#Se dom: look a loser

[sorrowschengmei]

UNPOPULAR MBTI OPINION:

INFJ description and stereotype are written as some sort of cheap fits-all-sizes daily horoscope and unless you’re really healthy and/or has studied functions you WILL mistype

see, imagine you’re someone who has depression and anxiety, few friends, childhood trauma and a liking to artsy and mystical stuff [if you’re here in tumblr big chances you don’t even need to imagine it lmao], and you see this whole ‘rarest type, misunderstood, old soul, deeply spiritual’ thing. wow that’s certainly you!

but wait, you’re not a ‘feeler’, you’ve been always pretty rational... don’t worry, the INFJ is the most rational of feelers! its basically a less evil INTJ!

but wait, you’re a bit extroverted too, and despite being depressed you still feel energised by social contact! see, the INFJ is what we call an ‘ambivert’, so yeah, still there’s space for you in the magic wizard club!

but you like adrenaline, parties, ratioing ppl on twitter, living for today! oh poor thing, that’s just that mean mean Se clutching you in its grip :/ ponder a bit more about the meaning of life and you’ll be back to your old unique self! 

this shit is all about functions. are you the spitting image of a broody Romantic with intents of saving the world, but your dominant function is Ne? congratulations you’re ENFP or [gasp!] ENTP!

‘introversion’ doesn’t mean wanting to be left alone sometimes or dislking convos with annoying ppl. [that’s just being human]

‘being a feeler’ doesn’t mean having feelings and not wanting to upset people. [that’s just being human]

‘wanting to stay home all day long, avoiding even your friends, often think about unsolvable problems of your life and humankind, getting your feelings hurt by minor stuff and being unable to voice your concerns bc you’re afraid you’ll upset someone’ doesn’t mean you’re INFJ [THAT JUST MEANS YOU’RE DEPRESSED AND SHOULD SEE A THERAPIST ASAP]

MBTI is supposed to be either FUN or USEFUL, if you’re using it to reaffirm your ‘not like the other girls’ syndrome: you’re doing it wrong

if you’re using it to downplay your mental health issues: you’re doing it wrong

if you’re using it to excuse shity behaviour: you’re doing it VERY wrong and should be ashamed

tldr: if you type as INFJ there are great chances you’re just depressed. read about functions. don’t type based on stereotypes, memes or descriptions. yeah the wizard dude is cute, i know, but you know who else is great? sunglasses dude. 

[magicpumpkin3]

Idia Shroud x (Fem?)reader

Warning: NSFW; light!dom/sub; maid outfit; pegging(kinda); Idia is kinda OCC'ish

Note: thank yous go to → @intynidad Check out their blog! It's... interesting ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). Note 2: sorry for shitty writing, author is new to smuts :). (My second ever smut tbh)

"…P-please… stop!" Idia desperately trys to hide his legs as much as possible with that stupid skirt. He has nothing against maid outfits. It's more opposite way actually, he loves them! It's not that he's wearing one right now, no. It's you, staring at him. And all of this because of a stupid bet! He could've sworn, you were horrible at this game but no. You just had to be lucky today and win. And loser, who's punishment was to wear a maid outfit, is him. Blushing like a mad man, sitting in a corner of your room, Idia trys to hide from your eyes.

Giggling like a five-year old kid that just got their own toy as present for Christmas, you slowly walk towards your boyfriend. "Hey, you look wonderful, no need to hide!" His hair bursting in bright red flames even more, Idia lets out a groan of frustration. "It's n-not, I'm…You…m-me…" And there he goes mumbling again. You love him to the depths of your heart but sometimes he needs to be a bit louder and clearer with his words and thoughts. Though, you can't blame him. We've all been there, still there at some point actually.

Sitting on a floor, turned away from you, keeping his knees close to his chin, Idia trys so hard not burn your entire room. "Idia~…" Hearing your voice sing-song his name, makes him want to hide himself even more. Your gentle touch on his arms makes him jump in surprise. "You okay?" Asking him gently, making him want to tackle you and hold you for ever. How can you be so brave? He slowly, a bit shackly, turns his head towards you. Red as Riddles hair, he tries to to mutter something out.

He's so cute like that. Not being able to hold yourself together, you bend forward and give his lips a small peck. Small whimper escapes him. "It's n-not fa-funny…" Chuckling to yourself, you lightly shacke your head. "Yes, it's not funny how gorgeous you look." Oh boi! You can practically see steam leaving his ears. Gently placing one hand on his thigh, that are covered by black stockings and another on his shoulder.

Shuddering because of the gesture, Idia sheepishly looks you in the eyes. Staring at you, like you're one of the great seven. He suddenly feels your lips on his. What starts as a small tender kiss, turns into a heated make out session really fast. Your tongues dancing together, pushing one another. Moaning into your mouth, he closes his eyes in a bless.

Pulling away, breathing heavy, you look at him. Such a mess, flushed all over, breath wrecked, he trys to avoid your gaze. Though, his body speaks for him better then his words. Idia now is fully turned to you and is sitting on his knees before you. Looking so delicious, it's almost painful. Scooting closer to him, you now place your hands on his cheeks, making him look at you. Staring into one another's soul, you kiss each other again.

He can feel your hands slowly moving down his body. They gently, like afraid of scaring him, caress his sides, pushing on his sweet spots, that make him hitch his breath. Almost bitting his own tongue, and yours too off, when he feels you go beneath the skirt. Breaking apart, breathing in and out rapidly, Idia looks at you. Thin line of saliva still connecting your mouths.

You slowly, bend forward and start leaving trail of kisses and small bites down his neck. Idia sinks his teath down his bottom lip to keep himself quiet. Soft cry leaving his throat. You move one of your hands up his thigh. Reaching beginning of his underwear, you teas it a little, pulling and tapping it. You can particularly fell his cock twitch.

"P-plea-se! I…Ah! Pl-please…Hn...I c-can't!…" Face flushed, tongue rolled out a bit, your boyfriend trys to say something. "Yes, dear? You want something me to do?" You ask Idia in teasing manner. Your hand reaches his erection. Slowly stroking it through his underwear, you keep smiling at him with that grin of yours. "Use your words dear."

"P-please!!! More ah!" Right when he finished his thought out loud, you put a pressure on a head of his cock. Bucking his hips towards your hands he whimpers and crys in pleasure. Pushing Idia down, you pin his hands over his head. Kissing him heatedly again, you push your knee between his legs. Moaning into your mouth, he arches his back towards your other hand that is playing with his nipple under that stupid outfit.

Pulling away, you rise a bit to look at him. Flushed all over the place, hot rigged breath, eyes slightly open, his neck and collarbones with few of your marks. Maid outfit pushed down his shoulders to expose more skin that was begging for more marks. Realising his hands, you carefully help him to get those short sleeves out of the way. Front falling down a bit reviling his erect nipples, making you bend down and press a few teasing kisses to them.

"Idia, do you trust me?" You asked in husky hushed voice. He looked you on the eyes with a second doubt nodding. Smiling like Cheshire cat, you press a fee kisses to his face and get off him. You can see the confusion on your boyfriends face. "Be a good boy and wait for me here." Coying it sweetly, you quickly leave the room.

Laying down, all alone, Idia's hands without him noticing it, reach to his bulge. Slowly, with shaky hands he removed his underwear from his also shaking legs and slowly started touching himself. Moving fingers up and down his shaft, he exhales with a small whimper. Your loving hands feel so much better then his. Squeezing around himself he began to pump his hand up and down. Precum leaking out already. He closes his eyes and groans with pleasure.

What a beautiful sight you walked on. Him, moaning your name out like this, legs bend a bit, like waiting for someone to rail him in the ass, jearking himself off in that cute outfit. It makes you get even more turned on. Slowly walking closer to him, you sit down near your boyfriend. Apparently he got too consumed by the filing and didn't see you. Not to worry. You know just the way to get his attention. Reaching your hand, you slowly add pressure on his hand over his cock. Choking out a gasp, Idia opens his eyes and looks at you.

"I'm…I-" Before he could say anything, you shut him up with a kiss. He melts immediately. Slowly, you move one of your hands towards his asshole. He crys out in a kiss of the feeling of your fingers massaging hole. Breaking a kiss, you bend even further, whispering into his ear. "Sorry for, keeping you waiting you". You put mote pressure, more moans follow. "I thought we could try something…" Smiling like you're a devil in a flesh, you push your index finger in.

Silent scream left his lips. A few trails of droll roll from his mouth. Idia clings to you shoulders and crys out into your ear. You slowly start to move your finger inside, slowly trying to add another. "It-it! Insi-side!!! Agh!" After having all four fingers inside of him, rhythmetically fucking him, he's already almost sits on your hand. One of his stockings has rolled down, and his whole outfit was steady only on his abbs. Suddenly you stop and pull your hand away. Low whines and crys of disapproval are heard from your Idia. "So the thing I wanted to try…" you turn your back to him and grab something. "Well…what do you think?" Turning back to him, you revel a strap-on. Not too big, not too small. Medium. Glaring at it for a few moments, he realizes what's it for. He almost immediately got on his back and raised one if his legs. Turning his head away from you, he trys to hide behind one of his own arms. Chuckling to yourself, you smile down on him, putting your toy in place, getting the lubricant oil and getting ready. Whole time your boyfriends eyes were glued to you. Getting on top of him and placing one of his legs over your shoulder, you bend down and hover over him once again. "Say what you want~" you say in a husky voice. Idia desperately trys to push himself on your toy but you keep moving away. "Neh-neh! That won't do, dear. You have to tell me what you want." Even though Idia shuted his eyes long time ago he could feel you smile at him.

"I-I want…"

"yes?"

"I w-want you to…to," here he goes again, trying to push himself on a strap-on.

"Shh~. Tell me I'll do it" moving away from him, you kiss pulls on his neck.

"I want y-you! To!…"

"Yes?"

"I want you to fuck me!" Almost yelling it out, Idia opened his eyes and looked at you. Holding on to you for dear life.

"Very well then"

A loud cry echoes through your room. Pushing in slowly, you sigh, as if you could feel how it feels to be inside of your boyfriend. Slowly bumping in and out, you thrusts deeper with each push. Head rolled flames a bit purple, not quite red, not quite blue, droll dripping from his mouth, tongue also out, Idia moans and crys like madman. You're truly grateful that your dorm is as far away from any 'crowded places'.

Kissing and sucking on one of his nipples, you slowly start to use your free hand to jerk him off a bit. Almost immediately his head shots up and he's pressed flushed to you. You start to move more aggressively and harsh, making him particularly scream your name and how much 'he fucking loves it'. You can feel his cock twitch when you hit one specific spot inside of him, making him scream from pleasure, literally. You start to hit it over and over again, making him see stars. Burning fire inside of him, grows bigger and bigger every single time, you touch one of his sensitive parts. He's so close he can feel it.

Suddenly he stops you. Looking down at him worriedly you ask "Everything okay?" Before you could mentally prepare yourself Idia half says, half huffs "C-can you…ri-ride me but k-keep t-the stra-pon i-inside?…" You at loose of your words. "I mean...we can try?" Slowly detention strapon from yourself, you get on top of him and line his dick to your entrance. Slowly pushing yourself onto his shaft, you sigh and shiver from the feeling. You can feel Idia buck his hips tawords you.

Slowly you, you start to ride him. Skirt up, revealing his crotch area, where your body's connect, hands holding into a carpet to keep himself from hurting himself or you, he looks at your eyes with his golden once. You smile daring at him, you start to move even harsher. Moaning in unison, bumping and crying out in pleasure.

A great idea comes to your head. Leaning back a bit, with one hand, you try to find with another the tip of a strap-on. Finally finding it, you grab it and push in your boyfriends hole a bit. Hearing a raw crys of pleasure, as you ride him.

Hot bubbling feeling inside of you getting stronger as you get more aggressive. Pushing in harsher, ridding more rigged you make eye contact with him again. And it's your both breaking point. You can feel him twitching inside of you and realising hot semen into you, he almost screams but bite's his lower lip just in time to just moan really loud. He stills and now it's your time to cum. Hot knots inside are vanishing. Your vision is unclear, white noise filing your ears.

After what felt like an hours, you collapsed on top of him. Giggling to yourself, you make a mental note to make more bets like that

[passivecontrol-blog]

20 años de Earthling

En 1997 tenía 18 años y una idea medio difusa de quién era David Bowie. O sea, no sabía bien quién era, tenía escuchados temas como Let’s Dance o Modern Love, había visto Laberinto y eso había sido prácticamente todo.

Ese año, un 3 de Febrero, lanza el álbum Earthling. Para esa época los sonidos electrónicos recién estaban precalentando. Me enteré de Earthling por Mtv. No paraba de rotar el video clip de Little Wonder. Es increíble que en Youtube no encuentre el video oficial, solo algo rippeado por algún fan perdido (la arqueología digital en Youtube a veces muestra que el salto de los 90 dejó mucho material sin archivo en el camino a la nube). En el video, un Bowie medio futurista apocalíptico vestido de negro y con parche en el ojo va y viene entre alienígenas sin cara, con ojos y bocas proyectadas, que roban souvenirs medio deformes. Todo pasa a velocidades que varían, como si un ansioso apretara el fast forward de una videocassettera. El clip cierra con Bowie adentro de una bañera en un departamento detonado, desarmándose como un espantapájaros. Es una imagen indeleble que tengo de él.

Little Wonder es también el primer tema del álbum. Earthling fue el primer disco que tuve de Bowie y el único. Ni siquiera lo compré, se lo pedí prestado a un amigo y nunca más se lo devolví (años después me deshice de todos mis CDs y lo regalé). Me acuerdo de la tapa: Bowie de espaldas sobre un campo verde y cielo celeste, vestido con un sobretodo hecho con la bandera de la Union Jack, fondo azul cruzado por las barras rojas con bordes blancos en el centro de la imagen.

Todo ese álbum me parecía maravilloso y nuevo. Y me sigue pareciendo lo mismo hoy.

Después de Little Wonder venía el track Looking for Satellites, con unos reefs monstruosos que todavía hoy me vuelan la cabeza y esa frase soltada como sin querer

Where do we go from here

El tercer track es Battle For Britain (The Letter), que me hace acordar que nunca vi esa película aunque la tengo en mi lista en Netflix. La letra tiene claves hermosas como

And a loser I will be For I've never been a winner in my life

o el cierre del estribillo

Don't you let my letter get you down

Además de un sinónimo maravilloso para sad, que es forlorn.

El cuarto track, Seven Years in Tibet arranca con una batería y unas cuerdas hermosas. Pero lo que me pone la piel de gallina es lo que canta.

Are you ok?

You’ve been shot in the head

And I'm holding your brains

The old woman said

Y cuando el tema explota a puro reef una frase para lagrimear un poco...

I praise to you Nothing ever goes away 

Termina ese tema y empieza el quilombo techno con Dead Man Walking, creo que el mejor tema del disco, cantándole quizás a esa muerte que le llegaría dos décadas más tarde. Tiene unos agudos femeninos impecables medio perdidos que me hacen acordar a The Great Gig in the Sky de Pink Floyd.

And I'm gone, like I'm dancing on angels And I'm gone, through the crack in the past

Telling Lies, el sexto track, es un Drum N Bass impecable sobre el que recita cosas como

You come to me with tears and blame, I'm your future Ask tomorrow, I am the end

Telling lies…

Escuchándo detenidamente me dio la sensación de que podía tener arreglos de Moby. Googleo para verificar si es así porque sé que Moby remixó varias cosas de Bowie. En este caso no, Moby no participó. Pero encuentro en wikipedia una anécdota genial del single de Telling Lies, contemporánea a los primeros años de esa internet que iba a suministrarnos música gratis de por vida.

The Last Thing You Should Do sigue la tónica electrónica trash, pero siento que es más una pausa para darle la intro a uno de los mejores temas del disco, que gracias a la llegada de Trump vuelve a tener vigencia.

I’m Afraid of Americans me volvía loco y todavía me genera ansiedad cuando la escucho. Si bien Trent Reznor está presente prácticamente en todo el disco, es en el videoclip del octavo track donde lo vemos poner el cuerpo literalmente para interpretar a Johnny. El video sobrevivió gracias a que alguien lo rescató de la era pre-digital. Lo vemos a Reznor perseguir a un Bowie con uno de sus mejores looks (para mí). Ni bien empieza revela el dato no menor de quiénes lo hicieron: Dom & Nic son los cráneos detrás de los mejores videoclips de los Chemical Brothers.

Earthling se apaga con Law (Earthlings On Fire). Se apaga es un decir, porque el tema tiene una potencia alucinante y una frase desesperada que se repite como desde un megáfono.

I don’t want knowledge

I want certainty

9 temas que me acompañaron estos 20 años y que voy a seguir escuchando porque es uno de mis álbumes preferidos.

20 años van y se mantiene impecable.

Quién pudiera atravesar el tiempo así...