#MA'AM STOP IT

[thiziri]

Princess Anne staring her husband Sir Tim Laurence attend The Second Day of The Festival of British Eventing at Gatcombe Park, on 05 August 2023 🥰💕

[egophiliac]

starting off with an amuse-bouche of some of my initial favorite bits! y'all, this update was WILD.

[minotaurs-my-beloved]

Your first lesson in riding

Cowboy minotaur my beloved<33

TW: nothin! i just love minotaurs and this has been sittin in my drafts for like months. forgive me if the dialogue isn't the best, im not used to writing it

In an attempt to get a fresh start on life, you and a really close friend had recently moved to a new small town in the south thinking it'd be the perfect place. And after a long first day at work, you decided to go to the local bar, wanting to let loose a bit after the stress of moving and your job. 

Standing at the bar, you rest your crossed arms on the wood, ordering a drink. Keeping to yourself because, let's be honest, none of us have the confidence to ever go up to anyone, only to hear someone come up and stand next to you. Flicking your eyes over to see who it is and being graced with the sight of a big, burly, minotaur. His brown short furred body ripples with muscles still visible even through his shirt, shaggy hair slightly covering his eyes, white hat sitting on his head nuzzled between his big sharp horns. 

"Oh... oh he's fuckin' pretty" is all you can think as you stare unabashedly at the man. After a second he feels your gaze and turns slightly to face your direction, the both of you locking eyes. Blushing hard you quickly rip your gaze from him, mentally crying that you no longer get to drool over his Herculean body, a Greek tragedy indeed, but you're far too embarrassed at being caught to try again.

He huffs out a laugh though his cute cow snout at your reaction, the gold bull ring shining in the fairly dim lighting. 

"You must not be from 'roun here, haven't seen you before. Names Mason." He growls out softly, staring down at his drink, a smile on his lips. It takes you a second to understand what he said, your mind lagging like my old ass computer. Turning to him you give him your name then answer him, "I just moved here bout a week ago." You respond, downing your shot, hoping it'll give you some courage, but all it does is burn your throat. He takes a slow sip of his own drink, setting it down, and facing you, "Pretty name for a pretty girl." 

Turning around to lean your back against the wood, you tease him, laughing, "Bit generic." All while trying to ignore that, generic or not, it still made you feel a few butterflies. 

He chuckles, moving to stand in front of you, "Sorry, darlin', I don't get to flirt much with women." You raise your eyebrows slightly at that comment, clearly not believing he doesn't get attention. 

"Mhmmm'' You grin, rolling your eyes playfully. "What? M'bein' serious! I mean sure, they come up to me, but 'm rarely interested enough to actually hold a conversation." He defends, raising his hands and chuckling.  "Oh? Well lucky me, being deemed worthy of your presence," you tease. He nods, leaning over you to grab his drink and take a sip while looking down at you, jokingly humming in agreement.

The tension is thick in the air as you stare at him, lips slightly parted. Without taking the time to actually think about your next move, you raise yourself on your tiptoes, just managing to reach the brim of his hat and pull it off. Placing it on top of your own, you grin up at him. 

He takes a deep breath turning his head to the side and clicking his tongue quietly, just barely managing to contain himself at how damn good you look wearing his hat. 

"You done got me riled, sweetheart. You can't be waltzin' around wearin' a cowboy's hat like that. Gonna give folks the wrong idea."

"Mm, and why is that?"

"There's some old sayin about if you wear a cowboy's hat, you gotta go home wit' 'im. Means nothin' to me, but, everything gets exaggerated and rumors spread like a wildfire in a small town like this." He warns, but that only fuels you more, "What if I want that?" You purr in a low tone, grinning as you run the pad of your thumb on the brim of the hat.

"Fuckin' tease," He growls in response. "You really want that?"

"M'wearin' your hat, aren't I?"

He takes you by the hand, leading you outside to his truck. It's extremely stupid to get in the car with a stranger but you do it anyway, he's just too good to give up. You do send your friend a quick text explaining the situation and give her your location, so at least you weren't completely defenseless.

If anyone were to ask you what his house looks like you'd have no answer, the both of you were far too busy messily kissing to notice literally anything around you. Kicking the door shut and throwing you down on the bed, he starts to slowly undress you. All except the hat.

He spreads your thighs apart, squeezing them while kissing up and down the inner part, leaving little bite marks in his wake, teasing his tongue just around your cunt.

"Stop teasin'!" You whine, bucking your hips slightly, furrowing your brow and pouting. "Yes Ma'am," he lazily salutes, before burying his tongue deep inside your cunt, moaning into your pussy at how good you taste. The vibrations make your eyes roll back, your leg kicking slowly in pleasure. He keeps intense eye contact with you as he laps at your pussy, sloppily making out with your cunt. Flicking his tongue on your clit, he slowly pushes one of his thick fingers inside, beginning to stretch you out.

Three fingers deep, you cum all over his hands and face, your thighs shaking as you pull his hair harshly and scream his name. That only encourages him to go faster, sucking on your clit til you push his head away.

He gives you a cocky grin, licking his fingers clean and giving you one more kiss on your thigh. Tapping your ass twice, he pants, "C'mon, baby, wear the hat, ride the cowboy. Up." Still shaking slightly, you get on you knees, throwing your leg over his body to straddle him.

Groaning as you grind down on him, his fingers press into your skin, leaving little indents on your hips. You lift off of him for a moment to pop the tip in before slowly sinking down on his massive cock, whimpering at the stretch. Stopping half way to catch your breath, he rubs little circles on your skin to soothe you, "You're doin' such a damn good job, darlin', real proud of yah."

He continues to praise you as you begin to take the rest of him. Cautiously, you begin to ride his cock, moaning as he hits every single spot deep inside you. "M-mason! Fuck, so deep!" You rest both of your hands on his chest, using them to help you bounce up and down, whining each time his dick slams deeper into you, tears already beginning to form in the corners of your eyes.

He groans, throwing his head back and slapping your ass, moaning out more praise, loving to watch you keen at his words. After a while he notices your thighs trembling and starts helping you lift your hips. "G-gonna cum!" You choke out, he grabs your face, forcing you to look down into his eyes.

"Don't you dare look away." Mason growls, your body forces you to listen, trying your hardest not to let your eyes roll back as you clamp down on your cock, milking him for all he's worth. He holds your hips still as he rams up into you, filling you up with his hot cum.

You collapse onto the bed, the both of you sweaty and panting, Mason reaches over, hooking his arm over your waist and pulling you into his chest, putting his head atop your own.

You're never giving this man up.

[cozylittleartblog]

i forgot i was wearing lipstick today

[columboscreens]

[dapurinthos]

found the dark disciple storyboards for the vos & ventress vs dooku fight on raxus secundus.

[bmoreisapunkrocktown]

"Children should be dragged kicking and screaming to school and the doctor's office and grandma's house and the park" is not and never will be a pro-child opinion.

If your kid doesn't want to go to school so much that they throw a temper tantrum and scream until they go hoarse, and your response is "shut up because you have to go" the problem is still you ignoring your kids needs and you're a shitty parent.

[olgipolgi]

her puppy dog eyes, it's over for me 🥺🖤

[diazsdimples]

Go feral? Don’t mind if I do. Ok, so, let’s talk about OB doc Thomas Kinard and his newest nurse, Evan Buckley. Evan is all sunshine and youth and enthusiasm and eager af to constantly learn more and impress those around him. Tommy hates him. But only because Tommy’s been burnt one too many times by romance.

And jesus this kid just doesn’t let up. He follows everyone around like a lost puppy. Dr. Wilson, chief of surgery. Chim, head anesthesiologist. Diaz, the heart surgeon (yeah, you read that right). And he’s somehow latched onto Bobby, head nutritionist of the hospital. It’s fucking adorable.

Evan is always right there with whatever Tommy needs for a procedure. Supplies, information, forms, or trying to be a shoulder to cry on when things don’t turn out the way they planned. When a little one or a mother is lost.

For months Tommy is able to keep his distance. Shut Evan out for damn close to a year. Because this kid is too good to be true and Tommy just needs to wait it out. It’ll pass. The feelings will pass.

But they don’t. It only gets worse when one day Tommy notices the hospital’s PR person, Taylor fucking Kelly, getting way too comfortable with Evan. Touching his shoulder and fidgeting with a loose curl. It shouldn’t bother him but it does. Ratcheting up the possessiveness Tommy’s been shoving down.

“Everything okay here?” Tommy folds his arms and deliberately puts himself between Taylor and Evan.

“Fine,” Taylor drawls, flashing her signature predatory smile. All the grace and pleasantness of a shark about to attack.

“Could I borrow Evan for just a moment?” Tommy asks, already grabbing Evan by the elbow and guiding him towards an empty exam room.

*

“What’s going on? Is everything o-”Buck doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence because Dr Kinard, Tommy — he has no idea what to call him right now — is hauling him in for a bruising kiss. It’s intense but sweet, like lightning and champagne rushing through his veins.

“It is now,” Tommy answers when they separate, suddenly looking shy. “If it was for you. I shouldn’t have - was that okay?”

Somehow Buck manages to find his voice. “Yeah. That works.”

Hippo get back here, you can't just drop this in my inbox and then LEAVE 🔪🔪🔪

You might just find a continuation of this in your inbox in the next few days. Who knows

[sexygaywizard]

why am I incapable of finding a normal psychiatrist. I constantly go off medication for months or years at a time because my psychiatrists eventually weird me out so much i can't bring myself to go back to them like what is up.

[shepherds-of-haven]

I'm seconding Croelle and Blade because I'd like to romance them both, and the tension would be too fine and horrifying a thing 🥂

If you wanted to be really insane about it, you could just flirt with one and then the other over the course of the 20 hours and see what happened 😅😅😅

[madisonbeersource]

madison beer during her spinnin tour

[non-daily-kozaki-karin]

Not sure if I'm allowed to post this one but this is basically what it's like to be the owner of this blog

[lastoneout]

You know it's kinda hard to take doctors seriously when they say "your Google search isn't the same as my medical degree" when I have, on multiple occasions, asked my doctor a question only for her to immediately fucking google it right in front of me. Like I don't expect you to perfectly remember every single thing you learned in the eight years you were in med school at the drop of a hat but like idk Doc I don't really feel like you have the high ground on this one!

[archivistprotocol]

*slams into the room with all the grace of a baby and knocks shit off the tables, sending the red string board flying*

forget that relationship tension for a second (dw, i'm Thinking About It). SAM. PUT THE FORMS DOWN. and for the love of everything holy and good, DO NOT GO TO THE MAGNUS INSTITUTE RUINS. you wanna be the next redcanary??? that's where you're fucking headed, buddy. i know the saying is "curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back," but in this case, there ain't nothin' to be satisfied about when it comes to exploring some ol' spooky ruins that are gonna grab you by the feet and drag you further in until you don't know if you're you anymore, or some unwilling servant to a gluttonous, knowledge-seeking eldritch horror. or, you know, you end up dead. there's that. sam. my man. put the forms down, stay the FUCK away from the magnus institute, and figure your shit out with celia and alice because i swear to the unholy eldritch horrors that if you hurt alice in your ill-advised crusade to unravel your past and the secrets of the magnus institute, something worse than a tunnel goblin gouging your eyes out is coming your way.

[thiziri]

Princess Anne attening a Julie Andrews Tribute Evening, at the The Waldorf Hilton, London, on 07 October 1989.