#photo-respirations

[lerefugedeluza]

J'ai trop de choses à faire, alors je fais tout très vite, le plus vite possible.

Je ne prends même pas le temps de respirer, de reprendre mon souffle, alors j'étouffe. Je suis si occupée à faire mille et une tâches en même temps que je ne profite d'aucune. Je n'ai même plus le temps de ressentir vraiment les choses, de vivre réellement.

Cette vidéo est une invitation à ralentir, à prendre son temps, à le perdre un peu, mais surtout, à réapprendre à vivre vraiment, à regarder autour de soi, et à profiter de chaque instant.

Merci aux canards, à l'écureuil, aux oiseaux et à mes peluches, d'avoir participé.

Aimez, partagez, commentez ♡

[biology-geology-beaches-india]

The Science Manuscripts of Satyendra Sunkavally, page 58.

[thistlecrimes]

Things I've learned from getting covid for the first time in 2023

I wear an N95 in public spaces and I've managed to dodge it for a long time, but I finally got covid for the first time (to my knowledge) in mid-late November 2023. It was a weird experience especially because I feel like it used to be something everyone was talking about and sharing info on, so getting it for the first time now (when people generally seem averse to talking about covid) I found I needed to seek out a lot of info because I wasn't sure what to do. I put so much effort into prevention, I knew less about what to do when you have it. I'm experiencing a rebound right now so I'm currently isolating. So, I'm making a post in the hopes that if you get covid (it's pretty goddamn hard to avoid right now) this info will be helpful for you. It's a couple things I already knew and several things I learned. One part of it is based on my experience in Minnesota but some other states may have similar programs.

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The World Health Organization states you should isolate for 10 days from first having symptoms plus 3 days after the end of symptoms.

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At the time of my writing this post, in Minnesota, we have a test to treat program where you can call, report the result of your rapid test (no photo necessary) and be prescribed paxlovid over the phone to pick up from your pharmacy or have delivered to you. It is free and you do not need to have insurance. I found it by googling "Minnesota Test to Treat Covid"

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Paxlovid decreases the risk of hospitalization and death, but it's also been shown to decrease the risk of Long Covid. Long Covid can occur even from mild or asymptomatic infections.

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Covid rebound commonly occurs 2-8 days after apparent recovery. While many people associate Paxlovid with covid rebound, researchers say there is no strong evidence that Paxlovid causes covid rebound, and rebounds occur in infections that were not treated with Paxlovid as well. I knew rebounds could happen but did not know it could take 8 days. I had mine on day 7 and was completely surprised by it.

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If you start experiencing new symptoms or test positive again, the CDC states that you should start your isolation period again at day zero. Covid rebound is still contagious. Personally I'd suggest wearing a high quality respirator around folks for an additional 8-9 days after you start to test negative in case of a rebound.

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Positive results on a rapid test can be very faint, but even a very faint line is positive result. Make sure to look at your rapid test result under strong lighting. Also, false negatives are not uncommon. If you have symptoms but test negative taking multiple tests and trying different brands if you have them are not bad ideas. My ihealth tests picked up my covid, my binax now tests did not.

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EDIT: I'd highly suggest spending time with friends online if you can, I previously had a link to the NAMI warmline directory in this post but I've since been informed that NAMI is very much funded by pharmaceutical companies and lobbies for policies that take autonomy away from disabled folks, so I've taken that off of here! Sorry, I had no idea, the People's CDC listed them as a resource so I just assumed they were legit! Feel free to reply/reblog this with other warmlines/support resources if you know of them! And please reblog this version!

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I know that there is so much we can't control as individuals right now, and that's frightening. All we can do is try our best to reduce harm and to care for each other. I hope this info will be able to help folks.

[h00f]

T4TM (Theseus4TheMinotaur)

lost wax cast bronze, patina & paste wax

2023

(process photos & info under cut <3)

my minotaur boy!! pls click on the photos for higher res! my thesis is focusing on trans men and creatures (how original ik) and this was last semester's final. i spent a lot of time looking at sculptures of the theseus/minotaur story, and yknow? a LOT of them are erotic! i'm pretty sure i saw some of them on tumblr a decade ago, and that's led to this now!

as you'll notice, the minotaur has a big t-dick! i wanted to give him breasts and an enlarged clitoris to present a very masculine trans figure. the boy on the bottom is also trans because i say so . the piece is about looking up to older, bigger, hairier trans men and seeing something awe-inspiring and beautiful. the minotaur was locked up by a cruel father for being different, and i think modern adaptations tend towards a sympathetic asterion (his name in one version)

making this piece was. so much effort. it took me about 3 months to get it all together - from clay model (plasticine) to 3D print to silicone mold to wax cast, and finally bronze pour into the shell mold. and then a TON of filing, sanding, dremel-ing, and various other metalworking techniques that probably took years off my life.

i started with sketches and made theeeeeee ugliest model ever:

then used a 3D scanner to get it digital, then spent a goooood month or two making him pretty in blender! then i spent an agonizing few weeks trying to get it print-ready, and fiiiiiinally did

^^^ an early resin printed draft of the model - you can see in the final that i added lots to theseus after some feedback, but sadly the nosering broke off every time i cast it so i just. let that be <3

then came the moldmaking, and then the wax dipping!! the yellow stuff is shell mold (ground up ceramic bits and algae soup, sticks to the wax, then silica sand in varying sizes on top) which gets the wax melted out, and bronze poured in!

then it's all metalworking, cutting stuff off, and working with hot metal. they don't tell you about all the bronze dust and how annoying it gets wearing a respirator AND goggles. but it is for me health, me boy. here's him all cleaned up before the patina:

and then i spray him down with various chemicals to make it "patina" (aka rust) in pretty colors. wait a few days, then apply paste wax to seal it and give it that shine!

then we get what you see above!!! the blue was actually unintentional, and i'm still not super sure why it looks that way.. but it's pretty so idc <3

thanks for reading!! if you ever have any bronze/casting questions, don't hesitate to message me! <3

[onefleshonepod]

Nona leant into her and said, “Thanks. I love you too, Camilla,” and: “Do you know who I am yet?”

Beyond the fact that this scene instantly came to mind — a parallel to the Rider-Waite tarot card with a figure merrily walking off a cliff, white dog trotting at their heels — when I thought of this card, Nona as a character works perfectly for The Fool.

On both literal and metaphorical levels, she is experiencing life for the first time. Her existence represents a new beginning for the series, with a new unanticipated book exploring new people and new stories.

Her innocence, however, sees her delve several times into the reversed meaning of the card: taking on tasks she can't fully comprehend, throwing eldritch tantrums, and making naïve mistakes and misunderstandings which drive the plot.

The jig was finally up. [...] “Nona,” said Palamedes [...] “that was very important information—information that changes everything—[…] and the type of information Camilla and I personally trusted you to prioritise.” This was too much to bear. “I’ve had things to think about,” Nona wailed. “I didn’t want to get in trouble.”

ID: A digital collage of "The Fool” tarot card as Nona from the Locked Tomb series. The design parallels the Rider-Waite Fool card. Nona, dressed in a yellow raincoat and respirator, is stepping off the edge of a cliff with Noodle at her heels. A destroyed city is in the background in tones of orange and purple, and Varun the Eater is a bright blue orb in the top right corner of the smoggy yellow sky. Nona’s outfit is from illustrations by Holly Hobbie, Lou Rogers, Howard Smith, and Henry Hintermeister. The cliff is from Brunhilde by Arthur Rackham. The city images are photos of 1940s Warsaw. Noodle is from a painting by Cecil Aldin, with some added legs. The left side of the card shows the upright meaning of The Fool and reads, “Beginnings | Innocence | Leap of Faith | Spontaneity | Idealism" in all caps. The right side of the card shows the reversed reading and reads "Chaos | Foolishness | Naïveté | Poor Judgment | Gullibility" in all caps. The base of the card reads "The Fool | Nona" in a groovy font.

[eringobragh420]

🖤 Pairing: Damian Priest x f!Reader 🖤 Summary: Damian’s fiancée receives a head injury during a match resulting in amnesia. (Part 4/5) 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 🛑 Warnings: Fingering (f receiving) 🖤 Notes: Spanish translations at the end of the story. 🖤 Taglist: In the comments. If you’d like to be added, please click here!  🖤 MASTERLIST

DAY FOUR — CHRISTMAS EVE

A string of headaches kept you confined to your bedroom most of the day and into the evening on Christmas Eve. Your head had been sore from the fall itself off and on since leaving the hospital, but this was the first day you’d experienced throbbing pain encompassing your entire brain. You and Damian had been invited to an annual holiday party thrown by friends and colleagues, an event, you were told, you’d attended every year since the very first invitation, but Damian turned them down. They’d understood, multiple messages coming through wishing you a swift and successful recovery, and you’d asked Damian to thank them, whoever they were. You’d then rolled over, pressing your back to his side, using his bicep as a pillow, falling asleep quickly with a mouth open and ready to drool.

You awoke sometime later, reaching to the opposite side of the bed, Damian’s side, because you didn’t feel his warmth against you anymore—it was empty and cold. Opening your eyes, there was a soft lamp lit in the corner of the room, the television softly playing yet another Christmas movie. Decorations were scattered throughout the room, but nothing compared to the living room, and you took your time to sit up in bed. Your head, for the first time today, was essentially pain free. You felt a throb here and there, but they were tolerable.

What wasn’t tolerable was the fact that your memories were still avoiding you like the plague. You and Damian both thought you were making progress when you recognized Archie, but it hadn’t gone much further since. You’d spent yesterday going through your closet, touching your clothes, even putting some of them on, and doing the same to your shoe collection, which was quite extensive. When that didn’t work, you wandered throughout the house, passing your fingers over various surfaces, stopping to stare at photos or works of art. Nothing.

Rubbing your eyes, you considered the stress from the day before as the culprit for the headaches today. The turning of the bathroom doorknob stole your attention, and when you looked, those tired eyes of yours were instantly awake and alert, vision as sharp as it had ever been. Steam billowed out first, followed by a Puerto Rican god who looked like he was stepping straight out of an 80s music video. Again, his hair was soaked, curly and down, a few strands framing his handsome face, but he was shirtless, every muscle on display accentuated by tiny rivers slithering down each chiseled dip and valley. And as your eyes continued southward, you were rather disappointed to find a towel slung loosely around his trim hips, low enough to show off his drool-worthy Adonis belt and tight enough to leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. Your thighs rubbed together like you were a fucking cricket, your pussy instantly responding to the surprising friction, and you wrapped your arms around yourself before you brought your breasts into the equation.

So much attention you were giving to Damian below his neck that you had no idea he’d been watching you the entire time you’d been watching him. And when your eyes met after what was probably an inappropriate amount of time of staring, you thought you should feel embarrassed and ashamed, that you should have looked away and melted into a puddle of self-pity. But you never took your gaze off him, your respirations increasing as your arousal did the same.

“See something you like?” Damian rumbled playfully. Oh, you really, really saw a lot of things you liked, and you gasped when he bent an elbow and flexed a bicep.

Swallowing, you replied with a surprisingly steady voice, “Maybe.”

“Maybe,” he chuckled. “Damn, that hurts, gatita.”

You shrugged. “Stupid questions deserve stupid answers.”

Damian’s eyes narrowed and he regarded you for a moment. You’re coming back to me, he thought. Slowly, but you’re coming back to me. “Well, I’m happy to stand here as long as you need,” he boasted.

Leering at your fiancé, the words came tumbling out of your mouth before you had the chance to think about them. “Well, since you’re just gonna stand there and look like … that … why don’t you tell me … about our sex life?” You expected embarrassment or a raging blush from one or both of you, but neither occurred.

Damian’s brows rose, smirk playing at his plump lips. He strutted toward you, your eyes exploring every inch of his body, curiously unashamed to be doing so in such a blatant manner. “I already told you sex is about 90% of our relationship,” he started. “It’s really … difficult for us to keep our hands off each other.” He was nearing the bed, and you were moving to your knees without noticing. “And we’ll do it anywhere,” he went on. “The beach, backstage at a show, fancy restaurant—” Oh, boy, did you want to hear that story, but you weren’t about to stop this one. “I am … madly, desperately, in love with you, and I can’t help but wanna show you every second of every day.” He was close enough you could feel his heat and smell the freshness of the shower, and you could even reach out and trace those Vs disappearing into his towel if you really wanted to. “And I really can’t help it that my love language is fucking.”

Your gaze rose to meet his, and the fire in his eyes was enough to set you ablaze. “What’s your favorite way to fuck me?” you whispered, not even considering your words before speaking.

Damian’s brows rose and he chuckled under his breath. “Uh … I love it when you ride me. I love looking at your pretty face when you use me to make yourself cum.”

You bit your lip. “What’s my favorite?” you whispered.

Your fiancé took one step closer, and the bed shook when his legs came in contact with it. Your fingers itched to touch him—trace every single plane, ridge, and valley of his body, scratch your nails along his skin—while your lips screamed to kiss his tattoos and your mouth salivated thinking about licking every inch of him. Fuck, you wanted him bad, and yes, you’d always found him attractive, but you hadn’t wanted to wrap yourself around him as much as you did this instant.

Damian had no earthly idea what was happening—he was only here for it. He knew you still didn’t know him, but the physical attraction was very clearly still in play. He was semi-hard already, doing nothing to hide it, but he had no intention of acting on it. He felt like he would be taking advantage of you in some way. However, on the other hand, he decided, you were a grown woman, capable of making your own decisions. Your memories had been effected by the head injury, your personality only mildly, but nothing else. So he was prepared to let you drive this evening, and if it led to something intimate, he would do everything in his fucking power to make sure you remembered every moment for the rest of your life.

“You love it when I bend you over,” he rumbled, leaning down to just graze the stubble of his beard along your cheek, his words ghosting across your ear, sending a shiver down your spine—a shiver so violent, you gasped. “So I can spank your ass.” Your eyes rolled back before closing, your tongue passing over your lips. “And I can grab a handful of that hair and just …”

You pulled back—the second scraping of his beard on your skin opening the dam in your pussy—though not very far. Your noses touched, and Damian’s hand came up, thumb caressing your cheek bone. He was dying to kiss you, absolutely suffocating, but he refused to put pressure on you. Whatever was happening was happening at your pace and direction.

“Just …?” you breathed, eyes boring into his. You didn’t care if he finished his story anymore or not, you simply needed his lips on yours, but you weren’t sure you could make the first move.

Damian smirked. “—watch that back arch,” he went on, “listen to you beg for it … faster … harder …”

“Christ, Damian, just kiss me,” you sighed, sounding a little more frenzied than you would have liked, but it did the job.

His perfect lips collided with yours a little uncomfortably, but the hunger was too overwhelming. His strong arms wrapped around you as yours snaked around his neck. He tasted like toothpaste and a flavor indescribable—all you knew was you needed more, more, more. He teased your swollen lips with the tip of his tongue, and you instantly granted him entrance into your mouth. More of that zest, and his tongue was even more talented than you’d anticipated, simply exploring every corner of your mouth. At one point, your lips detached, but your tongues continued to flick against one another, and you sighed, hands sliding down his firm chest. You wanted him. You wanted him so bad, but should you really fall into bed with someone you technically didn’t know? Yes, you had a history, but you didn’t remember it, save for Archie and the muscle memory that correlated to Damian’s birthday.

Fucking hell, did you overthink this much before the head injury? Just go with it, you told yourself. You wanted him, he clearly wanted you, and there was nothing wrong with either fact.

As if reading your mind—or maybe he could feel the shift in the atmosphere—he severed the electrifying connection of your lips and tongues, pressing your faces together as you both caught your breath. “We can stop,” he panted, hot, minty breath rushing over your skin. “I don’t wanna—” 

“Don’t stop,” you breathed, all but clawing at his chest. “Please don’t stop.” 

What kind of fiancé would Damian be if he didn’t obey his future wife, he mused. The kissing continued as he delicately laid you back on the bed, the towel around his waist still somehow maintaining its position. He made a split-second decision to not try to fit between your legs—what if you closed them? Or worse, what if it killed the mood entirely and you never felt comfortable with him this way again? Instead, he laid his big body next to yours, so talented and capable as to get you into a cozy position without once breaking the kiss or even accidentally pulling your hair.

You didn’t remember ever kissing him before, but there was also a feeling of nostalgia—maybe your brain didn’t remember, but your body did. You and Damian were in sync as far as where and when your hands touched the other, or where your kisses landed, or how easily it was to find one another’s spots. You had no idea it was there, but your lips latched onto the junction at Damian’s neck and shoulder, and the man threw his head back and roared like a goddamn lion. You giggled, grabbing a handful of his wet hair so you could bring his mouth back to yours, and suddenly it was as if you had unleashed an animal inside him. He pulled you closer to him, on your side, and his hand grabbed your ass, squeezing, before it slid south to your thigh, which he then yanked over his hip.

Yes, you wanted this. Well, you had wanted this. Without warning, things had gotten out of hand. You’d begged him not to stop, that was true, but you’d been referring to the kissing, and, considering your current position, you probably should have made that a bit clearer. You worried he would be upset, possibly even angry, but you weren’t ready. Not for this.

“Wait,” you breathed, pressing a hand to his chest, severing the kiss at the same time. So many scenarios played in your mind within seconds—one where he didn’t stop, one where he stopped and was pissed off, one where he stopped and got embarrassed, one where he stopped and—

He looked at you, transparently shocked, and he held up a hand. You wondered briefly if raising his hand was some sort of defense mechanism or something he did because he thought it calmed you down? He took a few breaths as you carefully removed your leg from his hip, backing up only a little so he didn’t think you feared him because you truly didn’t, but you needed to put some distance between your body and his impressive erection tenting the towel.

“I’m so sorry,” he finally exhaled.

“No,” you said, “it’s me.”

“I thought—”

“I know. That’s my fault. I didn’t mean to—” 

“I would never—” 

“Okay, stop!” you interrupted maybe a little more aggressively than you had anticipated, and you weren’t trying to just stop him from talking. “I wanted this, Damian.” You cradled one side of his face, his eyes downcast, looking everywhere but at you. “I do want this. I just … I don’t know if I’m ready for …”

Damian nodded, still not meeting your gaze. He’d gotten carried away, he knew that as soon as he’d grabbed your leg. He hadn’t been able to control himself, which was no excuse—what kind of person did that make him? What kind of a man? What kind of a fiancé? You and he had taken so many steps forward—how many would this incident cost you? 

“I wanna keep kissing you,” you continued breathlessly, and this finally brought his eyes to yours. “I mean … I kinda feel like I wanna kiss you forever. And it doesn’t make sense to me. Well, it does, but it doesn’t. I’m sorry, I’m probably just babbling. I—I just … I want you, Damian.” His petrified irises instantly softened and he raised his hand to cover yours on his face. “But—”

“Listen,” Damian gently, thankfully, interfered in your chaotic ramblings. Your mouth clamped closed. “I understand. We both kinda …” You stared at him, hanging on every word, fully prepared to dissect each one. “But … and I’m just putting this out there. Feel free to say no or slap me or send me to the couch or all of the above.” He smirked, though your heart tingled a bit at the preface. “If you want to, there are … plenty of other ways for me to … make you feel good.” His rich tone, that smoke on velvet timbre, was one hundred percent successful in relaxing your body to its very core. He scooted a bit closer, moving much like molasses, which you assumed was him giving you every opportunity to push him away. Your head tilted, though, as you became enchanted by Damian’s chocolate eyes, his nose grazing your cheek, and there was that sensation of sedation again. 

“I could use one of your toys on you,” he suggested. Your eyes fluttered as you played that particular image in your mind. “Or I could use my fingers …” You noticed his hands weren’t even on you at this point—just the tip of his nose still kissing your cheek, which you nuzzled back against him. “I could use my mouth …”

“Your fingers,” you decided without thinking. He pulled away to meet your eyes. “I can’t stop kissing you, but I want—”

His mouth claimed yours, putting you and your incoherency out of its misery, and he lowered you back to the mattress. You found that perfect harmony again so easily, lips moving in unison, tongues trading dominance, and he swallowed your groan as his hand snuck under your shirt, splaying across your belly. His skin was so hot and rough, a stark contrast from the smooth, cool rings on his fingers. He left his hand there a moment, and you assumed he was testing the waters. You tugged at his bottom lip with your teeth, granting the unasked question, and his hand finally started moving south.

“If you want me to stop,” Damian mumbled against your lips.

“I know,” you whispered, tugging his mouth back to yours.

His hand continued on, fingers slipping under the waistband of your panties, and you were suddenly so incredibly thankful you’d shaved recently. Damian’s middle finger slid down and between your folds, slipping around your clit, and your back arched every bit of three feet off the bed. More or less. Damian sighed, the sound laced with relief, as his fingers continued making slow circles around the bundle of nerves that had you coming utterly unglued.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Damian mumbled into your mouth. “I was worried you wouldn’t …” He trailed off.

You clutched his jaw, pushing him away just enough to look him dead in the eye. “Me too,” you whispered, “but clearly—” You glanced down at his length, which was still poking impressively against the towel. You had an urge to just lift the towel and confirm what you already knew to be true—that he was huge, and you’d probably made the right decision avoiding letting him inside you—but you didn’t. “—we were both worried about nothing.”

He kissed you again, stealing a moan and a sigh, giving one in return when you rolled her hips against his fingers. That long, thick middle finger of his skidded further down your clit until your pussy all but absorbed it. Your jaw dropped, a feminine whine escaping your lips, and you had one arm around Damian’s neck and the other hand was cupping his face, holding him as closely to you as was physically possible. He chuckled wickedly as he curled his finger, effortlessly finding another spot, sending your back arching again. You couldn’t remember the last time he’d done this for you—you couldn’t remember the last time anyone had done it for you, including yourself—but you knew deep down, somewhere, that Damian did it the best. He was attentive, talented, with many tricks up his sleeve with regard to finger movement and placement as well the fine art of kissing. He had only one goal: to make you cum as hard as he ever had before, and if he continued the way he was, that would happen sooner rather than later.

“Don’t stop,” you whispered, the irony of those two words not lost on you. “Please.”

“I got you, sweet girl,” Damian promised, simply petting and teasing that spot within you like he’d been there before, many, many times. He kissed your lips before moving to your cheek, earlobe, and neck. “Te tengo.” You didn’t know what he meant, but you wanted to hear him say it for the rest of your life, and your hips seemed to agree as they undulated, rolling in ways you didn’t even know you were capable of. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you gasped suddenly. Surely you’d never reached orgasm this quickly before, but there it was, building deep within your belly, tightening your lower back as your hips accelerated. “Please, Damian, I’m gonna cum …” 

“Yes,” Damian sighed, burying his face in your neck just in case he started blubbering like a fool right before he made you cum. You knew his name, yes, he’d heard you say it since the injury, but nothing compared to the breathlessness with which you moaned it during such an intimate moment. 

“Fuck,” you squeaked, your fiancé’s thumb flicking at your clit, and with each flick you repeated the obscenity. “Fuck, I’m gonna—”

And just before you did, you lifted Damian’s face to yours so you could secure his lips, and therefore secure the impending mindblowing orgasm. You couldn’t recall the last time you’d cum, but you’d bet your life savings—wait, did you even have savings?—that this was the ultimate orgasm. The best you’d ever had. The wettest you’d ever been.

Speaking of wet … Damian delicately removed his fingers from your pussy, the squelching of your juices the loudest sound in the entire universe, just before the sound of the waistband of your panties smacking against your skin. Your lips separated with an equally lewd noise and you watched with blown pupils as he lifted his soaked hand to his mouth, his own black eyes meeting yours. “Do you mind?” he growled.

You licked your lips, blinking. “Only if you share.”

Damian tilted his head before shaking it, smirking, and he tapped the drenched tip of his middle finger along your lower lip. You sucked the digit into your mouth, tasting him, tasting you, tasting the flavor that was both of you, twisting your tongue in every direction to make sure you didn’t leave a drop behind. Once you had the finger completely clean of your delicious—if you did say so yourself—essence, he pulled his thumb into his mouth, the one that had been massaging your aching clit, and his cheeks hollowed. You’d never seen anything sexier (that you could remember) than Damian Priest, your fiancé, sucking your cum off his own thumb.

“So sweet,” he mumbled, your lips coming together in something soft, something needy, something electric, and something goddamn addicting.

🎀 Gatita - Kitten 🎀 Te tengo - I've got you

[shitty-check-please-aus]

me internally: what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck

me externally:

enameling is the perfect hobby for listening to audiobooks where shit's going down. I have to wear a mask so I don't breathe in glass dust, and the dust mask covers up the faces I make when the plot starts to horrify me

[anomaly-hivemind]

Horror Convention || No. 9 Gloryhole w/ Horror Characters x Fem! Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

Part 2

Word Count: 1995

Warnings: gloryhole, free use, exhibition, overstimulation, large cock, vaginal sex, gangbang if you squint, vagianl fingering, mask kink, stranger sex, cosplaying oral sex, blow jobs, hand job, spit as lube, multiple orgasms,

You were going to a horror convention, it was your first one and you couldn't be more excited to go. You were wearing a slutty freddy krueger outfit excluding the knife coves because they sold out at the spirit halloween. It was too late to buy any online. You were wearing a ripped up black and red cropped top, a jean mini skirt, some stressed thigh-highs and wedges.

When you finally got inside the convention center, there were a lot of things going on with an unsettling low amount of security personnel around. It was a bit overwhelming but you were going to push through it just fine. It was full of cosplaying horror characters, new and old, popular and niche. Even horror shorts films, tv shows and games.

“Can I take a picture with you? I really like the freddy outfit,” the muffled voice of a guy said behind an old respirator.

Oh yeah sure, I like your outfit too. It's from my bloody valentine right?” you lean into the guy so he could take the photo. The guy pulls you close to him for the picture, then he turns to face you.

“Yeah I've had this for a while now.” he laughs and crosses his arm.

“Well it's super cool, practically identical to the movie.” you look him up and down, he was a carbon copy of the original.

“A bunch of my buddies and staff are hosting an event on the west wing in an hour. You should totally go. “ The Harry warden cosplayer handed a pass for the event. ‘Glory Horror’ printed on the card.

“Yeah I will be there.” you nod and take the pass. You can't believe you got an event pass for free.

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An hour had passed, you had bought a scream poster, a friday the 13th shirt and the regret of your shoe choices. You push past the last part and make your way to the event. It was a ways away from everything else which was a bit suspicious but not enough for you to turn around. You show the bouncer guy your pass and ID, because you guess this is an 18 plus event.

You take a seat in the front, the seats were really comfortable. The lights were dim and the walls around the panel looked sound proof. This was super fancy for a panel. It makes you wonder what's going to happen, especially with how fast the room is getting filled with horror fans such as yourself. Most of them were wearing masks from what you can see in the dark space.

A bright red stage light hits the middle of the stage. The familiar guy from earlier that gave you your pass to this event walks to the center. Two other people dragged something onto the stage behind him, also dressed up, one looked like Amanda the pig from the jigsaw moves or the dead by daylight game. The other person was dressed like the monster from Jeepers creepers. There was a large box with a set of holes of different sizes, odd but you find the tv and cameras placed inside and outside the box.

“Welcome to this year's Glory Horror event. Many of you who know about this event already know what's up, but for our virgin Marys let me explain what’s up.” Harry warden cosplayer says through the microphone, his mask muffling his words.

“We’re going to pick a lucky Slasher Slut in the audience to go into the box.” The man snickered as the crowd went wild. Harry looked into the group of seated people, presumably to find someone to put in the box.

“Anything goes when you're behind the veil.” he points to the closed door.

You look around the audience that you were in and they all seemed excited to either be picked or see who was going to end up being picked. You just stare at everyone in confusion.

“You, are you willing to take a dive into carnal pleasures and try out the box?” He points to you from the crowd, when you point to yourself he nods. You stand up, nerves run down your spine as you walk onto the stage. You were surprised with how excited every person in the audience seemed to be that you got picked.

“What am I supposed to do?” you asked while looking at the box.

“It's pretty self explanatory, but you get in the box, the cameras are already set up, we gave you a screen to see the reactions you're giving people.” You nod at him and step into the box, it was large and you could stand up right without being seen by anyone, not counting the screen that was broadcasting you to the outside.

“You can strip down any point and if you want out of the box just push the button to unlock the door.

“You want me to do what now.” you asked from behind the wall, your voice muffled mostly.

“Strip, take off those slutty clothes and either open that pretty mouth or a hole. Prepared to get stuffed in whichever you choose and you can switch at whatever time doll.

You think for a moment, you could back out right now but a part of you wanted to see what happened. With a shaky breath you take off your freddy krueger fit and finally take off your dreadful shoes. You were just in your bra and underwear, taking a seat on your knees in the middle. The bigger hole was covered with a black sheet.

A knock on one of the sides catches your attention, you turn your head and your eyes widen. A veiny cock filled the hole, making it look smaller than it was and it makes your mouth water. You looked over at your screen to see what you're working with, a guy wearing a Michael Myers mask. Your lip quivers as you wrap your fingers around his length.

His balls twitch as you tighten the grip on this stranger’s cock. You use your saliva to wet the tip of his dick. You hear the faint groan of the Myers look alike, it was hot and a turn on for sure. You take his cock deeper in your mouth, almost gagging on it, using your hand to massage his balls and or stroke the rest of his meaty meat.

Another knock from the others size makes you pull your lips off Myer’s member. Someone else had slid their dick into the other hole, the screen splits so you can see the masked figure. It was Brahms, down to the black messy hair, even matches the drapes decorating the base of this man’s uncut dick.

You take your other hand and start to rub at his cute dick. Both of your hands were being filled with their cocks. You were soaking wet from how hot this was and if your hands went filled you would be touching yourself right now. You placed licks on both the dicks one after the other. Even the thought that there were a bunch of people on the other side of this box, watching and listening or maybe even waiting to take a turn with you.

It was hot, you felt hot and you wanted more of all of it. You squeeze the guys dicks as you jerk them both off with determination. Michael myers’ dick twitching was the only short warning you get before he shoots a hot load onto your chest. Your bra ruined with cum makes you pout for a moment before you take the thing off. You put your mouth onto the remaining man and take him down your throat. Brahms cums down your esophagus, his seed tasting weirdly sweet on your tastebuds.

You lick your lips after pulling away the dicks both gone from the holes, making you sigh. You slide off your panties and just as you thought you dripped in arousal. You rub yourself and let out short moans, a guy that was looking like Jason Voorhees pushed his phat cock through the hole. It looked heavy, craving your touch. You touch yourself with one hand while sucking off this fat dick. Even if you couldn’t fit all or even most of it into your mouth you sure as hell tried. You moan against the length of this Jason.

Your fingers thrust into yourself at a similar pace as you sucked and stroked his dick. You come to a stand and turn around, your wet cunt fluttering with horniness. Lining your slit with a guy who looked like a slasher’s dick. You let out a hearty moan as this fat cock stretches you out. You could feel his dick twitch and the man moan from the intrusion. He bottoms out in you, your walls clench around him and then he starts to move slowly in and out of you. You rub your clit as your hole gets pounded into. Another dick pops into the hole in front of you and wraps your hand around it with hesitation. Peaking at the screen in the box you see that it's a guy dressed up in a ghostface outfit.

“Ohshit ohshit ohfucking hell.” you were on the verge of coming and the mix of a Jason hitting all your spots with his girth was making it harder to focus on stroking the guy in front of you.

You try your best to get the other guy to completion but your own impending orgasm was a bit of a distraction to say the least. This Jason guy’s thrust was getting relentless and it was super hot to say the least. You hold on for as long as you could but when you feel the man’s load start to pool down your leg sends you down the edge. Before you could complain about how fast the guy pulled out another guy pushed into you, somehow even thicker and longer than the Jason guy.

You squeeze the hell out of the ghostface and your thumb pushes on his slit. It makes the guy come all over you and hand it a messy gush. The new masked covered hottie was fast enough to work you past that previous orgasm but Jason had given you but now you were getting a bit overstimulated. The faint tapping of the man's pyramid helmet on the box wall makes you giggle. Yet the humor in all of this was cut short from the brutal thrust this pyramid head was giving you.

You were already about to fall into another climax, you couldn't help but scream out a moan that you're sure everyone in the panel heard. Maybe even people outside nearby could hear your whorish moans and whales. This massive curved dick was rubbing your insides just right and your lower half couldn't take much more of it, not standing up like you are right now at least. You reach another chaotic mind altering, pussy spasming, leg trembling, back arching, toe curling climax that almost gives you whiplash an.

You feel the sticky seed fill your cunt and pull out with lackluster pace, almost like he didn’t want to leave your warmth so it takes a minute or so before he actually does . When the pyramid head finally pulls out, your body drops to the stage ground with a thud. You were panting like a dog, cum was dripping out of you and sticking to your thighs. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you try to catch your breath.

“This is the best Horror con ever.” you say breathlessly, as you look at another dick slipping into one of the holes. Checking your provided inside the box you see who it is, the host of this event… it’s Harry warden.

[agitateandeducate]

Who’s your fave? By the way, Sevika has a surprise for y’all... :)

Who else has a lot to say about this show (the good, the bad, the potential, etc) as a fellow media nerd? Seriously, let’s be friends! (blasts Renegade in the background)

– – – – Image Descriptions – – – –

[photo id 1] A screenshot from the animated series, Arcane, featuring Sevika, wearing a brown respirator and burgundy cape. She is looking at someone, clearly unamused. To the left of her face is a white speech bubble with black text: “y’all are lucky disabled folks are focused on care and organizing instead of beating the shit of you bootlickers.” [end id]

[id 2] A screenshot from the animated series, Arcane, featuring Sevika as she arches an eyebrow, ready for a fistfight. She is wearing a brown respirator and her mechanical arm has been upgraded by jinx. There’s spray painted graffiti in neon colors around her with colors associated with jinx. To the right of her face is a white speech bubble with black text: “just kidding... we can do both” [end id]

[id 3] A screenshot from the animated series, Arcane, featuring Ekko as he flies towards the screen on his hoverboard along with other rebel firelights. He is wearing a brown respirator. To the right of his face is a white speech bubble with black text: “stop looking to the govt to save us - we will save ourselves. now Mask up!” [end id]

[id 4] A screenshot from the animated series, Arcane, featuring long-haired Jayce, furious and exhausted after surviving and returning from a horrifying alternate universe. He is wearing a black boat shaped respirator. To the right of his face is a white speech bubble with black text: “some of you have never been confronted with the realities of being disabled and it shows.” [end id]

[id 5] A screenshot from the animated series, Arcane, featuring Mel, adorned in gold with all her mage powers, preparing to fight. She is wearing a white duckbill respirator. To the right of her face is a white speech bubble with black text: “When the system’s only choice is fascism, let’s choose each other and our own power.” [end id]

[id 6] A screenshot from the animated series, Arcane, featuring long-haired Viktor in his commune before his full transformation into the Arcane herald. He is wearing a brown respirator and holding onto his transformed cane. Above his face and to the left is a white speech bubble with black text: "there is always a choice to mask up and do better." [end id]

[id 7] A screenshot from the animated series, Arcane, featuring Vi, seated and looking up at someone. She is wearing a brown respirator. Below her face is a white speech bubble with black text: "why the fuck do you refuse to wear a mask to protect the very people in your life that you say you love?" [end id]

[id 8] A screenshot from the animated series, Arcane, featuring Jinx as she sits in Silco's chair while the gray fills up the room. She is wearing a decorated respirator. Below her face is a white speech bubble with black text: "Most of y’all aren’t ready for necessary and militant resistance, but are all too eager to enact violence on more marginalized folks by refusing to mask."[end id]

[id 9] A screenshot from the animated series, Arcane, featuring Viktor and Jayce embracing each other as the hexcore is about to be destroyed. They are both wearing white masks. To the left, above Viktor is a white speech bubble with black text: "In all timelines, in all possibilities". Underneath Jayce to the right, is a white speech bubble with black text: "Our love grounds us in keeping each other safe"[end id]

[uncharismatic-fauna]

Shine a Light on the Cave Salamander

The cave salamander, also known as the spotted salamander (Eurycea lucifuga) is a species of salamander found throughout the eastern United States, particularly in the Appalachian mountains. As the name implies, they are most common in caves with exposed limestone or other calcifying rocks. However, they may also occur under rocks or logs, or in streams in deciduous forests; anywhere that's dark and moist.

The spotted salamander spends almost its entire life in these 'twilight zones'. Mating is believed to occur in summer or early fall, when male salamanders begin to seek out females by tracking their pheromones. Once a male finds a potential mate, he nudges her and rubs his chin on her head until she indicates she's receptive. At that point she straddles his tail while the two walk in tandem. The male then drops a spermatophore-- a sack full of sperm-- on the ground, and the female picks it up with her cloaca. The female lays a clutch of 5 to 120 eggs, but not until several months after fertilization between September and February.

The eggs take about 20 days to hatch, and larvae entirely aquatic, complete with gills and webbed fingers. Individuals can take anywhere from 6 to 18 months to fully develop, at which point they leave the water and become fully nocturnal. However, most individuals don't stray far from their original spawning territory, and adults do not maintain or defend set territories.

Despite their reclusive lifestyle, cave salamanders are quite striking. Adults are bright orange or red with black spots, and can be anywhere from 10 to 20 cm (4 to 8 in) in length. Over half of that length is taken up by the tail, and males have a longer tail than females. As lungless salamanders, E. lucifuga breathes through its skin and the tissues around its mouth-- while useful for an aquatic animal, this type of respiration makes it essential that the cave salamander remains in a wet environment.

Both larvae and adults are insectivorous, consuming a number of invertebrates including spiders, snails, beetles, earthworms, and ticks. Potential predators of the spotted salamander include bats, shrews, racoons, and snakes, though few specifics are known about the species' ecology. To deter these predators, E. lucifuga adopts a defensive posture in which they coil their body and wave their tail over their head. In addition, they secrete a foul-tasting substance from their skin, and their bright coloration likely warns potential predators that they won't make a good meal.

Conservation status: The IUCN has classified the cave salamander as Least Concern, although they are listed as Endangered in several of the American states in which they occur. The greatest threat to the species is thought to be human disturbance or habitat degredation from pollution of the water systems which flow through the caves where E. lucifuga resides.

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[hervey-gervey-chip]

DIY AGE-OF-SAIL INSPIRED FOULIES

part III: the process

it’s been a couple weeks since i finished making the alterations i wanted to make to the bibs before waxing, but we finally had an open shop day at school where i'm not bothering my buddies over at the Lady Washinton (though let’s be honest, the only reason i’m not there now is because they’re in anacortes and i dont wanna do the whole drive-ferry-drive thing). HOWEVER, that means i got to spend 4 hours painting my overalls with hot toxic soup. as far as the soup recipe goes, I did actually end up changing it again. in my first post i said i’d do varnish, and the second post i said black paint. i was going to measure everything out nice and had oz quantities i was going to adhere to, but i forgot my measuring cup… lets be real though, it’s probably more historically accurate to just throw shit in a pot and go. I’M MEASURING BY VIBES FOR SCIENCE!! the final recipe went something like this:

1lb microcrystalline wax

~1 cup mineral spirits

~3/4 cup tung oil

~1/2 cup rust-oleum oil based enamel paint (black)

~2 tbsp pine tar

I probably could have done more pine tar but the class bucket was basically empty and i didn’t want to walk down the hill to get more. I also know that pine tar takes fucking forever to cure, and even a small amount smells incredibly strong (though i certainly don’t mind, i actually prefer to be covered in the stuff most times- it’s more a courtesy to the non-tall shippers who aren’t used to the incredibly concentrated stink of 10 campfires burning directly into your nostrils). the reason i added the pine tar is because of it’s anti-bacterial and anti-microbial properties, since once the bibs are cured i really won’t be able to wash them. also, from my (limited and haphazard) research, you don’t need a lot to reap those benefits.

i put the wax in a double boiler, and once melted, added the oil, thinner, and paint/pine tar all at once. once it was all sufficiently combined, i started painting it on, let it cool a little bit, and then went back in with a heat gun and brush to help the solution impregnate the fibers of the cloth. oh also. make sure you are in a well ventilated space AND WEAR A RESPIRATOR (see the i-learned section below). i did 2 coats all over in this manner, and then a third over the knees, butt, and ankles for good measure.

oils and tar over any kind of fibrous material can take weeks to fully cure (as i have learned well from rigging), so i am expecting to leave my garment and it’s accoutrements hanging in the shop for about 3 weeks before they reach any kind of wearable or testable condition. everything seemed to soak in pretty well, but i left the shop before everything fully cooled so i’ll do another update at the beginning of next week- i’m anticipating that i over-waxed and there will be some residue i will have to deal with (though in what way is to be decided).

cleanup was pretty easy, considering my proclivity for giant messes with any project i engage in- lots of mineral spirits and several rags seemed to do the trick.

some things i learned/would do differently:

oh my god this recipe makes so much. like. so much. i had like 2 cups leftover and i did 2 coats on my overalls, pockets, AND a 1’x3’ piece of spare canvas. if you were just waxing a pair of pants, halving the recipe would still probably be more than enough

putting the cold liquids into the hot wax makes it congeal a little bit, but you can’t tell when the black paint makes the entire contents of the pot turn, well, BLACK. id put the transparent stuff in first, let it all melt together, and then add the black paint so that there wouldn’t suddenly be so many solid particles all at once

MIX FREQUENTLY. photo 3 shows the difference. i had mixed it really well at the beginning, but once it was all (presumably) a single solution, i stopped worrying about mixing it. the thing about paint/varnish/buildable coatings is that the reason they are buildable or have any sort of pigment is because of the suspended solids within it. this means that over time, the solids will coagulate at the bottom of the container, which is why you have to shake nail polish or stir paint before using it. this also means that i should have been mixing every couple minutes as i was painting it onto the bibs, so i ended up with a very pigmented mixture at the end, and a relatively translucent mix at the beginning. up until a certain point, i was getting a pigment that was not opaque but i was happy with, so i didn’t think too much of it until i was putting on coats that looked more brown than grey or black. anyways, mix your shit.

so… cotton burns. i was painting one leg at a time and then heat gunning it before moving on to the next leg. the wax/oil solution seems to make the fabric more resistant to burning, so the painted bits can take more heat than the untreated cotton next to it. if you, say, for example, (i definitely DID NOT DO THIS) get distracted by a particularly riveting tiktok your friend sent you of a snail vibing on a car windshield while your heat gun is blasting on high 2 inches from your pants, the raw canvas may or may not start smoking. i switched up to painting the Entire back or Entire front before heat gunning, and that seemed to solve the problem (also no more snail tiktoks)

respirators are kind of important. i was in a giant shop with vaulted ceilings next to a wide open garage door and i still had a bit of a headache after 4 hours of standing unprotected next to a pot of hot poison.

photo descriptions:

setup

setup part 2: electric boogaloo

pant ass- upper section 1 coat unmixed, lower section 1 coat mixed

spare canvas in the midst of coat 2

back of spare canvas after coat 1

back of spare canvas after coat 2

waterproof test!

finished garments and spare canvas, ready to cure

cleanup

[biology-geology-beaches-india]

The Research Notebooks of Satyendra Sunkavally, page 55.

[mountrainiernps]

How do you winter?

You might be thinking, “hey, it’s March and winter is over!”

That’s not quite true in the Cascade Mountains. As you go higher in elevation, it gets colder and more snow has piled up over the winter. At Paradise, we can get snow storms into June.

So while the temperatures are warming up, a little more sunshine, and days a bit longer, winter keeps a tight grip on the subalpine meadows like Paradise and Sunrise. The plants and animals are well adapted to the challenges of these winters.

For animals, there is a choice. Do you travel to warmer climates, stay and snow camp, or snooze through the cold temps? Rufous hummingbirds are our champions or long-distance travel, migrating to the south and even Mexico in search of warm temperatures and food. Pikas are big winners at snow camping. They store food in the homes under the rocks all summer so that they can stay active all winter eating their stores. Last but not least, black bears are great hibernators. While not technically sleep, the bears lower metabolism, heart rate and respiration to make their fat stores last until snow melts and food emerges.

So, how do you winter?

NPS Photo. Rufous hummingbird circa 1975. NPS/I Metzen Photo. Pika perched on rock in talus field near Lake Louise. 2018. NPS/Spillane Photo. Black Bear, which come in several colors, among plants and shrubs. 2016.

[riddled-forensic]

Assassins experience!

Super small theater, room with the set jutting out and the audience sitting along 3 walls

Rows of pennant (triangle) banners along the walls and some hanging down from the grid

Hanging on the wall banners were photos of the president, they would get a light on them when they were assassinated/mentioned

The Proprietor was FULL carnie sleaze, also super tall and leaned into being cartoonishly evil

At the end of Everybody’s Got The Right, everyone grabbed one of the hanging pennants and ripped it off the grid, the noise it made mimicked the gunshots from Everybody’s Got The Right (Respire)

Booth was white and preformed The Ballad of Booth as it was originally written

Booth was blonde and you could hardly see his mustache

They went with this look for Guiteau

The actor for Guiteau went zany for Guiteau’s voice, the most similar voice I can think of is Ned Flanders

THE BALLADEER WAS SO GOOD

Emma Goodman didn’t have her glasses :(

Guiteau’s “First of all when you’ve a gun… everybody pays attention!” Didn’t quite work because the guns weren’t allowed to be pointed at the audience, he instead pointed and shot at Booth

They skipped the first third of The Ballad of Czolgosz for no apparent reason

At the end of Unworthy of Your Love, Squeaky made out with her picture of Charles Manson and started dragging it down her body

During The Ballad of Guiteau, Guiteau and the Balladeer were sort of playful with each other and danced in sync, I found it very fun

Byck was PHENOMENAL, he gave the monologues his all and he was one of my favorite parts of the show

The guy playing the Balladeer did a good job showing his positiveness, it felt very sincere

During Another National Anthem the Proprietor handed all the assassins boater hats that they then wore

boater hat ^

Near the end of Another Nation Anthem, Booth held his hat above The Balladeers head and then scurried off stage

Lee Harvey Oswald transformation happened off stage 😒

Booth and Lee were really good during their interaction with each other, they didn’t over act any of the anger (not to say that Booth didn’t have his yelling fit, but it wasn’t like over the top or anything)

Lee also did a good job a portraying Lee’s emotions, he’s just a really good actor in general

Booth, with the rest of the assassins behind him, winked at Lee right before Lee turned around to shot JFK

They projected the JFK footage on the set while the ensemble came out for Something Just Broke

At the end of Everybody’s Got The Right (Reprise) the Proprietor came out in a Trump wig and MAGA hat and everyone pointed at him and shot, the stage lights turning red with Prop holding his ear

In general it was super good! Huge props to the choreographer because all of the choreo and dancing was amazing

[0m3g4skanohiforge]

Good morning, gathered friends!

During my attempts to fulfill commission orders (primarily trying to match new colours) I've made many, many, many attempts. As such, my Protodermis Reclamation Yard is overflowing!

To balance things out, from today until the 9th of June, I'm offering 25% off of my blind bags! This gives basically 3 masks for the price of one, so if you like unique colours that'll never appear again, battle damage, colour blend tests, or just the thrill of opening a mystery pack, check these out!

(Please note the photo should be considered outdated, as some items from the photo have since sold)

(Also my respirator broke so don't order anything that isn't a blind bag for a bit pls thanks I gotta buy a new one before I can make new parts and this is the only thing I sell that isn't made-to-order)

[elenaazra]

If I think about the scene in which Eddie saves Buck, who is hanging unconscious from the stairs, the association with Rocco Morabito's famous 1967 Kiss of Life snapshot comes to mind. This is the kind of salvation I would probably like to see on the screen. And let the photo does not carry any romance, but inspiration for it could give cinema and us amazing shots. Unfortunately, I already know that Eddie will not revive Buck, so it remains only to dream about it. If you don't know the history of the picture, it was accidentally taken by a photographer walking around the outskirts of Jacksonville, sent on a boring assignment to an area where electricians Randall and Jay were doing routine work to replace high-voltage wires. Randall accidentally touched one of these wires and a 4000-volt discharge instantly passed through his body, the heart could not withstand such a load and stopped. Randall's lifeless body hung from the harness. His partner Jay did not lose his head and, realizing that every second is precious, he began to do artificial respiration right on the pole. Jay tried to start his partner's heart by continuing to do artificial respiration until he had a weak pulse. Only after that did he unhook the insurance and, throwing Randall over his shoulder, went down to the ground. By the time rescuers arrived, Randall was already on the ground and regained consciousness.