#body worship kind of

[labyrinth-walls-tiny-worm]

[italiansteebie]

eddie loves steve's moles

eddie had just gotten out of the shower, watching as steve inspected himself in the mirror.

"i think i want to get this mole removed," steve trailed, hands gliding over the bump on his neck, frowning as he does.

eddie whipped around to face him, wet hair slapping him in the face, pulling a laugh out of steve. "what?"

"i wanna-"

"yeah, yeah, i heard you. why would you do that?" eddie said, waving his hands all dramatically. steve roller his eyes, and shrugged.

"i dunno. aren't they kinda... ugly?"

eddie blanched, mouth opening and closing in shock, trying to get the words out. "steve. you did not just say that- i- oh my god."

steve looked at him with an expression that read 'unimpressed.'

eddie moved in closer, putting his hands around steve's waist, pulling him in. he placed a gentle kiss on steve's neck, right beside said mole, "i love your spots, baby. they aren't ugly. not at all." he whispered, hands rubbing circles into steve's hips.

steve looked away and sighed, "really?" he asked, voice small.

eddie nodded, grabbing steve's hand and leading him to their bedroom before proceeding to lay steve down and kiss each and every one of steve's moles, freckles, and beauty marks.

and if by the end they were both flushed and breathless, well. that was for them to know.

[lostinvasileios]

Okay so we can agree we sometimes get the dancey, zoomie urges from deity love but oh my gods have you ever wanted to start making loud noises out of nowhere and clawing and biting at them out of affection or am I desperately in need of some sort of mental reevaluation?????? kind of like how when a cat tries to play with you they start kicking and biting at your hand or whatever idk

[icarusredwings]

They both are very much so but I can't decide which one to use to write my devontional fic with.

Lyrics below for better investigation. Tags :)

Francesca- Hozier

Do you think I'd give up

That this might've shook the love from me

Or that I was on the brink?

How could you think, darling, I'd scare so easily?

Now that it's done

There's not one thing that I would change

My life was a storm, since I was born

How could I fear any hurricane?

If someone asked me at the end

I'll tell them put me back in it

Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah

If I could hold you for a minute

Darling, I'd go through it again, ah, ah

I would still be surprised I could find you, darling

In any life

If I could hold you for a minute

Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah

For all that was said

Of where we'd end up at the end of it

When the heart would cease

Ours never knew peace

What good would it be on the far side of things?

It was too soon

When that part of you was ripped away

A grip taking hold

Like a cancer that grows

Each piece of your body that it takes

Though I know my heart would break

I'll tell them put me back in it

Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah

If I could hold you for a minute

Darling, I'd go through it again, ah, ah

I would still be surprised I could find you, darling

In any life

If I could hold you for a minute

Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah

I would not change it each time (I would not change it each time)

Heaven is not fit to house a love (Heaven is not fit to house a love)

Like you and I (like you and I)

I would not change it each time (I would not change it each time)

Heaven is not fit to house a love (Heaven is not fit to house a love)

Like you and I (like you and I)

Foreigner's god- Hozier

She moved with shameless wonder

The perfect creature rarely seen

Since some liar brought the thunder

When the land was godless and free

Her eyes look sharp and steady

Into the empty parts of me

But still my heart is heavy

With the hate of some other man's beliefs

Always a well dressed fraud

Who wouldn't spare the rod

Never for me

Screaming the name of a foreigner's God

Screaming the name of a foreigner's God

Screaming the name of a foreigner's God

The purest expression of grief

Wondering who I copy

Mustering some tender charm

She feels no control of her body

She feels no safety in my arms

I've no language left to say it

But all I do is quake to her

Breaking if I try convey it

The broken love I make to her

All that I've been taught

And every word I've got

Is foreign to me

Screaming the name of a foreigner's God

Screaming the name of a foreigner's God

Screaming the name of a foreigner's God

The purest expression of grief

[puppyluvfics]

good morning.... i need him in a way that is concerning to feminism.

no because what the fuck.... like. sorry im just. its literally 8 in the morning for me. i... FUCKINGGGGGGGG okay. im normal. im fine. i'm totally fine and normal and not at all thinking about the fact that he's gorgeous and the tiny slivers of skin showing under his underwear and just. HMMMMM things are so fine you guys, things are so great and normal and im absolutely not thinking about filthy things at 8am. oseumi nsfw alphabet on PAUSE while i recover from this. /hj

[noa-de-cajou]

Day 5 : Scar worship

Yavana belongs to @thal-ent

_____

It took a long time before Yavana let me see her scars.

It was just the forearms, at first. Then the shoulders, the neck, and finally her back.

Burn marks, old but severe, they must have hurt for a long time before they finally healed. The skin is redder here, wrinkled, deformed.

Is it ugly?

No. It's not.

It might not be beautiful in itself. But it's part of one of the most beautiful person I've ever seen, and it's part of what makes me love her. Just like how a lone star is beautiful because it’s part of the sky. “It’s just a tiny star, it wouldn't change much if it disappeared”, it would. Each star is needed for the sky to exist after all, just like each burn on Yavana’s skin magnifies her tenfold. I don't know how to explain it better.

They're surprisingly pleasant to the touch, the scars. I was scared Yavana would feel pain at first, but the fire burned her skin almost to the nerves. I can't describe what it felt like the first time. I just remember that I cried.

Because these are the remnants of the cruelty the Inquisition and the humans inflicted upon her, a testament to their hatred, the curse she has to bear, just as horrifying as the Mark of the Beast.

And yet her eyes are gentle, her voice is kind, her hands on mine soft and cold. They were cruel and she remained kind, when it was a miracle she even remained at all.

That's what made me cry. The courage it must have taken to see and feel those scars every day and to choose to not be the one who would inflict that pain, as soon as the choice was given. Because I know she didn't always have it. Those hands have hurt others. But when they had the choice, they held. When they had the choice, they healed. They soothed.

Yavana, you may not believe it, but you are kind.

Even with a scar this huge, a pain this agonizing, they couldn’t kill you. They couldn’t mold you. The deformed flesh is proof of your resistance. I feel no disgust, no urge to take my lips off them whatsoever. They give me the same warmth as the smoother parts of your body.

How couldn’t I love them?

She looked back at me the first time she saw my own body naked. Her fingers threaded softly, hesitantly on the dark and red scars slithering upon my skin like veins. She smiled, and said they looked like constellations. Long arrays of painful little stars.

I cried again.

How couldn’t I love her?

[phosphophillight]

very upsetting that i ended up injuring my knee 3 days after downloading pikmin bloom. the opps got me im afraid.

been doing some possible rewriting. so designing a possible old world ermil

[mylittleredgirl]

in all my years as the @sparktober bingomaster i have never actually mastered bingo! there are a lot of mitigating health factors right now but i can spot some WIP and matching pair possibilities in here... will this be the year??

i think a bunch of these would lend well to an angstifluff domestic earth sequel to something like ain't no sunshine, which has been on my list to "would love to revisit someday" for years, so i'm thinking about trying to write/post something in chapters... SCARY 😱 because i still feel guilty about that unfinished x-files fic from 2002 because i like to finish and fuss (and fuss and fuss) before releasing something to the wild. but it's sparktober!

advise me!

[labyrinth-walls-tiny-worm]

[ciderjacks]

always “boy moms are sexist enablers” never “boy dads are sexist encouragers”

always “annoying tiktok girls are promoting EDs and unhealthy skincare routines” never “adult men are intentionally using teenage girls insecurities to groom them into this shit”

always “annoying housewife woman putting herself in a dangerous situation where she has no freedom” never “her bigot of a husband who now has control over her and almost certainly lured her into this”

always “teen girls are fucked up for seriously saying they wish they didn’t have rights bc they’d rather be property than deal with college” never “men are literally at fault for this in every single way imaginable. Also she’s probably not actually being serious dude.”

always “ugh annoying entitled Karen being rude to the employees” never “jfc a man harassing female GameStop employees being rude and sexist and then waiting for them to get off work to do God knows what”

always “ugh white women suck they’re so annoying” never “ugh white men are entitled brats and are infinitely more annoying than any white lady”

always “straight girls are the worst” never “straight boys are insane and violent with their homophobia in a way straight girls are not often”

always “women need to be more careful in bars” never “maybe men in bars need to be more monitored or given a different section if they Really just cannot stop fucking raping people.”

always “yoga moms soccer moms boy moms almond moms” never any derogatory terms for fathers.

Like is anyone else seeing a pattern

[serpulalacrymans]

Mmm Lawrence

i want your white c*ck inside of me

I fucking love you blondies

Just blond would have worked.

Thank you. Keep thinking about me. ..But what else?

What else? Am I not cold enough? Am I not tall enough? Is it not big enough? What else is there?

What am I to you?

[crystal-verse]

divinity -- noun; the quality of being divine/divine nature/a divine being

sae'pheli'ehva has always been divine. mortal bodies are not meant to hold such sacred, hallowed aether.

[andromedasummer]

huh, the amount of people who perceived themes other than eugenics and transhumanism in regards to evolution in phyrexia is very interesting to me

[charmspoint]

The original thing I'm brewing rn is like: Do you wish your romance novel was written by an aromantic asexual who views love as something to strap on a vivisection table? Do you wish your romance novel included themes of identity formation and crisis, of emerging self-governing and the fear and the thrill of it, o being built wrong through none of your own fault and having to adjust that wrongness into a functioning human identity, of the first experience of ever being loved after a long existence of blind worship, of love as a transformative power, as a corruptive power? Do you wish the guy was the sub?

[vydumaj]

that said I’m still going to take robin hobb’s outislander culture and fix it!!!!

[majorasnightmare]

ngl if i could have any one video game concept transcend fandoms, itd be ffxiv's tempering

cuz like. sarevok bg3? that dudes tempered as fuck.