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cristinasequinemassage · 2 years ago

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Website: https://www.equinemassage.co/

Address: Ottawa, Ontario, Canada

I am a Certified Equine Massage Therapist and Certified Myo-manipulative Functional Therapist providing bodywork for horses using several methods, including; Massage, Myo-Fascial Release, BEMER therapy, some Masterson Method™️ techniques, stretching and Kinesiology Taping. My goal is to help your horse achieve better performance, improve overall health, rehabilitate after an injury or illness and keep horses of all disciplines in top condition!

BENEFITS OF EQUINE MASSAGE THERAPY:

--Pain relief --Improved functionality --Fascia release --Improved circulation --Relaxation --Stress relief --More efficient movement --Improved posture, circulation, coat condition and muscle tone --Immune system support --Injury prevention --Stimulation of the lymphatic system

About Me:

I am a Certified Equine Massage Therapist and have obtained the following qualifications:

Certified Equine Massage Therapist (The School of Equine Massage and Rehabilitation Therapies)

Certified Equine Myo-manipulative Functional Therapist (Holistic Animal Studies)

I am a member in good standing with the International Association of Animal Massage and Bodywork

I completed The Masterson Method® Beyond Horse Massage Seminar/Workshop

Certified: Sport Horse Injury/Lameness Prevention & Care from the University of Guelph

Certified: Horse Care and Welfare from the University of Guelph

I completed the Balance Through Movement™️ Master Class

I hold a Masters degree in (human) Psychology - B.A., M.Ed

I am always continuing my education and am currently working on my Equine Kinesiology Taping certification.

Horses have been in my life since 1984 in a variety of ways throughout the years - I have boarded horses at stables and have cared for them at home. I competed in the hunter and jumper A circuit (Western Canada) at 1.10m. I have trained my own horses - one off the track and one hombred Connemara. In the 1980/90s we had a Connemara breeding program. I have introduced many children to horse care and horseback riding. And now I am an adult amateur rider and equine massage therapist.

Horses give us so much and it is wonderful to give back to them in this way. They benefit greatly from the moments of relaxation and tension relief that they get from massage as displayed by their lowered head and gentle sighs. The increased performance and quicker recovery times after injury are just some of the benefits of equine massage and is a great way to take care of our equine partners.

Business Email: [email protected]

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/cristinasequinemassage

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cherie-doll · 8 months ago

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greetings

This blog will be where I dump my stories & fics.

about me: unemployed graduate with too much creativity, she/her, aro, mexican-american, intj, goth/alt, visual-kei lover, metal and kpop enjoyer, likes to play video games, writer, adores reading & literature, into anything vampire related, art & history, ex-horse crazy girl, and an oxford comma enthusiast

(im ageless to reduce the chances of ppl ik irl finding my acc again, but im not a minor dw)

fav book shelf: The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho, Valerie and Her Week of Wonders by Vítězslav Nezval, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, Eleven Minutes by Paulo Coelho, Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia, Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Emma by Jane Austen, East of Eden by John Steinbeck, The Judgment by Franz Kafka

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۶ৎMasterlist

‗ ❍König:

Only Rule of This World

Brain rot

Brain Rot nsfw

dilf!könig

‗ ❍Horangi:

SFW Alphabet

Invoker!Horangi x Demon!Reader AU

‗ ❍Ghost:

Words of Violence Break the Silence

Zombie!Ghost x Reader

lol imagine ghost posing for a pic

Simon w/ Chronically ill Reader

‗ ❍Soap:

A thought

‗ ❍Alejandro:

Brain rot

Funny Brain Rot Moment

‗ ❍Rudy:

Funny Brain Rot Moment

Sweet Tooth-Rotting Friends to Lovers Fluff w/ Rudy

‗ ❍Phillip Graves:

Crave

A Shining Star Taken From The Sky

Phillip getting glasses brainrot

Hispanic Phillip Graves lol

First Kiss w/ Phillip hcs!!1 AHHH

Sweet Phillip Graves hcs

‗ ❍Keegan:

Oblivious

Oblivious #2

SFW Alphabet

Keegan x Assassin!Reader

Keegan w/ a clingy, tired Reader

Sharing Barracks w/ Keegan

Grumpy!Keegan x Pregnant Wife!Reader

Kissing Keegan Through His Mask

Keegan Having A Nightmare

First Kiss w/Keegan hcs!!1!

there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

Yandere!Keegan x Reader

‗ ❍Nikto:

Arranged Marriage!Nikto x Reader

𓆩♡𓆪Headcanons:

The Orange Peel Test

Beauty Mark

When They Come Back

They Realize They’re In Love With You

Night Routine

Their Dream Life With You

Missing You While They’re Away

Them As Parents

Them As Parents #2

Hidden Affection

Miniskirt

Summer With Them

Their First Date With You

They're At Sephora Buying Your Makeup

They're At Sephora Buying Your Makeup #2

You Use The Head Massage Spider Thing On Them

They Pay For What You Want

Taking Care Of You While You're Sick

You're A Bookworm

You’ve Got Sleeping Issues

Royalty x Knight

Binge Eating

Convincing Them To Get A Pet

Would They Defend You If You Were A Witch

COD Men As Werewolves

COD Characters + Metal Band AU

That Boxing Machine Game Trend

COD Characters + Mythical/Monsters/Weirdos AU

Scaring The COD Men

That Boxing Machine Game Trend Pt. 2

You're Allergic To Pets

COD Men + Victorian Era + Vampires

When They Propose

Yandere!Cod Men x Reader

Yandere!Cod Men x Reader Pt. 2

They're Jealous

You Get A Retired Military Dog

COD Men Reacting To You Being In A Car Crash

More Yandere!Walker Hcs!1!

Their Reactions To Someone Insulting You

They're Your Bodyguards (Royalty x Knight AU Part #2)

໒꒱ྀ།Other

Who I would Kiss, Marry, Kill But Make It Interesting

Their Sun Signs

Their MBTI

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minminyoonjii · 2 years ago

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Stray Love Haven Masterlist

❤️Ultimate Masterlist

💜Rules and Guidelines

Welcome to minminyoonjii's Stray Love Haven. Each day has a story of its own but collectively there's a plot.

Please select the day of your choice:

Introduction

-> Day 4 : Han Jisung/Yang Jeongin [Double Penetration|Horse Sex Toy|Spanking|Creampie|Aftercare]

-> The End [Author's ending words and thanks]

*Epilogue is on Day 31

Enjoy your stay.

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kiki-shortsnout · 4 months ago

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Something I'm working for @the-elle-kat! A Sugardaddy A/B/O in which Tony (omega) ran away from home at 19 when he was pregnant, and since then has been leaping from crappy part-time jobs to make ends meet.

Stephen (Alpha) a famous, and rich, neurosurgeon has been looking for a caregiver for his mother, who is paralysed from the waist down after a horse riding accident.

When Tony turns up to interview for Beverly Strange's caregiver, Stephen immediately wants to turn him away, especially when Tony brings his young daughter with him.

I'm hoping to have this 70k turned 120K word story up in the next month or two!

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Stephen grumbled to himself as he dug his fingers into the tight knots on either side of his neck, considering booking himself in for a massage, he stopped at the threshold of his living room, eyes narrowing when he saw who was sitting at the dining room table.

The child.

She was writing something into a book, humming gently under her breath with her small feet swinging. He could go into his bedroom to work, back to the hospital, any other room that didn’t involve a small child invading his personal space, but this was his home and he wasn’t going to let himself be chased out by a child.

Circling the table whilst keeping an eye on her movements, he saw the moment she noticed him. Her feet stopped swinging as a tiny hand reached out to clutch a soft toy perched beside her book.

Carefully, as if she were a rabid animal or something, Stephen placed his patient files down at the very corner of the table, waiting for her to strike, to say anything, before he silently pulled his chair out, still watching her.

Don’t make any sudden movements.

Taking his seat, he spread his papers out, careful not to invade her little corner of the table. Peeping up at him through the bangs of her hair, she bit her bottom lip in curiosity as she watched him.

He should’ve offered her a smile, been kind to her like he was with his child patients, but he couldn’t make himself do it, staring at her until she backed down, returning to her workbook. Appreciating the silence, Stephen began writing notes in the margin of the files, losing himself in test results, CT scans, treatment plans, focused on nothing other than how he could help the people under his care.

After a long while, Stephen placed his pen down, shaking out his hands and looking around for his clock, pausing his movements when he saw the girl still working, her tongue touching the corner of her mouth as she concentrated.

He’d completely forgotten about her.

Begrudgingly, Stephen could admit she was cute, and she hadn’t caused him any issues since they’d moved into his penthouse.

With a start, Stephen realized he couldn’t remember her name, that he knew nothing of this small girl who had been living with him for over two months now. Her toys didn’t spill out into the rest of the penthouse, nothing had been broken by her hand, she was a ghost in his home.

Getting to his feet, he caught the slight flinch from her, and he froze, horror trickling into the pit of his stomach in frigid droplets.

She was scared of him.

Quickly coming to a decision, he left the room for the kitchen, leaving the adjoining door open so she could see him. Placing a mug beneath the coffee machine and searching his cupboards, smiling to himself when he found what he was looking for. While he waited for his coffee, he shot fugitive glances over his shoulder, wondering if fear would make her flee.

Watching the coffee percolate, he was transported back to his own childhood, the way he used to tiptoe around his father, hiding beneath his bed when he could hear him downstairs in one of his moods, swearing and slamming doors.

His original distaste of their whole situation, her unqualified parent working for him had nothing to do with her, and yet he’d been punishing her for it, refusing to interact with her despite his mother obviously being smitten with her.

It hadn’t been difficult to put together a mosaic of understanding from the pieces of information he knew about them, could remember how his chest had ached in sympathy at her limited amount of possessions, how excited she had been about having another book to add to her meagre collection.

The pair of them were here to stay for the foreseeable future, did he really want her terrified of him?

Memory made him lift his hand to touch his cheek, a phantom tingling sensation of where his father used to slap him, where Stephen’s excitement and pride at receiving high grades had been slowly worn down into shame and eventually resentment.

Looking through the door, he watched he look around the living room with wide frightened eyes, looking over her shoulder to the door to the hallway, listening for something before she looked back down at her workbook, clearly torn.

He was treading his father’s footsteps.

Bringing his drink back to the table, he stretched out and placed a mug in front of her, smiling as her huge eyes looked at him.

She has beautiful eyes, just like Stark’s.

He’d never wanted kids, didn’t know how to interact with them, struggled with children of patients, his own juvenile patients, but looking down at this small girl now, her eyes brimming with tears, all he could think of was himself being frightened of his father.

‘It’s warm milk, would you like something else instead?’ He made his voice as low and as soothing as he could make it, smiling at her when she shook her head. ‘Sure? I might have some cocoa powder around here.’

She perked up at that, the tears fading as a small smile touched the corner of her lips.

‘Please,’ she whispered, offering him back the mug.

‘No problem, do you like marshmallows?’

‘What’s marsh allows?’

‘Give me a minute, and I’ll show you.’

Rummaging through his cupboards, he found what he was looking for, a gag gift from Wong that he’d stashed at the very back, the packet dusty. Checking it for the best-before date, he opened it, popping a few in his mouth as he stirred the cocoa powder into the milk. When was the last time he’d had cocoa?

Stephen couldn’t remember, the only memory he could recall was sitting in front of the fire back home with Donna, sipping at their drinks as they watched cartoons one morning. Making a decision, he pulled down another mug from the cupboard to make a matching drink, sprinkling a generous number of marshmallows into both.

‘There you go, let me know what you think.’

‘They’re pink,’ the girl told him, scrunching her nose.

‘You don’t like pink?’ Stephen asked, leaning back in his chair as he blew over his drink.

‘Yucky,’ she told him, taking the mug in both hands and copying him, her breath creating small ripples.

Didn’t I ask for the spare bedroom to be decorated in pink? Stephen tried to remember. He’d ignored the expense as it came in at the end of the month, uncaring of how the child’s bedroom had been kitted out. Stephen didn’t understand why she hadn’t said anything, why Stark hadn’t said anything.

‘They’re squishy,’ she told him delight, giggling to herself and doing a happy wriggle in her chair.

‘I’m glad you like them. I’ll keep an eye out for white marshmallows next time. What are you working on?’

‘Letters,’ she told him with an enormous sigh, placing her drink down and offering him her workbook.

Morgan.

Her name was Morgan.

‘Those look really good. I can see you’ve been working hard at them,’ he told her, genuine with his praise, his smiling stretching wider at the very faint blush he got.

Hunching over her drink, she sipped at it, eyes going wide at the taste before she tried to drink more, sticking her tongue out as she inevitably burnt it.

He chuckled, before holding his hands up as she glared at him, trying to show he wasn’t trying to be cruel.

‘You look like a little gremlin like that,’ he said, laughing out loud at her frown.

‘Gemmin,’ she chuckled to herself, nodding to herself.

‘Did you just call my daughter a gremlin?’

He hadn’t heard the omega in the doorway, couldn’t scent him, and he felt himself tense at the accusation. Ready to defend himself he glanced up, lips parting as he took in the man watching them both. He was smiling, gaze soft as he watched his daughter, but it was the t-shirt he was drowning in that caught Stephen’s attention, the sharp jut of collarbones, the damp curling hair around his ears.

‘Daddy!’ Morgan squeaked, holding her mug out and using her hand to point. ‘Arsh allows.’

#ironstrange #tony x stephen #work in progress wednesday #tony stark #stephen strange #a/b/o verse #long story #fanfic writing #fanfiction

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fitzpatrick-legacy · 27 days ago

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Hazel: mum, what are we doing here? Zelda: girls I see that you don't take care of your health and body, so I brought you here to show what sport activities you can do and how to relax Rory: I relax when I read books laying in my bed

Zelda: first you start with some cardio, jogging is refreshing Hazel: I feel like i'll die now

Zelda: then you need some activity for your muscles, boxing or weight machine

Zelda: Hazel, get up! Hazel: muuum I'm tired Zelda: you barely do anything!

Zelda: and at the end of your training it's good to do some yoga or pilates to stretch your muscles to reduce muscle pain you can have tomorrow? Hazel: WHAT? I will have pain tomorrow? Rory: mum, I do horse riding, why do I need extra exercises? Zelda: because you need to take care of your body to stay healthy and live long Hazel: but it's so difficult!

Zelda: it's going to be easier if you do it more often!

Hazel: oh i love getting massage Rory: me too, I wish wee just have massage without this sports part Hazel: agree

Zelda: how was your massages girls? Rory: I love it Hazel: let's get massages more often Zelda: only after some sports Rory: oh no

social bunny post: in spa with my besties 🤍

Zelda: I wish we spend more time together girls Hazel: but I hate sports Rory: I love spending time with you mum, but next time let's do something else? Zelda: ok, ok, next time something else Hazel: thanks mum

#fitzpatricklegacy #fitzpatrick gen 11 #sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 screenshots #ts4 #ts4 legacy #ts4 lets play #ts4 screenshots #ts4 simblr

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filth-burps-writing · 10 months ago

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T-shirt

This is inspired by a real conversation me and my girlfriend had. First person POV.

It had been a long three hours. Dance class all day tends to lead to three things; a ravenous appetite, being drenched in sweat and being weirdly horny. Luckily unlike most days my girlfriend was waiting for me when I got home. One week of a parent-free house too. As I stretched and massaged my rubber legs I thought about how I’d be twice as exhausted once the day was over- but plenty energised for antics. I suddenly came up with a bright idea. I whipped out my phone to text her immediately;

“Hey babe. My shirt probably already stinks. If I make it worse on purpose would you wear it tonight?😈”

“Oh my God yes I would love to. Mark me with your scent. I want to be second grossest person in the supermarket tonight.🥰”

Perfect. Four more hours of dance. Now the shirt is sticking to skin all over. But the sweating time wasn’t over. I head to the student gym and hit arm day a little hard than usual. Arousal is the best motivator. Then I have a little pre-dinner at a coffee shop; broccoli Mac and cheese, an americano and a slice of chocolate cake. I love any excuse to eat but this time I’m on a mission. Make myself fart.

Once I’m off the bus I walk home in a cloud of joy. I’m a simple,slobby dude; I like food, sex, being gross and gross people. As I get to the door I grin wildly. My sweet girlfriend answers the door. As per usual she looks stunning. I kiss her on the cheek and say; “ it’s been a long day but I’m willing to make it twice as long for you.”She frets over me and compliments me, as I babble on about all the dumb shit I thought about to pass the time. Mid sentence a small burp falls out of her lips. It sounds so normal these days. I can’t help but shower her with compliments though. Especially with the snack packages I can see on the table. My plan needs to be executed though. I excuse myself to upstairs.

Perfect. I can hear my stomach gurgle. I always have a fart brewing but these will reek. I pull my sweaty t-shirt off, screw it up and shove it in my trousers. Then I push down with my hands clasped on my belly. Sure enough I release four massive farts in a row. Deep, bubbly and long directly into the already smelly shirt. I put on a shirt from my “worn once but not too bad” pile then go downstairs to see her stratching her ear while watching TV. Cutie. I say “hey babe you know what I said earlier about my shirt. Well I’ve stunk out this one for you. I hope you enjoy it.” She buries her nose in and stim-whistles a couple of times then puts on the shirt. “Thank you . This feels so cozy.”

“You look cute babe. Walk to the supermarket , wander around to get dinner, get the bus back then eat and fool around with a space documentary on?” “Could we get the bus both ways? I don’t like crossing the big main road.” “Okay country bumpkin we can avoid the horse machines.” “Says the city boy who gets excited every time he sees a cow”

We stand at the bus stop with my arm around her waist and her arm around my shoulders. I am definitely smirking. Sometimes I cannot control the smirk. She looks at me and blushes. Every time she blushes my heart lights up. As we get on the bus a couple of people turn to look. I pull her to the back and we lean on each other as we sit down. No traffic today so it’s only 12 minutes to the bus station. Before I know it we’re picking out discounted fancy pizzas while she talks about peaky blinders. “Can we get some garlic bread as well? And some sour candy?” “It’s your money” “I know but it has to feed us for four more days” “Can we get hummus” “Of course” she gives me a look. I know what that means. That look means I should apply my empathy to myself.

When we get to the frozen aisle an older man is looking at the frozen vegetables. He stares us down, looking for something to comment on. Then his nostrils flare. As I open the door the freezer with the Ben and Jerry’s he spits out “you gen zeds never bathe. Both of you smell awful. It’s anti social. Get your acts together” at my sweet girlfriend. She starts giggling and I start laughing as well. He picks up his bags and walks away. I keep laughing as I pull her in by the waist. “You smell terrible” I kiss her on the mouth. My stomach burbles and feel a bubble shoot up my throat. I turn my head and let out a medium sized burp. I pull back in give her a huge hug. I can feel that she’s nervous but happy I’m happy.

We both go straight to the kitchen when we get home. I open a bag of rainbow belts and place our pizza and garlic bread in oven while she gets a couple of paper plates out of the packet for us. Then she opens her hummus and starts slicing vegetables. I let out another fart as I retrieve the garlic bread and joke “I need to be re-inflated”. I place cheese on and put it back in the oven then hug her from behind and tie her/my shirt so her belly can be seen. I then kiss her on the forehead and start doing a silly dance to pass the time. When we dish up I’m more generous for myself than usual. Then we set ourselves up in the living and I turn on the TV. Then I ask “can I put my hand down your pants while we eat” “yes but let me get comfy” “ok” she pushes her self into the couch corner then places her food in the gap between her legs. I then fumble with her button and zip and push my hand into underwear and pick up a slice of garlic bread. She’s already hard. I look at her quizzically “you were really confident with that old man and I really like wearing your shirt”. We watch the screen as we eat and I touch various parts of her body.

As a supernova fills the screen I polish off my plate and tap her shoulder. She nods then pulls down her jeans and panties. I sit on her lap and put one hand on her clit and the fingers of the other hand in her mouth. Then I get into a rhythm. Mouth-clit-mouth-clit. She makes such fun faces. Eventually I feel a push and release and she moans directly in my ear. I move my two hands towards her belly. It looks cute, round and gassy. I rub gently below her belly button and she lets out her own loud fart. I kiss her face all over and exclaim “such a good gross girl! I love you!” She’s so cute. I collapse into her and we fall asleep on the couch. She’s mine. She smells like me.

#burp kink #belly kink #burping #eructo #fart kink #eprocto #farting #musk kink #t4t nsft #scent kink

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omegaremix · 1 month ago

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Omega Radio for October 21, 2017; #148.

Subtle Turnhips “Las Bas”

Cheater Slicks “My Position On Nothingness”

Cende “Don’t Want To”

These Are Powers “Little Sisters Of Beijing”

Betrayers “White Horse”

Mary Bell “Trash Tongue”

Bits Of Shit “Patrol”

Gentlemen “Military Style Massage”

Sewers “Drive The Nail”

Street Eaters “Tailings”

Spray Paint “Day Of The Rope”

Comets On Fire “Blue Cathedral / The Antlers Of The Midnight Sun”

Yes I’m Leaving “Four Chorder”

Deaf Wish “Mum Gets Punched In The Face”

Metz “Raw Materials”

Unstoppable Death Machines “Wasted Land”

Deluxe noise rock and garage.

#omega #music #playlists #mixtapes #noise rock #garage #Subtle Turnhips #Cheater Slicks #Cende #Betrayers #Mary Bell #Street Eaters #Comets On Fire #Deaf Wish #Metz #Unstoppable Death Machines

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spikeisawesome456 · 7 months ago

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Well, my brother and I landed safely in Japan last night, but not without injury to myself. -.-

Sadly, it seems that every time I go on a long, 12 hour flight, I hurt some part of my body. When I went to New Zealand I think it was my shoulder. London/Ireland it was my knee. Now? Now it’s my lower back. To be fair, I hurt my lower back last week, so it’s not like this is a new issue, but I was hoping that getting a massage and chiropractic adjustments would help mitigate it for Japan, and for a little while it did and I was hopeful. But the plane ride must have aggravated it again because it’s really sore and hurting now. I tried doing some light stretches to help and it’s not aching while I’m lying down anymore. But I have little to no hope that it’ll stay pain free once I start moving around. -.-

To add injury to injury, I also got pretty bad Charlie horse (intense cramp) in my right calf while trying to fall asleep last night, and while sometimes Charlie horse doesn’t leave my leg in pain afterward anymore, today seems to be a day where it did. So now I have that to deal with too. -.- I’ll do some light massages on that, since it’s helped in the past, and maybe I’ll try and get some ice from the ice machine later. But overall, not a great start to the trip. -.-

#Personal post #I was hoping for just ONE trip without pain #But nooooo #Pain is standard in trips I guess

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lesetoilesfous · 2 years ago

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hi!! happy friday! maybe hawke/isabela with a florence + the machine lyrics prompt: 27 - I’m the same, I’m the same, I’m trying to change ?

Hello happy Friday! Thank you so much for the prompt <3 Oh it's time for my girls.

(If you’d like me to write you a da2 fic, send me a prompt from here!)

@dadrunkwriting

Pairing: f!Hawke/Isabela

Characters: Marian Hawke, Isabela

Tags: old women in love, dysfunctional relationships, 'it's complicated' on dragonbook, canon-typical violence

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

"Blood and ashes, my knee." Hawke swears as her leg buckles, but Isabela is already there, chest warm and scraping past her face as she neatly eviscerates the bandit on his way to gut her. Blood sprays warm and salty into Hawke's mouth, and she scowls whilst Isabela takes a moment to massage her own wrist. "You'd think you might have become a slightly tidier killer in the last three decades."

Isabela scoffs and doesn't look at her, whirling to meet their next assailant. "Where's the fun in that?"

Hawke's frown deepens as she pushes herself up, pressing the heel of her palm into the meat of her thigh for leverage. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Despite the fact she's visibly out of breath, Isabela makes a point to huff a sigh in Hawke's direction before flicking a knife at an archer twenty feet away. The ease of the action is belied by the way she compulsively flexes her fingers, after, lips pursing as she rubs her knuckles. "It doesn't mean anything, Hawke, it was just a stupid joke."

Hawke puts both hands on the head of the next attacker and boils him alive just to feel something, her palms searing with the heat of it, hot enough to bubble with a blistering burn. Isabela frowns, folding her weather-beaten face into a map of sunbright wrinkles like a treasure map.

It takes seconds for Isabela to meet her, but in that time she's already tugged a poultice from her belt and unfolded the cloth bundle, pressing the clay-like, cool herb mixture over Hawke's palm. Hawke grits her teeth to hide her relief, but judging by the way the lines around Isabela's mouth tighten, she doesn't buy it.

"You don't think I'm fun any more." Marian accuses.

Isabela rolls her eyes. "No, I think you're old -"

"You're old!"

"And no less foolhardy." Isabela finishes, as if Hawke hadn't interrupted. Her steel-grey curls blow in the wind like waves on an angry sea. She finishes wrapping a linen cloth around Hawke's ruined palms and steps back. In the direction of her mount - and past it, the blue promise of the ocean. It's less than a day's ride from here. Hawke had run into her less than a day ago.

As she so often does, Hawke speaks without thinking. "You can't just -"

"What?" Isabela asks, and her brown eyes flash in the waning daylight like fire. "I can't what, Marian?"

The words sour and die in Hawke's throat. Something else comes out instead. "I only just found you again."

Isabela's mouth tightens, and she turns her head away. She has far less laugh lines than Hawke these days, the skin around the corners of her eyes almost as taut and soft as it ever was. "I know."

Isabela is not quite as quick to climb on her horse as she once was, but Hawke is slower too, and by the time she thinks to move, Isabela is riding down the sand-strewn path toward the cliffs. Briefly, Hawke entertains chasing her; getting on her own mare and making her stay.

But age has, if not made Hawke wise, certainly made her less likely to keep making the same mistakes. Besides, the ache in her knee is splintering, and the pain in her hands is beginning to overcome the wild rush of adrenaline. So she stoops, growling at her stiff shoulders, and begins searching the corpses.

By the time she finds Isabela's bandana, folded neatly into one of the dead men's stiff fingers around a piece of parchment, evening is stretching her long dusky fingers across the golden land. Hawke stands, cracks her back, and kicks a log a little further into the fire.

Then she unfolds the salt stained paper, brushing her fingertips over the soft texture of it. Isabela's writing is scrawled across the page in brown ink.

Antiva City. Cloudreach.

Hawke stares at it for a moment, committing it to memory. Then she drops the page into the campfire and reaches for the flask of whiskey in her vest. When she drinks, she drinks deeply, looking out at the sea. She thinks she can make out a galleon, lurching toward the line where the tide meets the horizon.

But then again, her eyes aren't what they used to be.

#DADWC #hawkebela #isabela dragon age #marian hawke #zenstrike #hope you enjoy!

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thehitchhikerguide · 1 year ago

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Season 2, Episode 1: Lovesounds

After getting through the first 3 "trial" episodes of season 1, I was delighted that season 2 starts off with a real banger (pun intended) in Lovesounds.

We start out with the wonderful theme song and now I don't have to wonder which Hitchhiker is showing up because the other guy is long gone. After we see...wait what's this?

None other than Werner Herzog's best fiend, Klaus Kinski. Oh boy I wonder if he will get some sort of comeuppance.

Klaus plays a sort of tyrant music maestro named Kurt Hoffman, firing cellists at will and yelling at everyone he comes into contact with. It sounds like this part was not much of a stretch after doing some light research on this actor - it seems like he was not a good dude in real life. I appreciated all the establishing music shots to really clue us in as to what this guy does for a living.

He gets a call from his wife that his new sound system is ready and he rushes home from rehearsal.

Ha ha ha, this is some real 80's technology right here. Complete with state of the art reel to reel action and a Commodore 64.

As he's driving to his house, he encounters our moral hero, the Hitchhiker. Kurt yells at him for hitchhiking on a private road and tells him to go elsewhere. After he drives off, we are informed that Kurt Hoffman thinks people exist for one reason, to serve him! But even the mightiest sometimes see their subjects rebel and the palace walls come tumbling down. Ominous words.

Maybe the Hitchhiker is willing all the bad stuff to happen, because he got yelled at.

We meet Kurt's wife Veronica and the young dude putting in his sound system, Eric. They seem pretty cozy together until Eric makes a move and...

Ooops I guess he read that all wrong. Glass is broken and Veronica's finger is cut, just as Kurt walks in. That would have been a close one.

Now he gets to show off this most excellent stereo. All you need to do to turn it on is press 666, then V for Veronica.

666 huh? I mean is this telling us this thing is possessed? It's a bit on the nose. Eric tries to the code and...

Wow, it knew who was pressing the buttons! But when maestro tries it...

Womp womp. This displeases the maestro. But luckily Eric has one more shot to show it works at Kurt's wonderful dinner party.

Unfortunately, things do not go as planned when Kurt presses the not-so-secret code again.

The stereo sends off sparks almost killing everyone.

Luckily Eric still gets another chance to fix it, while the master, er maestro is away on music business. He gently massages the sound system to get it to work better.

Then we get a look at its kick-ass graphics. I'm guessing this is the love-o-meter.

We hear some weird sounds, like the machine saying he loves him.

And what are these? Are they supposed to be its eyes? What am I even looking at here.

While all of this is amazing since the stereo now seems self aware, Eric instead notices Veronica sunning herself in the beautifully overcast Vancouver weather. They start horsing around and throwing each other in the lake.

Here he is being dorky offering her a flower. Man that water looks cold.

Now that they are both wet, it's time to have some hot laundry room sex. Finally, we get some young attractive actors for this softcore scene, unlike other episodes.

All that infidelity must have somehow fixed the machine because when Kurt comes back from his trip, he tries one more time. 666 V.

Hey it worked! I feel like there is a Seinfeld joke in here somewhere.

Not only can he play his Beethoven at full blast, but Eric has also hooked up a powerful microphone where he can pick up nature sounds from outside just by pointing it in the right direction. Frogs! Wonderful.

All excited with his new toys, Kurt tells Veronica to leave him alone for awhile. So she starts playing with her new toy, Eric, in the boathouse.

We get another sex scene, this time complete with some naked man butt, which is always welcome. Kurt decides he is tired of listening to music and wanted to hear more frog sounds so he starts pointing the microphone all around. He hears a hawk which delights him, but then he hears some other sounds. Are these Lovesounds?

Uh oh, better turn up the volume. It's pretty obvious to him what is going on so he runs to the boathouse.

Well okay we are all adults here, let's talk this out.

Or...maybe just pour straight gasoline on the boathouse. Either way.

There is not much time for the couple to react before...

Wow that lit up faster than a Christmas tree in January! What was that made out of?

Well it's safe to say, they did not make it out on the boat. What to do now? I guess maybe listen to that new stereo system.

After a while, more sounds start playing on the speakers. It sounds like what AI might think two people having sex would sound like. Are the ghosts of these two haunting the sound system?

He's still watching, always watching.

Wow this thing is off the charts!

Now the last 5 minutes of this episode is great, you can tell they just had so much fun making everything explode.

The stereo starts exploding.

For some reason the bar starts exploding.

Kurt is covered in blood from his face and then this happens...

Oh no! That statue explodes!

Well I guess everyone got their comeuppance, but there is still someone who has the last laugh.

No, not him. I'm pretty sure he died in the explosion.

Wow that's a beautiful shot of the evening sky...and the smoldering bodies and wreckage behind him. Well the Hitchhiker finally got his revenge for being called out on his trespassing. He assures us by saying that in time it will be peaceful here again and someday people will come and hear the sweet sounds that even a tyrant couldn't silence.

Yeah, he says that, but I'm also sure all those frogs died in the explosion as well. Unless he's talking about those sex sounds that were haunting the stereo...hmmm where is that stereo....

Oh Dear God! Well maybe I was wrong and he's still there watching...

Season 2 has several episodes I've never seen before so I'm hoping there will be a lot of surprise treats like this one was.

#hbo #thehitchiker #thehitchhiker #pagefletcher #Lovesounds #klaus kinski #80s tv shows

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cilldaracailin · 2 years ago

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You’re My Best Friend

Hello my Tumblr Lovelys

Here is the second last part to this story :)

Love Suze xx

“The bond between a mother and son lasts a lifetime”

Taron was standing at the breakfast bar and Robyn took three long strides towards him and threw her arms around him to hug him.

“What’s this for?” He asked as she gripped him tight.

“’Cos I can and I love you and I think you need one.”

“I will never refuse a hug.”

“You are such a wonderful man.” Robyn said into his shoulder. “Thank you for your kind words about the media. I know it settled my mam’s mind a little bit.”

“It was the least I could do. I know it still worries my mam.”

Robyn ran her hands in circles around his back. “You mad I gave away your muffins?”

“No cariad, not at all plus there are still four left and we can bake something else tomorrow.”

“Something else?” Robyn asked as she lifted her head from his shoulder.

“Sure.” He grinned. “You have a full recipe book of things and I love baking with you.”

Robyn returned his smile and gave him a little nod. “I am sure we can pick something else tomorrow. Maybe we could make some savoury though. Oh…” She looked at him. “Pizza.”

“Pizza?”

“Yeah. We could do homemade pizza. You have yet to see my pizza oven.”

Taron’s eyes grew with a twinkle. “I love that idea. Dinner?”

Robyn nodded in agreement. “Absolutely. Pizza for dinner tomorrow.” She took her hands from his back and lifted his left arm to check the time on his watch. “K it is just coming up to three and I know we are in no rush. So let’s clean up the baking stuff from the sink, pick a movie to watch, then we can make the rest of our phone calls, figure out something for dinner, run you a bath, give you a shoulder and head massage and then get another good nights sleep.”

“That all sounds perfect but where in that plan do you come in? That all sounds like it is catered for me. You have two days left before you get back to work and now I am here, I will not be letting you go back to work unless I know you are ok.”

Robyn felt her heart flutter as she knew he meant every word he said and it had been such a long time since someone other than her family and friends had spoken to her with such love and care, she felt a little emotional. Stepping into him, she lay her head on his chest, hearing his heart beating and closed her eyes enjoying that beautiful sound. “Well, I was hoping when we watched the movie, I could have that Taron nap.”

“Absolutely.”

“And running a batch not tedious at all. I can easily turn on the taps for the bath and then I was hoping I would get to return the cuddle afterwards and give you your favourite head scratch and that does not take a lot of energy at all and you know I love doing that for you and it relaxes me when I know you are relaxed.”

“You are some women to negotiate with your words and make it sound so easy.”

“But it is easy.” She replied. “And I get to do it all with you Taron and then we have two more days of watching movies and not doing much else.”

Taron sighed happily. “Plans made.” He agreed. “So, washing up?”

“You wash and I dry but I wanna get your wet clothes into the tumble dryer before we start that and maybe if you have anything else that needs a wash, we can pop on for you?”

With a nod and a quick kiss, they walked into the laundry room and while Robyn sorted out the clothes which were on the clothes horse, Taron gathered anything else that he wasn’t wearing which he had brought with him to be washed which really wasn’t a lot. He handed them to Robyn and went back to the bathroom to take her clothes from the laundry basket, bringing them to her. He watched with amusement as she put everything he had given her into the washing machine together, throwing in some yellow pearls in with them before she closed the door.

“So you don’t separate?” He asked amused.

Robyn chuckled. “Nope. It all goes in together.” She added some washing powder and fabric softener into the drawer. “I am not a dark, whites and colour separator. I never was and I never will be.”

“This is my kind of washing.” He laughed.

“Well, it all comes out clean in the end and I have always washed my stuff this way and it has never failed me and you will have some clean and dry clothes for tomorrow.”

“Sounds good to me.” Taron helped her tidy away the clothes horse and grabbed her hand as they walked out of the laundry room. “Robyn…”

“Yup.”

“Do you think we could call my mam before we wash up and get settled with a movie?” He asked her. “I know we said we wanted to keep our bubble but I saw how happy your mam was with our news, I know my mother is going to have the same reaction.”

“Taron, of course! Let’s give her a call plus I promised Mari and Rosie they would be the first to know and I have already broken that promise to them.”

With a smile, Taron agreed. “They are going to be overly excited and I really do believe you are going to be their favourite from now on.” He led her towards the couch as he spoke, taking a seat as he had been when they are with Robyn’s parents.

Robyn sat to his right and shook her head. “Never. You are their big brother who they adore.”

“When Jack finds out he is going to lose his shit.”

Robyn laughed hard. “Here, your friends are going to tell you they were right the whole time. They had us together from New Years Eve.”

Taron lightly laughed. “They did, didn’t they.” He shook his head. “I will take the stick but can you please be with me when we tell them.”

“Wanna make another phone call?” Robyn asked.

“Oh God no.” He pulled his phone from his pocket. “Just my mam, Guy and Mari and Rosie. The others can wait. I need my sassy Robyn there for my friends.” Robyn hugged him from the side, resting her chin on his shoulder as he found his mam’s number and pressed the option for face time. “May as well video call. She knows I am already here with you.”

The phone rang out and Robyn let go of Taron as he let his body drop backwards onto the couch. “Every time.” He groaned.

She joined him sitting back against the couch and took his phone from him. “Let’s try again.”

“Cariad…”

“I am your lucky Irish chicken, remember?”

Taron sighed grumpily as Robyn re-dialled his mam, his sigh louder when his mother picked up on the third ring and greeted the women beside him with a grin.

“Robyn!” Tina had been preparing dinner in the kitchen and it was Rosie who brought her ringing phone into her, her daughter telling she missed the first call from Taron, getting to answer the call the second time around. “Hi there. It’s nice to see you.”

“You too Tina.”

“Let me guess, Taron is there somewhere, probably grumbling because I didn’t answer the phone quicky enough.” It was hard for Robyn to keep her laugh in as his mam made a face at her through a grin and she moved so she could hold the phone with herself and Taron in the screen.

He had been waiting for the laughter but the slight gasp was not what he was expecting and when he looked to his mam and saw her worried face, he was confused until Robyn caught his eye and touched her cheek, Taron then remembering the slight bruises on his face from his run with his Keith yesterday.

“You told me that you did not get injured at the pool.” Tina’s voice was strained.

“Mam…”

“Spill now and I want all the details.” Tina’s face showed her growing worry laced with annoyance as she leaned against the kitchen counter, one arm crossed over her chest.

“This…” Taron gently touched his face. “Did not happen at the pool.”

“Might be the only thing that didn’t happen at the pool.” Tina returned.

“Tina, please don’t be mad at Taron. I know you remember the conversation Taron had with you yesterday about the shit with my ex outside the coffee place. We just didn’t mention that it turned into a physical fight that Keith started because Taron didn’t want to worry you more then you already were. Taron didn’t throw a punch but he got a few to his face and as always when we are together, comes out with a bruise. He is just fine. It looks worse than it really is, the bruising has darkened a little since yesterday but he is ok.”

“Robyn, one day you are going to have to stop standing up for my son.” Tina’s face changed, her tone already softening to Robyn’s defensive speech.

Taron lifted his arm to slip it around Robyn’s shoulders and leaning in, gave her cheek a little kiss. “I don’t think she will ever not stand up for me.”

“Never.”

“Fiery Robyn my favourite.” He chuckled and then turned his attention to his mam on the screen. “I am just fine and that fucker is long gone.”

“Taron!” Tina exclaimed. “Language.”

Robyn laughed at the exchange between mother and son. “Well, he is a fucker and he is definitely gone.”

Tina frowned at Robyn for a moment but then shook her head. “Well good news all around then and I am glad to hear that. So, I really don’t think this is the reason why you called me. Do you both want to fill me in?”

A smile filled Taron face. “Are Mari and Rosie around?” He asked.

“Yeah in the other room.”

“Perfect. Can you give the phone to them please.” Taron saw his mam confused face. “We just wanna talk to them for a second.”

“Well ok. Sure. Give me two to walk you through.” It took Tina ten seconds to walk from the kitchen to the sitting room where Taron and Robyn had set up the tent for her daughters all those months ago, her two girls sitting down watching TV, both in from school, taking advantage of their no homework on a Friday. “Girls, Taron is on the phone looking for you.”

The excited shouts were easily heard and Robyn grinned at Taron, knowing just how loud that squeal was going to get soon.

“Taron!”

As expected, delighted yells came through the phone and Taron’s face lit up as he took the phone from Robyn, giving her a wink. “Hey you two!”

“Taron, I got all the answers right in my test today!”

“I got a new book in the library.”

The girls spoke over each other, Tina walking away as she let her children catch up with each other. She knew they would come and find her after they had finished talking and it meant it gave her some time to continue to get their dinner ready.

Taron let his sisters talk over each other, eventually stopping them with a grin. “Well, I have missed you two, a lot.”

“Me too. When are you coming home?” Rosie asked.

“Once I am finished filming Rosie, I hope to get home for a few days.”

“Just a few days?” Mari asked.

“Well maybe more than a few. I have some time off soon.” The girls faces lit up on hearing that but Taron knew he was about to make their grins grow more. “Look who is here with me.” He moved the screen so Robyn was now in view and as he thought the girls hollered more with glee.

“Robyn!”

The joy in their faces made Robyn smile wide and she cuddled a little more into Taron. She had wrapped her left arm around his right, holding his hand and loved watching his smile grow and grow as he spoke with his family. “Hi girls.”

More happy chatter came through and it took both Robyn and Taron a few tries to get them to settle down.

“We have something we would like to tell you.” Taron informed them quickly, not sure how long they would stay a little quiet for.

“What is it?” Mari asked.

“Robyn?” Taron looked to her and nodded to the screen. “You do the honours.”

It was easy to return his light smile and she turned towards the camera. “Ok so remember back at your birthday party Mari, you asked me if Taron and I were boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“I remember asking if you kiss him.”

Robyn chuckled and glanced at Taron who rolled his eyes, looking back to his sisters. “Would you mind if I kissed him?” She asked.

“Well, I guess not.” Mari answered her nose scrunching up. “I mean I know you love him and he loves you and that’s what people do who love each other.”

“So like properly kiss?” Rosie asked, talking over her sister.

“Eww.” Mari rolled her eyes. “Gross.”

“Mari…” Rosie’s tone was a little frustrated.

“So, we are still on the kissing is a gross idea then Mari, yeah?” Robyn chuckled.

“Yes.” Mari replied firmly.

“Ok well what about if friends kiss on the cheek?” Taron asked his sister.

“Well that I am ok with.”

“And what if boyfriend and girlfriends kiss?” Robyn asked inching closer to Taron.

“Yeah, that’s ok too I guess.”

“Robyn…” Rosie’s eye lit up a little. “Are you…”

Robyn didn’t let Rosie finish her question. Instead, she placed her free hand on Taron’s cheek and turned his face towards her, placing one simple kiss on his lips. She caught his eye and saw his pout and grinning, kissed him again. As expected, the squeals came and going for a third kiss, Taron smiled as he heard his sisters babble on the phone.

“Taron!” Mari exclaimed. “Oh no way!”

“Robyn!”

With a last kiss to Taron’s lips Robyn faced the phone screen. “I promised you both, that if Taron and I ever became boyfriend and girlfriend, you two would be the first to know. Well, it happened.” Robyn’s eyes closed as Taron kissed her temple. “We are boyfriend and girlfriend now.”

“Really?” Mari asked her eyes wide.

“Really.” Robyn confirmed.

“And you kiss him now?” She asked.

“Of course they kiss Mari! They are in love!”

“Who is in love?” Tina had heard the giggles and laughter, squeals and shrieks from the kitchen and was desperate to know what on earth her family was hooting about.

“Robyn and Taron.” Rosie answered.

“They are boyfriend and girlfriend now!” Mari said proudly.

Tina looked at her daughters with a look. “What on earth are you talking about.”

“Robyn just told us.” Rosie smiled.

“And they kissed. Three times!” Mari informed her mother, a slight air of disgust in her voice. “And not just cheek kisses, mam. Lip kisses!”

Tina walked around Rosie legs and taking the phone from Mari, sat in-between her daughters, holding the phone so all three could be seen in the frame. Looking back at her were her son and the woman he had loved since she first came to visit them back in November for his birthday and while they were sitting beside close, beside each other as they always did, Tina definitely noticed a difference to the closeness, to the smiles they wore and her mouth dropped a little as she looked at Taron, catching his eye and seeing the smallest nod of confirmation to what her daughter had said. “No…”

“Yes.” Taron answered her.

“Taron?” Tina’s free hand went to her mouth, her smile growing under her fingers. “Really?”

“Really.” Robyn answered.

“Taron!” Tina’s voice was full of excitement, the exact same as how her daughters had been and she stared down the phone. “Oh my goodness!” Tina found it hard to find the words she wanted to say, thinking twice with what she wanted to say when her young daughters were around and just smiled at her son. “Taron, I am absolutely delighted for you, you too Robyn. Just so happy for you both.” She gave Taron a little look. “But you know about time too.”

“Mam…”

Tina laughed at her son. “So how long have you been boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“About twenty-two hours.” Robyn informed Tina.

“And how many kisses have been exchanged?” She questioned with a wink.

“Hmm…” Taron hummed turning his head to quickly kiss Robyn on the side of her lips. “Not enough for my liking.”

Robyn chuckled, laughing more at Mari’s face. “Because I wasn’t expecting Taron, I had some plans made with my friends and my parents which I kinda forgot about and let’s say, there is never going to be a key under my flower pot ever again thanks to your son.”

“Taron…” Tina’s face was grinning.

“We are not expecting another visitor for the weekend.” Taron told his mam matter of factly.

“Well, that sounds like some peace and quiet that you both need. It has been a long time coming.” Tina settled back into the couch beside her daughters. “So how are you both?” She asked. “Robyn, you all ok after you visit to the hospital?”

“I am just fine thank you Tina. I have been taking my tablets and my tiredness is gone and my energy levels are back to where they were which I am so happy about.”

“That’s great Robyn.”

“Thank you again for the lovely bunch of flowers you sent me.”

“You are more than welcome.” Her eyes looked to Taron. “I am normally afraid to ask but seeing as how Robyn is there with you and you have both finally come to your senses, Taron, you ok love?”

He nodded back, moving a little closer to Robyn. “Yeah I am good. Slept like a log last night and I have been speaking with Matthew and everything is ok. No more water work and he is going to send me on the footage to help settle my mind over it all.” He leaned his head more towards Robyn. “A life saver as always. A wonderful ear and voice of reason too.” He added. “And well mam, I am just happy. Really happy.”

“I am so delighted for you Taron.” Tina smiled. “You already know I adore her and how much she cares for you, looks out for and after you and always has no matter what.”

Robyn could feel her cheeks starting to flush as Tina spoke about her. “You know I feel the same way about Taron right?” She said quickly. “He means the world to me.”

“I know Robyn.” Tina beamed at them.

“Robyn when are you coming to see us again?” Mari asked. “I have been practising my tin whistle.”

With a little giggle, Robyn caught Tina’s eye, the look enough to know how well her present to Mari was appreciated. “I am not too sure when I will be back to see you Mari, but I know I will definitely be coming back before the year is out to see you.”

“Aren’t you going to go and stay with Taron now?” Rosie asked.

Robyn shook her head. “No Rosie. Taron will be going back to work on Monday and I am staying here in my home.”

Rosie’s face turned confused. “But you love Taron.”

“Oh I do. Very much so.”

“And you are together.”

“Yes Rosie, we are.” Taron answered.

“Ok then why don’t you want to be together all the time.”

Robyn gave Taron’s hand a little squeeze. “We would love to be together all the time Rosie, but I live here in Ireland and Taron lives in Aber and London and is working in London.” The little girl’s faces were still trying to understand what Robyn was saying.

“Rosie, while we love each other very very much, we do live in different countries.” Taron took his turn to explain it. “It is something we are going to have to learn to work around and how to be together as much as we can. We can visit each other when we can but we will call each other all the time and people who love each other like Robyn and I, can live apart and still be together.”

“But won’t you want to see Robyn all the time?” Mari asked.

“Always but unfortunately, we are going to have to work around our jobs and what we do. It doesn’t mean we don’t love each other any less.” Taron felt his shoulders drop a little. “We will just work extra hard to see each other.”

“And look, we are pros at it now.” Robyn gathered Taron’s hand in her two. “We are going to take it one day at a time. For us we know that we love each other and we will always be there for each other as best we can as we always have been.” She stretched to kiss Taron’s temple gently. “I think that is as much as anyone can ask for.”

“Most definitely.” Tina agreed. “So, what have you planned for the next few days?”

“Not much at all.” Taron told his mam, thankful for the change in subject. It had always been hard to leave Robyn but he knew this time, it was going to be the most difficult goodbye they ever had and he did not want to think about it. “Robyn has promised to bake me something tomorrow.”

Robyn turned her face to him with a grin. “Oh I have, have I?” She chuckled. “Promised?”

“Yup.”

Robyn laughed. “Well I guess baking.”

“And watching TV and not doing much else.” Taron added.

“So no more kissing?” Mari asked with a hopeful face.

The adults laughed at Mari’s question, Tina giving her youngest daughter a little hug with her arm. They continued to talk for another hour, the chat excited and happy on everyone’s part, especially when chat about the possibility of Robyn coming to visit came up.

“As soon as I book a flight, I will tell you.” Robyn told Taron’s family. “I am positive it will happen and Tina just so you know, you may also have my parents for a visit too.” She grinned. “My mother suddenly has a reason to visit Wales now.”

“Lizzie is always welcome.” Tina laughed. “I look forward to the day when we can actually go for a coffee together rather than do it over the phone.”

Robyn shook her head but she was still smiling. She knew well her mother and Taron’s had had many phone calls together since they exchanged numbers. “It is all ahead of us.” Robyn assured them.

They chatted for another few minutes when Tina snuck a look at her watched. “I think maybe we should let you two go. My poor dinner will be ruined.” She grinned to her son in the screen. “We can have a proper catch up another time.”

Taron nodded. “Mam the only people who know are Robyn’s friends and her parents. I am going to call Lyndsay too but for the moment we are just…”

“I won’t breathe a word.” Tina assured him. “But you know well Jack is already very suspicious.”

“Oh I know.” Taron smiled. “I am hoping for some back up when I tell my mates.”

“As in he needs me around to protect him when he does.” Robyn pitched in.

“Robyn’s friends are so very tame compared to mine.” Taron called out as his mother and Robyn laughed.

“I know love. I know.” Tina smiled at him. “This is going to be a wonderful thing for you both and I am just so unbelievably happy for you two. Don’t forget to call your mother over the next few days Taron. Distractions are very likely but I would like a chat.”

“Of course.”

“Before you leave Robyn’s please.” Tina added with a wink, causing a light blush to fill her son’s cheeks. “If you can.”

“Sure mam.”

Saying goodbye took another ten minutes and once the phone call ended, Taron placed the phone on the coffee table and sunk back into the couch, stretching his legs out, sighing. He closed his eyes and another sigh filled his lungs.

“I love them.” Robyn said as she changed her position on the couch, kneeling beside Taron. His hair had fallen past his eyebrows and she brushed it back, her fingers raking right through the soft strands a few times. “I cannot wait to see your friend’s reaction.”

Taron’s head turned to her. “I am going to be roasted alive.”

“Nah.” Robyn softly smiled at him. “Teased yes and am I prepared for the numerous sexual innuendos, definitely and am I going to sass them back, absolutely but I also know they are all going to be happy for you.” She gave his head a pat, his lips lifting in a smile at her little playfulness. “But we don’t have to worry about any of that right now.” She looked over his head to the sink. “How about we forget about the dishes for time being and why don’t you get comfy in your corner, pick and movie and I will be right back.”

“Avoiding grown up stuff?” He asked with a grin.

“Yes.” Robyn replied giving his hair a ruffle. “We can do it later on.”

Taron left his hair as it was waiting for Robyn to fix it for him but instead she got up off the couch. “Where you going?”

“Bathroom. I need to pee.” Robyn chuckled.

“Oh right ok.”

Robyn stood up and stepped over his legs. “Nothing scary right?” She asked as she walked around the couch, placing her hands on his shoulders.

“Nothing scary.” He confirmed. “Though, scary means you cuddle close into me.”

Robyn gave his shoulders a rub. “I promise that is going to happen. Actually, I can pretty much guarantee it.”

He closed his eyes and his smile grew as she left with a kiss to his head, raking her fingers through his hair to take it out of his eyes. His heart was beating with a bliss he never knew he could feel and warmth flowed through him which just made him feel like he was floating on a cloud. The look on his mam’s face was magical and he knew he was in for a grilling when he got talking to her by himself but he could tell by her smile and eyes that she was so thrilled for him and Robyn, the same way that her parents were. They had so much to look forward to together, so many new adventures to take together and he was so excited for it all. His head turned as Robyn walked out of the bedroom.

“Did you even move an inch?” She asked with a grin.

“Nope.”

“So I can have the corner?”

Taron quickly jumped across the couch, landing on his stomach, his head in the corner, his legs up on the cushions. “My corner.” His voice was muffled as his face was buried in the soft grey material.

“You do realise you have just opened yourself up to be jumped on, right?” Robyn chuckled and without giving Taron a chance to reply, jogged around the edge of the couch and carefully launched herself onto him, covering his whole body with hers, Taron laughing deeply as Robyn lay on top of him.

“Cariad!” He chuckled as Robyn slid her arms around his to mimic how he was lying on the couch.

“What?” She asked him. “My couch got a new cushion and I wanted to try it out.” Lifting her hands, Robyn started to run her fingers up and down his sides, feeling his body jiggle under her as she tickled him lightly.

“Robyn!” His laughter turned deeper and he wriggled trying to avoid her hands as she moved from his waist to his shoulders but she had him pinned. Had they been on her bed, he could have flipped her over but the couch had limited space and it was either squish her against the back of the couch or throw her off it and he didn’t want to do either. “Ok ok ok!” He tried to catch her hands but she was too quick for him, plus his face was still in the couch and he couldn’t see. “Robyn! I give!”

As soon as she heard him say those two words, Robyn lifted her hands from his sides and slid off his body, coming to kneel by his head. “You had to know that was going to happen.”

Taron lifted his upper body and leant on his elbows and gave her a frown which lasted about a second before he grinned. “I walked into it or should I say, lay into it.” He got to his knees and crawled over to the corner, sitting down with his back against the couch and his legs stretched out in front of him on the poof. “Right come on. Before you get up to any more mischief.” He patted the couch.

Robyn stood up and sat on the couch, leaning in to give Taron a tiny kiss. “Love you.”

Kissing her back, he smiled. “Hmmm love you too. Now come on. Naps.”

Before Robyn got comfortable, she grabbed the TV controller and handed it to Taron. “You pick.” She sat on the couch, beside Taron, crossing her legs.

“What are you doing?”

Robyn turned her head to look at Taron, her face a little confused. “Sitting on the couch?”

“Robyn, how on earth can you have a Taron nap when you are nowhere near Taron?” He gave his chest a light pat. “Come on over here.”

With a re-position, Robyn moved to lay against his side, her legs stretched out the same way as his were, taking up the other side of the poof. She felt Taron move a little, lifting his arm so he could stretch it over her shoulder.

“Much better.” Taron hummed. Leaning down his kissed her head and then turned on the TV, going to Netflix to find something to watch.

Robyn kept her eyes on Taron the whole time as he flicked through the movies and tv shows. She felt like pinching herself because she just couldn’t believe that this was real. His heart was strong and his body was warm and he was all hers in the same way that she was his. It made her snuggle a little more into him, moving down so she was able to pull his arm down lower. He settled on a movie, one that Robyn knew she was not going to watch a minute of and once he put the TV controller down, she felt his right hand reach over and brush through her hair a few times before another kiss was placed on her head. Her eyes closed and she grinned after Taron gave her another kiss. She reached up to cup the back of his head, tilting her head back to she could return his kiss but on his lips. He grinned as she kept giving him little kisses and with one final one, she lay her head back down on his chest and wrapped his right arm around her. Comfort and contentment, it was something she had not felt in such a very very long time and the tingles and warmth she felt was something she would get used to quite quickly and easily.

#Taron Egerton #Taron Egerton Fanfiction #Taron Egerton Fanfic #Taron Fanfic #Robyn and Taron #Love #Family #Mothers and Sons #Little Sisters and Big Brothers #New Love #Protection #Hugs and Cuddles

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kartaylirnaak · 5 days ago

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Dear Creator Letter

Thank you for making something for me! As usual, I have gone into far too much detail, so if you have any questions, please just message me.

Likes

Likes General

Queer everything

Stories that lean towards the more happy, positive and lighter side of things, rather than being grim, dark, bleak, and miserable

Disability and chronic illness with realism

Men crying and showing emotions

Quiet moments between characters

Dealing with trauma, including from canon events

Intimacy and tenderness

Affection

Vulnerability

Relationships full of support, validation, empathy, compassion, understanding, and care

Having responsible adult conversations with clear, open, honest, and transparent communication

Subverting expectations, especially around gender and sexuality

Characters being BAMFs

One character caring for another e.g. hair washing, cutting, shaving, bathing, cleaning, dressing, massaging sore muscles (the vulnerable intimacy of being taken care of/taking care of someone else)

The rest is under a cut as this is rather long.

Likes Star Wars Specifics

Order 66 didn’t happen

Clone rebellion

Rex as an ARC Lieutenant in the 212th early in the war and being Cody's ARC

Trans clones

Clones fucking with gender and/or not being bothered with gender

The clones free themselves (either from the Republic or the Empire, either is fine)

Clones as terrifyingly hyper competent and exceptionally highly skilled genetically altered super soldiers (basically a bunch of Steve Rogers running around the galaxy)

Clones get, find or discover a cure to the advanced ageing

Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies post war no order 66 where the clones get to live out their lives as free people and get their happily ever after ending or similar

Clones communally sleeping together i.e. vod piles

Natural blond Rex

Neurodivergent clones

Likes Characters

Rex

Cody

Echo

Fives

Fox

Dogma

Jesse

Kix

Wolffe

Waxer

Boil

Wooley

Hardcase

Tup

Thorn

Alpha-17/Seventeen

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Ahsoka Tano

Blackout

Spark

Howzer

Fireball

Nemec

Comet

Boost

Sinker

Barriss Offee

Plo Koon

Likes Ships

Jesse/Kix (Jessix my beloved)

Cody/Rex

Fox/Dogma

Echo/Fives

Cody/Rex/Echo/Fives

Cody/Fox

Rex/Echo/Fives

Echo/Fives/Fox

Blackout/Spark

Wolffe/Comet

Poly Wolf Pack (Wolffe/Boost/Sinker/Comet)

Poly Corrie Commanders (Fox/Thorn/Thire/Stone)

Poly Command Batch and Rex (Fox/Bly/Cody/Wolffe/Ponds/Rex)

Likes Fandom Tropes

Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies

Fluff

Whump

Hurt/Comfort

Light Angst (must have a happy ending where the angst is resolved)

Non-traditional omegaverse

Mers/merfolk/mermaids/merpeople

Chat fic

Canon divergence

Touch starved

Soft AUs

Missing scenes

Slice of life

Domesticity

Number plus one e.g. 5+1 times

Reunions

Likes NSFW and Kinks

Dom/sub

BDSM

Bondage

Leather

Latex

Leather bondage restraints

Sounding

Cockwarming

Free use (must be respectful)

Somnophilia (prenegotiated)

Sex toys

Vibrators

Cock cages

Milking

Cock and Ball Torture (CBT)

Total enclosure

Sensory deprivation

Predicament bondage

Impact play

Sensory play

Body worship

Boot kink, especially grinding and humping

Gags

Hoods

Pup play

Medical kink

Knotting

Cum inflation

Overstimulation

Mouth fucking (with fingers, cock, strap-on, dildo, toys or other appendages e.g. tentacles)

Consentacles

Subspace

Polyamory

Porn with feelings

Praise kink

Breeding kink (no risk of pregnancy)

Humiliation and degradation, including verbal

Sex toys worn under clothing

Begging

Edging

Oviposition

Collars

Face sitting

Fucking machines

Healing and acceptance through porn (basically the trojan horse smut meme)

Cunnilingus and rimming

Non-exclusive polyamory

Threesomes and moresomes

Rough sex

Tender sex

Dirty talk

Casual and non-taboo nudity, sex, and kink

One character utterly ruining the other until they’re a sobbing, limp, boneless wreck

Aftercare

Trust, respect, vulnerability and openness, especially in kink and BDSM

Electrostimulation

Hypnosis

Polyamorous clones

Clones with an approach to sex, intimacy, relationships, nakedness, their bodies and solves where it’s casual, non taboo, open, and just another part of their relationships with each other

Heavy leather muzzles

Knotting

Fisting (anal and vaginal)

Glory holes and reverse glory holes

Nipple clamps and weights

Predicament bondage

Brat taming

Basically, the kinkier the better, with the exception of anything that is a DNW of course

Please treat the following topics with respect, care, and maturity:

Disability and chronic illness

Trans, non-binary, and gender diverse characters

Neurodivergent characters

Characters that are part of an minority, oppressed or otherwise

Body shame and self worth

Kinks, fetishes, and BDSM

Power imbalance in relationships

Do Not Want (DNW)

DNW General

Any kind of abuse or abusive situation, including but not limited to rape, sexual assault and harassment, domestic violence, and emotional abuse

Abusive, toxic, messy, unhappy or unhealthy relationships

Characters being assholes or nasty for the sake of it

Discrimination of any kind

Non-critical portrayal of cults, authoritarianism, paternalism, patriarchy, misogyny, sexism, racism, transphobia and/or ableism

Anything underage

Anything involving kids or children, including appearing in the background or being mentioned

Pregnancy

Horror, thriller and suspense

Ambiguous endings

Betrayal

Gratuitous and excessively detailed descriptions of violence and injuries (descriptions are fine, just not over the top)

Anything to do with smoking

Infidelity

Melancholy and anything overly depressing

Pining and yearning

Slow burn (unless it is complete and resolved with a happy and unambiguous ending)

Character bashing

Focus on proposals or weddings

Toxic positivity

Bittersweetness

Religion or religious symbolism and themes

Drug addiction

Gambling

Terminal illness

Parasites

Eye trauma

Body horror

Cops

DNW Star Wars Specifics

A heavy focus on the events of during Order 66 (mention of and/or some detail is fine)

Anit-Jedi or Anti-Mandalorian sentiment (neutral or balanced and nuanced critique is fine)

Ridiculously oversexualised outfits for female characters e.g. Suu Lawquane in early TCW

DNW Characters

Sheev Palpatine/Darth Sidious

Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader

Maul/Darth Maul

Savage

Shaak Ti

Wilhuff Tarkin

Pong Krell

Any Kaminoans

Any RepComm or Legends clones, with the exception of Alpha-17

Lieutenant Nolan

Mas Amedda

Edmon Rampart

Royce Hemlock

Saw Gerrera

Count Dooku

Cad Bane

Orn Free Taa

Any of the CX clones

Pre Vizla

Jar Jar Binks

Ki-Adi-Mundi

Any of the Hutts

DNW Ships

Any ships involving anyone listed in DNW Characters

Crack ships

Any ships for Ahsoka, Barriss or other underage characters during TCW

DNW Fandom Tropes

Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Hurt No Comfort

Angst with no happy ending

Most AU’s, including modern, highschool, sport, cowboy and harry potter (please see the section about AU’s below and message me if an AU you’re considering isn’t listed anywhere in this letter)

Time travel and time loops

Crossovers

Sickfic

Main Character Death

Crack (crack treated seriously is ok)

Enemies to lovers/friends

DNW NSFW and Kinks

Noncon and dubcon

Gun play

Blood play

Age/regression play, including diapers

Scat and vomit

Spitting

Breath play, including choking

Cannibalism

Gore and vore

Possessive behaviour

Smoking or ash tray play

Necrophilia

Guro

Anything unsanitary

Mommy/Daddy kink

Castration

Detransition

Wire or metal cage muzzles

Face slapping

Beastiality

Fluffy handcuffs

Needles

Brats or bratty subs acting out (a small amount of light, playful cheekiness is ok)

Unsafe BDSM and kink practices — E.g. violating boundaries and hard no’s, ignoring safe words or signals, or making safe words something unclear and generic, like “Stop” or “Wait”, which could be easily misunderstood. This is less about including safe BDSM and kink practices for the sake of it and more about not doing unsafe practices like the examples above

Art

All of the above Likes and DNW’s still apply, this section is just specifically for art.

Likes, including NSFW

Characters that look real. This can include, but isn’t limited to, scars, body hair, stretch marks, skin conditions, and birthmarks; fat characters with rolls; disabled characters where their disability isn’t hidden and they have accessibility devices

if that’s something they need

Characters that look like they’re in a moment of ecstasy or lost in the moment

Quite ok with explicit NSFW e.g. genitals, penetration, body fluids

Moments of tenderness, vulnerability, and openness

DNW, including NSFW

Religious symbolism and iconography

Tarot cards

Pinups

Styles or colour palettes that involve too much eye strain (a little is ok)

Ambivalent

These are topics, tropes, characters and more that I’m not overly interested in but also not overly bothered by either. It’s fine for them to appear, though preferably not at the expense of any Likes.

Ambivalent Characters

The Bad Batch (not including Echo)

Ambivalent NSFW and Kinks

Vanilla sex

Honour bondage

Rope bondage/shibari — I’m not the biggest fan of rope bondage in general, which is hilarious for someone who’s written some. I do think it can be done well, particularly for something like tender shibari involving subspace and soft D/s. However, on the whole I generally prefer bondage done through other means listed in the Likes section.

Tricky Areas

These are topics, tropes, characters and more that are close to a DNW but can be included under the right circumstances. Please message me first before including any of these.

Tricky Characters

Commander Bacara and Neyo — I’m still warming to Bacara and Neyo and forming my own understanding of them as characters. When done well, I do enjoy them but with the caveat that this is with specific and more developed and nuanced characterisation. I’m not a fan of the prevailing fandom tendency of making them cold bastards and having that as their entire personality.

Luminara Unduli

Jango Fett

Boba Fett

Tricky NSFW and Kinks

Knife play

Omorashi/Watersports

Sections of Note

AU’s

I’m not really a fan of AU’s for Star Wars, hence why they’re in the DNW section. That said, the following AU’s are ok:

Fantasy

Magic

Prompts for the Codex Plus Flash Exchange

Here’s a few ideas if you’re looking for something a bit more specific.

Clone rebellion Cody/Rex/Echo/Fives where Fives Lives and they all reunite

Sub Dogma. I love sub Dogma. He’s the perfect wet rag of a clone to put in the blender.

Alpha-17 domming the fuck out of Cody and Rex

Cody/Rex/Wolffe where two of them are caring for the third after they were injured or something happened to them

Cody and Rex are on Coruscant at the same time and are making this Fox’s problem

Established Codex and Jessix where, for whatever logistical reason, they all end up sharing Rex’s quarters, and then end up in a pile on the floor sharing each other

Kix teaching Cody and Rex sounding by demonstrating on Jesse

Codex join a play night with the Wolf Pack (Wolffe/Boost/Comet/Sinker)

Clone rebellion Cody/Howzer/Rex. Cody bends Howzer over the holotable and fucks him while Rex has a lot of fun providing commentary and watching, before eventually joining in.

Kinky additions or variations on these

Credits

Thank you to the following people, from whose Dear Creator Letter’s I have liberally pilfered.

Elthadriel

cabezadeperro

haltiamieli

trudemaethien

lightningbig

Nons

#dear creator #dear creator letter #my writing #star wars #smut topics

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melvin-dukowski · 8 months ago

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Operation listen to a new album a day Q1 list

1: Foreign Skies by the Dreadnoughts.

2: King of the Jews by Oxbow

3: Swarm by Atomic Ape

4: Yodh by Mizmor

5: Los Angeles by X

6: School’s out by Alice Cooper

7: Панихида by Батюшка (Panikhida by Batyushka)

8: Shoelace and a Knot by yungatita

9: Sorrow and Extinction by Pallbearer

10: Mestarin Kynsi by Oranssi Pazuzu

11: Sign of the Devil by Dopelord

12: Unsilent Death by Nails

13: I by Hell

14: Sunami by Sunami

15: Abandon All Life by Nails

16: Big Sigh by Marika Hackman

17: Command Your Weather by Big Business

18: Self Surgery by Mrs Piss

19: Revengeance by Conan

20: ILION by SLIFT

21: And Then There Were None by Church of Misery

22: Shades of God by Paradise Lost

23: Dismal by Grief

24: Tweedles by The Residents

25: Myopia by Mizmor/Thou

26: Carboniferous by Zu

27: Death Magic Doom by Candlemass

28: The Bunny Boy by The Residents

29: Doc at the Radar Station by Captain Beefheart & His Magical Band

30: Koolaide Mustache in Jonestown by Don Salsa

31: Victim in Pain by Agnostic Front

32: Milo Goes to College by Descendents

33: II by Meat Puppets

34: AN INSATIABLE HIGH by Masayoshi Tanaka

35: You Will Never Be One Of Us by Nails

36: Ein Produkt der Deutsch-Amerikanischen Freundschaft by DAF

37: The Scythe is Remorseless by Yersin

38: SAVED! By Reverend Kristin Michael Hayter

39: The Burden of Hope by Grails.

40: Redlight by Grails

41: Parole de Navarre by The Dale Cooper Quartet

42: Voice of Chunk by The Lounge Lizards

43: The Affair of the Poisons by Hellripper

44: No Control by Bad Religion

45: Ethic of Radical Finitude by Downfall of Gaia

46: Maniac Meat by Tobacco

47: L’etoile thoracique by Klo Pelgag

48: The World as it is Today by Art Bears

49: Elizium by Fields of the Nephilim

50: Ihsahn by Ihsahn

51: You Have Already Gone to the Other World by A Hawk and a Hacksaw

52: The Underground Resistance by Darkthrone

53: Terminal by Bongripper

54: Black Tar Prophecies Vols. 1, 2 & 3 by Grails.

55: Of the Last Human Being by Sleepytime Gorilla Museum

56: Moon Healer by Job For A Cowboy

57: Green Room by Radkey

58: Maps by Billy Woods/Kenny Segal

59: Atrocity Machine by Body Void

60: Preachers Daughter by Ethel Cain

61: THE HOLY BIBLE by Manic Street Preachers.

62: Stygian Bough Volume 1 by Bell Witch and Aerial Ruin

63: The Mother of Virtues by Pyrrhon

64: I Got Heaven by Mannequin Pussy

65: Burning Off Impurities by Grails

66: Still They Pray by Cough

67: Time ‘n’ Place by Kero Kero Bonito

68: What Passes for Survival by Pyrrhon

69: Namidae by Oxxo Xoox

70: Corpo-Mente by Corpo-Mente

71: Universal Sprache by Vladimir Bozar ‘n’ Sheraf Orkestar

72: Weedsconsin by Bongzilla

73: Under a Slab, We All Rot by Asphalt

74: Mercenary by Bolt Thrower

75: She Reaches Out To She Reaches Out To She by Chelsea Wolfe

76: The Black Halo by Kamelot

77: Rum, Sodomy and the Lash by The Pogues

78: Invincible Shield by Judas Priest

79: Behold the Abyss by Those Poor Bastards

80: Ultima II Massage by Tobacco

81: Dandelion Gum by Black Moth Super Rainbow

82: Self-titled 1998 by Dropdead

83: Here are The Sonics by The Sonics

84: Undestroyed by Free Salamander Exhibit

85: The Bowls Project by Charming Hostesses

86: Everybody Knows this is Nowhere by Neil Young with Crazy Horse

87: What a Fucking Nightmare by The Chisel

88: Feel the Misery by My Dying Bride

89: Maya by M.I.A

90: Whereabouts Unknown by Mojo Nixon

91: Paralyzed by Witch

So far so good. The best albums on here have entered my normal rotation and the worst were merely just kinda boring.

#music #new years resolution #metal #punk #experimental music #music nerd #Album Log 2024

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storymakerdraconians · 11 months ago

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Milking Stable

Seated upon his throne, a regal centerpiece in the room, he oversee the frenetic activity in your equine haven with a sense of quiet authority. The milking machine, a delicate symphony of intricate mechanisms, performs its choreographed dance, efficiently extracting milk from the brown mare. The constant hum of the machine blends with the ambient sounds, echoing through the stables. Distant whinnies from the horses create a peculiar soundtrack, revealing the unique harmony of your equine farm.

The brown mare, standing gracefully under the machine's care, exudes a serene demeanor amidst the bustling atmosphere. Her udder is gently massaged by the cylinder, the milk extracted with meticulous precision. Sunlight filters through the gaps in the stable's wooden boards, casting patterns of dancing shadows that add to the rustic charm of the setting.

Every detail of your farm is meticulously tended to, from the weathered boards of the stable to the patches of light illuminating the airborne dust. The familiar scent of hay and manure wafts through the air, creating a distinctive sense of rural authenticity. As you observe the process unfold, the palpable feeling of control and mastery over this equine realm permeates the scene.

As he observe the milking process, he noticed the presence of the white mare, attentively keeping watch over your brown mare after the milk extraction. The brown mare trots towards the stable, her ears perking up as she catches the sound of hooves approaching. Her attention turns towards the direction of the sound, and she locks eyes with the white mare, exchanging a tense stare while emitting a snort.

The white mare, exuding confidence, snorts once more before gracefully moving to the side of the brown mare. Embracing her from behind, the white mare sensually rubs her hooves along the brown mare's thigh, capturing her attention. The brown mare looks on with curiosity, intrigued by the unfolding interaction. In a bold move, the white mare positions her head between the brown mare's hindquarters, extending her tongue to caress the intimate area. The stable is filled with a charged energy

The brown mare, overtaken by the sensations of the white mare's wet tongue exploring between her hindquarters, snorts in pleasure, her hooves rhythmically beating the ground. The stable is engulfed in an atmosphere of electrifying tension.

The white mare's tongue persistently explores, gliding down to the brown mare's swollen udder, affected by the recent milking. The brown mare trembles with pleasure as the tongue circles around the teat, intensifying her response. The stable is now charged with a heady mix of sensuality and anticipation.

The white mare deliberately reclines on the ground, presenting her udder for the brown mare to observe. Meanwhile, her tongue continues its sensual dance around the teat of the brown mare's swollen udder. Distant moans of pleasure escape the brown mare, adding to the atmosphere of heightened sensuality in the stable.

The brown mare, responding with audible gasps, fixates on the exposed udder of the white mare. She lowers her head, extending her tongue to sensually caress the white mare's udder. In a daring display of equine intimacy, both mares engage in a reciprocal exploration of each other's udders. The stable reverberates with a symphony of equine sounds, and the air is thick with the charged atmosphere of this unscripted encounter.

Unrestrained, the white mare continues her intimate caresses, sliding her tongue towards the teat of her udder while simultaneously attending to the other side. In this symphony of equine sensuality, both mares reciprocate the exploration, creating a mesmerizing dance of tongues and udders.

The white mare, her tongue still exploring the udder, experiences a distinct sensation as it begins to swell and double in size. Simultaneously, her own udder responds to the stimulation, growing larger. The stable is now immersed in a surreal display of equine transformation. In this uncharted territory.

Tongue delves into the teat, gripping it as she attempts to suckle the accumulated milk. Snorting above the white mare's udder, she reciprocates the caress on both sides of the teat. The stable is filled with an electric atmosphere as the equine encounter becomes a mesmerizing dance of tongues and udders.

With a triumphant pull, the brown mare withdraws her head, relinching in satisfaction as the white mare continues to suckle, causing a torrent of accumulated milk to spurt out. The brown mare shudders intensely, emitting powerful snorts. The stable is filled with the symphony of equine pleasure.

The white mare, in a playful gesture, lets go of the brown mare's udder, creating a shower of milk that splashes away. Turning over, she presses her udder against the udder of the brown mare, engaging in a sensual rub. The mares lock eyes, exchanging playful whinnies, reveling in the unique and unexpected experience. The stable resonates with the sounds of equine delight.

In a continuation of the equine encounter, the white mare maintains the udder-to-udder rub, intensifying the tension. Lowering her head, she extends her tongue, sensually entwining it with the brown mare's tongue, creating a passionate kiss. Both mares exhale heavily, their connection deepening in this unexpected equine embrace. The stable is filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, signaling an intense climax in this uncharted equine.

Unrestrained, the white mare persists in the udder-to-udder rub, putting effort into bending her hindquarters to bring her vagina against the other mare's, sensing the heat between them. Engaged in a fervent kiss, their tongues entwined, both mares snort in pleasure.

Persist in rubbing their vaginas together, udders pressed against each other, creating a continuous shower of milk. Snorting in unison, they revel in the unconventional pleasure, the stable resonating with the symphony of equine delight. In this heightened climax.

The kiss dissolves, and both mares start to neigh loudly as their vaginas press against each other, increasing the pressure for heightened pleasure. The white mare extends her head, neighing loudly and snorting heavily. Simultaneously, the other mare twists her head towards the ground, neighing and trembling in ecstasy. The stable resonates with the intense sounds of equine pleasure.

Falls onto her back on the ground, hindquarters still pressed against the other mare. Their vaginas remain intimately connected, rubbing against each other, while their udders continue to shower milk into the open air. Both mares convulse in pleasure, the unconventional encounter reaching a crescendo. The stable is filled with the symphony of equine delight.

The mares, worn out and snorting heavily, both fall to their sides on the ground, seeking a moment of rest. From a distance, the lord of the horses observes, enjoying the romantic tableau between the two equines.

‘’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’

In the heart of the bustling equine haven, a regal figure presides from his throne, overseeing the orchestrated dance of a milking machine with quiet authority. The delicate symphony of mechanisms efficiently extracts milk from a brown mare, its constant hum blending with distant whinnies, creating a peculiar yet harmonious soundtrack in the stables. The brown mare, standing gracefully, exudes serenity under the machine's care, while sunlight filters through the stable's wooden boards, casting rustic shadows.

Meticulously tended details, from weathered boards to dancing dust patterns, create an authentic rural atmosphere. The scent of hay and manure lingers in the air, enhancing the sense of control and mastery over this equine realm. As the milking process unfolds, a white mare emerges, attentively watching over the brown mare, leading to a tense exchange and a charged energy in the stable. The white mare's confident approach and intimate interaction with the brown mare add a layer of intrigue to this equine narrative.

‘’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’

Title: "Equine Harmony: A Captivating Scene in the Milking Stable"

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Image 1: "Regal brown mare standing gracefully under the milking machine, overseen by a figure on a throne."

Image 2: "Close-up of the delicate milking machine extracting milk from the brown mare with precision."

Image 3: "Sunlight filtering through stable boards, creating dancing shadows on the brown mare as she undergoes the milking process."

Image 4: "Intense interaction between the brown mare and confident white mare in the rustic equine farm setting."

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Equine farm

Milking process

Brown mare

White mare

Stable ambiance

Rural authenticity

Equine interaction

Milking machine choreography

Horse behavior

Farm life

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