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[amygdalae]

Killbren Throbbles the Deep Gnome. worlds most violent (and tossable) vengeance paladin

[shiveringgroovy]

READ MY- [gets shot, still clawing at my microphone croaking out my last words] FANFICTION BOY

Summary: Siglai brainrot drabble sorry for the recent shitshow of drabbles you guys can hit me with bricks it's fine Rating: T Word Count: 527

i'm genuine dogshit at titles i can't do song lyrics otherwise you're getting some shit like "blood and brains on my marmalade" (hit by a rock - throbbling gristle) on a fluffy fic because i have the worst music taste known to man

[savagesneversleepnyc]

THE HEAD OF THE STAFF INFECTION

As we cross paths

And laughed so easy

The drips of drops that time unwinds to us so kind is in infinite array as we display our colors too as BIRDS OF PARADISE

ARE WISE TOO shake a bit of plumage and groove to the BE BOP and JIVE as we SHUFFLE and RUFFLE feathers more clever from DEVINE PIGEON

KINGS AND QUEENS

WHITE PASS OVER HEAD

SUBLIME GREY AND CLEVER

Hungry for a bite of PIZZA as we on the block ALL ARE TOO

DEE TWO RAMONE

BLITZKRIG BOP

DONT STOP

THE BODY ROCK

UPTOP on the block COMMANDER SPOCK has got NEPTUNES VENUS DE MILO GOES TO COLLAGE

ON LOCK DOWN

AS WE CRAWL UP THE WALLS

WITH A SAWS ALL

AND FACE AN INJUSTICE

SYSTEM OF A DOWN THROBBLING

GRIZZLE and a TOOL of

FAITH NO MORE…

7:24am MH KNICKERBOCKER BK NYC….

OGE IZU 314

[musicmommy]

Something's Wrong With Andre's Little Girl 🏳‍🌈🐬🫧🍾🪑🚪🚦🎊👾🎛📽🎭🎬

"Daddy!" Christina cried running into the room for "Andre Rieu! I don't wish for us to get married, I just want to be your baby girly." 😭

She slowly crept and placed the front of her softly to Andre and lifted her arms some and sorta slowed down stiffly and drooping. She lost face to him.

Andre looked forcefully down at her and bent down sternly and lovingly with knowing and said, "Come up here my little girly right now," and embraced her sorta today frail and trembling body from under with one of his two strong hands her girlycrotch with love and assurance, a little silly with joy all for her then but with knowing and the other hand rubbed across the top of her back with a little massage and grasped the near underarm easily lifting her up to him. He slowly lifted her up looking at her with strength in the eyes piercing to him. She stopped and drooped and he looked at her and quickly pulled her to him and embraced her and began to massage her and massage her crotch fervently, pushed her girlycrotch into him pushing from her booty in him. He lifted her chest back and put his face in her and shook her back and fervently massaged her crotch. He sat down and lay her on him holding her to him and rubbed her tummy and cramp, cradling her to him and kissing her lips a lot for a long time. He cried over her sweetly saying he loved her and lifted her torso and the back of her thighs to him and rocked her somewhat fervently. She woke up sleepily looking up at him blankly and he looked at her sadly and massaged her girlycrotch fervently and giggled and looked at her and said he wouldn't let anything happen to her. She sobbed and he kissed her on the lips a lot until she stopped. "Okay!" he said, "It's time for your bath."

He brought her over and said, "Okay, let's see," and he undressed her gently. She put a hand from her becoming naked body on him. "This time, I'm not coming in naked," he said. He put her in the tub. He turned on the water. She trembled with her private trembling, warmm throbbling hardly able to stand. "Wait, I'm coming in," he said. He sit her down. He came back in some clothes for water. He lay her on him and rubbed her with a washcloth. He washed her hair. He was very mature over her diabetic little body. She felt a little sick. He got to rubbing her checking all over, as she felt under his hypnosis. She felt like she'd been staying up hoping to be able to study and keep focus. "Okay, Sweety, my little angel of Heaven, I think I need to put you to bed but I'll hold you the whole time, now." He dried and dressed her and carried her over to a sofa and lay her on him and then put her frontside on him and kept hand over girlycrotch and other hypnotically rubbing and she fell fast asleep and he did not give up til it was time for him to with her already stimulated into his body, ready to wake up for the coming day when she was ready.

[jonbutter]

best part about thanksgiving? remembering the first time bobby did his guy fieri impression

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geROGERigegege and me 

[it-stheaulifeforme]

It had been at least 2 days since you had gone missing, which had been especially worrying since the palace had a neighbouring forest that wasn’t the most safe to be wandering around in. It was even more worrying since you had gone out with more than a few guards considering your status as a royal, and yet some undeniably disturbing force had appeared to have ripped you away without a trace. Even the guards had disappeared.

You weren’t aware of just how upset and even angry Edgar had been at your disappearance, most likely because you were in a state of shock when you had woken up, confused and in an entirely different part of the forest. Your head throbbled as you shakily got up and stumbled forward, a sharp pain making itself aware in your right side as a dark, bloody stain on your clothes went from just underneath your chest to halfway down your thigh.

It was enough that you were bruised besides that, feeling the tenderness of walking across grassy and mossy ground through the trees as you wrapped your cloak tightly around your body in a futile attempt to stop you bleeding so much and to hide to from view.

It was evening, and the fading sunlight slanting through the trees cast exaggerated shadows across the forest floor that raised the hairs on the back of your neck and you wearily looked over your shoulders. How long had it been? How could you not remember anything that happened? You blamed your lack of a sense of direction on your delirium and the pain in your head, growing more and more fearful as you felt you were going around in circles, where the forest just looked way too familiar every single time.

You were breathing heavily, shaking from tiredness, from your injury, from the cool air as night began to descend, curling yourself ever more into your cloak as your footsteps got more and more unsteady and you now were practically shuffling across the ground in an attempt to keep going and not lose hope.

You had been ignoring the pain, mainly of the wound that you were pretending didn’t exist, for a while, when you had become aware of a thudding of hooves and shouts in the distance. Well, it might have been a distance, but your eyes refused to adjust and the sound felt drowned out by the throbbing pain in your head.

There was a familiar voice you could make out, though, and you wondered how close you were to the outskirts of the town. Edgar had probably been deciding to personally look for you with more of his guards, feeling that fear once again on just how long it had been. You were too weak though to panic, legs collapsing underneath you before his hands caught you before you felt an urgent need to be painfully sick and managed to turn away to do so before you collapsed on the ground.

“I’m fine, I’m fine...” you found yourself deliriously repeating, swallowing and trying to breathe as your head was spinning, “I’m fine, I’m sorry, I...”

You couldn’t remember much after that, not even remembering your body’s desperate need to black out and rest at that point, though you vaguely recalled the sensation of being carried and then the sensation of passing through a forest, the sound of hooves thudding across ground under you.

Time again seemed to feel like nothing when you blearily opened your eyes, the familiar feel of the bed underneath and sheets that were pulled up to just below your neck. You became all too aware of the ache that spread across your body and you groaned in an attempt to push yourself up.

“Don’t,” a soft voice said, a hand gentle against your chest, “you’re injured enough as it is. You need to rest.”

You blinked up, one of the palace doctor’s trying to ease you back against the pillows. Your body didn’t appear to have a complaint, letting yourself lie back down. You felt tender and fragile, cursing the injuries that ached deeply in your body and were now accompanied by small hisses and slow, shaky breathing.

“You’re in pretty bad shape. Just relax.”

You heard the audible opening and closing of the door, followed by shoes against the wooden floor. You curled up against the pillow, unable to see who it was but you had a particularly good guess. It was a recognisably firm voice, but you felt somewhat nervous at seeing him. It was an inevitability, of course, and you were the only one he was truly soft around and had fondness for, but in this moment in time, you felt almost wrong despite the position you were in.

The footsteps stopped. “May you leave us for a while? I haven’t seen them since...well...what happened. I need to speak to them.”

The doctor seemed almost instant in his reply. “Of course, sire. Just ask me if you require anything.” His figure disappeared from view and was replaced with the visage of Edgar, as the sound of the door once again opened and shut.

You looked away from his concerned features, an additional sickness rising. No matter how much friendlier he was with you, it was still foreign to you that such a man could act like this towards you. Especially with what had happened. You felt like you blamed yourself, considering how insistent you were to go out. It was for something important, you tried to tell yourself. But you couldn’t make eye contact with him.

He sat down on the edge of the bed near you, feeling it depress right next to you. You just wanted to sleep all of this off. It was enough that you couldn’t remember what happened and how bad you felt about it, curling up more in the sheets as a result.

You felt a hand against your side and you flinched, whether from the nerves, or the pain, or both. He moved it away, and you heard the audible sound of him clearing his throat.

“I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner,” he said, still not used to the softness in his voice, “I know the forest was unsafe, but...not like this.” He paused, reflecting on his remark as you still didn’t look at him. His voice became a bit firmer in tone. “Do you remember anything that happened?”

You shifted nervously, trying to ignore how any slight movement affected your injuries. You didn’t want to say anything, but he seemed insistent, and you became frankly more aware that you’d rather not push him away. Not that that would make you feel any less bad about the incident, of course.

“Mhmmm...” you murmured, staring at the wall opposite you, “I remember being out walking with the guards...I didn’t feel well. One moment everything was fine, next moment they had all disappeared and I woke up in a different part of the forest.”

There was a silence. “That doesn’t explain your injuries. Your right side was bleeding when I pulled back your cloak.”

You felt a warmth rise across your face. Of course he’d find out; not like you were already sick and embarrassed enough already being found in the forest heavily injured and delirious with no idea what had happened.

You swallowed. “Thanks for your concern, Edgar, but I woke up like that, confused, with no idea what happened. It didn’t even feel that long, but if I had an answer, I’d tell you.” That came out harsher than you thought, and you couldn’t help but look up at him. If he was stung by that comment, he didn’t show it. Still, you felt bad regardless.

“How long was I gone?” you asked, changing the subject. As far as you were aware, it had felt like time hadn’t passed at all. Magic certainly felt to blame, but for what purpose and how the events had come to pass was still more than incomprehensible.

He seemed to pause anxiously at this comment. You wondered how this man managed to have a fondness for someone to appear like this at their return from a disappearance.

“A week.”

You felt a panic in the pit of your stomach. “A week?” you repeated back in bemusement, feeling ever more worse about your disappearance. You hated causing worry, weighing on your mind more than anything else, and to know that he’d been searching for you for a week sat in your chest like a heavy rock.

You felt bad for showing emotion, even if he was used to it, but he could notice the distress in your eyes. You tried to push yourself back up, despite your injuries, but he put his hands on your shoulders to stop you.

“It’s okay...look at me,” he insisted in an affable tone and you couldn’t help but be fixated on those blue eyes despite yourself, “it’s okay. I feel awful I didn’t find you sooner.” He paused momentarily as you were unable to figure out a response. “I remember what you said when I found you. It’s okay. I only wish I had been with you when this happened.”

You couldn’t comprehend what he was talking. You didn’t want this from him, no, he shouldn’t be saying this.

“Don’t---” you started, almost pleading, “don’t say that. I disappeared for a week that you spent worrying about me. I never wanted that.”

You were begging yourself not to cry, not in front of him. This felt wrong, no matter how long you had been with him, or even just known him. You were more than vulnerable here, emotionally and physically, and here he was caring about you.

“I’m sorry---it’s a week neither of us expected and you’re here. Don’t blame yourself for what you couldn’t control,” he stated, appearing to search in your eyes for something, “and I know it’s not me, but in all honesty, time spent worrying about you is worth every minute if it means finding you again.”

Your voice seemed to stick in your throat, your mind ever more confused even after some of the delirium had lifted. Even after all this time, he had never said this to you, though ever since meeting him, there hadn’t been quite such a life altering event. You wondered how much it had spurred this on or if he had meant to say anything earlier. You’d been alone enough times but this seemed...like a whole different time.

“You’re just saying that.” Your eyes were shimmering, as you still felt in a state of disbelief. Did you want him here or what?

“No, I’m not,” he insisted, but his voice remained calm and understanding, “I know you don’t want to believe that, knowing me, but I mean it.”

“Why didn’t you say this earlier?” he asked, sounding demanding and feeling your voice crack under emotion.

He didn’t appear to be able to answer that, but he continued to look at you as if to make you believe what he was saying. You didn’t feel the energy to believe anything, physical or otherwise, but his eyes and furrowed brow seemed to be speaking enough words to strike up a trance. It was undeniable that regardless, you didn’t want him to leave.

“Just...” you managed to say, the words now stuck in your throat, “at least stay until I fall asleep again.” It maybe wasn’t the words to hear or say, but maybe you’d both know what each other meant at this current moment.

You could see that something was there, but you were more concentrated on how much your body hurt, whether out of a lack of energy or out of addressing what Edgar had said or how you really felt about what happened. If there was any anger about who or what had done this to you, it had not demonstrated itself from his current behaviour and words. This kind of care for another human being felt foreign to you, and maybe this wasn’t the time.

You gently let him lie you back down and pull the sheets up. There were other ways you had been vulnerable with him, but honestly, saying anything about emotions wasn’t one of them. It was easy to shut down anything like that when you were alone even if the other could see it. This was a whole different level of vulnerability to comprehend considering too many things.

He appeared to reflect on something, briefly glancing away before looking back at you. “Of course,” he replied, a smile appearing on his lips, “I don’t have anything else happening right now.” He paused as you lay against the pillow, humming as your eyes closed. “I’d rather be here, anyway.”

[puil]

throbble

[ask-the-harlem-newsies]

I- I woke you up. Maybe I shouldntve so suddenly. Im sorry darling. *she hugs him back, starting to feel her ankle throbbling again* Do you wanna talk about it?- Hazel

Runner: N-No its okay- thank you f-for w-waking me..  *they shake their head* I- I dont want to.. pl-please dont make me.

[holywordsandwater]

I can feel my jaw unhinged

It is beginning in the corner

A throbbling tasteless (sweet)

Void

A bubble of air popping up

Is it trying to get out?

Is something going to go in?

My jaw

Full of teeth

Is going to open, soon

Will I swallow

Or be consumed?

[seattlespeedometer]

Sad to hear about the passing of Genesis P Orridge today. P-Orridge was best known for starting Throbble Gristle, the mid-'70s band that invented industrial music and greatly influenced the post-punk, and literary everything else... then started Psychic TV and numerous other huge projects! When I worked at @cainsballroom I was in charge of the entertainment before the show. When P-Orridge, @pigface_official and @flowersfightforsunshine came to town I shuffled them around from record stores to radio stations during the day. That night their show was unlike anything I had ever seen and had a huge impact on me forever. He could have had the biggest ego and had the chops to pull it off, but was the kindest, nicest and most complementary human. #seattlespeedometer #genisisporridge #pigface https://www.instagram.com/p/B9uxYr5DBvH/?igshid=o8ht9pknzre7

[wobblemywebs-a]

wobbly wobbbly wobble wobble. peter make me throbble

this is for you, whoever you are

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Roger in the wind - Dungeness - June 2017

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Grinning in the graveyard (Abney Park, Stoke Newington). Newly twenty-six.

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Yesterday, Roger and I went cycling together for the first time. Then we had toasted rye bread with houmous and watched some of that tennis. 

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Went to cool (quite warm) places on Sunday.