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[deanstudies101]

Please enjoy a short hiatus (summer holidays) on account of I got a puppy last week and now all my time is spent stopping him from chewing through our mains water pipe 💖

[dumbass-duo-showdown]

I’m glad the quarterfinals for the bapelsin bracket is going to probably be against the two most American icons to exist. BECAUSE THATS WHAT THEY DESERVE.

[thatsneakymedic]

"Kabuto-kun...?" Orochimaru asked.

They stood at the abandoned village where the nomadic human traffickers displayed their naked 'wares' for sale. The roofs were sloped, the drainpipes were cracked with rust. Windows were broken or covered up by planks.

A dead Sakura tree stood at the village square, reaching up to the blue sky like an old man's hand. Its black branches trunk had the whit carvings of locals. Most were mock protection seals against snakes and against the lord of snakes. Totally useless, of course. Locals had no idea how the seals of Uzushigakure priestesses worked.

The enslaved humans had drawn similar symbols onto their body or chains. Many of them were in dreary-eyed and listless state. Most childen were more scared of their wardens than of Orochimaru and Kabuto. This was by design.

Orochimaru had been judging kekkai genkai and he had been judging bodies. But now, in the high light of noon, he saw a different body that was catching his attention. He had been glancing at Kabuto as he made his round and brought picks to Kabuto for check-ups.

Only twice a year (if he was lucky) Orochimaru saw a captive he really liked and bought it. It would be his favorite plaything for a while. Today it wasn't the slaves that his yellow gaze fixed on. It was his very own assistant who distracted him.

Now, he spoke Kabuto's name, and asked: "When did you grow this muscular?" Orochimaru wanted to stress every single word in this sentence. He found it impossible to look away. His surprised stare was at the threshold of escalating. And it would, if Kabuto willed it so.

@uchihacollector

It was always a common, pitiful sight that the public often prefer to sweep under the rug and not let the future generations of shinobi learn about and what the authorities allow should it be authorized by the corrupt Lords and the Higher ups of the Lands. The Fire Nation was exactly one of them as they have the more larger lands.

The people who live in the smaller or more hidden villages or towns often live in constant fear for the days when a surprise attack would happen should they refuse to conform to the Nation's laws or cultures. Those who were, were often had no choice but to live by their rules and never able to live as true as they pleased.

Coming to such places and events always seems to put Kabuto in a despondent mood since despite that Orochimaru has told him that they're merely "saving" the more vulnerable from their worst fates that their captors have planned for them. It still left a disgusting taste in his mouth as he could clearly see the abuse that all of the captives have endured. The women and children had it much worst than the men, as he could hear one of the wardens in the back of one of the burned huts, screaming after at least three of their coworkers for "damaging the goods". And those were the ones that Orochimaru often picked out to save as well as the men should they have value in them.

It left him pondering about disturbing thoughts that it was highly likely that in the past, he himself was a victim of trafficking just like these people, but managed to escape their capture and was found by Nono...

His fingers and palm gently rested and lifted a younger but obviously terrified captive child's chin as he examines their mouth for a moment after hearing them cough despite them trying to keep it secret. The poor child's throat was obviously irritated and at least a molar was missing. It was no wonder they couldn't talk and not able to talk so loudly. Smoke inhalation. But despite a few burns on their feet, they were relatively unharmed.

Before he could check the next captive who was that of a young man with a strange tattoo on their leg, he heard Orochimaru's voice and that snapped him out of his disassociated mind. He was aware that he was being stared at by them, and he didn't think much on it other than that he assumed that he wanted to observe Kabuto's work and to be his extra set of eyes should one of the captives decide to harm him while he's not looking.

"He's the last one I need to examine. I'll have the rest of our subordinates lead them to the medical wing to get their wounds treated. You picked out a lot of them this time." Kabuto sighed as he puts away his medical tools that he kept in his scroll. Before he could just casually, walk past them. Now that his eyes are met with theirs, he stops in his tracks.

Orochimaru... was staring at him more than staring at the more attractive or well built captives. But it seemed to the kind of stares that he would give when he was infatuated with someone.

That someone was now him and it left him feeling quite pleased with himself.

With a bashful and flattered grin, he looks at his own arms and hands for a moment. Kabuto was always so subtle with everything he did, and he hid it well enough till Orochimaru takes the time to pay attention. Sure he wasn't as built or as well toned like a lot of male shinobi, but he was proud of the little changes he has done for himself these past months. He even got the confidence enough to start wearing shirts like this as a nice change as his previous clothes are still being washed back at the hideout.

"A few months ago, I had adapted a new workout to go with my usual ones. I thought that I could greatly benefit from it since these days, I have been needing to lift more heavier things and do more errands. I guess it shouldn't be surprising that the results of my training would show on my body."

He shyly smiles at them now, though he can't help but feel tempted to tease them a bit. "Do you... like the new changes I have done for myself? I'm not seeking to look "big" or anything like that." Pushing up his glasses, his smile changes into that of a teasing one, " And it's not just my arms that I had worked on either..."

[molabuddy]

recently when im tempted to say 'i'm gonna kill myself' i try to correct it into saying "im gonna walk into the river and become a trout" or some other form of that. this is my new thing

[some-pers0n]

Hey you ever think about The Characters so much to the point where

[shamefulzombie]

Not Perfect

[oldtvandcomics]

HEY GUYS!!

GUYS!!!

FRANCE HAS REACHED THE REQUIRED NUMBER OF SIGNATURES ON THE CITIZEN'S INITIATIVE AGAINST CONVERSION THERAPY IN THE EU!!

ONE COUNTRY DOWN, SIX TO GO!!

We also need still quite a few signatures in order to reach the one million required.

As to date, the six other countries with the most signatures are:

Spain - 38.72%

Finland - 30.31%

Ireland - 24.86%

Netherlands - 24.15%

Germany - 23.54%

Belgium - 23.09%

So yeah, still a long way to go, but we ARE slowly getting closer. Don't stop now! Don't let this stay within the community, either, if you have any friends or family who are open to queer rights, get them to sign, too!

[drowninnoodles]

Heh

thanks to @hannahdra-ws for quote, its very cursed indeed.

[menlove]

interesting how transmascs & transfems alike think losing weight is the answer to pass as our chosen gender.... almost as if fat people are never Truly afforded a passing gender regardless of trans status. as fat people we are never Truly seen as Men or Women. anyway fuck that notion & if u think u need to lose weight to pass that's the devil talking

[1percentcharge]

tweets like this are my pet peeve. just throwing silly words together in a way that’s supposed to sound hyperspecific but does not in fact evoke anything recognizable

[keithbutgay]

hi!

um

yeah

notes goal post

because i really need motivation

(i stole some of these but shhhhh)

if this post gets 50 notes i'll drink water right now

100 i'll go to bed at midnight for the rest of the week

200 i'll actually do my laundry

500 i'll take a shower every day for the rest of the week

1,000 i'll brush my teeth every night for a full week

2,000 i'll stop binding for an unhealthy amount of time for a full week

3,000 i'll start actually wearing my ankle braces consistently

4,000 i'll eat breakfast every day for the rest of the week

5,000 i'll stop binding while sleeping

6,000 i'll stop wearing earrings i'm allergic to for a full week

7,000 i'll start doing makeup again

8,000 i'll stop eating chocolate for the rest of the week

9,000 i'll make my autodale masks

10,000 i'll touch grass every day for the rest of the month

11,000 i'll water my plants twice a week for the rest of the month

12,000 i'll put on my lotion when i need to for a full week

13,000 i'll eat at least two meals every day for the rest of the week

14,000 i'll finish my water bottle every day for a full week

15,000 i'll write more for forest files

18,000 i'll clean out my backpack

19,000 i'll take my vitamins every day for the rest of the week

20,000 i'll finish my stained glass project

21,000 i'll go to bed before midnight for the rest of the week

22,000 i'll do my summer reading

23,000 i'll move the knife out of my room

24,000 i'll eat three meals every day for three days

25,000 i'll stop purposefully triggering myself for a full week

50,000 i'll try my best to stay clean for two full weeks

i'll probably add more goals if this somehow get past 5k, but there it is for now :)

spam allowed

tagging allowed

ummm the deadline is halloween

*thumbs up*

go for it

[oobbbear]

Alone Together au! Where both Ford and Fiddleford fall through the portal

30 years after + first fall through

They fell through the portal after Fidd left Ford and before Stan arrives, that middle period where Ford is haunted by bill and going crazy.

Fiddleford went back after the incident trying one last time to warn Ford but instead they got into a fight actives the portal get sucked in and you know the rest.

[prokopetz]

The real reason your sapient dragon character needs a "rider":

Dragons on the wing are vulnerable to being mobbed by smaller, more agile flyers, particularly in your large rear blind spot, like a bird of prey being mobbed by crows. Having a human armed with a long spear perched on your back helps to dissuade anyone from getting any funny ideas.

Breath weapons are impressive enough on the ground, but in flight they're really only good for strafing stationary targets; trying to use your breath weapon in an aerial dogfight is a good way to get fire up your nose. A real fight calls for sterner measures – and, concomitantly, a crew to aim and reload the cannons.

In today's competitive world, it's not enough to devour a flock of sheep and call it a day if you want to keep your edge. You're accompanied at all times by a qualified personal alchemist tasked with carefully regulating your internal furnace to ensure peak performance, and sometimes you even listen to them.

No dragon of any quality would be caught dead without their valet. It's not as though you can announce your numerous long-winded titles yourself when introductions are called for, can you? You suppose next you'll be expected to pick up the spoils of your conquests yourself, like a common brigand. Perish the thought!