Me Rn ^-^

I'll tidy it up, I dont mind picking up after us - Clean by Noah Floersch

riz gukgak is the character of all time. he's a goblin. he has a gun. he's in high school. he's saved the world multiple times. he's died before. he carries a briefcase with him everywhere. he threatened to eat a dragon. he refuses to stop investigating mysteries because otherwise he would have to deal with his grief over his dad's death. he did fantasy cocaine in a floating pirate city. he lied about having a romance partner and then got kidnapped by the manifestation of that lie. he tattooed clues all over his body in case his memory got wiped. he doesn't know how to connect with his friends outside of life-threatening situations. he has abandonment issues. his dead dad is a secret agent for heaven. he's canonically hot. he throws up when he's nervous. his nickname is the ball. he loves his mom. he hisses at things. he ran over a guy with his friend's van. he brought back an eldritch entity because he can't let a mystery go. he's even aroace.

Little spoon so I can feel the rising of their chest in my back as I rest and feel the consistent stream of their breath behind my ear

Pinning their wrists together with my hand so I can check their pulse with my thumb while fucking them

Missionary so I can press my ear against their chest and listen to their heart beat while they're fucking me

Sucking hickeys into their throat so I can feel the flow of blood pumping into the carotid artery under my lips

Solas has toebeans

Hello tumblr, how do we feel about the inter dimensional space that is airports?

one thing about me is i AM going to get angry and annoyed the SECOND i see anyone claim tim drake is an underrated character/robin/batfam member

that boy is one of the MOST loved character i have ever come across, he was hugely successful after jason and the first robin to get his own solo run

that is not an underrated character

now my son duke on the other hand

A fun little dogpile of the batbros... a batpile? A birdpile? Just a happy little pile of Robins 🤪

YEAHH!!!!

award-winning palestinian children's illustrator baraa awoor writes:

"what use is it to be an illustrator of children's books when the world has sentenced the children of your country to the death penalty, to vanish, to genocide?"

some of baraa's illustrations:

this is an illustration for youssef, whose mother is remembered running desperately into the hospital asking if anyone had seen a "small white boy with beautiful curly hair, his name is youssef," a description which was remembered by millions when she finally identified his body:

this illustration is for young omar, who was hugging his little brother and teaching him how to repeat the shahada after him (a prayer spoken by muslims before their death) as he lay on his hospital bed:

"we want a new year that doesn't kill us or our children, we want it a year without blood, without screaming, without pain, we want a new attempt to get our lives back, or something that resembled our life, even if life is a lie we still cling to it, return life to us—a new year's card unlike any other year:"

Fun fact: even moving out of an objectively harmful environment is scary. Change is scary. I can't really neatly define what I'm feeling as depression, but there's something that has me pausing before I enter my room because of just how empty it is. More and more my parents are getting used to the idea that I'll be gone; I guess I ensured that by picking up a house sitting job and staying weekends elsewhere so I could get to work on time, but still.

I get my new key on Thursday.

I'm excited to have freedom and be able to exist without having eggshells under my feet, but it's also so terrifying. I haven't been able to get out of bed on days I don't have work, just because there's no schedule, no one to enforce it. What am I supposed to do?

It'll all be OK, eventually, but right now it's a lot for me.

Here's to freedom, let's pour one out for childhood.