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hurricane-heatt · 2 months
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putting together a collection of images that have absolutely nothing to do with one another
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fairyrona · 2 months
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when everything's made to be broken (i just want you to know who i am) by @hoteadepresso pt 1
‘Stop.’ Will forced out, shaking his head in disbelief, hurt painting his features ‘Mike, that’s not funny. It’s mean.’ He thought he was joking. Mike was throwing his bleeding heart onto his floor, and he thought it was some sort of a prank. Fuck. ‘You really think I would joke about it?’ his voice sounded like it came from far away, weak and broken. His hand twitched, yearning to touch Will, to take his hand, to brush his fingertips against his warm skin for just one second even if that was all he could ever get.
late happy birthday present for Alex, the bestestest person out there!!!
a little bit of backstory; Once upon a time user @hoteadepresso wrote a fic (click here!!) (read it, its fucking amazing!!!!!!) which I immediately wanted to make fanart of, so, ofc it took me like, over a year to finish just this pt 1 <33
thus, the artstyle changes, which are a thing in this thing
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snackugaki · 8 months
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"sure you can get that... you got money for it?"
tmnt au shit below the cut
my tmnt au (where everyone made it past their 20s, splinter’s alive just old, venus is here, and they deserve some goddamn respite and shenanigans)
tmnt au part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8
tmnt au omake 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11
lny visit 1 | 2
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andromeda3116 · 3 months
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planning to make a move tonight with this guy and deeply terrified even though i know he's interested, he's made it very clear that he's interested but putting the ball in my court to decide what, if anything, i want and i've made up my mind to pursue this but like. i've been single since the obama administration because there's not, like, a person-shaped hole in my life, i don't need to be with someone to feel whole, and i have to make room in my life for another person and idk how to do this and i hate feeling vulnerable or exposed or out of control and giving someone else the power to hurt me and having to just. trust that they won't. but i kind of... accidentally already gave him that power without realizing it. i kind of... feel like this is just acknowledging something that's already started.
i am. so nervous.
like, a little giddy, a little eager, a lot anxious for no reason other than how terrified i am of major changes even when i feel like they're good ones and. and. and.
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insanitygirls · 15 days
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(The) Differences of the Liquid Sun
CH. II - Tea Cake
"She's human."
"Small and hateful."
"Sweet too?"
"Too bitter, her hate covers her good
like honey should cover poison;
she's doing it wrong."
It was true, nobody fought more (wars) than Natelle & it made her bitter like all other men.
But she was no man.
As a result, her anger is unacceptable. Nobody likes angry women.
All highly respected men are furious,
though.
A point to highlight, one of interest, to respect.
Natelle probably wanted respect & she sees all the angry hot-headed men being respected. She thought anger was the key.
So she, a small girl filled her blood with fury & raged red, hot fury. Raged at all she knew.
Too bad the key to respect was being a man.
Good thing she knows now.
Covered in ash and scorn;
she knows now.
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thedoze1223 · 2 months
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Really cool late Christmas gift from my brother. If you know, you know. Metal Gear Solid on the Playstation
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bitter69uk · 3 months
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“Etta James is one of those curious show business phenomena – a virtual unknown who’s a “legend in her own time.” To hardcore soul music buffs, she stands for everything that was once fresh and irrepressible about the R&B sound and yet most kids today have never even heard her name. That’s not really so surprising – her official return to the public arena in 1978 marked the end of what had been a twenty-year absence. She never really went the rock revival route, or sold out to Vegas or TV, but then she probably couldn’t have if she’d wanted to. After all, a three-hundred-pound woman whose act includes getting personal with the microphone and stripper squats isn’t exactly family viewing fare. Had it not been for a large gay following that supported her loyally throughout the sixties and seventies when she performed at heavy leather bars like The Stud in San Francisco, Etta might not have survived at all. The fact is she’s been underground for so long that many people are surprised to hear she’s still around. The good news is that Etta James is very much around, but that’s not to say that her life hasn’t had its ups and downs …”
Penny Stallings’ account of the hard times and desperate living of rhythm and blues bad girl Etta James in the 1984 book Rock’n’Roll Confidential. I love the image of wilderness years James performing to an audience of mustachioed leather daddies at The Stud! The tempestuous soul diva (née Jamesetta Hawkins, 25 January 1938 - 20 January 2012) was born on this day 86 years ago. I particularly love James’ outrageous 1960s look of platinum blonde bouffant wigs and Cleopatra eyeliner, when she looked like an escapee from a John Waters movie.
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theficpusher · 1 month
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Marionette by Anonymous | E | 2733 Harry is a vampire on the hunt. He doesn’t know that he’s not the top of the food chain.
Just a little taste by lunarheslwt | G | 3688 “Little dove,” Louis crooned, making Harry shiver a little, affected, “you’re shaking. Do you want to bite?” Harry stilled. He knew what Louis was asking. He knew Louis probably could sense how in dire need of comfort he was. He knew Louis was offering. And yet- “No,” he whispered, even as he felt the strong urge to let his lips trace the well-known path to the spot he usually bit into, “I could hurt you.” “Harry, my darling, you haven’t hurt me once in the numerous times you’ve needed to bite. Today will be no different. You know it’ll do you good.” Harry sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, torn. In the end, it was an offer he was too weak to resist. “So…do you want to? Little taste?” “Yeah,” Harry rasped out, “please.” Or, Harry is a vampire that comes home one night, grappling with the darkness that comes with being one. Louis offers him unwavering love, acceptance and the one thing he needs but is reluctant to ask for; permission to bite for the sake of comfort and safety seeking.
Nothing's Greater Than the Rush by therogueskimo | E | 8303 Good luck. That’s how whoever had turned him had signed off their little instruction manual, as though this was the most natural thing in the world. As though being a vampire - which Louis didn’t even know existed until he was one - was normal, something that happened every day. To survive being turned into a vampire, Louis must feed on the person he loves most. There's just one little problem: that person is his best friend, Harry, and Harry has no idea.
Liquid Gold by wabadabadaba | E | 9273 Harry’s original intention wasn’t to tease but he couldn’t stop himself. He leaned forward, dropping on his hands, and let his teeth graze Louis’ jaw. He delighted in Louis’ reaction- his breath hitched and was uneven, his body was pliant, and his eyes were already dilating. Harry moved his fangs from Louis’ jaw down to his neck, right over his jugular vein. Harry’s eyes rolled back as he smelled Louis’ blood- there was the bitter copper smell that all blood had with notes of something sweet. He applied the tiniest amount of pressure, enough for Louis to stop breathing all together, and licked the vein. He kissed it and pulled away from Louis completely. or, Louis has a biting kink and the only person he thinks can fulfill it is his vampire friend, Harry.
it's me and my plus one at the afterlife by mrsenjolras | T | 9322 It all starts because Liam Payne makes a stupid decision. Well, that’s not exactly true. Technically it starts when Louis turns 16 and becomes the Slayer, the chosen one to fight all evil forces in the world and to prevent the apocalypse, blah blah, major responsibility, saving the world, et cetera et cetera. But this time? This time Liam did something really, really dumb. [Or: Louis is the Slayer, Nick and Harry are vampires, and Liam and Niall make up the rest of the Scoobies.]
just a little rush, babe | G | 10296 “You know everything they say about Dracula? All that stuff I wrote in my paper?” Niall asks as he rips one of the glazed donuts in half. Harry hums. “It’s all bullshit. Real vampires do tomato juice cleanses and do yoga. Fuck.” Harry's a vampire who's awful at parallel parking, being scary, and being alone. He meets Niall walking home alone one night.
In This Room by thisonegoes | E | 17675 It’s his neck that first catches Zayn's eye and stops him in his tracks. A shirtless man with his back to him, his hands up in his hair, practically stumbling into the other humans dancing around him. It's a lovely neck. A Zarry Vampire AU. Happy Halloween.
Death Wish by Speechless | E | 22067 Louis hates vampires, he lives his life trying to kill as many as he can, night after night, year after year. He hates them. Then why the fuck is he kissing one? Again. “I mean it, Harry.” Louis says, into his mouth this time. “You need to get the fuck away from me.”
Scorpions et mandragores by Stria | E | 22934 Vampires were rich gents, well-versed in the unspoken rules of polite society, knowledgeable about an infinity of topics, ready to lend a hand in historiography debates. Vampires were charming, fashionable, mysterious. Vampires drank synth or donated blood, played nice with humans, didn’t bite anymore. Vampires were nice, non-threatening. What a load of bullshit. (Or, in a world where vamps have come out of the coffin, vampire Harry's tired to play nice with food, and gets obsessed with human Louis, fresh-faced and captivating.)
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black-salt-cage · 2 months
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squorgle · 2 years
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I'm CRAVING more hardcore stuffing content... don't get me wrong, I enjoy soft bellies and cozy feedings, but what I'm always on the hunt for is a stomach stretched to its maximum capacity and not letting anyone forget about it any time soon. LOUD digestion noises, sharp cramps that make the belly's bulging perimeter spasm, throaty hiccup-burps that sound like they're more full of food than air. I want nonstop groaning and whining, arms hugging the bloated gut as gingerly as possible, and redness all over the face. I want the uncomfortably stuffed feeling to die down for a bit, only to ramp back up when the character thinks they're safe, making them squeeze their eyes shut through their moaning. I. Want. STUFFING.
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noa-nightingale · 1 year
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I couldn’t help myself.
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beemovieerotica · 10 months
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What's up bee??
dropped keys in somebody's coffee with full confidence and a "thank you" because I thought it was the Key Mug
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wildwood-faun · 4 months
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Okay hear me out.
In the beginning, the cake was round and saffron yellow, symbolising the sun.
This year, it's round-ish. And pale yellow. There are raisins in it. A tired, shapeless sun, with sunspots.
But there's orange in it as well, a sun egg if you know your Elsa Beskow. Perhaps that's it. Within the sun that looks as tired as I feel hides the sun reborn. Happy solstice.
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rowenabean · 3 months
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Absolute wizard moment (standing in front of a window while I ladled liquid nitrogen out of the big container with two children pressing their face up against the window to watch me handling this roiling Substance)
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cookinguptales · 4 months
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I love going to SNM parties because I can make accessories that look like this and it’s entirely on brand
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insanitygirls · 15 days
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(The) Differences of the Liquid Sun
CH. I - Never Share
How could we they ever think we'd they'd be so successful in our endeavors?
- Febrile we they are, as mortals; fallible & error-prone. Almost never accomplishing of what we they say. Terrible beings,
terrible, we they are.
Nonetheless, I could not ever be grouped in along with such ones that aren't worth even speaking of us; such imperfection.
We'll never share.
For they are deathbound,
I am divine, while they are damned.
- That's what the haughty believe and ponder on about. What they do not think about is how death is a release; Perhaps the most feared release in the history of man's existence.
- "We die but we are forever powerful, how?"
"Dust we come from and to dust we will return. Ashes, debris, and dust remain forever and consume all things!"
We are dust, dust is us-- eventual eternal conquerors are we.
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