it's a different way of life

why do people say ‘welcome to the real world’, or ‘this is real life’. like when you are finishing school when ur 18 the rhetoric is now its over, the real life is beginning”
but then its 30s and ur expected to settle down and live a ‘real life’ because in your 20′s supposedly you were not in a real world 
then in ur  40s something different is expected of you and thats when people usually say ‘well this is life’, like it didnt exist before, like we dont think life actually exists til we have certain things or know certain things. but i am wondering this cause im watching my daughter live life, in an enchanting and inspiring way, exploring and laughing and playing with everything and eating everything, that is pure life… that is the experience of life in its most pure and beautiful, actual form, why would anybody want to lose that magic touch, but apparently this isnt a real world, none of its real until you have this mundane job and a semblance of a relationship and you pay taxes, thats the real life,  so it will have to be disciplined out of her so they say, so she won’t believe delirious things like the world is magical or that people are good, the real world is scary and everybody is against you, i dont think that is real life, those are motions without spirit, in all your living you forget to live

Introducing TD and Chastity Play, What i did wrong......

To me FLR has SO many different angles and when introducing your partner its important to be careful. See where as i took my time, slowly introduced more and more bits into it before eventually plucking up the courage to put the cage on and show her, i still made some real big mistakes.

See my wife is not a Domme, i dont really want to know about her previous life before me but im kinda guessing im the first person that really wants to explore all these roads and possibility with her. I originally made this Blog to share things i found sexy in some way shape or form with her and looking back now i should have kept it more Vanilla and slowly introduced my interest in things like pegging. See you follow all these people then one day they reblog some Sissy stuff, some Anal Torture, Some Ball Busting. From my wife’s perspective she probably sees that and thinks FUCKING HELL.

The reason i am writing this is because somethings have been lost in translation, see she was under the impression that i wanted to become her bitch, a groveling sissy whore who wanted to wear her clothes and make up and suck strapons all day long. Now if that’s your thing im all for it but that wasn’t what i wanted.  

I came across chastity play and tease and denial play a while back, i have always been aware of bondage and always had a thing for tying or being tied up sexually. I saw it as a fun way for a male and female to have a laugh, be intimate and grow together as a couple. As much as i love her Locking me up, tying me up, teasing me and laughing as i quiver on the bed in a desperate need to cum only to deny me for another day i also would love to do the same for her. Its about exploring each others bodies, each others fantasies.

Its only fun for me if its fun for her, if she wants to lock me for a day, a week, a month or a year ill play the game as long as she finds it exiting and gets a kick out of it. If she doesn’t want it its just not going to work. But don’t give up that easily pick it up and put it down, its keeps it exiting. After a chat with my wife in the week she said she likes the cage but doesn’t want a bitch of a husband, so i explained the above and below to her and now i think it makes sense.

I am writing this because i get lots of messages from people asking how did i break the news? how did i get her on board? Truth is we are still working on it, still exploring it. I haven’t been in the cage for months, as real life is more important. This morning after our chats and fun this week i put it on.

I guess im very lucky to have such an amazing wife, i put it on gave her the keys and she smiled. That’s all i wanted. She is one of a kind, trusting and fucking gorgeous.

For anyone out there toying with this i hope this has helped, below are few images i have stolen from others. I hope they don’t mind. Good Luck and go have some fun.

I love making her moan, and its true i work harder when my dick is locked up and im working to earn a release, its common knowledge you put more effort into thngs if your getting something in return. (Or at least you think you are) 

Then there is this, after a night of teasing and a great time she didnt let you cum, your going to wake up in the morning and WANT to do this for her because your still super horny. You know your not going get to cum but pleasing her is at least some sexual activity.

Then on the other hand there is nothing sexier than doing the same to her, make her feel how you feel, i remember once back in the early days i edged my wife and then just turned the wand off and said nah, night night. She was mortified, grabbing my cock, trying her hardest to get me to fuck her. In the morning she woke up horny and we fucked. But it can work both ways.

This is also one that i agree with, the lust i have towards her, the want to constantly touch her, to kiss her its just amazing. Then once you cum its takes a good few days to get that back. Its the strongest drug i have ever felt and its awesome. 

I love it when she feels sexy the sexier she feels the more she glows the better the experience. 

Turn it into a game, a guessing game and have fun with it.

Tease him, if he is anything like me he will enjoy it.

But most importantly talk about it, discuss it find out what you both want from it and just have fun.

I guarantee it will bring you closer together. 

so i’ve already seen interpretations of this season’s movie references, i just wanted to weigh in and add that even seems to use movies to abstract his emotions into something that is easier for him to handle and that this can be interpreted within the framework of bipolar disorder. the season starts out referencing romeo and juliet and then shifts its focus to pretty woman. one is a tragic, ill-fated romance movie, the other a popular romcom where one lead whisks the other away from a bad life. even goes from keeping isak at a distance and believing their relationship is doomed because of his illness to thinking it’s exactly his relationship with isak that will make all the difference, be the thing to make him better. being “tacky cliché films” (like mikael says) the movies represent two extremes, the low and the high. narratively they were a clever way to hint at bipolar disorder without spelling it out. it also makes sense for even to fall back on these movies and apply them to his own emotional life, to reenact them, to lend some sense of purpose and structure to his depressive and manic episodes.

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“It’s my most sacred and valuable material possession. I call it ‘the super jacket.’ It started in high school, when I got a jacket, which I actually hated, and I slightly fought with my mom. As time went by, it started to rip, but I wore it every day. I would stitch on different pieces of clothing and it just kept growing. Eventually, the jacket became a physical representation of my soul.
I’m not necessarily Hindu, but the soul in Hindu spirituality sheds different shells as it goes on its journey. In the same way, the jacket changes as I pass through the different phases of my life. That’s why I think clothing should be a symbolic representation of what’s important to the wearer.
I wear my super jacket all the time. I’ve worn it during official presentations, I wear it in my office, and I will wear it at my dissertation defense.”
One of the special patches is this one. It’s made from my mother’s wedding sari. The patch itself is an embryonic blue-color and you can see two spindles pulling apart two components—death and life. Life is the green-colored wavelike turbulence, and death the compartmentalized squares because death often reorganizes what was in life. Here, they are pulled apart but as the individual grows, they come together again. When you die, they reunite.“

Lexington, MA

I was trying so hard to find the single pivotal moment that set my life on its path. The moment that answered the question, How did I get here?

But it’s never just one moment. It’s a series of them. And your life can branch out from each one in a thousand different ways. Maybe there'sa version of your life for all the choices you make and all the choices you don’t.

—  Nicola Yoon, Everything, Everything

first time holding hands otayuri fic for @otaburis, happy birthday! at least i hope it’s still your birthday in your timezone oops i have no idea 

i hope you enjoy!




Yuri Plisetsky is, unquestionably, a blunt sort of person. This is what is said when in polite company - or, as Mila would put it, sugarcoating it. When asked a different sort of people or on more casual settings, however, very different words would apply. Asshole being probably one of them.

Whatever.

Point is, Yuri Plisetsky is not a wishy-washy sort of person. Personal circumstances have made him who he is today: someone who doesn’t wait around for other people to do things for him, or who expects them to. Over the course of his short life he has learned one thing above all else: if you want something, you go and get it.

Go and get it, he repeats to himself as a cold sweat builds its way up his back. Go and get it.

‘It’ being, of course, a very delectable, very smooth-looking, very golden-brown and finely shaped hand. A hand that belongs to Otabek Altin, the one person Yuri knows who has earned the right to be his only and most favourite friend all by his own effort of dealing with Yuri. 

So maybe Yuri is the first to admit he has some issues with making friends, but whatever. He’s got Otabek

Otabek, whose hand he wants to hold so badly, and who seems completely oblivious to his friend’s internal turmoil.

 Yuri is back to sweating again.

Is this like a thing they should talk about? Should he just go ahead and do it? Should he take a page from Otabek’s book and go in blindly with something among the lines of so are we going to hold hands or not? Yuri hasn’t been made for this affection stuff. 

He doesn’t even have a good example to follow. Just look at his supposed rolemodels: Mila, who picks up and throws around anyone who annoys her; Viktor, who is still King of Bad Decisions for a bunch of reasons Yuri doesn’t feel like going through again, even within the privacy of his own mind; Georgi, whose solution to go through a breakup is to paint half his face in dramatic makeup and do his best Disney-villain impression on the ice; Yuuri, who deals with failure and sadness by getting himself drunk and grinding against his idol in a public setting. 

Granted, that last one had ended well enough, but still.

“Yura?” Otabek’s voice comes, amused. “You’re glaring at the wall.”

The wall, Otabek says, as if his hand isn’t the major culprit in this situation. As if it’s not calling out a siren song to Yuri’s poor heart, or at the very least making a very good imitation of one. No, surely it must be the cement lying beneath it, gently touching the fingertips and palm Yuri is itching to touch, and he contains the urge to scoff.

“It’s shitty cement,” he says instead.

Otabek looks like he’s containing a smile. “I didn’t realize you were an expert in cement these days.”

“Yeah, yeah, you know what I meant,” Yuri mutters back, taking out his phone and pretending to scroll through it. 

The best solution, of course, is to find an excuse to do it. No need to own up to something if it doesn’t look like it’s something important, after all, even if he might feel slightly guilty about it later. 

Otabek has never been less than completely honest with him before, though. Yuri makes his mind.

“Beka–” he begins to say, but is interrupted by the Kazakh spontaneously rising from his seat next to him.

“There’s our bus,” Otabek says simply, wrapping Yuri’s hand in his and pulling him along. Gently. Casually. As if he hasn’t just blown Yuri’s little world to dizzy, happy little pieces.

His hand is warm.

Yuri squeezes back, and allows himself to be taken along. Talking will come later, as will sorting out the messy, mushy feelings twirling around in his ribcage.

For now, though, all he cares to know is the feeling of Otabek’s hand around his own.

Sometimes Rain Falls

A BTS Fanfiction

Type: AU/Alternative Universe

Summary: Sometimes a normal life is a good one to lead; its nice…its easy…
But sometimes, normal isn’t the way that things were meant to be. And when you’re chosen as a possible candidate for one of the kingdom’s 7 princes, life isn’t as nice and easy as you always presumed it to be…especially when you catch the eye of more than one of them…

A/N: I will warn you all now, that this fic is going to be VERY different to my usual stuff, but you can expect a hell of a lot more twists, turns, secrets, and debauchery than ever before… ;)

Disclaimer: I will put warnings on any chapters that challenge social acceptance, however, as an overall warning, this story will contain themes of sex, fear, control (of one person over another), and elements of a gothic nature! 

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Preface~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was so…dark.

All the stories that you’d ever heard about the castle had been about how music sang from the walls, how long clouds of silk curtains billowed gently in the breeze that wafted through the grand windows, how the place was decorated with ornaments, paintings, crystal vases galore…

But the first thing you noticed as you walked through the tall, oak doorway…

…was the darkness.


‘I don’t think we’re allowed to be down here.’ You murmur to the man pulling you along by the hand, your eyes wide as you watch the water dripping down the dank walls of the corridor you’d come to find yourself in after climbing down numerous stairs to what you thought would be the library, but what was starting to look more like a dungeon.

‘Don’t worry. I know where we’re going.’ He murmurs amused, the humor-filled lilt of his voice not working to reassure you at all as you begin to drag your feet, struggling to hold the bottom of your dress off of the floor so that it wouldn’t get wet as you watch him stare excitedly in front of himself.

‘I really think we should head back- what if someone sees-‘

You’re cut off when he suddenly stops, spinning back to pin you against the wall, his eyes dancing excitedly over your face for a moment before he pushes his lips against yours, ducking his head down and softly pressing his mouth to yours, practically being able to feel the adrenaline running through him in the kiss.

‘I have to show you.’ Is all he says as he pulls away, staring at you almost piercingly as he grins, and you swear you see his eyes flash a different colour momentarily, your heart racing in your chest with the sight of the abnormality, before you’re being kissed roughly, yet briefly, again, and once more he begins to drag you along the corridor, his grip on your wrist having tightened somewhat compared to before.

You remain silent as you follow after him, the only sound being your slightly ragged breathing, trying not to trip over your feet as he out-paces you, getting lost in your thoughts as the image of his eyes flashing repeats over and over in your mind. But just as you go to stop him once again, you look up to see that you’d arrived at the end of the dark corridor, a large solid oak door standing in your path.

‘This is it.’ He whispers to himself, turning to look at you with his lip caught between his teeth as he grins, the expression telling you that you were meant to be as excited as him, but all you could focus on was the way your heart was racing in your chest at the prospect of the unknown, your nervousness making you stare at the gold buttons decorating his chest rather than being able to look him in the eye.

‘Princess?’ he murmurs, the unexpectedness of the word forcing your gaze to his, and the minute you look into his eyes you wish you didn’t; seeing the same flashing of colour greeting you as he grins down at you devilishly.

‘Are you ready?’

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DRARRY BEDROOM HEADCANON

So
What if Narcissa and Lucius sleep in separate beds for the whole Draco’s life?
And he has no idea that it can be in a different way?
And when Harry and he starts to live together he goes away to a guest room after some kind of fun and exciting activities?
And Harry is like whAt the fuCK are you mad at me?
And Draco is like no what are you talking about?
And Harry expains the whole point but also says that if Draco is uncomfortable to sleep with him its okay?
But Draco still decides to try this whole odd sleeping together thing?
And when Harry hugs him like the big spoon he feel so stupidly happy he just cant sleep?

wow, this really hits me 

pointless ransom headcannons because i……lov e  h im

  • he ate paste in elementary school, but like in a cool way. like he wasnt the weird kid, it was just a well known fact in the class that Justin would eat paste if you dared him to 
  • (in fact he’d do most things if you dared him to.)
  • he won the science fair three years in a row, and his parents still have the ribbons. 
  • hates spaghetti. “it feels like im eating hair” “its noodles” “yeah or like. worms” 
  • had a turtle as a pet once. most of his entertainment at that point in his life was caused by him feeding the turtle different vegetables and giggling to himself
  • has older sisters 
  • hates long periods of silence. it just creeps him out. that’s why his best friend is holster who is Very Loud and why he likes to surround himself with people
  • bi
  • once painted his nails pink and then insisted they were “salmon” for an entire week simply to piss holster off
  • has literally never dated someone who is not blonde 
  • has a secret, somewhat shameful collection of sticky notes and highlighters? like, he keeps it in a drawer that not even holster knows about. he literally has like every color, size, brand of highlighter and enough sticky notes to last him three lifetimes. he doesn’t even use them. he never fucking studies. he just. likes them. 
  • texts holster’s mom a lot. they have inside jokes. it’s gotten to that point. 
  • terrified of spiders
Things Fandom Has Taught Me
  •  To be more open-minded
    • That people have sexual orientations and gender identities different from mine that I will never fully understand, but are real nonetheless
    • That there is no ‘one’ way to write a fic and that diversity is what makes fandom beautiful
    • All ships are valid because even if they’re not valid to you, they’re valid to someone. Never attack someone over what they ship– that just makes you an asshole.
  • Patience
    • With update times– understanding that both authors and artists have lives outside of fandom
    • With that 12 year old kid who’s just starting out and may not realize how offensive they’re being
  • There is nothing wrong with writing a strong female character (or ‘Mary Sue’, as some would say)
    • To say that a woman can’t be popular, confident, intelligent, and beautiful in fiction is to say that a woman can’t be popular, confident, intelligent, and beautiful in real life either. And that? That is some bullshit.
  • Sex
    • Thank you, fandom, for giving me the sex talk my parents were too chicken to give me. Your education was a bit more…comprehensive than strictly needed (and not wholly accurate in parts, especially in regards to what should, and should not be used as lube) but I have to admit, I now know an impressive amount of euphemisms for male and female genitalia
  • How to deal with anon hate
    • People will be jerks. Just look in the comments section of any YouTube video. And chances are, if you’re actively involved in a fandom, people will send you hate at some time or another. Ignore them; if they’re on anon, it means that deep down, they know that they’re being a dick. 
    • To put it simply, they’re cowards and cowards don’t deserve attention.
  • A whole new vocabulary 
    • Seriously, if you told my 10-year old self that years later, they would know exactly what words like ‘mpreg’, ‘ABO-verse’, and ‘PWP’ meant…well you’d probably cause them to have an early-life crisis, but that’s not the point here.
  • Fandom content is meant to be shared
    • Art and fics are shared with you, not drawn/written for you. Appreciate it and understand that you’re not entitled to more.
    • That being said, everyone likes an audience. No one wants to feel like they’re shouting into the void. Which means that if you liked something and want to see more of it, give the creator some encouragement!

Feel free to add to this list :) 

What I learned from 2016

This year taught me a lot. It taught me that things may sometimes don’t go as the way we want. We gain and we lose. You sometimes don’t know what you have until it’s all gone. This year taught me that even in the darkest moments of your life, you will still have that speck of light. That things will eventually get better in time. You will heal. Things that are meant to be for us will stay and find its way. It taught me about all the different perspectives you have to see rather than just seeing things from one side. Most importantly, this year taught me to let go of things that are not meant for me. Don’t ever regret the past, move on and smile because it happened. 

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
—  Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
Christine, I Love You (Raoul and Phantom Comparison)
  • Christine, I Love You (Raoul and Phantom Comparison)
  • Hadley Fraser and Ramin Karimloo
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I love the difference between Hadley and Ramin’s interpretation of these simple lyrics. Each performance is so dynamic in its own way.

Raoul sounds like he’s saying the words for the first time. Realizing that saying them allows joy and happiness to flow from him. His words are sincere, but as he’s saying them for the first time, they sound sudden. As if he had been waiting for the moment to say them all his life. Raoul’s love brings freedom. A future. And vulnerability.

Phantom interprets the words differently. As much as he wants the lyrics to liberate him from his mental prison, the words enslave him more. He knows at this point he’s lost her. She’s gone and he’s left with 4 simple words. Words that remind him how much he’s had to let go. Nevertheless, his words are just as sincere as Raoul. The difference is that Phantom has imagined how the words will sound over and over in his head. He’s practiced it until he’s perfected the art of expressing his love - a love he was never shown. A love he’s had to learn because of Christine. 

I applaud both actors for taking 4 words and turning them into a love story that will never be matched. I could go on and on about this as these are my favorite lyrics from the musical. I love how something so simple can be analyzed so deeply. I love how something so ordinary can become so profound through music.

This is why I love Phantom of the Opera.

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two of my favorite souls archetypes, “asshole with two shotels killing for his lady” and “bald asshole, trying to get you killed in a more hands off way” and also a bunch of p8s and cr8s because they kinda but not totally fit in there

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
—  Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones

i hope you all know that you are worth it you are worth it more than you expect you are lovely and you deserve love and happiness as everyone does and everyone makes mistakes so most of all forgive,forgive people for what they’ve done.

because no one is completely perfect and you should know that because you’re no perfect too and you don’t have to. because perfection is ugly. being your own self is being your own beautiful. all the friends that I talked to these days and all the conversations made me think, if you can’t accept an idea about your life that is different than other people and you want to be normal consider it your own normal, its just your way of being normal.

the most important thing in life is to be happy and to do that you don’t really have to complicate things, you gotta do what you love in the true meaning of what you really wanna do, do what makes you feel special and happy, take care of yourself and be happy.

if there’s someone who’s trying to take your happiness from you or disturb you in any form don’t let them, fight for yourself, because no one is gonna stay for you but yourself in the end, now all of this might sound selfish but you are worth all the work you’re going through so love yourself

OPENING UP YOUR HEART TO SOMEONE…

…isn’t always the easiest thing to do,

but giving your heart to someone is about a million times harder.

Love is an interesting thing,

so many people have so many different definitions of love

that it’s hard to tell when it’s really happened to you.

It always sneaks up in its own way.

It can hit you like an unexpected fast ball,

or it can take nearly your whole life to creep up on you

when you have lost all hope of ever falling in love.

One thing to always remember,

that I found out the hard way though,

is the difference between loving someone and being in love with someone.

You can love your best friend with an unconditional kind of love that will never fade,

the kind of love that tells you he or she always has and always will be there for you.

Then there is that special kind of love the kind

that is not only emotion, but action.

The kind you feel when that special someone has crept or pushed their way into your life.

The kind of love that has hit me early in life.

You can tell someone or someone can tell you that you don’t know

what love is, you’re to young, you have no clue the depths

or hurts involved with real true love.

It’s all false. You can have that special kind of love at 13 up until
the day you die,

even then you might not know the exact meaning of what it is to love someone,

but just because you can’t explain it, doesn’t mean you can’t feel it.

KoC Appreciation Project

Hi, guys! Thank you for pitching your support on this project! 

What is this project? 

Basically it’s just a message to Rob, Rich, and the Kings of Con crew that thanks them for their hard work on the show. Through Kings of Con, they have made us laugh with their antics, cringe at the unfortunate situations they find themselves in, and truly value the dynamic of friendship.

How are we going to convey our message? 

This project is a skeleton right now, so the details are yet to be worked out, which is why I tagged you guys. For this project to work, ideas and opinions should be pitched. We’re all a team now. 

An idea for a video has been pitched by @gabrielxreader! Through a video, we can express our gratitude in many different ways, ranging from just telling them thank you to quoting your favorite line from the show to describing its impact on your life. This is completely free range; you can say whatever comes to mind when you think of Rob and Rich or the show. If we pick up the video idea and you’re not comfortable with showing yourself, that’s completely fine! You can always hold up a sheet of paper with what you want to say written on it, and only that will be shown. 

I did see that there has been a KoC video done on twitter. Here’s the link if you want to check it out. It’s really awesome! 

Discussion

Projects can die due to a lack of communication. I would love to talk to every single one of you, and also have us sharing ideas as a group. So, we can continue discussion of this project on here or if there is some other place we can all talk, like a Facebook page or some sort of group chat, I’m all ears. 

Tagging

I tagged everyone that interacted with my original post. If you would like to be tagged to keep up with the project, let me know! Same goes for if you want to be untagged. I encourage you guys to tag whoever you think would be interested. There’s a lot of Rob and Rich fans around here. Trust me, I see you guys (and I love you). For now, I’ll tag this #KoCAppreciationProject 

So, what do you guys think?

Originally posted by stynalane

Now, now, it won’t be that bad. 

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