Another first
I'm soaking wet after giving my dom a massage with a happy ending. I don't expect her to make me cum though, because we're both very exhausted and she injured her arm. She said she's happy to watch while I make myself cum and I'm considering it while we're relaxing on the sofa. When we decide to get ready for bed she sits up and suddenly turns towards me as I'm still laying on the sofa. She kisses me, her hand on my throat. I kiss her back, one arm around her waist, the other running through her short hair. She chokes me hard, giving me a dizzy feeling as we make out. She pulls away before releasing the grip on my throat to look at me as the dizziness fades. Then she does it again. Kissing me and choking me a few times, getting me even more worked up. I look up at her, desperate for her to touch me.
"Let's see... are you really that wet?", she wonders as she slides her hand down my stomach and into my thong. All I'm wearing is the thong and tight shirt I put on after making my dom cum earlier. I can feel her fingers between my lips as she checks how wet I am. When she feels it, she lets out a surprised moan and kisses me again. She moves her wet fingers up and surprises me by slowly rubbing my clit. I can't help but moan and move my hips against her hand. She slowly increases the tempo and pressure and I feel like I might cum from it if she keeps going. Her fingers slide down between my folds again to gather more wetness and she continues rubbing my clit as we kiss. Occasionally, she pulls away to look at me and hear me moan. "You look so beautiful...", she tells me as she goes a little faster and all I can do is moan and pull her into another kiss. I can feel my orgasm building and so can she. She moans looking at me and I try telling her I'm about to cum, but "Daddy" is all that comes out. She knows what I'm trying to say and anwers "Yes, cum for me.". I hold onto her as I cum, grinding my hips against her hand while she keeps circling my clit so I can ride it out. We both smile and she gives me a soft kiss afterwards because that was the first time I've cum from someone else rubbing my clit. And fast too.
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I want a PMD game that's mixed with Animal Crossing.
I want to be a cute little pokemon and go around my town and talk to the Kecleon NPC at the market when shopping for cute furniture. I want to buy custom scarves and bandanas from a Leavanny. I want to beat up Dusknoir with my net. I want to talk to pokemon that move in and out of plots of land depending on whether or not you befriend them. I want to become besties with a partner pokemon who has dreams of bringing their dusty hometown back to its former glory. I want to beat up Dusknoir with my net. I want to enjoy the worldbuilding without threats of curses, being erased from history, manifestations of evil trying to destroy all that is good and holy, unbelievably unfair wages for my work, etc. I want to beat up Dusknoir with my net. I want to beat up Dusknoir with my net. I want to beat up Dusknoir with my net---
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i know the hunger games isnt about romance i know it isnt a love story but. theres just something so beautiful in the way peeta is the personification of what it means to heal and he /is/ the dandelion and the bread and the hope that things can be better even if they wont be fixed. even if the nightmares dont stop he will still hold her. wake her up and tell her shes alive. shes safe. and when its over and done and theres no more saving or protecting or trying their absolute hardest to die if it means keeping the other alive, the horrors dont stop. but katniss will still find that comfort in peetas arms.
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forever thinking about johanna shooting fogg and what it says for both her and anthony as characters
because the whole show, from the very first scene, we've been set up to see anthony and sweeney as parallels of one another; anthony is sweeney back when he was benjamin, he's full of hope, he's in love (with a woman who looks almost identical to lucy), and then he gets that love brutally ripped away by judge turpin
in 'no place like london' sweeney says: "you are young, life has been kind to you-- you will learn" and by the point in the show where anthony is going to rescue johanna we're almost inclined to agree with him
except anthony cannot shoot the gun, he's not like sweeney in that he cannot kill another person even if it was to save someone he loved. anthony is never going to become sweeney todd.
and then we realize that we've been looking at the wrong person the whole show, and it's so obvious it's laughable: johanna shoots the gun.
johanna who has been raised to be silent and obedient and perfect, johanna who, without knowing the half of it, has had everything taken away from her by judge turpin, her mother, her father, and her freedom. johanna who we've been led to believe is the lucy to anthony's sweeney.
she is fully justified in shooting fogg, no one could fault her for it, but she doesn't even hesitate.
in that moment she is her father's daughter.
that isn't to say that I think johanna is going to go on a killing spree after the musical, obviously, but it's such a fascinating scene in terms of their development: because despite it all anthony is still the same, and because of it all johanna is not
anthony is the last bit of hope left in the story, and johanna is the last bit of sweeney
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✦ GIFTOBER 2023 | Day 17/31: Mirrors.
SHERLOLLY SCREAMFEST 2023 (she was absolutely scared to death, so it fits the theme 😬)
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I went to a local yarn store for the first time, and while I was there, somebody was talking about getting a beginner's knitting kit, and she inquired about when lessons were, and when she was told that they'd be happy to sit down with her and teach her, she was so delighted. She talked about how excited she was and how much she wanted to learn to knit, and it just... it made me fall in love with humanity. It was this pure, unadulterated happiness coming from somebody and it was so genuine and kind, and I couldn't help but smile.
I guess all of this is to say... every moment, there are tiny little joys like this all over the world, and it makes this life worth living. I hope you witness and feel joy this simple, this pure.
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"Sansa = Ned 2.0 and Arya = Catelyn 2.0" is one of those takes where you can just tell people are more attached to the aesthetic than anything. "The Stark girls are most like the parent they look least like" sounds good on paper and people run with the idea, regardless of how it actually fits into the story. A majority of the justification relies on misinterpreting all of their characters + a healthy dose of fanon. What gets me is that this is the same fandom that insists that Lyanna, only compared to Arya in the text, is equal parts Arya and Sansa but Ned and Catelyn, two fully fleshed-out and complex characters, have to be more like one girl or the other? There's just nothing in the story to justify being so adamant about these comparisons. Arya and Sansa have parallels with both of their parents but at the end of the day, they are unique characters with their own stories. I'll never understand why people want to flatten these complex characters down to their most basic tropes and fit them into restrictive boxes just for a "poetical~" comparison.
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you can clearly see where scara gets his good looks from
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more Crystal Clay AU (au by the fantastic @warning-heckmouth) thoughts once again cause my brainworms wont stop just listen hear me out-
Clay's smart as hell, he basically forced himself to be a nerd post-band breakup so like...picture with me,,,Clay pitting Velvet and Veneer against each other,,,straining their relationship by just sewing those liiiiil seeds of doubt anytime they're alone with him,,,,or just bringing up "totally real" things they said to make em look like liars
after all. hes the fun one. the dumb silly fun one! Who's gonna think he's got the capacity to lie?
im just sayin Clay's gotta have a mean streak somewhere in that heart of his that "Hm. John" that MEANT SOMETHING-
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I actually hate how Rhysand commands and impone himself to the other High Lords.
I really, really, hate it and him so much, why SJM do you have to give everything to one character and to his little group?
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there's something interesting to be said about how nickel's female friends have to constantly school him on how horrible he is but animationepic won't say it
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Would you please draw Prism and Right Robot being adorable together
Any excuse to draw Prism and her bobots...but before I could draw this I had to actually do a Right Robot design that was different to Robutler:
One thing I really like to do to stylise the robots is to make their head brim thing look like a hat? I draw Robutler's similar to Phoenix's hat & I made Right Robot's similar to a hard hat! Also on Robutler I make their antenna curl like how I when draw Prism's hair :]
Anyways yeah...she loves her bobots so much :(((
I also have a little headcanon that is post-IEYTD 3 where Prism fixes up Robutler using half of the Kinesium core from Right Robot and they're kind of inseparable because of it..since Right Robot brings up Robutler in Blind Spot I like to think they were already buddies but now they're just super bonded
Anyways ty for the ask!! +2 sketchbook pages again and I also filled another page doing a comic so I'm at 11/28. I'm dubious about finishing it at this point because I'm very busy this next week but it won't stop me from trying to get it to the best state I can before hand-in :]
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There is so much nuance to the ep 6 scene between KJ and Lauren, I can’t get over it.
the motion older!KJ makes as they walk out, reaching for Lauren, realizing just in time that they are, in fact, in her hometown in Ohio and cutting short before she can land what was probably going to be an instinctive kiss
KJ coming in hot with the world’s most polite “hello!” and managing to make what must feel lightly like small talk for thirty seconds before dropping her voice to this shy, slightly-terrified question
the inability to hold eye contact. the faltering, wordless noises. the way she blinks like she’s seconds from just passing out in the middle of this theater--that is exactly how it feels to come out to someone for the first time. the edges of your vision go a little fuzzy, your heart is in your throat, you genuinely feel shaky, and all of that is so present in this performance
the sense of mild defeat in how she just lands on “movies” instead of “girls”, like she’s embarrassed she can’t just say it
the gentle ah hah expression on Lauren’s face as she realizes what this petrified kid is trying to ask her, and how smoothly she doesn’t correct her--just rolls with this safe code word
KJ’s nod and very tiny “uh-huh” without moving like any part of her face. like she’s reverting to standing as still as possible, protective coloring coming up in every inch of her frame
Lauren actually taking a minute to think about it before answering. and and then not giving the answer KJ asked for--”how did YOU know”--but what KJ actually needs to hear. what any kid in her position would: not everyone will get it, but everyone’s journey is their own, and there is no rush
(again, this is why I’m so delighted they wrote it the way they did--KJ and Lauren, not KJ and older!KJ, because older!KJ would have a definitive answer to give. it might be “I always knew, in the back of my mind” or it might be “when I was eighteen and kissed a girl for the first time”, but whatever the answer, it would cement KJ back into a box. this is your future, immutable, and there is no journey you could take that I haven’t already gone on. I’m so fucking glad they didn’t do this, that they let her have the reassurance that any timeline is the right one if it’s hers.)
again, that flutter-blink/quick breath combo that looks like she’s gonna pass out--but this time, there’s relief in it. it’s less “how do I say this Huge Thing” and more “oh thank god, she knows what I’m asking, she knows without me saying, and she’s being kind”
It is beautifully put together, such a gentle way of saying to this baby gay, “Nobody can tell you who you are except you, but whoever that winds up being is so okay. Listen to yourself. Trust yourself. You will be happy, I promise you.” It is a critical bit of advice so many queer people just don’t get, and to write it into KJ’s story is one of the show’s biggest kindnesses.
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