How I Lost My Wiginity

So far I made a tenth of a flight ticket to Japan through my shop. Thanks everybody who bought something so far.

But if you’d be so kind, could you do the same thing 9 times more? Thank you.

I’m giving away a set of acrylic charms of Carl Jung from A Dangerous Method and Valentin Bulgakov from The Last Station, which I’m also selling at my store here.

The two charms are 1.5 inches long each and come with blue phone straps. The art is by riaruhu.

RULES

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The giveaway ends on the 16th of May 3.00 pm London time. [Event Time Announcer]

I’m making thiiiiiiings.

$kasryalart: just a sketch ///m\) There’s not enough Jungkov these days.$

kasryalart:

just a sketch ///m\)

There’s not enough Jungkov these days.

blktauna:

lostwiginity:

Stop laughing at your patient, Jung. You’re the one who prescribed physical activity in the first place.

Valentin took to my regime of prescribed exercise with enthusiasm, if not with skill. He spent far too much time with books and far too little in healthy physical activities. Of course I had my own selfish motives for ordering supervised exercise… I found the general movement of his body and limbs to be most graceful and alluring, in their own ways of course.

“Is this right, Doctor Jung?”

I did enjoy that he coveted my attention. It fed my ego in many incorrect ways, but I would not change anything. Valentin was a sweet boy and meant a great deal to me. I would care for him gently.

“I think, perhaps, you might need to go a bit harder.”

I laughed as he went scarlet and missed with his second stroke.

fassbender-mcavoyobsessed:

distracting secretaries are distracting.

riarust:

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lostwiginity:

And then they had sex.

I haven’t come up with a new Jungkov post in almost a month, so I’m reblogging my favourite one.

Valentin doesn’t believe your bullshit apology.

And then they had sex.