Hello and welcome. You may call me Fi (f-eye). She/Her pronouns. Panromantic Ageosexual/Demisexual, Taurus, Feminist, ASMR, Fat, Nerdy, Goth. This is my collection of randomness and hilarity. Freedom. Beauty. Truth. Love.
So this is happening right now apparently. JK rowling is posting upskirt photos of, misgendering publicly and generally degrading a trans woman because TERFs gonna TERF. This is after she started a women's support organization that is trans exclusionary, outraged that another org is being run by a trans woman. So like are we done enjoying Harry Potter or whatever the fuck? Are we done passively bankrolling this absolute fucking abuser?
Just saw an ad for fucking Kellog's cornflakes wherein a shirtless blindfolded man tied to a bed is like "Wait.. are you... eating??" and it pans across the bed to reveal that his partner is, indeed, too distracted to have sex with him bc she is chowing down on corn flakes. Now I've been caught up in wondering whether:
a) John Harvey Kellog would despise this ad; the mere proximity of bondage-play to his brand name and beloved anti-porn flakes is unforgivable
b) John Harvey Kellog would enjoy this ad, because it shows a young woman forsaking the temptations of the flesh in favour of eating a wholesome and nourishing bowl of cornflakes
Cast your vote
A - that crunchy old man is rolling in his grave
B - it's literally demonstrating the flakes' intended purpose
C - what in the goddamn hell are you people talking about
"Are you sure you want to post this without tags?" What, pray tell, tumblr, would I add to this post to help it reach its 'intended audience.' #cornflakes #bondage
Think I met you in another life
So break me off another time
Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~2.1k | Pairing: smg x f!reader | Genre: smut, romance
Thursday
Warnings: deepthroating, face fucking, praise kink, spitting, oral f. rec.
Mingi has had the worst fucking day.
You had to go into work early and he overslept, so he was late again and disheveled as all hell for a meeting he set. He looked like a total idiot in front of the investors because he was so groggy still, and it didn’t help that his shirt was on inside out. He didn’t have time to eat breakfast or pack any food and because he was late, he had to work through lunch, so now he’s starving. And he still has an hour left.
The worst thing is that he knows you’re home already, just waiting for him to arrive. You texted him a selfie, one of you laying in bed in his t-shirt, and while he knows you sent it to help him get through the rest of the day, it only made him want to leave more.
The only upside is that it’s Friday, and once he gets home, he’ll have you to himself for two whole days. He’s got plans for those days, plans that include worshiping every single part of you, cooking for you and feeding you all day, and fucking your brains out all night.
First, he has to get through the next fifty eight minutes.
Time passes so slowly, Mingi thinks he must be in hell. Until he finally walks through the bedroom door to find you sound asleep, curled up on his side of the bed in the shirt he slept in last night.
You’re barely covered, the sheet all twisted at your feet and the shirt riding up on your hip as you doze. Your hair looks a little wet and you smell delicious, you must have showered when you got home, and Mingi mourns the missed opportunity to join you.
He loves bathing with you, loves the intimacy of it, the vulnerability. Loves how the soap makes your tits all shiny, and how warm the steam keeps him when he gets on his knees for you. Most of all, he loves how sweet and soft you get after, your body free of tension and your mind free of worries.
Being able to do that to you means everything to him, as does the sleepy smile that stretches your lips when you open your eyes to find him gazing at you. He’s in the process of undressing, his fingers nearly at the bottom of his button down and his belt loose, but when you reach out to him, he abandons his clothes and takes the few final steps to the bedside.
You pucker your lips at him and he grins, leaning down and bracing himself over you to press his mouth to yours in a gentle kiss before murmuring, “Hi baby, have a good nap?”
“The best,” you smile, pulling away and rolling onto your back when he rises to stretch and yawn dramatically.
You arch your back, pushing your tits up and highlighting the peaks of your nipples as the shirt strains over your chest, and Mingi swallows a groan at the sight, his mind flashing back to Tuesday.
Back to the way you pushed your breasts together and let him fuck them, the way you laid your tongue out for him, the way you touched yourself when he wasn’t fast enough.
His eyes finally travel back up to your face, and your expression tells him his thoughts are exactly why you stretched like that in the first place. God, you’re a fucking menace. Maybe that’s why he’s so obsessed with you.
Your lips are tilted in a smirk, your eyes playful and sultry, and the curve of your cheek is so cute he wants to bite it. He leans in and kisses you again instead, softly at first and then deeper when you swipe your tongue over his bottom lip. He opens his mouth with a sigh, letting his eyes close and sliding his tongue between your lips.
You start sucking it immediately, taking long pulls and moaning like you love the taste of him. His cock stirs in his slacks, blood rushing from his head to his dick as he thinks about your devilish mouth on it instead.
He pulls away, lips and dick throbbing in unison, and you follow him, leaning up on one elbow and cupping his cheek with the other to bring his mouth back to yours. He allows it for a few minutes, kissing you long enough to grow fully hard and stilling you with a hand on your throat before pulling back for good this time.
“Baby, can I fuck your mouth?” He asks raggedly, prepared to beg if you so desire.
“Sure,” you smile up at him with stars in your eyes and shift to hang your head over the edge of the bed, your mouth open wide and just waiting for him to fill it.
“Fuck,” he breathes out slowly, his eyes lingering on your pink, wet tongue before he shakes himself of the stupor you always manage to put him in and finishes undressing with as much speed as he can muster.
When his aching cock is finally exposed to the cool air of the bedroom, he groans deeply, taking it in hand and pumping it one, two, three times. You curl your fingers around his hip and tug, pulling him to you and kissing the head of his dick before wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking softly.
He groans at the feeling, your mouth warm and wet and perfect around him, and waits until you squeeze his hip in encouragement to slide two more inches between your lips. His cock is thick and long, and you couldn’t take it in the beginning, but no matter how many times he told you he was happy without, you never quit trying.
Now, you’re a pro, your throat opening around him and your nose nearly touching his balls as he sinks deeper inside. He lets out a trembling moan and leans forward to cup your tits, pinching your nipples through your shirt as he pulls back halfway and thrusts in gently.
Your mouth feels so fucking good wrapped around him, better than anything but your pussy, and when you whimper around his length, he can’t stop himself from bucking hard, shoving his cock further down your throat.
It molds around him, and when he tears his eyes off the sight of your clothed tits under his hands, he finds that he can see himself moving. Can see as he draws back and fucks in, as he twitches in your esophagus, as he sinks in the deepest he can go, your chin touching his abdomen.
He holds there for only a few seconds, knowing you can’t breathe when he’s blocking your airway like that, and brings one hand up to lay on your throat so he can feel it work around him.
It makes him feel a little crazy to know he’s fit his whole cock in your mouth, and his heart skips a beat when you swallow around his dick, forcing a loud moan from the depths of his chest.
His head tilts back on his neck when you answer with a whimper, the vibrations traveling through his cock and straight to his balls, making them cinch up tight as he grows closer and closer. He tries to pull back but you shake your head, both of your hands now on his hips to hold him in place as you swallow and suck until he’s so lost in pleasure, he doesn’t even notice his orgasm creeping up on him.
If he did, he would have warned you before cumming so hard down your throat, he almost blacks out. You take it like a champ, barely making a sound as you gulp around him, swallowing down all the cum spurting into the back of your throat. Mingi, however, fills the room with his noises, his deep grunts and groans peppered with low whimpers of your name as his head spins and his balls empty.
He stands there, knees shaking and cock pulsing, until you squirm and push at his hips with your hands. It startles him out of his daze and he withdraws carefully, cupping your jaw with a gentle palm as he slowly pulls his cock out of your mouth. Your lips are swollen, plush, shiny, and he can’t resist falling to his knees and kissing the breath from your lungs, no matter how awkward the angle is.
You taste like him but he doesn’t care, too desperate to convey to you just how grateful he is to have you, to be yours, to get to come home to you.
That’s the main thing getting him through his days - knowing that at the end of them, you’ll be there.
“Thank you, baby. You make me feel so good,” he whispers against your lips, pulling away and walking around the bed to take hold of your ankles and tug you fully onto the mattress. The shirt rides up as he yanks you, exposing your stomach and your favorite pair of panties, and he exhales a sigh, putting his hands on your belly and brushing his thumbs over your soft skin.
“I love your tummy, it’s so fuckin’ cute,” he says almost to himself, feeling your skin flush under his hands and looking up to catch your eye and beam. He loves your reactions to him, loves that your body tells him what you’re too nervous to say, loves that with just a little bit of praise, you bloom like a flower.
“God, you’re pretty,” he sighs, affection making his heart feel both heavy and light at the same time.
“Mingi, stop,” you scrunch up your face and draw out the ‘o’. “You’re making me-”
“Wet?” He guesses with a touch of smugness and a heap of hopefulness.
“Well, I was going to say shy but, yeah, fine. I guess I’m wet too,” you roll your eyes and let him pull your legs apart, smiling fondly down at him as he climbs onto the bed and settles on his stomach. He pushes your thighs apart with his broad shoulders, wraps his arms under and around your legs, and leans in to suck your clit through your panties with pinpoint accuracy.
He’s spent enough time studying you that he knows exactly where to find it, and exactly what to do when he does. Normally, your panties aren’t in the way, but he feels they add an extra layer of hotness. He wants to make you cum just like this, wants to get you so wet, they’re ruined.
His fingers slip into your panties and pull the lips of your cunt apart so his tongue can lap between them, your taste just barely coming through. It’s still enough to make his mouth water, and he uses that to his advantage, letting it build up and then spitting it on your covered pussy.
You jump and wriggle and he just watches as it seeps into the fabric of your underwear, turning them nearly translucent. He can see the hood of your clit and your clenching entrance, and he groans brokenly as he returns his mouth to your perfect little cunt.
His lips wrap around your clit and he sucks hard, firming up his tongue and dragging it back and forth, over and over again, until your thighs are pressing up against his ears and your hands are delving into his hair.
He can’t hear very well but he thinks you’re moaning, nearly crying his name, and he feels his chest fill with love and more than a little pride. He doesn’t stop, just keeps going and going and going until his mouth is burning and you’re pushing him away.
He slides to the edge of the bed and stands, bracing himself on his hands between your sprawled legs and panting to catch his breath, his face shiny with your arousal.
“C’mere,” you reach out to him, attempting to sit up and wrap your hand around his arm.
“What do you want me to do, baby?” He asks, puzzled.
“Lay on me,” you say like it should be obvious, but he’s tall and pretty heavy, so why would he lay on you?
He’ll always give you what you want though, so he shrugs, climbs back up onto the bed, and spreads himself out on top of you, his dick tucked against your thigh and his head on your chest.
“Perfect,” you sigh happily, rubbing his back with one hand and playing with his hair with the other.
He’s asleep in minutes, grumbling stomach be damned.
pls reblog if you enjoyed!! as always, i would love to hear your thoughts 💖
I love this so much. Someone slowed it down so it's not the old-fashioned herky-jerky of old films, now someone colorized it…the past feels like the present because, well, people. Lookit them having fun! *beams at everyone*
TLDR, the red light cameras actually read license plate numbers. So when they read the code it executed the command which dumped the entire database of saved information.
So depending on how often they back it up, thats a lot of fines the city isn’t going to be able to collect.
The best thing about new zealand english is we get to pick and choose what we like from american english and british english.
The bad thing is that sometimes we choose wrong.
Like. Americans have fries and chips vs brits have chips and crisps. Both valid.
Here? We have chips and chips.
Youd think it'd be fine and that you can figure out which one a person is talking about from context but trust me a good percentage of the time you cannot. And often the person will try to differentiate them by clarifying they meant "Potato chips" only for them to realise a second later that both chips are made from potatoes
A funny thing about the Greta Thunberg and Andrew Tate is the level of effort each put in. Greta probably spent less than a minute thinking up then writing that post whilst Andrew clearly spent hours on his video, getting his big cigars, putting on his silk robe and ordering a pizza all to prove how he, a 36 year old adult, was unfazed and totally not owned by a 19 year old. And it got him arrested.
This’ll go down in internet history, Greta ruined a sex trafficker life with a tweet.
Left some water bottles in my car overnight last night and I thought they would be frozen when I got them out this morning, but they weren't. Then I got excited because I thought they were supercooled and would turn into ice when jostled, so I slammed one down on the kitchen counter, but nothing happened. Disappointed, I opened it to drink and that's when it froze.
So I took a little video of another one because it always makes me happy to see.
i studied chemistry and ochem for my bachelor’s, so i’m happy to take an educated guess at what’s going on here (fwiw I was awful at chem. dont take my word as gospel).
Ahem. anyway. imo this can be explained w the clausius-clapeyron equation:
ln(P1/P2) = (△Hvap/R) x (1/T2 - 1/T1)
The math is a whole Thing, but basically the formula demonstrates that pressure is proportional to temperature--that is, as pressure in a system increases, temperature does too. & remember, in chemistry, temperature is a form of Energy. so basically, as pressure increases, the system that’s under pressure has Way more energy in it!
It takes energy to freeze (it’s why ice packs help when you’re hot--it sucks the heat/energy from you. that’s why ice feels cold!), so usually when water’s supercooled you can shake it to give it that last bit of energy it needs to overcome the energy barrier keeping the reaction from going. but because the bottle was closed, the energy from the pressure raised that Bar of Energy Entry high enough that a simple whack wouldn’t cut it.
When you opened the bottle, you lowered the system’s pressure to that of the rest of the room (lowering the bar of entry), and because you’d shaken it a bit while opening the bottle (the top bit of water got sloshed against where your palm is from the force of opening) it was able to freeze!
tl;dr the other guy (pressure) had a winning advantage but you took that advantage away so the underdog (ice) could prevail
Fascinating! I usually supercool bottles in my freezer because this reaction delights me, but I've never done it to a pressure sealed one, it's always been ones that were opened previously so the seal isn't tight. A whack has always started the nucleation, so it surprised me when it didn't this time; awesome of you to take the time to explain why! Thank you!
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