A side dish of bacon.

rebel who's had her fingers stuck in the mouth of the mech pilot she's captured for hours, because the hound is conditioned to bite down on the cyanide capsule in its tooth but not on a handler. so now it's just mumbling softly around the impromptu gag, while they both wait for someone to come sedate it.

remembering that i’m writing prose, not a screenplay, and i can elide any dialogue i want to feels like discovering a powerful ancient spell

"why do you keep calling things you find beautiful, inexplicable, and unsettling angels" i'm just doing what british wartime radar technicians did first

some of my greatest ideas come to me right as I've shut the computer off, put the phone down, and gotten into bed

fuck i am so pissed off this morning....

another history making marvel post I never see anyone talk about is “so is nobody helping blade kill all those vampires”

hey kitten. daddy needs to talk to you. your kink blog is great, but you are not highlighting the words correctly. kitten. stop highlighting. this is shit. did you seriously highlight that period. kitten.

and if that description was truly accurate then you'd stop calling it the brainwashing chair while we have guests over that haven't sat in the chair yet.