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Kaledo Art
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Noah Kahan
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Misplaced Lens Cap
Sweet Seals For You, Always
EXPECTATIONS
we're not kids anymore.

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Peter Solarz
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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"what if someone regrets transitioning" if you are 18 or over in free country usa you can walk into any tattoo parlor and ask for a tattoo that will be on your body forever and ever and ever and they will give it to you with the understanding that if you dont like the result or you regret it later that's your fucking problem and not theirs
"unbecoming" is such a great word. bro that shit was so rude you no longer Are
us + AO3 = <3
This but make it domestic Spirk:
Maaan, this Ernest Chiriacka illustration has been in my K/S inspiration folder for over a year now!! Thank you for making this post—this was the push I needed to finally make it happen xD
✨ Full size on AO3 ✨
tumblr is the website for if you're just someone's weird sister
When my son was about to turn two, strangers would offer condolences. There’s a collective cultural dread of toddlers, who get described more like animals than people. Kids in their "terrible twos," I was warned, are illogical, unregulated, and feral. "Good luck," people would say. "He'll grow out of it."
I'm lucky: My son is a very easygoing kid. But I remember the first tantrum he threw for me. He was standing by our front door and asked to go outside. So I opened the door and grabbed his shoes. But as soon as he stepped onto the porch, he pointed back into the house.
"Inside," he said.
"Okay," I said. I picked him up and brought him inside.
But as soon as I shut the front door, he pointed outside.
"Outside!" he said.
You know where this is going. We went back and forth, inside and outside, again and again. He got more frustrated. And I got more frustrated. Eventually he wound up straddling the threshold of our house, sobbing. When I tried to comfort him, he screamed at me. "You go wherever you want!" I said. He just got madder. I felt trapped, convinced he’d concocted the whole episode as a pretext to unleash his rage at me. It was ridiculous. I consoled myself with the thought that he was just being a toddler.
But later I kept thinking about him wailing at our front door, one foot inside, one foot outside. His misery wasn't unreasonable, or trivial, or silly. My son was experiencing the agony of wanting two things that were impossible to have at the same time. What a fundamentally human sorrow! My son wasn't being a toddler; he was being a person. Adults may not walk around howling, but that same pain rages within us. In that moment, as a father, I was powerless to solve my son's problem. I told him he could go wherever he wanted, but of course I was wrong. To be where he wanted was impossible.
Make Believe: On Telling Stories to Children by Mac Barnett
i think we are long overdue for a game that does the reverse of 90s first person shooters and actively makes fun of the player for picking the hard difficulty
heres kinda what i mean
day one after changing sheets: ok im gonna kick my bad habits i won't eat in bed or leave knives or scissors or lighters in bed I'll have only normal bed things in my bed and I'll change the sheets more often too
day two after changing sheets: oh yeah this half eaten bundt cake is sleeping with me tonight
if you want to actually start to end homelessness, you need to give homeless people unconditional homes, including when we use them to do drugs or sit around drinking. either housing is unconditional or it isn’t
someone sitting at home alone, an active alcoholic, squandering your charity, drinking all day is better situation than a street homeless alcoholic. someone using drugs in your charity house is better than them doing the same w no shelter
most of you would not like most street homeless people, I definitely don’t and didn’t when I was street homeless. for every one person who uses unconditional shelter to turn themselves around, someone else will do jack shit and very slowly, if ever, work through the issues that made them homeless, will maybe never be able to live independently. still better than street homelessness, still worth doing. ultimately either you believe that shelter should be universal or you don’t
homeless people actually can’t be rehabilitated if you want to end homelessness. we either affirm the right to shelter for the worst drunken, lying, filthy, cheating, self destructive homeless people that exist, genuinely irredeemable wankers, or we concede that shelter is not a right
This post is the distilled essence of everything I believe in.
one of us always eat hot chip and the other one always lies
i dont care if Monday's lit. Tuesday Wednesday touch my clit. Thursday i don't give a shit. it's Friday I'm in love
a book should be $5 a little drink should be $2 and museum access should be free and all hours
this may be too sexy for main but i find the erotica trope of a person masturbating to their crush and getting caught because they moaned said crush’s name out loud to be overused and frankly, kinda unsexy in comparison to narratively exploring the shame and guilt that comes with masturbating to someone you’re not sure is even attracted to you. It’s more interesting to explore the way a character might be a little disgusted with themselves after cumming quickly just thinking about someone who might not even give them the time of day. sure, there is no actual harm in masturbating to someone, it doesn’t hurt anyone- but we are creatures prone to guilt and i do love when erotica contains some bonus self loathing and baggage. (because i am a freak for deeply unhealthy mindsets) a character who had a strict or religious upbringing may be particularly interesting to explore this with. Are they unable to look their crush in the eyes after? do they feel sick to their stomach with their hand down their pants but also kind of… giddy? do they like how it feels wrong? do they only do it once or do they make a guilty habit out of it? ohhh it could be so good. they don’t need to be moaning and making a show of it, they can do it quietly and secretly and then cry so hard they throw up after if you’re a freak like that
you're "subbing" to watch a girl "stream" and "twitch"? ive heard enough