itâs like the metallica song wnba sideblog: @wlwnba i follow people by accident daily on mobile so if i follow and then immediately unfollow you that's why! i'm sure you're lovely <3
Surrealist office space in a preserved/adaptive reuse of a 1907 church - Oklahoma City, OK (early 1990s)
Designed by HTB, Inc.
Included the third image since it's an example of a surreal, mostly forgotten trend in postmodern spaces: adding mannequins/contemporary 'statues' as a part of the overall decor (outside of their more typical applications in store windows, modeling clothing in department stores, etc.); in this case construction workers perpetually 'repairing' the old church facade.
Scanned from a 1992 issue of Designer's West Magazine
I love tumblr more than IG bc IG feels like Iâm posting looking for a job but on here itâs like I already lost the job and my wife and the house and Iâm just sitting on the curb talking to myself
The person who told the cops about her abortion was her boyfriend btw. For your safety, do not sleep with or date men who would not defend your rights. There is no "we don't talk politics" or "we just agree to disagree" when his disagreement is your loss of freedom. Stop dating men who would turn you in for a nickel if you hurt their feelings.
When she showed up at the police station, they thought she was coming to "explain herself." She was coming to report the boyfriend who'd reported her held a gun to her head for taking the pills.
Fuck Flock cameras. Fuck police who do this shit. Fuck the survelliance state.
aka a weekend getaway to a french seaside cottage turns into a very cozy tipsy night
May 1st, 2022
The sea was freezing. It chilled to the bone and cracked hair like a whip to the face. It was fucking freezing, and Gabby Williams was chasing after Marine Johannes straight into it, because sheâd follow her anywhere.
Heart racing, feet slapping the wet sand faster and faster with her eyes locked on the back of a head of wild blonde hair, she ran straight into the ocean without hesitation. Marine dove head first into the waves, as she does with everything.
They swam, Gabby screamed, shrieked as the cold pierced her skin and froze her bones. Marine called her a pussy, she shrugged.
Gabby managed to drag her Marine out of the sea, teeth chattering and skin shining in the moon light. Marine led her back to the cozy house, pushing her freezing Gabby up the stairs, telling her to shower, take her time warming up and washing her hair. Marine simply threw on a thick wool sweater over her swimsuit, leaving her long legs exposed to the warm air of the house.
She popped open a bottle of her favorite red, beginning to pull ingredients out the fridge for a late night french classic. The heat from the stove warmed her skin, but the buzz of the wine and the rush from the sea with her Gabby warmed her soul.
Her hair was drying into sea-swept waves, the thick knit sweater pooling at her hips, letting the plush of her thighs and ass peek out. The aroma of cooked herbs and fats sizzled through the quaint house and into Gabbyâs rumbling stomach as she emerged from the steam filled bathroom. She took her time brushing out her curls with product and lotioning her body, when the rosy cheeked blonde she chased earlier emerged at the door frame, two glasses of maroon ichor in hand, and wordlessly placed one on the edge of the vanity in front of Gabby.
Gabby noted the lack of pants before she registered the wine, eyes trailing up the expanse of skin in front of her. She whispered a warm âmerci,â before the cheeky smiled Marine tip toed back down the stairs.
Gabby emerged down the stairs in a sweater of her own, but thick sweatpants covered her legs, her body still refusing to fully warm. The half empty glass in her hand was placed next to Marines by the stove as she came up behind her chef blondie, arm slowly wrapping around her middle under the thick sweater, hoping to steal some of the warmth she always possessed.
She placed a whispering kiss behind her ear, sighing into the heater of her girlfriend. The stain of red on her lips traced the pulse of Marines neck, her own glass empty. The warmth from the stove, her girl, the wine, sent a pleasant heated buzz through the two of them.
They leaned across the counter, stealing bites of each others food through heated eye contact. Their chilled hands wandered under fabric, tracing a different kind of heat through their skin. Marine was bolder than usual, the now almost empty bottle of wine mostly drained by her lips. A giggle escaped a slouching Gabby as Marine stood on her tippy toes, proving she was much taller than her, her grace faltering when Gabby traced her bottom lip with her tongue, her teeth following, eyes boring into Marines. Her now heated hands came to rest on Marines dry swimsuit bottoms over her hips, one rubbing along her hip until it reached the swell of her ass, accentuated by her tippy toed state.
âThank you for the food, it was lovely,â Gabby said slowly, hoping itâll distract from her wandering hands. The flushed blonde lowered herself back to her normal height and placed her hands on the front of Gabbyâs shoulders, the divot of her palm perfectly fitting along her collarbones. âOf course,â she whispered back, âyou needed something to silence all that whining about the cold.â
Gabby feigned offense, leaning her head back with a small gasp. Marine just bit her lip and giggled unapologetically. The two were lost in their own melting bubble, dripping down the sides of their attraction like the melting candle wax dotted around the room. The flicker of the lights coupled with the warm of the heady wine, Marines head was close to spinning, pulling her closer to Gabby.
Gabby, ever the charmer, and the slightly less wine drunk one out of the two, âand what about dessert, hm?â her tattooed hands firmly on Marines ass now. The double meaning suggestion sparked Marines creativity, backing away from Gabby slowly. Her hands traced down fawn colored skin, over inked biceps and wrists, until her fingers rested in Gabbyâs own. Pale fingers gripped gently as a mirth filled Marine backed out of the kitchen and into the adjoined dining room. The table was loosely set for two, as if they were meant to end up in the cozy room anyways.
Marineâs back was to the head of the table. She dropped Gabbyâs hands slowly before backing up, and sitting on the edge of the brown wood. The cream sweater lifted as she leaned back onto her hands, one leg lifted and bent slightly, accentuating the flow of her muscled waist to the curve and swell of her hips, the navy swim bottoms still covering her. Marines eyes were a dare, a taunt dripping with mead. A bitten smile was on her rosy face, teasing Gabby wordlessly.
She was the dessert.
And who was Gabby to complain?
That was how she ended up on one knee, hands palming at Marines milky thighs, feasting on her dessert. Marine laid fully back on the table, truly spread like a luxury dinner for Gabby. She kept the thick sweater on, but Gabby had been palming up her body enough for it to be lifted and bunched over her swim top, warm abdominals and waistline on display for doe eyes to feast on.
Marines inhibitions were low, low enough for her to abandon her usually quiet pleasure in exchange for deep moans and soft words. The wine was filtering through her system now, pulsing through her veins and warming her system. Gabbyâs tongue felt like magic over her dripping core. She traced up and down in tantalizing strokes of her tongue that drove Marine through the slow waves of ecstasy. Gabbyâs large hands cradled soft hips and muscles, Marines own bunched under wool sleeves that were her lifeline to the physical world beneath her.
Saccharine dripped from Gabbyâs lips as she came up for air, eyes searching for Marines piercing ones. All she found was Marine sprawled out against the wood like she belonged there, eyes shut tight, cheeks and ears flushed a rosie pink. God is she the sweetest dessert.
âMarine,â she whispered, wanting, needing to see blue eyes staring back at her. The blonde slowly sits up, fighting the head rush she gets and forcing her eyes to Gabbyâs, âI want you to look at me, I want you to watch as I make you fall apart.â
She knew her words would kill even a sober Marine, but the empty bottle in the kitchen stood as a stark reminder that was not who she was dealing with right now. A warm whimper escapes mulberry stained lips, accentuated by a fervent nod, and Gabby dives back into her meal.
She kisses and licks and tastes her Marine. Her own wine making her head spin, feeling euphoria between pale legs. The two lose track of time, it all melts into one wine stained, candle lit, pleasure filled moment. It doesnât take much for Marine to melt into an orgasm, her desire leaking out of her and onto Gabbyâs tongue. She worships the woman spread in front of her, takes her through pleasure like sheâs the one receiving it. Gabby moans and breathes into Marines pussy, savoring the mix of emulsions on her tongue. Marine clutched Gabbyâs warm hand like she needed it, needed to feel more of her.
Her blonde hair was mused in a way only the ocean and her Gabby could do, tousled around her face in a perfect frame. Marine did as she was told, and kept her eyes on Gabby the whole time, even as she arched and whimpered in a purely erotic way that would typically embarrass herself to no end. She ended up finishing twice on Gabbyâs tongue, so close together it melted her hand to Gabbyâs as she gripped it for support where it rested on her thigh.
After gasping in air to her lungs, Marine pulled Gabby up off her knees, needing to feel her lips on her own immediately. She felt the mix of her own cum and red wine mix on their tongues, the combination reminding her of Gabby and herself. Warmth filtered through their kiss, their hands firmly gripping and grabbing at skin, needing more in order to breathe.
The two manage to stumble up the stairs and into the soft sheets of their bed, second bottle in hand, where Marine returns the favor, almost more for her own desire to taste Gabby.
The events of the night meant a deep kind of relaxation filtered through her body as she laid her girlfriend down against white linen. She didnât take her time, she couldnât, not when Gabby was so SO good to her downstairs, not when the aphrodisiac was working its course, not when she knows their time together is limited before theyâre on opposite sides of the country soon, competitors again.
Marine let out a loud moan when she tasted Gabby, her swig of wine straight from the bottle still on her tongue. She dove in, quick and heady, like she hasnât unfolded her a hundred times before. Youâd almost think she was inexperienced with how messy she was being, sloppy kisses and strokes decorated Gabbyâs pussy, leaving it messier than before.
She rapidly licked up and down over Gabbyâs clit, disproving the earlier assumption of a lack of experience VERY quickly. She moaned and gasped in tandem with Gabby, loving every second of being buried by caramel thighs. Gabbyâs head was spinning, she felt whiplash from Marineâs demeanor. Going from literally offering herself up wantonly as dessert, to laying Gabby down and feasting herself.
Gabby held back her mess of blonde waves in a makeshift bun, tugging every now and then just to see Marine get riled up, neck of a green wine bottle in the other. Whispies and other small chunks of hair fell into Marines eyes, but she didnât even notice as she continued her assault with half kidded eyes, drunk off more than just the wine.
Gabby reveled in the pleasure, also slightly laughing to herself as she felt a dizzy kind of tipsy, and Marine was wine drunk off her ass. âMarine is a lightweight. notedâ was her last coherent thought before she surrendered to the pleasure and let a crimson wave push her over the edge to finish on Marines waiting tongue.
The night descended into giggles and kisses and gasps that rattled the bed frame, giving the lovers a night of reprieve before soon flying back to their own corners of the states. The bottle was drained, and the two fell into a state of undressed stupor, kissing and sipping each other until the sun rose. Only then did sleep override their drunken antics.
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