scutchy
hi i'm scotch tape or cas for short // i post stuff sometimes and reblog occasionally // genderfluid bastard // any/all // pfp is Philip Pearson from Travelers (2016)
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not to be insensitive but some of the salem witch trials were so funny bitches like “i saw her at the devils sacrament!!!” girl... what were YOU doing at the devils sacrament 👀
Diversity win! Vic Michaelis has stolen Sam’s wife
Coño don limpio
Do you look in the mirror while naked and think "I'm hot"? Do you work out? Define "work out" as however you want.
Yes, I work out or used to work out
Yes, I don't work out
No, I work out or used to work out
No, I don't work out
I don't look in the mirror while naked
the original got flagged with no way to appeal it when every contributor is deactivated but I will never let this post die. it's monday and we are getting on it cunts
Do you look in the mirror while naked and think "I'm hot"? Do you work out? Define "work out" as however you want.
Yes, I work out or used to work out
Yes, I don't work out
No, I work out or used to work out
No, I don't work out
I don't look in the mirror while naked
so embarrassing to get obsessed with your own oc but it doesn't fuel you creatively or motivate you at all you just sort of sit there. like yeah I've been thinking a lot about blorbo from my mind. no images of them exist in the world and they have maybe 3 personality traits so far. I would rather die than attempt to write about them. I've spent the last 48 hours rotating them in my brain though
-despite everything, there is still love
@arthoesunshine/ @artsheila/ @daisies-on-a-cup/ @gayarsonist / @hjarta/ @yunawinter on twitter/ @bakwaaas/ @death-born-aphrodite/ anon on gentleearth/ @classicnymph on twitter
Nothing reassures me that my boyfriend loves me more than when he wants me there while he's in full Lizard Mode - sleepy, already asleep, headache, sick, anything that's got your brain running on skeleton crew, wholly focused on survival and comfort. Nothing matters except being in a dark, quiet place, horizontal, and comfy. Communicating in eepy grumbles. Expressing distaste that I am not cuddled up to him. Letting me know when he wants to be the little spoon. He doesn't have the processing power for contemplating people pleasing, he just wants me there because having me there is genuinely preferable to not having me there.
Poor man functioning on one brain cell and he'll use it to grab my ass just to make sure that it's still there.
It's so nice being on tumblr because you don't even have to make your own post but people would still follow you anyways if you're good at rebloging posts they like
have a picture of my girl william flexing
I've had a long day so if those who have pets would be so kind as to reblog this with pics of them I'd be forever grateful. If not could you at least tell them I love them 🥹
au where everyone becomes their pfp go
a professor told his class “consciousness doesnt exist. there are only neurons”
a student stood up “would you eat a raw egg and then drink oil and vinegar?”
“no” the professor replied.
“would you eat mayonnaise? perhaps on a sandwich or with some fries”
“of course” the professor replied, unsure of the purpose of this inquiry.
“mayonnaise is made from these very things and yet when combined, new properties arise.”
the professor was astounded. “what is your name?” he demanded
“shadow the hedgehog” said the student
grinch and onceler french-kissing passionately
i was watching this episode w my younger sibling and we both laughed so hard we almost cried the entire fucking time ify's feet were magnified
thats fucking peak comedy to me
amazing
My husband’s job primarily employs adult men but there is one (1) teenage girl and my husband said originally he worried she might be a bit of an outcast but instead every man on the crew was like “huh guess I am a dad/older brother now.”
Not now kitten daddy's googling his symptoms
I spent all of Easter with my Cock buried to the hilt in my Kermit Plushie's tender hole... now I awaken to news of the Pope's death. Coincidence...?
i hate it when people ask me to "explain my thought process" like hell if i know
my daughter Divorce Lawyer is not doing well socially
@spextronaut
this could be us
Mexico
go to this random coordinates generator and say in the tags how you would fare if you were dropped where it generates without warning. i’ll go first i’d be dropped in the middle of the fucking south atlantic ocean and perish
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