Ace!

sorry i covered your neck in dark hickeys and clamped down hard on your throat like limp prey while i was giving you a handjob. you whimpered a little too soft and i blacked out and believed myself to be a feral dog in possession of an entire rotisserie chicken

thinking about post nsbu liv using the nickname king. at first it’s just with wendell, dang, usha, and usha confuses her granddaughter talking about king (“grandma, are you talking about the king? like the british one?” “no, no, kingskin” “king what?”) and dang directs people to the register (“king over there can check yall out”) and wendell sends good morning texts (“good morning king!”) and then one day wendell is talking to someone and it slips out—“my boyfriend, king”—and he hasn’t even called liv his girlfriend before, but when he looks over her—his—eyes are big and he whispers, “say that again.”

and she’s still liv. she’s still a girl, she still enjoys her long hair and nail polish and a cute dress when the weather’s right, but sometimes—sometimes he’s king, and he’s not quite a man yet but he’s getting there. and more often it’s both. he’s liv, and she’s king, and he likes to wear cute hair clips that match the pattern of the tie she’s wearing and nail polish the same shade as his suit, and he’s wendell’s girlfriend and boyfriend and friend.

not everyone gets it, but the ones who matter do. paula tells her that’s she’s a lovely young man and dang and her get high and talk about bottom surgery and russell makes him an extra name tag to wear at the video store depending on how she feels that day and helps him with a workout routine.

its her life, after all. you can change your mind whenever you want. you choose who to be.

The zoo in my hometown posted this picture of one of their cheetah cubs and I'm obsessed

HIS NAME IS YAM ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDINF ME

I like Dang. I’ve latched onto him

the wrath of the lamb

i have nothing to add

AHHHHHH I thought we were doing friendship and they were getting to know each other but he was HACKING her, she's disappearing he's BREAKING THROUGH THE FOURTH WALL

The need to rub myself all over the paprika collumns (just like a cat would) is overwhelming

It's all fun and games when people joke about Hungarians being obsessed with paprika but I'm here to tell you it is no exaggeration. We even use it as decoration inside our houses. When we need it it's right there hanging.

It's in (almost) every traditional Hungarian dish.

Can we all agree this is canon Michael distortion