Who am I without what has happened to me? (18+ blog)

I think I might have inhaled you. I can feel you behind my eyes. You've gotten into my bloodstream, I can feel you floating in me. (Noah Wyle slander will not be tolerated in this house)

[forestdeity]

fighting to the urge to ask “what do you honestly think about me and please provide as much detail as possible”

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[lizardsfromspace]

The best resolution to a missing persons case ever was that developmentally disabled person who walked off in 1986 saying he "wanted to be a cowboy in Texas", starting a twenty-one year search for him on the assumption he died somewhere in the desert or was murdered, only for everyone to discover that he had spent those decades working as a cowboy on a ranch in Texas. Missing persons investigators rarely consider that maybe they achieved their dreams

[questcequecestqueca]

This mugshot, taken on September 23, 1943, captures 19-year-old Elizabeth Short staring into the camera with a mix of uncertainty and quiet defiance. At the time, she had been arrested for nothing more than underage drinking—a small moment, almost forgettable. Yet fate would twist her story into one of America’s darkest legends.

Less than four years later, Elizabeth became “The Black Dahlia,” her life violently cut short in postwar Los Angeles. Found posed and mutilated in Leimert Park on January 15, 1947, her murder shocked a nation and remains unsolved.

Now, this simple mugshot isn’t just a record—it’s a frozen echo of lost innocence, a haunting reminder of dreams turned to nightmare, and a face that history can’t forget.

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[lazer-exe]

I'm gonna say it, I do think that even the laziest person imaginable should have a roof over their head, food in their stomach, and access to healthcare

[thememedaddy]

[anxietyproblem]

[anxietyproblem]

[twobeesornottwobees]

printers behave like that because the medieval monks they put out of work are haunting them

[annori]

“it depends” is a gateway drug to much more dangerous substances like “critical thinking” and “media literacy”. stay safe out there

[lovedeluxe92]

oh okay so the only way out is through

[anxietyproblem]

[ruth-belcher]

Getting wine drunk with your boyfriend Jack...💚 / 18+ / MDNI!

Thinking about how red wine makes Jack shy and sensitive. Makes him all warm and pliant, his handsome face turning pink when you point out that he’s getting hard just from you resting your head on his lap.

The two glasses and empty bottle of Merlot on the coffee table between the couch where you’re cuddled up and the TV where the movie you both pretended to watch was enough evidence that tonight had taken a turn, but a good one, a welcome one. You weren’t afraid to let your new boyfriend find out how seductive red wine made you and he was all too supple for your hands to mold when you let your palms rub over his muscular thighs in his sweats, feeling the tendons tense, feeling his dick twitch under your cheek when you nudge your face to it. “Down, boy,” you tease and that just makes him turn pinker and makes his dick jump again.

So when you straddle him, it’s like he melts under you and into the couch. Letting you feel how strong and hot he is under his shirt as you run your hands up his body, over his shoulders, and behind his head with fingers in his short curls that you use to steer his pretty face back to yours because you caught his eyes dipping to how pretty you look sitting on him. Yet Jack isn’t reaching to touch, almost like he’s waiting for permission, so you settle your hands over his on the cushions to help him familiarize himself with the curve of your thighs, hips, and waist as you kiss his mouth and suck in his raspy, little grunt when you adjust yourself on his lap. There goes his dick twitching again, right at the center of your leggings where you feel damp because it turns you on knowing how easy Jack is for you...

“You wanna fuck me, baby?” The words slip out of you so simple and saccharine and it’s funny watching how it makes Jack’s brain short circuit. His eyelids fall low and his lips part but another desperate and quiet noise escapes them before he bites his lip when you grind on him now. His hands tremble for a second when they linger at the small of your back, his thumb brushing a bit of skin beneath your shirt. His hips tilt up involuntarily at the mere feel of you, at the sound of your voice. “Look at you. You want me to ride you, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Jack gives, all yearning and maybe a little orgasmic, too, like he’d come in his damn boxers if you kept moving against him like this. That was a fun idea but…it’s more fun to watch his pupils dilate and let in all the light from the halo he sees over your head as you bounce yourself a little on his dick. Mesmerized by his dream woman fucking him into the sweetest stupor as he hangs on by a thread, fingertips pulling gently at the bare flesh of your thighs before it’s your hips and then your bottom because he’s whining for you to slow down or else—“I’m gonna come. Baby…wait.”

You’ve already come yourself and you’re working on your second and the sheer thought of Jack spilling his warm, goopy cum in you as you make him fuck it deeper when you grind on him makes you come again. Hard. Hands on his face and your forehead to his as you close your eyes and let it take hold of you, feeling his warm breath kiss your lips as he pants and abruptly gives in, too. The spasms of your pussy milking him and sharp, little moans sending him over the edge, no doubt. His dick presses in so good that you feel it at the bottom of your tummy as he purrs an aching, “Oh, fffuck,” to your cheek and you’re certain you’ll both make a detour to CVS for a Plan B before you grab coffee and breakfast in the morning. But for now, you listen to Jack breathe your name and grip your body all over because he’s looking for the best place to get a firm grip on you and rip you off of him because he’s whimpering.

But he’s still hard in you so…

“Mmhmm. Come in this pussy,” you coach him sweetly, your knees sinking into the cushions as you angle yourself atop him to rock against him slower. Hips moving on instinct, chasing what feels too good, soaking every inch of him as you find a rhythm that leaves you both almost breathless. No space between you and what little is left is just enough to let the mess you’ve created together start to drip to the couch and seep a squelching sound into the room that your moans swallow soon after. His and your pleasure wrapping around each other and Jack all but emptying himself when he comes again in minutes. Body locking up under you and muscles trapping you against him with heavy arms, a cocoon of warmth and slight sweat and quick pulses that you feel in more than one place…your lips trace one of them as you kiss his neck and whisper, “That’s my baby...mnhh, that’s it.”

God, you could listen to his airy, little groans for you all night, especially when they break even further just from you moaning softly, “Who does this dick belong to?” next to his ear. Jack couldn’t groan something along the lines of “yours, i-it’s yours” fast enough. But they turn into snores soon after as you both crawl into bed and let him blanket you when you fall into a deep, dark sleep that crashes into the glaring sun too soon. Minimal hangover, sore muscles, but Jack’s arm over your waist and mouth between your shoulder blades with lazy kisses is a lovely alarm clock. No more Merlot for a while…maybe.

[sippingchai]

[decompose1]

i dislike the weird jump to blame suicide victims for their suicides and call them selfish. suicide is very frequently in some way a social murder. i think instead of blaming someone who was in such a dark place that they saw no other way out we should maybe be blaming the people who threw gas on the fire, such as those with a lot of power to make that person's life that bad or those who abused them into it. is that really that unreasonable

[sugar-petals]

saw someone say they feel bad and awkward ‘contributing nothing’ to fandom (“no fics, no drawings, no theories, just gluttony”) and to anyone who feels inferiority about this i gotta say us creators, doing things for free, love nothing more than your unbridled spiralling greed in our notifications aka genuinely be more unapologetically gluttonous 24/7 there is nothing wrong with enjoying something insatiably because us writers and artists feel empty and despairing without a passionate audience and feral surroundings so please and thank you and we love you

[draculastarion]

yes!!!! you CAN contribute something!!!!! if you feel guilty, you can:

reblog art instead of just liking it! not only will you increase the amount of people who see it (more cool people seeing cool art!!!!) but then you can also leave some nice comments in the tags about how cool the art is!!!

no theories??? you can reblog the ones you really like, or even question the ones you don’t! fandom thrives on engagement! i’m not saying yell at someone for having a different opinion, but there’s no harm saying “oh, i didn’t see it that way. can you tell me more?” if you know of someone who has cool/interesting theories, please encourage them to talk more about it!! they probably held back the first time!

COMMENT ON FIC!!!!!! please, we are begging. literally just a heart emoji as a second kudos feels like the bare minimum but damn… sometimes we out here getting NO comments. one single emoji in the inbox might MAKE SOMEONE’S DAY.

if you feel guilty, if you feel greedy, ENGAGE WITH THE CONTENT

[grimeclown]

I got a job at a gas station across from a casino and a guy keeps coming in to buy whole cartons of cigarettes and talks in the third person calling himself "snake eyes pete" and every time I tell him his total hes like "tell ya what if old Pete rolls a snake eyes why dont you give it to him for free?" and he rolls the same set of loaded dice on the counter and it does not matter how many times he rolls snake eyes I will not give him the cartons for free he gets so mad

[threedollarsdotcom]

yaouch! that hurts me when you hit me until I'm blood