Cro Cop, the man, the legend. Hope I can get closer to doing a split this year!

looking at (vetted) gofundmes for people trying to escape palestine and i don't know how many of you actually click on the gofundme links you reblog but i would like to point out, for what it's worth, just how amazing it is that so many have raised so much money. it may overall feel like a drop in the ocean but the fact that several gofundmes have raised tens of thousands of dollars is amazing. it is so expensive to leave gaza right now, and people still need money after they escape. but regardless of what propaganda the US, UK, canada, and other western nations are trying to pump out, people across the world are doing what they can to help these people survive. many of them are still very far from their goals (like this one and this one and this one) and some of them are very close to high goals (like this one), and some of them have reached almost double their original goal.

and that's not even addressing direct aid or organizations that take continuous donations for distribution of food, menstrual products, etc. the PCRF has raised $16,000,000 of their target goal of $20,000,000 to fund current aid and long-term relief efforts in gaza. ANERA's febuary 13th update discusses the material ways they helped palestinians today:

(ANERA donate link)

my point is, it often feels like the world is turning a blind eye to palestine. but i would like to point out that there is an important difference between "the world" and "western political leaders and media narratives". a breathtaking amount of real people, the people who make up the world, are trying to help. in the face of israel attempting to commit genocide, the world is saying No. These people deserve to live. and literally sending millions of dollars internationally, through the internet connection that israel has desperately been trying to destroy.

it may not feel like it matters in the grand scheme of things. but to the people who get fresh clothes, or a hot meal, or blankets, or the kids who get new toys, or to the people who are able to bring their families to safety, it matters to them. go make someone's day better. i've linked so many options with ways to do that.

i think the funniest possible star trek viewing order might be strictly chronological.

you’d have to start with that Voyager episode where they go to before the Big Bang, then work your way through every other time travel episode, the one with the whales, and First Contact before you even get close to anything approaching a normal viewing order.

at some point you’d have to watch “City on The Edge of Forever” followed by “Little Green Men” followed by “Far Beyond the Stars” which is about the most tonal whiplash you could possibly get from three consecutive episodes of star trek. I think I want to try this now.

"Overlay Scrapyard" Pose Box by Sparklesim

Self > Legs > Side Splits > floating

Self > Legs > Side Splits > grounded

This pose is an overlay.

aw yeah silly little dead ringer fanart because i love you @browa123 youre amazing you did this concept so much justice

GO READ DEAD RINGER I CANT WAIT FOR THE FULL STORY TO COME OUT ITS SO GOOD I CANT WAIT TO SEE WHAT PEOPLE THINK OF IT ALL AAGGHHHHHHHH!!!!

LIIINK!!!!!!!!

iM SO NORMAL ABOUT DEAD RINGER IM SO NORMAL ABOUT DEAD RINGER

(AND A LINK TO MY EI SUBMISSION WOO YIPEEE!!!)

Dog that goes GORP

🍃 couldn't decide on which of jin's hairstyles i liked best so i combined them [id in alt]

figurines ive been making for xmas presents

odile blast

we need more vampire characters who are squeamish at the sight of blood. that's a comedic goldmine and it's just sitting there

more info on version releases here

"Overlay Scrapyard" Pose Box by Sparklesim

Self > Legs > Front Splits > floating

Self > Legs > Front Splits > grounded

This pose is an overlay.

sometimes a healthy relationship isn't 50/50 because it can't be, and that's okay.

disabled people who cannot take on an equal portion of the work in a relationship deserve to be loved too, if that's what they want. and as long as their partner is getting the support they need, and is happy to take on that work, then what's the issue? it's nobodys business but your own the way that works in your relationship.

if you or your partner are disabled, and you can't split the work in the relationship 50/50, that's okay. you're not abusive, or a baby, or unloveable because of that. I promise

tw: dubcon/noncon, implied manipulation, loss of virginity, jing yuan being a bad guy, nsfw

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His entire body over you. Muscled thighs spreading your legs open, keeping you pressed down. Chest breathing slow and measured against yours. You can feel his sweat sticking to your skin. Hot, suffocating. In and out, he’s everywhere. Wet, but still dry, too. Pain, so much so, and yet his comforting hands are contradictory, along with the low voice humming in your ear. It messes you up, confuses your thoughts. He’s all over you. Everywhere.

It’s the first time he’s invaded you like this. It’s the first time anyone has trespassed, and now here you are, held down like a fish to be gutted for dinner, just waiting for it to be over.

But he’s so kind. His voice so soft, his touch gentle, despite his trespassing. He belongs there. Your body had always been his home to sneak into when no one else was watching. No one else was ever watching, not anymore- he turned all their eyes away, so it was just you and him. A dark room. The way it should be.

“You’re doing so well, dear,” Jing Yuan whispers. The thickness of his voice sending shivers up your clammy skin. It’s misleading, the thickness of his voice gathered up in the back of his throat like mucus. Something to be hacked out later, cleaned up, thrown away. His large hand smoothes over your small forehead- the size of his palm big enough to smother your face if he so pleased. He could choke you so easily with those fingers. But he never does. “I’m going to move a little. Be brave.”

He gives you a second to prepare yourself before he’s moving his hips back, a slow and dry drag as he guts you from the inside. He’s all over you. You flop and flail, a fish without water, on a cutting board, but you do not scream. Your breath stolen out of your lungs as you bite your lip and hold him tight, careful not to sink your fingernails in. You wouldn’t want to make him bleed. He’s your home.

Then he moves back in, a breath leaving him like he’s breathing the fresh air that you are lacking and reveling it. Something smooth and satisfied. “Wonderful,” he praises, his other hand petting across your belly and playing patterns by your hip.

Jing Yuan had always been your home.