#Voyeurist

[symphonicskyline]

Dig 'til there's nothing

I'll keep on climbing

Until I'm skin and bones

Fade into new light

Blur back to old lives

Release me from all fear

[temptresstitania]

i love perverts who r embarrassed abt it. perverts who clear their search history if they see you peering at their computer screen. perverts who stutter out euphemisms and vague "you know..."s when u ask them what they're into. perverts who lie. perverts who swear they're not weird, that they looked up porn of some disgusting fetish "one time" or "on accident". perverts who look the other way when they talk to u because if they didn't, their eyes would be glued to ur tits. perverts who secretly wish that you would find out, that you would force them to confess to all sorts of sick things about themselves, abt how they think of you. perverts that want you to hear all of their depraved fantasies involving you. perverts that need someone like you to make them admit it. ❂

MEN DNI.

[edennill]

GRRM may write more women than Tolkien, but as a woman I would feel much safer in Tolkien's world, and around the author himself

[uncanny-tranny]

It's honestly frustrating that I've seen non-Russian queer people almost bragging about how they would be illegal in Russia, labeled an extremist or terrorist. Russian queers are in danger, their government has made it clear where it stands, and it's made this effort for the better part of a decade (even longer, perhaps). This will kill people, don't mistake this for a quirky little proclamation from a government, akin to somebody saying the sky is pink. Russian queer people were already expressing their fear, and the least we can do now is express our love for them, and advocate with them.

Russian queer people, I love you. I love you all so much. I am so sorry, I cannot begin to express the grief that I feel, and I hope that you are safe. Words cannot encapsulate how I feel as a non-Russian, and I cannot hope to comprehend how it feels to actually be in this situation.

[gay-impressionist]

france is burning.

667 people were arrested last night. they are curfews in place. public transport is partially closed at night.

nahel, a 17-year-old, was shot tuesday by the police during a traffic stop. he wasn't violent or armed, he wasn't a threat. but he broke the law and tried to drive away, so the cops killed him.

and now france is rioting.

there is a video so the government isn't trying to deny the facts for once. but the minister of the interior (in charge of the police) still insist that the police shot less people since the 2017 law on public safety.

but an analysis of police statistics by Le Monde, the most read newspaper in france, says otherwise. when the police shot on average 250 people each year in the five years prior to 2017, that number became 297 after 2017. for shots fired specifically on moving vehicles, the average used to be 119 and it's now 150. before 2017, there was an average of 0.06 deaths per shot. now it's 0.32.

more than ever, the police shoots to kill.

so france is burning.

[aduckwithears]

The candlelight, the intimacy, the hands on the table almost touching...

[motelsnleatherseats]

By the time John gets back from his hunt, he can tell that his boys were far passed the point of no return. Dean can hardly look him in the eyes without donning a shameful expression, like he can smell the sin coming off him, and Sam's more flighty than usual, keeping as much space as he can between him and Dean as if the sudden distance compared to their usual closeness wasn't a red flag.

Sam's got a bandaid at the juncture of his shoulder and neck, but John can see the outskirts of bruising peeking out from the edges, tiny broken blood vessels darkening the skin caused by careless teeth and lips. Dean's refusing to take off his jacket despite the heat with the collar turned up to shield the obvious marks of blunt nails that were dragged down the nape of his neck and between shoulder blades. Only one bed looks slept in, the other exactly how it was when he left.

A few days go by before they let their guard down a bit, now back in each other's personal space, but John can see the way they look at each other. Dean spends too much time gazing longingly at his little brother every chance he gets, and when he's driving and looking at Sam in the rear view mirror, John has to remind him 'eyes on the road, Dean' more times than he should in the span of a few hours.

They pull off to a gas station to fill up and grab something to eat, and John heads inside, sees the boys head off to the bathroom together around the back, and already he can sense trouble. He gives them a few minutes, but when they're taking longer than they should, he marches his way to the bathroom and calls out for them, one stall occupied, two pairs of feet suddenly scrambling.

Sam's hair is disheveled and Dean looks like he's expecting to get throttled, panic evident. His cheeks that were momentarily red ago were draining color. John cocks his head towards the door in a silent demand that they leave and get back to the car. Sam rushes out but John grabs Dean by the lapel of his jacket and pushes him against the tiled wall before he had a chance to skirt passed him. He can feel his eldest go rigid, face scrunching up some like he's expecting to get hit, but John exhales a rough breath, releasing his hold on him.

"Never in public, do you understand me? And if you're going to mark each other up, get better at hiding it."

Dean stares in shock for a moment like his brain is trying to process what the hell was happening. John can see him trying to make sense of it, to come to the realization that yes, he knows, and he's not going to beat the daylights out of him for putting hands on Sammy.

"Do you understand me?"

"Yessir."

John takes the keys from Dean and lets him leave first to join his brother at the car. He takes a moment to splash his face with some water before scrubbing over it a sigh. Those young, careless boys. What was he going to do with them?

↳ a continuation of this post.

[ceticalys]

🥚 three days of eggy sketches for @quezify's eggtober! mitotic, very hot and fast, and copius eggs 🥚

[basiatlu]

Day 11: Ghost

The ghosts and specters in residence at Hogwarts find many things to keep themselves entertained.

I barely made it!! My iPad and my phone are so about to die but I did it and I am satisfied (for now). I’ve wanted to draw this since the very beginning and I wish to later polish this up even more~

[podcast-hemocytoblast]

tma au where the apocalypse ritual doesn’t work because there’s one (1) typo in the statement document at the very end. Like Jon reads the whole ritual but it fails because the last line says “I opem the door” and so the door opems (not a real word in English) instead of opening and from then on any time Jonah Magnus shows “his” face (not actually his, because he is old and a face-stealing whore) in public everyone points and laughs at him for making a typo in the evil fear apocalypse ritual

[sweetandsubby]

now hear me out…

you dress me up in your favorite lingerie, or just pasties and a pair of panties, maybe don’t even dress me up at all except for the blindfold around my head.

you take me to a party, i don’t know where we’re going or what’s going on but that doesn’t matter all i know is i have to be obedient for my master.

we get to the party and you lead me inside and i can hear lots of people but i can’t recognize any voices.

you lead me to a stage and position me on my knees in the middle before taking off my blindfold. you lean in, whispering that you’re going to abuse me in front of all of these people.

you start off by shoving my head down onto your cock and i feel tears already starting to fall as i choke on your thick cock. people are passing by, staring at us and i cringe away but my pussy is getting wetter and wetter by the second.

you pull me off of your cock and tug me by my hair over your lap. as you start to smack my face, ass, tits, pussy, clit, over and over i can start to hear what the other people are saying

“god what a fucking disgusting slut”

“look how wet her pussy is just from getting smacked around”

“bet she’ll cum just from us degrading her”

“she looks so fucking tight”

“look at her begging for our attention what a disgusting pathetic little whore”

“maybe he’ll let everyone use her afterwards. she’ll enjoy being a messy cumdump.”

i end up cumming just from listening to them degrade me over and over and my master gets mad.

“our first punishment of the night!” you announce to the room of people watching and i squirm but can’t wait to be watched and humiliated all night long

[ihaveanaversiontodecisions]

seeing the "Jon isn't a poc character because white people make up most of academia and also the voice actor is white and his name sounds white!" tma discourse on twt makes me want to claw my fucking eyes out.

"b-but i j-just imagine him as white🥺"

*extremely loud incorrect buzzer*

[poinsettiapavilion]

I wish the guy next door would just jerk off loudly at 5am instead of yapping

[snezus-christ-risen]

When someone covers their nose while building up to a sneeze, but you can see their nostrils flaring between the gaps of their fingers.