The fucking irony of seeing someone insist that their blog is a “safe space” for sex workers, right next to a DNI listing multiple kinks with a firm explanation that it includes people who are into those kinks even if they don’t post about them.
You can’t pretend you support sex workers and then be an anti-kink puritan, Jesus fucking Christ. If you only support sex workers who post vanilla lewds on OnlyFans, you don’t support sex workers. Support the full service kink workers who make their rent money doing the kinks you think are nasty, or get the fuck out and stop pretending you “support” sex workers at all.
I have almost definitely said it before but by god I will say it again: the funniest possible way to do the whole “fake marriage” trope would be like two people getting married so they can invoke the spousal privilege that lets them refuse to testify against one another in court. a couple of mobsters sweating bullets in a vegas wedding chapel so they aren’t compelled to rat on each other when the next heist inevitably goes sour
@blackheart-biohazards I think you might like this xD
Definite the reason Michael and Trevor finally get married 🤣🤣
why must i be doomed and damned to these miserable retellings? cursed and bound to the mouse’s infernal machine?
–Jas
Okay, new cleaning strategy.
Bad at self-discipline, good at acts of love through service. So I’m gonna clean my house pretending it is the house of someone I love who’s been too depressed to clean. She’s gonna be so surprised.
I cleared the whole counter that hasn’t had space to set a plate down in weeks, at least, so it would be easier for her to cook instead of just eating snacks. I put away everything on the sofa that wasn’t a blanket or stuffed animal so she could stretch out if she wanted. I SWEPT and everything looks less lighter and less grungy. There were a bunch of sewing pins spilled to one side of the coffee table that I still hadn’t picked up because whatever, I’ll get to it, nobody ever walks on that side of the table anyway, but I picked them up because I was worried about her feet.
…I should be a good friend to myself more often.
Genuinely tho this is how half of us get anything done
We do it for each other
