#frail hands

[blackbellaswan1]

shout out to all my fellow trans gay skramz soldiers out there🫡🫡 we make the world go round

[punkrockmixtapes]

Listen/purchase: snow in june by FRAIL HANDS

[javelinbk]

Paul McCartney’s band giving him a present for 20+ years together, backstage at the O2, 18th December 2024

[doostyaudi]

Twisted berry boy redesign

[defiledtomb]

merry xmas! im drinking rum with aleks and listening to some really old techno. i blurted everything about ouro and all the tough things surrounding, and its future, and i got so excited i yelled and yodeled into the dead and dark forest. it's been such. such a good christmas. 2025 got nothing on me. we live we die and we fucking live again. hold my hand. giggle with me. have some zacapa. i love you

[gorespawn]

also while we're here i would like to share the two iterations of tumblr user gorespawn that have existed since i abandoned this blog back in like early 2021. Who wants me

[lexbiini]

when will my beloved (little gay people in my phone) return from the war (discord down)

[marbleheavy]

the biggest indicator that Nico is actually super old is that he always has a bandaid on

[creepyscritches]

My grandma is 80 and almost never wants to go do things, but every year she gets excited to go shuffle around her little shops on Black Friday with me and my mom and eeeeevery year she heehaws at me buying my annual supply of handsoap from bath and body works during their buy 3 get 3 sale. I have so much soap, by god, if I run out again before next November I'm going to kill myself

[justaz]

nothing will ever infuriate me quite like the way seeing art of canonically muscular, super fucking strong women being depicted with a thin lil waist and noodle arms does. SHE IS BEEFY. GIVE ME HER MEAT.

[ilynpilled]

look im jaime’s strongest soldier but he is also such a massive bimbo

[ciircex]

A ROMANTIC getaway, a celebration of a marriage anniversary. It was, for all intents && purposes, a way to escape the LIME LIGHT && focus on each other.

At least, that's what Rosemary wanted her DEAR husband to think. To think she took them to a warm, log cabin in the mountains so she could DRESS up in her wedding gown && remind them of times they've had together.

It was so simple, so easy to just spin the web, to have Fraser focus on how BEAUTIFUL the jewels upon her white fabric shone as she began to tighten the web tighter && tighter. He was her prey but unlike the two men that came before him, she was going to hunt him down.

There was a reason for that of course, Fraser had been... well, let's just say fornicating with his secretary. That wasn't the WORST part of it, Rosemary didn't care that his eyes and hands wandered. No, it was because of how he had promised that he'd hand over HER supermodel status to a fawn barely able to stand on her two legs.

The HORROR, the gall of that man to TAKE something she had clawed her way up for, to get the respect she FINALLY deserved, only to attempt to give it to someone who'd be eaten alive before stepping a single toe on the runway.

It was LAUGHABLE && AMUSING, Rosemary would've perhaps humored it if only to see how far his little fawn could CRAWL. To see the world picking her to scraps && leaving her UNRECOGNIZABLE.

But then like the man had to flex that his girl was YOUNGER, easier on the eyes than Rosemary. Had to run that mouth of his that she was a DYING beauty queen && had to move over for younger, hotter models.

Her BEAUTY was her PRIDE && she'd never take such DISRESPECT, not from a man that's only WORTH was the dollars in his bank account.

The ONLY way to pay back such insolence was in blood, to hunt him down until all that was left was an unrecognizable FIGURE that not even his own mother could recognize if asked.

"Oh, Fraser, darling, make sure you don't step in any bear traps. I want FIRST swing at you." Her voice was SICKLY sweet, white teeth peeking out from beneath rosy lips as a laugh bubbles out from her chest. Her laugh breaks through the night, wicked cackling echoing in the woods around HUNTER && PREY.

It was so easy to track her darling husband's SCRAMBLING, he was drunk && fear was gripping his very THROAT like a hangman's noose. TIGHTER && TIGHTER the ghostly apparition of a rope wrapped around his fragile neck, threatening to KILL as she closed in.

Rosemary's steps were unhurried, her hips SWAYING as if she was merely practicing for the runway. Her dress, which used to be as white as snow on winter's day, was now covered in MUCK && DIRT with soon the addition of CRIMSON if her dear would be so kind to let her swing an axe his way.

She looked like an ethereal vision, a GHOST bride vying for vengeance with her blonde hair trailing after her. Her blue eyes honed in on her kill, on the pathetic FLY that flew too close to her web.

SNAP! CRUNCH! SCREAM!

"Oh, darling, you didn't listen." A sigh comes out as she trails herself over to where her beloved fell, his leg caught between ANGRY metal teeth. "I suppose I'll settle for second swing, though I'm VERY disappointed but I should have known better. You never listened to me very well."

Rosemary hummed, running a white gloved finger along the GLISTENING axe's edge, teasing it as she settled herself over Fraser.

"Now, be a good boy && SCREAM as loud as you can." She rose the axe above her head, ready to swing down and land between the pathetic fool's eyes but then he yelled go to Hell. She couldn't help but laugh, hands freezing in their motion. "Oh, no worries, I will be going there but you'll be going first. Be a doll && tell the devil I look forward to meeting with him."

Before any FURTHER exchanges could be made, Rosemary swung the axe down, hearing the satisfying sound of a skull cracking && screams of the damned ripping from Fraser's throat. She repeated the process, crimson oozing on the white && upon her face, tongue flicking out to taste the warm substance.

Ah, now that the MISERABLE fool had been slashed until his brains spilt upon the earth, all that was left to do was CLEAN up. All Rosemary could think of as she left her CRIME of passion behind temporarily was that perhaps it was time to settle down with an man she could actually love or even a woman.

Perhaps it was time for a feminine touch when it came to marriage. The possibilities were ENDLESS && Rosemary was looking forward to sinking her fangs in FRESH flesh.

[monards]

guys i love you all so much but if you continue this crusade to get me Found something is gonna Happen.

[mossiestpiglet]

curse of growing tomatoes i touch those plants one time and my hands smell like them the whole rest of the day fuck me

[unfried-mouth-wheat]

yeah yeah Belos with an eight pack and bulging muscles and toned flesh and whatever. Sure fine like what you like. Belos with accurate flabby peepaw bod, though? BARK, ya know?

[nikaxrootless]

who: jude + nika ( @saintlcss ) where: the ranch

While there were many things that the settlement had done over the year to become rather self-sufficient, there were still aspects of sustainability that relied heavily on things outside of the settlement. A major provider of milk for example, came from the ranch. While they were able to host a few chickens, the settlement had neither the facilities nor the hands to maintain anything more intensive. Which was fine for Nika so long as Jude was the ranch hand. Everything in Arcadia was either rationed or bartered for, so when the rations weren't enough, the settlement typically bartered and traded for more.

And there were a lot of things that the settlement could afford to barter, especially when it came to people like Jude. Nika relished spending time around Jude on the rare occasion she visited the ranch herself. She loved things that were a little bit broken, they were easier to use, and the Tree liked that. Jude was broken but put back together in an... interesting way. She had shadows pouring out of the cracks of her aura that wrapped themselves around her like tendrils. Being around her was like inhaling the scent of a lily of the valley: floral, musky, deadly. Everyone was a part of the pattern of the tree, and everyone had the potential to alter its course. Even those that, on good intel, spent more time worrying about catching up the bottom of a bottle than the politics of town relations.

As of late, she had rarely left the settlement ground to go anywhere near the town, but the vision she had had while under the influence of the substance last night had pulled her to the ranch, and so here she was, ready to barter some pretty strong homemade spirits, or perhaps drugs in exchange for something to honor the upcoming winter solstice. Specifically, she needed a male animal to bloodlet. She'd return him alive of course, should he survive.

"I am always amazed to see the growth of this ranch every time I visit," she started as she found Jude, "amazing what one woman can do when provided with the opportunity. In that regards, we are more alike than one might think."