Why cabt I find their ages anywhere smh ik they're adults but I was gonna write a fic and a line included their ages,, it prolly won't ever reach the public but itll be okay. Or ill get bored doing it like usualll 😭😭
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#OTD in 1935 – Nineteen Donegal islanders are drowned when their yawl founders.
At 5.30pm on Saturday the 9 of November 1935, a yawl left Burtonport harbour, for Arranmore Island. In order to avoid being kept at sea too long in the dark, in the heavy swell, it was apparently decided to take a short course between rocks which the sea is studded for a large area between the Island and the mainland. On board the yawl were 15 islanders, returning from harvesting in Scotland, and…
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End of week, end of month, end of term.
End of week, end of month, end of term.
Pathfinder progress report, end of week/month and practically the end of year 2.
Good morning everyone, I hope you are all well. It’s the end of a working week once again but it’s also the end of the month and I think honestly it’s probably the end of the project this year aside from some small workshop based jobs during the autumn.
I noticed this week that it’s a lot cooler and wetter now –…
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The way I would do anything he asked for the privilege of humping his stomach
REAL I wanna ride his tummy cuz that’s more filthy IEUFIDXISJFJ 👉👈
Ofc I’m writing a blurb I caint help it LMAO
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You usually grind on his thigh, which is heavenly with his strong muscles that he flexes whilst you move. But he’s definitely noticed your love for his stomach. He’s softened with age and for a long time he wasn’t really sure what he thought about that, until you came along.
You’re always complimenting him and when you cuddle on the couch or in bed you love to nuzzle into his stomach or trace your fingers over it. You’re careful, of course, because of the scars covering his torso. But you hadn’t seen his body yet though because he always kept a tee shirt on, including when you were intimate. He was forever grateful for your patience and acceptance that he wasn’t comfortable showing off his body yet. Although, your unwavering affection makes his confidence swell and one day he goes without a tee shirt when he walks into the bedroom where you were curled up on the bed. It made him almost tearful how loving and affectionate you were, kissing his body until not an inch was left untouched.
He knows you love his body, and he loves to see you grinding on him to get yourself off so he gets an idea he wants to try. And so he prompts you when you’re getting it on one night.
You’re rolling your hips down on his lap, kissing Aaron hungrily, hands pawing at his chest desperately. He pulls back suddenly and you whimper in protest. He chuckles softly and holds onto you whilst he shifts back and lays back against the pillows.
“Honey, I want to try something with you tonight.” He says and you’re immediately intrigued. He smirks at you and gropes at your hips. “I want you to ride me.”
You’re confused because you’ve done that before, but you’re nonetheless still enthusiastic. But as you move to grab his thick cock he gently moves your hands away and beckons you with his finger.
“Slide your hips towards me, angel.” You comply, inching forward a bit but he hums. “Closer.”
You’re practically straddling his soft stomach at this point, then it hits you. Oh fuck. He wants you to ride his stomach. He encourages you when you brace yourself with your hands on his chest and with the first roll of your hips he knows this was a good idea. His cock twitches against his lower abdomen as you begin to ease into it now, humming softly and stroking the soft skin of your thighs with his large hands.
“That’s it, grind on my stomach, honey.”
You’re a mess, overwhelmingly turned on by the whole act. It’s filthy, getting yourself off by humping his stomach but you don’t care. You are emboldened when his hand slides past your thigh to grasp his leaking cock, jerking himself off in time with the roll of your hips. You’re not gonna last, and neither is he but you don’t want to try prolonging the edge, instead increasing your speed until you’re whining his name desperately and your body quivers with pleasure. He slips his thumb into your mouth and coos.
“Gonna cum for me, huh? Go on, cum on my stomach, baby.” He purrs and it takes only a little more grinding before you’re collapsing onto him, your orgasm ripping through you as you dig your fingers into his pecs. Aaron moans your name lowly against your chest and you feel the telltale sign of his own unravelling from the spatters of cum hitting your asscheeks.
You both lay there for a little moment as you calm down, then you slowly slide down over his cock with a grin when he hisses from overstimulation. From between his legs you kiss his thigh and pout slightly.
“I made a mess so I’ve gotta clean you up, Aaron.”
He groans loudly and his head falls back against the pillows in anticipation, a smile forming on his lips.
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I feel like we as a society need to acknowledge the media literacy every fan of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein goes through.
Which goes in this order:
-Victor is a monster for what he did/The Creature is the victim.
-The Creature is a monster for what he did/Victor is the victim.
-The Creature AND Victor are simultaneously victims of their circumstances.
-The Creature and Victor are both perpetrators and both show incredible entitlement that ruins the lives of victims around them. You cannot excuse either characters actions no matter how much you empathize with them.
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#OTD in 1935 – Nineteen Donegal islanders are drowned when their yawl founders.
#OTD in 1935 – Nineteen Donegal islanders are drowned when their yawl founders.
At 5.30pm on Saturday the 9 of November 1935, a yawl left Burtonport harbour, for Arranmore Island. In order to avoid being kept at sea too long in the dark, in the heavy swell, it was apparently decided to take a short course between rocks which the sea is studded for a large area between the Island and the mainland. On board the yawl were 15 islanders, returning from harvesting in Scotland, and…
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