#it has to do with the desire for the material. the desire for stuff

[yesimwriting]

omg I loooove Armand and bestie soooo much!!!! Need more of this new era of openly needy and pinning Armand. Since he’s incapable of expressing his feelings like a normal person lmao I feel like his newfound clingyness would set off a bat signal in bestie’s brain about his desire for love and affection and she would indulge him arguing that it’s harmless. Like I could see Louis having to go away for a few days for some reason and Armand taking that opportunity to practically glue himself to bestie’s side 24/7 like a clingy cat lol.

openly needy and pining armand who uses extreme attachment to compensate for his inability to express his feelings in a normal way is here 🥰

also i exaggerated (and made up some stuff about) louis's implied role in art/business dealings during the modern era for the sake of plot here :)

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There is no definitive sound or shift that pulls you out of unconsciousness, but some instinctual part of you seems to know to squint your eyes open.

You let out a breath, keeping your gaze focused on the ceiling before shifting onto your side. The faintest implication of daybreak is bleeding through your curtains, but the distant light tinging the material isn't enough to make morning feel near.

The hours between the early morning and middle of the night transform the penthouse's guest room into something overwhelmingly shadowy, a quality your mind never seems to dwell on when Louis's nearby.

You continue to study the darkness until the shapes begin to solidify themselves a little more. After another moment, your vision adjusts enough for you to distinguish his figure from the surrounding shadows.

"Armand?" His name leaves you with an unexpected raspiness.

He moves forward slowly, the sound of his footsteps even as he approaches you. There's something easing about the consistency of his pace. You study his shifting outline as he continues forward.

"I didn't mean to wake you," his voice is low, quiet, as if that might be enough to turn hazy reality into a forgotten dream.

There's something beneath the softness of his words that encourages you to lift your head, "I know." You mean the response. Something about Armand's presence seems much too hesitant to feel intentional. "Are you okay?"

He shifts slightly, his fingers bending by his side before straightening again. There's a steadiness to his fidgeting that's almost enough to dismiss his unease. You extend an arm slowly, taking his hand as carefully as you can manage. Armand lets you squeeze his palm to yours.

"I'm fine," the response feels strangely hollow, "It's just--it's been some time since I've been alone."

That makes sense. From your understanding of their relationship, Louis leaving town on his own to finalize an art deal isn't extremely common. Even when Louis travels to visit you, he rarely does so without Armand.

You should have assumed that Armand was struggling with Louis's departure. At first, he seemed okay, remaining by your side throughout the evening...but that was before you left him alone to go to bed.

You drag your thumb against his knuckles. "77 years is a long time to get used to someone." His hold on your hand tightens. "Louis will be back the night after tomorrow."

"I know," the response feels distant.

When he doesn't ease, you exhale. "Do you want to stay in here?" The offer feels much more shy than it should. Armand has stayed in your room before, though Louis usually joins you at some point.

After a long stretch of silence, he nods once, his chin dipping downwards so subtly you're convinced you wouldn't have noticed it if you had been watching any less closely.

You shift slowly, pulling your hand away from his before moving towards the other side of the bed. The part of your bed that you don't usually sleep on is colder than the side you've been lying on, but it's difficult to mind the sacrifice. Armand needs the additional warmth more than you do, anyway.

He sits down at the edge of the bed. For a moment, there's a stillness to him that feels overly rigid, but before you can dwell on his tension, he eases, his spine relaxing as he pulls back your sheets.

Armand's movements almost always feel particular, not exactly sharp but certain. You think it's this certainty that makes it possible for him to move as quietly as he does.

You don't mind it when he's quiet. There's a consistency to his presence that's comforting enough without the addition of sound.

He sets his head against your pillow; you have to work at focusing on the ceiling instead of him.

"Go back to sleep," his voice is more startling than it should be. Maybe you're not as subtle as you think you are.

Instead of owning up to any over analysis, you deflect, "I am."

"No," he sighs, "You're not." Armand continues without so much as giving you an opportunity to defend yourself, "I can tell by your breathing."

Vampire senses never let you know a moment of peace. You push yourself into a sitting position, resting your weight against your forearm. "You said you'd stop assessing my breathing patterns."

"I was not assessing you--

"You're a liar," you mumble, tone a little more argumentative than you feel as you try to suppress a laugh.

He lets out a breath before shifting onto his side. You extend an arm on instinct, pressing your hand against his arm in an incredibly halfhearted attempt at pushing him back down. He places a hand over yours, anchoring your palm against him.

Armand drags his thumb against the side of your wrist. "You lied first."

"Fine," the concession is surprisingly easy, "Then I guess we're both liars."

He tilts his chin downwards, the shift is small and irrelevant, but it manages to morph his proximity into something less insignificant. "I guess we are."

The silence returns, only this time it feels larger, like something that's apart of both of you. Armand is the first to think to break it, "It wasn't my intention to wake you."

His voice is too soft, too somber. You squeeze his arm as gently as you can manage. "I know."

He hums once in acknowledgement of your response, but something about the sound feels oddly flat. Before you can overanalyze the reaction, Armand shifts towards you. He places a kiss against your cheek before straightening again. "You should go back to sleep."

You nod once, but it takes you a second to think to act on taking his suggestion. Once you do, you shift back, moving to lie down. As soon as you're settled, Armand moves closer to you before lying down, his head coming to rest against your chest.

You set your arm against his back, smoothing circles against the fabric of his pajama shirt. "Was your evening okay after I went to bed?"

"It was fine," he mumbles, "Standard." You're not sure what kind of answer you expected. Armand spent most of the evening lingering by your side. You haven't been away from him long enough for anything too significant to have happened. "I fed, then spent some time in the living room."

Hm...something about his description of time spent alone in the living room feels intentionally vague...and familiar... "I know 'spending time alone in the living room' is code for 'played on your iPad'."

He sighs, letting out a breath against your collarbone. "It is not code."

"So you weren't on your iPad?"

Armand lets out another tired breath. "Either way, 'spending time in the living room' isn't a coded phrase."

Still no denial. You smile to yourself as you drag your nails down his upper back. "Did you check on our Minecraft world?"

"I added more materials to your chest, but I didn't work on the farm expansion without you."

There's a balance to sharing a Minecraft world, and you're glad that you and Armand have been able to find one. You never have to worry about lacking materials in your shared world, and he also never builds the things you're looking forward to adding on to.

"That was nice." You continue to trace your nails against the fabric of his shirt. "I want more sheep."

Armand shifts slightly, his hand coming to rest against your shoulder. He drags his thumb over the collar of your T-shirt and onto your skin. "We can get some tomorrow."

Right...tomorrow. The first and only full day without Louis. "I'll wait for you to wake up, then." You feel like you should be offering him something more, but you're too tired to think of anything that might be interesting to him. When you spend time with Louis, the two of you seem to just know what to do. "We can also work on the additional floor we were talking about."

"We can do that in the early evening." Armand continues to drag his thumb against your shoulder. "Is there anything else you want to do tomorrow?"

Right...tomorrow. "Do you want to do anything tomorrow?" Something about echoing the question feels like a cop out. "As you know, Louis is like 90 percent of my social life, so I'm fully available."

"90 percent feels generous for the amount of time you spend together." You roll your eyes at the comment. Louis is your best friend, but it's not like you can never do anything without him. "We could go into the city."

The offer is more surprising than it should be. After all, the concept of going somewhere with him, and only him, shouldn't feel particularly strange or significant.

When you don't immediately respond, Armand continues, "I know you enjoy those kinds of outings."

You scoff. "Don't make me sound like a party girl."

"You do own a lot of tops that you refer to as 'going out tops'."

Rude. "'A lot' feels like an exaggeration." You move your hand away from his back. "And like the kind of comment made by someone I wouldn't go out with, so..."

"I was joking."

You turn your head, doing your best to glare at him from your current position. "Really? You don't just hate all of my tops?"

He sighs. "No, I do not hate your tops."

"That sounds convincing."

He lifts his head enough to look at you. "Darling, wonderful light of this world, I adore everything that you wear."

Ignoring his blatant sarcasm, you beam. "I'm such a wonderful dresser and person."

Armand eases again, his head coming to rest against your chest again. "You're also incredibly humble."

"I know." You return your arm to its earlier position, your fingertips tracing shapes against his spine. "Can I pick out your outfit for tomorrow?"

"So you do want to go?" There's a suddenness to the question that you're not sure how to take.

"Yeah," the response feels cautious, "It sounds fun...and you never want to do anything, so--"

He's quick to interrupt you with a counter, "I do things."

"Not with me and Louis." It's not the fairest comment, but it's not untrue either. Armand tags along when he's feeling up to it, but he's completely comfortable staying home or doing things on his own when he isn't interested in your plans.

Armand moves his hand away from your shoulder and onto your lower arm. He drags his fingertips against your inner wrist. "Isn't that how you two prefer it? Your own little world?"

His response manages to dig itself into your chest with an unnerving sharpness. Does he really feel like you don't want him around? "I like it when you're there, too."

He remains silent for so long, you almost convince yourself that he fell asleep without hearing you, but then he lifts his head slightly, pressing a kiss against your shoulder. "You should go back to sleep," he says, his voice little more than a whisper, "You're no good to me if you're too tired to do anything tomorrow."

The change in subject feels suspiciously sudden, but you don't want to push him into discussing anything too upsetting now. Your eyelids are also starting to feel much to heavy for you to focus on much else.

"Okay," you say, more to yourself than to him, "Goodnight."

He continues to trace his fingers against your wrist. "Goodnight."

[tryandbehappy]

I don't know if people realize how crazy it is to write a story where all the heroine's romantic choices are treated by the narration as a huge mistake and a lie that she tells herself and that it's her whole family who told her that from the beginning who ends up being right and not her. It's just crazy to still write stuff like that in 2025. Did they hear themself ? To accept this narrative and also claim that Belly has been lying to herself for 4 years ? (spoiler, no she's not lying to herself, it's a damn love triangle, so she's also in love with Jere) No one except Belly should assert anything about their own feelings. And even less so that she ends up being wrong in front of her whole family ?! It's literally horrible in terms of writing with disgusting implications. A constant infantilization of Belly even when she's an adult ! It's just crazy. And not only is it the vibe that Belly's narration and family give off, but even Conrad constantly infantilizes Belly !

Yes, you’re absolutely right — spot on, actually — because… what is the plot doing right now? It’s gaslighting Belly’s choices. If we end up seeing that she doesn’t end up with Jeremiah, then everyone who’s been clutching their pearls and screaming that she’s “choosing wrong” will be right. Which basically turns her into some delusional girl who just spent four years living in a fantasy.

Let’s rewind: she consciously chose Jeremiah. She wanted him — physically, emotionally, mentally. It was a grounded, intentional, fully present decision. And not once did she regret being with him — even when they had tension or misunderstandings, she still came back to him. And their love got even stronger.

She was blissfully happy. That kind of euphoric, head-over-heels, glowing-from-within happiness. And that cannot be framed as some toxic, unhealthy story. When someone makes you feel that happy, that’s not dysfunction. Even if you’re young. Even if you’re not “ready for that level of commitment” — whatever that means. That’s all background noise. Because what matters is: she was happy.

And all those little boxes people love to check — career stability, future plans, status — all of that is secondary bullshit. People overcome that all the time when there’s real love and desire to be together.

But here? The show is likely going to frame it as if she was somehow delusional. Like she was lying to herself. That it wasn’t “real” love. That the real love was Conrad, and that Belly was impulsive, too fast to commit, too naïve. That Jeremiah wasn’t “husband material” because of some list of things he supposedly lacks.

Which is a disgusting message to send in 2025, in the era of modern feminism, where a main female character should be allowed to fully own her choices and emotions. It should not be up to everyone around her — brothers, mothers, exes — to tell her who she is or what she feels or what’s “right” or “wrong” for her life.

But that’s where it looks like we’re headed. They’re going to slowly drip-feed doubt into her mind — and maybe even into Jeremiah’s (who will think he’s not good enough for her) — and we’ll sit through each episode in slow-motion, watching their relationship crumble piece by piece. Until they reach the inevitable heartbreak right before the wedding.

And they’re reducing her to a child again. Even Conrad, who literally made another joke about her being a kid on Christmas. Like, she fell, hurt herself so badly she couldn’t get up (“11/10 painful”)— and his response? He lies down next to her and jokes that she’s just a baby about pain.

Sure, it seemed cute and sweet on the surface. But dig deeper — that’s fucked. She’s in pain, and he gaslights her into thinking she’s just dramatic. That’s cruel. Even if she didn’t take offense, it’s still an awful message for what’s supposedly an “epic love story.”

Of course, nothing is 100% confirmed, but I’ve looked at the interviews, the promos, the book patterns, and yeah — the pieces are lining up for a very predictable, frustrating outcome. Just like I described.

But we’ll see.

[taffy-glitch]

ok ok look i understand that celia recognizing chester and emails from "john" and whatever the FUCK is going on with lena and gwen is all mind-boggling and such but

i feel like im not seeing NEARLY as many posts about the statement this episode???

I only listened once but what the fuck is the significance of those donations???? The laughter?? "it's all for a good cause"???????

WHO THE FUCK IS THE "SECURITY FIRM" THAT DEALT WITH IT?????

[chthonicrose]

hot friendship tips: randomly meet someone who has the same reference pool of internet culture and media as you on tumblr and then live together for ten years so you've inflicted everything you care about on each other so they always know exactly what you're talking about even when you're completely incoherently trying to describe something you only half remember and sound insane

[gremlingottoosilly]

Mafia!Konig making fun of reader when she wears his clothes because of the size difference...then fucks her in it. (It could be any Konig not just mafia!Konig)

Oh, you look simply adorable in his suit. Konig always wears a suit - it's a good way of looking as non-threatening as possible while still having pockets, an ounce of respect, and a way to hide the bulletproof vest under the jacket so no one could catch him lacking. Unfortunately for his poor dead heart, you also liked his suit. Quite a lot, actually. God, you look fucking precious. He makes fun of you, of course he is. Konig is not a good man, and mafia Konig is even worse - his every attempt at being romantic clashes with his desire to always be as cruel and rough as possible, even to his precious little girlfriend. His making fun of how adorable you look is an attempt to protect himself - he wants to stop being so mushy and loving around you, but it's almost impossible at this point. However, if you think this man is way above fucking you while you're wearing his shirt and use his tie as a makeshift rope to tie your wrists down... yeah, you'd be dead wrong. It turns in a roleplay - Konig is actually into this kind of stuff, since playing a role and masking was always easier for him than being himself. He'd make you play as an estranged businesswoman down on her luck, taken as a little trophy by a mafia lord...which isn't really a mask for him - but he gets such a strong hard-on from seeing your pretty chest concealed by his shirt, or even when he is using his bullet vest as a way to stop you from moving on the bed - this stuff is way too heavy for you to actually move. "Look so tiny in this, Schatzi" "I wonder if you did it on purpose" "My pretty slut was really waiting for me just to get her brains fucked silly? So fucking pretty." He is meaner than usual - and much more vocal. Konig usually doesn't talk, just a bit too anxious to actually engage in dirty conversations when he would much rather have his cock down your cunt, but he is trying his best. Whispers soft praises in your neck as he bunches the material of his shirt and fucks you, making sure to cum inside and fill you up - and forcing you to clench around it, not letting even a drop spill over at his precious suit. And if you do spill it.... He has no problems, only untying your hands when you're thoroughly fucked.

[yummyrevivalfluid]

How To Rizz Up A Scientist

Synopsis: What better way to riz up a scientist than using his science against him?

Chapter 2: Coulomb’s Law and Circular Motion

Reader Chapter 1 here.

Word Count: 1787

Warnings: THIS IS SMUT! NSFW!

Includes male masturbation, improper use of physics notes, male ejaculation, submissive Senku, body grinding, and overstimulation? Body graffiti (sort of)? Degration. I think that's it?

Senku has never done this. He never had the urge or desire to do so, not until he met you. It was like you unlocked some depraved part in his mind, something he buried deep inside. You kept digging at it, digging until you exposed the lewd thoughts.

He’s unsure if he’s doing it right- it felt like he was. His strokes were sloppy, with no set pace. His palm twitched against himself, the pleasure he was giving himself was all new to him, leaving him sensitive to his own touch.

His choice of material to keep him going was questionable. It wasn’t the usual stuff that people tend to go to. It wasn’t a dirty magazine or a video that you went incognito on your web browser. No, not Senku. Instead, his choice of debauched material is the little things he salvaged from you.

A torn page from your notebook, notes from his physics study with you. A pencil that he borrowed from you, one that he doesn’t plan to give back. And finally, his addition, his chemistry book, opened to the last page he studied with you.

His palm squeezes around himself, and his eyes squeeze shut as he recalls the moment with you, the cause of the imbalance in his hormones. The scene replays in his mind, the one that sent a rush of blood between his legs.

“I wish I were a Sn2 reaction….” his hands rest on your thighs, inching closer to the divot between your legs, his fingers digging into the fat of your thigh. “So, I could attack you from the backside.”

“I’d let you.”

You were always quick with your words, but he wishes you weren’t. Maybe he wouldn’t be pleasuring himself to the thought of you if you weren't.  Maybe he wouldn’t be staring intensively at your damn pencil, imagining it was your hand wrapped around him. Imagining that those minor bite marks near the tip of the eraser, caused by your quick mouth, were him instead.

“Hah, you can take it,” he moans desperately. The thought of your mouth, your glossed lips taking him deep into your mouth. He needs to know how it would feel.

He can feel himself getting close. The pace he set is getting even sloppier. There’s no logic to how his palm is stroking himself- long, short, slow, and rapid- he can’t control himself.

God, he can imagine you and what you’d say—using his own love for science against him.

“Are you made of copper? Because I can Cu inside me.”

He remembers the softness of your thighs- what if he pushed them apart, would your skirt hike up, giving him something he never knew he needed?

He’s not used to this, he doesn’t realize he’s finishing until he’s gasping for air. His moans come out broken and needy. Beads of sweat roll down his forehead as he tries to keep his eyes open- the last thing on his mind is the mess he’s making.

Coming down from the high, his mind is rebooting to how it was before he fell victim to his own body. Before he succumbed to his body’s testosterone. He’s feeling the effect of the oxytocin- he has never felt better. He could get addicted to the feeling.  

He’s cleaning up the aftermath. It looks like he kept everything contained, not much of a mess until he’s cleaning up his choice of stimulation.

The only casualty is your crumbled physics notes.

…

He can’t look you in the eye. His mind goes back to what he did hours prior. The same hand he was relieving himself with was shaking as he pointed to an equation in your physics book. His eyes stray from your eyes to your notebook. His hand was itching to pull another page.

He didn’t like the effect you’re having on him. You’re ruining him. You were an acid to his mind, dissolving his rational thoughts- leaving only a deviant version of him.

He’s trying to find something to occupy his mind. Distract it from the sin that was your presence.

“Oh!” you cheer happily.

You’re pointing at something in your textbook, but Senku doesn’t look. His gaze stayed locked onto the tent in his pants, praying it’s not as noticeable as he thinks. “Look, it’s my man.”

Suddenly, it felt like he was in a cold shower. Your words froze him in place.

My man?

He didn’t care if it made him look desperate- he was. He’s leaning toward you, invading your personal space as he looks closer at your textbook. His finger follows the picture you're pointing to and-

“It’s my man Newton,” you drool, caressing his photo with your finger. “God, to be the apple that fell on him.”

“Freak,” Senku replies, bewildered by your response to Newton. You ignore his comment.

“Imagine the size of his…” You pause for dramatic effect, your finger hovering over his photo, “brain.”

Senku rolls his eyes at your poor joke. God, he was relieved it was a joke. If you had a boyfriend, it would only make things worse for him.

“You’re jokes are getting worse by the day.” He tells you, shoving your shoulder playfully, attempting to knock you out of your trance. You shove him back in retaliation.

“You’re to blame,” You stab at his chest with your finger, “you’re not giving me any new material to work with.”

“Maybe if you stayed on track, we would have moved on to the next chapter.”

You mutter something under your breath, but you don’t hide the wicked smirk on your face. It’s your ploy to get his attention- to drag him into a trap.

Senku was always rational and deliberate in his actions. Every action was thoroughly thought through, including its consequences and rewards—until now.

“What was that?” Senku asks, pulling at your waist, forcing you to look at him. You squirm in his hold, his fingers digging into your skin.

“You don’t want to know.” You tease back. Senku doesn’t give up easily. Too stubborn for his own good.

He pulls you into his lap, his body unconsciously doing anything to get you closer. It’s as if you were pulling him into your electric field. Was it Coulomb’s Law- opposites attract? He doesn’t know what you are. Cation? Anion? All he knows is that he’s attracted to you. Something about you is pulling him in.

“Say it.”

You can’t help the smug grin. You were going to ruin him. Plague his thoughts night and day.

“I wouldn’t be so distracted if little Senku would stop making an appearance.” You lean into him, making yourself comfortable in his lap.

He can feel it, so he knows you can too.

“I know you want to slide your oxygen between my hydrogens, but there’s a time and place.”

“Shut up.”

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“What’s turning you on more?”

Senku doesn’t know how to answer. You’re overstimulating him with more information than he can retain.

His eyes don’t know where to look. They can’t choose where to look. Does he maintain eye contact with you?

But how long will he be able to hold your gaze?

He knows your eyes will be teasing him. You’ll see right through him, you’ll know what buttons to push to get the reactions you want from him. What was the saying, eyes never lie?

Does he choose to look at your bare body?

Does he let his eyes roam your skin, let his mind retain the formulas he littered your skin with? His writing is sloppy against your skin, and his hand is shaking against your body. Smudges of black ink are smeared around your curves, and even the palms of his hand are smudged with ink.

Does he choose to look at where you're pressing against him?

He’s sprawled on his bed, at your mercy. You’re resting on his lap, moving your hips in a circular motion. He can feel your arousal leaking through his boxers. He can feel the heat radiating from you- he wants to be one with you. He wants to feel you. He wants to know what you’re like. He needs to know the sounds you’ll make.

He doesn’t know where to look, so he squeezes his eyes shut.

He doesn’t know how to answer your question, so he skips it. Maybe he’ll come back to it- skip the questions you don’t know and answer the ones you can.

“Circular motion.” His voice is breathy, with a slight pause after every word. “That’s what you’re doing with your hips.”

You slow your movements, pressing harder into him. You can feel him pulsing against you.

“Tell me more, Senku.”

“It’s when an object’s movement follows a circular path.” He's gripping your thighs, but his grip on your hip falters, enough to move the placement to your lower abdomen. He’s careful not to smudge the ink- he doesn’t want to rub the formula off.

“ac=v^2/r,” he's reading the formula off your skin, pressing his finger to note the location.

“What if I do this?” You stop your movements. He thinks you're pulling away from him, he digs his fingers into your thighs, he doesn’t want you to pull away. He needs you.

You raise your hips and slam back down onto him. You’re grinding against him, raising your hips to lower yourself back down onto him. “Is this still circular motion?”

“No”

“What is it?”  you ask him, your voice needy as you pick up the pace. “Tell me, Senku.”

“It’s….”

He doesn’t know. Every physics chapter—angular momentum, tangential acceleration, torque, vertical path—collides in his mind. He can’t think straight, not with how you’re moving. Not when he has you. Are those even the right topics?

“You should know this.” Your tone is degrading. “I thought you were the best, do I need to find a different tutor? Someone smarter than you?”

He’s whining. He tries to hold you down. He wants you to slow your movements and give him a moment to think.

He’s begging. He wants to tell you no. That’s he is the best. You’re not going to find someone better than him. But he can’t. His breathing is labored. You’re pulling all sorts of noises from him, everything but words.

He’s gasping for air.

…

He’s disoriented. His eyes are heavy, his body is sweaty, and his breathing is shallow.

Fuck

He’s covered in a sheen of sweat, and there's an aching feeling between his legs. He’s pulling the sheets off his body, exposing his body to the cold.

He’s disgusted with himself.

It was a wet dream

[suprsaturatd]

I and some other sewists and fiber artists were featured in Teen Vogue recently!! It’s really wild seeing how my tiny little punk sewing circle has been reaching people around my city :) You can read the article here!!! I wanted to talk a bit more about my reasoning for doing this stitch ‘n’ bitch event on tumblr since i get a lot of inspiration here. :3

I’ve been hosting a monthly Stitch ‘n’ Bitch crafting circle since August of 2024. I haven’t quite hit a year yet, but it has been a blast so far!! Every month I bring sewing supplies (scrap cloth, needles, thread, embroidery floss, scissors, pins, buttons, other shit i can get my hands on), zines, and my own DIY mending know-how and attitude to help people mend their clothes. We set up in a local DIY punk record shop in Denver, CO, with help and promotion from Aliyah Wallace and her local art club meetup group, Artists in Sync.

I’ve been on tumblr for fandom stuff for a minute, but it’s really only been since 2021 that I got into visible mending and solarpunk. I’ve been really inspired by the solarpunk and visible mending communities on tumblr. In particular, I’ve gotten a lot out of following @wastelesscrafts , @solarpunkactionweek , @solarpunkani , @mossyvida , @fennopunk , @obsob @mildmayfoxe @claypigeonpottery @plantyhamchuk @theenbyroiderer and probably a whole bunch of other people i’ve been quietly following but not saying anything to for four years. Not everyone listed here may consider themselves ‘solarpunk’ per se, but they’re people who’ve inspired my art and my desire to share a better world with my community.

I get to make and sell cool textile art, but what I really love is being able to show people how to do stuff like this. All of these embroidery stitches are fairly simple (if repetitive), most of these were made with hand-sewing, and all of it comes from thrifted materials. It also looks pretty cool!!! I like wearing clothing that I made just for me, and I know it’s something that would make other people feel great about their clothes and their body.

If your clothes are falling apart, it is not your fault a million times over - the push for more clothing, more styles, more trends, at faster rates, all for more and more of a profit has destroyed the quality of our garments. Fabrics are made of plastic and made poorly to boot. The people working in sweatshop clothing factories are being forced to turn out products faster and faster, with no real increase in pay, benefits, or ability to add the kinds of finishings that make clothes last longer. You’re overworked and underpaid, and it’s easier to buy new clothing than it is to try to eke out time in your jam-packed day to fix the holes in your shirt. It’s easier to keep you trapped in that shitty job if you don’t know your neighbors, if you are constantly trying to hold your life together under solely your own power (or maybe yours and that of a partner, if you’re lucky). It’s easier to miss the effects of the clothes you wear and discard because they are quietly shuffled away from you.

I started to learn how to embroider because embroidery floss is cheap, frequently boldly colored, easier for my sweet sweet nearsighted eyes to see, and it produces the kind of free-form, messy art I love. I was hooked into visible mending VERY soon after beginning my embroidery journey because hey! I can put art on my clothes! Why would I not want more of that? It was an act of caring for myself and my loved ones - I want that sweater you love to be with you longer, I want to put little flowers and suns and butterflies on your clothes for you, I want those jeans that makes your ass look awesome to last for another decade. I don’t want to buy new underwear. I CANNOT AFFORD TO BUY NEW UNDERWEAR.

But my clothes are mine: I have little pieces of evidence of my love for myself and my clothes on more and more of my wardrobe. The pre-distressed overall shorts I found now have autumnally-colored vines chasing up and down the patches I added. The boxer briefs I got when I got rid of all my old girl clothes and replaced them with something that made me feel at home in my body are still with me, with colorful little darns overlapping. The first band shirt I ever got and outgrew a long time ago is salvaged and is now paired with another shirt with another piece of art I love. I pay attention to the clothes of my friends and my lovers and I can give them something that will be with them for as long as they keep their clothes - for longer, even, if they are passed on.

And I don’t need to hoard that. It would be antithetical. For every person I teach a ladder stitch, that’s so many shirts and pants and skirts and jackets that will last just a bit longer. For every mending kit I hand out, someone will keep their favorite shoes for another year. It saves money, it keeps trash out of landfills, it takes back power from the ghouls who would have us licking their feet for table scraps. But most of all, repairing something you love makes it even more yours. To be loved is to be changed. To be cared for is to leave your mark and wear others’, forever.

[chantersboard]

1.4K. dbf!Joel x F!Reader. Joel fucks you on his kitchen table that's it lol

warnings: MDNI 18+, pwp, dad’s best friend, age gap (unspecified but reader is home between college semesters), dd/lg, just the tip until it’s not, spanking, unprotected piv

a/n: this is wholly unoriginal lol but good writing practice. see #chantersboardwritessometimes for other stuff

Just A Taste

Joel Miller knew better than this. He was stronger than this. Smarter than this. He knew it wasn’t right. Not with his best friend’s daughter. Not with someone as young as you, as precious as you. You should be admired. Worshiped. Held up high on a pedestal to be cherished.

Not splayed underneath him on his kitchen table like a discarded dishrag.

But his mind was mush around you. Lucidity evaded him. When you spoke he only thought of your lips. When you walked he only thought of your hips. And when you pranced through his backyard with your tits barely contained by tiny triangles of fabric and the delicious curve of your ass bouncing with each step, he only thought of pushing his hardening cock between your legs.

You look up at him, your bottom lip caught between your teeth and your fingers caught between your legs. You had begged him. Mr. Miller, please. I’ll be a good girl for you. I’ll do anything you want.

I need you.

And with those words, something within him broke. He needed you too. He spent the whole summer denying it, trying to bury his wanton thoughts until you packed up and returned to school for the fall semester. But the desire became too great. His dick was too hard.

He pulls on your bikini bottom, gathering the material to one side to expose your waiting cunt. A low curse escapes his lips.

“Listen, sweetheart,” his hand fumbles with his jeans before pulling out his stiff member. “I’m only givin’ you the tip.”

Somehow, this made sense to him. All he needed was a taste of you, and then this infatuation would be over. Anything more than that would be a violation, a step too far.

You whimper, disappointment scrunching up your pretty face.

“Nuh uh,” Joel mutters, swiping the head of his cock along your seam, picking up the slick gathered there. “It’s this or nothin’. You’re gonna be a good girl like you said?”

When you nod in resignation Joel notches himself at your entrance, the warm wetness of you inviting him in.

He pauses.

There was no going back from this. He could still redeem himself and do the right thing. He briefly thought of your father, the man that had always done right by him, the man that raised a beautiful, smart woman on his own.

But then you whine. “Please, Joel.” You had never called him by his first name before. It made his dick jump in his hand.

“I need you,” you plead as your hips roll against him. “IneedyouIneedyouIneedy—”

Before you could complete your thought Joel pushes himself inside you. Your tight ring stretches to accommodate his girth as he stills barely inside.

A sweet moan falls from your mouth and Joel curses himself for denying this for so long. You had been teasing him this whole summer, sauntering around barely clothed, staring at him while you pushed an ice pop deep into your mouth, making quiet, lewd remarks only he could hear.

He pulls down on your bikini top, freeing your breasts from their minuscule confines with ease. His hips make shallow pumps as he squeezes them. Your body arches into his touch as he rolls your nipples between his fingers.

He’s reminded of last week, of you circling your nipples with your fingertips while your father was in another room. Fucking naughty girl you were.

He should teach you a lesson.

He nearly pulls out of you. “You’ve been a bad girl lately,” he says, one of his hands lowering to massage between your legs. Your immediate moan makes him sink back inside you a little deeper. “Touchin’ yourself. Tauntin’ me. Comin’ over here in this little fucking bathing suit.”

Joel has to concentrate to not push inside you deeper. This tiniest bit of you isn’t enough. He wants to be swallowed whole by you. He wants to push the head of his cock inside you until he can’t push any further. He wants to be covered in your juices. But first, he has other plans.

He slips out of you and watches you squirm, watches your hips lift off the table to get closer to him. “You say you’ll be a good girl but I think you oughta be punished.” His fingers lightly play between your lips, teasing you just as you teased him.

“Joel, I promise I’ll be good.” Your eyes are frantic with need. “Punish me and I’ll be good.”

Joel pulls at you, maneuvering your body until you’re flipped, ass in the air and body bent over on the table. He tugs on the strings of your bikini and the garment falls to the floor. The swell of your behind makes Joel impossibly harder.

He rubs at your skin, enjoying the softness of your ass, before he raises his hand and swiftly brings it down again. You yelp in surprise as your fingers find the ledge of the table to hold on to.

“Bad girls get spanked,” Joel says as he rubs soothing circles on you. “Wouldn’t you agree, sweetheart?”

You nod your head frantically as you rub your thighs together, begging for any relief for the desire boiling there. “Yes, daddy! Bad girls get spanked!”

Without warning another smack is brought down onto you. “What’d you say?” Another spank. “What’d you call me?” Joel needed to hear it again. Something primal was possessing him and he needed to hear that word on your lips again.

You wiggle your ass and lean back to press yourself against his length. “Daddy! Punish me, daddy!”

Before he can think twice Joel grabs his cock and shoves himself into you. He pushes deep inside, your walls spreading and making space for him until he’s fully sheathed inside you.

One of his hands snakes under you to rub on your clit. You moan, your tight pussy squeezing around Joel. He’s forced to move his hips, forced to feel the sweet drag of his dick deep inside you.

His fingers continue to tease you as he quickens his pace, your bare ass slapping against his body as he huffs above you.

Joel’s kitchen table might not be a pedestal but he’s worshiping you nonetheless. He loves the sight of your body shaking underneath him. He loves watching where you two meet, where his cock slips into what feels like heaven. He loves the feeling of your clit between his fingers. He loves your whimpers and moans and gasps for air as he fucks into you.

“Little! Fuckin’! Cock! Tease!” His words are pronounced with each snap of his hips. “You like when daddy punishes you? You like when daddy destroys your pretty little pussy?”

You’re wildly nodding, so lost in pleasure only hysterical moans escape your mouth. You are so full of him. He’s large and thick and his rapid pace is quickly hurdling you towards release.

With his free hand, Joel spanks you again. The pleasure and pain bring you all the more closer. “I can’t hear you, sweetheart. Use your words.”

“Yes daddy!” You gasp, your pleasure peaking. You're ready to snap. “I love it when you destroy my pussy!”

Joel feels your walls tighten around him. He feels your body stiffen as your orgasm washes over you. You cry out, a sound so sexy and sweet that Joel soon follows you. He pulls out at the last moment and pumps himself, his spend shooting onto your ass as his moan bounces off the kitchen walls.

Joel sinks onto the table, his body resting on yours until both your minds have calmed and your breathing has leveled. When he finally finds the strength, he walks to the sink and wets a paper towel.

Joel takes his time washing you off, making sure he rubs and massages your body as much as he cleanses it. Once he’s satisfied, he picks up your bikini bottom and ties you back into it.

It’s not until you look up at him with your bright youthful eyes and sweet face that he feels the magnitude of what he’s done.

“Sweetheart, we can’t tell your father what happened.” He taps your chin up, forcing you to look at him. “We will never do that again. Understand?”

Your tongue peeks out of your mouth and Joel watches as it slides across your lips. A devilish grin spreads across your face when he inhales deeply.

“Yes, Mr. Miller,” you press your hand against his chest and he leans into your touch. “We will never do that again.”

[2cupids]

CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF YOU | CHOI SAN

warnings. oral (f. receiving), semi public sex, car sex, panty sniffing, panties used a gäg, sqüirting, san is pssydrunk honestly. mdni (17+).

san couldn’t keep his hands off you the entirety of the event tonight, which meant the moment the chauffeur opens the door for you both to get inside the limousine, san is all over you.

his hands roam the expanse of your body and once the partition is up, he’s got you trapped underneath him with a hand wedged between your thighs, resting against your core.

he’s in your ear whispering all the dirty thoughts that crossed his mind every time he glanced at your figure in this dress. but san’s a gentleman, always has been, and he’s always been fairly good at controlling his desires in public. he kept his urges under control and stood by as your proud husband while your name was called multiple times throughout the night to receive awards, even though all he wanted to do was bend you over and stuff his face in your sweet cunt to show you just how proud he was of you.

his warm tongue traces a line down to your collarbone where he kisses and nips at your skin. his thick middle and ring fingers rub your clit through the material of your pantyhose and underwear, drawing small circles over the nub.

it’s not long before you can feel him growing hard against your leg, his cock straining against his black slacks just from touching you, teasing you. the feeling of his aching hard-on is torturous, but he refrains from rutting against your leg like a dog in heat, refusing to give into his own needs.

he continues kissing further down your skin until his lips press against the skin located between the valley of your breasts in the low cut neckline of your dress. san made a promise to himself not to have fun with you in the cramped quarters of the backseat, but he can’t help it. he wants more of you, he needs more.

san lifts his head and pulls away from your chest, sitting back on his knees. he admires your body and the way you look every time a streetlight shines through the tinted glass of the back windows as you pass by them. he has to suppress a moan that nearly slips past his lips and he gives his dick a small squeeze through his pants to try and give himself some relief.

his hands rest on opposite sides of your hips before sliding down and disappearing underneath your dress. you lift your hips and let him tug down your stockings and panties. he throws the stockings on the floor, but he keeps your underwear in his hand and brings them up to his nose, inhaling deeply and letting your scent fill his nostrils.

you tug your bottom lip between your teeth as you watch your husband sniff your underwear and you squeeze your thighs together. his action sends another wave of arousal through your body, increasing the amount of wetness that’s pooling between your legs.

san leans over you again, bringing his face next to your ear. “you know how much i love hearing you, right, baby? but i’m sure you can understand where i'm coming from when i say that no one else deserves to hear those pretty noises.”

before you can register what he’s talking about, he takes hold of your jaw and gently forces your mouth open, wadding your panties into a ball and stuffing them in your mouth. you’re a bit disappointed and taken back by his actions, and your eyebrows draw together to indicate to him that you’re frowning. the pout makes san smile and he apologies, he kisses the corner of your mouth in hopes for your forgiveness. he manhandles you into position and spreads your legs open as he settles down in between the place he’s been yearning to be the entire evening.

he licks his lips while eyeing your glistening core. he snaps out of the trance that was brought about from simply eyeing your pussy and doesn't waste another minute, attacking your pussy with his mouth.

normally, san would take his time with you, slowly building up pleasure and giving you time to really feel him and everything he was doing to you.

but not tonight.

he’s eager, his lips are wrapped around your clit as he sucks and flicks his tongue back and forth over the bundle of nerves. occasionally he takes time to lick up the expanse of your core, starting from your entrance up to your clit before repeating the act. in other words, san’s eating you out like a man starved. he can’t stop moaning and groaning into your pussy as he palms his dick through his pants.

your body can barely handle how much pleasure he’s giving you all at once and the feeling of your orgasm approaching starts to build up in your lower stomach. your attempts to push san’s head away so you don’t come so soon are no use because it’s like he’s glued to your pussy. he physically can’t bring himself to pull away from you just yet.

your thighs tremble around his head and your breathing starts coming in short. you’ve given up trying to push him away and prepare for your impending orgasm.

the pressure continues building and you find yourself grinding against his face, which causes even more precum to leak from his reddened tip and onto his boxers. he takes it up a notch by slipping two fingers between your soaking wet folds and that’s when the pressure in your lower abdomen explodes, pushing you over the edge and making you come.

you feel a strong urge to pee, but barely pay it attention as your mind goes foggy with intense pleasure. it’s not until a few moments later when you open your eyes and faintly see what looks to be san’s wet face looking up at you in the darkness of the limousine.

you don’t register what happened at first and then it finally hits you. you squirted. all over his face.

san’s eyes light up as he sees the moment of realization hit you and he takes your balled up panties out your mouth.

“i- i’m so sorry, san. i didn’t mean you.” you whisper with a slightly hoarse voice. you cover you face with both hands, embarrassed by how your body reacted.

san moves to sit on the seat next to you and pulls you into his arms, telling you there’s no reason to be embarrassed. he found it amazing what your body was able to do and he takes pride in knowing that he was able to make you do squirt.

he finally convinces you to uncover your face and you watch in surprise as he pulls his phone out to snap a picture of his face covered in your fluids.

he removes the handkerchief from his breast pocket and wipes his face dry before leaning in to kiss you. he pulls away slightly, but his lips stay close to yours for a moment. his hand starts lightly caressing your thigh as he cranes his neck to bring his face close to your ear.

“when we get home, you’ll me recreate that little scene again, yeah? you know i can never get enough of you anyways... but i have to see how many more times i can make that pretty pussy squirt.”

author’s note! merry christmas and happy holidays! this is my (very late) christmas present to y’all. i swear i didn’t mean to post this late asf but anyways. love you guys and hope you enjoyed this 💗💗.

[cassiebnuy]

the furry fandom is mostly concerned with literal representation

theres tons of symbolism and intention applied but its usually just in character design and to a lesser extent stylization (u can only go so far w it before it steps on character design)

bc the purpose of the art is v specific - its exploring sensory experiences and desires, its often not just a standalone piece but an imagination aid to make something with only an abstract internal existence more concrete and real.

past a point its hard to project urself into abstract art

theres nothing wrong with this, a lot of rly lovely art comes out of these ways of thinking. i do a lot of this kind of art myself

and of course there *are* other artists doing furry abstraction! im far from alone. paul peng does some next level shit that continues to inspire me, scribblechicken makes glorious surreal works w fields of repeated images, teddywitchs recent abstract sketchbook work has been rly inspiring to me, mariken has been playing with abstraction in ways tht make it feel rly accessible

and of course there are alternate models of furry besides patricia taxxons autistic model (from the "ethics of boinking animal people" video) which while rly useful for understanding the bulk of furry culture leaves out other types of brainweirdness that draw ppl to anthro animal imagery in different ways. pawberri posited an additional schizotypal model that seems v useful and made some of my favorite artists work click in a way it never did before

anyway i think on the scale of the fandom this results in the de-emphasis of non illustrative artforms. there are furry sculptors and painters and ceramicists doing incredible work but it doesnt seem to get the same love (with the exception of fursuit makers bc theyre making a v literally representational form of wearable sculpture)

i could go on abt material conditions, economic motivations, art literacy, etc but instead i just wanna make my case

we can all agree that postfurry is where the most interesting stuff in furry is being made right. i saw yall gushing abt sinkdog i saw the fanart i see my sog painting still getting notes years later. but postfurry is still limiting the furry toolkit to character design i think we can go deeper

u can apply that toolkit to pure abstraction and leave characters and backgrounds behind. u can plant it into the intentionality behind not obviously furry work. patricia taxxon used a term in the video i mentioned earlier, "transcendental furriness" tht i think gets at this a little. u can make pure abstraction furry. u can make furry food if u rly lean into animalistic eating experiences and evocative flavor combinations. furry doesnt have to just be a character design trope it can be so much more. it can be layered fractally into the process and intentionality of a work, if that makes sense. twisted into every fiber and woven in

*thats* the kind of art i wanna make

anyway thank u for reading my manifesto

[elbiotipo]

In one of my posts the other day about how expensive smartphones are there were people saying that "the luddites had great ideas" like they were proto-socialists and all. And well. That isn't really the case, as some others explained their reaction to industrialization did not have any lasting change as a goal. I'm not really introduced to the historical specifics.

But anyways, what the luddites were like in 1800s England doesn't really matter as what identifying yourself as a luddite means in modern times: being anti-technology. And no, not skeptical of technology, not being in favor of a better use of technology, not hating on AI while liking other stuff. It's being anti-technology. Luddite is a word used for exaggerated positions like breaking machines. It's not a nuanced ideology or a thing you would like to be called.

And being anti-technology not only is as nonsensical as being anti-art or anti-philosophy, technology is one of the things that define humans since the Oldowan rock tools. But it also means being against progress. It is technology that has enabled social progress. It is technology that allow us to understand the world and also to build a fairer society. Material conditions and all that.

I will try to say this without getting into much theory or philosophy of science, but your focus should not be on calling certain technologies "good" or "bad" by nature, much less rejecting the advance of technology, as if that is possible or desirable at all. You should instead see how society uses technology and how the structures of society use it. And how to change society so that technology serves to the benefit of people instead of capital.

Anyways. Don't be a luddite.

[argumate]

it's always popular to ask "why is dating so difficult right now?" and the obvious answer is to gesture at the people asking this forever and perhaps rhetorically wonder why you would expect finding someone to share your life with to be easy, end of question.

but some people will plunge on and say it must be because young men have been misled by the manosphere and now they want the wrong thing or behave the wrong way or whatever, and that's such a tempting straw to grasp because Social Media Makes People Worse is a compelling hypothesis when we see it every day (and of course you can ask what all those makeup tutorials and true crime podcasts are doing to young women besides raising their suicide rate).

personally I don't think young men behaved better in the 1970s or the '90s or the early 2010s or whenever the supposed golden age of heterosexual dating was supposed to be, and while the manosphere is obviously a problem (in the sense that it's awash with ideas that are untrue, unkind, and unhelpful) I don't think it is the problem, it seems like a typical exaggerated social media response to other problems (gender segregation on social media doesn't seem more extreme than the gender segregation that ruled most of human history, so that can't be the entire story).

women will say that men don't want to commit (despite all wanting tradwives!) and men will say uh stuff about women that doesn't bear repeating to be honest but let's politely say that both sides will accuse each other of having unrealistic expectations or overly picky standards -- and of course that's a very real possibility, that people can be fixated on fantasies and find real life doesn't measure up; one of the original critiques of social media was that it could give a misleading impression of how good everyone but you is having it (until it became in vogue to post about your mental illnesses).

but if we want to look for material changes that could potentially have impacted the heterosexual dating market, there's no getting around the fact that staying single is a much better deal for women now than it was for much of the 20th century, and indeed the centuries before that, when the desirability of marriage was enforced by incentives that strongly penalised not settling for a man, in the worst case including institutionalisation for single mothers and even the forced sterilisation of unmarried women deemed promiscuous.

as the legal barriers and overt discrimination against women were dismantled in the 20th century, the wage gap followed: in the US prior to 1980, women earned about 60% of what men earned, but by 2002 this had risen to 80% (the rise has slowed, it's 82% today); this reduction in the pay disparity has the side effect of reducing the value of what a man would bring to the household.

it's not a good look for men but there's no denying that some of the value they used to bring to a relationship included privileges like:

access to higher paying jobs

protection from harassment by other men

ability to live independently of controlling parents or guardians

ability to have children without having them taken away

now that many of these privileges are extended to everyone in a more egalitarian fashion, having a man around is simply less necessary than it was; you would expect this reduction of privileges to push some relationships that were already marginal prospects into being nonviable.

and perhaps that's a good thing, for the relationships that survive to be mutually beneficial arrangements and less like hostage situations.

[azrielbrainrot]

After The Show

Pairing: Band Member!Azriel x F!Reader

Kinktober 2024: Thigh Riding

Description: Azriel invites you to another of his concerts and you can't stop thinking about how hot he is the whole time.

Warnings: Smut, thigh riding, semi public sex, car sex

Word Count: 1,2k

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Notes: This story is simultaneously part of my band au and one of the stories I wrote for kinktober. This is just smut though so you don't really need to know about their lore before reading this or anything. Also I proofread this on the subway so I hope it's fine. Hope you enjoy!

Band AU Masterlist

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Azriel has always brought out the most intense feelings out of you, this much wasn't new. You've also seen him perform a million times before, even when you weren't officially dating yet, and while you had always thought he looked incredibly mesmerizing up on that stage, you had never had such a visceral reaction to it.

As you watched him play his bass and sing along with the music on stage tonight, you couldn't focus on anything other than unfairly attractive he was, eyes darting from his beautiful face to the way his shirt tightened around his biceps and expert fingers played the bass, plucking every string with ease. You barely even managed to pay attention to the music during the whole show even though he played one of your favorite songs.

So when he came down to give you a kiss after finishing his set to find you unbearably turned on, it came as a bit of a surprise for the both of you. You had been so needy that he couldn't resist putting away his stuff quickly, almost ignoring his friends and letting you drag him to the backseat of his car.

This wasn't a good idea, seeing as the bar was still open and your friends were still inside, but you were certain that if he didn't touch you right then and there you would explode. Azriel had tried to protest, wanting to drive you home so he could fuck you properly, but you shut him down with needy pleas and passionate kisses. And that's how you ended up straddling him and grinding down on his muscular thigh like your life depended on it.

The angle was awkward and there was barely enough space for you to sit on him let alone move properly. The short dress you wore had been hastily pulled up to your waist, his strong hands holding it in place so he could see the movement of your hips, the black panties you picked out drenched and on display for him, but you didn't care at all. Your only concern in that moment was the feeling of your soaked and sensitive cunt grinding against the rough material of his jeans, giving you just enough friction while he trailed wet kisses over your neck and shoulders, making you lose your mind even further.

The windows were fogging up with the temperature rising in the car, your harsh breaths and barely muffled moans filling up the space. It would be obvious what you were up to in there for anyone that passed by, good thing it was still early and the act playing after Azriel was good enough to keep everyone entertained.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, his own desire evident in his tone, sitting back, sadly abandoning your neck, focusing on your body, mesmerized by the way your hips ground down on his thigh, so wet even though he had barely touched you. “You're making a mess, princess.”

A mess was an understatement, the fabric of his jeans was absolutely drenched under you. If you weren't seeing it too, you might have tried to deny it.

“This is your fault,” you manage to get out, the tone not as accusatory as you meant for it to be between your shaky breaths, your movements never faltering even though you were in such an uncomfortable position and your muscles were starting to burn.

“My fault?” He chuckles, hands grabbing onto your asscheeks, the rings he wore cool against your overheated skin. “I didn't even do anything.”

“You don't have to.”

“Yeah?” He starts guiding your movements, making you grind down into him even harder. “Love me that much?”

Nodding feverishly, you lean down to kiss him, knowing words aren't enough to tell him how much you truly love him, and you definitely couldn't find them in this moment, not when even breathing was proving too difficult and your thoughts were so scattered.

It's a messy kiss, teeth clanging together as you grab onto his hair, desperately needing more. One of his hands abandons your ass, trailing over your skin teasingly, too slowly for the current situation, until he finds your panties, pushing them to the side with his thumb so your cunt was grinding directly into the rough material of his jeans, the new sensation sending you to new heights.

Azriel resumes his earlier assault on your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses and sucking on the skin, probably hard enough that you'd have to cover up a few marks tomorrow - you couldn't even complain about the jovial nature of him leaving hickeys on your neck when you had been the one to drag him to the back of his car like a horny teenager. Wrapping a hand around your neck softly, he tilts your head to the side, kissing a trail up to your ear.

“You need to cum so I can drive you home and fuck you properly, princess.” He sounded a bit feverish himself. If you were a bit more lucid you would have noticed the way his cock was straining against his pants and the way his body seemed to tremble along with yours.

“I'll let you ride me just like this,” he whispers right against your ear, guiding your hips harder, showing exactly what he wanted. Gods, just the thought of his cock stretching you out makes you clench around nothing, a needy moan escaping you.

With how wound up you had been ever since he stepped on stage it's no surprise that your orgasm hits you so fast, it's actually stranger that you had managed to hold out for so long. It hits you like a wave, pulling you under until you can't breathe. You lean down and hide your face in his neck, a silent scream escaping you as you try your best not to make too much noise and alert the whole bar about the mind numbing orgasm your boyfriend just pulled from you in the backseat of his car.

Azriel keeps guiding your hips slowly, dragging it out until your body is shaking too much. He lets you wrap your arms around him and catch your breath as you come down, massaging your thighs softly. It takes you a while to come back down to earth, but when you do the first thing you notice isn't even how bad your muscles are burning after the intense workout, it's the soaked fabric under you and the wetness around your thighs.

“Still with me?”

His voice pushes you out of your thoughts, leaning back to find him watching you, his fingers coming up to push your hair behind your ear, the adoration in his hazel eyes sending a different kind of butterflies flying through your stomach.

“Yeah,” you say at last, kissing him softly before adding, “Still need you.”

The promise he made earlier hadn't been forgotten even in the midst of your jumbled thoughts, and as much as the intense orgasm had taken most of the edge off, you still wanted him to fuck you.

He hums, a teasing smile trying to fight its way onto his lips. “Think you can wait until we get home this time?”

You let out a soft laugh of your own, “As long as you get me there fast.”

[max1461]

I don't think it really "means" anything, but I think it's kind of interesting that a lot of human societies have been quite squeamish about sex—in particular viewing it as a worldly pleasure which is gross, sinful, or unvirtuous to engage in—while generally not feeling squeamish about eating in the same way.

I think this is interesting because, conceptually, sex is actually pretty tame. It is (or at least should be) pleasurable for both parties, it's connected with both romantic love and the creation of new life (things which people generally valorize), etc. Obviously I understand the practical reasons why cultures might frown on unrestrained expression of sexuality in a world without birth control, but on a purely conceptual level sex seems pretty wholesome all around.

On the other hand, eating is rather disturbing as an idea, isn't it? Eating necessarily involves killing—even eating plants. As heterotrophs we literally cannot eat anything without ending life in order to do it. And of course most people now and throughout history have eaten meat, which means that eating involves slaughter. It's a gruesome thing; the pleasure we take from food is intimately and inherently tied to death. Eating is an act of destruction which is necessary to nourish the physical body. Surely this should be regarded, by the sorts of people inclined to the idea, as the greatest symbol of the fallen nature of the material world as compared to the spiritual. Surely it is hunger and not lust that should be the archetype of sinful material desire.

While ascetics of various backgrounds do seem to have mentioned gluttony (it is after all one of the seven deadly sins), my impression is that usually lust is a much greater concern for them. Why? Because lust is more tempting, a greater threat? I don't think so. I think it's because food is more tempting. Because you can go a lifetime without sex if you actually decide to, but a few days without food and your brain will basically shut down your capacity for higher reasoning and make you eat. Even when desire for food is railed against, it is generally merely excessive desire (gluttony), and not, as with lust, desire-at-all (hunger). I think only the most hardcore Buddhist monks take umbrage with hunger. Because lust is small potatoes; hunger has us all in its thrall. No matter how pacifistic we think ourselves to be, hunger drives us to kill and kill and kill. Isn't there a little more inherent horror in that than in, uh, people having sex?

At least the Jains seem to have taken the inherent-horror-in-eating stuff seriously.

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Synastry observations series 7th house synastry: lovers & enemies 🌊⚔️

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🫧The 7th house symbolises partnership and close relationships. It also signifies contractual relationships of all kinds i.e marriage or business. In this post, I will focus on romantic relationships.

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Planets 🫧

Sun:

You will feel a very strong pull towards the house person. Perhaps they see you as an ideal love interest, someone that embodies a lot of what they're looking for in a partner. They may see you as someone who is dominant and can take the leadership role in the relationship. They may come to depend or lean onto you when they are overwhelmed. If you work together, you may be more experienced in your industry and thus act as a guide for the house person. Both of them will have a lot of pride in their relationship. If they get married, perhaps the sun person will flex their ring wherever they go lol. There is a good likelihood of marriage.

Moon:

You will feel emotionally tied to the house person. Perhaps the house person will provide a lot of comfort and emotional security to the moon person. You will feel bound together and may have trouble with boundaries or letting go if the relationship turns sour. You will be very warm and possessive of each other. It seems like if one of them were to show the same or similar amount of affection to others it's going to be like they cheated on their partner. The moon person especially will not be fond of sharing that intimacy with other people. Marriage could very much be on the table.

Mercury :

Both parties will love conversing with each other. The mercury person will want to show their affection through words, or through writing or even through songs. Their mental rapport will be a means of flirtation. Both parties could romanticise each other while talking. Perhaps both of them will find ease in communicating their wants, needs and desires as well as their issues within the relationship. Communication is very important for the both of you to ensure the longevity of your relationship.

Note: "blah blah blah, proper name, place name backstory stuff" I had that stuck in my head while writing this part lmao.

Venus:

Both parties will see each other as marriage material. The 7th house person will love how the venus person carries themselves, from the way they dress to the way the talk the 7th house person is likely to be head over heels for them. They can be very much in love with each other. The downside however is the same traits that they once found attractive about each other can lead to hate if the relationship doesn't end well. Could be a potential marriage partner.

Mars:

There is a great attraction between you. The Mars person especially will have 7th house person in a chokehold lol. There is a tendency for the mars person to rush into commitment however, which can lead to a lot of disappointments or arguments when the relationship doesn't turn out the way they expected.

Jupiter:

You both share similar ideals and philosophies about life. You are charming and playful together, and may love goofing around. The both of you will find that trusting each other comes easily even from the moment you meet. You will teach eachother about relationships, and help expand both of your love lives. Could be a sign of a long-term reason.

Saturn:

You might as well be the first long-term or serious relationship that the house person has. They will see you as a reliable and loyal companion.

Pluto:

The pluto person will bring a lot of change, and healing to the 7th house person. If there are things that the 7th house person kept hidden, refusing to deal with pluto will be the one to drag it out just with their presence alone. They could be very possessive and obsessed with each other.

Neptune:

Neptune will likely be head over heels for the house person. Seeing the house person as everything they've ever dreamt of in a partner. They could also choose to perceive it through the filtered vision of a hopeless romantic. Whether the 7th house person sees them the same way depends on the sign it's in. If it's in aquarius, virgo, gemini or aries then there's a good chance that it's one sided.

Uranus:

You both are likely not each other's usual preference in terms of looks or personality, but you will feel very at ease with each other. You won't feel constantly and judged, and you'll start to open your mind to things you would have never considered before. Could possibly be an open relationship but it's not always the case. If you do decide to be together, it's usually without the restraints of legalization i.e marriage contracts.

ex: Vanessa Paradis & Johnny Depp were together for 14 years and had kids, even though they were never married & never cared to get documentation for their union.His saturn (aquarius 7th house) harmoniously aspects her uranus (libra 11th house).

Chiron:

The Chiron person will draw out all the fears and insecurities that the 7th house has around relationships. One or both oh them may have been badly hurt in their love life or close connections before, and they will find in eachother the opportunity to address that pain and heal from it. On the flip side, this also means that this person could be the biggest heartbreak you'll ever experience if it weren't to end well.

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Nodes 🫧

North:

You may feel drawn to being their partner, or perhaps being married to them may as well align with your destiny in this life. You'll find that both of you may feel fated to be with each other or at least have a significant impact into your relationships or business. You could also work together.

South:

You may have been married to them in a past life, or you'll notice that they hold a lot of similarities to people you've been in relationships with before. Being their partner will perhaps trigger the feeling that you might have met before. There may be karmic attachments to this person.

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Signs 🫧

Aries :

You will be passionate and slightly competitive with each other. There's this hard to get energy that you may like to play with. With one being the chaser and the other enjoying being chased lol. Heated arguments are prone to happen when misunderstandings arise however.

Taurus :

Both of you are very romantic, and find a lot of comfort within eachother. You will love spending time together, just breathing in their presence. You could also go on a lot of dates, or just stay at home together. Mundane things will suddenly feel like enchanted endeavours. However, both of you could also be stubborn and petty.

Gemini :

Fun, witty and exciting. Your connection will bring both intellectual stimulation and a childlike sense of joy into each other's life. You'll also be like twins when you're with each other i.e dressing the same way, adopting their manner of speech. You will feel that nobody quite understands you the way your partner does. However, there could be lies and manipulation taking place verbally or perhaps they could spread negative rumours about each other if the relationship doesn't run smoothly.

Cancer :

Both will feel very connected to each other. You will feel like you've found your home, or your forever person. You'll both feel as if you were meant for each other. Treating each other with care and compassion. There may be a tendency to victimise themselves when hurt however.

Leo:

You will be very loyal and possessive of your relationship. You're friends with everyone, and people will know you as the extra pair, never boring and never apart. There is a tendency to overreact over things however.

Virgo:

Both of you will feel naturally connected to eachother. You'll find that your lives, no matter how different actually mesh together very well in terms of routine. You will love doing practical things for each other, and working around their schedule to be together. There is a potential for a long-term relationship.

Libra:

Communication and equality is very important to the both of you. You will make sure that both of you will feel just as loved and appreciated as you are. There is a tendency to look at the relationship through rose tinted glasses however.

Scorpio:

There is nothing that you can hide from each other. Your relationship will be centered around themes of love, passion, obsession and slight toxicity if not handled correctly. If all goes well, you will experience a love that knows no bounds. However if things go south both parties will become very vengeful and grow a deep hatred towards each other.

Sagittarius:

You both will be very adventurous and entertaining together. You will spend a lot of time learning or sharing your knowledge and culture. You could love travelling, or just going out together in general. Marriage could be quite possible.

Capricorn:

Loyal, reserved and responsible. You both approach love and commitment through a mature and practical approach. Both of you share similar values in a relationship and strive to obtain success and stability. It's likely that both of you will be together for a very long time, if not married.

Aquarius:

You could be an odd pairing. You could be very involved in your community together or take part in a lot of charities or humanitarian activities. You will allow each other a lot for freedom and space for individuality. You will have unconstrained fun together, pranks, spontaneous trips, shared tiktok accounts, the works! You could also prefer to be long-term partners without the legality of marriage contracts.

Pisces:

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Your relationship goes beyond the physical realm. You will be spiritually connected to one another and may have been dreaming of them long before you met. There is a tendency to be very unrealistic however, detaching yourselves from reality and going into seclusion.

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MY NEW SUCCESS STORIES! 💌

Hello everyone! This is a copy of my success story post on SUA (Subliminal Amino) and I decided to post it here as well for some inspiration! 🌈

Highlight Codes:

Red - don't do this! ⚠️

Blue - this is what you need to do 👍

I have a manifesting success story to inspire you! The only techniques I did was simply just:

1. Thought of what I want 🤔💡🍗

I was craving my mom's the best fried chicken in the world. Yes, I stand by this! Anyone who eats it including people outside of the family always always always praises my mom because she literally cooks the best fried chicken! Specifically fried chicken breast or thigh sometimes. I never told them that I wanted some.

2. Affirmed a few times whenever I thought of it. 💬

I just affirmed naturally and casually "We're gonna have fried chicken because I said so and because I decided so." We are all the boss of our reality so I just affirmed/decided that we're gonna have it, that Mom is gonna cook that for us.

3. I commanded my subconscious. 👑

This always works for me and it's my favorite thing to do to manifest. I just commanded my subconscious like a boss and told it what I want. Actually, it's smart and it already knows that but I did that for extra assurance. You just tell it what you want and it'll get it for you no matter what. You need to trust your subconscious mind that it will get that for you. Think as if you ordered something and well you know it's gonna be delivered right? Yeah, like that. You just sit pretty, affirm if you think of it to persist no matter what you see and trust that it's gonna get that for you. Do this only if it feels right to you. I mean it's literally you! Your higher self. Your subconscious wants the best for you and will get it for you as soon as you tell it what you want, the subconscious mind already manifests that in the 4d meaning it's yours it already happened in your imagination. The subconscious mind naturally will materialize that in the 3d as well but that's really just the cherry on top. 🍒

3. PERSIST. 🙂‍↕️😠🥳

Meaning stand firm in your decision and think as if it's already done. Be in the state of the wish fulfilled meaning you sit pretty, affirm when you need to assure yourself and in the mean time, do what makes you happy. Distract yourself.

4. The 3d is neutral. It has no meaning. It doesn't mean you don't have your desire. You give meaning to it. 🧐

It's literally a past newspaper like in Harry Potter, the newspaper that moves. It's in the past and it's the result of our thoughts before. It's not you follow the 3d and react to what it shows you. It follows you so leave it alone and know it is done in the 4d. If you wanna check, check and visualize that desire. For non-visualizers or people who have aphantasia, imagination is not equal to visualization. It can be thoughts and feelings as well. I don't visualize but sometimes when I'm in the mood I do but you could check your mind.

For example:

You're want to be rich. You see the 3d and wanna check your bank account or wallet. It's okay if you see there's nothing. Why? Because you're changing your reality to one where you have money. Check your mind instead.

Do this: You saw the 3d and seeing what the past newspaper (3d) is showing you. "Let me check my mind. Okay, I checked my mind and the 4d. I literally have 10 billion in my bank account. I just need to keep up with knowing it's done and not follow the 3d because it's supposed to be following me and the 4d. The 3d just puts out whatever I'm thinking and the 4d so in the 4d I have my desires. I can calm down now. If I check the 3d, I'm letting it stick. Whatever I focus on grows so let's focus and pay attention to good stuff and that I have my desires." You can cry or feel the feelings. Release them and let it go. Then come back to deciding or affirming whatever technique works for you to persist on what you want instead. Reacting is okay. It's okay to let out your feelings, you're human. The thing is after that, if you keep paying attention to circumstances and accepting the 3d as true then you will be stuck in a loop. It literally just copies and follows the 4d and your thoughts. So if you accept that circumstance as a fact, the 3d will have to follow you and copy that. Meaning, again, getting stuck in that loop until you decide to persist because technically it is already done.

Another example:

You're manifesting a thing that you really want like a shirt or a top. Could be food.

Let's go with fries. "Okay my mom will come home and she bought fries for me. I'm deciding that Mom's got me some fries. Okay, done."

Then your mom comes home but she didn't give you anything. This is crucial. Do not give up immediately. You could still get the fries the next day. For this example, let's say you specifically said now or today. The 3d is neutral. You give the meaning to it. This is an example. Let's say you wanted that and your sister wanted that too.

Your mom comes home. Your sister is looking at what your mom brought home but wasn't told anything about the fries. She is frustrated and gave up. She felt like it didn't work so never mind. Like why isn't it here? Ugh! She then goes to her room. She gave the 3d meaning and she thought it meant that it failed.

Now you. You didn't give up. You kept affirming naturally and deciding that you're gonna have it no matter what. You said: "Nope. That brown paper bag is mine. It has my fries. The fries are there. She's gonna give them to me." Your mom ends up not giving you the bag but you didn't give up. "Nope. I'm not taking no for an answer. She just forgot about it. She forgot to hand it to me but it's there. It's mine." You just chilled and calmed down, continuing to do what you do and never gave up. Your mom then sat next to you and told you that she forgot to give you the fries! 🍟

You both gave different meanings to the situation or circumstance. Your sister gave up and saw it as fact that she didn't get the fries but you didn't stop, didn't give up and just accepted it as a fact that you do in fact have the fries.

Now let me tell you how it happened. How I manifested eating my mom's fried chicken. Reminder, I didn't tell them what I wanted at all but if it feels like inspired action you could get your manifestation that way as well. Your mom or dad could ask you what you wanted and that's basically considered success and inspired action to tell them what you want.

I don't wanna repeat the circumstance for me but who cares! It's the past and I'm a billionaire now! Basically, dad didn't have a job before and we had a strict budget. We were only able to eat fried eggs or hotdogs at this time so you can tell that we couldn't afford other dishes at that moment but I didn't give up. I just ranted about the fear I'm feeling about the circumstance once and released any feelings. After that, I didn't pay attention and forgot about that circumstance. Why, you may ask? Because whatever you focus on grows. Attention is our superpower. You will keep having whatever you're focusing on or paying attention to.

First day. As I said. I firmly decided and affirmed that we're gonna eat fried chicken. I also commanded my subconscious as a bonus. I embodied the energy of Blair Waldorf and Hong Haein from Queen of Tears and decided that and commanded my subconscious like a boss. I am gonna write up a post about this soon! Manifesting with boss or queen energy because we are the bosses and queens of our reality. You are the boss of your subconscious but again it's you. It wants you to have everything you want and it will give you that. Our lunch was different but it's another one of my favorites. It was a delicious soup with chicken and vegetables in it. It's good and we eat that with rice! It was delicious but did I give up? No. This is when I decided to give the 3d a positive meaning. I said "Well, there's chicken breast in that soup. Usually, when we have that dish, we still have some extra chicken in the freezer. If there's this then I'm pretty sure we have extra chicken left in the freezer for mom to cook fried chicken."

I just continued being firm in my decision and accepting my desire as a fact. (I'm literally writing this while Dad's making fries! Another one of my manifestations! Not the exact one. I love the McDonald's one but I haven't given up. It is as good as that though! I consider this as a sign! I was craving that so I decided to give it a go and manifest that.)

Next day. We had this sticky rice chicken broth soup. You probably know what this is if you're Filipino haha! Is it fried chicken? Nope but I still accepted my desire as fact. Affirmed when I felt like it but naturally.

Now today! (Literally eating fries now! I'm such a master in manifesting! 🍟)

Heard Mom talking about needing frying oil and decided to give that a positive meaning. That mom's gonna cook fried chicken. Mom cooks something, I didn't look because I know what it is of course. It smelt different like another food but did I give up? Again, no. Stood firm in my decision again. Affirmed it like a boss like it's gonna happen no matter what. "Nope, that's literally fried chicken breast. Yup, it is. We're having that for lunch and dinner."

I saw Mom put it on the table and it looked and smelled so good! I was so proud of myself. I have been reading and watching law of assumption videos and over consumed. I was so happy because I know what works for me now! You should do what feels right or what works for you no matter what other people are saying in the law of assumption community. Heck, just follow the persisting and assigning positive meaning from mine and do which technique works for you! You can do it! I've had problems manifesting too before but I'm manifesting so easily and effortlessly now. I believe in you. Dare to think that your desires are facts. Also, do what makes you happy in the middle of manifesting! What would we feel when we have manifested what we want? HAPPINESS. Doing what makes you happy (have common sense please) and knowing it's done will do wonders for you! You're basically shifting to your desired reality where your manifestation is a fact and is true! Ask yourself moment to moment when you're free. "What feels the happiest for me to do right now?" For me, it could be watching BTS funny moments or performances or watching Ghibli and Disney movies! I'm currently binge watching what I missed or what I haven't watched! I'm planning to watch all Ghibli movies! I totally recommend them! They give you such feel good vibes! Whatever is available to you that you can do right now like making yourself a nice cup of your favorite coffee and watching your favorite comfort show or movie. It could be playing games or as simple as playing with your pet. Those that you liked to do as a child. Whatever makes you happy, just have common sense. That is why I gave you a lot of examples! Anyway, that is all!

I wanna thank my beautiful sister @babygothprincess (she's not my sister. She's just so helpful and sweet and she always felt like an older sister to me so I gave her that nickname ☺️) for being patient with me and literally becoming my manifesting teacher or mentor here! I wouldn't be able to be the manifesting queen/boss that I am now without her constant help and encouragement! Thank you sis as always!!! You deserve to live your best life because you help all of us here so much! I'm eternally grateful! (High five if you guys know which movie this line is from! 🤚) I can't thank you enough! I learned so much from you!

- XOXO Rian 💋

Btw, who likes roleplaying and Gossip Girl please DM me! I am a co-admin of a Gossip Girl Rp group so tell me if you're interested! It's set in the present so Blair and the others are now married and are adults but there are characters from other shows too. There's a whole new generation. It's the Gossip Girl reboot characters plus original characters a.k.a OC's/the characters we created. Message me if you wanna join in the fun! Bye!

Note: I also manifested being featured in SUA (subliminal amino) and I got it literally just a few minutes after deciding and knowing it's done!

I just literally thought: "Oh my God! I got featured! Thank you so much! That's so sweet." I did it once or twice and whenever I thought about it and it was done!!! 🌈