#I'm just trying not to think about it

[carnage-cathedral]

as the day goes on, the pit of dread in my stomach grows deeper

[captainjonnitkessler]

Sometimes I wish we would start calling out the performative radicalism on this site for the poser bullshit it is. "Remember, it's always morally correct to kill a cop!" "Don't forget to firebomb your local government office!" "Wow, it sure would be a shame if these instructions on how to make a molotov cocktail got spread around!"

Okay. But you're not killing cops or firebombing government offices. You are posting on a dying microblogging website to a carefully-curated echo chamber that has radicalized itself into thinking that taking the absolute most extreme position on any subject is praxis but that anyone discussing the most practical way to effect actual change is your sworn enemy. You do not have the street cred OR the activist cred to be talking about killing cops, babe.

[aphel1on]

i have such a love for characters who descend into madness or villainy out of deep, deep empathy. characters who fundamentally cannot cope with the cruel realities they find themselves in and blow up about it in spectacular fashion. fallen angel type characters with tears of outrage in their eyes. characters who break before they bend, and break so badly they splatter blood all over their noble ideals. every variation on it gets me so good

[pineapple-frenzy]

Book 2 au: sparring sessions and short hair katara

They like to have sparring sessions in order to keep their bending skills sharp. They allow themselves to go all out and not hold back at all cause they know if anyone got hurt, Katara could just heal them

But anyways, wouldn't it be kinda funny if Zuko accidentally burned Katara's hair tho? Aofkqldkkajfjd

The "I think we can save the hairloops" line is from @linnoya-writes thank you for that!! :>>

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[xtinyslip]

"WILL GRAHAM?" hoping that she'd asked because she was naturally curious. rather than the name meaning something to her. oh, she knew EXACTLY who he was referring to. the strange but as much as she hated to admit it ; KIND man who had always showed up at the morgue with this dog that she pretended not to like. what was this? "a jail cell? is that what they told you?" cecilia didn't want to imply that her grandfather was a bad man, of course, not but he was a pederson. in fact, he was the highest pederson which said it all, didn't it? she was going to have to find this man before her grandfather's men could. where could he possibly be hiding? "i'm not sure what point your making? i don't particularly what she is." true. she was lucky to still be breathing, that's what she was. "she hurt you. do you really think i'm going to let her get away with that?" because it seemed out of the fucking question. was she worried about what this woman would do to her? truthfully, no because as far as she was concerned ; whatever it was? cecilia had most likely seen and experienced worse. "official." she couldn't help but smile, even if it felt like her heart was pounding in synch with is. the fact that he was in so much pain and she seemed helpless to stop it, that hurt. that was actual fucking torture. "well, we need your heart working for that. hm? lets make a deal? after whatever this silly stunt is that she's done to you is fixed? we'll go. give everyone else around us reason to have heart failure. yes?" trying to make light of something that was genuinely scaring the shit out of her. how serious was this? it was like he was having an intense reaction but to… her. "i know i'm placing myself in this category but it's true ; you sure know how to pick them. don't you?" she eased back. it was like when he was hurting, she was hurting too so she knew and… she didn't want to be the reason for his pain. "my grandfather only hires the best so this will be taken care of and in the mean time? i'll call, and…" was she seriously getting that emotional? she needed to get a grip, as she swallowed hard and nodded. "you should be resting anyway and this will give you the time to make sure you do that? you'll be alright and that's what matters." @fcdcdmcmories

"HIS NAME IS WILL. WILL GRAHAM. HE.. HE SHOVED HER DOWN THE STAIRS OF THE HOSPITAL HERE. JUST LIKE THAT. LEFT HER ALONE THERE AND BLEEDING. SHE COULD HAVE DIED. he.. your grandfather has his people out looking for him. the second it happens? they'll put him in a jail cell where he belongs." and will had seemed unstable when they had last seen one another, but.. he had never thought that he would have done this to him. not when he knew just how MUCH elaine meant to him. that had hurt. that had hurt and.. for a second, he was sure that he had almost blanked out. DIDN'T HE? it was as if his entire chest had exploded with pain the second that her hand had touched him and.. maybe, it was instinct that had him moving backwards, as further away as he could get. not because he wanted to, but.. goddamn it, that had hurt. "no.. no, cee, listen to me. she's dangerous. SHE DID THIS. SHE COULD HURT YOU TOO. JUST.. DON'T." the thought of her possibly feeling the amount of pain that he was in right now? no. just no. he'd take it all himself, as long as she didn't HAVE to. right? "yeah," he was sweating and shaking and still catching his break from the pain, but.. right now, he was only thinking of her and her alone and he still managed to smile. "OFFICIAL. NOT THAT WE HAVEN'T ALWAYS BEEN. and.. i meant every word, you know? i'd be pretty damn fucking lucky if i got to be your husband." little did he know, right? when she moved to lean closer, it was as if the pain had sharpened immediately. he closed his eyes, attempting to calm down. bitting down on the inside of his cheek so he wouldn't taste scream? yes. "i know. i know what it seems like. IT SOUNDS LIKE SOMETHING SHE'D DO." he didn't even want to say it out loud, but he knew. that it was being closer to her that was hurting him. "okay. okay, we can, but.. i don't.. i was fine.. until you got here. just fine. i.." glancing at her with the saddest of expressions. he knew what this meant. did she? if he took even more than half a step in her direction? what? would the pain get worse and.. would it kill, him? / @xtinyslip

[egophiliac]

I just realized it'll take the eng server almost a year to reach the 3D Cheka T pose model :' ) we're at book 7 part 6, and we get a new main story update every 2 to 3 months..

Anyway, do you wanna share some fun, spoiler-free shenanigans that happened in jp's server.? Just to have some crumbs to lick off the table until we get our own sandwich (my heart is empty and my soul is crying)

spoiler-free is pretty hard, especially considering. the, uhhh, particular turn that things take directly after 6. (like, the fact that the other characters are showing up probably counts on its own?) and I do think that if you can avoid getting spoiled, most of it is definitely better as a surprise! some of the genuinely best Twst moments are waiting for you. :D

if I may, however, present one of my favorite little throwaway bits with absolutely no context:

[lilybug-02]

I like to think Ogrim put his professional voice on for that little speech. (Next page will be out January 6th. Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays)

Bug Fact: Some snails have hairy shells. The hair-like structures are used to keep them moist and improve camouflage. Pictures Below.

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[technically-human]

When the ghost who read to you as you died activates all of your Must Protect instincts

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Look what we've become.

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[gongyussy]

you think YOU had a bad day at work?

bonus: sid shrieking "no!!!! NO!!!!!" loud enough to be heard in the stands and on camera

[nhura]

QUICK NO ONE'S LOOKING

(See readmore for thoughts, cope, bonus, etc.)

Anyone else up thinking about Ratio's big, strong, secure arms and how warm and all-consuming they could be in a hug or embrace. :/ Anyway

I just wanted to draw them being cute and seizing a sliver of a moment where they could have some PDA silly time without actually having any eyes on them. They're public figures and working adults with very clear boundaries between public persona and private life (to varying degrees of "in a sad way"), so while it may be in Aventurine's nature to constantly blur lines for various agendas and self-preservation (read: play "the flirt" without an aligned goal), I believe that in an actual relationship they'd be fairly private.

It's kind of fun to break your own rules, though! Ratio would be more upset about the consequences, though. He's a little bit of a hypocrite, which is devastating for someone of such discipline, but nobody's perfect.

I'm of the mentality of, "If you're tired of working on it, then just post it!", so here are some fun peripherals that I didn't feel like adding:

Some staff in the background sweeping up to evoke a blended sense of fragile privacy and liminal time.

A laptop on the aquarium/bar/counter because there's something fascinating about seeing people on their work laptops in public.

The rest of their clothes (casual friday)

[tagerrkix]

rage.

[aunmenosheteroenespanol]

2.12 Chimney Begins - 2.09 Hen Begins - 2.16 Bobby Begins Again - 7.04 Buck, Bothered and Bewildered

Tommy's family arc

[teaboot]

I am often self-concious of how often I talk and laugh in social settings. I've tried to stop, but can't seem to help myself. This has been a problem my entire life, for as long as I can remember, since my very first days of preschool. In efforts not to speak, I just feel myself get more and more excited until I lose my will to reign it in and spill words everywhere.

In light of that, here are some positive things I've heard about it:

"I could listen to you talk all day. I think you're one of the only people I can listen to who doesn't bore me to death."

(I burst out laughing in class after a long absence. someone across the room hears me.) "Hey! Now Tea's back!"

"You always know so many weird facts. It's awesome."

"Your life is buckwild. I love hearing from you, I never know what you're going to tell me."

"You really struggle at this, but you still show up and you do it anyways with a smile."

"How does your brain move so fast? You always have the perfect response ready to go."

"You know, I don't think you should write your next presentation ahead of time. You're much more engaging and dynamic when you ad-lib. Sticking to the script seems to slow you down."

"You give really good talks. Have you thought about teaching?"

"I can really feel your passion when you talk."

"I love how every time I take you somewhere we have funny interactions with people."

[becca-e-barnes]

Bucky pinning you down so you can’t squirm and he’s just sitting inside you while he tortures your clit feeling you clench around him. He makes you cum over and over until he finally cums.

Overstimulation + super soldier stamina = …

- 🍯

Dear God, I know I just don't have it in me to behave during cock-warming. When it comes down to it, I genuinely have no patience at all 😵‍💫

"You..." Bucky begins, pressing you down onto the bed before gripping your ankles and forcing you to flip over onto your front. "Have a problem with control."

With your face turned away from him, you can't help but smile to yourself. No one has ever said it out loud but you know he's right.

Being in control is where you're most comfortable. No hands are safer than your own. Except maybe his. You know he won't fuck this up.

"And you..." He continues, gathering your wrists behind your back, holding them tightly with one hand. "Need to learn how it feels to have control taken from you. Do you understand?"

As soon as you begin to nod your head, you feel him start to tape around your wrists, holding them together behind your back. Once he's content they're secure, he sits on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror before he pulls you onto his lap.

"Legs spread over the top of mine." He orders and you do as you're told, not because you have to but because you want to.

You notice the way your cunt is already glistening in the mirror and you're almost embarrassed because he hasn't even touched you yet.

"Fuck, you're made for this." He groans, lining his cock up to your slick entrance and you wonder if he's holding his breath too while he slides into you, as deep as your bodies will allow.

You're obsessed with the sight in front of you; your own naked body, with your legs spread so far apart you can see how your cunt is stuffed full of him.

Being shorter though, your feet can't touch the ground like this. There's no way you'll get enough leverage to fuck yourself on him but as soon as you start to tell him that, he silences you with two thick fingers between your lips.

"I'm not letting you fuck me." His free hand roams over your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples and then settling between your spread thighs.

"I'm going to play with you. I'm going to see how much you can take. I'm going to work out exactly how you like your clit stroked and I'm going to do that until your legs are shaking and your body won't let you cum any more. Maybe then I'll fuck you but sweetheart, that will be hours from now." His breath is hot against the side of your face, his fingers slipping from your mouth to your waist while he starts to flick gently against your clit.

"I'm going to start slowly. I'm going to do everything I can to drag this out as long as possible. I can feel every clench and flutter of this pretty little cunt and I'm going to enjoy it until you're dripping over my balls." At this rate, it won't be long until you're dripping onto the carpet, never mind over him. You dreamed he'd want to take control like this but you never imagined the way your body would respond.

"And then, when you've cum more times than you can handle, I'm going to tell you that I love you while I fuck you like I don't."

Update: Part 2