#Matters Of Submission
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sordidwriting · 1 year ago
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Matters of Submission
Synopsis: Draco Malfoy has a set way that he ends the week. He get in his flower order for next week, he goes home and takes the most luxurious bath and does his hair care routine. Then Draco waits for Him to get home. X
Mature • MxM • 3,069 words • excerpt below
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For the last 15 years, Draco Malfoy has had the same routine once he gets off work with small adjustments for whether it is the beginning of the week, midweek, or the end of the week. At the beginning of the week, he gets off work at precisely 4:30 pm, goes two doors down and retrieves a bouquet of flowers - by now he sends his order in the night before so it’s ready on time - and then he heads home to cook dinner, tidy the house, and relax. During the week it is much the same, without the flower pick-up, but he often stops for something or other: a pastry he’s been dying to try, a bit of dry cleaning, shopping for a gift.
But on the weekend, Draco closes the shop at 4:30 pm, drops off his floral request if he’s lucky (he usually isn’t, so it is owled in on Sunday morning) and makes his way home to do a series of things to prepare for the weekend. He arrives home at 4:32 pm, wound tight with anticipation and his pulse roaring in his ears, and with a slight sigh he quickly goes and gets ready.
He goes through the house and adjusts a few things, tidying little odds-and-ends that have shifted or been moved out of place as he makes his way upstairs to the master bedroom. He removes the silk-lined work robes he left unbuttoned that day, removes the nice pastel blue floral vest he wears over an even lighter button down, shiny golden buttons down the front.
Draco strips himself of the soft button down, his heavy and sparkling cufflinks, the matching tie, then deftly unbuttons his trousers, pulling them down altogether with his pants and socks, to deposit it in the waiting laundry hamper by the door.
Then the ritual begins.
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draw-the-squad-like-this · 11 months ago
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Has this one been submitted before? Probably
Draw your squad like this
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onenicebugperday · 4 months ago
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hello! wanted to submit this very polite eastern yellowjacket who was sampling my coffee :) (mostly sure that’s what he is!) spotted in western north carolina
Yup, looks like an eastern yellowjacket. Hope they enjoyed your coffee :)
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cod-dump · 7 months ago
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Soap: So then an otter came around the corner and BIT me!
Ghost: Was it a sea otter or a river otter?
Soap: Does it matter? It bit me!
Ghost: Well, there are some serious anatomical differences.
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shiftythrifting · 8 months ago
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These ones haven’t evolved into Bean Poot yet.
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100% true kokichi
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bg3smash-or-pass · 9 months ago
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chiropteracupola · 2 months ago
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squeaking in for the december @zinebash -- what's more 'all the small things' than building a mouse house out of (digital) trinkets?
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couldpolyamorysavethem · 8 months ago
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KING ARTHUR, GUINEVERE, and LANCELOT DU LAC from ARTHURIAN MYTHOS
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Justification:
"Just… Everything would have been solved if these three just had a poly relationship. None of them would have died, Mordred wouldn't get the chance to take over because Arthur would've never had to go chase down Lancelot, Gawain wouldn't have gone after Lancelot cuz he wouldn't have killed Gawain's brother fleeing after the affair was found out… These threw could have been so happy together and called it polyarmory. (Thank you Overly Sarcastic Productions for the pun.)" - Anonymous
"THEEEE polyamorous blueprint . Come on." - Anonymous
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blackpilljesus · 8 months ago
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As more women decide to not have children or reproduce, a popular talking point is that maIes will rape and kill us all for refusing them. For starters, this says it all about how everyone is fully aware of maIe evil & female oppression. If it was a tiny minority of maIes that are abusive as many pretend, then this wouldn't be the kneejerk response. The idea that maIes will protect us or not hurt us if we comply is a trap. They will hurt women & girls no matter what we do. This is said to shift the blame of their actions from them to women.
One crucial thing to understand is that maIes already mass rape and kill women & girls even when women partner + reproduce with them. Subconsciously we know this given the measures we take to navigate this world. Most times women are killed it's by maIes they know, in many cases it occurs when women want to leave or have left but it also occurs when women are in relationships because if maIes cant find a reason to hurt women they'll create one. They'll accuse women of cheating, bc food wasnt cooked properly, bc she got pregnant, etc. Speaking of which, murder is one of the leading causes of death for pregnant women & its typically done by their partner. MaIes rape women just after they've given birth. It can take months to years for womens bodies to heal but doctors say "6 weeks" as its unexpected that maIes will "wait" longer than that. So obeying doesnt stop maIe violence, it's just an excuse to justify their terrorism. There is no reforming the system nor is there getting by peacefully so long as we do what maIes want because their intention is destruction no matter what. MaIes lied & claimed women will be protected but it's slavery. MaIes dont protect women and neither does the system so dont buy their threat.
There are several cases where maIes have raped & killed women despite having a partner and children. Wayne couzens had a wife & kids yet still raped & killed Sarah Everard, lewis haines killed Lily Sullivan despite having a wife and child. The toybox killer, and ted bundy had partners yet they still raped & killed other women. Many maIes who rape prostituted women have wives & kids at home. This takes me to my next point: terrorists are never content. It doesnt matter how much you give bc all they want to do is take. They want to constantly reaffirm their beliefs, security, and entitlement to the world so they'll keep causing havoc no matter how much you obey. There's a reason why developed nations do not pay ransoms nor do they negotiate with terrorists in many cases because when you give into these peoples demands they do not go away. It may keep them at bay for a bit but they will only return with bigger demands and will be willing to cause more harm and damage. The same thing applies to maIes & their terrorism. Giving in wont stop their violence or change them. At first short term they're kept at bay (if theres other women they abuse in their vicinity) but long term it wont work. Women have loved, served, fucked, provided labour, reproduced with, and birthed maIes for millenias. Women have given everything to maIes and what did they get in return? More violence, more demands, more destruction we're all familiar with this. No amount of submission has changed maIes for the better.
What's actually dangerous is women trusting + living around maIes, we're expected to just rely on how they wont hurt women but believe me maIes gain a power trip from the strength differences between the sexes. Even if they dont actively hurt women, the threat lingering in the air alone is a power they enjoy. So dont be paralysed with fear or think our refusal to interact with maIes is a cause for their violence. I wont deny that it's scary but this isn't just about us. It's about the future, the world our offspring are coming to. Assuming maIes get everything they want, it'll never be enough they'll keep plundering for more so at some point we need to put our foot down regardless of the cost.
I want to conclude this by recommending reading this post. The key point is
Opting out is for the select few who want to do nothing with heterosexual nonsense even if the price of doing so is death because partaking in their drivel is death, physical and spiritual, and if they really did care about distancing themselves from it all that much they would know that death is the least you will be willing to put up with.
I've noticed that most women who bring up the possibility of maIe retaliation are still seeking relationships with maIes in their lives so this seems more like another excuse in the end. The concern for maIe retaliation is real, especially among newer separatists, 4B, wgtow etc but the seasoned ones realise it doesnt matter and if deəth is what it takes to not be associated with maIes and their systems then so be it. Hell even the average woman would take another option or death if they were pre-faced with a situation where they have to be around maIes but there's no other woman to occupy them. You might wonder what the point is as the outlook is bleak; which is what the final part of this series of posts regarding the popularity of single childfree women is about - legacy & steering life with purpose.
Part 1
Part 2
This post is part 3.
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mousehousediary · 7 months ago
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ever think about how when louis was asking armand to witness madeleine's turning, he was basically inviting him into the family by asking him to attend his daughter's wedding/hold his hand in the delivery room. and when armand essentially replies "i will not go unless you force me to" he tells him he doesn't have to and reassures him. and then what goes on in their respective heads in that exact moment are:
louis: oh damn the maitre stuff is not just a sex thing he actually like can't hold a conversation like a human being. oh but he's so sad... there there loser boyfriend... why does nobody ever want to have babies with me :/
armand: *has just sentenced louis to death*
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hisbutleronhiatus · 7 days ago
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It has been 231 days since the Kuroshitsuji hiatus was announced.
Undertaker dusted off his old princess costume from the household’s production of Hamlet and had a pretty pink tea party with Lizzy, who adorned his hair with a diverse assortment of ribbons and clips.
Credit: @pitchbat
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sneeb-canons · 6 months ago
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None of HMS have a good sleeping schedule.
Heart sleeps a LOT more than Mind and Soul. He usually naps throughout the day, often being asleep more than awake.
Mind will work himself to death. He has to be made to go to sleep or else he will pass out on his desk.
Soul is the worst. He doesn't sleep at all. The only times he does are when he passes out from too much caffeine intake.
Headcanon #721
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incorrect-hs-quotes · 1 year ago
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DAVE, sobbing into ROSE’S arms: karkat said he wouldnt still love me if i was a worm
KARKAT, venting to KANAYA: I DON’T KNOW WHY HE’D EVEN ASK THAT! IT’S NOT LIKE HE’S GONNA TURN INTO A WORM!
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dyktvideogamesfx · 2 months ago
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Once submissions are open again, will any video game sfx be allowed, or are there guidelines/non allowed games? For example: Nsfw games, shitty mobile games, indie quasi-unknown games, controversial games, etc?
I think I'm going to let y'all be the judge of what's acceptable on this blog- If I find something unacceptable, I simply won't add it to the blog.
As a general rule of thumb - People sounding as if they're in true pain (Think Rose from Resident Evil), NSFW sounds, things that are clearly slurs/offensive material etc will not be accepted on this blog regardless of their iconic state.
If there's enough interest I can add it to the FAQ, but as said, best judgement in use if possible!
EDIT: SFX's from NSFW games like menu navigation and the like are fine, I more mean actual sexual sounds. Though I most likely wouldn't post gameplay.
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aaronofithaca05 · 1 month ago
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Battle in ink
||Tw: Calypso||
"I wander in search of a light upon your desperate face!”. Lascivious nymph of chalky fingers, elusive as an eel, murky and cold, let her burning fingers glide across the face, damp and cold, of the castaway.
Burning, sweet and vile bones of the nymph kept slithering, searing. In unnoticed possession, never truly casting spell or charm. "I keep begging Theos, for you to never leave me!.”
Odysseus, still, awaiting turn in this dance: "I am… searching…". Words escaped his lips, from his very depths within, man of thousand paths and missteps, struggling to chart this step.
Laërtes’s sweet words had carried him from Skýros to Ílion, Ténedos to Lēmnos. Voids of air slipping through his mind:
"By walking, one makes path, and upon glancing back…" Back, all his steps yearning to be undone.
"One sees the path that feet had crossed enough." Path by gnarled trees hiding Home. Olives, in which this infernal reef refused to sprout.
"Son, there is no path, but wakes upon the sea." Wakes Foamy paths in which Ithákē was built. United archipelago his domain. A kingdom never seen since his arrival, In barren foam turned his sweetness lost
The Ithacan monarch had never let his father’s wish fall to ill thought, but before the nymph who boiled his lymph and blood, he let those words fade.
Calypso waited, anxious, reluctant. He had been her lover, but what was there to expect from him?
From the weeper on her isle?. From the twat who never follows her in the daylight?. Yet he cried her name in her empty chamber under starlight?.
The eel coiled the wolfish sailor in its embrace while; Odysseus, man of a thousand tricks and wits, shot her a sharp grimace: Belly, chest, and face, At the two first, without joy, only indifference or ire, but in the last?. He gifted a lecherous and cold gaze in equal measure to the one he saw each dawn, in the second rosy fingered dawn by Calypso’s hands.
"Calypso, my queen." Anyone who heard it would have read the lie in his voice, the false melodic inflection, the lack of harmony as a neglected lyre’s threads, as his broken voice upon the cold sand of that bay.
"Forgive my rude behaviour," the honey he tried to wrap in his mouth was as insipid as his regard for his jailer. Learned movements directed at an essence, absence, breathed life into the corpse of 600 lives lost..
"My girl, my queen, the woman who waits for me." Penelope at the tip, a name so perfect and pure, so easy on his lips, cried out forcefully to escape from the voice of this liar.
"If I had…" he hated in his soul, hated, as in his name —the one that is hated—, the universe who cursed him in name and fortune. The Ithacan writhed within while the nymph?. Smiled, naïve.
"Knowing your embrace was so fine," fine as the skin of sharks, who knows how many of his men were devoured by those sea dogs.
Cephalopod and eel in battle, Still, Ink does not kill Will. Thanks so much @simugeuge with this take! Moots: @jarondont, @iroissleepdeprived, @nikoisme, @perroulisses,@poshgirlsstuff, @katerinaaqu @incorrecthomer, @dootznbootz, @nyx-of-darkness-1620, @sunshines-child, @random-krab, @ironspdr6700, @fangirlofallthefanthings, @twomanyfandomshelp, @thehighpaladin, @the-decapoddecapod, @myblacknightworld, @simugeuge, @itszorrito67, @incorrectatlas @tunguszka20
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