#a2t?

[coolerdracula]

vaginoplasty and phalloplasty surgery is so cool you can just make that. and there are professional penis tattooers

[abandonedsdjfhcvndfbv]

My hair is like insane this looks like a wire next to my mouth and i went to the mirror and some was sticking out really weirdly behind my ear it gets comical. but no its my hair Reminds me of my insane ear loss dream im so sure was influenced by my incredibly loud music listening and being concerned about it like yeah sure Lets turn that into both aides of my head being melted off i mean it was pretty cool i guess but i was scared of like idk germs getting in there. my brain was just exposed. if u exposed a brain in an uncontrolled environment wgat the fuck will the dust mites even do to it like if they decide to step on one nerve a bit too strongly im like going to be fundementally changed as a person forever

[ancientbeast]

every day i am mourn the fact that there are so many disadvantages to drinking blood as a human

[ashtreelane]

i hate having the disease

[zihette]

*strings attached.

[norcester-archive]

drown & indulge yourself

[henriiiii-1001old]

i need. i need to write this out. its short canon-based fic that's like. basically spoilers but i neeeeeeeEEEEEEEEd to write this

fic/technical spoilers under the cut

He couldn’t believe it. His slumped figure, the uncanny features of what used to be his face, his screams… Adam Murray, one of the most wanted criminals by the FBI to date, was one of them?

Thatcher, body laying on his side on the carpeted floor of the suspect’s bedroom, stared in utter shock and horror at the criminal’s screaming state, his eyes and mouth misshaped to the point he couldn’t be recognized as who he was before. He had witnessed someone’s humanity being stripped away from them. Just like his had in previous years.

Thatcher put down the camera and slid himself to a nearby wall to recover properly. His hands reached for the popcorn texture and pushed himself up, all while trying to think of some way he could calm the boy, or, if needed, neutralize the threat. He didn’t seem like a threat, however. The voice beckoning to this place had certainly not wanted to lure him for the sake of getting killed. Whoever called him here wanted him to witness someone else’s pain, to test him in his willingness to actually help others. And he gladly took that challenge.

“Murray, kid,” Thatcher tried to speak, his voice raspy from having woken up only a mere thirty minutes ago. “I… What the hell’s going on?”

“JUST LET ME DIIIiIiiEeEEE!!!!!!!!!” he screamed, the pain clear as day through his voice. He tried moving his slacked arms, sluggishly grabbing his jaw and hair in his separate hands, pulling on both of them simultaneously. He even began whispering and mumbling for the Lieutenant to “just kill him,” pleading for the sweet release of the pain he had been enduring.

Thatcher swallowed his fears and began approaching the alternate, hands hovering over the gun he had brought for protection. As much as he knew he couldn’t kill those things, it was a good distraction in case things had to get violent. He’d survived one before, what’s another?

He inched his way toward Adam, the suspect trying to crumple himself into a ball as a way to mitigate his suffering. All the while, he was still screaming at the top of his lungs. His footsteps were quiet so as to not alarm the suffering boy in front of him. His limbs had been stretched out to an impossible length as well as being skinny enough that he’d die right there and then if he were truly human. At this point, Thatcher was sure that everything he thought about Adam was a complete lie.

There was one thing on his mind as he stepped ever closer: does Sarah know? Does his ex know? Does anyone else know?

Once Thatcher had felt he had been able to get close enough, he bent down to Adam’s level, hesitating for a moment before reaching out to him. Slowly but surely, he had placed a soft hand against the disfigured kid’s knee. Adam tried lifting his head but decided he didn’t want to due to how much it would hurt for someone else to see him like this. Thatcher knew it too.

Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around the crying mess, ignoring how liquid the skin felt, how flexible it was now. It became goo in his hands as he tried gripping onto Adam for dear life, not wanting to let him go until he’d calmed himself down. Adam began to shift around a bit before uncurling himself, albeit in a very strained manner. Thatcher noticed this attempt and slightly backed away, still keeping his hands attached to Adam in an attempt of comfort.

“Why… aren’t you running…?” Adam asked, the soft whisper of his voice almost not reaching the officer’s ears. “Did… why? Why are you here?”

“That doesn’t matter right now. What matters is making sure you’re okay,” Thatcher responded in the same tone of voice as to not scare him. He had a gut feeling that him breaking down is why he’s all discombobulated. “Take some breaths with me, and hold on tight if you need to.”

With those remarks, Thatcher softly embraced Adam once more, Adam slowly returning his gesture this time. Thatcher could feel Adam’s melting hands searching for some sort of grip on him, finally setting on holding his hair a little too tight for Thatcher’s comfort. Thatcher decided to ignore the pain in favor of helping Adam in the best way he could. He leaned his head backwards to alleviate some of it at least, but it truly wasn’t his main focus at the present moment.

“Take some breaths, kid. Please,” Thatcher whispered. He began to breathe deeply, in and out, in a stable pattern to model to Adam. Adam struggled at first, the snot being sniffled back up his nose and tears running endlessly down his face - or was it blood -, but eventually finding a pattern that worked for him best. His skin began to solidify in the process - not fully, but it was definitely better than before. Adam finally found more grip in his hands and removed his hands from Thatcher’s hair to settle on his back instead.

“I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry,” Adam repeated quietly, half hoping that Thatcher wouldn't hear. Or at least that’s what he theorized.

“Don’t ever apologize,” Thatcher firmly, but gently, stated, pulling away from the boy softly. “You needed help, and that’s okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

Adam looked up at Thatcher, finally. His eyes and mouth had changed back into a normal, stable state along with the rest of his limbs. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy, his lips quivered, and his entire body simply shook from the mere shock, pain, and horror of it all.

“Am I… Are…” Adam mumbled. He looked at his hands and flexed them a few times, unsure of if he had returned to his former self or not. “Am I real?”

“If that’s supposed to mean ‘are you normal again’ then yes, you are,” Thatcher chuckled. “However, if you’re truly questioning whether or not you’re real, then the answer is still yes. I have tons of records on you back at the station if you need proof.”

Adam chuckled softly, trying to hide his amusement in Thatcher’s words. He stared at the ground for a few moments, and Thatcher joined him. They sat in complete, awkward silence, though that silence might have been necessary.

“You need a place to stay? Or someone to stay here with you for the night? I don’t want you to be by yourself tonight. Maybe not even for the next few days. And we don’t have to talk about this right now. I understand.”

Adam nodded and began tearing up once more, lunging at Thatcher with a more enthusiastic hug. Thatcher immediately complied.

“Thank you… I’m so sorry you had to deal with this-”

“Hey, again, don’t apologize.”

Adam nodded in Thatcher’s shoulder. He had longed for physical contact for a good while, and this was the best chance he’d ever get at it. Thatcher felt it as Adam tried to get even closer to him, pulling on him even harder and even trying to nuzzle his shoulder just to get that extra sense of physical feeling. A sense of comfort and safety. A sense of humanity.

“I don’t wanna stay here,” Adam spoke up, his voice slightly muffled by the officer’s shoulder. “I need to get out of here…”

“I got you covered. Not too comfortable bringing you to my place due to… circumstances, but we can just head over to the station. I should have something there to make us comfortable.”

Adam nodded and gave a verbal indicator through hums. Thatcher slightly separated from Adam to help him stand, walking him out of the house and to his car. He led him to the passenger seat and let himself get comfortable. After he gently closed the door, he walked over to the driver’s seat, got comfortable, started the car, and drove as fast as he could to get them both out of there.

Thatcher wasn’t sure what to do the next morning, but whatever it was it would be taking care of this damn kid. He already lost his parents, and he’s not gonna let it happen again.

[netatori]

[newcronomicon]

oc ref who cheered ^_^ ( ok 2 rb !! )

extra outfit + some notes below :3

[aquariumgirls]

unfortunately i don't filter my words to you so there's nothing i would say on anon that i wouldn't otherwise. anyways recently i've been seeing a lot of omegaverse Jesus content, and its got me thinking about it all. I truly believe that omega!Jesus being such a predominant hc is due to His selfless and giving nature, but that really rubs me the wrong way. Why can't an alpha be selfless and giving? Alphas by nature give more than they take, and making Jesus an omega 9/10 times reads weird to me, considering His transmasculine status. Which Jesus also is. Also Judas is literally His follower, His Apostle. Judas's so omega coded

Anyways, I love you, I appreciate the time we spend together, and hope we remain close for years to come. <3

JAIMIE IK THIS US YOU DNEKAKANDBSKAKDHDB also im goign to cry forever I LOVE U BRO......BROMIE..........HOMESLCIS.CE..

[coolerdracula]

unsanitary

reading posts on a "coprophilia" (scat fetish) subreddit and these people are kind of awesome. like it's the kind of thing that's super unsanitary and unpleasant to think about for most people but they have to live with it being a part of their sex lives so they're just like sure whatever and bear their souls about poop on the internet. it's brave . this is what people should mean by "support people with weird kinks" . ok now I want to stop thinking about it

[paeinovis]

it is genuinely crazy how little doctors tell u abt procedures before they do them, it should be explained wtf something is before they do it like ask if the patient actually knows what x procedure entails and what it will be like before subjecting them to it

[walterdecourceys]

Premarital sex, cohabitation, divorce, sexual assault, polyamory, and a host of other sexual practices increasingly tolerated by our culture are symptoms of a fallen world that is under the curse of sin.

see i feel like this ☝️ is a good example of why christians' obsession with using "the culture" as some kind of vague strawman makes absolutely no sense. like i'm certain the people "tolerating" divorce are not the same people "tolerating" sexual assault. also i know you guys like feeling special and different but i promise you're not the only group in the world who thinks sa is bad. i pinkie promise

[ashtreelane]

it always really sucks when a media with an abuser in it gets popular . because then for the rest of time , no matter how that abuser looks or acts, you just have to listen to people calling them ugly & talking about how gross they are , and equating things like not showering with being abusive . nd every depressed abuse survivor who happens to enjoy fandoms to any degree has to just put up with that all the time

[henriiiii-1001]

some sketches for yall bc i promised i'd feed you

the first one w thea is gonna be a lil series where i draw all the characters in different outfits. i just wanted to give them some variety so they aren't stuck in the same clothes every time i draw them LOL

the second one w peter is actually a cropped version of the full sketch, but that's bc it has slight spoilers. plus, i liked how i drew him here!!! he looks super cool :DDDD (plz click on the image here bc it's actually a portrait pic, i just didnt wanna leave it by itself lol)

i have an extra sketch underneath the "keep reading" just in case bc it has implied suicide in it, so click only if you're comfortable

[chroniclyst]

blow things up raaaahhhhhhhh

i wanted to do a fun eyestrainy palette and who better than Her. saurry if this hurts anyones eyeballs

edit tumblr crunched the quality on mobile please open it up