Dominant top who masters in the sole pleasure of his then person (instrument(s)), providing the pleasure being asked of to meet demands, expectations and/or goals as to the wants, needs and desire of the individual(s) submissive care and trust where achieving the upmost results in/of instruments pleasure.
A dommasterpleaser is skilled in the art of body-confusion treating his top/bottom a unique instrument where having to learn quickly in his role on how to play them. Separating at times through multiple pleasure techniques, either in combination or singular time, the mind from the body in moments to establish a physical responsiveness when asking the body to submit its will in trust where the mind is in a deep relaxed state, while the physical tarries and complies with the sensory will responsively of the dommasterpleasers excellence when topping.
While our lifespan is the number of years we will live, our healthspan is the number of healthy years we will have and our sexspan is is the number of years we will continue to be healthy enough to continue having an active sex life.
A lighthearted reaction upon receiving disappointing news of some sort. Usually something that isn't a particularly a big deal, esp. when it primarily affects someone else - sort of a mild schadenfreude. Sometimes doubled or tripled, and possibly said in a sing-songy voice for added comedic effect to imitate a muted trumpet, which is how the meme originated.
You didn't get any napkins with your takeout pork fried rice? Womp womp.
A phenomenon in film/television series, most notably streaming series, where the main premise is drawn out to such a point that it takes an entire season or more to get the parts of the series the audience is actually interested in seeing.
For example, if a series is titled "Surf Dracula," a majority of viewers would tune in expecting to see Dracula surfing by the first or second episode. However, the entire first season would instead be tedious padding and backstory before finally ending with Dracula surfing in the last five minutes of the season finale.
I watched "Smallville" on Netflix the other day. Dude, it was ten seasons of filler before he finally flew! Major Surf Dracula Syndrome!
Finding your way back to the truth by fixing on one verified fact and working out from there, the way you navigate by the North Star when everything around you is spinning.
Rumours were flying everywhere, so she went northstarring — one checked fact at a time.