#soft-brutality

[wornbriefly]

There’s a moment before the first strike where I’m still mine. Still bracing. Still unsure if this is going to break me or bind me tighter. He draws it out on purpose. Because he knows I break better that way.

[antiqueanimals]

Norwegian elkhound and/ or swedish elkhound?

1.) Edward Herbert Miner. 1941.

2.) Piero Cozzaglio. 1976.

3.) Nina Scott Langley. c. 1930s.

4.) George Vernon Stokes. 1938.

[wornbriefly]

This Body Wasn’t Built for Display. But I Offer It Anyway

I feel exposed when someone looks at my body. Not seen—exposed. There’s shame. Embarrassment. That twitchy, skin-crawling urge to hide. Like maybe if I stay turned just right, keep the light low enough, I can control what they notice. Maybe I can stay desirable by staying slightly out of reach.

But once I’m on my knees, something changes. In front of the right person—in front of my person—I feel beautiful. I feel like I have a purpose. I feel wanted in a way that quiets all the static.

I still get conflicted. About showing my stomach. My arms. The front of me. The parts where loose skin and stretch marks show up like proof. Proof that I’ve changed. That I’ve survived things. That this body has been lived in and fought with. Sometimes I feel like I’m only beautiful from behind—until I turn around and all my trauma is on display. I hate that it feels like that. But it does.

And still—I offer it. Not because I love it. But because I’m trying to live in it again.

Submission lets me experience my body differently. I step into it like a room I was afraid to enter. I move like it might actually be mine. It’s not about performance. It’s about belonging to something—someone—in a way that makes me feel real.

I still struggle to separate being wanted from being accepted. And honestly, I’m not sure I want to feel the difference. Because once you see it, you can’t unsee it. Once you realize you were only ever being wanted, it’s hard to keep handing yourself over like it’s safe.

But I crave being taken. I don’t need a pedestal. I need a grip. I need to be used like I’m already chosen.

The bravest thing I’ve done with my body? Letting it be recorded. And watching it back. Watching the stretch marks. The angles I avoid. The softness I wish I could edit out. Watching it all—and not looking away.

This body wasn’t built for display. But I offer it anyway.

[based-orochimaru]

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It do be like that for y'all huh 😂

[officialevangelion]

everytime I hear the first part of a cruel angels thesis, I get super passionate and it feels like my heart is about to explode and I just want to cry followed by an evangelion marathon

Cruel Angel’s Thesis is honestly one of my favorite songs for the very same reason.  It invokes a lot of feelings.

-Admin Adam

[officialevangelion]

from 1 to 10, how much of a loser am I for making a OC eva unit

Zero cuz that’s rad tbh. If you drew it I’d be happy to reblog it.

-Admin Adam

[fuckyeahhomestuck]

fear not, I also believed it to be a game... I was super excited when I thought I could give that fucker john a name of my choice

to be fair, the names i tried to input were probably pretty on par with zoosmell pooplord