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[cathartidae]

for a website who talks about reading comprehension so much, no one has any idea what its like for animal videos. so here you go, sincerely im tired of your fucking bullshit.

are they applying human emotions to animals, and especially bugs? (ie, my spider/mantis/millipede wants uppies!, this coyote is smiling / showing affection in x way that humans do!, this reptile loves cuddles! (and the reptile is hissing, arching their back, etc etc, or is being anthropomorphized in any way or being held unstably?)

is the source actually good? cmon guys we learned this back in fucking middle school. is it a rehab? are they petting rehab animals / zoo animals etc? is this by an official account or a member of the public? check whether theyre an AZA accredited source here.

does the space theyre in look large and relatively clean? are they in a house? (generally a bad thing) are there stacks upon stacks of enclosures for huge reptiles? are the snakes in bins? etc

IS IT AI. do the babies look identical to the parents. is it smooth. please

are the clips different areas? does it seem like a video of animals showing "gratitude" (ie "otter brings a shell to human who saved her baby" (that video was 2 sp of otter btw))

is the animal domesticated / in the pet trade? or is it largely wild? (ie, otters, mustelids other than ferrets, komodos, etc)

[1percentcharge]

lbhay

[franollie]

what if we were from the future and shared a hero name and we were both girls

[thetisming]

love is real and it's stored in the special interest and tumblr mutuals

[mcaelius]

the thing with maecenas and agrippa is that they DEFINITELY fucked but both of them were thinking about octavian while they were doing it

[heatwa-ves]

returned to my roots (drawing cute girls in cute clothes)

[bluuscreen]

sleepies after a big day of being video game guys

[moonchild-in-blue]

@aaron-is-comatose Buddy, do I have news for you! (you already know where this is going)

For those of you who don't know, or are new to Sleep Token (welcome!!), let this be your introductory Adamross Williams guide.

You might know him primarily as Adamrossi, Sleep Token's main touring photographer responsible for gorgeous photos like -

However!! There is more!!

Not only is he an insanely skilled photo/videographer, he is also the frontman and lead singer of the Welsh post-rock band Glass Heart!

Wow! Look at the lads! Dashing! Silly!

(1st pic in order - Nathan, Adam, Jake and Sam)

[If their faces seem familiar, it is because not only are the guys in other bands, they have also been a part of the Sleep Token crew - most recently as models for these New and Exclusive garments, along with Adam's gf 🥹)

They are so, so good, and I promise I'm not just saying that. It's actually kinda insane how beautiful and powerful Adam's voice is.

This is their latest single - The Worst Part Of Me - released in August 2024:

and these are the previous most recent releases - Letting Go and Colourblind - from 2023:

Their discography is quite small still, so you can easily catch up on them in under 2h. Definitely reccomend everyone to at least give their last ep - Weathered - a spin. They are so underrated, and I for one am very excited to see them grow more and more!

Here's a bonus silly Adam hitting the anime schoolgirl pose for your troubles:

[homoeroticjunoincident]

i loathe having to put a cut but there are no trigger tags for this so. eye licking. memories of eye trauma. nasa things. it’s meant to be described in a disgusting manner though idk if i succeeded (don’t tell me :3333)

Soul clutches Heart close.

Crusted blood runs tear tracks down his face. Soul thinks of pulling the tines out, covered in pieces of his eye. Soul thinks of fluid bursting, running down his trident.

Soul thinks of prying apart his eyelids, memorizing that stare. For the last time.

Heart’s asleep, as far as he can tell.

He brings Heart’s face to his, again, stares at where Soul gouged his eyes out. When he’s tired of that, the empty eyesockets, bits of eye still stuck there along with blood, the holes, still weeping slowly - he tilts Heart’s head down and his up. Lips to eyelid.

He doesn’t notice what he’s thinking to do. He leans into Heart, ensnared in his gravity, the gravity of - something. Something he doesn’t know. Something he can’t.

He wants to taste it.

Soul starts at the thought, which goes straight to his head and dizzies him. This is sick. This is so, so sick.

The iron, the salt, the eye, squishy in his teeth, predator to prey…

He wants to taste it.

He wants to taste it. Nausea twists in his stomach and it bleeds into the desire or maybe it’s the same thing- and Soul grits his teeth.

Would it really be so disgusting?

Heart wouldn’t know.

He wouldn’t.

Soul presses a kiss to Heart’s left eyesocket. The blood dots his lips. It isn’t enough.

He hesitantly opens his mouth. It really sinks in, what he’s doing, when his tongue touches Heart’s skin.

It’s so soft… and it deforms easily around his intrusion, blood spilling into his mouth. He swallows it down and thinks he’s choking. He sticks his tongue in further and thinks he couldn’t stop if he wanted to.

He chews up the bits of Heart’s eye remaining - squishy, as he had thought. Tangy. Soul gags.

He pulls away for a breath. Blinks as if he had been stuck in a daze.

What did he just do?

Heart’s taste lingers in his mouth. Saliva runs down that eyesocket.

Along with his lipstick.

Stained.

What did he just do?

He lays Heart on top of his bed, arranging the blankets around him, and sits on the edge of his bed. Notably, he does not make to clean out Heart’s eyesocket. Properly. He steals little glances at it as if any more will taint him. Which, it might.

Heart’s meant to have his lipstick on him. It looks so pretty, when it’s him. When his eyesocket is glistening, evidence of Soul’s- well, a bit more than a lapse. Fuck, Heart looks beautiful like this.

“{Fuck.}”

[everythingwasnormalhere]

ive just remembered only female mosquitos drink blood

therefore in all tfbw aus donovan is now transmasc

im not sorry

[npdkondraki]

actually re: lrb; those "most voices arent reoccuring nor have distinct personalities" points in plural posts are soooooo funny bc im schizophrenic and yeah. mine do. i hear voices most of the time and i can say for certain they have distinct personalities and are reoccuring

[amyloveletter]

Rylex in epsiode one, “The Return of Boogerboss”

[sovaghoul]

I wrote this fic many years ago. It was originally a gift for a then-friend, then yada yada yada, I re-wrote it to be more of a self-insert to erase that person. It was for a specific fandom at the time, but now reads just more generally blasphemous and sacrilegious. In light of Satanized, it seemed the right time to post it. Also makes me think of "Stand By Him" in some ways. Anyway I've been told it's good. Enjoy.

WC: 1235

Pairing: M/F, Unnamed monk (his POV)/Unnamed woman (in his fantasy) - feel free to substitute yourself and/or any other character(s), though the action is written very cishet/involving perisex genitalia

TW/CW: Blasphemy! Heresy! Object insertion, masturbation, flagellation, religious abuse, improper use of the rosary and the Lord's prayer (Catholic version), all action is the narrator's fantasy

This woman has no shame, no humility. She chooses to reject Christ in favor of heathen ways. She recklessly exposes her body to men. She copulates for it's own sake, when God has declared we are to be fruitful. She is a sinner with no remorse.

And yet. She is kind, educated, and strangest of all, happy. Her life is so devoid of morals and righteousness, and yet she does not despair.

I do not understand. And I am intrigued.

As a monk, physical passion is denied to me. But I can smell her.

And so again come the impure thoughts and nocturnal emissions that I have struggled to put behind me. Lust has never completely ceased to afflict me. I have no one to confess to here, in her land, so to write is my only hope of salvation.

I imagine her kneeling before me, tears in her eyes, confessing her own sins and asking what penance she must pay. I am thankful for my robes that conceal the literal rise of my lust. I place my hand atop her head and say, "My child, God forgives all, for He loves you and welcomes you into His flock. But you see now the error of your ways, and this cannot go unpunished. Come, follow me to my chambers."

She looks up at me over the rims of her spectacles, a single tear falling, and she nods. As she stands I notice, not for the first time, the way her breasts bob with her every movement. My heart pounds as I turn my back to her and lead the way.

Once in my room, I direct her to kneel at my bedside. I give her a rosary so she may begin praying, but she says she doesn't know the words. I stand behind her and place a hand on her shoulder, and she shivers under my touch. I tell her to repeat the words, and begin the Lord's Prayer;

"Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name..."

Her voice wavers as I intone these holy words, the difference of our accents and inflections in sharp relief. She speaks barely above a breathy whisper, and I cannot help it any longer. My free hand slips behind my robes to grasp my manhood, and the fingers on her shoulder curl and tighten. She stumbles over the words, a low moan escaping her throat. Sweat breaks out across my forehead as my hand caresses that sinful, sensitive part of me.

"...and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen."

I ask if she can remember the prayer and continue to recite it as I deliver the next part of her penance. She shudders, nods, and moans again. I bite my lip to silence my own vocalization that threatens to escape. I manage only a whisper as I instruct her to remove the simple dress she wears. She complies, now fully nude before me. Her body nearly convulses as she rubs the prayer beads between twitching fingers.

I retrieve my scourge from its place in my bureau and walk back to stand behind her again. I dare to touch the bare skin of her back, trailing light fingertips down her spine.

"Fear not, my child," I whisper, and she shudders again. Stepping back I grasp a firm length in each hand, one formed of leather and wood and the other of hot engorged flesh, and instruct her to begin the prayer again. I attempt to keep a rhythm with my lashings, but my arm trembles too much.

"Our Father." Lash.

"Who art in Heaven." Lash

"Hallowed be thy..." Lash.

"N-name." Lash.

"Thy kingdom come..." Lash

We both pause. The way she said "come," low and deep, it left us both breathless. I squeeze myself as I tell her to continue.

"Thy will be" Lash.

"Done, on Earth as it is in" Lash.

"Heaven." Lash.

Her skin is red, but not welted. She barely flinches, instead seeming to lean into the strikes, as if she too derrives unholy pleasure from this. My strikes come even more erratic as she speaks the prayer swiftly.

"Give us this" Lash.

"Day our daily" Lash.

"Bread, and" Lash.

"Forgive us our" Lash.

"Trespasses, as we forgive" Lash.

"Those who" Lash.

"trespass ah-" Lash.

"-gainst us!" Lash.

The contact interrupting the word makes her collapse forward onto the bed, panting for breath and shaking with need for release. I drop the scourge to the floor and walk to her, releasing the grip on my near painful erection to grasp both her shoulders. Leaning against her, pressing that hardness into her back, I conclude the writ.

"...And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil."

"Amen," she says, her voice husky with need. I draw my breath in sharply, and tell her to turn around. She does. I take the rosary from her and place it around her neck, my knuckles brushing against her exposed breasts as I withdraw my hands, her nipples already hard. She gasps, moans, visibly clenches her thighs, and I am decided.

"Now child, for the final stage of your penance." My words are rough at the edges with desire. I remove my corded belt, and as it lowers to the floor she catches it, firmly grasping the large crucifix at one end. I flip the front of the robe over my shoulder, exposing my solid, dripping shaft. She looks up at me with questioning anticipation. I place a hand on myself once again.

"Lie on my bed and open your legs, like a filthy whore."

The words just spill out. I worry she'll take offense, but it has the opposite effect. She moans again as she does as commanded, spreading her legs wide, exposing her sex. I squeeze myself, stepping towards her.

"Touch yourself," I whisper raggedly. She slides her hand along the vertical slit of herself, her other hand still holding my crucifix as she glides the beads of her rosary against her nipples. She writhes before me, vocalizing, calling to the Father and the Son as she spreads her folds with her fingers, tight circles against the sensitive protrusion, dipping into her hole and spreading the wetness she finds there. I jump in my hand and stroke myself, seeing and hearing such a display.

And then. And then.

Just when I think the sacrilege has reached an apex. She's inserted my crucifix into her body, simulating the carnal act and coating the image of the Savior with her own wetness. The extreme blasphemy, the wicked abandon with which she pleasures herself, bring me quickly to the brink.

I grasp her thigh with one hand, the other a blur around me. She moans deep and long as her hand pumps faster, fucking herself deep and hard. Her back arches and I watch as more fluids than I ever imagined possible burst forth around the holy relic inside her, and the sight pushes me finally over. I release, spilling onto her thighs, her hands, her cunt. She shoves my crucifix in deeply, almost to the crossbeam, as one final release racks her body.

I step back and lower my robe. She lays panting on my bed, the crucifix slipping from her body to the floor. Both our fluids drip off her and soak into my bed linens. Her eyes are closed as she catches her breath, but her legs are still open. I realize I am still very hard.

And I can smell her.

God have mercy on my soul.

[downtowndrain]

i am trying to figure out procreate so 😩🙏 pray for me babes

[rozzywell]

Hrmmm.... it seemingly turns out the people (extremely small handful of kr mutuals) enjoy my silly kr angst ramblings.... perhaps I WILL write that thing I mentioned.... I am nothing if not a man of the people...