#repost because i accidentally deleted it

[etkisizeleman1]

james wan talking about the saw fanfction he read…

[cowbeaus]

crossover nonsense part two

[arrrhe]

Good morning.

[restless-and-ready]

I will write to you about something

that is about something else entirely

And you will not decipher it

because that is my intention.

I will mourn the premature loss of

understanding,

knowing that i killed it.

n.s.

[feastofchildermass]

I love it when people commission me to make them art, and then I turn around and spend that money on a new binder. Like... you have a blorbo you love, well I have a gender that needs validating, fucko.

transaction time!

[bi-is-beautifull]

Still B‌i - A bisex‌ual art collection by Kim Jana Meier

These beautiful arts deserve so much love. Instagram of the artist.

[deadmotelsusa]

Built in the 1950s, the Underwood Motel of Starke, Florida was considered a landmark for those traveling up and down Highway 301. Its pink exterior and neon sign were impossible to miss by each passerby and its on-site restaurant was popular among both locals and travelers.

In the early 2000s, a portion of the motel was damaged by fire and owners Bill and Debbie Buby weren’t able to repair. It deteriorated until the property was so overgrown that you could no longer see it from the road. At this point, the pink exterior was gone and its neon sign would never turn on again. It was eventually demolished.

Source: Mike Woodfin

[jasminebythebay]

I 100% bet Pedro, a college student and introvert, has gone to bed when Shoyo, a pro athlete and extrovert, woke up.

[midnightorchids]

Shades of cerise and vermillion paint the sky as the autumn dewdrops coat the grass under your feet. The weather is foggy this morning and there’s a soft chill in the air. It nips at your cheeks and the tips of your nose.

It’s quite peaceful, this time of day usually is.

You stroll through the empty neighbourhood, Jason’s rough hands intertwined with your own. You take turns sipping the steaming jasmine green tea in your thermos, the perfect treat for such a morning. The subtle floral flavour has your tastebuds humming in delight.

“We’re going to be so late for class, remind me why we decided to talk today,” Jason asks groggily, still tired. You don’t answer right away, instead taking a minute to admire his exhausted face. His eyes are sunken in, he’s been working a lot more these days, picking up more shifts at the gym, training more clients. He’s tired and the stress of university classes was not helping the case.

However, despite his fatigue state, Jason still managed to look attractive to you.

You look into his eyes for a brief moment, only to be met by a mischief that danced in his eyes. He grins sheepishly and gently swings your intertwined hands back and forth, patiently waiting for a response. You look down and smile at his antics.

“It’s so pretty out this morning, I wanted to take it in before sitting in that god awful lecture hall,” you reply, taking another sip of the tea. “Here, drink,” you say bringing the thermos close to Jason, he lowers his body to take a quick sip.

“I thought you liked that class,” he asks again, this time confused. His eyes scan your face for an answer, his eyebrows are furrowed and there’s a small pout on his face.

“No Jay, you like that class and I like you, so I suck it up,” you answer, staring at the honey and crimson leaves falling from the oak trees. The air smells earthy, sweet almost and you sigh, pleasantly.

“Wow babe, you’re such a saint,” he says smiling. You let go of his hand and playfully scoff at the statement.

A gentle breeze brushes through your hair, it's cold and has you moving closer into Jason. His hands rake around your waist and you take another sip of the tea to feel some warmth again. You then pass the thermos to Jason, which he takes almost immediately.

“Should we skip,” you exclaim, suddenly excited.

He doesn’t let you finish your thought and replies “don’t even think about it,” and you pout. He bends down and quickly pecks your lips, “You’ll be fine, it's only an hour anyways.” You nod your head in response, he’s right, you made him wake up so early, skipping class wouldn’t be fair.

You're almost near the university, you can see glimpses of the tan brick buildings behind the sea of trees, turning back now would be quite useless.

”I’ll buy you lunch after and we can watch that movie you wanted to watch last,” Jason says ruffling your hair.

“But you said it was sad, what if you cry,” and he grins in response.

“For you, I do anything,” he intertwines your fingers again and smiles softly. You don’t respond, you bite your bottom lip to hold back a smile and you clutch his hand a little tighter.

Jason looks down at you, his heart full, you don’t say it, but he knows you would do the same for him.

[comfortblr]

danny pudi as abed nadir community | spanish 101

[shinyruby]

It’s funny how Hazbin Hotel is seen as a relatively unserious cartoon, and yet I have never seen a show that has exposed people’s lack of media literacy by THIS MUCH

[etherealyoungk]

━☆ first kiss with seventeen: jeonghan

♡ first kiss with seventeen series ♡ masterlist ♡

pairing: jeonghan x reader

warnings: kissing, fluff

wordcount: 618

it all started with making a stupid bet with your boyfriend, jeonghan and you should have known that he would be up to no good because his reputation when it came to winning was notorious. you didn't actually think that he would end up winning. when you bet against him that he would get out of the escape room last, you just said it because you really didn't think he could. you had told him to go to the toughest escape room, thinking he'd get stuck, but here he was, coming out of the escape room third with a proud smile on his face. and the words you promised echoed back in your head - "if you win i'll kiss you", you had told.

"babyy, looks like someone owes me huh", he tells as he walks up to you, looking at you, the smirk still on his face. "how'd you manage that", you ask. "i have my ways", he says giving you a wink.

later that evening at home, jeonghan doesn't shy away from reminding you that you still owe him a kiss. the thing was you didn't know if you should just give him a plain kiss on the cheek or on the lips...because you both have never shared a kiss on the lips before.

"a penny for your thoughts?", jeonghan asks, snapping out of your head as he stands next to you, leaning against the doorframe. you smile softly. "where's my kiss baby? i'm gonna double this if i don't get it by today", he complains playfully, making you roll your eyes.

"alright, alright, your kiss is coming", you tell, chuckling as you stand up and walk towards him so that you're now standing in front of him. you're still looking at him, still torn between where to kiss him, feeling nervous all of a sudden. you really did want to kiss him - a real kiss. you've been so lost in your head that you don't realize that you've been staring at his lips for the last 30 seconds until he cutely pokes your cheek, making you meet his eyes.

"the kiss is going to double in the next minute", he teases, making you punch his arm playfully. you try to calm your nerves as you put your arms on his shoulders and lean in to kiss his cheek. but at the last moment, jeonghan's head turns and you end up kissing his lips instead. it's a quick peck before you realize what's happened and you pull away with a small gasp, covering a hand over your mouth in the process.

"your phone was ringing", jeonghan completes his sentence and it takes a few seconds for the kiss to sink into his mind before he's fighting the urge to smile. he wraps a hand around your waist and pulls you closer. you're so nervous. even though you've been close to jeonghan before, something the proximity between you both as you share a kiss is nerve-wracking. you gulp and look between his lips and his eyes.

"can i have another kiss?", he asks you sweetly, looking at you with adoration. "y-yeah", you mutter out and slowly lean in to kiss him again. he cups your cheek when your lips meet his, and he slowly moves his lips against yours, making your head spin. when he pulls away, you're almost breathless and you're sure that your cheeks have heated up.

"okay?", he asks softly and you nod your head, affirming a yes and he smiles. you move forward to peck his lips again and he grins, engulfing you in a hug as he tells you that he should make bets with you more often if kisses are his reward.

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[celestoria]

Cupid’s Game

A/n: Ahhhh, my first request. Don’t worry anon I actually found this very fun to write about that i immediately made a rough draft for the moment i read the ask.

Tags: porn with plot, dirty thoughts, penetration, oral (f), fingering, penetration, implied voice fetish, against the wall, overstimulation, hickeys

Words: 1.4k

Do not interact if you are 16 or below (17+)

The little glances you give whenever Dan Heng would enter the room, the faint smile he has when you tell him good night, and the endless hours you two would spend together without a single regard for the outside world. March has witnessed it all.

It’s still a shame despite the blatantly obvious chemistry between you and Dan Heng, neither had enough courage to make a move. To March, she believes that there is no need for such complications. She had enough of this endless pining and decided to take matters into her own hands.

“Hey, why don’t we play a game of truth or dare,” she said, cutting the silence in her room as you helped her sort out her pictures.

Dan Heng hummed. “It would be a great way to entertain us since we’ve been here for a while,” he commented. You shared the same sentiments as him. There’s no harm in peaceful quality time, however, the air feels hushed and out of character considering you’re in March’s room.

You agreed. March let out a giddy squeal and started the game. After several rounds, she got a little bold as she dared you to sit on Dan Heng’s lap for the entire game.

Though you nonchalantly accepted her dare, deep down you felt like you wanted to burst. You’ve had your fair share of spending time with each other such as walking around in a city you’ve never been to before or quietly reading together in the archives. But this was a whole new level of “closeness” you’re not sure you're ready for.

You occasionally glanced back at Dan Heng to see how well he’s been holding since both of you got stuck in this situation. Oftentimes you found his cold, reserved demeanor quite impossible to read, but seeing him up close it’s pretty clear he’s feeling the same way as you.

Neither of you wanted to be caught up in such a scene but you can’t say you hate it too.

Time flew by in a flash, and eventually, the game had to come to an end with all the polaroids finally sorted out in March’s albums. That was a relief. One minute more and you were sure you could never face Dan Heng for at least a week.

For Dan Heng, you could say the same...but for other reasons.

It was so hard to get his mind out of the gutter with you sitting on his lap while you wore that little skirt of yours. Your ass was pressed on his dick for such a long time, he was sure his dick hardened under his pants. He just hoped you didn’t notice it.

Debauched thoughts filled his mind throughout the whole game. He knew it was wrong but how can he stop when he’s been wanting you for all this time?

You left March’s room and in a flurry, Dan Heng grabbed you by the wrist and led you to the archives.

“Dan Heng, what are you-“ He pinned you up against the wall and your lips crashed together. His fingers intertwined within your hair and pulled you closer for a kiss frenzied with lust and yearning.

He pulled away, trying to control himself from going any further. “Look, if you want me to stop, tell me and we’ll pretend this never happened,” he said, your mouth barely an inch away from each other. He waited for your answer yet not even a single word has been said. He smirked and picked up where you last left it off. “I knew you liked me too,” he added in between kisses while hurriedly taking off your clothes.

Your limbs snaked around his waist and his hand caressed the curvatures of your body. Rough hands brought your thigh to his hips and the space between you getting closer to the point your body pressed on each other.

He grinded himself against you, earning the moan he always wondered what it would sound like. It was addicting to hear you cry out his name; he thought he’d only hear in the figment of his imagination.

Dan Heng got on his knees and pulled down your skirt and panties. He placed your leg over his shoulder, giving him good access to your soaking cunt. Hickeys colorfully marked the inner parts of your thigh as he made his way to your wet folds. His tongue lapped on your swollen clit, so desperate for his touch, causing your pussy to clench on nothing until he inserted fingers deep inside of you. With your pussy so eager for him, it was barely a hassle for him to curl them as his fingers soaked in your wetness.

You tried to hold back your moans, knowing the thin walls behind you were the only thing separating you from potential passersby. Dan Heng looked like a man with many secrets, but you never expected him to be the type of man to take such a large risk like this.

You tugged on his hair and bucked your hips while your clit began to throb. The two of you were barely started and he already has you wrapped around his fingers after making your wet pussy cum hard with his fingers.

Dan Heng slowly rose back up, his knees sore from stooping down to eat you out. The taste of your slick lingered in his lips and his tongue swirled around your mouth while he dowdily undid his pants. The tip of his cock prodded the entrance of your hole, already enough to cause shivers to run down your spine.

Without a warning, he inserted every inch of his dick, making you feel overwhelmed with how far he’s gotten inside you with one single thrust. You were so full of him and you tried to gulp back a moan as you bit your lip.

“Don’t hold anything back,” he demanded. “I want to hear you,” his voice ridden with desire as much as every little action his body advances on you, like how one hand groped on your sore thigh and the other skillfully kneaded your perked-up breast. His lips groaned with the taste of your name, making it sound so honey-sweet than ever before.

He felt ecstatic every time you sinfully mewl his name. It’s as if you turned a word he’s so used to hearing into something so sacred, only to be heard within the four walls confining you. Only you could make him rutt so needily to the point it felt near possible to control himself.

Your legs trembled more as he pounded your insides. “Please, I can’t take it anymore,” you pleaded, tears pooling in the side of your eyes and droplets staining your cheeks.

“A little more,” he rasped. “A little more. It won’t be too hard.”

Your mind went blank with how he’s been overstimulating you and your pussy ached while it clenched around his thick girth. He was so close to breaking you by the time his dick thrust in you one last time, spasming as ecstasy coursed through his veins.

He pulled out his dick, causing you to whimper and your juices to trickle down.  Your legs shook, making it difficult to stand alone. Noticing your struggle, Dan Heng scooped you up bridal style and placed you on his futon to give you the proper rest you deserve.

Carefully, he wiped up the mess he turned you into before wrapping you in his blanket, making sure you won’t end up with a cold.

“Go take a nap,” he replied. “I’ll make sure no one comes in.”

Draped in the warmth of the sheets that smells like him, you were still dumbfounded that something you thought you’d only dream about late at night would turn into reality— how he would ruthlessly plow you down one second then act so considerate and caring the moment after.

All things in the archives are open for everyone, but this little escapade of yours, an aftermath of a not-so-innocent dare, will remain your dirty little secret only the two of you will ever know.

[milk-ly]

Kotoko and her connection to Dante’s Inferno’s Satan

Disclaimer: This is just about symbolism and I know how it sounds but I promise I’m not trying to imply anything or demonize her! I love Kotoko! Ive just been repeatedly noticing details about the parallel for several months now and I just really want to bring it up! This is just an analysis of the details MILGRAM has provided for it. I’m incredibly sorry if I make a mistake!

Kotoko has a lot of parallels to Dante’s Inferno Satan, especially in relation to Es.

To make sure we’re all on the same page, Dante’s Inferno is a Christian poem that outlines the 9 circles of hell. MILGRAM directly references Dante’s Inferno by quoting it in all the t2 door arts.

“Abandon all hope, ye who enter.” A quote derived from a sign at the gate of hell in the poem.

Each ring of Hell contains sinners with different levels of sins, and each ring’s sin was meant to be worse the further inside you go. Ive seen a couple theories that each prisoner correlates with a specific ring of hell. (Ex: Haruka is ring 1, Limbo; Yuno is ring 2, lust; etc)

But Dante’s Inferno only outlines 9 rings, what about our 10th prisoner, Kotoko?

While it could be that she’s again the “outsider” to the other prisoners, the last section of the 9th ring of Hell is significant because it is the center of Hell, containing Satan. So it could be reasonably argued that Kotoko correlates with it.

MILGRAM already has a TON of religious references. One that I’ve seen pointed out is how it seems the cover art of each novel is a reference to a famous Christian art piece.

The Es in each novel seems to be where Jesus relatively is. Remember that Jesus is both the son of God AND God. God gives sinners their judgements which sounds very similar to Es and how they're giving the prisoners (the human sinners) their verdicts.

Plus, the quote Milgram quotes is on the doors the prisoners are entering, and in Dante’s inferno, it’s on the gate of hell so you can compare or theorize that MILGRAM is a parallel to (or straight up is) purgatory. And Es, being the one who decides the verdict, parallels God.

Also, her t2 VD is named “YONAH,” which is the masculine version of the name Jonah. Not only does this relate to her themes of masculinity again, Jonah is a name that originates from Hebrew origins which means “dove.”

It is also a reference to the book of Jonah. A main theme of this book is “Jonah wants God to operate on his timeline [...] He wanted God to dole out punishment on his clock instead of according to God's plan. Yet God showed Jonah that in his infinite wisdom, he can't and will not be rushed.” Which is pretty much exactly what happens in YONAH, and also once again compares Es to God.

Dante’s Inferno’s Satan was an angel, a splendid being, apparently the most perfect of God's creatures… an “Angel of light.” We/Es deemed Kotoko innocent in t1. She had the highest innocent percentage in t1 too because a lot of people thought her murder was justified. You know, the most perfect of God’s creatures. The most perfect out of the prisoners.

“We really can work together.”

But then Satan tried to usurp God.

“If you don’t have the strength on your own, let me take care of it. Es! I can do it in MILGRAM!”

Kotoko wants to be the prison guard because Es isn’t capable in her eyes.

Satan was ultimately sent to Hell and punished as "the ultimate sinner" for his betrayal of trying to usurp God.

We are now punishing Kotoko for her attempts to judge the prisoners herself and “usurp” Es. It works even better now that she has the highest guilty percentage in all of MILGRAM so far as the “ultimate sinner.”

As a lot know, Fuuta also has tons of religious references too. (Ex. His VD is titled Baptism by Fire) By him also passing judgements onto people, you could say that he was trying to play God.

What is that saying about us, the audience, then? And our parallel/foil to Fuuta/Kotoko?

Dante’s Inferno as a whole is very much based around the idea of “evil will be punished,” which not only encapsulates Kotoko’s ideals but MILGRAM’s as well. It makes sense that MILGRAM says that Kotoko is a perfect parallel to the facility.

(I also wanna mention that there's something that could be said about the holy trinity in relation to Es + the audience + jackalope. For example, how Jesus is God in the flesh and Es is the audience "in the flesh," by acting as a personified version of us to interact with the "human sinnners" but I feel like I might be going into tinfoil hat territory.)

[sugarbcnes]

— ꒰ abby anderson x ellie williams x f! reader ꒱ BRAINROT ! !

Imagine how pretty of a sight it is. Ellie is between your legs, tongue lapping and slurping at your juicy core until she’s drunk on the saccharine lacings of you on her taste buds. Her green eyes disappear behind tired eyelids as each hard thrust of Abby’s strap-on into her warm little cunt has her moaning straight into you. A large, strong palm flats over the freckled skin between Ellie’s shoulder blades, causing a muffled grunt to escape her lips as she’s roughly shoved further into you, nose nudging your clit. It’s a ripple effect and the reaction has you gasping as your hips jump. Abby’s fingers find Ellie’s clit, circling the puffy little bud as the brunnettes hands tremble against your thighs.

“Atta girl.”

She immerses in the sight of her girls dizzy and drunk off of each other, watching their synced orgasms ripple and crash through their bodies. Oh what a sight to see. her girls.

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