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One Nice Bug Per Day
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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we're not kids anymore.
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@theevenusianwitch
a gentle reminder:
eat something. take your medicine. you are not a burden to others. your emotions are just as real as theirs and deserve to be listened to. relax your jaw and shoulders. it’s okay to take a break sometimes you deserve rest. it’s okay to be yourself. you’re not hard to love and anyone who opposes that does not deserve your time. you’re going to be okay.
The reason people are told "mundane before magic" is so they remember to do things like check whether they've got mold or carbon monoxide in their house before they decide the problem is a malevolent spirit, find out whether their health problems have a treatable medical cause before deciding they're cursed, and make sure they have a mechanic check their car once they hear funny noises instead of just casting a safety spell on it and calling it good. People get hurt if they neglect the mundane.
Accidentally clicking on an AI assistant feels like clicking on a link that’s going to give you a virus.
its christmas eve and look whos on tumblr
all of us
Jesus also spent Christmas in a barn full of animals
‘MEMORIAL TO 418 PALESTINIAN VILLAGES WHICH WERE DESTROYED, DEPOPULATED AND OCCUPIED BY ISRAEL IN 1948’ (2001), is a work by Palestinian artist Emily Jacir, born in 1972, featuring a refugee tent embroidered with the names of Palestinian villages impacted by Israeli expansion.
Protection Spray 🖤
(for peace, power & energetic defense)
Sometimes you don’t need a spell jar or a candle - just a quick spritz of protection. This herbal mist blends ancient warding herbs that cleanse, shield, and restore your peace.
🌿 You’ll need:
• Hyssop – wards off negativity and spiritual grime
• St. John’s Wort – keeps away hexes and dark energy
• Agrimony – reflects curses back to their sender
• Mugwort – strengthens your psychic shield and intuition
• Rosemary – protects your peace, mind, and aura
💧 How to make:
1. Fill a clean spray bottle with distilled water or moon water.
2. Add a tablespoon of witch hazel or vodka as a natural preservative.
3. Add small pinches of each herb (or a few drops of their essential oils).
4. Optional: include amethyst chips or a drop of frankincense oil for extra protection.
5. Shake gently and whisper your intention: “Only peace and protection surround me.”
6. Charge it under sunlight or moonlight for one full cycle.
🕯 How to use:
Spray around your aura, home, or workspace whenever you feel heavy, anxious, or watched.
Use before sleep or rituals to cleanse energy and seal your boundaries.
𓆩♡𓆪 Safe, sacred, and fully charged.
Goodnight to the ghetto black girls
Goodnight to the queer black girls
Goodnight to the autistic black girls
Goodnight to the weird black girls
Goodnight to the nerdy black girls
Goodnight to the strong black girls
Goodnight to the mentally ill black girls
Goodnight to the trans black girls
Goodnight to the crybaby black girls
Goodnight to the black girls all about self-preservation
Goodnight to the artistic black girls
Goodnight to the "fast" black girls
Goodnight to the nonbinary black girls
Goodnight to the black girls, who had to grow up too early
Goodnight to the fatherless black girls
Goodnight to the motherless black girls
Goodnight to the black girls, who are the eldest sibling
Goodnight to the black girls who have made it this far
Goodnight to the black girls that don't fit in
WARNING ⚠️
This a pro African American, black, nigga page.
BE ADVISED!
People on twitter have been saying this website is extremely white and tbh its making me very curious what the demographics of this site are (of my own reach anyway) so
What is your race (predominantly)
White
Latino
Middle Eastern
Asian
Black
Indigenous American
Aboriginal Australian
Pacific Islander
Mixed
Other
DISCLAIMER: Race is a non scientific concept with no exact definitions. It is a social construct primarily characterized by how society treats you and thus this is an imperfect poll. If you feel none of the options here reflect you and your experience I implore you to reblog this with your experience as I am curious about that and want to hear about it.
Uh.... Please reblog this and cast as wide a net as possible
smoking with ichigo..
after copping from the plug on his way home from some soul reaper work , or whatever ichigo told you it was, he told you to forget dinner and to order pizza. you could tell already that this was going to be a long night. ichigo usually only smokes nefore bed with you on occasion when he can’t sleep well. but tonight you said you wanted to smoke him out and see what happens. you also made edibles, red velvet cupcakes, but you weren’t playing fair so you didn’t tell him that. a surprise for later.
after you finished prepping for the long night, he bursts into the door almost breaking it to slam it shut upon seeing you. you in a tiny pair of white lace panties that barely covered anything along with a matching, equally as skimpy white lace bra. with a red satin robe barely hanging onto your shoulders , all he could do was stare and feel himself grow a tent in his pants already. “ichi baby i made you some treats!! i missed my sweet boy,” you purr and strut over to him with two cupcakes in hand. you give him one and he can barely register devouring the whole thing because of you.
he barely notices you taking the weed out his pocket to go roll it up. he follows to your bedroom ,quickly behind you. you’re eating your cupcake too, realizing how strong you made these on accident. perfect. he finally finds words to tell you how his work was while finding a background noise show on tv. with the first blunt soon rolled and pearled to perfection, you took the first few hits while laying on the bed with ichigo between your legs already. his head on your tummy with his hands feeling up your thighs.
as your high came with the weed first, you pulled him by him jaw to hold the blunt in his mouth while he smoked. his tolerance was a little lower than yours and it had been some time with the edible sitting on him. ichigo felt the edible creeping on the longer he smoked. his eyes getting real low as he gazed upon you. he always looks so good between your legs. must be where he belongs.
you take the blunt back and take a few more long hits, letting the weed fill your senses. the first sense being in your pussy already. your panties could barely cover your lips and were so thin from how wet you were getting. “ichi baby, you high already? you’re so quiet on me,” you took another hit watching the blunt almost become a roach. ichigo was so high and hard and staring at your cunt through your panties.
he was damn near drooling. he started kissing up your inner thighs, biting them too. such a sensitive place for you and he knows that. you moan and whimper the more he bites and kisses, making you so wet and needy for his mouth. “i want another hit pretty girl,”ichigo took the roach from you, taking a long hit. you grabbed a second blunt and lit it, watching him ash the first on the tray nearby. you kept smoking while he leaned back and slid down the bed a little further.
with his face so close to your cunt, he could smell you, nearly taste too. he didnt bother to take your panties off, just going in with a long lick of his tongue all over your cunt before kissing your clit. panties too thin from you being so wet but his mouth was warmer and hotter. and no cottonmouth, he was nearly drooling on you. he sucked on your clit through your panties with his hands reaching up to grope your tits. you started rocking your hips, grinding your cunt in his mouth as you grew closer and closer. you tasted so good, ichigo wanted more. tasting you through the panties had him grinding so hard on the bed he thought he would cum untouched.
you sat up to focus on riding his face the closer you got and he only sucked right on your clit harder. with a scream you let out a long moan with your whole body shuddering as you came on his face through your panties. you’re breathless trying to wrap your very high mind around your man but he was a few steps ahead.
pulling his remaining clothes off he grabbed the blunt from you to relight it. a hunger sat in you while watching him smoke. so hungry it made you get level with his dick to give his tip some kisses. you took him all the way in your mouth immediately , sucking him like you had bills to pay. he kept smoking with one hand on your head watching you suck his dick like you were so desperate for him. he was desperate to fuck you with the weed only making you feel so much better.
you swirled your tongue around the shaft while sucking him off while one of your hands went to massage his balls. they were so full and heavy rolling around in your hands. ichigo moaned deeply, letting some whiny breaths out. you were milking him dry with your mouth so soon and well he couldn’t take it. “oh fuck princess come here i want it in you” he growled pulling your hair to bring your lips to his.
he kisses you with such desperation you can feel it growing in you now. desperate for him. needy girl. one hand in your hair and the other hand pulling a pillow under your waist. prone bone…ichigo always did this position when you smoked together those rare times. he knows you can take it. he pushed his hands into your hips, adjusting your position on the pillow.
he was going to put a baby in you tonight. two strong hands grip your ass apart to spread your cunt open. ichigo lined himself up too easily needing your cunt around him. he slides in slow almost making you feel the most delicious stretch. no time to adjust he just started stroking deep and hard in your cunt. sliding around him too easy. he kept your ass spread making you take him deeper.
“daddy oh fuck it’s too much !!…” you screamed out while gripping the sheets hard. you were drooling, ichigo knew he hit you deep at that one spot you needed touched. a thick ring of cream forming around his dick from how good he was fucking you. “you’re taking this dick so well baby…you feel so good” ichigo moaned going a bit faster now , slamming in deep from the tip with every thrust. you couldn’t hold in a single moan no matter how hard you tried. he was fucking you too good for that to happen. you both were so high everything felt magnetic and warm. he was stretching you out too good. your grip on the sheets barely kept you stable.
“why you fucking me like this..”you whined with tears forming in your eyes. it was so much. too much. ichigo kept hitting that spot had you creaming around his dick the whole time. you were floating so close to soaking the bed, it all was too much. he let go one of your ass cheeks he was holding to spank it over and over. this was going to be a long night wasn’t it?
we need to invent a way to explain how deep running and pervasive and subliminal racism and antiblackness is without immediately sounding like an insane conspiracy theorist
female characters are always lighter than male characters. strong characters are almost always dark. aggressive characters are almost always dark. peaceful and intelligent characters are almost always light. even amongst darker characters the lightest one is usually either the leader or the girls. dark is evil and light is good.
if you try to explain this to a white person they look at you like youre insane
It's become so (purposely!) normalized that people don't even realize what they've internalized and how that affects their perception.
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ive got some grief stuck in my ribs yes
i have started dipping my toes in the fanfic arena on here..bleach and jjk but i’m stuck on bleach real heavy cause i keep rewatching it…literally everyone with very few exceptions is FINE AS FUCK… @strwbrrysiren go look !
i hate when people ask me what sign i am like bitch i’m a sign from god. start running.
you are 16. you are talking with a gay man in his 50s or 60s, a friend, huge and gentle with a scarf and short fluffy curls of gray hair, who has directed you in two plays staged in your mid-size artsy town. (he has not yet asked you to be in his production of The Laramie Project which will change your life. this conversation will also change your life.)
he is talking about theatre. he is talking about theatre when he was younger. he says, "of course, it was AIDS then." in the pause, you ask him. clumsy and quiet and 16 and "straight," you ask him. what was it like.
he takes a moment in which his face is not like a person's face. "there was a time," he says, "i'm not sure how long, years. when i went to a funeral every weekend." he tells you about two funerals in a day, and choosing between friends when you couldn't make it to both. he does not look at you, he looks at them. his wet grey gaze is so clear that you start to see ghosts. it will be years before you understand why it feels like your grief too. why the ghosts call you family.
happy pride, family. i love every single one of you
when i wrote this post, i didn't expect very many people to read it. i figured it wasn't the kind of thing people liked to read and reblog, but it was late at night, and i was remembering this person, and i was crying, and i had to write it out. so i did.
to this day no other post gets sent to me so often by friends who have encountered it as a repost on some other site. the idea that more than one hundred thousand people have read these words, and know this story now, and maybe feel as i did, is tremendously humbling and unbearably beautiful to me. even by accident, even just passing on a story that is not my own, i often think that it is the best thing i have ever done.
happy pride, family.
