Ginger Peach Pie

[bundibird]

I've said it before and I'll say it again. We need a "This is absolutely NOT mature content" feedback button on posts. You can report a post as missing a community label. We should also be able to report posts as having a community label when they dont fucking need one.

[ooppo]

At this point it's more disappointing than shocking that not a single assassin in the states can aim a fucking gun

[ooppo]

Not fucking really

[ahmnorhein-zkn]

Repost, now do your honors.

[jkl-fff]

Trans people just existing is no more sexual than when cis people just exist.

[fandiagnosis]

every meeting between silver and max is simultaneously the funniest and most serious conversation ever. schemer to schemer communication

[fandiagnosis]

black sails understands the entertainment that comes from having every single character be insane and just letting them loose

[unearthlydust]

SEBASTIAN STAN 'Destroyer' Press Conference

[citystompers1]

Behind the scenes of Godzilla (1998)

[memebf]

man why didn’t they just have this guy fight him off. dude’s huge

[sigmaleph]

i wouldn't fight godzilla if i was this dude's size, for roughly the same reason i wouldn't fight a komodo dragon at the size i currently am

[squareallworthy]

Not even to save New York?

[sigmaleph]

what has new york ever done for me

[escuerzoresucitado]

Whitetip reef shark (Triaenodon obesus)

[fullfrontalfish]

Oh to be in a pile of sharks

[should-be-sleeping]

Girl's night!

[words-and-coffee]

Alice Te Punga Somerville, Always Italicise: How to Write While Colonised - Kupu rere kē

[assiraphales]

I am in love w the way pre 2000s films have that hazy feel to them. hd honestly kills the vibe

[assiraphales]

I think that’s one of the reasons why “period” media that’s marketed off the Aesthetic sometimes bothers me.......like they get the music, the clothing, the cars......and yet it always feels like something is missing

like,

vs

or even compare the early x files to the reboot

something is just lost with the crispness

[assiraphales]

someone in the tags said early spn vs new supernatural and tbh 100% yes !!

vs

I never realized how much I missed the grainy undersaturated filing ...... “good lighting” and sharpness strike again

[aphony-cree]

Seasons 1-3 were shot on 35mm film

4-15 were all shot on digital cameras, a change that the network insisted on

[thedustycrow]

Yeah the exact thing that changed is that all the old stuff was recorded on film and all the new stuff was recorded on digital media.

[jmtorres]

i was going to say the film thing and the someone brought up supernatural and i was like "nah" and then @aphony-cree out here dropping that bomb.... in *2005,* to *2008?* there was a show shooting on film???? god you guys MOST shows went though this transition in the 90s how the fuck was SPN on FILM

[aphony-cree]

In the 2000s dramatic shows had a good shot of convincing networks to let them use film. The network still had film cameras they’d bought and maybe hadn’t gotten enough use out of before the switch to digital. Most dramas can’t be shot entirely in the studio, they need to go on location, so it made sense to let them use the older cameras while the new expensive digital cameras stayed in the studio where they were safer

Supernatural wanted the 35mm film aesthetic and hated when they were forced to switch to digital

[satancheeto]

They just recently released a 4K version of Lord of the Rings and they’re so Crisp. None of those soft fantasy vibes

[assiraphales]

[moki-dokie]

one of my least favorite things about these 4k updates to films (especially ones that used actual film) is that they also go and try to do color correction. like there’s a REASON that some scenes are heavily blue saturated. that wasn’t purely an effect of using film, but also a choice during the editing process. color is just as important to a movie as anything else.

it’s the exact reason why the matrix was shot with blue heavily filtered out to give that greenish-gray appearance, which added to the feel for a grungey dystopian machine-ruled future. The 4k version of it still has that there for the most part, but you can tell they did some color correction too and it throws off the entire vibe.

not to mention 4k updates of older movies REALLY makes the CGI stand out in a bad way and often times reveals imperfections in makeup that they knew, at the time, wouldn’t be noticed once everything was edited and it hit the big screens.

[sewickedthread]

There's something a theatrical costumer told me about, the 10 foot rule. As long as the costume can pass muster from 10 feet away, it's good enough. Too sharp attention ruins the illusion.

[silvandar]

Sacrificing film techniques for capitalist re-release since 4k.

[dingdongyouarewrong]

i know that it's seen as, like, a fedora reddit atheist thing to say 'the christian practice of teaching children about hell is child abuse' but the christian practice of teaching children about hell is child abuse and the more time i spend with people who were raised very christian the more confident i am about saying this.

[youchoseeachother]

[fine-ass-fatshion]

This is not like a fully completed thought but yk

So I've done my first aid + CPR a few times. And every single time I try and bring up scenarios for fat folks

Specifically like 'what if someone is too large for me to wrap my arms around then to do the heimleich'

And its incredibly rare I get a decent answer.

How absolutely insane is it that me, as a fat person, is asking how to have MY life saved or to save ANOTHER life, is an impossible feat if someone is fat.

Most of the time they tell me to 'just try anyways uwu'

There has got to be a better option.

[whiskeydickclaws]

From a first aid and CPR trainer, who is also fat.

The heimleich is scientifically as effective as slapping someone VERY hard on the back. The only reason it's so well taught is the man that invented it did a lot of great PR for himself. It's also a bit easier for smaller framed people to get the necessary force in, because people are often extremely scared to hurt people, even in life threatening situations.

With larger bodied people, whether they be fat, tall, muscular, etc. If you cannot get your arms around them, literally just slap the shit out of their shoulders. You want hard, open palmed slaps right in the center of the shoulders or slightly below.

If they are too tall for you to reach that high, guide them to lean over the back of a chair, and then slap slap slap slap slap.

It's been proven to be just as effective through many studies. It just doesn't have a trademarked name and a dramatic effect in film.

If you have to do CPR on a larger bodied person, again, fat, body builder, tall and broad, whoever, the trick to finding where you want to put your hands if going to be to take your hand and shove it in their armpit. No seriously. Put your hand in their armpit, then drag it in a straight line towards yourself until you're in the center of the chest, then put your other hand beneath that one. This is where you push. Then you are going to move the arm closest to you out of the way so you can get closer to them, and get the leverage you need to press down for compressions. The more of your body weight that is over your hands, the better the compression will be. Act like you are trying desperately to pack the last of your clothes in a suitcase, and just slam down hard on their chest.

They will make *horrible* noises. You might even break ribs.

But a broken rib is better than being dead.

One day, perhaps, other CPR and First Aid instructors will actually know and teach this shit. But the medical field is filled with people who don't know, don't care, or just outright hate fat people. So while this information won't fix your complaint, I do hope it helps someone out there with saving their loved ones, should it ever be needed.

[fine-ass-fatshion]

Hey, thank you so much for this addition!!!

[prismatic-bell]

Also, if you can get ever so slightly above ground level on a STURDY surface—by “ever so slightly” I mean like three to five inches, not a lot—it’ll give you a bit more leverage to get your weight right over their chest, because it’ll put your body above a decent amount of their size.

[sparrowsfallingfromthesky]

one day late but. there he is

[acapelladitty]

Dream/Corinthian - Consent (Kinktober #7)

Summary - The Corinthian considers his relationship with his maker, Dream of the Endless, and how nothing between them can ever be simple. After all, how much can a creation consent to the will of its creator? (nsfw)

Foolish and stupid.

Thoughts the Corinthian lashed himself with as he pulled away from Dream’s hand, recoiling in such a way that an innocent onlooker would have thought the thin extremity had burned him with its very touch.

Going to be punished.

The taste of Dream’s blood against his lips was as divine as ever, thrumming with the limitless energy which powered through the veins of any of the immortal Endless. It was heavy and old, the coppery blood holding a power which he dared not swallow even as his tongue wrapped around it, savouring what little he could before he was made to suffer for the indiscretion.

To bite the Dream Lord without permission, even in the throes of teasing passion, was a slight he did not think his master would take to in a kindly manner.

The steady drip of crimson as it fell from Dream’s extended hand continued to act as a wicked sirens call, beckoning him to act; to drive himself forward to ruin and dash himself against the rocks of his own hubris as he fought against the urge to once again take that which did not belong to him.

"Corinthian."

Shame forced his expression lower, his nails clenched into his palms so tightly that he knew thin white crescents would be formed where they met.

"Look at me, now."

A voice which brokered no argument and the Corinthian followed the instruction as resentment coiled around his throat. But the sensation was quick to dissolve into open surprise as Dream presented his palm mere inches away from his face, his expression unyielding as it gave nothing away. His master remained naked, his thin frame spread against the sheets of his bed, and the Corinthian gripped his fingers tightly against the fabric as he staved off the hunger which attempted to claw its way free of his chest.

"You were crafted as a being of precision and wretched determination, compelled by a hunger which you satiate with glee. I will not hold you accountable for this mistake, but I will not stand for such untidiness."

"My Lord." The displeasure in Dream's tone making his skin want to crawl off in equal parts shame and twisted pleasure, the Corinthian did not dare to take his gaze from Dream's empty expression.

"Clean your mess," flexing his slender digits as a fresh bead of blood rolled from his palm to his index finger, Dream continued his short speech, "and do not spare any diligence as you clean me with the tongue I mercifully allow you to keep."

The wash of relief which flowed through the Corinthian’s chest soothed his fears, if only for a moment, as a sickening whine snapped free of dangerous jaws; a wolf given free rein to indulge in its meal. His tongue followed instruction well, wrapping around the small wound he had left on Dream’s immaculate hand as he sucked it within his mouth to clean off the mess. His cock, hot and heavy as it bobbed against his stomach, twitched with every gentle pull of his mouth against the pale skin.

“Great nightmare,” Dream announced and the slight purr in his tone was unmistakable as his presence bore down heavily on his most precious creation, “you complete this task as well as any other.”

Before he could respond, the Corinthian found himself gasping in surprise as, in a short blink, their positions were reversed, and the Corinthian found his back pressed down harshly against the silken sheets as the Dream Lord kneeled between his legs.

His mind stuttered to a halt as Dream spat onto his slender fingers, the act appearing far too vulgar and human for one so haughty as he offered some meagre comfort for what was to follow.

Without any preparation, the stretch was too much, too soon, and a wicked growl escaped him as he relished in the discomforting burn as Dream thrust several fingers within him, opening him up without mercy. Never one to shy away from a little pain with his pleasure, the erotic ache only increased as Dream continued to push further.

The sharpened nails which tipped Dream's fingers clawed a vicious story into the smooth expanse of his unprotected chest, every thrust carving out another scarlet line until a trickle of liquid danced its way down his stomach. Sweat or blood, he did not know, but the Corinthian relished in the sensation as his thumbs dug into the marbled flesh of Dream's wrist with enough strength to snap the bones of an average human.

It was violent possession, and both wore the guilt of that hollow need as they consumed the other in the only way they knew how.

It was almost too much.

"No. Fuck." Corinthian begged, the word sounding hollow even to his own ears. "I can't take it."

"Yes, you can." Sounding almost petulant, Dream refuted him with a simple shake of his head. "You were built to endure horrors far greater than the simple pleasures I offer."

"Nothing you offer is simple."

"And yet you still attempt to deny me."

So lost in the roiling sensations which gutted him from the inside out, the Corinthians lips were loosened in such a way that the next question slipped out without too much thought until he caught himself.

"Would you stop? Could you-"

The cadence of Dream’s tone never shifted from the almost conversational manner it had adopted, the fact that his fingers never ceased their torment of his writhing creation making no difference to his considerations.

"Ask it of me. And mean it, my precious nightmare. Then you will have your answer."

The Corinthian's lips formed around the immediate refusal. A simple statement was all it would take and his question would be answered with curiosity sated. However, as quickly as bravado bolstered him, it fled to be replaced by a wicked hesitation which looped around his chest like a snare – barbed and cruel as it dug into the crystalline flesh.

It was unfamiliar territory and the uncertainty of it could not be ignored.

For Dream to simply take from him, as he always had in his constant demands, was to be expected and that certainty of his own helplessness had always provided a certain comfort as much as it enraged him.

After all, what power could a creation hold when faced with the merciless attention of its creator?

But to ask for mercy and be shown it? To have his agency restored, even for a moment, was a cruelty he did not think he could bear. Not when such clemency was dangled before him like a dainty bauble, little more than something to be snatched away as soon as the inevitable disappointment of his needs touched at Dream's senses.

“No.” The Corinthian shook his head, keening as a particularly brutal push of Dream’s relentless fingers forced his body to tremble in place.

Above him, the Dream Lord smiled and his thumb slipped within the Corinthian’s aching hole, the stretch as incredible as it were unbearable as he set out to ruin that which he owned – knowing that his creation was as complicit in its destruction as he were.

[whanderlost]

james lloyd cole

[120000-ants-deactivated20210730]

[thesecretuncle]

WAIT

HOL UP

[leehttuce]