Watch a R rated movie, it feels like it should be PG 13. Watch a PG 13 movie, it feels like it should be PG. Watch a PG movie, it feels like it should be G.
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Watch a R rated movie, it feels like it should be PG 13. Watch a PG 13 movie, it feels like it should be PG. Watch a PG movie, it feels like it should be G.
happy star days :) have this sweet E rated ficlet with Drifter and Arthur <3
To feel rather than to see
While sitting on the edge of my bed the other day there stood my beautiful love interest. She was changing out of a dress into jeans and a shirt, I happened to be watching with my hand under my chin and pondering at the difference between a picture of a breast versus a physical breast. She stopped for a moment, noticed my deep thought and asked "what's wrong love are you ok?" I motioned with my finger and pointed for her to come closer to stand between my legs and she did. I said to her "Have you ever noticed how sadly 2 demintional some things can be unless you can see them and hold them and you can feel them all the way through your hands almost feeling them into your soul?" She says "I guess so why?". I say "Let me take off your bra and I'll show you." Kissing her on the forehead I stand up and unsnap her and remove this thing which curtains her so gently. We stand for a moment in front of the mirror, I say "See how there it's as if you're only seeing a glimpse, maybe just a picture of you and me nothing more?" She says "I think so". As I wheel her away from the mirror and rap my arms around her and cup my hands around her breasts resting my chin on her collarbone. We stand there as slowly she starts to understand feeling me hold her not by her breasts but through our skin channeling through our bones all the way to her soul and tears gently flow out of her eyes. She says "I've never known anyone could care so deeply for me that I could feel them carrying the weight of my soul only by holding my breasts". There I kiss her on the back of her precious head and admit "Not because I want to hug you naked but because I want to hold you how you are. Because I love you, for me these tiny details confirm I have found my love in this reched old world and I will never stop loving you this way." As she cries her heart out she turns and grabs me and squeezes me for all of 30 minutes. We missed our dinner reservation and I lost $50 dollars but I would give everything I own in this world for that moment in time. You won't see this but I do love you my girl, and it will never cease.
drifter, arthur and a luxurious red couch. shenanigans, wink wink, ensue.
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guard down; drifter x arthur fic
i finally, finally unlocked Arthur's romance. worth it. have a fic! it's uhh. a tad r rated :D / tw alcoholism
Arthur thrived during summer nights. Afternoons with their scorching sun were too much to handle, but nights? He loved them. The cool air, the dark star-scattered sky with a light hue of sunset. Despite the rotten stank of the Scaldra and the techrot, he found he could breathe deeper, most of the time.
The Drifter dragged him to the rooftops. It was a good way to get some privacy, even though Arthur wasn’t quite sure Quincy wasn’t watching from some place else through his scope.
Arthur pressed a cold tip of the wine bottle to his lips and drank heavily, until his mouth was sour-sweet and dry, and his throat burned. There was that familiar feeling, settling in his stomach.
He turned to offer the bottle to Ciaran, which was accepted, and watched them take a few swigs. He wondered for a moment if this should have been a more romantic moment to celebrate the start of… whatever this was. But he wasn’t a wine and dine, candles and sixty nine sort of guy for a first date. So he thought, anyway.
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just watched little miss sunshine and it was awesome like my boyfriend. he's definitely dwayne