Dreams Underfoot: UnquietDreams' Dark Whimsy

"Weren't you wearing a purity ring when we got here? Aren't you supposed to be saving yourself?" Shanti asked.

"Yeah," Mary Lou answered. "And then I thought, for what? You save leftovers. My sex is not a leftover, and it is not a Christmas present.”


--Libba Bray, Beauty Queens
 
“Himmlisch ist's wenn ich bezwungen Meine irdische Begier; Aber doch wenn's nich gelungen Hatt' ich auch recht huebsch Plaisir!"

Loosely translated:

"It is heavenly, when I overcome
My earthly desires
But nevertheless, when I'm not successful,
It can also be quite pleasurable.”


--Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
 
I love her anklet.
I was wondering whether she was wearing a really tiny thong, and hoping it was just a tan line going right up over her hip from when she was sunbathing in a really tiny thong. But that thought proved quite transitory in comparison with the next thought, which was how pleasant an experience that man must have been having, engaging so closely with the thighs and buttocks and vulva and perineum of such a fine and gracious lady.
 
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Lavender cappuccino with just made lavender simple syrup.

I am not a sweet coffee guy. I prefer black, from a French press. But somebody got me thinking about this, so I made some simple syrup and steeped culinary lavender in it. I lost my espresso machine in the divorce, but the Mokapot does a good imitation (and looks way cool). Not too sweet, with some nice floral touches.

"Love to cook, cook to love."
(One of my first posts in Variations On A Theme, but it fits here.)
Lavender and coffee is the best flavor combination there is, hands down. I adore, adore, adore coffee enhanced by lavender. I can't understate it.
 
Lavender and coffee is the best flavor combination there is, hands down. I adore, adore, adore coffee enhanced by lavender. I can't understate it.
It also makes a fascinating Italian soda, if you make the syrup yourself. The floral touches are lovely. I don't begrudge anyone using Toranis for their coffee, but you find so many more interesting flavors contained if you make them yourself.
 
It also makes a fascinating Italian soda, if you make the syrup yourself. The floral touches are lovely. I don't begrudge anyone using Toranis for their coffee, but you find so many more interesting flavors contained if you make them yourself.
I've had that as well. Lavender in any imbibable form is wonderful. I've never made any of this myself. I have only ever bought various concoctions at coffee shops. I don't have the means to make things anymore, and when I am depressed, convenience supersedes curation, if that makes sense.
 
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I like these shots because she looks happy in the outfit she hated in the movie.

And this is why I will always love Carrie Fisher. A parent freaked out when they put out a figure with Leia in the gold bikini with a chair around her neck. She was asked about it:

"'What am I going to tell my kid about why she’s in that outfit?' Tell them that a giant slug captured me and forced me to wear that stupid outfit, and then I killed him because I didn’t like it. And then I took it off. Backstage."

Princesses are always capable of saving themselves...
 
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I like these shots because she looks happy in the outfit she hated in the movie.

And this is why I will always love Carrie Fisher. A parent freaked out when they put out a figure with Leia in the gold bikini with a chair around her neck. She was asked about it:

"'What am I going to tell my kid about why she’s in that outfit?' Tell them that a giant slug captured me and forced me to wear that stupid outfit, and then I killed him because I didn’t like it. And then I took it off. Backstage."

Princesses are always capable of saving themselves...
I love her so much. She was so smart, funny and brave.
 
Perfectly.
I'm not very good at finding places with erotic images of a certain caliber, but I tried to look for things that inspired me that I thought would inspire you:

The compelling image of a woman, kneeling obediently in the midst of a private library, her hands bound elegantly behind her back. The viewer observes her from behind. Her hair falls down her back, tickling those bound wrists. The shelves are crowded with vintage and antique books. It's reminiscent of a modern fairytale.

The same woman, perhaps, later pressed against a mahogany desk, her pretty breasts grazed against the cold surface. Her glasses, perhaps, askew on the bridge of her nose, pleasantly-contorted visage aimed at the viewer as her long hair is taken in a masculine fist. Perhaps his other hand comes down on an ample bottom, or perhaps he takes her with an almost vicious need. I didn't make it that far, yet.
 
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"The Lady of Shalott," by John William Waterhouse

Waterhouse does such wonderful things with her expression. Realizing her curse, her doom, only there because she wanted to see the world through her own eyes, she floats to her death.

From the poem by the same name by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. I won't bore you by reading the entire poem, but here is a lovely excerpt and a link to the whole of it.

And down the river's dim expanse -
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance -
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.
 
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