Epochrosette - EpochRose

Gosh..

The way I could hardly get my pants off fast enough when she arrived home. The way she growled my name that made my clit pulse and my hips buck. The way I squealed when she finally pushed inside, still begging for it, her adorable little girlcock stretching open my needy hole, releasing a chorus of whines and pants and moans from me. The way her heavy breaths between thrusts told me she needed me as much as I needed her, if not more. The way for a moment we were just two horny animals begging eachother and whining our names in quick succession. The way her growls reached a higher octave as she spoke "take me" while my hips pumped furiously on her, the air filled with sweat and passion. The way as she reached her climax her voice began to crack and her nails dug into my skin. The way she commanded I take her children as my feet shook and she pumped desperately, her girlcock throbbing and leaking, spilling her load inside me. The way she stayed nestled inside as I begged her not to pull out, my hole welling up with her seed as she softly pumped the last of it in, until it was dripping down my inner thigh. The way she said I was definitely pregnant now. The way a sudden new desperation came over me as I begged her to make sure, pleading her to fuck her load back into me. The way we went for a round 2 while we both desperately humped, her hands on my hips threatening to pick me up and turn me into a Fleshlight. The way she grabbed my tits as she came again, pumping me even more full, the sheets utterly soaked in my squirt and our sweat. The way we laid there for 10 minutes, her not daring pull out as we softly cooed eachother with praises playfully lobbed back and forth. The way she leaned down for the softest, prettiest kiss, and I felt my heart flutter in my chest. The way new strength overtook my muscles as I added tongue to the kiss, sitting forward. The way my body felt absolutely insatiable as she moaned in tandem, feeling me needily clench around her. The way I panted and begged for one more round as I mounted her, her laid back and lazily holding my hips as I desperately bounced on top of her. The way my eyes rolled back into my skull to see new colors as we thrusted, our moans a rhythmic chant. The way everything went black for a moment when I finally came, her pumping the last bit of it inside me while I squirted onto her stomach.

The way everything seemed fuzzy and sparkly for a long long time afterwards. The way we cleaned up with cuddles and water, softly kissing and caressing each other. Gosh, the way the whole world seemed to disappear save for me and her.

The way I'm so totally fuckin gay for this girl!!!

D’Pharaoh Woon-A-Tai, the first indigenous actor nominated in any lead category, attends the 2024 Emmys with a handprint over his mouth, a symbol representing Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women (MMIW). September 15, 2024.

Waterfall flows backwards, due to high winds ( Utah )

End-of-Splatoon thoughts.

Thinking about how since the very start, Splatoon has had a feature where players can draw and post artwork and spot them as graffiti on walls or billboards. Or how the weapons have always been paint brushes and rollers and ballpoint pens. Since its inception, Splatoon has been dedicated to engaging its players with the act of creation and creative expression, showing them how their art can build communities and (literally) change the world.

Thinking about finding golden human-made music discs buried underground for thousands of years, and a grand finale music festival. About the Voyager Golden Records. About those human handprints etched into concrete in Alterna. Did those human artists know it would end like this? First a fiery death and then, eventually, a worldwide celebration of music to represent our shared past, present, and future. Did they know that their songs, insignificant in the face of extinction, would one day become the solution that will save the next dominant life-form from the same fate?

Thinking about how eerily similar the Octarian domes are to Alterna. About how close Inklings and Octolings were to repeating the same mistakes as humans. But their doomed fates were undone not by some miracle technology or military power or a rocket, but by music.

Thinking about how humans wiped themselves out with war, and our parting gifts were liquid crystals that somehow paired with the DNA of primeval inklings and somehow infused them with our memories and culture and a Song. And 12,000 years in the future, that same Song will end a war.

Thinking about how art and music and punk culture and rock & roll and friendly competition and petty arguments and water guns aren’t uniquely human concepts, but the fundamental qualities of intelligent life. An inheritable spirit that can cross evolutionary bounds.

Thinking about the theme of Splatoon, that art and music and fun will not die with the human race. That every piece of art we create is a seed we sow for future generations to reap. That our legacy is ingrained into the crust of the earth. That long after we’re gone, the oceans will remember, and they’ll pick up where we left off.

Thinking about how Splatoon says that the essence of humanity –– the thing that will outlive us –– isn't war or prejudice or destruction or greed, it's a song.

tragic. they found an angel stcuk tangled in the telephone wires outsside your house. sorruy. yeah we dont know how to get it out cus anyone who approached the divine light of their holy aura got obliterated. yeah we forgot their names. it'll probably get free sooner or later. dont go outside

I need to find myself a girl who's ready for me to carve my initials onto her brain

letterpress postcards by Pottering Cat, Japan

you have to stay alive. you're going to be such a beautiful middle aged freak. young freaks will see you in the street and know that things can be okay.