okay fuck i did it i made an emergency bluesky account in case tumblr blows up (@/deadgrantaires again)
if tumblr lives i prolly wont touch it at all but i dont wanna lose my beloved mutuals so is any of yall have a bluesky tell me/follow me there so i can follow u back U_U
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so there's a natural order to this world and we need atleast four million mans in boots with armor, vehicles, and firearms to enforce it, otherwise something unnatural might happen
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I am a child from Gaza. I am writing to you from amidst the rubble and destruction, where my family and I live in a ruined tent that offers no protection from the winter cold or the summer heat.
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Today was one of the hardest days of my life because I haven't eaten since morning. I'm in pain and extremely hungry, and I can't move because of it. I've also been feeling dizzy since this morning due to anemia and severe hunger. Please stand by me and don't leave me before it's too late.
Please help my friend Ahmed! The price of food in Gaza is very expensive and he has been struggling with anemia and malnutrition for months now due to chronic food insecurity. Being this hungry is physically painful. Donate what you can so his family can afford food, please!!
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happy disability pride month to mean cripples, nasty addicts, people with down syndrome who arent nice and talk constant shit, wheelchair users that WILL run you over, autists that dont care and arent about to pretend to, people who lie to their psychiatrists, people that sit on the floor in public places with no benches, amputees that lie profusely about "what happened"; to the "noncompliant", the "drug seeking", the "mean", the "difficult" and the "undeserving", and so on and so forth, i love us all and we deserve the world actually mwah mwah
there's an anime everyone's into right now and it must be really confusing because everyone in the tags keeps going "wha?" it's okay gang you'll figure it out.
[ID: two matonato natsuyuu fanarts, both sketchy and lineless
monochrome bright oranges of them older post-canon huddled together just outside of a lively night party, both smiling and wearing suits. matoba holds a sake cup between them in one hand and wipes his mouth with the other like he just drank. natori holds matoba's wrist and leans in like he's about to drink from the cup.
night-dark colors of them as older teens sitting on the ground in casual clothes with bottles of beer, matoba's on the ground beside him unopened. matoba's body language is sullen and closed off, natori's is loosey-goosey, but they could be holding hands, though their hands are unseen.
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i tried to look up puns for five for fifth exorcist birthday bash entry bc i was blanking and got an insane list so here's some favorites: May you Five in interesting times. Booby Five (booby prize). Xbox Five
going chronologically backwards with these for eve-of-the-end-of-scorpio-exorcist-birthdays-liminal-space-of-connectedness! here is a ~700 word fic about the circumstances of the second picture, seiji trying (and failing) one last time to cross the skill gap between them/intricate rituals for kids who won't say anything out loud, that i was possessed to write in second person for reasons i dont remember
Seiji invites you out to one of the old houses.
Insists, actually, over several increasingly irritated phone sessions each interrupted by some pressing business.
That’s new for him. He’s taking it all in stride, is what he wants you to think, is the face he’s probably putting on for everyone in the clan. And, well, you usually say yes to him anyways, but you really feel like he deserves being indulged right now.
Even when it turns out to be the old house, the one where you two first met. Seiji isn’t one for sentimentality. You didn’t think you were either until he laughed every time you did something hokey for him. He must want you for some business - in this case, of the yokai kind.
It’s not unusual for the two of you to call the other for backup on a job. Politics to it always, of course, only when it would make you both look stronger and not weaker asking for help, presenting a united front of the powerful up-and-comers that the seniority in the community never stopped being upset about. You’d figured out the nuances of it together, and it was pretty much routine now.
You wonder if that will stop with his new position, but for now that’s what you expect. Your belief stretches a little thin when he calls a fourth time and additionally instructs you to bring something from your father’s cabinet. You protest - theft from your own house happens every time you visit, but you’re still underage - and Seiji, foxlike grin audible over the phone, says, call it an early present for you, Shuuichi.
You usually say yes to him. Seiji’s not one for sentimentality. Your expectations for the night launch your stomach into your throat in a nervous thrill.
Alcohol sharpens the senses, Seiji explains to you over the bottles in a private tone the eve of your 20th birthday, young enough for a few more hours to get in as much trouble for this as him. It’s a normal cloudless fall night as far as you can see over the treetops from the balcony, brisk but not cold enough to chase the animals into hiding, so there’s no real reason it feels like all the sound has fallen away to blanket the two of you in total privacy. You’ve worked with directors that would kill to get the kind of atmosphere between you now. If only you could put a name to it, you would know if it were a good or bad omen.
You notice that Seiji is not drinking. You notice this out loud, a little defensively. Seiji smirks and offers that it’s not like he needs the sight advantage, does he, but there’s a fragile edge to the cockiness that tips you off. The realization that Matoba Seiji is nervous makes you raise the bottle back to your lips to finish it off more quickly.
What does it look like to you now, he asks. This close, the irises of his eyes swim a deep, vivid red, alive like thrumming blood even under the dim haze of night. It’s hard to focus on anything else. The kimono, he presses, your hands tangled together.
Your eyes slide over and out into the woods with great effort. The kimono fluttering in the distant breeze presents elegance that isn't in your faded memory. Something gold glimmers, darts in and out of your vision before you can pin down the pattern. It’s rich, ornate, dazzling, but indistinct, like it’s not something you could grasp in your hands. You find it pales in comparison to the slummed down worn out hoodie of your esteemed companion, who looks less like the inaccessible head of a prodigious clan this moment than he has the whole time you’ve known him.
You don’t say the last part out loud. You’re pretty sure of this, but Seiji’s face falls anyways.
Being drunk, you find, feels exactly like trying to decipher the motives of Matoba Seiji.
you guys do realize memorizing a story doesn't actually preserve it right? it just destroys it entirely and places a perfect copy of it in your brain to be retold at a future performance
i think trying to fight roach situation to any degree jsut makes u go crazy btw. which is one of the reasons why im fundamentally broken as a person bc trying to fix it in this current apt is makingggg me so stresed out kms. AND ITS NOT EVEN THAT BADDDDD its just a nothing thing for my ocd to latch onto to its WORSE than other things. if u get it u get it
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it is likely possible to rid your apartment of roaches fully through a concentrated effort of around 2 weeks btw if pest control is not an option you have to comb every inch of the apartment for nests and clear them out and them comb every inch and i mean every single inch for cracks and seal them with plaster or duct tape depending no matter how small and put mosquito nets on the windows and vents, congratulations now you have zero roaches and it's physically impossible for new roaches to come in as long as you cover every drain while you're not using it. most places will give you the advice of traps + keep the place pristine clean and i feel this makes many people give up thinking well i can't keep it pristine clean plus if there's an infestation in your building no amount of cleaning will save you but sealing the whole apartment actually will save you. my place and the place my parents are currently at were both abandoned by previous tenants due to roaches persisting even after pest control but after i sealed every crack there's been grand total of zero roaches. most tenants give up right before sealing that one last crack between the ceiling lamp and the ceiling!!! i also did this on a building level where everyone was saying cleaning was hopeless because the roaches were getting into the building through the patio drain so i started covering it at night with a big heavy plant pot and boom instant 95% decrease in roaches for all of us, seal or cover your holes today, and no i dont keep my place pristine clean because i cant but putting in effort at the start of the summer gets me a beautiful roach free summer every year, it might seem obvious but i didnt know this when i first moved in and i really thought the situation was hopeless during the first summer and that i would have to find another place but that was not the case
Abortion is good. Abortion is important. Abortion is a life-saving medical procedure and should be celebrated as much as we celebrate the existence and success of things like surgeries to remove tumors.
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eating sugar is not a primary cause of diabetes. eating junk food is not a primary cause of diabetes. when you make jokes about "getting diabetes" over sugary, junk filled food, you are enforcing stereotypes that end with diabetics developing deadly eating disorders or experiencing medical abuse and neglect. Yes, it is that deep. Stop making diabetes jokes, you look like an uneducated bigot