#thousand-footed

[heyfoxprince]

lucky protagonist

[a-room-of-my-own]

It's impossible to find a video about fashion history without an airhead who self-identifies as a fashion historian - because she LARPs on week-ends and owns a sewing machine - inserting a 5 minutes tirade in defense of corsets.

[ylly22]

1991 - photographed by Amanda Knapp

[newbornwhumperfly]

in defense of lightening...

so, uh, i love when whumpees think they deserve to suffer and it's even more fun when whumpers think so too! 😈😈😈🥺🥺🥺 here's a silly little snippet of Morja suffering at the hands of Jorah "Self Righteous is my Middle Name" Cuthbert 😩

written for the @whumpmasinjuly prompt - day 3: "____ deserved it" - because it's glorious and delicious and fitting for my blorbos 💖

title insp. by this hanif abdurraqib quote - “in defense of lightening, there is always a darkness asking to be split open.”

~

Annoyingly, the asset is limping. 

The rec room on this stiflingly small base is stupid-small and doesn’t leave much room for hiding in corners, but Morja seems to be doing his best to stay out of everyone’s way, at least. Small blessings. But he hasn’t left the rest of present company alone, lingering by the water cooler and taking infuriating little sips of a paper cup. 

Short journeys, quiet shuffling steps, from the cooler to the corner. Cooler to corner. Jorah’s jaw tics. The soft drag of the tip of his shoe across the floor. Lift, absence of pressure, drag, tiptoe, mouse-step, take more water, scurry away. Fuck, can’t he just take the whole industrial jug at this point and leave well enough alone? 

Like a mosquito buzzing near his ear and never quite landing, Jorah just can’t ignore it. He’s lost a second round of Battleship to Pfeffer, inducing one of the guy’s booming chuckles in the wake of slipped curses. He doubts anyone else has noticed - it’s not exactly obvious. Whether the asset isn’t feeling very sulky today or else he’s too chicken-shit to fish for sympathy while Jorah is in the room, Morja is behaving himself. 

It’s not like anyone can see it either. It’s not like anyone knows why the little creep is dragging his heels around. But if the twinge of soreness in Jorah’s arm is anything to go by, Morja’s soles have gotta be smarting in the hours since last night. In the cool shadow of the corner, he leans against a wall to spare his stance.

His soles were that pre-bruise red, that deep shade right before purple Jorah knows well by eye, the welts in perfect straight lines over the arch of his thick skin. Jorah has to work for the break in the skin. Had to stop before it bled, before the lines broke altogether, even though a scream, hard to draw out as blood, broke in muffled echo through the rag between the asset’s teeth. Jorah is patient, he’s not some fucking brute who doesn’t know what he’s doing. He knows when to stop. 

Knows when to reel back, gloved hand gripping the black metal ruler firmly. It’s shimmering ricochet gleams in the low-wattage, unstained by its task. God, Jorah admires military hardware. Even tools as simple as this have many uses, such as drawing out beads of sweat from the asset’s screwed-up face, rolling down into his dark hair, in making the skin of his knuckles bleach white with clenching, making those bare feet quiver and dance to the beat of Jorah’s tune, unable to fake. 

The way those thickly callused toes flinch in their tight bonds can’t be faked. 

It's different than the spasm drawn out by the jolt of electricity across his feet. Jorah's baton can always cause that. Getting the skin tender, blistered. But some days, you've gotta hit something. And the response - the jerk, the whine at the tail end of a trailing yelp, the harsh drag of breath through the nostrils - feels practiced in a way that doesn't at all discourage the conversation.

That’s the beauty of physical pain. It might not “work” for traditional interrogation but it sure does tell you a lot of other shit. Jorah checks the bonds over, the tight security of zip-ties over cloth, no grooves, no marks, good work. He watches a bead of sweat roll down the back of the asset’s calf, catching on dark hairs, a path down to land on one of the welts that match the feet. Watching the clench of his thigh when the stinging salt likely hurts like a motherfucker in the stripes across the backs of this thighs. 

Pain is a language everyone speaks fluently. The perfect fucking teacher. The highest grade in understanding. 

There’s a purpose to the shit he’s going to Morja. Mindless beating accomplishes nothing much - not unless you’ve got a lot of free reign to work with. And here, Jorah simply doesn’t, not with soft-touch attitude of everyone at hand. No. Until Claudia or Cobi or especially Brax - Captain Hutchins - sees the value of it, Jorah’s work has to stay discrete, even-handed, subtle. 

Unfortunately for this guy, he gives Jorah a lot of room to work with. 

“Never knew you beefed it so bad at Battleship, J-Man, wanna switch to Go-Fish?” 

Jorah blinks, shaking away the fucking mosquito buzz around his ear, snorts, flicks a little plastic boat at Cobi’s arm and it bounces off the skin. 

“Owwwww.” Cobi whines, his big dumb face wrinkling up as he flicks the boat back. Sticks his tongue out. “Sore loser.” 

“Grab you a soda and we’ll call it even.” Jorah drawls, drawing cheerful agreement from his friend as he stands, stalks to the nearby little fridge. Drawing out the cold cans in hand, he catches a you, uh, a fan of Go Fish, buddy, it’s cool if you join us, right, Jorah? 

Oh. Right. He’s still fucking there, huh?

Jorah straightens, glancing out of the corner of his eye, catching the asset, catching Morja, stock-still. Cobi’s head tilts back, yellow curled and shaggy, dog-like, beaming in the man’s direction like a spotlight. 

Morja’s stillness is broken by the flicker of his eyes, dark, narrowed, from Cobi to Jorah. Blink. Widen. Blank. Creepy. 

Jorah’s fingertips crack the tab of his soda, the sharp pop snapping through the air, a hiss of cool air, and Jorah’s mouth pulls up at the corners. 

Morja’s throat jumps in a swallow and those black blank eyes blink once-twice. Sways side to side on tiptoe. This close, Jorah hears a small squelch at the sway. Oh. Interesting. Putting cold water in his shoes, huh? Jorah’s eyes flick down to his feet, up again, close-lipped, and Morja blinks faster. 

“Yeah, man.” Jorah says. “You wanna sit down with me and Cobi?”

It’s almost boring the way Morja’s eyes widen. The way he lowers his weight down to rest on his swollen soles to spare his thighs the strain. It’s a little funny though. Like a dog trying its hardest not to look at you when it threw up behind the couch. 

Flick to Cobi. Back to Jorah. Back again. 

“I-“

Almost on cue, Cobi cuts in with a musical you don’t HAVE to, of course, only if you wanna. Jorah can always count on Cobi not to ruffle any feathers. And at that, Morja’s body unfreezes, doing his little at-attention routine, shoulders drawing back like a flinch of its own. 

“Thank you, sir, I have work to do.”

Right answer, Asset. 

“Hey.” Jorah shrugs. “If you have work to do, you should do it.”

There it is, that dumb fucking tilt of the head, like he doesn’t get it. Like he doesn’t know what’s expected of him. Has to be told fucking everything - what to eat, how to kneel, when to talk, where to shit, probably. Jorah’s mouth pulls at the corners again, his teeth grit and bare. Read the room. 

That sends the asset scurrying off, click-swallow-blink, the paper cup tumbling out of his hand into the garbage, squelch squelch squelch, and that awkward thorn-in-foot limp when he retreats, dragging one foot after another. 

Jorah’s body relaxes all at once, shoulders dropping down, rolling his neck. Fuck, corralling people in line is hard work. Whatever, a sheepdog is thankless sometimes. Still. It’s a nice thought that this idiot runs off with his tail between his legs, with wet shoes and a dry tongue, unable to sit or stand. 

Setting the sodas on the table with a wide grin, Jorah lounges back for the first time, guard settled, plucking a new little ship between his fingers. 

“Fuck Go-Fish, bro, I’m stretched and hydrated now, your fleets gonna sink.”

Cobi’s face beams and then frowns a little, glancing back towards the exit, the crinkle in his face making Jorah’s stomach sour again. “Man…I hope Morja didn’t feel left out. I don’t want him to be lonely.”

Jorah flicks another ship at Cobi, drawing another sqwuak. His shoulders are down flat now, hackles soothed. The mosquito has fucked off and the room is cool and calm again.

“Aw, big softie. Get your head in the game or I’m gonna sink your battleship. Don’t worry about it, okay?”

He deserves it. 

~ 

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I hope you enjoyed this little snippet cause i was so so excited to write something new again!! 🥰🥰🥰 have a very merry @whumpmasinjuly 💖

@whumpmasinjuly-archive

[artofhazbinhotel]

Staticmoth playlist

Thrill of First Love (Falsettos)

Some lyrics as an example:

Leave me, love me, ha, don't be a fool

Want me, feed me, no one so cruel and cheap

What I love I devour, what you love you devour

What I covet I keep

The Chess Game (Falsettos)

Some lyrics as an example:

Life's a shame and every move is wrong

We've examined every move as we move along

Winning is everything to me

Nothing is everything to me

Winning is everything to me

Nothing is everything to me, except sex

Temporary Bliss (The Cab)

Some lyrics as an example:

I can't keep sleeping in your bed

If you keep messing with my head

Before I slip under your sheets,

Can you give me something please?

I can't keep touching you like this

If it's just temporary bliss, just temporary bliss

Fuck Away The Pain (Divide The Day)

It's such a shitty thing he did,

The way he said goodbye

You can take it out on me if you like

Fuck away the pain, erase him from your brain

Fake it like you love me, come on baby touch me

Show me where it hurts, this dirty little curse

You don't have to be ashamed

If you wanna scream my name

While I fuck away the pain

Take it Out on Me (Thousand Foot Crutch)

Some lyrics as an example:

It's not working, it's not worth it

You wanted it to be picture perfect

It's not over, you don't have to throw it away

So scream if you wanna, shout if you need

Just let it go, take it out on me

Fight if you need to, smash if it helps you,

Take control, take it out on me

Here we go Again (Demi Lovato)

Some lyrics as an example:

So how do you get here under my skin?

Swore that I'd never let you back in

Should've known better than trying to let you go

Cause here we go go again

Hard as I try I know I can't quit

Something about you is so addictive

You think that by now I'd know

Cause here we go go again

Your Love is my Drug (Ke$ha)

Some lyrics as an example:

What you got boy is hard to find

I think about it all the time

I'm all strung out my heart is fried

I just can't get you off my mind

Because your love, your love, your love is my drug

Your love, your love, your love

Disgusting (Ke$ha)

Some lyrics as an example:

It's disgusting how I love you

God I hate me, I could kill you

Because you're messing up my name

Gotta walk my talk my fame

But I just wanna touch your face

It's disgusting how you've changed me

From a bandit to ew, a baby

Thinking I gotta change my name

If I'm gonna walk this walk of shame

Look at what you do to me, it's disgusting

Boy Like You (Ke$ha, Ashley Tisdale)

Some lyrics as an example:

I know you know I'm wrapped around your finger

You're so, you're so beautiful and dangerous

Hot and cold, don't you see the light, boy?

I could blow your mind, boy

Let me be your new toy

I do want and I get what I want when I want it

But I'm not gonna stop until I get what you got,

Til I got it

Paparazzi (Lady Gaga)

Some lyrics as an example:

I'm your biggest fan I'll follow you until you love me

Papa-Paparazzi, baby there's no other superstar

You know that I'll be your papa-paparazzi

Promise I'll be kind,

But I won't stop until that boy is mine

Baby you'll be famous,

Chase you down until you love me, papa-Paparazzi

Love Game (Lady Gaga)

Some lyrics as an example:

Hold me and love me,

Just wanna touch you for a minute

Maybe three seconds is enough

For my heart to quit it

Let's have some fun, this best is sick

I wanna take a ride on your disco stick

Don't think too much, just bust that kick

I wanna take a ride on your disco stick

Let's play a love game, play a love game

Do you want love? Do you want fame?

Are you in the game? Dans le love game

Super Psycho Love (Simon Curtis)

Some lyrics as an example:

Flirt with you, you're all about it

Tell me why I feel unwanted

If you didn't want me back

Why'd you have to act like that?

It's confusing to the core when I know you want it

And if you don't wanna be,

Something substantial with me

Why do you give me more? Babe I like you want it

Say that you want me everyday that you want me

Every way that you want me

Every way that you need me got me tripping

Super psycho love

Toxic Valentine (All Time Low)

Some lyrics as an example:

I live a lifestyle full of first impressions

I've got my hands full of unhealthy obsessions

He bites my lip, I'm sure to follow

We take a drink til we're guilty and then hollow

Sex and white lies, handcuffs and alibis

He lays his halo the pillow when he sleeps

His heart beats red wine, my toxic valentine

Bipolar Baby (Forever The Sickest Kids)

Some lyrics as an example:

He's kind at times,

He's the first to pick a fight

And convinced that he's always right

He's up and down and in and out of this world

He's always out of line, always out of line

He drives me crazy all of the time

Bipolar baby, one of a kind

She's so Mean (Matchbox 20)

Some lyrics as an example:

He's a hardcore candystore give me some, boy, boy

He'll make you take him to the club

And then he leaves with his friends

He likes to stay late at the party

Cause the fun never ends

And all his clothes are on the floor

And all your records are scratched

He's like a one way ticket

Cause you can't come back

Saying yeah you want him, but he's so mean

You'll never let him go, why won't you let him go?

Push (Matchbox 20)

Some lyrics as an example:

And I'm a little bit angry

Well, this ain't over, no, not here

Not while I still need you around

You don't owe me, we might change it

Yeah, we just might feel good

I wanna push you around

Well I will, well I will

I wanna push you down

Well I will, well I will

I wanna take you for granted

I wanna take you for granted

I will, I will

Self Inflicted (Katy Perry)

Some lyrics as an example:

I can't stop, don't care care if I lose

Baby, you are the weapon I choose

These wounds are self Inflicted

I'm going down in flames for you

Baby, you are the weapon I choose

These wounds are self Inflicted

One more thing I'm addicted to

[sesamenom]

silmaril-gazing, maglorath (peaceful) vs maglorath (dagor dagorath)

plus a version with the same palette on both sides

[apostacism]

maybe i should make an aeducan... it's the only way i can ever see myself restoring the anvil of the void

[spacecowboy-01]

Haha this is the updated version of my intro post! Credit to @s0lit4ir3 for the format ofc <3

About me:

I go by Hollister on here, (Hollis for short) I’m nonbinary, as well as a demiromantic asexual lesbian, pronouns are they/xe, and I’m a minor :)

Fandoms:

Voltron: Legendary Defender, The Dragon Prince, ATLA and TLOK, She-Ra, Osemanverse, My Hero Academia, One Piece (getting into it) Naruto, Black Clover, Studio Ghibli, Harry Potter (I’m a slytherclaw, <3), riordanverse (getting there), I’m prooobably forgetting something, I’ll remember later

Music:

I’m really into hard rock, my favorite bands are Skillet, STARSET, Fight The Fury, Arctic Monkeys, Fall Out Boy, Whirr, Thousand Foot Krutch, and No Resolve. I also love Cavetown, Conan Gray, and Girl In Red <33 I also play the oboe and piano, i can kiiiiiinda play acoustic guitar… i wanna learn how to play bass guitar and the drum kit though too

Interests:

I’m trying to get more into the realm of D&D, I’m a ranger. STEAMPUNK>>>> My favorite Heartstopper character is Charlie Spring, I love writing and drawing, I LOVE HALLOWEEN. I crochet lmao, favorite ships include klance, catradora, sasunaru, charlie/nick, miritama, ruthari, and solangelo!!

DNI:

Homophobia, MAPS, transphobia, pedophilia, disrespect to anyone, etc. just be nice and things should go fine

That’s it!

[ghost-mantis]

My first successful pair of knitted socks! Used a KB Loom and the “Dirty Hippy” by Freia Fine Handpaints sock yarn.

Slightly wonky, with a bit of eccentric stitching to repair a couple of slips, but done all the same.

Made with love, and possibly at the expense of my fleeting sanity, for my most beloved @crystaltoa!

[letssofia3006]

You know what’s even better than waking up with a certain someone absolutely annihilating your notifications with likes? When they escalate to a full-blown reblog spree.

[mirefireflies]

“the end is neverending.”

the end is where we begin — thousand foot krutch / that’s not how the story goes — daniel handler and nick urata (a series of unfortunate events) / undertow, ouroboros, and dancing with a stranger — natalia schäfer / a valediction: forbidden mourning — john donne / the end — mark strand / endings (n/a) — elly smallwood / afternoon in february — henry wadsworth longfellow / every thing on it — shel silverstein / road to hell (reprise) — hadestown

[burnin0akleaves]

Boycotts work best when they are planned out and strategically followed by as many people as possible. They don't work however when no one can agree on what to boycott or how to boycott it.

Follow this chart made by BDS.

Gaza isn't asking for your money, they're asking for you to keep talking about them. The best way to support Gaza at the moment is to keep spreading information on what's happening and to put pressure on the people and brands that support Israel. Show them you won't allow them to use your money for genocide.

[ylly22]

Brian and Anita at the 2024 RHS Hampton Court Palace Garden Festival, in Hampton Court, East Molesey, Surrey - UK - 1 July

©Mark Thomas/Alamy News

[cecoeur]

I’m being so zen right now. Peaks and valleys. Things change on the daily.

[mariopokemonuniverse]

Hooktail Foot Fetishism and Vore Has Returned in Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door’s Remake