#btw this is from:

[jemgirl86]

Bucky trying to explain why he jumped out that plane, without a parachute, just to follow Sam:

[dragoncarrion]

In tears

[magic-can]

The deadline has passed, the scumbags voted to continue sending money to Israel. Keep protesting, keep fighting. And keep supporting verified campaigns. The Alanqar family still needs help (verified #6 here) so if you want to do something please support their campaign in any way you can: https://www.gofundme.com/f/rising-from-the-ashes-ghadas-journey-of-hope-and-resilien?utm_medium=customer&utm_source=copy_link&utm_campaign=fp_sharesheet&lang=en_US

While you are at it, please share @zinaanqar ‘s campaign (link here)

[lap-wolf]

honestly now that you mention it, i sure am.

[batsandbirdsandothers]

Undead and Ghost Jason

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 of Ghost Series

[pouletpourri]

"You just have to look closely."

[boobilby]

Anyways

[goinggoats]

my favorite thing about the pnw is being reminded that not everywhere has a designated and agreed upon spiders season. i love you spiders season

[marlynnofmany]

If that doesn't have potential for some fairytale nonsense, I don't know what does.

[sherlockggrian]

tourist attractions

[maria-ruta]

the thought i had inspired by this post

[styxxsyringe]

ghanaian miku

[jeffament]

me when someone asks me literally anything:

[skrunklyaceartist]

Guys my uncle is toby fox and he told me this will happen in chapter three. Yes, he is winging his ding until he gasters. And chapter 3,4,5 will come out in 420 days. Believe me I’m telling the truth please please ple-

[soapcloth]

CW: 18+ MDNI, neighbour!price x reader - dividers -> @/cafekitsune

You find out John Price doesn’t play around when it comes to catching up on sleep while he’s on leave.

Struggling to bring in a heavy package one morning, you’re startled by your neighbour emerging from his unit huffing and puffing tiredly about noise in nothing but a simple pair of low hanging pyjama bottoms.

You’re concerned you’re going to get an earful when he wordlessly hoists the box up, uncaring about the way it tugs at his waistband to expose a dusting of hair and noticeable veins. Leaving your delivery just inside your door, he turns to look at you through squinted eyes, and your cheeks heat up when you realize you’ve been caught watching it bob under the loose fabric.

In your defence, he cuts quite the hypnotic figure from the side.

“Thank you, John-“ you try- only to be interrupted by a thick arm hooking around your neck; the other reaching behind him to close your door with just a tad too much force. His free hand lowers to scratch at his belly, prompting a loud yawn as a thick palm dips lower, giving himself a little squeeze. With a content hum rolling around in his chest, he pulls you into his apartment.

“Too early.” He grumbles as he flops onto his well-worn couch, half asleep and tugging you with him. Like a strangler fig, he rolls onto his side and cages you against the cushions, his legs tangling around yours and his cock unmistakably fattening against your belly.

[thebusytypewriter]

Hey Glitch you didn't need to get that personal--