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needycatboy · 6 months
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step into this deeply self-indulgent fantasy w me. sensory experience intricately detailed and emphasized for my pleasure :>.
you're blindfolded. all you see is void. your hearing elevated, you notice the sound of them walking softly around where you're kneeled on the floor. there is a pillow under your knees, and a rope holding your hands clasped behind your back. you're breathing heavily, and the event has not even begun.
the footsteps stop in front of you, and a hand softly touches your head at the crown, running fingers through your hair. the gentle touch is followed by a harsh grip to the back of your head, pulling you forward until your lips meet flesh. you please them for as long as they like, gently sucking and licking away with no thoughts or complaints to be had.
you're eventually pulled off, and you succeed at not complaining about this despite yourself. a thumb nudges its way into your mouth, and you suck for another moment before it's removed. wet fingers suddenly touch you gently over your patiently throbbing tcock, but only for a moment. only for long enough to make you need more.
footsteps once again tread around the room. you hear a small metallic flicking noise and feel your heartbeat quicken. his low and gentle voice instructs you to stay still, and to try not to be too loud about this.
sharp, hot, stinging wax drops beat softly, one by one, onto your shoulder blade. the feeling makes your entire upper body flush. drip by drip, they patter down your chest, then your stomach, and each pat of wax forces the air out of your lungs.
a sharp gasp fills the room when the first drop thuds softly onto your right thigh. another when the next drop follows only an inch higher up. a quiet cry fills the room when five drops are unloaded at once, dancing towards your inner thigh. their stern voice reminds you to be quiet, so a stifled moan follows the first drop truly close to your eager and hot cock. you don't know how much of the candle is burned when the drops finally cease, your thighs both canvases to your lover's hard work. you only notice how loud you'd been when the whimpers actually stop.
finally, you are told to stand slowly, and you are lead to the bed. your blindfold stays on, but your hands are free to grasp and scratch as you're stretched out. you come with fingers rubbing deft circles on your begging cock and biting into your lover's shoulder, their voice lovingly reminding you how good you've been tonight.
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nerfherder-02 · 3 months
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ohhhhh the terrible crushing reality that sally and poseidon were (and are still in many ways) like, IN LOVE in love, is hitting me like a truck.
when I read these books as a child, I had no-none-zero concept of love or romantic feelings. Even as a straight person with plenty of history watching Disney movies and such, I had no concept of what a crush was, no butterflies, no romantic inclinations at all until much later in my youth (aka I had my first crush at 16 and just went oh-), so I had no point of reference for any romance in media other than "oh that's neat" from a purely logical standpoint, given the 'happily ever after' trope had cemented that being in love just meant you wanted to marry someone, for some reason.
so anyways here I am at my ripe mature age in my 20s, now acquainted with feelings of romance, infatuation, love, etc, seeing sally and poseidon having that little "you came?" "you called." moment and just oh-
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whumpasaurus101 · 7 months
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OH MY FUCKING GOD. YOU'RE IRISH?!! Omg I'm Irish too!! Okay.. I have no idea why I got literally so fucking excited.. Maybe but its cause there are sooo less Irish people in the country i live in..
But like anways.. Uhm.. Hello there fellow Irish.
SHUT
THE
FRONT
DOOR
THERE IS NO WAY.
THIS IS MY FIRST TIME I HAVE MET A FELLOW IRISH BLOG WHATWHATWHATWHATWHAT?!?!?!??! IT ONLY DOOK ME ABOUT 3 OR 4 YEARS SHJKSHJD STOP THIS RIGHT NOW
HELLO
HAI
AAAAAAAAAAAAA HAIHAHAI
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figuerockfaeth · 5 months
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ashintheairlikesnow · 7 months
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Gilly is a terrible person, and can only get worse from here, but I find it hilarious how he’s slowly realizing he’s probably not entirely straight.
He is realizing - not consciously yet, but it will come - that what he is attracted to isn't actually any particular gender of person, but rather his attraction is based on the power he holds over the other person.
It is going to be an awakening, to be sure.
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allo-frouto · 1 year
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So horny levels today?
Today is a different day so I am at 7,5.
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danswank · 1 year
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The photoshop challenge made me sad. Not in a nostalgic way. In a this is kind of juvenile way.
yes
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tunderilona · 1 year
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feeling in a type of way currently
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fitztrevelyan · 2 years
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@pellelavellan​​    asked
❛ not all things have significance, which is scary. the things you overlooked tend to have the most, which is scarier. ❜
The fire crackled, almost in acknowledgment of his remarque.  Mistral peered at his wistful face, the way his gaze went lost in the flames as if he could catch sight of someplace far far away. Blackthorn popped her muzzle upon his leg to make him aware of her affection. If only words could be as comforting as that. "So you are going to... what? feel forever responsible for him to leave?" she didn't mean for the tone of her voice to sound that bitter, but Solas' departure had left its mark on her too. She didn't want Pelle to blame himself for it. "He made his decision. Nothing you could do about it." So much for being of comfort. This whole situation felt wrong, Pelle didn't deserve that. It felt so very unjust. Even more so now that she planned to leave the Inquisition. And she had to find the moment to tell his friend. Although the oncoming Exalted Council was going to be no small fit for the inquisitor, Mistral could not picture herself being of any use to him in such a situation. There was no reason for her to keep on procrastinating.
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raydioactivegeorg · 2 years
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they took my backpack cause i forgot my computer was in there :| they’ve had it for like seven minutes what are they doing with my shit
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guooey · 7 months
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Ohhhhhj so the childhood self doesn't disappear forever they come back as a ghost when you are struggling to break into adulthood and sit with you during your lunch break so you're not alone. Alright
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wordofthehour · 10 days
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Word of The Hour: strongly
English: strongly 1. in a strong manner 2. so as to be strong in action or in resistance 3. with great force; forcibly ------------ - French: fortement - Hindi: शिद्दत - Italian: fortemente - Portuguese: fortemente - Spanish: fuertemente ------------ Report an incorrect translation @ https://wordofthehour.org/r/translations
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I want everybody who’s calling Ken a Trophy Husband to know that he’s actually a Trophy Boyfriend, because when Ruth Handler invented Ken in the 1960s, she was adamant that he would never marry her and instead be her “handsome steady”, so that Barbie remained a figure of independence for the little girls and was never put in the position of housewife.
Her house is hers. She bought it and furnished it with money she made in her own job. In STEM, in politics, in healthcare, in fashion, in academy, in customer service. Her credit card is in her name (women in the US couldn’t have their own regardless of marital status until 1974). And it’s all pink and fashionable because femininity and badassness aren’t mutually exclusive. No matter who you are, you can be anything.
That’s why Barbie’s slogan is “you can be anything”. Teaching these ideals to little girls is why Barbie was created. Empowering women and empowering femininity is the original meaning of the Barbie doll. It’s not that you have to be all this to be a woman, but if you are all or some of this, you too are awesome.
And somehow pop culture deliberately changed that narrative. Sexualised, bimbofied, and villainised her, when she actually isn’t responsible for the impossible beauty standards — people are, she’s just a stylised, not-to-scale toy like most others.
Men are frothing because he’s just Ken and I guess they were expecting her to be just Barbie, but that’s exactly what Ken is. Canonically. A badass woman’s himbo boyfriend.
This movie has the potential to radically change the way we collectively see Barbie into what Ruth Handler originally intended, I’m so very excited
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grim-has-issues · 3 months
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someone please tell me i am not mourning over fictional characters
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darcyolsson · 11 months
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i could never be american because whenever I get a big drink I'm like oh great now I have to drink this big drink. i have to take care of this big drink they gave me. everything is terrible in the world
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catfoodsminmo · 5 months
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i love u characters who are victims who don't show things in a way that's appealing i love u characters whos trauma leaves them with anger issues, with violence issues, with issues with connection and trust and being truthful i love you characters who don't get "better" in a way that's palatable, who don't find growth and meaning in their trauma
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