#found this again

[anestofmuses]

Half a year later and the Toryu-tei restaurant is finally completed and now it was nearing the time for the restaurant's soft opening, where he'd open the restaurant for a select few individuals. Yusuke had approached Ai himself personally to bring her to the place of their creation. "Today's finally the day.. I came here t' get ya. Man..I swear-" He spoke softly as he began pulling at the sleeves of his suit's jacket. "I feel like i'm back in the yakuza wearin' this..except i'm not blond this time around."

Ai Jian was ready as well, all delicate lace and elegance for tonight. Her scars noticeably covered. A small, soft laugh escapes her before she offered to help Yusuke with the sleeves.

"I'm wearing a wig to hide my blonde tonight. Need a hand or just annoyed at the sleeves' presence?" It was an exciting time, the restaurant Yusuke and her had spent so much time, energy and money into was complete. Which meant her dear friend's dream was finally coming true.

[qazastra]

[bea-lele-carmen]

[rednines]

[xkuja]

Anti sand propaganda

[ki-chang]

Yoo Kihyun

[pseudogaiety]

@throattore​ said: All right Eve, he's got just the story to read for nighty - night time. " You are mine,’ he grunts out, pumping into me, the length and level of his arousal brutal. ‘Mine,’ he swears, as he releases my mouth and turns me around, pushing me forward as he yanks my legs back, one hand hard on my back, the other gripping my ass. He doesn’t slow the movement, giving me full, hard thrusts, my breasts bouncing from the top of my dress, the mirror above the sink giving me a full view of my... slutdom. "

             she’d insisted that she didn’t need a bedtime story...but maybe she should have insisted a little more. or maybe not? at first she’s just staring at him, brow slightly furrowed, as if he’s speaking a foreign language. this...this was not really the story he’d chosen? for bed time? how was she supposed to sleep? she quickly goes from looking surprised to almost horrified to clearly listening intently, all tucked in, without interrupting.

             ❝ i’m...i’m sorry? slutdom? it...it doesn’t really say that, does it? ❞ so that’s the problem she’s found with this. ❝ that’s, well...i don’t want to be a harsh critic, but that’s...not a very good line-- ❞ it breaks the immersion, you know? ❝ --...it doesn’t end that way, does it? ❞ FINISH THE STORY !!!

[mrs-bingley]

Undoubtedly we have no questions to ask which are unanswerable. We must trust the perfection of the creation so far, as to believe that whatever curiosity the order of things has awakened in our minds, the order of things can satisfy. Every man’s condition is a solution in hieroglyphic to those inquiries he would put. He acts it as life, before he apprehends it as truth. In like manner, nature is already, in its forms and tendencies, describing its own design. Let us interrogate the great apparition,  that shines so peacefully around us. Let us inquire, to what end is nature?

Nature, Ralph Waldo Emerson