#Wystery

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[justalittlebeekeeper]

All Tumblr Days Of The Week I Have Seen

A while ago I started making a compilation (without links unfortunately, because I am lazy) of all the Tumblr Days of the Week I have seen cross my dash, because I think it's silly and interesting and I wanted to catalog it. I didn't have any intention of sharing it, but I realized it had gotten pretty long, and who knows, maybe someone else would be interested. So, without further ado, in the order of the week:

Stupid fucking slut Sunday

Fingers in his ass Sunday

Six sentence Sunday

Suck her silly Sunday

Jungle Sunday

Shawty like a melody Sunday

Swipe him Sunday

Break stuff Sunday

Girlbulge Sunday

Polar bear Sunday

Sluggish Sunday

Somebody Else Is Gonna Have To Do It Sunday

Send me on my way Sunday

Smooch Shark Sunday

Smooth Shark Sunday

Yes Snakes Sunday

Al Pacino girl look at that rat Sunday

Kiss your mutual Monday

Sad ant with a bindle Monday

Exploding money Monday

Let's get it on cunts Monday

Maim him Monday

Sparkle on it's Wednesday Monday

We're just normal men Wednesday Monday

The missile knows where it is Monday

ps5 brain Monday

Mimir Monday

Bare Minimum Monday

Simply don't Monday

Me if I was lobsta🦞 Monday

Mole interest Monday

Safe to leave the bog Tuesday

Twelve bricks Tuesday

I thought it was Wednesday Tuesday

Tuesday light me up

End of my rope Tuesday

Wednesday is tomorrow innit Tuesday

Funky fellow Tuesday

Trash him Tuesday

Meeting on the turret stairs Tuesday

Turn off Tumblr Live Tuesday

Tired Tuesday

Trying Not To Feel Doomed Tuesday

Too Tired to Care Tuesday

tdick Tuesday

Unethical science Tuesday

Toss him Tuesday (one piece)

No Snakes Tuesday

Tuesday again? No Problem

Toasting him Tuesday

Tumblr Tuesday: National Nothing Day (by staff)

You rockin with time theft tuesday?!

This thing Tuesday

Tuck him in Tuesday

Wedical Wystery Wednesday

White Boy Wednesday

WIP Wednesday

Wet Beast Wednesday

Wob Wednesday (mp100)

End of my rope tuesday Wednesday

Wednesday Wednesday (Addams family)

It's Wednesday or as I like to call it Thursday

WAAAAAAAAAAA Wednesday (mp100)

Whoop him Wednesday

The massive "It is Wednesday" post

El woowoo Wednesday

It's Wednesday, or as I like to call it, the Ides of March

Weary Wednesday

Whatever I can get away with Wednesday

Wet rat Wednesday

We're just normal men Wednesday

Woodcock Wednesday

White Girl Wednesday

Remembering the passage of time Wednesday

Do it weird Wednesday

Dry beast Wednesday

Bigweld Wednesday

Weevil Wednesday

Its Comes Fucks Me Wednesday

Out of Touch Thursday

Thottie Thursday, or as I like to call it, Sunday

Lord Foog the 2st Thursday

Present Mic's concave ass Thursday (bnha)

We put the they in them Thursday

Thumping him Thursday

Out of touch Touya Thursday (bnha)

Unlimited brutality 5 for $5 on Thursdays

Onto better things Thursday

Tuckered out Thursday

This job sucks Thursday

Fire Gator Thursday

Very specific archive Thursday

Flat fuck Friday

Thank Gnome it's Friday

Frankie Friday (one piece fandom)

Bean Hole Bfriday

Flatworm Friday

Fuck him on the forest floor Friday

Fuck your mutual from behind Friday

Frilled shark Friday

Fuck him up Friday

Bully your mutuals Friday

Big Dumb Idiot Baby Apple Fight Friday

Electric phallus Friday

Faint Friday

Fat fuck Friday

Fuck it Friday

Lesbian Friday

Frigate friggin' Friday

Street fighter fuck her from behind Friday

Stroganoff Saturday

Slapping him Saturday

Sad slav Saturday

Snoozy Saturday

Say on my ass Saturday

Dragon Saturday

Sludge Saturday Baby

Small joys Saturday

Beat the shit out of him Saturday

Saturday shorts

Bonuses:

Penisula thurtueswednesday

happy woke up thinking it was wednesday sunday but it was actually fucking friday tuesday

[cultivaet]

when  songs  are  sung,  their  verses  speak  of   the  crisp  green  apple  that  bleeds  pink,   nerium  sweet,   cut  by  pretty  teeth.   the  paradigm  of  cross-breeding:   plant  the  pearl  in  a  fertile  bed  of  oleander.   she  will  know  poison  like  a  second  blood  and  will  fear  it  not.     /     pale  green  eyes  born  amethyst,   the  strange  magic  of  life  beyond  death.    this,   the  half-moon  scars  in  taut  flesh  of  fair  shoulders,   endowments  of  a  rotted  motherhood.    waterlogged,   unbleeding.    unfurl  in  the  midnight  water  and  know  eternity  as it kisses deathless lips. /     kill  what  does  not  serve,   even  if  it  is   tender. love it still — as it rots in damp earth, honeycomb bones feed the newborn roots of nectared poison. drink this, the sweet-rare wine of infinite variety, green  eyes alight over porcelain: there is no love which cannot be regrown from its corpse. tend to these immortal longings and watch them flower.

birth name laeya wysteris celtigar. title lady of claw isle, widow of lord tbd of house tbd, the twice-born pearl. age thirty. gender cis woman. pronouns she + her. orientation bisexual + biromantic. residence claw isle, blackwater bay. alliances house celtigar, house targaryen of dragonstone. worship the seven, by name alone. father lord alester florent, fifty-four, alive. mother ruling lady laera celtigar, deceased twenty-one years. siblings ruling lord tbd celtigar, alive, 29 + lord utp celtigar, alive, 26 + lady visenya celtigar, 25. husband lord tbd of house tbd, deceased two years. cousins house targaryen of dragonstone, by lady celtigar + house tbd, by marriage inspired by laura palmer, twin peaks. cleopatra, cleopatra. ingrid magnussen, white oleander. rosaline, romeo and juliet. irene janson, dark passage. the lady in the lake, the haunting of bly manor. cecilia tallis, atonement. eve/lilith + siren tropes.

　　please be aware of a detailed attempted drowning (filicide) and brief suggestions of mental illness, killing a husband by poisoning as written below.

one. little girl in love with the sea spray and almond organza mold of girlhood. heavy lidded amethyst eyes, donated by the blood of her mother, placated by laughter as light as the foam she runs through. soaks flesh and fabric, threatens to drag little bones into that great, starving sea — saved by father, protector. he has always been stronger in body than mind, a stoicism that staunches where his wife bleeds: this, the one lesson that survives girl's mortal turn. silence survives. this is his contribution. he does not reappear in this story.

two. the twice-born pearl, they call her, dragged from the unshallow sea, lightning strikes and full moon turning the turbulent water a cataclysmic violet. in its depths: a half-dead mother cradles her daughter, a child still milk sweet with sleep fostered by the poppy, heavy limbs unable to struggle. there is no other way this was going to end. the ruling lady laera had not gone mad, as many suspect, in the days following queen laena's death — but such a tether between twins does not die as mortals do. it carries on into those fathoms of the in between, snagging, wearing thin with the enduring. even if she had been whole after the loss, death's silent moths would eat away at silken valyrian hair, woolen celtigar marrow. she would not wait for the madness to come for her. curled the small arms of her daughter around her neck and stepped into the water. lapped at ankles, knees ( thin skirts float, floating oleander bloom ), cause her naval and small toes to curl in protest. on and on .. in her strong mind: it cannot be murder if it is mercy. the child in her arms is a perfect duplicate of mother's doomed flesh and blood, has woven within her that purgatorial fabric between life and death. if not interrupted, the poor creature would carry it into womanhood and find madness in its moth-eaten body. with their deaths, so celtigar blood will remain unsullied. ripe to reign.

three. blackwater keep ( father's house ) collects children as little trinkets of trauma: scuffed pearls turned into wilted dustflowers, shy of both the sun and vivacity of the reach. and so the massive chasm splits celtigars into pairs: the eldest, who mourn that which they have known, and the youngest, who do not remember what it is they are meant to mourn. the eldest cradle mother's memory like a blade, a bird. a thing to use, hone, to feed. the ruling lady will serve them again, some day. this, bolstered by the diaries laera had kept, which are discovered and devoured by laeya in her earliest years of womanhood. an unconditional template for living passionately, even crudely, but holding tightly to the drawstrings of family and loyalty. reading them felt of velvet and moss, both impossibly sumptuous and breathing. they coiled such dichotomies in laeya's belly: to despise and devour, bask and delude, honor and proliferate. she did not offer any teachings of selflessness, save for the sacrifices for family, so laeya did not learn a varied humility. the diaries carved her, a sea salt-splintered juniper blooming in the great redwoods of the reach, into something equally unmanageable and plain to meaning. girl grown into woman, pink oleander growing at her feet, and one does not need to interpret her. she is clean, clear, fluid as the sea and reliable as the tide. but mind the nerium roots — thick and knotted, stretching below the soil like a king starving for land. reactive, poisonous. do not touch or attempt to disrupt, lest the stranger visit your breathless body in the night. four. mother's body lashed away by the sea, only the lord regent remains on claw isle. the children visit increasingly as they grow — particularly the second born child, a lord, doomed to deny laeya the title of ruling lady. the title, i say, and i mean title alone, for her own doom was the gift of thorns and burrs, to bury them in the pale flesh of brothers and sister, to demand wholeness, sincerity, affection. one does not move without the others feeling the pull. but there is such disparity. love, but intolerance. togetherness, but brutality. cultivate it. do not call it a weakness, this honesty of blood. weave it into the marrow of house celtigar and weave that marrow into the honeycomb bones of kings and rulers, and watch westeros bloom with what is has always been lacking. for the good of the kingdom. this, of course, is a convincing ruse for a simpler selfishness: a mother's vision of celtigar blood continuing to reign, absent the celtigar name, is a clever insurance of good fortune without bearing the weight. laeya, continuing this urbane clawing at the sentiment of the crown, keeps her mother alive. goddess, and ghost.

five. a singular complication: laeya, the eldest, was married first. her father's intentions had been pure, insisting not upon a man who might bring wealth or status to house celtigar, but who instead might be good to her. strong but amenable, insistent but flexible. even still beyond herself, in her father's vision of what she needs, dichotomies rule eldest celtigar. but how easily she betrayed such a sweetness, father's intentions unsuitable. for what good would a lowly house do to aid in her life's occupation? but the kind man, good man ( a duplicate of her father, by all accounts ) lived as she cultivated her second rebirth, to rise from the wilted bones of him. finally: poisoning disguises itself as sweetrot if carried out over years. the roots were dug reverently from her own garden, soaked in honeyed tea and mead. the murder of a lifetime, ten years of affection and humble care culminating in laeya returning to claw isle — husbandless, childless. but she is again buried in the very rot of her family, a putrid-sweet smelling thing. she thrives.

six. it is nearing two years since the death, pronounced an unfortunate illness by the foolish and undereducated maester. no one save her brother, the ruling lord, knows its true cause. most importantly, she is returned to the calling laid out by her mother: keep celtigar blood on the throne, or find it irreparable and raze it — raise it elsewhere so that it will thrive, if she must.

　　　　　CONNECTIONS. PINTEREST. TRACKER.

[macgyvermedical]

Wedical Wystery Wednesday is Back!

In the early 1940's, a German laboratory was testing a new antibiotic for use during WWII. This particular drug seemed to be extremely toxic, causing the mice being tested to seize, fall into a coma, and often die.

Though a terrible antibiotic, 20 years later this drug would represent a massive turning point in the management of chronic disease. Without looking it up, what was the drug, and what disease did it treat?

[realms-of-chaos-and-magic]

Under The Moonlight (Part Two)

 Looking back, I should have known there was a reason that a particular bartender of The Quelled Breath looked familiar. Though there were plenty of places I prospered across the Unseelie Court, the comfort and familiarity of that tavern was where I made a name for myself. However, based on my assumed profession, I was no stranger to scowls or discourtesy. There was a woman whose scowl made my stomach drop every time I caught her staring at me, but I just couldn’t place where I could possibly know her from. Or perhaps my brain didn’t want me to mark the similarities of her dark hunter’s green hair and jade eyes to the wicked creature that haunts my nightmares even now. 

  On paper, everything went as expected. Mostly. 

  I caught the attention of a client, we went to their room at the Quelled Breath. However, this room was not one I had ever been to in all my time in the establishment. It was a luxury suite, which immediately alerted me that this person could be Unseelie sidhe royalty. I was used to hooded figures that only disrobed once we were in the bedroom, but I never expected to see her anywhere near here.

 Disrobing to show me her glorious, nude body, was Wysteris, Princess of Thorns and Nightshade. 

 My courtesy was immediately dismissed politely as the Princess held no vanity for her royal title. She was very kind, requesting me to join her in a nude talk before getting to what she would pay for. Shadows that looked like smoke danced along every crevice and curve of her. Her long, deep purple hair was eerie close to the night sky. Atop her head was a crown made of thorns that radiated like moonlight. Even though it wasn’t true, I wanted to tell her I loved her the more we spoke.

  Though I couldn’t possibly have anything in common with an Unseelie Princess, she made me feel comfortable in a way I had only felt with Wheat. In fact, when she asked me my name, I nearly said Erona instead of my work name; Apple. In another life, I would have loved to be friends with her. 

  Sex with her was my first taste of what sex with sidhe was like. Power effortlessly flowed out of sidhe royalty and I had to contain my desire to fuck her from the moment she disrobed. I learned later that our naked conversation was her version of foreplay. The Princess’s dancing shadows also danced along my body with every kiss, touch, and lick. I cried out in pleasure more times than I ever thought possible. 

  As she lay between my thighs, Wysteris asked me permission for her thorns to join. I didn’t usually enjoy much pain in sex, but I eagerly said yes. I wanted to try something new with someone who effectively laid out trust. 

 Kissing me as she guided some of her shadows in and out of me, I could feel thorns wrapping around my legs. Like the princess herself, the thorns were polite and never pressed hard enough to draw blood. My body was right at the delicate edge of pleasure and pain. Wysteris mastered her body and magic, so I knew she was not at fault for what happened next.

  As Wysteris took a break from kissing to maintain effective control of her powers, the room was overcome with the sweet smell of cinnamon and a sourness underneath that I couldn’t quite place. I noticed her shadows covering the entire space around us save for something above us that I couldn’t understand at first glance. At first, I thought the dark tendrils forming in thickness and penetrating through her shadows were her thorns until the tendril suddenly took hold of her neck and pulled her from me. It was then that Wysteris thorns bore into my legs.

  I had little time for screaming as Wysteris remained suspended in air, choking as the tendrils grew rapidly until they wrapped around her entire body. Her shadows were dying out, the rest of the room slowly came into view and I could see a pair of hooded figures in the room with us. Try as I might to move and help the dying princess, I was held in place by her thorns and a power so intense I nearly felt paralyzed. 

  It wasn’t until her body went slack, that the thorns let me go. The dripping purple and black tendrils burst through the Princess’ chest and eyes. Glowing flowers slowly bloomed along her corpse. Her body stayed in mid-air, held together by a mold controlled by one of the figures in the room. 

  I didn’t realize I was crying until one of the hooded figures approached the side of the bed. I couldn’t move. Whether it was on account of the pain from the thorns or the shock of registering that the Princess had been assassinated in front of me didn’t matter; The figure beside me was enough to render me speechless.

  Yth had sold me as a pawn in a game I had no intention nor knowledge of playing. Her desire for richness knew no bounds as she unleashed a tale of conspiracy to pin the murder of the Unseelie Princess on me. Apparently Wysteris had a habit of escaping court to indulge in sex and once her sister told her what may become the richest whore in all of the Faerie Realms was her stepdaughter who disappeared many moons ago, it didn’t take much more plotting for Yth to get me involved with the assassination of a royal. Wheat once told me that no one has more connections to secrets than a courtesan and a lecher.

  What Yth probably should have expected was that the fewer people alive to tell a secret, the better. If Yth was able to orchestrate this just for wealth, what would stop her from telling the King who truly killed Princess Wysteris? Yth was never that smart.

  Her death was nowhere near as slow. It took effort to kill sidhe royalty for they’re mostly immortal unless bested by someone with equal power. As breathtaking as my stepmother was, she always resented that she was a lesser fae. As such, a beheading would do the trick instantly. 

  And so it did.

  I wish I could say seeing her severed head rolling off her neck onto the floor with a harsh thud was enough for me to succumb to madness. I had wanted her dead for a long time, though I never once had the wherewithal even to try killing her. If anything, it felt like I released a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

  Until I realized that whoever beheaded her had to be close to me. 

  The remaining hooded figure stared at me as I remained paralyzed, their hand covered in blood. Whoever this was only needed their hand to behead my stepmother. I was torn between saying thank you and screaming.

  “You’re still alive,” the figure said.

The last thing I remember, before everything went black, was the sight of the swirling mists within the irises of the hooded figure. 

  When I awakened, I was in the care of the woman I’d forever call my savior. A beautiful woman whose body was covered in flowers and tendrils that looked so familiar but wouldn’t quite place for many years to come. A woman with broad, iridescent wings.

A woman I have killed for.

  Lothrania.  

[thewanwriter]

hope everybody day was cool or eventful ! <3

[strawberryy-dreamer]

'This isn't a dream you'll be waking up from Count--'

Been really thinking about wtf Van Hellsing's experiments on Alucard consisted of--- hence this sketch

/// Also the body markings were heavily inspired by @wysteriate alchemy marking hc. so go check out their work ///

[bastardbvby]

sapnap loving orange juice and living in florida….world works in mysterious ways

[lordabbalisk]

(Wystery 💓)

[iscarioted]

Combine @wysteriate 's alchemical markings hc with my Anderson tattoos hc to create a truly based version of Andercard

[ajstudio]

In an alternate universe where vampires are aquatic creatures of the night, the Hellsing Organization have conducted experiments improving and empowering their own Vampire Killer. He's kept in the sub-basement where amongst his many luxuries he has his own tank big enough to take up an entire floor. You could argue that it is made up of 9-10th of the floor with the remaining tenth being walk space. On the nights he's out hunting for prey he loves swimming in the waters offshore after storms have passed especially on the nights of a full moon peeking through the clouds of a nebula sky. Especially since those are the nights his bloodlust demands to be sated. While he can walk on the sandy shores with his own set of legs courtesy of the experiments he feels more at home in the salt water. On a previous mission, there was a time he wouldn't leave the Caspian Sea for this very reason. He wanted to stay in the waters and drink in the scenery of the night sky like the blood of his enemies that night where the mountains bordered his surroundings.

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I've been trying to reblog Maddie's reblog of @wysteriate 's reblog of @pokerharem 's Merman Alucard with this headcanon I came up on the spot but Tumblr was not letting me. So here it is.

@merumely @thirstyforlulu @alucardownsmyass @hunnie880 @doodleferp @michi-tala @amikartest

[the-hellsing-organisation]

Hellsing Blogs

A collection of all the active Hellsing blogs here on Tumblr.

There aren’t many requirements to be added: You have to be active (meaning if your blog hasn’t uploaded anything in 2 years, maybe you aren’t active), your blog has to upload anything Hellsing related and you shouldn’t engage in bullying or discrimination.

That’s it. It doesn’t matter if you just talk about Hellsing, create fanarts, fanfictions, headcanons, if you are a roleplay blog ... everything is fine.

Please see that your blog is visible and I can tag it. 

Reblogs are allowed and appreciated.

List below the cut.

A

@akramhellsing89​

@alucard-d

@alucardsfangs

@alucards-countess

@alucardownsmyass

@alucard-the-edgy

@all-ringils-blazing

@alexvancro

@ask-zero-and-gang

@angelfeast

@anderseeds

@anemmone

@animeguyzzloverzoo

@amikartest

@aroalucard

@arz-icons​

@autumnaaltonen​

@avri2002

B

@barbvalentine​

@blood-and-cigars​

@bisexual-emily-x-character​​

C

@carnstein

@calellsing

@crepuscol

@chaotictimemachineruins​

@crystallinee-waters

@count-glockulaa​

@coldspaghittieart

@chiefcolorathletetoad

D

@daddyy-alucard

@deconstructing-dracula​

@diamond-star​

@disappointed-coffee​​​

@doodleferp

@dont-touch-my-balls

@domesticvampyr13

@dumb-and-very-dumb

@dracsqueenie

@dragon-stones​

@dread-witness​

E

@elixirvitae​

@eyepatchedgunslinger

F

@fandoms-via-emily

@fairbrookwingates

@frederickfrick​

@friedrichnapier

@fictionalfreaks

@foggy-flame

G

@gear-mitzi-the-hellsing

@grey-irish-fire

@grimbessy

@goblin-tears​

@godmother-of-fairies

H

@hellogreyeyedathena​

@hellsingandotherstuff

@hellsing-black-hole​

@hellsingfanwriting​

@hellsing-is-the-best

@hellsing-security

@hellsingultimateask​

@hellsings​

@hellsinggg

@hellsinglive

@hellsing-inserts

@hellsingtime​

@hellsing-manga-and-more​

@hellsing-dusk​

@hellsingocappreciation​ ​ ​

@herushingu

@hewwio​

@higgsinos​

@hunnie880​​

@hyllaswriting

I

@icecry​

@icymeru

@ironcladvalkyr

@iscariot-feels​

@incograph​​​

@incorrect-hellsing-qoutes

@integradarkedits

@integra-owns-me

J

@janvalentine

@jaygrotesque

@jovialmisterfox

K

@kaiohversailles

@kaybibee

@kradeelav

@krouste

L

@laskume-dragon

@lateralspew

@leona-kaiba

@lesbianalucard

@lesmismignon

@lettart

@lostmonsterart

@lovecraftcryptid13

@lorehellsing​

@lunzek

M

@makemetame​​

@marias-wonderland​

@meldreemurr​

@ms-serasvictoria

@michi-tala

@millennium-headquarters​

@my-mild-ginger​

@mob-sama​

@morgan-diablood​

@monsterfuckeraren​

@mylovelylittlething​​

N

@namelesscoward1

@naonolvi​

@neet0​

@nextheadofhellsing​​

@nightmare-gigi

@normalize-romanticise-fetishize

@nokonokoaa​

O

@ofwraithsandwords

@oliverwritesstorys

@outlawz9900

P

@petitefangs

@punishedhermeshasnowings​

@pumpkingchaos ​

@pumpkin-patch-cat​

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Q

R

@random-hellsing-blog

@rebeccamayer​

@rebeccaotaku98

@redobbo

@redviper321

@ripvanwinkleedit

@roseangel1608

S

@saturnberry

@saltyshellsingshit​

@saratonin-art​

@sera-chylle

@secondhandxsmoke

@scissionthesoul

@scourgeofshadows

@shavonnesart

@starseraphim

@strawberrycow000

@solidandetc​

@sodalikesart​

@sinish-tem

@sir-intxgra​

@simp-for-enrico-maxwell​

@sprouttiff

@sirintegra-hellsing

@sugarintegra​

@svannex​

T

@thatzeta​

@that-smirk-alucard-gets-tho​

@the-better-parts-of-space

@the-hellsing-organisation

@theloveandthedead

@therewasatale

@theruleofbeasts

@throwaway91210

@trashymammalishere

@thirstyforlulu

@th3y-f0und-m3​

U

@ultimate-hellsing-dyke​

@urfilgoth​

V

@vanhelsingenthusiast

@vampiric-baumkuchen

@vihainenkissa

@vladislavthedad

W

@whispyboi​

@wysteriate​

X

Y

@yev-alver

@youreaclownnow

Z

@zuendwinkel​

Roleplay Blogs

@bernvdotte

@cerasphim

@count-alucard-tepes​

@dokvta

@frauleinfreeshooter

@heinkeltheiscariot

@hellslngs

@herrbrigadefuhrer​

@thecountundead​

@triquctra​​

@judaspriested

@priestofjudas​

@iscariot-no-yumi​

@magic-bullets​

Bram Stoker’s Dracula Blogs

@a-pain-in-the-neck

@aroalucard

@crepuscol

@dracupa​

@evilrenfield

@honeynabisco

@the-hellsing-organisation

@trash-eating-demon​

@marghen

@mushroom-gay-goblin

@nightmare-gigi

@quincey-morris

@vanhelsingenthusiast

[macgyvermedical]

Wedical Wystery Wednesday 5 be upon ye:

Something strange happened on the Hudson river in the 1950's. For several years in a row, the trout coming out of that river were getting bigger and bigger, nearly doubling in size. This was pinned to an environmental contaminant from a nearby factory.

What was the contaminant, and how did it ultimately change the American way of life by preventing (and then later causing) a myriad of food-related illnesses?

[jessiesjaded]

I was tagged by @shanaraharlyah <3 NO CHEATING: You’re starring in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title. Who/what is it?

Last person was this pic of Jermey Fragrance 😫😭

And the title will be "Spitting Off The Edge of The World" by Yeah Yeah Yeahs.... So I'm starring in spitting off the edge of the world with Jeremy Fragrance....

I tag @saiyanelitecabba @blairwitchh @punishedtestament @actual-bag-of-salad @wysteriate @queerb @dreamdripdistance @tripp-pants-sora @fiveais @polarcosmology @vivi-mire Of course no pressure to do it 💗

[thewanwriter]

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This is my first time editing a video i got from youtube and putting my upcoming song behind it. Pretty cool can’t wait to get better

12/31 Save the date!

[beatlemeat-archive]

heya scooby doomwere comin after you were gonna solve that wysterie mystery!