#facetouching

[dirtyoldmanhole]

(bolts upright in the middle of the night) ohhh i think i know what i'm going to write for gunter's birthday. ;w;

[fuckyeahmhawkefenris]

post/663655513444237312 https://www.tumblr.com/mhawkeandfenris18plus/750856171041210368/i-love-you-fenris-artwork-so-much-the-expressions

[cementbread]

meowrails facetouch

[silverstreams]

[frustrated noises] i wish i had more things to ask about, but nothing's really coming to mind - i just **really** enjoy TLG (i haven't gotten into Redemption yet; does that require any Half-Life knowledge/context to enjoy?) and i'm planning to reread, since i probably missed some things after i stumbled across TLG and powered through all of it in one night, so i'm hesitant to ask questions that you probably already supplied answers to and my sleep-deprived, ChellDOS-addled brain just missed them. like, you could have laid out the entire plot of the unfinished chapters and my brain would still be stuck/melting on "gEntLe fAceToUchEs?!?!?!" (i suppose i do have at least one question about TLG, Caroline in particular, but i don't know your policy about spoiler-y asks, so i'll hold off on that one for the moment)

Redemption benefits from having Half-Life 2 knowledge, mainly around Dr Judith Mossman and the Borealis, to give a better idea of who she is as a character and how she fits into things.

I highly recommend a reread of TLG! There are a lot of things that might stand out to you more upon a second reading, especially in regards to everyone’s favorite robot ghost.

For spoiler-y asks, I’m fine with answering questions about events in chapters that have already been posted. Other stuff I may be willing to answer privately, but it would depend on the question.

[statisticalbread]

paul briggs and mike warren and the unstoppable force between them and the unspoken everything and the spoken things but they continue anyway. the pursuit and the lies and the trauma but then they love each other???? mikes relationship with the men in his life being entirely complicated all through his life

something something mike warren something something.

the gray area they both exist in. the depth with which they know one another. mikebriggs facetouch. mikebriggs forehead kiss. they hold hands. but AFTER paul chokes mike out while hiding his identity as odin.

mikes descent into this gray area that eventually gets him killed being directly caused and influenced by paul and what he had him do and showed him to do. charlie trying to save mike from that. mike vying for accomplishment and approval and losing his black and white sense of right and wrong.

i could talk about this show until i’m blue in the face honestly i’m feral and scratching the walls of my enclosure

[krausenypsmael]

Hamish MacKenzie plays tracks from 'Mugress' by Krausen Ypsmael (tape out on Steep Gloss, June 2024) alongside tracks by MSGG, Zoviet France, Vesal Javaheri, Noise a Noise, Fossil Aerosol Mining Project, Bren't Lewiis Ensemble, Butte County Free Music Society, Chemiefaserwerk, Burnt Seed Records, The Pianos, Facetoucher and more on the upcoming Lost and Found Sounds radioshow on Australia's 2BOB RADIO 104.7fm - this streams live today from 1 PM CET, or later on-demand at www.2bobradio.org.au/lost-and-found-sounds

[lezet]

V.A.- "Fractals" is out on zO Records (Brazil)!

V.A.- "Fractals" is out on zO Records (Brazil)!

Introducing Fractals, the first compilation of z0, a netlabel inspired by the Mandelbrot Set. Focusing on Ambient, Dark Ambient and Dark Industrial styles and exploring the depths of electronic music through complex and evocative soundscapes.

featuring: Acheleg Depression Embrace WHΛLTHISИEY Underglass Mean Flow Coppergear Persefone Midnight Totem KR Seward Hålet james hoehl Paranoised Lezet The Giraffe Transmissions el_masmore ration Daniel Pemberton M.NOMIZED - Demons That Drove Bode Konstantin Elfimov ste rozza DJ_Iterate Ghab Saviv Okkvltismi 5217 flyoversx Minamata after dark Debby Grupp Deborah Fialkiewicz ocean in a bottle wilfried hanrath Wilfried Hanrath & I ,Eternal FACETOUCHER DJ Bliss Buddhabrot https://z0records.bandcamp.com/album/fractals

[city-of-melbourne]

𝕷𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝕱𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖙𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖗

https://t.me/city_of_melbourne/1182

[min-hikari]

JIMIN

amazed of how sensitive you’re

as your boyfriend

attention and care

Jimin must be the only person in the world who complains about his girlfriend not complaining… When Amy doesn’t pester him to come home early (like the rest of the members) he starts thinking she might not care for him as much.

blowjob

bouncing u on his lap

broken glass

After your confession to your best friend Jimin gets rejected he tells you he’s just not ready for a relationship. However, you’re not ready when you find out a few weeks later that he’s seeing someone else. 

cherry balm

you start using a new lip balm and jimin loves the taste.

corruption kink

harbouring a hybrid

in a world where hybrids were hunted and terminated, you would do anything to protect yours

part 3.5

i only want you

Jimin can’t contain the feelings building up inside him when you decided to finally break things off.

jealous mafia

kissing him bc ur jealous

kissing your lover when they ask you why you've been avoiding them, not realizing it's because you're jealous that they've been hanging out with [a potential love interest]

mafia!yanderee

What was supposed to be a one night stand turned out to be more when he couldn’t let go.

oh so reluctant

For the past eleven months that you have been married to Park Jimin, he has not looked at you the way he has been doing today. And there is sinister in his eyes. 

ouch

you hurt your foot and Jimin thinks your gonna die 

potions

Magic is banned, to perform it is an act punishable by death, a law brought in by the queen. And yet, here you are, living in the same palace as her, defying that law by performing the magic she so hates. You don’t feel at risk of being found out, you are only a lowly healer, a nobody. But when the prince discovers you and can’t seem to leave you alone, you may not be as safe as you thought.

praise/ego boost

praise/spitting kink

regret

rock bottom

When, in a four-year marriage, you get to the point where you question its worth, you know that’s your rock bottom. How many I’m sorry’s will you handle? How many times are too many times?

sitting on his face

touch of you

Jimin has never let you touch him until tonight, bringing on a storm of emotions you both had tried to suppress.

tying his tie

1:58am

[nakedgrease]

woke but poor

On tropical paradise, the skyis bright but the locals said yesterday, it cried.Swaying in the wind are the tall coconut treeswhose leaves are the wrong hue of greenthat later, I’ll have to move left and right. On tropical paradise, Ilook into the pool water. My facetouches the tiles at the bottom. Distortion,perversion, misfortunes, body dysmorphia,scopophobia, continental nostalgia,et moi — the…

[knight-of-cookies]

Reylo Week : “Touch”

@reylo-week-2018

[fuckyeahmhawkefenris]

post/750667031136829440 https://www.tumblr.com/mhawkeandfenris18plus/750842453048836096/arcanines-of-freedom-it-honestly-feels-like-they

[olfactorypress]

Occasionally making things like this. #facetouching #donttouchyourface #zine #quarantinezine #onesheetbook #comics #bookarts (at White River Junction, Vermont) https://www.instagram.com/p/CErnrQcJ8uU/?igshid=1974ilchbf8tv

[statisticalbread]

MIKEBRIGGS FACETOUCH FLASHBANG

HELP MEEEEE

[wondertrevcentral]

Steve touching Diana's face. Part Two. Wonder Woman 1984 (2020) dir. Patty Jenkins

[the-kaedageist]

In the back streets of the Upper Slums of Emon, there is a seedy bar frequented by the Nameless Ones. Poska sips at the whiskey in front of her, enjoying the burn down her throat and letting it distract her from the sting of losing.

It is time to face that she has lost, this time. It’s been weeks, yet she can still remember the feeling of Fearne Calloway’s hand on her face, the impotent rage that bubbled within her chest as those five idiots thundered away in their reclaimed cart. The charm spell had popped like a soap bubble, Poska’s rage boiling out to consume everyone around her, and then she’d been left empty.

Those five are back, of course. Helping the Council with some sort of initiative, mostly protected. Poska is biding her time, waiting until they’re vulnerable once more; she’ll get them yet.

The door of the mostly-empty bar squeaks open, the sound of hooves audible as a new patron enters. Poska whirls and meets Fearne eye to eye, unable to believe what she sees. But it is indeed Fearne – she towers in the doorframe, staring at her with those large doe eyes.

“If you wanted to kill me,” Fearne said softly in that sweet voice of hers, “I would understand it. But I hope you will hear me out?”

Poska regards her for a long moment. Takes a long, long drink of her whiskey, draining the glass. “You have a lot of nerve, coming here.”

“I know,” says Fearne. Those earnest eyes feel like they can read something in Poska’s deepest soul; Poska utterly hates how much she wants to be known.

Fearne walks right up to the empty seat next to Poska, seemingly fearless. “Do you mind if I join you?”

Poska could murder her where she stands without Fearne even knowing what hit her; she doesn’t quite know why she nods her head in acquiescence instead.

The barkeep has been hiding in the back, studiously pretending they aren’t aware that Poska is having an awkward standoff in their bar. When Fearne seats herself, they bustle out, taking a quick order from her and wordlessly refilling Poska’s empty glass as well. They quickly disappear again after depositing a bright blue cocktail in front of Fearne. There is a tiny umbrella in it; Fearne’s monkey familiar plucks it from the glass and spins it over his head.

Poska hates how utterly unfazed Fearne or her familiar seem to be. She knows that she outranks Fearne in fighting strength completely. She knows that Fearne has never been afraid of her, seeing straight through her from the beginning and seeming to know that Poska would never be able to harm a hair on her head.

“I want to apologize,” Fearne says after a long, long silence. She hasn’t taken a sip of her cocktail yet. “We couldn’t have gone with you, of course, but Charm Person is an ugly way to accomplish that.”

Poska makes a face; ugly is a good word for it. “Do you still have my vestige?” She tries to sound nonchalant but knows she’s failed miserably.

Fearne brings the glass to her lips, taking a sip of the drink that looks like it’s practically radioactive. She sighs happily in a way that goes straight to Poska’s hind brain, licks her lips after the first taste, and puts the glass back down before turning to face Poska. “We do,” she says serenely, as though she hasn’t just had an orgasmic moment with her drink. “We can’t return it to you. I’m sorry.” She doesn’t sound sorry.

Poska studies her. This woman in front of her – Poska has never met anyone like her in her life. She radiates pure sweetness and light. She is utterly ruthless. She definitely has the smell of a thief and a criminal. Poska is enchanted. She wants to break her open, see what comes out. She wants to know Fearne down to her very core and be known in return. She wants to push her and find out how deep that streak of ruthlessness runs, if it matches her own. She recognized something in Fearne, when they’d first met, and she wants to know if she was right.

“If you won’t return it, then we remain enemies, and you are taking a great chance, coming here to meet with me by yourself,” Poska says.

“Poska,” Fearne says in that sweet voice. Poska refuses to make eye contact with her. “Poska,” she repeats. One hand reaches out, pressing against Poska’s face, gently cupping it. “I’m sorry,” she whispers.

“You aren’t,” Poska says. It’s what’s most attractive about her, after all. “You aren’t at all.”

Fearne’s face settles, losing some of its guilelessness. “I’m not,” she admits, blinking those wide eyes. “And something tells me you wouldn’t like me nearly so much if I was.”

This is too much; Poska pulls her face away from Fearne’s soft touch, turns back to her whiskey and takes a gulp. Whatever is sizzling between them, it’s a confusing, magnetic thing, clouding Poska’s pristine judgment and leaving her spellbound with no charm needed.

Fearne seems to sense she’s overstepped; she pulls away, granting Poska some breathing space as she sips her cocktail. The monkey on her shoulders gives a screech, causing the barkeep to jump where they are very obviously Not Paying Attention to the strange energy nearby. Fearne reaches up absent-mindedly and scritches the monkey on his little head; he beams in Poska’s direction before reaching over to stick the small drink umbrella into Fearne’s beautiful hair.

Poska stares at the umbrella, feeling like she’s losing her mind.

“Why are you here?” she asks at last.

Fearne seems to give the question some thought. “I don’t quite know,” she replies, cocking her head adorably. “I’ve been sad, that I burned the connection between us so completely.”

“There is no connection between us.” Poska can feel it like a cord, binding the two of them together as though fate itself had tied the knots. “You and your team of idiots got lucky. Several times. You’ll all regret crossing me, in time.”

“I’m sure we will,” Fearne says placatingly. She means none of it; Poska is astonished by how much she wants to bask in that earnest insincerity.

Fearne leans closer to her, just watching. Poska takes another sip of her liquid courage.

This time, Poska is the one to turn in Fearne’s direction. To reach out and cup her face, to let her fingertips feel the softness of fur. She knows she shouldn’t, but she’s utterly unable to resist.

“I hate this,” she hisses through clenched teeth. “I know so little about you. I can tell almost everything is a lie.”

Fearne’s eyes meet hers. They are gentle and kind. There is a hint of steel in her gaze. This woman wouldn’t hesitate to kill her, even if she would have much difficulty doing so. Poska has never formed healthy relationships; she’s not exactly going to start now.

She leans over. Fearne meets her halfway to press their mouths together. The dingy bar, the barkeep, her failures – they all fade as Poska kisses a beautiful satyr and her brain grinds to an utter halt.

Gradually, reality filters back in, even as Fearne shifts to run her hands along Poska’s hair, to trace the arc of her cheekbone with one soft finger. She can feel the soft touch of a small monkey against her forehead, but even that doesn’t throw her.

Then, there is shouting in the distance. The sound of footsteps, running on the pavement.

Poska breaks away from Fearne, her heart hammering in her ears. “Ah,” she says. “You’re the distraction, this time?”

Fearne looks utterly angelic and not one bit sorry. “I hope I can see you again,” she says instead. With that statement, the only thing Poska picks up from her is honesty.

Poska pushes her chair back and drains her glass of whiskey. “You’d better hope I don’t catch your accomplices,” she tells her, trying not to think of the feeling of Fearne’s mouth on hers. It is a lost cause. “I have to go deal with this. Get out of my bar.”

Fearne laughs and finishes her cocktail. She takes the little umbrella from her hair, apologizes to the monkey, and leans over to gently push it into Poska’s locs, right above her ear. “You look lovely,” she says.

Poska doesn’t dignify that with an answer before she’s off into the night.

She saves the umbrella.