#a lie nation

[keylimeart]

I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine

[lululeighsworld]

it was literally their moment and they just let us watch

(if you need me i'll be marinating in this for the foreseeable future)

[insertshimselfwhere]

And this is why she is the queen, the undisputed president of the Polin fandom✨️🧚‍♀️

She knows what we want and she gives it to us

She feeds us

I pray to you everyday Nicola Coughlan🙏🏼🧎‍♀️

[pharawee]

—Who are you looking for? —Er... I'm looking for my boy– ... er, I mean, the president's secretary.

JJ Rathasat Butwong as JULADIS & Fong Bovorn Kongnawdee as CHAN

—SUNSET X VIBES · Episode 2

[wishfuldivine]

Them: What's the first thing you think about when you wake up?

Me: Gaz

Them: What's the first thing you think about when you go to bed?

Me: Gaz

Them: ???

Me: Gaz. GAZ. KYLE GARRICK. KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK.

[whatareyoureallyafraidof]

[lostinsidelostoutside]

This video comes from the Jewish fitness coach on Instagram 🇮🇱

Israel is one of the most beautiful countries in the world .

It literally has EVERYTHING!

Jews ,Muslims , Ethiopians, bedouins, and so on .

It's a beautiful and Apartheid 🆓

All people live and work in Israel.

Many Arabs serve in the IDF .

Don't believe the Apartheid lie and go visit Israel yourself.

[fadeintoyou1993]

NATALIE SCATORCCIO + getting traumatized watching someone die/get hurt and not being able to do anything about it AGAIN and definitely thinking it's her fault and it should've been her instead. AGAIN Yellowjackets 2.08

[swift-strix]

Live Laugh Love Bildad the Shuhite🙏

I never actually finished this page, but I couldn’t not post these drawings 😭

[jellidraws]

i thought the "miku from your country" trend was cute, so of course i had to make mikus for a few of my favorite sci-fi "not a country, but not not a country" political entities

[transmascpetewentz]

"even if you don't agree with a war you have to respect the people that fought and died for our flag" actually i'm not interested in that performatively nationalist bullshit. american soldiers are people too. if they are so strong and amazing and brave and not made of glass, then they should be subject to criticism for their actions just like every other person. unfortunately for the american empire, we have the right to free speech here and that includes criticizing soldiers for their actions.

[news4dzhozhar]

[abogwitchnamedsage]

[shalomniscient]

stressed out of my mind rn need to cope by thinking about what it’d be like to peg rahu

[nsft utc]

put her on her back and slide ever so slowly into her while she holds your hands tightly, her legs spread wide on the bed and twitching with each centimeter you sink into her. kiss away the tiniest tears that prick at the corner of her eyes and pump your hand slowly up and down her cock as it rests achingly hard on her abs. whisper praises into her ear as you finally bottom out and she’ll cum all over your hand and her own stomach, thick streams of white spurting from the head of her cock.

later get her on all fours as you fuck in and out of her ass—slowy, of course, since this is her first time. one hand slides up and down her cock while you languidly roll your hips, smearing her shaft and your hand in sticky cum. with each movement of your cock in her ass rahu whines, gripping at the sheets so tightly they might rip, her back bending into a beautiful, curved arch as her arms tremble with the effort of keeping herself from flopping onto the bed. her long hair falls like a curtain around her face and drapes like silk on her muscled back; brush it aside and press kisses down her skin to make her shudder and clench on you. pump her cock harder, faster and sink your teeth into her shoulder while maintaining a smooth yet deep pace with your hips and rahu will cum with a strangled cry, falling onto the sheets as she paints them and her stomach white with another layer of cum.

by the time you pull out she’ll be boneless on the bed, a blissed out expression on her face. she’ll whimper as you wipe her down with a wet cloth, so be sure to kiss her and tell her what a good puppy she was, taking all of your cock so well. it’ll be a while before the heady rush of endorphins clears from her brain, so be sure your schedule is clear because she’ll be rather clingy for the next few hours.

she definitely would want to do this again some other time—after all, a part of her has wondered what it was like to get fucked the way she normally fucked you. in any case, you’re definitely not protesting.

(but you might need to get a bigger strap. for accuracy reasons, of course.)

[delusionaltoma]

My account for the past few days

[fenfyre]

Forbidden Fruit - Part I

The tavern was packed and dimly lit, a cacophony of scents and noises that was almost enough to give Chilchuck a headache. Good. Seated at the counter he let his gaze wander across the crowd while he waited for his order. No faces he recognized, no voices that stood out to him. Even better.

It was only after he had made absolutely sure nobody here would recognize him that he let his eyes flick over to the broad figure at the very back of the room. The man, occupying a table by himself, had not stopped staring at him since he entered the tavern and Chilchuck met his golden eyes for just a second before looking away again.

This was so unprofessional.

But Chilchuck would not be here if there were any other way to deal with the … situation. He tried. Gods had he tried. And failed. Better to get this over with here and now than to suffer through another endless mission with this unresolved thing between them. So when the innkeeper set down two heavy mugs of ale next to him he grabbed them and, with one last, steadying breath, headed over towards the table in the far back.

"Well, hello handsome", he grinned, almost shouting over the noise of the tavern. "You here all by yourself?" It was cheesy but that did not matter. He was not here to woo anyone, he just needed to set the scene.

"Uh", the man mumbled, still taller than Chilchuck even when seated. His eyes were big as they flitted across the room, then landed back on Chilchuck, brows creased just slightly. "I uh, suppose so. Yes?"

Chilchuck nodded both in agreement and to show he was pleased with the answer. He took a seat next to the stranger without waiting for permission, sliding just a bit too close on the bench as he set down both mugs.

"Good. You don't mind me inviting you for a drink, do you?"

Neither did he wait for an answer before he let his hand wander below the table where he found a thick thigh to squeeze. Scratching his nails across the rough fabric of the breeches and digging his fingers into strong cords of muscle. The single touch after months of self control was enough to have him half hard. But to his delight the tallman next to him was not faring much better, pale face flushing and eyes looking anywhere but down at him.

"I've seen you watching me from across the room", Chilchuck continued, nonchalant, as he reached for his mug and took a deep swig. The ale was sweet and left a refreshing, sour taste on his tongue as he swallowed. Slow and languid, savouring. Preparing himself for his next words. Too fast, but they were already clawing at the insides of his teeth and Chilchuck was impatient. Especially after that first touch left him yearning for more.

He squeezed again, noting a tremble to the thigh.

"So if you'd prefer to skip the drink ... I have a room upstairs."

For a moment the tallman was frozen, even his trembling thigh finding stillness. Then he grabbed the mug with both hands and emptied it with quick, greedy gulps. His thumb was still chasing a stray droplet down his chin when he set the mug down again moments later. Sucking the spilled ale from his thumb he looked down at Chilchuck, eyes wide, and nodded.

"I would enjoy that."

His breath was sour-sweet. Chilchuck wanted to climb him.

Not here, though. He mustered enough self control to retrieve his hand and slip out from behind the table. He did not have to look back as he headed for the stairs. The sound of hasty steps following him was enough.

~

The door to his room fell closed with a thud and immediately Chilchuck was pushed up against it as the tallman leaned down to devour him. The kiss tasted of sweet and sour ale, of copper and greed, and Chilchuck was hard pressed to meet it with the same fervour of nipping teeth and sliding tongues.

He had debated with himself about this for longer than he would like to admit, debated whether he should allow the tallman to kiss him tonight. But in the end he knew they needed to get everything they wanted out of this if it was supposed to work. That holding back and drawing lines would only cement the next, enticing thing to yearn for. Especially if the thing they were left yearning for was something as mouth watering as these kinds of kisses.

So Chilchuck leaned back with a low groan and allowed himself to be devoured, meeting that insistent tongue as best he could. Trying to ground himself his fingers curled into the fabric of the tallman's tunic, pulling himself up to meet the kisses with more leverage.

Then clumsy fingers found the buttons of his doublet and Chilchuck got distracted by the attempts to undress him. Soon his more nimble hands joined them and together they opened the buttons. The force with which his doublet was ripped from his body left him breathless, unsteady, and there was nothing he could do but comply when next his shirt was lifted over his head and flung to the side.

With their kiss interrupted golden eyes stared down at him, fiery and wanton. But when the tallman leaned closer again it was not for another kiss. It was to nuzzle his face into the crook of Chilchuck's neck, large hands coming to circle his bare waist as he inhaled deeply.

"Chil...", the tallman whispered between breaths, teeth finding the junction of his shoulder for a quick, harsh bite. "Chil, you smell so good ... taste ... so good..."

A hot shiver ran down Chilchuck's spine and for a second he was reeling. Then he let out a low hiss and slapped the back of his hand against the tallman's chest.

"Shut the fuck up, Laios", he reprimanded. "We don't know each other, remember?"

Above him Laios stiffened, then pulled back from his neck enough to throw Chilchuck an abashed look, eyebrows drawn together and lips curled tight.

"Right...", he murmured, eyes shimmering in the low light of the room. "Sorry..."

Something in Chilchuck's chest pulled tight at that look. When exactly had he gotten this ... soft for the other man? It did not matter. What mattered was that he solved this problem. That was something he could do. Something he always ended up doing. Solving problems.

He sighed, reached up to press his palm against Laios' chest. To keep him from diving down again any moment now.

"It's alright, I'll help you shut up", he said, glancing over at the bed. "Lie down."

Without pause or preamble Laios dropped to his knees right in front of Chilchuck, face alight with curiosity and an ever present readiness to please. Chilchuck almost choked at the sight, throbbing in his breeches at the relaxed implicitness Laios followed his order with.

"On the bed, idiot!", he hissed before Laios could continue and stretch out on the cold, hard ground for him. No questions asked, no hesitation. What was he supposed to do with that?

"Oh, uh ... yes, sir!"

~

Part II

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