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chubbidust · 1 month
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our child
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dustyhyena · 13 days
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if nintendo isn't gonna elaborate on how agent 4 is involved in side order then im gonna do it myself in the stupidest way possible
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palatinewolfsblog · 11 months
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"Justice too long delayed is justice denied."
Martin Luther King.
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hiddurmitzvah · 1 year
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This is a jewish tombstone
from a small hungarian village, Tuzsér. It is standing in the middle of litter, as the place of the jewish cemetery is nowadays used as a garbage dump.
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When I found this place, I knew I should include it in the zine that we created on the Art of Abandoned Jewish Cemeteries of Hungary, since we wanted to raise attention to the sad state of jewish cemeteries of the country. As it is visible by the blessing hands symbol, this tombstone belongs to a kohanite person, who is a descendant just like all other kohanites, of the high priests of the Temple.
What we can read at the tombstone is just a short line, which says Here lies the elderly Yehuda, son of Cvi Ha-kohen, died in 1906.
This is how it ended up eventually in the Art of Abandoned Jewish Cemeteries zine, the symbol was reproduced with lino cut and the surrounding text explains the symbols and share a bit about the history of the community of Tuzsér:
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If you wanna support our project to preserve the memory of the former jewish communities of the hungarian countryside along with the cemeteries themselves, you can order from the zine here:
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splat-details · 23 days
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30f - Control Room
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artsymii · 1 month
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I want to h o l d him-
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one-time-i-dreamt · 4 months
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I was asked to order a drink in a city I'd never been to before, but the barista only spoke Chinese (for reference, I'm half-Chinese). Given that I do not speak Chinese, I did not know how to order, angering both my father and the barista.
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myacademiaescape · 4 months
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How important is the packaging?
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cerberus253 · 6 months
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Close-ups, more or less. Ignore any mistakes, I have learned.
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a-path-by-the-moon · 19 days
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chubbidust · 1 month
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smollusk grows up
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rookthorne · 10 months
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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐀𝐧 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫
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A dynamic switch on a night of relaxation gives you an opportunity to reap the rewards of being between your wolves, and with the two of them fighting over control, you knew you were in for a wild ride.
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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ➣ Bodyguard!CW!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ➣ 2.0k
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ➣ Absolute Filth. ჻჻჻ SMUT: Dom!Bucky, Sub!James, Sub!Reader, sensation play, thigh riding ჻჻჻ KINKS: Daddy/Sir, praise, choking, degradation in Russian
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ➣ Well, we had Dom!James, so why not have Dom!Bucky, too?
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ➣ THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND by Bad Omens
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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ➣ @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer ჻჻჻ Week 3 — In My Lap — Masterlist
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𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐨𝐯 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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“What are you doing?”
The question was innocent enough — the reasoning, however? Well, Bucky wasn’t known to be angelic, not in the slightest. 
It was movie night. You were sitting between James and Bucky, happily holding the bowl of snacks you had procured from the kitchen, entirely engrossed in the film playing on the TV — a new release that your friends had recommended, and you were enjoying it so far. 
Bucky, though, seemed to have other ideas — if his continuous glances in your direction and subtle shifts closer were anything to go by. 
“Nothin’,” he murmured, his breath now ghosting over your shoulder, and you huffed. 
“Doesn’t seem like nothing, Buck. I wanna watch the movie.” The snack bowl rustled when you pulled it closer to your middle, determined to ignore his advances. 
“I have a much more comfortable seat for you, sweetheart,” Bucky rumbled, his voice low and gravelly — the way he knew you couldn’t resist. “Just want you in my lap, c’mon.”
James sighed next to you, and you glanced quickly into his face to see him rolling his eyes, muttering something under his breath that sounded Russian. 
“No- Ah!” The living room whirled and shifted as you were picked up and pulled to sit on Bucky’s lap sideways, his arms caging you to his chest — thankfully, your snacks still remained in the bowl. “Hey!”
Bucky laughed, tucking his face into your neck, his stubble tickling the soft skin as he kissed it. “Now you can watch the movie, doll.”
“Whatever,” you huffed, settling in to continue watching the movie, and you had to admit that it was actually a lot better — until you looked at James to find him staring at you, his eyes intense and calculating, like he was solving a problem or working out the trajectory of a shot. It unnerved you. “Jamie?”
“Don’t you worry about him,” Bucky said, pulling his face out of your neck to look over at James. “He’s just jealous because he wanted you in his lap, and I claimed you first.”
A lot of things happened at once. One minute, you were sitting contentedly in Bucky’s lap, snack bowl in hand — then, you watched James’ expression twist and darken, a snarl on his lips as he shifted over, and forcefully pulled you from Bucky’s grip, and into his own lap. 
The bowl in your hands went flying and you let out a squeal of shock. “Jesus, take it easy!”
“Nyet,” James growled, his hands anchoring your hips down onto his thighs. “Stay where I put you, Kisa,” he ordered, and your eyes widened slightly — there was no room for you to squirm in his grip for you to even try and move. “If Bucky won’t share… I will just take you for myself.”
“Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” Bucky said, his tone clipped, and you watched as he rose from the couch to stand behind you, his frame hovering over you. “I know you can share, James, after all,” Bucky licked his lips, and his hand moved to grab your neck, his thumb brushing up and down softly, carefully. You let out a quiet whimper at the gentle touch and he squeezed. “Don’t interrupt me, sweetheart—as I was saying, James, you can share.”
James tilted his head up to stare into Bucky’s face, and the heat from his gaze, while not directed at you, made you shiver. “And what makes you think that? What makes you think you have any control right now?”
You could feel Bucky shift behind you, and his face rested against the side of yours while his hand cupped your neck, the other trailing down your spine to cup your ass. The tension was making your stomach twist in anticipation. James’ snarl hadn’t abated or morphed into the usual calm, stoic expression he adopted, and you could sense the smugness billow off Bucky in waves — you could feel it in his touch. 
“Because I know you want to bud' khoroshim mal'chikom.”
Whatever Bucky had just said to James flipped a switch within him, and his grip tightened considerably. His expression softened, only just, and his eyes had gone a little wide. You suspected he had been winded with the way his breath hitched in his throat. 
“Wha- What did you just–?”
“Never you mind, sweetheart,” Bucky said, and he kissed your cheek. “James is gonna help you feel really good, now—aren’t you?” The question was directed towards the man beneath you, but the heat from Bucky’s words settled low in your stomach. “Go on then, Jamie, do as you’re told.”
The perch you had on James’ thighs shifted and spread you further as he sat up more, his hands quickly finding their way to the hem of your shirt — not a tremble in sight. It was methodical, the way he grasped the fabric, glanced up at you to await permission, and you smiled, nodding once. The fabric flew across the room, and both men moaned quietly at the sight of your braless chest. 
“Fuck,” Bucky breathed. “Such pretty tits, baby.”
James looked at you with pleading eyes, and you ran your hands through his hair, gripping it and pulling towards your chest. A soft moan fell from your lips as James lapped at a nipple, teasing with his teeth every other lick, and his hand cupped your other breast to tweak at it. 
“James, please,” you sighed, biting your lip against a low whine. “Feels good, sir.”
A pleased hum came from behind you, and Bucky’s hand moved to run through James’ hair as he paid attention to your chest. The contact made James’ whimper, a small nip against your skin making it bloom red before Bucky pulled him off.
The sight was beautiful — James’ eyes were hooded, his lips slack as he ran his tongue over them. 
“Ride his thigh, sweetheart,” Bucky purred right into your ear. “Ride him for daddy, use him.”
James swallowed and glanced between the two of you, desperate and hungry.. “Please, kisa, I want it.”
“Oh, Jamie,” you cooed. “Alright.”
“I’ll help you,” Bucky said, and his hands moved to your waist to push you down against the muscle of James’ thighs. The pressure against your clothed heat made you exhale shakily. “You remember how to move, don’t you, baby?”
You nod hastily, and you feel Bucky push up against your back, one of his hands moving to gently squeeze the sides of your neck, the other forcing James’ head back towards your breasts. “Go on then, move for daddy.”
A low whine built in your throat at the flickers of pleasure from James’ mouth and Bucky’s grip, the slow motions of your hips grinding back and forth against James’ thighs only stoking the flames. 
The pressure from James’ grip on your hips doubled to be bruising, and you let out a whimper as he made your slow rhythm speed up, the drag of fabric and the assault of his tongue made a pleasant buzz begin beneath your skin — you wanted more. 
“Can I–” You cleared your throat of the high pitch rasp. “I need more, please, please—just need something-”
James moaned around your breast and took a hardened peak into his mouth, the wet heat of it made you cry out, and you gasped when he sucked. “Such a khoroshiy mal'chik, Jamie,” Bucky rasped, his voice tight with restraint. “Make her move faster.”
Your hips were manipulated easily in James’ grip, the movements of his tongue and mouth never ceasing as he began to pant lightly, his breath fanning over goosebump-ridden flesh. “Fuck, daddy, sir—feels s’good,” you moaned, and Bucky grinned down at you. 
“Hear that, shlyukha? You’re making her feel good, just as you should be,” Bucky called over the combined sound of your whimpers and James’ low whines. You could feel his thighs become taut under you, and you vaguely registered his hips twitching in sync with yours. “You better make her cum, byt' khoroshim dlya menya.”
There was no doubt about it this time — James’ hips jerked and his teeth marked the flesh of a breast, a husky moan muffled as he redoubled his efforts. Pleasure burned through every nerve leaving you breathless under their touch, the combined insistent pressure against your clit from James’ thigh, the continued laves of his tongue over your chest and Bucky squeezing your throat became far too much. 
“Oh! Jamie—sir, fuck,” you cried as his hands moved you faster, your pace entirely in his control now. Every inch of your being lit up as Bucky’s breath brushed against the shell of your ear. “I’m close!”
“So pretty like this, sweetheart,” Bucky whispered, shifting his hand so he could kiss the side of your neck. “So pretty for your sir and daddy, huh? Bet you’re feeling really good with Jamie’s tongue all over your tits—his hands bruising your hips, aren’t you?”
“Uh-huh, please,” you breathed, your hands grabbing at James’ shoulders. “Need to cum, please, oh god, ‘m so close!”
“Poor thing,” Bucky simpered. He flexed his grip on James’ hair, making his breath falter on a moan as his head was pulled back. “When she cums, Jamie, you can too—don’t think that I can’t see you’re just as fuckin’ needy as she is.”
“Y-Yes,” James hiccuped, his lips bitten red and slick with drool. 
“Fuckin’ look at you, shlyukha,” Bucky growled. Even with his attention elsewhere, James’ rhythm didn’t slow, if anything, it became faster. “So desperate to cum with our kitten.”
James whined, a loud cry that was unmatched in its need, and you choked on a moan at the sound — fire began to consume you from the inside out and the edges of your vision turned fuzzy. “‘M gonna cum! Don’t stop!”
“Need you to cum for us, baby,” Bucky purred, his hand tightening on the sides of your neck again. “James needs you to cum, fuckin’ look at him.”
You look at James. His shoulders were shuddering with the heaved and aborted gasps for breath, and his hips jerked when your clothed cunt brushed against his twitching cock — a glistening patch of precum staining the crotch of his pants. He looked utterly and divinely wrecked, the sight searing into your mind like a tattoo. 
“Sir, sir—please,” you begged, groping up his shoulders until you cupped his jaw to force him to look at you. There was only a thin rim of grey in his eyes; lust had blown them black. “Make me cum, need it—need you to cum with me.”
“Fuck,” James moaned. “Kisa, please, please–”
Both you and James froze as your combined releases hit at once, your loud cries and James’ shout filling the room while Bucky’s soothing praises brought you back down to earth — a shivering mess in James’ lap, where his pants were soaked in both your slick, and his spend. 
“Fuck, you two are killin’ me,” Bucky said hoarsely, guiding you down to lay against James’ heaving chest, and whose arms wrapped around your middle to hold you. The couch creaked as Bucky flopped down beside you two — a very obvious tent at his crotch. “Tak krasivo, both of you did so good for me.”
“Thank you, daddy,” you breathed, still shivering in James’ embrace. Bucky smiled and sighed, looking to the ceiling, a blissed smile on his lips. 
Suddenly, you felt James move under you, and you peeked up at him, and he shook his head minutely — a mischievous glint in his eye. When Bucky closed his eyes, just for a minute, James slipped you very carefully off his chest, and pounced. 
A yell of surprise from Bucky was muffled and interrupted by James forcing his tongue into Bucky’s mouth, grinding hard into his lap. You watched as Bucky fisted James’ hair in his grip, and planted his feet to thrust up against the weight in his lap, but James pulled back, a wicked grin on his crazed expression.
For a single, split second, Bucky looked apprehensive.
“Now it’s my turn to give the orders, daddy,” James snarked, and you snorted a laugh, content to watch the two men you loved go at one another like animals until you could join in.
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bud' khoroshim mal'chikom = be a good boy shlyukha = whore byt' khoroshim dlya menya = be good for me tak krasivo = so beautiful
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⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁
⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁
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splatella · 1 year
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Far From the Light (Side Order)
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hyeahgaku · 8 months
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SAKAMOTO DAYS Lock Screen Wallpapers - a compilation thread
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palatinewolfsblog · 8 months
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"The deep critical thinker has become
the misfit of the world,
this is not a coincidence.
To maintain order and control
you must isolate
the intellectual,
the sage,
the philosopher,
the savant
before their ideas awaken people."
Carl Jung.
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thirdity · 1 month
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What we have been waiting for all our lives is this disordering of the order that suffocates us. Some object should be destroyed in this disordering (destroyed as an object and, if possible, as something "separate"). We gravitate to the negation of that limit of death, which fascinates like light. For the disordering of the object — the destruction — is only worthwhile insofar as it disorders us, insofar as it disorders the subject at the same time.
Georges Bataille, "The Cruel Practice of Art"
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