#it’s giving miserable core

[pennyserenade]

the swimmer (1968) is probably one of my top ten favorite films of all time. it’s genuinely one of the most innovative movies i’ve ever seen. you start off the movie with a group of people dotting over this one middle aged man swimming in a pool, telling him how good he looks, and how he hasn’t changed a bit since college. he takes to the praise but you know he’s used to getting it. then, as he gets out of that pool and goes next door to swim in their pool, you begin to realize something is amiss. you’re not exactly sure what, but the man has said he’s going to swim in everyone’s pool in the county until he gets back home and that’s a little odd. but everyone seems happy enough to greet him, so you shrug it off. they ask him how everyone is - the kids, the wife - and he responds warmly. you begin to get this idea that he’s all american, the sort who eats regularly at the country clubs and lives in a big house with nice cars. he doesn’t worry. he’s charming and life is good. he continues to go to these different houses and into these different pools, and each time you learn something new about him through the way he’s treated by the owners of these pools and the people he talks to on the way to them. people get less nice, less familiar. when he beams with joy, they worry or they’re mean. when he talks about his wife and kids, they look at him like he’s crazy. but no one outright says what’s wrong with man. you start the movie thinking this man is something of a god. he gets out of a pool dripping wet and looking magnificent in nothing but a pair navy blue swim trucks that fit his athletic frame beautifully. but gradually you realize he’s no god; he’s the most mortal man you can find and he’s losing his mind because he’s lost all that once made him great: his status, his money, his family. even the mistress he treated cruelly pities him now. it’s so so so so good

[heymacy]

IAN GALLAGHER + his journey with bipolar disorder

╰┈➤ “At times, being bipolar can be an all-consuming challenge, requiring a lot of stamina and even more courage, so if you’re living with this illness and functioning at all, it’s something to be proud of, not ashamed of." - Carrie Fisher

[utilitycaster]

Related to the last post, I haven't said anything because I need to sit with it and see how Ashton responds in the long-term, but man, it's got to be absolutely earth-shattering (pun genuinely unintended, I can't come up with a better word for it) to be so angry at the concept of fate, or at how the gods never helped you, and then see a vision of the version of you where things went "well" and realize that in that version of the world, you fucking sucked.

[cienie-isengardu]

Mortal Kombat 1 Behind the Scenes AU: Get. Lost

[Cage’s Mansion] [Waiting for Liu Kang] [Special Bonus] [Grandmaster’s commentary] [Climbing scene] [Madam Bo’s Inn] [Cage’s Mansion 2 (fire extinguisher)] [Medic] [Shang Tsung’s sad face] [Smoke’s Fall] [Scenography (1)] [Scenography (2)] [Show off!] [Favorite brother] [Climbing on the wall (nonsense)] [Tomas’ commentary] [Perfectly fine] [Sexy, sexy man~♪] [Brothers between filming - Scenography(3)] [Wrong team!] [Since when you two are friends?!] [I like being evil sorcerer more] [I forgot my line, sorry!] [Read the script Kuai!]

[doctor-who-war-doctor]

The Backbone of Rosas fr

[dont-hug-me-its-yuri]

genuinely cannot explain how important the song “The Ballad of Hamantha” is to my version of Special One

[lovelyrotter]

haldirk period sex. is this anything

[bravevolunteer]

avoiding posting too many spoilers but i need you guys to know that while, yes i AM still tinfoil hatting about my verse, movie mike would probably kick game mike's ass lmao-

[lobpoints]

The way Ayin is my favorite LC character but I literally can't talk about him except with my friends

[ennuidays]

think im back in my Everyone is stupid era bcuz im mad at people for literally no reason

[riddlerosehearts]

finally getting back to my majora's mask playthrough (that i've been doing with my dad, and pretty much totally stopped a couple months ago when i got obsessed with xenoblade 3 instead) and tbh. i think i can say for certain at this point that this game is deeply, thoroughly unfun and frustrating to both me and my dad and i don't get why most zelda fans seem to laud it as the greatest one ever that nobody could possibly dislike.

[jvzebel-x]

🦋

[pseudowho]

"Hey...are you finished yet?"

You sidled up to Kento in the kitchen, impatient, his waist snatched by his apron as he chopped chillies. He knew what you wanted, and chastised you without venom, a wry half-smile upon his mouth.

"If you want dinner, you'll wait a few more minutes."

You loitered by the counter, one leg stretching out to stroke at Kento's hip, your toes trailing round his waist, and down, and--

Kento coughed, grabbing your toes against his lap, dropping his knife and giving his hands a cursory wash under the tap. Holding your foot to him, he closed in until your knee was crumpled to your chest, and you giggled as he glowered down at you.

He leaned down, his voice rumbling, appraising your body in his shirt with hungry eyes. Lifting you up on the counter, he continued to chastise you to your laughter, his voice low at your neck as he made love to it.

"You're not wearing anything under there, are you, Mrs.Nanami? Impatient. Filthy."

Giggles turned into sighs, turned into whimpers as Kento tangled a gripping hand in the front of your shirt, affectionately restraining you while his fingers slid down to your core, slipping between your folds until he found his aim.

Kento allowed himself one long-fingered dip inside you with a shudder, before rolling practiced circles over your clit.

You nuzzled into him with a sigh, feeling so oddly sensitive down there. The feeling built, a strange warm prickle, thinking Kento must have doused his fingers in magic and sin before they met their mark. You shivered, whimpering, the feeling building.

"...ungh...hot..."

"Mmm...yes, you certainly are. Could always edge you like this until you--"

"--no-- no, Kento-- hot, it's hot!"

Kento pulled back in alarm at the terror in your voice, keen eyes narrowed and fixed on you. You both stared at each other for a moment in dumb confusion.

His eyes flicked down to his fingers, still as the grave between your lips. Your eyes flicked over to the chillies he'd been chopping just minutes before.

"Kento, the--"

"--the chillies, fuck, shit, I'm so sorry--"

You shrieked, slapping his glistening fingers away, your face twisted in pain. "--oh my fucking god, Kento, you fucking idiot--"

"--excuse me, I am sorry, but if I recall, you were the one who seduced me--"

"--why did you let me?!"

You shrieked again, the Great Fire of London blazing at the crest of your thighs. Kento jolted to life, darting to the fridge, reassuring you, while he berated you, while you panicked in pain.

"--hang on, hang on, you'll be alright--shit..."

Kento slopped milk into a glass, shoving his hand into it and walking back over to you as you lay back on the counter, one hand clasped over your burning vagina. Kento's voice rumbled, authoritative, his hair mussed and sweaty.

"Open up."

"--you're fucking joking, Kento--"

"Do as you're told. This will help. Open up."

Half-laughing, half-crying, half-aflame, more agony than woman, you kicked at Kento while he huffed a laugh, batting your thighs apart.

Still weakly objecting, you gasped when he sunk two milky fingers between your folds, dipping his hand once more in the cold milk, and back again. Milk, labia. Milk, labia.

Lying back with your hands over your face, miserable with shame, you could do nothing while Kento milk-fingered the burning chillies off you. You could feel him trying to look serious and mournful as he did it.

"Stop laughing, Kento--"

"I would never."

"--you absolutely are--"

"I wouldn't dare, my love."

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You and Kento ate your curry in silence. Kento's face was fixed throughout, deliberately solemn. You glared over at him occasionally, mulish, the ghost of a fire still lingering at your core.

Kento finished his curry, clearing his throat. He barely hid the crooked smile behind his napkin.

"That was delicious."

"...yeah. I guess it was."

"I do fancy a glass of milk though."

"--alright, that's it. Get undressed-- I'm giving you a blow job--"

"--darling--you've just eaten chillies--"

"Exactly."

Kento paled, voice tight as he begged for his life. "Please don't."

[tainbocuailnge]

being a woman is a miserable experience even for those who want to be women and it's immensely frustrating how this is held over the heads of people who are miserable as women because they don't want to be women. you tell the psychologist meant to diagnose you with gender dysphoria so you can get your fucking horned mones that being a woman makes you miserable and they tell you that's normal and not enough to convince them you'd be happier as a man. and it's true that being a woman is often miserable, but why is that reason to deny the option of being a man! are there not plenty women who are miserable because they are women but have no desire to be a man? are there not men who would give up everything to become women even after being told their whole life that to be a woman is a miserable experience? one of the core tenets of transphobia is that to be a woman means to be miserable, and both the possibility of getting to stop being a woman and the possibility of wanting to become a woman in spite of this are threats to it. any feminism that allows transphobia into its ideology cannot ever actually relieve women's misery because to do so would undermine its own premises, and is therefore worse than useless

[anantaru]

who do u think gives the best head? and who do u think needs a little help in that department?

including. zhongli, neuvillette

warnings. oral (fem! receiving), fingering, fem! reader

— zhongli + best head giver

with his hands cupping your breasts, greedily squeezing them, within the same breath, zhongli's tongue seeps and licks into your hole, your body clenching miserably beneath him as he makes your cunt twitch and grind into his face— and it's the way you did it, addicted by the trace of his wet muscle, the mind altering licks of his hot saliva covering your folds.

he was a natural at this, but was it a little intimidating? yes, but zhongli would always make you feel like you're the only one he wants to do this to, all night long— after all, his experience was unmatched to any other and per your request, he begins to add a finger to your hole, slowly pushing it inside while wrapping his lips around your clit.

he quietly hums into your achy flesh before suckling your pearl harder and harder into his mouth, your eyes basically rolling back into your head when he does it again, pumping his finger in and out, sucking on your clit— and your throat was tight, painfully so, your moans sharp and biting, it was nearly too overwhelming to receive the rapture he gave you.

the pleasurable vibrations and zhongli's inability to remain quiet only turned you hotter, your skin on fire and pussy aching to be filled by not just a single finger, no, but him, his thick, pulsing cock only waiting to be freed from the tight confinements of his pants.

you arch your back blissfully, moaning shamelessly while reaching down to press his head further into your cunt, flinching each time you noticed the sensitive pulsing of your pussy at his licks and finger curling up to your sweet spot, your core pulsing pulsing pulsing, feeling full, you want him deeper and deeper and deeper, while you cannot possibly stop getting wetter.

— neuvillette + loves when you show him

you have to be honest with yourself, and well, why would you lie about it in the first place but hearing neuvillette's pleas and feeling his warm, wet kisses all over the insides of your thigh installed a sense of deep pride in you— here, he hovers over your wet cunt, the smell of sex and want hanging in the air as he keeps your thighs spread with his bare body, telling you to show me how you like it, yeah? where you want it the most.

it feels so good rubbing your clit for neuvillette, you could feel your body constricting and practically screaming for him to do it instead, but no, not for now, before he actually fucks and pleasures you, he begins to lick up into your hole messily, his terrifyingly long tongue rushing in and out of you so quickly that catching your breath was becoming a strenuous challenge.

his fast movements enact a special kind of flame all over your body, it's vivid and radiant, dancing over the slopes of your curves and manifesting goosebumps on your juddering flesh. his eager licks and sucks of tongue thundering on top of you always— buzzing over your head, prancing down your body, melting your heart.

you flinch and your body rewires, feeling the drags of your thick, sticky fluid, both yours and his, trickling down the insides of your thighs, dripping on the mattress, leaving a trail behind your ass like a lowly snail.

it's so wet down there and neuvillette couldn't stop but look at it, it's perfect, he finds it so arousing and realises you had done it for him— you're just so fucking hot, he swears he tastes the faintest traces of a taste like honey on his tongue whenever he eats you out— and he welcomes it, sinks gratefully against you while you gasp and choke at the sensation.

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[sleepknoot]

I've been using Pinterest lately and it's been showing me those really annoying memes about being manipulative, pathetic, or generally being a shitty person. Like. . .why are you proud of that? lol