Another one… Guitarists and their plushies!
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Another one… Guitarists and their plushies!
Did some more of these
Here are the results! thank you so much for your art TT
we should talk more about these moments
trapped in a box skwistok! 🟩 oldie trope but goodie
Happy birthday to my incredibly kind, thoughtful, talented (and countless more wonderful adjectives I could list) friend, Basu!!! @basu-shokikita🥳🥳🥰❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥for you I’ve created some art. Except for the first one, the other four pieces are inspired by scenes from her skwistok novels. Below are the links to each story!!!
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💬 0 🔁 9 ❤️ 53 · Lingerie · I got a little inspired seeing these pics on twitter yesterday, so of course I wrote a Skwistok thing about it.
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https://www.tumblr.com/basu-shokikita/733194136434442240/why-are-the-best-things-in-life-sweet
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💬 3 🔁 9 ❤️ 48 · Reunited · I've been missing my favorite guitarists lot lately so I decided to dish out a little Skwistok sweetness to cur
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💬 3 🔁 7 ❤️ 20 · Forsaken · It was @banhaibao's birthday yesterday and in return for all the joy our friendship has given me, I wanted to m
metalocolypse insanity dump all ive been able to think about for the past like 2 weeks has been toki wartooth. this is a cryyy fro help
fanart of nathan explosion from metalocalypse for @cammiebell 😂🫱
make girlklok kiss
mwah
Slipknot at Shibuya CLUB QUATTRO, 2.7.00 +
+ bonus:
HOLY SHIT HIS THIGHS HIS ASS I WANNA AHHHH
碎石刑
掀开被子发现床单一抹死褐色,
裤子更是遭殃,
命令酸肉一样的下肢翻身,
下床,
狗一样趴在地上找拖鞋,穿拖鞋
走到桌子前,找遥控器,对准空调摁两下,对不准重新摁。戴眼镜。
去房间一端找干净裤子,关上柜门
去另一端翻棉条,关上盖子
开门,暴露在温热气中。空调快消失,挽留我。
脚步踏下湿地,母亲在左边将鸡蛋饼发到盘里,外婆在看电视,雕塑一般坐着。父亲在穿梭,头发全是水。我奔腾进厕所,殖民马桶,刷下裤子,检查门锁,把家赶到外面。
双腿间挂着的东西散发死鱼的腥臭。恶毒的黑紫红,干涸的猩褐,下体还在哭嚎。
我也不指望它消停,我像个绝望的母亲,别人嫌我小孩吵,我困到懒得说话。
过了大概一个世纪吧,笨拙地撕下卫生巾,卷起来,让血腌透的两头粘着,踩下垃圾桶,扔进去。血连着屁股干涸到进后背,把纸巾打湿,擦。把脚上的内裤和裤子扔进洗衣篮,扔不进去。下去拿,地上长出几滴血,把纸巾打湿,擦。把棉条撕开,刺进阴道,这次运气好,不用反复扎,踩下垃圾桶,把带血的外壳扔进去,咔嚓一声关上。好累。 给腿挂上干净内裤和裤子,起身把
新鲜着,还热乎的睡裤打湿,淹进烫水里,手指跳着灼烧的液体,洗。用肥皂搓,对着裤裆的一坨死褐色,洗。褐色泡沫,咕吱咕吱地被我挤压着,窜出血腥味。洗到剩下裤脚的一小滴布料是干燥的,堆到一边,领起内裤,拿起肥皂,洗。
把指甲里残留的骚味都洗干净以后
端着湿哒哒一坨东西跑出去用洗衣机洗再烘干或者晾干。
我妈问我为啥那么早起床。没刷牙不想张嘴,乱哼唧一段回复。
还得折返回来,拿肥皂拿纸去搓床单上死了半天的血渍。
时不时检查手指,是洗手液的石榴味,不是膻味。
撑开床单,垫着纸巾。放回床单,用桌上没喝完的矿泉水打湿纸巾,摁住床单,用肥皂搓。搓破床单的皮,血红泡沫是组织液,边错边腌渍出来。
外婆慢悠悠踢踏过来告诉我一个女孩子的卫生巾不该在垃圾桶里素面朝天,躺着晒太阳。
随意在句里扔着的「女孩子」是砸死我的碎石。
我的母亲和丈夫们秉持正义的手腕
将我喂给山脚下的残渣。
掀开阳光我死的惨烈,
血液孜孜不倦,
生生不息。
滚过土地,
永远丑陋。
Finally getting some space after a day of gigantic masking then some whore came over and barfed on your carpet
🦐🦐🦐🦐 second round
I don’t want a Henry Winter who has a soft spot for someone.
I don’t want Henry who is being taught how to care because he met the right person and now reveals that he is soft like a cinnamon roll.
I want to see the emotionally constipated, sexually repressed Henry Winter. I want him to realise he might be feeling something and hate himself for it. I want him to be extra cold and indifferent and for his silence to feel personal and like a punishment. I want to see him intellectualising his feelings and desires and making lists in his head about how flawed and beneath him the other person is.
I want him to think about caring and instantly punishing both himself and the (oblivious) love interest.
I want Henry to read about Orpheus and Eurydice and think of them.
I want Julian to be a messy queen and have the love interest read Henry’s translations because —hey a second opinion always helps — and Henry sitting still with a blank expression on his face as he hears them read the words he wrote.
Love won’t save him. It’d suffocate and threaten his whole worldview. A crush for him would feel like a stroke.
Poor Kate Marsh...
I think the death of the farmer is actually the process of killing Bunny from an outsider's perspective. To outsiders it's a cult. To insiders it's a fancy divine spiritual deeply connected to god Ancient Greek ritual. But this book is written in first person POV so it actually painlessly allows you to have two experiences.
The first one is that if you view it from an outsider's perspective, it's a group of crazy, pretentious art freaks going crazy with their rituals and randomly murdering a civilian.
But the second one is a personal experience. From the inside you follow Richard into the ceremony. You put on sheets, take off your shoes and run barefoot on the grass. You fall in love with Henry, growing to hate Bunny, pushing him towards the edge, sacrificing him. In this view it becomes something tolerable, something explainable, something that can be justified with "he was just a bitch and deserved it." The rationality of Bunny's death is even higher and more acceptable than that of the farmer's. But they're just civilians from any other perspective.
Why is pinkpantheress so comforting her song literally help me cope with overstimulations yayy im able to walk out of the house first time in 4 days ahhh
This is so winterbunny core i cant