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Please, reblog! IIt’s called self defense. Apart from having here, in the US, one of the highest cases of homicide and rape in the world and high rate of GBV, think about how this could help your mother or sister

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p l e a s e

i just want anon frens im so bored omfg-

it is 1230 am so i may pass out but like-

but this applies to whenever im bored 90% of the time

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thrrowing away batteries feels so bad i feel like i should eat them

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the moon is the one rock i cannot collect, so instead i am looking respectfully

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He deserves headpats

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this is why i just s t a r e at my friends when they draw so i can copy their style-

Okay I can draw hands but faces??? Hell no hands are EASY eyes ARENT

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what's your gay score??

cannot sit correctly +10

emotionally unstable +10

dyed hair +5

boots +5

deeply invested in politics due to your very rights being constantly questioned +10

iffy relationship with father +15

has a Tumblr +5

addicted to either iced coffee or energy drinks +10

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kiss goodnight

Lucifer had never felt something nearly as crushing.

The clock on the wall ticked and ticked and ticked, and with each beat a second slipped away. Seconds made way for minutes, and minutes became hours. Three hours, to be most precise.

It had been three hours since Lucifer had invited you into his study with the convenient excuse of work-related problems. He'd handed you files after files, and watched the stack of paper grow thinner and thinner, much like his patience. There were only so many documents he could give before his time was up.

In his frustration, he slammed his pen onto the desk. You spared him a glance before returning to your– his work. "Is something wrong?"

"No." Yes . Everything was wrong. For starters, the space between you was ridiculous. Why were you sitting so far away when there was a cearly vacant seat right before him? 

"Sure, whatever you say." You said with a hint of teasing and let silence fall over the room again. The piano tunes coming from the far corner of the room did nothing to ease his mind. 

You had been caught up in his brothers' trifling matters the entire day. Every time he ran into you, one of them was guaranteed to be hanging out by your side. It wasn't something he could prevent, seeing as they'd grown to be dependent on you, but he still couldn't help letting his gaze linger. It was often accompanied by a feeling akin to envy– an emotion that he was almost ashamed to have.

He just wished it wasn't so hard to spend time with you. He wished he didn't need to concoct pretexts just to see you. He would give everything and anything just to be able to wrap his arms around you, to have you whisper sweet nothings to him, but he wasn't entitled to any of those. He had no right. The moment he came up to you, honesty failed him, and another lie had already escaped him.

It was pathetic beyond belief. Even in this moment, when you were alone with him, head propped up on your fist, the better part of your body hidden under his coat, a war was still raging inside him. It was the same war he'd been fighting for months, the same war that left his heart aching.

And the most ludicrous part? It could've ended so easily. It would only take six words. I am in love with you . Or five, you have captured my heart . Hell, he could condense them into three syllables: I adore you .

The only thing standing in his path was his pride.

"No mistakes in this one, as expected." You shrugged his coat off and walked towards him. Your hands didn't even graze when he took the paper from you. 

"Is there anything else?" Your eyes darted to the wall to check the time. His heart jumped in panic.

"I may have one more," he flipped through the miscellaneous documents on his desk and pulled out a random piece. "Last one, I promise."

You examined the page, and hummed. "It seems that a promise is unnecessary. I've already proofread this," you raised your brow at him. "Are you sure you're alright? You seem a bit restless tonight."

"It's nothing." He heaved a sigh, but it didn't lessen the weight on his chest. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't think of a sensible reason for you to stay. Not when it was already past your usual bedtime. "Thank you for your help."

As if he wasn't already tormented enough, you smiled at him and turned. "Of course. I'll be taking my leave then?"

"Wait!" He called out before his brain could register it. Maybe you would desire some demonus before sleep. Maybe he could show you more of his favorite records. Anything to keep you by his side longer, to keep his feelings at bay. A goodnight kiss, perhaps? That would surely do the trick. Among all the late night hours he got to spend with you, there wasn't one where he didn't wish for it.

You waited. He teased the words on his tongue. It would be a short, simple question. He would handle it with grace.

It was unutterable.

"...Rest well," was what he settled on.

He must've imagined the disappointment flitting through your face before you left. If anything, he should be disappointed with himself.  Perhaps it would've been better if he'd never figured out that he loved you. He'd only trapped himself in this personal hell, stuck with all these stupid feelings, unable to do anything about them, doomed--

You couldn't make it far before you heard a loud thud from Lucifer's room. Sticking your head back inside, you didn't see anything out of ordinary. Lucifer waved you off absent-mindedly. 

Perhaps it was the fireplace, but you swore his forehead looked a bit red right then.

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reblog to give a plushie to the person you reblogged this from

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No no it’s absolutely fine ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

i really dont mind （＾∇＾）

so.... lemme guess you're the idia anon on twst library/lh (i'm gonna be all sorts of EMBARRASSED if i'm wrong 💀)

Nah man (gender neutral) ill be embarrassed enough for you /lh

its ok tho ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

even if i was i prob wouldnt remember haha amnesic bitch

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rippppp

Dude (gn) im embarrassed for *not* being idia anon somehow

idek how that happened-

so.... lemme guess you're the idia anon on twst library/lh (i'm gonna be all sorts of EMBARRASSED if i'm wrong 💀)

Nah man (gender neutral) ill be embarrassed enough for you /lh

its ok tho ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

even if i was i prob wouldnt remember haha amnesic bitch

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so.... lemme guess you're the idia anon on twst library/lh (i'm gonna be all sorts of EMBARRASSED if i'm wrong 💀)

Nah man (gender neutral) ill be embarrassed enough for you /lh

its ok tho ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

even if i was i prob wouldnt remember haha amnesic bitch

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Afloat.

It's Leviathan's bday! <3

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Coyotes are frequently killed out of a cruel and misguided attempt to protect pet cats. This is unfair not only to the mother and father coyotes, but also to their pups who get left behind. How can any cat owner say they care about animals if they would sentence puppies to such a horrible, scary death?

While cats aren’t a natural part of a coyote’s diet, any mother or father will accept the meals they can find. We can’t expect to put easy meals in a coyote’s home without the coyote accepting the offer. Coyotes are driven by the instinct to feed themselves and their families and don’t have any way to know that your cat is off-limits.

It is a pet owner’s job to properly contain their pets. Free-roaming outdoor cats are at a high risk of suffering premature deaths from factors like cars, dogs, disease, and fights with other cats. Even if you take it upon yourself to kill every coyote you see, other coyotes will simply claim the empty territory, putting you in a never-ending and futile cycle of violence against wildlife.

Please don’t harm predators for doing what comes naturally to them. It hurts the adults you kill and the babies they leave behind, and it does no good in protecting your pets. If you want your cats to be safe, keep them indoors or in a predator-proof outdoor enclosure.

~ For Fox Sake Wildlife Rescue

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reblog and put in the tags what comes up when you type "i want"

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If you are like me with the anxiety and the depression and the executive dysfunction

- DON'T say to yourself "I need to take a shower"

-showering is a long multistage process that requires you to be vulnerable (naked, wet, blots out sound, what if someone calls/rings the doorbell, etc)

-INSTEAD say to yourself "I'm just gonna go turn on the water right quick"

-small one step task checked off your list

-your anxiety brain is a dumb motherfucker and it will be none the wiser that you have tricked it into BEGINNING the shower process

-once the water is running you are already there in the bathroom with the water running so you might as well finish the job

NOTE that this trick works for like. Fucking everything.

-Don't "work on your WIP"-- just open the document

-don't "make the scary phone call" -- just pull up the number in your contacts

-don't "make lunch" -- just pull out a loaf of bread

-don't "do the dishes" -- just open the dishwasher. Literally just open it

Remember ur anxiety brain is a dumb motherfucker and that you CAN therefore TRICK it into being functional

also bonus tip: for those times when u just need to lie on the floor and be a worthless lump of anxiety-ridden garbage for a few hours, download Duolingo and pick a language. Are you going to be fluent in a week? No. But it's easy to focus on and that way when you've been down there for half a day and your shitty fukken brain is trying to convince you you're garbage because it KEPT you there, you can counter with "excuse you I just spent the last four hours TEACHING MYSELF A FOREIGN LANGUAGE you punk ass bitch."

Good luck out there kids I believe in u