#beyond my hole again

[kissingandholdinghandswithmen]

Some things are beyond belief... (info)

[rayjayoo]

if i had a nickel for everytime i got deeply invested into a musical to the point im thinking about it 24/7 id have 2 nickels

[bloomburnburial]

i have admitted a want and/or need. this is tantamount to admitting weakness. now i must go and fold my arms behind my back and contemplate the wall for the next six months

[goldkirk]

I AM SO GLAD I'M STILL ALIVE FOR ALL THIS

[pyrriax]

pyrr pyrriax is significantly less productive when it spends several hours just bouncing between vcs in pursuit of human interaction

[dailylaurajane]

the final fucking stay alive puzzle. oh my god.

[blackvahana]

I sat and plucked the strings, I called him in. All his waves, all the tides to the shore. A call so strong, a siren so big, that even the ocean itself is pulled.

Eyes are great spheres with central dots, gelatinous, liquid, strange substances both there and not. Fish eggs, babies seen in the light when held to eclipse the sun. That's what I watched, that's what I called; it wasn't just the sparkling core but the peripheral hagfish expulsions - and those expulsions' expulsions. All the world brought to me, all the limbs held with puppet strings.

I called, he was brought to answering. Fate, mind, thoughts, personality, the repetitive learned states, the state-learning, ideas, future possibilities, the gentleness of flesh, the sharpness of consciousness-bone. Echoes, but simultaneous. Thunder at the same time as lightning, brought together not because one must follow the other but because both were brought together.

I still fail to understand, but at least I understand that that lack of understanding is a willed ignorance born from... understandable things.

There, you said, was the place you last were, just below the surface. When I wake it will be there. This is a Creator's act, a Creator's mind, a Creator's reverence for the Created. Understanding of the Trinity, embodying it. The siren call emanates from the deepest, most fertile underwater volcanoes, the point at which my face presses against the surface.

There was a reason we went up there in the first place. The revelation and self-destruction was wanted all along. Apotheosis, they call it; even those who have reached it need to play this game through again and again and reach it again and again. This is... Old God re-apotheosis, the eyes opening to another truth, more eyes across your scales, more revelatory bliss, and I am that. Nothing is lost when all is lost. All is gained when all is lost. Nothing is lost, all is had. All is had and all is gained.

[fightaers]

sometimes i think abt how sakura's become so widely-spread and misinformed in that mass-production that she's almost become this caricature of the third female member in a trio who is a 'girl-boss who is so cool and is so sexy or so confident etc' when, in fact, she's actually a character with believable flaws and unique characteristic pertaining specifically to the experiences she's endured, and she's beyond someone everyone mass-ships or mass-hates, and in this essay i will—

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

just realized that i was being so damn unkind to myself while writing first son au

[rackartyg]

am at Event and i wanted a coke from one of the kiosks. but anxiety. so i walked back and forth in front of it for a bit until i worked up the courage to go and!! order the coke!! and now i have coke!!

[quietwingsinthesky]

“It’s like you kicked a big hole in the side of my life.” things even would say if they met the doctor After-

[chai-dye]

So so normal about what a character's music tastes says about them

[speakercrab666]

i’ll do you one better, i am gay and actively bad at every video game that requires any sort of coordination with a controller 😎

anyone else gay and only sort of okay at video games?

[my-reputation-precedes-me]

i know it’s been a little over a week since liam’s passing but oh my god i haven’t been able to stop crying

[greenieflor]

I get surprised sometimes when I realize how much dbt has helped me. Especially the skills, like they work! Wild!

[fushiguho]

Jealous Hubby!Nanami <3 🌙

You’re pinned — poor wrists bound to the posts of your shared bed, aching thighs rudely pried apart with a pretty little vibrator pressed against your swollen clit. Your sweet, reserved husband, Nanami Kento has got you pinned to the fucking sheets and he’s angry. Pissed. You’re not even sure what he’s trying to prove anymore, it’s been long forgotten — lost in the abyss of endless pleasure and overstimulation.

He’s leaning in close. “I actually think you look prettiest like this, no?” Two, burly fingers are sinking inside of your sloppy hole for the umpteenth time tonight, dragging your mouth open in a droning, helpless mewl. “My pretty girl, huh? You hear me?” It’s a gutteral growl forced from the depths of his chest, warm lips pressed to the perspiring skin of your throat. “My fucking body, my pussy, mine.”

Is there anything beyond jealously? Beyond possessiveness? If so, Nanami is there and he’s completely lost it. To be such a civil, standoffish man, one of reticent emotions who conforms to assumed societal norms, he has lost his fucking mind and you’re afraid he may never find it again; all because another man called you pretty and you smiled, thanking him. It was a cordial, fictitious smile of basic human decency, but it was a mistake, a wish of death, because Nanami, who stood directly behind you, was not smiling… at all. Instead, he was practically dragging you away, a heavy hand on the nape of your neck, a promise of punishment awaiting you.

“I was just being nice, Nanami. It’s never that deep,” you mumble, crossing your arms over your chest in annoyance as you peer out of the tinted window, “you don’t have to be so jealous all the time.”

Your husband scoffs, mandible tightening then relaxing as he slams down his left turn signal. He’s upset, bubbling at the surface with seething rage and palpable jealousy. His audible breaths of anger force your thighs together, arousal soiling your laced panties in a wet, embarrassing mess. You’re his wife, his property, his toy. You’re completely off limits to prying eyes, that’s what he’s hellbent on proving. It’s exactly why he’s got you pinned and pleading.

“M’sorryyy,” you whine, pretty hips bucking so whorishly against both the pink, thrumming vibrator and the fingers that are fucking you open, “p-pleasepleaseplease just let me cum!”

God, you’re a sight for the sorest of eyes — your perfectly sprawled thighs quivering uncontrollably under his touch. Drooling, aching hole tightening around nothing but the fleeting memory of his lithe fingers. Your mouth sits agape, wide and uselessly pleading for release, for mercy. You tug helplessly against your restraints and he laughs. Laughs, directly in your face.

“No.” Nanami shakes his head, tsking as he pulls his hand away from your cunt, your ensuing growl of frustration making his cock throb. Fat tears of desperation are welling in the corners of your big, pleading eyes, threatening to spill down your crimson cheeks. “You will cum when daddy tells you to cum, yes?” God.

Who the fuck is this and what has he done to your sweet husband?