Pinned
[at a topless beach]
“How will I ever take selfies for tumblr with my female presenting nipples on full display?” I ask right before stumbling upon a nice, firm pair of clown noses.

'Wizard' by Alan Clarke.
Tango. Uniform. Mike. Bravo. Lima. Romeo.
Kilo.
Uniform.
November
Golf.
Papa
Oscar
Whiskey
Papa
Echo
November
India
Sierra.
The skeleton of a young girl, about 14 years old, was found in a room [in Pompeii] holding an eleven-month-old baby in her arms. The infant was adorned with bronze ornaments, which shows it belonged to the higher classes. The girl cannot be the mother, since she was still in her prepubertal phase. Moreover she clearly did not belong to the upper class. An analysis of her teeth reveals that she had been severely ill or undernourished in the first year of her life. Various molars displayed abscesses and shortly before her death a few teeth had been extracted. Her shoulder muscles bore traces of unremitting physical effort caused by lifting heavy weights. Most probably, Bisel concludes, she was a slave girl who was given the care of the baby by her master, unfit for other tasks, as she was worn down by hard labor.
another one for the ‘incredibly haunting archeological find descriptions’ files ["child slaves at work in roman antiquity," christian laes]
the lesbian computer from portal was right. given the circumstances ive been shockingly nice
insane like/reblog parity on this post btw
who ruined it
dw i fixed it
it genuinely shocks me to my core, to my bones, to my gizzards, etc that neither tom hiddleston nor emma watson have partaken in an on-screen jane austen adaptation DESPITE them both being designed in a lab for this purpose. like....hear me out: them as Catherine and Henry in a Northanger Abbey movie directed by Emma Holly Jones (she directed Mr Malcolm's List)...Either Northanger or Mansfield Park. like, c'monnnnnnnn it'd be the ideal!!!!!!!! anyway, there's probably a timeline where this is happening but fucking. i am trapped in the timeline where i'm unemployed, more depressed than i've ever been and instead of me getting to soothe my woes with the balm of tom hiddleston and emma watson dazzling me in a mid-budget Austen adaptation produced by studio canal, i get emerald fennell's wuthering heights starring some cunts from queensland taking the piss
An Oven is a kind of European above-ground umu typically constructed from metal and ceramic. Originating in the 18th century, ovens are primarily used for preparing several kinds of Western-style hāngī, such as Sunday roasts, casseroles, and pies, which are cooked in various types of specialised poti. Ovens are usually constructed off-site in dedicated facilities before being installed in the whareumu, or kitchen, of a European whare. They are typically not able to be moved once installed, quite unlike umu which may be constructed anywhere and are readily deconstructed and moved as needed. Another limitation of ovens is that due to their small internal volume relative to their overall size, they are generally restricted in the amount of kai they can produce. An oven will produce only enough kai to feed a few people, whereas a hāngī cooked in an umu can feed an entire village.
Conductor Nightingale VS Ribbon Girl
Medieval church door in Gloucestershire believed to be the inspiration for J.R.R. Tolkien’s entrance to Moria
Autistic Girls, I am taking your face in my hands and gently demanding to know who taught you shame.
this is how all financial advice sounds now
like. i'll leave this alone. but HOW are historical romance books not sexualizing the fall of breeches. literally a blowjob flap. not to mention the collars that open to the diaphragm. the décolletage with a wide neckline one swift tug from being revealed. the calves on display. the intimacy of finally seeing the real hair beneath the wig. cmon it's basic storytelling
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Tears are running down my face from the pain of severe anemia. If you see this and choose not to share it, I will never forgive that silence.
I am completely exhausted. I haven’t slept because of pain and severe anemia. My body is failing day by day, and I am barely holding on.
Legendary
Imagine being so shitty that you’re able to piss off an algorithm’s lecroix impression of a woman.
Unfortunately, my baby Qais will die—not only because treatment is delayed or unavailable, but because many see this post, refuse to share it, scroll past his pain, and let silence become another wound.
I am his mother, begging for mercy. One share can carry his story to help, one donation can keep him alive. Please don’t let neglect and indifference be the reason my child disappears.
I am begging you as a mother with nothing left—please help Qais live. Your donation is not money to us; it is breath, warmth, and one more tomorrow for my injured baby.
Every minute passes without help, Qais grows weaker in my arms. Silence is killing him slowly. Please don’t let ignoring this post decide his fate—share it, donate, and give my child a chance to live
