#again not smash or pass

[hearmeoutworthypoll]

To clarify, “understandably hot” is also just in relation to how weird someone’s crush is, not necessarily actually sexy.

Is it weird or more reasonable to be attracted to them?

[kr-yoongi]

Arthur Pendragon voice: Merlin

[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

Bonus! "Longarm Prime"

[smashorpassgilf]

norman osborn from spiderman no way home? [willem dafoe was 66 for no way home] [couldn't pick just two. i wuv him.]

[painsandconfusion]

Harmless

Whumping the Whumpers - Part Forty-three

(tw: broken bones, hand whump/gore, foot whump/gore, body horror, strangulation, unconsciousness, genuinely like a lethal amount of bone damage, hammer, buzzy bright lights that make the autism go weh)

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Ethan’s boots clodded against the stairs as he made his way back down to the workshop. As much as he hated to agree with Nate, there was a spark of fear curling through him now. He’d been that man’s punching bag for far too long. He thought those days were over, but now here he was with a broken nose, black eye, and bruised around the throat from those same hands he thought were long rendered harmless.

To put both his and Nate’s worries to rest, he needed to put an abrupt end to that fear and worry.

Ethan unlocked the workshop door, slapping on the industrial, buzzing lights.

Crawford groaned, curling in on himself like a drunkard who passed out in an alley rather than making his way home - business suit ripped and muddy as he hides from the first rays of morning light.

Ethan moved closer to the broken man who was chained to the ground in the middle of the room. Chained by the neck, too. Nate wasn’t feeling merciful, evidently. Just a short chain ‘round his throat that was padlocked to the floor.

Efficient, Ethan supposed. Full body mobility and absolutely nowhere to go.

“M’ sssorry-” the broken man choked out. Pleading for mercy long after the crime he didn’t regret. One he’d gladly do again if he weren’t so afraid of the consequences.

“No you’re not,” Ethan responded coolly. Distracted. Focused on the wall of tools. “Don’t need to pretend you are.”

“B-ut y-”

“It won’t change anything. Just save it.” He wasn’t feeling the sadism. Not today. Not right now. Right now, this was a chore. Incapacitating the bastard so he wouldn’t ever be able to lay a finger on Ethan again.

Ethan selected a simple club hammer. Iron, he assumed. Polished to a shine on the square ends but left router and dark throughout the middle. Attached by a sturdy handle that could shunt the great weight of the tiny thing without buckling or splintering.

He wandered closer, earning a squirm from the man on the ground.

“..pl-leas-”

“Put your hand out on the ground,” Ethan ordered simply, crouching nearby.

A whine muffled out of Crawford’s curled form. His hands tucked in even closer - up against his chest.

Ethan’s teeth grit. “Either you listen, or I break whatever I have to to get to your hands.”

A silence with another whimper followed. The man still didn’t move.

“Alright,” he sighed, shifting forward onto one knee. Without warning, he swing the bludgeon down, cracking through the man’s shoulders. 

Ethan never could get used to the screams in this room. Maybe some day, but not today. There wasn’t enough softness in this room to steal away the sound and muffle it away. Not even a bit. It just echoed and rang, searing at his eardrums and clanging against the walls in an unending refrain.

He didn’t mind too much. Just enough that he made yet another mental note to bring earplugs. He never did, regardless of how many times he swore that the next time he went down he’d use them. He simply enjoyed the little sounds too much to mind the screams. Earplugs did keep the pain back, but they also took away all the little grunts, whispers, and wheezing, strained breath. They kept back the murmurs and minuscule pleas. The scraping rattle of the chain and the squeak of feet kicking against the polished floor.

It wasn’t like Ethan was a stranger to pain. His ears could ring. So what if he was half deaf by the time he was fifty? Plenty of people give up the same just to attend concerts. He was doing this for a far nobler cause and with a much higher satisfaction rate.

Ethan brought the hammer down twice more- on his bicep and elbow. One cracked, though he wasn’t sure which.

Unable to pull back against his grip, Crawford’s ruined arm was easily pried out by Ethan’s grip. He pinned the wrist down to the cold floor with a knee, then started again.

Fingers barely make a sound when they break. They’re so tiny and brittle, it’s a wonder they’re so useful in the body. Why don’t they break every other day? Anatomy was a wonder to him. One day, he’d study properly and learn to truly appreciate the human body. Its limits and its wonders alike.

Seven hits. Thirteen. Nineteen. Twenty-two. He stopped to reach down, gripping the mangled and mushed bit of flesh. Feeling the broken bones scrape against each other.

A quick glance to Crawford’s face told him the man was either dissociated or on the brink of unconsciousness. Maybe both.

He gave the hand one more squeeze before pulling out the other arm. The muscles there only gave vague hints at resisting, so he was able to pin that one down more easily.

Again, the smashing. The screams. The emptiness of the hand.

It reminded Ethan of rubber gloves. When you’re a child and fill it up with water at the sink. Tie it shut and play with the little blob that’s almost a hand. It had much of the same texture. Flopping fingers barely staying in place. Palm able to bend backwards more easily than the wrist. Soft and hot and difficult to keep a grip on.

He let it stay there as he swiveled around to the feet. Bare toes already bruised against the ground from struggles throughout the past three weeks that they’d had him here. He pinned down an ankle, finding no resistance at all. Ethan looked up to Crawford again. Unconscious, though half sentient through it. Breathing ragged and shallow with eyes almost completely closed. Limp.

Fortunately, Ethan wasn’t here today for the sadism. Crawford didn’t need to be awake or responsive for this session. In fact, he wasn’t sure he wanted Crawford much longer at all.

The hammer came down again and again, shattering the feet into bloody globs on the floor. Chipping up the bone to break his ankles and kneecaps as well. Swing and crunch. Swing and crunch. Swing and crunch.

He desperately wished he could get this man under an x-ray. See just how many bones he was breaking.

Ethan didn’t know how long he worked. He kept going up the arms and legs, feeling at the boneless structures for hints of sharpness and any seconds that were too firm. Then he would strike them as he had the rest. Break the something down to nothing again.

Ethan didn’t make his way back upstairs until the squid fucking itch at the back of his skull was satisfied that Crawford was utterly and irrevocably harmless.

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[bg3smash-or-pass]

[inafieldofdaisies]

OC Smash or Pass | tags under the cut

Rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

Name: Eloise "Lou" Morello Height: 5'9" Age: 30 Occupation: Eden's Gate member Sexuality: Bisexual

Pros & Cons in no particular order (and somewhat subjective which is which really) — Direct as hell, witty and just as opinionated, less open about her own feelings — Is known to hunt people for fun or go into stabby mode when crossed (even fellow cult members don't feel safe around her) — Considered somewhat the "black sheep" of the cult, though her success rate at bringing sinners in has kept her in Jacob's good graces — Plays the piano — Smokes and has broken her fair share of Eden's Gate's rules (what Joseph doesn't know might actually kill him if he finds out) — Collects little trophies trinkets anytime she has to do supply runs or capture people, and likes to come up with stories how each object was important to its owner — Commitment issues thanks to her complicated family life (she'd deny it but she's very afraid of losing any more people and doesn't believe she deserves love) — Loves to be in charge, stubborn and often pushes herself to her limits — Not fully indoctrinated when it comes to Joseph's ideas, but believes she has no other options and clings to the memories EG holds of her family — Feels at home in the woods, moves with utmost confidence in the dark and has a wolf as loyal companion (pupper chose her despite her protests and refuses to leave her side ever since) — Has conflicted views on religion and believes in Jacob's mission, aka would absolutely drag you to St. Francis if he asks — Survivalist (a given, with her role in Jacob's region) — High tolerance for pain and lower for people — Archery as her favorite coping mechanism

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Tagging, @strafethesesinners @strangefable @rhettsabbott @harmonyowl @aceghosts

@cassietrn @voidika @theelderhazelnut @purplehairsecretlair @wrathfulrook

@killyourrdarlingss @josephseedismyfather @trench-rot @finding-comfort-in-rain @thesingularityseries

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@derelictheretic @carlosoliveiraa @g0dspeeed @captastra @raresvtm

@icecutioner @cloudofbutterflies92 and anyone that would like to do the tag <3

[acepalindrome]

Shoutout to Klaus (2019) for creating the most GILF-y version of Santa there’s ever been.

[pkmn-smashorpass]

blaziken will always be special to me cause after I had a car accident, holding onto my tiny blaziken plushie made me feel safe enough to get into a car again, so I'd say Blaziken has already smashed me, in my heart.

YOURE NOT ALLOWED TO MAKE ME CRY ON THE POKÉMON SEX BLOG 🥺

[violentdevotion]

hi just wanted to say i’m loving smash or pass cars. really great stuff i’m having a blast 🚗 bonus question would u smash or pass this car emoji? 🚗🚗

that's what the emoji looks like me idk if it looks different for you but that's a classic americana car. that's a 7 year old boy with the red crayon this favourite colour) car. literally the quintessential car. to smash any car you have to smash this one. easy smash for me

[creatorofstarrealm]

One year ago I made a tierlist going through all the characters and deciding whether or not I would smash them. Here is the long awaited sequel. I waited until Mk1 release before I made the sequel.

As mention before I will not be giving any context.

[awkwardgaydude]

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[sachermorte]

i know sex police will show up at my house but are you a top or bottom. i argued about it with a friend and we didn't get anywhere :(

Vote now on your pho--

You were arguing about whether I top or bottom with one of your friends?????

[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

TFP Soundwave

Propaganda below the cut

Sillay

[smashorpassgilf]

Sam Elliott. How that man hasn’t been submitted yet I don’t know. I have been mildly infatuated with him since I was a child.

[hot-hot-wheels]

Hotweiler