Jespar: For Once In Your Life, Lets Not Get Involved. Lets Just Do What Normal People Do And Get Brunch

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Fictober day 1

Prompt: "Can you feel this?"

Warnings: suggestions of past trauma, sex

His fingers gently traced the scar  below her belly, the scar from where life had been extracted form her so long ago. "Can you feel this?"

"No, I really can't."  That wasn't exactly true.  There were no nerve endings in scar tissue, but she could still feel the light of the life that had grown there.  She could still feel the urge to recoil from that long-hidden part of her history.  She could still feel a twinge of insecurity in letting him see, much less study, her disfigured torso.  But she knew he didn't see it that way.  What she saw as defects, he saw as pages in the story that was her; pages he relished reading again and again. 

She ran her fingers through his hair.  I really do love this man. The admission calmed her, somehow made her feel freer. 

He gazed up at her, mischief in his eyes, a playfully-wicked curl on his lips.  Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers slid downward.  "Can you feel this?"

OXO What is the second picture of? I'd love to hear more about the party. What did you do? Singing? Dancing? General carousing?

Reposting because everyone should have a good laugh in the middle of the week.

- @jistring

This caption will be long but important.

First of all, to remind (or tell) you who I am and where I’m from.

I am Ukrainian, and I lived in Ukraine, Odessa my whole life. Until early March or 2022 when I had to flee my home because of war.

Since then my life has been a whirlwind. To sum it all up briefly – me, my mother, my grandma who is 82, and our dog fled to Romania, moved multiple times traveling through the country with the help of the kindest locals, and after another month and making good good friends on the way who helped us on the level I'm still struggling to comprehend I was finally sure the situation for my family is stable.

The hospitality of Romanian people is also the reason for this post to have exactly this one art piece.

And because Romania is beautiful too.

Should I tell you I dreamt about seeing mountains? It came to life. But I hate the circumstances of this dream coming true. I can only wish to come back to Romanian Carpathians while not running from war.

Why “to come back” would you ask? Because after that month I moved further, but on my own. To France.

Yet worry not, I’m not alone here! (Though I’d still appreciate help from locals in terms of information and such. Please feel free to message me if you can spare a minute or two to talk about daily life 🙏)

What am I up to now? Looking for an on-site job in Paris as a game artist. Taking in freelance offers in the meantime (giving preference to commercial). If by chance you can help with my job search – you know what to do 🙌🏻 my DMs are open.

If you want to support me – my pa🌳on and other ways to help/donate are linked in bio. I have to warn I can’t promise any constant updates of my content though.

I of course want to thank the people who helped me through all the way♥️ Both with advice and donations they (you all, when you read this!) supported me immensely, literally keeping me going. You are the most amazing human beings, I’m grateful to you eternally, and I’m still astonished by how many you are.

I could have said much more, but for now it is what it is. Thank you for sparing a minute to read.

Small addition – I now have a life profile with pictures on Instagram – @joycetakespics. If you want, you can stop by and look at my yet-to-be magnificent collection of flower pics.

Another important part.

You might think I’ve come through a lot, but I'm in fact incredibly lucky compared to way too many other people in Ukraine.

⁉️What you can do to help not only me, but my people⁉️

First of all: Spread the information you see about war. Keep talking about it.

Both luckily and unfortunately we live at the times when awareness in social media is the greatest weapon, and the lack of it – even more so. It’s the part where you choose sides.

Secondly, donate.

There are hundreds of ways, destinations and options. Don’t ignore it if you have a coin to spare. There are reasons people ask for help, there always are.

If you won’t mind a hand at figuring out where to donate, I’ll try to share smaller Odessa volunteer accounts on insta stories (or twitter) when I can.

Reposting for @jhara-ivez 's response...

Being American, I am most familiar with temperatures in °F, but I can relate certain °C values with no need for mathematical gyrations:

15°C: Nice! I might consider a light jacket

20°C: Perfect for any outdoor activity, no jacket, no shoes, no problem

30°C: I am wallowing in a pool of my own sweat and am poised to lay waste to anyone who vexes me

Tug on a single thread...

Take time to be amazed

This is truly incredible.

I know this place…

Fictober19:  Day 2 Prompt:  “Just follow me, I know the area.” But I had to diverge a little because the one story I could think of for this exact prompt was fluff that relied in large part on work by @daedric-prince-of-pasta and others who contributed to the “is it a date? If not, make it one!” posts, but I didn’t have time to ask them about using it… so no fun fluff this time. Warnings:  well, it’s about the seductiveness of depression, the liar, so maybe…

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I know this place...this never ends well for me...

Just follow me, it whispers gently... a lover's beckoning call.  It pulls coyly at the hips; fingers trailing down the spine.

But, I know this place, and this never ends well...

Just follow me, it sighs wistfully... a delusion's longing coo.  It claws hungrily at the thighs; breath caressing familiar curves.

... I know this place, and this never ends well…

Just follow me, it cries beseechingly... a liar's pleading press.  Waves crashing on the shore, mesmerizing, metered steps to the abyss...

I do know this place, and it never ends... Until I end it.  Wake up!