#Gaited

[druid-for-hire]

[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled "immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”

[5ummit]

We’re Harkonnens. So this is how we’ll survive. By being Harkonnens.

[gaitwae]

is this how you make a cake?

[positivelyqueer]

if you feel like you’re ‘getting in the way’ as a mobility aid user, particularly with larger aids like wheelchairs, rollators/walkers, gait trainers and service dogs, That Is A Fault Of The Space (and potentially the people), not of you. You deserve all the space you take up and more.

[intriga-hounds]

edi in the yard today

bonus with Cryptid Mother

[moxyphinx]

CARLA GUGINO and GAITE JANSEN  📸 Alexandra Arnold

[noagskryf]

"i wish i could unmask wherever i went." "i wish i was visibly disabled."

Okay, fine.

Do you also wish you were pulled out of class and asked if you've taken illegal substances because you weren't masking?

Do you wish you were just not allowed in class sometimes because of your symptoms being disruptive?

Do you wish parents would pull their children away from you because you walk funny and make weird noises?

Do you wish your parents got sympathy glances whenever youre out in public with them?

Do you wish all this? Or do you wish you were more accepted by society?

EDIT: i think im not very good at explaining myself, this post is targeted at people who say "i wish i was visibly disabled" and then go on to deny that visibly disabled people experience a lot of ableism and danger because of it. this isn't targeted at people who wish they didnt have to hide themselves.

[horsesarecreatures]

Prince Count of Baldurshagi - Icelandic Horse

[melonberriable]

creature...

oh no I’ve domesticated them :O

[humming-fly]

I know I've thought of a good shitpost when the premise is only funny to me and maybe three other people

[larabar]

sonic voice would you guys still love me if i was a horse

[stbot]

Cynthia & Lydia (Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies)

[plague-parade]

able bodied people will decide you’re not disabled over *checks notes* the shoes you wear

[saphiiiic]

Here I am about to get killed over stupid diamonds and all I can think of is this infuriating creature next to me. She reconfigured all of my atoms and now she’s acting aloof. Could true love last only one night and day?

Alba and Batty – Leopard Skin (2022)

[feasibilities]

Doll | Thomas Shelby x Tatiana Petrovna x Duchess!Reader

Synopsis: Tatiana shares her lover with her new ally, Thomas Shelby. Warnings: FFM Threesome, Oral Sex, Dub-Con, Voyeurism, Age Gap Author's Note: If you can't tell, I love Tatiana and Thomas' relationship. Enjoy!

Your family’s union with the Petrovnas grew in the years prior to the Russian revolution. Business arrangements evolved into personal affairs. Your friendship with fellow Grand Duchess, Tatiana, was quite unusual. To her, you were a doll to play dress-up with. You were also the subject of her sexual exploration. Many nights in her suite were making you chase the same high over and over again. Now, she was ready to share you with the world. 

“Кукла, I have someone for you to meet.” Tatiana declared, taking your hand in hers. She led you through the crowd of writhing, nude bodies to a private room. Closing the door behind you, you were met with the presence of Thomas Shelby. His penetrative blue eyes flickered with curiosity when he noticed the sheerness of your gown. You held your hand out to offer a handshake—he kissed it tenderly instead. You couldn’t tell if the action was genuine or was done to mock you. You hesitantly sat next to him while Tatiana sat on your other side. 

“She’ll be spending the night with us.” She said.

“How old are you, dove?” He inquired.

“Nineteen.” You answered meekly. 

“Don’t be shy. He’s a great time once you get past the English cynicism.” She said softly. You gave him an inquisitive glance before looking back at Tatiana. 

“He’s killed more people than you could imagine.” She whispered in your ear. Feelings of unease washed over you.

“Fuck off.” He muttered to himself. Downing the rest of his whisky, he placed a hand on your thigh. Tatiana undid your gown and pulled it off your shoulders slowly. Feeling competitive, he kissed and nipped your collarbone. A repressed moan left your throat as she pulled your gown off your torso. Her soft hand found one of your breasts. He turned your head and gave you a consuming kiss. You managed to pry him off while Tatiana noticed the prurient look in your eyes. 

“She’s ready.” She whispered, kissing your shoulder. Fear had no time to register in your mind before you were looking up at Thomas from the bed. He stripped you of the rest of your clothing. He hastily shed his and climbed on top of you. You shot a worried glance at Tatiana as his large hands parted your legs. You grabbed his wrist to stop him. 

“Don’t bait me, doll.” He warned, kissing you once more. A prickly swelter possessed the lower half of your body which made you whimper into the kiss—he took the opportunity to enter you. Pulling away, he stayed still to let you adapt to the unfamiliar sensation. Soon enough, he was plunging into your velvety depths. Disquieting mewls began to fill the room. The bed met the rhythm of his thrusts as the headboard knocked against the wall. Occasional groans left him as he lost himself inside you. Tatiana was enthralled at the sight of him robbing you of the bit of virtue you had left. She was almost jealous at how reverent he was with you. Your first climax with him was a sight to see. It was violently beautiful with Thomas praising you until you returned to Earth. Tatiana was impressed but not appeased. 

“That was beautiful. I thought it was the both of us.” She said sarcastically, undressing herself. 

“I can’t fuck her brains out on her first go.” He replied, stroking your hair. 

 “Yes, you can. She can take it.” She argued, sitting in between your legs. Her dark brown eyes focused on you for a moment before her tongue lapped at your seeping heat. Thomas gave you passional kisses and kneaded your breasts occasionally. Tatiana began digging her nails into your thighs. 

“P-Please…” You sputtered, eyes fluttering closed. Your body shook in delectation as their actions grew more intense. The rapturous sensations were too much for your body to handle. You cycled through what felt like a thousand highs before they showed you mercy. 

“Good job.” She smiled from between your thighs. 

“He’s been patient. It’s his turn now.” You declared. In a bold move, you straddled him and watched his eyes light up. Tatiana wrapped her arms around you and nibbled on your earlobe. 

Sheathing yourself onto his length, you put your hand between her legs and pumped your fingers vigorously. Thomas was deranged by the gorgeous visual of you and Tatiana. You bounced slowly as his head began to swirl. His pupils swallowed his austere blue irises. Your moans began to harmonize with Tatiana’s. A thin layer of sweat made you glow. You realize this is the most vulnerable you could ever see him. After using a free hand to cradle his face, his large ones caressed your thighs. The three of you rushed towards your peaks like a train coming off the tracks.  

[intriga-hounds]

more grainy pics of my puppies being beautiful