#I’m feeling feral

[0aestheticallycrying]

What if we stopped investing in mass produced products and started growing our own food and making our own clothes and stuff. We could give the ultimate fuck you to society by living like gremlins in the middle of a swamp

[quiffle]

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[chai-berries]

YO I GOTTA WIFE ABBY UP RIGHT NOWWW

[peachparakeet]

How I’m doing after watching Walker 4x11 (a list):

Screaming into the void

Staring into the beyond

(All while cleaning up my pile of tissues)

What do I do now? They expect me to wait a week after watching that?! Rude!!

[hadersversion]

having really impure thoughts about old man! logan.

his healing abilities aren’t the same as they used to be. he bleeds, he bruises, he scars. he’s slowly becoming human. at first, he was scared and felt weak. but then he realized, it’s what he wanted. but somedays, it was a tough pill to swallow.

until, he was fucking you in missionary. his favorite position because he gets to stare at your beautiful face! and he loves to see it when he makes you cum… sure, he’s not as agile and rough as he used to be. but he’s still james logan howlett and he fucks like an animal. he was fucking you so hard into the mattress, practically leaving an indent of your body on your shared bed. your hands were resting on his hairy, puffed chest. until he hit your g spot. your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your hands made claws, finger nails digging deep into his chest. he let out a deep hiss, causing you to look up in worry. he stops his pace.

“a-are you okay?” you say, your breathe panting. you quickly move your hands down.

logan looks down at himself and sees the fresh marks on his chest, oozing a bit of blood. he’s bleeding. you made him bleed. you marked him. he loved doing it to you, having you show off who got to make you cum all the time. who you basically belonged to.

but this? this was different.

something dark came over his eyes as he slowly looked up at you. “do it again.”

“w-what?” you say in a giggle.

“you heard me, kid. fucking mark me up. show me how good i make you feel.” he grunts, drilling back into you like it was his job.

his wish was your command. you fucking marked his whole body. you scratched him, you sucked his skin until he bruised, you even bit his shoulder. sure, you probably should’ve taken it down a notch. but with logan in your ear, praising you and begging you to keep doing it. rewarding you with the pleasure only he could give you. who were you to stop?

you laid on his chest once you two were done. “are you sure you’re okay? you look like a wild animal attacked you.” you kissed his battle wounds you gave him.

“princess, if i wanted you to stop, i wouldn’t be bleeding right now.” he kissed your forehead, rubbing his hand across your bare back. “i liked it. this…this has never happened to me before.”

“i guess somethings do come with old age.” you joke.

“you’re such an ass.” he playfully but your ear.

“hey! keep talking like that and i’ll make sure every inch of you is marked.”

“is that a promise?”

oh, it definitely is.

🎀🦢💓kaila🎀🦢💓

[sunflower-chai]

thinking about “this weapon is your life.” thinking about sol letting osha hold his lightsaber even though they have just met. thinking about sol placing his life in osha’s hands to then turn around and save her life. thinking about that level of trust which an apprenticeship was built upon. i am thinking.

[cyb3r-mutt]

Actually I need a subby puppy top rutting into me and whining while I tell them what a good job they’re doing filling me up

[sketchy-noodles]

The price of greed 💜

[greykolla-art]

I don’t KNOW what I want from their dynamic!

I just know it’s INTENSE!

(How are we feeling today, lads? 👀 I’m getting scared of the trailer personally!)

[sensitiveheartless]

Doing very rough sketches for the thing I’m working on and this face cracked me up

[saberafterdark]

he’s so babygirl to me

[dearabsolutelynoone]

🚨 SPOILER ALERT 🚨

Yerin Ha and Luke Thompson on set filming Benophie’s iconic masquerade ballroom scene for Bridgerton Season 4

[darkblue-tennesseee]

don’t mind me just thinking about how Joel considers his way of loving “gentle, steady, nice and slow”

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

Imagine roommate!simon seeing you in a sundress…

[nsharks]

please please please

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[jingyi-ma-boi]

I saw this and decided not to rb with my own piece bc op’s notes are already being bombarded. We all know this is practically canon in MDZS for nieyao. That’s what happened.

What other reason would JGY have to hide Da-ge’s head in his secret chamber? We know that even in death, they tormented each other in that coffin. Not even death did them part.

But of course, this reminded me of that fierce corpse!NMJ AU idea I wrote about not so long ago (this one rotates in my head from time to time. I’m a sucker for dark and twisted 19th-century-style romanticism) and the og post that spurred said idea:

Imagine if JGY succeeded at reanimating NMJ's corpse and instead of the vitriol, the hate, the continued murder attempts, he finds that Da-ge is bent on pleasing him from the start. That he and XY haven't fucked up, and that NMJ's has regained abilities he had long-lost due to the saber curse when he had been alive.

Imagine JGY feeling that this monstrous version of the man he once idolized before everything went south should hate him for having murdered him in cold blood. That NMJ should keep tormenting him as much as he had tormented himself in the spare moments he allowed himself to feel sick with the knowledge that he was killing the man whose life he tried to save in the past.

Imagine JGY thinking at first that NMJ is only doing this to drive him crazy, to taunt him and play with him because now that he’s recovered his lucidity from before the SSC, he is able to recognize the feelings that his Deputy once harbored for him.

Now he is receiving from Da-ge everything he had once dreamt of and more, and it won't make JGY feel better at all.

On the contrary, he feels so much worse for having killed the one man whose hate and disdain affected him the most. Because if the hate remained, his actions would have felt justified. Because if he kept trying to kill him, he could revel in ordering him around as a way to taunt him.

JGY is convinced that they made a mistake, that even if they're here now, reunited past death, he doesn't deserve to let go of the turmoil. He doesn't deserve to feel relieved.

This is not his Da-ge, but a puppet that took his image and now bows down to him out of a twisted sense of gratitude that only makes the weight of fate feel heavier. Either that, or NMJ is willingly choosing to do this just to torment him and test how far JGY will go before he snaps.

He chooses to believe this because he knows that the alternative is even worse of a punishment. A part of him knows deep down that if this puppet that is so eager to please, so eager to show the limitless extent of his worshiping devotion, has regained long-lost abilities that have now been amplified without the restraint of mortality, there's the slim chance that this is real. That this was real before. What does this mean? he wonders.

Where does that place us and everything that happened between us? Did he love me even as he casted me away? Or was his love conditional to my adjustment to his idea of me?

He could ask, but he fears the answer just so. He's already torturing himself with the whole reality of this, wishing that they hadn't been able to perform the ritual successfully.

He can't help but think of how he fantasized about finally having his Er-ge's attention all to himself without NMJ's incessant pestering every time NMJ kneels before him, closing his eyes in what he has figured is now his way of expressing bliss and contentment whenever JGY's praises his work.

He can't help but think of how he dreamt of returning Da-ge's slights towards him tenfold every time this giant of a man curls in the floor around his feet asking for forgiveness.

He can't help but think of the intense disdain and murderous intent he felt after NMJ kicked him down the stairs in the middle of that one qi deviation he had at Jinlintai every time they tread through paths that threaten to soil his golden robes and this corpse that looks like his Da-ge decides to lift him of the floor, saying that his feet don't deserve to touch such filth.

He tries to avoid these thoughts so hard, but he can't. And he feels like this is his righteous punishment for daring to reclaim his birthright as NMJ looks at him dead in the eye and confesses that he loves him.

He feels an intense pain forming in his chest as this wrong version of Da-ge says that even if his skin remains now cold to the touch, the light graze of their fingers on those long nights of warfare in his tent made him feel incensed all over.

He feels nauseous as this twisted version of his Sworn Brother says that even if his heart cannot beat anymore, the sight of his real smiles, the ones that he had thought once he’d been the only one privileged enough to see, made his heart want to jump out of his chest. Made him now want to carve it out and gift it to him if that’s what he wanted.

He doesn’t allow himself to think this is anything other than divine retribution. Mostly because the idea that it could be real, that in another life without war, without the saber curse, NMJ would have loved him like this or even with just a quarter of this intensity, it’s worse. It makes him wish to go back in time, try and change things just so he could get a taste of what is like having NMJ’s love in life as he has in death.