#alba ecstasy

[futbol16]

I’m Proud Of You  • Alexia Putellas

This was quite challenging because I can’t watch the third part of her documentary and because I wasn’t sure how and what perspective to write this from. I don’t know if I’m happy with how this turned out, but I hope I managed to do alright, enjoy!

Request: Hey i don't know if you are taking requests at the moment. If not just leave it in your inbox or give it to another writer but i have an idea and if i don't send it so someone I might forget it. So i just finished Alexias documentary and was wondering if someone could write a fic about some moments where reader appears in Alexias documentary, of course cause shes her girlfriend.

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“Hola, mi amor!” you walk into the living room and lean down to kiss Alexia’s head.

“Hola bebé” she smiles up at you before pulling you down to settle on the couch next to her.The two of you relax  together, play with Nala and eat lunch just four hours before the quarter finals of the champions league.

“I’ll be honest with you, I didn’t see my daughter take the field because we were late to the match. Barcelona stood still, streets were packed and so we couldn’t get there in time.” Eli, Alexia’s mother, spoke into the camera. Her and the younger Putellas hurried into the stadium, the chanting of the fans audible as they climbed the stairs.

“Do you think she noticed?” she asked as they took their seats.

“Of course she has. But don’t worry about it, Y/N probably talked to her and she’s okay” Alba reassured their mother who nodded with a smile.

“She’s good to her”

“Sí mami”

“I remember I had goosebumps the whole game, you know with the adrenaline of playing and wanting to win and then looking up into the stands to see such a massive amount of people there, you know, supporting us, a women's game. It was a very special night”

You chuckled as you told the camera crew, a smile gracing you thought back to the champions league quarter finals against Real Madrid. The build up of the game, Aitana equalizing, yourself scoring as well as Alexia and the cheering of the fans as Barca won the match.

“I didn't know anything that was going on in the stands, i was focused on we have to pass, we have to win, i didn't hear anything.” Alexia spoke truthfully.

“And then the final whistle was blown and I stood there for a moment, looking around seeing the happy faces of my teammates and everyone in the stands was happy and then Y/N pulled me into her she was like, “you hear that? They’re cheering for you” You looked out into the crowd as you held the midfielder close to you, the two of you then congratulating your teammates.

“You know, it was one of those ‘we made it’ moments.”

“They were not leaving, the match was over and they spent an hour celebrating.” Xavi said with a laugh.

“I have never seen Alexia so out of sorts. But in the end you can only enjoy it” Mapi smiled at the memory.

The three of you banged on the drums one of the fans brought with them, the rest singing and jumping around in ecstasy. There were very few moments in your life where you remember feeling so at ease and happy, watching the celebrations again brought tears to your eyes. Alexia looked down at you from her place on the couch and with a kiss to your forehead she held you tighter as you continued watching her documentary.

“You have to take a break from football sometimes Ale, so how do you disconnect?” Alexia’s physiotherapist was massaging her leg as he spoke to her.

“I don’t know”

“You can’t just always be thinking about football” 

“I do, I don’t really know how to not.”

He paused for a moment “Does Y/n help you disconnect? Relax?”

“Sí, sí. She helps a lot.”

“How does she help?” he asked curiously, though with a knowing smile as Alexia started explaining with a tone full of affection.

“She’ll pull me away and be like, “Let’s go on a walk” “Let’s watch a movie” or “Eli wants to see us, I’ll drive”.”

“You should listen to her more” he laughs, Alexia soon joining in as she agrees.

“She says that all the time too!”

You watch intently as the clips from France play, the ones where Alexia won her first BallonD’or and you hold your breath as you recognize which part of the documentary would be next. After all, you were there when she talked about it.

“Since my father’s death, my dedication to football has changed. And well.. I wanted to make this worthwhile. For him too.” Alexia’s voice cracks as she tries not to cry, ultimately failing. You remember sitting next to the camera crew as your leg bounced up and down, you hated seeing Alexia struggle so much and not be able to be there next to her.

“Can I go now?” your voice was heard, an impatient tone and you didn’t wait for their approval before you moved over to where Alexia sat. She makes space for you as you take her into your arms and whisper comforting words to her as she tries to calm herself. You continue to hold her for the rest of the clip as she talks about her father and leaving Levante.

Glancing up at Alexia you notice her eyes welling up as she watches the scene in front of her and much like then, you wipe her tears as you whisper to her.

The prideful look on your face is hard to miss as your girlfriend talks about how she got recruited for Barcelona and you watch with a wide smile as she speaks, videos of her younger self playing on the screen.

“I got a call: “Im Xavi Llorens, I don't know about your plans, but you should know we're interested in having you play for barca.” I remember saying “In the first team?” He said “ yes, in the first team.” That's when I signed for Barca” Alexia said.

“Did you meet each other there, you and Y/n?” the interviewer wondered, though he wasn’t shown on camera.

“Yes, at Barca. She was already on the team when they signed me. First I was a bit intimidated, you know, a player younger than me on the first team? But then Xavi talked to us, he said “I can see the two of you will be very important players for the future of Barca” and we’ve been teammates since”

“How old were you then?”

“18, I was 18.”

You laugh at that. She’s never told you this before and to hear her admitting to be intimidated by you, you found it quite funny.

“You were scared of me?” you ask her with a cheeky grin, one eyebrow raised in a teasing manner. She gently shoves at your shoulder.

“I was in awe of you, you were a damn menace, you still are” she corrects you and she goes to playfully push you again when you keep grinning at her, instead you pull her with you as you lay on the length of the couch, a giggle leaving Alexia’s lips.

“It’s okay, you can just say you were scared of me” you joke, laughing when she digs her fingers into your sides.

You continue watching the documentary in a comfortable silence and soon the topic is once again on the champions league semifinal and final. You breathe in deeply as the emotions resurface, losing to Wolfsburg first. You glance down at the brunette in your arms as the Alexia in the documentary talks about how she pushed away everyone for a little bit, her manager saying they needed to work on that before your face appeared on the screen.

“She’s obsessed with football, her dedication is admirable.” you paused “But she often forgets that one loss doesn’t defy her, especially not if we’ve played 47 victorious matches before that”

“She said that?” Alexia lightly laughed. “She’s just as obsessed with football, if anyone’s admirable it’s Y/N, seriously.”

“Do you isolate yourself after every loss? Of course, when you lose, it doesn’t happen often” the interviewer chuckles as he asks.

“Usually I’d want to be alone after a loss, but Y/N is there, she wouldn’t leave me”

“And is that good for you? Or would you rather, you know, stay with your own thoughts-”

“No, no I need Y/N there or I go insane” she answered with a nod, though she managed a lighthearted smile.

Eventually the documentary comes to an end with one question asked.

“Did you ever think Alexia couldn’t do it?”

“There were times when I questioned if she’d exhaust herself before she could, but she always proved that wrong.” Mapi said truthfully.

“No, as a mother I don’t think you’re allowed to think that way, but no, I always knew if she wanted something she’d work hard for it” 

“Wow, that’s a very vague question..No, honestly I knew she wouldn’t have stopped until she’d get there, get to the finish line, win the game, win that trophy” you said. “I believed in her and she believed in herself. And look at where she’s now? She’s arguably the best female player and she’s not done yet.”

“Mi amor” Alexia’s choked whisper breaks you out of your staring at the TV and you look down to see her crying.

“Ale? What happened?” you ask with a worried face. She smiles through her tears as you reach for her face, gently ridding her of the tear drops. However, as you gaze into her eyes you recognize the look she’s giving you and you relax knowing that these weren’t sad tears.

A smile tugs at your lips as you praise her, your voice coming out in your own quiet whispers as to not break the moment.

“I’m so proud of you Alexia. So so proud of you mi corazón” if the genuinity in your eyes wasn’t enough, or the tone of your voice, you called her Alexia let her know that you meant what you were saying. You only ever called her full name when you were serious about something.

You’re pulled into a hard and passionate kiss, love bursting in both your chests as you soak in the feeling of each other. She eventually pulls away breathlessly and you lean your foreheads together as you smile at each other fondly.

“I couldn’t have done it without you Y/N”

“Don’t say that Ale” 

“No, I’m being honest. I couldn’t go a day without you amor, not if I tried and I don’t want to.” she nods to you as you take in her words and it’s now your turn to cry.

“Te amo mucho mi vida” 

“Te amo tanto” she mutters on your lips before kissing you again.

#alexia putellas imagine #futbol16 #woso imagine #woso x reader

[docpiplup]

@asongofstarkandtargaryen I found that there's another horror film for this year. Its title is "Venus", directed by Jaume Balagueró and produced by Álex de la Iglesia.

Synopsis

Horror film based on a short story by the famous writer H.P Lovecraft, 'Dreams of the Witch's House'.

The story follows a young disco dancer, Lucía (Ester Expósito) who steals an important cache of ecstasy pills from the owners of the club owner's box office. When she is caught in flight by one of the security members, he plunges a knife into her leg, although she manages to escape. Bleeding profusely and wanting to avoid the hospital Lucía seeks refuge in the house of her sister, Nina (Alejandra Meco), who lives on the outskirts of Madrid in a dilapidated block of flats called Venus.

There she will also meet his niece Alba (Inés Fernández) who she has not visited for years. The girl begins to tell her apparently paranormal things that happen upstairs and start to worry her.

Immediately, Lucía begins to notice that there is something strange in that place, as well as in the behavior of the neighbors who inhabit it. When her sister disappears one morning, Lucía has no choice but to watch over her niece and protect her from an ancient horror that lurks behind the walls of the old building.

Meanwhile, her old bosses are following her steps seeking revenge for the robbery.

Cast

Ester Expósito

Alejandra Meco

Inés Fernández

Ángela Cremonte

Magüi Mira

Fernando Valdivieso

Federico Aguado

Duration: 100 min.

Premiere: December 2, 2022

Director: Jaume Balagueró

Producer: Álex de la Iglesia

Screenplay: Fernando Navarro, Jaume Balagueró (Story: H.P. Lovecraft)

Music: Vanessa Garde

Photography: Pablo Rosso

Companies: Pokeepsie Films, The Fear Collection

Filming locations: It was shot in Madrid (Madrid, Fuenlabrada and El Álamo) and Toledo.

#venus 2022 #upcoming film #trailer #ester expósito #álex de la iglesia #jaume balagueró #alejandra meco #inés fernández #federico aguado #ángela cremonte #magüi mira #fernando valdivieso

[helgion]

[timesnows]

Milano e Ibiza Capolinea Della Cocaína Vip

Piazzava anche 300 chili di cocaina al mese tra Milano, l isola degli sballi e il nord Italia. Sorpresa: è giovane e incensurato, di sangue blu. Si chiama Morgan Marco Ulivieri, classe 1972, primogenito della contessa Pinina Garavaglia, nobildonna dei salotti e animatrice delle notti milanesi. Questo, almeno, stando alle pesantissime accuse di traffico internazionale di stupefacenti contestate dalla direzione distrettuale antimafia di Trento dopo tre anni di indagini.

Morgan martedì all alba è finito in manette nella sua casa di Ibiza, obnubilato dagli stupefacenti. Gli uomini dell Udyco, l antidroga della policia nacional di Madrid, l ha arrestato dopo un festino a basa di cocaina. Nell abitazione, i resti del party: 35 grammi di polvere bianca. A 1200 chilometri di distanza - sono le 6 di mattina - nel centralissimo viale Majno di Milano il fratello Leopoldo Bernardino, 26 anni, s alzava per capire chi insisteva al campanello della casa materna. Carabinieri. Anche lui arrestato con l accusa di aver gestito le partite di droga. Allibito ha continuato a ripetere «Non ha senso» alla madre in lacrime. Lei cerca di difenderli: «Errori e superficialità - afferma - contro degli innocenti. I miei figli possono aver peccato di incoscienza frequentando persone sbagliate: la vita è piena di botole. Mi rifaccio al giudizio di Dio». Eppure i Ros dell Arma su quest ultima retata, 19 persone arrestate in Italia e 12 all estero, non mostrano esitazioni dopo aver già mandato in carcere altre 56 persone dall inizio delle indagini tra Italia, Francia, Spagna e Argentina e il sequestro di oltre 1.600 chili di cocaina.

Oltre a 110.000 pasticche di ecstasy che due corrieri italiani trasportavano con automobili dotate di doppio fondo e un milione e 200mila euro in contanti ritrovato nelle case degli arresti e uno yatch dal valore di 3,5 milioni sequestrato al socio di Ulivieri.

La cocaina veniva raffinata in quella zona franca che i narcos si sono ritagliati tra Argentina, Paraguay e Bolivia. Era il cartello della famiglia Losano tramite la holding Losano Corporation a gestire il traffico con l Europa. Si utilizzava la rete commerciale di carbone vegetale che assicurava la copertura al trasferimento della cocaina dal Sudamerica. In Argentina Sergio Miguel Greco e Fabian Osvaldo Disipio, due trafficanti di medio calibro, gestivano i rifornimenti con Ibiza sotto la regia occulta del super ricercato boss Reinaldo Delfin Castedo. Sempre secondo gli inquirenti, Morgan Ulivieri aveva contatti diretti con i sudamericani, con i quali passava fine settimana a Milano, e seguiva la distribuzione in Italia. Con cospicui guadagni se la cocaina al 95 per cento acquistata in Spagna a 22mila euro al chilo veniva rivenduta a 33-34mila in Italia. A Ibiza operava quindi una struttura ramificata. Ulivieri contava sull amico e socio Diego Emiliano Corzo, argentino di 34 anni e sul braccio destro Nicola Casola, anche loro tutti arrestati. Corzo in Ibiza aveva un laboratorio capace di raffinare 500 chili alla volta.

Al telefono i trafficanti si fingevano agenti immobiliari, indicando i chili da comprare o con i metri quadrati dell ipotetica casa da poter affittare a Ibiza o con i giorni del periodo di locazione. Per gli inquirenti il figlio della Garavaglia era in grado di controllare rifornimenti per 30-50 chili alla settimana e chiedeva 4-5mila euro per ogni chilo intermediato. La polvere bianca arrivava grazie a 25 corrieri a Milano, Torino e nel Triveneto. Corrieri anche superstiziosi. È il caso dell unica donna presente nell inchiesta che consultava la veggente Ursula di Francoforte prima di ogni viaggio per sapere se avrebbe incontrato «rallentamenti» durante la trasferta. La veggente, l ultima volta, aveva indicato al telefono «ombre oscure» e «uomini neri». Non le credette.

Sotto la Madonnina sono finiti invece in manette anche due noti organizzatori di eventi e feste: Davide Rombolotti, di 31 anni, e Paolo Tarantino, di 33 anni.

Feste, festine e discoteche. Il gruppo poteva infatti contare su clienti vip, modelle, attori e presentatori della tv. Le indagini erano infatti partite proprio da un giro di cocaina in discoteche e locali scoperto in Trentino con festini cui prendevano parte noti professionisti locali. Da qui si era arrivati a Milano e a Ibiza.

[omega-242]

Shadows in the Dark IV

#alba ecstasy #youtube #music

[ducavalentinos]

Don Cæsar, my lord and master! even if you despise this poor letter, and the woman who sends it, yet will it be a great consolation for me to have dared to write it. As it has been vouchsafed to me, unworthy though I am, to love you to such a degree that it is killing me, it is right that you should known it, gracious prince! Don Cæsar, I am going to tell you, then, that I love you like this whether it be for my salvation or my damnation. [...]I am a young patrician girl, with the noblest blood in Rome in my veins, though my family is enemy of yours. My name is Alba Colonna. I am loved, and before I saw you I thought I loved in return. I am betrothed. I am, therefore, sacrificing some happiness in order to receive from you, if it so please you, the only joy I desire. Can all this give some value to my love? However that may be, my life is yours. [...]I witnessed your triumph when you rode in a chariot, and looked so magnificent with all the attributes of the Cæsar of old. But can there be any other Cæsar than you? Why did you borrow that empty form? Is not your own person, Cæsar Borgia, my master, divine as it is?[...]Don Cæsar, I long for you, and fear you as I would an abyss. The unknown depths of your soul draw me to you. I must needs throw myself into the gulf of it without knowing what I shall find there, only certain that it will be an ecstasy, without which I can live no longer now that I have dreamt of it. I entreat you, I wait for you, Don Cæsar. Come. Make haste; in three days it will be too late. In three days I shall be the wife of another, and he will have taken me far away from here. [...]how is it that he guesses nothing? How can he fail to notice my paleness, and the traces of hot tears on my cheeks? Why does he not feel my repulsion at the slightest liberty he may take? And how come it that no one about me has guessed my secret, the divine secret of my love for you? Thank God, they are all blind. But I can bear it no longer. I am going mad. Cæsar, it is time. Come and take her who has given herself to you, but who cannot reach you. A little way from Nemi, on the road leading to Genzano, there is a chapel dedicated to the Virgin. The brides of the countryside go there to pray during the week before their marriage. I go there every evening, for the Ave Maria, and I go alone. The road is lonely. I have told you enough. You see, Don Cæsar, I have no pride or modesty left. Despise me, if you will; I deserve your contempt; but come. Do with me as you will, I am the impassioned slave of your desire.

The she-wolf, a romance of the Borgias, tr. from the French of ... Formont, Maxime, 1864.

#cesare borgia #alba colonna #cesare x alba #house borgia #house borgia in fiction #maxime formont #this letter djsjdsjdsj !!!!!!!!! #that's such good writing #gosh <33 #i wonder if irl!cesare ever received letters like that from pretty innocent maidens who came into his presence lol? 👀👀 #anyhow i strongly believe alba is loosely based on dorotea #even though the author mentions her later on #bc it's just so similar to what we know #a yong pretty girl who doesn't want to marry her betrothed #an abduction or rather what everyone else thought it was an abduction takes place #she stays with him for a long time #it all kinda...clicks?! #aah also i'm sorry maybe i'm wrong #but the tone of alba's words and her relationship with ces here gives me dracula/mina vibes?? djsdjdjs #or maybe dracula and his brides #the whole my master thing and how she feels so bewitched by him etc #it was really entertaining ngl

[holylulusworld]

The Room Mate – J2 Forever

Summary: Jensen and Jared are looking for someone ‘special’ to share their house. When you find the advertisement in the latest newspaper you believe they are looking for a roommate…boy were you wrong…

Pairing: J2 x Reader, Jensen x Reader, Jared x Reader, unnamed OFC

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (vaginal), sex against a wall, choking, doggy style, threesome, language, degrading (calling names – consensual), nakedness, voyeurism, amateur porn

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 Your legs wrapped around his waist, body pressed against the wall you gasp as Jared tightens the grip around your throat while he’s fucking wildly into you.

“Such a good slut. Taking me so well.” Jared growls moving his hips in a maddening pace. One of your hands covers Jared’s hand choking you, the other paws at his shoulder as your nails bite deep into his muscles.

“Damn, she looks hot like this. Fuck her harder but slow down.” Jensen moans watching Jared pounding you into the wall.

“Shut up and watch us,” Jared mutters angling his cock to press deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot with every hard thrust.

“She’s dripping, Jare, can’t wait for my turn to take her.” Jensen gasps watching your tits jiggle with every snap of Jared's hips.

Your legs are cramping, pussy clinging to Jared’s dick you nod at Jared and he cuts your air supply off. His thrusts come slower but harder now. Going deeper he growls feeling your walls tighten.

Pleasure starts spreading through your body and Jared let go of your throat. Air is floating your lungs as your head lulls back, making you clamp down hard onto Jared’s thick shaft.

He’s pressing you into the wall, hands groping your ass to fuck you faster, chasing his release, not caring about the noises Jensen makes behind him.

Cum is floating your channel and you move your arms around Jared’s neck, bringing him down for a hungry kiss.

“I think taking a few days off was a great idea. Our girl was underfucked for sure.” Jensen chuckles as you moan against Jared’s demanding lips.

“Take off your clothes and take her hard. I’m going to get her ‘surprise’.” Jared chuckles and Jensen licks his lips.

“I think she will like it.” Jensen groans watching Jared throwing you onto the bed. Your spent body is pouncing of the bed and a shriek leaves your lips.

“Hey! Don’t just dump me, Mr. Padalecki.” You tease as Jared gives you a cocky grin.

“Hmm…such a nice naked lady lying on our bed. I think I will have a taste of you too, dirty girl.” Jensen rasps grabbing your waist to pull you close to him. Ass up in the air you fall onto your arms, just letting Jensen have his way with you. “You okay?”

“If you give me what I need right now, I’m more than okay, Ackles.” You retort.

“I think that can be arranged.” Chuckling Jensen slides the tip through your dripping folds, slipping into you with one hard stroke.

“Shit, I’ve missed you too. That was a damn long month.” You mutter.

“We are going to give you all you need during our vacation and we have a surprise for you…” Jensen grunts starting to pound you in earnest. Jensen is always gentler than Jared but tonight he’s more than needy…

“Jensen stop talking and fuck me.”

“As you wish…” Jensen mutters snapping his hips against your ass. “We want you to remember who owns this pretty pussy.”

Flipping the switch Jensen grabs your hair harshly, causing you to crane your neck into an uncomfortable position. He’s plunging harder into you, not caring about the noises leaving his lips or Jared smirking at the scene.

“Fuck, Jay…” Jared growls watching Jensen pumping into you with all his strength. Tears are running down your face, cries leave your lips and your whole body feels sore, but the way Jensen is taking you makes you forget everything else.

“That’s it…” Jensen groans feeling your pussy clinging to his length with every stroke. Wetness is dripping onto his cock but he doesn’t care as the way your walls tighten around him makes his whole body shake in ecstasy.

Cum is dripping down your legs now as you choke and gasp, pleasure making your body tingle you look at Jared only to see another woman standing next to him.

“Fuck…that was something else.” Jensen chuckles pulling out of you. “Still the best pussy I ever had.”

“Y/N, this is Jade.” Jared rumbles and you need a minute to compose yourself.

“What the actual fuck!” You yell and Jared flinches, just like Jensen. “What is this chick doing in here while I’m butt-naked, getting railed by Jensen?” Your hands grab Jared’s shirt to cover your modesty.

“She’s our surprise…ya know…your fantasy…” Jensen stammers behind you.

“My what?” You ask looking at both men, dumbfounded.

“You talked to your friend a few weeks ago. Telling her you’d like to have a threesome…” Jared explains and you roll your eyes.

“I said...if I recall right. ‘I like to have threesomes’…” You snap at Jared.

“That’s the reason she’s here…” Jensen stammers.

“Is this a joke? Is there a hidden camera? I mean I know there is one but is this a ‘you’ve got ..punk’d’ situation or are you two just dull?” You exhale getting out of the bed. Glaring at Jared and the woman standing next to him. “Or is this a hint that I’m not good enough for the two of you? I can leave…right now.” Arms crossed over your chest you wait for Jared’s answer.

“We thought you want a woman…”

“I said I like to have a threesome with you and Jensen, not with a random slut you bring into our bedroom while I’m having sex with Jensen or you. This is strike 1, 2 and 3 at once, Padalecki! You want to fuck her, do it but I’m out of this…” Now picking up your clothes you storm toward the bathroom. Slamming the door shut with full force.

“We fucked up…literally.” Jensen sighs.

“You are telling me!” Jared deadpans.

----

The hot water let your body relax for a moment but then you realize that both men brought a foreign woman into your bedroom, while you were vulnerable…carefree. Tears slip down your cheeks as the bathroom door open.

“Baby…we are sorry. We thought you want a woman. We saw the porn you were watching.” Jensen stammers.

“I watched one porn with two women and now I want a foursome with a random slut? I only have sex with people I can trust Jensen. You can’t just bring a random woman into our relationship, if this even one.” You sniffle turning your back toward both men.

“Please…I sent her away…” Jared tries but you do not answer.

“I was not enough…you need someone else…great.”

“No, she was only here for you…to ya know…”

“What? Lick my pussy, Jensen? I prefer you or Jared doing this. I’m not into women. I watched this porn as I was curious, nothing else. I watched porn with two guys going at it too. I didn��t ask you and Jared to fuck each other afterward.” You mutter and Jared clears his throat.

“We got it wrong. Jensen and I saw the porn, heard what you were saying to your friend and thought we need to give you what you want, need. We don’t want to lose you. I agreed to share you with a woman if it’s what you need.” Jared explains and you turn around.

“If I wanted to have sex with a woman it would be my best friend or Angelina Jolie, not a random chick. How about Jessica Alba? I mean she’s hot, you know her Jay…or Kathryn…cute blonde girl. How about Felicia…sexy redhead.”

Making odd noises Jared and Jensen stare at you with wide eyes. Your lips curve into a grin seeing their shocked features.

“See, that’s the right reaction. I’m not into a foursome. Hell, I can barely handle both of you at once. How should I be able to have time or energy for someone else.” You sigh.

“We are sorry… How can we make it up to you?” Jared rumbles and you pinch the bridge of your nose…

“I have this fantasy about you tied to a chair and I ride you hard…” You chuckle looking up at Jared and he gulps hard. His cock twitches in anticipation but the dom inside of him is fighting to give up dominance.

“Shit, Jared she wants to tame you.” Jensen chuckles.

“I’ve got one for you too…” A grin on his face Jensen nods. “Bring it, Baby…”

“Hmm…I want to tie you down onto the bed and do dirty things to you while Jared is watching us tied to the chair, waiting for his turn…” You rasps licking your lips and Jensen, well he groans.

“Jared…handcuffs, whip…give me everything you have in your secret box. I want her to do dirty things to me for sure.”

“What about Jared?”

“Fine,” Jared mutters.

“That’s not convincing, Padalecki. We will use the comfortable armchair if you want me to…” You chuckle leaving the shower to dry your body with a soft towel.

Jared’s eyes scan every inch of your exposed body and he sighs heavily. “I’m all yours…”

“Better. Get naked…both. Jared, get the armchair and sit down, Jensen onto the bed, just look pretty.”

“What are you going to do?” Jensen asks.

“I’m going to get the stuff I bought last month.” You shrug. “I have a nice box full of surprise and I swear you will be mine forever…”

“Count me in…” Jensen gasps imagining all the dirty things you want to do to him.

“Jared, is the camera prepared?” Glancing at the tall man you can see the struggle to keep his cool. “Always.”

“Good.”

“I guess this means J2 forever?” Jared asks.

“We will see that…now get naked…”

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[mistikfir]

Getting to Know Hugh

TV Guide (December 9, 2000) By Matthew Gwyther 

England has had a good run in recent years at turning out sensitive, flop-haired heartthrobs. Hugh Dancy is no exception, and, if things go as planned, he should prove the Hugh Grant or Ralph Fiennes of the new millennium. Although still relatively unknown, Dancy, 25, already has a Web site dedicated to him which has its correspondents in all manners of ecstasy. Beautiful doesn't do him justice - and the older he gets the lovelier he becomes, gushes one adoring fan. Damn. He's sexy, reports another. 

Now, American audiences can see for themselves what all the fuss is about. Dancy stars in TNT's "David Copperfield," an adaptation of Charles Dickenss 19th-century novel about an abandoned waif who falls in with all sorts of Dickensian characters - including the eccentric Betsy Trotwood (Sally Field) and the ebullient Mr. Micawber (Michael Richards). "This was the first time I was really the center of attention [in a production]," says Dancy, who is single and lives in London. Sally [Field] was very supportive. She's a good example of how experience can help beginners. Field, for her part, returns the compliment: Hugh's very talented. I couldn't think of a more appropriate way for David Copperfield to look.  On this chilly November afternoon in London, however, Dancy looks more like a disheveled college student in his tweed coat and long, knitted scarf. He is polite and engaging, which is unsurprising from an actor who comes with an unusually impeccable pedigree. Dancy's father, Jonathan, is a professor of moral philosophy at Reading University, his mother, Sarah, works in the publishing industry. When he was 13, Dancy was sent to Winchester, the poshest private school in the U.K. after Eton. (The latter establishment recently sent Prince William out into the world.) Next came Oxford University, where Dancy studied English literature and was encouraged in his acting by a tutor who wrote plays for his students. After a post-Oxford spell as a barman in Holland Park, Dancy approached a London agent and was signed on the spot.  For the past few months, Dancy has been focusing on his latest role, playing a WWI tank-crew member in the London stage production of "To the Green Fields Beyond," directed by Sam Mendes (American Beauty). He also recently finished production on the British drama "The Sleeping Dictionary," scheduled for release in 2001. The film, which also stars Jessica Alba (Dark Angel), tells the story of a young Englishman (Dancy) dispatched to Sarawak to become part of the British colonial government. With all the work he's been getting, Dancy's parents must be at ease with their son's chosen profession. "They're very happy," he says. "As long as I'm eating, that's fine." 

#hugh dancy #magazine #photo hugh dancy #interview hugh dancy #mine

[alphawave-writes]

Confessions (NSFW Sigma x Harold Winston)

Synopsis: Cardinal Siebren de Kuiper is a holy man and a respectable member of the Papacy. But Pope Alba, known once as Harold Winston, is intent on making him sin. And he's got just the silver tongue to make Siebren weak.

My friend vainsh on twitter made a series of drawings of Pope!Harold and priest!Sigma and I just HAD to write it. Literally, took me like three hours to write this and I am TIRED but it is worth it. Enjoy pope smut. I’ll see you all in hell XD

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Cardinal Siebren de Kuiper knows Pope Alba by many names. He knows him as His Holiness. He knows him as the Holy Father. Most often, in the privacy of their own company, he knows him by his Christian name, Harold Winston, and is one of very few allowed to speak the name to existence.

However, in that moment, he has a new name for the Pope.

“S-sir.”

“Ssshh,” Harold whispers soothingly. “Be quiet for me, will you?”

For years Siebren has wondered how a mild-mannered man like Harold Winston could ever compete for the title of pope. He does not play the game for papacy. He is a half-caste man of American and Chinese origins. He has resorted to no bribery, no tricks to keep his position, and yet he secures a majority vote and took over as pope without so much as a speck of blood on his hands.

It’s now that Siebren knows better. Harold’s hands may be clean, but that does not mean he is innocent. His mind is sharp, and his tongue is silver. People hang on his every breath and word, so adept his tongue is, that they do not realise the way the sentences curl around their body and pull them into the spider’s web. His hands are clean because his tongue is so dirty. His tongue is so, so dirty.

Siebren stands with furrowed brows, fists shaking at his side as Harold’s tongue flickers over his puckered hole. He’s bent forward and pushed against the wall, shame-faced but wanting as Harold’s hands roam over his ass. The pleasures of the flesh have evaded him for so long that every little touch feels like hellfire on his skin. He wonders if the Lord is up there in Heaven, watching the new apostolic successor of Saint Peter ravage another man so eagerly.

“G-god,” he whimpers.

Harold chuckles under his breath. “Do you dare speak the lord’s name in vain?”

A desperate huff escapes his lips. Siebren is ready to reprimand himself then and there. Oh Lord, blessed be thy name, forgive me for the sin I shall commit. He lets his head fall lower, resting on the arms pressed on the wall. His body is shaking and he doesn’t know if it’s from guilt or ecstasy.

The tongue slides so easily into his ass, almost like that is the divine purpose of a tongue. And it’s not a particularly long one but heavens, does Harold know how to use it. Penetrating the tip in, curling and twisting within, pulling these sinful sounds from Siebren’s mouth. He flicks and licks, sliding in and out like it is another appendage entirely. There have been days where Siebren wants to shut that mouth up for good, to trap that incessant tongue and let it speak no more words, but never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that this is how he finally shuts Harold up for good. He never imagined it to feel so wrong and right all at the same time.

His cock is quivering, dripping fluid onto the holy floors of the Vatican, staining his black cassock. If anyone could see him, they would know of his sinful misdeed. They would never suspect the Pope of doing such a thing, such a paragon of virtue and faith he is. They would never suspect the Pope of being consumed by the sin of lust, moaning into the cleft of another man’s ass.

Siebren can feel the dark threads of lust threaten to consume his mind. How he desires to remain a figure of chastity, to remain untouched and reject Harold’s advances, but he knows he cannot. His muscles do not respond to his commands, his legs widening to accommodate Harold, his muffled moans and groans spilling from his lips like the oldest wine. He is not a figure of innocence like Harold is. He’s committed so many sins. What is one more?

Harold’s tongue finally leaves and he groans lowly. How he hates this sudden feeling of empty coldness, like the devil has frozen his soul. But this emptiness is short-lived when a finger slowly pushes in. The sounds that leave Siebren’s throat are so wrong but they feel so right.

“You are good for me, Siebren,” Harold whispers. His finger pushes up to the second knuckle, and then the third. It feels so good. It feels heavenly. “So eager,” Harold chuckles.

Siebren muffles another cry when he feels the second finger slip in. They scissor within him, alternating in tandem as they thrust into him, fast yet gentle. Harold’s free hand grasps onto his shoulder, his lips breathing hot air on his collar before moving up, latching onto his earlobe. Another groan drips down his lips and is swallowed by his arm. He doesn’t know what will be worse: if the Pope’s guards hear him, or if the angels do. He doesn’t know whose judgment he fears more.

The fingers slip out of him and he shudders. It’s so embarrassing to be this weak. He’s supposed to be strong. Taller and bigger than all the other cardinals. A physical and mental threat. And yet here he is, his chest pressed onto the wall, trying to hide his groans from the guards that are barely more than a couple of metres away, enjoying every wicked touch that is placed on his body by a man so much smaller and weaker than him. A man whose every action reeks of love and sanctimonious satisfaction.

The hardness that presses into his backside makes Siebren gasp, first in surprise and then in shameful arousal. His own cock twitches eagerly. How he wants to let his hand lower down to his cock, to touch himself in that one place that has never been touched by another. He tries to fight the urge, but then a hand rakes down his spine slowly, gently.

“Do you want this, Siebren?” Harold breathes. He hides it well, but there’s a faint undercurrent of desperation in his voice. The lust has consumed him.

Siebren’s reminded of the first time he met Harold, back when they were both just cardinals. He notices the way Harold looked at him then but he could not decipher the meaning behind his heated gaze and lilting voice. He remembers how he felt that day, his heart speeding up and his chest tightening and his mind becoming cloudy with impure thoughts. He thought for so long that he hated Harold, or perhaps that Harold hated him. Now he knows that it is far from the truth.

“M-May I confess something, Holy Father?”

“Harold,” he corrects. “You know I never liked the stuffy titles.”

“H-Harold,” Siebren says. “I want to see you. Let me see you.”

Harold does not say a word. Siebren worries he might have said something wrong but then he hears the shuffle of fabric, the pop of a cap opening, and the squelching noises of oil being rubbed onto skin.

“Turn around for me,” Harold whispers.

Shakily, Siebren turns around, pressing his back on the wall. Harold’s smiling in such a delicious daze. His cheeks and lips are as red as the devil, and just as tempting. His cock is in his hand, stroking languidly. His other hand pushes Siebren against the wall, trailing down to lift one leg up over his shoulder. Siebren’s arms cling to Harold’s neck, pulling him close.

“May I confess something myself, Siebren?”

Siebren doesn’t know what to say. Harold’s cock is pressing at his entrance, never pushing in. He’s rocking his hips so eagerly, desperate to be filled and defiled.

“I’ve wanted you for years.”

Harold finally slides into him. Siebren crushes his lips into Harold’s, laving his tongue into the cave that is Harold’s mouth. They both moan into each other, swallowing each other’s noises, obscuring them from Earth and the Heavens. Harold’s hips still as his hand leaves his own to trace the outline of Siebren’s cock, still hidden in his cassock. Slowly he rumples the cassock up and grabs Siebren’s cock, rubbing and touching as much as he can.

It’s only the wall and Harold that keep him from falling down to hell. A part of him wants to fall. A part of him wants to fall so he won’t corrupt Harold with his presence. But the other part of him is trapped in the moment, tilting his hips to meet Harold’s thrusts, relishing in the noises he can pull from Harold’s mouth. Jesus speaks of love, but what does he know of this aching, overwhelming love that has overtaken his senses? What does he know of the pleasure that spins in Siebren’s gut, of the hot and wet noises two people can share with the melodic slide of flesh, of a love that is both tainted and pure at the same time?

There’s heat all over Siebren’s body, sweat dripping off every pore. Harold gazes upon him like he’s the most heavenly creature to ever divine this earth, kissing him so sweetly and so passionately. For a moment he feels like they are one, a single entity joined together by God’s grace, waiting for the holy light to consume them both in dazzling rays of warmth and happiness.

Harold is the first to let go. Trails of saliva connect their lips together. He’s breathing hard now, his eyes staring unfocusedly on Siebren’s cock. His strokes quicken, his hips bucking underneath him. His lips are swollen and glistening and beautiful. “Cum with me,” he moans. “I’m close. A-are you close?”

Siebren nods feverishly.

“Will you cum for me only when I tell you to?”

He feels the heat threatening to consume him. He’s not sure if it’s God’s light or the Devil’s hellfire. He doesn’t know, and he doesn’t care. “P-please, Harold.”

“Then cum for me.”

His face scrunches up, his body shivers as a loud cry escapes his lips, and soon his thick cum shoots out of him as the light overwhelms him. Harold’s grip tightens, a shaky breath escaping his lips as he cums soon after. Fatigued, they collapse on each other, Siebren’s back sliding down the wall as they let themselves get dragged down (or perhaps up) to Earth.

Their cassocks are stained with cum and sweat. Their foreheads are covered in sweat. They’re still breathing hard, trying to catch their breath. Siebren gazes upon Harold, holding onto him, his arms wrapped around his waist before he curls his head into Siebren’s shoulder. There’s absolutely no way he can hide what he has just done, but for some reason he cannot bring himself to care. Maybe it is the light that still flows in his veins, or maybe it is the blessing of God above, but he feels peaceful and happy just having Harold hug him like this.

Siebren carefully raises his hand up to rub a soothing pattern down Harold’s back. Harold takes the glasses off his face and wipes them on a clean portion of his cassock. His hands sweep over his cassock, hiding his shrinking erection.

“That was…”

“Sinful,” Siebren finishes.

“I was going to say wonderful, but I guess I see where you’re coming from with this.”

Siebren’s jaw is set tight to stop himself from smiling. “We have committed a grave sin. To perform adultery, especially premarital adultery between two men, it won’t look kindly on us. Not by the church, not by the followers”

“But you felt good, did you not? I know I did, and I’m almost sure you did too.”

Harold takes Siebren’s hands in his own. Siebren sees the papal ring and out of guilt, presses a tender kiss to it.

“We should not let the world stop us from enjoying this earthly pleasure,” Harold says.” It is my duty, after all, to guide billions. It is your duty to guide me, Cardinal de Kuiper.”

He knows this emotion he feels for Harold transcends all human emotions. It makes him burn only to cleanse him in holy water. It torments him only so he shall feel salvation. It is hell only so he can better appreciate heaven. It is love, taking him up to soaring heights and dark depths.

Harold caresses his face with his hand. His tongue is so dirty but his smile is innocent. “What do you say?”

Siebren smiles microscopically as he leans forward and presses a soft kiss. “As a Cardinal of your Holiness, I shall do whatever it takes to enact your will.”

Harold smiles indulgently and licks his lips, a heavenly angel and a wicked demon all at once.

#Overwatch #Sigma #Siebren de kuiper #Harold Winston #Sigrold #I can't believe I wrote this in 3 HOURS!! #I think the last time I got so excited I wrote a fic in a day #was my very first Sigma fic #Which is technically THE first Sigma fic #Either way I am going to hell for this and I will enjoy the trip #Reblog this and spread the sin ;)

[kiradurbin]

Super Short Reviews:  Spring / Summer TV part 3

Super Short Reviews Spring / Summer TV part 3:

Undercover (Netflix) – Inspired by true events.  When you think of beautiful Belgium, do you think … Ecstasy ?  Probably not.  But thats where most of it comes from, and these nice detective folks are in it for the loooooooooong haul.  And I do mean long, cuz the pacing in the first episode tuned me out. Gentleman Jack (HBO) – British and period enough to attract any Anglophile, but the subject matter is acutally more LGBTQ.  Based on the coded diaries of Anne Lister, who kept detailed accounts of her affairs with other women, and her attempts to run her family home.  Good good good.   Abyss (Netflix) – Korea.  Super cute, and I even laughed a few times (which is saying a lot for a foreign language show since your eyes are always split between the faces and the action and the subtitles.)   

  Perpetual Grace Ltd. (Epix) –  This is so unique and bizarre it also gets a “show of the summer” award.  The cast list alone should make you want to watch: Ben Kingsley, Jacki Weaver, and Luis Guzman.  It’s a con game that goes oh so so SO wrong and you really have no idea who to root for but who cares, because you really  just want to know what strange thing or character is going to appear next. 

  The Society (Netflix) – Schadenfreude!!!   I hope I have time to go back and watch the rest of all these spoiled teenagers get their due.  I don’t even care if they figure out which twilight zone episode they are in.  On a side note, can someone explain to me how tv show high schools have football teams when there are never enough people to actually play???   Florida Girls (Pop) – Redneck tv at its finest.  You’re definitely laughing AT these gals.  Already got a second season. Pandora (CW) –  This is fun!  Its like Star Trek / Gate University for YA viewers. Thumbs up for that age group. I Hear You (Netflix) – China.  I think this is supposed to be a comedy?  Or at least, the situation is ridiculous and the characters act like children or cartoons. Very YA – even more PG than a Hallmark romance. Years and Years (HBO) – UK. And you thought Black Mirror was disturbing?   This is honest and crazy and real and still British humour funny. Watch it if you still have HBO. Trinkets (Netflix) – This is like If the Breakfast Club girls had met in a shoplifters support group.  Brianna Hildebrand, Kiana Madeira, and Quintessa Swindell are all fantastically likable.  Huge YA thumbs up. Pearson (USA) – Gina Torres leaves NY corporate law (SUITS) to spin off to the dark ugly brown Chicago Mayor’s Office.  Fun!!  The story lines are good, but I lost patience for Ms. Pearson’s attitude rather quickly.  Smug Smug Smug UGH.   Good Omens (Amazon) – BINGE ALERT. Michael Sheen and David Tennant literally sparkle with glee as they bring Neil Gaiman’s world to television life. And is there anyone better suited than Frances McDormand to play “God” ?  I loved every second of it.   What / If (Netflix) – I adored Jane Levy in SUBURGATORY and im glad to see her get a chance to show off her dramatic chops.  But Renee Zellweger smirking, squinting her eyes, and crossing her super skinny legs does not a PLOT make.  This is trying really hard to make something slightly interesting into super dramatic.  People cheat.  So WHAT?  Maybe I would have watched more IF I cared.   South Side (Comedy Central) – I dont’ know if this will be as funny to anyone who’s not from Chicago but I thought it was hilarious.   One of two Bashir Salahuddin comedy creations this summer.   BH901210 (Fox) – Hopefully you were smarter than me in realising this was going nowhere fast since it didnt get renewed.   Why they did this instead of just even 6 episodes of a real show I will never know. NOT REVIEWED:  

LA’s Finest (Spectrum) – Spun off the BAD BOYS movies – Gabrielle Union and Jessica Alba are LAPD detectives.  Totally realistic im sure.   It’s Bruno (Netflix) – Comedy. Even the first 20 seconds of the preview annoyed me.  The dog is super cute though.   Curfew (Spectrum) – UK.  Sean Bean! Billy Zane! Miranda Richardson!  Street Racing!  (what?!?) Crime Diaries (Netflix) – Columbia. Murder Mystery inspired by true events. Side Games (Spectrum) – Spain.  The Mafia gets into second division football (soccer.) Malibu Rescue (Netflix) –  Looks like if Malibu Skipper had her own show.  Then again, if you are the right age to watch this, you have no idea who Malibu Skipper is.   Euphoria (HBO) – so bored in the first ten minutes I realised I would rather be cleaning my bathroom. So I did.   How To Sell Drugs Online (Netflix) – Germany.  No thanks.   Los Espookys – I heard this was hilarious, but my HBO went away for the same reason you all made your HBO go away.   Armistead Maupin Tales of the City (Netflix) –  This was a mini-series I think in the late 90s?  then there was a movie? now there is this? I was too confused  to try and sort it out.   Black Lady Sketch Show (HBO) – assuming it is what the title says.  

#bashir salahuddin #southside #neil gaiman #goodomens #trinkets #brianna hildebrand #kiana madeira #quintessaswindell

[warmbeebosoftbeebo]

30 day smut challenge: B edition: in progress

(Assuming there is any interest in this) Feel free to send me suggestions for other things n tweaks to already existing ideas, or to write as few or as many as you want when the time comes. If anyone would like me to tell them what the prompts are referencing more, I will. I’m thinking of doing this for April because it’s a month of fools n I think B’s a fool :P

I use the term sex with a very inclusive definiton (involving one or more set of genitals, for arousal and/or orgasm), and am not calling for a specific act unless one is given (eg tribadism, 69ing).

foursome/cuties in maui (spence, linda, sarah, b)

“i think i’ll go with sleep with you”/when brendon had a crush on dallon

“i’m kind of love with him” (b said of spence)

shane n regs (liner notes for pretty. odd. the other boys thanked immediate family, then their girlfriends. b thanked immediate family, then his roommate (”roomate”?) shane n shane’s girlfriend regan)

sarah smiles: he falls hard and fast, is more invested and committed than she. the ease with which she draws him in and wraps him around her finger/pussy without even trying. wanting to get out of his promiscuous ways. “does she know that my destiny lies with her?” “sarah, are you saving me?”

“I just felt surrendered, I felt arrested in love at that point. Sarah and I had just gotten together...I wanted that feeling like I’m drowning in your love but I’m so enamored with everything...”

Hurricane eg “i led the revolution in my bedroom/and i set all the zippers free,” religious confession, feelings of difference, “fix me or conflict me/i’ll take anything”

Oh Glory

A Streetcar Named Desire/Tennessee Williams (from Memories)

Casual Affair, eg the boys beware intro, “Take any moment, any time/A lover on the left/A sinner on the right” and “Hush-hush, stand there and don't you say a word” 

“mona lisa, wear me out/pleased to please ya”

sexy lyrics post https://warmbeebosoftbeebo.tumblr.com/post/178469568565/11-sexy-panic-songs : using a line n running with it, focusing on certain acts, feelings, aspects of b revealed through said sexy lyric, etc. eg “i’m gonna keep getting underneath you”--b as pliant, yielding, being led, wanting to please, be ridden in various ways, have her/their weight on top of him, pressing him into the mattress.

“random acts of oral” (that men should give women random acts of oral)

“What’s my favorite food? Pussy.”/ “My favourite meal is puss.”

open relationship or infidelity

“how many dudes have i kissed?...full on make out...a handful.”

mormon!b, doubt, atheism, religious upbringing, homophobia in the church and b’s sexuality

childhood mama’s boy, dress up box, cross dressing, wearing his mom’s clothes, what did his dad think of him being close to his mom and sisters/crossdressing/makeup/singing and playing female parts/etc? family time at set times. dressing up as elvis, playing piano and guitar. anxiety and adhd, “umbilical cord stretched too thin” (his anxiety n needing his mom to pick him up when he got too anxious/stomach achy in situations). bullying, homophobia, how his nickname was faggot in high school. teenaged stoner n weed runner. masturbation, discovering porn, realizing he’s curious about both sexes. 13-15 being a “very experimental time” for him with both sexes, sex dreams, celebrity and other crushes. sneaking out with eric to concerts n their shenanigans. being friends mostly with girls, how girls perceive him n his sexuality (eg do they think he’s gay? super friendly? does anyone crush on him? etc) 

fanfic tropes transformed, reversed, deconstructed (eg daddy kink, mafia!b, businessman!b, rough sex, bdsm, serial killer!b, sarah as the “bad guy,” stripping/prostitution, “he’s the biggest i ever had”)

b’s booty

pegging and anal/prostate toys

tribadism other than thigh riding (eg his bum, tummy) (i sense some overlap here heehee. i am quite fond of his bum n think he is too)

sex on weed

sex on ecstasy

69ing

brendon with a 4.5 inch penis, average width, or smaller. without humiliation

the threesome fwb situation with those two gals when he was 16, them teaching him, keeping him, him being their “boyfriend/girlfriend” :P eg wanting to be as good for them as they were for each other, wanting to do anything n everything they wanted him to, that two women could do together, etc. (they picked him to have a threesome with! n kept him around for further shenanigans! just think of what that probably means about him bc i know i do)

his first fmm threesome

ryden eg casual/fwb, how did it happen?, first times, drunken/high fumbles, the sexual tension in the 2006 vmas, etc

abortion eg brendon finding out his mom debated getting one or more, or did get an abortion. brendon going with you to the abortion clinic for a consultation or to get one, whether or not he did or could have impregnated you (he’s the one you want there). 

groupie sex. groupie!readerxrockstar!b or rockstar!readerxgroupie!b. 

sex swap: both the reader and b switch sexes. brendon wakes up female on a busful of guys, one or two whom he already had a crush on. one of the other boys wakes up female and is seduced by bden’s seductive, sexy, well versed in female pleasure and orgasms wiles.

virginity: what does he think of virginity? what does he consider losing it? did he have experiences before and/or after that he found more pleasurable, found more important,  than what others would consider his virginity loss?

hawaii: going to hawaii together for the first time. meeting his mom’s side of the family. getting away from the stress at home to have a hot, dirty n wet in multiple ways weekend away. learning of the clashes between mormonism and the different polytheist, animistic religions over different periods including around sexuality. 

brendon’s celebrity crushes: jessica alba, ryan gosling, freddie mercury, dua lipa, any others you know of.

“i just like keeping everything superwet”

kinky boots (eg you’re the female lead, you’re a crew member, how kinky boots/the people he worked with changed him, him tramping around in only the heels, being in new york)

first multiple orgasm for you/breaking your old orgasm record

first dry (since he started ejaculating) and/or multiple orgasm for him

massage: remember those vices era “let’s get it on” riffs? being stripped naked n lain out on a bear rug, being rubbed down with essential oils by b, naked bear hugs, plentiful opportunities for making out, manual sex n tribadism/frottage/outercourse in particular

what b really got up to at gay bars

you replace an old guitarist/bass player, and quickly end up adding some stage straight n bi into the mix if twtl or earlier eg joining in on brallon’s or ryden’s antics. if things spill over into off stage, you certainly don’t mind. if bachelor or pftw, b’s toned it down since then, but finds himself so drawn to you, on and off stage.

#fic ideas #smut challenge #fic challenge #brendon urie imagine #brendon urie smut

[romancatholicreflections]

15th October >> Daily Reflection on Today’s Saint of the Day for Roman Catholics: Saint Teresa of Jesus (of Avila), Virgin and Doctor (Memorial)

Teresa of Avila

Teresa of Avila

Teresa was born on 28 March 1515 of a noble Castilian family at Avila, in central Spain. As a child, Teresa showed piety beyond her years. On one occasion she ran away from home with a younger brother with the intention of going to Morocco and dying as martyrs. Their uncle spoiled their plan when he spotted the two children outside the city walls.

Following the custom of her social class, she was educated at home up to the death of her mother, which happened when Teresa was just 14. She then developed the usual teenage interests of romantic affairs and fashionable clothes. Her father then sent her to be educated by Augustinian Sisters in Avila. About 18 months later she became ill and spent her convalescence reading the letters of St Jerome. This resulted in her desire to become a nun. Her father was at first opposed to the idea but then consented and Teresa, then 20, entered the Carmelite convent of the Incarnation in Avila.

However, she soon became ill again from malaria. She was sent home to her family for medical treatment but, three years later, returned to the convent.

At this time the convent had a large community of about 140 nuns and had become somewhat lax in its following of the Carmelite rule. The convent parlour was often visited by the gentry of the town and the nuns were even allowed to leave the enclosure of the convent. In this rather easygoing atmosphere, with not much time given to solitude or the observance of religious poverty, Teresa at first tried to live a life of prayer, then abandoned it, only, following her father’s death, taking it up again for the rest of her life. Teresa’s charm, cheerfulness, prudence and care for others were greatly admired, not least by those who came to visit the convent. Her own spiritual life was deepened by her prayer life. In 1555 she experienced an inner conversion when she identified herself with two famous penitents, Mary Magdalen and Augustine. His Confessions had a deep influence on her. She had both Dominicans and Jesuits as spiritual directors.

On the feast of St Peter in 1559, Teresa became firmly convinced that Christ was present to her in bodily form, though invisible. This vision lasted almost uninterrupted for more than two years. In another vision, an angel drove the point of a golden arrow repeatedly through her heart, causing an indescribable happiness and pain. (Dramatically represented in the famous sculpture of Bernini, Ecstasy of St Teresa in Santa Maria della Vittoria in Rome.) The memory of this experience would inspire her for the rest of her life and was the motivation behind her lifelong desire to identify with the sufferings of Jesus, expressed in her prayer: “Lord, either let me suffer or let me die.”

Unfortunately her mystical experiences, including visions, became known and she was subjected to ridicule and even persecution. It was a time when such experiences subjected one to the investigations of the Inquisition. St Ignatius Loyola would have similar experiences.

However, up to 1560 she received support and encouragement from Peter of Alcantara.

After 25 years of Carmelite life, which she felt was not living up to the ideals of the Order, she desired to set up a community where the original rule would be strictly observed. Her proposal met with strong opposition from both church and civil authorities. But she went ahead and set up the community of St Joseph in Avila in 1562. Here 13 nuns lived in conditions of strict poverty and enclosed solitude. On moving to the new convent, Teresa got papal approval of her commitment to absolute poverty and renunciation of all property. Her plan was a revival of earlier, stricter rules. These were supplemented by new regulations such as the use of the ‘discipline’ (a small whip) to be used three times a week, and ‘discalceation’ of the Sisters, that is, the substitution of leather or wooden sandals for shoes. For the first five years of the new foundation, Teresa remained in prayerful seclusion, engaged mostly in writing.

The Avila convent would be the first of 16 similar convents set up during Teresa’s lifetime. It would also inspire the setting up of other reformed communities in other countries and in the generations that followed. The characteristics of this life were material simplicity, signified by the coarse brown wool habit and leather sandals. The lifestyle of manual work, supplemented by alms, provided the income for this way of life, which included a diet that totally excluded meat. Teresa, though the superior, took her turn at sweeping, spinning and other household chores. The convents were small and poor yet built in such a way that the personal needs of the community could be met.

Teresa was no mere idealist but a very down to earth person. Her combination of common sense, prudence and trust in God’s Providence together with a great capacity for work and organisation overcame the many obstacles she had to face. In choosing candidates for this challenging way of life, she emphasised intelligence and good judgement (“God preserve us from stupid nuns!”). It was her conviction that intelligent people can better be aware of their faults and, at the same time, see the need to be guided. This, she felt, would not be the case with the less able and narrow-minded who could become complacent and see no need for change.

During the late 1560s Teresa was also active in the reform of the Carmelite friars in association with John of the Cross. This reform, as in the case of her own convents, met with much opposition from the Calced (unreformed) Carmelites. Eventually the reformed (or Discalced) Carmelites were recognised as a separate structure from the unreformed. In Teresa’s lifetime and later, the Discalced friars would prove invaluable as spiritual directors of the Sisters.

In her teaching on prayer, Teresa’s work would be complemented by the more theological approach of John of the Cross. Her own writings, though in a more colloquial style and written under obedience, emphasise various kinds of prayer which can endure over a long period but can be the stepping stones to true mystical prayer. Her books include her own life story, Libro de las Fundaciones (the story of her Foundations), The Way of Perfection (written for nuns) and The Interior Castle.

In 1582 she made her last foundation at Burgos but died on her way back to Avila at Alba de Tormes on 4 October of that year. She was 67 years old. Her body was buried and still rests there.

Forty years after her death, in 1622, she was canonised and she is revered as the “Seraphic Virgin”. The Spanish Cortes made her patroness of Spain in 1617, and the University of Salamanca had earlier conferred the title Doctor ecclesiae (Doctor of the Church) to be distinguished from the Holy See’s ‘Doctor of the Church’ given in 1970, the first woman to be so honoured. The mysticism in her works exerted an influence on many theologians of the following centuries, such as Francis of Sales, Fénelon, and the Port-Royalist.

A contemporary portrait, painted in 1570 by Fray Juan de la Miseria, survives at Avila. Her usual emblems are a fiery arrow or a dove above her head.

The ideals and way of life established by her survive in the numerous small communities of Carmelite Sisters, who witness to the importance of contemplation in our modern world. Her written works are spiritual classics read y Christians of all kinds.

Although she died on 4 October, her feast is on 15 October because in 1582, on the very day after her death, the Gregorian reform of the calendar was adopted and ten days were permanently omitted from the month of October.

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Too little protein in your diet can leave you with insufficient l-tyrosine, an amino acid that is the precursor to dopamine.

You may also be low in one or more of the cofactors needed to turn l-tyrosine into dopamine, such as vitamin B6, vitamin B9, copper, zinc, or iron.

Some natural supplements deplete dopamine and should be avoided when increasing dopamine is your goal:

5-HTP

licorice root (Glycyrrhiza glabra) (!!!!)

magnolia bark (Magnolia officinalis)

melatonin

noni fruit (Morinda citrifolia)

white mulberry (Morus alba)

There’s an entire category of prescription drugs called dopamine antagonists that work by binding to dopamine receptors, thereby blocking dopamine activity. Three main types of drugs fall into this category: tricyclic antidepressants, drugs for nausea and vomiting, and some antipsychotics.

Recreational drugs — including alcohol, marijuana, cocaine, methamphetamine, ecstasy, amphetamines, and LSD — affect dopamine processing pathways, leading to a dopamine roller coaster ride, up then down. Nicotine increases dopamine by 200%, cocaine 400%, and amphetamines a jaw-dropping 1,000%.

All potentially addictive substances and behaviors — including caffeine, sugar, recreational drugs, shopping, video games, cell phone use, online porn, gambling, pursuit of power, and thrill-seeking — flood the brain with unnaturally high levels of dopamine. But dopamine receptors are relatively fragile and this bombardment can damage them or even stimulate them to death. So to protect your dopamine receptors, a process known as downregulation occurs. Dopamine receptors thus become less responsive or may even totally shut down.

One of the most unexpected dopamine drains might be your phone. There’s evidence that the electromagnetic radiation emitted from cell phones disrupts levels of dopamine along with serotonin and norepinephrine, a dual-purpose stress hormone / neurotransmitter that helps you respond to stressful situations. https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/23852905/

Increased dopamine is the result of one or more of the following:

more dopamine is being made

dopamine breakdown is slowing down

more dopamine is being recirculated

more dopamine receptors are being created

existing dopamine receptors are working better

Dopamine consumed in food doesn’t cross the blood-brain barrier. If you want to elevate your dopamine level with food, you’ll need to take advantage of a workaround. Dopamine is made from the amino acid l-tyrosine which is commonly found in protein-rich foods. Eating a diet high in l-tyrosine can help ensure that you’ve got the basic building blocks needed for dopamine synthesis.

Here’s a list of foods and spices known to contain l-tyrosine or that increase dopamine via other mechanisms:

animal products (meat, poultry, fish, eggs, dairy)

apples

avocados

bananas

beans (legumes)

beets

chocolate

green leafy vegetables

nuts

oats

olive oil

oregano

peanuts

rosemary

sea vegetables

sesame and pumpkin seeds

soy products

turmeric

watermelon

wheat

Fava beans, also called broad beans, are one of the few foods that contain l-dopa, an amino acid that’s a direct precursor to dopamine. Unlike dopamine, l-dopa can cross the protective blood-brain barrier, making it the current standard treatment for Parkinson’s disease.

Foods high in natural probiotics such as yogurt, kefir, and raw sauerkraut may increase natural dopamine production.

Surprisingly, 50% of your dopamine is found in your intestines where it is synthesized by gut microbes. So far, there’s evidence that dopamine can be synthesized by gut microbes of the Bacillus, Escherichia, and Serratia genera and by the species Lactobacillus plantarum.

The health of your intestinal flora impacts your production of dopamine. An overabundance of bad bacteria leaves toxic byproducts called lipopolysaccharides which can destroy cells that make dopamine.

Caffeine makes you feel more awake and alert, in part, by stimulating the release of dopamine and increasing the availability of dopamine receptors.

But caffeine isn’t the only compound that enhances dopamine. L-theanine is an amino acid found uniquely in teas of all kinds including black, white, oolong, and green tea. Unlike caffeine, l-theanine induces a state of relaxation. It readily crosses the blood-brain barrier to increase brain levels of dopamine, serotonin, and GABA, the neurotransmitter of relaxation. L-theanine is also available as a supplement.

To increase dopamine, there are some foods you should avoid. Consuming large amounts of saturated fat, the kind found in animal fat and palm oil, decreases dopamine receptor sensitivity. Sugar consumption has been found to boost dopamine, but this is a temporary, unhealthy boost that is more drug-like than food-like and ultimately contributes to deficiency. And don’t reach for artificial sweeteners instead. Aspartame decreases brain levels of both dopamine and serotonin. And food restriction increases the number of dopamine receptors. https://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2007/10/071025091036.htm

Here’s a look at some of the best supplements for raising dopamine levels naturally:

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L-Tyrosine. This amino acid is the precursor to dopamine. Tyrosine is actively transported across the blood-brain barrier and ultimately is converted into dopamine. If you don’t get enough l-tyrosine in your diet, or your body doesn’t properly convert it, you won’t be able to synthesize adequate amounts of dopamine. Stress, exhaustion, and illness can increase your need for l-tyrosine. An additional benefit of tyrosine is that it excels at increasing resilience to extreme stress.

Mucuna pruriens is a tropical legume that contains l-dopa, the dopamine precursor. Mucuna supplements are sold to enhance mood, memory, overall brain health, anti-aging, and libido. This herb has been found to work even better than levodopa medications for Parkinson’s disease, which is characterized by low dopamine levels.

Curcumin is the main active ingredient in the spice turmeric. It readily crosses the blood-brain barrier to raise brain levels of dopamine. Curcumin is not readily absorbed on its own, so look for a curcumin supplement that contains piperine, a compound found in black pepper that increases curcumin absorption by an impressive 2,000%.

Ginkgo biloba has been used for over 1,000 years to treat circulatory problems, asthma, vertigo, fatigue, tinnitus, and a variety of brain-related problems such as poor concentration, memory problems, headaches, mental confusion, depression, and anxiety. One of the ways ginkgo provides many of these benefits is by improving dopamine transmission in the prefrontal cortex, the region of the brain responsible for language, thinking, decision making, and planning.

There are numerous other supplements that increase dopamine, including SAM-e, bacopa, Arctic root, ginseng, kava, citicoline, phosphatidylserine, and resveratrol.

Make sure you are getting adequate amounts of these, either from your diet or in the form of supplements:

vitamins B6, B9, B12

vitamin D

magnesium

iron

omega-3 essential fatty acids

Physical exercise is one of the best things you can do for your brain. It boosts production of new brain cells, slows down brain cell aging, and improves the flow of nutrients to the brain. It can also increase your levels of dopamine, serotonin, and norepinephrine. It raises baseline levels of dopamine by promoting the growth of new receptors.

But you don’t need to exercise strenuously to boost your brain in this way. In fact, doing so may be counterproductive. Researchers found that 30 minutes of running on a treadmill did not result in an increase in dopamine, but one of hour of yoga did. Taking walks, or doing gentle, no-impact exercises like yoga, tai chi, or qigong all provide powerful mind-body benefits. Simply standing up frequently during the day can counteract the dopamine-draining effects of prolonged sitting.

If you can do your exercise outdoors, that’s even better. Sunlight increases the number of dopamine receptors and creates vitamin D which activates the genes that release dopamine.

Meditation builds a healthier, more resilient brain via various processes:

balances brain chemicals, including dopamine

builds stronger neural connections

calms brain inflammation

enhances brain plasticity

increases blood flow to the brain

reduces stress hormones

One study found that a regular meditation practice can increase dopamine levels by as much as 65%!

Other options, gone into with more info:

Music

Touch

Social interaction

Cold shower / cold blast (Taking a shower with 14°C/57°F water can increase dopamine substantially, up to 250%.)

“Enjoy the quest” You can engage in quest-oriented hobbies like geocaching, genealogy, bird watching, and collecting of all kinds.

Getting adequate sleep is one of the most important things you can do for your brain health and performance. Research has found that dopamine plays a bigger role in sleep regulation than previously believed. It controls the production of the sleep hormone melatonin. Lack of sleep may reduce the number of dopamine receptors. Even one night of sleep deprivation results in the downregulation of dopamine receptors

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Ecos del Alba en Tinieblas: Una Selección de Poemas en Español y en Traducción - Lecturas de Poesia del Autor (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/911685648-ecos-del-alba-en-tinieblas-una-selecci%C3%B3n-de-poemas?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=VictorDLopez&wp_originator=tiWUYFrpaPVtiAWMpicSuqpUMbcIOBnvRkuf2R1WlVdB6Kp9gY5BXq1TwRicuGSfdCXGWxVswNNjbi6h7Tg5daAFMzIYQPuqLQSuH1Crp%2BUAi9uoN5VgYVLiuQx5U5Z7 Estoy en proceso de crear un libro de mi poesía en español y en traducción. Desde que se publicó mi primer libro de poemas hace casi nueve años (Of Pain and Ecstasy: Collected Poems) he escrito más de 200 poemas, recientemente muchos en español y también he comenzado a traducir algunos de mis poemas nuevos y antiguos. Tengo la intención de publicar un nuevo libro de poesía con esta portada y título cuando mi agenda de investigación me permita dedicar tiempo al proyecto. También se publicará un nuevo libro de poemas en inglés con una portada idéntica, espero que dentro del próximo año más o menos. Aquí ofrezco un breve muestreo de mis nuevos poemas en español y en traducción.

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Saint of the Day – 15 October – St Teresa of Jesus/of Avila (1515-1582) Virgin, Mystic, Ecstatic, Reformer, Apostle of Prayer, Writer, Doctor of the Church.    Born Teresa Sanchez Cepeda Davila y Ahumada  at Avila, Old Castile, 28 March 1515 –  died at Alba de Tormes, 4 October 1582 of natural causes in the arms of her secretary and close friend Blessed Anne of Saint Bartholomew.  Her relics are preserved at Alba – her heart shows signs of Transverberation (piercing of the heart), and is displayed, too.   Her Body is incorrupt.  Patronages: • sick people; against bodily ills or sickness • against headaches • against the death of parents • lace makers or lace workers • people in need of grace • people in religious orders • people ridiculed for their piety • World Youth Day 2011 • Amos, Canada, diocese of • Avellaneda-Lanús, Argentina, diocese of • Berzano di Tortona, Italy • Pozega, Croatia • Spain.   Attributes –   Habit of the Discalced Carmelites, Book and Quill, arrow-pierced heart.   St Teresa was Beatified on 24 April 1614 by Pope Paul V and Canonised on 12 March 1622, only forty years after her death, by Pope Gregory XV.   Tradition associate Saint Teresa with the Infant Jesus of Prague with claims of former ownership and devotion.   On 27 September 1970 St Teresa, was named a Doctor of the Church by Pope Paul VI.   Her books, which include her autobiography (The Life of Teresa of Jesus) and her seminal work El Castillo Interior (trans.: The Interior Castle), are an integral part of Spanish Renaissance literature as well as Christian mysticism and Christian meditation practices.   She also wrote Camino de Perfección (trans.: The Way of Perfection).

The third child of Don Alonso Sanchez de Cepeda by his second wife, Doña Beatriz Davila y Ahumada, who died when the Teresa was in her fourteenth year, Teresa was brought up by her saintly father, a lover of serious books and a tender and pious mother.   After her death and the marriage of her eldest sister, Teresa was sent for her to the Augustinian nuns at Avila but owing to illness she left at the end of eighteen months and for some years remained with her father and occasionally with other relatives, notably an uncle who made her acquainted with the Letters of St Jerome, which determined her to adopt the religious life, not so much through any attraction towards it, as through a desire of choosing the safest course.   Unable to obtain her father’s consent she left his house unknown to him to enter the Carmelite Convent of the Incarnation at Avila, which then counted 140 nuns.   The wrench from her family caused her a pain which she ever afterwards compared to that of death. However, her father at once yielded and Teresa took the habit.

Teresa lived in an age of exploration as well as political, social and religious upheaval.   It was the 16th century, a time of turmoil and reform.   She was born before the Protestant Reformation and died almost 20 years after the closing of the Council of Trent.

The gift of God to Teresa in and through which she became holy and left her mark on the Church and the world is threefold:   she was a woman;   she was a contemplative;   she was an active reformer.

As a woman, Teresa stood on her own two feet, even in the man’s world of her time.   She was “her own woman,” entering the Carmelites despite strong opposition from her father.   She is a person wrapped not so much in silence as in mystery.   Beautiful, talented, outgoing, adaptable, affectionate, courageous, enthusiastic, she was totally human.   Like Jesus, she was a mystery of paradoxes:  wise, yet practical;  intelligent, yet much in tune with her experience;  a mystic, yet an energetic reformer;  a holy woman, a womanly woman.

On St Peter’s Day in 1559, Teresa became firmly convinced that Jesus Christ presented Himself to her in bodily form, though invisible.   These visions lasted almost uninterrupted for more than two years.   In another vision, a seraph drove the fiery point of a golden lance repeatedly through her heart, causing an ineffable spiritual-bodily pain.

I saw in his hand a long spear of gold and at the point there seemed to be a little fire.   He appeared to me to be thrusting it at times into my heart and to pierce my very entrails;   when he drew it out, he seemed to draw them out also and to leave me all on fire with a great love of God.   The pain was so great, that it made me moan;  and yet so surpassing was the sweetness of this excessive pain, that I could not wish to be rid of it…

This vision was the inspiration for one of Bernini’s most famous works, the Ecstasy of Saint Teresa at Santa Maria della Vittoria in Rome.

The memory of this episode served as an inspiration throughout the rest of her life and motivated her lifelong imitation of the life and suffering of Jesus, epitomised in the motto usually associated with her:  Lord, either let me suffer or let me die.

Teresa was a woman “for God,” a woman of prayer, discipline and compassion.   Her heart belonged to God.   Her ongoing conversion was an arduous lifelong struggle, involving ongoing purification and suffering.   She was misunderstood, misjudged and opposed in her efforts at reform.   Yet she struggled on, courageous and faithful;  she struggled with her own mediocrity, her illness, her opposition.   And in the midst of all this she clung to God in life and in prayer.   Her writings on prayer and contemplation are drawn from her experience:  powerful, practical and graceful.   She was a woman of prayer;  a woman for God.

Teresa was a woman “for others.”   Though a contemplative, she spent much of her time and energy seeking to reform herself and the Carmelites, to lead them back to the full observance of the primitive Rule.   She founded over a half-dozen new monasteries.   She traveled, wrote, fought—always to renew, to reform.   In her self, in her prayer, in her life, in her efforts to reform, in all the people she touched, she was a woman for others, a woman who inspired and gave life.

Her final illness overtook her on one of her journeys from Burgos to Alba de Tormes.   She died in 1582, just as Catholic nations were making the switch from the Julian to the Gregorian calendar, which required the removal of 5–14 October from the calendar.   She died either before midnight of 4 October or early in the morning of 15 October which is celebrated as her feast day.   Her last words were:  “My Lord, it is time to move on. Well then, may your will be done. O my Lord and my Spouse, the hour that I have longed for has come.  It is time to meet one another.”

Her writings, especially the Way of Perfection and The Interior Castle, have helped generations of believers.   She and St Catherine of Siena were the first women so honoured as Doctors of the Church.

Interesting fact – her Spiritual Director was St Francis Borgia whose Feast Day we celebrated on 10 October.

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