#also when i say 'indoor play' i don't mean like inside our own home. because our home is filled w/juice and markers and shit

[eats-the-stars]

we just don't put the kids in anything we don't want caked in mud/grass/etc. when we go outside to play. Super easy to just keep a bunch of outdoor play clothes that can get absolutely wrecked on hand (majority of their outfits tbh), and keep the really cute/sentimental stuff for like indoor outings like the children's museum or so on. and yeah there are also totally skirts that are plain outdoor things to be muddied up just as much as pants. any clothes can be destroy-able as long as you think they're kinda bland/ugly and they're also decently durable for rough-housing around.

My baby daughter got her adorable puffin-print dress absolutely CAKED in mud crawling around the yard and my first thought was "oh no her beautiful dress"

And my second thought was "oh huh it really WOULD be easy to unconsciously steer her away from playing in the dirt. Unlike my son, whose outfits are usually some kind of solid dark easily washed pants plus a shirt that doesn't trail in the dirt like a dress does."

Anyway something something gender roles start getting shoved on kids from literal birth, but with a little time to think about things, YOU TOO can let your children of any gender absolutely destroy their clothes in the dirt pit they're digging in your garden

[wintersantagio]

1. For over a decade, I have dressed up far more elaborate in my home than I do when I'm out in the world. When I say "elaborate," I merely mean that I put more thought and theme into I wore at home and more energy into my home life, regenerative life, love life, beginning with love of and intimacy with self, and creating outside of commerce. Instead of being constantly externally-focused and chasing some idyllic version of myself to impress others with, I evolved into being more internally-focused. Doing so strengthened all 7 systems of my body including my emotional and physical health and retrieved a lot of my life force and time back. I have been doing this for so long that I have forgotten what it feels like not to be plugged into my aliveness with no other objective. Yesterday in my home I wore my leopard catsuit, half-inch sequin indoor heels with the pink fur at the toes, fairy wings, and adorned my pelvic floor with waist beads to free my heart and pelvis with every in-step. It's significant for a strong pulsation of our blood flow that we stimulate attractive unrepressed playful sacral energy in our bodies privately in our homes, just for our own alignment and self-mastery first.

2. Not everything beautiful belongs online, you see. We should not only do beautiful things so we can take cute pictures for the Gram or impress our lover because it dilutes and reduces the potency and purity. If we must take a photo or be sassy and gorgeous for our Beloved, we must also make sure we have met-the-intimate-moment alone while cameras and phones were turned off...with ourselves, by ourselves. This integration is what gives the energy we are channelling roots and makes it more authentic and truthful. Because we are usually taught is the opposite- to seek out romantic relationships and/or the validation from others for emotional support when what is really needed is intimacy with self. If we don't have self-intimacy, then we do not have the power to clearly understand or express what we need emotionally from another.  

3. Dressing up around my house is solidly a self-preservation act I do --seriously--just for me...and the stimulation of my own life force energy and auric field. In other words, it's a very personal, spiritual experience like kundalini yoga. Dressing up and playing in different characters is an undocumented type of yoga that can self-regulate us and open up memories locked inside our body. For example, we may remember Ourselves as sacred Temple Priestesses who lived lifetimes as Egyptian royalty and it will begin to make sense why we hold certain desires or expectations of this world. When I was financially struggling, I used to eat only organic or fast. I couldn't understand why I wouldn't just eat what was offered to me but the more I begin to get into my own vibe, the truth illuminated itself overtime. I'm not so hardcore today, but I do clearly understand why I needed why I centered the best nourishments.

4.  Seasonal depression' has a hard time coming for you when you are “meowing” around your house in your big cat energy and shaking your ass (tail) while singing mantras to unlock your truth. So many people are prisoners in their own home because there is no simple fun and greater awareness being championed.  Their homes do not grow their life force energy but takes away from them.

5.  Home should be life-giving, a playground and imaginative portal to get soft, dreamy, creamy, and multidimensionally creative, especially when the weather is shitty or the world is acting up. Even if this or something similar is not your reality right now, knowing that something more is possible begins to uninstall old programming and activate new narratives in your psyche when you are capable of receiving what is being shared.  

6. I  was inspired to play "dress up" as a *practice*  and part of my spiritual upkeep from observing children, my greatest gurus. Whether girl or boy, home for a child is rich and full of fantasy and I began to follow in their joyful footsteps.

7. My lover never knows who or what I will be integrated into when she arrives back home from working/being in another country for days or weeks which is sometimes part of our mystery and play. I can go from a glamorous singer to an actress crowned and accepting her reward for “best actress" to a mythical creature doing walking lunges from one room into the next. It’s important that we get curious on how we can creatively pour into ourselves throughout our days, even if only lasts for 5 minutes every day. This momentum is the feel-good energy that helps us navigate through when the fires of life start to swell like a living hell, when 'life starts life-in'. You will rarely find me bored or frumpying around my home. I wear my rosemary flower crown on my head with gold chains dangling around my waist and ankles which makes my body feel musical. My body is inverted every few hours, working on splits,  or doing other playful immune-boosting acts in-between folding laundry, making soup, writing books, etc.  

8. For those of us connected to the feminine in a deeper way, our home has to become our creative gateway because it is where we spend most of our time. When I worked 50 hours a week as an Corporate Accountant, I would come home and put on my playful regalia and hip belts just to come back into my truth.  Because home must be the one place where we feel ourselves the most as we dance, pray, meditate, rest, make love, digest, caretake, etc. I may randomly start crying, feel down, or whatever but I'm not a big fan of labelling human nature. Because it's natural to experience dips in our energy this time of year in colder climates. We do not need to assign any label to what is human. Just consider allowing your home to be a tiny bit more playful and lighthearted and everything else will fall into place from there.

9. Because our home is our first seed.

[acciocriativity]

Spark of Happiness II ||Harry Potter

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: You already went through a lot in your life, but while dating Draco the world you knew has changed dramatically and it seems like it couldn’t get any worse...

Word Count: 2,7k

A/N: I just discovered that tumblr has a limit of words per post, that’s why I had to make a part two of this when it wasn’t supposed to be that way but I hope you’ll like it anyway.

Part I

I found myself in a sort of tunnel between nothing and everything, my body was molded several times like a play dough but in the hands of the universe, the only solid thing I had was Draco's cold hand, which I held tighter to help me through the pain. I also lost my sense of time, it seemed like an eternity in there, it never had an end.

Until the moment I felt my feet touch the ground again and my legs gave out, if it wasn't for Draco I would have fallen. I could hear his voice but could not make out any sound coming out of his mouth for a few seconds.

"Draco, I'm fine...just a little dizzy”, I clutched the sleeve of his shirt and I could see the concern in his eyes.

Every corner meticulously tidied and cleaned, worthy of a family like the Malfoy's, the room was particularly dark and cold, as if no one really spent time there, the only thing that decoration passed to me was anguish.

His arms still firmly around my waist, his face analyzing mine carefully.

"Are you sure you're alright?", he asked softly and I just nodded my head slightly and leaned on his shoulder, closing my eyes a little.

I hadn't realized that we were still in the presence of his parents, who watched the scene with sharp eyes but soon disappeared inside the house.

We were silent until a loud noise next to us made me lift my head and moved away from Draco, it was just a house elf carrying our bags upstairs.

"We can pick it up later, let's at least get some breakfast. It's still early”, he held my hand and I understood the meaning in his words.

"If you're sure, that's fine by me", I didn't have the guts to speak in a normal tone, as if the house was being watched constantly.

He called out to the elf, who came running downstairs eager to please his master and immediately followed the order to prepare breakfast for us. I couldn't relax even if his presence helped me, I was wondering if we could escape so easily, if they would just leave us alone.

Throughout breakfast I was tense in my chair, we both were and it would only end when we got out of there at once and for all.

We left the dining room to get our things a minute after we finished breakfast, since neither Narcisa nor Lucius had shown up again, with luck we could leave without either of them noticing for quite some time.

"Narcisa, we need to ... oh Draco and ...who is that?", I took a deep breath having to contain my startle when caught in the act.

The woman didn't seem impressed and walked over to us with a strange smile on her face. I had a few seconds to absorb her features but it was possible to feel a bad aura coming from her.

"Aren't you going to answer me? I'd forgotten, has your age of bringing girls home already came?", the cynical, amused smile didn't leave her lips.

"It is none of your business Bellatrix, as you see, my mother is not here", his direct and even rude tone caught me off guard, I had never seen him talk like that before.

"Oh, how cute, you're showing your claws to defend your girlfriend but only because you're Narcisa's son, don't ever think you can speak in that tone with me."

Before she could say anything else, other voices erupted out of nowhere, more people began to appear, paying less attention to our presence as the room became more crowded.

"Ah, it's time.You have to leave little girl, my lord doesn't like intruders", she said lord with a glint in her eyes that made me sick.

"Come on, I'll take you outside...", he saw the opportunity and immediately took my hand so we could get out of there.

"This girl looks so much like you Avery", a male voice spoke and in a few seconds all eyes were on me, analyzing me from head to toe.

It didn't take me long to recognize this Avery guy, he had the most shocked expression among all the people there.

The same color hair was the most I could tell from the distance, we all stood in silence not knowing what to say.

"Did you really have a daughter, you bastard?", another man said before punching him lightly on the shoulder.

"It's impossible, my parents don't have that last name and neither do I. Excuse me...I shouldn't be here", I squeezed Draco's hand tighter and made my way through the death eaters.

My heart was beating so fast that I was afraid they would be able to hear but no one stopped us from leaving since we really shouldn't be there, or at least, not me.

How long would we have before you-know-who arrived? I couldn't think about it, as soon as we reached the door we started to run, and run and run some more until our feet hurt. There was no time to breathe, to think, to stop.

We needed to get to the city, we needed a fireplace, we needed to get to my house but how? No one around would be kind enough to help us, so we walked a long way until we were far enough to the point that no one would recognize Draco.

We end up in a simple part of town, the houses were smaller and further apart from each other and all were on the side of the road. Obviously we were exposed there and there was nowhere else to go, so we had to take our chance.

"Let's knock on one of the doors, we can't walk all the way to London", I said standing in front of a little white house with a large and well-kept garden. "Someone who takes such good care of plants can't be bad, right?"

"Let's hope we don't pick the only bad HufflePuff in history", he said and I might have laughed if my worry wasn't so real.

We walked side by side, taking our last steps before our legs gave out from exhaustion. "Be at home, please be home...", I crossed my fingers as soon as he knocked on the door.

The door was opened by a little blonde girl, she just stuck her head out the door to see who was there, she gave a little scream and closed the door hard as soon as she saw us. We looked at each other without understanding what the hell had happened until another voice was heard inside the house, this time a lady opened the door and held it open.

"I'm sorry, do you guys need help?", she didn't have to look us up and down to guess that, we were soaked.

"Yes we do, we need to get to my house but it is too far, perhaps you have a flu net in your house, Mrs?", I spoke up as Draco was making too much effort even to stand upright.

"Yes I do, come on in, you guys can sit for a bit too. You look like you ran a marathon", she made room and we could see inside the house.

The furniture made of wood was modest but beautiful, the living room was well decorated and the wallpapers went in shades of yellow and blue. Draco seemed more impressed than I was since I'm used to this style, but contrary to what anyone would imagine the expression on his face was not bad at any time.

"Your house is beautiful Mrs., we don't want to trespass on your kindness but could we get a glass of water?", his voice even huskier than usual rang through the walls of the house and I was truly surprised and somewhat proud of his attitude.

"Sure, I'll get it, you can sit on the couch. You guys need it", I didn't wait a second to sit down and for Merlin's sake, I could spend the rest of eternity there.

"Forget about everything, I never want to get up from here again", he said almost crying with happiness and I had to laugh, I laughed a lot.

"Sorry love but it's really funny, you have to admit", I said, still laughing softly when the lady came back with two glasses full of water.

We drank as if we had spent 40 days in the desert and my feeling was not so different from that.

"I can bring you another glass if you like. I just don't understand how two teenagers could have ended up in this condition...", she looked genuinely concerned, we were very lucky.

"We had a problem, a huge problem and we need to get home as soon as possible", he said with certainty in his voice but made no effort to actually get up.

"Thank you very much, ma'am, we can’t thank you enough for helping us", I said with a smile right after I stood up, even though my whole body contested this decision.

"It was a pleasure dear, I hope you get home well. The flu powder is by the fireplace, go ahead", she smiled gently and took a step to the side.

I went ahead while Draco still seemed to muster the courage to stand up. The stone fireplace was small, there was no way we could both go at once.

"Draco, do you remember the address I told you about?", I turned back to look at him and he was still in the same position but now massaging his own foot, "Draco? Will you hurry up? I'll guarantee you a massage from an expert after we're home," and as if they were the magic words, he was at my side ready to leave in a flash.

I took a deep breath and we could hear a giggle coming from behind the couch, only the girl's big, bright eyes were in view but as soon as she realized she was caught she went back into hiding.

"Goodbye madam and goodbye little one,"I took a handful of the powder and walked into the fireplace. "Don't forget the correct pronunciation", I said to the blonde before throwing the powder on the floor and speaking my address out loud.

The last thing I saw were two pairs of blue eyes staring at me before I disappeared and the first thing I saw when I got home were my clothes covered with scoot and the angry voices of my parents came soon enough.

"What's all this racket! Y/N, you should be at Hogwarts right now. Now you're breaking school rules?", my mother said as soon as she arrived in the living room.

She was wearing an apron over the comfortable clothes she wore indoors, then I noticed the delicious smell coming from the kitchen, it was already lunchtime.

Before I could reply, I was pushed forward and almost lost my balance and fell on the small coffee table.

"Honey, what's happening here? Y/n? Draco? Get out of there right now, why did you come home early?", my dad was more confused than angry and I was even more relieved that they were both okay.

Even though I had a lot of explaining to do, I could only run to hug them without caring that I was getting them or even the floor of the room dirty.

Too many emotions consumed me, I had put too many people I cared about in danger and now no one would be truly safe there.

"Don't worry about it, Dumbledore let us leave early for Christmas but so much has happened, I'm so sorry, we're not safe here", my tears flowed without me realizing it, slowly the despair and fear that I had held all this time was consuming me.

"Love, come sit down, we are all fine and whatever has happened, we will work it out. Draco, sit here too.You both look so pale", the woman's angry voice turned to a honey-sweet tone but if I had looked into her eyes, I could have seen the concern in them.

"I'll get some tea, you need to calm down and rest, then we'll talk about whatever happened on the way here", my father got up and hurried out of the room after my favorite tea.

My mom kept hugging me from the right side, her presence was always enough to bring me comfort. Draco had sat down on my left side and the first thing I did was to intertwine his hand in mine and squeeze it lightly, he did it back to reassure me.

The conversation was postponed until after lunch, since we were too hungry to wait and too dirty, according to my mother.

We both took a shower and Draco wore some of my father's clothes as they would fit perfectly, then we went to eat and afterwards, in a calmer mood, we explained what had happened.

The look of horror on my parents' faces had broken my heart, I never told them anything about this dark side of the Wizarding World, especially when I was so close to it all. I wanted to protect them but now I had no other choice.

"I'm sorry I got you into this situation Mr. and Mrs. Lewis, I can stay somewhere else, I can think of a plan and fix it", he said this several times but neither I nor my parents agreed.

"This is absurd, no matter what happens. You're here as part of the family, we'll figure it out if we have to move out of here", my father interrupted for the second time my boyfriend tried to apologize, even though it wasn't his fault.

The conversation didn't last long because we soon came to the conclusion that the best idea would be to send a letter to Dumbledore, explain what happened and ask for help because no other wizard in the world could be better.

"Rest for a while now, as soon as we get an answer we will call you", my mother said from the kitchen. I tried to help with the dishes but she insisted that we deserved a longer rest.

Then I took Draco to my room, I left the door open because it would be better not to leave room for complaints from my father.

The decoration of the room was in several shades of blue, which was always my favorite color, blue from the walls to my closet.

"Let's get some sleep, I'm sure from now on our life won't be easy but it will be better than it was before", I said and lay down on the bed, leaving enough room.

His body snuggled up next to me in silence but I could almost hear the amount of negative thoughts going through his head.

"Hey, you can stop that. We deserve to be a little hopeful and even more so, rest. So you can tell your little head to think about other things, okay?", I put my arm around him and felt him do the same to me, until we were face to face.

"How could you possibly know what I'm thinking? You're horrible with silent spells", he said with a sly smile that opened into a satisfied grin at the sight of my angry expression.

"First of all, I know you very well so of course I know about your pessimism and second, I'm going to have a lot of time to learn and it's not like you're great so shut up", I replied as he laughed but soon, I was the one laughing after he fell off the bed, "Oops, sorry, it was just a little accident”.

That was the first night that he had more than 5 hours of sleep because we were truly safe with Dumbledore's protection. Until Christmas we stayed at my house and we had more truly happy moments in a span of 3 days than in the whole year and all I wished for was more of that forever.

Harry Potter Masterlist

[topherfoxtrot]

Ice cold eyes❄️

❄️Anders Cain smut yeahh. Don't worry you don't need to watch the movie, just keep in mind he's a hockey player with daddy and anger issues.

✨As usual reader is first person and neutral. The dialogue is fun but the text gets super explicit at the end. Be advised. TWs include sex obviously, daddy calling, feet kissing and cum swallow.

🙏Don't forget to like, reblog or comment anything if you enjoyed this piece of moral depravity ^^

Being Anders' neighbor was weird. Some days I could listen to him screaming at the tv or at the cellphone. Some nights I could hear his bed moving around while he had sex. Sometimes his apartment would stay in absolute silence for almost a month. Other times I could listen to him crying in the dark. Those usually came after he had a phone call with his dad.

Tonight was one of those nights. I have a really good hearing so I could always hear his cellphone's ringtone. I paused the Netflix show I was watching and silently walked towards the wall so I could hear him better. Anders' 'hey dad' was kinda of shy. There was some silence. He tried to speak but his father on the other end of the call interrupted him. Anders listened to whatever his dad was saying in silence, except for an occasional deep sigh. He tried to speak again but was interrupted once more. Anders finished the call with a "yes sir".

I knew what was coming but I couldn't take myself away from the wall. I listened to the few dragged footsteps Anders made before collapsing on what I assumed was his couch. Anders cried as silently as he could, I never saw his tears but I could listen to the sniffs. At this point a huge part of me had already decided going to his house so I could help him in some way. I had to wait for the next stage though.

Anders got up and growled. Like a feral animal he approached his punching bag and started to beat the shit out of it. After living next to Anders for more than a year I could actually pinpoint when he was casually training and when he was having one of those anger releasing moments. I walked around my house trying to come up with an excuse to pay him a visit while the punching continued.

There was not a cup of sugar or borrowed plastic pot or any favor to return. We barely ever talked to each other apart from the eventual good mornings and good evenings we would say to each other when we crossed on the hall. Hell I only knew his name because I heard some of his friends saying it in own of those boys nights they have.

I pressed my lips and frowned in disappointment before walking back to the wall. The punching had stoped. I took a deep breath while gathering the courage to actually go talk to him. I left my apartament and walked towards his door still minding my steps as if I was doing something imoral (like invading his privacy). It took me a couple moments to actually knock on his door. I heard him moving around, he clearly wasn't expecting anyone.

When Anders opened the door the first thing I noticed was the bandaid on his nose and the little wound on his left eyebrow. And of course his eyes were bloated due to the recent crying. We were both wearing the same clothes: sweatpants and an old t-shirt. He sniffled hard before talking softly.

"Can I help you?"

"I'm gonna be honest with you." I switched the weight on my feet, "I know you have been crying."

Anders looked at me like I've just caught him completely naked. His eyes traveled to my bare feet and up to my head real fast. They crossed the hall and then stopped at my eyes. It felt like there was more than one sentence forming inside his head at the same time. I purposefully passed my hands on my arms and elbows. He blinked a couple times before inviting me to come in as I knew he would.

The punching bag felt familiar even though I've never actually seen it. I spotted the couch too and the tv. His apartment had the same blueprint than mine and yet it looked really different. I could tell that some of the furniture was too expansive to be there. And the whole place smelled like the cleaning products I couldn't afford to buy. In an instant I remembered all the occasions I would hear the broom and the vacuum working at his apartment. Anders' voice took me out of my own thoughts.

"I'm sorry you heard me." He came from the kitchen holding a glass of water.

"You don't need to!" I reassured him.

"No." Anders shook his head, "I shouldn't cry like that. I'm a grown up. I can take it."

I actually chuckled upon hearing that. He looked offended so I quickly grabbed the glass of water to assert some kindness.

"I'm sorry! It's just that... that's not what being an adult is about. At all! Besides my relationship with my dad is also not good so I can definitely relate."

"You heard the call too?"

"Come on Anders we've been living next to each other for over a year man!" I almost spit the water when I realized what the silence he made actually meant. He never told me his name. I chuckled again, embarrassed this time, "Sorry, I heard your friends calling you that."

He quickly looked at the wall as if trying to see through into my apartment.

"My hearing is above average good, I guess." I smiled akwardly, "And the walls are super thin."

"Actually now that I think about it." Anders looked at me again, from head to toe like he did at the door, "I've heard you to."

Hearing that made my spine freeze. I replayed all my days in my mind. I work from home so I basically stay indoors 24/7. I often listen to music but never loud enough to disturb anyone. I also listen to podcasts while cooking and always end up crying with Netflix shows not targeted to my age. What has he heard??

"what have you heard?"

Anders actually smiled. He walked to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of expensive wine and two cups.

"Are you in a hurry?"

***

We spend some good forty minutes talking on his couch while drinking wine and eating sunflower seeds. Anders said it was about the gains. 'Sunflower seeds are for the winners!', on his words.

We exchanged cooking recipes and cleaning techniques. We also talked about how hard (yet good) it was to live alone. I talked about my work at the computer and he talked about his hockey games and how he would sometimes travel to play far away leagues, which explained his occasional absence.

As the alcohol made it's magic we started to talk about more silly stuff. He said that I had a really bad taste in music, which I agreed. I said that once I found out his name and heard his friends using all this sport vocabulary I googled 'Anders + hockey' to figure out who he was. And I was actually quite surprised he was considerably famous even though I had no idea who he was. I almost considered selling his address to crazy fans. That made him laugh

"How are they like?" I poured more wine into both our glasses, "The fans I mean."

"Eh, you know." Anders shrugged, "Some of them want to drink a beer with you. Some of them want to kiss you. And some of them want to kidnap you."

"And have you ever been kidnapped?"

"Only on purpose." Anders winked at me. That made me smile. His beard was not really my thing but looking closely he was indeed quite attractive. Or maybe that was just the wine talking.

"I mean, I'm at your house and you're drunk. I could very much kidnap you right now couldn't I?" without putting any thoughts into it I raised my feet to the couch because they're so so damn cold. Anders grabbed my feet softly and placed them on his lap.

"You're also drunk. Do you think you can keep me here?"

"At this point we both know that you can only get kidnapped if you're willing to. So the question is: do you want me to kidnap you, Anders Cain?"

He looked at me with those bright blue eyes of his while gently caressing my feet. Slowly and without taking his eyes off me Anders brought my left foot closer to him and kissed it. No one has ever done that to me. And very few people have looked at at me the way he was looking.

"How much do you think you father would pay for your rescue?"

"Honestly? Not much..." Anders placed my foot on his lap again and for a few seconds he looked away from me. I bit my lip in frustration.

"Let's put it this way then." I placed my almost empty glass of wine on the expansive mat, "What about you being daddy tonight?"

The look on Anders' face made it clear that no one has ever offered him such position before. And I was so glad I could be the first to help him explore such profanity. His hands moved from my feet to my ankles. I got closer to him and grabbed his glass of wine to placed it on the mat as well. From this distance I could see a little bit of gray in his eyes. We kissed.

At first softly. His beard felt weird against my cheeks and chin, but not for long. I could taste the wine on his lips and mouth. Once his tongue came into play I felt his hands on my thighs. That made me kiss him even harder. It's been more than a month since the last time I had sex, I definitely missed the touch. I tried to jump on his lap but he grunted in pain and quickly asked me to back away.

"What is it?" I asked worried.

"Hockey stuff." He briefly explained before taking off his shirt to reveal the wounds around his ribs and shoulders. In the heat of the moment that only made me desire Anders even more. I took my shirt off and got up to get closer to him. I gently placed my hands on his waist before kissing him again.

"Don't worry." I whispered, "I'll be gentle daddy."

That made Anders hyperventilate briefly, which of course only made me proud of myself. I kissed his big hands. Then I kissed his forearms and biceps. His shoulders were broad and strong and yet lean. I kissed his shoulders and back being careful not to put too much pressure of the wounds. He flinched slightly but didn't ask me to stop.

Facing Anders again I grabbed the sweatpants and lowered them slowly. His eyes followed mine like that scene from karate kid. That made me feel powerful but I promised 'daddy' I would be kind. I would bring him to orgasm. I would bring him to forget his problems for a while. I would bring him to relax.

I grabbed Anders' dick in order to pull him into his room, but he didn't move. Instead he pulled me closer and kissed my neck. His bite made electricity run through my whole body. When we parted he looked at me with such predator eyes. Blue as ice. Sharp as a knife. Terrifying is not the best word to describe it but it's the first one that comes to mind.

Suddenly I remembered all those videos I digged up online of Anders beating the shit out of other hockey players. Did he look at them the same way he was looking at me? Did they like it as much as I am? Unfiltered duo to the alcohol I whispered.

"You're crazy."

"You like it." He whispered back.

It felt like we should smile but we didn't. Our eyes kept locked in a horny stare. I grabbed his dick again and pulled him into his room without taking my eyes off his. Same blueprint. The thing that catch my attention was the daisy flowers on Anders' bedstand. They seemed out of place for some reason. Or maybe I just didn't know him well enough.

I made him sit on the bed, back on the headboard. He made himself comfortable and I got naked in front of him. He looked at me from head to toe for the third time that night. I licked my own lips in anticipation. His dick was rock hard. Inviting me.

I crawled towards Anders. My hands caressing his ankles and thighs. I kissed him in the mouth again before kissing his neck. He grunted with my weight on him, but only slightly. I then proceeded to kiss his chest and nipples. With my mouth I followed his blonde treasure trail. I kissed his balls testing their sensitivity. Then licked his dick from base to head. When I finally put his cock inside my mouth Anders shivered a little.

His dick was not too long or thick. It was avarage but it only made it easier for me to do my thing. I absolutely took my time. I payed attention to every moan and slight movement Anders made. Slowly deciphering what he liked best.

When I felt like he was approaching climax I went faster for the final prize. He started to moan louder like I've heard from my apartment. I recognized it. I knew it was time. I swallowed his dick into my throat until I felt my nose touching his pubes. He cummed hard into my mouth. I closed my eyes and moaned loudly as I swallowed spunk after spunk of his delicious cum.

After his orgasm I kept sucking his dick until it became soft again. Anders kept moving his finger toes around and grunting in pleasure as I finished my job. When I eventually got satisfied I moved to get off the bed but Anders pulled me back to a kiss. His eyes were still as blue as ice but they looked at me with much more kindness now. We both took a deep breath before kissing again.

***

I didn't like to sleep in the house of the people I had sex with but my apartment was literally a few steps away so I didn't mind. Anders and I took a shower together. We were more sober at the time and talked drowned in the kind of intimacy only an orgasm can grant you, even if temporarily. I slept on his bed with him. We woke up a few times because I would accidentally put my weight on one his hockey wounds.

In the next morning he left to train and I left to my apartment for working. He spend a couple days away and I caught myself checking the hockey leagues every now and then. We had sex some other times after that. I don't know if we consider ourselves friends but one thing is for sure: at this point we know each other better than anyone.

[noirandchocolate]

Hi! What are some pros a cons of owning a cocker spaniel? I may get one, so I'm doing research beforehand, but I don't know too many cocker owners irl. Thanks! :)

Helloooo!  Well, from my experience, here’s what I think, keeping in mind that these lil’ weirdos are my favorite breed so I am a liiiiittle biased.  :D

Pros Include:  1)  Manageable size–not so tiny you worry about crushing their little selves and not so big that they can easily knock you over just by playing.  Also, smallish size means less food, so they are less expensive to feed than large breeds.2)  Manageable fur–they need haircuts and baths and especially their ears need to be combed/brushed regularly, but it’s not a crazy amount of care imo.  Sort of…an in-between amount, between really easy short hair breeds and really hard fancy long hair breeds.  Also they only shed about a normal amount, not like some breeds that can create an entire other dog’s worth of fur when you brush them.  Gosh their fur feels real nice to pet, too.  (NOTE: the care of the coat gets less manageable and to me becomes more of a con if you intend to keep them in “show coat” with the long “skirt”.  Luckily they look cute without it, too!  But put this in the con column if you love that show aesthetic, cause it’s real pretty but needs a lot of maintenance!)  3)  Manageable smarts–they’re clever kiddos and can learn commands and tricks but (remembering every individual is different) they’re not…so incredibly smart that they’re going to pick the latch to the food cabinet, purposely when you can’t see them, at least not in my experience.  Instead they’ll figure out where the food is kept and pout nearby, and also figure out when mealtimes are and let you know about that.  But they are smart enough to come when called, do agility training if you want to do that, solve “puzzles” like treats inside toys and such, etc.  And they CAN learn lots of tricks and words.4)  VERY ENTERTAINING.  Every cocker I’ve had has been a fun little doofus in her own way.  Like I said, they’re smart!  So they can do many kinds of play and you can enjoy watching them hold things with their little paws that they think are hands, you can play fetch and tug with them, you can laugh your ass off when they make a goofy face or jump really high to snap at bubbles.  :D  5)  They’re “merry”–they like people and are less likely than some breeds to be “one person dogs” who stick by or only obey one owner and ignore everyone else.  When treated well cockers are just friendly little souls who will make friends with those you invite into your home (after maybe some initial “who is that!?” barking at the door), remember their buddies, and really really want to curl up near their beloved humans.  Very good companions!6)  GORGEOUS, HAVE YOU SEEN THEM?  Personally I just love their look.  Big soft eyes and big expressive ears…YES.  Good pretty dogs.  They come in so many color varieties, too.  (And one of those varieties is called parti, which is just.  Really fun to say.  Parti dog.)7)  We don’t have any human kids but I’ve heard cockers are good with them if you teach the kids to be gentle.  They’re a safe size to run around and play with children.8)  Adaptive–cockers do like to run around and be active but they’re also good at napping by your side.  They can adapt to a family’s personality and needs.  Note that when young they are much more active and do need to be played with for at least some time every day to work off their energy, but they’re not constantly in need of physical activity so that’s another category where the word is “manageable.”  If you have a fenced yard or fenced dog park, playtime can also be as easy as taking them outside and letting them run around and explore while you sit nearby.  Indoor fetch is also fun for them, and they can be kept busy with treat puzzles and other creative kinds of toys.  9)  Reasonably long-lived, although of course this can vary from dog to dog.  Just looked it up and their median lifespan is 15 years, which is a pretty good chunk of time compared to some other breeds!

Cons Include:1)  Can be opinionated or bossy!  My family’s Sammi was not, but Penny definitely is and I think I’ve read that that can be a Thing with this breed.  Penny wants her meals ON TIME, thank you very much.  And we say that she supervises us, “to make sure we only do The Right Things.”  When we do things Penny Hates (such as use aluminum foil, for some reason), she tells us so, and other cockers might develop their own Hate Lists.  I think this probably varies but yeah cockers CAN be bossybutts; some may be less “go with the flow” than other breeds.  As with any dog, truly undesirable behaviors can be trained out especially if you start training early.2) The ears are beautiful, but they are prone to infections.  You gotta be proactive about that.  There are ear washes you can buy and you just splash some on a gauze pad or even a q-tip and clean out those lil’ ear canals every few days.  Get to the vet if you find large amounts of gunk in there–infections should be treated right away or they can get really bad.3)  Cockers are also more prone than other breeds to immune-mediated hemolytic anemia, a blood disease which is very, very deadly if not treated immediately and aggressively.  We lost our first cocker Cassie to this because the vet didn’t recognize it in time.  Please look up this disease if you get a cocker and be on the lookout for symptoms!  That said, this isn’t like a common thing that means you shouldn’t have a cocker, it’s just something you need to be more vigilant about with this breed.4)  If you start up play-fighting with them, especially when they’re puppies, cockers can decide “hey, fighting is okay then.”  It’s important to train these dudes about when it’s okay to wrestle and how much is too much, if you want to include tussling in their play.  This is because they’re smart enough to mimic their humans.  5) They can really, really easily become food beggars.  Do noooot give them human food especially not from the table.  In fact don’t give them treats or dog food from the table either.  They’ll just learn that your mealtimes are times to beg, which can be irritating.

That’s what I can think of for right now!  All in all these guys are my favorite breed for a reason–they’re pretty, they like to play but can also chill, they’re trainable, and they’re just sweet and goofy little souls.  Good luck with your dog search,wherever it takes you!

(And hey my fellow dog people feel free to chime in!  These are my opinions in my experience so if you want to share your thoughts please do!)

[wintersantagio]

1. For over a decade, I have dressed up far more elaborate in my home than I do when I'm out in the world. When I say "elaborate," I merely mean that I put more thought and theme into I wore at home and more energy into my home life, regenerative life, love life, beginning with love of and intimacy with self, and creating outside of commerce. Instead of being constantly externally-focused and chasing some idyllic version of myself to impress others with, I evolved into being more internally-focused. Doing so strengthened all 7 systems of my body including my emotional and physical health and retrieved a lot of my life force and time back. I have been doing this for so long that I have forgotten what it feels like not to be plugged into my aliveness with no other objective. Yesterday in my home I wore my leopard catsuit, half-inch sequin indoor heels with the pink fur at the toes, fairy wings, and adorned my pelvic floor with waist beads to free my heart and pelvis with every in-step. It's significant for a strong pulsation of our blood flow that we stimulate attractive unrepressed playful sacral energy in our bodies privately in our homes, just for our own alignment and self-mastery first.

2. Not everything beautiful belongs online, you see. We should not only do beautiful things so we can take cute pictures for the Gram or impress our lover because it dilutes and reduces the potency and purity. If we must take a photo or be sassy and gorgeous for our Beloved, we must also make sure we have met-the-intimate-moment alone while cameras and phones were turned off...with ourselves, by ourselves. This integration is what gives the energy we are channelling roots and makes it more authentic and truthful. Because we are usually taught is the opposite- to seek out romantic relationships and/or the validation from others for emotional support when what is really needed is intimacy with self. If we don't have self-intimacy, then we do not have the power to clearly understand or express what we need emotionally from another.  

3. Dressing up around my house is solidly a self-preservation act I do --seriously--just for me...and the stimulation of my own life force energy and auric field. In other words, it's a very personal, spiritual experience like kundalini yoga. Dressing up and playing in different characters is an undocumented type of yoga that can self-regulate us and open up memories locked inside our body. For example, we may remember Ourselves as sacred Temple Priestesses who lived lifetimes as Egyptian royalty and it will begin to make sense why we hold certain desires or expectations of this world. When I was financially struggling, I used to eat only organic or fast. I couldn't understand why I wouldn't just eat what was offered to me but the more I begin to get into my own vibe, the truth illuminated itself overtime. I'm not so hardcore today, but I do clearly understand why I needed why I centered the best nourishments.

4.  Seasonal depression' has a hard time coming for you when you are “meowing” around your house in your big cat energy and shaking your ass (tail) while singing mantras to unlock your truth. So many people are prisoners in their own home because there is no simple fun and greater awareness being championed.  Their homes do not grow their life force energy but takes away from them.

5.  Home should be life-giving, a playground and imaginative portal to get soft, dreamy, creamy, and multidimensionally creative, especially when the weather is shitty or the world is acting up. Even if this or something similar is not your reality right now, knowing that something more is possible begins to uninstall old programming and activate new narratives in your psyche when you are capable of receiving what is being shared.  

6. I  was inspired to play "dress up" as a *practice*  and part of my spiritual upkeep from observing children, my greatest gurus. Whether girl or boy, home for a child is rich and full of fantasy and I began to follow in their joyful footsteps.

7. My lover never knows who or what I will be integrated into when she arrives back home from working/being in another country for days or weeks which is sometimes part of our mystery and play. I can go from a glamorous singer to an actress crowned and accepting her reward for “best actress" to a mythical creature doing walking lunges from one room into the next. It’s important that we get curious on how we can creatively pour into ourselves throughout our days, even if only lasts for 5 minutes every day. This momentum is the feel-good energy that helps us navigate through when the fires of life start to swell like a living hell, when 'life starts life-in'. You will rarely find me bored or frumpying around my home. I wear my rosemary flower crown on my head with gold chains dangling around my waist and ankles which makes my body feel musical. My body is inverted every few hours, working on splits,  or doing other playful immune-boosting acts in-between folding laundry, making soup, writing books, etc.  

8. For those of us connected to the feminine in a deeper way, our home has to become our creative gateway because it is where we spend most of our time. When I worked 50 hours a week as an Corporate Accountant, I would come home and put on my playful regalia and hip belts just to come back into my truth.  Because home must be the one place where we feel ourselves the most as we dance, pray, meditate, rest, make love, digest, caretake, etc. I may randomly start crying, feel down, or whatever but I'm not a big fan of labelling human nature. Because it's natural to experience dips in our energy this time of year in colder climates. We do not need to assign any label to what is human. Just consider allowing your home to be a tiny bit more playful and lighthearted and everything else will fall into place from there.

9. Because our home is our first seed.

-not mine