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heartsforsserafim · 6 months
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thoughts on dom!kkura with sub!chaewon??
thoughts abt my ssamkkura?? well let's see-
tw ; manhandling, bottom!chaewon, crying, choking, overstimulation, incoherent speech, public sex, passing around, jealousy, degrading, sex toys (strap on), teasing
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dom!kkura who ; anytime when chaewon gets bratting and wants to reply back smart to kkura, she grabs the girl and slams her against the wall, whispering in her ear "now we both know where this normally leads so if you don't feel like lying to our staff again, i recommend you stay quiet"
dom!kkura who ; loves her sub so much, always taking care of her, praising her as aftercare like she didn't just destroy her insides. "love making mommy proud" chaewon would say after each session, kkura just cooing to the younger girl
dom!kkura who ; degrades chaewon anytime she'd need guidance, "such a dumb mut aren't you?" she'd say before fucking the girl senseless, watching her struggle to walk around the next day
dom!kkura who ; let's chaewon thinks she's going to get fucked before she straps the girl down and watching while she's teasing the girls breast watching her cunt drip with arousal
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subby!chaewon who ; loves getting kkura all worked up, especially during dance practice knowing the girl can't do anything to her. always flirting with kazuha and yunjin to infuriate the girl,, knowing the punishment that comes along with it.
subby!chaewon who ; loves when kkura gets rough, only getting upset when the girl is edging her, she absolutely LOVESSS riding kkura's strap, listening to the girl whisper sweet words into her ear drives her INSANE.
subby!chaewon who ; loves when being praised, whether it'd be by kkura or the other girls, she just loves it, hoping that she'd be able to get off,, but without kkura she doesn't know what to do
subby!chaewon who ; loves to play around and get kkura mad, on purposely bending over in front of the other girls or touching kazuha's abs to get a rise out of kkura
subby!chaewon who ; loves when kkura passes her around the dorms like some toy, loves it when kkura is fucking her in front of the other members, or when they have a risky quicky
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realityphobia · 2 years
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I think it would be funny if Yor found out Loid was Twilight but she reacts as if he picked up being a spy that very day. Yes he moonlights as a spy but everything he's ever told her is completely true.
Yor is like "how could you become an infamous spy when your wife's dying wish was to send your daughter to eden college and for her to become an honor student!!! That's so irresponsible and so unlike you Loid!!!"
"Oh, so that's why Ania likes Bondman!" "She doesn't know I'm a spy she has nothing to do with this." "It must be in her blood!" "She's adopted."
"So Ania's mother and you weren't married?" "I. No." "You're such a good person, Loid. Even though she was a stranger you still work so hard to honor her dying wish for Ania to become an honor student at Eden College......"
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jiriceks · 6 months
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genuinely couldn't stop giggling at these blue clowns getting 1 shot on goal in 15 minutes and then scoring on their second one. they lulled bob to sleep and scored on him. extremely funny to me. they're playing 5D chess out there.
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mysteriousvoids · 5 months
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on an eight and a half hour car ride come keep me company
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childhoodsickness · 2 years
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Just fun chronically ill things: having to tell professionals you dont have any covid symptoms even though youve been suffering from similar and worse symptoms on the fucking daily for years but no one cares about that and also youre housebound so its incredibly unlikely you have any viral illness
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theseaofmonster · 6 months
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hi! back from the dead to provide a few links to information on the genocide of palestinian citizens.
here is a short article from human rights watch from 2017 on human rights violations being committed by israeli forces.
here is a really great paper from the center for constitutional rights:
more information to come. for the time being, i’m back.
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maybeseveralthings · 7 months
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You ever misread a poll and vote and then immediately realize you voted like a puritan 15 year old and wish to wail and rend your sackcloth garments
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worldestroycr · 2 years
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so. i just met ryan reynolds
i choked on my la croix
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milkygothgf · 4 months
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I want to be corrupted into a total sex obsessed freak sooooo bad. I want to be forced to get horny from literally everything. Stick household objects in me. Make me hump shoes and bags and clothes. Make me finger myself anytime I talk on the phone. Make me rub my pussy juices on all of my things. Make me watch porn at work. Make me always keep an earbud in so I can listen to girls getting fucked streamed 24/7. Keep a dildo in me anytime I use my computer. Make me sexualize every nonsexual thing in my life. I want to be completely perverted.
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heartsforsserafim · 7 months
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omgg I'm loving your thoughts about bbangsz plss give us more thoughts about others idols you're thinking rn 👀
good thing you asked anon cus i'm having thoughts abt ningselle??
tw ; gp!aeri, subby aeri, dom!ning, puppy!ning, whining, crying, overstimulation, humping, being caught, degrading praise, gp!ning, riding
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like gp!loser aeri being so in love with her best friend that her simple scent gets her so hard :(( any night at a sleep over the girl is so hard she'd have to excuse herself to get off
and the thought if ning ever caught her always turned her own even more.. days when ning would leave aeri in her house alone would allow the girl time to hump ning's pillow until she cums :((
ning coming home early finding the girl sprawled on the bed moaning and whimpering her name😵‍💫😵‍💫 ning watching the girl as her own panties became ruined,,
listening to the way aeri moans her name she couldn't help but want to fuck the girl.. once ning was able to touch her though she came so fast:(( ning degraeds the girl saying things like, "and to think you want to fuck me yet you can't even last a second. you'd blow your load before i even get anywhere near close"
the older girl would whimper and try to defend herself but she knows it's the truth..
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oh poor ning being so hard and never knowing how to get it down :(( her best friend aeri being there to help her each time.. giving the girl a hand job, she'd be whimpering and whining the girls name so well aeri decides to just fuck the girl..😵‍💫😵‍💫
wanting to hear her whimper so much she throws her onto the bed and ties her down.. ning whimpering as aeri lowers herself on her cock :(( poor baby came as soon as she touched aeri's cunt.
"god you're so pathetic, can't even please me" things she'd say to make ning want to fuck her... aeri loved seeing the girl try her best not to cum when she'd ride her..
ning always loved aeri's tits, seeing them bounce as she rides them😵‍💫😵‍💫 aeri loves to overstim the girl, always enjoying seeing her cry when it becomes too much poor baby's blowing dry loads by the time aeri is done using her:((
oh my gosh guys i'm getting a brain rot this is so????
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realityphobia · 1 year
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You know its bad when you mention your work frustrations to your psychiatrist and they, a layman in your discipline, say "wait how are you supposed to do that."
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jiriceks · 4 months
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leafs fans getting worried about this 2 goal lead are so funny to me. wait a couple periods my guys, the jackets will cough it up themselves.
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mysteriousvoids · 9 months
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i miss making friends on here
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childhoodsickness · 2 years
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Me re-reading something i said during bad brain fog realising it didnt make sense:
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inkskinned · 7 months
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the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.
three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.
two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.
their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.
one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.
i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.
i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.
and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?
you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.
a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.
someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.
#writeblr#warm up#this is longer than i wanted i really considered removing that part about myself and what i went thru#but i think it really fucking bothers me that EVERY time i talk about being an artist#ppl assume i just like. had the skill and ability to drop everything and pay for grad school.#like sir i grew up poor. my house wasn't a safe space. i gave up a FREE RIDE TO LAW SCHOOL. for THIS. bc i chose it.#was it fucking hard? was i choosing the hard thing?? yes.#but we need to stop seeing artists as lazy layabouts that can ''afford'' to just ''sit around and create''#when MANY - if not MOST - of us are NOT like that. we have to work our fucking ASSES off. hard work. long and hard work#part of valuing artists is recognizing the amount we sacrifice to make our art. bc it doesn't just#like HAPPEN to us. also btw it rarely has anything to do with true talent.#speaking as someone with a chronic condition i hate when ppl are like u have it easy. like actively as i'm writing this my hands r#ACTIVELY hurting me. i haven't been posting bc my left hand was curled in a claw for the last week#this isn't fucking luck. after a certain point it's not even TALENT. it's dedication & sacrifice.#''u get to flounce around and do nothing with ur life'' is a narrative that is a direct result of capitalism#imagine if we said that about literally any other profession.#''oh so u give up 10 yrs of ur life to be a doctor? u sacrifice having a social life and u get SUPER in debt?#u need to work countless hours and it will often be thankless? well i wish i was that lucky''#we should be applying that logic to landlords ONLY#''oh ur mom and dad gave u the money to buy a house? and all u did was paint it white and rent it? huh.''
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