#they little hands and feets I can't

[chloecherrysip]

There's a huge universe out there, with a lot of galaxies.

#mario movie #mario movie spoilers #super mario bros #super mario bros movie spoilers #princess peach #mareach #cherrysip edits #wanted so much more from this scene but can't deny that it's visually stunning!!! #also they are cute :D :D :D #MARIO'S LITTLE BASHFUL BOUNCING ON HIS FEET <3 #i love how peach holds herself so properly but in the third gif when she finally looks away from mario #she starts to wiggle her fingers a little on one hand as though that's her subtle way of getting out some nervous energy #he's real cute but she gotta play it cool lolol

[willowser]

For your uhhhh Love Island Bakugo we know he's so competitive during the lil challenges so what happens if he/you end up losing maybe you tripped or just couldn't keep up with him 😩 idk anything about this show I just learn reality TV secondhand watching Kennie JD lol ~ Trashy

trashy dear !! 😌✨️ if you lose, i think he's SUCH a sourpuss LOL he's all, "i don't care 😒 about time someone else won 😒 we've schooled your asses in every single one so far 😒" LOL but 🥺 i feel like with the challenges is when you see him the most outgoing 🥺 like you're in the one-on-one/confessional afterwards and he's like, "'s'not a big deal....if only SOMEONE 🙄 hadn't dropped the ball...🙄" and then you're shoving him and shouting, "hey!" and laughing, so he gets you in a gentle headlock and brings you close to his chest, so that he can hide his smile into your hair 🥺 WAAAAHHH he's only soft like that when you're by yourselves 🥺🥺🥺 and in the end, he doesn't REALLY mind losing challenges, because he quickly learns that, as long as he's doing them with you, then that's all that matters 🥺🥺 WAAHHHH

#he squishes your cheeks in one hand and is like 'this is the face of someone that can't balance an egg on a spoon for twenty feet' LMAOOO #what a JERK #and then you squish his cheeks in your hand and say 'and this is the face of someone that STINKS' LOL #and then you both giggle like little SCHOOL GIRLS #and then he kisses your squished face 🥺🥺 #WAAHH I LOVE HIM #✿ willow writes #✿ ask willow #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: love island bakugou

[dragqueenpentheus]

today i simply wish to be HELD and COOKED FOR

#sleepy .... #moody........... #would like to push my face into a person and then eat a huge range of foods that have been crafted for us #at least ONE with custard. #irl #personal #i am a little sad my mommy can't come to my grad but wants to. i knew it would be a tight squeeze and i invited her so last minute even tho #i picked up a ticket for her weeks ago #i've been nervous to ask #but we are talking on monday which. oh boy. #this is the first one i've seen her since 2019. and. we've been fighting since sept 2020. like. #i'm nervous. i'm NERVOUS. i want it to be easy and resolved and she gives me a hug. #i want a hug from my mom ughughhh #i want to know how to be my own person and still love her and have her love me and #stomps my little feet... #i'm gunna behave in a way that makes deb VERY proud. and i'm gunna be open and vulnerable and honest about where we both fucked up #and iM GUNNA HAVE THE SAME EXPECTATIONS FOR HER AS WELL. WE ARENT HANDING OUT GET OUT OF JAIL FREE CARDS #but i miss my moma pretty bad dude

[lestappenheart]

Stop, he's so tiny 🤏🏻

White dressed princess and black dressed bodyguards

#he's never beating the babygirl stereotype #but he's so smol #little hand #little feet #i can't #our precious baby #charles leclerc #f1 fandom

[fist-amidst-the-hands]

just thinking about izzy and ed having a heavy drinking night and wandering home and izzy carrying ed through the doorway bridal style... ed rambling on about how they’re married now and giggling about it until he starts getting sad that they didn’t even get a real wedding then being surprised that oh! at least they got rings that’s nice and izzy is just staring at him trying to figure out how this somehow became his life (please never let it change he loves this life) because they’ve been married for 20 years of course they have rings

#ofmd #ofmd hc #blackbonnet #izzy hands #edward teach #just took a very calming and blorbo-thought-free shower but then this shoved itself into my brain as soon as I stepped out so here #there's also the possibility that ed was either kinda limping and izzy was like hm no we can't have that and swept him off his feet #OR ed was begging him the whole way home to 'carry meeee' and izzy finally got tried of it (affectionate) and also swept him off his feet #anyway obsessed with the idea of ed's (verbal) train of thought being like 'hehe i'm like a bride' *gasp* 'IZZY THIS MEANS WE'RE MARRIED' #and izzy just being like?? obviously #and having no clue why ed is crying about not having a wedding because that was so long ago why does he care all of a sudden? #and of course they have rings? what is going ON inside his head #just a little post

[halogalopaghost]

.

#I'm having anxiety for some reason which is an unfamiliar physical feeling for me #I do depression and my SISTER does anxiety we're the mental illness brothers you see #but nooo apparently she has lent me some anxiety or whatever #anyway I was feeling useless and kind of like shit about how I never do anything anymore #and never get anything done or help around the house or even clean up my own living space #so I just decided I was gonna get out of bed at three in the morning and sweep the whole house #which like. that's fine I guess #and I wouldn't sit down or take a break even when I wanted to stop because I have got to!! start fucking doing things I can't just #be a lump that complains and consumes resources all my life #but anyway that was a bad idea or whatever bc my hands and feet got real hot and red and now I feel like I'm gonna frow up #I'm laid out on the couch near the phone charger. save me phone charger. charger for my phone save me #so what do we think am I feeling unwell from the activity because I don't do the activity enough or because I am just unwell #last time I swept a large area AND mopped was less than a month ago #I. also had to lay down after that actually except I was at work #just laid across a row of seats like yeah just. gimme a fuckin second to necromancy myself here #anyway #I'm a lil anxious bc of my neurology appointment I guess?? it's either that or the Wellbutrin #OR a yet to be identified food sensitivity maybe?? #I actually have no fucking clue I just have a bunch of ideas ranked by plausibility #I'm. a little dizzy and the nausea is mcgetting me #farewell cruel world it's been nice knowing u

[r3d-ca9]

today is one of those days where i am very frustrated to be a cat owner

#for some reason they have teamed up and broken a lot of things in the last 24 hours and i hate it #every once in awhile i just get so bummed out that i can't have wall decor or stuff on the counter #can't have anything that's like....less than six feet off the ground #we've had cats for over a year and haven't had one full night of sleep since then tbh #i have scars on my hands from our anxious little girl cat #it just gets overwhelming sometimes ya know #i miss our dog #rambles

[uselessnbee]

i can write a whole essay about how Mike Wheeler is misunderstood and overhated and no one is allowed to hate him or say anything even remotely bad about him and that's my son and i will personally fight anyone who disagrees with me

but then i remember that airport "hug" and suddenly i'm just like

nvm i hope he suffers

#i actually want him to suffer anyways but that's affectionate #when i remember that airport hug it is very much not affectionate #that airport scene is my villain origin story i swear #like will was giggling and kicking his feet and twirling his hair all giddy to see you and you just brush him off?? and ignore him?? #you little bitch boy it's on sight #i can't even watch that scene or even gifs from that scene #not just because it makes me cringe and gives me so much second hand embarassment i'm physically not capable of dealing with it #but also because i just forget all the love a have for mike #byler #mike wheeler #i'm the biggest mike wheeler defender until he makes will sad #then suddenly i don't know him and i hope he steps on lego

[sluttyten]

🥶

#i can't tell if my bedroom is actually so cold #or if my hands and feet are absolutely freezing due to my anxiety #but i'm going with anxiety bc like im wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants in my bed with flannel sheets #and a thick comforter and another blanket on top of it #the thermostat says my house is 72 degrees but my feet have felt like icicles all day #but im also pretty sure they're sweating which is a little tmi #but im currently stressing over jury duty so 😗✌️ #googling what kinds of things i might be asked so i can try to figure out answers that won't get me selected #which is difficult not knowing what kind of trial it's going to be #just hoping i give off enough anxious and biased vibes that i don't get selected #like my social anxiety has been hitting for the last few hours #i can call in a few hours and find out if i even have to show up and that alone is driving me insane #i can't do anything right now other than research this stuff #like i want to write or finish watching this show i've been watching but i can't enjoy anything right now i can only think about this #it's like the other night when i got the summons in the mail and literally didn't do anything with the rest of my day #was reading something earlier about waiting to be selected for jury duty and my heart was pounding and i was imagining it #and like thinking about how i'm definitely gonna feel like i'm going to puke tomorrow im gonna be so shaky #i haven't felt like this in like 5 years since i was last in school and had to worry about public speaking or big projects #like they gave me such bad anxiety i get so hot and red and like get a little buzzy in my ears... yknow casual things #so earlier i was freaking out thinking about how they select the jury foreman which i absolutely 100 percent cannot do #i can't speak up in public even when it was in front of a classroom of people i've known for years #i couldn't bring myself to speak up and ask questions or say thoughts for a discussion (to the point where i failed a project once bc of it) #but i've never been diagnosed with any form of anxiety by a doctor or anything like that so I don't know if i even have an anxiety disorder #but just like based off of a lot of things i've noticed over the years and the way that i'll like focus on a thing that's causing me stress #to the point where it's debilitating and i can't do anything except freak out about it #i'd say i've got something going on.... like back when i had that promotion offered to me at work and i literally cried in my room stressed #about the pressure of the position which i then only held for a few months bc i can't handle the social aspect of it #anyway i've ranted enough now i'm going to go and try to do like anything.... finish writing maybe

[voloswag]

highkey tempted to have a playthrough of Ironsworn (free solo ttrpg!!! very good I highly recommend) ft sanctus and volo and just post summaries of the (mis)adventures here. sanctus, a sword for hire who just arrived on an unforgiving island haunted by the spirit of a primordial deity and who is hired by a Totally Normal Average Charming Bard™ to escort him to strange ruins at the heart of the island. said bard is totally just looking for inspiration for new songs, that’s all :^)

neither of which know the other have both been marked by said eldritch deity, both having undergone a cruel ritual in their childhood that left them as something not fully human anymore. sanctus wants to find this deity and destroy it one way or another, whereas volo wants to fully awaken it and procure for it some sort of physical avatar so it can walk the earth once more and also grant him sooooooo much power as a reward for all his hard work bc he deserves it

nothing can possibly go wrong!!!

#ambition au #the whole 'procuring a physical avatar' for the deity will get tricky really fast when volo realizes the pieces already exist #and he has to put them together #but uh. he's also one of the pieces #he's the eyes. sanctus is the heart. somewhere out there are the hands. we don't talk about the feet #don't @ me but i like to think abt zero as the hands. little meow meow crashed his magic airship into the island #and now he's gotta find some way to rebuild... use those hands to create wild devices the likes of which have never been seen before #and joke suggestion: subtwins as the feet. theyre so freaking fast. theyre just running. they run and run. volo can't catch them #they team up with zero to invent magic trains. #ok i'll shut up now im so tired yall i am just so tired. the house is such a mess. there's asbestos in the tiles too not just the walls #so im out here rotating blorbos in my head while i hide in my tent bed. escapism might not be the healthiest coping mechanism but! #it sure beats any of my accessible alternatives

[painted-bees]

A quick, sloppy little comic about Magritte

[Image Description: It's a vertical comic strip of 14 panels arranged one under the other. The style is realistic, done with sketchy lines in a dark burgundy. It is not colored or shaded and there is no background. The comic features the interactions of a couple, Magritte (also called Margie) and Rafael (also called Raf). Magritte is a young woman, she is wearing a baggy armhole tank top with a tight fitting black top underneath, shorts and boots. She has a messy bun and a small messenger bag slung over her left shoulder. Rafael is her partner, wearing baggy pants, sneakers, fingerless gloves, V-neck t-shirt and an open button-up jacket with a hoodie and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair has short side with long top bangs and a short goatee.

 (First panel): There's only Magritte visible from the waist up. Off screen, Raf says to someone else: “Magritte has our tickets.” Magritte is excited, looking straight forward. Her left hand in on her bag's strap, her right hand rummaging inside her bag. Magritte says: "Yeah! Even made sure to put them in my wallet so that I wouldn't- uh..."

 (Second panel): She is beginning to look concerned, now with her face turned to her back, both left hand holding the lip to open the bag wider and her right hand still rummaging inside. Magritte says: "wouldn't forget.... Hang on, it's not on it's usual pocket. Haha." The last is a nervous laughter.

 (Third panel): Magritte is kneeling on the ground. Rafael is standing to the side and behind her, only his feet visible. Magritte looks frantic, searching inside her bag. Her right arm is forearm deep digging in her bag. Magritte says: "It's definitely here-! It's the one thing I never forget 'cus I never take it out of my bag!" Rafael says, firmly: "Margie, when you took it out to put the tickets in, did you put the wallet back in the bag?" The letters are bolded, with the word "back" underlined for emphasis. Magritte says: "Give me some credit, there's no way I'm that stupid." The last three words are underlined for emphasis.

 (Fourth panel):  The scene has changed and now Magritte and Rafael are in a car. We see them from the passenger's side. Rafael is driving, looking straight ahead at the road. Magritte is hunched forward, hugging herself with the left hand. Her right hand is holding her head. She is looking out the passenger window, avoiding Raf.

 (Fifth panel):  Rafael turns slightly to look at Magritte.

 (Sixth panel):  The point of view is now a side profile view from the drivers side. Rafael has his left arm leaning on the open window, his right hand on the wheel. Magritte is hunched over facing the passenger window. Rafael says: "I'm not mad at you, if that's what you're worried about." Magritte says: "I can literally feel your disappointment."

 (Seventh panel): Back to the passengers side, Rafael is looking at the road. Magritte is frustrated, no longer leaning her head against her right hand and instead her hand is palm upwards. Rafael says: "Well, yes. It is a disappointing situation, but-" Magritte interrupts: "You'd think I'd be able to do the one thing I was asked to do-! That I'd at least learn from the last billion times I forgot shit. Rafael says, quieter: “that's not where I was going with this...”

(Eighth panel):  Magritte has her right hand holding her face with the palm on her cheek, left hand placing the tips of her fingers on her left temple and eye brows. She is frustrated and angry. Magritte says: "It's not like I've got anything more important rattling around in my brain.  But, for some reason, if it's not my music, or like.... food or something, then it's just not a priority. I can't make myself care enough to make it a priority!"

(Ninth panel): She now has both hands in front of her, elbows bent, finger extended in a vague hand gesture as if there was something in front of her. Magritte says: "I'm an adult in my 20s and I still manage my responsibilities like a child. I'd be more dependable if I could just stop and think for a second, but I'd probably forget to even breathe if it weren't for the..."

 (Tenth panel): Her frustrated expression turned to confusion. Her hands are still in the air in the same position as before. Magritte says:"... why are we parked?" Her noticing this stopped her rant.

(Eleventh panel): Magritte straightens up and faces the window entirely, left hand crossed over her body to lean on the car door. Rafael, off screen: "Margie." Magritte says: "Oh." Magritte's inner thoughts are written around her. "He stopped the car to scold me. No, not ‘scold’. Don't be a child about this. He's disappointed and just needs to make sure you understand so you can do better next ti-"

 (Twelfth panel): Magritte is still looking out the window, but now with a shocked expression. Rafael reached with his right hand, and its now resting gently on her upper back. Rafael interrupts her inner monologue with "I need you to stop repeating the shit your parents and teachers and such yelled at you growing up. They were wrong, and nothing you just said makes sense."

 (Thirteenth panel):  The perspective switches back to the driver's side profile. Rafael says: "A poor memory isn't synonymous with poor priorities. Nor does it speak to a lack of maturity. The priority was there, we just have to build a better habit of checking things before we leave the apartment. Both of us. It's gonna take time. You afford everyone else a ton of patience, all the time. Can you please afford some for yourself? The situation sucks, we were both looking forward to this. But it's not the end of the world. We didn't forget things on purpose. So let's take it easy and try to end the day on a good note. Alright?" Magritte says: "Okay... c-can we um...."

 (Fourteenth panel): Magritte has turned to face Rafael and her eyes are filled with tears and they're running down her cheeks.  Rafael looks startled, lifting his arm off Magritte's back. Magritte says: "Can we get some ice cream on the way back?" Rafael says: "O-of course!" End of description.]

This description was written and provided by Hiwi.

#sketch #comic #Hi-Note #magritte #rafael

[xcziel]

plans for the evening are hope on the street docuseries and a little midnight gardening

#let's see if i actually finish either #also i need to vacuum but i think i can get that done #it's the putting in the contacts to deal with the plants that is most of the sticking point #bc my glasses invariably slide off when i lean over and my hands are dirty and full of weeds or whatever #i am lining the raised bed with trash bags and rocks just to keep the weeds from coming back in three feet high again #until i can actually do something that might stick #i weeded before i got sick in february and with this wet warm spring it was like i did nothing at all #still can't get anything to stay alive that can deal with the wet then the baking drought later on #well that isn't an expensive established plant already #the palm is slowly coming back from the freeze yet again that thing is resilient and so is the bushy rosemary #eh i need to repot some little things too but ... priorities

[hauntingblue]

Flashbacks and reverie..... well....

#mr 3 was really going to behead ace just to fet away from the waf akdhsksbsksjn #i love the luffy and ace coming out of the fire scene in marineford.... i really do.... #i said i can't cry at aces death ar this point..... lie fucking lie.... the devil is in the fucking details.... the blood on his hands.... #the bead that rolls to shirohige's feet... luffy focused on the vivrecard.... ace dying on his arms and it getting to luffy as he falls #to the floor.... the blood splattering on the floor... and the fucking smile on ace's face still haunts me #beer IV ahdkahdksjs and the matryoshka dolls..... the taco king speaking about revolution... he looks like an actor #the king ham burger from ballywood akdhsksjsk #its fucking spanda talking to fujitora right..... what did vegapunk do.... the kuma bots?? nvm its ryokugu???? #hes been fasting for 3 years cause he gets no bitches... okay L #talking tag #watching one piece #episide 882 #so its called levely.... in my defense it was written like reverie in my subs.... this is the fun of pirated websites #to this day i still dont know if it is jinbe or jinbei.... i guess we'll never know #MORGANS YOU ARE GOINF TO JAIL #princess isntoinette.... incredible #sabo's parents mysteriously died.... omg #little luffy flashbacks i dont think im strong enough #little luffy ilysm...... 🥺🥺 im sensitive today i might cry just by seeing him avdksjsk #luffy explaining something about his past to the crew???? this is a first. exclusive. never been seen before. #the ace saying he will never die scene.... its so over.... #his hat is too big omg..... #i find it very funny that luffy has a brother for the first half of the grand line and then at the second half he gets a different one #garp aaying the tenryuubitos are scum akdhakdjsks SO YOU KNOW!!!! BASTARD #garp smiling just like luffy.... #sabo if you hurt shirahoshi for the revolution.... #shirahoshi wants to live on the land!!! YEAAAAAH GIRL!!! #CHARLES BE CAREFUL!!!!! also fukaboshi getting just bad vibes from the place ajdhak #the brothers not letting shirahoshi just reject the suitors..... not very hasthatg feminist ally of them.... #episode 884

[bitten-fruit]

Simon forgets how strong he is

18+ MDNI - cw: bruising - ~700 words

just some Simon Riley NSFW brainrot ♥︎ - part 2-ish, and part 3-ish here!!

Simon forgets how to be gentle.

When he's at war, fighting and shooting and killing day and night, all he knows is hardness. Brutality. Ruthlessness. His hands and heart grow calloused and rough in his months away from you. Using his unfathomable strength to survive is what he grows used to, it becomes second nature.

But it's your softness he remembers, to keep himself sane. It's all he thinks about. Dreams of.

The way the flesh of your hips, your ass, your breasts, your belly, pillows so deliciously between his fingers when he squeezes his handful - so warm, so supple. The way your vanilla-balmed lips graze his scarred skin so tenderly, however undeserved your sweetness is.

And when he finally returns home, after months of missing, craving you - when you stand in the door, honey thighs bare by virtue of the black panties you wore just to torture him, soft tummy peeking out from under your crop-top - he just can't restrain himself.

You greet him with your sugary smile, stretching up on your toes to curl your loving arms around his neck - your gentle voice, music; "Si, ah! I'm so glad you're okay…"

The moment your velvet skin touches his, his shackles crumble. Like a beast starved, he clutches you. Mammoth arms curl around you, constricting, gripping you eagerly like you might be a dream; liable to turn to a memory, to smoke.

His avaricious embrace lifts your feet from the ground, though he doesn't mean to - he burrows his nose and mouth into the crook of your neck, lets the curls of your hair smother him and fill his chest with the faint scent of your fruity shampoo. Fights every urge to take a bite, like you're a ripe nectarine.

Growls into your skin, through his jaw; "I fuckin' missed you, love. Christ, you have no idea how much I missed you."

"I missed you too, baby…" you coo into his ear, even your breathing is tender - he can't take it.

So he ferries you immediately to the sitting room, scoops you up like you weigh nothing, lets you coil your buttery thighs around his waist as he sits you on his lap on the sofa.

His wide hands take their greedy handfuls of your body - of your waist, of your hips, of your thighs, of your ass. Finally indulging the impulses he had dreamed about for so long - the very image he had fucked his fist to more times than he could count while parted from you.

With his teeth on your shoulder, tongue laving your warm skin; "So fuckin' soft," he grumbles deeply, and urges, "pretty thing. So soft. Fuck, I missed you."

His cock is hasty to grow boulder-solid under his trousers, and he chastises himself - but you answer with a cloying giggle, grinding your mound against its rigidity as if to torment him.

"Mm, you did miss me," you tease, little brat.

Then in an instant, all he can think about is the softness of your syrupy pussy, the gumminess of the inside of your cunt as its walls caress and milk his cock like it was built just to fit him.

You make him fucking ravenous, so voraciously eager to have you that he doesn't even notice his hands turn to vices around your flesh - fingers burrowing so deeply into the cheek of your ass that he might break through the skin.

"Ah!" You yelp, "Ow - Simon - you're hurting me-"

Your squeak of pain is enough to immediately shatter him - so he rapidly lifts you off of him, protecting you from his impulse. Stands you on your feet so that you're no longer victim to his inability to control himself.

"Shit, I'm sorry-" he grunts under his breath, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's-" Your brows curl in worry, turning to look at where he had clawed you - and he sees the purple bruises where his hand had wrenched the flesh of your ass, the red lines where his fingernails had nearly punctured you. "Oh," you breathe at the sight, "…wow."

Drowning in visceral shame, he can barely bring himself to touch you again. But your soft hand caresses his hair, running through the sandy tresses - you, somehow, the one to comfort him.

"It's okay, baby, I know you didn't mean to," you purr fondly, and he leans forward to shamefully press as soft a kiss as he can into the bruise he gave you. Fucking monster.

"I'm sorry," he croaks into your skin, hoping his guilt will reverse his barbarity. "I just missed you."

"I know," you croon, turning to plant a loving kiss into his hair. "It's okay."

You guide him to lean back, mounting his lap again, letting your pelvis grind against the erection you were quick to reawaken.

His hands barely ghosting over your skin, he restrains himself, touches you carefully.

You whisper, into his stubbled cheek; "I'll show you how to be gentle again."

#bet simon knows how to apologise to you #spoilers it involves his tongue #cod fic #cod smut #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x female reader #ghost x reader #call of duty smut

[echosage]

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა ₊˚✧JUJUTSU KAISEN LINKS PT.2 !!

MDNI !! | CW: Anal, degradation, doggy, riding, titty sucking, thigh job, pussy spanking, spanking, fingering, masturbation, blowjob, pussy eating, double dildo, cheating?

A/N : I'm so so grateful for the love in my first post! Thank you all so much, tell me if you'd like a part 3, and tell me what characters should i put, and what other fandoms should i do! ♡

Pt.1 | Pt.3

₊˚✧ Megumi Fushiguro !!

Megumi playing with ur kitty.

Megumi eating you and fingering you.

Giving him a deep throat.

Getting spanked by step brother Megumi.

Teasing Megumi.

Riding Megumi.

Megumi swears his hand slipped.

Taking you from behind his is dream.

Megumi with you after a long day of having to deal with Satoru, Yuji, and Nobara.

₊˚✧ Nanami Kento !!

Nanami is tired of your bratty demeanor, so he gives you what you want, but meanly.

When Nanami comes home and you're asleep, he can't resist your little sleepy face.

Nanami making you hump his feet for being a brat all day.

Fucking you nice and firm.

Taking you like this is therapeutic for him.

Fingering you while he drives.

Filled up by Nanami.

₊˚✧ Yuji Itadori !!

A thigh job should be enough for Yuji.

Yuji after he found out you cheated w Sukuna.

He loves your ass more than anything.

Yuji taking you with so much love and devotion.

Before going to sleep, you like to tease Yuji a bit.

Yuji at your house a week later after saying he was done with you.

Perv!Yuji finally fucking your pretty pussy.

Yuji using his strenght so you don't do anything.

₊˚✧ Shiu Kong !!

Shiu taking you so lovingly because you've been such a good girl for him.

Shiu folding you after a long day of shopping.

He loves roleplaying with you.

Shiu teasing your two holes.

Shiu giving you proper discipline.

Being needy, but Shiu can't leave the fucking cigarrette.

Sucking Shiu off after he comes home stressed from work.

Shiu taking you doggy style, loving how your back arches.

He loves the view of your tits when you ride him.

Breeding you nice and full of his seed.

₊˚✧ Higuruma Hiromi !!

He loves it wet and messy.

Higuruma craves this view when you ride him.

Taking you on a vacation, so when you fuck, you can't keep your eyes off the landscape.

Higuruma is secretly a loser who loves thighs.

Higuruma fucking you carefully in his office, he doesn't want anyone finding out he fuck his assistant.

Higuruma needs his stress reliever after a rough case.

Higuruma letting you suck him like a baby.

He tries to be rough, but he loves you so much he can't imagine of hurting your little body.

Higuruma didn't want to be mean, but you deserve it after being a whore all day with his co-workers.

Higuruma fucking you from behind.

₊˚✧ Maki Zen'in !!

Maki making you feel so good.

Kissing session w Maki.

This is the only way Maki can put some sense into you.

Maki taming your bratty ass.

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[inkskinned]

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.''