My boy thinks way too much~. He's always working so hard and getting himself so stressed out.
I think that's why I keep waking up from dreams about fucking him until he can't think anymore. He doesn't *need* to think, he just needs to lay there and let me treat him right, edging him over and over because it's the quickest way to turn his brain off. I'll let him know that no matter what, he's my good boy. I'll lick at his cunt like it's my job. I'll do everything I know he likes, make him whimper for me. Then maybe I'll let him come if I think he's relaxed enough. And if I don't? He'll just have to wait until tomorrow~.
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"I never saw you wear colours, so I thought giving you some was a good idea!"
They said after putting a flower crown of my head while I was laying on the grass. It's true that I was devoided of colours... While they harboured them as vivid as their own demanor.
We were young back then, watching worlds rise and fall while staying in this garden... They knew when one was created and thriving, I knew when one was forgotten and destroyed.
We both talked about those stories in those worlds and wondered... Could we ever live stories as well?
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Fucking around with my As Above deck from Barbara Moore's "The Book of Shadows Tarot" series and I don't think Barbara Moore was paying attention to the implications of her work, but she kind of implied through her renamed Elemental-Maiden-Mother-Crone court cards that Elementals (sylphs, gnomes, salamanders, and undines) grow into wholeass humans.
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NanamoWriMo 2022 - Prompt #3 - Temper
The Glittering City of Ul’dah
The Nameless Bakery
Early Morning
Tell me sooth. You ceased instruction. Why?
A child burned the rolls.
It was to be expected. The child had only begun to receive Edelstein’s tutelage - not in the way of the Fist, as all supplicants desire - but in the Hand of Creation. It was a lesson in patience.
Too much patience, though, and the moment would be lost. As it was with rolls, so it would be in life. Patience would be tempered in the student as iron in the forge awaiting its transmutation into the strongest of steel. Once secure, one could move to other lessons.
Perhaps the exercises to look beyond pain as the body heals, Edelstein reflected as the child hissed, shaking a hand upon the discovery that fire, indeed, was hot.
“Hm.” The baker reached for the tray that his student had attempted to retrieve and plucked it without effort from the oven. Thirteen rolls lie upon the surface, blackened from excess heat yet not charred beyond salvage. “You were too late.”
Edelstein held his temper through years upon years of training. His student, bereft of such experience, did not.
“Why am I even here?!” A foot stamped against stone, arms crossed. A stare, dejected in nature, directed not at a baker but the cooling stones that once held the promise of a crust that would crackle, a crumb that would yield, and a flavor that would satisfy an appetite. “Why don’t you just turn me into the guards?”
“You thought to take bread,” the baker replied as he transferred the attempt from the tray to a cool stone counter. “I would have you replace it.”
“Well there it is!” The student stamped a foot. “Thirteen rolls for a loaf of wet bread.”
Edelstein held up one of the thirteen rolls to inspect, then placed it in the student’s hand.
“These are yours,” he said, “And you may do with them as you will. I do not accept them.” Without waiting for a response, he turned to the rear entrance of the bakery.
“You may leave if you wish with your rolls, or you may follow me to the practice area. I would show you something.”
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My solution for bloatware is this: by law you should hire in every programming team someone who is Like, A Guy who has a crappy laptop with 4GB and an integrated graphics card, no scratch that, 2 GB of RAM, and a rural internet connection. And every time someone in your team proposes to add shit like NPCs with visible pores or ray tracing or all the bloatware that Windows, Adobe, etc. are doing now, they have to come back and try your project in the Guy's laptop and answer to him. He is allowed to insult you and humilliate you if it doesn't work in his laptop, and you should by law apologize and optimize it for him. If you try to put any kind of DRM or permanent internet connection, he is legally allowed to shoot you.
With about 5 or 10 years of that, we will fix the world.
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Do you have any coworkers you do or don’t get along with particularly well, Bonnie?
"HA! Yeah my pitch LOAF. All that head and it's filled with violence. She's an egg head but no one piledrives me like she does! She's great on the stage tho even if she us built like hard boiled egg."
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