Was driving with my grandmother and in broken English she says “no eyes… no nose… no face. Don’t trust.” To which I looked around wildly in search of this omen of ill portend.
Cybertruck. It was a cybertruck.
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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Was driving with my grandmother and in broken English she says “no eyes… no nose… no face. Don’t trust.” To which I looked around wildly in search of this omen of ill portend.
Cybertruck. It was a cybertruck.
given the current climate this pride especially i feel i must mention that i love my trans friends, i stand with trans people in the fight against transphobic legislation and those who would enforce it, and this blog is not a good place for you to be if you do not vibe with that
When the post goes triple platinum in the mutual circle and you have to scroll past the same thing seven times in a row
reminders for today and every day:
you are not too much
you are not hard to love
you are allowed to have bad days
you are allowed to fall apart
you can do this
just wait and see · mohabbot · e or, a look inside Jack's go-bag.
Frankly, he could stand to remove the foil strip from his bag. They’ve gone untouched for so long, but only because they hardly use them anymore. He’ll try, on occasion, to be good. To be a gentleman and a responsible adult and a doctor who knows better and all of it will go out the window the moment Samira asks to feel him without anything between them: every slick ridge of his heated skin and the rush, physical and emotional, of his release inside her.
🏷️: breeding kink, oral fixation, knifeplay, thigh riding, anal fingering
goo goo dolls if they were in dune: and i don’t want the worm to see me
“what are you gonna do, cry about it?” yes . the fuck
honestly, having flexibility in your headcanons is such an important skill to develop as a fandom participant. like, it's great to have strong opinions of your own, but don't you want to hear what strong opinions others hold? I love being compelled by a passionate argument! go off! tell me something I don't assume! give me the tea that's not inherent to my watching!
the worst person you know thinks they're super empathetic. the kindest person you know thinks they're fucked up and evil
what are people's favorite niche ice cream flavors. mine are superman and blue moon (specifically from the midwest like michigan/indiana/wisconsin), van leeuwen's royal wedding cake, and jeni's wildberry lavender
I could never wear any of those dumb “I hope both teams have fun” shirts because no I hope my team wins by 30 and the other team explodes on the field
Happy Pride!
Every pride, you must reblog this. No exceptions
I love that four different people on my feed scheduled this joyous person to reblog by 8am on June 1. I look forward to seeing this a dozen more times today.
is jake gyllenhaal gay??
why would you ask us, a narnia blog, this
happy pride month to this post specifically
“You are what you eat,” said The Blue Fairy, unwisely.
Pinocchio turned sly eyes upon the elementary school.
I can't get over Karen telling Frank there's still more for him to do and he instantly goes in for a kiss 🥰😍
That, definitely, still needs to be done.
Conversation that probably happened
The King of the Dead, who has been an undead dramatic bitch for centuries: Right, good plan, but how about, instead of just rushing out and murdering them all immediately... you three go out, and they think 'oh there's only three of them' then you say something badass and then we come swarming out across the water and kill them all.
Aragorn, who loves smoking a pipe dramatically in dark corners: Yes, we can definitely do that.
nothing better than this….
An absolutely exhausted Samira, who can’t understand why she won’t sleep. It’s not effecting her work, but it shows when she steps out of the hospital. Almost like she is on autopilot when she hits the ER, and the second she leaves those doors, it finally hits that she hasn’t slept in 24 hours. It’s getting to the point where it’s concerning, Dana, Mckay and even Santos are realizing this problem is getting worse. And nothing she tries is working, reading, vitamins, even mediating. She is wide awake. Word gets around and Jack, (who has own issues with sleeping) decides he should help.
It’s incredibly weird at first, Jack in Samira’s bedroom, giving her the best tips he had learned over the years that have helped him in some way. He says that despite the various techniques he has learned, they one way or another fail and he has to try something new, this leads to obvious teasing from Samira. If he can’t sleep why in the world is he helping her? It gets to the point where it’s already late, Samira will try to sleep, but offers Jack her couch because of the time, he takes it and hopes he has managed to help her in some way.
He doesn’t help, Samira stares at her ceiling, thinks how she desperately wants to leave her bed. She thinks to get some water and tip toes her way to her kitchen ,where she finds Jack on her couch also not sleeping. It’s at the point the two decide maybe to just sit on the couch and talk, it’s calm at first, to just sit in the dark and just have a small, quiet, calm conversation.
All Jack can remember is the sound of Samira laughing lowly before he wakes up, on her couch. His head is heavy like it’s never been before. He rubs his eyes like actually rubs his eyes because of how deep he was sleeping. Only then does he notice Samira on his chest. Heavy breathing, curls in her face, and arm over him like she has done it a million times.
Now work is weird. Because it is the best sleep both of them has gotten in a while. For Jack, it has been years. Neither one of them are going to admit it, but they both know that their stubbornness can’t hold out forever. They will eventually become so tired, they will find each other again.