#no my fucking neck

[tiredflowercrown]

I hate it when standing hurts

[nebulousfishgills]

Listen, Otto realizing that he helped put a moron on the Iron Throne and then going through the five stages of grief before dipping is peak comedy, bro really fucked around and then found out.

[blanc-ci]

Part 1/?

Spock has known no peace since his captain decided to get some fangs of his own

mutual (eventually) biting prompt courtesy of @threefandomsinatrenchcoat

I’m struggling through the next part so I figured I’d post what I have so it doesn’t just sit in my drafts forever and ever, but I promise it WILL be mutual

Spock definitely uses his fangs against Jim quite liberally, which led to the captain getting his own gold capped fangs and immediately going on a quest for revenge.

They’re insatiable now, so much goddamn biting. Like two cats (or dogs?) constantly fighting and biting each other’s scruff to prove how they’re the dominant one in the dynamic.

I don’t think Spock used them on Jim during a spar UNTIL the captain got his own and proved (very readily) that he was not afraid to play dirty and tear right into Spock’s flesh. The following visit to medbay had Bones going between yelling “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING” and equally “I DONT WANNA KNOW”. He doesn’t give them any pain killers or numbing agents as he heals them up.

Jim is not afraid to be public about it (why would he be? Hello? He’s the Captain, he’ll damn well bite the XO whenever he wants to) but Spock keeps his biting relatively private- and I feel that’s his possessiveness shining through, in a way. Keeping the marking/claiming just between Jim and himself, like those moments belong solely to him, only for his eyes.🙂‍↕️

[systelon]

「 YOU'VE SLEPT ENOUGH. 」

[srapsodia]

Maaaaan, that was close...

[ramblingguy54]

If there was any moment that made me cry most, it would be this one.

[cicada-crt]

I want to use a transfem sub with another trans guy dom so bad its unreal... we could tie her up and take turns facefucking her with our tdicks and breeding her with our straps, groping her tits and leaving bitemarks and dark bruises wherever we can. It would sooo nice hearing her whine as we talk about how good she feels and how pretty she is right in front of her. We'd constantly praise her but only to each other as if she's just an adorable fucktoy for us to use (because she is!!)

Maybe if we're feeling really mean we could just make out and frot our dicks together in front of her until the poor girl is whining an begging for our touch, barely able to stop herself from grinding her hips back and forth from how desperate she is. Or maybe we'd get competitive and try to see which of us can make her cum the most, writing or carving little tally marks on her thighs to keep score until her mind is completely empty and she's reached the limit of what she can take

[uhrimau]

c l a u n e c k

[dumplingsjinson]

It starts with Character B kissing their cheek, the corner of their mouth, their jaw, down to their neck. Soft, soft pecks, all innocent; light touches of their lips to Character A's skin.

And then—

"I like it when you kiss my neck," Character A admits when Character B pulls away to look at them. Character B lets the confession linger in the air for no longer than a second before they take that as a sign to trail even more kisses down their neck, lips attaching to their neck in almost an instant.

Character A tilts their head back for easier access, letting out hushed sighs and soft moans and gasps as Character B trails open-mouthed kisses down their neck, hand on the nape of their neck to pull Character B impossibly closer; unable to get enough of them no matter what.

This spurs Character B on even more — excites them, even — as they pull the collar of their shirt down to trail more open-mouth kisses on their exposed skin; resists the temptation to leave marks on an empty canvas; presses themselves flush against Character A, leaving no space between them untouched.

Their legs are tangled together, Character A's fingers are in Character B's hair, Character B has Character A pressed against the bed, body against body.

And it's addicting, in very different ways for the both of them (but also to an extent, in the same ways).

"Fuck," Character A lets out in a rushed breath when Character B pulls away to look at them and Character B grins, leaning down to leave a soft, lingering kiss on their lips.

[simonsezsewart]

My last two brain cells <3

(Timelapse + alt versions below)

Song: Long Long Long Journey - Bill Wurtz

Bruh I struggled for over two hours on WW’s sketch, meanwhile the entire Vash drawing took two hours total… whoops 💀

But hey! Look at all the colors in their hair! It’s like little rainbows… ;w;

(Sketches so yall can see what I’m talking about in the tags 💀)

[blindmagdalena]

the longer i spend away from it the worse s4 gets in hindsight. but mostly i'm just always incredibly irritated by how homelander's powers keep taking massive nerfs because the writers just. stopped bothering trying to write around them.

now the boys can just have full on scooby-doo hijinks and shoot members of the seven in the head literally a floor above homelander without being noticed

remember how GOOD the tension in s1 was when they could see homelander looking for translucent (still terrifying to see him zipping around staring through buildings like that) and they couldn't blow him up without homelander hearing it bc he has fucking super hearing? yeah. bring that back.

[thebrainrotsreal]

EVIL MARK, EVIL MARK, EVIL MARK!!! I want to be coherent about this season but please picture me foaming at the mouth and running on the walls. S2 being what if Mark's just like his Dad? Insanity. I love this show. Anyways, AU where an Evil!Mark tries to make Our!Mark worse, and Our!Mark tries to make the other better. Something something confronting your idea of the worst version of oneself. Plus, tweaked black and yellow costume because I saw it and immediately went murder hornet lookin' ass and knew I had to draw it. Evil ass Mark. Horrible. I think he should be dragged kicking and screaming into redemption.

[vaguely-concerned]

on the one hand I think inner demons could stand to have a bit more romanced rook specific content, but on the other hand the underlying in-built implication that 'yours is the one true voice of comfort and safety in my inner world' is a sentiment and intimacy so way beyond the romantic or the platonic or any secret third thing you could care to name that it makes me lose my entire poor little mind a bit. it's so big and fundamental — near-existential — that in that exact moment at least the distinctions kind of seem irrelevant.

all the people lucanis' mind conjures up along the way are relationships he has that are unavoidably mixed and fraught in some ways even when they're also full of love (they are fraught BECAUSE they're full of love) — the good in them inseparable from things that hurt him at the same time. (it's about: the basic disorganized attachment patterns this poor guy is dragging around with him. careful with those, they're dellamorte heirlooms. what you love also inevitably hurts you and you won't be allowed to have one without the other, you have to surrender parts of your soul to hold on to what little you have left: this is the story up until now.) and the idea that rook isn't that to him — that beneath the fear of wanting them when romanced (which is more its own separate thing because within this psychology, actively wanting something and not just clinging on for dear life to even a meager status quo lest you lose it is in itself dangerous bordering on catastrophic), this is a relationship where there isn't resentment, or guilt, or shame, or dread, or rage, or self-hate, or any of the other emotions that keep him paralyzed, unable to move this way or that. no debts, nothing owed of yourself and your soul's substance except what you can freely and safely and happily give. love and freedom don't coexist — but, I mean, you're almost starting to make me think........... unless...👀👀👀. the unconditional and undramatic 'you are here and I am here with you, you can be exactly how you are right now with me and it's safe for us both even though you're afraid it won't be, I'm not going anywhere' acceptance rook shows him here that he returns to them in the big romance scene, when it's rook who needs it. the way he's just. standing there in the center of it all, like a child desperately helplessly waiting to be found, hiding in the place he hopes you'll know to look first. (rook does know. it's one of the first things they say in there.)

in short the most important room in his little mind palace for the romance is the very first room — the one where rook isn't. where, in fact, rook cannot be, because they disprove the entire structure of the place with their existence and presence in his life. with everyone else he's putting words in their mouths about what they think of him, and rook is the one who actually gets to come in to speak their own words to him — and have him listen. ('he'll listen to you, he always listens to you', 'your voice is a comfort'.) of course rook isn't present anywhere else in there — at the risk of stating the obvious to a tedious degree, they aren't one of the locks, they're bringing the key. in the very finest 'the messenger and the message' sort of way.

[thebibliosphere]

I think the most annoying thing about when my neck injury from the chiropractor flares up, is that it feels like cracking my neck will fix it.

It feels like if I just move right or stretch it far enough the permanent tension at the base of my skull will ease and my head will stop feeling like it’s a half inch too high on one side. (The misalignment is mere millimeters but it feels like a lot more. Feels like someone’s driven a shim between my skull and the atlas at the top of my spine.)

It won’t, of course. Because it’s not a too tight muscle making my head sit wonky. It’s protective scar tissue. Scar tissue that helps splint the area and keeps my skull from cronching my cervical vertebrae like an anvil punching through polystyrene ceiling tiles.

(It’s amazing how heavy your head feels when the muscles in your neck don’t work right.)

And even though I’m aware of this. Even though I’ve worked hard for several years in physical rehab to strengthen the area and relieve what pain I can, it just feels like popping my neck would fix it and it’s taking everything in me not to because that’s the devil talking.

I should probably find my brace, though. Maybe that’ll help.

[lululeighsworld]

it was literally their moment and they just let us watch

(if you need me i'll be marinating in this for the foreseeable future)

[marlenacantswim]

girl has got that harry du bois swag, complete with incongruous hat