I am now convinced Brennan Lee Mulligan is a samxevan shipper. He licked her blood? He wants to be her dog?? Her good boy?!?? He knows exactly what he's doing with those shoulder pats.
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I am now convinced Brennan Lee Mulligan is a samxevan shipper. He licked her blood? He wants to be her dog?? Her good boy?!?? He knows exactly what he's doing with those shoulder pats.
Too pretentious to jerk off Tried to engage in my sexual fantasy but the narrative was to unrealistic and the dialogue was out of characterAnd trite
(snaps out of it) OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING!! HOLY JESUS CHRIST FUCK WHY DID NOBODY TRY TO STOP ME (eases back into it) ahhhh. yeah this feels right
thinking about hollanov having an outdoor shower at the cottage. shane had one installed to wash the lake water and sand off before going back inside after swimming, of course ilya discovers it on his first visit and he has to be horny about it. seeing shane use it after a dive in the lake, midday sun hitting his tan skin, swim trunks clinging to his body and around his ass, he wanders up to shane and wraps around him under the water kissing at his shoulders as the water runs over him in rivets. he plays with the waistband on shane’s trunks trying to see how far he can get shane to go, feeling him squirm and protest because they “can’t” they’re outdoors…anyone can see…what if my parents drive up. ilya just sinks to his knees and tells him he better be quick then…
ilya makes it his mission to fuck shane properly in the outdoor shower. maybe they go for a sunset swim one day and ilya is just rinsing off completely naked in the outdoor shower cause his trunks had “sand in them” and he’s glowing golden under the water…the soft spray of it diffusing off of him and creating rainbows in the sun. water dripping down his legs and into his v-line and down down down. shane is standing near by in his towel trying not to pass out at this spectacle. ilya motions for shane to drop his towel and trunks while putting a hand on his cock and stroking slowly. a recreation of the first time but this time it’s not in the dingy rink showers…this time they’re at their favorite place in the world, and they’re in love and it’s open but so private and it’s just the perfect amount of exhibition for shane. he joins ilya in the shower and they kiss hot and hungry, their skin slick with water sliding together. the warm water contrasting with the cool late summer air creating goosebumps on skin. shane is whispering to ilya between kisses “wanted it just like this…the first time-couldn’t stop staring at you, i was so scared you could read my mind” ilya is laughing softly softly against his skin “i could and i did, you are many things lyubimyy but subtle is not one” and shane is just kissing him back harder taking him in hand and showing him exactly what was on his mind.
Emergency cleaning: Unfuck your whole house in the shortest time possible
So, your landlord/parents/home inspector/favorite movie star is dropping by, and your place is a disaster. You don’t have much time to clean it up. You’re in emergency mode. Let’s get started.
Don’t panic. Panic leads to fear, fear leads to procrastination, procrastination leads to the dark side. You can do this, but you have to stay calm.
Unlike maintenance cleaning, we’re not looking to completely unfuck one space at a time. Instead, we want to decrease the overall mess in stages, spread evenly across the whole area that we’re concerned about. If you think your home is at Level 10 filth, we want to bring the whole thing down to a Level 9, and then down from there. One really clean spot in an otherwise messy home is not going to be helpful here.
Get prepared. You’ll want to shut the computer down (or turn the modem off if you need your computer to play music). Trust me. Get your music going. Gather up trash bags, your vacuum and mop, some rags or paper towel, sponges, and other cleaning supplies. Use what you have on hand. Don’t get distracted running to the store and spending an hour browsing cleaning supplies. A multi-purpose cleaning concentrate or a jug of vinegar will be just fine.
Breaks are very important. Depending on your time constraints, work in 20/10s (20 minutes working, 10-minute break) or 45/15s. But take breaks because otherwise you’re marathoning, and marathon cleaning is no one’s friend. Keep hydrated, don’t forget to eat, and check in with yourself frequently to make sure you’re physically doing OK.
Make your bed. This will be your home base if you get overwhelmed or need somewhere clear to take a break.
Start with the garbage. Going from room to room, throw out anything that is obvious trash. Once you fill a bag, take it out. Repeat as many times as necessary.
Move on to dishes. Gather the dishes from all over your house and bring them to the kitchen. If you can, start them soaking in a sink of hot, soapy water or start loading the dishwasher. After the dishes are all in one place, spend one 20/10 getting started getting them under control.
Now it’s time for your flat surfaces. Countertops, tables, dresser tops, etc. Clear them off and wipe them down. Don’t get distracted in too much sorting and organizing. We’re in crisis mode here. There will be time to get in-depth once this is all done. The same applies to cabinets and closets. Unless you have reason to believe people will be opening closed doors, leave these alone for now.
Attack the floordrobe and shoe pile. Get your clothes either put away or in the hamper. Start a load of laundry if you need to, but keep in mind that laundry and dishes have three steps: wash, dry, and put it away, goddammit!
Get random stuff up off the floors. If something is trash-worthy, throw it away now rather than just move it around a bunch of times. Otherwise, put stuff where it belongs.
Take another 20/10 or 45/15 to catch up on more dishes, if needed.
Head into the bathroom. Pour some cleaner in the toilet bowl, fill the sink with hot water and cleaner, and either spray the tub and shower with cleaner, or fill the tub up with some hot water and add cleaner and let it soak. Put everything away that’s out and shouldn’t be, clean the mirror, counters, and toilet seat. Sweep or dry mop the floor. Wipe down the sink and tub/shower, and give the toilet bowl a scrub. Mop the floor.
Sweep and mop the kitchen floor.
Vacuum everything you can, and sweep everything you can’t.
Walk outside of your house (don’t lock yourself out, please). Walk back in and see what catches your eye first. Go and deal with that.
If you’re being inspected or your landlord is coming in for repairs, spend time on whatever area they’ll be focusing on.
Give the whole place one more once-over and pay attention to anything you’ve missed so far.
It’s an old trick, but if your place is a little funky-smelling, put a pan of water on the stove on low heat and add some citrus or cinnamon or vanilla. Don’t leave it unattended or forget about it.
Take a shower, put on something clean, and eat something.
You can do this. It’s overwhelming, yes, but it is not impossible. You just need to do it. You have a list. You have directions. You have a whole bunch of Internet strangers who have been there before and who are cheering you on. You can do this, but you need to get started.
Why are you still here? GO. START. NOW.
the number of times in my past that I desperately wanted/needed someone to sit me down and tell me this stuff. I will never get back the hours and hours lost to headless-chicken mode, but it’s nice to know that in the last year I’ve learned so many coping mechanisms :D
When the emergency clean is over, borrow or buy yourself a copy of “How to keep house while drowning”. It is a straightforward, compassionate book on how to stay on top of cleaning while dealing with any number of crises.
As a recovering hoarder myself, one of the skills you will need to work on is reducing your “clutter blindness”. OP’s leaving the house and coming back in is a great start. I also suggest, when you are in a room and are triaging cleaning:
If you have to step around something (or you stepped *on* something), put that object away
If you touch a surface with your hands, check for crumbs, dust, grime, etc. Clean it immediately, if possible. Easy spots to be blind to are the pull chain on a fan, or buildup around faucet handles.
Sit/stand where a guest would and pay attention to where your eyes naturally rest. Any clutter, dirt, etc? Pay special attention to spots like toilets, where someone may be lingering.
You’re not aiming for spotless here - just building your awareness in the places you spend the most. As time progresses, you may also get better at seeing the dust bunnies in corners or crumbs stuck beneath a couch cushion.
For a lot of us, this is not an automatic behavior and we have to go through the house with a checklist mentality. But as long as you are aware of your clutter blindness, you can start to work on it.
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saying this as a lesbian who loves women's boobs--sexually, even! but i don't think that we as a society should consider breasts inherently female or inherently sexual. a flat chest should not be seen as the "default" for gender neutrality but instead just one way a person can present. boobs should be normal. anyone of any gender can have boobs
hey bro lets move to suburbs its gonna be so fun
i tried making a contrapuntal poem for hollanov, which can be read 3 ways: shane’s side alone, ilya’s side alone, or both sides together. inspired by the long game.
Looking past the intended joke that Mac sculpted a penis because he’s gay, and Dennis sculpted a head in a freezer because he’s a “serial killer”, I actually like what these sculptures show about Mac and Dennis’ individual views on love.
Mac attempted to sculpt cupid’s arrow. He sees love as something that is thrust upon a person, as if by magic or some outside force, and which the lover themself has little control over.
Dennis sculpts a head in a freezer to represent “the preservation of love for ever and ever”. He sees love as something fleeting and fragile, that would need to be captured and artificially preserved at the height of its beauty in order to prevent its natural decay.
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Brennan Lee Mulligan literally offered up the Clown and folks are upset Ally Beardsley picked it up. Folks are welcome to talk about not liking the finale, of course! but I will never understand why I see Beardsley get so much ire directed at them, when Mulligan (or the others at the table) are the ones setting these bits up.
Beardsley doing unhinged shit in a D20 finale is damn near part of the brand at this point.
he busted raw, he’s her biological dad. they thought he died in a vending machine accident.
ilya pulls his softening cock from shane's hole, watching it emerge, appreciating how shane stretches a little more around the widest point, how the tip hangs onto shane's rim for a moment before slipping over the edge and letting ilya fall heavy between his thighs. ilya sighs in satisfaction. he sits back on his heels and presses his thumbs to either side of shane's hole, which is glistening at the edge and gaping around the space ilya left behind. ilya hums low and says, "show me how good your hole made me feel, kotik" and shane moans, indistinct in that way his sounds always are after a hard fucking. ilya watches shane's hole clench weakly—then takes in the sight he started imagining the moment that fucker in the ball cap attempted to buy shane a drink at the bar earlier: ilya's release, white and thick and slow, drooling from shane's hole. tracking the curve of his gorgeous ass down to the hotel sheets. something in ilya's chest purrs happily. finally. the visible sign of commitment around shane's ring finger is normally enough to nip ilya's possessiveness in the bud. but sometimes, when even that fails to deter shane's most helpless of admirers, ilya craves a more visceral reminder of his claim. there's nothing like this. ilya swipes two fingers through the trail of white and shane's mouth opens without prompting. ilya shudders. he hovers his coated fingers above shane's lips, asks, "who is this, malysh" and slides them in. shane moans. tastes. around ilya, he says, "you."
This is the best thing ever