dbf!joel holding you in front of a mirror with your legs perched on his thick thighs, his hands ghosting over your panties while he has you whining for more. "What would your poor daddy think, seeing his little girl on his best friend's lap acting like such a whore?" He whispers in your ear, his stubble tickling your jawline and neck. You suck in a breath, turning your head away from the mirror.
Joel tuts, his forefinger and thumb catching your chin in a tight grasp and forcing you to look at yourself as his other hand dips under the waistband of your underwear. "Look at you, already so wet for me. How long have you wanted this, sweetheart?" His southern drawl bites at your consciousness, urging you to speak. But all that comes out, you find as his middle finger circles your clit, are strangled versions of a sentance you can't put together in your head. He laughs bitterly at your meek whimpers and you're too embarassed to try to speak again. "You're going to have to speak up, doll. I've barely even started, and we've got all night."
dbf!joel who's so mean to you in the bedroom. absolutely devouring you, licking and biting every gorgeous inch of you, and then when you’re spent, when you can’t handle the teasing anymore, he'll wring one more pretty, needy, climax out of your exhausted body. But once you hit the streets, that sweet southern hospitality y'all know of starts shining bright. His hand on your back, rubbing the small of it and tracing over some of the bruises and hickeys he gave you the night before while talking sweet to the barista behind the counter.
Little does that poor girl know he had you bent over his lap not even hours before, slapping your pretty little ass raw for wanting to wear something so slutty outside. He let you wear it, of course, he wouldn't be a gentleman if he didn't. He made sure he bruised your thighs so everyone knows who you belong to.
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Why have we as a society decided that it is perfectly alright to find and dig up the dead bodies of Ancient Egyptians, simply because its interesting.
Now I think that Ancient Egypt is interesting, infact, I have previously taken interest in the Ancient Egyptians beliefs, why they were buried the way they were, how they lived ect.
HOWEVER
I recently went to a museum as they had an Ancient Egypt exhibit, I enjoyed my experience but walked away with a dilemma. My dilemma had begun from about half way through exhibit, 2 entire rooms of the exhibit, filled with empty outter coffins, empty inner coffins and mummified human remains.
Why does anyone think it is alright to dig up dead bodies, take them from their tombs and leave their wrapped up dead bodies on display for anyone to see.
These were people, walking, talking, breathing human beings. They worked, the loved, they ate, they drank, hell they even wore makeup.
I don't think that many people would want their dead body to be placed in a museum after being dug up in an excavation.
These people have been separated from the things left in their coffins, such as prayers and heart scarabs, to protect them in the after life, their organs separated from them. Their bodies having been scanned to see what is beneath the wrappings.
One such mummy that I saw, was that of a girl, a mere 16 year old girl, who passed from disease. I stood there for a second, staring at the wrappings of her body through the glass, an unnamed, unknown girl. I tried to imagine how she would feel finding out that her body was on display, that anyone could see the her wrappings, her body not far beneath.
On the opposite side of the room, on a stand under glass was a scarab, taken from beneath wrappings, taken from the body of a person who likely believed that it could protect them in the afterlife.
On top of all of this. Many people around me were taking photos of the mummies. There is only one arguement that I have heard to "justify" taking pictures.
"Well history needs to be remembered"
History can be remembered without having to take apart someones grave, History can be remembered without having to put someones body on display, History can be remembered and taught about without disrespecting dead people.
I wish to hear what others think about about this topic.
SO
I will attach some pictures I took, no images of mummifued remains will be shown as I did not take any. However grainy filters have been added as my reflection is in many of them and I prefer to not expose my real face online.
The pictures consist of:
Organ Jars
A portrait of a man
Inner coffins (the smaller ones)
Outter coffins (the bigger ones)
A Heart scarab
A page from the book of the dead
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Meet my very cool and totally very original AU (the clothes are not final though, I can never get to design them properly)
Narinder and the Lamb (which I tend to call Baabaa) have lived together for N years, worked through a lot of their traumas, started dating, then proceeded to have 3 children - Belomor, Vlastislava and Buyana.
Little did they know, Baabaa was going to encounter ??? and get the chance to revive Narinder’s siblings and kits!!! That’s when it turns from exhausting but chill enough parenting to uncontrolled chaos.
Very cool AU, surely never seen before, like and subscribe for sketches of the kids... I guess?
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Im so done with twitter and braindead people
If i had nickel for everytime someone says stop forcing gay agenda I would have many nickels
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