#It was so long ago

[bllmak]

vintage phone

[chaos-pota-two]

I miss when I could trust people and make friends easily I miss when all it took was a common interest I miss when I could trust people I miss when I felt like people weren't trying to get something from me

[autistic-fool-with-ideas]

You know what

[y0oni3]

do you guys actaully remember when i was i04hyein

[arborix]

You have now pigeonholed yourself into the next, obvious, question: What are you fave and least fave Goosebumps books. Optional Extra Credit: And why?

[thefaultinourchickennuggets]

am discovering i've misremembered Lamb Chop's origins

[thevaldomarx2269]

How. How did they find this? I can’t think.

I can't.

Help.

[puffle-fuzz]

Me on the first day of high school.

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

do you even remember the lives that you threw away like trash

continuation of this

[meleuki]

listening to greta again and remembering 2019 where everything began to flourish on tumblr. im lost in nostalgia.

[trials-of-a-spirit-worker]

My father; the man who helped make and raise me, is as old as the right for interracial marriage. He was born in the mid 60s as was my mother. The right was granted in 1964-65.

My grandparents and great aunts and uncles watched their rights be granted to them. They literally watched the beginnings of integration. They've known victims of the KKK first hand. They've survived hate crimes before it had that name. They're in their 70s to midish 80s. They're starting to trauma dump us about the shit they've been through.

My siblings and cousins were the first ones born in the family to be born with most of the rights we take for granted. I am only about 10 years younger than them.

I, in my mid 20s have grown up and was granted the right to marry my spouse.

It. Wasn't. That. Fucking. Long. Ago.

Especially when you relate the years passed to people.

Our rights are disgustingly recent.

Just for anyone still thinking the civil rights movement was “SO long ago!”

Fred Hampton would be 51 this year if police hadn’t executed him at age 21.

Ruby Bridges is 65.

MLK would be 91 (he was assassinated at 39).

Malcom X would be 95 (he was assassinated at 39).

Claudette Colvin (the first Black woman known to refuse to give up her seat AT 15) is only 80.

Mary Louise Smith is 83.

Fred Gray is 89.

EMMETT TILL WOULD BE 79 (he was murdered at age 14 because of a white woman’s lie).

Ask yourself how old your grandparents are. Hell, how old your PARENTS are. How old are the people in most government seats right now?

Miss me with that bullshit of “It’S sO lOnG aGo. Things are better now.” These people and so many more who aren’t able to be here would be distraught at what is STILL fucking happening today. To say things like that is just willfully turning your head away from the injustices that we see today! That’s the that on that.

[marimbles]

Halloween comic two weeks late bc i will never let tamadrien die

[makemycitybreak]

I wish I never fell in love with her

[toodymcdoody]

sighhhhh

Got back from a mini vacation and decided to doodle a little Mickey redesign <3 enjoy

[fluffbeast7]

I WAS FUCKING RIGHT

people who disagree or made me embarassed to have had headcanons about this are LOSERS

as i said as soon as i saw this on twitter:

''I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW ITTT I K N E W IT I FUCKING WON!!! I MAY SUCK AT FNAF THEORIES BUT I FUCKING WON AT THIS ONE LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO god anyways i love kellen he was an inspo before the dca existed- this guy is such a goat!! autism icon!!''

@basyacriptid i'm fucking losing my shit sorry if u already saw this

[moechies]

satoru’s punishments 🎀🎶

gojo satoru who focuses his infinity around his already-meaty cock so you’re unable to sink that pretty pussy down on him.

satoru is naturally one to discipline, considering his profession as a teacher. he knows clearly what’s right from wrong, and won’t let you off the hook as if you’re one of his students. you think it’s unfair, but if you were to think that gojo satoru cared so much about your incessant little opinions, you’d be called dumb.

your soppy cunt prods against his protected tip, urging your body lower to sheath his fat girth inside, but to no avail.

“satoru,” you mewl, “i said ‘m sorry. really r-really sorry.”

“hm.” he shrugs, one hand cupping your soft butt, and the other around the edge of your waist. his fake efforts to help you when he’s the one preventing you from pleasure is ironic, and it makes you an unspoken amount of angry.

but your anger is overwhelmed by your carnal desires from the sight of him alone, and the only thing floating through your pretty little mind is to get this cock in you.

“please— let me—“

“no.”

he glides your slick cunt across the faux protection, grinding you down so harshly, spreading your sensitive lips and pressing against your clit so harshly it almost hurts. “y’don’t deserve it, you brat.”

“i d— i do, satoru. d-don’t say that !”

he can’t deny how your sweet little mewls and begs for cock get him uncomfortably hard, wanting nothing more than to feel your chubby walls flesh to flesh with his cock. but he knows you’ll never learn, knows that you’ll be just as bad if he lets you off. even if it’s just this once.

“satoru—“

his wet cock slips from under you, falling against his pelvis and plapping against his tummy. you take the chance to lower yourself, rubbing your sore cunt on the smooth length of his cock.

you rock your hips ever so gently, grinding down on visible, but untouchable veins decorating his gorgeous cock. you’re eager to get your cunt off, but ensure your boyfriend doesn’t grow any angrier.

gojo undeniably grinds up just as desperately against your cunt, listening to the tuneful melody your sweet pussy plays for him. short pants leave his dewy lips, holding your chubby hips down firmly and setting his own pace. “shit. brat.”

he loves the look of panic in your eyes when his hips come to a slow, and soon to a stop, leaving you to mindlessly grind on his cock alone. your crying clit tingles from everything that’s led up to this moment.

but—

“did i say you could do that ?”

your movements come to an abrupt stop when his hands splay across your hot thighs, holding you down tight against his pelvis.

“b-but, you were also grindin—“

“yeah, i was. did i say you could ?” he spits, voice laced with poisonous venom that silences you immediately. his eyes are intimidating, not an ounce of forgiveness or pity lays within them.

“not good. what to do with you ?”

he tugs you off his hip, switching your position so that you’re soon under him.

and for the first time, his bare cock slaps against your puffy lips, and nudges at your raw clit. you moan with inexpectance, the mere feel of his cock slapping against your raw cunt nearly has you cumming.

“s a shame y’don’t know how to act right. c’mere.” he motions, pressing down on your shivering shoulder, “come ‘n suck your cock rights back.”