#bitesized

[autoeroticalgolania]

https://www.instagram.com/autoeroticalgolania/

[foodwithrecipes]

Classic Canapés Recipe . Canapés are small, bite-sized snacks, making it easier to control portion sizes. They allow you to enjoy a variety of flavors without overeating. Recipe full recipe

https://foodrecipesoffical.com/wp-admin/post-new.php

[softservecbd]

Hip stretches: breathe a lot and engage ur core so your spine won’t round 👍🏽🙂

[codewithcode]

Get $40 off a bite-sized speaker for your next party

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[fafaweng]

👻 ᰽ 👼🏻 ❖ Heck (2020) "Horror Short Film" Watch Full MOVIE： ►[ youtu.be/HVQzEzW4faA ] 29MINS, #CANADA, OV ENGLISH (Official Selection Videoscream International Film Festival 2020) ❖「to be watched in the dark...alone」(Heck 2020) Watch Teaser Trailer： ►[ youtu.be/VkPyrspX7H8 ] - 46s‘ 「A little kid wakes up in the middle of night to the sound of his mom's television blaring. 」 • ❖ DIRECTOR/Hosted/WRITER： Kyle Edward Ball ❖ Distributors：Bitesized Nightmares ( From Variety on BayView's UP Film ) ❖ Stars：Jeffty Ellison, Courtney McNeilly ❖ GENRE：Horror, Experimental, Horror Short Film ❖ Pictures：Mutiny • ❖ Vidio Crucial Moment： ►「 The lights are broken.」- 02:36 ►「 I'm going to Wallie's, ok？」- 04:43 ►「 I can't open the door.」- 05:08 ►「 Goodnight.」- 07:02 ►「 Sleep later.」- 07:31 ►「 Mom. I cleaned my room.」- 08:45 ►「 23 Sleeps later.」- 14:48 ►「 49 Sleeps later.」- 15:58 ►「 I'm coloring on the carpet...」- 17:51 ►「 56 Sleeps later.」- 18:30 ►「 65 Sleeps later.」- 21:21 ►「 314 Sleeps.」- 23:52 ►「 461 Sleeps.」- 24:43 ►「 872 Sleeps.」- 25:12 ►「 3681 Sleeps.」- 26:20 ►「 18694 Sleeps.」- 26:56 ►「 mommy.」- 27:51 • ❖ More： ► [ imdb.com/title/tt23145828 ] • #Heck #Heck2020 #KyleEdwardBall #BitesizedNightmares #Variety #BayView #HorrorShortFilm #HorrorShort #HorrorFilm #Horror #BitesizedNightmares #Bitesized #Mutiny #Nightmares #OfficialSelection #VideoscreamInternationalFilmFestival2020 • ❖ #SKINAMARINK (2022) ► [ instagram.com/p/Ckekf5-PYDX ] 100MINS, #CANADA , OV ENGLISH (Official Selection #FantasiaInternationalFilmFestival2022) Directed ：#KyleBall / #KyleEdwardBall Distributors：Bitesized Nightmares ❖ More： ► [ imdb.com/title/tt21307994 ] • 獨創性極高。絕對是部 「心理學層面深層潛意識感官」 我覺得一定有很多人看不懂 但我個人肯定會收藏這兩部 整部片似乎淺淺得在告訴你什麼 聽到看到卻又若有似無的矛盾感 ❖FAFA の Skinamarink (2022) ＆ Heck (2020) 文章 + Heck(2020) 完整影片： ►[ instagram.com/p/Ckekf5-PYDX ] ►[ instagram.com/p/CmD2Cz1vgQY ] ►[ instagram.com/reel/CmDlqaXv-kC ] ( 導演製作巧合得將此兩部 長篇與短篇電影相輔相成； 帶你進入與孩童似一同好奇更深層 未知潛意識矛盾般的莫名深夜恐懼 ) 純粹 ᰽ 簡單 ᰽ 日常 孤寂 ᰽ 未知 ᰽ 恐懼 https://www.instagram.com/p/CmD2Cz1vgQY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[angel-of-sin-city]

#Cake #dessert in the #desert #cheese #cheesecake #decorating #decoration #yummy #sweet #sweets #frosting #bite #size #mini #BiteSized #Vegas #LasVegas #PhotoOfTheDay #BestOfTheDay #ArtOfTheDay #cherry #sugar #SinCity #creamy #wow #cupcake #cup #Cake #treat (at Sin City) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkrD4PVyW5j/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[martyrbat]

batman: doa

[ID: a png of Batman on his knees in front of a transparent background. His entire monochromatic body is cloaked in shadow as the ends of his cape curls dramatically. He has his hands out in front of him with his little fingers spread out to show he's attempting to crawl. The exposed portion of his face is white with low detail. END ID]

[zephyrine-gale]

marketable charms for the two other ppl in the adamlyle waiting room

[yourlove-bites]

I haven't posted this here yet but some good old permit office fanart I made a while ago

[hyunpic]

HYUNJIN | ATE TRAILER ZIP

[talktonytome]

light me up

ft. Tommy smoking + leather jacket & horny Buck- based on this post; also on ao3

Tommy takes a long drag of the cigarette, inhaling deep, deep, deep, until his lungs burn a little, but it does the trick. His shoulders slump where he leans against the wall, as tension leaves his body on the exhale. He watches the smoke unfurl in front of him, floating into the night. It’s been years since he last smoked, but the stress of today’s events put him on edge.

He shouldn’t be surprised by the amount of mishaps the 118 experiences, especially Evan, and he knows what their job entails, but today truly scared him. Evan hadn’t even been hurt that badly, some rope burn and bruises, that in the grand scheme of things weren’t particularly bad, but the fear he’d felt watching Evan plummet, before the harness caught made him feel a panic and fear he’d never felt before.

He takes another drag and exhales again, tucking his nose into the collar of the jacket, and lets the smell of worn leather and smoke fill his nostrils. It’s a bad habit, he knows, which is why he rarely indulges. His mind supplies memories of far-off sleepless nights in the middle of war, where the smoke from cigarettes, hanging limp from shaking hands, was indistinguishable from the heavier, dreadful smoke in the air.

When he shudders, he knows it’s not just from the chill of the night, but he pulls his leather jacket a bit tighter around him, one hand in his pocket. He hears more than sees the back door open, steps coming closer and soon enough, Evan comes into view.

Busted.

“Hey, I couldn’t find you,” Evan says, voice a little shaky, his favorite blanket draped over his shoulders. “Everything okay?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you,” Tommy winced. He’s well acquainted with Evan’s abandonment issues, but in his defense, he’d left his boyfriend sleeping soundly in their bed. He’d taken special care to make sure Evan was okay after the incident, holding him in his arms until the exhaustion from the day dragged him under. He takes another drag of his cigarette; He wasn’t going to pretend or try to hide what he was doing. He prides Evan’s and his own efforts at always being honest with each other.

“I know, I know, these are terrible, but I swear this rarely happens,” he explains, gesturing with the cigarette. There’s still maybe half of it left. “I really want to hold you, but I probably don’t smell great right now so let me just shower and we can-”

Tommy stops. Evan hasn’t said a word, still frozen in place in front of him. If Tommy didn’t know any better… The expression on his face is- well, frankly, screams confused and horny which wasn’t at all unusual for Evan, to Tommy’s general delight.

“Evan?” Tommy steps closer. “Let me put this out,” he bends down to stomp out the cigarette. It almost pains him to waste half, but Evan is more important.

“Wait.” Evan says, voice low, finally broken out of his trance. Tommy stills, then stands back up, bud still glowing ember and dangling between his fingers.

“O- kay,” he says slowly, eyebrow raised inquisitively.

Evan takes purposeful steps, until he’s in Tommy’s space and Tommy knows the determined set of his brow, the glint in his eyes. “Ok, let me have it,” Tommy sighs. “Yes, these are bad for my health, they can cause lung and oral cancer, what else?”

“They are and they can,” Buck agrees. “And I have about a dozen questions, but- I’ve got something more pressing on my mind right now, though,” he smirks.

Before Tommy knows what’s happening, Evan drops to his knees before him and the concrete slab of the sidewalk can’t feel great, but Evan doesn’t seem worried.

“Uh, what’s happening right now?”

Evan looks up at him and then his eyes flick to the still-lit cigarette in his hand. “Make that last baby,” he nods toward the cigarette. “You stop, I stop” he promises, eyes dark and hungry.

Tommy’s brain momentarily freezes. “Stop?”

“I was gonna ask to try that, but I think I’d rather have something else in my mouth right now.”

Evan reaches for his fly, deft fingers unfastening the button on his jeans and unzipping him, then slowly pulls him out, until he feels the cool breeze where he’s now painfully hard. He guides Tommy's free hand to grip his curls.

Oh. Tommy groans, throwing his head back, and takes a drag from the cigarette, as Evan takes him into his mouth.

Maybe they both needed something a little life-affirming tonight.

[jesncin]

How would you rank the designs of Superman’s crest? Do you have a favorite? Do you have a least favorite?

Ooh interesting question! While I'm not the kind of person who would get into fights over how Superman's crest should look, I do have preferences- mostly with what narratively resonates with Superman (boo tomato booo that's what you always saaay).

My "hottest take" is that I disagree with the idea that his "S" logo should look more alien/sci fi, I actually like that it looks like an "S"! Because that gives the narrative opportunity to show that this is a Superman who wants to be accessible to human beings, so he likes that Ma Kent mistranslated an alien symbol into an S. Characters like Kara who are more culturally connected to Krypton should don the more alien looking S to contrast against him. I get that Clark could reclaim the alien S, but I like the idea that he made the symbol what represents him specifically. While not great for branding I personally like it when the Superfam have different symbols.

idk if I care for the Kingdom Come inspired logo if I'm honest haha. It just looks like a "\" to me instead of an "S" like I think it goes for minimalism to the point it begs me not to have feelings about it? Extremely subjective of me, but I wasn't crying sobbing throwing up like other Superman fans were.

don't piss me off asdfasfd. I know I'm a loud hater of this show but I'll be objectively subjective here and say this symbol is just eh to me. Too angular. She's lacking curves.

I know these colors aren't what Superman is usually reimagined with (people streamline the red and yellows so Superman can be all primary colors) but I like this one? Not only is it a fun nod to the Fleischer design, but it modernized the S in a way I find really appealing. The difference in colors directs my eye to the S more because the red pops out so much from it. And it looks the most "Circus Strongman" to me somehow. Plus it's got narrative importance in the story, which I find almost all other Superman media not taking advantage of! She's my favorite. I like her.

[auspicioustidings]

I love you commenters and anons but I gotta tell you that everytime I've been asked to turn a concept into a fic and then have done so the fic has flopped so hard and destroyed my fragile self-confidence for like 3-5 business days :(

[llamagoddessofficial]

Happy birthday! 🎂

EATS THEM

[reverielibrary]

After a long and hard week, you're exhausted, and you're looking forward to a weekend in. The house creaks extra loud as you enter, and you find the bed made with the blankets tucked open and decorated in lily petals from the garden—a clear invitation for some amorous attention from your invisible paramour. You would like nothing more than a repeat of last weekend (the floorboards were hardly the only thing creaking), but you're tired and you need to slow down, to unwind and relax. You're not sure you could handle being thrown around the room and pinned against the walls to be fucked senseless after the week you've had. You say this to the empty air, and in the corner of the room the rocking chair starts to tip back and forth a little, almost like a nod. Your ghost understands.

After a much needed hot shower, you head wearily downstairs in your bathrobe, knowing you'll have to scrounge up something to eat before you can crawl into bed. When you plunk down the stairs, you're surprised to find supper warm & served on the table—nothing fancy, reheated leftovers accompanied by a generous glass of wine—and you ask if your ghost did that for you. Your chair pulls out from the table. That's a yes. You smile a little, still taken aback, and say thank you.

You can feel that undeniable presence just behind you all through supper and following you upstairs. When you sit at the vanity in your bedroom, the brush floats up and is worked gently into your hair by an invisible hand with careful strokes. You melt into the sensation, comforted by the care. When you're ready to get into bed, you jokingly say, "No peeking," as you slip out of your bathrobe, knowing full well your ghost saw you all of you, always. When you put on your nightshirt, you feel the buttons being done up for you before you can reach them and smile.

When you get into bed, it's already warm, an otherwordly tingle to the air there. If you squint, you can almost see the outline of your lover hovering at the side of your bed, watching over you. That raises goosebumps on your arms and neck. You hadn't expected them to be so sweet, and your mind was starting to wander as you relaxed more and more. Curling up, you mumble into you pillow that while you couldn't go as hard as last time, you'd still like to be intimate with your ghost if they would have you, so long as they go slow and gentle.

At first nothing happens, and you wonder if maybe they're not in the mood. Then you feel the icy shock of cold handprints sliding up your legs, your thighs, your hips. You glance up and see nothing but a bit of a blur there, a strange thicker shadow in the dark. You roll a bit more onto your stomach, pushing your ass up in a little offer. Those icy hands are grabbing at you now, invisible fingers pressing and squeezing, but still being careful, soft.

They waste no time in slipping under your clothes though, pulling the blanket over the both of you so you're lost in the dark with them, melting together. Those cold fingers find their way inside you, gently working you open, exploring your insides with slow thrusts as you moan into your pillow. There is a shift in the sheets, and a single cold kiss graces your neck. Then you feel your pyjama pants being pulled down to your knees and you feel a much bigger fill slide into your waiting hole, the shock of the chill and the stretch of it making you gasp. You feel a weight pressing you down into the bed, not too heavy but enough that you are pinned in place, your ghost filling you up. You feel puffed breaths on your ear and smile.

"Nice and slow," you tell them, and though they could easily toss you about and take you however they wanted, your ghost slides in and out of you at a calm, unhurried pace. You didn't think it was possible for them to fuck you deeper than last time, but you think this might be the tradeoff for not being as rough and fast, and you are more than happy to accept it. You want little more than to be fucked like this for hours, and it seems your ghost is more than happy to make that come true.

[ishgard]

viper & bard 100!!

for a while now but finally, gingerly, prodding at getting some posing in thanks to @twelveswood <3<3<3