#finger stall

[theancientwayoflife]

~ Finger stall.

Period: New Kingdom, Dynasty 18; reign of Thutmose III

Date: ca. 1479–1425 B.C.

Place of origin: Egypt, Upper Egypt, Thebes, Wadi Gabbanat el-Qurud, Wadi D, Tomb of the Three Foreign Wives of Thutmose III

Medium: Gold

#ancient #ancient art #history #museum #archeology #ancient egypt #ancient sculpture #ancient history #archaeology #egyptology #egyptian #egypt #finger stall #finger #18th dynasty #new kingdom #thutmose iii #thebes #ca. 1479 b.c. #ca. 1425 b.c. #gold

[demenior]

nothing is funnier to me than the shell-shocked silence of the table as brennan closes the 3rd episode of calamity

#exu calamity #critical role #literally like take a screenshot of that and its like #oh THATS what despair looks like #like its SOOOO funny i burst out laughing every time i see it #they don't even go into yelling at each other or about the very intense thing just happening #like i fully expected them to yell and point fingers over whos to blame for the situation #but instead brennan is just :) #while everyone else stalls out in the despair section of the stages of grief

[tracle0]

More pride stars...

#pride #pride stars #rainbow #rainbow stars #origami #origami stars #rainbow origami #pride origami #ahsifuojafd #I've been. Losing my mind making these #losing my mind!!!!!!!! #my uni has a student christmas market soon and I got a stall selling these #which means I spent a lot of November folding and sewing them together #I also have long actual pride stars in like. pan bi ace aro trans nb rainbow wooo #and long garlands #fingers crossed they. Sell! #trade-marked

[pochapal]

literally feeling like this rn

#:) #ibuprofen did not save me.........i'm not as bad as i could be but i'm not great #gonna make the executive decision to take a raincheck on umineko. i could probably force myself but i wanna give it my all #and i don't have that in me rn. i promise though that literally the very first day i feel well enough i am going to liveblog #fingers crossed that it'll be no more than a couple days from now!! #yet again beatrice gets me with her disease magic stalling my ability to rotate her illusions in my mind............oughhhhh beatrice......

[lesbian-moon]

I love the women’s restroom at lesbian bars bc it’s the same vibe as any drunk bar women’s bathroom but all the compliments have a distinctly sexual undertone

#‘you’re so pretty btw’ can I finger you in this stall pleasSORRYYYYYYYYT

[chirpsythismorning]

☎️🎲 🤼‍♂️ ✈️🚪 ➡️ 🫀🎮⌛️

Slipping Through My Fingers by ABBA

previous ⏮️ now playing ⏭️ next back to playlist

#platonic elmike #stranger things #bizarre love triangle playlist #mike wheeler #mike's pov #mike is still a hard nut to crack for me... #this scene in particular i'm still not certain about #i do think it was riddled with his very consistent tactic of stalling #but he's also of course relieved to hear el say she missed him #perhaps this is him thinking "oh thank god she doesn't hate me' #while also having to accept in real time that will was perhaps right that el still needs him... but is he up for the task of el's bf?... #and so he's sort of trying to work out how he can finally just do this to do right by el #which comes with the fear that he is indeed going to lose her when it all comes crashing down inevitably like it already has and is #either way i think he's contending with the fact that losing el may be inevitable #that's why he's having such a hard time lying to her in the first place #bc he knows lies lead to the truth eventually being revealed #and so he just feels her slipping through his fingers no matter what he does #he imagined this future with her (and will) where they stayed connected to each other no matter what #but mike's scared that future won't be possible once all is revealved #i think will's whole speech in the van has mike even more conflicted #bc his feelings for will are very strong at this point #and so even if he believes that this is truly how el feels as of now... #he also probably knows deep deep down that he wishes (still hopes) it was will's feelings #which makes going through with this even harder #not to mention all the parallels between mike and hopper ('not hopper...not mike... you!') #these two male figures in el's life who rescued her from a horrible situation are having a hard time coming to terms with her growing up #like yes she's growing and 'slipping through your fingers' but that's okay! #you don't have to lose her forever just because she doesn't have to rely on you anymore! #4x09 #gif

[wilmonfc]

I am slut for 99 masala dosa

#it is a road side stall where they sell 99 varieties of dosa #like paneer masala dosa pav bhaji masala hakka noodles masala dosa #they taste really good with their coconut chutney #i want to take one of my mutuals and beleive me you will eat ur fingers

[brad-bakshi-loves-bugs]

after four months chapter 18 of we are fleeting, we are feeling is FINALLY out! please please please read the tw in the notes before proceeding, as this one's pretty heavy! 

#mythic quest #we are fleeting we are feeling #wafwaf #wafwaf update #fanfiction #ao3 #i hate this chapter so so much it's why i struggled so much with writing it #i literally rewrote it like three times LOL #but if i didnt upload it regardless i would have spent the rest of my life picking it apart and stalling finishing it so here it is #fingers crossed there will never be another chapter that i hate like this LMAO #BUT ANYWAY hi yes im back and will hopefully be uploading much more often now that im back

[sukugo]

i had a fun makigo dream today :D

#it wasn't specifically a makigo dream. but that's the only part i remember properly agdjfhf #basically. maki fucks gojo in a bathroom stall #at first it starts with maki finger fucking gojo and then it does end in actual fucking #fsdjhfds so the thing was that gojo wants to get railed but maki's like. i dont have a strap on with me #but satoru (forever and always prepared to get pounded) just pulls one out of nowhere like 'here! :)' #and maki just stares and goes '.........u really are hopeless' #so yes in the end she destroys the gojussy god bless 🙌 #and oh maki was super rough the entire stall was shaking it was very sexy #jjk #makigo #ns4w #someone else fucks gojo too but i dont remeber who 😔

[absoloutenonsense]

sunday snippet ☀⛈

It’s been, uh, a while... but thank you to @disgruntledkittenface and @crinkle-eyed-boo for tagging me to share a snippet! From (almost) exes to lovers, where everything is starting to get very plot-heavy in a kind of dark way. For context, Harry’s been kidnapped and it may or may not be connected to a case Louis is working on.

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When Harry opens his eyes, he sees nothing. Blinking several times, he takes a shaky breath and tries again, but to no avail. He feels material over his face, covering his eyes. 

The last thing he remembers is… yes, he was leaving the panadería. He got pastries and coffee. He left early, and Louis was still asleep. He left his phone behind. Someone shouted at him, or to him… or maybe just near him. Then nothing. Harry blinks again, feeling the way his eyelashes brush against whatever is on his face. A blindfold, his brain finally supplies. He inhales slowly, unevenly, and tries to think.

He winces as he finally acknowledges the thumping pain on the back of his head, and the stiffness of his shoulders. 

Deep breaths, he reminds himself. He hears Louis’ voice in his head: Don’t panic. Panicking makes you lose control. Stay in control, deep breaths, notice everything around you. 

He’s sitting upright against something. A wall maybe. It’s cold against his back. He has no idea what that means. 

When he tries to adjust his position, he feels a tugging at his neck, choking him. He leans back again immediately. 

Flexing his arms, he finds them stiff and tied together at his wrists in front of him. When he goes to move his arms up, his knees get tugged on too, then he feels a sharpness against his ankles and he can’t pull anymore. His ankles are tied down to something. Fuck. 

He takes another deep breath.

God, he used to think it was dumb —endearing, but dumb— when Louis wanted to take him through these exercises. On more than one occasion, he asked who Louis thought was going to kidnap him. His husband always said that he didn’t think someone would, but it never hurt to be prepared. 

He takes another deep breath. When he lets it out, it’s shaky. He makes himself inhale slowly again, counting to seven, then exhaling as he counts to twelve. 

Relax, baby, Louis’ voice says in his head. What can you hear?

Hushed conversations, too far away for him to hear what’s being said. Higher pitched voices, he thinks. Beyond that, there’s the light melody. Music of some kind, but he can’t pick out what it is because he can’t hear the words. 

What do you feel?

He moves his hands to his left side, pressing against whatever’s beneath him. Material, soft. When he presses harder, he feels cold hardness, like stone. His hands can’t reach the wall behind him, so he turns his cheek and very carefully rubs. Also something like stone, but smooth. Possibly concrete. 

What do you smell?

Dampness. Something metallic. Maybe copper. Sharpness. A hint of lemon… cleaning products. Strangely enough, something floral and sweet… most likely perfume.

Where are you?

A basement, probably. A basement of… a department store? It’s the only thing he can think of that would have metal things, perfume, and cleaning supplies in the same place. 

Why are you here?

He doesn’t know. He can’t even patch together a reason in his mind.

Maybe this is a ransom situation — someone kidnapped him and is going to blackmail… Louis? The radio station? He and Louis live comfortably enough, but their savings are modest, and it’s not like they own anything worthwhile.

Harry pauses as he thinks. Louis. Something to do with his work? What would they want with Harry, though?

Whatever it is, he needs to try and get out of here. He hopes someone —preferably not the people who kidnapped him— is there and can help. 

“Hello?” he says. His voice cracks. He clears his throat, then tries again. It comes out a little clearer the second time. “Hello? Is anyone there?”

There’s some more whispering now and some shuffling. It’s moving away from him. 

“Hello? Wait, please. Help me?”

There’s silence, then footsteps coming closer to him. Maybe someone who didn’t know he was here, someone finding him that’ll be able to get him out of these binds. His heart beats faster at the thought of it. 

Louder he says, “Over here! Please help me!”

More footsteps just in front of him now and Harry can’t help but get his hopes up. 

“Casey, don’t!” he hears. The voice sounds like it belongs to a girl, really young from the pitch of it. 

Immediately after the girl speaks, he feels blunt pressure against his thigh. He yelps out in pain, instinctively moving himself backwards away from it however he can. The next kick lands against his hip, then a few times against his abdomen, sending searing pain throughout his body from those points.

Harry braces himself for more, but they don’t come. 

A different girl, also sounding very young and like she’s right next to him, says, “That’s for thinking you can fuck with us.”

What? Harry has no idea what she’s talking about, but he can’t help but tense at the sound of her voice, seething with hatred and so much anger. She sounds too young to have so much anger in her. 

Footsteps fade as they walk away from him. Harry blinks several times under his blindfold and pained tears seep into the fabric. What’s he supposed to do now?

Tagging you two back, and @lululawrence @uhoh-but-yeah-alright @indiaalphawhiskey @homosociallyyours @kingsofeverything to share something if you’d like! 

#(almost) exes to lovers #i keep stalling myself at this point #because i know what happens next but i feel like i keep doing it the wrong way #the solution to that of course is just to do it the wrong way and fix it later #but that's a tough pill to swallow!!! #i'm also moving this week so i'm very much trying to keep stress levels manageable #hopefully in July I'll get some good movement on it (and/or au pair au which I've written more for this month) #fingers crossed!

[persimminwrites]

filled with that sense of dread and fear that i can't write anymore just bc life got in the way and i haven't been able to write for two weeks which just sucks bc im so excited and invested in what im currently working on but the last couple of times i sat down to write nothing happened

#like please fingers please brain lemme write #i hate when my schedule is interrupted like this bc it takes me forever to get back into daily writing #im just stalled rn and i hATE IT #min says

[readymades2002]

i have pushed myself really hard in terms of art and in terms of working with other people and im very proud of myself. also i never want to push myself to do anything hard ever again ever

#thats a lie. i have found it very fulfilling to work to improve even if being in Crisis Mode the last few months has stalled that #i dont know if...hm. i still dont think i like how my art looks next to others' art especially if they know what theyre doing #i think its still very clear im kind of. all over the place in terms of what i do (i dont really know what my art looks like #but it never looks consistent to me </3) but on its own i do often just like looking at it and knowing i made it. im proud of that. #i think...i dont have the confidence to work with other people and not completely melt down yet but maybe i will one day. i hope so #and anyway despite that ive been working with others anyway! as stressful as its been and as embarrassed as i am of my work #i also think that on its own outside of context its something new for me and it doesnt look like anyone elses but it looks good for what it #well. it looks okay for what it is <3 it could be better. but i was able to get to that point once and i feel like #fairly sure that if i work hard ill be able to do more and do it better in a years time. #its a nice thought. fingers crossed i guess! #anyway my god this has been what ive been eating sleeping and breathing since august at this point so i am ready to lie down #(lie)(lying)(person who is immediately going to work on video editing)(person who is immediately making lists of things to draw)

[blabberingabout]

all these little kisses and smiles and this playfulness and doing things you didn't like before but now that you love a person you find yourself doing them just for that person-

it just fills my heart with so much love and joy.

at the same time it makes me feel cautious because if things are going too well in a bl that usually means a problem is on the way, running towards my beloved ship.

#what do you mean that's because of my trust issues it has nothing to do with it #i have proof *points at Thai/Taiwanese bl* #i have a very good idiom in my language #if you translate it literally it means to put one finger worth of honey in one's mouth #which actually means to give someone sweet words/things but actually you are just stalling them/preparing them for something worse #summarises my feelings exactly #ep 10 #my tooth your love #spoilers

[mistergreatbones]

I am graduating in two weeks I will not engage in discourse. I am graduating in two week I need to focus on finals. My degrees will worth more than being right online. I will not engage in discourse. I will not engage. I will not.

But I want to 😟

#there i so much negativity in my heart and so many hot takes upon my screen #can I not help myself? can a man not see ragebait and turn away? #nay. for I am far too opinionated on these matters which matter nought #why can the energy to argue which flows to me so free not be taken and used productively? #for what reasons do I stall upon this hellsite #knowing surely I will find far greater happiness were i to procrastinate in any other way #if I must dilly dally (a task I have no time for already) why do I do it here #televisión novels comics #croquet and watercolor #fanfiction online shopping #so many better ways to spend my anxious days #i could wait for 11:59 every day simply staring at the wall #yet I come on here with capslock engaged #hardly a glance to my waiting work #will it be worth it to fail? #tell my mother and my father that if I have nothing ti show of my life #at least I can say on the internet I was right #leo says shit #vent #finals #i hope you know that I wasn’t gonna add any tags this was just supposed to be a throw away vent #i typed the first line as a gag and then my fingers didn’t stop #guuuuuuuys i don’t wanna woooooooooork #and i don’t want to engage in discourse cuz it doesn’t matter and only serves to gets me riled up #but also i am an Opinionated Individual #sigh

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

“Too fucked out to reply, sweetheart?” Simon teased, nipping at the skin at the base of your throat. “Nothin’ else you want to yell at me for?”

You let out a groan in reply, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you held onto Simon’s shoulders for dear life as he fucked up into you. “F-fuck you, Si.”

“I’m trying, love.” Simon nipped again at your throat, eliciting a yelp from you. “You come home all mad from your bad day, and take it out on me, huh? What did I do to deserve the attitude, sweet girl?”

“N-Nothing!” You panted breathlessly as Simon continued to ruthlessly pound into you, his cock hitting spots within you that you didn’t even know existed.

“That right?” Simon threw you a smirk, before stalling his hips completely, his cock resting motionless inside of you. “You just needed someone to take your bad mood out on?”

“‘M sorry, Simon.” You moaned, squirming underneath your boyfriend in hopes he’ll start moving again. “Please.”

“Nuh uh, you’ve been bratty. You want to be fucked? You gotta do the work yourself.” Simon flipped the two of you over, smirking as you now sat perched on top of him. “Go on then, use my cock to make you feel better.”

You pursed your lips together in frustration, your nails digging into Simon’s chest as you lifted yourself off his length, before sinking yourself back down onto it. The stretch of him inside of you never failed to make your mouth water. “Oh my god, Simon.”

Your nails began to leave crescents across your lovers chest, marks Simon would be sure to flaunt later. You set a steady pace, the only thing mattering in that moment being your inevitable orgasm.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl.” Simon praised, his eyes locked onto the divine sight of you fucking yourself on his cock. “Keep using me, go on. Make yourself cum.”

As Simon’s fingers squeezed at your hips, and his low grunts and groans filled the room you felt yourself growing closer to your high. His cock was sinking deep within you, causing your mind to run blank.

And with Simon’s sweet praises falling from his lips as you came undone on top of him, the entirety of your shitty day was long forgotten.

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A/N: excuse the double post- been in a bit of a writing frenzy.

Planning on taking a break for a little while soon, wanted to thank everyone again for the support💕

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley imagine #simon riley x reader #cod imagine #mw2 imagine #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #female reader

[sweetnothingtm]

♡ i imagine that Simon Riley is the type to spoil you rotten ♡

Simon doesn’t check his bank statements anymore - just hands you his card and plants a sloppy kiss on your smiling face.

Simon carries all your shopping bags without hesitation, even while you drain him of his worth. He scrolls his phone while you shop aimlessly, his eyes lazily dragging to your frame as you showcase what you want while he waves a hand at you.

yes - anything you want. yes - i mean it, sweetheart.

He follows you like a lost dog through the stores, practically begging for your attention as you wiggle your ass into a million different outfits.

I bet he takes you to all the lingerie stores. It’s his favorite part of the day, squeezed into a changing room as you strip in front of him. He always has a devious smirk, latching the stall lock into place as you hang up every scrap of fabric.

You’d twirl around in a tight lace, lip caught between your teeth as Simon palms himself through his jeans. He’d stare at you, eyes glowing with desire as you innocently checked yourself out and hummed.

do you like it? how do i look?

you look good enough to let me fuck you right now. matter of fact - bend over for me, sweetheart.

Simon would press you up against the mirror, dick pressed against your ass with his breath fanning against your neck. His teeth would graze against your skin, little whimpers coming from your lips as you roll your hips.

His fingers would press into your waist, digging into the silk panties with a price tag hanging off of them. $45 - damn expensive for a pair, but he considered you priceless.

When he inevitably ruins the fabric by cumming all over it, you’d have a little pout spread across your face. He’d roll his eyes, promising you another pair and splaying a hand against your ass while his camera clicks for a photo.

you look too fucking good, might just have to fuck you again when we’re home. you’d like that - wouldn’t you little slut?

Simon Riley would shrug his shoulders when the sales person would ask why theres panties in the trash. He’d swipe his card, hardly looking at the bill as he picked up another bag and watched you glow with happiness.

He always buys you dinner, opens every door for you, and slings his jacket around your shoulders. His hand always rests on your thigh when he drives, fingers tracing delicate shapes on your soft skin.

When he looks over to you, you’re already glowing with adoration and love - a twinkle in your eye as he squeezes your leg and hums.

did you like the gifts, princess? i spoil you huh?

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