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Gavril my gooobbbeeerrrr 🐀🖤

Tony got them backstage passes for Steve's side of bachelor's party

Finally following through of not only drawing dirtmoney content so here's Trent with his little loser

+ Reference!!!

My wrist is TOTALLY FINE

WHO WOULD SPEND 3 DAYS OF THEIR LIFE DRAWING SPRITES TO THEIR CHARACTER??? (me)

me and my friend tubbiesonas :p !! @blue-bye

I like teasing him :3c

@soughthope continued from here.

Dinah smiled in return, letting his words take hold of her emotions. The way he looked at her honestly made her want to cry but she swallowed it down, pressing a firm yet sweet kiss on his shoulder blade. “I love you, too.” Words that came out in a whisper, breathless as she moved closer, leaving a trail of kisses up along the side of his neck. “You put the cologne I like on, didn’t you? You know what it does to me.” She giggled, sliding her leg over his thigh to press into his hipbone, moaning softly near his ear while she nibbled seductively on it.

yk how nice it feels when ppl actually like ur fics and leave comments behind in tags / the comment section? especially cuz im insecure about anything i post t__t

i don’t really care.   ( @punskill​  )

                                                       “   you   will.   ”

                           There   is   not   a   shift   in   her   tone,   not   a   flinch   on   her   smile   –   vacant   yet   fixated   entirely   on   the   slayer   before   her,   who   has   her   pinned   to   the   wall   with   a   stake   to   where   a   beating   heart   once   was.   Eyes   that   look   at   nothing   at   all   (   there   is   something   wickedly   similar   about   the   slayer’s   gaze   sometimes,   Drusilla   finds   herself   looking   twice   at   her   from   time   to   time   ),   are   now   cast   deep   within   the   glare   of   the   blonde   girl.

                       I   don’t   care   —   she   says.   It   is   not   in   the   nature   of   those   who   kill   to   care.

                  And   yet,   Drusilla   laughs,   not   bells   chiming,   but   the   sound   of   a   mismatched   tune   from   a   broken   music   box,   and   the   fangs   protrude   past   ruby   lips   stained   with   foreign   blood.   It’s   not   a   warning,   but   a   promise   –   madness   knows   madness,   insanity   knows   to   recognize   its   vessels.   I   was   once   like   you,   little   girl.   I   was   once   pure   and   virtuous   and   righteous.

                                       I   was   once…

                Claws   curl   around   the   sharp   stake   poking   hollow   ribcage,   laughter   echoes   within   the   empty   cathedral   bathed   in   the   blood   of   the   priests   that   had   tried   to   warn   her   not   to   pollute   the   House   of   God   with   her   unholy   presence   (   I   know   Thy   House,   Lord,   I   have   been   here   a   thousand   times.   Can   Thou   see   me?   Can   Thou   recognize   me?   ),   Drusilla   widens   her   smile,   deranged   and   feral.

                                                               “  you   will.  ”

Hi, I wanna show you these I made cuz I was really proud of it and I wanna show you.

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saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

forgive me lord, for i have sinned.... 😔😔

can u talk more abt his apparent affairs w teachers and relationship w sex in general? so many ppl gloss over that bit

of course! i'll link a couple posts for preface, although i'll probably paraphrase some stuff anyways.

[my commentary on sex and consent in saltburn.]

i received an ask regarding farleigh's queerness the other day, to which i tied in this little tidbit about farleigh's affirs with teachers. the explicitly male/male language that felix used when recounting farleigh's sexcapades with teachers was interesting to me. farleigh is pansexual (as stated in the screenplay), but felix uses male/male language exclusively. part of this could be the erasure of pansexual or bisexual reality. people either exclude the homosexual aspect of someone's identity, or the heterosexual aspect. but this could also mean that farleigh did only harbor affairs with male teachers.

that would be an interesting complex to think about. although women in positions of power are absolutely capable of abusing that power and asserting dominance over others, men have a different dynamic within that. the fact is, farleigh does things to gain the affections of other people, because he isn't automatically handed that affection. farleigh does play into teacher/student dynamics, whether it's overtly sexual or not. you can see this in the tutor scene and the brief montage moment where fareligh is sitting on the floor in front of the tutor, while they both ignore oliver. consider it an investment, of sorts. there's always a possibility that a white teacher will have academic bias against you, and the need to mitigate that is strangling sometimes. teachers are also just dicks. i find myself in "teacher's pet" positions for a number of reasons, a few of them are bias related.

where it gets complicated is the sex aspect specifically. if it is true that farleigh has been expelled from an absurd number of schools specifically for harboring teacher/student sexual affairs, then this is can really only be perceived as compulsive. also, can i just say, the fact that farleigh was expelled instead of the teacher being fired is disgusting. i kinda wanna call this evidence of discrimination, as well. queerness and perceived sexual deviancy, blackness and the constant inability to be seen as human and innocent. arghgh. i digress. the fact is, if farleigh truly was harboring sexual affairs with teachers for his own benefit and that alone, then he wouldn't have made the mistake so frequently. he would've recognized that the disadvantages outweighed the benefits and found other ways of playing teacher's pet. archie talked about the quickstart dynamic and said that although it was ambiguously consensual, farleigh is attracted to and aroused by power dynamics. many people are. where that compulsive need to buy into power dynamics comes from, i'm not sure. it could be a lot of things.

the neglectful nature of farleigh's upbringing could've resulted in a need for validation and attention from those who are in a position of authority. farleigh's queerness could've resulted in an internalized feeling of perversion that was then externalized through a desire to be taken advantage of. the nature of submission is also often linked to a need for control in other areas of life, and therefore relinquishing control in sexual dynamics. some marginalized people play into eroticization because it can be more validating than exclusion. many people learn to crave their own objectification, and it's often a manifestation of sexual trauma or other forms of trauma. if i get really convoluted and let my angst-fanfiction brain run wild, i start to imagine what environments farleigh was in throughout his childhood. as archie said, farleigh was involved in overly "mature" conversations and situations through his mother. what that could mean for farleigh's perception of sex, nobody knows. i can let my imagination go insane though. i can imagine a lot of weird scenarios. those are all conjecture, of course.

i'm just going to conclude that whatever sexual complexes farleigh has, they're not healthy. i don't think that they should be fetishized or ignored. i think that they're relevant to farleigh and oliver's on-screen dynamic, especially considering oliver was in a position of power over farleigh when they had sex.

" at night I dream of you " Eddie

'GRAVE SUGGESTION' EDITION.

Dinah woke up before Eddie that morning and was now seated up front inside his van, feet propped up on the dashboard, while she lounged back on the seat to listen to whatever he had in the cassette player at a low volume. It wasn't too early in the morning, a little past 10:00, where the sun was providing the perfect warmth through the windows.

They were in the middle of nowhere, their usual spot, away from everyone and everything. Birds chirping away happily while the trees and tall grass made melodies of their own. It made her in no hurry to give him his shirt back to fully dress and head back in town.

She had her eyes closed the entire time, allowing the fresh spring air take all of her worries away. When she heard movement in the back, not once did she move or open them. There was a heavy sigh, some mumbling - she didn't have to ask what he was looking for before she made a soft whistle like a canary with her hand in the air to wave the lighter around.

That's when she dropped her feet from the dashboard to turn her body enough and toss the lighter over, smiling as she watched him for a moment, before chuckling when he broke the silence with his words. With a hint of a blush and small bite to her bottom lip, she moved to rejoin him in on the floor.

"You can't tell me you dream of me at night and leave out all of the details." She had crawled over to sit on top of him by straddling his waist, taking the cigarette from his lips to hold away as she leaned down to give him a slow and deep kiss. Nicotine always tasted better off of his tongue. "Mmm. Tell me.. tell me of the nightingale I brought to you."

wheres the robot yaoi

yuri even