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HOMESICK, pt. 10

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PATREON

[ex-jock-enthusiast]

As cuffing season tightens its wintery grip, @chasing-gayns on insta reminds me of the immortal words of SZA, a mantra to hold fast to as the nights draw in: 'I want a big boy, I need a big boy, gimme a big boy.'

[evermore-fashion]

Did I make a mistake?

As you're all well aware of I said goodbye to my blogs and Tumblr thinking my decision was final. However after reading all your wonderful messages I started to have doubts about my decision. So for the last few weeks I've been trying to pinpoint why I thought I had fallen out of love with high end fashion as well as Tumblr itself and the answer has been in front of my face for the best part of four years. A broken down friendship that has been plaguing my mental health… until recently and I'm going to finally explain why. I had a best friend for the best part of 15 years that went downhill both slowly and unexpectedly. We met on a forum back in 2005 and hit it off instantly. We then met up and went on various holidays, attended concerts together, did mini weekend breaks away and got to know each other's families really well. More importantly they were the only person in my life who knew about this blog and shared my love for high end fashion. Like most friendships though it had its ups and downs but no matter what we always gravitated back towards one another, until March 2020. A week or so before COVID and lockdown took hold of our lives they told me they had met someone. I was genuinely happy for them, except for the fact they had let slip that I was the last person to know. This broke my heart and their trust as they continued to let slip more details that indicated that I was being pushed out in favour of a new crowd (aka university friends who they had told me they disliked a few months beforehand) alongside their new partner. They stayed with their partner on and off throughout COVID and I was either pushed out the door or let back in depending on their relationship status. The relationship came to an end for good towards the end of 2022 and as always I was let back into their life with plans for 2023 being made. However I held back knowing the hurt it would cause me if things suddenly changed again. This was also my breaking point with them as I wanted to protect my heart from anymore hurt, and I believe this is where my love for creativity began to faulter. Whilst I found my love for gaming I felt this mental block around Evermore-Fashion and Evermore-Grimoire which I thought was down to my passions changing. I was clearly wrong. The friendship was up and down for another six months, until last summer. They had got back in contact with me despite the fact they had started acting cold towards me which manifested in a crap Christmas and Birthday. Yet I was still willing to hear their side of the story, but it never came as they ghosted me and I haven't spoken to them since which hasn't been fun to deal with both mentally and emotionally. Although I now fully believe this is what was killing my spirit and everything I had loved for so long. Anyway fast forward to January 2024, I've said goodbye to my blogs and Tumblr when lo and behold I come across a social media post that changed everything. The ex friend had written something personal that contradicted everything they had told me (over their relationship break up) which not only angered me but it lit a fire under my butt to stop stewing in the "what ifs?" as well as holding on to a small bit of hope that they'd finally apologise for treating me like a piece of shit on the back of their shoe for so long. Not only that but I started to miss why I enjoyed being online in the first place. I checked out Vogue to see what was occurring during Paris Fashion Week and I yearned to share the Spring 2024 Couture collections on Tumblr (even though I still think it's still a toxic cesspit). Yes I could easily start this up on Wordpress or Instagram but let's face it, Tumblr is still the easiest place to start blogging creatively. So here I am. The fog surrounding my love for fashion has lifted alongside the mental and emotional baggage I've been holding on to for far too long. There's just one thing I'm still wondering though… do you guys forgive me (as I feel like I've messed you all around ) and is it okay to come back? 🥹

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Se me cayó en lienzo

[tvshowfeels]

Queens

[ramheadedgirl]

bloodwar - subordinate (my own series commissioned very generously by zirkalaritz)

[nikinikori]

till death do we part

[artamee]

ROTTMNT SHIRT 🎸🐢

Kick off the new year with a Rise of the TMNT MAD DOGS™ band tee! Pre-orders end January 7th. Link HERE

I got these mineral wash shirts printed by Raw Paw, an artist-run print studio in Austin, Texas. They manage shipping & handling and are great at what they do. I bought one for myself (creator sample) and I’m obsessed with it—the print quality is great! You can also get it as a tank top.

[fashionsfromhistory]

hey y'all how you doing?

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HOMESICK, pt. 8

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PATREON

[gilverrwrites]

But who’s is who’s? I kinda want to hear your thoughts about having slade as a dom 👀

-🐝

*! YOU'VE ACTIVATED MY NONSENSICAL YAPPING TRAP CARD !*

It could go either way. I was leaning toward Roman/Reader, Slade/Jason, but oh to willingly be at Deathstrokes mercy!

He’s not a mean dom, but he most certainly isn’t soft either. He’s mostly just a dirty old man really.

He’s not like Roman who wants to punish you. When Slade gives you a task, or sets out rules, he expects you to accomplish them. He holds you to a high standard. He takes no joy (well, maybe a little) in disciplining you, but he will do it if needs be.

You’ve gotta be a service sub*; gotta take pride and pleasure in performing acts of service for him. Brats (Jason) are welcome too, he will break tame you. Again, the punishment isn’t the fun, it’s the end result, the needy little sub, desperate for his dick, that’s the fun. (Unless you want to delve into some dead dove, non-con, hate sex talks, but for now were sticking with consensual dom/sub dynamics)

Free use to him, but only behind closed doors. Don’t be fooled, he will ogle you and make details, shamelessly sexual comments in public, but that’s as far as it goes, and if he’s on a job, forget about it. There's a time and a place for everything.

However, he does expect flexibility. You’re at his beck and call, and if you don’t make it to him in a timely manner he won’t be happy.

Other, but not all kinks that speak to me:

Orgasm control, cumming is a reward for a job well done, you have to earn it.

Abrasions and markings. He wants everyone to know who’s in charge.

Choke me, daddy.

He’s just generally rough. Not impact or electro rough, but spanking, slapping, biting, face fucking. The kind of rough he can inflict with his body and nothing else.

He also doesn’t mind you getting rough back, not deliberately but if you need to dig your nails in or bite down on something, you may use him.

Furthermore, size difference, he’s impossibly big and strong so it’s not hard to do; he likes having someone he can pick up and throw around like a rag-doll.

Name calling.

Human furniture; extending from service. Don’t just bring him his drink, look pretty, stay still, and hold it for him.

Mirrors, likes to make you watch while he ruins your body for anybody else, but even more he likes DIY porn. So when he’s away on business he can have you watch yourself being used over and over again, edging yourself for hours, days, weeks until he gets home.

Dare I suggest bathroom control- purely as punishment. Humiliation to remind you who calls the shots.

*Service isn’t just about sex. He also expects things like: helping him dress and undress, grooming him, bathing him, mending his wounds and armour, cleaning his weapons. - This is not a tradpartner thing, it’s about showing respect and admiration for him, or just generally helping him relax.

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Eddo Hartmann

Edelweiss, Priorzersk, Kazachstan, 2019

@Huis van Marseille, Amsterdam

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i'm like, fine