full double

The low buzz of the neon was oddly comforting; cigarette smoke whirled and danced in and out of the shadows; rubbing its length against the walls, the windows, tracing all the way back to the lips that let that sensually dancing smoke live. Gods those lips, a full pouty bottom lip, double bowed arches on top; the atmosphere moody, dark, mostly blue gel, with a hint of red making a lightly purple haze; hinting from the Pabst blue ribbon and neon cactus backlighting that long tall shadow that possessed those lips. He took a drag, then a effected a perfect striking pool stance, his arm straight, cradling the cue stick; his eye the perfect 32 degrees from the felt; his legs straight, spaced with his shoulders, being rather long on his tall frame, making his back arch deliciously to effect those angles despite his height. With a seductivly long smooth motion he sank three balls, but scratched the cue ball; he fished the cue and an extra ball out of the pocket and stood to the side. The Cue stick reached only to his rib cage, he retrieved his cigarette wrapping those lips around it, took a pull. I swirled the peculiar rounded ice not cubes in my perfectly frosted glass, the three fingers of bourbon sloshing to the sides as I languished in the motion; the lone cherry looking lost in the sea of ice. I was transfixed on that lightly pouting bottom lip as he let that smoke saunter and swirl; closing my eyes, cuddling my nose in taking in the scent of warm intoxication letting loose my inhibitions. I opened them again, perhaps this was a memory, maybe it wasn’t so much a memory but fantasy, I let it run. The music a rough guitar, the reverb maxed, the wistful feeling encasing my soul; a voice sang, god, the voice; with the grace of a rusted screen door with too many slams; as smooth as burlap left too long in the barn; his tongue crown royal thick on his vowels, and lips roughed with more than his fair share pall malls on his consonants; all conspiring to punctuate his words in an off camber. He sang of love, what comes after the ever after, and, well, life. Soft yellow smoke danced in the sexy, wanting, rythem; it wafted into the room slithered on its belly, rubbing its back along the walls, scenting the air with acrid bittersweet memory as it licked the air around me. I stood, taking my three fingers of bourbon with me, letting my hips sway to the song as I walked, I watched him take that stance, those long legs like great trees as I approached; his arms begin another smooth assault on that unsuspecting cue ball. My fantasy running, my spirit taking a Wilde turn; I almost hesitated, almost, a giggle escaped as I run my hand up the inside of his thigh, biting my lip, loving the feel of warm denim under my fingers; watching the hitch in his breath; his tensing, then relaxing; I trace his inseam, stopping short of bawdy behavior. Two striped balls fall into the pocket; he turns, not perturbed as he should have possibly been, but he was more… interested, his lips quirked in the beginning of a smile on those lips; a wiff of recognition rested on his face. What is it about a mouth? It’s like a wonder filled nexus where all the senses, tumbled and roll together, each folding inside the other, falling over themselves like nervous lovers. I feel time slow as if all my nerve endings themselves were asleep. I sigh, his tongue slid over his delicious bottom lip, envy bubbled. My mind my body hijacked, I watched myself reach out taking his cigarette, taking a pull; shocked I didnt cough, I let that steady stream of smoke live, wrapping the two of us in a sensual cloud. He smiled, as if to match suit, he leaned in, towering, taking all of the air, enveloping me, taking my glass; nearly draining it. An errant drop lingers on his bottom lip; he let out a long breath, it smelled of bourbon, though inside its amber grip it held promise, intention and… what is it about the mouth? He smiled, and it was alpha and omega of time, of sense; love, it begins with the mouth; oh,the supplication, a fumbled moment, those stupid words that tumble out in too much haste caused by the tumult of rapture. Life begins at the mouth, a mothers nurturing, or at least that’s the way it began for most; the beginning of every breath passes lips. Sustenance begins at the mouth, be it physical, that festival that is flavour, the texture of sweet cake and thick red wine, the soulful hunger, the contentment of music and song, sweet adoration, poems and… A kiss, begins with the lips, the thing a soul truly craves. I stood staring, and I understood with an intimate feel the relitive continuiy of time, it could have been years I stood appreciating the view, though he didnt look bored yet. He took a drag, and let his hand rest on the oak of the table, the short butt now just smoldering in anonymity, that smoke dancing erotically around his face, his game forgotten, my mouth dry; dry and hungry, starving; oh, I knew what for, but even this Wilde me wasn’t that forward, or maybe… Lifting his hand holding my glass to my lips I took in the dregs of my glass, the lone cherry falls into my mouth, I roll it on my tongue, letting the stem escape my lips. Wilde, wild feeling so Wilde, I rubbed the stem along my lips, the breaking it loose. I caressed his hand taking one more drink sipping the ice clean of liquor. A drop of condensation decided to slide slowly down the glass. Oh, how soft and subtle it was, the flavour, the taste, mellow bourbon, smoke and just a hint of him; I chewed the cherry and marveled; his eyes caressed every part of me. The feel of his eyes addictive, every drop my flesh celebrated that slow caressing sensation. Touch, scent, sound, taste, sight all swirled together in the smoke that arched and stretched and yawned into the room; through the ice and frost dappled glass I saw him slide his tongue over his bottom lip again; finally, gathering that errant drop of bourbon. I almost feel his tongue as it slakes out licking delectably at my every synapse; I was fascinated by his mouth with the slow graceful movement of that tongue. God, what is it about the mouth? It took too much time and effort to process and understand all those sensations so I sighed, falling into it; he stepped forward, pulling my hand, pushing me, the small of my back resting against the table. His head dipped his lips met mine, oh, he kissed me, no it was not a hey, how are you doing kind of a kiss, but that kind of soul-searching kiss; that lost in the moment, drowning in sensation and only lips can be found for a life preserver, kind of a kiss. His tongue dipping, licking, trying to save me, just as I searched for him. Oh god, what is it about the mouth? I was awash in the moment, eternity; the feel, was heaven; the taste, was absolute deliciousness; lord, his sigh, sounded like a symphony; colours and flashes behind my eyes high art; and his smell… home. I drop my flesh inside that delicious caress of his tongue letting my wet nerves connect directly. Skin and bone and nerve and sigh and shudders directly to my brain; the texture, the movement, god, the the sound of his breathy moan, all muddled and confused in the surety that I will never need any other sensation but that mouth, that moment… ever. Time, existence, eternity, then, will be, was, right now… a swirl of smoke or was it fog, there he was walking out of the dark, his charcoal jacket hugging his wide, wide shoulders, hands in his pockets, squinting into the wind; his hair whipping madly, the ebb and flow, I could hear the wind whipping off the roaring surf; his walk steady, heading toward me. Then there he was again, his lips on mine, hands gripping, fingers caressing, hips pressing. Oh, words, his words, what words, no words, all words, like his lips, back in that kiss, deliciously on my skin, teeth taking loving bites of my neck, deft fingers tickling my ribs; my soul squeals with laughter and gasps twisting in the vapid mist. Oh, the tickles and taunts, the ideas caressing me to my core leaving me breathless; he speaks in that deep crackling morning voice without speaking. Every molecule in my being confirms that it’s him… it screams with a wanting need, a search for fulfillment. What is it about a mouth? That mouth, those lips, this Wilde-ness in me, like that yellow fog, that rubs its back upon the windowpanes I writhed against him, like silver smoke I nuzzled against his neck; licking my tongue into the corners of his soul, lingering on the nerves at the base of his neck, fingers pulling him along with me in my madness. Like a rush and retreat of the surf, a rough surge we crashed together; words, our silent lips, a bond between the two of us. We had marked time as the ages passed instantly, this may just be my staring at black and white text, hallucinating, or just a wistful want, or possibly I have gone mad as a hatter, everyone knew that was coming, but this is as real as anything I have ever felt. I beg the universe, if this was a dream let it last, never let me wake, just let me live in the moment of sensation; make it last; I let it move through me slowly… softly; hold me tight so I might savour it. Move softly darling against me, whisper and lament, fill me with feelings, with words; good god, let your fingers slide deliciously, let your flavour linger on my lips; let the blush of your passion stain my skin; the feel of your pulse echo. For the moment, I want, I need to live, I don’t want safe, I don’t need protection I need you; I want rampage, and willful yearning, your kiss, your mouth, your eyes; your hands gripping, tangling in my hair perfectly rough. Your mouth kissing me hard, taking my breath, lost completely in all that is… somethings take root in the brain and can’t let go. I know the feeling of falling, literally falling, out of control, my blood turning to rain. I fell to earth in those buckets of rain, landing in a horrible thud as the sky split and the thunder rolled; I breathed in the electricity and raged in the storm. ~Indomitably me

Ok had to fix this, I feel better with it.
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DO YOU REMEMBER THESE?

Lupe reminisces on the movies that helped create a generation. The title could also be a play on the whole concept of this song. These movies were good and entertaining upon watching them, but in the long run, too many of them painted a stereotype that was detrimental to the masses. In the same way fast food double burgers with cheese are tasty upon eating them, but too many of them are detrimental to your health in the long run. These movies are in fact “double burgers with cheese.”  

So as it turns out, Heinous dropped a bombshell on us. Marco’s been keeping up the ‘Princess Marco’ persona in private.

This means I was wrong about this all leading up to Marco comming to terms with being trans, because they already did that a long time ago. She’s known she can be a girl and has been presenting as one behind the audience’s back this entire time.

With an episode full of metaphors and double entendres, with people calling Marco ‘Princess’ and ‘she/her’ without anybody questioning it, with Marco easily referring to herself as a girl to an audience of people who know them as one, with a sense of familiarity, and a fuckload of *wink* *wink* *nudge* *nudge*’s from the writers, it’s safe to say that this is confirmed.

She’s literally a closeted girl. 

Marco Diaz is a closeted trans girl.

Thoughts of purple and blue~

tfw you and your bro pine in silence…. This pic turned out way more emo than I wanted. I will never do double lighting again, this killed the man.

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Maria Kharenkova is back! :))) Watch her double layout and full-in! :)

track11stockholmsyndrome replied to your post: yike apparently one of the other guests on the…

Yep, I was there. Graham asked if anyone had met Harry. Brendan said, “No, but I saw him on SNL. He’s totally gay, it’ll be like Barry Manilow and he’ll come out when he’s 75.” Everyone was like … and the subject was changed. It will probably be cut.

thank you for the full story and DOUBLE YIKES UGH

it’s like i wrote every note with my own fingers is an 80s wayhaught highschool au by @piratekane that comes w its own mixtape (+ a B side) n i am. in LOVE with it. its is absolutely ACES. its straight up is one of the best things i’ve ever read – it’s super immersive, all the music, fashion, vocabulary… its such an Experience. pls give it a go, even if you dont know who wayhaught are, it’s an incredibly charming little story about two women falling in love.

I wanted to correct some things and explain everything

Aries is of course full of heart, Mars rules the blood and desire and passion, the Aries is lead by the instincts of heart, purely innocent and childlike, unashamedly devoted and loyal, the heart of a child 

And Venus is ruled by Taurus, the heart could only be overflowing, to full, because everything is pure, sensual love reflected back at Taurus

And Gemini is full of love because there are two in there, two people full of love, double the heart 

Compassion, motherly love, and devotion guides Cancer, they have romantic and sensitive hearts, they see soul and innocence in everybody, they want to repair everyone’s heart 

And Leo rules the heart, the Sun rules Leo, everything orbits the sun, which is the heart of the solar system, the Leo vibration is the pure, creative love of God

Virgo’s soul ruler is the moon, the motherly love that transcends all space and time, Virgo operates on behalf of others, devoting themselves to larger-than personal causes, their labour is that of pure love

Libra is of course, the pearl of Venus, the radiance of love, acceptance, kindness, and relationship. Libra is the channel of heavenly love, a romance with angels

There is nothing Scorpio approaches without heart, its so powerful and intense it consumes and devours anything tempting, love, passion, people, the heart’s desire expands infinity 

Sagittarius exhibits the heart of the universe, God’s secret lover, they fall in love with everything, they make love with sunrises and salt water and culture and music 

Capricorn exhibits the noble heart, devoted to larger-than personal causes, a motherly heart that is programmed to beat o behalf of others, brave and big, innocent 

Aquarius is the heart of humanity, the lover of the natural kingdom, mystical life, and the collective, there is so much love in Aquarius that it must be bottled, preserved and scattered across humanity 

Pisces is the vibration of pure love. Neptune is the spiritual sun so Neptune is the beat of the heart drum that echoes through the whole universe, Pisces finds true love, pure true love, with anything and everything, love surrounds Pisces when they truly cherish those soul eyes…