#fuck fuck

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price as Clifford Pyncheon -

House of the Seven Gables (1940) dir. Joe May

[madame-mongoose]

no you know what fuck it goodnight

[watchyourbuck]

I have a very niche thought HOLD ON you know when Buck gets crushed by the truck okay then they throw him a surprise welcome party and everyone screams and then he’s hugging Eddie ??? Okay the way Eddie holds Buck by the wAIst with his ENTIRE HAND fuck fuck fuck this is what fuels fanfiction

[hydrus101]

I constantly think about what Arthur’s internal dialogue might’ve been around Oscar’s pledge, how conflicted and wary about it he might’ve been.

When John describes Oscar after his arm comes off and says he’s served his purpose, Arthur can’t even echo him like he usually does. Can’t even finish his sentence and say “he did serve his pur-“ because he chokes up near the end. He can’t say it. Can’t fathom it. Whether it’s from the guilt of his arm or the weight of his sobriety, the idea of being someone’s purpose weighs on him so heavily. Every time Oscar tried to tell him that he is, he shut it down. Quickly. Harshly. Like he didn’t want to think about it. Didn’t want to consider it.

Do you ever think of why? Was it his independence? That he simply balked at the concept of needing anyone else because his self-sufficiency streak was just that strong? Maybe his self-loathing just ran that deep? That he couldn’t conceptualize the idea of someone wanting to help him, not out of trickery or deception or necessity, but because they wanted to, after so long of being hunted? That they wanted to help a man like him? A murderer, on seven counts? Even after knowing what sins he’d committed?

Then, was it the religious aspect? Arthur just rejects faith of that sort at its base level (he was taught to know his saints; he doesn’t pray anymore) and that Oscar is, by trade, a priest, but I don’t think it’s just that. It goes deeper. It must.

Oscar viewed him as divine. His sign from God. The one who pulled him from bedrock. The man he chose, guided by a higher power, to follow into the ends of time and space (as far as he is mentally, physically, and spiritually able) and beyond. His purpose.

Do you think some part of Arthur was scared of that? Of someone seeing him as something good? Something worthy? To be elevated to that level of divinity, to be held equivocal to another man’s God? The being who’s almighty will (these things happen for a reason)(god has a plan)(do you want to see your wife and child again?) had planned and accounted and orchestrated for the death of his only daughter? Do you think that scares him? Do you think it makes him feel guilty? Do you think, in the spaces between running from hunters and pursuing goals and traveling through whatever realm he goes to next, he’ll stop and wonder if he’s cost another man his faith? I do. I do a lot, actually.

[archiewantsheetmetal]

oh medic tf2 we really in it now

[grey-and-green]

I can feel it happening again. It’s creeping back up. I’ve been distant for months. But then I had one single stable mental health day and thought “ah, I am safe to go back to my hyperfixation, perhaps I shall open Tumblr”.

I think I may now be past the point of no return and my neglected Kindle is already on charge.

Fuck.

This is gonna hurt.

[tcrturedreeves]

I started watching Swedish Dicks.

[mrsfitzgerald]

27.05.23. video: @miscreantmelon 💗

[lizard-speed]

… the way Havers’s hands linger on the Captain’s even after he’s died….. he’s probably also waited just as long for a reunion and now that he’s finally seen him the Captain dies at his feet……. he can’t bear to let go

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price - House of Wax (1953)

[poursomesunaonme]

GODDDDDD IM FUCKING WRITHING CLAWING AT THE SHEETS I WANNA RIDE HIS FACE LIKE ITS A RODEO BULL FUCKKKK FUCK FUCK FUCKKKKKKK

[notsofriendlyfriendlyreminder]

scott left. he left without saying anything. he left mike in italy. he didn't say anything.

[lunastars21]

IDW YA CAN'T JUST JUMPSCARE ME LIKE THIS WHEN IM ANSWERING QUESTIONS WHAT THE FUCK

I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM

I just wish fang to be happy!

LOOK AT THAT SMILE! LOOK AT HIM!

GOD FUCKING DAMN IT I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AAUAUGHHA

PLEASE LET HIM BE HAPPY IDW PLEASE!

I KNOW HE'S FUNNY FAIL MAN BUT I ALSO WANT HIM TO BE HAPPYYYYY SOBBINGS

[chrollogy]

atsumu is definitely a greedy man.

it's how he pushed himself into the professional athlete he is, always demanding more of not only himself but from those around him. the difference with him though, is that his greed is a greed that stems from love.

after all, that's what atsumu embodies: love in its purest form. it's his justification for why he's so drawn to you, why everything you do to him has him acting this irrationally, just for you to glance in his direction. some might call him pathetic, but he likes to think of it as an unwavering devotion. and he's sure you'd agree too.

the glittery gold and black jersey only cements his certainty. he could spend a lifetime blowing his load to the image of you bent over all pretty for him, your pussy sucking his thick cock in like your life depends on it, the last name "miya" placed squarely on your back. there's something about seeing the fabric bounce with each one of his thrusts that makes him want to carve a deeper place into your heart, like his jersey on you is proof that you're his.

"fuck, you're so tight, babe. you're gonna make me cum if you keep tightening up around me like that... fuck, d'you like that? like it when i hit it from behind?" he slurs, his vision already hazy with pleasure. he doesn't want to waste even a second looking away from you. his hands push up against the hem of the big jersey, but he makes sure not to crumple up his name as his big palms play with tits, gripping at your body and trying to press up as much of himself as he can against you.

god, you feel so small against him. it's like his jersey's threatening to eat your body up whole, and it makes his cock twitch dangerously inside of you. you're so good to him, too good to him, and instead of satiating him, it only fuels him more. he wants every part of you, the good and the ugly, the moral and the immoral, the presentable and the hideous. the jersey sporting his name clinging to your skin is just a physical marking of that.

atsumu is definitely a greedy man.

😁 NONNIE MY LOVELY NONNIE I AM VERY MUCH NORMAL ABOUT THIS YES THANK YOU :D !

[howdoyousleep3]

may i inquire as to what those filthy stevie thots are 😳

today i can't stop thinking about stevie baby and his ginormous little love of filming himself and Daddy in all sorts of sexy situations and how handy it comes in future fucking sessions

i can't stop thinking about james just wanting to torment his baby, one of those moments that is full of the you're a brat but i love your brat ass so fucking much energy, one where he's got steve whiny and needy and face-first in the bed

he kisses up his spine, digs his teeth into his nape

props his phone up in front of steve and hits play

and slips back down the bed, kneeling on the floor behind that spread out brat

today i'm thinking about james licking and sucking and kissing at stevie’s little hole selfishly while steve watches his past self get fucked damn near unconscious on the phone screen

he's passed the point of words in this video, eyes rolled back into his skull as Daddy fucks him good and deep and hard just the way he likes, the kind of fuck that takes him away, the kind of fuck he has to fight to come back from, where Daddy uses his cunt for exactly what it's meant for

"Just a goddamn fuckin' slut for it, look at you," past Daddy bites out against the side of his face, licking his cheek with the same tongue he uses to fuck into his hole right now, and steve squeals as he hears himself moan low and throaty on the screen in response, tilting his hips up and back to give Daddy more access in the present, to let him know he's so fucking hot for this

today i'm thinking about james asking steve questions, making him pay extra attention to details in the video he doesn't catch because his eyes are weepy or he was slow to blink, james slow to jerk him off as he purrs, "You remember how sore your little hole was after that night? How you kept whining like a bitch for days afterwards even though I knew you fuckin' loved it?"

"Mmm, Daddy..."

today i'm thinking about this lasting for damn near an hour, james not giving much attention to stevie's little prick aside from the occasional suck on the weepy head, steve sputtering and hiccuping as he's edged, moved and rolled where Daddy wants him, on his back and on his front, between james' legs sucking him off messily

normally steve hates edging but Daddy found a loophole because steve wants to see what video is next, wants to watch how Daddy will fuck his past self next, how hot he'll find it, what Daddy will say, how it'll feel like he has two Daddies with him

today i'm thinking about steve enjoying this ache, enjoying seeing how far he can go with Daddy's mouth on him because he likes, no love, watching himself get fucked on camera

and Daddy takes full advantage of that fact