in the shadows, death becomes your lover

in World War 1 around 8 million horses died but in World War 2 it was under a million which can only mean horses started to evolve bullet resistance

The crazy thing is, ninety-nine times out of a hundred, if you asked me on any given day "Would like to see a picture of some genitals?" my answer would be "😰 No, that's... No, thank you. I'm okay, actually." I have nothing but the utmost respect for people who do engage with the penis side of the internet, but personally, I've spent the better part of two decades doing all I can NOT to have pictures of dick and balls or sexy bikini babe buttcheeks blasted onto my retinas constantly. And yet... to be denied the penis? To have a jumped up pile of javascript tell me, a grown adult with an air fryer and an outstanding council tax bill, that I cannot be trusted to withstand the sight of a bare nipple unless I let it scan my drivers' license? I will move heaven and earth to see that fucking nipple, friend. I will walk a thousand miles barefoot on hot coals before I give you big brother bitches my passport number. A thousand miles through the desert with five VPNs just to press my face up against the glass and see the last uncensored picture of two My Little Pony Characters sixty-nining each other, and I don't even want! to look at it! But I will! I must! for the sake of our fucking democracy!

reblog to instantly disintegrate some of your peers to dust

i do think Terzo and Omega are like Morticia and Gomez Adams. Terzo is the bossy baddie (Morticia) and Omega the devoted and completely head over heels in love one (Gomez)

dru treatment where her prophetic dreams/visions were one of the signs that she had potential to be a slayer but she was turned and tormented before the current one had died and it never happened for her. but the potential is still there, unfulfilled

#spike’s slayer Thing is an oroborous#he’s never not been covered in one op why would you leave this in the tags this is so sexy

Why is it easier and more comfortable to sit in a position that actively damages my joints than it is to just sit with okay posture. Why does my body crave its own destruction

if we’re in a zombie apocalypse are you the one hiding their bite from everyone or the one inexplicably getting pregnant or the one betraying the group when we come across other survivors or the one committing suicide immediately or the one having a gay arc