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in honor of friday the 13th, here's more archived photos
𝖇𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖞
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖔𝖋 𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖉𝖉𝖔𝖓 #1
𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖓
𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖒
𝖋𝖚𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖘
𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖆𝖇𝖗𝖊 #1 1993
𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖚𝖆𝖗𝖞 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖊
𝖙𝖍𝖞 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖙
𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝖋𝖚𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑
𝖌𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖔𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖍
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖆𝖙𝖍 #2 1994
𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓
𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖟𝖎𝖓𝖊 #2 1991
if anyone cares enough to ask, i can post the interviews i found interesting from these zines
these posts are literally the only ones that gain traction on this god forsaken blog
#brisen#venom#graveland#funeral winds#tales of the macabre#mortuary drape#thy serpent#dark funeral#gogoroth#the oath#dissection#drowned magazine#bathory#the book of armageddon#friday the 13th#metal#black metal#thrash metal#true black metal
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One Piece Magazine
#if i dive any deeper into their relarionship i will drown#one piece#op#black leg sanji#roronoa zoro#sanji#zoro#zosan#one piece magazine
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Behold
My creepypasta boyfriend from when I was 11 years old.
#eyeless jack#jeff the killer#creepypasta#ben drowned#the seed eater#seed eater#marble hornets#masky marble hornets#tim marble hornets#masky#hoody marble hornets#mh hoody#laughing jack#the rake#smile dog#smile.jpg#smile.dog#creepy#horror art#nostalgia#magazine#texture#colour scheme
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So much enrichment in the enclosure today I feel like a plant getting watered
#except later i might get drowned but its fine#the people magazine interview and the insta stories 😭!!#so so excited for this leg of the tour#dan and phil#phan#izzy yaps
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New Frozen Magazine, special edition with a comic "Where are our friends?" in which Elsa randomly invites her sister & co for a picnic and to pick up berries and Olaf, Bruni (still she) and Sven get lost at some point.
#frozen#elsa#anna#frozen 2#olaf#bruni#kristoff#sven#gale#frozen magazine#frozen comic#nokk is absent probably busy drowning people somewhere
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there must be more than blood by car seat headrest is a touya song btw. nervous like a wild dog waiting for the attack. you go back to the old house but you've been locked out and it wasn't for love that you went back home. they had all of your life to get it right they had all of that time just to change their minds. how could they treat you like a forgotten card? dear dad, I'm sorry thank you very much. what difference does it make when they throw you away?
this is like 9/11 to me
#GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FUCKING INBOX. THIS SONG????? i know i reblogged the art but THIS SONG AIAIA. REALLY#you cant say the words car seat headrest around me. and then touya as well why would you actually even start#I SAW YOU ON THE MAGAZINE COVER WITH YOUR BLUE WIDE EYES READ IT FROM COVER TO COVER LOOKING FOR YOU BUT THESE ARE NOT MY PEOPLE HERE#I THINK YOU KNOW THAT NERVOUS LIKE A WILD DOG WAITING FOR THE ATTACK#I WAS LIVING IN THE DELTA WASTING MOST OF MY TIME YOU KNOW IF I COULD CLOSE THE BLINDS RIGHT I COULD SLEEP ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT#BUT IVE SEEN THE TIDES RISING WHERE ONCE THERE WAS A SHORE#I CAN STILL REMEMBER HOUSES STRIPPED TO THE FLOOR THERE MUST BE MORE THAN BLOOD THAT HOLDS US TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!#THERE MUST BE MORE THAN WIND THAT TAKES US AWAY THERE MUST BE MORE THAN TEARS WHEN THEY PULL BACK THE CURTAIN#OF THIS MUCH I AM CERTAIN!!!!!!!!!! WHEN YOU'RE DOWN FOR A WHILE TRYING TO GET DRIED OUT YOU FEEL TIME PASS BY BUT YOU DONT LOOK AROUND#YOU WERE PLAYING YOUR MUSIC BUT YOU GOT DROWNED OUT YOU GO BACK TO THE OLD HOUSE BUT YOUVE BEEN LOCKED OUT!!!#AND IT WASNT FOR LOVE THAT YOU WENT BACK HOME!!!! IT WAS THE GUILT IN YOUR THROAT LIKE YOU SWALLOWED A BONE!!!#THEY HAD ALL OF YOUR LIFE TO GET IT RIGHT!!! THEY HAD ALL OF THAT TIME JUST TO CHANGE THEIR MINDS!!!#AND YOURE GRATEFUL FOR THE BUS ITS A PLACE TO SIT DOWN LIKE A SPIDER IN THE WINTER TRYING NOT TO BE FOUND#NO USE TRYING TO HEAL WHEN YOURE GETTING STEPPED ON NO USE SELLING YOUR SOUL WHEN YOURE GETTING PASSED ON#HOW COULD THEY TREAT YOU LIKE A FORGOTTEN CARD?? DEAR DAD IM SORRY! THANK YOU VERY MUCH!#WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE WHEN THEY THROW YOU AWAY IS ANYBODY EVER GONNA HEAR WHAT YOU HAD TO SAY I WAS FLYING ON A REDEYE#MY HAND DROPPED TO THE AISLE I COULD SEE MYSELF CLEARLY FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A WHILE THERE WAS NOTHING BUT LINES#NOTHING BUT OUTLINES MY GUT SANK LIKE A STONE BUT I HEARD ANOTHER VOICE SAY WE ALL WALK ALONE! THERE MUST BE MORE THAN BLOOD!!!!!#ask#touya todoroki
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Being in space in a spacesuit that provides you with endless food, water and air. Then being propelled away from Earth. So over the years it gradually gets smaller and smaller until you were completely alone in space for the rest of your life.
—Matt Bellamy in Q Magazine, 2001
"What's your idea of hell?"
#how this man's mind works indeed#muse band#matt bellamy#muse#matt from muse#muse interviews#muse quotes#Q Magazine#musicians#fuckin' weird#music quotes#this was in 2001 this man may I remind you was 23 years old#as a 23 year old. *drowns*#2001#OOS era#but yeah you can tell why he wrote Space Dementia right
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formal literary analysis is just fanfic for nerds
#i'm trying to write an analysis on the way the wizard of oz has been historically interpreted rn and it is going so bad#apparently i'm the only person who has ever put together just like. an actual paper (not a magazine article) comparing and contrasting#the various allegorical readings of oz?? and unfortunately i cannot analyze my own old writing#i need to pick a new topic but the paper is due tomorrow morning im so tired this is awful. im crying thinking about it#i have spent the past two days combing through oz analysis. i have not found a single source that doesn't directly just do its own analysis#i need analysis of the analysis does that make sense. and it has to be from the past five years. i am falling i am failing#i am drowning help me to breathe etc. this is torture and i cannot find a singular fucking source#JUST TELL ME ABOUT MORE THAN ONE INTERPRETATION!!! THAT IS ALL I FUCKING WANT FROM YOU JUST TELL ME THERES MULTIPLE WAYS#TO INTERPRET THIS 100 YEAR OLD BOOK. I KNOW YOU KNOW YOU MENTIONED IT IN UR INTRO#screaming crying throwing up. i gotta pick a new topic. im so tired. ignore this#anyways this post was an excuse for me to vent in tags sorry#free to rb the post if you want tho idc. i have a point u gotta admit#lit#toasty talks#wizard of oz
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#circus#circus magazine#beastie boys#the breeders#candlebox#D generation#drown#the figgs#the flaming lips#green day#L7#moist#the rollins band#smashing pumpkins
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Illustration for Five Novels Monthly, vol. 51 no. 1, April 1940. Published by Dell Publishing, cover art by George Rosen.
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The magazine cutouts have moved into attack position
They are trying to corner the midnight art into submission so they can conquer their territory
However the midnight art stands their ground, ready for anything
#Midjight series#Midnight art#Im actually drowning in magazine cutouts#They could very well conquer the midnight territory#Trying to push them back into the httyd territory
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IN A SAD STATE OF GRACE
DROWNING CLAIMS SINGER JEFF BUCKLEY AND STILLS ONE OF FOLK ROCK'S MOST PROMISING YOUNG VOICES
By David E. Thigpen
Monday, June 16, 1997
When he decided to escape the muggy Memphis heat with a quick plunge into the Wolf River, singer Jeff Buckley had every reason to feel buoyed by good fortune. At 30 he was signed to Columbia Records--the home of Bob Dylan and Miles Davis--and had just settled into a cozy old house in town to begin recording a follow-up to Grace, his powerful 1994 debut. That album, a darkly romantic and stunningly original blend of folk, blues and alternative rock, had earned Buckley a reputation as a superstar in the making, much as Greetings from Asbury Park did for Bruce Springsteen in 1973. Buckley's rise was tinged with poignancy. Success promised to lift him at last out of the haunting shadow of his father, the brilliant folk singer Tim Buckley, who died of a heroin overdose in 1975 at age 28.
But on the evening of May 29, after driving to the Memphis marina with a member of his road crew, Jeff inexplicably waded, fully clothed, into the muddy river. As the roadie watched from the riverbank, Buckley swam far out. When the wake of a passing boat splashed ashore, the roadie turned away for a moment to move Buckley's guitar and radio to safety. When he looked up again, Buckley had disappeared. He never came back up. After six days of searching, police last week pulled his body from the water near Beale Street, Memphis' music row.
News of the accidental drowning unleashed an outburst of grief that attested not just to the tragedy of a young man's life cut short but also to the uncommon force of his music. In the hours after his disappearance, fans from around the world--Canada, Australia, the Netherlands and even Singapore--inundated his record label with worried messages. In New York City's Greenwich Village, Buckley's home turf, scores of fans brought candles and flowers to Cafe Sin-e, the former coffeehouse where he first drew crowds with his spiraling voice and captivating intensity. "His music was so beautiful it made the hair on your neck stand on end," said a weeping fan. "He was special," said Columbia Records president Don Ienner. "We saw the future in Jeff."
That Buckley's life ended in awful symmetry with his father's was a painful irony. The younger Buckley had long struggled to escape the label of "Tim's son." He had met his father only once, at age 8. Tim Buckley left home the year his son was born, a fact that may have fueled the melancholy, beauty and despair that swirled within Jeff's songs. In one of his own final acts of grace, Buckley said to a close friend, "Remember that I forgive my father, and I just have to move on." He seemed to be doing just that when he was pulled under.
--By David E. Thigpen
#jeff buckley#In a sad state of Grace#David E. Thigpen#Time Magazine#DROWNING CLAIMS SINGER JEFF BUCKLEY AND STILLS ONE OF FOLK ROCK'S MOST PROMISING YOUNG VOICES#June 1997#June#1997
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before there were Insta/Twitter fanpages…
btw depending on the rate, that’s somewhere in the $3700 to $4700 range
#why did someone cut this out of a magazine…#…and why don’t I have more of them#<- barely scratched the surface looking through her shit i mean lovely collection that isn’t drowning her#(I love all of my things very very much and extremely grateful to be able to have them…but the media do be consuming me…I can’t deny that)#scans#magazine
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Dessert cover 2024年8月 issue
#Dessert#Dessert (magazine)#Numa Sugite Mohaya Koi#Sinking Too Deep in Your Rabbit Hole Now I'm Drowning in Love#Soragaki Reida#Dessert covers#magazine covers
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Protecting Our Children: Addressing the Drowning Risk for African American Youth
Drowning remains a critical and preventable cause of death among children, with African American youth facing particularly high risks. This article delves into the alarming statistics, historical context, and crucial safety measures that can help protect Black children from drowning. Additionally, we highlight the hidden dangers of blue bathing suits and provide actionable tips for parents to…
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#african american#African American child water safety statistics#African American parent magazine#African American parenting#African American parenting magazine#African American parents#African American youth swimming safety#black family#blue swimsuit dangers#child drowning prevention tips#drowning risk for African American youth#preventing child drowning in Black communities#swimming lessons for Black children#swimming proficiency in African American communities#visibility in water safety#water safety tips for Black children
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Needy
Pervert!Yuuta x Reader
Synopsis: Yuuta has avoided the touch of women for years due to having a homicidal jealous curse attached to him. Hell, he has even avoided touching himself. But something happens that makes him break
Warning: Male masturbation, pillow humping, edging, mentions of breeding, pining
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Having a homicidal jealous curse attached to you 24/7 that threatens to murder any woman that comes close to you, changes a man.
In Yuuta's case that meant that sex was out of the question. In fact, everything involving the slightest bit of physical intimacy was out of the question. Handshake? Yuuta would rather not risk it. Hugging? Sure if you wanted to get your head chopped off. Even when Yuuta joined Jujutsu High and became able to control Rika better, his ways of avoiding women had already been so ingrained into him, that any kind of intimacy was just foreign to him.
This didn't mean the Yuuta didn't think about it. He even indulged in the small things, like replaying the sex scene in a movie or eying the women in Todo's magazines he would bring on occasion. But that wasn't enough to quell the thrumming in his head or the whisper in the back of his mind craving more. Yuuta truly thought he could ignore it all though, that is, until he met you.
At first, it was easy for him to treat you as nothing more than a friend, a classmate. He could ignore how peculiarly beautiful and kind you were. He could brush off how your witty remarks during tough missions always made him laugh, and how the light, airy giggles that escaped your mouth when Yuuta did something unintentionally funny made butterflies swarm in his stomach. Then summer rolled around, and you started wearing more revealing clothes—short skirts and tights instead of long pants, which were apparently "easier to train in" you told him.
And it was only when you innocently bent over to pick something up one afternoon, when Yuuta accidentally caught a glimpse of your white underwear that dug into the fat of your plump butt, that the dam finally broke. When you turned around to bashfully apologize for accidentally flashing him, Yuuta was already gone. Unbeknownst to you, he had fled to his dorm room, struggling to hide his painfully hard dick in his pants.
Yuuta barely makes it to his bed before he is pulling down his black uniform pants and wrapping a shaky hand around his thick cock. He's not an idiot, he knows how to jack off, but there is something different right now. When in the past the few times he touched himself was to quickly get rid of arousal, now Yuuta finds himself yearning for something more.
He slowly drags his hand down his shaft and the satisfaction is immediate: just one stroke sent electric flesh arrows of pleasure through his entire body. The pleasure is mind-numbing, and just a taste of it has him yearning for more.
“Oh fuh-“ Yuuta's voice comes out breathless. He screws his eyes shut and darts a tongue across his lips to wet them. Almost immediately his mind wonders back to you, how delicious your ass looked, how beautiful you are, how beautiful you would be with your lips wrapped around his dick. How would your breasts feel in his palm? What would your face look like if he tweaked and sucked on your nipples? God, what would your pussy feel like.
Pap pap. Yuuta was starting to create a semi fast rhythm, white precum collecting in the spaces of his fingers as he furiously glided his tight grip up and down his dick. He doesn't just want to think about you; he wants to obsess over you. He doesn't just want to feel pleasure; he wants to drown in it. No, he wants to drown in you.
He's practically panting right now imaging himself inside you. If he felt good right now, how good would the real thing be? Oh he bet the squeeze around his dick would be delicious, he can practically hear you whining his name. Yuuta's legs trembled as his hand gilded over his overstimulated red tip and down to his heavy balls. Jesus this was good, so good, he needed more, Yuuta needed more friction because god if he couldn't have your pussy right now he at least needed to pretend.
Through heavy pleasure-filled lidded eyes, he glanced to the pillow next time him.
He was becoming greedy.
Fuck it.
Without much of a thought, Yuuta grabbed the pillow, folded it in half, laid on his side, hastily put his dick between the white cloth, and started to thrust. The friction is delicious. It makes his toes curl and desperately thrusts his hips into the soft pillow.
“Mmmm, mmm mhm” he whimpers. Your name is on the tip of his tongue, but he can barely speak so much as think. There’s a tingly warm feeling building in his stomach, the pleasure is overtaking him. What would you think if you could see him like this? Would you call him a pervert or maybe would you help him? Oh, what a dream that would be, your soft hands wrapped around him, oh he bet that you could make him feel better than this pillow ever could.
“Ah-Ah Y/n please….” The thought of you is consuming him, you don’t know it but you are giving him the best pleasure he has ever experienced in his life. Yuutas thrusts are becoming frantic, desperate, he could taste his release on the tip of his tongue. His black hair is starting to stick to his forehead from the sweat and he realized he should have taken off his white uniform coat because it was getting so hot. He was so close, so close to cumming, he hates how this pillow isnt you, isn't your pussy, after this, he promises to himself that he won't ignore you or your beauty anymore, he’ll obsess over you, kiss the ground you walk on, he’ll take care of you so good and -and oh, oh my god, he wants to breed you, fill you with cum-
“Ah-ahhh~”
Yuuta’s hips stutter into the pillow and thick ropes of cum coat the fabric. The pleasure makes his legs and mind go numb and he’s left panting, whimpering from the after shocks.
No, after this Yuuta will never avoid you again.
#yuuta smut#yuuta x reader#yuuta okkotsu x reader#yuuta okkotsu#jujutsu kaisen yuuta#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#jujutsu kaisen#jujustu kaisen fanfic
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