#leste

[aretarers]

mantra when you fuck up is "i'm in my early 20s it's literally not a big deal"

[primepaginequotidiani]

PRIMA PAGINA Osservatore Romano di Oggi martedì, 10 settembre 2024

[st-just]

Okay to continue the trend, let's all do Asia next. I'm curious how results differ.

[arunneronthird]

they get along great

[europahoynews]

Noticias del mundo en resumen: Muertes infantiles en Ucrania, alarma por el 'experimento' del corredor de la muerte en Estados Unidos, impulso nutricional en Timor Leste

“Durante los últimos seis días, niños y familias, y la infraestructura de la que dependen, han sido atacados en Dnipro, Lviv, Kharkiv, Kyiv, Odesa y otras zonas pobladas”, afirmó Munir Mammadzade. Con escuelas e instalaciones de salud destruidas y dañadas, “los ciudadanos más jóvenes de Ucrania siguen siendo los más afectados por estos ataques. Nuestros más sentidos pensamientos están con todos…

[genderkoolaid]

okay so rewatching hbomberguy's new video, James Somerton has:

Called ND Stevenson and Rebecca Sugar women so he can make a point about how queer women have it easier

stolen an Asian transmasc person's very personal essay on Mulan and queer Asian identity

stolen from Alexander Avila, the One somewhat well known transmasc video essayist

Lied about English courts letting Radclyffe Hall "live her happy life" because perceived-female queerness wasn't legally persecuted, when in actuality, they were charged with obscenity and had their work destroyed

clearly a man whose very normal and chill about transmascs and anyone he sees as a woman i think

[ackee]

friend sent me this and ive been steaming over it all day fr

[ind1c0lite]

Redid my older Franziska design so I get to be a little gay, as a treat <3

better view of her outfit <3 (minus the pattern in her coat, I forgor

[theabigailthorn]

"Good" Acting

i have a theory that a lot of people say acting is "good" when they're emotionally moved by it, and a lot of cishet white people have a lifelong habit of not listening or empathising when minoritised people speak, so minority actors get called "bad" even when they display some pretty fucking amazing technical skill

[hinamie]

...........slips gege ¥2000

[primepaginequotidiani]

PRIMA PAGINA La Discussione di Oggi martedì, 10 settembre 2024

[jazzyaintjayz]

i think we should normalize demigods growing up to be average people. bc rick really went out there and said george washington and harriet tubman were demigods but just think about this for a second-

"ah yes that gas station attendant is a son of hermes, god of travelers"

there's simultaneously so much and so little potential here

[xxplastic-cubexx]

throws these at you

[doodledrawsthings]

first doodles of the year

[saturdaysky]

we'll be alright, love. we'll make it through, you'll see.

just a doodle of my gnome tav, mayhew, and gale sometime in the long, dark night of the soul that is act 2

line version:

used a photo ref for the general pose. refs are amazing ✌

[moondirti]

hybrids. wool shearing. manipulation. brief cannibalism. referenced breeding. female anatomy.

farmer! price and his sheep girl. the most special of the flock — not only because you’re all woman beneath those patches of wool, or because your floppy ears and curly fringe compliment your face so well, but because you’re so docile and sweet and mouldable under his hand. give into his will better than any human can, eyes shiny and dumb. trusting, when he leads your friends away to the slaughter. and when he collects you afterward, sleeves sticky with blood, to feed you bits of juicy meat on his lap.

though you’re a vegetarian, why would you refuse him? he’s the best at taking care of you.

like during the draw of spring, frost thawing into beds of brown to make for mud that mats your wool. he’ll shear you last but most tenderly; hose you down in his yard, cooing as you bleat in the cold, and run the tool expertly along your trembling flesh. beneath your arms. around your neck. clipping so close to your ears that the sound scares you, and you struggle mildly in his embrace, which does nothing to shake him or the firm cage wrought around your limbs.

the shears trek downwards, your legs forcefully pried apart to expose your fluffy pussy and taint to be groomed. layers of wool stripped from you in pragmatic precision. his fingers do not wander as they shave your vulva, conforming smoothly to your plump bottom. working over your groin. though you wish them to, crying stupidly when he twists your swollen clit to make sure he gets the curls nested at its base.

but he’s the best at taking care of you, of all his animals, so he does not acquiesce and feed you his cock like you so beg. ain’t mating season yet, little lamb, he hums, tucking you into bed after moisturising your softened skin. for as long as you’re naked, wool-less, he lets you sleep indoors. on a real mattress, and not the hay one that would be bound to scratch you in the most vulnerable of places. you love the spring and summer months, if only for that.

(though the prospect of mating season ignites your cotton-tail, priming you for the crisp encroach of autumn. you know that, as the most special — his favourite — he won’t pair you with any old ram. none are good enough, he’ll reason. no seed ripe enough to fatten you up, but his.)