#oxygenizing

[portraitofadumbassonfire]

Poor Things (2023) dir. Yorgos Lanthimos

#need this film like oxygen #poor things #yorgos lanthimos

[yremn6xpunff]

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#Evangelical #gloomful #disseised #pensility #sulphobutyric #oxygenizing #snudge #truckinglife #sacroperineal #running #simplectic #nonegregious #echeloning #chibis #chiros #st3 #Kemmerer #wherrying #autoprogressive #roric

[dkla0vd2j]

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#occurred #overloving #Tripitaka #nonsubstantialist #audio-frequency #stomenorrhagia #hyperbatically #alleyways #Gridley #phone #punnic #spacesuits #Evangelical #gloomful #disseised #pensility #sulphobutyric #oxygenizing #snudge #truckinglife

[jangmi-latte]

BOSS WAIT I'M HAVING AN ASTHMA ATTACK RN AND I'M LITERALLY POSTING THIS WITH A NEBULIZER ON MY MF FACE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 DON'T COME AT ME LIKE THIS MY BLOOD PRESSURE'S GETTING HIGH STOP 😭😭😭😭😭😭

#twisted wonderland #twst #pomefiore #vil schoenheit #i legit can't lose my shit rn or else the chord of the nebuliser's gonna wrap around my neck BWKFNKAJFKAKFKAJDKWK #CLAMLY STARING WITH BULGING EYEBALLS WHILE MY MOM EYES MY LIKE I'M ABOUT TO EXPLODE ANY MINUTE #i need aN oxYGEN TANK ASAP

[amourrs]

abby anderson who stands behind you and places her hands over your stomach whenever you’re busy talking to someone, nodding along intently as she slides her fingers back to your hips and grips them until your face heats and you bat at her digits in embarrassment. those same hands gripping that same pair of hips later on as her lips melt into yours, fingernails digging tiny moons into your flesh- temporary crescent-shaped tattoos of affection that linger on your skin hours later and make the hairs on the back of your neck rise when you catch sight of them in the shower. those hands- you swear to her that you hate them, hate the way they trail from your hips to your thighs, the way they part your legs effortlessly as abby’s tongue follows their direction and licks a stripe up your cunt, the way they clamp you down to the bedsheets as your back arches in pleasure… she knows it’s a lie, though. you prove it with every whimper that falls from your lips as you beg for more, more, more of her, more of her hands squeezing your ass as she presses feather-light kisses to your clit, more of her fingers, deft and skilled as they slide against the spot inside you that has you mewling abby’s name as she smears a kiss against your clavicle. “thought you hated my hands, baby?” she mocks, lips curling into a smile as she tucks you into bed beside her after your shower, arm curling around your shoulders. you pout petulantly. “sure didn’t hate them tonight, did ya—” you cut her off with a pillow to the face. “ow!” your eyes roll sullenly in their sockets, but you can’t help but feel just a little bit bad for your girlfriend as she looks at you in shock and you give in… “want me to kiss it better?” her instant nod really doesn’t come as a surprise.

#abbyanderson #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #the last of us #abby anderson x you #need her like oxygen…

[castielsprostate]

REBLOG TO EXPLODE A TERF!!

#sjonnie.text #saw i rb'd a post from terrifying evil retched transphobe and need to right my wrongs #god i wish these absolute oxygen wasters could at least tag their shit so NORMAL PEOPLE DONT REBLOG IT #remember kids: unfortunately the worst people can be funny too 💀 and the way you right that wrong is by blocking the OP and making an #explode a terf post about it!!!! #text post #image post #NOT TERF SAFE #FUCK TERFS

[gimmethatagustd]

oxygen | jjk

If you get caught, you'll both die. Jungkook wants to be yours anyway.

○ Pairing: Mafia!Jungkook x f!Reader

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Mafia, established relationship, angst, smut

○ 9 / 100 Drabble Challenge (Mafia)

○ Word Count: 2,053

○ Warnings: Organized crime, toxic relationship, emotional manipulation, infidelity (MC's boyfriend is Yoongi *gasp*), MC is actually kind of sick in the head lowkey lmfaooo, marijuana (is it a jai fic if weed isn't at least mentioned?), casual conversation about being murdered, dom!reader, sub!Jungkook, gunplay, consensual sex while under the influence of alcohol, unprotected vaginal sex, orgasm control, hair pulling, rough sex, pain kink

○Notes: I was never here. I repeat, I WAS NEVER HERE.

○ Post Date: February 13, 2024

○ Masterlist |

○ What was Jai listening to? Oxygen - Jackson Wang

“I fucking hate you.”

Jungkook tastes blood as he watches you stumble up the marble stairs, break-ankle stilettos grating into the stone like his molars grate against each other when he chews the inside of his cheek.

It takes three steps before you give up, bending to slip your finger under the thin black strap that hugs each ankle to keep the red bottoms in place. Off-balanced from holding your leather jacket balled up under one arm, you teeter on one foot, and Jungkook has to fight the urge to grab your waist.

Air rushes out of Jungkook’s nostrils, a scoff that mixes with the wind. It’s one of the last days of summer before autumn cuts the nights short and chills the air. If Jungkook could have his way, he would be sitting out on his balcony right now with a fat blunt and his phone on silent.

Instead, he’s dealing with you.

“Are you just gonna stand there, or are you gonna fucking help me?” you snap, words slurring together when you pout through them.

Jungkook tongues the inside of his cheek where he’s bitten into the fleshy skin. The metallic flavor mixes oddly with the aftertaste of his half-smoked blunt from earlier.

“Thought you said you hate me,” Jungkook sucks his teeth, tattooed fingers squeezing your bicep to steady you while you unclasp your shoes.

“I do.”

“Hmm.” Jungkook exchanges a grip on your arm for the heels, black and deadly like the Glock clipped to his waist.

Your dress rides up far enough that your asscheeks are exposed when you bend down again, your skimpy black thong doing nothing to cover you. The sheer pair is one Yoongi bought you for Valentine’s Day last year. Yoongi hadn’t batted an eye when he dropped thousands of dollars on a lingerie set that he isn’t even patient enough to appreciate on your body before he rips it off.

Not Jungkook, though. Jungkook is patient.

“Carry me,” you whine, pushing up against Jungkook’s side, nimble fingers wrapping around his wrist and tugging.

Jungkook knows not to look up at the columned overhang, but the many cameras lining the mansion's exterior weigh heavily on him as he helps you up the stairs to the front door.

“I can’t,” Jungkook grits his molars, jaw flexing beneath taunt skin, “And you know that.”

The keypad at the front door unlocks with Jungkook’s thumbprint. Inside, the foyer is dark. It’s nearly four in the morning, and the rest of the guards are either monitoring the cameras or asleep. They’re all lower-level and easily bend to Jungkook’s will, meaning none of them will rat you out for slipping off in the dead of night to go party with your friends despite being under strict orders not to leave the house until Yoongi returns from his business trip.

As second-in-command, Jungkook should be in Japan with Yoongi, handling what will likely be one of the largest arms deals in Bangtan’s history. But Yoongi is paranoid, and paranoid men don’t leave their girlfriends with just anyone. Especially when their girlfriends are trouble.

And you? You’re trouble in a tight little black dress, hips swaying as you walk with new purpose through the foyer, your leather jacket thrown on the floor for Jungkook to pick up as he trails behind you — always trailing, following just a half step behind you, only in front when he puts his life on the line over yours. And he does, has the scars on his body to prove it, scars you like to bite to remind him of everything he’s willing to lose for Yoongi. For you.

There are only three types of rooms in the house that don’t have cameras installed: bedrooms, bathrooms, and arms rooms. You like to have Jungkook fuck you in all of them.

Tonight, it’s one of the basement-level arms rooms, the one Yoongi likes to use for entertainment because there’s a full bar and a conference table typically littered with guns, drugs, and money.

And sometimes, if Yoongi is in a shitty mood, girls.

You don’t care what Yoongi does, though it wouldn’t matter even if you did. As Bangtan’s leader, there’s no room for criticism of the boss — unless someone wants to lose a limb or their life, and Yoongi is known to be trigger-happy.

You learned that from him.

Jungkook lets out a shuddered breath as you drag the muzzle of his gun from the middle of his sternum down his abdomen. The metal is cold, and you move slowly, taking your time over every hill and valley of his muscles, painting goosebumps across his skin until you reach the waistband of his underwear.

The chamber is empty, but it still makes Jungkook’s heart jump in his throat when you press the gun against his clothed cock.

“Yoongi is going to kill us one day,” you whisper, rolling your bottom lip between your teeth to bite back a smile.

Jungkook leans back with his elbows against the table where you’ve sat him at one of the chairs. You’re in your heels again. Jungkook loves it when you stand over him, a powerful force far too often squandered by Yoongi’s overbearing leadership and desire to be the most feared person in the room. It’s one of Yoongi’s greatest mistakes.

You’re gorgeous, stripped down until all you’re wearing is another man’s Valentine’s Day gift, your own body a present Jungkook has the unholy pleasure of opening again and again — but only after you’ve opened him up, gutted him like a fish.

Or blown him open, a bullet bursting like shrapnel to cut him from the inside out. Jungkook would let you do it.

Jungkook stares up at you with innocent eyes that tell nothing of the secret horrors his hands have done, of the horrors he has endured and inflicted upon others. He stares up at you with innocent eyes and his lips wrapped around the muzzle of his gun that you hold with your finger on the trigger.

“Bang, bang,” you giggle as the gun clicks, and Jungkook lets you slide it further into his mouth, the tangy taste too similar to blood and nothing he hasn’t tasted before.

Maybe it’s fear that makes Jungkook crave you. Maybe Jungkook has a death wish. Maybe Jungkook likes the idea of you being his lifeline, the sole decider of whether he lives or dies. All it would take is one tiny confession twisted into a lie, and you could convince Yoongi that Jungkook came onto you and tried to seduce you.

Jungkook knows Yoongi would enjoy making him suffer if he thought Jungkook was treating you unkindly. Yoongi would enjoy violently murdering Jungkook even more if he knew just how good Jungkook treated you.

You don’t pull the gun back until Jungkook gags. Tears collect along his eyelashes, but he blinks them away as you toss his gun onto the table.

“You’d let him kill you.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook’s voice is hoarse from the gun, and it cracks when you sit on the table in front of him and spread your legs. “I would.”

“You’re fucking stupid.”

“So are you.”

Jungkook’s cock throbs as he watches you slip your thong down your legs. You drag his spit-slicked gun along your dripping pussy, parting your folds and getting the muzzle shiny with your arousal. When his eyes flit up to meet yours, you let out a broken moan, tongue slipping out to lick your bottom lip.

“Come here,” you beckon, the curl of your finger tugging Jungkook forward like a red string tied in a noose around his neck. He fits perfectly between your thighs, his clothed cock pressing against your exposed pussy.

“Can I kiss you?” Jungkook whispers against your lips. His body crowds yours, forcing you to tip your head back to look into his pretty doe eyes.

“Be a good boy and clean this up first,” you say as you hold up the gun in front of Jungkook’s face.

Jungkook doesn’t look away as he licks a stripe up the length of the gun’s muzzle, too turned on by how intensely you watch him lick and suck your juices off it. How eagerly he bends to your will is pathetic, but he doesn’t care.

When you toss his gun away to dig your nails in his hair and tug him into a bruising kiss, Jungkook feels like he can finally breathe.

You taste sweet, like whatever fruity cocktails you’d been drinking with your friends. Jungkook sucks your tongue, and he feels the vibration of your moans go straight to his leaking cock.

“Fuck me,” you moan with nails in his back, “And make it hurt.”

Jungkook helps you off the table to bend you over it. He may prefer sex that is slow and face-to-face, but Yoongi is coming home in a few hours, and sometimes, you like to punish yourself by denying yourself the sweet, sensual care that Jungkook prefers to give you. Sometimes you like it dirty and fast like this, Jungkook fucking into you with your wrists behind your back and your face pressed into the conference table’s cold, sleek surface.

You look forward to the tender bruise you’ll have on the apple of your cheek and against your hips from where Jungkook fucks you hard enough that you slam into the edge of the table. It’s a gamble, wondering if this will be the time Yoongi finally notices.

Sometimes Jungkook wonders if Yoongi already has noticed, and he’s just biding his time, waiting for the opportune moment to kill you both.

“Fuck, jagi,” Jungkook moans. The table squeaks and grunts as the force of Jungkook fucking you pushes the table back and forth across the floor.

“Do I feel good, baby?” you gasp, twisting your hands in Jungkook’s so you can wrap your fingers around his wrist, too, to have something to hold onto.

“So good,” Jungkook whimpers, tightening his grip on your wrists. “Can I cum? Please?”

Your skin is probably chafing from how hard you’re being bounced against the table, but all you do is moan and clench around Jungkook’s cock, taunting him.

“Jagi, please,” Jungkook begs, hips faltering slightly. You’re so wet and creamy. There’s something about fucking you in the arms room that always makes you feel and sound better.

“You wanna cum? Baby boy wants to cum?”

“Wanna cum so bad, you feel so, fuck, so, so good.”

Jungkook lets go of your wrists to dig his fingers into your hips and pull you onto his cock with each thrust. You lift off the table slightly so he can wrap one arm around your waist and slip his fingers through your folds, playing with your clit as he fucks you. He knows he needs to make you cum first before you’ll let him.

"Just like that, you're doing so well," you pant, pussy clenching and pulsing around Jungkook's cock so hotly that he knows you're going to cum soon.

Luckily, it doesn’t take long. Jungkook has you so worked up that you cum once he pinches your clit, rolling it between his fingers while you writhe and squirm on his cock, whimpering his name.

“Come on, baby,” you moan, “Cum for me, now.”

Tilting your head up, you let Jungkook kiss you. He squeezes his eyes shut as he cums inside you, mouth hanging open and completely useless to kiss, so you press light kisses along his sweaty throat instead.

“Thank you,” Jungkook whispers once his body has calmed down, gently easing out of you. His hands shake as he collapses into the chair and pulls you into his lap.

You kiss him properly this time, sliding your hands through his sweaty hair. He’s pussy-drunk, fucked dumb, nothing but static in his head as your lips glide with his. He could stay like this, pliant like clay in your hands, let you mold him into whatever you want him to be. Let you make or break him. Jungkook doesn’t care.

“Tell me you love me,” you demand, nails sharp against Jungkook’s scalp.

“Jagi,” Jungkook whimpers when you pull his hair, “I love you so much. I love you more than anything.”

“More than yourself?”

“More than myself.”

You hum into the next kiss, and Jungkook feels his body melt. 

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#jungkook x reader #bts x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook smut #jungkook angst #bts smut #bts angst #bts fanfic #100 drabble challenge #jai writes #gimmethatagustd #oxygen

[apologyacceptedcaptainneeda]

DONT take a persons medical device

I shouldn’t have to say that but here we are

One of the managers at work likes to take and hide peoples stuff as a joke. My manager took my pulse ox when I wasn’t looking. When I noticed it was gone I started to panic. A pulse ox is minimum $30 and I’ve had mine for over 7 years and have named it. So yeah I was panicking. I immediately paged my manager to my register and when he arrived I demanded it back. He did give it back.

I informed him that it was stupid and dangerous of him to take a medical device from someone especially like that.

So again

DONT TAKE A PERSONS MEDICAL DEVICE

#spoonie #actually disabled #disabled #disability #medical devices #pulse oximeter #actually spoonie #low oxygen #oxygen saturation #potsie #pots syndrome #postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome #chronicallyawesome #chronically ill #actually chronically ill #chronic illness #chronicwarrior

[cupcakeinat0r]

Thinkin abt Dad bod! Miguel again…

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Relationship weight gain is kinda inevitable when both parties are in absolute love with each other, and Miguel, despite being a total specimen, is no exception to this.

By now, you and Miguel have been dating for quite a bit, and you noticed Miguel getting a lil chunky. Not something you protested. At all. In fact, you were living for it. Yea, Miguel was gorgeous with those rock hard abs and that slutty waist of his that you were beginning to envy, but once his dad bod came in… dayum.

Miguel, however, did feel slightly embarrassed about it all, even though you reminded him everyday that he’s literally the most gorgeous man. Ever. It wasn’t about him, though. He was more concerned about you; that you wouldn’t see him the same way anymore, but you didn’t mind reassuring him a million times that he is all you want and ever need. Plus, it’s a dad bod, literally the best bod, like, c’mon now.

You’d watch him walk around the house with sweatpants on and no shirt, perky pecs (you could’ve sworn he had more titty than you, Jesus Christ), chest hair, pumped arms, fluffy abdomen and a tiny peek of a happy trail that could make your womanhood quiver. All that on full display for you and only you to ogle at. God, he was gorgeous. You, lying in bed, would bite your lip at the piece of work in front of you. Miguel was hunched over on his computer, which he dwarfed with his hands and build, reviewing some lab reports. Your eyes traced along his muscles, some of his stretch marks, and the one or two rolls he had on his side. How can a man look so delicious even while working?

“Whatcha looking at, mama?” He doesn’t look up.

“Oh, nothing… just the most beautiful human being I’ve ever seen.”

He finally looks up from the computer and smiles at you.

“That’s all you, mamita.”

You smile back. You still get butterflies with this man. You reach your arms out.

“C’mere, come to bed. I need my teddy bear.”

He chuckles. “ya mismo, beba, I only have one more left. I’ll be right there.”

You drop your hands in defeat. He says only one more, but you knew it would take him at least like 30 minutes to look over those things. He likes to be real thorough with them. You loved that your man had brains, but sometimes you wish he would just relax once in a while.

An idea flickered in your mind.

“Baby…”

“Yea, mama?” He mumbles, eyes concentrated on his screen.

“…how many kids would you want?”

He immediately perks up. Oh, now you’ve got his undivided attention.

“Kids?” He says, almost a little too excited, “What made you think about that?”

“Ohhh, I dunno… it’s just that you’ve got this dad look goin’ and… it’s been making think, y’know?”

“‘Dad look’?” He says with a humored smile.

“Well yea… I really like it. You’re lookin husky and thick, it’s so… sexy.”

The computer has been officially closed. Your plan is working.

“Oh yea?” His voice becomes lower, more sensual, as he climbs onto bed, his gaze becoming hungry. Miguel towers over you until he settles down on the comforter, nestled up right next to you, his thick thigh draped over both of yours. He rests his burly arm over your stomach, pulling you even closer to his warm body. Now that he lays next to you on the bed, you feel way smaller against him. You loved that.

“Mhm… it’s hard to not picture you with our future kids when you’re walking around here lookin’ like that. I’d make you such a cute daddy.” You coo, your hands brushing against his chest, playing with the hair there, occasionally caressing down to his soft mid-section. “Aw, baby… and I’d make you such a beautiful mommy,” Miguel groans into your neck, placing a kiss there, his hand goes up under his t shirt you’re wearing, caressing circles on your stomach as he imagines a bump there, “fuck, just thinking about you being pregnant makes me hot.“ His hand moves up to grab one of your breasts, giving it a light squeeze, his index finger giving your bud some attention, “and these filled with milk? coño, no puedo esperar.” He moans, his voice strained.

“So how many you want, daddy? Name a number and I’ll give em’ to you.”

Miguel just looks at you dumbfounded. He doesn’t know whether to get emotional or just pin you to the bed and fill you up with his kid to get a head start on this family. He thinks he’ll choose the latter.

“Mamita, I want however many you can give me.” he grabs you by the chin and smashes his lips against yours in a tongue-eating kiss. “Mmgonna look so pretty all swollen for me.” He then placed himself in between your legs, completely caging you in his broad shoulders and arms, his belly brushing up against your stomach. It’s not the only thing you feel, as you also feel his thick hard on when his hips start grinding against your weeping cunt.

“Mi princesita wants to make me a daddy, huh?” He says in a mocking voice. You nod, making a timid noise, aroused by his dominance. You look down to see a wet spot on his sweatpants, his precum seeping through from your little daddy talk no doubt. His mouth sucks and nips at the delicate skin on your neck, your shirt being hastily raised, your now wet panties shortly following the shirt. You’re in for it now. A victorious smirk growing on your face knowing that that last report would be saved for another day.

“Baby, What about your report?”

“It can wait.”

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Spoiler alert: He rails you like a dog in heat, cream pies you multiple times, and makes sure none of it goes to waste!!! <3333 u got what u wanted!!! Yay!!!

He is very gorjus to me, ur honor!!! <33333

Want more DadBod!Miguel ? Here’s my master list, bae!!!

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[rongzhi]

Announcements on the Qinghai-Tibet train route.

English added by me :)

#douyin #video #tiktok #travel #i will want to take the train to lhasa someday so the comments are literally me lol #they pump oxygen into this train in case you're wondering! #i have a couple other videos in the travel tag of people doing this trip

[r-aindr0p]

That last chapter of Glorious masquerade was crazy.

#twisted wonderland #glorious masquerade #idia shroud #azul ashengrotto #malleus draconia #rollo flamme #twst shitpost #(fire) clown to (fire) clown communication #clutching my fists and punching walls thinking abt rollos backstory #When his outfit and fireplace were craftable I lost it aswell #breathing his uniform like its an oxygen supply #I past the point of no return concerning bell rat guy #see you next year to get back your uniform Mr Rollo #The note says ’sorry hottie I’m borrowing this from you’ #Although ’BG’ here is a french abreviation it would totally work with ’Beautiful Guy’ which means the same thing

[slavicafire]

also today I told my neighbour I'd carry her bags upstairs because somehow the oldest ladies buy the heaviest shit, and so she went up first, and I of course being the stubborn goddamn mule had to commit to One Trip Only mentality, and so it took me some more time to get to her floor, but I did manage and won my unwounded pride in return, and so I happily huffed and puffed my way to her door and they got opened. by a fucking turtle. just a straight up trutle opened those doors

#żmija gada #I assume she left them ajar and the turtel just decided he had to go greet me #but I didn't even know she had one #so I had a moment of panic that I left my brain without oxygen for too long

[handle-all-of-this-aesthetic]

✨HazbinHotel Episode 5 ‘Happy Ending’ Epilogue Pt.2✨

We’re slowly getting somewhere… 📻

Part 3 (The Final Part) coming soon!🙌

If you enjoy it, please leave a comment and let me know what you think!🙏

✨You can read Part 1 here!✨

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel fanart #radiohusk #husk x alastor #alastor x husk #alastor #husk #fanart #Alastor is trying his best okay? #I need those two to reconcile more than I need oxygen rn

[mobius-m-mobius]

If it’s all the same to you… I’ll have that drink now.

#mobius #loki #lokius #mcuedit #lokiedit #marveledit #listen... walk with me... #no idea if this is anything but what i do know is it's lived rent free in my mind long enough to need to gif like i need oxygen lmao #the flat 'no' turning into everything they've ever wanted one josta at lunch becoming matching color coordinated mugs #it's mobius turning down the life he knew in favor of one he built then loki reaching for what they want only after it's too late to keep #might be left waiting but at least they've got that drink to look forward to someday :'))) #owen wilson #tom hiddleston #marvel #owenwilsonedit #dianagifs

[a-dinosaur-a-day]

guys literally every study has indicated that high oxygen content does NOT lead to larger animals plz stop spreading that one thanks

#oxygen #animals #animal size

[demigods-posts]

annabeth has been attending camp since she seven! she is a camp half-blood patriot! you cannot convince she isn't the first person to get down at the summer dances! you cannot convince me she didn't convene all of camp half-blood counselors and campers for weekly meetings on how they can pull the ultimate prank on chiron and mr.d at the end of the summer! you cannot convince me that no one is more excited for capture the flag!! or scary ghost stories around a bonfire!! or end-of-the-summer movies night out on the field before the demigods part ways for the year!! our girl is the life of the party!!! our girl is the heart and soul and glue that keeps camp half-blood going! best believe!

#percy jackon and the olympians #pjo text post #pjo #pjo headcanon #camp half-blood #annabeth chase #annabeth chase headcanon #i love annabeth chase #our girl is a softie #our girl is the life of the party #she is the heart and soul #the oxygen #the love #she is the world and everyone loves her