#fypage

[1cyyminds]

my eyes?

[thebettertraiaad]

pussy stick

found this cool branch in the woods. i want to mount it but i need to make sure it's clean before i nail it anywhere.

[rafkaoc]

My lovely boi Kurt Wagner

[thebettertraiaad]

Not my art but i cant stop laughing at this😭(tim is standing like he's being scolded)

[saycheeeese]

Learn to Love Yourself

୨୧ Though this is for my Nanami fans, this post is specifically for my readers who struggle with body images and EDs. Remember, you're beautiful just the way you are! ୨୧

Food was your enemy. Whenever you heard of an event, you immediately found other places to be. You began to withdraw from social gatherings, and slowly ceased midnight snacking.

Nobody noticed. Nobody, that is, except for your God-sent husband.

Nanami often walked in to you body-checking yourself, or weighing on the scale, or reading the nutrition labels on foods. He never said anything, just retreated out of the room, lips pursed and one more wrinkle added to his forehead.

But you did find sticky notes on the most random surfaces in the house. You try to pry open a container of green tea, and a neon green sticky note with a message "You're so beautiful" would be pasted over the nutrition value label.

This silent war went on, you avoiding food, your weight drastically falling. In a matter of months, your sunken cheekbones pierce through your skin and your eyebags turn hollow, your shoulders sharp and pointed and collarbones eerily visible. Your hairline recedes dangerously and you can count almost each of your ribs, but that's okay, isn't it? Beauty is pain and beauty is everything. Or so you thought.

One day, when Nanami had finally had enough, he strolled into the bedroom where you'd taken refuge in after fleeing the dinner table. You'd said you hadn't an appetite, and silently withdrawn, your mashed potatoes and gravy going cold on your plate, untouched, along with the apple juice. You'd sat on your bed, scrolling through your phone, bitterly looking at photos of women with perfect appearances.

"Care to tell me what is bothering you, my love?" His voice is unusually soft, as if treading over dangerous territory. He crosses the distance in three long strides, perching on the bed beside you, taking your delicate hands in his strong, warm ones.

"Hm?" You look up absentmindedly, tears burning your throat as you repeatedly think, why am I the only one who has to do effort to be pretty? "Nothing."

He scoffs. Actually scoffs. "Don't give me that attitude, love. Tell me exactly what's wrong?"

"Like I said, nothing is-"

He sighs, shoulders sagging. "My love, darling wife, are you under the impression that I have not noticed you skipping your meals? That I am blind to the way your bones are becoming ever so prominent, that I have to make more effort to hug you tightly? Please, my love, tell me what's wrong. As your husband, I swear I will not judge you."

You loose a tight breath and fiddle with your fingers. "I ... Nanami, do you think I'm ... pretty?"

Nanami looks up at you, eyes sharpening beneath his glasses. Not in anger, but focus. Concern. Attention. The kind of gaze that weighs truth and chooses words carefully. He shifts closer to you, squeezing your hands once. Then he stands slowly. Waits a few seconds. And then pivots to you, his strong frame towering over you, yet the softest expression is on his face.

"I think," he begins, "you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen."

You shift, folding your arms over your chest. "You're just saying that to make me happy."

"No," he intervenes, his voice pleading. "I don't say things I don't mean." He inhales, closing his eyes, then opens them and smiles at you. A genuine, earth-shattering smile, warmer than a summer noon and sweeter than honey. "When you smile - really smile, not that polite one, I forget how sentences work. When you’re upset, your face scrunches right here,” he brushes a knuckle under your eye, tentatively, “and I want to rewrite the whole world just to ease it."

You look down, blinking fast. His finger slips under your chin and tilts it upwards, your eyes locking on his.

“You don’t have to look like anyone else,” he continues, quietly. “You’re not a painting to be judged. You’re the home I come back to."

"But-"

"It always surprises me, looking at you. Like staring at something the heavens shouldn't have made real. And if I say I am blessed to have you, the angel, the gift from heaven, the deity I always heard of but never saw until you entered my life, then it would be an understatement. I wish you could see you the way I do; then you'd fall in love with every infinitesimal detail of yours, the way you speak, the lilt in your voice, your accent, your eyes, the swing of your arms, your little dance when you like your food, that small scrunch on your nose whenever you're thinking, your eyelids drooping if you're angry, your nervous fidgeting and biting? My love, my sweetheart, my dearest wife, the light of my life; I have so much yet so little to say about your beauty. But ..." He takes a breath.

"God, I still cannot believe what did I do to deserve you. All I know is, I am forever grateful to you for making me believe in love, cradling my heart and promising me sweet rivers in heaven and bright stars in the sky; but I was not fazed or moved by your promises - it was you that made me crazy for you, your love. When you smile at me, like there is no one else in the world, no other men you prefer, it feels as if my heart would explode. My dearest treasure, my own Goddess, can you believe how hard is it to not kiss you whenever I see you? You may think you are imperfect, but for me, you are the standard, the beauty standard, and no other woman can be like you. You... you're impossible to get tired of, to forget, to get over."

"You ask if you’re beautiful like it’s a simple thing, like your beauty could ever be contained in a single word. If you were a sunset, people would bleed their fingers climbing cliffs just to watch you from a better angle, snapping pictures until their batteries died and their eyes still wouldn’t be full. If you were a painting, artists would curse their own hands, envy the God who sculpted you, and burn their brushes because nothing they create could ever compare, because you're the kind of stunning that makes artists want to pause, stare at you with their mouths open for an eternity and they still wouldn't want to go, still wouldn't be able to paint you, forever be envious that God made someone like you, and they cannot create an artwork close to capturing your beauty. If you were a poem, libraries would go silent when your name was whispered, and every stanza would be memorized like scripture. The stars would rearrange themselves to mimic the curve of your smile, and flowers would grow in your footsteps just to say they bloomed near you. Birds would forget how to sing when you spoke, and time itself would stutter just to catch another glimpse of you. You are not beautiful. You are beyond it. You are the ache in every artist’s chest, the line every poet dies trying to write. So no, don’t ask me if you’re beautiful. Ask me if the ocean envies your depth, or if the heavens pause to marvel when you pass. Ask me if I still remember how to breathe when you look at me like that … and the answer will always be no. And if you believe you are not the alluring siren I fell in love with, whom I devoted my life to, then let me prove it to you."

Nanami gently releases your chin, dropping his finger to your collarbone. He wipes away every tear rolling down your cheek, then kisses each side softly, cradling your face with a tenderness reserved only for you. His nimble fingers make quick work of your blouse's buttons, then, with one look at you, he slowly slips it off your shoulders.

You inhale sharply, ashamed that he is seeing your imperfections, the bones and curves, but all you can find in his eyes is affection so potent it steals the breath from your chest. He trails his fingers down your torso before gently undressing your skirt, then drops to his knees.

He raises his head, looking at you with a reverence found in a person kneeling in front of their deity. He cups a warm hand around the back of your thigh, then brushes his lip against your leg. A gasp crawls out of your burning throat, embarrassment flushing your face; but in Nanami's eyes, you're perfect, the embodiment of perfection.

He worships your body, slowly, gradually, leaving a trail of kisses along your leg, burning fire in their wake. He pauses. "I love everything about you. Your long legs, no matter how thick or thin they are, as long as they're yours (he chuckles, hot breath fanning your thigh). I wish you could see yourself the way I do, the way I'm doing now. I want you to remember me, remember this, whenever you look at yourself. The next time you look at yourself in the mirror, maybe you'll recall this memory of me, the words I said."

He resumes his ascent, rising on his knees, placing kisses across your abdomen as he holds you tight, like he fears you might disappear if he doesn't hold you close. The entire way, until he reached your neck, he kept saying words of affirmation, encouragement, devotion, telling you how pretty you are, what a hold you have on him, and when he teasingly - yet gently - clamps his teeth down on your fluttering pulse, he lowers you on the bed, lips on yours, devouring you dotingly, before pulling away.

"Stay there, my love; I'm coming back." With that, he exits, hands in his pockets. You bolt up on the bed, throwing a silk robe over your figure, frantically searching for a mirror - when you find it, you rise on your knees and glance at your reflection: hair cascading down to just above your waist, face gaunt and limned with pale moonlight and the scant luminescence of the single light bulb on, your body flawed and warped in your eyes. The door knob squeaks, and you plump down on the bed, the air whooshing out of the pillows.

Nanami flashes you a smile before rounding the bed and sitting beside you. He extends a plate towards you, and your heart plummets. He can evidently see the terror on your face, because in one swift move, he turns you around and holds you in his arms. The plate of chocolate-covered strawberries sits innocently in front of you.

"You once told me, you loved chocolate covered strawberries, right?" He softly says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You gulp. "You said you could eat them all day. Now, I know what is up with you. Food is not your enemy." He says a bit sternly, before grinning. "So, to help you fix your relationship with eating, I made these for you myself. Don't worry, I cook real good. I ... hope this whets your appetite, even if it surfaces trepidation about the fact you'll "gain weight". These are healthy, have low calories, aren't cheesy or fried, but who cares, right? Life is short, eat what you want. I chose this dish because it's easy to start your recovery with a simple snack like this. Please, eat. Y/n, can you eat this for me?" He looks at you with puppy eyes for the first time since you've seen this no-bullshit man, which makes you choke a strained laugh.

With trembling fingers, you pick up a strawberry. So much chocolate, so much sugar... But Nanami wraps a hand around yours, grounding you, and stills. He waits, waits for you to give a signal, so that he knows he's not forcing you to eat. You nod, words vanishing, and he guides your hand to your mouth. You nibble the strawberry, taking the smallest bite, and he beams at you, the most genuine, blinding smile, like he is so proud, so happy. You give him a close-lipped smile, and he picks up a strawberry himself. He looks at you, then takes a small bite. Eating with you.

"You know, the more you eat, the more I get to eat," he winks at you, bringing out a faint color in your cheeks. You understood what he meant, and he smirks back at you before picking up another drizzled fruit.

In half an hour, you've eaten three strawberries, Nanami's eyes wet with tears, like a proud father. You laugh out loud at that, and he nuzzles his face into your neck. You realize he's keeping you busy and distracted so you can't burn the food off, or throw it up, take in some medicines. You instinctively shoot a hand to your stomach, biting your lip in worry, but he shakes his head. "Do you think you could love me if I wasn't slim and thin?"

Nanami looks at the glasses in his hands, as if mulling over his answer. "I loved you then, and I love you now, but if this keeps on, will there be you left to love?"

You sigh, and Nanami places a kiss on your forehead. "You look so cute when you're eating. Come back to me, y/n. Please. I miss you."

You nod. "I - I'll try. I'll try for you, my love. Just, stay with me."

"I will stay with you every step of the journey, every second, and if you ever feel scared, just know there is a man who is happy you're alive. I don't care how you look. I married you for your heart, for who you are. Just some fat or muscle couldn't make me change my mind." He scoffs. "I have an idea. How about we do movie night tonight?" He glances at you, asking for affirmation, and after months and months of avoiding him, you finally decide it's time. Time to love yourself, love him, and spend a life full of joy, not constant anxiety and body-checking.

And now, tucked in beside Nanami on the couch, watching a newly-released movie, you can see the path to recovery glimmering. And he is there, every step with you.

[neodymiumcuilz]

PLEASE HELP SAMIR EVACUATE GAZA TO RECIEVE MEDICAL TREATMENT.

Scan the QR code, his fundraiser is also here.

"I can tell you from having visited what's left of Gaza's medical system, the death on this scale has a sound and smell that does not leave you." - UN Humanitarian Chief Tom Fletcher.

Medical treatment in Gaza is scarce and dangerous, not a single hospital hasn't been attacked or targeted by the IOF forces, (targetting hospitals is ILLEGAL under international law) and the most basic life saving supplies cannot be found, some doctors have to operate without anesthesia, or under a phone flashlight, because the electricity is turned off.

Samir needs to travel to receive life saving treatment, 30% of the goal has been reached, and as of recently, Samir has fallen into a coma.

"I ask you all to pray for Samir to wake up from the coma this is his second day and every day is a threat to his life. We hope that his condition will improve, and I also hope that we will receive $5,000 from you urgently to go out for treatment and perform operations. Today I went to the Al-Alam area to receive coupons and miraculously got a carton after a dispute, jostling, and quarrel. We were shot at, people were injured and killed. I'm talking to you because you're the only way to give me hope." - recent update as of June 3rd.

In Gaza, even going to collect a box of food can he a death sentence. Urgent help is needed to evacuate them from Gaza as fast as possible, please, if you can donate even the price of a coffee that would be amazing. (As you can see in the post above, this fundraiser is vetted !)

Please follow @samirahmed125

Please, Samir's condition is serious. He is in a coma. I beg you. We do not want to delay travel due to slow donations. If everyone contributes $100 or $50, it will help us with urgent treatment. I hope the owners of the big pages will appeal and not stop. We are a broken and desperate family. I do not know what to do with my children who are sleeping in the street, hungry, and with Samir, who is injured and in a serious condition. Please share as much as you can, donate and save my son who is fighting to live life. 🙏🙏🙏🥺

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[cvntyaddi]

Are you going to be a good girl for daddy?

no go suck a dick you cunt ♡

[lestatlioncourtt]

have we ever considered the fact that mike wheeler is going to be will byers' first kiss...?

[rinstering]

I know its not cannon compliant to say Dick used to “bully” Jason when they were younger, and now Jason is slowly losing it because everyone thinks Dick is just this precious bundle of joy. But as someone with 5 brothers growing up, that is the most accurate and rage inducing sibling interaction to have 

[doyouwantawaffle]

azuretime angst 🤑

[neodymiumcuilz]

THERE IS NO INTERNET IN GAZA, AND THEY ARE TARGETTING PARAMEDICS.

Hussein Muhaysin was among three paramedics killed in an Israeli attack on Gaza City.

The director of the ambulance and emergency services was well known in Gaza. Muhaysin previously rescued Ward, the Palestinian girl who walked through fire. Paramedic Wael Al-Attar and Volunteer Baraa Afaneh were also killed Monday. They were targeted by the Israeli army while responding to an earlier strike.

Dozens of Palestinians were killed across the attacks, including journalist Moamen Abu Al-Auf who was with the Paramedics. Social media users shared videos of the paramedics from past rescue missions.

Gaza's directorate of medical services called for an investigation into the Israeli army's targetting of paramedics, which is prohibited under international law.

Over 1400 healthcare workers have been killed throughout this genocide. THEY ARE KILLING PARAMEDICS. Hussein Muhaysin, Wael Al-Attar, Baraa Afaneh, Moamen Abu Al-Auf. Say their names, don't forget this.

I talk about this to point out the devastating tragedies unfolding in Gaza, these tragedies are carried out while the Internet is available in Gaza.

But have you ever thought about what could happen if they cut off the internet in Gaza?

HERE IS A LIST OF FUNDRAISERS FOR FAMILIES IN NEED, THEY MAY BE CUT OFF FROM THE WORLD RIGHT AS WE SPEAK RIGHT NOW, WHO KNOWS WHAT MAY BE HAPPENING RIGHT NOW. PLEASE, SHARE THEIR FUNDRAISERS, SHARE THEIR STORIES AND VOICES, ITS NEEDED NOW MORE THAN EVER.

PLEASE, IT DOSENT COST ALOT OF MONEY, DONATE AN ESIM HERE AND HERE. ESIMS CAN SAVE A FAMILIES LIFE, IF YOU CAN DONATE EVEN THE PRICE OF A COFFEE, THEIR LIVES ARE IN OUR HANDS.

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[chxrryedits]

They were better together 🥹❤️

[thebettertraiaad]

EVERYONE THIS ACCOUNT THAT IM USING IS THE PLACE IM GOING TO POST MY BLOGS NOW!

Oblivious!reader and yan!Damian wayne al ghul.

Interesting point but these are for all my voters💗 enjoy!🎂

Warnings!; violence, blood, reader being a lil dumb, highschool au, damian being manipulative over stupid stuff, reader being drunk and falling onto the floor.

Oblivious!reader, literally damian showing up covered in blood in his robin costume in Halloween. "Wow damian, I never knew you were into this type of thing, cool costume by the way!"

Damian was about to confess, how he will die and kill for you showing up randomally in your room when you were done changing, maybe its best to keep you in the dark about this.. "uhh yeah, I made it myself."

"no way that's so cool!" Well your costume just got diy'd so it wasn't as realistic as his, but you didn't even question the blood since in your head halloween was supposed to be scary and that blood definitely suits him.

Smiling rather dopily hand in hand with him as you both went to the school party, you were gushing about how excited you were to take pictures in the photo booth with him and going to your house for a sleepover.

Damian hid his nature well, and his coldness around your parents which made him welcomed there without them even batting an eye.

Oblivious!reader was just happy she got to spend time with her boyfriend, I could see her accidentally getting drunk because the punch was laced with some alcohol and she had bumped into someone causing her to fall face first into the floor accidentally breaking her nose.

Damian having to leave with you rather early because of it(though he probably didnt enjoy it as much as you because you were stuck to your friends by the hip which he somewhat hates.)

"your so careless, and dont touch your nose your just going to irritate it." He scolded whilst dragging you back home since you kept stumbling.

"hey! Dont blame me— blame the guy who laced the punch you pussay boy!!" You exclaimed making him huff, he did blame the person who did it by breaking his nose too and pushing him in the pool. But he was more annoyed that he was now stuck with this annoying blabbering girlfriend of his. "Seriously you need to find more creative insults than 'pussy boy' beloved."

He huffed, well he is hoping the plans to get your parents out of the house works.

Oblivious!reader staring at him for a good amount of time whilst damian was showering with reader, something they did often when she ever got clingy like this. "Stop staring, pervert." He couldnt help but quip, but her eyes didnt move away. Sure he liked your attention, he liked the way his appearance makes you feel but he also couldnt help wonder why. "Why do you have a new scar?" Huffing in a worried pout, it was a new scar. Much newer than the other faded white ones he had, he already had an answer since he knew you'd ask. "Nothing, just got into a bit of a fight over something dumb." He answered whilst rinsing off the blood staining his skin, relishing on the cool water against hid terse skin. "Did you win?" Soon asking after a good silence in two seconds. "Of course I do, I always get what I want."

"your so cocky sometimes."

"damn right I am."

Oblivious!reader literally just in her house sleeping, mind you it's in the middle of the night and damian as robin breaking into her room while asleep.

He just snuggled up after changing into her clothes. You didnt even think of anything as he just lay beside you, wrapping your arm around him and the best part was you didnt even wake up.

And even tomorrow you just thought he had crashed by and you just forgot about it.

It was a rather small blurb since Im rushing this in the bathroom 😭#functionalwriter.

[mkxp]

Heyyy girl sorry I trapped your blind boyfriend in the fields ,, it’s okay though all he needs to do is outrun this giant rolling boulder

[caramiuu]

Se te olvida . . 𓂂❤︎ ⠀꒪ 𝄞ྀི⠀・゜

Que me quieres a pesar de lo que dices ❀˖⸝⸝₊˚