#must be a sunday or something

[flumpermergen]

[grinchwrapsupreme]

any other character I might not have noticed, but the way Roman holds his arms in front of him when he's crying at the funeral like a shield... like he might get hit...

[bandzboy]

i’m not gonna entertain that person for long but making a blog just to call various people of caratblr who claim you are gonna boycott bc you don’t agree with our opinions or wtv and you hide behind a blog like a coward instead of just blocking every single person in that list and moving on with your day lmfao like you claim i’m sabotaging svt because i’m saying that we should boycott hybe yes HYBE the fucking company. it’s been MONTHS i am sick and tired of explain people how this boycott works you people are so absorbed in your kpop bubble that you can’t realize how zionism is an actual real problem and hybe is employing zionists and making artists collab with them. svt are millionaires they are doing fine money wise me not streaming their music on spotify (0,003 cents per stream mind you) is not gonna affect their whole entire career. even those stupid cents aren’t going fully to them because they are under a COMPANY and the higher ups get half of their salary every month. it’s obvious you don’t know anything and you are trying to tell me that me standing up for something is wrong i hate to say that you aren’t creative and you aren’t the first person to tell me that. i am a musician and a human first and i will fight for palestine and artists’ rights if that pisses you off then just block me and move on and stop harassing me and my mutuals

[wikiangela]

seven sentence sunday

tagged by @giddyupbuck @daffi-990 💖💖

finally made some progress on the phone sex fic so here's just a lil bit of it haha (under the cut bc im still so unsure about this one jfc)

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“Shit, Eddie, feels so-” a moan breaks out of him, then a frustrated groan. “My dick is fucking leaking.” he says, which is followed by another picture, a little blurry and angled weird, Buck already lost in pleasure and with only one hand available. It shows Buck’s pointer finger all the way inside himself, but the focus this time is on his dick and his stomach. Eddie swears he can see that dick throb through the picture, so hard and veiny and angry red. It rests on Buck’s stomach, painting it with pre-come, that generously leaks out. Eddie’s mouth salivates.

“I really wanna lick it all off and taste you.” he moans, eyes not leaving the picture. “Bet you taste fucking amazing.” he says, as quietly as he can muster, but it’s taking everything in him not to just scream in pleasure. Or to get in his car and drive to Buck right away. Unfortunately, he can’t – so he does the next best thing and takes a picture as well, hand wrapped around his cock, thumb circling the slit and gathering the wetness there. 

“Eddie.” Buck’s tone is pleading, begging.

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[adhd-merlin]

12.000th post. I created this side blog in... march 2023? that's 19 months. roughly 630 posts a month. a normal amount of posting.

[gojoest]

ok i am finally home and it’s STORYTIME WITH THE WAITER !! *rubs hands together* long post btw my thoughts are very hectic i am sleep deprived and hungover so excuse me t-t

so last night we went to this place with 2 of my coworkers (that are also close friends of mine) — it’s a club restaurant actually, the music is chill and not so loud until about 10-10:30pm so you can eat and chat with friends and then after that it’s showtime (hot men put on a show, they dance and strip, the latter is not that hardcore btw). turns out they organize different shows every night so it’s not always that. ANYWAY, we had a waitress assigned to our table but the place was so full and she was busy running around catering to everyone so instead of waiting i asked the waiter in question for the menu :3 so he brought us 3 and was like “sorry my coworker is very busy, if she can’t handle all her tables i will gladly take care of you tonight”. guys he is super cute i tell you, he’s got that big smile on his face all the time and a super positive energy flowing from him + he jokes around with ease and just seems to be so easygoing and friendly and i find that so attractive NOT TO MENTION he is very handsome and has a beard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sadly though he didn’t end up taking our table bc the waitress made it work somehow, she was super lovely btw <3 he was constantly passing by our table though and we both shamelessly stared at each other every time lmao

anyway as the night went on and we downed 4 bottles of wine and started dancing my mischievous coworkers invited him to our table for a bit and he did not decline even though he was working, he just casually sat down with us and behaved like we’ve always known each other ajksdskas. so we poured him a glass of wine, said cheers and then danced a bit AND THEN t-t my coworker took an empty water bottle and spun it on the floor (do you see where i am going) and it ended up pointing towards me and the waiter t-t and that same coworker was like “you have to kiss her now, these are the rules” and i was like :0 just standing there like :0 what :0 what :0 he then came to me and looked me in the eyes and put his hands on my cheeks but didn’t kiss me immediately, i think he was waiting for my reaction like i’m going give you 3 secs to push me away if you don’t want to but ofc I DID WANT TO KISS HIM so we in fact kissed.

after we were done kissing my coworker literally placed the bottle between us again, didn’t spin it this time just put it there between us like ok round 2 now, keep going KSJHDKSJSAA and he looked at me and was like “how about you kiss me this time” with a smug smile. part of me wanted to slap him but a bigger part of me wanted to keep kissing him so that’s that sigh we kissed again. HE IS SUCH A GOOD KISSER it’s not my fault :/

later we had some time to chat and exchange numbers etc.. and im glad we did bc i wanted to apologize to him for what my friends pulled with that orchestrated spin the bottle. and he was like “i am very content things turned out that way actually and i hope you don’t mind it either, and also — i hope you are single too” <- he looked so cute saying this that i ended up kissing him again help. then we talked some more and kissed some more. around 3:30am we had to leave bc we had work in like a few hours so i called a taxi and he waited with me outside even though he was still at work (i hope he did not get in trouble for that + spending a lot of time with us t-t) and then opened the car door for me and told me to text him when i get home t-t but i forgot bc i was a bit drunk and all i wanted to do was sleep right away so i just passed out. BUT HE CALLED ME and was like you home safe? and i was like yep yepp !! then i saw that he texted me a few times to check on me and maybe got worried that i did not reply so he called t-t

today he kept texting me all day casually updating me on how his day is going + asking questions about my day and etc. he sent me a selfie in the morning and was like “ok since you’re not drunk anymore can you please look at me and confirm that you still like me” LMAO he is so !! doki doki !! makes me laugh a lot but also i want to punch him sometimes bc he’s so smug but then again i can’t bc he’s also very cute and pretty t-t anyway i shall keep you updated on mr waiter v_v WAIT actually he’s also an engineer but works as a waiter too + he’s a foreigner but has been living here for a long time, knows the language fluently and has the cutest tiny accent when saying certain words IT’S SO CUTE anyway i need to take a shower now i am so tired t-t

[secretariatess]

You know, I think it's a dang shame that the day the church split gets more attention on here than the day the church began.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

I'm not a hsr specialist BUT... i feel like Sunday will bewitch(tm) you

😭😭 ANON …… i fear i am already halfway there. he feels extremely sugucoded just from the little i’ve seen so maybe it’s inevitable... but i’m excited to finish penacony so i can . lose my mind over him ? maybe ?? pdjdkdb….. I WANNA GET AVENTURINE but like . if sunday does bewitch™ me then … i should probably save up for him huh :’3

[gaybd1]

WHY is Taipei so discriminatory against renting to foreigners and no other city I’ve lived in has had that problem??

I just got asked if I, a nearly 30-year-old man with a steady income nearly triple minimum wage, could find a Taiwanese co-signer to be allowed to get a place

Like first of all fuck no?? I do not have a local parent or spouse so wtf else would do that?

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: May 3

"Life Less Frightening" by Rise Against

[iniziare]

"May I kiss your neck?" // "Don't ask permission. If you want to do something, do it, because it is your desire, not my allowance. You must risk rejection."

(Lightly suggestive, and a follow-up on this.) I always describe my understanding and depiction of Kafka as being firmly rooted in the concept of 'presence in absence', and how she touches on the human senses perfectly within that. She's a fragrance, a sound, she's a shadow, and moreover, she's a memory that can plague you like a fever if you let her. So keeping that in mind, and to continue on what I noted in the linked post: when she stays, and that initiation lies in the palm of your hand: don't ask for permission, for the consent that you crave was given long ago already. Venture into and claim the one sense that's left, the one sense that she actively keeps herself away from: touch. Peel that glove from her fingers, touch the palm hidden underneath that not even most surfaces get to experience, feel the heat caught within the vulnerability of an exposed inner wrist, realize how smooth the skin is that barely sees the light of day; and that alone will shift her breath. And depending on the person, and the chemistry between him and her: don't just inhale the fragrance that's clung to her neck, but let that carefully chosen temptation that she's set ever more evidently in motion draw you nearer to her, just enough that your lips barely graze the expanse of skin. And feel the way that it affects her, when you've risked rejection and have overcome it.

And as a wise (but mostly insane) person once said: this is not immediately sexual, it doesn't even have to ever be. It's about craving another and yet not letting that rush you past this vehement and so thorough desire to feel her under the palms of your hands (and trust me when I say that it's not just one way), it's about intimacy, it's about the infinite sensuality of patience. And in that, one could pave the way to sexual territory. If even a singular piece of attire is drawn from a shoulder following this kind of preface, then there is no going back. Perhaps that's why she'd linger so, in the strays of her own hands when finally bared, maybe that's why the kisses are as long, and enduring as they are (slow, deep, or even just the caresses of breaths), because there is nothing casual, or 'quick' about her, not in this sensuality, nor would there be if lines were crossed and it becomes sexual. But the latter wouldn't happen 'casually', ever, and perhaps it's the time of exploration of hands and skin that further ensures that it wouldn't. Beyond that, Kafka is a woman who lives in accordance to the final sense as much as she does the rest of them; she is one of close proximity, she is one with lips that, too, wish to experience, and to feel, as much as her hands do. And it's in this, or all of its stages, that initiation from the other will find her lips curving to a smile, for she isn't dominant as one might think. Her dominance lies within the continued encompassing of the other's senses, but the way to impress, or rather, to arouse, is to lay some semblance of claim to her, or rather make the choice of what is occurring and what could from hereon out. For choice is commitment to what she and another have engaged in, it's simply a form of devotion and more importantly: a cementing of shared craving. In the end, that's what lies at the core of what she seeks: for the other to know and possess the longing for them that she does, and dare act on it.

[marciliedonato]

Last week being the unemployed friend on a Wednesday... GOD. the horrors are about to begin

[autism-corner]

whoever decided that a mental illness should have negative effects needs to DIE.

[ongreenergrasses]

I so badly want to request 21(?) the kiss on a place of insecurity. But I also have no shop preference on this one???

i thought about this one for a while bc it just works so well for everyone but i went with Annie and Johanna because I miss writing them, i hope you enjoy 💜

21. …on a place of insecurity

It’s stupid. Johanna knows that it’s stupid, but she can’t help it. She’s always hated them, the stretch marks that stripe her thighs. They go away when she’s really in shape, when her legs are more muscular and fill out, but she’s had other shit to think about aside from running as far as she can, until she collapses.

She’s alternating between staring at her legs in the mirror and her singular pair of shorts, which she accidentally cut short enough that most of her stupid stretch marks will be on full display, when the bedroom door opens.

“You’re still up here?”

Johanna shrugs.

Annie crosses her arms. “Out with it. It’s too hot for you to be doing this.”

“Doing what?”

“Giving me attitude.”

“I’m not giving you attitude,” Johanna says, and then realizes that’s exactly what she’s doing.

Annie raises an eyebrow.

“My shorts are too short,” Johanna says.

Annie raises the other eyebrow.

“I don’t like my legs,” Johanna says in a rush. “Not with these.”

Annie’s face softens and she crosses the room to Johanna, and before Johanna understands what’s happening, gets on her knees in front of her.

“What are you - ”

Annie leans in and kisses the inside of Johanna’s thigh, right over her largest stretch mark, and then kisses her way up it. Johanna’s hand drops to the back of Annie’s head and she thinks she’ll push Annie off, but instead she just holds her there.

“I like your legs,” Annie says into her skin, “but you don’t have to. You can borrow my shorts instead.”

“Okay,” Johanna says hoarsely.

send a kiss

[joeeatsdvds]

they’re talking about the finale for this coming series being “huge” and “devastating” which i hope that means ruby gets killed

i love ruby sunday i really do but we’re long overdue a companion suffering a devastating fate again

[yesterdayiwrote]

Surely just cancel the race but get the drivers to do some kind of charity event in aid of the relief effort, even if it’s a sim race or something?

Most teams have esports capabilities now and the ones that don’t must have teams that will help them out?