#informaiton

[thechaotichorselord]

Important lil thing

Hello, Horselord here! Just got a lil thing to say!

So I have a few sideblogs! One for my Narrator (@askunwantedguestnarrator) and one for my Timekeeper. (@glitchyattraction) Recently, I’ve been getting a lot of asks for my Narry, which REALLY means a lot to me. So thank you for that.

But I just wanna say one thing.

THIS MAN IS AN ASSHOLE

he will barely answer questions because he doesn’t feel like it and will not give the info you crave 😭

so that’s where I come in!

if you have any questions about my Narrator or anything involving the Unwanted Guest AU, ask me instead of THIS DORK

you can TRY to ask him, but he will not give a clear answer

he’s too secretive 😔

so ask me general questions about the AU, and you can interact and try to ask my TK and Narry about it.

aight that’s it toodles!

[dandanjean]

Savoir

Le savoir est quelque chose d’énigmatique. Un peu comme l’amour, on a tendance à le définir par une forme. En amour, c’est le sentiment envers un autre humain, pour le savoir, le fait d’avoir la bonne information et les bonnes connaissances. Il faut considérer que les informations, tout comme les connaissances, sont éphémères. Parfois, au fil du temps, l’information ou la connaissance que nous…

[abyssalzones]

fully convinced [COLLEGE I ATTEND] is the real life backupsmore

[br1ghtestlight]

Thinking about bob burger again'

[moomeecore]

who was your favorite my little pony 🐴

as a kid it was applejack!! currently fluttershy is my favorite though - im suprised she wasnt my favorite as a kid tbh i feel like a relate to her a lot more. again, suprised child me didnt have fluttershy as a fav, esp bc of her whole talking to animals thing (as a child i wanted so badly to be an animal. for like 2 yrs of elementary school i only wore colors that pigs could be like pink white and brown bc i wanted to be a pig so bad) im not totally sure why aj was my favorite tbh she just was? perhaps in part bc i loved farms. maybe had something do with her being one of the more masculine ponies also? i had a mlp themed birthday party at one point (think it was my 12th bday) and i had an applejack figure as a cake decoration (i still have it in the basement somewhere)

[swamp-chicken]

idk the context for that but I’m imagining that he has a cabin in the woods he’s only in occasionally and people break in when he’s not there because they think it’s deserted. which. technically I guess it is but meh….

idk where he lives or what he's doing that he's being robbed so much??? wtf is going on in canada

[aropride]

i love psychology classes i love this shit. because i know like everyything but i get to share my opinions on the reading and i LOVE having opinions

[cowtoolsfanart]

Native-Land.ca | Our home on native land

[1o1percentmilk]

remember when wordle came out and every programmer and their mother was making algorithms to automate guessing it. those were good times

[swordbreakerz]

Happy new years from Them, may you have just as much rivals to lovers and Cool Robots in the new year 💖💖

[alsanda-151651]

Thyroid Treatment In Homeopathy

In homoeopathic thyroid treatment, abnormalities in the thyroid gland are addressed by promoting the body's inherent healing capacity. The selection of homoeopathic remedies is based on the unique traits and symptoms of each patient. These are a few widely utilized cures. Thyroidine: This premium medication boosts thyroid activity. It works well for people who are always tired, have gained weight, and have puffy faces. Thyroidinum also treats severely dry skin and cold sensitivity. Calcarea Carbonica: This herb is useful in treating weakness and cold sensitivity and is suggested in cases of excessive weight gain brought on by thyroid problems. Additionally, it helps women with hypothyroidism manage their heavy, protracted menstruation cycles and constipation.

[hellstoofull]

Vaggie petting and kissing the top of Charlie's head and just being a cuddly gf Charlie: Gets super flustered at how lovable her gf is Vaggie: "AH!! MY EYE!!!"

"Listen, they don't come out all the way most times and I make it a point to let people know about it so that doesn't happen and it only comes out through arousal.""

[bbpuckdrop]

sldkjfaslf I just realized that if you go by the kevin bacon six degrees of separation thing I am loosely only 4 degrees (that I know of) from leon and connor 🫡

[lunarforager]

Little Ways to Worship

In our current day and age, it can be hard to find time and/or energy to devote to the deities you worship or look upon for guidance. So here are some small ways to worship in your day-to-day that don't take too much effort!

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1.) Carry around crystals, stones, or other objects you think your deity would like --> An example from my pracitce is carrying around rose quartz (a crystal known for its love related properties, such as increasing one's self confidence, attracting love and compassion, and healing relationships) for Aphrodite, a goddess associated with love, both from other people and towards yourself

2.) Incorporate worship into day-to-day activties --> An example from my practice is one again tied to rose quartz and Aphrodite. I love placing rose quartz crystals in my shower while I bathe to infuse the shower and steam with self-love while showing myself care and compassion as I bathe. (NOTE: Be careful with putting crystals or stones into water! Some cannot touch water as they will either dissolve or leech harmful chemicals or elements into the water they touch. Make sure to do your research and make sure your crystals are water safe!)

3.) Research your deities! Read their stories! Research the religions and peoples that originally worshipped them! --> This might be easier for some (for example I read a lot of Greek myths and legends as I'm a classics major and that's like, more than half of my degree) but it can still be as simple as purchasing a book of myths or watching YouTube videos about them! (If you want a good channel for hellenic deities and their myths, check out OverlySarcasticProductions! They do a wonderful job speaking about and animating the stories and both creators are LGBTQ+ and have a very inclusive community!)

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Well, there's my list of simple ways to worship your deities in day-to-day life! I hope something from this post was helpful or interesting and if you want more informaiton, more ideas, or just want to chat, feel free to message me! I always love making new online friends!

Valete, friends! <3

[chemicalarospec]

"yet another" because while I did not get far in Date Me, Bryson Keller (unlike Ophelia, it could not pull me out of my infinite reading slump and required returning to the library) but along with the whole "I'm closeted and none of my friends are queer" thing falling so flat, the freaking computer lab mention in a rich kid private school in a book which acts like it's set the year it's published, 2020? Dude if a school is genuinely rich they'd have one to one laptops. also just remembered that book has a shitty probably racist "mom friend" character. wait wtf apparently it's a total ripoff of a manga. well that explains why the MC felt like an overdramatic anime stereotype. fckd up tho.

I added a whole rant about how private school kids are so privileged they write so many books abt private school even though 90%+ of americans go to public school cuz theyre like 60% of ppl at elite colleges and they write sooo much abt scholarship students I've got a few guesses why (rich ppl love saving someone who perfectly adopts their culture perhaps thus the authors are darlings and then non-poor background authors want to be relatable even tho going to private school at all is so crazy unrelatable to normal people) blah blah blah well it got lost cuz mobile doesnt autosave

But i still need to rant abt the follow up topic trying together private school privilege and plagarising asians and plagarising in general and that's Yellowface. Yall know Yellowface right, the book abt a white yale grad who steals an asian yale grad's book cuz she died right after graduation. Well 1. The author is a yale grad and ive seen the book described as a strange exercise in self-vicitimzation. And as an asian american her books are one of the main reasons i feel like asian "american" fantasy has gone to shit (not that it really existed...) and is all abt asia just enforcing orientalism and exoticfication and "we have no place history culture" in america. Thats one of the criticisms she proxy defends herself from in the book btw that as an AA she shouldbt write abt China as if she has the same authority someone living in China does 2. The "yale grad dies right after graduation and gets published posthumously" thing actually happened!! With a white girl and none of the book stealing plot but its still crazy similar cuz i think it was a car crash for both of them. anyways said real girl is from a town i know ppl in and they told me they were confused why she wasnt a "famous graduate" of their high school well it turns out she was a private school kid!! They're everywhere!! Just not among us masses of the 90+%...

Also fuck the chandler legacies for the aphobia tho i acknowledge despite reading the book making me realize how crazy popular private school books are that author was a genuine scholarship kid from a difficult background! So i dont want to erase the struggle scholarship kids go through even tho they come out the other side super privledged. And while i despise his aphobia i appreciate that he actually set the story DURING HIS TEENAGE YEARS SO HE COULD WRITE THE KIND OF CULTURE ABT QUEERNESS HE UNDERSTOOD AND NOT HAVE IT BE INACCUARTE . tho it still contributes to the "adults don't actually want to write FOR teens or care about understanding the modern world and modern teenhood" thing.

Thanks for ur time i think in done. I am so loosing on my calc test tmorw...

speaking of queer asian representation (east but also south!) tho i finished ophelia after all today (it REALLY sucked me in!!) and wesley cho my guyyyyy the part about his parents being over the top supportive <33333 honestly i feel like sammie was written more as a jerk than he was 'supposed' to be or something like he COULD have been my favorite but the author wouldn't let him. also it's subtle but im pretty sure agatha is alloaro?? slayyy. also also. LOVED Ophelia's mixed race portrayal it felt so freaking real to me and also not overly whiny like mixed-race books have felt to me in the past.

but also. @/authors u guys. you HAVE to start setting your books in the year you wrote them because omg it started off feeling so accurate to modern teen life but then the homophobia kicked in like helloooo this is so mid-2010s or earlier?? yet another L for queer YA feeling like adult authors just wanna rehash their teen years without actually setting their book during those exact years.

[prettyboykatsuki]

hey fang, how do we feel about isagi + prone bone position and him moaning in your ear telling you about how much he loves you and how perfect you are for him

im thinking deeply of him today and this just came on my mind and wanted to know your thoughts

tell me, tell me, i tend to you | y. isagi

✮ tags ; prone-bone <333, porn no plot, afab + fem!reader (referred to as isagis girlfriend), aged-up charas + isagi is a pro player, reader is a dorming uni student, fingering, creampies, praise and affection, isagi is a little bit of a tease 18+

✮ wc ; 3.1k (idek)

✮ a/n ; anon you sent this in sept im so sorry. but he's in my mind. i desire and want him bad. title from a brent faiyaz song

✮ synopsis ; isagi is always wanting to be as close as possible.

Isagi lingers on you like a shadow.

He sticks famously to your sides. All your paparazzi photos that eventually blow up on twitter are taken with him wrapped around. His face buried in your shoulder while you're standing in line. His hand in your lap while you watch movies.

Just a few months, he was trending on twitter because of his P.D.A. A video taken by his manager, closing in on him resting his sweaty head in your lap. Rubbing his face against your thigh with a pout before reaching out for your hand and rubbing his thumb over your ring size.

Through the muffled audio, only one thing could be heard. The sound of your named in his voice, lips curling around the words i like you before placing a kiss to the back of your hand.

He isn't very public about your relationship otherwise. When people ask about you, he's minimal with the informaiton. But every time it does end up in the public eye, it's almost always because everyone finds the way Isagi sticks to you to be endearing. He likes being close to you.

He's always been big on physical touch. When he's tired or stressed - the first thing he does is collapse on top of you, itching to be looked after. He'll bring your hand all the way to his neck and wait for you to scratch his scalp asleep.

And when he misses you, the first thing you'll recieve is a bone-crushing hug and a plethora of kisses all over your face. Always followed by a muffled confession of longing.

It should be no surprise to you that Isagi is always aching for ways to close the gaps between you. Searching for solutions to ensure he can be as close as he can, fit himself into the crevice between your heart and ribs just because.

It's not surprise to feel Isagi hover over you after a long week away from home.

You lay flat on your stomach as you sift through the syllabus of your classes next semester. The sun is barely starting to set and you're comfortable in your bed - heather grey sheets and a big comforter over you.

You smell like citrus and soap. Crisp, cool evening air lets you breathe easy as you read through a bunch of repeated plagarism policies and pre-emptively stress about due dates. Your face is propped up on your palm. Your legs are up, crossed at the ankle and swinging as you read.

You're too entrenched in it to hear the shower turn off. You only notice Isagi when he's already entered back in the room, feeling his presence before you turn your head to look.

He clicks the door behind him gently, locking it before leaning back on the door frame. You turn your head without looking first, before Isagi clears his throat to catch your attention.

When you finallydo look, you feel something stir in your stomach. You've got a good looking boyfriend, you always seem to forget. His shirt is gone and discarded - a part of basketball shorts just barely pulled up over his boxers.

His hair is wet, pushed back and dripping on his shoulders where a grey towel is hung around his neck. You feel conscious of yourself, and your proximity. How many weeks it's been since you've last seen him. So you laugh, soft, crossing your arms and resting your chin on your upper arm.

"Hey, handsome."

He grins at you.

"Jeez. Hey. I missed you."

Before you get a chance to reply, Isagi makes his way towards you. Feet padding on the floor before he stops, pulling his knee up till its resting on the matress. He's just in front of you, your face directly towards his abs.

He bends down for you, hands on the side of your face. You pull yourself up, pushed up on one hand to meet in the middle. When Isagi kisses you, he's soft. He's a lot more confident than when you first started dating, slow strokes of his thumb across your cheek. Everything feels likes its stopped around you.

Isagi looks hungry when he pulls back, kissing the corner of your mouth as he cradles your face in his hands.

"You been busy?"

"Mm, a little? University is opening up again soon so I was being pro-active."

"Woah, you're so smart. My girlfriends so cool."

"You're ridiculous."

"I'm getting in your good graces before you abandon me for your dorms."

"You're already in my good graces, dummy."

"Nice."

He kisses you one more time, this time your forehead before pulling away. When he's stood up again, you move to pull the comforter off your body and let him join you in bed.

But Isagi reads your actions before you can do it. He pulls them off in one fell swoop before pausing, breath catching. When you look up, his eyes are blown out. You turn your head to look at him clearly, brows tightened in confusion.

"Baby?"

"Ah," He says, dropping the comforter on the other side of the bed "What're you wearing..."

You raided his closet not too long ago, fitting into one of his stretchy tanks before putting on some shorts. You've got on socks since it's cold, white and tight around the ankle. House clothes.

"Comfy clothes. I borrowed your tank."

"Yeah... noticed that too."

He reaches his hand out and places them on the back of your thigh, squeezing softly. Your eyes widen.

"Isagi?"

"Mm?" He says, innocent as you feel him get on the bed. You can't turn your head anymore when he does "Don't worry about me, focus on your school stuff."

You huff out some air.

"And how do you want me to do that, huh? What're you—"

You feel Isagi above you. Both of his knees on either side of your hips, his thumb and forefinger reaching around as much of your waist as he can reach. He hooks his thumb underneath your tanktop, pushing up slowly. You hold your breath at the sudden contact, and when you go again - to figure out what exactly he's doing, you feel something hard pressing into your ass.

It clicks all at once and you gasp.

"Isagi."

"Don't even—," He punctuates his words by bending over you. Isagi fits above you like its nothing, he's overpowering sometimes. The presence of subtle intimidation as he fills his voice with airy cheer "—worry about me. Just focus on what you need to do."

But of course you can't. You couldn't even if you tried. Isagis hands squeeze your sides, pushing under your weight to squeeze the fat your tits between his palms. Calloused and rough against your soft skin, caught between the thick cotton.

A moan splinters off from the sentence you intended to form, soft and easy. Like habit, you push your ass against Isagi's bulge as you feel it. Hard through the cloth and eager against the curves of yoyur body. He lets out a little whine.

"I missed you," He hums, syllables drawn out as he gropes you. You feel his mouth at the nape of your neck, pushing your hair away so he can reach it. He kisses down the slope of your throat, down your shoulder - before sinking his teeth in. The hard point digs and digs, until there's something like a bite mark that throbs in your skin.

Isagi kisses it afterwards and you draw a deep breath as he opens his mouth to do it again and again.

"Sure seems like it," You giggle, turning your head just to peek at him "You're like a leech today, hm?"

"I'm always like that. You just look uhm...sexy in my clothes. Makes me wanna.."

"Makes you wanna fuck me?"

"Ngh, yeah. Just like this."

"Whatever you want. Congrats on your big win, sweetheart."

"Fuck, you're so," He says through a laugh, where his voice pitches off. Deeper and sexy and confident in that unusual way. It feels like he's possessed by something but you love it. You love stroking Isagi's ego. You love the way he acts when you do "Don't even know. Maybe it'll make more sense if I fuck you."

"Isagi," You whine this time, again with purpose and he laughs "I missed you too."

"Don't rile me up on purpose."

"But it's fun,"

"Not for me," He says, and he means it. You know that he does because he makes a grunt of frustration as he rolls hips up "Just makes me...want to keep you all to myself."

"I'm all yours, Isagi. Always and forever."

"Yeah," He pulls the fabric of your shirt all the up until the material is bunched at the top of your breasts. When your skins all exposed, he presses his soft lips at the top of your spine and slowly works his way down. His hands squeeze your ass hard enough to pull you apart. He rests his forehead on your back "Always, love."

There's something resting in his voice that makes every nerve in your body heat. You're aware of your proximity. Of Isagi's bare chest and the warmth that's radiating off of it. Your heartbeat thrums in your throat like you're about to spit it out.

Isagi doesn't pull your shorts down far when you feel his fingers in the elastic waistband. He doesn't even tug it down to your knees, instead leaving them tight and half-way squeezing your legs together. You feel yourself collapse into your bed, arms crossed in front of you.

You squeeze your eyes closed as you feel his hand. He's hover over your calves and his hands are pulling your pussy apart. You can feel your clit throb, arousal sticky and pooling in thick strands. It drips as Isagi keeps you open with his hands, thumb starting at your clit and running against the seam of your cunt with a deep sigh.

"You're prettier than anyone I've ever seen. So pretty."

"Isagi." You moan, whimpering as he teases you. Pulls your pussy open until you can feel it stretch without anything inside, running his fingers along your folds until they're sticky without pushing in "Give it to me."

"You want me?"

"Uh-huh. C'mon, c'mon."

"Yeah, that's right. Shouldn't keep you waiting," He says, humming, before you feel his hand close to your face. "Open up."

You follow without protest, lips parting as Isagi's fingers enter your hot mouth. His fingers are long, thin and pretty - reaching the back of your throat without any effort at all. You moan around them, sliding your tongue between them.

"Get 'em messy. Nice and messy,"

Your head feels heavy on your shoulder, mouth drooling around Isagi's fingers without a single thought in your head other than how much you want to be closer. How much you want to stick to his usual routine of clinging. You feel the spit drip down on your chin, onto your chest. Isagi coos at you.

"That's good."

He pulls his hand way before tilting your chin, kissing you gently depsite all the drool and mess. Maybe because of it.

He sneaks his hand between your thighs, middle finger sliding against your folds and your whole body trembles at the promise of being touched. Everything feels like it's melting around you, sliding and and the air in the room is thick. Isagi has nice hands. Gentle and nice with a few scars on his palms, and his fingers are long.

They don't hurt when they stretch you out. But you feel them, feel the texture and feel the length and feel the rest of his hands rest on his ass. You can feel the beat of Isagi's heart nearly, at the proximitity and suddenly one finger feels like too slow.

He pumps it out of you, slow and and steady and you whine and whine. You feel like you'll collapse if the wait is any longer. With mercy, Isagi slides another finger and helps you stretch out. He hums through it, buries himself all the way down to the knuckle. Deeper and deeper until he's touched that part of you.

You feel your body losing strength as Isagi works you open, till it doesn't feel so tight so he can fit into you easily. It's all emptiness, all waiting to be full with Isagi all over.

"Gonna put it in, okay?" He informs you. You can't see him behind you, so you're left to conjure pictures of it. It makes your heart flutter, stomach flipping as you think of what Isagi must look like above you.

You hear his clothes come off, the silky swish of shorts and the smooth and texture material of his cotton boxers going next. Isagi lets out a warm puff off air from his lips. He rubs the tip of his cock against the roundest part of your ass in what feels close to affection. You can feel it, how it leaks and twitches and throbs against you like a promise.

And Isagi does that for so long, rubbing his cock against you. Against the puffy folds of your cunt and against your thighs and the creases of everywhere he can reach. He's teasing you. It leaves you gasping, arousal coming to the boiling point of frustration.

"You want something?" He says, almost coy. Near playful in that egotistical, mean sort of way he doesn't usually do unless you plead. You moan, voice coarse.

"Yoichi," You say, figuring maybe that'd be enough for him to push in but he doesn't it "Please, baby. Give it to me."

"Give you what? C'mon, tell me, hm?"

"Want your dick in me." You say with a whine. He laughs over you, bubbly and boyish and miserably attractive. If you weren't so horny, you'd be angry but he sounds so good like that.

"Really now? Guess I should give it to you since you asked so nicely."

"Thank you, thank you—oh fuck."

Isagi feels good when he pushes the tip into you slowly. He pushes it into you slow. His cock is hard and longer than thick and it feels so impossibly good. Your stomach tenses in anticipation for every inch and he gives you it just as promised. With a smooth roll of hips, his own body reacting naturally to your soft, wet heat.

He's so hard inside of you, throbbing. The skin on skin is too intense to breathe - even the tiniest motion leaving you falling forward. Whatever you feel is strengthened by the sound of Isagi's voice. The harsh way he groans.

His body weight melts into yours and nothing exists outside of you. All you can think about is Isagi's cock, and the weight of his body. His chest and the rest of his body is alarmingly strong, pure sinew under the skin that tenses and strains. You feel his chest, plush and broad, right up against your back.

And this time you can hear his heartbeat, really. You can hear it pump against his, how loud and fast it is and how it rings in his ears. Isagi is inside of you and all over you. His chin is resting on your shoulder and you can hear his breathing in all of it's uneven desperation.

All of Isagi is all of you. You don't know where he starts and where you stop. Isagi is inside of you and he's so close to you and your everything is in carnal cohesion with one another. The only thing your body wants wholly is for him to move.

And he does, eventually - after pushing his cock all the way to the base. And you're still laying flat on your stomach, now pinned under his weight.

Instead of a hard thrust, your met with a deep and shallow one. It's different. It doesn't knock into you. More like a carving, a gentle scraping touching a part of you you'd never thought you'd reach. The euphoria of scratching a deep itch, Isagi melts you into him.

"Oh, love." He groans, hips rolling over and over "You're perfect, feels perfect, feels so good fuck."

You whimper against your sheets, cheek planted onto them as he fucks you with the weight of his whole body.

"I'm so lucky. Gotta keep—ngh, fuck—winning so we can stay like this, yeah? You like when I win, right?"

You nod your head wearily before forcing out a soft yes.

"And I like winning for you. I like when you brag about and I like that everyone knows that you always cheer for me. You know that? Love you so much."

"Isagi," You beg, with all the patience and need you can muster "Fuck me, fuck me."

Isagi laughs against the shell of your ear, teeth nipping slightly.

"Uh-huh. I will. C'mon, grind against the bed a little. Make yourself feel good."

You don't know if Isagi is just good at reading you, but you whimper. He lets up just so you can angle yourself - your clit rubbing against something that you were laying on. A blanket squished underneath you, Isagi moves so you can rut yourself on it while he fucks you. It's thoughtful. Makes you so horny you can't do anything but lose yourself to him.

You squrim until your little achy clit catches onto the material. Everything is tight together and Isagi smiles as he feels you clench around his cock hard. You're gonna cum soon. With just a little more effort, and he knows.

"That's what you needed right? I'm gonna move with you. Cum when you feel it."

He matches your paces with terrifying precision. The control in his movements is intoxicating, matches the perfect rhythm for you're grinding yourself and everything around you is coming undone.

You're going to cum. You're going to cum hard and it's going to be around Isagi's cock while he's in you all the way. Everything is so snug and your whole body is locked. A fist clenched or the weight of something before it breaks.

When you cum, everything blurs together. Every motion and every sound and you're so dizzy. Everything smells like sex and sweat and Isagi is whispering sweet nothings in your ear. It's pure euphoria and you choke on the air around you. Your body shudders and your cunt throbs like it doesn't want Isagi to leave.

Isagi fucks you through your high, and when you're all tuckered out - his lips are against your neck.

"Can I cum?" He asks, just in case. You giggle.

"Do it inside." You purr. Isagi curses over you, and another wave of pleasure floods you as he spills inside. Thick spurts of cum making your insides white until he practically collapses above you.

When he's finished, he rubs his cheek on your skin and you laugh.

"You're heavy," You tease. Isagi hums.

"Move later. Wanna stay like this"

"Not even gonna pull out, huh?"

"Nope."