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this website lets you listen to the sounds of all different forests around the world

Reblogging again cause I tried this site last night and if you need background noise to focus this is perfect for that, I was locked the fuck in on a task. And it’s also just gorgeous to listen to

orcboxer

my elf roommate: *smoking a caterpillar*

me: Are you fucking kidding me Larius I told you to do that outside, now it's gonna smell like ass in here all day

my elf roommate: *puffs a perfect ring of smoke* What Is A Day In A Life That Lasts Centuries?

me: not everybody lives as long as you dude. put that thing away

my elf roommate: That Is Not What Thy Mother Said

me: hilarious

my elf roommate: Hello

famylee83

This man needs to be hunted for sport.

gremlinzeeeeeero

WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE MADE HIMSELF ONE TOO

000l

shrewreadings

like to charge, reblog to cast.

rocktheholygrail

sacr1ficialang3l

Heyy hi helloo,

Hope school hasn't kicked your butt yet :). I'm finaly having a little break, I was wondering..... which of the winchester brothers do you think is more likely to let you bite their bicep.

Because, you know, sometimes it's just cuteness agression but other times...it's just the biceps.

- Beach anon

BEACH ANON HIIIII

i’m surviving!!! i’m so glad you have a break<3

i genuinely think they’d both be okay with it. sammy would laugh at you and tease you about it, pretending to hiss in pain even when you’re barely biting down and accusing you of being a vamp before pulling you in for a kiss and leaving some bites of his own. he’d think it’s cute, and a little hot that you want to mark him up, but that would be it.

now. dean winchester. i genuinely feel like this man has so many issues, that just the idea of having your bite mark on him—of having a physical proof of your love and desire carved on his skin, deep enough for him to feel it every time he moves, a bruise he can press on when he misses you—would fucking drive him crazy.

you’d just press to his side and bite, and his brain would melt out of his ears. he knows you do it playfully, but god does it fuck him up. his eyes go all clouded and his breath all heavy, and then he has to sneak off to the bathroom to jerk off in the shower, digging his nails into the indents of your teeth to remember the feeling.

little does he know that you can read him like a book, and next time you’re riding him in bed, you lean in to sink your teeth into the spot between his neck and shoulder, and he cums so hard he almost passes out.

or i might just be projecting, and he’d tease you about it for hours and call you a freak with all the affection in the world.

holding-out-for-hea

I’m rewatching again, and trying to REALLY WATCH IT, without being distracted by the house, the kids, etc etc.

What hit me like a truck is that SPN has more heart than every single show on tv these days. I’m actually in a constant state of jaw dropped over this. SPN has SO much heart. Characters to truly root for. It doesn’t preach at you. It trusts its audience. I actually cried at parts, where I haven’t cried before. And I realize that this era of tv is truly over. It wasn’t self righteous or heavy handed. It was so honest. They tackled love, loss trauma, healing, anger, family, faith and devotion in a way you NEVER see anymore- with subtlety and nuance. You could relate to Sam and Dean in ways that seemed impossible because what in God’s name could we ever have in common with them? Even the side actors in MOTW eps are so amazing.

I MISS it so much. I miss feeling what I felt while watching. I miss showrunners, writers and actors who weren’t in it for ego and self aggrandizement.

Say what you want about SPN, but it’s a million times better than every other show I’ve seen for a long time.

(Sorry if you love shows these days and it seems like I blasted them 😆, but I’m missing SPN hard right now and felt like love/doom posting)

feraladoration

There HAD to be love to get these poor people through these mad situations or else they’d all just run screaming separately into the night

genderkoolaid

we need more stories about high femme prom queen types who become weird faggy guys. you haven't seen Behaviors until you've seen a repressed closeted tboy holding on to socially acceptable heterosexual femininity by the skin of his teeth

thatflutefaggot456

Me before I came out, when I did pageants and modeling.

Me after I came out, cut off my hair, bought comfortable clothes, and decided to actually wear my glasses because fuck contacts.

crematedequally

This was me the day of my junior prom. The dress weighed around 20 lbs, was the first one I tried on, and my makeup was done by someone who still thought brown lip liner looked good on white people. I spent the entire day being photographed and generally hating how I looked and wishing I could figure out why, when everything was technically perfect.

And this was me about eleven years later- two weeks after I started T in the first photo, and at around 5 months on T in the second. Much happier, married to the love of my life, and finally looking like myself!

sisceal

Such girl, very wow (pro ballet, modeling, and my first wedding)

Came out in 2016, here's nine years of transformation (in reverse order, sorry)

Turns out I'm neither a Normal Guy nor a woman, but a much weirder type of faggy masc thing.

And that's pretty great.

boygirlmeetsworld

me in my late teens/early 20s when i was having suicidal ideation every single day and had to drop out of school three times:

me in my late 20s after i cut all of my hair off realized i was transmasc and stopped having suicidal thoughts completely, have not had a psychiatric episode for the 5 years straight, and was finally able to go back to school:

i will be graduating in 2027 when im 31 and will be going to grad school afterwards and i have never loved being alive more than i do now

nattousan

oh we're doin prom pictures now?? alright bet:

went from purple prom queen to whatever the heck this is

to gay pirate

and then, finally pupating into Vsauce Michael

feraladoration

Love seeing ALL you beautiful survivors 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

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All the Things She Said - t.A.T.u

feraladoration

I still love this song

lebagelgirl

Apparently, you can't post videos in a reblog so...

Skirt go spin! <3

sweetpuddincake

Trans joy is the most beautiful thing in the world

indigo-roses-blog

🩷OP MADE HER DRESS SO YOU BETTER REBLOG!🩷

depsidase

feraladoration

Pro tip: do NOT do what ICE asks. They are bastard people with bad values & no sense of humor. 🤣

dreamyvixen

vrendahexx

feraladoration

Check your weapons at the door please.

taldigi

Hello???? Suggestions????

biglawbear

Reblog if you're overworked and underfucked

sailatina2-deactivated20251222

When your girl is sucking your penis and you feel sexual gratification 😂

ms-nonamebrandtm

when your girl is sucking on your brainis and you feel intellectual gratification 🧐

feraladoration

I would like both please

raisinchallah

sex is so boring and passe but things that are metaphorically sex but weirder will never go out of style

diaryofandnwoman

Rebecca Solnit wrote those words as a quiet challenge to a pattern many women know too well.

She noticed how often women are asked to wait, to absorb, to understand, to smooth over situations shaped by decisions they never made.

She saw how patience becomes a requirement rather than a choice, how calmness is praised while discomfort is dismissed.

The quote struck a nerve because it names something rarely spoken aloud. Women are encouraged to be reasonable even when the circumstances are not. They are asked to carry emotional weight, to mediate conflicts, to soften the edges of other people’s actions.

They are told that endurance is strength, even when endurance becomes a burden.

Solnit’s line invites a different kind of clarity. It asks readers to notice the invisible expectations placed on women in families, workplaces, and communities. It suggests that responsibility should belong to the one who creates the problem, not the one who happens to be closest to it.

It reminds us that patience is powerful only when it is chosen, not demanded.

Her words resonate because they open a door to honesty. They allow women to say, “This is not mine to fix,” without guilt. They encourage fairness over silence and self respect over endless understanding.

Rebecca Solnit gives language to a truth many have felt but could not articulate.

She reminds us that recognizing what is not ours to carry is not defiance.

It is dignity.