Home Of Mischief & Mayhem

i would trust weird al with my drink at a party. granted he may put one of those capsules that expands into a sponge animal in it,

mozzarella stick

anyways my favorite thing about pillion was the fact that a disabled person was portrayed as a dom in a healthy loving relationship. disabled people don’t get to be seen as sexual beings AND we’re always seen as vulnerable, weak, and abused — pillion flipped that around so completely and silently. the film didn’t say shit about him being disabled. he just existed as any other person does.

This is the COOLEST thing I’ve seen in AGES. You both completely made my entire week.

That thing where milkmaids were often immunized against small pox because they'd already contracted the weaker cow pox earlier in their lives. That's Tumblr, to me, against whatever the hell social media landscape is happening in 2026.

"TikTok Instagram Youtube-Shorts Share-Your-Whole-Life Influencer Social-Media Online Online Online" it cannot affect me. I was already a weird online 16-year-old all so many years ago. You cannot grab me raw and unfortified with these poisons. I inoculated myself when glomping was a thing. I am still on Tumblr making text poasts.

Imagine being the gays at a pride event in 2004 living their lives when someone grabs the microphone and announces to the room that Ronald Reagan was pronounced dead. Can you even imagine the hype, the celebration, the pure elation

This is the Pride Month that It will happen. I feel it in my gay bones

following weird horny furries who are into shit like pooltoys and transformation and stuff is enrichment. the vitamins and minerals of posting

once you get over your ass and realise you will never get some people and that’s ok you are basically immune to right wing fearmongering. otherkin? none of my fucking business

I must not fall victim to disgust. Disgust is the heart-killer. Disgust is the little-death that brings total apathy. I will face my disgust. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the disgust has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.