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howifeltabouthim · 1 year
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I'd rather have believed anything downright wicked of myself, than of you.
Ellen Wood, from East Lynne
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outstanding-quotes · 2 years
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A halo can be a lovely thing, providing you can take it off, now and again, and become human.
Daphne Du Maurier, My Cousin Rachel
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thechekhov · 1 year
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luthienne · 1 year
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anyway literally everyone is going through something all the time!!! everyone is wounded!!! everyone is human & no one makes it out of this life unscathed!! maybe try approaching people in good faith instead of always defaulting to the worst possible interpretations of each other
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skyberia · 2 years
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something so scary but so sexy about the word "hallow", particularly when it's used to mean something you can do to someone rather than something. to hallow someone, to be hallowed. and it's mostly word association i suppose but part of it to me is how close "hallow" is to "hollow". turning someone holy, emptying them out of everything that actually makes them who they are in the process. do you understand. do you feel me
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boowritess · 3 months
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gaz kisses start of slow. tender. soft. gentle.
but then there's a sublte shift.
where his lips are locking with yours and starting to move with purpose.
then it turns rough. heated. passionate.
steals your breath as he replaces it with his own.
then his hands. fucking lethal.
started off as a gentle hand on your back guiding you closer, a hand cupping your face...
then he's grabbing you, pressing you against him like you're going to runaway if he doesn't.
groping would be a gentle way of putting it.
he grabs what he can, squeezing and pressing you till you're perfectly aligned with his torso.
and don't even think about pulling away when he gets to this state. for starters you can't move because his arms and hands are locked around you.
if you try pull your head back- the motherfucker chases you.
addicted to your lips. your taste. to you.
just please- let him kiss you like this...
"just one more baby..." he hushes past swollen and wet lips, his gaze hooded locked on the way your lips match his. yours parted as soft pants leave you. "one more... please... pretty. can't get enough of ya'." his words slurred, drunk off of you.
only you could get him like this.
looking at you with pleading brown eyes.
though he's already leaning in before you can say anything else. capturing your lips with his again.
and again
till he's had his fill.
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a/n: birthday post to me xx
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theluckiestlb · 11 months
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forbiddennhoney · 10 months
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im gonna be so real - a lot of sapphics claim to love confident women esp confident femmes but when that confidence comes from femmes of color, fat femmes, disabled femmes, gnc &/or trans(masc or fem) femmes, or really just anyone who's not a thin cis white able bodied feminine person it's either outright ignored or treated with hostility and its kind of extremely ugly of y'all
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pitchblackespresso · 29 days
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I feel like I'm on r/OffMyChest, but there's something I've been meaning to say for some time
I dislike the Zonai
Their execution was lackluster (there's some interesting stuff, but the environmental storytelling is too sparse and inconsistent for any sort of coherent theory-crafting), but what I despise the most is how they're retroactively shoehorned into botw's worldbuilding
The Sheikah tech ? Heavily implied to be a derivative of the Much Superior Zonai tech
Hyrule Castle? Was built to honour Rauru's sacrifice
Calamity Ganon? Leaked gloom-turned-malice from dehydrated Ganondorf's seal
Temple of Time? The ~original~ was Zonai-made
Typhlo Ruins? Actually Hylian made, but to honour the great King Rauru (again)
Rauru himself is Zelda's ancestor (and implied source of her sealing powers, retconning the Triforce)
The Forgotten Temple? Also Zonai and used by King Rauru to hide the Secret Stones
Ancient Hero? Some kinda Zonai hybrid creature
This narrative of "everything was the Zonai/Rauru all along" is one I don't vibe with, because not only does it give inconsistent backstory to things that didn't need it, but they then left us with more questions than answers due to just how little we actually know about the Zonai.
I also wanna mention how much I dislike the Gacha machines that dispense the complete eyesore that are the Zonai devices. They're a fun enough gameplay concept (tho I don't personally like it), but it makes no sense how you get functioning hydrants or rockets out of gachapons. The Sheikah tech was given ample backstory, and clashed with Hyrule's otherwise rugged wilderness for thematic reasons. The Zonai tech is just kind of an ugly reminder that this is a videogame, and that you get these pre-made devices because the devs wanted to make a sandbox, regardless of whether it fits in this medieval high fantasy setting with serious undertones and environmental storytelling. And since they're branded as Zonai-made, they add to my discontent with the Zonai
I love this game, and it's done so much right (even tho some people might say otherwise), but I cannot bring myself to enjoy much of anything related to the Zonai, which, despite being barely in the game, play a huge role in the story, environment and worldbuilding
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howifeltabouthim · 11 months
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But I'm in love, isn't that mad? Now, to really end here. I am wanted, wanted. In your eyes . . . I am shining . . .
Siri Hustvedt, from The Blazing World
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aroaceleovaldez · 5 days
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i think a lot about how early-series, demigods are referred to pretty equally as "demigods," "half-bloods," and "godlings," - the last used particularly by gods at demigods - but after that "godlings" is almost exclusively used to refer to minor gods.
something something i am literally always chewing on the concept of the line between immortals/demigods/monsters/etc being thinner than it appears
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lovl3igh · 21 days
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why do people watch the scene when lucerys says rhaenyra is perfect and their reaction automatically is "no boy, she isn't", yeah we know it and we should not care atm. it's luke's opinion. how much does it say about rhae??
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she is so kind and loving mother. loves equally her sons from both fathers AND daemon's daughters. she taught them well and respects the children no matter for their age and gender, she supports them and helps with their future responsibilities
she clearly is good for people in the dragonstone cause her ladies were horrified and crying during her labor, every little scene we saw the people respect and like her, elinda massey is great example
she must be a good ruler, even if just on the dragonstone but we also know she was an active member of small council and has supports and sympathy of lords (those who are not against her just bc of her gender), especially those who know her personally like lord caswell or lord beesburry
she is perfect in the eyes of her kids and when luke says that, your instant reaction doesn't have to be "nah, she's not", bitch, did he ask for your opinion
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cinamun · 2 months
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Can you eat something? | Next
Author's Note:
Jayce is thinking back to the events that occurred immediately following his dad's funeral which is referenced here <-
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grimesgirll · 26 days
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being punish by rick & daryl, maybe for being a brat and going against their rules
“this is so elementary, rick.”
“yeah? and so is behavin’.”
you arch and whimper when another particularly painful swat lands against your bottom.
“but you seemed to miss the memo on that.”
the ricktatorship may be over but breaking one of rick’s golden rules results in corporal punishment. the only difference is that this time, rick isn’t just lecturing you but bending you over and none other than your daryl backs him up in his correcting of you.
you’re deliriously wet feeling his erection beneath you. it turns you on to no end knowing that you could squeeze an orgasm or two out of your lovers, “proving a point.”
rules are rules.
and rick and daryl declared that you can’t leave the gates until your concussion’s healed up.
at the tail end of a weekend run, you had the misfortune of running into a walker and being body slammed into the pavement of the hardware store parking lot beneath you. after a visit with denise determined that you’d acquired a light concussion, you were immediately instructed to take it easy, given some pain pills, and sent home with rick to draw you a bath.
your ex-sheriff had been so tender stepping you into the bath with him, spending enough time bathing and relaxing the tension in your muscles and below your concussion in your neck. he’s even sweeter toweling you off.
that’s why rick is beyond furious to find out that you’ve run out to the local big box store to comb for back inventory with sasha, aaron, and eugene.
“you were supposed to be here,” rick huffs. “healing. but no. you had to go and be stubborn.”
“disrespectin’ doctor’s orders,” daryl chimes in.
you let out a whine in disappointment, dejected that your younger lover won’t meet your doe eyes or talk rick down. daryl deferred to rick, if not out of reverence for your leader, then because he couldn’t help but want to see what happens next. he could try but he’s not immune to the mewls coming out of your honeyed lips or how your watery eyes have his pants suddenly feelin’ a little too tight.
tonight daryl won’t be saving you. why would he? you’re wriggling onto rick, wet little thing. why would he stand in the way of you getting stuffed full of cock just the way you like it?
you’re not quite there yet.
annoyed grievances float through your mind and out your mouth. just as they had earlier, your vexed complaints have rick tensing, rolling his eyes at you. just like you’d dismissed him initially once you’d pranced through the door with arms full of scavenged finds.
“my concussion’s healed,” you insist, still struggling on top of rick but not enough to actually get yourself anywhere. “there was no reason for me not to go.”
“uh uh,” rick hums and takes your chin in his hand, craning your neck back to look into his eyes, still irate, not yet succumbing to the sight of you on his lap like this.
“rick,” you’re protesting. you turn your head to daryl, who’s standing and observing the scene unfolding. “daryl,” you pout once he catches your gaze. “you know i was feeling better.”
“but you’re bein’ an asshole, baby.”
“just like rick - ah!”
“now what was that?”
now you don’t just feel rick’s sturdy hand against your ass but the lash of his leather belt.
“fuck!” you moan, wincing as a second strike burns not just your bottom but your core. your eyes flutter back up to rick. “you’re so not being fair right now.”
the ex-sheriff just shakes his head at you. “rules are rules,” and you’re writhing beneath the impact of another blow to your reddened rear.
“you like that, honey?” rick questions. “you like gettin’ spanked and not listenin’.” his grip loosens on the belt, dropping it from one hand to delve fingers first towards your dripping heat. he smirks at you. “knew i felt somethin’ wet my pants.”
it’s teasing - not even a punishment anymore, just gloating when he raises a glistening finger to the light.
“you always love this, don’t you?”
the frown you’re sending daryl for calling you out doesn’t stay on for long; rick abandons the belt turns you upright, situated on his lap before he plunges his middle and ring finger inside of you.
your face scrunches with surprise and softens, tensing again when he kneads your walls open. that pulsing pressure that had come to life as soon as rick had you bent over his lap is finally coming to fruition. every curl of rick’s fingers has you groaning like a walker.
“gonna spend a lot of time stretchin’ you out tonight, doll, but you’re still gonna need to learn your lesson. rules are rules.” he emphasizes his point by picking up the pace, earning purrs and pants from you.
“what’s my lesson?” the question comes from your lips, heavy with breath. the smirk you’re finally indulging daryl in invites him close enough to thumb over the fabric of your top.
“wanna know what your lesson is?”
you nod. the younger man’s eyes cloud with lust at you finally shuttin’ up and listening.
“you need to take care of yourself.”
rick accentuates daryl’s point with a grip on your hips and a beckoning finger against your plush interior. “you said your concussion was healed but you shouldn’t be pushin’ yourself like that.” he expresses in words, eyes softening. “we get worried ‘bout you.”
the fact that they may just be overly protective had crossed your mind. perhaps.
“‘you sorry for worryin’ us?” daryl’s on the bed, boots off and a hard on in front of you.
no response comes from you until rick’s working one out of you. the fingers dragging against your plush interior thrust further. your mouth opens in shock when a third finger wedges it’s way into you.
“yes,” you breathe, locking eyes with daryl. “i just thought you took care of me already.” your pants are rocky but the meaning you put into each word is unshakeable. “i don’t need to be on bed rest for a week.”
“yeah, yeah,” rick gruffs into your ear. you shiver when you feel his lips on brushing against your ear. “i don’t think you would’ve been complainin’ if we would’ve spent less time letting you rest and more time doin’ this, sweetheart.”
and he’s right.
one arm wrapped around your midsection, rick anchors you to him to rock you in time with his fervent fingers. one head nod from the man to daryl has him tugging off your top. the light squeezes to your chests and you’re basking in his touch. that nod might’ve been synonymous with daryl tripping every wire of pleasure your erogenous zones have to offer. and your favorite, talented mouth is puckering around your puffu nipple.
it’s like your night flashes before you when you come. you struggle to connect how you went from first being face down in the comforter to gushing all over rick’s thick fingers.
daryl is right there to steal the sweet sounds from your luscious lips, locking those velvety soft love vessels with his.
the whole thing has rick growing in his boxers. even as your cunt clamps down around his fingers, you cant and buck down into the denim of his straight legs. another look between your lovers and you’re right back where you started. you’re giggling as you bounce on the mattress from rick manhandling you into position.
now for the fun part.
“now come over here and show daryl how you’re supposed to use that pretty mouth.”
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insufferablemod · 27 days
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thinking about john n davesprite n dave what happens when he finds out its not just a bird dave thing but a dave thing..... the idea hes built up of The Real Dave comes crashing down
like things were def made worse by being stuck together for 3 years with noone else n all of the extra issues davesprite has On top of all the normal dave bs but like, fuuuckkkkkkk
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aroaceacacia · 1 month
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as a general point of etiquette i dont really think it's appropriate or helpful to make comments about hermitcraft when other mcyt communities are going through scandals or anything else of the sort. and i think people should not do that
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