#only ​three judges

[laurapetrie]

My heart is a locket and your face is in it.

Edna St. Vincent Millay, July 1911

[corrodedcoughin]

pretend with me for a second that the song ‘when I think about you I touch myself’ came out just after the defeat of Vecna. Steves car is in the shop and Eddie’s van is still detained as evidence (even though he was cleared months ago)

So they are without a car and in need of a ride. Which is how they find themselves being driven to hellfire (honorary member Steve is attending so he can stare at Eddie under the guise of babysitting and Eddie? Eddie would do anything to have him there because, no, they still aren’t together yet. Both of them convinced the other just wants a ‘friend’)

And who is driving them? Claudia Henderson. She actually insisted when she found out neither of them had a car, wanting to try and pay them back for everything they’ve done for Dustin. Of course said boy is sitting between the other two in the back of Claudia’s car. She also insisted that they all sit in the back ‘let me be your chauffeur for the night!’ And none of them were going to deny her, they’ve seen her wrath before.

Claudia’s got the radio as close to blasting as she’ll allow, Dustin is squeezed between two of his favourite people and Steve and Eddie? They are doing their usual game of cat and mouse, sneaking glances and hoping the other boy doesn’t see.

Which is when the fateful song comes on. Newly released. None of them aware of the lyrics. So as the singer croons

‘I don’t want anybody else

When I think about you I touch myself’

The car goes dead silent. I’m truth dustin and Claudia aren’t really paying attention, in a world if their own. But Eddie? Steve? It’s like a bucket of cold water has been poured over their heads. Eyes trained to anywhere but each other. Steve has a thousand yard stare directly out the window and Eddie is fumbling with his rings as he takes them on and off, dropping the majority of them when the chorus comes round again.

It’s a very long car ride.

[oceanwithouthermoon]

i just did this for fun cuz i was sooo fucking bored

im not sure if this was the best template for them but i couldnt find one that fit what i was trying to express about them.. also i dont know what tropes fit them at all, so please tell me if u have suggestions lol ?

[hotpoopymilk]

the way he only has eyes for penelope i'm SICK

[lienwyn]

Ga On took a deep breath, knowing he had to apologize for how poorly he had handled the situation.

"I'm sor—"

That was as far as Ga On got before he felt a sudden but fleeting sting of pain against his forehead. He flinched and looked up at Yo Han, driven by equal parts surprise and disbelief. One of his hands rose toward the spot Yo Han had, apparently, just given a flick with his fingers.

"Did you just—"

Yo Han gently batted Ga On's hand away before brushing the backs of his fingers against Ga On's forehead, as if to soothe away the pain he had just caused. Ga On's stomach flipped as he stared up at Yo Han, eyes wide, having absolutely no idea how to react.

"Stop apologizing," Yo Han reprimanded. His hand lingered, the touch light — soft like a whisper — and yet intense enough to send a shiver down Ga On's spine.

For a confusing, breathless moment, Ga On just sat there, too stunned to move.

From Chapter 11 of Who Holds the Devil

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I guess I’ve taken it upon myself to provide everyone with a second season of The Devil Judge even if I have to write it and draw the fake screenshots myself. Because, as per usual, I’m incapable of doing things by halves, both when it comes to my writing AND my art. If you want something done, do it yourself?

I hope you’ll like it! :D

[thebiscuitbread]

my friend and i made a tier list of all of alice oseman's book covers (excluding heartstopper)!! all the newer covers ones are soo pretty i wish i could eat alice oseman's art fr

[giantkillerjack]

Uh-oh! You are like, SOOO awkward!!

You're so awkward that it is occasionally mildly uncomfortable for people!

You're so awkward that sometimes people are confused by you and then there are awkward silences!

You're so awkward ...... that ultimately no one is harmed!!

Oh damn!!! What a vile crime you have committed! What an unforgivable thing it is to make a fellow human briefly confused!

Why, if *I* were ever briefly confused and kind of uncomfortable as a result, I'd be devastated.... by the absolute net zero change in my happiness and health! - From which I might never recover!! Yes indeed! No punishment can ever be enough for you!!

So you better absolutely hate yourself for it.

Better be SO MEAN to yourself about every single missed social cue so you don't forget your horrible crime! Meaner than you'd ever dream of being to someone else for the same thing! This is YOUR responsibility!

You need to show the world that you KNOW you are bad by punishing yourself constantly! After all, think of all the people who BENEFIT from you punishing yourself! - No, really! Think about it! Think about who benefits from your pain.

Think of alllllll the definitely-good people that your definitely-necessary self-torment definitely helps! I mean, you can't just cut off their definitely-life-sustaining supply of your suffering, right?? Sure, everyone else has a breaking point, but you're probably the only person in human history who doesn't, right? Best not to question it probably. Sure, it's a symptom that billions of people with trauma have had, but who knows? You could be a one-in-seven-billion exception. Anything's possible!

Instead, better just accept that idea that bullies carry like guns in holsters - the idea that people who have trouble with social cues deserve to suffer. Better carry on the burden they placed on you until you drop. Aid the cause of the callous by enforcing shame and suffering upon yourself extra hard; try your best to do their work for them. They're very busy.

Better not recognize that you need patience and kindness to heal from your trauma. Better not find out that it was trauma rather than personal weakness filling your head with self-hating thoughts. Better not find out it wasn't your fault.

Better not find out that awkwardness is not inherently harmful or unkind, and, in fact, the people who act like it is *are the ones enacting harm and being cruel.*

Better not get righteously angry when you realize just how much unnecessary damage this has done to you. After all, if you get mad, you might realize you deserve better. You might even feel brave enough to DEMAND better! You might build boundaries that keep you safe! You might make other people think they deserve to feel safe too! And we obviously can't be having that, so...

Better not show yourself even a little kindness a little bit at a time.

Better not make a habit out of it after all that practice.

Better not get confident.

Especially if you can't first wipe out every trace of awkward. (And you probably never will. Because people who experience absolute social certainty at all times tend to be insufferable assholes that enforce the status quo. And you just don't have the stock portfolio for that.)

Better not be confident and awkward because then you might confuse and delight people

- you might accidentally end up making other people feel less shame for their social difficulties

- you might make isolated, traumatized, and shy people feel like they deserve to be included in social situations

- you might even make them feel they can be themselves around you

- you might start loving the effect you have on a room

- you might enjoy conversations more

- you might forgive yourself and bounce back from shame more easily and frequently

- you might come to enjoy some of those moments of harmless confusion you cause because NOBODY expects the Confident Awkward, and that can genuinely be an advantage in social situations

- you might stop apologizing so much.

- you might find that socializing is like a video game: it requires practice but also a safe space for it to be fun and positive.

Or if you can't become assertive and confident, better not remain awkward and shy and quiet, and then love and forgive yourself anyway!

Why, it would be carnage!!

In either scenario, you run the risk of finding out that it's not your fault that safe spaces full of kind people can be really hard to find, create, and nurture. You could end up building a skillset that helps you do those things if you're not careful!

If you start giving yourself even the tiniest amount of grace at a time, you will find that you've accessed a gateway drug with extreme long-term side effects:

- You might realize that it was never your fault that it took so long to like yourself.

- You might realize that you were always worth talking to, even when you didn't like yourself and communication felt impossibly difficult.

- You might realize that you'll still be worth talking to even if communication becomes harder as you age and/or experience disability.

- You might come to know that you deserve to be heard even on bad days when words come slow and blurry.

You might discover that you were always deserving of kindness, first and foremost from yourself.

So. As you can see, it's FAR too much of a risk to start granting your awkward self free pardons for your many heinous and harmless crimes. Better to just leave it there.

[seedofjoseph]

you want me on my knees to pray (or play some other pleasing role)

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Pairing: Joseph Seed x GN!Deputy

Rating: M (mature)

Words: 500

Warnings: degradation, humiliation, spit kink

"Joseph," you hear yourself speak for the first time since you died.

There is no answer.

"Joseph," you raise your voice for the first time since the world ended.

There is no answer.

"Father," you call him for the first time.

And he answers.

"Father," your voice cracks as he comes around the corner. "Father," your throat tightens as he takes his seat before you. "Father," you swallow your pride.

"I'm here," he leans back. "I'm right here," he reaches forward. "Right here," he spreads his legs.

You move your limbs for the first time since he uncuffed you from the foot of Dutch's bed only to drag the man's remains to the other side of the bunker. For the first time, you move towards Joseph Seed on your freshly freed hands and knobby knees. "Forgive me,"

"I already have, my child," he cups your cheeks and dips his thumbs in the rivers of tears. "It is God you need to answer to," his fingers force themselves into your mouth. "And He is furious with you," he spreads out your lips, luring your tongue out of hiding. "You cast away His gift to you."

As soon as it slithers out, he stomps on it with his thumb. "You raised your filthy tongue against Him," he secures his own tongue behind his teeth. "You spit in His face," he hisses.

As fast as it boils over, his fury simmers down after he spits into your dry mouth. "Swallow," he snaps your jaw for you and hold it close. "Welcome my Word inside you, for it is He who speaks through me."

As the Word slides down your throat, you welcome the Father's blessing between your brows. "The sin of Pride can get stuck in your throat, my child," he separates himself from your skin, a string of saliva still tied to him. "You will need the virtue of Humility to help it go down," his hand slides to the back of your scalp as the other slides his belt out of the notch. "And you'll have to swallow every drop."

"Yes," you clear your throat. "Yes," you wet your dried lips. "Please," you open your mouth, starved for Salvation and thirsting for more Words.

As Joseph Seed bares himself to your naked eyes, he breathes out: "Please who, hmm?" And as he swells before your deflating ego, he breathes in: "Who?"

Under he heat of his gaze and before the growth of his Grace, you swallow around emptiness: "Y-you."

"Who?"

"You, Father," you close your eyes and loosen your jaw. "Please, Father," you stick out your tongue for him to spit on and moan at the shot he takes to the back of your throat.

"I can't save you if you don't swallow," he speaks into the crown of your head, shining it with his moist mouth. "And you'll have to swallow me whole," he pulls you forward and presses the head of his lubricated cock against your chapped lips. "But you're mine," he pats your head. "You're my child, and you'll be by my side when God opens Eden's Gate wide."

You open your now empty and eager mouth wide, prepared to stomach your shame and feast on his praise. "Father."

[dr-lizortecho]

would it be a season finale if Max didn’t attempt murder??? the answer is no. not one bit.

[bunnihearted]

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[anastacialy]

i truly am just a rewatch sort of girly. the first time i watch things im just like. too much is happening. brain short circuit. i can love something adore it get up multiple times to run arounf my house and scream but still feel like it isn't Enough. and then i can watch it a second time and go, oh. you know what. yeah. that was nice

[lucylisy]

A GAGGLE OF GAG DRAWINGS: “One of the signs of a healthy animation studio is the amount of gag drawings being passed around.“-Tom Warburton, Head Designer for the First Beavis and Butthead Season

source:https://warburtonlabs.blogspot.com/search?q=beavis

[kuiinncedes]

:c

[rosecoloredtease]

just a little sneak peak bts shoots for later this month ▪️◼️◾⬛

[kyouka-supremacy]

Today was a good day :)

[falntcry]

yall jokin by saying oscar is gonna (alr has) ask lance to adopt him so he could make montreal his 20th home race... as if they're not alr married (and ocon is there too) 😭