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first 5 faceless emojis are how your summers gonna go

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Vincent van Gogh - The Mulberry Tree (1889)
Wanted to try something a little different, even it its messy â¤ď¸
The unknown woman
The Glorious 25th May

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its probably a normal sign for the economy that all of my adulthood fantasies are like "imagine having your own kitchen living room and bathroom to decorate" "what if i could get on a train" "maybe one day i could purchase a sturdy pair of shoes" "i should save and invest in a single bicycle"
Itâs been so interesting to go from forensic populations (where people will just openly admit to things you couldnât get me to admit to with a car battery and jumper cables) to working for a university (where people wonât even admit to having human emotions without 15 minutes of motivational interviewing). 3 years ago Iâd have someone casually confess to fucking wild crimes, unprompted, like they were talking about the weather, and now I canât get someone to admit theyâre sad about their entire family being devoured by 30-50 feral hogs.
To myself, raised in an environment that glorified and romanticized restriction and suffering:
There is no victory in skipping dinner, or lunch, or breakfast, or morning coffee, or dessert.
There is no victory in refusing heaters and air conditioners and fans and heated blankets.
There is no victory in denying yourself sleep, or showers, or movement, or water, or a comfortable bed, or taking the elevator vs. the stairs.
There is no victory in refusing pain meds and heating pads and ice packs and medical help.
There is no victory in punishing yourself needlessly, in telling yourself that this pain you feel is because you are bad to the core and deserve it.
There is no victory in choking back your laughter and your tears, to keep an imagined equilibrium of safety that is really just a dry, cracked, empty, endless emotional desert.
You are here. You are in this body, and this body is yours. You deserve good things. You are alive, and that is messy and loud, and messy and loud are okay.
Itâs okay to live abundantly. Itâs okay to make mistakes, itâs okay to indulge. This paralysis of self-punishment, self-restriction, self-loathing is not healthy or good for you.
This is ooc cause there's no way Kacchan would stand on a higher podium if he wasn't 100% sure he earned it, but I couldn't NOT draw this when someone said to redraw that photo as bkdk vs am
Penitent
I cursed at my husband although I love him.
In medieval Wales I'd owe him a copper penny but I don't
in this sick stupid modern life
where helpful pharmaceuticals try to
tame the sick sad lump of neurons that will curse however I flagellate.
In medieval Wales I'd be drunk
or dead in a ditch or perhaps very fortunately
fed dry bread at a monastery door,
its gift kind and intolerable as the hands that reach to catch me when I
curse.
I see folk as sick as me
shuffle the sick sad streets of my city-town (which is not in Wales)
with their shopping carts,
backs bent from some momentary respite of
devilish pharmaceutical
and I ache for them,
but more for me because I cursed
at my only husband and now shuffle
beneath a guilt no copper penance
can unbend

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logical fallacies
i feel like i do 25% of what an average person does in a day and still it's too much
fanservice sucks bc itâs never you thatâs being serviced itâs always some other really annoying fan
being a humanities major whoâs friends with stem majors is so funny because youâll ask your friends what theyâre doing today and theyâre like âUGH itâs so stressful i have to stabilize the reactor core for my nuclear power midterm and then i have to build the supercomputer from i have no mouth yet i must scream for my electrical engineering homework :/ what about youâ and youâre like âoh well i have to read a fun little book and write an essay about gender.â and they still think you have it worse
Being a stem major who's friends with humanities majors is ALSO funny bc you ask what's goin on with them and they're like "oh yeah my day's pretty good! I only have to read 50 pages for this one class today and half a book for another one. It's much better than last week where I read three books and wrote a 10 page paper about their overlapping motifs for one class while also researching a niche period of time that our library doesn't have any resources on. How's it been for you?" and you're like "oh I have a lil packet of fun math puzzles due tomorrow." and they look at you like you're carrying the weight of the universe on your back
This is your reminder that just because something falls within the skillset you've practiced, so you can do it and you don't find it particularly hard or stressful relative to other things, it doesn't mean it isn't actually hard work you should be proud of yourself for accomplishing!
this applies to writing and art, too
What if we win?
What if the children go to schools unafraid of tear gas and bullets?
What if the birds come back, and the bees are healed, and every species moves from endangered, to threatened, to thriving?
What if the rainforest ADVANCES?
What if every parking lot had solar panels? What if every structure had solar panels? What if we built climbing gyms and terraced gardens in the skeletons of old coal power plants?
What if you baked your neighbor bread, and they shared their home-grown blackberries?
What if every person who needed a home, had one? What if every person who needed healing was healed?
What if every body was treasured for what it was, not what it should be?
What if every trans child's parents attended their graduation, their wedding, their new-name-day?
What if every warehouse became a closed-circle repair station? Goods flowing out, and back, and out again? What if landfills started to SHRINK?
What if the water and air were clean? What if there was enough public transit that the cars dwindled, leaving the streets safe for kids on bikes, evening deer, midnight cats and foxes?
What if we win?
How would you win?

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scaramouche character of all time forever. he has the worst mommy issues you've ever encountered. the mommy in question doesn't even consider herself a mother. he let a guy medically torture him for centuries for their mutual benefit. he lost 2 found families in quick succession and crashed out so hard he permanently altered the course of a nation's history. he eventually formed another found family with the child-god he was trying to kill the week before. he has a superiority complex. he tried to kill himself twice onscreen. he's a robot who's cycled through every possible opinion on humanity and his lack thereof. he's good with kids. he looks permanently 16. he's emotionally volatile AND emotionally repressed. he's nameless. he has 7 names. he's a war criminal. he's a college student. he's a mech pilot. he's even transgender
he's a victim of horrific long-term manipulation. for that whole time he perpetuated the cycle of abuse as hard as he could. his creator deemed him too fragile; he went on to spend much of his life taking pride in the level of suffering he could endure. he has probably every kind of ptsd imaginable but that honestly barely even begins to explain what his problem is. he's an antitheist. he almost became god. he went on missions to hell. this is a background detail mentioned only in passing he has a canon catsona. he's nice to old ladies. he's supernaturally beautiful and also a tsundere. if self-sabotage was a category at the olympics he'd win gold. he kinned a sad origami dragon so hard it changed the course of the entire narrative
i can keep going. he drinks black coffee. he sewed a tiny replica of his most innocent self to keep under his hat. when people started forgetting his friend's existence he automatically assumed it was his fault somehow. he was a prototype, meaning he was never really supposed to be a god in the first place. he nearly managed it anyway. he can see the aranara. he's still the only vision wielder capable of unassisted flight that we know of. he's like if a fallen angel was also a machine and it hated you personally. he walks around acting suspicious as hell at all times and counts on everyone being too confused by him to question it. somehow this works
he sunk-cost-fallacy'd so hard for so long that finding out his worldview was based on a lie caused him to factory reset the entire universe. his main arc is about learning to connect to others again & he gave up his best shot at revenge to save a friend. he's referred to someone as a friend one (1) time and tried to deny it 10 minutes later. wanderer is the most empathetic person you will ever meet AND the meanest AND the most aloof. AND âď¸ He's a 5 year long bohemian rhapsody reference.
bakugou is third in the class on his exams??? ????? His personality really is the only thing holding him back holy shitâŚ.