#Modern Hate

[gothmusiclatinamerica]

"It Follows" by Mexicali, Mexico-based dark post-punk and gothic punk act Silent off of their 2021 album Modern Hate

[nugothrhythms]

"Hands on the Wall" by Mexicali, Mexico-based dark post-punk and gothic punk act Silent off of their 2021 album Modern Hate

[frances-kafka]

Here's an example of some of that shifting frame I'm talking about, as we truly enter the 21st, and leave behind the 20th Century. This is actually a really normal interaction that you see in 20th century media. Most people my age and older understand it as completely normal and it is not seen as autistic.

I have had to reassure any number of people that asking for the same beverage two visits in a row, and or being a regular at a specific restaurant, is not weird.

Maybe it is weird now. I don't know.

But it would not have been considered weird at ANY point during the majority of my lifetime. You will see this kind of an interaction in a majority of 20th century sitcoms. Probably even later ones. But I suspect that the people the most worried about this, are not in the media consumption silo that would show this. Sitcoms will show this, but lots of the most socially anxious people do not watch sitcoms. (I've noticed this for ages.)

"The Usual" is actually NOT an inconvenience to shopkeepers.

[temeyes]

POV: you're an enemy goon in MW2022's wetwork level (based on this post LOL)

[keobrt]

Au where Shen yuan who was oblivious to his dog actually being a big ( sexy) demon man until one day luo binghe accidentally reveals himself

[tubesock86]

hey remember these guys?

[konigsblog]

How Loser!König behaves once he gets his grimey hands on Bimbo!Reader.💄 (🌽 link)

König had reached his wit's end. He was pushed beyond his limits, sick and tired of your constant teasing and mocking. He despised the way you'd taunt him, calling him pathetic for not losing his virginity, for being so prudish and socially anxious. You took pity on the freakish loser who clearly fawned over you. He'd generously help you study with the promise that you'd jerk him off. I mean, König would accept anything. But, from a girl like you? How can he reject your kind offer? You were practically doing charity work.

You'd promise to make out with him afterwards, to suck him off and wrap those pretty, glossy lips around his meaty, girthy cock. You'd show him a great time, reapplying your lip gloss before skipping off with a playful grin on your face, leaving König with a growing, leaking, and straining boner and a creamy and sticky mess left along his t-shirt. He couldn't resist you. You were a temptation, an irresistible one at that. He'd catch himself fantasising about losing his virginity to you, distracting himself from his work. Fuck, look what you've done to him, Maus.

He attempted to hold himself back. But, it wouldn't take long for König to break, to lose control. He'd plead with you for hours on his knees in front of you, his face buried in your plush, soft thighs. He begged to lose his virginity to you, to feel your slick cunt around his inexperienced cock. He was tired of catching you toying with other men, losers similar to himself. He wanted you. He just wanted you to love him.

“Bitte, Mein herz,” König began, his eyebrows downturned and furrowed together, a frown visible on his face, “You know what you’re doing to me. Just one time, I need it.”

And how could you ignore the sight of König's gleaming and shining eyes, the way they glimmered in the dim light? You sighed, pushing his head from your lap to slide your panties off, rolling your eyes at his depravity. You wore a thin lace thong, stuffing König's mouth with the worn underwear while he rolled and rubbed his creamy head against your dripping slit. Collecting your sweet juices, he used it as lube, allowing himself to slowly ease inside while breathing in your expensive perfume — the one he'd purchased for you, an attempt to win you over.

König couldn't control himself. Each deep thrust sent a wave of euphoria through the sick pervert. He growled and grumbled, an animalistic and depraved noise emitting from him. He worked until his legs were trembling, until he could feel his core tightening and his shaft pulsating inside your wet, warm heat. He'd fill you, leave an ache on your rear from the impact of his heavy balls colliding with your supple ass. He'd work until his thick load was spilling from you and you were unable to catch your breath, ‘til mascara was running down your cheeks, and you were moaning his name through breathlessness and helplessness.

[1v31182m5]

Commission I did for @vibee2001 💞💞

[bressynonym]

buzzzzzzzz

[gothmusiclatinamerica]

"Trust No God" by Mexicali, Mexico-based dark post-punk and gothic punk act Silent off of their 2021 album Modern Hate

[uncanny-tranny]

This might seem like an "old man yells at cloud" situation, but it's just wild growing up and being told how dangerous distracted driving is - how, at highway speeds, you can traverse the length of a football field (100 yards, 91 meters) in a matter of seconds - how one split second sending a text while driving could result in a potential fatal crash, and then getting on the road as a driver and being surrounded by billboards. Their entire purpose is to catch one's attention, so they're lining major roads, which tend to be highways. How is it that you're told how important it is to never be distracted while driving, but still being advertised to?

At best, this type of advertising is an eyesore to pedestrians and motorists and a general waste of electricity to light it, and at worst, it is an active danger considering they are there to advertise and therefore, must catch people's attention.

I'm not even against advertising in theory, but this particular mode bothers me so much and I hate how pervasive it is - especially in large cities or highways.

[spacedlexi]

theyre both a little desperate and pathetic with it

[reds-skull]

I was planning on practicing drawing Soap's face (for the billionth time) and it turned into this silly little comic

[starzshark]

other goth family comics: :D :P

[mactavishenjoyer]

Soap, seeing ghosts happy trail when he stretches:"slut."

Ghost:"what I do?"

Soap:"you know what you did whore."

Ghost:???

[cod-dump]

Soap: I found a way to invoke unbridled rage in the Shadows

Gaz: … how?

Soap: Okay, just keep in mind I have several young niblings and cousins

Gaz: Why-?

Soap, yelling: LISTEN UP EVERYPONY

Shadows, from a distance: *enraged screaming*

Gaz:

Gaz: How did you discover that the first time?

Soap: Don’t worry about it