#where is my AWARD

[twinknote]

local man commits act of extreme bravery and strength (getting in the shower)

[br1ghtestlight]

personally I think more people should be impressed that i went like three entire months being suicidal 24/7 every single day no medication no therapy no psych ward no friends being actively starved in the worst living circumstances Ever and i still didnt kill myself. i didnt even smoke or drink or do drugs i was rawdogging life AND I WON‼️‼️

[elephantbitterhead]

I resumed lifting weights ~4mos ago and while unfortunately I am not yet rippling with muscle, I can now unhook like 75% of my bras simply by clasping my hands behind my back & flexing my shoulders.

[pluttskutt]

steve: distracted but I'm on top of things now 👍

eddie: I thought you weren't topping rn haha

steve: got me there 🙈

[swannsways]

favorite Angus Tully's quotes, The Holdovers (2023) dir. Alexander Payne

[loveisliquor]

“Your last first date— mm—“ she doesn’t get to finish the sentence before he’s blowing raspberries against her neck. “Baby--“ she squeals, before dissolving into giggles. there’s something so soft—so free about being with him, about giving into his gravitational pull and all of the softness that follows, all of his touch. It’s maddening. It’s beautiful.

“You were looking at me like you suspected I’d done it before— and you know it—“ she sticks her tongue out at him. His questioning only makes her laugh and she pauses as if truly considering the question. “No— absolutely not. Well— my dad did get his mom a house when he first made it. But short of her and me— we’ve kept all gifts to things that can fit in….a storage container. I’m more of a sentimental gifter actually— so—“ she pulls his finger playfully. “There.” It’s childish, a silly retort and the smile that follows is so wide, so open. He has her, open— in a way she hasn’t been a long time. She gets lost in his touch again, drowns in yet another kiss.

She listens intently to the picture he paints, to what he needs, and the part of her she buries under her cynicism wakes up to. Thinking of all the ways she can be there for him, all the ways she can give him what he needs. She likes this too, the idea of him and her, soaking in warmth after a long day appeals more than it hasn’t any right to. It feels like they’ve known each other for years— like she’s always just made space for him in her life. “Snacks, cuddling, a massage, a bath— got it.” She doesn’t expect the tears, for a moment she’s a little puzzled—but she waits it out. “Okay— sure. Just let me know when you do, baby.” Her voice is softer now, and she tilts her head, cups his cheek and kissing him softly, slowly. “I really like you too.” The moment turns into something languid, effortlessly tender. “A lot.” She murmurs softly. He starts his list, murmurs the words against her lips and she feels herself getting lost in him again. It’s so easy— how quickly her world shrinks, until it’s just him and the way he pulls all of her to the surface, and gets her to shed all of her layers.

You scared? There’s a part of her that’s terrified, at the unending hunger in the pit of her stomach, of the way she wants him with an almost single-minded determination. The way it doesn’t seem to go away. Or the way it isn’t just physical. It’s all terrifying for a girl too used to compartmentalising her feelings, or burying them all together. Theo wears all of it on his face, in his voice— and it’s intoxicating. “Oh— I’m terrified.” She gives him a dreamy smile— “But I couldn’t be happier about it.” He kisses her like a man starved, a hand on her jaw— feeding the hunger in her gut. It’s too much, it’s just enough. He makes a pretty picture from here, his brow furrowed as her mouth works him over. There’s something intoxicating about pulling sounds from him, about the way sliding her mouth down his cock seems to unravel him a little. She’s desperate for it too, wants to be the reason he loses control. He calls her pretty, with his cock buried down her throat, and she feels her heart and her cunt clench— because fuck it if she doesn’t feel beautiful when he moans for her like that. She sees him glance up, but she’s too focused on him to get a good look. He fucks her mouth gently— and she’s good about it, opens up her throat as much as she can, sucks greedily. She takes as much of him as she can get. Good girl? She moans around his length in acknowledgment. When he pulls out she’s breathless, in the best way. He kisses her and its filthy, hungry— desperate kiss. She’s eager for it— for more of him, wants as much as she can get. She pouts when he pulls away and shivers when his thumb brushes against her bottom lip. It’s intimate, and she feels her core tighten in response. She nods an answer first, “yeah— I want more.” She leans in, lets the head of his cock rest on her bottom lip for a second before she licks it, laps him up-- with lazy flicks of her tongue. “Please? Baby? I want it. I want more—” She pulls away, looks up at him. “I’ll be your best girl.”

“it is…it’s very intimate, but i know that, at the end of the day, it’s porn. we’re making it for other people to watch, so i have to keep that perspective in mind,” theo sighed, “it’s a lot, but i enjoy what i do…can’t complain too much.” the urge to hide away was strong when billie mentioned how shy he got, how cute it was, but the mention of their future marriage has his heartstrings in knots. “oh, so this is my last first date? you sure about that?” he teased her back, blowing raspberries into her neck. god, he hoped so.

theo had a feeling that an edible arrangement was a foreign concept in the hendrix household, if billie’s reaction to the phrase was anything to go by. “the fact that you had to clarify that was a joke…terrifies me,” he laughed warily, swiping a citrusy hand over his mouth. “have you gifted a house before, billie? tell the truth,” he grilled her, tongue-in-cheek. he sputtered out another round of laughter at billie's rhetorical question. "okay, alright." the kisses were his white flag, surrendering to her irresistible wiles.

no one outside of work had ever asked him about aftercare, and even then, it might have only been a couple recurring co-stars. theo was taken aback. judging by how the night had gone, he shouldn't have been. "well, it looks a lot like this...getting clean together. talking...cuddling. a massage if we're not too spent -- snacks! that's pretty much it." his smile was so wide. he looked over at billie, asking him about his boundaries and feelings. right then, after all that happened that night, it overwhelmed him. he thanked the heavens that they were already wet, so the hot tears weren't so obvious. "uh..i don't...i don't know yet. i have to work on that -- you're amazing, by the way," theo nodded, wiping his mouth to hide the tremble of his lip, "i just...i really like you." he recovered quickly with a small grin, and a kiss to her temple. billie's list, along with her physical demonstration, offered a welcome distraction. "i mean...i loved it. let's just say in no particular order," theo met her halfway with another world building kiss. "your lips are number one," he whispered against them, paying special attention to each one.

then they're gone, back into something erotic and filthy. he'd felt himself growing stiff against her back since he brought up their time in the back of eddie's car. by the time billie faced him again, he was aching for her -- only her. "i never said it was a bad thing...i can't get enough of you either." it was true. he was obsessed with her. "you scared?" theo teased -- he was terrified, but it felt too good to deny himself. there was a hunger in the way he kissed her, with a firm hand at her throat, holding her jaw steady until his cock twitched with need. his hands moved to grip the tubs edged, and he could barely catch his breath as she pumped, determined. his eyes darted towards their reflection at her words. it was a scene -- a contrast of theo's pale, sharp lines with billie's umber curves -- just as she took him to her mouth, soft and warm. "you feel like heaven," he countered the persimmons claim between deep sighs. as her head dipped further into his lap, the crinkle in his brow grew more defined. "billie...what the fuck...it feels so good." catching her gaze, he pushed any wet strands of hair out of her face, "and you look so pretty." he glanced up at their mirrored image. a wave of pleasure sent shivers up his spine at the feeling of his cock, nearly swallowed. he pushed himself to stand in the body of water -- hips thrusting gently as he kept her head against him. "good girl," theo finally exhaled when he pulled out after a beat, bending forward to kiss her. and it was messy and wet, and he loved every second of it. "you okay?" he ran his thumb across her bottom lip. "you want some more? ...say please," theo held his length, gently grazing the head against its plumpness.

[fan-a-tink]

Something about how loudly Edwin says Charles' name in this scene has been driving me insane and I think I've finally figured out why.

When Charles finds Edwin in hell, Edwin is rolled into a little ball of misery, covered in blood and quietly sobbing. It's probably a position he's developed over decades, making himself as small as possible, being as quiet as possible, trying to take up as little space as possible. He's almost pretending he doesn't exist in order to stretch out the moments before the spider finds him and the loop starts again.

And then Charles says his name and Edwin looks up and sees Charles, and it's like all of his defenses just vanish. He doesn't whisper Charles' name, he says it, loudly, as if he has completely forgotten where he is and that they need to be quiet. He gets up, unfurls his limbs, slowly standing up to his full height, taking up space again. Every instinct in his body should tell him to stay hidden and as invisible and silent as possible, but Charles has just smiled at him, and Edwin speaks again, asking "Is that you?" and letting out a shaky breath of relief.

He is completely vulnerable and exposed now, like Charles' arrival has made him completely forget that they are in hell and that he could be ripped apart by a spider doll demon at any moment. All the defences he has built up over literal decades just completely crumble as soon as he hears Charles' voice.

And then the spider comes and rips him away, and I don’t think it would have done (at least not yet), had Edwin not alerted it to his presence like that. I think that’s why this moment wouldn’t let go of me, because I always thought it shouldn’t be this easy for Edwin to abandon a survival tactic he has developed over decades of torture. But all it takes is Charles being there, and Edwin forgets everything else.

[annqer]

Penacony welcomes you!! Only now for the low low price of your soul, you too can spend your life in the land of dreams!!

[earlycuntsets]

frank: I spilled coffee all over me. thank you. I was so excited that we won! I high fived fall out boy... and then spilled my coffee i'm sorry. uh we have some people we wanted to thank real quick

gerard: first thing we uh, we wanna thank our fans because they are the best fans in the world. that the main thing. we've got some people at home. our crew, our work crew that sticks by us every day and we know they're home so we want to shout out to them incase they're watching.

crunche from 2006 mychemicalteam.br (brazil)

02/21/2006 trl awards

they won "best group that actually plays instruments"

edit of oliviaa's clip (yt)

[simplykorra]

sometimes the simple truth of being alive just...moves me

[its-always-sunny-in-city17]

and they were roommates

[casualavocados]

You think things have to be possible? Things have to be true!

Amir Wilson as WILL PARRY HIS DARK MATERIALS 2.07 | Æsahættr —The Subtle Knife: Chapter 15

[epickiya722]

I adore Hatsume so much!

[zarla-s]

I was cleaning up some broken links on my old silly Pokemon fansite, the Neglected Pokemon Lovers Unite (NPLU), and I realized that it has now been open for 25 years. TWENTY. FIVE. YEARS. That is an ASTONISHING amount of time for a site to stay open! Even if the last substantial update was like back in 2009 lol. The world around it has changed so much, but I think it's still valuable as a time capsule of a certain time on the internet. I wrote up a new essay about it on the site and did some general clean-up here and there.

Anyway to that end, since so much of the fic and art there is so old, I decided to compare Radic's oldest form to his newest! Radic was always a human boy but I just couldn't draw humans at the time so I made him a furry lol. Eventually I figured it out.

I also thought it'd be a neat challenge to mimic my own style back when it was really wonky and bad. And it was! It was kind of fun actually. I don't have too many shots of Radic from back then (it was hard to get art on the internet in the late 90's-early 00's), but I do have a few - hugging Kitsune, two old kiribans if you want to compare. I had a lot more old shots of Parasects though to reference unsurprisingly, they were very triangular lol. I think I did a pretty good job of matching what my art used to look like. I had a clear see-through Gameboy back in the day if you can't tell what Radic is holding lol.

("Isn't Radic the faceless avatar of your gamer self as depicted in Handplates-" yes, but Pokemon!Radic is the only one that actually became his own character, all the rest are shells)

If you do go poking around the NPLU, please keep in mind that almost everything there is very old and most of the fic and art is pretty bad (and shockingly violent). Plz do not judge me! My younger self was a cringey weeb but she was trying very hard. :<

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[brazen-art]

Attack on @rolex-kaard for Art Fight!

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

Who knew it would take Taylor falling into a family full of competitive professional athletes to have her own competitiveness and domination be fully embraced and celebrated on main