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spitblossoms

spiderbasil

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> my oyster

> configure my oyster

> release my pearl

yet-another-heathen

The hero of China, welcomed home. Here's my Afro-Chinese version of Mulan!

When looking for the perfect photo set for the @creatingblackcharacters Melanin Beam Challenge, this scene stopped me in my tracks. There's so much love in this moment, and I wanted to capture as much of her father's adoration as I could.

My favorite detail is the waves in her father's hair, where the texture shows from being smoothed and pulled into his bun.

Thank you for hosting this event for another successful year! Happy Birthday, Ice <3

ifacethewinditsoundslikegod

you are only alowed in my room if u love me

toskarin

I think a lot about this one twitter post where someone, lacking a few crucial pieces of information, says "you know jesus wasn't real" (not really the popular stance among non-religious scholars these days, but fair enough) "and neither was muhammad" (the degree of historical attestation here is a bit different)

toskarin

the first point's buy-in is that multiple accounts fabricate the presence of a preacher, the second point's buy-in is that the entire arabian peninsula woke up one fine morning and decided it was conquered

clytemnestraaa

always such a struggle when you get to the sex scene part of the fic you're writing and you're not horny at all. i don't know. their things were touching. without ANY underwear. the end.

captain-price-returns

oh no they’re going to start calling democrats the same thing they’ve been calling democrats for 20 years now

hotvampireadjacent

votoms

this same regular asks if we're hiring at least twice a week. the real answer is virtually always yes but none of the managers will give him the time of day because he never cleans his table up after himself. The interview really does begin the second you walk through that door...

votoms

times are tough i know but we all fantasise about running you over. you don't want to work here. we'll cook you. you'll be food. we'll sell you.

murkymarco

Caught myself spiraling and then remembered it's just my body not wanting to exist in these temperatures

jelloapocalypse

Someone asked me a while ago if I still had a photo of the worst sink I had ever seen while apartment hunting in Los Angeles. I assumed I deleted it so I didn't answer the ask and now it's gone, but as it turns out, yes, I do still have a photo of it.