#My heart wants to reduce-reuse

[adinafay]

It should not be 5X cheaper to buy a replacement for an entire item than just a replacement part for an item.

[book-of-dreams]

It’s also repairable! I have a leather jacket that got a little hole torn in the shoulder, right in the middle of the panel (it’s a fairly thin leather). I moved to a new city and discovered there’s a leather and furs shop that sells refurbished vintage leather and furs and does repairs. I didn’t really think that my coat could be repaired but I took it to the shop along with another coat that’s about 50-60 years old with a tear at the pocket. The ancient Hungarian proprietor was like yeah, not a problem. He repaired both coats perfectly. Try repairing similar damage on synthetic leathers - it won’t hold.

Repairability is one of the most important aspects of sustainable consumption. Whenever possible, repair rather than replace. And you can only do that if you have items that are made with repairable materials and constructed in repairable ways.

That post I made over new years had people at my THROAT for saying I only buy real leather. Sorry I really do think that wearing textured plastic that will fall apart in under 5 years and go on to irreparably poison the environment is the worse option here.

[linkons-most-wanted]

Honest Expressions

Where Hearts Live Extended Edition Ch 11

I give a mock sigh. “You drive a hard bargain.” “Does it sweeten the pot if I tell you it’s a date?” A grin spreads across my face, and then embarrassed at how transparent I am, I tilt the camera away from my face again. “That’s fine I guess.” “There’ll even be flowers. Someone made sure I had plenty. I’m sure a few will still be alive.” I tilt the camera back to my skeptical expression. “I’m not sure re-gifting counts.” “Isn’t it like at the park? You were so excited to chant along, ‘reduce, reuse, recycle’. I’m just being… eco-friendly.” “I guess I can’t argue with that. I do still have one complaint, though.” “Oh?” “What if… Saturday is too far away.” “You can see me anytime you want, kitten.” “I know, it’s just…” “Just what?” “Well, you’d get sick of me.” Sylus laughs as if I just made a joke. “That’s impossible.” “Wanna bet?” “I do, actually. Next time you want to take a ‘long vacation’, let me bid on it. Whatever you want—intel, connections, cash—I’ll get you double. At least. Now, what’s this look for?” “I dunno, didn’t they say at the park that males will sometimes present females with food? It’s like you just said ‘a zebra, a rhino, an ostrich, whatever you want, I’ll get it for you.’” “Your imagination is astonishing.” “But am I wrong?” I grin at him. He cracks a smile, which is as good as a signed confession when it comes to Sylus.

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[tookishcombeferre]

dear odysseus, every walk back to my car these days feels like it's twenty years long. in the glance over my shoulder, i see a bloodbath, deception, people murdering strangers who simply come in peace. i am also just a man, who would love to get home, my spouse and child, waiting and running wild, clinging to the pages of your tome. odysseus, are we destined to repeat mistakes made in every epic poem, literary heroes simply reduced, reused, recycled to be remade in the flames purified until we no longer carry blame? am i your penance, your purgatory, ody, am i your reincarnation remade? bows were the only gym class unit passed, falling behind and falling fast, strength usually falls to my wit. where am i in the epic, ody? screams haunt my dreams, and, so many men's forms are revealed, can we stop the mutiny? teach the lesson humans ought to have learned? i want to believe we still can, but my heart is broken, and i know you understand, these words i speak and leave unspoken, from the heart of a grieving man. dear ody, p. s. shuller.

[otomehonyaku]

otomehonyaku writes ☽ a puppet loosely strung (Ruki × OC, paid commission)

☽ Contains subtle NSFW, first time, light gore, blood and bite play, choking, depictions of violence and copious amounts of Ruki thirstposting, as always. ☽ This commission, the stunning artwork and OC Koizumi Ira are all courtesy of @nemuinikoi! Please check her out because she’s insanely talented (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) ☽ Full text under the cut.

SUMMARY | A little while ago, @nemuinikoi approached me about commissioning an original short story from me featuring her OC Ira! I don’t usually do commissions for creative writing (since writing is quite a personal, subjective thing for me) but I couldn’t have wished for a kinder, lovelier and more patient first commissioner who just let me go wild with it (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)♡ Also, fear not: my fellow Ruki enthusiasts (even those not into OCs) will be able to enjoy this one hehe

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It was one thing to make sacrifices for the one you love. Parting with copious amounts of your own blood at their beck and call, however, felt a little excessive when you could not even be sure your love was reciprocated.

The moment I had laid eyes on the Mukamis’ eldest in the moonlit hallways of the academy, still oblivious to who and what he was, it was almost as if I knew that I would offer my body and soul to him if he so wished. Hair as black as night, sterling silver eyes, broad shoulders that narrowed into a slender, athletic body. A low, smooth voice that held such command that it surely left many women begging to be conquered by him. 

Every part of Ruki was honed to perfection.

And yet the man had never spared me so much as a glance. 

It was easier to admit in hindsight, but the attention I was used to getting as the academy’s—albeit infamous—modelling prodigy had left me vulnerable. I should have seen it coming. I could have known that Ruki was inhuman, purposely ensnaring me in his trap with his cold treatment because he knew I wanted him so badly. I could have realised that I would eventually have to pay for my morbid curiosity with my blood.

So, so much of my blood, flowing straight from my veins into his greedy mouth. 

While I sincerely doubted that I lived up to Ruki’s expectations of a demure, obedient Eve, it had certainly made him hellbent on finding out how far my blood could take him.

I sat on the window sill in the Mukami mansion’s guest room, my feet propped up onto the narrow surface while I bathed in the light of the full moon. The page I had been trying to write on was now crumpled in my fist. Foolish as I was, I had hoped that a journal could be an outlet for my frustration, but to no avail. I tore the paper from its binding and tossed it to the floor with a grunt. 

Rain beat tirelessly against the window. It was almost as though the weather gods were mourning my freedom along with me. 

As obsessed as I was with Ruki, I hated being reduced to prey. 

“The role suits you well, I assure you.”

The vampire spoke quietly from the shadows. The sound was like the low rumble of thunder after a flash of lightning, but it startled me all the same. Had I been thinking aloud? My head whipped around in the direction of Ruki’s voice. His eyes shone like beacons in the dark corner of the room. 

I quickly regained my composure and scoffed at his remark. “What do you want?” 

“Ira.” Ruki enunciated each syllable of my name with such restraint that it rooted me to my spot. 

It was all I needed to know. 

“Don’t—don’t come near me…” For a moment, I despised myself for sounding so weak, but the palpable tension in the air made my heart stutter. 

There was always a certain intimacy in the violence Ruki inflicted on me—the kind I found myself craving in his absence. I felt like I might wilt if I went without it for too long. In some deliciously morbid way, I enjoyed challenging him. I enjoyed the way my spine intuitively straightened when he was near, anticipating his retaliation.

I realised it had been a few days since Ruki had last bitten me, and even a fool could tell that he was at the mercy of the full moon. The hunger all but radiated from him. I swept my legs over the edge of the window sill and turned to face Ruki directly, prepared to defend myself. My efforts backfired immediately. 

I had inadvertently given Ruki an opening to step between my legs as though I was welcoming him with open arms. Was I? Did I lose control over my body that easily around him? Ruki closed the distance between us, seizing the opportunity immediately. 

A lick of ice ran down my spine at his proximity. In my head, I shouted a string of profanities at myself in an effort to silence the little devil on my shoulder who was ecstatic at this turn of events. I needed to take my mind off of Ruki fast. Off of the feeling of his hips, clad in the woolly fabric of his uniform slacks, brushing against my inner thighs… 

Well, shit. Ruki somehow always managed to get me exactly where he wanted me. 

“Look at you, always so eager to be touched. It has been a while, hasn’t it?” Ruki loomed over me, twirling a strand of my amethyst hair between his fingers before brushing it behind my shoulder with a chuckle. “Well, worry not. Just for tonight, I will give you my undivided attention.”

I shot him a glare. “Get over yourself.”

“No use lying. Your pulse is all but screaming my name, little witch.” His voice was a lover’s caress, sweet and thick like honey. “I must feed. I would advise you to offer your blood to me yourself if you prefer it to be pleasurable.”

A tempting offer, but my sense of self-preservation kept me from answering. How dare he call me a witch?

In the blink of an eye, Ruki jerked my chin upwards with his hand and buried his face in the sensitive spot in the crook of my neck. 

A familiar sharp pain made my vision go white. I stifled a cry.

No matter how many times Ruki bit me, it never felt the same. Never routine, no matter how inextricable the pleasure and agony. Today, however, it was clear that Ruki made it hurt just to spite me. His fangs ravished my skin, sinking in all the way to his gums while he drank deeply. I gritted my teeth. Soon after, his venom settled over me like a warm blanket, numbing the pain until an equally intoxicating jolt of pleasure made my legs clench around his hips, beckoning him closer.

Ruki tipped his head back to revel in the taste of my blood, a satisfied noise coming from deep within him. 

The sudden sight of the column of his neck, stark white and on full display, awakened an unexpected, almost primal sensation deep inside of me. 

It was an instant relief of pressure, like the snap of a bowstring that had been pulled taut for much too long. A dull ringing in my ears drowned out all noise around me, if only for a moment. Even Ruki’s ragged breathing faded to the background. That small stretch of his skin was all I saw. 

Before I realised what was happening, my head tipped forward and my teeth found their way to Ruki’s cool flesh as if on instinct.

Part of me felt a little silly, like a milk-toothed child trying to bite into an apple for the first time, but that feeling ebbed away soon after I pierced his skin with some effort. It was unclear whether Ruki had gone into shock at the unexpected assault or, for some Godforsaken reason, simply allowed me to have my way with him, but I felt his body go rigid under my touch. My fingers curled around the collar of his uniform shirt to pull him closer as I drew blood. I barely suppressed a moan when the thick liquid pooled on my tongue. 

The taste took me completely off-guard. It was not the metallic taste I was expecting, nor was it necessarily sweet, like he tended to describe my blood. It was strong. Heady, yet refined, like an aged wine. Even a slight bitterness that reminded me of a strongly brewed coffee, and a hint of spice that warmed me despite our differences in temperature. It nourished me. It felt like coming home.

Never in my life had I given thought to consuming another person’s blood, let alone Ruki’s—I was clearly at the bottom of the supernatural food chain—but it was difficult to imagine I could ever go on living without this. There was a hint of something familiar and yet I could not quite put my finger on it. Whatever the case, the blood of this damned vampire was undeniably my poison of choice. I already dreaded the strings I would have to pull to get more.

The flush of heat it sent through my body uncoiled my muscles and paralysed my senses to the point that all I could focus on was Ruki—my lips on his skin, our chests pressed together, his presence between my legs so close that I only now realised my skirt was hiked up. It was intoxicating, the way Ruki’s blood unravelled me. 

I felt like I now owned a part of him, whereas up until this point, it had been a one-sided game of possession. Ruki had only laid his claim on me. 

Well, not entirely, at least. Not yet.

In a bout of anaemia and under the debilitating spell of Ruki’s blood, my head pounded with a stronger desire than I had ever felt for him before. 

The mere thought of Ruki claiming the last of my innocence made me weak at the knees. In all honesty, this was not the first time I fantasised about it. It had been before he had reeled me in like the deceptive,  bloodthirsty creature he was—we were alike in that sense—but the fact that Ruki was inhuman only heightened the excitement. The proof of his own desire brushing against my lower abdomen certainly did not help, either.

Fuck. This was bad.

A hand cradled the back of my head, tendrils of my hair twisted around Ruki’s fingers while my tongue lapped at his skin. I took it as encouragement, but with one sharp tug, Ruki forced my head upright. 

“What do you think you’re doing, Livestock?”  

His derogatory nickname for me still irked me, but it went right over my head in the moment. I was still trying to blink through the blood-induced haze. “Almighty Mother of—”

Ruki yanked my hair again, making me cry out. The shock of pain it sent through my scalp called me back to reality but did nothing to dispel the heat spreading through me like a wildfire. If anything, it only fanned the flames.

 I whimpered, my senses completely confused.

Ruki’s face hovered over mine. “Hold it. You should know better than to curse me. Explain to your master what you’ve just done.” Little puffs of his breath brushed against my lips as he spoke with enough authority to make me shrink in on myself. His eyes searched my face warily, almost as if he were at a complete loss; his pupils, though, were still dilated with hunger, the misty grey of his irises only a thin rim around them. 

Had nobody ever bitten him before? It seemed implausible. You would think humans and creatures alike would claw each other’s eyes out to get a taste of this vampire.

My eyes trailed down to his neck again, fixating on the two small crescent moon-shaped indents left by my teeth. The skin was already stitching itself back together, but little flecks of his blood stained the collar of his shirt. It was a much darker shade of red than my own, almost black. 

I felt a twang of guilt despite the desire flooding my belly at the sight of him, especially as dishevelled as he looked right now.  “I-I’m sorry, I just—”

“I did not ask for an apology. Yet.” Ruki tightened his grip on my hair, urging me to confess my sins.

“I… bit you and… drank your blood without your permission.”

“So you did. And?”

If I did not own up to my desires, we would be going round in circles for hours until I did. Emboldened by Ruki’s blood in my system, I leaned in a little closer, the tips of our noses brushing. “You taste better than I expected.”

“Is that all?” Ruki let out a scornful laugh. “I appreciate your honesty, but you have no idea what my blood will do to you, do you?”

Fine. Two could play this game. 

“I think I’m well underway, actually,” I breathed, a conspiratory smile on my lips, “and I think we might be able to help each other. It’s just as obvious what my blood does to you. Want me to play your little Eve? Let me drink from you more often.” 

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,.” Ruki’s hand closed around my chin and forced me to look him in the eye. “You’re sorely mistaken if you think the two of us are on equal footing. I own you.”

Did Ruki feel threatened by me? The corners of my mouth twitched, my smile growing a little wider with the realisation. All it had taken was a few drops of his blood on my tongue. Maybe that meant that, one day, I might get him on his knees for me if I worked hard enough. 

I made a show of running my tongue over my lower lip, savouring the last traces of his essence. The taste elicited a soft hum from the back of my throat. 

“Humour me,” I taunted.

“Oh, believe me,” Ruki cooed, dipping his head so I could feel his breath hot against my ear, “I will ruin you.”

My shirt buttons were flying across the room faster than my mind could process.

Ruki all but tore my uniform apart to expose my upper body. He took a brief moment to appreciate the marks of his ownership that were already dotted across my chest before closing his mouth over the peak of one of my breasts. 

It was one of the few patches of skin that had been left unharmed—possibly for this occasion, I realised. I cried out at the white-hot sting of his fangs penetrating me deeper and deeper, and yet the slightest flick of his tongue had me buckling my hips against his.

The act of drinking blood tended to be pleasurable for both sides to begin with, but this unusually forward approach had me cursing under my breath. I clawed at the lapel of Ruki’s uniform, arching desperately into his touch. I caught his sharp inhale when my nails accidentally grazed the marks my teeth had left in his neck.

Interesting. I thought to tease him with my newfound knowledge of this weakness, but his teeth struck me again before I got the chance. 

Ruki’s hands soon found their way to my bare thighs. Long fingers inched up the length of them all the way under the hem of my skirt, leaving goosebumps in their wake. A wry sense of dread formed in the back of my mind. As much as I wanted him and as drunk as I was on this delicious concoction of his blood and his venom, I had not considered the possibility that he would take me up on my provocations. My cheeks burned at the prospect.

At last, Ruki’s fingers hooked under the lace trim of my panties.

"This is your first time," he whispered feverishly against my skin, simply stating the fact, while he peppered kisses all the way from the fresh cuts on my breasts and past my throat until his lips reached the shell of my ear. I could feel the deep red stains he left on me along the way. "I am going to hurt you, but you aren’t exactly opposed to that, are you?” 

Losing my virginity to this man seemed nothing short of terrifying, but the ache in my lower abdomen demanded relief. Lust dictated my every move, my every word.

The slightest shake of my head was all it took.

In the span of a breath, my panties were reduced to tattered scraps of fabric on the floor. The chill of the air hit my burning skin. I whined against the cold, but was cut short when Ruki’s fingers found the apex of my thighs. 

Nothing else mattered.

Through half-lidded eyes, head tipped back against the window while his fingers pleasured me unabashedly, I clung to Ruki’s hungry gaze as though it was my anchor to this very world. I watched in awe as he raised the same two digits to his mouth and hollowed his cheeks to relish the unfamiliar taste. It struck me as a little odd when his jaw tightened around his fingers, though before I could give it any thought, he thrust them between my lips. The fresh, rich blood on my tongue sent me into a frenzy once more.

Tears pricked in the corners of my eyes while Ruki claimed my innocence with such ferocity that it stole the air from my lungs. Skin on skin, teeth on bone, each other’s blood on our tongues. We were both drunk and delirious. It was impossible to do anything but surrender to my senses. The world became blurry around us. Ruki was all I knew.

Ruki pressed his forehead to mine after what felt like eternity, our laboured breaths mingling and the scent of iron heavy in the air. Stars plagued my vision and my head spun even after I had come down. Being with Ruki was almost like being on a never-ending carousel. 

I was glad to still feel the shape of his mouth on mine in a deep, demanding kiss. It chipped away at the remains of my consciousness.

“You insufferable woman,” Ruki chastised, his voice no more than a whisper. “You haunt me, Ira.”

Good enough for me, I thought, smiling triumphantly against his lips before I let the darkness take me.

[airi-p4]

Spark joy

Hi! I wrote a new short fic. It's the one I shared for this past Six Sentence Sunday.

Enjoy?

Summary:

When Alya and Sabine scold Marinette, she finally cleans up and tidies her room.

…and her heart.

AO3

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It all started with her best friend's comment:

"Girl, I have no idea how you plan to find anything in this mess! No wonder you lose and forget everything!"

…Which her mother's scolding seconded:

"Marinette, what's with this mess!? I know it’s summer vacation but you should tidy up your room. C'mon! Clean it up!"

"But-" the girl tried to protest, but was interrupted.

"If you don't, then I'll do it myself. And I'll throw away whatever I feel like. Don't come crying to me if you miss something!" 

Marinette knew from the hands on her hips, the annoyed brows and the threatening tone, that she was being serious.

"No, please! Don't throw anything away! I'll do it!"

"Tomorrow is Sunday. I want to see everything clean and tidy by the end of the day!"

"Okay…"

___

They were both right: her room was untidy. 

A total mess. 

But how was she supposed to tidy up her room? All cupboards, drawers and boxes were already stuffed. Where was she supposed to put all her new staff in these conditions?

A visit to Mylene's house that Saturday afternoon gave her a completely new impression.

Minimalistic. Green. Tidy.

Pretty. 

"Wow, Mylene. Your room is so clean and tidy!" Marinette admired it, looking around. "How do you always keep it so nice?"

"Have you ever heard of 'the life-changing magic of tidying up'? Or Marie Kondo?"

Mylene opened her eyes with a new vision of the world.

___

The main idea of Mylene's advice to tidy up her room was easy: 

You ask yourself a question about a certain item: "does it spark joy to you?" 

If the answer is "yes," it stays, if the answer is "no," it goes away.

Moreover, it is important to take notice of how your body reacts to the object. 

Tidying up with this method consists of repeating this process until only items that spark joy remain.

Simple. 

Even Marinette should be able to do it.

She decided to try it out.

Back at home, she started with the items on her desk.

The sewing machine, the fabrics, the accessories, the glitter, the buttons, the measuring tape, the scissors… all the sewing tools and supplies- they all sparked joy. They were clearly staying.

Her school books and homework… they didn't spark joy. But those were obligations- responsibilities-, just like her earrings. She couldn't throw them away (even if she secretly wished to sometimes).

Her drawing tools and crafting materials; stickers, washi tapes, patterned paper and sketchbooks… They were all surely staying. So much joy in drawing and designing!

She continued looking around when her little friend approached.

"What about this, Marinette?" Tikki asked, carrying a dusty exotic mask around. "I don't think you need this…"

"No! Don't throw it away, Tikki!" She quickly grabbed it. "I got this from one of grandma Ginna's trips! I have to keep it!" 

"Does it spark joy, then?"

"It does! Well, not exactly, but we had a welcome party for her that day, and papa baked a cake that day. It brings back good memories!" She fondly recalled. "The mask stays. And so do all of granny Ginna's souvenirs!"

"What about Ginna's candy…?" 

"Oh- Ugh… I thought I had gotten rid of all of them…" she made a disgusted expression. "Definitely doesn't spark joy. We're throwing them. It's not a secret anymore that I don't like them so…"

"That's true," Tikki nodded, throwing the candy inside the trash bin. 

Marinette moved to her cupboard next.

"All my clothes obviously stay!"

"Aren't these too small for you, Marinette?" Tikki asked at the sight of child sized outfits.

"They are, but I plan to reuse them for creating new pieces of clothing- giving them a second life. There's that '3R: recycling, reuse and reduce' event that Mylene promotes coming soon. We gotta do what we can to save the planet!"

Tikki nodded with a grin, and proceeded to imitate Marinette's arms in a cross shape pose, ready to say a tv program's motto in unison:

"Little changes are powerful!"

They laughed together as they continued tidying up.

___

"My bed!" Marinette jumped, wiggling her legs. "The cat plushie is obviously staying!" She hummed happily. "And the books and the night light too!" She collected and put them back on the shelf.

"Comfy" Tikki muffled snuggling the long cushion. 

Marinette giggled at her cuteness. 

“Should I throw my alarm clock away…?” she asked, cheekily. “Marinette, don’t!”

“I’m joking, Tikki!” She laughed at the kwami’s protest.

"Okay, next is-" 

Her heart skipped a beat, and suddenly, her mood dropped- body tense and mouth turning into a flat line.

"What's wrong, Marinette?" Tikki asked. But then she looked where Marinette was staring at and she understood.

The cork board… and the photos.

"Oh…"

Adrien's photos had been there for a long time. Since that rainy day when he gave her his umbrella and that thunder struck some months ago- and when she (and her friends, including Tikki) had convinced herself that it had been love at first sight, just because of a nice one-time gesture. 

Since then, she had done some crazy things to get Adrien's attention- some on her own and some others encouraged by others- all of them with the same result: a fiasco. Only embarrassment and humiliation from her part. 

It was tiring.

Plus the model boy had never paid special attention to her anyway… 

Well, except-

The lucky charm Adrien gave her for her birthday. 

Right- she hadn't cleaned up that drawer yet…

He did put effort into it, since it was handmade. 

For a "friend," he had said. 

It was so obvious he didn't feel anything more for her. 

The current question was: "Do these photos spark joy?"

She went into deep thought.

"Marinette? What are you thinking?"

"Tikki, I think… I think Adrien's photos do not spark joy"

"What?"

"I can't recall what's good about Adrien anymore, Tikki. All the girls' plans to get closer to him always fail and I get humiliated or embarrassed in front of him and everyone else as a result. People think I’m crazy… Geez- I can't even articulate a single word or talk to him like a normal person at all!" She sighed. "And after the failure with the statue at the wax museum…" that was probably the last straw. Too much. A turning point.

Tikki looked at her in concern.

"I don't know, Tikki. I think loving Adrien doesn't spark joy to me anymore. At all"

"But, Marinette-!" The kwami gasped.

"You've just seen it, Tikki! Whenever I look at these photos, my mood darkens and I get sadder, anxious, uncomfortable-" she took a deep breath. "Yes, both these photos and going after Adrien do not spark joy" she looked at Tikki. "I'm getting rid of the photos"

"Are you sure…?"

"I'm sure"

"What about the lucky charm? Are you going to throw it away, too?" 

"I don't know… I think I'll keep it. At least for now? I hate throwing presents and gifts away, honestly. I even keep all of Manon's ugly drawings and stones or sticks she picked up at the park because I'd feel bad for throwing them away! So I'll keep the lucky charm hidden in a drawer as a birthday present from a classmate, nothing more" 

"You know what, Marinette?"

"Hm?"

"I think this might be one reason why you're so untidy! You can't throw away the presents you've been given!"

"Tikki!" Marinette pouted at the kwami's laugh before joining her. "I think you're right…" she added, remembering a messy little pottery figure Kim gave her many years ago lying somewhere deep inside a drawer. Was it a dolphin? A snake? A monkey? Perhaps a pigeon…? Why did she even keep it if she had no idea what it was supposed to be? 

Yes, Tikki was absolutely right about her incapacity to keep her room tidy…

"Let's get rid of these photos first. I think it's time to tidy my heart as well" 

Tikki didn't question her- she could tell that the girl had set her resolve. Supportively, she helped her remove and throw them away.

___

With Adrien's photos gone (except the one with the whole class), Marinette could finally smile while looking at her corkboard. 

Photos of her with her best friend, Alya, the girls, her friends and classmates, her family, and-

It took her few seconds to realize the extra spark a certain photo caused her: 

Luka

This amazing, patient boy who was always there for her, who had been nothing but respectful and nice towards her and sometimes it even felt like their minds and hearts were completely in sync. A boy who was sweet, caring, that made her laugh and, more importantly, a true friend. Maybe a bit more than that since he… he had confessed his feelings for her some time ago- with the most beautiful words she had ever heard. She blushed at the memory, her heart beating faster. 

That alluring revelation had made her happy. 

Very happy.

And so, looking at Luka's photo felt like-

Joy.

A great amount of joy. 

Fireworks.

He never failed to bring a smile to her face (and redness to her cheeks, too).

"I guess this certain photo does spark joy, then?" Tikki teased her human friend.

"Tikki!" She flustered.

"I guess it stays?" 

"Yes, it stays. He absolutely stays" Marinette smiled warmly at his image. 

That's right, he had been busy lately and barely met up or talked. She didn't want to interrupt his summer music course but… 

She missed him.

Maybe- she could try to give him a call…? Or send him a message?

Yes, that would be nice.

A warm smile spread on her face as she typed.

'Hi Luka'

'I know you're busy with your music course and I hope I'm not disturbing you but I was wondering if you had time to talk…?'

'I mean-!'

'It doesn't have to be now! Just whenever you find the time? If you feel like it?'

Was this okay? What if she'd just disturbed him? She didn't have time to overthink it since a new message arrived on her phone.

'Hello, Marinette'

'You're not disturbing me'

'And for you, I can always make the time'

'What's up? :)'

Gosh- she loved that about him… And his eyes… and his smile..

Wait- don’t get distracted! 

Focus, Marinette!

‘I wanted to tell you something,’ she texted.

Luka: ‘Sure. What is it?’

Marinette: ‘You spark joy’

Luka: ‘???’

Luka: ‘I spark joy?’

Marinette: ‘Yes!’ 

Marinette: ‘A lot of joy!’

Luka: ‘???’

Luka: ‘What’s this about?’

Luka: ‘What am I missing…?’

Luka: ‘I can almost hear you giggling on the other side of the phone’

He wasn't wrong. She was giggling.

This boy lived on the Liberty, a houseboat that was a hundred times untidier and messier than her own room. She didn't expect him to know much about tidying up- even though she knew he and his sister Juleka secretly cleaned when Anarka was out. 

Besides, Marinette really couldn't picture the Captain asking herself if all that junk she had around sparked joy- the image alone was very funny in her head.

Luka: ‘So you're really not going to tell me? I'm curious now’ 

Marinette: ‘Fine, I'll tell you’

Marinette: ‘But only if you agree to go out with me the next day you’re free!’

Gosh-! She did it! She asked him out!

Luka: ‘Sure. I'd love to’

Luka: ‘I'm free on Wednesday’

Marinette: ‘Wednesday it is!’

Luka: ‘Cool :)’

Marinette: ‘It's a date ;) ’

…

There was a long pause. 

Did she break him (hopefully)? Was he squealing like she had just briefly done after sending the message? Kicking his feet as she did too, a moment ago? Or maybe he was more the type to yell at the pillow…? 

She didn't scare him, did she…?

Her heart was beating fast with anticipation. 

And his reply arrived.

It was a short audio with some happy guitar notes. 

Luka: ‘Great!’

Luka: ‘I’m looking forward to it! :D ’

She giggled happily as Tikki hugged her. 

Marinette: ‘I'll bring macarons!’

Luka: ‘Awesome!’

He sent another audio, this time longer, filled with more happy guitar tunes.

Both of their silly smiles didn’t leave their faces for the rest of the day.

By the evening, her room was clean and tidy to Sabine's surprise and delight. 

What Marinette’s mother didn’t know yet was that her heart was also clean and tidy, probably even more than her room. At some point, she should really throw away all these useless presents she still collected… Sooner rather than later, probably. 

It still amazed her how, with just the removal of a few photos, her heart felt much happier and lighter, filled with a great amount of joy towards a wonderful blue-haired boy as she excitedly awaited their date on Wednesday.

Little changes were powerful, indeed.

Fin

[diamond-dangeresque]

Explanation in my tags.

Gw2 Story Tier List!!

most of the reason why i play this game is for the story, so! i figured making a tier list out of all the main story parts would be fun!

feel free to reblog this and share ur opinions!! here's mine!

i'll specify i've started lws1 but i haven't finished it. and im waiting to play soto with my partner :)

LINK TO THE TIERLIST!!!!

[lolpuns]

50+ Trashy Good Recycling Puns That Will Make You "Waste" Your Time Laughing

https://lolpuns.com/?p=1817 50+ Trashy Good Recycling Puns That Will Make You "Waste" Your Time Laughing Looking for a way to make environmentally friendly discussions more fun? We’ve got you covered with our collection of recycling puns that are too good to waste! These clever wordplays will help spread eco-awareness while keeping everyone entertained. Table of Contents Toggle 10 Trashy-Good Recycling Puns That Won’t Go to WasteWhy These Recycling Puns Deserve a Second LifeThe Environmental Impact of HumorHow Puns Make Sustainability More Accessible“Bin There, Done That”: Classic Container PunsGarbage Can WordplayDumpster Diving Into Humor“Waste Not, Want Pun”: Trash-Transformation WordplayUpcycling Your LanguageCompost-ively Hilarious Phrases“It’s Re-Cycle-Logical”: Bike and Circle PunsSpinning Wheels of WordplayGoing Full Circle With Humor“Paper or Plastic?” Packaging Material PunsCardboard Cutouts of ComedyPlastic Fantastic Wordplays“Metal Matters”: Tin and Aluminum Can JokesCrushing the Comedy GameShiny Nuggets of Humor“Glass Acts”: Bottle and Jar PunsCrystal Clear HumorShattering ExpectationsUsing Recycling Puns in Environmental EducationCaptivating Students Through WordplayMaking Conservation MemorableHow to Craft Your Own Recycling PunsFinding the Right MaterialsAssembling Your Punny CreationConclusion: These Puns Are Too Good to Throw AwayFrequently Asked QuestionsWhat are recycling puns?Why are recycling puns effective for environmental messaging?How can recycling puns build community?What are some examples of container-related recycling puns?How do bicycle themes enhance recycling puns?What makes metal recycling puns particularly effective?How can I create my own recycling puns?Can recycling puns lead to meaningful environmental action? 10 Trashy-Good Recycling Puns That Won’t Go to Waste I’m “bin” thinking about you – Perfect for recycling-themed Valentine’s cards or when gifting eco-friendly presents to your environmentally conscious friends. Don’t waste your talent – This pun works wonderfully as motivation for eco-warriors who need a reminder that their efforts matter in the grand scheme of sustainability. You’re “rubbish” at hiding your feelings – A playful way to compliment someone’s authenticity while sneaking in a recycling reference that’ll make them smile. Let’s “reduce” the drama and “reuse” our energy for something positive – This clever wordplay incorporates two of the three Rs of sustainability in one go, making it perfect for diffusing tense situations. This relationship is totally “recyclable” – Use this when talking about partnerships that continue to renew and refresh themselves over time, just like the recycling process. You make my heart “go green” – An adorable way to express your feelings while nodding to environmental consciousness that works great on eco-friendly greeting cards. “Waste” not, want not – A classic saying that doubles as a recycling pun when used in conversations about reducing consumption or reusing materials. I’m “compost-ive” we can make this work – Perfect for expressing optimism about a challenging project or relationship while incorporating sustainability language. That idea is pure “garbage”… in the best possible way – Use this to compliment innovative upcycling concepts or creative reuse projects that transform trash into treasure. We’ve got great “chemistry” for recycling – This science-based pun works wonderfully when discussing the technical aspects of recycling processes or when collaborating on environmental initiatives. Why These Recycling Puns Deserve a Second Life Recycling puns offer more than just a quick laugh—they serve as creative tools to engage people in environmental conversations. These clever plays on words make sustainability more approachable while encouraging positive interactions with topics that might otherwise seem dry or overwhelming. The Environmental Impact of Humor Humor significantly impacts environmental awareness by transforming serious subjects into accessible discussions. When we share recycling puns, we’re actually promoting sustainability by sparking conversations and motivating people to take meaningful action. Research shows that recycling alone reduces greenhouse gas emissions by only 2-3 percent, but the engagement generated through humorous approaches can lead to more substantial behavioral changes. These playful expressions like “Reduce, reuse, and re-pun!” create entry points for deeper environmental discussions, allowing complex topics to be addressed in a non-threatening manner. How Puns Make Sustainability More Accessible Recycling puns effectively bridge the gap between environmental issues and everyday conversation. They create a lighter mood around sustainability topics, making eco-friendly concepts more relatable and enjoyable for everyone. This approach helps combat the common tendency to focus solely on recycling rather than the more impactful reduction and reuse practices. By incorporating phrases like “I’m feeling a bit trashy!” into casual interactions, we create opportunities for community building around eco-friendly habits. The shareable nature of these puns encourages people to spread environmental awareness naturally, contributing to a broader cultural shift toward sustainability without feeling preachy or demanding. “Bin There, Done That”: Classic Container Puns Container-related wordplay offers a treasure trove of recycling humor that’s both clever and environmentally conscious. These classic puns turn everyday waste receptacles into sources of laughter while promoting eco-friendly habits. Garbage Can Wordplay Garbage cans inspire some of the most creative recycling puns around. “Bin-credible at Recycling” boasts about recycling skills with a playful twist that makes environmental action sound impressive. We’ve found that “Recycling Keeps My Karma Green” resonates with many eco-conscious individuals by connecting personal values to environmental actions. Another favorite is “I’m Bin to Work!” which personifies waste containers with an enthusiastic work ethic toward recycling. These container-based jokes transform ordinary objects into conversation starters about sustainability. Dumpster Diving Into Humor Taking recycling humor to the next level, dumpster-themed puns encourage action with witty wordplay. “Don’t Waste Time; Recycle It!” serves as both a humorous reminder and a call to action for immediate recycling efforts. We particularly love “Trash the Excuses, Recycle the Vibes!” for its positive approach to overcoming recycling hesitation. “Bin-Win Situation” cleverly highlights how everyone benefits from proper waste management practices. These puns demonstrate how environmental messaging can be both entertaining and effective, making sustainability concepts more accessible through humor rather than lecturing. “Waste Not, Want Pun”: Trash-Transformation Wordplay Recycling puns blend environmental advocacy with humor, reframing sustainability concepts through playful language. These clever wordplays transform ordinary eco-conversations into captivating exchanges that stick in people’s minds. Upcycling Your Language Creative wordplay transforms recycling terminology into memorable expressions that promote sustainability. “Plastic dreams are better when recycled” highlights the importance of material reuse while making the message more appealing. Artistic metaphors like “Bin-casso” and “re-cycling realism” effectively link creativity to sustainability practices, making the concept more relatable to art enthusiasts. We’ve found that eco-hero motifs resonate particularly well with audiences when framed as “Recycling is like a superhero—saving the industry one can at a time,” which casts waste management in a heroic light. These linguistic transformations turn ordinary recycling concepts into sticky phrases that promote positive environmental behaviors without feeling preachy. Compost-ively Hilarious Phrases Anthropomorphism stands out as a popular technique in recycling humor, giving life to inanimate objects like in “Why did the aluminum can get into comedy? It wanted to crush the competition!” This approach creates immediate connection through personification. Aspirational messaging such as “Recycling keeps my karma green” ties environmental actions to personal values, making sustainability feel like a moral choice rather than just a practical one. Platforms like Redbubble have recognized the cultural appeal of these puns, commercializing them on merchandise and amplifying their reach. The simplification of complex environmental concepts through relatable phrases like “Think green, act clean, and recycle everything in between” makes sustainability accessible to everyone. These puns serve as viral content on social platforms, demonstrating their important role in mainstream environmental discourse while encouraging engagement without heavy-handed lecturing. “It’s Re-Cycle-Logical”: Bike and Circle Puns Combining bicycle themes with recycling creates a perfect wheelhouse for clever environmental wordplay. We’ve gathered some of the most spoke-tacular puns that bring together our love for cycling and sustainability. Spinning Wheels of Wordplay Pedaling toward sustainability becomes even more enjoyable with these cycle-inspired recycling puns. “Recycling is a spin on saving the planet” captures how small actions create momentum for environmental change. Bicycle imagery naturally complements recycling concepts since both involve continuous motion and renewal. “I’m wheely passionate about recycling” adds a playful twist to expressing environmental commitment. Sustainability advocates often use phrases like “Let’s handle-bar the waste problem together” to encourage community participation. These wheel-based puns turn ordinary conversations about environmentalism into captivating exchanges that stick in people’s minds long after they hear them. Going Full Circle With Humor The cyclical nature of recycling perfectly aligns with circular imagery to create memorable environmental messages. “Recycling brings things full circle, back to nature” elegantly captures the essence of sustainability processes. Creating a loop of resource use becomes more approachable with phrases like “It’s cycle-logical to reuse and recycle,” making environmental concepts accessible to everyone. Circular reasoning actually makes sense when applied to phrases like “What goes around comes around – especially recyclables!” The concept of completing the circle appears in clever lines such as “Don’t break the chain of sustainability – recycle!” Organizations promoting zero-waste initiatives often leverage these circular references to illustrate how recycling completes the product lifecycle rather than ending it. These puns serve as powerful metaphors that help visualize abstract environmental processes in tangible, relatable ways. “Paper or Plastic?” Packaging Material Puns Cardboard Cutouts of Comedy Recycling humor takes a box-shaped turn with cardboard puns that package laughs and environmental messaging together. “Recycling is a bin-win situation” offers a clever container double entendre that resonates with eco-conscious jokesters. Anthropomorphized material jokes add personality to sustainability conversations, with quips like “I told my garbage can it was recycling time. It said, I’m bin to work!” bringing cardboard bins to life. Seasonal variations keep the humor fresh year-round, as evidenced by winter-themed jokes such as “What’s a recycling bin’s favorite winter sport? Re-cycling down the slopes!” These cardboard cutouts of comedy work particularly well on merchandise and social media, where brevity and visual associations help the puns stick with audiences. Plastic Fantastic Wordplays Plastic puns mold environmental messaging into memorable phrases that highlight material reuse humor. Container-exact quips like “Why did the bottle wear a scarf in winter? It wanted to stay warm while being recycled!” give personality to everyday items we discard. Process-oriented examples transform recycling into heroic action with lines such as “Recycling is like a superhero—it’s saving the industry one can at a time!” These plastic fantastic wordplays often emphasize durability with variations of “I’m not trashy, I’m classy” adapted specifically for bottles and containers. Material anthropomorphism continues to dominate this category, creating relatable characters out of recyclable items. Concise phrases like “Reduce, reuse, and re-pun!” appear frequently on merchandise, keeping the messaging both entertaining and actionable while maintaining the under-10-word brevity that makes these puns so shareable and memorable. “Metal Matters”: Tin and Aluminum Can Jokes Metal recycling puns forge environmental awareness with humor, making sustainability more captivating. These tin and aluminum can jokes help transform eco-consciousness into entertaining wordplay that resonates with audiences. Crushing the Comedy Game Metal recycling humor crushes the competition with witty puns that make sustainability fun. “Recycling is like a superhero—it’s saving the industry one can at a time!” perfectly captures how everyday actions create meaningful environmental impact. “Metal never dies; it just recycles!” reminds us of the perpetual value of these materials in our waste stream. Environmentalists often use the phrase “Recycling metal is like striking gold!” to emphasize the economic and ecological benefits of metal recovery programs. These clever expressions transform routine recycling into memorable moments while reinforcing important sustainability concepts. Shiny Nuggets of Humor Aluminum and tin cans provide brilliant material for environmental wordplay that sticks with audiences. “I’m so into recycling, it’s rubbish how much I love it!” offers a playful contradiction that highlights genuine enthusiasm for sustainability. “I’m so good at recycling, I’m practically bin-credible” combines container references with personal accomplishment in a way that’s instantly relatable. “Metal minds think recycling is golden” elevates the conversation by connecting intellectual awareness with environmental action. “Recycling: where trash finds new life” concisely captures the groundbreaking journey of recyclable materials. These shiny nuggets of humor make sustainability discussions more accessible while encouraging continued participation in recycling programs that benefit our communities and planet. “Glass Acts”: Bottle and Jar Puns Glass containers provide a crystal-clear opportunity for recycling wordplay. These transparent treasures inspire some of the most reflective humor in the sustainability space, offering puns that are both fragile and impactful. Crystal Clear Humor Transparency takes center stage in glass recycling puns, creating jokes that are as clear as the material itself. “Crystal clear: I’m a glass act” cleverly combines the material’s properties with the concept of performance. Glass containers often speak for themselves in puns like “Glass half empty or glass half full? Either way, it’s refillable,” which brilliantly merges philosophical perspectives with environmental messaging. We’ve noticed these transparent jokes effectively blend sustainability concepts with everyday observations, making eco-consciousness more accessible. Adaptations of recycling wordplay work particularly well with glass, transforming standard jokes into specialized ones such as “Recycling is my glass act,” which emphasizes both the material and the importance of the action. Shattering Expectations Breaking-related humor adds an unexpected dimension to glass recycling puns. “I told my glass about my plans. It quickly shattered my dreams” personifies the material while playing on its fragile nature. Comparison-based jokes like “You’re so fragile, you make glass look unbreakable” flip expectations by using glass as a metaphor for resilience—an important quality in sustainable habits. Bottles develop personalities in container-exact humor, with lines such as “Why did the glass bottle apply for a job? It wanted to earn some cash!” Anthropomorphizing these items creates relatable characters that stick in memory, making recycling concepts more captivating. These puns effectively subvert expectations while reinforcing the value of glass recycling through clever wordplay that connects with both children and adults. Using Recycling Puns in Environmental Education Captivating Students Through Wordplay Recycling puns create an accessible entry point for students learning about complex environmental concepts. These clever plays on words transform potentially dry educational material into captivating content that captures attention and sparks curiosity. When educators incorporate phrases like “I told my garbage can it was recycling time. It said, I’m bin to work!” into their lessons, they’re tapping into the proven effectiveness of humor as a learning tool. Studies show that humor facilitates experiential learning by creating emotional connections to the material, making environmental education more interactive and enjoyable. Puns function as superheroes in the classroom, rescuing students from boredom with declarations like “Recycling is like a superhero—it’s saving the industry one can at a time!” This approach doesn’t just entertain—it enhances comprehension by making abstract concepts concrete through relatable analogies. Teachers report increased participation when they integrate lines such as “Recycling is a waste management’s best friend” into discussions about conservation practices. The playful nature of these expressions creates a positive learning atmosphere where students feel comfortable exploring environmental topics. Making Conservation Memorable Recycling puns stick in students’ minds long after the lesson ends, reinforcing sustainable behaviors through memorable phrases. The cognitive impact of humor extends beyond the classroom, as students recall these punny expressions when making real-industry decisions about waste disposal. Conservation concepts become anchored to these memorable phrases, creating lasting mental connections that influence environmentally responsible choices. The educational value of recycling wordplay comes from its ability to engage students on multiple levels—emotionally and intellectually. When conservation principles are delivered through creative language, students internalize the information more effectively than through traditional instructional methods. Environmental education programs that incorporate humor report higher retention rates of key concepts among participants. These puns transform ordinary conservation messages into extraordinary learning opportunities, making sustainability principles not just understood but remembered and applied in daily life. How to Craft Your Own Recycling Puns Finding the Right Materials Start by collecting common recycling terminology as your foundation. We recommend gathering eco-friendly terms like “reduce,” “reuse,” “recycle,” “compost,” and “waste” to serve as the building blocks for your puns. Play with words that have multiple meanings, such as “bin” which works perfectly in phrases like “bin-win situation” or “bin-credible” to create instant humor around recycling activities. Seasonal themes can dramatically enhance your recycling puns, allowing you to create timely jokes like calling a recycled pumpkin a “gourd-geous idea” or noting how a snowman loves recycling to “keep him cool.” Environmental concepts provide rich material for wordplay, enabling you to connect sustainability practices with everyday expressions in surprising ways. Assembling Your Punny Creation Combine recycling terms with familiar phrases to create memorable puns. We’ve found that blending sustainability vocabulary with common expressions works exceptionally well, as in “Trash the excuses, recycle the vibes” or “You’re never too old to go green—even if you’re feeling blue.” Alliteration adds a rhythmic quality to your puns, making them more captivating and memorable—try phrases like “re-cycling down the slopes” to create this effect. Playing with expectations by flipping common sayings creates surprising humor, such as transforming the recycling mantra into “reduce, reuse, and re-pun!” Incorporate characters into your recycling puns by anthropomorphizing items like cans or bottles, asking questions like “What do you call a recycled snowflake? A flake-tastic idea.” Environmental themes can be elevated through tree-related wordplay, as in “I’m a big fan of recycling paper—it’s really tree-mendous,” connecting paper recycling directly to its source. Transform recycling into heroic action with superhero metaphors such as “Recycling is like a superhero—it’s saving the industry one can at a time,” giving eco-friendly actions an epic quality that resonates with listeners. Conclusion: These Puns Are Too Good to Throw Away Recycling puns offer a refreshing way to engage with sustainability without the weight of eco-anxiety. They transform ordinary conversations into opportunities for environmental awareness while keeping spirits high. We’ve seen how these clever wordplays—whether about bins containers bikes or materials—create accessible entry points into important discussions about our planet’s future. They’re more than just jokes; they’re tools for cultural change. So next time you’re talking sustainability don’t be afraid to “trash” the serious tone and inject some humor. After all environmental action doesn’t always have to feel heavy—sometimes the most impactful messages are delivered with a smile. These puns aren’t waste; they’re treasures worth recycling again and again. Frequently Asked Questions What are recycling puns? Recycling puns are wordplay that combines humor with environmental themes, particularly recycling concepts. They use clever phrases like “I’m ‘bin’ thinking about you” or “Don’t waste your talent” to make sustainability topics more entertaining and accessible while still promoting eco-awareness. Why are recycling puns effective for environmental messaging? Recycling puns transform serious environmental topics into accessible, engaging conversations. Humor helps bridge the gap between complex sustainability issues and everyday communication, making eco-friendly concepts more relatable. This approach encourages action without feeling preachy, motivating people to participate in environmental efforts through enjoyment rather than obligation. How can recycling puns build community? These puns create shared experiences around sustainability, fostering connection through humor. When people laugh together about recycling jokes, they develop positive associations with eco-friendly habits. This community-building aspect helps normalize environmental consciousness and promotes a broader cultural shift toward sustainability in a lighthearted way. What are some examples of container-related recycling puns? Container-related puns include phrases like “Bin-credible at Recycling” and “Don’t Waste Time; Recycle It!” These jokes transform ordinary objects like garbage cans and dumpsters into conversation starters about sustainability, making environmental messaging both entertaining and memorable while serving as motivational calls to action. How do bicycle themes enhance recycling puns? Bicycle-themed recycling puns create a natural connection between cycling and recycling with phrases like “Recycling is a spin on saving the planet” and “I’m wheely passionate about recycling.” These puns leverage the cyclical nature of both activities, providing tangible metaphors that help visualize environmental processes in relatable ways. What makes metal recycling puns particularly effective? Metal recycling puns like “Recycling is like a superhero—it’s saving the industry one can at a time!” highlight the economic and ecological benefits of metal recovery. These expressions transform routine recycling into memorable moments while emphasizing how metals can be infinitely recycled, making sustainability concepts more captivating and relevant. How can I create my own recycling puns? Start with common recycling terminology as your foundation. Play with words that have multiple meanings, and combine recycling terms with familiar phrases. Use techniques like alliteration, flipping common sayings, and incorporating characters to enhance appeal. Incorporate seasonal themes or superhero metaphors to make your puns more relatable and engaging. Can recycling puns lead to meaningful environmental action? Yes. While recycling alone reduces greenhouse gas emissions by only 2-3 percent, the engagement generated through humor can lead to more substantial behavioral changes. By making sustainability topics approachable and enjoyable, recycling puns spark conversations that ultimately motivate more meaningful environmental action beyond just recycling. https://lolpuns.com/?p=1817 LOL Puns

[mothershippassengertosin]

My Earthseed Community

Oh mehn, Octavia Butler’s Parable of the Sower story was honestly not something I would read again (no shade, just my truth), but it definitely got me thinking about walls. At every chapter, I kept asking myself what came first: walls that were made to keep danger out or walls that were made to keep people shut in? Because the two real-life issues in America that I would seek shelter from are gun violence and bigotry, but they both existed in Butler’s Pasadena-based dystopia, despite the wall. So was that wall keeping danger out or keeping the people shut in?

To determine who will be let into my Earthseed community, we will need the Evil-erase-inator (name inspired by Dr. Doofenshmirtz of Phineas & Ferb). A laser scanning device that runs over the person’s heart and mind to remove the seeds of evil that were planted in them and have taken root because as we all know hatred is not natural but rather is taught and learned so this device would remove all the unloving thoughts/precepts/notions/biases etc from the hearts and minds of everyone willing to be in the community. So those that would be let into my community would be those that want to be free of all hatred and unloving, because that means they understand that we are a community rooted in love. People who cannot fathom living without their biases will be stopped at the door by the Haterade Detectinator (I know detector is a sufficient word, but I like the -inator suffix made popular by Dr. Doofenshmirtz). Our entry Earthseed quote will be ‘a gift from God may sear unready fingers’ because we will make sure that all prospective members are aware of what it means to love sacrificially and live without hatred - if they are not ready to be stripped of it, I have no idea what it would do to their psyche. I’m convinced some people genuinely live on hate and bigotry. This community would be the gift of a new perspective, but if they weren’t ready to let go of their old ways completely, could they be susceptible to relearning hatred? Which begs another question, will people be asked to leave if they don’t live up to the loving standards, or will we just keep scanning them and removing the hatred they may redevelop? But how will they redevelop hatred if they’re not being taught hatred? Hopefully they won’t!

We will educate people daily on agape love and how to love each other sacrificially, because if you remove all the hate in Americans, there is internal space left that needs to be filled, so we will fill it with love. [This sounds very Care Bears/candyfloss/rainbows/gumdrops, but I actually mean it, I genuinely think if there was more love in the world, it would be a better place.] So another Earthseed quote we will cling to is ‘embrace diversity. Unite - or be divided, robbed, ruled, killed by those who see you as prey. Embrace diversity or be destroyed.’ If we reject diversity or begin othering people different from us then the whole society is not functioning as it was intended to and divided we fall so we will remain united in love. 

We will be an outdoor-based community because we are also going to be loving nature, but also because being outside does wonders for the mind and the hormones. So will take from Lauren’s book and learn about farming, organic living on plants, and readopt indigenous practices that were muffled by capitalism. We will live off the land, become caretakers of the land and reduce waste in all possible ways by reusing and recycling wherever possible.

When I was thinking about where in America we would go, the place I thought ‘immediately no’ for became more appealing the more controversial it got. Where was I thinking ‘absolutely not’ for? Texas. Why? Because without guns and without hatred, what would become of the state? Kidding - maybe. But the more I thought about it, the more I realised that Texas has a lot of land AND it also has some of the most vulnerable people who are most in need of a violence and hatred-free environment in my opinion. So why not? Into the belly of the beast we shall go.

What would our leadership model be? We will have 7 leaders of equal status at all times but leadership will rotate every quarter to give others a break - it wont be compulsory for everyone to lead at some point but it will be encouraged for the experience. 

That is the community I think I would be honoured to establish,

[bradshawed]

you're the sweet one and of course! you're invited to everything i will do starting today. here people get some "bombs" and when they explode the noise its loud as fuck, its terrible. but hey if you want i can cover your ears for the noise dont bother you as much while you watch.

best dessert of all time? tsc tsc i dont think so babe. maybe you will be outraged again if i tell you that i hate coffee? but i will give a chance bc of the cream AND the licor. i do love homemade food its really the best, and yes please i'll love eat your tiramisu! YOU MADE THAT? it looks so fucking delicious and so beautiful. its your letterr?

i prefer salty food. like i can eat tons of salty food at some party. i love sweet but i dont like things too sweet so i dont eat as much. spicy food is a no for me, im too pussy for that.

do you like to read? if yes which one is your favorite book?

loved the little pictures that you posted ♥

-💌

please bc those bombs sound awful :( but no i’m not outraged that you don’t like coffee, just warning you that i’ve drank so much that the caffeine barely affects me, so it’s more of an emotional support iced latte to morning lectures than anything else. a tiramisu is more creamy than anything and you can always make it with substitutes to your taste but you have to try the classic version first. && yes, i made that and the lettering took far too long bc i’m a bit of a perfectionist.

i’ll admit, i wasn’t expecting you to be a salty food person. generally i prefer spicy food but i agree that i do like sweet food but i can’t have a lot of it at once or it’s too sweet for me.

funnily enough, my most commonly reused resolution has always been to read more. i adore reading but i’ll always be more of a film person. for that, i’ll give you my letterboxd top 4 books (in no particular order) because i can’t possibly choose.

1. agatha christie. not a book but an author. i grew up watching poirot so this is a series that i hold very close to my heart. it’s so ingeniously written and incredibly creative. even if i have read far too many thrillers and murder mysteries and can sometimes figure out who did it, her characters have a certain charm about them that’s hard to find in books today.

2. honey girl by morgan rogers. it’s just such a beautiful book that really resonated with me when i read it and in some parts still does today. if i was to reread a book, it would be this one but i rarely do because it’s all ingrained in my mind and ruins the feel of it for me.

3. the book thief by markus zusak. i saw the film first and it reduced me to tears multiple times so i knew i had to read the book which did not disappoint (and also made me cry). books rarely tend to make me cry so when they evoke an emotional response, i tend to hold them in higher regard, and the same goes for honey girl.

4. film for her by orion carloto. this was a book i stumbled upon at the right time, when i needed it the most. i had disconnected from my past and present, anxious about future, just really needing to take a break, slow down and rediscover what makes me happy. her experience really spoke to me, as well as her style, especially since it combined my love of writing with photography.

(glad you liked the pictures and sorry for the slight ramble)

what are your favourites?

[celtfather]

17 Things to Do on the Isle of Man #290

So you want to go to the Isle of Man? Can you spend a full week there and find enough to do? I’ll share with you 17 things you will enjoy on the Isle of Man. Plus, you’ll get some music from Ruth Keggin & Rachel Hair.

This is Pub Songs & Stories #290

0:14 - Marc Gunn “By Amazing Grace” from Come Adventure With Me

4:22 - WELCOME TO PUB SONGS & STORIES

I am Marc Gunn. I’m a Celtic folk musician and podcaster living in Atlanta, Georgia. This podcast is primarily for fans of my music in particular and Celtic music, in general. That’s because I highlight some of the artists I feature on my other podcast the Irish & Celtic Music Podcast.

But today, we’re doing a little bit of traveling to the Isle of Man. I traveled to the Isle of Man this summer as part of my Celtic Invasion Vacations. I learned a LOT about the island, its Celtic and Norse history, and I came up with a list of 17 things you can do on your own trip to this delightful Celtic nation.

If you’re new to the show, please subscribe. You can do that PubSong.com , over on my Patreon, or just send me an email to follow@celtfather.

If you know someone interested in visiting the Isle of Man, please share this episode.

5:15 - UPCOMING SHOWS

NOV 9: IrishFest Atlanta, Roswell, GA with Inara

NOV 15-17: CONjuration, Duluth, GA

NOV 23: Georgia Renaissance Festival Fall Fling, Fairborn, GA from 2-9 PM

NOV 30: Georgia Renaissance Festival Fall Fling, Fairborn, GA from 2-9 PM

6:12 - SOME STUFF TO KNOW

News strategy to share photos on Social and Patreon

Advertising on the podcast

Poll: What's Your Favorite Track on Dancing With Hobbits?

Merch: Buy Dancing With Hobbits

Kickstarter for Another Faire to Remember

Brobdingnagian Bards Podcast

Hope at last #HARRIS2024

13:08 - Ruth Keggin & Rachel Hair "Arraneyn Cadlee" from LOSSAN

17:49 - THINGS TO DO ON THE ISLE OF MAN

A long recap of Celtic Invasion of Isle of Man coming to Travel Ireland & Scotland podcast. See the Itinerary for CIV Isle of Man

Electric rail

Snaefell

Laxey Wheel

Boat trip around

Music at Black Dog Oven

Guided Tour with Jill Quirk

Culture Vannin

Fynoderee Distillery

Peel Castle

Castle Rushen

Niarbyl

Balladoole Viking Boat

Cregneash Folk Village

Maeyll Circle

Douglas Manx Museum

Weekly folk sessions

Manx cat cafe

Food

Black Dog Oven

The Boatyard

14 North

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[rapid-prototyping-project]

HUD improvements

As my HUD is fairly empty, I've decided it should be the first thing to be redesigned. As TETRIS had a similar problem to me with its gameplay area and screen space, I'll be using them as inspiration

My first decision was to update the text. As I can't make fonts, I elected to use the same system as I did for health in Tempting Fate, using sprites. I recreated the code and began working on my sprites

Originally, they had little starts and moons. However, they just made it look infected so I cut them from the design. The gradient is to stay consistent with my game's palette.

For whatever reason, the number displayed was 1 higher than the value of lives left so I bodged it and had them direct to a number 1 lower. I didn't like this solution but it did work

My display for the text initially looked like this, with a gold border. However, it just didn't work with my game so I went for a luminescant blue

I still hate this. I tried reducing the number to a neon sign but it just doesn't work

So, if I can't make a good HUD, I won't. There won't be a HUD - at least in widget form. That's right, I'm making a 3D one. God help me.

For my first 3D HUD item, I'll need a life counter in the form of a bar. This will need to get the current life count, set the bar to a corresponding height and lerp to a smaller height when an event is called.

This code is a mess but it works as intended. i had a little issue about it lerping from 0, but that was because I hadn't set a default value for the max health. Now, I just need to reuse the code from Shipping Delay on the crane's rope to make it seem like one side of the cube is going down.

I tried doing it myself. It didn't work.

BUT THIS DID. I realised my rope in Shipping Delay used a different way of doing this, that I hadn't used a lerp node for moving the cube, and that it actually was moving, just not enough. Now it's done, I really like how it looks :D

alright it wasn't perfect. When the player's life count reaches 0, the bar bugs out - it goes back from 2 to 1, but without going up so both top and bottom move. Basically, it looks weird.

I have identified the problem. The life count REALLY doesn't want to go to 0. It will go 3-2, 2-1 and then 1-1. WHY? I DON'T KNOW. Correction: its perfectly happy goinng to 0. It just hates going down a third time.

Changing this check in my killbox DOES kind of fix it. The player does have 4 lives, and the last animation does play the previous one, but it's in the right place again. Huh

I FIXED IT KIND OF My solution is foul but it DOES work. I copied the code form the false tree into the true tree after the life check in my killbox and added an open level node. This solution is terrible, but you wouldn't know that by the gameplay.

look at that health bar go

I've added a small fram around the block to help get an idea of scale for how many lives are left

Sam gave me the idea to implement a colour system - I plan to do this by lerping between differend colour variables

'what did it cost you' 'everything' oh who am I kidding I love this. It's awful. It also works - it goes from blue to green, green to yellow, and a backup yellow to blue one in case I mess something up.

This, however, doesn't work. As I sit here typing this, I just realised why. These nodes happpen on update from the timeline, so I need to ensure they aren't happening every tick of the animation.

I showed my code to Jake. After about 10 minutes of suffering and trying to understand what I was doing and why, he showed that I could just use the above nodes instead. Then we spoke about Yugoslavia, but that's unrelated. At any rate, I now know a prettier way of writing that code

As for the little heart below the bar, I tried making it pulsate but this didn't work. I also swapped it out for an image of an actual human heart. Alas, i have reverted both as neither worked.

Adding this code to my heart sprite should have allowed it to shake, and switch the sprite to a more broken one, but for whatever reason it went too far left. I fixed this in the image below.

This was then duplicated for the other heart sprites.

[akihikosanada]

finished ace attorney!!! thoughts under a read more because of spoilers and it got kinda long. only opinion i'll state here is that i enjoyed it a lot and i would recommend it to anyone slightly curious about it ❤

ended the trilogy with mia and gumshoe as my favs. mia was too cool to live and gumshoe is pookie no other explanations are needed for either of them

the music was so good!!!! i think the trial music for the first game was the best one by far, but some of the songs related to specific cases were incredible (shoutout to aa1 case 4, aa2 case 2 and aa3 case 1)

my favorite case absolutely was the fourth one in aa2, i didn't know a single thing about it. from the maya kidnapping, the involvement of a serial killer, phoenix losing his very first trial, being able to get a bad ending and obviously the matt engarde plot twist. i did genuinely think adrien was the culprit

related to the matt thing it was the one twist i was not expecting at all nor had spoiled, i mean at one point godot looked like the only culprit possible (and accidentally had it spoiled to myself. rip) and manfred von karma just looks guilty as hell. also his theme song slayed i was mad they reused it in aa3 for the trials and other moments. he did not summon a glass of brandy out of nowhere while in jail for you to do this to him!!!!

i still stand by what i said in an earlier post, the cases with a fey right in the middle of them were definitely the best ones. also i really liked how the third game was practically all about the clan, even the prosecutor introduced in it. it's good that miles got his own spinoff series because we cannot forget that the two protagonists in the aa trilogy are phoenix and maya (and by extension the feys) !!!! you think at first mia will be the deuteragonist but then it turns out it's actually her sister!!!! this is their world!!!! all miles got was one case and even the dl-6 incident was about maya and mia's mother!!!!

not a fan at all of the franziska whip thing. it got old really fast as well. i can excuse murder but i didn't find the whole hitting people with it thing funny or entertaining.....it bothered me to the point i couldn't stand her tbh. remake the entire trilogy without her hitting people with a whip and i'll stan

already said a negative thing above so i'll say another one now. the gumshoe shit salary thing got old extremely fast like by the third game it felt like he got reduced to only saying he can't pay the bills and how all he eats are instant noodles. no idea what happens in the investigations games but i hope miles gives him a huge raise or i will keep hoping gumshoe petrol bombs him!!!!

kinda related to the gumshoe thing since they are both comic relief characters but larry also got turned lowkey into a creep that both phoenix and edgeworth couldn't stand while in the first game phoenix literally describes him as a "likeable guy who has been my friend since grade school" and thinks of him as a "good guy at heart" (started the first trial for these two quotes alone) miles also never describes him as a bad person or even a loser, he's a bit too silly alright but that's it. justice for larry!!!!! the writers don't know shit!!!!!

a while ago i said mia was too hot to live (i stand by it) but now i can add to this that diego was also too hot to live (he technically didn't die but you know what i mean) had they both lived and continued dating they would have outslayed outserved outcunted every single attorney in whatever country the games takes place in i mean murder suspicions aside no wonder dahlia wanted them both dead

speaking of dahlia i mean yes i wanted mia to beat her ass in both of her trials but before finishing the final trial in the trilogy i replayed aa3 case1 and like. ok yeah dahlia was highkey a girlboss like come on she staged her death at 14, murdered her half sister, (almost) murdered a lawyer in the courtroom and quickly disposed of the poison, attempted to kill the PROTAGONIST, killed her ex, and as a literal ghost she tried killing maya???? shelly de killer wishes i'm not sorry

speaking of mr. diego armando/godot i do wish it had been foreshadowed even slightly in the previous games, i mean there is a huge chance they had not planned it that early on in the series but still you know. planting seeds here and there. maybe in grossberg's office or even in fey & co. wasn't grossberg involved in another case in aa2? was that the final case? i forgor but maybe show something in his office by then? considering from the morgan scene post case 2 they had already planned stuff for later idfk. the fact that maya knew of him but was never mentioned by her even in the third game feels weird

oldbag was the best witness character by far. missed opportunity to have her interact with larry on scren so they could both give edgeworth an aneurysm. wuved will powers too ❤ can't be a coincidence the two slayest mfs came from the same case (even though i consider it the weakest one in aa1)

i am acros-girl till the end. free my man (from jail and being in the floppest case)!!!!

aa1 case 5 despite the new features and fitting quite well despite having been added later wasn't that hot tbh. it felt too long and i couldn't really connect with ema and er. her sister i forgor her name. the damon gant reveal was obvious from the moment he popped up too. COME ON even his leitmotif was evil as hell. on the other hand it also was the case that made me realise how much i missed maya LMAO sorry ema but you will never be her. starr and jake slayed though

aa1 fucked severely, aa2 was kind of boring honestly i can only say i enjoyed the second and fourth cases. aa3 was really good, but even though i cried and everything i didn't think its final case was as good as the fourth cases in the previous two games. it started very well but it kinda lost me with the pendulum honestly. i can accept channeling the dead but i have my limits!!! i also felt that the final segment with maya and godot could have been done better, a lot of time got spent on the stupid ass pendulum, not enough time spent in the emotional beats

this is a thought i had yesterday but it made me laugh that both desiree delite and matt engarde are brunettes who wear red clothes and like riding motorcycles. also come on one is rich and the other likes spending money??? you would think desiree is actually a matt who escaped jail and started hrt so shelly de killer wouldn't find her #girlboss #dahliawishes

i thought the whole trilogy being in 2d fit the game really well, honestly i'm kind of worried re: apollo trilogy and tgaa because i know some of it is in 3d but somehow i don't think it fits the style? also this is stupid maybe but i like how the only people that are voiced are the attorneys saying "objection" or "take that" or "hold it" in court, idk if they are voiced in the other games or not but i'd fear that. giving them enough time to speak and hear their accents would ruin the experience for me SJFLSDJKFJSDKL

i liked that the final scene of the game was with pearl and maya, in case you haven't realized it yet this is the phoenix and feys trilogy!!!

ok i was finishing this and i realized i had not talked about the gay lawyers at all. i see it and everything but also i think phoenix could do better. all in all it was gay but nothing that drove me insane playing the games (phoenix becoming a lawyer "to save him" was homosexual activity through and through though. same with the "unnecessary feelings" line

final thoughts: the feys would survive succession but not a single roy would survive ace attorney. also i hope aa7 is about ami fey's spirit getting revenge for the amount of times her urn got broken

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary49

10/30-31/2023

monday - tuesday

i did kind of a lot today, surprisingly.

starting strong w/ recording new vocals for a song today and pretty much getting back into the swing of working out and stuff, also started the collaborative music project with some random stems. i'm thinking now how i have to get to the collab poem w/ my friend, i'll open that now, and also; here are a bunch of selfies from the trip:

outfit 1

outfit 2

outfit 3

outfit 4 (dressed plain for the ride home)

and look, here i am as a shadow:

using the good/okay lighting of the bathroom to make myself feel better is not an insane thing to do and is perfectly totally normal/okay, i think, or hope mostly and try hard to not think about too hard. there's like more selfies too. anyways there's some video i took but the most important ones are the videos i took of my gf's mom's awful terrible stupid snoring!!!!!!!!!!!!

here's the longer one that shows kind of what it was like. it got louder, harder, more jackhammer-esque. she was a really awful sleeper. glad we don't have her in our apartment.

and here's some of the other weird shit i saw around asu:

and then the art:

audrey robinovitz

i talked about seeing these last night, i honestly feel there isn't much to say about them, the writeup about them in the gallery said things about reclaiming girlhood/examining girlhood and the ways it is produced and so on, but that feels like a bit of a copout. they don't necessarily feel like they are negotiating what girlhood is or the means by which it is produced, but the transposing of these images into fabric, as ornaments that we could carry around, place on walls, use as rugs, wear as scarves, stare at and use, makes me think about the reign of images/screenshots in particular online, and the way we carry these images around in our hearts as things we wish for, to be, to see, anything really, to embody, whatever, and by making them material totems, and doing the work to make them material, there is a very real thing there, that relationship to these very transient lossy images, and bringing them out into the world, in a way, with these graded colorations, reducing the quality but increasing the texture.

~

beatriz herrera

these are harder to write about still, i did not even read the blurb, but they immediately struck me, i think how a lot of art of this nature strikes me (from picasso to takato yamamoto, in some cases of his at least) is the kind of jubilant and exploding body, or maybe not jubilant, but so full of energy, or there being so much energy lost and reused and lost again, that excess of vital runoff, where we lay as the waste, the non-vital parts of life still moving, those explosions of the body and rapid transformation/sensing. something like that, really, it's the joy of guts and wanting to see them outside the body.

~

and here's a little jumping spider i saw in the buffalo exchange (didn't see anything i liked, sadly).

thinking on fashion, it's interesting how everyone around asu was so trendy but still like, cheugy. like, they wore all the brands/pieces, i saw a mom in a ysl sweater, i saw girls in brandy melville (who is basically cheugy but post-ironically so it's not cheugy right) but they were doing it all so sincerely, baggy bright blue denim pants, the silhouettes were right but the attitudes were off, it's almost like these trends really don't have anything in them, and they can be adapted to any environ (like a super conservative hellcity).

look at this, that we saw in the brandy melville store:

anyhow, like, whatever, i am sleepy, i did a lot today that i cannot even talk about which was a big use of my energy, sooooooo

byebye!!!!!!

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[vaguely-yandere]

oh lord, cannibal/taste yan has me acting UP. hear me out, 100% smut scenario

They have a chubby darling who likes to tease their yan because they like the attention (and they know it'll get them going all night). Darling puts on their tightest, most revealing clothes, lays themself out on the bed, and then just waits for their yan to come home.

Yan finally comes back, sees darling, and then has to deal with the excruciating, horny wait of a strip tease. Darling tells them they can't touch or taste until they're all done, and even starts pleasuring themself midway through, making absolutely sure to expose themself as much as possible. Cannibal yan is growling, drooling, desperately trying to get just some part of darling on their tongue like a starved, depraved animal. And then when darling lets up and lets their yandere have at it, they're ten times as feral and hungry as they usually are, and that was exactly what they wanted.

chubby darlings,,, <333 the way to my heart!

i just know cannibal yan has a Thing about chubby people that they are immensely ashamed of, not because theyre ashamed to be to find that trait attractive, but because they just love being with someone who 'seems to' love food (they know thats a very weird thing to think but i just know they think it)

and cannibal yandere would treat them right!!! i just know it!! you wanna get extras of something but no one else is? cannibal yan is already filling both of your plates up and if someone gives you even one bad look, theyre ending up in a soup. you walk into a store and get judge-y looks? cannibal yan will hiss at them. they will. anyone comments on your body or what youre eating? cannibal yandere will eat them and i just know cannibal yandere loves kissing your stomach, your arms, your cheek and if you have a double chin? rolls? a lot of fat on your face? theyre weak. REGULARLY has to wipe drool from their chin.

and if you have big thighs? i hope you love hickies and bite marks cause those babies will be COVERED in them!! and if you show em off? you KNOW cannibal yan will take you into the nearest private area and add to your collection. they think youre the sexiest thing in this world and anyone who disagrees is gonna get turned into food for their butcher to give to their farmer! <3 reduce, reuse, recycle!

and after your sexy strip tease, i hope you have a bunch of water prepared for after because they arent letting you go until you cant cum any more! again, afab or amab, they love your taste and dont discriminate. probably trains their gag reflex and does tongue exercises just to keep you happy! i also hope you own a lot of towels because they have some issues controlling things when they go down on you so things get messy. you learn pretty quickly that if you complain about chub rub, they'll make your thighs slick enough to prevent it! talk about thoughtful! <3

and if you put a muzzle on them... well, the thought is hot enough!!! them desperately whining and begging for you, begging for you to let them get a taste, begging and begging and begging!! and when you finally take it off, its heaven!!!

and since theyre a subtype of sensitive yandere, you bet their pants are a mess before your strip tease is even over! both from drool and their own cum! and it would be so cute seeing them grind against the mattress while going down on you, their little whines and whimpers muffled by your sex!

and if you visit them at work? sneak up behind them and wrap your arms around their waist? well, theyre very thankful to have an apron on and that you had the foresight to bring them an extra pair of pants and underwear.

i also think cannibal yandere would have a 'perfect palate' and thats why they love tasting you so much! so much flavor but so primal, so unsophisticated, it gets them going just thinking about it! your taste, whether your cum, saliva, sweat or flesh is addicting to them, to the point they'd be able to tell if you switched body washes! and one of the best ways to tease them is by 'innocently' bending over or wearing revealing clothes in front of them. it drives them insane! if you do it for long enough, you can even hear them whine and growl behind you and if you turn around, you can see them rubbing their legs together and staring at your ass like theyre starved! and if you put something a lil 'special' in their meal, theyll know and get so embarrassed and horny for you! the poor thing will try their hardest to make it through the meal, grinding against their seat, trying not to moan at each bite, wishing youd just get on the table instead and spread your legs for them and just when theyre about to give up and crawl under the table, you tell them how good theyre being for you and they have to grip the table and cover their mouth to prevent from crying out as they, once again, ruin their underwear.

and you bet ur ass they want- no, need you to sit on their face. doesnt matter how heavy you are, you gotta be 3 somethin to do somethin to them and even then? even then they'll figure it out. they just love being smothered! at first, you're so worried but theyre forcing your hips down and eating you out so eagerly and, well, you can see them bucking their hips into the air, trying to fuck into something and you very quickly realize that they fucking love this, every god damn second of it.

and in the scenario you so lovingly laid out for me, i just love imagining darling sinking their fingers into their yanderes hair and practically riding their face as they desperately eat them out! sucking, licking, flicking, fingering, everything is happening so fast and before you know it, you can only gasp and cry out as they give you orgasm after orgasm until all they can taste is you, you, you <3 legs up on their shoulders, pillow underneath your lower back, staring dumbly up at the ceiling because youre too weak to ask for a short break and they only stop to whine because your legs arent crushing them like they usually are! c'mon baby, you can go for one more round, cant you? please? for me?