#12:35

[glimmerofawesome]

[tulipsandall]

how am i supposed to react when he apologizes for the first time, gives me a hug and admits he was wrong?

[doctorsiren]

Have you considered wrightworth, but as old men?

best I can do is hot middle-aged men 😁

[batfam-belfry]

I love it when they refer to themselves as brothers <3

[dykeomania]

PLS write smut for Hazel from bottoms..I need her so bad I fear..maybe like subtop!hazel..is her having a strap too far..I need her..

this is not. a full fledged fic. but this is the first time in a sec that ive let myself be inspired by an ask. this is weirdly switcher and just pure gay-sexier than it is subby!hazel. lmk if you want things to get subbier, bc i can probably do that. but for rn i have.. this image.. and i want you to walk with me on this but also hold my hand because i'm #supershy,

(minors [including 17 year olds 🙏🏽] dni fr, under the cut: not that proofread. strap lol (r!r), foul language, breeding... language... (my bad) (hazel has a strap tho), subtop!hazel except i could've made this shit so much worse so i guess switch!hazel but like, switch!reader, idk everyone's just a whore. there's an "i love you" (or.. multiple, i guess). there's a mirror. there's a vibrator. purely stream of consciousness, i don't even think the position they're fucking in makes physical sense fr. i was bored and i was thinking, so i wrote a lot. this whole thing is not realistic btw. i have very little confidence that hazel's blowing anyone's back out, but. it's my first day out in a min so i'm rusty. all respect to the community. next time when i pull up, i'll offer something a little more tame and saccharine as opposed to [exaggerated p*rnstar moans!!!]. reblogs and whatnot appreciated.)

so, i have this .. picture.

of you putting a bullet vibe in the pocket of hazel's strap before she fucks you from behind for the first time.

she eventually finds the confidence to blow your back out, and tbh, you think it's gonna end with you seeing stars because you can already hear the fucking lottery machines going off in your head. she's fucking you so well, and hazel's problem is that you're letting her know.

at first she thinks she's going crazy. but those fucking mewls into the pillow over how deep she is, how she's making you feel so good, how you've missed her so much, are sending shocks through her clit that the vibe keeps amplifying, everytime her pelvis hits your ass.

if she thrusts hard enough, which god knows she does, it almost makes her buckle over.

you're left clenching the sheets, and gasping against the linen while she fucks you, taking you in a way that's so uncharacteristically perverse that you don't even have the brain capacity to ask yourself why you didn't ask her to take you like this, sooner. her thrusts are quick and shallow, her words breathy and a little sharp. with every jolt of your body forwards as she experimentally blows your back out, it's like you feel yourself becoming more and more removed from this fucking planet. you can't help but cry -- sob, even -- as she makes you into a mess of limbs, leaving you tugging at your tits in one split second, and gripping at the sheets the next.

something happens, though.

where her hips rut into yours in deep, hard thrusts, spaced out by what feels like eternities, you can hear her. she's moaning now, breath quickening and chest rippling everytime her crotch hits yours at a particular angle. she's mewling, and unless you're hallucinating from how fucked up you are, you can hear her --

"fuck... f--uuh--ck, fuck, fuckfuck..."

-- silently beginning to whimper.

the girl goes from bullying your cunt to burying her strap deep enough in it to make the apex of its curve nudge against your g-spot, in a way that leaves your mouth hanging wide open with nothing spilling out of it maybe other than drool, but...

it's the slick warmth of hazel's back pressed nearly flush against yours and the heat of her breath against your shoulder that makes your eyes flutter open, facing your reflection in the floor-length mirror stationed across from hazel's bed.

hazel's in it so deep, you can't even see the strap anymore. and by no exaggeration, it's like an earthquake pulses through her body everytime she nudges her hips into your ass, making your vision blurry. she's rutting into you. greedily grinding her strap into your cunt in the effort of chasing her own high.

it wasn't a secret that hazel was sensitive. more often than not, the poor girl writhed against your mouth whenever she let you put it on her ("let you" is a loose sentence -- she begs for it, sometimes). you don't even know why you're surprised that your girlfriend is getting this close over having a bullet vibe pressed against her clit, hardly protected by fabric. "b--babe--"

what sounds like a plea, amongst the feeling of hazel's thighs trembling against the back of yours, inspires something sinister inside you.

you wind your hips against her, pressing back against the strap and the toy. the sight of your ass rolling against hazel's pelvis, combined with how good it feels is gonna actually, like, make hazel fucking--

"don't cum."

she loses her breath, entirely, and her rhythm, apparently. she slows, as if that was her body's instinct to obey your orders, despite the string of breaths that tumbles out of her mouth. "n-- wha-- fuck, no, nonono--"

you wind your hips deeper into hers, extracting a moan from your own throat -- fuck, maybe your gut, since that's how deep you could feel her. you press your ass into her until you feel the buzz of the vibe against folds, the frequency of it changing and humming as you press it further into her clit. "y--es," you grit. "don't fucking cum yet, hazel."

the dull, rolling vibrations through the fabric of the strap draw hazel's eyes into the back of her head, and then closed. she's grunting now -- or all of the above -- and she tries her best to unchap her lips, fruitlessly dragging over them. the little breaths she takes through them only brings them back to being puffy, pink, and a gateway of noise that gives evidence to struggle.

"gonna let me count you down?" you puff out your sentence in one breath, and hazel can fucking hear the grin in your still-fucked-out tone and it makes her whine louder.

"yeah? gonna fuckin' let me count you down so you can cum in me, haze?"

cum.. in you. three words that you'd never even fucking uttered to her before this, and that she never fucking thought she would ever hear and.. it looks like she can't complain, because her eyes roll into the back of her head and hazel swears that she -- at least, briefly -- meets jesus christ, "oh my god--," hazel slurs, hips rolling impossibly deeper into yours, it's a miracle she hasn't swabbed your cervix yet -- "ohmygod, oh my god--"

"three..."

ohfuck. ohfuck,ohfuck,ohfuck,ohfuck. it's the soft chorus that she whispers to herself as she starts to fuck herself into you, again, opting for thrusts as a means of trying to regain control with no consideration for your demise. the vision of her blurs in the mirror, and you feel your fists grasping at her sheets again.

"fuck--" you croak. "t--two.."

she pulls you further into her, and at this point, hazel's okay with being written off as a lost cause, 'cause fuck, it's not like she has a choice. the strap brief is soaked and it's entirely your fault, and god, she throws her head back. a mess of words, a mess of sensations, hazel just blurts, "oh my g--od--i love you--"

you burst out laughing at the random proclamation, admist everything.

she forces her head down to watch you, jaw hung open. and at this point, she's just speaking. rambling and slurring and gasping, tears-in-eyes-in-awe-and-all, as she watches you throw your ass back against her.

"iloveyou so much, you're so f--ucking hot, whatthefuck?--"

there's something weirdly sweet about it. something that makes your cunt clench around the strap in a way that hollows you out shortly thereafter, and lets hazel hit that fucking spot just right. before you know it, you're wherever hazel is, cunt fully creaming around the silicon.

"i love you--" you dumbly spit out a giggle, a gasp causing a steam of spit to cascade off your bottom lip and onto hazel's navy sheets. "babe," you warn. "ohfuck, ohmyfuckinggod, you're gonna make me cu---"

"fuckingsayone," hazel, unbelievably pleads while she unbelievably spears her strap into your cunt. "oh my fucking god, say one, please, please, pleaseplease--"

she starts begging. unprompted. "it's s-so good, it's so, so good, feels so fucking good, wanna c--um in you--" and she probably repeats it. probably repeats that she wants to cum in you until she's blue in the face and,

"o-one--"

until you let her.

the noise that's ripped from hazel's throat is .. embarrassing. virginal, almost. fully reverberates off the walls, and she trembles. her clit convulses against the vibe, twitching with every short stream of her release and she folds. poor girl was holding your hips for something -- for reassurance, to get a grip, dear life, perhaps? as her hips languidly fuck and press into the surface of your ass., rocking your near limp-frame after you've pretty much creamed all over her strap.

hazel hangs over you for god knows how long, dark hair shaggy and some strands stuck to her forehead in wavy wisps. cheeks flushed, and lower lip bitten to hell. the bullet vibe fucking dies, thank god almighty, because god knows she was not in any shape to reach down and turn it off.

she stays like that for a while, until she you feel her again. this time, only gentler, and much more like herself. soft hands caressing the skin of your back, her breath warm and shaky as she peppers a splay of kisses across your skin.

as you come from the surface of your own high, you feel yourself hum. still full of her, and dizzy with it. despite it, you manage -- slurring, slightly.

"haze?"

there's a hum, somewhere.

"did that really feel that good?"

hazel distantly nods, brown locks brushing against your back.

"uh.." hazel frowns, letting out a weak laugh. "y-yeah, honestly."

the mental note gets filed away somewhere deep in the haze of your brain and you grin, when you press your ass one against her just for shits and giggles and hear her gasp, from the sensitivity of it alone.

"that's my girl."

[cconfusedkat]

Doodle dump

Stuff from pinterest lol-

[a-d-nox]

More on human design ya-hoo!

human design: the throat

the throat is an energetic hot spot - a motor center for quite a few people. it's the center where creation happens, manifestation occurs, and expression takes place. this is our voice. this where are dream occur and where we determine if we are going to take action to make them happen. this is the place where teaching, leadership, education, and knowledge are at a forefront.

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defined: speaking your mind, expressing your emotions, conveying your emotions with ease and sincerity, active, creative, communicative, consistent, confident, making things happen, storytelling, opinionated, good listener, etc.

undefined: chatterbox, struggling to get the point across, dominating a conversation, interrupting others, inconsistent, speech impediments, anxious, silence is power, etc.

gates

8 - contributing: involved, inspiring to others, promoting ideas, honest, constantly wanting to help or have something to add, dislike for being on the sidelines, needing to be in the action, wanting to make a difference, taking charge, directing others, human glue, loyal, respected, etc.

12 - stillness: cautious, shy, concerned, unsure of your own feelings, warning others, wariness, dreamer, idealistic, seeking evolution, procrastinating, moving others, etc.

16 - selectiveness: has foresight, seeing potential, enthusiastic, withdraws, hypercritical of all things, thinks collectively, enthusiastic, a chaser, etc.

20 - grounded: is in the now, thinks about the present moment, limited to no regrets, resents very little, no stress regarding the past, lets go of high expectations, hopeful for the future, watchful, contemplative, etc.

23 - assimilating: bringing dramatic change to the world, shakes life up, seeks new perspectives in all things, radicalism, new approaches, straight to the point, authoritative, sounds knowledgeable/factual, direct, blunt, has profound insight, truthful, etc.

31 - influential: has authority, is hard to ignore, is a leader, reliable, logical, future thinking, gifted director, organized, encourages others, etc.

33 - escapist: storyteller, reflective, succinct, straightforward, meant to experience a lot in this life time, mulls over the past, sharp mind, great memory, chronically fatigued, etc.

35 - progressive: every last drop, opportunistic, a tempest, volatile at times, impatient, expansive, dislikes boredom, seeks experience, love of learning, fears regret, "what if", restless, glass half full, easily frustrated, feeling drained, etc.

45 - together: regal, astute, wealthy, wanting the best for the whole, penny pincher, etc.

56 - wanderer: traveler, wants to broaden their horizons, storyteller, fascinating, constantly feels lost in life, seeks reassurance where they can, dramatic embellishments, human bs detector, stimulated by all things, etc.

62 - detailed: conscientious, broad understanding of all things, hard to be misunderstood, preceptive, factual, logical, thorough, authoritative, compelling, convincing, detached, objective, etc.

no gates: expressive, understanding of all things, can do anything they put their mind to, getting caught up in everyone else's stuff, etc.

channels that connect from the throat to the mind

channels that connect from the throat to the self

8 -> 1 - inspiring: creative, influential, leader, guide, takes charge, has a strong sense of self, trustworthy, motivational, makes things happen, product of their environment, empowering others, etc.

20 -> 10 - aware: has a strong sense of self, loves life, sees beauty in all things, empowers others, shares candor with others, dreams of the world becoming a better place, etc.

31 -> 7 - leader: born leader, know they have purpose despite uncertainty, stands out, recognizable, logical, authoritative, radical, positive change, etc.

31 -> 13 - trustworthy: lead witness, enduring, experiences many things, natural reporter, wise, great listener, talkative, confidante to many, magnetic, the shoulder to cry on, seeks reassurance in many things, nostalgic, sentimental, can read people easily, perceptive, empathetic, etc.

channels that connect from the throat to the heart

45 -> 21 - rich: capable of attracting wealth, comfortable in the material world, likely to be in a position of power, prestigious, freedom, autonomous, etc.

channels that connect from the throat to the spleen

16 -> 48 - talented: creative, masterful, diligent, "everything is just so", perfectionist, wants to get it right the first time, "body electric" by lana del rey, etc.

20 -> 57 - impulsive: intuitive, expressive, one step ahead of everyone else, perceptive, twitchy, thinks on their toes, intrusive thoughts, interrupting others, talking over others, anxious, worried, etc.

channels that connect from the throat to the emotions

12 -> 22 - openness: emotional, has character depth, empowering, vulnerable, unpredictable, makes great things happen, "i took the path less traveled", innovative, calm, self assured, passionate, understanding, mood swings, wants to succeed more than anything, etc.

35 -> 36 - versatility: wants to experience everything, transient person, everything is short lived, has an urgency for living, jack of all trades, master of none, passionate, thrill seeker, makes drama for entertainment, wanderer, etc.

channels that connect from the throat to the sacral

20 -> 34 - bees: active, happiest at work, gets fully immersed in everything they do, unstoppable, capable, charismatic, energetic, to-do lists, empowers others, etc.

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[maybeyoullfindthissomeday]

I can tell.

Just burn my tongue, douse it in kerosene, set it aflame for the lingual intruder acts if it does not belong to me, oh but it did… to a despondent, dispassionate, dim-witted version of me; so cauterize away my ability to say such reckless things when the darkness has hazed my deliberation and let my buds remember this minute, this day forever, hence I shall never be in this negligent state to fruitlessly mistreat the dearest of my life for I will see unambiguously in a different light.

[axolotluv]

[arsmentae]

Wyper is 22 years old pre TS

[jtl-fics]

TBD please?

12/4/24 - WIP Wednesday (Closed) | TBD AU

“Why?”

Why really is the question isn’t it?

“I don’t know.” Andrew admits.

“Is there a reason you might be putting it off?” Betsy asks, not needling but broadening the scope for Andrew to consider.

Andrew does consider it. He considers a reason he might be putting it off other than the obvious of not wanting to properly forgive his brother yet. 

“I want to forgive him,” comes out of him so easily and honestly. “I’m worried if we talk I might not be able to. I want to be part of his life.”

12/11/24 WIP Wednesday: HERE

[emry-stars-art]

👑 ROYAL AU TUMBLR LORE MASTERPOST 👑

Linked in order of when they were posted to tumblr.

Find the writing masterpost here 💕

The first sketch dump

A first meeting pt1 / pt2 A misunderstanding the king and queen overview/plot post pt1 / pt 2 confident Nathaniel how Abram got his scars no one will ever know where the prince's favor lies early possible twinyards backstory hurt/comfort of post-Evermore Abram's lashing scars caring for Abram's scars Abram doesn't realize Andrew is courting him A different kind of therapy (royal au inspiration pinterest board) Abram feeling guilty Lyndis's courting realization idea Another 'Abram realizes he's being courted' One of Abram's favorite courting gifts more sketches don't call Abram pretty Lady Allison's new head of staff Twinyard backstory second Tuesday of the month is Market Date day now Maserati is a courting gift from Abram sketches from that scene ^ Abram's experience with nobility and royalty blacksmith Jean (and more Jean) the cats Abram and gloves and touch Andrew's Darcy-hand-flex fencing High Prince Riko's court Abram's scars ache in the cold Andrew and Abram dancing The Spear family and Drake Abram and Katelyn Andrew and Renee Abram's brands pt1 / pt2 Andrew and Abram's hair care

Andrew’s casual behavior

Washing Abram's hair

Pet names

Kateaaron’s wedding

Andreil first kiss

whumptober 1: drugging

whumptober 6: forced to hurt others

Day and Abram; Abram’s recovery

whumptober 9: scar reveal

whumptober 10: branding

whumptober 15: muzzle

whumptober 20: dehumanization

whumptober 22: whipping

comfort (wip): getting Abram to relax

whumptober 27: locked away

comfort: forehead kiss for Abram

royal twinyards

Jean thoughts

nanowrimo update 1

Kissing Abram's scars

Clothing designs?

Tiptoe around the new prince (or guard. Depending on the pov) (snippet)

Where's Stuart?

Abram's love language (memeposting)

Nathaniel's arrival in Palmetto Towers (snippet)

Cat #1 acquired (snippet)

Cozy bathtime

Lil jerejean

Evermore royalty structure

Prince and Lord Minyard (snippet)

A royal wedding?.. 👀

Abram's love language pt2

Paladin Renee

[walkswithmyfather]

Mark 1:35 (FBV). “Very early in the morning, while it was still dark, Jesus got up and went alone to a quiet place to pray.”

Luke 5:16 (MSG). “As often as possible Jesus withdrew to out-of-the-way places for prayer.”

Luke 6:12 (ESV) “In these days he went out to the mountain to pray, and all night he continued in prayer to God.”

Matthew 6:6 (ESV). “But when you pray, go into your room and shut the door and pray to your Father who is in secret. And your Father who sees in secret will reward you.”

Whatever time of day it is, life is so much better with God. Jesus, who WAS God, still went away many times to pray with His Heavenly Father. We could have no better example of how important prayer is.

Friend, have a wonderful, blessed Wednesday! Amen! 🙏🕊️🙌

[picsofgavinreed]

[lobotomy-lady]

I wrote out an entire dissertation length rant but I'm actually deleting it & just leaving a gif that captures the energy of my current predicament in far less words

[permanentreverie]

guys i know i joke saying i like older men. but DAMN.