#they're going to be taken care of

[frogwithastrawberry]

Don't know who needs to hear this right now:

You can donate those plushies. Especially the ones you don't have specific memories with. You are not a bad person for donating them.

You don't have the space or time to care for all of those plushies, and they're being sent to homes that can give them everything you could and more.

You aren't a bad person for not buying the broken looking plushie in the store either. It has someone that's coming to buy it, that will be able to stitch it up perfectly. You don't need to.

[threadbaresweater]

higuruma is a lazy lover. he's perfectly happy to let you use him for your pleasure, and you do. he lets you kiss him all molasses slow while your fingers slip through his hair and your body moves against his, seeking heat, seeking friction. it's frustrating, how he lays back and relinquishes all control with barely a hand at your hip (when you're craving more more more).

even when you're desperate enough to reach into his pants and take hold of the velvet weight of his cock; you hear his breath catch- a little. surprised gasp- and you see the ghost of an amused grin on that mouth of his.

"need more, hiromi," you whine, shifting so his thigh is slotted between your own.

"I know, sweetheart," he says on a breathless chuckle. he cups your cheek and you look at him, sinking into the deep brown of his gaze. "go ahead and take it."

you almost have to pull your own pleasure from him. it's a twisted game until you pull him under with you and suddenly you're pressed beneath him while he holds your wrists above your head with one hand, and he asks if this is what you wanted.

[poisonousquinzel]

"a dude in Texas legally changed his name to "Literally Anyone Else" and he's attempting to run for President against Biden & Trump" [source]

okay, but putting aside the comedic aspect of this, it is concerning the amount of people who are prompted to vote for candidates just because it's funny. I'm not the biggest fan of how his policy about the boarder sounds [Site], but I do implore anyone who is able to vote in the 2024 US election to please research other candidates.

The media is only going to continue pushing the idea it's inevitably going to be Trump vs Biden 2.0 and we have no other options, that we have to vote for Biden again because of Project 2025. Is that whole thing terrifying?

Yeah, fucking absolutely.

But voting for Biden will not solidify our safety from that. Biden is exactly like the rest of them. He always has been. You can't make the lesser of two evils argument when they're both just plain evil.

You cannot say that Biden is even mildly a better choice than Trump when he is currently directly involved in a genocide. That is not some little fucking thing. That in and of itself disqualifies him as a lesser evil. Biden is just as bad as him and he will not save us because he doesn't fucking care.

Cornel West [Site] is an Independent candidate running for President in the 2024 Election. [Policies]

Claudia De la Cruz and Karina Garcia [Site] are running for President and Vice-President as the candidates of the Party for Socialism and Liberation in the 2024 Election. [Policies]

There are options.

There are people trying to change the corrupt foundation our system is built on, but we have to help amplify them because the mainstream media will not.

[allgremlinart]

I cant find the I hope President Biden kills himself today post. I hope President Biden kills himself today.

[bionicboxes]

having fun drawing them :)

[gregoftom]

pretty sure i’ve seen romance movies with scenes like this

[hairtusk]

^^ people who have never handled a rescued bird of prey in their entire lives

[licorishh]

Replayed Modern Warfare 3 2011 on Veteran tonight and goooooooood night. Blood Brothers never gets any easier to watch no matter how many times you've done it and the ending really never misses huh

I apologize for the amount of yapping in the tags I reread it all on mobile and started giggling because it went on for so long but eh. Blessed are those who won't shut the freak up and all that

[fragmentedblade]

Boothill's presentation being entirely on the twitter post makes me think he will be irrelevant in the story in the long(ish) run, and that the game itself won't dwell on him almost at all

[rox-reads]

taylor... i hope you pay for their med bills later :(

[swan2swan]

Periodic reminder that the Jedi don’t kidnap kids, they rescue them, and that’s not propaganda.

Force-sensitive kids who are born to loving families and/or in societies with a strong social net just...grow up to be talented folks. The Nightsisters. Plenty of Mandalorians. So many people.

Kids about to be kidnapped and sold into slavery because they’re Special? Orphans about to burn down their village? Those tykes get a new Temple Home.

[br1ghtestlight]

bob and linda are not stay at home parents or working parents but a secret Third thing

[hexados-on-a-string]

spectragus dont get enough credit for being a sun and moon ship but like. destructive sun and moon ship. sun and moon ship but they're the forces of nature the sun and moon actually are. the sun is harsh and relentless and unpredictable in its evil but also it's kindness, the moon is sharp and cold and cruel, a harsh light that doesn't allow you peace, but can also guide you, a light in the darkness. even on nights with a new moon, with no light in the sky, the moon is always reflecting the sun, and it'll be that way until they come to their end.

[kelpiemomma]

The screaming had lasted for hours.

Not screaming like someone was dying; Ingo would have intervened if that were the case.

In some ways, the argument he could almost hear was worse.

The twins had come round with Cori and Razz, picking up Akari and Rei and taking them out for ice cream when it had started. Ingo had asked Davis about it who had, reasonably, looked uncomfortable.

"Dizzy loves our brother, she really, really does. But she... takes his lifestyle personally. They're very similar like that." Davis had responded quietly. "It's an old argument with no end. This happens- not normally in front of the kids, so Khan had us take them out of the house when she started winding up, and Cor asked if we could grab Akari for ice cream and..."

Ingo had let them go, sitting at home and listening. He couldn't hear the words but he could hear the tone. How angry Dizzy was, how it would go quiet and then there would be another outburst. Only a handful of times did Khan raise his voice in return at his sister, but never for very long. Ingo couldn't remember having any arguments like that with Emmet. He didn't remember their childhood, but the memories he had recovered of their teenage years and before his accident... he didn't think he and his twin had ever been quite so volatile.

Then again, there had been no signs of this sort of conflict between the oldest siblings either. If he wasn't hearing it, he'd never have thought they'd fight like this. Given the lack of interference from the rest of the neighborhood he wagered Davis was right, and that the best way to deal with this storm was simply to ride it out.

When the argument finally ended he was standing by his window that looked into his neighbor's front yard, worried. Dizzy stormed out with Khan following quickly behind. Ingo had never seen him look so... small. It was hardly a word one would associate with the young man, given his height and stature, and yet it was the only word Ingo could think of to describe him.

He watched as Khan reached for his sister, only for her to turn and slap his hand away.

“Why can’t you even try, you self-sacrificing bastard? You never even try!”

She stomped down the sidewalk, slamming the door to her car shut before turning it on and pulling out at a decidedly unsafe speed. Ingo watched as Khan stared after her, shoulders still slumped, before he put a hand up to his face and turned to walk back into his home.

Maybe it would be better to leave well enough alone, to pretend he hadn’t overheard… _that,_ but Khan was… well. Khan was his friend. Things may have been shaky to start with between them, but they had smoothed out. Khan knew about Ingo’s amnesia and never once judged him for it. Now, Ingo knew about… this.

Still. He hesitated before walking out of his own home and down the sidewalk to his neighbor’s, glancing around at the rest of the homes on the street. Blinds were slowly opening, curious eyes peeking through to see what still stood in the wake of the hurricane argument. The door to Khan’s home was unlocked when he tried the handle and Ingo slowly opened the door.

“Khan?” He called out.

There was a sniffling sound, a familiar hitch of breath.

“Yeah?” Khan’s voice was thick and low when he replied. “What’s up, need something fixed?”

“No, I…” Ingo shut the door behind him. The house was in one piece. For all the screaming and noise it appeared that nothing had been broken. The argument may have sounded violent but nobody had gotten physical. “I heard what happened and I was wondering if you were… alright.”

“Oh, you… you heard that?” Khan hadn’t come out to find him and so Ingo continued towards his voice instead. “Well,  yeah. They could probably hear that on the moon.”

“Possibly. I was unaware that Dizzy’s volume could rival my own.”

Khan was sat in the kitchen, slouched down in one of the chairs he’d built by hand. A byproduct of one of the many jobs he’d taken to keep his siblings fed, homed, and safe. He still looked, to Ingo’s dismay, small. Defeated. Deflated of all life.

“Yeah, she’s got some pipes on her. Always has. About burst my eardrums when she was a toddler, the way she’d howl when she threw a fit.”

One hand was rubbing at his face and his shoulders were still shaking intermittently. Ingo paused, uncertain, before he rested a hand on Khan’s shoulder.

“I don’t know what happened, but if you’d like to talk about it… or if you’d prefer, I can leave?”

Khan was silent long enough that Ingo prepared to straighten up, head out the door, and pretend this had never happened.

Khan leaned forward, rubbed his eyes again, and shook his head.

“You can stay,” he said quietly, and Ingo pretended he didn’t see the tears falling onto the floor, “it’s fine. You can stay.”

[clonerightsagenda]

Given Stroud trashed the place in another series, I wonder what happened to the British Museum in L&Co. That place has got to be turbo haunted. Did people panic and burn it down? Did they go through the expense of encasing every artifact in silver glass and now they've got stolen artifacts and stolen spirits on display? Is the whole area cordoned off? (In which case Marissa definitely re-stole everything and tossed it into her hell portal for a double dose of imperialism.) If they returned everything, most of the haunting would probably stop, but would even a massive vengeful ghost infestation convince the British to return the shit they stole? Doubtful. They'd probably fall back on the old 'they don't have proper storage facilities' chestnut except for ghost control instead of artifact preservation.

[princessconsuelapark]

hunter and wrecker leaving echo to himself, knowing he copes with grief differently and needs his space, even if they’d probably prefer to have him right by their side, and would feel safer closing ranks when one squad member is severely injured and they’re down another ???? but they know their brother has a different story and doesn’t process things the same way, so they let him be alone in his grief