Everyone make yourself into a brightly colored candy person →
((i have no idea what i’m doing with my life so femkat with filled in irises????))
i tried to make it look like me but i couldnt because all of my clothes are either red or brown and i dont wear skirts oh no i like the music though
how i wish to own an outfit like this * A*
how did i fuck up making a shirt i actually own?

An innovative initiative is taking place in the Philippines to bring sustainable lighting to homes in impoverished communities. Empty plastic bottles are installed in the roof, filled with water and bleach they refract sunlight. These “solar light bulbs” provide light equivalent to a 55watt light bulb.
See how they’re made here. From Visual News
Damn that’s awesome.
that is awesome.
Quinquilharias: STOP TAGGING HETALIA AS JUST THE COUNTRY NAME →
STOP
STOP
- STOP
please put “APH” in front of the tag or something, to distinguish them from the country itself because it’s really, really annoying to sift through constant amounts of hetalia fanart and such when I really just want to look at pictures and news related to the…
This is my friend Pierce Crowley. He went missing on friday May 25th near the white plains train station in new york. On twitter we are trying to make him a trending topic. I would really appreciate it if you could take 2 seconds out of your time to reblog this. We will find you Pierce if its the last thing we do <3. #FindPierce
… Her long hair, still wet from the shower, had been combed down her back in a wet swath. Hilda was sitting on the floor, her round, wet boobs still wet from the shower’s water. She dried off the water with a towel, which then became wet.
Hilda gasped when she saw a reflection in her bedroom mirror: through the slightly open door, she caught a glimpse of the chiseled abs and square jaw of the mysterious stranger who shared her cabin. She stood and spun around, her breasts swinging heavily with the momentum. She grabbed the door and flung it open, revealing shirtless Torolf (which was seriously his name) quivering with desire in the hallway.
Torolf was ashamed at being caught, but his shame made him even hotter – hotter for sex. He stepped into the room, and his bulging abs accidentally smushed into Hilda’s rich chest.
As Hilda’s buttermilk bosoms squished up against his granite abs, Torolf almost had a dick aneurysm.
“Hilda,” Torolf murmured thickly, his throbbing meat wand pressing against Hilda’s warm thighs. “There is a secret I need to not tell you: You are my forbidden desire.”
Hilda had been waiting to hear these words. Her heart was lifted on golden wings and soared toward a radiant sun of perfect joy. She saw herself and Torolf happy together, bathed in the golden light of love. Her snooch got all warm, too.
“Torolf,” Hilda moaned, her lush teats straining with desire. “I need you.”
Torolf, coarse abs pulsing softly in the moonlight, stood silently.
Hilda looked at him expectantly.
“Oh, sorry,” she added. “Torolf, I need you – sexually.”
At hearing those beautiful words, Torolf flexed his rough-hewn abs and Hilda found herself being guided to her soft bed by the sheer force of Torolf’s undulating midsection. She parted her thighs in anticipation, exposing the soft pink petals of her clunge.
Torolf entered her like she was a lottery. His engorged pecker pushed inside her and she felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment.
Hilda clutched at the bedsheets with lust and ecstasy and her hands. Her spongy love mountains hurled to and fro with each pounding. Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it.
Then Torolf moaned, arched his back, and suffered from dick Parkinson’s. He pumped in all of his hot pearlescent sperms as Hilda spasmed with so many orgasms!
The two lay still for a moment as the stinky scent of lovemaking billowed around the room.
Hilda got out of bed, still shimmering with orgasm. She glowed with contentment, like a cat who ate the cream of the crop.
She walked across the room and picked up her towel, still wet with shower water. “Torolf,” she said softly, “there’s something I have to tell you…”
But her bed was empty.
Torolf was gone, escaped out the bedroom window. In the distance, Hilda heard the fading sound of galloping abs.I give up writing forever
I will never amount to anything nearly this quality
mr blue sky: Headcanon: The Avengers' Coffee Preferences: →
By near-unanimous agreement, if post-mission coffee occurs, it’s at Starbucks. The reason for this is simple: if they all went where they really wanted to go, they’d be scattered all over the city, and Steve is adamant that they bond. Bruce likes small, intimate places…
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