Still. Sobbing. Like. A. Baby 😭😭
'stop me when i am being like this', she said, her hands roaming around my back. Her eyes threatened a hurricane; a hurricane i wanted to get lost to. 'being what?' i whispered in her mouth. She tasted like the wine she just gulped down. 'this', whispers wafted in the air as she closed her lips around mine once again. Lips to my neck, nails on her thighs, heights of pleasure hiked and tumbled down... She is an adventure.
I don't know this new you. I have only dreamt of you being so passionate. But dreams never reached quite the peak you take me to.
You asked me to stop when you are crossing the line, told me to be cautious when we are playing with the flame. But tell me, my love, how to stop the flame when burning is the only thing i crave for all the time?
If you haven't noticed, i had been dreaming to kiss you like that all my life....
Anyone have the gif’s of the Chilean goalkeeper Christiane Endler lifting two of her teammates with ease.
I need them for um reasons lol
Let’s take a look at it one more time
Just so we’re clear about what an absolute unit this woman is
I really wanna know if straights feel *this* inside them whenever they see a strong man/hetero... Because am like asjkakhsjkajjkanjj staaphhhh....
Touch me, yeah
I want you to touch me there
Make me feel like I am breathing
Feel like I am human
--A Little Death, The Neighbourhood
Anonymous asked:
What's Carmilla? I know of the original book, but what's the webseries about?
It’s about new college student Laura Hollis. Her roommate, Betty Spielsdorf, goes missing after they go to a party together. She’s then assigned a new roommate, Carmilla Karnstein. Laura and her friend start to try to find Betty when they find out girls go missing every couple of years. I’m going to stop there because I don’t want to spoil anything.
Oh my! Camilla? Carmilla is a legacy. ;) Hop on board!
Can we make this the new meme format?
Here’s a blank one, go nuts
I have to get in on this
This 😂
Saved by the VFX ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Old trailer
New trailer
Silvers and blacks and glitters
Tiddies are all that matters
Yin and Yang: the most complimentary.....
Negovanman: hold our beer
@cyanwhisky on twitter
gUYS AHDKDJDNSLALDJD
Best ship ever 😍
“I like this one” - Thor, protector of the lesbians.
Lmao just thinking about this makes my heart melt 😍
Interspecies lesbianism
It’s cute guys
nothing but respect for MY lesbian big cat couple
peteseeger
Butch/Butch couple
This is actually hella interesting, bc in simple terms, tigers are extroverts and lions are introverts. There’s more to it, but that’s the gist.
Whenever zoo’s tried to put lions and tigers in the same enclosures, the tiger would eventually try to groom the lioness and play constantly. The lioness would lose patience and snaps at them
So basically what I’m saying is that you have a regal and refined gf who stands at the edge of a balcony during parties, sipping champagne
Then you have the other girl who drank all of the little flutes on the servers platter, and is now drunkenly pointing at her gf and telling everyone that that’s her gf and doesn’t she look beautiful I love her so much
hillyminne
So I had to draw them in human form???
The most wholesome post of 2018
Hollstein, basically😄
I don't know but there is something precious about the old fashioned telephone booth. The ones with smudged yellow and red painted on them. Or that one attached to a wall or something. They are very few these days. Like a genuine person may be. You see it there, waiting for someone to pick it up from the cradle and dial a number. May be a portal to a different time, different reality. Like an old friend these ghosted phone booths wait for someone to make them feel useful. So much like a person. Like a forgotten man who once used to be essential to a lot of people.
For everyone’s information:
The plan for the 17th, when the adult content ban comes in, is to protest.
To do that, we are making as much noise either side of the 17th as possible, and using the site as normal.
On the 17th, dead silence.
People are saying log off but what they really mean is don’t open the site or the app.
But, on the 17th make as much noise as possible on every other platform. Tweet about it and post on facebook and instagram and everywhere else.
What this does is causes a massive dip in ad revenue for one single day. That does not make staff think ‘oh everyone’s gone let’s shut down.’ What it actually makes them think is ‘oh shit people aren’t happy and if people don’t keep using our site we’re out of money and out of jobs.’
A boycott reminds a company that the users (consumers) have the power to make their site (business) worthless with one single coordinated decision.
If you want to join in, here’s what to do:
Do:
- Close all open instances of the app and site on all your devices before the 17th
- Make posts before and after the 17th on tumblr and other platforms, talking about why this ban is bad
- Make posts on other sites during the 17th. Flood the official tumblr staff twitter and facebook with your anger and your opinion
- Come back on the 18th and check in
Don’t:
- Delete the app from your phone (this doesn’t affect their revenue and since it’s off the store at the moment it’ll be hard to get back)
- Delete your account. I mean you can if you want to, but if you keep your account and don’t use it you’re saying to staff that there’s still time to save it. If you delete it’s hard work to come back.
- Open the app or website (including specific blogs)
- Make any posts (turn down/off your queue and make sure nothing is scheduled)
- Go quiet elsewhere. Make it clear that this is just about tumblr, not a mass move away from all social media.
Remember: the execs don’t care about anything but money. Shutting down the site means there’s $0 further income from it. That’s their last possible course of action. If we make it clear we’re not happy, they’ll have to do something or we can do more and more until it becomes too expensive.
Protests take commitment. They’re a defiant action against a business that is doing something wrong. They will try to scare you into not participating, because they’re scared. We hold all the power here, sometimes the execs just need to be reminded of that.
Peaceful protest pointed at ad revenue, spiking activity elsewhere. Genius.
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Each one of these women has an amazing story to tell, but we know nothing about them. This history is hidden from us, because they are women of color.
Their names are Dr Anandibai Joshi, class of 1886; Dr Kei Okami, class of 1889; and Dr Sabat Islambooly, class of 1890.
Dr Joshi was the first Indian woman to earn an MD; her Wikipedia page has the broad details of her life story. She argued that she should go to medical school due to “a growing need for Hindu lady doctors in India”, and was apparently the only student with the stomach to last through a demonstration autopsy of an infant. She died of tuberculosis in 1887, aged just 21 years old, but was such a remarkable figure that her first biography was published in 1888; since then there have been multiple biographies, a novel, a play, and a Hindi serial about her life. Drexel University has quite a few more documents about her in their archives.
Dr Okami was the first Japanese woman to earn a degree in Western medicine from a Western university; she also has a Wikipedia page which gives an overview of her life. Among other things she was appointed to head the gynaecology unit at Jikei Hospital in Tokyo, but resigned after Emperor Meiji visited the hospital and refused to receive her because she was a woman.
Dr Islambooly is the least well-known; her life was mostly undocumented after she returned home to Syria as the country’s first female physician. She was apparently a Kurdish Jewish woman who later moved to Cairo, where she died in 1941.
katie mcgrath’s pupils looking at a man: •
katie mcgrath’s pupils looking at a woman: ⬤
There you have it . A female presenting... Nevermind!
What gave you the right!?
No, not again... 😖
We were out again last night. You were talking about everything and nothing and i was listening to you quietly, with a flabbergasted smile on my face, as always. We were walking down that downhill road. It was dark and cold and your fingers were clasped around mine, tucked deep inside your pocket. We found this bistro beside the dimly lit road and decided to have dinner there. In that deserted place an elderly couple sat there and they smiled kindly at us as we sat down. You were still talking but i found my attention getting diverted.
With amusement i watched the elderly couple eat, the man scooped up some mashed potato and gravy and fed his lady with great affection. Grey covered their hairs, wrinkles littered their faces, but the satisfaction in the lady's face was anew. The kind man wiped her face and looked at me. I smiled back but my eyes were already moistened by then.
I turned back to you and found you were looking at me. Those big brown eyes sparkled brighter in the light of the fire nearby. You leaned in and whispered, 'you want that, don't you?'. My insecurities crumbled behind my hooded eyes and i sighed, 'yes... No... Maybe ..' you chuckled and i saw your throat move with that earthly sound. At that moment it took everything of me to stop myself from diving in and kiss that sound away from your neck.
You took my face in your palm, your warmth seeped in, you looked deep in my eyes and said, ' we will.' I trusted you. I believed in eternity at that moment. You believed in love at that moment.