#9 sept

[oceano-de-letras]

Espero que un día mi yo del futuro se perdone por todo lo que un día dejó pasar, por todo lo que un día eligió soportar.

Arrow.

[newyorkthegoldenage]

The cover of The New York Woman, September 9, 1936

Photo: anothermag.com

[nerosunero]

9 September 2024, Dublin

[cryscendo]

Wipe off that angel face and go back to high school.

@giftober 2024 | day 5: angelic

[vanityangel]

WWE SMACKDOWN (SEPTEMBER 9, 2022)

[kissmypoets-hp]

📚Fanfic Classics: Sports AU Edition

(Muggle) Sports AUs that perfectly capture the inherent homoeroticism of having a decade-long rivalry... the triumphs and defeats and the epic highs and lows of sports...

🏎️ Rush (For A Gap That Exists) by @sleepstxtic

♟️ The Pirc Defence by @sleepstxtic

🏊🏼‍♂️ Freely Given by InnerLilith and @kk1smet

🚣🏻 Our Objective Remains Unchanged by @citrusses (has its own post here)

art credits below!

Images used (in order):

"Abstract fast speed motion blurred light background" by khoroshkov via Getty Images *

"Chess Board" by AndrewX89 via Getty Images *

"A Bigger Splash" by David Hockney (1967).... iykyk

"The Finish" by J.C. Leyendecker (1908) * note: Getty images were accessed via Canva! these covers are intended for personal use ONLY so i figure it should be fine to share, since i'm crediting the source....

this series was inspired by zeziliazink and bubu0h's fic covers since i want to make my kindle library look cute too :)

[chimivx]

r u s h • choi san

wc: 1.5k warnings: sexual content (smut), alcohol consumption, 18+ a peek into san's world in the nice for what universe :)

september 6th ~  saturday ~ 12:03 a.m.

San didn’t give a fuck.

And apparently neither did the brunette on her knees with a throat full of him.

The bathroom door pushed open, one of them forgetting to lock it. The brunette. San didn’t lock doors. Just as drunk as the two, the junior, or senior, San couldn’t place them, they stumbled inside, tripped over the girls feet with a laugh and fumbled with their zipper to take a piss, the door wide open.

The halls of the frat were dark, dimly lit, and San with his hands threaded in this girl's hair didn’t have time to turn on any light. Thrusting his hips, head thrown back on the wall, whining like a bitch, he’d gathered an audience. Curious eyes peered inside as they walked by, some lingering longer than others until the junior or the senior left after a flush of the toilet, closing the door behind them.

Leather vest sliding off his shoulders, cradling his bulging biceps, he let go of his playmate and threw it on the floor before grabbing the brunette’s hair with both hands, fingers clawing into her soft strands, and without a second thought, without even looking down at her once, pistoled himself into her mouth, down her throat, her own muffled whines spurring him on, fueling that feral, insatiable lust that lived within him.

If he was to spare her a glance it’d be a complete accident. He’d never wind up this way with someone because of how they made him feel about them, he’d end up here because of how they made him feel about himself. He’d look down to admire himself, to check out how his abs would ripple and tense with each thrust of his hips, how every inch of his very long, very girthy cock disappeared down this brunette’s throat, her pretty heart shaped lips swollen when they wrapped around the tip.

She had spotted him first. San, lost in the middle of the room, sweating while he danced against three other girls who were close contenders to this one, he let them touch him, their manicured fingers taking turns drawing over his chest, down his middle, dipping between his legs. A mere object for them to play with, a toy, but he loved it. He couldn’t get enough.

Half hard in his leather pants, a hand squeezing one's ass, an arm wrapped around the shoulders of another who tried to unzip him in the middle of the room, the girls tried so hard. Eyes blinking up at him, shiny and dumb, lips subtly pouted, an invitation for his own, he wasn’t sold. Even the way the curves of their bodies brushed over his own, asses working so hard for his attention, he couldn’t find them intriguing enough. Even after the thought of the four of them together in one bed, or on the leather couch in the back of the other room.

That’s when he saw her watching him. Narrowed eyes pointed to his exposed skin and the girls fondling him. A pretty face that couldn’t care less that his pants tightened at the crotch, even more so now that he’s found her half interested gaze across the room. Holding a drink, she bobbed to the music blaring from the speakers beside a friend way more interested in the party than she was.

That’s what he wanted. She seemed bored. Clearly she was curious, even after meeting her eyes she continued to enjoy the show. 

Glossy lips ghosted his skin, hands felt him up in ways he’s had plenty of times before, the girls said things to him he couldn’t even piece together now, not now that he’s zeroed in on her.

Pouty girls were left behind him. He weaved through a crowd of people he knew and people he’d eventually know. Little did he know they already knew of him. At her side, a slight raise of her eyebrow with little change in expression at his appearance had him ready to burst on the spot.

He doesn’t remember how he got here, it didn’t matter. His dick wanted to be between her teeth, wanted to be in her any way it pleased. He always found out once he’d gotten them hooked. Tonight he assumed he’d cum down this one's throat, but it wasn’t enough. She took it so well, had sparks igniting inside of him, but he needed more. 

Pushing her away, a guttural gasp ripping through her, San picked her staggering being off the floor and pushed her to the wall, engulfing her lips with his own. Distracting her with his tongue, this girl's demeanor having done a full one eighty since she stepped into the bathroom, slightly disinterested until San charmed her straight into an airheaded blubbering mess, he worked her jeans to her knees and flipped her around. Parted lips and messy hair, she was flush to the wall trying to look behind her as San spit into his hand and wrapped it around himself. Slipping his other between her legs, two making their way inside of her, a smirk graced his lips, finally hearing the song she was trying to sing while gagging on his cock.

She didn’t want his attention, didn’t need his attention, so everything she was giving him was purely because of how he was making her feel. Scissoring his fingers in and out of her wetness, her thighs trembling after minutes of trying to keep herself where he wanted her, the pure act of pressing hot, open mouthed kisses to her neck was enough to push her over the edge. San didn’t ease his ministrations as she clenched around his fingers, no, instead he pulled them out of her, popped them into his mouth and sheathed himself inside of her, knocking another pornographic moan from her throat.

Licking his fingers clean, sucking at the tips, he watched himself thrust into her, the round of her ass smacking so lewdly against his hips, his favorite sound. That and how she chanted again and again how good he was, how good he felt, how hot he looked, how good he was making her feel… And, he knew anyone who passed by the door would hear her. That thought alone fueled the snap of his hips tenfold. 

Lost in his own pleasure, in the words she spewed that fueled his fire, he missed her cumming for the second time, focused on chasing his own high. Wrapping his arms around her, his body weight pushing her into the sheetrock, he spilled into her after god knows how many sloppy snaps of his hips, his vision searing white as she called out his name. 

Then, in true San fashion, he put her back into her pants right, kissed her in such a way that his tongue would taste where his dick touched the back of her throat, and left her.

Putting his own clothes back on right, his vest, zipping up his pants as he stepped out of the bathroom and rounded the corner, he basked under the looks he acquired, the curious eyes enough to get him hard all over again. That is until he spotted his favorite dominatrix down the hall with one of her sorority sisters, the only girl who’s ever told him no. The only person who he’s never been able to charm, not even once.

She didn’t put up a chase, it wasn’t like that. She’s told him many times he was a friend, that they were friends and there was nothing she would do to jeopardize that friendship even though she’s kissed him once before. She’d argue that it was a drunken dare, and San would argue back that no one kissed for that long or with that much tongue for a dare.

Friend or not, San didn’t date, so either way nothing they could do would ruin any friendship, if anything it could strengthen it, but she didn’t like that reasoning either. She said it was a silly ploy to pull her into bed, and San couldn’t lie. It was.

She was his dream fuck.

And the more she denied him, the more he wanted her.

San played games, he enjoyed the games.

And, so did she.

Planting a grin on his face, he’d try again, and again. 

One of these times she’s gotta crack.

“Ror!?” he shouted, bounding down the hall for her.

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[charmac]

What is this Don't Hug Me I'm Scared-ass promo for S9, jesus christ

[originalartblog]

Happy first anniversary to my Dazai Goosamu AU! It has been one year since I made the edits that officially kickstarted this madness!!

I finally finished this tiny needle-felted guy and took him outside for a small photoshoot as celebration! 🦢

[soiiguessthiisiisathiing]

NESSCASWEEK2024

Day 2 / Sep.9 : Flower Picking

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A bit late- but I got kinda sick and then like, revamped my flower picking ideas at least three times before this final product haha.

So as a treat(and an apology bribe-) a little bit of story context for the picture!

Lucas invites Ness to the Nowhere Islands to show him around Tazmily and his childhood home, around this time of year however, it is the perfect time for harvesting flowers. While Lucas (+ Clausten who are also here) collect flowers, Ness finds a carnation patch. Looking through all the different hues of the blossoms, he picks the prettiest pinkest flower, wanting to gift it to Lucas. (Simply cause he thinks Lucas would enjoy the flower. Not because of his huge crush on the blonde, pffft, definitely not) when returning to the group he tries to hand the flower to Lucas, only to somehow be surprised by the very bountiful dozen of sunflowers within Lucas arms. A bit embarrassed and awkward, Ness is still a man of his word and gives the carnation to Lucas. Lucas overjoyed by the fact his crush best friend, gifted him a flower and gladly takes the carnation.

Later that day back at the twin’s childhood home, Ness finds that his pink carnation is the only flower that was brought home from the harvest. The pink blossom in its own slim vase on the kitchen table. When asking Lucas what happened to the rest of the flowers, Lucas explains that the sunflowers were for his mother’s grave (oop), while whatever else was harvested today was gifted to the other Tazmillian Civilians and the flower vendors they were helping out with. Happily Ness keeps this statement and notion as a way of Lucas reciprocating his feelings, despite not even knowing that Lucas did indeed reciprocate lovingly.

[mail-me-a-snail]

commissions for @siren-png and @gigi-the-bear respectively !! so many lil guys this time around :-)

[anbaisai]

New Jamil birthday card announcement any time now.... any... time... now... (trembles in fear)

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Althea Gibson holding the trophies she won by capturing the National Women's Singles tennis championship at the West Side Tennis Club in Forest Hills, September 9, 1957. Gibson also won the title in 1958.

Photo: Associated Press

[nerosunero]

9 September 2024, Dublin. Looking towards Sandycove & Dalkey

[recitedemise]

A little anniversary post for me! A year ago this day, I made my Gale blog largely on a whim. I'd really enjoyed BG3 and playing an RPG in the veins of a tabletop, and when I thought about writing in this universe, who I'd write was pretty up in the air. My friend teased about how I should give Gale a try, and so I did...............and I'm still here.

Thank you to everyone who came and gave my Gale a go. A number of you have been here since the start, and I'm stunned to see you all here as well beside me. BG3 RPC really shifted dramatically as the months went, but there are some of you guys that have been here since launch day, and I'm all the happier for it. :') As some of you guys know, I really had to pick myself back up and start from scratch in many ways after leaving a deeply abusive relationship, and writing Gale, which was first my escape, just rapidly grew to become a consistent source of joy in my life.

Anyway, happy one year anniversary. Woo! As a treat, I gave myself a new theme....isn't it so sexy???????????? :))))))))))))))))))))) (I needed to add Gojira to it. Graahhhhhhh).

[dontpissoffpenelope]

Never forget