Imagining Garak and Bashir in a fucked up survival situation. Garak getting injured somewhere intimate like the thigh or lower abdomen. It severs an artery and he's bleeding out. Forcing Bashir to reach inside and apply manual pressure to the artery while he repairs it. Garak, conscious and whimpering, as Bashir puts his whole hand inside him :) Bashir whispering softly, gently how well he's doing, just a little more :) :) :)
Imagining Garak and Bashir in a fucked up survival situation. Garak getting injured somewhere intimate like the thigh or lower abdomen. It severs an artery and he's bleeding out. Forcing Bashir to reach inside and apply manual pressure to the artery while he repairs it. Garak, conscious and whimpering, as Bashir puts his whole hand inside him :) Bashir whispering softly, gently how well he's doing, just a little more :) :) :)
I bought this organ off Etsy I like to jab it with my screwdriver.
hmm
Driving my girl to work on our tandem bicycle. Takes me 15 minutes to drop her off and 45 minutes to get back home
fifty favorite films • 11/50
mad max: fury road (2015) dir. george miller
yes we all know about medieval jesters waging psychological warfare in times of combat, but wait there’s more!
at the beginning of battles they would ride in on horseback, juggling swords or lances, and taunt & bait the opposition. soldiers would get so angry they would break rank & weaken formations just to try to kill the fool
This is so incredibly stupid I love them
My husband pointed out that the narrative never tells us Furiosa is wrong for turning back when she's told to run. She went to her mother even when she couldn't save her, she went back for Jack even though it got her caught, and we're never told she was dumb or wrong for choosing love over escape. Miller is a love truther and I stand by that
Had fun with brushes and effects, think this is cool and gay looking
I wish DS9 had dared give us Garak in a Princess Leia bikini in this scene.
I really like the small workhorse type ships, the Catalan in my mind is mostly staffed by older officers, except for the young officer, (little gay boy in a vest) who chose this usual dead-end position for unhealthy reasons.
cuddling can be platonic.
cuddle your friends
cuddle your friends
cuddle your friends
cuddle your friends
Porcellio scaber “White Noise,” a morph that I bred last year from a cross involving “Dalmatian.” like “Dalmatian” P. scaber, most of the body lacks pigment, but “White Noise” reduces the pigmentation even further, resulting in very tiny markings, if any. the name (suggested by someone on Tumblr!) comes from the staticky appearance of the variegated eyes, a trait I don’t think I’ve seen in any other mutation.
I am in the process of breeding out the “Dalmatian” gene to figure out what the mutation responsible for the reduced pigment and eye variegation looks like in an otherwise normal isopod.
Of the 19 hijackers who carried out the Sept 11 attacks:
15 were from Saudi Arabia (a powerful/oil-rich country the U.S. works hard to maintain diplomatic relations with)
2 were from the United Arab Emirates (also a powerful/oil-rich country the U.S. works hard to maintain diplomatic relations with)
1 was from Egypt, 1 from Lebanon.
None of the hijackers were from Iraq.
None of the Sept 11 hijackers were Iraqi.
i would try human meat if there were no repercussions and i would fuck my clone and i would do any of the weird philosophical shit you guys put in your polls. im a real go-getter in this sense
"The transition from [the barter system to currency] is hard to understand; how can human cravings be fetishized into pieces of metal? The answer is elegant because it reveals not only the origin of money, but its character even today. Money was and still is literally sacred: 'It has long been known that the first markets were sacred markets, the first banks were temples, the first to issue money were priests or priest-kings.' The first coins were minted and distributed by temples because they were medallions inscribed with the image of their god and embodying his protective power. Containing such manna, they were naturally in demand, not because you could buy things with them but vice-versa: since they were popular, you could exchange them for other things.
The consequence of this was that 'now the cosmic powers could be the property of everyman, without even the need to visit temples: you could now traffic in immortality in the marketplace.' This eventually led to the emergence of a new kind of person, 'who based the value of his life — and so of his immortality — on a new cosmology centered on coins.' A new meaning system arose, which our present economic system makes increasingly the meaning-system. 'Money becomes the distilled value of all existence ... a single immortality symbol, a ready way of relating the increase of oneself to all the important objects and events of one's world.'
If we replace 'immortality' with 'becoming real,' the point becomes Buddhist: beyond its usefulness as a medium of exchange, money has become modern humanity's most popular way of accumulating Being, of coping with our gnawing intuition that [the ego does] not really exist. Suspecting that the sense of self is a groundless construction, we went to temples and churches to ground ourselves in God; now we ground ourselves financially.
The problem is that the true meaning of this meaning-system is unconscious, which means, as usual, that we end up paying a heavy price for it. The value we place on money karmically rebounds back against us: the more we value it, the more we use it to evaluate ourselves."
- David Loy, from "Buddhism and Money: The Repression of Emptiness Today." Buddhist Ethics and Modern Society: An International Symposium, edited by Charles Wei-hsun Fu and Sandra A. Wawrytko, 1991.
listening to more goth music, really devouring the doors pretty taste
And if you can't give it to me I will cut you down
A screen cap because im lazy
i think that every child should have unrestricted access to thick blackberry brambles or some other delicious fruit that grows encased in a painful fortress. i think wading through thorns to reach the cluster of shining ripe berries you spied through a gap between the tangled vines teaches you something important. not sure what though