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every day is a tightrope,

my gait a little shakier

with each step.

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The Joys Of Conducting Classes Online When The IT Guru Decides To Activate The Virtual Classroom 2 Minutes Early

ME (unaware the VC is active): "Do I have everything on my laptop?"

A GIRL IN THE CLASS: "oooo, a cute girl so you can canoodle and we can watch would be fun."

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I want this car

Russian car mod

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An exotic dancer. "Burlesque"

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Covid sucks. Quarantine sucks. Getting quarantined in an area where there's no wireless service sucks.

That is all.

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What many fail to get is oh the irony... the REAL American experience is listening to all those on here bitchibg about this when it was THEIR ANCESTORS that brought that shit over here and introduced it to this continent to begin with...

the true american experience is wondering if you just heard firecrackers or gunshots

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“Aside from myself, there was no sign of me.” ― Nicole Krauss

1.Rumi | 2.Holly Warburton | 3.Maggie Stiefvater | 4.Fyodor Dostoyevsky | 5.Nickie Zimov | 6.Clarice Lispector | 7.Nigel Van Wieck | 8.Georgia O’Keeffe | 9.Andrew Wyeth | 10.Mary Oliver | 11.Ilenia Tesoro | 12.Sylvia Plath | 13.Walt Whitman | 14.Nickie Zimov | 15.Jean-Paul Sartre | 16.Lydia Roberts | 17.Natalie Wee | 18.Lew Thomas | 19.Albert Camus

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Hey did you happen to see that post about indigenous brands to shop from or to support. I’m looking for it at the moment

This ask has been sitting in my inbox forever - and I’m really sorry about that - but I finally found it!!! I’m also gonna add some other links from other posts too. 

List of indigenous owned businesses 

Pendleton blankets from the Navajo Water Project

Indigenous authors to add to your bookshelf

This isn’t really for shopping, these are just a good list of links to donate to to help multiple indigenous communities in the face of COVID 19

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Can you do a Mc x Xenia smut fic where their in a carriage and can’t be loud or they’ll get caught but Xenia keeps testing mc?

The sun was high, casting intricate shadows lazily through the parted curtains of the carriage. The sultry lines of Xenia’s face dancing beautifully with them as she gave you a smirk.

“What is on that clever mind of yours, sweet girl?"

Xenia leaned back, raising an eyebrow as you started to blush.

“Well, my queen... if it can get that blush of yours to reach all the way to the tops of your ears, it must be very good, hm?”

You blushed even further, eyes falling over the soft flesh of her thighs that Xenia had crossed so deliciously next to you. You bit your bottom lip, casually pretending to look out of the window before you spoke.

“Ah… “

You paused, feeling a relentless fluster begin to overcome you. Eyes turning back - falling from one immaculate part of hers to another. Her smirk only growing darker - a knowing look coating over silver eyes as she leaned in.

“Come now, be a good girl and tell me.”

“Frost, Xenia…”

You blushed furiously, causing her to chuckle as she leaned back again.

“Well, I can hardly help you with whatever is on your mind if you do not use your words, sweet girl.”

You took a deep breath before replying. “I was just… I thought, maybe… frost.”

She looked at you like a spider with its prey, uncrossing her legs as she leaned forward fully - facing you. Firm fingers around your chin as she forced you to look at her.

“Are you so desperate, my queen? Hm? To have my hands on you?”

“Frost, Xenia.. I'm always desperate for that.”

Her smirk grew a little wider, thumb tracing over your chin before releasing it.

“Good girl.”

“Mmph… I… “

“Tell me, sweet girl.. do you think you would be able to keep yourself quiet enough so that everyone outside of this carriage was none the wiser as to what was going on?” She watched you, playing idly with a strand of your silken red hair. “I mean.. just think of what a scandal such a thing would be…. the newly appointed queen… all flushed and undone under her Spy Mistress’ experienced fingers…”

You wondered for a minute if you could, if you’d be able to keep the utterly desperate moans that she could bring forth from your body silent - but you were willing to find out.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Such confidence, sweet girl.” She smirked. “I guess we will find out, hm?”

Just the sound of the fabric of her cloak rustling as she repositioned herself was enough to fill your whole body with heat. The gentle touch of her fingers as they traced over your dress, ghosting over your thighs. Each second only causing the pool of heat in your core to build. A slight gasp from your parted lips as her fingers found their way to your against your eager flesh, spreading your legs a little further. Her intoxicating pheromones spilling over you as she leaned in, placing a soft kiss to your neck - the sheer fabric of her veil only making it more erotic against your flushed skin. You spread your legs for her even further still, inviting her in. Wanting nothing more than to feel her inside of you.

“So eager are we?”

She chuckled again, relishing in your fluster as she placed another sweet kiss to your neck - nipping at it softly as her fingers began a slow walk up your inner thigh. Your body practically vibrating with need as she found your core, and slight growl in her throat as she felt your wetness - your absolute desire for her.

“Mmh.. very eager, I see.” She murmured against your skin before nipping at it again.

‘Frost... Xenia.. I..”

“I know, sweet girl… I know.”

She cut any response you may have had short as her fingers teased over your entrance - swiftly sliding inside of you. An immediate curl to them, earning her the smallest of whimpers. A ghost of a chuckle against your skin as she pulled them out and circled over your clit - slow, teasingly. Each delicious movement as calculated as anything else Xenia did. A master of her talents, always. She nipped at your skin again, licking over it as she slid her fingers back in, forcing a sharp inhale to escape from your lips. Your warm juices dripping down into the sheer fabric of your panties as she started a slow pace, curling them with each immaculate thrust.

“Such a perfect queen. So exquisite.”

Her praises against your skin sent a tidal wave of heat across your body so intense that you felt your hips immediately jerk.

“Mmph.. frost..”

You could feel her smirk against you as she curled her fingers even deeper, hitting you exactly where you needed it most, causing you to bite your lip as you stifled a moan.

“And such a good girl.. hm?”

“Mmph.. yes.. ah-! Yes.. I am.”

Picking up the pace of her fingers even more, her thumb skating deliciously over your clit as the tip of her tongue traced over the length of your ear - earning an immediate gasp. Clawing your fingernails into the soft velvet that adorned the seats of your royal carriage as you did your best to keep quiet. Biting your lip even harder as she slid a third finger into you, forcing your legs apart as far as they could go - utterly desperate for her to fill you completely.

“You are doing so well, my queen. Such obedience for your Mistress.”

“Mmmph.. ah-!”

She chuckled again at the soft curse that slipped from your lips as she slid her fingers out of you, turning her focus to your clit. Circling over it one way, and then the other. Allowing her fingers to deliciously tease over your entrance and back up again. Over and over until your body began to shudder - until you were biting your lips so hard that you threatened to pierce straight through.

“My poor, sweet girl.. So desperate for release already?”

Before you even had a chance to mutter a reply - to try and think of any sort of coherent response - she hungrily slid her three fingers back into you - taking your core as it if it were hers, and only hers. Each thrust paired perfectly with the most delicious of curls. Your head falling back in utter pleasure as she proved her fingers relentless inside of you. A multitude of juices soaking the cushion beneath you - and when her thumb found your clit again - fireworks behind your eyes. White hot pleasure spilling over you - merciless in nature. The tips of your fingers digging as you did your best to stable yourself.

“Mmmph… Xenia.. I’m… I’m so close.”

She leaned in, cooled breath over your flushed skin as she whispered.

“Then come for me like the good queen that you are.”

There was no more exquisite heat - nothing that could unravel you faster - than the illustrious Mistress of Spies telling you to come for her. It was all you could do to not scream her name out into the air of the small cabin. To completely and utterly moan out in pleasure as your hips began to jerk - as your juices gushed out from your core, coating her fingers and everything underneath it. A peak of pleasure so intense that the slight metallic taste of blood was no surprise to you as you bit your lip even harder - keeping the deepest of screams to escape from your overly flushed body as her fingers kept their pace. A thousand praises whispered into your ear as you rode out your pleasure on her experience fingers - your own fingers wrapped in her hair as you pulled her closer - peak finally beginning to subside. A smug smirk to her face as she placed another soft kiss to your neck - holding you securely as she allowed your breath to steady against her.

“You did so well, my queen.”

“Mmph.”

You couldn’t muster a word even if you tried. Your head leaned back against the back of the seat - panting. Completely and utterly spent as you felt the carriage come to a slow halt.

“Frost.. How am I.. supposed to.. Frost, Xenia.”

“Ah, something you perhaps should have thought about beforehand, sweet girl.”

You allowed your eyes to find hers, blushing again at the soft smirk that resided on her lips.

“Ha… yeah.. perhaps.”

She chuckled, leaning over to place a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Come now, my queen. The council awaits.”

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Queer Native Americans and indigenous people are beautiful and deserving of affection and respect. Queer BIPOC make the LGBTQ+ community better by being in it.

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A soft moment with our gorgeous sorceress, turning more steamy? Please?

“Mmh.. that feels quite good, meine liebe.”

You smiled as the soft bristles of the brush made their way through strands of silken moonlight. The fair skin of her back and shoulders effervescent in the warm lighting in the room. Another soft stroke through her hair, earning a small hum of content from Helena. Your fingers ghosting over her as you moved her hair to rest over one shoulder, exposing the length of her neck to you. An intoxicating mix of lavender and mint washing over you as your lowered your lips down to meet her skin, blessing it softly with a light kiss.

“You taste even better than you smell, babe.”

You knew this forced a smirk to curl across her lips, adjusting herself slightly to give you better access to her neck and collarbone area.

“Hm? Do I now?”

A breath of a hum as you placed another kiss to her shoulder, trailing your lips softly up the landscape of her neck before nipping gently at her ear. Her long fingers tangled in the dark tendrils of your hair as she pulled in you closer - a silent plea to continue. Each kiss filled to the brim with your unwavering love for her. You smiled as you felt her breath hitch in her throat, skin growing flushed beneath your touch - another as your teeth lightly nipped at her flesh.

“Mmh.. keep this up, my love, and I will be forced to take you where you stand.”

You smirked, making sure she could feel it against her skin. “Oh no, babe.. how horrible.”

You placed another heated kiss to her neck, this time earning a soft moan as she swiftly spun her chair around in one fluid motion - facing you. She patted her lap in the most suggestive of ways, immediately filling your body with heat. With a delicious smirk upon her lips - deep blue pools of desire drinking you in - devouring you. She was the only woman in any realm who could make your knees weak with a single glance - a single trace of her tongue over her lips.

She smirked again, leaning back in the chair. “Is my lap not suitable enough accommodations for you, my love?”

You blushed at words, utterly aware of the fact that for the last thirty seconds you had only been staring. The luminous hues of her skin brilliant against the deep reds of her lingerie. Strands of moonlight spilling beautifully over one shoulder. You were grateful for the small amount of clothes you were wearing - for anything more would be threatened to burn away by the relentless flush that was taking over your body. A calculated sway of a single thigh, a heated look that could burn down the whole city if she allowed it. The length of her arm reached out to you as she took your hand in hers, pulling you down on to her.

“I.. ah- .. I was trying to fluster you here, babe.” You replied, settling down onto her.

“And you did, meine liebe.” A small kiss to your collarbone as she paused. “But now it is my turn to return that favor, no?”

She could look at you a million times in the way that she was, and it would never fail to take your breath away - to make you utterly weak. This goddess of a woman - once destined to walk through a life that she was forced to accept broken - was now filled with more love than any one human should be able to possess. She took your face softly into her hands - a caress so gentle that all you could do was to lean into it, allowing her to tangle her fingers deep within your hair.

“Hmph.. you never play fair, Helena.”

“Ah, but what is fair, my love?”

She smirked again, a little softer this time - lips crashing against yours - heated like falling embers, yet sweeter than anything you’ve ever tasted. You couldn’t help but moan, melting into her as you settled onto her lap even further. The tips of your fingers gentle as you cupped her cheek, willing her to kiss you deeply. And she did. She kissed you until your lips were swollen - until you were left breathless and panting - every cell in your body filled with nothing but absolute desire for her.

“Please, Helena…”

“Oh, meine liebe.. I am going to have to hear more than that.”

“Fuck.. please, touch me.. please..”

She hummed with satisfaction as she took your mouth back into hers, earning an immediate gasp as her long fingers began a slow walk down your inner thigh. Each gentle step only stirring the pool of heat that was steadily collecting in your core - whimpering at the eager sweeps of her tongue over yours. You felt insatiable - hungry beyond measure - rocking your hips against her before she had even touched you. A smug smirk across her lips as she kissed you harder, nipping at your bottom lip as - slowly sliding her hand beneath your panty line - an even smugger one as she felt how incredibly wet you were.

“You are so beautiful, my love.”

“Ah-.. says the literal goddess.”

She swiftly took your mouth back into hers, completely ravenous by the desire for her that was dripping from your core. Both of you moaning as she slid two fingers deep inside of you, curling them instantly. You couldn’t help but to rock your hips - to writhe against her - whimpering deliciously as she slid in a third.

“Mmh.. Helena.. Can I… May I touch you as well?”

You knew from that angle that you could only do so much, but you were desperate to feel her against you.

“You may, my love.”

You felt your whole core clench at the deep moan that escaped her lips as your fingers found her clit. Juices flowing just as steadily as yours, matching your desire for her.

“Mmmh… meine liebe..”

You were poetry in motion - two bodies dancing against each other in the dead of night - soft fingers exploring wet folds - a ghost of a flick over her clit. Moaning a little deeper as Helena spread her legs further - forcing yours to do the same. She picked up her pace and so did you. Free fingers tangled in soft hair - lips crashing - swollen, eager. And every time her breath hitched in her throat your whole body would set a blaze.

“Mmph.. fuck.. Helena..”

“My love… I.. “

Your forehead resting against hers, hand cupping her jaw - panting like two star-crossed lovers touching each other for the first time. A multitude of juices flowing as you both became relentless with your pace.. willing the other to unravel. To scream out - spell their name into the stars above with nothing more than their unwavering desires. Helena’s hips were the first to jerk, forcing yours to immediately follow suit. A pair of fingers curling, and circle over her clit, free hands pulling bodies as close as they possibly could. A singular fluidity as you moved in sync, muffling your moans as you kissed each other deeply. One cascade of pleasure after another as the story of your love imprinted itself into your flushed skin. A chorus of panting as the white hot pleasure that spilled so beautifully over the two of you began to fade. Swollen lips against heated flesh as you immediately fell against her, breathless.

“Holy… wow.. I.. fuck… I need to brush your hair for you more often, babe.”

Your voice was already thick with exhaustion as you placed a soft kiss to her shoulder before resting your head in the crook of her neck.

“You are quite welcome to do that anytime, my love.”

You could hear the smirk that coated her words, sighing as you melted into her. Her long arms wrapped around you as she pulled you closer - leaving not a single space between your bodies as you lingered in the moment - relishing in nothing more, than the unwavering warmth of your love.

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For Freaky Friday - Ruelle x MC w/ Rough Dirty Sex. I already need the autumn princess 👑❤️

“Heh.. someone is eager.”

An immediate blush - instant heat - the rich tones of Ruelle’s voice swiftly causing a pool of heat in your core. Not expecting her to return so soon from her nightly rounds. The exquisite view of your backside exposed to her as you were bent over the bed, securing a soft black rope to one of the posts. There was something about her, this Princess of the Night - in all her snarky, sarcastic glory - that drove you almost completely insane with want. A desire so strong that she could be standing next to you fully invisible - and you would still be dripping wet.

A ripple of a shiver across your body as the tip of her finger traced down the back of you, slightly teasing. The warmth of her breath against your nape as she leaned over you. Soft fabric cooled by the night air soothing against the fierce blush that was rapidly moving in.

“Did I interrupt something, princess?”

“That’s ‘future queen’ to you.” You replied with a smirk, looking over your shoulder at her.

Ruelle chuckled, slowly beginning to undo the buttons of her cloak. “Touché’.”

The sound of heavy fabric hitting the floor behind you heating your body even more as you secured the second rope. A slight gasp escaping from your lips as you felt the presence of her move in closer, her soft skin just barely skating over yours as she looked over your work.

“You are getting better.” She praised, earning an even deeper blush.

“Well, I did learn from the best.”

“Heh… flattery.”

Tips of emerald ghosting across the bare skin of your shoulders and back as the length of her leaned over you - tugging on the ropes. A satisfied smirk, hungry eyes as you turned your face to meet hers. Spiced pheromones rolling over you in waves as a sea of amber drank you in. Your body shuddering lightly at her unwavering attention. Her eyes falling from one supple curve to another as she appreciated the view of you. Perched upon your knees in a way that said ‘just take me’ - and by the way she was looking at you, you knew that's exactly what she wanted to do.

“Mind if I do the honors?”

Her tone was teasing, radiating in confidence - utterly aware of just how badly you wanted her.

“Please, do.” You smirked in turn, earning an immediate grasp of your hands as she moved fluidly from side of side - binding each of your wrists - forcing your body to fall forward even more. A delicious rise to your backside of you did. A trickle of desire moving down your spine as finally positioned herself behind you, leaning in to whisper.

“Are you ready for me, my queen?”

“Yes, Ruelle.”

“Heh… safeword?”

“Dagger.”

“Perfect.”

Even without the innuendo of praise, the word still made your whole core clench - causing you to drip almost instantly. The softness of her long fingers skating down your sides, grasping slightly as they reach your hips and pulled you firmly against her. A sharp gasp of surprise as the supple flesh of your backside made contact - making her chuckle.

“Always with the most delicious responses.”

You whimpered slightly, pressing the flushed skin of your backside into her even further.

“So eager to be filled, my queen?” Ruelle teased, chuckling again.

“Mmph.. frost..”

“Use your words.”

An exquisite sting spilling over you as the firmness of her hand found you.

“Ah-! Frost, Ruelle… mmph.. Yes… yes, I am eager for you.”

You didn’t even need to see her to know of the satisfied smirk that was painted across her lips. The tip of her finger tracing down the front of your core - a promise of what was to come. A delicious part to her lips as she added another finger, teasing your entrance. A subtle buck to your hips, willing her to give you more. A third finger against you, and you knew you juices were starting to her coat her fingers with each teasing movement she gave you.

“Mmh… please, Ruelle.”

“What an exquisite future queen. Begging for me.”

She chuckled again, a little softer this time. A relentless heat overwhelming you as the first finger slid inside of you, followed immediately by a second. A deep moan escaping from your lips as the third came next. Heated pleasure as you stretched around her, desperate for be filled by her and only her. A guiding hand at the small of your back encouraging your hips to match the pace of her fingers - slow at first, yet swiftly picking up the pace. The delicious sound of your ropes growing taut with each pull of your wrists - face flush against the pillow. A deeper moan, practically primal in nature as she slid a fourth finger inside of you, leaving you with the the exquisite feeling of being stretched so sufficiently.

“You are doing so well, my queen. Are you ready to take all of me?”

“Mmph.. frost.. yes, Ruelle.”

With nothing more than a masterful flick to her wrist - a perfect position to her fingers - she was knuckles deep inside of you. Forcing you to cry out for her. Your hips moving in perfect unison as you pulled against your restraints. A slight reposition to her body, and she was even deeper in - filling you in a way you had only dreamed about. Each thrust forcing you to cry out for her. To show her how utterly needy you were for her. Another firm grasp to your hips as she she pulled you back again, making you feel everything she had to give to you. Faster and faster until your juices were dripping her down to the wrist.

“Heh.. a perfectly needy queen, hm?”

Her words were like the flame to a match, causing your hips to jerk as you felt your pleasure begin to build. A merciless heat reaching every last inch of your eager body. Each thrust more purposeful than that last as her fingers continued to wreck you - fucking you in a way you didn’t even know was possible. One more masterful turn of her hand - curl of her fingers - and you could feel yourself begin to unravel.

“Mmmh.. don’t stop, Ruelle.. Please.”

And she didn’t. She didn’t let up her pace. She didn’t release the firm grasp that she had on your hips. Fucking you relentlessly. Forcing one orgasm on you after another until you could barely breathe - barely speak, think, exist. A shudder of a breath, a deep moan cutting through the night air - screaming out her name as your whole body fell breathless against the bed. The delicious sound of her fingers sliding out of you as she placed a soft kiss to your shoulder. Feeling the warmth of her slide over you from side to side as she quickly undid your restraints.

“Ruelle… I.. mmph.”

“Shhh.. it’s okay, princess. I know.”

She guided your body onto it’s side, firmly wrapping her arms around you. Another soft kiss to your temple as she held you closely, whispering sweet praises into your ear until you finally drifted off.

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@wlw-lovestruck-fiction ignore the haters, Runa. They forget the sun does not rise and set in their asses. And tell all I'll be back on the discord in a few days. Will message why I went MIA in a bit.

Just a suggestion-maybe the current mods should step down and let other people who actually care about this blog take over

Can you please explain how, or what we are doing or have done to show this? Like... we do our absolute best to answer every ask that comes in promptly and honestly. We do our absolute best to make sure you guys have content to read, as many days as we can. Some of us, including me, stress ourselves out over it to the point to where we have emotional break downs. How are are showing that we don't care??? I'm just.. I'm at a loss for words on this. Like.. we are only human. We have lives and outside influences that don't always make it easy for us to write as much as we would like. But we are doing our absolute best. I'm sorry if you feel as though we are lacking in some way shape or form, but how many Lovestruck blogs out there even put out as much content as we do? I'm just.. I don't even know what to say right now - Mod Runa

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oh your pillow isn’t comfortable? may I present to you, My Thighs™️