#charging elephant

[elijones94]

🐘 “We got a boat to catch!”~ Tantor 🐘

[gallusrostromegalus]

AEIWAM: WHY does Aizen eat mayo on white bread?!!

There's a lot of things wrong with that guy.

[glasses-merc]

⫷ Genus Luxus Re ⫸

Thinking about these two like -> ◉_◉ (prion haver)

[whisky-soul]

My newest little foster baby Korbessa 🥰🥰

She is the youngest and only girl at the neonate nursery and apparently bosses the boys around. As she should!!

[constantvariations]

You know, rwby could be so much worse

It could have sex scenes

[witchybitchness]

Recently felt compelled to buy this and then I did some channeling and Lord Lucifer seems to have requested it for his altar.

It's a candle holder with lips 🤣.

(He speaks of symbolism. "The time to speak and be heard has come." )

Burning a red candle since our Lord has a preference for red candles in my altar spaces.

[cowabungaxcarl]

@eievuimultimuse // aliyah vc " COME ALONG AND SEE WHAT'S NEW, WE'RE DOING THE THINGS THAT ANIMALS DO "

" New animal friends to see, Animal Junction's the place to be ! "

[malpractice-morale]

you know green thumbs? And how people who are shit with plants have black thumbs? I am that but for cars….

[pinkfrogbreathing]

He is learning!

Tactical retreat

[trolledu]

https://fb.watch/qx8x9qDYif/?

[2t2r]

La mignonne charge d'un bébé éléphant [vidéo]

Nouvel article publié sur https://www.2tout2rien.fr/la-mignonne-charge-dun-bebe-elephant-video/

La mignonne charge d'un bébé éléphant [vidéo]

[lshedra-blog]

Princess Warrior Face Off - Me & AI by Lutfi Shedraway Via Flickr: Another AI Photo with some extra care to change the original AI Canvas to add more content to it to make it to this photo. The concept is to depict a spirited warrior leading the charge in this fantasy land with fighters from across historic times. The fighters are a mix of Indian, Middle Eastern, Persian and Medieval warriors from different times. The original canvas is the fantasy land and the giant bats. All else are artwork added to this scene.

[videosloth]

blown away by the twin revelations that

the weazel ball exists in the world of dungeon meshi

2. when charged with bringing back the most interesting thing he can find from a foreign land, with his inheritance at stake, the first thing shuro does is go to the dungeon meshi equivalent of a Cracker Barrel

my man is looking for the Hope Diamond in the skeeziest storefront of your local mall, next to the tie-dye ponchos and pewter dragon figurines

his brothers are going to come home with exotic spices or a literal white elephant, meanwhile shuro's standing there with a big mouth billy bass and a t-shirt of stewie griffin giving you the finger

[babyanimalgifs]

Baby elephant tries practicing his terrifyingly adorable charge

(Source)

[bi-writes]

i NEED to know how simon would react to his mail order bride getting all pretty one night.... like maybe the night of their wedding... and she's all nervous because she thinks he expects sex and she's so paranoid about offending him or making the wrong noises or just being a nuisance

mail-order bride

simon and mail order bride did not having a wedding; they are married before they meet. have a peek into their first evening together. (18+)

simon laid your suitcase down onto the floor of his bedroom. you look around anxiously, eyeing the bedroom that is supposed to be your own. there's a king-sized bed in the middle of the room, matching dark-wood nightstands on each side. there's one that's clearly being used, a phone charging there and a half-full glass of water.

there's a dresser on the far wall, littered with picture frames and small trinkets, seemingly from other countries. little russian dolls and different fabrics from different places, wooden elephants and small dishes of wonderful patterns. there's a few drawers open there, and when you make your way closer, you can see it's because they're empty. he must've emptied them out for you to use.

there's one picture frame that's face-down. you pick it up to peek at it, and you smile when you look at the picture there. it's simon and a few similarly-looking people. simon is in uniform, face clear of scars. there's an older woman on one side of him, and then on the other side is a little family of three, a sweet couple and a little toddler on the woman's hip. you put it back down facing up before turning back to your suitcase.

you were supposed to just put your pajamas on. simon had been cleaning up the kitchen, and you figure that meant it was time for bed. you rummage through your suitcase, going to reach for your pajamas when you see the little lingerie set you packed.

it still has the tags on it. it's a red pair of lace panties with a matching bra, complete with little crystal bows and lots of detail. you clutch the lace in your hands, looking towards the door. simon doesn't seem like the kind of man to ask you to do something you wouldn't want to do. but you don't know what his expectations might be. you don't know how he intends his wife to behave.

you stand and take the undergarments with you to the bathroom. you change into them, sliding the pieces on and adjusting them until they fit you nicely. you swallow hard as you look in the mirror, smoothing your hands over your body; your tummy, your thighs, over your breasts. you don't know if he'll even like what he sees. you don't know what he expected you to look like, if he got to choose, if he knows what you are underneath and wanted you because of it or in spite of it.

when you come out of the bathroom, simon is rummaging through one of his drawers. when he turns around to face you, he immediately turns back around.

"fuckin' christ--what the fuck are y'doin'?"

you flinch at the bite of his voice. you wrap your arms around yourself in an attempt to self-soothe, your eyes tearing immediately as you take in his reaction.

"i..." you stutter. "i...i-i thought--"

"you thought wot?" he snaps, and when he turns around to come closer, you panic, taking the straps in shaking hands and starting to pull them down your arms for him. "no, fuck, stop that--"

he puts his hands over yours before your breasts can spill out of the bra. he narrows his eyes at you, shaking his head, and you start to cry softly.

"s-simon, i'm sorry--i-i thought--"

"shhh," he shushes you. "just...quiet."

your bottom lip trembles as he takes the lace straps of your bra delicately and brings them back up, smoothing them back onto your shoulders. you close your eyes when he cups your cheeks, big thumbs wiping at your face as he soothes you silently.

when simon emerges in the bathroom, he tries to be subtle as he cups himself through his boxers, sighing deeply as he flicks the light on. he jumps a little as he steps back, the cat sitting on the edge of the sink and staring at him knowingly.

simon gives it the finger before shooing it back outside.

[perkwunos]

But there’s a cruel reality behind the decision to track right: The campaign, once it hitched its wagon to Biden’s policy of unqualified support for genocide in Gaza, really had no other choice. In 2020, the Biden campaign tentatively rode the progressive wave of the George Floyd protests, anger about Trump’s racist border policies, Covid activism, and anti-war protests against Saudi Arabia’s destruction of Yemen to energize the Democratic Party base to defeat Trump. It was, in retrospect, mostly lip service, and certainly no one at the time thought Biden a firebrand progressive. But the broader theme of the campaign was that everyone would have a seat at the table, even if the plate would most likely end up being empty.

Harris made no such pretensions, because any strategy that played to similar themes would have had to address the elephant in the room: the Democratic Party’s ​“ironclad” support for Israel’s elimination of a people in whole or in part. And this simply would not have worked. One can’t really bank on activist energy, youth turnout, and base-mobilizing when those involved — while canvassing together, or running phone banks at each others apartments, or getting drinks afterwards — have to awkwardly address the fact of genocide and their candidate’s support for it. This isn’t to say there was no activist or youth energy in the campaign — clearly there was. But those in charge quickly decided against making this their central theme and vote-gathering strategy, given the uncomfortable questions that would naturally arise from campaigning in these spaces. So Liz Cheney and her negative-2 favorables it was. 

Countless pro-Democratic Party pundits tried to warn Harris. Polls were commissioned. The Uncommitted Movement very politely, and well within the bounds of loyal party politics, begged Harris to change course. But she refused. The risk, to her, was worth sticking to the unshakable commitment to ​“eliminating Hamas” no matter how many dead Palestinian children it required, or the degree to which images and reports of these dead children would fuel cynicism and create an opening for Trump to win. 

... Turning every party advocate into a dead-eyed trolley problem expert triaging which genocide was morally preferable may have made cold logical sense, but it was hardly an inspiring message. Making it less compelling was that, by and large, it was not a position emanating from Palestinians themselves, as virtually every major Palestinian organization and the sole Palestinian-American in Congress, Rashida Tlaib, refused to endorse Harris.