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[cate-eblanchett]

I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends || Cate & Julianna

Months and months of anticipation, anxiety and especially excitement. Cate had this idea since a long time ago, she never did something like this before but with Julianna she had been through several first times and getting a ring, the most perfect ring as symbol of their commitment and as a promise of being by her side for the rest of their lives if it was possible because no one knows when life can change and the circumstances that lead you by different ways, when you lose someone you really love and you have to wait thirty years to feel that kind of love and rush again you don’t want to wait any longer when fate played at your favor. Cate was convinced that Julianna was the one, she has put sweat and tears to get the perfect ring that adorned her girlfriend’s finger and not only that, she wanted the perfect place and moment to pop up the transcendental question. Sometimes Julianna probably wondered why cate kept getting calls and mails that she never wanted to answer in her presence but everything was part of their plan.

After the Cannes festival where their family spent wonderful days where cate and Julianna could share with their kids part of the glamour and chaos of such a big event the couple flew to NYC as cate promised she would spend some weeks with Julianna’s at her place and little did she know that cate would not only spend those days with her, also, she had a big surprise for her.

“I’ve heard this new place in town has the best pasta. I think it’s strange you didn’t hear about it before” Cate said as she walked with Julianna by one of their favorite streets in New York after had left the car that left them there. Cate was wearing a pair of black trousers, a white shirt with a low cut showing off her cleavage and a black blazer, her hair slick back hair style and high heels that echoed against the pavement with every step, cate was not saying too much, she was trying to keep concentrated and calm while their made their way into a well-known building “oh! Do you remember this place? Your first apartment in New York!” cate said “casually” and smiled “what If we walk in? I want to see how much it has changed” she proposed as they kept looking up to the construction from the outside “come on! It will take us just five minutes! you love visiting memory lane!” cate said with a chuckle and pulled julianna inside “seventh floor” she remained where her old apartment was and while the elevator opened, she tapped her foot against the floor a nervously as she played with the buttons of her blazer, she winked at Julianna and held her hand “do you want to explore a little bit more?” she asked with the biggest and naughtiest smile on her face as she held her hand tighter walking through the hallway where julianna walked by every day during a long time and where cate sneaked in to see her every night until their affair ended, “the greatest kisses where shared here” she said leaning against the door of the apartment where julianna lived “do you remember” she whispered as she moved her hand behind her back and put her hand on the knob and “magically” the door opened. Cate pretended to be shocked “it’s open! Shall we…? Yes, yes! Come here!” cate insisted against julianna’s shocked reaction “if we go to jail for breaking in, we will have another anecdote to share with our grandchildren”

When the couple entered to the old apartment, the place had the lights low, some candles lit creating a romantic atmosphere the house was redecorated but when they walked into the living room, it was like if nothing had changed, everything was set up as if it was taken from the 90s, even some objects where the same that they owned back then “welcome to our little world” cate suddenly said feeling confident enough to reveal the real place where they would be having dinner “dinner for two on the floor, in a very exclusive place just for you and me. Do you like it?” cate couldn’t help but laugh with julianna’s reaction and because they were finally there.

[sxoirserxnan]

Panic || Jaoirse

Saoirse had just casually been taking pregnancy tests since they as a couple agreed they would start trying for a baby. Even in that agreement it was a large portion of it that didn’t feel yet real. Least to Saoirse some part of her felt like they were still just kids playing at marriage. But both those lines showed up on this test and she went into what could only be described as a cold sweat. But maybe she shouldn’t panic, maybe she should just take another to be sure. Crap though two more pink lines. Crap. This just actually got real and she couldn’t find the words to describe it. In her panic she ran towards the bathroom door and ran back in unsurity twice. “Jack” she yelled out after texting him twice. Dressed in a warm sherpa jacket and leggings she jsut went to him because she felt like he’d only be the one to make sense of what was in her head @lowdenofdreams

[lakesandprairies]

@ourfairdominion liked for a starter

"Are you serious?"

[delicatecometes]

Ghosts, Science, and Condemned Buildings. | Ike & Firkle 7.5.22

It was pathetically easy to sneak out. All he had to do was do the exact opposite of what Kyle did most of the time. His ploy had started early in the day, a headache. He made little comments, tongued the pills his mother insisted he take, and was eventually sent to bed very early, sleep was the best cure for a headache after all. He was confident he wouldn't be disturbed, but as extra insurance, Ike made a pillow and blanket dummy, and put the black curly wig on the mannequin head.

With the dummy taken care of, he opened his window smoothly, and without fear, jumped from the sill to the branch and climbed down. It really wasn't difficult, after all, he had done it so many times. And he had calculated the exact angle and trajectory he needed to jump anyways. From there, all Ike had to do was walk to the abandoned asylum. His backpack thumped against his back. Ike had packed gloves, goggles, tweezers, and microscope slides. This abandoned building was an old asylum. Rumored to be haunted with demons or ghosts or whatever. Ike had laughed at those rumors, the only supernatural things that existed was dead celebrities. He hadn't seen one in ages.

After some walking, Ike saw the abandoned building and waited outside for his "adventure" partner. Firkle was one of his closest associates, so it made sense that they would come here together. Firkle didn't irritate him like almost everyone from this town, so it made sense why he got the dopamine rush whenever Firkle was around. Yep, that was the reason. He wondered if Firkle would be doing his goth thing with some spiritual device or if he would help Ike with his sample collecting. Whatever he was doing, Ike trusted Firkle enough to not be an idiot. Which was incredibly high praise from him.

@disconsolatememoirir

[solarissolace]

Mysterion and Chaos: Behind the Scenes. 7.28.22

With the nasty business of Eric faking his parents death and making Butters clean up the blood when in reality they were on a trip to Hawaii, he was thankful that he was getting to relax. His parents had let him out on account of the fact it was summer, and the house had been so clean they couldn’t complain when he asked to go out. The blond had instantly seized the opportunity, not wanting to get it revoked and had invited Kenny to come with him to their local comics shop. It was… it was what he expected for their small town. Still, the manager was awfully nice and even if the selection wasn’t that great, there was always something new to read every few weeks. He couldn’t really ask for me. Butters technically supposed he could, but that was rude!

In his pale hands, his fingers wrapped in colorful bandages, was a Batman comic. It featured Spoiler, something he was excited about. While he did like the villains, there was always a joy seeing her get up to antics. He flipped the page, and he saw something that made him frown. It was a smiling, pale face. Gross, it was the Joker! He stared at the bloodied purple suit. He would never allow Professor Chaos to get that dirty, or if he did, he would promptly take care of it. But this stupid clown didn’t seem to care about appearances and looking sharp, it made him close the comic, but he kept his thumb inside the issue as he walked over to Kenny.

It was so easy hanging out with Kenny. He didn’t have to worry for his own safety like when he hung out with Eric, didn’t have to listen to any self righteous speeches from Kyle, or pretend he gave a darn about whatever cause of the week Stan had taken up. He loved them all, but they weren’t as fun as Kenny. He looked up at Kenny, a look of amusement in his eyes but his face in an annoyed pout.

“Will ya get a load of this guy? He steals money all the time surely he can get some soap or pay for a laundromat.” He flipped open the issue, showing the Joker. “There ain’t even an ounce of concern.” His eyes glittered briefly, and his tone turned a bit sly. “I bet Professor Chaos wouldn’t be seen like this.”

@muffledvigilante

[lipid]

Protests and memorials in honor of the first and only openly nonbinary Mexican magistrate, Jesús Ociel Baena Saucedo, in CDMX, Aguascalientes and Mexicali.

Ociel advocated for laws protecting LGBT people, trans youth, equal marriage, gender identity recognition, between others. They inspired a lot of trans and gnc people in the country, being widely celebrated for their advocacy in court and for being open about their relationship with gender.

On the morning of November 13, 2023, Ociel was found murdered with their partner in their house. Police said they didn't have "enough proof" to consider it a homicide.

Justice for Ociel, for Karen, for Renata, for Paola, for Naomi, for Dayanne, for Ivonne, for Valeria, for every trans person murdered in this country and in the world.

[chicacrazy0]

[yo-espero-que-me-leas]

[melodicwitchlight]

ofwolvesandkings ☀️ robb stark :

She is only an arm’s length away from full womanhood. The child that he once knew had dissipated; a single speck in an hourglass. An hourglass that counted days of pain, rage, fear, blood, vengeance.

She carries that tiny blade wherever her thirst for blood takes her. She skewers the throats of men twice her size with her eyes blinded. And then she utters two words upon their death, a silent prayer – or perhaps a tribute to the god of Death.

Does she know of her silent guardian - her watchful protector? She sleeps in the shadows, the identity of ‘Stark’ long forsaken; she is now Alayne the Blind Girl. And yet, when her eyes close and weariness overcomes her, she is not alone.

A single wolf appears, careful steps not to wake her; he is her bastion. A shield in the deep of the night when those her sacrifice her name to Death come searching.

The wolf appears when she is asleep, and is gone come the morning. He is bound to this world, to his family, by greater magicks than Death. He is the wolf who died twice. Grey of coat, and fast as the Wind. Eyes as blue as the sea, and howl more awe-inspiring than any war cry.

He wonders ; do her eyes open in the night and see him there?

she was sleeping in the forest ; differing to the high road, where she and petyr had went there by horse 🐎 carriage to meet liege lords.

she was peacefully sleeping, this girl, in the forest where he roamed. howling for spring. he remembered he had being killed by an arrow in the wedding between him and roslin frey ; an event of intimate regicide. the air was cold as he breathes in, yet quite beautiful.

air so sweet and soft like perfume.

as he makes a low growl reverberating in its throat. looking at her dark brunette hair, not a bright auburn autumn. and nudging at the iron crown next to her that cat had been holding between her fingers.

& looks to her carefully, realising it was his sister ; he would be her protector…

she wakes from sleep, raising her lantern a little. hears something shift in the atmosphere, the leaves rustling… she feels something touch her face, the black snout of a nose.

seeing the blue sparkling eyes ; blue as the waters surrounding the reddening brown brick bridge of the red keep ; where she sometimes saw tourney battles ( wearing pink dress and golden belt brocade ). and the southern hairstyle that she thought ever so lovely and elegantly sophisticated.

and then there was the first time she saw ser dontos hollard, who she escaped with from the city. she had been relieved when climbing down the cliffs ; that she had not fallen from there and dashed onto the rocks below. once she remembered she thought it romantic and tragic to save her from the horrifying life with joffrey and her situation. yet now more knowing she was only one who saved herself.

a direwolf? she thinks,

it was a giant wolf ; one which looked like it had survived an eon of winter. yet its blue eyes spoke of a haunting.

‘ are you lady? ‘ she whispers, despite knowing her direwolf was buried in the grounds of winterfell. yet if her mother had been revived, perhaps her direwolf too…?

she sees the wolf look at her hair, brown bottles of hair dye to guise herself as alayne, petyr’s daughter. and then with a paw, he wrote something on the dirt ; pawing in the soil. he had written ‘ r o b b ‘ in the dirt.

tears prick at her eyes, remembering hoping he could have appeared as a ghost as she was with her mother.

she and cat had went onto another forest through the passage from the high road to rest ; travelling through ferry.

he puts a soft paw 🐾 ;; grey and black fur as his wolf ( grey wind ) into her arm as a comforting gesture at seeing her sad.

i’m thinking of you, feeding the fire of our dreamful laughter life.

‘ we’ll all be together, I promise. ‘ he then traces onto dirt to accompany his name.

[saciada]

sempre te tive como quem soubesse que ia te perder.

— saciada.

[craycraybluejay]

You know how a pretty obvious majority of kinksters are submissives? You want to know a big part of the reason why it's hard to find a dom that's into the same hard kink you are?

Ask a hardcore masochist what they think of being whipped.

Then ask a hard sadist what they think of whipping someone.

Do you notice that the sadist/dom will often either dance around an answer or try to use soothing language/euphemism not unlike the way how in many places people are still expected to discuss sex if at all. Gentle, calculated language.

The issue is, especially with a new surge of purity culture overtaking so-called "leftist" online circles, is that fantasy becomes a moral judgement.

Sub with a noncon kink: "I want to be raped" (cnc but like. People can talk ab it how they want don't cancel me fr.)

Response from Normies: "well that's weird and kinda dark but ok"

Dom with a noncon kink: "I want to rape"

Response from Normies: "I'm calling the police and you should kys and you're also a sexual abuser and even though you haven't said anything about kids you're also also a pedophile :)"

Not only does the attitude of murderous hatred against doms/tops with hard kinks/fetishes/paraphilias make it difficult for them to practice those kinks (safely and ethically) out of fear of social backlash if it's ever found out even if both they and their partner[s] had a great time and are fine-- but, it actively puts innocent people in danger by equating thoughts and attractions of ANY KIND to the act of hurting others against their will. It equates fantasy, which can oftentimes be played out safely if in a modified way with real harmful actions.

Also, kink is still illegal in many places, so don't "its illegal" me about harder kinks. Law is not morality, none of us are free until all of us are free, etc. You get the gist.

You want to see more doms? Meet someone who can indulge your "scary badwrong" sexy feelings? Then maybe don't actively promote a culture where you put ANY kind of attraction or kink under fire. It doesn't matter if it'd be unethical to act out in real life. Some of the most common kinks worldwide are unethical as fuck to act out irl, including rape. That's why we have cnc, come on, guys.

You know what? In fact, you SHOULD actively shun people who shame others for their sexual feelings. EVEN if you think it's gross. EVEN if it wouldn't be ethical to act on irl. Let these types know that their puritan ideals are NOT accepted here. Let them know that if they want to go to church they can do that but not in your space, not forcing other (non consenting!) people to listen to their hateful and repressive ideology.

Like, hey, I'm not into ABDL, for example. But I will defend to the death other people's right to be into that. To think and feel whatever they think and feel. You think diapers are sexy? Great! I don't personally see the appeal, but you do you boo. There is no Correct Way to be sex/kink negative. Either you believe in thought crime or you don't.

And yes, this post includes "harmful" paraphilias (I put it in quotes because they're only harmful if acted on), sadomasochism, mutilation fetishism, etc etc. Every "gross" or "evil" kink, fetish, para you can possibly imagine. The stuff that makes you horny is just stuff that makes you horny, and being horny is normal. Being "weird horny" is also normal. No one deserves to experience shame, let alone public harassment or hate over feelings they most of the time don't Choose to have. Be mindful of puritan rhetoric and strike it down when you see it.

[simplygoingmadd]

blasting my silly little music and creating my silly little daydreams so i don’t lose my silly little mind

[notwerewolf-art]

peekaboo!

[eleonorpiteira]

Celeste dos Cravos

An illustration commemorating the 50 years of the Carnation Revolution that took place in Portugal on the 25th of April of 1974, and the woman, Celeste Caeiro, who gave the revolution its name with a simple gesture :)

25 de Abril sempre! Fascismo nunca mais! ✊

Art Prints: inprnt & Redbubble

[somos-deseos]

De mí.

Para mí. 𓆩♡𓆪

[munespice]

Happy Pokemon Day! Happy 28th birthday to my favorite franchise 🌿🥳