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[fullofsomething]

fever sex. burning up and sweating and panting and mind all fuzzy from the heat. chest heaving as you cling to your partner, searching desperately for relief. begging for them to take care of you since you don’t have the energy to finish yourself. hoping it’ll take your mind off of your aching body.

[meatsex]

could you maybe draw more nso/ngo vinny or denpasauce maybe?

denpasauce happy world

[goreprofonde]

It began with a need to be seen. Now you’ve made a garden in the seeing of me. Who Midased the touch golden? Who echoed the body a dis-remembrance? Was it me? From the water’s perspective, Narcissus was a failed experiment in surveillance: gays into me/gaze into me.

- George Abraham, To the Watchlist.

[cherryblossomshadow]

Qasim Rashid, Esq. (@/QasimRashid):

Class warfare is when there’s a limit to what poor & disabled people can earn before losing their benefits, but no limit to what billionaires can hoard while avoiding taxes.

We must reject the twisted idea that money incentivizes the rich but poverty incentivizes the poor.

[spider-gets-artsy]

They're in a QPR that men fear

(the first one is a redraw! old version under the cut)

[raysanthology]

Working on making Lucifer for our sins/demon whateveryouwannacallit universe so I made him in the veilguard character creator because I've temporarily lost my ability to draw. He's kinda big man in charge and hardly would have any reason to visit the human world so I haven't decided if he'll have a human name but I kinda wanna give him one just cause it feels silly to call him Lucifer idk. And the lovely Terra doodled him for me the night I thought him up. I wanted him to be big and intimidating but pretty, maybe I'll play around more but I kinda fucks with it.

Everyone is afraid of Lucifer, as well as Satan, but there's definitely relief when Satan comes to check in/give news/berate them rather than Lucifer. If it's Lucifer they're royally fucked.

[eleilinnrallin]

Father, do you see me? painting this canvas you gave me, tree-bark bloody knees and bruises darkening in mystery tones, tiny scars streaking there for longer (they are all small. for now.) I am not afraid to live on this page I have been given, to record my history in blemishes, a firstborn unfit for sacrifice.

Father, do you see me? decorating the house you gave me, ink surface-staining for a while and powder-paint settled around my eyes, fabrics hanging on each limb (they all come off. for now.) I have found some joy in this little house I have, to find ways to make it almost home, a temple to my spirit.

Father, do you know? the plans for the foundation you made, that someday sharpie stains and tiny scars will become surgery and tattooed tales, a deeper voice and calmer mind (these are only plans. for now.) I know about growth and that parental love leads us to work ourselves to be our own, as I will make myself.

[celestialeyeshine]

people are foaming at the mouth trying to ship kate with the aroace coded character instead of simply shipping her with maya hmm i wonder why