#sarita bb

[grccve]

para sarita bb de mí: 💋

besitos para mí <33333 te quiero mucho bb

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Sarita!

Red, point, defense

CW: Pet whump, some noncon implications (vague)

"So you played well, then?" She sets a plate down in front of the hungry teenager, who picks up the enormous slice of pizza and folds it in half, like some kind of bastard taco, and takes an enormous bite. Tomato sauce stains the corners of his mouth, and she smiles, as if her entire existence revolves around making sure he eats.

Her master's son nods, grinning at her with tomato sauce smeared on her face like fresh blood before he remembers to close his mouth and starts chewing, picking up a glass and drinking from the cup of Sprite. She watches the bubbles move along the glass, his throat bobbing.

Then he exhales. There's a pause, and he burps, and then laughs, blushing with embarrassment, while she pretends she didn't notice, politely waiting for his reply.

"Yeah," He says, finally, almost breathless. He looks folded up, just sitting on a chair, in his red jersey and shorts. His long legs and arms look like spiderlegs, like his father's legs. She doesn't think about that. She just moves until her back is against the kitchen counter and crosses her arms. She's in pajama shorts and a large button-up matching shirt. "I made a three-pointer, which was pretty cool. Mostly I'm good at defense. Well, not good. You know, I'm not... great at basketball, but like, I'm definitely getting better."

"Good!" She grins at him, entertaining the idea of feeling actual pride. Her hair, pulled tight into the bun at the nape of her neck that the master likes best, makes her scalp ache.

She ignores that like she ignores everything else she doesn't like. It picks at her, though, inside her thoughts. She isn't as good at ignoring what she doesn't like as she used to be.

"Yeah, I hope I get even better. I mean, maybe." He shrugs, and somehow half the pizza slice is gone. Is he just inhaling them? She's never quite understood how so much food could go into such a lanky boy. But it's a little fun, watching him grow.

She wishes she'd been a Domestic instead. It would have been nice, to have everything in her life be about this boy. He's a good kid. He's good to her.

Unlike his father.

Speak of the Devil, she thinks, her joy souring as she hears the telltale thump on the stairs.

Her master comes down with a half-cocked grin, changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt himself. He ruffles his son's hair as he moves past behind him, and the boy hunches over, scowling a little.

The pizza is gone. She puts another slice on his plate without needing to be asked, and then turns to put a slice on a plate for her master.

He comes up behind her, and she stiffens, eyes closing as she feels him press against her back, leaning in to kiss her neck, over her collar.

I hate you, she hisses with all the venom she can imagine inside her mind.

"Maybe next time I'll bring you to the game," He murmurs against her ear. His teeth graze the shell of it and she tries to tell herself it feels good. It doesn't feel good. It never feels good.

"That would be nice," She replies, and she's almost honest. If she could just get out of the house, she could make a break for it. This house is a cage.

She stares at the pizza box settled over the oven. Underneath, the burners, ready with a turn of a knob to flicker into a gas-fed flame. She imagines the fire dancing, weaving and bobbing, back and forth, back and forth.

His hand runs over her ass, fingers toying up under the hem of her shorts.

"Be a good girl and I'll think about it," He whispers.

"Dad, Jesus Christ," His son groans, covering his eyes with one hand. She thinks about the son's white teeth, red with tomato sauce, red with blood. "Don't grope the fucking Romantic while I'm right here at the table."

She sets her jaw, closing her eyes, imagining the flame.

"Fair enough." Her master steps back, giving her ass a smack loud enough to nearly echo through the room, jerking her forwards with her hips banging into the edge of the stovetop. She bites down on her lower lip until the pain there is greater than the pain from the soon-to-be-forming bruise. "Sorry, kiddo. Can't help myself. You'll see for yourself one day, to be sure."

"Gross. Wrong son, Dad. Unless about three things about her change wildly, i'm not interested."

Not because she's what she is. Not because she's his father's pet, not because underneath all of it she has the sneaking suspicion she is a human fucking being. Oh, no.

No, it's because she doesn't have a dick that he won't think about it. That's all.

She keeps forgetting he's as bad as his father.

Thankfully, he keeps reminding her.

She hands her master his pizza and puts a smile on her face, and in her mind she thinks about how easy it would be to turn the gas on and light a match.

[jossambird]

Hi everyone!

Just wanted to let everyone know that Sariiita/Swedeypie has had an error happen and Tumblr seems to have deleted their account.

They are working on getting it back! ❤️

[llovetalks]

DEJA DE ATACARME CON TUS HERMOSAS Y PERFECTAS RESPUESTAS A ESTA HORA 🥺

tú deja de atacarme con tantas palabras bellas 😭

[mstrmids]

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[nityarawal]

10/3/22

Centurians Lives Matter!

(BB's 100th Birthday!)

Morning Songs

Centurians Lives Matter!

Celebrating Barbara

Bradford!

She Turned 100

Yesterday!

On October 2, 2022

I Knew That Was

Alot of 2's

When I Woke Up!

Eddy Said,

Our Handyman:

"It Was

Babs 100th Birthday!"

Drove By

My Old Home

At The Pomegranate

Farm!

Where Sarita Fischer

Sold Me Out!

On A Mental Health

Warrant Bribe!

With Darin David

Joye- My Gigolo Paralegal

Rockstar Actor Divine!

And Her Son

Jeremiah- The Marine

Vet- with A Beard Down To

His Belly Button!

A "Curcie" He Was

Thru and Through!

Didn't Enjoy

Being An Aguanga

"Mrs. Robinson!"

Trafficked to Sarita's

Son! My Movin' Men

On A Bribe!

Nor Her Leprechaun Red Headed

Partner Earl

Twinin' Jeremiah With A Beard

Down To His Harley Davidson

Hello Angel's

Belt Buckle!

Peepin' In On Me!

IDrivin' by in Vintage Trucks!

Mary Jane's Alcoholic

Jealous Rants!

Barbara Bradford's

Granddaughter

Over Eddy,

A Handyman's

Trials!

Over 50 Years

Of Devotion

From Earl!

They Come!

And Go! On

Barbara Bradford

Farm!

Hopin' To See

Old Handyman

Tom!

And Tom Mcgiffin!

At The Dinosaur

Fruit Stand!

His Latina Ladies

We're Sweet!

Welcomin' Me!

And Grateful Babs at 100

Remembered Me!

Crystal Jolly Blue Eyes

Lit Up Like Trumpleberries

Tribes!

Could've Been My

Centurian Great

Aunt Juanita Huntley's

Dear

Americana Cousin!

Who Knows?

How We're All Related?

Aborigines?

Or Crystal Blue Eyes?

Twinklin'!

Hybrids, Humans!!

Starlight!

Gotta Love 'Em!

Maybe An Endangered

Species?

A Cahuillan

American

Dinosaur!

Granada!

Pomegranate!

Pirates Steal 'Em!

Raidin' Orchards!

Thinkin' They're

Rubies! Or Garnets!

From The Great Persian Harems!

Pike 'Em On Their

Fences For Eternal

Ornaments!

#Nitya4Eternity

Keep Away The Bugs!

Kill Your Parasites!

Make Juice!

Teach Cleansin'!

My Dear 'Ol

Gluten Free

Centur- "Rani!"

Centurian

We Love Thee!

Grateful

For Granada!

$3.99 for 5

Down The Road!

From The Dinosaur

Latina

Fruit Stand Or

Babs In Aguanga

On Barbara Bradford

Road!

And If You Look Up

On A Clear

Night!

You'll See A Star

Named After

Her…

"Barbara

The Centuriini"

How Many

Been Singin'

Your Praises Ma?

Since 1960?

Like The Temptations?

My Doctor Judy Knows Of Your

Shootin' Stars!

Down The Old

American Trail

West

Our Pilgrims

Soldiered On!

To StageCoach!

Past My Springbox

For Relief,

Agua Pura,

Water,

Like Ramona

And All The

Cahuillan Agua

Calliente Indians

Must've Done.

Like Cougars!

Like Ravens!

Like Owls!

Bobcats!

Like Breeding Bumblebees!

Like My Wolf Husky Dog!

Like Indigenous Birds!

Eagles and Hawks!

Dropping Feathers!

Carving Crystal's!

Picassos!

Fish!

Keepin' A Piece Of Me!

I Wanna Own

My Springbox!

I Wanna Do A Lease

To Buy!

With Solar Electric!

Call Our Realtor!

Carletta!

And Make It

Happen!

Make A Deal!

On This

Auspicious

Centurian- Barbara

Bradford

Day!

💕

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal

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[batvargasme]

Pour mettre en pratique les Quatre Accords Toltèques et parvenir à la Maîtrise de l'Amour, il faut dire adieu à la peur. La peur est responsable de tous les accords négatifs que nous avons conclus dans notre vie. C'est elle qui nous éloigne de la joie à laquelle nous avons droit. Quand nous sommes capables d'observer notre vie sans peur ni jugement, nous r��alisons que notre rêve (la réalité) peut devenir ce que nous voulons.“Les Croyances fondamentales des toltèques” nous entraîne à la découverte des enseignements de don Miguel Ruiz, y compris leur dimension la plus profonde. Ce livre comprend notamment : • Les éléments de base de la sagesse toltèque et de la pratique spirituelle qui forment le fondement des Quatre Accords Toltèques.• Des outils de transformation : des exercices, des rituels et des cérémonies pour accompagner le lecteur dans ce processus de libération de la peur, du jugement et de la culpabilité...• Un voyage imaginaire à Teotihuacan, centre sacré de l'enseignement nagual...• Des données biographiques sur la vie de don Miguel Ruiz, notamment son entraînement auprès de sa mère, la célèbre guérisseuse Sarita. La connaissance contenue dans ce livre peut vraiment vous

[byronbayteacompany]

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[hijabshopsolo]

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[grccve]

vengo a exigir mis besitos por parte de jaewon pero sobretodo de parte de mi sarita bb hermosa❤️

aquí sólo te doy besos YO *empuja lejos a jaewon*

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Jake taking the rescues on a day trip to the beach. A person noting Nova and becoming a little too interested, watching until he thinks her friends are occupied before sliding up and trying to - aggressively - flirt with her.

The man's shadow falls over Nova, but he has barely brushed his knuckles against her heated - and yet frozen - skin before a warm brown hand clasps around his sunburned bicep and yanks him backwards hard enough to send him to his ass in the blistering sand.

"What the fuck-"

"That's my girlfriend," Sarita says calmly, and something in the flash of fire in her eyes promises far more than a simple push or shove. "So keep your fucking paws off."

"Shit, why didn't you say you had a girlfriend?" The guy scrambles to his feet, holding his hands up palms-out, don't hurt me.

Nova is still staring, lips slightly parted, her dark eyes moving between them in shock. "I-... I didn't-"

"Why are you still here?" Sarita flicks her fingers at him. "Fuck off."

The guy moves away, muttering insults under his breath he doesn't dare say to her face. She lets him go.

"I'm not your girlfriend," Nova says, as if baffled by that alone.

"You are when assholes get too close," Sarita says calmly.

A seashell catches her eye and she moves away, Nova staring after.

[jossambird]

hola i love you bbg 💖💖💖💖

HOLA BBG, I SPENT 10 MINUTES MAKING THIS IMAGE FOR YOU SO I COULD CALL YOU OUT AND TELL YOU I LOVE YOU MORE 🥺❤️💖❤️

[llovetalks]

siento que me falta atención en tg(?), así que vengo a exigir mis besos acá u3u

omg nooooo, shame on me por no consentirte hoy *la besuquea a lot* :( 

[nikituschkinandrey]

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Из-за забастовки в порту Читтагонг (Бангладеш) остановлена разгрузка судов с пшеницей

Импорт товаров через бангладешский порт Читтагонг сейчас затруднен из-за продолжающейся забастовки экипажей лихтеров, требующих повышения заработной платы. Сообщает агн. Зерно Он-Лайн со ссылкой на The Daily Star.

На рейде порта находятся два судна, доставившие 115 тыс. т пшеницы из Аргентины и Канады: Anarita и Sarita Naree. Anarita встало на якорь 2 февраля, Sarita Naree – 6 февраля. Затем около 24 тыс. т пшеницы с этих судов было перегружено на 19 лихтеров. Однако лихтеры не были разгружены из-за забастовки.

Это нарушит график разгрузки сухогрузов на внешнем рейде, считает Abul Bashar Chowdhury, директор компании BSM Group, которой принадлежит данная пшеница. Стоимость простоя одного судна составляет $12 000 в сутки. Задержка также повлияет на качество продукции и нарушит цепочку поставок, — добавил он.

На пресс-конференции, которая состоялась 6 января, Союз работников лихтеров Бангладеш поставил судовладельцам ультиматум: они прекращают работу 13 февраля, если их требования не будут удовлетворены к этому времени. Но забастовка началась раньше установленного срока.

Правительство Бангладеш в октябре прошлого года опубликовало уведомление о повышении минимальной зарплаты экипажей лихтеров до 9650 така с текущих 6900 така. Повышение зарплаты должно было произойти в течение месяца, но большинство судовладельцев этого не сделало. Протестующие заявили, что забастовка будет продолжаться по всей стране до тех пор, пока их требования не будут выполнены.

[ashintheairlikesnow]

"I can't do this anymore."

"I... I can't do this anymore. I can't keep pushing through it, pretending I'm just fine, that it doesn't itch under my skin day in, day out. I just... can't."

Sarita drops her head into her hands, fingers twisting into her hair, let loose for the moment to fall nearly to her shoulders.

"I can't keep it up any longer."

Across from her, the therapist she has steadfastly refused to speak to never once says I told you so. Instead, Dr. Berger only nods, expression settled into calm empathy, a kind of understanding. "Okay, Sarita. Listen - you are never expected to be fine within this room. In here, you may safely be whoever and however you need to, in order to work through what was done to you."

"Well, good. Because I have-... so much work to do. I burned down his house when I left. He was inside it." Sarita sniffs, shoulders jerking in an aborted sob. "I don't even feel bad that I did it. Like they took all the humanity out of me when they-... took everything else..."

"I would argue," Dr. Berger says gently, "that the overwhelming drive to survive at any and all costs is an expression of utmost humanity."

[ashintheairlikesnow]

I'm having trouble keeping the new rescues straight could you make like a age/names/pronouns/basic info thing (either today if you have the energy or after your hiatus)

I was planning to do a lil picrew with intros, but I haven’t had time, and won’t be posting tomorrow, so...

Quick:

Jameson: He/Him. Angry, spiteful, spent years sold under the table to a series of increasingly violent sadists who starved and tortured him. His designation was Romantic - his treatment was anything but. He has never slept in a bed prior to this. Was deeply dehumanized and responded by clinging to scraps of humanity and fury to hold himself together. He can read and write. I only know so far that he has very short hair (he chopped it off himself) and that he is partially color-blind.

Allyn: They/Them. Tall (they are 6 foot) and willowy-thin, Allyn was trained to be the light and life of the party. They are outwardly friendly, chatty, and sweet. They smile a lot, much like Kauri used to. They are less quiet than he is. Their owner was murdered in a mugging and they were left behind and picked up by a lib group.

Nova: She/Her. Long dark hair usually perfectly styled. Quiet and sneaky, prefers to hide in corners or behind furniture, rarely speaks directly to anyone. She was kept by an older woman who wanted her seen and not heard, which she took to heart. She is painfully shy and agoraphobic.

Eli: He/Him. The oldest of them all, he has spent nearly half his life with Master. He trained as part of a bonded pair, and he and hs bonded briefly escaped together years go. Eli was recaptured, and he has waited for his chance to run again. He is searching for is other half, who he knows is still out there somewhere, and he’s sure Nine must be looking for him, too. Very private and quiet, well-read, and has a very, very slight musical accent.

Sarita: She/Her. Refuses to let me write her yet. So far all I know is that she gardens and feeds birds.