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notbrucewayne48 · 4 months
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"aphobia doesn't exist"
bitch literally not that long ago an aroace youtuber animator was insulted by almost half of its community for being it
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bixels · 11 days
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Cozy Glow is such an interesting litmus test for die-hard bronies. I was checking r/mlp to prep a post and there’s a discussion post about how she deserved what she got and. How do I tell bronies that children should not be tried as adults. How do I tell bronies that psychopaths and sociopaths deserve human rights and treatment and support. How do I tell bronies that cruel and unusual punishments are bad. How do I tell bronies that the death penalty is wrong. How do I tell bronies that a ruling body should not have absolute say over putting someone to death, least of all a 6-year-old child.
These are all my recent google searches.
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emotional-emotion · 1 year
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Seinfeld (1989 - 1998) 6.23 The Face Painter
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seaweedstarshine · 4 months
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“They engineered a psychopath to kill you.” “Totally married her. I'd never have made it here alive without River Song.”
Sources: Let's Kill Hitler, Diary of River Song: My Dinner With Andrew, Closing Time, The Husbands of River Song, Diary of River Song: The Furies, Diary of River Song: Animal Instinct, The Ruby's Curse, Time of the Doctor
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Nothing scares me more than a person who believes an abuser can be anything in the world..except for neurotypical.
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Forever grateful that heartbreaker high S2 gave us a TRUE love triangle.
Unfortunate that it had to come at the cost of one of them being a classic school shooter white boy and also the school but yk what baby steps
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astarlightmonbebe · 1 year
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the appeal of yeojeong as a normal guy who’s just a little bit off. not enough that you would notice when talking to him, of course, but it’s just there, under the surface. a disturbance. and i think it’s interesting because typically you have two types of guys somewhat adjacent to this: guy who seems totally normal but is secretly sadistic/a psychopath, and then guy haunted by a traumatic/troubled past, who has that secret layer of torment running beneath the surface of their image. but yeojeong breaks through these archetypes, and i think part of it is because he’s just so...calm. it’s not that he’s living a double life (kind doctor by day, killer by night) or hiding part of his past (everyone he worked with knew about what happened to his father, and watched his downward spiral during his college days). he’s not the typical male character who is, at every attempt, trying to outrun his tragic past (even though he does run once or twice); he’s not haunted by flashbacks, or suffer from PTSD in the way that is usually portrayed in dramas. and i think part of that is because the glory is a story about victims. it’s dongeun’s story, first and foremost, even though it is also yeojeong’s story, and hyeonnam’s story, and sohee’s story. but it’s a story about dongeun’s pain, and when it’s not about her pain, it’s just about the pain of victimhood - unlike other dramas, this isn’t a show where male pain outweighs the rest.
so yeojeong is just a normal guy. he’s handsome. he has a good career. he’s a plastic surgeon, an interesting choice when both his parents were/are hospital directors, and his father seemed to have worked in the er or something of the sort prior to his death (or at the very least wasn’t a plastic surgeon). something could be said here of yeojeong choosing the ‘safe’ path as a doctor, a path where he cures pain and makes people happy without the added risk of being attacked by one of his patients. there’s no proof of that in the show - why he chose to be a plastic surgeon - but it’s an interesting thought path to travel. 
dongeun says he must have lived a good life. that he’s never had to worry about the path that he’s on. and that’s true, to a certain extent. to everyone, including her in the beginning, yeojeong is perfectly friendly. he’s perfect, but not the perfect that people perceive as too perfect (i.e. the guy who’s hiding things); he has his moments where he spazzes out, gets into fights, goes crazy over dongeun texting him back, teases his mom. he’s perfectly well adjusted (a perfect contrast to dongeun’s ‘maladjustment’). he wears flip flops to work and gets the same coffee order daily. he plays go with old men in the park.
he likes to listen to the fizzing of vitamin tablets in water because it calms him down. is this a strange thing? only because he thinks it’s important enough to mention to his therapist. he does it at work too - drops the tablet in, closes his eyes, rests his head. he does it at home - drops the tablet in, opens the drawer, draws a knife. it’s about the noise. bubbles rising to the surface, like bubbles rising from underwater. he stays underwater until the last possible moment, when he has to break the surface in order to breath. dongeun makes him feel like he’s at the eye of a storm - a deceptively calm center, while everything else rages outside. and i think it’s kind of important that he makes that comparison, when he’s someone always seeking that calm. the soothing noise, that makes him feel lonely.
so he’s just a normal guy. a normal guy who receives letters on a regular basis from the prisoner who brutally murdered his father. he doesn’t like letters, he tells dongeun. who knows what he does with the letters - does he keep them? does he throw them away as soon as he sees them? he must have read some of them; maybe you only need to read one to know what is in the rest. maybe he’s still reading them; maybe he keeps them without reading, an invisible torment. it’s not what he does with the letters that matters, but that he receives letters at all. 
can you still call it a haunting if you’ve almost made your peace with it? if you’re living with it? 
he’s just a normal guy, who looks his therapist right in the eyes and tells her that she couldn’t fix him. he diligently attends therapy for years on a regular basis, even though it doesn’t work. he finally abandons it when he moves to semyeong, because he chooses to embrace dongeun’s revenge. he chooses his own revenge, too, in a way. the dark part of him that he can’t escape. the one that makes him pick up the knife, who asks dongeun who to kill before she even tells him she wants any of them dead, even when he’s a doctor from a family of doctors, and doctors don’t kill - they save lives instead. 
you couldn’t fix me, he tells his therapist calmly. so calmly. as if there’s not a bloodied man sitting next to him, a man he dreams of killing. the man is just life to him, just like the letters are life to him to. a dulled numbness. an acceptance of it. 
is your son going through hell? can you even tell it’s hell, if it’s what you’ve become used to? is it hell when you’re a doctor dreaming of murder? is it hell to no longer be tormented by dead men and living murderers who send you letters? is it?
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ssaseaprince · 9 months
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I think sometimes we forget that Hannibal is a man. He is flesh and blood and feelings and fears and dreams and aspirations and love and hate and sweat and breath and a heartbeat.
Hannibal was ill-prepared to meet someone like Will. He never dreamed he would meet someone who understood him. And so his plans for Will were honesty fairly erratic, he bounced from wanting to kill Will to protect himself, to trying to convince himself that Will was just a pawn, to experiencing genuine fear over his love for the other man, to desperately throwing him into jail so he could avoid killing him while also protecting his identity. Hannibals' actions reflect that of a scared and desperate man because that's exactly what he was. Will did not fit into any of the neat little boxes Hannibal had for humanity, Will was unpredictable and dangerous and beautiful and intelligent, and most of all, Will was an equal. And Hannibal had no fucking clue how to react. He genuinely did what he thought was best when faced with an impossible situation. He felt like he had no control over anything, and he hadn't felt like that since he was a child, so he reacted badly and lashed out repeatedly in an effort to gain back that control and to feel in charge of the situation. He had an end goal of helping Will embrace his darkness, but he had no idea how to execute that goal properly. Hannibal was taught that love hurts you. Hannibal had almost loved his aunt, but when she saw his darkness, she tried to cage him and change him. She broke his heart. Hannibal had loved Mischa, and she had been stolen from him. Her flesh poured down his throat to warm his stomach and her body torn apart. Every single time Hannibal experienced love, he was left traumatized and heartbroken. So to meet this man and fall in love with him, only for that man to be the one seeking to steal Hannibals freedom and lock him in a cage, threw him into fight or flight mode. Hannibal expected to get his heart broken from the start, and so he tried everything he could to prevent that from happening, while also trying to coax Will out of his chrysalis, and in the end he made some horrible and counterproductive decisions. Hannibal was a scared, desperate man who loved and wanted to be loved in return.
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asliceofoceanmist · 2 years
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Vegas + his bare essentials 
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strangersatellites · 11 months
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pride, envy, wrath, gluttony, greed, lust, ao3
Seven Deadly Sins Series (NSFW 18+)
sloth (noun) - a state of mind that is apathetic, lazy or sluggish. It is the act of knowing the right thing to do and failing to do it.
tiny cw for somnophilia. this is an established relationship with off-screen kink negotiation. but if somno isn't your thing, I'll see you at the next installment.
Eddie wakes up to his boy curled over his chest and sound asleep.
He’s got one of Eddie’s hoodies on with the hood pulled up over his messy, messy hair and his pretty, pretty lips rest open and inviting where his breathing is soft against Eddie’s collarbones. 
He could kiss him awake. He really could.
But he goes to stretch his sleep-stiff muscles and is wide awake in an instant. Reminded by a soft whimper and furrowed eyebrows that he fell asleep with his fingers tucked inside his boy’s body, soft and wet and warm. Still sticky and swollen with Eddie’s spend from the night before.
So sure he could kiss him awake.
But he could also let him sleep.
It’s still early. Eddie can tell by the way the room is lit that deep morning-blue just before the sun. They don’t have to work today, either one, so they have plenty of time to rest.
He should let him sleep.
One thing to know about Steve Harrington is that he sleeps like a rock. Eddie thinks he could genuinely sleep through anything.
So he’s not particularly gentle when he shifts his weight off of himself and gets him on his stomach.
He swings a leg up over Steve’s and settles between his legs. Spares himself a minute to just look at him.
Top half covered and cozy in Eddie’s clothes. Black Sabbath tour dates stretched across his strong shoulders and down his back. Thick muscles of his thighs leading up to cute, bouncy cheeks. Eddie’s favorite freckle stained bright red by a welt the shape of his hand. 
He has to breathe so he doesn’t pass out. There’s something about Steve when he’s like this. When he’s leftover messy and sleep-warm and naked except for something of Eddie’s. Something that makes Eddie feel like he could black out if he thinks about it for too long. 
He indulges himself and gives the handprint on his ass a tight squeeze and light smack just to watch it shake. Feels his eyes roll back in response.
Grabbing at the inside of one of Steve's thighs, he hitches it up until he’s stretched out and exposed. Sees him shove his arms up under the pillow and settle once more.
It's the sight of his boy’s hole, still red and puffy and open, that finally has Eddie spitting into his own hand and shoving into his boxers.
One hand on his dick, and the other pulling Steve open, he fails to stifle a groan that rattles through his chest. Knows he could come just from this view alone. Knows he has.
But he forces himself to slow down, at least long enough to watch the way he spits down over Steve’s hole and watch the way it slips inside. To hear a quiet hitch of breath and do it once more.
Just as he feels himself getting closer and closer to release, he tugs himself out of his underwear and shifts up on his knees until he can press the head against Steve’s entrance. Pushes down slow and strong until it pops inside. A shiver runs down his spine at the feeling and this time Steve’s hips shift and Eddie freezes.
He freezes and he hears soft whines and whimpers but Steve’s face is still slack and he settles eventually.
Luckily for him, Steve almost waking up does the opposite of deter his impending orgasm. 
His next breath in is stuttered as he falls over the edge. Fills his boy up and leaves him messy.
He flops back into his spot and drags Steve back up over his chest. Wraps him up tight in his arms and dips two fingers back up inside him. Keeps him sticky and filled, just the way he likes.
He drops a kiss to his hood covered head and falls back asleep, soft and sated.
*****
The second time Eddie wakes up it's to the strong muscles of Steve’s naked back as he works himself back down on his dick. 
He drops his head back down with a hissed out “Fuck, baby,” as his hands reach up to grab at his hips.
Steve turns his head to look back at him and fuck what he said earlier. This might make him black out.
“Morning, babe,” he purrs with a slow grind to his hips that sends Eddie reeling.
He barely suppresses a shocked laugh. “Good motherfucking morning to me!”
Steve does laugh. Eddie can feel it. Can feel the vibrations roll through his body and thinks this is the closest he’s ever getting to heaven.
He works up a rhythm, slow and deep. Lazy in the still early morning. 
There’s a pout in his voice when he whines “Can’t believe you didn’t fuck me.”
Eddie tightens his hands and hopes he leaves bruises. Loves hearing his boy bitchy and pouting.
“Wanted to wake up on your cock, Eds,” and now he’s just being dramatic to rile him up.
At that Eddie shoves him down with everything he’s got. Holds him still when he tries to squirm away. Tries to steady his own breathing and not to lose control when he feels him clench tight at the full feeling. Knows he feels it deepest this way.
Pastes on a saccharine smile when he speaks. “‘M sorry sweetheart. Still filled you up though, hm? You feel it?” He asks with a slow grind upward. Feels more than he hears Steve’s breath get punched out of him.
Hears him giggle, soft and sweet. He clenches tight again and this time Eddie winces. “Sorry babe. Yeah, feel it. Feels so wet. So big. So good.”
His movements are still slow like syrup when Eddie lets him up. He’s got his hands braced on Eddie’s thighs and he can feel where he traces the ink of his tattoo with a soft touch and hums under his breath. 
Slides his own hands up the expanse of his back and marvels at the way the muscles shift under his skin. 
He loses himself in the feeling and before he’s really ready to let it go Steve’s whispering “So close, Eds. Make me come.”
And that’s all he really needs and he’s shoving his hips up, up, up in time with Steve’s soft cries. Feels him go tight and rigid and shake apart.
Soothes his hands up and down his sides with a quiet litany of “That’s it baby. Let go for me. I’ve got you.”
Rocks into him once, twice, three more times before he’s spilling into him again and dragging him back and down to wrap him up in his arms once more. Steve fights and squirms until he’s facing him.
Eddie peppers his pretty, red, tear streaked face with kisses and bumps their noses together.
“You wanna shower baby?”
Steve scrunches his nose up and Eddie’s heart might as well not even be in his chest anymore with the way Steve has it in the palm of his hand. 
“No,” he breathes into the quiet between them. His hand tracing shapes across Eddie’s face.
“Wanna sleep. ‘M sleepy.” He nuzzles himself up under Eddie’s chin and breathes him in deep.
And maybe Eddie should exercise some control here and make him shower. He has come inside him a total of three times now and he still wants to sleep. But cleaning up can wait.
He likes him messy anyway.
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jessieren · 5 days
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It’s been quite a week…
Hurrah! new Shaun
Eeeek! crazy psychopath Shaun
Ooohhh dirtyhot! Shaun
😱😱😱😱fucking terrifying! Shaun
Plus ugghhh week at work
Meaning I can barely remember my own name and have no idea what day it is never mind what theme I’m supposed to be on
I’m therefore taking my lead from @librawritesstuff and declare this to be a special brain cleanse Saturday
Enjoy!
Credit: Liz P make up and Paul Cribbs - Instagram
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jemmo · 2 years
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of all the insane things vegas has and is gonna do, putting his legs in the pool and not rolling his trousers up is the most unhinged
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andreablog2 · 10 days
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Good morning, just found out about the woman who films herself stealing peacock eggs for engagement/rage bait, not just from online people but also the bird itself. In every video she’s getting knocked to the ground by a peacock/peahen…it’s honestly disturbing but it’s also the funniest thing ever. Like points for creativity I guess…
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albertserra · 3 months
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Monsters in the Closet: Homosexuality and the horror film by Harry M. Benshoff
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hussyknee · 10 months
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Every once in a while some professional parade-pisser comes along like, "oh you like dolphins/chimps/otters/orcas/seals/<insert wild animal species here> do you?? But did you know that they're murderous dicks that kill, maim and torture other animals horribly just for shits and giggles??"
Dude, the internet is built on cat pictures, being a sadistic serial killing asshole is not the PR blow for the animal kingdom you think it is
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gaystonerdragon · 7 months
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sometimes i feel like the people reading black butler forget that the whole premise of the narrative is a boy who saw his entire family and household massacred on his birthday is tricked into forming a revenge pact with a demon that was summoned by the cult that killed his brother after abusing the two preteen boys for weeks on end, to bring equal humiliation, pain, and suffering to everyone responsible for the aforementioned horrors committed against him. “its so dark” like yeah… what gave it away? “the subject matter is so heavy” again… what part of the narrative set up made you think it wouldn’t be? like you know how this is ending, right?
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