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[diana-andraste]

Sin—Without, Ed Ruscha, 2002

[punkheadspace]

how i think the dbd killers: ghost, legion (frank) and trickster would react to a love confession

trickster:

ghost face:

legion:

[crumpetsancheese]

Here's my submission for @n0rtist's Science Pokemon Challenge!

Stemian Spinarak and Ariados are both based off of types of tests used to determine a person's personality. Stemian Spinarak is a Rorschach Test, while Stemian Ariados is inspired by the Myers–Briggs Type Indicator.

They're also supposed to be "therapists", with horns that are simultaneously shaped like head mirrors and clipboard tops! Stemian Ariados takes this to an extreme, with its entire thorax meant to be reminiscent of a clipboard, and the little back arms on regular Ariados turned into "pens". Their signature move, which I didn't feel like drawing or naming, would trap the target and give Stemian Ariados/Spinarak AND the target +1 to their special attack and defense. (because they're therapists,, and therapists CALM your MIND!!)

individual drawings under the read more :3

[extractandrecite]

— Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

[f1orencesyndrome]

Emily Dickinson

[wiewiurszef]

Fun fact about me… I'm in the dsaf fandom and this is my dsaf oc!!! (or fnaf) XD 'w'

[imperfect-com]

[totally-rebloggable-op]

[kitchensunflowers]

"Martyrdom" by Jay Hulme, from The Backwater Sermons (2021), as shared by Jay Hulme on his Twitter page.

Alt text available, copied from Twitter image alt text by Jay Hulme. Image Description also available below the cut.

[Image Description:

A photo of a poem by Jay Hulme from the collection 'The Backwater Sermons'.

The poem is entitled 'Martyrdom', and consists of the lines:

"Being Queer shouldn't get us killed but"

followed by scattered punctuation forming the ghost of the rest of an eight line poem, ending with a question mark.

/end ID]

Image Description originally written as alt text by Jay Hulme.

[pinkestdoll]

[klownspit]

“If the tomb is rocking, don’t come knocking”

Rob Zombies “The Munsters”

[kagedbird]

I got such a genuine ask of "Soon???" on my FMAF fanfiction that I belted out 8 pages in one sitting before becoming Exhausted (it's a few minutes to being 6 in the morning)

Have a crumb!! This'll be a chonky episode I think, to make up for the time it took.

:)

[extractandrecite]

— Mary Shelley, Mathilda

[t0rschlusspan1k]

After the season of summer with the soft winds, when Zephyrus blows on seeds and herbs, happy is the plant that waxes then, when the dank dew drops from the leaves, to await the blissful glance of the bright sun.  But then harvest hastens and hardens it soon: warns it to wax full ripe against the winter. He drives with drought the dust to rise,— from the face of the earth to fly full high.  The wild wind of the welkin wrestles with the sun. The leaves fall from the bough and light on the ground. The grass becomes all gray that erst was green. Then all ripes and rots that which formerly flourished; and thus runs the year in yesterdays many; and winter returns again without asking any man, till the Michelmas moon has come in wintry wise.

Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, Fytte the Second

[fandom-hoarder-official]

[alyceinwonderland777]

Body, mind and soul (Thor x Sif text image)

☣️Warnings 18+☣️: Bondage (Sif is tied up to the bed), oral sex (Fem receving), fingering (Fem receving)

The bedroom was dark, lit only by the dim light of a few candles.

The bed was soft and comfortable, adorned with a beautiful burgundy silk sheet and a pillow of the same color.

Lady Sif was naked and tied to the bed.

Her heart was pounding with excitement.

Her beloved God of Thunder was naked, standing beside the bed.

He was holding a glass with ice cubes in it.

W-what are you going to do?" She asked in excitement.

"Do you trust me?" Thor asked.

"I love you and I trust you more than anyone else" replied Lady Sif.

"Then relax and let yourself go" the God of Thunder whispered.

Thor took an ice cube and began dragging it over Lady Sif's naked body.

The goddess moaned with pleasure.

"I love hearing you moan. Your voice is music to my ears." Thor said in a husky and sensual voice.

The God of Thunder began kissing Sif on all areas of her body where he had dragged the ice cube.

He started to go lower and lower, until he reached Sif's "flower".

Thor sported a mischievous smile and a look full of lust.

He began kissing and licking that special spot, causing the gorgeous goddess tied to his bed to moan.

Within minutes Sif released her juices and Thor tasted them.

"You are sweeter than mead" he told her.

She blushed. Thor loved seeing her cheeks turn red, especially if they were red because of him.

Suddenly Thor slipped his index finger into that special part of Sif's body and began to move it gently.

Sif was overwhelmed with pleasure.

"T-Thor!" She called his name moaning.

"Yes?"

"Take me!" She said in a voice distorted by desire.

Thor entered inside of her with a strong but not too strong push.

He kept pushing, causing Sif to moan loudly.

At the same time he filled her neck with pacifiers and bites.

Sif felt like she was in heaven.

They both came at the same time several times and after finishing Thor freed Sif from the ropes and the two fell asleep embraced.

They both felt satisfied and happy.

They loved each other deeply and knew that nothing could destroy their beautiful balance.