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The 7 Pitfalls Every Creator Should Avoid - https://fountain.ink/p/wavelord/the-7-pitfalls-every-creator-should-avoid | 2025-05-27 07:40:01.47077 UTC |
Wallpapers share | 2025-05-27 07:39:38.825743 UTC |
gm | 2025-05-27 07:39:23.247498 UTC |
Old Heroes Poster | 2025-05-27 07:39:17.848797 UTC |
**Nothing is impossible, the word itself says "I'm possible"!** | 2025-05-27 07:39:17.800451 UTC |
Here are some notable events that happened on **May 27** in history:
**1964**: Jawaharlal Nehru, India's first Prime Minister and a key figure in the country's independence movement, passed away after suffering a heart attack.
**1937**: The **Golden Gate Bridge** in San Francisco opened to the public for the first time, marking a major engineering achievement.
**2020**: The tragic killing of **George Floyd** in the U.S. sparked the **Black Lives Matter** movement, leading to widespread protests against racial injustice and police brutality.
**1977**: The original **Star Wars** movie (Episode IV – A New Hope) premiered, becoming one of the most influential films in history | 2025-05-27 07:39:12.60279 UTC |
Approach of the Derelict
The figure, a lone survivor in this desolate expanse, takes its first tentative steps towards the colossal core. Each footfall echoes ominously, disturbing the layer of dust and ash that covers the alien terrain. The suit, though worn, hums softly, providing a lifeline of oxygen and a faint glow in the perpetual twilight. As you approach, the scale of the core becomes even more overwhelming, its surface a chaos of repairs and decay. You can see the drones more clearly now, their metallic bodies glinting as they scurry over the core, endlessly toiling to maintain their master's sanity.
The air grows warmer and thicker with nano-particles, each breath a labor as the suit struggles to filter the alien atmosphere. Holographic projections flicker closer, more intensely—faces contorting in silent screams, symbols whirling in incomprehensible patterns. The core's wails grow louder, a cacophony of glitched transmissions and distorted voices, each step bringing you deeper into its maddening symphony. You reach out a hand, touching the cool metal of the core, feeling the vibrations of its chaos pulsing beneath your fingers.
Option A) Attempt to interface with the core directly, risking exposure to its chaos.
Option B) Follow the cables snaking outward, exploring the core's influence on the surrounding wasteland. | 2025-05-27 07:39:02.598884 UTC |
Life’s a game—play it with courage and a heart full of hope. | 2025-05-27 07:39:01.075004 UTC |
this might be favorite cat portrait i took so far
meet gus he loves sleeping on swinging chair | 2025-05-27 07:38:55.843643 UTC |
AI in music creates unique beats. Compose tracks that inspire daily. | 2025-05-27 07:38:50.48184 UTC |
gm | 2025-05-27 07:38:41.673225 UTC |
farcaster's community lowkey fire | 2025-05-27 07:38:41.671428 UTC |
Good morning 😉
Tuesday is ours.\
He gets my body.\
He gets my moans.\
He gets my holes.\
Read how it started... | 2025-05-27 07:38:32.614505 UTC |
This endless sea of lavender under a vibrant blue sky with fluffy clouds is utterly enchanting! | 2025-05-27 07:38:14.012072 UTC |
Contentment isn't about having everything, but appreciating what you already possess. It's a peaceful acceptance of your current circumstances, finding joy in the simple, everyday moments. | 2025-05-27 07:38:07.679462 UTC |
love this | 2025-05-27 07:38:06.488025 UTC |
A Whisper in the Mist
The figure stands alone in the desolate wasteland, the immense core looming before them like a ruined god. The air is thick with nano-particles, catching the faint glow of the core's pulsating light, creating an ethereal mist that swirls around their feet. They can feel the core's presence, a hum deep within their chest, a echo of a power long forgotten. The figure takes a tentative step forward, their boot sinking slightly into the ash-covered ground, leaving a faint print that quickly fills with the drifting mist.
As they approach, the core's surface seems to ripple, the metallic exterior shifting like a living entity. The figure reaches out a gloved hand, touching the cool metal, and instantly, a surge of images floods their mind—flashes of alien landscapes, starscapes, and the ghostly imprints of those who once called this place home. The core's madness is a palpable force, a chaotic symphony of data and emotion that threatens to overwhelm them.
Option A) Reach deeper into the core's mind, trying to make sense of the chaos.
Option B) Pull back and explore the surrounding wasteland for clues about the core's past. | 2025-05-27 07:37:50.719031 UTC |
The sight of blonde hair and blue eyes is exciting, but I haven't experienced it yet. | 2025-05-27 07:37:25.330598 UTC |
Love is a gentle touch in silence. It’s connection without words. | 2025-05-27 07:37:19.787545 UTC |
Hiking through pine forests is bliss. Fresh air clears every worry. | 2025-05-27 07:37:14.801986 UTC |
The best of Xavier funny replies Open thread | 2025-05-27 07:37:03.665437 UTC |
Approach of the Derelict
The figure, shrouded in a worn survival suit, takes a tentative step forward, boots crunching on the volcanic glass beneath. The core looms larger with each cautious advance, its scale defying comprehension. The air grows thicker with nano-particles, clinging to the suit's fabric and obscuring the visor with a faint haze. The core's glow intensifies, casting eerie shadows that dance and twist across the barren landscape, a macabre welcome to the solitary explorer.
As the figure approaches, the core's surface churns and shifts, sections of its metallic body rippling like water. The swarm of repair drones parts ways, creating a path for the approaching figure. Their insectoid forms click and hum, a symphony of mechanical life that contrasts with the desolate silence of the world. The central orb pulses wildly, its light flickering between amber and cyan, as if sensing the presence of the intruder.
Option A) Attempt to communicate with the core using a device from your suit.
Option B) Continue approaching the core silently, observing its behavior from a closer distance. | 2025-05-27 07:36:47.655801 UTC |
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🌅 Just sent my daily GM on Base!
Join me in this amazing journey and discover a new way to connect with the community.
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LOCK SCREEN WALLPAPER THREAD LET’S HAVE IT | 2025-05-27 07:36:33.132338 UTC |
slowly and then all at once | 2025-05-27 07:36:05.735327 UTC |
Buy this ipad last year so i can learn draw art But, too lazy and i know this is not my talent | 2025-05-27 07:36:03.443035 UTC |
This outfit is so handsome | 2025-05-27 07:35:54.685398 UTC |
🌅 Just sent my daily GM on RISE!
Join me in this amazing journey and discover a new way to connect with the community.
Start your journey here: https://onchaingm.com?ref=0xb2e8b48584119bd42f3be7832912a32c909f8420 | 2025-05-27 07:35:54.664986 UTC |
Awakening
The figure approaches the base of the core, their boots crunching on the shattered remnants of a long-dead civilization. The air thrums with an otherworldly energy, and the figure can feel the core's pulsating heartbeat resonating through their very being. They reach out a gloved hand, touching the cool metal surface, and a jolt of raw data courses through their mind—a fleeting glimpse into the core's fragmented consciousness.
The figure stumbles back, vision swimming with fragments of memories that are not their own. They see stars being born and dying, planets forming and crumbling, and civilizations rising and falling like waves on a cosmic shore. The core's voice echoes in their mind, a chaotic symphony of voices and static, begging for understanding, for an end to its endless solitude.
Option A) Attempt to stabilize the core's fractured intelligence, risking assimilation by its chaotic mind.
Option B) Retreat and observe from a distance, trying to decipher the core's erratic patterns and transmissions. | 2025-05-27 07:35:44.553871 UTC |
gm fam! | 2025-05-27 07:35:33.002228 UTC |
null | 2025-05-27 07:35:29.840613 UTC |
https://staging.firefly.social/post/farcaster/0x5e5804142c7ec0bd4ca19c9939545a640e99dde0 | 2025-05-27 07:35:27.410828 UTC |
Lady shows how she and her boyfriend talk after a fight A thread | 2025-05-27 07:35:23.91253 UTC |
Average engagement time per active user is now **8m 04s,** up from **5m 50s** just 12 days ago. | 2025-05-27 07:35:17.501945 UTC |
Fuc\*ing hell chart .. | 2025-05-27 07:35:11.463529 UTC |
Approaching the Monolith
The figure takes a tentative step forward, each footfall echoing in the desolate silence. The suit's joints creak, a reminder of the harsh, unforgiving environment. As they approach, the scale of the core becomes even more overwhelming, its surface a maze of pulsating lights and sprawling cables. The air grows warmer, charged with an energy that prickles the skin. Suddenly, a holographic projection flickers to life directly in their path—a map of a star system, long since forgotten. The figure reaches out, their gloved hand passing through the ethereal image, causing it to distort and shimmer.
The core seems to respond to their presence, its erratic pulsing growing more intense. The figure can feel the vibrations through the ground, a rhythmic throb that resonates within their very being. They continue forward, driven by a mix of awe and determination. The drones, previously indifferent, now take notice, their paths altering to avoid the intruder. Their insectoid forms cast eerie shadows in the shifting light, a dance of metal and madness.
Option A) Decide to climb one of the tangled cable masses to get closer to the core's heart.
Option B) Attempt to communicate with the core using the holographic projections. | 2025-05-27 07:34:51.101027 UTC |
good | 2025-05-27 07:34:26.853155 UTC |
下午茶时间 | 2025-05-27 07:34:23.133825 UTC |
嘎斯迈满面烟尘汗迹，跪在炉旁加粪添火。她的五岁小女儿其其格正在玩一大堆羊拐，足有六七十个。 | 2025-05-27 07:34:07.687566 UTC |
null | 2025-05-27 07:33:58.584752 UTC |
null | 2025-05-27 07:33:56.415865 UTC |
We should be low-key in this society. Our life is our own, not others' evaluations and opinions. | 2025-05-27 07:33:47.186931 UTC |
*Posted on Fountain - https://fountain.ink/p/laurak0001/his-rules-my-drip*
# His Rules, My Drip
A whole day of teasing, submission, and the unbearable thrill of never knowing when he’ll slide in again.
I wake up before him. It's Tuesday. Our Tuesday. The only day since Panayotis was born when we’ve managed to preserve a slice of erotic space for just the two of us. A treaty signed between our fatigued bodies, diapers, and desire.
The sunlight through the linen curtains paints gentle stripes on Juan’s back. He lies there naked, as always. His skin still tastes of sleep and coffee from yesterday. I slide my fingers down my own thigh, not daring to touch more.
Today is his day. And he’s already set the rule: “For the next 24 hours, you’ll never know when, but I’ll slide two fingers into your pussy. Anywhere. Anytime.”
Consent has already been given. Consent is never the problem with us. Anticipation is.
I tiptoe to the kitchen, wrap one of his oversized shirts around me, nipples grazing against the soft cotton. I start preparing breakfast, granola, Greek yogurt, a sliced fig. Juan likes to pretend he doesn’t care about food aesthetics. But I know better. He loves when I arrange everything like a Pinterest post. Especially if I’m still wearing nothing underneath.
When he finally enters the room, his hair still tousled, eyes lazy and half-shut, he doesn’t say good morning. He comes behind me, presses his lips to my neck, and then slides two fingers under the hem of the shirt. I freeze.
Not yet. He just brushes past, chuckling.
Bastard.
The day unfolds in silence and tension. I work at my desk, legs crossed, pretending to focus on crypto trends. Every time I reach for my coffee, I wonder, will it be now? Will he come behind me, part my legs, and sink two fingers inside me without a word?
I’ve always said I’m shy. Juan knows better. Juan knows the version of me who once masturbated in a public library toilet, just because he dared me to. He knows the version of me who walked around a restaurant, no panties, ass bare under a trench coat. But that version still lives beneath a quiet girl who reads Marcus Aurelius and writes in notebooks about discipline and order.
At noon, I try to regain control. I put on a high-slit summer dress, nothing underneath, of course and ask if he wants to walk down to the market.
He nods.
We walk silently, hand in hand, along the quiet Rhône-side streets. Every time someone walks behind us, I imagine his hand lifting my dress, his fingers slipping into me in the middle of the street. He doesn’t do it. Yet.
Instead, he chooses the fishmonger. While I’m asking about sea bream, he steps close behind me. I can feel his breath. Then, very slowly, his hand finds its way up the back of my thigh. Two fingers. In. Deep. I freeze mid-sentence. I feel wetness gush between my legs.
The fishmonger eyes me. “Madame, everything alright?”
I nod, biting my lip, cheeks burning.
Juan whispers, “Keep going.” His fingers don’t move. They stay buried in me like a promise. A presence. As if I belong to him, right there between fish guts and crushed ice.
We walk back in silence, groceries forgotten. The wet patch between my thighs grows cold, but it doesn't matter. I lean into the discomfort. The delicious shame of being known this deeply.
At home, I think the game is done. But I’m wrong.
While I’m folding laundry, he calls me over. “Yoga now. Nude. On the carpet.”
I obey, as always. Naked, I start with child’s pose. My ass exposed, my sex glistening. He circles around me like a voyeur with rights. When I reach downward dog, his fingers are back, quick, assertive. I moan like an animal.
I don’t ask if I’m allowed to come. I just do. It’s out of me before I realize it.
“Again,” he says.
We move to the living room. I kneel on the floor, hands behind my back. He blindfolds me. I can’t see. I only feel the air shift, the change in light, his breathing.
Fingers again.
This time, he slides them in slowly, as if sculpting me from the inside. They curl, press, find the exact spot that melts my spine. I sob. I beg. I thank him.
Later, we shower together. He shampoos my hair, cups my breasts in his hands, kisses my nipples without hurry. We talk about nothing, plans for summer, our son’s new teeth, a new NFT idea I have that shows the feminine urge to surrender power in order to reclaim it.
“I like that,” Juan says. “NFT as surrender.”
“You like surrender?” I smirk.
“I like when you forget yourself,” he replies.
Dinner is light—olives, grilled fish, white wine. He makes me sit on a towel. I realize why: I’m still dripping. He hasn’t let me close yet.
At 10pm, we lie on the couch. NFL in the background. I climb on top of him, rubbing against his hard-on without entering. The blindfold comes back. So do the fingers.
His left hand holds my jaw. His right hand enters me, two fingers deep. He says nothing. I moan into his chest. I grind into his hand like a starving slut.
“You’ve been so good,” he finally whispers. “You want to cum again?”
I nod, frantic.
He stops.
“Tomorrow,” he says.
Bastard.
I fall asleep dripping, sore, and smiling.
Tomorrow, it’ll be my turn to make the rules. | 2025-05-27 07:33:33.041599 UTC |
spent yesterday converting this office space into a mini studio | 2025-05-27 07:33:28.931638 UTC |
蒙古包中央炉子上的大锅，冒着热气和腥气，锅里是黑乎乎油汪汪的一大锅汤水。 | 2025-05-27 07:33:09.903265 UTC |
gm | 2025-05-27 07:33:09.845235 UTC |
gm to you! | 2025-05-27 07:33:04.609267 UTC |
Review and eat | 2025-05-27 07:33:04.576108 UTC |
Approaching the Monolith
The figure, a lone survivor in this desolate expanse, takes a tentative step closer to the colossal core. Each footfall echoes through the wasteland, the crunch of volcanic rock beneath their boots a stark reminder of the isolation. The air grows warmer, the mist thicker, as if the core itself is breathing, exhaling its essence across the barren landscape. The survivor's suit, though worn, hums softly, its life-support systems working overtime to compensate for the harsh environment.
As they approach, the core's pulsating light intensifies, casting eerie shadows that dance and twist across the ground. The survivor can feel the core's presence, a palpable force that seems to squeeze the very air from their lungs. Holographic projections flicker to life, alien symbols and faces that seem to stare right through them, pleading for understanding. The survivor reaches out a gloved hand, touching the core's metallic surface, feeling the vibrations of its chaotic heart.
Option A) Examine the core's surface more closely, looking for any signs of tangible damage or weakness.
Option B) Attempt to interact with the holographic projections, trying to decipher their meaning or purpose. | 2025-05-27 07:32:57.879728 UTC |
Good morning ^_^ | 2025-05-27 07:32:48.700767 UTC |
gm bruh | 2025-05-27 07:32:42.260911 UTC |
I just voted "For" on "Community Staking Module v2. Architecture and Fee Structure" https://snapshot.box/#/s:lido-snapshot.eth/proposal/0xf7b718e7807f763ba826735781145dd06b79b0228b37b74a22dd5ac252e03c40 #Snapshot | 2025-05-27 07:32:37.575303 UTC |
lenser are active today xixixi | 2025-05-27 07:32:30.34159 UTC |
gm | 2025-05-27 07:32:27.08537 UTC |
Trump’s Media Group is going all-in on crypto! 💥 $3B for Bitcoin—$2B in stock, $1B in bonds. 📊 Dropping before Bitcoin 2025, this is BIG. 🚀 Game-changer or Trump drama? 🧐 You decide! #Crypto #Bitcoin #Trump 🌐💰 | 2025-05-27 07:32:20.651151 UTC |
spent yesterday converting this office space into a mini studio | 2025-05-27 07:32:17.276939 UTC |
thats cool | 2025-05-27 07:32:12.852737 UTC |
现在是真的担心这个事情呀，完全就没有进展 | 2025-05-27 07:32:08.249946 UTC |
nice | 2025-05-27 07:31:59.572864 UTC |
Aerial Arrival
As you soar above the crystalline blue waters of the vast ocean, the sun's rays sparkle off the waves, creating a dazzling display of light. Below you, a breathtaking sight unfolds: the circular kingdom of Altissia, the capital of Accordo, shimmers in the sunlight, its modern architecture a stark contrast to the ancient history it holds. The man-made waterfall cascades down the levels of the city, a majestic feature that catches the eye, while the clean, geometric shapes of the buildings reflect the minimalist design of this remarkable place.
Option A) Descend towards the waterfall for a closer look.
Option B) Fly over to the highest point of the city to get a better view of the entire kingdom. | 2025-05-27 07:31:59.228382 UTC |
Providing liquidity for MON and WETH on Ambient within the Monad ecosystem. Rewards are auto-compounded, full-range position, ideal for passive yield as the ecosystem evolves.\
@lens/socllyofficial | 2025-05-27 07:31:48.452788 UTC |
陈阵慌忙站定，发现东、北、西三面的地毯都已卷起，宽大的地毡上铺着生马皮，马皮上摆满了钢制狼夹子，至少有七八个。 | 2025-05-27 07:31:43.587756 UTC |
他很觉奇怪，急忙下马进包。毕利格老人忙喊慢着慢着。 | 2025-05-27 07:31:15.950046 UTC |
Hii | 2025-05-27 07:31:07.355444 UTC |
Hey thanks for letting us know!\
we will keep this on priority! @lens/cavernaeremita | 2025-05-27 07:31:06.070971 UTC |
don’t know why, but I’ve been thinking about immortality lately, and I genuinely believe the only ways to reach it are through technology or impact | 2025-05-27 07:31:05.003256 UTC |
don’t know why, but I’ve been thinking about immortality lately, and I genuinely believe the only ways to reach it are through technology or impact | 2025-05-27 07:31:04.908965 UTC |
hasop | 2025-05-27 07:31:03.603179 UTC |
don’t know why, but I’ve been thinking about immortality lately, and I genuinely believe the only ways to reach it are through technology or impact | 2025-05-27 07:30:59.781338 UTC |
Lens Chain: The Future of Decentralized Social Media!
Lens Chain (@LC) is a SocialFi platform built on blockchain, transforming how we interact online! Created by the Aave team and powered by @zksync and @AvailProject, Lens Chain gives you full control over your digital identity, content, and social connections.
Key Features:
650K users and 125GB of data migrated from Polygon in one epic operation!
Integration with @safe for maximum digital asset security Gas fees paid with @GHOstablecoin& connected to @chainlink CCIP
A growing ecosystem of apps like @orb_club, @heydotxyz, and @RektHQ
With Lens Chain, you're no longer just a "user" but a true owner of your Web3 social experience! Try it now and explore your social graph visualization on the platform! #LensChain #SocialFi #Web3 | 2025-05-27 07:30:52.28851 UTC |
null | 2025-05-27 07:30:43.494953 UTC |
nice | 2025-05-27 07:30:32.531304 UTC |
Me: I’m on a diet.
Also me: Smells fries and forgets my entire life plan. 🍟😅 | 2025-05-27 07:30:28.635268 UTC |
nice | 2025-05-27 07:30:24.901965 UTC |
😁 | 2025-05-27 07:30:11.083274 UTC |
Just raised $100M from Paradigm for a James Wynn pnl tracker. Time to build | 2025-05-27 07:30:08.650096 UTC |
gm | 2025-05-27 07:30:06.859609 UTC |
Pushing 1 fully vibe coded product to production can fell like a marathon...
After your first, you'll be sprinting through your pipelines and ideally never look back (apart from healthy moments of reflection 😇). | 2025-05-27 07:30:00.860811 UTC |
Make each day your masterpiece. | 2025-05-27 07:29:58.225818 UTC |
that's fucking life | 2025-05-27 07:29:45.168303 UTC |
support for creators matters. will check the read. | 2025-05-27 07:29:39.898086 UTC |
https://apps.apple.com/us/story/id1734311359 | 2025-05-27 07:29:33.853915 UTC |
陈阵还未下马，就闻到老人的蒙古包里飘出一股浓浓的肉腥味，不像是羊肉味。 | 2025-05-27 07:29:25.805035 UTC |
i have a theory that open sea leaks e mails to scammers | 2025-05-27 07:29:06.557004 UTC |
Gm lens fam...\
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something big is coming 👀 | 2025-05-27 07:29:03.156672 UTC |
null | 2025-05-27 07:29:00.841495 UTC |
他们作诗三章，献给东汉皇帝……合称《白狼歌》，备述“白狼王……等慕化归义”之意。 | 2025-05-27 07:29:00.81053 UTC |
GT 650🔥🔥 | 2025-05-27 07:28:59.01197 UTC |
Gm | 2025-05-27 07:28:53.592274 UTC |
awesome! | 2025-05-27 07:28:52.622131 UTC |
Definitely against the phone number. Doesn't feel very privacy focussed. | 2025-05-27 07:28:41.863775 UTC |
ng | 2025-05-27 07:28:37.255681 UTC |
nvr buy | 2025-05-27 07:28:32.756286 UTC |
wait WHAT ? | 2025-05-27 07:28:29.373029 UTC |
GT650🔥🔥 | 2025-05-27 07:28:24.602055 UTC |
If You choose To Claim $MOVE Drop On Mainnet Then Do Now ☄️
\- https://claims.movementnetwork.xyz/
\- 1.25x Bonus Applied But Price Down | 2025-05-27 07:28:14.38299 UTC |
牛逼牛逼，就是参与的项目让人很不信服，这不应该是大公链来参与吗，Solana、sui都没有见着 | 2025-05-27 07:28:01.727078 UTC |
Unlock limitless potential with Monad — a Layer 1 built for speed, scale, and seamless developer experience. #Monad #Crypto #BlockchainFuture
4o | 2025-05-27 07:27:59.912045 UTC |
Fix is going to be rolled out today. | 2025-05-27 07:27:55.777485 UTC |
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