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[tfc2211]

Play Movie ▶ DRUGSTORE COWBOY (1989) 

[fanofspooky]

Even more Phantasm II behind the scenes

[crumbargento]

Uccellacci e uccellini - Pier Paolo Pasolini - 1966 - Italy

[inavagrant-a]

He is not above finding a way to make his partners immortal even if it is against their will.

[stevebabey]

Yeah but then you won't feel full and how are you gonna get your omega 3s rubaby :( I can't take a final on pancakes, bacon, and hashbrowns I need the brain food‼️ tragic pitting four bad bitches against each other

sanne i read omega and i blacked out i was like oh my GOD what have you SENT ME — sorry that you can’t do that brekkie but i certainly could and i WILL

[80smovies]

[warforced]

the tableau has been set : anguished actors ready to take their place on stage. this is a tragedy of epic proportions. this is a melodrama. this is life. each prop has been placed with precise particularity — for if nothing else went well in her life , ms seo knows how to style a room. & now our weary director must wait in the wings for her cast of deathly avengers to arrive.

draped in finery ( and here , finery means: not her usual jeans and shirt ) , michi paces the hallway of her own home , a path so well - trodden it is perhaps a miracle the floor has not vanished beneath her heeled feet. it is not nerves that inspire her movements , rather excitement that grows ever more at the approach of the evening’s festivities.

it had been too long since this murder of crows had convened in a social situation.

some new faces had joined — clowns alike in the outside world yet here their true masks would be worn. some were old friends : a decade working side by side ensured there was some degree of trust , at least. i will protect you , if you protect me. and a lioness always protects her pride.

location: seo townhouse , manhattan. closed starter for: the executioners. @jezebelrisen @gildcdglory @chorusgirls @crestfallon @unbrokenfm

[videcoeur]

this is beautiful, I am going to frame it and look at it every day

Crocodile, my beloathed, my beloved, you fucking piece of shit, I love you so much

[alwayswonderingandwandering]

rs accessoires

[marblerose-rue]

OK getting content regardless / info below the cut for the sake of saving space!! and partial dsmom spoilers

click for better quality !! idk why tumblr nerfs it so often

these 3 are the main characters of the au pretty much . after strange and america (who renames herself spangle leapthrough, she enjoys her time in equestria for the most part but strange legitimately cannot stand it. and only begins to warm up by the time they're able to leave [he also refuses to change his name]) they land in a mlp-ified universe where all of the problems seem superficial and a bunch of mcu characters who are dead are still present. they figure out theyre not the only ones who dont belong in the universe though, and *thats* where the real problems come. they try to get as much info on this dangerous cosmic being that threatens the universe theyre in from spellcaster (strange's pony counterpart). and he doesnt want any help, because hes claimed the lonely title of 'being the only one competent enough to stop it'. strange wants to be the one to fix it bc like the worm, theyre not from equestria . so obviously he has to do it. its p much a power struggle between them and its pretty much up to spangle to get legitimate help because spellcaster is insistent they use as little magic as possible (and for good reason bc the worm absorbs residual magic to grow stronger) so that puts a lot of pressure on a lot of ponies who use magic . i thiiiink thats it

[chaosmultiverse]

The more I think about adding the HS muses, the more I’m thinking I should have a blanket tag for the whole fandom due to all the many very uncomfortable tw’s all of the characters will need. Which while I don’t plan on rp’ing the creepy shit, it’s still apart of the characters and may come up in past tense.

[froggitry]

if someone ever got me a birthday cake covered in fondant I would kill them

[ben-the-hyena]

Now I am VERY confused. The last episode of Once Upon a Time... Man showed it was all told my Pierre as a history teacher in the end

Yet at the beginning of the episode, it's 1957 and we see that same Pierre teaching. Uh ? Uh ok the first show takes place in the 50's instead pf the 70's fine-

BUT WAIT THEN WHY IS *THERE* PIERRE, LE GROS AND LE TEIGNEUX AS KIDS AT THE SAME TIME ? WE AGREE THIS IS LE GROS NOT PETIT GROS

We notice the classrooms and students' fashion are different between the beginning and the end, so perhaps Pierre's father was a history teacher too and they just happened to look alike and use the same world map with a gap of 20 years, and at the beginning it was Pierre's father and in the end Pierre. If you look well the suits are not even the same color, one grey one blue (and we can say the kid who looks like Pierrot in that 2nd pic is Pierre but badly drawn with art inconsistancy)

BUT THEN WHY DOES PETIT GROS STILL LOOKS LIKE HIS FATHER INSTEAD OF HIMSELF IN THIS LAST EPISODE ? AND PIERROT LOOKS LIKE A MIX OF HIMSELF AND PIERRE !? HECK PETITE PIERRETTE EVEN LOOKS ENTIRELY LIKE HER MOTHER HERE INSTEAD OF HAVING LIGHTER STRAIGHT HAIR

Because it HAS to be them and not their dads, the shirts and haircuts feel more 70's than 1950's. Mistake at the last episode since the style is inconsistant with its low budget anyway ?

Then WHY THE *FUCK* DOES PIERROT HAVE 2 LITTLE SIBLINGS WHO LOOK LIKE HIMSELF AND PETITE PIERRETTE DID AS KIDS *THEY ARE THE ONLY 2 KIDS OF THEIR FAMILY IN THE WHOLE FRANCHISE WHO ARE THESE CHILDREN ARE THERE THERE JUST TO SYMBOLIZE THE FUTURE WILL THEY DIE FROL PNEUMONIA ARE THEY THE SPIRITUAL "GHOSTS" OF THE PAST OF THEIR PARENTS OR THEMSELVES WTF (YEAH I WILL GO WITH THE LAST ONE MIXED WITH THE FIRST BECAUSE THE SHOW TENDS TO CLONE CHARACTERS FOR HISTORICAL STORIES ANYWAY)

Ok so we are good-

WAIT WHY IN 1957 PIERRE'S MOTHER IF WHAT WE ESTABLISHED IS TRUE LOOKS LIKE THE FUTURE MOTHER OF HIS CHILDREN

LAZY DESIGN AND ANIMATION ? OEDIPUS COMPLEX ? OR SHE IS NOT HIS MOTHER BUT PIERRETTE'S MOTHER SINCE WE DO SEE PIERRETTE AS A KID IN HER FURURE HUSBAND'S NEIGHBORHOOD ?!

NO IT CAN'T BE THAT WE SEE THEM NOT BEING SHOWN AS PIERRETTE AND PIERRE BUT PETITE PIERRETTE AND PIERROT AKA SIBLINGS WITH THE 2 ADULT AS MARRIED PARENTS IN THE 1950'S. IS IT NOT THE 1950'S ANYMORE AND WE JUMPED TOWARDS THE 1970'S WITH NO TRANSITION !?!?!

I NEED ASPIRIN

[4filen0tfound4]

EW EW EW HES SO FUCKING UGLT EWWW

[k-atsukibakugou]

happy birthday to the man!! — katsuki sees your sex toys once and is haunted by what you look like using them

pairing: bakugou x f!reader w/c: 1.5k warning/s: nsfw 18+, m! & f!masturbation; sex toys, i think that's everything notes: this is a bit short BUT i had to get something out for the man, this took me like 2 weeks to write but hopefully now i'll be out of my slump a little bit! pls enjoy c:

crossposted to ao3 • masterlist • wip updates & voting • kofi • askbox

18+ MINORS & BLANK BLOGS DNI

fuck… he really doesn’t know when the lines started to blur between friend and fantasy, from wanting to hang out with you to wanting you, from talking to you about your day to being bricked up hearing your voice. yet, here he was, hot water streaming down his neck, plastering damp hair to his forehead; the water pouring over his head nowhere near enough to wash his mind of you.

he’d been plagued by you, morning to night, even in his damn dreams since he tried to find a phone charger at your place.

it’s not like he was snooping, he wasn’t trying to find that sort of thing, bakugou was only trying to find your spare charger, he’d seen you put it in one of these drawers before, how was he meant to know you left your spare chargers right below all of that?

he’d slammed the drawer shut the absolute second he realised exactly what he was staring at; the bedside drawer stuffed to the brim with bright, phallic toys, a collection of smaller, rounder vibrators, something that looked awfully similar to a gag, and he heard the telltale metal clinking of at least one pair of handcuffs against the wood when he slammed it closed. embarrassing heat crawled up his neck, burning his cheeks and setting the very tips of his ears alight. stuck in the same spot, mouth half opened dumbly, his eyebrows creased in the centre of his face, all blood rushing from his brain down to his half-hard cock already straining against his pants, the need making him ache.

every hour since that, he’d spent thinking of what your wet cunt looked like swallowing the toys; so pretty and drippy, how it looked tensing around nothing when you came from the buzzing of your vibrator, how you’d look writhing and moaning handcuffed with that gag in your mouth, how your drool would stain your shirt, sticking the fabric to your skin. god, it was just so lewd, even under the purifying water, he felt dizzy, sticky, hot, sweaty, the image of your toys burnt into his retinas, no matter what he tried to distract himself with, he always saw your toys at the forefront of his mind, the perverted imagery refusing to budge from its newfound home.

bakugou groans, a deep, rough sound drowned out by the even buzzing echoing in his ears, the sound slowly building, kicking to a new level when your whine drowns it out. you always start nearly silent in his dreams, just tiny gasps escaping your parted lips when you’d nestle the toy right against your clit. you only get louder from there, your eyebrows scrunching together like his own were, marking two little tallies in the middle, tilting upwards at the centre as you pulled your lip up between your teeth. the motion did absolutely nothing to muffle your sounds, your whimpers and moans only growing louder with every heave of your chest, every passing moment with the vibrator pressed to your pulsing clit making your hips jolt into it.

you reach between your thighs with a whine that sounds all too similar to his name torn from your lips, dipping your fingertips in your slick cunt, collecting all the cum gathering at your trembling hole without even taking a breather from humping your vibrator like your life depended on it. your movements grew jerkier and jerkier the longer the intense vibrations were held to your drooling pussy, your eyes fluttering closed with a breathless shout of his name, shaky, wet thighs squeezing around your hand, even as the vibrator slipped from your grip, falling forgotten onto the sheets beneath you, the constant stimulation growing too much for you—

“fuck.” he really couldn’t help it, his hand travelling lower down his abdomen, trailing behind droplets of water still running down his torso to his hard cock, the tip already leaking from the thought of you. wrapping his fist around the base of his cock, he squeezed once before twisting his wrist, slowly jerking his cock, wondering if you were in your shower doing the same, fucking yourself on one of your toys imagining him in its place just as he wished it was your warm cunt squeezing around his dick instead of his hand.

“katsukiii—” bakugou can feel you beside him, your figure displacing the dense steam surrounding him, a heavy, thick silicone dildo hanging from the glass wall of the shower, your figure slick and soapy from the shower, damp hair sticking to the soft skin of your neck and face when you bent at the waist, lining the tip of the plastic cock up with your drooling hole. the head of the cock would slide into your cunt all too easily in his fantasies, always greedy to watch you take more and more, inch by inch sinking onto it. your mouth falls further open the more you take of the toy, the pleasure too much for you to even hold your head up by the time your ass was pressed against the cool glass, your back arching with the tip of the dildo nestled deep inside your cunt. he wonders if the curve of it would rub on your g-spot at this angle, if it would drive you crazy grinding against the glass, whining when you can’t take it anymore.

bakugou’s head falls back thinking of you reaching for the shower head, his cock pulsing in his hand when he grips the base, his muscles tensing and relaxing while he tried desperately not to cum; the image of you playing behind his eyelids making that a near impossible task. even with his eyes squeezed shut, there you are at the forefront of his mind, switching the settings of the shower head to a concentrated stream, aimed directly at your aching clit, your broken moan jolting his hips forward into his hand, stroking the length languidly. your voice wavered, repeating his name again, the stimulation inside and outside your cunt just so overwhelming.

bracing against the tile with your spare hand, you lift yourself back off the toy, the base suctioned to the glass remaining stuck as you grew quicker in your movements, starting to bounce and roll your hips in a smooth tempo. he matches the pace of your hips with his fist, his breath coming out in nothing but deep huffs. his uneven groans were nothing compared to your sweet chorus of moans and whines, an endless symphony playing in his head of “ah-ah-ah”’s and “mmmng”’s the closer you got, your cum coating the toy just like his pre was smearing all over his fist.

he can’t help the guttural sound that escapes him next, a garbled, broken version of your name when your thighs tremble, your knees only moments away from buckling from the pure bliss; the water is still aimed at your clit, even when you can’t bounce on the dildo anymore, wave after wave of pleasure drowning you until your eyes rolled into your skull and your cum gathered in a creamy ring at the base of the toy, your ass flattening against the glass as you greedily took more of the toy, intensifying the euphoria wracking through your body. he knows your toy fills your cunt so perfectly, knows how you’d hump the air to get more and more of the water aimed at your clit, unrelenting in chasing your orgasm, jolting and jerking until your knuckles turned white against the tile wall, until your voice was so high and loud it didn’t even sound like you anymore.

he wonders if you’d ever screamed taking the fake cock, if you’d ever been so overwhelmed you squealed, your pretty cunt clenching around the toy, milking the poor plastic for everything it can’t give you, or if he’d be the first to make you cum so intensely.

“ka-aa-ki—” you can’t even spit his name out, your name the same mess on his plump lips, caught so hard between sharp teeth he worries he’ll split the thin skin. all his muscles tense, his abdomen clenching low on his stomach, the veins stretching along the underside of his cock throbbing with the need to join you in the throes of pleasure, to cover your cunt in milk white cum you desperately tried to squeeze from the silicone.

your name is a choked mantra tumbling from his lips, over and over again, dark crimson eyes rolling into the back of his skull the longer you bounced on the toy, pinching sensitive nipples between your slippery, soapy fingers, dragging your orgasm out as long as you could, as long as he would, until your knees were weak and your couldn't even manage to dumbly spit out his name anymore.

“fuck.” he damn near whines, a mess of cum covering his fingers, coating his knuckles as he kept fucking his fist through the waves of his own orgasm, shivering even with the hot water running down his body, cleaning his hand even as he continued to stroke his cock, relaxing his muscles as his toes still curled, his knuckles stark white against the tile.

his head fell forward onto the cooling tile, a temporary relief for the haziness swirling around in the steam.

shit, how was he meant to look you in the eyes after this?

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[calochortus]

The heart of Nature! by Adrien Bitzenhoffer Via Flickr: These so cute flowers are part of a plant named Bleeding Heart (Lamprocapnos spectabilis, formerly Dicentra spectabilis).