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So, it's been ages since I've been active on this blog and I don't know how many of my followers are still active, but if you followed me because you enjoy my writing it is worth knowing that I still post short stories on my Patreon that you can read for free.
Here are some links to some of the most recent ones:
Relapse
Awestruck
Hypnotic Toy (based on a true story)
What Did You Say?
Dinner Date
You'll Be Back
Slowing Down
Jonah's Tight Leash
Dumb Daniel
Good Boys Don't Think
Don't You Remember?
Under My Spell
I think that about covers the past twelve months or so, but there are more that are older than that as well. If you search the "short story" tag you can find them all.
Also, the youtube channel is up to 280 episodes this week! Time really flies!
Idk if you're still using this blog, but I stumbled upon your youtube the other day and had a very positive experience with your Ghostly Possession video and wanted to let you know about it (And I'm a bit too shy for youtube comments <<; ).
Ghostly possession in fiction is a big interest of mine so this was right up my alley. I became possesed by one of my own ghost characters, having him so directly in my head was a lot of fun. Mostly I just did a few chores with his internal monologue, which made it a lot more enjoyable. He noticed I was thirsty and marched me to the kitchen to get some water, he's very particular about his corporeal vessels taking good care of themselves :) We were both surprised by how enchanted he was with the feeling of my hair, I spent about a full minute just petting it and marveling at the sensation. Finally he decided to look at some art and writing I had of him. He preened at seeing the drawings of him, and gave his two cents about the characters I had written him interacting with. I was having such a good time that he stubbornly refused to let me look at the clock to confirm 15 minutes had passed. It wasn't until I got a message I had to reply to as myself that he checked the time and I fully came back to myself.
It was such a unique and fun experience! I really enjoy brainstorming about how ghosts might experience sensations in another's body and being hypnotized to experience that firsthand was really special. Your voice is lovely, and the spiral you use is so perfect at stealing my attention away. I will be watching your other videos and will come back to this one in the future!
So I literally just logged into this blog today for the first time in ages (and something like six months after you sent this ask). I have very little time for tumblr these days but this was a lovely message to read! Thank you so much for taking the time to reach out, and I'm glad you had such a fun experience with that one!
AITA for not not wanting aftercare? (mentions of NSFW content)
Me (25X) and my partner (26F) have been in a sexual relationship for a few months now, with most of our sex incorporating some kind of dom/sub play, with me as the sub. And every. Single. Time. She asks if we should do aftercare once we're done. I'm pretty confident, for a lack of a better word. I don't like being told that how she treats me in our scenes isn't how she really feels, but I know that! I know my worth. A week ago, when she asked if I wanted aftercare, I snapped at her and said no, I don't ever want it and that it feels like she's coddling me whenever she asks. I can tell the difference between reality and our scenes. She didn't refute anything I said, but she hasn't initiated sex since and I've woken up to her sleeping on a couch or chair instead of bed. I've made my problems clear, but she seems hurt and I'm wondering if I'm the asshole for not being more gentle. It's just that after months of feeling like that, I had to make sure she knew.
AITA?
YTA
NTA
JAH
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ESH
INFO
What are these acronyms?
Yes, you're absolutely the asshole in how you're handling this. As many others have pointed out, aftercare is for BOTH of you. I get that you don't want to feel "coddled" after sex by her reassuring you that she loves you, but have you thought about it from her perspective? She just put someone she loves through something intense, and now in the immediate aftermath you're pushing her away. Maybe she needs the reassurance that you still love her, and that you don't think she's a bad person for enjoying whatever it is you've just done together.
I feel like you have a really narrow view of what aftercare is? Like, it's not necessarily just giving you a hug and saying "Don't worry babe, I love you." Aftercare could be eating pizza and watching dumb youtube videos together. Aftercare could be cuddling in silence. Aftercare could be getting you a glass of water.
One communication suggestion for your girlfriend is to change the question to "What do you need right now?" or "What can I do for you right now?" It seems like the yes/no binary of "Do you want aftercare?" is leaving a lot of room for you to both project things onto that question that don't need to be there, and also like the word "aftercare" itself maybe bothers you somehow? And there's nothing wrong with it if the answer to "What do you need right now?" is something like "I need some space to myself to wind down. Can you pass me that water bottle and I come find you in 20 minutes?" You're allowed to want space, but you need to communicate about it in a way that is respectful of your girlfriend's needs as well. If you can't handle that, then you're not ready for this relationship.
Someone in my life just ended a relationship that was unhealthy and controlling. To my knowledge at least, it wasn’t a d/s relationship. Â
If I had to guess, I’d think they may really be done…but they’ve broken up with this person before and then went back. So I’m sort of thinking about that, and what might help them to stay strong on their decision in the coming days, and avoid going back to this person (their partner wants them back and is trying to convince them things will be better, etc).Â
I imagine I have followers who have been in a similar place before, and may know what really resonated with them at this phase in the journey. If you’ve been there, and have anything that helped you…whether it be articles, memes, songs, infographics, etc…I’d love to see them so I can consider passing them on to this person.Â
It hurt so much. It felt like being scalped.
But every day without screaming, every day without being rejected, every day without objects being smashed and thrown, it got easier.
I had my best friend living with me as a room mate and she held me up.
Currently writing on my phone at 8 am after not enough sleep, so it might be incoherent, as well as subject to change once I get to my laptop later in the day, buuuuut…
I was in a d/s relationship and marriage with someone who turned out to be abusing me from the start. I didn’t realize it at the time tho, because it was my first serious long term relationship, and I was already socially awkward and anxious, and thought I had won the jackpot–I’d met someone who seemed sweet and caring, he was open about how much he cared about his friends, he was my first actual irl dom, he appeared to have some of the same interests and was well connected in the local kink community I had recently joined. He seemed safe.
We met at a kink party in late feb of 2011, and by May of that same year, I was collared to him. By December, we were living together and had entered a betrothal period of a year and a day, which led to us marrying in May of 2013.
While we were dating, he convinced me that the job I had (low stress minimum wage floor associate at walmart, part time and thus able to accommodate the fact that I had frequent migraines, untreated depression and anxiety and fatigue, as well as what is likely undiagnosed autism on top of all that) wasn’t good enough; he talked me into getting a second job as an apple support tech for the UK, which lead to major fatigue and depression from both the schedule (3am to 3pm) and the mental/emotional abuse from people who were very pissed off about their fancy new phones not working. This career change (I had to quit walmart because I wasn’t able to function with two jobs) led to me losing the friends I had, as well as making it that much harder to talk to people who weren’t him or his family or his friends.
The abuse from him wasn’t what I’d known to look for: he never hit me or yelled at me, but he belittled any interests that didn’t align with his, he pushed me to do sexual things that I wasn’t ready or particularly willing to do, he talked shit about my friends and family, he ignored my needs if I ever stated them, and he was constantly critical of me. I couldn’t do anything right, I couldn’t remember to do the simplest things on time, I was never there for him, I never let him touch me, I never did the sexual things that he “needed”, I was always taking up space with my emotions, I never talked to him, I never shared with him, I couldn’t keep up with the demands of the house or the pets we had…
On and on and on it went, until I was exhausted trying to please him, disgusted with myself and him for not being able to take care of us or the house or the bills or the shopping. I wasn’t allowed to have interests or hobbies that he wasn’t interested in, whatever they were at the time: ghost hunting, 3d modeling and printing, programing, coding, pawn shops and fucking thrift stores, hardware stores….
I wasn’t happy. I don’t know how long I wasn’t happy, because again, I’ve had depression of some sort all my life, and what’s dealing with abuse but learning to live with more depression and anxiety?
But when I realized what had happened, that this man who was supposed to be my main support in life, the one I could turn to in hard times and good, that he didn’t care for me beyond what I could do to serve him and make his life easy? I lost it, a little.
One night, he decided that things were going so great with us that it was time to get back into a more formal d/s state of our relationship; I was paying the bills, I was reciprocating his sexual advances, I was finally beaten down and compliant enough that it was time to reinforce the control. Cheerfully, he told me to get on my knees and assume a position of deference, one that we had never had before. We weren’t high protocol, we didn’t have any protocol beyond I wear my day collar and call him sir or master.
I teared up, got on my knees, and then told him, I can’t do this anymore. I was crying, and didn’t want to be his slave or submissive anymore, I just wanted to be his wife.
At the end of it, he cried while releasing me from his service, and then a few weeks later, after ramping up the sexual abuse (constant unwanted touching and comments were part of the abuse, as well as keeping track of when and what we did sexually, as well as gaslighting me about how often we did things he really liked that I really hated) he complained that I never let him touch me anymore. In ten years, the man had never touched my feet, much less tried to massage any part of me, and he said this while rubbing my feet, something I hadn’t asked for and truly didn’t want. But he guilt tripped me so bad about this supposed lack of intimacy that I let him do what he wanted after.
I wound up leaving him the day he got a pace maker put in (out patient procedure, he was in and out in less than 10 hours, and was fine after 12 hours, provided he didn’t lift more than 20 pounds) and going to my dad’s place, where I stayed until March of 2021.
The thing that helped me the most after leaving him?
Having a safe place to cry and scream and throw my wedding band in the trash and burn our still knotted handfasting ribbon to ashes.
Having friends who helped me identify the issues and put words to what had been happening to me.
Having people I trusted listen to me when I hadn’t been listened to seriously for almost 10 years.
There’s some songs (Dua Lipa’s New Rules, All Time Low’s Monsters, Coheed and Cambria in general because they’re my favorite band ever) that helped me get through it, but the very best thing for abuse victims is to just be there for them. Reassure them that their experiences are valid. Listen to them and be supportive of their decisions.
Most abuse victims go back to their abusers because that’s the only support they’ve known for however long they’ve been abused. The abuser has made themselves the center of their victim’s worlds, and if a victim doesn’t have any outside support, then the victim usually feels like they have no choice but to return to them.
Seconding this. The most important thing is to be there for your friend. One of the tools abusers use is isolating victims from their social support network so that the abuser is all they have left. The best thing you can do to counter this is be a safe space for your friend. Check in on them. Make them a cup of tea. If they want to talk about their ex, listen and respond supportively.
One of the things that is complicated about abusive relationships is that they’re not generally all bad all the time. If they were shitty from the start, most of us wouldn’t have gotten in so deep in the first place. If you say anything about how your friend’s ex was “always such an asshole” or anything like that, your friend may feel a need to defend them (or defend their choice to have dated them). As tempting as it can be to talk shit about your friend’s ex, don’t put them in that position. Let them take the lead on talking about the relationship, validate them when they bring up aspects of the relationship that were bad, reassure them that they’re not unreasonable for being upset by the things they tell you about. If they do want to talk about the parts of the relationship that were good, allow space for that, because if your friend feels like they can’t talk to you about those things then they won’t want to talk to you at all (especially if they do end up going back to their ex, because then you’re on record as being Against Happiness In Their Relationship).
All breakups hurt, even when they need to happen. Your friend will have days where they miss their ex like crazy, or feel guilty for leaving without giving them another chance, or think they won’t ever find love like that again*. Breakups literally trigger a withdrawal reaction in your brain. To whatever extent you’re able, try to provide a distraction for your friend so that it’s easier to resist the temptation to get back in touch with the ex. When I broke off my engagement, I took up cross stitch to keep busy during the day, and I spent a lot of time on the phone with a friend in a different time zone when I couldn’t sleep at night.
If you notice any positive changes in your friend after the breakup, go ahead and point them out. “I’ve missed being able to spend time with you like this.” “You seem like you have more energy these days.” “I love that you’re making art again.” Human brains in survival mode will focus on the negative, but focusing on the negative during a breakup can trick your brain into thinking the breakup was a bad call. Finding a few positives to hold onto can help counter that.
Good luck, and I hope your friend is okay.
*Actually, a pop culture thing that has helped me with that one is this clip from Star Trek.

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Do y’all ever just wanna sit on a cute person’s lap and whisper in their ear until their mind is gone?
Movie Night
(This story is part of the Hypnotist Hermione series, and comes immediately after this one where Draco shows up at Hermione’s house after getting bitten by Fenrir. Hypnotic language ahead, so read at your own risk. I’ve also posted this on AO3.)
Dinner had gone relatively smoothly. Hermione had been nervous about her worlds colliding like this - Draco, a reminder not just of the magical world but also of the war that was brewing there, sitting in a room lit by electricity and making small talk with her Muggle parents. She needn’t have worried, though. Draco was remarkably skilled at making polite conversation without ever sharing any actual information. She supposed he must’ve learned this skill from his father.
After they’d helped her parents clean up from dinner, Hermione suggested watching a movie.
“What’s a movie?” Draco asked.
Mrs. Granger was the first to answer. “It’s moving pictures, dear. It’s the most remarkable thing.”
Draco looked at Hermione and raised his eyebrows.
“It’s like an illustrated storybook,” Hermione explained. “The pictures move and talk, but they don’t respond to you. They’re just performing a story.”
“How do Muggles make that happen?” Draco asked.
“Honestly, Draco, Muggle technology has come a long way since the Statute of Secrecy. Come on, let’s choose a movie to watch.”
Draco allowed himself to be led into the TV room where Hermione opened a cabinet of what she called “video cassettes.” There were a lot to choose from, and Draco felt a bit overwhelmed trying to keep track of all the options he was being offered. He ultimately just chose one from the “maybe” pile and they sat down to watch something called The Jungle Book.
Hermione watched Draco’s jaw drop and his eyes go wide as the movie started.
“Are these drawings?” he whispered, awestruck.
“They are.”
“How do Muggles make them move?”
“They draw a new picture for each piece of the movement, and play them together quickly. There are 24 pictures in each second of movie.”
“That’s amazing,” Draco said, still staring transfixed at the screen. Hermione had been expecting him to lean against her a bit, but he stayed sitting up straight, seemingly too fascinated to relax. She contented herself with watching his face and enjoying his sense of wonder secondhand.
He asked questions here and there throughout the movie. How do they make the pictures talk? Can all Muggles talk to animals, or is Mowgli special? Why doesn’t the panther eat him? Hermione answered them all patiently.
When Mowgli met Kaa for the first time, Draco let out a soft “Oh.”
“Oh?” Hermione prompted.
“I know that feeling,” he said quietly, watching Mowgli follow Kaa’s eyes.
“Yes, I suppose you do,” Hermione answered, running her fingers gently through his hair.
A minute or so later, when Mowgli had pushed Kaa out of the tree and he was slithering away, Draco took his eyes off the screen for the first time and turned to face Hermione.
“Why did his eyes change colors like that?” he asked.
“It’s a simple visual shorthand for what was happening,” she said with a shrug.
After a pause, Draco asked, “Can you expand on that?”
Hermione laughed. “How much detail would you like, exactly?”
“Enough to take my mind off things?”
“Okay,” she said, her voice becoming just a bit lower and smoother. “Let’s start with Mowgli. You said you knew what he was feeling in that scene, right?”
“Yes, definitely.”
“Tell me what he was feeling,” she prompted.
“Transfixed,” Draco answered. “Blank. Helpless. Couldn’t pull himself away. Didn’t want to.”
“Very good,” she said. “You could tell he was feeling transfixed, blank, helpless. You saw how he couldn’t look away, how his mouth hung open, how his head seemed heavy as he moved it. And you saw his eyes mirroring Kaa’s, following his cues. Isn’t that right?”
“Yeah, mirroring. Following. That’s right.”
“That’s right. You saw that because you saw that his eyes were doing what Kaa’s eyes were doing, while their body language showed you that Mowgli was feeling helpless and Kaa was in control. Kaa was in control because he could make Mowgli focus, and Mowgli was helpless to resist. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Very good. And Kaa could make Mowgli focus by making his eyes pulse with colors. Could you imagine my eyes changing like that?”
For a brief moment, Draco thought he saw a flash of gold shimmering through Hermione’s eyes.
“Yes,” he answered. “I can.”
“Very good, Draco. You’ve got such a lovely imagination.” While she spoke, he imagined he could see little flashes of green and purple pulsing through her eyes. “Seeing those colors in my eyes, I’m sure you find that you can’t look away. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” he answered. “I can’t look away.”
“Wonderful,” she said with a smile. “You can’t look away. You’re transfixed by those pretty colors shimmering across my eyes. Mouth hanging open, head getting heavy, helpless to resist. You can’t pull yourself away. You don’t want to. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes.” He noticed the colors in her eyes seemed to have gotten more distinct now, like the longer he stared the more clear they got. He felt as though his mind was shimmering and pulsing like that as well. Like he couldn’t think about anything beyond her eyes and whatever thoughts she put in his head.
“Fantastic,” she said, lingering just a shade longer on the s. “You see, when my eyes start changing color like that and you can see that I’m in control, it feels natural for you to follow along, follow my lead, feeling blank and helpless and transfixed. No thoughts aside from what I tell you to think, what I tell you to feel. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes.”
“Perfect. Focused, mindless, blank, helpless, transfixed. It’s easy to imagine that your eyes might be mirroring mine now, shimmering with color, because you can feel those colors deep in your mind, washing your thoughts away. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes.”
“Wonderful. And, of course, you know that what you’re feeling right now is related to the colors in my eyes. So when I look away, when my eyes return to normal, that’s when your mind will be able to return to normal as well. Does that make sense?”
“Yes.”
“Lovely.”
Hermione closed her eyes and turned her head away. Draco blinked, shook his head, closed his mouth. Wiped a spot of drool off his chin.
“Thanks,” he said, smiling.
“Sure thing,” Hermione said, turning back to look at him but being careful not to hold his gaze too long. “You think you understand it better now?”
“I think I’m starting to,” he said. “I might need you to explain it again after I collect my thoughts.”
Hermione laughed. “I can do that.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Original Work Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Original Characters Additional Tags: Dom/sub, Consensual Kink Summary:
Miss Sarah keeps Hector busy while she's out shopping.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 18/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood Additional Tags: Hypnosis, Mind Control Summary:
This started out as a bit of fun on tumblr where I was writing short bits of hypnotic inductions in character based on prompts people sent in, but then I liked it enough to grow it into something bigger. There are different "chapters" here, but they are more like disconnected episodes rather than installments in a larger story that is going in a particular direction.
At some point, this started turning into a story mostly about Draco and Hermione being friends, so if that's not your thing you should skip this fic.
(late)Hypnovember Day 5: Scifi/Machines
She didn’t know how he would react to the suggestion that Avatar was a documentary. She casually dropped it in his ear in the crowded movie theater, barely giving it any buildup at all.
 Fortunately, the relationship was enough. He was adorably excited. His eyes went wide multiple times during the movie- he’d occasionally even mouth a big “wow!” During the car ride home, he gushed about the Navi and wanting to visit Pandora. She almost regretting having  to remove the suggestion at the end of the date.
Story very much inspired and written with a debt to @thisspacintentionallyleftblank . Go follow her if you haven’t- she also writes stories and has a really neat youtube induction podcast called Mass Hypnosis Hour.

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So I just watched the movie The Bad Guys and this movie has everything you could possibly want in a film.
Multiple heists
Subtle manipulation
A dance scene filled with sexual tension
A mind control machine
Funny jokes
Kaa eyes
A wolf being called a good boy for the first time and discovering that he’s SUPER into it
Friendship
I wholeheartedly recommend this movie. It was so much fun.
Just as a general FYI for anyone who follows both the YouTube and this blog, there won’t be a new episode this week. I have Covid and am currently not able to reliably access the version of my voice I use for hypnosis. I am steadily improving and am expecting to recover without incident, and should hopefully be able to make a new episode next week.
UnMind TV
This story was posted early on my Patreon.
This is a short story with a fair bit of hypnotic language in it. Â The phrase "Let yourself UnMind" is used repeatedly, especially toward the end. Â If you're someone who trances easily over text, make sure you have the time and space to read this safely.
Jaxon was tired of price hikes from his cable company. Â It seemed like every few months he was being asked to pay more money for less and less content. Â Given how little he actually watched TV these days, he was seriously considering just cancelling the whole endeavor and resolving to use his library card more.
When he’d expressed this opinion over drinks with friends, Mitch had recommended he try UnMind TV before giving up completely.  Said it was half the price of normal cable and could keep you happily entertained for hours.  Mitch didn’t offer much actual information on what sorts of shows were available on UnMind, and the internet wasn’t any help there either, but Jaxon figured he could do the 30 day free trial and see how it went.  The library would still be there next month.
The cable box had been easy enough to install, but the remote control was… weird.  Only five buttons, none of them labelled.  It took a couple of guesses to actually turn the thing on.
Once Jaxon did manage to turn it on, he wasn’t sure it was working right.  The “show” on this channel looked more like an old Microsoft screensaver than anything else, with pulses of color dancing in lazy circles.  And he wasn’t quite sure whether there was any sound with it - he thought maybe he could hear some soft music or a low whisper, but any time he tried to concentrate on it it felt farther away.
He pushed a button on the remote.
There was a bright flash, and then a new screensaver. Â This one had waves of color pulsing out from the center. Â There was the same almost-there music in the background.
Jaxon moved to sit on the couch. Â He might as well be comfortable while he tried to sort this out.
He watched the colors pulsing on the screen as he settled into his couch. Â It was a pleasant enough picture to watch, even without any story. Â He found his thoughts pulsing in time with the picture, brief flashes of ideas fading into darkness over and over again. Â Brief flashes of thought fading into darkness before they had time to fully form.
He wasn’t sure how long he stared at the pulsing waves.
At some point, he remembered the remote and pushed a button. Â There was a bright flash and then a new screensaver. Â When the flash happened, he felt his thoughts flash away again.
The newest screensaver had a single point of light, swinging back and forth like a pendulum. Â It got brighter on each upswing, reaching a peak just as it changed directions. Â It dimmed as it swung down, almost fading completely at its lowest point. Â Back and forth, up and down, fading and pulsing. Â Fading and pulsing. Â His mind was fading and pulsing. Â Back and forth. Â Up and down.
Sit back. Â Relax. Â Let yourself UnMind.
The words floated through his head unprompted and he lay back on the couch more comfortably.
Let yourself UnMind echoed around his head a few more times while he halfheartedly attempted to connect it to something. Â He was coming up blank.
Blank.
It wasn’t a word so much as a sensation.  A nice sensation.
Blank.
Let yourself UnMind.
He was laying down now.
His eyes dropped closed for a moment, or maybe several minutes - it was hard to tell. Â Thinking he was falling asleep and should go to bed, he picked up the remote to turn off the TV.
The screen flashed again.
His mind flashed away again.
A new image appeared, a bright candy colored spiral that seemed to spin faster at the center, drawing his eyes in.
Let yourself UnMind.
He moved to set the remote down and dropped it on the floor.  That was okay.  He didn’t mind.  He lay down again to keep watching, drooling a bit as the candy colored spiral spun on his screen.
He wasn’t sure how long he watched.  It didn’t matter.  He just wanted to UnMind.  It felt good to UnMind.  UnMind was better than cable.  UnMind was better than the library.  UnMind was the best way to spend an evening.
Let yourself UnMind.
At some point, the television’s sleep timer kicked in and the screen went black.  At some point after that - maybe moments after, maybe hours after, it was hard to tell - Jaxon moved from the couch to his bed.
He spent the rest of the night dreaming of pretty pictures that helped him to UnMind.
Here
“I’m here,” she said She put one arm around his shoulder Ran her fingers through his hair He leaned into her
“I’m here,” she said He felt the warmth of her body against his The rhythm of her breath as she held him close Her soft hand caressing his face
“I’m here,” she said She smelled like fresh air and springtime He breathed in her scent Steadied by her presence
“I’m here,” she said She brushed his hair from his eyes Kissed his forehead Told him he was safe
“I’m here,” she said From a thousand miles away And in every way that mattered It was true
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I’ve been rereading my old Hypnotist Hermione stuff and now I’m kind of itching to write more.
Derek has had a long week. Aimee can help him stop thinking about it.
Hey, remember how I write short stories sometimes? This is a very short bit of fluff that I shared with my patrons last week, and now you can read it too!