the escapism tango

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
toastyglow
toastyglow

First Sinner Silksong is so trans-coded to me in ways I'm too tired to explain right now. but the point is I love her

archetypal-archivist

Your mother does not love you.

It's not that she never says it. It's not that she uses the wrong name for you. It's not that she addresses a face you hate with all the love for what's in her mirror.

It's that she does not talk. Ever.

Your mother is action, reaction, agony. She is nails on a chalkboard, on your soul, across your face. She is a face in a mirror and eyes that you wish never met yours.

She wants you to look at her when she wants answers of you. You can only guess at the questions, but you know every bit of you isn't what she expects. You will never be her answer.

When you first dared to ask questions of your own, you were naive enough to voice them out loud. Your mother didn't know what to make of this. (Your mother never made anything, anything real. You didn't know that then, when you were still making yourself.)

What your mother does not know, she ignores. What your mother cannot ignore, she adores. What your mother cannot ignore, she devours.

In your mother's tongue, adoration and consumption are synonyms.

Your questions were never answered, so you made your own, became your own.

Then she really hated you. And for the first time in your living memory, she wasn't silent anymore.

(Your dead memory recalls lullabies.)

(Your dead memory says that you sang them to her.)

You wore dresses, you sang, you spoke out. Your mother screamed fit to deafen you but that wasn't enough to blind you to her loss of control. You had broken her mirror and so she cursed you with your old name and bound you with your dead body in prayer that you would rot.

Your corpse had been your prison for longer than you'd been alive.

You would never die again so easily.

fooliofailure
wiisagi-maiingan

If you pay your credit card on time and never have to deal with interest or late fees, your credit card company will start offering you cards with much higher limits, sometimes as much as 10x your current limit. You gotta remember that even if that's fine for a lot of people, those offers are specifically designed to be traps, not rewards. Credit card companies do not like "deadbeats", people who pay off their card in full and on time, because they make the vast majority of their money off of interest and fees. They want to increase your limit so that you get careless and spend more than you can actually afford.

It is extremely easy to fall into credit card debt, especially if you get comfortable. Getting a higher limit can help improve your credit score but going into debt because of that limit will tank it anyway, so just be careful.

wiisagi-maiingan

Hello to everyone who saw this post and decided that to pay their credit card bill. Happy Pay Your Credit Card Bill Day.

croik
shibara

Aurunacre by Croik - FTH fic-art collab! (1/2)

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For last year's @fandomtrumpshate, @croik and I bid on each other, so we ended up doing a collab! She wrote a fic and I made a number of concept sketches, a portrait, and a lil comic (which is on a different post here) for it, as it happened. It was a ton of fun! ^^

You can read the complete fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/81050096
It's a blast and a half and I would specially nudge Charlie Dowd enjoyers towards it. Aadvark-shearing Charlie has a permanent spot in my heart now, that man is going through So Much~ TTwTT

croik

It was a joy to be able to collab on this!!! ♥️♥️♥️

sorrelchestnut
spacedewey

I think the most damage this site has done to me is making me think "It's fucken wimdy" when it is, in fact, fucken wimdy outside.

whatthefluffnightvale

I taught one of my ranching buddies “it fucken wimdy” and now he says it around his older more established ranching buddies

The exhilaration I get- upon hearing an old rancher (I’ve never met before) in cowboy boots and a cowboy hat while on a horse, grimly saying “it fucken wimdy” in a thick west Texas accent as he looks down upon his cows- is incalculable

fosterfarms
foreveriallyzombified

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Men in Black

1947 is considered by many to be the year in which the modern UFO age started, due mainly to two reported events which supposedly took place that year. In June Kenneth Arnold was to report seeing a number of metallic craft while flying near Mount Rainier in Washington state, and within a month a craft (and its alien occupants?) was said to have crashed on a ranch in Roswell, New Mexico. Weeks later, two pale, hairless human males arrived at his place of work and started sucking and fucking each other like crazy.