I love that feeling when my dom says the trigger word to put me into trance. I stumble and trip over my next words and thoughts, because they don't matter as much as listening to him does. It's like I've been jumpscared by how sudden it is, but instead of any fear or jolt, I'm suddenly, forcably, relaxing, doing nothing to stop it, doing nothing to slow it down, doing nothing, absolutely nothing, but that's not true, because I'm listening. Everything my 'tist says to me as I'm dropping my thoughts, like dropping luggage at the doorstep, is the most important thing for me to be listening to.
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the men and boys are innocent too.
we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.
I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.
I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.
I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.
I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.
the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.
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I love when guys moan like a bitch in heat like yes baby louder for me
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you're at the library with your sub, while he's studying for finals
you can't resist the temptation to tease him. the way his eyebrows scrunch up when he's focused is just too cute
you move your chair a little closer to his and put your hand on his thigh under the table. he looks up from what he's working on, and you give him a reassuring smile.
as he keeps working, you start to trace patterns on his thigh with your nails, watching as he starts to melt under your touch. you trace steadily upwards, noticing his back stiffen when your hand stops right on his bulge. you lean over and drop a kiss right below his ear before whispering
"already half hard for me, and all i've done is touch your thigh?"
the tips of his ears burn red, and he squirms in his seat trying to resist the urge to buck his hips upward
you start to move, grinding his cock on your hand. he lets a whimper slip past his lips, and your movements immediately still
"shh, this is a library, remember? you want people to overhear you making those cute sounds, hmm?"
"n-no mommy, i don't want that"
you grin and slip your hand into his pants, playing with the tip exactly where he likes it
"i think you do. you want everyone to hear you whining and moaning like a dog in heat. why else would you be dripping precum like this?"
right as he opens his mouth to object, you stroke your thumb over the head of his leaking dick, and his words are cut off by a high-pitched moan
"see how good you are at being a whore, just for me? maybe i should make you beg out loud here. i bet you'd get off to that, wouldn't you?"
he can only manage to nod, covering his mouth with his hands. you can see tears glistening in the corners of his eyes. he looks so pretty like this, so good for mommy.
"alright, baby boy. how about you get up and walk to the car for me? don't cover yourself, let everyone see how hard you are."
"b-but"
"no buts! if you can be a good boy and do what i say, you can hump my thigh until you cum! i'll meet you in the car, cutie"
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There is a nebulous jordie lives au which lives entirely in my head in which jordie recovers from the plague while Kaz is still sick. He gets up to find them food and water only to return and discover Kaz is nowhere to be found. Still recovering from the fever, he searches the barrel for days before he finally sees Kaz wandering down the staves in a sort of fugue state, soaked to the bone with a haunted look in his eyes.
Kaz won’t tell him what happened, but jordie knows it’s bad because his baby brother flinches every time he touches him, and soon enough he’s started wearing gloves, even in the height of summer.
Soon, they discover kazs gift for cards, and it keeps them fed and clothed, if not much else. Kaz is angry at jordie for losing the money, refuses to let him make any decisions. Jordie is beholden to his angry traumatized little brother because he can’t deny that he failed them the first time around.
Kaz is offered a place in his pick of the gangs, but the only one willing to take both him and his tag along older brother is the dregs. Jordie dies a little bit inside when they join up, when they take the tattoo side by side, but he’s not sure they’ll survive another winter on the streets.
And the plot of SoC generally goes on from there. Jordie tags along on the ice court, he and Jesper test kazs patience at every turn, he’s constantly offering unsolicited annoying older brother advice about Inej.
This lends itself to a really interesting exploration of Kaz and jordies relationship, what holds brothers together in the face of incredible trauma, the skewed power dynamic of Kaz becoming the breadwinner for them both at the age of nine, etc etc. But mostly, this au is a vessel for the sailing of the ultimate crack ship, which is of course, jordie/alys Van Eck.
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Take This to Your Grave is the debut studio album by American rock band Fall Out Boy, released on May 6, 2003, by Fueled by Ramen. [...] Take This to Your Grave is often regarded as one of the greatest pop-punk albums of all time. In 2017, Rolling Stone placed the album at number 5 on their list of the "50 Greatest Pop-Punk Albums".[1]
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My job is burning around me and I’m only seen as an expendable cog in a giant corporate machine, but at least I have Helpy to lend a brightly colored hand!!! <3
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suddenly remembered I do digital art sometimes but only for evil
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I need to put a sweet boy in my favourite hoodie and kiss his face and ride him until he's crying
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Pole Out Boy and their missed calling in life (x)
(Pete: (The new record's) definitely a lot sexier than the last one.
Patrick: There's a lot more slinky outfits, and, you know, garter belts.)
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He broke the Hippocratic Oath.
I am an enthusiastic "Dr. Matthew Williams" enjoyer. Him being in the medical field just makes sense. But on the other hand this good lad is so good at spotting out, aiming and shooting a rifle at the enemy that Lord Admiral Arthur Kirkland (Lord Father - derogatory) simply didn't want to hear about his bastard sons preference for healing and caring and set the boy up with a rifle as soon as he stepped foot into the trenches. And by God did the bastard excell! It took mustard gas blinding the poor lad to a point where even after he recovered, he'd still have to war glasses, AND another world war for Arthur to concede and allow him to become a medic.
Though, good things (if Matt can even have those) don't last. Especially not for this forest frenchie. Of course fate had other plans and stranded him alone in a forest with his comrades dead, and him surrounded by enemy soldiers. Our boy had to pick up his damn rifle and find his way back. Behind him a trail of left behind corpses and a bloody medic brassard buried in shallow, unfamiliar snow.
I do love a bit of drama/irony :)
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In the mood to brainwash a pretty boy and make him my perfect cute little boytoy bf hehe
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Something I like about Leo is that he’s honestly really chill? It’s easy to remember the moments where he’s being obnoxious or excitable but I feel like most of the time he’s incredibly “go with the flow” and has an overall affable demeanor.
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today i rode him and made sure he knew who he belonged to <3
"whose cock is this?"
"yours, goddess"
"that's right! you're such a good boy. your cock was made to be in me. you were made to be mine, pretty boy"
i used that needy, pretty dick of his until he was begging me to give him permission to cum
"i want to come inside, goddess"
"you know how to ask, baby"
"please please please pleasepleaseplease can i cum in you, i need it so so bad, i n-need it please goddess"
"god, i love to hear you beg. of course you can come in me baby, you've been so good for me."
after he came inside me i rewarded him by letting him scoop his cum out of me with his fingers, and then he got to worship my clit and count my orgasms for me. he's such a precious, slutty, beautiful boy. <3
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"stop talking like that boy you're ruining my tboy swag" - yami bakura, probably
or, when both bakuras are trans but only one of them has perfected the trans voice.
+ bonus thief king (as a treat)
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AHHHHH THE CURLS ARE CURLING
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