#have you forgotten your ROOTS

[crimson-nail]

she was running a little late for the photo but she’s here now!!

[simcardiac-arrested]

watching ppl post about biden x trump is shameful i thought we all knew trump’s soulmate has been putin for the last 30 years

[things-methinks]

Can McLaren shut the fuck up for 2 minutes, my god get a grip on running a team

[future-crab]

I’ve seen people going, “I can’t believe people are using the destiel meme to spread misinformation! How could they abuse our most trusted news source?” and like I do kinda agree but also. The destiel meme was pretty famously used to spread misinformation. That was like the first thing it did.

[sun-shimmer]

I think that a big part of what discourages potential artists to not draw is because they're afraid of making "bad" art and I've had this opinion for years now but we need to normalize loving and hyping up our super super old embarrassing art. I never see any artist doing this and I think on occasion it would be fun to be like "look at this old oc I made when I was 10! I loved her so much then and I think it's really cute now"

[lapidotbooks]

how did you gain such a following? you barely have any posts and you get 468392374939 likes

This person has probably been rotting on my inbox since 2019 and I still don't have a solid answer. IDK. Quality not quantity is what we say here at Lapidot HQ!

[cutter-kirby]

biggest loss of the toh fandom is that possessed hunter doesn’t even have a name

[ajaxdishsoap]

Jesus did not say that every time we rebuke or abuse the poor and down-trodden we're rebuking and abusing Him for Christians to put conditions on their aid for people

[goat-goth]

Dave strider account complaining about people liking media with slurs in it…

[merrilark]

That frustrating feeling when you took a nap, dreamt you took a nap, dreamt that you dreamt a really cool melody with cool lyrics, so when you dreamt you woke up, you scrambled to write them down before you could forget them... But when you actually woke up, you don't remember anything but a few words. 😔😤😵‍💫

[transfemlogan]

None of u know what a tumblr sexy man is

[idontmindifuforgetme]

guys i actually beg of you to not let palestine become an unpleasant flashback, a transient tumblr trend, a hasbeen subject that just faded away. as an arab—and specifically iraqi—girl, i know what it feels like to have family displaced all over the world as a result of western imperialism. i know what it feels like to not be able to step foot into your homeland because it��s no longer safe. as an american iraqi, raised in the us and insulated from my roots, it wasn’t until last summer that i was able to visit iraq for the first time, and even then my family was worried for my safety—in my own blood country. although nothing like what palestinians are experiencing right now, it might be the tiniest semblance of what it feels like to watch your country disintegrate in front of you.

and this is a universal arab experience. i volunteer weekly at a refugee center that serves middle eastern refugees, and every day i see the longing in their eyes when they speak of where they hail from. it’s safe to say that we will be getting a wave of palestinian refugees very soon: just another generation of arabs who can’t inhabit their own country.

arab culture is so rich, so profound, so beautiful. i am tired of being told by the world—through literal genocide—that it doesn’t mean anything. please never let this be forgotten. free palestine. free palestine. free palestine.

[malefixium]

the trees you grew up with have not forgotten you. their branches still whisper your name in the breeze and their roots remember the paths your feet once traced through their shade.

[quarterlifekitty]

Cw: cum eating lol

Goddess!Reader as a forgotten deity— a small temple hidden in a cave, completely overgrown with vines and moss. The marble of the flooring is cracked and split with the dripping water and the roots of the overgrowth. There is a statue of you— life sized, not grand or impressive. The skylight of the cave bathes it in sun and moonlight as the days go by.

Warrior!König who finds your little shrine and is enchanted. He has always felt like an outsider— that he has never belonged, and never looked at with familiarity. Maybe it’s his loneliness getting to him, but he feels warmth in the gaze of the statue. You’re a beautiful figure. Despite the state of the place, he feels at home. He doesn’t have much— but he clears some vines and dust off of the offering altar and leaves a fig and a handful of oats.

In his next battle, he finds some uncanny things happening around him. He’ll be dueling an enemy, when a stray beam of light will move in just the right way to blind him for a moment, allowing König to land the killing blow. He’s about to be struck from behind with his assailant’s sword catches in the scabbard for just a moment— long enough for König to turn and fend him off. Could this be his offering at work?

He comes back. This time with an orange, and a gold piece. He gives himself a few moments to admire your form— your breasts perfect, your smile gentle and content. He uses his sword to clear a bit more debris— enough to leave you more clearly visible.

He continues to excel. Not through any supernatural strength, but due to these small strokes of luck finding him at the perfect moment. His sword striking at just the right angle to land in the chip of his enemy’s weapon, cracking it in the fault and rendering it useless. One of his arrows manages to pierce through one target and into another.

He becomes your single worshipper— and the most devoted. He brings fruits, coin, fresh cloth, milk…. And his visits become longer. He lets his hands linger when he touches the cool marble of your statue. He’s taken in a moment of weakness— infatuated with the one figure that seems to care for him— and he touches himself to your image, spilling his seed across your altar— against the red grapes he’d brought for you.

König falls asleep looking at your form. There is no plaque nor writing in your temple— he doesn’t even know your name. When he wakes, the pedestal holding your statue is empty, but he feels a warmth curled into his side, looking down to see you finishing the last of a stem of grapes.

[tinyrebelbeliever]

i don't know why people expect it to be scary when it's literally based on copypastas......like thats why it's called creepypasta guys it's bASED ON COPYPASTAS

“ y’all remember when creepypasta was scary?” No lol. That shit was always goofy. The character based ones anyway.

[advestager]

i was browsing ao3 before bed and now i need to go acquire a smoking habit just so i can reenact the exhausted ben affleck meme