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[thedreadvampy]

Losing my shit about this article in which a transphobic Tory was so busy panicking about existing in the vicinity of a Trans that she almost certainly misheard "jeans" as "penis" and decided that not only was this a problem with the other woman, but also that the world must be informed of this pressing danger.

"a trans woman! I had to stand directly behind her....I thought, 'this is going well', I'm handling The Situation fine'..."

translated: I saw a tall woman with broad shoulders. How would I get out of this alive? I thought. she has a PENIS. PENIS PENIS PENIS. through some force of PENIS I mean will I managed to PENIS behave normally towards her. My hands were PENIS PENIS PENIS shaking as I tried to dry them. summoning up all my PENIS courage I said 'dryer's crap innit'. she turned to me and said " yeah I'm just goiPENIS PENIS PENIS"

It's been a week and I'm still shaking. This proves trans women are the problem and I'm not weird. I'm fine. It's fine. If you think about it I'm the hero hePENIS!!!!!

very this

[leclercskiesahead]

Oh

[andy-clutterbuck]

The Ones Who Live | 1x01 - Years

[tilion-writes]

"Then Felagund upon the head Of Orodreth set it: 'Brother mine, till I return this crown is thine.' Then Celegorm no more would stay, and Curufin smiled and turned away."

For the @candcweek prompt "Oaths" -> Fëanorian Oath!

This line from the Lay of Leithian has always really stuck with me for some reason. The C&C brainrot is real.

[shannonsketches]

[sesamenom]

WAIT SO THAT'S WHY THEY REMIND US OF C&C

[save-the-villainous-cat]

hero x villain, they usually get bruised, bloody, and hurt after every fight. one day, the hero staggers half dead through the city, trying to escape someone or something, and hide.

their own nemesis, the ruthless villain, discovers them limping about, easy pickings. they begin with their big bad speech w/ threats until they see that the hero wasn't wounded, they were tortured.

hero sees a side of the villain they had never seen before. villain approaches, says, "who did this to you" ಠ⌣ಠ

They counted themselves lucky when they found an alleyway.

Away from the busy street and the chatting people, they pushed themselves into the darkest corner, into the probably filthiest part of the city.

Fucking hell, it was raining cats and dogs and the hero was sure this was some sick and twisted joke. They’d infect their wound here.

Hospital wasn’t an option. Even if they did reach it in time, announcing themselves and risking their family’s and friend’s safety was something they couldn’t allow.

Their apartment was south, too far south for them to reach. And a hero base hadn’t been constructed in this district yet.

They groaned and threw their head back, putting more and more pressure onto the wound until they had to bite back a scream. What a fucking night.

For mere seconds, they closed their eyes and allowed themselves to rest, despite the ringing in their ears, despite the blood loss and despite the shortening breath. Could they leave a message? So their family could at least get the body? The hero doubted it. They’d lost their phone somewhere during the struggle. Or did it get smashed? They didn’t remember.

When they opened their eyes, the villain stood before them, looking at where the hero had slid down the brick wall.

“What a pretty catch,” they said.

“Sorry, not for sale,” the hero rasped. At this point it didn’t matter, did it? If the villain wanted to kill them, fine. At least the ugly truth wouldn’t come out.

The villain gave one of their cruel, unforgiving smirks and tilted their head. It was a game to them. A game that was too cruel for the hero.

“Well, I’m a big fan of theft.”

“You’re funny.” The hero didn’t laugh. Maybe they would’ve. But the blood loss was killing them. Oxygen. They needed oxygen. Their organs would shut down pretty soon.

“I’ve been following you for like twenty minutes.” The villain observed them slowly, eyes going up and down, inspecting the wounds as if it was their job.

“Ever gotten that checked out? Bit possessive.”

“Aren’t we all, when it comes to you?” Now it was the hero’s turn to smile and to their own surprise, it was real. They meant it. The villain had made them smile.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re pretty popular, don’t you think? People love you, villains hate you. You’re the hot stuff. End boss of my personal mini game.” The hero let out a whimper and squeezed their eyes shut. Having superpowers didn’t free them from pain. The villain frowned.

Exclusivity wasn’t a privilege that also jumped over to their medical condition. Unfortunately.

The hero cursed in their mind. They should’ve been smarter, should’ve seen this coming. What a waste of their own potential.

“This is just a mini game?” the hero asked, wheezing.

“My favourite one.” The villain squatted, closer than they’d ever been to the hero and for a second, the hero expected to be murdered with a knife or worse, tortured even more with the villain’s finger twisting and turning in their open wounds.

But the villain lifted the hero’s arms gently, looked at the wounds, made a grimace and gazed back at the hero.

Something in their face screamed confusion. And something much subtler, whispered anger with the promise of action. It made the villain unpredictable and the hero hated that.

“What?” the hero said.

“Who?” They stared at the wound, brows knitted together. “Who did this?”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m dying.”

“I can save you,” the villain said. No hesitation, no second-guessing, just an idea that sounded more like a promise. “But you’ll have to give me the name. Now.”

The hero stared at their enemy. Stared and stared, hoping this was a dream or a sick joke. They couldn’t afford to like the villain, couldn’t afford anything but hate for them.

And yet…the hero’s family, their friends, the city…You’re pretty popular, don’t you think? The city needed them. Obligation.

They had to live. Had to survive to protect. To fight. Not for their own sake but for others. For those who couldn’t protect themselves.

“My sidekick,” the hero said. “My sidekick is trying to torture and kill me.”

[cquackity]

langston hughes / karese burrows / margarita karapanou / wendell berry / glennon doyle melton

[dooblez]

scrab cameo

[stalwart-spirit]

Crafted up the top from the new glam and honestly, out of all the dad glams I have made for him... How is this the dad-est of them all?

Also bonus portrait. He's about to proudly show you so many pics of his kids!!

[hilsonisthecure]

[papita474]

The things I would give for a christmas whit snow instead of a christmas whit a day of 50°C when everyone is complaining about how hot the fucking day is and no one can even stand the clothes theyre wearing jaksjsalajaksks

[worshipfulmercy]

House & Wilson × Touch, Daft Punk Ft. Paul Williams

[hoofpeet]

Spice :]

[drawbauchery]

that's the tragedy of it all.....teru was so ready to romantically and respectfully tap that until nagito ruined everything........so sad........

[queenimmadolla]

i literally cannot stop thinking about the playgirl eddie art by sporelium!! rockstar eddie coming back to hawkins to visit old friends and finding his edition of playgirl hidden under reader’s bed ksjdjks i just need to get that out of my brainnn it’s just rattling around in there

you are so real for this bc i have to actively avoid looking at both of the pieces sporelium dropped since i always start thinking of a plot but I have 17383982829 WIPs, I CANT PICK UP ANOTHER!!! and when sporelium dropped the second one?? I wanted to throw the biggest tantrum. it’s not fair! it’s not fair! ITS NOT FAIR!!!!

all my life, i have never wanted to suffocate in bush as bad as i do when i look at those pieces. would literally just keep my face there forever, he doesn’t even have to put it in my mouth (although it WILL end up in my throat)

your old high school crush—who you never really spoke to and who became a rockstar as well as the epitome of sex comes back into town. by then you’ve made friends with his hawkins group and he takes an interest in you, but you’re much too shy, can’t really look in his direction because of how little you’ve seen him in, clothing wise. you’d purchased a copy of his Playgirl spread, had gotten yourself off to it enough times to make yourself feel ashamed.

it doesn’t help that you want to peel those tight pants off of him with your teeth because it’s big, there’s a prominent bulge pressing against his zipper at all times—and he’s wasn’t even hard. god, if you invited him over to hang out—a group invite that your friends all suddenly cancel on, last minute and one by one—and he found that magazine, the corner of it poking out from where you’d hastily shoved it under your bed and got you to admit that you touch yourself when you look at it—look at him? he’d have you on your knees for hours, forcing you to gag on it and while you’re making him feel good, he’d let you know he always carries a pair of handcuffs on him 🤤

rockstar!eddie by sporelium (1)

rockstar!eddie by sporelium (2)