#here you fucking go

[incorrectmahabharatquotes]

Sahadev: I know what this is about. You're jealous of all the attention Karna is getting. Especially from Krishna.

Arjun: Please. You think I care if Krishna gives some other guy some attention? How insecure do you think I am?

Arjun: Seriously, how insecure do you think I am? I need you to tell me. Will you please tell me?

[mrsaltieri-real]

Messy Eater (Mickey Altieri X AFAB!Reader)

Word count: 2k

Warnings: NSFW 🔞, language, smut, blood, fingering, oral, (reader receiving) blood kink, eating out on period, bloody kissing, implied period sex, period pain, cramps, Mickey actually being kinda sweet but still an ass, etc

Anyone who has a period knows how much it fucking sucks. So I wrote this because why the fuck not, the inspo hit so here we are. Bashed this out today, got far too into it but we BALL. So here it is. Mickey would so go down on you on your period he just WOULD.

Fuck, you were hurting. You were hurting bad.

You laid curled up with a hot water bottle resting on your lower abdomen, groaning as you stared at the television unseeingly, desperately trying to distract yourself from the sharp and contracting pains that currently had you bed bound and incapable of moving a muscle in fear of it getting any worse.

Fuck periods.

You must’ve fallen asleep without meaning to, dreamlessly conked out when you heard someone knock at your door lightly making you respond with a quiet moan, forcing your eyes open just as Mickey poked his head around the door.

“Hey, you weren’t in class- Fuck, are you alright?”

You scowled over at him, hand moving to adjust the hot water bottle that had shifted during your slumber back to your stomach only to sigh in frustration when you realised it had turned lukewarm as you muttered, “Do I look okay?” before wincing at a sudden cramp.

With an affectionate roll of his eyes, Mickey quietly closed the door and made his way over to you, sitting down on the bed next to you carefully, his hand coming up to your face to gently wipe a loose strand of hair from your forehead and tuck it behind your ear, “What’s up?” He asked, his voice a lot softer than what you were used to.

Hesitating as you looked up at him, your teeth sunk into your bottom lips before answering simply with, “Period,” and gasped a little when another sharp cramp jolted through your abdomen, causing your body to tense beside him.

“Hmm.” He hummed softly, hand dropping from your face to his side as he stood up, beginning to strip himself of his clothes as you laughed weakly asking, “And what do you think you’re doing?”

“What’s it look like? I’m gonna make you feel better.”

“If you wanna make me feel better, make yourself useful and fill this stupid thing back up with hot water.” You pulled your blanket off, pushing the hot water bottle toward him before burrowing yourself back into your warm nest.

“I’ll do that later.” He said dismissively, discarding the last of his clothing and moving the bottle onto your bedside table and his eyes fixed on you the entire time. You eyed him, a little sceptical and knowing that damn face all too well as you slowly shook your head, “Didn’t you hear me? I’m on my period. I don’t wanna have sex, leave me alone.” Mickey laughed a little at your whiny tone as you rolled over onto your other side so you didn’t have to look at him.

All you could think about was how much of an asshole he was for trying to turn you on, knowing you couldn’t do anything about it.

“I watched a movie not too long ago, it talked about how orgasms can be the biggest form of pain relief for cramps.” You felt his hand gently run down the length of your arm before moving to gently rub small, soothing circles into your lower abdomen, the pressure and heat from his fingers making your eyes flutter slightly but you still refused to turn around and look at him, simply saying, “No.”

“What, you don’t believe me? Want me to prove it?” Mickey’s hands more firmly pushed on your hip with his palm so you were on your back again, moving so his face was inches away from yours. You could feel your resolve begin to fade as he gently kissed your lips, your neck, your collarbones before letting out a small groan, your hands moving to his shoulders to stop him from going any further. “I can’t. I haven’t even had a shower yet today.”

“Did I ask?” He retorted simply.

You couldn’t help the smile from spreading across your face as he moved his weight so he was hovering above you, littering soft kisses again from your lips and down to your stomach, pausing for a second to lift a shirt he noticed belonged to him with a small smirk. He loved when you wore his clothes.

“Wait-“ You stopped him again and he sighed impatiently, eyes flickering up to yours expectantly with a drawn out, “Yes?”

“You’re not gonna…” Your hands quickly pointed down toward your covered cunt and Mickey smiled, that stupid angelic smile as he settled in between your thighs as he tugged your shorts down, quickly discarded them at the foot of your bed and his fingers quickly coming up to lightly press against your clothed clit, smiling as he heard your sharp intake of breath as he finished for you, “Eat your pussy? Of course I am.”

“Mickey, you don’t have t- Oh!” You were quickly cut off as he pulled your panties to the side, lips eagerly attaching and cradling your clit and sucking indulgently. Your hands automatically gripped his hair as he did so, head tipping back against your pillow as you whimpered, “Oh, fuck,” softly under your breath. He let out a low moan, the metallic taste on his tongue only prompting him to explore your cunt further.

He briefly pulled back, eyes not leaving your bloody pussy as he said, “This isn’t just for you, let’s not be so selfish.” But you brain hardly registered what he had said as his mouth connected with your aching clit once again.

At some point he must have somehow gotten rid of the only thing keeping the blood plugged in because you felt his mouth leave you, eagerly tearing your panties from your body and his tongue delve inside of you, causing your body to jolt in surprise and glance down at him, eyes widening as you saw his face.

He’d never looked more excited, more fucking eager for as long as you’d known him.

His nose and cheeks were already coloured crimson with your blood as he hungrily flicked and curled his tongue, fingers coming up to catch some of the blood and using it as lubricant as he toyed with your clit with his fingers. You’d never tell him, but just seeing him like that, covered in your blood was driving you completely fucking insane in the best possible way. “M- Mickey please-“ You gasped out, hands shakily pushing at his head to no avail.

His eyes flickered up to you as he pulled away, bloody saliva connecting him to your cunt as he smiled and teasingly said, “Aww what? Too sensitive?” His bloody fingers were still moving across your clit as he spoke, your head nodding frantically as he let out a laugh, saying simply, “Too bad. You taste so fucking good, I’m gonna make all the pain go away. Trust me, you’ll be thanking me,” Before he pulled his fingers back, sucking them slowly as his eyes fell closed and he let out a groan, his head dropping eagerly back in between your stained thighs.

He pulled your legs over his shoulders, adjusting you so he had better access and his tongue dragged between your folds, not wanting to waste a single drop of your bloody arousal whilst his eyes remained closed, moaning against your cunt and sending vibrations through your entire body, the sensation making you shudder as your hands gripped your sheets, twisting and pulling at them and your back arched off the bed as he whispered, “Oh my God, you taste so fucking good baby,” against your pussy.

Mickey’s mouth moved back to your clit, nipping at it gently before taking it back between his lips to suck at it harshly, fingers finding their way to your cunt as he forced them inside knuckle deep, twisting and curling them against the perfect spot as the sound of you gasping and moaning his name like a prayer sounded like music to his ears. He would usually edge you, deny you, making you beg for it, but as you gasped out, “Please, please Mickey, oh my fucking God, please,” Over and over again like a prayer, he couldn’t help but indulge you. This was for you, after all. He couldn’t stand seeing you in this kind of pain.

His eyes flickered open, looking at your face that was staring down at him, wide eyed and desperate as your leaking cunt twitched around his fingers and your clit throbbed between his lips and he winked, a short nod of his head, pulling back for only a second to tell you to, “Fucking do it now,” and you were cumming on his fingers, unable to even try and be quiet as your back arched further off the bed, pushing yourself down greedily onto his fingers and face as you came, hard.

He didn’t waste a drop, fingers leaving your pussy in order for his tongue to delve back inside of you, curling and licking to taste the mixture of metallic blood and your arousal, the combination nothing short of euphoric for him. You finally finished, whimpering his name as your cunt flexed around his tongue.

He continued to gently lick over your twitching pussy, saying softly under his breath, “Mm, fuck it just keeps on coming, doesn’t it?” His tongue darting out and swiping across his lips. He pulled his head from between your legs, sitting on his knees as he leaned forward, arms circling your waist as he pulled you up so your ass rested on his thighs. Your chest was heaving as you panted softly from the high of your orgasm when you felt him move you, your head weakly lifting from the pillow to look at him properly.

God, he looked so good. His face was almost completely stained red, eyes dark and enticing as he looked admiringly down at your blood coated cunt as though he couldn’t look away. “So pretty.” He said softly, fingers still toying with you. You were unsure of if he was saying it to you or himself but you mumbled, “Thanks,” to him and his eyes dragged away wistfully to look at you as he asked, “You feel better?”

You thought for a second before nodding, realising the pulsing ache had been somewhat subdued for the moment and you sighed in relief, feeling pain free for the first time in two days. “God, thank you.”

A wide and cocky smile which reeked of, “I told you so,” took over his face that made your pussy automatically flutter as you saw his teeth stained with your blood, “Oh, anytime.” He said, watching as your head fell back again against the pillow.

He turned his head to look over his shoulder, eyeing the bloodstained panties curiously before glancing back at you to make sure you still weren’t looking at him before he snatched them up quickly, balling them up in his hands before he gently moved your weight off of him and stood up.

“Where are you going?” You asked, glancing at him with a small pout that made him laugh.

“Think we could both do with a bath, right?” He gestured to himself then to you and you looked down at your body, noticing that your thighs, stomach and bed sheets were completely covered in blood. God, you knew he was a messy eater but this was just next level. Mickey used your temporary distraction to slip your panties into his bag before walking toward you, his finger moving under your chin as he bent down so he was face level, “I’m gonna run us one, okay? We’ll see if there’s anything else I can do to make you feel better.”

You nodded before moving your head back quickly when he tried to kiss you, laughing nervously as he raised his eyebrows. “What, I can eat your bloody cunt but you can’t kiss me after I do it?” He sucked sharply at his teeth with a tut, shaking his head a little in what appeared to be disappointment, “Come on, how is that fair?”

He wasn’t wrong. You hesitated for a split second, long enough for Mickey to grab the back of your neck, pulling your face to his and forcing his tongue into your mouth, making you gasp in surprise as you tasted your own mixture of blood and arousal on his tongue. What surprised you was how much you loved it, whining a little as he pulled back, moving his fingers to your face to smear the quickly oxidising scarlet across your chin and cheeks, grinning triumphantly as he did so.

“Next time your cramps are bad, fucking tell me, okay? I want to be able to do this as often as I possibly can.” Mickey’s voice was assertive and serious for the first time since he’d walked in and his tone made you nod your head quickly in agreement. You weren’t going to say no if he wanted to do this.

“I promise.”

[riacte]

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[luwha]

Not telling y'all that you should be able to identify AI slop (but it is a valuable skill, you totes should), but if you're to be accusing artists of being AI left and right at least go and do your homework, or at least do the bare minimum and use AI identification tools like Hive Moderation, so you 1- don't ruin someone's lifehood 2- don't make a clown out of yourself maybe

Like, i get it, AI slop and "AI artists" pretending to be genuine is getting harder and harder to identify, but just accusing someone out of the blue and calling it a day doesn't make it any better.

The AI clowns shifted to styles that have less "tells" and the AI arts are becoming better. Yeah, it sucks ass.

They're also integrating them with memes, so you chuckle and share, like those knights with pink backgrounds, some cool frog and a funny one liner, so you get used to their aesthetic.

This is an art from the new coming set Final Fantasy for MtG. This is someone on Reddit accusing someone of using AI. From what i can tell, and i fucking hate AI, there is NO AI used on this image.

As far as i can tell and as far as any tool i've used, the Artist didn't use AI. which leads to the next one:

they accused the artist of this one of using Ai. the name of this artist is Nestor Ossandon.

He as already been FALSELY ACCUSED of using AI, because he drew a HAND THAT LOOKED A LITTLE WEIRD, which caused a statement from D&D Beyond, confirming that no AI has been used.

Not to repeat mysef, they're accusing the art above, that is by Nestor, to have used Ai.

REAL artists are not machines. And just like the AI slop, we are not perfect and we make mistakes. The hands we draw have wonky fingers sometimes. The folds we draw are weird. But we are REAL. We are real people. And hey, some of our "mistakes" sometimes are CHOICES. Artistic choices are a thing yo.

If you're to accuse someone of using Ai, i know it's getting hard to identify. But come on. At least do your due diligence.

[mochasucculent]

Was looking at refs and since Viktor has two different leg braces I was wondering, do we think he wears them simultaneously?? The refs don't perfectly line up perspective-wise so it's hard to tell but parts of the one he wears during the Hexcore scenes look like they could maybe line up with the brace that he wears over his clothes, but also some parts really don't and look like they'd be super uncomfy. Also HOW does he take these on and off. Experts weigh in

[egophiliac]

I'm still processing 7-13, in the meantime have this super quick thing! of all the things that happened that I didn't expect, one of 'em certainly was a not insignificant subplot revolving around Silver unintentionally committing international mail fraud.

[everwalldigan]

You know what would be really funny. If Jason had the most normal/conventional food taste out of his siblings (still very far from regular people’s “normal”), he’s stuck in the manor because of an injury and therefore has to witness the culinary WAR CRIMES his siblings consume for sustenance. Since there’s no Alfred to stop them anymore, they have been running rampant.

Jason: What. The fuck. Is that.

Damian, pouring out a green sludge into two cups: father and I’s breakfast smoothie, or did you hit your head hard enough to forget the concept of a smoothie?

Jason, scooting his chair away clutching his water bottle to his chest: yeah I dont know what nuclear reactive, Gotham harbour concoction you so flagrantly bestow the title of “smoothie” on but keep that shit FAR away from me

Tim: *sits down next to Jason, cracks open a can of energy drink and pours it into a glass, pouring milk on top until it reaches the brim*

Jason, with tears in his eyes looking at Dick for help:

Dick: *shrugs, shoving a fistful of dry cheerios into his mouth*

Jason: *turns his horrified gaze to Cass*

Cass: *grins at him toothily with two heaping plates of a full English breakfast sitting in front of her. He has no idea where she got it from. She is using a set of utensils for each plate.*

Jason: *stands up calmly* maybe I should stop looking for the unstable bomb I lost in the manor the other week *walks out of the kitchen, a few moments later a shrill scream is heard*

[wolfienation]

absolutely hilarious to me that agatha calls rio a bad boy when in reality rio is actually the rule following jock with infinite patience and care who brings you flowers on a first date.

agatha on the other hand is the snarky girl who gets into arguements with her teacher about the smallest details in the lecture and is constantly getting detention for cursing someone out. she's top of all her classes tho.

[anotherpapercut]

yesterday I went to a little meeting at my local queer community center and I was admiring their bookshelves and mentioned that I work at the public library and someone said "well I bet they don't have any [LGBTQ+ books] at our library" and I was like um. yes we do. we have tons of them. half of our employees are queer leftists so they said "oh well I bet they don't in [nearby rural county]" and I was like uh once again yes they absolutely do. gay people live and work there as well

so here's a quick reminder that if you don't think your local library has enough queer centered materials you should actually check before assuming, and if you're not satisfied with their collection you should submit a request for more such books. I don't know what the political landscape of libraries looks like outside the us rn, but within the us no matter where you are, I promise you there are employees at your library fighting for inclusion and intellectual freedom and they can't win without vocal public support

[friendsinsolitude]

pot, kettle.

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

“I’m a boy” “I’m a girl” ok well I’m a friend, Arthur. The best friend you have right now. The only friend you have right now. Relax, take a deep breath, relax. Calm down, friend. I’ll tell you everything you need to know, okay?

[heritageposts]

iran has the right to defend itself

[bigfatbreak]

Birds of a Feather previous / next

tw: blood

[egophiliac]

A-anime?

you know, sometimes I forget that Twst is actually an isekai that starts with the protagonist getting run over by an inexplicable horse-drawn carriage. and every time I'm reminded is a delight because that's AMAZING.

also. look. okay. there's a lot of very fun stuff in the trailer but I am obsessed with that Crowley surprised pikachu face. me when I spend all my keys and gems literally hours before they announce overblot SSRs and drop the anime trailer:

[poisoned-pearls]

Masquerade Road Trip 🚌

Okay but like…. What if instead of using mirrors they had to stuff this whole cast of people into a bus/van

It’d be a little funny

(Also turn up phone brightness to see it better. Or don’t. Idk I don’t control you)