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palms-upturned · 1 day
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I truly do not want to see any more “vote blue” “lesser evil” shit after this. Biden and his administration not only enabled the massacre in Nuseirat, they were directly involved. Where is the line? We are the ones who decide where to draw it. If even this doesn’t cross the line for you, I truly do not know what to say to you. We will not and cannot win our freedom by sacrificing the lives of colonized people. Enough is fucking enough.
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tolerateit · 3 days
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Editing Prompt Of The Month -> PRIDE
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evie-carnahan · 5 months
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HECK YEAH NIMONA !! 🤘
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feyhunter78 · 5 months
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This new sweet, nerdy Miguel has me FERAL!!!!! HE'S SO CUTE I CAN'T —😩😩😩😩
I need some jealousy from him~ How do you imagine he acts when he feels jealous? He gets quiet and aloof, trying to avoid y/n so she don't notice? Or he gets angry and tries to mark territory? Hehe
AHH THANK YOUUUUU
I definitely want to write a full jealousy fic for him but I’ll give you a sprinkling of my thoughts while I plan for a full fic🫣
So, in the beginning before y’all get together he’s very quiet, really draws into himself, tries to act normal but is just a lot more reserved.
He’s afraid to voice how he feels because he doesn’t want to creep you out. (Gabriel got in his head. Bless his heart the poor boy is trying to help his brother, but he’s going about it the wrong way)
Very much a situation where he’s absent from class for a week or so because he gets sick and when he comes back he realizes another guy in class has been helping you with your notes.
You smile at the new guy, thank him in that sweet way you always thank Miguel and his stomach just churns and his chest starts aching. For a second he thinks he’s still sick, but when you smile at him and ask how he’s feeling the pain in his chest disappears.
He brushes it off, thanks you quietly for your concern, and throws himself into his work. For the first week you shrug it off thinking he’s still not feeling well, but after a while you end up confronting him which leads to:
“I just—I saw you and Brett, and, I’m glad you got help with your notes but you know you could’ve come to me.” He’s leaning against the wall, the wall you’ve trapped him against with your determined attitude and your inability to register when you’re invading his personal space.
“Miguel you were home, sick, and I didn’t want to bother you.” You remind him, your voice soft, tinged with concern.
He looks down at his feet, his shoulders hunched, his whole body curled in on itself. “You’re never a bother, not to me, so don’t—please don’t go looking somewhere else.”
But, when y’all get together???? Game changer. He’s still shy and he’s still the same Miguel you knew before but he’s more confident, he knows you won’t find it weird or creepy that he feels territorial over you. Now when a frat guy looks your way a bit too long in the courtyard he simply tilts your chin up with one finger and kisses you.
Of course his face is bright red after that and he buries it the crook of your neck, his big strong arms crushing you to his chest, and every time he does this you think it’s so cute.
If y’all are in private though, and say you have to go to a party or you’re going to be doing some joint event with a frat, he definitely likes sitting you in his lap and mouthing at your skin. Nothing too crazy on your neck, but he does leave a few large hickeys on your breasts, ones that sticks out from beneath the neckline of your shirt.
Just a bit of:
“Miguel! Come on, you know I didn’t bring any concealer.” You whine, your fingers tangled in his hair as his warm lips ghost over your skin, his tongue tracing the blossoming marks that trail down from your pulse point, dipping beneath the neckline of your shirt.
“I’m sorry mi dulce, I couldn’t help it, you look so pretty.” He says, as he dips his head biting down on the soft flesh of your breasts, his large hands holding them, pushing them up, his fang-like incisors scratching against your skin deliciously.
“I have to go, I’m going to be late for the mixer.” You try to tell him, your hands leaving his hair to lightly push at his chest.
One of his hands leaves your breasts, and spans your upper back keeping you pressed against him.
“Just one more? Please?” He asks, looking up at you with such adoration in his eyes you nearly grab your phone to text your sisters you’re not going to make it.
You sigh, but it’s halfhearted, playful, indulging. “One more.”
He smiles and captures your lips one more throughly distracting you as he lays you down on the couch under him.
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aromanticmara · 1 year
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reblog with your answer and where you’re from!
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even-disco-baby · 2 months
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…oh my god?
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lancestroll · 11 months
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aston martin aren’t perfect by a long mile but boy will they fight for their drivers so much chaos caused just to gain three points
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numbbrainstrorm · 4 months
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Guess who stayed up All night playing human games on a human-made console IN his office table the whole night
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It couldn't be Rodimus
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Megie came to his rescue ( poor dude was so vulnerable in his holo-form, yet he managed to get Rodimus of out there )
Close-ups + my non-grammar ramblings under the cut
1 - After 5 mins of editing (bc for some reason It looks way darker on my monitor than on my phone) it's not a vibrant mess anymore
2 - Rodimus looks like a K-pop idol
3 - it was false for me to assume that Megatron would wear crimson-red jewellery
We all know he would wear Purple Jewellery
4 - I'm lowkey like Rody rn, so tired (+ I decided to be sick again
So that's fun 👍)
5 - it took all my brain cells to figure out if its "no point FOR yelling" or " no point IN yelling" ( took me solid 5 mins before I gave up 🤷)
Closeups
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M: Minimus, there's no point in yelling and pointing fingers at him when you know that he is a stubborn piece of metal
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tolerateit · 2 days
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dkfjdndksnsbdn
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tolerateit · 12 hours
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Hozier for The Late Show With Stephen Colbert
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palms-upturned · 21 hours
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I’m going to start charging liberals to send me asks and respond to my posts. Unless u attach a gofundme receipt for a Gaza escape fund I’m not gonna talk to u I’m just gonna block
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tolerateit · 2 days
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I'M?? 🥹🥹😭 😭
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tolerateit · 1 year
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I'M SO HERE FOR THIS
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tolerateit · 11 months
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the whole point of life is being deeply moved by art. and bread
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tolerateit · 2 months
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"why did you follow prev" because we're bound in blood for eight hundred years. next question
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tolerateit · 1 month
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what the fuck
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