#p-115

[kaurwreck]

People seem to focus on the wrong thing here. Okay the rat man prove himself to be the worst man you've ever seen, what's new. My son (beautiful Nakajima Atsushi who's about to have the time of his life soon) appear this month <3

(Also, when i reached that last panel of Fyodor, i admit i laugh a lil bit because for some reason, i imagine him to be on the stage like those open mic comedian that's about to deliver the punchline to the audience)

I know this is lighthearted, and you're so right, but also, I'm also bewildered by people's focus on this most recent chapter in regards to Teruko. Like, if Teruko is 12 years old, based on time stamps on news stories displayed in the anime (and assuming "partisan" is an appropriate translation), that means she was a guerilla freedom fighter in the Kansai region of Japan in 2000. Like, what the fuck was going on in bsd!Japan in 2000, Asagiri.

Fyodor is SO cute in those last panels. He is the silliest sugarcube bunny Fedya he can be, and so, so funny; appropriate, because Fyodor Dostoevsky was also comedy king.

[freshthoughts2020]

[maeve-is-annoying-about-books]

House of Leaves, Chapter 9; P. 107-120

This chapter has no signs of stopping anytime soon so let's break it down into sections. I'll call this first part of this labyrinthine chapter "The Approach".

This "arch" of quoted Latin is almost undoubtedly an analogue to the massive arch inside the house itself. Or maybe really doubtedly and my sense of place is off. Even though the next section gets crazier I really can't understate how lost I am already. I'm rapidly filing through this text trying to find the main narrative once again in this sea of passages and references. I feel as lost as Hallway¹ must be down here. I was glad— No, relieved. I was relieved when Johnny shows up to talk about his fucking prostate orgasm, if only because it was a stable narrative to stand in.

Speaking of, why are Johnny's interludes so full of sex? I feel like there are thematic and narrative reasons. I doubt writing this miserable asshole having his back blown out was actually fun after a certain point. But I can't figure out the thematic purpose just yet. Maybe the point is that he isn't actually doing any of it, just writing fake stories in the margins of a review for a fake movie.

I wanna talk about the red strikethrough text for a moment, though. Purportedly it's text from Zampanò that he tried to get rid of and Johnny brought back.² Immediately the accuracy of any one passage should be brought into question, but there's something else about it that's been on my mind. I'm wondering if the choice of red lettering is a biblical reference. It might not be but I had the thought, so I might as well explain myself.

Red letters in the bible seem to be reserved for the Word of God or Christ. Who is also God in that... way that works. I'm afraid I'm a pagan woman, all my experience with the finer points of interpretation will always be from an outsider's view.

Oh I'm getting lost like this chapter. Focus, Maeve.

Red text, reserved for God and Christ. I wonder here if Zampanò is being painted into the role of both in relation to the house. Maybe the whole Trinity since he is also a guiding spirit. These passages have a different cadence from the remainder of the text. They feel more personal from the otherwise clinical tone of the film review we're ostensibly reading. The words of the creator of the text, so to speak. The house. And if it is indeed a marker of Zampanò's direct words, then what does it say for the narrative that he removed himself from his own house of leaves?

I'm not dead-set on this interpretation yet, though. This text is also all entirely related to the Labyrinth and the Minotaur that dwells therein, and I don't know why The Father, The Son, or the Holy Ghost would be so well-versed in Minoan myth. The words might still be "Godly", insofar as they all speak the truth about the nature of the house as a maze. But not every word about labyrinths or mazes is in red strikethrough.

I'll need more info for this analysis, I've clearly spent too much time here and I haven't even talked about the way the Approach winds around and keeps sending me off hither or tither.³ Just finding the narrative again is a chore. I wasn't lying when I said I was relieved to see Johnny. Almost relieved, he's still being a sex pest.⁴

I could probably go around in circles forever about themes, but the answers are deeper inside. And oh look someone busted a hole in the text.⁵ Let's follow it deeper into the house and get our answers.

[xcometstarx]

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[heavenknowsffs]

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[muwapsturniolo]

𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐈 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐀 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧 🧊 Chris Sturniolo

"Just relax, you're only making yourself hotter."

✘ nsfw ahead. nipple play, nipple orgasm, ice/temperature play, oral (f and m receiving), p in v....with ice (DON'T DO THIS SHIT UNLESS YOU PUT A CONDOM AROUND THE ICE! IF YOU DO THIS AND GET HURT, ION KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU!!)

Sweat.

You could feel the sweat dripping down the side of your face and down the valley of your breasts, your skin feeling sticky and gross. The whole state of California was currently experiencing a heat wave, the temperature reaching 115 degrees - and it was just your luck that the triplet's AC unit went out.

You four were currently on the couches, half-dressed, attempting to stay cool during the scolding heat. Nick was sprawled out hogging all the ice packs, Matt was clicking away angrily on his phone as he tried to get in touch with the AC company, and Chris was laid out on the floor by your leg, claiming the hardwood floors were cool.

"This is bullshit, I hate all three of you right now. Why the fuck did I pack my shit and move to LA with yall?"

It was no secret that when the temperature would rise and the summer heat settled in, you became agitated. There was nothing about summer or the heat you enjoyed. You were always hot and sweating, you felt gross, your lace would lift, and there were too many bugs.

"Because you love me, and you're clingy." Chris's words earn him a firm kick to the back that makes him swat at your leg. "Is this how the cast of Victorious felt? " Nick mumbles as he wipes the sweat from his forehead.

"Probably worse, they were stuck in a hot-ass RV. I'm surprised they didn't die of suffocation," you mumble with your eyes closed. Suddenly, Matt jumps up from his spot on the couch, an angry scowl on his face. " Fuck this shit, the damn repair company is too busy dealing with everyone in LA! I'm going to the store and buying an AC to put in the window. Nick, let's go!" Nick gives Matt a dirty look, confused as to why he's the one being forced to go.

"Why me?"

"Because if I bring Chris, you and Y/n will just argue, and I don't want to come home to that. If I bring Chris, then Y/n will come, and respectfully, I don't want to deal with her attitude from this damn heat."

If you weren't too hot, you probably would have said something snarky in retaliation to Matt, but you knew he was right. With a sigh of annoyance, Nick stands up, both he and Matt quickly getting ready to go buy an AC.

As the door slams shut, you stand up from the couch, "M'gonna takes a cold shower until those two come back. If I have to deal with any more of this heat, I think I'm actually going to tweak out." Chris watches as you walk downstairs to his room, going to grab your towel and a change of clothes. A small clinking noise is heard, and Chris's attention is drawn to a glass of ice-cold water, the ice slowly rising to the top.

He smiles to himself as he pushes himself off the floor, his skin sticking to the wood. He snags the glass off the side table and quickly makes his way to the bedroom, a small pep in his step. He enters the bedroom and sees you standing by his nightstand, looking down at your phone. He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. You instantly push him back, your face scrunched in annoyance, "Chris, don't start! It's too hot for you to be touching all up on me!"

Your aggravated words don't bother him, he's used to your attitude caused by the heat- after all, he's had to deal with it for years. He rolls his eyes and pulls you into him once more, his grip firm.

"Calm down baby, you're only going to make yourself hotter." He mumbles as he begins to toy with your bikini bottoms, his lips starting to leave small kisses on your shoulder. Despite his touch burning your skin, you lean into him.

"It's too hot to be having sex Chris, I'm not in the mo-Come on baby, I got a plan, you just have to get naked." You turn around so you're facing him, only for your stomach to come in contact with a cold sensation. You jump in shock and look down, seeing your cold glass of water in Chris's hand. You look up and see that boyish smirk on his face that you've always loved.

"What are you getting at Chris?"

"I just want to cool you down."

He pulls the string to your bikini, the material falling off your body as he pushes you back onto the bed. he straddles one of your legs, taking a long sip of water. Some of it drips down his chin, trailing down his chest and stopping at his happy trail. He leans down and hovers over you, his eye contact firm and steady.

Suddenly, he dips his head into your neck, your body flinching as you feel something cold and wet trailing across your skin.

Ice.

Chris chuckles softly as he holds the ice in his mouth, slowly moving from your neck to your chest. His movements are slow and teasing, goosebumps rising along your body, the singular ice cube causing chills to rush up your spine. Chris's eyes meet yours as he trails his mouth down to your exposed breasts.

You flinch softly as his cold lips wrap around your nipple, a soft gasp escaping your mouth as the ice cube circles around the bud. As he focuses on one with his icy mouth, he tweaks the other, pulling at it gently and flicking it.

It's odd how quickly your body reacts to his ministrations. Your breathing had become erratic, your abdomen clenching as you felt that familiar coil in your stomach. "O-oh shit, Chris wai-" You're cut off by your own moans, your orgasm hitting you quicker than you expected.

Chris gives you no time to recover, trailing the ice down the valley of your breasts as he yanks your shorts down. He throws them across the room, pushing open your legs as he kneels on the ground. He takes his precious time, dragging the ice cube with his mouth along your inner thighs. It wasn't until the cube of frozen water had melted that he attached his mouth to your clit.

You yelp in shock - his cold tongue flicking at your warm clit has your back arching, your eyes rolling back. Between the temperature change, the previous orgasm that never calmed down, and his skillful mouth, your body goes into a state of shock. Your hands grip at his sweaty hair, pushing him away and closer to your aching mound at the same time.

You were so caught up in your own pleasure, you didn't notice Chris soaking his fingers in the cold water. He pushes both his index and ring finger into your aching cunt, immediately curling them against that special spot that has your legs shaking.

It wasn't long before you reached your second orgasm, your eyes clenching shut, back arching, and Chris's head still shoved against your cunt. He pulls away with a satisfied smile, planting a soft kiss to your thighs before standing on his feet.

"Are you cooled down now?"

You slowly sit up, swallowing harshly as you try to even out your breathing. You reach for the glass of water, taking a big sip. Just like Chris had done, you secretly take an ice cube into your mouth and set the glass down. You let it sit in your mouth until it's a bit smaller and push Chris down on the bed, pulling his boxers down.

He watches with hard eyes as you grab his dick and allow spit to dribble out of your mouth and onto his tip. He sucks in a sharp breath as the cold spit collides with his tip, your thump swiping over it and beginning to jerk him off. He moans softly, his body relaxing into the mattress. However, his relaxation is interrupted by the coldness of your mouth taking him all the way down your throat, his hips jerking as he groans loudly.

"Holy sh-shit," He lifts his head and looks down at you, watching as your plump lips wrap around his girthy length. You bob your head at a steady pace, swirling the half-melted ice cube around his tip in the process.

"Shit- oh fuck- you better swallow it." He mumbles feeling himself already reaching his tipping point- the ice doing nothing but making him sensitive. It wasn't long before he filled your mouth and you swallow with ease.

He yanks you up off the floor so you're straddling his lap, the two of you smashing your lips against each other. You make out for what feels like hours until he rolls you over on your back. He pulls away from you and looks down at you, "You're getting hot again baby-" He lazily reaches over to the nightstand and scoops the last half-melted ice cube out of the glass. He hikes your body closer and motions for you to hold your legs. You do as told, hooking your arms behind your knees and pulling the limbs closer to your chest.

He focuses down on your dripping cunt and spreads your folds apart, slowly pushing the ice cube into your warmth. You gasp at the new and shocking feeling- you could feel the now rounded edges of the ice cube, the warmth of your walls causing the water to trickle out. Chris wastes no time in slowly pushing himself inside of you, both of you moaning out at the pleasurable feeling.

He loved your cunt as it was, the way your warm walls stretched to welcome his length before clamping down and begging for him to stay inside- but there was something different about the temperature change caused by the ice cube,

Everything was sensitive, it was mind-blowing.

He rocks his hips slowly, watching the way your eyes roll back and your face contorts. His slow thrusts turn into quick and harsh ones, your hands dropping your legs as you grip at his arms.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Chris Chris Chr-" He cuts you off by shoving his fingers in your mouth. " I know baby- shiitt- feels so good, feels so fucking good." He groans out. You swirl your tongue around his fingers, moaning around the slim digits as you feel yourself getting close.

"Pussy feels so good-mm fuuck- gonna come for me?" He pulls his fingers from your mouth, and begins to circle your clit with your spit.

Your back arches as you let out a pornographic moan, your legs shaking violently as you reach your final orgasm. Chris follows shortly, spilling his seed deep in your warmth. He collapses right on top of you, the both of you panting harshly at the new experience.

After a few minutes of harsh panting, he slowly sits up and pulls out, watching as his cum mixed with water spills out of you quickly, pooling around the cusp of your ass.

It wasn't long before the both of you were standing in his shower, the lukewarm water cleansing the sweat and other fluids from your bodies. You clean each other off, giggling softly as you both talk about the new bedroom experience and what you liked about it. " I know what we should try during the winter," You voice with a smile on your face. Chris chuckles and raises a brow, pulling you closer.

"Oh yeah? And what's that?" Before you can answer, a banging on the door catches both of your attention.

" We got AC's for all three rooms. I left it on your couch." Matt's muffled voice shouts through the sound of the shower. Chris responds with a quick "thanks" and looks back down at you.

"What should we try during winter?" Your hand slowly wraps around his dick, starting to jerk it slowly as you maintain eye contact.

"Wax play."

[pokemanix]

Official Guzma Cards from the Pokémon TCG

Guzma (115 and 143) - Sun & Moon: Burning Shadows Guzma (115a) - Regional Championships Promo (Burning Shadows Season) Guzma (SV84) - Sun & Moon: Hidden Fates Shiny Vault (Yellow A Alternate) Guzma (396/SM-P) - SM-P Promotional cards Guzma & Hala (193 and 229) - Sun & Moon: Cosmic Eclipse

[lostenzz]

//JRWI RIPTIDE SPOILERS UP TO 115

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me when Chip JRWI

(kinda spoiled myself on accident on 109 and further so i finished this early :P)

version with titles and details

[pixiepotbelly]

sw 102; cw 114? May we see a comparison? :P

i’m actually 115 lbs now ! here’s a comparison i just threw together😙

**all these bellies are empty just fyi !!

[dailynightcord]

day 115

wtf is this in my chi p bag

[wardenhowe]

The lion’s ships were Denerim bound Oh, drop him, Lady, drop him! Let the true king’s call for aid resound Just drop him, Lady, drop him! A soldier lad from the army came Oh, drop him, Lady, drop him! Leading thirty souls in Maric’s name. Just drop him, Lady, drop him! Turn him loose and let him go Down to the rocks and waves below The depths can have that scurvy knave Just drop him, Lady, drop him! When the soldier met the Mistral’s crew Not a word of their great deeds he knew And the Seawolf he took for a servant lass Great Andraste, what an ass! ‘Fore the Seawolf’s ire, no man could stand Soldier felt his death was close at hand Two great steps back did he retreat And the cliff side crumbled ‘neath his feet.

— World of Thedas, Volume 2, p. 115.

[crusty]

Hey yall!!!

I rly need some help for September-October while I'm hunting for a second job lol

I'm only offering default uncolored sketches, and all of the add-ons are completely optional, select what you want in the Ko-Fi order sheet (like if you want color, etc.)!

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