#Misson

[detournementsmineurs]

La "Baignoire" de Louis XIV sculptée par les tailleurs de pierre Jean Legrue, Hubert Misson et Hierosme Dubet en marbre de Campan (1674), initialement placée dans l'"Appartement des Bains" au rez-de-chaussée du château, puis offerte par Louis XV à Madame de Pompadour pour sa propriété de l'Ermitage (1750), puis rachetée par le Comte Robert de Montesquiou initialement pour son "Pavillon des Muses" à Neuilly puis pour son "Palais Rose" du Vésinet (1909), finalement récupérée à sa mort par le domaine royal (1921) et placée dans l'"Orangerie" du Château de Versailles, septembre 2024.

[wayfaringauthorofficial]

CHAPTER 33 IS UP.

[i-perfect-please]

6 chapters to go....

[polyshodivorce]

Its not a true wxs MV if Emu and Rui don’t stop to say hi

[bunnithechubs]

meet more of our contestants!

@moonwoodhollow @duusheen @changingplumbob

[poppy-metal]

losing my marbles thinking about jordan taking your virginity (it's all i talk abt atp ik it's annoying 😔). about how it's not their first time having sex, but it's the first time it's meant something to them--the way it makes them feel something they've never felt before. it having always been a means to an end, not something they associated with love or some sort of deeper connection--just something mutually beneficial n sometimes necessary.

but then there's you, looking up at them like they're your whole universe. pupils blown out, eyes hazy n teary when they're sliding their fingers inside of you--your arms shaking, clinging to them like a lifeline. little cunt clenching around them when they tell you how good you are, praises of "that's it, baby. you were made for this, weren't you?" nd remarks on all your sweet lil reactions :( nd they're so, so angry at you--at the throbbing between their legs--but it melts away when you look up at them all desperate and fuzzy. cut you off w their lips on yours when you open your moutb to say something that's only gonna cloud their judgement even more.

nd it's finally something real for them--their thumb rubbing your hip softly saying more than any "i love you" ever could. they're angry at themselves bc they're supposed to be woke!! know that virginity is a construct!! but some debauched and desperate and possessive part of them wants it so bad. wants to be the first person to make you cum on their fingers, their mouth, their cock--wants to be the only person. ever. know that won't happen, can't happen, but want it so bad it hurts a little bit.

so they have to settle for this--making you feel so good that there are tears streaming down your pretty face. taking care of you, their sweet little thing, in a way they never knew they needed to. trying not to think about how this, you, has done more for them than anything or anyone else ever has. try and fail to pretend that they're not falling in love w you.

once they're done having grand realizations they go back to being pissed at u 😋 compensating for all the lovey dovey gross stuff they wanna do witb you

-🦸‍♀️

this is so.

them being angry and resentful because of how fucking weak you make them feel, but they're also smitten and adore you so fucking much they can't help but be gentle with you - be sweet to you. tell you how pretty your little cunt is, how soft she feels inside, how good you're going to make them feel when they push inside.

they shouldn't feel as satisfied as they do when you clench around them, coming first for them with their fingers and their words, clinging to them and hiding your face in their neck. they love it though, love being the first to overwhelm your senses, to touch you where you're wet and wanting and make you see stars up close. it makes them feel like a fucking god. it also makes them so achingly protective of you, seeing you so vulnerable and teary eyed in their arms, so delicate nd easy to shatter.

they have to beg you, "tell me to stop," when they slide on top of you, lips brushing against yours because they're afraid of how deep they're going to fall if you let them have this, have you. "i need you - to tell me if you don't want this -"

but you just wrap your legs around them, hooking your ankles to their lower back and pressing them close - close enough that their cock slides through the slick mess of your cunt, head catching and notching at your hole - you gasp but you dont tell them to stop, fuck you, you're just egging them on, cupping their cheeks and looking up at them like they're everything to you.

"please dont stop. i - i want this. i want you,"

"fuck -" and because they must hate themselves, "look at me. don't fucking look away."

because why not just ruin themselves completely, when they slide inside you and have to see the way your eyes widen and the way your face scrunched at being filled and the way your mouth falls open all in close detail with their forehead pressed against yours, not letting you turn away.

"oh god," they dont know who say it. you're gasping, and they're moaning, and your lips are sharing the same air as they rock in and out.

"you feel so fucking good, baby, fuck." that is them, praise spilling from their lips because the warm heaven wrapped around their dick - squeezing, milking, hugging - just pulls everything out in the open. "i love being inside you - holy shit. just keep squeezin' me like that."

they love you.

[phantom-0-writer]

The Justice League had finally given the go ahead to officially form the Young Justice. Not that any of them were going to stop regardless of having permission. Since the Justice League had opened up their slots for more than the original six earlier that year, Batman thought it would be a good opportunity to use the Young Justice to help reach out and recruit some other heroes without drawing too much attention by going themselves. With protégés of most of the originals in the roster it was a solid plan.

They had been told about their newest "assignment" (if you could even call it that) earlier that day and they would be leaving in the morning. They were supposed to go meet a duo in Illinois (it was their base of operation even though they'd worked in other place). Phantom has been in the vigilante/hero scene for almost 10 years now, and Red Huntress started a few months after him.

Their names were well known, Dick had known of them even before he became Robin. But despite their national (maybe even International fame) little was actually known about the duo and the rumored Team Phantom that alluded to there being more than just the two. Dick had been a big fan of Phantom, and modeled a lot of his moves off of the super-powered hero.

Batman told them that they had already reached out the Phantom (Red Huntress had deferred them to him, and refused to speak with them afterwords) and he agreed to meet the YJ team and mentor them for a designated amount of time. There had been rumors in certain forums that the JLA had reached out to Phantom to be one of the original members of the league but he had turned them down. When Kid Flash had brought it up during the meeting, Batman refused to confirm or deny (which was proof enough).

The plan was for the YJ would stay in Amity Park for 15 days and learn from them, they would check in after that to see weather their stay should be extended. Specifically citing that their legendary teamwork would be incredibly beneficial to learn from to strengthen them as a team. The other plan, and equally as important, was to warm them up to joining the JLA ranks since a direct invitation hadn't been received favorably.

All that was thrown in the window when, three days in, the YJ, Phantom and Red Huntress get portaled to an unknown destination, with strange and unknown life(?) forms, with no supplies, no working communicators, and worst of all, no way back.

[writing-house-of-m]

Mission: Stay Awake

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word count: 372

Summary: Will you be able to stay awake long enough for Natasha to finish her report?

A/N: Something short and sweet. Enjoy 😊

Soft sounds from the TV and tapping from Natasha's typing fill the room.

She said she was going to be 'five minutes', fifteen minutes ago so you took to watching TV in an attempt to stay awake.

It was not working.

Your eyes were already feeling heavy to begin with. You were having to move around every few seconds so you wouldn't nod off. But it seemed that waiting for your fiance was becoming more of a mission than the one she was writing up.

Maybe laying down to watch the nighttime garbage playing was a bad idea.

Everytime you feel yourself falling you abruptly widen your eyes, hoping that will help your case.

It also was not working.

You hear the shuffle of movement and see Natasha's head looking down at your face from the corner of your eye - eyes that are barely open.

Your eyebrows are raised trying to keep your eyes on the screen, "I'm awake," you say in a low voice. It's not convincing at all, even with you placing your hand to rest on her thigh.

You're slowly losing this mission. Your opponent, sleep, being the greater contender than you thought.

Natasha laughs through her nose, "Yeah, I can see that", she says quietly, smiling at your attempts, while running her fingers through your hair.

What a traitor. Taking your opponent's side, making you feel more relaxed with her actions.

You just want her to be done, "How much longer?" Your voice is even quieter than before, still struggling to keep your eyes open.

"Just a bit more", she says, still carding her fingers delicately through your locks.

"You said that last time", you whisper, eyes fully closed now as Natasha scratches your head making you sigh through your nose.

"Just sleep, my love", she whispers, moving down to kiss your temple.

"No, I'm still awake", you speak, eyelids lifting the smallest amount, falling shut again shortly after.

In the next minute, steady breathing replaces your words.

Natasha can't help but admire you for a moment as you sleep peacefully.

"I'm so sorry love, I'll make it up to you", she says, stroking your hair back, planting another kiss to your head before returning to her work.

[pearl-crystals]

Ive been slowly playing through In Stars and Time and Siffrin needs a dang minute and a hug man. So I'm drawing him getting a hug that he could get with only some possible razzing and/or scalding.

Ive also added a couple other drawings as a treat for myself hahaha.

[sesiondemadrugada]

Léonard Missone.

[wayfaringauthorofficial]

I'm gonna throw up.

[kindaasrikal]

Resurrected Morro except he’s been dead longer than he was ever alive, so he legitimately has no idea how a human body should actually functions.

This man would have a high fever, itchy throat, achy limbs, blurry eyes and all and would think its just perfectly normal and everyone is going through that too at the same exact moment, so if they can deal with it so the hell can he.

He’s passing out three times a day and just assumes everyone else does too.

He throws up after every second meal and think the other ninja must do that at time as well.

He is in UNBELIEVABLE amount of pain everywhere everyday and thinks its just something everyone has to deal with like him.

And when he casually mentions it he is absolutely baffled as to why he’s now being rushed to the hospital. Or med bay. Take your pick.

[raidenswife]

Electrolyte shake 👌👌

[imdefinitelyfloating]

Aisha Tyler in Modern Family

5x16 Spring-a-Ding Fling

[loveisactivated]

I come here five times a week. It’s delicious.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Photography Leonard Missone-Women stopping to converse on a village road in Belgium 1943

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The Women Who Walk Us Home

The ones who arrive with a bag of clothes, four tired lemons, half a story from her sister's trip to

Paraguay. The ones who keep our secrets and whose secrets we keep in potted plants, in every ocean we've

ever known. The ones who know our husbands, their little pleasures.Our lovers and our scars. The ones who

stay, hope like a moth. Who stare into the gaping tomb and are not afraid of the unveiling. The ones who

will be there, even then (even then), to walk us home.

Kate Baer - from What kind of Woman : Poems