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medullam · 1 year
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DJ Lepke [London, c. 1983]
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whyyareallnamestaken · 8 months
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Mint lepke a lángot, mindig észrevettem őt, még akkor is, ha nem akartam.
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wildiesong · 9 months
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"Sötét van akkor, amikor vége van a napnak. Néhány lámpát a DÉDÁSZ-nál még üzembe' hagynak. Higgyék a bogarak, legyek, szúnyogok és lepkék, Hogy az, ami a vége, kurva nagy fényesség."
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page-28 · 2 years
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Skankerchief
Too good, too many memories
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bonniekajai · 1 year
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trixi096 · 2 years
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Újabb kis vendégünk❤️🦋❤️ #butterfly #butterfiles🦋 #animals #butterfiles #pillangó #lepke #trixiphoto🦋🦋🦋 (helyszín: Budapest, Hungary) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChOAO5NKp6M/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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alfredsonger · 11 months
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Albert Anastasia Escaped the Electric Chair to Die in a Barber Chair True Crime | True Crime Podcasts on Youtube | True Crime Documentary Albert Anastasia (born “Anastasio,” the masculine form of the Italian name) was a mobster who came out of the tough streets of Lower Manhattan to run one of the Five Families of La Cosa Nostra through the first half of the 20th century. Along the way, he built a reputation as one of the Mob’s most feared killers. Anastasia was reportedly a member of Murder Incorporated, the kill-for-hire crew that worked for Charlie “Lucky” Luciano and others in the years of Prohibition. Anastasia was, according to reports, one of the four men in 1931 who assassinated Giuseppe “Joe the Boss” Masseria, a powerful Mob boss, in the bloody gang rivalry known as the Castellammarese War. Anastasia was charged in three murders – in 1928, 1932 and 1933 – but in each case, witnesses either disappeared or refused to testify. Two other high-level Mob informants, both under police custody, died before their testimony helped bring Anastasia to trial, in 1941 and 1942. During World War II, Anastasia joined the U.S. Army. He also reportedly helped engineer the deal that eventually allowed Luciano, then ostensibly serving a life sentence for multiple prostitution-related convictions, to get out of prison (and go into exile in Italy) in exchange for keeping the New York City docks free of wartime Nazi infiltration. Anastasia worked for the Army training longshoremen on the East Coast. In 1943, he received U.S. citizenship for his military service, and he was honorably discharged from the Army in 1944. Eventually, Gambino moved against his sometime family boss. Anastasia was gunned down while he was sitting in a barber chair in Manhattan. Gambino assumed the family leadership, which would eventually become known as the Gambino crime family.
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theodoreangelos · 2 years
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Papilio machaon Old World swallowtail – Schwalbenschwanz – fecskefarkú lepke – otakárek fenyklový – vidlochvost feniklový – ritariperhonen – makaonfjäril – koninginnenpage – махаон – 산호랑나비 – 金鳳蝶 – キアゲハ – مذناب مقون – זנב סנונית נאה
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ozdeg · 2 years
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findingnemosworld · 6 months
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𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲 - 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐬𝐳𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐳𝐥𝐚𝐢
• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬!!
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬!
𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩*𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭.
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢, 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 😘
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" Angyalok, where are you? "
She heard his deep voice echo through the living room while she was in the en-suite bathroom adjusting the maroon lingerie set she had purchased, the details were a mixture of lace and silk that complimented her skin tone; once she was certain that everything was in place - she covered her surprise with one of his Leipzig jersey's she had lying around just as she heard his footsteps inside of the bedroom, " Baba? "
She inhaled a deep breath then exhaled before leisurely treading out to face him, with a soft and seemingly innocent smile across her crimson coated lips. " There's the birthday boy "
His face lights up in joy and relief, " Didn't you hear me? " he wonders as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.
The gesture sent flutters straight through her heart; just then she looks up at him and replies, " I did but I wanted to adjust the surprise I had "
His brows knit in pure confusion, " Surprise? " he echoed.
She nods, with a visible beam across her features. " Domi, do you trust me? "
He smiles, " Of course I do baba, why do you ask? "
" Sit at the edge of the bed then " She responds, gesturing to their bed.
He glances at the bed then back at her, " Édesem? "
Her eyes widen, a trick she often used on him whenever she needed anything, her lips pucker in a pout as she said. " Domi, sit at the edge of the bed, pretty please "
He chuckles then shrugs, " Alright, I'll bite " he treads towards the bed, sitting at the edge. " Now what? "
Three minutes had passed before she finally walked up to him, she stood between his legs; tentatively caressing his stubbled cheeks with her hands eliciting a soft half sigh half moan from him, " Baba? what are you doing? "
" It's 12:00am, which means it's October 25 " She starts with a soft tone, her thumbs caress the apples of his cheeks, the action eliciting a smile from the two of them. " which also means it's your birthday " she leans in to press a kiss on his head.
He breathes out a soft sigh, resting his forehead on her abdomen, his hands reaching in to knead the soft skin before she swats them away, he lifts his head up and pouts, " Baba, why did you do that? "
She giggled in response, leaning in to peck his lips, " Because I have a surprise ... " just then, she kneeled down to her knees in front of him.
His eyes widened, a surge of crimson coating his cheeks, his breaths grew labored; he swallowed a visible lump in his throat. " Kislány " he whispers.
Her hand palmed him through the front of his pants, eliciting a low whine from him. " I've always wanted to do that " she whispers, mostly to herself; just then, she gently pulls both his pants and boxers to free him from the restriction, her gaze is momentarily fixated on the tip of his cock, pleading for attention, she looks up at him to add on, " Can I Domi ? " she whispers.
He chuckles softly, his digits threading through her hair," Do you even have to ask édes lepke? "
She smiles, tentatively wrapping her petite hand around the sensitive skin. " Is this alright? "
A strangled moan erupts from his lips followed by a gasp, " It's more than alri- Oh Fuck! " his eyelids flutter shut, he leans his head back to allow himself to truly relish in the moment; his digits continue to stroke her hair, " Oh baba, you're taking my cock so well in your mouth "
She'd taken as much of him as she could while her free hand stroked the rest to create an even rhythm, she looks up and in that moment, she wished she could frame the sight she saw in her mind for all eternity, her boyfriend was undone entirely, his brows knit with his eyes tightly shut; labored breaths erupting from his parted lips, the mere sight shot waves of desire straight to her pulsing walls that craved his tongue.
He struggled as she'd thrust her warm lips in and out, coating his length with her spit; all of a sudden, he felt tongue lick a stripe through the underside causing his eyes to widen, " Baba " he sighs, whimpering. " Istenem, annyira jó vagy ebben, Istenem ... "
The sounds they made in unison were enough to spur her into using her free hand to caress her swollen pussy, the action catching his attention. " Baba, I'm going to cum "
She pulls back, with only the tip buried inside of her mouth; her hand stroked at a rapid pace, while her tongue licked stripes against his slit to spur him on.
" Fuck, yes baba ... that's it " He cooed, caressing her hair before pulling it into a makeshift ponytail; just then, he tenses, letting out a deep groan before muttering, " Milyen édes kislány, hogy így vigyáz rám "
She laps up every single bit before pulling back, a trail of spit connecting her lips to the tip of his cock; just then, without so much of a warning, she's hoisted up to his lap. " Did you like the first part of your birthday gift? " she wonders, giggling when he attacked her neck with gentle kisses and bites.
" There's a second part? " He echoes, lifting his head up to look up at her curiously before adding on with a laugh, " I mean, what else could top you sucking the day light out of me with those gorgeous ... " he pecks her lips, " lips you got "
Instead of responding, she lifts the hem of his jersey, lifting the material over her head to reveal the 'surprise' she had on, his gaze trails over her figure before darting back up to her eyes, she smiled sweetly. " Well? "
He slammed his lips onto hers, soft groans emitting from him. " You'll be the death of me pillangó " he whispers against her lips.
She giggled then replied, " We can't have that happening to the birthday boy, now come on " she interlocked their hands together, looking down for a moment before adding on. " Don't you want to unwrap your gift? "
He lifts both of her hands, peppering them with soft pecks before he muttered. " I thought you'd never ask "
She lifts his t-shirt over his head, cradling his face between her hands while his diligent digits unclasp the bra; moving on to untie the small knots which loosened the material for him to slip it off of her, his lips pull back to trail kisses across her jaw, down to her neck, to her shoulder and then down to her breasts, one hand caresses and squeezes one while his lips wrapped around the other, she sighs softly, " Domi " - He grunts in response, rolling his tongue around her nipple in a circular motion before directing his attention to the other one.
Once he was satisfied with his work, he lifts his head up to capture her lips back in a searing kiss, he pushed her onto the bed, her back hitting the mattress while he proceeded to undress himself entirely then her, he caged her in his arms while they continued to exchange passionate kisses; suddenly, he pulls back to rest his forehead over hers. " Baba "
She hums in response, " What is darling? "
He smiles, pecking her lips before he caressed her soft cheek with his hand. " Szeretlek, jobban szeretlek, mint ahogy igazán ki tudom fejezni, édes lányom "
She wasn't a stranger to the times he would choose to speak in his mother tongue; while she'd often not understand some of what he says, in this very moment - his gaze spoke more of the meaning behind his words, she wraps one arm around him to tug him into a sweet kiss before whispering, " Domi "
" Igen, édes kislány " He murmurs, pecking her lips a few times.
" I need you " She said, with a soft almost inaudible tone. " Please! "
His eyes flutter a shut; a deep groan erupts from him. " I thought you'd never ask " he whispers, " however, I have a condition since it is my birthday, and I get what I want "
She smiles, " Go ahead then, birthday boy? "
He lies down next to her, gesturing to his lap which prompted her to giggle, climbing on top of him. " Ride me édes kislány, ride my cock "
Excitement lights up her features at his request, she adjusts her position, using her hand to guide his cock inside of her slick walls, the pair moaning in unison at the deliciously torturous friction. " Fuck Domi " she whines.
" I know kicsikém " He groans, reaching over to rub her clit with his thumb. " Every time is better than the last, your pussy was made for me kicsikém "
She composed herself before setting the perfect pace for the two of them, " Domi, you feel so good "
" So do you ... your perfect pussy wrapped around my cock " He sighs, lifting himself up to busy himself with tending to her breasts.
Her thrusts grew rapid, so much so that the room was full of the sound of skin to skin contact, " Domi " she whispers, biting her lip.
" You're going to cum hm? I can feel you squeezing my cock kislány " He whispers in her ear before pressing a kiss behind her ear.
" Oh my god, I'm close " She whimpers, her eyes brimming with tears. " Fuck Domi, just like that "
He ups the friction on his end, his lips parted releasing labored breaths and groans, " Baba, cum for me " he moans in her ear. " Let's cum together, I'm right there with you "
His thrusts weakened; their lips reconnected immediately before a muffled moan escaped from the two of them, followed by them collapsing on top of the bed - two minutes had passed before he tugs her close to him to kiss her once more then whisper, " Thank you for this lovely present baba "
" My pleasure " She beams.
They lay there, gazing into each other's eyes with pure adoration before he broke the silence by whispering, " I'm in the mood for a shower? "
The undertone behind 'shower' elicited a giggle from her, " A shower? as in .... "
He smirks, " as in me fucking you senseless there, so yes or no? "
" You won't find any rejecti- Oh my god " She laughs the moment he hoists her up in his shoulder taking her into the bathroom.
" You said it's my birthday, and I'm going to take full advantage of that " He smiles.
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southernhispanics · 3 months
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TORCIDO TUESDAY: Bobby from East Side EIGHTEEN STREET, Capone from ROCK MARAVILLA, Dopey from FORTY OUNCE POSSE, Lucky from SANTA MONICA 17 and Lepke from REBELS 13 in Corcoran. Be sure to check the hashtag for more photos of this varrio.
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ertelmetvesztettszo · 3 months
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Régóta részeg vagyok már, de úgy érzem nem ittam még eleget a vodka kevésbé marja torkom, mint az arcod képzelete lelkemet Reflexből ne mondj nekem semmit, előbb lélegezz két mélyet előre én sem tudhattam, hogy mi lesz majd ha nem nyomjuk a féket meghívtalak a világomba, ahol nem volt kerti tó csak mocsár ha üvegházban akarsz élni, ne ijedj meg ha eltörik egy pohár a valósággal találkozva hamar felszökött az egekbe a lázad áldozatot játszva kést adtál a kezembe és tartottad a hátad beszálltam a játékodba amiben csalni kellett hogy megnyerjem nyertem de a csalás után nem bírtam rendet tenni a fejemben megmutattam az életet, te megmutattad másnak amit tőlem tanultál szégyen nélkül értél hozzám, pedig tudtam hogy nála aludtál láttam a hátadon egy cipzárt ami a farkas rejtéséhez kellett túl hamar eljött a tavasz mikor az ártatlan bárány vedlett szelíd vad voltál, nem martál meg, sőt még csak rám sem morogtál évekig az éles karmaid közt éltem, míg egyszer torkon ragadtál mégsem szelíd vadállat vagy, hanem megvadult fekete lepke aki másokat bánt határ nélkül bármikor ha kétségbe van esve megmutattam hogy kell kötni, és egyből magadhoz kötöttél hozzá egymáshoz ijesztően közel kerülve mentünk mindketten rommá fulladoztam, lilult a testem és szétvágta a bőröm a fonál azt kértem lazíts kicsit a kötésen, és te még egyet szorítottál türelmesen kivártam míg a fonál lebomlott rólunk idővel teljesen végül méreggel a szívünkben váltunk el, de még félig szerelmesen ma éjjel abban bízva iszok hogy az alkohol fertőtleníti a sebet vagy legalább csak felejtsem el, már ha ilyen mélyeket el lehet.
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troger · 5 months
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egyébként meg lassan a krássaimról is listát írhatnék, mert akármilyen intenzívek, egy pár nap után elmúlnak
a kráss nálam több annál, mint hogy valaki bejön
általában hirtelen történő, villámcsapásszerű érzés, ami baromi erősen összeköti a lelkemet egy másik lélekkel
egy szinte ellenállhatatlan vonzalom, mint szög a mágnesre, mint lepke a gyertyalángra, úgy gravitálok felé, húz a lélekfonál
jó sokszor bele is repültem a lángba, mert mindig azt hittem, ez csak kölcsönös lehet
de nem, csomószor - legtöbbször - egyoldalú, csak én látok meg a másikban valamit, ami vagy nincs is ott, vagy nem szeretné megosztani
és persze ismerem a másik oldalát is - női szemmel nem -, amikor valaki rámkattan, én meg nem tudok mit kezdeni vele és lebeszélném a tévedésről
így öreg fejjel viszont már van ebben is rutin: semmit nem erőltetni, és mindent elfogadni, úgy, ahogy van
(letisztultan kommunikálni)
és így ezek a krássok roppant hasznosak most nekem: kivezetnek a depresszióból, fogják a kezem
izgalomba hoznak, simogatják az összecsoffadt önbecsülésemet mint ember és mint hapsi, segítenek újra megtalálni a napfényt önmagamban
igazolják, hogy bár nemén volt az eddigi legjobb társam, utána is van élet, nem vagyok magányra ítélve, ha nem akarom
egy (nem olyan) kis darab akkor meghalt belőlem, de én nem haltam meg
itt vagyok, lélegzem, élni akarok, és szeretni akarok, magamat is (!)
az élet Van
a szeretet Egy
köszönöm a krássaimnak - azoknak is, akik sosem tudják meg, mit adtak nekem ajándékba: egy varázslatos pillanatot a múló univerzumban
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Lehet e ugy elni hogy rettegsz az erzeseidet kimutatni ?
Lehet e rettegve szeretni
Hogy ott lepked a ketely a sarkadban
Vajon o is elfog majd hagyni ?
Talan tenyleg ekkora gond van velem
Hogy tul szelsosegesen erzek
Es tul melyen ?
Hogy tul koran hiszek
Es tul sokaig el bennem a remeny …
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bereczkytamas · 8 months
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Minden lepke számít. 🦋
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2ndbaroness · 20 days
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Erdei csendélet
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Avagy ahol lószar van, ott veréb lepke is van
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