#what id give...

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price and Linda Ho -

Confessions of an Opium Eater (1962)

[yuutaguro]

out of office 🏝️

[herd-reject-arts]

So I'm leaving work and something darts in front of me, maybe 10ft away, too fast for me to see what it is. Peek around the tree blocking my path and I see this

Just like... a whole ass hawk. Dude's gotta be about 1.5ft tall. Massive fucking bird. And it's just staring me straight in my soul like this, even as I try to move ahead. It didn't budge. And there's only this path back to my car unless I want to walk on a busy highway. So I have the option of Death By Raptor or Death By Truck.

So I walk in the poison ivy filled patch off the sidewalk. Guy still isn't moving. Still staring me directly in the eyes. And I do this thing when animals are behaving strangely where I'll talk to them, so I'm just like, "Hey, man. I don't know you. You don't know me. This feels really threatening. I'm just trying to get to my car, dude. Can I get some space please? You're a big fucking bird. I see those claws. You could kill me right now, but I'd appreciate if you didn't, ok?"

It didn't move until I was about 2ft away. Again: I'm as far from it as I can be without walking into the street. It clearly wasn't going to budge. I walk past, thing flies up (silent, btw. Scary) and lands on a brick wall a little further ahead

Anyway. Weird guy. Nearly shit my pants when I noticed a bird big enough to carry off a fully grown cat was just... there, staring me in the face, unwilling to move away from me, a human, something it should see as a threat. I watched behind me the whole rest of the way to my car, just in case this bird decided to help me shed this mortal coil. 10/10 experience. Super cool guy.

[geezmarty]

karlach and the benefits of having a sorcerer gf

[caruliaa]

staff still hasn't given me polls, what should i do?

🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪 their moms 69%

🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪 their dads 31%

grace image os i get to look at her

[itwasthereaminuteago]

You have just completely obliterated me, I'm in bits, smithereens. I hope you're happy ☠️

Fictober Day 18: Mirror Sex

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Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Prompt: Mirror Sex (✨)

Summary: Matt decided to move a mirror before your bed.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), mirror sex, slight dom!Matt, dirty talk, use of "good girl"

Word Count: 902

Read Me On AO3! (Coming soon)

He turned the floor-length mirror you brought into the relationship toward the bed. You didn’t think much of it, at first—you were too focused on his head between your legs, lapping at your pussy like a man starved, to pay much mind to the inanimate object—until he told you, “Turn around. On your stomach, now.”

That is how you got here, ass in the air and staring at your reflection in the mirror as Matt thrusts his thick cock into your cunt from behind. 

“Look at you,” he grunts, pushing his hips into yours. “Tell me what you see.”

He can hear it. He can hear how fast you’re breathing, those moans that get stuck in your throat when you are overwhelmed, and he can feel how tightly your walls are clutching him. Matt can feel you all around him, but he can’t see you. He can’t see your eyes rolled back into your head, can’t see the way your back is arching, or how your skin glistens in the purple light of the Billboard streaming in from outside. He can’t see how fucking lewd you look, and you have hardly seen it yourself. 

He wants you to experience this in a way close to what he is experiencing every time he fucks you. Every time he gives you pleasure or takes it in return. He wants you to see what he is doing to you, and paint him a picture his brain will never forget. 

The room is filled with the obscene slapping of skin against skin, wetness trickling down his cock and onto his thighs, as he takes you hard enough for your pussy to remember him for days to come. 

You won’t be able to walk when he is done with you.

He curls his fingers around your neck and hoists you up. “Eyes up,” he commands. “Focus.”

You cry out. The sight of you is entirely too much. 

“Tell me what you see. C’mon.”

You can see his hand around your throat, his index finger resting against your lips as you choke out pieces of a sentence. 

Your breasts jolting every time he thrusts into you. 

Your back arched.

His cock disappearing in your wet cunt.

Your swollen clit. 

Hickeys on every inch of skin he could find before. 

And you can see him. You can see his brows furrowed, lips parted and abs straining. His thick thighs are broad enough for you to catch them behind yours, thrusting and thrusting and thrusting, barely pulling out before he slides back into you. 

You can barely breathe, barely even talk. When you go silent though, he squeezes his fingers against your pulsepoint, and he commands you to tell him again. To tell him what you see. 

It is like watching porn, almost. You watch yourself get taken apart by him, and it pushes you closer to the edge. It curls the beginnings of an orgasm in the pit of your belly, so intense that you can’t help but cry for mercy. 

Matt hoists you up even higher, chest against your back. His heart is hammering to the beat of yours. 

“See that?” He cups your pussy. “See how fucking wet you are, sweetheart? Hm?” 

He has never looked hotter, you think. Eager fingers rub at your clit, and you watch as he brushes against his own cock. It makes him hiss. It makes him twitch, buried deep in your velvety walls. 

God, you won’t last like this.

His fingers speed up. “I want you to see what you look like when you come,” he says. “I want you to watch. Watch you come all over my cock. Watch me fill you up. Watch…”

You clench around him, eyes threatening to close. He takes your breath away with a simple flick of his fingers, and you have no choice but to watch as your orgasm washes over you.

What strikes you most though is what he looks like when he comes from this angle, spilling deep inside you. You feel him, and you can see him, and you come the hardest you have in your entire life. 

For a moment, you black out. You can’t see or feel anything other than his cum leaking out of you. You can’t breathe under his hand, but oxygen seems useless anyway. You’re not alive, you’re not existing, you’re just there. You’re there and nowhere, floating in a bubble between space and time as you so often do, but it takes an eternity for the wave to subside. It continues to crash and drown you, and it almost kills you. 

Matt barely catches your fragile body as you collapse in on yourself. 

“Shhh,” he coos, lowering the two of you back down on the bed.

He is fragile—overly sensitive and overstimulated, too—but in this moment, you are all that matters to him. 

“You so well,” he tells you. “Take a deep breath.”

You inhale, following the steady rise and fall of his chest to come back to reality. 

“Good girl. I’m so proud of you.”

When you look in the mirror this time, you find yourself safe and sound wrapped in his arms, and everything falls back in place.

“That was…” you trail off. 

Again, Matt shushes you. He squeezes your hand. Three times. I love you. 

You squeeze back. Four times. I love you too.

You might keep the mirror where it is, after all. 

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[wolfythewitch]

Do you think Jesus ever felt homesick. Do you think he missed his mom

[cuppajj]

i had a vision

[xxplastic-cubexx]

cherik as that one pink nightgown and blue pajamas holding a candle picture

this is so rushed but like. but like i see the vision and i needed to share it with all of you ok. pov you got caught raiding the fridge at 3AM

[diamondnokouzai]

if magneto knew what the internet was then he would post to r/aita as often as possible and all his posts would be the top posts of the year. thats the kind of drama hes going through. he also gets permabanned from r/mutants for advocating violence

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price as Charles Dexter Ward/Joseph Curwen

The Haunted Palace (1963) dir. Roger Corman

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker.

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[bulbabutt]

don can't sleep and needs a second opinion. good thing raphie's always there and knows exactly how to help

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[thats-sir-dyke-to-you]

I've always been curious to know this about the people around me. Most people have been in severe pain, but in my experience few have had what they would say is their 10/10 experience. I guess it's just something I find fascinating, as I had my 10/10 experience quite young and I sometimes forget that not everyone has. In my opinion it changes your relationship with pain and how you engage with it afterwards. If you answered yes, feel free to elaborate on your circumstances in the tags!

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[minionsuncle]

What if we were twins and we had to fend for ourselves growing up until we went on a space exploration mission that put us in a 100 year loop and when you died I was forced to forget everything about you for years?

[yuno-karei]

Misfits water gun fight! Who will emerge victorious? Only one way to find out

I did this piece for one of the @mairumadevizine prints! It was also done long before the beach chapters in the manga and I really just... balled with their designs