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maybe its my dreams
sometimes i cant tell if i just have a much larger anxiety problem than i think or good intuition. or maybe im on high alert, i guess i still associate tumblr with the past. i wonder how everyone is doing, i dont know if i wish them well or not. i wish i thought about the past less
i have to remind myself that i'm not chained to my past, i've grown and become better. my mistakes are not worthy of self loathing. my past self was a damaged child, who became more damaged by the mistakes of other kids. i hope we all become our best selves.
im going to throw up
i'm so worried about her. i'm so fucking anxious. i really hate that i genuinely feel like he's going to hurt her. he deserves to be in jail. or just away from her. i hate this sinking feeling.
and they got back together. quinn you genuinely should go back to jail and rot. fuck you, you abusive piece of shit. i feel for maddie but now im like wtf am i supposed to do now. hes just going to get worse. i cant do shit but like now i cant see my fucking brother in law the same way. i literally hate him now.
I just want sweet and domestic meian to tell I’m his pretty wife and spoil me
daddy! meian + possessive! meian + mentions of breeding + housewife reader + meian lusting over his pretty wife + fingering + squirting + f! reader
he knows it’s something deep and primal in him- knows the claim he’s staked over your body and self is wrong, but when meian sees you walk around in pretty dresses- ones he picked out for you, cleaning, tidying up the house he worked so hard to buy for the two of you, he can’t simmer down the lust.
big hands grab at your waist, pushing you into his body, always catching you when you least expect it- you wouldn’t let him lay a hand on you otherwise, all under the guise of needing to get chores done. but now he’s pushed your body up against the hallway wall, face squishing atop it while you whine, shivering with the way his fingers trail down your soft body, warm to the touch, receptive to your big husband.
“pretty girl.” meian whispers, body bending down to nearly growl it into your ear- lust he’s tempered down thus far finally boiling over while he palms your dress up the curve of your waist, unsuspecting panties no match for big fingers when he hooks them into the fabric and pulls.
“should have you walk around without these on-“ he mumbles, sunken into his head while his hand runs over your cunt protectively- fingers curling up to play with your already drooling pussy, whole body jolting when his other arm braces around your middle, nearly tugging you up and off the floor.
“keep daddy real happy that way- so i can fill up my little wife all day long.”
words feel heavy against your skin, followed by sharp squelching with the way he impales thick digits inside, fighting against your closing legs, trying to keep yourself upright, clawing at the wall.
“yes daddy.” you answer back with just as much enthusiasm. pushing back against his body, seeking his cock but he doesn’t let you.
settles your wiggling body by pressing a thick thumb against your clit, straightening out your back while you arch helplessly- back onto him and then slumping forward onto the wall once more, muscles straining with the clench, whole lower body shaking thanks to every messy swipe, gliding over your swollen clit thanks to how easy he makes a mess of you.
“good girl.”
no matter how long he’s loved you, cared for you, fucks you silly, the praise still rings a note of pure ecstasy down your body and before you know it- you’re cumming all over vigorously pumping fingers, gasping with pouty lips still squished down against the wall, chanting out a repeated mess of, “daddy, daddy, daddy!”
meian responds with equal vigor, pushing past the squeeze of your cunt while you gush down his hand, shaking his whole arm back and forth- wanting to milk this sweet orgasm from your cunt the longest he can, feeling your whole body turn and wiggle due to his near mean actions, brutalizing your sweet little cunt by just his fingers.
you’re clawing at him by the time he stops, tears rolling down your face, looking down at the floor, a mess of cum rolling down your shaky legs and onto the floor, swallowing back sharp cries while he lets go of you, sliding his digits from your heat- humming in appreciation when he pulls his hand back and your cum is painted down his arm.
once more meian bends down, kissing the top of your heated head while popping messied fingers into his mouth, wolfishly peering down at you to take in each reaction.
you might think the way he hums, licks lewdly at your cum might be an exaggeration- but once’s he’s done, meian is on you once more, finally allowing the heavy and thick cock of your handsome husband nestle right between your ass.
“mm, my pretty wife’s got the sweetest pussy, don’t you?”
it’s all rhetorical. shoving away the sweats and underwear shielding his cock from you, driven by that same base need- the only thing on his mind is how cute you’d look, round with the baby he’s fucked into you- becoming more and more dependent on him, waiting for him to come and take care of his pretty, pregnant wife.
terms like white vs black magic really make me uncomfortable. by whose standards are we measuring what is 'white' witchcraft and what is 'black' witchcraft? societies, who sees all witchcraft as somewhat 'other' anyway? the content of what is being practiced, or where those practices originated from? whether it is socially acceptable to do certain things in the west compared to practices from other parts of the world? what exactly do we mean by this? my practice is neither, and I won't be boxed in by even more made up rules for what is or isn't acceptable.
my manifestations for this autumn 🍁 left to right
healthy eating • abundance and prosperity • new creative job • emotional and spiritual healing • self love and growth • write my novel • weight loss • make music with my band • see my friends
is anyone any good at symbolism / spiritual meanings?
me and my ex met today to trade stuff, discuss being friends and what we want out of our futures. when we were saying goodbye and holding hands, a bee fell from the sky, bounced on my arm and then sat patiently on the bench right under our joint hands. it felt extremely spiritual but I'm not sure what to make of it.
★ a shooting star ★
✧ new oc !! her name is ascella !! she’s like a star goddess basically, and is a shooting star. she creates the stars, and can create little sentient ones aswell. she considers them all her children !! whenever someone is sad and sees a shooting star, she’ll appear, cry with them and comfort them, and then give them a little star buddy and leave … ✧
sweeter things
dina woodward x abby anderson
cw : dinabby , modern au , not x reader , fluff
a / n : purely self indulgent because i adore dinabby so much , enjoy !!
The car clicked shuddered into reverse, Abby’s large arm blocking Dina’s view of the road as they backed down the driveway— a slight hum coming from the radio.
“So, place your bets now. Talia has either given JJ chocolate or he hasn’t had a nap, my money is on nap.” Dina peered over at the blonde, fingers coming to toy with the buttons on the radio, flipping through stations of static to land on the only thing that wasn’t garbled— country— making her huff lightly as she settled back down into the passengers seat.
Abby clicked her tongue against her teeth, one hand holding the wheel while the other came down to settle on the girls thigh— rubbing small circles into the flesh exposed by her shorts. “I might have to agree with you this time,” she began, eyes focused on the quickly disappearing blacktop. “She seemed really excited to have him over, probably didn’t give him a moment of peace for a nap.”
The brunette snorted, a chortle of a laugh falling from her lips as she nodded. “You’re very right, she loves him so much it might be unhealthy.” She teased, moving a hand to brush her hair over her shoulder, leaning her head back to settle on the headrest. “I’m glad she offered to babysit today though, we needed a date night.”
“That we did,” Abby smiled, taking her eyes off the road for a second to peer over at Dina— watching as she rolled her eyes playfully. “I forgot how quiet our house gets when we’re not chasing a toddler around.” She paused for a moment, shaking her head slightly. “I did miss him though.”
Dina bit the inside of her cheek, nose scrunching as she gave a small nod. “I didn’t want to say it but I did too.” She breathed finally, her hand coming to rest on top of Abby’s speckled one, “I loved being alone with you but—,”
“—It felt like something was missing, I know, baby.” The woman turned her palm up, letting Dina’s fingers come to intertwine with her own— giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. “He’ll be home soon, don’t worry.”
Her tawny eyes softened, a warmth rising in her cheeks as she turned her head to look directly at Abby. From the way she was sitting, the setting sun had taken a backpedal to Abby’s beauty, making a small sigh fall from Dina’s mouth as she stared. The girls honey hair was weaved carefully into her braid, the strain of the day making tiny strands fall and frame her face, creating a halo as the haze of orange light filtered through— an angelic glow filling the gaps of sunkissed skin. Never had she ever had the pleasure of being loved so purely, so openly— the memories of the taut blonde holding a tiny JJ flooding her mind as if it was the first time.
“I love you.”
It was Abby’s turn to turn, her head snapping in the woman’s direction before the looked away— the familiar flush of pink filling her cheeks. “I-I love you too, but—,” she began, being cut off by Dina’s shushing.
“Don’t ask questions, Abigail.” She enunciated, squeezing her hand tightly as the road forked— sending them turning onto Jackson Road, Talia’s house coming into view as they trekked on— the large bushes of hydrangeas settled before her front porch unmistakeable. “Oh my goodness,” she breathed, squinting as Abby made a slight left into the woman’s driveway.
The blonde chuckled, shaking her head. “Looks like we were right.” She spoke, watching as JJ chased the older woman around— a foam sword in his hand and the tatters of a pirate costume adoring his tiny body. The sight was something she wished she could frame, her foot coming to ease on the break— causing the car to halt, her hand itching to grab her phone. The boy was growing so fast, before they’d even realize he was already four, running and smiling and laughing like his entire purpose was to be seen. Be heard. Be loved. “He’s going to crash once we get him buckled up.”
Dina was already halfway out of the car before it had stopped, her hand pulling from Abby’s as she let the car door slam behind her. “JJ!” She half-shouted, watching as the boy stopped in his step before spinning around on his heel to look for the voice he recognized as ‘mama’s.’ She held out her arms for him as she kneeled down by the side of the car, his little legs carrying him to her— sword discarded on the clover lawn.
Abby had taken to exiting the car, coming around behind to watch as the boy stumbled into his mama’s arms— her heart squeezing at the sight of his chubby hands balling in her flannel. “How was he today, a menace- I hope?” The girl joked, her eyes coming to land on Talia’s approaching figure, laughing slightly as the woman pulled off a much-too-small eyepatch.
“It is Dina’s son, what more could you expect?” She returned, nudging her sister gently with the tip of her converse. “I’ll run inside and get his bag, it’s supposed to storm so I don’t wanna keep you guys too long.”
Dina pulled back from the boy, noting the yawn that left his mouth as he tore his gaze from her to land on Abby.
“Bee!”
Before Abby could react, he’d already wriggled out of Dina’s hold— coming to latch himself to her leg. “Hey there, little man.” She smiled, bending down to pry him off, letting him come to rest on her hip as Dina pulled herself up from the gravel— sticking her tongue out at the toddler, erecting a fit of giggles to fall from his lips.
“Traitor.” She murmured playfully, navigating past Abby to open the back door, moving the toys around to clear his booster seat. “He’s walking the plank when we get home, just so you know.” She quipped alluding to the possibility of a bath, moving back to hold her arms out for him, the stickiness of his hands not going unnoticed as he settled into her grasp begrudgingly.
Talia was panting when she appeared again, dinosaur backpack in hand, holding it out for Abby to take as she doubled over. “Sorry,” she wheezed, taking a breath before continuing. “It was upstairs and I didn’t want to keep you both waiting— I know how,” she paused, sitting up straight as she gave the woman a nod. “—Dina, Dina is about storms.”
The blonde gave her a smile, holding the backpack close to her chest as she nodded. “Thank you, Tals, now get inside before you fall over dead.” She nodded up towards the house, watching as the girl took back steps.
“Love you all, and bring my baby back!” She shouted, turning on her heel to run back to the porch, disappearing back inside the house— this time for good as the door audibly slammed behind her. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she came to share Dina’s storm phobia, making it all the more obvious as the curtains could be seen flying shut.
Dina snapped JJ’s seatbelt into place, tugging on it gently to make sure it was secure before giving him a tiny kiss on the forehead— clicking the car door shut behind her. She hesitated at her own door, peering up at the burly blonde, a hint of a smile pulling at her mauve lips. “I—,”
“I love you too.” Abby smiled, moving a hand to cup her face, her head dipping down to connect their lips in a gentle kiss— the taste of Dina’s honey chapstick making her sigh.
The brunette pulled back to rest her forehead on Abby’s, eyes coming to meet her slate ones. “New bet, how long will it take JJ to fall asleep? I think about ten minutes.”
“You’re so on, he’s gonna be out in five.”
honestly if you're a guy you should be beneath me letting me spit onto your hole till it dribbles down inside while you spread yourself open for me and moan cause you're a faggot.
my man my man my mannnn