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It’s been six months since I’ve gotten laid. Bruh… I feel like a pent up prisoner nun.

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me: i’ll just take a break and come back to this later

also me: returns two weeks later with no memory of what this story is, who these characters are, or why i made the love interest say that one line that haunts me now

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Me realizing my shitty ex bf had the same truck as Gator 😂😂😂😂

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I’ve liked several fics that I haven’t reblogged yet. I’m going to start reading them tomorrow! And I’ll give compliments and reblogs and lotsa love ☺️

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I’m on a Gator kick tonight. Gobbling up some fics like a stuffed turkey at Thanksgiving 🥵

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Just think about this

How sad to know that society manipulates us from the first to the last day of our lives.

That so many of us go into careers we don't actually want, just because it is expected of us.

Because our societal values are all about perfection, being flawless, knowing what you want from your first day of school and sticking with it, or accepting what other people choose for you.

And then I grieve for all the wonderful, magical things we'll never get to see or hear or taste or witness because we get told that we'll starve if we pursue art, that we should pursue a well paying career and push our actual interests aside, whether it be in order to be able to live a secure life, or as to not disappoint your family, or because we have "too much potential to not become a doctor, or a lawyer".

And then I think about all the drawings and paintings that would change lives but will forever only live in someone's head because their family would never accept them to break their line of successful business people.

The melodies and harmonies that would break and at the same time mend our hearts in a way previously unimaginable, pieces and lyrics that would bring us together and be played at every wedding or gathering for centuries to come, but that we'll never hear because the artist doesn't believe it to be inventive and spectacular enough for a world already so full of wondrous and magical tunes.

The movies that will never be played in any theater or festival, the animations and short films and sketches that will never even get the chance to become so popular that we'll be able to joke and reminisce about them with people spanning more than just one generation, because the kid that always ran around with a camcorder couldn't afford to go to film school.

And that even some of those of us without pressure from anyone in their lives will only ever think about but never actually write that book or poem they've been dreaming about since they were 5, simply because they don't think they're skilled enough to actually get published, or that it's too niche to actually appeal to more than a handful of people.

Just imagine the colorful, melodious world we'd live in if we all did what we loved, without fear of prejudice or doubt if they'll make it or insecurity about their skill because "there will always be someone better out there".

What if the great artists and writers and actors and musicians of our time and of the past had listened to their inner demons, or the people in their lives trying to sabotage them?

And don't for one second assume that I'm only talking about the "fine arts". This applies to everything.

I guess what I'm trying to say is please, go to that country you've always dreamed of visiting. Hell, move there if you feel like it.

Publish that drawing or painting or sketch that you've been working on.

Write that book or fanfiction or poem you've been constructing in your mind, but have been hesitant to write or post because you think no one will like it, or that you'll never be as good as the big names.

Write those lyrics, record those songs that have been floating around in your head.

Stop over thinking. Litter the world with beauty. Change the lives of others, or even just your own because you've finally freed yourself of that nagging voice that always wondered what might happen if you did pursue your love for arts, or music, or poetry.

Just... create. Don't let the magic go to waste. Don't keep your imagination trapped inside your head. Create. Live your life for yourself and what you love instead of trying to make other people happy.

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Ignore me if I re-follow you. I’m trying to organize my blog and shit is getting my ocd 😂

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Phrases/Actions that make me drop to my knees, ready to submit.

All 18+ Prompts- Please tag me if you use any cause I wanna read filth :)

“That’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl/boy.”

“You’re mine.”

“Is this ok?” As they stare up at you from in between your legs. (Consent is so fucking hot and important)

“Do that again- Shit, just like that, right there.”

Ghosting their lips against yours before pulling back with a smug smirk, making you chase them desperately.

Dragging one of their nails down the side of your neck and then middle of your chest.

“Please mark me, I want everyone to know I’m yours.”

“Spread your legs baby, that’s it… Wider.”

When they murmur pure filth into your ear while they’re touching you.

Fucking someone so good that they struggle to kiss you back.

Hands desperately clutching at one another, gasping into each other’s mouths as if you were starved of one another.

“On your knees.” While their fingers thread through your hair, guiding you onto the floor.

Smirking into a kiss/against your skin when you whimper at their touch.

“My little slut to ruin.”

Interlocking your fingers above your head while making out passionately.

Pulling them closer by the collar of their shirt or their belt.

“I’m yours. Only yours.”

“You’re in no position to tease baby, remember that.”

Soft, lazy kisses and innocent touches that turn bolder and more sinful as you just can’t resist each other.

“This is wrong.” “So wrong.” While continuing to pull at each others clothes, mind fogged with nothing but lust and arousal.

Want a Part 2?

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NANCY WHEELER (NOW AND THEN)

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my personal goal is to be the girl u can’t get out of ur head no matter how much u try

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Men who get so lost in kissing you as they fuck you that their thrusts halt completely. Too caught up in your mouth, your lips— it’s only when your walls twitch around them that they’re reminded of their duty. They make sure to ask for forgiveness with a particularly long, deep stroke as they bite down on your lower lip.

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woah

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Losing followers when I finally return to my blog. Damn, y’all

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I’m telling y’all, if you don’t listen to PLAZA and dxvn. - you are sleeeeeping on good shit. They’re in the style of Chase Atlantic. So fucking good.