Last year, I befriended a Catholic seminarian. We've gotten to be pretty decent friends. Seeing as he was staying in town for the summer and I wasn't, I entrusted him with caring for my plant.
He did a wonderful job, but as he was returning my plant to my custody, he explained "I watered her every other day, I gave her new dirt, moved her into the sunshine, prayed the rosary-"
"What?"
He looked at me, confused. "Isn't she a plant you pray with?"
"No," I said slowly. "She's a prayer plant. That's the... colloquial name of the plant."
Upon seeing his stricken face, I realized something went wrong. Turns out, this entire time, he's been including my plant in on his prayers and leaving her near icons.
Listen, totally cool. My plant becoming Catholic is a great deal for her not dying over the summer. But now I must navigate this interfaith household. Keep me in your thoughts.
if ur a trans girl and ur partner is not an ardent transfeminist frankly you need to dump their bitch ass. you can and will find better partners. i promise. i love you
āļø + star wars. idk why that's what popped into my head but now i'm curious š
Thank you for the ask š
oh i do like the prequels and original movies a lot. saw them with my parents when i was little, i used to wish i had the force + went as leia for halloween and carneval (yes the costume still sort of fits me).
I've kinda grown tired of it lately though. there's just so Much disney is bringing out, most of it meh, so i've soured on it. i still like the original movies but i don't really watch anything new that comes out of that franchise anymore.
I'm not gonna tag anyone specific but if anyone (literally anyone, even if we have no idea who each other are i'm looking at u <3) is looking for even the slightest excuse to share anything in progress š take this as your sign šš«¶
Anyway. I mentioned a bit abt alurox hair-pulling fic a while back and happily I've just about been able to work it into the lineup for kinktober, so while the full fic will be waiting for october... (porn under the cut š„°)
Alucard's heart leaps as if for a rabbit, and every hunter's instinct in him flares with that permission. He pulls again, a sharp tighten of the slack, rushes headily through with achievement when Olrox's head is yanked back until his face is turned up to the wall. He's clearly more prepared for it this time, but he still looses a strained groan - Alucard can't tell what makes up more of it, pain or pleasure - that burns through Alucard's chest as he begins to thrust again. His back arches slightly, too, and isn't that another beautiful sight?
It feels greedy to take more. He takes it anyway. He gathers more of Olrox's hair from his shoulders, wraps it in a smooth length around his hand. He curls his fingers tighter into the black silk and tugs again until Olrox gasps.
It feels too rawly intimate. It feels like staring into the sun. Olrox's hair is always his own domain - swept back into place by his own hands after every fight or fuck or bluster of wind, his braid managed by his own practiced fingers in his idle times during the day. And now Alucard's hand is woven into the night-dark strands, controlling it, defiling it further, and Olrox sounds more and more wanton with every pull.
(In a few hours, Alucard will remember something Olrox once said about hair, and battlefields and capture, and protection and power and souls. Right now, all he can think of is-)
Olrox moans tightly again and the sound aches right through Alucard's balls. Another hard thrust sounds like it knocks the air from Olrox's lungs. He's clenching around his cock with every pull - involuntarily, surely, another reaction Alucard has clawed from him - and Alucard fucks him harder, faster, hounding and desperate for his tightness and heat. Another pull; sweat falls from his chest onto Olrox's back. The sheets are snarled and rumpled beneath them.
By now Alucard is practically dragging Olrox back onto his cock by his hair, meeting him with every thrust. Olrox's pants and groans are breathy, strangled - it's because his head is pulled that far back, Alucard realises, his trachea unnaturally bent. It sounds painful.
We need more villains in media who want the protagonist carnally. this isn't about shipping or enemies to lovers I mean fucked up weird creepy infatuation. its imperative that we get more gross and obsessive antagonists
July 21, 2026 - Arrested student protesters in Mumbai are freed by a comrade after a brutal police crackdown on huge student demonstrations across India demanding the resignation of the minister of education and prime minister Modi. [video]
back when I made my masked ainur post for Tolkien Fashion Week, I was also playing around with some gandalf designs. I couldnāt settle on one I liked so I dropped them ā¦ but in retrospect, I think I like both haha
This movie has some of the best character designs Iāve ever seen for like. A modern day live-action movie.
The strong silhouettes. The color theming. I love how it fits the movieās time period of being modern day with older aesthetics. I ESPECIALLY love yo-yos outfit. This movie is fucking fantastic.
I actually recommend everyone write for a rarepair once because it completely changes your relationship with fandom. Engagement stops being numbers and starts being names. You know who's going to show up. You recognize usernames. Someone disappears for a while and then comes back and you're like āOH MY GOD WELCOME HOME.ā It's incredibly wholesome. It is also deeply inconvenient when all six of you simultaneously get writer's block-
My fellow goths need to STOP associating gothness with pale skin RIGHT NOW. Goths can be brown, goths can be Black, and goths can be dark-skinned. Acknowledge this, respect this, and make goth spaces inclusive of brown and dark-skinned people or die by my sword š¤ŗ
