#meaning; honey

[bebemoon]

look for the name: MIEL

@madstronaut

peng tai dyed mesh "huee" dress

ann demeulemeester "casimir" veiled straw hat in beige, menswear s/s 2o19

hendrikje schimmel stacked birkenstock, clog, cork, and jesmonite espadrille (sculpture)

frapin parfums "127o" eau de parfum

antique napier topaz gilt metal choker, c. 192o's

clare reitzenstein gold dangling chain hoop earring

( from @twothirdshoney on ig )

[idiopathicsmile]

a "fun fact" i read as a child is that pure honey never spoils, to the point where honey from ancient egyptian tombs was found to still be edible

i used to think about this, and imagine a poor intern who was strong-armed into putting in their one human mouth something was made literally thousands of years ago, just to make sure it could be safely eaten

but having since met scientists and having learned what freaks they are, if they did put this to the test, i am VERY confident that every single archaeologist in the room was duking it out over who got the honor of putting their tongue on that mummy's dusty old bee goo.

[thenearsightedmicroraptor]

Seen a lot of posts about people coming into your notifications out of nothing and liking your entire blog, but here's a shoutout to the people who do Not follow you, who appear out of nowhere, reblog One (1) post that you are Not the op of, and then you never see them again. Where did you come from girl.

[omatoxin]

gourami in the tank…..what will they do….

[sherlockig]

same

[churchkey]

"You know, I'm starting to think everyone on this show is gay."

- my partner, watching Our Flag Means Death for the first time (right around ep 6)

[egophiliac]

hashtag just class B things 🤷

[chawliekin]

and if I said that dennis’ insistence on being the breadwinner/provider despite literally being a pampered princess who dgaf about traditional roles of masculinity in every other regard (aside from ego) is because his mom only stayed with/chose frank for his wealth and dennis is highly aware that he’s difficult to love and unable to show his emotions openly so he has to be contributing something to the relationship materially in order to feel like he’s worth staying for… and mac grew up with parents who were extremely ambivalent to him and eachother so he has to overcompensate by proving his worth at every given moment and seeking praise/validation from people (and religious icons) who will never demonstrate the same amount of dedication to him but he has no idea how else to desperately keep himself close to those he loves other than by eroding himself into something they’ll approve of… dear god they’re both exactly what the other needs — someone who can’t and won’t leave them even if they try — and they don’t even see it…

[hella1975]

noah kahan really said growing up in a small, bitter hometown is about the rage and the hatred that's been sung about many times before but it's also about love and devotion and the 'all three of us were drowning and we didn't know how to save each other but there was an understanding that we were all drowning together' of it all and knowing people so intimately yet not being able to help anyone and he's morally grey at best in a lot of his songs and objectively the bad guy in others and that's just how it is and it's about substance abuse and normalised crime and teen suicide and country roads and failed exams and leaving and being left and love and hate and love and hate and love and

[msbyslilbimbo]

toji!!! with a piss kink who is so mean to you :(

he forces you to drink water bottle after water bottle, lemonade after lemonade, then only two hours later, when you try to sneak to the bathroom, immediately snarls at you "the hell you think yer going?"

"...bathroom?"

"i sure as hell don't remember telling you you could," he snaps, standing up and stomping over to you. you cower at his raging dominance, but you can't help but moan as he grips your chin in his meaty fingers and dragging your face closer, "in fact... you don't piss until i tell you to."

memories flood back at the last time he made such a command, and you whimper in distress and try to talk despite the smooshing of your cheeks, but all he does is smirk, "that's not a negotiation, brat."

"toji no please-"

"don't make me repeat myself."

and that's where it's left. you, whimpering and caught under his feet the entire day until he takes mercy.

there seems to be no mercy for you. you're not even sure if this isn't a punishment anymore, his cruelty is harder than it has been in weeks, and you're not even sure what you did.

when you're cuddling, a warm hand rests on your bladder, massaging slightly while you squirm in discomfort. when youre play wrestling, his hands dart under your arms and tickle you furiously, and you physically have to cross your legs in between shrieks to make him stop- which he almost doesn't in time, and you nearly sprayed the couch with everything your body holds.

close. too close.

and it continues for hours- drinking, massaging, another form of stimulation. drinking, massaging, another form of stimulation.

this is it. this is the time you're going to piss your pants. you're positive.

"'c'mere babygirl," he finally calls, and you shift over as quick as you can despite your circumstances. you give him a set of puppy eyes and he looks you up and down. he smirks, "you look so defeated. is not letting you piss yourself really so bad you could cry? is that it?"

"you're so mean," you whimper.

"you don't even want to know how mean i can be, dollface. knees." his dark eyes flick at the floor, and you take a grounding breath and slowly sink to your knees in front of him. "i am impressed though," he confesses. "i thought for sure you'd've safe worded by now."

"i can't hold it anymore," you sniffle, stuck to the floor in fear of relieving yourself when you try to stand.

he gives you a dramatic sigh and steps forwards, making direct eye contact with you as the toe of his shoe kicks your knees apart. his shoe then makes the signals in your brain process on hyper drive and presses firmly, hard against your swollen bladder, nestled between your legs.

you sob. he smirks.

"pee. now, before i change my mind." the foot presses deeper, your bladder literally sloshes.

"i c-ant-"

"let it out, babyface."

"toji it hurts please-"

the foot on your bladder pressed harder, and you physically can't stop it. you let out an embarrassed wail and bury your face in your hands while you cry softly, the warm fluid slowly trickling past your pussy lips, over your thighs and onto the floor and into the gaps if tile. you can't even begin to try and look at him, so self-conscious and warmed by your own urine that slowly turns cold under the chill of night.

it takes minutes, literal minutes for the piss to stop dribbling from you, and the whole time, toji says nothing, merely watching your quivering frame on the floor and listening to the dripping of your fluids.

once you're finally done, you hear footsteps slowly approach and scoop you up, pressing a kiss to your temple and walking you down the hallway. you can't even imagine looking at him right now, completely withdrawn from his attentions. you're embarrassed, you're cold, and you would hate him, if you didn't love the praise he whispers in your ear afterwards.

"gets hotter every time," he assures, nudging the door of the bathroom open with his knee and placing you in the tub. "get undressed while the water warms up, i'll be in to clean you in a sec."

and you whimper and slowly remove your clothes, turning the knobs to let the cold water fill the tub before transforming to warm. in the other room, you hear him opening cabinets to clean your mess, and you let a shaky exhale out as you pile your wet clothes and pull the stopper on the tub.

for as feral as toji can be, you can't ignore the thump of arousal that brews as he cleans just a few rooms over, an arousal he'll degrade you for but ultimately relive you with.

you'd be lying if you wanted it another way fnfjfdnkwdjw

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 300

Danny squirms and hisses, trying to dig his claws into dark scales as the clouds whistle by. “Wait- Ancients dammit- STOP!” he shrieked, cursing how tiny his own ghost form was compared to his other not-quite-future-self. Wings that could easily dwarf the entire Ops center beat through the air, fast enough to cause his eyes to sting. 

“Dan- bring me back- stop-” he wailed, despite the grip on his scruff not even loosening. Yet the larger dragon didn’t so much as twitch back towards Amity, the city disappearing into the distance like a speck. “We have to go back-” 

The GIW were- were- They had to go back! The portal was gone (exploded, broken and all of Fentonworks a smoldering mess, oh Ancients he’s gonna be sick-), no one could return to the Realms, they were all sitting ducks- 

“Jordan please-” he begged, even though he already knew that between the city, between every other ghost and them, Dan would always choose to keep them safe. But Jazz was hurt, she wasn’t waking up from where she lay limply cradled in Dan’s claws. 

There was so much blood, and he only knew she was still alive from the weak fluttering of her core, growing stronger as her heartbeat faded. She needed help, she needed doctors- he doesn’t know if she would be able to come back, not with how they were leaving the ecto-rich city behind and he didn’t want to lose her- Dan’s blank panic was swamping his own, drowning both of them in the emotion as the dragon tore through the sky. Some part of him knew they couldn’t stay in Amity anymore, but- But Jazz needed help- Danny couldn’t help the tears that dripped from his yes, pretending it was merely the clouds as they flew to places unknown to him.

If you are interested in their designs, here is a link: HERE

Heey mutual @radiance1 Dragon buddy o' mine

[mon-ster-chen]

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💫 without words

SOURCE: thank you Cheryl Bird for posting on Facebook 🙏🏼❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

[wonkyradio]

Harry did you know

That your little girl

Is Heaven's perfect lamb?

Thinking about grief and fatherhood

[fushic0re]

“my blog is blank because i have nothing to post” bestie reblog those fics you’ve been serial liking

[sherlockig]

am i wrong?

[dolphinsapphire28]

Sizzling Stede 🔥

Thanks to Heather Bayliss on the Rhys Darby Fan Page (on Facebook), I came across this shot of Rhys and saved it. Now, I took on the mission to share it with my fellow Stede/Rhys girlies (gn), and if by any chance you came across this shot already, then sorry - not sorry for being this late in the game and for reposting. 😘 😘

Enjoy! ❤

(p.s. I have been staring at this image for a couple of hours and still haven't recovered. It should be the dictionary definition of "criminally hot". 🔥🔥)

UPDATE: Thanks again to Heather @fuzzylogic-27 for bringing to my attention that the above image has had the eyes photopshopped to look forward (by which source, unfortunately it escapes us) from the original 'Horsey Leg' scene. Still, it does not detract from Stede/Rhys in all his attractive glory. 😍

@mxmollusca @bizarrelittlemew @sherlockig