got a fun SOS lineup in rise earlier

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got a fun SOS lineup in rise earlier
very funny to me to imagine shane hollander buying condoms. in my head he’s too awkward to buy them at the store so he adds them to a grocery delivery but when the guy drops the order off he’s like oh yeah and they were out of the mega box of trojans so we had to substitute durex can you sign your full name here indicating you’re okay with the switch and then his eyes get huge and he’s like omg SHANE HOLLANDER??? and shane’s spiraling thinking about the guy selling his signed condom substitution receipt as a one-of-a-kind autograph. at least everyone will think shane hollander fucks
the real question wake up dead man (2025) asks is not who is the killer or is god real or what is benoit blanc's favorite musical. the question is can there be such a thing as an excess of stained glass visual callbacks and heavy handed metaphors?
and the answer to that should be as self-evident as the stained glass visual callbacks and heavy handed metaphors. no. the real killer is, as tends to be the case with these movies, entrenched misogyny. we can suppose blanc's favorite musical is les mis or perhaps chicago. god's a story with many uses. and there is no such thing as an excess of stained glass imagery.
@morgwenmicrofic | prompt: "just this time" | pairing: morgana & gwen
inspired by this tiktok :) i made the list thinking of all the ways morgana and gwen could have been connected while morgana was in camelot, before she became, well, evil. and safe to say i cried :)
i told myself "hey i need to stop making uselessly long projects and just do simple easy quick stuff to work on my art". and i immediately got started on this thing
"They're for your own good," Lizabet tells Kay as she finishes securing the mittens onto Kay's hands. They're not that hard to get off, but they require the dexterity of having more fingers than Kay currently has access to, so even as she fumbles with the buckle to try to undo it, she knows it's not going anywhere.
"I'm not--" Kay's unwieldy hand slides right off of the buckle, and she makes an irritated noise. "Look, it was just a little mess. And what about when I need to do things?"
"I am happy to help you with anything you need help with," Lizabet informs her. "All you need to do is ask."
Kay thinks the mittens can't stay for that long--her roommate will surely get sick of helping Kay with all of the normal aspects of daily life she can't do with them on--but Lizabet doesn't seem bothered by them at all.
Needing to ask Lizabeth to do things as simple as turn doorknobs and make food makes Kay burn with embarrassment, though.
She's never felt so helpless.
--
"It's for your own good," Lizabet tells Kay as she finishes sliding the plug into Kay's cunt, securing the small vibrator over her clit, and then locking her up in the chastity belt. She doesn't even bother to put a lock on it, because it's not like Kay can manage to open it anyway.
"I don't --" The vibrator pulses on for just a second, and Kay breaks of with a squeal. "Oh god. This isn't--"
The vibrator turns on again, just a low-level hum, and she bites off her own words with a gasp.
"You can't touch yourself, of course," Lizabet says clinically, "and it's not as though it's practical for me to rub you off whenever you need to cum, so this is the simplest solution."
"But how will I--you--"
Sympathetically, Lizabet says, "Oh, Kay, you can hardly be trusted to decide when you need to cum, can you? Not when you can't even be trusted with your fingers."
--
"it's for your own good," Lizabet tells Kay as she slides a dildo gag into Kay's mouth and then secures it around the back of her head so it stays in place.
Kay tries to protest, but it just comes out a garbled mumble. The vibrator pulses to life between her legs, like it's rewarding her for not being able to talk.
"You make yourself sound so silly with everything you say, acting like you know what you're talking about. This will keep you from making such a fool of yourself, okay?"