Den of Iniquity and Otters

i dont even have guilty pleasures anymore i just like stuff and if people have a problem with that they can go fuck themselves

*turns my attention inwards* mmmmm. no *turns my attention back outwards* oh god

"enthusiastic consent" "dubcon" "noncon" ???con where we're both so neurotic and strange about vulnerability and emotional and physical expression that it'd take a crack team of philosophers to figure out whether anything about what we did together was consensual or even semiotically definable as sex

Im always like "i will not add my two cents. i will not add my two cents" but i cant lie the pennies are getting sweaty in my hand

So sick of thinness everywhere all the timeeee so sick of nothing but hairless women on tv it’s so boring I’m BORED. If you’re thin you have to at LEAST have hairy armpits.

okay. breathe. listen to my voice. can you tell me five things in this room you can fuck?

okay great. now list me four things in this room you can kill.

beautiful. there you go. okay. now: tell me three things you can impose unjust taxes on.

almost done. can you list two things you could shove in a pipe and smoke?

last one: one thing you could use as a makeshift weapon?

why are you still crying

fucking impossible to get decent help around here

She's illogical Illogical On the floor And she dances more than is strictly called for -Vulcan pop songs

Friendly reminder classic moments like these with the kids are entirely unscripted.

my heart exploded

not the kind of gay ship I’m used to seeing on tumblr but cool

ship georg is an outlier but SHOULD be counted

Pretty much how I talk to my internal critic but with less rhyming

Having a bad anxiety-and-negative-self-talk day and I’m just walking along muttering shut the FUCK up you punk ass bitch and hoping nobody hears me.

Your just saying that because your a sick pervert who gets off to themes and ideas