#filthy/gorgeous

[orchideous-nox]

I'm sorry but Filthy/Gorgeous by Scissor Sisters is so Rosekiller coded, like the heavy breathing, "you're filthy, oh and I'm gorgeous", "you're disgusting, you're nasty and you can grab me", "You're an acid junkie, college flunky, dirty puppy, dirty bastard" HELLOOOO?!?!

Imagine a pristine exterior but fucked mentally, head of the Rosier family Evan singing this shit about scrawny ass emaciated high off his tits human raccoon Crackhead Crouch.

[sadzimo]

So @akinmytua2 shared the below and said this video looked thirsty, but the audio didn't mesh with that take

I said hold on, give me a bit to fix that...ok now it matches

Here you go Tumblr 🙂

HD/Full D version after I debut my YT channel officially here in a separate post

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Bringing this back...for person reasons...

VINCENT PRICE and BARBARA STEELE -

THE PIT AND THE PENDULUM (1961) dir. Roger Corman

[genericpuff]

the very first "hear me out" for alt kids growing up in the mid 2000's

[jedipoodoo]

Ruthlessness (Sergeant Hunter x fem!Reader)

"After everything you've done...how will you sleep at night?"

"Next to my wife."

Notes: Feral Hunter, above-average bloodshed and violence. Reader is implied to be a Jedi but it's never explicitly stated, inspired by that line from Epic: The Vengeance Saga.

Hunter tore through the base. He could smell your fear and terror, and he knew you were nearby. He didn't even need Tech's directions.

This is what he was made for.

He hadn't slept since he'd heard you'd been captured, and he wouldn't rest until you were safe in his arms.

He quickly dispatched the two TK Troopers at the door with blaster and knife. Before the first body could hit the floor, he snatched the key card from their belt. He could hear your heartbeat just beyond the door, sluggish and slow, along with one other heartbeat and the deadly hum of an interrogation droid.

The moment the door opened, Hunter found his target, launching his vibroblade at the droid.

The blaster shot took him by surprise. Hunter managed to dodge so that it grazed him just below the ribs, but it burned. Every nerve in his body screamed out in pain,but he had to keep moving forward Hunter dropped to his knee, holding his wound, and looked up at the blaster pointed at his face.

"Doctor Hemlock warned me you'd come after her," the Imperial officer said, his voice low and lethal. He sounded just like Hemlock and Rampart, a controlled calm with a storm seething beneath the surface.

Hunter had no use for control. Not when he saw you hanging limp in the officer's arm like the damsel in distress in some cheap holo novel.

"Let her go, and I might let you live." Hunter growled, pushing himself to his feet.

The blaster followed his every move, and the officer chuckled as if he hadn't just been threatened.

"That's not an option here. She's a traitor, as are you."

Hunter took a step forward, only to stumble against a table littered with surgical tools. The officer kept the blaster trained on him, smart man.

But not smart enough.

"You're a stubborn one, aren't you?" The officer chuckled, "You clones just don't know when to quit."

"Hun'red percent success rate," Hunter bragged through gritted teeth, forcing his legs to support him.

"And vain too," the officer scoffed.

Hunter turned his body just enough that the officer couldn't see him grab the scalpel, still trying to make his way to you. Your heartbeat was growing slower with each passing second. He had to get you out of here.

"And what do you call your Emperor, then? An empire that'll last a thousand years? The Republic's been around longer than that."

"The Republic is gone!" The officer snapped, "That is the difference between the Galactic Empire and your precious Republic!" He jabbed the barrel of his blaster against Hunter's chestplate, sealing his doom.

Hunter moved too fast for anyone but Crosshair to have really noticed. The scalpel met its target in the vein of the officer's wrist, and he dropped the blaster with a scream. Hunter grabbed the wound and twisted it, forcing the officer to drop your body. Hunter only took his eyes off the officer to make sure you were safe, but he recovered quickly. He reached for the blaster with his non-dominant hand, and Hunter kicked it out of reach. The officer went for Hunter's wound, digging his hand into the wound. The air was ripped from Hunter's lungs as he tried to focus his vision. He couldn't let you die here, not as a trophy for some fanatic Imperial sycophant.

He still gripped the scalpel in his hand, and as the officer grinned sadistically Hunter drew it across his face. Blood splattered everywhere, and the officer reeled back with his face in his hands. Hunter didn't let him recover. He stomped his booted foot on the officer's shin, shattering his bones. The officer writhed on the floor as he tried to crawl away, dark blood from his face and wrist staining his gray uniform and slicking the tile floor.

Hunter held his side and adjusted his hold on the scalpel for a firmer grip, standing above the insignificant worm of a sentient that had dared to lay a hand on his Cyare.

"You clones-" the officer spat, coughing on his own blood.

"Scraping by, betraying the glory of the Empire just to live hand to mouth..."

"How how do you live with yourself?

"How do you sleep at night?"

Hunter grabbed onto the officers hair, yanking his head back so that the last thing he ever saw was the clone who would kill him.

"Next to my wife."

He drove the scalpel into the monster's chest, over, and over, and over again, until he heard the silence of its heart.

Hunter heaved a deep breath, tasting the coppery tang of blood at the back of his throat. It took a moment, but Hunter knew it wasn't his own.

A shuddering breath echoed through the room, and Hunter turned to you, crouching in between you and the officer so that you wouldn't have to see him as you woke up.

"Cyare? Cyare, can you hear me?" He called your name, cradling your head in his lap.

You mumbled something unintelligible, eyelids twitching.

"Hun'er?"

"Easy, easy Cyare, you're safe. It's over," He said. He gently pressed his fingers to the spot below your jaw where he could feel your heartbeat. It was delicate, like the flutter of a bird's wing, but it was there all the same. He needed to get you to the ship.

Hunter lifted you into his arms and though you raised your arms to hang onto his neck, they weighed as much as a starcruiser.

"I've got you," He whispered, "You're gonna be alright."

Your knee hit the blaster wound in his side, and he winced.

"You're hurt," You gasped, still drugged but now worried about him.

He shook his head and straightened his shoulders, "Don't worry about me. You're safe now. That's all that matters."

@photogirl894 @meadow-of-daisies-and-lavender @emperor-palpaminty @clonethirstingisreal (I just thought y'all would enjoy ✌️)

[lelio]

'Summer fruit in the middle of the winter' is such a beautiful and insane way to describe the paradoxical mess that is Lestat.

Armand, 500 year old ancient vampire, coven Leader, poet.

[vakenart]

I COME BACK FROM THE DEAD AND OFFER YOU THIS !!! A WILD TIMOTHY APPEARS!!!

[octoboss]

Goran D. Kleut as Lurch in Nekrotronic (2018)

[frnkiebby]

fucking christ~🎃

[bunnymcfoo]

ELITE GOAL SCORER LUKE KUNIN!!!!!!!

[inkstainedrat]

I only ever get the urge to write smut while trapped in the office nowadays

horny papa thoughts are my biggest defense against boredom over here

guaranteed I will talk myself out of any ficlet by the time I get home

[wrongcreature]

Holy

[lilacthebooklover]

i want you all to know that tumblr has CHANGED me. i use tone indicators now. i have friends and tag them on existential horror uquizes. this hellsite has got me eating posts. and bragging about it. i'm trapped in a place where a triangle is sexy, gay jokes are dime a dozen, and all of my blorbos are covered in blood. oh god i said "blorbo" again. the nightmare never ends

[sour-charity]

aw i can’t anon you this message but filthy x gorgeous by scissor sisters

Whoops! I didn’t realize anon was off. I haven’t heard this song before but I love the scissors! Listening to it now and it definitely fits ♡

[bisummers]

finally finished On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous and whew, boy 🫨🤧🤕😵‍💫