lust interest

Touch my muse! Touching is a quiet way of conveying your feelings, so tell me how you feel with your touch!
  • Top of head: Sibling affection/parental affection
  • Hair: Yearning
  • Ear: "I want you to hear me out."
  • Nose: "You're so cute."
  • Cheek: "I want to tell you I love you."/Deep affection/Devotion
  • Neck: Dislike/Hate/Disdain
  • Shoulder: Worry/Concern for other/Fear
  • Waist: Possessiveness/"You are mine."
  • Over the heart: "I love you."
  • Butt: Sexual attractiveness/lust
  • Hip: Interest
  • Back: Wanting to kill/will betray you one day
  • Stomach: Fun!/Silliness/"Wanna go cause some trouble?"
  • Forearm: Indifference/Don't particularly care for
  • Biceps: Aggravation/Irritation/"You are an idiot."
  • Fingers: Friendship/amicable
  • Wrist: Fear of losing you
  • Knee: "Don't worry, I'm here for you."
  • Chin: Beauty/attractiveness
  • Thigh: Sympathy/empathy
  • Calves: "I will cause you pain."
  • Feet: "I will serve you forever."/Deep devotion and and feelings of servitude/extreme fealty
One word spells

Inspired by this by @tytysdeliveryservice I made a couple of my own portmonteau spells. Here they are!

Chamour

chat (French, ‘cat’) + amour (French, ‘love’)

To make a cat more affectionate towards you, to make a cat lovable, to positively affect your relationship with a cat.

Veritongue

veritas (Latin, ‘truth’) + tongue

To prevent lies. To make somebody speak truth.

Cravay

crave + away

To prevent cravings. Could also be used to help cope with unrequited love or crushes etc. (treating lust/romantic interest as a craving for a person)

Fleurloom

fleur (French, ‘flower’) + bloom

To help somebody or something reach full potential, to encourage. Can also be used literally, to help flowers bloom.

Venipunkt

veni (Latin, past tense of ‘go’, literally ‘I arrived’) + punktualny (Polish, ‘punctual’)

To come on time. To prevent being late.

Re: Nicotero’s Comment

I don’t think any of us are surprised that a member of the show shut down the possibility of a future Daryl/Jesus romance. We’ve all been saying since day one that Desus was a long shot for a variety of reasons—many of which are unfortunate, but sadly a reality with the way LGBT+ couples are handled in popular media. No one here (at least anyone I’ve come across) has claimed otherwise. I mean, what other highly-rated television show has made one of their main and hugely lusted-after male characters interested in other men? Plus, how in the world would merchandising explain Daryl kissing a dude to all the people they want to sell this???

Anyway, I digress. 

My point is, we all know Desus most likely isn’t happening on the show. That’s barely news. That’s not the problem with what Nicotero said. What I do see as an issue is how he said it within the context of the larger conversation—a drunken cruise panel where moments before Nicotero had less of a reaction to Norman joking about Daryl literally fucking a tiger. So actual bestiality is no biggie, a joke or whatever, but a fan yelling out about Daryl and Jesus warrants some uber-declarative statement with multiple exclamation points? Not a good look, man.

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As promised, here are the Vices!  This would be them without their enhancements, but I do plan I’m posting a version WITH their enhancements as soon as I draw it.

Virtues and Vices is a story about two teams of seven people who, between outside jobs, frequently clash and compete with one another, holding a grudge against the other.  Helping them are 14 AIs, seven Vices and seven Virtues, that enhance their host and warp their behaviour/personality.

Below the cut is a blurb about each of them.  Send me questions about them, and maybe I’ll draw something for an answer!

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PROMPT #240

There are people who are interested/in-lust with Spidey/Peter but becoz Spidey has a secret crush on Deadpool, he is oblivious to the attention (which adds to the appeal since everyone thinks he’s so sweet and innocent). Dp flirts heavily with Spidey but believes he has no chance with him. So others are always quick to talk down and kick out Dp, thinking that it’ll impress Spidey and he’ll be grateful for chasing away the perverted freak. They get confused when it just drove Spidey closer to Dp

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Zodiac Advice for the Heart in 2017

Aries: Take time to get to know them before you open up, Make sure they are worth your time and your heart- protect yourself a little better.

Taurus: Life is long and Life is hard. Swallow that famous Taurean pride and spend it with the one you love, stop complicating it with overthinking.

Gemini: Patience has never been your strength- but take a deep breath and just wait. They’ll realise what you already know.

Cancer: Your gut instinct is as always right, bite your tongue until your house is in order and then challenge them about the secret. It might not be what you think.

Leo: This is the year you’ll meet your match, you’ll know when you do because they’ll be the only person in the room louder than you.

Virgo: You need to calm your heart and stop expecting your relationship to be as perfect as it is ‘supposed’ to be. No relationship is and what you have is pretty damn close, just enjoy it.

Libra: This will make you uncomfortable but this is the time you need to be alone. Not isolation, but take a break from everything your juggling and focus on who you are for a while.

Scorpio: Listen to that intuition, it’s not wrong. Focus your attention to your family and your love, you always knew that most couldn’t be trusted and they are just stirring the pot.

Sagittarius: You need no advice. If you haven’t met them yet, you’re about to and you know better than anyone how to please your lover. What a wonderful year you have ahead!

Capricorn: It’s been bubbling for a while and if you were waiting for a sign this is it. Cut away those distractions and focus on your love, they need you right now but have not wanted to ask for fear of distracting you from your goals.

Aquarius: Pay close attention to your inner circle- your love is there but it’s not the one you think. Look for real connections and not superficial ones based on lust and common interests.

Pisces: A beautiful soul, you give too much of yourself to those who do not deserve it. Unusually, like the Libra give yourself some time alone to work out what you want from your life- not what others would have for you.

I Aspire to be as fucking EXTRA was Alexander Gideon Lightwood

- this guy in his early 20’s, who’s really only ever had feelings for one person in his life - a guy that was closer than a friend, closer than a brother, legit emotionally, physically and psychologically linked to him in every way - a connection that would confuse any teenager in the world, especially one isolated in a training institute where everything from the food you eat to the classes you take are about making you into the best soldier you can be, an angelic warrior - a hero in the shadows

At a young age he made the choice to ignore his feelings and do what he was told - Emotions are nothing but a distraction - and as time went on he got used to it. He watched Jace chase skirts, he felt Jace’s attraction, his interest and lust through their bond, but he knew it would never be directed towards him.

So Alec got over it. Shadowhunters ruled with  their heads, not with their hearts. He grew up working closely with his sister and parabati - never paying attention to anyone else, until he met The High Warlock of Brooklyn.

Magnus Bane shined like the sun and Alec was blinded by him… Magnus immediately understood what Alec was hiding and he didn’t think less of him for it. In fact he liked Alec, he made that clear from the start. As they spent time together, they helped each other. This caused them to grow to care for each other on top of the undeniable attraction and connection between them.

Then Alec’s birthright came into play - he was expected to get married and head the New York Institute. This was the career he was always supposed to have as the eldest child, the first born son. He’d trained his whole life for this. It wasn’t about his feelings for anyone else, it was about what was expected of him. It was about restoring the Lightwood name. It was about honor, duty, family.

But when the moment of truth comes, Alec can’t marry Lydia, he can’t deny himself forever. He’s gay, he’s always known that. And Magnus is there… offering Alec everything he ever wanted. All he had to do was step off the altar and take it.

So he called off his wedding, refused the future that was planned for him - stepped down in front of his whole world and went to Magnus. It should be noted that this was clearly Alec’s first kiss and he grabs the fucking High Warlock of Brooklyn, who most people avoid touching at all, by the lapels and proceeds to make out with him like he owns this powerful, ancient warlock and Magnus Bane is just like… finally.

All I want to happen in the Trials of Apollo is for Percy to be dragged into Apollo’s mess (because Meg is important and young and Percy doesn’t have the heart to leave her in the hands of the sun god) and then I want Percy to immediately regret because Apollo is a flaming bisexual who doesn’t know when to shut up nor what constitutes as personal space.

I mean… His name is Lester… and all I can think is MOlester… and we all know from the stories that Apollo can’t take a hint. Or a direct No. However, he would know when he’s about to cross a line and would stop, but he’d just be fascinated with Jackson’s scarred skin and wind swept hair and he’d just have to make up poems on his eyes and physical form. Percy would probably not care and just ignore him in hopes that he’d eventually stop.

Alrighty then…

Managed some fine, lusty blogging this evening, thanks to much inspiration from like-minded Mutuals, and of course, my incomparable Beautiful Obsession.

Speaking of…um…er…lust, if anyone is interested I might be induced to publish a pre-view of my aforementioned pre-coital Khanbatch/Seraphina smut, sometime tomorrow–if the temperature of the room demands its. :-D

Ichazo’s Enneagram: Type Eight

Passion: Lust
Virtue: Innocence
Fixation: Vengeance
Holy Idea: Holy Truth

PASSION:

Lust. The Passion of Lust is not primarily sexual lust, but it might better be understood as an addiction to intensity. This lustful intensity arises in response to the loss of the Virtue of Innocence. When we are relaxed, open, and present, we feel a natural vitality and experience our “realness” and freedom directly. When we are gripped by the passion of lust, however, we attempt to gain this sense of aliveness and freedom through the intensity of our interactions with the environment and with others. We do not want to have a discussion: we want to have a discussion, or even an argument. Becoming agitated gives us a false feeling of being strong and real. But to the extent that Eights are blocked from relaxation and presence, they will need to be worked up all the time.

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Cupid's Chokehold.

It’s been some time since we’ve last spoke. This is gonna sound like a bad joke…

Rafinha had been stationed in front of his Mac with a large smile planted on his face ever since his parents called him on Skype. They were truly like his best friends and though he wasn’t able to speak with them as often as he wished, he tried to keep up with them as much as possible and update them on his life in Spain.

They had been meddling through typical conversation for some time now but Rafa was now willing to delve into a much deeper conversation. Fiddling with his fingers nervously, he picked at the invisible dirt decorating the under portion of his nail to deal with the words rapidly flowing from his mouth. “I’m dating someone now…”

But momma, I fell in love again. It’s safe to say I have a new girlfriend.

Here was this grown man, afraid to tell his parents that he had a new girlfriend in tow but for him, it made sense to be nervous. He attracted the attention of various women and he was the type to fall for a pretty face fast before realizing the term ‘girlfriend’ meant much more to the woman he was dealing with than to him. Just as soon as they were introduced to his parents via telephone, they were dismissed just as quickly. It was a revolving door so the skepticism in his mother’s features was to be expected.

And I know you heard the last song about the girls that didn’t last long…

“What happened to the last one, Rafinha? What was her name?” She looked to her husband for guidance as he uttered the identification of the last ‘girlfriend’ they were called about. “Lina.”

“Ah, yes. Lina,” his mother spoke as she turned her eyes back to her son. He was all too familiar with the memory of that conversation. He disguised his lustful attraction as innocent interest to them via text when they asked who the woman was who was seen around town with him in paparazzi pictures.

He’d confess that she was his new love, they’d accept that information a few days later, and then soon ‘Lina’ or whoever it was the time before that and the time before that and the time before that would find themselves hollowed and alone while Rafa found a way to escape their grasp.

It was a never ending cycle that repeated every few months as the playboy decorated his count of women very often.

…But I promise this is on a whole new plane. I can tell by the way she says my name.

But the 21 year old ‘heartthrob’ wanted to make it very clear that this was different. She was different. He was a changed man simply by her presence and her stubborn persistence to resist his advances in the beginning. He accepted the vigorous challenge and it didn’t take him long before he was spiraling into romanticism with this young lady. It went far beyond wanting a sexual encounter and more about wanting her rarely shared time.

Rafinha licked his bottom lip in thought before revealing his deeply hidden feelings. “She’s definitely not like Lina or any of those other women who practically fell at my feet. She’s…I don’t know, perfect.” He struggled to find a satisfactory description other than that.

It’s gonna be a long drive home but I know as soon as I arrive home and I open the door, take off my coat, and throw my bag on the floor, she’ll be back into my arms once more for sure like…

He wanted to explain every reason why she was better than everyone else. It was the way she found the littlest things to do to make him happy such as making sure to be at his place after a game, willing to massage his body with her warm fingers in the most loving way or cook him dinner. It was obvious he was smitten with her by the way his eyes lit up just speaking about her but his parents were still wary. They knew how their son was. They needed more proof. “So when are we meeting this woman?”

“Uh-uh I’m not sure. I don’t want to scare her off. I mean…what if she thinks I’m moving too fast?”

“What’s considered moving too fast?”

He hesitantly made another confession. “Moving too fast like I’m close to asking her to move in with me?” His voice turned to a childlike whimper of fear, afraid of what his parents may think that he was about to make such a big step for a woman they hadn’t even met.

His mother’s eyes widened in shock and her tongue rattled off words so fast in a language he couldn’t dare to understand. It was nowhere near coherent. His father stepped in to speak, “I don’t think that’s such a good idea, Rafa. How long have you two been dating?”

“Four months.”

Four months was such a short window of time but he viewed it as some of the best four months he had ever experienced. The time was never enough.

She’s got a smile that’ll make the most senile annoying old man bite his tongue.

The memory of their first meeting flashed in his mind. He had arrived to the restaurant with intentions on running in and running out with his to-go order but the woman at the bar with the flashy smile, curly locks and short stature even in the black pumps she wore was just too strong an attraction to ignore.

His first approach took more than 10 minutes as he stood awkwardly in the corner hoping to just grab her attention and send her walking his way to do the work but it didn’t quite go that way. Instead he found himself nervously approaching and unable to speak, his tongue tied when her bright eyes turned to him.

She’s got eyes comparable to sunrise and it doesn’t stop there…

Those same eyes that were able to so quickly calm him down whenever he was in even a remotely sour mood. Those eyes that would narrow when she was the one upset at him and he’d quickly search his mind for a way to make things right. Those eyes he found himself lost in every time he kissed her goodnight and those same eyes he was lost in now just thinking about them, until his mother huffed to grab his attention.

“When are you asking her to move in, Rafa?”

She’s got the cutest laugh I’ve ever heard and we can be on the phone for three hours (not sayin’ one word) and I would still cherish every moment.

It was that luring laugh that could echo throughout a room and make a man weak at his knees, the type that had Rafa bragging to his teammates about the gift he had received by managing to get this woman to become his. The couple found joy in the simplest moments and the simplest times. Any time apart was viewed as a waste while those hours spent together were counted down as if they’d be the last for a while. When she was busy at work and he was off from training, he’d stop at her office and slither past her nosy co-workers to drop by her desk with a special lunch without even a request from her. Or flowers. Or a cheesy card. Or a box of chocolate. It was the simplest surprises he found joy in giving.

And when I start to build my future, she’s the main component.

Rafa’s eyes dropped down to his lap, nervous just thinking about making the pitch that it was a good idea for her to move from her own apartment she called home into his blank space. “I don’t know…” His head bobbed up immediately.

“How should I ask? Any pointers?”

His mother wanted to respond with ‘Don’t ask’ but she couldn’t knock down her son’s hopes. She saw that small glimmer in his eyes that appeared once they started speaking about this girl. It was one she had never seen before which spelled good things. She wanted nothing more than for Rafinha to find happiness with one woman and begin to build a family.

Maybe it was coming into fruition.

Call it dumb, call it luck, call it love.

“I’m still cautious about this whole thing. Moving in with someone is a huge step. It’s something you save when you’re close to marriage and not just starting to date, sweetheart.” But his ears had already tuned out her worry thinking of waking up to his girlfriend every morning as she lay by his side in his t-shirt, the ones she managed to sneak off with every visit now, and her legs sprawled over his as she often did to try and get comfortable.

“You seem really into this girl. What’s her name?” It was the question that he had been waiting for since the conversation began. Just the utter of her name off of his tongue gave him childish butterflies in the pit of his stomach.

Those butterflies represented a true, first love for a man who never got to experience a relationship so meaningful.

“Y/N. And it’ll be the last woman I’ll ever have to introduce you to. That’s for sure.”

Everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet like here…
Take a look at my girlfriend.

anonymous asked:

Im confused about gio. You said he understands sex and the concept of it. Does he not have interest in sex or not feel sexual attraction or do u mean he's just an innocent boy who's not ready yet?

Eh he has no current interests in it. It’s not like he doesn’t want to try it out one day, but he doesn’t think about it and much rather do other things. With that, he hasn’t met anyone who he’s actually sexually attracted to. I mean, he’ll find others attractive! But more in an aesthetic way haha. He’s more prone to developing romantic interests rather than purely physical/lustful interests towards someone else.

Carol Color Story 1: Carol’s Coral & Therese/Carol’s RED

Department Store:

Carol is wearing a coral silk scarf. It peaks out from under her mink (heh) when she meets Therese for the first time. This is a sign of sexual interest and lust. Therese’s hat is red = passion, love. She’s already in her head in love with Carol the moment she sees her.

Lunch:

Sitting down, Carol’s coral silk scarf is wrapped around her neck…but it also bursts out through her jacket, over her heart, and flows downward. Therese is wearing black and white.
As Carol is talking to Therese, touching neck and preening, she shows her ear…which is wearing a coral and gold earring.

Now we as the audience can see that the coral has travelled from her chest to up to her head.

As Carol is leaving Therese, she gets into the car with Abby and wraps the scarf around her head. Now the lust has gone to her head, traveling from her heart to her head. Her mind is on Therese, she’s infatuated, interested, lusty.

Harge’s Parent’s House:
There is no coral scarf to be found. She’s now in her grey suit.

Carol’s House:
There is no accent color. This is Harge land, heteroville. Neither Therese nor Carol are wearing accent colors at Carol’s house, as their lust is sublimated. Carol wears a blue dress then a green sweater over it, cool colors.

We don’t see much red up until this point, it’s mostly coral. The color of lust, but not love or passion.

Lawyer’s Office:
When meeting with her lawyer, Carol does wear quite a bit of red - enveloped in her coat and under her jacket is a beautiful red shirt. I think this is what Sandy Powell referred to as Carol’s armor, the red that she wears into battle. Maybe on Carol it means something different than it does when Therese wears it. 

Therese’s Roof:
Carol is enveloped in a red coat. This is when she asks Therese to go on the trip with her.

Hotel room, night before Carol leaves Therese:
Carol is wearing a coral polo, woven shirt. They make love for the second time, Carol wears coral.

Therese’s Apartment:
While packing for the trip and fighting with Richard, Therese picks up a red sweater and then after he storms out, delicately packs it into her suitcase. This is her love of and for Carol.

Diner:
When Carol and Therese are at a diner on their trip, Therese wears the same red sweater while giving Carol the “Easy Living” record, again signifying her love for Carol. Red here is the love between them and Therese is filled with it. Carol interestingly, wears green. 

Carol in a Taxi:
Everything is washed out and without accent colors for a long while until Carol spots Therese again wearing: red shoes, red jacket. Red is the love they share between them. Carol realizes her love for Therese, that Therese is the one.

Carol at the Lawyer’s office:
Carol wears no accent colors, her nails are nude. 

Tea Room:
In this scene the entire room is washed out in beige, white, ivory. Carol wears grey, Therese in brown and black. The only accent color is on Carol’s nails, coral again. Peeping out, but no longer as a scarf or a hat. Just a touch of coral. The ember is there however, as she places her hand on Therese’s shoulder - coral is the only color we see at that moment. 

We see Therese at the party, everything is brown and black and beige and muted. EXCEPT…as we see Therese rushing to the Oak Room, her purse is RED! OMG! The only color in the Oak Room is the red purse Therese clutches. Amazing, Therese carries the love they have between them.

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Red and the coral represent two separate things. Red is all about Therese and Carol (how they feel about each other, the love they share, this thing they have together that all people in love share) while coral is all about Carol’s lesbianism and sexuality.

Now that I think about it, when Carol wears her red hat, coat, and red shirt to see the lawyer - I think it IS all about the stirring of love she feels for Therese. Red is not about anything other than Carol and Therese, it has nothing to do with Harge, Abby, or Rindy. On the day Carol sees the lawyer, she’s already…very infatuated (let’s say in love) with Therese, not lusty coral, but the red of love, of something real and more. In her altercation with Harge the night before, he had reacted violently to both Therese and the implication that Carol’s lesbianism wasn’t just a one time thing. When she calls Therese asking to see her again, Carol has already decided that she will do what she wants, and that’s to keep Therese within reach.

When Carol and Abby have drinks, the red coat is splayed over the suitcase she has bought for Therese.

Not only is red the only color that Carol and Therese share, it jumps between them - they never wear it at the same time. I would say red is their relationship, a delicate thing that each carries throughout the movie.