Occasionally I find awesome people on here, follow them for a bit, then unfollow. Please dont take offence.
- mostly porn /
- Porn, mostly gay /
- gay porn /
- gay swimminging porn /
- tags /
- Ask me anything /
- RSS /
So I just talked to my doctor about my anxiety medication. I explained that I work in a call centre and I’m about to change jobs. His response?
"It would horrify you how many patients I see per month who work in a customer service call centre and present with mental health disorders as a result."
Just. What the fuck. The public is literally such a piece of shit that they are making people who are THERE TO HELP THEM mentally ill in huge numbers.
I want to punch a few wall but I just got my nails did.
Zoe and Wash, while deeply forever ridiculously in love, are not drift compatible.
Zoe and Mal are drift compatible.
Kaylee and Wash are drift compatible, and they have the best piloted, sweetest running jaeger ever been seen in the ‘verse - the best piloted, sweetest running jaeger ever to run away from a kaiju.
(also, the sudden thought of River Tam in a jaeger is rutting terrifying)
She hung from the ceiling, a perfect, motionless sculpture of a girl in the process of becoming a fruitbat. Simon glanced up at her periodically, both checking that she was still present, and reassuring himself that the grind of the machines overhead would keep her from hearing what he had to say. It wasn’t that he was keeping secrets from her; River knew everything about her condition, sometimes more than he did. It was that she didn’t like being talked about, and he respected that.
"They weren’t trying to unlock psychic powers or anything like that, no matter what the rumors say," he said, his voice shaking slightly. Kaylee shifted her weight from foot to foot, disturbed by that tremor in his words. Simon Tam was the best K-scientist she’d ever worked with. For him to sound scared…
"Those people, those monsters…" Simon paused to take a deep breath, relaxing a little at the taste of oil on his tongue. Enough time spent with Kaylee had turned grime into perfume. "They were trying to set up a neural bridge inside a single mind. They wanted to do away with the need for drift compatibility, and privatize the Pilots. Imagine being able to market Jaegers for domestic and commercial use, because you only needed one Pilot, and that Pilot was so doped and dependent that they could never leave you."
"That’s horrific," whispered Kaylee. "They…they messed up her brain tryin’ to do something as can’t be done?"
"Oh, it can be done," said Simon grimly. "They succeeded.
"My sister is in constant Drift with herself."
YOU GET ME THE BEST PRESENTS <333
I hate that moment between “I will write fic to amuse a person” and that person responding because WHAT IF I WROTE IT WRONG.
Borrowing Victorian porn periodicals, children’s stories, and books on equine bestiality from the library will probably get you on a government watchlist.
Literature, Colorado State University
Taming Ginger: Unruly Femininity in Anna Sewell’s Black Beauty