#i wish i was fucking rich

[formulanni]

Lance Stroll as the Nine of Cups:

An environment of luxury and emotional stability, where all available comforts await you. Indulging in all the joys that life has to offer you is signaled by this card, though at times there is a sense of smugness that comes from taking your situation for granted.

This card also symbolizes having your wish fulfilled. Achieving what you desire. Obtaining your goal. Getting what you think you want.

The nine of cups is directly related to the Hermit, card 9 of the Major Arcana. It therefore has an element of solitude about it. It's a card of emotional happiness and fulfilment which is enjoyed alone.

Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls

[jesuistrestriste]

Projecting cos i need money but payipig art ...need him to buy me shoes and ask me to step on him with them

art would absolutely spoil you. he’s got a lot of money from his tennis career, and he’d like nothing more than to spend all of it on a beautiful, dominant individual.

you two met through a kink website and now he’s your personal wallet. and he prides himself in that title ! he’s given you his credit card to keep when he’s off to train at the courts, or when he’s at a match, or when he’s doing press interviews for sports magazines.

his cock gets impossibly hard when you tell him how much money you’re draining from his bank account each day. you usually inform him through texts..

200 dollars down the drain, baby.. just got a new pair of heels 💋

he swallows and texts you back quick.

can i please see them?

a notification from you pops up a minute later.

attachment: one image

he fumbles with his fingers, desperately tapping the banner at the top of his screen, and he has to stifle a whine when he opens the photo in your guys’ chat. it’s a picture of your limbs from the calves down; a pair of sleek, tall, black heels slipped over your feet.

his lips part, drunk with lust, and he feels his mouth go dry in an instant. pulses of heat flood his gut and he lets out a shaky breath as he texts you back.

oh god… they’re perfect on you.

you’re perfect.

please..

the response from you comes a minute later, and art has to resist the urge the shove his hand down into his pants.

you like? xx

his brows pinch together and he replies quick.

are you kidding? i love them. i really want to see you later. can we meet?

two texts from you follow.

hmm. maybe. i’m pretty busy today, but i could probably squeeze you in after i make a trip to chanel and blow another 500 bucks ..

i can bring the shoes.

now he’s nearly panting like a dog as he spares a glance down to the tent in his clothes before his fingers are back on the screen. he blows up your phone.

oh please, yes.

yes, yes, yes… i want you to step on me when you get here.

kick me, spit on me, tell me what a worthless guy i am.. i don’t care.

tell me im only good for my money and that’s it. please.

i’m begging you, goddess.

his hips are twitching against the fabric and his lids flutter as he imagines all the things you might do to him later.. god, he needs you like air. his eyes roll back, and he lets a little moan slip out.

he wants you to use him.

a small *ding* from his phone sends his baby blues darting back down.

one text from you. one sentence. it gets him leaking copiously.

see you in an hour 💋

[yamsgarden]

it really do feels like that some days

[naamahdarling]

I fucked so much, so good, this weekend that I can literally barely walk. My ankles are stiff, my shins are clicking with every step, and my upper back hurts. My right shoulder and wrist ache, my grip is weak, and one finger (not even one that saw any action) inexplicably is painful to bend to the left and keeps seizing up. My left foot hurts, which isn't surprising considering I broke it a couple months ago, but the right foot and ankle hurt too. I don't know why. My problematically over-tight pelvic floor currently has the structural integrity of an unbaked tear-apart pretzel and the back of my bladder is sore. I feel like a dollar-store Barbie left outside for six years and now the fragile plastic of my hip joints is going to shatter the instant I try to spread my legs.

We went for several hours and when we surfaced I saw this text from my best friend:

Boyfriend is doing better than me, fortunately, because I am demolished.

What I'm getting at is we are two middle-aged trans-masc queers who have not physically transitioned beyond T. Please don't let ANYONE tell you that having a bio-penis you can penetrate with is required to pleasure someone.

[bluebipples]

idk she would’ve been 40 today so im sharing my favorite pics of her

[xxcyberghostxx]

au where bill realizes he's losing in the weirdmageddon and uses his newfound control over time to place himself in the twin's lives wayyyyy before they get to gravity falls in order to manipulate them into trusting him

[hanniedream]

china hoshi bar's project for hoshi's birthday 🐅🧡

[nando161mando]

I wish for the abolishment of capitalism and all oppressive ideology.

[firelise]

I"M HAVING A TIME

Tongrak THEE Stallion

[medicinemane]

American tasked with making an analogy: "Is like highway"

[11oh1]

[daenystheedreamer]

thoughts on shifting

wish i had their powers

[hanzajesthanza]

don’t let me reread because i saw this

and an image of reynevan pleading innocent like the crying cat meme flashed across my mind

[thesorrowoflizards]

why is gender so expensive :(

[strebcr]

When I think I can't be more disappointed with Mike Pollock I get surprised every fucking time 😔

[bunnihearted]

rightism is on the rise all over the world in times where we desperatly need compassion and acts to save the climate, but i am just a "stupid misanthrope" for hating humanity and having no hope ..........