#for rex

[phi-guy]

Redraws of some Ahsoka promo material + a screenshot from the Mandolorian I think. Anyway. What could have been …

[blogdemocratesjr]

The development of the ten-petalled lotus flower near the solar plexus requires cultivating soul care of a particularly subtle and delicate kind. Here it is a matter of learning to consciously control and master the sense impressions themselves. What had only shape and warmth for the spiritual sense organs we have previously described will now contain spiritual light and color. This will reveal to us the gifts and abilities of other souls, as well as the forces and hidden qualities in nature. The color aura of living beings will become visible to us, and everything around us will manifest its soul-like qualities.

—Rudolf Steiner, How to Know Higher Worlds

[zoralux]

@hxdrostorm

"I know you didn't ask, but I'm feeling generous, so I'll give you some advice on how to please your 'friend'.

Here's what you're gonna do: find a place where you can be alone together and take your time. Set the mood however you need to, whether it's dim lights, incense, music...whatever helps you all relax. I can give you some fragrance recommendations that I've had luck with in the past.

Then you just take it slow and experiment; run your fingers over his body and pay close attention to how he reacts. Try kissing or blowing air onto typically sensitive spots like the neck, ears, wrists...

In short, just try a few things out so you can get a feel for what he responds positively to and then you can get more adventurous from there."

[trans-mando]

this chapter’s current word count is 7567 and it isn’t finished but i cannot change it which is a bit of a problem

[vignetteswithoutclosure]

For REX. from The Hands that Guide Me Home. A collection in progress.

Touch had never been the medium of my senses. I was always too calloused and jaded to understand the language of pressure points and softness and goosebumps, erecting. But then, i remember the feel of your hands pressed against the small of my back, fingers tracing the outlines of my hips and I know, then and there, how I, in my fullness, can belong in the palm of your hands.

[killingtimewithwords]

What a beautiful thing it is to have loved. To be known in the eyes of a lionheart What a beautiful thing it is to have loved- I say “loved”, for I have been cherished and honored I say “loved”, for I have been respected and valued “Loved”: the past tense does not mean the end, for there has been no “goodbye” to break my heart yet or a pull to the other side of life after death. I say “loved” because I always want to be able to say hello to you through new eyes. To wake up each morning and, after a long stretch and sigh, see your face and wonder how I ever became so blessed.

I say “loved”, so I can love you with my best. 

[killingtimewithwords]

"You go out for coffee and come back a different person." from Adam Fitzgerald’s “Cathedral” 

Sweeping the front porch, I prepare a place of welcome. For only one knows his way to the door, coming prepared with a key made of honesty and integrity, boundless love bound with found respect. A key of endlessness that has no end and -oh- what have we here? He brings a blanket of ember and gentle waters; uncover my eyes, let me see into your oceanic heart- and just as the bride is unlaced from her wedding dress, slowly revealing the plume of her hips, slipping free from constraint of too many nights lived and left alone, Yes- just as that gown is dropped, so my heart shall be too. Freefalling to your waters, I fall knowing you are there- there! Over there! "Over here!" you shout up to me- "Our garden is in bloom! Come plant with me and share this soon-to-be harvest; We can show many how flowering turns to nourishment, food for the soul." And this is how we begin. This is how we begin. With art as the end, and the end as an art, this is how we begin. Ready? Set... START.

-JC