Inspiration For My Writing

it would suck being a new immortal. like it’d be 2109 and people would go, “what was it like seeing ancient civilizations rise and fall like that? seeing the pyramids being built? watching the expansion and growth of the new world?” and i’d just be like, “no…no i was born in 1991. so like, wow i’m gonna see some cool stuff, but, i mean i’m not that much older than just a really, really old person, you know? phones were big back then. so big. but only for like ten years, then they got like, as good as they are now. uh. rhinos existed. don’t think i ever saw one in person. cool, good talk.”

even worse, imagine being an immortal who keeps missing stuff. “What was it like seeing the pyramids being built?” “Fuck if I know, I was in Madagascar.” “Oh, okay. Well, how was the Renaissance?” “I fell down a hole in Scotland and people thought I was an enchanted well for four hundred years, it was over by the time I convinced someone to get me out.”

It’s been a decade since we left that comment and you have the best reply anyone’s left to it.

This comic is genuinely how I remember which is which.

my rooster doesn’t crow when the sun rises, he crows when he hears humans wake up, like you can literally just roll over in bed and he’s like “hoLY SHIT THAT’S A PEOPLE THE HUMAN ISAWAKE AHHH AHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

the same rooster - god guys he’s so cute - he always lets hens eat treats first and won’t have any treats until they’ve had as much as they want, unless it’s a blueberry. shit, blueberries are like serious fucking business for Pharaoh. he’s a gentleman until the damn blueberries come out and then he don’t play no fuckin games

official linguistics post

Jack knew Robby was watching them. When Dennis had invited him over to Robby's house for the first time, he didn't think much of it. Maybe they could drink a beer or two, watch the baseball game together that was on that night. But of course, it didn't stay at that. Was it wrong of him to fuck a subordinate on his best friends couch? Probably. But the sounds Dennis made when Jack rocked into him, how he whined when he bottomed out and in at just the right angle; it was addictive. They never did it in Robby's bed, Dennis made sure of that. The couch however? Jack already made plans to buy Robby a new one for when he came back. And then there was this statue. It was small and insignificant looking, just a small, porcelain elephant who stood next to the TV facing the seating space. Jack had noticed it a while ago when Dennis was sucking him off. He almost forgot about it again when Dennis' tongue pressed against the underside of his dick, toyed with the vein there but after a blissfull fuck into the cushions, his eyes landed on it again. Dennis was washing up, so Jack decided to look at it more closely. He picked the porcelaine up and rotated it until he saw something inside the trunk of the elephant. It was small but cleary a grey camera that had been carefully placed in there. The color matching made it almost impossible to spot, but Jack did. He should've felt disgusted and maybe even mad. Instead he put the elephant back and made sure the trunk pointed at the couch, Dennis didn't need to know about it. A week later, Dennis was riding him, moaning onto the top of his head as he rolled his hips down while Jack left hickeys all over his chest and neck. It felt good, so fucking good. Until Dennis suddenly leaned back and kissed Jack with a grin. “Should we try another position for Robby?“

This is so perfect and in love with all of it😍💖🥰