Eidhnean entwines / Texts
Order by: date ↑ - rating ↓
Yes, that part of the completion may have been a bit of a reach. But, not knowing the folks in the local BDSM community well enough, one does what one can... ?
Dingoes Squirrels ate my your baby. ;>
Leaving socks would be contraindicated by both traditional wisdom and the Harry Potterverse. However, dark chocolate and baerenjager, along with black-and-glittery-anything, cover a multitude of sins, which may be why the socks were carefully tiptoed around, and the liquor swilled.
Then again, you could have feegles, who while notorious non-readers, know decent spirits when they smell 'em ... and whom I've never seen wear socks (and that is the truth).
Either way, <3 .
I don't feel it would be sporting to vote for a challenge upon which I was a technical collaborator.
Especially as I had to taste the sludge.
The sludge.
Mr. Fish, you have no idea of the aldehyde-laced horror that was the sludge.
That said, this praxis does have my full intellectual support.
~(>
As an owner of bedstead trellises, I approve.
<3.
Absolutely enchanting, and in my opinion, spot on. Delighted you were able to attract with-it and appreciative customers. Random passersby with suspension of disbelief + knowledge of fairytales for the win.
If only there were more points.
Thank you, but after this, I have decided that I am definitely, by definition and definitively (by using my head, my mind, and my brain?) Not-A-Man.
I am entirely *not* a desert creature, but I did greatly enjoy Playa del Fuego this year and will be making my way back to it, and to other regional events that aren't out in a bloody great salt flat, at least for the most part. I would eventually like to make it out to Black Rock City. I think. Maybe. I'd need to take notes from the Fremen and make a stillsuit or something, though.