# lanmilhos 🖇 | RE:REQUIEM

Sepultura Roots (1996)

30 years ago, Sepultura's 'Roots' embraced the burgeoning nu-metal sound while celebrating the band’s Brazilian heritage. https://disc.gs/49BJBMT

All artists should draw more femdom.

zé povinho não pra você é josé das massas

AI EU QUERO AWUELE HOMEM 😭😭

Decidindo a rainha do carnaval

❤️🔄

altas horas volta JÁ

For @splitmyjorts.bsky.social !❤️

afer, melhoras diva !!

becky, qual a previsão de abrir comission dnv? 😿

For the lovely @thesmuttyrogue.bsky.social ❤️

pessoa com uma panela leiteira e um pão gigante sorrindo para a câmera na legenda, está escrito "é melhor obedecer o demiurgo"

"I think it's best if you stay away from that emo kid... I heard he's trouble."
"Don't worry, man. we'll just study!" (...)
#TransTuesday

Tira de Laerte, em 5 quadrinhos. 1) Uma moça dança, num riacho, nua, ao som de passarinhos cantando. 2) A moça, ainda nua, corre por uma campina, entre flores e passarinhos. 3) A moça repousa sobre a grama e nota algo em seu ouvido. 4) De dentro do ouvido da moça, e pra seu horror, sai uma lacraia enorme. 5) A moça acorda, no seu quarto, de camisola em sua cama. Ela fala: “Nenhum sonho é totalmente agradável.”

Saiu na Folha @folha.com

Malcome In The Middle GIF ALT: Malcome In The Middle GIF

While we were having lunch in a restaurant in silence my little brother said to me out of the blue "I don't know if I believe in God..."

a grainy, environmental snapshot capturing the life of mod. some tucked away corner of the city, shadowed beneath an overhead walkway, nestled along a strip of barbershops and corner stores. mod sits perched on a mailbox—entirely nude, save for a pair of white sneakers. she dangles a joint between two fingers, and casts a long glance ahead. the streets are empty. devoid of the urban hustle one would expect. smoke curls wistfully from the burning tip of her joint, and a haze of it coils around her like a veil. the sun is lowering against the horizon, slowly finalizing the end of a long day.

smoke break.

a small sketch collage depicting a hungry, passionate night between leon kennedy and my oc, aurélie. (she's a researcher at the DSO, with split tone hair and muddy golden eyes) their night opens with a bit of teasing. light touch meant to whet to appetite. leon is arched and visibly eager, his arms tugged back and wrapped in thick, red corded rope. aurélie smooth a hand across his broad chest, her lips charting a course south of his throat. drawn beneath, a headshot of leon sweaty and frustrated. he gnaws on his bottom lip, his eyes concentrated and steeped in a deep starvation. words loop on repeat in hi mind. cock. dick. cock. dick. cock. peni. dick. cock. in the top left, a moment caught in snapshot. it's a low angle, gazing up at their hips joined in frantic momentum. she's thrusting the length of her strap-on into his ass, his cock painfully erect and leaking pre-cum. it's what he wanted, isn't it? everything makes more sense when he's aching and full. finally, a shared dialogue stolen between them. leon glancing back, perspiration trickling down rosy cheeks, his brow tensed. "shit—are you sure you used any fuck'n lube?" he asks, his voice hoarse and deprived of breath. aurélie only seems to smile; a bit affectionate, a bit smug. she nestles close to his ear, bent over him as she maintains a constant rhythm. "yes. i'm sure. nothing's gonna help unless you start to relax, leon."

an old resident evil oc,,, my gross nasty girl, aurélie <3

a lovely leon flavored commission for the wonderful @h00lie.bsky.social and her character, yves!!!!!! thank you so much!!

PAYBACK TIME.

Bloqueando todos que viram o maicon romance

our story opens in the research lab—a hub for studying the everchanging zombie virus, and carrying out the meticulous research required to counteract all its myths and mysteries. mod is under-dressed, clad in only a crispy, white bodysuit, goggles, and a standard face mask. her coworker is wearing a full, industrial-grade hazmat suit. they're hard at work (or hardly working), and it seem mod has a case of the hiccups. ordinarily, it would be a mundane affliction. but in the midst of an all-out zombie apocalypse, it was a symptom. her coworker eyes her steadily, his mind already bracing the grief that comes after. he questions her. pointing out her suspicious ailment. she pauses, for just a moment, and then seems to unravel. she swipes a hand across her jaw, her blushing face visible even through layers of medical protection. her mouth is concealed, but you don't need x-ray machinery to tell it's a massive, shit-eating grin hiding just beneath. without guilt, she lies. "HYUP!" "...you all good over there, agent? been hiccuping an awful lot." "oh yeah. i ate a bit too fast during lunch. those military rations really do a number on your throat, don't they?"

through the power of flashback, the truth is revealed. a conspiratorial meeting over lunch between her and georgie. she has him backed up against a brick wall, sequestered away in some semi-private cranny of the base. she's knelt at his feet, one hand gripped around his cock while he flails uselessly above her. he has no idea what to do with his hands without computer screens and militarized gadgets to keep him productive. she's teasing him. stringing him along off pretty words and hungry lips. mod taunts him cruelly, with no intention of providing relief. and the poor boy can't take it. he grabs her head and sinks himself down her throat, much to her zealous surprise. was this her ploy all along? to dangle that carrot on a stick just long enough for the rabbit to grow teeth? who can say. he rapidly humps against her face with wild abandon. it's futile to try and stop himself. it feels too good, and she's clearly eager to endure his enthusiasm. georgie isn't being quiet. any bystanders are probably getting an earful of whimpering man-slut. but they're probably used to it by now. no point in intervening, lest they incur the wrath of commander mod. "c-c-commander... please... q-quit teasing me! i-i-i-i—i'm g-gonna go crazy!!!" "don't cry, baby boy. didn't they teach you an ounce of discipline in basic training? just be quiet." "i'll suck you when i fuckin' feel like it, alri—" "HOOMPH!!!" "i'm sorry! i'm s-s-sorry! i c-c-can't do this, i can't!!! i—ah! ah!!!" "nnngh! ngh—ah!! ohhhh my GOD."

based on a comment i got on the other post, i just had to draw it.

Vocês importam, vocês existem, vocês não estão sós.
Hoje e sempre, desejo respeito, cuidado e espaço pra viver com dignidade.

💐🏳️‍⚧️

May God protect you from Christian love

Screenshots of user selah sketches on instagram and twitter who drew fanart of the ice officer that killed Renee good

This freak fascist made FANART OF THE MAN THAT KILLED RENEE GOOD

@ selahsketches

preciso tanto ver aquele homem pqp

lã e milhos

☃️