Conceptions, Ms.

iworkatapubliclibrary:

Questions about my gender come up every time I do outreach with kids. Yesterday, I visited a kindergarten class.

Kid: “Are you a girl or a boy?”

Me: “I’m a girl.”

Kid: “You look like a boy.”

Me: “Some girls look like boys.”

Kid: “You want to see something cool?”

Me: “Sure.”

He then proceeded to take off his prosthetic foot.

Kid: “It’s my new foot.”

fistinginferno:

jack black is literally the only human that never needs any context for me. I could see him going anywhere and doing anything. like if i got abducted by aliens and saw him just wandering around the spaceship putting bugle chips on his fingers to make it look like he has claws i would be like ‘that’s some classic jack black right there’ and not even question it

Of The Flesh [2]

danipaxte:

Fandom: Satan and Me
Ship: Hellicho
Word count: 4000
Rating/Content: NSFW tw: non-con, blood, general manipulative behavior.
Summary: Jericho always thought it was a true Satan he was waiting on, but it’s Hell itself that eventually bent his knees.
A/N: I probably should have done this sooner I realize but I added some trigger warnings to the content rating now that it’s getting into the nsfw content, and I will be tagging them as well. Honestly, if you have a problem with any of the mentioned please don’t read this fic. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I said it was trash. 

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