The great almighty stupid one

Sometimes I forget HOW neurodivergent my friend group is. And then I hear 'Shut up! I know! I know more about dinosaurs than you!'

I say bring back the bondage gear and leather harnesses. For nostalgia purposes of course~

Me and Spoofie are explaining AO3 to our friend and discussing tag ettiquite and my standard is 'will it be searched for or blocked' and dislike superflous tags. As my rule of thumb. Anyway, so I was like 'I don't get why people tag 'so-and-so gets a haircut' if it's not super relevent. And Spoofie was like 'I wonder if people have a hair cutting kink' and before I could even think on the 'well grooming kink could go there I think' we got the flattest most tired 'Yes' from our ex-hairdresser friend XD

To be perfectly honest, I should have known the moment I asked such a foolish question that the answer would be of course there is because there is a kink of everything. But the weary and jaded response was very amusing

My roommate just called from the kitchen to ask what was wrong because I laughed so hard I gave myself a coughing fit.

You want to elaborate or...?

We all deserve to go to a masquerade ball. I deserve to be anonymous among to aristocracy for one night getting up to general debauchery in a swan-inspired mask that absolutely doesn’t hide my face well enough for me to be half as bold and sensual as I plan to act but everyone else is on board so it’s okay and we’ll all just not talk about it tomorrow.

Part of me WANTED to suggest we all donate and pitch in for it and do it. But I think (at least I hope) we learned from the last time (then again probably not since they tried again).

a masquerade ball, an event that specifically exists to allow people to lower their inhibitions and act out with less social consequences than they would usually have to deal with, populated entirely by people from tumblr is, and don’t get me wrong, the Worst thing I can Ever imagine

Dashquerade

Masquerade Ball Pit

The Pit Ball

Can I show up in my rattiest shirt and sweatpants, alongside the gaudiest mask I can find online?

Whenever I see an Ivan Aivazovski painting the sea monster in me goes absolutely feral

God if I saw this in person I'd straight up start slithering. Start writhing