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[geezerwench]

Sunset clouds

[is-on-its-way]

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[sashi-ya]

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THE PRICE OF YOUR FREEDOM 💦 TRAFALGAR LAW X GN! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 28: SHIBARI

🐙 requested by: Anonymous. Trafalgar Law for day 28 shibari? With gender neutral reader or fem reader it's fine. Can Law be the one who tied up instead the reader? ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. law is tied up. jerking off. exchanging "sex" for freedom. dominant gn! reader. maybe sex slave Law. 🐙 wc: 1,1k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

With cords around his wrists, the intruder hangs on a room that lacks light. Humid, even smelly. The walls reminds him of a dungeon, and, in fact, he is not wrong.

“They told me you were trying to sneak into my island, pirate” you spit, opening the doors that blind the intruder with a sudden burst of light coming through.

“Fuck you, bitch” he grunts. A man so handsome, covered in tattoos. His muscles are noticeable, he is lean, and his skin has a caramel tint. Oh, what an interesting prey your subordinates just caught.

“That is not the proper way to refer to me, sweet boy…” you giggle, coming closer to his body. Those tight jeans around long, long legs are delicious to look at. But the protruding hipbones are more. Your index reaches for his stomach; with abs spasming to your touch, he lets you know he is more than sensitive to it… oh, are you getting hard just by my simple touch?

“What are these tattoos, pirate? What do they mean?” you ask, coming even closer to his body. Your index still tracing up and around the curls of black ink, bumping with cords that also garnish his thorax.

He looks to the side, a golden hoop on his ear reflects the warm light of torches outside… he isn’t disclosing any good information.

“Ah… come on! Tell me something! I just wanna get to know you, I don’t really plan on hurting you… plus, I know your name… aren’t you…” you laugh, coming closer to his ear as you get on tippy toes and your palms rest on his chest. “…Trafalgar Law? Cooperate with me, come on… I know you are strong” you continue.

He immediately looks at you; he burns holes into your eyes with a glacial look that could freeze you up. An everlasting frown, sweet dark circles…

“What do you want?” he asks, this time serious and more annoyed than before.

You walk away, just a little, with your index closer to your lips and your eyes wondering the ceiling as you act like you are thinking about something.

“Mhh… I am not exactly sure, cause you know… I was just minding my own business when you appeared on the coast of my island… to be fair, you should be the one telling me…also, you looked pretty beaten up” you smirk, showing him something he hasn’t probably noticed yet; gauze patching up here and there, bruises all over, and dry blood that hasn’t been cleaned up properly yet.

Law knows, exactly, what had happened to him. Thing is, he won’t tell you. However, he is willing to negotiate; he is aware the cords aren’t simply cords and that they are, indeed, made of thousands of thin kairoseki filaments.

“Tell me, what do you want? I am willing to negotiate my freedom” he mutters; Law wants to be out of this situation as fast as possible. You smirk and then bite your lower lip; lust takes over, your body getting warmer, your skin bumpier.

“Well, I think you are delicious… what do you have for me? What is the cost of your freedom, Trafalgar Law?”

“Heh, are you that desperate you need to force men?” he asks -insults- you.

This time you scoff; a big smile that’s closer to a demon’s scares him a little bit. You come closer; you don’t walk, you seem to crawl like a venomous snake… with a swift motion, your hand lands on his hardness. A bulge that’s been getting more and more noticeable the more you spoke.

“Are you sure I am the desperate one? What’s with this, mh? Aren’t you a little bit too hard?” you ask into his ear, biting his earlobe right after.

Law gasps a little; probably he wasn’t ready for that sudden touch… but he wants more…

You pull from a cord that hangs behind him, lifting his whole body over the ground. Just a little, enough for his feet to barely graze the floor with the tip of his boots. The cords properly tied around his body carve into his flesh, causing Law to grimace in pain if any part would touch a bruise.

“Does it hurt, Law-san?” you inquire, sliding your index in between a cord and his skin at his ribs level.

“You want my body? Take it” he huffs, squirming when your hand reaches for his stomach from behind.

You smile; you were never using his body if he wasn’t expressly asking for it… With a bite on his side, and a hand sliding up his chest getting underneath the cords on his pecs, you give him what he had been asking for.

His jeans were easy to take off; those slid down and got tangled around his ankles. Boxer briefs of slightly funny heart patterns, show staining from precum sprouting and his sex, that throbs, awaits for your silky hands…

“You want my hands around your sex, Law-san?” you ask, kissing his neck with soft, butterfly pecks.

“That’s the price of my freedom?” he asks, slightly moving his hips back and forth.

“That’s something that is up to you to decide…” you giggle, sliding your hand into his underwear. Hot to the touch, wet and hard is how it feels… pulsating sex in between your hand, that has a little surprise right at the tip; a cold metallic ring.

As you begin to pump, pleased with the soft whimpering coming out of his mouth, his body moves with your jerking off delight; hanging from the ceiling, trembling, moving and with each move carving those debilitating ropes more and more into his caramel skin… ah, delicious!

Law’s boxer briefs also fall, and he wishes his whole body would also fall… his wrists, become redder and painful, the more he squirms to your touch.

You play with your palm on top of his tip, moving the little piercing, getting his gland more and more aroused. It’s so good to see this strong Yonko willing to fuck your hand, as he pays for his “freedom”.

So close, so close… so close until it bursts with grunts and not so manly whimpers… and you leave him there, dripping cum on the floor and into his pants.

“I’ll be back soon, Law-chan” “Free me, (Name)-ya!” “ah... you know my name? then I am sure you don’t want me to do it, right? A simple orgasm is not the price of your freedom… Trafalgar D. Water Law ~”

[harmshake]

Hypnotic

Jimmy pulls you under his sensual spell with a simple count to ten...

Jimmy Uso x Fem Reader | 18+ ONLY, NSFW, smut | 1,914 words

a/n: Got inspired on a whim to write this thanks to @woahdude9481, 💞 you, bestie! Also, big shout out to @theninthwonder as their amazing fic, Wetter, was heavy inspiration. 🤭💦

Happy reading! Read my other Jimmy stories here, if you'd like. ✨

"Close your eyes, don't open them, and count to ten."

Jimmy's voice was usually teasing but now it was serious, soft, and melodical, a lullaby in your ears. You were already wrapped in his strong, warm arms, feeling so comfy you could fall asleep. But that's not what he wanted...and the countdown wasn't to count sheep.

"One," you said in a small voice as you felt Jimmy's lips press to your cheek. He held you to him as you both lay naked on your sides in his bed, and he rewarded you with another kiss when you followed his instructions.

"Two, three...f-four," you stuttered as you felt his kisses fall to that spot on your neck that made you tremble—as well as his hands as they fell to your thighs. His long, thick fingers caressed your soft skin a bit closely to the heat that yearned for him, throwing you off. "Five..."

"That's right, keep goin'," Jimmy whispered as his fingers inched ever closer to your humid heat, petting you with light touches across your mound. Your instinct was to open up for him, and you did, parting your thighs to make room for his touch and making him giggle. "Damn, you gettin' ahead of me, baby."

"I know where this is goin'," you giggled, too, before a little moan jumped out of you when his fingertips slipped where you expected them to…yet when he gave your clit a soft spank instead of a rub, your moan spiked with a gasp. “Mmmm, baby, what the he—”

“I ain't tell you to stop countin’, baby…” Jimmy reminded you as his tongue danced along your skin, first your chest and then your hard nipples as he circled each one before pulling them gently between his full, supple lips. He had you on your back now, his big, muscular body shifting on top of you as his fingers remained on your clit…with another spank when you moaned to him instead of saying the number six…

“Unhh, six…seven…” you whimpered from the pads of Jimmy's fingers stroking over your clit in soft swirls to soothe you, your body already jolting beneath him as that orgasmic swell stirred wherever he touched—his lips smudging sloppy, sweet kisses on your tummy and thighs and his middle fingers slipping from your clit to slowly slip inside you, his thumb picking up where they left off. “Mm-mmunhh, shit…eight…”

“Almost there, baby,” Jimmy whispered to your pussy with a cool breath that tingled on your silky, wet folds as he massaged them. You wanted to open your eyes to see your man about to feast on you because he always looked so sexy doing so, his pretty, pink lips suckling your clit and his longish beard dripping with your pleasure. But you did as you were told and kept your eyes shut for him, squeezing them as his fingers nudged up on your g-spot, as his thumb rubbed up on your clit, and as his kisses ran up your inner thighs that shook as you felt dangerously close to your orgasm…

“Nine…t—” your words choked off once more as you thought you'd finally feel his mouth on you but instead it was something plush like silicone, swiveling little licks along your clit with vibrations that yanked you into an orgasm so swiftly you screamed a raspy moan. Your eyes popped open for just a moment before your climax pulled you back, and in that moment you saw Jimmy on his stomach between your legs with his fingers pumping in you as his other hand held a small, red, rose-shaped toy to your clit. “Unhhh, baby, oh, my god,” you yelped as your head fell back onto the pillow. You arched your back without your control as your body spasmed, accidentally pushing yourself deeper onto Jimmy's fingers and your clit deeper into that lovely suction from the toy, and making yourself yelp louder for him.

“Why you stopped countin’, bae? I need to hear you finish…” Jimmy said sweetly like he wasn’t sweetly torturing you. You almost didn't hear him over your moans as you clutched at his sheets and thought to beg for mercy.

“Ten, mmm, ten!” you finally cried, your pussy fluttering with deep throbs as your orgasm tried to taper off but kept rolling over you as Jimmy didn't pull away.

“That's my girl…now keep goin',” he murmured to you. Your eyes batted open to see his handsome face holding a devilish smirk before you saw white instead as he added with a lick of his lips, “Ain’t I say count to twenty, right, bae? So keep countin'...”

“Wha-? Unhh, el-eleven…fffuck, Daddy.” Your body was writhing at this point, the lethal combo of his thick fingers stuffed in your gushy pussy and the rose buzzing along your sweet spot making you feel lightheaded with bliss. That bastard knew damn well he didn't say twenty, you thought in fragments, your mind trying to play catch up with him as you felt him shift again between your legs to get on his knees before you felt him replace his fingers with the thick tip of his dick.

“I said keep countin’, baby…you betta listen to Daddy,” Jimmy growled as he caressed your clit with little taps of the rose, similar to how he pushed himself into you with little thrusts to make room for his big, hard dick. Your hands twitched with grasps of the bedsheets as you thought to fling them at Jimmy and push him away, the luscious feel of him stretching and filling you with all that dick as your clit throbbed with more wave orgasmic tingles threatening to be too much…yet it was for that reason you let him in deeper…

“Twelve…thirteeeen,” you sobbed when Jimmy thrust over your g-spot, the head of his dick thrusting to the back of your pussy. Now your orgasm was unstoppable as you felt him everywhere.

His warm body hunched over you as he lifted your leg to drape over his shoulder, your other leg resting on his thigh. His big hand snaked around your throat to pin you down and hold himself up, his other hand still holding the rose to your poor, aching clit that gave way to delicate quivers that reached your soul. And his deep, beautiful voice washed over you with a kiss to your forehead, demanding with soft growls, “Tell Daddy what's next, baby. Keep goin' for me...you can do it.”

“Fourteen, oh, fuck!” you groaned as your body shuddered and your pussy fluttered yet again as he hit you with long strokes hugging up on every sensitive spot of your soaked walls. 

“What, bae? I know you got another one in you. I need to feel it before you get to twenty,” Jimmy cooed. You were on your second orgasm on his thick dick that sped up now and made you cry to him as he tried to give you a third. He knew your body, knew what you could handle, and knew picking up the pace mid-orgasm to attack your g-spot with loving taps would make you cum harder…so hard you felt a rush, both in your head and your pussy as you squirted on his taut abs. “There she go…shit, bae. Look at you cummin’ like a good girl for me…” he added as your pleasure trickled down his body, your thighs, and to the sheets.

You felt out of your mind now, the only thing making sense was the warm, consuming vibes that stroked your clit as he stroked in you. Your eyes rolled as you felt him squeeze his fingers around your throat to bring you back to him, a hoarse moan that mimicked his name falling from your lips. “Count, bae. You gotta cum one more time for Daddy,” Jimmy grunted to you.

“Fifteen…sixteen…Daddy, I can't take it, mmm, I can't—” you whined as your intense pleasure lifted you off the bed, squirming for relief from it and yet squirming for more.

“Look at me, baby. Breathe.” His voice was commanding yet still held that sweetness as you blinked open your eyes to see him gazing at you. You panted for more air that he stole from your lungs with his thrusts and that damn, delicious rose—his eyes flickered down to it before up at your low lids again. “You can do it, baby. Just look at me…feel me…don't that feel nice?”

You suddenly felt his soft fingertips return to your clit, trailing up and down slowly, gently, to match the pace of his hips that also slowed down to catch your lingering contractions that pulled around his dick. It made him moan and you moaned, too, losing yourself in his gorgeous, coffee-brown eyes that held yours. 

“Yes, Daddy…” you whimpered, feeling that knot in your stomach tighten yet your body relaxed as you sank back into the sheets with Jimmy's gaze and thrusts sinking into your spirit. You still felt dizzy with lust but now it comforted you, that overwhelming pleasure sweeping through you like a warm, velvety breeze.

“That's right, baby…just focus on me. Keep goin’ for me,” Jimmy encouraged you with a kiss on your lips as his braids fell around your face. You mumbled the next couple of numbers on his tongue, tears from your mesmeric euphoria dotting your eyes and sliding down your cheeks as you closed them in that moment to focus on his strokes, his mouth, and his tongue that tasted yours. When you opened them again, the euphoria painted on his face made you feel just as satiated as his thrusts, his caresses, and his voice as he moaned huskily, “So fuckin’ close. Don’t stop...cum, baby…cum on this dick.”

“Nineteen…twenty, unhhhh,” you cried as your orgasm had seized at nineteen but you were determined to finish…as was Jimmy. Your eyes locked together as he held your jaw to make you gaze at him, his hitched breath soothing across your face as he moaned with you. That's when you felt his hips stutter before they paused altogether to soak in your pulsing walls, but you knew from that seductive look on his face, and those sexy grunts, that he was pulsing in you, too. 

You felt your eyes roll once more from the ardent bliss spilling over you, into you, yet Jimmy tightened his grip on your jaw as he moaned, “Watch me…feel us, baby…”

He sucked you right back into his spell, that hypnosis he had you under for the last hour wearing out your lungs as you cried with him and came with him. You wanted to wrap your arms around him but you were too weak, your pleasure overpowering you. Instead, you whined his name when he moaned yours as he grinded out a few more strokes into you before he slowly pulled out. 

“My baby. You did so good. So good, baby…” You heard Jimmy’s voice in your ear as he kissed your cheeks and tears, crawling back to your side to hold you like you wanted to hold him. Your eyes fell shut again as the remainder of your strength gave into his cozy, adoring kisses as you shut your eyes, sleep on its way to hold you, too.

“Night, bae…dream of me,” he said with one more kiss on your lips that you surely felt in your dreams as you dozed off, silently counting the rising and falling of his broad, warm chest to your back as he breathed softly and cuddled you to bed.

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[polo-drone-001]

💦Golden Soaked: Ezan Visits Meno in Bangkok for Songkran

The streets of Bangkok burst with energy, music, water, laughter. But for Ezan, this wasn’t just a festival. It was a mission. A return. A visit.

He came for Meno. His best Thai bro. The one who'd once knelt at his feet after training camp, who now stood tall in the golden jersey, a symbol of pride, discipline, and submission.

Meno waited in the humid dusk, glistening with sweat, his golden soccer shorts hugging his lean legs, jersey already soaked from the day's celebration. The second Ezan stepped off the bike, his thobe already wet from the heat, Meno dropped into a respectful squat, Thai greeting mixed with golden reverence.

“Welcome back, Brother.”

Ezan smiled, that signature smirk curling his lips, droplets rolling off his jaw. “Let’s make them see what gold really means.”

Together, they entered the flood.

Golden guns loaded. Shorts dripping. Bros watching.

They were unstoppable, Ezan towering, scent commanding, Meno grinning beside him, translating dominance into local dialect and tight, teasing moves. Wherever they walked, bros stared… then drifted closer. It wasn’t just a celebration anymore—it was a ceremony.

At one point, a shirtless dancer caught Ezan’s attention. Young, lean, cocky. Ezan lifted the golden blaster and soaked him from chest to waist. The boy gasped, then stilled. Meno leaned in close, whispered, “He’s ready.”

And Ezan? He just grinned and said, “Then kneel.”

The boy obeyed. The first of many that night.

By sunset, the streets of Silom pulsed with more than bass, it pulsed with obedience. Golden jerseys appeared one by one. Eyes started glowing. Bros, once wild and playful, moved in sync, hands respectfully clasped, waiting for a splash from either Ezan or Meno.

Bangkok was golden now. And Ezan? He wasn’t a guest. He was king.

Meno stood by him, hand resting on Ezan’s chest, chest rising with pride. “Think they understand now?” he asked.

Ezan looked out at the growing circle of soaked, golden bros, some kneeling, others dancing in perfect unison. “They will.”

💛 Meno showed him the city. Ezan showed the city who it truly belongs to. The gold has landed in Bangkok. And it’s not leaving.

Thanks bro @meno-gold-37 Sawasdee Pi Mai!

Contact the recruiters: @brodygold @goldenherc9 @polo-drone-001 Submission begins with one spray… and ends with your transformation.

[trashmouth-richie]

Alright, babe. Let's do Angsty, and your words are: crunch and parking lot

xo -Amanda

@curiositydooropened you asked for angst and bby i’m delivering hot and ready in 30 minutes or less, like surfer boys pizza or a real horny boyfriend. 🍆💦

18+ HEAVY ANGST, upside down themes, s1 canon events with reader thrown into the mix. you’re dating eddie! yay!

<650 words

send me a prompt! from this post :)

A strong western wind bristled the leaves.

Wrestling colors of burnt persimmon and chestnut hues around in a whimsical swirl of a colorful tornado. Some stuck to the inky wet of the grass from the early morning rain. Others found their way like Magellan to a faraway land (a nearby leaf pile) or maybe into the yard of a lucky kid able to rake enough of them up to earn a few dimes in the pockets of their Levi’s. 

It was chilly for the unusual Indian Summer Hawkins was experiencing this fall. As if winter broke through the endless seams of  the late humid summer, demanding to be felt, to be seen.

Could you do that? Be seen? 

You heard the screech of the ailing boy nights before. The squeal of tires from the police station. His mother—you presumed, frantically called his name into the town, like a lone wolf howling into the harvest moon hung sky. 

Yet, the boy remained missing. 

Would you be missed…like the Byers’ boy? Who would call for you? Would he?

Flyers went up, crunching beneath the metallic thump of a steel staple. Into telephone posts, poked through cork boards around the school with colorful tacs. Taped to pay phones and called across radio stations. 

Eddie had assured you that he had probably run away, typical for kids that age who didn’t get what they wanted. But you felt something. Heard things in the night while curled into his chest. It spoke to you. Begged you to look for It.. 

Barbara Holland went missing. Last seen at a party of Harrington’s that you heard him loudly strutting around the hallways about to impress the quiet, pretty freshman girl. 

Again, you told your boyfriend of your worries. Cried to him about the lack of sleep you’d been getting, the nightmarish creatures you’d seen when your eyes were closed. He pulled you into him, forefinger hooked under your jaw, and like a fish on a line, you succumbed to him. It was hard not to when somebody loved you the way Eddie did. 

Had it been days? You couldn’t be sure. 

Street lights flickered. They always did at Eddie’s— it was normal. But maybe you should have been more self-aware. Maybe you would have noticed It. 

Long spindly arms clawed at your coat as you ran, bony fingers hooked into the belt around your waist, pulling you back, further and further towards the opening at the base of a tree. 

You fought, clawed at dirt and muck and shit to escape its clutches. Badly bleeding, injured, breaths away from death— until you weren’t. Until you were somehow nestled beneath foliage— safe, hiding, alone. 

The treeline behind the trailer park was where you laid. Unable to make a sound, caked with dried blood, colored dark on your body, the sharp stink of infection and decay permeated the chilly air, and you knew it was from you. 

Would he know how much you loved him? How proud of him you were for sticking up for kids who needed it?

You’d miss his smile, his dimples, that giddy dorky laugh he couldn’t hide when you tickled his sides. The way butterflies swarmed in your stomach when he kissed you.

Would he miss you…cry for you?

You lie in wait watching the leaves scatter across the dirt parking lot. Body cold and broken, blood trickling to the earth. Time ticking down to what could possibly be your inevitable end. 

[putschki1969]

🇹🇭KEIKO Bangkok Pilgrimage🇹🇭

Imagine my surprise when I saw that the latest Niku&Choco fan club magazine contained a two-page feature of Keiko's private trip to Bangkok earlier this year. I had originally planned to spend a few relaxing days in Thailand with the one or the other more eventful activity but seeing all the things that Keiko had done, I naturally felt inspired to do the same stuff. First I needed to find out what exactly she had done, where she had gone and what she had eaten. I put on my Putschki Holmes hat and started researching right away. After some initial difficulties I was able to figure out almost everything. My friends helped provide some additional info and were of course kind enough to play tourist guide for me in some of the more confusing locations.

From what I can tell, Keiko must have stayed either around the Siam area or a little further out around the Sukhumvit line. Her activities were mostly limited to Siam Paragon (a big mall at Siam station) and Central Embassy (another big mall at Phloen Chit station). She also visited the Talad Noi district near Bangkok's famous Chinatown. Without further ado, let's get to it〈(•ˇ‿ˇ•)-→

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Talad Noi

This area is famous for its gorgeous street-art. Keiko took lots of pictures in front of some of the more extravagant pieces. I tried posing in a similar manner but oh boy, I totally failed. It's almost embarrassing how horribly stiff I look in most of these...And you know what?! I ordered these exact pants earlier this month but unfortunately, they didn't arrive in time for my trip 😔How cool would it have been to take these pictures wearing the same pants as Keiko! *sobs* A huge thank you to my friends who joined me on this little adventure in Talad Noi. I never would have found these specific murals without their help. Also, kudos to us for taking approximately five million pictures in the sweltering heat. It was so hot and humid that day💦

Siam Paragon & Siam Center

Had a great time at Siam Paragon. The food court was amazing. A shame that I couldn't try everything in a single day. I decided to try the frozen yogurt from Yolé and a shabu-shabu set at Hitori Shabu. Wanted to try McDonald's too because I was curious about some of the Thailand-limited items but there was just not enough time for all that extra food. I only took a picture in front of the Fire Tiger place at Siam Center (not much of a smoothie person to be honest).

Central Embassy

Lots of yummy food to choose from at Central Embassy. Keiko did nothing but eat there it seems. I was only there for half a day so I honestly had a hard time deciding on what to try. Eventually I ended up going to the shaved-ice place "The Dessert by Kaithong Original" because I was craving something cold. I cheated a little bit with "Somboon Seafood" because I only went there to take some pictures with my acrylic Cakey but I didn't actually eat anything at the restaurant until a few days later. Went to another more popular branch with some friends and we ordered the famous crab curry. I also only took a few pictures outside of "Din Tai Fung", it's a shame though because I would have enjoyed some dim sum but honestly, that shaved ice thingy almost killed me

Airport

Last but not least, a final picture at the airport before it's time to fly back home.

[goodhealthedit]

Travel hacks for long flights ✈️☁️

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[osaka-mokichi2024]

It's so humid today💦

[respirgender]

Tropicaliden

Description: A xeniden related to, based on, or connected in some way to tropical aesthetics/themes. This is similar to oceaniden/seaiden, but focused more on tropical aesthetics. See 'themes and aesthetics' below for more info.

Colours: Blue, cerulean, cyan, turquoise, teal, pink, orange, yellow, bright vibrant colours, shades of brown/beige

Themes and aesthetics: Tropical beaches, tropical fish, dolphins, water, the ocean, islands, coral reefs, hibiscuses, surfing/surfboards, summer, tropicalcore, beachcore, surfer aesthetics, summer vacation, seashells, ice cream, shell jewelry, tropical fruits, hibiscus patterns, cameras/polaroids, palm trees, sunglasses, swimwear, tropical plants/flowers, starfish, aquariums

Name ideas: coral, finn, wade, hurley, fisher, ariel, sandy, pearl, oceana, cora/kora, callie/cali, marina, bay, palmer, dylan, morgan, reef, shelly, brody, riley, capsian, cove, adrian, mira, orca

Pronoun ideas: summer/summers, beach/beaches, tropic/tropics, tropical/tropicals, shell/shells, sand/sands, wave/waves, ocean/oceans, coconut/coconuts, palm/palms, shark/sharks, dolphin/dolphins, fish/fishes, water/waters, splash/splashes, sea/seas, shell/shells, crab/crabs, pearl/pearls, warm/warms, warmth/warmths, surf/surfs, surfer/surfers, hibiscus/hibiscuses, island/islands, mango/mangos, plumeria/plumerias, frangipani/frangipanis, bikini/bikinis, swim/swims, scuba/scubas, parrot/parrots, melon/melons, watermelon/watermelons, rainbow/rainbows, flower/flowers, humid/humids, heat/heats, glitter/glitters, sun/suns, sunshine/sunshines, sunrise/sunrises, sunset/sunsets, turtle/turtles, bubble/bubbles, pineapple/pineapples, coral/corals, lobster/lobsters, aqua/aquas, 🌺/🌺s, 🌺/🌺s, 🥥/🥥s, 🌴/🌴s, 🍍/🍍s, 🐚/🐚s, 🫧/🫧s, 🍹/🍹s, ⛱️/⛱️s, 🏖️/🏖️s, 🌊/🌊s, 🕶️/🕶️s, 👙/👙s, 🩱/🩱s, 🩳/🩳s, 🩴/🩴s, ☀️/☀️s, 🌞/🌞s, 🪸/🪸s, 🌈/🌈s, 🍦/🍦s, 🏄/🏄s, 🐬/🐬s, 🦈/🦈s, 🐟/🐟s, 🐠/🐠s, 🐙/🐙s, 🦀/🦀s, 🏝️/🏝️s, 🤿/🤿s, 😎/😎s, 🍧/🍧s, 🌅/🌅s, 💧/💧s, 💦/💦s, 🍉/🍉s, 🍊/🍊s, 🍋/🍋s, 🥭/🥭s, 🍌/🍌s, 🍓/🍓s, 🍑/🍑s, 🦩/🦩s, 🐡/🐡s, 🐳/🐳s, 🐋/🐋s

Music ideas: the beach boys, kokomo by the beach boys, beach theme from new super mario bros wii, every morning by sugar ray, santeria by sublime, doin' time by sublime

Related terms: Seaiden/Oceaniden, Jellifiden, Summeriden

[saayawolf]

Begonia 'Moonlight Butterfly' 🦋🌕✨

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Care Guide

🌞 Light: Keep it in bright, indirect light. Harsh sunlight can scorch its stunning leaves, so indirect is the way to go!

🌱 Soil: A well-draining, rich potting mix will keep those roots happy. It loves soil with lots of organic matter!

💧 Water: The soil should stay consistently moist, but not soggy. Allow the top inch to dry out a bit between waterings to avoid overwatering.

🌡️ Temperature: Ideal temps range between 65-80°F (18-27°C). Begonia doesn't like the cold, so keep it warm and away from drafts.

💦 Humidity: Loves moderate to high humidity! Mist its leaves regularly or place it near a humidifier for best results.

🌿 Fertilizer: Feed monthly during the growing season with a diluted liquid fertilizer to encourage healthy growth and vibrant foliage.

[everglowstardust]

Kimura Takuya Instagram Post 2020.07.18

“The moment the rain ended… dispatch!!

With 100% humidity, you’ll be drenched in sweat 💦💦 even if the temperature is low.”

STAY SAFE!!

Takuya

[hyumjim]

omg did you start sweating really bad after starting hormones? ive been on it for years and havent made that connection but im so sweaty now that it soaks my hair and its so embarrassing.... i used to wear hoodies in the Georgia heat and now im crawling on all fours when i have to stand in direct sunlight in Oregon 🤒💦

YES and it’s just starting to get really hot in nyc and the humidity is KILLING MEEEE btw my skin type changed entirely I need to get a different moisturizer cause I touched my face the other day and my palm came up SOAKING WET just from sitting in the house with the fan on????? Bitch disGOSTING. i am an oil slick!!! and i dont think there is a deodorant in the world that can actually help my sweat situation. AND I GET HOT FLASHES BECAUSE I AM WHAT??? GOING THROUGH MENOPAUSE. YAAAASSSSS!!!!!

[girafeduvexin]

Immense mood.

[steff-02]

Ça fait plusieurs jours que nous n’avons rien posté, faute de connexion internet très très mauvaise. Mais rassurez-vous tout va bien ;) Voici les débuts de notre voyage :

Si nous avons fait le trajet jusqu’ici m, à Victoria Falls c’est pour aller voir…the Victoria Falls 😂

Les chutes Victoria sont des chutes d’eau situées sur le fleuve Zambèze faisant la frontière entre le Zimbabwé et la Zambie. Les chutes sont larges d’1,7km et hautes de 108m, ce qui les placent dans les chutes d’eau les plus grandes du monde. Le premier explorateur à découvrir ces chutes (David Livingstone) était écossais et a nommé ces chutes Victoria en l’honneur de la reine Victoria du Royaume-Uni. La ville zambienne voisine aux chutes porte le nom de l’explorateur : Livingstone.

Nous entrons dans le parc peu avant 10h. Il y a pas mal de sortie scolaire ce matin, mais le parc est grand alors on ne se marche pas dessus. Il y a 15 points de vue reparti sur environ 2km le long des chutes et du fleuve Zambèze. Le panorama est à couper le souffle ! Nous croisons sur notre chemin quelques singes, des petites biches et de très beaux oiseaux !

A l’entrée du parc il est écrit qu’il y a une “rainforest”, en français “forêt de pluie”. On ne comprenait pas vraiment ce que c’était, jusqu’à ce qu’on y arrive 😂 le débit de l’eau des chutes est tellement fort, que les gouttelettes d’eau peuvent remonter jusqu’à 400m. La végétation se trouvant pile en face des chutes d’eau principales se retrouvent arrosées en permanence. En plus d’être verdoyante, la forêt est tellement humide que des goutes d’eau tombent des arbres, exactement comme lorsqu’il pleut. La différence est flagrante entre la végétation séchée sous un soleil aride et la forêt verdoyante arrosée par les chutes 💦

Après avoir dîner au restaurant du parc, nous allons visiter un parc de crocodiles non loin de là. Un guide nous emmène faire la visite, il est super ! Il connaît les reptiles sur le bout des doigts et en plus il est drôle 💪🏼

On commence la visite par la “nurserie”. Il y a des bébés crocodiles d’un peu moins d’un an. Ils sont craquant 😍 on a pu en porter un pour le caresser. Leur dos est fait d’écailles dures pour les protéger mais le ventre est fait d’écailles toute “molles”, ça en est presque doux. La visite se poursuit par la maison des serpents. Une vingtaine d’espèce de serpent cohabitent ici. Majoritairement africain mais aussi américain et asiatique, du plus venimeux au constricteur. On a pu porter deux serpents constricteur (donc pas venimeux du tout), un grand et un petit. Ils sont trop chou, beaux, doux, et on sent tous leurs muscles lorsqu’ils bougent. J’ai adoré l’expérience mais j’avoue que je n’était pas rassuré sur leur morsure. Bien qu’ils ne soient pas venimeux, je pense que ça doit tout de même faire mal 😅 au moins j’ai bien fait rire le guide et Dan 😂 après les serpents, ce sont les lionnes (oui c’est un centre de crocos mais il y a des lionnes, je ne sais pas pourquoi). Elles sont belles, comme deux gros chats, mais une était en train de se remplir la pance et l’autre voulait faire la sieste. Autant vous dire que Dan et Stefano ne sont pas leur priorité numéro 1 😂 Les crocodiles suivants était, eux, plus intéressés ! Oke peut être qu’on avait de la viande à leur donner 😂 mais ça marche 🤷🏽‍♂️. Ceux-ci étaient adultes, ils ont environ 55 ans et pourrons vivre jusqu’à 120 ans 🫢nous sommes allés voir les bassins des plus jeunes individus. 4-5 ans puis 2-3 ans. Nous avons appris que les crocos âgés de 4-5 ans sont les meilleurs pour utiliser la peau en maroquinerie. Et pour ne rien perdre, la chair est revendue aux hôtels et restaurants pour les cuisiner ( d’ailleurs on en a goûté à Victoria Falls et c’était très bon 😋). Ça nous a un peu refroidi au premier abord puis on a remis les choses dans leur contexte. Chaque pays fait avec les animaux qu’ils ont chez eux. Ici il y a des crocos, ils les élèvent et ils les mangent…🤷🏽‍♂️

Nous ne pouvons pas partir avec d’aller voir la gare de Victoria Falls. J’aurais adoré venir jusqu’ici en train de nuit mais malheureusement depuis le Covid tous les trains voyageur sont annulé.

Une fois la visite terminée, nous reprenons la route en direction de notre campement, à 2h30 de route, aux portes du parc national Hwange. L’endroit est très chouette, les lodges sont assez moderne mais nous sommes seuls. Pourtant le complexe est assez grand, mais il n’y a personne d’autre que nous à séjourner là cette nuit 😂

[jules-has-notes]

Death of a Bachelor — VoicePlay music video

Brendon Urie has an impressive vocal range. So when VoicePlay's fans tasked them with covering Panic! at the Disco's latest hit song, the guys set their highest and lowest singers to work. PartWork, that is. (Sorry. I couldn't resist.)

Details:

title: Death of a Bachelor

original performers: Panic! at the Disco

written by: Brendon Urie, Lauren "Lolo" Pritchard, & Jake Sinclair

arranged by: Geoff Castellucci

vocal parts: Earl – tenor 1, tenor 2; Geoff – baritone, bass, percussion

release date: 29 July 2016

My favorite bits:

the meta humor of singing ♫ "I don't look the same" ♫ in a video with multiple copies of just two group members who didn't change their clothes for their different vocal parts

the delayed harmonies on ♫ "sky fall" ♫, and baritone Geoff looking cautiously upward

flashing everyone but lead Earl in and out on the beats during the first chorus, that's some snazzy editing

those syncopated rising harmony lines in the middle of the second verse

the breathy percussion sound leading into the second chorus

Earl's crisp downward run on ♫ "letting the water fa-a-a-a-all" ♫

baritone Geoff getting up pretty high on that last ♫ "How could I ask for more?" ♫

"Don't sweat, don't sweat." "Stop sweating." 💦 Guys, you're in Florida in July. It is both hot and humid. You're gonna sweat.

"What's this made of?" "Candy." 🍬 "Ooh." ::nibble:: "Yum yum." (In case you needed a reminder that these doofuses had been friends since middle school. 😁)

Trivia:

It's Geoff's turn to do triple duty. In the two previous PartWork videos he'd been in, Eli had covered baritone. Earl had taken all three higher parts in his first multitrack outing, so was happy to stick with just the two tenor lines this time around.

Earl is also capable of doing some vocal percussion. He took over the snare line during Layne's rap solo in VoicePlay's "Wow! Vol. 1" medley that they performed on the 2015 Sing-Off tour, and there is backstage video of both of them trying to beatbox after inhaling helium.

Paul Kaleka handled the audio mix for this song solo, allowing the guys to maintain their publication schedule during Layne's paternity leave.

The video description includes a production credit for Eli's then-fiancée, Ashley. She's listed as "Space Bar Champion", so she was probably handling the on-set audio playback while Eli was running the camera.

They also attribute set design to "Whit E. Wall" to explain their minimalist aesthetic.

I don't know how much (if at all) it influenced their decision to record this song, but Layne had gotten married the previous October, and Eli had proposed to Ashley in April. The number of unmarried guys in their ranks was rapidly diminishing.