Im rock hard, solid stone
Ready to rumble, ready to bone
I thrust me hips, with all my might
So she's gonna be,
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year

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Im rock hard, solid stone
Ready to rumble, ready to bone
I thrust me hips, with all my might
So she's gonna be,
Once upon a time I was falling in March
But now Im only falling in June
Nothing left to say
A total eclipse of the moon
Youve heard of Tiddlywinks
Now prepare for WiddlyTwinks
One of the worst feelings is being with a friend whom you regularly vibe with, but feel distant because you're in very different moods
Though he's a short king
And she towers over him
We know, he's on top
Elf Femboy Hooters
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Creature: Soloist
"It is said that when the great minstrel Taeleya Hinszin passed, her soul became bound to her instrument, and she became a soloist for eternity. Her music can still be heard in her manse, echoing forever between empty walls: a song of death, and mourning of her own lifetime as one of the most influential musicians of her era."
Bardic remains. A soloist is born when a great musician passes into the afterlife, but their soul hangs on. Usually the object of their desire to stay is their instrument, which becomes imbued with their own undead energy, and begins playing again when the soul has finally found its resting place in the plane of the living. The undead spirit bound to the instrument is usually benign, only wishing to spend the rest of eternity playing its music, but the tune they play is so hauntingly beautiful that it can have a malignant effect on the living people that surround it. Those who hear a soloist's ghostly music are caught in a stupor and lose control over their bodies.
Malignant minstrels. Those bards or minstrels that chose a darker path in life, seeking fame for money or treating those around them with condescension and disdain, may become malignant soloists upon death. Their spirits are corrupted by greed or pride, and will use their music to lure unsuspecting victims to them, where they will make them serve the soloist for the rest of their lives.
Undead nature. A soloist doesn't need air, food, drink, or sleep.
Friends and companions. Those soloists who have traveled in minstrel bands or in circuses may become undead as a group when a disaster befalls them, or if they simply happen to pass within a few days of each other. Those who have created strong bonds of friendship or love may be bound to one another in the afterlife, and thus it is not uncommon to find two soloists together at all times. Minstrels that had animal companions or familiars in life may have the remainders of their pet's spirit accompany them.
DM tip: more milfs
Forgive me.
only if you forgive me
His world now
HEY YOU
YOURE FINALLY AWAKE
Oh sweet Jesus.
i am so sorry for this
Where the FUCK is he?
If I had to see this, everyone who follows me has to too.
now THIS is why i refuse to leave tumblr. this horrible, beautiful, genius, fuckass shit
my colleague is doing a presentation on social media and she just said that tumblr ceased operating in 2017. i am going to pretend that she is correct and i do not have any evidence to the contrary
We are ghost citizens of a ghost website. We indeed have ceased to operate, we merely exist as a false mimicry of organization, a warning to those who dare step too far
Step 1: Have a Rat/Mouse familiar
Step 2: Chuck it at an enemy
Step 3: Shout "GO PIKACHU!"
Step 4: Cast Shocking Grasp as if you were in your Familiar's space
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Little lady lost, by her lonesome, she quivers meekly
Surrounded but alone, comforted by the lies of obscurity
Her beauty amplified in the vastness of scarcity
"You speak of you love with such delight"
I speak of a star on a cloudy night
Just finished Little Witch Academia. Diana best girl
We were thrust into darkness as I followed my heart's beat like a drum
My body pushed and pulled til I was tired, til I was numb
Driven by instinct, the air damp in passion
"The night your lover comes?"
Nay, my work out session
In mindless insanity, my arms continue working
The world's weight bears malice and crushing
Numbered, a Century's worth in years
"What causes such suffering?"
Push-ups, driven to tears
A chill that decends upon my being
Brings kisses from sweet nectar
In my throat, chest and inner lining
"Dear friend, you speak of your lover?"
Nay, I drank water
Murder muder, crow
Murder murder murder, crow
Murder murder, crow
Oh dear, for what is that tether?
Oh dear, for what is that ball?
Oh dear, for what is that member?
Oh dear, I cant feel my hands at all
Oh dear, oh dear