#i am fulfilled

[ninyard]

@cantcropkevin this is the best moment of my life

[atoltia]

this has been a good two days ☺️

[cum-a-calla]

i received mindblowing head today. it was fucking insane. full on feet on shoulders, screaming, scooting away and being yanked back down typa meltdown cum. and then... he started kissing it. straight up kissing, and i was so overestimated it started to tickle, so i started laughing and he held me down until i was cry-laughing and shaking and 'begging him to stop'. and then cuddled me and told me to nap.

i just returned the favor by giving some seriously intense, drooling, gagging, licking-his-balls, tits-on-his-thighs typa head til he was whining and twitching. and i put his ass to sleep for the night. there is something intoxicating about giving somebody an orgasm and having them pant their way back to life while telling you how crazy you are at it. hours before, he was digging his fingers into me and telling me he wanted to eat me alive. and then he broke into this beautiful trembling thing moaning into the night. fuck

fuuuuuck i just love my fucking life. GOD he is so hot. seriously, commit to somebody you can be best friends with, the sex is unbelievable. there is no other way

[bearratic]

| Ais to Sen / @sanctissimx

Ais rises to a seated position, the muscles under the flesh in his back roll and stretch as he moves his arms above his head. Sore, even if the demon’s bed were to be made of silk. Roughly a hand reaches to touch his horns, as if they are the only commodity on his body to remind him he’s still alive. And if he were to lose them he’d lose himself. He doesn’t even recall when they formed, but he knew it hadn’t been pleasant.

His chest rises and falls, as anything he’s conscious of that. Always shallow, forever hallow. Though he’s not truly living, He hasn’t for what feels like eons. Furrowed brows on his pale as bone skin he whips the blanket off his body, the cold greedily grabbing and clinging to him. He turns away, feet meeting with the even colder cobble stone floor.

“Leave.” He hisses to the naked faceless residing next to him. Another body he had collected for the night. One that was supposed to warm him, connect with him, entanglement of their bodies, to make him feel. Something, anything. His desperate noises had filled the room but now he was taking them back, returning them to his throat to be left unspoken. They never came from his soul, they just collected in a gaping hole within. Used for naught more than thinly measured pleasure. Where or when he received this unseen hole, was unknown. What it does to him however, is evident.

Every damn fall of night is the same, wasted and spend looking for something, for someone that had taken from him. That had left that exact crater in his essence. As if carved out with a knife it’s rugged, an exposed nerve being played like an instrument. It’s teeth grinding to him. The warmth had fleeted from his fingertips, his lips dull, his pupils diluted, shielding and feigning out others from his true hidden soul. All but replaced by trivial breaths, nightmares of unknown depth.

A break out of unwanted sweat and a hastened heartbeat. It’s the same every damn night, him on his knees. Hands full of a thick black fleeting smoke, the shape of a feminine body before it seeps through and fades from his desperate hold. It always ends the same way, the demon reaching out, one attempt of a million more to keep this exodus shape near. It leaves him exhausted as his hands fill with wet red strings of blood in lieu.

With the bed on the other side empty once again, Ais gets up. Collecting his items off the frozen floor and wraps them onto his body. He doesn’t bother blowing out the still burning candles, the whole place can go up in flames for all he cares, it’s all the same to him. He grabs hold of his beating and drumming head as the other hand goes to the doorknob. “What is tormenting me so.. and why can’t I snap its neck.”

Was it a curse? Every day he has the same thought, as it is not an irrational one. He, however, is. Not exactly half a man easy to make himself get along with. To take along trusted companions, nor keep them close for that matter. Though there is one.. one that understands his torment. So Ais lifts the last part of his outfit off its holder and puts his arms through the sleeves. The blue tattoo on his right dissapearing into the darkness of the jacket. His thick boot steps into the streets, the ripple of a puddle underneath makes him look up, of course it’s “fucking pouring.” He clenches a lit cigarette between his lips, red from use by the nightly ordeals of a stranger. Destroying another part of himself by filling his lungs but at least of this one he has the control. He holds it between his ringed and beaten fingers, light bloodied bandages covered every other finger. The last and outer two wrapped together in an attempt to heal from a break. Another large step of his boot and he makes his way through the Eridian streets, many seen as beggars, merchants, alchemist had risen in the early morning with him. Trying to better their life by worsening others, no one truly fills the need of another in these parts if they can get to it first. His maroon colored eyes shift, continuing his never ending, doomed search for his own wish fulfilment, to be whole. The hunt someone with no name, something with no sound and whithou-… that.. what is that smell.

[skull-hurts]

how 4n4 bitches feel after spitting out their food instead of swallowing.

[softquietsteadylove]

https://www.tumblr.com/softquietsteadylove/754372188881272832/i-saw-this-trend-on-tiktok-where-its-not-just-a?source=share

Your words always gets me, every freaking time😭 thank you, I miss them so much it's no even funny anymore😭😭😭

You are so sweet!!! Thank you so much, this truly is such a compliment!

I miss them too. ❤️🦜

[a-continuous-cutting-motion]

I have officially been given permission to spend half of every week at work making flowcharts and spreadsheets

[talesfromthenorsesmouth]

one of my students informed me today that this is Rat Girl Summer and i have never been so down for Anything

[bard-like]

we did it. we had a Mario Party Bachelor Party. ✨

[stuckinapril]

I genuinely think that any change in behavior starts w telling yourself that your worst days, worst performances, just worst moments in general aren’t who you “truly are.” It’s all about unlearning any thought process that essentially chalks up traits you aren’t proud of to “this is who I really am” “in reality I’m lazy” “in reality I’m just a bad person” bc not only is that never true, but it impedes your efforts to try to do better as well. Anything we struggle with has roots in things like childhood trauma, thoughts you’ve been fed before, your upbringing…. but never that you’re inherently a bad person. What I’m learning this year is that a lot of us doing better & being better & improving really comes down to self-talk—to disavowing the very notion that deep down we’re simply bad.

[b0tster]

reading the receipts on how bethesda resorted to fucking extortion in a pathetic attempt to force Leona (a trans woman) to resign without pursuing a discrimination lawsuit by holding her fucking surgeries hostage & holy fuck

her experience at bethesda was a harrowing but depressingly familliar one filled with a sudden loss of respect by her superiors, public outing by her manager, falsified reports on her yearly review to convince corporate that she was a liability...

i struggle to find the words to descrive how i felt going through it all.

they were HOLDING HER SURGERIES HOSTAGE TO COERCE HER TO RESIGN

fuck this fucking industry. you cannot fix this. it is beyond saving

[shushmal]

okay but a like post-series fic i want that's like: steve harrington being the only man left in hawkins fighting monsters

and not like a 'everyone died, last man standing' way but just. they beat it back, the story ends, nice little tie-up and neatly concluded, eleven loses her powers because their world is completely cut from the other. and life goes on. eddie (yes, eddie lives au don't fight me) goes off with his band, robin-nancy-jargyle off to separate cities for college. the kids go to high school, graduate high school, and scatter across the country. joyce and hop buy a beach house far-far-far away from goddamn hawkins indiana.

steve though. steve stays. he does it too without comment, takes all their calls telling him all these amazing things. the years pass. the calls are fewer and far between. he's mostly in contact with only dustin and robin. except robin's out of country doing some crazy temp job in some remote country, she never catches him at home right now so just leaves him messages. and it takes a couple of weeks for dustin to realize he hasn't gotten steve on the phone.

frantically he calls around "have you heard from steve???" except the most people talk to steve anymore is like phone calls during holidays and holy shit what could have happened??

and what if it's back?

cue everyone who can in that moment, rushing back. eddie hopping on a flight from fucking london direct to indianapolis somehow, heart in his throat. he manages to meet hopper in the airport and they pick up max and dustin at the bus station.

they get to hawkins that is even more different that what they left. a smaller town, a town that shuts down completely when the sun sets. it's creepy and deserted.

except for the fucking upside down monsters of course.

and they're in their stupid little rental in front of this demogorgon and they're screaming but then the thing just goes splat on the concrete and steve fucking harrington is blinking owlishly at them.

"Oh, hey guys!" he calls jogging up to the driver's side window. "Wow, what brought you back down this way? You should have told me, I would have told you about the curfew!"

turns out steve just forgot to pay his phone bill that month, didn't even realize he was missing calls and he's been fighting monsters the entire time because actually they WEREN'T cut off from the upside down at all and he's just been casually fighting monsters for the remaining hawkins residence—the whole town knows now and steve's the guy you call when you have a monster problem

sidebar: WAYNE still lives in hawkins, and he and steve are best friends, eddie munson you are gonna LOSE YOUR MIND

[eamour]

don’t ever feel bad for knowing about the law but not being able to properly use it to your advantage. don’t blame nor bash yourself for having forgotten the functioning of the law and how it operates.

when neville wanted to manifest a divorce with his first wife — who he had fallen out of love with — in order to be in a relationship with the woman who he actually had feelings for, he admitted that he had no clue on how to do it. yes, he was pretty much wondering about the how. how was he gonna approach her? what was he gonna tell her? in which way could his desire be realised? he was struggling mentally, and probably emotionally as well.

so, what did he do? he completely turned his back on the outer world and abandoned himself to the law. neville practiced to fall asleep to the assumption that he was already together with the woman of his dreams and exercised this repeatedly and consistently. he remained persistent with his claim until his deepest desire materialised itself into his physical reality for him to witness.

within one week of accepting his assumption to be true in a state akin to sleep, he was ready to perceive his manifestation with his own senses. his desire appeared in a way which he didn’t even think of or believed in!

neville did not intervene or interfere with the contents of his world without. all he did was to feel his wish fulfilled, live in the end and think from his desire. in his mind, he was already experiencing what he wanted and wished for. he had faith in the unseen and trusted his imagination. and most importantly, his circumstances did not matter to him! all because he was ready to see beyond his human body and finally free himself from the limitations of his senses.

it may be difficult to look at life from a lens that doesn’t feel like it belongs to you, but neville didn’t look at his life from his body's eyes either. he looked at his life from his mind's eyes. see, the law works nonetheless. it doesn’t stop applying to you because it’s you or because you didn’t imagine "well" or long enough. the law's ability to realise your desires depends entirely on the naturalness of your feeling in regards to your desire. it’s possible to bring anything to life. if there's an ability to desire, there’s an ability to imagine. and after all, imagination creates reality.

"never blame, only resolve." — neville goddard

with love, ella.

[egophiliac]

I DID IT I GOT MY PINK HAYATE now I am never doing that again!

(at least until they give me, like, a frilly unicorn Kamui or something)

[buckleydiazmp4]

no but the thing is. they KISSED. on screen. it was a real scene, not deleted, not removed from a script, it HAPPENED in front of the world's eyes. and AND the actors are normal about it and the whole cast and crew is normal about it and it's not vague and it's IMPORTANT. no matter the rest of it and what came after it, it happened!!

[yearnerspermit]

I’ll be honest the way some people talk about this show makes it sound less like they’re interested in the messy nature of people failing and remorse and guilt and atonement and redemption and regret and the capacity to change and the inability to undo what’s been done and unforgivable actions and maybe forgivable people and how you face all of it and continue to live and endure. and more like they want to be sitting in that jury, determining who’s guilty or not guilty, deciding a sentence, and walking away satisfied in the result being final