#honest

[littleguysdaily]

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(This is the quiz, so awnser 'yes', okay????????? You have to be honest.)

[aysekadinfasulyesi]

[pratchettquotes]

There is a saying, "You can't fool an honest man," which is much quoted by people who make a profitable living by fooling honest men. Moist never tried it, knowingly anyway. If you did fool an honest man, he tended to complain to the local Watch, and these days they were harder to buy off. Fooling dishonest men was a lot safer and, somehow, more sporting. And, of course, there were so many more of them. You hardly had to aim.

Terry Pratchett, Going Postal

[remanence-of-love]

[klajc]

[slime-sandwhich-nom]

Hi

[cuethediscoandthedrinks]

jake sully + sex pollen hcs~ ⋆｡ﾟ✧｡⋆

been a long time coming this one. ur welcome 🫠

• jake becomes not unlike a wild animal. the only real difference for him, is that unlike a more dominant or greedy lover such as quaritch or ronal, he becomes desperate

• it starts with hot flashes, then the swift lust-tinted gaze that overtakes his field of vision. his tail begins to swish and flick side to side, the little tufts of hair at the tip form a sharp point, alongside his ears; now perked up and swivelling every few moments for any specific noises

• jake's pupils dilate, his mouth falling open, and his chest taking deep, heavy breaths in hopes of slowing his racing heart. but to no avail, as the blood rushing to his engorged veined blue length can't be ceased

• he'll then be onto you. although if, such as this case, the pollen hit during a hunt or while he was out on a patrol, he'd be unable to do more than stay right where he was hit by the soft, flowery pollen

• after the initial widening of his bright green eyes, jake would buckle under this new-found sense of need, hitting the soft grassy ground beneath him almost instantly; his throat almost gasping for breath as his hands roughly palm the green blades, digging fervently into the blueish soil beneath it

• the lusty groans would start, and his hips would begin eagerly humping the lush earth underneath him; his hips gyrating hard and desperate into the ground, forming a new groove within the dirt from where his hardened cock rutted up against it

• unlike the common assumption, when male na'vi become affected by pollen, they become so physically crippled by the swift biological changes that there's no time to go into 'heat' per-se; they don't become aggressive or dominant, but physically desperate and unable to form even a single coherent thought.

• his desire during heat would be to fuck, and best of all fuck you, but being hit by a puff of this rich, almost waxy pollen would create the most enticing mix of shame, disgust and confusion paired with a biological, almost chemical need to breed something

• suddenly anything is enough; the sheer pressure of arousal bulging against his loincloth, erecting his nipples, making his short gasps of hot, thick air turn into pants of erotic desperation only spurring him on in finding that sweet release

• there's no time for jake to mount his ikran, or get up and find his way back home by foot or flight; he needs something, and he needs it now. so here he is, hunched over, grinding and shamelessly thrusting his now fully-uncovered cock into the warm, damp soil

• his face upwards turned, eyebrows scrunched up, fangs bared and tongue darting out, eyes blown wide in both shock and need, his ears arched back in focus; jake's features contorting in a mix of revulsion and pleasure, as he hadn't even chosen this, yet with every fibre of his physical being he had to chase this urge

• thick strings of precum oozed out of his throbbing tip, the bulbous head now easily sliding in and out of the smooth soil beneath the grass; jake's once hitched groans had since become wanton moans and whines, small droplets of sweat dripping from his forehead onto his hands in sheer exertion, as his tail wildly swished from side to side, slapping the ground behind him in uncontrollable sexual excitement

• his eyes had since scrunched up, going glossy from unshed tears of arousal and heat; the pollen had only been a new growth, not even mature in it's size or capacity, yet a single inhale had turned jake's once calm mind into a chaotic mess of the need to sex something

• his hips only bucked harder into the earth, braids and stray hairs cascading around his sensitive ears and broad blue shoulders; the usual slight glow of white dotting along his skin had become a bright fluorescent, illuminating his rough, quick movements in the dusk-lit undergrowth in which he chased his orgasm

• jake's tongue was now fully on display, his ability to control his body lessening as the time passed. snarling as his eyes took in the now mushy, almost gooey blueish earth underneath his cock; his sticky precum almost drowning the surrounding soil; his sounds turning into unintelligible animal chatter, "...unhg...hnhgh... uhhnhgm..g-god, ffuck... mhnhgh..", "...fffu-f-hnuhgh..a-ah, uhhnngh...hungggh...sh-shit..unghhm.."

• his movements sped up, his back curving downwards to better plunge his pulsating length under the damp soil; sheathing his dick inside the almost muddy undergrowth, only to drag it back out, letting long whines and hisses escape his lips at the oversensitivity

• jake's fingernails began to dig into the dirt, legs rhythmically humping the surface as his toned stomach and biceps flexed in equal parts forced effort and erotic anticipation; his knees likely covered in nicks and hands in bruises from the merciless onslaught of heat, compelling his body to seek out his release

• after mere minutes of desperate gyrating and filling the open air with his unabashedly erotic noises, his once little leaks of clear essence had now become long globs and strings of sticky white cum, spurting ream after ream from his red, desperate cockhead

• the damp earth had begun to almost suck him back in, his tip, shaft and swollen, tender balls being caressed and squeezed by the almost sentient soil; coaxing all the hot, thick seed from his throbbing cock into the moist, fertile ground

• after some final gruff and agonising pumps, jake spilled every drop of his sweet, warm semen into the almost burrow-like opening he'd created in the earth; his head bowing down, satiated after the seemingly never-ending heat had finally washed over him

• heaving a sigh, jake rolled over to rest on his back, lying fully spread out, exhausted from the intensity of the hard fuck he'd endured. his now softening cock rested against his thigh, his heartbeat slowing to a steady pulse, eyes slowly growing ever-heavier as he drifted into a deep, restful sleep

+like usual, lmk your thoughts! ;)

[selfhealingmoments]

[see-arcane]

Today's @re-dracula entry was such a little thing, but Ben Galpin still managed to sell the exact right pitch. Specifically the tone of, 'Alright, okay, no change in the report yet, but that's alright! It just means we're ahead of schedule! That's good! That's great! I Am Not Worried. Everything is Fine.'

The universal sound of nerves trying to steady when you show up to an event (???) and no one else has shown up.

[random-xpressions]

How honest could a conversation get? Yes, you can modulate your voice. Yes, you can be more charming. Yes, you can be more eloquent. Yes, you could go at great lengths and prolong for hours. But how honest were you in it - that must be the question. You see there's a lot of pretence anyway in our world that we need to at least keep our conversations free of it. There must be no need to impress. There must be no desire to show off. A plain and honest conversation could be the finest therapy you could ever get. Best part is that it becomes highly contagious. The moment you become upright honest, the other person will naturally bring down all their guards and even before you or even they themselves know would share such matter which was never even thought of being shared in the first place. That's the blessing of honesty. Something begins to flow between two souls. It is this very truthfulness in their exchange that builds the bond and deeply connects them. The differences slowly begin to dissolve. The distances are evaded. The familiarity kicks in. Until finally you both feel like you've reached home. That's the pinnacle of human interaction - to find solace in one another, to reach the very climax of journeying, each one penetrating into the other through the medium of words until a time comes when they would actually in reality transcend words. They would have evolved beyond speech. At that phase, there are more deeper energy plays between them whether it be with their glances or a touch that speaks a thousand words or a kiss that feels like heavens. Communication though begins with words, there are stations of ascendency, beyond a point, there's this pure rhythm between them that it almost becomes like a dance between their souls. May you hit that point with someone!

Random Xpressions

[wiirocku]

Luke 16:10 (NLT) - “If you are faithful in little things, you will be faithful in large ones. But if you are dishonest in little things, you won’t be honest with greater responsibilities.

[sirfrogsworth]

Birds of a Feather

So, I am a photo manipulation specialist. This is an art form in which you take real photographic assets and combine them to make something new. Most people call it "photoshopping." I've actually been doing this for much longer than I've been a photographer. I think I got my first version of Photoshop in the early 2000s.

I love combining my two artistic specialties. For years I was always using assets photographed by another person. But now I can shoot a lot of my own assets and it feels much more satisfying.

However I always have this weird guilt when I post a manipulated photo. I warn people when I replace a sky or add stars in the night sky. I worry people will judge me for not posting a 100% authentic photograph. But I am trying to create something from inside my head and that doesn't always align with the reality in front of me.

I am not trying to trick anyone.

I'm just trying to create something cool.

So I think I'm going to stop worrying about telling people I added stars or enlarged a moon or added a flock of birds.

Though I might brag about this cool reflection I created in the water.

Look at them fancy bird squiggles!

Some of my photos may be as is. Some of them I am going to let my creativity run wild. And I may tell you if I manipulated something, but only because I think it is neat and not because I am ashamed of my artistic process.

Also, did you know the Mississippi River has sharks?

[simply-ivanka]

Germany Should Have Listened to Trump

Tuesday 2.27.2024 Wall Street Journal

By Walter Russell Mead

Trump was right about Berlin’s self-defense and risky energy dependence on Russia.

The lower house of Germany’s Parliament voted to legalize the recreational use of cannabis last week. It was a timely move. Germany’s leadership class is going to need all the mellow it can find in a world that isn’t going Germany’s way.

Russian advances in Ukraine and American paralysis over the next aid package are reinforcing the reality that Germany needs to defend itself but lacks the power to do so. So are developments in the Red Sea, where German manufacturers must cope with shipping delays as the Biden administration fails to keep the vital waterway clear.

Forget the 2% of gross domestic product that Germany has repeatedly promised and failed to spend on defense. Defense Minister Boris Pistorius shocked many observers this month when he said that in the new world situation, Germany may have to spend as much as 3.5% of GDP for defense.

The economic news is also grim. Last year Germany’s GDP shrank 0.3%, and last week the government slashed 2024 growth estimates to a pitiful 0.2%. Economists expect negative growth during the first quarter of 2024, placing the country in recession. The outlook for housing is bleak, with business confidence reaching all-time lows. The news in manufacturing is little better. This month the widely followed HCOB German Flash Composite Purchasing Managers’ Index fell to 46.1, the eighth month in a row that the index has pointed to decreasing economic activity.

Energy prices are a particular sore spot. The chemical giant BASF announced €1 billion in spending cuts in its German operations, blaming a mix of weak demand in the German market and “structurally higher energy prices.” Enormous U.S. subsidies under the so-called Inflation Reduction Act are leading German companies to look across the Atlantic.

Chinese competition is another massive worry. China long ago passed Germany as the world’s largest car producer. Increasingly, especially in electric vehicles, it is challenging Germany as both a low-cost and high-quality manufacturer. Beijing aims to marginalize German capital goods and automobile companies in China while Chinese exporters challenge German dominance in world markets.

With the associations representing the small and medium-size Mittelstand firms that make up the heart of the German economy warning in a rare joint open letter about Germany’s loss of competitiveness, Economy Minister Robert Habeck isn’t mincing words. The economy is in “rough waters.” The “competitiveness of Germany as an industrial location” is in doubt.

It isn’t all doom and gloom. The outlook for the service sector is brighter than for manufacturing, and as the Journal reported last week, the Ifo Institute’s business-climate index improved slightly this month. The best that can be said for the outlook? “The German economy is stabilizing at a low level,” according to Ifo’s president.

Meanwhile, Germany’s dysfunctional three-party coalition government is paralyzed by internal struggles. The largest party in the coalition, Chancellor Olaf Scholz’s Social Democratic Party (SPD), is deeply divided over foreign policy, with many nostalgic for good relations with Russia and allergic to military spending. The SPD also wants Biden-like government spending initiatives to revive the German industrial machine and expand social benefits. The Greens, the next-largest party, are by German standards foreign-policy hawks but continue to press for a rapid energy transition that drives up costs for business and consumers. The third party in the coalition, the Free Democrats, wants to hold the line on government spending. As if this weren’t enough trouble, the conservative opposition parties have a blocking minority in Parliament’s upper house.

This is not where Germans thought they would be. Sixteen months ago, I visited Berlin and heard from a stream of government officials, think tankers and economists that everything was working fine. Russia was failing in Ukraine. The energy transition would boost German competitiveness and employment. Germany’s Mittelstand would handle anything China could throw at it.

Under the circumstances, it’s no surprise that antiestablishment parties are growing in Germany. The far right Alternative for Germany (AfD) currently has more support than any of the governing parties, with one recent poll showing the AfD at 19%, the Social Democrats at 14%, the Greens at 13%, and the Free Democrats at 4%.

The most bitter pill of all for Germany’s establishment may be the realization that on the most important issues facing Germany, Donald Trump was right where they were wrong. Getting in bed with Vladimir Putin for cheap energy was both foolish and deeply disloyal to the West. German defense policy was self-defeating and dangerous. China wasn’t a reliable partner.

“Ich bin ein Berliner,” was President John F. Kennedy’s message to Germany. If Donald Trump returns to the White House, his message will likely be “Das habe ich gleich gesagt,” or “I told you so.”

[thewordfortheday]

“Simply let your ‘Yes’ be ‘Yes,’ and your ‘No,’ ‘No.’” Matthew 5:37

If we say we love someone, we have to be honest with them. Honesty and trust are two important ingredients in a successful relationship. Whether it be marriage, friendship or any other.

Our God is a promise keeper. His word is His Bond. Since Jesus keeps His promises, we must keep ours too—especially the vow we made before God, our family, our friends, and our church on the day of our wedding.

[the-ominous-owl]

“Explain.”

“It’s complicated.”

“Summarise, then.”

“Bea, easy,” Ava says, reaching for her. The three of them stand on the shoulder of the road with the hood of the jeep between them, a compromise reached after Miguel – Michael – refused to continue the conversation with a knife to his throat and Bea remained unwilling to release him while he was within reaching distance of Ava.

Bea’s shoulder is tight with tension under Ava’s hand, though she does relax, very slightly, when Ava rubs her thumb in tiny, soothing arcs. Bea has had her Sister Beatrice nun mask on since the moment she pulled her knife out, and she has yet to re-sheath it, but it’s loose in her hand instead of displayed as a threat, so Ava is calling it progress.

“It’s not—it’s complicated,” Michael says, leaning forward to brace his hands against the car. The cut on his neck was either not very deep, or healed incredibly quickly, now no more than a thin line against his skin and almost invisible in the moonlight.

“But you are Michael? Jillian’s son?” Ava asks, and Michael drops his head with a sigh before nodding. “You went through the Ark.”

Camila had filled them in a few days after they’d arrived in Switzerland, describing how they’d returned to Arq-Tech to find Jillian collapsed on the floor of her lab, crying silently and staring at the Ark, and Kristian’s hasty explanation as he’d ushered them out.

“Yes,” Michael says.

Ava waits for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t. “And?”

“And what?” He’s being deliberately obtuse now. He must be.

“And how are you here?” Ava says, throwing her hands up in frustration. “Why are you here? Where did you go? You were a kid two months ago, how are you all grown up now?” Ava doesn’t realise she’s pacing towards him until Bea’s free hand catches her wrist and pulls her back. Ava lets the touch ground her, clings onto the connection to stop the world spinning around her. She hasn’t felt this out of control since the early days of her resurrection, when she’d had the Halo and nothing else, but having Bea here, steady and protective and solid at her back, helps more than she’s expecting.

“It’s—”

“If you say ‘complicated’ again we’re leaving, and it will be the last time you see either of us,” Bea warns, tightening her fingers around Ava’s arm until it’s almost painful. It’s not an empty threat – Ava knows that the remainder of their time in the Alps hinges on the rest of this conversation. “Try.”

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