#mmmmmm yeah

[calamitoustide]

hmm jegulus raising mtf harry alright goodnight

[lunian]

...wait

what a man he is, this Gale Dekarios

[forlorn-crows]

hhnngnhhg

i cant deny i love the juxtaposition of mountain hating shoes on himself but loving being stepped on. the humiliation, the degradation, the feeling of literally being beneath someone, esp when its so rare with his stature.

and of course, no one gets him off like zephyr does. they just tsk and coo at how hard he is over it---what a dumb, silly pet he is. maybe they tease him with the tip of their tail, tickling under his chin, making him look up at them as he humps almost involuntarily. so uncoordinated. straight need.

come on, darling, you can beg for it. you want it so badly, don't you?

and mountain's stammering, p-please, more. more.

hm? more what?

more . . . h-harder. there's tears at the corner of his eyes. step on it harder.

ummm i think zephyr should uhhhhh step on someone . . . maybe . . . and it should be mountain

In their old uniform, spats on shiny leather, the toe of their shoe pressed perfectly on to the hard hot bulge of a whimpering mountain’s cock. They’re leaning on their cane, but the smirk is undeniable as Mountain yells at the pressure, rocks his hips back and forth into the black and white shoe. Zephyr is cooing humiliating words that only spurs Mounty on, big arms wrapping desperately around a thin leg as the rut and rock like a teenager. He’s embarrassed, ashamed even, but he can’t deny the friction Zephyr’s sleek foot provides. In fact, he begs for it the next day, and the day after.

Im drunk and my ask box is open

[saltpepperbeard]

no but the way stede first appeared to ed as a beacon of light.

his sun, his star, his lighthouse, guiding him back home.

[storge]

The Double (2024)

[yumchillidogz]

Sonic and nature. Im projecting

[westmeath]

Excerpt on Midnight Cowboy from an interview with John Schlesinger in Literature/Film Quarterly, 1978:

Riley: When I've shown the film to students, they have very mixed feelings about the ending. How do you see that? What is that moment to Joe? Is it affirmative, or is it despairing?

Schlesinger: I don't see it as a despairing ending. I feel that it's a catharsis to the whole film. It's a catharsis of a boy who has been lost and who has these strange memories of being picked out for sexual prowess and how important that seemed to him. He has this whole experience of going to New York and finding that the fantasy is total bullshit and that the reality of life there is one of eking out some kind of existence, and then he finds the relationship that he strikes up with Ratso. Some people have said it's a homosexual relationship, but it really isn't per se. It's about the need of one human being for another. I daresay that Ratso- if anybody had found him attractive, man, woman, or dog- would have been anxious to express it physically perhaps. That's why he was so hostile towards it all. But I think that having made a commitment to Ratso, Joe realized the whole ludicrousness of the situation. On the bus he ruminates about the possibilities of what he's going to do, and I think in the back of his mind his taking Ratso to Miami is a kind of gesture. I think he knows it's hopeless. That's what I remember discussing with Jon Voight, that Joe knows they aren't going there for a life together in the future. He knows that Ratso's probably not going to survive the journey. At the end when he sits there with Ratso, I don't think Joe's saying, "Now what am I going to do? I'm lost." I think he's already released himself from the fantasy, he already knows that he's going to be okay.

It certainly never struck me as we were doing it that we were making something that was meant to send the audience out in deep depression feeling that Joe Buck is totally lost, because I don't think he is.

Riley: As a matter of fact, he's saved.

Schlesinger: Yes, and I think he's saved by that relationship, by discovering something about the possibilities of a human relationship in the midst of this very unlikely one. That's exactly what attracted me to the material.

[quins-makeshift-menagerie]

I know there’s a lot of hate for MLP G5’s art style going around and I just wanna say I’m not here to diss on the art style BUT WHAT I WILL DISS ON IS THE PINK IN MISTY’S COAT GET THAT SHIT OUTTA THERE

[alexluvsskittlez]

she hesitant alien on my two faced till I Paramore this is why tour Auckland New Zeland 2023

the rendering is lowkey pmo me off 🥀🥀🥀🥀💔💔🥀💔💔💔🥀🥀🥀🥀

[waytootiredforthistoo]

Guess who's down to 10 fics left! (in day two's drop) ((shhhhhh)) it's fine,, my 7:30 was cancelled tomorrow, so I can just stay up all night reading. mhm mhm

[devil-in-hiding]

virgin camboy Simon moving into his cozy new apartment next door to retired porn stars NikPrice

[lacrimasaintegabriel]

After certain unfortunate events that happened, I eventually found a new pookie and now I turned him into a Sprinkle shaker-

[tequiilasunriise]

Okay but the emphasis on Ada being axed in the abdomen specifically?

My current headcanon fer her death is that Ada was a maid who had an affair with a rich man she worked fer and fell horrendously in love with this man who likely just saw her as a pretty toy to enjoy on the side. At one point, Richboy tries to break if off with her, and Ada persists because she so wholly believes what they have is real and special meanwhile Richboy is just tryna get rid of her before this scandal gets out to the public.

tw: woah this angst got a little dark and lowkey spiraled into a minific

Ada follows her ‘lover’ into the woods where he she knows he likes to chop wood to destress, and when she finds him she starts begging him to take her back because they’re oh so in love you can’t you see? He tries to push her away, but Ada screams out, “You, you can’t leave me!”

“Ada, for the last time, leave me alone-“

“I’M WITH CHILD! IT’S YOURS!”

A stray wind rustles fallen foliage in the distance, the silence that has befallen the pair so heavy that the man could faintly count each individual leaf. Even as he stands stunned and speechless outwardly, from within a thunderous hammering of his heart begins to stir.

“… what?”

“I am going to bear your child! Please, can’t you see? You can’t leave me now!”

Shaking his head, the drumbeat man’s heart continues to bang against his eardrums louder and louder. It’s as if the bloodied thing was trying to break out of his ribcage and run away shrieking.

“No, n-no it can not be.”

“It can, it can,” wide green eyes stare up at him with a frenzied gleam, the maid’s broad smile stretching across her features like a slash, “It’s yours, you know I would never touch another.”

Ada steps forward, clinging onto the arm of her one and only. The man tries to take a step back and dodge her hands, but it’s already too late, the maid’s fingers frantically dig deep into the flesh of his arm and pull him close.

“Ada- Ada st-stop, stop touching me-“

“This is fate!” She crows desperately, completely ignoring his plea, her grip tightening on the man who gave her light.

“A-Ada! Let go!”

“No, I can’t! This child is a sign of our lov- AAAARRGHHHHH!”

Her backside slams onto the forest floor beneath her, but the bruises that shall surely form on her back holds not even a candlelight to the wretched, searing pain races from her stomach. Ada’s shaky hands reach up and-

Oh.

Oh, she’s bleeding.

Above her, the love of her life breathes unevenly, the axe clutched in his fist stained with a cruel, cruel crimson.

The immense pain rushing from her stomach is nearly enough to rob her of words completely, yet even this physical anguish can not hold back the aching in her betrayed soul.

“B-but,” she barely chokes out, hot tears streaming from her eyes, “But why?”

“Because you gave me no choice.”

Pov Ada is crumpled on the forest floor bleeding out and STILL girly doesn’t even try to get up and call for help.

The man above her runs his free hand through his hair, disbelief and desperation laced in his every movement. His voice, once so strong and sure, now tremors as the realization of what he has done settles deep into the marrow of his bones.

“Do you understand now, you worthless fool? Do you understand?”

Ada can only shake her head. Even now, even here where she is very nearly nothing but a corpse to feed the maggots that reside in the dirt beneath her, Ada refuses to believe that this man she has devoted her whole being truly doesn’t feel the same.

“You, you didn’t mean to,” the man bellows in frustration, but Ada continues to push on with a watery smile, “It was just a mistake, I-I made you mad, and you acted out. It’s- it’s alright, I forgive you. I, I still love y-“

“NO!”

Pov when Richboy realizes that nothing he’ll do or say can make Ada stay away from him he ends up chopping her to pieces and hiding her body in the swamp where other animals have long since become carcasses, her shrieks of agony a quick yet haunting melody that echoes against the silent trees forced to witness such a brutal end to life.

Andddd THAT’S how I headcanon why Ada’s spectre form is a screaming banshee with cut up limbs stained in dirt and decorated in forest animal skeletons :DD

[purplepeptobismol]

Espero que mi querida Selena Quintanilla sepa desde el cielito el amor que nosotros fans de BUNNY tenemos pa ella 🫶💕

[southernbelllle]

i have freewill so ill put on a bathing suit and red lipstick while i listen to LDR and think about O'Neil and Barnes

[papay0]

Thinking about danganronpa hunger games au (bc I’ve spend the last 2 hours or so simulating different games)

Rambling in the tags ↓