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#anyways enough waxing about this
ddenji · 2 months
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okay i think this is about to be an unpopular opinion but…. these two are like 2 sides of the same coin to me. beyond the shared public safety allegiance, they both violate denji's autonomy (yoshida stripping him to his underwear, tying him up, and threating his family in chapter 132 vs fumiko assaulting him in the movie theater in chapter 136) and work against his own best interest for the sake of the government. however, while they both take action in trying to force denji to do what they want, fumiko takes a more directly active role in the space of the fanatic who can't see/ doesnt care about the human behind her idol, whereas yoshida takes the more passive role of the government drone who wont act to protect the human if it means going against orders. in previous chapters, fumiko actively runs away from denji, leaving him to fight for himself, while yoshida passively tells denji that he isnt allowed to protect himself, putting him in harms way in his own right (and there is still the underlying threat of violence there if he tries to protect himself). even in the panels from this chapter, we see fumiko being active about her disregard for denji's well being by asking for little pieces of him, where yoshida is more passive in his disregard of the plan to dismember denji with a simple "yeah" answer. i know that they also have their differences, but i just think that they share intentional similarities (that other characters, particularly in the chainsaw man church, also share!!) that overall lead to denji getting hurt.
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calentvre · 2 years
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local sainthood (& martyrdom)
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sexynetra · 6 months
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SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY
Hi my lovelies <333 I am so sleepy but I have made so much progress on the upcoming chapter of rawnsyf <3 the end is in sight!! Allow me to introduce you all to a brand new character, you can call her Miss Cox if you’re nasty 😉
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Marcia opened her mouth, trying to think of a polite way to ask Jackie to give them some privacy, but Sugar didn’t give her the chance. “Jackie, it was great to talk with you, but I’ve got to run off for a bit, give my sister a call and make sure she’s doing okay. I’ll be back in a bit. Promise you’ll get me the information for that slam poetry reading you’re doing so I can be there?”
“Of course, I’d love to have you there. It’ll be a blast.” Sugar smiled at her before turning to Marcia momentarily, giving her a curt nod before brushing past her.
Marcia was still trying to process what had just happened when Jackie interrupted her runaway train of thought. “So, that was… something. Do you want to talk about it?”
Marcia blinked a few times, glancing across at the older girl. “Uh. No. Thank you. Slam poetry, huh? Isn’t that… you know… kind of dorky?”
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faillen · 1 month
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realized moments ago that i'm almost out of my fragrance of choice (the pran fragrance!) and truly like. idk, adulthood is a series of letting yourself use up the things that make you feel good, huh?
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dullahandyke · 10 months
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i need 2 get to know queer ppl irl or im gonna start biting ppl. i miss youth theatre
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werepires · 6 months
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the stands stockings jumper low key irks me so much I'm considering taking the concept and making a version myself that doesn't include the racist porn
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They say art is forbidden within City walls, and by all accounts it might as well be.
While large murals adorn the facades of the Lobby's busiest streets, reflecting the world around them in solid blocks of color like a static mirror, they do not speak the tongue of frantic prayers to a slumbering god or mad bursts of color plastered against decrepit walls— they are completely silent. They watch but never speak, never reach out to comfort or inspire. One could go as far as to say they are dead in their own right, but that would assume that anything is alive in Battery City beyond its inhabitants.
Better Living Industries does not fear color, nor music, nor pictures on a screen or words written on paper. What they fear is creativity— a language known by few, but understood by many, a code that cannot be decrypted using any machine for it does not have a key or stationary meaning.
To kill the artist you must kill the meaning, and not the other way around.
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vcrnons · 5 months
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the vernon mistreatment intervention letter i saw on twt this morning certainly is…………….. something
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lrdvyke · 3 months
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❛ i always resented these hands. their pale complexion, a far cry from any warrior's. ❜ [ from D, possibly in a moment of intimacy 🫡 ]
Laying on his side, lips pressing idly to Darian's shoulder, he stares at nothing, only listening as the other speaks. It is a low rumble of a voice, comforting like a song that almost lulls him to sleep. Yet what such a voice says makes for Vyke to shift some, to turn his head so that his one good eye is able to see. To look over and down at the hands being spoken to in such a way, demeaning almost, and he quickly finds fault in the words. For Vyke, those hands hold a spot within his mind, cherished and loved as much as the man himself.
❛ Hands do not make a warrior, ❜ Vyke says quietly into Darian's shoulder. He reaches out then, sliding his hand over, to take hold of Darian's own closest to him. Fingers thread over the top, the hold stops the near-constant shake, before he lifts Darian's hand and press a reverent kiss to the calloused palm.
How could he not? They were the first to reach out towards him, palm up and ready to pull him up from the snow. They let down the sword, loosened their tension, and forgave before the mouth did. Vyke sees them still, as a tether to this world, to keep him steady and rooted, to not think of anything else but that. They are a support. A strength. For what they can do and what they cannot do—no matter if it is deemed as a momentary lapse of weakness or not. There is merit yet. Not hidden, not without, but seen as they are no matter the day.
❛ You've shown yourself a better warrior than most, Darian. ❜ He tucks the hand he holds still against himself. ❛ Even with mistakes made. Especially with such mistakes. ❜
@luredeep !
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ihatebnha · 2 years
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LOL you tell Bakugo it's cold and he'll offer to hold it for you x///x
skljdfaklsdjflk got his hand in your pants in a whole ass barnes and noble. okay queen! we out here!!!
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no but you know what would be funny? if he couldn't hear what you said so he didn't know u were talking about your pwuss. you're at the mall after your wax and it's just...
"bakugo, my akjdfads is cold" (<- how he heard it)
"i'll hold it then damn," he reaches out a hand without even looking at you.
"...?"
"?..." he shakes his hand, but finally turns when you don't give him or say anything.
"you'll hold my pwussy?"
"your what?"
like LMFAOSAKDJFJSKDLKFKASDJFJKLJLA
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comfycozycrossfox · 9 months
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everyone in my immediate family smokes weed and my parents have for YEARSSS and years and years . which is cool bc they have hella knowledge from like Experience and also older smoking culture . but also i go to modern dispensaries so i know about weed technology they aren’t even AWARE OFFFF bc they figured out what they liked years ago and didn’t really keep up. which means i get to do shit like teaching my mom what a dab pen is
#also hash? but i think hash has been around for a MINUTE#i think that’s just one she never got into#anyway my dad grows and has for years so they don’t go out and buy shit ever#which they WENT TO COUNTY JAIL FORRRRR#before i was born#which is so funny to me they didn’t tell me that until i was 17/18 lol#before my mother was pregnant also i wasn’t there at all. this must’ve been 2001-2003 bc i can’t imagine this happened with my brother aliv#alive^#anyway my mom didn’t believe me when i said it wasn’t nicotine#she saw me with it and was like ‘is that a vape?? is that nicotine?? don’t fucking do that’#(from the mindset of someone that’s smoked for my entire life and i believe longer. she doesn’t want to see my ass with nic addiction)#and i had to be like ‘no ma it’s dab wax. it’s just like weed it’s thc’#had to walk her through how it worked#came up again recently bc she was like ‘oh i bet you have a ton of bud from dispensaries now huh’#and i went ‘nah actually i don’t buy a lot of bud i only really use dispensaries for edibles and pens’#which is in fact true i get bud for free so i only really buy it when i want a specific effect#i’ve been tryna figure out what specific strain i’d need to make me hella euphoric and boost appetite rn#idk enough about terpenes it’s a struggle#anyway.#redd’s drug corner#LMAO#also fun fact i’ve told my mom explicitly that i got my weed card for PTSD and she’s never questioned it#i’ve mentioned having PTSD more than once and at no point has she gone ‘for fucking what?????’#like idk if she thinks i’m bullshitting or if she has an idea in mind of what SHE thinks it’s from#more than anything i have a feeling she straight doesn’t wanna know bc she thinks it’d hurt her feelings#which like. yeah it would a little probably
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Daily Log
Trying out (probably just temporarily) making short daily-ish notes about things, in an attempt to see if it helps me be more reflective or productive lol.
Activities: Badly carved an eye into an avocado pit with a nail cuticle tool thing. trying to think of better designs to carve into avocado pits. I don't really have the right tools, maybe should order some carving tools. I hate buying things online eeeeee..
Worked on translating a poem into Avirrekava (my constructed language for one of my fantasy species) so I can paint it onto a tapestry sort of thing I'm making, kind of in the style of medieval illuminated manuscripts? I do not have paintbrushes small enough.
Spent a lot of time thinking more about the story with an investigator tracking a doctor who's doing strange experiments and they eventually become friends(ish) after trying to kill each other a few times, lol (set in my fantasy world though, so magic is involved, etc. It's just interesting to think about testing the limitations of magic and what type of experimentation people would do, especially if you own a hospital or morgue or other scenario where you have access to bodies, or good cover for hiding them, etc. Plus worldbuilding religions in the world, what their ideas of morality would be, what an "investigator" or police force would even look like in that setting, etc. Two jhevona main characters in a city full of elves and the in-world politics of that, class war and royals, pretentious scholar communities and how they'd operate, actual magic combat between two advanced magic users and what that would look like (mixing illusions or higher level spells with minor brute force tactics, evasion, enchantments, shapeshifting, etc.) etc. etc. ).
Organized some of my plants, but still need to replant some fully. Succulents grow SO fast, I think I'll run out of room. Also one has burnt to a crisp during the heat wave last week.. my son.. ToT.
Edited a few costume photos then gave up because my camera is evil and I always have that thing where it looks really cool in the mirror but then the final photos suck, which demotivates me to even do anything with them/feels like a waste.
Still chronic health issue sick stinky as usual, plus it's still warm inside from the heat a few days ago so being hot makes joint pain worse... evil.. no energy. fell asleep on the floor for like 30 minutes.
Tried a new oreo flavor and ranked it on my comprehensive oreo ranking list. Mediocre as usual, but I'm too far in to give up now gghj.. I have to just try them all. A fool's labor.
Notable sights: found one 6 leaf clover, two 5 leaf clovers, and eleven 4 leaf clovers. Saw a rabbit, 3 cats in windows, and 4 ducks. Also at some point I was squishing gum in my hand and pulling it apart and when stretched out it would make these really cool spindly spider web patterns. The sky later in the day was hazy pink, purple, and blue pastel sunset.
Goals moving forward: Wake up on time even if I feel sick when I wake up!!! Focus on more immediate projects, don't get distracted. Actually make room for investing in social time and replying to people even with minimal energy reserves. Stay consistent with physical therapy exercises. Plant nasturtiums. Finish and upload videos, email doctors, edit pictures, post the poll adventure thing that has been sitting in a draft for weeks.
Notable foods: None today, but I have asparagus for later which is exciting... my new favorite vegetable whilst on the stinky Nutritionist Prescribed Special Limited Diet
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#I don't know the point of posting this publicly#maybe just makes it feel more like I'm doing somehting or easier to hold myself accountable making a public declarations#of my goals and progress or etc. lol#Weird blog content I think but then also this IS like.. my personal blog so#. technically I can do whatever. It's just an atypical format of personal post ghgj#ALSO the finding so many clovers thing is cool because just last week I also found one 6 leaf clover and a few 5 leaves and a#ton of 4 leaves. I hadn't found a 6 leaf clover in a few years until literally the past few weeks Iv'e found two of them#The most I've ever gotten is a 7 leaf. Maybe just one?? possibly two but I think just one of them.#so I guess the ultimate goal would be 8 leaf. if that's even plausible.#I don't know what to do with them all though. I put them usually in the book with the rest of my pressed flowers and then#move them into a container once they're dried out. I could make more flower arrangement type things (like gluing dried flowers#to a page in a pattern) out of them like I have a few times. Or use them with the wax seal stamps or something#but I have so many.. IF i OWNED AN ACTUal house or somehting it'd be cool to do like.. a Wall#a clover wall where I just post them up everytime I've collected some. and see if I can fill the whole wall over time#One day ... if I can ever be successful at the Game Of Resources And Capitalism enough to have a modest little#home in like.. Scotland or canada or something... I can finally paint walls and do interesting things#REALLY have always wanted to have a cloud mural on the cieling of a room or etc.#aNYWAY....#any other Clover Hunters out there.. tell me what you've found. the mythical 8 leaf?? or anything idk.#avocado pit carving tips. tell me what you thought about the Black Out Cake oreo flavor. etc. etc. hgjhghjb#daily log
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biblicalhorror · 2 years
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Okay the second episode of Rings of Power was much better than the first imo. Disa and Durin have my heart ❤️
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arthur-r · 2 years
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#i emailed them when i woke up pretty much and then i was distracted and busy but they got back to me!!#basically i emailed asking if i could conduct email interviews with any interested staff members#where i could learn about what they did for college what they do on a typical day and stuff like that!!#cause im still trying really hard to figure out what kind of degree i want to be a museum person#and like. if i get a masters in public history and library science would it actually apply to somewhere like mia?#and what kind of job within a museum would best fit my personal skills and limitations and just. stuff like that#and they emailed me back which is great#anyway hi world it’s been a minute i’ve been sequestering myself inside of my mind and disintegrating on the daily#because my dad is terrible at single parenting and my mom is missing in action (she’s on a planned trip don’t worry) but im not good at#taking care of myself my dad thinks cooking is womens work (unless it’s grilling which he has loads of books on and sometimes does) and i#don’t care enough about my own well being to make myself food half the time. so i just haven’t been eating haven’t been getting out of bed#but as of today i just had a shower i have laundry in the laundry machine things are looking up a little#and my sisters murder mystery party is later today i have to dress up as a victorian lady named starr dangerfield#im going to wear my own clothes mostly so there shouldn’t be too much dysphoria. but i will be putting my hair in tiny pigtails#which is something i did every day when i was a cisgender high school freshman. my current hair is like my old pigtails hair but just erase#the pigtail part from existence. like the reason i always had those pigtails was so that most of my hair would be what im actually#comfortable with which is what i have now. but even my short hair is still capable of the smallest little pigtails. and thats what i will do#idk i might be able to get by having my regular hair. that would be very much preferable#my sister is going to give me some crazy dramatic makeup though too. wish me luck :(#oh but the cool thing about starr dangerfield is that she’s the curator of the carnivals wax museum!! which. i don’t like wax figures but#as evidenced by the email exchange that’s going on right now i do love museums and curating so!! that’s good stuff#anyway i have to go see if my laundry is moveable. but just. yeah. mini life update#me. my post. mine.#delete later
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Raederle as Eowyn not wanting her fate, Raederle as Cassandra not being heard, Raederle as Ophelia red hair and water and Knowing Knowing Knowing but also Raederle as Hamlet with a skull as her prop, Raederle as Pandora with a box full of secrets, Raederle as a wraith just as much as the ones she calls from the ground or the one trapped in a tower, Raederle as a flame and Raederle as seafoam, Raederle with wind in her wings following a sound of a harp, Raederle as the bearer of the Star-Bearer and the Sam to his Frodo, Raederle as a narrative device and Raederle as a person, Raederle as Peven's ghost, Raederle as the Unicorn searching in seafoam; Raederle as all who have come before her and those who will come after, but most of all, Raederle as herself
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tojisun · 3 months
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!! female reader; dirty talking; breeding kink; slight overstim play; unrealistic sex x’>
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thinking about how simon’s the type to keep saying filth to you when he’s balls deep. how, in the throes of his pleasure, so pussy-drunk, simon begins to wax poetry about the way you make him feel.
he’s got you folded in a mating press, his lips ghosting wet kisses along your trembling legs. “god, baby,” simon murmurs, his voice a drunken slur. “i need t’wife you up, i swear.” he punctuates this with a thrust, before his fingers pinch your clit.
you choke at the feeling, your legs kicking from where they’re slung over simon’s shoulders. your head thrashes against the pillow, not knowing how else to tether yourself from the stinging pleasure, your mouth falling open uselessly as garbled moans spill out.
“oh this,” he says, distracted by your reaction. “cute little thing, isn’t it?” he looks at your pussy almost with a starry-eyed gaze.
jesus-
“shu-ut up, si!” your voice breaks, weakened from the moans, but simon’s already looking too far gone, his eyes blown wide and his face flushed because of his pleasure.
“y’just squeezed me tighter, baby.” simon rips his eyes from your cunt to look at you with a sort of giddy trance. “y’like it when i play with–” he circles his thumb on your clit, making you squeal. “this? yeah? oh, lovie, you’re gushing.”
he pulls out, torturously slow, teasing, then he’s slamming back in. your ears ring at the resounding wet slide, his pelvis meeting your own with a goddamn squelch, and you scream, clawing at his back at the sharp pleasure that razes through you.
“going t’stuff you w’my cum everyday, baby.” simon giggles. “going t’make you so full.”
he nuzzles his nose on the side of your tear-soaked cheek. “y’want that, yeah? want t’feel sore because of how much cum’s stored in you? want t’be fucked until it takes?”
what-
“si! si!” you cry, mushy mind trying to understand what he’s insinuating. “wha- wh-…?”
“oh but you’d be so gorgeous, baby,” simon groans, his hand leaving your oversensitive clit to hike up along your body, dancing past your groin to plant just below your belly button. simon nuzzles close again, tracing the shell of your ear with his lips, then, “you’d be so pretty carrying my kids.”
those words make your body lock up, something in your mind just shifting right, and then you’re cumming, squirting all over simon’s cock and spraying on his legs.
simon outright moans, pulling back just enough to slot his lips against yours. you couldn’t even kiss him back, still so busy cumming, all cross-eyed at the intensity of your orgasm. it doesn’t matter to him, anyway, not when simon begins pistoning harder. faster. rougher.
every drag of his cock back in your pussy pushes more gushing squirt from you, and simon rumbles with a pleased groan, looking so blissed out as he leaves open-mouthed kisses along your jaw. you dig your nails at his back but simon doesn’t even register the prickling pain, too busy chasing his own orgasm through your cunt.
“s’right,” he coos. “nothin’ else could make me cum, baby. nothin’ else but y’r pretty pussy. y’r tight pussy. god, it’s such a delicious pussy, baby, how am i so lucky to have you, huh?” his words mingle with the thwap-thwap-thwap sounds of his body slamming against your own. it makes you dizzy with pleasure, ragged rasps of breath is all that is passing through your parted lips.
simon croons. “how’d i chance luck and end up w’such a delight?” another wet sound from your pussy rings amidst his words. “mmm, hear that baby?”
you nod, you think. or you moan a reply. honestly, you don’t even know, not with how dizzy you are at the peaking pleasure because there’s no way you’re cumming again–
“that’s the sounds that a happy wife makes,” simon purrs, replying to his own question, and the weight of his words washes over you like the pleasure that’s racing across your synapses. “that’s the sound that someone makes when they want to be bred.”
“simo-nnnnn!” you scream, the sound guttural and ragged, and your eyes can no longer see anything, and your ears are ringing, and- and–
simon laughs, the sound curling into something so, so fond. “y’r so pretty when y’cum, baby.” he kisses your wet cheek. “one more? f’r me?”
fuck-
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