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rackartyg · 7 months

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astarion doesn’t remember who he was before cazador turned him because who he was then is not relevant to who he is now. healing from trauma doesn’t mean going back to who you were before it—that’s impossible. healing means making the best of who you’ve become

#the obsession with the ‘pure’ ‘unspoilt’ pre-trauma self is part of the sickness #astarion doesn’t display any of that in canon — his amnesia frees him #and i am really happy for him! god i wish that were me.jpg #she speaks #arctic plays bg3 #astarion #bad brains blogging

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tgd-sideblog · 8 months

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I love the Iris Dahlia switcheroo in trials and tribulations bc it genuinely caught me by surprise while also being extremely forshadowed which is a combo I always respect. When 'Iris' started lying on the stand I specifically thought about how cool it was that her some of her sprites used for that section bore a strong resemblance to Dahlia as a subtle clue to where she was being most dishonest, to indicate how Dahlia was lying and manipulating by default, and the similarity between them being strongest when Iris started to lie was a nice detail. Then when the reveal came that detail of body language was still relevant but in a whole new context and I was like ooooh

#ace attorney trials and tribulations #dahlia hawthorne #iris hawthorne #Ace attorney #Ace attorney spoilers #Ig #I mean the game is old but i came to it mostly unspoilt so...#Tgd-posts

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smudged-red-ink · 4 months

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I'm going to see the boy and the heron (finally!) on thursday and shall not be scrolling tumblr until then bc I want to see it UNTAINED.

It's too dangerous here. I logged on today hoping there wouldn't be anything on my feed and was immediately greeted by a post on it.

Expect some ranting about it later this week!

#yes i am picky but if im going to pay theater price i want to see it PURE #i like my movies the way unspoilt plz and thx #the boy and the heron #hayao miyazaki #smudged red ink

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whats-another-song-contest · 1 year

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Here you can listen to the songs which will be competing in the first semi final of mello this Saturday!

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Artists and songs:

Rhythm Of My Show - Tone Sekelius

Inga sorger - Loulou LaMotte

Haunted - Rejhan

Raggen går - Elov & Beny

Diamonds - Victor Crone

Länge leve livet - Eva Rydberg & Ewa Roos

Where You Are (Sávežan) - Jon Henrik Fjällgren, Arc North feat. Adam Woods

#I won't listen though cause I prefer to go into mello unspoilt to get the most out of the first impression #OH SHIT WAIT I'VE GOT POLLS??!!!#YEAAHH LESS GOOOOO #melfest #melfest 2023 #melodifestivalen #melodifestivalen 2023 #esc #eurovision #eurovision song contest #Youtube

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unchartedthelostlegacy · 9 months

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ND better put out some post-Lost Legacy content even if it’s not a fucking game because. My headcanons are getting stupider. What if Nadine used the combined 50% of her tusk finder’s fee from the Ministry of Culture and the auction money from unloading Shoreline’s remaining vehicles, munitions, and other assets and bought an alpaca farm in Iceland.

Just. why do you people put up with this shit. I’ve written a few hundreds words about it already in drafts. Why would that Burberry-wearing ex-mercenary leader want to clean up after farm animals. i’ve spent too much time in Story of Seasons, my loves are merging, my streams are crossing, the brainworms have won

#maybe the woman needs time to decompress and process war memories in the quiet unspoilt natural environment where no one knows who she is #and her only company is some long-necked wooly creatures #and she has a little off-road vehicle she can explore the area with #and catch those northern lights #and then Chloe of course finds her because Nadine has had her phone off but sent a postcard and Chloe has a job for them but is also worried #about Nadine and how things went at home #(they went bad)#and instead of sending a letter to the address Chloe stamps and packages herself and shows up at the door as usual #hit me with a weathervane

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distractionpie · 11 months

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Ah the joys of a plot reveal so fascinating that i fear I'm going to have to read the whole series over again just re-experience events with that knowledge

#Greenwing and Dart #I knew SOMETHING was up with *spoiler*#But i never in a million years guessed this reveal #I am glad i didn't join the discord server yet because this is something I'm glad to experience unspoilt

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vimbry · 2 years

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if they had youtube in the ‘90s there would be so many “ocarina of time sheik REACTION!!” compilation videos

#I guess you could still do this with a lot of kids #I played oot in like. 2003 and didn't own any smash games so fortunately I played through unspoilt #and I'm so glad I did because I was like NOOO WAAAAY and now I'm transgender

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parakeetpark · 7 months

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I'm at the cinema and it's me and the two teenagers in the back row

I'm surprised they still do adverts in cinemas ngl

#if you're watching Saw X in a cinema and someone kept crinkling a plastic bag for 5 minutes straight before the adverts started - sorry #saw x #hopefully it's good I've managed to stay unspoilt #movie rambles

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fodsley · 2 years

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Cyberpunk Edgerunners was good

#had to wait to watch it but glad I was mostly unspoilt

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crevicedwelling · 5 months

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RANDOM ENCOUNTER:

MOSSY ASS OF THE WOODLAND

#moss

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lokisgoodgirl · 1 year

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A Fine Silk Robe [Loki x Fem.Reader]

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki has a luxurious w*nk to thoughts of you. (w/c 1.6k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Language.

Loki placed the book he had been reading to the side; the pages yellowed with age and the careless touch of a thousand fingers before his own. Low lights of the city twinkled in the darkness beyond as he lounged by the window, casually waving a hand. In the corner of his palatial chambers, dying embers of the low fire roared back to life at the command. The god’s forefinger curled to his upper lip, stroking it softly as his thumb rested below his chin. The hour was late on Asgard. And its Prince was horny.

He uncrossed his ankles. The fine silk robe he wore sliding teasingly against muscular calves stretched out on the window-seat. Dark emerald shimmering in shadows which licked the walls in pulsing waves. The god closed his eyes, letting his head rest against the wall. It had been a long day, but his mind was restless. His forefinger traced down his wine-moistened lip, pulling gently on its descent. It traced down his neck, travelling the route he knew your fingers would take as you began to worship him, straddled on his lap. Loki trailed the line of his collarbone, a delicate refrain in the muscled expanse of his chest. A spread palm slid beneath the edge of the silk there, imagining the way you would run your own across his skin. You would be a tease, but your eagerness would be betrayed by desperation simmering in your eyes. A touch of shyness too, Loki thought. Trepadation as you explored his mysterious body for the first time beneath trembling fingers. Gods, how he wanted you. Loki’s mind stalled on the coy backwards glance you delivered so masterfully in the great hall this afternoon. The image had been smouldering tauntingly in his mind ever since. His thoughts wandered alongside his hands to the silk tie of the robe, tugging it loose. The belt gave no resistance, the light knot coming undone with a teasing flourish of his long fingers. Dark green silk entwined around the god's pale wrist, a delicate snake coiling around his thick forearm tensed with anticipation. He recalled the way your shawl drooped over your bare shoulder, eyelashes fluttering as you ran your hungry eyes down his body. Were you undressing him in that quick-witted mind of yours? Imagining what it would be like to remove every layer of tight Asgardian leather piece by piece? Did you imagine his legendary cock sating you? Yes, Loki thought confidently; of course you had.

You had heard him moan the syllables of your name many times in the dirty recesses of your mind. When you closed your eyes in your innocent, unspoilt bed; those delicate hands wandering beneath the sheets. He could smell it in the air. The trail of decadent arousal that surrounded you whenever he was near. Like an animal in heat. The prince's legs widened, the luxurious dressing gown spreading sluttishly around his open thighs. His palm ran firmly over the flat base of his stomach, toying with the edges of his neat pubic hair. He scratched it gently, making his hardened cock twitch. Images of the filthy deeds he would enact with you flashed through his mind, teeming with vivid debauchery before he even began. Would you insist on swallowing his cock? Yes, you would wish to worship your prince. You would be curious to how a god tastes, sucking at the font of his legendary masculinity, choking on your enthusiasm as he growled deep curses above you.

Perhaps, if the Lady allowed it; he would show you why women of Asgard whispered his name through giggles when they had drunk too much wine. Doubtless, you knew of his skills in delivering that pleasure. He would bury himself between your glistening folds, making you lose yourself against his bedsheets as you gasped with pleasure.

Indelicate howls of passion would come clawing from your throat as you forgot your manners. As you forgot the inane trivialities and expectations of court life. It would all turn to naught as you came over his tongue again and again and- “Uhhhh...gods” he hissed, the delayed gratification of his long fingers wrapping around his desperately aching flesh a sweet relief. Loki sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, biting gently. He was burning, the colour behind his eyelids smouldering burgundy. A loose fist grazed to the tip of his thick cock, fingers gathering eager drops of moisture. He massaged the tip of his length; slippery pre-cum making him groan as his needy manhood begged for friction. “Such a tease…” he murmured to himself, gritting his teeth. The way you pressed your cleavage together across the table at the banquet, baring the curve of your elegant neck towards Loki as you indulged the courtier to your side. Did you fantasise about that inferior oaf sucking your nipples between his teeth as he brought you to ecstasy with his fingers alone? Nails scratching at his shoulders as he made the world around you melt to orgasmic bliss beneath his powerful touch? Loki thought not. “Norns….yesss...uhh fuck. Yes.” A curled fist stroked hard flesh in fluid synchronicity, veins beneath the velvet skin pulsing as his arousal thundered with hot, stiff blood. Deep moans rumbled in his chest against sealed lips as he stroked, his brow furrowing as he pictured what lay beneath those exquisitely draped dresses that hugged your figure so temptingly. Loki’s palm slid over the sensitive tip with every swipe of his fist, slick drips of arousal running freely now. His widened thighs began to judder as shocks of pleasure rose and fell with every flick of his wrist. He was taking you from behind against the walls of the palace gardens, your pretty gown raised around your hips as he thrust into that sweet cunt. Moans of his name filled the air, your hands braced against ancient stone, climaxing around his mighty cock, chanting like a drunkard in your delirium. “Gods above” Loki panted, a loud groan whining from his throat as his face turned upwards; eyebrows knitted in twisted anticipation. The god’s scalp tugged the wall as he slid downwards, free hand gripping a fistful of emerald waves splayed at his side. The dressing gown edged down his broad shoulders, flapping against his bicep with every pump of the taunt smack against his hips. Loki raised his knees, trying to gain purchase against the silken material beneath him as he slid further down the window-seat. His heavy breaths made his bare chest rise and fall in time with his hand. Intense, wanton moans of pleasure soaring brazenly around the vaulted ceiling. The echoes would carry.

Loki’s grunts were primal as he chased plateau, the firm palming of his cock making his toes curl. Low grunts peppered the air as his hips twitched, ass clenching as he teetered on the brink of climax. Not yet, he thought. Not yet, not before I- The muscles on his neck bulged as he fought against the tide of building cum heaving its way upward. Desperate moans erupted from parted lips, heavy pants which made his stomach clench with every journey of his white knuckles from thick root to slippery tip. “Uhhhh gods...Y/N...yes.f-fuck me. Fuck.me, g-gods...”

His back arched, mind racing as he searched the gallery of filthy imaginings he kept of you for moments like this. Claim loyalty to me, darling; he would whisper in your ear as your dress fell around your ankles by his bed. And I shall ruin you for lesser men.

He was so close. So fucking close. What he would give to empty himself inside your tight cunt; the pleasures of that teasing, hot quim wrapped snugly against his benevolent flesh. Loki grasped the silk at his side, pulling it outward as he fucked himself without mercy. The rough friction of his palm tugged at the delicate foreskin, waves of painful pleasure consuming his very being as his eyes rolled back.

The god’s dishevelled hair spread against the cushions, the open arch of the window exposing him to the city spread below as he came undone. Could they hear his cries of pleasure? He hoped they could. “FuckkkkkK” he growled, clenching his thighs as he approached the final precipice. You were mounted on top of him; riding him like an Asgardian battle-steed. His Valkyrie; you would work him until you were sated. Until you were utterly and completely satisfied. His face buried in your cleavage as you took your pleasure from him, milked every drop of lustful satisfaction from his willing cock – a prize you would claim selfishly. Insatiably. You would pin his arms above his head, fuck him like a slave; royal lineage be damned- until he flipped you over, the game afoot; pressing his solidly wet length against your teasing back entrance- With a thundering groan his legs shook, open thighs twitching as his toes pointed. The taunt skin of his stomach creased as he quivered upward, tensed shoulders leaving the cool stone as Loki of Asgard gave in to his base desires. A final squeezing swipe of his thumb against the tip was all it took. Fresh cum spurted in thick ropes over the apex of his fist. He juddered forwards, dark hair swinging around his jaw. It caught in his lips, a gasp inward making strands stick to his tongue as his features twisted in anguished pleasure. Pure white seed dripped leisurely between his fingers as he slowly released his crushing grip with a deep sigh, squeezing from base to shaft one last time. The god fell back against the cushions, letting his naked thighs fall wider, extending one long leg outward. A fresh breeze rolled from the window-arch over his body, drying the thin sheen of sweat gathered in the crevices of his abdomen. Loki carelessly wiped his fingers on the fine silk robe, letting the fluttering panel fall over his outstretched leg.

Thoughts of you wrapped in the luxurious material flashed through his mind, coyly covering yourself in his colours after copious orgasms bathed in the heat of the fire. You would pad to the bathing chamber, throwing him the same knowing look over your shoulder that you had today in the great hall. And by the time you got back, he would be hard again. He would have you. Of that he was certain. And perhaps tonight, he would sleep after all.

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elbiotipo · 2 months

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If you're from Argentina, you've probably heard about the Iberá wetlands, and you know the tourist pitch: a vast expanse of natural wonders in the middle of Corrientes, full of beautiful lapachos, cute carpinchos and yacarés, and now home to the fastest-growing wild yaguareté population, all with the unique Guaraní influenced culture of rural Corrientes.

Now, things aren't as shiny as they look, since the creation and management of the new national park is still a point of contention in many ways, but you will be suprised that this kind of thinking about the Iberá is very, very recent. Most people considered it an obstacle to progress, a big bunch of swamp in the middle of what could be a very productive ranching province. In a geography book from the 1910s (unfortunately I lost the screencap) it says something like "the biggest obstacle for the development of the province is this swamp, and it should be drained"

This took me to the other side of the world, to the Netherlands. They're known for land reclamation, from literally building their country from the sea. Especially when we're facing rising sea levels because of climate change, the Dutch seem like miracle workers, a look into our future. You will find no shortage of praise about how with some windmills and dams, the Dutch took land "from the sea", and turned it into quaint little polders, making a tiny country in Europe a food exporter and don't they look so nice? But when you look about it, you can barely find anything about what came before those polders. You have to dig and dig to find any mentions of not "sea", but of complex tidal marshes and wetlands, things I've learned are ecologically diverse and protected in many places, but you won't find people talking about that at all when talking about the Netherlands. It's all just polders now. What came before was useless swamp, or a sea to be triumphantly conquered. It's like they were erased from history

The use of that language reminded me of the failed vision of draining Iberá... and the triumphing vision in the Netherlands, and many other places. Maybe those wonderful places, those unique wetlands, would have been a footnote, you wouldn't find anything unless you were a bored ecologist who looked, and not even then. Now, far it be from me to accuse the medieval Dutch, who wanted to have more space to farm, of ecocide. And don't think this is going to be a rant against European ecological imperialism either, as the most anthropized places you can find are actually in China and India. But it does get me thinking.

I work with the concept of landscape, and landscape managing. (Not landscaping, those guys get better paid than me) The concept of landscape is somewhat similar to the concept of ecosystem you know from basic biology, but besides biotic and abiotic factors, you also have to involve cultural factors, that is, humans. There is not a single area of "pristine" untouched nature in the world, that is a myth. Humans have managed these landscapes for as long as they have lived in them. The Amazon, what many people think about when they think about "unspoilt" nature, has a high proportion of domesticated plants growing on it, which were and are still used by the people who live on it, and there once were great civilizations thriving on it. Forests and gardens leave their mark, so much that we can use them to find abandoned settlements. From hunter-gatherers tending and preserving the species vital to their survival in the tundra to engineers in Hong-Kong creating new islands for airports, every human culture has managed their natural resources, creating a landscape.

And this means these landscapes we enjoy are not natural creations. They are affected by natural enviroments; biomes do exist, species have a natural distribution. But they are created and managed by humans. Humans who decide what is valuable to them and what is not. The Dutch, seemingly, found the tidal marshes useless, and they created a new landscape, which changed the history of their nation forever. We here in modern Argentina changed our perception of Iberá, decided to take another approach, and now we made it a cherished part of our heritage, which will also speak about us in the future.

Ultimately, what is a useless swamp to be drained or a beautiful expanse of nature to be cherished depends in our culture, in us humans. We are the ones who manage and change ecosystems based in our economics, our culture, our society. This will become increasingly important, as climate change and ecological degradation becomes harsher and undeniable. We will have to decide what nature is worth to us. Think about what is it worth to you.

#I REALLY had to restrain myself not to make a football joke about the netherlands #cosas mias #ecology #biology #culture #cultural landscapes

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