#Weekend musings

[wandofwillow]

"To the person currently in possession of my voodoo doll, please shoot that motherfucker."

[networkthoughts]

Weekend Musings: Hyderabad on a high

Edition 72 The past week was all about Vistara’s last flight and first flight of IndiGoStretch. Two significant announcements were missed in the process, both concerning Hyderabad. Cathay Pacific announced its return to Hyderabad effective Summer 2025 and KLM announced the launch of services to Hyderabad, its fourth destination in India starting September 2025.  Hyderabad is the fourth busiest…

[seasage-phd]

Burdens of adulting

The truth is, you will also be different. Culturally, romanticism projects a very singular and one dimensional outlook of a partner, friend or a parent. It is always along the lines of "my everything" resides in this "one" person who plays a certified "role". You will soon realise that you cannot burden yourself with playing every role in "one" person's life and neither can you expect them to allot all such postions to you. Your heart and soul will eventually grow weary under the pressure of doing that. Relieve them of that expectation. Relieve YOURSELF of trying to be all the tropes of an empathetic human being. You'll be doing yourself a favour. On days of remorse, grief and stress, you cannot expect your loved ones to do something magical to relieve you from it. And, you cannot be helpless in front of someone else's tragedies. Let time take its course. Let healing take its course. What works for you, may not work for the other. For them and for yourself, remain a pillar for support. But do not burden yourself with it.

[lewmagoo]

Ok ok ok hear me out

Smut prompt #3 (I don't care who is outside or something like that) with BOB???

Can you imagine how far he'd have to be pressed to get there?? 🤤

3. “do you want them to hear you being such a slut?”

it took a lot to push your easygoing husband over the edge. he was very patient, although he was no pushover. some assumed he was, because of his mild mannered nature. however, he was very sharp and perceptive, and even when it appeared that he didn’t know what was going on, he knew. just like he knew how you were trying to get a rise out of him tonight.

you’d been invited to a halloween party hosted by javy. all the daggers and their significant others were in attendance, as well as extended friends and family. the music was great, the food was fantastic, and everyone was having a wonderful time. you, however, we’re preoccupied with seeing how far you could push bobby before he decided that enough was enough. you were subtle about it, because you knew that he didn’t like to draw attention to your very private dynamic. certain things were meant to stay between the two of you.

you were covertly teasing him. brushing innocently against him when you walked past. placing your hand on his bicep and giving it a squeeze. purposely dropping something and kneeling down in front of him to pick it up. little things throughout the night that kept building and building. he knew what you were doing. he’d clocked you from the very beginning. especially with your outfit. you’d decided to do a couples costume this year. he was rick from the mummy, and you were evelyn. you’d suggested the costumes, knowing that bobby had admitted to having a childhood crush on evelyn when he saw the movie as a young boy. you were simply playing into that crush.

you thought perhaps bobby wouldn’t acknowledge your teasing until you headed home for the night. it was likely that he didn’t want to draw attention, and would let you continue on until he could pull you aside and take you home to deal with your behavior properly. however, he surprised you by pulling you aside, both hot against the shell of your ear as he spoke. “i know what you’re doing, you little minx,” he warned. his hand was tight against your bicep. not to the point that it hurt, but enough to show you he wasn’t messing around. “and i’ve had about enough of it.” he turned your face toward his, and in the purple tinted lighting, you saw the narrowing of his eyes. “go upstairs and lock yourself in the bathroom. in five minutes, i’ll come up and knock. i expect you to let me in.”

his voice was low, but commanding, and it sent a rush of warmth between your legs. “o-okay,” you peeped. in a daze, you slipped away from him and headed upstairs. away from the music. away from the people. when you reached the hallway bathroom, you tiptoed inside and closed and locked the door behind you. your heart was racing in your chest as you thought about what was to come. in fact, you were giddy. you hadn’t expected him to do this here, at the party, but you certainly weren’t complaining. your mind was flowing with all the possibilities of what he was going to do. would be punish you? would he fuck you? perhaps both.

sure enough, five minutes passed, and you heard three distinct knocks at the door. with trembling hands, you unlocked it and within seconds, he was inside, sure to close the door back behind him. you took a step back, gasping slightly at his disheveled appearance. his hair was mussed slightly, and his chest heaved beneath his partially unbuttoned shirt. “i have half a mind to bend you over this sink and spank you until your bottom is so sore you can’t even sit,” he breathlessly told you. “but you’d like that too much.” then he was yanking you toward him, and you nearly lost your footing, falling right into his arms with a squeak.

one large hand came up to cup your cheek, and his thumb rested against your bottom lip. “turn around and bend over.” his voice was wrecked. it made you weak in the knees, but you did as he said. “and lift your dress up so i can see.” with trembling hands, you pulled the hem up, exposing your panties and tights underneath. bobby smoothed his hand over your ass before he very gently tugged your tights down, carefully not to rip them, although he wanted so badly to tear them off you in a moment of animalistic desire. he still had some decorum about himself. and once your underwear and nylons were pulled down far enough, he paused to very quickly rinse his hands off in the sink so he’d have clean fingers to touch you with.

you waited, bent over the counter, and when you felt him nudge your legs apart, you complied without hesitation. he hummed before he knelt down behind you, hands parting the roundness of your ass. “all night, i’ve been thinking of this. waiting for the perfect moment to drag you up here so i could get a taste of you.” he leaned in, nose running along the back of your thigh before he brought his fingers up to delicately part your folds. you couldn’t help but whine at the feeling, slightly ashamed that you were already dripping wet. you had been since the night began, thinking about what he was going to do to you.

“it’s pathetic, how wet you get when you misbehave.” without warning, he licked a stripe along your warm, inviting pussy. when his tongue swirled deliberately around your clit, you jolted and let out a choked cry. bob pulled back, offering a warning tap to the back of your thigh. “hey now, can’t get too loud. everyone’s just downstairs. do you want them to hear you being such a slut?” at his salacious words, a shock of white hot desire flashed through you, and you clenched your jaw to keep yourself grounded. “n-no sir,” came your reply, labored as it was. bobby hummed in satisfaction. “that’s what i thought. now be a good, quiet little girl and let me taste you. i might even give you my cock when i’m finished.”

join sleepover weekend!

[shinypetrichor]

KNIGHTS OF CYDONIA BBC Radio 1's Big Weekend 2015

[pilferingapples]

just rambling:

the other thing about characters having any kind of relationship (friendly, romantic, antagonistic, weird perpetual never-realized potential but they both know it, WHATEVER) is that I find it a lot easier to buy relationships in fanwork between characters who Never Met or Barely Spoke than characters who did have some kind of canon relationship but not that one

one is a blank slate , the other one, I gotta see how this interpretation got them from where they are in canon to over HERE; and that's great! I genuinely love an AU that takes time to establish why these enemies are besties now or friends are trying to kill each other and so on, but also that takes TIME and if it's not shown I will be forever annoyed (and wow this is especially true with More Subtle relationship shifts , like people who were always super casual getting a liiiittle more formal etc. EXPLAIN I wanna hear gossip) sometimes people who interact in canon are worse harder to buy as a ship?

[transbeamrooikat]

can't say if the influence is bad or good but its definitely happening (listening 2 Origins of Symmetry 4 the first time 4 phannie reasons)

[wigglesdtuff]

I feel like I'm on the mend and I'm back at work today so we'll see if demoniotober returns. I guess I got food poisoning this weekend and I just needed to rot in bed for a few days.

[quinloki]

Got dragged into a very long one shot (my longest so far) and my brain will not let go of it.

I’m 5k in and not done.

I’mma try to illustrate it a little too.

>.>

<.<

It’s CNC Kid x Reader + crew gang bang.

So if you vibe those vibes, I should have it done by tomorrow at some point.

[apollos-boyfriend]

every time you post abt school i get jumpscared by the reminder that we are at the same school - mutual

[immobiliter]

okay so what if i snuck a sneaky little inbox call onto the dash ? there are peoples' inboxes i want to be a menace in anyway this week so i'm opening it up to requests !! this is open to anyone on my roster ( inc. the new incoming additions ), this will be a combination of me trawling your meme tag and/or sending more personalised asks depending on inspiration etc

[networkthoughts]

Weekend Musings: The strike continues

Edition 70 Last week, Boeing declared its third quarter results with a over $6 billion loss. This was followed by the machinist union voting to continue the strike. This comes amidst the fact that Boeing paid a considerable compensation to its erstwhile CEO and appointed a new one in another of its challenging years. Starting with the Lion Air crash, followed by Ethiopian and subsequent…

[lewmagoo]

would love to read your take on “i’m tired of you speaking, i need something in your mouth” and “what if i just leave you here, wet and needy?” with rhett 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

-floydsmuse 🦋

i took the liberty of using mdm rhett because that big mean daddy is perfect for this 🤭

if there was one thing rhett didn’t tolerate, it was petulance. he always shut down bratty behavior, but he would figure out the source of it first. it was a mental list that he’d go over in his head, trying to understand why you were misbehaving. were you stressed? tired? were your hormones going haywire? were there any outside factors pushing you into this state of argumentativeness and irritation? he’d learned that there was always some sort of reason. however, trying to get an explanation out of you wasn’t always the easiest.

sometimes, you just needed him to take control. you needed him to assume his role as the dominant in your relationship. he would first give you a warning. he only afforded you one, and if you didn’t correct your behavior, he would then enact the punishment that he saw fit to give you. on this particular day, you’d been especially irritable. rhett gave you some grace, because you had just started a new job, and were trying to get accustomed to working again. a friend had started a coffee shop in town, and you’d agreed to help her during the first few weeks after her grand opening, because she was understaffed and desperate for the help. food service was not an industry you wanted to work in ever again, but you’d made an exception in order to support your friend.

in turn, you were reminded of why you’d left the industry altogether. working at the coffee shop turned out to be more high stress than you were anticipating, and because of this, you were tense and irritable. which, unfortunately resulted in you mouthing off to rhett. the first few times you responded in exasperation, you’d apologized to him (after he prompted you with a raised eyebrow, a look that you affectionately called the “daddy look”). although today, you didn’t know what had gotten into you. as rhett drove home after picking you up, all you gave him were short, impatient answers when he asked how your day was. the snapping was grating on his nerves, and he found his patience wearing thin.

"sweetheart, watch your tone," he warned, as the two of you walked into the house that evening. the timbre of his voice wasn’t sharp. it was even and gentle, though there was a cautionary undertone. for whatever reason, his warning only bothered you further. you folded your arms across your chest and huffed, much like a child. “don’t call me sweetheart." big mistake. "y'sure this is the game you wanna play?" came his gruff reply. jutting your chin out in defiance, you said, "i don't care." after which you turned on your heel and marched toward the stairs to go up to the bedroom. that was the straw that broke the camel's back. "don't you walk away from me." he caught your arm, his grip firm but not painful, careful of his strength. "i've been patient the entire ride home but i've had about enough of this damn attitude. this brat act ain't gon' fly with me."

when you opened your mouth to protest, he squeezed your cheeks so you couldn't. "'m tired of you speaking, i need somethin' in your mouth." and there it was. the sense of dominance exercised over you. he was taking your control away, and you gladly let him. the blue of his eyes had grown considerably darker, like storm clouds gathering on the horizon. "kneel." and you dropped. he tilted your chin up, tracing his fingers over your lips. instinctively, you parted your mouth, and he slipped his middle and ring fingers inside. he held your gaze as he slid those fingers farther and farther back, and said, "suck." so you did, wrapping your lips around the digits and taking them as far back as you could, showing him how hard you'd been working lately to tame your gag reflex so you could deepthroat him.

his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip as he watched you, entirely turned on at the sight. "you been practicin', haven't you?" he asked, momentarily distracted from what was essentially your punishment. he had to take a moment to express his awe. but his praise, although degrading, made you glow with satisfaction beneath him. "yes sir, i have," you gasped, pulling your mouth off him long enough to respond. already, your brain was beginning to quiet down as you focused only on him. the man you loved. the man you wanted to please above all others. it was truly a wonder how quickly he could flip that switch for you and bring you into a better headspace.

his lashes fluttered, and he took in a breath. "atta girl." his fingers were back in your mouth again, and you dutifully sucked them, swirling your tongue and drooling, treating it as if you were sucking his cock, because you hoped that was what he'd give you next. but he wasn't about to let you off the hook that easy. he let you continue on, fully enjoying the show, and fully aware that the sight of it was getting him hard. you could see it, too. his thick cock straining against the confines of his jeans. so appealing even when it was hidden beneath a layer of fabric. he could see your gaze shifting to it every so often, and after a little while, he pulled your head back and gripped his cock with his other hand. "y'want it?" he asked, as if he was presenting a treat to his pet.

eagerly, you nodded. "yes daddy." he smiled, and it was full of fake pity. "that's too bad. only good girls get daddy's cock. and you ain't been very good tonight, have ya?" at that, you whined in frustration, and he couldn't help but notice the way you rubbed your thighs together. a wicked smirk tugged at his mouth. "you little slut. suckin' my fingers got you wet, didn't it?" he crouched in front of you then, still holding your face in his hand as he reached into the front of your jeans to check. sure enough, he came in contact with your slick pussy. his smirk turned into a dirty grin. "dirty fuckin' girl." when you tried to grind against his hand, he immediately withdrew it, leaving you humping the air. "bet you're hopin' i'll fuck ya, hm little darlin'? but you're forgettin', this is a punishment." he stood again, ignoring your pathetic whine.

"i don't wanna hear it." and then, "what if i just leave you here, wet an' needy?" he stepped back, just to test your reaction. "no!" you exclaimed, reaching out and wrapping your arms around his legs. "please daddy, i'm sorry! i'll do anything!" there it was. that sense of repentance he was hoping for. he lovingly cupped your cheek, watching as you nuzzled into his palm. "anythin'?" he echoed, and you nodded against his thigh. "yes, anything." trailing his tongue against his teeth, he hummed. "alright then. y'can start by suckin' daddy's cock. show me all them new tricks you learned while you were practicin' on your toys. and after that, i just might fuck that needy pussy of yours. sound like a deal?" you were already scrambling to unbuckle his belt, desperate to have your mouth filled. "yes daddy," you agreed.

tagging my mdm rhett girlies: @withahappyrefrain @rhettabbotts @hangmanapologist @floydsmuse

[shinypetrichor]

DOMINIC HOWARD BBC Radio 1’s Big Weekend 2015

[captainsantiagos]

sharing another fanvideo that i am OBSESSED with 🫶🏼

[sheilababi]

when you’ve discovered the love you’ve prayed for, don’t let anyone or YOU rob you of that joy for the sake of perceived individuality or fear. be in love. swim in it.