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sunandrunn · 6 years

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Hey Mel! Could you maybe share your thoughts & some inspiration regarding sustainability if you feel like it? :) I recently got into this topic and love how it gets more and more attention in our generation bc people care about the planet! ♻️ sending good vibes! x

hi!! so i’ve been really interested in hearing about the “zero waste” + “minimalist” thing kinda goin on. i think it’s super cool that people are reducing their waste and starting to become conscious consumers and it’s inspiring me to be the same way!! however, i think the labels “zero waste” and “minimalist” can be a bit intimidating and make you think your trash for the year has to fit into a tiny mason jar and you have to own one pair of pants+one shirt(cause that’s definitely what i thought when i first heard about this stuff) but it’s so not that way!! i think being environmentally conscious is literally just that…being conscious!! putting just a bit more thought into what you’re doing and buying and using. no one is perfect, having zero waste is basically impossible. throwing out all your things so you can own 3 items is not sustainable. so here are my tips and some stuff i’ve been putting a little more effort into!

1) reducing my plastic. i took a look around and saw that the main area for this consumption was in my food!! i got reusable produce bags and started bringing those+random jars i had laying around to fill up at the bulk section from my grocery store (also a lot cheaper). i am way more consistent with bringing to-go ware: reusable coffee mug, water bottle (this was a no brainer for me), utensils (fork+spoon+straw), etc. and i just have aimed to not buy as much stuff with plastic!! (ex: buying granola in plastic bag vs. making your own)

2) i stopped supporting fast fashion. don’t quote me but i am pretty sure the fashion industry is the 2nd largest polluting industry. it’s such a make and throw a way business! and years ago i used to be in the pit of it. i loved shopping and would go to forever 21 for the latest trends, wear the clothes a few times and then never touch it again. so wasteful. thankfully as i’ve gotten older, i actually dread shopping for the most part. but i’ve learned to enjoy thrift shopping when i am eager to shop! you can find such cool pieces, new or gently worn. clothes that could end up in the landfill that are perfectly fine. it’s kinda sad. thrift shopping is so fun and it doesn’t take away from the creativity of fashion. i love putting outfits together and i think a lot of people do. you can still do that with recycled clothing! search for your local thrift and consignment stores (there’s probably a lot around you!) if you’re looking for something specific use buy and sell apps like mercari, poshmark, depop, etc. and when you clean out your closet, please, please do not throw your clothes in the dumpster. please. sell or donate them. other people might love that sweater you’re throwing out!!

3) commuting. this isn’t ideal for everyone, but if you can use alternative means of transportation. i’m lucky great i live across the street from my college campus and in a VERY bike friendly city. you can also utilize the bus, train, etc. (i’m not saying if you drive a car you’re destroying the environment lol) we all do it, but if you can reduce it by walking, biking, etc., that’s awesome!!

4) supporting local businesses and farmers. this kinda plays along w/ the fast fashion thing, but if you’re going to buy new, check the materials and the type of labor/treatment that’s going on behind your clothing/products. there’s a lot we don’t know/aren’t told about what happens behind the scenes of our stuff. (also, again check thrift shops/apps for stuff like gently used or even untouched cooking wear or house stuff). also, where does your food come from? buy organic when you can. pesticides don’t just effect us, think about the farmers working right there!! go to local farmers markets (its way fresher+better quality anyways).

that’s what i can think of off the top of my head. this response isn’t to be all la-tee-da. i’m not perfect and i don’t strive to be. but i’m trying and i’m putting in a more conscious effort. and that’s all i encourage anyone else to do! that’s all we can do! just try your best. make slow changes. swap your usual plastic straws for a reusable metal one. donate your unwanted clothes. get an organic peach from your local farmers market. live your life normally, but with a little more intention!! that’s all.

if anyone has any more tips, feel free to add them!! we’re a community of growth😊♻️

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twerkinwithhazza · 6 years

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Little Black Box

Authors Note: Look at me.Writing on a Wednesday and keeping my promise of a strong comeback! I have been teasing you guys with a prompt for a while now and it is finally done, and I thought it is fair to give you this in compensation for the lack of the Just a Taste Part 3. The suit in the gif is the suit I am referencing in the imagine because it truly did things to me. I am so excited for the feedback and to continue to write, thank you so much for all the help @yeshaddy and @bigdaddystyless . Please read my writing here and send me requests here. Enjoy!

Warnings: Smutty Smutty Smutty

It has been 72 days. Actually 72 days 15 hours and 36 seconds in counting since your last orgasm. Normally, you were able to hold your composure by distracting yourself with household tasks and extra hours at the office but it just wasn't cutting it anymore.

Between the Givenchy on the 24th to the Klein’s purple treat on the 27th, he was making all of it a bit too much to bare. Unfortunately, the one being that could satisfy your cravings was thousands of miles away and only true contact you would have with him was during your daily Skype calls. It warmed your heart to watch Harry get ready for his shows: he cracked jokes with his bandmates, planned his wardrobe for future shows, and shamefully whispered complaints about how the venues helpers left dried blueberries in his snack bowl. You settled in front of your laptop, adjusting your hair and tying the strings of your night robe into a perfect bow before logging on to Skype. You nibbled on your lips as you started the call, praying quietly that you would be able to keep your composure during the call. But from the second you saw that million dollar mark appears on your screen you knew that today's call was gonna be far more difficult than you had anticipated.

“There's my girl”, he held the camera close to his face a habit he had acquired after constantly imitating your habit during your dating period when you forced him to schedule facetime appointments in order to ensure you were always looking you're very best. “Hows my favorite girl day been”

“ Well I was able to pick up some overtime at the office which is always good and my supervisor has been actually listening to my ideas during the board meeting, I really hope that means my manager will final-”

You stopped yourself as the rustling in Harry’s background seemed to overpower your rambling, Harry took notice of your quietness “Oh I'm sorry baby, give me a second. Just wanted to go to the bathroom to get ready, but I’m taking you with me. Wanna hear all about how you got Julia Brown to get her granny knickers out of a bunch”

You couldn't help but chuckle, your cheeks warmed a bit as a smile spread across your face. That was one thing you always appreciated about Harry, he truly did care about every detail of your day and don't want to miss a beat in any story you told.

Harry placed his camera down, allowing the wall to act as a support to hold up his phone before closing the bathroom door behind him. This is the part of your call you always enjoyed, it was your chance to finally see the suit he was planning to wear for the night.

Harry finally appeared on your screen and your jaw immediately hit the floor. He was literally mouthwatering, the thin stripe suit paired perfectly with the cropped jacket and the custom Calvin Shirt he had been bragging about during your previous skype. Harry sense of style had always been a point of attraction for you and he certainly did not fail with this outfit choice.

“Earth to (Y/N)...” “Baby”

The loud bang from Harry's brush hitting his sink was enough to snap you out of your drooling and unconscious state.

You immediately sat up and readjusted yourself, “Huh.. what. Oh, I'm sorry babe”.

Harry let out a small chuckle,“Jesus, did the cat have your tongue or did you get cotton stuck in your ears?”.

“Nothing just miss ya is all… you look amazing tonight couldn't help but stare”, you felt your cheeks begin to blush with embarrassment. Despite being together for almost 4 years you still felt like such a little girl around Harry, always nervous to share your feelings with him because of the slight fear you had of rejection.

“Well, I may have something that can help you, ‘till I get home from tour. Go in the closet and look for a little black box”

You did as you were told, you made your way over to your shared closet and found the black box hidden snuggly between his old Doc Martens and you're worn out Converse. You returned to your seat in front of your laptop running your fingers over the velvet box.

“Open it, Peach”

You teeth tugged on your lower lip as you slowly opened the box, a gasp leaving your mouth as you finally saw the gift Harry intended you to play with. Harry left you a dildo. The more you stared at you began to realize far too many similarities between the toy in front of you and the cock you had been truly craving. From the veins to the softness of the skin, this had Harry written all over it in more than one way.

“Had it done ‘fore I left, just in case something like this were to happen. When I couldn't get home in enough time to please my girl”

“Well you're quite the forward thinker”, you whispered taking the toy out of the box. “But It's not you… could never be”

“Never said it had to be, ‘s only a temporary release until I can come home and pound into yen myself”, He twisted his ring slowly around his finger as he watched you untie your robe. “Promise to guide you all the way through Peach”

You positioned yourself so that your legs were spread wide, giving Harry a full view as you dripped lube over your clit. You swore you heard Harry let out a bit of cry as you wrapped your lips around the toy, coating it with your saliva as your wet lips wrapped around the tip before you began to slowly bob your head back forth. Once you were satisfied you placed the tip of the toy at your entrance, teasing yourself as you slide the tip between your folds just as Harry would do.

Small moans escaped your lips as you dipped the tip of the toy into your heart, “Look at my sweet peach, miss me so much yeh imitating my actions”. Harry would be lying if he said that he wasn't amused, seeing you so desperate for him in person was overbearing enough but with the added distance it made him even harder knowing that he didn't have to be in your presence to make you wetter beyond belief.

“Don't disappoint Peach, go on now fuck yourself for Daddy”. You needed no other confirmation before pushing the toy completely into your heart, a string curses falling from your lips as you began to pump the toy in you.

“ ‘s good Peach? Feel good fuck yourself with my cock?Bet your thinking of what I'd be doing if I was there. Probably have my hand wrapped around that pretty little neck of yours, take your breath away while I pound into that tight cunt of yours.Would like that wouldn't ya?”

“ Yes yes yes yes”, You whimpered softly, resting your head on the back of the chair, pumping the toy faster into you. Harry's word was leading you closer and closer to your peak, he could tell you fondling your nipples and the repeated tremble in your legs.

“Is my pretty peach ready to cum for me ?”

“ Yes baby please let me cum”

“Tsk tsk tsk, I don't know Peach… couldn't keep yeh composure ‘till I got home and used me to get you to cum the right way”

You whined as you impatiently ground your hips against the base of the toy, you knew you needed Harry to get you to cum otherwise it would never feel the same.

“Need ya to tell me you can't come without me or I may have to leave you early”, Harry teased as he ran his hand over his thigh

“Daddy please I need you to cum, your the only who can make cum please please please let m I need it, Daddy!”, you pouted as you roughly pounded the toy into you, hitting your g spot perfectly each time drawing you closer and closer your orgasm.

“Such a naughty peach, cum for me baby”.

And with his blessing you finally reached you high, clutching on tightly to the arm of your armchair tightly as your legs shut closed with screams of Harry's name bouncing off the walls of your room. Once you came down from your high, you lazily opened your eyes to see Harry panting just as harshly as you- know he was the one drooling over you. The two of you sat there in content silence until Harry heard a knock on his door, confirming it was 5 minutes until showtime.

“Gotta head on now Peach, but I'll make sure to check up on yeh before you go to sleep”

Too tired to respond, you simply blew a kiss and waved goodbye to the camera which he happily caught before doing the same and ending the call. Leaving you lying there breathless but beyond satisfied.

Once you finished cleaning yourself up and settling yourself in bed, you scrolled through your Instagram feed aimlessly. You were interrupted when you received a text from Harry

“I think I'm gonna take an early flight home, I see now I can't leave my peach untouched for too long. Drives yeh too wild”

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gaperezmakes · 6 years

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Original Fic Fest Day 2 & 3 – Romantic & Non-Romantic Relationships (Iblan Light | Black Empire)

...That is still a title, but that’s okay. We’re getting through it. Anyway, welcome back to here, I’m glad you’ve decided to join us here in the super secret second entries for Days 2 and 3 of @originalficfest. If you somehow found these before the other not-secret entries, you can find them here. Anyway, let’s get to what you’re here for!

Day 2, if you missed it, was Romantic Relationships Day. For Black Empire, I stretched myself a little by writing about Synoth and Orvyn. For the Iblan Light series, we’re going to look at a relationship that has a lot of depth to it, but never really gets focused on: the marriage of Joseph and Helen Burmen. They are an interesting couple. Joseph is a biomancer, a mage with magical powers that are banned throughout most of the world. In fact, there are only a handful that are allowed to exist. Helen is a refugee from Nobe, a country that literally walled itself off from the rest of the world by creating a mountain range on their borders (Nobe is a country of geomancers). Her brother had potential to be a biomancer and was extracted from the country so that he could be trained to become one.

Then he escaped and they haven’t been able to find him.

Also: Joseph and Helen aren’t even their real names. They’re in some kind of like witness protection program. Because Joseph is a dangerously powerful mage and Helen is a refugee from a hostile foreign nation.

I don’t know, can I write anything more interesting than that? Probably not, but I can write this thing.

Joseph looked in the mirror, adjusting his tie. Helen walked up behind him, checking to see what colors he was using. “Black and white again?”

“Black and white again,” he nodded, “We have yet another fundraiser to sit through.” He watched her sigh and roll her eyes, “Is the babysitter here yet?”

“I just called, she’s on her way,” Helen nudged Joseph aside, comparing some of the jewelry she was thinking of wearing with Joseph’s choice of color. “Do we have to go dressed so plainly?”

“We can’t stand out too much, you know that.” Joseph pointed at the pair of earrings he preferred Helen wear: a pair of small hanging diamond earrings. She shrugged, knowing he wasn’t a fan of the hoops anyway. They both walked away from the mirror, Joseph walking to his closet and Helen to her jewelry box.

“You know what you should wear?” Helen looked over at Joseph, who was already shaking his head, “Why not? I worked very hard on yours.”

“I know you did. But you know we can’t risk the Imperials finding us. Nothing would stand out more than a couple of Imperial shiroshi at a National fundraising event.” Joseph looked at the several black suit jackets he had. “Pinstripe or no pinstripe?” He whispered to himself. He looked aside and saw Helen eyeing her traditional dress longingly. He walked behind her and kissed the back of her head.

“You know, only the man’s robe is called a shiroshi. Mine is a shirashe.” Joseph looked at the light blue robe. Wrapped around it was a brown soft leather belt. On the cuff of the right arm were three brown stripes, each getting thinner as they got farther from the cuff. The outer two stripes were connected by diagonal lines. Above the stripes was a very stylized depiction of a brown boar. Although he couldn’t see them, Joseph knew there were three water lillies just to the right of the boar. The left arm had been removed and replaced with a jade-colored arm with a silver dragon swirling around it. This arm had no stripes on the cuff.

“I did not know that,” he told her, “You’ve never told me. What do the colors represent?”

She smiled, “You know what they stand for.”

He kissed her temple, his facial hair tickling her face, “But I forget, love. You know that I am an aged man, after all. We forget things, sometimes.”

“You are not a jungdshi, not yet. You still have a few years to go. This,” she ran her fingers across his mustache and goatee, “helps you keep from looking old, however.”

“You know, here in the Union, most young men try and grow this to look older.”

She gave him a peck on the cheek, “But you’re not a National, dear.” She walked to the robe and touched it, “The brown represents earth, and is most often used by farmers. My uncle, as you know, was not a particularly wealthy man, but he did well enough for our family. We are of the clan Dyunhou, represented by the boar, a strong and hearty animal. I remember on our family farms, we bred huge pigs that we used to till our lands.”

“Did you have a favorite?”

“I had a small piglet. I named her Basleunne, after the peach tree she loved to sleep under. I assume that she has been slaughtered by now, although whether for food or by the government as a price for our desertion, I will never know.” She shrugged sadly, “Or perhaps she’s still alive today. I hope she is, and that she still naps under her favorite tree.”

“We can get a pig.”

Helen laughed, “I am not raising a pig in this house, Joseph. You already give me enough messes to clean up.” She continued looking at her shirashe, rubbing the delicate silken cloth between her fingers, “The blue represents health. My family was very hearty, very healthy. Sicknesses would roll through our village and my family would remain untouched. The jungdshi in the village would often say that a Dyunhou chooses when he is ready to die.”

“Must be nice. What about the other arm?”

“That’s from your shiroshi. I made yours before we married. The colors and the dragon are normally reserved for the royal family, but you--the exceptional person you are--you deserve these colors. For what you are, and what you’ve done, the Emperor and his family are right to fear you and those like you.” Joseph watched her stare at the garment a few seconds longer before sighing in defeat.

“You know what? I think we can afford to show off a little bit.” Helen turned around and saw her husband undoing his tie, walking back to his closet. “Let’s show these uppity Nationals some culture.” Joseph pulled out a wire hanger with a long white bag hanging off it. He unzipped it, revealing his long jade-green robe covered in intricate silver details. The left arm had been replaced with a light blue one with a brown boar on it. He looked and saw Helen covering her face, the excitement glittering in her eyes.

“You will have to help me wear this properly, however,” Joseph told her, hanging it up on a hook nearby. He walked up to her and took her hands, “We can’t do this all the time, but tonight we will indulge in your pride.”

I like domestic Joseph and Helen. Again, they’re an interesting couple, and it’s a shame they don’t get more attention in the main series. But that’s okay, because that’s what this is for, right? Right.

Anyway, feel free to keep reading below if you want to catch up on the interesting friendship between the Dealer and Ellis the Damned.

So the Black Empire Day 3 entry (for non-romantic relationships) will focus on a duo that might or might not get a lot of attention in the main series: the Dealer and Ellis.

I mean, it probably will get a lot of attention, because they’re kindred spirits. Everyone in the Black Empire series is absurdly old, but none of them actually have any response to their age (everyone is basically an ageless, beautiful 20 or 30-year-old). Only Dante and Ellis are really aware that they’re old. Like, really old. And it bothers them.

They’ve also bonded thanks to Mira. They were both her mentors and saw something valuable in her that they wanted to cultivate. And then, well...

So we’re gonna introduce the dynamic between the Dealer and Ellis.

Dante’s eyes shot open. He closed them and sighed, sitting up in his bed. He rubbed his forehead, letting his fingertips slide into his hair. The dull thudding in his head had not ceased. He opened the drawer in his nightstand and pulled out the small bottle of ibuprofen, dropping one of the white pills into his hand. He filled a small glass with some water and downed the pill. It would work eventually.

He stood up and stretched, feeling the satisfying crack of his back. One.Two. Three. Four. Aw yeah, it was going to be a satisfying day. He put his shirt and jacket on and walked out his door. He walked past Ellis, who was leaning on the wall just outside his door. As he walked by, Ellis started following him.

“You slept for 30 minutes this time,” Ellis said plainly, “You must have been tired.”

“Hey, look, you’re learning sarcasm! That’s nice.” The Dealer put his hands in his pockets, “Did you get concerned? Think I was finally dying?”

“It’s funny that you think you’ll die peacefully in your sleep.”

“Oo, two for two! We’re making progress!” He pulled his hands of his pockets and fist pumped for a second. “So, what’s going on? Anything new happening?”

"Still the same as it was thirty minutes ago. The anomalies have not been able to break through our wards, and it doesn’t look like the Children have noticed we’ve put them up. Or, if they have, they don’t seem to care.”

“That’s still good. Any news on the Carter Investigation?”

“High Magister Carter has been interviewed, but Magnus Embras is not cooperating. We have subpoenaed her, but she is ignoring our summons.”

“I will get Synoth to sign off on a warrant for her arrest. Embras will cooperate one way or another. I don’t have Deathwatch for people to ignore it.”

“I appreciate your assistance.”

“Anytime, Ellis. Anytime.” The two continued walking down the hall until the Dealer suddenly stopped. “Do you ever think about her, Ellis?”

“Of course I do,” Ellis continued walking, passing the Dealer, who started to follow, “I’ve just accepted that she’s gone.”

“No, you haven’t. I can see it in your face.”

“I didn’t love her like you do.”

“Ellis,” Dante’s stern voice stopped the death knight, “You’re a bad liar.”

Ellis stayed silent. He sighed before turning to the Dealer, “I didn’t love her like you do. But I do think of what we lost. Orvyn is a good Grand Paladin. He will make a fine leader for the Prime.”

“But he can’t replace Mira.”

“No one can replace Mira,” Ellis shook his head, “But I’m not going to replace her. I can’t. You can’t. So, we won’t.” Ellis turned away, “Now let’s go, General. You have a busy day ahead of you.”

The Dealer and Ellis will get a lot more attention as friends as the books go on. I think the next book in the Black Empire series does a better job of establishing their dynamic. Anyway, thanks for reading. I hope you’ll check out some of the other things I’ve done.

#originalficfest #original fic fest #relationships #romantic relationsips #non romantic relationships #day2 #day3

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