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gruviaa · 1 month
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gruviasilversblog · 2 years
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For his Raindrop,he wants to be Gajeel-Sama 🤣🤣🤣🤣.
I love Gajuvia Brotp so much!!!
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novelist-becca · 1 year
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The pure joy in Raine’s voice when they said “I’m just happy you’re here” 🥹
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foldingfittedsheets · 2 months
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My mom has this awful friend, Cynthia. My loathing goes deep enough that I’m not even going to change her name. If she ever finds this she knows what she did.
On multiple occasions my mom asked this horrible irresponsible chicken brained woman to watch after our animals while we were away. I don’t know why once wasn’t enough, because the first failure was so spectacular that anyone in their right mind would know she couldn’t be trusted with any level of responsibility or direction following.
You might be thinking to yourself, FFS, this level of antipathy is surely unwarranted! But you’d be wrong.
To set the scene, we were living in downstairs of our house when I was about fifteen. My mom has always wanted more animals than can reasonably be kept indoors which is how we ended up with three cats. When she wanted to kick them all outside I protested, and so all three cats lived in my bedroom with no access to the rest of the house.
That really wasn’t great, so in an attempt to give them options we made a window cutout with a cat door in it to give them access to the outdoors. Looking back on this as an environmentally conscious adult it’s wretched, cats should be indoor only, but at the time I was desperate to give them some freedom because one bedroom is too small for three cats.
So my parents and I went on a week long trip to visit family out of state. We told Cynthia to come feed and water the cats, and to scoop the litter box. Most importantly, don’t lock the handle of the door, because we only have the key to the deadbolt.
I’m sure you can see where this is going.
Cynthia locked us out. We arrived home after 12 hours on the road, desperate for the comfort of our own beds. We were met with an unyielding door. With a sigh I volunteered, “I can punch in the cat door and climb in the window.”
I slipped behind the bamboo outside my window and pushed in the cutout. A horrible insidious reek wafted out at me. I paused, prickling with foreboding. But I had a job to do, and by god I’d see it through. I hefted myself up into the window and my hand immediately landed in something wet.
Skin crawling, I pulled myself up and surveyed the darkened room as a miserable odor of decay and suffering poured out of the room around me. I could see dark shapes littering the carpet and it didn’t take a genius to guess that the cats had taken up hunting in a big way during my absence.
I pulled my hand out of the pile of vomit it had landed in and dropped into my onetime bedroom turned now into a hellpit of decomposing wretchedness. I turned on the light. I wished I had not turned on the light.
My eyes scanned across the floor, tallying as they went. Two dead birds, a dead baby rabbit, five dead mice, and one dead snake. I paused on my alarm clock, perplexed to see a stain of white on it. I stepped closer and saw a furtive movement.
The tally suddenly contained also: one live bird that had shit in several places, probably in pure terror to find itself trapped in a room littered with decomposing woodland creatures, which honestly, fair. I coaxed it out the window and finished the survey with five discrete piles of vomit.
I unlocked the door and let my parents in. They exclaimed in disgust at the horrible smell. We stood together in my doorway floored by the magnitude of neglect. The unscooped litter box was a subtle footnote in the tangible reek my living space. I disposed of the parade of ecological disaster, cleaned vomit, and scooped the box after a brutally long day on the road. The cats were fine, and happy to see me. They had a huge dish or food and water so Cynthia’s neglect at least hadn’t harmed them.
Then I slept on the couch while my bedroom aired out, the windows flung wide to dispel the uneasy ghosts of the hunted. I spent the whole night cursing Cynthia’s name for this evil she’d visited upon me. When my mom asked her, "Cynthia, didn't you see the dead animals?"
Cynthia responded, "Yes, they smelled so bad, I just ran in and out as fast as I could." I fully don't believe she did any caretaking, and I'm personally of the opinion that she locked herself out on the first day and never came back.
The next day my room had returned to a habitable level of smellscape and I gratefully crawled into my bed that night. I stretched out and froze as my foot brushed something cold and wet?
The final indignity: one last dead snake, inside my very sheets.
Fucking Cynthia.
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nyaskitten · 6 months
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im sorry i cannot imagine wu and garmadon having a mom . they have a dad and he asexually reproduced <3
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simcardiac-arrested · 5 months
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you know what? fuck this. fuck you. transfems your pebbles
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im trans and im fem. TJE GENDER SISTERS
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thevirgodoll · 1 month
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hey girl,
respect yourself enough to walk away. go where you are loved, where you are cherished. go to people that wouldn’t even allow you to walk away in the first place.
you are being treated less than your value when you were out of their price range when you met them. something that is valuable would be protected and claimed. you never leave your valuables out where they can be taken. and trust me, they know you’re valuable.
they’re breaking your heart to make you question your value. they’re treating you like trash when they’d never accept that same treatment. they’re building you up, and breaking you down. meanwhile, they’re questioning their own self worth and self concept. it’s all a projection.
and come on, do you really think he is conveniently hurting you or ignoring you because he’s simply misguided or avoidant? no, he just isn’t a real man. stop making excuses for him.
when he turned his back on you, he made the decision to go towards a low value lifestyle. it’s easier to stay the same, than have a woman who will push him to grow. you can check majority of the boxes, but if he isn’t ready for you and doesn’t want to be, he will never be ready. why wait on a message that will never come?
y’all have to remember people make conscious decisions in the long run regarding who they will deal with, and who they won’t. y’all also have to remember if someone loves you enough, they WILL do their damndest to change. regardless of external factors. if he respected the fact that the dynamic is an honor, a privilege, a blessing, he would do anything to keep it. nothing would stop him.
if you were valued in this connection, you’d know it. walk away. let God use you as a lesson of how you never know what you have until it’s gone. never let anyone fumble you more than once.
keep praying, keep trying, keep staying pure hearted and genuine. be open to change and take this time to grow deeper in your spirituality. choose God because God chose you first. don’t ever let anyone treat you less than what GOD would treat you. you are worth more. choose yourself. and above all, never let anyone tell you that you aren’t worthy of being chosen.
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hotvintagepoll · 2 months
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Hazel Scott (Broadway Rhythm, Rhapsody in Blue)—ok ok let me tell you about Hazel Scott. She was a Trinidadian piano genius. By the age of 3 she could play the piano by ear. She would play jazzed-up versions of classics in nightclubs and could sing too! She appeared in five movies, and used her influence as a piano prodigy to improve Black representation in film—she turned down offensive parts, demanded equal pay, and always wore her own costumes to ensure she was portrayed as glamorous and beautiful. She was the first African-American woman to host her own television show, The Hazel Scott Show. She stood up for civil rights and was an overall icon! If you want to watch her being a genius, here she is playing two pianos at once. And here's this one that shows off her consummate glamor! [videos beneath the cut]
Ella Raines (Hail the Conquering Hero, The Suspect, Phantom Lady, The Web)— When she first appears on screen in Impact (1949) she's mistaken for a young man--she's dressed in mechanic overalls while fixing an automobile--but then she looks up, flashing the leading man with her piercing eyes (green according to IMDb) and his life (and mine) is never the same again. [53:23 in this clip]
This is round 1 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.
[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]
Hazel Scott propaganda:
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Ella Raines propaganda:
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 Just a few words: sultry, cool and mysterious.
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 Just incredibly beautiful
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gayelderstourney · 7 months
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FINAL
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Propaganda:
Statler/Waldorf:
is there anything gayer than being a hater with another gay old man. Those two queers have done so much for the lgbt community
Waldorf has a wife, but it's literally just Statler in drag. In the wiki it says "Astoria often wonders why her husband keeps coming to this 'irritating, mindless, incessant nonsense' while he could stay home with her. The only answer from Waldorf was 'no comment.'" And I like to think it's because he gets to go on dates with his boyfriend. Every show they're always heckling the Muppets but end up sitting back in their balcony seat every show, meaning they must have to enjoy it enough to come back. They're, like the kids say, a little tsundere. -"The internet is a completely different culture isn't it." -"You said it. Everything here is immediately followed by sarcastic comments and nasty responses." -"Yup, we're finally where we belong." -"Do-ho-ho-ho-hoh!"
They hate everything together
Eda Clawthorne/Raine Whispers:
they were high school sweethearts but ended up going on completely different paths in life; they met again many years later and rekindled their relationship. they led a rebellion against the corrupt government together. eda turns into a harpy and raine’s reaction is pure awe. they’re canonically two of the strongest witches on the boiling isles. also their adopted son is the son of god!
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spotsupstuff · 8 months
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takin a break from asks a lil with misc. silly oc stuff + some ideas for iterator cleaner fauna. cuz there just ain't enough of variety in those structures yet n i've been thinkin about cleaning methods of the insides for ages now
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myfriendgoo94 · 1 year
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Hey tumblrinas! Happy saturday!! 😊
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gruviaa · 16 days
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gruviasilversblog · 1 year
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The Worst Mistake - Chapter 5 - GruviaSilver - Fairy Tail [Archive of Our Own]
¡Hola!
Aquí os dejo el penúltimo capítulo de "The Worst Mistake" en español en AO3.
Aproveché este descanso que tuve de media hora antes de empezar otra vez mi curso online para publicar este capítulo que ya tenía listo pero que todavía no había logrado publicar.
¡Espero les guste!
Muchas gracias a quien lee y comenta y hasta la próxima!
GruviaSilver 💕.
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Okay, maybe this is just me, but the fucking whiplash from the way Sandra Lynn and Jawbone are with Adaine over Fig or Kristen is so crazy to me. It's gotten to such a point that Emily called it out in this last episode. Like, you're telling me that Sandra Lynn can acknowledge that the bad kids have helped raise each other and fulfill emotional needs their parents haven't, but can't put together that there might be a fucking reason Fig is protecting Kristen and Adaine created a simulacrum? Jawbone, as both a guardian and counselor, just let it go that a highly competent rouge capable of finding the rouge teacher straight up admitted (1) she wanted to murder Kristen and (2) she is upset at Fig for keeping her from getting close? All this after years of being obsessed with the bad kids?
Meanwhile, they see Adaine as this competent, low-maintenance, emotionally mature adult instead of recognizing that she was taught from an early age that adults would not meet her emotional needs?
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nyaskitten · 6 months
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I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate HATE!
motherfuckers who say evil women are bitches but then literally their faves are the far less dynamic and more generic men !!! like shut the. fuck up if youre gonna complain and whine about harumi or empress beatrix being 'stupid bitches' i best not catch you turn around and praise some lame-ass man instead !!!
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mericanasshole83 · 7 months
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