#from laughter and fear

[kits-ships]

almost submitted this photo of four as my id photo for work <3

[unpersoniverse]

Skén:nen sá:sewh

as promised, here's Precious boy™ getting kissed by Precious wife™ because he deserves all the love in the world :cc

translation: Get home safe

[vaggieslefteye]

Angel, can I see you in your dressing room for a moment?

[st4r-t3ars]

Fox Kits - a contraband corrie card game

(shh don’t tell the commanders)

[worstloki]

MCU shouldn’t have gone with a ‘you’re stronger than you realized’ type plot for Loki that’s rubbish instead they should have gone for the ‘yeah no sorry I don’t know what I’m capable of you may wonder why but it’s because I’ve been exhausted this whole time yeah just not functioning right between the sleep issues the torture and the making sure Thor stays alive and that last ones been going on for a long time now’

[wolfeyedwitch]

When it's 3 years after the fact and you realize that you accidentally helped a friend name a character Tim Drake.

*facepalm*

To be fair, it's a nickname? But still. When my friend went "hey what should my character Septimus's last name be?"

I said "Drake," because fantasy setting, and it sounds cool, and why not.

It wasn't until later that we got into the whole "Septimus is kind of a mouthful, what would people actually call him?"

And that's when Tim came up as a nickname.

And I put NONE OF THIS ALL TOGETHER until just recently when reading Batfam fics because that's the rabbit hole my current fandom fixation went down via crossover introductions a la dpxdc.

I think I need to go hide in shame now.

[ayyponine]

not to be a milennial but harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban really is that bitch....

[chibibunygrl]

jimin trying to play it off like he didn’t get tag teamed because he got embarrassed is the cutest thing i’ve ever seen (つ≧▽≦)つ

[thegreenleavesofspring]

.

So I discovered today, by virtue of our electric unceremoniously cutting off, that my husband has not paid the utility bill in - guessing from the amount owed - three or four months, without informing me or transferring it to my name.

In an example of truly Providential timing, I got paid today and had just enough to cover the arrears. Because he had not paid it and did not live here, they permitted me to close his account and open it in my own name if I paid his outstanding balance.

The rest of my bills are paid and we do not stand in dire need of anything that we must get before I next get paid. I am inconvenienced and annoyed and I'll admit, it was a rough couple of hours earlier, but overall -

I see God's fingerprints all over this.

You see, (I think I've mentioned this before,) I had prayed quite desperately, back in 2021, for liberation from my husband. Complete liberation. I was raised in the school of thought that said divorce was only for infidelity and anything else, including abuse, was a sin. But I was so desperate to be free, I was so unceasingly miserable and afraid.

This year has been quite hard in many ways. I have faced down plenty of challenges, financial and logistical and otherwise.

I do not relish a new bill to have to pay.

And yet.

Is this not the freedom and deliverance I have prayed for? Is God not giving me more control over my own life, freeing me from Dallas? I am no longer dependent on his mercy for my income. For my children's necessities. For internet and phone service. Now for utilities.

Every single time God has cut a tie holding me to my husband, the boat has rocked. I have freaked out (more or less, depending.) And yet - and yet - we have not capsized. He has held us in the palm of His hand. He has borne us through the storm.

How can I but trust Him?

[mimocrocodilelol]

Unfinished doodles, am I right?-

[bonesandpoemsandflowers]

me, clawing my way up your pant leg like a cat: you SEE. the history of the circus and the history of pole dancing are ONE AND THE SAME. you cannot honestly separate pole from stripping and strippers, but you also can't honestly take the circus out. the contemporary class divide between "aerial arts" and pole dance is an echo of an earlier time, of star / soloist vs troupe, of air acts vs sexual titillation + customer service, of playbill vs word of mouth. get down on the ground and you're close to the freak tent, baby. climb back towards the sky and--

you, swatting me with a frying pan: how the FUCK did you get into my house

me, clinging harder, foaming at the mouth: close to the ground and the CLOWNS vs the sky and the stars and HEAVEN--

[iteration-penumbra]

this planet CONSTANTLY had frigates flying overhead, destination score 3/10, very toxic and the noise pollution is unreal :/

Nice triple star system though, it gets a few points for that.

[tedthetalk]

Antagonist exists as a lot of things, a shadow on the narrative, the rot in the foundation of the industry, someone to have done it first and give a path to follow — but the most visceral truth of him is the living bleeding proof of what mecha do to a person, and what happens when the iron control it forces on pilots on pain of death either snaps or is willingly tossed aside

[ifriqiyyah]

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[ashraffamilynew]

Please help secure a future for an entire family - me, Ashraf, my wife Ghadeer, and our lovely innocent son Yamen 👶💙

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Please bring us back to life without war, destruction, genocide or killing because this is what fills our memories after we forget what a life full of hope is like ‼️

I'm Ashraf from the war-torn Gaza. I've lived an entire life under siege in Gaza, facing relentless military actions and life-threatening conditions daily. In October 2023, the conflict escalated drastically, devastating my newly built house, my neighborhood,my workplace, and jeopardizing the lives of my family.

My wife, Ghadeer @ghadeerarqan , and I live in Gaza with our baby son Yamen. My wife gave birth to Yamen during the war, and it is all he has ever known. Yamen has spent the tenth months of his young life without a stable home, surviving a genocide.

I mourn the loss of our safe haven, but more urgently, I need to secure a future for my family away from the constant threat of bombings that have become our grim reality.

Meet Yamane, our precious tenth-months-old. Who was born during this war, We aspire to provide him with opportunities that surpass our own experiences, fostering a future filled with joy and prosperity.

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Yamen... he's only a baby. He doesn't understand the fear that grips us, the darkness that engulfs our lives. He just smiles, his eyes bright with innocent wonder, oblivious to the terror that surrounds him. He reaches for me with tiny hands, his laughter a fragile melody in this symphony of destruction. 💔

can we shield him from the reality of this war ⁉️can we keep him safe ⁉️

Your generosity is a beacon of hope for my family, especially for my little baby boy Yaman👶🩷, who deserves a future free from fear and filled with opportunity.

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[furuu]

∘ ◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ You had been hired like the others—one of many women brought into Sukuna’s domain with the sole purpose of sitting on his lap while he reigned from his throne. It was a simple job: to run your hands softly over his skin, murmur praise, and worship the King of Curses with sweet words and gentle touches, making him feel like the god he believed himself to be.

It was supposed to be just that. You were there to flatter him, nothing more. Your touch was practiced, your words rehearsed. But today, as you sat between his large thighs, your hands tracing the sharp angles of his jaw, something slipped out—something that wasn’t meant to.

“I love you,” you whispered.

Your breath caught as you realized what you had said, horror and embarrassment flooding your senses. It was a mistake, an accident. You weren’t supposed to say that. Your heart raced, and you braced yourself for his anger, for the cruel laughter that was sure to follow.

But instead, Sukuna let out a deep, rumbling purr, his entire body vibrating with satisfaction. His lower eyes narrowed as a dangerous smile spread across his lips, and he leaned forward, his large hand gripping your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Say it again,” he ordered, his voice a low, velvety command that left no room for hesitation.

You froze, caught between your fear and the intensity of his demand. “I… I love you, Sukuna,” you managed, your voice barely above a whisper.

His growl deepened, reverberating through the air, and his smile widened. The approval in his gaze was unmistakable, and to your surprise, his body seemed to relax, his muscles loosening as if your words had a calming effect on him. The air around you felt heavier, charged with something unspoken, and his eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction.

“Again,” he murmured, the command sharper this time, more insistent.

Your heart pounded in your chest, but you complied, your voice growing steadier. “I love you.”

Another rumble of pleasure escaped Sukuna, his growls and purrs filling the space around you, echoing through his vast domain. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of hearing it, as if those three words were more valuable to him than any amount of praise he’d received before. And that’s when you realized: none of the others had ever touched him like this. None of them had been allowed to.

You were the only one.

Out of all the women brought to sit on his lap, to worship him with words and praise, you were the only one who had the privilege of touching him—of making him purr, of bringing him this kind of pleasure. Something about you stirred something deep inside him, something he hadn’t expected.

He had never been loved before.

And now, with those words slipping past your lips, something within him awoke—a hunger, a need to hear it again and again. It was more than just your touch or your gentle words. It was the way you said it, the way your voice caressed those three simple words, filling a void inside him that no one else had ever reached.

“Again.” He growled, pulling you closer, his large hands tightening their grip as if you might disappear if he let go. His purrs grew louder, reverberating through his chest and into you, his pleasure palpable with every repetition.

You obeyed, whispering it once more. And with each “I love you,” he held you tighter, his growls of satisfaction echoing through the hall. He wasn’t going to let you go. Not now. Not ever.

You had become the only one he needed—the only one who could fill the emptiness he didn’t even know he had.