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areyoudreaminof · 11 months

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Nothing Can Break Me: An Emerie Playlist

You asked for it, and I’m delivering! The holy Valkyrie Trinity is complete! Emerie, what can I say? A survivor who's held her own in a terrible family and society, taking pride in her strengths. She has risen above so much in her very short life. I think Emerie might be the closest thing this series has to Wonder Woman after Feyre. For Emerie, I wanted some heavier sounds and I felt really strongly gravitating toward more female and queer artists. Listen Here! And follow me behind the cut for a deep dive!

Moaning Lisa Smile-Wolf Alice

All in the books and all in her blood And nowhere to run ‘cos it's out of control You wait for something to undo these feelings Waiting and waiting, but it's out of control Scrap the blues if the blues don't work Flash your teeth, though the inside hurts Scrap the blues if the blues don't work Doesn't make you feel better, just makes others feel worst

Circuital-My Morning Jacket

You think you'll find yourself out there Out in the lion’s den In some bloody battle Over belief systems

Or disappear into the vacuum Total neutrality Where you can't lose nothing But nothing can be gained

Well anyway you cut it We're just spinning around Out on the circuit Over the hallowed ground Ending up in the same place That we started out

ANIMAL-PVRIS

When you cage an animal Their claws will start to show They're aimin' at your throat It's time to let them go When you cage an animal Their claws will start to show They're aimin' at your throat It's time to let them go

My Number-Foals

Now the wolf is knocking at my door Bang-bang, it asks for more Stand here, we stand tall We can move beyond these walls And I don't need your counsel And I don't need these city streets And I don't need that good advice 'Cause we can move beyond it now

Cornflake Girl-Tori Amos

Never was a cornflake girl Thought that was a good solution Hanging with the raisin girls She's gone to the other side Giving us a yo-heave-ho Things are getting kind of gross And I go at sleepy time This is not really, this, a-this This is not really happening You bet your life it is You bet your life it is Oh honey, you bet your life

Wolves Without Teeth-Of Monsters and Men

You hover like a hummingbird, haunt me in my sleep You're sailing from another world, sinking in my sea Oh, you're feeding on my energy, letting go of it She wants it And I run from wolves, ooh Breathing heavily at my feet And I run from wolves, ooh Tearing into me without teeth

Fox Confessor Brings the Flood-Neko Case

Driving home I see those flooded fields How can people not know what beauty this is? I've taken it for granted my whole life Since the day I was born

What purpose in these deeds? Oh, fox confessor please Who married me to these orphaned blues? "It's not for you to know, but for you to weep and wonder When the death of your civilization precedes you."

Entertain-Sleater-Kinney

So you want to be entertained? Please look away, don't look away We're not here cause we want to entertain Go away, don't go away

Reality is the new fiction they say Truth is truer these days, truth is man-made If you're here cause you want to be entertained Go away, please go away

Runaway-Yeah Yeah Yeahs

I was feeling sad Can't help looking back Highways flew by Run, run away No sense of time Like you to stay Want to keep you inside

All alone Not so strong without these open arms Hold on tight All alone

History Repeats-Brittany Howard

I just don't wanna be back in this place again I mean, I done cried a little Tried a little, failed a little I don’t wanna do it again

I mean, I've already been I came and went I washed my hands with it I don't wanna do it again Don't push me

Anxiety-Lady Hawke

I’ve always been so cautious But I’m sick of feeling nauseous It’s not that I am losing This wall of my own choosing

Take me on a ride Show me how to hide the voice in my head Meet me on the road, tell me all you know I’m here on my own

Should Have Known Better-Sufjan Stevens

I should have known better To see what I could see My black shroud Holding down my feelings A pillar for my enemies

I should have known better Nothing can be changed The past is still the past The bridge to nowhere I should have wrote a letter Explaining what I feel, that empty feeling

Last Girl-Soccer Mommy

I want to be like your last girl She's the sun in your cold world and I am just a dying flower I don't hold the summer in my eyes

Maybe I'm just feeling like I don't have a chance this time 'Cause I don't have a chance this time, I swear

Help, I'm Alive-Metric

If we're still alive My regrets are few If my life is mine What shouldn't I do? I get wherever I'm going I get whatever I need While my blood's still flowing And my heart still beats

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#emerie #acotar playlist project #pro Emerie #nesta #Gwyn #valkyries #here we go lesbians!#Spotify

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oliver-in-retrograde · 6 years

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i am a gay cheerio, the gayest cheerio. I cheer for gay cheerios. the fruitier the better. gay cheerios forever.

#personal #gay #gay cheerios forever #fruit loops are great #i am a small child #weep at my awesomeness #suagry cereal is fantastic #but im also old and love cornflakes and rice crispies with bananas are great #i'm a conundrum #just a mess

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 3 years

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Feeding The Flames: Breakfast of Champions

Summary- 1.9k Johnny Storm x You. Johnny opts to sleep in this morning instead of getting up early. You snooze, you lose Storm. But he knows how to compensate for the missed meal.

This is written for @imanuglywombat‘s “Is That Even A Sex Position” Weekly Challenge NSFW, 18+ Sexual Content

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“Where's Flame Boy?” Ben questioned while entering the kitchen, his heavier footsteps giving him away before hand, so you were expecting him to come up behind you. Flipping the pancake, you shook your head with a roll of your eyes.

“In bed still… can you believe that he said he would rather sleep in then help me this morning?” You chuckled while plating food before starting another. Susan wasn't far behind, with Richard trailing her with a newspaper tucked under his arm.

“Johnny was never an early riser.” She shrugged as she started gathering dishes to set the table, Richard unfolding the paper with a sigh.

“The best time to get anything done is in the morning, but I never could drill that into him.” The man shook his head and Susan passed him while giving him a kiss on top of his head.

You hid a smile while fussing with the bacon sizzling on the back of the stove. They were terribly wrong about Johnny being an early riser. Why he had risen at like four am just that morning and was a man set on a goal. Kisses to your neck and traveling till he was pressing his face heatedly between your breasts, pressing a knee between your thighs to spread them, his cock heavy between the two of you.

“Johnny, it's too early.” You had whined but he persisted, warm fingers stroking between your folds while sucking on a nipple.

“I will be quick.”

“Liar” you threw your hand down to brush over his buzz cut, grasping the back of his head even though you were protesting.

You got lost in your thoughts, biting your lip as you felt an excited tingle spiral in your lower belly.

Ben though was quick to cut the memories short. “Anything I can do to help Y/N?” he asked while you drifted back to the here and now, scooping out the bacon before it got to crispy. Clicking off the burner, you wink at Ben.

“Sure do.” You pull open the fridge door and pull out a bag of oranges. “Would you juice the oranges? You are a hell of a lot faster than I am.”

He grabbed a bowl from above your head and took the oranges. “Have it done lickity split Y/N.”

You gave him an affectionate hug. “And that's why I can always count on your Ben.”

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Johnny gave a groan as he stirred alone in bed, lifting his head to grab for his phone and check the time. A reasonable hour, ten am, blinked back at him. Johnny reached his hand over to your side of the bed, but already knew it would be cold and empty. You weren't one to just stay in bed often and that was a shame, because he would have made it worth your while. Instead he heard you talking in the adjacent room from the bedroom, sounded like his sister, and Johnny gave in that he probably wasn't going to be able to distract you into coming back to bed now. With a groan, he pushed up to wander into the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Once he showered and dressed, Johnny followed his nose to the delectable scent of fried bacon and eggs. His hand settled on his stomach which was growling while he went into the kitchen to find you sitting at the table, your college textbooks spread around and wagging a pen in the air while you concentrated on the chapter you were reading, once in a while pausing to write a note down on your pad of paper.

“Breakfast smells good Y/N.” Johnny started searching the counters and stove top.

You chuckled while turning a page, nodding. “Mmmhh it was, too bad you missed it.”

Johnny peeked in the microwave in the last ditch attempt to find himself some of your cooking, which he snapped it shut. “All of it? All gone? Every last bit of it?” He groaned and you leaned back in your chair, stretching your arms over your head. Johnny couldn't help but admire the way your sleep tank stretched over your chest, making him smirk to himself.

“Every last bit of it. You got some cornflakes up in the cupboard.”

Johnny snorted at that idea. He was hungry and cereal wasn't going to curb that craving. No, he had something better in mind. Even better then what you had cooked up earlier while he was sleeping. “Fuck cereal.”

You half ignored Johnny as you started packing some of your books up considering you had to get to class in another hour. “Make some toast then Johnny, I don't know what to tell you. You snooze, you lose Mister.”

Johnny smirked as he rounded the counter, tilting his head to look at your heart shaped ass as you leaned down to zip up your bag, and his hands clasped against your cheeks, making you squeak while he dug his fingers in a bit. “I can think of something a lot better to have then cereal, toast or anything else in this kitchen today.” He spun you around, hands falling to your hips to perch you on the table, some of your books falling off the edge of the table. Your legs circled around Johnny's hip while your hands rubbed up his tee and you shook your head at him.

“You sure know how to compliment a girl. Best thing in the kitchen huh?” You wiggled your brows and bit your lip while running a foot up the back of his thigh.

“Nothing but facts Baby.” he tilted in to claim your lips, starting with a peck of a kiss. “Where is everyone?”

“Mmhh, Richard and Susan had a lecture at the university and I'm assuming Ben is in his room?” You shrugged and Johnny seemed to calculate the chances of getting caught.

“Fuck it” He sputtered and surged forward to now place a messy kiss on your lips, forcing you to lay back against the table, clutching at his shoulders. Some of your books were digging into your back, and when he pulled away to drag fingers through the waistband of your shorts. Dragging them down, you kicked your feet. To deny that the idea of being caught was a bit exciting. A hell of a lot exciting.

“Johnny what if we get caught?” You raised yourself to your elbow to look down your body to where Johnny was kissing the top of your thighs and pulling up a chair underneath him. Palms dragged the back of your thighs to grasp the back of your knees, his mouth hot against the top of your mound.

“Keep quiet and we won't.” His hands tightened and dragged one leg over his shoulder, running his nose through the tight curls and down to the slit where you could already feel your core tighten just seeing your boyfriend looking up at you like he was ready to feast. “You can do that, right Minx?” A pink tongue escaped from between his lips to tease your outer folds, making your toes curl at the sensation.

You give a nod, and tilt your head back towards the doorway to make sure no one was coming this way when Johnny flicked his tongue harder to slick between your tempting folds to really taste your juicy cunt. A gasp escaped at the sensation and you could feel Johnny giving a smirk against your thigh where he bit lightly, lifting that one to go over his other shoulder. “Mmh, delicious.” He said teasing as his hands folded around the plump globes of your cheeks and arched you up, your elbows bracing you and the books you had been laid over digging into your back.

His tongue took sharp laps to collect your juices with a hum of satisfaction, every glance he took up your body showed your tensing at each taste he took, every time his tongue circled around your weeping entrance, giving teasing pokes before sliding up to suck your clit between his lips. The bud swelled, each twirl of the tip of his tongue circled patterns that made your hips rotate to follow, your little mewls just rewarding above him.

“Fuck, oh fuck Johnny.” You wriggled your hips and he clutched them harder to keep you still. Your feet braced against the back of the chair to arch up higher, which he allowed. Burying his face into your cunt, he kept teasing back and forth, till you felt him spit against your rim, his finger circling your tight entrance.

“Shit Johnny-”

His teeth sunk into your ass cheek a moment, making you bite on your bottom lip to quiet yourself. “Gotta keep quiet, remember.” His thumb pushed past the tight rim to the first knuckle as his tongue lapped your entrance, fast hard licks making you clench till he started to fuck you with his tongue, easily stroking your fluttering walls.

You leaned onto an elbow to loosen your other arm, muffling the cry that was falling from your lips as your hips bucked, Johnny harshly digging his fingers into your globes in an attempt to keep you still.

Between him teasing your ass, tongue fucking you so efficiently you wanted to cum right then, it was all overwhelming when he sucked on your clit again, this time pulling the swollen bud to lift his head up to look down at you while you were digging your fingers into your cheeks with one hand and trying to clutch at the wooden table underneath you.

“Flood my face Baby…” He encouraged, his tongue swiping along his shiny pink bottom lip as if he was collecting some decadent cream. His chin, jawline, all glistened from your arousal and you could feel your thighs drenched. His hands arched you just a bit more while you gave him a pleading gaze, high pitched whine confirming that you were ready to cum.

He dove back in, now a man on a mission, and you resisted the build up for just a few moments, sounds escaping between clenched fingers over your lips, your hand slapping against the table when you finally snapped.

Much to Johnny's delight, you drenched him just as he wanted. His tongue worked faster as you rocked into his face through your orgasm. Groaning satisfied at how well you coated his tongue, swallowing what he could until you sank back down, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

Behind you were heavy echoing footsteps, which made you push up to a sit suddenly. “Oh shit-” Johnny pushed up to a stand, lifting you off the table to grasp your lowered sleep shorts and quickly pulled them up and gave a quick kiss, his eyes sparkling brightly in excitement.

“Oh look whose ass is finally up.” Ben grunted and Johnny was quick to lift his shirt up to wipe at his lips and chin to hide the evidence of earlier, you turned to finish picking up the books on the table.

“Ahh, well I woke up to smelling breakfast and guess what, I heard it's all gone.” Johnny leaned down to pick up the books that fell down. “Lucky me though I got a girl that gave me a Special Breakfast, since I missed out earlier.” Johnny grinned widely as Ben rolled his eyes, grabbing some water bottles from the fridge.

You squeaked a bit, trying to hide your face as you cleared your throat. “I gotta go get dressed for class.” You excused while making your escape, hearing the parting words shared between the two.

“She spoils you Johnny, I hope you know that.”

“Fuck Ben, feel free to pulverize me if I ever disagree with that statement.”

#uglywombatsexpositionchallenge #johnny storm x reader #johnny storm #fantastic four #amber writes #sweater writes

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quoteoftheweekblog · 3 years

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QUOTE OF THE WEEK 21/12/20 - CHARLES DICKENS

‘A brilliant morning shines ... ‘ (Dickens, 2002, p.170).

REFERENCE

Dickens, C. (2002 [1870] ‘The mystery of Edwin Drood’. London: Penguin Classics.

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NOT EXACTLY AT THE 8.07 AM SUNRISE

BY THE 10.02 AM SOLSTICE IT WAS TRYING

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SEE ALSO

‘ “ ... I have no other engagement at Christmas-time than to partake, on the twenty-fifth, of a boiled turkey and celery sauce ... “ ‘ (Dickens, 2002, p.93).

SOUNDS DISGUSTING BUT WE ALSO HAVE

CORNFLAKES

PANETTONE

TASTE THE DIFFERENCE CHRISTMAS PUDDING

AND PLENTY OF COCKLES

FOR ANY VISITORS

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BUT

THIS TIME LAST YEAR WHEN WE DIDN’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT UNNECESSARY TRAVEL - THE SOLSTICE SUNSET LOOKED LIKE THIS

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NOTHING FOR IT BUT TO GET ON WITH MY CHRISTMAS LOCKDOWN READING

AND LISTEN TO TAYLOR THE MAGNIFICENT

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r17ngoB2no4 VIDEO

PLUS PLAY IT AGAIN SAM FOR MORE TAYLOR EXTRAS

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HO HO HO

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2020 IS THE 150TH ANNIVERSARY OF THE DEATH OF DICKENS - ‘THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD’ IS HIS LAST UNFINISHED BOOK

‘A brilliant morning shines ... ‘ IS THE BEGINNING OF THE FINAL UNCOMPLETED SCENE AND ARE THE LAST WORDS THAT DICKENS WROTE

THEIR BEAUTY AND FINALITY COULD MAKE ME WEEP

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CHARLES DICKENS

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skelffricat · 5 years

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FeBlogruary 7

Today is the anniversary of the removal of the Woodcarver. If your relationship is floundering, a novel way to deal with it is to go out partying most of the night, then return home, to take your eldest child to school, get a box of cornflakes emptied on your head, witness some plate-on-head smashing (twas onto his own head, not ours, thankfully), foolishly hurry off without the younger two children, then go and hide in a friends' house. Where you can take some phone calls from the angry drunk Woodcarver, in which he threatens you with a variety of implements (chainsaws, bow and arrow, axe...) until you get exasperated, and turn off your phone. Only to turn it on a little later, and listen to someone tell you that if you don't come and get your children, pronto, they're being taken into care. So you rush home, only to find that when the Woodcarver couldn't get through to you, he phoned the police, instead, for a "nice chat", which culminated in him being taken away by the men in the white coats (what a sexist expression. The people in the white coats). Boom! Relationship, over. I felt like such a fraud at Women's Aid, hearing women's heroic stories of escapism. I didn't need to escape. He just got taken away. We weren't married, so there were less complications. It is my house. Not that it was a walk in the park... Though it all seemed amusingly ridiculous afterwards, as I pulled cornflakes out of my hair, and the policeman set fire to a tiny amount of weed (it wasn't mine) in the back garden, as we watched. The fear made me too honest. Never be honest to the authorities. It gets you nowhere. Deny everything. My honesty (and the Woodcarver's madness) meant we had social workers watching our every move for a while. I remember how indignant I felt, when they looked at my well-stocked, nutritionally wonderful cupboards with surprise. Oh, a woman who has taken drugs at parties knows how to feed her children? Wow! Or the Woodcarver's brother calling round, the next morning, to "help" and making me late for school (he meant well, though). I can't remember how long ago these things were, now, or how long they lasted... was this 12 years ago? Were the social workers about for a year, after? Two? Though we managed to avoid the courts, and things are generally amicable, now. An occasional disagreement. He has never been sectioned again. They said he wasn't MAD mad. It was a just a reaction, and abuse of alcohol and cannabis. The first meeting with the social workers is the only one I remember. I had just passed my driving test, and was about to embark on my very first drive on my own. How adult of me. How grown up, that it should be to meet social workers. I'm geographically challenged. This was before the times of having Google Maps on your phone (I am so appreciative of that. It really did change my life. I used to get so anxious, and weep, during drives, as I got lost. I cry at everything, though. Apart from A Star is Born. I went to see that with the Songstress, and told her, Oh, I cry at every film! I was in bits at Eddie the Eagle! Then felt nothing, and as she sobbed, I felt ashamed at my lack of lachrymation.) so I looked at Google Maps on a computer before I went, trying to imprint the journey into my mind. I failed. I got lost. I was late. Then, in the carpark of the health centre, there was only one space. No easy double dunters here (I still drive around carparks looking for them, all these years later. You know when you can drive right through two spaces? Ooo, so satisfying). My anxiety levels were very high, at this point. The car I was trying to squeeze in by was a massive fancy black four-by-four. I misjudged, and scraped along beside it so that both cars were touching all down one side. As I got out of the car (I didn't know how to fix it) the owner of the black car appeared. A well-to-do lady who did not look pleased at all!

"What the hell are you doing?" she admonished me, and I promptly burst into tears, wailing my pitiful explanations at her. I think I scared her. She shooed me on, saying she'd deal with it, (bless her!) and I rushed into the centre, now twenty minutes late, with a tear streaked face, trying to quash my sobs. I apologised to all and pulled myself together. I had to prove to these people that I was a normal functioning adult. A principled parent. A moral mother. I took a deep breath, and began to read the paper in front of me, a thick wad of A4 pages stapled together, that told the story of the demise of the Woodcarver and me. I read about us. It was quite surreal. Then I got to a part that said, the Woodcarver "has killed thousands of dogs" and burst out laughing. A proper guffaw burst out of me before I could contain it. That got some funny looks. I was explaining, through my laughter, that it was OK, he was MEANT to kill the dogs. I realised that moving from sobbing to roaring with laughter in such a short space of time didn't help my case, but it was too late. My explanations seemed to be making it worse.

"It was his JOB!"

I can't remember what the Woodcarver was doing at this point? Was he laughing too? Or looking at me with confusion, or disdain? Like the rest? He had worked for an animal sanctuary. He HAD to put down the dogs. I reckon that probably gets to you, after a while. (He also had a great distrust of badgers, and wasn't very fond of swans. I'd love to eat a swan... I digress). That was that. They somehow thought that I was still capable of parenthood, and kept an eye on us, and eventually it all fizzled out and we were left alone. I think that my children are all fine humans, so it didn't seem to harm them too much. We all lived happily ever after.

7th February 2019

#parenthood #firstdrive #adulthood #justsayno

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