#days of slow and simple

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𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗼𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗥𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗽𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗯𝘂𝗺𝗽 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱!

[thelifedreaming]

[the-art-of-sanshoku]

Tokucember Day 13: AU or OC

My Kuuga school shoujo romcom

Prompt List and Prev Days

[floridagrowngirl]

Pinterest: emcoart

[thenecropolix]

I know folks have mixed feelings on the later seasons of the model era of ttte but lowkey the episode where Thomas is having issues with a bend in the track??? And Annie and Clarabel helping him remember to go slow?? And then him doing it by himself and getting all excited??

That was so damn cute; like a lil kid that figured out how to do something by themselves

Those are his aunts/moms your honor

[moonlit-orchid]

Sitting here wishing my ADHD was more severe just so people could realise I actually have a problem-

[icewindandboringhorror]

finally finished all of one character's entire quests/optional dialogue/questions/etc.... 100,000 words... .... aughhh

[crossbackpoke-check]

yOu'Re gOiNg fOr a LiTeR? | "Habs react to Quebec Maple facts", 10.22.24

[drpicklesart]

doodles of my best friend deck plecksetter or whatever

[evadneares]

Vittorio Giardino, "La Porta D'Oriente" (1997)

I woke up later than usual today, the sun was up and shining, the house was quiet.

I walked slowly through the hallway, Sunday was quiet, and I made myself a coffee and some toast.

I wasn't in a rush, I breathed in the smell of the coffee, and I sat down and took a rest.

It rained outside without a noise, the world beyond my window was mute and pleasant.

Life didn't have to be a rush, or this push and pull to be the best, life always turned and tossed in a way to help you grow.

So I took it in stride, in my own time, without having to run for anyone.

I folded my laundry while playing my favourite playlist, I picked out a film to play in the evening and I decided I wanted to go on a walk.

I'm alive, and I'm present and I'm content.

It won't always be like this.

But I will enjoy the now.

[thewalkingjez]

Dog Days - Part One

18+ , minors DNI you will be blocked!

the story I’ve been working on that inspired me to make this blog in the first place! yay !! this is part one and there will probably be a lot of parts coming soon, I actually have more of this written than what I’m bout to post (this is a pretty short lil intro) - but I think it would be fun to release it, like, sequentially. anyway this story contains (or will eventually contain):

violence (both sexual and non sexual), power dynamics, basically kidnapping, death, dubious consent, pet play, bondage, torture, blood (obviously), and probably more stuff that ill have to update this list with.

and Negan also tw for Negan this is absolutely just self indulgent fanfic skdjks

there will be references to Pussy but the ‘you’ in this story is genderless. because it’s my story and that’s what I decided to do this time

okay uh enjoy *hands these words to you in a fast food bag*

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Your heart aches in your chest when you try to breathe. You can hear your own lungs wheezing, like the pathetic song of dying cicadas. You taste blood in your mouth, you’re not even aware of it’s origin. Is it your own? There’s so much pain thrumming through your body as you move, you can’t tell if it’s your blood, or one of your friends’. You heave in air, trying to gulp as much of it down as possible, your head numbing and beginning to spin as your fingers claw desperately at the ground for any possible means of moving forwards. Rocks and dirt lodge painfully under your fingernails.

Your ears are still ringing from the gunshots, but you can make out the sounds of men yelling commands behind you. The lights of their massive truck illuminates the ground around you. The bulbs were painted in blood when it happened, the red ambience around you almost causing your body to upheave what little food it was given for supper.

You swallow your fears with the bitter taste of acid staining your tongue, as you force your body to roll over onto it’s back. Air is a little bit easier to get in that position, but you don’t have long to relish in that fact as the whistling starts up again. Adrenaline fills your body, the bullet wound within your forearm pulsing as you sit yourself up, staring at the obscured faces around you. Strangers, strangers who stalk and torment you for days, taunting you and your group with a coordinated whistle- they circle around you like starving vultures.

You respond like an injured, feral dog, gnashing your teeth and screaming, spittle and crimson blood flying from your mouth. A few of them laugh, one almost nervously shifts a gun pointed in your direction. They all watch and wait as you thrash, writhing in agony and clutching your wound.

Finally, after a moment or so, the group parts to make room for their leader. A tall figure meandering confidently towards you, a barbed bat resting against his shoulder. It drips foul, chunky gore, fresh from Dillan’s temple. Images of his head collapsing in at the behest of that bat flash through your mind.

The man stares at you for a few moments, and through the glare of the lights you can just make out the awful grin against his lips. The spatter of Dillan’s blood shining against his features. Hatred bubbles within you, threatens to make you throw your life away if only to punch this asshole. You grip the grass with your fists, as if to anchor yourself to the earth.

“I tried to tell you morons what would happen if you didn’t cooperate. Didn’t I tell you?” He moves, takes a step forwards and crouches, taking a better look at you. “Answer me when I ask you a question.” He says this a little quieter, though his level of threat is perfectly maintained.

You gulp, knowing your face is scowling without your permission. “You told us.” This sentence grits out through your clenched teeth, barely above a whisper.

“That’s right. See, I didn’t want to waste your buddies here, but they didn’t give me a choice.” He leans in a little closer, the bat swinging off of his shoulder. It points into your face, the gag inducing scent of viscera, fresh and old, hitting your senses. “Are you gonna give me a choice?”

Your eyes flick between him, and the bat. You nod your head slightly, eyes wide and brimming with emotions. The man clicks his tongue, looking down briefly before gently pushing a bit of the bat into your cheek. The barbs sink into your flesh, piercing your skin, making you hiss in pain. “I can’t have you looking at me that way. Say I let you live, see what use I can get out of you if I decide to let you walk away from this. Then, you take your revenge on me for killing your pals here. That’s what your face is telling me, kid.”

Your eyes narrow, the bat’s barbed ends causing blood to bead up from where it’s penetrating you, a slickness beginning to drip down as you stare into the man’s eyes. You realize you’re probably still looking at him in that ‘I want to rip your throat out’ way, and attempt to soften your features. The moment your rage is dialed back even slightly, your eyes begin to water a bit, tears threatening to mingle with the stupid bat tearing your cheek open.

His wide smile returns, the pressure of the bat letting up as he pulls it away. The cool night air makes the small wounds it left pulse over and over, in time with the wound in your arm. You avoid his eyes, suddenly feeling embarrassed for some reason.

“That’s better.” The man says this in such a low, growl like tone you doubt any of his compatriots could hear it. He leans in closer, a gloved hand suddenly grabbing your face and squeezing it, smearing the pierced bits painfully. “I like you. You’re mine now.” He sneers, though he seems perfectly serious. You’re confused at first, your head squirming in his grasp as you snarl and try to pull back. He keeps his hold firm, watching you with a sort of satisfaction to his features. His hand moves into your sweaty, bloodied, tangled mess of hair and grabs a handful, tugging on your scalp. “You hear that? Say you’re mine. Say it or I’ll let Lucille get a lot more intimate with your face.”

You wonder silently if this is standard faire for this guy. You can’t exactly focus on the group of other people watching this, but you’re suddenly curious as to how they’re reacting. His hand just grips tighter, all this jostling eventually wrenching his gloved hand down to your throat. Now you can feel people looking away awkwardly. Their leader doesn’t falter, though, and pushes up against your throat. You can’t help the change in color that occurs in your cheeks, an impressive feat to blush at all given how much blood you’ve lost. His body moves a bit closer to you, so much so that you can feel the heat of his breath up above you, which hitches interestingly as he chokes you. Your head numbs as oxygen becomes harder and harder to swallow down, his big, gloved hand slick with blood making you gasp and drool. He lets up slightly, the crowd around this scene either looking anywhere else, or leaning in to get a closer look at your reactions to being treated this way.

You pant, catching your breath even as his hand is still resting there, adding just the slightest pressure there to your throat. “You’re fucking pathetic, how were you making it out here? You obviously need someone like me to set you straight, don’t you?” The texture of the glove sort of rubs gently into your skin, as if to reassure you. Your head is spinning, and the blood loss is starting to catch up with you. The pain in your arm is making lights dance across your vision, as you slump against the man’s shoulder, your eyes closing as your consciousness gives out right there.

[risingsunresistance]

twitter is entering their "rts > likes" phase now that likes are private after they spent years calling us ungrateful for being demotivated by ratios lmao

[thelifedreaming]

[samwisethewitch]

My fiancé is out of town this week so I'm only meal prepping for one. I decided to go low effort with oven-roasted veggies served over quinoa. The veggies turned out so beautiful -- I love these colors!

[floridagrowngirl]

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