#chewing on this photoset

[itsgrimeytime]

hey guys,,, did you know

✨️his swoopy middle part✨️

[xstrikeapose]

JOCELYN CHEW ph. Clint for Gooseberry Intimates.

[ear-to-the-speaker]

PETE IF YOU NEED SOMEONE WHO CAN BARK L UM. LET ME KNOW (x)

[muppetjohntavares]

A softer Chucky 🐀

(Picture credit to Eliot J. Schechter)

[humblemooncat]

Oh noooooo, don't bully the catte. He hates being bullied by attractive men. Please continue.

Bless 'Sae though. They definitely meant well. xD

Ki'to absolutely respect's 'Sae's taste in men. Handshaking in Raha enjoyer.

SHOO, LEAVE THAT CAT ALONE

(alt title: an untimely intervention)

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sorry @humblemooncat, looks like minasha's taken a liking to bothering ki'to :3c whatever will the poor catte do...

[dollmaidcrystal]

During a period when Mistress was too focused on work to play with her submissives, I became too tight for her to comfortably fit two fingers into. As punishment, I've been assigned to train on the Motorbunny Buck, Mistress's fucking machine of choice, daily for a month.

Day 1: Is this supposed to be a punishment? This doesn't seem like a punishment at all.

Day 2: I'm already tired of having to run an extra load on the dishwasher every day, since it has the all-important "Sanitize" cycle for cleaning up the Motorbunny attachments.

Day 3: Daily training is starting to pay off. That last session felt good. Really good.

Day 4: Riding the fucking machine is not the punishment, it's having to clean up afterwards every day. I asked Mistress if I could have permission to move the Motorbunny to next to the guest showers. (She said no.)

Day 5: Barely avoided disaster today. I forgot to lock up the door to the dungeon when the municipal water inspector came by to look around the basement. Fortunately, I spotted my mistake while he was still taking his boots off upstairs.

Day 6: Skip day. Mistress was home from work, and she called "dibs".

Day 7: Experimented more with the higher vibration settings today and probably overdid it. I’m going to have to take it easy for the next few days while my poor sissy booty heals.

Day 8: Switched from the spiral dildo to the precision probe. Today's training consists of trying to find exactly where all of my spots are.

Day 9: Skip day. I had a doctor's appointment. Real life takes priority!

Day 10: To make up for skipping a day, I switched to the larger Doc Johnson attachment. It was too large to ride, so I had to use the vertical wedge stand to be taken from behind. Taking something that large felt sooo good.

Day 11: Oh crap. While moving the Motorbunny back upright, I heard a crack. The plastic casing of the adapter plug cracked in half. I jury rigged back together (with some scary sparks!), but that is going to be a problem.

Day 12: A warranty replacement for the adapter is already on its way. I am more impressed by the customer service than how good I felt after today's session.

Day 13: Skip day. Mistress came home from work early because she was feeling sick. My time was spent taking care of her and lecturing her about the importance of diet and daily exercise. Writing this down in my punishment journal, I'm glad she was too sick to notice the irony.

Day 14: After some experimentation, the Motorbunny hits my spots best if I’m leaning all the way forward or arching backwards. I'm pretty sure I should stick to arching back in photosets.

Day 15: Mistress is still sick, which makes these daily training sessions extra hard. When she's healthy, I know that riding the fucking machine is a warmup for being played with later, but now I know it's going to leave me extra frustrated for the rest of the day.

Day 16: I’m starting to crave something in my mouth during these daily rides. I’m not sure how to deal with that. Maybe I should bring a box of Triscuits to the dungeon tomorrow? Will that work?

Day 17: Bringing a ball gag down to the dungeon definitely helps with my oral cravings, but I feel kind of silly doing it. It doesn’t help that 🐶 is staring at me like he’s judging my technique at chewing a ball. "Bloody amateur can't even keep in in her mouth without a safety strap."

Day 18: Mistress had some time to personally supervise my training today. The splash image on this post comes from this session.

Day 19: The warranty replacement adapter just arrived! I think I'll leave the broken one in place and keep the new one as a backup. I said it once, and I'll say it again: I am seriously impressed by the level of customer service Motorbunny has.

Day 20: Pondering upgrades to the Motorbunny using the Bondage Erector Set. Reflective Desires has so many ideas that I want to steal.

Day 21: The cursed LureVibe fucking bear is now making the rounds. I wonder if I should upgrade from Motorbunny to Motorbear. https://lurevibe.com/products/doll-automatic-thrusting-vibrating-swing-machine-female-masturbation-device

Day 22: Mistress is upset that most of the pictures she took makes me look hunchbacked. I need to find a way to ride the Motorbunny that's more photogenic, apparently.

Day 23: Gross! I accidentally put another layer of condom and lube on the attachment and didn’t peel it off before washing. Now I have a layer of cooked on dry lube to scrub off my dildo.

Day 24: I can't figure out how to advance my training. Mistress wants me to train to be penetrated at a wider variety of angles (instead of the one that feels really, really good but looks awful on camera). What even is the best to train for that? Wiggle around on the dildo every day?

Day 25: Following a friend’s advice, I’m trying yoga on the Motorbunny to improve my range of positions. This is a weird experience, and not just because of how hard it is to hold a stretch while being fucked.

Day 26: Skip day. After Pride Weekend, I can't move.

Day 27: Flexibility training continues. I’ve learned I’m not going to be able to move which spots feel good, but I can move the rest of my body. Biggest bang for my buck seems to be in getting more dramatic back arches, followed by working on my range of leg motion.

Day 28: Taking a break from trying to improve my form. Instead, I'm putting in the thickest attachment I can handle and enjoying the ride.

Day 29: I'm putting off today's training to edit and post this punishment journal. I'm hitting post now so I can get back to training.

[fatcatblake]

3. being in denial about weight gain.

7. Button popping/seam ripping.

(Fashion model Weiss has been enjoying all the treats sent in by her adoring fans

What do you mean her dress doesn’t fit any more? Of course it’s the tailor’s fault!)

"Mmmhhh..."

Huffing as she adjusted her skirt, slupring down the piece of a cookie she had hanging out of her mouth, Weiss glanced over towards the mirror in her room. It fit... just, but that had to be a fault of the seamstress that made this dress.

Being a model had always been a stressful job for Weiss, trying her best to get ahead of the competition. That led to a lot of stress eating, and a lot of stress eating led to a lot of weight gain.

However, once she hit 250lbs, that was when her plus sized modeling career took off. From there it was smooth sailing, hitting it off huge.

Bikini shoots, winter photosets, fall albums, spring calendars, Weiss was dominating her field and making a killing.

And her fans were just so supportive.

Huffing again as she waddled a step backwards, Weiss let her titanic rump come crashing down onto her couch. The legs to it would have snapped off from the impact if they hadn't broken off months ago. 250lbs was a weight she'd long since surpassed, mainly because of her fans.

Reaching over to the side, Weiss smiled as she grabbed another case of cookies. She'd never been shy about accepting fan gifts, her greedy nature making her more than happy to take whatever they gave. That usually meant food. It was a good thing that all her modeling helped her burn off the calories... so she believed.

Not even eating them with her hands, the 900lb heiress lifted the box up to her mouth, letting the cookies just slide into her mouth. Chewing happily, she couldn't hear anything over the sounds of her crunching and chewing.

Not the sounds of her dress splitting open, the tears of her thigh highs, the ripping of her skirt, or the shredding of her sleeves as more and more poundage crept of her frame.

She was the biggest model in the plus-sized industry, what did she have to worry about?

[rockin-robinz]

Robin Watching: 2010/∞

Jason Todd as Red Hood

Image Source

Future State: Gotham #2 by Giannis Milonogiannis

Future State: Gotham #2 Cover by Jose Ladrönn (Middle Right)

Future State: Gotham #2 Variant Cover by Derrick Chew (Middle Left)

[buddiebeginz]

Wookie the Chew | James Hance

[thepowerofblackwomen]

Michaela Coel for The Times

[justdiarythoughts]

My cat is a demon sent to eat my hand.

[adheeles]

catra enjoys salty foods over sweet ones bc i doubt there’s a big supply of sugar in the fright zone n i’d imagine she just doesn’t have the taste for sugar. 

[spongebobpics]

[gatheringfiki]

The following ficlet was written by @marigoldvance based on this photoset.

Fili/Kili, Gen.

You might also be able to read this story on AO3.

If you’ve enjoyed this story, please leave a comment either in replies or on AO3. :)

Nipping at your nose…

—

It was winter in Burgess again and Kíli was excited.

That’s right, Kíli, because, thanks to Baby Tooth, he’d remembered who’d been before he’d been drawn out of the lake to assume the position of Jack Frost. It’d been Fíli’s idea to use his old name, bless him, and Kíli hadn’t had an argument as to why he shouldn’t. The others continued to call him ‘Jack’, though, which had rankled until Fíli explained that ‘Jack’ was like Kíli’s superhero name.

Being a Guardian, Fíli had said, was like being in the Justice League – a makebelieve team Kíli hadn’t heard of until he’d met Fíli Durin and Fíli’s little brother, Tíli. (Tíli, Fíli had mentioned gravely with a sad shake of his sweet, blond head, preferred The Avengers.) Apparently, heroes referred to each other by their superhero names all the time. So, that North, Tooth and Bunny kept calling him ‘Jack’ was exactly the same.

Besides, after a while, Kíli had kind of liked that only Fíli – and, by extension, Tíli – called him by his real name. It made their bond feel more special. Something Kíli wasn’t looking into at all since, although he looked fifteen, he was probably somewhere around three-HUNDRED-and-twelve years old, give or take a decade.

Fíli had just turned thirteen in August.

Gross.

Anyway – Kíli flapped a hand by his head as if to dispel that train of thought as he leapt and twirled from rooftop to rooftop on his way toward Fíli’s house – this year was special; for the first time in their short friendship, North wasn’t the only one equipped with a present for Fíli. Kíli had seen it during his stint in Australia and knew instantly that it was perfect for Fíli, so he’d, maybe, sort of, quite possibly begged North to have his elves design something similar (you know, to avoid having to steal the one Kíli had seen in the shop window).

            “Please, North, it’s for Fíli!”

North yawned, rubbed his eyes and frowned at Kíli from his armchair, voice gravelly from sleep, “And is only June, Frost. I will make him camera myself when time is come to do so.”

            “Come on, he’s the Last Light, he deserves to get a gift before Christmas, don’t you think? If it wasn’t for him, we’d all be dead!” North made a face of acceptance, “And it’s not from you, it’s from me; I just need your help.” Kíli batted his lashes and painted on his most endearing smile, “Pretty please with a cherry on top?”

            “Fine,” North agreed, “But you let elves take lead, they know what to do.” He narrowed a suspicious glare on Kíli, “I cannot afford second fire. Deal?”

            “Deal!” Kíli cheered, swooped in, and hugged North tightly before backflipping in the air and taking off like a shot out the open window, eager to get to North’s factory and get things underway.

During Kíli’s visit last year, Fíli had briefly mentioned a budding interest in taking pictures. The polaroid – at least, Kíli thought that’s what it was called – was enamel-white and pretty bulky, but developed the pictures right then and there, no waiting, so Fíli could admire his creativity in the snap of his fingers!

Kíli chewed the bottom of the smile he couldn’t restrain. He somersaulted over the peak of an attic, swirled around a treetop, and landed on his toes on Fíli’s windowsill, using the head of his staff to knock on the glass.

It took less than a second for Kíli to hear the sounds of Fíli clamoring out of bed, his body making a dull thud when it hit the ground, before the scrape of the metal rings against the rod when Fíli threw open his curtains. Fíli’s grin matched Kíli’s in excitement as he lifted his window and ushered Kíli in.

            “You’re here!” Fíli said, jumping into Kíli’s ready embrace and laughing at being spun around in circles.

            “I’m here!” Kíli chuckled, setting Fíli back on his feet, holding his shoulders until his eyes stopped spinning. “And I have something for you.” Kíli added with mischief.

Fíli lit up, bouncing as he flopped back onto a bed much bigger than the one Kíli remembered. In fact, much of his room had changed since Kíli had last been. It looked like it belonged to an older boy. Which, Kíli supposed, Fíli was.

            “Well?” Fíli prompted, holding out his hands and making grabby motions with his fingers. “What is it?”

With a flick of his wrist, Kíli summoned the box that contained Fíli’s camera out of the ether and presented it to Fíli with a flourish. Immediately, Fíli began to tear into the wrapping paper. As he opened his gift, Kíli floated over to the bed, dropping into the space beside Fíli, watching Fíli’s face change from eagerness to awe. Fíli lifted the camera out of its box, eyes big and jaw slack.

            “You got this for me?” He asked, turned to stare at Kíli in wonderment.

Kíli nodded, pleased with himself because he was certain he’d got it right.

Fíli placed the camera carefully down on his other side, “Thank you!” and then tackled Kíli backwards, his arms tight around Kíli’s neck, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

            “Ah-haha!” Kíli lifted them both into the air, rolled over and let Fíli drop onto his back on the mattress, drifting down like a feather beside him and propping his head in his hand. “So, I take it you like it?”

            “Oh-ho-ho, yeah!” Fíli sat up and reached for the camera, hauling it back with him as he lay back down, “C’mon, I want to try it out.” He hooked an arm around Kíli’s neck and dragged him into his side, squishing their faces together, “Say cheese!” And he clicked.

The light was blinding, and it took several blinks to see through the spots. Kíli heard the whir of the camera developing the photo and spitting it out onto Fíli’s chest. Fíli began to shake it, grinning the whole time, his eyes sparkling happily as he flicked his gaze between Kíli, who’d moved back to watch Fíli at work, and the polaroid.

Finally, the image began to appear.

Kíli’s face fell. He sat up, swung his legs over the side of the bed and turned his back to Fíli, head hung in familiar defeat.

            “Oh,” Fíli mumbled, his voice capturing Kíli’s heartache.

The image only showed Fíli’s smiling face, Kíli entirely invisible, as had been the case for too many years before Fíli had rallied the children and had brought Jack Frost into the light. The memory of centuries of being overlooked reared in the hollow of his ribcage.

He felt the mattress shift to his right and a warmth envelope his hand where it dangled between his knees.

            “Hey,” Fíli said, nudging Kíli’s shoulder with his own. “Hey, look at me, Kee.”

Kíli did, but he couldn’t hide the disappointment and fear that had settled within him.

            “I don’t want you to forget me.” He admitted, snagging his bottom lip between his teeth, frown pinching his brow.

Fíli scrambled off the bed to crouch in the space at Kíli’s feet, palms on Kíli’s knees, expression fearless and determined.

            “And I never will.” He said firmly, catching Kíli’s gaze. “Ever.”

Kíli scoffed. “All kids do when they grow up, Fíli. It’s just what happens.”

            “Yeah, well, not all kids are best friends with Jack Frost, are they?”

Best friends? Yeah, Kíli figured they kind of were, weren’t they? But still…

Kíli swallowed thickly, “But what if you do?”

            “Remember how my Believing made it possible for you guys to defeat Pitch?” Fíli said, lifting himself onto his knees, holding Kíli’s thighs for support, “Remember how I helped everyone else Believe, too? Huh?”

Kíli nodded. “Hard to forget, kid.” He curled his forefinger and cuffed Fíli’s chin with it fondly, trying his best to blink the sadness from his eyes.

            “You said I was special, Kee.” Fíli reminded him. “You just need to Believe it.”

A strange sense of understanding and hope flushed through Kíli as he welcomed Fíli into his arms for a comforting hug.

-

Fíli hadn’t been lying that evening when Kíli had presented him with his first camera. Now in his thirties, he remained Kíli’s best friend, if not a little bit more. The silver band on his finger glinted in the moonlight as he waved goodbye to Kíli, another winter melted into spring.

[neonponders]

💋  Welcome! 💋

Here’s a Master List to help you find my posts through all of the reblogs ~

✨ My post about Harringrove for Ukraine here ✨

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Like, a lot.

Eventually they do wind up on my ao3:

the shortest/randomest uploaded as chapters to The Hair Harrington.

Or uploaded individually as part of my Harringrove Tumblr Drabbles series.

• In no particular order:

Steve wearing women’s underwear and Billy’s discovery.

Mafia_au with mobster!billy and hair stylist!steve.

part 2 - (ao3 here)

Mafia_au with mobster!billy and waiter!steve with a sprinkling of sugar daddy antics.

part 1 & part 2

(ao3 here)

Soulmates_au where writing on your skin shows up on your partner’s body.

part 1 & part 2

(ao3 here)

Steve and Eleven being siblings

My posts for the tag game “This Steve with This Billy”

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

Tattoo artist! Steve

007!au with Agent!Billy and Q!Steve

Billy stims by chewing on things and Steve decides to get a dog

part 1 & part 2

Sugar baby/asexual Steve and sugar daddy!Billy

part 2 - part 3 & ao3

Photographer Steve and Model Billy

[coffeewithariadne]

[Another visual round of connecting the dots between my spiritual & creative practices 🎠

Deck: The Gorgon's Tarot by Dolores Fitchie

Collage, tarot, and poetry are my foundations. I'm constantly looking for ways to intertwine them. I don't always have immediate words for the connections I discover through doing this, but my hope is that by gathering them in separate pieces, in time the synthesis will come. // I'm also hoping that now that I am blogging more, I can take time to expand on these ideas in longer essays.

Honestly, I've been chewing on ways to weave these three passions together into some sort of larger project for years. (The obvious idea, and the one most often on my mind, is creating a deck, but that's something I'll need to find a better way of sorting through my chaos for before I feel capable of attempting. 😏)

Meanwhile, as I agonize over marinate in my own painstakingly slow idea implementation process, have a photoset 🤷🏼‍♀️

& more of my collage work at @agatheringofshapes 💛

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