#cw n word

[ppfw-out-of-context]

[solarbird]

Republicans – and in particular, Trump – are having their asses handed to them on abortion and IVF. Republicans in the Senate just blocked another bill protecting IVF access, because of course they did; everything I’ve always said about their hatred of and control over women and fertility continues to be absolutely true.

Similarly, being the Party of Plague, their plans to appoint plaguemongers to head the FDA, DHHS, NIH, and CDC won’t play well either. But there are political bills to pay, and they will by the gods pay them, no matter who it kills. It’s the only kind of bill Trump does ever pay.

Y’know what else isn’t playing well? The fact that the MAGA influencers and activists that were being paid by the Russian government damn well knew what was going on, or at very, very least, all their handlers did. Not enough people are paying attention to it, but it’s bad, and only getting worse by the day.

(And I do wish people would stop using “alleged” this this, because for fuck’s sake, here’s Margarita Simonyan, the literal head of Russia Today, talking about how they set up these operations on the way out of the US. This is all freely admitted on Russian domestic television. “Alleged” my shiny metal ass. “Confirmed by the organizers.” How’s that?)

But they, really, really don’t want people talking about any of this shit, or any of the other dozens of things which have gone so horribly wrong for them these last several weeks. They particularly don’t want to talk about Taylor Swift endorsing Harris.

So knowing they’ve got to change the subject and desperate for anything to change the topic, they’ve gone all-in on…

Overt white nationalist racism.

[continue reading]

[nothernghostbat]

hey uh roblox what the fuck is this

the way my jaw DROPPED when I saw that

[onihcinimkcin]

“Rap Hits Home: How Tough-Talking Street Music Raised the Roof and Hit the Heights in ’86″ (Billboard, December 27, 1986)

[disgracedmilfman]

Tfw I realize people I liked on this site were reblogging from actual fash not plausible deniable irony poisoned funneymen

[thekimspoblog]

Baldwin is of course eloquent (I'm definitely stealing that "systems of reality" bit). Buckley starts out civilized then closes his argument by threatening a race war...???

[seiwas]

₊˚⊹｡ 5:55 p.m. | oikawa tooru

wc: 709 summary: oikawa comes home missing a step in the ‘oikawa family routine’.  contains: f!reader, papa!oikawa, baby girl oikawa, use of term ‘baby’, baby/child/kid, being parents, food descriptions, oikawa coming home to his lil family of three!, oikawa aged up to pro. a/n: thought of this lil blurb today and had to get it down !! i love papa oikawa my heart is bursting !!

comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡

Oikawa comes home in the late afternoon.

He takes his shoes off by the genkan, and keeps a hop in his step despite a full day of volleyball; being a setter might be what he does best, but bursting into his house, shouting his usual 'baby, i'm home!' might just be what he loves the most.

And he's about to do it, as he steps into the hallway, gym bag on his shoulder and mouth open pre-yell, but he stops, because—

—there peering up at him is his little girl, greeting him with an index finger to her lips as if to say: 'shhh, papa, be quiet ...'.

When he looks further behind her, to the couch, he sees you, fast asleep with your right arm folded to cushion your head, and the other hanging over the edge.

"Mama sleep," she whispers, almost giggling, and he thinks the saying could never be more true; her laugh is infectious (or maybe just to her papa)—he'd never be immune.

Oikawa's eyes widen and he mouths an 'oh' as he lets down his gym bag quietly. He crouches low, coming eye-to-eye with his mini-me, the splitting image of him except for her smile—which is yours, undoubtedly.

He stretches his arms out, welcoming her in, and she rushes to him, giggling, her brown curls bouncing with each step closer to him.

This is the Oikawa family routine: when papa arrives home, he gets 3 kisses, one on each cheek and the last one on his nose. Then, he lifts his little girl up, supports her with one arm while he kisses you and pulls you close.

This time, the routine isn't quite as complete but he still has his little girl on his arm, perched by his hip kissing his cheek. Her little hands grab on to his face to place the final kiss to his nose and he scrunches it, joking with her, a remix of his favorite tune as she giggles some more.

"Did my baby sleep too?" he whispers, feet light as he makes his way to the kitchen, past you.

His little girl nods, "Small only." and he thinks it's so cute, that she's the smartest girl in the world for knowing what to say—even though he knows 'small' isn't exactly the right word to describe it.

He lets her down on the kitchen counter before opening the fridge to check what's available: chicken and a few vegetables. Then, he gathers what he needs and places them on the table.

"Should we make dinner for mama?" he asks, a glint in his eyes that can only mean one thing. 

His little girl perks up, brown eyes widening and gleaming just the same, a perfect reflection of his as she nods and says, "Egg!"

He laughs, volume restrained, but he kisses her forehead and replies, "Okay, egg for mama it is."

By the end of it, there's an empty carton (or two) of eggs he's used (failed attempts to make Omurice until its decent, but still half as good as what you always do). His little girl sprinkles the last few bits of green onion before you round the corner just in time, eyes slightly puffed and his love right there, laced in your sleepy smile.

"Mama!" his (your) little girl shouts, making grabby hands at her papa to let her down.

You shake your head and laugh, smiling just like your little girl as you drag your feet nearer. The food is resting on the counter as Oikawa picks her up, keeping her perched on his hip as he walks towards you.

It’s a warm, fuzzy feeling sitting in his stomach that's been there for a while, even before you two became three, that's reminding him of how good his life is, coming home to you, sleep lines and all running across your cheek.

When you meet in the middle of your kitchen, you don't forget the Oikawa family routine, tiptoeing up to kiss him as he pulls you closer, your little girl squished in-between.

"I'm home, baby." he whispers, nose-to-nose, just as you let his lips go, and you laugh, his favorite tune, the original, before your baby girl made it her own.

"Welcome home."

comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡

[medicalunprofessional]

[sinnabee]

no simping in the daycare (at least not on the clock)

[cosmobrain00]

going back to my old ways

[withered--s0uls]

"It was not your fault"

Hello! Take this as a teaser for the @md-fanzine! This piece, along two other drawings of mine, as well as many other artists art will be included in it!

Please take a look at the zine once it releases <3 and be sure to support the other artists who participate in it!

🔗 My Carrd ☕Ko-Fi❤️

[luck-of-the-drawings]

OOOH BABY THIS ONE WAS A LONG TIME COMING. NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE!!

YOU THOUGHT IT WAS A DAY LIKE ANY OTHER. A DAY OF ADVENTURE WITH YOUR CLOSEST FRIENDS. OH HOW TIGHTLY YOU HOLD THEM TO YOUR CHEST, AND OH HOW TERRIFYING IT IS TO WATCH THEM GET EVISCERATED BY SOMETHING YOU DONT UNDERSTAND. MAYBE IF YOU JUST LISTENED A BIT MORE, IF YOU LET THE SMART ONE LEAD THE CHARGE, THIS WOULDNT HAVE HAPPENED. ONCE AGAIN YOUR IMPULSIVENESS LEADS TO DISASTER. HEAR ME NOW, YOUNG TIDESTRIDER, YOUR STUPIDITY WILL BRING THE DEMISE OF EVERYTHING YOU WERE BORN AND FORGED TO PROTECT. HOW COULD THE PROPHECY HAVE CHOSEN SOMEONE SO USELESS? I BET YOU WISH YOU CHOSE THE RIGHT LEVER. FAILURE.

[employee052]

turns out a brief moment of feeling ok doesnt mean im done grieving

anywho, heres a vent doodle with a pose i saw online, might not reblog the road trip thread posts for a bit (i feel bad for not being able to participate in my own trend but as long as people enjoyed it then i dont mind all too much)

i dont wanna call it a break bc i cant help but be on tumblr, but things might go quiet in terms of art or me talking.

hope yall are doin well today/tonight/timezone n ill see yall when i see you :3

[lichen-soup-scribe]

I get nervous when I get my blood drawn, so this time I decided to brainstorm some affirmations with the phlebotomist, as a bit. I came up with the following:

"I am so full of blood"

and

"Draculas love me"

then the needle went in and I woke up on the floor

[dkettchen]

[aeonophagic]

dialogue courtesy of my good friend