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cuatrocientos-veinte:

the fucking caption was “new from monsato”

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gatisss:

jesusfuck

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ladyogrady:

My thesis project, Dom & Sub, a.k.a. why I’ve been such a bad tumblr-er/bad friend/etc. My artist statement:

Dom & Sub is a body of illustrative work in digital media that attempts to humanize practitioners of BDSM and offer a representation of kinky sex that not only refutes negative stereotypes but informs the audience that sadomasochistic play is done best between happy, healthy, and consenting adults. I portrayed the couple in the work not only engaging in S&M play but also building a “scene” together and nurturing one another after the play has concluded; these are moments often left unconsidered or completely ignored in visual representations of S&M. I believe it’s important to see how kinky scenes are crafted with care, commitment to safety and enthusiastic consent in order to limit those times when sadomasochistic play is used to abuse or dehumanize other human beings. It is my hope that my audience will learn from the illustrations that sadomasochistic play is not always dark or scary, and that fellow ‘kinksters’ can enjoy tender representations of S&M that do not ridicule or pathologize them. I’ve designed the work to engage sadomasochistic imagery, material and theory with an ethical conscience.

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spicyshimmy:

kaidan alenko doesn’t get much time off. he allows himself what he needs; you can’t wind yourself too tight or you might snap. release, for a biotic… it’s a necessary thing. a couple of deep breaths; a couple of faint scars. memory and touch. and he squares away the part of his gut that tightens on shepard, because if you’re thinking about your CO in the night, you won’t be able to look ‘em in the eye the next morning.

garrus vakarian knows that thrills are chills and you pinpoint those in the crosshairs. there’s always a sweet spot, a target. internal pressure and desire operate on the same principles as fingering a trigger. you breathe in and on the exhale, you fire a clean, deadly round. turian anatomy is tight, coiled, heavy as a sniper rifle. he knows his weapon and he knows himself. and he hisses shepard like gears grinding between his teeth when he comes. just another perfect shot.

the complexity of synapses are not beyond legion’s capacity to comprehend. but comprehension and understanding co-exist in separate data channels. self-awareness is a particle and a wave—like light. it is a contradiction. it is a state and a constant flux. legion will chase the stream. certain presences inspire and stimulate more than others, so that even an empty hole can be flooded, filled with light. that is singularity. but also, according to research, masturbation.

nobody knows jack the way jack knows jack. nobody in the goddamn galaxy. her hands are dangerous. her hands are deadly. her hands don’t shake or tremble. the calluses she earned. the scars she made. the grip. the twist. the pull. the friction. finding herself. knowing herself. she never says son of a bitch. it’s all her, on her own. the bitch-all and end-all. and there are times when loneliness is a complete sound. a shiver. the twitch of muscle. to fall, you’ve got to trust somebody to catch you. it takes years, but these days, jack trusts her hands. she catches herself.

miranda lawson smiles when she’s alone; she’s only naked when she’s alone. in the shower, sluicing whatever clings to her skin to nothing but her skin. the shape of her waist to her hips; the furrow of muscle where her ass curves into her thighs. she plants her feet against the tiles and lets the water recreate her, running over her heels, between her toes, down the drain. she lets herself create her self. she’s more than a test subject. she feels. she is. a closed-system experiment and no variables. miranda lawson—x marks the spot.

james vega doesn’t. do that. he pumps iron instead. until he burns off his adrenaline into sweat and wipes the sweat off after his reps and feels the burn. no pain, no gain. ‘cause somewhere along the line, after he lost a colony for the data on a goddamn stick, pleasure like that—all bright and heavy, a star exploding, the shift in gravity, the heat, the heat, the heat—didn’t seem right. it just didn’t seem right. ‘you seem tense, james,’ shepard says, and james chuckles. he works it out. he works it out. rep after rep after rep.

joker spends way too much time jacking off and he knows it. but it’s a stressful job and somebody’s gotta do it. helps him fly better. yeah; that’s the reason. and he’s alive and human and a guy, so that’s another reason. and he’s got his alone time; nothing gets him harder than parking in a tight spot. …okay, that’s an exaggeration. there’s some stuff in fornax that gets him harder but whatever. who’s counting? the lights on the dash flickering. that time he had to explain to EDI while he was moaning. and the little thrill that shoots through his spine when he asks himself, is she listening right now, but he already knows the answer to that. yeah. fuck.

tran-twins:

This is our bubble.

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tomyumyum:

a long time ago a friend requested miri x ash

it was a quick thing but i forgot to post it

zerosub:

weissidian:

woops Jack just has the greatest bod ever I could probably never get tired of drawing her and I don’t even care I had to draw her topless at some point.

Sorry for lack of posting art lately, been working on lots of commissions and I’ll post a big dump of them probably when I finish a few more!

Tell me something I don’t know!

barbalarga:

it’s boob time

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keng001:

Caption: Published in W25 Magazine, Issue 13 Copyright: ©2009 Wolfgang Parker & Kitty Maer (via Where Professional Models Meet Model Photographers - ModelMayhem)

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