#Fuck tyrants yo

[flashing-blades]

I blink. Once. Twice. “You can’t be fucking serious.”

The tyrant’s grim facade breaks, for just a moment. A streak of confusion dashes across her face. “Excuse me?”

“Are you really trying to pretend like you’re above me?” Bile rises to the back of my throat. I spit on the polished floor between us. Her eye twitches. “Bastard. You probably even believe it too.”

There is a rage in her that wasn’t there before. “I know each name. I recall each face. For you to dare imply that I know not the price I paid in blood. I bear the weight of my sins every waking moment.” She sneers. “You’ve killed thousands, and you spare nary a thought for the souls you reap.”

She breathes in, taking a moment to compose herself. When she opens her eyes, the rage is gone. Only cold contempt remains. “And so you reveal your nature. Do you think yourself the hero? Does each of those lives mean nothing to you? You lay waste wherever you go. Death follows your path. And all to snuff out one more.”

I nod, locking eyes with her. “Thousands. I’ve lost count. Some I’ve forgotten.” My eyes do not leave hers.

“Yes. All to kill you.” I step forward. My hand grips tighter around the handle of my sickle. “What about yours?”

This time, she does not break. She rests her head on her hand, and opens her mouth to speak. But my words seem to register. No sound comes out as she furrows her brow.

I continue. “You don’t need to answer that question. We both know. Each and every person you killed was for this.” I gesture at the throne room, slick with carefully carved marble and granite. “For your seat of power. For your place at the centre of the world. And to what end?” I bark out a laugh. “You’d probably say that it’s for peace. So that you can guide the world to a brighter future. You probably tell yourself that every day. But just because you lie to yourself doesn’t make it true.”

There it is. That same rage as the mask falls away. “I brought order to this land. War ravaged the country before I stepped in. Danger encroached from every side.”

“And in return, we received steel blades at our throats. Shiny metal knights on every corner, watching for any sign of insurrection. Friend turned against friend for fear of retribution. Your peace is violence and terror.” Fury grips my voice, clouds my vision. “Our barons strangle the life out of our towns. Tax and steal until there’s nothing but the dust of the lives that were there before. And you do nothing.”

She slams her fist on her arm rest. “You couldn’t even begin to imagine the challenges-“

I shout louder. “Damn the challenges! The fact remains that you did nothing while they ran our lives into the dirt! Because if you annoy them enough, they have the resources to pose a threat to you.” I gesture at the side of the throne, where the carvings lie. “How many of those were ‘the last?’”

She says nothing.

“You grieve your sins, and yet you continue to slaughter in the name of your throne. 769 people have died today. Tomorrow there will be another. The day after that, perhaps there will be two more. Each will be the last. As well as the next one. And the next.” My voice evens out. I regain my composure, though the edge of my words remain. “That you remember means nothing. You kill to keep your grip on our world. No more, no less.” I step forward again. She moves to stand. “I fight, and I kill, yes. But we are nothing alike. I believe in a brighter future. You tear out the throats of any who do.”

I raise my blade to the tyrant. “To the tomorrow you don’t believe in.”

I charge.

“How many people have died to achieve this world domination of yours?” “769.” “…What?” “769 people died to achieve my plans. I counted them, and had each of their names etched on my throne so I never forget what my victory cost the world. Now tell me, how many have you killed to see me dead?”

[littlxpxtal]

You Get Me So High

TYRANTS || STORY MASTERLIST

PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader

WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ Content, swearing, sexual content, drug and alcohol use, violence

WORD COUNT: 4.3k

I wanna be high all the time

Would you come with me?

Used to stick together

You’re my best friend, I’ll love you forever

If you can just let me know if it’s okay

To call you when I’m lonely

February Cont.

“Show me a picture of this dude so I know who to look out for.” Sarah says after she puts the car in park in my driveway.

My hand trembles as I type in his instagram handle.

“Oh my god. Oh my GOD” she screeches, slapping my arm. “You’re never going to believe me when I say this.”

”What WHAT” I shout back in response, my heart racing and palms getting sweaty.

”Y/N, he was there at the beach that day. During the whole Ruthie thing. He was one of the losers heckling Kie when she was trying to confront them. He’s the reason JJ threatened to kill them all.” My jaw dropped.

”There .. there’s no way. He- he isn’t like that.” I stammer.

”I swear on my mom, y/n. Send that to our group chat for Kie and Cleo to confirm but im so serious that’s him.”

”Fuck. This guy is really not who I thought he was.”

”No, he’s not at all. So, what are you going to do when you see him at school tomorrow?” She said as I unbuckled my seatbelt. I sighed and looked out the window at my house.

“I don't even want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he hurt me. I’m just going to ignore him…. I think” Sarah reached over and squeezed my hand.

“We’re here for you. Im sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me most-“

“It’s Valentine’s Day, I shouldn’t expect any of you to come running to my side, but im glad you did. Will you tell John B hello for me?” I say, cutting her off. She gave me a soft smile and nodded her head.

“Of course” she says and I step out of the car, waving goodbye as I walk towards my front door.

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”Pogue fucker” Noah mumbles under his breath as he passes me in the hall. I stop in my tracks, my body tenses and I process what he just said.

I turn on my heels and look at him straight in the eyes. Sabrina, who was walking down the hall with me, grabs my arm.

”The fuck did you just call me?” I say through gritted teeth.

”you heard me. You’re a pogue fucker.” He says with a smile. His friends standing next to him like a bunch of chumps.

I take a step forward towards him. So much for ignoring him.

”I don’t know who made you think you can say shit like that, but you’re sure as hell not going to say something like that to me.”

”Oh really? What’re you gonna do? Have your boyfriend JJ gun me down?”

I begin to lunge forward before Sabrina holds me back.

”Alright that’s enough Noah” she yells at him, pushing herself infront of me.

”What you did was fucked up Noah, leading her on like that, then ghosting her. She’s not dating JJ by the way, I don’t know where you got that information but its incorrect. And what’s wrong with being a pogue fucker anyways?” She says, crossing her arms over her chest.

His group of friends laugh and Noah looks past Sabrina at me.

”Everyone knows you and JJ fucked, that’s just facts.”

”THATS NOT TRUE” I shout behind Sabrina.

”And you literally just posted about hanging out with Pogues, so there’s no way you aren’t still slumming it down on the cut when you get the chance.” He continues. My blood is boiling at this point. A crowd has started to form around us just before the bell for dismissal rings,

”Besides the fact that you’re an ignorant douche, I suggest you keep this shit to yourself. You’re spreading lies about a nice girl who did NOTHING to you except trust you. Rot in hell, DICK.” She screams the last bit before dragging me by the arm out the front doors of the school.

”Are you okay hun?” She asks, wrapping her arm around my side. My head hung low, avoiding eye contact with anyone, especially those who just saw the altercation go down.

”Yea ‘m fine I just wanna go home.”

”You gonna be okay?” She asks, and I nod my head in response.

”I just want to lay in bed” I say with a sigh.

”I love you” she says before walking towards her car.

”Love you too Sab, thank you.”

When I get into my car I see a text from my mom

Your dad and I decided to leave for Charlotte tonight rather than in the morning, and Lucy decided to come with us. Did you still want to stay home this weekend?

Yea I’ll be fine. Got homework and stuff to get done.

ok love you!

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After rotting in bed until 8:30pm I decided to get up and make myself dinner. We had some chicken breasts and lemons, so I decided to make a makeshift chicken piccata.

While the chicken was baking my music silenced itself, and my phone started ringing.

Incoming Call: Rafe Cameron

I take a second before answering, holding my breath to hear what he has to say.

”Hello?” I speak into the phone, peering down into the oven to check on the chicken.

”Hey um,” he sniffles in the background, his voice sounds broken up over the phone.

”Are you home?”

”Yes, are you okay?” I ask, concern starting to rise in my voice.

”Can I come over?” He whispers into the phone. There’s a beat of silence before I answer.

”Yes.”

”Alright I’m kind of already here, could you open the front door?”

I jump and turn around to see that the front porch light is infact, on.

“Coming” I say, running over to open the door.

He stands on the side of the doorway, clutching his side, a hoodie over his head. As I open the door farther he leans in, practically falling inside.

”Holy Shit Rafe what’s going on?” I shriek, catching him before he topples over.

”Can I lay down?” He asks, his voice is hoarse. I pull him over to the living room couch, helping him get comfortable, I pull his hoodie down, to reveal a bruise on his cheekbone and a bloody nose.

”God Rafe you need to tell me who did this to you.”

He let out a dark laugh, one i hadn’t heard in a very long time.

“You’re not going to believe me.”

”Try me” I say while standing up to walk to the first floor bathroom and get the med kit.

I return back to rafe on the couch, with the kit and a wet rag.

I begin to wipe the dried blood off his face and put some medicine on his cuts. He winces at my touch, but doesn’t refuse.

Our faces are dangerously close at this point, and i can feel his breath on my face. My pulse quickens and I realize he still didn't answer my question.

��So, whats the other guy looking like right now?” I ask, trying to lighten the tense mood. He opens his mouth to answer right when the oven timer rings.

”Shit sorry one second. Did you have dinner?”

He grumbles some sort of response I can barely hear as I walk into the kitchen, putting on a glove to take out the chicken.

I place the breasts back on the pan, glazing it with white wine and squeezing a fresh lemon into the sauce.

“That smells amazing” Rafe comments before sitting on on of the island chairs.

”Rafe go lay back down.” I instruct, as I begin to plate the dish, now splitting it into two servings.

“You patched me up, im all better.” He says, faking a smile. I roll my eyes before setting a plate infront of him.

”Eat this, and then you’ll feel better.” He looks down at the plate, then back at me.

”are you sure, I really don’t -“ I cut him off with a wave of my hand in his face.

”shush, just tell me how good it is.” He cuts into the chicken and takes a bite, while I pour us two glasses of water.

”holy shit this is gas.” He says with a Mouth full.

“I know” I say confidently, giving him a full smile before taking a seat next to him.

After a few minutes of us eating in silence, I turn to look at him.

”So why did you come here?” I ask with genuine sincerity and curiosity. He finishes swallowing and turns his head to look back at me.

“This is kind of our thing isn’t it? Coming to each other at our lowest.” He lets out a chuckle before taking a sip of water.

”I guess that’s true,” I respond, thinking back to every time we’ve been in situations like this.

”and I don’t like people to see me like… like this.”

”vulnerable?”

he looks away after my comment, I can tell his head is swimming with thoughts, he’s far away right now, I needed to figure out how to bring him back. Before I could come up with another question, he finishes his last bite and stands up, walking over to the sink to rinse it off.

“You don’t need to do that” I say, protesting.

“Shush” he mimicks me.

I finish up my own last bite and he takes the plate away from infront of me, and starts to wash it.

I walk to the living room, and clean up the med kit, placing it back in the bathroom, when I return, I find rafe putting his shoes back on.

”What’re you doing?” I question, my breath hitching in my throat at the thought of him leaving so soon.

”I. Don’t wanna be a bother. You probably got stuff to do, it’s a Friday night and all.”

”no!” I shout, louder than I had anticipated, making us both flinch. “stay. Im home alone and could use the company.”

“Y/n,” he starts. I walk over and stand infront of him, blocking him from the door.

”I said I want you to stay.” His eyes look back and forth between me and the door a few times before he gives in.

“Well what were you going to do before I showed up?” He asks, taking his shoes back off.

”I was going to watch a movie, The KIlling of a Sacred Deer, you heard of it?”

”That the one with Nicole Kidman?” He says with a smirk.

I give his shoulder a slight shove and shake my head.

”Come on, we can watch it downstairs.” He follows my lead to the basement, trailing right behind, but stopping when we pass the bar.

”Rafe…” I raise my eyebrows at him. “Don’t even think about it.”

”Chill baby I’m just checking out what your dad has in stock,” he hums at me before touching the end of my hair.

“You know, I’ve always loved your hair.” He murmurs, leaning down a few inches infront of my face.

“Thanks, I grew it myself.” I respond plainly, walking into my room. He lets out a huff and follows me in. I fumble to pick up the pile of clothing at the edge of my bed, shoving it into my closet. I run to get the trash off of my nightstand before he starts laughing.

”I didnt expect a guest okay, don’t start with me.” I shoot daggers at him and he raises his hands in defense.

“You know how Sarah’s room can get. Im not judging.” He crawls onto my bed, laying his head on one of my squishmallows. ”I think this ones my favorite” he says, pointing to the large Axolotl in the corner.

I smile and climb onto the bed with him.

”He actually doesn’t have a name yet.” I inform him, picking up the remote to turn my TV on, “you should help me name him.”

Rafe raises his eyebrows and then looks back at the plush figure. I can see his mind thinking, and I find myself watching him intently for a few moments before he turns to make eye contact with me. His demeanor had softened dramatically compared to the state he was in an hour ago. Luckily his face wasn’t swelling, and looked like his cuts would heal nicely.

“What about .. Fred?”

I let out a laugh, louder than I think we both expected, causing Rafe to let out a deep chuckle himself.

”Okay okay yeah that was bad. Hmm what about Reek?”

“Like from Game of Thrones?” A smile spreads across his face.

”Yes.” He says softly, touching my hair again.

”Well if he’s going to be a game of thrones character, maybe he should be Drogon, one of Daenerys’s dragons.”

”Hm I like that, Drogon has a ring to it.”

I turn back to the TV and press play on the movie.

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”Okay so where the fuck was the deer?’ Rafe asks as the credits roll on the screen.

”You are not being serious are you right now?”

”Y/N, that was a horrifying movie. Why’s every piece of media you show me actually insane.”

”Have you ever considered im insane?”

”Its crossed my mind for sure.” I gasp, with a roll of my eyes before turning on a random episode of Its Always Sunny in Philadelphia on.

“So.” I say, my eyes grazing over his long body on my bed, when my eyes catch up to his face, he’s already looking intently at me.

”So..” he responds. I fiddle with the hem of my shorts before taking in a sharp breath.

”Are you going to tell me who did that to you?”

His eyes flicker down my body and then back up at my eyes. He lays his head back on the headboard and closes his eyes.

“It was my dad.”

I immediately sit straight up.

”Rafe, what?” My hand reaches over to grab his. He stays still, letting me hold it.

“We got into an argument over the settlement that just went down,and he was drinking. There’s some stuff going on with Peterkin that’s got him all riled up and he took it out on me.”

“I, I’m so sorry I don’t even know what to say. You don’t deserve to be related like that at all, especially from your dad.

He finally opens his eyes and looks at me, I could tell he was trying to fight off any intense emotions, holding his body tense. I moved closer to him, draping my arm across his body, my head resting against his.

”can you not tell anyone about this? I’m going to tell the guys it was a fight with a pogue and I don’t need you and your little friends running around saying the opposite.”

I nudge my forehead against his, “I wouldn’t do that” I whisper, inching my nose towards his. I watch his eyes flicker up at mine, then down at my lips.

“I know you wouldn’t,” He brings his hand up to my cheek and pulls me closer, our lips hovering over each other.

“Always such a good girl for me.” My breath hitches in my throat, and I push my mouth against his. Our lips collide, and a guttural moan vibrates from his mouth through mine. Rafe’s hands reach down to grab my hips and he pulls me on top of him.

Our lips move against each other in a fast paced rhythm, and Rafe pulls me down hard against his crotch moving me up and down.

“God I need you so bad.” He mumbles against my lips. I moan back in response, running my fingers through his hair.

“Who said I was going to give you what you want?” I flirt back, moving my mouth down his chin, onto his neck, sucking and biting. He lets out a soft sigh, mixed with a chuckle.

“Don’t act like you cant resist me. Especially when you’re so worked up like this.”

I remove my mouth from his neck for a second to say, “‘m not worked up.”

“I’ve caught you checking me out all night baby. You’re not as slick as you think.”

I continue to suck on his neck, moving to the other side.

“Well its been a while.” I murmur against his skin.

“Say the word and I’ll give you what you want.” I peek my head up to meet his eyes, his tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth that’s smirked up.

”And when I say I want a million dollars, then what?” I quip, raising my eyebrows.

”I’d give you the world if you wanted.” He whispers back. We stare at each other for a few moments, before he tilts my chin up, connecting our lips once again.

I reach my hand down to help him take off his shirt and he stops me.

“Don’t, Don’t freak out alright.” He says quietly. I look at him quizzically before he takes his shirt off himself, revealing bruises up and down his torso.

”My god, Rafe.” I gasp, and lightly trail my finger over the marked spots. He hisses and grabs my hand.

“I said don’t freak out.” He warns me, with a stern look on his face. I feel myself throbbing against his crotch underneath me, I think he can feel it too because his face softens and he leans his head back against the headboard.

“We’ll just have to be a little gentler than usual.” I say, moving my body down to trail kisses along his sternum. I make sure to hold myself up by my arms as I go down, to avoid putting any unnecessary weight on his chest.

When I make it to his belt buckle, I finally look up.

”He didnt harm you down here did he?” I ask, hoping to lighten the mood. He smiles and shakes his head no before helping me undo the loop.

I pull his pants and boxers down, throwing them off the bed, taking his cock in one hand and bringing my other up to cup his face. His bottom lip is tight between his teeth, and I hear his breathing start to get heavier.

I lean down to spit on his dick, and start to pump before bringing my face up to meet his. We hold eye contact as I quicken the pace, making sure to squeeze over his tip before going all the way down his shaft. After a few more pumps, I bring my hand down to grab his balls and his bottom lip finally escapes his teeth and he lets out a moan. I seize this opportunity of his open mouth by pressing my mouth against his, shoving my tongue inside. I explore around his mouth, tasting him, devouring him.

”Fuck” he pants when I finally release myself to take a breath. “I need to taste you.” He took the opportunity to flip me onto my back. I whimper out in excitement while his mouth trails along the already exposed skin on my legs. While he pulls down my shorts I take off my top, exposing the fact that I didn't have a bra on this whole time.

He looks up with a smirk and reaches a hand over to palm my right breast, causing a moan to escape my lips. I feel myself grow wetter by the second as his breath trails over my panties, grazing his lips around the lines between them and my inner thighs.

”Please” I whimper out, reaching down to collect whatever pieces of hair I could into my grasp.

He pulls the fabric with one finger down between my folds, creating a pressure against my clit, and pushes his lips down on the bud.

“Fuck” I whisper out. His finger, still in between my panties, begins to slide in between my folds, collecting up the juices I had built up. He takes the finger out and pops it into his mouth, sitting up on his knees, rolling his eyes back.

“Fucking delicious.” He groans before ripping my panties completely off. I take in a sharp inhale at the sudden movements, and before i can think, he’s pushing my knees up to my chest with one hand, and using his other to inspect my pussy.

”So fucking pretty” He whispers against the inside my my knee, giving it a soft kiss while his fingers continue to slide up and down.

“Rafe” I plead squirming beneath him.

“Shh baby,” he coos. “I told you I’d give you what you want. You just have to say it.” His eyes look up to meet mine, and another whimper escapes my lips. My brain is fuzzy already, and I can barely get the words out. His hand retracts from my pussy, and he begins to pump his dick.

He moves his erection dangerously close to my core, and gives a slight tap, causing my hips to jerk up and uncontrollable whimpers to fall out.

“Please” I beg, Feeling my face get hot. A smirk is stapled to his face as he watches the scene of my throbbing pussy visibly aching to be filled.

“Use your words pretty girl, tell me what you want.” He says softly, pressing another kiss to the inside of my thighs.

”Want you to fill me up”

He doesn’t waste a second after the words come out of my mouth, pushing himself fully in. I shriek out, grabbing his shoulder to pull him down to meet my face.

He pants against my open mouth, and my eyes roll back before I squeeze them shut, seeing stars behind my hooded lids.

”Wanna see those pretty eyes baby” he says, my eyes flicker open to meet his intense gaze, his lips slightly parted. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and smiles.

“There you are” he whispers before picking up his pace. My moans are uncontrollable at this point, holding onto his shoulders for dear life as he pounds into me.

“So fucking good” I cry out. He gives my forehead a kiss before dipping his head into the crook of my neck, swinging my right knee over his shoulder, pumping in deeper.

”You like this baby?” He says against my neck. I whimper back in response, and move my hands down to hold onto his biceps.

“Yes, you fuck me so, so, so” my head falls back and my eyes roll back against as his hips slap against my thighs.

“So, so, so” he mimics in a high pitch voice.

“Mhm fuck you.” I mumble out. His hand grabs my chin and he turns it to meet his face.

“Nah, when Im fucking you this you good, you don’t get to have a fucking attitude.” He puts pressure between my cheekbones and jaw and I open my mouth. He leans down and spits into it. I whimper and swallow, nodding my head in agreement.

“Yes, sir” I whisper. I watch his pupils grow in response, and his pace fastens. His hand releases from my face to grab my left breast, and he leans his head down to suck my nipple, lapping up and down before taking the peak between his teeth and biting down. I moan out, grabbing another fistful of his hair.

”’m gonna cum if you keep pulling shit like this” I quip. He shoots a look at me before going back down to sucking on my tit.

”Don’t you think that’s kind of the point babygirl? And I told your to watch that fucking attitude.” His hand moves up to my cheek to give it a slight tap, causing a guttural moan to come out, which makes him chuckle. His lips attach back to my nipple, and her sucks harder, causing me to shriek, and my brain to go full sub space.

When he comes back to meet my face, he can read it all over my face. He grins widely and kisses all around my face. My body tenses as I reach my high, and his free hand trails up and down my sides, his pace steady, hard and fast.

“You gonna cum for me?” He coos, brushing some hair out of my face before giving my lips a quick peck. I muster up the energy to nod my head, and he leans his hand down to rub my clit.

”Fuck” I groan out, grabbing his biceps, diggin my nails in.

“Im,” I start before the crash hits me and I go completely nonverbal, feeling myself convulse around rafe, holding onto him for dear life.

“There you go baby” he whispers, continuing to rub my clit aggressively while his thrusts get sloppy. My head feels light and I go completely limp underneath him, trusting myself in his grip to keep me safe.

He groans out and pulls his dick out before cumming all over my stomach. He holds my face while pumping his cock, getting the rest of himself out onto my body. His breaths slow before he reaches down to kiss me passionately, the cum now sticking to the both of us.

After a few minutes of us laying together, lips brushing against each other, he helps me come back to earth, caressing my head and playing with the ends of my hair.

“You’re so beautiful” he whispers before getting up a d walking to the bathroom. I feel a cold chill run up my body when his heat leaves the bed. He returns with a towel, wiping me off before he wipes himself off.

“Want some help getting to the bathroom?” He says, looking down at my helpless figure. I nod my head, and he picks me up, carrying me to the bathroom.

”You got it from here?” He asks, and I sheepishly nod, he leaves the bathroom closing the door behind him.

When I return to the bedroom, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, his clothes against his lap.

”I can go now, if you wanna get some rest.” He says in a light voice, looking out the back door. I sit down next to him, wrapping my arm around his waist and resting my head against his shoulder.

”I told you I wanted you to stay earlier, and I meant it.”

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[henneseyhoe]

Still Mine.

Tyrone x BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: Tyrone being a slut, baby daddy drama, smutty flashback, slight daddy kink, unprotected sex(wrap it before you smack it!), abortion mentioned, pill mentioned, baby trapping, short, tad bit unedited.

SUMMARY: During Tyrone’s weekly pickup of his daughter, he tries to make his baby mama fold.

Ps. This was originally SO much longer but I didn’t like the way some parts were written so I cut it in half lolzzz

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“You know if I licked it, it’s mine, right?”

Your face twisted into a mug at Tyrone’s words while packing a diaper bag with all the necessary things your daughter needed for the weekend with him.

“Tyrone, please don’t start with that tonight” You couldn’t believe the extents he’d go just because you were seeing other people, it was crazy! Tyrone didn’t see it that way though.

The man was a tyrant. A danger to society and other men when he suspects you fucking with somebody who wasn’t him. Every single time he found out, he would let you know that you had limited days with that nigga, which he was always right about.

They’d either disappear completely or simply just stop responding to your texts.

One time you saw one of them at the grocery store and tried to say hi but he ran the other way, even left his cart stacked with groceries. You wondered what the hell was going on, and why they were so scared, but you knew there was only one person that could have them running for the hills like that, and it wasn’t you.

“I’m not startin’ shit, I’m speakin’ facts. You playin’, knowing them niggas ain’t shit compared to me”

Though the statement was true, it was bold of him to assume you wasn’t getting any good play. It was rare you did, but still! It’s the audacity.

You look at Tyrone up and down before bursting into laughter, making the infant besides you both slightly jump in her pack and play, looking around in confusion before flipping over on her stomach, a skill she just learned.

“Oop- I’m sorry, mama” You apologize to her, the baby just rolling back over and blinking up at you with a tether in her mouth. “Now, back to yo’ delusional ass!”

You thanked god the small child wasn’t old enough to understand words because she would have been cursing like a sailor by now. Pointing at Tyrone with the acrylic nails he paid for, that same signature mean look on his face that he always wore when somebody had him fucked up, you squint.

“Ain’t shit yours, and it hasn’t been yours since about a year now”

Tyrone sucks his teeth, still not believing anything you were saying to him.

“You shittin’ me, it’s always gon be mine!”

“Says who?! You crazy” You blow him off with the wave of your hand, zipping the diaper bag up and handing it to him.

He grabs it, then drops it to his feet without a care, crossing his arms. You look at him with a confused expression, your eyebrow cocked upwards.

“Why you like playin’ wit’ me?” He questioned while straight faced, but you stood your ground, unlike when you use to submit under him and his tone when you two were together. Truthfully, you use to be a bit scared of the nigga. He never gave you a reason to be personally, but he was a hard shell to crack, you rarely knew if he was happy or sad until he said something to steer you in a certain direction.

“Tyrone, quit playing and find you something safe to do, aight?” You fired back, challenging him. He moved not one inch. You knew he wasn’t scared of you at all, so this was no surprise, but you wasn’t gonna take him treating you like this in your own damn house.

“How many niggas you fucked since we broke up, Y/N?”

You shrug. “However many I wanted. I dunno, I wasn’t counting”

“Okay” He nods slowly, putting you on edge just a tad bit. You hum and study his reaction. He only did that when he had some shit up his sleeve. A simple answer, then a nod before he did or said some fuck shit. “And if I find them niggas and suddenly they stop callin’, then what?” Nothing he hasn’t done before.

“One less problem for me. You already pack up enough niggas in the glen anyway. Can’t kill ‘em all!” You giggle childishly after gaining your composure again, but as you found humor, the man stayed oh so serious.

“Oh, you’d be surprised at what a nigga can do now”

“Lemme guess, you learned to read a no loitering sign? Or maybe a no trespassing one?” You continued to joke, him finding nothing funny, as usual.

“You think you so funny” He warns, but you brush him off again, picking the diaper bag up and handing it to him again, this time forcing it in his hands to keep it there.

“I’m fuckin’ hilarious, nigga. better ask bout me”

Tyrone rolls his eyes.

“…so you really tellin’ me youn miss me?”

You turn and walk away to ignore the man further, side eyeing him as he followed. “Get out my face, Ty”

“Stop playin…so youn miss how I use to beat that pussy till you cry?” He spoke, getting closer to your ear so you could hear every syllable there. See, if this was a year and some change ago, you would have folded yourself in on a couch and put your legs to the sky faster than a pin could drop, but you had a point to prove.

You inched away from him to your kitchen, but he followed behind like a hungry shark that smelled blood.

“Let daddy dig that pussy out again, baby. You know I do it better than any other nigga”

Just with those few words, it had you thinking of flashbacks, your eyes fighting off a roll inwards. You knew the power he held in those boxers, you knew all too well what he was capable of. When Tyrone got to the pussy, he made sure he wasn’t playing no games. The man would even pull your bed from the wall everytime he came over so nobody in your moms house could hear how hard he was beating it up, talking dirty to you like you was a random bitch from the club, and that was your favorite part. That’s how you got into this mess anyway. Stuck with him and a tiny human who stole your face.

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Tyrone was definitely a man of threats, but he had never fallen through with any of the non-violent ones till this.

As Tyrone bucked his hips wildly into you, your leg began to quiver in his hold. You had thanked the gods that he had opted to lay you down on your side instead of fucking you standing up like he loved to do. You were sure your legs would have gave out by now if you were upright.

“Imma nut in this pussy, baby. Can daddy nut in this pussy? You want daddy to get you pregnant?”

He asks, and you nodded gladly like a dummy. Whatever the female version of pussy whipped was, you were definitely long past it. Even in that moment, you thought he wasn’t serious about the whole baby thing. He had never talked about one outside of sex, and you honestly thought he was against the entire idea of kids with the way he’d run junebug out of his presence when he’d do normal kid shit. He just didn’t seem serious.

Hell, you knew you weren’t serious about it. What would you do with a baby in this economy? Most importantly, how the fuck were you gonna care for it? You were only 21 and he was 24, had no business being together, but obviously he wasn’t the type to follow rules of any kind, or let you go.

The more he promised to get you pregnant, the harder y’all fucked until you were on top, riding him like there was a prize at the finish line you called an orgasm. Your hands were placed on his thighs behind you and your back was arched in as you spread your legs wide and bounced that ass on him, giving him the perfect opportunity to see himself slip in and out of you.

“Shit…shit! I’m bout to cum!” He shouts while panting, a few groans exiting his mouth.

“Fuuuck! I’m bout to nut, bae!” You heard him announce once again, but that wasn’t what set off alarms in your head, it was when he held you down and continued thrusting upwards into your wetness, making you leak. You whimper and shout, toes curling into the mattress.

“Shit! Lemme get up, Ty!” You tap his hands, trying to get them off of your hips so you could move, but he continues to bounce you with his fingers gripping you tightly, bound to leave a mark. “Tyrone! lemme get up, please!” You shout with urgency, but it had already been too late. By the time you rose up off of his dick, he had been pumping out the last bit of his seed, the small amount just sliding down the shaft of his dick. That’s when you knew you fucked up. Tyrone was a shooter in more ways than one, but when it came to cumming, he was damn near like a loaded gun. You’d have to squeeze your eyes shut when giving him head because he liked to cum on your face, and the first time he did, he almost blinded you with how far he came, literally.

“My god…” You breathed harshly, looking down at his dick begin to soften.

When it was all said and done, you asked him for money for a plan B, but lo and behold, he already had a pill prepared. Right in the glove compartment of his car is where he kept it and gave it to you when he came to see you the next day. But, as the weeks went by, you started to feel like that pill wasn’t much of a plan B, or at least not your “plan B”. It was definitely Tyrone’s though.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and nine of those later, you were popping out a little girl with a full head of hair and features just like yours. If you told somebody you made the baby alone, they’d probably believe you with how much you two looked alike. You were pissed off your entire pregnancy at Tyrone, but that didn’t stop you from loving your baby, you just couldn’t bring yourself to get rid of her either, though the process wasn’t foreign to you. If the “plan B” didn’t take her out, then who says she wasn’t meant to be here? But, with that being said, as you came closer to your due date, you grew farther from Tyrone while he was trying to keep you close, you even moved out of the glen and into a whole ‘nother town over.

He was there through your entire pregnancy, or at least tried when you weren’t trying to kill him for getting into stupid shit and almost dying, but because he was still so supportive and caring for you, checking up on how both you and the baby were doing, you cut him some slack, letting him name the bouncing baby girl. He went with the name ‘Autum’ because you two met in autumn, to your surprise he even remembered that since it had been so long ago.

Fast forward five months later, y’all were still beefing on and off over stupid shit. You would curse him out over scaring away new friends and or lovers, he’d ignore it and continue, working extra hard to make sure all them niggas knew who he was. Oh, Tyrone was on a mission, and he would not be ignored by some lame nigga you wanted to fuck, or ignored by you.

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[iwillstabifnecessary]

Guess who’s doomed by the Fucking narrative

context @sea-parrot found some mechs quizzes for the TSCT Discord server to do and these were my results

[tgirltorment]

The Queen sat in her opulent throne, her pale figure scantly robed in onyx cloth. Her hair tumbled from her shoulders in curling waves, and her eyes, black on black, dark as night, held the hungry yearning of a tyrant. And, kneeling at her feet, was the Princess.

The Princess, in comparison, wore nothing save for a virclet of leaves in her hair and collar around her neck, from which trailed a chain held by a guard in dark armor. Her hands were bound in similar chains, and a gash ran from her cheek to her chin, streaming blood. She, in futility, attempted to cover herself, pressing her legs tight and raising her arms over her breasts. She tried to summon a look of defiance, but the blush of her cheeks, the tremors running down her body, her quickened breaths, betrayed how she really felt.

"Look at you," said the Queen. "Poor girl, so far from home." She leaned forward in her throne, swirling a goblet of clear water in her hand. "You're mine now."

"Fuck you," growled the Princess.

"Tsk, we'll have to break that out of you, 'my lady,'" mocked the Queen. She snapped her fingers and the guard holding the Princess' leash took the goblet and raised it to her bleeding cheek, collecting as much blood as he could. The Queen took it back and stirred a finger through it. She grinned voraciously and the Princess before raising the bloody finger to her mouth and licking it clean.

"My, such noble blood," she said. "All for me."

"Fuck off!" the Princess responded.

"Now, that isn't how you speak to your Queen, is it?" The Queen snapped her fingers and the Princess squirmed as she felt phantom hands stroking her, both inside and out.

"A taste of your blood was all I needed," taunted the Queen between sips. "Power over you, mind and flesh. I can make you feel whatever I like and I know everything you feel. Oh yes, I know how much you enjoy this, 'your Highness.'" The Queen snapped again and suddenly the invisible hands stopped. The Princess gasped at the sudden end and rocked ever so slightly back and forth, trying to hide her desire.

"You're even more of a whore than I thought," said the Queen. She noticed the Princess' hands straying lower, trying to give herself any stimulation. "Oh, do you miss the feeling?" The Princess said nothing and stopped her hands in shame, but the moment she did she felt her icy fingers on her neck squeeze.

"No, my pet," laughed the Queen. "Keep going." When the Princess resumed, she felt the chill hands at her neck release, and she gasped in a breath. "Good girl," the Queen purred. "You'll keep it up if you want to breathe."

The Princess continued as the Queen watched, secretly loving her gaze. But as long minutes past, stretching on and on, her arms began to tire, and no matter how close she came to an orgasm, she never reached it. She was shaking now, but her pride demanded she make no noise.

"You're catching on by now," said the Queen. "If you want to cum, you need yo ask for it. That's all it will take, just one 'please.'"

The Princess said nothing. She sped up her motions but it didn't work under the cursed eyes of the Queen. She felt ghostly fingers gently graze her sides, arms, breasts, and thighs, making her more and more desperate. Finally, too tired to continue, her arms fell to her sides and the phantom touches instead grasped her neck, far tighter than before. She wantsd to cum so much, and the choking wasn't helping. She tried to hide all this from her face, but of course the Dark Queen knew.

"Is there something you want, my pet?" she taunted. "All it takes is one word."

The Princess, tears in her eyes, stammered it out past her lips. "P-please."

The Queen stepped off her throne and brushed the Princess' cheek, before giving her a kiss on her pleading lips. As she did, the Princess felt a sudden orgasm ripple through her entire body, far more powerful than any she had ever experienced. And in that moment, she finally moaned.

[mr-walkingrainbow]

Third and FINAL chapter OF “So this is love? Cause love ain’t it.��� !!!!

Summary

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A sea of storm. A heart performs. A life crumples down.

Bridget’s life hadn’t truly began till that fateful night. No. That was just the start. A start of her journey.

Life after Merlin academy is anything but peaceful. Here lies the makings of a tyrant.

Here lies the soul of the Queen.

YO IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO FUCKING LONG. But holy crap am I proud of this one. I absolutely poured my heart and soul into this. While I did creat the Choice! Au, this fic specifically is like my baby. I’ve nurtured and cared for it. It took a lot out of me. But I love it anyway.

I really really really hope you enjoy! And please comment! It makes my day !

Assembling the besties @strugglingsapphic @somedudenamedanthony @mintylovesredsocks @eydelynblack @tigressartemis

[puppys-rhythm-heaven]

not to talk about yo-kai watch on main but this series is so fucking unhinged. like. here's a compilation of weird shit in yo-kai watch:

• there's one yo-kai who was literally just a dude when he was alive but he got crushed by some wood planks at the same time a dog did so now he's a man-faced dog yo-kai. he gets arrested like five times basically just because of this.

• jibanyan canonically becomes a robot in the future and has gay robot sex. the dub made it even more sensual attempting to censor it.

• there's some segments later on in the anime that literally revolve around komasan and komajiro basically just scolding yo-kai for various things parents complained about. the yo-kai usually do said thing again in the segment. also this all happens in a taxi.

• there's a maid café in one of the games. no i don't know how they got that into an e-rated game.

• there's seemingly some organization who decides when people die and causes their deaths. this is basically a complete non-sequitur in one episode of the anime and is then never brought up again.

• jibanyan's living form when he was a normal cat is a yo-kai separate from him. this is never acknowledged but is seemingly canon.

• there's one yo-kai who was canonically a human before he died and as a yo-kai he's a chicken nugget. i have no idea why.

• one of the main yo-kai in the series is seemingly canonically bisexual for a character who's based on an actual historical japanese shogun.

• the english version of the games translates a language barrier as yo-kai watch america just having a very strong accent.

• every cat yo-kai loves chocolate bars. no the obvious issue with this fact is not addressed.

• in the past there was a literal war started over doughnut filling.

• the games are all implied to take place within the span of a single summer, meaning that in the span of a single summer vacation the main character saved the yo-kai world from a literal TYRANT, saved the ENTIRE FUCKING TIMELINE, and saved both the human AND yo-kai world from the yo-kai mafia. they are canonically 11.

• according to her medallium entry, the yo-kai mermother literally created all life in the yo-kai watch universe. you can only get her through a gachapon machine.

• said gachapon machine is the catalyst for the events of the games, anime and manga. thank god for gacha.

[thatfoxnamedfinley]

You Cannot Have My Pain aka Oathbringer thoughts

I am an empty shell

in both a good and a bad way

it's 5:28AM as I start to write this

MOASH

how DARE you

Dalinar I actually love you

Odium, u r actually a CREEP dude

spoilers will be under the cut *bows an emotionally drained bow*

*stares into the distance, watching the waves crash onto the shore*

Do you guys ever relate to a character that's nothing like you? Like, something happened in your life that CONNECTS you to a character? For me, that's Dalinar.

And I know what you're thinking

WHAT bitch?

a warlord tyrant turned peacemaker, eh? r u a criminal bitch?

No. But I did lose my mom to cancer in 2022. My internal landscape changed overnight. The things I deemed important changed. I was able to finally see my flaws, made bare by my immense regret (a normal feeling when grieving) and it look a LOT of therapy to forgive myself. I didn't like the person I was. I was selfish, was quick to judge and didn't desire human connection, and I was so mad at myself that it took my mom dying to spark that change.

Without making this a TED Talk, I deeply connected to Dalinar's grief that struck me in an unexpected way.

"Sometimes a hypocrite is nothing more than a man in the process of changing." Oh...? Oh. Oh. TEARS down my face.

LET US BEGIN.

So, we BEGIN the book with Dalinar seeing a figure in black Shardplate with nine shadows and red eyes

oh ok

Oh bro when Elhokar bowed down to Dalianr trying to abdicate and name Dalinar a Highking...& Dalinar and Navani are like

!! bro !! GET UP

OMG!!

WHEN HIS MEMORY CAME BACK OF EVI

I remember reading it and they were like "blah blah blah yeah, Evi" and I was like bro WAIT A FUCKING SECOND DUDE

oh oh oh

When Pattern asked if Adolin was an option for him to marry LMFAO ok Pattern we get it hahhhahhaha Pattern is so funny dude

Even in Shadesmar when he and Adolin were pretending to be illusions and he was happily waving a glass stick above his head, I'm like damn he's....a little touched tbh

Dalinar strolling around during a highstorm looking for a fucking knife was iconic as well as him spotting the assassin in literally 0.5 seconds and murking him and everyone in the room is like

Gavilar was like "um thanks"

Blackthorn Unleashed was an amazing chapter. He went into Bloodstance - a stance for someone who didn't care if he got hit and he was RAGING

But you know what I also noticed about this chapter? Gavilar like, casually put a hit out on Highprince Kalanor and juts points Dalinar wherever he wants. And I GET IT, right? Like, the Alethi are good at war. Everyone talks about it, it's what they're known for.

HOWEVER, the enabling of Dalinar's behavior is, at times, sickening. Even though I know this is a cultural thing and they all see it as a good thing. There were several times in this book where Sadeas or Gavilar said something to push Dalinar towards violence that I was like YO this is super fucked up.

Tangerine had a interesting quote too. He was telling a story about how if there were 3 people and one was a murderer, would you hang all of them, let them all go and risk someone killing again, or keep them all in prison despite some being innocent. And Tangerine said

"Eventually you will execute someone who does not deserve it. This is the burden society must carry in exchange for order." And I'm sitting here in the US of A like

holy fuck we're rich bitches <-- my audiobook bookmark when the Midnight Mother is chased away by Shallan's phalanges and we see all the uncut gems in the pillar thingy

JASNAH WELCOME BACK BITCH I was lit and it was so unexpected, she was such a badass in this book. At the end when she isn't even looking when she's killing The Fused and when she steps into politics and I'm like oh Jasnah will STEAMROLL these mother fuckers

OMG when Adolin was like I am NOT going to be king, dad and Shallan was like "hmm have you guys ever thought of..." and I rolled my eyes and was like "Renarin, duh. He'll have more prominence in the story this way and"

*Jasnah walks into the room with a crown on*

OF COURSE!! IM A FUCKING IDIOT!!! OF COURSE JASNAH SHOULD RULE. Omg I feel like she hates politics but she's the PERFECT one for the job! She can be the best diplomat but also fuck them up with words (or she could soulcast tf outta them)

OH! Evi suggesting the Nightwatcher first was a surprise

omg wait about Evi

she was amazing. she tried so hard despite not fully understanding everything (I do blame Dalinar because he made decisions, but I mostly blame Alethi culture, here. I cursed out loud multiple times at their NEED for conquest and war, growing frustrated at how narrow minded that can make them. as well as how cruel). she was scared of him, but she had this one moment when she told Dalinar after finding out that he had actually spared that child, that she saw BEAUTY in him. i was like oh bitch you are a baby angel

she tried so hard for Dalinar. even that scene when Adolin crawled down from the carriage and he saluted Dalinar...and Evi said Adolin asked her the best way to talk to him and when she told him he was a war general he decides to salute

that's just....that moment was so sweet despite Dalinar still not understanding how to be a father

LIFT SAYING THAT DALINAR HAS A DUMPTRUCK OF AN ASS WAS ONE OF MY FAVORITE SCENES

Lift out here like "HEY YO TIGHT BUTT WHATS GOING ON?"

holy fuck

Dalinar in canon having a nice ass is one of the funniest, most unexpected comedic jokes of this series

oh, Shallan was supposed to take notes but was drawing Kaladin instead ok girl

Teft being addicted to firemoss and Rock saving Kaladin with the Shardbow were both so amazing characters moments. teft having so much self hatred and selling his uniform which ended up coming back around when the person who attacked bridge 4 for the herald blade had his vets on PHEEWW and Rock saving the day I SCREAMEDDDDD!!! OMG ROCK!!!

"You're thinking of me," the Stormfather sent. "I can feel it."

BRO WHAT???????????? STAY IN THE STORM WHY YOU SAYING WEIRD SHIT

Jasnah vs Amaram was legendary. She REALLY said do you feel lucky today, punk

ODIUMMMMMMMMM

yo when Odium showed up literally the nicest dude wanting to braid Dalinar's hair I was like HELL NO this man is dangerous

then when he showed Dalinar his final form I GUESS he's like all hatred and passion and sex and bloodlust and im like oh HELL NO dude

"Emotion. It is what defines men - though ironically you are poor vessels for it. It fills you up and breaks you unless you find someone to share the burden with" oh ok cool odium, lol poor weak humans, fuck us then i guess

Kaza was maybe the most memorable one off character for me, the soulcaster woman who was dying and chose to kamikaze at the end because she wanted to choose how she went out

Lift and Dalinar eating fruit together in silence is, I fear, iconic

i cracked up at the myth wit told about the queen who switched places with Mishim (the moon) to fuck Nomon (the other moon) and that's why Natanatan people are blue

like wtf bitch

Adolin telling Kaladin he talks like a girl sometimes....oh? Adolin? OH?????? *smirks in Alethi*

The Rathalas scene was nuts. The thing was he tried too, Dalinar tried to offer some sort of mercy and they fucked his ass with a pole. Then he's like ok, dope *embraces Thrill in a sensual embrace* "None will be left to weep" got it cool cool cool

I do like the little hints left, like he sees red (which we see later is the Unmade) and all the times he's briefly seen red and flashes of red we know was the Nergaoul, who was thought to be the origin of the Alethi "Thrill" which I found fascinating

OOOOOOH MY GOD

MOASH

MOASH!!!

FUCKING MOASH

HOW DARE YOU!!!

after he was EMOTIONLESS when he KILLED Elhokar then SALUTED KALADIN WITH THE BRIDGE FOUR SALUTE RIGHT AFTER IT

Literally fuck Moash (his arc is fine and it's interesting because we get more lore but I dont like him)

THEN HE SHANKS JEZRIAN like MOASH wtf are you DOING bro?!?!?!?!!!!??!?!?!?!??!?!?!!?!?

I liked how cautious Queen Fen was but then remained an ally when shit hit the fan (I liked how cautious everyone was tbh because they're all just so scared of ThE BLAcKtHoRn and youre like bro come ON but then you're like oh yeah ok i get it)

I LOVED Dalinar's flashbacks. With the Nightwatcher (then Cultivation after Dalinar asked for forgiveness and NW was like ??? and Cultivation was like "I got it from here bitch"), and when he breaks down and holds Renarin ("They talk about you, but they're wrong. You just need to rest, after all the fighting you did. I know. And I miss her too." RENARIN PLEASE!!! THE TEARS I HADDD!!!!!), when Adolin lights up after Dalinar tells him he's proud of him, how he thinks of himself as an animal, that he deserves to be hated. It's all just so MUCH.

The PANIC ATTACK he was having when the Thrill like, chased him around and threatened to consume him...

It was so well done that the

YOU CANNOT HAVE MY PAIN was so GOOD it was so EARNED. God, the CATHARSIS I felt in that moment was so satisfying. Because bitches i really thought Dalinar was going to become Odium's champion and out intrepid heroes were going to have to fight DALINAR in book 4

Odium: lol I've had my champion for a long ass time, bro. ive been preparing him and watching him forever

Dalinar: Amaram?

Odium: lmfao bro its you bro

Dalinar: ...bro

and I was like

Then Dalinar said JUST KIDDING BITCHES and the GLORY SPREN!!! BY THE THOUSANDS!!! AND HE SMASHED ALL THE REALMS TOGETHER!!! AND HE SAVED ADOLIN KALADIN AND SHALLAN!!!

YOU CANNOT HAVE MY PAIN!!!!!

"I KILLED THOSE CHILDREN. I BURNED THE PEOPLE OF RATHALAS!"

oh my god I have GOOSEBUMPS AGAIN

truly one of the most cathartic reading experiences I've had. The investment of 3000+ pages was worth it for that moment, and I mean that sincerely. It was that good

(Side note when Adolin's sword spren with her clawed out eyes attacked that one Fused I was overcome with emotion. What was her name? Maya? I think? that was a great scene too)

yo. SZETH. Brandon Sanderson you brilliant bastard. You did it. You gave us Szeth. Yes. YES. He's chosen to swear and oath to DALINAR. My man DK just be picking up bitches left and right to do his bidding. Kaladin, Lift, Szeth, Rial, Kmakl.

Lift was amazing. Her parts were so much FUN and the atmosphere shift to her personality was so welcome and uplifting and funny when it happened.

Jasnah's moment with Renarin was beautiful. "You are my cousin. Family, Renarin! Hold my hand. Run with me." SO SO SO SO GOOD Jasnah you are a legend you are THE MOMENT

Venli's Timbre pulsing to Victory as he has the Voidspren of her gemheart at knifepoint lmao (Im so glad she's a Radiant now, can't wait to see if she is developed more)

I feel like I have more thoughts (there was so much lore in his book but I'm not sure I have the energy to dissect it rn) but it's 7:22am and I haven't slept so im sorry if this post was unstable

good night lovelies

*sits up violently* wtf is up with sja-anat bro

ok *passes out*

*sits up again with eye mask on* yo Tangerine is gunna be a fucking problem and wtf Renarin has a corrupted spren right??

*wakes up and crawls on top of table, swaying with exhaustion*

I LOVE DALINAR KHOLIN A LOT OK I HAVE STRUGGLED SINCE MY MOM DIED IN GRASPING THAT DESPITE YOUR PAST YOU CAN CHANGE AND ITS POSSIBLE TO UNDERSTAND THE BEAUTY OF LIFE MORE AFTER YOU'VE EXPERIENCED THE PAIN OF LOSING SOMEONE YOU LOVE BECAUSE THEY CAN NO LONGER EXPERIENCE IT WITH YOU

AND THAT GRIEF ISN'T FATAL BUT SOMETIMES IT FEELS LIKE IT COULD BE BUT IF YOU CAN FIND A WAY TO PUSH THROUGH THE PAIN OF GUILT AND REGRET IT CAN ACTUALLY MORPH YOU INTO A BETTER PERSON IF YOU LET IT

[butwhatifidothis]

The fact that someone in 2024 can say "a person is bad because the blood from another race mixed with theirs and made them bad" without any shred or irony or self awareness is ghastly.

Probably comes from the idea that they are "good people," so they can't say racist shit or be racist because racism is bad and they are good people.

Which leads to shit like Shandale and multiple other people repeatedly saying shit like "The Nabateans as a race are ontologically evil and deserve the genocide that happened to them and the humans who genocided them were the good guys." "The Nabateans need to have their rights stripped away from them and live as second-class citizens to atone for what other Nabateans did." "The Nabateans are so savage and violent and evil that having their blood mixed with yours makes you evil like them." The Nabateans are evil, so they deserve to be erased. They deserve to be oppressed. They deserve to be killed. All of them. Even the children. No exceptions.

But they're not a "real" race so it's fine to advocate for their genocide. It's fine to cheer on their genociders and wish they were "properly" portrayed as the good guys they clearly are. It's fine to say "only humans should rule over humans" as if that isn't an ear-bleedingly loud dog-whistle for racial supremacy. Shandale is a good person so Shandale can't say Bad Person things, of course.

And the worst part is that Shandale knows what they're saying sounds bad. They fucking hate it whenever anyone with enough nuts in that cesspit of a discord directly tells them "hey yo this is some racist ass shit you're spewing out, can you like, stop?" They and the people who agree with them pull the "YOU'RE pulling the real world into this, and THAT'S so distasteful and bad!!" because Shandale knows that they only have that cover to hide behind. Shandale isn't saying what they're saying because they aren't aware of what they're saying or don't know why what they're saying is bad, they're saying what they're saying because they found the race they can scapegoat into getting away with saying this.

They all very clearly desperately want to say this shit. They will all go on for hours upon hours at a time vehemently going to bat for this hateful rhetoric, to the point that they will quite literally make shit up about what the Nabateans have done to make them evil. They owned slaves! They destroyed culture! They were tyrants! All of them! Genuinely every single one of them! All that shit is the CORNERSTONE to Shandale and their buddies' rhetoric, and they fucking made it up! It makes you wonder why they're so desperate for this clearly untrue thing to be true, and none of the answers to that question do them any favors to put it kindly.

And everyone in that server with the means to kick Shandale and all the other people who are clearly fucking racist and are using Nabateans as a scapegoat to vent their clearly fucking racist views would rather DM me to tell me ~oh so kindly~ that I should stop airing their moldy tattered laundry (in exchange for the mods following their rules of their server that they've been ignoring for fucking years) than do fucking ANYTHING about the mod that is peddling the racism. Shandale and their buddies don't need any shred of awareness - or more accurately, any shred of acknowledgement - because they know the second they bare their asses to the world the other mods will fucking scramble to cover for them. It's all beyond pathetic and disgusting

[vakariansyndrome]

I think about these a lot...

You ever read a fic and just have certain things about it haunt you (in the best way)? I have lost count of how many fics I have read that follow me around, popping up in my head in the most random moments—making me want to cry, smile, laugh, sometimes even flip a desk over.

I thought it would be fun to shout out three of my favorite writers, to include small blurbs from their works that I think about pretty frequently. I'd like to make this a weekly thing, shouting out different writers each time, but we'll see how well my time management goes. *yikes*

Here it goes:

@fartasticdurge

Percival loved Hildred. He loved those moments even more. But what he loved the most was how it felt to have his scissors in someone's eye as he took their life.  

There's blood everywhere

my skin crawls as you hide behind your words I will bear witness to your regicide I can see you for what you are, tyrant you can't do anything to change my mind

Pretender (the bug in my eye)

He couldn’t quite figure out what made him so nervous. Astarion thought about what it would be like to have Wyll come. How long would he keep his hands to himself before he finally gives in and proves he is like anyone else before him? He imagined Wyll coming and fucking him raw against a tree, which was both exciting and horrifying, and it only baffled him further. And the worst one was the fact that Wyll might not even show up at all.

Just shut up and kiss me

@alwaysmauria

He fidgets with his rings when he’s impatient or bored, though I’d never tell him so. It would serve no purpose. I twist the first one, then the other, and he twitches at the touch. He had these fine gold bands made for him—having the medal the city hung around his neck melted down and reforged. I thought it impudent at the time. I understand better now. It was about having power to take what had been offered and turning it into that which he desired. I slip the ring off his pinky finger, and over my middle finger to which he hums his approval. His hands are large—at least I think they are. Mine are small so it’s difficult to gauge. When he holds my hand in his, it disappears almost entirely. I relate to my hand. I wonder if someday I will be entirely consumed simply by standing too close to him. 

I’ll ride in this life with you

Astarion dipped his head to hers. ‘Remind me how many kisses I owe you?’  ‘Six.’ Mauria’s answer was just breath against his cheek. She felt the twitch of a laugh in his chest—he knew she was lying. And then he was kissing her. She had been kissed by him many times before, in very many ways, but this felt new. His mouth met hers, and she felt as though her body had flooded with ice water. She was aware of every inch of her body, and of his pressed to it. She bit gently on his lip and he groaned softly. When his mouth claimed hers, it was not as the Ascendant, but as her— ‘—Star—’ she gasped between kisses. She didn’t call him that anymore, not since the ritual. Hearing it again made his skin tingle, his ears warm—and his chest ache. That was who he was, or rather who he used to be. Star. Her Star, to be precise. Who was he now?

Chase the Lady

She hardly had the words for Astarion. He was her everything, and seeing him again made that so clear. She could be whatever he needed—alive or undead, as long as she got to be his. Her heart beat wildly, and suddenly couldn’t get to her feet fast enough. [...]

She had been so foolish. She needed to tell him that. He was running to her. Above anything else, he had to know how sorry she was—how much she had missed him. She was sure she was grinning like an idiot. An idiot in love, of course. (Ch. 17)

Star Crossed

@strixamans

But I’d like to be your favorite bird forever, if you’ll have me. I will sit quietly perched on your shoulder, as long as you like. I will fly out to return with shiny trinkets, just for you. I will do tricks in the air for your amusement.

And at the dawn of every morning, I will sing to you of what a joy it is, to be your favorite bird. For in a world so full of birds, you’ll always be my favorite, too.

Your Favorite Bird (The Vampire Verses)

Then time distends, in a slow shudder, until his fangs withdraw from me. His mouth is still there, though, his sweet mouth, where he drank. He shares his suffering, too, when he stops; we just look into each other, he pours his eyes into mine so that I can have some of it, too. His tongue presses to my flesh, lapping slowly at what remains, savoring it, and gods, he has never been so sensual, his eyes are ecstasy again while the serpent squeezes, hissing and the ground falls away, and in this moment, I have all I’ve ever wanted. (Ch. 9)

For a second, he just stares at me; wide-eyed, mouth hanging open in shock. Then a look of excitement washes over him. His lips spread wider, his eyes narrow slightly, then he’s surging forward, bringing his left hand to cradle my head, protecting it from the hard stone beneath us while he pushes me backward and down, pinning my bent right leg to the ground with his knee. Hard and fast, his predator teeth are in my neck again. The pain is searing, the onslaught of euphoria so violent that I spasm underneath him, against his body, moaning, while he drinks. (Ch. 11)

Hunting Creatures

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Like, I said, I can go on for days, listing so many wonderful writers and entire chunks of their work. I feel so lucky to be surrounded by so many talented and down to earth people.

I wanted to shout out a few more folks in this post, but I think keeping at three per post allows me to share a bit more from each one. So, if you want to carry this on, I tag (to include the writers tagged above) @dramaticchimpmunk, @blissfulstarsfics, and @nocryptographer, No pressure to do anything, of course! I love you goobers and just wanted to share some of that with everyone else.

Also, if y'all prefer I not share any excerpts of your work in shoutouts, or shout you out at all, lmk! <3

[amanita-muscaria-things]

Libby Reads Trials of Apollo: The Burning Maze:

~spoilers below the cut~

The book is dedicated to the muse of tragedy??

GROVERRRRR

COACH HEDGE?!

Oooh Emperor #3 is about to be named?

Meg's lil crush on Joshua Tree is incredible

Caligula namedrop 😬

I am loving the Meg lore drops

I want need this book to stop mentioning Jason

PIPERRRR

Um the love Piper has for Leo makes me want to sob

Lowkey love the mover sitting on the chair (aka not doing his job)

WAIT so Piper and Jason broke up??

"We'd be together forever like Percy and Annabeth?" DAMNNN

Piper's dad owned three houses? Fuck

Apollo/Lester calling military intelligence an oxymoron really is something

"Recycling is good karma." hell yeah babe

Medea vs Piper Round 2

STOP TALKING ABOUT JASON

The way Robbie Daymond voices Caligula is so unnerving but it's oddly perfect ??

Lowkey fuck Demeter

"He'll be happy to see us then." MEG MCCAFFREY YOU SARCASTIC ASSHOLE ILYSM

RIP Shakespeare you would've hated students studying your works

Jason baby just go back to class

Mr. Rogers lore drop ???

SO HE KNOWS HE'S GOING TO DIE?! RICK!!

"Anger is good. It means you're making progress. But be aware that you might be angry right now at the wrong person."

Party splits are a bad idea. So what does the party do??

Not Rick writing the word 'masseuses' instead of 'massage therapists' As a massage therapist I'm disappointed

Aphrodite is canonically jealous of Scarlett Joahannson I love it

Incitatus can talk? I'm as shocked as Piper

Medea vs Piper Round 3

TEMPEST AYOOOOO

Jason and Tempest taking on Caligula and Incitatus? Iconic as fuck

Jason's last words were an order to Tempest to get Piper and Lester to safety

"The people who deserve to die took forever to do so, those who deserve to live always went too soon."

Ahh now I understand why the next book is The Tyrant's Tomb

CREST NO

Medea vs Piper Round 4 *ding ding*

Yo the Meliae showed up quick

The Meg 🫡❤️❤️

Leo! Oh... oh god no baby boy

"WHERE'S JASON?" SORRY???

Percy doesn't know. Frank doesn't know. THALIA DOESN'T KNOW.

So my final thoughts are screw that 💔💔💔

[ineffablejaymee]

now that we re all adults, do we know what the fuck was up with narnia

why is the go to book for 12 yo kids about furry jesus, some mythical creatures and randomly santa claus (???) killing a tyrant in the afterlife

[littlxpxtal]

Oxytocin

TYRANTS || STORY MASTERLIST PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ Content, swearing, sexual content, drug and alcohol use, violence WORD COUNT: 2.4K

I wanna do bad things to you

I wanna make you yell

I wanna do bad things to you

Don't wanna treat you well

December Continued

The sound of male voices echo throughout the backyard as Kelce, Topper and Rafe make their way around the back to meet us. I pulled out chairs for them with blankets on each chair.

Topper is carrying a case of beer while Kecle and Rafe follow behind them.

“So this is where the party is.” he asks, a little too loudly for how quiet the neighborhood is.

“Smells loud.” Rafe says, crinkling his nose.

“Hope you got enough for us,” Kelce chimes in, greeting me and Sabrina with a hug. Topper hugs us next and Rafe takes the seat next to me, not acknowledging either of us. I glance at Sabrina and she shrugs her shoulders. 

I light up the joint from before, passing it to the boys, while Topper passes out the beer he brought with him.

“So how was Carissa’s” Sabrina asks. Rafe shrugs his shoulder while taking a drag with one hand, cracking open his beer with the other. I watched him from the corner of my eye. He was wearing a dark green hoodie and black jeans. His hair was a mess, probably from him running is fingers through it too much. He passes me the joint and I bring it to my lips.

“Was alright. Ratio was off to begin with. Then some dumbasses got on her roof and her mom called the cops.” Kecle responds

“Yikes” I say, exhaling the smoke into the air, passing to Sabrina. 

“Noah was there.” Topper says with a wink. I can practically hear Rafe roll his eyes. He adjusts in his seat and pulls out his phone. 

“Whats with you two.” Kelce asks taking a sip from his beer.

“Literally nothing.” I snap. “We studied this week for calc and everyones makin a big deal about it.”

“Jeez Y/N just a question.” Topper says, raising his hands in defense.

“Jus annoying that everyone has something to say. I hang with Pogue’s and everyone talks about me. I hang with kooks and everyone talks about me.” I huff, taking a sip of my beer. 

“Seems like thats all anyone is like here in the OuterBanks.” Kelce says, taking a drag of the almost gone joint.

“Can’t wait to get the fuck out of here.” I say under my breath. 

“I’ll cheers to that” he says, holding his drink up.

“Yo Y/N can I use your bathroom?” Topper asks. 

“Yea me too” Kelce chimes in. Sabrina perks up 

“I can show you guys where it is.” she stands and guides them through the back door, leaving me and Rafe alone.

“Did you have a good time at Carissa’s?” I ask without looking at him. He adjusts in his seat again, turning towards me.

“Nah. Shes fuckin annoying.” I roll my eyes and make a face.

“What?” he asks, inching closer. 

“Nothin. Just thought y’all were friends or somethin.” I say, remembering the way he brushed her hair back behind her ear in class and all the times I’ve seen her stand at his locker this week. 

He shakes his head in response and stares at me. I feel my face flush and I turn back to the fire. 

“I like you without makeup.” he finally says after a few moments of silence. I immediately become self conscious, forgetting that I was literally in my pajamas.

“Thanks” I mumble, not looking at him. I feel his eyes still inspecting my face. 

“Is Sabrina spending the night” he asks. I finally turn to look at him and shrug.

“Not sure we hadn’t really talked about it. Shes been here since like 7:30 but she lives right down the street so it’s up to her.” he nods in response and faces towards the fire. My eyes are locked on the way his jaw clenches and releases as he thinks. 

More moments of silence pass before I hear the footsteps of our friends returning. Sabrina has her bookbag on his shoulders and shes stumbling.

“Hey Y/N think ‘m gonna go home.” I gulp and stare at her.

“You sure you can walk home like this?” I ask, concerned that she would end up going trying to get to Derek’s again.

“Top and Kelce are gonna walk me home.” I raise an eyebrow and look at the two boys hovering behind her.

“Rafe you can come or just chill here, up to you man. I gotta get up hella early for my study group” Kelce says groaning. Top shoves his shoulder and they play fight while Rafe stays staring into the fire.

“I’ll catch up with you guys tomorrow” he finally says. Topper nods his head and slinks his arm around Sabrina, holding her up steady. 

“Text me when youre home okay Sab?” I say, standing up to give her a hug.

“You’re such a good friend.” she slurs into my neck. I laugh and kiss the top of her head.

“Get her home safe boys.” I say sternly, giving them a mom look and they salute to me

“Yes ma’am” they say in sync. 

I watch them as they walk around the side of the house to the front. 

I start to pick up everyones blankets, folding them into squares and putting the chairs back to their appropriate places.

“Lemme help” Rafe finally says, grabbing a hold of the large stack of blankets I just folded. I shut off the fire in then guide him through the back door and point to where the outdoor blankets live next to the extra patio furniture corner of the basement.

“You like Game of Thrones?” I ask, breaking another awkward silence. He finally cracks a smile for the first time that night.

“No but I take you as a girl who loves that fantasy porn shit.” I laugh at his condescending remark and walk over towards my bedroom. He follows silently behind and closes my bedroom door behind him. 

The only lights on in my room is the lamp on my nightstand and the glow from the TV. I slip off the hoodie and sweatpants I put on over my pajama set, setting them on my vanity chair.

I crawl onto my bed and Rafe stands at the edge watching me before deciding to take his own hoodie and shoes off, sitting towards the edge. I press play on the episode I left off on when Sabrina and I decided to go outside. 

“Alright so this is House Stark, Bran, Robb Arya and Sansa are all children of Catelyn and Eddard Stark. Then Jon Snow is the bastard son of Eddard Stark. They rule the North” I explain as the characters appear.

“Okay buts what with the incest freaks?” he asks, staring intently at the screen.

“Thats Cersei and Jamie Lannister. Technically Cersei is married to King Baratheon but she is in love with her brother, the King Slayer.”

“Why do they call him the King Slayer?”

“He was in the kingsguard for Aerys Targaryen. Swore an oath to protect him and the kingdom. But the king went insane. It was so bad they referred to him as the “Mad King” and Jamie killed him.” his eyes widen and he turns back to the screen.

“This is fucking derranged.” I laugh at his curiousity. 

“I knew you’d like it” I said smugly. After a few more scenes Rafe scoots back on the bed, resting his back on my headboard. 

Heat raises along my skin at our proximity. I can smell a faint hint of his cologne lingering on him. I stare down at his hands, a gold ring on his index finger that he occasionally plays with. My eyes follow up on his arms, veins protruding on his forearms. His biceps bulge out of his blue shirt. As my eyes make my way up to his face, I find him already looking down at him.

He extends his neck down and gently places his lips against mine. I lean up into the kiss, grabbing his neck with one hand, using my other to push myself up on the bed. He grabs my hips, pulling me onto his lap, my legs straddling the sides of him. I push him into my headboard, our lips moving at a fast pace, heavy breaths exchanged between the two of us. 

His hands slip up my top, fondling my boobs with both hands. I groan into the kiss, rutting my crotch against his.

“Whaddya want pretty girl” he whispers into the kiss. I whimper lightly as his fingers pinch my nipples. He takes my open mouth as an opportunity to stick his tongue in, circling erotically around the inside of my mouth. I pull alway to catch my breath, my forehead resting against his.

“I want you.” he smirks at response, pulling my top above my head with a swift motion. We undress each other between kisses and I find myself under him, completely naked.

“Do you have a condom?” he asks.

“What you dont carry them with you? Thought you were at Carissa’s earlier” I say with a snark expression. He rolls his eyes and brings his hand up to grab my face, squeezing my jaw with his hand.

“Answer the question.” My pussy throbs at the feeling of his hand squeezing my face and I shut my eyes.

“Nightstand. Bottom drawer” He releases his grip and leans over the bed opening the drawer.

“Nice toys” he remarks. I internally cringe, feeling embarrassment radiate through my body. “And you have lube. Guess your not as much of a prude as I thought.” 

I scoff and lightly push his shoulder.

“What did you think I was a virgin or something?”

He smiles down at the packet and opens it with his teeth, pouring a tiny drop of lube on the tip, rubbing it down his shaft. I watch him intently and he looks back at me as he adjusts himself at my entrance.

“Nah just didn’t know you fucked all like that.”

“I dont” I state, my arms gripping his biceps as he pushes his tip slowly in, stretching me out.

“Fuck” I hiss.

“Obviously not cus you’re tight as fuck.” he groans, dipping his head down to the crook of my neck. He readjusts his angle, lowering down to his forearms, before pushing his entire cock inside. I moan out, louder than I would’ve liked and he chuckles into my neck.

“You feel fucking amazing” he whispers before sucking harshly onto the side of my neck, slowly thrusting himself in and out of my pussy. I wrap my legs up around his waist, nails digging into his arms.

“Fuck Rafe fuck” I cry out. His hand snakes up behind my head, grabbing a fisful of my hair, pushing my head up to meet his, our mouths colliding with passion as he starts to quicken his pace. 

The room is filled with the sounds of his skin slapping against mine, my uncontrollable moans and whimpers, his occasional grunts and the TV show in the background. 

Our lips disconnect as he pushes himself back up and he pulls my arms off of his, putting them above me, his other hand trailing up to wrap around my throat. He applies light pressure before going back to thrusting inside of me. My eyes roll back, a string of ah, ah, ahs escaping my lips.

He squeezes my throat tighter and leans close to my face.

“Keep your eyes open” he commands. My eyes snap open to meet his, blown out and filled with lust. His tongue is slightly jutted out between his swollen lips, just like he does when hes concentrating in class. I whimper underneath him as I feel myself reaching my climax. 

“Rafe ‘m” 

“I know pretty girl I can feel you clenching around my fucking dick. feels fuckin awesome.” he says between his heavy breaths. “Go ahead and let yourself go, wanna feel you cum on me.”

 Within seconds I let myself come undone beneath him, His hands release from around my neck and he lowers himself down to interlock lips again. I gasp into his mouth as I unravel beneath him, his climax following soon after. We exchange moans between kisses as he sloppily thrusts, riding out his high. I go limp underneath him, in a blissed out daze, watching his face overcome with pleasure. 

After regaining his composure, he pulls out and I whimper at the absence of him inside of me. He gets off the bed, throwing the condom into the trashcan and making his way to my bathroom. I watch him as he cleans himself up, just like last time. He wanders around the room looking for his clothes.

“So was this your plan all along?” I ask, pulling my own clothes back on.

“What do you mean?” he asks, pulling his t shirt on.

“Having Top call Sabrina and crashing our girls night.”

“No, my end goal of tonight was not to fuck you.” he states simply, sitting at the edge of the bed to put his shoes back on. “Tops just fuckin obsessed with Sab.” he says in a ushed tone.

“I knew it.” I said, perking up on the bed. “They’d be cute… I think?” I say, pondering the thought.

“How’s that feel, both of your best friends dating the same dude” Rafe says with a sarcastic tone.

“Sarah and Top barely dated. That was like forever ago.” I say, standing up, walking towards him. He grabs his hoodie and scans the room.

“You got any more of those calculators?” he asks, pointing at my desk. I walk over to the desk and pick up the calculator he motioned towards.

“Yea I have two, why?” 

“Can I borrow one for my micro exam?” he asks.

“Um sure. Wait, do you not have one?” he takes the calculator from my hand and shakes his head.

“Nah I always stole Top’s before class but we have the exam at the same time.”

“That exams no joke.” I say, remembering the headache I had exiting the final exam last year.

“Yea I’m kinda fucked.” he says with a frown. 

“Want some of my notes?” I ask, already rummaging through my drawers. “Here, I made this study packet for myself last year.” Handing him the booklet I made for finals. He flicks throught he pages, eyes widening.

“Holy shit you’re a bigger nerd than I thought.” he says, laughing to himself.

“You want to pass or not?” I ask, placing my hands on my hips.

He looks up and smiles.

“Thanks. I’ll see ya later pretty girl.” he says before walking out of the patio doors.

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[theperplexedpoet]

they not like us (all apologies to Kendrick)

psst, I see rich people Hitler in the street, yo

Himmler's taking heat, yo heave ho, any progress made now gotta go class clown, ordering around tell him, “freeze, bro” Constitution all up in his ass crack wiping deep yo

what's with these jabroni-ass flunkies tryna be Washington the oligarchs can hate me, fuck 'em all and they drama the kind of optics that you got tryna force this adoption don't push too hard for you know you're incontinent beat your ass with your own Bible like God's watchin'

sometimes you gotta pop out and show tyrants certified boogeyman, we about to run the show on 'em look around, wholesale you know he got some ho in him stole on him, extortion, bully on the flo' again

say, Trump, when Epstein's list go'n come bet it's not because you know that you are one yeah you know that's the kind of list that you are on so make sure to hide all the women from him

they say that Hegs will take the 'nation and he'll tear it down it's party over country, playin' their war games now and Elon's still a headcase, why is he around a certified fuck boy? pervert-sized pedophile!

bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, Rob, fuck 'em up bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, I'ma write my stuff why you trollin' like a glitch? ain't you tired? tryna start a war and a crypto empire

they not like us, they not like us, they not like us they not like us, they not like us, they not like us

you think that We gon' let you disrespect her figure I think that Justice gon' go on and pull the trigger your cold fouls show that you was only pretedin' you an owl like Twin Peaks in need of pinchin', no

the people are not dumb, shape the stories how you want hey, Don, we're not slow corporate pockets deep, and you're still fishin' for commas yeah P always stood for profits, not for any campaign promise

you ain't flawless, just lawless, go catch a case for something well you did, but you hid 'hind the title you pumpin' y'all tyrants get a taster, and the hunger eats your brains like RFK's worm, that shit just makes you insane, penis

players get your hands out them coffers, infamous for system gaming we need to investigate and prosecute the abuses must get traction, need action, fuck his intent let's get hands-on, he finding out, he's finished

we fucked by Johnson and those GOP excuses and then of course by the huge dick-tator it produces now the J6'ers are home, y'all didn't deserve that pardon still he's stitchin' up the 'Tution, and planting weeds here in the garden

and your bros all got a hard-on, for predators move in flocks y'all's names gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch and the whole admin is made up of a buncha cocks ain't no live long and no prosper they sent it up to Spock, ay

put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ay calling me a lib, it's time that was stopped, ay leftist indoct and I've got some shit in stock, ay one, two, three, four, five, plus five, ay

devil is a lie, he's an imbecile's god, ay freaky-ass tyrants need to stay they ass inside, ay guillotines up and we got them a job, ay cities are back up, it's a must, we outside, ay

they not like us, they not like us, they not like us they not like us, they not like us, they not like us

once upon a time, all of us had some shame shits himself in public, (yuh) just another day Georgia was the tipping point if y'all had any brains bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game

the tyrant needed more votes just to make himself richer fast-forward, 2024, he's got the same agenda prosecution on his heels, for the checks to balance he just needed a way to escape each legal challenge

he's thine Fuhrer but you still ain't in his club (ay, what?) big baby got your civics so corrupt (what's that?) 45 gave you false street cred Musk made you cheer Nazi slime in your head (ay, what?) world over agrees it was a sieg heil (what's that?) Trump says it's good, but he's a pile

goes runnin' for office when he needs a few dollars he's a stone cold racist, just a hateful colonizer former and latter, and the truth of the matter it was our plan to show y'all the liar

Mm, mm-mm He a fat, he a fat, he a fat (mm), he a fat, he a fat, he a

freaky ass tyrant he's an imbecile's god freaky ass tyrant he's an imbecile knob hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life

freaky ass tyrant he's an imbecile's god freaky ass tyrant he's an imbecile knob hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life

let me hear you say, "No, Bozo!" (no, Bozo) "No, Elon's ho" (no, Elon's ho) and stop his play, stop that play and stop his play, stop that play

see how corrupt? say “Lock him up!” stand in his way, in his way stand in his way, in his way

(1/27/25)

[unkowncreature]

Yo one of my favorite things as an avid fucking warrior cats fan is seeing non-fan takes on the series.

When people see a cute little flecked grey cat who’s burning in hell and they r like yoo what he’s a catt what did he do?? And we’re all like oh that’s ashfur the worlds worst ex boyfrein, yeah he’s in hell now

Or a big fluffy Broad Shouldered Tabby Tom and they’re all like pspspsps aw let me hold him. Like no that right there is a tyrant dictator, he may look cute right now but he has killed several guys and plans on several more. Yes, he’s also in hell

Yes cat hell exists in these books. It’s called the dark forest and it can kill you in your dreams

I love warriors, the most normal series

[qirarey123]

i have a spiderverse oc that i think would weirdly get along really well with josie even though they have such different background and universes?? the oc's name is aneirin kelkian and she's a half-elf from a fantasy world in which a tyrant empire is trying to take over her home continent of pryla. BUT, unlike other spiderpeople she wasn't bitten by a spider, instead she befriended and trained a dragon with spidery traits and became a dragon rider known in her universe as the rogue spider who defends villages. her dragon, oleander, is a species known as a scaled aranae that has all the spidery traits, like multiple eyes, spider limbs, mandibles, silk, and venom. he's based off of a white wolf spider and is actually fluffy to the touch since he as the same hairs spiders do all over his scales! anyways, while aneirin herself may not have any spider powers, you bet she can kick ass without them, as she's trained in both archery and blade fighting. [she's also fucking 6'3 and decently buff even at 17, so she's gnarly in a hands-on fight too] when it comes to her role in the spider society and her relationships, she's a big sister figure to gwen as well, which is what inspired me to think that she and josephine would get along!! [protective big sisters unite] aneirin also loves music and dance, so i imagine she'd be curious to learn more about ballet and the music that exists in josie's universe. oleander on the other hand thinks that her spidersuit is like a shiny piece of treasure, but he's still pretty skittish around spiders that aren't aneirin. although he is warming up more to the spiderband as time goes on. so yeah, even though aneirin and josephine are from very different universes and backgrounds, i think they'd get along and kick ass together, as a treat :)

Yo???

Aneirin sounds so badass and so goddamn cool.

Also she's 6'3??? Goddamn, she's probably one of the most coolest spidersonas to exist.