That Night The Stars Were Gorgeous. It Was Just Cloud And I. Cloud And Tifa In Final Fantasy VII: Remake

Lost Records is such an insanely beautiful game to me. I just haven’t felt as much from a game as I’ve felt from this in so long. Of course the supernatural elements are important but it’s the simplicity that gets me.

You play as a lonely girl with body image and general self-esteem issues. She meets 3 girls, all queer and all romanceable. No male love interests. It’s the best summer of her life and it’s going to end. Swann, Kat, Nora, and Autumn all wish for it not to end and it still does. Swann is running out of time in Velvet Cove and Kat is running out of time. They genuinely love each other within their little bubble—there’s no talking behind one another’s backs, no backhanded comments. They all support each other.

They talk about missing their childhoods when everything was easier. They talk about things like periods and hygiene products casually, something I literally haven’t even seen from a game up until now. Autumn talks about all the pressure she feels to be the perfect minority in a conservative majority white town—she’s always trying to keep the girls out of trouble because or else she’s suddenly responsible in the eyes of others and she takes that to heart. Nora is this neglected child who’s constantly trying to fill that void and it’s so heartbreaking to watch. Kat is maybe the most insane of all because there’s something so visceral about how angry she feels, trapped in a tiny, conservative nothing town in a family she fights against day after day for nothing because she’s here to die. And there are all these little seemingly insignificant details that are hallmarks of wlw culture, especially in the 90’s!! The Riot Grrl scene (specifically Bikini Kill) the Emily Dickinson reference, even a statement as simple as “If I was a boy, I’d kiss you.” The teenagers talk like real teenagers. And in the adult timeline, the pandemic actually fucking exists! It’s a part of the background! They talk about how it impacted their lives, especially Swann as an isolated, socially anxious and most likely neurodivergent person!

There’s such a sense of togetherness and loneliness all at once, hope and hopelessness. It’s realistic despite the supernatural aspect. It’s life. It’s beautiful and it’s unfair. It’s joyful and it’s furious. It’s finding someone who understands you with the knowledge that it will be ripped from you. But the injustice doesn’t take away the fact that it happened.

Im seeing g!p everywhere. LIKE ATP JUST READ MALE OC IF YOU WANT DICK SO BAD

And it's all smut. Straight up sex with no plot😭

Let g!p rest. Thank you🙂‍↕️

Stardew Valley Sims 4 Generations Challenge - Graphics

Took me as couple days, but I love the results! check out the challenge here! and thank you @whenreadingiscool for letting me make graphics of your legacy challenge! I had so much fun creating graphics for this since Stardew is one of my fav games!!!

{Original challenge by @chellplays, some revisions by @lybeuh}

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GRAYSON TWITTER LINKS

warnings: twitter porn links, fingering, tribbing, facefucking, face sitting, lap humping, usage of strap, strap riding, public sex, breasts fondling

a/n: sorry if these aren't really accurate, it's hard to find videos of muscular milfs 😞

requested

♡┃fucking you in the middle of the kitchen

♡┃making you ride her fingers

♡┃you can take it, right?

♡┃she loves your breasts

♡┃fucking you with her strap

♡┃riding her strap

♡┃she can't keep her hands to herself

♡┃sitting on her face

♡┃tribbing

♡┃using your face

♡┃making you feel good

VI TWITTER LINKS PT.2

warnings: twitter porn links, tribbing, pussy eating, fingering, rough fucking, usage of strap, spanking, squirting, breasts sucking

requested

♡┃practicing for you

♡┃eating you out

♡┃fingering her

♡┃she loves it when you grind your cunt against her's

♡┃spanking you while fucking you

♡┃rough fucking you

♡┃taking her time with your breasts

♡┃she needs you, she doesn't care if anyone sees

♡┃she knows how to eat you out just perfectly

♡┃fingering you and making you squirt

♡┃teasing your sensitive breasts

ROCKSTAR VIOLET ... !

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Hi! I've been playing the Sims for more than a decade and I love legacy challenges. I've finally made and shared my personal challenge: Personality Types Legacy Challenge.

I was inspired by the old Sims Personality Diagnostic Quiz that used to be on the main menu, all descriptions of each Gen are the description of each personality type from the quiz. You can play the generations in any order or don't have to do all 12, it's up to you!

I'm currently playing through this legacy, see my progress here beginning | recent

Happy Simming <3

here she is

please credit me if you repost onto other platforms

MADDIE NOLEN TWITTER LINKS

warnings: twitter porn links, fingering, squirting, pussy eating, rough fucking, usage of strap, humping, pussy slapping, overstimulating, face slapping, fingers in mouth.

a/n: most of them are sub!maddie bc i couldn't find any videos where the girl topping looks like her:(

♡┃sending you a video at work

♡┃humping you while cuddling

♡┃riding your strap

♡┃she loves slapping your cunt

♡┃eating her out

♡┃holding eye contact while fingering her

♡┃overstimulating her

♡┃fucking her from behind

♡┃riding her pillow

♡┃making her squirt

♡┃she loves being used

♡┃fingering you

♡┃humping a stuffie you gave her

♡┃slap her a bit, don't be shy

♡┃making out

♡┃fucking you

♡┃turn her into a mess, she can handle it

♡┃tribbing

♡┃kissing turns her on so much

♡┃she loves humping your thigh

college fuckgirl!caitlyn hcs (+ basketball star) who is totally whipped for u and doesn’t know what the hell to do about it

fuckgirl!caitlyn, hardtoget!reader, sub!caitlyn, fluff. (for once not pure jerkoff material i know right) she likessssss you.

▸ not the notches in her bedposts type; caitlyn doesn’t brag about her conquests. she’s classy like that. she does strut about the halls, exuding a casual sort of elegance that has girls falling over their feet. remembers all their names. grasping her solo cup between slim fingers like a wine glass and smiling over the rim. cryptic and beautiful and so utterly entrancing that she’ll have girls’ who were cursing her name two moments ago bent over the bathroom sink, with just a drawl of their name, followed by a “right?”, even if they know they’ll be discarded like yesterday’s trash.

▸ excellent in bed. obviously. charm isn’t everything. she also has a talented tongue and fingers and the stretch of her cock. priorities the girls’ pleasure because good manners have been beaten into her since she was born and she likes the way it feels to fuck into a pussy sopping in cum, gliding in the silky trenches of fiercely clenching folds as they scramble into the sheets and moan her name, fucking the nerves out of them.

▸ and then; you. she wants to fuck you so bad it’s driving her insane. caitlyn doesn’t brag. she doesn’t have sex for the sake of having sex. she just does—often. and she does it well—which has had her gain a teensy-tiny reputation for it. that doesn’t mean she’s a complete ass! doesn’t know why you hold it against her. she’s not some meathead jock trying to get her dick wet. she’s the star of the team, top of (most) of her classes, and shoe-in for valedictorian. plus, she’s rich. and pretty. and just—totally fuckworthy. everyone knows it!

▸ decorated basketball player. plays shooting guard like she was born for it; all lean limbs and sinew as she glides about the court like a koi fish in the water. oh, and she’s a show-off, too. avoids saying corny shit like “this is for you,” even if she really, really wants to—but when she spins on the court and hurls a three-pointer—and her eyes flick up right to you in the stands, intense and focused. that’s when she mouths. “that was for you.”

(jogs up to you afterwards, sweat dripping off her brow and down the long stretch of her neck, as she airs out her jersey with that cockily arched brow. can’t resist the grin on her face. 21 points to her name—meeting your eyes everytime. it falls at the unimpressed look on your face.

“you had to wait til’ after you made the shot?”

“well, i’m not gonna dedicate a losing shot to you. that’s lame.”

“you are lame.”

“objectively untrue.” caitlyn frowns, ball still curled under her arm as she paces after you, as you stride off the bleachers, and if there’s a little whine in her voice there isn’t. “you know, there isn’t a girl on this college who wouldn’t be dying to get under me.” she says it so matter-of-fact, in that irritatingly attractive accent of hers, and even though it’s true it doesn’t make her sound any less like an asshole.

“i wonder why.”

“darling.” whiney, whiney, whiney.

“dickhead.” and if you sound just a little smug that you have caitlyn kiramman wrapped around your finger, that’s just for you to know.)

▸ caitlyn just doesn’t get it. how can you possibly not like her? or at least find her attractive enough to at least want her a little bit. she certainly wants you. she’s at a loss. usually, a bat of her lashes, a whisper of her name is enough to get anyone’s legs splayed wide open for her. when you don’t, she has no fucking clue how to work you. starts lingering just a few desks from you at the library, to catch glimpses of you studying (and yeah? caitlyn looks a little cute like that; glasses perched on the tip of her nose as her brows furrowed in concentration, tongue poking out as she thinks about the pretty lilt of your jaw whenever you fix her with that im-so-sick-of-you look.. the way your arm muscles stretch behind your head when you yawn like a cat arching it’s back up for a scratch.. the way your voice sounds a touch raspy whenever you’ve been staying up super late studying and grant her the mercy of your husky, velvet undertones telling her to fuck right off… has to release a deep, long, wistful sigh just thinking about it)

▸ it goes on like that, for what feels like forever. caitlyn niggling her way into your day-to-day life as you begrudgingly entertain her. following you around like a lost puppy to the point where it starts rumours.

(she’s been sitting three seats away from you on the table for the past half-hour. sneaking glances every so often as she rereads the same paragraph over and over again, before she clears her throat and asks, chin held high. “so.. what’d you get in that test?”

shit. did her voice just crack?

the so-called legendary mystique of caitlyn kiramman really wears off when you realise how hopelessly awkward she can be.

you take pity on her, lips quirking as your gaze slides to meet hers, exasperated. yet, you answer her anyways. “92%.”

she hums, fingers drumming against the table. “uh—nice.” oh. now she’s blushing. you can also tell it’s taking everything in her not to let her own 100% bubble up and out of her lips, because she doesn’t want you to think she’s conceited. you know she’s totally itching to say it, though. wants you to know. it’s almost cute.

a sigh. you move the bag off the seat next to you. “c’mere.”

caitlyn’s head snaps up, and her eyes are really so very beautiful, all wide and starry in disbelief. “what?”

“hurry up, superstar. don’t make me regret it.”

caitlyn straightens, and then hurries to take the spot beside you, cheeks burning. she squirms a little in her seat, and the gleam of amusement only makes her want the ground to swallow up because god, she’s never acted like this with anyone. she’s caitlyn kiramman! cool, composed, collected; an energy that takes up the most space in the room, makes girls’ knees buckle, has boys stammering with just a smile. and yet, you have her melting in a puddle with the barest glimpse of your attention.

..fine. maybe she doesn’t just want to fuck you.

"don't piss your pants, kiramman." you say, without missing a beat, pen still scrawling away notes. "i don't bite."

caitlyn splutters for a response, and.. hey! that's her line!

oh. she’s so, so screwed).