(Oh, adding to my: reasons houston is the fucking worst—
I was given PEANUTBUTTER WHISKEY there
1) allergic to nuts
2) should be a crime?????
i didnt think to ask “what is this??” because PEANUTBUTTER WHISKEY is the last fucking thing i was thinking about and when i saw gold, assumed tequila— ya know like a normal person.
cue a Not Fun Time after.
anyway, houston sucks, the end.)
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well this morning kinda sucked but i made myself leave the house and i ambled around aimlessly at barnes and noble for a few hours. came home and started watching onward on disney—almost took a nap on the couch but then ashley called me to wish me happy birthday and we talked for a few hours. i cant wait to be in ireland in september
after we got off the phone my dad and i made dinner together and my dad went out after work and got me a lego set so i could have something to open today (my mom will be home tomorrow and that’s when we will celebrate properly)
my grandparents called me a talked with me for a few minutes and they sang me happy birthday like they always do and i always love it so much and i’m on my freaking period and i just started crying
and my dad and i watched romancing the stone i never saw it before and wanted to watch an old movie it was actually really good
and my both my sisters surprisingly texted me and told me happy birthday. the youngest one hasn’t done that for the past two years. it was surprising to say the least
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Just saw Barbie at my local cinema and holy shit was it an experience.
People from all walks of life, families with their daughters, young lovers, seniors all came to see Barbie and all appropriately dressed in hot pink.
Especially fitting considering the film’s humanistic message. You don’t have to be all of the things that are expected of you, what you are already is good enough, so just enjoy yourself! Such a universal message that I think only something like Barbie could pull off.
But also this film is on Zoolander levels of humour, could not breathe during the Ken-off.
Ken out of Ken.
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nsfw 18+
I feel like aotc!anakin would be so so desperate to touch you, but so so afraid to lose the self control he’s being taught. Nights laying together, turning into messes of teeth clashing and panting through kisses were becoming just not enough. So you can bet that he brings something up one night, “I heard about something from another padawan in the temple today…” bracing yourself for what he’s about to say, “I heard, technically we could do stuff,” he insinuates, “we just can’t move.”
(basically this man is describing soaking let’s be fr).
Not caring about the logistics of this, just needing to feel his fat cock stretching you out, you find yourself on top of him. Both clothed, too eager, too inexperienced, too needy. Your hands resting on his chest, both legs wrapped around his waist as he’s below you, eyes rolling to the back of his head as your wet heat envelopes him. The ache he’s felt for months dissipates in that moment.
He’s looking at you like you hung the moon, eyes half lidded, mouth open with soft pants coming from his lips, his big hands massaging your hips, moving up and down your side occasionally. He’s whimpering after a few minutes, everything is too much for him. It’s all new, and in the best way possible, but he’s about to lose control, he knows he is. How couldn’t he right now.
“I can’t do this much longer…” he trails off.
Thinking you’ve done something wrong you immediately come alive again. The sweet ache in your pussy from his size, the feeling of his chest heaving beneath your hands, the dimly lit room, you were in another world. Another world where he would finally take control, finally bend you over, finally fuck you.
“Ani, what do you mean?” you breath, out of your daze.
“I mean I need to do something. Now.” oh.
His hands were travelling up your shirt now, pushing it up above your breasts, his left hand massaging you tit, pinching at your nipple. His right hand moving to your neck and jaw, placing his thumb over your lips.
You’ve done it before, sucked his fingers. Your lips move slightly to give a small kiss to the pad of his thumb before sticking your tongue out to swipe up the length of it. His eyes watching your every movement, dropping his other hand back to your hip. For Anakin, that was all he needed. He was losing the control he thought he so greatly possessed.
You felt too good wrapped around him, like he could feel your heartbeat, your wetness dripping down onto his balls, his thighs, he could smell it. He was drunk off of you, barely taken a sip, he did need more. His hips finally rutting up into you, a gasp escaping your lips “Ani-“. He knew it surprised you, but he needed this. He deserved this. He deserved you, everything your body gave was for him, and he was finally taking it.
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