#+i am a hoe for nice shoes

[baekuras]

post tooth op: well my tounge is still numb (every.time.god damn it) but this was more relaxing than expected

[shawtuzi]

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ cw include: two bfs hehe, bratty black!reader, some serious edging, sorta sub!suguru….yeah ahem anyways, eren is mean, unprotected sex, creampie, a little use of a vibrator, rough sex andddd i think that’s about it///someone requested more bfs!eren x geto and who tf am i to deny them

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“i’m home!” suguru called out to his two lovers, kissing his teeth when he was met with silence. ‘probably taking a nap together’ he thought to himself as he tossed his keys in the dish, a loud clink! echoing throughout the apartment.

he kicked off his shoes and shrugged off his jacket, body immediately relaxing at the smell of toasted marshmallows and vanilla—a new candle scent you’ve recently become obsessed with. as geto made his way to your shared bedroom his brows scrunched together in worry—did he just hear you whimper?

now when suguru opened the door to your room he didn’t know what to expect, but he certainly didn’t expect was to see you, stark naked, the only item of clothing on you being eren’s belt that had your trembling hands secured against your back. eren, of course, is at the scene of the crime, the sleeves of his compression shirt pulled up to his elbows while he held a vibrator to your clit.

“oh good. you’re home,” eren yanked the wand away from your pussy, pinching your thigh when you whined in protest. he ran his thumb over the irritated skin, giving it a kiss before fully turning his attention to suguru. it made suguru’s stomach twist (in a good way) when eren smiled at him, emerald eyes holding nothing but love and adoration for the man before him.

“how was your day? how was work? i missed you,” eren stood up, walking over to suguru to take his jacket from him. eren was met with silence and chuckled, eyes flitting to your breathless figure on the bed.

suguru licked his lips, “it was fine. slow like, uh, like usual.” silence filled the air once more until your tiny, hoarse voice called out ‘suguuu’.

eren whipped his head towards you, eyes narrowing, “shut up. you don’t get to talk to sugu right now—not after how you acted today.” you huffed in defeat, burying your tear stained face in the fluffiness of your pillow. suguru bit his lips, hands itching to reach out and wipe your tears away n caress your body.

he was the softer one out of the two men—a certified pushover. all you had to do was bat your pretty lil lashes and say his name in that honey smooth voice and he was done for—knees buckling to give you anything your little heart desired. he was never one to punish, shit he can’t even scold you without feeling bad.

eren, however, felt that a little punishment never hurt nobody. if you got to mouthy you’d be met with a nice little swat on your ass or a stern talking to with your cheeks squished together, practically touching noses with eren as he scolded you. all this happens when suguru either isn’t around or looking bc lord knows the second he sees a pout forming on your lips he turns into captain save a hoe.

“what did she do?” suguru mumbled, running his hand over the petal soft skin of your ass. although he hated seeing your tear stained cheeks he couldn’t deny that you looked divine like this. you were ass up with a pillow under your tummy, your glistening pussy on perfect display for your boyfriends. the pillow was absolutely soaked, the soft cotton sticking lewdly to your folds.

eren sat on the bed, vibrator in hand, “tell him what you did baby.” you whined, ass wiggling when you felt the wand press against your clit. eren pressed the toy harder against your pussy, his patience with you wearing thinner by the minute. “i didn’t do nothin,” you huffed in defeat, looking up at suguru to give him your best doe eyes.

eren circled the wand around your clit, dick twitching when you began you hump against it. you felt the coil in your stomach get tighter and tighter but once again, for the umpteenth time, eren removed the vibrator, chuckling at your cries.

“let’s try that again, and be honest this time.”

eren swiped his thick fingers through your folds, collecting your essence before pushing his ring and middle finger in without warning.

suguru’s hands were clenched by his side, too horny to barely even breathe. he’d never seen this side of eren before and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on.

“i said i d-didn’t do anythinggg,” your feet kicked against the bed as eren’s fingers halted their movements. eren’s face was blank as he stared at you, the cogs turning in his head as to why you were being sooo fucking bratty. “i see…” he hummed, eyes flicking over to suguru, who was as still as a statue, then back to you.

“sugu i need you to do me a favor.”

“okay…?”

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“you ready to talk now? hm? ready to apologize for being a fucking brat all day?” eren raised a thick brow, the tiniest grin forming on his lips as the state you were in. your eyes were rolled into the back of your head, droll falling from your kiss neglected lips as suguru pounded your pussy from the back. you sucked in a breath when he hit a particularly deep spot, your pedicured toes curling in pleasure.

it took almost all your energy to give eren a firm, yet still weak ‘no’. you could see eren’s smile falter slightly, irritation swirling in his eyes at your stubbornness. he gently tapped suguru on his lower back, signaling for him to pull out.

suguru pulled out with a grunt, a shiny pearl of pre leaking from his tip and onto your ass. he rested his dick against your ass cheeks, teeth nibbling at his bottom lip at how soft you felt. eren felt for the man he really did, but you needed to learn, and what’s a better way to teach you a lesson than to edge you to tears??

“why are you being so defiant hm? you don’t like me anymore?” eren asked, now sporting a fake pout on his lips. you shook your head repeatedly, a fresh batch of tears brimming your lash line, “of course i still *sniffle* like you eren. i love you.”

“then apologize.”

“no. *sniffle*

eren let out a noise of amusement, his fingers tapping on suguru’s back. you sighed dreamily when you felt sugu fill you up again, the veins on his dick rubbing deliciously against your walls. suguru pulled out almost halfway then thrusted back into you with a loud squelching sound following. as much as he was enjoying your punishment he kinda hated it as well because he himself was also being edged, and your baby suguru does not care for edging.

“you’re doing great sugu,” eren praised him, running his hand down suguru’s back. suguru grunted out a thank you, his hand finding purchase on the belt that was still binding your wrists as he fucked into you almost desperately.

“you do realize not only are you robbing yourself of cumming, you’re robbing suguru of his orgasm as well. that’s not very nice y/n, sugu is so good to you,” eren smirked when he saw that caught your attention. suddenly suguru gasped rather violently, his hips stuttering slightly. “s-she’s clenching around me so f—hucking hard ‘ren,” he could barely pull his hips back with the way your pussy was greedily pulling him back in.

you were such a little shit.

“s-sorry sugu,” you breathlessly giggled, pressing your ass against his pelvis, grinding harshly against him. suguru whimpered something along the lines of him being close to cumming but eren refused, telling him to fuck you faster, harder. although it brought frustrated tears to his eyes suguru did as he was told and fucked you so hard the headboard was surely going to leave a dent in the wall.

you silently screamed, your nails digging harshly into your palms. “please ere—”

“not until you say sorry.”

“i s-said no—”

“just say you’re fucking sorry y/n,” suguru growled, pushing your head roughly into the pillows. he was this close to cumming, and he’d be damned if he disobeyed eren. it was silent for a moment, the only thing being heard were the sloppy sounds of suguru blowing your back out. it wasn’t until you felt the rough pads of suguru’s fingers against your clit that you finally gave in, crying out ‘m’sorry renny!’ until you physically couldn’t.

“cum.”

you and suguru belted out pornographic moans in unison, hot white pleasure coursing through your veins. his sweaty forehead fell against your shoulder, his hips weakly grinding into your ass as he milked both his and your orgasm.

“looks like she’s still cumming, keep going sugu,” eren ordered, his eyes flicking between the two of you to gauge your blissed out faces. geto whimpered, but listened regardless, his hips settling for shallow thrusts as you rode out your long awaited orgasm.

after giving the two of you a few minutes to catch your breath eren undid the belt around your wrists, rubbing his thumbs over the sore skin. “now was that so hard?” he asked turning you over on your back. he spread your legs, eyeing the mouth watering mess between your legs. suguru was nuzzled into your side, his hand clutching onto your breast for comfort.

“don’t act up anymore y/n…don’ like punshin’ you,” suguru’s words were slurred as he drifted in and out of consciousness. eren cocked his eyebrow, “you hear him y/n? let’s not let this happen again.” you gave eren a weak nod, mewling when you felt his fingers swipe against your folds.

“you didn’t think we were done did you?” eren laughed, removing his shirt and tossing it aside. you ogled his naked chest of course, clit pulsing at how good he looked. eren removed his sweats and briefs in one go, his dick slapping against his abdomen. suguru said a silent prayer for you, because the way eren was looking at you like you were his prey?? oh nothing good could possibly come from that.

“you faced your punishment, now it’s time for your reward.”

it’s safe to say since that night you were careful with the way you pushed eren’s buttons.

[goose-duck]

Mandela Catalogue incorrect quotes 🌻

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Alternate Cesar: that's a nice heartbeat you have.

Mark: 😀

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Adam: do you have any chocolate? I lost all my things when I killed myself...

Thatcher: 🤨

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Evelin: what if you don't have a phone?

Adam: are you broke?

Evelin: I am not broke!!

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Adam: I'm a single sock 😔

Jonah: I'm a foot!!

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Intruder: the space hoe

Alternate Gabriel: excuse me?

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Sarah: *talking about Adam* you're worthy, you can do it, and then he couldn't fucking do it

Evelin: sounds like Adam

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Adam: I'm gonna blow it up

Jonah: we can't just blow shit up, you damn psycho!

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Adam: anyone ever tell you that you talk too much?

Jonah: no..?

Adam: well they should.

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Jonah: *trying to bond with Adam* I'm bonding with you!! Be my friend!!

Adam: *resisting friendship*

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Thatcher: where are my foot holders?

Ruth: what?? What's wrong with you..

Thatcher: shoes...i meant shoes...

Ruth: "foot holders" fucking dumb ass...

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Mark: why is the tap dripping?

Cesar: maybe you're making it nervous?

Mark: w-what?

Cesar: wait...no...

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Jonah: I'm holding all the hands

Sarah: is there a hand you haven't held?

Jonah: I don't think so

Sarah: you've even held Adam's hand..?

Jonah: mhm, he's really sweaty

Evelin: *loud laughter*

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alternate Gabriel: you need to focus on being happy, you look ugly like that

Dave: *frowns more*

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intruder: translate my words into actual words

Adam: ☹️

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Jonah: do you remember the last time you ate a baseball?

Adam: this is why I hate you.

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Thatcher: it's too early to create a new face of failure

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Alternate Ceser: I'm 99% gushers and 1% water

Mark: that explains some things...

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Intruder: I once ate poison ivy

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Adam: I used to lick batteries as a child...

Jonah: mmm, those are good...

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[mrchiipchrome]

I hate people who say ‘swearing doesn’t make you cooler it just makes you sound immature’ like bitch I don’t do it for you or to sound cool I do it bc I need to express myself in the way I fucking feel like. Do you expect me to say ‘holy moly I had a really bad lesson’??? Like ffs if I wanna tell my teacher that the lesson went like fucking shit then I should be able to without fucking criticism, I literally don’t even do it for anyone except myself so you can shut your fat ass up and keep failing everything you fucking piece of shit pick me ‘I’m so much better than everyone else because I don’t swear’ ass bitch. Like we’re not even friends so how can you fucking dare try to tell me what to do, unprovoked and unprompted, I don’t tell you to stop being so fucking stupid and yet you are, fucking no ass, no friends, no nothing ass person trying to make me be like her loser ass self like shut the fuck up and disappear not like you’d be missed by anyone you fucking worthless piece of human garbage. Instead of trying to tell me to check my language, try checking the door before you walk in the room you Oompa Loompa, 10000 kg, no sense of style, looking like you got dressed in the dark, paler than a fucking vampire, failure, no one likes you, no bitches, no future ass bitch. She honestly needs to check her superiority complex because she’s truly more pathetic than me trying to find a gf, I swear even if she was the last woman in the world not a single person would hit, looking like an iguana mixed with a trash can and lighter fluid, she looks like the melted version of wheelchair Barbie only if wheelchair Barbie was plus size Barbie, no eyebrows ass bitch, no eyelashes ass bitch, caca eyes ass bitch, shit stained face ass bitch, skid mark ass bitch, looking like her name is skidmore muncy, cankles having ass bitch. When I say that your standards would have to be in Dante’s 8th circle of hell to even look her way I am not fucking lying, her wannabe goody two shoes ass persona is so fucking annoying I swear it makes me want to rip my ears and eyes out the second I hear and see her, and don’t even get me started on her fucking voice that sounds like a giraffes shit hitting your head whilst someone plays an out of tune piano and drags their nails over a chalkboard. Her entire being is like a a cancerous cell, I swear that she’s a failed fucking abortion because there is genuinely no way anyone would willingly give birth to that creature, someone had to have a gun to her mothers head all throughout labour to keep her pushing bc that child would never be born otherwise. I swear I couldn’t be paid to be that annoying ass bitches friend, it would make me even more suicidal than just hearing her from afar would. And she pretends that she’s so good just because she listens to girl in red like fucking congratulations you’re like 90 fucking percent of lesbians, no one cares about your fucking ass music taste because you’re not important, the world doesn’t stop spinning just because you’re listening to some stereotypical artist. I swear she’s like the hitler of the school, you always have to be so fucking politically correct when you’re even near her bc otherwise she’ll start her fucking crying again like shut the fuck up and get a personality. Literally the plain boiled chicken breast of the school, she doesn’t even realize that no one likes her, and that people are only remotely nice to her because they feel bad that she has the personality of a piece of coal, she’s more boring than the word boring. She’s a pimple on the day you take the school pictures, she’s an air bubble in your veins, she’s that fucking annoying ass hoe you never want to see but always do, she’s the paper McDonald’s toys, she’s a hole in the bottom of your shoe on a rainy day, she’s the ball that hits you in the face in PE, she’s everything i strive not to be both looks wise and personality wise because if I end up like her I would legit kill myself.

[ethanlandryshotwife]

Hello 😊 how are you?

I’ve been wondering please write Xavier x shy femreader who’s a normie and they’re dating. When every time she visit Xavier at the weathervane (I don’t drink coffee, I’m hot chocolate heavy on the whipped cream), her jock best friend along with his friends go with her bc they wanted to see Xavier being clingy lovey dovey towards her. Bonus: she & her friends are also friends with Eugene Ottinger & Wednesday Addams

𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐞-𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐓.

SUMMARY: Xavier and Y/n want their friends to meet, little do they know they all made a bet on who is the clingiest.

PAIRING: Xavier Thorpe x Reader

WARNING: grammar mistakes, Xavier being a clingy hoe.

A/n: I totally agree with the hot chocolate I don't like coffee because it doesn't taste right for some reason. Thank you for this request! if you have any more don't be afraid to share<3

Words:552

This is horribly written but anyways.

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Are you sure that your friends are okay, with me being a normie?

I text Xavier unsure about this whole thing. Me and Xavier wanted to meet each other's friends, but I am getting bad feelings about this. I hope everything goes smoothly.

Baby there is no need to be nervous they're going to love you

He replied in a matter of seconds:

Nevermore students usually hate norms because they hate them. I do not find harm to people who are different.

"Y/nnnn." A familiar voice sings from outside my room. "Are you ready?" Jaden asks me.

I have known Jaden since 1st grade. Some kids had snatched my animal crackers out of my hand, and Jaden took them back and pushed the kid onto the ground.

"Yeah, I guess,'' I answer, I grab my shoes from my shoe rack and I walk out of my room.

Once I enter the living room, I see my friends.

Tay, Jamie, & Hayden. I met all of them through Jaden. They're all like brothers to me.

They all wanted to meet Xavier to make sure 'He was right for me, ’ as they would put it.

“Hurry up we’re ready to meet your lover boy.” Jamie says. I blush at the fact that they call Xavier my lover boy.

"Let me put my shoes on." I say.

Jaden drives us to weathervane. The whole car ride was just them teasing me about Xavier.

We were the first to arrive. I picked up a booth close to the door. About two minutes later, Xavier and his friends walked through the door.

Xavier, Enid, Ajax, and Wednesdays walked toward the booth. "Hey, baby." Xavier said, then, leaning in and giving me a kiss.

Xavier slides next to me. His friends found places to sit. "Hi, I'm Enid nice to meet you!" A cheery blonde girl with pink and blue ends says, holding out her hand to shake.

"I'm Y/n." I say shaking her hand. Everyone then introduces themselves to one another.

"We've heard a lot about you." Ajax says from across the table: "A lot would be an understatement." Wednesday adds. Xavier goes red at the comment, and so do I.

The group then started talking about other things. Xavier slides his hand into mine. "I love you." he leans over and says into my ear, and I feel my face heat up.

"I love you too." I whisper into his ear. "Are you guys even listening?" Tay said, causing the whole table to look at me and Xavier.

"Me, Wednesday, Ajax, and Hayden clearly already won the bet, you guys might as well give up." Jaden says. "What I bet?'' I ask them.

Everyone's face panics except for me, Xavier, and Wednesday's natural glare.

''Idiot." Jamie says smacking the back of Jaden's head "What are you guys talking about?" Xavier asks.

"Jaden should be the one to tell them since he blabbed about it." Ajax says. "That's not fair!" Jaden whines as a two-year-old would. "Fuck! I'll do it!" Enid says rolling her eyes at the boys childist behavor.

"So basically everyone made a bet on who would be the clingiest." Enid explains.

"Anyways, I clearly one nothing new." Jaden says "You guys are so childish." I giggle.

"Who was the clingiest though?" Xavier asked

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[alyarotten]

kuwana x reader draft for the hoes @jichanxo

I SAW YOU TAGGED ME SO HERE U GO ! I’m kinda happy with this draft for now, there’s still more to come (hehe “come”). This is a chapter for this series of judgment x reader smut I'm writing and Kuwana's prompt is 'hate sex' because he's the worst

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You enter a dimly lit cheap hotel room, setting your shoes next to the door and hang your coat on a hook. A man behind you doing the same thing

“Cat got your tongue, kid?” he leans against the nearest wall 

“Shut up, I’m not a kid” you retort, clicking your tongue in annoyance

“You were acting all high and mighty, calling me an asshole in front of everyone at the bar but now you’re all quiet and blushing like a virgin at the thought of sex? Hilarious” his voice mocks your sudden stress. Sometimes his behavior makes it hard to believe he’s an adult, let alone older than you

“That’s because you ARE an asshole” your face is red, both in anger and shyness. You had nasty thoughts about the local handyman. You wanted to slap him around, make him beg for your touch, hold him by his throat as you ride him endlessly only to edge him for hours. You imagined what kinds of faces he’d make when he cums, after finally letting go of this cocky persona you despise. Those were fantasies going through your mind as you fingered yourself in your bed late at night, the handyman’s face never seeming to leave you alone “did you enjoy woo-ing all my friends with your stupid tricks?”

He scoffs at this

“You’re jealous Yagami and his clique are paying more attention to me than you? People your kind are called attention whores, sweetheart” he couldn’t be further from the truth. You hated his personality. You hated how smug he was about everything, how he sucked up to your friends and stole them from you

“Go die” you spat out, voice full of hatred. His smug expression twists into an angry one before walking up to you

“Watch your mouth, kid, before I shove my cock down your throat to shut you up myself” he whispers in your ear. His tone is almost scary and he’s gripping the back of your head at the scalp to pull you closer

“You really should be careful with what comes out of that mouth” he bites your lip then goes to trace his along your neck, nibbling wherever he could reach until he heard you whine when his teeth grazed a small spot right next to your jugular “good girl” he chuckles at your change of behavior

He sucks and bites the spot that made you rub your thighs together until the patch of skin turned red and adorned with teeth marks

“Did you let Yagami have you the way I am right now? I bet you let Kaito-san and Sugiura-kun fuck you, too” he swiftly unbuttons your blouse, going from marking you as his to  admiring your tits covered by the lacy bra you’re wearing. His left hand reaches behind your back and he pulls, twists then releases the hooks, unclasping it faster than anything you’ve ever seen “that’s why you were so mad about me stealing your spotlight?”

“S-shut the fuck up” you slide down the blouse and take off your bra, throwing them on a small chair next to you, only your skirt remaining. His hands travel across your body to unzip it, the fabric dropping on the floor and pooling at your feet 

Kuwana admires every inch of your body. Still standing, you lean on him and try to unzip his jacket. Your fingers slide the zipper down and you discover he’s built just like you imagined; a toned chest and arms. The black t-shirt he’s wearing underneath hugs his torso nicely, you’re pretty sure he did it on purpose to rile you up even further

“Like what you see?” he interrupts your daydreaming to snap you back to reality and you look up at him “you can stare but we don’t have all day, sweetheart”

“Yeah…” you trail your eyes from his chest to his crotch, and you notice a nice ridge lodged against his thigh. The sheer size made you gulp a little, trying to hide it to not blow his massive ego out of proportion 

“I’m not a museum, you know? You can touch” he smiles at your reaction. You forgot this is Kuwana we’re talking about. This man is too good at picking up your body language for some reason “you’re too predictable, Y/N, I like teasing you, knowing how you’d react”

“Take your shirt off” you huff

“What’s the magic word?” he teases, condescending

“Please” you hate yourself for replying to this request like a kid, that just proved he’s right, you’re will always be a kid in his eyes

“Good girl” he says, like an adult would tell a child. His teacher roots are far from gone, apparently

When he pats your head, something inside you snaps. He’s way too smug and arrogant for your taste, even more so when you two are alone. You grab him by the throat, squeezing a little and push him on the bed next to you. You straddle his lap and pin his wrists to each side of his head, using all your strength to keep him in place. You know he’s far stronger than you, and he could easily regain control if he wanted to, but he seems to have accepted his place for now, and that place is beneath you, to worship you like a servant worships his goddess. You kiss him, a little roughly then bite his lower lip which causes him to moan. That singular moan makes your head spin, and you bite his neck in a spot you’re certain would be hard to hide. Bite marks are now covering his neck, blue and red hues adorning his pale skin

You unzip his pants and shove them to his thighs, taking them off completely afterwards, leaving him in his boxers. You grab the hem of his black t-shirt and slide the fabric off him, almost like you wanted to rip it to shreds. Finally seeing Kuwana beneath you, devoid of any power wasn’t enough. You need more. You need to teach him a lesson for good. Your brows are furrowed, you’re focused on making him beg for your touch. You take one of his nipples and pinch it, slow and without much force to not hurt him. You feel his cock twitch against your crotch as you now pinch both nipples, adding more strength into it. He bites his lip and turns his head to the side to avoid your gaze

“Y/N- please…” he pleads, hoping you’d be merciful for once

“Shut up” you reply coldly “you’re here for my pleasure only, Jin”

Once you teased him enough, you lift your hips up and remove your panties, moving your heat closer to his face

“You’re gonna eat me out, handyman. You better make me cum or I’ll edge you for hours until you pass out” you grab him by his short locks “got it?”

He nods twice and you align your pussy with his hungering mouth. He licks his lips and dives in, his tongue flat as he licks from your entrance to your clit. You threw your head back and closed your eyes, focusing on getting off. 

[archivalofsins]

Gonna be real, and it may seem hypocritical to some folks.

People who try to speak for everyone are kind of annoying. The types who are just so committed to their way of seeing things that they're like everyone should do things this way. It would just work if everyone just behaved this way and end up falling into black and white thinking. Putting people into camps of right and wrong. Then creating rule books on how to treat certain things or people.

That they then frame as common sense advice on how to engage with things. It just comes off conscending and full of oneself. It feels deeply rooted in this hollow idea that no one is different from I am. So, of course, this will work. This is what I want so everyone else will, too. Like I didn't start writing about Milgram because I thought anyone would agree with me or I wanted to be right/prove myself right. I did it because I wanted to talk about something I enjoyed.

Not to win some imaginary debate. A lot of the ways people talk about anything these days is to just win that imagined debate. To shoe I'm a good person, I'm a civil person, I'm a progressive person, I know how to treat marginalized individuals amd am a safe space for them. Yet people like that are usually the unsafest. They usually have this narrow idea of what a marginalized looks like and it's usually conveniently framed as someone beneath them in every way.

An individual who they can speak over, white knight for but never really have to take seriously. If they start advocating for themselves or disagreeing with what they're saying they're suddenly stripped pf marginalized status. They aren't the sort of person they're making a safe space for anymore. They got uppity when they should've have just shut up and let the people who know better protect them.

I've experienced it a lot this sort.of mindset it's the same one that makes it easy for cops to turn a black person from the person who called them to a threat. The same one that makes people look at the person who was attacked as the aggressor. It's in every if you didn't want that to happen you shouldn't have talked back, you shouldn't have been combative, you shouldn't have been hostile, you shouldn't have done anything or vocalized an opinion in the slightest.

Just let the people who know better tell others how to treat you. Just let the people who have told everyone how you should be treated all your life keep telling people how to treat you. It's easy to see as a black woman because that's mostly all of life for a black woman. Having a lot of people who claim they no better telling people how to treat you and as soon as you say well actually I'd like you to ask me how I'd want to be treated being laughed at, actively harrassed, or told you aren't black enough to be able to contribute to that conversation.

A lot of the ways people talk about issues online is similar to that. It's not different or more progressive it's the same slop where someone is trying to dominate the conversation on how marginalized individuals should be treated. They try to create cheat sheets or checklists for people to try out on their resident marginalized test subject. Something that feels gross, annoying, and no different from anything from the past to me.

That's why I tend to be rather antisocial in online settings. One of the things getting into Milgram made me acutely aware of is hoe this mindset continues to be applied in concersations around mental health in online circles. At my kindest I'd describe conversations regarding mental health online as presumptuous and downright displays of self-centered indifference at my worst.

Where people literally just say stuff that has only ever worked for them or would be nice for them but would actually make me want to drop kick a mother fucker into the ground if done to me. Then, in response to criticism of said points, will more than likely go,

"Well, has anyone considered it wasn't referring to everyone. Maybe this person doesn't even have x or it's less severe for them than others. I was talking to soecific people not everyone."

I believe the phrase some may be looking for is in my experience, from my perspective, or any variation. They all go a long way. Mostly people who phrase things in that fashion aren't talking for everyone or even attempting to. They're trying to illustrate something that they believe would be helpful for others because it helped them. They're just expressing that in an overheneralized sometimes inflamatory manner because thats what gets attention.

Because that's what people pay attention to. Everyone wants a short cut for communicating with others who may think in ways different from theirselves. Yet, communicating isn't meant to be easy. Sometimes a person is going to have to do heavy lifting and mess up to get it right.

Sometimes, there's no convenient article that will lay out how to talk to the neurodivergent people in ones life or any particular individual who deviates from what is considered the societal norm where they are. There isn't supposed to be sometime the only way to properly communicate with someone is to just straightforwardly do that eye to eye or on an even level. No bullshit or gimmicks.

The only thing trying to create a one size fits all solution does is exclude the people that size ends up not fitting. It further divides and isolates marginalized individuals from community and creates unwarranted scrutiny when that advice doesn't work. It makes people once again question if that person is really what they are because if they were, then that would have helped, right?

It makes people more comfortable with pushing through on their own because no one ekse will understand. It becomes easy to go, "I'm fine with living in ambiguity if it means I don't have to affiliate myself with people like that." Or "I dont do x so I definitely can't be y."

That's the price of presenting things as monoliths. It becomes less about helping all people and more about helping certain types of people.

Then the most wild thing is how easy it becomes for the people who need the most help to not bother with seeking it out. For them to stop caring people or groups consecutively portray the things that impact them as monoliths that only work one way. It becomes easy because those people are already used to being overlooked, systems failing them, and being excluded.

So it's easier to just go, closed minded doesn't even cut it. We might as well start calling some people's brains Fort Knox because nothing is getting in there. Or not bothering saying anything at all. Because it's not like anything is going to change if one does. This is pretty much what Yuno's mindset in her second interrogation feels like to me.

It's frustration in k owing that regardless of what you say you won't be heard because everyone around you thinks they know more about you than you do. It was.impressive how it embodied that feeling.

[myrammmortal]

Chapter 39.5, it was fun while it lasted

AN: stfu prepz git a lif!111111 U SUCK!11 oh and form now on il be in vocation in englind until lik august so I wont be able 2 update 4 a while, lolz. fangz 2 evry1 hu revoiwed expect da prepz hu flamed FOK U!1 MCR RULEZ 666!111

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I woke up in da Norse’s offace on a special gothik bed. Hairgrid wuz in da bed opposite me in a comma coz Vampir and Richard had bet him up. Mr. Noris was cleaning the room. Which was very impressive for a cat.

“Oh mi satan wut happened!” I screamed. Suddenly Volxemort came. He loked less mean then usual.

“Get the fuk out u fucking bastard!11” I yielded.

“Thou hath nut killd Vampire yet!11” he said arngrily. Sudenly he started 2 cry tearz of blood al selective.

“Volxemort? OMFG what’s wrong!111” I asked.

Sudenly………. Lucian, Profesor Sinister and Serious came! Frau Schneider and Vampire were wif dem. Every1 was holding blak boxez. VOLXEMORT DISAPAERD.

“OMFG Paul Darkness Shadow Raven Buttface McGee Landers ur alive!111” Scremed Vampire. I hugged him and Frau Schneider.

“What the fuk happened?” I asked dem. “Oh my satan!11 Am I lik dead now?” I gosped.

“Paul Darkness Omnipotentia Landers u were totally shot!11” said Serious. “But da ballet could not kill u since u were form anodder time. And vampires can only be killed by steaks and not bullets. Bet you forgot about that one huh?”

“But fangz anyway!1” said Lucian holding oot his arm. I gasped. He had two arms!

“OMG I cant beleve Vampirz’ dad shot u!1” I gasped.

“Well 2 be honest Snap wuz pozzesd by Snap bak den.” said James.

“Yah he wuz a spy and posessed by himself somehow. That probably explains why there are sometimes two of him.” Serious said sadly. “He wuz really a Death Dealer.”

“And he wuz such a fuking poser 2!11” said Lucian. “He didn’t even realy no hu GC were until I told him.” Well anyway everyone tarted 2 give me presents. I was opening a blak box wif red 666s (there wuz a dvd of corps bride in it) on it when I gasped. Mr. Noris looked up angrily coz he h8ed gothz.

“You didn't give me a chance to explain yet but there aren't two Snapes. One of them is the good one called Flake and the evil one is his evil twin! But anyway... Hey haz aneone fuking seen Richard?” I asked gothikally.

“No Richard told me he wood be watching Hoes of Wax.” said Profesor Trevolry. “He duzzn’t know dat ur better. Anyway da norse said u could get up. Cum on!1”

I got up suicidally. Lucian, Serious and Profesor Sinister left. I wuz wearing a blak leather nightgun. Under that I had on a sexxy blak leather bra trimed wif blak lace, with a matching thong that said goffik dumbass on the butt and sexy fishnetz that kind hooked on 2 my thong (if u don’t get da idea massage me ill tell u). I put on a blak fishnet top under a blak MCR t-shirt, a blak leather mini with blak lace and congress shoes. I left the hospital’s wings wif Frau Schneider, Willow and Vampire.

“OMFG letz celebrate!11” gasped Willow.

“We can go c Hose of Wax wif Richard!1” giggled Vampire.

“Letz go lizzen 2 GC and kut ourselvz 666!11” said Frau Schneider. We opened da conmen room door sexily. And den………..I gasped……………………………………… Richard wuz there doing it wif Flake!1111111111111111111111111 He wuz wearing a blak tshirt wif 666 on da front and baggy jeanz.

“U fucking prep!11” we all yielded angrily.

“Yah u betrayed us!111” shooted Vampire angrily as he took out his blak gun.

“No u don’t understand!1” screamed Richard sadly as he took his thingie out of Flake. "He's the nice one and I was bored!"

“No shit u fuking suk u preppy bastard!111” said Willow trying 2 attak him (u rok girl!1). I ran suicidally to my room I sexily took a steak out.

“Paul Darkness Alzheimer Birdflu Landers no!11111” screamed Draco but it wuz 2 l8 I had slit muh ritsts wif it suddenly everyfing went blak again.

I guess steaks are very sharp and dangerous. So be very careful if you're preparing dinner. Just remember: Steak with the S for sharp. Knife with the K for K to handle in unsafe ways.

[superpeanutgarden]

Night Blogging

okay, *technically* I'm not using the term right. It's an old phrase from before we called it Shitposting- we blamed all the weird stuff on sleep deprivation and Australians lmao

But it's night, and I'm blogging, so here we are.

so if you've read my other long posts, you'll know I'm in multiple open polyamorous relationships... and that I'm having what one might call "a hoe phase" and an accompanying crisis about if I still have worth if I'm a slut.

Well now im having a whole different (but still slut-adjacent) crisis. Do I even know what romance is????

This didnt come out of nowhere. My girlfriend mentioned that I was dating around as though I was single several months ago. And today she- wisely- brought up that i am at risk of girl bossing too close to the sun. and I had already been thinking about how my sibling had said that our parents didnt really model romance for us, and that we were told that romantic love is just kissing your best friend. And to be clear: I TOTALLY am. I'm not lonely or touch starved or sad or maidenless (or lad-less) in any sense of the imagination.

So... why am I still pursuing people??

The tree i can understand. He's a fun fuck, and he travels the renfaire circuit so I wont see him all the time. No chance of a solid relationship, just a fun easy breezy fling.

The lookout? Similar thing. Super fun to make out with and fine as HELL, but he lives like three hours away and doesnt seem interested in going steady. I can work with that

Max is PolySaturared and we just make out when I'm over for house parties, which isnt as often as I'd like but I'm desperately trying not to have too much of a crush on him (or his wife... or his girlfriend... or his other partner) so it's fine (jesus, maybe I'm not Ace, maybe I am just autistic)

Theres my good ex and my middle school bestie, but they're hella busy and our schedules havent really lined up. Disappointing, but acceptable.

The thing these people have in common is that they are almost entirely unavailable for me to date!! Until literally a month ago I was under the impression that I was just chasing the dopamine of New relationship Energy with ethically renewable sources and I could get my cozy domestic stability from my lovely girlfriends and partner...

And then trumpet guy and I made out at one of Max's house parties.... and Then I went on two dates with The Goblin King after making out with him and the Tree at the same time on NYE. And like??? It's so weird to say that I dont think either of them are stupid hot???? (But only one of the three people I'm dating is Stupid Hot, so there is precedent but?) It feels kinda weird and disingenuous to want to spend more time with these people who I'm not crushing on

And yet im Quickly falling head over clown shoes for trumpet guy. He's cute and fun and he asked me out on a date to dress way fancy and get sushi and go see a musical and???? I had just been telling a classmate that I didnt feel like I had been properly romanced since high school and?????? While I'm an impatient slut, it feels nice to be pursued.

The goblin king is really fucking sweet, and he's got really nice hair, but I'll wait to try talking myself out of liking him until after our next date... (too late, cant unthink that. I'll bring it up in person. He's really cool and I do want to still be his friend, but we both live with parents who would NOT get it so that kinda makes it hard to have solo couple time... or any couple time. It's not like I have to make a choice anytime soon but the dude deserves to know that I'm not sure if there's anything for us beyond friendship and the occasional kiss. Heck, we've only made out the one time and not even just us.)

Anyway, what's tumblr for other than an online diary??

[sunandflame]

Sunny my love♥️♥️♥️

Congratulations on 550! You deserve the recognition and love for all the heart throbs and angst you give us😘🤣

Question time feat. my weird taste lol

1. What’s your favorite snack? Let’s do Salty and Sweet in case you find yourself at a stand still.

2. Do you put on one shoe, tie the laces, and then repeat with the other shoe or do you put both shoes on, and then tie the laces of each shoe?

3. A talking magical cat approaches you, and tells you that you’re the key to saving humanity: do you…?

A). Let the magic kitty give you special powers to become a magical girl but the obligations are highly suspicious.

B). Use the magic kitty to conquer the world but become a villain in which the world will eventually have killed (undefined rule time).

C). Kill it. Burn it with fire or smash it to death, but it needs to go. It will put up a fight.

YAN MY BABYGURL THANK YOU SO MUCH and I am so sorry for the pain and traumas I gave you all through my writing I can't promise that I am gonna stop with it🙈

1. I am a weak hoe for salty things! No, I am not talking about cum (tho that is nice too), but I fucking love chips. Especially with paprika flavour that is very common in my country.

2. EEEHM! I kinda do both! I really needed to think back how I am tying my shoes because this is such an automatic process in my life. But it depends on if I wanna try on the shoe or just going quickly out. If I am in rush then I can be really chaotic who puts the shoes on and ties the laces in the elevator. For trying I finish with one shoe, look in the mirror and then decide to put the other one. Maybe even asking Mr Sun (my husband) for his opinion.

3a) Gimme the powers you magical sweet pussycat.

[xatkhe]

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1.

I wake up every day with the knowledge that the only truly moral move I have to take is to become a domestic terrorist.

I spent most of my summer sitting in the heat and running moral calculus on whether or not it is okay for me to turn on the air conditioner. I have been thinking endlessly about how electricity consumption is going to boom across the Third World as air conditioning becomes necessary in the next century and beyond and how that is likely to feed itself further and what an American Life means exported to the entire world. I go on walks in the cemetery and I look at the deer and I listen to the immense rumble of the HVAC of the children's hospital echoing against the hills and I wonder which year will be the last one that I see them prance over graves. Everything ahead is survivable if we start acting now, but are we? Will we?

Videos of dead children and knowing that I'm not doing enough and knowing that I'm somehow doing more than most and videos of dead children and videos of dead adults.

The present moment is a test, and we're failing it like we've failed every moment before. Americans are uniquely poisoned in their faith that having the right opinions means literally anything at all. I want movement. Action change dreaming growth, an open door - I have been getting claustrophobic lately, especially when I smoke, even outdoors. I think about the heat and pressure and proximity, crammed into a jail cell or a train car or a bus, unable to escape things touching me, my skin touching my muscles touching my bone, the death of escape.

I don't think I'm supposed to feel this trapped in my own body nearly eight years on HRT.

Is this sustainable? Is this moral? Is this sustainable, is this moral - this mix, this computer, this software, these synthesizers? - I've been wearing shoes with holes in them for over a year and that is certainly my moral OCD personified (christ this entire screed certainly is but man look at where we live and how we live and what is done so that we can do this and tell me we shouldn't all be a little more OCD about our position in the world, for fuck's sake), but the frequency with which I see "you are allowed to want nice things" repeated and sloganized and embodied makes me nauseous with the desperate expanse of absolution it encapsulates. What nice things and how much and to what ends - I am anti-"let people enjoy things" and could write an essay on how vacuous of a statement it is - this laptop was $600; the combined synthesizers, just under a thousand and that's only because I got them all used and one of them for free. Who could that have fed? - who could my fucking tuition (for a bullshit comp sci degree at a rich kid school whose only application is evil military shit or evil finance shit or evil big tech shit) have fed?

I think about every time I told a homeless person that I didn't have any change (which is usually true) instead of taking five minutes to buy them some food from a corner store; doing some vulgar karmatics with all the times I have I think I tend to land net positive, but then I remember, I'm an American, there is blood on my hands, there is blood on your hands, there is blood rising up from the keys that I'm typing on, there is blood pooling at my feet and in the soil and in my veins like so much microplastic, and I think I've started so far in the negative that all I can do is desperately try to crawl my way towards zero.

"Not being bad" is not "being good."

I started believing in hell on Friday and while I can't find room for the idea of eternal damnation within my conception of God, there is plenty in each of us that will need to be burned away before passing on to whatever's next; I have never directly ended the life of a child, but I have not done enough to prevent the infanticide that lies downstream of gas being $3.75 a gallon. Even while I try to balance the debt, I find comfort in awaiting my own accounting.

I think I need to stop smoking and go plant some flowers in the vacant lot on my street. I will not feel good until I see the White House on fire.

A better world is possible but no one else will build it for us or me or you.

2.

I've been thinking lately of entities, objects, concepts, ideas, being not split or located among a binary spectrum between Reality and Fiction, with Lies being located between the two, but instead located within a triangle of Reality, Fiction, and Magic. This has the effect of situating Magic directly opposite Lies, which provides an easy negative definition of Magic. You could, in fact, redraw the triangle as two parallel and exclusive spectrums:

Magic is the thing that is neither exclusively Reality or Fiction, nor is it a Lie. If it is not a Lie, then, it follows that it must be a Truth, but not in the same way that Reality or Fiction are alone. In this parallel configuration, the intermingling of both is considered to not destroy the truth of either but to instead transcend it - much as Lie transcends truth in one sense, Magic transcends it as its opposite.

To return to the triangle: the midpoints between the three poles then become Lies, between Reality and Fiction; Imagination, between Fiction and Magic - that which is emphatically not Reality, but contains some element of reference to its form of truth through connection to Magic; and Faith, between Magic and Reality. Magic can be understood as a derivative of Faith and Imagination just as much as it could be their antecedents. To complete the hex fusion, what lies at the center of Faith, Imagination, and Lies -----?????--------?---?-----? I don't know like God? THE MYSTERY? It feels tryhard to even write this. It seemed less so before I smoked.

I had what I'm choosing to regard as a spiritual experience in April. It lasted maybe three weeks, with a peak of about a week and a sudden, sharp fall off at the end. All of this made even more sense then. Everything made sense, even what didn't, and I felt Possibility and Magic - partial synonyms - more deeply than I ever have before. Desire, above all, was suddenly true - counter to an entire life of constraining myself and what I want within the boundaries of what is expected of me and what is okay to want, the world opened up. My sister gave me a locket with a rabbit engraved on it for Christmas and inside is a bent embroidery needle. I held it and I could see the million potentialities of Mes I could be stretching before me and all of them felt like they could've been real. Life felt worth living for it's own sake, not just out of duty to my loved ones. I woke up happy to be alive. I dreamt of the future. It was nauseating and terrifying and demanded the world of me and I have despaired deeply of ever experiencing it again, and I have come to realize that my inability to identify and name it to anyone but myself - to acceed to its demands - is part of why it left. I hope that when it comes again, I'll be better equipped to shelter it. But it's been a long time, and my apostasy often feels coldly inescapable. I still flinch every time I try to open that door again.

3.

4.

I have no idea how to thread the needle of desire and duty. I do not know where loving yourself ends and wallowing in yourself begins. I do not know where wallowing in yourself ends and autodevotion begins. I do not know where autodevotion ends and devotion to the world begins. I think that there is some degree to which none of these things are fully inextricable from each other - I think that maybe they're mutually supportive - I think that loving other people requires you to first love yourself and that loving yourself first requires you to love other people - I think that my flinching away from desire is downstream of this country and its culture being based on and within puritanism - I think that my flinching away from duty is downstream of this country and its culture being based on and within individualism and atomized pursuit of self-interest at the expense of everything else.

<redacted: like a week.>

5.

there is no future that looks like This. there is no future that looks like industry and consumption and data centers and modernity. ted k was right!!! a mode of government that produces genocide demands its destruction, and a mode of living that produces ecocide demands the same. no amount of solar and wind and wave and nuclear can change the fact that the future WILL NOT and CANNOT be eco-modernism cyberpunk disposable food grown on the other side of the world hi tech extractivism productivism laptops smartphones synthetics streaming virtual reality artificial intelligence gaming vsts graphics cards; the only question is if that'll be because we've built something better or killed ourselves off in the process. i don't want to live in the world where i watch the latter.

6.

i hate this because i want to do nothing but make my music - i played live for the first time last month and it was incredibly wonderful and affirming but is that compatible with Something Better??? is it REALLY?????? no vibes, fuck off - is it really? - is any of this? writing this is the first time i've opened my laptop in like a week and the heat pouring off of it is making me sick. maybe the answer is only hardware but can we square that anti-extractivism??? maybe we just never make synths again - and what i have now is what i have, that's it, forever, if it dies it dies. maybe the music im sitting on right now is the last stuff i ever release. maybe the ephemerality of what i write or perform in the moment is what makes it beautiful. maybe the only writing or art i ever do is pen/cil on paper in notebooks that only ever get shown to whoever asks. maybe, maybe, maybe.

7.

Oh, I want to play. I want to PLAY!!!!!!!!!!! I want to play, I want to dance in my little worlds and fuck in the street and bathe in the cool grass and love reflection again, I want to know myself, I want to feel the divine spark, I want to touch myself and touch my Self and feel how nothing it all is - ! I want, I want, I want. Everything feels real. Nothing feels real. Jokes about the Demiurge are not quite just jokes anymore. The magic will come back, the Frenzy will return, the sister of my soul will speak to me again if I only let myself want her to!!, but!!!; what I also want is, still, the white house in flames, the steps of the capitol bathed in the blood of world-killers, and faith that there will still be a world in five, ten, fifteen years, on the other side of groundwater depletion, topsoil annihilation, 3-then-5-then-8-celcius and the dozen tipping points along the way and the DNC's tools of massacre aimed at the border should anyone come seeking shelter or revenge (either of course more than justified). Always always always always the question is if and how I can get both - does the Revolution need another unstable tranny choosing to lean harder into the glimmers of unreality that dodge at the corner of my vision, words whispered in my ears at the rising and setting horizons of sleep, mirror waiting for me to laugh first? Would dropping in or dropping out be a grain of sand missing from the shore or the straw breaking the back of civilization? Is autolumpenization revolutionary or just bourgeois ideology bubbling up from my veins to keep me from being bored knocking on doors for like PSL or something?? Or are either eclipsing the awful truth that the only people of real courage in the moment are willing to kill and die for a better world most of us don't dare to really really REALLY REALLY REALLY dream of????

I overestimate my own importance for sure - but, well, someone has to.

8.

Risk is necessary - safety is a curse - we are either going to live ourselves to death or die our way to life - AND WE ARE ALL ALREADY DEAD -

life is waiting to be built.

[theloniousbach]

TRIOS AT MEZZROW’S, VOL Who Knows?

ALAN BROADBENT with Harvie S and Billy Mintz, 13 MAY 2024, 9 pm set

JAMALE DAVIS with Mferghu and Anwar Marshall, 14 MAY 2024, 7:30 pm set

The original plan was to see either ALAN BROADBENT or Ari Hoenig in real time Monday night and catch the other on YouTube the next day. Both are reliable favorites, but I chose Broadbent as he not only doesn’t require earphones, he is acceptable in the home. But Hoeing wasn’t there the next day. JAMALE DAVIS is a bassist who soloes using his bow on every tune. He could have fit my non-pianist leader examination (as would have Hoenig), though Broadbent was also part of that as, call it, a control.

He was as expected/needed to be, both reliable and inventive. The book is familiar, though Carl Fischer’s The Wind and The Rain in Your Hair seemed to be new and Gigi Gryce’s Minority, bright and fresh, is pretty new and a treat. Opening with Au Privave and having My Little Suede Shoes as a second Parker later in the set happens often enough. The latter had a Latin feel and was a moment for Billy Mintz, though, with whatever mix of affection and edge, he was called “the dynamic Billy Mintz.” Well, he is dynamic, but only sort of; what he is is minimalist to the point of being Zen like. It’s a treat to see all of them. And on the leadership question, they play in a delicate balance that is altered when Don Falzone fills in for Harvie S or when Roberta Piket is the pianist.

I expected something far more out there from JAMALE DAVIS and he/they pushed a different envelope, but it was all nicely grounded. For example, All The Things You Are backed into the theme after an exploration and Mferghu called it All the Things I Ain’t and I Remember April was slowed down because Davis likes to dig into the changes and “I solo too much.” The feel was of the Mary Lou Williams line and the likes of Monk, Herbie Nichols, Elmo Hope, Sonny Clark. I am not tracing any particular one of them, rather, again, a feel, an approach, a sense of risk and experiment. Mferghu’s work stood out—accomplishing much with a spare touch. Anwar Marshall was crisp and smart as I remember him. Davis’ playing is solid with his “arcolicious” (an audience member’s term) solos being distinctive. And, yet, beyond the piano work, he clearly shaped this overall band approach.

Mferghu had a nice, impressionistic solo piece as Davis excused himself for a moment. Of course that happens, but rarely enough to be surprised, in retrospect, that it doesn’t happen more often. Maybe horn players do step away and we don’t know about it, but if you’re in the rhythm section, it’s noticeable.

[risingsuntaurus]

i stay to myself majority of the time. i don’t have a shoulder i can lean on. Got a few people i’m putting my trust into. I only have me And My Babygirl right now Universe but don’t feel sorry for me.

In reality I get treated like and talked about like a dog.

No help. people abuse me in all Ways. i know people tend to see me not for who i am but for who they want me to be.

Im afraid to Get people close to me. not me getting close to them.

i’m happy for My Birth and The Birth of my daughter. ugh how did i do it? 😇😂

Nobody will never Respect me bc they act like Sour candy…sour sweet then They Gone.

Music is my Defense when i’m Upset or i can feel myself getting angry at the the things i tend to go through on a daily basis here.

As nice as i have been to other people they can’t seem to leave me alone. I had a few hoes lie or come up with a lie just to get to me in some form or fashion.

i became cold hearted

my heart broke when i was 5/6 yrs old

I was abandoned at birth.

i made sure my daughter knew she had me beside her. i made sure she knew she had somebody There for her since i had nobody.

she got herself though my lil soldier 🖤

Hopefully one day i will move on from my scars and pain that i’ve held in

hopefully one day somebody will put themselves in my shoe and try to tie it.

I cant die. i won’t die. i won’t leave.

i won’t Keep letting these demons Come around me saying negative things

God protect me and mine from all harm that may try to come our way.

Universe Lead us safely

may i have my family in a new home in a new whip in a new environment 😇🙌🏾

the fact that people been putting my life in danger way more than i ever could have

the fact that i’m trying to find better and do better and think better and live better with all the trauma i haven’t healed from.

i’m always up waiting for a mfer to tell me some shit ion wanna hear

i’m always wondering how i’m finna better myself for the day and the next

i’m tired of talking to those that really don’t give two pennie’s if i was at my last dollar.

i’m moving on from all the ones who like to disrespect me and think it’s cool

i’m definitely Trying to Find my star 💫

trying to see how i’m really suppose to be living

i’m not a bank so money is a issue.

[bono-aesthetic]

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SANRIO GIRL

by; b.k.

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you grab your white leg warmers and put them on top of the thigh-high white socks, layering them on top. your eyes scanned around the room- looking for your black Maryjane shoes and when your eyes finally spotted them you made sure to quickly grab them and after putting them on you immediately went in front of your mirror to check out how you look and deeming the fit perfect, you were about to go and walk towards the door of your room when suddenly your flip phone started to ring

'RINGGG!!' looking at the caller and seeing your friend's name you immediately picked it up without hesitation.

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'hey girly, are ya ready to go now? I've been outside your house for like- I don't know, maybe hoursss?' the high-pitched voice of your friend rang in your ears, you can also practically hear her chewing gum.

'well I gotta make sure I look cute! we're going to a live concert of pretty boys and I wanna make sure I at least make one of 'em stare at me! and also stop chewing gum so loud you hoe. I can practically hear your teeth clashing against each other through the phone.' you said with a cheery voice at the start of your sentence but grumbled at the end of the words you said under your breath.

'okay boo, whatever you say and you always look cute with whatever you wear so don't worry about your fit and get yo ass out already!' your friend softly yelled at you as you looked out your window and as you predicted- there she was waving her hands in the air frantically with her holding her phone on one of her hands.

'okay, okay, fine. I'm gonna go out the door now so wait for me.' —☎️

you took her humming as a response and ended the call as you rushed down the stairs of your house and quickly opened and shut your door closed, not forgetting to lock it of course.

"ayeee! you looking real cute girly!" your friend said as she whistled exaggeratingly "I know I do." you covered your mouth as you let out a muffled chuckle and quickly got on the passenger seat next to your friend, adjusting your sitting position to be a little bit more comfy

"soo... you got all dressed up to get that emo guy's attention, huh?" your friend's eyebrows moved up and down as she looked at you with a smirk and a teasing look in her eyes "So what If I am? The guy looks really cute and not to mention his personality" you said with a dreamy tone and a sigh

"do you think I have a chance to score a date? Bill isn't really known as the type of guy to go out on dates with random girls.." the car started moving forward as you check if you're safely buckled in, which you are.

"Well hon, I'm gonna be honest with you. It'll be a 50/50." your friend made a sharp turn as your body moved sideways "Why do you think so?" you asked as your brows furrowed together.

"the guy might not be into people with cutesy styles and there's also a possible chance that he'll like you because you're cute, not to mention your personality that I wouldn't call nice or bad." your friend was now currently chewing on a new gum annoyingly.

"I just hope he'll spare a glance at me and that's enough to let me know that my outfit is eye-catching" you sighed as you look out the car windows, your ears getting filled with the rock music currently being blasted on the car speaker.

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the both of you finally arrived at the concert and boy were there a lot of people all packed in one area. your eyes wander around the area and one thing for sure that you noticed was that most girls were practically wearing revealing clothes- and you don't mean short skirts or clothes like that, their tits can practically be seen through the fabric.

"Isn't sexual harassment a common thing that happens at concerts..?" you asked as your eyebrows furrowed the more you scanned each of the girl's outfits- I mean not that it wasn't fashionable! each of the girl's outfits looks really pretty and they pulled it off but you were worried for their safety, even though it's none of your business but still. 

"well, most people here are girls and I'm pretty sure the security here is strict." your friend replied as she shrugged her shoulder and munched on a energy bar "want some?" she offered but before you could say yes all the lights suddenly turned off and there was the sound of loud drums coming from the stage, smoke suddenly coming out of said stage and on cue, the girls around you started screaming and squealing like pigs on slaughter and honestly you can't blame them since you're literally too stunned to react.

holy shit are these boy band members so pretty.

your mouth was slightly opened and your friend was practically shaking you while screaming for the band guitarist's name but you were too focused on their singer. he looks so majestic. his beauty stunned you.

the said singer- bill, felt the pair of awestruck eyes on him and he couldn't help but look at where it was coming from and oh boy was he glad. his eyes made contact with yours and it felt as if something sparked at that moment- you were stunned by the male that was standing only a few feet apart from you, he was star strucked by you.

bill never saw someone look so adorable yet so cool at the same time and judging by your outfit and looks, you look like you're a nice person and he hopes you really are because he'll be very disappointed if he finds out you have the personality similar to a bratty child.

he continued singing but his gaze was solely fixed on you and only you.

he hopes that you won't mind hanging out with him for a few minutes after the concert.

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[dkookoo-fu]

The only hypebeasts that deserve rights

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