Sade Olutola
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

⁂
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Claire Keane
Xuebing Du
Misplaced Lens Cap

titsay
Game of Thrones Daily
sheepfilms
Today's Document
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
tumblr dot com
ojovivo
occasionally subtle
$LAYYYTER
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

oozey mess

almost home
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye

seen from Maldives
seen from Türkiye

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Argentina

seen from Argentina
seen from Belgium

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@vviildheart

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
ichorshone.
apollo. knit brows riddled with pure unadulterated confusion give way to just one profound sound: ❝ huh ? ❞ a coward for what ? being careful of a stalker ? feels more like common sense than fear. it hits him moments later, and features twist to relax, relief spreads through him like a warm wash and a grin emerges with halting rushes of air through his lips. ❝ alright i get it. you got me good. bolt sent you didn’t he ? some kind of twisted encouragement ? don’t be a coward, don’t think, just do it ? sends inspiration for the studios ? i gotta say this is creative. ❞ he takes a step forward, at ease, although a healthy distance is still maintained. ❝ apollo though. clever. quite a dangerous ego stroke though. even for me. ❞
“ bolt? what’s that ---- some godly pun crafted out of our tragedy? i swear... ” scoffing at the idea - that thought she dreads is back at it again, looming at the far end of her mind. he wouldn’t do it - he wouldn’t dare. but he would and he had before, not at this scale, at without reason - but he had, he would. those ideas are scrambled in her head & again, she fights them off tooth and nail, trying to remain steady. “ please, be reasonable. your ego is already colossal , i wouldn’t dream of it - there’s barely any room for the both of us in here as it is. ” she quips, albeit dryly and humorless, like a mechanism of defense. there’s vexation in her throat and a reddish tint to irritated eyes. classical conditioning ; when he comes forth her body staggers backwards, preserving that space between them as if it’s the only thing ensuring her survival. she moves like a wounded feline cornered in an alleyway, bleeding and scared, blueberry eyes wild & mouth slightly agape, quivering with unspoken uncertainty. “ are you... happier like this? is this why you won’t -- i can’t... fathom the idea but... are you satisfied? just... doing this - that you’re doing now? ” a thin layer of fear breaks in her voice, but it doesn’t matter; adam shouldn’t be able to hear it. “ are you happy? ”
ichorshone.
she’s descended into his space like a HURRICANE; all pent up energy and a sense of betrayal like as if he’d forgotten to call after a night of untold promise. and if that had happened in all its unlikelihood, he’d definitely have remembered. ❝ we had ONE conversation at a music shop i don’t know you. i don’t even know what you did to my security, or how you got in here. or what you want — look i’ve had my fair share of crazy fans most of them are actually nice to me. but whatever it is you want — you’ve got the wrong guy. alright ? just stay back . . . we can talk about this. ❞ there’s a sense of dread creeping up his spine. why are all the seemingly good ones always insane ?
“ YOU don’t know me? ” strained words struggle to untangle from her tongue ; it feels like blasphemy to repeat it aloud, yet she does so as an echo, goaded by blind disbelief. she knows there were more clever ways to approach this - him. with tact, wit, gentle nudges - but she has been stripped of any will to do so; there is only an urge to grab him and shake him, nearly overpowering her. “ as much as it’d cheer me up to hit you right now, that’s not why i’m here. ” arms fold like an armor across her chest, both feel rooted firmly in the ground not to crash into him. “ apollo. ” she calls into the abyss, hoping against hope it’ll answer back. “ you have been many things, my brother, but i’ve never seen you be a coward before. ”
Paris When it Sizzles (1964)

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
“ YOU are being so needlessly difficult right now ! ” fury spat through gritted teeth, all of that bottled rage starts to spill but there is only anguish in each drop, and despair in her wild black eyes. hurt is a thousand needles prickling at her chest, making her blood boil, scorching hot like a fever. she’s desperate and unyielding and frustrated to no end, and those feet once steeled so filmy to the ground, cutting through the narrow path ahead with the aim and certainty of an arrow, are now shaky and unsure -- is this her own doing ? guilt does her no good, now, of all times - but that guilt can only be soothed by a reassurance he can’t give her right now. and so it stays. “ come back here & stop avoiding things & stop avoiding me you - you ! ” ugh ! @ichorshone
emberstoflames.
Hephaestus’ gaze moved to the side and his eyes widened as he took in Artemis. Lips curved upwards in amusement. “I’d hardly call it moping, little sister,” he responded, a glint in his eyes that many would recognize as the god of fire’s. “Something close to a smile rose upon his face and at her question, he allowed himself a laugh that was only somewhat filled with amusement. “Do you speak of my dear mother?” he inquired with a twist of his lips. “Or perhaps my beloved wife?” Hephaestus shook his head, something close but not quite to a mocking expression upon his lips. “I’ve seen them both.” He tapped his fingers against the closest surface. “And where is the golden boy?” he inquired. “Strange to see one of you without the other.”
“ is this funny to you? ” there is a harshness to her tongue that cuts like unswept glass, a rigidness to her limbs that strains the voice ; body visibly flinching at the new title he’d deemed proper to award her . “ we have been cast out from olympus, stripped from our powers and kept on a leash for who knows how long! our father is missing, our brothers and sisters are walking around completely vulnerable to this unknown threat that looms over us all ---- do you REALLY think this is the time for provocations? because if it’s doubt that's impairing your judgement, let me assure you, you are still no match for me. ” fingers coil from memory, only to find no tangible thing to touch but her own palm; that feeling as though something was missing from her hands intensifies - those hands, now too tame and pristine for her liking. “ apollo is not here. ” an abruptness to her tone refuses to engage, to feed the vultures. apollo does not remember - because he’s a stubborn, irresponsible, petulant little child; and she will guilt him even when he is innocent, for whatever pain his absence brings her, it is hers to bear now & hers alone. “ and neither is your dear mother, as far as i can see, ” she purposely avoids touching the other name, dreading venturing into that maze. “ what - does she have more urgent matters to attend to than ------ forget it... ” she’ll aim her rage somewhere else, for the time being. “ can you still build? ”
“ how did i know i’d find you be moping somewhere around here? ” gliding from the mouth of shadows in a wisp of determination, feet thread across the floor without a sound and arms hang just under her ribs; “ hephaestus. ” courteous & unceremonious, as things often tend to be - yet today a keen eye might spot a lump lodged in her throat or heaviness perched atop her shoulders. “ which one, then? ” her focal point remains somewhere far, dipped into the orange of the horizon. “ which one them woke up? ” names are needless then - with that pained expression glued to his face, there’s only really two contestants. @emberstoflames
this is me dropping another STARTER CALL because artemis remembers, and she’s short, and she’s angry. adam gets one weather he likes it or not, but everyone else feel free to smash that heart for a starter!

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
gloryblooded.
“are bragging rights not enough?” austin drawls, head tilted ever so slightly. he takes a careful step forward, and then another — it is all part of a game. “what more could i possibly give you?” while the tone of his voice is low and dangerous, with no hint of hesitation in sight, his question is a genuine one. his pride is his child, his most valuable and prized possession. to give that up, to acknowledge someone else as his better — what more could she want ?
“ not nearly ! i already have those as it is... ” it seems as though their prides are bond to collide , her feet firmly planted into the soil like a tree, his shadow cast stretching over her upon enclosure. “ hm ... ” a cat-like twinkle of mischief catches the light, chin adjusting to his height, arms hanging idly by her sides. “ do you see that cliff right over there? ” she nudges, impishly glancing over the curve of his shoulder. “ if you lose... you have to jump. aaand ... --- i’ll hold your cigarettes hostage. no smoking for at least a week ! ” harsh, but she’s confident the gamble will pay off.
ichorshone.
it’s a close relative of satisfaction that grows in him, warm and sweet beneath his chest, beholden to the melodic BEAUTY of organisation. a work of his soul, what it’d been yearning to tell. what more lay within ? what more could yield ? he can almost hear his agents: this is not the time for a SYMPHONY adam. wry grin pulls onto marbled features almost surprised at himself as he lifts the piece of paper with notes pencilled in. this feels right. this, he can respect of himself. an eternal identity.
it’s only when he reaches for the viola when he realises he’s had an audience. eyes narrow in sunlit gaze as he takes her in, all at once with stolen breath and beating heart — how familiar. but he can hardly say that can he ? that’s the world’s worst pickup line, even when one means it. the bow twirls delicately between his fingers as he approaches slowly. ❝ my tiny dancer prances across the eastern skies, stardust in dark tresses and moonlight in . . . hmm i’ve meant to finish that line. ❞ chin jerks towards her lips. ❝ i suppose smile’s a little obvious . . . enjoyed my little show ? ❞
whatever trance had wiped any doubt off her mind & paved the road into this corner shop, lasted only until the last string was plucked , toying with the rhythm of her pulse. just like a sleepwalker woken from her dreamlike state, thick sets of lashes flutter hastily as the haze clears along with her throat, and a light tinge of red surfaces with the wave of embarrassment that washes over her dodgy gaze, somehow - feels steadier on the ground. safer than caught in the tides of his eyes.
there’s a list of reflexive apologies lodged in her throat she swallows down as soon as his presence is within reach, and rather casually shifts to mirror his moves, synced to every step, she strategically positions herself by his right, stepping forward into the dimly lit room. “ i’m even tempted to actually buy a ticket, next time. ” she quips taunting, brushing past whatever urge there was to praise him. it was undeniably an enthralling piece performed with mastery; each note crafted from tragedy and melancholy, wrath and despair - more than anything, it filled her with a sorrow that wasn’t hers to keep, some borrowed sense of desolation.
OHQ:TASK001
shoutout to n for making me this beautiful banner & putting up w my nonsense honestly.
“ is that a challenge ? ” the girl beckons with newfound determination in her step, and neither the redness of wild berries on her cheeks nor the softness of plum feathers that outline jovial features outshine the smooth metal that coats her bones. “ what do i get if i win ? ”
@gloryblooded // ❤
she couldn’t in a million years explain how or why a mere photography of seemingly nowhere in particular brought such a wave of sorrow with it --- but something resonated within, like a voice - an echo, she couldn’t quite discern among all those crowded memories. “ no , no ... i think it’s ------- it’s really beautiful. ”
@gcntletouch // ❤

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
“ what’s wrong with a hike ? i mean, think about it... i need to clear my head, you need a break from constant chatter in your ear ------ it’d be great . we wouldn’t even have to talk to each other unless one of us was dying , and on the off chance that happened we’d definitely not need to talk to anyone. ”
@torosyan // ❤
“ what - are you serious ? you know what , i am sorry. sorry you provided such a huge target and i still missed the mark -- with a bit more determination maybe the world would've been free of another unhinged maniac & the children could finally chant ‘the witch is dead’ - but clearly this is my punishment for failing some divine power. ”
@ncbulovs // ❤