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we're not kids anymore.
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Today's Document
Jules of Nature
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Hi, if you like my art you can follow my art account @heliiiiart !!!
there's still some stuff on this account if you search enough, but i only post new art on the other one now!
there's mainly marauders related art, some sketches are just there to look pretty but are not related to any fandom, and, newly, some aftg art too!
/slightly nsfw/
They kiss for one, two, three minutes, Neil knows it's way past the point he can just stop and start minding his own business. He knows it'd started before they even entered the room, before Andrew locked the door. Kevin and his new tattoo, it can make wonders to Andrew's mood.
He shifts on Andrew's lap, breaks the kiss. Neil rarely thinks before speaking and right now isn't the case.
"Can you call me Kevin?"
"What?" Andrew asks, looking at him incredulously, which is fair. It's not like Neil wanted to say it out loud. But at times he finds himself a little freakier than he knew himself to be, all because of Andrew's hands and lips and big fucking thighs.
"Can you call me by his name? While you fuck me next time?" Neil repeats even if he knows it's utterly stupid.
"What the fuck, Josten?" Neil sees a spark in his eyes.
"Okay, forget it. It's nothing. Wanna eat ice-cream? I'll get you some!"
Neil starts to get up, but Andrew plants his hands on his hips, holding him down.
"What made you think I wanted to call you by his name?" Andrew's voice is so solemn but lips are too red.
"I never said you wanted it. If you don't want to, it's nothing, Andrew. It's just a thought I've been enter- Wait."
Come to think of it, Andrew's response sounded so strange. Of course Andrew wants nothing, of course he would never ask for it, but the phrasing almost sounded like a genuine question. The realisation hits Neil right between his eyes.
"You wanted to! Andrew!" he shouts at him, maybe too excited about this idea. Andrew thought Neil asked because he wanted to give Andrew something, because he somehow read enough of him to know about his embarrassing desires.
"No, shut up," he says quickly, kneading his thighs.
"I was talking about what I want, but, Andrew, you..." There's nothing more to say, actually.
He knows what he knows and Andrew knows he knows.
"Can I blow you?" he asks eventually, but not because he's tired of staring into Andrew's beautiful eyes.
"Go ahead," he mutters, and when Neil rushes to his knees he adds: "Eager down there, aren't we, Mr. Day?"
"Fuck, oh my fucking," Neil manages before taking Andrew's dick.
It's nothing, really.
Please share some Kevseth in these trying times, queen
Be still my Kevseth heart ❤️✨ Absolutely-
I’m making this a list to make my life easier lol
Kevseth thoughts in no particular order:
Seth is the bigger cuddler and no bullshit, if Kev calls him out on it he’ll bitch & whine and moan and complain but he STILL won’t let Kevin leave the couch (they’ll NEVER cuddle on a bed I refuse this idea… for now)
Kevin bribes Seth to study more with the offer of blowjobs as a ‘reward’; of course it works and of course Seth always wants to kiss after bcs he doesn’t care about sloppy seconds, especially from himself (freak)
So. Much. Ass-pinching. Not SLAPPING; it is ALWAYS pinching. Because it’s easier to subtly pinch someone and get away with it ESPECIALLY in the hallways, passing each other on the front lawn of PSU, etc etc.
(delulu thought) Their birthdays are close enough that they have a ‘special night’ right in the middle (this would be like March 20st thru the 22nd, somewhere in there)
Seth’s jersey on Kevin hangs lower than usual whereas Kevin’s jersey on Seth rides up just the tiniest bit because Seth has a longer torso (Kevin likes the sliver of skin that shows but he isn’t big on Seth’s happy trail -> Seth keeps it for this reason JUST to piss the Queen off -> they fuck about it)
I already know that YOU already know that I’ll always have more Kevseth thoughts… TBC ❤️🔥
Forever of the (unpopular) belief that the reason Jeremy Knox wears trunks that hang low on his hips to the beach is because low key that boy gets tired of having his ass checked out and wants to try to redirect attention away from it
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
i need all the help i can get for finals
Hey so
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
So you know.
This might be the real one, y’all.
I could use some luck
to describe lily evans is to limit lily evans
the foxes having a bonfire and neil diligently making smore after smore for andrew because he's never done it before and it's so fun trying to cook it to golden perfection and andrew's kisses taste like marshmallow after eating them
@wolfstarmicrofic | Coming out | Word Count: 358
"Are you sure? Because I could definitely help you study for Potions if you wanted..."
Remus was desperately trying to find a polite way out of this conversation. He was backed against the stone wall near the portrait hole, his hands shoved deep into his pockets while a very persistent Hufflepuff girl leaned entirely too close.
"I appreciate the offer," Remus started, forcing a tight, awkward smile. "But I really don't—"
"He really doesn't have the time," a voice interrupted suddenly.
Remus barely had a second to process the shift before a hand grabbed the front of his jumper. The yank wasn't rough, but it was incredibly determined. Suddenly, he was stumbling a step forward, right out of the Hufflepuff's shadow and crashing straight into a solid, very familiar chest.
Sirius had practically materialized out of the crowded common room party, his silver eyes dancing with a wild, electric kind of energy.
"Sirius," Remus hissed, his pulse instantly rocketing into his throat. "What are you doing?"
"Saving you," Sirius said simply. He stepped directly into Remus's personal space, his arms looping easily around Remus's waist. "And claiming my study partner. You're completely booked."
The girl cleared her throat, looking bewildered. "I was just asking him to Hogsmeade next weekend, Black."
"Well, you can't," Sirius said simply. "Because I'm taking him."
Remus stopped breathing. The loud, pounding music completely faded into a rush of static in his ears.
"Tell her, Moony," Sirius said, his breath warm and incredibly close against Remus's jaw. "Tell her you're already going with your boyfriend."
The panic flared instinctively, screaming at him to pull away and protect their secret. For so long, the fear of being seen had dictated every choice he made. But looking at Sirius, at how bright, unapologetic, and completely sure he was, he realized he was exhausted from being afraid. He didn't want to hide in the shadows anymore; he wanted this.
"He's right," Remus breathed, his voice trembling just a fraction as he brought his own hands up to settle firmly against the lapels of Sirius's jacket in front of the entire room. "I'm already going with my boyfriend."
Neil matching Andrew’s eating pace bite for bite because he doesn’t want to finish before the blond does; Neil wants to have as much time as possible to quietly chitchat w Andrew & to watch him eat while also pretending that he’s as focused on the meal as Andrew is he isn’t, he is most def more focused on Andrew’s mouth
Can’t believe there are people one there who twinkify Andrew Minyard meanwhile in my head this is him + some extra chub on all dat:
we don’t talk enough about teenage Kevin looking at Jeremy‘s pictures in magazines
awww the like button turns into a rainbow when you press it! that's so cute...hey staff what's with all the trans women you keep nuking?
i think we should be ridiculing them more for this. you don't get to try and go all "queer website" when your staff likes to go on nuking sprees targeting the trans fem users
would be remiss not to mention that the rainbow notably straight up just removed the trans flag colors from it. like they’re gone. it’s the progress flag minus the trans flag colors.
that’s not the whole flag, now is it
hey staff what the fuck
hey staff don't you think you're being too on-the-nose
HEY STAFF DONT YOU THINK YOU'RE BEING TOO ON-THE-NOSE
concept
a beaded curtain, but instead of beads they’re worms on strings
you know… these guys
Hi op I hope this satisfies your needs.
Needs more worms
I wanna make one of these that is like a literal curtain of worms
No clear strings available to get caught and tangle, I want them nose to ass like some kind of horrible human centipede of worms, covering my doorway
@fanotastic more worms
Aw fuck. Nothing makes you assholes happy.
Fuck you guys.
My fellow fuckers, I present you-
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Happy Pride Month
The worm curtain is GAY
med people are so annoying "This family's 8 year old child who was about to go through a major surgery and kept crying that she was hungry so they pitied her and gave her food, she then had a heart attack in the surgery. They're so stupid 😒" girl they didn't know that could happen or why it happens. it takes so little time to explain to them that will happen instead of telling them "no food" with no explanation 10 times
"Before surgery, your body’s reflexes that protect your airway are relaxed by anesthesia. If there’s food or liquid in your stomach, it will near certainly come back up and go into your lungs, which can cause choking, a severe lung / heart infection or even a heart attack. That’s called aspiration, and it is life-threatening. It's hard, but it's only a single day to prevent near certain death. Not eating or drinking beforehand massively lowers the risk and helps prevent these life threatening situations under anesthesia." <- TIP: patients have brains which allows them to receive information just like you
I have four kids. I’ve had one or another of them need some kind of surgical procedure that requires anesthesia four or five times over the past 15 years.
This Tumblr post is the first time someone has explained to me *why* I couldn’t feed them before those instances.
I’m not stupid. I understood that just fine. Hell, my kids would have understood that just fine. But no one bothered to tell us.
i did know this before having kids (i have six). we have a kid that's needed multiple procedures requiring anesthesia. and every single time, i am asked multiple times if i'm sure he was not given any food or water after a certain point.
every single time i have had to say, "i understand that if he had food or water, he could aspirate it into his lungs under anesthesia. i am not lying to you." THEN someone would make a little note and i would stop being repeatedly asked.
not a single time was that risk explained to me. the only reason it came up was because i already knew. i still don't understand why it isn't standard pre-op counseling or pre-op check information, when me as a parent acknowledging the actual risk also put THE MEDICAL STAFF at ease because i conveyed that i had informed understanding as reason to not lie about giving my kid food.
"maybe some people will get nervous and refuse surgery" okay so they need more counseling about risks and anxiety, not less information in a way that actually does endanger their child or themselves!
Reblogging to save a life and teach medical professionals basic communication skills
but what if drag king dorcas meadowes
Pandalily hcs for pride month! :
(Little disclaimer so some of these make more sense I personally hc Pandora as blind or mostly visually impaired)
Lily calls Pandora "Angel" because Pandora walks like she's floating and wears long white dresses
Pandora calls Lily "Stargazer" because she can feel when lily is staring at her with stars in her eyes (also stargazer lilies)
Lily runs warm Pandora is always cold
Pandora realized she was in love with lily the first time she held her face in her hands, lily had the softest skin she had ever felt and she could feel the smile on Lily's face
Lily likes to lay her head in Pandora's lap and Pandora conjures flowers and braids them into Lily's hair
Lily wears bangles, and little bells on her skirts so Pandora can always hear her coming
Lily cooks all the meals and Pandora makes the deserts
Pandora plays the violin, lily paints, they each claim the other as their muse
That's all for now there might be more later
so can we start hunting down white liberals now or what
The full picture is even more heart breaking after you open the uncropped version. Just a heads-up, it's rough
“The Roman Catholic Parish in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan was just grafitted.”
Nah let’s post it. Let’s feel it. Don’t look away.
I notice alot of my followers on here skipping these posts just to mess with my lgbt ones, suspiciously the white popular ones.
Heres a not so friendly reminder, as an lgbt metis person, i dont give a single fuck what your blog is themed or if this is too painful for you to look at. Reblog this post. Reblog this post with the sources of the 751 children who were found.
Your compliance and silence as well as the compliance and silence of your ancestors is what allowed these schools to open and kill first nations children. The children of MY people.
Dont follow me if you cant reblog this post or the one with sources to your political blog or your most popular blog. Add trigger warnings if you must but if your political blog is only focused on the harms you personally face like being lgbt then you need to see some bigger pictures and stop being afraid of angering your racist mutural or actually saying some shit about racism. If you can reblog some antifa graphics or add blm to your bio to be a surface level ally, you can reblog some sources on the genocide first nations people faced and still face today.
They were CHILDREN.
They were murdered in cold blood.
I’d like to add this photo I took last night in Victoria of the statue of Captain Cook. Though I myself am not indigenous, I 100% agree that these murderers, kidnappers and rapists shouldn’t have huge statues and plaques that decorate them and say how “great” they were.
Here’s another photo of the legislative assembly from yesterday. Later on there were more items, candles and signs at the memorial, as well as a big poster with 1505 painted on it but I didn’t get a picture
People need to see this. Not just quickly glance at the photos and keep on scrolling. They need to see this.
Reblog this or just stop following me
I had seen the first picture of the church, but not the second.
I went to a “Cancel Canada Day” event and burst into tears - not because I was surprised to learn of the unmarked graves (survivors told us they were there. Our government pushed it aside, and we let them), but because seeing all the people gathered in mourning drove it home: They. Were. Children.
This is my country’s legacy - and it’s not history. The last schools closed during my lifetime. My Father went to school with students who lived at the local residential school, after it was changed to a boarding house (read: holding centre) for indigenous youth who went to local schools.
They were all children, injured, abused, and killed in my country’s attempt to erase them. I want the world to see this and hold the state accountable to *active* reconciliation> I mean we could at least truly adopt UNDRIP in action instead of words for god’s sake.
here you can read an article about a survivor of the church and some of the things he experienced to help put into perspective how awful and just how recent it was
this is the memorial at the vancouver art gallery. 215+ pairs of children’s shoes (as well as stuffed toys and flowers) cover the steps…
