Not just that, he’s absolutely unspookable without a spine! We should all aim to become spookimmune, and break the skeletons hold over us.
Not just that, he’s absolutely unspookable without a spine! We should all aim to become spookimmune, and break the skeletons hold over us.
That makes a weird kind of sense. It was moreso the sixteen minutes that threw me, all I could picture was two of them having a staring contest for 16 minutes and then suddenly sperm and eggs everywhere.
That is either a very strange mating ritual, or that cuttlefish is a narcissist.
Are we sure you’re going to stay frozen for that millennia or two?
Or are you going to be like a sketchy gas station microwave burrito that halfway thawed before getting tossed into the proper section to refreeze due to climate change?
DEN WHY IZN’T IT RED?
If that kills the vibe, you got the wrong crowd.
Sometimes it’s not about being that person, but finding the people who draw that person out of you naturally.
Sorry for looking at this a bit deeper than I really should. Hitting on something I’ve been really thinking about lately.
Do I need to italicize the “fucking” part?
Who picks wool for their fucking socks?
There’s nothing sexy about wool.
EDIT: Fucking. Intercourse. Pun.
You got a real funny way of spelling Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines.
A week, the fact that I love the Evangelion manga but don’t like the anime(though I do enjoy the movies. I don’t know what it is), and I genuinely have no fucking clue why I kept engaging.
I think we just kinda gave up, in the end. There wasn’t ever really a point, it wasn’t even a “thing is bad” argument, it was “I just don’t really enjoy experiencing thing x way” “here’s why you’re wrong for that”.
Surviving.
Right now, it feels like all I can do. Keep going, keep reaching out to other members of the local LGBT community to help be a wall to lean on, keep telling my partners that I love them. Keep sheltering whatever tiny spark is left.
And making sure that spark is fed, in whatever little ways I can. Letting myself be more open, letting my colors flash a bit more. Trying to smile in the face of hate.
As to my take on the situation, it’s fucked. There’s no nuance to it. We’re watching our siblings and ourselves being actively erased, waking up wondering when our actual existence will be a crime. Even if we make it through, things somehow get better, there’s so much trust that has been completely broken.
Our government has pissed on lines that, even with a total change of leadership, will take time to repair. Both within the country and on a global scale. Many people within the country have done the same, there will be no taking back things said and done while they thought it was “okay”. There’s no forgetting the hate that has been exposed.
Sadly we had to work the day of, and one of us had a client early the next morning, but we watched Mars Express together and then played a little Stardew Valley. It wasn’t much, kinda really just things we’d already do together, but it was actually really nice.
Totally justified punishment for magic doping. There is supposed to be honor and respect to a proper wizard fistfight!
Though the Wizard world has some… Problems
This is why people preferred Mulder.
Protip: To kill Death, shoot it until it dies.
A whole new level of trying to find your glasses.