#msic

[biorante]

Had the best time in Tokyo, Muroran, and Lake Toya!

[hmstckpanels]

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[richeeduvie]

Y’all know how shy and embarrassed I feel when I post Daddy Aaron before Papi Lalo or Boy Roman 😌🙈

[tiniigi]

[mudkipper]

Men smoking/drinking/eating does things to me cause i just like seeing mens lips wrapped around something i cant help it

[dracereads]

Representation kinda boils down like this. Any representation, broadly speaking, is good. However, not all representation is good good. It's okay to appreciate the fact that there is representation in something while being critical of it at the same time. Minorities tend to get treated like porcelain dolls because writers become so afraid of activating a tripwire of a stereotype they overlooked or including some sort of coded bigotry with a community they're not a part of. There are a lot of people with good intentions who are striving to be respectful, but they get treated the same as people with bad intentions who are out here aiming to be disrespectful. Then members of that minority community get mad when people are hesitant to include any sort of representation besides being put in a glass display case. That's what you do to protect your porcelain dolls if breaking them is considered to be disrespectful. So, here's the thing. Do it anyway. Break the damn dolls. Don't be afraid to make mistakes. There are so many resources out there devoted to helping you avoid the obvious mistakes, get in contact with communities that are patient with you to help you work through your biases, and that are genuinely devoted to teach you how to critically challenge the way you look at your experiences with minorities. Use them to your advantage.

Mistakes are not the end of the world. Certain ideas and culture is inherently derisive, even amongst your own community. Gladly take your L from the proverbial basket, then learn from the constructive criticism, and try the fuck again. Just remember that there are some people that are going to be anti-you no matter what you do, so fuck 'em. You were never going to be suitable to their palette anyway.

[darlinghowl]

the fun thing abt the lynda carter tumblr is that i’m positive that’s not the real 71 year old lynda carter on tumblr dot com but Also i’m susceptible to everything djdjgns

[lvfstvl]

we were good, we were gold kind of dream that can't be sold. we were right 'til we weren't built a home and watched it burn.

mmm, i didn't wanna leave you, i didn't wanna lie started to cry, but then remembered i,

i can buy myself flowers write my name in the sand talk to myself for hours say things you don't understand, i can take myself dancing and I can hold my own hand. 🌹💿🌞 flowers — miley cyrus

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[murdrdocs]

ben doesn't want to leave your bed in the morning king ben and queen!reader; oral (f receiving); "hinting" at power dynamics but nothings concrete here they're switches MDNI 18+ w/ BEN FLORIAN (descendants)

king ben abuses his power.

he doesn't usually.

he's known for being a good and honest king, a perfect heir to the throne, lifting up to the standards set by his parents. but sometimes he can't help but engage in a little misconduct.

he inherited the crown nearly five years ago, he's been doing this for a while, and maybe that's why he's let himself slip into a inappropriate casualness about it all. the first job jitters have worn off and he's filled out the powering role of a true king. besides, he's young. young and in love, people say as they make excuses for the both of you.

being young and in love is why he's here with you right now, even though the phone rang with a wakeup call a half hour ago. by now he should've been standing in the mirror with a towel hung low on his hips, not holding himself up over your body with the thin bedsheet slipping off of his hips.

"just one more," he pleads, kissing along your jaw between the words.

you groan, an almost staccato sound that scratches your throat. you tilt your head away, contorting your neck to try and hide the skin that ben reaches for. it's no use as his lips set a different path, pressing into the soft skin of your cheek, creating a trail towards your ear.

"you should go."

it's ben's time to groan. his is fuller, a sound coming from his chest. his free hand trails down to your thigh, fingers tickling your skin on the way down until they press with a firm touch into the side of your limb. he hikes your leg up and out to the side enough to make room for his slender hips, and then he presses himself down right against you, letting you feel the erection brewing beneath his cotton boxers.

"i should..." he says, and for a second you think you've gotten through to him. wishful thinking, obviously. you thought the same before when he told you that the last one was the last one. he'd even gotten dressed, all for the progress to be reversed by what was supposed to be a goodbye kiss.

this is more than a goodbye kiss.

ben practically lays his full weight onto you then, and his frame doesn't show it, but he's heavy. something else he takes after his father in.

"but i can't leave. not like this," he continues. he pouts through his words, calculating green eyes holding your gaze no matter how often you try to look away. he's so good with eye contact, holding the confidence of someone that has been trained to feed warmth towards people.

currently, he's feeding you too much warmth. he's too charismatic, too good of a talker and it shows not just in the words he chooses, but how he says them.

sounded dejected as he asks to indulge in the wet warmth of your cunt once more, sounding diplomatic as he reasons with why he needs just one more from you.

ben places a sloppy kiss to the center of your chest right over your breastbone.

"what if i make it quick?"

you sigh, pretending to think about it. really, you've already made a decision, but you lay it on thick as you play with the long and unruly strands of ben's hair.

"if i give you this now, then do you promise not to summon me during your lunch like i'm a servant?"

ben grins, wide and boyish. it grows slowly, quirking the corners of his lips up before completely taking over his face.

he nods once, pursing his lips as he says, "alright. i promise."

then, without letting you get another word in, ben slides down your body and places his face between your thighs. the button tip of his sharp nose pressing against your clit ignites you, and he strokes the fire with each smooth movement of his tongue until you're spasming around his mouth far too soon.

he lives up to his promise after that, slipping in the shower (after unsuccessfully attempting to pull you along with him, you both know he could have lifted you up and brought you in there if he really wanted to) with the taste and smell of you still on his thin lips. you groggily answer the phone for him while he gets ready, worrying that lumière could somehow tell what the two of you were doing from the sound of your voice alone.

you're sure you've gotten away with it. but if ben's tardiness didn't give you both away, the way he desperately seeks you out during his alloted lunch break definitely does.

at least he kept that promise, too, choosing to seek you out rather than have you hunted down and at his beck and call.

[todayinhiphophistory]

Today in Hip Hop History:

A Tribe Called Quest released their debut album People’s Instinctive Travels And The Paths Of Rhythm April 10, 1990

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[sabeedraws]

Six characters (but it's all @/kallmekris of tiktok and youtube fame bc I'm lowkey obsessed with the characters she plays and their stories lmao)

[alfairb]

And so I drank one, it became four And when I fell on the floor I drank more Nothing's changed I still love you, oh, I still love you Only slightly, only slightly less than I used to, my love