#here in USA

[artcalledgames]

Do we know

One Gemini…….

Looking at debate stage

(Handshaking)

She’s a Libra

Balancing it all

On the Covers of Time and Everywhere

Two Faced…. ………

Watching word for word

(Who used more of only added)

She’s see’s the weighed

You may love her

And she’s my

For President

[angleofmusings]

(only superficial damage)

[great-and-small]

Bird identification is so fucked up in a really fun way you can’t understand until you get into it. For example, there is a type of goose called the cackling goose that looks exactly like a Canada goose except smaller and “cuter”. The cackling goose is way, way, more rare in most places than its relatively common cousin, so it’s on tons of birders life lists. Everyone wants to see a cackling (look in any bird ID group to see lots of hopeful people posting petite Canada geese). The two species regularly commingle, so sometimes a flock of those common parking lot birds will have the equivalent of a Pokémon shiny just hanging out in the middle of them.

How ridiculous and fun is that? I can never look at a big group of Canada geese without scrutinizing their ranks for an adorable little extremely rare cutie pie cackling goose. It reminds me a bit of mushroom harvesting minus the risk of death if you get it wrong

[artcalledpourbrush]

PutinTrumpStitt Evol empire Evil empire Villainess Tri get a Affecto The sarcasm should be felt 3 PTS Of millions of persons Naïveté We don’t count as points Mark the heads for triage If Putin decided Demo / Repub? Exactly egregious ecclesiastics I triage as so EEE Worth 3 points SellrecycleSale PutinTrumpStitt in inventory Primative human history games Assassins creed is as far as we go back That’s why you don’t know The cycles The spinning of wheels War is far outdated We don’t reach together They know the game 1 Clarity/Color/Flaws 2 Weight 3 Price 3points of discussion 3 evils of empire Invasions Virus History deletions Whoah IVH Not HIV But it’s working out quite the same in numbers Invasions since BUSH, virus by Trump, add history deletions by hooded Stitts now add Ukrainian lives lost Add the numbers Can we play into Prior home boys above In casualty numbers Hey Kayne You fit into the three multiplied in later UR no no. # 4 You shook Trump hand! Did you pee in toilet or never saw it! Stick to three beyond is • ••• •• Just more unDemocractic Un Demo Cratick Democracy say it with pretty ease Rebuke I mean republunatician does not roll out so easy Republican There I said it Putin. Trump. Stitt. Who’s last name is encorected Stitt He’s taking away the histories They bombed near downtown Tulsa Hundred or something years ago Putin is doing it now Trump like Presidents Kept this stuff around a World going It’s not hard to see Planes The planes The planes bombing You can’t just love one of Three? All tied together stringed with 3 big fat buffoons I mean balloons I don’t wish to burst bubbles at this time I’m not playing My chest to navel Promotes a heart Go on screen all three of you evils Tell everyone around a Globe What it is that you love? That would prove loyalty to all US Here on Earth You other tyrants can also Come on give it to us? Triage Boys and Girls Men & Women Fashions PutinTrumpStitt Don’t like me in In their faces Take sway away the panda’s Xi don’t like me Behind the walls PutinTrumpStittXi PutinTrumpStittXi 2xs forever Just look up Closed down Voted in Pay for in Taxes PTS X

[uncanny-tranny]

This might seem like an "old man yells at cloud" situation, but it's just wild growing up and being told how dangerous distracted driving is - how, at highway speeds, you can traverse the length of a football field (100 yards, 91 meters) in a matter of seconds - how one split second sending a text while driving could result in a potential fatal crash, and then getting on the road as a driver and being surrounded by billboards. Their entire purpose is to catch one's attention, so they're lining major roads, which tend to be highways. How is it that you're told how important it is to never be distracted while driving, but still being advertised to?

At best, this type of advertising is an eyesore to pedestrians and motorists and a general waste of electricity to light it, and at worst, it is an active danger considering they are there to advertise and therefore, must catch people's attention.

I'm not even against advertising in theory, but this particular mode bothers me so much and I hate how pervasive it is - especially in large cities or highways.

[marvey-sideblog]

[chimaeraonwards]

no ai generated content will ever compare to the absolutely cartoonishly evil plot to cut down trees to prevent workers from striking to get livable wage.

[bsof-maarav]

...בסוף מערב

Sometimes it feels like the west is made entirely of edge.

A non-Jewish woman told me that she was getting into lighting candles for Shabbat lately. I was afraid to say anything except, "Oh." Then she enthusiastically volunteered that it's because she's been getting very involved in "doing stuff against Israel," and that made her want to do "Jewish things."

The ghoulishness of it made me feel incoherent. This exchange happened awhile ago and it still feels like an existential asthma attack whenever it comes to mind, which is more often than I would like.

There is the unvarnished hate that nakedly says it wants you dead so that you're out of the way--that kind of hate says you have no value. And then there is this hate which says it values "you"--which means it wants to loot everything from you, everything, no matter how intimate, no matter how much it is something you can't take by force without killing it--it wants every part of you, wants to eat and wear it all. To eat you. To wear you. To make something "better" out of you, something more digestible, more to their liking.

I once read a memoir by a Jewish woman who accompanied her mother back to the German town where the mother had grown up. It was her mother's first time being back in that place since the Shoah. She was one of the only surviving members of her family, because they were able to send her away. Her daughter wrote about how this man from the town--a man who had appointed himself their "champion" and tour guide--showed them his "museum" that turned out to be full of objects looted from Jewish homes. Her mother noticed a kitchen implement, maybe a butter churn, some ordinary object that had belonged to her family, that she had once used. This man took it for his "museum" and showed it to them proudly.

[plush0fairy]

Wisconsin-ae-Miku

Have to give credit to @thedragonitus for that Culver's cup!

[queergraffiti]

"a transsexual peed here"

found in the Chicago area, Illinois, USA

[rvspecter]

[solradguy]

Bullshit words from Guilty Gear only the sick and deranged know the definitions of:

Garm

Fora

Walkpod

Minimerta

Zeal

Vald

Vyde

Vitae

Charge <-not what you think it is

[have-you-been-here]

The Rainbow Swash, Boston, Massachusetts, USA. (Driving by it counts.)

[snoozerin]

funger hetalia reqs kuehegegeg

[katieannwrites]

Paris Olympics: guys in glasses doing sporty things.

[spectersgf]

— goodbye kiss 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

pairing: harvey specter x reader

summary: harvey's trying to get you in his bed. you just want a kiss goodbye.

warnings: none. pure fluff.

wordcount: 1.1k

a/n: my first fic in so long and my first harvey specter fic ever. this is my attempt to fill the gap in the harvey specter x reader market :) this was written super quick and barely proofread oops... enjoy!

(if you want to be tagged in future fics, let me know!)

It was 6am. You and Harvey were cuddled in his bed after a long night spent together, first in his office for dinner, and then back at home. 

“Knock knock,” you all but whispered, peeking your head in the door despite it being pure glass.

“Y/N? What are you doing here so late?” Harvey looked confused but happy to see you in his office. He stood up to greet you properly – ‘like a gentleman’ as he liked to say.

“I could ask you the same question, Mr. Specter.” You walked into his office, bag in hand. “I brought you dinner since I know you won’t have eaten yet. Am I wrong?” you asked, placing the bag onto his desk and then walking around to his side so that he could pull you into a much needed embrace. 

You always felt so lucky to get to see his softer, more affectionate side. It was a side he kept specifically for you, and his soft spot for you had been almost immediately after meeting you the first time years ago. 

“You’re not wrong but I needed this more than the dinner.” He was referring to your presence and his voice was soft, as if he was afraid someone would hear and intrude on your private, intimate moment. You stayed there, Harvey holding you close as you gently swayed to his record of choice for the night.

The night had progressed from there. The pair of you ate dinner together and he bounced ideas off you for the case he was working on. Eventually, after tirelessly pestering him, you managed to convince him to take you home. While you didn’t officially live together, you both had an understanding where most nights you’d stay with him, and other nights he’d stay with you. You were his home; he was yours.

Finally, when you were tucked into bed together, Harvey pulled you close to him once again, pressing a single kiss to your head and keeping his nose in your hair, breathing in the comforting scent that kept him grounded. 

“Thank you for coming to see me tonight. I needed that.” He was keeping his voice soft, once again keeping your intimate moment intimate, as if you weren’t alone together in his apartment. 

“I’m glad you enjoyed the sushi, Harvey,” you responded, deliberately avoiding his meaning to tease him. You turned in his embrace so that you were facing him and playfully bumped his nose with yours. He responded by pulling his hand up to stroke your cheekbone with his thumb. “Am I about to get a thank you kiss? Because I haven’t had one all night,” you whispered, teasing him once again with a pout and a bat of your eyelashes.

“See, I was going to, but now you’ve ruined the moment.” He had a playful glint in his eye, and you were grateful to see it, finally seeing him more relaxed and at ease. Despite his statement, he pulled you in for a soft, loving kiss, conveying all his gratitude and love for you. After pulling away he rested his forehead on yours, maintaining eye contact with you. 

Now it was morning, after spending the night keeping close contact with each other, Harvey never letting go of you, even in his sleep. But you needed to get up and start your day, which included getting ready for work after making a coffee for yourself and Harvey. 

You managed to get out of your boyfriend’s hold and slipped on his work shirt from the previous day, breathing in the comforting smell of him as if you were still in bed with him. You walked barefoot into the kitchen to make coffees for both of you and brought them back into his bedroom, placing his on his bedside table and walking back around to your side of his bed. You sipped your coffee while watching him sleep peacefully, happy to see his face relaxed and looking youthful.

“You know, watching me sleep like that is kinda creepy,” he mumbled, voice deeper and laced with sleep. “I could sue you for harassment for that.”

“By all means, try me. My boyfriend’s one of the best lawyers in the city.”

“He sounds sexy. Powerful.” You giggled in response; even half asleep he was still cocky and playful.

“Oh, he is. Humble, too. I’m very lucky to have him.” This was one of your favourite parts about being with him. The pair of you bounced off each other with ease and were constantly playful with each other, but able to have a serious conversation when it mattered.

He smiled at your words, finally opening his eyes to look at you in the light of the sunrise that came through his windows. “Come back to sleep.”

You shook your head in response. “I can’t, I have to get ready for work and so do you. If you drag me back to sleep with you, we’ll both be late.”

“Please, baby.” He gave you a look that usually would make you melt, but you’ve been able to build up an immunity. 

“No, Harvey. The earlier you start, the earlier you finish. And then we can come home, and I’ll cook us dinner and we’ll have a date night.” You were trying to convince him, and by the way he tipped his head back smiling, you could tell it was working. But he was persistent.

“No reason why you can’t come back to bed for a few minutes while we finish our coffee,” he replied while reaching over to pick up the coffee you made him and take a sip. He watched you while he did and you responded by putting down your own cup and crawling over to him to straddle him. He held you steady with one hand on your waist, while the other kept hold of his coffee. “There we go. Was that so hard?” Harvey was mumbling while keeping his eyes trained on you, gently stroking your waist.

“I’m not staying, Specter. I just wanted a kiss goodbye,” you mumbled in return, settling your hands on his shoulders and leaning in for your kiss.

“I’m not giving you one unless you come back to sleep a little longer. Best lawyer in the city is allowed a late start.” He gave you a stellar smile and a wink, making you throw your head back in laughter. He looked on fondly as you did so, heart swelling with joy and affection.

“Well, I’m not allowed a late start. Now stop being stubborn, and give me my goodbye kiss.”