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“The Moon Haunts You.”
Khonshu baby, the only thing that haunts me is this video. 😭😭😭
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also
WIRED interview gifs by @gallnerkyle , Frankenstein gifted by @nowritingonthewall, Sam Eagle via GIPHY. Pedro pic by @chefsurendermohan on IG. Thank you to @whocaresstillthelouvre for inspiring this in the first place with the Chicken Little pic 😭😂
Happy Easter from God’s favorite morally-ambiguous lawyer.
“What’s in my bra” by Gracie Collins(2024)
“Oh look!” Karen said brightly, trying to pretend she didn’t feel a certain blind hand drifting south. “It’s a show about The Daredevil!” Matt didn’t miss a beat. “How boring,” he muttered, lips brushing the shell of her ear, while his fingers curved under the elastic of the shorts. “I’m much more entertained by your shorts, mmmh.” Karen snorted, squirming against his chest, though she didn’t exactly stop him. “Ah, you just want them back, considering they’re yours?” Frank, who’d been steadily leaning into her personal space like a heat-seeking missile, lost it. “Dude,” he barked, laughing, “you know they’re pink, right?!” Matt paused. Fingers still nestled where they really shouldn’t be during prime time television. “...I was not aware.” Karen burst into laughter, practically writhing between them now as Frank took the opportunity to press a kiss to her cheek, then her jaw, then her neck—one big arm snaking over her thighs, nudging them apart carefully. Matt’s hand didn’t stop, either. “Y’know what?” Frank growled low, mouth hot against Karen’s skin. “Fuck that guy.” “Which one?” Karen gasped, half-mad with laughter, half-mad with—well. Other things. “The Daredevil,” Frank grunted. Matt smirked against her shoulder. “Harsh.” “He’s a prick,” Frank added. “Acts like he’s blind but gets all the girls.” “I am blind.” “Oh my God shut up you two,” Karen snapped, voice cracking with heat and giggles as she was practically manhandled into a new position—her legs over Frank’s lap now, her chest still against Matt, both men touching her like they were in a race but forgot it wasn’t a competition. The TV was still droning on in the background. Something about justice and tight leather suits. Karen groaned and threw the remote across the room. “Justice can wait.”
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Totally self-indulgent fanart that I needed to get OUT. Hope you like this one :D
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I didn’t change anything. This is what happened.
Please laugh
The man in the mirror....
Watching Star Wars in chronological order is so funny.
Obi-Wan Kenobi really took one look at R2D2 in the middle of the desert and said “No, Luke, I’ve never seen this fucking droid in my life. Looks like a real bitch though. Not that I’d know. This is my first time meeting the asshole.”
No one in that whole franchise was Gatekeep-Gasslight-Girlbossing quite like “Ben” Kenobi, regular human-man.
In usual fashion I am squeezing something out before the very last second, but: Happy World Book Day!! Decided a piece of Steven and Josie was appropriate. :)
them on the ride back from exploding matt's apartment or whatever
Well... I unfortunately saw this coming, knew I had to do this at some point.
Im gonna just rant a bit and then that's it. Thats my two cents shared.
I've never really understood the whole 'be insanely jealous of famous people's spouses so much so that I hate them' thing.
I actually love that they have love and happiness in their lives and that makes me happy. Its even a bonus when those spouses are also talented, intelligent, kind sweethearts themselves.
Having said that I will absolutely not tolerate the poisonous toxic shit directed towards Elvira.
It actually says a lot about you and what kind of person you are. Oscar isnt going to fuck you nor would he like that you are being an absolute prick towards his wife.
I think there is a bigger conversation to be had about toxic fandoms. It just breeds this type of shit and I absolutely want nothing to with it.
So log off, grow the fuck up and try not to be pathetic for once.
So.. back to the regularly scheduled programming.
Still cant believe Nathan casually made a whole sentient conscious android woman and based her on some loners porn search history. Whenever I think fanfics make him too petty or convoluted I re-remember this and realise no one can write him crazier than the way he already is.
My bitch pose is NYASTYYYY
🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿
I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.
My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.
But in an instant, it was all gone.
A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.
That was just the beginning.
The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?
We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.
No home.
No food.
No clean water.
No way out.
I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.
I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.
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Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.
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i'm gonna tear up the fuckin' dance floor dude, check it out
ex machina, 2015 (dir. alex garland)
DOGE just froze funding to vital Federal and Indigenous conservation programs devoted to supporting the very delicate and tenuous existence of the black-footed ferret.
I fell in love with these animals as a kid traveling to our National Parks. Their rarity and ferocity made me sharply aware, even as a child, of just how much of a responsibility we have toward our environment. I can't bear the thought of them being a fucking casualty of Trump and Musk.
Look at them! They do war dances.
A Cog in the Great Machine
He's so pretty...
Companion piece to this.
Reposting just bc I thought they looked cute together
(& they're both prints... 1 2 !)
Finally got a clear shot of noonoo carrying her spring, it's her favourite toy
Person: How many times have you watched Moon knight?
Me:
The Golden Girls – 5.26: The Presidents Coming! The Presidents Coming!
moon knight heheh the second is cus i couldn't make his costume in the first place and decided to draw him without it😭😭
meep.