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where's the pause button || 24 || any pronouns, call me marvin (or eva)

[eeeev-aa]

i just wanna see my tags:

[interestingmistakes]

Reblogging this manually. Op doesn't want credit for fear of being terminated.

[perriaeyjeve]

[dirtshrines]

Trinkets, Taipei, Taiwan8.24.07 by The Kozy Shack

[gawkyghoul]

Let’s goooo spirit stein furries

[weepingwidar]

Kirsten Deirup (American, 1980) - Gaze (2026)

[charl0ttan]

stove top role playing game

[hellenhighwater]

Well I've spent the last three hours using leather salvaged from the upholstery of my aunt's couch to make Mayhem a custom harness. Mayhem gets it because I don't know what I'm doing and is the most tolerant of fitting, out of the three cats. Lots of experimental sewing and foiling and patterns!

[hellenhighwater]

I shaved a liiiiittle bit of extra material off around the collar, but as you can tell, it's quite soft and she's just got a lot of fluff.

[strangledplanet]

[boccher]

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fix the past

build the future

Voting ended onApr 17

[unyieldingsilence]

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[dragon-in-a-fez]

does the body ALWAYS have to keep the score? maybe we could just have a friendly game this time. maybe we can just have fun without putting numbers on it

[piratedllama-art]

Quarters only, please [x]

(done in procreate)

[wanderingnelipot]

[warmfigure]

i am massively overdue for a very very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy

[unlettered-heathen]

reblog to give prev a very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy

[jamzbug]

[tewiz]

[ansitru]

Forg 🐸

[apoemaday]

Telling My Father

by James Crews

I found him on the porch that morning, sipping cold coffee, watching a crow dip down from the power line into the pile of black bags stuffed in the dumpster where he pecked and snagged a can tab, then carried it off, clamped in his beak like the key to a room only he knew about. My father turned to me then, taking in the reek of my smoke, traces of last night’s eyeliner I decided not to wipe off this time. Out late was all he said. And then smiled, rubbing the small of my back through the robe for a while, before heading inside, letting the storm door click shut behind him. Later, when I stepped into the kitchen, I saw it waiting there on the table—a glass of orange juice he had poured for me and left sweating in a patch of sunlight so bright I couldn’t touch it at first.