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kaoru sakurayashiki you will always be famous
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I was punched and pepper sprayed by cops that my university administration set on student protesters yesterday. Including once where a cop ripped my mask off my face, grabbed my jaw, and sprayed pepper sprayed straight into my mouth. The university sent out an alert in the middle of our protest canceling classes for the rest of the day, only citing “adverse conditions”. After protesters dispersed under threat of even more violence and three buses of riot police from all over the state with rubber bullets and bully sticks parked in front of one our school’s famous landmarks. I staggered over to a couple of friends who were watching on the sidelines. They gave me water and an apple and held a bag of ice on my very pepper spray irritated face. As they were walking me back to my dorm we ran into one of their roommates. She had taken cancelled classes as an opportunity to get crumbl cookie with her friends. Standing in front of her, happy in a floral blouse with her box of cookies, in my pepper spray and water soaked tshirt, keffiyeh sadly hanging off my shoulder, holding an ice pack to my mouth, felt like a slap in the face.
After putting my pepper spray soaked clothes, shoes, and keffiyeh in a plastic bag and taking an extraordinarily painful shower, a friend and I went for dinner just off campus. There we had a pot of green tea and ramen to soothe pepper sprayed throats. We got ice cream after (shared a cup with chocolate and raspberry pomegranate with strawberry pieces on top, it was very good). From our spot outside the ice cream place we watched a steady stream of groups of sorority girls in matching jeans shorts and blue bikini tops walking back to their apartments after some apparently raucous parties. The cognitive dissonance was insane. I really felt a little like I was going crazy.
Even this morning, waking up to the smeared sharpie of the National Lawyer’s Guild’s phone number on my arm, a black and blue chest from where a grown man straight up clocked me while I was held up by two other protesters in a wall, and a still sore throat and eyes from the pepper spray, life goes on like normal. I still have final papers to write and a math exam to review for.
I’m not sure I really have a point. But, this feeling only makes me want to fight harder for a free Palestine. So, fuck Israel for being an apartheid state and all of their crimes over the last 76 years. Fuck university administration for not disclosing their level of investment in Israel. Fuck university administration for not divesting from this genocide. Fuck Joe Biden for actively supporting this genocide. And fuck the police.
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i miss my gay skaters
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i am sorry for the woman i am today and im sorry for the woman i will become when mirador officially releases their songs
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It is an absolutely DEVASTATING day to be in Jake lane…..send your Jake laners thoughts and prayers pls
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suing for emotional damages😐
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voice so raw and delicious 🏴‍☠️⚔️
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actually jizzing in my pants rn because he looks so pretty his hair is perfect and his outfit is slaying and I see that titty bro I’m going crazy goodnight
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I constantly think about the quote (literally no idea what it’s from) I read once about how teenage girls want to fuck their band guy idols because it’s the closest they can get to wanting to BE their band guy idols. Like damn… way to recontextualize my entire adolescence with 1 sentence
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can't stop thinking about how close andrew was to being in a body drake had never touched. he was not stable by any means but did he in some futile moment think he was protected if only from him? did he think the worst was past him? did he take comfort in the fact that he was older and stronger now? knowing andrew, he probably never wasted him time in thinking about comfort as a permanent thing. but what about that part of him that craved to be untouchable, that built himself a reputation of being the most dangerous person in a room? reduced to being that vulnerable child again did he lose the momentary fragments of hope that had whisked their way into his hands?
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if you're an adult man with natural blonde hair that's a sign from nature to show that there's something deeply evil going on with you like the brightly colored frogs
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girlhood is touching your necklace whenever you feel nervous
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I’m going to unlearn shame *bursts into tears and beats my head against a brick wall*
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was rereading dark heir for torture reasons today and noticed something i hadn't before, when James asks Will to kiss him Will thinks "it was more tempting than the collar"
more tempting than THE COLLAR?! than the literal magical device that tethers them together?!
if this isn't proof of their love being real idk what is
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"Hello, lover."
I made the mistake with this one to change the lighting half way through the painting which always messes with the values and colors, but oh well. Sometimes a painting doesn't go the way you want to and then you got to let it go. But I still like the overall comp and all that, so you get to see it, haha. Maybe I manage to be a bit clearer in terms of values with that extra painting that I have planned for this scene, because this scene is just too good to only get one.
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