Me: dang I hate how my voice cracks on the chorus of Pink Pony Club but the rest of the song is so good.

Six-year-old at karaoke: I only know the chorus. Because I’m six.

Me: this was destined to be.

Me: 🎶 I’m just having fun, on the stage in my heels, it’s where I belong down at the 🎶

Six-year-old: PENK💗PONIE🎠CLAB🍾 immakeppondamcin adda PENK💖PONIE🐴CLAB🪩

Me: perfect. Better than I could have done it.

I always find it funny when people write bdsm erotica where the dom is really aggressive and demanding and the sub is all sweet and innocent when I feel like more often than not the dynamic is a sub who asks for the most insane, out of pocket, dangerous, borderline illegal, unhinged shit and a dom who's like "hmmm ok yeah maybe we can scale that back a bit"

I always find it funny when people write bdsm erotica where the dom is really aggressive and demanding and the sub is all sweet and innocent when I feel like more often than not the dynamic is a sub who asks for the most insane, out of pocket, dangerous, borderline illegal, unhinged shit and a dom who's like "hmmm ok yeah maybe we can scale that back a bit"

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so. here’s the thing. everon thatcher didn’t really think about the selling off the nadir decision too much. more payout for him, why not. but now he sees his options. who can use this secret. so now he’s kept this storylet open, using the cave of the nadir for months without giving it to anyone

except, he’s at a point in heart’s desire. where he needs either a ray-drenched cider or a reported location of a one-time prince of hell. and this option sits here. mockingly. if he goes to the spies, he gets the location easy. but by god, they’re easily the worst option