#dirt kiss

[starbiology]

we hardly know anything about what happened and yet here I am lol,,,

[justabiteofspite]

I honestly don't get the spawn vs ascended debate when we really should all be coming together to shame those who think it's "unrealistic" that Astarion could fall in love with default dragonborn Durge on account of that Durge "not being attractive."

Like, I'm sorry, but are you fucking high? In what world is Default Durge not peak sex appeal? Big, tall, muscley thicc ass man who can barely run because he's so caked up with a deep, haunted voice struggling to overcome the darkness within himself all while looking like he could bite Cazador's head off in one satisfying crunch? You're telling me Astarion wouldn't be speed running that romance arc to climb him like a tree? Like that wet pathetic cat man looking for protection and attention wouldn't be the president, vice president, and treasurer of the "Top That Nice But Kind of Disturbed Hot Lizard" club?

Get fucking real.

[s4tsuma]

𐙚˙⋆🍒 that red album

[torchstelechos]

Something a lil funny about wishcraft smelling like sugar, you're telling me that traveler who doesn't wash their hair smells like a bakery? Press X to doubt

[sciderman]

Which do you prefer, Spideypool or Poolverine?

glances at my decade-long running spider-man and deadpool blog

...hm. good question. i'll have to think about th

[thatonedudeinthecorner]

Recently got back into Demon Slayer and OOHHHH MY GOD Tanjiro Kamado they could never make me hate you (has never done anything wrong in his entire life)

[the-bi-space-ace]

See, I hold back when I write. It could be far angstier than it is. I could be handing out forehead kisses left and right. Forehead kisses as someone cries and bleeds after a battle. Delirious from blood loss and pain and needing reassurance. Forehead kisses when they know their squadmate is going to die. A parting gift. One last way to comfort them, to remind them they’re loved.

I’m just saying I could make things more painful than they already are.

[everbluekisses]

a silly lesbian kimono yakumond art i did for a dear friend yeah they cute they smile they kiss and yakumo chan have long hair thats what i have for today

[coldshrugs]

🌼🌻 just botanist gals being botanist pals 🌻🌼

ockiss week 2024 - featuring @lavampira's d'alia liveq

[veilofthorns]

A few little thoughts I have about the shroud brothers

Ortho doesn't really need a body. He could be a head on a little car if he wanted. Why not add Moore arms

The movie hercules made a huge point that you can't kill gods but you can transform them. Hades is out there.... somewhere

Sure, idia saw snow and rain in shows and video games, but can you imagine the first time he felt a cold raindrop as a teen or adult like "WHY IS IT WET!?" With explains a lot about him actually. The island of woe has a controlled environment. The outdoors must be absolutely wild to him! That's probably why he likes video games so much. It's a controlled adventure with no surprises.

Idia grew up under the ocean. He could have his own little "part of your world" moment with his waifu collection. I imagine him reaching up to the surface like ariel surrounded by anime figurines.

There are two orthos running around this universe. Robo ortho is like Idia's son since he made him... also a little a bit of himself. Robo ortho is "the cooler idia" his brother and basically his son???

[kycken]

@troublehq

Seishu’s heels clacked against wet asphalt as he dragged himself through a bustling sea of pedestrians, most of whom were giving him a wide berth. Like parting the waves of the ocean, countless people took one look at his tokkofuku and massive burn scar covering most of the left side of his skull- The lack of hair in unsightly patches, reddened and tightly stretched skin that had healed over the wrong way- He was a veritable monster in terms of sheer appearance and fighting capability.

Things had always been easy when Koko was around, always fun and effortless. It didn’t matter what they got around to- Studying (for all the ‘good’ it did Inui- which wasn’t much), playing video games, sitting around enjoying the floor fan and ice cream… Every day had been a bright spot in his otherwise boring, typical life. Koko was smart, insightful, funny, and loyal- He had something that Seishu realized he lacked in himself, and that it complimented the qualities he did possess in his own personality and outlook.

So why had everything gone so wrong?

He almost wished that his best friend had just left him behind in the burnt out skeleton of that two-story house. That he’d managed to reach his sister just in the nick of time, to spare her the pain that would become the rest of her passing excuse for a ‘life’. She had to breathe through tubes, her bandages constantly wept with blood and pus, she was barely conscious most of the time and when she was conscious- She merely suffered in silence, too drugged up from antibiotics, painkillers, and whatever other prescriptions were needed to keep her stabilized. It was barely living at all. 

Hajime visited every day. There wasn’t much to talk about. So they’d sit in different chairs and just stare through the window of the treatment room at her. Koko always managed to muster up fresh tears for Akane, every time. After awhile, Seishu found he couldn’t feel… anything. Maybe it was the process of grieving, or maybe he was just a heartless and cold person- Having grown jealous of his own flesh and blood due to the capture she held over his best friend’s attention and devotion. He couldn’t help it- When had Koko ever looked happy to see him, after the fire? 

They were tied together by medical grade cotton bandages, linked by intravenous tubing, surgically stapled at the hip like siamese twins on display in a carnival. Yet he’d never felt more alone and distant from the other boy since they’d first become friends.

Even through it all, he still missed Koko. Was starved for his now increasingly rare affection, a glance, a kind word- A brief pat on the shoulder, however long that lasted. Seishu had a general idea of just what his ‘business’ was… He’d rounded up young thieves and middle school cut-ups and had them deployed on missions for clients, abusing some legal loophole that had too many complicated words and legalese for Inui to really understand on any complex level.

He always reached for his cell phone, would look up Koko’s number, and think about calling- Then give up, convince himself that he would just be bothering him. An unruly distraction when he was single-handedly attempting to cover millions of yen- For Akane, for him. Their combined medical bills had staggered their parents into being completely overwhelmed. They’d just taken out a massive loan to have the new house built, there wasn’t anything left. And he felt guilty about that, too- Why couldn’t he just be a good, productive member of society? Why was he filled with so much anger, so much intense resentment, this overwhelming urge to hurt other people over any slight- Real and imagined?

Seishu was so lost within his own thoughts, his hip nudged a trash bin over, spilling recycled bottles and cans all over the t-branch to a smaller alleyway between storefronts in the shopping district. He should probably clean up, but instead the accident gave rise to annoyance, causing the blonde to lash out with his foot- Sending a half-full PET bottle with soda (or coffee- hard to tell) flying into the nearby shadows. It struck something solid.

Cursing, the stranger reeled upon Inui, a much larger adult- But not a delinquent… He was wearing an extremely gaudy suit, big gold chains, fancy rings and shoes. And he was in the middle of threatening or shaking down someone wearing the same school uniform Koko did-

“... Koko?” Seishu asked, pale eyes widening in disbelief. It couldn’t be anyone else- The sleek hairstyle, the single draped earring, same beautifully dark and feline eyes. It was all very innocuous looking: some sketchy alley, a middle school student, some ‘kindly man’ with a less than kindly expression on his face. It was also all sorts of fucking wrong. What did guys dressed like that want with teenage boys away from busy streets?

He didn’t even have the sense to give a warning in the form of words- Seishu leapt forward to ram his shoulder straight into the suited man’s torso, knocking him over and down onto the pavement. The blonde didn’t hesitate before pulling his foot back and kicking the stranger savagely in the ribs, the stomach, the groin- Lifting a strangely pale and delicate ankle clad in neon pink pleather and three inches of tapered heel that punctured through fabric and flesh. His women’s pump actually broke clean in half as he continued stomping on the older male’s calf, ugly socks covering a bony ankle- eventually kicking the entire thing off and getting his bare foot dirtied with blood, grease, and whatever else had graced the floor with its disgusting presence. Inui glanced around like a jerky marionette on tangled strings as he looked for an improvised weapon, eventually settling on some abandoned cafe sign with handwritten pictures and drink specials.

Inui lifted the sign and brought it down over and over and over, until wood cracked and splintered and chalk dust flew everywhere, the nice little picturesque designs being ruined by broken teeth and blood splatters. The man eventually stopped cringing in anticipation of another strike and stopped pleading for his life. He stopped moving, period. Was still breathing, if shallowly, but down for the count.

Slowly, Seishu turned his head to look at Koko, breathing raggedly from the sheer physical exertion of his rampage. 

“Are y-” he chokes, dry heaving as his own spittle gets stuck in his esophagus- Fluid down the wrong tube at the worst time. He coughs into his callused fist a few times, clearing his throat roughly.

“You’re gonna be okay, Koko- I’m here now... I'm here."

[whereifindsanity]

[katiefratie]

HEY GIRLIE!!!!!! WE STAY WINNING!!!!!!

[ahopefulbromantic]

Mark 10, 35-40

Then James and John, the sons of Zebedee, came to him. “Teacher,” they said, “we want you to do for us whatever we ask.” “What do you want me to do for you?” he asked. They replied, “Let one of us sit at your right and the other at your left in your glory.” “You don’t know what you are asking,” Jesus said. “Can you drink the cup I drink or be baptized with the baptism I am baptized with?” “We can,” they answered. Jesus said to them, “You will drink the cup I drink and be baptized with the baptism I am baptized with, but to sit at my right or left is not for me to grant. These places belong to those for whom they have been prepared.”

So it's so obvious to me that the reason Jesus denies them is because in His ears what they are asking for is to be crucified alongside Him. Of course they don't know, they can't know what they're saying, but He does. And it's so telling, too, that these verses come just after Jesus talking about Himself being mocked, spat on, flogged, killed, and then risen from the dead.

Just thinking about how Jesus must've seen before His eyes a brief image of His beloved boys crucified, writhing in agony. How He probably immediately thought: "no, please, everything but that!" And when they told Him they could drink this cup, i wonder if He was touched because He knew they would, maybe deciding for a millionth time over that He wishes to die for them - or if He got angry, because how could they say that?! they don't know what they're talking about, He would never let them! - or maybe if He was too tired and fed up with everything to even argue with them cause they wouldn't get it anyway, they never did. I always thought it was the first one. That He looked at them fondly and said, "okay, you will drink the cup, how could I say no to you, I love you".

But see, here's what's been bugging me: Jesus tells both John and Big James that they will drink from His cup, but then according to tradition John is the only apostle NOT to get martyred? This plot hole leads some to believe that maybe our beloved son of thunder did in fact get killed but no one knows about it? Or there was something lost in translation? And it all didn't make sense to me until I realized something:

You know how we Catholics call Holy Mary the Queen of Martyrs even though She never shed a single drop of blood? That's because She was spiritually martyred when She watched Her Son die and this alone made Her suffering far greater than that of all the other martyrs. Which is honestly crazy, in the best way possible. And guess what? John was there, too, at the foot of the cross. And he, too, watched his beloved get tortured and die. In fact, he was the only apostle to do that.

He drank from the cup. He was martyred by watching his Jesus die. His heart died alongside Him, and if its flesh was not torn, did it really mean it was broken any less?

And i was also thinking, what if that was what was meant to happen to all the apostles, but they forfeited it by running away?

[triple-pupil]

Finally.

I have him.

After so long.

HE IS FINALLY IN MY HANDS.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHHAHA

[buckdiazlafd]

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