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Daiya Tues

I’m American because my parents fucked.

I’m American because my parents fucked.


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breaking-dexter:

If you’re suffering from depression and are looking for a sign to not go through with ending your life, this is it. This is the sign. We care.

If you see this on your dash, reblog it. You could save a life.

She could walk her legs forward, get them under her, and the tension on the rope wouldn’t be s

She could walk her legs forward, get them under her, and the tension on the rope wouldn’t be so bad. She could even close her legs, let the suspended underwear fall clear, bunch around her feet for her to step clear of. She could kick off her shoes. If she really tried, she might be able to slip her wrists clear of the binds, and walk away. The point was, she had options. 

The problem was, her mind was blind to them. She would tease him about how free she was to walk out the door, and maybe she’d give him a wiggle when she went. She’d struggle and fight back, even. Once she’d left a light cut on his cheek where her nail had accidentally scored. But when he’d tied her like this, and his hand had run down the gentle curve of her spine, his finger bumping over each nodule of her spine, he’d given her clear instructions. 

As they fell upon her ears, she could feel them being taken as wrote, reprogramming her mind so that there was no alternative but to follow. It wasn’t a question of if, but how, when her limbs started to ache and her muscles began to spasm, as if trying to escape her bones and flee her skin. They wanted out, but she only wanted in. 

She hang there, and waited. Or rather, was waited upon. She knew he was close by, even though she could neither see nor hear him. He had a presence, as all the best men did, and the way the hairs on the back of her neck stirred let her know that he hadn’t quite left the immediate area just yet. 

Even if he had, she wouldn’t disobey. Maybe a month ago. Or a week. But something had changed in her, and while it scared her, it also gave her a thrill like nothing else. It wasn’t something broken, but rather something built. A synaptic bridge that wasn’t there before. Things made sense. Why she did this, why she wanted it, and what she was going to do.

All three things were somehow found in the simple fact that He’d told her to.



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bunniflops:

help support an independent artist and his two bunnies ! reblogs would be highly appreciated ! i do both agere and non-agere (but still sfw) related art, as well as make agere/babycore/kidcore themed bracelets, hairclips, and other cute accessories ! these are my only source of income and i’m trying to save up for some bunny supplies and a new setup ! i’m also trying to earn money to get myself a new computer as mine has been busted for two years now, but that’s a long term goal !

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justanotherstory225:

dandehaane:

things i need u to please know right now:

  • bad days don’t last forever
  • napping is never a crime
  • all the cells in ur body are working so hard to keep u healthy and happy and they love u very much
  • also dogs, they love u very much
  • instant hot chocolate takes 2 minutes to make and requires no culinary expertise please indulge urself
  • u are a part of this world 
  • and a very important part
  • don’t doubt that for a single second

Have to reblog this because that 3rd bullet put the biggest smile ever on my face.

“Maybe I’ll be okay.

Without your smile

Your easy company.

Maybe I’ll be okay,

without your little laugh

and the warmth of your affection

blanketing me.

Maybe I’ll be okay

without your name on my phone

Day After Day.

Maybe I’ll be okay

Without you.”

- Hold tight.

Sorry not sorry.

percy jackson’s greek gods/heroes animated spinoff with a different cast member narrating each episode

ao3commentoftheday:

ao3commentoftheday:

if you want to send ao3 volunteers some love, leave messages in the notes

I’ll pass it along to them

If you’ve read today’s AO3 News post you know why I’m reblogging this.

I created this post a long time ago as a way for people to say thanks or generally show support without adding to the messages that AO3 Support has to respond to. If you feel like showing some love to the volunteers who do so much for fandom, you can reply or reblog.

I’ll compile the messages and share them back with all usernames removed for your privacy. Any hate will be removed and those users blocked.

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