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smiggles · 19 hours
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YOU'RE 30?!
I THOUGHT YOU WERE LIKE 22-25
AHAHAH i get that a lot. Even irl
I'll be 32 this year.
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laweyd · 7 months
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Revolutionary lesbians
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kvtnisseverdeen · 5 months
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after 9/11, my mom had her hijab ripped off her head. muslim-american communities were shattered due to the american government suspecting every muslim in america of terrorism and subjecting them to interviews and even deportation. i was in school afraid to embrace my religion because islam was being equated to terrorism. i was bullied for being a muslim and constantly called a terrorist. and let's not forget the millions of muslims that were killed and displaced because of the war on terror. MILLIONS.
it took years for muslims to feel "normal" again. of course, we still felt the uncomfortable stares and the subtle islamophobia. but it was so subtle. we almost forgot it was there.
and now, we're back to straight-forward, blatant islamophobia:
a 6-year-old muslim palestinian boy was stabbed 26 times
rashida tlaib is being censured and her colleague openly said 'all of them’ when a democrat asked how many dead palestinians will be enough?
van jones said to take a stand against muslims at a pro-israel rally
there were 1,283 reports of anti-arab and anti-muslim bias since oct 7 which is a 216% percent increase from last year
pro palestinian protestors are being called terrorists and terrorist-supporters
celebrities like amy schumer, brett gelman, karlie kloss, noah schnapp + more are spreading lies and propoganda against muslims
this is why its so frustrating to me when celebs like noah schnapp and amy schumer are sitting in there million dollar penthouses saying they're "scared." no, you have nothing to be afraid of. the world governments are clearly standing with YOU and protecting YOU. muslim women wearing a hijab are scared. muslim mothers and fathers are scared. muslims that can't openly practice their faith are scared.
muslims have been suffering in their own countries AND in america. we've always been afraid. how can we not when a muslim child was stabbed 26 times, simply because he was muslim? how can we not when people are asking to take a stand against muslims? how can we not when a genocide is happening and no one is doing anything to stop it?
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astrowarr · 5 months
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i just watched scott's session 7 and noticed a pattern: every single person forgot about grian.
grian hasn't been caught yet, cleo and scott establish. barely a minute later, scott is leading cleo and bigb by the hands to his secret spot and saying "i think we're the last three." like the name has slipped right out of his hands.
as etho tells the other zombies that no, actually, he doesn't want to kill cleo, it occurs to him suddenly. "actually, i kind of want grian to succeed on this, don't i? he's my teammate," he says, not like he doesn't care for grian, but like he's shocked he even forgot in the first place. (seconds later, he lifts his gaze to the sky, and he sees where grian is hiding. he's the only one who sees. he carries this secret with him as he watches grian run, an apology of sorts; sorry I forgot. I hope this makes it better.)
but it got me thinking: this is what grian does, isn't it? even since 3rd life, where he hid in the shadow of scar, whose face was always, always in the light, as he burrowed under doorways, covered in redstone and days-old blood. no one thinks of him as scar sells them the coffins grian will put them in.
grian has mastered the art of becoming nothing. he's so nothing, in fact, that his presence glances off the skin of even his friends. his name slips away from them. he disappears time and time again, falling through their fingers like sand. there are brief moments: "where's grian?" someone asks, but their blood is boiling and their fingers are itching. the image is a mirage and the sand crumbles at their fingertips. it's gone as soon as it comes; back to cleo, green cleo, uninfected cleo.
a reminder, perhaps from the universe itself. he is nothing but a ghost of a memory, a whisper of a promise. this is by design. the universe is telling him this, as it strings grian up limb by limb: you were only ever meant to watch.
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stil-lindigo · 7 months
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warmth.
a comic about not being alone.
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applestruda · 7 months
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The goobers at the end of liml
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thunderbottle · 8 months
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cutepotatook · 9 months
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It's like almost 5 am, but I'm waiting for an update........
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"I want to headcanon a character as demi or ace so I chose Astarion"
But Wyll is right there??? Astarion has a huge trauma arc about reclaiming his sexuality but here is Wyll who says he prefers dancing over sex and won't even agree to it until you agree to marry him like that is RIPE for some ace or demi headcanoning
"I want to hc a character as Trans and I chose Astarion"
Wyll is the most Trans coded character and even got kicked out of his home by his father for a choice he made about himself that he doesn't regret why not use that plot line hghgkvh
Why not Wyll I'm just
He's right there
Like u do u I'm not gonna rag on anyone's chocies but WYLL IS RIGHT THERE
I know Asty is popular I'm just flabbergasted that Wyll isn't the face of these headcanons and AU's and stuff he fits the archetypes so well ahsgdhdhdhdjfh
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frostleni · 2 months
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Goodbye Kiss
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motorclty · 2 months
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crxmes · 11 months
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@crxmes
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lover-of-mine · 6 months
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applestruda · 1 year
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Seabling designs + joel
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buggachat · 1 year
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genderfluid adrien agreste who uses all pronouns
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okay thinking about someone promising they’ll make me come but only on their strap. and then them teasing me. making me grind on their knee until i’m soaked through my boxers, hearing me whimper trying to get closer to them. they’d peel off the last of my clothes, put their tongue on my nipple. their hands pushing my knees apart. i feel my wetness already.
finally they touch me. they moan at my wetness and i moan at their touch. they hear me and smile and give me more pressure. let me grind on their fingers. they work their way down my body, kissing my sternum, my side, my hips. i’m begging - please. please. their lips wrap around my clit, their tongue working me. i tilt my hips to give them more. soon i can feel myself building up. i try to breathe to steady myself, to release the tension. to be good. so i continue begging. they ask: please what? what would you like? and i answer: please fuck me. please fuck me. i need your strap. hovering over my clit, they taunt me. is that right? you need my cock? you need me to fuck you? and now all i can say is yes. yes. yes.
slowly, so slowly, they withdraw their touch from me and leave me sensitive and shaking. i watch while they pull on the harness. they push their cock into my mouth. i know they love watching it push between my lips. i moan around it.
finally they flip me around, again keeping my legs open. lining up their cock on me. they watch me pulse as they tease my clit with the head of it. i want to wrap myself around them but they stop me: they say, can you be patient for me? let me take my time? a shiver runs through my body. yes. i can give them anything they want. i’m shaking, and they’re pushing in, slowly, watching the length of the strap sink in. watching the small jerks of my hips as i contain myself to not just pull them deeper. the sound i make when they bottom out is wanting, hungry, obscene. finally i hook my legs behind them and pull them closer, finally my hands move to their back and scratch them. i can’t help but say i love you. forehead to forehead, feeling the depth of them inside me. they pull their face away from mine just enough to meet my gaze. i tell them how good they feel, i’m whining and can barely finish a sentence. they look at me and they say, i know baby. i know. i got you.
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