#(i have glasses)

[meantforinfinitesadness]

Imagine being able to see for free

[alyjojo]

Happy Eclipse Season!

🌒October 14 (Solar) & 28 (Lunar)🌖

Eclipses happen all of the time, several times a year, and bring with them beginnings & endings that align with our destined paths…or don’t. They are often shown connected with the North & South nodes, and the months where the Sun/Moon is aligned or conjunct with the current nodes - have the most potent impact - over a 6 month period.

This year’s being Libra and Aries, lessons around we/others/people pleasing and relationships vs. I/myself/independence and forging new paths - are highlighted.

Tomorrow is the Solar Eclipse in Libra, aligned with the current South Node, this can bring shocking awareness to old patterns of behavior, toxic relationships, financial problems, what’s needing to be released in order to head towards the new. Being Solar & bringing in fresh energy, with Libra SN ruling over partnerships, endings often coincide with new beginnings and especially so right now.

What may come as a shock to you is meant to jolt you back onto your Node’s alignment in any areas you may have strayed from it, and over the next couple of weeks, realizing what needs to end in order to forge ahead on a new path for yourself - with the Taurus full moon & lunar eclipse on October 28.

These topics (personal to you & your own chart, where Aries/Libra is for you and what planets they aspect), will continue to build & change over the next 6 months. By next eclipse in Aries season when these signs are aligned with the Nodes properly (Aries North, Libra South), many of you will have made significant progress in releasing any old stagnant energy and moving towards a new & empowering one (especially being Aries).

Cardinal signs, air & fire signs are likely to feel this particular eclipse season the most, wherever the nodes are in your chart. Not all areas of the world will see the eclipses in the same way, some regions are better than others & the times all differ as well, we miss many lunar eclipses because…sleep, and solar ones due to it happening on the other side of the world, so make sure you know where the best viewing point is for your area. It’s also a perfect time to set your intentions for any goals/dreams you wish to see or start working towards, now is the time 💜

And never look at a Solar Eclipse without special eclipse glasses, you will burn your eyeballs.

[lilmissasap]

sometimes i worry that i have astigmatism because when im typing on a computer there are two lines of the words ive written but the bottom line of words is faint and fuzzy

[daclium]

Researcher

[lemongogo]

dont forget what happened to icarus

[wrenfeathers]

more humanformers stuff:

[zorangezest]

more of this shattered glass au!

here’s the high guard! elita, bee & orion together overpower D pretty easily and start frolicking through the city laying waste to everything, so they side with D to help him make a stand against his ex-gang and….they have a big fight or something??? i dont know!! but it’s cool to draw!!

Orion, bee, and elita still ultimately end up killing alpha trion through the power of friendship, but thats a comic for another time!!

[jo-the-cosmic-being]

I loved the plot of this movie guys

Munich: The Edge of War Director Christian Schwochow

[inkskinned]

i am an admitted summer girly but i have to say. winter food??? .... i have no arguments. divine. otherworldly. an absolute lineup of treasure. stew. mac & cheese. soups. hot cocoa. roast beast and who-hash. girl i quake. i feel like a mouse in a redwall book. fuckken rubbing my hands together with glee. my friend offered me a second snickerdoodle and my gay ass chuckled, "don't mind if i do." not a hint of fuckken irony. and you know what ???? DONT MIND IF I DO!!!!!!!!!!!

[sherurose]

Viktor & Jayce in Arcane (2.08) // so elegant and sensual.. and FOR WHAT.

i'm obsessed.

[deandraxon]

Made the mistake of bringing up that needing glasses is a disability on tiktok and people got real mad.

“You can fix it with glasses” yeah, cuz they’re a disability aid? But like, I still have to pay 160 bucks to use my own fucking eyes?

Like, by definition, if your eyes do not work without aid, you have a disability to see.

Having a disability doesn’t automatically put you in what people consider the “disabled” category, but that doesn’t change the fact that it is in fact, a disability.

[sunsburns]

imagine trying to keep up with clark 🤯 (18+)

clark kent is an undeniably gentle lover—clumsy at times, almost bashful, his movements hesitant in a way that’s endearing. sometimes, he looks to you for reassurance, those soft blue eyes pleading, asking if he’s making you feel good.

and he always does.

he knows your body so well it’s almost frustrating. his hands, his mouth, the way his voice drops just slightly when he whispers your name—it’s enough to leave you trembling every time.

he always tells you that you do. “perfect,” he murmurs against your skin, his breath warm and uneven as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. his voice is wrecked, raw in a way that makes you believe him—for a moment.

but there are things you’ve started to notice.

like the way he lingers for just a second too long, his lips brushing your temple as if hesitating to pull away or draw you closer. or how his hands tremble slightly when they release you, the strength behind them still careful, too careful. then, there are the moments he waits for you to fall asleep—the soft creak of the mattress, the shuffle of his feet as he slips out of bed, barely disturbing the air.

it’s always the same. the quiet click of the bathroom door, the faint rush of water as he turns on the shower.

you know what he’s doing in there.

and it eats at you, imagining him under the stream of hot water, head tilted back, his chest heaving as he works through the need that still claws at him. need that you weren’t able to fully satisfy.

once, you caught him. half-asleep and bleary-eyed, you stirred when the bed dipped, his weight returning as if nothing had happened. his skin was still damp, his hair darker and curling against his forehead.

but you want to be the one to help him blow off that steam.

“just blowing off some extra steam,” he said softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

no, you need to be the one.

you want him completely undone—panting, his chest heaving, red staining his cheeks while he’s too wrecked to say anything but your name. you want him shaking with pleasure, the same way he leaves you, winded and unable to think of anything else.

you want him gasping, moaning louder, his voice breaking apart as he tries to keep himself together. you want to see spit pooling at the corners of his lips, his body shuddering uncontrollably. you want him to blow load after load—on you, with you, inside you—until neither of you can take any more.

you just have to make sure you don’t turn the tables on yourself.

“you got another one for me, hun?” clark pleads, his voice soft but ragged.

his curls stick to his forehead, damp with sweat, and his face is flushed deeper than you’ve ever seen. his big hands hold your hips gently, fingers twitching as if he’s trying to resist gripping you tighter.

you’re blubbering, incoherent, your eyes unfocused as your nails scrape at his shoulders. it’s ridiculous trying to leave marks on steel skin, but the feeling of him, the weight of him, makes it impossible to stay still.

you’ve finally managed to corner him. after weeks, nearly a month of easing him into the idea that you could keep up with him, he let you try. and now he’s showing you a side of himself you’ve never seen before.

his body trembles against yours, his movements are frantic, urgent, a stark contrast to the measured pace he usually sets. your legs ache as you struggle to keep up, your body pliant and exhausted, while he bucks up against you, doing most of the work after you had given up on riding him.

he moves you easily, up and down his cock, his strength apparent even in his restraint. his head falls back against the headboard, blue eyes locked on yours, his glasses long discarded.

in all honesty, you don’t know if you have another one in you. you’d lost count three orgasms ago. you must’ve been delusional thinking you could keep up with clark kent, a man who is finally breaking a sweat, his broken moans and soft whimpers starting to turn into ones you’ve never heard from him before. even after cumming countless times, making a mess of your sheets, he still wants more, asks for it, begs for it—he needs more, he can take more, wants to give you more.

the slow drag of his cock, sliding in and out of you, has you mewling, tears staining your cheeks as the pleasure mounts again. his grip is firm but careful, guiding you, ensuring you can take everything he’s giving.

he makes you feel so good. your body trembling in his hands, every nerve alight and melting under his touch. you’ve become putty for him to mould.

it’s a little embarrassing, honestly—that he’s got you like this. you were supposed to be the one pleasing him, breaking him down, undoing him. not the other way around.

but he seems perfectly satisfied with the way things are right now.

you’re fully collapsed onto him now, your strength all but gone. his hips jerk upwards, his movements frantic and desperate, breath puffing hot air against your ear.

“can you… can you look at me?” he pleads, his voice cracking as his hands shift from your hips to cradle your face, tilting your head so you’re staring into his glassy, almost desperate eyes. “look at me while you come—it’ll make me come, too. please.”

you mean to whine, his touch burning against your skin, but the sound catches in your throat when you see him.

he looks utterly wrecked.

his eyes are clouded, unfocused, his lips slick and parted, his brow furrowed with something between pain and pure desire. you imagine you look much the same—spit glistening on your chin, cheeks flushed and tear-streaked, wetness trailing down your thighs.

he holds your gaze for a moment, his thumb brushing your lower lip before slipping into your mouth.

then, both of you move at once—you surge forward to kiss him, capturing those perfect, pink lips, your movements slow and languid while he remains restless. he adjusts to your pace, pulling you impossibly closer.

his blue eyes roll back as he thrusts into you again. one hand traces lines up your spine while his lips devour yours, leaving you trembling and teetering on the edge within minutes.

his kisses turn softer, trailing to your cheek, his teeth catching on your skin as he nips gently. “i’m not hurting you, am i?” he murmurs, his voice trembling. “i know it’s sensitive, baby. tell me if it’s too much, okay? i can stop if—”

“no, please,” you whimper, terrified he might actually stop. “it’s so good.”

you’re drunk with desire, clenching tightly around him.

“you feel so good, baby. so fucking good. you’re taking me so well.” his next thrust is sharp, deep, dragging a cry from your lips as he stills, buried to the hilt. “you’re gonna make me come again,” he groans, his voice breaking.

“fuck, please—”

“i want you to come for me again,” he interrupts, his desperation bleeding through. “you’re so tight and hot when you do. i need it again—please, baby, one more for me. can you give me one more?”

“i—yeah,” you nod, trembling, your body already vibrating on the verge of release.

he hardly gives you a moment to recover before he’s crooning, “one more, just one more, please, please, please—”

clark kent is completely undone.

[ethosiab]

I see a lot of designs out there in which tango has red tinted glasses/goggles (mine included) but I don't think enough of us acknowledge how much that would affect his vision

[anne-the-insomniac]

I at times relate to animals who tilt their head when their confused cause when I was younger the doctors who checked my eyes were like yeah girl u good you see like a normal human no need for glasses.

AND YET THE WAY I LOOK AT WORDS TO READ THEM!!! Is with me squinting and then tilting my head.

It somehow was clearer in my child brain.

Like squinting is zooming in the camera while tilting your head is to make it focus.

[tricodekus]

Tsukki meets one of his fans (bokuaka child)

[cutetanuki-chan]

she's mesmerized