#thebrain

[morgueradish]

pinky and the brain as campy Audrey and Seymour………idk I’ve had this idea rolling around for like two years I cannot lie

[littlefeathersjournal]

I wanna be your boyfriend.

Okay, I gave it some thought and I wanna be your boyfriend.

Let me get the time you share, with the oddities of this world.

Give me a hand and I'll give two back.

I won't struggle to grip you then.

Closer and closer, tighter and tighter... my hold on you has just gotten started, but I have yet more to do.

I want to sit down with you, talk out the world with you.

I want to go above and beyond, before coming back home with you.

Can I be your man?

I mean, it's not just because I got your hand.

It's because I looked into your eyes and I saw my friend.

The man that I would go to back for.

The man I would love and doesn't need to pretend.

I'm what you need within.

I can get rid of the unnecessary moments that you feel like you have to defend yourself.

Put me on, let's go long and strong.

Let's keep the day awake as we fight back the dawned.

Let me be who holds you tighter than a turtle neck sweater on an early winter day, kissing you up - early in that morning.

I can imagine those rough start kind of days, when you don't want to come out of your shell, so you just go back inside...

hiding away... staying absent from my sight... but not in my mind.

During moments like that, I'd want to go out and look for you, I'd like to come and find you.

Anywhere you are, is worth my time... its worth my patience and I know it's where and when we'll shine.

You are already made perfect, I'd just like to put an good word in.

Like I'm applying for a job that nobody else put forth an application, so nobody got in.

I'm ready to move a mountain.

I'm ready to stop time.

I'm ready to travel between our minds to find all the places we'd love to stay in.

To have fun, to have a good laugh, to do some things that would make a day good for us and/or maybe even those more rigid areas where we would come to tears, crying out our fears.

Closing the door on all of whats near, but not dearest to us.

If this works, it'll be like it was predestined.

Love would be understood as the major undertaken.

I want to see you do well with me.

I want you to see me do well with you.

I'll put you right next to my faith, I'll spread the word of your coming...

amongst myself first and then I'll open all of the doors and give a call to the wind...

then onto letting all of my memories, near and far...

flow from me like it's all made of water; though it's a spirit.

It will work, you will see.

I just have to hold my breath for a few seconds, inhale and exhale... chant a mantra or two and then it's on with me and you.

You could be my boo, you could be whats been cool for me to do.

To build a home on settled lands, take time but I'm already there.

I told you how much I care.

I care to engage you on an empathic level, making no difference at first, in what I feel up under my head of hair.

Letting the synaptic response system do it's thing, communicating everything that has happened, will happen and with great interests, it's all laid out like a folktale, a legend, a plan, or a story.

Like a novel and/or a book, one I'd open only with clean eyes to take a look.

I'd join you in harmony, meeting your weakness with supports and meeting your strengths with sensitivities.

Maximizing my efforts in due time, I wanna pray you through to me.

I wanna pray me through to you.

So, when the day comes to know what came of, what we're getting out into the open air today.

Include me as the person who has a reservation.

I wanna get to listen, to your concerns, your decision, your thoughts, and/or your opinion.

Lastly but not least, I would like you to know something.

It goes like this...

In time, love goes into the mind... looking for a place to build a home.

What happens next is much like that in which happens, when the area is ready to be designated an occupied zone.

Love doesn't want to cheat, love doesn't want to hurt... it doesn't want to fight, kill and steal, it only wants to learn.

The ways of the way in which has already been made, laid and in the best terms, have already been dictated.

Now, after love has gone in and occupied an area and designated its terms for its zone.

Love sets out to build its communications network, its life supports and its otherwise capable, its operable systems.

Next love, starts building it's residence.

Building deep into the mind, away from any quake or violent nature's.

Love gets into the area, much like it would if it were to be considered for staying for an extended period of time.

Touching with its receptors, found in another brain...

starting what is now known to be...

its understanding of what you are, not who you are...

where and when...

nobody else would ever say.

And after love has built its place to stay, it's residence for a while...

it sends forth it's plan and its purpose for why it's been extending its hand.

Love doesn't only want to be itself, you know, well to love...

but also, love wants to learn, love wants to live and love.

Love is willing to go on and beyond the mind of anyone who has one to reach it, to keep it, to teach it and/or to give/share it.

Don't get me wrong, love knows the ins and outs of the inner connecting parts of itself.

There are days, that the spirit just wants to rest and there are days when the spirit is the most inquisitive somebody out there amongst us, but guess what...

because the version of love that you get and you give, is that of the love in which has never had to lie about loving itself...

learning to love itself, and living better knowing such a reality can lend itself to another human being.

Making the world of worlds, existing first in our minds... the better place to be found.

And thats where I'll stop.

I'll think of you and may you know it too.

The end.

Until next time, peace out.

Written by Little Feather Wittentale

April 06, 2026

[minyboy]

They're Pinky and The Brain, yes Pinky and The Brain, one is a genius, the other's insane.

[lemonfairyd]

Fine, I guess you can kiss my head... . . . DO NOT REPOST. Thank you. #lemonfairyart #pinkyandthebrain #pinkyandthebrainfanart #patb #patbfanart #brinky #brinkykiss #grumpyoldman #thebrain #pinky https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce-ptTdOZAO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[blackincontext]

part 2 - The following faces are not those of real people but the creations of an AI neural network. None of them exist.

thispersondoesnotexist.com    twitter: @leotheartist3

[iamtrashforsin]

Hello yes it is I, sinning-and-screaming, I’ll use 👾 to identify myself.

Something I’ve definitely been thinking about is brat Remus and how his doms, Logan and Janus, differ in how they go about punishing him.

Logan is the more strict of the two, so being a brat when Logan’s involved means he’s getting punished, 100%. He prefers being physical, so he’ll usually spank Remus or just fuck him mercilessly. Overstimulation is another one he’s fond of— sticking a dildo in him while using a vibrator on his cock, and making him cum as many times as he can.

Janus is slightly more lenient, but his method differs in that he takes a hands-off approach. He’ll tie Remus down, use a ball gag on him, perhaps even use a cock ring, and forces Remus to watch him pleasure himself. He also likes to throat-fuck Remus, having him almost choke on his cock.

When the two team up, Remus becomes an absolute mess.

Remus's hands are tied tightly on his back, cockring on seeming just as tight as his cock throbbed. He was currently being forced to lean over, Janus's cock thrusting deep into his mouth. He's feels like he's choking, constant tears streaming down his face having already been overstimulated. The scaled hand grasped as Remus's hair ever so tightly, while behind him was being treated just as rough if not more. Logan spared no mercy, he was pent up and ready to let go of everything. Remus was such a brat and deserved what was coming to him. Logan was bent over holding onto Remus for dear life while thrusting into him with a strap on just as mercilessly as Janus if not moreso. In the Logical side's mind, the last thing Remus deserved was being fucked with a real cock especially after the display he gave. He didn't deserve to speak, much less get what he really wanted.. at first anyways. Logan wasn't cruel afterall. Remus had received the spanking of a lifetime before anything had started, the pent up side had put that paddle to good use having hit Remus for what felt like hours on end before even touching him. His ass was almost as red as a tomato with several bruises already forming and still being abused as Logan thrust so roughly into him, putting just enough pressure to feel every bit of the sweet sweet pain that came before. Even then the poor side couldn't get a break, Lo had a vibrator on max that was sitting directly in-between the Brat's balls and base of his cock. If it wasn't for Remus deepthroating Janus's cock, he would be screaming his lungs out. At this point he lost track at just how many times he came, it felt like every few seconds his head became so dizzy and clouded with lust. Nothing else mattered but this. Just Logan and Janus. Just being filled to the brim and fucked he's nothing but a toy. Just this, forever ~

[uispeccoll]

#MiniatureMonday

The Brain: A Cycle of Poems by Winston Weathers

This little book by Winston Weathers and published by  Tulsa, Oklahoma : Studio Art/Compo is very colorful, with its red plastic comb binding and multihued brain images. For all the students on Winter Break, hopefully you have a chance to rest up your brain for next semester!

“Front covers are laminated with title and author on front cover and publisher and year on back cover. Poem text recto, color illustrations of brain verso; Four red patterned pages are placed throughout book.”--Catalog  

--Diane R., Special Collections Graduate Student

[good-vibes-or-goodbyes]

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