#☆humans

[sol-consort]

Humans having just discovered that the gaint metal tongs in space unlock fast travel through the galaxy: oh boy, can't wait to activate every mass relay we can find, whoever turned these off must be an idiot lol

Turians opening fire without warning at first sight of relay 314 glowing again:

[1-jar-of-stars]

On Friendship.

[graveyarrdshift]

"I'm just a girl", "girl math", "girl dinner", "divine feminine energy", "bimbocore", "clean girl", "girl's girl", "girlfriend brain" SHUT UPPP!!! SHUTT THE FUCKKKK UPPPPPP !!!!

[texaschainsawmascara]

links to the donations mentioned

https://unrwa.org/

https://www.instagram.com/gazamutualaid

https://campusbailfunds.com

[valtsv]

been thinking about fantasy/scifi rule systems and free will

[yeepof]

I understand that tall men are our POV characters, but surely being like a foot taller than everyone around them would have some occasional consequences

[hopepunk-humanity]

“Humans are inherently selfish--" Then why do so many cultures value hospitality, to the point of dictating it in their religions? Why is it so common for hosts to offer their visitors their best food, and as much of it as they can? At some point, multiple cultures decided that they knew what it felt like to be alone and vulnerable, and promised each other to never let those who stay with them feel that way. That doesn't sound very "inherently selfish" to me.

[inthereellife]

YALL! Our favorite Tumblr runner DID IT! He won gold!

If yall need a reminder Noah Lyles is this wonderful nerd

Noah Lyles won GOLD!

Noah Lyles is the Fastest Man!!!

[mearchy]

my favorite genre of fictional character is like "i am terrifying to almost everyone, i'm very good at killing, i can endure anything, i've become exceptionally good at playing into my reputation, and if you try to give me positive social interaction i will react with confusion and cower in a corner like an abused animal. and i may try to shoot you. but there is also a chance i may imprint on you like a feral dog receiving its first loving touch! good luck."

[aestheteasteria]

seeking, yearning, reaching hands

[emerald-dragonflame]

I had a vision

[sol-consort]

filthy thoughts about the hanar, anyone? did anyone order hanar smut?

The soft tendrils, unimaginably smooth, feeling like strands of silk as they slither up your body, follow the curve of your hips, a slow pulsing pressure as they squeeze your delicious fat, a sensation so comforting as it eases the tension from your body. Massaging your thighs, licking down the tender spot in the back fold of knees, following your body as it writhes, as your toes curl from the cooler temperature of their tendrils, leeching off of your warmth.

Sliding against your stomach as your back arches above the sheets below, curling under your arms, brushing the sensitive nape of your neck, crossing over your shoulder, and teasing your collarbone. Your body is completely entangled in the hanar' tendrils. Silky strands pulsing, slithering, and squeezing whatever part of you they may reach.

It feels far too intimate to be probed and carressed this way, the immense trust you must place in this once hanar to completely violate the lines of personal space, to allow them to curiously tease and probe at every part of your body.

The special attention the hanar pays to your chest, fascinated by the anatomy of humans. The tips of its tendrils kissing your tender nipples, gentle at first, twirling them around, before growing more confident to flick them, drinking in the following whine leaving your lips. Repeating this action—getting more and more rough as they attempt to get more noises out of you, until your nipples are red and swollen.

There are no eyes to look at, nothing to stare at but the shimmering pink of their head, faint lights glimmering from beneath their skin, bioluminescent and hard to spot, wasn't it for the pitch black room.

Making them the only thing you could look at amidst the darkness, the beautiful fairy-like lights akin to whisps fizzling in and out.

Mesmerising you as one of the tendrils brushes against your lips, coaxing your mouth open, the mass effect field surrounding the tendril buzzes against your tongue.

It's tasteless, weightless even. Wasn't it for the tendril brushing against the top of your mouth, tracing your teeth, and rubbing against your tongue, you would've never felt its presence. It's so soft and as light as a feather, a seamless presence.

Really makes it hard to imagine how something like this could turn lethal in the water, how these very same tendrils are the most deadly at the depths of the ocean.

The tendrils seem so fragile, unable to lift more than your wirst, wrapping around your body and nudging you towards the position to move yourself in.

With your mouth still nursing on one, sucking against the soft thing, a different tendril squeezes itself inside your loose fist, moving up and down, encouraging your hand to stroke it, your fingers to grip the smooth texture and slide up and down.

The hanar humms, the faint lights increasing in quantity, soft flashes of colours from beneath the opaque pink skin.

Your ankles are delicately lifted into the air, just long enough to spread your legs apart before the weight becomes too much.

Retracting itself from your mouth, wet and dripping with your saliva, the tendril makes its way between your spread thighs, squeezing in-between the plump flesh, pressing its tip against your entrance.

Tapping against your hole, gradually pressing harder each time, opening it a little wider each time, before retreating back and repeating the process.

Easing you into being probed open, into the feeling of something silky slithering into your most sensitive part. Eventually, the tendril fully penetrates into your core, stuffing you full, remaining locked inside, stroking your walls.

You hear an echoing voice, the hanar resorting to vocal speech just to get a message across.

"Good human, this one is pleased with your obedience."

The tendril begins sliding in and out, the process becoming easier as a pinkish hue liquid pools into your insides, the squelching wet sound of it fucking in and out of you at a slow pace fills the room, mixing with the sound of your heavy breathing and stifled moans.

Another tendril squeezes itself into your entrance, slotting against the first one, setting an oppossing pace. Whenever the first tendril pulls nearly all the way out, the second one pushes in and curls around itself, becoming thicker in the process.

You're thoroughly fucked, two tendrils pumping in and out of you, as you're laying there, each one of your limbs entangled with another tendril still pulsing and squeezing your flesh, groping your chest, stroking themselves against the soft sensitive palm of your hand, all while the hanar observes you with what seems as eerie calmness. You can't decipher what any of those bioluminescet lights mean, you're left to wonder what goes on inside their head.

Do they even feel pleasure? Could they possibly experience sexual gratification? Or will you be the only one finishing tonight. Teased and toyed with until you reach an embarrassing early climax. Brought to finish time after time after time for this hanar's amusement.

Until the bed is drenched in a mix of your own mess and this pinkish liquid. What even is it? You don't know, do you? Of course not.

Because just like any other overconfident human, you didn't hesitate a second before agreeing to sleep with a species which you knew next to zero about their biology.

You couldn't believe your eyes when you saw this hanar across the bar, hitting on an obliviously uninterested human—much to the hanar obliviousness—who gave an awkward laugh before excusing themselves away. The poor hanar left standing there all alone, deflating in on itself as.

So, of course, you didn't waste any time before you immediately took their seat and introduced yourself, your enthusiasm taking the hanar by surprise, although what a pleasant surprise you've been to them.

Now they get to have you all to themselves, naked, helpless. Their very own eager human. Squirming on the bed from the sheer ecstasy they're subjecting you to, every place their tendril touches seemingly turns into butter and melts as it skyrockets in sensitivity.

Be it flicking your clit, kissing the the tiny nub with their tendril until it's all red and swollen. Pressing against it and rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves around, the soft buzzing of the mass effect field creating the most delicious vibrations that turn your brain into mush.

Or completely wrapping around your cock until not a single patch of skin is left bare, your hips bucking to meet their strokes, it feels nothing short of heavenly; the soft texture of their silky tendrils akin to fucking into a flashlight, squeezing and pulsing against you, milking you dry.

By the end, you're completely spent. Insides sore as the two tendrils pull out with an audible pop. translucent pinkish liquid following along and leaking out of your gaping hole, its thick consistency sticking to the inside of your thighs.

And the hanar, seemes more than pleased with themselves as they admire the mess they've made of you.

[dreamdropsystem]

ya'll who's up for group meowing

[duckysprouts]

when ur just a funky little skater punk hedgehog

(idk if u can tell but only his bangs are straightened, he has braids)

[oldtvandcomics]

HEY GUYS!!

GUYS!!!

FRANCE HAS REACHED THE REQUIRED NUMBER OF SIGNATURES ON THE CITIZEN'S INITIATIVE AGAINST CONVERSION THERAPY IN THE EU!!

ONE COUNTRY DOWN, SIX TO GO!!

We also need still quite a few signatures in order to reach the one million required.

As to date, the six other countries with the most signatures are:

Spain - 38.72%

Finland - 30.31%

Ireland - 24.86%

Netherlands - 24.15%

Germany - 23.54%

Belgium - 23.09%

So yeah, still a long way to go, but we ARE slowly getting closer. Don't stop now! Don't let this stay within the community, either, if you have any friends or family who are open to queer rights, get them to sign, too!