Capitalism Inherently Means Different Rules For The Rich And For The Poor. @JoshuaPHill

Part two of this

Delusion runs in the family

i corrupted the image file but the cat is almost 100% in tact and has that smug fucking grin like “haha fuckr cant do shit” fuck you cat fuck you fucking grey cat piece of shit cat

i would die for them 🥺

they live in my head rent free

Yes.

There's this thing Laura Jane Grace says in her book talking about how she dresses that really stuck with me

I don't want to have to be hyper fem 24/7 i want to keep wearing what i like i don't wanna trade in one set of restrictive gender norms keeping me from expressing who i really am for another.

still the same Modern AU - this time at a fundraiser

with a snippet of what i've already written for it below the cut

tags: semi nsfw, (not so) secret relationship

As if summoned by Isobel’s thoughts, the door swung open and Aylin rushed through, the draft tousling her hair in the process.

“You should have warned me.”, she rasped, stopping just before Isobel, mere inches between them left.

“Oh, about this? Why, it’s very tame. You can barely see half a leg.”, Isobel pointed out innocently. Despite her own heart racing she brought the flute to her lips and took a sip of her champagne.

Aylin's warm hand slid past the silky fabric and pressed against the back of her thigh, fingers digging into soft skin. The other reached out to pull the flute from Isobel's hand and, with great foresight, placed it on the balcony railing.

Isobel brought her now empty hand to the nape of Aylin's neck, fingers curling into the hair there. Aylin's lips hung open, her eyes dark and hungry, entirely at Isobel's behest.

A small tug on her hair was enough to get her moving. The hand on Isobel's thigh lifted it up to make space for her body to slot in between.

She crowded herself against Isobel, her strong body pressing her into the wall.

The music coming from inside had long since faded. Isobel's own heart beating in her ears only mixed with the sounds of Aylin's heavy breathing.

Isobel tilted her face upwards to close the remaining distance between them and bring their lips together.

They had both been aching to do this for much too long already. Every second not spent kissing each other was seemingly wasted.

Teeth are bullshit. What do you mean you’re decaying. Get a fucking grip. You’re a bone now act like it. You don’t see my finger bones decaying from jerking it too much now do you

Good news: if you’re currently laying around and not producing anything, you are a credit to your species.