#community conservatory

[victorluvsalice]

Hello folks! I feel like I need to start moving to an "every OTHER week" schedule when it comes to posting the Chill Valicer Save updates, just because they always have a LOT of pictures, and it takes me a good long while to get them sorted with everything they need (even WITH the ability to now put like thirty pictures in a post if I so desire). So, this week, you instead get a look at one of my more recent builds -- the Community Conservatory! My first-ever Community Space lot! I actually built this for my potential "Valicer In The Dark" save file, as it's meant to represent the abandoned conservatory that Victor turns into a neighborhood garden during the course of that AU. I thought doing it as a community space and having the building noticeably improve as you took it through the Community Garden, Maker Space, and Marketplace lot subtypes would be a neat idea --

And it was indeed! :D It proved to be a pretty simple build -- I knew pretty much exactly what I wanted it to look like, meaning getting the initial shell down was really easy -- but it was a very fun one too. :) Let me take you through the various stages:

Community Space: The "default" space, this is just the shell of the building, with a little outhouse to the side and the voting board. It's completely empty inside, and I've done a little "moveobjects on" to put some cracks and such on some of the windows to make it look a little more rundown. This is the basic "abandoned conservatory" lot.

Community Garden: This is what it looks like after the Three Pillars have got it cleaned up, started making planters, and word has spread around their neighborhood, Six Towers, about this new free garden. I wanted it to look like the community had revitalized it, so all the various cracks and such are gone and there's a bunch of flowers outside. :) The entrance hall has a few hale bales to sit on and some gardening tools; the main octagon has floor planters, a bee box, and various garden-related decorations (lots of potted plants, a potting bench, and the like); the left wing is all about vertical gardens; and the right wing is all about insect farms! Oh, and the outhouse has been gussied up with a floor rug and a bit of art. :) I wanted it to be fun and inviting, and I think it came out well!

Maker Space: People have decided they want to do some crafting here, so some old beams and tin roof sheeting has been scavenged from an old factory and set up as extra cover around the back so people can set up communal crafting projects -- plus some stuff for their children! :) As I didn't want to mess with the main build (the whole point is that this space is CLEARLY the same building, just being built up more and more as you progress through the various spaces), I ended up having to put the "maker space" stuff outside -- and I wanted to make sure it was protected from the rain, so I did the old "floating roofs" trick and put some columns at each corner to make it look like the beams were holding them up. (I WAS going to do proper awnings/pergolas, but either they didn't look right or I couldn't get the stuff underneath them.) Included is the recycling machine, a fabricator, a woodworking bench, and a candle-making station under one roof, and a juice fizzer, three children's activity tables, and some toys appropriate for all ages under the other! So there should be something for just about everyone.

Marketplace: People have decided as long as they're MAKING stuff, they may as well SELL it too and have dragged some selling tables into the front yard...and if they're doing that, there's this old barrel someone turned into a grill, and these planks could be painted or carved and turned into picnic benches... :) The final upgrade to the space, we have the Jungle Adventures selling tables out front, along with some picnic tables and a grill. I was going to put one of the vendor stalls too, as that's a optional thing the game suggests, but none of them looked right, and this is a small lot with limited room, so I decided to forget it (I mean, the picnic area IS already really close to the outhouse, which is both good and bad XD). This is when the conservatory becomes a true community space for the residents, and I wanted it to look even more happy and colorful. I think I succeeded. :)

So yeah, that's the Community Conservatory build! Now, I haven't put this one up on the Gallery, but I would be open to doing it -- if I knew how putting these types of lot up on the Gallery worked. Since, you know, it's REALLY four lots...do you just upload one lot variant at a time, or do you get all four if you upload one? If it's just one lot variant at a time, that's okay -- I'm thinking I'd put up the base "Community Space" build as the only build of mine that does not require fifty million packs. XD Let me know what you think, and how uploading would work! More store shenanigans with the Chill Valicer trio next week!

[smellyidiot]

Because of trumps recent villainous antics, I have decided to make an archive post for animals that risk extinction and are considered vulnerable. I will include websites to donate, ways to help, constant updates to the list, and fun facts about each animal because i cant donate! 💖 :D

------------------------------------------------ Vaquita

The vaquita (Phocoena sinus), a critically endangered marine porpoise with a population of only 6 and 8 as of 2024, also happens to be one of the smallest cetacean species. Vaquitas are endangered due to illegal and unsustainable fishing practices, particularly for the totoaba fish. Vaquitas are caught and drowned in gillnets set for totoaba, which share their habitat in the upper Gulf of California.  Male vaquitas typically measure 140 cm in length, while females are slightly larger, reaching 150 cm. Interestingly, despite females being larger overall, males have a proportionally taller dorsal fin! Vaquitas can also weigh between 60 to 120 pounds as fully-grown adults! The vaquita is well adapted to its very specific habitat, able to tolerate temperature fluctuations from 14 to 26 degrees Celsius. It is thought that its dorsal fin is used to help regulate its body temperature in warmer waters. Vaquitas are only found in the shallow waters which are less than 50 meters deep and where the Colorado river empties into the northern Gulf of California, Mexico. This area happens to be abundant in both fish and shrimp, which is very convenient as Vaquitas are recognized for the important role they play in maintaining the balance of the marine ecosystem in the Gulf of California. They’re an essential part of the food chain, as both a predator and prey. Vaquitas are predominately carnivores, with their diet consisting mainly of various fish and squid species, as well as crustaceans. They’re preyed upon by top predators including sharks and killer whales. They are sometimes referred to as ‘sea pandas’ due to their distinctive facial markings that include darker rings around their eyes and curved black lips that resemble a smile and their skin is usually a dark grey to black color on their back, which fades into a paler grey on their underside. Newborn vaquitas also tend to have a darker coloring that fades over time!

Where to donate ; - Vaquita CPR directly routes donations to ELI, which fights environmental and wildlife crime through intelligence, investigation, and media production. - Porpoise.org's website includes a petition, ways to buy sustainable sea food, ways to support the local community of baja outside of fishing, addresses for sending your letters to officials in california, a symbolic ''adoption'' of a vaquita, how to send a letter to the Mexican president showing your support for his efforts, and of course constant updates! - Viva Vaquita's website links a way to donate to the VRF (Vaquita Recovery Fund), w way to write to the Mexican commission of natural protected areas to thank them, ways to boycott, where and how to support non profit organizations, how to write to the officials in Canada and the U.S, and where to do volunteer work.

Ways to help! - Follow organizations like Sea Shepherd, which actively works to protect vaquitas in the Zero Tolerance Area of the upper Sea of Cortez. You can volunteer for their onshore or at-sea programs to support their conservation efforts - Watch documentaries like "Sea of Shadows" to learn more about conservation efforts - Write to government officials urging them to enforce gillnet bans and protect the vaquita's habitat - Share information about the vaquita's plight on social media - International Save the Vaquita Day: This annual event, scheduled for September 7, 2024, offers both in-person and virtual volunteering opportunities. Volunteers can help raise awareness, assist with crafts, and interact with the public to educate them about vaquita conservation - Association of Zoos and Aquariums (AZA): Many AZA-accredited zoos and aquariums participate in vaquita conservation efforts. You can check with your local AZA institution for volunteer opportunities related to vaquita awareness campaigns - Don't eat seafood caught by gillnets. ==========================================

Giant ant eaters

Anteaters are the four extant mammal species in the suborder Vermilingua! There are roughly 5,000 giant anteaters (Myrmecophaga tridactyla) left in the wild. The International Union for Conservation of Nature (IUCN) lists the giant anteater as vulnerable. Things like fires, hunting, and road accidents have destroyed much of the giant anteater's habitat. And Giant anteaters are sometimes taken from the wild to be kept as pets as well as hunter for their meat as a form of trophying. They are sadly already considered extinct in parts of Belize, Costa Rica, Guatemala, and Uruguay. Being the largest of the four anteater species, giant anteaters reach 6-8 feet (1.8-2.4 meters) in length, including both nose and tail. They weigh between 60 and 100 pounds (27 and 45 kilograms). However, it is nearly impossible to differentiate the adult male from the female using external anatomy alone. Giant anteaters can also run up to 50 kph or about 31 mph! They have poor eyesight much like moles, But a powerful sense of smell! Giant ant eaters are insectivores that primarily eat ants and termites. However, they may also be found to eat fruit, worms, beetle larvae, grubs, and occasionally honey bees. Anteaters have one of the longest tongues in the animal kingdom with sun bears coming in close, Even larger than their own jaw, so reaching a length of 2 feet in total! Despite having no teeth, their tongues also have thousands of tiny hooks that help them scoop up their food. Ant eaters cant produce their own stomach acid either, So they rely on their diet consisting of ants to give them formic acids! Sometimes ant eaters will eat a little bit of soil and sand to help things go down easier! Giant anteaters are preyed upon by jaguars and pumas. They are shy and usually try to avoid humans, but they can inflict serious wounds with their front claws! Speaking of claws, did you know that the reason Giant anteaters walk on their knuckles is because their large claws make it difficult to walk normally? Interesting! Anteaters sleep up to 15 hours a day, That time is spent largely digesting their food due to the rate of their slower than normal metabolism! Anteaters are important to the balance of their ecosystems because they control the insect population (Keeping termites at bay which in turn helps farmers keep crops safe and reduce pests), Aerate the soil (Which promotes nutrient cycling), Disperse seeds (Anteaters eat fruits, and the seeds they ingest pass through their digestive system and are dispersed in different areas, This contributes to forest regeneration and plant species diversity), Create water holes (They dig for waterholes when there isn't any available, Creating critical watering holes for other species), And provide food to predators,

Where to donate ; - Nashville Zoo's Giant Anteater Conservation Program Participates in breeding programs to support the vulnerable species, is recognized as a leader in giant ant eater conservation, and conducts research on anteater biology and reproduction. - Rewilding Foundation's Giant Anteater Reintroduction Program Offers ways to volunteer, A place to donate to fund them, Rescues & Rewilds giant ant eaters, and has successfully reintroduced over 90 anteaters and established self-sustaining populations. - ICAS (Wild Animal Conservation Institute) in Brazil Conducts research on threats like roadkill and habitat loss, Implements education programs to improve public perception of giant anteaters in schools, Hosts events for volunteer work, Includes a live cam, Includes a gallery of their work, has constant news, and allows donations from the U.S.

Ways to help! - Participate in research projects, like those conducted by Cornell University's Giant Anteater Conservation Initiative -Use AmazonSmile through ZCOG's link, where a portion of your purchase will be donated to giant anteater conservation - Sponsor a GPS collar: A $3,000 donation covers the purchase and delivery of one GPS collar for tracking anteaters - Spread awareness on social media - Do volunteer work as listed on donation websites - Support the building of wildlife corridors for animal passing.

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[yaoi-hate-machine]

come to dc all the museums are free

ok omw!!! most museums near me are like $40 if you’re from out of town. they have free days but then you’ll just be packed in there with one billion other people like a can of sardines

[strazcenter]

20 Years on, Patel Continues to Look Ahead

Twenty years since its opening, the Patel Conservatory is going strong and ready to grow. The Straz Master Plan will give the performing arts school a significant increase in space, and planning for its use is being addressed enthusiastically. “We’re picking out flooring, special mirrors, special soundproofing. Special features like this will really address the unique technical needs of our…

[pittsburghbeautiful]

The Best Gardens to Visit in Pittsburgh

The Best Gardens to Visit in Pittsburgh Pittsburgh, often celebrated for its industrial heritage and steel-making legacy, also harbors a softer, greener side with its array of botanical gardens and lush spaces, making it a destination for those seeking serenity amidst urban landscapes. Among these, the best gardens to visit in Pittsburgh offer an escape to nature lovers and horticulture…

[odinarrow]

“Since 1959, our collection has been open to the public to educate visitors of all ages and provide permanent housing for almost 4,000 plant species, some of which are critically endangered.

We've always been dedicated to the conservation of plant species, including Welwitschias, cacti, succulents, orchids, cycads, water lilies, carnivorous plants, and so much more!

Earlier this week, we were informed that we have been placed on a shortlist for potential permanent closure and will know in May.

At the moment, we are still operating under our normal hours, allowing visitors, labs, and discussions to observe, touch, and smell all of our unique and fascinating plants-for free, as it has always been.

Currently, Marlene Simon, the director of the conservatory, is drafting a letter of support for those who wish to sign in support of the UC Davis Botanical Conservatory to continue to get University funding.

Additionally, supporters are more than welcome to write to our department which is the College of Biological Sciences.

@ucdavisbiology

Lastly, we would deeply appreciate it if all supporters could share this news to help gather more support.

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UC Davis’s botany conservatory needs your help! Please message @ucdavisbiology on instagram and/or email UC Davis’s Chancellor Gary May at chancellor@ucdavis.edu about why this would be a loss for the botany community, endangered plant species, and the general public!

Please share if you can!

[creatingblackcharacters]

Hi! I'm writing a story set in the late 1960s and my Asian American FMC's love interest is Black. She's a classically trained violinist (conservatory dropout, so she's really really good) who bonds with my FMC over music (they're both huge Beatlemaniacs but have diverging tastes otherwise). Since she comes from a middle-class Black family in Chicago, I originally planned on making her a fan of jazz artists like Ella Fitzgerald and Nina Simone (aside from her classical and Beatles preferences) while my (raised on a two-person Marxist spy cell/commune) MC is more into Dylan/Guthrie/Joan Baez/anti-fascist folk music. However, I'm aware of the stereotypes surrounding Black people and jazz music and don't want to fall into lazy tropes about what Black people are supposed to enjoy as culture. Should I adjust my Black character's musical tastes, or is this fine? Thank you so much (and sorry for all the brackets)

Well the thing is, it doesn't matter what type of music Black people listen to and participate in (almost all of it); some people are gonna be racist regardless because they hate us in general. Jazz was associated with similar types of stereotypes that come with listening to rap, now.

I would never suggest not writing that a Black character loves jazz because of that. To tear us away from our own classical art form... The horror! And she's into music and the classics? What would be wrong with a Black character liking jazz?

Plus, she likes the Beatles too 😅 if she should be judged for anything, it's that. Let me stop. Point is, it would only be stereotypical if that's how you wrote it. "Oh yeah she's Black, ofc she loves jazz" = racist. "She's very passionate about this music as an art form and she loves the sound, especially given its counterculture roots both at the time of its inception and at the time of the story"= not racist. And as always, do your research!

[theadventurezoneoftruth]

I noticed that, in the Blupjeans community, there's a wide variety of interpretations of what Exactly the "do you wanna go talk for a while?" conversation meant. And I'm curious about what the general consensus is. So...

[nihildenial]

im having big feelings about ministry gardens

headcanons under the cut

the ministry has 3 gardens:

☆a small 'gothic' one of these exotic themed flowers and plants that is primo's personal garden.

☆a gated garden of poisonous plants that Ivy started (he's named after poison ivy not english ivy for a reason) and he works with the local community college for research of antidotes

☆the conservatory: it has veggies, fruits, berry bushes, and typical flowers. was a gift from papa nihil to primo to butter the 16 year old up to taking care of baby copia in addition to secondo and terzo

☆it supplies a lot of the ministry's food and is renowned in the city for its beautiful glass architecture. mountain grows weed. chain ghoul is the main water ghoul and built a wall of hydroponics.

☆newly summoned rain ghoul would curl up and sleep in some of the hydroponic troughs. it actually made the pot grow faster, so he got the nickname "bongwater" bc of it

☆dewdrop wouldnt step foot in the poison garden for two months after his transition because he was afraid he would accidentally burn or destroy it

☆copia met his first soul rat in primo's gothic garden when he was young

[wedgiestoriescollective]

The Senior: Years Later

Hello all! Before I start the next story in my “The Senior” series, I wanted to share that since I began writing, uploading, and reuploading these stories on here some things have changed. While I have been sharing my experiences with wedgies on here, these stories thus far have been about my experiences with them as a child and teenager. This didn’t initially bother me because I was sharing and, in a way, reliving these memories through my writing. But it bothers me now. 

Had my experiences with Chase concluded while we were both underage, I would have just stopped writing these stories all together. Yet this is not the case. So, this next part (and the final part following that) will take place four years after the previous story. When we were both consenting adults. I hope you enjoy,

                 

I was sitting at home alone. Well, I was sitting alone in the house where I grew up. I was visiting my parents during a short summer break from the musical theater conservatory I was attending. I hadn’t been home in over ten months. The conservatory went by a unique school schedule, so the week I was home didn’t coincide well with my parent’s work. As both are teachers, they still had school. It was nice being away from my classes, rehearsals, and at my part-time work in Times Square retail. So, things were busy. I was on the couch, a bag of pretzels in my lap as I watched some current popular TV show. My phone vibrated.

“Hey”, the text read.

I immediately recognized the phone number. I had deleted his contact multiple times. I even blocked the number once. Yet, those numbers were as familiar as his name.

“Hey”, I text back.

I pause the TV, redirecting my attention to my phone. I pushed the bag of pretzels aside. The text bubbles (a new IOS feature at the time) visualized three dots, Chase writing a response.

“I saw you were in town. How have you been? Chase texted.

At this time, it had been years since we had communicated with each other. And even longer since we’d last seen each other. Last time I had seen him, I was a Junior, and he was in town on Spring Break from his college in Colorado. We’d met up at my place and almost gotten caught by my parents. We quickly averted detection by sneaking out through the garage, but the stress of the moment gave me pause. Had me so scared of being discovered as anything other than “appropriate” or “normal” that I had (again) cut Chase out of my life.

“I am in town, I’ve been pretty good” I type on my phone, before deleting it.  

“Yeah, it’s been chill”.

I send the text and quickly place my phone face down as far away on the couch from me as I can reach. The phone immediately vibrates, but I force myself to remain still. The similar pattern presenting itself. He texts, I reply, he texts, I reply. Then minutes go by with nothing. Those minutes used to torture me, even when sometimes those minutes turned to hours, or the rest of the night. I promised myself I wouldn’t obsess over this again. That I was better than this. I remained still for just over five minutes before gently reaching over to my phone.

“Give any wedgies in the big apple yet?” Chase texted.

He skipped passed the unnecessary formalities. I hadn’t wedgied any guys in NYC at that point. There wasn’t any time, and I had my own revelations I was working through. Within a month of living in NYC, I had come to understand and accept that I was so far in the closet that I found Christmas presents. I had started trying things on in my new “out” life. Mostly through chats on dating apps or…. well, that’s all I did. I was out to my classmates at school, but back home I slipped back into the guy I was before I moved to NYC. Chase had been out for years by this point.

“I haven’t, too busy! Lol =(“ I reply.

“I have been thinking about the one’s you’d give me.” Chase texts.

“Really?” I reply.

“Yeah, it was hot”. Chase replies.

I politely ignored the fact that I was sporting blushed cheeks. Also, my hard on. I was ignoring that too. My phone vibrated.

“Wanna come over? I can pick you up.”

I looked at the phone in disbelief. After all that we’d been through. The shame that I felt and sometimes still have. The times that we’d avoid each other at all costs. Here he was again, offering to pick me up. To spend time with him. To wedgie him. It’s as if the closeted, hidden high school version of myself peeled away. I stood up and hopped in the shower, but not before typing and sending my response.

“Sure, you know where I live.”

When I opened Chase’s front car door, he looks at me and it was simultaneously as if time hadn’t past while there were also apparent timely differences. Both of us now sported stubble, mine being closer to a beard. Yet, he still had that stupid plush dice dangling from his windshield. We chatted. I don’t remember about what. It was small talk, but I do remember there was a moment when he said something along the lines of “maybe you can’t do that, but you can give a good wedgie”. I remember how my hard on never subsided while sitting in his car. It’s funny what remains of your memories over time.

Chase pulls into the garage of his house. I had never been here before. He gets out of the car and nonchalantly enters his home, knowing I’d follow. There was a black lab that excitedly greeted me. I followed Chase into his room, and he closed the door behind him.

Chase’s room was the standard expected room of a teenager. Sports posters on the wall. His bass on a stand in the corner. A pile of clothes scattered on the floor. Chase noticed me looking at the pile.

“Find any underwear in there?” Chase asked.

“A couple” I reply.

Chase walks up to the front of his bed, taking off his grey zip-up and then tossing it on the ground. He stares at me a for a second as I stare back at him. He’s wearing a slim fitted light grey t-shirt and jeans. Chase then turns around, his back now facing me. I remember feeling awkward standing in that silence. Like I didn’t know how to fill it. We used to have so much to talk about. There were still things that should be said. Yet, I remained silent, lost in where to start.

“Do it” Chase said quietly. Almost as if through an exhale of breath.

His words snapped me out of my haze as if we were in high school flirting in our distant way. Our words and jokes that were just between us. Because no one, not even each other could ever know our true desire for the other. Except, we weren’t in high school anymore, and both of us since then had come out to our close friends, but more importantly to ourselves. That layer of shame was no longer relevant nor present. Nothing was stopping me.

“Do what?” I teasingly ask, taking a couple steps closer to him.

“Give me a wedgie. Please” and then he said my name. I don’t know why, but I found that hot. I was now directly behind him. It was again as if time hadn’t passed. Like I’d done plenty of times before, I lifted his shirt and fingered my way through the waistband of his jeans which also donned a brown leather belt. Once my fingers obstructively found the underwear, I made the waistband of them visible with a gentle tug. The underwear’s black waistband donned the word Hanes stitched multiple times in skinny white letters. The fabric underneath the waistband was dark grey.

I looked forward and clocked my own eyes in the reflection of the full body mirror to the right of Chase’s nightstand. I then locked eyes with Chase who was also staring at me through the mirror. It was like old times. I sharply tugged on the Hanes waistband and Chase arched his head and groaned as simultaneously the leg holes of the underwear came in full display above his jean’s waistband. That was new.

“I was curious” Chase said smirking slightly at me as I had him up on toes as held his underwear up in my grasp. Then I lift upward on my toes almost lifting Chase off the ground by his light grey briefs. My cock is at full attention now, obviously visible through the front of my black joggers. As I continue tugging at Chase’s underwear, on the occasion tug the bulge would briefly drag or rest on Chase’s ass. He knew where I was at.

I continue tugging, alternating between slow gradual pulls and quick pulsating tugs. On each pull, Chase varied his sound responses. Some were groans, quick exhales, and my personal favorite the occasional “ooh” or “ahh”. I got the grey briefs all the way up to his neck at the highest but I would then mess around with this wedgie by snapping the briefs against his back multiple times. I would also tug while pushing him forward only then to pull him back towards me, inching the underwear further in his butt. I at this point have never wedgied Chase in briefs. This made it exciting and new in a way I couldn’t begin to explain at the time, but thinking back on it I was likely excited by the arousal of it all.

The grey briefs were bunched, leg holes and all were above his jeans. I reach my hands in front of Chase, gently moving my hands towards his belt buckle. I slowly start navigating the belt buckle loose and I unbutton his jeans. I then abruptly pants Chase, leaving his wedgied ass full on display. Chase turns his head back towards me, smirking.

“Having fun?” He asks as he slowly pulls his briefs out of his ass and back into place.

I then lifted Chase toward me by his hips, so that his neck was right up against my face. I kiss his neck. Chase moans. I kiss his neck again, but this time as Chase moans I kiss him on the lips. Our first kiss. This right here was all I had ever wanted. His lips on mine.  He didn’t pull away. He turned around wrapping his arms around my shoulder as we continued kissing. His tongue quickly made its way into my mouth, and mine in his. I don’t remember gripping his waistband as we continued kissing, but when I opened my eyes for the first time as Chase was kissing my neck, I saw myself through Chase’s mirror, with his grey briefs lodged up his ass so hard that besides the fabric in my grasp there was no indication Chase was even wearing underwear. It was lodged that far up his perfect round ass. I tugged again sharply with my right hand while my left hand pulled Chase’s head back by his hair.

For a moment, we both simply stared at each other. No longer seeing the scared kids we were years before, but instead seeing ourselves as the men that we are. Men that are kind, yet long for another man’s attention, lust, maybe even love. Yet, in that moment we just remained present. In our own kinky way.

The kissing and the wedgies continued. I even let him briefly tug my blue Jockey boxer briefs softly up my butt, but he remained eager for his flossing. The only thing keeping me from ripping his briefs clean off him was the continued kissing, it was proving to be a weakness of mine. Over the next couple of minutes, Chase kissed his way down my body. From my lips to my neck, to my nipples, and further down my stomach. Chase was on his knees now, alternating between looking at my throbbing bulge and up at me. He looked so beautiful looking up at me, as if I could solve all his life’s problems. Chase slowly then lowered my black joggers off me while still looking at me. Pre cum was already staining the front of my blue boxer briefs as Chase lowered those too. This wasn’t his first time seeing my cock. Back in our high school days we dared each other to hold the others cock in the car for a minute. But this was certainly different. Especially because this time Chase was licking the pre cum off the tip of my cock before putting the rest of it in his mouth.

I audibly moaned as my cock was blown for the first time, overwhelmed by the sensation of it. The newness of it. The excitement of it. All of it felt like a lock was finally clicking open. My whole body recoiled when Chase took a moment to merely tickle my cock with small kisses. He’d told me he was hooking up quite a lot in college in the text exchanges we shared when we chatted briefly after he came out. Back when I was still so scared to accept that part of myself. Before I ghosted him.

“I always thought that you had a hot cock” Chase said looking at me.

I looked down at him, feeling aristocratic as I noticed his grey briefs still lodged up his ass. Chase went back at my cock again; except this time, I cupped the back of his head with my left hand, gently pushing his head inward so my entire cock could face fuck its way down his throat. My other hand between thrusts reached down Chase’s back to grip the grey briefs. As I alternated between thrusting my body forward and pulling on the underwear, I felt closer to myself. As if I was about to descend on the first drop on a roller coaster. I felt drops of sweat trickle off my chin. I looked down then, only seeing Chase’s brown hair and his briefs gripped in my hand halfway up his back, lodged up his ass.

It was then when I remembered the time he yelled at me after we got caught by a police officer. We were rubbing each other’s cocks in an empty parking lot with sunshades over the window of Chase’s car. How scared we both were. How we reacted differently. And then, how when I was a Junior in high school when I saw he had posted a picture on Instagram with a guy. A boyfriend. How betrayed I felt. How exposed that post made me feel. But also, how lonely it made him feel as well.

I gently let go of Chase’s briefs and removed myself from his mouth, pretending like I heard my phone vibrate. I made up something about my mom wondering where I was and that she needed me home. Chase understood, we dressed, and he drove me home. When we got back to my house, there were no other cars in the driveway.

“She wanted me to be ready to go by 4”. I said, trying to talk my way out of the lie.

Chase seemed like he understood, but I must give him more credit. It’s possible that Chase knew I was lying. Still, before I could get out of the car he stopped me. Gently his hand clasped into mine. Again, something new. He leaned in and he kissed me gently. For a moment, I succumbed to it. The desire and lust I still very much had from the past hour’s activities. Tongues touched. He still grasped my hand. And then as if I teleported, I was locking my front door, and he was driving away.

I ran to the bathroom, stripped off my clothes, and stepped in the shower where I preceded to go into my usual, comfortable, one-man routine of pleasing myself. I came within minutes recounting it all. Moaning at full volume as I came. My cum, shooting towards the top of the screen door in the shower, before then slowly trickling downward. As the hot water continued running down my hair and body, I felt both euphoric and lonely. Hoping that the phone would vibrate with a text from Chase saying he came or that he wanted to meet up again. Yet, I sat alone under the running water knowing that it wouldn’t.

[rez-urrection]

are you a system ?

are you a survivor of RAMCOA, ITBC, TBMC, OEA, or anything else of the likes (whether it created your system or not) ?

consider joining the conservatory !

the conservatory is a 16+ discord community for systems who have survived complex intentional trauma, which for the sake of my thumbs typing this, ill be using "CIT" for (as far as I know, this isn't an "official" term, but it covers all bases without leaving anyone, out in my books).

other spaces for CIT survivors can be uncomfortable, unsafe, and focus too much on the trauma that created these systems or alters, while regular system spaces can be downright hostile towards survivors of CIT.

this inspired me, a childhood cult and sex trafficking survivor, to create my own space. a space for survivors like myself to be comfortable, safe, and not have to be censored for concern of being "too much."

disclaimer under cut !

this does not apply to "pro-para" stances. this server is strictly anti-para, so it is not a safe space for pro/com/dark shipping. this server is not an NSFW server, nor is it a shipping server. it's simply a social server. not that I should have to explain, but as a victim of the types of abuse fetishized and romanticized in these types of communities, its extremely triggering and I'm not going to set asside my triggers and safety to accommodate people I don't even agree with nor want to associate with in a space I created specifically because I wanted a space that did not include proshippers, because I couldn't find one. if you want to join a server that allows pro-para stances and proshippers, looking up "RAMCOA discord" on Tumblr will show them to you ! I know this, because I've had to leave 3 of them for allowing proshippers because it personally makes me uncomfortable. there are other spaces to accomodate you, please utilize those spaces, and stop forcing your beliefs onto me. no is no, respect that. my triggers will not change, just like how my triggers will not change your coping mechanisms.

respect my decisions, just as I respect yours. I dont want to share my safe space with triggering content, and you dont want to share your safe space with people who dont agree with your coping mechanisms ! so let's all be adults and move on ! why are you harassing me in my comments ?

[thoughtportal]

Senator Carla Antonelli of Spain

Carla Delgado Gómez (born 13 July 1959), better known by her stage name Carla Antonelli, is a Spanish actress, politician, and LGBT activist. After graduating from a conservatory in Santa Cruz de Tenerife and embarking on an acting career, she subsequently transitioned to politics, serving as a member of the Assembly of Madrid between 2011 and 2021. Originally a member of the Spanish Socialist Workers' Party (PSOE) until 2022, she has served as a national Senator as an independent associated with Más Madrid. A noted activist for the transgender community, Antonelli is the first openly trans person to be elected to the Cortes Generales, as well as the first openly trans person serve in a regional legislature in Spain.[1]

[niamh-sims]

After months and months of not opening TS2, I actually went in-game and build this community lot in Myrthspire. Situated opposite the Imperial Palace, these semi-formal gardens serve as a place to wander, reflect, and maybe gather a basket of berries or grab a fig or pomegranate.

I've tried building this lot before, but I have been suffering with Sim-block quite severely. I am still working on optimising my downloads folder, but trying to rebuild Tamryth as I go.

The conservatory houses a lemon tree, pomegranate tree & fig tree. I may also pop a few tea sets in there as well.

Now that I have some Sim mojo back, hopefully some more lots in Myrthspire will be done soon. I'm really struggling with the Palace lot!

[seat-safety-switch]

"Man, I've had enough of all the goddamn castles back home," complains my cousin Pressione Dell'Olio Switch, fresh off the plane from his place in Florence. At least partially as a favour to my mom, he is visiting the New Country for two weeks.

Ol' Pressy, as nobody calls him, is a famous architect in Italy. They ask him all the time to refinish churches, or build community centres, or clean up a public stables as part of his court-ordered service. He hates all of that shit. I asked him once why he got into the business, if he doesn't like working on those types of buildings.

"I want to work on rooftop race tracks only," he spat, before doing a double downshift and sending my piece of shit Volare into a frankly remarkable high-speed corner entry, during which it crossed the centre line twice and began to glow with an otherworldly fire of pure driving intensity.

This is an understandable career goal. Yet, rooftop racetracks are famously a Turin thing, like on the Fiat factory, where they only occasionally eject a tiny Italian shitbox into the streets below. Why did you think you could pull that shit off in Florence, the home town of Galileo, the guy who specifically proved that the entire universe is basically just a really shitty circle track course in the hick end of the galaxy?

He didn't answer. Sure, Pressione was focused on outrunning the cops at the time, but I know the foibles of my family. No doubt he figured out that he could have simply passed it off as a "lost da Vinci drawing" and then gotten a gob of money from cocaine-addled tourists from Florida to replace the top floor of the Duomo di Firenze with a bandit-racing course. Such a plan is folly, of course: anyone with any sense knows that the best place to put a race track is straight through the middle of the nearest conservatory. Who needs to hear flutes playing when they could listen to R-compound sidewalls screaming for dear life?

[strazcenter]

With Suzuki Method, Parents and Children Share Music, Learning Experience

Shinichi Suzuki noticed something so obvious he’d never noticed it before: All Japanese children spoke Japanese. This revelation led to a revolution in music education. At the Patel Conservatory, Suzuki violin has been the entry point to learning music for a great number of students, many of whom continue their progress in Patel programs. It’s been part of Patel’s curriculum since the…

[starrycassi]

I think a lot of young queers folks (like me. Not trying to be all elderly about this I'm literally a gen z) today need to watch the good oldies about our community.

⚠️: I don't mean, in any way shape or form to insult the newer queer shows/movies. I love SPOP. I love TOH. I read and loved Heart stopper. However, because of the restraint of mainstream media, they have a very... palatable?? way to portray the community. I am NOT blaming the creators (who I'm sure would love to go a bit further down on their portrayals if given the option)

SO! I have nice recommendations that I, personally, enjoy a lot. They're in no particular order.

A classic, for starters. But I'm a cheerleader!: Very campy, barbie-y, funny and free on YouTube. A cheerleader is sent to a conversation camp when her social circle realizes that she might be into girls. (It has a very unrealistic portrayal of conversation camps, though. Very cartoony) my comfort movie fr fr

Priscilla, queen of the desert: A trio of drag queens travel across the desert on a big, old bus. They fight, there's some falling in love. They talk a lot about gender identity, queer childhoods and similar topics. I've only been able to find this one (and most of the ones on this list, since I don't have any streaming devices) on illegal websites. There's very, very direct homophobia, SA, physical abuse, child neglect, yk, the American dream. The queens are the funnier thing ever, the romance plotlines are absolutely delightful and well-rounded. Focuses a bit more on the community itself and interpersonal relationships. All around, a solid 10/10.

Kinky boots: A very prude, engaged man inherits a shoe fabric. He's running out of ideas to stay in business, until he meets a drag queen. Same warnings (and themes!) as the last one. This one has a stronger focus on how the characters become more accepting and how our queen navigates being faced with them. I've rewatched it like a hundred times.

The birdcage (2000's) or le cauge aux folles (1970'): A gay couple runs a drag club. Their son brings home a conservative girlfriend and her family. This is more comedy lenient, but funny as fuck nonetheless.

Paris is burning: this one is a documentary, btw. Focuses on the life of drag queens in the 80's. Nothing I didn't already say on Priscilla tbh.

Saving face: A chinese-american girl that lives in a VERY conservatory and secluded community is trying (and failing) not to fall in love with a ballerina. At the same time, her mother (a widow, how scandalous!) gets mysteriously pregnant and gets kicked out of their family home. This one will hit close to home if you're from any ethnic, homophobic household. Cried a lot. Then cried some more. Happy ending, though!

D.E.B.S: THIS IS THE FUNNIEST, CUTEST MOVIE EVER. It's a full on romance comedy for when the mind is a bit too tired! The main plot is that, in a school of girls being trained to be top-notch spies (very totally spies type) a girl who's the top of her class falls in love with the biggest villainess they ever faced. More of a coming of age thing, that also explores the good old dilemma of choosing what the hell you're supposed to do with your life once you turn 18 (relatable tbh)

And now, for a book (in Spanish, though) we have "Las Malas": Narrated by a trans, poor prostitute. Extremely realistic in its narrative voice, cruel and very hurtful sometimes. This is actually one of my favorite books ever, it's so fucking underrated that I'm going to die if no one reads it. There's EVERYTHING. It genuinely drives me crazy to read this. We have queer moms, a child found in a freezing park, suicides, literally anything happens. I love it.

If anyone has any suggestions PLEASE drop them. I'm begging u