Okay so, a thing about me- I’m a really blunt and honest individual. I don’t believe in lying to people. I’m brutally honest (sometimes to a fault), and I often believe in being straight up with people- I’m never passive aggressive- I tell people how I feel.
So, I think it was on a bet from a friend, that part I don’t remember, I basically looked across the cafeteria table in high school at a girl who had pretty nice boobs and just casually asked if I could touch her boobs. Nonchalantly. That was the bet- just ask someone straight up to touch their boob and see what would happen. I think I was expecting a slap.
And she was just really confused, and her first answer wasn’t “yes” or “no” but it was “Why?”
And I was just like “Why not? I mean, I like boobs. I like touching boobs.”
So it went on and on, since it kind of became a running gag, but I wasn’t going to just grab her boob without consent because that’s just not right. So it kind of went on as a joke for a week.
Eventually she said yes, but I dunno, I kind of was like wary so I didn’t really grab her boob so much as just like…barely touch it.
i hope you’ve grown up since you did this
cuz i think you’re a pretty cool dude and this is a pretty disgusting story (its not worth a back-pat to have not touched someone’s body without consent, that is a given), girls get enough harassment without strangers coming up to them wanting to touch their bodies
not to call you out but this rly bothered me & i hope you have learned that this is scum behavior by now
Not to mention that there is a time to be honest and a time to be quiet and just not say anything, and that you can do both. That one took me a while to learn…!
THIS IS ABSOLUTELY THE BEST THING EVER JUST WATCH IT JUST FUCKING WATCH IT HOLY FUCKIN CHRIST
Let’s journey together on my project to re-create something I made in high school!
Map of the World by Natural Skin Color
i’m really dumbfounded that i never realized skin colour is literally just caused by being closer to or farther from the equator and the resulting sun exposure and skin darkening
actually, its an adaptation. natural selection. people with darker skin are selected for in areas near the equator, where the melanin that causes the darker color protects them from radiation and protects them from skin cancer and other health defects, and because they are healthier they can pass on that trait more. people near the poles have lighter skin because it allows them absorb more of the limited sunlight to convert to vitamin d.
THIS IS THE THING SOME PEOPLE HATE OTHER PEOPLE OVER.
Evolution of melanin levels based on geographical location.
Apparently my skin is so light there is no data on it..
How is racism still a thing?
First Fanart contribution. My BFF volunteered her art skills. So excited!
My boyfriend and I are in a really rough living situation, and we’re trying to get out of it. We want to move back to my hometown across the state from where we live now, so that I can be around my family and better mental health care and social resources….
Oh shit, y’all. I did it. I took the plunge and quit my retail job.
I did this so I can seriously pursue my creative work. I had the epiphany that life is too short to put off doing what I love, so I’m going to be doing comics, animations and YouTube to feed myself and pay all my bills. It’s…
This took me an hour and 25 minutes… Maybe I’ll get faster as I do it more…
Since someone took the time to ask about my art, here’s some old SP art!
I haven’t had inspiration for it lately, but I have some catching up to do so maybe I will then. And thank you! :3
Word Count: 996
Warnings: Bad Language?
(This will be m/m if I ever get that far)
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"Explain that again Cas, and this time, try to remember I’m not a fucking physicist." Dean couldn’t help his tone, one minute he was warm and dry inside Bobby’s house, the next thing he knows he’s waking up in a muddy field with a wide eyed, rain soaked angel pinned to his chest. Now that they were past the initial what-the-hell moment, they were headed for the road. Castiel was helping Dean along since he’d woken up sore and exhausted.
Castiel readjusted Dean’s arm over his shoulder, which was nice, his arm had started to go numb. Although it didn’t stop his fingers from freezing. “I’m not exactly sure what happened to be completely honest. It’s hard for me to explain it in relative terms.”
“Please, just try Cas,” Dean was exhausted, he wasn’t sure why. He’d been hoping Cas’ explanation would clear up some of his questions, but no luck so far. They finally reached the road.
"For some reason… I’m not sure what went awry… My calculations are never wrong, it’s so improbable!"
“Cas!” he warned.
A heavy sigh came from Cas, he was used to Deans impatience but it still frustrated him at times.”Basically, something caused a small but vital appendage of my incorporeal form to separate from me while I was transporting you.”
“What? Like you lost an arm?” Dean recalls now that Cas had appeared at Bobby’s earlier requesting he speak to Dean privately, before using his zappy fingers on him. He resisted the urge to ask Cas now what exactly it was he’d wanted to say to him before zapping them away.
“You can visualize it that way if you wish.”
“Huh,” Dean never gave much thought to what Castiel really looked like as an angel, especially since it would burn his eyes out if he ever saw it.
“Sometimes in extreme cases an angel can choose to separate a piece of himself, for one reason or another. The larger the piece, the more considerable the pain. But this isn’t something I chose to happen…”
Dean had to process this for a moment. He was shivering now, damn he was cold! Not only was he soaked through, but he’d somehow lost his jacket. Cas had also lost both his coat and his suit jacket, his white dress shirt plastered to his body from the rain. The parts of his body that made contact with Castiel’s were warm, but it wasn’t enough to stave off the parts of him that were exposed to the cold air. Slowly some pressing questions were making their way through Deans hazy thought process, “So what happened to the piece you lost?” his voice seemed to linger in the air for a moment. It was quiet along the road except for their footsteps on the graveled shoulder.
Dean wasn’t sure where they were headed either, but he figured they would hit a town eventually, or maybe stop in at one of the few farmsteads and ask for some help. That would be a last resort though, Dean was too exhausted to formulate a believable cover story for them, and he didn’t trust Castiel with the details. That was another question he wanted to ask, “And why am I so worn out? It’s not like I’m the one who my ruby slippers.”
Castiel let out a long sigh, “actually Dean…” There was a forthcoming tone about his voice that Dean didn’t like the sound of.
“What? Just spit it out, Cas.”
There was that classic pensive silence of Castiel’s, “The part of me that separated… Is inside of you…”
That stopped Dean dead in his tracks, he pulled his arm away from Castiel with an instant surge of regret at loosing that warmth, “Wait now, hold on just a sec… You’re telling me your detachable angel limb is… INSIDE of me?” He patted his chest in a couple places trying to figure out if anything felt different.
“Yes Dean. Actually it… Collided with your soul, I had barely enough time to salvage the part of your soul that broke off.” Castiel’s collected demeanor was now becoming more frantic.
Deans mind was reeling, “what the actual Hell, Cas? What does that even mean!?” He knew he should be angry, this sounded bad, but his tone was lax. “So you were able to put my soul back together?” A big shiver raced through his whole body, he suddenly longed for that warmth again. A slight panic was building up in his gut, he didn’t know what it would mean to have ones soul damaged. What were the repercussions? Were the effects permanent? How could he even tell if there was any difference? His brain suddenly seemed to catch up with the situation now that he sensed some form of danger.
“Not exactly…” Castiel seemed visibly distraught. He was obviously feeling guilty about the whole ordeal.
Dean folded his arms tightly to his chest, as both a gesture of irritation and because he was shivering uncontrollably now, “Great, there’s more…”
“I couldn’t put your soul back together, because the part of me that I lost weakened me too much. Instead, I put it inside of myself, to keep it safe…”
Dean couldn’t really believe what he was hearing. He was starting to get a headache now on top of everything. “Son of a bitch Cas…” When Cas said nothing, Dean sighed and closed his eyes, “Whatever, look… Let’s just, get out of the rain, and we’ll figure out what to do then ok?” Cas nodded and Dean, beyond the point of caring at this point leaned against Cas again, grateful at least for the warmth, and they continued along the roadside.
They eventually came across a sign that read “Welcome to Wilsonville” which Castiel figured was Wilsonville Oregon, based on their trajectory. They walked a few miles in near silence. The rain was moderately light as they walked through a ritzy neighborhood and found a motel next to the freeway.
You can’t forget about the jade flower.
Or the bleeding heart.