#it's lame as hell

[solixfugae]

Espira Espira // Spiralling Spiralling

Me enamoré de una espiral, una que toma mis manos con delicadeza, devora mis palabras, y me acuesta en su pecho. En un instante elctrifica mis brazos, clava de extasis mi cuerpo, explota mi cabeza.

Me enamoré de una espiral, una que cada noche me lleva. Me transforma, me derrite, me enloquece, no puedo soportar su sonrisa transparente, su credula inocencia, me ahoga su presencia

Me enamore de una espiral, un ser inexistente, una patética fantasía que alimenta el deseo, que me emociona en la forma que me aterra.

Sus ojos me condenan, fuertes e insitantes, de rodillas, en su amor insoportable le pido clemencia.

Me enamoré de una espiral, que atraviesa mi cuerpo, que corta mis brazos, que me rasguña y me golpea. Pero necesita ser más fuerte, necesito que el estímulo me quiebre, necesito que me saque de esta tierra.

Me enamoré de una espiral, cada día caigo más en ella. Es algo en su mirada semblante, es algo en su bondad apasiguable, es algo en la forma que es lo único que me queda, lo que causa la obsesión hirviente en mis arterias.

Me enamoré de una espiral, no puedo perderla, el mundo se siente vacío y horrible sin su existencia. Sólo duermo con sus toques de placer, solo me alimento con el calor de sus labios, de él temblor en sus piernas. Aunque mi vida este rota a pedazos, me destroza la imagen de su posible ausencia

Me enamoré de una espiral, una tromba, un torbellino, un hoyo negro que me absorbe y me devora. Que me destruye y me lastima de la manera más perfecta, abre mi corazón hambriento, lo llena de placer, dolor, y miseria. Imita mis manos en mi cuello, Imita el odio en mi mirada, me otorga dulce euforia en su eficiente obediencia.

Me enamoré de una espiral, adoro la forma en que se enrolla alrededor de mi garganta, adoro su áspera textura, adoro su dureza. Y entre las lágrimas y la vergüenza, no quiero safarme de sus cuerdas, porque el control en mi destrucción autoinducida me hace sentir jovial, limpia la suciedad de mi ser, me trae un espejismo de mi antigua pureza.

Me enamoré de una espiral, y aunque sepa que jamás podré tenerla, me alimento de sus remolinos, en sus abrazos fantasmas puedo creer en calor, en sus susurros mentales siento delicadeza. Me tira hacia adentro, me impulsa hacia afuera, la amo en formas de colores y palabras que no existen, su sabor se siente más allá del gusto, sin textura, sin forma de masticar.

Me enamoré de una espiral, interminable en su girar, quedo plasmado entre sus trazos, sus telas me tiñen, me atragantan con líquido negro transmitido en latigazos como besos, cortan marcas rojas en mis labios.

Me enamoré de una espiral.

No puedo evitar reír, no puedo evitar llorar.

La amo

La amo

No la puedo olvidar.

I fell in love with a spiral, one that gently takes my hands, devours my words, and lays me on its chest. In an instant it electrifies my arms, nails my body with ecstasy, explodes my head.

I fell in love with a spiral, one that takes me away every night. It transforms me, it melts me, it drives me crazy, I can't stand its transparent smile, its credulous innocence, its presence drowns me.

I fell in love with a spiral, a non-existent being, a pathetic fantasy that fuels desire, that excites me in the way that terrifies me.

Its eyes condemn me, strong and insistent, on my knees, in its unbearable love I ask for clemency.

I fell in love with a spiral, that pierces through my body, that cuts my arms, that claws and hits me. But it needs to be stronger, I need the stimulus to break me, I need it to take me off this earth.

I fell in love with a spiral, every day I fall further into it. It's something in its sharp gaze, it's something in its gentle kindness, it's something in the form that is the only thing I have left, that causes the boiling obsession in my arteries.

I fell in love with a spiral, I can't lose it, the world feels empty and horrible without its existence. I only sleep with its touches of pleasure, I only feed of the heat of its lips, of the trembling of its legs. Although my life is broken to pieces, the image of its possible absence shatters me.

I fell in love with a spiral, a waterspout, a whirlwind, a black hole that absorbs and devours me. That destroys and hurts me in the most perfect way, opens my hungry heart, fills it with pleasure, pain, and misery. Imitates my hands on my neck, Imitates the hatred in my eyes, grants me sweet euphoria in its efficient obedience.

I fell in love with a spiral, I love the way it coils around my throat, I love its rough texture, I love its hardness. And between tears and shame, I don't want to free myself from its ropes, because the control in my self-induced destruction makes me feel joyful, cleanses the filth from my being, brings me a mirage of my former purity.

I fell in love with a spiral, and although I know that I will never have it, I feed on its swirls, in its phantom hugs I can believe in warmth, in its mental whispers I feel delicacy. It pulls me in, pushes me out, I love it in shapes of colors and words that don't exist, its flavor feels beyond taste, no texture, no way to chew.

I fell in love with a spiral, endless in its rotation, I am captured between its strokes, its fabrics dye me, they choke me with black liquid transmitted in lashes like kisses, they cut red marks on my lips.

I fell in love with a spiral

I can't help but laugh, i can't help but cry

I love them

I love them

I can't forget it

[elegybeatty]

[gund-arminc]

tbh i've always felt like, when it comes to the marginalized and oppressed, if all you have to offer is apologies, don't even bother. like if all you're gonna do is say something for the sake of saying something or because it might make you feel better, don't say anything. that shit is incredibly hollow and does absolutely nothing for anyone. reblog, spread awareness, donate, but trust, nobody cares about ur sorries.

[coatl-cuddles]

I think it would be very cool if Hopeful Steward's cape laid flat like ribbons when calm, but fluttered out and acted like dragon fly wings when flying because they look lame as hell otherwise

[bogdreamz]

korvo lost and farting 0 stars for you my boy

[teal-tealwren]

final day

full image :3

[pollyanna-nana]

My most controversial Dungeon Meshi opinion is that Laios would hate Omegaverse actually. He’d think it’s boring and scientifically inaccurate (the worst things it could be to him).

[visceravalentines]

small town, sunday night

Bo Sinclair x AFAB!Reader

a discarded scene from a longer fic. Bo's pretty sure by now you know who you belong to, but he oughta make sure, just in case. on ao3 here if you wanna.

2.4k words. porn with plot if you squint. extremely dubious consent. Stockholm syndrome. forced exhibitionism, voyeurism, vaginal fingering, emotional manipulation. tried out something new where the narration is written more in Bo's voice and i'm interested to see if that works for you or nah so lmk.

The whole family’s gathered in the den on a Sunday night. It ain’t tradition, not really, it’s just that if everyone’s gonna get together it’s gonna be on Sunday. 

Nobody felt like cookin’ and he don’t trust you ‘round the knives yet, so Les picked up some fried chicken from the Kroger and Bo said grace and you behaved yourself like a nice young lady, and now everybody’s sittin’ in front of the television drinkin’ beer and watchin’ football like some kinda all-American family. 

He’s got you sat on his lap in a sundress that belonged to some other bitch before you. It don’t fit you right, barely covers your ass, but that’s fine by him. His brothers keep eyeing you like you’re the skin mag by the cash register. He'll let ‘em look; in fact, he wants them to look. Plus it freaks you out, makes you press yourself against his chest in search of protection and boy, if that don’t make him wanna laugh out loud. He’s all too happy to oblige, wrappin’ you in his arms and whisperin’ sweet sugary bullshit in your ear. You’re servin’ yourself up to him on a silver platter and you don’t even realize it. 

He snags the six-pack off the side table and hands it to you, watches you wrestle a beer from the plastic ring and pop the tab for him without being asked. 

“Good girl,” he says, and kisses your cheek when he takes the can from you. You're bein’ such an angel today that it’s got him nostalgic for that bitch with the bad attitude. He wonders if she's gone for good or if he could dig around in that pretty head of yours and find her. “You want one?” 

You hesitate. He watches you do the math. You know by now you can’t get somethin’ for nothin’, but apparently you think you got plenty to give because you nod quietly. 

“G’on.”  He dangles the six-pack in front of you and lets you pick one for yourself. He watches the way you set your lips on the rim of the can, watches your throat bob as you swallow. Your gaze shifts uncertainly to him and he winks at you. You almost—almost—give him a shaky little smile. 

You adjust yourself in his lap, tug on your dress, try to get comfortable. He rests his chin on your shoulder and waits for you to settle. He likes the smell of his soap on your skin, even if it makes him miss the animal stench of you from before. Bringin’ you home was a good call. You clean up sweet and so far you’ve been learnin’ your lessons real well. Shit, he’s almost proud of you. 

Once you’ve mellowed out, sippin’ on your beer and pretendin’ this is where you wanna be, he slides his hand up your thigh, fingertips twitching at the hem of your skirt. He watches you frown and glance down at his hand and then back up at the TV like you think you can ignore him. He pushes your skirt up an inch or so and bites back a smirk when you shift and squeeze your knees together, shooting an anxious glance in the direction of his brothers. 

“Somethin’ wrong, baby?” he whispers. You answer with your eyes, give him this pleading look that makes him want to tear that dress off you right here, right now. “You’re alright. Watch the game.” 

Reluctantly, you turn back to the TV with this blank expression on your face that tells him he has your full attention. He moves his hand between your legs and gives your waist a hard squeeze when you stiffen. When you glance at him again he treats you to an ice-cold smile. 

This is a test, girl. Better hope you got a shot at passin'.

You’re bare beneath the dress ‘cause what would you need panties for, and he worms his hand between your thighs until his fingers find that soft, warm center of you. You jerk like a mare tryin’ to shake off a fly, but you don’t make a sound. He probes until his middle finger slips like silk into your slit almost up to the second knuckle and Jesus, girl, you’re so wet it makes his mouth water. This is why he never listens to you, because you don’t even know that you’re lying when you do it. 

He eases his finger out of you and back in deeper, watches your lips part but no sound come out. He does it again and your lashes flutter like a doll’s. You’re sittin’ still as a statue for now but he’s gonna break you. Promise. 

“You been so good, baby girl,” he murmurs into the shell of your ear. His thumb prods at your clit and you strangle the life out of a gasp as it tries to sneak into the room. “Wanna make sure you know how much I appreciate you behavin’ yourself.” He rubs that sweet spot in lazy circles and savors the way your back arches slow, so slow, tryin’ so hard to keep it a secret that he’s finger-fucking you ten feet from his family. 

You think they don’t know, huh?  You think they don’t see you’re nothin’ but a slut?  Maybe you oughta think a little less.

You get that look on your face like you’re determined to take back control of yourself but you belong to him, girl, that body is his. When he pushes another finger into your pussy your toes curl on the arm of the chair and this little moan makes it out alive and both his brothers were raised huntin’ so they know what a creature in distress sounds like and all the sudden, you’re the Sunday evening special. 

“Well looky here,” Les says, and wolf whistles. 

Your eyes go wide and you cover your face with your hands and Bo can’t help it, he breaks into a grin. He thought he’d wrung all the shame right outta you by now, but apparently he thought wrong. 

You peer over your fingers at him with tear-filled eyes and this time, you might just be cryin’ for real. You look so betrayed it makes him sick, makes him wish he could take it back just so he can do it to you again. 

“’S alright, baby, they’re just lookin’,” he coos.

“We are most certainly lookin’,” Les agrees, and ordinarily Bo would smack him, but the way your lip quivers makes his dick twitch. 

“Pretend they ain’t even here,” he says low in your ear. “Unless you like that sorta thing. You like bein’ watched, honey?  You some kinda slut?”

He already knows the answer even if you don’t. He can tell by the way that sweet little cunt keeps spasin’ around his fingers like somethin’ dying. And you don’t deny it, just keep beggin’ him to stop with those big doe eyes. He don't gotta work hard to pull your focus back to that ache between your hips. All it takes is a little spit on his thumb, a little less friction on that poor swollen clit, and you’re melting in his hands. 

“I’m just showin’ ‘em, baby,” he whispers. “Just makin’ sure they know you’re mine.” 

He collects your wrists with his free hand and pulls them down to expose your face. You make a sound, some kinda protest, but you don’t fight him off like you used to. That girl’s been buried six feet deep inside you and you’re all that’s markin’ her grave. 

“Hey Vince. Do me a favor?”  Bo tosses his head towards the camera sitting on the coffee table where he left it, a brand-new roll of film ready and waitin’ inside. His twin snatches it up without question and puts his goddamn gift to good use. 

You’re fightin’ it hard, makin’ him work for it, but he knows your body better than you do by now. When you cum, you try to hide it, bitin’ your lip and screwin’ up your face. But you can’t keep that pussy from grippin’ him tight, throbbin’ like your life depends on it. You squeeze his hand. A whine sneaks out of your throat and he catches it in his mouth, swallows it whole, savors it to the last.

You slump against his chest, let your head roll into the hollow of his shoulder because it's got nowhere else to go. You're soakin’ his shirt, soakin’ his hand. You're made of water, girl. Maybe that's why you make him so goddamn thirsty. 

“Well she’s a delight,” Les says, slaps his thighs, stands up. “I'm gonna head home ‘n jerk off unless you gents need anything.”

He has the gall to reach for one of the Polaroids Vince is layin’ out on the coffee table like playing cards and Bo hisses through his teeth. 

“Leave it. I ain't handin’ out souvenirs.”

Les rolls his eyes and slinks off like a stray mutt. Vincent looks for a second like he might make a case for himself, but thinks better of it and rightly so. He hands Bo the stack of photos and creeps back downstairs where he belongs and now it's just you and him and the TV static. 

You're stiff as a board in his arms but you're clingin’ to his shirt with all you got so which is it, woman? He kisses your temple and starts shufflin’ through the pictures. Mama's favorite son ain't immune to the charms of the pornographic and most of them center on the view up your skirt, the curve of your ass, your juice shinin’ on his knuckles. 

But there's one, just one, of your face lookin’ up at him. With these big, round eyes fixed on him and your hands cupped together in front of your chest. You look like you're prayin’, girl. Like you're worshiping him. 

He licks his lips, looks down at you. You’re starin’ straight ahead into space, head on his chest, tits swellin’ against the bodice of that dress as you breathe deep in and out. He can tell you're searchin’ for the way back to that place you used to go, safe and warm without him. 

You can't find it. It ain't there anymore. All you got is what you got.

“Can we go to bed?” 

He’s surprised you’re speakin’ to him. Your voice is low and rough from the tears. You don't look at him until he tucks his finger beneath your chin and tilts your face up. There's somethin’ bright and broken in your eyes like glass. 

“Please.”

He hates givin’ you what you want, doesn't want you gettin’ the wrong idea about who's in control here. He can't be spoilin’ you any more than he already has. But he prizes that look of relief and gratitude you give him when he's generous. That little furrow between your brows that melts away when he's good to you. 

“Sure, baby.”

There it is. You slump against him beneath the force of your relief and fuck you for the way his hands move to hold you without him thinkin’ about it. 

He don't carry you to bed. You're not a goddamn princess no matter what you might think of yourself. But you drop that dress that ain't yours to the floor and crawl naked into his sheets and when he climbs into bed beside you, you inch your way over ‘til you're pressed up against his ribs. 

He can barely hear you breathin’. You're hardly even there. The old you would be rippin’ into his stomach, thrashin’ fit to snap your own spine. This new bitch, though, she’s manageable. Sweet, even. 

Probably you don't mean for him to hear it but something like a sob sneaks out of you and it gives him butterflies. He rolls onto his side and slings his arm around you. 

“Don't cry, now. You're alright.”

You shrink into him, make yourself small and bite-sized. You need him so bad and he knows it, figures you’re startin’ to figure it out too. What would you do without me, huh?

“Was I too mean, baby?” You choke on those tears and he bites his lip. “I'm sorry…you forgive me?”

You whimper, can't commit. It ain't your fault you're stuck tryin’ to make sense of it all, ‘specially with him feelin’ you up like he is. He can't keep a straight face, grinnin’ into the back of your neck. “I just got carried away, showin’ off my girl.” He pushes his hips against your ass. “You are my girl, right?”

A breath shudders through your body. You arch your back, don't even know you're doin’ it. He wraps his hand around your throat like a collar, nice and snug, squeezes just a little to get you back on course. “I asked you a question. You got an answer for me?”

“Yes,” you whisper. 

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I'm your girl.”

Your voice breaks and whew, he's got blood rushin’ every which way. “Tell me you forgive me.”  

You don’t respond. He tightens his grip just beneath your jaw, brings his lips to your ear. 

“Fuckin’ answer me, huh?  You forgive me?  I gotta hear it, baby doll, or I’ll be up all night.”  

His fingers dig into your flesh. He can feel you shaking like a leaf in the wind with fear or fury or something else he can put to use. He’s grindin’ against that ass, just about ready to flip you facedown and fuck the sense back into you, when you finally give him what he wants. 

He always gets what he wants, baby. Haven’t you figured that out by now?  

“I forgive you,” you rasp, and he loosens his grip and feels your tits press against his arm as you suck in air. 

“Ain’t you sweet,” he says, and he presses a kiss to the side of your head, and when he rolls back an inch or two you scoot right along with him until your back is flush to his chest again, and that’s fuckin’ hilarious, huh?  Just can’t get enough. 

He lays in the dark and feels your breath on his knuckles, feels it hitch, feels it slow, feels it mellow out and go feather-soft, and before he knows it, he’s out like a light. 

You wear him the fuck out, girl. 

[kiddokori]

they gave link a fuckjng hoverboard

[kyoukorpse]

was talking with @tingrasta about Jakub interacting with their lamb Ortega and that possibility essentially winding up with Ortega wanting to try his flesh lmao

of course he'd oblige.

[animeomegas]

I'm hot shit and so is my alpha: Bakugou, Todoroki, Monoma, Mic

My alpha is so much cooler than me, wow: Midoriya, Kirishima, Denki

I am so much cooler than my alpha, how did I end up with this nerd (affectionate): Shinsou, Dabi

We're both lame as hell, and that's the way I like it: Aizawa

Please assume both my alpha and I are decent and normal, thank you: Sero, Iida, Toshinori

I don't deserve my alpha, but now I have them, you can pry them out of my cold dead hands: Hawks

All of the above in a continuous cycle, bar the normal part: Shiggy

[annamaryllis]

it's amazing how everything is simultaneously overexplained and underexplained. like why didn't they describe the underworld afterlife system? they just namedrop "asphodel" with some vague explanation (and why are they bald trees I'm sorry I could not take that seriously). no jury deciding where you go when you die...they don't introduce the fields of punishment...elysium...isles of the blest...THE RIVER OF STYX...yknow things that are referenced constantly throughout the series. and a fun aspect of the books is the way these elements of greek mythology are written into the modern world/using modern systems (like souls waiting in an EZ line). I always thought the merging of real world/mythological elements was pretty clever in pjo. like where's the fun where's the whimsy

[conceptofjoy]

also may or may not be still thinking about stridersprite. they calmed down after a sprite-splosion scare but did the next best thing and split internally. for various reasons that neither of them quite understand, bro is dave's age semi permanently

[morganbritton132]

Eddie posts a Tiktok of himself. He tilts the camera over just a bit so you can see that Dustin is staring at him expectantly, and then a little more so you can see Mike doing the same thing.

It’s completely silent until Dustin explodes, “What job did you get?”

Mike: Did you apply for a real job? Do you even know how to do that? Are you going to be a judge on X-Factor?

Dustin: Steve said you got a job.

Eddie: Oh, you know Steve. He says crazy things all the time.

Mike: No, he doesn’t. Steve is the straight man to your crazy

Eddie: He certainly wasn’t a straight man last night

Mike:

Dustin:

Eddie: If Steve knows so much, why don’t you ask him? ‘Cause I got nothing to say.

Mike: We did ask

Dustin: He said he doesn’t remember.

[crabhousecrafting]

i love it when artists draw etho so cunty because you KNOW that man dresses like a loser. yassify that canadian NOW

[spongebob-connoisseur]

This is the funniest possible way to cameo a character who's been missing for 14 years