pig filth

rules: you can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to. Put your music on shuffle and list the first ten songs and then tag 10 people!

i was tagged by @bebetriste hehe thanks

1. late - kanye west

2. korean dogwood - devendra banhart

3. pagan poetry - bjork

4. love songs - margo guryan

5. never better - ought

6. victim of love - charles bradley

7. interestellar - kali mutsa 

8. spring - kim jung mi

9. song of filth - pig destroyer

10. unlimited touch - jay som

i tag @a-nergia @idiotslowdown @muyfina @concacaf @maikoa @promptiio and whomstever else but tag me in it so i can see!!! 


“Why does Feyre have a bruise on her neck from you?” he asked with no small amount of amusement.

“I bit her,” Tamlin said, not pausing as he cut his steak. “We ran into each other in the hall after the Rite.”

I straightened in my chair.

“She seems to have a death wish,” he went on, cutting his meat. The claws stayed retracted but pushed against the skin above his knuckles. My throat closed up. Oh, he was mad— furious at my foolishness for leaving my room— but somehow managed to keep his anger on a tight, tight leash. “So, if Feyre can’t be bothered to listen to orders, then I can’t be held accountable for the consequences.”

“Accountable?” I sputtered, placing my hands flat on the table. “You cornered me in the hall like a wolf with a rabbit!”

Lucien propped an arm on the table and covered his mouth with his hand, his russet eye bright. “While I might not have been myself, Lucien and I both told you to stay in your room,” Tamlin said, so calmly that I wanted to rip out my hair.

I couldn’t help it. Didn’t even try to fight the red- hot temper that razed my senses. “Faerie pig!” I yelled, and Lucien howled, almost tipping back in his chair. At the sight of Tamlin’s growing smile, I left.

It took me a couple of hours to stop painting little portraits of Tamlin and Lucien with pigs’ features. But as I finished the last one— Two faerie pigs wallowing in their own filth, I would call it— I smiled into the clear, bright light of my private painting room.

The Tamlin I knew had returned.

And it made me… happy.

so karkat has this super tidy room right

meanwhile daves like

please imagine karkat just scoffing and making a disgusted noise and ranting @ dave over his shoulder while hes walking around just like on autopilot cleaning everything up bc this is fkn not acceptable dave u fucking pig look @ this filth

Bleed the Pigs - Born of Filth

Suck me down//To cure the beating//To kill the beast //To ambush through my soul//Direction lost//Honest hate//Tucked fear//All you are are inside

Born full of hate//Bathed in pure filth
The loud silence tells me to hurt//With no voice I’ll hide in pain
Scratch your throat and get a quick taste//This couch ridden lonely fate
Pulsing insane won’t forget//Run the switch to the back of my neck

Stop the sound//I’ll spit my shame//No trust//Kill//Leave behind