Fuzzybunnylover - Art_lover653

Love

I always default to the body as a metaphor for love

For the love I have always know has purely been body

I found it was a perfect description of love

And that is not entirely wrong

But its true in ways I have only recently discovered

The body is a beautiful place

All the parts working to stay alive

The marks of others burn like brands, the showings of my submittance

Yours are a reflection that my body is strong, marks I look at and smile from the memory

I wake up from nightmares that were the sounds of their footsteps

You lure me asleep through your heartbeat

I try and connect what I though was love and what love actually is

I cant

They are such separate entities

You are the dark humor, beautiful souled, complex, warm, wonderful person I’ve fallen for

Each future plan I can imagine has you in it

Even each step in my walk

You are in it

In my mind

What a place to be in

I love you more than words even have the capability of expressing

Each sunrise is a reminder that we are here

Human

Alive

Breathing

You have taught be to be grateful for that

So love

Lets make it to sunrise together, in fact

Let’s make it for so so many more

Today is Saturday, December 28, at 12:00 AM.

At this time, as winter sets in, the weather here is extremely cold, and the fierce winds have torn apart thousands of tents. We lack even the most basic means of warmth — no winter clothing, no blankets to shield us from the bitter cold. The adults shiver from the freezing temperatures; imagine what the children endure.

While families gather during these moments around dining tables filled with delicious food, sharing conversations and laughter, we are suffering here. And while others sit by heaters telling stories to their children, we are simply struggling to survive, desperately trying to keep our children and ourselves warm.

Do not forget Gaza, do not forget us.

Every donation, no matter how small, can save a family from perishing due to hunger and cold. Please, help us survive.

We are approaching our short-term goal of 70,000 before the end of this year, so I ask everyone who will participate to donate I really need your full help this time so donate as much as you can.

Donate here.

best brownies in the known universe (at least, according to my grandma)

some year and a half ago when i was getting ready to move out i combed through all the family recipes that lay lost to time and one of the ones that i found was my grandmas brownie recipe. idk where she got it from (nor can i ask cause she has dementia) and its a printed out email she sent to my mom in june 2000. but by george these the best brownies i have ever tasted. would she be pleased that i am sharing this recipe with my vast following? absolutely.

YOU WILL NEED:

5 tablespoons butter (unsalted) 1 ounce unsweetened baking chocolate (or as much as your heart desires) 2/3 cup unsweetened good cocoa powder 1 cup sugar (white) (superfine preferred, normal works fine) 1 cup sifted white flour (can use gluten free) 1/2 teaspoon baking powder as much cinnamon as your heart desires (your heart needs to desire at least some cinnamon. its essential to the recipe) 3 egg whites 1 egg splash of vanilla extract (again, non negotiable step!)

preheat your oven to 325 degrees. grease a square baking pan (9x9 preferably).

in a small saucepan over medium heat melt the butter and baking chocolate. while that is melting, sift together the flour, baking powder and cinnamon into a small bowl. once the butter and chocolate is done melting add the cocoa powder and cook it together for 1 minute. add in the sugar and stir. it will get very thick. this is correct.

set that aside to cool. while thats cooling take a large bowl and put in your egg whites, egg and vanilla. beat it up with preferably a whisk but you can use a fork if youre fresh out of whisks. once the chocolate is cool enough to not scramble your eggs dump it in the eggs and mix it together. add the flour in gradually and keep mixing until its smooth and happy.

spread into your greased baking pan. put it in the oven for EXACLTLY 18 MINUTES. very crucial step. they will come out slightly under done. that is what we want. as they cool they will continue to cook in the pan. we dont want them to get hard and sad. they are not good when they are hard and sad. do not overbake them. you will be sad.

slice them up and as the official last step on the original recipe says: EAT ENJOY AND MAKE MORE! (theyre very good with mint chocolate chip ice cream)

My favorite genre of scene with the Straw hats is when they're all frightened they're going to get killed by a big big scary monster and Luffy looks at the creature like he's gonna befriend a tiny cute beetle

The loaf is ready

Congrats to Bonney for joining the baby sisters gang and to Luffy for continuing his tradition of adopting one child per island

Art by Erin Hanson

A full nest! American Robins in Brooklyn Bridge Park.

remember the scene where Percy almost let’s himself die during the whole polyblotes fight under water cause he feels guilty about akhyls and opens up to Jason and Jason’s just like yeah i get it :( So what if Percy genuinely thought this was an issue and that Jason needed help? So he hunts down Piper first and is like

Percy: You need to look out for you bf

Piper: Wait why what happened?

Percy (trying to respect Jason’s privacy): He said some pretty concerning things

Then it slowly becomes a whole thing until they all decide to stage an intervention so when Jason wakes up late and sees all their solemn looks (and the fact that he’s not the earliest to be awake for once) he’s just like

Jason: Who died

No one speaks and Jason gets more frantic until-

Percy: We’re here to help you

Jason:???

Piper: We all love you and want you to be here

Jason: wtf is going on

And then everyone turns to Percy in confusion who’s trying to avoid talking about his whole breakdown in the first place so he’s like um.. well…

That’s how Percy finds out Jason is a drama queen who exaggerates

yes my favorite type of fanfiction consists of characters getting tenderly cared for and comforted after a lifetime of being forced to suffer alone in silence, no this doesn't say anything about me