#wide doorways

[mattlauzon]

Living Room Loft-Style in Portland Maine

An illustration of a medium-sized, modern loft-style living room with white walls.

[cecilepages]

Living Room Columbus Ideas for a mid-sized cottage formal and loft-style living room renovation with yellow walls, a light wood floor, and no fireplace or television

[quidittch]

Living Room Loft-Style Columbus Ideas for a mid-sized cottage formal and loft-style living room renovation with yellow walls, a light wood floor, and no fireplace or television

[justanotherdaywaiting]

Philadelphia Living Room Inspiration for remodeling a medium-sized open concept transitional living room with multicolored walls, no fireplace, vinyl flooring, and wainscoting.

[mothmiso]

2015 Bhutan (2) (3) (4) by Mark Huffman

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THIS PICTURE OF MY COUSIN’S DOG

(for reference this is how his ears normally are)

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Round 1; Group 1

[toastybugguy]

No transmed could ever be as powerful as a trans man who loves his tits and a trans woman who loves her penis

[alyimoss]

yknow what ive seen a lot of "gaster and chara fucking hated each other" headcanons but ive seen very little of the opposite. which to me is kinda sad bc imo its a better, more fun interpretation.

i like to imagine gaster looked at this hurt, traumatized child and saw a bit of himself in them. and so he offered them advice.

yall know the smile theory? that smiling make monsters stronger in a way? that it can stave off death, even if for a short while, etc? that *thats* the significance of it, the reason why its so tied to gaster? that could very well be the reason chara is known for their smile, too.

i nean- theyre a child who was so badly hurt they were practically obsessed with the concept of finality—a state in which they are too powerful to be hurt by anyone. i can see them not smiling almost at all when they first fell (what is there to smile about?) until they hear from gaster that a smile is protection. when you smile, others cant hurt you as bad. a smile is like armor. he smiles to stay safe because he knows all thats out there, all thats capable of harm.

and from then on chara smiles no matter what. they smile and laugh through the wordt moments. because they know now this is their armor. their protection.

i rhink they would admire gaster. his efforts for monsterkind, his advice to them. i think theyd see him as someone trustworthy (in my own personal headcanon, he knew about their and asriels plan. not fully, i mean, but he knew the lengths chara could go to. and the only reason he knew was because he would do the same. chara told him because they saw a kindred spirit)

i like to think gaster is crushed post charas death. i also like to think that, if chara remembers gaster after their "revival", *then* they would have issues. we know nothing about gaster canonically, sure, but in my own headcanon and theory world, the things he does make less and kess sense to chara, align less with their worldview and their beliefs. and only then do they clash with him. because at first he was someone they genuinely loved, someone they admired.

anyway, i think gaster thought of them almost as family. he cared for them deeply, always ready to give advice or comfort or teach them or. really anything. they would sit and talk for hours about the world and their personal philosophies and findings. i want gaster, like the dreemurrs, to be part of the loving world chara never got to experience on the surface rather than yet another enemy. you know?

[james--murray]

[a grumble comes from littlemores room, loud and gruff]

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[canadian-riddler]

anyway here's my truck

[iliketigers]

[alistairian]

Nobody in my buidling understands how an elevator works! There's only three levels! I try to make it as obvious as possible that I intend to leave the elevator by standing at the door and yet! People will try to walk right at me to get into the elevator before letting me out! It's a tiny elevator you have to let me out before you run me down with your goddamn stroller! Every fucking time!

Sometimes they don't even look first they just barrel on in while the door is just starting to open! Let me out of the fucking elevator first! I promise the elevator will not leave without you! Omg

[fatass-thembo]

Stuck:

Pushing my back against the frame, I feel the cool wood press against the softness of my flesh. My cheeks are flushed with effort and embarrassment, a heady mix that sends shivers down to my toes. I’m caught, *literally* caught in the doorway of my own home, and as I wiggle, trying to free myself, the realization of how absurd this situation is just makes me hotter.

The pink fabric of my panties stretches over the curve of my ass, straining as I press forward, trying to squeeze through. Sweat beads along my lower back, trickling down the valley of my spine as I put every ounce of effort into inching forward. It’s no use. My body, grown softer and fuller thanks to the wonders of HRT, refuses to comply.

Heat rises to my cheeks—not just from exertion—as I imagine onlookers staring at this display. Would they help? Or would they enjoy the view a little too much? The thought alone is enough to make me even more flustered.

Every time I flex, I can feel the firmness of my growing rear, my skin soft to the touch. I’m strong in some ways, but right now, I feel utterly delicate—a sensation only heightened by my evident weakness. As I strain against the immovable doorway, my panties catch on a splinter. The sound of tearing fabric is almost louder than the pounding of my heart in my ears.

A tear slowly snakes down the material, unraveling the last barrier between my exposed flesh and the cool air of the hallway. The tiny rip grows larger with each frantic movement until—finally—the delicate pink panties give way completely.

I’m flustered beyond belief, panting and blushing, and for a moment entirely forgetting to try to free myself as I process the sudden exposure. The fabric hangs in tatters from the doorframe—a pale pink flag marking my vulnerability and defeat.

But even as mortification floods me, there's an undeniable thrill that spirals deep within. Maybe... just maybe... someone would like to see just how stuck I am.

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[isa-ah]

been having some creepy stuff happen lately and who knows if it's paranormal or PTSD related ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

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