#22:38

[glittlecloud]

No tomaré más para que no me den la lata.

Como si fuera wna. Como si no fuera responsable toda la vida. Ni siquiera fumo.

Es mi culpa. Siempre traté de no tomar tanto, de que no me vean borracha o me escuchen vomitar. En algún momento me dió igual lo que pensaran y quería sentirme bien, pasarla bien. No es que me guste el trago. Lo que me gusta es el sentimiento cuando te sube el alcohol y te despreocupas de las cosas serias, pero nunca al punto de borrarme o que me tuvieran que cuidar.

Siempre trato de tomar lo justo para estar conciente de lo que pasa, de cuánto tengo que pagar, de llevar las cosas, de siempre ver si están todas, de querer o no bailar con alguien, de mensajear "ya voy" "llegué", de compartir mi ubicación.

Y no, nunca fue de mona. Para eso haría más cosas que tomar.

Entiendo que el mundo es una mierda, que hay violadores en cada esquina, en los autos, en las personas que parecen buenas. Pero no por eso me tienen que hacer sentir irresponsable e una idiota porque me subí "borrada" al auto, siendo que ni me vió o que ni siquiera me retó el que si lo hizo. Y la otra que se mete cuando ni me ve al otro día y solo me hace burla cuando le contaaaaron que estuve con caña. Que diga que bueno, que nunca más. Nunca más qué?? Sabría perfectamente si me pasé de la mano en la noche anterior, ya que controlo cada puto movimiento para ser la hija ideal y que justamente no me reclamen por nada y no se sientan avergonzados de mi.

Seguro más adelante lo entenderé y recuerde que era de lo más infantil por molestarme por esto.

Pero ahora no lo aguanto, me enoja y más cuando no puedo porque...

NO

TENGO

PORQUÉ

ENOJARME.

[soaringeaglesingingjoy]

‭‭Matthew‬ ‭22:37‭-‬38‬ ‭NLT‬‬

[37] Jesus replied, “‘You must love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul, and all your mind.’ [38] This is the first and greatest commandment.

https://bible.com/bible/116/mat.22.37.NLT

[catwyk]

travel doodles part 2!!!! notes and info below if youre interested :]

link to part 1

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picture 1: the cairn maiden!!! i drew her veil on whiteboard ONCE and im obsessed w shading thin drapery now. tbh im just obsessed w drapery

picture 2: headshots of faulkner, roemont, carpenter, and shrue that very much leave something to be desired, but im including them anyway

picture 3: faulkner comforting his father during ep 38 (best s3 episode)

picture 4: PYJAMA FAULKNER !!!! also during ep 38

picture 5: wallace, faulkner and thurrocks attempting to contact the endless drear in ep 22 (best s2 episode). again this leaves somethig to be desired but whooo cares maybe ill adapt it digitally

picture 6: very rough 2-panel comic of faulkner stealing carpenter's pancakes. there was gonna be a third panel where she stabs him with a fork but i fucked it up so badly i had to rip out the whole page. the text reads "couldnt care less" // "still waiting for his food"

picture 7: drawn most of the way through listening to season 3, and you can tell bc im just desparate for carpenter and faulkner to have a happy moment :( this is them going out for coffee together (the text shows that carp has a cappuccino and faulk has a hot chocolate)

picture 8: young em and carpenter playing in the white gull, trying not to fall in :] better times all round. this is another one i wanna digitize

picture 9: an older em and carpenter, where em is cleaning her scraped knee. his speech bubble reads "stop kicking your damn leg."

[thedailyvio]

Day 299 - 305

WIP Below:

[zhansww]

In December 1936, I was assigned to go back to Shanghai under a different identity to meet comrade Guyan, an undercover party member. Over there, we will work together to create a new financial legend.

[royalarchivist]

Speaker: How are you feeling heading into this first game?

Baghera: Very tired, but I can't wait, I'm very happy with the team, it's a crazy international team it's very- [Crowd screams]

[kylegallnerfangirl]

happy birthday kyle gallner!!!!!!!

[beesbeesbees42]

Every instance of One I could find in the new episode!!!

[abirdie]

Gael García Bernal in Fidel (2002, dir. David Attwood)

Gifs are all 540px wide so you can click to see larger.

[other gael filmography gifsets]

[rungian]

Oh boy oh boy they're finally done, and just in time for the 78th anniversary too!

Pride of the Furness Railway, the K2 Larger Seagulls will get you where you need to go come hell or high water. Why not steam down to Barrow, or take a relaxing summer trip up through the hills to Windermere?

Featuring Edward in his original livery alongside the brothers he would leave behind.

[clairebearsparkles]

The homophobic vase and Catch 22

So in my senior year of high school I had to pick a book from a list and read it, and I chose the book Catch 22. Now I'm going to be honest I only read the first 70 pages or so so I don't know the whole thing, but I did learn what a catch 22 is if someone were to reference something being a catch 22.

So, in mag 38 when the vase creature took the book, I started wondering why the reference to Catch 22 specifically, and I figured it out. The way the vase affects memories creates a catch 22.

In the book the way it is explained that I felt made sense to me was this: The setting of the book is the military, and within the book they make it clear there's a distinct notion that if you want to be in the military you must be insane because it sucks. The only way to leave the army is by proving insanity, but by asking to leave you are proving you are sane because sane people would ask to leave, since we already said the insane would want to stay. It's a catch 22, a situation with no escape because it has two conflicting conditions.

The vase takes an item the main owner knew existed, but once the item is missing anyone else other than him does not remember it existing. So it puts into question the existence of the object in the first place, you have a memory of it so it must have existed, but you can no longer find it and anyone you ask about it says it doesn't exist anymore, so it couldn't have existed despite you remembering it existed.

The vase stealing a copy of Catch 22 is a catch 22.

[angelsanarchy]

Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 22 -> CH 23

Tagging:@roryculkinluvr@thatsthewrongwallcraig@icarus-star @cc-luvr @madamemaximoff06@shady-the-simp @quicksilversg1rl @s-0lar @kristennero-wallacewellsver@ophelialaufey @mayathepsychic1999 @x-prettyboy-x @rorylover71 @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27

TW: Mutual Masturbation, Fingering, Jerking Off

Jack had gone home and practically paced waiting for Y/n to call. He knew she wasn't coming around until later but he was excited to spend time with her. He watched the clock and tried to work on a few pages to pass the time but once he heard the knock at the front door, he practically broke his foot trying to run down the steps.

"Hey! Sorry I'm late, I didn't want to come straight over in my scrubs." Y/n let herself in and looked freshly showered but exhausted.

"That's fine, we can play it low key tonight and actually go out when you get a day off." Jack smiled gesturing towards the living room. She plopped down on one side of the couch and Jack followed suit on the opposite end. He had already ordered food and told her to get comfortable. She noticed he had his laptop sitting on the coffee table and gestured towards it.

"How's the writing going?" She asked kicking her shoes off so she could rest her feet on the couch next to Jack's leg.

"It's going pretty well, I had to keep myself busy today so I got a few pages written." Jack confessed making Y/n smile.

"Can I read some of it?" She asked carefully. Jack hesitated for a moment before passing her the laptop. He watched her read the pages, taking a mental note of her eyes scanning the words and chewing on her lip.

"Jack...this is really good. I mean it's dark as hell and I know it's supposed to be about your life but it's really good." Y/n looked up from the laptop and Jack's eyebrows went up.

"You think so? I mean it's a first draft but-" Y/n leaned the screen down to look at Jack.

"Shut up and take the compliment." She moved to sit next to him and scrolled through his pages to point things out

"I love how the story teller is framing these events in his life as small signs of what's to come. As if his path was predetermined by the actions of his father, an avalanche of tragedy." Jack just stared at her in amazement. He moved towards her to kiss her but the sound of the doorbell stopped him. Y/n laughed realizing he was going to kiss her.

"Should have ordered the food a little sooner." She smirked. He pushed up from the couch and grabbed the food. They fell into comfortable conversation about random things from the book to the chaos his appearance at her work caused. Jack had no regrets and was glad that there were people who kept her mind on him throughout the day.

"You're such a cocky punk. You knew my boss was going to eat you up with a spoon." Y/n shoved Jack with her foot and he caught it with his hands.

"How could I possibly know your boss was an older woman? I just do really well with older women." Jack bragged rubbing her feet. He could see that it was providing relief and kept massaging her foot.

"Now you're just distracting me with a nice...foot massage. Fuck your hands are strong." She hissed.

"Am I hurting you?" He stopped and she narrowed her eyes at him.

"No it feels great, don't stop." Jack laughed continuing to rub her feet.

"This is not what I thought I would be doing for you to say that." Jack teased. Y/n let out a laugh and rested her head on the back of the couch to look at him.

"Yeah? I take it the new meds are treating you well?" Y/n asked making Jack nod.

"I haven't started them yet. I'm afraid I won't be able to get off now if I change them now." Jack explained and Y/n shook her head.

"I can always take my shirt off if you're feeling repressed. Don't sacrifice your sanity and sleep for an orgasm, Jack." She sat up on her elbows and he laughed.

"Honestly I'm not even sure it would work if I tried to fuck anyone. For now, it works for me exclusively." Jack felt comfortable talking to Y/n about these sorts of things. He didn't know if it was because he was attracted to her or if it was because they had talked openly about the medications.

"Well then lets test it out." Y/n pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. Jack stopped rubbing her feet, allowing her to pull her legs back towards herself so she could unbutton her jeans and slid them just below her ass.

"Does this make you uncomfortable?" Y/n asked partially exposed. Jack could feel his dick stiffen and he shook his head, unbuttoning his jeans and show her the tent that was in his boxers.

"Not anymore." He said rubbing his cock on top of the fabric.

"You might want to take your shirt off...in the event you cum, I'd hate for you to stain one of your emo shirts." Y/n teased putting her fingers in her mouth. Jack can see her pussy as she pushes her panties to the side to finger herself. One hand pinched her nipples as she continued to play with her clit. He was so hard now, all he could do was stroke himself. Watching Y/n's fingers move in and out of her glistening pussy made him think about what it would feel like to have her ride him right here on the couch, her tits bouncing in his face as she fucked herself on his cock. He groaned freeing his cock, spitting on his hand and mixing that with the precum on the tip so he could have the feeling of skin to skin contact.

"Your cock looks even better when its hard. I fucking knew it would." Y/n bit her lip adding a third finger and letting her head fall back.

"Fuck..you can't...you can't say shit like that or I'm going to cum entirely too soon." Jack complained stroking himself faster.

"I wasn't aware we were being timed. I'm going to get off, when I get off." Y/n laughed watching Jack's chest rise and fall trying to catch his breath.

"Fuck I want to cum on your tits so bad." Jack said jaw dropping slightly staring at her tits bouncing with her rigorous hand movements. She used her free hand to pop the front of the bra open letting her tits spill out.

"Oh fuck." Jack moaned. He couldn't help but want to bury his face between them. Y/n continued to whine loudly and Jack wanted to be the one who pulled those sounds from her.

"Don't be shy Jack. I want to hear you." Y/n begged.

"I want to fuck you into this couch. I want to cum inside of you until it's running down your legs. I want to feel you cum around my cock." Y/n moaned Jack's name as she found her release, rubbing her clit and making her knees jump together as she pushed herself to keep touching sensitive bits. Jack could feel his orgasm building, eyes shut trying to get there. He was afraid if he got distracted he would embarrass himself and be unable to cum.

"Jack...open your eyes and look at me. I want you to look at me when you cum. I want you to know that the next time you cum, it will be down my throat." Jack watched Y/n take her wet fingers and put them in her mouth.

"Fuck!" Jack cried milking his cock until he was cumming all over the front of his shirt, almost hitting his neck. He slowed his hand down, feeling the jump of the sensitive tip as he grazed it.

It was silent for a few moments as they both looked at each other and started laughing.

"You're a fucking freak." Jack shook his head.

"And you love every second of it." Y/n stuck her tongue out at him.

"You also should have taken your shirt off." She reminded him pointing at the cum that was already starting to dry on his black shirt. She leaned forward to crawl towards him on the couch and Jack worried she might try to go for a second round.

"No worries, I'm not pushing the boundaries. I just wanted to give you something." Y/n leaned forward and kissed Jack carefully not to startle him of make him anxious. She let her tongue run along his own before pulling away.

"I wanted to say thanks and congratulations on the orgasm. It was great." She smiled in his face and he returned it.

"I also wanted to give you a little taste of what you're in for if you're down for a second date." Jack could taste her on his tongue and nodded.

"Is the first date already over?" He asked curiously and she laughed putting her head down for a moment.

"I don't want to make you feel cheap but if I don't go home now, I'll be too tired to walk home." She explained. Jack knew how tired she was and this probably only made it worse.

"It's okay. I completely understand." Jack put himself back in his jeans and watched Y/n pull her shirt over her head, not bothering to put her bra back on. He walked her to the door and she turned to look at him.

"This was a lot of fun Jack. I'm glad I said yes to a first date." Y/n smiled sweetly at him and he blushed.

"I'm pretty glad you said yes too. Let me know when you get home." Jack said rolling his eyes knowing that she was going to make a smartass remark about being across the street. She kissed his cheek and gave his hand a squeeze before walking out the door. Jack watched her walk down the drive and towards her house before shutting the door and running his hands down his face trying to take in what had just happened. He couldn't help but smile thinking about the night as a whole. He hadn't remembered having that much fun in one night with someone ever. He ran his hands down his shirt and felt his cum streak down his shirt more.

"Dammit." He cussed at himself knowing this shirt wasn't ruined but knowing he would get hard every time he wore it.

[coconut530]

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[jtl-fics]

Back to my refusing to make decisions bs: may I have a dealers choice for this wip Wednesday (thank you happy turkey day you are the coolest) (ps I’m also a dad in spirit and show up to airports way earlier than necessary)

WIP Wednesday - 11/22/23 (Closed) | Dealer's Choice: Pretty Boy

He wants to pull the bandage off and look at the damage fully again but Abby had long complained about his habit and it wasn't as if the image of it wasn't seared into Andrew's mind. Instead he reaches out and touches the bandage with fingers that have learned to be gentle.

"Don't do this again." he says.

"'snot like I moved in front of Kevin to take the hit. I just forgot to move myself out of the way." Neil argues eyes closed

"Move yourself out of the way first." Andrew's fingers trail to Neil's cheek thumb finding the familiar texture of Neil's burns in the dark.

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