#GO AWAY ???!!!?????

[everchased]

can someone please get these hoes under control i'm BUSY

[nixcraft]

Microsoft's latest update for Windows 11 (with Copilot+) includes a feature called "Recall" that you might want to disable. The Recall records everything on screen you do. This means it stores information like your passwords, browsing history, images, videos, messages, and emails. To disable it, type the following command as admin user:

Dism /Online /Disable-Feature /Featurename:Recall

[copepods]

man i love scrolling innocently on tumblr mobile. sure hope there wont be 2 gayboy shirtless vampires staring at me

[mylifeingotham]

[bakubonez]

Sunday x GN! Reader || fluff

Summary: After a stressful couple days, Sunday asked you to wash his hair. 🦭

A/N: I’m falling for the Sunday propaganda plz save me

It had taken ages to get Sunday to trust you. Albeit many gifts and hours spent together later, your hard work had paid off. Sunday had lowered his carefully constructed walls, allowing you to weasel your way into finding a place in his heart. Nowadays, he can’t fathom why he used to push you away—you were far too sweet to discard.

He’d come to trust you enough to let you wash his hair, and groom his wings. More often than not, he’d do it himself—taking time to sit in front of the mirror to smooth down his soft, pillowy feathers or stand under the shower in silence as the water ran through his hair, down his back. Now, though, he didn’t have to do it completely alone. He quite enjoyed it when you helped him, actually.

At first, he hadn’t been completely sold on the idea. It was a lot of trust that he had to place in you, to let you look after him for a bit.

He’d have to surrender himself to you and lower his guard, and that felt mildly off putting at a stage. Despite his initial hesitance, the first time you actually rinsed his hair and tended to his wings, he knew he was hooked.

The gentle nature of your touch was something he’d always found himself appreciating, and he hoped and prayed that he could offer you the same feeling, but now that he knew what it was like to be pampered by the very same hands that brought him so much comfort in his day to day life, he couldn’t get enough of it.

Sunday was much too sheepish to outright ask you to bathe with him, especially not often, so the activity has been reserved for special occasions, by his own doing.

Tonight was one of those occasions.

Being the man that Sunday was, he had a lot on his plate, all the time. There were very few moments in which he could take refuge from his work and truly rest. Even in his free time, his mind was often plagued by anxieties about his upcoming tasks.

Recently, though, he’d been under extra strain especially. And so, logically, he’d come to you for comfort.

You raked your fingers across his scalp, hands lathered in some pleasant smelling shampoo that Sunday had chosen. His eyes were shut, sitting peacefully in the water of the bath. Steam clouded the mirrors, and left little beads of water dripping down the walls.

It was mostly silent, aside from a soft melody playing in the background that Sunday had put on before getting into the tub.

Once, you’d been hesitant to touch Sunday’s wings. You weren’t sure if they’d be too sensitive, or if he’d tell you off for it, perhaps���now, though, you touched them with little uncertainty.

So long as you were gentle, like you were being now, you could touch them all you wanted.

His feathers were so soft, almost unbelievably so. They twitch and shift under your grasp, but not for a bad reason; more so that it was mildly ticklish, despite how much you’d touched them in the past already.

You hear Sunday exhale quietly as you rub behind his ears, and along the topside of his wings. His faith in you always brings a smile to your face, leaving a warm, comforting feeling in your heart.

“Thank you,” he says quietly.

Thank you for what, you’re tempted to ask, but you get the sense that you already know what for—you. You, being with him. You, taking the time to care for him. You, having the patience to stick by him, even when it gets difficult.

You simply murmur a soft ‘mhm’ in response, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before resuming your motions. You needn’t say more.

[wombrion]

Have u seen the previews.... shes fluffiing up for real for real im obsessed

WHAT THW FUCK

[gofloresgo]

[damian-al-ghul-wayne]

Watching any of my siblings flirt feels like I am being stabbed through the abdomen (again). It is so sickening. Dms exist for a reason. 🤢

USE. DIRECT. MESSAGING.

[effinbirds]

[cauliflowertree]

[pseudowho]

Further reminder to Inbox abusers: I'm too busy raising kids (and the incredible workload that involves), maintaining my professional skills, caring for a home (and a car, and all of the admin that comes with them), writing stuff for Tumblr, writing a novel, packing up a home, getting four or five hours of interrupted sleep a night, preparing to move house, preparing for Christmas, enjoying the barest of time with my husband, preparing for birthdays, and staring into the void to read and reblog fics.

If I had a candle, I would bisect it with another candle so that I could burn the candle at four ends.

Stop seeing me not reading and reblogging stuff as some sign that I'm a heinous bitch. This is such bizarre behaviour.

Thank you,

-- Haitch xxx

[nixcraft]

Everyone should immediately stop contributing to the stack overflow and its network. The human touch is what made it unique. Delete your profile from SO AND all your answers. Freeloaders are making money out of human contributions.

[lxnarphase]

Toji and the one curse he is able to see being a pretty woman who always looks at him with wide eyes and makes cute little noises to get his attention in the place he’s currently staying thanks to shiu.

except, instead of instantly trying to fuck her, he notices she always comes when he watches movies and will just throw popcorn up at her where she peeks from the ceiling until she slowly comes closer and closer. She goes from the ceiling, to the closet, to the side of the couch, to on the couch next to him, mouth open as he tosses popcorn at her

[chanda-mama]

"James and sirius never saw each other because of the veil-"

GET AWAY FROM ME!

i WILL get violent you have NO ideA

[kikker-oma]

Warning: Blood, Broken Nose

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