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[genderkoolaid]

entranced by that genre of 2000s tv character where the writers want to write a main autistic character but they obviously can't acknowledge in any way that the character is autistic and also they probably don't realize the character is autistic either, so the actual character's autistic traits are done through a game of stereotype telephone, and also it's a 2000s TV show so the narrative around character relationships and identities must be centered around the goal of Being Normal™®© so the crypto-autistic characters friends are constantly stigmatizing anything they do that isn't Normal™®© as unhealthy and inhuman but you know, in a fun way, so the very thing that is supposed to make the main character interesting is also what makes them innately flawed and unhappy and we are supposed to view them acting less autistic-coded as them learning how to be happy aka Normal™®© but it's also serialized so they can't change too much and just exist in this realm of tension where they are autistic but can't be autistic and it's their core character trait and their main personal failing and their friends lovingly put up with it and you are a tiny autistic child watching this going ummmm this b plot is based on an incorrect assumption about lizard mating seasons and i need them to address this immediately

[sunsbaby]

❝ take a picture it'll last longer !❞

❝ i'm trying to !❞

. . . photographer .ᐟ reader ; aka birdie

⋆⭒˚.⋆

say cheese .ᐟ

photographer .ᐟ reader : spends all her time looking through the small lens of a polaroid or rather any camera she can find. her finger hovers over the button, eager to capture the moment—even if it's only a small moment between the boys and her. her room is strung up with strings which hold countless of memories in the form of small photos. ones of her life before hunting and ones of it now.

photographer .ᐟ reader : also known as 'birdie' to the boys. they say because she chirps just like one, blabbering on and on about how there were so many moments on the hunt she could've captured if that stupid monster hadn't broken her camera—she quite literally cried and pouted the whole way back to the motel after.

she was free; free as a bird. not tied down to a certain spot or person, just going wherever baby takes her.

photographer .ᐟ reader : who makes the boys snap photos of her while she's making her own adventure out of the hunt. "birdie, really?" dean would grumble, yet he still took the picture. sam laughed on the side-lines, grateful she didn't ask him. but, there he was right after dean, the camera held gingerly in his grasp—the camera he made look like one meant for a child—as he told her to pose. (he secretly loved it)

˚.⋆ birdie's collage :

. tree problems. .

sunny yaps ! HOMEWORK? NAH, NEW !READER ALERT!! I AM SOOO BORED AND DECIDED TO SEE WHAT I COULD DO, SO I PRESENT... (drum roll) BIRDIE!!! YAY!! i LOVE taking pictures so YEA!

special tags ! @dulcescorderitas @h8aaz @bluemerakis @figthoughts

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒��𝐀𝐁𝐘 ® 𓂃 do not repost or copy my works without permission!!

[seat-safety-switch]

"Look, bud," started the jackbooted thug. He was splitting his attention between threatening me, and watching our waiter so he could tell him when he had "enough" grated cheese on his spaghetti combo. "We want you out of the business."

The waiter coughed gently. My opponent glared at him. Cheese continued to fall like rain between us, accumulating in a small mountain on top of the steaming 'sta.

For a couple years now, it has been like this. They simply do not know how to compete with my low, low prices. I accepted the offer to come out to dinner because, you know, free meal, knowing full well that I would be threatened and possibly whacked in the parking lot. As the grater runs dry, I wonder if there will be any parmesan left for me when it is my turn. The waiter notices I am staring at it, and shrugs a half-apology. There's no way they only brought out one chunk of the good stuff.

"If I agree to sell – and that's an if," I finally speak, "I never want to work again."

We both know now that I am a whore, and we are merely arguing on price. Tension has left the room. Unfortunately, so has the cheese. In disgust, the waiter disappears into the kitchen, leaving behind a dissatisfied mobster and, worst of all, a cheeseless me. My naked spaghetti gleams obscenely beneath the gently flickering Inexpensive House Brand® LED lighting.

So this is how it ends. I never wanted to be in the bouncy castle rental business anyway.

[theivorybilledwoodpecker]

Anyone on here want to help?

Good. Go to PubMed

You'll find an enormous library of medical studies. Search for studies on LGBTQIA+ people, people of color, and any topic you know conservatives would like to censor.

For the ones available for free online, download and store to a PDF.

Save it to the Wayback Machine.

Educators, doctors, and others are doing this, but they often work at places Trump would target. They are sometimes restricted by workplace regulations in how they can store files.

The more people who have copies of data, the better.

Btw, this is how conservatives keep getting to claim that trans people are a new thing no one has ever heard, because our history and existences have continually been erased or obscured systematically through out history.

The most famous example was 92 years when the Nazis raided the library of the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, the medical practice where the term transsexual was first coined and the first gender affirming surgery was performed in in 1931.

What did the Nazis do after raiding the library on May 6th, 1933? You may be familiar with these images

It is happening again.

[chaotic-archaeologist]

You guys, I am sobbing. She is GORGEOUS!!!

[bloqdies]

Mb for this photo please?

🗡️‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ▍‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ³²‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝗩𝗕𝗘𝗥

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ؁.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝗤𝗔̴̰͍͚̞̣̱̊́𝗩‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ڊر˴‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 🌊‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ®

[per-se-idit]

I mean, did you even need proof of that?

These events just keep on being So Much Uwu ©®™

[help-help-i-need-an-adult]

i’m glad we don’t have to hunt for our food anymore.. i don’t even know where Sandwiches live 

[not-so-mundane-after-all]

A Dance Through Time

This took me about two months to finish and it's the biggest piece I've ever done. Inspiration came while I was listening to Fast Car by Tracy Chapman one day, and the vision of Hunter and Omega swaying to the rhythm together came to life before my eyes. Listening to it more brought a realization that some parts of the song fit the story of these two almost perfectly, taking them on a journey from the very first episode of the show to the day peace is restored in the galaxy - like the first verse talking about their beginnings and the second one describing the struggles of living from job to job that we see in season 2. But the core of the story - of the show, of this duo, and of these characters separately - can be brought down to these four lines:

You got a fast car

Is it fast enough so we can fly away?

We gotta make a decision

Leave tonight or live and die this way

In case Tumblr messes with the quality, you can find the separate pieces, in order, under the cut.

[embrace-your-illithid]

from some lovely and sweet dialog from the epilogue party that I am sad they cut from the game

[nmyphomania]

╰┈➤ ❝ [Kinktober Day 12: Exhibitionism]

Summary: He appoints his closest advisors to watch him raw dog you the night of your wedding.

Warning(s): F! Reader, exhibitionism, finger sucking, snowballing?, spit as lube, oral sex (f. receiving), full nelson, doggystyle, mouth spitting, rough sex, sloppy kissing, vaginal fingering, choking, squirting, breeding but only a lil bit, cervix kissing, public bedding ceremony, handjob (f. receiving), possessive Zuko, not proofread

WC: 2.6k+

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Your mouths were on each other in an instant, leaving no room to waste time in front of the four political advisors in the room with the both of you. Tongues flicked out, circling the bland taste of saliva that glossed over the surfaces of pink. It was so uncomfortably hot in the room, it was hard to differentiate whether it was from you and Zuko getting busy, or if it was the intense stares from the four accompanying people inside the chamber.

Zuko licked a deep stripe up the inside of your mouth, grabbing the back of your neck to hold you still into his demanding kiss. Pressing a firm thumb against the crook of your neck, urging your head to the side, leaving hot, wet trails smacking onto the surface of porcelain skin. The way he cradled you in his arms was so dreamy it enhanced the scent of subtle arousal dancing in the air of the room.

A sudden turn in events of Zuko now bending you over the side of the mattress of the bed, growing ravenous by all passing moments of this small gathering. Leaning to hover over your form lying on the mattress below, he stared into one of the male advisors’ eyes whilst swiftly undoing the careless knot in your robes. Your clothes were immediately snatched bare from your helpless body, leaving you to yelp in surprise at the state you were now left in, now a sight for four pairs of wildly unfamiliar eyes.

“You all want to see me fuck her don’t you?”

His suggestive voice alas cut the deathly silent interior of the room, the man in particular shifted around in his breeches, swallowing thickly at his lord’s unprecedented words. Yanking at the back of the latches that fastened your bra together, it slapped back down, leaving a fleeting sting to burn on the surface of your back. He scoffed, pushing you forward with his clothed hips to spur you on the bed completely.

Of course you still wore on your undergarments, the intimate clothing clinging to your frame so endearingly, no doubt in Zuko’s mind that the other four were growing hot in their pants over you. Yeah he could be jealous and petty all he pleased, but these perverts loved tradition and were as passionate about it as anything else. You know they would never, ever, admit how hungry they were for the scene before them to unfold further, fearing their firelord’s judgemental remarks about their dignity. It’s obvious as the sun in the sky on a clear day, but he guessed he could be a little less, mean. Making work of his own clothes by sliding off his own deep red robes off of his broad shoulders, he seems over this whole situation already.

You situated the lower half of your body up in the air for him, assuming the position in front of him on the bed as he undressed. Now he was only covered up by his own pair of pants that contained his painfully hard sex, straining just behind his fly. Taking his index finger, he dragged down your underwear so damningly slow it irked you. Your clit was then sandwiched between his two rugged fingers, stroking steadily in up and down patterns. Zuko took in how very apparent you were when you would grow more and more wet for him, relishing everything that came out of your body by messily massaging your damp pussy then giving it a teasing slap.

“Already? I barely even touched you.”

Those words sent shivers of embarrassment cascading down the longevity of your back. A few breathy sighs from you being rubbed down on your core in between your thighs, leaving you to run your tongue over you lips before going to bite down on the bottom one. He placed his free hand to thumb over your other entrance as he eased his hand around to prep you for his sudden intrusion. It pressed so deliciously on the resistant ring of muscles, it sent every firm press straight down to take effect below.

Small droplets strayed away from your arousal, sounds of wet suctioning from humping along the roughness of his palm urged your eyes backward, flattening out his hand nearly drove you to insanity. Your ears were filled with cotton, even delirium whining out for him to keep going or right there. Body nearly lurching from the intensity of his palm thrusting on it repeatedly, more so perfectly wiping the top of your cunt where the most nerves seemed to reside.

Zuko gave no warning, suddenly grabbing your right shoulder, pressing you down on his experienced pointer fingers without taking any mind to your tightness. Flinging your head up only to meet the heated stares from the four men that advised your husband’s actions, a distressed noise of surprise was eased out in their direction. His fingers curled inside somehow angling accurately on the oozing spot that was the center of your pleasure. Feeling the blunt tips of his finger rutting into you with the help of his left hand levering you back into them by keeping an unwavering hold on the curve in the middle of your shoulder and neck.

Bucking back to counter the precise movements of his fingers made you squirt all over the digits and the sheets, heat flooded over the expanse of your face for growing so needy. Especially in front of the guests present in you two’s shared chamber. Swirls, turns, and spins danced in the base of your convulsing stomach, pulling yourself impossibly tighter to embrace his knuckles within the confines of your greedy pussy. Words fell amidst the chain of incoherent moans that just wouldn’t stay deep inside your chest, not even properly able to register them in the heat of the moment.

“Zuko?” You gasped out, hand flying to find his hand, in an attempt to grab onto something, or some part of his body that could be found within any means of reach. Shoving in another two digits drawed out a foul keen rooted from the depths of your diaphragm. Being so full led you to fall down back forward, pressing your face flush against the crimson sheets to drool out whatever your brain could come up with. Toes curling, body jerking away and struggling from overstimulation, pleas in every type of sound possible. Goodness you were a mess underneath him, you couldn’t even think to compose yourself to have some decorum, but Zuko made it so damn hard. On the crumbling edge of a worthy finish, your eyes snapped open, wild with desperation to find his hand and push him in deeper.

Zuko wasn’t having it, he didn’t like being rushed no matter how much you begged for something deeper or faster; he went at his own set pace. Everything he did had a reason even if he didn’t directly tell you, that’s law for everyone involved with him. Including you. He took your wrist and pinned it down on your back as a warning for moving too fast, a hum of disapproval was met with your hurried actions.

“Stay. There. Don’t get impatient.”

That low warning sent you over the edge, with him burying his digits down to the knuckle to make your finish bubble up and out of her more than stretched out opening. He smoothed his fingers out of you with a small suction noise from her walls bordering him inside securely, moving the four to grip the interior heat of her mouth. You sucked vigorously, lapping and savoring and cleaning every drop of yourself off of his digits longingly.

Easing himself down onto his knees to meet the sight of your gaping pussy from the earlier entry, he began to make out loudly, smacking his lips from kissing your worked lips, and fixating on sucking all of your cum from out of you. You moaned around his fingers, taking in the sweet wet sensation of his tongue hooking and retreating continuously between your folds. He welcomed it to drip from the capacity of his mouth, sliding down from either side of his strong jaw.

Groaning in a mix of adoration and satisfaction from the taste and sopping wet mess on his face, he’d drain everything from inside of you that spewed unashamedly, holding the fluid in his mouth for a moment. Before you could react to his finger being freed from your mouth, a slap landed on the bottom of your ass, startling the men across the room from the filthy spell the two of you put them under. Their hearts beat so hard they all thought it’d come right out of their chests, it was so heated in the room, the smell of sex already settling in their nose before even getting to the real part of all of this.

His eyes caught sight of your bra that was latched onto your body around your upper half after all this time, saliva-slicken hand going to lightly tug the fabric, prompting you to take the clothing item off. A pair of pretty, pedicured hands reached to teasingly undo the latches in a way that’ll test Zuko’s patience, a way to get back at him for not allowing her to be needy herself. They fondled with the back hooks, slowly coming undone for his prying eyes to watch over. The man decided to waste no time with you, ridding himself of his own pants to work towards a mutually pleasing moment.

The slightly taut clothes were removed from his body to fully reveal himself confidently to everyone in the room, and once all of the buckles on your bra were undid, he never snatched something off you faster in his life. In fact, he grabbed you by your neck to force you off of the bed on all fours and positioned his pulsating length just outside your gasping orifice.

Sucking in his cheeks to gather up all of her juices he drank in from her previously, Zuko leaned backwards to intricately spit out the substance over the surface of his cock to easily slip inside of you. Breeching past your loose and slicken up hole, he let a loud groan utter past his lips and into the thickened air of the chamber’s atmosphere. Both of your heaving breaths came together in sync as the both of your bodies met each other at an accelerating pace, every thrust punched out shared pants and curses of all sorts. Sweat trickled across the vastness of each other’s skin, cores burning with an urgency that was unmatched and burned a heat the couple could ever understand.

Going to rest over on his forearm on one side of her body below resting all of his weight in that one arm, he made quick use of the opposing hand to strain around her neck to pull her into a discordant kiss. His mouth nearly went dry at her clenching walls cornering him in inside, Zuko could barely conjure up a petty wad of saliva to share back into her mouth just before parting away from the kiss

Holding her up by keeping a hold on the length of her neck, he shifted impatiently to shove the crest of his dick in to hit the very middle of her stomach cruelly. Your wails wantonly hurt to cry out due to the pressure of his hands on your neck, it was so much all at once you could sob. Not much air came in through your windpipe, maybe once you’d get a good intake of air to support your noises of pure rapture. It never appeared to phase him, the raunchy roll of his hips caused one of the men on the adjacent side of the room to pass out from locking his knees in place. That didn’t seem to phase him either.

Nothing would ever take his gaze away from your red laden eyes, glittering up at him with a quiet beg for some type of mercy on your body. Those lips were parted screaming all of her thoughts, obscenities, his name. Like a chant, he didn’t want to ever stop pleasing you, making you cry, it was his motivation to continue to be your center of ecstasy. The vibrations of her strangled whines went nowhere but straight to his dick, making him twitch violently in the midst of your body he knew best. Better than the back of his hand he knew how to read you, how to ruin you just right for the entertainment of his advisors.

“You’re….you’re gorgeous. You’re all mine- I-.”

He could hardly utter the praise beyond a hoarse whisper, letting your neck loose from his crazed grip. Pulling out immediately made you exhale wholly, releasing the air that rested within your throat, you took advantage of the fact that you now could take a simple breather until he decided what else to do to you.

You were gently pulled up by your elbow, leading you to the front of the bed, enhancing the firelord’s men's view over the vulgar scene unraveling in front of them. She was pulled into his lap, face barely flushed with a red present all over her body, sweat drenched and all of her naked glory. The both of them adjusted into a rather dissolute position, his length now resting once more inside of her cunt, Zuko locked her legs back with the strength of his arms all the way until they were straddling her own upper half. Her entirety was on display to the four men, the two’s connection was undeniable and now formally presented to them.

You could barely take the situation, all of your active thoughts were drained out of you the second you started to squirt uncontrollably. The world spun dizzyingly in your head as Zuko fucked you from underneath, to spread your oozing walls all over him. A pair of soft lips you were so familiar with crashed on the side of your face and trailed down to the crook of your neck, bringing you down from the temporary high created from feeling the crest of what physical euphoria felt like.

He panted loudly at the knots pulling together tighter any time he’d throw his hips up to jolt back into her, stomach clenching hard to keep up his consistent rhythm. That jet black hair of his clung to his forehead, now damp and even mused from the work he put his body through that night.

“Mine, mine, all mine. I promised to fuck her didn’t I?” A rhetorical question restated to himself while his head craned back to display the compelling reddened flesh of his neck. Rough, and gritty his voice happened to be reduced down to, he virtually gave a half-assed whine from bottoming out in his movements just moments leading up to his overloading finish.

Losing yourself to the scent of sex and the renewed humidity of the room, you didn’t realize you and him came at the same time, him doing it so deep, coating the surroundings of his steadily softening shaft, pushing in a few more times before lowering your aching legs down to rest. They felt like complete jelly, nothing could possibly get you to stand up from the events of your honeymoon night.

One of the advisors tried to swallow down a large lump created in his throat, going to speak up in the moment of silence. He bowed for the rest of the group of men, showing his still foregoing respect towards the Firelord and wife, the now declared Firelady.

“The marriage process is now complete, congratulations to the newly wedded royal couple.”

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[markscherz]

Hot damn. Great question, I'd love to tell you.

High Fantasy

Look, this rainfrog is called Breviceps bagginsi, so I don't have a lot of choice, now do I?

[src]

Also, I would go with them to the end. Into the very fires of Mordor.

Low Fantasy

Phyllomedusine hylids have a certain weird clown marionette vibe to them. Just look at these Pithecopus rohdei.

[src]

Lovecraftian

The male Rhinoderma darwinii raises his tadpoles in his vocal sac.

Sci-Fi

Gephyromantis pseudoasper sometimes wear handsome stripes—very Space Age™

But more importantly, their calls evoke a battle with laser-blasters.

I filmed this calling male in 2017 at an obscene hour of the morning.

Horror

Trichobatrachus robustus, aka the Hairy Frog, has flanks and thighs covered in weird, hair-like outgrowths that increase oxygen exchange over its skin, and BREAKS ITS FINGERS TO STAB YOU WITH CLAWS MADE OF BONE

[src]

Romance

Breviceps males physically glue themselves to the back-ends of females, and if that's not romance, I don't know what is.

[src]

Comedy

Nyctimantis arapapa are probably amongst the funniest-looking frogs out there.

[src]

Adult

The 'poly' in Polypedates may be a double entendre

[src]

Crime and Mystery

Calyptocephalella gayi is a Galaxy Brain frog.

[src]

Speculative

Myobatrachus gouldii is basically what would happen if you decided to try to build a turtle, but you only had frog pieces in the kit.

[src]

[versocanibal]

⠀⠀⠀amapola# ⠀ ؽؾڼګ … 👊🏾ܢ. ╲╱ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝔎eal ───⠀⠀⠀⠀🆡. 🌊

[front-facing-pokemon]

[youngsenescence]

"I was previously living in Downtown City. I had previously never heard of the Fire Nation before. Where is that place? And that's interesting. I think that it could be possible as well." Blythe Baxter responded to Kyra Kim.

“You can sit next to me, if you’d like to. I’m not saving the seat next to me for anyone that I know of. My name is Kyra Kim, by the way. It’s a pleasure to meet you! So, what is your name?” Kyra Kim asked the person that she notices is nearby herself. @forgottenfriendshipstarters​