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deadly-fruit-punch · 6 months
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been watching true blood again cuz ICONIC and i love sam, like with a passion, but the man is a huge, barking HR problem. like how many more employees are you gonna fuck this season, dog boy?
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wildwren · 6 months
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shipping eric x bill in the year of our lord 2023 is certainly a consequence of my life choices i guess
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methotrex8 · 1 year
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Why can’t Tara ever catch a break?
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"I'm not even a girl technically." Jessica Hamby said vampire as a gender and she's so right for it.
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kimlikepossible · 8 months
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Tara looks amazing but I miss her braids from s2 ……. Also wish I could tell her to just stay in New Orleans with her gf……
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durindaina · 11 months
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not sookie calling sam as a dog dean…. this isn’t a nod to hbo shows bc supernatural was cw but whoever wrote that is so fucking funny
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raisinchallah · 9 months
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bad tv is so much easier to watch than good tv like good tv its like im some kind of extremely particular fish you get the ph wrong in my tank and i die because it wasnt all perfect for watching this beloved incredible tv show time has to be right even better if you have a nice little meal gotta be in the right mindset so u can savor it literally catastrophic if u dont get this stuff right i start getting scale rot or something fish metaphor whatever but bad tv its like i become mosquito larvae i can live in any environment no matter how toxic and sludgy it is i will just slam thru that thing like nothing else
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lucyllawless · 1 year
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meguwumibear · 9 months
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a continuation of this piece tw vampire!sukuna, biting, blood, mild violence, brief descriptions of injury, implied dubcon/noncon, and as always let me know if ive missed anything!
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The first bite is a warning.
The creature—Sukuna, he’ll tell you later—has whisked you away to his home or rather to his nest. To the beast’s credit, he had style. And money. Or at the very least he had the power to take whatever his still heart desired. Including this gaudy mansion. Including you.
He thinks you should be grateful. He could have sunk his teeth into you in that dingy, dirty alleyway. He could have bled you dry while he had you pressed against that dilapidating brick wall. But, determined not to disappoint you, he’d taken you home instead. He’ll fuck you in every room in his mansion twice before he lets you die. Maybe you wouldn’t be so disappointed then.
You haven’t stopped fighting him. It’s amusing really, that you think your cute little fingernails can do any real damage. Tomorrow maybe he’ll rip them from you one by one so that you are nothing but a weak, defenseless sack of cartilage. Tonight however, he savors each and every bite.
By the time he’s pinning your wrists to the mattress—another thing you should be thankful for really; you’re not only in his home, but in his well kept bed—your fingers and covered in his blood: all ten digits wet and cherry red from the substance. He vaguely worries about the silk sheets the two of you are about to ruin, but hey, he can always just steal more.
The first bite is a warning, but it draws blood.
You try your best not to whimper, so the resulting sound is a cross between a yelp and a hiss. His fangs may be razor sharp but they sting when they pierce the flesh of your neck. The blood that bubbles reluctantly to the surface is thick and metallic. Sukuna wastes no time pressing his tongue against the wound to stymie the flow. He’s reward with the bitter coppery taste of you.
He’s going to kill you slowly…if he kills you a all. He could keep you around for a year or two, teetering between this world and the next. Fatigued and half mad from blood loss. Desperate to die but unable to as he nurses you back to health only to drain you again and again and again.
The two hands not securing your wrists have your hips pinned to the mattress. He lets you struggle beneath him for a while, enjoying the way your body jerks around, back arching, veins puckering and straining against your vain, hopeless efforts to free yourself from his clutches. You’ll tire yourself out eventually. They always do.
The second bite is cruel.
He’s worked up quite an appetite watching you squirm. The bite is sudden and quick. Two needle-like fangs sink deep into your jugular, and this time you scream as he carelessly opens you up for him. Hot tears well in the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision. When the first one falls, he wipes it away with a thumb.
You tense under the pressure. Muscles tightening in both pain and fear as he feasts on you. The sensation of being fed on is unnatural. After the initial bit of blood is pumped out of your body, the stream slows to a trickle, trying and failing to clot. Sukuna has to suck hard around the opened vein to keep his mouth full of your lifeblood.
In some stories, a vampire bite is accompanied with a release of venom into the human’s body. The toxins are supposed to make the human calmer, more receptive to the feeding. It’s supposed to dull the senses. Lessen the ache. The sensation should become enjoyable, even. Blurring the lines between pleasure and pain. Making the human want more.
If vampires actually possess such a venom, Sukuna has no intention of using it on you now. There’s no pleasure or high to accompany the hurt. Just the burn of your blood’s unnatural path. Sucked out of your body instead of pumped through it.
It doesn’t take long for your body to register the loss. Your mouth begins to dry and your head begins to throb, telltale signs that the monster before you cares not if you live or die. You try to take deep breaths as your vision begins to go fade.
“Aw, tapping out already, sweetheart?” Sukuna coos, nosing at your no doubt bruising neck. “Guess I’m not so disappointing after all. Shame the same can’t be said of you.”
He can feel your pulse weakening. If he doesn’t stop now, you won’t make it through the night.
“I-” you pant, breathless from blood loss, “I expected nothing more than this from you. It’s still me who’s disappointed in the end.”
It’s the wrong thing to say. The monster on top of you snarls as his grip tightens. There’s a searing white pain in your arm followed by a disembodied crack. Vaguely, your brain registers that Sukuna has broken your wrist. Both of them.
In pain and in tears; humans never look more beautiful. Sukuna watches sob after sob wreck your body. He licks at the crystalline drops that spill from your eyes savoring the salt of them. His own tear ducts are no longer capable of producing the substance. A part of being human he doesn’t miss.
“Poor thing,” he tuts, brushing his knuckles against your jaw. Your mouth is open, inviting as you cry, and he can’t help but stuff two of his long clawed fingers into it and rub them along your flat, omnivorous teeth.
Your face scrunches in disgust at the invasion. You visibly gag around the digits as he slips them further into your hot mouth, fingering the bumpy muscle of your tongue with the pads of his too cold fingers. The difference in your body temperatures is another dead give away that Sukuna is something more than dead but less than alive.
As the drool begins to dribble down the corners of your mouth, he arches an eyebrow at you as if to ask just what you’re going to do about the intrusion. And in response,
You bite.
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methotrex8 · 1 year
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This show is Bi Panic in a nutshell
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spikedru · 26 days
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jason stackhouse the only man alive who truly has rocks for brains
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horrorlesbians · 3 months
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I'll always be somewhat in disbelief that Sharp Objects isn't one of the shows of all time on this, the "mentally ill with a toxic family" website. it's so fucking good and there's so much to chew on and the soundtrack is straight up perfection and Amy Adams is my wife. anyway I'm glad you agree
i think im gonna rewatch sharp objects next (I normally rewatch it every summer bc its so summer coded like how i rewatch the terror during winter) but MY GOD sharp objects is just soooooooo i don't even have words it's so good. camille preaker my beloved my best girl my darling i love you so much
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destiel-wings · 11 days
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I rewatched the pilot of True Blood and went to check out the comments on the Tv Time app. It was full of people watching in 2024 complaining that the Sookie/Bill interactions were cringe, but my friends, you forget that the show is from 2008. It comes after Buffy/Angel. It's the vampire culture. It's the trope. I was never a big fan of Sookie/Bill for that reason (I too find them cringey, and I was team Spike in Buffy), but that type of cringe is part of the lore, it's supposed to be there. Also, here it somehow makes even more sense because it contrasts with the gritty realism of the show (HBO, hello).
Basically what I'm trying to say is the cringe is there for the same reason the gritty is there. The humidity, the bugs, the fans, the crude sex scenes, the badly done make ups, the visible bra strips and the dirty old furniture... like... True Blood is gross. It's supposed to be gross. The cringe just adds up to it to paint the picture.
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