#this is kinda time sensitive

[worldheritagepostorganization]

hey guys so don't go flood his notes or anything please but @/dedalvs i know you follow this account so thanks first of all second of all check your dms from @/just-a-smol-boi from a week or a couple days ago please and thank you (:

[featheredadora]

[capricioussuns]

Haven't seen any post on here about it yet, so: there is another one day strike tomorrow (Thursday the 7th), as well as a call to boycott the oscar's on the 10th. Much like the super bowl and christmas, israel is planning to attack Gaza when they expect americans to be distracted, on top of having a history of targeting Palestine during Ramadan.

Here is a link to the instagram post, don't forget to call your reps, mask up and attend a protest if you can, and keep speaking up and staying updated on what's happening

Daily click

[lackluster-draws]

Peitha 😳 wanted a taste again 😳 so she 😳 and then she 😳

[markantonys]

reddit:

literally every other WOT viewer in the world:

[defiledtomb]

4 other applicants have come in clutch for the apartment I'm hunting. If I'm still eligible I'll know tomorrow, but only to be called for a showing, if the others in the queue accept and have better conditions than me, I'll lose it. But my agent is still hopeful. Fingers crossed.

[krispiecake]

tell me why i can hear another tenants fucking music from my flat. HE DOESNT EVEN LIVE IN MY BUILDING. HE LIVES IN A COMPLETELY SEPARATE BUILDING ON THE SECOND FLOOR AND I CAN HEAR HIS MUSIC FROM MY FLAT. MY FLAT WHICH IS IN A DIFFERENT SEPARATE BUILDING.

[mylittleredgirl]

sorry i’ve been entirely absent from the internet lately while i participate in the traditional post-funeral collaborative project where the cousins attempt to figure out what’s wrong with us by decoding and piecing together unreliable narratives about our late mothers’ childhood from people who are no longer available for clarification

[purpurussy]

This literally does not matter but it irks me so much when I say something in the tags and then the op reblogs their post and says pretty much the exact same thing or something to that effect in the reblog without referencing me. I know this is so petty but it really irks me like would it have killed you to say "prev tags" or tag me. And I know that sometimes we all just have the same thoughts at the same time so whenever someone makes a completely separate post that's almost identical to something I said, I give them the benefit of the doubt and assume they didn't see it (although I can't lie that still annoys me too) but when it's the same post it's like I know you saw me saying that... This has happened several times recently like stop stealing my silly little thoughts lmfao 😭

[tricoufamily]

yeah hugo Never liked being around jacques as a kid even before his mom died and before he even really knew why. always hated it when he had to hug him, wanted him to stay longer on his business trips, bristled and got angry every time he heard jacques's childhood nickname for him that he hated ("bush baby"). his mom just kinda didn't register any of this and thought everything is fine hugo is just very very clingy and the nickname is cute surely he's not actually upset over it and

[blutopaz15]

next time, ch. 4 follow up

Rayla’s collapsed on his bed when he comes back and—based on that little show she’d put on before he’d slipped away to clean up—undone for a fourth time today, by his count.

That last time had been of her doing and not his…not that it mattered to him how she got off, just that she did. She deserved to feel good, after all. That was so much of the problem with her, anyway: that she didn’t think she deserved nice things, good things, any of all of…this.

Callum winces, though.

Trying to prove it to her—that she does deserve it all—had resulted in…that.

He has a clear view from the washroom door to the aftermath of all that proof: her sex, red and swollen between her parted legs.

Red and swollen and painful looking, he thinks, wince becoming a frown.

“Uh,” he starts from the doorway, trying not to startle her. “Rayla?”

She’s passed out, it seems: relaxed and vulnerable…and so exhausted, apparently, that she only hums in answer, her forearm flung over her face.

“Are you…alright?” he wonders, embarrassed to ask what he’s asking…nevermind that it’d all been his doing—mostly, at least.

Rayla hums again—more happily, this time, and he watches the half-hidden smile spread across her face.

“I’m great, Callum,” she assures him, sighing deeply, her chest sinking down as she melts—somehow further—into his mattress.

Clearly, though, she doesn’t quite understand his concerns.

“No, I mean…uh—” Callum pauses, unsure if her looking at him would make his stammering better or worse. “You look like—well, you’re kind of…red, uh, down there. Are you…sore?””

That gets her to sit up and uncover her face. Rayla flushes—to match him, he supposes—and pulls her legs into her chest.

“Uh…a little, maybe, but—“

That’s all he needs to hear.

Callum dunks the clean washcloth he’d brought out for her in the basin by the door, and crosses to her.

“Lie back down, okay?” he insists, sitting down beside her on his bed, a hand on her knee.

“I’m fine, Callum.” Rayla protests, but…he knows better, and even if she is fine, what will it hurt? “Probably we should lay off for the rest of the day, but—“

“I love you,” he sighs, gently suggesting again that she lie back with a touch to her shoulder…and a smile he hopes will win her over. “Please. Humor me?”

That’s all it takes: she slumps backward, grinning back at him.

“Consider yourself humored.”

He makes quick work of the washcloth, aspiro frigising the folded fabric just enough to chill but not freeze.

“This is, uh, cold,” he explains, sure she must understand his intentions by now, but resting his warmer hand in the patch of hair between her legs anyway. “I don’t know if you want me to, or…”

She takes it from him, blushing before pressing the chilly little bundle to her center.

“Thanks,” she says softly when he lays back down beside her, ready to ask her if she needs food—Or water? Or maybe moonberry juice?—next.

Rayla turns to him, though, beaming brilliantly, eyes wide and lilac and lovely…and he’s satisfied to stay this way, speechless and still with her—for a moment, at least.

“Really. Thank you, Callum.”

[baby-xemnas]

😭😭😭

[toonagi]

learning to draw sonic characters for. reasons

they're so hard for me to draw their proportions are so different from how i draw anthros so i have to fight my own muscle memory ;-; this is my first somewhat successful attempt out of... a few (read: too many)

[st4rrmii]

In my hc Ben absolutely has 6 scars (three on each side) on his shoulder blades/shoulders from the monorail incident send tweet

[gigamuffinsofie]

^^the official Tom Ask reference sheet^^

[54625]

me when I'm in a mischaracterising qPac competition and my opponent is a large portion of the QSMP fanbase