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Modern Landscape - Landscape
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Front Yard - Contemporary Landscape
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worshipsam · 1 year
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Concrete Pavers Front Yard in Portland
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poppy-metal · 6 months
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jordan who’s an upperclassman and sooo intimidating who maybe u have a lil crush on until u meet them at a party and theyre sooo mean 🙁🙁 corners u n teases u n u dont know Howww u ever liked them when they dont even let u cum after shoving their fingers in u 🙁🙁
god, it really does hit different because DUH you'd have a crush on jordan fucking li, and you'd never approach them sober but you're at this party and you feel all buzzed and nice and you never have the opportunity to really talk to jordan, run in different circles, they're in higher level classes than you, ect. but they're here tonight, dressed to the nines and it sends warmth running through your veins, a zip of attraction at the way they smile and laugh at something cate said, glass of champagne tipped back, hair loose and soft tonight.
your approach has no tact, you're going on raw instinct, nerves singing and maybe the first few seconds of standing near them should have been enough to warn you away but it isn't. you're too hopeful. you hover by them and they don't even glance at you, like you're so insignificant you dont even register in their presence. but you still try, shuffling on your feet, fidgeting, you tap their shoulder and murmur their name, a wisp in the air "hey, jordan..."
a million butterflies dance in your belly when they do look at you, dark eyes slightly glassy from the alcohol, maybe from the coke they'd bumped earlier, but they cool as they settle on you, raise a perfectly defined brow, "what was that?" they're grinning a little, and its the mean kind, the mocking kind, the 'why is this freshmen talking to me' kind.
still, you stumble "jordan," you say again, louder. "um, hi."
they stare at you, like they're giving you the time to come up with something more. you cant. you feel the humiliation the alcohol had slowed down, now rising to the surface and you wonder what the hell you were thinking approaching jordan fucking li, in the top fucking 5, like you were a somebody, when in, fact, they didn't even know your name.
"do i know you?" they confirm that small feeling, and you wince, shaking your head, taking a step back. jordan sees this and laughs, exchanges a look with cate and you feel like you're on the end of some joke. stupid. "are you going to actually fucking speak or just stand there gawking all night?"
"sorry-" you're already backing away, turning quickly as your body heats up. maybe you can find a corner to hide in forever and disintegrate into dust. "sorry, nevermind."
you don't notice the way their eyes linger on your retreating back, or the way they smirk as they tip their glass back again, something distinctly predatory in those eyes. dont see them lean in to tell cate they'll catch up with her later as they slide like liquid after you, moving with calm intention. a cat stalking a rabbit.
they corner you as you're trying to open the bathroom door, a ringed hand comes up above your head, pushes the door open the rest of the way, and then there's another hand on the small of your back, guiding you forward, inside, you hear the lock click by the time you're turned around ready to - but then their hands on are your waist, back back backing you up until your hips hit the cool counter of the sink.
they're in their fem form now, but that doesn't make them any less intimidating even as they have to look up at you, you still feel your heart hummingbird fast in your chest.
"wha-"
"was that your lame ass attempt at flirting back there, freshie?" their voice is condescending, you'd feel miles more chastised if their hand wasn't moving down to your thigh, soft skin caressing your bsre flesh, dragging up and under your skirt. "thought you could come up and talk your shit in this tiny fucking skirt and I'd fuck you?"
"I-" your voice is a squeak, a mouse. you feel on fire, your head in a hundred different places, on their face, on their eyes, on the cruel tilt to their mouth, on the way their hand feels stroking even higher up your thigh now, almost to the edge of your panties. just barely there. "i didn't- I just wanted-"
"hm? what did you want. go ahead and tell me."
their thumb traces the band of your underwear, dips just inside. you're embarrassingly wet, and they're embarrassingly close to finding that out.
"i just wanted...you. t-thought you looked p-pretty and - I've always wanted - wanted a chance to get to know you -"
it feels silly and ridiculous to admit to something like a crush when their hand is almost on your cunt, but. what can you do. stop them? hell no.
jordans eyes soften just a little, some of that meanness leaking out of them at such a sweet little confession. stroking their ego is always gonna make them fold, you dont know that yet, but its working a hell of alot more than you think.
"that's really sweet." they tell you, and their hand dips fully into your panties now, warm palm cupping the wet heat between your legs. one finger dances along your lips, just shy of parting them - "how about i let you know what i do to cute little freshman who poke their noses around me, hm?"
their eyes have this glint in them as they watch your mouth part, your eyebrows drawn together as you have your little pussy played with. they wonder if this is the first time a woman has touched you this way, if this is the first time you've been touched here by another person, period. and fuck, it turns them on.
"usually, I make them cry. fucking hate entitled little shits like that - wasting my time, but you - well," its evil how conversational they sound as they sink a finger inside you, pump it gently in and out, "you got a nice pussy." they pull their hand away, but before you can whine at the loss they're lifting you, until your ass is perched on the sink, hands rucking your skirt all the way up up up around your waist, "and I'm hungry -"
they sink to their knees.
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idisaestheticblog · 5 months
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pop-up-x · 1 year
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Mathias Weinfurter - Palisade Fence, 2023
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tomwindeknecht · 6 months
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This blooming ocotillo and corrugated metal fence caught my eye. Joshua Tree, California.
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frida--y · 1 year
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mikesbasementbeets · 1 year
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i'm so sure that all the grid/cage/web imagery means something, there's so much of it and just
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eopederson · 4 months
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Stone house with corrugated metal roof and wagon wheel fence, Eureka, Nevada, 2020.
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lionfloss · 2 years
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"«Magma» is not the most documentary, but the most personal story I’ve ever made. A thousand knives hanging in the air, and after eight years of war, they’re getting closer and closer. I was scared, and I started visualizing my anxiety with a photography." by lisa_kalev (2021-2022)
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mockingnerd · 20 days
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1500s German fencing master 🤜🤛 1980s thrash metal legends
(…plus 21st century metal fan/historical fencer/designer hit with a lightning bolt of inspiration)
If this is also your hyper specific brand of interests, you can get it here! 🤘
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collectate · 2 years
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he is literally like
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