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adam fucked belle hard disney
Japanese girl with huge tits goes crazy
Lily Jordan teen college girl in sex act on desk
NAKED TWERK SESH
comendo o cu do novinho no quintal
le da una buena mamada en su carro
Gordita tetona muestra sus enormes tetas
Wife in side boob leotard no bra pierced nipples shoppinh
Awesome GILF with big boobs fucks herself in ass
Petite nubile cowgirl has an fantastic casting session
#huh#lustrousness#derationalize#unachievability#double-struck#Durkheim#sea-torn#loofa#hypersensitivenesses#writee#sohyun#chondroplast#enure#scudded#conventical#compressingly#anfractuosity#slidingly#emprendimiento#factitial
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#Alex gaudino#destination calabria#2007#music#music video#video#saxaphone#satisfaction#benny benassi#fedde le grand#put your hands up for Detroit#let me think about it#ida corr#day ‘n’ night#kid cudi#crookers#remix#enur#natasja#calabria 2007#the creeps#Camille jones#2009#mason#princess superstar#mason vs princess superstar#perfect (exceeder)#michael gray#Shelly Poole#borderline
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Enur ft. Natasja - Calabria 2007 (Official HD Video) [2007] | MINISTRY V...
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Ok, so I'm reading a book on sacrifice in Ancient Greece (human specifically) and currently on detailed discussion of types of animal sacrifices and how they were divided up, and this has prompted a question I am unqualified to answer myself... did Agamemnon eat Iphigenia?
#and by extension was Polyxena possibly as well?#like I have never encountered this as a point of discussion and I feel like I should have if it were true?#and yet Iphigenia is clearly presented as an animal sacrifice#in which case part of her body would become a burnt offering#but the rest would have been consumed by the sacrificers#idk what other interpretation I'm supposed to draw#even for someone as enured to cannibalism and human sacrifice as I am this is such a GHOULISH idea#I need a satisfactory answer#also you know there are the shades of discussion of 'how guilty is agamemnon and how much should we blame him vis a vis#Clytemnestra's justification or lack thereof#but I'm sorry if you ate my daughter I'm going to kill you#I don't care how 'justified' you might have been#greek mythology#the iliad#iphigenia#agamemnon#iphigenia in aulis
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love when you think your period is over and then it hits you with the severe, bleeding to death wounded animal style uno reverse card
#moaning like a beaft in a trap core#menstruation tw#unsanitary#ig idk i’m really enured to blood. until i get my gd hysterectomy i gotta deal but damn am i mad about it
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The most daunting part of tf armada is when they threaten to give Hot Shot the matrix and im just sitting there like... they couldnt possibly... they wouldnt... name a character shotimus prime... right?
#some shit#its not called cisformers#yeah ill risk the name searching on this one...#if anyone does see this and shotimus prime is real in a later show. just. dont tell me ill get there.#i know i posted it b4 but if u need context thats the convention from the movie where they named rod -> rod.imus#which yeah...dickimus. but some how i could handle more than shotimus.... maybe im just enured to it.#well anyway dont worry abt what inspired this post
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Made in April 2022. Originally titled "Another Banger" but it really describes my dizzying spiral- not just descent, rather a fast and rapid crash into another flop era. The track list is as bubbly as it is erratic. It almost makes no sense but you can’t help to stan!!!!
#hyperpop#dj#pop#soundcloud#mixtape#glitch gum#miranda cosgrove#charli xcx#enur feat Natasja#legendary#rupaul#SoundCloud
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OLDIES SUNDAY: Enur X Natasja Saad - Calabria 2007 (2007)
In recognition of Women’s History Month, we take the time out to feature Women who have made great contributions to our music culture. While we celebrate the Women all year over here, we recognize some through our Oldies Sunday section. For today’s selection, we head on over to Denmark for Reggae/Dancehall/Hip Hop Artist Natasja Saad’s “Calabria 2007“.
Done in collaboration with Danish Producers…
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#13thstreetpromo#13thstreetpromotions#blog#Calabria 2007#dancehall#dancehall music#Denmark#Enur#House Music#jamaica#Ministry Of Sound#music#Natasja#Natasja Saad#Old School#Oldies#Oldies Sunday#riddim#wordpress
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For a second I thought I had class in the morning and almost started crying
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bluey and phonecalls
summary ― your son misses sam
pairing ― sam kerr x foord!reader
warning/s ― fluff, mentions of pregnancy
“Mama?”
Theodore looked up at you, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes as he let out a small yawn. You let out a small ‘coo’ as you ran your fingers through his hair and placing his bowl down in front on him. His younger sister, Hazel, was giggling to herself as she smashed her cut up fruit all over her highchair.
“Yes baby?”
“Where’s mummy? I wanna watch Bluey with her?”
It was no secret that the last few months have been pretty hectic for your growing family. Sam helping Chelsea win the FA Women’s cup and then moving straight onto getting for the World Cup. During all that madness Theo had celebrated his fourth birthday and you had found out your were expecting yours and Sam’s third child.
With all that, Theo had started to notice that Sam wasn’t around as much but still didn’t quite grasp why. Sam was currently at training getting ready for their game against Denmark. After being put on the bench due to her calf playing up, Sam had made it her mission to enure she would be back on that field as fast a possible and as much as you knew how important this World Cup was for her and the team, you couldn’t help but feel sad. Your children were missing out on spending time with their mummy and you were missing out on spending time with your wife.
“She’s at training baby, but we’re gonna go watch her play tonight with Nana!” You let excitement fill your voice, knowing that the uplifting tone would get him more excited for tonight.
“With Aunty Cat-Cat?” A smile fills your lips, as you run your fingers through his hair once again before placing a kiss on the top of his forehead. “Yeah baby, Aunty Cailtin will be there too!”
It was no secret that Sam was his favourite person in the whole wide world, from the second he could kick in your womb, it was very clear that Sam was his person. Her adore everything she did, whether it was kick game-winning goals or flip pancakes in the morning - Theo didn’t care, she could do no wrong. The pair were two peas in a pod, Theo demanding that Sam teach him anything and everything about football (which, of course she loved).
Although Sam was his everything, there was one other person on this planet that Theo loved almost as much, your sister, Miss Caitlin Foord. Whether it was the football or the fact that she spoils him rotten anytime she’s around he loved her.
“Can they come over now mama? I just wanna watch one show” His small voice breaks your heart a little, his plead with those big brown eyes starring up at you. A small frown appears on your face, as you shake your head “I’m sorry baby, they’re busy at the moment but we can still watch it together?”
He lets out a small okay, as he takes a few bites of cereal. Hazel let out a squeal as she continued to bang on the highchair, your attention turning away from Theo and onto her.
“Oh my goodness! Look at my messy baby” Hazel giggles even louder as you make your way over to her - wiping off the fruit and picking her out of her highchair. A small grunt leaving your lips - your pregnant belly making it difficult for you to hold onto her.
“Mama be careful!” Theo jumping down from his chair and running towards you - his arms up, ready to take Hazel out of your arms. “It’s okay baby, I got this”. You made your way, slowly, to the living room - Theo watching your every move (just like his mother).
You placed Hazel in her play pen, before settling yourself down on the couch next to your son.
“How bout we watch some bluey together? Would that be okay?” You watched Theo think about it for a few seconds, his eyebrows frowning for a second before he nods his head. “Okay mama, we do that”
You let out a small laugh as you pull him closer to you and place another kiss on his forehead. Bringing the blanket from next to you over both your bodies, Theo got himself comfortable around your bump - his little hand placed right where Sam would normally have it. The sound of the Bluey intro was enough to pull his attention away as you pulled out your phone - clicking on Sam’s contact.
yn; hey baby, you busy?
You bring your attention over to Hazel for a few seconds, would was happily playing in her pen with all the toys your mum and sisters had spoilt her with when you had arrived back in Australia.
The buzz of your phone takes your attention away.
sam; having a break for some food
sam; i got about 15 minutes
yn; hows your calf?
sam; much better
sam; the physio did wonders on it
sam; reckon i could be playing tonight
yn: that’s so good baby!
yn: we’ll be in the crowd cheering you on
sam; my favourite thing in the world
sam; did you see what i left out for you to wear tonight?
yn: the jersey with foord on it?
sam; funny.
sam; last i remember the ring on your finger means youre a kerr now
yn: i love you mrs kerr
sam; that what i thought
yn: you nervous ?
sam; a little
sam; i wanna do right by the team
sam; and i feel like i’ve let everyone down the past couple of games
yn: you haven’t baby
yn: I promise
sam; how’s the kids going? Not giving you trouble are they?
yn: nah
yn: they’re being good
yn: Theo is missing you lots though
yn: he wanted to watch bluey with you
sam; my poor little man
sam; give me a second and i’ll call
yn: okay, i love you
sam; i love you too
You turned your attention back to the screen, the intro of a new episode was playing, Theo’s attention glued onto his favourite show. The intro hadn’t even finished before your phone started ringing, Sam’s name flashing across the screen.
“Baby look! It’s mummy!” Theo’s face lit up, the phone leaving your grip in an instant.
“Hi Mummy!” Theo squealed, his body jumping up and down with excitement. The loud squeals were enough to set Hazel off, wanting to be apart of whatever she felt she was missing out on. You triple check that Theo was okay on the couch before getting yourself off the couch.
“Hi Baby! Whatcha doing?” You hear Sam’s voice follow through the speakers as Hazel claps her hands and looks up at you. Picking her up once again, a small grunt leaving your lips brings the attention of both your wife and first child.
“Mama!”
“Love?”
“I’m okay!” you assure them both as you bring you and Hazel back to the couch, your daughter squealing once again once she sees Sam on the phone.
“What are you guys doing?” Sam asks once again, both kids attention completely on the phone screen.
“Watching Bluey with mama” Sam lets out a small chuckle, as you shake your head in the background. You and Sam had seen every single bluey episode there was. It being a fan favourite in your household (and the main attraction for the 24 hour plane trip from London to Sydney).
“That sounds fun! Have you been looking after our girls for me bubs?” Theo nodded his head, with a very serious look on his face. Your heart beating just that little bit faster. Sam was very protective over her family, which your son had noticed and of course copied.
“Of course mummy! I even helped mummy get Hazel ready”
You nodded your head in agreement, as you placed a kiss on the back of his head before adding “He did. Such a good big boy aren’t you baby”.
You catch the sound of Sam’s teammates in the background, already knowing that Sam would need to say her goodbyes soon enough. Looking down into your arms, Hazel was fast asleep.
“Are you coming home soon?” His little voice breaks both yours and Sam’s hearts, knowing this wasn’t going to end well.
“I’m sorry baby, i’m at training getting ready for tonight’s game” You could see Theo’s shoulders drop in disappointment, Sam noticing as well. “But! But baby, you and mama and Hazel are coming to watch us tonight so i’ll get to see you really really soon at the stadium. How does that sound huh?”
You could see that Theo was torn between his emotions, the noise of the matidlas getting louder and you could see Sam watching Theo - waiting for his response. “We watch bluey together tomorrow?” He shyly asks, looking between you and the phone.
“Of course baby! We can watch Bluey all day long tomorrow, but only if your promise to look after mama for me tonight and cheer for us!”
Yet again, Theo nodded his head with purpose, these new ‘comands’ practically written in stone for your son. “I will mummy, I’ll cheer the loudest”
“I know you will baby, but look. I need to go back to training but I can’t wait to see you tonight okay. I love you so much”
“I love you mummy”
“Love you Sam” you add on, as she blows you both a kiss before the call disconnects.
Theo waits a few seocnds after the call to end before turning his body towards yours “Mama”
“Yes baby”
“Can we wait Bluey until we go watch mummy play”
This was going to be a long day.
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Hello! May I request the Astral Express Crew (Platonic) ((maybe plus Jing Yuan if your okay with that)) reacting to frail!soft!observant!reader, who usually either stays on the express with PomPom or running small (relatively safe) errands, having extremely strong mental resilience?
The group is confronting a very enemy that has the ability to cause agonizing mental pain (turns out its the enemies severe depression) with their mind powers by using their opponents' fears against them. (Which the pain alone had the ability and has driven people insane) It's kept everyone else back a significant distance (including Welt and Jing Yuan), except he reader, who appears to be completely unaffected.
Turns out the reader had enured the same agonizing mental pain that was inflicted on everyone(which exponentially increased the closer they got to the enemy). Due to their past experiences with living with moderate to severe depression and the high levels of self-actualization they had gained as a result, the reader managed to pull through and defeat the enemy alone with some injuries.
Yeah, they cried and was much more softer and frail afterward, but they made a full (mental) recovery after a few days of just resting in their cabin on the Express. Even then, the reader still made the effort of checking in on everyone afterward and offering comfort, space, or just company if needed. ( Reader knows they have the experience and the tools to cope, and they know that the others are more shaken than they say they are)
Thank you.
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Thank you so much for requesting!!! I hope this is to your heart's liking 👁-👁 Anon. I hope to hear from you again!!
Title: Resilience
Pairing/s: Platonic Astral Express Crew (+ Jing Yuan)
Genre: Angst w/happy ending
Word count: 825
I can imagine it was supposed to be a regular mission with the express trio (March 7th, Trailblazer and Dan Heng) at the Loufu. Some kind of Marastruck shenanigans. But obviously the enemy turned out to be tougher than they look and took down the three with its power. Thankfully, both Welt and Jing Yuan were nearby to help. That backfired badly when the enemy attacked them and after back and forth, it had landed hits on both of them, giving them the same sense of depression as everyone else had.
Back on the express, Himeko, MC, and PomPom were getting worried when they hadn’t heard anything from the crew in a while. It took a while, but a distress call was sent to the express. Himeko volunteered to go alone, but MC quickly joined in, saying two people would be better than one.
They quickly found everyone a ways away from the abnormal marastruck. Himeko and MC rushed to help everyone get back on their feet.
“What happened here?” Himeko asked looking over an in agony Welt.
“The marastruck, it’s playing tricks with our minds, making us see what we’re afraid of the most.” Welt explained, clutching his head.
“We need to get everyone far away!”
With Himekos order, MC and Himeko gathered everyone away to a safe distance. But even that didn’t do much to help.
“We need a healer. Jing Yuan, are there any nearby? ” MC asked to the slouched over general.
“Call Lady Bailu, she’ll know what to do…”
Before Himeko or MC could even reach for their phones, the abnormal marastruck found them and charged at them. Himeko tried to hold it back but was hit with a head on blast.
MC stared at the marastruck as it dropped Himekos body down to the ground. It walked slowly towards MC. But to everyone’s surprise, the usually soft spoken and danger avoidant MC stood their ground, showing no fear. Summoning their weapon MC got into a fighting stance, placing their body in front of everyone and acting as a shield.
“You’re… the last one… standing…” the marastruck spoke, its voice distorted. With a flick of its hand, the emotions started to overwhelm everyone further.
MC knew that there was little time left.
“So what’s your power? Being a pain in everyone’s ass? Or being annoying?”
“You speak so highly, SO I’LL MAKE YOU REGRET COMING HERE!!!” the marastruck ran towards the MC, aiming to kill.
“You use your own fear against everyone; wither them down until nothings left of their mind, making them join you.” MC spoke, anger in their voice as they lifted their weapon high and getting ready to fight.
It drew closer, as did its effect on everyone behind MC.
“I hope you had your fun, because this is the last time you make anyone suffer!” MC shouted as they used their weapon, and with one hit, blasted the marastruck into oblivion.
With all their willpower and adrenaline leaving their body, MC collapsed onto the ground panting and crying.
“Is everyone alright?” MC asked, voice cracking in between sobs as they looked towards the equally exhausted group behind them.
Weak ‘all rights’ and thumbs ups were thrown their way.
It took a while for everyone to recover fully. Thankfully, nearby guards had been notified and they rushed to aid everyone. A few days had passed and Jing Yuan had come aboard the express to check in with everyone else.
“Say how did you avoid the power of that abnormal marastruck?” Ying Yuan asked.
“Oh, I didn’t…” MC chuckled anxiously, getting embarrassed from the revealment.
“HUH?! So you powered through it?” March 7th asked with a bewildered expression her face.
“…yes?” MC asked timidly, folding into themselves.
“Please don’t do that again. You could have seriously injured yourself.” Sighing Welt said.
“Forget that! You have to come trailblazing with us again!” March 7th exclaimed.
“Agreed,” Trailblazer spoke, the same excitement on their face.
“No way, that was too much excitement and chaos for one lifetime.” MC spoke, abhorrently denying their further agreement.
“I have to agree to that statement!” PomPom exclaimed, “Who else would help around the express if not MC. We have enough trouble makers as is! You leave my best helper alone!”
Laughing and enjoying everyone’s company, MC looked out of the windows in the parlour car.
“So how did you deal with all of those emotions?” Dan Heng asked.
“Oh I have my ways…” MC replied, a small smile on their face.
As the days passed and the event was slowly going to the backs of everyone’s minds, MC still made sure to check in on everyone. Making Himeko her morning coffee extra warm and comforting, assisting March 7th with getting more secret photos, going on walks with Welt, just enjoying each other’s companies. All of these things carried on just in case someone needed the extra reassurance that everything was fine.
#honkai star rail x reader#jing yuan#x reader#dan heng#himeko#trailblazer#march 7th#pom pom#welt yang
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doodles of my beloved little enur skrunkly :)
Chro - they/them (and their girlfriend they’re thinking about in the top right corner, Lim, who is owned by goopeygoop!!)
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madara and yuna at the carnival and madara is trying so hard to win a biggg prize toy for her
an opportunity to be a little self-indulgent, thank you////
Golden lanterns coalesced with the illumination of colourful string lights to irradiate the riotous festival, groups of lively people traversing down the copious stalls from behind Madara and Yuna—their hands laced together, warm skin beguiling the other.
Madara swept his eyes on the stand before them, paper tags fastidiously hung along boards and strings with their prices etched on the parchment; and of course, the corresponding prize was organised onto the shelves next to the attraction.
It was your typical shateki stall.
“Heeey, let’s try this one! See anything you want?” Madara asked Yuna with an affectionate squeeze of their intertwined hands, regarding her visage with care as pink hues fixed onto the prizes. “I’ll win it for you!”
“I want that one,” Yuna pointed to a king-sized teddy bear—a heart stitched cutely onto its chest as its paws were an adorable shade of pale yellow. It appeared cheaply made, yet it was the top prize.
For a moment, Madara wondered if she only wanted it because of its magnitude above the rest. It certainly stood out with its size, and Yuna had more expensive tastes because of how she was raised.
In order to win it, the tag you needed to hit was dangling overhead of the other ones, sliding to and fro on the thin piece of thread.
Madara’s gaze flitted to the owner, narrowing his focus in observation at how phlegmatic and spiritless he looked. That ambiance melded with the way his hand dipped beneath the counter made Madara surmise that this particular stall was likely rigged to a certain extent.
Still, Yuna wanted that teddy bear and Madara was going to win it for her.
“You got it!☆” Madara cheered as he settled the appropriate coins onto the counter, nodding towards the owner in affirmation, subsequently picking up a toy rifle. “Watch this, Yuna-san—you’ll have it before you know it!”
A hushed ‘mhm’ overflowed from Yuna’s glossy lips as she watched Madara’s husky stature incline forward, ceasing just before the marked line, and positioned the rifle up towards the tag.
Parting her lips, Yuna clenched her fists together in front of her and encouraged, “You can do it, Madara-kun!”
“Yes, yes! Keep cheering just like that!” Madara jubilantly laughed, bursts of delight skating over his insides in rapid spates and setting his soul aglow. He revelled in how Yuna’s cheeks brightened with charmingly rosy tones, her brows furrowed, as she riveted all her attention onto him.
At breakneck speed, a cork shot out from the rifle with an equally swift press of Madara’s slender fingers—and just when they thought it was going to make direct contact, the tag abruptly jerked out of range.
Yep, rigged.
“Oh no⋯!” Yuna whispered under her breath as disappointment coruscated within her eyes, peeking at Madara’s own countenance.
With an unaffected mien, Madara winked, conveying that everything was alright, “Don’t worry, Yuna-san!”
Madara’s encountered stalls polished with deception a myriad of times before, and he was enured to deal with it. But he wasn’t going to let the greedy exploiters fill Yuna’s experiences with unpleasant things; not when she’s had enough of that in her life.
These types of people are just as easy to trick back, though.
Tilting the toy rifle to the left, Madara squinted his eyes and waited—bated breaths emitted, aligning with the direction of the rifle’s tip. And as he shot the rifle in an unexpectedly faster motion, he ever so slightly brought it back to the right in congruence with the owner covertly pulling the string to make him forcibly miss.
And luckily for Yuna, Madara is a capable and proficient person.
“H-Huh?!” Yuna gasped as she watched the cork bullet surge straight through the tag, ensuring Madara’s triumph. “You did it?”
“Haha, of course! You just have to pay attention; although I have a keen eye for this sort of thing,” Madara exultantly rallied as the owner begrudgingly plucked the coveted bear down from the highest shelf and handed it over to Madara. “Here you go, Yuna-san♪”
Gratefully accepting the bear into her arms, Yuna burrowed into its soft, fuzzy stomach. “Thank you, Madara-kun!” she grinned, appreciating his efforts. The bear is tattily crafted, but the reason she wanted this one specially was because it was the only prize she could cuddle with.
The sight of Yuna’s heartfelt, ravishing beam was enough to make Madara’s chest tighten—almost painfully so. He instinctively reached forward and cupped her cheek, the warmth emanating from her skin melting him, before drifting back into her hair; sweeping through the blonde locks in a fluid, tender motion.
She looked so innocent, so pure. She looked like she was truly having fun from the bottom of her heart.
Even if it’s for this moment alone, Madara wished that the emptiness inside her could be filled with happy, happy memories.
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