#8-11-2022

[ot7bswan]

it all came back, today. i feel so disappointed with myself. i let myself believe i could be happy. what a fucking fool.

[nonetoon]

Caught-On-Tober week 2!

[freshthoughts2020]

[xaviergalatis]

Listen/download: Xavier Galatis - XYZ FULL ALBUM by ✿Xavier Galatis

[itstimetodrew]

Got my tickets to see all 3 original Spider-Man movies in theaters next month!!!!

[artykyn]

Not me crying because I had a really bad beginning of 2023 and signed up for a program that would proceed to make the rest of my 2023 rough and I spent the whole first three months of 2023 trying to pick myself up and motivate myself like "I'm gonna make it through this year if it kills me" and well look at that I made it

[glimmerofawesome]

[crjupdates]

carlyraejepsen: The So Nice North American Tour is officially wrapped. I prepped everyone for the post tour blues (which is a thing) but I stalled my own by skipping over to New York to see my honey and catch some bway shows. It’s coming tho…. Things I already miss: 1. My band and crew- the jokes, fam dinners, and jazz nights 2. The natural high that came 10 seconds before hitting the stage each night. 🎢 3. All of your smiling faces singing back to us. Or tortured ones if it was CRY or Go Find Yourself or Whatever cause we go hard and feel all the things together. 😭😄🥰 Thank you all So much. It really was my fav tour yet.

[mainichi-nihongoal]

Six Words A Day Challenge! | 🇯🇵

🗓️Day 10/15

漢字:　欠 [lack, gap, fail]

1. 欠陥 【けっかん】　→ defect, fault, flaw (noun)

2. 欠席　【けっせき】　→　absence, non-attendance (noun, suru verb)

3. 欠点　【けってん】　→　fault, drawback, weak point (noun)

4. 欠ける　【かける】　→　to be lacking (ichidan verb)

5. 不可欠　【ふかけつ】　→　indispensable, essential (na-adj, noun)

6. 欠伸　【あくび】　→　yawn, yawning (usually kana only) (noun)

[larrylimericks]

2Oct22

In Texas, abortion’s unlawful Cos Abbott’s a massive twatwaffle. H emblazoned support For the present O’Rourke— May he win by a margin colossal.

[witchquests]

daily quest: Make a list of all spells you have cast which are ongoing, including long-term spells and those which have not yet manifested. Consider whether any of them should be dismantled, re-worked, charged, or tended to.

rewards: 45xp, 5gp

[cobrakatharsis]

kinktober 2022

prompt list

day one: praise | lipstick

terry silver/tkk-ish johnny lawrence

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the lipstick tube had looked expensive.

johnny isn’t even particularly sure if lipstick tube is the right wording - he thinks he remembers hearing his mother call them that? - but the employee of silver’s who’d applied it for him hadn’t exactly said much, least of all clarified the names of the makeup products she was using. she was a maid, maybe, dressed in one of those black and white dresses with a pretty face, and she’d worked with clinical efficiency as she’d brushed subtle sparkles over johnny’s eyelids, applied mascara to his pale lashes, swept light blush over his cheeks, and finally brought out the ornate, golden tube of lipstick. she’d removed the lid and set it down with a tap that spoke of its weight, twisted the part she was still holding in her hand to reveal blood red, and then gently held the side of johnny’s face as she’d neatly painted his lips in confident strokes.

she’d told johnny, in one of the only sentences she’d spoken, that he wasn’t allowed to look at himself. knowing it was silver’s order and not hers, likely given at the same time she’d been ordered to put makeup on johnny, he’d obeyed and avoided the bathroom mirror - and now he’s glad he did, because no way would he be able to fake this reaction now.

he’s staring at his own reflection in one of the big mirrors in silver’s room, silver stood behind him with his hands still on johnny’s shoulder from where he’d guided him over, and johnny’s cheeks are flushed far brighter than the subtle powder blush had made them. it’s a shade far closer to the red of his lips, but his lips are really something else. glossy and shiny and sweet and painted so neatly, the colour perfectly tracing the shape of his cupid’s bow and right where the swell of his lower lip ends.

“look at you,” silver whispers, reverent as he stares at johnny’s reflection. “you look perfect. absolutely perfect. you're perfect. you’re beautiful.”

johnny, despite the rush of the praise making his knees weak, almost wants to tell silver to stop when one of those large hands comes up to just barely graze his lips. embarrassingly - infuriatingly, his shame supplies - he feels a brief moment of panic at the idea of his makeup being carelessly ruined when it looks so…pretty.

silver must see the minute movement of his lips - and with the way his gaze is so firmly fixed there it’s no wonder - because he stops his thumb, just barely touching johnny’s lower lip, as his eyes spark.

“oh, i know,” he coos, voice full of exaggerated sympathy, “your makeup is so beautiful, you don’t want it ruined.”

and then he moves his thumb. it’s a gentle swipe that just barely smudges the colour onto johnny’s pale skin, but against the perfection it looks brutal, and something else lights up in silver’s eyes with the sight.

something hot suddenly lights up in johnny too, staring at that tiny smear of red. even hotter than the makeup itself had embarrassingly been.

“but don’t worry, baby. it can be done again,” silver continues, leaning in closer to graze his own lips up the line of johnny’s throat, gaze still fixed on johnny’s face in the reflection. “and again, and again. it’s no loss.”

johnny shivers as silver presses a kiss to the underside of his jaw then, then kisses his way back down to johnny’s shoulder, finally pulling his gaze away for the briefest of moments - but when he looks back he meets johnny’s eyes.

“and i want so badly to ruin you. and how can i possibly resist, when you look like this?”

johnny’s expecting him to swipe his thumb again. or maybe use his fingers this time, or turn johnny around and kiss him until his lipstick’s smeared down his chin, but silver steps back with a deep breath and an air of patience - the way he gets when he’s resisting impulses, reminding himself of bigger ideas - and then very calmly begins undoing his belt.

“on your knees,” he orders.

and part of johnny - the same part that always does - wants to bristle and fight and make him work for it. but perhaps it’s the effect of looking like a bitch that has him dropping to his knees like one, parting his lips as silver fishes his cock out and outright whining as he’s grabbed by the hair and a generous portion of the length is forced down his throat.

“good boy,” silver tells him, manic grin on his face as he hears johnny immediately choke. “you’re going to take it so well, aren’t you, pretty boy? you’re going to be so good. let me make you even prettier.”

johnny can already feel his lipstick smearing. he’s achingly hard, getting impossibly harder. he can just imagine glossy red painting silver’s cock where it touches his lips, smearing with drool, smearing the whole mess around his mouth too, and immediately he’s filled with the burning desire to see.

he glances into the mirror beside them at the same moment the first tears overflow from his wet eyes, trailing watery black down his cheeks from the already-smudged mascara, and his stomach swoops. silver’s big hand moves to hold johnny’s jaw, uses his thumb to smear the glitter around johnny’s eyes in an arc down his cheekbone, like he’s making it match, making sure no part of johnny remains neat, and johnny whines again, high and eager and deeply ashamed.

he looks like a whore. it doesn’t matter that the lipstick was expensive and encased in gold, monogrammed with some luxury brand, or that all of his makeup was put on so carefully. it’s ruined now.

he wants it to be ruined more.

[imekitty]

Today I worked on:

Star Error: 420 words; finished this chapter... Ghost on the Couch: 280 words Prompt submission 1: 240 words Disillusioned: 640 words Prompt submission 2: 200 words Mind Wrapped 2: 200 words

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Days of Heaven on Earth

by A.B. Simpson

Devotional for October 11th

And he that searcheth the hearts knoweth what is the mind of the Spirit, because he maketh intercession for the saints according to the will of God — Romans 8:2

The Holy Spirit becomes to the consecrated heart the Spirit of intercession. We have two Advocates. We have an Advocate with the Father, who prays for us at God's right hand. We also have the Holy Spirit, the Advocate within who prays in us, inspiring our petitions and presenting them, through Christ, to God. We need this Advocate. We know not what to pray for and we know not how to pray as we ought, but He breathes in the holy heart the desires that we may not always understand, the, groanings which we could not utter. God understands, and He, with a loving Father's heart, is always searching our hearts to find the Spirit's prayer and to answer it. He finds many a prayer there that we have not discovered, and answers many a cry that we never understood. And when we reach our heavenly home and read the records of life, we shall better know and appreciate the infinite love of that Divine Friend who has watched within as the Spirit of prayer and breathed out our every need to the heart of God.

[peace-and-light-poetry]

"Red Smile"

She saw a painting Making note of the title And the content

The subject was smiling But she noted the Kind of "smile"

It's a smile Of false reassurance A smile where

One is trying to reassure While, at the same time, Crying "Help me."

Pretending to be alright When one isn't

The painting conveyed What she's known all too well

What can one do in a cruel, unforgiving world?

Smile.

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