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ALSO JUST FUCKIN REALIZEd

His weed smoking gf is smokin a 'bunt'. HUH?!?!!?!! LIKE A MOTHERFUCKIN BUNT CAKE?!!!??

How the fuck did she smork a bunt cake.

My three girlfriends. And yes, they smoke weed.

I'm very much not religious in any aspects. However, this brightens my thoughts on religion. Reblog

Gender Nonconforming Jesus: A look at art history. CW: religion, transphobia, artistic nudity, depictions of open wounds (Long post)

Istg I tried my GODDAMN HARDEST TO KEEP HIM ALIVE. I ended up with him dying (like usual, sadly) and Connor fell off the roof. The kid lived so I guess that's a plus.

Reblog if…

You would save Daniel in a heartbeat.

And what is it that we say about history and learning about it. We learn from the past so we don't stay in the cycle of destruction. Youd think that if we were able to show the world of the damage thats happening through pictures of destruction, that we would try to raise awareness and spread the word.

Guess that was naive of me.

Repost of Instagram post by alessandra_sanguinetti:

“In 2004 I worked as an intern in Newsweek and had to go through the wires coming in from the Middle East.

The Iraq war was raging. Israel was committing its routine violations and killings.

The images were devastating and unequivocally condemning of both the USA and Israel, but I remember the editors would reject all my picks and demand images of burnt cars or vague images of destruction.

So I brought a hard drive and collected everything they didn't publish.

It was my first live glimpse of the lack of ethics or integrity in most US media.

Not the journalists on the ground, but of the senior editors making the calls - in their self important glass cubicles.

And no, to the cynics out there..it's not all too complicated to discuss on social media.

Social media is the only reason we know what's happening in Palestine.

And the only reason mainstream news has to keep up and sprinkle some actual news now and then.

Meanwhile we are seeing much less footage coming out of Gaza - Israel has been killing off all the journalists.

This is terrifying.”

Photo credits: Nasser Ishtayeh, Yossi Alon, Saif Dahlah, Jaafar Ashtiyeh, Musa Al-Shaer, Abed Onar Qusini

Ace

Reblog if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.

This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.

Let it die

Reblog to kill it faster

this is honestly one of the best (if not the best) stories that I've read in a while.

Id recommend this to anyone, whether they know only persona or only mha, hell even if they don't know either, it's such a great fuckin story.

I will admit, I cried and I don't cry often.

The storyline, the characters, EVERYTHING WAS SO GOOD.

Here's the link:

I don't regret reading this, and I don't you will either.

We art thou, thou art us

HEE HO!

P.s This might mean absolutely nothing coming from me, but BukuBuku is a damn good writer. Please give their other works a read and be ready for the epilogue on Jan 6th for "Dost Thou Even Steal Hearts?".

I mean, imagine that, 'oh you're bleeding all day for like a week (hell even longer)? you body feels like it on fire and freezing at the same time? you're having cramps that feel like somone tied a rope around your midsection and is just yankig on that shit at random? AND it sometimes feels like a elephant is stepping on your stomach? Yeah no, ur just crazy and want people to feel bad for you.'

LIKE BRO, NO. THIS SHIT HURTS.

i need to prove a point on my parents

please reblog this if you think that missing school because you're on ur period and you're not feeling well either physically or emotionally is completely valid

(I'm entirely ace, but something about this is too funny to just pass by)

we're having sex and you pull out at the end to discover your cock is entirely gone, dissolved (ive digested it like a pitcher plant). bye!

Idk why terfs even try to follow someone who doesn't believe.

YOU hates terfs

There are somethings on this post that I still need to work on, but hey, I'm getting there

I wish all penis people and vagina people a very wonderful day/night.

FOR FREE?!?!!! BRO I'll pay YOU to give you a kiss on da forhead

does anwone want to kiss me forhead

We love you John!

i’ve some how managed to turn an old gay man on pinterest into a jerma stan by complete accident what is happening

Hey, I do that

He'll be okay just like... give him 10 hours...

Penni's hits a little to close.

my beyond the spiderverse predictions ☝️ (find my other spiderverse shit here)

The GA (Gender Affermation) Surgery in Jess's universe must go fuckin hard

yeah

"I was just telling your husband how adorable it is that hes British!"

anyone who decides that being from any other nationality/ethnicity/culture/etc that is not your own as 'adorable!' or 'so cute!' Or 'so different!' just because its foreign and different from your day-to-day life is actually fuckin bonkers.

Love your work @mlmxreader ❤️

Yanks | Simon Ghost Riley x trans!m!reader

Anonymous asked: The second request I had was for simon riley x pakitani!ftm reader where they are married and one of the American soldier tries to flirt with Simon but Simon obviously shuts him down, only for reader to get jealous and show the others who simon belongs to with this prompt "Everyone should know that you're mine"

Sorry if this is confusing or specific :)

-🦝

summary: Ghost doesn't mean to make you jealous, but when you are, he can't say he doesn't like it.

tws: threats, jealousy, swearing

Shifting from foot to foot, Ghost glared at the American soldier through his mask, his jaw clenched tightly as he considered whether or not the best option would be knocking their teeth out, but then, he supposed he would never get the chance, as American soldiers were more than cowardly and more than terrified of any real fighting; but they wouldn't leave him alone, and Ghost was getting fed up of their advances and their flirtatious commentary.

"You're arms are so big," they gushed, running a hand through their hair and biting their lip in such a way that it made Ghost wonder if they had something stuck in their teeth. "And your accent is so hot! I love British!"

Ghost narrowed his eyes, shaking his head as he scoffed and pulled the glove off of his left hand, holding it up with his fingers splayed. "I have a husband, yank."

"Oh my god," they beamed, blushing visibly. "Yank! That is so cute! Oh my god, do you like tea?"

"Not really, I prefer the coffee my husband makes me every morning," he grumbled, rolling his eyes and doing his best not to lose his temper. Usually, physical violence against Americans was your thing.

"Oh my god, oh my god!" They squealed, grinning. "Please tell me you adore the royal family as much as I do!"

Ghost shook his head. "I'm an anti-monarchist. I want them all guillotined."

Like a knight in shining armour, like King Arthur coming to the defence of Wales, you finally showed up; wearing your Pakistan Air Force uniform, Ghost could tell it was you from the moment he saw the dull green jumpsuit, and he breathed out a sigh of relief. He melted against you, leaning into your side when you wrapped your arm around his waist and, with great disdain, looked the American up and down with a scowl.

"The fuck are you hanging around my husband for?" You spat, squaring up to them as Ghost gently removed your arm from his waist so that he could hold your hand. "Huh? The fuck do you want?!"

The American took a step back. "I was just telling your husband how adorable it is that he's British!"

You glared at them, letting go of Ghost's hand and grabbing the American by the collar of their shirt, pulling them close as you snarled and snapped at them. "You fucking leave my husband alone. He's fucking mine. And neither of us take kindly to stupid yankees getting in our way - do I fucking make myself clear?"

They nodded, fear in their eyes; Americans always got so scared when someone directly confronted them and challenged them. "Y-yes, Sir... I'm so, so, so sorry."

"You talk to him again," you growled. "And I will have the entire Pakistan Air Force on your ass so hard that your fucking grandchildren will feel it. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes, Sir..."

"You fucking leave him alone," you pushed them, forcing them to tumble backwards and fall onto their back against the dirt. "You fucking leave my husband alone!"

Your entire demeanor changed when you returned to Ghost's side, smiling at him as you dared to give him a quick peck on his mask; although you couldn't see it, you knew that he was smiling behind it as he dared to take your hand in his again.

"It's kinda hot when you get jealous, Flight Lieutenant Riley."

"I know it is," you grinned, giving his hand a little squeeze. "And I know you love to see it, Lieutenant Riley."

"I do," Ghost nodded, lifting up his mask just enough so that his mouth was exposed to you, welcoming you eagerly when you kissed him harshly.

You took his mask off, stuffing it in your pocket as you grabbed his face, your hands on his jaw as he held you tightly by your shirt, pulling you ever closer as he allowed you to take charge; it was harsh, messy, cruelly addictive, and Ghost couldn't stop the feeling that he didn't want it to end.

You stole his breath, slipping your tongue between his lips and captivating every little bit of oxygen that he had, and he was eagerly giving it up to you; a soft moan coming from the back of his throat. Usually, he didn't like public displays of affection, and normally, he hated having to take his mask off in front of others; but in that moment, utterly at your mercy and every whim, he couldn't find it in himself to care. All he wanted was you. All he needed was you.

People were looking, especially the American troops, but Ghost knew that his face was hidden enough with your hands and your face that they wouldn't see any proper details anyway; but then you pulled away, quickly putting his mask over his face, and you grinned. Ghost's chest was heaving as he licked his lips to savour your taste, an excited look in his eyes as he looked you up and down.

"What was that?"

"Everyone should know that you're mine," you whispered hoarsely. "I just wanted to remind them."

He smiled under the mask, nodding slowly; fuck, you were so hot when you were jealous, and he adored it. But he also knew that, if anyone were to make him jealous, he wouldn't react the same; it had happened before, someone had tried to flirt with you and he had gotten jealous, but instead of reacting with such heat and such passion like you did, Ghost only ever walked away. In fact, the only time that he had ever thrown a punch when someone was talking to you, was the handful of times that people had made negative comments about you being trans.

Still, he supposed that it was enough that you were the jealous one.

"I love you." He grumbled the words so softly, and lit up a little when you grinned at him so fucking brightly.

if you liked this fic, REBLOG IT - you SHOULD reblog it; if you don't wanna reblog, then you'll get blocked; reblogging is the BARE MINIMUM.

I'm just gonna assume that everyone got the Zoro tag

Ya see, it gets even better when you consider that the narrative can be either the itty bitty kitty or the moo moo

Your daily dose of cat memes

I'm so tired. Tired in a way that I'll just lay down cry my silent tears and fucking sleep. Don't know how long but I know it won't feel long enough.

To anyone who sees this, I'm fine. Not that I think anyone actually cares, but I don't want to worry anyone.

Night.

Miguel 'bout to feel the canon event of a chancla.

Also, the scene from into the spider-verse with Peter b. CHOWING down the burger gave me a fuckin horrifying reminder of my cousin who eats the same way.

i like drawing miguel being uncomfortable and awkward

Two sides of the same coin. Be bi (or whatever you may be) and beat the never-loving shite outta n@zis.

I think Bruce was a chip off the ol block

We live in a Barbie world, and I love it.

oh we won, this is gonna be a cinematic event