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Almcantarat
Atmospheric Black Metal
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sinlizards · 2 years
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delete me, repeat me, let's try this again
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moonsun2010 · 2 years
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Oh Jonathan...
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violetteforevernever · 5 months
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friday @ the chapel/can u believe I grew up like this
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g0ryc1gz · 8 months
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ken-katayanagi · 5 months
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I always find this drawing of Ken kind of funny because of his outfit. Though I do really like the size of his Puffer jacket here, it gives it this over-the-topness that I think fits him really well.
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viksalos · 1 year
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January road trips--Ohio, Pennsylvania, Virginia. mostly pleasant drives except the inbound trip through Virginia at night, when the fog was so low and thick in the mountain valleys that visibility was limited to one car ahead of us and one car behind us. At one point an extremely bright light appeared directly over our car and blinked periodically; was difficult to capture except in the ambient brightness on the ground in the last pic. Never figured out what it was. 
(more photography)
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giveuthemo0n · 4 months
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brokeback mountain is so ethel cain coded
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daisyachain · 6 months
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The nature of time is that (culturally) Christian Euro/Anglo colonial consumers (hereafter white ‘people’) fetishize the idea of being ‘close to nature’ or ‘primitive’ or ‘savage’ and latch on to the idea that there are groups of people in the world who are somehow bestial or who have some kind of special powers from holding animist beliefs/beliefs that acknowledge the body as opposed to the Christian belief that the body is a kind of useless appendage to a person. We see this across decades from the 19thC to today in the racist fetishization of indigenous people across the globe, particularly residents of the Americas, Australasia, and southern/eastern Africa.
White consumers use a warped conception of other cultures to live out the fantasies that the Christian soul/body stuff engenders. You keep getting told that your emotions and physical sensations are the devil’s work? You want to get in touch with those physical sensations, but you don’t want it to interfere with your worldview? Simply project them on to a convenient group of people with slightly different conventions from you. Imagine how cool it would be to be 100% physical sensation (especially those pesky violent and/or sexual urges) and no mental burden, then unleash that in a way that causes millions of deaths worldwide via the dehumanization of entire nations of people just trying to live their lives. White consumers love a Proud Warrior Race Guy.
Flash forward to the 2010s, it’s generally considered impolite to spread the same propaganda that justified the genocide and dispossession of many different groups of people. However white culture hasn’t changed that much and normal human activities still need to be explained away to maintain the veneer of white intellectualism that has been used to justify white violence for years and years. You can’t just stomp around and clap your hands and dance badly, you’ve got to project it somewhere else.
But wait! There’s a community of people considered ‘tribal’ and ‘savage’, considered violent and bestial, who were never colonized! It’s…the Norse. Fetishizing early medieval North Sea raiders can’t be cultural appropriation, see, they’re white! It’s not offensive to replace an entire culture with white (male) ideas of what’s cool if that culture is totally unassociated with colonizer stereotypes and is in fact a culture of colonizers!
And that’s my theory on why there are so many Norse-inspired folk bands/video games/tv shows/memes/literally anything in the 2010s. VSaga not counted because that manga has been running since 2003 and is actually well-researched and comes out of a culture with a similar but distinct tradition of racism. The Euro storytelling tendencies of needing some kind of violent avatar have taken on ye anciente Norseman now that people care a little bit about the gallons of blood used to sketch other ethnic stereotypes. Done and dusted. Except the other side is that the fetishization of early medieval Norse culture is literally just white supremacist 101 and a lot of artists don’t step around that nearly as carefully as they should
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wrathofrats · 7 months
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13. Wax play / size kink
Phantom x mountain
Prompts as always by the icon @kroas-adtam
Mountain catches phantom and makes him repent for his sins. Sequel to day 9 but can be read alone
Warnings for heavy religious bullshit, preacher mountain, religious guilt. Wax play. Me getting carried away about Catholicism again.
Phantom almost thought mountain was going to gut him on the spot the way he grabbed his scruff once the two were done.
“Meet me in the chapel” he growled in his ear.
So that’s where he sat.
Front row at the end of the pew. Hands folded and his lap and head down, waiting.
He waited for a long time.
The guilt continued to burn in his stomach. Perverted thoughts and sins eating at the lining of his insides. The images of mountain fucking Aurora continued to flash in front of his eyes, impossible to ignore. Impossible to ignore how he fucked into her. How she screamed. How big he looked under her. It has him chubbing up all over again before he can stop himself.
Finally after what seemed like hours he could hear the door open and close behind him.
Mountain walked up behind him silently. Only sound that could be heard was the squeak of the old wooden floorboards beneath his weight. Heavy step of his shoes on the floor. They pounded in phantoms ears as he got closer.
Mountain walked straight past him though and up onto the stage.
“Come here. Kneel.” His voice was commanding. Strict.
Phantom scrambled to his feet, practically falling over himself to walk up the small steps and kneel at mountains feet. Head still down and hands in his lap. He doesn’t dare look at mountain but he can feel his judgment bore through him.
Mountain stays silent. He knows his stature is making the smaller ghoul squirm in his position. Waiting and hanging onto every small sound the old building makes when mountain even shifts his weight. It’s torturous. The splintered floorboards covered in rough old carpet tear into phantoms knees but he tries to stay still anyways. He attempts to count the fibers in the carpet, inhales the old must of the chapel, focuses on the dust partials in the air to calm his nerves.
“Strip. Continue to kneel.”
Phantom rushes to shuck his clothes while mountain moves about the stage, he can hear his footsteps the the sounds of him grabbing different things, but he doesn’t dare look up.
He’s cold, bare, exposed. He’s vulnerable. Knelt unclothed before him, cock hard against his stomach. It’s embarrassing, shameful.
“And after all of that. You’re still hard? Do you not feel guilty?”
Phantom can hear his ears ringing, his face burning. He does feel guilty. He feels dirty and gross for his actions.
“Oh … you do feel guilty don’t you. And that’s why you’re so turned on”
He wished he didn’t point it out. Phantom winces at the words.
“Do you want to be forgiven? Do you want to show me how guilty you feel?”
“Please let me, please forgive me”
The click of a lighter is heard throughout the room.
“Look at me” mountain says
Phantoms lifts his head to stare at mountain for the first time since he caught them in the courtyard.
He’s dressed in his preacher uniform. Black button up shirt tucked into black trousers with the white band going through the collar. In one hand a lighter, the other a long thick red candle.
Phantom would be lying if he said seeing mountain like this didn’t turn him on even more.
“We will burn away your sins”
He watches mountain light the candle in his hand.
“Repent”
Mountain looms over him. A thick bead of wax falls down the candle and drips onto phantoms bare thigh making him hiss.
“Shit - im sorry, im sorry for my sins”
Mountain tips the candle forward, another bead of wax drips higher this time, almost directly next to his aching cock.
“You can do better”
“I’m sorry I was watching you I know better now I’m sorry please forgive me”
A long stream of wax runs down, coating his shoulder and dripping onto his chest.
“Tell me what you are”
“I’m a pervert. I’m a sick pervert”
Another drip of wax, onto the other shoulder
“Tell me what you want”
“I want to be forgiven”
Mountain grabs phantoms hair harshly, pull his head back to expose his neck. More seering red wax pours onto the column of his throat. The heat stings, makes him gasp as mountain continues to pour.
“No. Don’t lie to me. Tell me what you actually want”
Phantom breathes heavy, stares up at mountain in confusion. He can’t be asking him to tell him … that .. can he? Is that what he wants?
“You’re still hard. Confess”
Phantom gulps down a breath of air as mountain lets go of his scalp. His jaw trembles with the words he doesn’t want to say.
“I want your cock. I need it. I need you to fuck me mountain please. I need you to break me, heal me make me better anything-“ phantom babbles. Desperate and ashamed.
It’s hard for mountain not to smirk at the poor ghoul. Bare and guilty knelt in front of him, covered in red wax he’s sure will leave welts. Marks of his forgiveness.
“On your hands and knees”
Phantom easily obeys, leaning over to place his hands onto the old carpet, arches his back to present for mountain, submit to him.
Mountain moves behind him, still holding the candle as the hot wax pools in the divot where it’s been burned countless times. The air smells of smoke and herbs and lust. Something deeply religious and blasphemous.
A large hand settles on his hip before another stream of hot wax runs down his back. It’s a distinct burn. Not enough to have him truly injured but enjoy to hurt and keep him in place. A quick sting before it hardens on top of the sore skin.
“Please do something” phantom whines
“You need to be prepped, youre too tight, I’ll hurt you” mountain says. His tone has softened from before, something more forgiving and caring than the booming voice of judgment he had before.
“Please hurt me. Please make me pay. Make me repent” phantom nearly cries. He’s been hard for hours, it hurts and he feels guilty for his dirty thoughts and all he needs is mountain. He needs to prove himself.
“I will. I will make sure you prove yourself shadow. Don’t worry” a thick finger prods at his hole, attempting to open him up. Even just the one finger has him burning with the stretch, hands much larger than his own, two of his fingers could probably equate to the size of at least a couple of the cocks he’s taken. It’s a terrifying thought that has his mouth watering, the fact that if this is how big his fingers are, how big is his cock?
More wax is poured along his back, he arches against it, pushes back on the now two fingers mountain has inside him.
“Let me cleanse you of your sins shadow. Let me make you better, let me purify you”
It hurts when mountain finally attempts to push into him. It’s a stretch he could never imagine, filling him to absolute brim. He can feel it in his stomach, his chest, everywhere. It hurts, it takes his breath away. He craves more. The idea of mountain moving makes him want to cry.
“Are you ok shadow?” Mountain asks tenderly, smoothing another large hand over his back, through the long welts from the hot liquid.
“Please move. Please fuck me”
And mountain can’t resist. He starts slow, testing to see if phantom was actually alright, before going faster once he decided he can’t help himself. Phantom is tight, mountain can barely think with the small ghoul on his cock, whining like he’s never been fucked before. He pours more wax on him just to hear him whimper under the pain. It’s obscene, the poor thing crying out for his cock, begging to be forgiven. It’s truly not mountains fault if he gets close faster than he thought he would.
“Cl- close mountain please, need your hand on my cock. Touch me please” it’s a hard request to deny. And mountains hand practically swallows phantoms cock, obscuring the small thing from view when he reaches around him. It’s not long before he’s shooting into it and onto the carpet below them.
Mountain quickly pulls out before cumming onto phantoms back, long white ropes spilling onto the red hardened wax.
“You’ve been forgiven”
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turnbacktyne · 2 days
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Time Forgotten is probably the only fic that has actually changed my life
my family used to travel a lot and all the descriptions of places ive been and just the amount of hope the story portrays
it made me want to go back out there
so thank you so so much for being the reason i have hope and dreams for the future for the first time in a long time
And i know even if I've left the fandom completely and not truly thought of the characters in years. I Know I’ll have your writing in mind when i go back out there
(And here’s two slightly old drawings inspired by chapters 2 and 14. As an extra thank you of sorts)
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WAAAAAAAAAAAA THANK YOUUUUUUU THIS IS SO LOVELY.
My family traveled a lot too and it truly inspired me in writing the depictions of the west in Time Forgotten, it really was kind of a love letter to the beauty of nature in all it's strange forms, the adventure of personal discovery, as well as encouraging people to want to see these kinds of places in real life!
I actually have since become a national park ranger and work in a western park, and a huge thing for me is wanting to share these places with people who normally might not find interest in the parks. Whether it be by inspiring them through stories or video games that have been set in gorgeous places here in nature, if you can build that bridge, then more people can enjoy and find solace in the parks! Even from home!
Its genuinely an honor for me that my writing had given you such emotions and hope, because that's what every author dreams of and I want people to have hope, otherwise we have nothing to push for, just like karlnapity.
I cannot wait for you (and others!) To get back out there and explore and find the magic of nature in real life!
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沉香 chénxiāng, agarwood A type of wood commonly used for incense. Trees afflicted with heavy stress are highly preferred over their healthy counterparts, as it is their infected heartwood that provides agarwood's valued fragrance.
[ID: A portrait of Liu Chenxiang from the waist up, looking forward solemnly. He is holding a mountain-shaped incense burner which is emitting incense smoke. Where the smoke crosses his face, features of a young Erlang Shen are visible instead, including his Heavenly Eye. Behind Chenxiang is a split log of agarwood, the inside of which is infected and blackened. Where the incense smoke crosses the log is desaturated, making the log appear more like a mountain. The shadow of the log extends upwards and where it intersects with the smoke is colored like a 青绿山水 painting. Over the shadow is written “香炉墩 (Lit. Incense burner, Fig. Only son in the family)” from right-to-left in golden seal-script. A red stamp to the right of the text reads "宝莲灯 (Lotus Lantern)." End ID]
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tsnbrainrot · 1 year
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the bit in the brokeback mountain script that describes the church ennis & alma get married in as a ‘pine box’ 💀💀 i’m off to slurp on a glass smoothie ✌🏻😭
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tornasundertoha · 2 years
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nope is a movie that really makes you sit in your seat and think the first time you watch it. and then you watch it the second time around and you know the context now, you've pieced together all the pieces scattered around in the film before the big reveal, and you notice the tiny details and you're like OH. OH MY GOD. and every time you keep rewatching it it all comes back to you like raindrops amalgamating into one big puddle on the ground. every single scene clicks into place.
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lestatslestits · 1 year
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Our mother has been absent ever since we founded Rome, but there’s gonna be a party when the wolf comes home
Interview with the Vampire (2022) - 1.07 “The Thing Lay Still” - Claudia’s Plan + “Up the Wolves” - The Mountain Goats
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eritvita · 11 months
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continued from x ;
@ramblingsofamoonwatcher​
Blessed art the Schools of Known magick to keep the creaks and slips of wood betwixt his walls and doors quiet and sealed and tempered from the moans and outright growling of his sacred copulation with his Goddess; blessed art the myriad of stamina potions riddled within cupboards nearby, and with the littlest bits of leaf and root to keep and chew to borne Roland’s willpower back onto viable, audible cues.
But that streak of fear hast his borne blood to blue ice whence a familiar knock … and then a familiar voice comes through that cracked door before the White Beauty barrs them from truly seeing inside Roland's College room. He shoots up from his nest of blankets and comforters, littered in bruises and tender marks of sharpened teeth, and gently lethargic aside the creases of his eyes for this pleasant, common coupling.
He gawps openly. And then crows and chokes for an amiable calling. "Onmund!" calls he, shuffling quickly; falling from the bed in a great 'thud'; bobbing palms for pleasantries of his physical health. "What is the matter?"
He mouths 'keep him there?' with an endearing tilt to his eyebrows, as he leaves that desperate warmth of the bed to find his trousers; to mind those slicks of covetous blankets and furs what threaten to cling at his ankles. “Is there a fresh Lesson? Hast J’zargo burnt the kitchen once more?”
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