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[belobogindustries]

TSUKISHIRO YANAGI 99+ To-Dos

[uncanny-tranny]

Honestly, the "gay voice" and the "tranny voice" are both so fucking beautiful and stunning. Frankly, those are the voices I would rather hear than somebody who is complaining about the way queer people exist and speak. Those voices are what I want to hear serenaded to me, to hear express joy and pain and love, and hear exist. Those are the voices that are most gorgeous.

[jacksprostate]

Have you ever wanted to read fight club. Did you know a lot of the copies floating around on the internet are kind of fucked up. Did you know I just spent two days fixing it. Did you know you can make a copy of this file and have it for yourself. And share it with others. You should read fight club

[bizarrescribblez]

i went to go eat the other day and was thinking about frank the whole time and was like ‘i think he would be entranced by women who love to eat/he’s got a thing for chubby girls’ óuò .. maybe thats just me being me..

[truths33k3r4]

The Mutation Situation Comic Dub Part 11

PART 11 of the Mutation Situation Comic Dub is UP!!! :)

Guys- it’s getting so exciting- I’m only 19 subscribers away from reaching 2k!!!! AHHHHHH!!!! I better start preparing for that special video!!

Anyways~ :) All credit for the art and comic goes to @indieyuugure, while I lent my voice for the dubbing and theme song in A Cappella. :) Music and Sound Effects are by Epidemic Sound!

To God be the glory!

~ Melissa

[nocternalrandomness]

Section Take Off - Luke AFB, Arizona

[writeouswriter]

Girl, help, the book authors are trying too hard to be "hip" with the fleeting "teen lingo" and trends again, immediately dating their works before they're even released

[ieidolon]

now that i'm playing dragon age: veilguard i understand hbomberguy so much better. think i could probably do a 3.5 hours long video called "dragon age: the veilguard is FINE and here's why"

[celestial--sapphic]

5th January, 1892

"I think that would be cheating, Pops. If I am honest.” Evelyn has to admit, giving a sideways look to her girlfriend who is half-stooping next to her in front of Professor Ronen's elaborate collection of butterflies. 

The Hufflepuff's gaze is focused specifically on one of the winged insects in the tallest glass chamber which sports a mix of vivid colours; rusted red hues on the main part of its delicate, paperthin wings, with black, soft daffodil yellow and an iridescent blue tingeing the edges with spots like blurred ink on wet parchment. Evelyn was never quite sure if the butterflies in question were still alive and enchanted to live inside the glass chambers indefinitely or if they are taxidermy charmed to flutter their wings at regular intervals through some exceptional reanimation spell. The Slytherin is equally never sure which version she prefers. 

"Cheating?" Poppy asks curiously, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear and tilting her head up slightly to look up at Evelyn from underneath those thick, long lashes that Evelyn never fails to find impossibly attractive. 

"Yes, well doesn't the book expect you to find them out and about in the real world?" Evelyn replies, gesturing absently in the direction of the butterflies and beyond.  

The book, in question, is a one of a set of three spotter guides she bought from Tomes and Scrolls for Poppy as a Christmas present; The Observer’s Guide to British Butterflies, The Observer’s Guide to British Flowers and Observer’s Guide to British Birds. The Hufflepuff absolutely loved them (nearly knocking Evelyn’s glass of mulled cider out of her hand when she pulled her into a hug after unwrapping them) and immediately got to work excitedly filling them in. It was less than three weeks since Christmas and she had already cheerfully ticked off a number of native Scottish birds and hardy flora that can survive the weather, like snowdrops and hellebores. However, given the unforgiving, biting winter weather in the Highlands Poppy had made limited (see: non-existent) progress on the butterflies edition, to her disappointment.   

Poppy hums. “I suppose you are right, it wouldn’t be completely honest. Truly, I would prefer to see the peacock butterfly in real life anyway. They must look so beautiful when they fly freely, imagine the colours…” She trails off, her gaze drifting back to the glass chambers and the regular beating of coloured wings. 

“I would hazard there are a fair few people who get frustrated with the rare ones and just end up going to the Natural History Museum to tick them off,” Evelyn muses, stepping closer into Poppy’s bubble of space, to look closer herself at the butterfly which had Poppy so enraptured. 

"The what?" 

“Natural History Museum.” Evelyn repeats, assuming Poppy hadn’t heard her. 

“The what, sorry?” Poppy asks again.  

“The Natural History Museum, in Kensington, in London?” 

Poppy turns her attention back to the taller girl and gives Evelyn a completely blank look and a small shake of her head.

“Is that… muggle?” The Hufflepuff asks curiously. Poppy having grown up completely in the wizarding world and Evelyn in the muggle world they had found plenty of things in the course of their relationship that one or the other didn’t know about. Poppy telling Evelyn she had never used the London Underground being one example that always springs to mind.    

“You've... you've never been to the Natural History Museum?" Evelyn couldn’t believe it. How had Poppy Sweeting not been to the Natural History Museum? Regardless if it was a muggle institution, she would have bet a Galleon the Hufflepuff's gran would have taken the her at some point, given their joint love of the natural world, magical and otherwise. 

Evelyn knew, at that moment, exactly what they were doing for Poppy’s 17th birthday next month.

[ohtobeleah]

I know you’re taking a break so please no pressure but I was just curious about the first time Hangman sees Brawler fight?

Oh anything for our Brawler Baby. 🥹

The first time Jake ever sees you hit someone he feels like he’s just been teleported into some kind of parallel universe. 

He’d been told you had a temper that went zero the death row rather quickly. Bob had warned him not to fuck with you all that much because the likelyhood of you costing him a pretty penny for a nose reconstruction had the same probability as Bradley Bradshaw wearing an open button hawaiian shirt to any event ever. 

But now he’s witnessing it, you’re playing a friendly game of pool with Hangman, Coyote and Bob. You’d been carrying the team all game because Bob was fucking useless and couldtnt play for shit. Jake thought it was quite endearing watching you show Bob how to line up your targets and all the different ways to hold the cue. 

“Come on darlin, let the men play, they don't need any more distractions.” You had been the only one not in uniform. It had been your one day off this week and like fuck were you gonna show up to the Hard Deck in your tans. 

“Don't take the bait Brawler, he’s just messin’ with you.” Bob mumbles, his southern drawl a little thicker than usually. It wasn't often that Bob really needed to come to your defence, he knew you could hold your own, but still –you were his sister, and he hated when people messed with you. 

The guy doesnt stop heckling you though and Jake is starting to witness first hand exactly why everyone calls your Brawler. When Jake of all people takes a shot and fumbles it, it gives the man the chance to blame you and your mum jeans for it. 

“Told you sugar, this ain't no place for an ass like that.” That comment alone is what sends you over the edge, biting your bottom lip as you uncross your arms from across your chest and take a few steps in the guy's direction as he sits with his buddies not far from the pool table. 

Jake is gripping at your bicep, pulling you back. 

“Down girl–” Is all he says before yours looking into his eyes for a moment, the emerald green seas staring back at you like you fucking hung every star in the night sky just for him. You weren't too sure how long you got lost in Jake's eyes for, but when you shake the sense back into yourself, your pulling your arm from his grip. 

“I gotta walk away, if I don't walk away I'm gonna fucking hit him.” You’re balling your fits at your side in frustration as Jake nods, agreeing that you should take a walk. Cool off. 

“I'll come with, c’mon, i'll buy you another beer?” Jake thinks he has you on the hook for a minute, and really he did. But as soon as you turn on your heels and Jake has his arms slung over your shoulder? The man who'd been giving you shit sees one final moment to strike. 

“Ah, I see we got ourselves a Badge Bunny boys.” He’s smearing with his buddies as he takes a sip of his beer. “Come on darlin, don't go all quiet on me now, tell you what?” Jake can feel your skin boiling under his touch and when you stop walking, he knows you’ve committed. “I'm sure blondie here is just overcompensating for something rather….small.” He's wiggling his pinky and that makes him and all his buddies laugh. Jake bites his tongue, not wanting to cause a scene as you turn around. 

“Listen guys–” Jake tried to start but you beat him to it. 

“You know what? What the hell–” Bob turns at just the right moment to see that Rooster is hitting number eleven on the jukebox. Joey Valence & Base Punk Tactics comes blaring through the speakers as you make your way over to the guy who's been giving you a hard time. 

Before Jake can even register what's happening, you’re fully standing between the man's legs, his hands are on the small of your back and just as he thinks you're about to go in for a kiss? You're pulling your head back and slamming your forehead between the man's eyes, breaking his nose just from the sheer force alone. 

“You wanna fucking talk shit?” You ask as he’s doubling over, blood dripping from his nose as he groans and all his buddies stay seated, stunned into pure silence. “I'll give you something to talk about.” Il only takes one right hook to have your fist throbbing, But you hold your own as the man swings at you, connecting his fist with your jaw. You stubble back and Jakes eyes go wide because what fucking guy hits a woman? 

“HEY!” He’s hissing, taking a few steps towards you before Bob is pulling him back. Jake just turns with frowned brows because why on gods green earth would anyone let this play out. 

“Don't get involved, Brawler would rather go down in a pool of blood than have someone step in to defend her in a fight she started.” Bob explained as Jake watched you tackle the guy to the ground, straddling his waist as you threw a few heavy blows against his face. “She wouldn't throw the first punch if she couldn't handle it.” 

“You say this like you've seen this happen before?” Jake asked as he watches Bradley pull you off the guy, the only person you ever let pull you from a fight. He catches your fist as you go to swing at him in a blind red rage, having taken a few in the past. 

“Far too many times to count.” Bob sighs as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. Jake thinks he's in love the second he sees you spit blood from your mouth, watching the colour of your knuckles turn a busted mirage of dark purples from the busted capillaries. 

“So, about that beer?” You ask coyly. Jake just nods, not knowing what to fucking say as he walks with you to the bar. Bradley just stands with Bob, watching as Jake pulls you into his side by your waist. 

“Oh fucking hell not Hangman.” Rooster groans as Bob chuckles to himself, still holding the pool cue as the guy is dragged out of the bar unconscious by his buddies. Serves him right. 

“She told me two days ago in a drunken slur that she thought he had a cute butt.”

[atopvisenyashill]

i’m not engaging in discourse about discourse i refuse to engage in discourse about discourse engaging in discourse about discourse is the mind killer

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Looking for Love in All the Haunted Places

contemporary romance with a light paranormal mystery

follows a woman with ESP who gets onto a reality tv show where she has to stay in a mysterious house and document her stay - and every previous occupant has only lasted three days - and she’s determined to figure out what’s going on and get her abilities taken seriously

she’s quickly drawn to a man working on the show, and they begin a relationship - and she gets caught between him (and his cute 10yo daughter) and the house and her career goals

Black ace MC

[skeletalheartattack]

the skull

The Skull

happy pride everybody

[dreamofstarlight]

Newborn John F Kennedy Jr is brought to his Georgetown home for the first time - December 1960

[bizarrescribblez]

Hello everypony welcome to my dbd tier list regarding me in dbd and if i forgot anyone its cuz doing this on my phone sucked balls so i did everyone who seemed important + killers for funny sections SO IF I FORGOT ANYONE/DIDNT RECOGNIZE ANYONE IM SORRY 😞

[sotogalmo]

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Catman Daan, you're welcome