so,, my names imogen anddd im looking for friends with the same interests ! 💜🦄
films/tv shows
cornetto triology, the creep tapes + films, naked (1993), house, benidorm, peep show, fear & loathing in las vegas, smiling friends, breaking bad etccc
animals i like
i LOVEE hyenas. , also african wild dogs and octopuses 🐙!
music i like love
ooohfff i could go on, dean blunt, You’ll Never Get to Heaven, whirr, alex g, blood orange, Mac deMarco etccc
but yeah thats basically it just ask me anything!! 💜✨🕯️
#i love older guys #older man <3 #older man crush #older man do it better #older men are better #older men are hot #older men see this #old man crush #older men crush #dm me daddy #older men hit different #older man dm me #need a daddy
one thing that does come to mind is how ai can’t replicate human hands, everything we’ve built has stemmed from our palms including machine yet it fails to replicate the source that put it together
#i love older guys #older man <3 #older man crush #older man do it better #older men are better #older men are hot #older men see this #old man crush #older men crush #dm me daddy #older men hit different #older man dm me #need a daddy
Leland Coyle x GN! Trial Victim Reader (plus chubby to match the new trial victim!)
This is wholly based on both the Project Boneyard trailer and this song
FOREWARNING!!!
This is written PRIOR to the actual release of Project Boneyard, and so any features about the Trial Victim that I get wrong are only because the actual trial hasn’t been released yet! Also no dialogue bc I can’t write it too well
CW: This is an X Reader fic, and contains the following themes.
•Pet play
•Mild Leather kink(?)
•Cigarette burns
•Slight Sadism and Masochism????
•General Outlast Trials TW’s (so be wary of NSFW themes, drugs, excessive violence, etc)
•There’s no explicit sexual content however I still warn there are suggestive themes
Idk how many words😔
Your breath was hot, claustrophobic in the burlap sack and scolds bridle, the air surrounding your face was humid, wet.
Your smart little suit was ruined, stained in mud, blood, puddles of god knows what. It was humiliating, feeling your thighs rub against themselves, separated only by the worsted wool of your dress trousers, sopping wet knees shuffled forward slowly, obedient as a dog. Your body swayed with its own weight, like a buoyancy in the water, bobbing along as you followed.
You could smell him.
It was a foul, disgusting smell. It was hot leather, as thought it were melting, burnt. You could smell the sweat soaking through it, and the smoke from the cigarette above, its ashes falling down like rain from heaven above. You loved that smell.
You could barely see, and what you could was blinded by the blazing lights but a silhouette stood before you, a recognisable figure. A godly figure. He was the love showered upon you, the man you crawled back to every time, just to lick the leather.
You followed at the tap of his cattle prod, your head hung low, like your mere existence in his eyes was a sin. You awaited the moment you’d bump into him, where he’d stop to see if you were paying attention, to catch you misbehaving. Just to stub out his cigarette on your tongue, to tap the ash into your eyes as you cry, but dare not speak, lest you pierce your tongue once again.
Part of you hoped he stopped, part of you hoped you failed. It felt just as good when you were bad. Sometimes he would put them out next to your ear, just so you could listen to the sizzle.
A trip along the road.
Your tongue poked the metal icicle in your mouth, a pinching reminder of where you are, of what you are and aren’t allowed to do. You may not speak, you may not see. You may only follow. You may only obey. As much as you wanted to howl at his beauty, to fall at his feet, claw at his heart and tear up his sheets, you knew better. You were a good dog.
Soon enough, you found your hands brushing along tiles, smooth, cold. Your hurting, aching hands, your hands that are cut and bleeding, muddy and wet, fell flat upon those tiles as you came to a halt, your knees sliding up behind you to surround those poor hands. His heels halted on the tile before you, but you dare not look up. Not until his cattle prod, the closest thing to a gentle, loving hand, lifted you to his gaze, the prod starting along your shoulder, caressing your clothed, hot skin as it tilted your chin to the sun. You couldn’t see his face, but you knew he was staring, maybe not with a grin, but there was something in those eyes, damned be those sunglasses that hid his eyes. He completely owned you.
- All bees will go extinct and we will have to use drone insects
- All the elites will live on Mars for the purpose of living their years because Earth is heating with climate change and the modern human life span has reduced to 30+ years because of stress and being incapable of adapting to such conditions
- Everything is boarded up, including the sun, the sky, artificial light fills the hollowness of our space. When released you only get a timed limited amount of sunlight/cool air because humans now survive by relying on a subscription from corporations that have shielded all of our needs and sold them to us. This is obligatory, and if you fail to pay (you pay by extracting fragments of your soul because humans found out our consciousness is akin to an astral nature), you simply just die and your body is grounded up.
- Humans live on a Soylent Green diet, all just fucking tokens and powder. And continuing my last take, humans when dead are crushed up into powder to be eaten. A few humans went behind the governments back and sprinkled the powder into desired places to re create the sprinkling of ashes but they were forced to clean it up with their tongue once caught.
- Black mirror, Brave New World, and other dystopias will be permanently erased from all archives and will be inaccessible to the public because of the propaganda they contain and the warped image of the government
- Biological humans are probably going to wipe out, but a new, superior race - where flesh is a weakness. Mechanical lifeforms that exceed their life span by religiously charging with an input made of our remaining water to regenerate regular thought processes of how to ruin the planet basically.
- Speaking of religion, a few groups of the remaining humans would submit to Divine Machinery with the hope of seeing redemption through the technology. Abrahamic religion would be forgotten because of the out dated traditions, the permanent erasure of religious texts and the general loss of faith.
- Music would be reduced to dull lo-fi beats with the concern for us to stay occupied and eventually depart from music, all actual musical talent is seen as a distraction and ultimately as a manipulative force, because of how diverse our genres are.
- David Attenborough would die *PEACEFULLY*, hiding from the government in the remaining kilometres of the Amazon Rainforest, listening to the sounds of wildlife, specifically parrots calling, with tears in his eyes because of the tragedy of how our planets become, and the bittersweetness of how it ends in his experience - he died a hero, and he is still grateful that he made a positive impact when he could.
Lmk about more this is all i could think of so far
washing dishes is evil because you go "oh fuck there's so many dishes this is gonna take foreverrr" and then you enter the dish abyss and emerge with your abdomen somehow covered in water and your hands all wrinky and then you look at the clock and what felt like half an hour was actually 10 minutes
one of the most erotic film series i’ve ever watched. proof that sexuality is sometimes gently represented, instead of being exaggerated - the intimacy is almost taboo because of the eeriness of josef, but the tension is the only thing both characters focus on.
“But there are dark, untouched corners within all of us. Sex can be very exciting in one moment and barely tepid the next. It can feel like love but not be love. It can feel like possession and then the person walks away. You can’t possess another person. You can’t make another person not die. If nothing else, at least my vomit fetish is mine. It’s mine and it’s real.”
