#heating chambers

[smashthegiantkiller]

In case y’all were wondering why the screen blacked out for about a minute during the tag match.

[witchofthesouls]

I need to be weird again, so-

What if in a Harry Potter x Transformers crossover, the main magical educational institutions give off energy readings to be recognized as a Titan?

Heat/Rut fic between Metroplex and Hogwarts, anyone?

(Not Ilvermorny. It's a baby still and sends a lot of messages to Momma Hogwarts.)

[cephalopodsquad]

DOMINK'S A WANKER CHANT 💀💀

[spotsupstuff]

I would like to offer Boreas an icepack for his back, as someone with arthritis in their lower back, I find this helps on days where the pain is worse!

kinda doubt that would help any because he doesn't have an arthritis in there (which as i am told by some sources can be inflammation or swelling of joints). his main issue is numbness of the soft tissues in there because of the paralyzation. i can't imagine icepack doing much with that, but ah well, it's the thought that counts

[deathshadowed]

slaying dudes before sending nudes.

[iheartginachamber]

#UUWEEK2024

DAY 4: (LEAST) FAVORITE UMA

UMA HEAT

THE 1 WHO CAUSED GINA'S TRAGEDY 😢

COLORED BY @freddyjoneztv

[sw5w]

Queen Amidala Outside the Window

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:55:13

[891movies]

462 to go

Louisiana Story (1948, dir. Robert Flaherty): The setting is lovely and beautifully shot but man did this one bore me.

The Man Who Had His Hair Cut Short (1966, dir. André Delvaux): The protagonist is such a wet tissue of a human being but that just makes this story of devastating, all-encompassing obsession work all the better.

Pierrot le Fou (1965, dir. Jean-Luc Godard): This project has fully Stockholm Syndromed me into enjoying Godard.

The 36th Chamber of Shaolin (1978, dir. Lau Kar-leung): Not really my cup of tea but it's very well made and surprisingly funny.

Shoot the Piano Player (1960, dir. François Truffaut): Truffaut has always been a bit too esoteric for me but that wasn't the case here - I actually loved this movie! What can I say, I can't resist a pathetic male lead or witty, foul-mouthed waitresses, not to mention how beautiful the film looks - Paris in the 1960s is ever charming.

Bigger Than Life (1956, dir. Nicholas Ray): A beautifully crafted, nightmarish melodrama. Obviously the science is 100% bullshit but the anxiety and fear are very real. It also kind of shocked me how openly critical it is of at those at the time sacred concepts of the American Dream, the noble patriarch and the nuclear family.

Body Heat (1981, dir. Lawrence Kasdan): A very fun little piece of 80s sleaze. Kathleen Turner is mesmerizing, a modern day (at the time) Lauren Bacall. And people really aren't sweaty enough in modern day cinema.

The Five Venoms (1978, dir. Chang Cheh): Actually, I think I'm starting to get this genre. The structure felt strange to me but the plot was gripping and the characters fun, if not particularly complex (Toad was my favorite). The amount of awful wigs - and fake beards! - delighted me to no end.

[cantankerouscatfish]

whuh I start the first veggie seeds next week. this sneaks up on me every year.

[artcalledtattoo]

Look up towards sky

New Jersey State

The balloons during summer didn’t gather enough

In your sector!

Ha ha haaw!

In thee air in lights

[funnybunny43]

Why haven't I heard about cube pillows before? One night of sleeping on it and my neck already feels so much better

[salsakiyoomi]

“you tempt me.”

sukuna says as you walk into the chamber, in nothing but a thin nightgown that clings to all the right places and leaves little to the imagination.

“...i didn't do anything?” you say, confused as you dry your hair with a towel and make your way over to the mattress where he is laying on his side of the bed.

“everything you do is tempting.” he says pointedly.

“i'm not sure whether this is an insult or a compliment.” you respond, smiling at him.

he stares at you for a few moments, and although he would never admit it — he admires the way you look, the curve of your lips, your flushed cheeks, your eyes and the way they sparkle, the way your damp hair frames your face — everything about you was just so tempting. that's the only way he could describe it.

and god, not to mention your body — your curves and contours and the thin nightgowns you usually wear that highlight your body so irresistibly.

“ryo,” you coo softly as you notice his lingering gaze, “what’s on your mind?”

“why must you infuriate me?” he asks, and you quirk an eyebrow, letting out a surprised laugh, “i literally didn't do anything.”

he scoffs — even the way you laugh was tempting him, and it wasn't in a bad way.

maybe that's what infuriates him.

it's sickening, the hold you have on him.

“ryo,” you coo again, and he scoffs again, “call me that one more time.” he warns and you laugh once more.

“c'mere.” you hum, climbing on his lap and instinctively his hands come at your hips, gripping and kneading the soft flesh gently.

your fingers tangle in his hair and you pull him closer, pecking his lips for a moment and sukuna tries to convince himself that there is no growing heat on his face.

you pull away after a moment, resting your forehead against his as his gaze bores into you and he ignores the increasing speed of his heart.

he scoffs, “temptation.”

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[aria0fgold]

Went to play Hades as if my hands weren't already subjected to pain by a different fighting game and man... Somehow felt like a workout when I'm just sitting here pressing buttons on my keyboard...

[of-another-broken-heart]

Had a real Stupid Idiot moment earlier.

Saw a shirt design that I fantasized about owning and wearing.

It had a size chart.

I took out my measuring tape.

My ribs are 4-5" more than they used to be, thanks to my body's obsession with expansion (JUST AROUND MY RIBS AND HIPS THOUGH! NOWHERE ELSE DON'T WORRY!!) despite the eternal poverty hunger and fatigue.

Every day my desire grows, to be able to scrape some of this excess, obstructive flesh off my fucking body.

But no, I have to be locked in poverty, and my metabolism has to be broken forever, and I get to lose more and more of what little remains of my physical abilities, AND I get to lose access to basic fucking clothing too.

Me ever owning a bra that is my size and fits? LITERALLY NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN.

Me ever owning anything, even a single piece of clothing, that suits some kind of AESTHETIC or FASHION choice of mine? HA! HAHAHAHA! I'll be lucky to fit in trash bags soon.

[brutermonger]

🔥😊🔥

Story of my life.