#I’m so so so so tired

[eddis-not-eeddis]

All day I’ve been running headlong into each next project. I ran from work to the dentist from the dentist to my second job, from my second job to home where I had to clean up the kitchen and do laundry…it’s never going to end is it? I can’t even eat a proper meal sitting down anymore. I’m sick of being around so many people and I want to hide.

[batsghoulsandghosties]

I am venting. Cancer cw

Bugs’s mom is dying. I’m convinced it’ll happen this week, it may be a little later. I don’t imagine she’ll last a month though. But within two weeks she’s completely lost the ability to sit up or stand on her own. I’ve been helping her to a bedside commode for about a month now maybe and I’m pretty much carrying her even though I’m barely strong enough to hold her up on my own. She’s waking up every thirty minutes throughout the night and immediately calling us for help regardless of if she actually needs something so neither of us have gotten much sleep the past few days. She’s been having a bit of trouble getting her point across for a while now but now she’s just not making any sense at all.

I don’t know why I’m typing this up, I’m just really overwhelmed. Bugs is having one big prolonged breakdown from the situation and also sleep deprivation so I keep trying to get him to disengage and I’ll just deal with stuff but I’m also on the precipice of a breakdown. Tomorrow he goes back to work after this past weeks break and I physically cannot handle looking after her and our dog who is a puppy at the same time. And I really think bugs needs to take some time off work but any time I suggest it he’s like “I can’t i have to get my kids ready for these three different concerts” and I don’t know how to say “Your fucking mother probably isn’t going to live to see next Sunday, shirk some fucking responsibilities for once”

[sillyguy-supreme]

white americans when you tell them that the idea of climate change as an impending disaster is a reductive first world perspective because it’s a tangible reality for many in the global south already:

[urmumhaha]

I wish butch n femme balls existed. Not to b a fucking sap n a massive dyke but wow. Ugh even. Just wanna wear a gown n stilettos n have my honey greet me w a bouquet before we leave n we wear matching or complimentary jewelry n spend hours on my hair and makeup to impress. N then when we get there my honey will spin me around the room for a brief dance before grabbing something to drink, wine for me n whiskey for her, as we chat w other dykes n celebrate butchfemmeness. Or whatever

[fuckitupsongbird]

never felt lonelier

[greykolla-art]

Charlie: “I’m so glad my most villain-coded friend is at full power again! 🥰💕”

*throws this to you angst goblins like raw steak* ❤️

(No I will not do a part 2!❤️)

[vixvigil]

[vierrel41n]

I don’t even know what words are appropriate in this situation. Something about this situation just doesn’t feel real. We live in an evil world. I sometimes don’t like to believe such things could happen again. But it happens live right in front of us. I’m so sorry for his family and the victim’s family. Neither will get their justice.

Two people were murdered in this case. And neither will get justice because of the unjust and corrupt “justice system”. Racism is so ingrained in our society and yet many will turn a blind eye and deny it still exists. Even in the face of murder.

Governor Mike Parson is a murderer. Shame on him and shame on the Supreme Court for having the chance to save him.

God rest his soul.

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

Like the majority of society I’m obsessed with Nimona

And I rewatched it a million times and one thing always sticks out to me 

There are moments when Ambrosius is surrounded by light like a little protective bubble 

That keeps him away from the man he loves more than anything 

[kiachnishsblog]

Superbat headcanon:

Clark goes to interview Bruce Wayne. He expects either a flirtation by Wayne or just talking business. What Clark DOESNT expect, is to have Wayne, a multimillionaire/billionaire, info dump about Gray Ghost because nobody else would listen to him talk about it.

Now, when Clark leaves Wayne Enterprises, he knows all the Gray Ghost lore. What is he gonna do with this knowledge? He has no idea. But atleast Bruce looked happy infodumping on him.

[merryposting]

Lil thing I had in my head last night so got it sketched up rq on my break. Loosely based on another thing I’m working on but that’s not important rn lol

Bonus:

[moechies]

“not yet, doll.” toji purrs, fingers pumping in and out of your squelchy cunny relentlessly. he smirks against your head, lips pressing kisses against your temple as you pant breathlessly, helpless under his touch.

“y’can’t cum yet. y’know that.”

you cry, fingers grasping onto his sweats as you sob into his chest. your chubby thighs clad around his wrist, doing your best to slow his skilled fingers urging you dangerously close to your orgasm.

“stop— to—“

“y’don’t want me to stop.” he knows you terribly well, but that seemed like more of a threat right now. he leaves you with no choice but to take what is given to you. you throw your head back in defeat, laying against the man’s beefy bicep as your legs kick, and toes curl as a distraction to yourself.

“‘m gonna c-cum. please, i d-don’t wanna—“

“s not an excuse. y’know what’ll happen if you cum, hm?”

his fingers curl upwards against the soft walls of your cunt, making you squeal. creamy slick coats his fingers, eliciting the sloppiest noises that you couldn’t bother to be embarrassed about in the gist of his abuse on your cunt.

“hnnn— toji..”

you wail, in hopes for some mercy in return. you claw at his hand, tugging at his wrists but he shakes you off with little effort.

“don’t touch me. bad girls who don’t listen don’t get t’touch their daddy’s.”

“i-i’m not a bad girl !” you debate, shaking your head against his chest in denial. your chest clenches when the throbbing in your cunt becomes intense, feeling your slick dribble below your butt creating a mess on the man’s lap. “‘m not—“ you whimper, still in denial when you feel yourself cream all over the man’s thick digits.

“hmm..” toji grins, removing his fingers from your cunt, emptying what once was so full. you pant, squirming at the loss of sensation, pouting up at him with puppy-like eyes, milked from any energy to argue back in your defense. he rubs against your clit swiftly, making you jump and squeak at the harsh touch to the sensitive bud.

“you came, little girl.” he gloats, holding his slick covered fingers before you. your face heats up at the way your own juices roll down his fingers, against his folded thumb, soon held up to your mouth. “open.”

and you obey, with bleary eyes looking up into his, but ignored just to have him tap his dirtied digits against your puffy lips.

“don’t make me repeat myself.” he spits. you part your lips shakily, and he wastes no time before plunging himself into your mouth and deep into your throat, pressing his fingers against your tongue. it forces a light gag, one that brings further tears to your eyes as you suckle gently on his fingers, tasting yourself on your tongue.

“mhm, just like that.” he affirms, bringing his free hand down against your swollen, milky cunt once again.

“we’re gonna try again, hm? but if y’cum early, i won’t let ya off this easy.” he mumbles against your ear, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek.

[claypigeonpottery]

can’t sleep, carving instead

[daeyumi]

Happy 1st anniversary to TotK!! 💛☁️✨

Even tho the game wasn’t what I hoped it would be, it still means so much to me.

[greykolla-art]

My favourite thing about Alastor is his hoard of gal pals!

He’s just a cool and charming dude that women feel comfortable around…And is also a power hungry eldritch horror.👌👌👌