Team Freelancer, Bitch

Reblog to give a trans person a shockingly high resolution mango

The old school lack of transparency on tumblr is amazing because you assume the people you follow must all be equivalent to you and then you see someone write “I brought my youngest to college today” and someone else write “my mom wouldn’t let me listen to Ariana Grande when I was a kid” and then your head explodes

and we need that! keeps us humble. 

Then I'm just like WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE AN ADULT

It goes the other way, too, because WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE A CHILD?!!

I'm 16, that's like, barely a child

I'm in my 30s. You are baby

I'm older than both of you in a trenchcoat.

honestly one of the best things we can do for ourselves is realize that people of different ages than us can still be the same kind of person as us. it's humbling and it gives everyone involved a sense of continuity, and it busts those stupid generational stereotypes media is so fond of.

let’s stop seeing sex as the biggest thing you can do to show someone you love them

everyone knows that the real way to show someone you love them is to find them a really cool rock. not a diamond. just a neat rock that you think they will enjoy

Not a rock THE  ARKENSTONE 

Why just one rock Why not three Why not the silmarils

#i’m pretty sure there’s an entire book on the topic ‘why not silmarils’  (x)

And one on why not the arkenstone

do not get them a ring

Can’t not reblog this again

Just gift them a sword. Or an axe. Or a bow.

"Oh knowing too much about World War II is a red flag" hey I'm begging some of you guys to forget TikTok therapy speak for a moment and go watch a documentary about the politics in the lead-up to WWII. Go watch a documentary about the implementation of the Holocaust. Go watch a documentary about European resistance movements in occupied countries. Hell, go watch an episode of Drain The Oceans that focuses on WWII shipwrecks. You NEED to know how Fascists get into power and what they will do after that happens.

perfect night for lovemaking, letting the windows open to have the cool night air kiss your hot and sweaty skins. lips smacking, hands holding tightly to one another, the creak of the bed at every sweet and deep thrust. his eyes scanning your body and softening when they meet yours, him kissing your salty skin and biting to leave marks to remind you in the morning of how much he loves you, praises whispered in between kisses, next to the shell of your ear so that only you and the night breeze will hear