Victoria Dallon, After Winning A Game Of Hide-and-seek: Stranger 1

gf sent me this last night and said this is what half this shit ive described happening in worm sounds like but lesbian

new tumblr game. put in the tags a GENUINE flaw your fav(s) has. cant be something like "too kind" or "loves too much" like something genuinely bad messed up morally wrong they are or have done

yes, i DID run over a girl on the sidewalk in 2022 but in my defense she didnt even have a full soul. her mother didnt orgasm during conception so she only had a half-soul, like an animal, and i was only a little high so basically it’s fine. hope this helps!

The fact that the homophobic term the Pope used is like, intercommunity Italian gay slang, adds a whole nother level.

Imagine if the Pope called someone a "passoid." Holy Father who taught you that word.

that last comment is so fucking revealing as to the actual priorities and worries of people who say 'get therapy' lmao

Baker Doll

It didn't know why all the people were gone or where they had gone to. Years had passed since anyone had been in the bakery or since the doll had seen anyone on the streets outside, maybe longer. Still, every morning it got up early to set up shop and go through it's routine, all except for the baking.

It used to bake. In fact, baking was what it loved to do most, despite being unable to eat or taste anything it made. But it saw other people eat it's food and how happy it made them. People would often come to chat with friends over freshly made pastries, bring home a cake or a few loaves of bread for their families, or even come in just to see the doll itself. It did continue to bake for a while after everyone disappeared, but it couldn't bear to keep seeing the things it so lovingly made go to waste.

So every morning before the sun rose, it took bowls and pans from the kitchen cabinets and arranged them in their places next to rolling pins and knives, then carried old wooden logs from outside and stacked them by the oven.

Once the kitchen was ready, It went to the front and set up empty cake displays, placed chairs in front of the tables, dusted off every surface, and flipped the sign to "open".

Once it was evening, it took down the displays and flipped the sign to "closed", then wiped down each table and set the chairs back on top of them. It rinsed all of the kitchenware, cleaned the spotless oven, and took the wooden logs back outside. It then went to it's room to rest until repeating it's routine the next morning.

It still did all this because these were the things that kept it alive, but it never baked.

last week i woke up from one of the most fucked up nightmares ive ever had with that middle panel burned into my brain. like the exact wording and the exact apartment and the exact squidward. i feel like if i didnt make it real something bad wouldve happened. anyway todays upload is spunchbob comic oc

The world exists in such a baffling state of simultaneous sex-aversion and sex-hegemony. Every social platform on the internet is trying to banish sex workers to the shadow realm but I can't post a tweet without at least two bots replying P U S S Y I N B I O. People are self-censoring sex to seggs and $3× but every other ad you see is still filled with half-naked women. Rightwingers want queer people arrested for so much as existing in the same postal code as a child and are also drumming up a moral panic about how teenage boys aren't getting laid enough. I feel like I'm losing my mind.

Greek workers, after months without pay, apply austerity cuts on their bosses car

my husband @admiralexclipse drew us!

(buy The Shirt here and every one you buy i get like 3-4 dollars from it)