#pomer

[clockquark]

[evviejo]

STAR TREK: VOYAGER // S6E2 Survival Instinct The names, the memories... The memories, even the thoughts flow from one to the other. I can't love, or hate, or laugh, or cry without sharing it with them. How can any of us take a name for ourselves? We're not individuals. We're not Borg. We're nothing.

[littleartistwithloveandheart]

This is a little video I made about our girls aboard the ship.😭😭😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️I love them so much❤️❤️❤️

This is what makes us girls😭❤️ had to show some of their sader sides to underline how strong they are💪🏻❤️💅🏻😘

But there are also lovely moments in it!!

[voyager-jc-addict-aka-muizeke83]

I love this scene.

Wish they had made more like these ❣️

[cymorilcinnamonroll]

"Lucifer Fashioning the Right Hand" - Fay Pomerance, b. 1912

Fay Pomerance was an Anglo-Jewish artist whose subjects often dealt with religious topics. My favorite series of hers are her "Theme of Lucifer" series.

"Lucifer Reviews Sodom" - my favorite Fay Pomerance

[archiveofaffinities]

M. Paul Freidberg, Landscape Architects, Pomerance & Breines Architects, Jacob Riis Plaza Playground, New York, New York, 1960s

[kendrahmitchell]

[peacefulplace2]

Happy Birthday Scarlett Pomers aka Naomi Wildman Star Trek Voyager xxx.

#Scarlett Pomers #Happy Birthday

#Naomi Wildman #Star Trek Voyager

[camyfilms]

ERIN BROCKOVICH 2000

Well, um, seeing as how I have no brains or legal expertise, and Ed here was losing all faith in the system, I just went out there and performed sexual favors. Six hundred and thirty-four blow jobs in five days... I'm really quite tired.

[kaitlinj16]

🦋365 Days / 365 Characters🦋

[177/365] Characters 》 Kyra Hart

"Well, all this talk about birth has made me want to write some Death Metal."

🖤🖤🖤

[terri104]

By Daniel Wang

[grayrainbow173]

How cute is the eventual friendship between Seven and Naomi Wildman? 🥰 This story is a little prequel to it. I hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. 😁🖖

Summary: Seven goes to the Mess Hall to eat lunch and finds Naomi Wildman, subunit to Ensign Wildman, there.

[atlatsofstories]

rip - alaric & jacqueline

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄   (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

❛   rip .  tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body .

              jacqueline & alaric        the moment her back had met the wall, all air had escaped from her lungs, her dainty frame pressing even further against the wall as though she was trying to press through it. the solid surface grounded her, and kept her from falling right back into her flight or fight mode when it came to facing head-on her inner turmoil about how she felt about him. there was escaping from his presence nor from how he made her feel; her breaths had become shallow, her skin had flushed in the most loveliest way and her toes now curled at the way he was prowling towards her to close the last few meters separating them. on the outside, she might've looked like a cornered animal pressed up against that wall the way she was, but in truth, she was more exhilarated and aroused by his closing-in on presence. it exhilarated her more than she cared to admit.

she wouldn't move an inch, hell she barely even blinked up until that moment when his physique was finally towering over her. there were mere inches now between their bodies, inches that she both dreaded and wanted to close so badly. Jacqueline's gaze was downcast, assessing the strong body so close to her soft one, allowing her heady gaze to crawl up his form before her chin tilted and she was met by the smirk written all across Alaric's features. she knew just from his expression that he knew just how much he affected her, affected her to the point of thigh squeezing and considering of begging to have him touch her. gosh, he hadn't even touched her beyond his usual possessive arm around her waist, guidance against the small of her back, and his breath against the shell of her neck or against her ear. she hated it almost as much as she loved it, almost.        " so, are you going to beg me out loud like you've done with your body all night? " , he husked out with that low and dangerously alluring voice. an involuntary noise came past her parting lips, quite literally unable to form coherent words as she was much too busy staring up at him. she watched him closing in on her even further, an elbow coming to rest against the wall next to her head, leaning in just enough to have his breath fanning out against the flushed skin of her neck. once again she was absolutely still, though her eyes followed where his eyes had traveled, down to study the length of her body as though she was his prey. though, in a way, she was very his prey and she was desperate enough to allow him to have his way with her.

she wanted to curse his name as much as she was about to use it to beg him. " touch me, Alaric. ", she whispered in a voice that was almost a whimper; a tone she hardly ever used, and would not use on any other occasion in her life. she wasn't a woman resorting to begging, unless it was for life and death, or her own release. she watched a corner of his kicking up at that, at what he had wanted to hear from her just so he could unleash the caged animal inside himself dying to come out, dying to claim her but only if she'd allow it. and gosh, she couldn't wait or deny it any longer, she wanted it desperately enough to push back any reason of voice that had held her back from it before. a noise forming against the back of his throat embarked on what came next, the way he released himself from his restraints felt almost as though it was something tangible within him. his hands were all over her then, roving over her sides, sliding against her back and front. his mouth covered her in a heated, hungry kiss as though he had no time for leisured exploiting. not that his passion wasn't matched by her; his actions spurred her to actions of equal measure, body pushing up against his, lips parting at the collision of their mouths, hands quite literally pulling at his hair. she was shamelessly delighted by how eager he seemed to feel every inch of her body, sounding her exact type of delight with a moan into their kiss.

if he needed to come out for air, he didn't show it, as he soon moved from her mouth to trail open-mouthed kisses and little nips over the dip of her chin down to the column of her neck. " you know what I've wanted to do all night? ", his voice tore out rasped, breathing heavily at the rhetorical question he paused for, " I've wanted to tear to blouse off of you all night just so I could mark you as mine. ". the words did nothing to sober her, only causing her body to sag back against the wall as if her knees were giving in on her. and then, he gave her no other warning as his hands found the row of buttons of her shir, sending buttons ripping off their placements with the way he ripped to remove the fabric from covering her from him.

and then --- then he proceeded to do exactly what he told her he had wanted to do all night, and more.

[axelwolf8109]

Im honestly surprised Scarlett was ok with a joke about her ED in season six

[kendrahmitchell]

Emma Bonnie and Scarlett

[joearf]

2024.04.10: Magnolia Blossoms - Pomerance Reserve, Cos Cob, CT