#Self-restraint

[wayti-blog]

Grant that I may become beautiful in my soul within, and that all my external possessions may be in harmony with my inner self. May I consider the wise to be rich, and may I have such riches as only a person of self-restraint can bear or endure.

Plato

[sergle]

"tiktok is so toxic yall are on that evil app but I'm built different 💅" to you!! TO YOU!! YOUR TIKTOK ALGORITHYM MAY BE EVIL

Mine is FIRE

[nomadman108]

The Q&A in the Scripture: Part 2

Namaste And welcome to Part 2 of The Q&A in the Scripture series in which we are looking at the answers given by Krishna to a list of questions asked by his cousin Uddhava in a scripture called the Uddhava Gita. Remember the scene? Uddhava has asked Krishna a pile of questions about how to live a good life, how to live in the world with discernment. These questions have become urgent because…

[jepergola]

New story today: "I Wish The Voice In My Head Would Shut Up Sometimes"

[nejinrou]

let's eat! 🍜🥬🍄

[arabdoll]

“Abundance makes us rich in dreams, for in dreams there are no limits. But it makes us poor in reality. It makes us soft and decadent, bored with what we have and in need of constant shocks and stimulation to remind us that we are alive. In life you must be a warrior, and war requires realism.”

[dreamyblanket]

Humble art request...reader hugging Caramel arrow or laying on her chest...she needs more love!

I agree wholeheartedly! //^^//

[everydayesterday]

I got my (late August/) September CC statement and I was $300 under budget? hmmm. I think that No-Shop September will continue to Only-Necessary October.

[fixing-bad-posts]

Trans kids exist // they do.

[pxpecxdy]

You have altered the chemistry of my brain with talks of blowing Pope… can’t stop thinking about it

After the first time, he’s obsessed, addicted, etc.

Do you think he’s too shy to ask for his girl to blow him again? Like he’s trying to be polite and stuff?

Or would he flat out just ask? In the most blunt, Pope way possible?

So much to ponder…

AN: Anon I don't know what kind of drugs you put in this ask cause I don't know how this got this long! I could write about this all day every day for the rest of my life. I just love giving head! Also I will refer to Pope as Andy in every fic.

Warnings: Detailed description of oral (m! receiving), mild hair pulling

Word count: 1k

He doesn't want to be rude. He won't ask. Sex isn't about him, it's about you and he just happens to feel good too. He can't stop thinking about it. Every time he's with you he thinks about it. Each time you speak he just stares at your lips. When he's not with you, he's thinking about it. Nothing compares to the way your mouth felt on him. He didn't know it could feel like that. It's only happened once. It's beginning to turn into an obsession. When is he going to feel that feeling again?

There's little moments here and there that he thinks you'll do it again. It's the soft moments. When everything goes quiet and it's just the two of you. He thinks it's about to happen when you're trailing kisses down his chest, hands fumbling with the button on his jeans. Andrew's fingers thread through your hair. His eyes squeeze closed when you finally manage to pull his pants off of him. He can feel your hot breath against him. It's finally going to happen after weeks of waiting.

You look up at him, he's wrecked. Your thighs press together harder. He looks so angelic when he's like this, makes you forget about all the sins of his past. Your lips kiss up his thighs before finally pressing a kiss to the aching tip of his cock. It's obvious he's not going to last long, you know him well enough to know the signs.

It maybe lasts 5 seconds before you pull away. A groan tears through him when you do. You pick yourself up and crawl up to where he lays. "Need you, Andy." You whine as you grind against his lap. It's not what he wanted but he doesn't complain, especially when you sound so pretty with your pussy stuffed with his cock.

The next time is in the heat of the moment. Neither of you are big on quickies, it's not what either of you seek out. But when the time arises, sometimes it's a need.

There's a party at the house. Drinks are flowing. Everything is good for once. It's rare for both of you to be enjoying yourself while surrounded by the chaos that is the Cody household. You're laying back on one of the loungers by the pool. Pope is sitting next you, his hand trailing up and down your leg. Every time it moves up he goes further up your thigh. There's some conversation but if you were interrogated on it neither of you would be able to come up with any details. The tension is undeniable. The fuse is growing shorter and shorter. His eyes are on you. They're always on you.

You slide your legs over the edge and push yourself up. Your hand slides across his chest as you lean in and whisper in his ear, "Be right back." You make your way into the house, not before glancing back at him. He watches you close the door to the bathroom behind you.

A minute passes. The knob turns. He doesn't say anything when he closes the door behind himself and locks it. His chest is heaving as he steps closer to you, pinning you to the sink. Suddenly, his lips are smashing against yours. It's hot. It's heavy. It's a fight between you two as you're both seeking control. You both want this. You both want each other.

His tongue is down your throat, his hands gripping the counter behind you. Your hands make quick work of his jeans, yanking them down just far enough to free him. There's a moment when he thinks it might happen. Your hand wrapped around his cock as he pulls his mouth away from yours. Pope's mouth drags down your throat.

Your hands pull away to shove your own pants down. He takes a deep breath, trying to not mess this up. It's not what's on his mind. Your wrists are grabbed tightly before you can finish pulling them down. He's staring at you but not the usual eye contact. His gaze is only your kiss-swollen lips.

"I want you to suck me off." He says bluntly in the way only Pope can do. His hands let go.

You smile at him and nod. He never asks for anything. It's like pulling teeth to get him to answer anything. His wants and needs are buried deep within him.

"All you have to do is ask, Andy" you whisper as you slide down the counter and onto your knees. Your hands are back on him. His hand rests on your head. He's urging you forward but there's not much pressure, there's still a chance for you to pull away if you. But you don't want to. You'd do anything he'd ask of you.

Your tongue swirls around the tip a few times. Up and down his length. You finally stop your teasing before he rips the hair from your skull and take him in your mouth. You bob your head up and down his cock, taking him all the way with every pass. It's taking all your concentration not to gag when your face is brushing against the harsh denim. But the grunts and groans make it all worth it. His hips buck against you, burying himself down your throat when he cums.

You cough a bit when you pull away. A goofy grin plastered on your face, drunk on his cock. He's looking at you like he'd just gone to heaven and was pulled back down. Pope helps you stand back up, his hand pulling at the waistband of your pants. You grab his wrist before he can finish pulling them down.

"Later." You whisper as you press a kiss to his pinkened cheek. He pulls his pants back up and fixes yours. You're fixing your hair in the mirror when he unlocks the door.

"Thanks."

[doublxpresso]

stay strong, lan wangji

[candycatfalls]

hmm dress him in something you think Bill would most want to rip off of him? 😂

bill loves a man who's high in calcium

[attyrocious]

dolorosa ❤️‍🔥

[jubshead]

Agatha fumbled so bad when she saw Lilia that, within the two minutes of meeting her, she spilled her most guarded secret

[tavvoc]

"[Gehrman] is in every room with Laurence, a discreet, poorly-dressed shadow at every negotiation... 'With respect, all my secrets are his,' the almost-vicar cheerfully tells his interlocutors. Pay no mind to my dog, who is trained and will not soil your rug, and who does not speak our language anyway."

— Bring Me the Mountain (by aurillium)

When I reached this passage, I thought, oh my gosh, I have to draw this. I have to draw this relationship. This gnawing frustration and pent-up desire. The unfaltering loyalty of the dog lying at the doorstep, wondering why it's been abandoned by its dead master. The vision of this painting appeared in my head so vividly.

[pokeberry5]

tfw u're on the verge of tears bc too many people are talking at once

sketchdump (again, mostly tim, bc even when i dont set out to draw him, i end up drawing him anyway):

dick & tim from gotham knights issues #8-10 have my whole heart

my friend got me a new pen:

and i've been reading a lot of upswings and havendance's fics where tim keeps showing up at people's apartments, as is his due (let him in!!)

tim using his cape as an emergency blanket!!

this stupid image has been haunting me for months:

if it wasn't clear from honeypot and the red dress comic, i like a very specific aesthetic

i wanted a red hood charm too:

(chibi catwoman tim from a old, larger spread "the latex spread" that i absolutely cannot post the full version of o7)

some really ancient doodles (proof that long hair tim has been important to me since the beginning):

roughs of my red dress comic: