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every few months i remember how cool his design is

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ATTENTION ALL GIRLS AND LADIES: if you walk from home, school, office or anywhere and you are alone and you come across a little boy crying holding a piece of paper with an address on it, DO NOT TAKE HIM THERE! take him straight to the police station for this is the new 'gang' way of rape. The incident is getting worse. Warn your families. Reblog this so this message can get accross to everyone.

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"It's not that deep, let people drink coffee" It's not that deep? more than 30k people have been killed over the course of six months. the next generation of Palestinians is going to have birth defects because on average, 10 kids a day become amputees. premature births have increased by 20-30 percent. 13 libraries containing old and important texts have been burnt down. people are actively trying to erase a whole culture and drive them away from their homes. a university that is more than 1000 years old has been reduced to a pile of rubble. more children have been killed daily than in the holocaust. Palestinians, even if they don't currently live in Palestine, are going to have trauma over this. this is the most well-recorded genocide ever witnessed and yet it is still going on.

all this but you can't stop buying far-too-expensive and shitty coffee from a multimillion-dollar company that is funding the group responsible for this genocide? grow up and start to realise that you, even as one person, have the power to affect a company because when you start, you will somehow influence the people around you. and there are way better and cheaper places to buy coffee from.

so, yes. it is that deep.

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Precious

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when i made this canvas, it was to draw something soft

but then this came out, so i guess its as soft as my hands will let me draw today

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hello this is seriousness moment.

i really hate to do this but I have reached a desperation point. i need 230 dollars to make some stupid necessary paperwork if I want to progress in life. so for insight I am still unemployed, sadly my country is going through some shit in an almost civil war where getting a job is nearly impossible ( it was hard already now it's worse ). i can't possibly ask my parents for money because the government has no money to pay salaries meaning me n my family are living w 5 dollars a week,,, yaay. but anyways, I am applying to scholarships/remote works, sadly they need proof of me having a proper English level trough a goddamn expensive test ( adding proof bellow ) and yes 230$ is way too much for my low class economy ass. ( wanted to start a go found me but it's not available in my country?!? that's not very nice of them )

here's my kofi! if you can donate I would appreciate it immensely, don't feel pressured though even a reblog could help me so so much! if you've read this far thank you and I love you. ( willing to do commissions tho but my writing isn't that good waaa ) promise that when I get rich I'll pay yall back 😔

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day 395 of drawing spamton every day until deltarune chapter 3

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Got it siiiurrrr

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mother🤲

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award-winning palestinian children's illustrator baraa awoor writes:

"what use is it to be an illustrator of children's books when the world has sentenced the children of your country to the death penalty, to vanish, to genocide?"

some of baraa's illustrations:

this is an illustration for youssef, whose mother is remembered running desperately into the hospital asking if anyone had seen a "small white boy with beautiful curly hair, his name is youssef," a description which was remembered by millions when she finally identified his body:

this illustration is for young omar, who was hugging his little brother and teaching him how to repeat the shahada after him (a prayer spoken by muslims before their death) as he lay on his hospital bed:

"we want a new year that doesn't kill us or our children, we want it a year without blood, without screaming, without pain, we want a new attempt to get our lives back, or something that resembled our life, even if life is a lie we still cling to it, return life to us—a new year's card unlike any other year:"

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Happy New Year!!

Starting off 2024 with a dragon and some bunnies.

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sucking diluc off in public is my dream

cw. oral (male! receiving), throatfucking, public syx, fem! reader

the way diluc was whenever you two were intimate with each other was exactly how he was in real life, entirely merciless when he craved to pleasure you, but reserved when it's you doing it to him— when you suddenly realize he's been rubbing against his clothed bulge ever so often with a dizzy haze in his eyes as he yearns for some relief.

"we— ugh, shouldn't," he panics at first when you guide him towards the safe area of the angels share, "if someone sees us—" and despite his previous fear of being caught with his dick literally down your throat and his panta down, there's a pleasurable burn crawling over his groin when your mouth presses into him until your nose tickles his base, and the way he looks at you was needy, and a little wild and exciting.

diluc watches with both attention and interest as you leisurely pull back to suckle on his tip, your tongue continuously kitty licking at the underside of his cock, both your frames veiled away in the sheltered upstairs area of his tavern where customers couldn't spot you.

his eyes were fully focused on you, but mostly they caught on to the borderline painful looking stretch of your lips wrapping around his thick shaft, his large hand caressing the back of your head as you guide your mouth lower.

"angel, fuck— you feel so so good," his voice was continuously breaking under the weight of your plump lips wrapping and molding into his shape and shit— he loves seeing you like this, eager to tease him and the fact that he was the only person you'd do this to sent his body in a frenzy.

you're both so filthy— adventurous for doing this right now, and every time he hears the pesky noises from downstairs, be it the clashing of cups or the loud yells of drunk customers, his thighs violently shake under your touch when you bring his attention back with a harsh stroke of your head bobbing down.

you look up at him, hollowing out your cheeks and swirling your tongue over the tip as you pull back, making his muscles scream for more of this, more relief as you manage to give him more.

diluc wasn't necessarily the loudest whenever you were intimate with each other, while now for the first time, he has to be quiet in order to keep your bodies sheltered from someone catching up on the two of you. despite the soft grunts that will sometimes rumble in his chest, he keeps himself silent, but finds himself in trouble when you're  trying harder and harder to take inch after inch, his body reacting when your throat flexes whenever you attempt to taste more of him.

he is just so warm and big in your mouth it fizzles your eyes with tears— and your throat just loved the stretch of his member, or his musky scent invading your nostrils and taking claim of your delirious mind.

you love every bit of what was going on and so did he— from the calloused hand on the back of your head holding you against his dripping cock, to his tip hitting the back of your throat over and over whenever you let him fuck your mouth like he wanted to, and not to forget the friction from your digits suddenly sliding down south to push between your thighs rubbing together, relieving yourself off any bit of the tension going on within your wet sex aching for him.

"jus... like that doll," he hisses at you, "so good, fuck—,"

he's digging his fingers into your head and holds you down on his erection as you gulp filthily around him, your messy spit oozing from the sides of your mouth and dribbling down from your chin to the wooden floor, smearing across not only yourself but his pants as well.

his cock twitches when you squeeze his balls and massage them in your palm, his shaft thickening in a way that you can evidently taste it on your tongue as he cums with a silent cry of your name, his greedy seed spilling hot inside of you as he continues to throatfuck you.

you press your fingernails into the flesh of his muscular thighs as you swallow his gift, and diluc groans at the sight, his eyes open wide after having himself lost in the hot tightness of your mouth.

you whimper around his shaft, barely— a vibration so pathetic that he glances down at you sheepishly, his cock still crowded into your wet mouth as you meet his gaze through doused lashes.

"you did so well, love .."

©2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

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It's a pink whale.

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i think about this a lot. what if a deaf human fell down the mountain. would he make his threatening language accessible

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Don't let him be alone with me 😭😭🙏🙏‼️

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He is not a good influence

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8th Anniversary🎊