#real time

[mandyyvibes]

people talk about the super soldier healing factor really casually and the intrinsic body horror of literally wiping away blood only to watch the flesh underneath knitting itself back together, forming scabs and scars and nothing at all in a matter of minutes or hours, is kind of horrifying? or like imagine watching a bruise go from light green to deep purple to sickly yellow before your eyes? gross! 🤠

[vertigoartgore]

2004's Superman: Secret Identity #1-4 covers by Stuart Immonen.

[dk-thrive]

Say you have seen something. You have seen an ordinary bit of what is real, the infinite fabric of time that eternity shoots through, and time's soft-skinned people working and dying under slowly shifting stars. Then what?

— Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinder Creek (Harper & Row, 1974) (via Alive on All Channels)

[girlactionfigure]

ISRAEL REALTIME - early evening updates - Oct 30 

— ROCKETS from Gaza… at Jerusalem and surrounds, at Be’er Sheva and surrounds.

— ROCKETS from Lebanon… at Rosh HaNikra and surrounds, at Elkosh and surrounds.

— MORTARS from Lebanon… at IDF posts along the border, setting off sirens in the Western Galilee.

— BRUSH FIRE in Kiryat Shmona… NOT from war fire, maybe from range practice.

— MACHINE GUN FIRE from Lebanon… Metulla area, no reports of casualties.

— HOSTAGES FORCED TO MAKE VIDEO… propaganda video showing three elderly female hostages… no reason to share the forced message who’s purpose is psychological warfare and creating a societal rift in Israel.

— BBC INSTRUCTS TO ACCUSE ISRAEL OF ETHNIC CLEANSING… An email that was leaked showed a BBC correspondent encouraging staff to use terms like “settler-colonialism” and “ethnic cleansing,” “Words like ‘massacre’, ‘slaughter’ and ‘atrocities’ are being used – prominently – in reference to actions by Hamas, but hardly, if at all, in reference to actions by Israel. The power of emotive coverage and repetition is well understood. The selective application of emotive repetition is sure to have an impact on audiences, and it is exactly the kind of impact Israeli propagandists are aiming for as they dehumanize Palestinians and set the stage for the mass murder they have pledged – and begun – to carry out.”

— BANK LEUMI SUSPENDS MORTGAGE PAYMENTS… for 3 months for evacuees.

— WOMENS GROUPS DEMAND WAR POWERS?  Dozens of women's organizations today sent a letter to the government and members of the cabinet to increase female representation at the decision-making table and to respond to the many consequences of the war on women and children.

— YET MORE AID… 60 trucks of humanitarian equipment will enter the Gaza Strip today through the Rafah crossing, which include food, water and medical equipment. Since the beginning of the war, 132 trucks have entered the Strip. 

“The logic equating the October 7 murders with civilian deaths in Gaza was tested in Nuremberg (Holocaust trials) in the ’40s. It was rejected without hesitation.”

“We refuse to coexist with people who murder our babies and want to behead and torture us.”

[siruoa]

whats up greedling crowd behold my peak content...

[emanvallejos]

Isometric Minecraft vibe

-Random things

[micvonmessenger]

Solar Eclipse 2024

[saetoru]

[psychoticmoose]

Guess my newest drawing

(I really just wanted you all to see how horrific it looks when it’s unfinished)

[just-simpins-blog]

Had to capture this EXACT moment

[kaigonathus]

Fern the faun! My newest real-time character made by me from start to finish

[lilymailloux]

First upload in almost 3 months!

Follow me on Patreon for exclusive art! patreon.com/Lilbot64

[clemsfilmdiary]

12 Angry Men (1957, Sidney Lumet)

3/20/24

[longlivefanfic-net]

Kinktober Blurbs

Prompt: Breeding Kink

Pairing: afab!Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Eddie finally pushes the pink, leaking head of his cock in between Steve’s folds, using the hand he’s wrapped around his shaft to maneuver himself to the loose, still fluttering opening. “Good boy,” Eddie purrs, and Steve grinds the back of his head against the pillow underneath him, writhing as desire perks inside of him again.

“Eddie,” Steve mumbles, the name falling off his tongue thick and heavy, weighed down by the ghost of the sensation of Eddie’s recently-removed hand around his throat. “Please, you gotta—“

“I know, princess,” Eddie replies, the words a hum of barely concealed laughter as Steve tries, halfheartedly, to force Eddie’s shaft into his sopping cunt. “I know what I have to do.”

With those words, Eddie slides his hips, slowly and gently, pushing himself into Steve’s throbbing core. Steve’s hands, wrapped around Eddie’s shoulders, tighten, the nails piercing half-moon crescents into the white skin. A whimper breaks from Steve’s mouth, his eyes creasing in the corners. “God, Eddie, you feel—fuck, you feel so—“

The words are dribbling from Steve’s mouth like the desire from between his legs, and Eddie pulls back before rocking his hips into Steve’s open ones. “Fuck,” Steve hisses, and Eddie can’t stop the quiet laugh that slips from between his lips.

“That good?” Eddie asks, and Steve nods, eyes focused on where Eddie’s long shaft is sliding in and out of his dripping pussy. “You feel good, too,” Eddie says, his full lips popping into a grin as he grinds his hips against Steve’s. Steve’s head falls back against the pillow again, a gasp in the quiet of the room.

Eddie watches Steve’s face, is practically vibrating out of his skin as Steve moans and whimpers under him, and he can’t stop himself, can’t hold himself back from sliding, faster and faster into the cradle of Steve’s hips. “I’m gonna cum in you, baby,” Eddie whispers, and Steve’s eyes widen. “Gonna—fuck, I’m gonna fill you up, Stevie, gonna put so much in you that it’s dripping out of you for hours, Steve.”

Steve’s fingers drift up Eddie’s neck, wrapping tightly in the base of the long, dark curls that are sliding over his shoulders. “Get me pregnant, Eddie,” Steve says, and their brown eyes lock together. “Fuck me so hard it sticks. Give me a baby, Eds,” the last word is a whimper in the darkness, a hitch in Steve’s throat as Eddie thrusts into him harshly.

“I’m going to, sweetheart, I just—mm.” The sound comes from the back of his throat. “Want you to cum for me first,” Eddie says, eyes shut as he slows his pace. Steve looses a hand from Eddie’s neck, slips it over the hair that coats his stomach and between his thighs where his fingers find his swollen, elongated clit. He pinches it between his fingers, jerking himself off as Eddie continues to thrust into him, slower now to control himself.

It’s not until Eddie drops his head to Steve’s neck, slipping his tongue over the sweat dripping down the side of his neck before pressing his lips against his ear that Steve feels the knot in his stomach start to wrench. “You’re going to be so pretty pregnant,” Eddie whispers, the words sending a shiver of desire down Steve’s spine. “All big and swollen with my baby, Stevie. Whole world’s going to know you’re my boy, gonna know I fucked this cunt and bred it. Gonna know—“ Eddie presses a kiss to Steve’s jawline, hard and aggresive. “Gonna know how I filled your tight pussy, gave you that baby you want so bad.”

Something about the tone of Eddie’s voice—the protectiveness, the way he sighed at the mention of Steve swollen and pregnant, the way he wants the world to see Steve carrying his baby—sends Steve over the edge, and he can feel himself tightening around Eddie’s length inside of him. “Eddie,” he whimpers, and its the last word he gets out before he turns into a whimpering mess, his walls spasming around Eddie’s cock.

Eddie’s thrusts become more aggressive, forcing his length as far as he can into Steve’s tightness as it wraps around him, drawing his leaking head against Steve’s wall. “Shit, you’re—fuck, you’re milking me, sweetheart,” Eddie moans, and the wet heat tightens as he cums, his cock twitching in shuddering spurts as he groans. His hair falls into his face, his head dipping as his eyes tighten, and the measly centimeters he can pull out from Steve’s cunt grant him the friction he needs as he slams back home, back into his whimpering boyfriend as his own hot, white cum floods Steve’s warmth.

Eddie is slow to pull out, gentle as Steve twitches around him with every movement. Once he finally gets himself free, he watches as Steve’s clear arousal and his seed mix together, dripping down Steve’s fluttering, pink skin. Eddie uses two fingers to swipe the liquid, slipping them back into Steve’s hole despite the protests that he’s too sensitive, the pleading to be gentle. “Need to keep this in you, baby,” Eddie says, planting a gentle kiss to the skin under Steve’s collarbone. Steve nods, eyes blissful and dazed as his boyfriend settles his naked form against his side, slides his damp fingers over his chest hair. “It’s not gonna stick if you don’t.”

[billmaher]

HBO Real Time is Returning!

Real Time is coming back, unfortunately, sans writers or writing. It has been five months, and it is time to bring people back to work. The writers have important issues that I sympathize with, and hope they are addressed to their satisfaction, but they are not the only people with issues, problems, and concerns. Despite some assistance from me, much of the staff is struggling mightily. We all were hopeful this would come to an end after Labor Day, but that day has come and gone, and there still seems to be nothing happening. I love my writers, I am one of them, but I’m not prepared to lose an entire year and see so many below-the-line people suffer so much.

[[MORE]]

I will honor the spirit of the strike by not doing a monologue, desk piece, New Rules or editorial, the written pieces that I am so proud of on Real Time. And I’ll say it upfront to the audience: the show I will be doing without my writers will not be as good as our normal show, full stop. But the heart of the show is an off-the-cuff panel discussion that aims to cut through the bullshit and predictable partisanship, and that will continue. The show will not disappoint.

[maze-of-tones]