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[irradiatedwarlock]

Please enjoy this serotonin boost. David Tennant dancing. Music by the band Tartanic. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 🕺🏻

Artist: Tartanic

Song: Briefcase No. 1

Album: Uncivilized (2008)

[uwudonoodle]

Needed some unicorn music tonight.

[hungrydogs-if]

finally finished thirteen's playlist.

here it is.

godspeed.

[x-heesy]

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢 𝙰𝚜𝚜!

𝙸𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 ✅

#panicdynamicpandemic #trackoftheday #gifattack #gifmania #moody #edm #electronicmusic #shakewhatyamamagaveya #raaaaven @bigbonzo #electroshockboogie #dancemfdance #partymusic #lostinmusic #thankslordfortechno

Potential Danger by ROÜGE 🎧🦄 ⚠️

[moneyyuny69]

[uni-blu]

Sorry but being good at maths and being in a class where no-one talks strokes my ego so bad cause ill answer like any question and the teacher is really nice :3

You had a favourite subject in School Uni? I know it was soooooo long ago cause youre sooo old kidding i swear!!

-Cola Anon

Heh, think I uh…Got used to ya guys callin’ me old. Don’t worry. (Besides, already gave ya ‘nough air jail lately. Heh.)

I really liked music class— Wasn’t part a’ orchestra, but they let me in band ‘cuz I played guitar! Kicked ass in woodshop too. Lemme tell ya, I can work WONDERS with power tools an’ some wood! WHOO!

[averyherochopra]

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[etavirp]

He's the one Who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it means Knows not what it means

[mingoosgf]

Spotify wrapped release is such an important world event laskshjsks

[badblood-lover1]

Comment “🫰" for BOTH!💙💜🫶❤️🦋✨

[wizardwinterwolf]

[x-heesy]

𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝝠𝗡 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗟𝗬 𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥

I’ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ I’ᴍ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ

I’ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴛᴇᴀᴅʏ ғɪᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ɪᴛᴄʜ

Sᴍᴀᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ sᴋᴜʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪɢ ᴀ ᴅɪᴛᴄʜ I ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀᴅʟᴇss

Rᴇsᴛʟᴇss, I’ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ ʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇss

Sɴᴀᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅɪᴇs ʙᴏɴᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғʟᴇsʜ ᴜᴘ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋғᴀsᴛ

Wɪᴛᴄʜ I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴍʏ ᴄᴀɴᴇ

Fʟᴀsʜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇ

Mᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ғᴀᴄᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴍᴀɢ ᴀɴᴅ sᴜᴍᴍᴏɴᴇʀ

Cᴀᴘᴇ I’ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀɪɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ sᴜᴍᴍᴏɴᴇʀ ᴍᴀɢᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ

Cʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ғᴀᴛᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴛᴇ

Gᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ sᴇᴇ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴘᴀɪɴ, ɴᴏᴡ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ ғᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ

I’ᴠᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏғғ

I ᴅᴜᴍᴘ ʜᴇʀ sʜᴇ ᴄᴏsᴛ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ

Bᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I’ᴍ ᴀ ᴘʜᴇɴᴏᴍᴇɴᴏɴ

Bᴜᴛ I ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ

Wᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟᴇᴀsʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʀ ɴᴏᴡ

Sʜᴇ sʜᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀɪᴘ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ

Sʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ

Sʜᴇ sᴘɪᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ᴋɪssɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴡ

Sʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ʟɪᴄᴋ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ

Mᴏᴏɴs ᴏᴜᴛ ɢᴏᴏɴs ᴏᴜᴛ, I ɢᴏᴛ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇs

Cʜᴀɪɴs, sɴᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴀɪɴs ʀᴇᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ғᴀᴄᴇ

Mᴏᴏɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ɢᴏᴏɴs ᴏᴜᴛ, I ɢᴏᴛ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇs

Cʜᴀɪɴs sɴᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴀɪɴs ʀᴇᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ғᴀᴄᴇ

Moons Out, Goons Out by Warlord Colossus

[flowerandblood]

Congrats on the milestone! For the celebration:

The Gate of Salvation

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The Salvation

[ young pope • Aemond x catholic • female ]

[ prompts: church, autumn, day, wedding, surprise, tender gestures, soft lovemaking ]

A short written as a celebration of my 4000 followers milestone as part of this ask game, which is part of The Gate of Salvation story.

Word Count: 1.700

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She had never before seen him as terrified as he was on their wedding day: he had been crying for days, convinced that something would happen to ruin this beautiful moment for them, only to panic a second later that he was condemning her to damnation and hell. She herself did not believe that love, on top of being bound by marriage before God, could be a sin, moreover worthy of such punishment.

Her words reassured him.

For a while.

His abdication as Pope was a turning point for them – immediately after he resigned from the priestly state he proposed to her the same day, demanding that they marry as soon as possible.

Her uncle, Cardinal Reene, had been elected by the conclave as the new Pope.

She thought he was the right man in the right place, able to play this dark, dangerous game.

The positive side of her uncle's new position was that he was deciding what was a sin and what was not, and benefiting most from her future husband's abdication, he gave them absolution and dispensation, announcing that he himself would marry them in a church in a small village near Rome.

This was to ensure that no one would find out about their past or seek information about them in the Vatican archives – it was most important to them that his identity – or at least his appearance – remained unknown to the public.

No one but Sister Alicent knew about her fiancé's past – she had lied to her family that they had met at the University where he was studying theology – which was not a lie, as indeed, he had graduated with honours in that subject.

She had the impression that he was going to faint when he squeezed her father's hand, hearing from him that he was surprised by such a sudden turn of events.

Her mother asked her if she had been too hasty with her decision, but she replied that it had been just the opposite.

Since they had obtained absolution, even though they lived in the same flat, her fiancé had insisted that they sleep in separate rooms – he knew that if he felt her warm body next to his he would not hold back, and he wanted everything to be as it should be.

They both suffered from this, full of tension and desire – she could feel in his short, light kisses when they met in the kitchen in the morning how frustrated he was, struggling to hide his swollen erection from her.

Trying to divert their thoughts from how much they missed each other physically, they focused on finding a new purpose in his life – for obvious reasons, her husband-to-be was lost.

He had spent most of his life in a monastery, then in a seminary, and then as a priest and cardinal in the Vatican – isolated from the outside world, he was terrified of the behaviour and appearance of people on the street, and a simple train ride from one village to another was something he found complicated, requiring effort and willpower.

He was afraid of strangers – afraid that they would recognise him, see him for who he was, although it was not possible – among crowds he would sometimes panic and lock himself in, simply freezing in the middle of the street, unable to move.

He asked her a lot of questions, as if he were a small child.

"Why do young girls dress in such a defiant way? Why do they let others see their bare bodies? Why does someone listen to music loudly on public transport and disturb others? Why does someone crumple books in a shop? Why did someone throw a paper on the ground instead of putting it in the bin?"

Seeing evil at every turn aroused his anger, but also his horror, and she realised that he would not be able to stand the hustle and bustle of a big city like Rome.

She decided that they would move out to the countryside.

As it turned out, this was the right solution – they rented a small house with a garden, overlooking the vineyards and pastures stretching all around, and her fiancé found peace. The isolation from the world had a soothing effect on him – they walked in the evenings and talked about faith, about art, about life, about their marriage, about their future.

Her future husband revealed to her that he wanted to help others.

To create some kind of foundation.

Finances were not a problem for them – her uncle had set their monthly income covered by the Vatican's coffers so high that they didn't know what to do with the money: that's why they used it as best they could, living modestly, the rest dedicating to helping those in need.

On the day of their wedding, they hadn't seen each other since the morning – her fiancé had convinced her that he couldn't look at her until she appeared at the altar with her father. She agreed, although hearing through the door that he was crying again, torn by conflicting emotions, she felt like her heart was about to break.

He had given up his life for her, everything he knew, everything that was familiar, safe, his.

"Just a few more hours." She assured him in a whisper.

She swallowed hard as he slid his hand under the door and she squeezed his fingers, wanting to give him courage.

When she saw him in the church, she had the impression that he was an angel – like her, he was dressed all in white – she smiled softly as she looked at his white turtleneck, white jacket, white trousers, white shoes, white rose tucked into his pocket, almost white short hair pulled elegantly back, a white artificial eye in his empty eye socket.

She pressed her lips together, as he did, feeling burning tears of emotion as she moved forward with her father, dressed in a simple, modest wedding gown with a garland of daisies on her head, holding a bouquet of field flowers in her hand.

She smiled broadly as she stood before him and saw that he reciprocated her expression, a single, lonely tear running down his cheek.

He was happy.

She vaguely remembered the moment when they spoke their vows and her uncle the Pope gave them his blessing, uniting them as husband and wife for eternity.

The way he kissed her greedily in front of everyone when it was announced aloud that they were married made her blush, making the wonderful squeeze between her thighs unbearable.

Her husband couldn't even last until the wedding cake – he said he needed her help with the jacket. She didn't understand what he meant, as it looked perfectly normal – it wasn't until the door of the hotel room, located above the wedding hall, closed behind them that she recognised his true plans.

She only sighed, surprised, when he pushed her onto the bed, pulling the fabric of her gown up, breathing heavily, as if he had made some enormous effort by waiting for so long.

She nodded her head in understanding and reached out to him, letting him lie between her thighs – as soon as he pulled her underwear off her they both moaned loudly, feeling him open her on the widest part of his length – he did it slowly and gently, sliding deeper and deeper into her soft, warm body, knowing that she wasn't properly prepared yet.

"– does it hurt? –" He exhaled, his face sunk into her plump cheek, his hands clenched on her thighs – she could feel him throbbing hard and she knew he was doing everything he could to not yet come inside her.

Admittedly, she felt a slight discomfort, but not so much that she couldn't enjoy the pleasure of this sudden act – on the contrary, her heart was pounding like mad in delight.

"– n-no – a few of your thrusts and I'll be wet – it's okay –" She whispered in his ear and he cried out loudly, clamping his hands on her buttocks, starting to pound into her like crazy. She bit her lower lip, trying to be quiet and not moan too loudly, which was difficult when he hit the sweet spot inside her every time.

"– Aemond – ah –" She mewled, throwing her head back, crossing her legs over his body – she could feel how much he needed it, how hard he was.

She knew he wouldn't be able to hold out for too long.

He hadn't touched himself at all, suffering the agony for weeks just like she did.

"– please – please –" He babbled, as if asking her permission – he groaned lowly as her pussy squeezed his swollen manhood at his words, sucking it in with a quiet clicks of her moisture, slapping his bare hips against hers with each successive thrust.

Her fulfilment was still a long way off, but she didn't have the heart to torture him any longer.

She knew he would reward her later that same night.

"– shhh – just come inside me, sweet husband –" She whispered, and he sighed, as if surprised by the use of the word, something he thought he would never hear.

His peak was so strong that he gasped loudly and clenched his eyes shut, with a few messy, sloppy thrusts trying to prolong his pleasure, his warm seed spilling deep inside her.

He fell on top of her, panting heavily, and she smiled under her breath, stroking his hair affectionately.

At last they were one.

Husband and wife.

"– forgive me – forgive me for being so selfish –" He muttered in breaking voice, his half-soft manhood still pulsing deep inside her.

She sighed quietly and shook her head, placing a tender, warm kiss on his temple.

"– no – I'm happy – we'll finish this later – we have to go downstairs now – someone has to cut that bloody cake –" She giggled, looking at him with amusement.

Her husband stroked her cheek, gazing at her as if she were the saint from Bernini's Baroque sculpture to which he had so often compared her.

Her portrait as Mary Magdalene hung in their bedroom and she flushed every time she looked at it, remembering what he had done to her to get such a blissful expression on her face.

"You are my Eve," he said, snapping her out of her reverie, "my Mary Magdalene, my Beloved from the Song of Songs."

She smiled broadly at his words, her hand combing through his short, fair hair.

"And you are my Salvation."

[etavirp]

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[mingoosgf]

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SPECIFIC MOVIE RECOMMENDATIONS #2

🌸Dreamy Escapes: Enchanting Old Fairy Tale Adaptations🌸

Hello, dreamers! 🌷🧚‍♀️✨

When the golden days of summer arrive, there's nothing quite like immersing oneself in the ethereal charm of fairy tales. Here are some vintage gems that provide a delightful escape into worlds where dreams and reality intertwine, capturing the essence of summer's enchanting spirit. 🍄🌿✨

🏰 Deváté Srdce (The Ninth Heart) (1978) Directed by Juraj Herz, this Czechoslovakian fairy tale follows Martin on a quest to save a princess from a dark sorcerer. With its gothic atmosphere and enchanting visuals, The Ninth Heart is a spellbinding mix of adventure and romance. 🌹✨

2. 🐉 Peau d'Âne (Donkey Skin) (1970) It's a whimsical adaptation of Charles Perrault’s fairy tale with surreal visuals, vibrant costumes, and a touch of musical magic. This film is a visual feast that perfectly captures the ethereal spirit of fairy tales. 👑✨

3. ˖🐚🫧 Rusalochka (The Little Mermaid) (1976) This Soviet adaptation of Hans Christian Andersen’s beloved tale brings a haunting beauty to the classic story. It captures the melancholy and magic of the mermaid’s world. This film is a must-watch for fairy tale enthusiasts. 🧜‍♀️✨

4. 🦄Jak se budí princezny (How to Wake a Princess) (1978) is a charming Czechoslovakian film directed by Václav Vorlíček. It's a delightful retelling of the Sleeping Beauty tale, following a prince's quest to awaken a princess from a magical slumber. The film features enchanting storyline and picturesque settings, blending romance, adventure, and classic fairy tale magic beautifully. 🪄💫

5.🎭 Tři oříšky pro Popelku (Three Wishes for Cinderella) (1973) Another Czechoslovakian film (I love them) features Cinderella, played by Libuše Šafránková, who uses three magical hazelnuts to change her destiny. The film’s enchanting scenery and heartwarming narrative create a perfect escape into a magical winter wonderland. ❄️🔮

6.🦋 The Singing Ringing Tree (1957) This surreal and visually captivating story follows a prince on a quest to win the love of a princess, with the help of a magical tree. Its fantastical sets and dreamlike quality make it an enchanting watch. 🍃📜

Light some candles, pour yourself a refreshing summer drink, and let these vintage fairy tales whisk you away to magical realms.

Send you love and stardust (another list soon)🎀🪞🩰🦢🕯️