I Remember All Of Them.

Alright. We’re settling this discourse once and for all.

In the tags, tell me your opinion on:

Mayonnaise

Frozen Yogurt 

Salt and Vinegar Chips

Sweet Potatoes

Kiwi

Ginger Ale

Microwave Ramen

Everyone arguing in russian while John and Ava look awkwardly at each other:

Jesse and his weird freakazoid husband or whatever

Dear friends 🫂🫂

When we resorted to asking for urgent assistance, we resorted to it because of the difficulty of life we ​​live, whether psychological, physical or material 💔

We are a Palestinian family of seven people. We were living a decent, stable life and had our dreams. Suddenly, our situation changed because of the devastating war that caused us to lose everything we owned and negatively affected my children psychologically, educationally and otherwise 😭😭

Therefore, we became in dire need of help so that we can continue living 💔

Today, after approximately 330 days of war and five months since the start of the fundraising campaign, we have reached 19000€ / 35,000€, and I am confident that you will help me reach the goal as soon as possible - I hope that everyone who sees my message will donate if possible and share it widely 🙏

Thank you very much

🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸❤🤍💚🖤

Your brother / Mohammad Ayyad

gofundme.com

Donate to Help my Uncel’s family , BE THE CHANGE, organized by Roba Ayyad

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already 19,000/35,000! under half the goal left so please donate 🍉

by @rogersrival

I made those images a while ago and idk what to do with them so I'm posting them here.

In his dreams, Steve’s liver was between his teeth. There was a slit down his side, moonlight painting the white of his skin. The asset knew that his teeth were painted with blood, but the wound did not weep it. It stayed perfectly sealed inside of his beautiful body, unlike the organs he so carelessly ripped out with his jaw.

Steve was asleep, or unconscious, but he was not dead. Through his hot flesh the asset could feel his heartbeat, and it unsettled him. Another cut was made, and the asset pulled apart Steve’s ribs reverently. They came undone like yarn, slipping through flesh and metal fingers. It was too easy. The asset wrapped his metal hand around Steve’s heart. He knew not of the feeling of skin against beating tissue, and he had no intention of enlightening himself. Closing flesh around such an organ would be too close to love, and the asset felt only surrender.

He pulled, first gently and then harder, squeezing like the.. thing would come squishing through the cracks of his fingers like rotten fruit. His hand stayed clean. It was almost like sex, the push and pull, and finally the asset gave in and leaned his head down, closing his teeth around Steve’s heart and biting as hard as he could. The taste of iron and rot did not come, and the asset could not penetrate the hard muscle.

“I hate you.” The asset whispered into hot blood, hoping that the salvia that rolled down his chin would drop into the cavity that he had created, maim and taint Steve’s American Dream. “I don’t want this.”

Steve was whispering in his ear. He loved him. No, no, this was not love. This was weakness. This was surrender. Surely the rip of teeth should burn, have Steve screaming and begging the asset to stop. He wanted Steve to tell him to stop. Was he giving up?

He woke up panting, and hard, and on the living room floor. Gripping a loaded revolver in his right hand, he closed his eyes and bit his lip until it bled, imagining it was Steve’s blood in his mouth instead.

Button Pixels

[id: Button Pixels]

F2U w/ credit (reblog), my first actual pixels ended up being buttons. Tried the blue one on my rentry, doesn't look bad. They all look funny sized up like this though good god.

the sims and the sims 2 ads in the 2000s

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements