#Explode-01-

[yridenergyridenergy]

A rocker.

[sapphire-rb]

Instructions unclear

[aubins]

cont. / @hermidetta

They can never say she doesn't surprise them. Certainly, the last thing Yuri expects is for her to turn to them and immediately start choking on a pastry.

“Bernadetta?!” It brings a new meaning to taking someone's breath away, even if they've never meant it so literally. They say as much as they rush to her side with a frown, looking her over even if she no longer seems at immediate risk of choking to her death. “Breathing all right?” they prompt, gaze narrowing. “I'm not going to be named your would-be assassin again, Bernadetta. Don't make me take you to the infirmary.”

But if she has the breath to be stumbling over her words and stammering nonsense, then she has to be fine. “Degenerate Bernie?” they repeat, a brow raising. Just what was going on in that head of hers? What Yuri would give for even a small peak at it, though they have to wonder if they would even understand any of it.

“Mhm,” Yuri hums dryly as she says something about having another engagement, takes their hand anyway. Idly, their free hand reaches up, tucks those violets hanging from her head back behind an ear.

They mimic a buzzing noise once she's said her piece, snorting. “Wrong. People like Yuri do, actually, with people like Bernie. Otherwise I wouldn't have sought you out.” She could say things like this a thousand times and their answer would never change. “It comes with being friends with me, so no takebacks on it now.”

And they laugh, but not to mock. Never to mock her. The corners of their eyes crease as they do, tugging her closer with their interlocked hands. “Hm, but it does feed my ego to hear how super extra gorgeous you find me.” And they sober, just long enough to say, “You're beautiful too, Bernadetta.” Their free hand raises, presses a finger to her lips before she can interrupt. “Shh— I'm not taking protests.”

“Now, teach me a dance,” they finally say, hand falling to hover at her waist. “All I know are boring ballroom dances from Faerghus. They're no fun.”

[jjangredpanda]

[osha-unofficial]

Would an antimatter version of you be OSHA compliant?

well antimatter existing in a work environment presumably made of matter would be. bad. for obvious reasons. but presuming antimatter unofficial works in like the antimatter branch of osha she's fine i guess

[kathegoose]

weird headcanon i thought up a while ago

...go easy on me it's 2am righj now i know this is a little ridiculous

[number-one-toku-robot-lover]

I had a name my father called me Blues...

I am having such a normal one thinking about robot brothers tonight.

[shiilelagh]

they are just the most couple ever

[memosilvar]

@ RANCHLANDS, TIZIRI’S HOME — •

{ closed starter : @tizirisadaoui }

Usually the chisme of Roswell was nothing that caught Guillermo’s attention, unless it was something negative toward his farm or connections. Other than that, he paid no mind, closing off his ears to avoid the unneeded words that would only distract him from caring for the animals and land. However, for the first time in awhile, the Owner of Pulhman’s Farm felt himself being absorbed by the chatter that traveled through the wind. Whether he was at the farm or moving through town, it was all the same. It had gotten to the point that he was preoccupied during work, questioning the rumors whilst he made mistakes around the field. It soon got too overwhelming that Guillermo folded into the dangerous curiosity, taking Gusanito after work and riding off straight to the source. His fingers, scraped raw from today's wood sanding, nervously scratched at his jeans the whole ride… Which is why he stands at the unfamiliar door — originally assumed to just be part of some new neighbor's home — nervously tappin’ his boots on the wood. — With a deep breath, he knocked, shaking his body to try to release some of the tight knots of stress.

It wasn't until the door opened that shock overtook his body. His eyes blown wide for a second as he processes the situation “ Dios mios... ” He sighs, a little chuckle mixing in with it before a smile, wide and gleaming explodes into action; welcoming the familiar face. “ I’m happy to see you again, little asskicker. ”

[yridenergyridenergy]

[ciphertone]

@indivines liked for an event starter !

He's been having a horrible time ever since he gained this cyan coloration, really. His best guess what it was supposed to represent focus, goals, all with a rational frame of thinking; the catch was - and he'd never admit it out loud - he didn't really have a clear goal right now. The most recent goal he'd had was the portal, but even then calling that recent was a stretch; that, and it was definitely done with. That's what he keeps having to remind himself at least, since this stupid thing kept screwing with his head, giving him brief bouts of fixating, planning best on how to get a portal built, only for him to remind himself of his failure again, kick starting all those negative emotions he was attempting to avoid, and making the entire cycle he's got going on worse.

He's finally fed up with it now, and spotting a paint can across the way, he figures this might just be the fix he needed. Prying it open with his claws reveals a deep red within. He had a good guess as to what that might be, but considering his last color related incident is what caused this whole problem, he'd rather be sure before he applies it towards himself.

The most reasonable way to test it? Simple; spilling the paint can over right as this stranger walks past and manifesting that they aren't quick enough to avoid it.

[kavehater]

Okay now I think I just want to cut ppl off

[intersex-support]

Help an intersex family in Gaza!

Hi everyone. I'd like to share about a fundraiser that is very important to me. A good friend of mine is in contact with the organizers.

(Described in alt).

Their story:

"Hello, my name is Abeer. I'm organizing this fundraising campaign from Belgium on behalf of my family, who currently live in Gaza. 

Since October 7, all families in Gaza have been subjected to genocide. My family is one of those families that has had to flee its own home several times because of the threat of regular attacks. 

After two months, my family decided to return home and take the risk of being bombed at any moment rather than stay in the street. Our 4-floor building now contains over 100 people who have fled from different parts of Gaza. We always open our hearts for our own people, but we can't do it without your help and support. 

My parents, Kamal (53) and Moukaram (51), are suffering from the war because of their age and health. My brother Suliman, his wife Rawan Abualnaja and their two-year-old daughter Bisan are trying to stay strong, but it's complicated by their little daughter's enormous needs. My other siblings who are not married are Mohammed 25, Inas 22, Ibrahim 17, Abdallah 15.

My family medical condition during the war:

My father suffers from delusional disorders. He can't work or help my family financially. Mohammed and Ibrahim suffer from a chronic disease, congenital adrenal hyperplasia. It is difficult for them to obtain medication in Gaza. One of their medicines has not been available in Gaza for two years. During the war, they couldn't get their medicines because they simply didn't exist anymore. My family members are still suffering. They don't want to be potential victims. They want to escape death and live like other families on the planet.

 On 01/01/2024, they attacked the local mosque and the missile failed to explode and ended up in front of my family's house. My family is in danger and the missile will explode any second.

Since then, my family has decided to be evacuated from Gaza because of the senseless attack on our city. Please help me evacuate my family to Egypt so that they can rebuild their lives in peace.

I've been in Belgium for over five years. I feel useless because I haven't been able to do much except try to help them with their daily living expenses. That's why we created this campaign. We're raising funds to evacuate my family to Egypt, a place that offers a glimmer of hope and stability. However, the cost of the evacuation is high, hence our call for crowdfunding.

Every contribution makes a difference The funds we raise will be used for :

- Evacuation from Gaza for both families (Rafah border crossing fees for 9 people total)  - Two months of temporary living expenses in Egypt, including food, shelter, and transportation  - Passport fees  - Food expences untill they leave Gaza 

No matter how small your contribution, it can make all the difference in breaking the cycle of violence and uncertainty. By supporting our campaign, you are offering a lifeline to our families so that they can rebuild their lives, heal from their trauma and make a fresh start in a safe and secure environment. Please leave a comment and share our campaign with your friends, so we can reach more people and make a bigger impact. Together, we can make a difference!"

They are using a French platform called Papayoux Solidarite instead of GoFundMe. Abeer also has a Paypal account for non European donors.

They are currently at 33 588,78 €/ 50,000 €.

Let's see if we can get them to 34,000 today. Any donation matters, even $1 or $2 donations can add up.

We need to help them meet their goal. Intersex liberation means intersex liberation everywhere--it is so important that we show up in solidarity. Those of us living with CAH know how dangerous salt wasting crises are without medication, and how important it is to urgently help Mohammed and Ibrahim get access to the medications they need to support their CAH. Intersex solidarity means that we need to show up and support intersex people facing genocide.

If you can't donate, please share. Consider doing an art raffle to raise money. Do whatever you can to help this family because it is urgent, and we need to act in solidarity with them now and make sure that the intersex community is here to support them!

[glorioblog]

Review: Shin Kamen Rider

Hideaki Anno’s been on something of a roll over the past few years. Not content with finally finishing his long gestating ‘re-imagining’ of Evangelion with the release of Evangelion 3.0+1.0: Thrice Upon a Time, he’s also found room to direct several live-action films that seek to update some of Japan’s most beloved cultural icons. 2016’s Shin Godzilla was a massive hit that raked in money and was…

[lmitless]

"Nahobino. Nice," he says, and flashes him a thumbs up. He laughs a little as he leans back, chest towards the sky and hands moving to his lower back as he stretches. "You're pretty sharp, aren't you? But don't worry, I'm not a threat to you."

He widens his legs and squats down, turning his body left and right, then reaches down to his toes. "Give me like... ten seconds, and then I'll be ready to go."

He straightens and takes in a deep breath. Revealing one's technique always strengthens it -- and Satoru has always felt secure enough in his own skills to not be worried about any potential drawbacks.

Arrogant thing.

It's clear cursed energy is not as abundant here. Could it have to do with the hole that this kid was keeping him from? Even as he draws his power to the surface of his skin he feels it weaken, as if it were something that he had to ration.

Yucky.

to determine the maximum output of his cursed energy, satoru gojo needs to do the following equation to figure out the instantaneous rate of change: where the independent variable, x = limit of his neutral technique and dependent variable, y = cursed energy he is able to use, in order to figure out the ratio of an infinitesimal change in the output: y = f(x) ∴ f(x) = (df/dx)(a)

... or. Maybe it would be better to push his limit.

"Hey, what do you know about the concept of infinity?"

yuzuru had taught him the importance of a name. the fact gojo had handed him his so willingly was a sound indicator that he was at least somewhat friendly.

but yuzuru had taught him that names are precious things. each and every one holds weight, don't they? and though it is merely tradition to address by the last name anyway, kei speaks it with purpose.

"gojo. okay," he nods. "my name... amemura. you can call me nahobino. it's what most people do."

"he appears to be rather unique in abilities, even in this state," aogami mentions. it is only something kei can hear, yes, but heard nonetheless. "it would be wise to get to know him, to an extent."

hand taps on ( his own ! ) ear, and he nods to himself.

"gravity, or some kind of force propelling," kei muses aloud. "it's unlikely that you're an average person. is that right ?"

[et6rnalsun]

chris loves to send pics. like, not always in a dirty or sexual way, he just enjoys taking selfie of himself — or whatever, to send it to you.

a panorama with a sunset and a breathtaking view? it goes straight to your chat. even if he doesn't often take these, nick always do it, but he doesn't care. he simply ask for them with a simple. "my girl is gonna love it"

a cock scribbled on a wall, a random thing that reminded him of you, the strange positions he finds matt sleeping in for who knows what reason, every time he gets your favorite fast food, five minutes before recording any video, his fits, a pouting face at how much he misses you. anything. literally. and you in fact love it.

but nothing will surpass the needy chris who would send anything, even embarrassing, just to make it clear that he needs you.

it all started with a photo of him with his back to the mirror, his face couldn't be seen very clearly but you could already imagine an amused expression on his face. on his back there were all the scratches you had given him with your cute nails the night before, and you were quite surprised by how red and obvious they were. you didn't even realize you were digging 'em into his skin that much, to leave a sign.

all you did was text back with: "they fit you." because it was true. damn true.

then straight to the point. a pic of his hard cock that was literally on the verge of exploding underneath his overalls, most likely gray ones, or just shorts he usually wear. the first time he sent you a photo like that left you a little taken aback. not that it was an out-of-character thing for him to do, but without warning and after you were literally talking about how much you wanted to go to Disneyland — it just didn't feel the right moment n shit.

[ 01:30 AM ] you — what the fuck

[ 01:30 AM ] loml 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 — Just noticed ur profile picture [ 01:31 AM ] loml 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 — Not my fault tho

[ 01:34 AM ] you — don’t mind me i’m js blocking this contact

in reality you were just thinking about how much you wanted his cock at that moment. shamelessly asking him to come to your house two minutes after pretending to be annoyed by his open behavior.