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kattahj · 9 months
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The Barbie movie isn't about girl power. It's not about how women can do everything they set their mind to. It's about how sometimes women are tired and average and that has to be okay too, because you don't have to do everything to be worth anything. (And that this is also true of men.)
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queenretcon · 10 months
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I think I dislike ‘fuck canon fanon rulez’ takes because time after time I see how boring and predictable fanon is and how often it reinforces racism and misogyny etc. in ways canon never did
and I think having to work around canon and with canon to make something new usually ends up pushing people to make something weirder and cooler
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motecomic · 8 months
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The Ixodida-7 Aegilyph Medical tent is set up on the 30th story of the IXODIDA-7 AEGILYPH CORPORATE OFFICE. 
Your dauntless leap through the canvas of the tent hurls you through a plate glass window. 
Hope you brought a SECOND EXTRA VISOR.
>M: Get in the Orb!
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nitw · 1 year
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hot(?) take but i don’t think we give yuri on ice enough credit for making a believable and powerful relationship between 2 men the Real focus of its story despite never really being marketed as anything other than a sports anime. like however you wanna interpret the “canon-ness” of the gay stuff it was a really wonderful surprise back when it first aired, and i think it deserves the insane hype it had for that reason
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martiniluvr · 27 days
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18+ minors dni
warnings: sex pollen but it’s a dick grayson solo special 💫
★・・・★・・・★・・・★
he’s not sure how he made it home in one piece, but the second he’s through the front door of his apartment, dick grayson is wrestling his way out of his nightwing suit, his ears ringing as he stumbles through his room and into his bathroom. his skin feels hot, too hot, and his breathing is ragged; ivy, he thinks hazily, discarding his suit on the floor. those fucking plants—it’s that goddamn pollen.
he rids himself of his boxers, and catches a glimpse of his sweaty, flushed appearance in the mirror. dick’s pupils are so wide that his blue eyes are almost black, and his cock is painfully hard, the tip red and angry as it leaks precum down his length. he grimaces as he lurches into the shower, dousing himself in freezing cold water. when dealing with poison ivy, he’s usually far more careful than he was tonight, and now he’s paying the price; too desperate to look for the antitoxin, he has to take matters into his own hands—literally.
dick grits his teeth as he wraps his fingers around his shaft, hissing at the tenderness. relief floods his taut muscles, but he can’t help but think how much better your tight cunt would feel around him right now. the image of you bent over makes his hand pump faster as he pictures your pretty ass bouncing off his thighs, and he swears he can hear the way you’d moan at his intrusions. god, he wishes he could see your pretty pussy gripping him right now.
his knuckles are white as he strokes himself, the burning on his skin still far from subsiding despite the orgasm building in his lower belly. shit, just a little more. he groans at the thought of using the crook of his elbow to pull you flush against him by your neck, keeping you in a headlock as he fucks into you, just so he can hear you whine. fuck, there it is.
he presses his burning forehead against the tiles as his abdomen spasms, ropes of hot cum spurting out onto the wall as he swears loudly. cold water trickles down dick’s stomach as he pants, his heartbeat thrumming in his ears. he realises the ache that had subsided just a moment ago is slowly building again. puzzled, he glances down, and his eyes widen at the sight of his cock, still rock-hard and twitching in the cool bathroom air. what kind of fucking plant was that?
he didn’t want to worry you with this—after all, he was sure his home remedy would work—but he realises he has no choice as he feels his skin growing feverish again, and he can only hope you’ll understand. he groggily shuts off the water and makes his way back into his room, collapsing onto his bed as he takes his phone from the nightstand. he manages to send you a single line—need you now, come see me—before he drops his phone in the sheets, his hand finding his aching cock once more. it’s going to be a long night.
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redkehlchen · 2 months
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🎵🎶🎵🎶
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gayestcowboy · 4 months
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genuinely cannot wrap my head around ofmd superfans raising over twenty thousand us dollars to put up BILLBOARDS in an attempt to save a tv show. fucking billboards. advertisements. $20k raised for a literal tv show in the midst of a genocide. no tv show on this planet is worth throwing thousands away on advertisements attempting to reverse a cancellation while a genocide is enacted. do you know how much you could do with $20k? besides, the debate on whether or not the show deserved to be cancelled does not matter one bit at this point. it is pointless. it is incredibly obvious where the ethics of these fans lie, especially the wealthy ones willing to fund an entire times square billboard. i just cant fucking understand it.
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tiffanyachings · 7 months
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it would have been very beautiful. camilla would have had to cook (horrible bone soup)
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mulderscully · 1 month
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I've memorized it.
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sunfortune · 2 months
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STOP the “grumpy sunshine” trope in m/f romance we need more women who are haters representation!!!
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sandinthepipes · 8 months
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The fact that I can wholeheartedly enjoy ofmd and good omens and appreciate the angst because I KNOW there will be a happy ending.
See, I’ve never had that. None of us queer folks have ever had that.
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seungkw1 · 26 days
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distractions — ljh
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[18+ mdni] wc: 1.6k
“jihoon-ah,” you call across the room. 
you're met with silence from the man sat at his computer, the air filled instead with a loop of an infectiously catchy beat he’s currently tinkering with. you take pride in your boyfriend's talents - he’s an award-winning producer after all - but one downside to his genius is that he often gets completely absorbed in whatever he’s working on. 
“jihoon-ahhhh,” you whine again, louder this time. 
“i'm almost done, babe,” he responds, his back still to you. 
you sit up on the couch. you don't know how long you'd been laying there at this point, but you can’t stand waiting any longer. you rise and make your way to his work station. 
reaching over the back of the chair you wrap your arms around him, your hands tracing their way slowly down his torso as you lean into him, planting a stream of kisses on his neck. he lets out a low hum. 
“just give me five more minutes, i promise.”
with an exaggerated sigh you stand back up, slowly dragging your hands up his body. normally, you behave yourself and don't bother him at all while he's still working, but today you’re simply too horny to not tease him.
“okayyyy,” you respond in a sing-songy voice, plopping back onto the couch. you pause, before coyly adding: “but… i don't know if i can make it five more minutes.”
jihoon glances back toward you, giving you a cute look - but the smirk on his face drops when he sees you caressing your tits over your shirt, your nipples visibly hardened. you're glad you decided to forgo a bra today. 
“you're very distracting,” he informs you playfully before turning back to his computer. 
you’re not giving up yet. 
“guess i'll just have to play with myself then,” you say to the back of his head. you unfasten your jeans before slipping your hand beneath your underwear, wetness greeting your fingertips. you let out a soft moan. 
“don't you dare,” jihoon replies cheekily. “wait for me babe.”
“if only you could feel how wet i am,” you taunt from across the room as you begin to lightly touch your clit. you let out another moan, louder this time, at the sensation. 
“mmm… feels sooo good.”
he continues working, trying to ignore you, but you can tell you're starting to rile him up. you double down on your attack, groaning even more as you begin to trace small circles around your clit. 
“fuck, i feel like i could cum already.”
the music stops. 
jihoon turns around in his chair. the bulge that has formed in his sweatpants is glaringly obvious. 
“i told you to wait,” he says, crossing his arms. his biceps look even more massive than usual. 
you bite your lip as you smirk back at him. “i told you, i can't wait any longer.”
“fine then, go ahead.”
you're fully aware it's a trap. you already disobeyed him telling you to wait, and proceeding without him was only setting you up for punishment - you know he’s going to take it out on you. you feel yourself get even wetter at the thought of it. 
you grab the waist of your jeans, sliding your pants and underwear off in one go. the coolness of the air hits your soaked cunt as you discard the clothing to the floor. your hand returns to your clit, while the other pulls your shirt up. you caress your bare tits as you resume circling your clit. jihoon watches you, his hand slowly stroking his cock through his pants. you begin to whimper as you feel the heat rise in your core. you squeeze your nipple as your pace quickens, your body beginning to squirm. 
you lock eyes with your boyfriend as you reach your climax. “god, fuck- i’m cumming…” your words turn into cries of pleasure as your body tenses, then releases, your legs shaking as your orgasm takes over. 
you’re practically seeing stars as you come down from your high, sinking into the couch. you slide your fingers into your thoroughly drenched pussy, feeling it pulsating as you slowly fuck yourself. you look up, making eye contact with jihoon again. the stoic expression on his face is gone, replaced with lust, as he continues touching himself over his pants. you giggle, taunting him further as you bring your fingers up to your mouth, sucking your juices off. 
he rises from his chair, walking toward you without breaking eye contact. you grin as he approaches the couch, reaching out toward his clothed cock - but he grabs you by the wrist, stopping you. 
you look up at him with your best sad puppy dog eyes. he flashes you a mischievous grin. 
“oh that's not gonna work on me, baby girl. not today.”
you reach for his bulge again with your other hand, but he catches that one too. you stare up at him innocently, trying to hide the smile creeping across your face, but failing. he leans his face into yours - close enough to feel his breath on your lips, but just out of reach so you can't kiss him. you of course try anyway, but he just lets out a haughty laugh. 
“brat.” 
suddenly he grabs you and flips you over, pushing you to your hands and knees on the couch cushions. he takes his shirt off, tossing it aside. you peer back at him, getting a glimpse of his muscular body you never tire of seeing. he pulls the elastic waistband of his sweats down, his hardened cock springing free. your mouth waters at the sight of it, longing to feel its size choking you as he slides into your throat. but he's not about to let you get what you want. 
you cry out as he takes a fistful of your hair, pulling you up halfway. his other hand guides his cock to your pussy, sliding its length back and forth against your soaked folds. you whine at the sensation, begging for more. instead he pauses, his tip resting right against your entrance. you try to lower your cunt onto his cock, but he holds you in place, not letting you. the noises coming out of you are downright pathetic, but you need him inside you. 
“look how desperate you are,” he coos at you, leaning down to kiss your neck. 
“please,” you whimper. 
“please what, baby?”
“please fuck me.”
his cock slides over your cunt again, brushing against your incredibly sensitive clit. he lets go of your hair - his arm wraps around your torso, squeezing your tits, pulling you close against him. he leans his head in, his lips hovering merely an inch from your ear. 
“i'll give you what you want, love - but only if you promise to behave.”
his low, gravelly voice makes your cunt start throbbing all over again.
“i will,” you plead. “i'll behave i promise.”
you cry out as he finally slips his cock inside you - you usually need a minute to adjust to its thickness, but you're so wet right now that it slides all the way in with ease. he groans as you take his entire length, resting his cock in you for a moment before starting to fuck you. he thrusts into you slowly, every motion of his hips making you feel overwhelmingly full, hitting your g-spot with ease. he reaches his hand down to your clit, touching you delicately - but the sensation is overwhelming. jihoon fucks you even harder, groaning into your ear as he holds you against him tightly. you feel the heat rising in you once again - at this point you can’t even think straight, all you can do is scream your boyfriend’s name as you cum on his cock. your walls tighten around him - his breathing growing heavier as he too nears his high.
“fuck, such a good girl for me - gonna cum in your pretty little pussy.”
you’re beyond forming words at this point, but your cries of pleasure send him over the edge. you feel his cock pulsating inside you as he releases, both of you moaning as his warm ropes of cum fill you up. his grip on you tightens as he clings to you, his cock twitching in your cunt as he finishes. he holds you against him as he rests his cock in you, breathing deeply together as you each slowly regain your composure. after several moments of him kissing your neck, your shoulder - anywhere he could reach - he slowly slides his cock out of you, cum dripping from your pussy. he flips you back around, gently laying you onto the couch cushions as he lay on top of you - making out with you as you stroke his messy hair. 
“you're banned from my studio,” he says between kisses. you laugh. 
“sorry for distracting you,” you tell him.
“no you're not.”
you pause, pretending to think for a moment. “mm yeah, you're right. i'm not,” you tease. 
“not my fault though,” you continue. “if you didn't fuck me so good every time i acted up i wouldn't do it so much.”
“shit,” jihoon says as he laughs under his breath. you feel his cock twitch against your core. “you got me there.” 
“you wanna finish up your work now?” you ask, hoping he’ll decline the offer. 
“no, not really,” he replies immediately. his hand slides to your inner thigh, shifting your leg to expose your cunt. you moan as he slides his cock back into you. you whine with each motion of his hips as he starts fucking you. “i'd much rather watch you cum again.”
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ventiswampwater · 8 months
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Kurt Russell as R.J. MacReady THE THING (1982) dir. John Carpenter
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chandlermead · 5 months
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surprisebitch · 1 year
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THE RATIO omg
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avrilsboy · 2 months
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i'm only partway through ep five of true detective but god. the escalation of martin's misogyny to where he hits and slut-shames his teenage daughter audrey in the same sentence that he talks about a statutory rape charge against the young men she was found in a car with, and how this is immediately preceded by a scene of him being congratulated for rescuing a child from a child rapist/murderer, who he himself killed assassination-style out of sheer rage. he got away with covering it up as a defensive kill, he received a promotion, he got a second chance with his wife maggie whom he cheated on and got to be with his young daughters again. despite all that he does wrong, all is right in martin's world. audrey, though, now a teenager, is now at the receiving end of her father's hatred of women; she doesn't even realize that she has been at this receiving end since she was a child of nine or so, ever since her parents found her drawings of naked men and women having sex in her school notebook. maggie is properly disturbed by this, wondering if audrey is possibly being sexually abused, knowing very well how early girls learn about sex because of the dangers they face as girls, while martin is only angry at audrey for displaying a knowledge of sex in the first place. he can't cope that his young daughter is a woman to-be. he can't possibly marry his own ideas and treatment of women with the reality that both of his children will soon become those very women. and since he categorically gets what he wants without ever needing to challenge his perceptions or change himself in any capacity, he continues to direct his rage at women, and his daughters suffer for it. even maisie, favored over audrey by martin, starts facing direct whispers of his misogyny as she makes the cheerleading team, something with a clearly sexual connotation in martin's mind.
and on the very same page is rust, who in his previous job had also killed a suspect upon discovery of child abuse. he, however, received no accolades; he instead spent time at a psychiatric hospital, as this was viewed as a mental breakdown in connection with the recent loss of his own daughter, sofia. rust, refusing pension, was instead sent to do undercover work for an extensive seven years as consequence. he loses a lot in the aftermath of his daughter's death; his marriage falls apart, he copes by overworking, he doesn't sleep. he is haunted by sofia's presence. he's often detached and pessimistic, only able to view the world in strict functions: cause and effect. fear and desire. animals playing power-games on what is truly a nothing planet in the scope of the universe. upon becoming martin's partner, he gets to witness martin fucking up a life he himself once had -- he gets to witness him be emotionally unavailable to his daughters, watches him cheat on his wife -- but rust can do only that. observe, and let martin know he observes. and he makes sure martin still maintains his chances, encouraging him to cover up the crime of murdering a suspect, telling him that his relationship with maggie will turn around.
here's the thing, though: rust has something that martin wishes he had, too. martin wishes he could view his daughters as forever-children. he doesn't wish they had died as sofia had as just a toddler, obviously not -- but their unavoidable womanhood is, to him, its own death sentence. he hates that his children are becoming the very women he derides and uses to bolster his own position as a man. he hates that their innate womanhood would dare beg him to change his mindset for the sake of his relationships with them as their father, for the sake of their safety in the world. he could only dream of his daughters being perfectly innocent non-women forever, something only their early graves could ever promise.
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