thinking about climbing into his lap when he gets home late and resting my head on his shoulder. then starting to feel needy cause i was without him all day and i can feel his cock growing hard but being too tired to have sex. so i pull at his sleeve and mumble that i want to feel full and let him pull my panties to the side and push his cock inside. him gently thrusting into me until i slowly drift off to sleep wrapped in his arms all while still cockwarming him because every time he tries to pull out, i whine into his shoulder
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"a dude in Texas legally changed his name to "Literally Anyone Else" and he's attempting to run for President against Biden & Trump" [source]
okay, but putting aside the comedic aspect of this, it is concerning the amount of people who are prompted to vote for candidates just because it's funny. I'm not the biggest fan of how his policy about the boarder sounds [Site], but I do implore anyone who is able to vote in the 2024 US election to please research other candidates.
The media is only going to continue pushing the idea it's inevitably going to be Trump vs Biden 2.0 and we have no other options, that we have to vote for Biden again because of Project 2025. Is that whole thing terrifying?
Yeah, fucking absolutely.
But voting for Biden will not solidify our safety from that. Biden is exactly like the rest of them. He always has been. You can't make the lesser of two evils argument when they're both just plain evil.
You cannot say that Biden is even mildly a better choice than Trump when he is currently directly involved in a genocide. That is not some little fucking thing. That in and of itself disqualifies him as a lesser evil. Biden is just as bad as him and he will not save us because he doesn't fucking care.
Cornel West [Site] is an Independent candidate running for President in the 2024 Election. [Policies]
Claudia De la Cruz and Karina Garcia [Site] are running for President and Vice-President as the candidates of the Party for Socialism and Liberation in the 2024 Election. [Policies]
There are options.
There are people trying to change the corrupt foundation our system is built on, but we have to help amplify them because the mainstream media will not.
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Darius' first proper appearace in Owl House is so fucking funny in reterospect. It's not even that he and Eber are just fucking larping as villains because "oh raine's a shit actor so I guess we're gonna have to go all out on this." It's that Darius and Eda and Raine were besties in school, and Eda and Raine look at the situation and immediately just go "lets kill Darius". There's not even a discussion they're just... both immediately 100% down to murder their old friend???
Like, did they talk about this later?? Was Darius aware they were perfectly willing to go through with it, or was he expecting them to back out? Did Raine end up telling him "actually if I hadn't coincidentally realised eda had kids, you and me and eda and eberwolf would all be Fucking Dead right now. Maybe don't go so hard on the villain larp next time." Is that a conversation that happened??
And. Did they have that conversation about how they'd all be dead and unable to stop belos, all because Darius didn't stop to communicate with Raine, and then also go on to decide Raine should refuse to communicate with Eda about Anything???? And exactly how fucking disastrously did the school plays that they were presumably all in together go that 30 years on they repeatedly decide that this is the best solution?
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I know I do not stop thinking about everything that must be going wrong during this Solstice in the parts of Exandria that we can't see, but also, has anyone checked on Yussa. He's got weird planar bullshit and magic items up the wazoo. His tower has weird spatial properties from either a dedicated architectural decision or simply arcane effects built up over time. He's probably been using extraplanar prisons as paperweights. Tidepeak Tower is an active warzone from all of the bullshit that just got dumped into the interior of it after centuries of wizarding accumulation and Yussa is probably fighting for his fucking life.
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i need to be chained down
i need to struggle against my bonds, need to cry need to scream, need to feel so utterly helpless and vulnerable
i need it to hurt. I need my ass to be smacked so red that it it brings real tears to my eyes before we're even halfway through. i need the wood of the paddle to SNAP and splinter as it breaks against my body.
i need to be told the most disgusting, cruel, awful things about myself; i need to be degraded and made to feel so small and pathetic and worthless and stupid and i need to be crying on the floor, utterly limp in my bonds from it.
i want to be marked. i want to feel teeth, i want to feel claws, i want my skin to break from the force of them i want to feel the blade against me i want to feel the fear in my whole being as it goes further and further and further
i need to be owned, to be claimed, to be branded with a hot iron, to be caged up and collared. need that collar to shock me, need someone to own me, need someone to hold my remote and press the button until i can't breathe until im choking with sobs and crying on the floor for a second time
when i say i need to be broken
i need to be broken.
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for day 6 of the BC Advent Calendar organized by @another-sun, the twins have put on their special sweaters!
let's just say that a certain someone wanted to get matching sweaters to celebrate the holidays ("c'mon, it'll be fun! besides, this one really suits me, don't you think?"), but another certain someone didn't like most of the designs at all ("no, too colorful", "do you see me wearing something like that?, "led lights on a fucking sweater?", "... absolutely not")
they found the middle ground and now they both get to wear a lovely sweater: Joonas gets one that supposedly defines him quite well, and Joel gets one that lets him stay true to his Edgelord persona 🖤
(looking back, Joel thinks that the one with the led lights was pretty cool...)
individual pics under the cut!
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somebody else write this fic for me please i'm begging
Laufey can’t remember a time before Thor. Logically, she knows that she had a life—a normal life, even. One where she laughed with her friends and spent time with her family and had all the petty, beautiful conflict that could only occur in times of peace.
She can't remember it, though. After Odin betrayed the Jötnar, and after Thor—she had to lock away those idyllic memories for her own safety and sanity. If she thought too long about it, she would cry, and if she cried, she would die.
There were once thousands of them, then hundreds, and then a handful. She wishes she could say it was because they were able to escape, but in reality, it was because she was too slow to save them: for who could outrace a lightning strike?
Twelve years into the slaughter, Odin breached the gates of Jötunheim. She’s still not sure how he did it—maybe Týr cracked under the torture, maybe Mimir deduced a solution to save his own skin, or maybe Odin figured it out on his own. Regardless, he found a crack, and he sent the storm inside.
To her shame, Laufey was not there. But she dreamed of it. She felt the fire blistering her skin, and she choked on the ash of the Ironwood, the one safe place they had left, and when she jerked out of sleep, it was too late. She laid there, on her cot, staring at the sky, and realized that the only thing left she could claim was vengeance.
Months later, worn and weary, she washed up on the shores of a decimated land. The few remaining locals were frightened to see her, and they were even more frightened when she finally was able to communicate her request. Still, they pointed her to an abandoned temple, more rubble than sanctuary. It was exactly as Týr described, if significantly more run down than in his stories.
There, Laufey lit a fire, slit her palm, and let her blood drip into the flames. The smoke rose up, choking out the sky, and Laufey knelt down to pray to a foreign god.
“I seek the Ghost of Sparta,” she said, into the quiet. “I need to slay a pantheon.”
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