#oh irony

[spicyvampire]

Great grandpa telling Wee to not judge a book by its cover, his fashionable clothes aren't the only things he was ironing in his house last night

[argyrocratie]

"The Republic does not interest us. However, we accept it as a point of departure in a process of social democratization, on the condition that the Republic guarantee that the principles of liberty and social justice are not empty words. If the Republic refuses to take into consideration the aspirations of the working class, then the little interest that the workers have in the Republic will be reduced to nothing, because it will offer no hope for what our class looked for on April 14 . . . .

As anarchists, we declare that our activities have not been and never will be at the service of any political party or any state. The anarchists and syndicalists of the C.N.T. , together with all revolutionaries, have the mission to compel the men in the government, under pressure from the street, to fulfill their mandate."

-Buenaventura Duruti (1931), quoted by Abel Paz in "Duruti : The People Armed"

[avymiir]

nureyev- “i’m typically the one disappearing, not the one left behind” 😭😭

[hazbinsponsoredbyvee]

king of all hell, do you know of a cult leader in the human world known as GARY doing something called The Second death? (from the game FAITH the unholly trinity)

"No. I can't really say I keep up with cult leaders, though..."

[bookishjules]

it rains and i think of home. of white and yellow wildflowers. of red black wildberries. of green grass and green ferns and ever-green evergreens. everything ever more vibrant for the gray tint of overcast skies.

it rains and i am haunted by the fact that some point the rain will stop. the dream will end, the peace with shatter around me in a storm of sunlight, the puddles of joy must return to the sky. one of these days, one of these hours.

it rains and i remember the way it felt on my skin, painting me as a girl who was free. when it was that easy to be cleansed of curses and sins.

[theaceofarrows]

Nightwing and Robin Jason: On your mark, get set g-

Batman: No

Nightwing: No? No, what? You don't even know what we're doing?!

Batman: You two were about to try and race across the rooftops

Nightwing: And? We do it all the time

Batman: And, they're covered in ice from freezing rain

Robin Jason: So? We fought Mr. Freeze last week, and we're still alive

Batman: [glares]

Dick: Ugh, fine. We won't have ANY fun

Batman: [turns around]

Nightwing:

Robin Jason:

Nightwing and Robin Jason: [glance at each other]

Nightwing and Robin Jason: [whispering] Go

[Both start running]

-

[Later]

Dick: [sitting on the couch with his ankle in a cast] Consequences, gotta be my top three least favorite parts of my actions

Jason: [sitting next to him with his arm in a cast] Big brothers, gotta be the top three worst people to listen to when they say they have a fun idea

Dick: You're just grumpy because YOU fell down first

Jason: [hits him with a pillow]

[pip3dream]

Andrew “your neck fetish is not attractive” Minyard grabbing Neil’s neck every other time they talk

[five-thousand-loaves-of-bread]

meant to say learning difficulties for UK for specific learning disabilities - fixed now!!

once again fyi—

“intellectual disability” is one thing (UK: learning disabilities)

it is overall(!!) intellectual functioning difficulty (usually measure by overall IQ below 70, yes ew IQ etc etc i know), plus adaptive functioning difficulty, plus start before 18.

it not “intellectual disabilities” not “an intellectual disability” (there only one)

dyslexia dysgraphia dyscalculia are not “an intellectual disability”

they specific learning disabilities, or UK: learning difficulties (edit: originally misspoke & said learning differences, that wrong!)

get word right, use right tags 👍

[the-geeky-fangirl]

heartstopper isn't cringe it's just sincere and you guys are weak as fuck

[theoldkyokodied]

If you follow my main you had to know this was coming… anyway. Enjoy these bloodweave doodles :)

[saltcxrcle]

foggy glasses ── . ✶ s. winchester

summary: sam loves it when you wear your glasses

pairings: established sam winchester x reader, sam winchester x gn afab!readerノwc: 1.4k warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, fluff, loverboy!sam, reader described to have glasses/contacts, smutty, making out, tit sucking, glasses kink? (i have no idea if that's a thing lol), praise, reader is called 'good girl', a follow up to heart-shaped glasses but can be read as a standalone, kinda edited; all mistakes are my own a/n: wrote this in two hours last night bc i got inspired to write this from mads' feedback on my other fic that i posted yesterday and i couldn't resist making it smutty LOL so thank you @tusk-rumours for inspiring me for this <3 sam winchester masterlist

SAM LIKES—NO, HE LOVES IT WHEN YOU WEAR YOUR GLASSES. 

Not that Sam didn’t like you without them. He loves any and all versions of you—you consumed every thought of his regardless of the situation. But there was something about the sight of you in your glasses that made something inside of him wake up. He didn’t know exactly what it was, but he did know that he didn’t hate it one bit. 

Sam always stole a kiss from you when you had them on. Whether it was when the two of you were in the kitchen quietly making breakfast, clothes slightly wrinkled from sleep, or if the two of you were alone in the library and sat right next to each other. Hell, he even stole a kiss from you when you were walking past him in the hallway as you made your way to the bathroom. 

You didn’t exactly understand why he’d kiss you at random times but never protested having Sam’s lips against yours. You didn’t think that it was because of your glasses, but you proved wrong when you were relaxing in your shared room with him. 

You were lounging in bed, just wearing your pajamas that you didn’t bother to change out of for the day since there wasn’t a hunt, and you didn’t plan to go out that day. You were reading a book that you had been meaning to read. You were so absorbed in your book that you didn’t notice Sam leaning on the door frame, looking at you with a fond smile as he took in your relaxed form. 

You glanced away from your book for a moment, your eyes catching a body in the doorway, and you smiled when you recognized your boyfriend staring at you. 

You pushed your frames up your nose bridge. “Hey.” You smiled at Sam before looking back down at your book. 

God, you look so beautiful right now. Sam thought to himself before kicking off the door frame and making his way further into the room and towards the bed. 

You paid no mind to Sam as you were reaching the end of the page you were on—before the book was swiped from your hands. “What the hell?” 

You looked up to see a satisfied smirk on Sam’s face as he slid your bookmark into your book—he must have grabbed it while you were reading and placed your book on the nightstand. 

You let out an annoyed noise. “Excuse me? I was reading that.” You let out an amused scoff, letting Sam know you weren’t mad at him. 

“Really, I couldn’t tell? Besides now you’re not.” 

“Yeah, because someone grabbed my book from my hands.” A huff escaped you as Sam turned from your nightstand to face you. 

Sam let out a chuckle. “Sorry, honey.” Sam was sitting on your side of the bed, by the edge, as he leaned towards you, his eyes filled with mirth. 

You rolled your eyes. “Sure you are.” 

“How can I make it up to you?” Sam was in a playful mood tonight, which never failed to make you smile. He grabbed your hands as he looked at you with a small pout on his lips—his hazel eyes were wide and pleading, but a glint of amusement flashed through them. 

“Hmmm.” You pretended to think for a moment. “You can make it up to me by letting me finish the page I was on.” You sent him a mocking smile. 

“I can do anything but that.” 

“Well then, I’m out of ideas.” You shrugged. 

A smirk pulled at Sam’s lips. “I can just show you.” 

“Show me?” You questioned with a raised brow. 

“Yeah, show you,” Sam repeated as his eyes darkened, and a jolt of anticipation went through your spine at the familiar glint in his eyes. 

“Then show me.” 

Sam smirked before bringing your left hand up to his soft lips, pressing gentle kisses on your knuckles. His lips slowly trailed up your hand, leaving a burning trail in his wake as he made his way up your arm, pulling your loose shirt off of your shoulder and pressing hot kisses along your skin.

Your breathing became a little heavier as he left sloppy kisses on your exposed collarbone and neck. His lips eventually made their way to your face, kissing your jaw and cheeks before they hovered over your lips, brushing against him. 

He was teasing you, and the both of you knew it. You met Sam’s heated gaze as his eyes raked over you. 

“Still want me to show you?” Sam breathed against your lips. 

“If you don’t I’ll leave the room right now.” 

A low chuckle rumbled from Sam’s chest as he finally placed his lips against yours, instantly drawing you in for a passionate kiss that lit the familiar fire that Sam’s lips never failed to ignite within you. You responded with the same fervor that Sam had—leaning up to meet him, and your right hand found its way into his hair. You pulled at the chestnut strands, pulling a groan from him. 

Sam’s lips never failed to make you feel like he was consuming you—his tongue swiped at the seam of your lips, and a soft sigh left you at the feeling of his tongue dancing against yours. The feeling of his lips against yours made you lose any sense of time or space. Every sense was dialed up to ten and drowned out anything else, leaving you to just focus on Sam. 

The familiar burn in your lungs signaled that you needed air, but you didn’t care, wanting Sam to devour you whole as the two of you kept kissing. Sam eventually pulled away from you, a small whine leaving you as you chased his lips. An amused chuckle left Sam, pressing soft kisses on your jaw and down your neck. Your eyes were closed as your head rolled back against the pillows. 

Sam’s hand grabbed the hem of your shirt and slowly pulled it up, revealing your bare skin underneath it. You peeled your eyes open to help him take your shirt.

Somehow, during your heated makeout session, your glasses had fogged up slightly, and you could barely make out the fact that your position had changed and Sam was hovering over you now, in between your open legs. 

You made the move to take them off, but you felt Sam grip your wrist before you could. 

“Keep them on.” Sam’s voice was thick with desire as he looked down at your heaving bare chest as you tried to regulate your breathing. 

“What?” 

“Keep them on. Please.” Sam let go of your wrist as your own hand fell from your glasses. 

Your mind was spinning before it clicked. “You like me in my glasses don’t you?” You said with a sly smile on your face. 

“Yeah, I do.” Sam kissed you hard and rutted against you—being able to feel his hard cock pressing against the denim of his jeans. 

“Who knew you had a thing for glasses.” You said when his lips made their way to your breasts, a soft moan escaping you as you felt his warm mouth lick and start to suck at one of your nipples, his free hand kneading at your other boob. 

He took the hardened nub in between his teeth, biting at it lightly before letting go. “I have a thing for you in glasses.” He clarified before switching to your other breast. Sam sucked at your breast for a moment before kissing his way down your body, nipping at your skin occasionally. His hands found the hem of your sweatpants and pulled them off as he reached your core. 

Sam clicked his tongue at you. “Hey. Keep them on.” Sam ordered sternly when he saw you trying to take your glasses off again when you noticed them beginning to fog up from the amount of heat your face was emitting.

You hesitated before sliding them up your face again—you wanted to feel Sam’s mouth on you. Who needed to see when you had your boyfriend’s talented mouth on your soaked cunt.

Sam kissed your inner thighs before pulling your damp underwear to the side. He pressed a small kiss to your clit, making you jolt slightly at the sensation. 

A slight smirk appeared on his face as his eyes flicked up to look at you. “Good girl.”

[majosullivan]

See kids, this is why you shouldn’t make a blood oath with your friends. You never know if one of them is being hunted down by a monstrous stag and that touching their blood will automatically make you a target

[iknowicanbutwhy]

@chipper-smol I couldn't get the thought out of my head of dragon loop flying on unfamiliar wings away from their problems because obviously that's why they have them haha ha ha

[ven0moir]

We're definitely going back to rink-o-mania in S5.

If S4 was all about Will feeling unseen, then in S5 they have to subvert that. And the thing is, they've already given us not only crumbs, but Actual Text via Mike Wheeler himself about this. Let's observe the evidence and then I'll tell you what I think ...

Yeah, Will was the center of Mike's attention at rink-o-mania. Before the whole world went to shit. When life was still relatively normal, Mike's attention was on him.

My guess is we will revisit this idea for whatever reason, but my main point here is that we will see Mike looking at Will without Will realizing it. And he'll likely be bathed in lights / framed by the crystal ball, etc etc

In S4, there were moments where Will seemed to be picking up on Something, and he might've even wondered if maybe he was just Seeing Things That Weren't There.

But what matters is that S4 Mike has achieved his purpose: to hide. By the time S5 starts, any last vestiges of hope Will had of his love being reciprocated died right here:

So yeah, good luck S5 Mike The Brave Wheeler.

You're gonna need it.

[wejustvibing]

Lewis Hamilton to co-chair the 2025 Met Gala with Colman Domingo, A$AP Rocky, Pharrell Williams, and Anna Wintour & Honorary Chair LeBron James

[rue-with-the-tarot]

The irony is that internet pagans mock Christians for posting prayers on the internet but then turn around and do the same damn thing, just replacing the Christian god with their own.