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You know, there's this cliché that teenage boys always eat massive amounts, but teenage girls really aren't that different if they're not suppressed by diet culture and body shaming. Like, I was a teenage girl who frankly just stopped bothering to fit into mainstream beauty ideals at some point, and I would regularly make myself just one big massive pot of pasta and devour it completely. This wasn't even stress eating or anything, I just genuinely needed the energy because you know, I was a teenager and my body was developing. I feel like so many teenage girls think they need to eat as little as possible to be petite and pretty, but the truth is that your body is developing just as intensely as teenage boys' bodies. Eat more, please, your body needs it.
THIS!!! ^^^ get you at least a lil panza or i will send pizzas to your house
we live a world where one man is a trillionaire while people are starving in gaza and sudan, 81 million people are below poverty line in india, kids are being forced to do manual labour in mines in congo to survive and his own countrymen are dying because they cannot afford healthcare and then people will wonder why we think capitalism is the root of all evil
one of my favorite posts of all time
on it boss
step 1: mitosis
Today I learned that in US states such as Alabama companies can "rent" prison inmates and they'll work chained to their workstations. Only the US can get away with literal slavery and zero condemnation from the "rules based world order" for it
u/arcosim
Alabama profits off prisoners who work at McDonaldâs but deems them too dangerous for parole
rest in peace to all the soldiers that died in the service
i dive in her amazing digital cervix
Iâm suddenly laughing at the idea of a cliche noir detective story written in the brutally concise style of Hemingway.
A woman walked into my office. She had legs. I noticed her legs. âI have a problem. I need your help,â she said. They always said that. I knew her legs werenât the problem. I hoped she might want my help with them anyhow.
âCan you pay?â I asked. Of course she could. Her shoes were worth more than my rent. She could pay. âI can pay,â she said. Her eyes were wet. I wondered if anything else was wet. Probably not. I am not handsome. Not since the war. She was looking at my scar. Lots of people do. Most look away. Not her. She did not look away. She looked at my scar and I looked at her legs. There were two of them. I liked that about her. I liked that a whole lot. âWill there be danger?â I asked. There always is. This city bleeds danger, then drinks it right back up again.
âIâm afraid there might be danger,â she said. She had the voice of a beautiful woman. She also had the face and body of a beautiful woman. She was beautiful.
The light from the window was striped. It made stripes on my cigarette smoke. The end of my cigarette crumbled into ash. My marriage had also crumbled into ash.
âI can handle danger,â I said. I patted the butt of my gun. My gun was a Colt. My gun and my scar were all that was left from my time as a soldier. My gun, my scar, and the nightmares. I looked her up and down. âI am good at handling things.â
âItâs about my husband. Heâs gone missing.â
She was not wearing a ring. It means something when a woman does not wear a wedding ring. Usually, it means that she is not married. âSeems your ring has also gone missing,â I said. I hoped her dress would join it.
Her red mouth curved upwards. She was smiling a little. âI donât wear it outside. A diamond that large would only invite trouble.â
âIn my experience, trouble doesnât wait for an invitation.â I looked at her legs again. They were both still there. âWhen did you last see your husband?â
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I'll see like a yuri cartoon or something and be like fuck I need that, I'm yearning so bad, and then have to remind myself, girl, you just got chained to the bed and face fucked through a ring gag. You're doing fine.
Other girlfriend threating to just keep the ring gag in forever, I'm OKAY and VERY NORMAL
Actually I can't believe I didn't mention the pornographic strand of my own saliva that came stretching out when the gag came off, I've seen less credible looking fantasy art, but it was my whole face.
The kids love hearing my fucktacular tales of sluttery.
dump your stupid boyfriend get your ass online and scroll past my post
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donât say anything. just reblog this if youâre thinking of exactly that thing when you see this picture
Or watching the music visualisations whilst ripping a few CDs would be cathartic too.
This is literally how the shadow girls talk in utena
baseball interviewers will ask "how do you throw the ball so good" and Mariners players will casually drop that they have a headmate who plays the game for them
all my alters become walters when i pitch the baseball of success
Louis owning half of Lestat's merch sales, opening up a hotel specifically to invite Lestat to the grand opening Knowing it will be trashed somehow just so he can force Lestat to talk to him in civil court, insisting on a "fan experience" to make up for the property damage (the lawyer literally said "yes you have to fuck him if you want him to drop the lawsuit"), using the meeting to try and force Lestat to talk about their relationship problems, and then going to the concert just to look uninterested the entire time.....he is in fact a beautiful unwell!
The test for allyship isn't how you treat an oppressed person who is your friend, family, spouse. It's how you treat an oppressed person you absolutely can't stand who is vile and loathsome in every way.
Do you gender trans people correctly even when they're being absolutely terrible people? Do you refuse to use the r-slur against someone who suicide baited you but is neurodivergent? Do you refuse to snark at a mentally ill person who is being genuinely unpleasant, "go take your meds!"
Do you allow members of marginalized groups to be terrible people without judging their entire demographic for it? One of the most invisible yet vital forms of privilege is the right to be terrible people as an individual rather than as a group. Do you acknowledge that there are bad people in every group, that it doesn't make their group less worth fighting for? Or do you shake your head if you happen to get mistreated by some who belong to a group and insist the entire group is awful and not worth your allyship?
Oppressed people can see how you treat those of us you like, but do you still treat the worst of us with the basic dignity you treat the worst of other groups with?