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shoutout to the woman from my high school martial arts class who liked to get me in joint locks and then joke about how I was easy to catch. you cannot comprehend how psychosexually formative that was for me

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despite what popular opinion may lead you to believe, some rocks actually do have scientifically-proven auras! Unfortunately, those rocks are uranium and the aura is cancer. 

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“I was now High Lord and could do what I wanted with trespassers threatening the peace of my lands. I claimed Lucien as my own—named him emissary, since he’d already made many friends across the courts and had always been good at talking to people, while I… can find it difficult. He’s been here ever since.” - ACOTAR, Chapter 18

Tamlin rescuing Lucien from his brothers. I thought about drawing this scene ever since I read it and wanting to make a gift for @yaralulu, who loves angsty stuff as much as I do, I finally took the time for it!

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"Ten Rules," Sister Corita Kent (lettering by David Mekelburg), 1960s.

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crisp glass of water moodboard

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it's so delicious and perfect and i wish I could live in it

also hitoshi and reader both have the hugest size kink. like reader mentions how much she likes that shinsous presence is so big and protective. and hitoshi never denies it when reader says he can indulge whatever size kink he has with his monster cock and his only critic is not to call his sick that. i see you sir. lord. they were totally the type of people to do hand comparisons all the time before they were together just to see the difference. hands pressed together for just a bit too long. freaks.

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spontaneous drabble. soulmate trope!shinsou/reader, sometime during the route during a session.

"do you think any of my rings will fit you?"

you're so taken aback from the non sequitur that you press the spacebar on shinsou's laptop to pause the episode of twin peaks. "i'm sorry?" you ask, tilting your head backwards, with shinsou dodging your hair so that he could look you in the eye.

"my rings," he said, twisting the one around his left index finger, "i want to see if you could wear any of them."

"sure," you said, feeling a bit lost and setting shinsou's laptop towards the foot of the bed, but you were hardly bending away from him for two seconds before his firm grip on your waist pulled you back against him, your back snug against his chest, surprisingly comfortable, considering he's all hard muscle--but, you supposed, his thick turtleneck was doing some heavy lifting. before shinsou could even tap his fingers in a ripple on your waist in the customary signal, you noticed you'd tensed up, and you made yourself relax against him, turning your head to tuck your face into his neck and taking a deep breath--pears. some sort of clean-smelling soap. and his stupid-ass, cheap-ass, laundry detergent.

"here," said shinsou, cupping your arm at the elbow and deliberately dragging it up towards your hand, watching for goosebumps and humming, pleased, when none occured. he slid his hand over the back of yours, spread fingers eclipsing your own, before reaching over to pluck his pinkie ring off. he held it up for you, between his index finger and thumb. "does it look like it'll fit?"

"hm. i don't know," you said, watching the silver catch in the yellow light of his bedside table, "looks big. do you know your ring size?"

"no." shinsou took your left hand, his fingers encircling your ring finger for a moment, and slid his pinkie ring onto it--too loose. fell right off when you slanted your hand downward. "i don't know how men's sizes transfer to women's, anyway." he retrieved the ring from the folds of his blue-pineappled blanket in your lap and, holding it between his index and thumb again, slid it onto your middle finger (still no), and then your index. it almost stayed on that one, but if you did anything physical, it'd slide off.

it fit on your thumb. shinsou laughed through his nose--you felt the abrupt shake in his chest as he did so. "interesting," he said near your temple, nose pressed into your hair, "my fingers are so much thicker than yours."

scoffing, you spread your fingers as wide as they could go, and you flipped shinsou's hand over to press your palm against his. "yeah, well. i don't have to hold a capture weapon, like you do. you need all this real estate," you said, tapping your fingers on his playfully, "you also need some goddamn moisturiser, because i can fucking tell where you normally hold your capture weapon. it leaves indents in your palm."

shinsou took a deep breath, chest rising and falling behind you. with his free hand, he pulled you closer by the waist, and he closed his legs more snugly around yours--keeping you near, squeezing you tightly. though you couldn't see his face, you felt his mouth against the cartilege of your ear, lips curved inward, as if he's holding something back.

shinsou shifts his fingers a little to the right, and they interlace with yours, closing in on your hand like an oyster clamping down around a pearl.

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the trolley problem vs. systemic oppression: a comic.

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then vs now, my favorite underrated duo 🪄

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truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

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hey, I was just at "things got better" island and everyone there is talking about how excited they are to meet you

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The tik tokification of 'bad words' like sex/seggs suicide/unalive pedohile/PDFile grape/rape only originally censored because of moderation rules but now in colloquial (online) speech is going to send me to an early grave

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Katsuki, "You look like the kinda guy that needs the soul sucked outta his dick and then spat right back into his mouth" Bakugou

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i hate it when it feels like a character has been designed specifically for me to like them . because then i do like them and it feels like i walked straight into their trap