#you don’t get both

[laineystein]

Nu some of y’all have no idea what a two-state solution would actually look like. You’re living in delulu land. You’re not from here, you have no real stake in any of this, and it shows. Two-state means separate. We’re not sharing shit. Our army will never be their army. We’re not splitting expenses. You want your own country? Figure it the fuck out like every nation before you has.

[stargirldotcom]

you either had a nintendo dsi as a kid or your parents are still together

[fly-chicken]

A Pragmatic and surprisingly comforting perspective about the Trump 2nd Presidency from the ACLU

***Apologies if this is how you found out the 2024 election results***

Blacked out part is my name.

I’m not going to let this make me give up. It’s disheartening, and today I will wallow, probably tomorrow too

AND

I will continue to do my part in my community to spread the activism and promote change for the world I want to live in. I want to change the world AND help with the dishes.

And I won’t let an orange pit stain be what stops me from trying to be better.

A link to donate to the ACLU if able and inclined. I know I am

[chloesimaginationthings]

William Afton is very normal about his wife in FNAF

[biboomerangboi]

Hua Cheng essentially cockblocking himself for possibly all of eternity will literally never not be the funniest thing MXTX ever wrote.

Xie Lian was pretty much completely in love with him the second he saw those lanterns (and completely oblivious about it) and then we get the wonderful first kiss underwater moment and Xie Lian is basically drawing hearts around Hua Cheng every time he sees him. While like quietly dying cause he literally has no idea what to do with it. Like at this point he doesn’t even really understand that he is head over heels totally gone for this man.

Until Hua Cheng is like I have a beloved I just haven’t won them over yet. Which he thinks is perfectly reasonable because his self esteem is the worst and he doesn’t understand how he could have won Xie Lian over yet. (He’s only on step 22 of his Marrying Dianxia 3000 step Master Plan ((that he debates throwing out on a regular basis because he doesn’t deserve to even dream about wanting Xie Lian)). So course he’s like yeah I have this wonderful noble beautiful beloved I just haven’t won them over yet wink wink nudge nudge.

But Xie Lian is like oh of course obviously I don’t deserve nice things and fuck I actually wanted him so badly I’m actually in love with him and now I will resign myself to never being happy for his sake. (Their combined self esteem is truly a so low it’s a hole in the ground which is hilarious because they think the other person is to good for them and unattainable forever because they literally have the same neurosis.) So he starts boxing up his feelings forever constantly wanting Hua Cheng and feeling guilty about it and literally dying inside because he wants Hua Cheng like he’s never wanted anyone.

Like essentially books 3 and 5 only happen because Hua Cheng has now cursed them both by saying he has a beloved because Xie Lian believes he isn’t wanted and therefore any nice thing Hua Cheng does is just him being nice and not Hua Cheng pulling out steps 23-34 of his plan thinking he still hasn’t won Xie Lian over. (He has he so has but he shot himself in the foot so badly it’s painful to read).

Like thank the Gods Hua Cheng is so unhinged and created the cave of 10000 Gods cause Xie Lian would literally be at his own wedding to Hua Cheng still convinced he wanted someone else and this was in fact a thing they were doing to solve a case together otherwise.

Like he needed something that unhinged to put 2 and 2 together otherwise he never would have caught on he’s Hua Cheng’s beloved. Meanwhile Hua cheng is like 🥺 he’s going to think I’m a weirdo now and I’m only on step 50 of the plan 🥺 like the two of them wouldn’t have been fucking nasty 2 books ago if he just kept his mouth shut and didn’t cockblock himself so violently.

[arkangelo-7]

Let’s be honest, the only thing funnier than Dick and Bruce trying to co-parent Damian is Dick, Bruce, and Jason trying to co-parent Damian.

[inkdrinkerworld]

Spencer doesn’t know when the habit had developed, but it had.

You’re standing next to him while your relationship was still a BAU best kept secret, in the kitchenette and almost softly and absentmindedly, his nose brushes your shoulder when no one is looking, his lips following soon after.

That was offense number one (not that you minded.)

Number two came when you were upset, stressed beyond belief from playing politics in the BAU and trying to keep them from another court scandal.

Spencer was reading the file over your shoulder- a list of the BAU’s shortcomings in the words of Erin Strauss- and at your stressed sigh his nose presses into the material of your blazer and then his lips follow.

“I’m sorry angel.” You shake your head at his words.

“Not your fault, Spence. They hired me to play politics but they’re stretching things too far. It’s all a bunch of hypotheticals and exaggerations.”

Spencer knows what it’s like, he’s been under the criticism before with the rest of his team, he’s seen what it can do to be under the microscope like this.

“I can bring you a sugar donut from the kitchen.” You smile, leaning your head back over your chair and onto his chest.

“You’re the best ever.” Spencer rolls his eyes as he kisses your forehead.

“I’ll be back before you know it.”

Emily sees the next time it happens and she honestly can’t believe her eyes.

Spencer abhors public displays of affection, he really really does. Everyone knows it, and yet you’re sleepy on the jet, already in your pyjamas as you sit beside him.

Despite Strauss’ plan for you to divulge information about the team, they’d all come to love you and your fierce protection of them.

You’re one of them; even before you’d gotten with Spencer.

“Just close your eyes,” Spencer murmurs, his own eyes heavy, but he wants you to sleep first. You’d not been having the best time in Oklahoma with them, you’d been up the majority of the week helping them with the case and keeping the legalities between the jurisdictions and the statue of limitations on some of the evidence.

A yawn tears through your words, “I just wanna finish my tea, Spence.” Spencer hums, watches you take a few more sips of your peppermint tea and then reach for your bag. You tug a thin blanket from it and drape it over your legs.

“You okay, mama?” Derek asks as he sips his bourbon. You turn your head, that sluggish feeling of moving through mud filling your head.

“Tired, dunno how you guys aren’t.”

JJ laughs, “We all slept babe, you were the only one trooping through.”

You shrug, Spencer’s hand tucks between your cheek and shoulder. Emily pretends to be busy pouring her own bourbon while everyone else goes about their own wind down routines, she sees the ease with which Spencer’s nose presses into the hill of your shoulder and then his kiss imprints on the same spot.

You melt under the affection too, a sticky and gooey as your face leans into his palm and your eyes shut.

“Alright, Spence.” She whispers, smiling a little as Spencer strokes your hair and your eyes become heavier.

[lass-us-slay]

So I read a prompt about how Wonder Woman found Danny in a trash can (don’t remember which one) and I was bored.

So I took that lil info and made it into an AU.

So basically, Danny get yeeted into this unknown universe and has no where to live. And no where to live means no money. No money means no food. No food means Danny can’t keep his human half sustained.

So what does he do?

Decides to not change into a human and live in a trash can.

Yes you heard that right, live in a trash can.

Because he’s a ghost, he doesn’t have to worry about the germs and stuff. But that doesn’t mean he lives in just any trash can! He lives in a clean one ☝️

AND he also decorated it with his name so other people know it’s his!

And so Danny has been here for a while now and realizes

Holy shit there’s hero’s here- you know what, why doesn’t he have hero’s back home?!

And being minorly annoyed jealous (but he’s never admitting that)he thought:

Well since there’s hero’s here already, guess I’m not needed.

.

.

.

Good. I’m tired af

And so Danny caries on his life, being content with his trash can and scaring whoever comes into his alley. It’s fun. Sure he sometimes needs to ugh overshadow people to feed his human side, but other than that.

It’s going great.

But Danny doesn’t realize that with Amity gone (or smth, you choose) which was his haunt, he slowly makes the trash can into his new haunt.

And slowly but surely, Danny’s beloved haunt trash can starts to become other worldly kinda.

Yk because of the ectoplasm.

So now Danny’s lovely trash can haunt has more space inside and- Hey Danny can actually sleep in it better!! And he got some company too!

In the form of blob ghosts.

Two actually.

They keep his trash can clean and help purifying some corrupted ectoplasm that he finds. Because for some reason this universe’s ectoplasm seems half way artificial and tastes a bit weird. Which is where the blob ghosts help out in.

Everything was great.

Danny was loving the trash can life style.

He has two blob ghosts friends. Which he named Sam and Tucker, and yea they couldn’t talk but that was fine.

He wasn’t lonely, he wasn’t. He had two very much talking friends like Sam and Tucker.

However one day two weirdly dressed people- oh they were hero’s.

Well anyway they found him, one woman stripper and one furry guy.

But it was on accident! He was just peaking out of his beloved haunt trash can, and they spotted him.

He stared, they stared back.

Then the woman stripper asked him questions, even when he said:

“Don’t mind me, have a nice day!”

But they just kept bother him and giving him weird looks and glances.

Which- rude.

Didn’t they see his mark on his haunt trash can? Obviously it means it’s his home, so they shouldn’t be bothering him still. He’s safe as can be.

Plus.

It’s not like he’s looking at them in suspicion and weirdness, I mean look at them! What kinda cheep knock off vampire fury mix and American stripper style clothing are those!

They should mind their own business!

———

Just a silly lil drawing of this lmao, don’t mind me.

[stompandhollar]

reminding everyone that the in-universe problem with The Doctor and The Master isn’t “ooo horrible nasty enemies who hate each other and don’t get along and fight all the time but are also in love”

the problem is that they get along. the problem is that they can’t stop themselves from falling naturally into a rhythm of riffing off one another and enjoying the other’s company. THAT is the problem. the problem is that it works and that’s the thing that caused all their issues. they like one another. they just click.

[astearisms]

but it ain’t called love without a little tragedy 🍁

[apostaterevolutionary]

Okay can I be a bitter Anders fan for like. Just 2 minutes here lmao

Cause bioware released some game stats for veilguard and apparently 72% of players redeemed Solas which is like. Okay yeah the game kinda pushes you towards that. But when I think of all the shit I used to have to put up with just for enjoying Anders like at all and…

(This is not me being anti-Solas, I do not care if you love or hate him, but I am gonna say what he’s done is like. Objectively worse than literally every other companion so lmao. And that’s fine! You can still enjoy him! I’m not saying you can’t and it’s important to me that people understand that! I’m just saying he did in fact do objectively morally worse things in game than Anders did and I don’t think that’s really debatable. And I can’t really make my point here without saying that but I do want to make it clear this is not some moral condemnation of Solas enjoyers cause it’s not)

Getting anon hate on the regular, being told “oh you’re allowed to like Anders as long as you regularly talk about how much he sucks”, people gleefully describing how much fun they have killing him ON your posts about the fact that you like him, the devs making jokes about shitty fates for him when fans asked innocent questions about him, the absolute audacity of his writer to say half the shit she did in interviews (about bisexuality and mental illness, most critically), and then being beaten over the head again in inquisition about how Anders is the worst character to ever exist and there’s no redemption for terrorists who lie to you one time in the entire game and he deserves death or worse and that’s it

And now… 72% of people are down to redeem the guy who lies to you for 2 games straight and who did a lot of questionable things that includes creating the fucking blight and. Like. I guess I’m glad that Solas fans can live in a world where they aren’t constantly harassed and can give their ship like. A pretty damn good ending all things considered. And that the devs love Solas and actually give the option for that happy ending and have characters go to bat for Solas throughout the game and the most annoying thing they have to see are people making scrambled egg memes. I would not wish anyone to have to deal with the shit Anders fans had to put up with back then cause it sucked. It really sucked. And I’m glad it’s not being repeated with a different character, if nothing else

But like. Man there really is a difference when the writers actually like the character who does the thing, huh

[sexbot300]

Making out with high!satosugu? Yes please

⤷ 18+, MDNI

Geto and Gojo always liked to stick their noses in matters that didn’t concern them.

So when you walked by, caught off guard by a pungent smell emerging from a dorm room, they took it upon themselves to sit you down on the couch.

Encased in the middle of the couch, Gojo at your right and Geto at your left, it all felt too hazy. Geto manspread his huge body, arm behind you over the headrest of the couch. Gojo spreading his wide legs out, blind fold coming loose, as he stare at the ceiling taking a long drag before exhaling it. Meanwhile, body tiny, sitting cross-legged while the men unintentionally squeezed you by their larger thighs. Light music played in the back while both men passed the neatly wrapped blunt back and forth as you sat in the middle, content with the amount of times you’ve already smoked. Light, euphoric, relaxed. Just a few words to describe how it felt.

“See,” Gojo stated voice calmer than usual with his usual cocky demeanor, “not so bad.”

Geto hummed, eyes closed as his nostrils released smoke before handing it to you. “You better take some more before the idiot wastes it all.” Earning an eye-roll from Gojo, while face still displaying a smile of bliss. His long fingers handing you the brown blunt, before shaking your head slightly.

“C-cant,” you stated, voice slightly slurred. Eyes darted to Geto, blinking, “mouth feels,” gulp, “dry.”

Almost as if a light switch turned on, both of the men shared a smile that stretched impossibly wide on this faces. Their faces turning to look at one another.

“Oh yeah?” Gojo said, his voice slightly husky, smirk still evident while eyes shouted red. Geto only snickered slightly, body shaking up the couch while he stared at Gojo.

“I don’t get… ?” You said in a measly voice looking between the pair as their eyes never left one another before flicking back and forth to you. My God did they look beautiful.

“Want to know what happens when one of our mouths gets dry?” Geto states mockingly, whispering into your ear. Almost as if it’s a secret him and Gojo are dangling over your head. Sending shivers up your body, he removes his hovering lips from your ear, getting closer to Gojo’s face as they both lean in slightly. Both of their faces only inches apart, in front of your own.

Placing the blunt on his soft lips, Geto takes a long drag, slight cackling heard, the inhaling sound erupts as he keeps the smoke encased in his mouth. Gojo only grins, pink lips opening. Placing his large hand on the back of the cleanly shaven undercut of the white-haired man, Geto slowly exhales into Gojo’s mouth, cloudy smoke connecting the two.

Starstruck, watching this unfold eyes-half lidded, unaware of what’s to happen. Within a split second after Gojo inhales this smoke in, both men smash their lips into one another. Eyes fluttering closed.

Geto, moving his head right promoted Gojo to do the same. Even though under the influence, the men skillfully navigated each others mouths. Tongue traveling up and down one another as smoke escaped their joined lips. Squelches of saliva was heard as the lewd display showed men hungrily attacking one another mouths just mere inches away from your own face. Only separating to suck on one another’s tongue and going back in for more. Light pants and noises of approval sang in ears.

Separating after a solid minute. Both the men sharing a snicker, eyes still deeply looking in one another through droopy eyelids.

“Mouth dry, Satoru?”

“Nopeeeeee.”

“But you know who’s mouth, is dry?” Geto stated in a sarcastic tone, prompting both of the men to look at you.

Darting your eyes back and forth, blush heavy on your face unable to speak.

“I-I-”

“Open your mouth.” Geto stated almost like a command, your mouth opened while both men just laughed.

Squeezing both of your cheeks with his veiny fingers, Gojo titled your head up before leaning in slowly and spitting a long wad of saliva in. “Don’t swallow,” Gojo stated.

“Mhpm-” eyebrows furrowed while Geto gripped your face away from Gojo’s grasp to look directly in his gaze. “Good girl.” He flashed a toothy grin before slipping his already wet tongue in your mouth.

Hand reaching out to graze his hair, “Unh,” you gasped, while he sank his teeth on your bottom lip tugging it. Mouth agape atop of yours while sharing the same air, you both began to rapidly lap each other tongues. Hungrily, searching for any and every bit of one another while he lowly grunted in your mouth. “Mmm- ah!”

Head tilting, his large hand caressing everywhere and anywhere he can get, while your tongues snaked around one another. So warm, so hot. He tasted like the smoke, Satoru, and mint. Teeth clashing, lips glued to one another, a passion that can be smelled from miles away.

Within minutes, Gojo’s long fingers harshly gripped your chin pulling you away from Geto’s face. Panting, lips coated in a glossy sheen. “My turn,” he stated before diving his tongue headfirst in your own mouth. This kiss was messier for sure. Gojo wasted no time in becoming familiar with your mouth. Hand cradling the nap of your neck, the white-haired man angled your head in a position to forcibly suck at your tongue.

His whole mouth engulfed your tongue, sucking and licking the muscle as muffled moans and concentrated faces only focused on the bliss of the wet kiss.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, don’t be so selfish Satoru,” the other stated while purring his name. Soon enough, he was merely inches away from both your faces as you and Gojo separated only for the purpose of air. A bead of saliva connecting you both.

Almost like a bluetooth connection, all three of you, inches away from one another knew that just making out with one person wasn’t enough.

Maybe sharing a blunt and some saliva with these “besties” wasn’t the worst idea.

[otaku553]

Thoughts on being aroace

[shepscapades]

7. Lincolnshire Posy: II. — Composed by Percy Grainger, Performed by the Dallas Wind Symphony

It’s been on my mind lately that I had a lot of these Spotify song requests that I finished and never got around to posting, so I’m gonna try to chip away at posting these over the next few weeks! BUT Hi Ghost :] It’s so funny this was the song you ended up getting the number for; I had actually listened to it on loop during the deepest trenches of ranchers brainrot however many months ago, so I’m really happy I ended up being able to draw something for them!! <3 This is also the part where I expose myself for being an unashamed band kid =w= Grainger’s one of my favorite composers, so I listen to his works a lot and couldn’t help associating the really soft hopeful horns with this kind of healing period for the ranchers ;w;

I probably won’t ever really go into the details of the m-1 server’s overall plot, but I think the general vibe for m-1 ranchers is that these little moments of soft sunlight and healing bones were some of the most needed for them, so that’s why scenes like this always stand out in my mind <3 Context aside though, I think m-1 ranchers are just super sweet so!! figured I’d Full-Send share this soft doodle of them :]

[chloesimaginationthings]

would love to see any drawings/ur design on jeremy fizgerald (if u have any)!! /nf

Been working on a design, can tell me what yall think!

[aria-greenhoodie]

You see, @localcanadiancryptid22, I’m a motherfucker who LOVES drama, so I fw anything that can create that.

I’m normal. Btw. In case you were wondering.