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banana-with-a-bow-tie · 4 months
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Oh, how you need to consider all the ways God has protected you that you’ve never seen. You didn’t experience the drunk driver who never crashed into your minivan because God protected you, turning your car away from the intersection where your family was heading. You didn’t die from a viral infection because God protected you, keeping you from touching a virus-contaminated door handle when a person walking out the same door held it open just as you arrived. A family emergency kept you from making a run to the store where a gunman would have robbed and shot you. For personal reasons you decided not to take the job where the boss would have mistreated and fired you after a few months. Every day we are living in a world of narrow misses that we will never know about.
—Heath Lambert, The Great Love of God (2023), p 81
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why-lamp · 8 months
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i'm finally getting around to reading Killing Time by Della Van Hise.
you know, the Star Trek book that was so gay that it was recalled and reprinted with over 50 changes.
I got my hands on a first edition copy from Thriftbooks and decided to use a sticky tab every time something "spirk" happened
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I'm only halfway through.
update its very fucking gay
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schcherazades · 9 months
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grief will make you do crazy things. it will electrify the elegant, flower-stem neurons in the amygdala of your brain, will pluck them like an instrument. in ancient rome, grief made men twirl in their thin, leather sandals and pirouette until their feet bled; in india, it walked widows onto pyres waiting for fire. the persians gave the bodies of their deceased beloveds to dogs; the egyptians buried them with their servants. grief will make you laugh at the funeral, weep over the cereal bowl; it will buzz your feet until they start dancing in the middle of the night. it’s grief that inspires the unlikeliest of bedfellows. it will convince you, tugging at the hem of your ragged cotton robe — the one you’ve had since your father bought it for you in latakia when you were fifteen, the one that will always smell hazily of summer — that the building is on fire, the world is on fire, and you’ll only find water in one place: a city as far away from here as you can imagine. grief will pack your bag, quit your job, buy a white dress. it will make you say yes.
the arsonists’ city, hala alyan
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rhinocio · 8 months
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you are my sunshine
new favourite rise character is @aversiteespabilas' Usagi Yuki
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kiee0712 · 6 months
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replay's end
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howdoyousleep3 · 1 year
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If the mood strikes, my dream fic from you would be about Daddy Ari lovin’ on a lady who is thicccc (with at least four c’s…and some accompanying triple D’s) but also able to handle him just right, if you know what I mean. 😈
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It became a thing, I couldn't resist. This felt very therapeutic for me and I loved every second of it. Shoutout to Husband for making me two espresso martinis that inadvertently pushed me to finish this. Shoutout to the espresso martinis for making me extra horny for this. Thank you bby nonnie for this blessed Ask. 😮‍💨❤️‍🔥
notable tags: reader insert, plus size reader, size difference, size kink, nipple play, sexual awakening (of sorts), daddy kink, multiple orgasms, love at first fuck sight, comeplay, dirty talk (this man 😤), a bit of a subby daddy ari word count: 1.7K song inspo
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"Baby...baby, you're gonna kill me. Fuck, have mercy, sugar..."
You can't remember a time when you've felt this powerful while in bed with someone else. Your fingers dig into the meat of Ari's hairy pecs as you rock your hips selfishly, mouth dropping open when his cock, every deliciously thick inch of it, stretches the walls of your pussy out.
Rarely do you ever agree to ride someone. Rarely do you enjoy it, rarely do you feel sexy on top, rarely do you get lost in the swirls of confidence and desire and eroticism of it.
But Ari is different.
You can count on one hand the amount of times someone has made you feel wanted, has made you feel craved like he does. You aren't the type of person who can easily find someone so compatible that you end up in bed together. You have high standards brought on by insecurities, ones that most people aren't willing to meet.
It took one look at Ari Levinson as he walked into your boss's office, big and burly and openly flirty, to know that he'd set the new bar for any future lover.
"Fuck, m'gonna keep you," he hollers and growls almost to himself, leaning up onto his elbows to get a better look at the show you're putting on. "Gonna keep you here all for myself, pretty girl. Ain't ever gettin' rid'a me after this, not when you take my cock like some sort'a goddamn professional, fuck me."
One paw for a hand comes up to smack at your ass, fingers digging into the meat of your hip so hard it forces a whimper from your mouth. You love it.
You don't think about your body as you bounce on him, about his hands as they continue to grab and squeeze you all over. In fact, you find the headiness of it hot, his touches going right to your head as much as they do your swollen pussy.
He's already made you come once all over his beard and you're well on your way to a second one. You can't see an end in sight though; there's no way your hunger for him will ever dwindle.
"Ari," you whine, long and pitiful, a pout of a noise that hits him right where you want it to, just as his cock does inside of you. You whine again when your rocking turns into frantic grinding, reveling in the stretch of his cock and the rub of your clit. He groans, thick and gravelly, hands coming up to squeeze at your tits. Fuck.
“Yeah baby, yeah you better take it, take what’s yours. Come all over my cock, lemme feel it. Fuck, you’re perfect, look at you just take it like it's yours. Don’t make me beg for it, sugar. Come on…”
His mouth on your nipples is what does it, the way he sucks each sensitive nub into his mouth, suckling on it hungrily as you fuck yourself in his lap. It sparks deep pleasure within you, stirring in your tummy and spreading to your clit. He holds you over him, paws squeezing your tits together to better glide his mouth between each nipple, his muffled moans sounding like pleas and making you ache.
The scratch of his beard on your sensitive skin, the selfless way he lets you take, the ache of the walls of your pussy as your grind in tight— you shatter apart within seconds.
Your ears ring with the force of your climax, your body stunned by the intensity of it. No one has ever made you come like this. You sound like you’re sobbing as you shake apart on top of him, thighs trembling, elbows locked as you continue to let him suck loudly at your heavy tits. Your pussy trembles around his length, milking him for everything he’s worth, desperate for his own release alongside yours.
You’re about to collapse on top of him, dizzy with the aftershocks of your orgasm, when you’re suddenly moving, being turned and flipped easily onto your back.
No one has ever manhandled you either. You smile before you can process your thoughts, already knowing that you like it, no— you love it.
Even given your size, a size that has scared cowards away in the past, he still manages to make you feel dainty and teeny.
You swear you aren't going to let him go after this either.
“Look at’chu smilin’ while you get dicked down, you pretty fuckin’ baby. My cock put that smile on your face? Huh?” Ari huffs out against your lips, nipping at your chin when you giggle, laying himself out on top of you. Your giggle morphs right into a throaty moan when Ari reaches down and takes his cock in hand, slipping it back into your pussy without hesitation.
When you squeeze yourself around him the moment he’s pressed in to the hilt, greedy for him and slipping your fingers through his hair pushily, Ari growls.
“You’re gonna make me fall in love if you keep up shit like that, sweetheart.”
You squeeze yourself around him again, once and then twice, a smile spreading across your lips once more even when he wraps one of those big hands around the front of your throat. If it's supposed to be some sort of threat, he doesn't know who he's up against or who he's unleashed inside of you.
And he falters within a few pumps of his hips.
"Fuck baby," he groans, pressing his forehead against yours as his hands slip back down to grab and squeeze at your tits. They've always been sensitive, almost too much so, but when Ari touches them in the selfish way that he does, it takes your sensitivity to an entirely new level.
“It’s like you were made for me," he pants out as he fucks into you, the slick noises of your pussy hitting your ears and making you flush. "No one can just…just take this dick. Can take me. You know that?"
You don't have the energy to slow your little fucked-out noises long enough to tell him that very few people have what it takes to deal with you as well. Instead you tug at his hair and widen your legs further around his burly waist, welcoming him deeper into your body.
"And you're out here making it look easy, like it's a privilege, like it's what you're meant to do."
Your head spins as he kneads at your tits hungrily, growling as he mouths at them before pulling back to sit up. The fluidity of his movements, the way he continues to dig into that sweet spot inside of you with his cock, is almost masterful.
"Ari...Ari, you feel so good, you—"
"Oh baby, make a man's dreams come true," he interrupts you in a rush, rumbling as he squeezes at your belly, the new angle making you damn near squeal. "Call me 'Daddy', sugar. Tell Daddy he feels so good stretchin' your pretty pussy out."
His words light you the fuck up. He has continued to run his mouth about how perfect you are when he's straight out of your dirtiest, most wettest of dreams. And you don't hesitate to give him exactly what he wants.
You bring your hands up to cup your shoulders, smushing your tits together and letting them bounce with Ari's harsh thrusts, and let out the prettiest whine you can manage when you're this close to passing out from getting the best dick of your life.
"Make my...make my pretty pussy feel so good, Daddy."
"Oh my god," Ari raggedly moans, his eyelids falling closed and his hips stuttering as your words are processed. And you can't help yourself, not when you so obviously have this great of an effect on Daddy. Not when you're both so incredibly close to sharing an orgasm.
"Come in my pussy, Daddy. Want you to drop that big Daddy load in my pretty pussy."
Ari’s holler almost startles you, the guffaw of disbelief coupled with a throaty groan making you giggle into your own moan. Your moan leaves you in a rush when he shoves at the back of your knees, pressing you further into the mattress. The movement tightens your channel up to the point where you feel tears well up in your eyes.
Everything feels so hot as you watch him watch your pussy get fucked.
"M'gonna come on those fuckin' tits," is what he moans raggedly, thick chest heaving as he pants. "Let Daddy come on those pretty tits, baby. Let him save this sweet...sweet pussy for next time."
You nod your head eagerly and find yourself pleading with him as soon as you hear his request.
"You touch yourself and make yourself come with me, you hear me?"
"Mhmm yes, Daddy."
"Fuck me..."
The moment Ari's jaw drops open, his fist flying over his cock as he looks down at you, you feel the burn of an orgasm in your core. How could you do anything but come when he's looking at you like this? Your fingers swirl over your clit just as requested, the poor, abused numb, swollen and achy. It's the perfect sensation to go along with your view.
This has to be the hottest thing you've ever witnessed.
"Fuck, ask me one more time, baby. Please, please tell Daddy—"
"Daddy, please! Come on these titties, Daddy. They're yours, they're all yours. Make them messy, make 'em—"
"Jesus Christ, m'gonna come. Daddy's comin', baby..."
You're going to come. You're going to come at the same time as Ari is, legs spread wide in the air, rubbing at your clit.
It seems this is a night of firsts.
The first splash of hot come across your chest does you in this time around. Instead of your ears ringing, your ears are filled with the noises of Ari coming, his grunts and gasps, his bitten off curses and your name.
You eagerly press your chest out in a display of complete submission as you come, your climax feeling less like waves and more like shocks of pleasure, some almost painful. You manage to moan out Ari's name, his newfound title as well, and when he lets go of his twitching cock, his fingers quickly find his mess on your tits.
The last shocks of your orgasm leave your system the moment his come-covered fingers slip between your willing lips.
You suck them down greedily.
Ari's moan sounds like thunder all around you.
"Yeah, there's no way in hell you're gettin’ rid'a me, pretty girl..."
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cemeterything · 1 year
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seeing the chernobyl fanfiction ask i got last month on my dash again and while i have never and will never write chernobyl fanfiction i feel like i might as well confess that i used to play littlest pet shop nuclear fallout disaster rp as a kid (nobody lives/everybody dies, graphic descriptions of radiation poisoning) so like anon wasn't that far off i guess
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bananaman-mp3 · 1 month
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[ID: A screenshot of a reblog with the blog's url and profile picture scribbled outin red that reads: "...conditionally and only if you never disagree with them? O.o"
the tags underrneath read: "#it never stops baffling me #how fandom turned these two into some idea of love #when the story is literall Naruto obsessign over Sasuke who is not interrsted #and then beating him almost to death because Sasuke doesn't think genocide is good pooitcal move actually #like FFS pls read more mangas people" End ID]
are you serious... if naruto only loved him conditionally why did he risk everything to save him, even when everyone else was set on killing him for being a traitor to konoha?
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the guy threw his dignity away, in the eyes of everyone, to defend public enemy #1
he always called sasuke his friend, he never stated that he would only consider him a friend only if he returned as a konoha ninja.
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loves him conditionally my ass.
and like- the idea that naruto can only love people that never disagree with him is so fundamentally against his character it's almost comical. if that were true naruto wouldve simply killed nagato. he wouldn't have tried to understand him or talk him out of it the way he did, once he heard his story. he wouldn't have tried talking to obito either. or even neji, konohamaru and inari, as small as those moments look in comparison.
the obsession part would make more sense, given how much he thought about him and wanted him back, to the point even his friends and the girl who was in love with sasuke thought it was too much.
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yet the part about naruto beating sasuke up is... weird. they do realize naruto was fighting him because sasukes idea of a revolution meant to martyr himself for the sake of peace, the way his brother did, right?
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they do realize that sasuke wanted to kill him at that point too, right? that it wasn't naruto beating a defenseless sasuke, right?
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if anything, naruto was leaning on the defensive side and sasuke was the one trying to beat him up. but the were pretty fucking tied in terms of power. thats why he came close to killing sasuke (and viceversa. stop treating sasuke like a weakling.)
now, that doenst mean naruto is completely in the right to simply undermine or ignore konohas wrongdoing just because it only fuels the cycle of violence. naruto himself is victim of konohas shit system, and he has acknowledged many of the problems it caused. he promised to nagato that hed help amegakure when he became hokage.
of course you could argue that narutos methods may not be as effective for change as sasukes more aggressive plan, since systemic change is rarely if ever achievable by working within it. but im not that good with politics so i dont think im the best to talk about it, and that already goes beyond the topic here.
sasukes violent reaction to konohas mistreatment of the uchiha was completely understandable and anyone in his place wouldve don the same. lets make that clear here. i think saying he was highly justified is not a controversial take, at least here. konoha and the shinobi system ARE fucked up.
also, love that 'sasuke is not interested' bit. op, why did sasuke want to kill naruto? tell me.
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me when im not interested:
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so yeah i think that's a pretty inaccurate take on sasukes feelings towards naruto.
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bluebirdcurse · 11 months
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It's so awkward how they have a cannibalism control group...every day Coach lives is another day they kind of didn't need to eat Jackie. They're drawing lots for their next meal while he's out hiking.
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gloamvonhrym · 9 months
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gives ranulf a baby. gives ranulf a baby. gives ranulf a ba
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God is no exotic gender theorist, separating anatomy from identity. As we shall see, the teaching of Scripture is that your body and your identity are bound, a whole, constituting person, namely, YOU.
Owen Strachan & Gavin Peacock The Grand Design, pg 14
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prommytheus · 9 months
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chuunosuke vs. human ryu’s insane damage animation. also how when his shoulders slump, he goes entirely horizontal— its a good thing he’s stuck on or he’d fall, as pictured here
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swingsetindecember · 5 days
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considering how overproduced the first watcher goodbye video was, i am surprised how tone deaf it was towards their fans. like that's the icing on the cake. all that production, and for what?
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wdwashere · 2 years
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Just two besties who bond over the same crush (they're also lowkey crushing on each other)
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