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[secondspast12]

Gun girls 07

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[robinpics]

Christelle in red in H3

[ss396chevelle1968]

GMC Hummer

[girlsofgmc]

Tera Patrick

[vintage-tigre]

[laurelroadpoetry]

A day in the city🌊

[alphadogaz]

If you always wanted a Hummer to take off-road or just look cool on your next road trip like us, but $100,000 pricetag made you sad, you can win it here now:

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

When I take a familiar I take them for the long term.

[autisticmudkip]

Once, Amal Ashour @amalashuor lived happy life with her family. Amal had a home to live in with her husband and her baby daughter Maryam. She was studying to get a master's degree in the French language.

However, Amal and her husband and daughter were forced to flee their home when the war in Gaza began. Amal's daughter, Maryam, is only a toddler, but instead of being able to play and explore the world, she is forced to grow up during a genocide.

Amal started her fundraiser with the goal of evacuating. However, with the crossing closed, and necessities like food and shelter being extremely expensive, she has been forced to use these funds just to keep herself and her family alive.

As well as this, instead of just focusing on her own wellbeing, she has drawn attention to the campaign of her friends and family. She has also chosen to use the funds of her own campaign to support over 20 extended family members, rather than just herself, her husband and daughter.

Amal shouldn't have to do anything to earn your support (no one living through a genocide should have to earn it.) But if you want some reason to help her, Amal and her family are more than worthy of your aid. Amal is a very intelligent and kind woman. She has worked to bring attention to the campaigns of others, not just her own. She knows several different languages, and she has even written thoughtful and insightful posts in English on Palestinian liberation.

Recently, donations have slowed down Amal, but she still needs your help to feed and care for her family! This fund supports 20 people, all of whom need things like food and shelter from the increasingly cold weather. Please, support Amal however you can. Share and donate, do whatever you can to help!

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[eyedi]

i should have gotten club renaissance tickets so i could mentally shut down right in the middle of thique and fuck up the mood for everyone in a 20 foot radius including beyoncé

[diorstarr]

no one understands thique like me

[robinpics]

In the wilderness

[girlsofgmc]

Denisse Gomez

[specss00]

ALTERHUMAN SLANG DICTIONARY

MAMMALIAN

Got on my back paws - got on my hands and knees. Like how animals can stand up as a trick.

ex: yeah, i really wanted that necklace, i had to get on my back legs so she would get it for me.

Showing fang - standing up for yourself/being assertive. 

ex:  he’s really tough, and he’ll show fang at just about anything.

White eye - going crazy/really scared. Like how animals show the whites of their eyes when very agitated.

ex: haha, i saw how scared you were during that movie, you went all white eye at the end!

Howling at the sun[wolf/werewolf] doing something completely ridiculously/incorrect

Ex: dude did you see how that movie ended? Mc was really howling at the sun

Could hear someone purring[cat, any other purring animal]  noticeably becoming relaxed around someone/something

Ex: I saw you with your new plush yesterday, I could really hear you purring

Treetop chaser - (herbivorous) someone who chases unattainable things.

ex: they’re way out of your league, don’t be a treetop chaser

Bellycrawler - someone overly submissive.

ex - you have to stand up for yourself, don’t be a bellycrawler and let them take advantage of you.

Downy - young, referring to the soft fur of young animals. 

ex - she shouldn’t be out til midnight, she’s still downy!

Sit on your wag - means the same thing as swallow your smile.

ex - i got accepted into college, but my sister wasn’t, so i had to sit on my wag.

Go for the ruff - do something harmless/gently.

ex - the shirt was really ugly, but i went for the ruff so i didn’t hurt his feelings.

Flea - an insult meaning antikin, or a bigot in general.

ex - oh, you have him in your class? Be careful, he’s a total flea.

AQUATIC

Riptide Rider - (aquatic) someone who lives dangerously.

ex: stay away from her, she’s a riptide rider, you’re bound to get hurt.

Current crazy - someone who just follows other people, same as flock brain

ex: my brother joined the football team, and now he’s all current crazy.

Bottomfeeder - an insult for a low-class being.

ex - the boys at my school are such bottomfeeders, they make all the girls uncomfortable.

Floater - an insult for a superior or snobby person.

ex - ugh, they’re such a floater. They brag about their promotions ALL THE TIME.

Seen the whale fall - someone who is very experienced, now become a word for old among younger aquatics.

ex - my gramps has really seen the whale fall, he’s almost 95!

Play remora - like devil’s advocate, because remoras stick close to sharks.

ex - i don’t wanna play remora about this, but i think he was lying.

AVIAN

Flock brain - (avian) someone who can’t think for themselves. 

ex: ugh, she’s only hanging out with them now, she’s being a total flock brain.

A hummer with an eagle - (avian) someone who is clearly out of their depth.

ex: are you sure you can handle advanced classes? No offense, but you’ll be a hummer with the eagles.

Mantling over [smth] - [avian] being possessive, traditionally over food items 

Ex : Sarah is really mantling over that burger menu, I tried to take a fry and she almost bit my head off...

All preened up - [avian] well dressed, well groomed, the state of satisfaction and confidence that comes with A Good Look

Ex : Wow, Eric was all preened up this evening. I don't think I've ever saw him take this many selfies. 

And just for fun...

Going for the rattler - [roadrunner] choosing the hard or dangerous option, with expectation of either great fun or a great reward

Ex : "Huh, this park offers either a canyoning session over rapids or a day in the sun near the lake" "well I'm definitely going for the rattler" 

flare(s) my wings - (avian) makes me tense/nervous/angry 

"i don't like him, he always makes me flare my wings" 

makes my wings flutter - (avian) makes me happy/excited

"pasta always makes my wings flutter"

im pretty sure "ruffles my feathers" is a preexisting one

messy wings (with no time to preen) - (avian) having a bad day/stressed (and haven't had time to cool down)

"yeah today my wings are so messy and i haven't had time to preen"

Having a blood feather - [avian] being particularly irritable 

ex : Don't bother with this guy, he's been having a severe case of blood feathers. He'll jump at you for anything.

Riding the updraft - [flying creature] taking advantage of good opportunities, being lucky in life, having an easy time.

ex : I've been really riding the updraft recently ! Got both a promotion and a new car! 

Beak agape - [avian] furious, about to throw down.

ex : Jesus, this dude really left me beak agape. The audacity to say that !

Feeling clipped - [avian] feeling restless and anxious, like there's no way out

ex : Honestly these last few weeks have left me feeling clipped, between the news, and being dropped from my job. 

REPTILIAN

Makes my scales itch - (draconic) said about something unsettling or that just feels wrong deep down, a gut feeling that something's wrong

ex: We should get out of here. This place is making my scales itch.

Blow fire - (draconic) be extremely angry about something

ex: Did you hear what went down the other day? John was really blowing fire at Derek over that one.

Rattle someone's scales - (draconic) to unsettle or upset someone

ex: Can't stand that guy, he really rattles my scales. 

Cloudy day - (reptilian) usually used as a question, if someone is acting tired or unusual. Like how reptiles need the sun to stay warm, if it’s cloudy, they can’t warm up.

ex: woah, cloudy day? You look like you haven’t slept in months.

[poisonlove]

The Addams curse³

Pairing: wednesday Addams X reader

A/n: this sucks!

Wednesday walked slowly toward her room, the desire to consult Nathaniel Faulkner's diary fresh in her mind. After the tumultuous ball at Raven'N, the attack on Eugene and her surprising visit from Uncle Fester, she had finally found the answer she was looking for: Hyde. The creature that had harmed her friend Hummer Eugene was indeed a Hyde.

Now she was determined to learn more and stop this threat.

“So... Cara Mia?” a mocking voice echoed behind her filled with an irony that was now all too familiar.

Wednesday stopped abruptly, shutting her eyes tightly to hold back the warmth that threatened to color her cheeks. She couldn't forget the moment they had shared after activating the curse, nor the confession she had made to Y/n in the library the following day. But now she couldn't let those thoughts distract her; Eugene was in the hospital and a revenge plot was to be planned.

She turned, striding decisively toward Y/n, her back straight and the dark heart pulsing wildly at the sight of Y/n’s eyes.

“I already explained it to you the other day,” she replied in her monotone voice, though the tension in the air was palpable.

“I know... but it’s so absurd,” Y/n murmured, her cheeks flushed as her eyes analyzed Wednesday from head to toe. The scent of Y/n had become almost unbearable for Addams; she couldn’t ignore this damn connection.

Wednesday placed a cold, firm hand on Y/n’s shoulder.

“It’s not hard to understand that you are the object of my curse,” she whispered, her deep gaze shimmering with dark amusement.

“I know,” Y/n admitted, her voice a breathless whisper full of resignation.

“So... if I were to reject you, would you be doomed to suffer for all eternity?” Y/n asked, her voice trembling, betraying palpable nervousness.

Wednesday nodded, her gaze now intense full of a ferocity that seemed to penetrate Y/n's soul.

“It would be my desire: to live a life of suffering,” she declared with a seriousness that made the air thick and charged.

Y/n wrapped her hands around Wednesday’s waist, a jolt of energy coursing through both of them like lightning. Y/n’s fingers gripped tightly at the goth girl’s hips, pulling her close with a force that made Wednesday’s heart race. She looked up, their eyes locking with intensity.

Her soul bound to Y/n’s by the Addams curse vibrated with a frenzy she had never felt before.

“For your misfortune, I like you,” Y/n whispered, her voice low and seductive as her face moved ever closer to Wednesday’s. Their noses brushed and the goth girl felt a wave of heat wash over her. The pounding of her heart echoed in her ears, a frantic rhythm speaking of desire and an attraction that was impossible to deny.

“It doesn’t work like that... My soul is bound to yours for eternity,” Wednesday mumbled, her voice trembling as her fingers moved along Y/n’s shoulders, gently gripping her neck. The other hand rests on one of her cheeks, a perfectly manicured black-polished nail scratching the skin.

Every touch felt like a spell, infusing life into every fiber of her being.

In that moment the boundary between them dissolved and Wednesday felt herself swept away by an uncontrollable impulse. The curse was not merely a sentence; it was an obsession, a burning desire to possess Y/n completely. With a decisive move, she leaned in, their lips meeting in a deep and voracious kiss charged with passion and intensity that seemed to border on the obscene.

It was an explosion of sensations: the warmth of their bodies, the intoxicating scent of Y/n enveloping her senses and the weight of the moment felt charged with palpable energy. The kiss was a hymn to life, a gesture of rebellion against the fate that bound them. Y/n’s lips were a fire consuming her, their sweet and salty taste an irresistible mix.

Wednesday felt the outside world fade away in replaced by a sea of overwhelming emotions. Every second of that kiss amplified her obsession, the desire to possess Y/n and to be possessed, to connect completely so that no force in the world could separate them.

When they finally broke apart their breathless gasps filled the air and neither could ignore the echo of the curse that bound them. Wednesday knew that nothing would ever be the same; their story was only beginning and the power of the Addams curse would amplify every moment of that bond, turning their passion into something unbreakable.

“We should do this more often,” Y/n murmured breathlessly, a smile plastered on her lips.

Wednesday gripped Y/n’s uniform collar tightly. “Oh, Cara Mia... we are destined to do this for eternity. We have all the time in the world and there’s nothing more delightful than sinking into the abyss of our obsession.” Her gaze sparkled with restless joy. “But now we need to continue the search,” she added in a calm tone.

She pushed Y/n away from her.

“Okay?” Y/n blurted out in confusion.

Wednesday opened the door to her room and the sight that greeted her was a nightmare: the room was in complete disarray, the table overturned, the beds tossed about and the silence filled the air.

“Things?” Wednesday called, her voice heavy with apprehension.

Her worries quickly turned to panic as she noticed drops of blood on the floor. Tension rose as she hurried toward the source of the tragic red. She stopped abruptly, her heart racing at the sight of Things lying motionless on the floor.

“What the hell happened?” Y/n exclaimed, cautiously approaching Things.

Wednesday crouched down, her face contorted in a mask of worry. “If you die, I’ll resurrect you and kill you again,” she threatened but her voice betrayed a deep concern. She couldn’t imagine a world without Things, her faithful and incredible friend.

Y/n knelt beside Things, her eyes shining with determination. “We have to help him,” she said, placing a hand on Things’ wound. Immediately small electric jolts coursed through Things as Y/n tried to assist him with her abilities. “Please, Things, stay with us,” she implored, her voice filled with anxiety.

Wednesday, while maintaining her facade of icy calm, felt her heart constrict. “You’re an idiot, Things. You can’t let anyone hurt you that easily,” she said, frustration evident in her voice. “You have no idea what we’ll have to face if you don’t survive this.”

After a moment that felt like an eternity, Things moved his fingers slightly but remained still. Y/n let out a breath, her breaths quickening as a relieved smile spread across her face. “Done,” she whispered.

Wednesday wipes away a tear that had fallen down her cheek.

Addams stood up, a mix of relief and fury coursing through her body. “But who dared to do this?” she asked. Things, despite his condition, struggled to rise and with trembling fingers painstakingly signed a message in the air: Hit from behind.

“I swear I’ll kill him,” Wednesday muttered through gritted teeth, fury igniting in her eyes.

[deadsetobsessions]

Headmaster Dumbledore is sure that the ghosts of Hogwarts were hiding something. He’d be the first to admit that he’s nosy when it came to things like these, but he simply doesn’t have the time. Whatever that lingered these halls, he’s sure does not mean Hogwarts any harm. The ghosts would not protect it if it did.

Albus Dumbledore Hummer around a lemon drop as his quill scratched over endless parchment paper.

His wand glowed green for a brief second, an acknowledgement, and settled down into its current owner’s hold.

——

Danny Phantom hadn’t thought the castle he found during the summer months in this universe would be… so full of life. Not when there were ghosts, floating around like the castle were their own home.

Magic.

They were ghosts made of magic.

His core struggled, at first, to survive. Then, it took the magic and thrived.

He floated, invisible amongst the glittering candles beneath the imitated night sky, and watched students file in.

Quite different, from his own entrance.

He had floated into the tower, having felt a hint of resistance that he knew now were the castle wards. The ghosts, what he thought were ghosts before he realized ectoplasmic ghosts existed, stopped dead. Hah.

The shades dancing and whirling and conversing froze as he entered the tower. Life and death, and the beings that walked the line, stopped at the arrival of the One Who is the Line. The boy king wreathed in black and green glanced around.

“Hello. I’m Phantom.”

“The High King,” a ghost whispered. “Our king.”

“He’s an American?” Another one asked, scandalized. Danny, surrounded by those who he recognized as his, cracked the first smile he’s had in a while.

“Who cares? He’s…” The knight sunk to his knees, bowing with his ghostly sword in front of him.

The ghosts bowed. Danny floated in further. “Can you tell me where I am?”

“Of course.”

——

Now… he’s watching the children get Sorted. Weird, for a hat to decide your classmates, but whatever.

Harry Potter’s name is called, and the whispers broke out. He doesn’t know why, but Danny couldn’t ask the ghosts. They barely know the current headmaster, as the dead generally care only for their own times.

Danny decides to visit the lake octopus. Lake squid? Something like that. The mer people beneath the waters liked him, the last time he went. The Sorting is put out of Danny’s mind. He’s dead now, too. The only thing he cares about now is to explore the vast halls of Hogwarts and the occasional visit to the kitchen to steal some food for his living body.

(Thank the Ancients he found a house elf who knew what seasoning was.)

(Sometimes, Danny flew to where his home would have been and gets comfort food at the nearest town. He missed it, but he can’t go back.)

The ghosts know by now to call for Phantom should they need something (“I’m American,” he joked at the ghost. “We’re not big on kings. You can just call me Phantom.”)

——

The third year he’s there, Danny feels the effects of Clockwork’s power. When he investigates, it’s the red headed girl he once saw leaving the library, paper clutched in her hand.

She helped save one of his subjects, so he owes her. Plus, if she’s using Clockwork’s powers, this Hermione has potential.

And… she’s using it to study.

She reminds him of Jazz.

——

A wave of ice crackled and froze the fleeing rat and the feral wolf man.

“What?!” Harry screeched to a stop, eyes wide at the ghost child in front of him.

Danny turned, and landed gently on the ground. Snape snarled at him in suspicion. Danny allowed himself to become living again, black hair and blue eyes and tan skin replacing the white, green, black thing his dead form had.

“Who’re you?” The red-headed boy, Ron?, asked him through gritted teeth.

Danny smiled at them, dimples appearing. “A friend.”

Before the trio and co. could say anything, Danny whips his head around, palm coming up.

“Stop.” He orders. The creeping sense of cold and dread shuttered to a stop. “Go over there,” he said, and the dementors, hovering at the edge of his periphery obeyed. Danny turned back to the mildly terrified and flummoxed group.

“Let’s go. You’re all going to catch a cold, if you don’t move it. Especially you, scrawny and greasy.” He pointed at the godfather and Snape.

——

“Hey, Danny?”

“What, Harry?”

“Why’d you help us? I mean, you said you didn’t want to involve yourself in stuff like that.”

Danny hummed, wisped tail curling up against him as he soaked in the sun’s rays. “Because you reminded me of myself. And in the end, you died.”

“You literally brought me back,” Harry deadpanned, remembering the place between life and death, and how the angry Danny was when he stormed onto that train platform. The King had taken him by the scruff of his shirt collar like a particularly incensed mother cat, and dragged him off away from a puzzled Dumbledore.

“You were being stupid. You’re too young to die.”

“Like you?”

Danny snorted. “Nah. I didn’t have a choice.”