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nobody:

half full water bottle left behind on the floor of a public bus: *rolls around*

thejoanglebook-deactivated20210

OP is an optimist

tucsonfog

anglaised

im starting to think fandoms dont like women

gayestoffense-deactivated202601

Or queer men unless they exist solely to indulge your fetish and not be treated like real people

anglaised

i was talking about women actually

bitethebullets

the loss of the audio jack is due to puritan culture hating on penetration

victusinveritas

There's more:

sun-marie

"When will you leave me?"

ever since i first read this scene i knew i'd end up drawing it 🥲

theelfdruid

ID: a painting of Kelsier and Vin from Mistborn, locked in a pained embrace. Vin's face is buried in Kelsier's shoulder, with both of his arms—significantly larger than Vin's—wrapped around her shoulders and back, with his scars from Hathsin obvious along them. Vin clutches his shirt. Kelsier's expression is regretful, mournful. They are surrounded in a gentle mist, obscuring the background around them. The caption, spoken by Kelsier, reads, "Oh, child... I'm sorry." End ID.

i-m-snek

Soft 🌸

owlyjules

Wisptober Day 14: Layers

“A young woman cloaked in layers upon layers of colourful shawls wanders the empty streets of an emptier city. She dances nimbly through the odd spires sprouting from the pavement and hums a sort of hissing tune.”

ALMOST CAUGHT UP! Going to post todays one in a few hours.:)

coolerhope

Every time Hoid makes an appearance in a book, my brain immediately just thinks of this post

expressions-of-nature

White Sands National Park, New Mexico by Ben Hatten Bach

expressions-of-nature

by Vitaly Streltsov

wonderingcheese

<3

(Full pics below!)

estrogenesis-eeveeangelion

no animal was harmed during the making of this video. not one. for the few minutes that we were shooting film, the guns of each hunter fell silent. the industrial bolt throwers observed a moment's peace and the jaws of every predator hung softly open. no fish bit any hook and the bait worms held off on drowning only until the cameras stopped. the tails of ruminants ceased to flick just as their attendant flies, in unison, landed on their flanks to catch their tiny breaths. a spider instantly stopped winding silk around a wasp, patiently waiting for the caesura to end. a young veterinarian paused with the syringe in their hand. somewhere, a colicky baby stopped biting its mother's nipple and nursed happily for the very first time. we're sorry. we're sorry it couldn't have been longer. we didn't know this would happen.