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A courgette is just the bastard child of and aubergine and a cucumber
A mouth-watering fuck-ton of hand angle references.
By Shadowcross on DA.
you're not alloweddddd to like my perunny posts when I'm sleep deprived and trying to concentrate you can't do this to meeeeeeeeeee /j /lh
I just. I really love Peril in how she loves the people in her life. She's so full of the want to be loved and to love other people, she just has no language for it and is trying to learn but it's hard, and she has so much baggage and the want for it and the discomfort and fear she has for it is so. AUGHGHGH
and you have Sunny. who wants to love other people so badly but is so sick of having that conflated with weakness. You have someone who is full of optimism and kindness in despite of it all, goddamn it, but never enough room for her to be complicated and flawed or someone worth taking seriously. Who needs someone to love her without expecting her to be something she isn't and who loves her as a whole person who can be mad and hurt but who still chooses to be kind.
They're just such a choice pairing to me. People who need love in major ways and who fit together just right to bring each other that joy. ESPECIALLY when you don't disregard Peril's discomfort and jealousy towards Sunny !!! I want it to be uncomfortable !!! I want it to be strange !!!! I want them to love each other none the less by the end and see each other truly as they are and for that to be beautiful. I truly don't like Cleril bc it feels like Clay's in, honestly, denial (as a way to protect himself) for who Peril is- she's mean and loud and prone to violence and he makes excuses for that but he doesn't understand that it's part of who she is even when it can't be something she continues to be or do. I feel like Sunny is the only one I can see truly, really knowing Peril and coming out the other side still going "I love her." Not even bc any other Peril ships are bc they couldn't """appreciate""" her or something, but like. Tsunami has too many morals and her own self loathing to be able to accept Peril- she lashes out at things she doesn't understand or like. And Clay doesn't know how to reconcile violence with people he loves- he's distressed when bad things happen and he is genuinely a deeply unviolent person !!!!! Sunny's seen some real, real shit but if there's one thing to take away from her book, it's that she copes in her own way just like her siblings- but instead of how they choose to cope (thru focusing on loved ones, thru protecting loved ones, thru learning as much as they can, or thru keeping people at a distance), she does it through optimism. And this unfailing belief that people can choose to be good.
Fuck man. those fucking dragons
me when these things happen to giants and tinies
feel free the use the poses just credit me
i scribbed these aaaaaaa
A Different Kind of Deal
((Aka: What if Husk made a few more bad gambles and ended up under contract as the eternal lapcat to a less merciful Overlord?))
Cory Lee has visited 40 countries on seven continents, and yet the Georgia native has never explored Cloudland Canyon State Park, about 20 minutes from his home. His wheelchair was tough enough for the trip to Antarctica but not for the rugged terrain in his backyard.
Lee’s circumstances changed Friday, when Georgia’s Department of Natural Resources and the Aimee Copeland Foundation unveiled a fleet of all-terrain power wheelchairs for rent at 11 state parks and outdoorsy destinations, including Cloudland Canyon. The Action Trackchair models are equipped with tank-like tracks capable of traversing rocks, roots, streams and sand; clearing fallen trees; plowing through tall grass and tackling uphill climbs.
“I’ll finally be able to go on these trails for the first time in my life,” said the 32-year-old travel blogger, who shares his adventures on Curb Free with Cory Lee. “The trails are off-limits in my regular wheelchair.”
Georgia is one of the latest states to provide the Land Rover of wheelchairs to outdoor enthusiasts with mobility issues.
In 2017, Colorado Parks and Wildlife launched its Staunton State Park Track-Chair Program, which provides free adaptive equipment, though guests must pay the $10 entrance fee. Michigan’s Department of Natural Resources has placed off-road track chairs in nearly a dozen parks, including Muskegon State Park. In 2018, Lee reserved a chair at the park that boasts three miles of shoreline on Lake Michigan and Muskegon Lake. “It allowed me to have so much independence on the sand,” he said.
Mobility FTW
I can't help but just have these guys as my fav anime yaoi OTP. And no it's not because it has a rabbit boy. They are just so cute!!!
— IN ALL YOUR FANTASIES, YOU ALWAYS KNEW... THAT MAN AND MYSTERY...
— WERE BOTH IN YOU...
⠀ ⠀ ⠀John-Owen Jones in the 2011 Olivier Awards performance for Phantom.
YES. They make me think of this
Inspired by the wonderful fanfictions written by @or-what-you-will
so did we all just experience that or was it a collective hallucination
Chess is a game of strategy, and while all pieces have an assigned value at the start, during play, strength is constantly shifting and changing, depending on the moves. But the overall outcome remains the same. The King is the central piece, the Queen is his strength and protector, and the other pieces act on their behalf, to guard and capture.
inspired by this gorgeous set
DUDE
Max Huang (AKA Kung Lao) is a Total Daddy like like he can fatality me 🥵
WHY HAS TUMBLR NEVER SHOWN ME THIS
is this meme dead yet?
RZ Michael scenario where y/n is a nurse at Smith's. There's a lockdown & she's trapped in Michael's cell. Pls make it nsfw & hella fluffy. TY
Hell YEAH BABY. I got carried away im so sorry-
Michael
Today, of all days, why did it have to be the day that you traded your later lunch for an early lunch.
You had always managed to get the last lunch schedule; which happened to be close to two o’clock. At this point, you’d absolutely give anything to have the twelve o’clock lunch just once.
And that’s what you did. And hour or do before the the call for the twelve o’clock lunch sounded, you had asked the front nurse if there was an opening for at least one person at that lunch, or at least anyone willing to take her spot just for today in trade for the last lunch.
Flipping through the nurse charts, she picked out one file that was near the bottom.
“Joyce was moved for today down in corridor three for today, and we’ve been looking for someone to take her place for patient checkup today. For Myers. That’ll give you first call lunch.”
She pushed her glasses back up and looked at, awaiting a response.
You moved your head back slowly, a sigh of relief escaping your lips. You’d take it.
She handed you the key and went back to the routine click-clack of her keyboard after handing you the key to Myers cell.
Myers was a famous name around the lunch room and just about everywhere in the sanitarium, really. Most nurses commented on his chilling yet oddly attractive height, while other combatted them with hoe dangerous he was. One recalling how she was there when he snapped a guard’s leg for getting in his face.
Hey, all you had to do was check up on him, take his tray, and do a routine mattress inspection, there shouldn’t be anything to worry about.
His inspection was in a few minutes, so it wouldn’t hurt to do it now so that you could head to the cafeteria early.
Jingling the door keys, you make it to Michael’s cell. Stepping inside, your stomach dropped, only for a moment, however.
That was normal for you. It’s that unexpected pit of fear that you’d get entering anyones cell, but it never lasted that long, knowing that you’d be out of there in a flash anyways and guards were at the end of each hallway.
“Hi Michael. I’m you’re nurse for today, Joyce was moved to another corridor just for today.”
You’re voice was cheery, something that a lot of your other regulars enjoyed and got you patients who respected and acted well. Michael, however, didn’t say anything.
You close the door behind you, setting the keys in your skirt pocket.
“This should only take a few minutes. Now if you could stand up for me and move to the side, that would be great, please?”
Michael, sat at his desk, didn’t move at first, but eventually stood up. He was much taller than you’d expected, he towered over your small form. He moved to the side as you walked over to his desk, taking the tray from breakfast.
You set it on the little shelf under his door window for you to take when you left. There wasn’t too much room to move, considering there was enough for a desk, the bed, him, and maybe a nurse. his walls were covered with what looked like paper-mâché masks. He himself had an orange one on. Either way, the masks took a little more space from the room to walk.
You smiled up at him, tilting your head slightly, “I like your mask. Orange is my favorite color.” Once again, there was no answer, but that was common with some patients.
Turning back around, you stand at the foot of his bed, “I’m now going to do a mattress check, then I’ll be out of your way.
Lifting up each corner and running your hands across the sides and tops of the mattress you found nothing, expect a small paintbrush tucked in between the wall and the bed.
It wasn’t carved for a pointed end or anything like other patients would have, but it was mandatory that you should take it anyways. It could have been “hidden with the intent to harm someone or oneself.” But come on, it was a paintbrush, and Michael seems to actually use it for something else, he probably didn’t know it was there.
You felt eyes narrow in on you, the feeling was overwhelming. Almost scary.
You turned and held it out to Michael.
“I know I should take it, but I doubt you where going to use it. If you were you’d have it on you. Go on, this’ll be our little secret. I’d hate for you to not be able to make anymore masks.” You cheerfully offered
Michael’s hand slowly took the brush out of your hands and held it, remaining eye contact the entire time.
“Thank you for being cooperative, Michael. Hopefully I can be your nurse again another-”
Your sentence was cut off by a loud ringing that echoed off of the empty halls. It was the lockdown alarm. Normally they tell the nurses when a routine drill is happening but you didn’t get one... which.. meant that there was... an actual emergency
“Michael, if you could step back into the corner for me that would be amazing,” you said, but much more serious. The smile fading off of your face .
You slowly turned back to the door to open it before the automatic locks kicked in to not raise suspicion, but inside your heart was practically pounding at the door already.
You grabbed the door handle and pulled as hard as you could, expecting it to open for you. You were a nurse of course, you didn’t have to be locked in here.
The door didn’t budge.
It was locked. With you inside.
Stepping back, you bump into something firm. Gulping, you slowly turn to see Michael standing directly behind you.
You’d expect someone in this sort of place to think about how they’d kill you. Maybe he was going to use that brush and plunge it into your eye. But it was quite the contrary.
Michael appreciated your kindness, you had a likable spunk to you that the rest of the nurses just didn’t have. Maybe because they were dealing with mentally insane people all day, but at least you were a nice light in this place.
You looked to... innocent. For a place like this, at least. Micheal was still a man, after all. You looked very pleasing to his needs.
“M...ichael?”
By the look in his eyes you could tell he was thinking of something. You didn’t know what, but it couldn’t be something good.
Michael took a small step forward, making you step back. The another, and another, until the top of your legs touched the edge of his desk.
He had never wanted or desired to do this to a nurse, or anyone since he had gotten here, but you looked so pleasing to him. Delicious isn’t the right word for someone as twisted as him, but he just knew that he wanted you and that he was going to have you.
The guards would have all been down attending to another situation, so it was only you and Michael in the cell.
He reached down, moving a piece of your hair to the side of your worried face as another hand hiked up your skirt. The hand that had moved the hair was ready to quiet your screams, but instead you only blushed madly, looking to the side in embarrassment.
Pulling your underwear off, he lifted you up onto the desk with ease to match his height. Tugging at the small belt on his pants, he shoved them off and out of the way.
Your mind raced as you thought of how wrong this was, hoe you should be screaming for help and fighting back, but instead you eagerly scooted to the edge of the table. Closer to him.
The gasp that escaped your lips as his length was pushed into you was a mix of pain and confusion. You had a small feeling he would be big, but not this big. You clenched your legs together in an attempt to get comfortable with him, but he pushed them back open.
Your mouth was agape. Michael’s hand reach up and grabbed your face, pulling your face to his as another pulled you closer to him. Bringing you forward onto his entire length. The twitched of your eyelids and legs were enough for Michael to stay hard.
Leaning his forehead against yours, your face still in his hand, he began to thrust himself into you slowly, but picked up the pace the moment he could adjust to your small form.
Your body was limp for a moment, the only way to stay in this position was to wrap your arms around Michael neck, which you did. At this rate, there was no getting used to Michael’s length, but you couldn’t deny that this was better than anything you’ve ever had before.
The wailing of the alarm was loud enough to drown of your own moaning. With each hard thrust came an equally powerful moan. Michael gripped your hips with both hands as you set your back against the wall. There was nothing to hold onto but the desk itself that was leaving scratch marks on the painting brick.
Your legs quivered with need as his cock continued to ravage your insides for what seemed like hours. You had already came but there was no use in attempting to speak. It’s not like your overstimulated body would be capable of producing words.
One of Michael’s hands ripped open your blouse, gripping your breast as he pushed his head onto your neck. Your hand running through his hair as he did so.
He was close, very close. As tight as you were he wondered how he had lasted so long, but it wouldn’t be too much longer. The clapping of his skin against your sped up as he did everything to push himself over.
You cried out his name as his final thrust buried himself deep inside you, spilling every last drop of his seed. His nails made cuts into your hips and ass while he firm grip left purple bruises.
As he pulled out you went limp against the wall, attempting to think about what to do next. The alarm had gone off about 30 seconds ago and the guards would be doing their rounds to make sure nobody else was causing trouble.
You stumbled off of the desk, pulling up your panties and up your skirt. Your legs were still shaking, you doubted you’d be able to walk in the heels you came in with.
Michael had already pulled up his pants and stood in front of the door so that nobody would see you as you bashfully buttoned up your blouse. Your hands were pretty shaky too, struggling to get the buttons in the correct slot. Michael bent down and buttoned the last three for you.
You head heavy footsteps approaching the end of the hallway as a guard could be heard lock checking each door. Panic spread throughout your body at you fixed your hair and wiped the tears off of your cheeks. Even attempting to control your shaking.
Michael brushed the hair out of your face once again and fixed himself, standing behind you as the guard looked through Michael’s cell window.
“What the- where you in here this whole time?”
You nodded. Michael’s hidden hand rested inside the top of your pants, making you blush madly once again.
“Did he touch you?”
You shook your head, “No, sir.”
I made about half a gallon(I drank some.) of Kool-Aid with milk instead of water. I didn’t feel like changing the water filter. It tasted pretty good ngl.
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