#resuming my watching ☕️☕️☕️

[ruinix]

These two were slaying, Your Honor.

"With Hughes scoring twice, that's his 5th career multigoal game. For a defenseman, 2nd all-time in canucks history." Love that.

(Edmonton Oilers @ Vancouver Canucks, Jan 18, 2025)

[laylaplease]

The sweet torture of getting your nipples sucked.

ׁ ֶָ֢ ⏤͟͟͞͞☕️ ׁ ࣭ warnings ! ۪ ׁ ⊹ || Dom!Anakin × Sub!Fem!Reader, breast play, nipple play, dry humping, slight pain kink, praise, pet names (angel, sweet/good/perfect girl, love), piv, riding, brief crying. MDNI

"So soft. So beautiful everywhere…” Anakin’s hands travel up your waist, tugging you closer so your legs wrap more comfortably around his hips. Seated on his lap with your top bare, you allowed him to enjoy your body to his heart’s content.

His eyes admired the way your skin molds to the shape of his fingers, bending and curving to his touch, firm but gentle, as if you were made of porcelain. He wasn’t just sexual about touching you like this; to Anakin, seeing you in your vulnerability was just as emotionally rewarding as it was arousing. He had yet to acknowledge the bulge forming in his pants.

“My angel.” He praises you again, swallowing slowly to ease the mouthwatering.

He strokes up and down your sides, cupping your underbreasts and caressing the valley in between them. He was savoring the best for the least, the cherry on top, the cream of the cake, he would lick it clean when his hands were satisfied. For now, he just needed to touch you.

“Does that feel good, angel?” He glances deeply into your eyes, fingertips slowly rubbing the sides of your plush.

“Feels very good, Ani.” You reach out to caress his clothed arms, encouraging to touch you further. “It’s all for you.”

“That’s right.” His stare comes back down to your chest. “It’s all mine, sweet girl. Your whole body belongs to me. Your perfect body.”

He flicks his thumb over your hardening nipple to emphasize his words, earning a subtle squirm from you.

“There we go, that’s lovely too, mmm?” He coos in a more seductive voice, enjoying the way your core brushes against his with each little tremble you make. He leans to gently peck your cheek. “I know that pretty pussy is fluttering right now. Tell me it is.”

“It is…” You nod shyly, lowering your eyes to avoid his lustful gaze.

“C’mere,” He glides his hands around your hips, sneaking them under the waistband of your skirt to cup your upper glutes. “Don’t be shy now; rub it against me.” He guides you back and forth, slow motion making your covered clit brush against him.

You control that steady rhythm, fighting the urge to hump against him faster.

“That’s a good girl, keep going, slowly.” He kisses your pulse point, feeling your hastening heartbeat.

When he’s sure you’re doing well enough on your own, his hands come back to your front, groping your breasts with more determination now. Slowly rolling your nipples between his thumb and index fingers, he watches you carefully to make sure you’re staying in line and not wriggling too much for his liking.

Anakin seems to be stuck in a trance, his hands busy kneading your soft tits, squeezing them with a little bit more force each time before easing it up again. You manage to pull out a silent moan out of him, not being entirely sure if it was because of your humping or because he just enjoyed toying with your breasts that much.

You knew he was rock hard under you; it was practically impossible not to feel it, especially when your panties were drenched. Seeing him be focused entirely on your chest, you decide to speed up the movement a bit.

"Slowly." He pinches your nipples, tugging on the tender skin slightly to make sure you listen. "Be good. This is not for you, it’s for me. Be grateful you get to sit on my cock at all.” He reminds you before resuming massaging your flesh.

He was right; it was for him. It would rarely ever lead to anything else than getting your nipples absolutely ravaged numb and your delicate tissue covered in bitemarks. He loved doing that. He loved your softness, the welcoming warmth that, in his opinion, fit perfectly in his palms.

“There we go. My sweet, soft angel.” He praises you again; your little disobedience already forgotten. How could he be mad when you feel so good in his hands?

“A-Ani…” A tiny whimper escapes your lips, friction becoming just a tiny bit too much, sending a little aching waves.

“Shhhh, it’s okay.” He gently cups the bottom of your painful breast, raising it slightly.

Starting from your collarbone, he trails a line of soft kisses, sucking onto a few spots around your areola before laying a tender kiss on your nipple. Seeing your trembling cease, he licks all the way across it.

“Delicious.” He groans, his other hand teases your still-dry nipple, making sure to match the affection to the one that’s got the attention of his lips.

Your grinding gets irregular when his lips wrap around the very point of your breast, swirling his tongue around, covering you with his spit. When your skin becomes slippery enough, he sucks it in, slurping and digging his tongue right in the center, making you squirm just right on his dick.

Releasing your glazed peak, he quickly attaches his mouth to the other side, allowing the first to rest in his palm. He sucked on it vigorously, letting out an occasional gasp for air before latching onto you again. His hands are oblivious to your amplifying whimpers, he grabs onto your tits harder, pinching and twisting without remorse for your sore erogenous zones.

Anakin’s eyes were almost closed as he slurped around your sensitive spots, drool dripping down his chin and across your body. He was mesmerized by the taste of your skin, by the feeling and smell of it; if you were a dish, he would devour you completely. You were, however, too precious to be eaten, so he would satisfy his urges by biting into your supple flesh, barely stopping himself from breaking it.

“You’re crying,” He stops himself, parting his lips from your skin. “My love, why are you crying?” Voice laced with worry, he strokes your soaked tits, easing your sensitivity.

“I c-can’t—” You wipe the tears that you didn’t even notice yourself. “Feels too good…”

“Sweet girl…” He coos, cupping your cheek gently. “You’re so needy, aren’t you? Pussy too wet?”

You move your head a yes, looking into his eyes with the mercy-asking stare that always makes his heart flutter.

Anakin reaches down to free himself from his pants, pulling out his painfully throbbing length, tip red from the friction, and oozing precum, asking to be licked clean. But that’s not what he’d request; he was going to use it to end your suffering.

“Hips up, love.” He pats your butt, making you obey in an instant. “There we go.”

He lines himself at your entrance, pulling your panties aside. You don’t need to be told to lower yourself down; you need to have him inside too desperately to not instantly sink all the way to the brim. Anakin chuckles at your eagerness, but the laugh is quickly cut off by a soft moan escaping his lips from the pleasure of your spongy walls wrapping around entirely.

“My perfect girl.” He adjusts his hips so you can sit there comfortably, ridding him to your own wishes while he's back to tormenting your tits. “Now you can take more, yeah? Just ride the pain away, be good, and let me enjoy your sweet body.’’

Licking his lips, Anakin starts sucking on your nipple again, tugging it with his teeth until it snaps back to you, pressing his tongue flat across your breast and spreading more saliva. The sensation of his lips on your fragile buds and girthy cock pulsing deeply inside your pussy was too pleasant not to begin slowly bouncing up and down, the feeling of his tip brushing against your sweet spot instantly drowning out all the soreness. When the first loud moans of pleasure start leaving your lips, he’s greatly pleased.

“Just like that. Cum all over it, and I’ll suck your clit next.”

[rollingblakely]

Hey there, welcome to the chaos. ✨I'm disabled, chronically ill, neurodivergent, and proudly intersex—and if you're any of those things too, I hope you feel seen here. 🫶🏻

Dynamic As Hell 😎

I'm an incomplete paraplegic with dynamic disabilities-meaning some days I can pivot off a foot with assistance, and other days I can't scoot myself up on the couch because my arms are like "bestie no." | use a manual chair with power assist when I can and a power chair when I can't. (Shoutout to my Quantum Edge 3-coming soon to a hallway near me.)

My very unsexy but educational medical resume:

Congenital Myasthenic Syndrome (CMS): A rare neuromuscular disorder where my muscles and nerves straight up ghost each other, causing muscle weakness, loss of sensation, fatigue and joint subluxations (my joints out here freelancing).

Glycogen Storage Disease: My body stores energy like a toxic ex- inefficiently and with long-term consequences.

Dysautonomia (IST): My heart rate is the only thing about me that knows how to hustle.

Also living with: ME/CFS, cluster headaches (ow), fibromyalgia, incontinence (fun!), Hashimoto's, skeletal abnormalities in my spine (lost the genetic lottery) and chronic pain so consistent it's basically a roommate.

Intersex + Gender Is A Journey, Baby! 😮‍💨

I'm intersex and nonbinary, a proud blend of both. l've had male characteristics since I was 9, and when I got my medical records as an adult, I learned my original birth certificate just said "O." I don't fit in any binary box-so I don't try to. I'm both. I'm neither. I'm a little beard, a little glitter, and a lot of "what gender feels correct today?" I never know if I'm gonna wake up feeling like a glam queen or an Adam Sandler character. Either way, I always slay. 😉

Raw Dogging Mental Health:

I'm healing out loud after a childhood of abuse that started at 9 that contributed to my C-PTSD, ADHD, OCD, autism spectrum disorder, and agoraphobia.

I can't take SSRIs, atypical antidepressants, or antipsychotics due to my conditions and genetics-so l'm rawdogging my mental health journey and somehow thriving anyway?!? 👀

I'm at the gym 3-4x a week (yes, even in a wheelchair-accessibility is radical), exposure therapy, shadow work, and finding the delicate balance between respecting my body's limits and pushing through executive dysfunction. I’m unlearning all the cruel ways of thinking my parents taught me growing up, and learning to be comfortable with being uncomfortable. Some days the healing looks like deep inner work. Some days look like watching reality TV and crocheting until mv hands cramp.

It's messy. It's magical. It's all mine.

Breaking News: There’s No “Bad” Foods After All.

I'm healing my relationship with food. After years of chaos and a major health crash last year, I've lost 80 lbs total-12 of those since getting back on track. Now that my partner is my legal caregiver, l've got the support I need, and my body finally feels like it's starting to work with me, not just against me. I'm not chasing thinness-I'm chasing peace when I make a meal or shop for groceries.

My Little Joys

• Crochet: If it's practical, chunky, or a granny square, l'm in. Currently obsessed with amigurumi but forever starting five new projects before finishing one.

• Reality TV: Yes, I watch 1000lb Sisters, Teen Mom, and Sister Wives. No, I will not apologize. The tea is PIPING. ☕️🐸

• Financial Literacy: My partner and I watch Caleb Hammer while eating dinner. We paid off $10k in debt last year, and now that I have been approved for SSDI I'm able to support myself for the first time in years-and it feels so damn good.

• Art + Gaming: I love painting, drawing, and chill cozy games on the Switch (Paleo Pines, Cozy Garden, anything where I can grow fake plants and pet fake cows).

• Music: Raised by my grandparents = 60s-80s classics. Mom gave me 90s-2000s R&B/pop. Godfather gave me Latin music. Stepdad gave me Bob Marley. Theater kid brain gave me musicals. If I'm conscious, music is playing.

✨ He/They Pronouns ✨

✨ 27 ✨

This space is for disabled joy, queer magic, healing energy, and a lot of chaos. Hope you’re hungry, cause baby I’m serving. 💖

[rhiannonsknife]

ILY MORE ☕️!!

what are your fav artists?? mine are lana del rey, faye webster, and the sundays 🤞🤞

i was thinking after our date.. maybe we could lay together in bed late at night where the only light source is the moon peeking through the curtains.. and you could lay your head on my chest or i could lay mine on yours!!

we’d hold each other for hours.. i’d never let you go. maybe we could watch horror movies (NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET ☝️) — or anything else you like, all i want is to be next to you. and maybe we could discuss our life long dreams and i’d listen to every word you say because anything you say is important!! I would play with your hair, rub your back, press kisses to any sight of skin. I think we are PERFECT for each other.

I THINK I’D LOVE TO CUDDLE YOU ALL DAY AND I WON’T EVER PULL AWAY FROM YOU. 🤭

TY RHIANNONSKNIFE FOR SETTING US UP!! OUR OWN PERSONAL CUPID / LOVE COUNSELOR

(ALSO IM LOVING 🦜 AND 🔆 MAYBE WE ALL COULD GO ON DATES TOGETHER) ALSO I DIDNT PROOFREAD THIS

-🌙

(by the way: mission 🔆 & 🦜 accomplished guys!!)

ANYWAY ☕️ ANON, HERE’S ANOTHER MESSAGE FOR YOU. (can i add “full time messenger” to my resume yet?)

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🦇 Currently… 🦇

Reading 📖 Gigi, Listening, an ARC by Chantel Guertin (thank you Net Galley). Also working on my review for Not That Kind of Ever After.

Drinking ☕️ Death Wish Coffee (which you can try here) with almond milk, topped with my cinnamon bats (BNBCreative Co on Etsy).

Eating 🍯 The chai cookies I made this weekend (DM me for the recipe, your house will smell amazing for it).

Listening 🎧 To my release radar on Spotify, which is disappointing this week (can anyone rec a new artist?).

Watching 📺 Rewatching BBC Doctor Who with my girlfriend (nearly caught up now), watching 911 Lone Star solo.

Doing ✍️ Polishing my resume and writing a cover letter for every and any Penguin Random House opportunity that's relevant to my editorial or marketing skill set.

🦇 Alright book bats, babes, and dragons, it's your turn! Tell me what you're currently up to in the comments below. From the moment I joined the Bookblr community, I've met a number of inviting, kindhearted readers willing to open their lives a little to the fellow bookdragons around them. Getting to know one another is one of the greatest parts of joining this community. I'd love to learn more about you! - Jazelle 💜

[fahrni]

Saturday Morning Coffee

This week will be slightly appreviated. I’m in California for a funeral.

It’s 4:50AM here and I really need the juice. ☕️

Inessential

The internet’s town square should never have been one specific website with its own specific rules and incentives. It should have been, and should be, the web itself.

The open web is still the best web and weblogs play a big role in making the web better. When I post to my blog it generates an RSS and JSON Feed so you can point your feed reader of chioce to it and get updated when my blog changes. It’s nice in that way because it’s completely decentralized.

Mastodon also works that way. It’s a collection of different servers participating as a collective. I can follow folks from many different servers around the world and it just works.

I see my weblog as the central hub of communication and use Mastodon and other social networks as a means of broadcasting posts to a wider audience.

To subscribe to my Mastodon account all you have to do is point your favorite feed reader to my Mastodon account with a .rss extension appended and you get an RSS feed! How awesome is that?

Here’s what it looks like: https://curmudgeon.cafe/@fahrni.rss

Jalopnik

Formula 1 drivers are truly athletes at the top of their game. As such, they all follow strict diets, have nutritionists on hand to monitor what they’re eating and make sure that they’re only consuming things that keep them in tip top shape over a race weekend. For Alfa Romeo driver Valtteri Bottas, this includes coffee. Lots of coffee.

I got into F1 a little bit while watch Drive to Survive on Netflix. If you haven’t seen it I’d recommed giving it a try. It’s fascinating.

While I’m in California I’ll probably visit Exeter Coffee Company and Dutch Brothers.

It’s nice to see others with an extreme coffee addiction. 😀

Robert Reich

What worries me most about Trump’s dinner last week at Mar-a-Lago with Nick Fuentes, the outspoken antisemite and racist who is one of America’s most prominent young white supremacists, and Kanye West, whose recent antisemitic outbursts have rocked the entertainment world, isn’t just that a former (and possibly future) president would dine with such avowed bigots.

The GOP is not even trying to hide their antisemitic and racist ways. It’s seriously pathetic and signaling to every other garbage human it’s ok to openly talk about and act on their hate.

Jesse Skinner

I signed up for Mastodon back in May 2019 and, at the time, I wrote on there: “I just heard about Mastodon a few days ago. I keep spelling it Mastadon. It’s a really cool platform and architecture, and I would love to see it completely replace Twitter one day. Do you think it could?”

I also spelled it Mastadon at first, whoops.

As far as replacing Twitter, I think it will for me as a place to collect, perhaps as a public square. 😀

MacRumors

Tapbots, the company behind the popular Tweetbot app designed for Twitter, is working on developing a new app called Ivory that integrates with the Mastodon social network.

I’ve been using Ivory for a while and it’s absolutely gorgeous and works the way you’d expect it to work.

Mastodon has turned into an iOS App playground and I’m loving it.

chaos.social

The past month has changed the Fediverse, and, by extension, our instance. We’ve continued as normal (apart from limiting sign-ups) to give ourselves time to figure out which changes were only temporary, what seems to be changed for good, and how to react. A month seems ample time, and here we are with a set of changes in how chaos.social will work in the future.

Folks thought Mastodon would be the wild west, without good and proper moderation, but many instances take things very seriously and are making changes as needed to make their instance a better place. The chaos.social instance is one such example.

Jason Kottke

Hey everyone. Tomorrow, after almost 7 months of a sabbatical break, I’m resuming regular publication of kottke.org. (Actually, I’ve been posting a bit here and there this week already — underpromise & over-deliver, etc.) I’m going to share more about what I’ve been up to (and what I’ve not been up to) in a massive forthcoming post, but for now, know that I’m happy to be back here in the saddle once again. (And that my fiddle leaf fig is doing well!)

Welcome back, Jason! Jason has been a mainstay of my web consumption for well over 10-years, most likely since 2001-2002 timeframe when I got into blogs and blogging.

WillowTree

Charlottesville, Va. – December 1, 2022 – Piedmont Virginia Community College (PVCC) will launch a new Associate of Applied Science Degree Program (AAS) in Technical Studies-Software Development, co-created with WillowTree, in the 2023 spring semester which starts January 9. The two-year degree program will provide high school graduates and those seeking to advance in or change careers with the digital and data skills needed to fill current and emerging jobs in software development.

I thought I’d humblebrag a bit. I was honored to be part of the group who helped define this new program at PVCC. The working group was full of wonderful WillowTree folks and I think we wound up with a great program.

Since I don’t have a degree of any type I’ve been thinking about signing up for this program.

Thank you PVCC!

Why does software need so many people and take so long compared to the recent past? Let's compare! 🧵 cc @realGeorgeHotz

— Peter Yared (@peteryared) November 26, 2022

Ahh, the life of the modern developer. 🤣