#melonflavour

[japancandybox]

This month's Japan Candy Box included a treat for fans of melon! 🍈These Melon Peeling Gummies are decorated with cute candy sugar rocks and can be peeled into different sized pieces.😍 How many pieces did you peel them into?✨

[eldevarben]

İnsanın dostu olmalı abi bana geldi ama önemli değil al sen iç diyecek... ❤️❤️❤️ #eldevarben #elfakher #melon #melonflavour #kavun #nargile #hookah https://www.instagram.com/p/CFSXuoagnag/?igshid=1lbpkxw5kw35w

[topolinopiccante]

Synthetic McDonald Icecream 🍦 #syntetisch #mcdonalds #mcdonaldsde #melon #melonflavour #icecream #frankfurtkonstablerwache (hier: Frankfurt, Germany) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnE4uuZn7jb/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1f6u0ppnrip8j

[jeancrocker-blog]

Im so sorry youve been getting thrown slurs and death threats from dwh first off. thats ugly. but dwh is exactly like all lives matter to black/trans lives matter except that dwc is a joke, its uplifting an unmarginalized group that is already privileged and protected. there are also several anti-black undertones because, again, its just like black lives matter being changed to all lives matter. i know you want to stop hate but its not going to work by twisting a trans made joke.

No

No it’s not

You do realize that there’s something called “Die Cis Scum”, right?People are wishing death upon others simply because of gender identity.

THAT SOUNDS A WHOLE LOT LIKE TRANSPHOBIA, HUH?! WANTING PEOPLE TO BE DEAD BECAUSE THEY’RE DIFFERENT FROM YOUCOUPLED WITH THE FACT THAT TRANS PEOPLE WISH TO BE BORN CIS SO THEY DONT HAVE DYSPHORIATHOSE WHO ARE HATING ON CIS PEOPLE ARE HATING ON WHAT TRANS PEOPLE WANT TO BE

DWH means EVERYFUCKINGPERSON

DESERVES LOVE AND RESPECTTRANS OR CISBLACK, WHITE, WHATEVER RACEWHATEVER RELIGION, OR LACK THEREOFSTRAIGHT, GAY, BI, PAN, ACE, WHATEVER

NOBODY DESERVES TO BE THE BUTT OF EACH OTHER’S JOKESNOBODY DESERVES TO BE KILLED OR THREATENED WITH DEATH BECAUSE OF THEIR DIFFERENCESNOFUCKINGPERSONEVERDESERVES HARASSMENT OR HATE

And “All Lives Matter” was created in response because the tragedies in Mexico were being ignored, as well as the people in Hong Kong, Syria, etc.

[beggarscantbchoosers]

nicelegsmelondukes replied to your post: Okay so, list for today: 1. Hoover the ENTIRE...

BEGGARS, THIS LIST HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ME see i’m not always making you do things /bricked

idk just seeing your name on my dash is enough to awaken a great craving in me. A craving for kiwis. If I'm not careful, I'll end up sitting there and eating all my kiwis, and my parents will return home to find me sprawled out across the table, surrounded by scraps of brown skin, and not a single thing cooked or swept.

/what Beggars

But idk you still make me do stuff a lot of the time, just by being your kawaii as shit self. I can't resist your kawaiiitude, it's a terrible problem.

[iwi-archive]

casual korpiri for meeeel

late hbd u v u /

[beggarscantbchoosers]

creepflavour replied to your post: MY LOVE FOR YOU BURNS WITH THE INTENSITY OF A THOUSAND SUNS.

wait a second is valon in your ask box /bricked

Clearly yes.

It's okay Valon, I love you too! ... Now where is my voluptuous galaxy's daughter?

[beggarscantbchoosers]

I still have three hours of Mel's birthday left...

That's enough time for a few more drabbles, right? ... Not that I need the excuse >n>

I MUST COMPETE WITH MEL-SENPAI'S OTHER ADMIRERS /shot

what would they get each other for gifts?: I bet they often give each other books on a fairly regular basis… and then when it comes to other gifts, I think like Vasilica’s big on mysterious trinkets and stuff like that, while Arthur prefers giving more practical sorts of gifts… I bet he gave Vasilica an HP themed teaset once /whacked - … and some Halloween themed sets >w> - and they have a super fancy red teaset that they share between them, wahaha~

  “Arthur!” Vasilica storms through the kitchen, a blur of motion, passing through without pause like a tornado, leaving devastation in his wake; the signs of his brief visit clear in the disappearance of Arthur’s teacup, replaced by a worn old book, muddy footprints trekked across the floor, a sole drop of blood on a bottom lip nicked by a brush with sharp fangs. Arthur, face flushed, apologises to his guest and stands to make himself a new cup of tea. He doesn’t comment on Vasilica’s interruption, or the book, and spares only a moment for tutting over the filthy floor and dabbing at his lip before he returns to the conversation as if there had never been a pause, subtly pushing aside the hefty tome in a calculated movement as he reaches for the plate of neatly arranged biscuits. Nothing out of the ordinary, for the Kirkland-Lupei household.

A week later, Arthur buys a book on a topic he has no interest in, and pretends to be irritated when Vasilica appropriates it for his own collection. Vasilica just chuckles, and makes the tea.