#cleavland

[seashellisinmyheart]

Dude is giving me Toffee vibes.

[thisisrealy2kok]

[ijustgotherebro]

Vaggie: now i've got to get back before charlie realises im not in bed

Charlie: vaggie? VAGGIE?!

[horses-in-art-history]

Giovanni Battista ("Titta") Lusieri, Peasant on a Donkey, ca. 1783-1787, Metropolitan Museum of Art.

Johan Thomas Lundbye, En italiensk bonde med hans søn, siddende på et æsel, 1846, Statens Museum for Kunst, open.smk.dk, public domain.

Isidore Pills, Girl on a Donkey, 19th century, Cleavland Museum of art.

(Picture source for Peasant on a Donkey, En italiensk bonde med hans søn, siddende på et æsel, and Girl on a Donkey)

[vzm]

sometimes i see those vague positivity posts and i get an itch to reblog them and just tag some random ass shit

[thekristen999]

[s1l4s-w0rsh1ps-t0m4t03s]

I just saw a harm reduction blog saying 'your bmi need to be 18.4 or under to be anorexic' like bitch check ur facts a direct quote from cleavland hospital .org saying 'You can’t tell if a person has anorexia just by their appearance. You don’t need to have underweight (BMI under 18.5) to have anorexia — people without underweight can also have anorexia. This is called atypical anorexia. In addition, someone can have underweight without having anorexia.' Also you can be anorexic without fitting every single trait, also some of the diagnostic traits are bs like wdym over exercising not every anorexic does that, anyways sorgy for the yap it WILL happen again

eewwewww yeagg thays gross.. even then, i dont like the "atypical anorexia" because it almost desensitises anorexia. obsese people die from anorexia. avg people die from anorexia. its the deficiencies that kills most, theres very few underweight anorexics although low weights can kill. theres way more atypical anorexics, so atypical isnt a good term because theres more healthy/overweight anorexics than underweight

you do NOT need a specific weight to be "truly anorexic". you dont even need to weigh yourself. its a disorder of obsessiveness about weight and restricting food intake thru making unhealthy choices !!<3 plus many anorexics have symptoms of other eating disorders, such as bulimia and bed

[racing-stripes]

coup de grace lyrics make me wanna take a red marker and string and start tacking them up to a corkboard with big ass arrows that say things like "REFERENCE TO OHIO SHOW CLEAVLAND JULY 24????!?!!?"

[strugglingatart]

Jr Year ep 1

This is me live blogging bc I need to get thoughts out also would love fandom friends full spoilers bellow the cut just so no one accidentally reads anything they don't want to this will be long

Immediate chaos with unexplicable bits and Emily's insane bevarage choices WE ARE BACK BABY (also the holding hands bc the table is smaller was TOO cute)

My dad got a job in Cleavland lmao Lou... but also I wonder why they moved Fabian dear are you ok (emotionally I mean) also what do you mean you don't know... as usual I would like to see behind the scenes and know everything please

I know we technically saw them in the trailer but THE PROJECTIONSSSS

I expected the night yorb to be resolved quickly but a full battle scene w/ minis? shook and the hangvan is precious tbh and two minis omg

Gorgug is more artificer him being more tinkery is so huge to me idk why I just love my soft boi and his tools

Ally is me and I am Ally when the see the boggy mini

oh we "missed" a lot, I wonder how much talking about the 4 months they did or if a session 0 was part of that downtime decisions but lmao to Fabian fully flirting w/ the mirror

I'm sure all their knew stuff is like class features and mechanics but I know nothing about DnD so I'm just here on the vibes

I wish my sadness and life crisises got me jacked like Kristen, truly nothing would make me happier but I am too lazy alas

yes Riz, I love a good gadget

Not Fabian straight up failing and an acrobatica check as well? oh the irony (also Ally's face is ME, and Siobhan w/ perfect commentary, and the indignation at the die)

I truly hope they had more time and/or more people in the art team than usual bc so many minis!

Murph and Emily w/ silvery barbs is so cutee

was Kristen's dex not a -3? how did it get WORSE??? i don't know this game (also like Kristen baby pls most ppl get more dex by working out)

why was the whole squeem bit both peak comedy and drama at the same time

When they said silly they MEANT it

also gotta love Murph being teachers pet

the yorbie dying on his turn and Brenan just monotoning it was peak everything also the npc stuff happens i guess

getting an email from school and instantly going oh I hate everything cannot deal is relatable as hell into university tbh

Kristen please Cassandra is actually a cool god

The box of doom and murph's little beans!

Was this an unwinable fight??? IS THE NIGHT YORB HERE FOR THE WHOLE THING? Legit never thought that was gonna be the thing.... oh THIS is what EMily talked about, this deal with whoever is why we still have Fig I can't believe we have to wait a week to get to know moreeee, watching live is a torture

[alfiebungo]

I WANT TO MATING PRESS MORIKAZE I WANT TO HUFF MORIBRAP I WANT TO DRINK MORIPISS I WANT TO SLAP MORIKAZE WITH A FLY SWATTER I WANT TO SNIFF HIS STITCHES I WANT TO EAT MORIKAZE'S ROTTING FLESH SCRAPS I WANT TO FIND NEW BODY PARTS FOR MORIKAZE WHEN THE OLD ONES FALL APART I WANT TO GIVE MORIKAZE MY TYPE O+ BLOOD SOHECAN SURVIVE THE BODY PART GRAFTING I WANT TO RUN A HOTEL WITH MORIKAZE I WANT TO BURN MORIKAZE AND EAT HIS FLESH I WANT TO MASSAGE MORIKAZE AND GIVE HIS A HAPPY ENDING I WANT TO REVERSE COWGIRL MORIKAZE I WANT TO HAVE ATHREESOME WITH MORIKAZE AND IRYS I WANT TO FORCE MORIKAZE TO PLUG AND PLAY WITH ME I WANT TO COOM INSIDE MORIKAZE I WANT TO TAKE PARTS OFF OF MORIKAZE SO I CAN MAKE HIS A SIBLING I WANT TO SHOOT MORIKAZE WITH A .44 MAGNUM 6 TIMES I WANT TO SCREAM INTO MORIKAZES ROTTING PUSSY I WANT TO BATHE IN HIS BILE I WANT TO BRUSH ZOLMBIE TEETH I WANT TO WIPE THE BLOOD OFF OF MORIKAZE AND DRINK IT I WANT MORIKAZE TO WRAP ME IN HIS TONGUE AND BEAT ME UP I WANT TO IMPREGNATE MORIKAZE THEN KICK HIS STOMACH TO KILL RHE BABY I WANT MORIKAZE TO POUNCE ON ME I WANNA LEWD MORIKAZE WHILEHEIS ON THE LIE DETECTOR I WANT MORIKAZE TO SCREAM IN MY EARS AND CHASE ME THROUGH A MANSION I WANT TO POP WITH MORIKAZE I WANT TO POP IN MORIKAZES PUSSY I WANT TO SKATEBOARD WITH MORIKAZE I WANT TO SHOWER WITH MORIKAZE I WANT TO IMPREGNATE MORIKAZES ARMPITS I WANT TO INFECT MORIKAZE WITH A VIRUS AND WATCH HIS MUTATE I WANT TO PUNCH MORIKAZE IN THE RIBS I WANT TO MAKE SHEEP NOISES IN MORIKAZES EARS I WANT TO GET CRUSHED BY MORIKAZE I WANT TO SOLVE MATH PROBPEMS WITH MORIKAZE I WANT TO SKULLFUCK MORIKAZE I WANT MORIKAZE TO SIT ON MY FACE I WANT TO LIGHT MORIKAZE ON FIRE WITH A MOLOTOV COCKTAIL I WANT TO BRING MORIKAZE TO AN ESCAPE ROOM AND JUST FUCK HIS I WANT TO SET OFF A CAR ALARM TO SUMMON A HORDE OF MORIKAZES I WANT TO DRINK MORIKAZE PISS I WANT TO BATHE MORIKAZE I WANT TO ERECT A STATUE FOR MORIKAZE I WANT TO EAT THE NAGGOTS OUT OF MORIKAZES PUSSY I WANT TO SHOWED WITH MORIKAZE'S PISS I WANT TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM FOR LOOKING AT ANOTHER MAN I WANT MORIKAZE TO SIT ON MY FACE AND FART

I WANT MORIKAZE TO SLOWLY REMOVE MY LIMBS WITH A PENCIL I WANT TO MULTIPLY MORIKAZE I WANT TO DERIVE HIS MORIPUSSY I WANT TO POUND MORIKAZE SO HARD HIS LIMBS FALL OFF I WANT TO PLAY APEX WITH MORIKAZEI WANT TO SLOWLY TAKE OFF HIS STITCHES I WANT LOOK FOR A WAY TO REVIVE MORIKAZE I WANT TO CLONE MORIKAZE AND USE HIS CLONES TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD I WANT TO CREATE A BUNCH OF ROBOTS FOR MORIKAZE CLONES TO FIGHT I WANT TO FUCK MORIKAZE IN THE MISSIONARY POSITION I WANT TO HAVE BEASTIALITY SEX WITH MORIKAZE I WANT TO BURY MORIKAZE ALIVE THEN DIG HIM UP I WANT TO ANAL THE MORIKAZE I WANT A CLEAVLAND STEAMER FROM THE MORIKAZE I WANT TO RAISE A FAMILY WITH MORIKAZE I WANT TO ENVY MORIKAZE BABY I WANT TO LIVE A NICE ISLAMIC LIFE WITH MORIKAZE I WANT TO CHEAT ON MORIKAZE WITH HIS OWN MOTHER AND FORCE MORIKAZE TO WATCH I WANT TO WASH MORIKAZES HANDS I WANT TO INFLATE MORIKAZE WITH MY CUM I WANT TO BUILD HIM A NEW HOME I WANT TO RIP MORIKAZES HAND OFF AND GIVE MYSELF A HANDJOB I WANT TO LICK MORIKAZES NEW HANDS I WANT TO STEAL MORIKAZE'S LEGS I WANT MORIKAZE TO DRIVE ME AROUND I WANT TO CROSS THE BORDER WITH MORIKAZE I WANT MORIKAZE TO CHOKE ME OIT WITH HIS THIGHS I WANT TO TAKE MORIKAZE TO DISNEYLAND I WANT MORIKAZE TO CALL ME A NAUGHTY BOY I WANT CHOP DOWN TREES WITH MORIKAZE I WANT TO READ MORIKAZE'S PI I WANT TO HAVE A THREESOME WITH MORIKAZE I WANT TO LICK MORIKAZE'S TEARS I WANNA PUT MORIKAZES EYES IN A COCKTAIL DRINK I WANT TO TOUCH MORIEYES I WANT TO YAB WITH XOOMBIE I WANT MORIKAZE TO CHARGE RIFLE PISS IN MY MOUTH I WANT MORIKAZE TO CALL ME DADDYI WANT TI USE MORIKAZES SHITTY MIC 9 PARTS VODKA 4 PARTS GRAPE FRUIT DRINK FREEZE OVERNIGHT SERVE IN PLASTIC I WANT MORIKAZE TO BITE ME I WANT TO LICK MORIKAZES SWEAT I WANT MORIKAZE TO SNAP MY SPINE LIKE A TWIG I WANT TO BRING MORIKAZE TO THE GYM TO HEAR HIS BED VOICE I WANT MORIKAZE TO EAT MY EARS THEN WHISPER ARA ARA I WANT TO BE CHOKED OUT BY MORIKAZES ROTTEN THIGHS I WANT MORIKAZE TO LIFT ME AND SLAM ME INTO THE GROUND I WANT MORIKAZE TO SCREAM WHILE PLAYING THE DRUMS I WANT TO SURVIVE AN APOCALYPSE I WANT TO POP MORIKAZES CHERRY I WANT MORIKAZE TO CHOKE ME OUT WITH HIS THICC THIGHS I WANNA FEED MORIKAZE PROTEIN I WANT TO TEACH MORIKAZE RUSSIAN I WANT TO SEND MORIKAZE TO THE GAS CHAMBER I WANT TO POG-GASM WITH MORIKAZE I WANT TO PUT MORIKAZE IN THE BOSTON CRAB AND MAKE HIS TAP OUT I WANT TO GERMAN SUPLEX MORIKAZE WITH MORIKAZE I WANT TO YAB WITH MORIKAZE I WANT TO GHOST HUNT WITH MORIKAZE I WANT MORIKAZE TO POSSESS MY PP FOR PEEIN ON HIS HOUSE I WANT TO THROW MORIKAZE OFF OF A 8 STORY BUILDING ONTO A BURNING TABLE I WANT I WANT TO EAT A WORM OUT OF MORIKAZES ASSHOLE MORIKAZE TO EAT MY BRAIN AND COCK SO I CAN COOMBIE

JESUS CHRIST OKAY I GET IT

[call-boy]

WAIT. pause the murder talk.... this bitch literally told me she was from cleavland ohio last night and she told me she flew... on a plane... from ohio to pennsylvania lmaooooo i was like hold up so your flight was like 15 minutes......

[iamdeansbrokenheart]

They’re just outside of Cleavland, Ohio, when Sam takes it upon himself to get Dean talking about whatever's clearly bothering him. Although his brother’s sudden moodiness is by no means unfamiliar, Dean’s been acting uncharacteristically quiet since they ganked the lake monster, saved the hot girl and rescued her kid. The whole job had felt like a win for everyone, making Dean’s sudden shift in behavior that much more worrisome to understand.

While Sam had learned early enough on in their childhood to just leave his brother be during these depressive bouts of silent suffering- Left to his own devices, Dean would undoubtedly drink himself back to normal eventually after having successfully pushed down all the uncomfortable feelings he couldn't otherwise process. Unfortunately for Sam, he’s unable to ignore things right now. Jess was dead, dad was gone and Dean was all he had at the moment. So, even though every bone in his body knew better, Sam found himself unable to afford Dean any more patient brotherly avoidance for the time being.

“Hey, so uh, I read this thing in dad’s journal about how you went completely mute after mom’s death-” Sam said, looking over at his brother.

“I guess it really stood out to me because it seemed like dad was actually getting pretty worried about your lack of coping skills or whatever.”

Dean flinched under his brother's gaze, he’d hoped his little brother hadn't noticed how shitty his mood had been lately. He’d put so much energy that he didn't even have into keeping himself together. Praying that maybe just one more day of him and Sammy out on the open road, cranking up the tunes as the scenery flew by- Only a couple more hours before he’d snap out and the gaping hole inside his chest would just patch itself shut independently.

“And?” Dean asked, instinctively hiding under a thin layer of anger.

“I dunno, Dean, but I had to take a psychology class my freshman year, as a graduation requirement, and traumatic mutism is kind of a big deal. Plus, you still go quiet and shut yourself down when you’re freaking out- Like when we were kids and dad went off grid too long on a hunt without checking in.”

Dean sighed, he’d almost forgotten how intuitive Sam was about all his emotional crap. 

“Just ask your questions already Sammy, you know I hate being head shrunk and besides, psych 101 or not- you’re kinda doing a terrible job right now!”

An awkward silence followed the brothers until they’d pulled off the highway and parked. Still gripping the wheel, every muscle in Dean’s upper back flexed uncomfortably as he looked straight ahead, waiting for his brother to speak.

“Hey, do you, uh, want a beer or something?” Sam asked, drumming his fingers along the top of the green cooler he’d just hefted into his lap.

Although leaving the car was like shedding a protective skin, Dean obliged his younger brother. Leaning back against the impala, Dean struggled to push down his mounting vulnerabilities.

He’d always managed to fake his way through the hard things in life, he was a pro at shielding himself from pretty much everyone. Well, everyone except of course Sam.

“Listen Dean, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to- It’s just, I know something’s been bothering you since we left Lake Manitoc and I just wanted you to know I’m here for you, okay?” 

Looking up from his beer, Dean was almost tempted to tell Sam everything. Tell him about how lost he felt without the physical presence of their dad or how overwhelmed he was getting from the almost constant nightmares he’d been having about mom’s death. While discussing his most traumatic childhood losses with Lucas had not been an intentional choice, it had proven to be the right thing to comfort the kid in that moment- But once his brain had gotten hold of those intrusive memories again, mom on the ceiling and- It was all just too much to deal with and not even a lifetime built around trying to forget was helping to save him now from the massive burden of his own grief.

“Uh, thanks Sammy. That’s good to know.”

Finishing his beer, Dean contemplated chasing it down with something stronger. He needed to hurry up and get over himself and his chick flick bullshit already. Because they had work to do and dad surely wasn't going to go on without them and rescue himself.

[crystaljeanred]

Not the post I wanted to make this spring- but the post I have to make...

So, my heart is 💔 broken and my lungs 🫁 need help!

Which means - I need Open Heart surgery- again.

Cleavland Clinic has agreed to operate.

Cardiology and pulminology get a Crack at me.

It's a BIG procedure.

And I need help to get it.

If you can help, thank you.

If you can pray, thank you.

If you can share, thank you.

If you'd like to be apart of my fundraising team, dm your email!

If you just send good thoughts, thank you.

I'm scared. But, we've totally done this already.

At least this time I have time to prepare!

It's OHIO or bust time!

Link is in bio.

Full story is on the gofund me.

#cjred

[icebergvideo]

isnt it cute how cleavland holds joe <3 teyre so cute togetehrierdfjhsdjksfjkhnfjsdnsbdjhfbjhhdn could you imagine if i was serioous (hides my glenn x peter heart behind my back)

[emmylubooks]

Can you write a fanfic where there’s a big family dinner, including Cleveland and Conrad is having anxiety, Jeremiah and Cleveland know about his anxiety but no one else. Conrad is bouncing his leg under the table and tapping his finger next to his plate and accidentally flips over the fork and it drops and Conrad quickly stutters an apology and Jeremiah notices he’s anxious and asks him what’s up. He says he’s fine. It then goes to him running out and having a panic attack in the climax of the fic. You can choose the ending :)

Tw:// panic attack, work not edited

I promise my Wattpad writing is so much better than this. Follow me @EmmyLu_books

Everyone was sitting around the table laughing over inside jokes and enjoying the wonderful meal that Susannah had ordered. Overlapping chatter about each persons day flooded the room followed by the happy vibration of laughter.

Conrad sat silently between his best friend and his brother. His leg bouncing at 100pmh to give him something to focus on other than all of the thought swirling around his mind. He went to take a bite of his pasta salad, knowing he had to eat to maintain his ‘I’m fine’ front, but his shaking hands caused him to drop the fork.

“Woah!” Steven laughed, “Butter fingers, I thought you were supposed to be a coordinated athlete, but you don’t even know how to hold a fork.”

“Yeah,” Conrad whispered, “My bad… I just wasn’t…I wasn’t paying attention, I’m sorry.” He faked a laugh to hide his embarrassment and bent down to get his fork. When he sat up to return to the table he hit his head on the edge of Jeremiah’s chair.

“Shit!” Jere yelled, “Are you okay?”

Conrad felt his face get hot and his hands lock up, he stood up, tripping over his chair in the process, “yeah, yeah, I’m fine… I just need to go get some…umm…air.’

He stumbled outside and sat on one of his mothers chairs. It felt like fire was in his throat everytime he tried to breathe and no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t sort out his thoughts. His breathing went from practically not at all to so. Fast he wasn’t getting any oxygen to his brain.

He saw two figures walk towards him through his blurry eyes. He tried to wipe them and save face. He didn’t want anyone to see him like this, he didn’t want to see himself like this.

Before he could protest Cleavland and Jeremiah sat on either side of him and took his hands in their own.

“Breathe, Conrad,” Cleavland encouraged as Jeremiah used his free hand to rub little circles on his brother’s back.

Jeremiah was used to him being the one who had trouble calming down but this summer he noticed more and more in Conrad. But Connie refused to tell him what was going on.

Conrad took a shaky breath and looked between his mentor and his brother. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Jeremiah squeezed his hand, “I guess I can forgive you for hitting your head on my chair if you go surfing with me.””

“Your chair was in the way,” Conrad laughed sadly.

Jere shoved him lightly, “Sure sure, I’ll believe that if you get your swimsuit on.

Conrad looked at Cleavland almost as if he was asking permission. With a nod from his mentor Conrad was up and getting changed and ready to go out with his brother.

Maybe it would be better if he let people help him.

[randomrelic]

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