#breaking

[glitteringstardust]

♡ white chocolate platter by adayfam

[skmhlml]

Note: got bored and thought about getting railed by this fart

Warnings: slow burn into rough to softeness, breaking, kidnapping, killing, claiming, etc.

𝑾𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒈𝒐 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

it’s a gnawing, parasitic obsession. He is drawn to your warmth, your scent, the pulse of life under your skin. He follows you unseen for days, weeks, studying you like prey before revealing himself.

You don’t meet the Wendigo. he corners you. Maybe it’s in the woods, maybe late at night when you hear knocking on your window. He doesn’t speak in words, only in primal noises…growls, whimpers, snarls.

Other dangers avoid you because they smell him on you. Stray too far, and he might just hunt you back down. The same sharp teeth that rip apart threats also graze your skin when he’s “affectionate.”

He brings you “gifts” — the clawed foot of a fox, the bloodied pelt of a deer, strange antlers left at your doorstep. They’re offerings, tokens of a terrible courtship. corpses of animals or even people.

You are his territory now. Anyone who talks too long to you, anyone who touches you. he remembers. And he’s not forgiving.

You’re small, warm, alive — everything it hates and craves at the same time. It doesn’t understand human love, but it knows it needs you like a junky needs a fix. Violent affection. Destructive adoration.

It watches you sleep, practically drooling. sharp teeth glistening in the dark, huffing your scent like a goddamn feral beast. It likes the way you flinch when you hear it scratching at the walls. It likes the terror. Fear makes you smell sweeter.

Sometimes it just sits there, mouth open, ragged breathing, staring at you with glassy, dead eyes. It whispers in your dreams. Filthy things. Hungry things. Things about your bones snapping, your flesh tearing, but spoken almost like sweet nothings.

The Wendigo doesn’t fuck like a human. It ravages. Teeth always grazing too close to skin — nipping hard enough to bleed. leaving you battered, bruised, marked like a ragdoll it doesn’t want to break too soon.

It’s brutal. He’s huge, and you’re just this pathetic, soft little thing underneath him. He has no concept of “easy” or “gentle”, if he’s not careful, he’ll tear you apart.

He wants to fill you. Over and over. Like stuffing prey full so it rots slower. He doesn’t even care if it’s possible. The idea of you bloated with him, ruined by him, drives him into a frenzy.

Sometimes he gets so rough that he draws blood and licks it off you with a long, disgusting tongue, humming deep in his throat like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.

If you call watching you shiver in a pool of his fluids while he licks his claws “aftercare,” sure. You hate him. You fear him. You should be running but your body betrays you. Sometimes you catch yourself whimpering for him, aching for the way he splits you open and makes you feel filthy and alive.

He’s physically incapable of patience. Any clothes you have left? Shredded by claws in seconds. Half the time you’re naked and covered in mud, blood, and god-knows-what-else.

He pins you down so hard you can’t breathe. One clawed hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to see you struggle, feel you thrash.

There’s no innocence left. If there’s any part of you that resists, he snuffs it out ruthlessly. He wants you filthy. Sometimes after he fucks you half to death, he just lays there, dead silent, watching you twitch like a broken thing. You wonder if this is what it feels like to already be a corpse.

He builds a “nest”. a pile of torn clothes, bones, furs, rotting wood — and drags you there at night like you’re something precious he needs to keep safe.He’ll curl his massive, freezing body around you, breathing slow and rattling against your skin.

He used to kill anything near you because he was territorial. Now he kills anything that might upset you. You cry over a broken bone? He destroys the fucking landscape trying to “fix” it.

He rips chunks of meat like usual, but now he presses them to your lips with shocking tenderness, like he’s feeding a wounded animal. If you cry or turn away, he whines a broken awful sound.

He buries his face into your hair, your clothes, your skin. Breathing you in so hard it feels like he’s trying to suck your soul out.

He still wrecks you — but now he tries to slow down. Tries to nudge into you slowly. Tries not to split you apart immediately. He groans deep and feral when you gasp and arch under him — and you swear you catch something like worship in those ruined, dead eyes.

It’s not just rutting anymore. It’s grinding, pressing, kissing your bruised thighs, lapping between your legs like he’s starving for you, not just your body.

When you touch his face, brush your tiny, trembling fingers along the twisted bone structure, the wet snarling mouth — he lets out a keening, desperate sound like he doesn’t know whether to purr or sob.

fluids, he cleans you — grotesquely licking every inch of your destroyed, shivering body. Then he curls around you, massive arms caging you in, growling lowly anytime you move like “stay. safe. stay.”

[augustsappho]

BREAKING!!!

Students at Goldsmiths University of London have restarted their protests in the face of footage that surfaced from Rafah and in response to Frances Corner showing little sign of taking student demands seriously and even less intent to hold up to her divestment agreements, which were made at the beginning of May 2024.

Protests at the uni have been covered by Al Jazeera and The Socialist Worker. Updates can be found on their Instagram @goldsmithsforpalestine. A vote of no confidence has been kick-started by the Student Union and will commence on June 7th 2024.

In meetings leading up to this vote, there has been a stark lack of support of any kind or any intent to vote against the no-confidence proposal. Students unanimously stand against the Warden.

[unpassive-viewer]

Watching breaking in the olympics has been awesome as a former hip hop dancer, but holy shit. For every person who doesn't know how breaking even works and doesn't think it's a sport, there's ten more who are excited about the men's competition, but absolutely ragging on the women's competitors. My head is actually spinning.

If you don't know about breaking, I need to explain some things:

The breakers all know one another already, and all respect each other. This includes between the m&f categories. Nicka (silver medalist - women's) and Phil Wizard (gold medalist - men's) have literally competed as a duo.

The breakers that you think "are better than everyone in the finals" already went through the qualifying trials. They also compete with all the medalists, they also tried out for the olympic teams. They did not make it.

To that end, every battle is its own battle. They may have done poorly in the qualifying trials, but have beaten the now-gold medalists in other competitions. It's not like swimming where Katy Ledecky will pummel everyone else in the race unless she has an exceptionally off day.

Related to point 2 - breaking was born in the Bronx. It was also born in the 1970s. Being mad that the demographics don't reflect who you think should be dancing, or being mad that the dance isn't "in touch with its roots" is like being mad that someone modified the recipe for ginger beef. Some of the guys who were competing today are old enough that they were dancing with the same people who invented the sport. I promise that they have crazy respect for how it began and all of its influences.

Related to point 3 - breaking requires originality. It is a foundational element of the sport to evolve and be creative. It's a sport, but it's also an art form.

Dancing for three rounds in three separate battles is a lot for any dancer. If you think some of them looked like shit toward the end (I disagree, but whatever) it's because they are tired. Not to mention there were heat warnings in Paris! They still have more athletic ability in their left pinky finger than I've ever had in my whole body - and I was someone who also did street dance!

The music wasn't decided ahead of time, but the DJs were playing very very popular breaking songs. All of the competitors already know how they go, so if they were scoring low in musicality, it's not because they panicked not knowing the song.

The athletes have sets made up already, they're not freestyling. They adapt them to the music, but unless they blank in the middle of the competition, they already know which skills they want to show off. (I'm editing to clarify that some of them did freestyle, but for the most part it was after they felt like they'd done what was going to get them points)

I really doubt that anyone on tumblr is going to care, but Instagram users can't read and YouTube is full of bots. I'm so excited that I got to watch my sport in the Olympics, but my lord people cannot behave.

[gottastim]

butternutbakery on ig

[artschoolglasses]

Team Canada: Men's Breaking

Philip "Phil Wizard" Kim, Gold

[girlactionfigure]

community.news

No Jews, no news.

[whatiswhump]

“They think I’m going to break.”

“…well, are you?” Inquisitive with just a touch of derisive.

They let their gaze fall away, “Yes. Probably.”

The opponent’s messenger scoffed, “I didn’t think you’d admit to that eventuality.”

“I’m smart enough to know my own limits…” they replied flatly, their voice thin, “And frankly, I’m just not that strong.”

The messenger shrugged, a smirk tugging at the corner of their mouth, “Could’ve fooled me.”

With a resigned nod, they held out their wrists, accepting the shackles. Without a word, they were led away, their dragging footsteps echoing in the wilting silence that followed.

[ksjanes]

I will never know the full spectrum of emotions and experiences in this lifetime. How much am I willing to open my heart, to experience emotions that not only fill me with joy but also break me?

K.S. Janes

[nanmo-wakaran]

creme brulee donuts

[fresherfriut]

[funplings]

talk about breaking bad... just kidding Dr. Raygun i love u 🫶

[vyorei]

UPDATE ON LIKELY BOMBARDMENT OF AL-QUDS HOSPITAL

[mudwerks]

Don't worry, you've dune a great job

[prozach27]

Gentle reminder in the wake of “break dancing” becoming a meme at the Olympics that the community actually prefers to have the dance style be referred to as breaking / b-boying / b-girling, and the term breakdancing is considered a pejorative that was applied by (highly white and condescending) media outlets. Some even have a name for people who use the term break dancing: “toys,” people who speak about the dance but know absolutely nothing about it.

If you wanna drag Raygun by all means go for it, but breaking is literally such a cool and incredibly athletic dance. I encourage you to use this opportunity to spread awareness about what the dance style actually wants to be called rather than what the media calls it, and also to check out some genuinely killer performances! If you wanna see some wild powerheads in action and why so many love watching breaking, try checking out a couple of these videos:

[1] Top 10 Best Powermoves Sets of 2018

[2] Best Breaking Highlights 2023 World Final

[3] Amazing Powermoves - World Final 2019

Breaking deserves WAY more respect than it gets, and I hope that in the future we’ll see more competitors get massive recognition at the Olympics for their performances actually being good 🤞🏻