#Bean everyday

[daikunart]

【山河令 ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏɴᴏʀ】ᴇᴘ𝟷𝟸 | ꜱᴄᴏʀᴘɪᴏɴ ᴋɪɴɢ

[witchkittymeow]

Shes finally here!

I'm really proud of those heels idk how I managed to balance her so she stands

Shelf:

I'm running out of space SO fast

[jazzzzzzhands]

UWAAAA! My sister made me a Home!! (Wowie! a House for my birfday!) Wally is inside!! There he is!! My favorite part is that Home's Eyes follow you around! Very Clever!!! QwQ <33333 @qubelord

[beannary]

idk im doing laundry right now and i think its pretty rude of my dog to just like sit next to my laundry while im folding it?? like the least he could do is help me out a little but no he's just sitting over here on my bed in the little spot of sunlight sleeping like a little freeloading baby

[haveihitanerve]

YALL

so ive been a huge fan of all the graduate songs since i discovered that roland and curt had a band before Tff, and i always loved Happens So Fast because curt sings it and its one of only two songs on the entire album(or maybe even the only one i have to double check that) that he sings- but it never occurred to me until today to actually try and find a vid of him singing it and yall- oh ma gods its cute.

he clearly has very controlled vocals and honestly i adore his soft singing so so so so much, but when hes going at it like this- almost belting.

WOW. WOWOWOWOWOWOW

[darabeatha]

The true white day servant was M.octezuma Xocoyotzin all along

[fieriframes]

[And as the weeks and months ensued. I tried to make myself of use. Tilled and planted, but could not produce —. Not root, nor leaf, nor flower, nor bean; Lord! It seemed I overwatered everything.]

[badolmen]

Soldiers kill sheep in the streets and I see bison skulls piled high, the bullets are made in the United States.

Trees are set ablaze by tanks and I see Moses kneeling in fear and reverence, God does not speak from these flames.

The people starve and I see seaweed gathered in baskets on Irish shores, Dutch tulip bulbs boiled with rabbit bones.

When they said ‘never again’ it was never for love of the hundreds of millions murdered, nor fear of the systems that allowed such evil to rise. They said ‘never again’ to shipping lane inconveniences, to stock market woes, and to being seen for cowards.

At least a coward would sit in quiet fear, content in inaction. Now they sign over billions, condemning millions to the total destruction. Where is the shame? Where is the apathy? At least in that I can call them mere cowards. What else am I to call them but the evil they so long taught me to revile?

God have mercy on their souls. God have mercy on ours. For the body is doomed - the bombs will still fall, the blood will still spill, the graves of thousands will fill.

(How long is the queue to the pearly gates? Is St. Peter agrieved to see so many young faces? Are wives rejoicing or grieving the reunion with their husbands? Does the brother laugh or cry when he finds his sister among the crowd?)

From Carthage to Auschwitz we were warned. From Roman roads to shipping lanes we watched the weapons trade hands. And when we cry out to the powers that be, they turn away - unseeing, unhearing, unfeeling. Machine men, with machine minds and machine hearts.

But the horror is in knowing they are not machines. This is not their nature. They are men. Born with a love for humanity in their hearts, a desire for community and companionship and art. How did they lose such a fundamental part of their being? Was it beaten out of them by bitter men before them or did they discard it themselves, as though it were a cancer to be excised? Does it matter when they so zealously jump knee deep in blood and bone among bomb shattered homes?

And while it is troubling to consider that, being human, we too can have our hearts hardened, it is far more uncomfortable to consider that, being human, they may one day revert to natural compassion. And what does one do when the machine becomes man again? When he proves it was a choice all along? A choice he refused and snubbed until the bodies cooled and the graves grew grassy with age?

God forgive what I cannot.

[earths-way-of-laughing]

I went to spirit Halloween the other day and I deadass just went regular clothes shopping there

[daikunart]

Murder Bean Day 42/?

[pointyhatspointyears]

[depressedraisin]

an acquaintance of mine has recently moved to the uk and she's been posting pics of beans and toast and mashed potatoes on her instagram everyday for like a month now and. girl i get your excitement abt living in birkenhead ig but why are you doing this to yourself

[beannary]

i need someone with a degree in transgender to tell me what my gender is: im afab but i feel like a boy who wants to be a girl like what is happening here

[buttercupart]

@scientistredacted @valmun

level 99 cataclysmic nostalgia event dropping in 3, 2, 1

[night-creeps]

Day 5 of drawing Among Us everyday. Felt like practicing shading and filters so I just traced the official Crewgi figure from the Innersloth store! First pic is a reference to that one comic by porgiexd on twitter/X. The font is downloaded from a free font website of the my little pony friendship is magic font. All sources will be linked/posted in a reblog on this post!

[needsmorewlw]

*~Non-fetishistic mlm!Dylan headcanons~*🥰😇

I am being so pass agg rn

He worked out he was gay when he was like 10 after watching Teen Wolf.

He abides by the "Coming out to people by mentioning it casually in conversation" rule of homosexuality, to see who he catches off guard.

He still has girls who ask him out because he's tall and funny and listens to them when they speak.

He's surprised how often he has to tell these girls that he's gay because to him it's very obvious but apparently not to them.

He's had one real boyfriend but he was kinda toxic and just liked Dylan because he's tall.

Dylan has some hang ups over his one real relationship not ending well and has some lingering nervousness about starting a new one.

Doesn't stop him from being forward when he likes someone though.

Dylan flirts as a joke and then when it works he has no idea how to continue.

The personification of the "I dunno, I didn't think I'd get this far." meme.

He doesn't know where the joke flirting ends and the real flirting begins either.

If Dylan really cares about someone, he will go above and beyond for them (friends, dates and family). More than once it hasn't been reciprocated and his kindness got taken advantage of. Hence his fear of rejection.

His relationship with his parents is...fine. I can't help but feel like he has a parent who tells their friends that "he just hasn't met the right girl yet."

Designated class clown. "Please like me or I WILL take it personally."

No emotion has gone unrepressed for nineteen years.

Fake-it-till-you-make-it is his totally healthy coping mechanism. Pretend to be happy until the depression goes away. No he doesn't need therapy xx (sarcasm)

He rarely cries and only in private. Absolutely never in front of anyone unless you happen to catch him on a bad day.

He doesn't have anxiety and he's never had a panic attack. He sometimes disassociates after a failed social interaction where he accidentally offended/hurt someone.

He's not brave but he is self sacrificial. If someones gotta get hurt, it's gonna be him.

Dylan's the kind of friend who will hang out with you every single day for a week and then you won't see him or speak to him for three months.

Probably because he hyperfixated on a new hobby so hard he forgot he was a living human who needed to socialise.

He took piano lessons when he was a kid and taught himself guitar when we got older so he could play Wonderwall.

He builds PC's for his friends.

He cannot cook even if he had a gun to his head. Eggs on rice is about all he can manage.

He loves all things horror but never actually believed in it. Now he believes in it more and loves it a little less.

He doesn't go around proclaiming that he's gay but he's also not ashamed of it. If he's comfortable around you he'll make some jokes or euphemisms.

Simultaneously ^ He's real annoying when he has a boyfriend. He will talk about him all the time and you will get sick of it.

His lanky arms were made for cuddling. He is a snuggle machine. Pop your head on his chest babygirl, tell him all about your shitty ex.

Despite everything, he has a genuine optimistic view on life. He has a secret little five year plan that involves him moving out, graduating college and getting hired at NASA as an astrophysicist.

He spends more time curating his Spotify playlists than he does breathing.

He definitely gave his cat a full first, middle and last name.