You are made of raw meat.
Rub fingers against stainless steel and under cold water to remove onion ane garlic smell
Noo, don't unseason yourself!!!
(Also you can buy a metal soap bar from the store and its a good investment for those who like to cook but have problems with strong smells on their skin.)
Pros of putting minors DNI in your bio:
- You get to stay in the perfectly unproblematic ingroup of people who'd ditch you as soon as you said something a little too harsh for the tiny box they live in.
Cons of putting minors DNI in your bio:
- You're furthering the concept that every child needs to be "protected" from unchristian content pornography, until they turn adult in the eyes of the government. This makes it harder for them to speak out about sexual assault and more likely for them to make mistakes by going out into the real world without a proper concept of what to expect from sex. Try to think critically for a second about who benefits from hiding all information about sex and sex-adjacent content, often including queer identities, from all children under 18. What does this reflect onto you, when you uphold these values?
- Teens will feel sinful guilty about trying to exist in online spaces next to you. Mind you, online spaces are pretty much all teens have left, as public areas get closed off to them one after another.
- Do you really think any horny teenager will see "This blog has porn! Do not look at the porn!" and listen to you?
I want to see a work of fiction that reverses the "vampires are snobby upper class, werewolves are brutish lower class" stereotypes
Consider a vampire's reliance on blood as a metaphor for living paycheck-to-paycheck and depending on the kindness of others to get by, and the desparation that can make one slip into taking.
Comedy fucking gold I’m sorry
Somebody tell Hollywood I've found proof that a plot twist can be predictable and yet still amazing.
like whack a mole
official they can't win against us all post
notice how they pause instead of all-out running? rat want grab-toss. they are playing a game! and pausing to make sure human has time to grab them and gently toss like the football!
If I was a rat I would enjoy this too
Shoutout to the enigmatic mutual. I do not know your name, age, gender, job, or country. I have maybe three fragments of your personal life gleaned from obscure tags over months, utterly unsearchable. You're so hard to keep track of that I confused you with someone else while writing this very post. I feel like I've won something by your presence. Your favourite thing appears to be concrete. Immaculate.
it's genuinely bullshit that you should be required to own a mobile phone for participation in literally any aspect of life
this should be illegal and i'm not fucking joking
burglars break into a rich person's mansion, but the old man keeps saying he's excited to have roommates. the burglars don't really wanna be murderers, so they humor the old man.
at first, it's comedy and funny, and they're trying to lie like they applied for the lease and the burglars are doing the whole "ACT NATURAL" thing when the old man enters the room while they're doing thieving shit.
then things start to turn.
they can't find the front door.
none of the windows will open.
they try to escape through the backyard and almost starve to death because they got lost in it.
the paintings are watching them. the walls are rearranging behind them. there's always food that's ready for them to eat and they're starting to realize that it isn't the old man cooking the food.
they confront the old man, and he admits that playing along with them was to soften the blow and delay the inevitable; no one who enters the house can leave, and he doesn't know why. he and his own crew of burglars found that out the hard way, and he's the only one left alive.
now everyone's trying to escape, it's not even about stealing shit anymore, and the entire time the old man is just watching them with a sad, knowing expression. he and his own crew tried literally everything the new guys are trying, and none of it worked.
one of the guys starts to lose it, starts saying they're ants in a formicarium.
they realize they don't remember their names anymore.
one of them finds a room with a functional TV, and the news says it's been years since they tried to steal, but three days later they find another room with a different TV, and it says they're forty years in the past.
they realize they don't remember what they liked or disliked anymore.
one of them goes and weeds the garden out of desperation for something to do. the next morning he wakes up with a facial feature he always wanted but was impossible to get, like fangs or reflective eyes or something.
stuff happens, and they realize that this is a fae's den, and yes, they're in a terrarium for humans.
through a series of flashbacks you see them the day they decide to break into the house; the barista who didn't look quite right insisting on having their full names, only to write nicknames on their cups. nicknames they've been using this entire time. the rows of mushrooms they'd driven over to get to the mansion. all the times they ate the food in the mansion.
the scene cuts to the camera being dragged away, out the front door that's hidden behind four different walls, down the driveway, into a tree, and credits. Then the credits stop.
the barista is smiling at the camera.
"I'm sorry, but if you want to know how this ends, I'm going to need your full name please!"
lol idk i'm tired and this is what popped up
btw I’ve found these stretches from the WAK blog very helpful when knitting a lot:
Plus make sure to take breaks regularly - and stop if anything starts to hurt!
especially with gift knitting I know it can be tempting to push through it for a deadline, but it’s really not worth causing long term injury. (And anyone knit-worthy should be understanding of that, imho.) Stay well :)
Also good for artists drawing with pencils/on a tablet/with a pen!
Also good for writers
And crocheters (that word looks wrong)
