The Lights You Make

4. the character's fetish and i'm committed to portraying them with absolute accuracy

"hear me out" and it's a picture of the most fuckable building you've ever seen. c'mon now.

“hear me out” and it’s the fucking dildopolis

I’ll never forget the time my parents said they were going out for a few hours, and left my siblings and me at home by ourselves (ages 9-14), and instead of going nuts or just sitting around, we all rushed and did our hair and makeup and got dressed as fancy as we could; sister pulled out the wine glasses and grape juice and made an hors d'oeuvres platter, another googled how to play poker, pulled out chips from a different game, dimmed the lights, and we set up a fancy 4-person gambling den at the kitchen table and played until my parents said they were on their way back with dinner. Then we quickly picked everything up, washed our faces, changed back into our casual clothes, and pretended nothing ever happened. They never found out.

Just tried to play an ancient flute and it started filling the room with this awful miasma that wont go away

"But they're your family-" actually I don't think that being genetically related to someone makes them automatically more important because I'm not a nazi

It's even funnier when it's about in-law relations. Like I'm supposed to have endless patience for this QAnon girl just because she's fucking my uncle?