#escapist paradise

[shisasan]

Fukushūen Garden [福州園]

Naha [那覇市], Okinawa [沖縄]

Japan

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[abyssalmermaiden]

"A nightingale in a golden cage That’s me locked inside reality’s maze"

[guideaus]

im reading Aria, and i feel like i kinda have an issue with the sci-fi theme, but i cant really decide

[g4zdtechtv]

Zero Punctuation - Best, Worst & Blandest of 2022

(When Elden Ring Come Out.)

[hecvenwept]

before i continue with the replies & starters... 

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[janesgms]

< How you act when you're in love >

5H/7H house ruler in scorpio/8H house/8°/20° degrees: can, at its worst, make someone very obsessive, possessive, explosive, jealous and even an stalker when they're in love with someone ☠️ help. at its best, can make someone very passionate, intense, powerful, protective and sensual when in love, the type to go to the moon and back just for their lover. it's giving very ride or die vibes. The same definition can apply to venus aspecting pluto. Songs:

Him and I - G-eazy & Halsey

Woo - Rihanna

The whole Reputation album - Taylor Swift

The Weeknd songs

Paparazzi - Lady Gaga

Collide - Justine Skye

Middle of The Night - Elley Duhé

Babydoll - Ari Abdul

Animals - Maroon 5

Crazy in Love - Beyoncé

The whole Ultraviolence album - Lana Del Rey

Unforgettable - French Montana

Heaven - Julia Michaels

The whole Badlands album - Halsey

Killbill - SZA

L.E.S - Donald Glover

5H/7H house ruler in cancer/4H house/4°/16°/28° degrees:: can, at its worst, make someone extremely manipulative, moody, vengeful and irrational when in love with someone. at its best, can make someone very caring, loving, protective, nostalgic and nurturing when in love, they really like to spoil their partner emotionally. The same definition can apply to venus aspecting moon. Songs:

The Heart Wants What It Wants - Selena Gomez

Highschool Sweethearts - Melanie Martinez

Reminder - The Weeknd

Paparazzi - Lady Gaga

Part Of Me - Katy Perry

Te Amo - Rihanna

Alejandro - Lady Gaga

Sweather Weather - Arctic Monkeys

I wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

Cinnamon Girl - Lana Del Rey

deja vu - Olivia Rodrigo

Outside - Calvin Harris

Earned It - The Weeknd

The whole Born To Die album - Lana Del Rey (including the paradise songs 😘)

Ocean Eyes - Billie Eilish

5H/7H house ruler in pisces/12H house/12°/24° degrees: can, at its worst, make someone delusional, blind, influencial, escapist, and moody when in love. at its best, can make someone sensitive, empathetic, dreamy, empathetic, creative, profound, feeling unexplainable feelings, and VERY romantic when in love, they're probably the types to write poetry and imagine a fairytale with their loved one. The same definition can apply to venus aspecting neptune. Songs:

Love you like a love song - Selena Gomez

Love Story - Taylor Swift

Bad Romance - Lady Gaga (a song deditaced for their terrible taste in men, specially, but in women too 💞)

Training Wheels - Melanie Martinez

I'm yours - Isabel LaRosa

Renegade - Aaryah Shaah

The bridge of What a Life - Jhene Aiko

Why'd You Only Call Me Whem You're High - Arctic Monkeys

#icanteven - The NBHD

Happiness Is A Butterfly - Lana Del Rey

I Love You - 2ne1

Loonatic - LOONA

America - XYLØ

High Enough - K.Flay

The whole soundtrack of Euphoria - Labyrnth

Psyechedelic Addict - Anuka

As someone with these 3 placements (scorpio/pisces/4th/8th houses), I really liked doing this post since it's something very personal to me! 💕 Also, one thing I notice is that all these placements usually listen to a lot of music, more than the usual, when in love.

Mini tutorial in case you don't know how to see your rulers. Look at the signs in your 5th and 7th houses, then look at where the planets who rule these signs are in your natal. For ex: I have a 5th house in sagittarius, so I need to look at my jupiter, sagittarius ruler, who is in scorpio in the 4th house. For this, I indicate for you to look at the modern rulership, but in case you don't identify with the characteristics, look at the traditional ruler.

[lostkhagan]

the escapists

A nightingale in a golden cage

That's me locked inside reality's maze

Come someone make my heavy heart light

Come undone bring me back to life

This is who I am

Escapist, paradise seeker

Farewell now time to fly

Out of sight, out of time, away from all lies

[shdwsurce]

SENTENCE STARTERS: LYRICS THAT HIT ME IN THE FEELS [PT. 1] change words as needed ! ctrl + shift + v to paste into the inbox on desktop.

❝ if you choose not to decide you still have made a choice. ❞

❝ we can’t afford to be innocent. ❞

❝ just ‘cause it’s part of a plan doesn’t make it right. ❞

❝ even at the best times I’m out of my mind. ❞

❝ I’m that kind of trouble you know you want to get into. ❞

❝ and when they tell you to give them a smile why don’t you show them how sharp your teeth are ? ❞

❝ my addictive personality finally got the best of me. ❞

❝ I’m just talking but they tell me I’ve been screaming. ❞

❝ this here isn’t singing, it’s just screaming in tune. ❞

❝ I can taste you in my rage. ❞

❝ when you think your wounds are greater a victim can be perpetrator. ❞

❝ I hate this, but push came to shove. ❞

❝ forgive us these smiles on our faces ❞

❝ just picked out an early grave to bury shit; not me, just the weight I’ve been carrying. ❞

❝ maybe in another life we could have done this right, but I guess we’ll never know for sure. ❞

❝ think of all the horrors that I promised you I’d bring. ❞

❝ the only thing I know is it’s easy to miss when you never aim. ❞

❝ i want to know what it’s like to feel wanted for more than something that’s less than dishonest. ❞

❝ there’s a bright side to every wrong thing if you’re looking at me through the right eyes. ❞

❝ even a well lit place can hide salvation. ❞

❝ funny how a fall could feel just like flying when I'm waiting for it to hit me ❞

❝ if we've got no honor then we've got no shame ❞

❝ somehow you slayed your hope, but didn't let yourself know it had died ❞

❝ what would you do if I took this dagger in me and removed it ? ❞

❝ take it out on someone who won't hit you back ❞

❝ say goodbye to your mr. nice guy; you got your wish, he's rotting in hell ❞

❝ maybe I'm a good guy standing on the wrong side; maybe I'm a sweetheart trying to make my own scars ❞

❝ I do this all the time, blending in between the lines of my fiction ❞

❝ I'm feeling pretty empty, this attitude is expensive ❞

❝ paradise waits only for the lonely, the escapist, and the brave ❞

❝ drag me to death, like a lit cigarette ❞

❝ so if I'm honest, I think I'm beginning to question how much I want this ❞

❝ if you know the hunter is coming then you hide or keep on running, because they have slain the gods before. ❞

❝ by the time you figure out the rules I broke I've already won the game ❞

❝ have I done wrong ? am I guilty ? ❞

❝ now would you pray before you twist the knife ? ❞

❝ I'd like to pause, no matter what I pretend, like a pilgrim who learns to transcend; learns to live as if each step was the end. ❞

❝ I was given a name before I was given blood, like you were given your faith before there was made a god. ❞

❝ you say 'please don't ever change' but you don't like me the way I am ❞

❝ the more we think we know about, the greater the unknown ❞

repost of an old meme I created. also here is a playlist based on these prompts ♡

[vindieselsfacebook-blog]

I've been very into Alvvays lately and wanted to share this gem aka THEE Lorelai Gilmore teen anthem!

Can't explain my ankle sprain I didn't really feel it New dress could turn your head But how long til we reel it in? Paradise and I find myself paralyzed Knowing all too well

The song describes a young woman making impulsive decisions with a man they've gotten carried away with. It paints a picture of a very Lorelai and Christopher kind of relationship where the girl enjoys the freedom, impulse, attention and sense of a private, escapist world with this person before reality comes crashing down around them. It's a relationship with a set timer, ticking along until its inevitable conclusion.

I love the line about not even feeling your ankle sprain - running around having fun, being silly, and causing little consequences for yourself, but they're ignorable or very low-stakes. At least at first. Feels so apt for teen Lorelai, who was rebelling from her controlling upbringing and beginning to mess around with alcohol and sex. Youthful cries for attention and unconditional love.

Blue Rev behind the rink, I didn't really need it Circumspect when you call collect To see if I would keep it Paradise and I find myself paralyzed Knowing all too well, terrified But I'll find my way

"Blue Rev" is a low brow vodka-based cola drink - think Zima. Reckless teens underage drinking behind a skating rink, confronting the reality of a pregnancy and the girl's decision to take control of the situation. The boy's reaction described as "circumspect" or wary, unwilling to take the risk while the girl takes it as an opportunity to find her own way, even though she's scared - sooo Christopher and Lorelai. He enjoys fucking around but ultimately prefers the gilded cage to the unknown on the other side.

Moving to the country Gonna have that baby Wait tables in town I know word gets around Moving to the country Gonna have this baby See how it goes See how it grows And I find myself paralyzed Knowing all too well, terrified But I'll find my way

One of my favorite themes in Gilmore Girls is how Lorelai took this classic ball-and-chain, life-ending symbol of an accidental teen pregnancy and saw it as a chance to strike out on her own, burn her life to the ground, and completely rebuild from scratch. Fans sometimes wonder why no one on this show ever seemed to seriously consider abortion (stubbornly ignoring that this was early 2000s WB and simply not an option unless it was for a total villain), especially for Lorelai who seemed so liberal, but she loved having this excuse to finally cut her own cord. It was an opportunity for her rather than a metaphorical death sentence.

"Moving to the country" with a blue-collar service job where you work with your hands... word getting around a gossipy small town... come on! Too good.

I'll egress to Inverness with nothing in my pocket Belinda says that heaven is a place on earth Well so is hell And we'll all get help, paradise And we'll start another life

The cherry on top is of course the titular reference to Belinda Carlisle - lead singer of the Go-Go's, one of Lorelai's idols, and the person who signed that vinyl Rory got for her graduation gift and left on the bus in S2. She of course has a famous a solo song called "Heaven Is A Place On Earth".

Also a cute reference to Jess's personal Stars Hollow anthem "This Is Hell" by Elvis Costello. You know how much I love a Lorelai/Jess parallel. ;) What was escapist heaven to her was banished hell to him.

It's doesn't hurt that Alvvay's dreamy, sentimental indie-pop sound feels right at home on any GG-inspired playlist. I like to think they'd make the cut on a Lane Kim mix CD.

[praeluxius]

Waves - Jeon Somi

18+ Jeon Somi x Male Reader smut

A gift for @writerpeach

Masterlist

Word Count: 4,846

The end of the beach is in sight once again, where the golden sand meets the many brown and green shades of the rocky outcrop. Before the beach meets its watery end, your bags and workout mats lie in wait, exactly where you left them. It’s the most secluded part of the beach, surrounded on three sides by water and cliffs. Not that it mattered because it was empty this early in the morning. Out beyond your little self-claimed paradise are several distant islands, ones you’re not even sure they’re inhabited. Step by step, you get closer.

“Not far now. Final straight. Keep your pace, Somi!” You match her stride for stride along the coast. Your sneakers pound into the wet sand as the waves crash onto the beach below you with a natural rhythm. Each step is made a little bit more difficult by the moist sand clinging to your foot and pulling you in. As much as you do hers, Somi splashes your calves in ocean water each time she steps onto the surf.

There’s a feeling of freedom achieved by running on the beach compared to anywhere else, particularly compared to the treadmill in the city gym where you would typically meet Somi. With the morning sun creeping over the watery horizon in the distance, the air was cool but warming rapidly. God’s fiery wheel in the sky lacquers the ocean in a stunning orange hue. The salty sea breeze fills your lungs with each deep breath drawing much-needed oxygen into your body. Leaving the city limits never felt so good.

The escapist inside you cherishes the time spent away from the confinement of conventional life and habitual existence. Everyone needs an escape every now and then. Maybe that’s the reason you agreed to spend a week on vacation with one of your clients. Although to call Somi just one of your clients is an understatement.

A little more confusing is why someone such as Somi, when she finally gets a week of vacation, would not just leave her rigorous schedule behind altogether. Say ‘screw you’ to the early mornings, the diet plans and the workouts. So inviting you, her personal trainer, was quite the shock. However, to call you just her personal trainer is an understatement.

There was a straightforward reason the two of you decided that a week apart would be far too long: the mind-blowing sex.

Absent in your thoughts, you had fallen a few paces behind Somi as the make-shift finish line approached rapidly. Suddenly, the air had become much hotter. With each step, Somi’s tight body flexes and contorts, her hips swinging from side to side. The skin-tight black athletic shorts hug her curves, leaving nothing to the imagination, both cheeks of her ass caressed by the soft fabric. The small of her back is exposed to your eyes by her cropped tank top. A thin film of sweat covers the exposed section of her back. The light white jacket does its best to cling to her shoulders under the effects of her movement and the light breeze in the air, making the garment flutter behind her. Somi finally hits your make-shift finish line, your bags, with a final stomp to stop herself. 

“You’re slowing down, old man,” she remarks and then snickers to herself. 

“Old man? We’re basically the same age. I just had to let you win for once. It’s tiring always beating you.” Each sentence is broken up by your tired, heavy breaths.

“You’re my trainer. There’s no competition.” Somi scowls playfully.

“What was that last night, then? I think you said, ‘I bet you can’t make me finish more than 5 times.’ I think that’s making it competitive.”

“I suppose I did say that….”

“And you lost. It was six times if I recall, or seven?” Your comments draw a sultry smirk from her lips, but she pretends to ignore you.

“Throw me a drink, will you?” Somi requests, avoiding your question, as she collects her sun-kissed golden hair behind her head before tying it into a messy ponytail. 

You observe for a moment before you tear your eyes away from her and look down at her bag. You kneel beside it and fish out a new bottle of Pocari Sweat. Only after removing the bottle from her bag do you notice the other bottle below. You mumble under your breath, too quiet for Somi to hear, “who the fuck brings lube to the beach?”

You twist and reach out behind you to hand the drink to the visibly tired young woman, which she gratefully accepts. 

“That was good, Somi. Consistency is really improving. So, I’ll see you again in the afternoon and after that for our night session?” You ask while knelt down facing away from Somi. You brush the loose sand off your mat and roll it up.

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Hey, is there any fruit left?”

“Ugh, you know there’s only one left. Is this your way of asking for it?” You dig into the paper bag inside your duffel and pull out the last piece of fruit from the collection you bought at the market—a succulent peach. Glancing back at her, Somi is pulling fake puppy dog eyes to tempt you into giving it up. To avoid the inevitable back and forth, you toss it to her. “Here, catch!”

“Nice one. You know peaches are my favourite.” You hear behind you as you turn back to the bag, rearranging items to make space for the mat you just rolled up. From the corner of your eye, you notice the drink bottle you just handed to Somi, standing upright, buried into the sand as if dropped. You trace your eyes along the beach towards the ocean, spotting more discarded items. Her shoes with socks tucked inside. Next, a white jacket with a half-eaten peach on top. A black tank top. Finally, black skin-tight shorts. Everything that Somi was wearing.

Mentally following the breadcrumb trail of clothes leads you towards one of the best views of your life. Knee-deep in seawater and as naked as the day she was born. The wind pulls her messy ponytail to the side. The small waves crash against her bare legs and leave her chiselled thighs covered in droplets that glisten under the sunlight. She raises her hands in the air, fully outstretched above her head, with her fingers spread, embracing the juxtaposing hot sunrise and cool breeze. 

God damn it, Somi, this is a public beach. Admittedly, it is empty, but a public beach nonetheless.

“The hell are you doing?!” you call out.

Somi turns her head to the side to look over her shoulder at you before turning slowly, purposefully, giving you a show as she does. Now side on with you; you have the perfect opportunity to appreciate her proportions. The ass you admired just moments ago, now bare, protrudes from above her delicious thighs. On the opposite side, her perky tits do the same, bouncing slightly as she moves her body. All of this is framed by the rising sun behind her, the perfect model and background. It was your personal show.

“What was that? I can’t hear you!” Somi calls back.

“I said, what the hell are you doing?!” This time at the top of your voice, so she definitely hears it.

“I can’t hear you! You’re going to have to come here and say it!”

Here she goes again, playing games at the most inappropriate times. Like most of her games, they involved a lack of clothes and inhibitions. Sometimes it’s a mystery where she even gets the energy from. Just moments ago, the workout had appeared to have run her into the ground. Yet somehow, two minutes, some mouthfuls of Pocari Sweat and half a peach later, she’s fully refuelled. She pushes the boundaries, teases and baits, taps into boundless energy, and takes risks. You love it.

You take a final look around the beach, which is entirely empty. You look away from the shore to the car park and the only path down to the beach, devoid of life. Content with somehow achieving a modicum of privacy on a public beach, it was time to play her games. You‌ start to walk alongside the trail of discarded clothes until you reach her shirt and pick up the peach resting on top of it, and then take a bite for yourself before dropping it back down. You continue, now creating your own trail of clothes alongside hers. Your shoes, socks, shirt, shorts and then finally your underwear. Each item is removed without ever looking away from the patiently waiting Somi, whose smile seems to widen with each step you take.

Into the seawater, its cold embrace on your ankles soothes them of their strain from an active morning. You continue until your calves are submerged, and you stand right by Somi, but you don’t stop; you continue wading into the sapphire blue water until you’re waist deep.

“Where are you going?” Somi calls out.

“What was that? I can’t hear you!” you mock her earlier words.

“Hilarious, but these aren’t the games I want to play.”

“Oh, I know exactly the games you want to play,” you say while turning back to face her. She has now followed you and stands beside you, waist deep in seawater. You continue, “someone who brings lube to the beach has one thing on her mind.”

“Was that a little too much?”

“Not at all. Actually, I’m thinking about bringing forward the afternoon session.”

“So what, you want to go back to our hotel and put me through my paces?” Somi teases with a wry smile.

“Oh no, no, no, I’m bringing it forward to right now.” Her lip quivers in reaction to your words as if battling between nerves and excitement. Her eyes dart side to side, and then she turns, looking left and right on the beach and up to the clifftops. You already know she will find, just like you did a minute ago, that there’s no one else around. When she turns back to face you, you catch her face in your hand, with her sharp jawline resting in your palm, as it always does. “Is that okay with you?”

Finally, her soft, pink lips give way to the excitement inside her, presenting an eager grin. “Let’s do it.”

“Good. First, we’re going to work on these.” A minor adjustment is all it takes to place your thumb on her bottom lip. You pull down, parsing her lips still moist from the juice of the peach she just ate. Under your control, Somi’s lower jaw slowly opens with your touch until she stands with her mouth open wide. “Perfect. Like the slut that you are, you open for me immediately.”

“Only for you,” she adds before placing her hands on your shoulders. She holds onto you, leaning against you slightly as she buckles her knees and her slender body descends into the glimmering seawater. The dark blue liquid swallows her hips first before taking in all of her thin stomach. The water rolls up her defined abs slowly, caressing the sculpted muscle she worked so hard to form with your training. Somi lets go of your shoulders, and all that is left to submerge are the two perfect handfuls on her chest. Seeing them go as her stiff pink nipple broke the water’s surface was almost sad, but you knew it was for the best.

The natural movement of the water moves the surface level up and down her neck, but significantly, her face is never submerged. That’s all she needs right now. You had done your best to keep yourself contained, but now you allow the blood rapidly flowing down to your cock to force it to break through the water and into the morning air while your balls hang underwater. Somi bravely brings her head close to the emerging sea serpent, ready to tackle its aggressive posturing.

Still wet from the seawater, her first lick of your stiff cock causes her to pull a look of disgust and spit out into the water beside her. “It’s only salt water, Somi. You should be used to the taste.” Her eyes dart up to you before she rolls them back as if to say, ‘come on, is that the best joke you’ve got?’. Maybe she would have said it out loud, but she was hungry, hungry for you.

Her hands swim through the water, finding your thighs and locking her grip on you. As she always did, she used that hold to pull herself towards your cock. This time Somi doesn’t just taste; she devours. She purses her lips and cracks them open just a little, enough for your cock to force its way between and into her oral cavity. The tip of your cock hits her warm tongue, and she gags in response to the salty taste, but it doesn’t stop her. Further forward she goes, sliding your length further down her tongue, not stopping until you’re buried fully between her rosy cheeks. 

With her limit reached, for now, she sucks with all her strength. Toying with you, she doesn’t move or use her tongue to stimulate you. Instead, she sucks hard as if trying to draw your cum out by sheer force. The intensity and desire in her actions made it feel amazing, but you want more, and you rock your hips slightly, searching for friction. She smiles at your action, her lips upturning beside your cock. 

Now she gives you rhythm, matching the natural bobbing of the waves; she always keeps her jaw above the surface. Each time the water sinks, Somi pushes forward, taking your cock in her mouth until it touches her throat. Each wave passes, and she moves up again until only your tip is secured between her plump lips. This continues for a while. It was beautiful, almost peaceful, the way she moves in sync with the ocean, but for a slut like Somi who needs her mouth filling, it isn’t enough.

Luckily for you, she had tied her golden locks in a messy ponytail behind her head. The bottom half of it floats on the surface of the water. You slide your fingers underneath the dry half, rotate your wrist and wrap her ponytail around your hand before clenching it in your fist. In direct response, Somi’s grip tightens on your thighs, bracing herself. Like Poseidon, you wrest control from the waves, although there’s only one prong on the spear you wield. 

When Somi rises with the next wave to the tip of your cock, you push down; you don’t want to wait anymore. Her jaw crashes the water as she sinks again onto your stiff cock. Accepting your direction, her pace has become brisk, with your cock hitting the back of her mouth more regularly. Each time your most sensitive point is constrained by her narrowing orifice, another jolt of pleasure pulses through your body.

You pull up and push down on her ponytail more aggressively, using her at your will to get off. Her lips cling to you with desperation. Each time you push her down, you rock forward, hips first, digging further into her mouth and invading her throat. Somi’s pretty, well-defined features have become a canvas for several clear liquids. Tears roll from the corners of her eyes, seaspray lightly mists her skin, and the moisture enhances her complexion. Her rigorous effort to pleasure you causes sweat to form on her brow. The most viscous of all the liquids is the concoction of saliva and pre-cum that leaks between your cock and her lips. 

Time for the coup de grâce, the final artistic stroke, your load into her slutty mouth. Your anticipation reaches its peak. Desire finally comes bubbling to the surface, and with just a few more pumps into her needy mouth, you can fill it.

Sudden bliss. Her cheeks puff, her mouth full. The only response is a muffled “Mmmm”, unable to force any other sounds past the obstruction in her throat. Somi takes your entire load. Each bit she dutifully swallows is promptly replaced by another squirt of hot cum. 

“So you spit out a tiny bit of salt water, but you swallow all of that? You really are a cumslut,” you tease, causing Somi to break her hold on your cock and splutter the remnants of your cum into the sea. 

“Stop with the jokes and fuck me already.” Somi emerges from the water as she speaks. The water runs off her body, leaving behind her dripping wet skin glistening in the sun. As her arms wrap around you, the cool water is soothing on your upper body, which had been victim to the scorching sun for too long. She holds onto your back with just a little bit of nail into your skin. One by one, she draws her slim legs from the water, and just like her arms, she wraps them around you. “Fuck me like the slut I am.”

As much as you want to hold her right here and nestle yourself into her tight cunt, if you are going to use her as you desire, you need solid ground to lay her on. With your hands gripping her tight ass, you wade out of the water towards the beach.

“I’m thrilled you brought lube because I’m going to….” You slide your hand along her tight ass cheeks and poke a finger against her asshole. “... use all of you.”

Somi buries her face into your neck, kissing it several times before moving her lips next to your ear. “Please do. Use all of me. I need it,” she whispers into your ear.

Finally, you’re back on dry land, your chilled legs willingly accepting the heat again and unwittingly picking up sand from the beach. You drop to your knees by Somi’s still unrolled workout mat and lower her back onto it. Your knees sink into the sand, providing a surprisingly solid grip for what is about to happen. 

“Ugh, the sand is on my back. It’s so rough.” Ironic. Things were only going to get rougher from here on out.

“I know how to make you feel better. Don’t worry.” 

“Are you just going to say it or—” Her words are replaced with a sharp whine as you slide into her cunt. You take a moment to prod and push into her, giving her a little time to adjust, not that it ever took long. She was seemingly always ready to take you into her. It takes little effort to bury your whole length inside her. Somi performs her signature giggle followed by three sharp breaths, which happens every time you penetrate her. 

You lean back and admire the petite girl below you, her arms spread out above her head, her body flat against the floor like a starfish you had just scooped from the sea. Her eyes are open, but the pupils quickly roll back as you start to rock back and forth inside her. As you shorten the time between each thrust, Somi reacts again, letting out a series of whimpers followed by some of her favourite words, “Yes, yes, go on. Fuck me. Use me like a whore.” 

Use her; you will. The first step is to take control of more of her body. You take a hand to each of her legs, remove them from your waist, and then bring them up to your shoulders. Closing her thighs together, as close as you could with her natural thigh gap, causes the walls of her cunt to close on the sides of your cock. With a calf on each of your shoulders, you run your hands down her fit legs until you reach her thighs. You grip with a little force causing Somi to yelp.

“That’s it, now fuck me harder,” she begs. Now holding her for leverage, you move your hips more aggressively, with your crotch striking against her ass with each thrust. Each and every time you slam into her with purpose, her body jolts, causing her head to stretch back, tits to bounce and abs to tense. 

“Tell me what you are,” you command.

“I’m a little slut.” Her words incentivise you to go faster, causing her thighs to jiggle under your grip. Her whimpering moans become full vocal tones. “I’m a dirty cumslut who loves to be used!” 

You take a deep breath and use every fibre of energy in your body to pulse your hips as fast as possible. Somi’s moans put her vocal cords to work, producing high-pitched screams. Her hands uncontrollably slam down into the sand by her side, sending waves of grains flying away from you like the waves of pleasure overcoming her body. Her head buries into the floor as her back arches, and she cums on your cock.

With your work finished, for now, you regulate your movements, giving her a very short amount of time to ride out her high while you stretch over to her bag and retrieve the bottle you spied earlier. You pull out and quickly slather your cock in copious amounts of lube before Somi has even had the chance to open her eyes again and realise what is coming next.

You take each of her calves in your hands and hold them up in front of you, spread to either side. Her ass is lifted up from the mat. You adjust your hips, lining up your throbbing cock head with her exposed ass hole and pushing your knees under her lower back for her to rest on. You lower her down onto your body. 

“Now you’re my anal slut too; let’s not forget that.” Instinctively, Somi reaches out for her own ass, spreading it with one hand and guiding in your length with the other. 

Somi has done this often enough to be used to taking you into her ass, so she relaxes and allows you to slide in as you always do. Her moans begin again, but this time more guttural and deeper in tone. A tinge of discomfort can be heard, but she soon adjusts.

“Fuck, I’m so full!” Somi calls out at the top of her voice onto the empty beach. When stimulated like this, she probably wouldn’t care if the beach was packed.

As always, her ass is tighter around your cock than her cunt. Some would call it taboo, but you would call it amazing. It takes a little more effort to bury yourself deep into her, but it’s much more worth it. Her ass constricts around the head of your cock with a strangling tightness.

“Go as hard as you want. Use my ass. Go on,” Somi pleads. Her hands find their way to the back of her knees and pull them down towards her chest, opening herself up fully for you to use. 

Now free to hold her how you like for leverage, you bury yourself into her ass rapidly, bucking your hips against it. Each thrust becomes more effortless than the last until you’re fucking her ass just like you fucked her pussy. Between her primal moans, Somi manages to release just enough words to beg you for more. “My clit! Rub it! Make me cum again!” 

You bury two fingers into her tight folds, unearthing her swollen clit and capturing it between them. Side to side, you rub instantly at a rapid pace, causing Somi to release a long scream in response to increased stimulation. 

“That’s it! Yes!”

“Cum for me again, you slut. Now!” 

You give it everything again, bucking up into her ass and vigorously rubbing her clit. As if on command, she cums again. She pants between her screams as cum leaks between her legs, running down onto your hard cock buried inside her ass. A red afterglow of smouldering pleasure touches everything from her chest upwards. Somi releases her hands from behind her knees, allowing her legs to flop to your sides. Her chest heaves in sync with yours, drawing deep breaths of fresh air to recover from all the out-poured energy.

And yet, you still had a building need, a need to cover this slut in your cum. It was the least she deserved. You take a moment to look down at the used woman below you. The lights were on, but right now, there was no one home. Her mind has transcended and had yet to return to this plane. However, she should know by now that you aren’t done using her tight body until you’ve painted her. You scoop up her body. She reaches out with each of her appendages, searching for something to grab in her disorientated state. Her eyes flutter open finally, and you ask her a simple question she should know the answer to: “Where do you want my cum?”

As always, Somi answers it how you expect, “anywhere. I’m just your cum slut. Use me.” Perfect.

You turn her over, placing her onto her hands and knees. She is too weak to hold all of her own body up and elects to focus on her legs, propping her ass into the air for you. Her arms collapse below her, and her face rests against the mat. Her arms are spread against‌ the ground, her shoulders matching. From head to toe, her body is a mess. Wet with both seawater and sweat and then covered in rough sand. The sand had even stuck into her messy ponytail and on her neck. However, no matter how they were decorated, the curves of her body were as enticing as ever and yours to enjoy. The groove of her back rises as it gets closer to her ass, pointing directly at your prized possession, on show for you—her asshole, still gaping slightly from the last use.

With another helping of lube, you prepared for re-entry—the cold liquid even created a sensation against your used cock. With a hand on each of her ass cheeks, a perfect handful for each, you spread them apart and approach her. A minor adjustment and a little force allow you to slip right back into your favourite place. Your stiff cock again splitting her ass cheeks is a sight to behold. 

You use her at will as several muffled words escape her mouth. None of them are particularly audible aside from the occasional yells of the words “Fuck!” and “Yes!”. 

You press a single hand into the small of her back, bending it further and forcing her ass higher into the air, making it easier than ever to penetrate. You posture over her and plough down into her ass like a piston slamming down inside an engine. Each moan from her mouth blew sand out into a cloud away from her face.

With her face turned to one side, on the other side of her head is her ponytail, filled with clumps of wet sand. You grab it again and use it for further leverage as you use the fuck doll below you for your pleasure. She finally lets out a few comprehensible words, “Cum for me, please cum for me. Cover me.”

Your ravenous use of her body led you rapidly towards your high, and there was no holding back. Just a few more hard pumps into her tight ass, and finally, you were ready. There’s a rising tide within you; any moment now, you’re prone to exploding, turning Somi’s golden back into a floodplain. It is time to paint this slut in your cum and mark her as yours. 

You straighten your upper body and look down at the slut who has collapsed completely flat below you and pull your cock out. Somi looks over her shoulder to admire her favourite moment of any session with you when you paint her in your seed. You fire spurt after spurt, somehow more than you released into her mouth earlier. Every last drop of cum from your balls is milked into long thick ropes of cum that lather her back and ass. Just like she asked, you covered her, adding again to the used mess that she is.

You fall backwards into a sitting position in the sand and lean your head back, looking at the blue sky, feeling like you are flying amongst the few clouds that float up there. The hard work has built your core temperature up, so you take time to embrace the morning breeze again. 

“Oh my god,” Somi says through bated breath, causing you to look back down at her again. “I think that’s enough for me today. You really tired me out.” 

“I’d be a lousy trainer if I let you just take a break. This afternoon we’re working on your core strength. You’re going to ride me until you cover me in cum.” Somi looks up at you with a smirk. “So get some rest. You’re going to need it.”

A/N: Thank you for reading. All likes, blogs and comments are greatly appreciated. See you next time.

[yico0]

Roundtable 3: An American in Paris

"An American in Paris" is a classic musical from 1951, directed by Vincente Minnelli and featuring the lively music of George Gershwin. The film stars Gene Kelly as Jerry Mulligan, an American painter living in Paris, who falls in love with a beautiful dancer named Lise, played by Leslie Caron.

What are the social aspects within the film’s narrative that align with the film’s songs?

Cultural Exchange and Integration, "I Got Rhythm": Jerry Mulligan performs this song when surrounded by French children. The scene illustrates the cultural exchange between the American protagonist and the local Parisians. Jerry, who is an American, uses his charm and artistic flair to connect with French culture, which is receptive but also distinct. It symbolizing the blend and appreciation of different cultures.

Post-War Optimism and Recovery, “I’ll Build a Stairway to Paradise": Performed during a lavish nightclub scene, this song reflects the luxurious and escapist environments that became popular in post-war Europe as a way to move past the hardships of World War II. The entertainment industry, including nightclubs and music halls, played a crucial role in this societal recovery.

How do the historiographies of previously recorded songs inform audience relationships with the musical’s narrative and performers?

Period Reflection: The songs selected for the film not only reflect the musical zeitgeist of Gershwin's time but also evoke the vibrant energy of the Jazz Age and the subsequent years. This cultural embedding helps the audience connect the narrative’s setting—post-war Paris—with the broader historical narrative of American music and its influence.

Gene Kelly’s Star Power: Gene Kelly was not just an actor but a celebrated dancer and singer whose performances were major draws for audiences. His ability to embody the spirit of Gershwin’s music through dance (particularly evident in the ballet sequence) and song significantly influences how audiences perceive and connect with the film. Kelly's own history and persona as a performer add an additional layer of appreciation and engagement for the audience.

What musical genre/style drives the film’s score, and how does the genre/style (re)define the film as a musical? 

The musical genre that primarily drives the score of "An American in Paris" is a fusion of classical and jazz music, uniquely embodied through the compositions of George Gershwin.

Redefining Musical Film Structure: Unlike many musicals of the time, which often featured scores written directly for the screen, "An American in Paris" uses a pre-existing, concert-oriented score that is adapted into the film's narrative. This approach allowed the film to explore more complex musical forms typically associated with the concert hall rather than the musical stage. The extended ballet sequence set to Gershwin‘s "An American in Paris" is a prime example, offering a narrative told almost entirely through dance and music, reminiscent of a classical ballet but infused with jazz energy.

Broadening Audience Appeal: The integration of jazz with classical music broadened the film's appeal, attracting not only traditional fans of musical theater but also those who appreciated more serious musical forms. This crossover appeal helped redefine what a musical film could be, making it both a popular entertainment medium and a serious artistic endeavor.

[wordsintheattic]

“J. R. R. Tolkien, undisputedly a most fluent speaker of this language, was criticized in his day for indulging his juvenile whim of writing fantasy, which was then considered—as it still is in many quarters— an inferior form of literature and disdained as mere “escapism.” “Of course it is escapist,” he cried. “That is its glory! When a soldier is a prisoner of war it is his duty to escape—and take as many with him as he can.” He went on to explain, “The moneylenders, the knownothings, the authoritarians have us all in prison; if we value the freedom of the mind and soul, if we’re partisans of liberty, then it’s our plain duty to escape, and to take as many people with us as possible.”

—Stephen R. Lawhead, The Paradise War (The Song of Albion, #1)

[house-of-stone-at-sunrise]

2023 Spotify Wrapped - Devils & Angels

The angel and devil figures are surrounded by a wild apple tree. Within Christianity The Tree of Knowledge has most often been represented as an apple tree, which places this pair of figures in The Garden of Eden, paradise. The devil in that parable is usually depicted in the form of a snake tempting Eve, the first woman.

The angel in white stands on top of a wedding cake. This visually links Cruel Summer "devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes" with the music video for "I bet you think about me" in which Taylor is the sole character in red while everybody else besides the groom is in white, and she flicks the grooms cake-topper off the cake leaving the bride to stand alone. So, is Taylor the devil in this scene? If so then is she tempting the angel-bride to sin?

Behind the pair a red eyed dragon with leaves for scales and gnarled bark for horns and teeth looms watching them. The angel has a heart-tipped arrow which is typical in depictions of Cupid and her bow aims at a pair of dice held by the devil.

There's a lyric from the 80's band Dragon, "snake eyes on a pair of dice" which was very frequently misheard as "snake eyes on paradise." The song, April Sun in Cuba, is described as "an escapist dream of escaping in search of greener pastures, against the backdrop of possible political disaster" [1]

Dragons also appear lyrically in Long Live, a song in which Taylor and the subject are fighting dragons, moving mountains, and she swears that one day they will be remembered. She also describes the subject as holding their head up like a hero in that song, in contrast to the way she describes herself in the song Anti-Hero.

The devil throws the dice into the air and at the last moment the angel shifts her aim down ready to shoot the devil instead of the dice.

The next shot of the pair is the final scene before the scroll up to the stars, in it the angel changes her mind a second time and takes aim at the dice once more while the devil, now facing camera forward, dances. The angel never actually lets loose an arrow. Nor does she roll her eyes. :P To dance with the devil is to do something risky or immoral but the devil here is dancing alone. The angel is poised to shoot but uncertain whether to shoot down 'paradise' or to shoot the 'temptress' in the end she hasn't made a decision, interestingly she never even looks at the dragon let alone takes aim at it.

The scene plays out on Taylor's right shoulder next to the wrist that displays friendship bracelets spelled out in bi-pride coloured letter beads: Cruel Summer, Anti Hero, Karma, and August.

[1] https://www.theguardian.com/australia-news/2022/feb/14/scott-morrisons-ukulele-rendition-of-april-in-the-sun-in-cuba-labelled-cynical-by-band-behind-1977-hit

Edited to add: more thoughts because can't stop won't stop:

In media having an angel & devil on your shoulder are representations of your conscience and temptation, an inner conflict. And in the I Bet You Think About Me music video TS is shown in both red and white costumes: as a scorned party, and as the bride. So both the angel and devil characters may be read as aspects of TS herself. One (facet of the mirror-ball) who wants to take a risk to stay in paradise and dance, and another facet who wants to be 'pure' (white dresses in weddings represent virginity,) and get married. Is the angel/bride shooting down paradise, or shooting for paradise? The devil/temptresses intentions might be risky but that doesn't make them evil. Why is the tip of the arrow a heart? To be struck by Cupids arrow is to fall in love, so is the angel/bride trying to make the devil/temptress fall in love with her?

Snakes in Christianity are symbolic of Satan, but in the TS universe snakes are a symbol of having a bad reputation. Is the risk of the dice roll a loss of reputation? Is the angel/bride threatening the devil and getting married in white to protect her reputation?

Both characters wear face-paint to partially obscure their features in keeping with the overall theme of the art-work, however, the angels face is far less concealed than the devils. Despite the effort at concealment the devil turns to look at the observer. This may be linked to how exposed she feels each facet of herself has been in the fish-bowl of the public sphere.

Whatever the turmoil is it is unresolved at the end of the clip.

[g4zdtechtv]

Zero Punctuation - Stranger of Paradise: Final Fantasy Origin

Stranger to happiness.

[duran-duran-less-official]

So I think the thing with cop media that has its defenders even among leftists who are normally very cynical of copaganda,

and the examples I'm thinking of are the City Watch Discworld books, Columbo, and to a lesser extent, Hot Fuzz,

the thing that all of these have in common is that these characters - Columbo, Sam Vimes, Nicholas Angel - apply the law equally to rich people as they do to poor. The fact that it's harder to take down the rich person is not a deterrent, in fact it usually only makes them try harder.

I think where Brooklyn Nine Nine loses out and becomes copaganda is in the underlying assumptions. Note that Madeline Wuntch is evil because she wants to discredit Holt's department by showing that their use of police funds is turning up no results - and she expected that when she gave them additional funding. However, she is not evil for introducing those additional funds just to perpetuate the War on Drugs at the expense of however many nonviolent offenders it takes to make the stats look good. That's not a factor any character on the show considers. The understanding is that the police SHOULD be enforcing the War on Drugs, but that Wuntch has given them a weapon that is ineffective but makes for good PR.

Whereas Frank Butterman et al. are evil because they insist upon Sanford being a paradise exclusively for old, white retirees and absolutely nobody else, and are willing to murder street performers and teenage hoodlums just to satisfy their deranged idea of a peaceful village. The underlying assumption is that a peaceful, law-abiding village is a bad thing because "law and order" is enforced by a visit to the catacombs. It's noticeable how Nicholas Angel's crusade to arrest the whole village results in exactly 0 deaths, at least until the head of the Neighbourhood Watch Alliance decides to get a little too clever in the vicinity of a sea mine. Killing wrongdoers provides order, but not law, and the philosophical disagreement between Angel and Butterman is that there is a difference between those two concepts.

Meanwhile, in Feet of Clay (the best Sam Vimes Discworld book), Vimes says "The common people? They’re nothing special. They’re no different from the rich and powerful except they’ve got no money or power. But the law should be there to balance things up a bit. So I suppose I’ve got to be on their side." Which stands as his entire philosophy of policing on its own, to say nothing of the fact that he's just spent a whole book making life very difficult for every single aristocrat.

The escapist fantasy of a police officer ends up being one who applies the law equally.

[cerriddwenluna]

Thanks for the tag, @quizasvivamos!

Rules: List your "top 10" (or up to 10 if you haven't written that many) fics ranked by kudos on AO3. Are you surprised by what's most popular to your readers? Then, under a cut, provide your ranking of your personal top 10 fics (with explanations if you want!), and then tag a few fellow writers!

Top 10 According to Readers:

Swipe (2,000 words)

Tease Me, Please Me (No One Needs To Know) (3,333 words)

When It’s Right, It’s Right (8,352 words)

Baby, It’s Cold Outside (2,750 words)

Wild Rose (1,300 words)

Kurt and Blaine's Recipe for the Happiest of Holidays (5,400 words)

Puppy Paradise (1,375 words)

The Diary of Kurt E. Hummel (3,210 words) (WIP)

Sweet As Honey (490 words)

Saving Grace (1,000 words)

I mostly agree with #1 in that Swipe is a very fun one shot, but I know that the popularity has a lot to do with timing and the particular trope and as a result, When It's Right, It's Right is popular as a result of that. Tease Me Please Me was my first and still is my best published PWP so I agree. Numbers 7 and 9 are a bit of a surprise because they are so new, but I suspect #8, TDOKEH, to rise in the ranks when it's finally finished. #10 is the biggest surprise because that is so cracky and deliberately terrible smut, and I am really enjoying the traumatising effect it has on my readers xD

Top 10 According to the Author:

Swipe (2,000 words)

Wild Rose (1,300 words)

Kurt and Blaine's Recipe for the Happiest of Holidays (5,400 words)

When It’s Right, It’s Right (8,352 words)

The Diary of Kurt E. Hummel (3,210 words) (WIP)

Bem Vindo a Portugal (7,063 words) (WIP)

Puppy Paradise (1,375 words)

Tease Me, Please Me (No One Needs To Know) (3,333 words)

Celebrating (2,093 words)

Sweet As Honey (490 words)

I don't really have one set way of deciding my top 10. I think #1, Swipe, is the most fun, I am the most proud of the story I tried to tell in #2, Wild Rose, and #3, K&B's Recipe, is still one of the softest fics I have ever written that makes my heart so very happy. #6, Bem Vindo, would be higher on the list if it didn't constantly block me, making it less fun to write, and I need to give a shout out to Celebrating, because figuring out the logistics for a gay threesome PWP was tricky lol

Tagging: @little-escapist, @rockitmans, @blurglesmurfklaine and @forabeatofadrum ❤️