#the book the bird the coffee

[whilereadingandwalking]

Sooooo much caffeine please.

[sunflowergraves]

[vashito]

💙💙💙💙💙 BLUE IS THAT YOU?

@vashito false alarm

[powerpoison]

Breakfast 🍴

[bluecollarboneyard]

Burb.

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[joytri]

penguins are so cute

[camilledecussac]

[iolamaysworld]

*＊✿❀ Весеннее утро ❀✿＊*

[bookishlyvintage]

current read: The Crane Husband, Kelly Barnhill

[swede1952]

Good morning. ☕☕☕

I have my feet up on my desk and keyboard in my lap. Charlie often adds his nose to my lap as well while I'm trying to type. He's spoiled, but right now he is being good and is curled up on the left side of my chair. I need a coffee refill, but don't want to spoil his peacefulness by moving.

When I read, I prefer hardback books. They feel substantial, and the print is usually larger. Have you read any of the books by Carl Hiaasen? I recommend them, they are hilarious. The language can sometimes be a little … uh … not suitable for Childrens story time but they are good. The first one of his books that I read was Razor Girl … heh heh, …I actually read it a couple of times.

“Sunset on the water ought to be a quiet and easy time, but I guess some people can't stand a little silence.” - Carl Hiaasen

[whilereadingandwalking]

A little Australia throwback to other rainy days...

[chronically-rotting]

The things I love the most.

My pets

Coffee/tea

DIET LEMONADE

Romance

Things that are normal things but in a mini size (e.g. those tiny shampoos for travel )

My boyfriend

Books (especially romance or dark romance)

Watching movies and shows

My favourite foods and drinks

(E.g. diet lemonade, carrot soup, spaghetti, bacon, fizzy apple juice, cherry cola, strawberries)

Fictional characters

My boyfriend

Being warm and cozy

Cuddles/ kisses (mostly just physical affection)

Hello kitty

Clothes

Drawing/painting/sketching and making other art too

Goofy things I own

(E.g. a toy balloon dog that throws it back)

Anything I'm extremely attached too (I have awful attachment issues)

SLOTHS (I love them so so so so so much help me)

My boyfriend.

Music. So much. (I'll listen to anything but rap)

Gold. Any gold, necklace, ring, earing, bracelet, just gold in general, some random pen that's gold, gold ANYTHING. Doesn't even have to be real gold just has to look gold.

When people notice little things I do omg makes me feel so seen, or when people point out things I like it makes me feel like they listen.

People who are actually funny (when people try to be funny and fail I find it annoying thats why i dont like comedy😭)

My boyfriend

Gifts. Without sounding like a gold digger I love when people get me gifts but I also have a weird feeling that noone could ever actually enjoy spending there money on me (probably because of my mother.) And I feel bad for them spending money on me, at the same time if your someone I love and give me a gift I will never let it out of my sight and will love it no matter what it is.

When people notice a mood shift even if its the smallest thing in my behaviour again makes me feel seen.

When people notice I don't like a situation and comfort me—(once had my best friend point out my social anxiety when we were shopping and she told me she can relate and then we paid and left)

Low-key this one is hidden but...pet names. Especially the more "gentleman" ones like "my love" or "darling" or "sweetheart" they make me smile out loud

[nature-played-a-trick-on-me]

Want to convince the bf to go camping w me just for a few days but I don't want to convince him too much in case he just genuinely hates it because we don't have like half of the stuff we'd need.

[shotmrmiller]

your superior finding out about the secret praise kink you didn't know had a name because you'd always been called an over achiever, a goody two shoes. never gave anyone any trouble, nose burrowed in a book since you had knobby knees and a library card.

you'd thought it normal that the apples of your cheeks burned when praised after giving your teacher the drawing you'd made for them the night before. that heat spread from the center of your chest up when your first boyfriend/girlfriend whistled at the sight of you outside of uniform. that warmth settles in your belly when you get a pat on the back from your platoon leader firm enough to force the air out of your lungs because you'd disassembled and cleaned a glock with the ease of a professional.

apparently it wasn't.

after weeks of training with the fabled task force, weeks of sharing elbow room with the team, weeks of soaking up the dizzying praise from the captain ("did real good out there, eh? can always count on you." you didn't question the throb betwixt your thighs, taking care of it with a cute little bullet like you've always done since joining the military)

you're confronted by the worst of the lot. ghost catches you in a break room, your back to him, hands clutching a cup of coffee that's more sludge than liquid, its warmth barely seeping through the styrofoam.

his figure fills the doorway, shoulders nearly brushing the frame. your first thought is that his brows aren't twisted together and he lacks that cold, blank look in his eyes so your death isn't in the nearest of futures. the second is that when he's not fully covering his face, the outline of his jaw is quite visible, looking sharp enough to cut.

then he crosses his sculpted arms over his chest, seams straining against the expanse of his muscles, head tipped to the side.

he moves with the keen curiosity of a predator sniffing around a newborn fawn, gaze intense yet inquisitive, assessing your every detail with a menacing interest.

"you ever gonna tell me you've a praise kink, bird?" the question sends a chill through your veins before turning into a fiery rush as it races at twice the normal speed.

praise kink? no. surely not. doesn't everyone like to receive compliments?

"sure. i don't mind gettin' told i've an impressive cock but that's bed talk. you look ready to bend over 'nd show us how slick tha' pretty cunt can get over a rufflin' of hair and a couple of empty words."

that has you positively reeling, fingertips cracking the cup in your hands, pulse on your neck fluttering. you feel a cornered, skittish animal, ready to flee lest your life come to an end in his maws.

but as usual, the cruel man more creature than person, twists the knife he's dug into you with a certain ruthlessness only he can muster.

"so be good for me, eh? love your praise? earn it."

you've always been an over achiever, proven once again by the way you take him to the root in one long, broad stroke with any complaints at the sheer size of him resting firmly behind your clenched teeth.

"tight little thing, spread open over me like you were meant for it. for me." he runs a gloved thumb over your swollen bottom lip. "there's tha' look. drivin' me bloody insane when you gave kyle tha' molten gaze. none o' tha' now, yeah?"

he creeps his ungloved hand down to circle your pearl with the spit-slick pads of his fingers, drawing in a sharp breath when your walls flutter and constrict around his cock at the feel of something other than your toy giving you the relief you need after a hard day's work.

"bloody fuckin' 'ell."

ghost claims a fistful of hair, pulling you closer to him, his breath warming the stinging, throbbing mark he bit onto the delicate skin of your neck. the shuffling of feet right outside the door snap you out of your daze, fingernails sinking into the bulging muscle of his chest but he has none of it.

he uses your hair to direct your focus back onto him and even though he'd only given you a leading tug you felt some strands of your hair come off with a pop.

"easy. can't see your pretty face when i'm fuckin' ya if your lookin' away."

your expression twists into what you hope is bliss when he bucks his hips, your whimper drowning out his groan when he hits on something new.

something you want him to keep hitting.

"exactly like i'd thought."

everything else blurs together after that, and only when you're back in your room using a warm cloth to clean yourself up do you remember the other things he'd rumbled.

(inside o' ya, make you mine-)

(-get 'bout bein' with anyone else-)

(-ll to myself-)

you touch your tender pussy with gentle fingers at what he'd said in the end.

(leave tha' f'me, he swipes your hand away, i'll get ya there, pet.)

if price's compliments take a nose dive off a cliff you don't notice because you're getting your daily fill of them and ghost after dinner every night. kyle keeps them to one word and soap likes to tempt fate as always.

[scopostims]

[ID: A 3x3 stimboard of 7 GIFs, with two images.

GIF 1: A black dinosaur skeleton being tattooed on someone.

GIF 2: Creamer swirling inside and clouding a cup coffee.

Image 1: Renji Yomo from Tokyo Ghoul.

GIF 3: A view looking out of a bookstore over the shelves, rain falling outside and on the window.

GIF 4 (center): A small, silver, mechanical contraption with an anatomical heart on it. A wheel is spun that makes the heart appear to beat.

GIF 5: First person POV of walking into a cafe.

Image 2: Uta from Tokyo Ghoul.

GIF 6: Two espresso shots brewing.

GIF 7: A crow perched on a small piece of wood sticking up from a snow-covered ground.

End ID]

renji yomo & uta w/ some cafe elements & greyscale for anon!

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[jrosesposts]

Actual footage of me when I wake up on a Monday