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One of my favourite "exaggerating a physical feature for horny reasons" things for a kink I'm not into is how some artists draw people sweating. They draw people sweating like Studio Ghibli draws people crying – all oozing out out of their pores like Jello. Some of these characters are straight up sweating Orbs.
Are you saying someone at Studio Ghibli has a kink for people crying?
No, Studio Ghibli has a kink for surface tension.
The writer's barely plausible alibi.
#i think this is that thing where 19th century authors had to contrive a series of events for the manuscript to “appear” in their possession #complete with justifiable narrator and with total disregard for the rest of ways the rest of the text break reality #“yes it is entirely possible that a guy was briefly in another world and made it back here to give me his journal before leaving entirely” #“don't think too hard about it” (via @flameintheblacknight)
Say what you will about 19th Century literary critics' inexplicable hate-boner for the third-person omniscient perspective, but the lengths that 19th Century authors often went to in order to avoid getting CinemaSins dinged for failing to adequately contextualise how the narrator could possibly know all this are frequently the funniest stuff I've ever read.
Victorian-style story with two narrators who appear to be physically present but nobody else acknowledges them, nor do they appear to be aware of each other, and then they're eventually revealed to be an angel and a demon who were trying to invisibly watch and/or interfere with the events of the story. When they finally do notice each other, their ensuing scuffles as they try to sabotage each other nearly cause them to miss important plot points.
The writer's barely plausible alibi.
#i think this is that thing where 19th century authors had to contrive a series of events for the manuscript to “appear” in their possession #complete with justifiable narrator and with total disregard for the rest of ways the rest of the text break reality #“yes it is entirely possible that a guy was briefly in another world and made it back here to give me his journal before leaving entirely” #“don't think too hard about it” (via @flameintheblacknight)
Say what you will about 19th Century literary critics' inexplicable hate-boner for the third-person omniscient perspective, but the lengths that 19th Century authors often went to in order to avoid getting CinemaSins dinged for failing to adequately contextualise how the narrator could possibly know all this are frequently the funniest stuff I've ever read.
#there's one point in Frankenstein where we're like four layers of meta-narrative deep #safie telling a story to the delaceys being recounted by the creature to Frankenstein who is telling this to Walton #who is recounting everything to his sister #wonderful stuff (via @bones-edition)
I'm trying to recall whether Shelley's Frankenstein is actually the most deeply narratively-nested 19th C. novel I've ever read, and I think it might actually be – I can think of a couple of others that get three layers deep, but none that exceed four.

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"SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND!"
I need to stop jokingly calling people changing to be ‘normal’ as ‘detransitioning’ because I just said “did you see guy fieri detransitioned” to a friend who didn’t know about me doing that in a joke way
Fallout 3 power armor mechanic and his duplicitous twin brother who says the word "uncivilized" too much.
Basically what I'm getting from the present "giving 100% at work" Tumblr discourse is that a lot of people have fairly narrow notions of what blue-collar versus white-collar jobs actually entail. There are in fact manual labour jobs where a significant chunk of your average work day consists of Fucking Around, and conversely, there are desk jobs where you crunch eighty-hour weeks for years on end until you suddenly drop dead from heart failure at age 32. It's absolutely true that you're more likely to end up in a No Fucking Around Allowed situation in a blue-collar occupation, but you can't tell whether or not someone is in that position based purely on whether or not they work in an office. Shit, call centre workers are white collar on paper, and the kind of fuckery a lot of call centre workers are subjected to involves genuine human rights violations.
[ID: First image is a screenshot of tags that say "Anyone who says manual labor jobs can't be hours of fucking around has never seen half a dozen construction guys standing around one (1) member who is halfheartedly poking at smth with a shovel for like an hour." Second image is a photo of ten people in work clothes standing around a hole that an eleventh person is digging, with construction tools scattered around. The workers standing around are labeled, in Hungarian, humán-erõforrás manager (human resources manager), marketing-manager, logisztikai-manager (logistics manager), kommunkációs-manager (communications manager), biztonságtechnikai-manager (safety technology manager), IT-manager, projekt-manager, bellsõ ellenõr (internal auditor), PR-manager, and termékfejlesztés-manager (product development manager). The worker digging is labeled Sanyi (a nickname for Alexander). End ID.]
oh me? I lost my penis when I ignored the "Don't touch the machinery" sign. you know how it is
you all hate me and my penis. I mean penisnt
I made the mistake of looking at this while taking an order over the headset at work and started laughing really hard and had to gather myself for a second and my coworkers kept trying to look at my phone to see what I was laughing at
nearly ran a redlight thinking about >penis ripped off by penis gnomes on my way home from work
putting this post on every machine from now on thank you
Penwas :(
This is like incredibly offensive to everyone in Europe, though?
They meant to say they were digging up bodies to steal organs. Which is what, ahem, Israelis love to do.

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She maturn on my pearth til I goopiter
I am of the firm belief that Prompto and young Leon Kennedy would get along great
They'd trade off stupid jokes and bad one liners, try to outshoot each other and Leon would find a way to keep Prompto from freaking the fuck out.
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can someone carpet bomb tel aviv already
Prompto’s life story in 31 days Day 21 BAMF There isn’t just one daemon, there aren’t even two. After they’ve taken down that first pair, a third one comes out of nowhere, surprising them both and under the hunter’s horrified eyes, it hits Prompto, sending him flying. The hunter is already running by then, convinced that Prompto is unconscious. He sees the daemon coming close to the body lying still in the dirt, right over him, opening his gaping, fangs-filled maw - - the deafening sound of a detonation makes him trip and look in disbelief as the head of the monster explodes, blood and gore flying in every direction. The body falls aside with a loud thump right when the hunter reaches it. Prompto’s there, lying on the ground, his hands still clutching his shotgun, covered in the creature’s blood. He’s not even breathless, his gaze hard and focused. “Is that it?” He asks as the hunter helps him back on his feet. He reaches for the ammo he carries in his pants pockets. “Was it the last one?” The hunter shrugs and Prompto reloads the shotgun, just in case. Even if the third was the last, there’s always more demons. Full Promptober can already be found on my twitter - @TsuYumeXV Shorts by - @Promptis_101 (twitter) 1st of December the extended version will start appearing on AO3 - Tsu_Yume and ArianiLee