Freedom FROM religion is mandatory.
Cosimo Galluzzi

shark vs the universe

Andulka
trying on a metaphor
KIROKAZE
Peter Solarz
d e v o n

Product Placement
sheepfilms
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Not today Justin

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
wallacepolsom

No title available

JBB: An Artblog!

JVL

pixel skylines
Keni

ellievsbear

Love Begins

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Japan

seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from China

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Armenia

seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom
seen from T1
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@huanke-oh
Freedom FROM religion is mandatory.
thinkin about these guys again what the heck
also…who wants a commission? 🤨
sewing affirmations
it’s okay that i don’t have a sewing machine
i love backstitching by hand for hours
this has got to be great for my back
millions of my ancestors did this and they lived almost as long as i want to
i’m making so many beautiful things for my house—oh goddamn it
Eddie’s out at a gay bar, sees the most gorgeous man he’s ever clapped eyes on nursing a half finished beer at an otherwise unoccupied table, and can’t resist offering to buy him a drink. The man looks at him with droopy hazel eyes, and he seems… Well, he seems sad. But he smiles, and accepts, despite being so far out of Eddie’s league it’s ridiculous.
His name is Steve, newish in town and recently single. He catches Eddie noticing the tan line from a ring that’s no longer on his finger and adds, “I was married. I’m… not anymore.” (Eddie guesses it must have been a rough divorce.)
Steve is bisexual, he also mentions hastily with a faint blush that tells Eddie the attraction might actually mutual.
They chat for a few hours, comparing their early lives growing up in small towns (Steve in Indiana, Eddie in Colorado) and their current jobs (Steve works in an office doing something the only explains as “really, really dull,” Eddie in a local community center organizing afterschool activities for local kids and DMing for a couple different youth DnD groups) and music tastes (neither of them are huge fans of what’s playing in the bar). After a while, Steve admits that he’s in a rut.
“You looking to change that, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, and part of him wants to jump up and down and punch the air at how smooth that came out holy shit. Because Steve smiles shyly back (it’s like the fucking sun coming out a from behind a cloud) and says that yeah, he’d like that.
Fast forward to next morning. Eddie wakes up drooling on a perfectly hairy chest and a pounding in his head that doesn’t actually hurt, it’s just loud. Knocking, he realizes eventually, and reluctantly hauls himself out of bed. Whoever it is at this unholy hour of… uh, 10am, can just deal with the fact that he’s answering the door in his boxers, covered in hickies and scratch marks, and with bedhead so wild it makes him look several inches taller than he actually is.
Only to be informed by the woman at his door that she knows Steve is here because she tracked his phone to this location. “Oh! Not like that,” she adds hastily when Eddie’s eyes go wide. “No, I’m not, like, a jealous girlfriend or anything, that’d be weird, he’s like my sister. I mean—well, it’s hard to explain. But, anyway, look, I know he’s been having a rough time since his wife died, and I’m glad he found someone to, um, keep company with, he’s way too fucking picky if you ask me—It’s just, I really can’t afford the time off to keep babysitting right now, so if he could be, like, alive by the time school gets out, that’d be good…?”
And oh god, Eddie is trying to absorb all that. Steve is a widower? Jesus H. Christ, at some point last night Eddie had moaned that whoever his ex was obviously hadn’t known what a good, perfect, wonderous thing they were giving up. Steve is picky, but picked him? Oh, that’s giving him butterflies. Steve has a kid? Well, Eddie is good with kids…
Suddenly there’s a groan behind him and Steve shuffles up to wrap an arm around Eddie’s torso in a loose but affectionate hug. “Thanks a lot, Robin,” Steve complains, his voice still rough from sleep, “I hadn’t told him about the twins yet.”
Permanent tag list (ask to be added/removed): @steviewashere @motherofpirates @iridescentrylandgrace @wheneverfeasible @yesdangerpls
@stevesscoops @cosycryptid @grtwdsmwhr @hamiltonswiftie @hiei-harringtonmunson
@mascarponedaydreams @sofadofax @th30ra3k3n @mrsjellymunson @hehimmommy
@a-drop-of-magic @revevivant @readerlev
the issue with growing up in the 2000s and 2010s was like there was this really big push toward "accepting your weirdness" overall but they meant like idk wearing mismatched socks or something not being tangibly beyond the norm in any way shape or form
Eddie who knows Robin is a lesbian and thinks that Steve is oblivious.
So Eddie pulls Steve aside to explain to him that Robin just isn’t into him, but he does it so poorly and tells Steve that his crush isn’t into him and Steve is just heartbroken
Because he heard Eddie say he’s not into him.
reblogs were off
Outdoor in sun perfec t place for president to do speech! Outdoor very warm very soft put old man on green lawn under sun. Put old man in warm sun. no problem ever in warm sun because good view and audience can see long speech. Nice podium outdoor sunny perfect place for old president can trust warm sun to give nice view to President good luck to President. friend sun.
Eddie had had dreams like this, being thrown up against the wall by Steve Harrington, his breath brushing over his skin.
However, this was usually the moment where Steve would hungrily take his lips with his own, not start yelling at him as soon as he was able to get out of his hospital bed from being in a month long coma.
"What the fuck, Munson?!" Steve's hands were curled into the fabric of his shirt.
"Um..."
"No! You need to explain to me what the fuck you were thinking!"
Eddie's fingers start to try and reach for the emergency nurses button.
"If only there was a way for me to know why you're angry with me,," Eddie announced loudly, trying to prevent himself from going into a full blown panic attack, because he could see and feel the anger coming from the man currently glaring at him.
Steve narrowed his eyes slightly, allowing Eddie to see that clearly he was also trying to calm himself down.
Eddie's heart nearly falls out his arse when he sees the unshed tears.
"Steve?"
"I told you not to be a fucking hero and you go running back into..." Steve pauses, lowering his voice a bit when he remembered that that were still in the hospital, "into the Upside Down and get yourself all torn up and bleeding and injured and then you almost die in front of Dustin!"
Oh.
Eddie swallowed thickly, looking down, finally seeing how bruised and torn up his hands were.
Double-Oh.
"I was trying to give you guys more time," Eddie muttered, struggling with everything within himself not to flinch when Steve angrily met his eyes again.
"You went back into danger..."
"Oh my god, Dustin is safe!" Eddie shouted, frustrated, "I saved the kid alright, they were trying to break into my trailer and go up through that gate to get to him, he's safe!"
Steve stared at him for a moment, a little bit of confusion over his face.
"I know he's safe!"
"Then why are you fucking angry at me?!"
Steve has wanted to strangle Eddie Munson on several occasions, hell, even multiple times in the past three minutes alone, but never has he wanted to strangle him as much as right that very moment.
"Why am I angry with you?" Steve has his hands on his hips now, looking alike a disappointed mother, a stance that Eddie had always taken the time to appreciate.
Eddie avoided eye contact, he felt safer not looking at such an angry Steve.
"Yeah, like...Dustin is safe, so get off my back,"
Steve has to bite his tongue to stop a horrible remark leaving him.
"He's not the only one I wanted safe you fucking dipshit!" Steve exclaimed, his hands going up in the air.
"Harrington, I am rather woozy from a little thing called a coma," Eddie sighed, "you wanna break it down a little more for me?" he winced a bit when he moved a little to sharply, his hand touching his side.
"You!" Steve snapped, "I was wanting you safe as well, you fucking..." he stopped his sentence, eyes now watching Eddie's three fingered hand hold the injuries hidden by the hospital gown.
"Back in bed," Steve ordered, taking a deep breath, "now," he almost felt the need to click his fingers to get Eddie moving when the other man stood there staring at him with those big chocolate brown eyes of his.
"Jesus Christ," Eddie muttered, huffing like an annoyed child as he climbed back on the bed, watching Steve as he held the blankets up for him.
There was a small silence that fell over the two men, Steve standing right by the bed, watching Eddie closely as Eddie eyed Steve cautiously.
"You were worried about me, Stevie?" Eddie now, also, wanted to strangle himself.
Steve huffed out a laugh, fingers rubbing at his temples.
"Unfortunately," he then pulled the hospital chair closer to Eddie's bed, "you could have died, Eddie," his hand was in his hair, distressed.
"You would've missed me?"
At this point, Munson, just accept that you'll be murdered by Steve Harrington.
Steve gently took a hold of Eddie's hand, eyeing the spaces where his ring and middle finger had once been.
"You kinda grew on me," Steve mumbled, reaching around behind him to pull the privacy curtains around the bed so he could comfort Eddie the way that he wanted without judgment.
Eddie's eyes became wide.
"I did?!" he asked with a startled expression, but he was leaning forwards like an excitable puppy.
"Yes, which just makes me even more angry with you," Steve tried to force his lips to stay in a firm line, but the corners refused to be tamed.
Eddie grinned, though still looking like death, his smile, no matter how big or small, always made him look radiant and playful.
"You kind of grew on me too, Harrington," Eddie replied, his brain stopping for a second to try and figure out how to hold Steve's hand with missing fingers, before he huffed and simply used his other hand to place his fingers where he wanted them.
"Good, because next time you do something dumb like that?" Steve caught his eyes, "I'm sending you back here myself, you got that?"
Eddie gulped.
Triple-Oh
Conservative beauty standards are back with a vengeance which means it's especially important to go out this summer with bellies out and bodies unshaved. Also be unapologetically disabled with mobility aids and wearable medical devices and stim toys and ear defenders and all that stuff. You need it. People need to see it. Everyone needs to be reminded that life is unquestioningly more enjoyable when you're not living inside an arbitrary set of rules created by people who are offended by all the wrong things.
Someone linked me this beautiful poster, and I'm just really impressed.
My contribution:
I can't stop laughing at this. If the first one is real, it may actually be the worst sign ever made.
always remember, friend,
now go in peace
This meme was inspired by the piece "Lucky 10,000" by Randall Monroe.
[ID: “One man’s [“Yeah, the Time Knife, we’ve all seen it” meme] is another man’s [“Was anyone going to tell me?” meme] /End ID]
internet heiroglyphics
BTW, just to make sure everyone knows, this isn't just some internet rando commenting on her observations on the internet.
They are an Assistant Professor of Media Industries at New York University and literally just finished writing The Apple II Age: How the Computer Became Personal, a book on the history of the computer industry in the 70s.
This tweet isn't just an observation, it's the result of years of research and study. And it's absolutely true.
In The Road to El Dorado there is only really one inexplicable thing within the plot. Miguel and Tulio plausibly bluff their way through or slip out of most situations. However, I’d never figured out why the volcano actually stops erupting when Tulio commands it.
The conclusion I finally came up with is that the actual gods were watching their big entrance go down, and thought “oh, this’ll be hilarious”
theres a lot of evidence throughout the movie to say that the armadillo (whose name is bibo) is a god.
they first find him in the jungle, where an armadillo has no business being
they find the entrance to the city, while being followed by him
he is present when the volcano starts to erupt (previous concept art also showed him in the background actually stopping the eruption)
miguel and tulio sucked ass at the ball game, so they used Bibo as a ball. He ricocheted himself all over the place and defied physics to get into the hoop every time
they come up with the flood plan to stop cortez when bibo pushed a glass over in front of them
YOUR TELLING ME THEY USED GOD AS A BASKETBALL?
Oh my God! 😭 You dropped this queen 👑
To think I thought I knew what ethereal beauty was before now. Laughable.
she’s so beautiful i had to include a few more photos
Tumblr Sexyman Contest 2026 Round 4 Part 12
Howl Jenkins Pendragon (Howl’s Moving Castle)
Dr. Facilier (The Princess and the Frog)