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Watch me wait till my dearest darling @kai-lee08 gives me her kisses 😤

Did you know that you’re breathtakingly gorgeous to me bubs? Thought you should know now come and snuggle me I’m attention deprived ✨

EVERYONE NEEDS THIS ON THEIR FEED

i think i just stopped breathing

Sorry if I just liked all your posts and followed you… it was a booty call or whatever you call it

When it comes to Ben Barnes' evil characters my moral compass goes out the window. Am I sorry? Not really. LOOK AT HIM. The crush will be eternal.

"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to." - Gandalf the Grey , the Lord of the Rings

It's been a long road. Getting from there to here. It's been a long time. But my time is finally near. Sorry, not sorry, but I couldn't resist. Soooooo... It's been a while huh? I know what I said about trying to post something before New Year and all that pizazz. However, I have been in a food coma and then got swamped with work so not have a lot of time to continue my award-winning trash-talking about what Star Trek Discovery could have done to be an interesting show. Therefore without further ado, let's crack into it.

Season 3: Internal Strife! One year has passed since the Klingon War and the Federation has fallen on hard times since Starfleet is at its weakest and there are plenty of sharks smelling blood in the water. The Orion Syndicate, with the secret aid of the Romulan Star Empire, created the Emerald Chain out of several Federation planets and associates by muscling in on their turf. Some people in the upper echelons of the government suspect foul play, as such President T'Rina sends Commander Burnham to investigate the situation and throws her lot with Cleveland Booker, a rogue element within the supposed idyllic lifestyle of the Federation. Eventually, Michael rejoins the Discovery's crew, but often butts heads with Captain Saru since neither of them has any idea how to get past their issues of trust and trauma, even if they come to respect one another. At some point, they are joined by Adira Tal, an inspector with the United Earth Probe Agency after some troubles on the Jovian Moons. Together they find themselves on an emergency trip to the secular world of Trill, where Adira is forced to deal with her past and the isolationist tendencies of the locals. We already know that one of Dax's previous hosts had interactions with the Federation during the 22nd and 23rd centuries so there is no reason for other adventurous symbionts not to do the same plus we can justify the death of Gray with the Klingon's attack on Starbase 1 or just the War in general, as such we have a lovely aesop of letting go of the past and living in the present and such. Anyways, besides that we also have a lost Vulcan colony that has been rediscovered following the Earth-Romulan War, it was thought that the entire place was glassed in nuclear fire. It is here where Michael uncovers a person from her past whom she hoped to never see again and where T'Rina's resolve is tested as whatever the colonists are hiding might be truly damaging to the Federation and Vulcans alike. Spoilers, it is the fact that Romulans and Vulcans can live with one another and complement each other's style of living under the right circumstances. Also, the person that Michael wishes to avoid is her mother, who was neglectful due to her grief and trauma to the point where Michael preferred to spend time with Sarek's family. Michael finally forgives herself and therefore the Georgiou hallucination that has been haunting her fades away as Burnham learned to move on, all the while Saru decides to take a leave of absence and return to his homeworld to help expedite the unification process between the Ba'ul and Kelpiens. However, not everything is going well for everyone as T'Rina gets impeached due to the Council losing confidence in her abilities to lead and the new President-Elect happens to be none other than the hawkish Laira Rillak, who is a Denobulan this time around since these guys barely got featured after Enterprise. The whole thing also benefited the Romulans since now they have more up-to-date information about their enemies without having to start another war.

Season 4: Honesty, not a lot has changed from the original format except that Gray is not coming back to life and Ruon Tarka is none other than former Captain Gabriel Lorca, who is now working with Section 31 after they went underground. Lorca's plan is quite simple as he takes advantage of the chaos happening around him and wants to undermine Starfleet since he is both petty and bitter about his imprisonment, he wants to push Laira to extremism, not unlike that of the Federation First party later in the timeline and also wants to get himself a new apprentice who happens to be the new Warrant Officer Cleveland Booker, who is quite rightfully angry at the resident hyper-advanced space whales for blowing up his planet and family. Hugh Culber, who got a very nasty case of having his back broken during season 1 because his Paul was having the mother of all mental breakdowns following his ill-advised augmentation with space tardigrade DNA, decided to become the onboard Counselor since he finally got over the fact that he spent most of season 2 in a medically induced coma and the break he took from dealing with his husband's bad decisions to deal with his own issues.

With all of this in mind, all I can say is that I have no idea what season 5 will bring and the move from the 23rd century to the 32nd century was not a great plan considering that they could have just done all of the above to obtain the same results, but hey that's just Hollywood's desire to milk that cow for that sweet, sweet cash. Keep in mind that during season 3 they transition from the Enterprise Blues to the Origanl Sweaters, but with something more akin to what those guys at the Axanar production have in mind. Also, I have been noticing that a lot of my followers tended to be from the Dark Side of Tumblr, so I made the executive decision to start blocking anyone who didn't have anything posted on their pages and no titles. After all rule 190 of the Ferengi Rules of Acquisition says "Hear all, trust nothing" and did I hear some things from those "followers" of mine that now I ain't trusting none of y'all without some proper IDs at hand.

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"That’s the true spirit of Christmas; people being helped by people other than me." - Jerry Seinfeld

Hey, hey, people, Greg Owlman here, and barring a copyright strike from a certain YouTuber, I believe it's time to get reacquainted with one another. It's me, the snake oil salesman that hopes to sell you ideas for the low, low price of getting some validation online and boy do I have a hot topic for your stingy souls. I know that little old me has been noticeably absent from this esteemed platform for quite a while, but between polishing up the present I prepared for you guys, the intricacies of real life, and my page being the new central station for all the accounts that deal with porn for reasons beyond my understanding, I have been busy. However this Christmas I give to you my reimagined version of Star Trek Discovery's four seasons.

Season 1 : Personally, I enjoyed the Dominion War saga from Deep Space 9 and I saw an opportunity to explore how the Klingon-Federation's conflict defined a good chunk of the TOS era, especially from the perspective of a hardened veteran such as Captain Lorca and a fanatic like Voq. With that in mind let's crack into it. The season begins with T'Kuvma radicalizing the fringe elements of the Klingon Empire such as the Purebloods, those not affected by the Augment Virus, and other discriminated minorities to take the office of the Chancellor for himself by starting a war against the Federation. It was during this conflict that people like Captain Lorca would be born, a necessary evil that works for the angels, and no, he is not from the Mirror Universe nor are we touching that can of worms for now. Lorca would be working with Section 31 and technically have a carte blanche from Starfleet, because he is shagging an Admiral, to do what is necessary to win the war, such as creating a more efficient warp drive by using a cyborg navigation system made from space mushrooms, trust me this makes more sense than what the show gave us, and by making more people like himself by basically being the evil mentor of both Michael and Tyler. Ash Tyler is not Voq this time around, but he did enjoy the hospitality of the Klingons and got the scars to prove it, both physical and mental. Meanwhile, Michael has to deal with a nasty case of a guilty consciousness and PTSD that take the form of the deceased Captain Georgiou, who acts more like the Terran Emperor since this is Michael torturing herself. Anyways, things don't go to Lorca's design as Michael doesn't fall into Darkness like Tyler is doing and the rest of the crew are really tired of the Captain's BS with how bad morale is going. It wasn't until the mission to Q'onoS by literally flinging themselves at light speed towards the planet and hope not to hit it in order to then get inside the crust and plant bombs that they finally had enough and mutinied. By this point T'Kuvma saw the writing on the wall as L'Rell betrayed him and Voq was dead, therefore choosing to kill himself rather than suffer the wrath of his people. It should be noted that this is not the last we would see of Lorca as a character and next time, he won't be siding with Paradise. L'Rell would use the opportunity gained by having the deadman's switch towards planetary annihilation and whatever remained of T'Kuvma's faction to get the big chair as the newest Chancellor of the Klingon Empire.

Season 2 : Truth be told, I didn't like the whole Control or Red Angel ideas, as such we are changing it into a race between two factions within the Federation to uncover the mysterious series of strange signals and their connection to a strange entity, while also having a B-Plot about L'Rell's attempts to prevent a Klingon Civil War. This season starts much like the previous one did, with a bunch of mysterious signals appearing out of nowhere and other reported sightings of an entity known internally as the Red Angel. Starfleet High Command, due to not having the necessary manpower and needing somebody trustworthy to handle things, transfers Captain Christopher Pike to the USS Discovery alongside some other officers to investigate, however, they are not the only ones looking into the phenomenon as a Section 31 Task Force headed by Leland is feed information by their double agent, Ash Tyler to no one's surprise, on what the crew is doing and based on what they are hearing they might be able to make use of this discovery. Spock, the living MacGuffin and Red Angel bloodhound, is a resource both factions are trying to get their mittens on. This is due to his unique status as a hybrid in an era where such people were seen as unnatural and were often shunned by others, as such he gained the interest of the Sphere, who itself was quite lonely and unique, therefore both of them formed an interesting bond, although the latter would interact more through weird visions with the former. Anyways this season The Red Angel is the physical manifestation of the Sphere as it attempts to interact with the rest of the galaxy. Anyways, it all ends with Section 31 losing the support of Starfleet following the battle of Control, which was basically, a secret space station where a bunch of insane Starfleet Admirals handle the intricacies of Section 31 operations and got killed by Leland in a power grab in the last leg of the season. They were being technically cut off by the Federation to save face and L'Rell managed to transition the Empire from the feudal space Vikings of old to the new technocratic communists IN SPACE as seen in TOS. Saru would receive his promotion to Captain of the Discovery and Michael would get her old rank back in exchange for an undercover assignment under the authority of the Federation Council and office of the President.

For now, I suppose this is a good time as any to have a break. I reckon that is the case since the audience retention time is quite low these days, God knows I am barely able to keep an active interest in shows longer than 20 minutes nowadays. There is also the word limit that a usual Tumblr post has and I would rather not lose everything I have written thus far because of an error thank you very much. As such, for now, we shall part ways with a slight debt on my part, but fear not for I shall endeavor to give you the last two seasons before New Year. Until that day, I shall bid you adieu for now.

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I haven't seen them on Tumblr yet and I felt that this was my duty

My kinda therapy

i should be reviewing for my exams later, but here am i, typing fictional men names and adding an x reader into it.

Might be a spoiler, I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️

The amount of speed that I had when I choose sacrifice Arcadia Bay was unreal.

Like bro I spent the whole game SAVING Chloe from death, I am sure as hell won’t sacrifice her at the end.

Plus I mean come on it’s Chloe Price.

me after my mom just said the classic “who’s going to take care of you when you get old?” in response to me not wanting children

You’ve heard of Will Turner Wednesday. Now get ready for Half Drawn Beckett Friday.

Trans!Regulus makes makes sense to me for a few reasons, honestly.

For one, it explains why it took so long for Sirius to be disowned. We know that the House of Black had very old values, so I can picture them not being accepting of trans people and not wanting a “woman” to be in charge. We know they disowned easily— think about Alphard— but they didn’t get rid of Sirius until he ran away. I could picture them keeping Sirius around to try and have a viable heir.

For two, it would give motivation for Regulus to rethink things. In the end, he did betray Voldemort, but, before that, he was wholly devoted to the cause. Maybe the reason he rethought things is because he realized he didn’t fit the mold, causing him to ask questions, before he figured it out and backtracked.

For three, I just like trans characters. Fuck JKR, she deserves to be pissed off by us making characters trans. I’d make Regulus trans if only to make her upset.

I'm sorry to say this but:

Gun dick or dick gun?

@official-penis-posts does this count?

The taste of chocolate

It had been a rough week. Laura sighed as she leaned back in her seat and stretched her slightly stiff limbs. She looked at the clock that was ticking on the wooden wall next to her.

It was 5.30 pm and Travis would be home in a bit. 

She smiled, thinking about the Sheriff. It had been a long journey for both of them, but she was happy. She was taking her classes online after talking to her professors. She still had to be present, but they would give her the exact date beforehand so she could prepare. Those weeks were the worst because she was only back in North Kill on the Weekends to see Travis before she had to go back and Study. 

Good thing she was in her last semester before she finally could work as a veterinarian like she always had dreamed of. Travis had talked to the local one and Dr. Gold was more than happy to have her in his clinic. He was getting old and a young and new member of his staff would be a great thing to have.

She stood up after hearing the crunch of the gravel, the familiar police cruiser pulling up before their patio. Laura walked over to the front door and opened it, leaning against the frame and smiling upon seeing the tired-looking Sheriff. He smiled when he saw her, a little plastic bag in hand and another small box in his other one.

“Hey” she said softly.

“Hey” he answered.

She closed her arms around his neck and kissed him on his lips, a soft hum rumbled through the taller man's frame, smiling against her plush, soft lips. When they parted, Laura smiled gently, her hands wandering from his neck to his cheeks, cupping them as her thumb gently caressed his cheekbones.

“M’glad your back… how was work?” She asked softly, their faces still close. 

Travis nuzzled her nose and smiled. “Shitty… someone tried to rob Mrs. Anderson's shop in broad daylight. Punks gettin’ real crazy as of late.”

A deep sigh rolled off his lips, pressing them to hers again before leaning back.

“Let’s get inside, I brought take-out”

Laura giggled and stepped inside, him following suit. He set the bag on the kitchen counter and looked at her, smiling. His Laura… His angel. No matter how often he’d look at her, sometimes it felt so surreal having her here in his lodge, living together as a pair. He watched her, her golden locks swayed softly as she worked on getting the food out of their boxes and onto plates before bringing them to the small dining table they had next to the kitchen. He looked at the box that was still in his hand. A black one with a golden bow, a thank you, from Mrs. Anderson.

“Travis? You comin’?”

“Yea, sorry… uh, here. That's what Mrs. Anderson gave me as a “Thank you”... I think it's chocolate and I thought you might like it because you've been studying so hard the past few weeks.” He smiled, his cheeks coloring in a soft red. He always thought blushing would go away with age, turns out that having a younger lover did quite the opposite. She always made sure to challenge him, in and out of bed.

“Nice! I ate the last today! This will be life-saving!” Laura said happily, clapping her hands together as she took the box and walked back to their little office space… well originally it was Travis's office, he just let her there because the wifi wasn’t as shitty in there. The Sheriff chuckled and shook his head.

“Ma'am, just how much did ya eat?”

“Ohhh~ I dunno? Maybe one or two bars? Why? You're gonna arrest me for eating sweets?”

She eyed him with a challenge in her eyes. He huffed and shook his head.

“No, not today, sweetheart.”

Laura booed and stuck out her tongue, which made the older male laugh softly. 

He looked at her in disbelief. His tough and very strong girlfriend. He never thought she would have such a sweet tooth… Ah, to be young again. She can eat as much as she wanted and she would not gain one pound, he on the other side? If he'd had as many sweets as she did it would bring him to an early grave. He shook his head and smiled, sitting down to eat the Chinese takeout he brought home. *The next morning* Travis was already gone. Laura snuggled into his side of the bed, taking in his scent. She hated it when he had to leave early for work. Good thing it was Friday so they had the weekend for themselves. She peeled herself out of the soft bed and stretched. She wore short gray shorts and an old washed-out “Billy Talent” T-shirt that she had taken from Travis. She had been surprised that the stuck-up cop that locked her and Max up in a cell for 2 months actually liked Punk rock. She sighed, smiling to herself as she put on her fuzzy socks and walked into the kitchen to make herself coffee. After she also made some toast, she was walking with a mug and plate in hand, to the office to get some assignments done.

She only listened half-heartedly to her professor's lecture. He was the worst, his voice monotone as he talked, talked, and talked…

She sighed and looked at the black box. She could use a snack… It was already 3 pm and she felt a light craving for sweets. She opened the box and felt her mouth water. The chocolate inside looked fucking delicious and very high-end. What a nice treat.

Laura took the first one out of the golden wrapping paper and looked at the small chocolate ball. She took in the scent. It smelled sweet, sweeter than she thought it would. She shrugged and popped it into her mouth, humming in delight as the rich, sweet flavor hit her tongue. She gasped when she felt a sweet-tasting liquid fill her mouth. She chewed happily, her feet wiggling in the air as she made a small happy dance.

She took another one and moaned. They tasted really good! She would need to tell Travis to get her more of those. She chuckled and sat back at her laptop, yawning as she continued listening to her professor.

Half an hour later Laura furrowed her brows, not in concentration, no. She felt… restless. She had been rubbing her knees together for a little while now, and the itch in her abdomen felt strange, like a wildfire slowly spreading. She could feel her cheeks becoming warm and flushed as she tried to listen to the lecture. After 10 minutes of restless trying she excused herself for not feeling well and slammed the laptop shut. Her breath was coming out puffy. She could feel a throb of heat blossoming between her thighs. She shook her head as the sudden wave of horniness surprised her. She and Travis fucked on almost a daily basis… that couldn’t be it, right? Her gaze fell onto the open box of chocolate. She took the box and inspected it. 

“Love Chocolate”

“Great” she thought. She sighed and decided to take care of it herself before Travis came home because no way in hell she would survive another 2 hours. She felt the wetness between her folds, making her panties damp in anticipation.

She walked to their bedroom, discarding the shorts and panties before flopping herself onto the mattress and burying her face into Travis`s pillow, breathing in the warm scent of pine cones and burned wood. 

Laura sighed softly as her hand slowly wandered down her soft-toned stomach and to her throbbing pussy. 

She mewled when her finger brushed against her clit, slowly circling it. Her mouth fell open and her eyes were already watered as she sobbed, a wave of relief washed over her as she finally, finally able to scratch that itch a little, but it wasn't enough. She rubbed her clit directly and moaned as a wave of electricity ran through her body. She worked on herself, wetness gathering and probably dripping down on their sheets, but she didn't care. All she cared for was getting that awful feeling to go away. Her free hand wandered under the T-Shirt she wore, she thanked herself for not putting on a bra this morning as she kneaded and massaged her mounts, tweaking her nipples to full hardness, She moaned as she pressed herself more into the mattress, her back arching as she mewled shamelessly. One hand kneaded her breast as the other one inched closer to her soaking folds.

Oh, how she wished Travis's skilled tongue would just slither inside her velvet walls, eat her out and make her cum, cum, cum. She gasped as her finger slipped inside, pumping in and out of her wet entrance. She came for the first time shortly after curling her fingers.

She sobbed, it wasn't the same without him. She tried and tried and tried! But her fingers weren’t as big as his and not as long. She let out a frustrated huff as she just couldn’t reach the spot she wanted to scratch so badly, hoping the itch would go away.

She moaned, her body shaking as she worked on herself, cumming yet again with a loud sob and the Sheriff’s name on her lips.

Hours go by and she still felt so feverish, so utterly horny. She didn’t even notice the cruiser pulling up on their pavement and didn’t hear the front door opening.

“Laura? Sweetheart?” he said. He looked around, his brows furrowed. This was weird. Normally Laura would either wait at the door or would come out of one of the rooms and greet him. Just as he wanted to call out for her again he heard something. He stayed still, not moving a muscle when he heard it again. A moan.

He looked at the slightly ajar door to their bedroom. For a moment he wondered if he heard it correctly, but after hearing another moan and a breathless “Travis” he knew he was correct. His ears turned red as he slowly walked inside and the sight he got delivered had his dick twitch in interest.

Laura… His Laura was fingering herself, moaning breathlessly, and calling his name. He swallowed thickly, his pants felt so tight all of a sudden. He watched her for a moment before he decided to gently knock at the door frame.

The blond just looked at him with hazy eyes, mewling at him, her fingers never stopping.

“T-Tra-ah!-Hng~ Travis.. huh~ H-help me p-please~” she looked at him with pleading eyes as he stepped closer, She sighed and moaned in delight when his big hands wandered up her thighs.

“Laura… Baby, how long have you been like this?” he asked softly, taking in her form.

“D-dunno~ It burns… Ah! P-please… Ple-hng~se touch me.” She looked at him with watery eyes and he nodded. He took off his belt and took off his shirt. He breathed in sharply as he saw just how wet she was, a rather big damp spot already formed underneath her. He growled. He could practically feel his pupils widen as he leaned down, licking his lips.

Laura took her hands away, whining softly as she wiggled her hips as if she wanted to hypnotize him.

She didn't need to because Travis already hovered in front of her twitching pussy. He took a shaky breath before he leaned in and lapped at her weeping pussy, humming at the taste. His tongue slipped between her folds, and Laura lost it, moaning his name loudly as she clawed her fingers into his scalp, her thighs opening wider for him as he sucked and licked at her entrance. A Shout left her lips when he sucked on her clit, rolling the sensitive nub between his teeth.

“Fuck!” Laura shouted as she moved her hips into his eager mouth wanting more and more friction.

Travis hummed, sending vibrations through her aflame core as she moaned loudly, cumming against his lips. He didn’t stop tho. His tongue wiggling its way back inside her wet cave, his tongue thrusting in and out, fucking into her. Her moans and mewls were like music to his ears, he loved the way she breathed out his name and soft curses as he worked her open.

When she came a second time from his tongue he leaned back, wiping her arousal from his chin with the back of his hand, grinning to himself as she breathed heavily still coming down from her high.

“What a good girl~” He purred as he opened the fly and button of his trousers. He took them off with his boxers before crawling between her legs again. His cock already standing proudly and ready, lightly curved under his belly button.

Laura whined when she saw his leaking cock.

“C’mon! Give it to me~” she moaned, legs wrapped around his middle and a dark chuckle rumbled through his chest, looking down at his needy Lover.

“So impatient~ What a greedy little pussy… already leaking for me.” he grinned, he couldn't stop and waste an opportunity to tease her, even though it earned him a whine. 

Laura wiggled her hips against his brick impatiently, groaning when his vein brushed against her clit.

“Stop fuck’n around, Travis~ Hurry up.” And that's all that needed to be said. She wept, when his thick cock pushed past her folds, his plush head breaching her entrance. He groaned and sank deeper inside. When he finally bottomed her out she screamed in ecstasy, she came right then and there.

Travis moaned as her tight walls hugged him even closer while she orgasmed. He growled, kissing her collarbone, smirking proudly as he rolled his hips.

“Good girl… coming from my cock. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you.”

Laura shuddered before opening her mouth and moaning. “Pl-please! Fuck me, Travis.”

That's all he wanted to hear. He pulled out almost completely before snapping his hips back into her welcoming heat, groaning as she clenched around him so vigorously. He leaned down, catching her perky nipple between his lips as he sucked, humming to send vibrations through her body.

Laura moaned shamelessly and loudly. She was glad no one was living near them because if they had neighbors nearby, they would’ve definitely heard her. Her head fell back into her neck as he hit her sweet spot.

“THERE! Oh my G-aaagh-od~ Yesh~ there!” her head bent to the side. Travis unrelentlessly pounded into her aching hole, giving her exactly what she wanted. He could feel the familiar knot tighten in his abdomen. He was close. Who could blame him, by the way, she was squeezing and clenching around him?

He took a shuddering breath. Laura’s hands found his back, finding it better than clutching the sheets. Her nails dug into his back, leaving angry red marks behind as he fucked into her.

“Close~ M`so close~!” she mewled into his ear. He huffed. “Let go, Kitten. Cum for me”

That's all she needed. She stumbled over the edge, taking him with her as he groaned against the crook of her neck, filling her up with his hot cum, thrusting the white ropes deeply into her body. When she milked him dry his hips stopped, and both their breaths came out hot and puffy.

Laura, finally able to think clearly again, looked at him.

“I think it was the chocolate…” “Huh?” Travis looked at her confused.

Laura nodded sleepily. “Yea, I ate two pieces and after a while, I felt so fucking horny… The package said something about “Love chocolate”... weird shit I tell ya…”

Travis huffed, amused. He leaned down and rested a little on top of her, enjoying the feeling of her hands in his hair, gently caressing his scalp.

“Well… it would be a waste to trash them, no?” Laura looked at him confused before a big smirk stretched on her face.

“Oh~ Maybe the Sheriff himself would like to give it a try? It’s really good~” now it was the blond's turn to purr. Travis chuckled again, a pleased rumble wandered through both their joined bodies.

“Maybe he will.”

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I had this in my head for a while now! Enjoy! <3