#gotta keep that edge

[the-punforgiven]

Shoutout to the guy I saw at the comic expo I went to one time who was showing off his incredibly sharp katana by taking a pencil with two fingers and lowering it into the blade and just severing it cleanly in half but then immediately after wiping the sword the fuck down with three different expensive-looking cloths and putting it back in its case with a level of obsessive intensity that made me wonder if he feared his sword would kill him and explode if it remained exposed to the elements for one more nanosecond

Like I'm definitely impressed don't get me wrong, that's a fucking sharp as hell sword but like, at least give us a moment to process it, y'know?

[solarpunkani]

Hot 4am take but I feel like if we want to get people more interested in making their yards a more habitable space for wildlife like insects, we have to acknowledge that ‘Don’t want bugs in your house’ is still a 100% fair and valid point of view. ‘Loves nature’ and ‘doesn’t want roaches spiders and mosquitoes in the house’ aren’t opposites.

And with that in mind, when we propose to people that spraying pesticides around houses is Not A Good Idea, Actually, I feel like we need to give an alternative asides from ‘deal with it.’

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Dress Up Part 4: Secret Preview

Hey all, I know I promised to have Part 4 out today but I ended up being extremely busy this weekend and I apologize. Please accept this preview as an apology 🙏🏻

Warnings for teetering on smut but not quite~

You chuckled just loud enough for him to hear before summoning another portal and jumping through it. You saw Lucifer turn the corner, a wide and almost feral smile spread across his face before the portal closed. You found yourself in his workshop again, just down the hall.

"You know, I'm starting to regret teaching you how to use portals," you heard Lucifer's muffled frustration through the doors. You decided to take it one step further. After all, what's a fun game of chase without a little risk? You kicked off your shoes in an instant and snapped your dress away, letting it fall to the floor and leaving you in nothing but your lacy maroon bra and matching panties. You opened the door to the hallway and poked your head out to see Lucifer standing further down, his back turned towards you as he tried desperately to track you down.

"You're getting colder," you taunted. You watched as Lucifer snapped his head around before closing the door and portaling away once more to the opposite hallway. You heard the doors of his workshop open with an almost sinister laugh following.

"Oh, you little devil," Lucifer hummed as he took notice to your recently discarded clothing. "It almost seems like my little mouse wants to be caught." He wasn't wrong. You heard the sound of a portal being opened. Then silence. When you popped your head around the corner, a cursory glance showed Lucifer was nowhere to be found. Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of not knowing where he had gone, but it excited you none the less. After a few moments, you decided to make your way back to your bedroom as quietly as possible. After carefully opening the door to the nearly pitch black room, you tiptoed over to where you had hidden Lucifer's gift, hoping to use the rope to your advantage.

But there was just one problem; you weren't alone.

"Oh, darling," Lucifer's voice echoed in the darkness, "you should have known better than to venture into the lion's den." A small scream escaped you as your eyes darted everywhere looking for the fallen angel. After only a moment, you spotted his silhouette in the shadows in the corner of the room, his pale yellow eyes illuminated in the blackness. He lunged at you with his teeth barred, forcing you back onto the bed with your hands now pinned on either side of your head. Lucifer had made quick work with his clothes after you had lost track of him as he was now only down to his duck printed briefs that left very little to the imagination. His tail appeared behind him, swishing back and forth excitedly like a predator who had found his prey. You were caught.

You swallowed hard as you gazed up at your capture. "Alright, alright, you win!" You tried to force your arms up in an attempt to escape, but Lucifer's grip held strong. "You know, if you don't let me go, I won't be able to give you your gift."

'Ah, ah, ah," he chastised sweetly, "I won fair and square! Like you said before, we shouldn't spoil the surprise too soon. Or maybe you just want to hear me beg for my reward."

Your face felt hotter and hotter with every passing second, his words flowing straight to your already soaking core. "I-It wouldn't hurt to hear," you admit. "I love when you beg for me."

Lucifer's breath hitched at your teasing as he raised your hands over your head, now gripping your both of your wrists with one hand while the other trailed over the mounds of your breasts, passing over you stomach, and stopping right at the hem of your panties. It took everything in you not to buck up at his delicate touch.

"P-Please, love," he murmured as he leaned down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, your tongues entangling together as if it was a fight for dominance. "Let me devour you. Your taste is everything I could ever want. I'm addicted to it. To you." His lips found yours again, kissing you like his life depended on it. You felt his lips curl into a smile against your skin as he peppered kisses down your neck and collarbone. "Pretty please?"

Your chest heaved erratically at your husband’s tender display of affection. “Well, h-how can I say no when you’ve asked so nicely.”

[zer0point5ive]

sorry kitten, daddy’s just analysing the themes of grief and longing and loss in the saw franchise

[windydrawallday]

Long-PSA-short of sorts that's more a vent: I was always aware my behavior and way of expressing myself online can surprise many people, especially if they are not used to someone who uses the writing medium as a playful form to tell emotions in a very descriptive way as I do. I'm quite affectionate with words, yes. And I always beg people I hang with personally to let me know if some of that bothers them, curtly of course. So far there have been few instances of individuals confusing those signals with ulterior means, things I assure you there's nothing more than me being friendly and supportive.

Imagine idk an excited dog seeing its owner haha

Until the past week, I found myself being tackled by something that made me almost knock everything aside because it made me realize that probably I'm a walking trigger/squick inducer with even the way I wield words like "love" and "friendship".

Almost...

I'm pretty tolerant of whatever way people conduct themselves in this life, the only moment I flinch is when an individual assumes from my default behavior and presentation that I want to impose my way of life... And nopes.

This is simply how and who I am. Nothing more, nothing less. I don't search for conflict but for understanding. My language for expressing marvel and reflections is like this, never to make the other feel awkward or attacked.

So, it upset me knowing that by wielding this forever welcoming and lovable disposition, I can be something to fear and even despite... to some people.

But, you know? That means that my "love" and "friendship" lifestyle are not made for you, no reason to come back to me and point at it. Just keep walking if you have only rage and rejection to give as a reply to my point of view. Because by wielding rage and rejection, what you only do is burn bridges. To create conflict and assume imaginary antagonistic scenarios where there's nothing of that at all.

You can't create the world you wish to live in by burning bridges.

It took me a lot too to forge who I am right now. I even keep learning and chiseling through traumas and mistakes—kindness and patience taught me more than rage and rejection. And "love" and "friendship" are the bricks I chose to build those bridges. I know everyone else uses different concepts but in the end, we all build bridges. By creating bridges and inviting others to do the same, I expand not only my world, but the other's too!

Isn't that better than demanding to be this or that through a black/white flag of rage and rejection? I think so. And I understand perfectly we sometimes need to be blunt when marking our boundaries. Still, never justifies treating the other bad.

And if some of you find "fake" or distasteful the way I wear this flag of "love" and "friendship" I'm sorry: this place will never be safe for you then. The exit door is always open. Go ahead.

I hope you find your place and flags out there too, but don't forget that to do that you need to build bridges. If you don't want to call it "friendship" call it "glue" or whatever makes you comfortable, but don't kick people like me who fought with claws and teeth to reclaim those words and feelings.

Fight your fight by being a good example, not a bad experience that makes someone never want to deal with something like this again in their life.

"Any color you like, (in the end) they're all blue."

[golvio]

Sometimes I wonder if I write Ghirahim too butch or if the fandom is just completely wrong about him.

[poems-of-a-lover]

ugh. periods /neg. need a guy to hold me in his arms and rest his hands under my shirt on my stomach for the warmth and kiss my forehead and tell me im his pretty boy. or ill die.

[all-thestories-aretrue]

Soooooo I wrote this incredibly self-indulgent thing about Miles. I have many feelings about how he keeps himself so tightly in control. It's gotta go somewhere.

Disclaimer it's quite dark, so mind the trigger warning and keep yourself safe <3

TW: self-harm, not what I would consider graphic descriptions, but it is the central theme and way more than a mention

The lock clicks. He slips his suit jacket off. Loosens then removes his tie. Untucked, buttons undone. It’s all laid out on the bed. Step by step. Shoes set to the side and trousers swapped for silken pajama pants.

The bathroom door closes behind him. The second lock between him and the world. The shower comes on. Towel laid out on the counter.

His drawer, second down on the left. He pulls out the small black bag. Gold zipper. Supple leather. Inside, his collection. Three packs of new razor blades. An open pack of blades; used ones tucked into the back. A single hypodermic needle. A crafting knife. Two unopened band aids.

The rest of the drawer’s contents is ignored, antiseptic and suture kits, butterfly closures and rolls of gauze, in favor of practiced hands sliding the tin of blades from the bag and the blade from the tin.

He sits on the toilet, lid down. Elbow straight. Fist clenched. The first slice with a small inhale. Bright and sharp and stinging. Familiar and comforting. Line after line as red blooms from the wounds. The ecstasy second only to the Kiss. Rivulets follow gravity down. Strategically placed tissues catch the mess.

Stained crimson, they fall into the waste basket. He flexes his wrist, testing the pull of the broken skin, blots the last of the blood away. Blade inspected and stowed; everything returned to it’s place. Pajamas folded on top of the toilet, he steps into the shower.

[euphoricsunflowers]

more of precious coworker wonwoo?? YES PLEASE 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

based off of this text post and here’s part 1 coworker ww is about to become an iconic character of this blog like college au ww and mafia ww im excited anyway content warning for: sappy cute shit, more making out, mentions of food, light choking whoops, hoshi shows up <3

you: meet me at the spot when you’re done for the day

you: wanna talk to you about smthin

it had been maybe a week since your last meeting and he still remembers the way your lipstick felt against his neck and his wrists still have marks from where he pulled on his restraints. he can’t wear that tie anymore for fear of getting turned on with it wrapped around his neck.

but your text messages have him perplexed. you never want to talk. you do, but it’s never an intention or goal; it’s an afterthought. words spill out of your mouth when you need a break from kissing.

he spends the rest of his work day wondering what the hell you wanted to talk about, but you barely looked in his direction when he crossed paths with you. you’ve always been good about making sure no one notices what’s going on between you both.

he hasn’t. he’s already let it slip to soonyoung, someone his age in his same department, that he’s, for lack of better wording, fooling around with you.

when he makes his way quietly to the janitor’s closet and you pull him inside, you seem different than usual. you seem deep in thought, like whatever you wanted to talk about was really important to you.

should he be worried?

“hey,” he says, awkward in his lack of social ability, “what did you want to talk about?” you look up, with those pretty eyes and a soft smile that makes his stomach jump.

“can i have my moment before i ask you?” you say with a giggle, and he nods. you touch his face so much more gently this time, caressing his cheek and kissing just the edges of his lips to tease him slightly before you go all in, whispering, “god, missed how you taste,” in between kisses, “i’m gonna steal your chapstick one of these days.”

“that’s okay,” he murmurs, holding your hips so you’re pressed tightly against him, “maybe it’ll make you like me more. you’d never stop thinking about me.” he’s usually not a flirt, but he can’t help himself suddenly. he just gets into moods where the flirting just comes so natural.

he gasps when your hand rests easy against his throat. you don’t do anything, because that’s too fast and intense and wonwoo likes things slow. but you keep it there, using it to keep him where he is until you’re satisfied enough to pull away. he’s just so easy to keep kissing. he lets you bite his lips and he holds your waist tightly and it’s dizzying how good it feels to lose yourself in him.

after you get that energy out, you finally let go, choosing his hair instead to play with. you move a piece of his hair that is standing weirdly back to its place, saying, “we should meet up at either my or your place to discuss the project for next quarter. do you have a preference?”

still dazed from a moment ago, he’s got no idea what you’re talking about because you’re in the same department but have been on different teams for a while now. you have no shared projects. what was this really about?

“uhh, what?” he asks, still holding onto you.

“you know, the project,” you say slowly. you result to pointing to the door of the janitor’s closet when it takes him too long to catch on, “we should meet up sometime to discuss it in further detail than we’ve been able to here.”

only then does he get it, “oh that project,” he murmurs, his low voice telling you he knows what you mean, “whatever you prefer.”

“is that something you’d like? to be able to go into further detail?” you ask, cautiously asking like he hasn’t given you every signal that, yes, he wants to take this further. the answer is a resounding yes, it always has been. he doesn’t know how many more times he can jerk off in the bathroom because you left him half hard and dizzy in your rush to your next meeting. he knows that you don’t really mean to, even if you twist it to seem intentional because you feel bad. he knows you feel bad.

and he can see in your eyes some excitement, some nerves, maybe you feel just like him. maybe when he’s got butterflies in his stomach when you kiss his neck, your heart is also going 1000 beats per minute. god he hopes so. he hopes his crush, for lack of a better term, is reciprocated.

“yes, i’d love that,” he smiles, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, “yours or mine?”

“yours,” you say.

“okay,” he says, “i’ll text you my address. you wanna come now?”

“yeah, haven’t gotten to kiss you in like a week- i’ve been so busy i didn’t even have 10 minutes to steal you away,” you murmur to him, running your fingers through his hair one more time, “what am i gonna do with you?”

he tells you, “you can make it up to me,” with a soft smile. he’s too charming for his own good.

you scoff at his antics and move to walk out, “get your stuff together and head out in like 10 minutes. don’t walk out of the building with me.”

after a second he walks out after you, “hey, uhm, are we just discussing the project? or…” he trails off when you look back at him, maybe 15 feet away now. he supposes he has to finish his question, even if he feels scared to, “or are you going to want to do anything else?”

you make a face like you only half get what he’s implying, but you say, “i’ll order food for when we take a break. is sushi okay?” he makes a face at your words.

you laugh, something so melodic to his ears, saying “i’m kidding, i know you don’t like seafood. i’ll get pizza.”

oh, well. he thinks he could really fall in love with you. he’ll tell soonyoung about it on his way out to his car, hiding his face away in shame when his colleague congratulates him for finally getting laid; not that he couldn’t before. but it wouldn’t have been you.

[i-aint-nothin-but-a-nasty-dog]

It is none of my business if my work has fewer stitches than I started with <3 like yes queen we love all shapes and sizes here

[bonestrouslingbones]

chat what do we think.......................

patch notes + side-by-side with the old version:

fixed proportions to be less fucked up and also give him bigass hands. i honestly didnt even realize the original had fucked up proportions until i put them side by side and had to shrink it or else the head looked Enormous

used a couple values from that one color test i did a bit ago & winged the rest. did all of this with a screen filter on so if it looks like ass it's not my fault

made all of his clothes more obviously baggy, his jacket specifically was inspired by something i saw while looking for more sims mods like a week ago that i guess i imprinted in my brain

made the jeans have a more defined & tapered shape & replaced the rips with patches because that's less stupid

changed the ugly ass boots to doc martins because He Would

untucked his shirt because He Wouldn't (also made the shirt wrinkles look more like it's clinging to his ribs to make him look thinner, no damn clue if it actually worked it is 2am)

fuckin forgot about the spike bracelets which makes sense because they wouldn't work with the baggier jacket at all BUT i am very very sad to see them go to be completely honest

made his gloves lower contrast bc while i love the lil broken heart detail it ain't that important lmao

[murdermeadow]

I feel like Mio had to relearn how to love Noah after her time with N

[cryptvokeeper]

In my time honored tradition of “I like rise Leo but in a slightly to the left way of the general fanon interpretation” I propose: yes, Leo was being a bad leader and not communicating with his team during the movie because he didn’t want the responsibility of being leader HOWEVER he was not purposely self-sabotaging in an effort to get Raph to take leadership back. Instead, he was going solo and not working with anyone in order to avoid leadership altogether and not make calls and decisions that could potentially fail.

[keeps-ache]

ouhhh i'm turning into my grandmother [chewing on wriggley's gum]

[snackugaki]

* smears Naruto and every martial arts drama trope all over Karai *

i LIVE for clan conflict 

snacku tmnt au brainrot: pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4

[alongtidesoflight]

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