That shit is tight. I swear this guy is gonna get some more love from me at some point.
I have no clue how old you and…
I’m 32. I WIN. So far.
An Earring has a Story
That’s what you said to me, as you carefully removed mine and held it up to the hot afternoon sun, and you seemed disappointed when I told you there wasn’t one. Then, you told me the story of yours, as I lazily thumbed the warm piece of gold, and I grew drunk on your tale of violence and daring.
Was that the sea-spray, or your breath upon my cheek? The hot sand, or your skin? The rolling waves or the beating of your heart? The sun or your beard that burned me?
Your earring is heavier than mine. It reminds me of the day I fell inside.
On the recent topic of Orc Boyfriends, A Painting of Bruduk and Even
there’s a news headline generator that mixes words from real news headlines and they are fucking golden
these sound completely legit
Okay I was not expecting to laugh that hard.
Jennifer Lawrence and her Dorito Dust, oh my god, I can’t breathe.
I’d tell you, but as far as I can figure, Gangster rap and thoughts aren’t something that can actually be put together.
EDIT - So I just got called out on this by a friend for being unfair, and she’s absolutely right. I could just remove this but it’s better to correct a mistake than erase it. I’m sure quite a lot of thought goes into it, and it’s hard work, and it means something to a lot of people.
A fairer statement would be - It does not appeal to my musical tastes and I am not interested in it.
Baby’s first dental prosthetic.
I made my own tusks, oh boy. They’re cast out of dental acrylic — I tried to be as professional as possible in my build cause I wanted to learn all I could about it. They still fit my teeth a little tight but im pretty pleased with the paintjob!
After I get them to fit better I’ll probably just never take ‘em out w/e.
The age of Men is over. The time of the Orc has come.
At least that’s how it is for me.
AMEN. As someone who draws erotic work, you quickly get to a place where it’s not about the fire in your loins so much as an obsession with trying to NOT DO IT WRONG, which frequently happens anyway. C’est la vie.