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suchababie · 3 years ago

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I posted 38,961 times in 2021

1019 posts created (3%)

37942 posts reblogged (97%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 37.2 posts.

I added 19,231 tags in 2021

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#my sole purpose of existence is being here on tumblr simping for white men who are either fictional or dont know who i am in real life lmao

My Top Posts in 2021

hii, can you please rec some tony stark fanfic blogs?

Omg hiiii!!!! Of course!!! I’d gladly rec you some of tony stark fanfic writers out hereeee @kamalahkhan

And i just wanna add, the exact reason why i joined this hellsite last year is to come and search for more tony stark fanfics ahahahaha 💓💓💓💓

This list may change if i ever miss some blogs :))) i would like to apologize if i ever miss someone but when i do remember i will immediately put an addition here edited 11/1/21

@letsby , @mostly-marvel-musings , @another-stark-sub @patheticallysentimental @boop-le-snoot @slothspaghettiwrites @slut4tonystark , @tonystarkscumslutz @buckyownsmylife ‘s let me try fic @russiandoll-from-brooklyn ‘s just once part 1 and 2 , @sherrybaby14 , @shewhohangsoutincemeteries ,@avengerscompound also known as @emilyevanston , @canumoveurseatup-no @thran-duils has some dark tony fics @darsynia @bolontiku @ironlady1993 has some tony stark dark fics @heavenbarnes has some short tony drabbles also her three-part fic ‘Battle of the Egos’ is 😩💜💜

I just know there are a lot of tony stark fanfic writers out there. I’m sorry i’m limited w these bc my brain has a short memory storage sksksksk

To the wonderful blogs that I have tagged, maybe you can lend me a hand in here?? ☺️☺️☺️☺️💓💓💓💓💓

139 notes • Posted 2021-10-14 14:32:27 GMT

Thank you @pepper-stark for the tag! 😄🥰✨💕

Rules: Name 7 comfort films and tag 7 people

In no particular order

Clueless

The Craft

Mean Girls

10 Things I Hate About You

The Breakfast Club

Miss Congeniality 1 and 2

Before Sunrise

Captain America : The Winter Soldier

BONUS (SORRY I CANT HELP IT):

•Thor: Ragnarok

•Legally Blonde

•White Chicks

Tagging! @babyboibucky @bitchassbucky @sarge-barnes-sir @yeet-me-out-tonight @mariestark @bloggingfromherbed @msmarvelwrites @countonthesun @lookiamtrying @whoth3hellisbucky

LMAO i went pass the limit 😌 its ok tho

ALSO anyone can join!!! I suck at tagging games in general

178 notes • Posted 2021-05-19 12:32:48 GMT

Frank Adler x reader

A short impromptu drabble based on this post and this gif below eheheheh deleted the other post so that it won’t disturb the OP

Also there might be changes bc as i said, impromptu 😂 never planned this. An idea just came out from my head looking at this gif

Oh my god this gif is giving me thots

18+ under the cut (just a short impromptu imagine. Not edited lmao) please like, rb and comment if you like it :)))

Imagine teasing frank by sending provocative pictures of yourself with your sweetest innocent face and then he texts back saying ‘I’ll be there in 10 minutes. I expect you to lay in your back, legs spread with your panties and my shirt on.’ You got all excited that you quickly took off your shorts and positioned yourself in the bed the way he liked.

By the time you heard the front door slam, you can feel your panties pool with your wetness as you gripped the bed sheets at the sides. He isn’t there in the room yet and yet you’re so turned on by the thought of your Frank seeing you vulnerable like this. You just wanted nothing but all of him. It’s what it matters to you right now.

You were so preoccupied with your filthy thoughts that you didn’t know he was already by the bedroom door, eyes endeavoring your sweet body spread out on the sheet and lips smirking. “You’re in it for a wild ride, sweetheart.”

199 notes • Posted 2021-09-07 17:00:19 GMT

Thots +18 under the cut. This is my first ever smut posted on Tumblr! Finally able to post it!!! And ngl i’m nervous ahahaha :) (tbh i feel nauseous of how nervous i am) . Shoutout to @bemine-bucky, @borikenlove, and @spicynudlesoup who witnessed the thirst I had for him that time lmao. Instead of Chris Evans RPF, I made it to Ari Levinson bc i love him

Pairing: Ari Levinson x reader

word count: 1,079

WARNINGS: NOT BETA’D. ALL OF THE MISTAKES ARE MY OWN.18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. D/S dynamics, light dry humping if you squint, breath play (light choking), petnames, light degradation, language, allusions to punishment and smut. I think that’s it? please let me know if there are anymore warning that i didn’t include.

I give no permission to repost this work to any other media outlets. If you like it, reblogs are also very much appreciated. Comments are also a very good plus! <3

Imagine being a little lonely in a small house you and your boyfriend Ari shared, home near the beach where you can hear the birds chirping loudly as they try to hunt for fish and the soft and peaceful sea crashing along the shore. Ari told you that he was a little busy like usual, planning for his next mission in god knows where. He was dedicated to his work because he loved helping those who are in need, you understand that and you loved that for him, but you didn’t like it when he was too much invested in it and left you alone on your own.

You were his very supportive, understanding, and loving girlfriend. You were his very good girlfriend. You always take care of him, obedient to him. But this time, it was getting on your nerves. You had enough for being good for him, and you wanted to be rebellious once in a while.

So you threw into a cute pleated mini skirt that you bought a few days ago, a pair of cream colored knee socks that had ruffles decorated around your knees, and your favorite shirt, his worn out patterned white shirt that you twisted the front of it and tied, making it look like a crop top. You checked yourself in the mirror and put on your best bambi look, the look that Ari couldn’t resist.

You prepared some light snacks for him since it was still in the middle of the afternoon. You placed the food on the tray. Your sock clad feet softly padded against the cold floor as you grip the wooden tray tightly. You were a little nervous that this stunt was going to happen. How would Ari react? This was very unusual for you to do this; to defy him a little. Your mind raced with different kinds of scenarios which made your stomach churn lightly, yet your pussy had a mind of its own, she was already throbbing. You could feel your arousal seeping through your panties.

You were now in front of the door where Ari was in. Rustling of papers and his raspy voice that sounded like he was on call, you can hear his deep raspy voice behind the door which made your lower region tingle in anticipation and your toes curl. You took a deep breath, mumbling under your breath that you could do it before your already sweaty hand reached for the knob and twisted clockwise.

The door flew open, which made Ari startle by its creaking hinges. He looked at you, narrowing his eyes as you strutted inside, ignoring his daggers through the back of your skull as you made your way to the coffee table.

“Sir, I have to call you back,” he said to the phone and without hearing the receiver, he immediately ended it and tossed the device to the piled papers.

“The hell do you think you’re doing?” Ari gritted his teeth, his arms folded against his chest as you still ignored him, but you could feel your heart beating a little harder against your rib cage. You bent your upper body down a little, making your little skirt rise a little as you slowly placed the tray on the table.

You bit your lip with a smile when you heard a breath hitched behind you. You could tell that he could already see your open slit panties beneath the godforsaken skirt; your pretty petals had its own heartbeat with your own nectar coating around it, begging for it to be touched and sucked.

“Son of a bitch.” Ari muttered under his breath, his hands turned into fists and he didn't waste time. He strutted towards you, wrapped his arm around your waist and his other hand on your neck. “Don’t. Fucking. Move.” He punctuated every word, each word had him rutting his already tented crotch against your ass, no doubt the crotch of his jeans coated with your sweet arousal that had leaked already in your inner thighs to the tight muscle of your as. You whimpered, because you were so turned on and also you were a little scared of what he would do to you.

Ari had his chin resting on your shoulder, and he smirked. He barely even touched you, but he could already hear you panting. He felt bad for you just a tiny bit, because he was so busy with work that he neglected his precious girl. Right now, his precious girl was being a bad girl.

He tutted, tightening his grip on your neck a little that had you gripping his strong forearm. “Have I been neglecting you, sweetheart?” He asked, his breath tickled your ear and his beard that you absolutely loved stroked against your jaw, leaving prickles against your skin that had your hands gripping firmly on his arm.

“Answer me.” He growled, releasing a grip a little and tightening it again. He was playing with you, like a doll that you are. “Yes.” You managed to squeak, tears in your eyes threatened to spill, not because he was hurting you; but because you wanted him to use you.

“It’s been a week, Ari.” You sniffed. You can feel him smiling against your ear. “Well, why didn’t you say so, honey?”

He released his grip from your neck and your waist, pushing you harshly towards the

Couch that led you to stumble and land on the cushion on your knees.

“Bend over.” He commanded and you know better than to disobey him. You obliged, bending over that your chest reached the back of the couch’s back pillows and your knees were slightly raised from the cushion. You jerked a little when you felt his warm fingers touch the back of your exposed thighs, skimming the skin lightly like he was touching a delicate virgin, even if you were very far from one.

“You wanna be a slut?” He rhetorically asked, you just kept your mouth shut with your hands gripping the pillow tightly and your legs almost giving out.

“I’ll fucking treat you like one.” And with that, he flipped your skirt to your waist, completely exposing him with your drenched cunt. He swatted in between your inner thighs to signal you to open them wider and you did. “Good luck, baby. Because I don’t know when I’ll stop until I feel satisfied with my work.”

“Just so you know, I’m gonna fucking wreck you that you deserve.”

238 notes • Posted 2021-08-12 17:00:57 GMT

I saw this on facebook (dont judge me. I still hate facebook tho)

OKAY first of all, please don't judge me bwdfuhwvuieqhwgbi i used to have no life before i got my job skskskskssksk

And i think its beautiful

388 notes • Posted 2021-04-03 07:56:43 GMT

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fatal-plastic-kiss · 3 years ago

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I posted 997 times in 2021

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#by the end of the journey most of the crew is gay for me and i’ve taught them all how to express affection and tenderness

My Top Posts in 2021

Taking screencaps while watching something is like an art form. Waiting for the perfect moment to pause and then saving the moment, so it can stay that way forever. The same can be done with live photography; but you miss so much without the ability to pause everything. When you can’t dissect every frame of an image. You can do that with video. Moving very slowly and pausing every few seconds, you miss nothing and catch everything. Every stroke of light, flicker of an eyelash, intimate honesty. You not only see what is meant to be seen - more importantly, you see what was never intended to be seen.

17 notes • Posted 2021-08-28 07:32:40 GMT

Thank you, @whats-her-name-virginia-plain and @starryblue04 for tagging me! 💖 Like starryblue, I decided to make two different moodboards. #1 is Lime Green (my very favourite colour) and #2 is Coral / Orangey Pink.

Search your name + your favourite colour + the word ‘aesthetic’. Take the first four photos and make a moodboard with them.

I tag : @medazzabon , @marisolaris , @usagis-tsukinos

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I’m so happy and proud that my Phil gifsets are the most loved of all my posts this year! That cuddles my heart, because Phil was so deserving of admiration and respect. I don’t think he was ever appreciated enough ; but he’d never see it that way cause he was humble and grateful for any laugh that he got, any smile or small praise that he received.

Thank you to all my beautiful friends and followers for always be so kind and supportive. May the new year be safe, happy, and full of blessings. I love you. ~ Libby ✨❤️✨

#i think the ‘longest tag’ is for a pirate uquiz that i took #my posts

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hakurines · 4 years ago

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4thank you @darkmaster1117 4 commissioing me!

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go-ahead-and-whump · 5 years ago

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Blondie

Chapter 4

Thank you guys so much again for being patient with my. I have most of the next chapter written already, so hopefully it wont be such a long wait. I’m also currently on spring break so I’m trying to crank out some more stuff.

I want to restate that I took the trucker-caretaker idea from @deluxewhump and this story is heavily inspired by their Max and Carlo fic, so ya’ll should check that one out.

cw: abuse/scalding/burning

For the very first time during their trip, it is raining. It’s not a heavy rain, but from inside the truck it sounds like a downpour. A sheet of grey clouds lies between the sky and the ground and the golden warmth of the midwest is temporarily muted. Blondie really can’t tell where the sun is, but the clock on the dashboard says 11:20 a.m, so it must be overhead somewhere. Dan is listening to old classic country today. Dolly Parton, Johnny Cash, Loretta Lyn, and Waylon Jennings play quietly through the speakers. Dan sings along here and there, and normally the cozy atmosphere itself would put Blondie right to sleep, but he’s tense.

While Waylon Jennings sings “Good Hearted Woman” and Dan hums to the tune, Blondie is chewing incessantly at his hangnails and ripping up the insides of his cheeks with his teeth. After yesterday’s meltdown, he slept most of the day and through the night without a problem, but now that the exhaustion from crying has faded, Blondie is left feeling embarrassed and ashamed.

Dan is not impervious to this. He can sense it. It doesn’t take a genius to spot how Blondie is trying to shrink into his hoodie, nervously bouncing his knee up and down, or how his eyebrows have been furrowed together with worry all morning. He’s still waiting for me to get mad. Dan realizes, and he tries to break the silence.

“Have you ever heard of Waylon?”

The question doesn’t register in Blondie’s head for a couple of seconds. He stares at his master like he is dumbfounded that Dan is even bothering to speak to him right now, but then he turns nods. “Yes.”

“Oh,” Dan hadn’t been expecting an affirmative answer. “Do you listen to country music?”

Blondie shrugs. “I used to.”

The idea of blondie sitting down by the radio to intentionally listen to classic country music doesn’t fit. “I wouldn’t have really pegged you as a country music person. What else do you listen to?”

It takes Blondie a minute to scratch under the surface of his buried memories. He recalls driving with Nana to church, or listening to the radio as they prune the trees and make marmalade. What did Nana and I listen to? Country, yes, and…

“She liked to listen to really old music. Bing Crosby, Ella Fitzgerald, and Dean Martin were her favorites.”

“She?” Asks Dan.

“Hmm?”

“You said she. Who are you talking about?”

“Oh,” Blondie blushes at the slip of his tongue. He knows it’s rude to talk about previous masters in front of your current master. “Nana.”

“Who is Nana?”

Blondie chews the insides of his cheeks even more. “Sorry...She was my first master.”

Dan goes silent, and Blondie realizes he has crossed the line. He shouldn’t have said anything. It was a stupid slip of the tongue, and now he has offended Dan.

“Was she nice?”

“Nana? Yes. She was very nice.” He tries to sound as impartial as he can. Dan seems satisfied with this answer, and the conversation seems like it is over until Dan speaks up again.

“How many masters have you had?”

“Two.” Blondie says. And then he adds, “Two before you.”

They pause again for a long tense moment. Dan is trying to muster together the courage to ask something, and Blondie is dreading whatever that question might be.

“Who was the second one?”

Blondie isn’t supposed to say his name. Pets shouldn’t call their master’s by their names. But Dan lets him call him by his name. Dan doesn’t care. Blondie recalls how last night he had come to the realization that Dan was good, and that he was gentle. He won’t be mad, Blondie reminds himself.

“Clayton Miller.”

Sounds vaguely familiar. Dan nods.

“And was he nice?”

No one has ever asked Blondie that question. It is the general understanding that whatever happens behind closed doors is of no concern to the rest of the world. It doesn’t matter what a master does to their pet. It doesn’t matter if they are kind. Pets serve a purpose to most people more often than they provide companionship. And Blondie realizes now that he has so desperately wanted someone to ask him that question for a long time now, so when Dan finally asks, his response is purely a knee jerk reaction.

“No.” He says quickly, and then he feels a slimy sort of guilt crawl through him because he knows pets aren’t supposed to have an opinion on such matters. If a master provides their pets with food and a place to live, then that should be more than enough. With anyone else, his response would warrant a punishment, but he knows deep in his heart that Dan is asking for the truth. So Blondie doubles down on his answer. “No, he was not.”

It’s the truth, he tells himself. Telling the truth is always better than telling a lie. Dan asked me a question, and I gave him the truth. He won’t get mad at me for telling the truth.

Dan chews on this new piece of information, still focusing on the road through the rain. He asks Blondie, “Did he ever hurt you?”

“Yes, but I was bad.”

“Oh?” They pass under a bridge and the rain stops for a split second before splashing against the windshield again, like a brief gasp or breath between the static sound of the raindrops. “Now, listen to me, honey.” Dan says. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to tell me anything you don’t feel comfortable sharing, but I also think it would be good for you to talk to me about these things. I want you to know that you can always tell me about what happened. It’s not healthy to keep bad things for yourself. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Blondie understands, he just doesn’t think he’ll have the strength to say it all without breaking down like he did yesterday, and he doesn’t want to bother his master again like that. But a sharp voice in the back of his mind crawls out from somewhere. Its voice is angry and desperate. Tell him, it says. Tell him what master did to you, it shouts. Tell him now!

I can’t!

If you don’t do this now, then Dan will think you are going to want to speak about these sorts of things with him. He’s never going to ask again. Tell him now, or else you’re going to keep this to yourself forever! Tell him! You have to tell him!

Blondie knows there may be some truth to what that voice might have to say. Staying silent isn’t doing either of them any good, so why keep up the act? All this time, Dan has only ever been trying to get him to speak. Now is his chance. Speak up. Tell the truth. Let him know.

Speak now or forever hold your peace

“He brought me home when I was 16.” He says, and Dan, who clearly wasn’t expecting Blondie to actually share, quickly turns the radio down and lends an ear. “He lived out near the Everglades, but I’m not quite sure where….

….

Blondie is stupidly optimistic when his new master adopts him. Sure, the man named Clayton Miller is about as polar opposite from Nana as a person can get. He is as big as he is tall, and he looks like there was once a time in his life when he was built of pure braun and muscle, but his body has turned soft and his belly now sits tightly at the bottom of his button up shirt. His face is hard and he reeks of something sweet, like the champagne Nana would sometimes pour with a glass of orange juice to make mimosas in the morning.

When he is told to go to his new master, Blondie does so with as much grace as he can show. He wants to show his master that he is expensive. He is worth the money. He will be a good boy--a fine pet to show off to the neighbors. Master grabs the bicep of Blondie’s arm. His hand is rough and heavy. Nana’s were too. Years of pruning orange trees will callous anyone’s hands.

Master drives an old truck. It's beaten and long past its prime. The paint is chipped, there is rust on the bottom of the doors, and there’s a crack running across the entire windshield. The inside is covered in dirt and mud. The seats have corners ripped from the cushions and holes punctured in them like something with big teeth has bitten them.

To many, the prospect would seem pretty grim, but Blondie stays hopeful. He knows not to judge a book by its cover, Nana taught him that, so he keeps his chin up for the entire drive home. Unlike Nana’s house, which was in a gated community with many neighbors, Blondie’s new master lives out near the marshes and pine flatwoods where the neighbors are few and far between.

It's a small orange house with terracotta shingles. The sides of the house need to be power washed. They’re caked with mud from hurricanes and storms. The front lawn is patched with dead grass here and there. When they pull into the driveway, Blondie can hear several dogs barking in the backyard. He smiles faintly. He’s always wanted a dog.

Unfortunately, Blondie isn’t allowed to play with the dogs.

“They’re fighting dogs, the ones out back.” Master says as they walk through the house. Everything inside seems to have a musty yellowish to it, like it’s all soaked in a layer of cigarette smoke. The couches are ripped up like the seats in the truck. Blondie can see that the kitchen is a mess, and the dishes are stacked higher than the walls of the sink. There are three empty pizza boxes stacked on top of each other, and several dirty glasses on the counter.

“Now I expect you to do your work around here without any fuss, alright?” Master says. He doesn’t give Blondie the chance to respond. It’s not a question. It’s an order. What choice does he have?

Master is quite demanding. He gives Blondie a list of chores he is meant to complete, but Blondie isn’t sure how long each item on the list is supposed to take him. Do the laundry. Clean the kitchen. Sweep. Mop. Feed the dogs. Take the dogs out for a walk, three times a day.

There are four dogs in the backyard. Nora, Baxter, Brutus, and Titan. Nora, is the biggest of them all, and according to master, she is the oldest. Baxter and Brutus are twin pits from the same litter, and Titan is a rottweiler pitbull mix. He’s the youngest, but he’s tough like Nora.

Master yells at Blondie a lot when he first shows him how to take care of the dogs, and despite his best efforts, Blondie just can’t control the dogs the way master does. Master’s voice is booming, and when he raises his voice, it sends a spike of anxiety shooting through him. As days pass by, Blondie quickly comes to the conclusion that he doesn’t like having dogs as much as he thought he would. In fact, it only takes a couple of times being bitten for him to decide that he doesn’t like dogs at all.

Despite all of the change, Blondie does his best to make Master happy. He cleans the kitchen, does the laundry, cooks supper, and takes care of the dogs, but still, everything seems to upset Master in one way or another. He takes too long. He doesn’t fold Master’s clothes the way he likes. He puts things away in the wrong place when he cleans. He doesn’t know how to control the dogs. In the beginning, Master simply yells at Blondie for being stupid, and then pours himself a drink and goes to watch TV. However, over time the punishments begin to grow worse in severity.

When Blondie doesn’t mix his master’s drink correctly, he gets slapped. When Blondie asks a question out of turn, he is shoved to the ground and kicked. This becomes commonplace, until Master finds that it’s not enough. When Blondie wakes up late, despite not having an alarm clock or anything to wake him up in the mornings, he gets tied up to the chain link fence in the backyard. When Blondie cries, which only ever makes master more angry, he has to stay outside longer.

As months turn into years, Blondie learns how to tiptoe around master and stay out of his way. He learns how to dance around the broken glass. Through months and months of trial and error, he learns how master wants his clothes to be folded. He learns how to clean without putting things away, because Master has a place where he put everything, which is on top of the counters or in plain sight. He learns that Master drinks his Captain Morgan and coke with mostly just Captain and a tiny sip of coke. Eventually the dogs learn to listen to Blondie, and when Master goes on to buy two more dogs, the new dogs learn that Blondie is in charge. He especially likes Moonshine, the youngest of the group.

But Master still finds ways to punish him. He actively searches for things that Blondie does wrong. As badly as Blondie wants to avoid being hurt, his master wants to hurt him, so when Blondie does things perfectly, it angers Master and makes him even more violent. It gets to the point where he stabs Blondie in the hand for forgetting to walk the dogs. It gets to the point where anything he does is punishable by being burned, hit, or tied up for a day without food or water to blister in the hot sun.

One day, when tied up for hours and hours, Blondie finds that he has to use the bathroom. Of course, when he calls for his master and begs to be untied so that he can go, his pleas go unnoticed. He tries to hold it. He tries not to think about it, but his body can only hold it for so long, and eventually he is forced to relieve himself where he is sitting.

When Master finds out, he is livid. Blondie has soiled the only clothes that he has. It’s the only pair of clothes Master has bought for him.

“You ungrateful stupid bitch!” Master slurs and spits. “This is why I don’t give you anything! You can’t handle it! I give you nice clothes and you piss yourself! You’re fucking pathetic!” He kicks right under Blondie’s second rib, sending a sharp pain up his side.

Something deep inside of him tells Blondie that he is in real danger right now. Of course, this feeling has occurred to him before plenty of times, but this time it is different. His fight or flight instincts want to kick in, but he’s so exhausted from the heat that he can’t even sit up on his own. When Master unties him from the fence he has to yank Blondie up by the hair to drag him back into the house.

“Please,” Blondie sobs. “I didn’t mean to!”

“Shut the fuck up!” Master barks and throws him down onto the floor. They are in a smaller room now. The tile floor is slimy and cold. They’re in the bathroom. Master is using an old pair of handcuffs and cuffing Blondie’s hands to the little bar used to hang wash clothes in the tub, and for a moment, Blondie is confused. This is a new punishment. Master has never done this before. “You’re gonna wash up real good before you come out of this shower.” He says, and turns on the water.

All of Blondie’s clothes are still on. At first, the cool water feels downright heavenly on his sunburned skin. He sighs in relief. Maybe Master is going to take care of him?

But after a few seconds of bliss, when the water heater kicks in, the shower rapidly begins to get warmer. Cool water gives way to warm water, and warm water gives way to hot. And then hot water gives way to what feels like boiling water, and the fight or flight instinct Blondie had been searching for earlier finally decides to kick in. He bolts upright keeping his head out of the stream, and yanks on the handcuffs. His body reacts violently to the heat of the water and he tries to worm out from under the spray. The warmth alone aggravates his sensitive and raw skin. He thinks he might explode from the building pressure and heat.

“No!” He cries, but Master has already left the room. “Please!” He screams. “Please! Fuck! Please! No!”

It’s too hot to breath. Too hot to gasp for breath to force another scream from his throat. Each droplet feels like a hot poker stabbing tiny little holes into his skin now, and all comprehensive thoughts have dissolved completely. Blondie is writhing in the shower, yanking at the handcuffs that hold him in place. He’ll break his wrists if it sets him free. He’ll rip his hands from his arms if that’s what it takes. The only frantic thought running through his mind is that he needs out. He needs to get out. He needs to get out right now! He needs out! Out! He needs out!

“Let me go!” He shrieks to the metal bar that holds him captive. “Let me go!”

The longer he struggles, the more desperate he becomes, but in his desperation his strength begins to leave him.

His blisters have opened, and new blisters have formed. Blondie can’t tell now if he is suffocating or if he’s being cooked alive like a lobster. His body screams for anything but the inescapable white heat. Finally, when his body has had enough and all he is sapped of every last ounce of energy he can fight with, the world blinks out of focus. Blondie blacks out.

Blondie only wakes again when he hears something. It takes a second of focus to realize that he is no longer in the shower, and the shower isn’t running. He is in the backyard, tied to the fence, baking in the oppressive sun. He is faintly aware that his skin is flaking of like wet paper. The thought of it is enough to make him woozy, but the sight of it makes him vomit. He tries to remember what woke him up. It was a sharp and loud sound, but it was short and only lasted a second.

Now the dogs are howling and a flock of egrets is flying out of the trees nearby.

He passes out again.

Sometime later, Blondie wakes up again. This time, he is somewhere white and clean.

Someone tells him that he is alright, and that he can rest. He hears someone speaking to him, or maybe he simply catches a conversation between two other people, but someone says that Clayton Miller shot himself in his home when a man walking his dog was out for a run and heard the gunshot.

He shot himself and left me to rot. Blondie frowns. He doesn’t know why, but he feels like crying. He hates himself for being unlovable. He hates himself for being selfish and wishing that that bullet would have been for him instead.

….

They are pulled over on the side of I-90, somewhere in South Dakota between Sioux Falls and the Missouri river. Blondie doesn’t really realize it. He hasn’t blacked out per se, but he is vaguely aware that somewhere along the way, when he was telling Dan about his last master, he lost track of where he was.

Blondie is laying on the floor of the truck. He sees Dan hovering above him, petting his head in soft, slow motions. The rain has been reduced to a fine mist, and all that can be heard is the AC pumping out cool air on high, and the whooshing of other vehicles passing by. Dan smiles faintly.

“Decided to finally come back to Earth, huh?”

Blondie can feel his face is wet with tears, but he doesn’t remember crying. “How...how much of what I said did you hear?”

“All of it.” Dan says and rubs his thumb over Blondie’s forehead as he rests his hand on the top of his head. “But you started...” He trails off and furrows his brows together. “I figured I’d just pull over for a little while and sit with you.”

A golf ball in his throat prevents Blondie from thanking his master, and it’s very obvious from the way he’s trying to swallow that he is desperate not to cry again, but Dan smiles sympathetically and the tears are impossible to hold back.

Dan hushes Blondie and scoops him into his arms for the umpteenth time in the last 24 hours. He doesn’t mind. “It’s alright, baby. It’s alright.” He coos. “Blondie, you know that I’m never going to hurt you, right? You’re safe here. There is nothing you could do that would make me want to hurt you, alright? You’re safe. It’s okay.”

Blondie nods and tugs at Dan’s shirt like it might pull him closer. He wants to tell Dan that he’s wrong. He wants to tell Dan that even if he thinks that way right now, eventually he will become upset with Blondie, because Blondie is unlovable. In the end, it happened with Nana and it happened with Clayton. It will happen again with Dan. He is the unlovable pet that should have died when he had the chance.

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‘Thot Shit’, de Megan Thee Stallion, sobe para a posição No. 1; ‘Take My Breath’, de The Weeknd, desce para a posição No. 3 e Iggy Azalea debuta ‘Day 3 in Miami (End of an Era)’ na posição No. 2

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Megan Thee Stallion

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Day 3 in Miami (End of an Era)

Iggy Azalea, Ellise

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Take My Breath

The Weeknd

127

Thank You for the Heartbreak

Sugababes

123

NDA

Billie Eilish

116

God's Plan

CHVRCHES

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Sex on the Beach

Iggy Azalea, Sophia Scott

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Venus Fly Trap

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Don't Wait Up

Shakira

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About a Girl

Sugababes

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Sally Walker

Iggy Azalea

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Sweet & Amazing (Make It The Best)

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Billie Eilish

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Try with Me

Nicole Scherzinger

Let Go

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I Can See the Future

Tinashe

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Iggy Azalea

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Sugababes

Billie Eilish

Lady Gaga

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Megan Thee Stallion

The Weeknd

Shakira

Marina

CHVRCHES

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CHVRCHES

God's Plan

Iggy Azalea

Day 3 in Miami (End of an Era)

Iggy Azalea

Sex on the Beach

Elton John

Cold Heart

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Day 3 in Miami (End of an Era)

Iggy Azalea

Sex on the Beach

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Thank You for the Heartbreak

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Take My Breath

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Megan Thee Stallion

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The Weeknd

Take My Breath

Iggy Azalea

Sex on the Beach

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Thank You for the Heartbreak

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Megan Thee Stallion

Thot Shit

Iggy Azalea

Day 3 in Miami (End of an Era)

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Iggy Azalea

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The Weeknd

Take My Breath

Iggy Azalea

Day 3 in Miami (End of an Era)

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Thank You for the Heartbreak

Iggy Azalea

Sex on the Beach

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The Weeknd

Take My Breath

Iggy Azalea

Day 3 in Miami (End of an Era)

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Thank You for the Heartbreak

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God's Plan

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Thot Shit

Iggy Azalea

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The Weeknd

Take My Breath

Sugababes

Thank You for the Heartbreak

Billie Eilish

NDA

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220

16 ago

253

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15 ago

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16 ago

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Day 3 in Miami (End of an Era)

Iggy Azalea

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Take My Breath

The Weeknd

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Thot Shit

Megan Thee Stallion

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Let Go

Tinashe

18 ago

About a Girl

Sugababes

19 ago

Day 3 in Miami (End of an Era)

Iggy Azalea

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