Favourite Platonic Duo: Round One Match Forty-Nine of Sixty-Four
Clint Barton (Hawkeye) & Kate Bishop (Hawkeye)
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Favourite Platonic Duo: Round One Match Forty-Nine of Sixty-Four
Clint Barton (Hawkeye) & Kate Bishop (Hawkeye)
Linda Park & Bart Allen (Impulse/Kid Flash)

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Steve: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed. Clint: Clint: I'm gonna tell him. Bucky: Don't you dare.
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this is from my fic Mark As Important, finally finished!! after 8 years, just in time for passover
Happy Pride Month to those two women dancing together in the foreground of the boat scene in Godzilla (1954).
I’m sorry your romantic foibles were overshadowed by a big ass atomic lizard thing.
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Sometimes Frodo thinks that he really is not a fit for a partner (and only ever more slightly a fit for a friend, but that unfortunately isn't really what's bothering him about the topic): it occurred to him that Sam, as any other hobbit of his station, was raised on the ideas of a classic, quiet and traditional romance, the one he probably dreamed of, and Frodo can give him none of it. In addition to being a gentlehobbit and a lad, both of which would already be frowned upon, he also can't really be a part of what any other couple of Hobbiton is doing, whether young or old, a lad or a lass. He can't go out at any day of the week to go on a date, he can't properly hold hands now that his finger is done, he gets tired easily from loud bars and dances, there's places on his skin that can't be touched or kissed without extreme caution because otherwise it would hurt, his sleep is troubled and sleeping in bed with him is seldom not a nice experience, there's days in a year in which he falls ill and can't do as much as get up from his bed, let alone go out in the garden or accept flowers or arrange gifts. He is not a part of those couples Sam grew up eyeing on the sidewalks, dreaming one day it would be like that for him, too. But Frodo is scarred. And with him it wouldn't.
And at that Sam reminds him that he, too, is scarred. Perhaps differently, perhaps less (the part of his speech Frodo always corrects because his issues are never "less"), but scarred nonetheless. He too, can't sleep some night and he finds great comfort in Frodo trying to calm him in his own way because he knows how it feels. He too has days during which he doesn't feel like going into the garden or for a walk and he's entirely grateful Frodo is the only one to never ask questions. Just as he's grateful at Frodo helping him cleaning the closets when spiders are in there because — as much as Frodo's spooked by them too in a way — he borderline physically cannot go in there. He takes nothing but joy in laying with Frodo on the couch and tending his wounds and kissing his brow goodnight because it means comfort. Because Frodo is the only person who walked with him that path to mount Doom. The only one he never had to explain his new quirks to, the only who doesn't question Sam when he can't sleep or keeps searching for his sword near his side.
Because, yes, Frodo is in odd, Frodo is scarred, and Frodo makes a very poor job at trying to play a normal couple at Hobbiton. But he doesn't have to. Because so is Sam.
we gotta get back to torrent distribution, i just watched someone eat eight grand in bandwidth charges because they ran a direct-download piracy site with local file hosting through cloudflare. torrents were invented literally for this exact reason
torrents work like this
i have a file or folder on my pc that i want to share with other people. let's call it gayshit.mp3
unfortunately gayshit.mp3 is 750mb and im not paying for discord nitro so i need another way to send it
i put it into qbittorrent and it makes a torrent file. this is essentially a very small file that points to gayshit.mp3 so other computers can find it. kinda like a treasure map
i send this tiny file to my friend, who loads it into qbittorrent. their computer takes a moment to find mine over the vast expanse of cyberspace and then (as long as my pc is running and the file is still where it should be), it gets copied from my hard drive to theirs
this is the cool part: if somebody else loads that tiny file, they can download it from both of us. if i'm offline but my friend is on, the third person can still get it. this also means that if two people have separate halves of the file, they can download the other half from each other. as long as some combination of people have the pieces between them, they can all have the whole thing.
crucially this does not require a server!!! you can just upload the file to a few people and as long as they keep it, it's still accessible. as long as somebody, somewhere is still connected, it's available forever. the only way it goes away is if everybody disconnects from it.
please learn to torrent
An expert guide to get started using torrentsTorrents are one of the most popular forms of file sharing on the internet, accounting for over
always use qbittorrent, do not use bittorrent or utorrent.
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Because SOMEHOW people need to be reminded of things from literally ten years ago:
"Free the nipple" never meant "free to not wear a bra" or "free to breastfeed." Those were adjacent conversations that of course "free the nipple" supporters would boost, but that was NEVER the core of free the nipple.
The core of free the nipple was always that the breasts of people perceived as women ("female-presenting nipples" to use some Tumblr speak) are in no way different than the breasts of people perceived as men. And that since the chests of people perceived as men are not sexualized and are allowed to be exposed, so too should the breasts of people perceived as women. If men can be topless, so can women. If it's inappropriate for women to show their chests, neither should men. It isn't sexual assault for a woman to walk around barechested, because it isn't sexual assault for a man to do so either, and breasts are NOT sexual organs.
Claiming breasts are inherently sexual organs is factually and morally wrong, it is sexist and controlling, it is a tool of oppression, and it defines normal body parts (and bodily functions) as sex which leads to inherent sexualization of people with those parts. It leads to 12 year olds with large breasts being accused of seducing 40 year old men or trying to distract and corrupt their classmates.
"Free the nipple" doesn't mean "free the nipple in a god-fearing way." It means FREE THE NIPPLE, full stop, end of sentence. It means to free the nipple of the faulty social constructs that cast it as a sexualized, malicious force of seduction instead of a normal body part that should be free of expectations of shame or "modesty."
Breasts and nipples aren't shameful, sexual, immoral, porn-adjacent, kinks, a distraction, or things to be feared. They are a part of your body just like your elbows and ankles, and being afraid of them, thinking they will corrupt some innocent person or that being exposed to them is trauma akin to sexual assault, is the entire fucking problem.
Free the nipple, not just for breastfeeding, not just from bras, but from the fucked up social constructs that cast them as malicious instead of innocent. Stop trying to sanitize "free the nipple" for puritanical, conservative audiences who already hate you and the rest of us. You aren't helping anyone.
Free the nipple means FREE THE NIPPLE.
People put so much into seeing Stonewall as this symbol. And at the time we just thought, ‘Oh, I guess it’s just that time of the month when cops raid the bar, so they can make their numbers for arresting fags for the month of June.’ But people get so concerned about the details. I don’t know about all the crap I’ve heard all these years. Sometimes it’s ‘Oh, someone threw a high-heel shoe.’ Sometimes it’s ‘No, gurl, it was a Molotov cocktail,’ or ‘Somebody slugged a cop.’ All I know is that night, they came in, and nobody budged. I guess we were just sick of their shit. And suddenly we were fighting, and we were kicking their ass. The cops had to back up into the bar. We had them cornered. Next thing you knew, the riot squad was there, and baby, it was on. ‘The night of Stonewall’ is how people talk about it, but it was more like a week. People want to know the little details, but what I remember most is being scared as hell. We were fighting for our lives. They’re still killing us; they’re still not giving us the respect we’re due for putting up with their shit all these years. I’m giving you the facts about how shit’s been from the beginning, and what’s gone on, how the law was in our daily lives—the facts! And so with regard to that producer lady, the whole time I just thought to myself, ‘There’s gonna be so much of me on the cutting-room floor.’
—Miss Major, from Miss Major Speaks: Conversations with a Black Trans Revolutionary
Not long before passing away, Miss Major was detained at an Arkansas airport, too (I lived in Arkansas then, bleh). This is just a couple years back, you understand, like 2023 or 24?
She was only able to get on her connecting flight by using her passport, which still had her as male. They misgendered her, refused the female gender marker on her license. A passport should never be needed to travel internally from state to state. But being Black and trans, in the South... ugh. The incident reminded me how Arkansas was the site of the forced integration standoff, the Little Rock Nine. And how Ruby Bridges is still alive and kicking, is pretty much my mom's age.
Something I keep thinking about is how a lot of people consider it a good thing that children cannot by themselves consent (or refuse consent) to medical treatments. Some people do kinda get it that maybe it might be a problem with stuff like kids not being able to access trans healthcare, or kids being refused vaccination by antivaxx parents. But in general I see that most people are actually okay with this idea for the most part.
And like... you do get that that is kinda insane, right?
Because this is something that so often leads to suffering. And I am saying this as someone disabled, who had so many issues due to this in his childhood.
Just three examples: when I was 7, I was supposed to get checked for autism. My mother did not want an autistic child. Since she just could have a "neurotypical" child by refusing diagnosis, she did just that.
When I was 12, my mother had decided I needed a certain plastic surgery (one that had a minor health benefit, but still was largely a beauty thing). I did not want it. I really, really did not want it. We still went through almost the entire process until thankfully there was a doctor who went: "Wait, this is elective. I am refusing to do this on a child that does not want it."
And when I was 14 my mother refused to get me to the hospital when I had severe food poisoning. She refused me hospital treatment for almost two weeks. By the time I got actually taken to the hospital I was almost dead.
And here is the thing: all of this should just not happen. The doctor when I was 12 was cool, but... he refused to do the surgery because he had the right to make a conscience call. Legally my mother was in the right to force me into that elective surgery. And that just should not be the case.
A lot of children die and suffer due to their legal inability to consent - or refuse consent - to medical treatments. And I wish y'all would understand that.
Whenever this is brought up, people will go: "Oh, but parents will decide what is best for the child." And here is the thing: No, they are not. There is so much stuff out there showing that indeed, a lot of parents suck at this. Some out of malice, some because they are religious nuts, and some because they literally treat their kids like some sort of doll or some shit.
I feel like a lot of people get "All Art is Political" confused with "All Art is made with Political Intentions" which is not the same.
one genre of fanfiction that seems to have mostly disappeared since i became an adult is shenanigans-type fics. like not exactly crack but just "the gang goes to 7-11" type, extremely low-stakes plot stories. the beach episodes of fanfiction. i just feel like i don't see those around so much anymore. whered they go. i miss them :(

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was at the corner store getting a few snacks and a 7 year old with a single packet of two poptarts struck up a conversation with me while I was choosing between Chex mix flavors. weighed in on the flavors. They continued to follow me through the store all the way to checkout and stood there talking to me at the register so the cashier thought they were my kid and I finally said “are you possibly hoping for someone to buy those poptarts” and they pulled out a WAD of cash and said “nope just talking to ya.”
absolutely enchanting child no notes
energy of an 85 year old who got freaky friday’d tbh
hate when im reading and theres a word i dont know so i search it in the dictionary and its like: beuperer. noun. a person who beupers. i'll fucking kill you