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rxbinwyatt:
It was just easy to feel paralyzed by Jamie’s gentle touch, it was sort of like discovering their limits around each other again. What they could do— what they could not do and what they absolutely should not do. It would only get weird between them if those lines happened to become blurry and although it was something Robin was forcing themselves not to do, when it came to Jamie it was hard not to feel the pull. There had been so much feelings between them and not all of them were good feelings, because Robin had felt hurt and hatred towards someone they thought that would nevr urge those negative feelings out of them, but it was something they wouldn’t be able to speak out loud, they wouldn’t want Jamie thinking that moving along with their life was the bad thing to do. It was wrong of Robin to put such a weight on Jamie’s shoulders when they had been nothing but loved and well taken care of and accepted for who they were through their entire life. Being anything other than that seemed almost out of place for the baker, seemed strange, so there was really no way they could judge Jamie— not when they loved them. It would seem weird to Robin, to have this child, to bare this child and not share the happiness of it with Jamie, because no matter what, in their mind, Jamie still deserved all the happiness in the world. “It’s okay, trying is good enough for me and for Peanut, as well,” they chuckled and sniffled, drying the ends of their eyes with her fingertips, “she is only Peanut because in my first appointment the doctor told me that she was the size of one and it sort of stuck, but she might as well be a fish, swimming around in there.” Robin patted they slightly swollen belly again. There was no way, unless now, that Jamie would have noticed it. They had gone a pretty well good damn job in covering it, thing which would not happen ever so often as she was bound to grow bigger and bigger. “Still, it’s a big decision to make. I surely don’t want to give her some name like Iphigenia or something that will make her suffer in school, but there are plenty of options and I’m pretty sure daddy wants it soon enough so he can make the wooden name to hang on the nursery,” they mused while helping out Jamie. Robin stopped their doings when they heard the soft words, and looked at Jamie again. Damn those hormones, damn those tears. They were not expecting that— they were not expecting that whole ordeal to just become an emotional mess. “I’m sorry, too.” They whispered, clearing their throats afterwards.
The stakes seemed higher now, somehow. Although their relationship wasn’t the same as it had been back when they were together ( and probably never would be ), they both had something bigger to think of. Not only when it came to their relationship with each-other and whatever the future held for them, but their own path in particular. Robin had had 5 months already to process it through, to plan ahead, not to mention it had been something the blonde had been wanting for a while now, whereas Jamie was the complete opposite and still they couldn’t find in themselves to turn around and leave now. They couldn’t think of not being there next to Robin throughout the experience and to see this tiny human develop. The brunette had been struggling with their problems for a long time aimlessly, not quite directing their recovery to their sister, knowing that if they failed and Lizzie found out, that could potentially be the last straw and could break the relationship with her forever. Now, they had no excuses. Losing Robin and Peanut ( a human being they hadn’t even met yet, had found out about it’s existence 5 minutes ago and still somehow was terrified to lose now ) again was simply a no-go if they had any saying in it. “It’s gonna be hell so, just... Bear with me for a little while” the DJ whispered, chewing their inner cheek anxiously. Withdrawal was a terrifying thought, in all honesty. They had gone through it a couple times and both times they had failed terribly. And then the blonde was talking about it, her again, and the pain almost seemed worth it. “I’m surprised your dads let you name her peanut. But it’s cute, I like it. H-How big is she now?” they inquired, taking a deep breath, followed by a breathy laugh once the blonde spoke again “You just insulted all the Iphigenia’s out there, how dare you. I know you, you’ll find the perfect name soon enough and it’s going to suit her and it will be perfect. Don’t pressure yourself, you’re not going to name a fish, just... sit down and let inspiration strike you” they suggested. How involved could they ask to be in the little girl’s life? Or in Robin’s life for the matter? Could Jamie ask to come along to the next appointment? Or suggest a couple names for good measure? Could they, against all odds, soberly start window-shopping for baby items? Upon hearing the blonde’s response, however, the DJ couldn’t hold it together anymore. It was simply UNFAIR. They groaned lightly, letting tears roll down freely as they eyed Robin, gaping. “Don’t even—-” they paused, inhaling deeply, closing their eyes painfully whilst trying to get a hold of themselves. “This is so not the right time to have this conversation, she’s in there and she can feel what you feel and this is really not the time” they blabbered, walking towards the opposite direction where the cocktail was placed, calling for them. Jamie grabbed a hold of the glass, hands shaking before spilling the content altogether in the sink, eyes casted downwards. “We are not having this conversation right now, it’s not the time. But I need you to know two things. First, don’t you ever apologize again. EVER. If someone is at fault here, it’s me, I am the one who fucked up so please... promise me you will remember; nothing about that was on you” Jamie plead, looking at the other with a mix of pain and adoration. The second part of the conversation better left unsaid.
( ✉ ) Rebecca ⇄ Jamie.
[ REBECCA ]: i think the third option seems to be the right one and don't be sorry, i was just confused for a while
[ REBECCA ]: this is actually rebecca, we met at the coffee shop a while ago?
[ REBECCA ]: i found your number through my things the other day and i just thought i'd check in. ask how you were, it's been a while.
[ JAMIE ]: OH you are the nice girl who gave me a donut when I was in the middle of a (wet) life crisis
[ JAMIE ]: i was beginning to question if I had made you up in my time of need. I'm glad I didn't. hi, sorry about that, people text me weird shit all the time
[ JAMIE ]: how are YOU doing? it HAS been a while, hasn't it? i didn't have your phone number, sorry!
[ text ]: Does today require people clothes or can I just wear my pyjamas? (I feel like these two would be good friends)
[ JAMIE ]: where are you going?
[ JAMIE ]: you know what? fuck that this is vegas they’ve seen worse wear those pyjamas proudly babe, give ‘em something to stare. or just don’t leave the house at all, that’s my go-to.
[ text ]: Why are you saved in my phone as ‘Prison Wife’? [ text ]: I’ve watched so much Peppa Pig I am reaching my point of insanity. (ROBERT, screams)
[ text ]: Why are you saved in my phone as ‘Prison Wife’?
[ JAMIE ]: i stole your phone the day we met and saved me as prison wife. if you’re wondering, you’re my bitch. with a black heart emoji. u r welcome
[ text ]: I’ve watched so much Peppa Pig I am reaching my point of insanity.
[ JAMIE ]: ... is that an euphemism i don’t get for weird porn or are you seriously watching a kids show about a weird-ass pig sober? RIP u my friend u r a gr8 dad.
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[ text ]: I’d ask why there’s pictures of Kayne West all over my bedroom floor but I don’t actually want an answer at this point. (robin)
[ JAMIE ]: IT MAKES ME SAD THAT PPL DON’T APPRECIATE HIM AS A PERFORMER OK HE IS A SHITTY PERSON BUT HE IS A GREAT ARTIST YOU ALL DON’T GET IT
[ JAMIE ]: ‘awesome, the christian in christian dior. damn, they don’t make ‘em like this anymore. i ask ‘cause i’m not sure do anybody make real shit anymore’ I’M LIKE, BITCH SAME
[ JAMIE ]: I got a bit emotional last night bc i couldn’t sleep and started crying over his downfall. sorry. but i made cookies? so… are you embarrassed of me yet?
@rxbinwyatt
❝30 texts to send to my muse:❞ | Sentence Starter
Warning(s): Alcohol
[ text ]: I woke up to a half empty bottle of cider on my dresser. I drank it and have no regrets. Morning.
[ text ]: I’d ask why there’s pictures of Kayne West all over my bedroom floor but I don’t actually want an answer at this point.
[ text ]: I can hear your life falling apart through the ceiling. Shut up.
[ text ]: I just googled ‘Rarest Pepe’ and I’m crying.
[ text ]: I just brought the Spice Girls Greatest Hits.
[ text ]: I’ve had nothing to do all day so I’ve been learning the lyrics to ‘Trap Queen’.
[ text ]: Be proud of drunk me. I managed to only eat HALF of a large pizza this time.
[ text ]: We all got really drunk and communally agreed Bucky Barnes was a ‘cute little button babe’.
[ text ]: What a massive egotistical penis.
[ text ]: Does today require people clothes or can I just wear my pyjamas?
[ text ]: I’m certain he heard me shout and LOUDLY ‘nap time comes before pants time’.
[ text ]: I’m not responding to this because I have died. I’m dead. Dead people don’t answer texts.
[ text ]: I think I’m going to retire and become a hermit.
[ text ]: I want Lucky Charms.
[ text ]: I’m not surprised he didn’t show up. He didn’t arrange it.
[ text ]: I miss hugging you and smelling your hair (in a non-weird way!).
[ text ]: Why are you saved in my phone as ‘Prison Wife’?
[ text ]: I was in the middle of a check-up and the doctor quoted Jurrassic Park at me.
[ text ]: I replaced your apple juice with whiskey six months ago.
[ text ]: Why did you send me pictures of yourself dressed in all of my coats?
[ text ]: I’ve watched so much Peppa Pig I am reaching my point of insanity.
[ text ]: What a complete ball of Human-shaped trash.
[ text ]: You need to stop shouting about Communism in public places.
[ text ]: I was just legitimately asked if Human was a form of meat.
[ text ]: The Devil has a British accent.
[ text ]: You kept making train noises all night. Are you okay?
[ text ]: I just brought some muscle cream and I smell like a herb garden.
[ text ]: I think our neighbour may have gone rabid.
[ text ]: I realise we were joking at the time but are you considering a stripping career?
[ text ]: I don’t want to go out today. I’d rather wear wet socks all day.
( ✉ ) Rebecca ⇄ Jamie.
[ REBECCA ]: I sure do hope I'm sending this to the right number and that the person who replies me is Jamie Banks.
[ JAMIE ]: if this is the guy who keeps asking me to send him pics of my feet, it's called a scam honey you ain't getting shit, fuck off
[ JAMIE ]: if you are 'somebody' looking for 'something' get a new contact my dude, i'm dunzo
[ JAMIE ]: if this has nothing to do with any of that... i haven't done anything bad lately so... yeah this is jamie and i'm sorry for that.
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miraleroux:
“You should be dancing by the Bee Gees,” Mira mimicked her tone of loudness. Paying no attention to those who stared at them. Pleasingly taking the girls headphones and placed them on. Immediately the blonde bobbed her head to the beat of the music, letting her eyes close to getting the full feel of the song. “I love this,” she grinned and felt her body start to move with the music. Before she knew it the song was over and Mira was handing back the strangers own set of headphones. “I’ve heard several songs by The Strokes before but not that one. I’ll have to show my son, he’ll love it as well.” Mira smiled even more.
“Believe me, you don’t want to see me dance. I’m making you a favor” the DJ replied with an evenly loud tone, trying their best to contain a laugh. However, upon seeing the woman’s response to their suggestion, the brunette couldn’t help but smile wildly, taking the set of headphones back once the stranger was done with the song. “Right? I love The Strokes but that song is one of my favorites, it has a feeling to it, that’s the music I like. Wait, you have a son?” they inquired, gaping. “And he likes the Strokes? Fuck, he sounds like a cool kid, and you know I mean it, I’ve only said that about my sister in the past and she’s a cool kid. How old is he?”

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shanesx:
“Oh look at you, darlin’. I think we’ll get along just fine,” Shane reached out for a fist bump as soon as she saw the brunette pull out a flask. “Come with me… I’ll find us some Joe for sure, hun.”
Jamie’s only reply for a while was a grin as they clashed their fist with the other before handing her the flask. “We could also change it for Vodka and add a cigarette and we’ll have a full on Finland Breakfast.”
anabellexricci:
Ana let her eyes rake over the petite brunette. “I should be. It is my job.” She gave a small smile. “For as long as I ca remember.” Since she was legal age. “I am sure you can move your body like that.”
Jamie smirked in response. “You’d be surprised how many people suck at their job” they shrugged. Then, they nodded upon receiving the information before barking out a loud laugh, shaking their head. “I wish. Not like that. Not sober, at least. Did you take lessons? Because, shit.”
Anabelle had finished one of her sets at the club. She made her way to the back to change into something a little more comfortable before making her rounds. She was found to make a lot more money that way. Chanel heels clicked against the floor when chocolate hues fell on a certain person, one who’s eyes lingered on her. “Something I can help you with, honey?”
Jamie smiled at the dancer, shrugging once the other discovered them looking at her. “You’re very good at that. I mean it. Like, insanely, have you been doing it for long?” the DJ inquired, still in awe.
“I know it’s only Sunday night and the beginning of the week hasn’t quite started yet but I could use a strong cup of coffee—and by strong I mean spiked with enough whiskey to drown an Irishman.”
“A woman after my own heart” the brunette mused teasingly, fishing into their purse and taking out a flask. “If you can find that cup of coffee somewhere, I’ll add the Irish part.”
He couldn’t tell you exactly how long he had been away, just that it seemed to have been close to a million years. He had just got off the plane and was supposed to meet with his manager at the house she had picked out for him to live in. He had understood why he couldn’t just stay with his dad and step mom since they lived in the area but didn’t bring it up, there was no arguing with the woman. Which was exactly why he had been avoiding meeting with her and was why he found himself at his old favorite bar. “Feels nice to be home, I guess,” he said to the bartender as he took a rather large gulp of his whiskey. “Go ahead and give the three people to my right and the three people to my left any drinks they want for the whole night. They’re on me. I’m just feeling generous today.” He leaned over the bar slightly to look down at the people on either side of him “Don’t get used it, I’m just in a good mood today.”
“Well shit, and people say chivalry is dead” the DJ granted with a smirk before finishing their glass of whiskey, ordering instead a glass of water instead. “Are you in a good mood because you are back on the sin city and that’s why you’re buying six strangers free drinks? Is that all it takes for you to be in a good mood, or is there more behind it? And hey, I won’t feel okay with this unless you let me buy you something in return so, pick a snack? I was about to get fries because I am a masochist that continues eating junk food from bars, no offence” they offered to the bartender with a shrug.

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Not even a minute of entering the record store and Mira was already embarrassing herself. Upon finding some demo’s playing and placing the headphones over her ears. Immediately the blonde started to dance along to the music, not caring who saw. Still feeling a pair of eyes on her as the female looked up and obviously could tell they were laughing. Mira spoke over the music, not realizing how loud she was being. “This is a great song, you should listen!” Now attracting, even more, attention to herself.
Jamie’s lips curved into an easy smirk at the scenario presented in front of them, eyebrow arched with interest. Once granted the opportunity, the DJ smiled at the other, grabbing the headphone set from her, listening to the beat with a giant grin on their face “Dude, that’s amazing! What is that?!” they spoke loudly, half because of the music, half because of those still staring. Handing her back the set, the DJ took out their own, searching for a specific song from their repertoire before handing the stranger their headphones. “The Modern Age by The Strokes, you’ll like it.”
Aubree stepped into the head with a smile that she hoped would overlook how late she was. “Sorry, I’m so late. Are you Dylan?” She asked the first person that she saw. It had been a meeting that had been organized by someone else, and even though they’d assured her that it wasn’t a blind date — it sure as hell found one. “Well, maybe I’m the early one after all.” Aubree’s brow furrowed as she glanced around. “I think i’ve been stood up.”
The DJ shook their head in response to the brunette’s query before taking a sip from their drink, a sly smirk gracing upon their features “No but I could be” they replied teasingly before shooting her an apologetic smile “Sorry to hear about your date though, that sucks. I take it you didn’t truly know this Dylan character?”