#; so far the police didn't crack the code

[distopea]

Vex business cards and prices are all over the red district. 

If you pay close attention to the walls in the city, especially around the red district, you can find Vex's offers and what he can do for the Black Market. 

If he uses the same symbol to be recognized (an eye), he adds different colors along with other shapes for people to find the proper transcription of that odd language. 

The purple eyes are related to the drug deals (but can't be seen in the cleaners' territory) : there would be other graffiti giving hints regarding the prices and products he sells around this area. 

Blue eyes are for the locations of underground scenes for illegal fights and bets. 

Red eyes are for the organ traffic, confirming the locations of several places and operating rooms he uses for his business. 

Yellow eyes are for hacking purposes, often paired with cyber coffee locations where he leaves some business cards there to be contacted anonymously. 

[uncookedfeeler]

Cok's adventure II 🐙

Giselle x You

Tags : 7k5, Idol Giselle, story, smut, creature kink, anal, creampie, oral, breed, domination, ...

Part 1 Part 3

As the night goes on, the sirens of police and emergency services are still ringing in the city, where journalists are now swarming around the building, trying to get as much information as possible. Giselle is waiting for her manager to arrive in a café a couple of blocks away. She's put her bags and package at her feet and is enjoying a vanilla cappuccino. She can hear the TV not far away, with a live report from a journalist covering the accident:

"This is Jin, a reporter for K-News." The mall just had its last customers leave. There was a loud noise nearby, and a huge cloud of smoke was still coming from the building. We don't have all the details yet, but we'll do our best to get them to you as soon as we can. We've been told that the emergency services are still refusing our interviews. Are they trying to cover something up? The journalist kept going with his report, even though she was there at the scene, the situation had happened so fast, and she didn't know any more than he did.

Giselle notices her phone is vibrating in her pocket. She checks her screen and sees several missed calls from Karina, plus a notification in their chat.

She knew she could count on her members when she got home, and they'd reached out with some comforting messages. However, her tough-girl image was starting to show some cracks. The day had been long and stressful, and she was feeling the effects. Giselle's mood has taken a bit of a turn for the worse. She used to enjoy her freedom and her little adventures on her own, but now she wishes she hadn't gone out today.

She looks relieved when she sees her manager come into the café. He comes over to get her bags, and Giselle, feeling a bit embarrassed, heads for the exit. She feels her manager's hand rubbing her back as a gesture of kindness.

The night is now more aggressive, sending waves of cold wind across the city and blowing Giselle's hair around. The cold air hits her face, still covered in makeup. She picked up the pace, eager to get to the car and find some shelter. She notices the lights on her manager's car are blinking, indicating it's unlocked. She puts her hand on the back door handle, tosses her purse into the middle seat, and gets in, fastening her seatbelt as she goes. She's eager to get home.

She hears the trunk open and her manager say, "Let me drop off your stuff, and we'll get going." "I'll be as quick as I can." The man's voice is reassuring. He puts the bags and package one behind the other, then runs over to the driver's seat.

You've been stuck in this black box for a while now, even though you can't see anything and your tentacles are all tangled up. You're calm and thinking about the best way to get out. You feel the vibrations of the ride and wait helplessly for what's to come.

The ride home is as quiet as a church. Giselle looks out the window and enjoys the light show. The manager, despite his best efforts, would rather focus on the road. He knows the member will find the right words. 

Once parked in the underground lot, the way to the dormitory is the same. Giselle leads the way, and her manager is busy with shopping. They get to a big white door. She opens the black box on the side, enters the 4-digit code, then closes it. You hear a small validation sound, and the lock releases. Giselle goes in first. She takes off her shoes, and her manager leaves her stuff at the entrance before heading back to the elevator. "Good night, Giselle. See you tomorrow. You've got the day off, so make the most of it!" he says after completing his mission. She quickly turns to thank him, a big smile on her face.

Now that she was barefoot, she put her shoes back where they belonged and opened the door to the main room. There she finds Karina sitting on the sofa and Ninging's body, clearly unconscious from exhaustion. The leader takes the initiative and comes to hug her, like a mother would comfort her child after a difficult event.

There's no need to say anything. Both women enjoy the moment of silence. Karina is relieved to see that her colleague is unharmed. Giselle is happy to be home. They spent a good two minutes rubbing each other's backs before they heard Winter come back from the doorway.

"The food is here!" the young girl announces, her hands full of plastic bags. She'd gone downstairs a while before Giselle got there to start cooking dinner. Karina and Winter get the food ready while Giselle takes her things back to her room. She quickly put her stuff away and went back to the living room. Ningning was brought back to life successfully when the young woman caught a smell of food filling her nostrils.

After dinner, the girls enjoyed the food and Giselle's spirits lifted for a moment. She was able to forget what had happened that day. It was well past midnight, and the girls were heading to their rooms to get some rest.

Speaking of privacy, when Giselle returns to her room, she decides to change into her pajamas. She removes her clothes, including her underwear, and puts on a long white t-shirt that reaches to her knees. Her two large mounds hug the shape of the clothing, and her anal plug is still firmly lodged in her small asshole. 

Now she turns her attention to the package that caused her so much trouble. She grabs the scissors on her desk and begins to open it with a vertical motion. As the employee said, the package has already been opened, so there are only a few pieces of tape holding it in place.

You've finally had a chance to see the light. The room is warm and bright, and the light hits your eyes. You catch a hint of a sweet smell as it wafts in towards your nostrils. You come face to face with a human with black hair, big brown eyes, and perfect skin. Her lips are painted a pretty pink, and her skin is white like the flash of a light. As soon as you lock eyes, you freeze, suddenly aware of where you are. It's likely that the Humans have already killed one of your own, and there's no reason to believe they won't do the same to you.

"Wow, so cute" Giselle says as she looks at you and quickly picks you up to put you on the ground keeping her eyes on you the whole time. She had a pretty good idea of what to expect from an octopus and never thought she'd get such a pretty toy. Octopuses aren't the most attractive creatures, but when she sees your little round head, black eyes, and mouth, she can't help but think of you as a little puppy.

She opens it by touching your tentacles. Much to her surprise, she feels your warmth in her hands. The gelatinous yet firm feeling is pretty addictive. She places her fingers on your suction cups and feels how strong they are. The pleasure of touching you now makes her feel good, so she puts her lips on your head, and you don't seem to mind. Instead, she follows up with a quick flick of her tongue, releasing a sweet but not unpleasant taste into her mouth. 

She starts by putting two of your tentacles in her mouth. The contact of her lips and tongue makes you quiver inside. The sensation of moisture at your tips is a pleasure you've never experienced before. Then you feel more tentacles on her warm body. Soon you're completely used by the human.

You're still immobile, and you're starting to worry about the attacks on your body. The fact that she's started putting her lips on you and even biting your head makes you think she's going to eat you. Then you feel your body being lifted and you land in a soft, comfortable place.

Giselle has taken the liberty of placing you on her bed. "I think it must be hidden over there," she says, peering between your tentacles. She notices a crack and gets really concerned. "What?" "I can't believe they sent me the female model!" She starts to touch your "bottom." 

"What on earth is this person doing? Why is she putting her hands so close to...?" 

Your excitement causes your penis to jerk out from between your tentacles. You feel vibrations running from the middle to the tip of your tentacles.

"Oh my, that looks so much like the real thing!" Giselle's eyes widen and she blushes. She's got the penis of a space creature in front of her, and she has no idea. She uses her hand as a measuring tool and assesses it with interest. "Oh my goodness!" "It's probably going to reach my uterus with ease."

Things have escalated quickly. Just a few moments ago, you thought you were in serious danger. Now, a human has just pulled your dick. You feel her breath on the tip. You're frozen in place, realizing what's going on. You don't see the human, but you get a few jolts and a sensation of moisture around your cock. It touches something that looks like a tentacle. It's itchy, and the heat and moisture of your cock make you feel warm and relaxed.

Giselle had taken your cock in her mouth without you noticing. She started with gentle kisses on the tip and then took the length into her mouth. Her tongue traced the length of your shaft, tasting the natural flavor of your arousal. Giselle gave it her all, already reaching for her pussy, naked as could be.

Giselle inserts a finger into her wet little hole and forces her ass to move her butt plug, determined to get her satisfaction. It's a great feeling to have both holes taken care of. She keeps going with your cock, and thick drops of saliva stick to it.

On the other hand, you found the pleasure increasingly difficult to bear. You never thought something like this could happen in your life. You felt the human's hands take your tentacles and wrap them in two spheres of flesh. She squeezes your tentacles with her hands, and you hear her moan. One of your tentacles is pulled to the ground before you feel a sticky warmth at the tip.

Giselle was letting off some steam after a long day. She'd wrapped her toy cock around both of her breasts. Her previous sucking had made the shaft quite slimy, which helped as she massaged the cock while licking the tip hungrily. One of the tentacles kept going into her pussy. She could feel the suction of the cups peeling her walls back, and a nasty stain had appeared on the floor. The room was getting warmer as Giselle pressed her breasts against your cock, making sure to put more saliva on your length. She dropped to her knees and jumped up a few times, feeling the tentacles breaking into her hungry little pink pussy.

The pleasure was overwhelming. You felt like you were floating on a cloud, and you released your cum without knowing where it would land. You automatically grabbed Giselle's head, pulling her closer. Your penis hit a wall that you couldn't identify. Giselle is taken aback when she suddenly sees the cock piercing her throat, her breasts squeezed between her and her toy, her pussy sweating warmly, leaving an incessant liquid on the floor. The pleasure is too sudden, and her body tenses before she drowns in her orgasm. She feels the spasms of her body travel as long as she is held by the creature.

You know you messed up. You've kept a poker face the whole time, but you can't help but feel pleasure. Once you've let go of the human's head, though your cock is still hard, you straighten up to face her.

Giselle was caught off guard by the taste and smell of the substance, and before she knew it, she'd swallowed some of it. She sensed that something was amiss. No toy is designed to trap its user in this way. She backed away from the bed, cum all over her face, and a feeling of dread hit her as she came into contact with her new "toy."

She was at a loss as to how to react. There was an octopus on her bed, standing upright with a terrified look on its face. The tentacles were almost touching her face, as if to protect themselves. She stood there for a few minutes, naked, her face covered in cum, her breasts reddened, and her pussy hot and lubricated. 

You're standing in front of the human, ready to defend yourself if you need to. You don't speak their language and you're not sure where you are. Your only option for survival is to escape, but you know you're trapped in this room without looking. Then, right in the middle of your confusion, the human reaches out to you. Her expression is firm but not threatening. If you were in her shoes, you'd probably use your advantage, but the human doesn't seem to be going down that route. You're not sure what her gesture means, but you extend one of your tentacles toward her and make contact, aware of the risks if she catches you.

(Yes this image exist for some reason)

Your eyes are still locked together. You can feel the softness of her hand on your tentacle, then she gently applies pressure to bind you, moving up and down. She smiles and lets go of your tentacle to come over to the bed. She's just a few inches away from you. Her body blocks the light from the ceiling. You slowly bring your tentacles towards you, being careful not to make any sudden movements.

She's trying to communicate. You hear her say "Gis-elle" while pointing at her face with her hand. This isn't the first time you've come across other species that can speak. You know that people have names, and through repeated movements and words, you've come to understand that her name is "Giselle." You also try to imitate Giselle's gestures: "Cok, cok, cok." You do this a few more times, pointing your tentacles at your face.

Giselle, on the other hand, quickly realized that your name was Cok. "What am I going to do with you now?" "You don't look like the octopus I see at the market sometimes, and the fact that you can talk doesn't make my job any easier." "You just played a dirty trick on me. My body is stained with your semen, so I guess a shower is necessary now. Don't worry, water shouldn't scare you." 

You don't understand what Giselle is saying, but she comes closer and picks you up before putting you back in her bag. Once again, you find yourself in a dark place, your erection notwithstanding. You always hope that nothing will happen to you.

Giselle, who has put her T-shirt back on, opens her bedroom door with her bag under her arm and heads to the bathroom. She makes sure the room is empty before opening her bag.

You feel Giselle's hands emerge from the darkness, and you discover a new environment that's even brighter than the last one. Even though you don't understand a word she's saying, she still gives you a quick overview of the place. "Welcome to our bathroom. Across from us is a shower and a jacuzzi. The sinks are to your left. "You'll find our toilets tucked away to the right." She goes over everything in the bathroom and points. You follow her with your eyes, even though you're still a bit confused.

She puts you down by the sink, and you watch as she tosses your semen-soaked t-shirt into a bucket. Then she heads over to the spot she calls the "Jacuzzi" and bends over to turn on the water, showing you her butt plug she left at "home" along the way. She gives you a signal to follow her by pointing at you as she steps into the jacuzzi. As you crawl towards her and finally plunge into the water, a haze of warmth fills the room.

"Ah, that feels good," she says with a smile. You have to agree; the sensation of swimming in this warm water is very pleasant. You see her look at you and smile, and you feel her hand on her head as she rubs it gently. 

You notice Giselle looking at you and feel her feet rubbing against your leg. Each time she makes contact, she immediately pulls her foot back, but she keeps coming back for more. She gives a little smile that you can't miss. "mhh-hhh" You hear her making little whimpering sounds, and it's your turn to gently caress her toes, making sure to get your tentacles between each one. Her toes are clinging to you, and you're not sure what her hands are doing. 

You then dip your head into the water and watch in surprise as two tiny fingers rub against her pretty pussy. You see them go into her body and then immediately come back out again. She speeds up the rhythm, and you realize you're no longer feeling pressure on your tentacles. This allows you to move up her legs as you bring your head closer to her perfectly smooth pussy, which is just a few inches away from your face.

"Not so sweet so fast my dear, let me savor you first" You see her suddenly stand up and lean towards you, her breasts right in front of you, her nipples still hard. Up close, you realize how beautiful they are. She spreads her legs while bending her knees and comes to lay her dirty pussy on your head. She rubs lightly against you and continues to pound her cunt with her fingers. "Oh, ah, I'm coming," Giselle says. A bit more pressure is applied to your skull, with her slit rubbing against you as her fingers play with her little clit above the entrance.

Her legs suddenly spasm, and you feel a rush of water hit your head and body. It's clear that the source is her red, quivering pussy. "Wow, that feels great," she says, her eyes full of desire. She's now sitting up, her legs feeling a bit wobbly. She's aware of what she's doing and the show she's putting on, and she sees your hard cock. She wants to use her toy right now, too. She's so caught up in her ecstasy that she doesn't care what you look like. She just wants a good fuck to bring her back to earth.

Giselle puts her hands behind her back and hears a "poc" as she removes her toy from her ass. You can see her face twitch with pleasure as she takes her partner out of her hole and places him in a small bowl next to the jacuzzi. She turns around to show you her backside, and you get a close-up of her freshly spread ass and her little pussy, still waiting to be loved. She uses her left hand to spread her hole, revealing all of her warm flesh as she points at the entrance repeatedly.

You can tell when a female is in heat, no matter what species. Giselle is releasing pheromones that indicate she's ready for male attention. That's all she needs, and without further ado, you make a swim towards her, climb up her legs and point your rod at her backside. Your tentacles squeeze her buttocks while you linger on both of her breasts. Not content with this lack of attention, the last one goes to her mouth, which you don't fail to penetrate. You're there, in possession of a human body, ready to fill her with your entire being.

"Cok cok cok cok cok" you hear your name as you tease her by rubbing your cock against her entrance, but this was a mistake. Giselle, who takes your cock in her hand and puts it in her ass herself, screams as you come hard against her ass. “Ohhh fuck, it’s big” Giselle's insides are warm and welcoming around your cock as you thrust into her ass. You start thrusting back and forth, harder and harder. “Mhhh-mhh more” she cries, your combined movements cause the water to shake as you satisfy your new mistress. You feel her tongue around your tentacle, trying to give you the best suck she can. You also pinch her breasts while playing with her nipples. You give her an ass-slapping rhythm to match her bouncing buttocks.

"More, more, more!" Giselle moans, lost in pleasure. She reverts to a simple primate, in need of pleasure. Her head is thrown back as you grab her hair and pull her towards you. The force of your bodies hitting each other leaves red marks on her buttocks. You move on to her stiff breasts and push into her still-wet pussy with a sharp thrust. Giselle ends up being double penetrated.

The noise in the room is getting louder by the second, and Giselle is losing all her self-control. She's on her hands and knees, her breasts pressed against the edge of the jacuzzi. She's being mistreated by her new toy; You don't let go, every time you pull her hair, she tightens around your cock: "Harder, hurt me, baby". She gives everything, the frenzy of your bodies increases, the heat in the room is at its peak. Her ass has become your sheath and your masculinity belongs to her.

While you ravage her ass, your tentacles take care of her dripping pussy, you come slamming against these walls while repeating circular movements, the tips are compressed to the extreme, this bitch has cum several times already, when you remove your tentacles, her fluid explodes from her slit before going back in again and again.

The thrusts are getting stronger and stronger as you feel the release coming. Her pussy fills the water again, and you feel Giselle's body go in one last thrust. Then you grab her hair in two spots and thrust as far as you can into her. You feel immense pleasure as you release all your cum into her conquered hole.

As you let go of her hair, you fall backwards, hitting the water with a small splash. When you return to the surface, Giselle is still in the same position, looking like she's waiting for anything to happen. You can see your cum coming out of her ass and sliding down her body, and her little pussy is lightly covered in your seed, which falls into the water. Your cock is now completely dry and fully retracted behind your slit.

The water is covered in semen and Giselle's wetness as they float on the surface of the jacuzzi. You hear her ass spew your cum in waves with obscene noises, then Giselle turns around, her arms slumped on the side of the jacuzzi. Her hair is a mess, and her body is covered with the marks left by your lovemaking.

You can't see Giselle's eyes, hidden by her hair, and you're waiting for her next reaction. You stand there staring at each other in an awkward silence. It's not forever, though, because you hear a knock on the door. "Giselle, I need to use the toilet," you hear her say. Of course, you can't understand, but you quickly grasp the situation when you see Giselle's panic-stricken face. 

"I'll be ready in two minutes. I'll just rinse off and get out," says Giselle, taken aback. As she presses the button to drain the water from the Jacuzzi, she grabs you by the tentacles and heads for the shower, bumping into you on the ledge as she goes. "Don't be a princess. I've already seen you naked. I'm going to pee myself," she says as the door opens. You find yourself behind the curtain, restrained by Giselle's arms around her stomach.

You feel the hot water fall on your bodies as you're held back by Giselle. Her breasts press against your head, and you feel her breathing quicken. "You were totally fine showing me your butt plug in the dressing room, and now you're afraid I'll see you naked?" a woman says now sitting on the toilet, the sound of the shower masking that of the toilet.

“Shut up and hurry away, I'd like to dry off and...” Giselle feels your semen leaking from her ass again, which startles her. She knows the water won't cover the leaking on her leg. She looks at you and, with her hands, mimes her anus and the other finger, asking to plug it up. You use your tentacles to come and penetrate your anus and her … pussy

She's always happy to have her holes well occupied, but Giselle trembles at the presence of your tentacles inside her. Your communication still isn't perfect, but you've done what she asked. You feel the liquid trying to get out at the tip of your tentacle. Now that she's in the shower, Giselle takes the opportunity to wash her body and hair. You now stand alone at her waist with your tentacles around her, keeping the two of them warm deep in those caves. She watched Karina finish her business and leave the room after washing her hands at the sink. "Good night, Giselle," she said as she closed the door. Giselle had noticed that Karina was wearing only her panties.

The danger is now gone, so you pull your tentacles back while still holding on to Giselle. You slide down until you touch the ground, "You bastard, you've filled me well. Even my pussy hurts." Of course, she knows you don't understand. She moves her legs closer to you again, and you feel a warm liquid fall on her head. "Here, this will teach you to take me for your bitch."

Giselle had just pissed in your face. You frown and whip her lower legs with a tentacle. All the while laughing. She approaches you and rubs you with a soft ball that quickly foams. The rubbing sensation is pleasant, and Giselle works hard to rub it all over your body. Although you still can't communicate verbally, you feel like you're doing pretty well with this woman. It's hard to picture her as a threat now that she's let you take a "dominant role". Once the shower's over and she shows you how to use a hairdryer, she doesn't even put you back in her bag. She holds you in her arms at stomach level.

The quiet click of her bedroom door means you're safe again. Giselle turns down the lights in the room, the temperature is just right, and there's a nice smell of freshness from the shower. She'd changed into her pajamas, which were a loose-fitting T-shirt and pink shorts that let her lower body breathe. You stand on her bed and watch her brush her hair in front of the mirror.

Like her, you're tired from your journey. Sleep is one of your needs, unlike oxygen or food. Your body feels heavy and you sense that you're about to fall asleep. You feel a sudden motion on the bed as Giselle opens the blanket to slip into it. You're afraid of being crushed, so you shake your head no when she asks you to come closer. 

You fall asleep on the pillow next to your mistress like a little puppy. Giselle grabs one of your tentacles and inserts it into her ass. After all, she wouldn't want you to run away now. You lose consciousness, feeling a warm sensation at the tip.

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Giselle starts to wake up as the sun comes through the curtains, painting shapes on the wall. She feels her limbs are pleasantly heavy, with a soft ache from the restless night spent with her unlikely new friend. She turns to her side and laughs softly. There he is, her toy, an octopus, sprawled across her pillow, his tentacles lazily dropping over the edge.

The faint sounds of footsteps and lights under her door indicated that her bandmates were still getting ready for their day's work. She was the only one with a day off; her next schedule is the following night. As she discreetly slips out of her bed, she feels your tentacle gradually withdrawing from the depths of her ass as she moves towards the door, stopping for her own pleasure along the way and taking advantage of the last few inches still inside her, she disappears from her room.

You are awakened by the light coming from Giselle's bedroom door. Your body is still resting on one of her pillows. Your tentacles are scattered all over the bed and floor. Two shadows suddenly appear in your pupils, not fully dilated. You struggle to recognize the people in front of you :"Wow, what's this, Giselle-Unni really has poor taste," a quiet voice lets out. "It's probably her new doll. Hurry, grab the tablet from the bedside table. We're going to be late."The second grumbles as she grabs the tablet herself.

As they leave the room, you can see Giselle in the distance under the hallway lights, "Giselle, when you take the tablet, remember to put it back in the living room, we need it for our challenge!" she says nothing and walks towards you, closing the door behind her.

"Good morning, sir. It looks like you slept well here," she says with a smile as the two of you are alone again. In the distance, you hear the front door slamming, which means the other humans have left.

With a flick of her wrist, she opens the curtains to let in the light, then goes to the other corner of her room to find her clothes. Her "pajamas" twirl around the room, revealing, to your surprise, her butt plug. She grabs you and carries you out of her room. You're now in what looks like the main room of her dormitory. From the height of the table, you can see your surroundings and are now at Giselle's bust height.

The silence is broken by a sound coming from Giselle's buttocks. She removes a device from it and brings it to her ear while sitting across from you.

"Yes, manager-nim..." The rest is hard to understand, since she had taken the malicious pleasure of coming to crush her two mounds on your head and caress one of your tentacles as if it were one of her strands of hair. The weight of her breasts exerts a gentle pressure on you. Her softness is a small cloud over your misery. 

In revenge, you come and squeeze her breasts through her clothes and take the time to insert one between in imitation of your big cock. Her face turns red; "In about how long?" she sighs. She pulls her clothes down to reveal her tiny nipples, which you must immediately attack with your tongue. It was already sensitive and hard in your mouth. "Mmmh, I'll w....ait for you..... then," you alternate between her nipples, one being devoured by your mouth while the other receives love from a tentacle. Her breathing stops and becomes irregular. The pleasure is intense but brief.

"See you in a minute," she says, putting her device down on the table. You had startedto get really serious, but she suddenly gets up and goes to her room, coming out with a handbag. She stares at you and says, "It's too risky to leave you here alone, we will finish this later" before shoving you into the bag with a mischievous smile on her lips.

Unlike the others, she has taken the liberty of leaving her bag open. You see a variety of sights and sounds. A spectacle of sensations unfolds before you. From time to time she turns her gaze to you, a slight smile on her lips, and you watch it interact with her own. You begin to decipher a few words and facial expressions.

The liberation comes as she puts her bag on her lap, unable to tell where you are. The close-up of her beautiful face is comforting. She brings her mouth to her bag and mumbles, "Hey stupid, I'm still wet from earlier. She pulls back and starts massaging your between-tentacles so you understand what's going on when she decides to take your tentacle out of her bag and slide it under her skirt.

You don't need her help to know what comes next: the capricious one has made sure to tuck her bag under her skirt. Your work as a miner has begun. Make your way to her watery cave. On your way to the rare loot are her panties. You rub them lovingly, already smelling the foul stain on them. It doesn't take you long to hold them up and pull them apart, while your colleagues take care of the rest.

The attack begins when you slide three of them in and feel her body vibrate. The passage is narrow and she resists you. You begin to rub violently against her walls and tickle her insides. You continue inside her until you come up against a wall. From then on it's impossible to go any further and she crushes you with a pelvic thrust. You slowly pull out of her and give way to another group of three; it becomes a game and her pussy a real amusement park.

For her part, Giselle is subjected to your repeated attacks as someone approaches: "5 more minutes and the director will see you". She takes a firm stance in front of the secretary, closing her legs as tightly as possible.

You feel her pussy tremble more and more with each thrust; you know her orgasm will be big and that it's close. Since she's in public, you're the only one who can satisfy her immediately, so your decision to step back, this slut deserves a good punishment. Without seeing her face, you can tell she's frustrated with the way she's rubbing her legs; her panties are completely soaked, not to mention where she's sitting. No doubt she's stained him with her love juice.

At Cok's mercy at this moment, Giselle takes it upon herself and is soon approached by one of her managers, she was in her company's building to talk about yesterday's incident as she was seen leaving the building when it was evacuated.She picks up her bloody bag and follows her manager to the director's office making sure to turn off your light as she closes her bag, clearly offended by your actions.You lose track of time as you fall asleep next to her.

When you regain consciousness, you're back in Giselle's room. It's as quiet as a graveyard, with the sun's rays streaming down the slope and fresh air coming in through the window. You're definitely alone in the room. You've never had a moment to yourself. Always in the company of Giselle or at the bottom of a bag... You already know the bed. You slip off the foot of the bed and fall to the floor. You slide to the center of the room and scan your surroundings again. You notice writing on the ceiling that you recognize: "6:48... 6:49 PM...".

On your right, glued to her bed, is a desk, which you climb over and find yourself in front of a book with the name GISELLE inscribed on it, as well as the technological object the other humans took this morning, but in a different color. With a simple touch, you press the object, which lights up and symbols appear. In the same way, you open the book, which seems to provide knowledge of her language, and the technological object allows you to listen to it. This is your way to learn Giselle's language, but despite your abilities, it's going to take some time.

The clock is ticking and there's still no word from Giselle. You concentrate on your task and try to assimilate as much knowledge as possible. The words make sense and your first sentences are still close to a newborn's speech. The slamming of the front door wakes you up and your instincts tell you to return to your position on Giselle's bed, motionless as a statue. In your panic, you've left the tablet and book open.

You hear footsteps approaching Giselle's room and quickly relax as the door opens to reveal her in an all-black skintight outfit. "Are you awake, you bastard? I needed to spend my nerves at the gym," she says, even though you've seen her before. Her body is truly a work of art!

Her eyes devour you completely, her walk is full of confidence, she approaches the bed and stops in front of it, her scent catches your nostrils, but it's not the scent that disturbs you, it's the "aura" she's been radiating since she entered the room.

Giselle reeks of sex, her whole body oozes those pheromones, those of a woman in heat, ready to be filled, the fact that you left her hungry earlier must have awakened her appetite and when you look at her, you know she's very hungry. Without delay, she lifts her top with her left hand, exposing her breasts and you notice the teeth marks on her nipples. Her right hand pulls down her leggings to reveal her sweet, freshly shaved pussy; a trickle of wetness still binds her slit to her clothing and her lips are scarlet red.

As she removes her top, she jumps onto the bed to take you in her arms and place your crotch on her slit, licking your body as she moves her pelvis, causing both your sexes to rub against each other. You are devoured by this lioness. 

Her breasts are pressed against your mouth and you take the opportunity to suck on her nipples. Your tentacles try to get into her ass, but it's already busy: "No, no, tonight it's all in my pussy," she says, shaking her head.

The friction between your sexes is driving your arousal into overdrive, and your penis is more than ready to come out. Your tentacles had encircled Giselle's body, squeezing you together as each gave pleasure to the other. Giselle's nipples are now marked with your mouth. You feel the tip of your penis quivering at the entrance to her pussy. The rubbing of your sexes creates wet noises that echo around the room.

Giselle can't wait any longer, her pussy needs love and her sperm bakery is more than eager to have its first customers. She lies on her back and spreads her legs, leaving full view of her hungry hole. “Come, Cok, turn me into an octopus slut,” you line up and with a quick thrust, you penetrate her vagina, while you're immediately surrounded by her legs, who intends to feel you deep inside her. “Ohhhhh, say hello to my uterus!”

Frenzy overtakes them both as Giselle wiggles, hoping to reach a deeper place, your cock like a drill inside her. Her walls envelop you tenderly as you ram her with all your might: “More, Cok, fuck meeeeeee, kiss my womb”. You wrap your tentacles around her legs, spreading them wide to give you a full view of where you're lovingly fucking her

“Cumiiiinng, ahhh” cries Giselle as the pressure around your sex sends you skyward and allows you to shoot your first well-deserved load into her. Her juices try to expel themselves from her vagina, but your big cock acts as a seal and your juices mix while hitting her lust-filled walls. “Oh ohh, so hott, your cum is burning me from the inside!, i want more seed”

Far from satisfied, she lies on her stomach to show you both her plump buttocks and the glow of her butt plug as your cum drips from her pussy. She pushes it aside and lets you admire the havoc wreaked by your cock and then with all her carnal lust she says, "Honey, come and plug my wicked leak, we have all night so make sure to fill me again and again" as she wiggles her buttocks.

At a glance, you read “9:13 PM”. Then you move towards her open hole, taking your time to let her feel your thickness. As you push back into her vagina, making contact with her uterus, she cries out in pleasure: “Ohhh, it's finally here, hit me hard, my ovary want to meet lots of your baby seeds”. You feel the perspiration on her body as you strike her ass with your tentacles. Your thrusts go further and further and your “belly” comes to touch her buttplug. Grabbing her hair, you pull her towards you and increase the pace as you feel her repeated orgasms attack your cock. You watch the juices flow out of her as you pull back before returning with a hard thrust, ready for your second load of the evening. You make sure you come to plaster your tip on her womb and, in a final strike, you grab her by the throat and rip her womb open to spill your cum. “Oh oh oh, bredd me Cok!”, you feel your cum flood her insides as some of it comes out while the other remains more stuck deep inside her baby oven.

— 9:48PM 

Giselle straddles you as you pound her bouncing breasts, your clit attacked by your tentacles as you send another load her way. Semen drips onto the bed, mixed with her fluids.

— 10:32PM 

Her screams never stop, you can see her talent as a singer. She has orgasm after orgasm, her pussy still filled with hot cum that warms the inside of her belly. You don't stop when you reach your fourth orgasm.

— 11:17PM 

Both of your exhausted bodies are still at it as she lies on her back again, each of your limbs wrapped around the other; your cock hasn't left her pussy since the orgasm, her body covered in tentacle marks and kisses. Her hard breasts are now in Giselle's mouth as she tries to suck her own milk while her cunt is served by your monstrous rod. You know there won't be another tonight, so you come with your tentacle and remove her butt plug and thrust your tentacle deep into her: "oh. .. mhh... more. breed me." Giselle is unable to form a sentence, her whole body shaking as she surrenders to the pleasure.

— 11:27PM

The front door slams as the group returns to the dorm, but you're both too busy to notice. Giselle's screams echo through her room and it's clear that she's struggling, no doubt heard throughout the apartment. Entering Giselle's room, Karina sees her lying with the blanket over her. "ah ahh, so.rry-unn.ie," she says with considerable struggle. Karina sighs. "Hurry up and finish, you start in a few hours and keep the volume down, the others can hear you like theyre watching TV," Karina says with a sigh. She slams the door. 

Meanwhile, you continued to penetrate her, Giselle's legs trembled with pleasure, she had exceeded her limits. "Cok, cok, cok, one more, I want your baby so badly, I want you to conquer my womb, make me your wife," she said, tears in her eyes, far from sadness. Her body no longer knows how to respond to these emotions, but you intend to grant her wish: your sixth charge is your last. Her walls are smooth now, each orgasm comes to squeeze you, then her pussy opens again on your cock. Your cum still drips from her as you prepare to fill her again.

— 11:59PM

As the day draws to a close, you flood Giselle's octopus oven with your cum. Her pussy has become your baby factory. After several hours of effort, you finally pull out. Just then her last orgasm arrives and a stream of juice spills onto her bed. Her cunt is wide open and you see her walls covered with your seed and her well-fed womb.

Giselle lies inert on her bed, her belly full of semen and her head full of stars. It takes her a while to find the strength to get up and look at the damage to her body and bed. As she approaches you, she places a loving kiss on your cock, tasting her own pussy juices. She comes up to you to kiss you and says, "Thanks, Daddy," while touching her belly. You reply in near perfect Korean: "You're welcome, Ms. Cok".

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[windandwater]

been listening to some WWII history podcasts lately and they're great, my favorite tropes so far are "the US is a shitshow" and the part where you remember that Germany isn't any old opponent in a war. you'll be like ah yeah enemy tactics and shit and then the host will say something absolutely horrifying and you're like oh shit right they're fucking Nazis. very powerful and important reminder every time.

astonishingly bad at spying though. it's actually insane how much they think they can brainwash and bully people into doing whatever they tell them to do and never figure out when their spies have turned on them or their enemies have cracked their codes. because people are too afraid to own up to failure. I think there's a thesis in there somewhere about democracy being messy but free thought supports more robust government systems across the board in the long term, but it would take a few years of intense study for me to actually develop it properly.

also I think it's more important to examine our own systematic failures like how the FBI had advance warning about Pearl Harbor and didn't do anything about it because they had a police mentality and the director was an egotistical moron, or the repeated ways the CIA has tried to secretly run the fucking country against the democratic process throughout the years, or how we have shown repeatedly that our legal system can't indict people if they're powerful and rich enough, and we're reaching the point where we can't vote them out of office (when they hold office) either. these things have lasting effects in history and understanding the extreme circumstances that brought us to our current extreme circumstances is really interesting to me.

anyway hi this is what I'm doing instead of following politics so I don't have another flare up of my stress condition, thank goodness for history I guess

[the-fangirl-way]

2: Ink

I looked up Harry's file, I had looked at it before on the FBI page, but it was the standard documents, medical history, school records, and his background.

I pulled out the access code Mr. Callahan had given me and typed it into the systems network, instantly at least thirty more documents on Harry came up, these were the very private documents that only officials such as Mr. Callahan and the higher ranked officers were allowed access to.

The newest up to date picture of Harry had been his mugshot from six months ago, back when his skin wasn't so pale it was almost gray, or when his cheeks weren't so sunken in from malnourishment. His hair was tamed, still long, but not as long as it was now.

Harry had been an attractive guy at one point, although I would never admit that to anyone.

Reports of Harry's recent run in with the law came up and I wasn't shocked to find out he had ties with several drug busts and had been caught using more than once. It was minor charges of marijuana, nothing heavier than THC.

The next few files were smaller accusations, a DUI, and a claim of property damage, the dated year was Harry's senior year of high school, no doubt a stupid high school prank.

Nothing really seemed to stand out, but I jotted down the small accounts in the file.

The next couple of pages were more or less just added information, court dates, tickets, so on and so forth.

It wasn't until about the fifth page I found the one document that could be my potential next lead.

Mr. Samuel Tracey, the owner of the handgun found in Harry's car that night.

It looked like I was going to have to pay Mr. Tracey a visit.   

Samuel Tracey lived six blocks from my apartment, he wasn't hard to find.

I knocked on his door and waited patiently, I could hear shuffling from the other side. Finally a gruff voice hollered "Who is it?"

"Detective DeLaney. I'm looking for a Samuel Tracey." I said holding up my badge to the peephole, the deadbolt clicked and the door cracked open before an old man with a beard submerged from behind it.

He was wearing glasses and a sweater vest, those were the first things I noticed about Mr. Tracey.

"What do you want?"

"Mr. Tracey, have you ever seen this man?" I asked holding up a picture of Harry from the folder in my hands.

Tracey studied the picture for a second before nodding slightly.

"I've seen him. Why? What has he done?"

I looked around, his house was located on a busy street, cars and people passing by.

"It's kind of a personal matter, mind if I come inside?" I asked and he paused before slowly moving out of the doorway allowing me to step inside.

His home was warm, and smelled old.

"Have a seat." Tracey grumbled before taking a seat himself on the recliner across from the couch.

"So what's he done?"

"Well, Mr. Tracey-"

"Call me Sam." He corrected.

"He was found about six months ago with a handgun in his car, this particular handgun belonged to you." I said and he sighed a long exasperated sigh.

"Damn kids." He mumbled under his breath.

"Excuse me?" I asked and he rubbed his hands together sitting forward.

"Harry and my boy were friends, Douglas," He said gesturing to a picture of a young man about Harry's age hanging on the wall.

"Douglas was killed about two months ago in a drug heist." Tracey said clearing his throat and I instantly felt sympathy for him.

"I'm so sorry."

"No, he was always getting into trouble, hell from the time he was in elementary school I was getting calls for his behavior, I didn't expect much more out of him as he got older." He explained, I noticed then the bottle of scotch and glass sitting on the coffee table. Mr. Tracey poured himself a glass before offering me some which I declined.

"My wife Laura," He continued, "died giving birth, leaving me to raise Douglas. I tried my best by him, worked three jobs to give him the best life I could give him, but he took it for granted." He said taking a sip of his drink.

"Mr. Tra- Sam," I corrected, "You said Harry and your son were friends?" I asked and he nodded.

"Harry and Douglas went to school together, and they were friends all the way up until about six months ago when Harry disappeared. They would hang out after school and once they graduated my son and Harry would hang out almost every other day or so, no doubt both doing things they shouldn't do, which leads me to ask again, what did Harry do?"

I sighed and opened the folder containing Harry's file.

"About six months ago the police found Harry's car outside of a Mr. Wesley Langston's home, he had been waiting there for about four hours for Mr. Langston to return home, and he had your handgun in the car with him. He also had some rope, sheets, duct tape, other various items, so the intent was clear what he was planning on doing." I said and Mr. Tracey's features changed to surprised by the news.

"Harry?" He asked and I nodded.

"Harry was such a good kid, I mean, he got into trouble like Douglas but Harry would never try to kill anyone.."

"I would like to think so too Mr. Tracey, but as of right now Harry is still pledging guilty until proven otherwise." I said and Tracey sighed.

"I don't know anything about the gun. I realized it was missing about two weeks ago when I was going through my things trying to find something to sell to pay my rent," he said taking another sip, "since Douglas passed I've let myself slip, I lost all three of my jobs, of course, the government takes no pity on people like me. So I decided to try and sale some of my things to get money to get back on my feet until I could find a job, I didn't even know the gun was gone until then." He explained and I nodded sympathizing.

"Well, the gun will stay with the police for evidence until the trial is over and decided, if you want it back-"

"I don't want it back." Tracey said cutting me off.

"Tell them to keep it, I'll even sign my name over to them, I just, I don't want it back. I'm old," He started, "I'm old and I'm at the point now, my wife is gone, my son is gone, if someone breaks into my house with the intent to kill me, well, I'll be ready." His eyes were misty and I swallowed a lump, such a sad thing when someone doesn't value their life anymore after all the trials and tribulations they had been through.

"I understand." I said finally, gathering my things to leave.

"I'll let the police department know that you want to sign the title over to them, I'm sure someone will contact you within the next week or so to do it."

Tracey nodded and then he too stood up.

"I'm sorry I wasn't more help." He said and I shook my head.

"No, you were a good help, I can mark this off my list." I said and he smiled a small smile then offered to walk me out.

"Thank you for your time Mr. er, Sam." I corrected.

"You're quite welcome Ms. DeLaney."

I headed to my car, it had started to rain, shocker.

My phone began to ring and it was Lennon.

"Hello?"

"Good morning." He said from the other end and I could practically hear his flirty smirk.

"Are you off today?" I asked.

"I am, I was actually wondering if you wanted to get some lunch?" He asked and I wanted to say yes, but I knew I had far too much research to do.

"I would love to, but Callahan has me on Harry search all weekend."

"Oh, I understand." He said sighing.

There was a silence.

"So I'm guessing our dinner plans are off for tonight then?"

I felt my heart sink, I had forgotten about our date.

"Tristan I-"

"No really, it's fine." He said sincerely although I knew he was really disappointed.

I thought about it for a minute.

"You know what? How does takeout sound? My place tonight? Maybe you can help me with my research." I said and I heard him chuckle.

"Sounds great. Seven?"

"Seven." I agreed before hanging up.

I drove to the library, it was always quiet there and I figured I could get some more research done.

The wind whipped around me creating goosebumps on my arms and legs, I was glad I had chosen to wear slacks today.

As I stepped through the library door, the warmth welcomed me, I always silently adored libraries, the smell of books and the serene calm of the silence of those going into parallel universes created in their minds by the turning of each page.

The librarian, Doris, knew me well, she lived in our building for while after Devlin and I moved in and I had come to this library many times in the past to do research on cases. She smiled fondly at me as I walked over the help desk.

"Detective DeLaney nice to see you."

"Doris, I told you, call me Avery." I said smiling and she laughed.

"I'll try to remember that."

I smiled at at her and headed over to the table I usually sat at, pulling out my laptop and connecting it to the internet.

The next four hours I spent looking up every single detail I could get about Harry, his mother Anne, his sister Gemma, his father Desmond, all of the people in his life. There was nothing out of the ordinary, which only infuriated me more that I wasn't getting anything.

My cell phone buzzed in my pocket and I stepped outside to take the call, it was Devlin.

"Hey Ave, I'm on lunch wanna grab something?" She asked and I thought about declining but the growl in my stomach told me otherwise.

"Where?"

**

I met Devlin at Wahaca, a Mexican restaurant, she was sitting in a corner booth clad in her scrubs, today was Minnie Mouse.

"I ordered you a tequila sunrise." She said smirking and I rolled my eyes.

"It's midday."

"And? You walked here didn't you?"

I started to protest but the waitress reappeared with a large glass of orange and red liquid, an umbrella and orange wedge sat on top.

"Thank you."

She took our order before disappearing again.

"So, any news on Styles?" She asked dipping a chip in salsa.

"No, and the only lead I got turned out to not really be a lead at all. Turns out the gun that was on him belonged to a friend of his father, his son, Harry's friend, was killed a couple of months ago and he doesn't want the gun back." I said and she looked sympathetic.

"How sad."

"Tell me about it."

"So what now?" She asked and I shrugged tugging on my hair.

"I have no idea Dev, Callahan wants all this information on Styles by Monday and I have nothing."

"What about the other guy? Langston right?"

"I haven't done a lot of research on him yet, but the police already talked to him and said he cleared." I said and she nodded.

"You should still do some research just in case they missed something."

"You're right." I agreed and the food arrived.

We ate and talked some more about the case and her job.

"I'm telling you, if he asks again I'm tempted to do it." She said and I laughed.

"I think you should, he's good looking, smart, he's obviously got money.."

"Yeah, yeah." She said waving her hand.

"What about you and Officer sexy?" She asked talking about Lennon, I could feel my cheeks reddening.

"He's actually coming over tonight."

Her eyebrows lifted and she smirked.

"Oh really? Should I occupy myself with something tonight and leave you two...?"

"No, it's not like that." I said rolling my eyes, "He's just coming to help me with the case."

"Mmhmm, I hope you shaved your legs."

I rolled my eyes but could feel my cheeks blazing again.

"I mean it's not like you haven't-"

I blushed even harder and avoided her gaze.

"Oh my God, you haven't slept with him yet? Seriously?"

"Shut up." I said and she burst into a fit of giggles.

"Ave! Get on it! I mean literally get on it. "

"Shut up!"

"I'm just saying!" She said throwing her hands up and then checking her watch.

"Shit, I have to get back to work."

I nodded and slid out of the booth behind her, laying a tip on the table as we walked out.

"I'll see you at home." I said and she shook her head.

"Oh no, I'm not coming home until late, I'll leave you and Officer Hot Pants to it."

I smacked her on the arm and she laughed again before hugging me and departing in the opposite direction to her car.

The walk back to the library was short, but I was freezing by the time I got there.

**

My muscles were stiff from sitting so long and when I checked the time I jumped in panic to realize that it was going on five thirty.

I put my laptop back in my bag and my things before waving goodbye to Doris and leaving the library.

The air outside had dropped measurably and I shivered getting into my car putting the heat on full blast.

When I got to the apartment I took a quick shower, shaving my legs I felt the heat return to my cheeks, Devlin could be right.

**

I was in the kitchen when I heard the doorbell buzz and I headed to the speaker.

Come on up." I said and within a few minutes I heard a light tap on the door.

I opened the door, expecting to see Tristan on the other side, but who was there instead had my heart pounding, my head swimming, and the feeling of vomit creeping up my windpipe.

He was leaning up against the door frame, his arms crossed, clad in a white tee shirt and a pair of black jeans; his inky tattoos snaked up his arms and across his torso visible through his thin tee shirt. His hair was now tamed and swirled in waves around his face, a smirk placed on his full lips, his green eyes burning dangerously into mine.

"Hello Avery." Greeted Harry.  

[smoothshift]

Comprehensive coverage of the Ford Explorer Carbon Monoxide problem - and the fix that didn't work. via /r/cars

Comprehensive coverage of the Ford Explorer Carbon Monoxide problem - and the fix that didn't work.

Hi. This story is long, so I will include a TLDR; at the beginning. If you or someone you know is included in the title subject group, I encourage you to read this. In-text citations are included and a reference list is at the bottom (APA6 for those who care). While I see there are links to certain articles about this subject, I believe my article is more comprehensive in coverage. Mods, if you feel this falls too close to the duplicate rule, I understand. This is something I'm dealing with currently and I wanted to share the results of my findings. I have put a great deal of effort into researching and citing this, so I hope it meets the standards.

TLDR:

Fifth Generation Ford Explorers have a problem dating back to 2011 with exhaust leaking into the cabin. Ford claims to have fixed it but it hasn't. This has caused accidents, lawsuits, and a large potential scandal to be swept under the rug. Get an inexpensive Carbon Monoxide detector to keep in the car if you fall into this category, it may save your life.

INTRODUCTION

I am writing this post as a precautionary tale to others who may be in my shoes. I own a 2013 Ford Explorer Limited 4WD with 110,000 miles on it. On Friday my wife complained of a migraine, which happens from time to time. On Saturday, the migraine was so bad she had to go to the ER. Her Check Engine light came on by Monday, at which point she took it to a trusted mechanic who read the code and told her that one of her catalytic converters was going out.

For those that don't know, "a catalytic converter is a device that uses a catalyst to convert three harmful compounds in car exhaust into harmless compounds" (HowStuffWorks, 2019). According to Popely (2019), a catalytic converter should last 10 years. This equates out to around 160,000-185,000 miles. The fact that this was failing after 6 years and 110,000 miles was a big problem. If a catalytic converter fails, it's usually a severe symptom of something else in the engine going wrong.

That same Monday, she noticed an odd smell in her car, something she described as a permanent marker type smell. The mechanic informed her that this was carbon monoxide and extremely dangerous. For those that don't know, according to The Mayo Clinic (2019),

Carbon monoxide poisoning occurs when carbon monoxide builds up in your bloodstream. When too much carbon monoxide is in the air, your body replaces the oxygen in your red blood cells with carbon monoxide. This can lead to serious tissue damage, or even death. Carbon monoxide is a colorless, odorless, tasteless gas produced by burning gasoline, wood, propane, charcoal or other fuel. Improperly ventilated appliances and engines, particularly in a tightly sealed or enclosed space, may allow carbon monoxide to accumulate to dangerous levels.

The symptoms of CO Poisoning include:

Dull headache

Weakness

Dizziness

Nausea or vomiting

Shortness of breath

Confusion

Blurred vision

Loss of consciousness

Carbon Monoxide does not simply leave your body as soon as you hit fresh air. Brain damage can occur and effects can happen even after leaving the CO filled environment. My wife was a sufferer of migraines but had taken steps to mitigate them, so it startled us that they had been reoccurring in recent months. I was looking online about this and found this was a systemic problem to the fifth generation Explorer that Ford simply doesn't know how to fix.

Known Cases

Since 2016, the National Highway Safety Traffic Administration (NHSTA) has been investigating this problem. As far as I can tell, the problem was first detected in the Police Interceptor model of the Ford Explorer (in commercial use) with incidents such as (Martyn, 2019) :

A Newport Beach, CA Officer passing out while driving, which led to him crashing into a tree.

An Auburn, MA officer also passing out while driving, rear-ending another vehicle (the department claims 4 officers have experienced CO poisoning).

A Henderson, LA officer losing consciousness and flipping her vehicle.

Five Austin, TX officers experiencing CO poisoning over a period of four days, leading to the department pulling 400 Explorer patrol vehicles from service.

Additionally, a Fall River, MA officer was hospitalized for CO poisoning in his cruiser (San Miguel, n.d.).

Furthermore, six Washington state troopers filed suit against Ford after receiving CO poisoning (Howard, 2019).

HOWEVER, the actual discovery of the problem dates back to 2011, when a Ford employee discovered this. Ford stated that they found "the circumstances needed to recreate the problem to be outside of typical customer use," (Hyatt, 2019).

For its part, Ford blamed the Police Departments, citing modifications found that were not factory standard. However, Ford does not have an explanation for the over 1,300 civilian complaints made to the NHSTA regarding the same problem.

Furthermore, "Captain James Thibodeaux of the Henderson Police Department responds that Ford has never inspected the Explorer involved in the crash that injured his officer. He says that the automaker contacted the police department’s insurer about arranging an inspection, but has yet to do so. As for Ford’s blaming the carbon monoxide leak on vehicle modifications, 'they can’t make that determination from this point at the case because they haven’t looked at the vehicle,'" (Martyn, 2019).

The Center for Auto Safety has pressured Ford to initiate a recall for the 1.3 million Explorers sold in that period, citing the over 1,300 documented cases. The NHSTA has stated it has received over 2,000 complaints as well that might be related to the exhaust problems because they mention "an exhaust smell, burning eyes, drowsiness, headaches, and nausea" (Riddle, 2019).

Although Ford has repeatedly denied responsibility, "Ford has reportedly issued technical service bulletins that pertain to the issue. The manufacturer acknowledged in a deposition that there appears to be a “design issue” that is still being evaluated" (Smith, n.d.). This slipped out in arbitration for one of the more than 50 legal grievances filed against the company (Beene, 2019):

Ford representative Bob Gray testifying in January 2015 that the Cassidys (one of the plaintiffs) couldn’t pursue warranty claims because the company had tried but couldn’t solve the problem. “It’s a design issue, not a defect,” Gray told the arbitrator, according to a transcript of the proceeding. “The fact that it’s being reported across the large number of vehicles would show that it’s not a defect in this particular vehicle.”

Ford quickly backpedaled, distancing themselves from the representative and saying that he misspoke and there were no design problems.

HOWEVER, another Ford representative in the Washington State Trooper lawsuit said this:

"During a Florida Better Business Bureau proceeding on Jan. 2, 2015, Ford's representative said, "We do feel that it's a design issue, not a defect ... It's simply a vent leading somewhere where it doesn't need to be; and, you know, it's just being set in a certain way that's — that's allowing it to draw it into the — into the vehicle," according to a transcript cited in the Washington State lawsuit" (Howard, 2019).

Ford backpedaled on this as well, once again citing the safety of their vehicles and a representative misspeaking.

What is this design issue? TO be honest, no one is exactly sure.

While Ford says that its vehicles are perfectly safe, "a police department in Montgomery County, Maryland has found that some vehicles have cracked exhaust manifolds, which is a part of the car that goes from the engine to the tailpipe" (Eklund, 2019).

This is supported by the NHTSA, according to Levine (2019), "In July 2017, NHTSA indicated the most likely culprit for the exposure of Ford consumers to potentially lethal amounts of Carbon Monoxide was cracked exhaust manifolds."

"The leaks were mostly found in the exhaust manifold and the catalytic converter, which in the Explorer are welded together to form a single part. Problems identified in the records included porous welds, cracks and poor fits with other components that allowed exhaust to escape before exiting the tailpipe," (Beene, 2019).

Furthermore, the probe into this from the NHTSA has not included 2018 models, although complaints have been registered about those as well.

Did Ford do ANYTHING?

Ford implemented a program in 2017 that it said fixed the problem, with Explorer owners complaining of exhaust odors being able to bring their vehicle into a Ford dealership. Dealers will reprogram the air conditioner, replace the liftgate drain valves, and inspect the sealing at the rear of the vehicles, Ford said. All work will be done free of charge. This program expired on 31 December 2018.

According to Levine, (2019), "Ford issued a Customer Service Program (CSP-17N03) focused on less expensive and potentially less effective repairs such as reapplying weather sealant and reprogramming the climate control in order to give customers “peace of mind” but stated the “vehicles are safe.” The CSP did not vary dramatically from previous technical bulletins Ford has quietly been issuing since 2012 to address the same issue (See: TSB 14-0130, and TSB 16-016.)."

Additionally, if you didn't know (we sure didn't) (Beene, 2019):

As part of a 2016 deal to resolve a national class-action lawsuit alleging carbon monoxide problems in 2011-2015 Explorers. That nationwide settlement, which was finalized last September, provided $175 to $500 to customers who paid for repairs that didn’t work; extended warranties for the exhaust issue; and required Ford to issue a new bulletin to dealerships recommending repairs, which it did. In the settlement agreement, Ford didn’t admit to any liability. Drivers of 2016 and 2017 Explorers not covered by that settlement filed a separate case seeking class-action status in federal court in Detroit in October 2017. That case is ongoing. Meanwhile, proposed class-action suits have been filed in federal courts in New York State and New Jersey, both on behalf of law enforcement personnel who used Police Interceptor models.

Ford also did a buyback on approximately 100 of these Explorers as a "goodwill gesture", although they are not all completed and the owners are still using the Explorers, albeit with CO monitors.

Why not a recall?

While NHTSA has not finished its investigation and has not ordered a recall, other aforementioned groups have called on Ford to execute one. However, this recall would be in the seven figures and likely cost Ford somewhere in the hundreds of millions of dollars neighborhood.

As an example of how costly recalls are, (Beene, 2019):

Recalling the 1.3 million fifth-generation Explorers would be costly, but precise estimates are hard to come by—chiefly because it’s unclear what any fix might entail if NHTSA requires a new one. For context: Ford said in September that it would take a $140 million charge to recall around 2 million F-150s for faulty seatbelt components that could cause fires. In 2017, the company took a $267 million charge to recall 1.3 million F-Series pickup trucks in the U.S., Canada and Mexico to correct faulty door latches.

Did the "Fix" work?

Short answer: No. The Center for Auto Safety has received multiple complaints from consumers after they got the "fix", according to Levine (2019). Jason Levine is the Executive Director for the Center for Auto Safety and says that " Ford owners continue to file complaints with NHTSA about exposure to exhaust and carbon monoxide in their Explorers. Scores of consumers, even after receiving their “peace of mind” fix, continue to report experiencing the same symptoms as before their visit to the Ford dealership."

If you fall into this category of driver, I highly suggest you keep an inexpensive carbon monoxide detector in your vehicle.

Silver Linings

According to Hyatt (2019), "the good news, if there is any in all this, is that Ford is introducing an all-new Explorer for the 2020 model year, and the powertrain and exhaust setup are not being carried over wholesale." Even still, this is a company that is actively choosing to ignore a problem it discovered in 2011 and not do a recall. I know that I will never trust Ford again, and I am trading it in (with full disclosure to the dealer) tomorrow.

Caveat: While some reports have said this resolved the issue (Beene, 2019), further reading states that complaints persist (Hyatt, 2019). The free fix program concluded on 31 December 2018

REFERENCES:

Beene, R. (2019). Ford Explorer Owners Say Their SUVs Are Making Them Sick. Retrieved from https://www.bloomberg.com/graphics/2019-ford-explorer-owners-say-suvs-making-them-sick/

Eklund, J. (2019). Carbon Monoxide Leaks In Ford Explorers May Lead To Large Recall. Retrieved from https://thomasjhenrylaw.com/blog/product-liability/carbon-monoxide-leaks-ford-explorers-may-lead-large-recall/

Howard, P. (2019). Police lawsuit alleges carbon monoxide poisoning from Ford Explorer. Retrieved from This link has been removed from this post on this subreddit due to the blacklist domain rule. The article can be found by googling the headline.

HowStuffWorks. (2019). What is a Catalytic Converter and How Does It Work?. Retrieved from https://auto.howstuffworks.com/question66.htm

Hyatt, K. (2019). Ford Explorer owners getting carbon monoxide poisoning in their cars, report alleges. Retrieved from This link has been removed from this post on this subreddit due to the blacklist domain rule. The article can be found by googling the headline.

Levine, J. (2019). On Second Anniversary of NHTSA Investigation into Carbon Monoxide Leaks in 2011-2017 Ford Explorers Center for Auto Safety Renews Call for Ford Recall Based on Consumer Complaints the Ford Fix Does Not Work. Retrieved from https://www.autosafety.org/on-second-anniversary-of-nhtsa-investigation-into-carbon-monoxide-leaks-in-2011-2017-ford-explorers-center-for-auto-safety-renews-call-for-ford-recall-based-on-consumer-complaints-the-ford/

Martyn, A. (2019). Ford blames police modifications for carbon monoxide leaks that sickened officers. Retrieved from https://www.consumeraffairs.com/news/ford-blames-police-modifications-for-carbon-monoxide-leaks-that-sickened-officers-013018.html

Popely, R. (2019). How Often Should I Replace My Catalytic Converter?. Retrieved from https://www.cars.com/articles/how-often-should-i-replace-my-catalytic-converter-1420683869829/

Riddle, G. (2019). SHOULD FORD EXPLORER CARBON MONOXIDE LEAKS SPARK A NATIONWIDE RECALL?. Retrieved from https://justicecounts.com/auto-accidents/ford-explorer-carbon-monoxide-leaks-spark-nationwide-recall/

San Miguel, M. (n.d.). Fall River officer exposed to carbon monoxide in cruiser. Retrieved from https://turnto10.com/news/local/fall-river-officer-exposed-to-carbon-monoxide-in-cruiser

Smith, C. (n.d.). Cop Sues Ford Over Carbon Monoxide Poisoning In Patrol Car. Retrieved from This link has been removed from this post on this subreddit due to the blacklist domain rule. The article can be found by googling the headline.

The Mayo Clinic. (2019). Carbon Monoxide Poisoning. Retrieved from https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/carbon-monoxide/symptoms-causes/syc-20370642

[foone]

It's actually slightly more complicated then that. The first half, I mean. The second half is pretty right, but it's important to realize that they dropped him like a hot potato as soon as WW2 was over. As soon as he wasn't useful for Killing Nazis, they decided he didn't deserve any thanks or a pass for his "crimes".

Anyway, as for the first half: the Enigma had already been cracked by the Polish prior to WW2. The trick was that it every Enigma message has a key used to encrypt the message, and even if you know how to decrypt a message, you don't necessarily know the key that was used, which you need to decrypt it. Furthermore, Enigma wasn't even the only encryption machine the Nazis were using! Enigma was, in fact, the low security machine. The machine used for high security messages was called Lorenz. It worked somewhat similarly to Enigma (an electrical system using rotating discs) but with far more of them. The Enigma started with 3, then went up to 5 and then eventually to 8. Lorenz had 12. (and each rotor added greatly increases the complexity of decoding a message).

So, if you know how the machine works, but not what key was used for a specific message, what can you do?

Well, first you try all the obvious "guessing their password" things. You try "HITLER" and "REICH" and then you tell your spies to find out the mother's maiden names and first pets of the radio operators, and see if any of those work. (that's not a joke: they really did that!)

After that, you need to attack the mathematical model of how the machine works. A key weakness of the Enigma and Lorenz ciphers is that no letter can ever be encrypted to itself. This isn't much information, but it is some. You know that everywhere you see a letter "H" in the encoded message, the input key couldn't be "H". So you can figure out some possible words in the message (if you're talking about troop movements near Paris, guess what: the word "Paris" is probably gonna be in the message somewhere) and then you calculate a bunch of possible rotor positions and see if they make the message make sense.

This worked, but it was slow and complex. You needed a bunch of humans doing math, and there's only so much you can do to speed that up, in a era where you can't use calculators. And while you can just have a bunch of people work on it for longer, decoding military messages gets less useful as time goes on.

If you manage to decode a message saying "we're attacking Strasbourg tomorrow" that's very useful, unless it took you three days to decode it.

SO, with all that said, what did my boy Alan Turing do?

Well, first of all he designed the Bombe. This was an interesting mechanical device that basically did all the math of the decoding of an Enigma or Lorenz machine, then humans just needed to check the results. This was very handy because it meant you could just build a bunch of them and have them all running in parallel, 24/7, brute forcing the rotor positions faster than humans could manage with paper and pencil.

He then figured out ways to more effectively guess at what the rotor settings might have been, which meant the Bombes could find the answers faster.

And the most important thing he did was probably "Turingery". This was a mathematical technique that exploited some statistical elements of the Lorenz machine to figure out the rotor positions much faster than simple brute forcing would.

So yeah. Turing was VITAL to the work at Bletchley Park which was focused on breaking Nazi codes, but he didn't really "crack the Enigma". That had already been done, but what he did was figure out mathematical and mechanical methods to speed up the breaking of the Nazi messages such that they could be used in time.

And then a few years after the war is over, his house gets burgled. His boyfriend at the time says he knows the burglar. He goes to the police, tells them someone broke into his house, and my friend knows who did it... But during the investigation Turing ends up admitting that he's in a relationship with a man, and both he and his boyfriend get charged with "gross indecency". He takes probation, gets put on hormones to kill his libido, and loses all his clearance. He can't work on any of the ongoing computer projects or work for the government doing encryption work. He can't go to America to continue working on any encryption or computer projects.

He kills himself two years later. (possibly. There's a theory that it was accidental because of some chemical work he was doing, which may have poisoned him)

Anyway he was a great man who was a fucking genius who helped shorten WW2 by an incredible amount, and he wrote tons of fundamental theories for how computers work which is the basis of how they still work today. It is an absolute crime that the UK accepted him for his sexuality for as long as he was useful and then killed him when the war ended.

And when I changed my name a decade ago, I picked the last name Turing. It's the absolute least I can do to honor him and everything he did for computer science, cryptography, and KILLING NAZIS.

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

I'm so happy to hear the kids abducted to Hong Kong got to hear and see and talk to their hero that saved them today through Zoom in Brian's phone!!!

It was so lucky and such perfect timing that he called me today while the military crews were still resting in China and Wendy was able to pinpoint their locations directly!!

He truly is their Hero and we are so lucky!

I have dreamed about him for years and for years have been waking up from nightmares telling Brian McGruff is a bad dog... But always the dream would be gone when i woke up or it was before it started happening and no one knew

I even had a feeling when I ordered the kits... So I'm not sure how these kids feel through the cracks because they were on my soul to save.

I also didn't know know about human trafficking like I do now, so I think the whole "Sabrina you just have a bad feeling because it reminds you what could happen..." Is how

A few other companies, too... I had a whole list. So Thorn is gonna check that out.

It just takes one person to prove a mood. I had a list of 17 companies that day then 26 more over the next week that I had this nag on while I was "picking on" Crime the McGruff Dog

Since I kept saying it that way in 2016 and I never ever messed up his name before they took down a list of companies associated with him according to my feelings and it was an unusual list.

So this man has likely saved nearly 30 times as many children as he could have hoped.

We will soon find out. In return he's to receive a mansion an economically stable brand new automobile. Fully paid.

Because I've dreamed of him, his voice and everything. He truly is an Earth Angel.

For nearly half a decade he's been the solution to my night terrors. I know why ask those children cried. I want to cry, too, And my tears are warm.

The children were mutated and mutilated. Arms cut off and sewn onto their foreheads and given all sorts of horrible viruses and drugs.

Tree just gave them their own fresh bodies. Replicas. Some back to the age/look they were kidnapped at, some slightly grown, according to the agreement between child and parent whichever they liked the sound of best, the child's preference being the ultimate decision maker. Their DNA4U will state and show they are replicated due to the reasons of faster healing and less overall damage that would cause future problems plus they got upgrades like bullet proofing, extra speed, strength increases, stuff like that. And extra extra heavy COVID19 instead of 3 feet you'll get it at 10 feet bad enough to kill you nearly instantly.

But they were horribly mistreated, starving, mental and physical torture, so much.

So I know to talk to the one rare person in the World that could save them and did was certainly very good heart and soul medicine.

So I'm glad he called me again and I didn't answer and Brian called back from the plane.

Yes of course. He flew to Enid then China then Hong Kong... You can make a man retire but you can't ever make a man quit. And I'm glad. Just so those kids could talk to their hero.

So lucky. Of all the hundreds of people working there he's been there only 6 months. And he took that initiative to just check...

Today living kids was 443.

Dead was 198,675 which tree ghosted back to life. (Gave new bodies)

Nearly a quarter of a million children.

Times 3 is 600k then add a zero. Looking at maybe 6 million kids and young adults...

Tree estimates 400M

So a huge round of applause and a right tight hug.

And he deserves amazing amounts of pats on the back because that list would just sat around keeping dusty.

This is that old fashioned detective work like sitting at a gas meter while some one is down trying to find out how to save people (aliens included) from dying in a gas chamber and they're up there making sure that gas isn't turned on to kill the girl doing all the work -- he couldn't hear people downstairs through the street and i could get the truth out easier and faster before they even knew and I was always happy to get the news while he was just mad and angry. So i was the better to go. Cause everyone was always happy to see me. Cause I was always super nice and all interested in what they were doing.

Now unfortunately not so much.

But Charles was starting to get nightmares after my list and had came up with 14 more companies from coming from the same way i had came up with my list... So he talked to some the other people that felt creeped out about the assignment I insisted on doing and they also all added each two and then some kept a private list... Which they slowly added after verifying the company was then clean.. It started in 2013 these bad dreams.

So every time it happened or they started their nightmares they added to the list.

Overall 642 companies we dreamed of or felt or somehow had a psychic connection to. I dreamed of kids and old people and women. Some people only dreamed about men. Some just kids.

The companies we have left is 642 to check out as they hadn't had yet done any bad and no dreams or any thing has came up since...

Which isn't happy, we now know, but good news is whatever bad has happened we can fix is super special and magical ways.

So we have Thorn, CIA, Military, some FBI and some others to check what's been going on and see.

So that's about 8 Trillion that have been affected. But at least 6 Trillion have already been retrieved.

So this one single person has done the miraculous. The biggest miracle we have been waiting for on a personal level. For me its been 7 years but 6 since 9 other people started having their dreams affected and the lists began.

So 10 of us with nightmares. Night terrors. Waking up screaming or shaking or scared. And not knowing why but having a name, a company label. Sometimes or often a place on a map... As close to the actual GPS coordinates of longitude and latitude. Wake up listing numbers for no reason. Numbers that make no sense N 316941027865389421. Over and over.

Brian would look at me "what the fuck are you trying to do Morse code?"

"I'm trying to sleep thank you very much. Alan and Naomi. 38652361 I think you just messed me up"

One person. One person can make a difference. That's all it takes. One person.

One person to make sense of all these nightmares.

We don't need to be saved from them... They didn't bother so much... We could wake up. Be safe in our beds. Joke it out.

But there's people. Innocent children. Innocent adults that wake up into real living nightmares every single day.

And one person today made the phone call to make thst difference to about 200,000 kids and over 400,000 parents. And siblings and grandparents. Friends.

Just today he changed the world for at least a million whom now have a missing child come home.

Made one million hearts smile and backs release tension and sorrow.

And now we're looking at 2 trillion lost people. Who have kids. Who have parents. Grandparents. Friends.

Were gonna have at least 6 trillion hearts heal then there's soulmates so that's gonna be 12 trillion

Due to one phone call. That was all I needed.

I had heard him say he couldn't find his soulmate... And he didn't go trying to save her or find her today

He knew it was just kids.

But he knew it was missing kids because the people getting ID kits were told not to call the police only call the dog. He could see clearly kids were being abducted and they had a rating system on "easy to kidnap to hard" and the easy were always reported within weeks.

He knew it was his civil duty to call and report it somehow... But he didn't know to who or how.. Who would take it seriously.

This crazy lady might...

Im very sensitive to red flags. He didn't even have to explain. I was already on it in less than 2 minutes.

So the world is so lucky to have him and the kids today so lucky to be in Hong Kong when we just busted 600k China's citizens home.

I mean you can't get more miraculous than that!!

You would think...

But leave it to the true McGruff the Crime Dog to make sure it did.

Because it did.

Tree will update us later how extremely far this miracle went

From one person hoping and praying and taking that leap of faith.... After 10 following their true instincts and intuition.

Intuition is so important you guys. If you hadn't understood why i hope now you finally get it.

Last night I trusted mine and we pulled 13 million from slavery. That's 26 million directly affected with soulmate syndrome. Then parents that makes it times two. So 52 million then grandparents and kids...

Then one person trusted his. And kaboom an estimated 12 Trillion frowns are gonna turn upside down.

Then we are getting these bad guys off the streets, out of their homes, immediately. Hopefully they're checked thoroughly and then killed. I'm done with this baby sitting shit. Back to good ole South Texas and manual strangulation in vans after being kidnapped...but now technology has made it so much different. Much simpler to catch someone in the act. And fuck this court system, it's WWIII. Its military. We will find them guilty without a reasonable doubt and simply kill them.

There is no fucking reason over 18 million people were kidnapped in late 2019 (after October) or in any fucking time in 2020.

What is the point of a trial? Those people whom went to jail in 1990 for 20 years for kidnapping are doing it again. I sent 700 to jail. 36 are actively kidnapping. 642 are financially benefiting. The remaining are probably dead. 12 people.

Tree says i make him laugh. They are dead.

So out of 700 they're dead or kidnapping or in the human trafficking market.

So, there is No change and no Rehabilitation. There is PROOF.

So human trafficking ass holes y'all can thank those 688. Because now you're all just gonna fucking die.

What are you gonna do to me? Not a dam thing. That's what. So think about bull shit. Cry about your stupid life. I don't care.

But I'm taking all your money to pay the victims and im killing you, human traffickers.

And you ain't doing shit about it.

And those about to be trying to hurt someone to retaliate. I already put alerts on you.

So when you're pushed out a plane in the middle of no where so wild animals can eat you... Well don't complain to me. Animals need to eat, too

And surviving good humans. Don't worry... When the bodies hit the ground. They pretty much explode so they're just ground meat basically and bones crush and they wre just big piles of food. They don't look human

So some bear isnt going to come out the mountains and be all "man I just ate something that looked like you and was mighty tastey!" The bodies are unrecognizable.

If you're curious... Idk if you still can.. We used to can look up bodies that had been tossed or jumped out of Windows. Back in 2000 I found a website and I would go through and examine them and see which were pushed and which had jumped

I could tell the difference. Anyway if they're in Google you'll see they don't look human. They're pretty gross -- some do -- so ew be careful but from the plane height trust me they do not.

And its very careful with software to show no damage to trees or animals will occur.. And the software is very intelligent and cautious and only certain types of people can access it. Like a kidnapper can't turn on the computer and see where and how. But a Clark Kent or Louis Lane or someone can. But if an evil Donald Trump sits down next to, the software will shut down. Immediately. And lock out any user until hes removed.

I'm not fucking dumb. Sometimes I just don't know what to do and Need an Earth Angel to make one phone call

Or a guilty person to confess. Or a clue. A bad dream. A nightmare in my sleep. Or being in the right place at the right time. Like when the kidnappers gas up at night at the gas station.

Otherwise I'm fucking brilliant. Overprotective and caring.

So any one tries to dump innocent people out of planes, the door simply will not open. Magic it is called. Its already happened. And it will not happen again.

Anyway for all the 007 Peirces that can stab so hard it hurts and heals at the same time.

This one is for you.

Thank you!

Lets really bust a move on that intuition. Its a life saver.

Man we are so so so so so so lucky today!!!

I couldn't be more thank ful!!

All of our military and cops that are ready and qualified and remember how to rescue from bunkers.

We need y'all. Don't forget to stay safe and well.

And our essientals and just our stay homers.

And beach goers.

[heartfullyferal]

scream trilogy sentence meme

heads up: huge triggers for graphic/violent language, multiple nsfw themes, some mentions of drugs, and of course murder and horror.

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"movies don't create psychos. movies make psychos more creative!"

"did you really call the police?"

"my mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me!"

"guess who just called the police and reported your sorry motherfucking ass!"

"you already cut me too deep."

"i think i'm dying here, man!"

"the police are on their way. what are you going to tell them?"

"peer pressure. i'm far too sensitive."

"i'm going to rip you up, bitch."

"there are certain RULES that one must abide by in order to successfully survive a horror movie. for instance, number one; you can never have sex."

"sex equals death, okay?"

"never, ever, ever under any circumstances say, "i'll be right back." because you won't be back."

"i'll be right back."

"see, you push the laws and you end up dead."

"you hang up on me again and i'll gut you like a fish!"

"do you like scary movies?"

"what's your favorite scary movie?"

"my name isn't jesus."

"i never thought i'd be so happy to be a virgin."

"careful. This is the moment when the supposedly dead killer comes back to life, for one last scare."

"EVERYBODY'S A SUSPECT!"

"i wanna see breasts."

"if you were the only suspect in a senseless bloodbath - would you be standing in the horror section?"

"this is life. this isn't a movie."

"it's all a movie. it's all one great big movie."

"that woman was a slut-bag whore who flashed her shit all over town like she was sharon stone or somethin'."

"maternal abandonment causes serious deviant behavior."

"it certainly fucked you up."

"it made you have sex with a psychopath."

"i don't really believe in motives."

"you're not a virgin. now you got to die. those are the rules."

"it's a scream, baby!"

"it's called tact, you fuck-rag."

"you are much prettier in person."

"who am i? the beer wench?"

"fairness would be to rip your insides out and hang you from a tree so we can expose you for the heartless, desensitized little shits that you are!"

"i will totally protect you. yo, i am so buff, i got you covered, girl."

"well, you're not going to be alone any more, right? if you pee, i pee. is that clear?"

"wait, i thought we were going to go out."

"i didn't kill anybody."

"i ought to gut your ass in a second, kid."

"it's all part of the game."

"why don't you wanna talk to me?"

"how does it feel to be almost brutally butchered?"

"i am two seconds away from calling the police!"

"if they make a movie about all this, who would play you?"

"what do I have to do to prove to you that I'm not a killer?"

"you make me so sick. your entire havoc-inducing, thieving, whoring generation disgusts me."

"never, ever, under any circumstances, assume the killer is dead."

"prank calls are a criminal offense prosecuted under penal code 653M."

"i'd let the geek get the girl."

"bitch, hang up the phone and star-69 his ass!"

"you can't blame real life violence on entertainment."

"life is life. it doesn't imitate anything."

"hey, you'd better check your conscience at the door sweetie. I'm not here to be loved."

"no matter how hard you try you'll never be the hero and you'll never ever get the girl."

"i'm gonna get some donuts, some prozac; see if i can find some crack."

"how do you know that my dimwitted inexperience isn't merely a subtle form of manipulation, used to lower people's expectations, thereby enhancing my ability to effectively maneuver within any given situation?"

"if she's not a killer, she's a target."

"just wait until the trial. it's gonna rock!"

"it's not wise to patronize me with a gun."

"now i'm gonna do what any rational human being would do and that is to get the fuck outta here."

"stupid people go back! smart people run! we're smart people, so we should just get the fuck outta here!"

"why do you always answer a question with a question?"

"drink with your brains, that's our motto."

"i am gonna fucking kill you! FUCKING KILL YOU! you are dead! DEAD!"

"don't you know history repeats itself?"

"no, it's not just a movie. it's a true story."

"can't we just go back to our pseudo-quasi existence?"

"psychos can't kill what they can't find."

"god why don't stop your whining and get on with it. i've heard all this shit before."

"why don't you take some fucking responsibility?"

"i know what it's like to see ghosts that don't go away, to be watching a scary movie in your head, whether you want to or not, watching it alone."

"dude, i think she likes me. did you see how she was looking at me?"

"i know where you're going, you're gonna get her some flowers and candy, right? huh?"

[cleverwitched-archive]

scream trilogy sentence meme

heads up: huge triggers for graphic/violent language, multiple nsfw themes, some mentions of drugs, and of course murder and horror.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"movies don't create psychos. movies make psychos more creative!"

"did you really call the police?"

"my mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me!"

"guess who just called the police and reported your sorry motherfucking ass!"

"you already cut me too deep."

"i think i'm dying here, man!"

"the police are on their way. what are you going to tell them?"

"peer pressure. i'm far too sensitive."

"i'm going to rip you up, bitch."

"there are certain RULES that one must abide by in order to successfully survive a horror movie. for instance, number one; you can never have sex."

"sex equals death, okay?"

"never, ever, ever under any circumstances say, "i'll be right back." because you won't be back."

"i'll be right back."

"see, you push the laws and you end up dead."

"you hang up on me again and i'll gut you like a fish!"

"do you like scary movies?"

"what's your favorite scary movie?"

"my name isn't jesus."

"i never thought i'd be so happy to be a virgin."

"careful. This is the moment when the supposedly dead killer comes back to life, for one last scare."

"EVERYBODY'S A SUSPECT!"

"i wanna see breasts."

"if you were the only suspect in a senseless bloodbath - would you be standing in the horror section?"

"this is life. this isn't a movie."

"it's all a movie. it's all one great big movie."

"that woman was a slut-bag whore who flashed her shit all over town like she was sharon stone or somethin'."

"maternal abandonment causes serious deviant behavior."

"it certainly fucked you up."

"it made you have sex with a psychopath."

"i don't really believe in motives."

"you're not a virgin. now you got to die. those are the rules."

"it's a scream, baby!"

"it's called tact, you fuck-rag."

"you are much prettier in person."

"who am i? the beer wench?"

"fairness would be to rip your insides out and hang you from a tree so we can expose you for the heartless, desensitized little shits that you are!"

"i will totally protect you. yo, i am so buff, i got you covered, girl."

"well, you're not going to be alone any more, right? if you pee, i pee. is that clear?"

"wait, i thought we were going to go out."

"i didn't kill anybody."

"i ought to gut your ass in a second, kid."

"it's all part of the game."

"why don't you wanna talk to me?"

"how does it feel to be almost brutally butchered?"

"i am two seconds away from calling the police!"

"if they make a movie about all this, who would play you?"

"what do I have to do to prove to you that I'm not a killer?"

"you make me so sick. your entire havoc-inducing, thieving, whoring generation disgusts me."

"never, ever, under any circumstances, assume the killer is dead."

"prank calls are a criminal offense prosecuted under penal code 653M."

"i'd let the geek get the girl."

"bitch, hang up the phone and star-69 his ass!"

"you can't blame real life violence on entertainment."

"life is life. it doesn't imitate anything."

"hey, you'd better check your conscience at the door sweetie. I'm not here to be loved."

"no matter how hard you try you'll never be the hero and you'll never ever get the girl."

"i'm gonna get some donuts, some prozac; see if i can find some crack."

"how do you know that my dimwitted inexperience isn't merely a subtle form of manipulation, used to lower people's expectations, thereby enhancing my ability to effectively maneuver within any given situation?"

"if she's not a killer, she's a target."

"just wait until the trial. it's gonna rock!"

"it's not wise to patronize me with a gun."

"now i'm gonna do what any rational human being would do and that is to get the fuck outta here."

"stupid people go back! smart people run! we're smart people, so we should just get the fuck outta here!"

"why do you always answer a question with a question?"

"drink with your brains, that's our motto."

"i am gonna fucking kill you! FUCKING KILL YOU! you are dead! DEAD!"

"don't you know history repeats itself?"

"no, it's not just a movie. it's a true story."

"can't we just go back to our pseudo-quasi existence?"

"psychos can't kill what they can't find."

"god why don't stop your whining and get on with it. i've heard all this shit before."

"why don't you take some fucking responsibility?"

"i know what it's like to see ghosts that don't go away, to be watching a scary movie in your head, whether you want to or not, watching it alone."

"dude, i think she likes me. did you see how she was looking at me?"

"i know where you're going, you're gonna get her some flowers and candy, right? huh?"

[cleverwitched-archive]

scream trilogy sentence meme

heads up: huge triggers for graphic/violent language, multiple nsfw themes, some mentions of drugs, and of course murder and horror.

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"movies don't create psychos. movies make psychos more creative!"

"did you really call the police?"

"my mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me!"

"guess who just called the police and reported your sorry motherfucking ass!"

"you already cut me too deep."

"i think i'm dying here, man!"

"the police are on their way. what are you going to tell them?"

"peer pressure. i'm far too sensitive."

"i'm going to rip you up, bitch."

"there are certain RULES that one must abide by in order to successfully survive a horror movie. for instance, number one; you can never have sex."

"sex equals death, okay?"

"never, ever, ever under any circumstances say, "i'll be right back." because you won't be back."

"i'll be right back."

"see, you push the laws and you end up dead."

"you hang up on me again and i'll gut you like a fish!"

"do you like scary movies?"

"what's your favorite scary movie?"

"my name isn't jesus."

"i never thought i'd be so happy to be a virgin."

"careful. This is the moment when the supposedly dead killer comes back to life, for one last scare."

"EVERYBODY'S A SUSPECT!"

"i wanna see breasts."

"if you were the only suspect in a senseless bloodbath - would you be standing in the horror section?"

"this is life. this isn't a movie."

"it's all a movie. it's all one great big movie."

"that woman was a slut-bag whore who flashed her shit all over town like she was sharon stone or somethin'."

"maternal abandonment causes serious deviant behavior."

"it certainly fucked you up."

"it made you have sex with a psychopath."

"i don't really believe in motives."

"you're not a virgin. now you got to die. those are the rules."

"it's a scream, baby!"

"it's called tact, you fuck-rag."

"you are much prettier in person."

"who am i? the beer wench?"

"fairness would be to rip your insides out and hang you from a tree so we can expose you for the heartless, desensitized little shits that you are!"

"i will totally protect you. yo, i am so buff, i got you covered, girl."

"well, you're not going to be alone any more, right? if you pee, i pee. is that clear?"

"wait, i thought we were going to go out."

"i didn't kill anybody."

"i ought to gut your ass in a second, kid."

"it's all part of the game."

"why don't you wanna talk to me?"

"how does it feel to be almost brutally butchered?"

"i am two seconds away from calling the police!"

"if they make a movie about all this, who would play you?"

"what do I have to do to prove to you that I'm not a killer?"

"you make me so sick. your entire havoc-inducing, thieving, whoring generation disgusts me."

"never, ever, under any circumstances, assume the killer is dead."

"prank calls are a criminal offense prosecuted under penal code 653M."

"i'd let the geek get the girl."

"bitch, hang up the phone and star-69 his ass!"

"you can't blame real life violence on entertainment."

"life is life. it doesn't imitate anything."

"hey, you'd better check your conscience at the door sweetie. I'm not here to be loved."

"no matter how hard you try you'll never be the hero and you'll never ever get the girl."

"i'm gonna get some donuts, some prozac; see if i can find some crack."

"how do you know that my dimwitted inexperience isn't merely a subtle form of manipulation, used to lower people's expectations, thereby enhancing my ability to effectively maneuver within any given situation?"

"if she's not a killer, she's a target."

"just wait until the trial. it's gonna rock!"

"it's not wise to patronize me with a gun."

"now i'm gonna do what any rational human being would do and that is to get the fuck outta here."

"stupid people go back! smart people run! we're smart people, so we should just get the fuck outta here!"

"why do you always answer a question with a question?"

"drink with your brains, that's our motto."

"i am gonna fucking kill you! FUCKING KILL YOU! you are dead! DEAD!"

"don't you know history repeats itself?"

"no, it's not just a movie. it's a true story."

"can't we just go back to our pseudo-quasi existence?"

"psychos can't kill what they can't find."

"god why don't stop your whining and get on with it. i've heard all this shit before."

"why don't you take some fucking responsibility?"

"i know what it's like to see ghosts that don't go away, to be watching a scary movie in your head, whether you want to or not, watching it alone."

"dude, i think she likes me. did you see how she was looking at me?"

"i know where you're going, you're gonna get her some flowers and candy, right? huh?"

[heartfullyferal]

scream trilogy sentence meme

heads up: huge triggers for graphic/violent language, multiple nsfw themes, some mentions of drugs, and of course murder and horror.

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"movies don't create psychos. movies make psychos more creative!"

"did you really call the police?"

"my mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me!"

"guess who just called the police and reported your sorry motherfucking ass!"

"you already cut me too deep."

"i think i'm dying here, man!"

"the police are on their way. what are you going to tell them?"

"peer pressure. i'm far too sensitive."

"i'm going to rip you up, bitch."

"there are certain RULES that one must abide by in order to successfully survive a horror movie. for instance, number one; you can never have sex."

"sex equals death, okay?"

"never, ever, ever under any circumstances say, "i'll be right back." because you won't be back."

"i'll be right back."

"see, you push the laws and you end up dead."

"you hang up on me again and i'll gut you like a fish!"

"do you like scary movies?"

"what's your favorite scary movie?"

"my name isn't jesus."

"i never thought i'd be so happy to be a virgin."

"careful. This is the moment when the supposedly dead killer comes back to life, for one last scare."

"EVERYBODY'S A SUSPECT!"

"i wanna see breasts."

"if you were the only suspect in a senseless bloodbath - would you be standing in the horror section?"

"this is life. this isn't a movie."

"it's all a movie. it's all one great big movie."

"that woman was a slut-bag whore who flashed her shit all over town like she was sharon stone or somethin'."

"maternal abandonment causes serious deviant behavior."

"it certainly fucked you up."

"it made you have sex with a psychopath."

"i don't really believe in motives."

"you're not a virgin. now you got to die. those are the rules."

"it's a scream, baby!"

"it's called tact, you fuck-rag."

"you are much prettier in person."

"who am i? the beer wench?"

"fairness would be to rip your insides out and hang you from a tree so we can expose you for the heartless, desensitized little shits that you are!"

"i will totally protect you. yo, i am so buff, i got you covered, girl."

"well, you're not going to be alone any more, right? if you pee, i pee. is that clear?"

"wait, i thought we were going to go out."

"i didn't kill anybody."

"i ought to gut your ass in a second, kid."

"it's all part of the game."

"why don't you wanna talk to me?"

"how does it feel to be almost brutally butchered?"

"i am two seconds away from calling the police!"

"if they make a movie about all this, who would play you?"

"what do I have to do to prove to you that I'm not a killer?"

"you make me so sick. your entire havoc-inducing, thieving, whoring generation disgusts me."

"never, ever, under any circumstances, assume the killer is dead."

"prank calls are a criminal offense prosecuted under penal code 653M."

"i'd let the geek get the girl."

"bitch, hang up the phone and star-69 his ass!"

"you can't blame real life violence on entertainment."

"life is life. it doesn't imitate anything."

"hey, you'd better check your conscience at the door sweetie. I'm not here to be loved."

"no matter how hard you try you'll never be the hero and you'll never ever get the girl."

"i'm gonna get some donuts, some prozac; see if i can find some crack."

"how do you know that my dimwitted inexperience isn't merely a subtle form of manipulation, used to lower people's expectations, thereby enhancing my ability to effectively maneuver within any given situation?"

"if she's not a killer, she's a target."

"just wait until the trial. it's gonna rock!"

"it's not wise to patronize me with a gun."

"now i'm gonna do what any rational human being would do and that is to get the fuck outta here."

"stupid people go back! smart people run! we're smart people, so we should just get the fuck outta here!"

"why do you always answer a question with a question?"

"drink with your brains, that's our motto."

"i am gonna fucking kill you! FUCKING KILL YOU! you are dead! DEAD!"

"don't you know history repeats itself?"

"no, it's not just a movie. it's a true story."

"can't we just go back to our pseudo-quasi existence?"

"psychos can't kill what they can't find."

"god why don't stop your whining and get on with it. i've heard all this shit before."

"why don't you take some fucking responsibility?"

"i know what it's like to see ghosts that don't go away, to be watching a scary movie in your head, whether you want to or not, watching it alone."

"dude, i think she likes me. did you see how she was looking at me?"

"i know where you're going, you're gonna get her some flowers and candy, right? huh?"