#The Roots of Baby Yoga

[pmohan]

https://yogahomeworkout.com/baby-yoga-strengthening-bonds-and-fostering-infant-development/

[lesinquietes]

Incel!dabi headcanons? 👀👀👀👀

Why would you open this can of worms 🥲

But before you read these, remember they’re rooted purely in incel ideologies. Like, these thoughts are not okay lmao so if you think you’re going to be triggered, veer away and take care of yourself

Tw; abusive relationship, baby trapping, creampie, degradation, drinking, misogyny, noncon, oral (dabi receiving) sexism, slut-shaming

Incel!Dabi isn’t the type to blame “Chads” for taking all the good women — he’s the type to blame the women. They can’t think for themselves. He would know, being the child of Rei Todoroki. His mother was sold off to his father with the sole purpose of being a breeding sow. His father knew what he wanted and demanded it. As much as he utterly despised Enji, he can admit that he’s an exceptionally successful alpha male.

Incel!Dabi doesn’t believe women should be heroes or villains; he believes they should be at home, cooking, cleaning, and warming their man’s cock. Ideally, they should be married off at age twenty to twenty-five, so there are plenty of years to breed them and more than enough time to train them. When he finds the right one, he intends for her training to be rigorous.

Incel!Dabi thinks sexual assault should only be a crime when a man violates another man’s woman. Otherwise, what’s the harm in him grabbing a handful of nice ass here and there? Some bitches wear yoga pants to show off those cheeks they’ve been working so hard on; why shouldn’t he let ‘em know he’s looking? And society can’t expect him to not take you — the drunk chick — home, when you’re practically begging for him to fuck you — he thinks you are, anyway; he can’t understand what you’re saying.

Incel!Dabi strongly believes a woman’s face is made to be stepped on when he’s drilling them hard from behind. You look extra cute when you’re being degraded and humiliated into your place. And when he’s about to cum, he takes care to spurt his seed deep inside you. He loves watching it spill out of your abused cunt. Sometimes, it even coaxes him into using you a second time, if only just to double how stuffed you are.

Incel!Dabi makes you clean his cock. Some days, when he’s fresh out of the shower, it’s clean, with only his precum adding a gradient of flavour to the tip. Other times, when he’s come home from a mission, he demands that you polish the sweat away. It doesn’t matter how much you choke, retch, and gag; he won’t let you off until he’s satisfied. If that entails him cumming a thick load down your throat, then hey 🤷‍♂️ being his personal cumdump is your job.

Incel!Dabi calls you all sorts of nasty, degrading names. Pig when he forces you to wear a nose hook, or when he has you eat scraps from his meal off the floor. Desperate slut when you’re moaning and begging for his cock, pleading for him to make you cum. But only obedient bitches get to cum, and you’re acting more like a cumrag with all that self-esteem lately. He’ll teach you how insignificant you are outside of his shadow.

Incel!Dabi has plans to poke holes in the condom when he fucks you next. He tolerated you making him wear it for a few weeks, but now’s the time. He’s going to baby trap you. If you come to him, in tears and ready to abort, he won’t let you leave his care. He’ll force you to stay with him. Like it or not — like him or not — he’s chosen you to serve the rest of your life by his side. If you don’t come to him, he’ll find you. And if you’re not pregnant, he’ll do it again. Mating press all day, every day. Like his father, he’ll make sure he secures his prize.

[lunalockley]

The Limo Driver (part two)

Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT. Like, a lot. Can Jake on his knees count as a warning?

Summary: It's night, it's raining and reader just wants to sleep, until she doesn't anymore.

Words: 7700+

Notes: Sooooo, I'm sorry, it took me a little longer than planned but here it is, I really hope you like it. And thank you all so much for your comments, always brighten my day.

Specially dedicated to my dearest moon emoji anon who made me feel really good about this one <3

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So… you’ve been thinking about it. Well, you can’t stop. Of course you can’t. He kissed you once and you spent six months half in lov—Ok, no. Wait, what? No. Half hooked up on him you mean. Three-quarters stupid. Completely insane. But not half in that. No.

Uh, whatever. It’s only been a day, a couple of hours. It’s way too recent. So it’s normal for your mind to keep on spinning the matter. And the eyes, and the voice, and the fingers. It’s driving you crazy, to be honest. The feel of them on your throat, on your hips, on your mouth… inside of you. You barely slept last night, your mind keeps taking you back through every fucking second of it without even trying. And then you can almost hear his voice calling you preciosa in that way he does and everything starts to heat up. That good, nice heat that’s so easy to get lost on.

But there’s also the bad one. The focalized heat that sets upon your chest like a weight is pressing down on you, making breathing a little bit harder. That’s the one you felt when you walked out last night. And you’ve been feeling it every time you think about what you said, and what he didn’t. That’s the part you’re trying to avoid. Yet it comes to mind anyways. It’s pretty fucking unfair.

And it’s pretty fucking ridiculous too because how come that after all that has happened, all the time you two have shared, all the things he has done you still can’t… figure him out? It doesn’t make any sense. How does someone that’s so incredibly hermetic make you feel you can read him just by looking him in the eyes when you actually don’t know anything about him at all? Does he do it on purpose? Is it a calculated move or is he somehow unable to—

—And you’re doing it again. Thinking about it non-stop. You called in sick needing a night away from the restaurant, from Jake’s stupid chair and that stupid bathroom that has been giving you palpitations just by the thought of going in and this is how you spend it. You had planned to cook a nice dinner, watch a movie, water your barely-alive plants, do a beginner's yoga class on Youtube, and maybe even finish reading that book that has been dusting on your nightstand. But no, here you are. Already in pajamas, all you’ve done (besides eating yesterday’s leftovers) is sit on the couch contemplating how time passes with the rain and Viejita’s soft meowing in the background. Is procrastination the root of all your problems? Maybe it is.

Or maybe it’s just time to get up and do what you do best: sleep. Give your body the rest your mind refuses to get. You impulse yourself out of the couch to go and take Viejita with you. Cuddling with her makes it all better. No more stupid Jake thinking. You let your ear guide you, she’s right next to the window. She had never complained about the rain before and as she feels you getting closer she even starts scratching the glass.

“Hey, baby, It’s just a little rain,” you mutter, petting her and trying to calm her down until you rest your eyes on what she is staring at down the street.

What the f—He can’t just—There’s no fucking way.

You’re not sure. You just live on the third floor but it’s dark outside. The street light barely lights anything at all. And the rain makes it even harder to see. Yet the outline of the limousine is clearly visible, and so is the figure leaning against it. But it can’t be. You’ve always thought Jake is unusual in every little thing he does but this? He wouldn’t be crazy enough to be waiting under the rain without a fucking umbrella and without even ringing the bell to your apartment, just expecting somehow you knew he would be there, right? That would be insane. It must be a weird coincidence. Some other limo driver who's waiting for someone else here… in this neighborhood? Weird, yet not impossible.

But then he looks up straight at your window and your heart jumps inside your chest as you instinctively hurry back into the shadows, where he can’t see you.

Fuck, it is him.

What the fuck? He knows your apartment is on the third floor, you’ve told him. You’ve told him the number. You’ve told him everything, for fuck’s sake. It's not like you want him to come up to your house knocking on the door in the middle of the night but what is he doing? At this point, you’re sure he purposefully finds the way to do the least expected, most incomprehensible thing in every fucking little thing he does. It must be his life’s motto: “No matter what, always find a way to stress the shit out of the people in my life”.

He’s an idiot, there’s no doubt of it. The thing is: are you an idiot? Well, yeah. You just saw him outside your place and your heart is already a beat away from a fucking heart attack. But you should try not to be an idiot anymore. You shouldn't go down. Make it clear you said it’s over for good. He definitely saw you, he would get it, and then… and then he would leave. Forever. Yeah, that’s what you should do.

But… goodbyes are a good thing too, right? 

Closure and all that stuff. Talk things out, even if it sounds unlikely with someone like Jake. You can give it a chance. A… friendly goodbye. Ok, yeah. Sounds good. And it is the right thing in this type of situation, grown-up shit. A goodbye, that’s all.

You take one last look at the street just in case you’ve lost your mind and you’ve imagined the whole thing, but he’s still right there. Arms crossed, leaning against the limo and probably soaking fuking wet.

“Your dad’s an idiot, Viejita,” you say to the little black beast before taking her in your arms to leave her on her favorite cushion on the sofa. She settles down, pleased and exhausted as if she's accomplished a hard job.

You grab your keys next to the mirror at the entrance. 

Just a goodbye.

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The bone-chilling air hits you as soon as you step out of the building but seeing him is what makes you stop dead in your tracks for a second. You couldn’t see it up from your floor but he’s wearing his usual type of clothes, not the casual ones that somehow felt so out of place on him yesterday. Now the familiarity of the white shirt, the jacket, and the hat gives you a naive sense of comfort you try to dismiss away. As if this one were more of your Jake than it was yesterday. Stupid, he’s not more of anything and it’s just clothes.

A white shirt, a jacket, and a hat that are drenched, by the way. Which reminds you—

“What the fuck are you doing in the rain? Are you insane?”

Instead of answering he just looks at you and opens the limo’s door. Silently asking you to get in.

Ok, well…. you didn't think this through. You only thought about coming down, not actually getting into his car. But, you guess… there’s no other option. You came here to say your friendly goodbye, after all. Can’t do it in the rain, just like that. And a veil of water drops is already setting in your clothes, you can feel some of the fabric clanging into your body. Another thing you didn’t think through is the worn-out sweatpants you came out with, the old shirt that has somehow become a pajama shirt, and your lack of a bra underneath.

Fuck it.

When you slide into the car you notice how spacious the limousine is yet it surprises you how it does not seem to be room for many people. There are only two rows of red leather seats facing each other. So much space for so few passengers. In order to be more private and luxurious, you guess. It makes you think about the people he drives for. Might he be just as serious and inaccessible as you’ve seen him be with basically everyone else? Or might he show his weird uncharismatic charisma as he has done with you? The latter doesn’t sound so good, for some reason.

You stop nosing around when you feel him sitting next to you a little bit closer than the spacious seat needs. You were right. He's drenched and most likely ruining the luxurious leather of the luxurious car, but he doesn't seem to care as he turns his whole body and attention towards you.

“Is it every day or once every six months with you? No in-betweens?” You blurt out, cornered by the closeness of his body.

Fuck, friendly goodbye. Friendly.

“Sorry. I take that back,” you mumble, thinking your next words before you pronounce them this time. “Why didn’t you ring the bell to my apartment?”

“It’s late. I saw the lights on but thought you might have fallen asleep. Didn’t want to disturb you. You work too much, preciosa,” he answers calmly, his voice softer than you ever heard before. Not in a submissive way but in a disarmingly appeasing tone as if he had come here disarmed, without any shields. Exactly the opposite of how you feel right now. You move back in the seat trying to get as far as you can get in the restricted space. Soft raspy melting voices shouldn’t cause claustrophobia.

“And if I had been sleeping what would you have done? Wait till I wake up tomorrow?” You throw it out half as a joke, but immediately you realize—

He doesn’t even have to answer to know that’s the truth. He had come here to see you and wouldn’t have left until he did.

“Do you always get what you want? Is that how things work for you?”

“If things worked out for me this wouldn’t be the first time I see you outside work,” he says replies, lifting his hat and running a hand through his hair. And to your disbelief, he puts it back with a sigh like he didn't even realize the damn thing is soaking fucking wet just like the rest of his clothes are. He should take it all off before he catches a cold. Ha, go on. Keep thinking of him without his clothes on. Good idea. “Speaking of which, you know what am I thinking?”

“Are you kidding me?” You snort, turning towards him, as shocked by your train of thought as by the audacity of his question. “I never know what you’re thinking,” you whisper, taken aback by the fact that he still doesn’t understand how little you understand him. At all. That’s the whole point here.

“That’s weird, I’ve always felt you can see right through me,” he mutters, frowning at you as if you had any fault in that absurd idea. Stupid Jake. His voice sounds sincere but you chose not to even give it a second thought, can’t allow yourself that right now. Not with the purpose you came here for.

So you cross your arms and frown back at him, refusing to answer anything at all. But he mirrors you, crossing his arms and resting his back against the seat.

God, this is so stupid. You’re so mad at him but can’t help smiling when the stare competition last a little too long. It’s infuriating. And so ridiculous. You came here to say goodbye, why are you smiling? 

“What are you thinking?” You ask, defeated.

A crooked smile forms on his lips in victory, but he quickly brushes away with his thumb.

“I’m thinking you look pretty fucking good here like this,” he says taking a look at your body, his eyes somehow soft and dark on equal parts. You try to ignore the effect his tone produces under your skin.

“In pajamas on your limousine?”

“Yeah, it’s a sight,” he breathes lowly, uncrossing his arms and getting a little bit closer. You can’t take it.

“Stop—don't do that, please.”

He waits for you to continue.

“That thing you do,” you explain reluctantly. “You make it sound like you’re joking but it feels like you are telling the truth. It’s confusing. Tell me what you are really thinking for once.”

“I’m telling you in every way I know.”

The words are out of his mouth like a caress and the way he’s—No, no, no. Focus. He’s flirting his way out. Get to the point. 

“So? Did you come here to say goodbye?”

“Why would I say goodbye?” He retorts like you had asked him the most bizarre question possible.

“Because we are not seeing each other again, I told you it’s over.”

“Oh, it’s over? So what are you doing here?”

“Would you have left if I didn’t come down? I’m saving you from pneumonia. You’re welcome.”

He shakes his head, a reproachful gleam in his eyes but then he exhales and lets it go. He looks out the window for a moment and then back at you. Outside, the rain pounds harder.

“I came to say that I’m… I’m sorry”

“Oh, that’s a first. What for?”

You cross your legs and he follows the movement. Then he shifts in his seat once more, trying to find comfort.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t—That I left without saying anything—I… I just disappeared. I’m sorry. I understand why you’re angry. If it had been you I would’ve—I’m sorry.”

He’s struggling so much one would think this is the first time he apologizes for something in his life. It cracks your walls a little bit, but still—

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I just had to go and then I couldn’t come back.”

“How so?”

“I… I’m not able to control my time as I used to, just when is necessary.”

Oh. You weren’t important enough to come and let you know he was going to disappear for six fucking months.

“Yeah I get that, you didn’t need to be here,” you grunt moving to get out of the car but he moves from his seat, catching your hand before you even get to touch the handle. 

“Let me go, you asshole!”

You try to push him back but in half a second he’s resting his knees on the floor as his hands take yours on a soft grip at each side of your hips. He’s caging you between his body and the seat. And even when your body keeps attempting to get out of the car, the intense heat that radiates out of his body makes you wonder how his wet clothes aren’t fucking steaming.

“Wait, wait—hey, wait, stop,” he says soothingly, his voice not a bit altered by the force with which you are trying to push him. His left-hand find that soft spot on the side of your neck, drawing your attention to his dark eyes. You lose a little bit of your strength. “Listen to me. You’re angry, I know. Take it out on me. You’ll feel better.”

What?

Your heartbeat buzzes in your ears and you feel a little lightheaded. This is the first time he’s looking up to you instead of the other way around. Maybe that's what causes that slight desperate effect in his deep brown eyes, the look that the last speaker of an extinguished language would have. Condemned to never truly communicate with anyone else. And the way he looks kneeled in front of you, surrounded, as if he would let you do anything to him right now. Take it out on me, he said. Is he expecting you to hit him or something?

“That’s not how things work, Jake. I’m not gonna turn you into my… human stress relief ball. You just told me you don’t need this. And I wanna make that call too. So, that’s it. You’re an idiot but we’re good. Now move and let me go. It’s ok, it’s over just like I–”

“No, it’s not. Stop that,” he says all frown and serious, and then a little softer.  “And that’s not what I meant. But let me apologize. I wanna make you feel good, baby. Then the rest. Let me have you happy and relaxed first.” 

“What?—That’s n-not—We should talk”

“Oh, so you came here to talk not to say goodbye?”

“Are you serious?”

“Sorry,” he says in an innocent tone like he regrets it but he's actually smiling, the widest smile you've ever seen on him yet. A happy smile. The desperate glimmer turned into triumph. He knows you just gave in, he knows he’s won this one. God, you hate him. Stupid Jake.

“Don’t—” take off my slipper, you try to say. But he’s already taking the other one. You really didn’t think about your outfit at all before walking out of your apartment tonight. Whatever. Focus. “What did you mean then, explain it to me. You gotta give me something here because I don’t want to do this anymore, Jake. Not like this.”

He holds your eyes for a moment and then he leans forward, resting his forehead against your knee. One hand slowly making his way up over your calve, the other rolling up the fabric to expose the skin. It takes him a minute to speak again.

“I… I don’t have control over—I don’t really have a—I just do what needs to be done. That’s the purpose of me. That’s all I do. I prevent things from happening and if they happen I resolve them. I… survive, I guess. And this is how it’s been for as long as I can remember. It’s ok—it was, it was ok. It was until one night instead of going to a shitty bar like I always do I decide for some fucking reason to go into that damn 24/7 breakfast and you happened. I didn’t like it, at first, because I knew right there that it wasn’t going to be enough. I already wanted more. I tried to stop it but I kept going and going. You were always there. Lighting things up. Of course, I kept wanting more. It’s never enough”.

While he was speaking his fingertips were gently caressing your calf, his cheek word by word tracing the side of your leg, seeking the reassurance feeling of skin against skin but as soon as the last sentence is pronounced his mouth starts giving open mouth kisses to every inch of uncovered skin it finds on its way and you’re scared your heart may stop working it all. It’s the feel of his tongue in that sensitive spot in the back of your knee, his left hand slowly exploring the length of your thigh but mostly his words and that impenetrable wall finally beginning to break down.

You weren’t expecting this. You thought he was going to come up with a half-true half-joke excuse that you were going to resist not believing in. And then get the courage to walk away just like you had planned. But this is different. You know this is different. You know he meant it. You know for the way he was so evidently struggling to find the right words, the hoarseness on every one of them as if his body were still trying to keep them locked deep inside. This is him. This is what you’ve been asking for. But still—

“The thing is you’re changing things for me, preciosa. I know I’m not made for this. I’m fucked up, I am. I’m not good. And on top of that, there’s not much I can offer you. I’ve nothing. And I can’t even take care of a damn cat without having it all fall over. I’m not even close to being good enough for you. You deserve better, you do—but I’m still here… if you want me. And even if you don’t, I would still be here, waiting.”

It’s raining properly now, hammering on the roof of the limousine. The furious rhythm of hundreds of drops almost synchronized with the rapid beat of your heart. His thumb hooked over the waistband of your pants, slowly pulling until your hip is exposed. Your breath caught in your throat.

“You deserve better but I’m selfish now. If anything is your fault, you turned me into this. I want you for my own,” he mutters, leaning in to kiss the skin of your lower stomach. You can’t help but gasp at the contact, he’s barely touched you and you already can feel the wetness dripping out of you. “Will you let me have you?”

He’s looking you straight into your eyes now, he hadn’t done it since he started speaking, and you can see how much he just gave you. You’ve learned to know him, somehow. Not in the way one learns to read deciphering signs on a page but in the way our eyes become accustomed to darkness after some time. Groping and stumbling you’ve learned some parts of him, his outline. That’s how you know he’s asking for way more than he’s letting on. You have the feeling that saying yes to him involves a lot more than saying yes to somebody else. The feeling that whatever it is he’s asking from you might consume you and leave you heartbroken afterward. But that’s not the hold-up.

The thing is, you want more, you want to see him in full light. You want him for your own too. But you need to understand him. Fully. You won't give yourself up without having him first. 

“You want me to beg? I’ll beg if you want me to, but then I’ll be the one taking it out on you later,” he threats when you don’t answer for a while, all teasing voice and mischief glimmer, he’s back to the playful Jake you know so well. A little too long of silence and his defenses go up again.

You don’t think he’ll keep spilling truths voluntarily but now that you’ve heard some of them you want more. You’ve become addicted. You need more. But how?

And how are you supposed to think while he keeps playing with the waistband of your pants? Fuck, unless—He just acted on your terms, revealing himself just like you’ve asked him to. Now is your turn. You probably will get immediately caught up on it, but you can try.

You need to play it his way then. 

He sees the change on your face and a spellbound gleam forms in his eyes.

“Show me how it would feel,” you whisper and you don’t need to say it twice.

As soon as the words are out of your mouth the sweatpants are out of your legs. Once he has you only in your t-shirt and your panties he leans back a little bit observing you from head to toe, lingering his eyes on yours, on the contour of your hardened nipples and the wet patch of your panties, as if he wanted to burn the image in his memory, the pervert. Well, you can’t judge, you are the same. Admiring how the white wet shirt clings to his torso, wrapping him like hard candy. You may as well lick him—fuck, focus. Focus.

When he starts to slowly take off your panties you manage to find your voice again.

“I can’t believe I’m letting you undress me on the street.”

“You’re letting me undress you in my car, it’s hot. And its got tinted glasses, and it’s dark outside and you’re with me, bonita,” he answers absently, focused on the delicate movement of the silky material as it slides down your legs. You can't mock him at the implication that you're safe with him though, you know it's true. You’ve felt it from the first day.

Once your panties reach your ankles he carefully removes them to put them in the pocket of his pants. Again, pervert. You ignore the need to clench your thighs together at the gesture and decide to tease him about it. He deserves it. And it’s what has worked the best so far. Pushing his buttons it’s what had you moaning in the fucking bathroom of your workplace anyways.

“To remember me?” You ask as innocently as you can.

But he’s done with it. He pins you with his gaze, raising a thick eyebrow at you.

“Why would I need reminding, exactly?”

“Because this is the last time.”

“What did I just say? Stop that. Don’t make me say it again. You know it’s not enough, preciosa. You know it.” His lips back to your legs, his voice still annoyed but so soft you don’t think you hear right: “Will never be.”

For the sake of your own heart, you rather believe you misheard.

He opens your legs a little bit further and then—

“Fuck, baby.” He sounds so wrecked, you feel weak. You were supposed to do something, what was it? “Voy a despertar soñándote por el resto de mi puta vida.”

“That’s not fair, you know I don’t understand. And tell me… tell me more about yourself first, please.”

“There’s not much to tell. And I’d like to do something else with my tongue right now.”

“What’s your favorite movie?”

“I mean, if I could record this right n—”

“Jake.”

“Whichever you’d like to watch with me, bonita.”

“You drive for a living?”

“That’s how I earn some money, yeah. Stop torturing me.”

“But you’re not just a driver, are you?”

“No, I’m not.”

“And is that…dangerous?”

“Not to you. I promise”

“Are you in danger?”

“I’m in danger of dying as a thirsty man here.”

“What’s your last name?”

“Lockley. Come on, baby, don't make me go crazier than I already am.”

“Lockley… Jake Lockley.” That catches his attention back to your mouth for a second. “What’s your favorite hobby?”

“This,” he says sliding you effortlessly to the edge of the seat. You feel his breath near your core and you know you’re losing it. Shit, why were you doing this? Why are you delaying it when you want it so badly? Oh, right, you—

“Jake, wait,” you breathe. “I need more. I need to understand.”

“Then pay attention, preciosa.”

His mouth finds your inner thigh and he’s so close. So close. You won’t hold back anymore. You can’t. Your hand finds his shoulder just to hold onto something but fuck. He’s still in his wet clothes. He can’t stay like this. You gather the little willpower you have left to push him back. You expect some sort of resistance but he moves back with no effort on your part. Take it out on me, is this what he meant?

The way he raises his gaze is enough to set your blood on fire. He looks at you as if he’s about to say fuck it all and push you back to have his way with you mixed with genuine curiosity about what are you going to do next. Submission hanging by a thread.

“Take off your jacket.”

He holds your gaze for a moment and then he does it. Fuck, the power trip you're feeling right now. It feels pretty fucking good having him listening to you like that. More.

“Now your shirt.”

He sighs and begins to unbutton it, somehow amused by how much you're pushing it. Did he just unblock a new kink for you?

Once the shirt is discarded somewhere on the floor of the limo you lean forward to take off his hat. Is soaking wet just like his hair is underneath. And of course, you can’t resist. You take a moment to run a hand through his curls all the way down to his nape until your hand is resting on his shoulder again. He looks so fucking hot like this. You bite the urge to confess it, instead, you lean back and open your legs a little further, an invitation.

“You can go on, now.”

The little smile he’s trying to bite back makes your stomach flutter. You decide to tease him a little bit more.

“I mean, if you don’t want to…” you concede, beginning to close your legs but you barely get to move an inch before he dives right in and—

Fucking heaven.

You loudly gasp at the feeling of the wet heat of his mouth dragging over the folds of your pussy, his groan sending shivers from your core through your whole body. Fuck, it’s too good. It’s too good. When his tongue swirls around your clit your brain short-circuits having at the same the time the urge to push him away and push him impossibly closer. As your hand finds his curls you realize your body has chosen the latter. The movement pleases him, you can feel his smile against you.

“So fucking good,” he mutters, barely pulling back as you feel the movement of his lips with each word. Your hips move forward anyway, chasing the delicious contact.

Fuck, you’re already on the edge. His mouth is giving you everything without holding anything back. Fixed on wreck you from the beginning, desire running through your abdomen.

“Oh, fuck. Jake, I–I’m gonna—”

“Eyes on me, preciosa.” Is all he says but your mind is gone, every cell in your body focused on the sweet hot pleasure that’s rushing to you core. Your head falls back against the seat as the shocks of ecstasy flow through you, your whines chanting his name, your hand holding thigh to his hair, your cunt clenching hard around nothing—his mouth not leaving you for a second, drowning in you.

When your legs twtich a little too much one hand holds your hips down hard into the seat to ensure you keep still but he’s not stopping, he’s—

He’s—

Two long, thick fingers slid in and out of you as Jake’s mouth goes up, focusing on your swollen clit, licking and sucking and his eyes—

Fuck, you can’t. You can’t. You can’t.

His gaze is so deep and strong, melting your fucking bones. You’ve never been seen like that, never.

“Keep your eyes on me or I’ll keep going until you let me see.”

You can’t help but clench at his words, a whine escaping your lips. He feels it.

“Mmm, would you like that?”

It’s too much, too intense. The free fall never stops inside of you. And you can’t even move away from it. You just have to take it the way he wants to.

His tongue swirls, his fingers curl and you completely lose yourself in the pleasure ripping you from the inside. Your sense of gravity changes to where his wet hot mouth keeps taking everything you have to give. His fierce brown eyes the only thing keeping you grounded.

“That’s it. Look at you, so fucking pretty baby,” Jake says in that dark rich voice you love so much, and though he keeps praising you you’re too gone to even hear anymore. All you can do is lay back against the seat of his limo until your heart stops booming in your ears and air reintegrates into your lungs again.

When feeling comes back to your numb body you find one of his hands massaging the back of your neck, the other moving from your collarbone towards that spot that keeps beating strong under his touch. He keeps his warm palm right there in your heart and fuck, he’s still kneeling in front of you, looking at you with Am I forgiven eyes and you know this is not healthy, this is not how things should be, yet all you want to do is to close your own eyes because you know they’re answering him yes, yes you are. Instead, you lower your head to brush your lips into his, an invitation that makes his body go so pliant on you when you grab him and take him up with you, maneuvering him until you’re on his lap and you can finally kiss him like you’ve wanted since the moment you met him.

That first kiss six months ago was tentative and stiff, it felt like he was trying to stop himself but his body wouldn’t respond to his rational wishes, like his mouth was moving against all his fucking will. Yesterday’s kisses were dark and possessive, every movement of his tongue deliberately planned to have you whining at his mercy.

This one is completely different. This time it’s you who’s leading the way. This time it’s you who’s showing him that the despair that’s so evident in the glimmer of his eyes is the same that’s hidden deep down in your chest. And you know, you know, that the moan that sips out of him when you cradle each side of his face and your tongue clashes into his is because he understands what your body is saying to him. He knows.

And it may be minutes or hours, all you’re conscious of is the constant pattering of the rain against the roof of the car, your own taste in his mouth, the way he pushes you closer every time you bite his lower lip, his fingers under your t-shirt caressing the small of your back, tracing your ribs and digging in your hips, the warmth of his skin, the hard muscle underneath, his damp curls when you run your nails through his head, those dark sounds that come out of his throat when you rock against the bulge inside his pants, the slow, steady bone-melting rhythm that completely intoxicates you until you need more, more, more.

And you know he does too.

He takes off your shirt in one swift motion. You feel something icy at the center of your collarbone but you don’t even have time to process it because suddenly your breast is in his hot wet mouth and his teeth are gently nipping the flesh there and then his tongue swirls against your nipple and—

You need—you’re overwhelmed by the need to have him as delirious as he has you right now.

You push him back into the seat and he’s immediately calling you preciosa and complaining but you are already kissing him, shutting him up, and undoing the zipper of his pants. He growls in your mouth when you palm the outline of his cock over his underwear, your walls clench hard in anticipation. And then he shivers when you slowly run your nails throughout his length over the fabric and you know you’re fucked. You will crave this feeling for the rest of your life.  The feeling of having Jake Lockley trembling with pleasure underneath you. An instant addiction.

You take his hard cock out and you and you don't even give him time to pull his pants out or take them off before you’re rubbing your slit against his length. Utterly and unashamedly desperate.

“Fuck, baby,” he mutters in your mouth, his tight and raspy voice making you throb in need, his muscles tense under your hands. “Feels soo good, doesn’t it? This is how it will feel like, everything, every fucking time.”

He pushes back a little to look at you. You know he’s talking about what you answered when he asked to have you. Show me how it would feel. You know this is his way to push for an answer. A confirmation that you’re his. But instead of trying to find those words hidden somewhere in your chest you get lost in his deep brown eyes and you realize that all those moments when he looked at you like he wanted to crawl under your skin your eyes must have looked at him just the same way.

“Will you let me have you?” The question leaves your lips this time, yet no words come out of his mouth but a breathless choked sound as if you’ve punched him in the gut. Instead, he just grabs the side of your neck and glares at you with something profound that could be anger or devotion, or maybe both. And then he’s kissing you, his tongue fighting yours, how dare you is saying. A hand on your hip lifts you up enough so that he can line himself up at your entrance and just when you begin to feel that pressure—

“If we are doing this you’re not allowed to leave again without warning, Ok? It’s cruel,” you blurt out without thinking, your helpless heart rising to the surface, exposing itself despite your efforts.

“Ok,” he answers, his voice torn and low, as solemnly as he can with your cunt torturously dripping the length of his cock. You look down, ready to feel him inside but he grabs your chin and makes you look at him again. “And you’re not allowed to say you hate me. Ever again. I mean it. Ok?”

“Or?”

“Or I’ll fuck your pretty little brains out until I have you begging me to stop but I won’t until I’m sure you’ve completely forgotten the damn fucking word. Ok?” He pulls at your hair for emphasis and you have to fight down the moan that threatens to leave your throat with the gesture.

“Ok,” you answer out of breath, obediently.

“Good,” he praises, soothing your scalp with his fingertips. Then, cheeky again. “What am I allowed to?”

“You’re allowed to ring the bell to my apartment, for once.” You laugh but then—

He holds your hips as he slowly begins to slide his cock in, gently and steadily but fuck.

Holy fuck.

You’re so wet there’s barely any resistance bet he’s long and thick and the stretch feels like he’s gonna break you in half. The strong grip of your hands on his shoulders makes him stop before he can go any further.

“You’ll get used to me,” he gasps in your temple. “Fuck, such a tight fucking pussy, baby. But I’ll make you get used to me. All of you.”

“Shut up and just keep going, for fuck’s sake”

“Relax on me, preciosa. I don’t wanna hurt you,” he whispers in your ear, his fingers caressing every inch of skin he can find, his tongue licking the pulse in your neck. “Relax…Mmm, that’s it. Yeah, like that.”

It takes a little.  The expert grip on your hips makes you sink into him so, so slowly every inch of him steals a whine out of you but you know it’s driving him fucking crazy too. He’s breathing hard, the muscles in his abdomen jump at the slightest shift of your hips, and a faint film of sweat appears on his neck. It makes you wanna lick him. But you get distracted by how good and how deep it feels and how his hands move from your hips to a playful hold on your throat, until they fall flat on the seat.

“You can go on, now,” he returns your words, a cheeky little grim forming in the corner of his lips as he leans back on the seat. Leaving you to it. Your heart swells at the wrecked and joyful gleam of his eyes. 

You try to say something smart and snarky at him but his cock is buried deep inside of you and you can’t think of anything else, to be honest. You lift yourself up and down, tentatively, the burning so good it has so gasping.

“Feels good, baby? Feels so right, doesn’t it? You know why it feels so right, don’t you? You understand it.”

You pick up your pace, oblivious of his words, trying to suppress the hidden emotion behind every roll of your hips. You don’t want to hear those words, you don’t need to. Not now. But he keeps going—

“You have no idea all the times a woke up this,” he breathes, his hands finding your hips again. Unable to stay away for too long. “Preciosa lurking me with her smart mouth and her —fuck— her pretty smile. Letting me punish her for being too good for me.”

He makes you clench hard around him. You can’t help it. It’s his words, the idea. 

“Mmm, you’d like that. I’d like that too. I could spank you for every time you wouldn’t leave my fucking head, for distracting me,” he growls grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing it. “How red would your ass be then, huh?”

His hand goes up to hold your hip again. And now he’s thrusting into you. Reaching places you couldn’t reach yourself, so fucking deep. 

“I could edge you to tears for doing this to me.” The pad of his thumb finds your clit and you whine his name in response. The shots of ecstasy are growing fast and intense. You’re gasping, he’s breathing hard. And to your surprise, he keeps talking. “I could have you screaming for—for—”

Before he was forcing himself to get the truth out, struggling to answer your questions with honesty. But now it’s flowing out of him, a little bit of truth with every thrust of his hips. Every word sticking deep into your heart.

“Fuck, I missed you… my whole body felt it even—even when I wasn't myself.”

God, you can’t even process each sensation. And his scent is concentrated in that soft spot on the side of his neck, it makes you dizzy. You’re so out of yourself, so overflowed with sensations and desire, that you only notice you’re running your tongue down the skin of his throat when growls and holds you impossibly closer, just like you wanted.

Is too much. Everything. This is—you’ve never felt anything like this before. Like the whole ground is disappearing under you. All you can do is hold onto Jake, one hand on his shoulder the other on his nape, your face buried in his neck. But he’s asking you something, his voice softer than before.

“Do you understand?”

But you’re too lost on it. You can’t—Your movements start to grow impatient, fast, and erratic. The hot melting pleasure is close once more. But not close enough.

“Preciosa, answer me.”

You keep clinging to him, refusing to do anything but chase the feeling. You’re almost there, almost there, you’re—

You’re suddenly on your back, his body hovering over yours, both of your hands taken behind you, arching you and maintaining you exposed. Making it impossible to hide away. His hand is on the side of your neck, his eyes piercing through you. He’s expecting the same sincerity he has given you tonight. He’s done what you’ve been asking him this whole time—broken down the wall between you two. Why are you so scared to take what was behind it? Because it’ll consume you. It already is. And you know if he disappears again—If he disappears after all this everything it would be so, so much worse. It’s too much risk. It’s all too much. You can’t—

But fuck, he looks so lost in you. 

“Tell me, do you understand now?”

At this point, you couldn't lie even if you tried. Your heart is on the surface.

“Yes, yeah. I-I do. Me too, Jake.”

“Fuck, mía.” He groans between desperate kisses on your mouth, then becomes a prayer that escapes from his lips with every needier, sloppier thrust of his hips. “Mía, mía, mía…”

Your whole body tenses under him then the pleasure rips you from the inside, making you scream this time. The hard squeeze of your cunt enough to push him to the edge. He grinds his cock as deep as he can against something that makes you sob and then he’s cumming, hard. You feel his body shuddering above and you want to see every second of it but everything goes blurry.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

Somehow, you find yourself on his lap again. Your whole body a dead weight against him. Your head tugged in the curve of his neck. His hands moving up and down along your back.

Your body is tired yet the adrenaline is still running through your veins. You can feel it buzzing somewhere inside, that’s why you are surprised when your voice comes out as a whisper.

“If you disappear again I swear that I—”

“I won’t. I can’t.”

You push back to look into his eyes in search of any sign that may tell otherwise, but you don’t find any.

“I won’t be long gone. I’ll be back soon,” he reassures, running his fingertips from your neck to your collarbone, his lips gently tracing your jawline. “Apenas pude aguantarme esta vez. No soy tan fuerte.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I’ll be back. Ok?”

Suddenly he’s looking into your eyes for some sort of final confirmation that you feel the same way he feels, even if he didn’t confess it with words. And you do. You do, you do, you do, your answer to him. Instead, your mouth says—

“Ok.”

He takes your face in both his hands. His lips brushing yours.

“Mi preciosa.”

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

A few hours before sunrise, long after the rain has stopped, you enter your apartment. Happy and exhausted, you know you’ll fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow. You also know you’ll dream of brown deep eyes and a raspy voice calling you preciosa over and over again.

As you put your keys next to the mirror at the entrance your eyes catch a sparkle on your neck. It’s a silver necklace with a little moon on it. It’s beautiful.

Your head turns to the window, to the moonlight and the limousine below it that you know won't leave until it sees all your lights off. 

You had never felt anything like this before, you had never been under the weight of an emotion so strong that there was no way to communicate it with words, you had never been able to understand someone just by looking into their eyes. But then Jake isn’t like anyone you have met before either. And there's nothing you'd do to change that.

You know he will be back.

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[kedreeva]

Part of the moss cleaning process; it gets brought in and dumped into my sink, where it gets an initial cleaning. I remove any debris and detritus I can find, and take the "roots" as close to down to bare as I can get them. They get a hot water soak (about 135F to start with) for a bit to loosen anything else up, and then they get a second cleaning, to get to this:

Then they get a quick hydrogen peroxide mix bath to sanitize them, then a rinse, then drying overnight on paper towels. They'll get one more rinse, and then they're ready!

This batch I'm using for the snail babies, in their mini terrariums.

The last batch went into the big terrarium, which has just some isopods/springtails in it so far but will have snails, too. I put together a little trellis for the ivy.

And what's an update without saying hello to Whiskey, who is doing yoga to repair a nick in his shell.

Goodnight!

[arisuworld]

—ONLY YOU CAN CHANGE YOUR LIFE—

DISCLAIMERS:

1. Strong language (i swear a lot), sarcasm ahead, tough love typa shit. This is meant to be helpful and reassuring but I'm not going to treat y'all like you're made of sugar and talk like I'm from 50 years ago. Deal with it or not.

2. English isn't my first language. So, there can be many grammatical mistakes.

Yes, you read it right. Only you can change your life not your favourite goddess blogger then WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU ASKING THEM TO MANIFEST FOR YOU? GURLLL REALLY? DO YOU THINK THEY'RE ABOVE YOU? DO YOU THINK YOU'RE LESS OF A GOD JUST BECAUSE YOU'VE NOT ENTERED VOID YET? GURL, you have your whole life ahead you. If you will let some limiting beliefs hold you back from achieving the things you deserve, then that's it. It's done. You're never going to get your desires or desired life and YOU WILL HAVE NO ONE TO BLAME BUT YOURSELVES!!

Now now, do not come for me. I said what I said and I mean it 100%. (And I'll prove it below)

Tell me honestly, why haven't you manifested your desires by now? Why? What's the reason?

— LACK OF PERSISTENCE? LACK OF DISCIPLINE? LACK OF FAITH? OVERCONSUMPTION? PROCRASTINATION? LAZINESS? LACK OF DETERMINATION? INABILITY TO ACCEPT A FAILURE?

So now, who's fault is that? Start taking accountability for your procrastination and lack of persistence. Because if you won't, then you will not be disciplined enough to achieve your desires.

All i want to say is— TIME WON'T STOP FOR YOU! Rather than wasting your time thinking about how others are lucky to enter void at their first try, start affirming and PERSIST IN THEM, BELIEVE IN THEM!! BECAUSE SWEETHEART LISTEN— L I F E G O E S O N ! ! ! STOP WASTING YOUR LIFE LIKE THIS!! AND START WORKING YOUR ASS OFF. and by working, I do not mean to go and start taking action in real life, NO.

1. Make yourself a routine (which is what I'm doing for you right now but anyways). Listen to subliminals or listen to brown, white noise or litteralyyy any music (yes, you can also listen to your favourite song which calms you down). Just anything to calm you down, to relax you, to put you in a good mood.

2. Start AFFIRMING and do not let negative thoughts take over. (Once you start affirming, leave the old story behind because GURRLLL THAT'S NOT YOU ANYMORE!! ALWAYS PERSIST IN THE NEW STORY) You can either do a challenge (like 10k or 20k affirmations) or just affirm robotically for 10 minutes every hour. Saturate your subconscious mind with good and positive affirmations.

3. You can also do the self hypnosis thingy by konniesreality (it's optional)

4. Also, do any meditation or Yoga Nidra at anytime of the day you feel comfortable (It would be better if you do it right before entering void). In my opinion, yoga nidra feels much better (ALSO, DID YOU KNOW THAT YOU CAN ENTER VOID WITH YOGA NIDRA MEDITATION? HEHE) It will clear your mind in minutes. It also relaxes your body. But everyone has different choices, so do whatever feels good for you because that's the major point.

5. At night, set the fucking intention and just go for it.( You can do any method which seems suitable for you) YOU HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE!! TRY TO PUT SOME EFFORTS ONCE IN YOUR LIFE GOD'S SAKE. IT CAN IMPROVE YOUR LIFE OVERALL SO MUCH.

I'm rooting for you baby, I know you can do it. You just need a little hard push and that's what I'm here to do. So listen to your desires and most importantly, listen to yourself. You can do this!!

Good luck y'all <3

{Ps : Idk why but i really love making these rude toxic motivational posts I'm sorry 😭}

[octuscle]

Alpha Jackass

Since a few pieces of equipment for an outdoor gym had been added to the playground in the neighbourhood, more and more young people from the neighbouring social housing flats had been hanging around there. Most of them were young men with roots in the Balkans or the Middle East. Since then, Robert liked to sit on a bench with a book and watch the fellas working out. Even though no one in his family or circle of friends had had a problem with his coming out, he couldn't tell anyone that he was into this kind of young men who celebrated their cult of brotherhood and masculinity. In his family, people were not macho, but tolerant and open-minded. In his family you didn't lift iron, you went to yoga, did power walking or played golf. Of course, that was the world he had grown up in. And that world wasn't bad either. Still, he got a boner when a group of teenagers walked close enough to him after practice that he could smell their sweat. Robert occasionally hated himself for not being able to stand by his sexual fantasies at 18. He hoped that once he graduated from school, once he was at university, it would be easier for him.

It was a warm evening in late spring when he sat on his bench again. The last lads had just gone home. And one of them had obviously left his sports bag behind. Robert looked around several times. There was no one else around. He went to the sports bag and opened it. The stench that wafted towards him was breathtaking in every way. Robert made sure once more that no one was around and undressed. And got into the still warm and damp training pants. The feeling was overwhelming! He took the sweaty training shirt, the smelly socks and the trainers and put everything on. He reached for his mobile phone and took a selfie. With his curly blond hair and his still baby fat, he looked ridiculous. But he felt great. He wanted to be sweaty every night, he wanted to feel his muscles burning every night. For the last few weeks he had been watching closely how his secret idols worked out. Theoretically, all the procedures were available to him. But practically, he had no experience. He started with a rowing machine and was surprised how quickly he became familiar with it. And how quickly he broke a sweat. He loved the feeling.

After a few sets on the various machines, he took off his shirt. He was sweating like a pig. Now he needed a few pull-ups. For that he took a heavy chain from his bag as a weight and went to the bar. Just as he finished his last set, his phone rang. Or rather, it was playing his current favourite track by a gangsta rapper who was very popular with him and his bros at the moment. "Yo Fey, where are you?" asked one of his homies. "Your shisha is waiting!"

Shit, Feyzullah had completely lost track of time during his workout. As he usually did. He could forget about showering. He pulled on his hoodie, stuffed the rest of his clothes into his bag. As he walked to the bus, he checked the selfie he had taken before training. He really was an alpha jackass! Let's see how his followers on Instagram saw it.

Realised at the request of et12317. I hope you like it!

[littlemisspascal]

New Writers added to The Pedro Library 🐼

So sorry for the slow update! Life's been...a lot lately but hopefully it'll calm down soon!

New Works Added ✨

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@absurdthirst @storiesofthefandomlovers Pero Tovar’s Desires / Frankie A Bumpy Road / Whiskey Unwillingly Bonded / @pedropascalsx Dave Surrogate Love

@pedrito-friskito Pero Take My Hand

@sirowsky Pero Collision

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@saradika Din Bleed For Me

@novemberrain-writes Din On The Road to Corvus

@imabeautifulbutterfly Din Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest +  Choice

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@brewsterispunkk Din + Javier + Pero  Find You Again / Joel Angel of Small Death

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@the-blind-assassin-12 Ezra If This One Wasn’t Enough + Taking Root / Din Quiet & Still / Frankie As Clear As Day / Joel Better Than None

@boliv-jenta Maxwell It Could Be Better

@tightjeansjavi Joel From Eden + Girl, I’ve Never Loved One Like You + Mornin’ Sunshine

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@popcornforone Joel Monday Moods / Thief Stolen Looks / Dieter Professional

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@guess-my-next-obsession Joel In The Cold, Cold Night

@beskarandblasters Joel New York or Nowhere + Playing With Fire / Din Breaking In the New House

@beecastle Javi G Music Box

@missredherring Marcus M Snap

@stardustandskycrystals Marcus M You’re Not Playing Fair 

@toomanystoriessolittletime Dave Revenge

@pedropascalsx Dave 124 Days & 124,000 Commands

@wildemaven Dave From the Window / Javier Until Now, Until You

@wardenparker @absurdthirst Tim Private Dick

@heyhilana Whiskey Yoga

@bluestar22x Whiskey The Riding Lesson

@never--doubt Whiskey Black and White

[madamlaydebug]

Once the seven chakras have been purified ~ where 51% of our divine spiritual energy is able to flow through our system ~ the divine energy from the kundalini will rise, breaking the seven seals that have been placed over our seven chakras that have kept us veiled and bound by the duality of the 3rd dimension. Once the veils of amnesia/blocks are removed our higher/spiritual chakras will be activated, and we will continue to open and expand our being based on our commitment and level of dedication to our "spiritual practice". There are many, many chakras beyond the 7 ~ but it is the 7 primary chakras that are the rainbow bridge that connect our physical body to our Divine Spirit.

The best way to open and purify the seven chakras is through:

1. HEALING THE SHADOW AND EGO CONSCIOUSNESS

2. Meditation and Visualization

3. Energy work such as Pranic Healing, Reiki, DNA Theta, Cranial Sacral or any other energetic modality

4. Yoga, Qi Gong, Tai Chi or any kind of exercise will increase energy circulation through our chakra system and break up old stagnant blocks.

5. Allowing yourself to process through your emotions and feelings by "FEELING" them. Stored unprocessed feelings create blocks in the chakras that block the flow of divine energy.

6. Practicing Self Love and Oneness

7. Living an AUTHENTIC life.

8. Speaking Our Truth with words of LOVE.

9. Expressing Gratitude.

10. Channeling Creative Energies through art, dance, cooking, writing, singing etc....

11. Energy activations such as a Reiki Attunement, Deeksha, DNA Activation etc.....

I have read several teachings where people are saying ~ if you do not focus on your higher chakras, those above the seven ~ you will be limited and holding yourself back. However, from my perspective, the only way you could hold yourself back is if you don't do any spiritual work at all, and you choose to keep your self stuck in shadow and ego consciousness. In addition, the higher spiritual chakras simply will not open until the lower seven have been purified. Each chakra is a doorway or portal into higher consciousness and once they are understood, opened and cleared we move into a state of wholeness bringing our Spirit down into matter. Once this occurs, then we can focus on the higher ones and our spiritual self will continue to open and expand those that we are ready to have activated ~ based on our level of vibration.

If we get over zealous in our spiritual practice thinking we can skip over the building blocks of our spiritual expansion we may run into problems. It is kind of like a baby learning how to walk. First we must build up our muscles to lift ourselves up, then we begin to crawl, then we begin to walk and then we begin to run! We don't just come out of the womb ready to run....there are prerequisites and stages to our development and we want our spiritual expansion to be safe and GROUNDED. Too much too soon can be overwhelming.

During meditations and visualizations, AFTER you have spent time with the intention to clear your 7 chakras, you can connect with your HEART and CROWN space directly above your head. Send love to these areas and know that you are deeply loved and fully supported. The raising of divine spiritual energy from the root chakra ~ all the way up the spine ~ to the crown chakra requires PATIENCE, TRUST, FAITH and SELF PURIFICATION. Divine energy will rise at exactly the right time for each soul's journey. Your focused attention on meditation and the clearing of your chakras/energy fields, as well as, your desire to live a life of "good will" will activate your dormant kundalini energy to rise when your system has been adequately prepared. Please do not force the process.

[thecameronchronicles]

Poses

TW: Smut. Language. 

SUMMARY: Your morning yoga routine has quite an affect on your boyfriend…

WORD COUNT: 900

*Requested*

Poses

He always loved to watch you on mornings like this. Because mornings like this, he was able to see the extensions your body could bend, sending his mind into every possible angle in which he could twist the body you were making flexible for him. It was enough to keep him rooted in place in observation as you set through the poses made habitual by your routine. Pacing your breathing and becoming one with the peace surrounding you, you hadn't noticed how his feet had advanced to you until feeling the sudden grip on your hips. 

"Rudy!" You berated playfully as he'd interrupted your downward dog positioning, pulling himself behind you to insinuate the most vulgar of motions that you couldn't help but laugh at. He joined in before returning back inside to break the night's fast. But as you returned to your angles, his eyes fixated on the specific cow's pose that pulled his jaw into a tight clench. This was a position he knew well, a mutual favorite for you both in the more reserved confines of the bedroom, as you were shamelessly enacting it now. 

"Now you're just teasing me...rubbing this ass in my face..." His voice was sudden at your back as he smirked. The widening of an otherwise content line now felt against your cheek. 

"I'm just doing my morning yoga..." You teased, feigning innocence-well aware of the effect these positions had on him. And yet, you beckoned for it with pride as you turned back towards your focus as his hands were quick to apprehend you. Lifting you effortlessly around him in a few seconds, you were carried into the bedroom, laying you back on the sheets left unmade from the night's rest, as his fingers were quick to pull your leggings. 

"I wasn't done!" You whined. "You ruined my workout, Rudy!" 

"Oh, I'll make up for it...I'll give you one..." He winked, lips at a descent from your parted mouth to your neck, continuing lower at your breasts, your sports bra removed, as he directed to your navel. Teasing the line of your panties with a single spread of kisses from one hip to the other, you felt him gnaw at your clothed clit, eyes trained to your reaction while you arched your back to the familiar rush of pleasure. 

"Oh..." You moaned, his fingers now pulling the fabric downwards until all that remained had been your nakedness. He basked in your body, as always, hands running the lines he memorized well but needed as frequent as you were willing. But just as those poses had left him hardened with need, your curves and every beauty mark he had kept as a snapshot within his mind adding to this rigidity, his kindness became a casualty in this. 

An abrupt pull of your body onto your stomach led his fingers through your hair, a firm yet cautious pull now guiding you onto your knees. 

"THIS what you wanted, baby? Teasing me this early? Knowing what this does to me?" You slowly nodded. 

"Bad girl..." He taunted, his other hand undressing him from behind, denying you the ability to witness his own physique. Even if you could draw it from memory, you never grew tired of watching him. His body was etched in precision with sun kissed lines accentuated with each movement as you allowed your lips to fall into a whimper at the thought of this denial. Because of this, you carried your sight backwards, his smile awaiting you. 

"You wanna watch?" You nodded, biting your bottom lip as he pulled you at such an angle that you could see his penetration. Yet the length of his shaft sent your eyes into a roll as the burial of his cock was enough to mend the lack of witness. 

"Rudy!" 

"Goddamnit, you drive me fucking crazy, baby...your body...those little poses..." He grinned behind his grunts. "Let's see just how many we can twist you into..." He withdrew, pulling you onto your back before leading your leg over his shoulder. 

"Rudy..." You breathed prior to the feeling of his cock's entry once again. Only now, he'd done so with vigor. The gentle strokes made in prior instances were a thing of the past as his fingers wrapped in the sheets on either side of you as he basked in the depth allowed by your welcoming walls. 

"Fuck-" You gasped as he carried your second leg to copy the other's bend, his depth and speed making you groan and whimper in please and pain to your own denial of a moment you didn't wish for cessation. 

"Baby-" He groaned, your head bobbing in agreement as his thumb rounded your raised thigh and found a home at your clit. 

"So good baby...so fucking good..." He rasped, building to that mutual orgasm that tore through you both with chaos and then peace of satisfaction. But as you lifted to your feet following the moment’s afterglow, his hands were quick to reprimand your attempted escape. 

"Rudy..." 

"We aren't done, baby.. I've got a few more poses in mind..." He pulled you back onto the bed, guiding his fingers and tongue to where his cock swelled prior. While allowing himself a moment to recover, he would use these means of foreplay to torment you for the ways those poses had to him. It was a treat all in its own to find how feral those otherwise innocuous poses would make him. Which was why you optioned for early morning yoga every chance you got…

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[lemonflowercat]

de-catastrophizing

breathe in, breathe out

body

i want to step back and accept: i am 88 kilos at this moment, i have fat rolls that i try to conceal. i do not fit into the conventional standards of beauty. BUT i'm blessed to have a strong and healthy body - it's a real privilege, and i am so grateful for it. and i'm beautiful! i have lots of clothes i feel pretty in - and feeling it myself, irrespective of what anyone else says, is precious.

also, my best friend ♡ T-T is my favourite person in the whole world

i do have some goals for my body - these are majorly rooted in vanity - and that's okay. it's Dora Milaje looking out for me, protecting me from years of being fat shamed by my mother and society. this is why losing weight makes me feel more confident - and that's okay. my weight loss goals are also rooted in nurturing it so it can do the best of all the magic it is capable of. i want to lose fat to

have a healthy metabolism,

balanced hormones,

and healthy skin and nails.

keep my joints healthy

reduce the risk of CVDs

i want to lift heavy, jump, run, climb, be flexible.

i am not my ideal self now - but i am on my journey to it. it feels like it'll never end, on some days it's the hardest thing i do, i fail more often than i'm comfortable with - and it's ok. this is my character arc - and what's a good character arc without some struggle? besides, life is bigger than calories in-calories out, of course it's a struggle.

things i can do to support myself through this struggle:

stay kind when things don't go as planned

make the tough choices easier to make

plan ahead

look deeper, understand more of what drives me and what breaks me

have a little talk with myself before jumping on the indulgence train: be mindful, check in with my emotions, negotiate alternatives that are better for me

show up every day - can't be my best self every day, but i can be more like my best self

academics

//tummy flip

my anxiety is inversely proportional to the no. of days left to the exam. this means, freezing through the day and panic attacks at night.

to support myself through this, i can

make space for things that calm me down: meditating, staying mindful through little activities like doing the dishes and cooking, walks, working out, sleeping well, avoiding parent-interaction

prioritise studying: this means letting other people know that i don't have time for some things, making conscious decisions about how i spend my time, showing up at my study table and sitting through the first 20m even when it seems impossible

set concrete goals, track progress, actively monitor emotions

eliminate distractions: when studying, focus only on that.

no scrolling during study breaks: breaks aren't to load up more information on the brain, but to step back and relax. like really relax - stretch, walk, drink water, snack, gaze out the window, pet my babies

consume less than 2 hours of media per day: like, seriously! i know how much of a game changer this is

tap into how much i enjoy studying

75 soft reval - to make it align with changing life season. i want to ease off the stress too, because the next 56 days are already super stressful for me. i'm going to cut down on the no. of goals i set out for myself.

body

[] yoga every morning x20m: outdoors if i'm up early

movement first thing in the morning is the goal here. to save on time, i'm going to do yoga (my walks end up taking an hour). morning sun, or even just watching the sun come up makes me feel really good, so i want to practice outdoors.

to make this choice easier, i'll keep my mat and water bottle ready to go by my door the previous night.

[] midday wxo

summer is here - the afternoons are unbearably hot and it's v hard to focus while i'm a sweltering mess. i want to capitalise on evening study hours, so i'm reserving 11 am to 3 pm for working out, chores and cooking. this is also why i'm cutting down yoga to 20m - to make more of the cooler mornings.

can switch up here, like maybe go for a walk in the morning and yoga in the evening.

[] 1400 kcal/day x6/week

sad to see my raw veg/fruit goal go - i put it in to make myself come up with more ways to consume them, and i think i've established a good enough menu to tap into for now. i'll incorporate these into my meals, and maybe bring this goal back later when i have the headspace for it.

mind

[] meditate once/d

[] study 6h/d x6d + 4h on break day = 40h/w

well, that's down to 5 goals from the 10 i was going for earlier! i have some ground rules like

prioritize getting 7h of sleep but if i do sleep late, wake up before 6.30 am irrespective of what i went to bed (sounds inhuman but this is honestly best for me: a day or 2 of less sleep can be made up for with afternoon naps and i really do function best when i wake up early)

have social time once/week

do not consume media for more than 2h per day: includes little things like not using my phone until i'm done with morning yoga, not scrolling in between study sessions and not using my phone to deal with a freeze mode T-T

goddd, if not for 75 days, i really hope to see this through for the 56 days to my exam at least. //stress surge// ok, i've got this. everything is ok, i am enough and i am capable of way more than my stressed out self feels rn. i'm not doing anything i don't want to - all of these things are exactly what i want for myself, and it's just my surface brain that's feeling so apprehensive and stressed. once i get into it, it's all going to be fine amazing because let's be honest ok: i love eating healthy and putting thought into my food, i love working out, i fkn love yoga and how good it makes my body feel, i love the deep stillness of meditation, and studying is that exact perfect blend of challenge+something i'm good at that gets me flowing.

lots of love to me teehee and every person out there life-ing ♡ ☆

[mallows-marsh]

Artemis Alexandria Blake | 33 | 5'10 | August 19th

Personality: Artemis is a great mother. A wonderful sister. A darling daughter. She's always standing up for the little guy, showing off her emotional strength and smarts. She works as a physical therapist, which shows off her physical strength as well. Always the leader, Missy has gotten herself through some rough spots as she's grown. She is fluent in ASL thanks to her hearing problems and has picked up some Japanese to help her brother connect to his roots.

She has a little boy named Louis who she treasures and pampers, caring for him every single day.

Backstory: Adopted as a small child, Artemis went from uncertainty to love and warmth overnight. Helped through all her struggles with physical health, her mental health improved dramatically when she was brought home, and shown that she was worthy of love and care. A few years later, her father brought home Kaede, a little brother, for them to give all their love to. 

Around four years ago, Missy had decided that she was ready to start a family. She has a support system that rivals most, finding a donor and going through all the right channels to have her little angel.

Motivations and Goals: Artemis’ main goal in life is to support her family. She wants them to live happy, healthy lives and will do whatever it takes to give them that support. She also wishes to help people in general, volunteering and working at her main job doing physical therapy to help people get back on the right foot in life.

Likes:

Family

Yoga

Hiking

Volunteering

Dislikes:

Dishonesty 

Pessimism 

Loud noises

Gossip

Appearance:

Artemis is a black woman with non segmental vitiligo, covering a good portion of her face and her body. It travels up to her hair, discoloring her afro in the front, covers one of her eyes, discoloring that one, and covering her ear. The discolored eye and ear that's lightened have issues, leading to her needing strong prescription glasses and a hearing aid. Her eyes are green, and she has dark brown hair. She usually dresses in athleisure clothes, anything comfortable enough for her to chase the baby in. She is taller than average and has a very fit physique.

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 611, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child

WORDS: 1045

“Hello!” I greeted the woman as she parked her car in the driveway. “You must be Millie Blackfield from Men’s Health! Come in!”

Millie stepped into utter madness.

“WALL!” screamed little girl, sending the Ratajczyk babies into forming a shield wall. Little girl had been learning about Vikings in her kindergarten class, and had been busy in reenacting her learnings with her army of Ratajczyk babies. “PULL!”

Katie was doing gentle yoga stretches and wriggling her toes that were confined in her bright red 3D printed cast. Elizabeth was curled up nearby devouring a copy of Nancy Drew and the Spider Sapphire Mystery. Their American Gil dollies were sitting “pretty as a peach” next to each other, their adorable buckteeth smiles lighting up the room.

“What can I get pictures of first?” Millie asked, not even blinking an eye at all the mayhem as Baby Jojo rolled a ball towards her feet. She gently kicked the ball back over towards her way, being greeted with a wild screech of glee from the little girl as Daisy rocketed out from who knows where and grabbed the ball.

“Upstairs, Peter is having me help him with his hair.” I pointed my lips towards the stairs.

“Ah, perfect!” Millie trailed after me, pausing to let me yell down to the kids that Elizabeth and Katie were in charge and not to make a big mess. “The kids seem like they’re good and well behaved. Can you let me into your secret?”

“Peter and I had made it obvious that the house is a safe place where it’s completely acceptable to be vulnerable and cry or to be enraged and scream and cry and tear things about. This house is full of love, and nothing more,” I answered, breaking out into a happy smile at Peter vacuuming the floor of our shared bedroom.

“Hihi sweetheart,” he greeted me affectionately, turning the vacuum off and standing it up by the door as a reminder to go back downstairs again. “Where do you want us?”

~xoXox~

I had spent the better part of an hour putting more black hair dye onto my handsome older husband’s graying scalp. I had elected to do so wearing my favorite pair of jeans and lacey underwear that gently skimmed my waistband, providing people with the briefest glance of green lace. I had thrown my wayside curls up on top of my head in a messy bun and wore no t-shirt, granting access to my beloved angel wings tattoos that crossed over my back. I stood in between Peter’s knees as I brushed dye onto his roots, with his tattooed fists gripping my hip and the back of my neck, creating a delightfully arousing sight, even with Mittens twirling herself around our ankles.

CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK

MEOW Mittens said, looking up at the two of us before erupting into a thunderous purrs.

PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR

“Good kitty,” I giggled, pulling away from Peter to scoop the motherly cat into my arms and turn back to face Millie as Peter began to wash his head in the shower, kneeling by the side of the tub to do so.

MEOW Mittens looked utterly pleased with herself for some reason or other as I smothered the sweet tempered cat with kisses.

CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK

MEOW Mittens rolled herself onto her back, resembling a tiny little baby being cradled in my arms. She gently bapped my chin, earning her a kiss on her pink nose from her human mommy. MEOW

With a chattering chitter, Primrose suddenly exploded into the bathroom, clearly having a massive case of skunkie zoomies.

“Oh, that’s right, you have a pet skunk!” Millie asked, shouting out with laughter as the family pet skunk leapt onto her foot with an excited chitter.

MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOW yowled Mittens, not budging from being her human mommy’s source of concealment from Millie as she continued to take pictures.

CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK

Just then-

THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD

Millie stopped taking pictures and ducked out to investigate the sound of what could only be described as a herd of elephants wearing sunglasses thundering up and down the stairs again. I took the moment to set Mittens back down again before redressing myself back into my comfy bra and crop top as Peter folded up his wet locks into a towel turban.

“Let me guess- Daisy and Jack Sparrow are engaged in stair zoomies?” I called out in a teasing tone of voice as Millie came back into the bathroom, shaking her head in amused disbelief.

“You’d be correct,” she smiled, her camera hanging from a strap looped around her neck, narrowly avoiding stepping on Primrose as the skunk zoomed out of the bathroom to go join Daisy and Jack Sparrow with a thousand and one excited chatter.

“Welcome to yet another average day at the Ratajczyk house,” I droned, leaning my hip into Peter’s side. “Now that you’re here, you aren’t allowed to leave ever again.”

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[stillgeekingout]

I was gonna be like "would you believe it's my 10th one of these" but apparently tumblr has a CHARACTER LIMIT now????? why would they nerf me on the year I decided not to worry about how long it was

anyway I guess I'm splitting this in 2 so reflections on 2023 part one~

let's start with work bc then I want to be done with it: I spent all year doing trainings (& 2 conferences) and researching and preparing to apply for an advisor position if it ever opened up. it did open up in spring, I applied and did not get it, the new advisor was not good and got fired, I applied again having done much more training and still did not get it, I applied for a different advisor position trying to triumphantly leave my office and did not get that either. so now I’m still in my same position working under the person who beat me for the job but this time with a bunch of extra responsibility that I gave myself trying to prep to be promoted. lol. if I sound very bitter it’s because I am :)))) 

all that being said, I do still mostly like my job from day to day. and I still want to do advising, probably. if they’ll ever hire me for it

related to work but less bitter: I had mostly good relationships with my coworkers. one of them was pregnant for a lot of the year and just had her baby last week and I’m very excited to meet her (we went to her baby shower despite all her friends being Very Christian lol it was a time) (this coworker is uhhhh A Lot but it’s complicated lol). I got to be on the hiring committee for another coworker which was a cool experience and also she is very nice. got closer with another coworker who I previously had kind of a tenuous relationship with (and now she works fully remote so it doesn’t even matter) (jk)

another thing I did in my quest to Be Hireable was basically take over supervising the student leaders (work study students) at work. shoutout to esteban, isa, aar and sheri lol

I have inherited my mother’s trait of getting attached to problem children. there are several students who are a recurring Thorn In My Side but also I’m rooting for them

last work thing that is only tangentially a work thing: I became the advisor for GSA at my campus and now I have a bunch of queer college students under my wing. a few of us walked in pride which was my first time being in the parade and it was wild. also we had an event for trans awareness week and I am proud of them for coming up with it :)) more exciting things to come this year. feels good to have a little corner where I can provide support in the face of so many attacks from the FL govt

let’s get the other big bad thing out of the way! my mental health was shit lol. I briefly was doing virtual appointments with a therapist in the spring but it mostly just made me feel weird and untherapizable. (as in, I didn’t feel like I was getting much out of it but I think part of that was that it was zoom calls from my car on my phone during lunch breaks) although it did lead to me leaving my phone outside of the bedroom at night and putting timers on my apps which I think have been net positives even if they haven’t made as much of a difference as I hoped. 

the aforementioned job stress was a huge part of it, the application process lasted like 2 months and then they left me on the hook after the interview for Multiple Weeks which was. a bad time.

another part of it was I was alone a lot on weekends and I’m not very good at using my time off to do fun and nice things when I’m by myself, usually I end up just stewing in my brains. I did try to get in the habit of occasionally going to these nice gardens near us so maybe I will do that more this year also.

also health related: got my first mammogram this year. it was uncomfortable but fine. also got my first pap smear which was QUITE PAINFUL AND UNPLEASANT but I did survive it

also tangentially health related: I tried a few times throughout the year to do yoga. for a lil bit I was doing it with some coworkers after work once a week. some of it I did with some people from the carry on discord. it was very intermittent but better than nothing at all!

last health thing: my dad’s siblings had an Exceptionally Shitty Summer. one of his sisters died, another of his sisters had an extreme staph infection and was in the hospital for weeks, and one of his brothers had a mini stroke and possibly also a heart attack? the latter two are doing okay now but it was rough for a minute there

ENOUGH BAD STUFF I turned 30 this year! three full decades on this earth

Ingrid got her work authorization and a job and later in the year her green card!

I paid off my car (and also my car is having a lot of minor problems but that’s just… having a car)

I made a few financial mistakes (messed up our taxes, accidentally got a best buy credit card) but they are hopefully still fixable and overall we still saved money by the end of the year. we tried to keep a budget for a while but it was hard to keep up with. we also tried to join a credit union but their customer service was really weird

made a halfhearted attempt at local politics (went to a few protests, one city planning thing, and one socialist alternative meeting)

stay tuned for part 2 since tumblr hates me apparently

[mrsvalbaker]

A Week in New York

Act I

Disclaimer: This hasn't been proofread. This Tim may be inspired by @meetmyothersouls

Themes: Timothee x Male!OC, queer romance, femboy reader, roseboy reader.

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"I'm not from around here." He said to me when I asked him why I've never seen him before.

It made perfect sense when he told me that he's from California, he's just visiting his cousin for one week. He's a very pretty boy, so pretty I had almost mistaken him for a girl if it wasn't for the peek a boo exposure of a tantalizing, apricot-tawny, nipple that called my attention in the form fitting, tight, black, sleeveless ribbed dress.

It was low cut and hugged his ankles, and showed me the shape of his surprisingly ample backside for a boy. He's short, so short I could toss him around if he permitted me to, maybe around 5'1 without his doc martens.

His hair is very Malibu idyllic, down his back in pretty, bleached, loose, messy curls, and the attractive dark roots that complimented his buff colored skin. He looks like a mermaid. "Let me guess, Malibu?" I chuckled as I peered into his wide, dark chocolate eyes. The thick black eyeliner could possibly scream rock star if he wasn't so doll-like looking.

The pretty boy bit on his luscious, puffy, sandy pink lips. My jaw clenched as I swallowed back a moan, and flexed my fingers. I smirked a little when I noticed his smokey eyes darted to my ring adorn fingers. At least I'm not the only one affected here.

"Venice, actually. Venice the Beach not the Italian city. " He laughed and it sounded like baby powder. "Obviously. "

"That's so cool, how was it growing up there?" I was genuinely interested.

He shrugged with a smile. "A mix of rich and not so rich, a glamor ghetto by the sea. My dad's a massage and yoga therapist and my mom does hair and facials. So I don't fall into the latter." He played with his mermaid curls. "My cousin that I'm visiting though, is pretty well off, growing up in a Manhattan townhouse."

"Kind of like me." I said.

He nodded.

"What's your name?" I hadn't realized I didn't know it until I wanted to say it.

He offered his sweet, plump lipped smile. "Yury Lukashenko."

It was officially the prettiest name in the world, sounds like a song or a poem or a perfume.

Yury Lukashenko

Yury

Yury

Yury

Yury

Yury…

Like a ballet dancer. Yury Lukashenko as Romeo…or Juliet.

Yury sounds like a flower in the rain.

How lucky I was to see him across the street, as I got out of the car. It was fate, divine intervention, and he was made just for me.

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[licncourt]

thoughts on “its hour come at last” at the end of prince lestat? louis’ character development is kind of sudden since we don’t actually see much of him before this point but i like how quiet and private the change in him sounds. i also like how he purposefully dressed in his favorite outfit to go sit in the garden. he is on a date with himself like they tell you to do in cosmo. i wonder if he picked up yoga next.

That chapter is fucking everything to me. I waited ten entire books and most of an eleventh for ANY kind of real update on my sweet, sweet baby boy and I cling to those seven pages with my heart and soul.

As always, I'm very disappointed that there was no dedicated Louis POV book around this point in canon to give some insight into how he managed to get from a suicide attempt in Merrick (his last appearance before PL iirc) to a place where he's not only fully open to Lestat romantically but also so incredibly content. Of course, it sucks that we didn't get much of an in-depth look at how Lestat got to where he is either, stable and honest and ready to be a good partner, but Louis is where it all started. His grief and misery are the root of VC, and I wish so much we would've gotten the catharsis of healing rather than skipping straight to rushed closure.

Still, I really love those few little pages. Like you said, his happiness is very quiet, very introspective, very Louis. His version of happiness isn't loud and obvious, it's just peace, the thing he's wanted since the first book. It's learning compassion for himself instead of trying to alleviate the guilt he's clinging to with martyrdom. At the very least, I'm so happy Anne Rice got that right. More than anything, Louis has been at war with himself for over 200 years. It's actually very healing and beautiful to see him finally let go of that, to become a friend to himself rather than his own punishment.

Even if it's not shown, that has to be the biggest reason he's able to be so open about his love for Lestat at this point, has been able to make peace with his nature as a vampire, has moved forward from the rut of religious trauma, can accept love and care from his friends. So many of his struggles were tied to his inability to stop fighting himself. It's a shame we didn't see that happen, but in the end Anne got it right.

Additionally:

By the PL era, Louis is without a doubt a wellness and self care king, and I think it probably started in the 90s with self-help culture and increasing mental health awareness. Louis is so obsessed with Being Normal that the idea that what was wrong with him had a name and Normalness was something potentially achievable for him must have been huge.

There were concrete steps to take, an societal uptick in empathy for people with mental health issues, then later on a rapidly growing acceptance of gay people and support for those who need it instead of a culture of shame. Finding ways to shed that Catholic need to self-flagellate and start investing in his own well-being sounds like exactly what Louis needs, and just existing in a less hostile world would probably make a big difference, especially one that celebrates self-love. So yeah, he get into that shit big time, first because he wants to be Normal, but then because he's Louis.

Unfortunately for everyone around him, he is also full of himself and has quite the addictive personality, so I'm positive he'd be really annoying about it. He does yoga (moon salutations instead of sun). He goes on cleanses where he only drinks from vegan Crossfitters. He makes everyone use "I" statements during disagreements. He meditates. He has marriage workbooks. He recites self love mantras in the mirror. He has incredibly long and complicated self care rituals for certain days of the week. He does his guided journaling religiously and never shuts up about it. He's a menace to society but no one can really complain that much because look how genuinely happy he is.

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Island Paradise: The Serene Beauty of Bali, Indonesia

Bali, the "Island of the Gods," is a true paradise on Earth. With its stunning landscapes, vibrant culture, and warm hospitality, it has captured the hearts of travellers from around the globe. Nestled in the Indonesian archipelago, Bali offers a serene and enchanting experience that is unlike any other. From pristine beaches and lush rice terraces to ancient temples and vibrant markets, this tropical haven has something for everyone. Join us on a journey as we explore the serene beauty of Bali, immersing ourselves in its natural wonders, cultural treasures, and soul-soothing experiences.

Enchanting Beaches and Crystal-clear Waters

Bali is renowned for its breathtaking beaches that stretch along its coastline. From popular destinations like Kuta and Seminyak to hidden gems like Nusa Dua and Sanur, each beach offers its own unique charm. Picture-perfect white sands, swaying palm trees, and azure waters create a postcard-worthy scene. Whether you're looking to relax under the sun, surf the waves, or indulge in exhilarating water sports like snorkelling and diving, Bali's beaches cater to every preference. A visit to the stunning beaches of Bali is a must for any traveller seeking tranquillity and natural beauty.

Ubud: The Cultural Heart of Bali 

Located amidst lush greenery and terraced rice fields, Ubud is the cultural heart of Bali. This charming town is a haven for art enthusiasts, yoga practitioners, and seekers of spiritual enlightenment. Explore the vibrant local markets where you'll find unique handicrafts, textiles, and traditional artworks. Visit the magnificent Ubud Palace and witness captivating Balinese dance performances. Immerse yourself in the tranquillity of the Ubud Monkey Forest, where cheeky macaques roam freely amidst ancient temples. For a transformative experience, participate in a yoga or meditation retreat that will rejuvenate your mind, body, and soul. Ubud is a place where creativity, spirituality, and natural beauty converge.

Temples: A Glimpse into Balinese Spirituality 

Bali is known for its countless temples, each with its own story and significance. The island's spiritual essence is deeply rooted in Hinduism, and the temples provide a glimpse into Balinese religious and cultural practices. The iconic Tanah Lot temple, perched on a rock formation by the sea, is a sight to behold, especially during sunset. Uluwatu Temple, located on a cliff with stunning ocean views, is not only a place of worship but also a venue for mesmerising Kecak dance performances. Besakih Temple, known as the "Mother Temple," is the largest and most important Hindu temple in Bali, set against the backdrop of Mount Agung. Exploring these sacred sites allows travellers to appreciate the deep spirituality and devotion of the Balinese people.

Rice Terraces: The Green Tapestry of Bali 

The iconic rice terraces of Bali are a testament to the island's agricultural heritage. The intricate system of rice cultivation, known as subak, has been practised for centuries and is recognized as a UNESCO World Heritage site. The emerald-green rice fields, with their cascading tiers, create a stunning visual spectacle. Tegalalang and Jatiluwih are two of the most famous rice terrace destinations in Bali. Take a leisurely stroll through the terraces, breathe in the fresh air, and witness the farmers at work. The rice terraces not only offer a breathtaking landscape but also provide insight into the sustainable farming practices that sustain the island's economy.

Balinese Cuisine: A Gastronomic Journey 

No visit to Bali is complete without indulging in its delectable cuisine. Balinese food is a flavorful blend of spices, fresh ingredients, and cultural influences. Sample the famous Babi Guling (suckling pig), Satay, and Nasi Goreng (fried rice) at local warungs (small eateries). Immerse yourself in the unique dining experience of a traditional Balinese feast, known as a "megibung," where a variety of dishes are served on a banana leaf. Don't forget to try the refreshing and healthy Balinese specialty, Jajan Pasar (market snacks), which includes colourful and sweet treats. Bali also boasts a thriving café culture, with quaint coffee shops serving artisanal coffee and innovative dishes. Embark on a gastronomic journey that will tantalise your taste buds and leave you craving for more.

Conclusion 

Bali, Indonesia's Island Paradise, offers a serene and awe-inspiring experience that captivates travellers. From its enchanting beaches and spiritual temples to its cultural hub in Ubud and breathtaking rice terraces, Bali showcases the beauty of nature, the richness of its heritage, and the warmth of its people. Whether you seek relaxation, adventure, or a spiritual retreat, Bali has it all. The island's allure lies not only in its physical beauty but also in the spiritual essence that permeates every corner. A visit to Bali is a journey of self-discovery and connection with nature and culture. So pack your bags, immerse yourself in the serene beauty of Bali, and let this island paradise weave its magic on your soul.