#AND HAVE ME BE SO POOR I DONT EVEN MAKE ENOUGH FOR THEM TO REQUIRE ME TO MAKE PAYMENTS ON IT

[serendipitous-mage]

it's taken me so long to find another job despite having a degree and some decent experience under my belt (and applying to things i Know are at/below my pay range/experience level to up chances of finding anything), looking at the estimated amounts of upcoming taxes and what i'll be making (it's a temporary gig) and assuming i am unlucky in the amount i'll owe the irs which i always am: i will make maybe a whole $1000 more than what i'll need for taxes

and then its right back to the application hellzone again :'D

[ms--lobotomy]

here we go! prompt for you: The urge to make him painfully hard when out in public.

Hi, anon! Like many of my cohort; I, too, get the urge to make people who are twice my size hard while in public. I chose G-Money because he's a poor little meow meow. Enjoy!

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summary: He raised his eyebrows and gave you a surprised look, but that expression became a smirk soon enough. Almost as if he were challenging you. You were many things, but never one to back away from a challenge.

word count: 1148

content warnings: uhhh most definitely nsfw and public nsfw at that but not much else i dont think?

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"And remember that in the end, the Emperor protects us all. I thank you very much for having me." Roboute Guilliman laid a large hand on the papers in front of him, resting on the podium. A crowd of faceless people gave polite applause with some cheering, their gaze on the behemoth of a man next to you. He wasn't in his normal armor, no, he was wearing the robes typical of an upper class Macraggean citizen.

He turned to walk away, and you followed. Public appearances were hard, even if you actually talked little. Being the lover of a Primarch like Guilliman meant that your actions would be scrutinized to the Warp and back. Every glance could be taken apart by a rabid Remembrancer in an attempt to gain more fame. But you had your own plans.

You followed your lover into the halls of the building he stood in front of not so long ago, a curious hand at his side. He chuckled at you.

"How did I do?" you asked, hurrying to keep up with him.

"I was not looking, I am afraid" he replied. "You seem like you did fine enough, though."

"Good enough for me," you murmured, mostly to yourself. You and your lover's entourage neared the end of the hallway. Through a door you could see that a reception was already underway, with gold and royal blue decorations. You entered the threshold of the room. It was even bigger than the hallway. You stopped for a moment, marveling at the large room with all its intricate decorations before you realized your lover was heading over to take a seat at one of the tables.

Well... two seats, as he was pulling up another chair to support his large form. For all of the decorum of this reception, they must've forgotten how large a Primarch actually was.

"Do you require assistance, my lord?" you asked with a slight giggle.

He huffed. "I should be fine," he said before saying your name. You liked how it sounded on his lips, softer and more honeyed than the rest of his speech.

You chuckled, putting a small hand on his thigh. He raised his eyebrows and gave you a surprised look, but that expression became a smirk soon enough. Almost as if he were challenging you. You were many things, but never one to back away from a challenge. He looked away from you, and you knew what you had to do.

"Lord Guilliman!" exclaimed a voice from above you. It was not one you recognized, and you didn't recognize the face either when you looked up. Probably some local official, if you had to guess. "Wonderful words you had for us today..." they started.

Your lover indulged them in conversation, emanating canned laughter every so often. You shuffled in your seat, careful that your face stayed neutral throughout this affair. You slid your hand ever so slightly up his leg, closer to his crotch. And you glanced around at the other people, careful that their visage was upon Roboute instead of you. He glanced at you without moving his head, giving you what could be considered a side eye, but continued on with his conversations.

"And who might this be?" the stranger asked, their visage now on you. You froze, your eyes widening. Without you meaning to, your foot started tapping nervously.

Roboute laughed. "That is just my lover," he said, repeating your name with that same honeyed tone. "They have been instrumental in..." he trailed off. What were you instrumental in? "Keeping me sane over the years." Oh.

You leaned to the side, towards your lover. You tossed your hair and rested your head at his side, your hand moving to rest on his crotch. You couldn't see it, but a red blush decorated his pale face. "I do my best," you added, grabbing at where it should be. "Really, I'm the lucky one in the relationship."

Roboute cleared his throat. "I suppose we could argue about that one. But we are in public, dear, and we can't have anyone seeing us like that," he smiled down at you. You made contact with his icy blue eyes for a brief second. His rare smile wasn't toothy or even that radiant, but it was a smile. He winked at you, as if to tell you not to stop, before turning to face at the Macraggean again. "You know how it is."

"Oh, dearly!" they exclaimed as you discreetly ran your hand over him. "I had a lover once..."

Their attention was back on Roboute, whose face was still rosy red. His almost-permanent scowl was back; however, there was something soft in the way he glared, as if he was coming undone. As the two talked and more people sat at the large round table, you could feel it growing harder in your hands. It was all you could do to suppress the grin that so dearly wanted to cross your face.

Suddenly, Roboute coughed. You looked up to see the red on his face still there, if not brighter. "My apologies, but I'm starting to feel a little under the weather," he said before saying your name again. "Why don't we head out a little early? Once again, I apologize," he said, always the diplomat.

You rubbed it one last time, hard in your hands before he stood up. He adjusted his flowing robes so that your handiwork wasn't visible to the unsuspecting Macraggeans. You stood up too, giving these strangers a curt nod. "Well, it was wonderful to meet you, Lord Guilliman!" exclaimed the first to sit down. "You are welcome anytime in these halls."

"I thank you," he said before turning towards the door. He said nothing as he grabbed your arm and headed towards the front of the building. You had to run to keep up with his long strides, you who were up to maybe his upper thigh.

"Keep quiet until we're at the ship," he hissed down at you.

"And if I don't?"

"All this would be for naught."

He silently led you all the way through the settlement to a ship. The ship only had a few rooms, but the little thing could board the titanic Macragge's Honor with ease. "Would you please board another ship for the time being?" Roboute asked coldly as soon as he opened the door to the ship. "Me and my partner have pressing matters to attend to."

As soon as his marines cleared the ship and the door was safely closed, he held you up to the wall. Your legs dangled down, useless. "Do keep quiet, dear, who knows who'll be outside?" he whispered. Before you knew it, your fine clothes littered the floor and your lover's head was between your legs, and you knew it was going to be a long night.

[ohbo-ohno]

About ghoap x reader, I dunno if you'll understand where I'm coming from, but I find it hard to imagine their relationship functioning in any capacity if reader DOESNT like Johny. Or if she likes Simon more than Johny. Like at first maybe Simon will be a bit chuffed, get that kick of control of superiority, but if reader doesn't quickly show interest of liking Johny, or an inclination, than Simon will start taking it personally?

Like what do you mean you don't like Johny? Look at him, he's sweet, he's obedient (sometimes) and he's just... Lovable. What do you MEAN you DONT like him? What is wrong with you?? And I think if you insist, or simply don't click with Johny, you start to slowly lose value in Simon's eyes. Like someone being unappreciative of his pups presence is an offence.

Doesn't matter if you like Simon, if you can't accept both of them, then maybe you don't have a place here. I think of Simon as a logical man, and even if he does like you, whatever initial thoughts he has on you will quickly depend on if you try to obey, get along, and fit in.

You can lead a horse to water, or whatever the saying was. Basically, if he finds more and more that it's an effort to make you want to obey, he'll just get rid of you. Like even Johny at his worst, always disobeying and making Simon have grey hairs, at least WANTS to try to be good, always has that need/want to obey, even if he fails sometimes.

And I think if you don't try, or take for granted that you're gonna stay here with that attitude, he just. Realizes that you aren't it. Gets rid of you and tries again. Maybe he dumps you back into civilization or kills you, who knows. But he simply cleans his hands of you.

Maybe he tries to find someone else, looking much MUCH more carefully for his requirements. Maybe he doesn't, at least for a while. Poor Johny is heartbroken that you didn't like him, that you didn't want to be around him. He tried so HARD, and that's the thanks Simon's boy gets? Absolutely unnaceptable.

He takes the time to console Johny, build him back up again after the incident, and maybe it takes time, Simon questions if they need to try again. This time, he'll be more meticulous, have a longer vetting process, and have to make sure they to put in effort for the both of them.

Probably do some private training before meeting Johny, so they have good behavior, don't hurt his poor puppy's fragile heart. They're not told they have to get along with Johny, otherwise they might try to fake it, but if they don't like him Simon makes sure they don't stick around long enough for his boy to get too attached. It's a trial and error sort of thing, but Simon hopes to find the One in the first few attempts- he likes Johny in physical pain, never emotional one, at least not like that. He won't make that mistake again.

Feel free to ignore my ramblings it is 3:03 am where I'm from I should be asleep deer god. I think when I see so much x reader fics, as much as I love them, my mind tries to go in a more cruel direction to fit into the perspective of who the characters are to me.

I LOVE ghoap x reader, or just ghoap in general, but my kind has a way of thinking of Simon as a control freak who doesn't succombé to his emotions quickly. It took him time to even like soap as a friend, much less as his dog. Even if he likes reader, he only did this because he loves Johny and the pup needs a new friend.

Johny is more emotional I guess, maybe less so than he portrays to Simon (he wants to be the man's good boy, and if he has to bark and wag his literal tail, or make dog noises in public, he'll do it) but definitely a bit more than normal people. Definitely the type to have crushes or fall in love fast. Maybe that's how Simon got the first reader: Johny liked her, Simon naively thought that that was enough to choose her.

But his boy is the type to hump anything with a pulse (and even that's optional) so maybe he should have been more patient, more critical.

Anyways I'm gonna collapse after this gosh does this thing not have a word counter? Anyways bye bye my love *kisses your forehead consensually I hope*

"It took him time to even like soap as a friend, much less as his dog." has left me dead on the floor

btw you might like The Price to be Paid! it's a ghoap x reader where ghost puts a looooot of effort into picking who he's going to kidnap for Johnny, and istg parts of it feel like they were plucked right from my subconscious, the author has a perfect grip on ghost as a character (imo)

in general, i think you are completely and totally 100% right. the only caveat i have is in a kidnapping fic it might take ghost a bit to figure the difference between "she hates us because we kidnapped her" and "she just hates us because we suck" lmfao but! overall i think you're totally right, that man won't talk to anyone who doesn't like his favorite boy

[kzpearce]

kiss > keys. alhaitham x reader

gender neutral reader! not really proofread (so i apologize for the wrong grammar that you would encounter) and it's also another alhaitham (supposedly ayato butttttttt yeah 😓)

also it contained language so read at your own risk! 😵‍💫

author's note. by the way, thank you so much from my previous post it had gotten a lot of attention! i love you guys <3 (poor ao3 and wattpad i'm still not giving them updates 😣)

edit. LOL i forgot to tag and i feel like this would flop and i dont wanna repost it anymore cuz itd like 1am here so 😔

you had decided to stay at kaveh’s apartment (that you weren’t aware he had a hot roommate he said he didn’t like), only because you had nowhere to stay and your budget wasn’t enough to rent a place. after all, you managed to enter the akademiya because of a scholarship, and it was an opportunity because the akademiya was one of the great schools in teyvat.

but after a few days of staying at kaveh’s apartment, he announced to you and his roommate that he would be going on a trip, and it was a requirement for his task. you glared at your cousin who suddenly made a decision (that he said, he didn’t have a choice) to leave you with the roommate he didn’t trust.

“i thought you didn’t trust your roommate? and now you’re leaving me with him?” you asked unbelievably to your cousin.

“i don’t. but i trust you that you knew how to handle yourself already,” he retorted, placing his clothes inside his baggage. what’s worse was he will be out for a few months, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to get enough mora (when you’re only helping in the library and they only gave you a few) to rent a place.

the reason why you were also willingly to come here and accept the scholarship. it’s because your parents declared that your cousin was studying here and you could stay at his place (they also didn’t know he has a roommate).

“bitch your roommate owns this apartment and you didn’t even say a word? to us?” you remembered rolling your eyes and crossing your arms when you managed to have alone time with kaveh.

he reasoned that he didn’t bother saying anything anymore, so that there wouldn’t be more questions coming from the family (since they won’t shut up when there were happenings around you and kaveh’s lives).

meh, understandable, but still. what the hell?

“alhaitham,” kaveh averted his gaze to his grey-haired man roommate, who had never left his sight on his book. “if you did something to my cousin i would burn you and your house alive.”

you snorted. he was so good at threatening people, but you knew that he would also never do it.

when kaveh left, the first few days with alhaitham was awkward, and the house was really silent unless they would ask each other about the house details like where would he be eating for tonight, whatsoever. other than that, nothing more.

nevertheless, time passed when there was a project you needed to do. but when you asked for your professor’s guidance (because there were difficulties on your part), he suggested that alhaitham should teach you.

you were annoyed, but it eventually became okay because he was your roommate for quite a while and hopefully he wouldn’t neglect you since your professor asked him to do it.

“you were doing it the wrong way,” that was his line whenever you talk to him about your project. you couldn’t help but sigh, but it was also okay for you because you’re taking this as an opportunity to become better.

during those days, you would make small talks when things went silent, and he oddly cooperated. you had never thought that this would be an entrance to make the two of you closer.

and you would be lying if you didn’t find him more attractive that you wouldn’t stop yourself from falling.

“i wonder how much information you know since you never stopped reading,” you said when both of you were getting some fresh air outside, yet his eyes were still focused on his book.

“enough that it would make your mind stir,”

you blinked.

twice.

either you got that or you didn’t. there were no betweens.

“well, you might be considered as the smartest man in the world since you contained a lot of information that would make your mind stir,” instead, you made a joke out of it. you chuckled out of foolishness.

he snorted. “that was a terrible joke.”

you rolled your eyes, “of course it was. that wasn’t a joke anymore at some point.”

his lips curved.

the chemistry friendship between you had gotten closer and if both of you had free time, you would hang out together. and it didn’t mean you would go out and do things, but staying at one place and letting the silence eat the ambiance away was enough to consider as a hang out.

you might have considered it as a rest too. the his presence was so comfortable and peaceful that you would never want to go away and his arms wrapped around you would make you simply not care about the world anymore.

his face wasn’t always buried in the pages of his book. instead, you two hung out more and you could see his facial softened whenever he was talking to you. you could see his smile frequently too.

you knew you were falling, yet you’re scared that things wouldn’t be the same if ever he didn’t like you back.

a sigh escaped your lips when you knew you had to live for two days because of a project in port ormos. you knew you would miss him (even though it’s only for two days—maybe you had gotten very comfortable and used to his presence to the point you didn’t want to be away from it anymore).

“see you in two days, roomie,” you giggled at the nickname you suddenly made. he glanced at you interestingly.

“since when did you start calling me that?”

“since now,” you teasingly smiled, remaining in eye contact with him.

“okay, be careful when you’re there.” he said, still maintaining eye contact. His eyes were so pretty.

“okay, roomie,” you teased.

he slightly rolled his eyes but his beautiful smile carved on his lips that you knew you would miss.

you wore your backpack on your back and prepared to walk away from his apartment.

yet you suddenly hovered your hands on your pocket, realising you forgot the keys with you.

“haitham,” you spoke softly, “you forgot to give me the keys,”

the next thing you knew, a soft lips were pressed in your lips. your eyes expanded and how your body reacted started to become uncontrollable.

without giving you time to adjust, he moved away. and your lips suddenly felt empty.

“haitham, the keys of the apartment not a kiss,” you pressed your lips together, maintaining your composure. “but that was better,”

he smirked, “you want me to kiss you again?”

you smiled, unable to trust yourself with how and what you will answer.

the next thing you knew, he leaned, feeling his delicate lips on yours that was lasting for only seconds but it felt long.

“haitham, the keys,” you whispered when you pulled away.

“that would be unnecessary, baby. i’ll be heading with you.”

“wait, huh?” you tried to prevent yourself from smiling because of the endearment, and the news he declared. “you’re coming too?”

“yes, i need to meet someone there for a day,” he answered. “i’ll wait for you to finish before we head home again.”

“thank you, haitham,” you smiled brightly, planting a small peck on his cheek.

“besides doing it for you, i’m also doing it for myself,” he replied with a smile. “two days without you would be insufferable.”

[violentviolette]

since i started talking about calisthenics and the kind of exercise i do as a spoonie with a lot of chronic pain and bone/joint problems ive gotten a couple questions so i thought it might be helpful to make a post kind of outlining some basics that really helped me get started but that i think often get really overlooked when ppl first start thinking of "working out" and the preconceived notions of what abled society tells us that looks like

so for me its all about engaging ur muscles. this is huge because a lot of us, myself included, arent actually very used to actively engaging our muscles during rest. and what i mean by engaging is literally just having the muscle be active without being clenched up. the more u use a muscle, the more active it learns to be, even when sitting, lying down, or resting. it learns to stay engaged and stay doing its job which is holding ur bones together and ur body in the correct position. but if u arent engaging ur muscles consistently, they get used to being overly relaxed and lose strength and form and then struggle when u want to go and use them. this is often combined with poor posture and a huge problem for those of us whose bones and joints dont like to stay where they are and need extra support, as overly relaxed muscles have a more difficult time maintaining proper form and shape. this also makes everything from traditional exercise to just moving around doing daily tasks much more difficult and dangerous, as its way easier for bad form and posture to cause us injury or pain

but engaging ur muscles is actually a very easy and simple thing, it requires no equipment or special moves and can be done sitting, lying down, or standing up. u can do ur whole body all at once or break it up into different parts throughout the day. there's also variations to make it easier in places as u progress

easiest first step i found to get urself used to this is something called progressive muscle relaxation. which is literally just starting at the top of ur body and tensing and then relaxing each muscle group for a few seconds as u work ur way down. it's usually paired with meditation but u dont have to. i usually do it to music cause i find guided meditations boring. a lot of people like to do it either in the morning or right before bed, as it can often help relieve tension and stress and make it easier to fall asleep. there are basic guides like this one

when ur first starting if u want a little extra help identifying what and where ur muscles are so u know ur tensing the right ones in the right ways. once uve done those enough that things are easy, u can break it down even further and isolate more specific muscles and add those in as well. charts like these

where u look up specific muscle groups (in thise case shoulder/upper body muscle groups) can help u visualize exactly where ur muscles are, what directions they go in and what they're connected to, which can help u in understanding how to move and control them

understanding the muscles in ur body and having good control over each area can help so much more than u think when it comes to everyday things. slow, deliberate movement is really the key to that and once u get used to each muscle group and have identified which ones u want to work on, u can isolate those groups and start doing basic calisthenics.

a great resource for that is a channel like hybrid calisthenics which i really like for learning new exercises with lots of options for variations and low impact. his exercises almost always require no equipment, very little impact, and focus on control and stability which are much more beneficial and friendly for spoonies, chronically ill, and disabled people

but even if u dont want to or cant progress farther, simply engaging those muscles for a few minutes a days every day on its own will still help a lot and can make a big difference for some people

[artofmyraid]

Hi hi! So my sibling and I got into a conversation about in stars and time, their super mentally drained starting school again, balancing life stuff and with the general exestinatlisim of in stars and time, sooooo...

... Good chance we will not continue for a long while, if ever.

(From here on, this is about to turn into a decently long ramble about in stars and time (spoiler free) , so yeah!)

So, on a related note, this line of thought brought up an interesting question. They were wondering why this game was harder on them mentally to play than omori. They just weren't sure why.

I mean, the thought process does make sense, omori leans waaaay more into the horror aspect , its placed in real life, and focuses on the extreme topics more than in stars and time does, so they weren't sure why in stars and time has been harder to play. (Despite this, they do absolutely love the game, even if they may not finish it)

Which got me thinking cause yeah, in stars and time emotionally destroyed me way more than omori did(/postive)

A decent amount of the especially heavy trigger warnings are optional for in stars and time while their required for omori. (Which is a part of why it hit harder, I think)

This led me to the conclusion that I had realized at the very start of the game, with the very first few conversations with the party members. It's the same moment I realized this game was going to be different from others. For me, at least

Which was that these characters are absurdly human. Their unique despite fitting into some classic tropes.

I don't typically have favorite characters, I'm often fairly neutral. Sure, I'll have guys I'll like more than others, but even that's rare for me. Similarly, I don't ever hate characters either.

And that's because their just that. These fictional guys are characters to me. Subconsciously, at least they don't really come off as human?

Which isn't really that big of a deal it's hard to write characters that come off as human, because humans naturally don't make much sense in general we're a complicated mess of personality, motivations and generally contradicting traits so yeah fair enough. It's really hard to articulate a persons being into writing, and even if you feel you have that, a lot of it can just get lost in translation?

Plus, even if they dont come off as human, they can still be fun and interesting characters for one reason or another, its not really a mark against other stories, but a positive tally for in stars and times writing.

ANYWAY! Got a little off track there. The reason in stars and time has become so special to me is the characters.

Omori is great, the story is good, and the characters are likable. It explores its topics well, in general. it's a good solid game. Don't mistake this as me being against the game, Omori is cool, I'd been interested in the game for years before it came out.

But the characters from in stars and time are just... written really well, the dialogue is fun and enjoyable, you get a good understanding of the dynamics right off the bat, and all the options and responses are fun. And you just learn so much about everyone.

I like to put it like this, most characters from the media I find I struggle to name their personality traits, maybe I'm just experiencing poor media, or im just clueless, but I find that it's really difficult to name personality traits, or summarize who they are outside of their stories or "roles".

And literally, within the first conversations with the party members, including siffrin, I just didn't have that problem... I loved them all instantly I could name traits despite knowing little about them, I even clocked a favorite character instantly and I can name my favorite characters from all media on one hand, even then I often don't decide a characters my favorite until reaaally experiencing the media, I might not even decide their my favorite because of the media provided!

And that's not really the fault of the media itself or even the writer of it, but in my eyes, it really is a testament to just how good in stars and time is. Loveable cast of characters that make the story hit super hard, even in the small moments.

So anyway, yeah, in stars and time is an incredible game that means a lot to me. The characters are just... exemplary, and they really make the story. Which just makes this game stand out to me when compared with the other things I enjoy.

Maybe it is just me that feels like that. Who knows! Either way, it's the reason that in stars and time has come to be so special to me. My reason why this game hits so hard when similar games haven't managed to hit the mark in quite the same way.

Goodness, I wonder if this made any sense to anyone other than me, I do not usually put my long ass personal ramblings in text posts. But my sibling seemed interested in me posting this, so i decided why not, lol.

TL;DR In stars and time has incredible writing, the characters are so human in ways that I just can't find in other media. The game has such a huge emotional impact, even more than other games, that have a bigger focus on similar topics or lean more into the horror of this kinda stuff.

Also, if you manage to stumble upon this and haven't played in stars and time, I'd REALLY suggest giving it a try. The anniversary is soon, too! (Make sure to read the games warnings, though)

[smut-n-more]

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                            Kinktober day 7!

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                          ―୨♡୧―  K2 ―୨♡୧― 

                     Lactation/Incest/ Buttjob

I could be so damn fucked up but I think I might have to do a Dead Dove do not eat event or have some fun later on. But to keep it simple- K2 Buttjob. Like a boobjob but with ass cheeks. My poor poor google history.

"Come on- just a quickie before class?" Kenny moans, rutting and rubbing his clothed boner against Kyle's leg in a secluded area of the library, he had gotten more desperate and insistent the longer Kyle tried to ignore him and study.

"We are in school and Seniors! We cannot be doing shit like that here. I'm not getting suspended-" Kyle reprimands, trying to fend Kenny off,"And don't you dare finish- last time it leaked onto my pants too," Last time there was a large wet spot left on Kyles nice pants and he had to spill a drink on himself to make it look inconspicuous.

Kenny continues his relentless ministrations, pushing the tip right into Kyle's thigh, trying to rut against his partner harder and faster, hardly slowing his movements when a teacher walks past, thankfully not noticing them. Kyle grumbles to himself and shuts the history book he was required to read.

"Fine! You win." He grabs Kennys arms and hauls him to his feet before dragging him off into the bathroom, not giving Kenny a chance to even try and hide his obvious boner. Kyle felt like Kenny deserved a bit of humiliation for his shameless actions. A few freshmen giggled and pointed to the two- Kyle didn't care. No one would believe a freshman's story anyways. He grins as Kyle locks the bathroom door, Kenny eagerrly starts fumbleing with his pockets and yanking lube out of his pocoket.

"You had fucking lube on you!? In class-" Kyle momentarily freaks out- oh my god if Kenny got caught with that he'd be suspended for weeks. He cannot have something like the butt plug incident happen again.

"Yeah it's fine babe. Listen I know you said no like real sex in school but how about an ass job?" Kenny asks as he wiggles his pants down enough to get his dick out, his face flushed and boner looking painfully hard.

"An ass jo- Kenny you cannot be fucking serious. That gets so damn messy." Kyle grumbles, wishing his boyfriend would settle for something simple like a hand or blow job.

"I'll clean ya up! Yeah- just pull me down to your ankles and lean over the sink?"

Kyle rolls his eyes, trying to hide a slight grin- god he loved this man more than anything but his sex drive was atrocious. Kyle unbuckles his belt and pulls down the nice dress pants he had worn that day, just to his ankles before finding a way to get comfy while leaning over the sink counter.

He could hear the bottle of lube pop open and groaned at the feeling of the cold liquid being applied between his ass cheeks.

"Oh fuck this is gonna be so fun-" Kenny groans, eagerly getting behind kyle and pushing the tip just between the mans cheeks.

"Just keep it down- If we get caught my valedictorian spot might go to Wendy-"

"Don't worry mr.Genius. We won't get caught."

Kenny gasps out and moans loudly as he starts to rub himself between his boyfriends cheeks, leaning down to bite at Kyle's clothes shoulder. Kyle slightly jostled forwards with every one of Kenny's movements, the lanky boy's little weight pushing him down harder against the cold counter.

Kenny rutted his hips like a dog in heat, desperate to cum from something as simple as rubbing against his boyfriend. He throbbed as he started to tense up, moaning and whimpering in Kyle's ear.

His cock brushes against Kyle's hole, making the boy gasp. "Shit dude dont get me turned on- I cant think when-"

He's cut off by Kennys loud moan, cum splashing onto Kyle's lower back and ass.

"How is there that much? We fucked last night-" Kenny loved when Kyle talked about how much he came, talking about covering him in cum and there being oh so much. Kenny tucks himself back into his pants and cleans Kyles back.

"Thanks babe. I think I'm good now." Kenny pants.

"Well I'm not. " Kyle grumbles, pulling his pants up to his thighs, his now hard cock dripping precum onto the floor.

"Oh shit- that for me?" Kenny grins like an idiot as he drops to his knees, mouth immediately opening.

Kyle grabs a handful of dirty blonde hair and guides him to his cock.

"Gag on it. You were such a damn whore I couldnt even finish my homework without you begging to fuck." Kyles groans as Kenny willingly shoves his head forcard, taking as much as he could into his mouth, bobbing his head just right, swallowing when Kyle's dick is all the way down his throat. Spit bubbles and drips from the corners of Kennys mouth as Kyle tightens his grip and starts to fuck Kennys throat. Kenny doesn't object to it, allowing Kyle to use his throat eagerly.

"You cock hungry bitch-" Kyle gasps out when Kenny grabs his thighs and rubs his tongue on Kyle's head.

"Gonna- Fucking- ngh-" Kyles moans and gasps increase as his speed does until he holds Kennys head down, forcing cum down his throat.

Kenny coughs as he's pulled off of Kyle's cock, a bit of cum getting caught in his airway, splattering some onto his chin.

"Good job." Kyle hums, wiping Kennys mouth and cleaning off his own cock before helping Kenny up, making sure he was alright and that they were all properly cleaned up.

The knocking on the door can now be heard, insistent and loud.

"Oh shit."

[thomase1]

Two broken make a whole; chapter 4

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Its starting to get interesting now! Buckle up, its going to be a bumpy ride!

Also, the Bert part is inspired by this deleted scene from infinity war: YouTube. Made me laugh so I added it :)

I'm going to be honest, life has been kind of shit the past few weeks for me, so I apologize if that change of mood shows in this chapter. Ive been trying to finish it for 3 weeks now. Still, I hope its somewhat entertaining! <3

Warnings: violence, guns, panic attack, trauma, ptsd?, past rape/abuse? (not graphic/explicite), angst, hurt/comfort

I hope thats it?

Wordcount: ~2.200

Deviders by @harlequin-hangout

Why now?

That's all you can think as you lay in bed, reflecting about today and the events leading up to it all.

Out of all the times to have a panic attack, it had to be today. Out on a mission. The first one with Loki. Out of all the bad guys it could have been, why one that apparently knows you.

Was it true?

The things that guy said, were they true? Were your fears justified after all? You rack your brain until you can no more, a pounding headache telling you to stop. With a groan you sit down in the shower and let the water ground you further.

What led you to sitting in your shower, questioning life once again and feeling beyond humiliated, was a meeting. The biggest you have attended since the one voting you as an official Avenger. It was the same for Loki. All Avengers were required to attend said meeting. Apart from Wanda and Vision who were excused since they were fighting terrorists on the other half of the planet. Even some high ranked Agents, such as Hill and Coulson, were there. Not to mention the armada of security.

Somehow the date and details got leaked and the outcome was frightening. They stormed the whole first floor of the tower, the street was packed full of paparazzi and news teams. Even the next door buildings were full of them as they attempted to film into the briefing room. Poor Happy was so stressed. His nemesis Bert was right next door, leaning out the window from the building next to the tower. When Happy spotted him, he almost ripped the window off its hinges.

"Bert! I see you Bert!", he yelled and threw a stapler after him but Bert just closed the window and continued taking pictures, "Bert you son of a bitch!", he growled and stormed off. Steve already opened his mouth but Sam clapped his shoulder, "Dont test him. I think he's about ready to snap. The kid's not here anyway.".

The actual meeting started when Fury arrived. It was rather boring until it came to the votes. You shot Loki a few glances, he looked very disinterested and like he would rather not see all these people.

Despite the not so great interactions with him that far, you voted for him. Anything else would have been rather childish, he is a good asset after all.

Clint, Tony, Maria and Phil voted against it, which is fair enough you figured. Fury was holding off on voting as was Steve. Thor, Scott, Sam, Bruce and Nat voted for him. Bruce said he believes Loki’s story that he was indeed not in control of his actions and that he deserves this opportunity to show who he really is. Nat gave the reason that she'd be a hypocrite if she didn't give him the same opportunity she got, trying to wipe out the red of her ledger. Thor was an obvious yes, vouching for Loki repeatedly and assuring he will keep an eye on his brother.

Loki seemed surprised that so many actually believe in him and give him a chance. Bruce's words especially let his eyes soften. But of course, only for the briefest of moments.

The votes have decided, Loki is an official Avenger now but is to be accompanied by Thor since he could handle him. Just in case. Of course Loki was not happy about that restriction and tried to bargain, but with Fury making that decision, there was no arguing.

Before anybody could flee the room, Steve announced a training session with everybody. Since it was the first time the whole new squad was gathered. Even though you were painfully annoyed at him, it was important.

Working as a team and being able to trust each individual team member is essential for the functioning of this unique combined force. And it was only half as bad as you expected it to be.

You had one revelation; Loki fighting with his magic and not just daggers was truly a sight to behold. The concentrated clench of his jaw, the raven hair falling into his sweaty face as green wisps of magic swirled around him were nothing short of breathtaking.

Magic in general was fascinating to you.

Wanda used to show you what she can do and distract you from your wandering thoughts while she still lived at the tower. Both of you were in a dark place, mentally, and those late nights of laying on the rooftop, bundled up in blankets as red magic formed whole movies of pictures above you were essential to your new life. It was the start of you letting go of the past and embracing the present and future, even if the trauma and sadness never fully disappeared. She was no different, the loss she experienced pained her deeply and both of you agreed, it never fully goes away, but it gets better. For her, meeting and falling in love with Vision was a big step in letting go of the past. Which made you a lot more anxious since you never took a chance when it came to romance.

But that's a train of thought for another night.

After the meeting and training, nothing interesting happened, until yesterday when Steve called Thor, Loki and you to an office. It was brought to your attention that you will go on a mission the next day, alongside the godly brothers. He explained that usually, it would have been Thor and you, but since Loki needs to get out on the field, it was the perfect opportunity.

The mission sounded simple; clear out a warehouse full of hydra weapons. It already turned out to be a challenge when Steve told you that a cartel had spotted it first, so you had to deal with a warehouse full of armed mobsters.

Nobody could have prepared you for the actual problem though.

The journey there was nothing unusual, Thor and you blabbered about everything and nothing as Loki sat on the seat furthest away from you two. You pulled up the chopper and landed it on a field. After Thor got out the layout of the warehouse, you discussed the way to approach this mission. The brothers went to the back entry while you focus on the main entrance.

Your ways parted and the coms were turned on. Loading your gun, you sneaked inside, taking cover behind a wall. Silently, you knocked out two of them as they were trying to go outside. "Took out two.", you whispered into the mic. "We have eyes on five of them.", Thor answered. "Good, keep an eye on them, I will try to move further." "Understood."

Slowly, you sneaked closer, taking out another one that spotted you. "I'm in the main room, took out one more along the way.", you confirmed. "Perfect. The group remains unaware." Just as you were about to answer, a big dude walks out of a small sideroom. You were worried about this exact thing. "Who do we have here? Y/n L/n, better known as Medusa. You have made quite the fuss over that one time.", he smirks with silver teeth. You scrutinized him, trying to make sense of his words. Trying to remember him since he obviously knows you.

You heard asgardian armours creaking behind, the boys got ready for action. They knew something was wrong since you did not roger the last information. The dude looked over his shoulder briefly before looking back at you. "So it is true, you don't have any memory of the past. It's a shame, you were rather good.", he chuckled.

Every muscle in your body went rigid, his words made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Your biggest fear, set ablaze in the middle of a mission. "Y/n, do you know this guy?", Thor laid a hand on your shoulder which made you flinch.

You looked at him, mirroring his shocked expression.

"I- No, I.. Thor I don't remember.", your lip quivered, your heart thundered against your ribs. Your body went into freeze mode. You saw and heard everything, a gun clicking and being pointed in your face, heavy steps echoed through the big storage room, but you just couldn't move. The next few moments are a blur, your panic and fear overtook you as Loki disarmed the man, Thor knocked two who came running out the side. You crumpled to the floor, pulling your knees to your chest, wheezing. It feelt like the floor was swallowing you, your body in the constant motion of falling. Breathing got harder and harder, your lungs felt too big for your body. Everything felt out of place, the wrong size and your ears were ringing painfully loud.

It was clear to you that you had to calm down, that you were hyperventilating, but you couldn't snap out of it. The questions were crushing you like a bug.

Where does he know you from?

Why do you know a person like him?

"..y/n... calm down-..."

What did he mean?

"...need to breathe... hey!"

Did he..?

You winced at the hand meeting your knee, drawing them even closer, which wasn't really possible.

"Y/n. What is the matter?" Thor's voice made it through to you. You weakly lifted your head to look at him, holding your breath in shock instead of breathing too fast. He looked worried. "You are shaking. Y/n, what is wrong?", he observed and rubbed your upper arms in an attempt to warm you. Poor innocent Thor. You couldn't help but let a broken sob escape you, the humiliation of the situation settling in.

You just had a panic attack.

In the middle of a mission.

While a gun was pointed at you.

In front of not only Thor but also Loki, who you haven't even properly talked to. He can't stand you already, this will only make it worse.

"Talk to me. Are you hurt?", Thor asked softly while rubbing your knee in a comforting manner. You shook your head, burying it back between your knees.

"You have to breathe Agent.", the low baritone of the dark prince made your stomach flip. You squeezed your eyes shut, but you could still see the guy in front of you. Article after article of your research about your nickname. You already had it before Haydra took you, so you forgot its origin. When you got taken in by the others, you started researching Medusa and her history. What you found started your fears. The fear that your younger self sympathized with that character for a particular reason.

"Agent.", his voice rang in your ears again. Only then did you realize you were breathing rapidly again, mouth opened to take bigger gasps. The words from the guy echoed in your mind, trying to block them out, you pressed your palms flat to your ears, but it was no use. They were just as loud.

You yelped when you suddenly felt a hand press on your mouth, another pried your hand from one of your ears. "Deep breaths, come on. Breath in for four." You looked at him panicked but he kept a stern expression, "Through your nose, breathe in for four seconds. Now.". You did as you were told, despite counting being harder than it should have been. "Hold for seven.", he removed his hand from your mouth, the grip on your wrist grew softer. After seven seconds he said, "Now out of your mouth for eight."

You repeated the whole process once more and followed every step as you felt your heart rate slow down. You hesitantly opened your eyes and saw Loki in front of you, his eyes were filled with something you identified as deprecation. " 'm sorry", you mumbled as you chewed your cheek.

Out of all the people and out of all days, it had to be when he joined in.

"No need to be sorry, just keep breathing. 4 7 8.", he let go of you completely but his watch on your form got more intense.

As you kept breathing, the guys took care of the rest. The walk back to the chopper was silent. You let Thor fly while you sat back and thought about everything that went wrong. And every possibility on how that dude knew you. Occasionally Thor checked in with you and you half heartedly confirmed your well being. Loki brought you some water and sat back in the cockpit. You gulped that water down like a thirsty camel.

The worry never stopped though.

With all those mobsters, including the one that attacked you, in the back of the chopper, you didn't feel very safe. Even though Loki put a spell on all of them, keeping them unconscious as long as needed.

After a flight that felt like an eternity, you arrived back home and made a quick exit straight to your room. A hot shower was what you needed.

Unbeknownst to you, Thor and Loki took off again after handing over most of the suspects. Except one.

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[lillcarrionbird]

you're right that I didn't consider outside the US but that doesn't mean you're not a freak for having a "vendetta" against servers. if you hate them so much don't eat out. are they asking you personally for money? I don't think they're entitled for doing their job as expected. you're continuing to talk as if they're below you. you think they're a burden when they're serving your food and daring to talk to you like humans talk to each other? I can tell you personally I've only ever worked front-facing jobs where I have to talk to customers, and whether it's a job where I get tipped or not, I often genuinely enjoy talking to people. it's hard to believe you've worked a shit retail job if you genuinely hate others working shit minimum wage jobs.

"iF yOu hATe sErVers DOnT eAt oUT"

Do you fucking hear yourself? I cannot express just how much I'm rolling my eyes.

I have seen servers throw a fit because people didn't tip them and I had a server come back to the table to to ask why we tipped less than 18% (we had tipped 12%, which is still fucking generous considering we were 3 minimum wage retail workers with very little disposable income! And this person has the gall to shame us for not giving them a bigger tip???!). So yeah, I do find this behavior extremely entitled.

I don't think servers themselves are a burden, but I DO think tipping is an extreme burden on poor people. Especially in a place where servers make the SAME minimum wage as everyone else. And now, more and more places are adding tip options. The barista puts a muffin in a bag and the machine pops up asking for a tip? Say it with me kids, creating a culture where you shame poor people into subsidizing wages of other poor people is a problem.

Literally in the original comment (that apparently you only read half of before getting enraged enough to direct message me?), I even said I tip and I am polite to servers. But apparently not being enthused about chit-chatting with strangers, and disagreeing with the fact that I, a poor person, am pressured into giving them extra money for doing the basic requirements of any service job, is somehow thinking they are below me?

And until I see servers starting a campaign to extend tipping to every single minimum wage service industry I'm going to continue on with my "vendetta" 🙄

[dittolicous]

i think im having my midlife crisis. cuz time is passing so fast and im just... so tired. so tired of spending everyday miserable and stressed and hoping tomorrow will be better, when it never is.

i dont want to have to struggle for another 10 years just to get a simple little home that isnt infested with roaches or has rats in the walls. i want to be able to get up in the morning to drink coffee and watch the news. see kids walking to school. learn to sew. go fishing every now and again. own a car. be able to sleep without fretting over which bill to pay before cutoff.

i. i dont feel like ill ever escape. the community around me doesn't care because im not homeless of suffering enough, because i can still work even if im a husk of a human. because everyone has to work or die. work or die.

ive spent thr last few days pouring over applications, loan possibilities, houses, financial aid, bills, etc. no jobs have reached back to me except scams or ones that are basically downgrades from what i already do. i look and i look and i look, i used that suggested google jobs thing, but all the good jobs are off the island, require 10000 years experience, have no benefits, or are all work that i utterly despise. i dont qualify for loans and make too much for financial aid.

and they always say the same thing. get rid of your pets (as if rehoming is even cheap or easy), get rid of internet, make sacrifises sacrifices and more sacrifices. get up at 4am to wait in food bank lines for old meat, leftover produce, and stale cake. constantly plead to strangers and justify your life. because thats just life! your not allowed to have nice things when youre poor, dont you know? if you do, then thats wasting money and we wont help you. you deserve what you get because happiness comes with money.

i just want out. and i guess jokes on them. if i rehome my pets, well, that would mean id finally be free to off myself. because im sorry to say, but theyre the only thing that holds me back. i hate this world. i wasnt built to survive here. i dont have any passions or drive or... anything.

i dont know why im here. just to suffer and be miserable until im too old and weak to work, to die alibe in a ditch.... i dont have anything worth anything.

and what makes me fucking laugh! is that the last time i went to my psych appointment i was like. i cant do this! im tired of being tired! and they pushed me to try their therapy again and that theyd get a case worker to call me and to think of all things i can change instead of what i cant... i agreed but was open with how i didn't have much faith in the system. how they failed me in the past and that makes me wary.

that was two weeks ago.

case worker never called me. therapist never called me. i cant change anything.

all because of stupid fucking bills and checks and jobs and money because no one deserves to live happy!

ill never escape. ill never have a live worth living. i dont have anyone to go to the movies or amusement parks with, no one who would drop by for coffee and a chat, no one to go to cons with. im just a little icon on a blue website. if i died tomorrow, if my queue ended... no one would mourn me not really. no one would cry. because im just broken and incapable of making genuine connections. id just be another quiet blog, a blip in the radar.

[vtori73]

There is this thing/thoughts I wish I could articulate well enough to make into a post but basically the main gist it I think it's rather odd the "privileged creative," is still such a rampant belief despite the fact that there are many, many MANY artists who are poor, who are not well off who are taken advantage of because of their passions and love for what they do. Sure, there are those who are privileged I'm even willing to say there a bit more privileged people going in the field than most when it comes to the arts but I'm curious as to why this sentiment doesn't ever seem to be applied equally to literally any other field especially those that really do require a lot of privilege and resources than most others? Isn't anyone who is able to freely pursue what they want that requires education, skill and training, specifically like getting a college degree, privileged? You don't even need a degree to be an artist, unlike a lot of other jobs. And while some might counter this by saying they are more privileged than those working manual labor jobs, those working at fast food places, retail, etc i counter that with... you do know those could be the same people right? Many artists are not just artists, they can't afford to be, sure some work more cushy jobs but I'm pretty sure a good chunk dont.

Like I said, I can't really get into it as well as I would like but it is hard for me to stomach the continued belief of the "privilege artist" just because they are able to pursue arts and be artists to begin with even though I've seen so many artists who just are trying to get by who are literally poor due to various factors out of their control and is really their main or only source of income or the many who are screwed over by their employees who get rich off their hard work while they either scrape by or end up living in poverty.

And, something I just thought about was a sentiment I saw shared about how if everyone's needs were taken care of many more would pursue art and while I initially found myself believing it thinking on it some more now I honestly don't think that's true at all. Sure more would be able to go into art fields that require more resources, more connections, more funding and support, etc but at the end of the day not everyone wants to be creative or make art or will find out they dont. At the heart of this sentiment, it feels more like it means "if everyone could choose to do something like art they would over actual work," treating art more or as just a hobby than a legit profession that requires effort and hard work, it isn't effortless or easy to do and because of that is one reason WHY many people don't become artists it's not worth it to them. Sure, many would be able to dabble in art as a hobby, for fun, but that's vastly different from making art regularly that requires skills and effort and not to mention wouldn't be limited to art, tbh. I'm sure lots of people would pick up non-art related hobbies too if they couldn't before due to cost, time, resources, access, etc.

And it is hard for me not to see it this way because I see how much the average person, even other creatives who don't work or do that specific kind of art, are quick to devalue and debase art and artists for whatever reason they can come up with not even usually for legit reasons just petty callousness & entitlement.

...I should stop, this is becoming less and less coherent, I should have gone to sleep a looooong time ago but couldn't so then... THIS happened.

The main point I was trying to get at is the continued privileged artist belief only helps reinforce our society's continued attitude of art not being a serious endeavor and profession regardless of what art they do and instead only gets recognized when it is done by the most privileged out there. Which only helps the most privileged and rich out there who aren't (or were) artists make huge profits off exploiting these creatives and gives them more a reason or more correctly an easy excuse to continue the exploitation because "art is just something privileged people get to do." I mean, that's pretty close to literally what people who created generative ai said (if I'm remembering correctly) and some will argue that's just an excuse by them and while I don't disagree a lot of people legitimately believe in this excuse to some extent.

[goat-yells-at-everything]

Today was an... interesting day at school.

A little background.

The school does work in sets of 5 week mods which dont rely on knowing the other mods information. Its a tech school so doing it that way makes it possible to start new students every 5 weeks.

So the mod after I started there were 4 new students. One has dropped by this point (personal issues) so its 2 girls and a guy. Poor guys the only testosterone in a sea of estrogen.

But our story is not with him, rather the 2 girls. One of them was a bit rough around the edges but we've ultimately become friends. The other... well... Shes probably the most entitled cunt I've had the misfortune of knowing. Ever.

From day one she has complained about the workload and bitched about wanting to leave early and so on and so forth. Note that this is a 3 year program crammed into 40 weeks AND we only have to be on campus for 2 days a week. The workload was impressed on us very very heavily from the day we signed up AND she's even been through another program at this school! She KNOWS how it works.

Shes also been reprimanded for sexually harassing the one guy and had to be told that sleeping on the tables during class is unprofessional.

Lovely woman, right?

So fast forward to present. Well, actually 2 weeks ago. Up to this point girl1 had been doing everything she could to befriend this monster for some reason I still don't get. I mean, I'd been nice to her as best I could but I wasn't going out of my way for this rude entitled bint. But G1 was doing everything she could to be a good friend. Picked her up when her car wouldn't start, helped her with homework, even made her dinner a half a dozen times! Now, this girl is not only in school full time but has a full time job, a child, and other commitments I'm not at liberty to mention, just know they require several more hours a week on top of the rest.

Well, one day G1 has a lot on her plate and can't take the time to drop everything and go see the Bint and her new car. This tipped off a torrid of passive aggressive bs in class that evolved into full on harassment online. For 2 weeks! So G1 finally said "enough is enough" and blocks the bint on everything. Of course this pisses the Bint off but G1 has some peace finally.

Till today.

Now, G1 is going to have surgery later this week. Our teacher asks her in class if she's nervous and, well, YA. G1 laughs and mentions all the things her doc says could go wrong is making her even more nervous and says she'll have to have people checking in on her afterwards.

The Bint makes and off hand comment "I ain't checking on anyone."

G1 goes off. I mean, after 2 weeks of harassment, I 100% don't blame her.

Another girl in class manages to get her to leave the room with her. The Bint basically demands to be allowed to leave and does. At least, I thought she did.

Teach says we're gonna take a break and I go to see if G1 and other girl are out in OTs car. They weren't so we (Rosie and me) head back inside and pass the Bint whos screaming into her phone. I thought she left???

I get back inside and find the director of education advising G1 and OT to go home for the day and how they arent in trouble but its best for their mental health not to be there. So teach walks them out and in the interim I find out from everyone else that the Bint had COME BACK IN and actually tried to start a PHYSICAL FIGHT after everything!

I'm both disappointed i missed it and glad I wasn't there. My anxiety was already pretty high from the verbal fight so this shit woulda put me over the edge but DAMN it! I miss everything!

So tonight I'm texting OT what they'd missed and making sure they were ok (shes the one that Rosie acts as an ESA for in class a lot). She then sends a screenshot from another person in class who said she'd gotten a message on fb from the Bint saying the Bint had been dropped from the program.

I feel like fucking celebrating.

No more of her bitching. No more of her drama.

Hate that this is what it took to get her dropped. G1 and OT didn't deserve that at all.

But I'm damn glad its over and so are they.

[brandonwayneb]

I have eternity,

all these excuses to touch each other on earth, ultimately make no sense.

all that matters is

Clean Karma

and Eternity

My Soul floats above this world,

and I watch these same 'white powers' recycle 'Sky Pizza', and 'Strawberry Vanilla Straws'

all day everyday...

"new skins"

same white power shits with piss poor karma..

You'd laugh if you noticed how many white people lie for materialism or genetic wars...

hah... they've lied so many times,

that they literally stare in a "Sky Pizza Pit" ALLLLLLL day,

playing strawberry suck games...

Recycled Skin,

same broken white systems lol

You'd find out how embarrassing this world actually is...

if you dont have innocence.

if you dont have clean karma,

you dont have proper eternity

I will keep for eternity,

meanwhile "world domination" will learn what ETERNAL EVOLUTION is..

"Cell Pits"

"Sky Pizza"

and "Strawberry Vanilla Suck Straws"

hmmm... white agenda is ridiculously sick and embarrassing..

thats why i just float there waiting for them all to die or give up...

meanwhile my body on earth, is constantly harassed by whites making excuses to rape and lab crime each other

Lol... you guys would find this world embarrassing if it wasnt for the innocent...

because there's so many corrupt government agencies.. specially WHITE... that only have body dysmorphia issues..

white guys walking around,

in "recycled skin" or "new skin"

but the same world shit agendas

You look better,

You're finally healthy PHYSICALLY..

but ur still the same nasty white fucker.. sorry not sorry!

I dont care for "Sky Pizza"

I dont care for "Cell Pits"

I dont care for "Strawberry Suck Van Vanilla"

I just care to Stare at these same ****ers for ETERNITY..

I've been floating there...

and I can stay floating there...

i dont even need this body!

i dont even need to live here at all!

Im just a living citizen,

Im just a living first hand witness..

but this is not my first, nor my last body...

but what will outlast forever is my Karma and Eternity

So go ahead "white power"

play with "Sky Pizza"

play with "Skin Factory"

play with "Cell Pits"

pretty disgusting,

physically eventually whites will lose their purposely for crimes...

but SOUL wise,

they're war and nothing more.

they will have to make a new world,

where someone hasnt already witnessed them...

"Sky Pizza"

"Skin Factory"

"Cell Pits"

"Strawberry Vanilla Suck Van Victims"

well... that 'cycle' will go out of style eventually too...

People aren't aware enough,

The universe is unending,

My soul literally floats beyond here,

and i watch everyone murder and make excuses to lie and touch each other.

ur touching flesh..

ur eating soul..

but the original?

LOL!! my entire soul is ONLY karma and eternity,

so its always really funny watching these nasty ass 'white powers' play 'world domination' around me..

oh no! my flesh!

oh no! metaphysical threats!

lol where's Karma?

where's Eternity?

Uh oh! where'd ur attention span go? :)

"Sky Pizza" and

"Cell Pits"

white power codes...

oh no! protect ur flesh!

the white guys may want to lie again!

lol recycled pizza

Welcome to Earth

what an embarrassment and shame,

worldly 24/7

Keep MY, advice,

Brandon's advice

Karma & Eternity

Let white teams play with "Sky Pizza" and "Cell Pits"

oh dont forget they love Strawberries to code murder Van Vanilla, oh... pssssssst, i head they like "Blood Ivy Kite Surf & Turf" too

oh yah, Salad Dressings,

"Temple Blood Letting"

and "white excuses"

I find it funny how white teams recycle their skin, but have the same shitty motives...

yay... another white person..

ew... the karma is off..

ew.. they arent even proud of THEIR own version of eternity

Karma and Eternity,

thats all thats required..

too bad recycling white skin, wont save you...

"Sky Pizza"

"Cell Pits"

and white teams making excuses to lie about "Strawberry Vanilla Sundays"

hah... Eternity is literally Eternity

Brandon Wayne Burdett

Birds & Bees

Life Vows

24/7

[enpr-ss]

quality tags:

#reigen pays his taxes but he is absolutely claiming every snack he buys his employees as a business expense

#of COURSE reigen pays his taxes!!! hes a law-abiding citizen hes just not a truth-abiding one#his whole deal is that he genuinely helps solve peoples problems through lying#its the funniest thing ever#‘oh your tire is flat? of course of course it is the flat tire spirit… let me just replace it for you for the cheapest price around’

#reigen does his taxes properly bc he practises what he preaches and he's a good citizen#but also because 'his father works for the government ' and i hc that that means#that his dad is like the tax auditor for his district#and reigen is not about to risk a stern yet professional private email from reigen senior#that contacts him for the first time in 5 years over a mistake on his tax form#and just more canonically speaking#reigen only startef fighting terrorists to prove his insurance the true cause of his destroyed office#if he wasn't willing to scam his insurance to save his livelihood he ain't gonna commit tax fraud

#calling him a con artist isnt really accurate#when you contact spirits and such agency with your spirit problem#no matter what the actual cause is#he will solve your problem#its just that its not usually the way he says hes doing it#he even does actually have real psychics on the payroll for when real exorcisms ARE required!!!#hes basically just a multi purpose handyman service with supernatural paint#and you know what?? he doesnt even upcharge his services to take advantage of his dumb clients either really!!!#yeah he does do the multiple plans multiple installments thing but like. even with that hes still the cheapest exorcist in the phonebook#and unlike all the others his service is legit!!#he gets MAD at other exorcists in his position who charge more than him to do nothing!!#hes evidently cheap enough that he gets jobs from high schoolers and dirt poor farmers#one time he took SEEDS as payment because thats all the client could afford!!#is that a con artist??? do con artists ask dirt cheap prices for legitimate work???#no but legitimate businesses also dont usually BLATANTLY LIE about what their services even ARE either!!!#reigen is WEIRD!!!

#he literally lies for a living and yet he is the moral backbone of the whole damn series

#He’s a Jack of all tradesman but couldn’t convince anyone of that so he pretends to be psychic so people will hire him#Its shouldn’t work but it does because no one’s willing to believe a single person can competently do all the things he does#But their all ready to believe a psychic can magically fix their problems

#listen he fills an an ecological niche#he draws in people that would get taken advantage of#and actually helps them for cheap (he outcompetes all the malicious conmen)

#no genuinely he is so fascinating cuz he’s not really about the scamming as much as he is about solving the problem#also if someone firmly believes a ghost is giving them back pain what are u gonna really say to that?? like yea sure n I have an exorcizing#massage that’ll fix it

#he lies about the process not the result

#Like reigen is a worse person than you think but he’s also a BETTER person than you think and that is the point of the whooole manga

#he's the fake it til you make it type except what he's faking is his resume while getting the job done through any means necessary

Reigen is one of those characters where like. he clearly has a strong moral code but not in a way that makes any fucking sense. People compare him to other con artist characters all the time but he would hate these people because he has an ethical objection to taking people’s money without actually helping them solve their problems. even though usually his method to solve these problems is Lying.

he is a con artist who’s morally opposed to scamming people. he has so many scruples and yet continues to run a business where he lies to literally everyone who comes through the door. i am going to study him like a bug.

[a-cloudy-dayy]

helping your little with cronic pain!🦭

(this is based on the experience i have with my little and from research i made but it can be different for every kiddo)

☁️ listen to what they tell you, do not take their pain as something unimportant or silly

☁️ assure them that it's not their fault nor did they do something wrong to have to go through this

☁️ do not force them to do more than what they are capable of unless they request it

☁️ suggest warm baths or a massage

☁️ stablish a routine with simple tasks they can do + reward them when they complete the tasks

☁️ give them lots of attention and reassuring words

☁️ make sure they have a proper sleeping/eating schedule (poor sleep can worsen pain)

☁️ they might suggest their own way of dealing with that pain and it's your job to listen and not criticize it

☁️ avoid over-focusing on the pain as to not make them think about it more than they should

☁️ do not isolate your kiddo, encourage them to play maybe sitting down or cooking something as well

☁️ avoid being over-protective: we all make a huge fuss when our babies are in pain and believe me, it's a normal thing, but in some cases it can make the situation even more overwhelming for them

☁️ if needed, prompt them so they can tell you where they're feeling the pain + avoid touching the area unless they request you to

☁️ even in pain, your kiddo should respect the rules that have been specified beforehand, that means they dont have any kind of immunity to those (do not accept bad behavior or hurtful words)

☁️ don't go crazy over trying to find a cause for your kiddos pain, most of the time, no matter how much research you do, it doesn't have an identifiable cause. it will just make them feel worse about it, let's try to avoid it.

☁️ plan activities that don't require much movement, something they can enjoy and have fun with

☁️ cuddles are a must, of course with your kiddo's consent first

☁️ help them with tasks only when needed

☁️ i cannot stress this enough: assure them it's not their fault to go through this!!

☁️ make them laugh, those precious giggles should never disappear

☁️ make sure they are wearing comfy clothes and that they have their favorite stuffie with them

☁️ put some relaxing music and try some breathing exercises

☁️ big stretches can help (only in some cases) so try to add it in the routine as well

☁️ always do your research, they deserve to have someone acknowledging their situation

most importantly: don't leave them alone, validate their feelings and the pain they are in. it's important for us to be empathetic and to understand. it can get too much at some point but if it's hard for you imagine how hard it can be for them! take a deep breath, regain some power and go back to that kiddo that loves you <3

and to those little kiddos that struggle with this, you're seen, you're important and you are so so valid! there's always a rainbow after the storm💌

if there is something inaccurate, offensive or explained wrongly please let me know either on my dms or asks and i will change it!

[toots-senpai]

HEYY!! JUST WONDERIN IF YOU COULD DO A MASKY AND HOODIE YANDERE THING WHERE THEY BOTH LOVE THE READER BUT ALSO MAKE IT SMUT?? IDK BUT DO YOUR MAGIC IG?!! :D

Playing an Illusion

Authors response: lol i tried but i dont have enough in me. also i canon most creeps as yandere anyways

Author: @toots-senpai

Fandom: creepypasta

Pairing: yandere!masky x reader x yandere!hoodie

Rating: R 19+

Word Count: 713

Warnings: TW: Murder! TW: Somnophilia! Yandere! Double Penetration mention, not tagging correctly i dont think

MINORS DNI

i don't except follows from ageless blogs, you will be blocked!!

nsfw under the cut

Tim and Brian have slightly equal schedules, it's just off by 2-3 hours. It's been well with the two of them, equally being shared between their warm bodies at night and all of the love and sex you could ever need. For once, it seems like you were actually in a stable relationship compared to all your last ones. That was only until you saw what was happening behind the scenes. The three of you have a huge trust bond that honestly nothing could break. You thought that it was really due to them trusting you, but of course that wasn't the case. Behind the scenes your co-workers are experiencing real trauma, friends, even random people that you conversed with once or twice have experienced the harsh reality of your boyfriends.

You figured it out after talking to some co-workers about it a day before both of them came home, blood soaked and laughing to each other while grossly commenting about you. Unaware of your presence on the couch somehow that day you were easy to slip past them and find the mess they left. That one persistent guy that you saw every morning while he asked for your number and commented on your tight jeans, finally got his ass handed to him. in the back of the alley of your workplace he lay with his head smashed in. Humiliated with his clothes torn off and pedophilic slurs written over his own body in his own blood. The boys clearly had a lot of fun with him and though they were unaware earlier of where you went they knew now. Masky alerting their presence behind you with a cocky scoff.

"You know there's a camera there at that corner love?" It wasn't a surprise that there was when you looked. The boys love making their presence known, especially in the small fearful town, their masks on wanted posters everywhere in the town. Of course they would play you as the victim in this moment, both of them rushing onto your frame and pushing you to the opposite wall of the alley. What the camera sees is another poor person being harassed by these masks. Not the way Brian knows how to make you wet in less than seconds with soft touches and sloppy licks to your neck and most definitely not the way Tim has your lip movement against his locked to memory, knowing exactly how to make you whine by just a tug of his pearly teeth to your lower lip.

The camera doesn't pay attention like the way you and Brian do. A movement of his wet bloodied glove going up your bare thigh and a glare has him shooting the camera just so you can push the both of the bloody men off. Immediately going to lecturing the two of them for trying to distract them of their lack of evidence clean up.

Don't get them wrong, they clean up after themselves usually, but they also are always drunk and or possessive or even both. You are their instructor at times and they love you for that. They equally love the way you change for both of their needs and how attentive you are to their problems. They appreciate that with every lap at their tongue on your cunt early in the mornings, with every bit of food or drinks they make for you. Everything you want given in less than 24 hours without any begging. No other friends but you have the two best lovers you could ever have in exchange.

Yet dealing with both of their kinks together can be agonizing at times. Sexually tiring and mentally draining. Keeping up with their violent tendencies and sexual needs require at least a full day of sleep and they'll let you stay in the bed as long as you want. You can never get a full break from them though. They'll kiss your sleeping form and even go as far as to waking you up with their cocks filing your ass and cunt to the brim with sharp thrusts rudely waking you from deep slumbers. Filling you to the brim with their cum and leaving you there to sleep once more once they've finished using your body for their desires.