#altes Ding

[ihkostwrttemberg]

„Babygirl“ von Halina Reijn als Hommage an erotische Dramen der Vergangenheit

Zu Hause ist die niederländische Filmemacherin Halina Reijn als gefeierte Bühnen- und Filmschauspielerin bekannt, auch wenn sie den Ruf hat, zu viel zu teilen. „Ich bin bei radikalen Hippies aufgewachsen, deshalb lehrt mich niemand Grenzen“, sagt sie ohne Entschuldigung. „Ich bin für alles offen. Das macht den Menschen in den Niederlanden Angst. Es ist wie: ‚Ich brauche deine Ehrlichkeit im…

[dementialmaiden]

I just think he's neat :>

[couch-house]

[posts comet in the night time and goes to sleep]

[halflifebutawesome]

If you happen. To still be taking requests. Would you be amiable to drawing gordon in MacReady's big dumb hat from The Thing (hlvrai or og dealer's choice) 🤠

ok technically requests are closed but it’s The Thing and also this made me laugh really hard

[spock-adoodledoo]

妙先生之火泽暌笑人传 — Mr. Miao: the Tale of Xiaoren and Huo Ze (2014)

[dextivestudios]

I like Doctor Who, I like cartoons (my fursona is older than the episode Lux), so naturally...

I gave Lux Imperator a furry awakening. Because if I can't draw that, then what is the point of being able to draw at all???

[official-lauchzwiebel]

BundID hates my gay ass

[recherchen-und-archiv]

Um zwei Uhr morgens dubiose PDF Dateien zu durchforsten um mehr über die Beziehung zwischen JoWo von Go und August von Go herauszufinden ist auch irgendwie eine Situation in der man sich befinden kann

[toastedcinnamonflakes]

Had to read "die Erfindung des Jazz im Donbass" for uni and now I'm ready to kill a man. Specifically meinen Dozenten, weil der mir diesen Mist aufgebürdet hat. Dieses Buch mäandert 380 Seiten lang herum, überfällt einen dann mit einem Knüppel, wirft einem eine wahnsinnig offensichtlich formulierte Weisheit hin und lässt einen dann sitzen. Charaktere? Langweilig. Handlung? Verläuft sich. Sexismus? Einhundert Prozent, Baby.

[starrypawz]

So I'm aware that goth is less outwardly political than goth but sometimes I've had moments like you guys could stand to be just a smidge more political just saying

[kingofdorkville]

sure I'd love to diy my own clothes but i can't even cut in a straight line

[xellandria]

80 #37, Horde #16, Warrior #4; 80 #38, Alliance #22, Death Knight #1. It's a little embarrassing that my first DK is nearly 40 characters into leveling, but I've only got two of them at the moment, and I originally wanted to learn how to play unholy with the other, which I haven't gotten around to doing yet (and it may be a little late since she's level 76 now lmao)

I also forgot there was an achievement for "one of every class at max" so that's extra embarrassing to only just get now, lmao u__u oh well.

[schnaf]

ich vermiss freier fall

[petra-kolossa]

Kleinigkeiten, die das Leben runden

[unnonexistence]

wonderful phrase spotted in the wild:

Signwriter's Gilding Tip, made of fine squirrel hair

[madamechrissy]

Losing Control Now- Mafia Gojo part two Preview/snippet

It's HERE

Pairings: Mobster Gojo x bartender F!reader

CW: Sexual tension, hurt/comfort- gonna be angsty chap for our reader she's a lil bit of a mess, Toru gonna take care of her dw

“What fucking happened!? Can you just share your location?” Satoru’s already desperate as he slips into his car, his driver waiting for his orders.

“You can’t see me like this.” You whisper miserably, sipping more of the cheap wine. “I am a fucking wreck, please don’t.”

“Do you live far from the bar?”

“No…”

“Then let me come see you.”

“Why?” You whisper, and he exhales, heart pounding as he hears it, the pain in your voice.

“I just want to see you. Please?” You sigh then, and he hears a ding, as you share your location.

“I’m telling you, I’m not good company right now.”

“I’m on my way.” As he hangs up, you take shaky hands, struggling as you go to the mirror, swiping at the pesky mascara trails from work makeup that’s been on for hours. You try to put yourself together, taking down your hair clip, letting it fall and frame your face, cheeks flushed, eyes puffy from tears.

When Satoru gets there, half your cheap bottle is down your throat, and you’re just a little wobbly as you open your door, Satoru presses you inside then, shutting the door quickly, your back against the cool wood. His hand cups your face, brushing over your heated skin, as you look up at him, like some fucking dream in the night, you take several breaths, just standing there.

“Shit, you are the prettiest mess I’ve seen.” He murmurs then, and you giggle through a fresh onslaught of tears, your hands trailing up his chest.

“You’re like the only good fucking thing right now, I know that’s too much. We just met… I know I sound insane.” Satoru shakes his head, leaning lower. “I’m going to scare you with all my baggage.”

“Can’t scare me, baby girl.” He murmurs, leaning even closer, tasting the wine on your breath, sighing. “Having a party?”

“A pity fucking party.” He laughs softly with you again, this stranger damn near gets you just looking at you, just standing here. Your body relaxes, your heart thrumming in your chest.

“Think I haven’t had a pity party?” His eyes are glimmering, so beautiful you fall into them then, hands trailing down his chest, lower, watching his snowy lashes flutter, his lips part.

“Want the long version or the short?” You whisper, and Satoru tilts his head, hands now trailing down the nip of your waist, still in your little work dress, and god you do look so sexy in it.

“We have a couple hours, and I have a driver, why don’t we just…” His big hands unbuckle the belt at your waist. “Relax, hmm?”

“Yeah, you want my cheap ass wine Mr. Gojo?” You tease, he smirks then, nodding.

“Show me what you have, think I’m bougie?”

“Sure do.” You giggle then, noses touching before you press your lips against his, and it takes everything in him not to just fuck you right on your door, to hold himself back and just let you flow, to be what you need. He kisses you though, so deeply, lapping at your lower lip, swollen from you biting it so much, a hand enwrapped in your loose hair.

“God, the cheap wine tastes good on you.” He says, and you sigh, pressing a kiss on his pointy chin. “Wanna get out of this work suit? Sexy as it is.”

“You want me undressed, huh?”

“What do you think?” Satoru presses against you, and you feel him, hot and hard against your tummy, making you gulp and tremble.

“I think you’re too perfect.”

“Pshh, me? You haven’t gotten to know all of me yet.”

“I want to. Shit, I-”

Satoru slams his lips on yours again, a hungrier kiss now, sliding the little houndstooth pattern blazer right off your shoulders, tongue slipping into your mouth deeper. “I wanna know you too.”

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