#ondule

[sorrysomethingwentwrong]

Søren Solkær Art

[kisslovegoodbye]

Søren Solkær, "Black Sun #2," 2017,

Archival pigment print on Washi paper,

84 x 119cm.

Courtesy: Nanda / Hobbs

[alhyastarain]

Each noise is a perturbation in the pond of silence in my mind.

[asistenta-virtuala]

Reduceri Explozive la Gave - Până la 80% Electronics & IT&C

Gave te surprinde cu reduceri incredibile de până la 80% la o selecție uimitoare de gadgeturi și electrocasnice.

Ești în căutarea produselor care îți fac viața mai ușoară, mai confortabilă și mai stylish? Atunci ai ajuns la locul potrivit! Gave te surprinde cu reduceri incredibile de până la 80% la o selecție uimitoare de gadgeturi și electrocasnice. Fie că îți dorești o alimentație sănătoasă, confort maxim în orice colț al casei sau coafuri de invidiat, am adunat pentru tine câteva dintre cele mai…

[harpocrate]

- dilf, c'est un life-style.

Il porte des charentaises

Il adoooooooore les Pim's (why though ?)

Il a une coque de téléphone de vieux daron qui se ferme sur le dessus, mhm tu vois ? Tu vois.

Il boit souvent une p'tite tisane des familles.

Il se couche à heure régulière, pas trop tard, pour pas fumer son rythme du sommeil, bébou.

Il fait des blagues de daron de l'espaaaaaceeeeee (j'vais pas épiloguer, mais ça me fait rire, bon, oui, hein, ça va, j'ai aucune répartie, hmmmmm.)

[art-vortex]

(via Coussin avec l'œuvre « "Spectres Ondoyants" » de l'artiste Art-Vortex-fr)

[drunkken-butterfly]

-Colisionando-

[kyraamaru]

[junichiroishii]

Ondulation

今日、わたし達の発展した社会を見渡した際、わたし達は競い合いながら物事を大げさにすることに慣れ、日々ますますそのように加速してゆくようにも見えます。しかし今一度、自身の周囲を等身大の世界として眺めた場合、例えば静かな泉の表面を打つ水の一滴は、その様相をすっかり変えてしまう程の充分な力を持っているのかもしれません。

カジノの町マカオの豪華な噴水は、もっと目立つように、もっと壮大であるようにと、日々競い合っているように見えます。しかし、人々の生活が密集する住宅街で、路地裏の上空に干された洗濯物から、或はクーラーの室外機から飛んで来た一滴の水の雫がわたしの首筋にあたった時、それは盛大な作り物の水芸よりも、わたしの思考を変化させるのに十分な驚きを持っていました。

本作は愉快な楽しみの何事をも提供しません。覗き込んだ水面に移るわずかな像が、繰り返し繰り返し、退屈に壊されてゆくばかりです。

ユートピア像水鏡に似たり－－ 明日がいつも今日より良いなら、その良さの意味は失われます。ひと雫の露から滝の咆哮を知る。水面に走る静かな波紋に、崩れる像に己を見つける。わたしはこれが最も肯定的な面の東洋思考だと考えています。

Ondulation © 2009 Jun'ichiro ISHII

Today, when we look out over our modern society, it seems we all got used to exaggerating things competitively and are accelerating the situation. However, if you turn back to your human-size reality, a water drop tapping a calm pond is sometimes enough to change its images.

The lavish fountains of Macau, the city of casinos, seem to be in daily competition to be more prominent and more spectacular. However, when a water drop from hanged up laundries or an outdoor unit of air conditioners at a back alley in a residential area unexpectedly tapped my neck, I realized that such a small droplet was much more powerful to change my vision.

This work doesn't offer any pleasant enjoyment. Only reflected image on the surface repeatedly and tediously flickers.

The utopian vision is your own reflection. If tomorrow were always better than today, the meaning of "the better" would be lost. Imagine the roar of a waterfall from a droplet, and find oneself from a collapsing image in calm undulation, I trust that this is the most positive aspect of Oriental thought.

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Exhibition : 2009.06.13 - 08.09 "Utopia - Interpretation of New Era" OX warehouse, Macau SAR, China

Curated by : Gigi Lee Yee Kee (MO) Supported by : OX warehouse / St.Paul Fine Art

[linaswashere]

Sauna Bathroom Bathroom - mid-sized contemporary white tile and porcelain tile porcelain tile, beige floor and vaulted ceiling bathroom idea with white walls

[calochortus]

Millefeuille by Virginie Maronne

[coloursoflovelustlife]

I now realize more and more that there are indeed more worlds than we actively perceive..

The world we are used to is the world of the mind- having everything under control, looking for security, solutions, money, relationships with purposes, having tons of fears (3rd dimension), thoughts about the past or the future...

Then there is the world of the heart - feelings of love (not necessarily with a person involved), bliss, peace, no-thingness, no-bodyness, being present, in the now moment, watching and observing.

Drop your mind into your heart

and you'll see what I mean.

ONDULATIONS III

~side product~

Attempt with acrylic ink

[brilag]

Les frissons de l'eau sous un petit vent léger par brigitte lagravaire Via Flickr : 2016-06-03-Bassin (101n)

[forkn4do]

4Cvit, start ondulating

[aphrogeneias]

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐧 — anal sex

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: use of a butt plug. anal fingering. slight dom/sub undertones. a tiny brat moment from reader.

"Feeling okay, honey?"

Lying on your stomach in the middle of the bed, you hummed a positive response. Steve was right behind you, big hands running up and down your bare back, kneading the meat of your hips, soothing you with his touch.

He learned down, crowding you with his broad body, and gently brushing your hair out of the way, leaving warm and wet kisses down the side of your neck, your shoulder, and making his way down your spine. Slowly and deliberately, the anticipation making you squirm in place.

When he stops, you almost forget how to breathe. You find that he'd positioned himself right behind you, lowering his torso until he was facing your ass, hands massaging the supple flesh of your cheeks. Your breathing got heavier with each touch, each movement.

"Can I take it out?"

You, once again, nodded. "Yeah. Please."

A small thing that's been tormenting you all night. A gift from Steve — a silver plug, adorned with a pink jeweled base. You'd mentioned you wanted to try it, and your boyfriend, as always, obliged. He put it in you before you left for the night, a night out at a new club, and you were almost regretting it, because you felt ready to explode all night.

The pressure was… something else. It didn't help that Steve took his time teasing you, and fingering you in the bathroom before you decided to all but drag him home.

Now, you were both naked and ready — but he was still taking his time with you.

Steve removed the plug slowly, and suddenly you felt too empty. His fingers teased your entrance, and though you were a little more open, his digits still felt some resistance on their way in. He slides one finger in, and then two, picking up speed.

"I wish you could see yourself right now. All eager, all pretty, and all for me. All mine." His voice was deep and rough with desire, and you couldn't see him, but you knew he was looking at you like he could eat you alive.

You'd let him. You wanted him to. "Mhm. All yours, baby."

Your pussy clenched around nothing, your hips ondulate to meet his fingers. It was too much and not enough, all at once. "I need more. I need you. Please, Stevie? Please, fuck me."

"Shhh. It's okay, honey. You gotta take my fingers first, okay? Take my fingers like a good girl, then you can have my cock."

You looked back at him, pouting over your shoulder. "I want your cock now."

A loud smack is heard through the bedroom. Steve laid a swift hand to your ass cheek, — the hand that was fingering you not hesitating for a second — leaving a tingling imprint behind.

"You'll have my cock when I give it to you. Be patient."

Whining, you relented. After what felt like an eternity, teetering on the edge of something more, but never enough to push you all the way, Steve pulled away. The emptiness made you moan, the feeling of something missing an overwhelming one. You hear him open a condom packet, and slide it on himself, and waited.

Next thing you knew, you were manhandled into your back, Steve towering above you. He positions himself between your spread thighs, pumping his cock with one hand, prepping himself with lube. This time, you're speechless, admiring him the only thing in your mind. His tousled hair, the pink flush on his skin, the freckles littering his tanned body.

"Wanna see your face when I fuck you."

He leaned down for a kiss, holding you by your neck. His kisses were languid, slow and tantalizing, letting you suck on his tongue and moan in his mouth whilst he thrusted in you, inch by inch. You stopped kissing him, too busy with the sensation, the strech eliciting a long gasp from you.

Forehead with forehead, Steve reassured you. "Doing so well, honey. I knew you could do it."

You planted your feet into the mattress beneath you just as he started to finally move his hips, sinking his cock in and out of you in earnest now. The stretch was unlike anything you felt before, melting you from the inside out, insides turned into a wildfire.

Steve held your body close, shallow thrusts and his own groans and whimpers coaxing your orgasm, your nails creating red trails on his back. Feeling your desperation, his fingers move to the small space between you, swiping them over your clit, and moving them down to your other entrance, gathering the slick there and sliding it up, using it to rub your clit in quick circular motions.

"You're gonna cum for me, aren't you? Gonna make a mess all over me, pretty girl? Huh?"

His voice was right beside your ear, nose nuzzling your cheek, and all you could do was frantically nos your head, whispering "yes, yes, yes" over and over as you felt your orgasm wash over you, a longer wave than usual. You shook in Steve's arms, clinging to him like he was your only salvation.

He hissed as he found his own release, spilling into the condom. You vaguely felt the warmth of it inside of you, and for a moment, you wished you could feel all of it, keep some to yourself. You didn't have time to think about it too much, as Steve pulled himself out of you, but not going too far.

The condom is disposed, knotted and thrown to the floor — a problem for the future you. The current you was still in Steve's arms, and he wasn't some with you quite yet. His fingers find your pussy once again, reaching down and spreading your entrance with two fingers, circling it, but not yet entering it.

"Now, I think this one deserves some attention too, don't you think?"

[shat-on-the-dick]

Beautiful Carnage

tw: smut smut smut and feelings

Summary: Pauline goes to Marley just before the attack on Liberio to confront Reiner four years after his betrayal in Paradis, but things don't go as planned (in the best way possible)

Note: I wanna write a part 2, if people like part 1. I'd love to hear from you!!! If you liked it, or hated it, it's always a pleasure to hear y'all's thoughts!

They were not Reiner and Pauline, not eldians, not humans, not enemies, they were vessels. Vessels for each other’s love, desire. Rage, pain.

Especially the pain.

The pain of all the unlived dreams, the pain of having been born in this world, the unfairness of it all, the should’ve beens.

It should’ve been you | Yes, it should

The could’ve beens.

Could’ve been you - | I’d do anything…

- had you not betrayed us | I regret it every day

In the dim light of his humble room, two wounded animals licked their own wounds while hurting the other. 

Pauline dug her claws into the flesh of his back while Reiner bruised her on the inside with his cock. Their wails of sweet agony mixed with their gasps in an ugly cacophony. She looked at him like a deer in the headlights, shoving her slender body against his crushing grip. Doe eyes, so unlike her usually sharp gaze, stared back at his soul, daring him to unravel, to unfold, to lose all meaning and reason under her smaller body.

Use me like you’ve used me before, hurt me, bruise me, I won’t move, I can’t. I don’t want to

Reiner’s growls were of an exhausted beast, having fought too much for too long, finally coming undone under the one person he loved the most and whose presence made him feel ashamed the most. He bullied his fat cock into her, feeling Pauline’s cunt grip him tighter every time, pulsing around him, sucking him in despite the disgust she must’ve been feeling.

Why are you here? Why do you let me have you this way? Push me away | I can’t

Then, don’t ever let me go | I can’t either

“Fuck, Reiner!” Her pleasure finally tore through her throat. 

Her hips ondulated against his in a frantic and forceful dance, with his large hands sustaining her ass atop as he shoved his dick up her entrance, their shared bliss dripping from where they were joined onto his thighs and balls. 

The flimsy bed frame rattled under the weight of their fucking, the headboard banging against the wooden wall, the feet dragging against the floor. It was his childhood bedroom, the bedroom he spent so many sleepless nights in, dreaming of becoming a warrior, being recognized and famous for the violent judgment he would bring upon the devils. And now he had the most tragic and beautiful of consequences bouncing on his cock, full of hate and longing for him. What a scene.

Pauline stared down at his tired and lost eyes, lost in her, in her body, in her soul, in the world. 

They used to be the color of honey, the honey she would taste on her lips with each kiss they shared, the sweetness burning down her throat while his demanding hands roamed her body inside a dusty closet, sneaking around during their duties to steal a moment for themselves in their training days. 

Now she could see only ambers looking back at her, flaring the hellish remorse she had been feeling for the last four years. Golden, as in the flames of destruction he had left in his wake, burning down the world as she had known it, leaving nothing but a dry taste of ash in her mouth.

Not honey, ash.

Reiner looked up into her light gray irises. They used to be the color of a taciturn cloudy sky, where the clouds would languidly draw together to pour down a placid rain, to soothe his aching body and mind. To ground him on earth, to ground him in her presence, her quiet but imposing presence, like a stormy sky.

Now he could only see steel gazing back at him. Steel like the blade that would pierce through his chest every time he remembered what he’d done to her, to them. Steel, like the blades she used to cut through his Titan, burning betrayal in her misty eyes, lightnings of hatred coursing through them, thunder in her voice as she screamed curses at him.

No soothing rain, just thunder in a despondent sky.

I’m sorry - | Don’t fucking dare

A whine escaped his mouth after a particularly rough drag of her hips, pleasure shooting up his navel, spreading across his chest and warming his cheeks, sweat gathering on his forehead, and his hands dug into the soft flesh of her ass, bruising under his fingertips. 

Pauline stopped moving on top of him, heaving with the effort of her body, Reiner’s cock twitched inside of her, as if protesting against her sudden stop. He looked up at her in question, chest rising and falling with his rapid breathing, sweat doting his chest amidst the light blonde hair there.

She took her eyes off him for a moment, searching the floor where their discarded clothes laid forgotten. Reaching next to the bed, she grabbed his red armband, unfolding it and exposing the eldian star, the proud symbol of an honorary marleyan, and a token of his shame.

“You worked so damn hard for this, right?” She turned back to him, contempt clear on her face.

Before he could reply, she shoved the fabric into his mouth, making him gag in surprise.

“Then, I’ll make you fucking swallow it.” She grabbed his jaw and directed his wide eyes to hers, “Eyes on me.” 

His eyes rolled back at her command, his length twitching with her display of authority. Pauline resumed her movements, harder and more desperate than before.

Reiner reached back to hold the headboard, muscles in his arms and chest jutting with the tension she was building within him, light skin shimmering with sweat against the weak light of a single lamp. The vulnerability of his position made his head spin, swimming in pleasure and anticipation, gagged, under her mercy and her trembling body, weakness and guilt displayed fully to her for scrutiny, no armor for the first time in a decade. He looked ethereal to her eyes, a blush covered his cheeks and chest, brows knotted in concentration, biting down the fabric obediently, knuckles white from gripping the wood too tight, amber eyes glazed over in a fucked out expression, with fire dancing around them.

Her tits bounced with each rise and fall of her hot cunt, body twitching every time her clit hit his navel, the light blonde hair there creating the perfect friction to make her whine and moan, his dick stretching her walls just right, his engorged tip bruising her cervix when she dropped her weight onto him. She looked like a goddess, wavy hair disheveled with her efforts, her olive skin shimmered in gold with the lightning of the room, her full lips loose around her open mouth, delirious whines escaping from it, light freckles dotting her beautiful curves and hard muscles from years of training, accentuated by the long shadows. The pleasure spread like threads of lighting from her lower belly to the tips of her fingers, the wrongness of their situation made it all the more exhilarating. 

A wicked part of her loved the idea of hurting him, of breaking him, leaving him more desperate and desolated than he already was, granting him this sweet reprieve just to take it away once the night was over. Just like he had done to her. To give him a glimpse of a better reality just to trample it afterwards, to let the memory of this sweet and vain moment linger in the back of his mind for the rest of his pathetic life, a wistful reminder of what they could have had, if he hadn’t done what he did.

But she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Her façade cracked and she brought her hands down his chest, clawing at where his heart beat. Reiner’s eyes softened at her touch.

For the first time since they’ve met again after four years, Pauline’s eyes shone in a pleading light. Maybe it was the bliss he was making her feel, maybe she hadn’t been authentic about her emotions before, but her vulnerability spiked the sensations in them, bringing them closer to the edge they desperately wanted to topple over.

She clawed at his chest, drawing small droplets of blood. 

Show me

Her nails continued to dig into the hard muscles of his pectorals, as if she wanted to peel back his skin.

Show me where it hurts 

Everywhere

Let me lick, let me taste it, let me know it

Reiner felt as if Pauline was cutting open his sternum, pulling his ribs apart, exposing the dark cavity that was his intimacy, clawing at his heart and gorging herself on his cold blood. 

And oh how he wished to cover himself with hers as well, so he’d never feel cold again. To dress himself in her skin, so he’d never be alone again. To nest his madness inside her ribcage, pump his desperation away into her womb, to let the fire of her burn his skin for eternity, to let the sight of her blind his eyes to all the insanity of this world.

They tortured themselves in the most delicious way, bodies trembling in sweet agony, chasing that blissful and ephemeral moment of nothingness in each other’s arms, pouring their desolation into their movements, letting their sweat wash away any pretense they might still have, wailing their elation and pain away into each other’s ears, pulling the scabs of every scar with their teeth, smearing the dirt under their fingernails into each other’s skin.

Pauline took the armband from his mouth.

“Let me hear you, Reiner.”

“Pauline…” was the only word that escaped from his mouth in a broken sigh.

She lowered her torso onto his and his hands flew from the headboard to envelop her tired body in his strong arms, driving his cock up into her cunt, since her trembling legs couldn’t sustain her weight anymore.

A few more thrusts and the knot snapped inside both of them. They came together in a symphony for this gorgeous carnage. They voiced the blazing heat running through their nerves against each other's neck. Pauline whines intertwined with Reiner’s moans and grunts as he shot his hot seed inside her heat. His cock spasmed with his spurts as her cunt gripped it tight, milking and squeezing every last drop, squirting on his heavy balls and navel.

Her legs finally collapsed and she let her full weight rest on top of the man for whom she felt so conflicted. He continued to rock their torn bodies back and forth, lazily dragging his cock in and out of her sensitive pussy, to grasp for any of the dazzling threads of euphoria that still lingered, as their breath quietened.

Disdain and affection swam through her hazy mind. She should get up and leave, forget this happened, pretend it didn't happen. She should hate him. But she couldn't feel the resolve that pushed her to come here and confront him in the first place.

Why had she traveled so far, only to fall under his spell again? She was weak. Disdain for him turned into disdain for herself, and it prevented her from basking completely in the misty afterglow of their eruption.

Despite herself, she lifted a tired hand to lay it gently on his cheek, running her thumb from his beautiful nose to his strong jaw. He responded with a low moan, leaning further into her tender touch.

Aching muscles occasionally spasmed still, a cozy tiredness settling on their tangled sweaty bodies like a blanket. Both knew they would eventually have to move, face one another after their unexpected hunger and address what happened, but none had the courage to do so. Pauline because of the turmoil inside her heart, Reiner because he didn't want this illusion to end already.

He never thought he'd see her again outside the battlefield, let alone touch her like he did. She didn't come here to make amends, to forgive him, she made that very clear. But he still got to hold her like this, have her like this, make her feel good like he did years ago. How many nights had he laid awake, dreaming the vain dream of having Pauline again, a dream where he had stayed and fought by her side, stayed and protected her instead of hurting her, shame and despair consuming the idyllic vision like a shadow at the edge of his withering mind, until nothing was left but desolation and loneliness.

But he wasn't alone now, and she was in his arms, instead of in his memory. Breaking this moment meant having to face the wrath she still rightfully felt, and he couldn't bear this thought right now. So Reiner settled for a shy touch of his fingers, threading them lightly through the strands of hair on her nape.

They stayed silent, not daring to say a word, willing this mirage to last as much as possible.

Eventually, the tension within Pauline became too much to bear in silence, she disentangled herself from him and rose shily, letting her long hair fall like a curtain in front of her face, hiding her cowardice and immaturity behind it.

Reiner observed her movements with a keen eye, her inconsistency and hesitancy, and couldn't help but ask:

"What are you doing here, Pauline?"

"I don't know anymore", when she faced him, sadness was clear in her eyes.