Don't prod the beach rubble.

Growing up, older folks would always get confused when I expressed familiarity with media from their childhoods and would act incredulous when I attempted to explain the concept of reruns. They'd be like "How do you, a child of this fallen era, know of Looney Tunes" and I'd be like "Because it has never not been playing on television" and this would seem to be brand new information to them

At the moment you make a critique of patriarchy suddenly all men are black brown disabled mentally ill poor immigrant queer refugee polyamorous diabetic toothless from a developing country and all women are white rich warlord 1stworlders

ilya should get injured and have to be on rest and this means no more athletic sex and they still tried to do it with shane on top but that hurts too and they’ve had a long week and they’re both tired so shane says “please baby let me take care of you” so he sits behind ilya and just starts jerking him off, nothing too fancy, nice and slow. meanwhile ilya is begging shane cause he’s going sooooo fucking slow and it’s mind meltingly good and his hips keep jumping up in these little aborted thrust so shane has to put his thigh over ilya’s legs to remind him to be still and ilya’s still begging shane please please wanna fuck you need your hole and shane isn’t going to cave on that either so he puts his big fucking hand over ilya’s mouth which is when ilya realizes how huge his hands are and he’s got his whole lower face trapped in this fucking mitt to keep him quiet and if it’s maybe cutting off a little of his air then that’s okay too cause suddenly things are hazy and he feels so fucking good and he cums so long and so hard and then he gets to stay there in shane’s embrace while his brain reboots cause what the fuck was all that

you are my mutual and to some extent my wife

Wednesday the 15th. What an excellent day. Middle of the week, middle of the month. Truly, we are in the middle of things.

mean dom mamdani is like. only the buses get to come fast and free