#I died writing this

[arrowmaker15]

(Father's Day, pt 5)

Bruce: Okay, next is Cass, this should be better.

*opens gift*

Bruce:...

Bruce: What the fuck, Cass? I thought you would actually get something nice. So why the hell did you get me a replica of *the blade that killed you*!?

Cass: Momento.

Bruce:

[elementaldoughnut12]

"Good Enough Dad"

*contains blood and crying*

*This is a family au where Jeff Hardy is Mox's dad so I made Jeff fifty-six because I can*

“Jesus! That kid can pack a punch! I thought he would go easy on his old man… should've known better” Jeff says as he limps to his locker room. He refused to go to medical despite what his brother Matt was telling him because he wanted some time to himself. “Alright, let's look at the damage…” Jeff says to himself. He limps to the bathroom mirror and groans at all the bruises and bite marks all across his body. 

“Shit, those look gnarly” Jeff says to himself. He then sighs as he sees how his body has become. He has a bit of pudge that goes over his belt and not to mention the gray strands that are littered in his long dark hair. He's fifty-six so he understands that he only has a few years left in the ring. But it still hurts when everytime he looks in the mirror he just sees how he's not the top star anymore. 

“I'm just gonna be another washed-up nobody that people will forget about sooner or later” Jeff thought to himself. With one last look in the mirror, Jeff balled up his fist and punched the mirror causing it to shatter into pieces. “FUCK!!!” Jeff screams as he feels glass go in his hand. He groans as he watches blood steadily drip from his hand. “Goddammit… why do I always do this to myself?” Jeff mutters to himself. 

He limps back to the bench and looks for a pair of tweezers for the glass. While looking through his gym bag, he doesn't hear the door quietly open and shut. “Hey dad, I wanted to see if you were ok?” Mox says as he enters the room. “O-Oh hey son! I just have some bruises and I'm limping a bit but I'm ok!” Jeff says nervously as he tries to hide his hand behind his back. Mox gives him a look which means he knows he's lying. 

“You never were a good liar dad” Mox says casually. Jeff just sighs as he shows Mox his injured hand. “Jesus fuck dad! What happened?” Mox says concerned. “I punched a mirror… I've been through worse” Jeff says as he watches his son sit on a bench across from him. “What can be worse than glass in your hand?” Mox asks as he looks through his gym bag. “How about having my son nearly rip my earlobe off with a pen on live tv?” Jeff says with a laugh. “Yeah, I'm sorry about that” Mox says embarrassingly.

“Don't worry about it! Me and your uncle Matt did much worse back in the day” Jeff says with a nostalgic look. “Really? I know you guys are high flyers but I could never see you do deathmatches or anything like that” Mox says truthfully as he pulls out the tweezers. “How about us jumping off ladders and putting a guy through a burning table with dislocated arms and blood dripping down our faces? Can you see us doing that?” Jeff asks proudly as he sees stars in Mox's eyes. 

“That's so cool! Ok now this is gonna hurt so I'm warning you now” Mox says as he nears his dad's hand with the tweezers. Jeff hisses a bit as he feels the bits of glass getting removed from his hand. “Why did you punch a mirror?” Mox asks curiously. “It's nothing for you to worry about kiddo” Jeff says nonchalantly as he tries to look away. “Was it because I beat you?” Mox asks sadly, causing Jeff to automatically look back at him. 

“No sweetheart! You beat me fair and square and I'm proud of you for that!” Jeff says truthfully. “Then how come you didn't shake my hand?” Mox asks, causing Jeff to start picking invisible dust from his pants to distract himself. “It was because I was wrapped up in my own head” he says quietly. “About what? Come on dad, you make me vent about my problems and shit all the time” Mox says seriously, causing Jeff to sigh. 

“When I came back here and I looked in the mirror, all I saw was a tired old man. I'm fifty-six so I know I only have a few years left in this business. Fighting you tonight made me see a future where I'm gonna be a washed-up nobody that people will forget about sooner or later. I wouldn't be surprised if they took me out back and shot me like a dying dog! When people hear the name Jeff Hardy they won't remember the top star that defied the odds but a pathetic recovering drug addict who was barely good enough to pass by.” Jeff explains as he puts his head down and feels himself start to cry. 

A couple moments passed by before Jeff felt his son lunge at him and gave him a hug. “If people don't remember you as a legend then they're fucking wrong” Mox mumbles, surprising Jeff. “Also you're not a pathetic recovering drug addict. You're my dad who decided to raise me when you were just eighteen and lived your whole life as a single parent.

Sure you struggled with addiction but I did too and you went to rehab the moment I did which I'm happy you did. If it wasn't for you then I wouldn't have become an awesome wrestler. If people don't remember you as a good enough wrestler then they'll remember that you're a good enough dad to me” Mox continues as he tucks his head in between his dad's shoulder and neck. 

Jeff felt tears streaming down his face but they weren't tears of sadness but of pure happiness. “At least I have one person in my corner who doesn't think I'm a screw up” he says as he hugs Mox back. “I love you too much to ever think of you like that dad” Mox says truthfully. “Love you too kiddo” Jeff says as he lightly kisses Mox's forehead. They still like that for a few minutes until Mox backs away. 

“Ok enough mushy stuff! Are you ready for the peroxide?” Mox asks as he grabs the bottle. “Lay it on me squirt!” Jeff says with a smile, causing Mox to roll his eyes. He grunts a bit at the sting of the peroxide on his hand. “You think you and uncle Matt could ever teach me that move you were talking about earlier?” Mox asks curiously, causing Jeff to smile at him. “That depends if you're willing to risk fucking yourself up to the extreme” Jeff says seriously as his son starts wrapping up his hand. 

“Did you forget I already do that for a living?” Mox asks, causing both of them to laugh. “We'll talk about it at the hotel! Now, how about we go get some food? My treat!” Jeff says as he grabs his gear bag. “I don't know dad… wouldn't uncle Matt be pissed when he finds out where we're going?” Mox asks worryingly. “Would you rather him find out about this or find out about you making out with Claudio in the storage closet earlier?” Jeff says with a smirk, causing his son to blush embarrassingly. 

“I'm suddenly craving burgers” Mox says, trying to change the subject as he grabs his bag. “Lead the way kiddo!” Jeff says with a laugh as they walk out the door. He may only have a few years left in the ring and the people may not remember him as a top star but at least he'll know he's a good enough dad for his son. That's something he's proud to be known for…

[interpidcaptain]

First Date: Part 1/??

I'm very proud of this, for this being my first snzfic on tumblr.

Summary: James is going out with a doctor, Doctor Matthew J. Edward. However, he gets sick, but he doesn't want to cancel on the guy. Plus, he's experienced in this thing.

Pairing: mlm

Content: illness, mess, mention of contagion, sneezing (obviously), coughing

DO NOT REBLOG TO NON-KINK BLOGS

James, the catboy with cat ears, cat eyes, cat fur, and a cat tail, and the one who'd been classified as a freak in his youth, was on his way to the restaurant he was supposed to go to so he could meet up with his date. He'd gotten lonely, so he'd downloaded a dating app. He'd been matched up with a doctor.

Ironic, since he'd started sniffling and sneezing the very day they were supposed to meet up. Here he was now, being forced to rub his nose raw to avoid being that annoying person that sniffles every time they breathe. He just hoped his date, Matthew, wouldn't notice. Though, since he was a doctor, he probably would.

He gave one last soupy sniffle before heading into the restuarant he'd be eating at. He looked around, scanning the area for his date. He noticed someone waving at him, and yep, that was him.

He sat down at the other end of his table and smiled, hoping and praying he didn't notice the red that sat on his cheeks, his chapped nose, or the sweat that formed on his temple.

Thankfully, the lighting was somehow able to hide all of that.

"So, James, you know I'm a doctor. What do you do for a living?" The conversation picked up immediately.

"I, uh, I do a lot of art." He gave a sheepish smile. "I sell it for a lot of money, but I'm not sure I'm actually that talented."

"Oh, I'm sure you're great at it!" Matthew smiled at him, and it made his hear flutter a little.

The conversation continued. It was as if they were old friends.

James was able to stave off the tickle that had been plaguing his poor nose all day, and just as he thought he could make it without having a sneezing fit, this lady came in and sat nearby with perfume strong enough that James could smell it through his cold.

"...Earlier I had a patient come in complaining about chest pains. Turns out, it was only because he spent all night last night drinking beer and eating pizza like it was the fourth of July."

He tried to rub the tickle away. It wasn't working. "The th—hh... th-things people come in for these d—HIH!... days..."

Matthew furrowed his brow. "You all right?"

"Y–hih–yeah, I just... Sorryi'mgonnasneeze—" He sped up before he let out a rapid, "Hishh! TsshhIIUU! Tsshhi!" into his elbow.

Matthew's expression, to James' relief, softened. "Bless you! That was cute."

His cheeks somehow became more flushed as he rubbed his already raw nose. "Wh–what?"

"Your sneezing. It was cute. Like a kitten. But, uh, I suppose that makes sense."

Before he could respond, his breath caught with another – "Hzzschhh! Nngh... Sorry..."

Matthew's head tilted a bit to the side and he hummed softly in thought. The way he looked at James with concern made him tense up. "Is... Is something in here bothering you?"

"...Y–yeah, actually, I think so. There's a, um... p–perfume— Hnxxtch!" He brought his hand up to catch the next string of sneezes that his instinctive stifle had coaxed out. "S–sorry, force of hh... habit—! HISHIEW!! HISHIUU!! HIH!... HETCHII!!" And along with the string of sneezes, a string of snot came out with them.

He quickly grabbed a handful of napkins as a substitute as tissues and wiped the mess away. "S–sorry—!" He felt the eyes of everyone else in the restaurant staring at him as he grabbed more napkins. Anyone could tell he was uncomfortable with it too.

Matthew grabbed a handful of extra napkins and helped him out of his seat. "It's okay, you're fine. Let's get you some fresh air, yeah?"

"Sdf... Hh'EKSHIEW!!" was the only thing Matthew got in response from James. That, and a cough.

"Bless you." Matthew gently rubbed his back as he held him close, leading him out of the restaurant, away from the disgusted glares of strangers.

James only felt comfortable to properly blow his nose when they were alone outside, and that he did. It did absolutely nothing to relieve the congestion, but it seemed to nullify the tickle a little, as his sneezing soon came to a pause.

The bad news was the lighting made it a lot easier to get a better look at him outside. "James..."

"Hm'b?" Matthew brought a hand to his forehead to check for a fever. James leaned into his warm touch.

"...Mhm... You're burning up." He gazed at the other softly.

"Whad't are you talkid'ng aboud't? Im'b freezid'ng..." He hugged himself and shivered a little, avoiding eye contact.

"...Chills, too..." He thought for a while before deciding. "Do you have all of your stuff?"

"What'd?" His ears perked up, just barely.

"Don't feel bad, but I'm taking you to my house and I'll take care of you there. I'd take you to your house, but I want you to be able to rest in the car."

He just nodded slowly, letting Matthew lead him to his car.

[aseriesofunfortunatejan]

tumblr's search function is what it is so I can't find my post where I ~humorously~ coined the phrase "fandom wiki admin guilt" (or was it just "wiki admin guilt"? only the tumblr Gods may know) and compared it to christian guilt. but though i said this jokingly, i do think wikis would be better if admins (= volunteers) weren't held to such an impossible standard.

in fandom's case, this includes by abusive CEOs, but in general, this about the expectations that both readers and contributors (fellow volunteers) hold that the admin should be impeccable. wiki admins are required to be at your disposal for quick decision making, for immediate proofreading, for CSS coding and the designing work that can go alongside it, on top of making their own substantial edits to Wiki pages, staying up to date with news about the medium, and possibly providing translations. it is required that they put on a professional front and don't let emotions impact their decisions (again, this about a free encyclopaedia that they're oftentimes the only one to actually and substantially write).

wiki admins are often viewed as an enemy to the wiki's contributors and possibly even to the fanbase at large - an evil, powerful decision maker who is ruining your fun on purpose with their rules and limitations. as if saying "if your edit is so riddled with mistakes even a practiced proofreader can't make heads or tails of it, it will be removed" is tyranny rather than simple efficiency. as if saying "if your claim isn't backed by a source, i must remove it" is an admission that you're closed to contributions that aren't your own. there will be people to vandalise on purpose, to take time out of their day just to make sure they stress out and add more work to the (evil and powerful) admin.

i'll explain what i mean by "fandom wiki admin guilt": i am singling out fandom because its inner workings make this worse (with rules such as not allowing multiple Wikis on the same topic, or with the authority Fandom staff holds over admins, but also with its stronger appeal to young users). as a wiki admin, you will constantly feel guilty because:

you are not doing enough (how are there still so many Stubs?!)

you are not doing enough 2: the return (i'm sorry dear contributor that there is no Navbox for characters at the moment. i promise to put it at the top of my to-do list. please forgive me for not creating, styling and applying it within the hour that follows your complaint and allow me to suck your dick to compensate)

you are a cruel and unjust dictator (i dearly apologise for removing your edit that said "pebis???" and nothing else, i did not realise you were dyslexic and actually trying to contribute to this character's physical description. no i understand that you're crying and i ruined your life and you will never edit a wiki again. yeah that's on me. if i may, what was it you were trying to wri- ah you're pissing on me now. no it's fine i get it)

you're an entitled piece of shit (hey sorry man i saw you copy my work and claim it as yours. can you stop doing that. yeah i know i'm a huge bitch. the yelling and screaming and pissing is fine can you just avoid the theft in the future. if you'd be so kind)

you are not doing enough 3: the tournament (i'm sorry for not replying to your long complaint right away. here is my long polite answer touching on every single point you made and framing them as positive and welcome questions. oh you have more points to make. okay well uh. can you be a little patient while i- what? no? ow my foot. ow my foot. ow my foot)

you are an enemy to all minorities (yeah man the authors stated that it's canon that this character is a cis maleAAAAAAHHH NO NOT THE SPIDER NOT THE SPIDER

[decaffeinatedpartymuggoop]

My favorite thing about Annabeth is her wardrobe.

Cause like, Rick simplifies her clothes in a way a man would, and you can tell.

Cause in EVERY book, from The Lightning Thief to Chalice, she’s in the goddamn CHB shirt. With like some shorts or cargo pants. Nothing more, nothing less.

He’s made improvements over the years, giving her some other clothes. But he’ll always come back to old faithful.

Like, he most definitely did it on accident, but he made her so Adam Sandler and I love it

[funtergeist]

are there still any shadowpeach fans

[k1d1c4rus]

thinking about how armand was turned bc he was dying from being stabbed by a scorned grown man who was in love with him. he nearly died from rejecting unwanted advances. its such a key explicit detail of his origin that teaches him yet again that what he wants is utterly unimportant and even deadly in the face of survival. everything about his character is informed by the fact that he adapts entirely to the situation he is forced into because that's the only way he can survive. he adopts the satanic doctrine for 200 years not because he believes in it but because he knows that is the only way he'll survive and as soon as lestat arrives he knows he can abandon it. for half a millenium he believes he can't get what he wants and also survive, he has to choose one or the other. God.

[bluerosefox]

Always Favors You

Another Sibling Danny and Jason idea!!

"Are you Jason Peter Todd?!" demanded a deep and commanding tone from the strange glowing being in front of them.

All the Bats stiffened and tensed, no doubt gearing up for a fight against the being that somehow knew Red Hood's full name.

Jason, Red Hood, decided to put on a brave front despite no doubt cursing in his head and wondering how the heck did this thing know his full freaking name.

"Whose asking." he snarled out, his hands twitching for his gun when the huge glowing knight with purple flames coming out of his helmet and cape, who was riding on a nightmare looking horse while they all had been in the cave going over tonight's patrol.

The Knight didn't seemed bothered by his response nor did he even seem to care or flinch when Batman made his own demand on 'Why was he there and who was he' or when Damian unsheathed his sword and pointed it towards him. Instead the strange glowing Knight reached to it side and pulled out... A glowing scroll? Huh. (Also he completely unnerved everyone in the room when the Knight didn't even react when Batman had tossed a Baterang when he reached for his side)

The Knight opened the scroll and spoke clearly with purpose.

"Jason Peter Todd,

You are hereby invited as a special guest of honor to the crowning of our future King of the Infinite Realms.

Daniel Phantom, once Daniel Jackson Fenton, and once Daniel Austen Todd.

Prince of the Infinite Realms, the Keeper of Balance, The Peacekeeping Halfa, the Defeater of the Tyrant King Pariah Dark, The Great One, Youngest of the Ancients, Ancient of Space, The Bridge between Life and Death.

You, the half-brother of our King, have been given the highest of honors for your past actions and will be given housing and food in the Realms and Phantom's Keep, for the week long event. Personal servants and attendants will be at your disposable and a seamstress will be on hand to tailor make your attire for the Coronation.

Signed: Clockwork. Ancient of Time. Watcher of the Infinite Timeline. Kronos. Mentor and Adviser.

PS: I shall have Fright Knight ("Me" the Knight bluntly said for a second) leave this scroll along with a personal one for you from Daniel to read over and once you make up your mind sign the bottom of the scroll.

I do hope in time you will pick the right choice Jason Todd, we of the Infinite Realms would like to reward you for your actions. After all, if you hadn't gotten young Daniel away from your father that night all those years ago, we would never had gained our Prince nor be free from our once Tyrant King.

Ah, one more thing.

The Infinite Realms will always favor you Jason."

Jason felt like he couldn't breath as Fright Knight? Rolled up the scroll, pulled a letter from his side, and held out the two items for him to take.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Not beating the allegations.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[wickedwitchofthesouth]

In a perfect world they would have written a plotline where Dean becomes addicted to angel grace because it was the only thing that keeps the effects of the mark of cain at bay.

In a perfect world it would have been the perfect parallel to Sam's demon blood junkie arc

In a perfect world, Cas would have been Deans Ruby

IN A PERFECT WORLD THATS HOW THEY WOULDVE GOTTEN TOGTHER

[wordsofasarcast]

headcanon

So you know how it's canon that Will listens to true crime podcasts?

What if that's how he finds out that Nico is from the 1940s?!

Like he's listening to the latest episode about 'the death of Maria di Angelo and the disappearance and supposed kidnapping of her missing children, Niccolò and Bianca di Angelo'.

And it's not all that strange for demigods to pop up in conspiracy blogs or podcasts - Percy had a four part series about him, and Will listened to the whole thing during a nightshift at the infirmary.

So yeah, Will starts listens to the di Angelo episode thinking nothing of it, maybe he's just hoping to have a laugh about what the mortals thought happened to Nico or maybe he's more than a little curious about Nico's mysterious past.

And the hosts, in crackling stereo voices because they desperately need a better mic, are talking about lightning striking the hotel, how "the storm popped up out of nowhere" and the "strange seismic activity reported in the area at the time"...and then the date drops...

The hosts say something along the lines of, "The di Angelo siblings were reported missing by their family back in Italy after no word had been received of their safe passage to America. The police report states they were last seen by an anonymous witness entering the Lotus Hotel & Casino with an unknown third party in December of 1942."

And Will's just sat there, gaping at the infirmary bed he'd been stripping of its sheets. Because everything is adding up now, and Will's not quite sure how he missed it...

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

The ring was small and silver with a single emerald embedded in the metal.

It wasn’t something flashy, it probably cost less than the smallest gem from his vault all together.

But it was perfect.

Which made it so heartbreaking to turn it down.

“Dick.. you know me so well.. I wish I could take this ring, i really do.”

Dick was still on one knee in the little apartment, but he put the small box down on the floor as he asked.

“Then what’s stopping you?”

Danny let out a bitter chuckle,

“The US government.”

[thatpunnyperson]

According to NBC here in the US, the missing titanic sub has been found. As debris. Off the bow of the Titanic wreckage.

And it looks like the sub suffered what we all suspected, and what was undoubtedly the more merciful of the two options: a catastrophic implosion from the pressure.

Also, more info has come to light about the fishing trawler with the hundreds of migrants that sank cataclysmically off the coast of Greece, indicating that the greek coast guard knew about the vessel AND how much trouble the vessel was in, and were towing it at a speed that made it capsize, at which point they unhooked the tow line and watched the trawler sink without helping the passengers to safety. Despite a bunch of other ships trying to help as well throughout the whole ordeal.

So a lot of people are dead, all because of regulations (and the lack thereof) regarding sea-faring vessels and rescue protocols. People shouldnt be allowed to make a business charging a ton of money for a ride on an uncertified, unsafe, un-seaworthy ship going deep into the ocean with no distress beacon or tether to the mothership. People also shouldnt be allowed to enact laws that criminalize the ferrying of refugees, which then force the refugees to hitch rides on fishing trawlers, and which also prevent people from helping those fishing trawlers full of refugees due to fear of legal consequences.

Hopefully BOTH of these events spark changes on an international scale in terms of what is legally allowed to be sailed, who is legally allowed to be the passengers, and what the rescue protocols are in the event of disaster for any seafaring vessel, illegal or not. It shouldnt be just the global 1% who get 24/7 search parties and remote-operated submersibles helping rescue them.

[swedebeast]

[6gumi]

spread ‘em further, baby.

⋆.˚ NSFW . wc. 784 . IL dan heng ( imbibitor lunae ) x f!reader 、size k!nk 、double penetration 、established relationship 、pussydrunk!danheng & big dick!dan heng in da same frame . . . — 𝑹𝑼𝑩𝑰 : “ anotha’ sillie thirst ! hehe been thinkin’ about dan heng’s tail keepin’ your legs spread out so nicely since foreva x-x “

IL DAN HENG was a patient man, and you knew that. well, at least that’s what you thought. his patience can be nothing more than a distraction for how he truly feels, harboring his emotions . . . harboring his own wants and his true desires, just to keep himself from losing control. but that brings a question . . . can and could he really control himself ?

this, on your part, was truly a mistake.

even so, dan heng’s heart swelled with gratitude when you put your trust in him. his dick twitched against his body . . . his massive form dwarfing your small frame. his nostrils flaring as he caught your scent, cursing himself for getting aroused by it. his tail flicked gently, providing a subtle warmth that enveloped your body from below. “so small, so perfect.” he whispered against your ear, sending shivers down your spine as he carefully positioned himself between your drenched thighs, one of his throbbing cocks nudging against your entrance with pure excitement . . . desperate to please you. “ . . . you can handle two of me, can you baby?” you paused and nodded slowly . . . feeling your cunt squeezing around nothing just by thinking about that . . . but hey ? what could go so wrong ?

“. . . i might break you, my love,” dan heng murmured softly against your ear, his teeth biting down your earlobe . . . sliding his two lengths deep inside your yearning hole as the massive girth of his cocks filled you up almost completely. each swift motion of his thrusts sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, the intensity of the experience unlike anything you had ever known. he was big, and you were sure he knew that. despite how big he was compared to you, his movements were slow and deliberate, focused on ensuring your pleasure rather than his own. his powerful muscles flexed with each thrust, his body moving with a primal grace. your boyfriend’s breath came in deep, ragged pants, his mind focused solely on the task at hand. “f—fuck . . . this pussy’s driving me crazy. look, it’s driving them crazy too.”

“d—dan heng . . .” your moans and cries of ecstasy filled his room, your hands gripping his horns as your body arched to meet each thrust. dan heng knew his own satisfaction was secondary to your pleasure, he could feel himself licking his lips when he gazed down and admired your sweaty body beneath the moonlight . . . his powerful form moving in sync with yours, entwined in a passionate dance that transcends the heavens. he explored the depths of your heat, your sweet pussy he’d been craving all day. his size was overwhelming, to say the least . . . overwhelming in the best way possible. his tongue flicked out, licking your neck gently, his breath hot against your supple skin.

“spread them further, baby.”

with a sudden flick of muscles, his powerful tail lifted your legs, spreading them wide . . . the tip of his tail gently prodding your outer folds, providing an additional source of pleasure. your boyfriend shifted his position, granting him better access to your fully exposed entrance . . . positioning you in a way that allows deeper penetration. the warmth of the scales on his tail against your flesh provided a pleasant, almost comforting sensation. both cocks throbbed, the sight of his beloved’s legs spread out like that turned him on. the tip of his first cock nudged against your bud, the swollen head already slick from your previous coupling. with the utmost care, dan heng pressed forward, the size of his dick stretching you once again . . . the familiar friction igniting the fires of desire in both of you.

“you’re s—so good to me, my love . . . so so good.” slowly and steadily, your boyfriend began to move again, his thrusts deliberate and precise . . . this new angle causing delightful sensations to ripple through you both. your hands, that were roaming through his horns, found purchase around his neck, gripping tightly as the pleasure intensified. “you’re so good at taking my cock . . mmh—both of them.” his breathing and yours, completely synchronized . . . his pretty eyes locked on yours while his heart pounded against his ribcage. with a guttural growl, he quickened his pace, in a hurry to fill you up. the rhythm of your lovemaking reaching it’s peak. he could feel his tip brushing against your most sensitive areas, desperate to fuck and find them all. the vidyadhara’s powerful tail squeezed your legs tighter, holding you in place as he drove into you with renewed vigor.

“you seem to enjoy the fact that i use my tail to spread you out so nicely . . .” dan heng leaned down, his face close to yours, breaths mingling as his body collided with yours in a passionate dance. “hm . . . should i spread you out wider then?”

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[gay-impressionist]

france is burning.

667 people were arrested last night. they are curfews in place. public transport is partially closed at night.

nahel, a 17-year-old, was shot tuesday by the police during a traffic stop. he wasn't violent or armed, he wasn't a threat. but he broke the law and tried to drive away, so the cops killed him.

and now france is rioting.

there is a video so the government isn't trying to deny the facts for once. but the minister of the interior (in charge of the police) still insist that the police shot less people since the 2017 law on public safety.

but an analysis of police statistics by Le Monde, the most read newspaper in france, says otherwise. when the police shot on average 250 people each year in the five years prior to 2017, that number became 297 after 2017. for shots fired specifically on moving vehicles, the average used to be 119 and it's now 150. before 2017, there was an average of 0.06 deaths per shot. now it's 0.32.

more than ever, the police shoots to kill.

so france is burning.