gotham is filled with evil homosexuals so I think having a buff dude in high-tec latex underwear pinning them to the ground doesn't really help the crime situation actually

i love writing porn and i wont feel bad about it. understanding the eroticism of a character is character analysis if u are enlightened.

i love you porn i love you smut i love you intricacies of human sexuality i love erotica i love you freak nasty walls of texts i love you analyzing the subconscious through the lens of sexuality i love you bdsm i love you weird fetishes . u move me

Being presented these two choices right next to each other makes me feel like I'm a character in a Jack Chick Tract or something.

healthcare should not have a weight limit.

like it doesn’t matter if a person is so fat they’re immobile & have infections in their skin folds & need assistance with everything from hygiene to cooking to cleaning etc. they should still get good medical care.

the fattest person you possibly imagine still deserves medical care. it also doesn’t matter why they’re fat, even if that person got fat because all they did was eat and eat without ever exercising, they still deserve medical care.

stop using chat gpt. i can also feed you misinformation when you ask me questions and also im beautiful

some piece of penis on twitter stole my post then that got reposted to tumblr and got 60k notes. my psyonic warriors. source your chat gpt slander ethically

where is any higher quality version of this image

can't find anything other than this which has maybe 5 extra pixels

now dance fucker dance man he never had a chance

ive recently been able to get over my sensory issues regarding moisturizer by literally just saying "im going snail mode"

So glad I get to experience homosexual desire. One life and thank god I'm not straight

is anyone else also doing ultimately fine + dying of stress + it’s not that bad + if i don’t wake up tomorrow hotter and better at every hobby its fucking over for me

who else up & bisexual⁉️⁉️⁉️ And very afraid

aww hes so cute whats his name? *touches your babys foreheead and curses him*

for a long time i lived alone, but then i got a service dog. after a lot of training, the service dog came to live with me—except, the same day the trainers brought quincy, an orange tabby tomcat also showed up.

"you didn't tell us you had a cat!" said the trainers, both very upset (because they hadn't trained quincy to live with a cat).

"i don't have a cat," i said. "I don't know who this is."

the cat never went away. i named him poe dameron and he lived with me and quincy. they got along fine, in their own way.

we had our quiet adventures. poe was very cuddly but sometimes he just took off for a day or two. once he got into some paint.

after a while, i found out that poe dameron really lived across the alleyway, and belonged to my neighbor elizabeth's teenaged son, and his real name was PUMPKIN. but poe apparently didn't like the teenaged son (probably not least because he named him PUMPKIN), so he had come to live with us instead. elizabeth was fine with it.

the years went by and one day poe dameron crossed the rainbow bridge too soon. i took his ashes to elizabeth. we were very sad.

a few weeks later, she asked me to come over to see something.

it turned out that poe dameron had also lived with a THIRD lady, a few streets over. this lady, whom neither of us knew, was a painter, and she had made this painting of poe dameron. i don't know what she called him, but she painted him like one of your french girls.

"i think you should have it," elizabeth said, tactfully. "after all, he spent the most time with you." i was quite sure she just didn't want this hideous painting in her gabillion-dollar house, but i agreed.

the painting now hangs in the kitchen over my stove—not least because its brick-red frame matches my curtains. and because it delights me to see poe dameron every day, looking so fluffy and sultry, like an orientalist renaissance odalisque.

Everyone reblog consummate cabana boy moocher and orange cat extraordinaire Poe Dameron and his odalisque.

what do you mean you havent found a job? have you crawled on your knees and prostrated yourself before them? have you hung from the branches of the world tree for eight days and eight nights? have you climbed atop the roodwood cross and begged for them to impale you until your red blood overflow'd their cups? dude. you completely forgot to mention their cups. you HAVE to mention their cups

im suuuuuper tired. i think ill stay up for another 5-24 hours

emptying and reloading a gun with practiced efficiency so you think i'm an expert marksman but you later find out that's just how i stim

turning the safety catch on and off like i'm clicking a pen until everyone gets really mad at the noise but no one says anything because i have a gun and they don't

bugtesting

he's trying so hard and he doesn't even know numbers