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bbc.com
Chiara Vigo: The last woman who makes sea silk - BBC News
Silk is usually made from the cocoons spun by silkworms - but there is another, much rarer, cloth known as sea silk, or byssus, which comes from a clam.

brb found a new obscure jewish traditional mediterranean artistic handicraft to become obsessed with…

“You have to be respectful to the place you live in. You are just passing by, these places are here to stay. And the sea has its own soul and you have to ask for permission to get a piece of it,” she says.
Her chant, which mixes ancient Sardinian dialect and Hebrew, echoes off the rocks.
“I pray for what has been and what will be,” she says.

&&. when u get an anon that asks ‘please stop reblogging spanish musings for the sake of people that do not speak spanish’ and proceeded to ramble about how rude and ignorant i am. 

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Where do I begin with Byran! This lovely little scoop of a scamp was made by impistry, and every little bit was added with thought and care! I was sent and extensive history of their creation, including the wishes of each aspect of their form. The stones are wonderfully held to their head by embroidery, there are donations for cat magik from their cat as well! This familiar likes to accessorize, and has a pouch with a personal sigil. I ADORE them! Thank you so much, and if you want to see any of their cute plush, please visit!

hetcharacteroftheday, I don’t know if you’ve done anything similar to this already and if you have my apologies, but your blog is A+ and warrants a meme of solidarity.

Straight people and characters are not ‘boring’

Because their sexuality is not your entertainment.

When people complain about ‘fetishizing queerness,’ one of the arguments I always see is “LGBT+ people are not your entertainment.” Which is quite right. They’re not.

And by the same rule, straight people aren’t either.

These same people also say things like “Why be boring and straight when you can be not straight?” “Being straight must be so boring.” “Why do you want straight characters? They’re so boring!”

This shit, this shit right here, is what treats being LGBT+ like a fashion statement. Sexuality isn’t measured by it’s entertainment value. By calling straight people and characters boring, you’re saying that not being straight is more interesting. Trendy. Appealing. Entertaining. A person’s sexuality is not your entertainment. The entertainment value for characters is not in whether they’re straight or not. It’s in the story, and in having well-rounded characters with more than one defining trait. I see it said all the time that straight people shouldn’t treat queerness like it’s entertainment, well, guess what? Non-straight people shouldn’t, either.

~ Umbreon

Alphabet Boy Pt 3

I wasn’t sure of what I wanted.

But I did know one thing.

It was time someone taught Sammy a lesson about how to treat girls right and about how to grow up.

I slowly got out of bed making sure not too wake Sleeping Beauty up and walked over to my opened closet. I searched for my scarlet scarf and pulled it out. I strode over to the bed once again. I carefully got on the bed and hovered over Sammy. I gently took both of his arms and raised them above his head. I quickly tied them together to the headboard using the scarf. Surprisingly enough, he hadn’t woken up.

I moved my legs over Sammy so I was straddling him. That woke him up.

His eyelids fluttered opened and he moved to rub the sleep out of his eyes. But he couldn’t. His hands were tied.

“Wha- What the hell Y/N? What’s going on?” He asked, his voice dark and rough.

I leaned in and captured his lips with mine. It took him no time to return the kiss. Soon enough his tongue was invading my mouth in the most delicious way. He moaned against my lips as he tried to tear free from the scarf. I gripped his face with both my hands and I pressed myself against him earning a sexy groan from him. I pulled back and removed my sweatpants. I returned to my position on top of Sam and began to grind against him.

“Ugh, fuck Y/N. What are you doing to me?” He moaned.

But I didn’t respond. I was too lost in the moment to think about much. As I kept rolling my hips, I could feel Sammy’s lenght growing through the fabric of his shorts. I kept going until Sammy became a squirming mess beneath me. I leaned over him with the palms of my hands laying flat on his chest. Sam raised his head up slightly so he could leave wet, sloppy kisses on the side of my neck. I could feel his teeth lightly grazing my skin. I let out a loud moan as he bit down hard. It was kinda painful but the pain was replaced with pleasure as his tongue sooothed the skin on my neck.

I reached my hand inside his shorts. Sammy jerked his hips back at the unexpected motion.

“Come on, Y/N. Don’t fucking play games with me.” He exclaimed.

“Shhh! The other guys are still asleep. If you want this, then you have to be quiet.”

He bit down on his lower lip to keep himself from saying another word.

“Good boy. Now, how bad do you want this Sammy?” I asked with a grin on my face.

“Ugh, so bad babygirl.” He whispered struggling with his restraints.

“I wanna hear you beg me Sam.”

“Please! Please Y/N. I want to be inside you. I wanna fuck you so hard and so deep that you’re sore for weeks baby.”

His words were making me wetter and wetter by the second.

I couldn’t hold my self back any longer. I yanked his shorts down and removed my panties. I wasted no time in aligning Sam to my entrance and sinking down on him. I gasped at the sensation. He was so big and I was so full. Once i was used to the feeling of him inside, I began to move. The friction from our bodies made my inisdes twist in absolute pleasure.

Sam began to move his hips to meet my actions as he continued to try and escape from the makeshift handcuffs. He let out a string of profanities as the two of us continued in sync.

As I reached my climax, I threw my head back and moaned Sam’s name outloud.

“Fuck! Sam!” I yelled. “Oh, yes!” I continued to ride him, and I watched as Sam furrowed his eyebrows in pleasure. A sure sign he was about to cum.

But I did what exactly what he didn’t want me to.

I jumped off of him.

His head snapped up in outrage.

“What- what the fuck?! Why’d you stop Y/N?” He panted.

“Because Sam, I’m not here for your pleasure. I’m not gonna be another one of your girls.” I said as I went into the bathroom.

I cleaned myself up and got dressed for the day. Once I was packed and ready for my classes, I made my way back into the bedroom where a very naked and very frustrated Sam was laying down.

“Y/N, you can’t just leave me like this!” He exclaimed.

“I wasn’t going to Sam. But now that you mention it, that sounds like a great idea.” I picked up my keys and walked out the door giving Sammy a wide grin. I had clsoed the door shut, but you could still hear Sammy’s commands to be set free.

I went about my regular day in college like usual. Right now I was in my European History class, when suddenly I heard my phone go off with multiple texts from Sammy. I guess someone finally set him free. I can only imagine at how awkward that must have been.

They all pretty much read the same thing really. It was just Sammy angrily texting me about how angry he was, but the very last text was the one that caught my eye.

“You’re gonna pay for this Y/N. And I’m gonna make sure I torture you in the exact same way, babygirl. Nobody blue-balls Sammy Wilkinson. I’ll see you tonight.”

‘Looking foward to it Mr. Wilkinson…Hope I wasn’t too rough on you. I know how fragile you can be. I’m just used to tougher guys I guess.’

I texted back, knowing the last part would really get to him. And to be honest, I was really REALLY looking foward to tonight now.

A/N: jadexjohnson
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