I Don't Usually Post These But 1000 Likes Is Crazy

"but i'm still me, he's still joel, and we-- and nothing's ever gonna change that. ever."

superbat might not be everyone's cup of tea but you have to admit "person who wears glasses as their secret identity but doesn't need them" and "person who avoids wearing glasses until they absolutely have to" is a hilarious dynamic for a relationship.

Elphie. Elphie. Pay attention to me

some doodles while chilling this weekend

Thinking about how Luke could cum just from eating you out. Like he’d be between your legs, sloppily sucking on your clit while grinding into the mattress, getting so worked up over just tasting you. He’d moan against you, gripping your thighs and looking up at you, wanting to know if he’s doing good, your moans only driving him further. His pants would be soaked with precum, his neglected cock painfully hard from being ignored for hours, but he wouldn’t care. He just wants to make you cum on his mouth one more time. Of course, that’s what he’s been saying for the past three orgasms.

You’ve had five orgasms, and your sixth is quickly approaching, and when he sticks his tongue inside your sopping cunt and finds that spongy spot that has you seeing stars, you moan and pull his hair, making him grind just a little bit too hard into the mattress, the sharp pain on his hair making him stiffen and whimper as he spills into his pants. And despite his sticky, softening cock and your sore overstimulated cunt, he still goes in for more, wanting to pull just one more orgasm out of you.

we're fine. we're so fine.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ༉‧₊˚.

*:･ﾟ༉‧₊˚.

I DONT THINK IVE EVER LAUGJED THIS HARD THEY GOT THE OOMPA LOOMPA ARMY ON THE RESCUE

what if instead of tumblr.com it was called tumblr.freak and we all got freaky with eachother

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎𝐖.

m.list | next

Warnings: mentions of miscarriage, black market, mentions of depression. Tell me if there is more

Dinas hands are stained with the powder white of flour, the pale dust clinging to her skin as she kneeded the dough. Her fingers worked in a rhythm only she knows while humming a tune like a songbird. Pressing, folding, and rolling as the yeast rose beneath her warm hands working skillfully. The bread brought a sweet scent into the house giving it the aroma of a bakery—it would've gave her mother a large smile as she joyfully watched with her eyes sparkling. But today, Dinas mother was in her room weeping, the house so silent the only thing she could hear was the crackling of the fire.

As Dina continued to knead her mind kept wandering to the black market, knowing she would have to trade a loaf for atleast a pound of cheese cloth to finish her reaping dress. Food went for higher value in district twelve than any fabric that had been used before the dark days happened. But she couldn't complain—she couldn't afford to. Not with everything crumbling before her eyes.

Meanwhile, across the street at the millers carpenters shop, Ellie was working, the rhythmic sound of a hammer striking wood echoing in the air. Dina often caught glimpses of her during her bread making through the window—the way her strong, muscular arms moved with precision, the way her leather apron fit her like a second skin. Ellie was more muscular than other working women in the district, Dina only having slight muscles because of kneading bread dough from 6 am to 8 pm—but that didn't phase her much because of how scarce food is and having someone to fix something for you was.

Ellie worked hard, some people say she worked harder than others. Her chisels, and hammers always in motion, creating whatever was necessary to trade for food. She was the one who kept a watchful eye out, the one who made sure Dina didn't take too much risk with her dealings in the market. But as much as she cared for Dina, Ellie never sugarcoated the truth about the reapings, trading, or the hunger games.

When the pairs lunch break came, Dina walked over to the millers shop, wiping flour off her shoulder as she knocked on the door frame. Ellie barely looked up as she grabbed a few pieces of wood to sand, the noise of the shop humbling their conversation to a hushed murmur.

"Got bread for the trade today" Dina said leaning against the doorframe holding up her sack holding the loaf.

"Good." Ellie muttered, her eyes narrowing on the wood as she carefully smoothed the surface. " you know that black market guy isn't gonna give you anything decent for it, right?"

Dina placed the bread parcel down and shrugged, trying to hide the way the thought weighed heavy against her chest. "We need the cloth and my mother's not... Well." she trailed off, glancing back towards home. "She's not getting any better."

Ellie nodded, finally stopping the sanding to look at Dina. Her gaze softened, just a fraction. “I know. I know.” She exhaled, then turned her head slightly toward the front door, eyes distant. “I still can’t believe the Reaping’s so close. They say the Capitol’s watching even more closely this year. You think one of us is gonna get called?”

Dina hesitated, the words on the tip of her tongue, but not enough courage to speak them aloud. " I don't want to think about it" her voice got low, making Ellie almost nearly miss it.

Ellie let out a quite snort. "Well, you'd better start thinking about it, because when your name gets drawn, you can't exactly just walk away from it. Someone's got to step up, Dina."

Dina didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to. The unspoken truth between them was heavy enough. Both of them had been close to the edge for years, but the Reaping always felt like a final straw they could never seem to escape.

Later that afternoon, Dina made her way to the black market, clutching the still—warm bread wrapped in the parcel she just had shown Ellie earlier today. The stall she approached was tucked between two crumbling buildings, hidden away from prying eyes. A rough man with a scar on his neck and hands like calloused leather leaned against a table stacked with old goods from smugglers from the Capitol.

"You got the bread.?" he grunted, eying her warily

Dina nodded, holding it out carefully " I need cheesecloth."

The man grinned, showing a row of crooked teeth. “You know the price. For fresh bread, I’ll give you half a roll of cloth."

Dina bit back her frustration. She’d hoped for a little more. “Half a roll? It’s not enough to finish both dresses. I need enough to make a full dress for myself"

His eyes glinted with amusement. “You’re a girl who knows what she wants, huh? That’ll cost you double. I’m giving you a good deal, girl. Take it or leave it.”

Dina’s stomach turned. She had no other choice. She nodded, handing over the bread.

When she returned home, she found her mother sitting at the table, eyes vacant as she stared at the half-empty plate of food in front of her. The sight broke Dina’s heart every time, but she had no time to linger on it. There were dishes to wash, firewood to gather, and a hundred other things waiting to be done. She could hear the faint sound of her mother’s sobs from the next room as she fed her, spooning soup into her mother’s mouth as she barely managed to swallow it.

When Dina finished, she hurried to get ready for the Reaping. The tension in the air was unbearable, thick and choking like smoke. Even though the draw was still hours away, it felt as though everyone in the district could sense what was coming. The Reaping was always a grim affair, but this year, it felt heavier.

Dina sewed the last buttons to her dress, standing back to take a good look she sighed—not because it looked bad, but only because it was a inch shorter than how she wanted it. But she couldn't care, because at 1pm she'd have to be dressed and ready for the reaping.

The day of the Reaping arrived, and the air was thick with dread.

Dina stood beside Ellie in the town square, surrounded by hundreds of others who were trying to pretend they didn’t feel the cold, suffocating weight of the Capitol’s presence looming over them. The announcer’s voice crackled through the speakers, calling for silence, and everything stopped.

The names were drawn.

" DINA WOODWARD"

Dina looked around, her heart beating in her cheat and a stone in her throat. She couldn't believe it but she had to, she needed to go.

Walking towards the stage to the pale makeup Capitol lady she stood looking at the other tributes, they paid her respects to her by placing three finger to their lips and up towards the sky.

" now for the one boy tribute"

" ELIJAH MADISON"

she knew Elijah, he was just a meekly 12 year old boy. She couldn't believe it, a choked up sob almost came from her throat but she had to suppress it.

" I volunteer."

She heard from the crowd, district twelves searching around trying to figure out who the words came from.

Until Ellie walked up towards the stage standing beside Dina staring towards the crowd. That was against the rules but Dina didn't want to say anything until one of the Capitol announcers denounced this volunteerism.

The final goodbyes were harder than Dina had imagined.

Ellie was already in her room, while Dina was isolated in hers looking out the window. Her door opened as she saw her mother crying in tears speaking in the language only both of them could only understand.

Her mother’s lips trembled. “Dina…” Her voice cracked. She took one step forward, then two, and then she was in front of her daughter, kneeling awkwardly, as if her bones no longer trusted her weight. “My girl.”

Dina felt something snap inside her chest. “Don’t cry,” she whispered, even though her own eyes were welling up. “Please don’t cry.”

“I’m sorry,” her mother breathed, reaching up to cradle Dina’s face with both hands. “I’m so, so sorry.”

Dina shook her head, eyes burning. “Mom—”

“No, let me say it.” Her mother’s voice broke. “You’ve been taking care of me since… since I lost the baby. And I—I didn’t mean to leave you alone like that. I just…” She let out a slow, aching sob. “I was drowning. And I didn’t even see how much you were carrying.”

Her mother nodded slowly, her thumb brushing a tear from Dina’s cheek. “You didn’t deserve that. You’re seventeen. You’re still a child. And I let grief steal you from me. I should have been there for you.”

“You’re here now.” Dina’s voice cracked as she gripped her mother’s wrists gently. “You didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I know that.”

Her mother leaned forward, resting her forehead against Dina’s. “I just got you back, and now—

“I’ll come home,” Dina said, though she didn’t know if it was true. She needed her mother to believe it. Maybe she needed to believe it too. “I’ll come home. I’ll fight.”

Her mother wept into her shoulder, her hands still gripping Dina like she was afraid to let go. “Promise me you won’t lose who you are in there.”

Promise me you’ll eat. Promise me you’ll try to get better. Even if I don’t come back. Please.”

Her mother swallowed hard, like the words were cutting her throat on the way out. “I promise.”

They sat like that for a long moment—two broken hearts holding each other in the silence between everything they’d said and everything they hadn’t. And when the Peacekeeper came to announce the time was up, Dina didn’t want to let go.

But she did.

Ellie paced the length of the goodbye room, jaw tight, fists stuffed into the pockets of her worn jacket. The Capitol had dressed her in nicer clothes, but she still wore her own—scuffed boots, threadbare hoodie, sleeves stained with sawdust and grease. She didn’t want to look like a tribute. Not yet.

The door opened, and Joel stepped inside.

He filled the room with his presence. Broad shoulders, sun-weathered face, and eyes that had seen too much. He didn’t say anything at first, just stood there, arms crossed like he always did when he was trying not to feel too much.

Ellie froze, then gave a shaky exhale. “Hey.”

Joel’s jaw twitched. “Hey, kiddo.”

She tried to crack a smile. “You pissed?”

“Should I be?”

“I mean… you always told me not to be stupid.” She tried to shrug it off, but her voice caught halfway through. “Volunteering for a twelve-year-old isn’t exactly smart, right?”

Joel walked toward her and stopped just a foot away. He looked at her like he was trying to memorize every inch of her face. “It was the right kind of stupid.”

Ellie’s eyes dropped. Her throat tightened. “He was just a kid, Joel.”

“So are you,” he said quietly. “Doesn’t mean I ain’t proud of you.”

That made her look up. “Yeah?”

Joel nodded. “You did what I would’ve done. What your mom would’ve done.”

A long silence stretched between them, thick and quiet and full of everything they didn’t know how to say.

Joel sighed, then placed a calloused hand on the back of Ellie’s neck, pulling her into a hug. “You listen to me, alright?” His voice dropped low, steady and warm like an anchor. “You get in there, and you don’t lose your head. You don’t start fights unless you know how to finish ’em. You don’t trust anyone unless they’ve bled for you.”

Ellie swallowed hard, pressing her face against his shoulder. “What if I can’t—?”

“You can.” Joel’s voice cut through the air like steel. “You’re the toughest kid I’ve ever met. You’re sharp. You’re scrappy. And you’ve got more heart than half the bastards who walk this earth.”

Ellie sniffed. “Kinda sounds like you’re saying goodbye.”

“I’m not.” Joel pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes. “I’m saying—no matter what happens—you ain’t alone. You carry me in there, you understand? You fight like I’m right behind you, watching your back. ‘Cause I am.”

Ellie’s lips trembled. She nodded once, then twice.

Joel pulled something from his coat pocket—a simple, worn carving knife. “Keep this with you. Not for show. For survival. You’ll know when to use it.”

She took it silently, fingers curling around the hilt like it had always belonged there.

A knock at the door made them both flinch.

Joel stepped back slowly. “Make me proud, Ellie.”

“You already are,” she whispered.

And then the door opened again, and the goodbye was over.

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oh yeah also rest in piss nixon

in recognition of the ongoing environmental challenges, i would like to talk about the keeling curve. which serves as a reminder of how human activity has shaped the planet's atmosphere. this graph tracks the rise in atmospheric carbon dioxide (co₂) concentrations from 1958 to today, based on measurements taken at the mauna loa observatory in hawaii. charles david keeling began collecting this data in 1958, and it remains the longest continuous record of atmospheric co₂. keeling's measurements revealed a clear upward trend in co₂, increasing from about 313 parts per million (ppm) in 1958 to over 400 ppm by 2013. this rise is largely due to human activities, mainly the burning of fossil fuels and deforestation. the curve also shows seasonal fluctuations, with co₂ levels higher in winter due to reduced photosynthesis and lower in summer as plants absorb more co₂. the keeling curve has played a crucial role in demonstrating the link between human activity and climate change, providing solid evidence of the effect of fossil fuel emissions on the earth's atmosphere. it remains a key symbol in the scientific effort to understand and address global warming, reminding us that the actions we take today will directly shape the climate of tomorrow. without recognition of this data, the global response to climate change would likely have been much slower.

also, one of the most significant factors driving the acceleration of climate change is the albedo effect. which refers to how much sunlight is reflected by a surface, with darker surfaces absorbing more sunlight and lighter surfaces reflecting it. this effect plays a crucial role in the earth's climate system, particularly in how energy is absorbed or reflected by the planet's surface. when it comes to ice and snow, they have a high albedo, meaning they reflect a significant portion of the sunlight that hits them, helping to keep the planet cool. however, as global temperatures rise due to climate change, ice sheets and glaciers are melting at an accelerated rate, especially in polar regions. this melting exposes darker surfaces, like ocean water or bare ground, which have a much lower albedo compared to ice. these surfaces absorb more heat from the sun, which in turn accelerates warming in a feedback loop. as more ice melts, more dark surfaces are exposed, leading to further warming, which causes more ice to melt, and so on. this is a prime example of a positive feedback loop in climate change. for instance, the arctic is warming roughly twice as fast as the global average, a phenomenon known as arctic amplification, largely driven by this albedo effect. as sea ice melts, it exposes the darker ocean underneath, which absorbs more heat, warming the region even faster. this has major consequences for global sea levels, as the melting ice contributes to rising ocean levels. additionally, as ice sheets shrink, they reduce the earth's ability to reflect sunlight, further amplifying the effects of global warming. the albedo effect is not limited to the polar regions. as forests, urban areas, and even deserts expand due to human activity, they can also alter the earth’s albedo. for example, deforestation, which replaces lighter snow-covered landscapes or forests with darker surfaces like soil or crops, can exacerbate regional warming. this feedback loop is one of the many reasons why the loss of ice in the arctic and antarctica is such a crucial concern. the albedo effect not only accelerates warming in those regions but also has ripple effects on global weather patterns, ocean currents, and even weather extremes in places far from the poles. i think understanding the albedo effect is essential for predicting future climate change scenarios and for developing strategies to mitigate its impacts.

let this years earth day be a reminder that the health of our planet depends on the choices we make daily. real change comes from consistent effort, not just awareness. let’s act like we have a future to protect.

fix leaks, take shorter showers, choose products made from eco-friendly materials and ethically sourced. make it a habit to flick off the light switch when you leave a room. grow a plant: even a small houseplant helps clean the air! carry a refillable water bottle (and only own ONE reusable bottle). swap bottled products (i've been using bar soap for a few years now!). buy almost everything second-hand (besides underwear, socks, mattress, helmets, and cosmetics). upcycle your old clothes: instead of donating, repurpose them into something new, like a tote bag or pillow covers. stop using paper towels and opt for reusable cloth napkins in the kitchen. choose products with no plastic packaging, make your own cleaners. walk and ride a bike instead of public transportation and cars!!! support local farmers: buy seasonal produce from farmer’s market to reduce your carbon footprint and support sustainable agriculture. and i know you've heard these suggestions millions of times but they can help you make a difference. small changes add up, and every little bit counts .ᐟ

i would also like to add with the passing of pope francis, (rest in peace), that he has been a vocal advocate for addressing climate change, making it a central theme of his papacy. his landmark 2015 encyclical laudato si' was a groundbreaking moment in the intersection of faith and environmental advocacy. in it, pope francis called for urgent action to combat the climate crisis, highlighting the moral and ethical implications of environmental degradation. he framed climate change not only as a scientific issue but also as a deeply spiritual and social issue, emphasizing its impact on the most vulnerable populations. in laudato si', pope francis criticized the excessive consumerism and exploitation of natural resources, linking these practices to poverty and inequality. he argued that the destruction of the environment is a consequence of a "throwaway culture" that disregards the dignity of human life. the encyclical urged individuals, communities, and governments to take responsibility for protecting the planet and to recognize the interconnection between all living beings. in 2023, pope francis expanded on these themes in his apostolic exhortation laudate deum, further emphasizing the need for global action on climate change. he referenced laudato si' as a starting point and called for greater collaboration to address the environmental crisis, especially in the context of rising global temperatures and the ongoing loss of biodiversity. laudate deum reaffirmed his belief that the climate crisis is not just an environmental issue, but a moral and spiritual one, requiring a concerted global effort to ensure justice for the poor and the protection of future generations.