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women's thighs. you agree. reblog.
dont store a knife with the point facing down, it damages the blade. no, dont do that either. when you store it with the point facing up you might accidentally hurt yourself when you try to grab it. dont store a knife at all actually. your blade must never leave your hand, always ready, ruthless and waiting. you know deep down that ever since you learned the stench of blood you will never be able to cast it aside. or just get a sheath for it i guess.
Blocked by mr and mrs freaky deaky doo... becomes old and withers away
once you realize you don’t actually need to sleep, you can really (stops talking abruptly and stares straight ahead for 4 minutes)
The illusion of choice
ortega cheesing on her rangers ID photo
saw someone mix up "abysmal" and "abyssal" today, so as a reminder:
her skills are abysmal = she is unskilled
her skills are abyssal = her abilities draw upon the forbidden power of the dark void
Im not my blorbo's defence lawyer. I'm their rich mom at parent night and for the money I'm paying this place, my little darling treasure gets to bite as many classmates as they like
before pride month ends does anyone wanna admit they have a crush on me
posting this on the first day of june so you all have plenty of time to gather your nerves and whatnot
i’m like a clown that no one hired or pays
if I feel like absolutely torturing rocky then I sometimes like to imagine a scenario on erid where a few months into The Scurvy Era grace sits him down like "hey pal. there's a chance that the scientists here won't figure out how to meet my nutritional needs any time soon. I would love it if they can! but it might not happen. and I don't want to die very slowly and painfully of starvation. now listen to me. ideally I don't want to die at all. but more than that. I do not want to die. of starvation. I don't need anything from you to help with this, I can address it on my own, but if this becomes a real problem then I am going to solve it. Do You Understand What I Am Saying Right Now." and rocky isn't even allowed to immediately become evil about it.
I was trying to attempt some smut writing, it was supposed to be cute and fluffy and drama-free, where did this come from.
"Wait." It's dragged out of her before she can stop herself. She's not supposed to say that. She's not supposed to try to stop it. But the hands pull away and he sits beside her. "Morgan?" His eyes and tone are soft with concern, and— there's his mind, gentle and warm. The static fades away again and she forces herself to breathe. It's only Danny. He won't let anything happen to her. "Do you want to stop?" Morgan thinks about it. Takes a moment to revel in the choice. "No," she decides at last, reaching for his hands where he's set them in his lap. "I want—" you, "—this. Just…" she adds, staring down at his hands in hers, sweeping her thumb across his knuckles to feel the way his grip tightens. "Stay where I can see you?" "Of course." He moves slowly as he frees one hand and raises it to her cheek. Deliberately so, giving her time to pull away if she needs to, and she's not sure whether that's endearing or infuriating. She's not fragile, but she can feel her heart hammering in her chest and her hands threatening to shake and it… helps, when he pauses an inch away and waits for her to nudge her cheek into his palm on her own. When he waits for her nod before he leans in to kiss her.
THE IDEAL MALE BODY
I fucking love this photo
EVERYONE STOP TELLING ME HOW OLD YOU WERE IN 2008 I DONT WANNA HEAR THAT SHIT
when you’re already in a bad mood and then you see a man with a stupid fucking mustache
this sucks so bad i need to [remembers suicide jokes only worsen my mental health] go join my friends on the barricade