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Guys- imagine Caleb's trying to get down and dirty with you and he starts trying to undo buttons on his uniform but you distract him by kissing him so his hands cup your face instead and then when you start heavily making out, he starts trying to slip off his uniform again but you start clenching at the fabric of his jacket and kissing him harder. He thinks that maybe you're just really into making out right now so he doesn't think much of it. It isn't until he's slid down his zipper and starting to slide down his pants that he realizes you're just trying to fuck him with the uniform on. Zipper down is fine, but pants down all the way? Not fine. Ruins the effect. And keep the hat on. He bites back a laugh but he can't help the way he grins. He's honestly kinda proud that his job turns you on. He proceeds to lean heeeeavily into the roleplay, saying as your commanding officer, he has a right to put you in your place. All aboard the Captain Caleb flight, it's about to be a bumpy ride!

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they enjoyed the sunset together

When you have free time in the future, you can come and find me to have a meal.

HIDDEN LOVE 偷偷藏不住 (2023) dir. Lee Ching Jung

shaking six year old me by the shoulders YOU WERE RIGHT. YOU WERE RIGHT ABOUT LOVE AND ABOUT FAIRNESS AND ABOUT SHARING IS CARING. YOU WERE RIGHT. THE ADULTS DON’T KNOW ANY MORE ABOUT TRUTH THAN YOU DO. KEEP BELIEVING IN THE FAIRIES AT THE BOTTOM OF THE GARDEN. NOTHING IS “JUST THE WAY IT IS”. I AM SORRY THEY EVER CONVINCED YOU TO FEEL SHAME. YOU ARE REAL AND A PART OF THIS WORLD. YOU WERE RIGHT.

— a girl is a haunted house, tathève simonyan

[text ID: I was born from a mother, like you, / Wearing nothing but the pride of innocence, / Wrapped in my blissful indifference, / But I couldn’t scream like you / And I couldn’t cry like you / And I couldn’t smile like you. / I grew up enchained to these walls, like you, / Filled with nothing but a promise of excellence / (What a merciless fraudulence!) / But I couldn’t walk like you / And I couldn’t talk like you / And I couldn’t keep the child in me alive like you. / Your existence in this world seems so effortless, / Yet I struggle to lure each breath in. / And at night, when this itch of my skin / Softly whispers that I’ll never win / Even trying alone seems so meaningless.]