#I'M SO SORRY I THOUGHT OF THIS AND COULDN'T HELP MYSELF

[drowxiv]

Lieutenant Part 2

[ki-kink]

Hi. I've been interested in the wereteenager theme and in particular in the transformation, but I have trouble imagining it. It seems to be gradual and has various phases. Is there a precise sequence in the physical changes? How do fat mass and muscle mass change in the various parts of the body? Is it painful? What thoughts or images form in your mind during the various phases? In short, if we were to shoot a scene from a film that represents it in its entirety, like the one in "An American Werewolf in London", how should we imagine it.

There is no photographic or even filmed documentation. What I have found is this protocol of a patient. Sorry, that's all I know….

22:00: Photo for the transformation protocol is taken. It's the usual feeling before a Friday night. Anxiety. Anticipation. In any case, it's a strange feeling.

06:00: The alarm clock wasn't actually supposed to ring for another 20 minutes. But like almost every Friday, I'm woken up by an incredible morning erection. Like almost every Friday morning, I also had a wet dream. I have to make up the bed.

06:30: To get rid of the erection, I masturbated in the bathroom. It didn't take long to ejaculate. The plan to measure the amount once didn't work out again as I spread my sperm uncontrollably around the bathroom. My testicles are covered in soft fuzz, as is my upper lip.

07:30: After showering, I had to masturbate a second time. I have the feeling that the ejaculation was stronger than the first one. Although I'm freshly showered, I already smell of sweat under my armpits again. My armpit hair is much bushier than usual.

09:30: The morning board at Teams was torture. I find it hard to concentrate. Especially when Luke is in a call. He looks incredibly hot. I have a steadfast erection and a wet precum stain in my pants.

12:00: The morning has been exhausting. I'm finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate. To be honest, I've been online most of the time. Watching football scores, TikTok, Instagram… My colleagues went out for a salad. I had such a craving for a burger. I went to a burger joint around the corner. There were three hot high school jocks sitting at a table. I asked if I could sit with them. The looks were a mixture of disgusted and amused.

2:00 p.m.: Had to jerk off, couldn't help myself. Fantasized about standing in the shower with the guys from the burger joint after a soccer training session. When I washed my hands afterwards, I looked in the mirror. Despite shaving this morning, there's already beard fuzz on my upper lip again. But apart from that, my reflection pisses me off. That's not me. I'm not an old man.

4:30 p.m.: End of work. At last. On the subway, I see that I'm wearing my worn-out Chucks. It's a good thing none of my colleagues saw. The sun will set in a good hour. I still have no idea what I'm going to do tonight. There's not much pocket money left. Shit, I have to piss. Good thing I have to go out next stop.

4:35 pm: Yo, I'm at the station loo, takin' a leak. Bro, my dude: Däng! This thing's rock hard, like a baseball bat, no joke! My whole body's shakin', but not 'cause it's chilly. More like when you're doin’ your thing on the QB's ass. Man, my bladder was about to explode. Piss everywhere—looked like I got sprayed. Had to swap my threads. Good thing we got football practice today, right?

4:42 pm: I'm at the sink in my jersey and shorts, checkin' my hair, feelin' fresh. Then this dude sneaks up behind me, crazy eyes and all. His hand's on my junk, and he’s old—like 30 or somethin'. Just goes “50”. Bro, 50 bucks for a blowie?! Jackpot! This night is gonna be lit!

02:00 am: Dude, I'm so lit right now! Almost forgot that damn control pic. But the team doc and coach need it, I think. Gotta hit up that skater dude I met at the club. Total lean machine, dude’s got stamina, and an epic cock! Let’s go!

[sturniololuv08]

TreeHouse Chapter 11

"Matty wants to see you in his room."

Summary: Matt gets angry.

"Anger is like hot blood rushing through your veins."

⚠️This Fic Series will NOT be for people with triggers. This Fic Series will have very descriptive moments of abuse.⚠️

Please Read At Your Own Risk.

Chris' POV:

She said she wouldn't let it go; honestly, I didn't want her to. But I knew the things she didn't. I knew if Matt found out I even talked to her, I would probably die. I thought about death often. Not in the sense I wanted to die necessarily but more so in the sense if it happened, I wouldn't be surprised anymore. I decided to walk home instead of taking the bus to help avoid Sienna—my Nessie.

I remember everything about her now. I accidentally trauma-blocked her. Leaving her behind, not knowing I wasn't going to see her for years, was the worst thing to ever happen to me. Worse than any beating I have ever taken. I remember that evening clearly. We got home, and Mom was livid that Father allowed me to go over there. She punished me by hitting me with the kitchen broom over and over. I begged our dad to help me, but I think that was his breaking point. He stopped being my father that day.

Since then, everyone in the house has treated me this way. I was alone. I lost everything. I held onto Nessie for a while. I imagined us playing together in the treehouse often. Sometimes, when Matt would use me as his personal punching bag, I would picture her doe eyes lighting up when I did something silly. She was my anchor until I forgot her. No matter how hard I try, I can't pinpoint the exact moment I forgot; I just did.

I was coming up to her house. I walked a little slower, secretly hoping she would see me and stop me. It's not that I didn't want to talk to her or be friends again. I didn't want the assaults that I knew would come with her friendship.

"Chris!" I looked up and saw her walking to the gate. I felt a sense of relief. "Can we talk?" She asked. I knew I didn't have much time to talk, but I wanted to. I needed to hear her voice.

"Not long, okay?" I just needed to be home at a decent time so no one got suspicious of my absence. She opened the gate, and I passed through. I followed her to the treehouse. For some reason, coming here during the day felt different. It felt heavier. She climbed up without issues. I tried my best not to show the pain in my arm, but I still winced enough for her to notice.

"What happened to your arm?"

"We can talk, but not about that." I was stern. She had to know not to press the issue.

"Okay." Her voice was soft and a little broken. I looked around the treehouse. Nothing had changed.

"It looks the exact same," I told her.

"I haven't been in here in years." She was also looking around like it was brand new.

"Why?" I asked.

"You left, and it just reminded me of you too much." I felt my words lumping in my throat. I wanted to tell her everything. I needed her to know it wasn't my choice to leave her behind. I never would have. But I couldn't. If this was still the same kind-hearted, strong-willed Nessie, I knew she would try to help, and it would just make it worse. I avoided looking at her.

"I'm sorry," I muttered. I could feel her eyes on me, but I couldn't bring myself to look up at her.

"Are you guys brothers?" She asked again. I felt the lump in my throat dissipate into tears. I needed to leave.

"I have to get home." I lied. Nothing pleased me more than not being at home.

"Chris, you can tell me." She reached for me and grabbed my hand, which made my skin crawl. I lurched away from the unwanted contact. She looked hurt.

"I have to get home," I said, starting to climb down. She followed me, as I expected.

"Chris, what happened to you?" She pleaded for an answer I couldn't give her no matter how badly I wanted to. I kept walking. Eventually, I heard her footsteps stop following behind me. I didn't dare look back at her. I felt like I already knew what she looked like. I made it to our house. On the outside, it was well-kept and looked nice. You'd never guess the hell that happened inside of it.

"What took you so long to get home?" Mother was right by the door in seconds.

"I wal -" She smacked my face. I looked down at the floor.

"I didn't say you could talk." Her threat didn't make sense since she asked me a question. I nodded, still not looking up. Part of me didn't like looking at her face. She was my mother, but her disdain for my presence distorted how she looked at me. I wanted to envision a mother who loved and cared for me just like Matt and Nick. She smacked the side of my head again for nothing. "Matty wants to see you in his room." Her words made my blood cold. I felt a jolt of fear sting through my body. I lifted my head to look at her now. "Fucking go." She pushed me towards the hallway leading to their rooms and my old one. I sulked slowly, knowing nothing about this was going to end well. I stood outside his bedroom door shaking. My whole body already felt light, and my head was full of air, ready to pop. I knocked, knowing I had no choice but to.

"Get in here." Nothing about his tone was calm. I could tell he was already mad about something. I stepped into the room. "Shut the fucking door." He was standing in the middle of his room with his arms folded. I quietly shut the door. I noticed Nick's absence, which meant this would be very personal. "Drop your bag." I knew I had to do everything I was told to do because if I didn't, then I would just get punished by Mom. I dropped the bag on the floor with a thud. "Why were you talking to Si today?" I was going to die. My eyes widened, realizing he had seen her chasing me around at some point.

"She talked to me." I tried to explain.

"Why the fuck did you talk to Sienna?" Matt's voice boomed, and I whimpered at the sudden volume change. I knew it didn't matter what I said. He wouldn't care.

"I used to know her," I told the truth.

"Well, you don't fucking know her anymore." He walked up to me and slammed my back against his door. "Got it?" Before I could respond, he grabbed my uncut, shaggy hair and started slamming my hand back into the wooden frame. "I asked you a question." He hissed.

"Yes, Matt. I won't -" He threw me to the ground. I turned over to see him walking over to me. He reared his foot back and kicked me right in the stomach. I curled up. This was it. He kicked me again and again. I felt the sole of his shoes kissing my blood vessels until they popped, creating purple splotches.

"Sienna is fucking my girl." He was carelessly aiming his kick but ensured his white shoes made contact with my body. I started coughing and groaning from the fire rising inside me. "If I see you talk to her again -" He kicked my mouth. My head lurched back from the decisive blow. I felt warm liquid start oozing. "I will fucking kill you." He screamed. I'm sure everyone in the house heard him. I knew it would be the worst whenever Nick wasn't involved with Matt's special attention towards me. He kicked my face again, and I felt the blood splatter like a flicked paintbrush. He kept going, stomping on me every once in a while when he felt like really putting the pain on me. I was feeling sick to my stomach. I felt like I was going to throw up from the immense pain. "I better not see you talk to her ever again." Matt gave me one last kick to the face. He left his room to go somewhere. I lay on the floor with my tiny blood pool and splatters. His blood stained shoes left red foot prints leading out the door.

I wanted to cry, but no tears came out. I couldn't breathe, and for the first time since ever being treated this way, I wanted to die. I lay in his room, uncomfortable, fearing his return. The door opened, and I couldn't even move to look and see who it was. I was picked up and dragged down the hall with my feet sliding against the floor. I was tossed in the tub with all my clothes still on. The water was turned on, and I was left alone. I felt something bubbling inside me, and I let it out of my mouth. The bile burned coming up. There were red blood streaks mixed in. The water imediately started washing it away. As soon as I felt myself catching my breath, my eyes became too heavy to keep open.

A/N I promise everything happening is for a reason lmaooo

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[writingdevil]

Hii! Hewwo!!! Finally got the courage and an idea to get here haha. First of all I wanted to thank you for Tongues and Teeth. Like, really, big thanks. This fic got me through a pretty bad illness, and I found myself waiting for every new chapter. And, well, of course, it was an indirect reason for me even being here... I really enjoyed reacting on your fic in tags, and that, in fact, gave me the courage and impuls to post my own stuff. As for a prompt... Slay the Princess is happening at night, but rarely someone appreciated the stars. But they still were there. And in post-Tongues and Teeth they are there, too. I just thought it would be interesting to touch some voices' feelings and opinions when they are just stargazing. It could be about any voice really, or any group of voices, maybe you'll even explore them all - I would love to see it anyway :> Have a great day!!!

(Oh my God,you're so sweet!Thank you for liking my fic that much-I never expected people to actually be invested in my story.I'm really sorry that you were going through that illness,but I'm so touched that my story helped you get through it.I always love seeing your reaction to my fics-it's one of the things I look forward too!I love your idea and I hope you enjoy this,and that you have an amazing day!)

(This is post Tongues and Teeth)

It wasn't often that Contrarian liked to be still.He much preferred to be doing something that pissed one of the others-mainly Oppy-off.He liked keeping everyone on their toes,not knowing what he was about to do next-and no,he's definitely still not bitter from Oppy calling him predictable.Why would you think that?

But tonight,Contrarian was honestly happy to just relax with his flock,and stargaze with them all.

He couldn't remember who's idea it had been, probably one of the softer ones like Hero or Smitten,but eventually they all found themselves sitting out on the roofs of their bird houses at night, gazing up at the stars.

Contrarian never noticed how pretty the night sky was.Or did he ever even get the chance to,back in the Construct?Either way,it was nice to just chill out,take it easy,and look up at the stars-

"I don't see the appeal of this."

Well,not everyone felt the same way.

Contrarian chuckled,looking down at Cold,who was lying on his back and staring up at the sky in boredom.Cold hadn't seen the point in stargazing, but had still allowed Contrarian to drag him up here,and he had been silent ever since.

Contrarian had a feeling that Cold wouldn't particularly like this one activity,even if everyone had come out.He leaned back on his hands and asked,"No?You don't think the stars are interesting and cool to look at?"

"They're lights in the sky."

"Yeah,but do you think they're pretty?"Cold hummed in thought,before looking away as he replied,"You could certainly call them mesmerizing, if you were poetic enough."Contrarian snorted, knowing for a fact that Smitten has definitely described the stars as exactly that before.

"Mesmerizing doesn't equal interesting though," Cold quickly added,and Contrarian sighed,sitting up properly to tuck his knees under his chin."Yeah,I thought you'd say that,"he said,hoping to hide his disappointment in his voice.

He wasn't sure if Cold caught it or not,but he shrugged and looked back up at the sky."It was nice for a few minutes,but it doesn't make me feel much."

"Well not everything has to be about feeling something grand and overwhelming."He caught the flash of surprise on Cold's face,and then Contrarian's smile fell into a regretful frown.

This felt like a weird conversation to have,especially considering that himself and Cold were the known mischief makers of the flock.Contrarian just liked to do things that were fun,and his realm of fun had gotten a whole lot bigger now that they had their own bodies.

Cold was in that same boat,in which he could freely got out and find things to do that could potentially get rid of that numbness in his chest.The two of them spent most of their days discovering every fun thing that they couldn't before,not with that annoying Echo keeping them trapped.

He glanced back down at Cold,only to find him staring up at the sky with an empty look in his eyes. To anyone else,you would think that that was just Cold's natural expression,but Contrarian's been around him long enough to pick up the slight bitterness in his eyes,and he immediately felt bad.

He knew Cold had trouble with going about life without wanting something to make him feel something.He knew that in some ways-getting their own bodies had been harder to achieve that, because now Cold was responsible for everything that his body did.

What he chose to do,to hear,to experience,was all up to him,and sometimes his body and mind couldn't handle it.But the only reason it was difficult,was because the Decider wasn't here anymore.It was easier to want to feel something new,and block out anything that he deemed unimportant,when the situation involved whether to slay another person or not,and the horrifying consequences of it-all while hiding behind another greater being.

Contrarian sighed,then looked around at the other houses near them,and said,"I know this isn't your usual brand of fun and excitement."Cold just hummed in response,still not looking at him."But I think taking a moment to chill and relax is nice too."

"Easy for you to say,"Cold said,"you can be entertained by anything,and boredom can be easily fixed.You're not as...rigid as I am."Contrarian shrugged,looking back up at the stars."You never know until you try."

Cold huffed in quiet amusement,and Contrarian watched as his wings twitched and spread out and in-a surefire way to tell that Cold was getting restless,and was about to leave.

But Contrarian didn't want him to go.He wanted to be able to enjoy the loud and the quiet moments with Cold,without Cold feeling like it was pointless.

So he squinted up at the starry sky,until he grinned playfully,scooting closer and leaning down to whisper into Cold's ear.He pointed up at the sky and quietly said,"You know,if you squint,you can kinda see Skeptic's grumpy face in the sky."

Cold was confused for a few seconds,before he chuckled lightly,and Contrarian grinned in victory. Cold now had a soft smile on his face as he gazed up at the sky."You'll turn anything into a joke,won't you?"

Contrarian giggled,leaning away from the other bird now."Yeah,why not?Nothing's fun if everything's so serious all the time."

"But eventually even clowns get tired at telling jokes all the time."

Contrarian froze at Cold's empty words,before quickly turning to face him,and his heart twisted in guilt-something that didn't happen a lot,at the subtle sad look on Cold's face.

He thought Contrarian was getting bored of his own ways?He thought that stargazing meant that he was getting dull?

Contrarian would be offended if he didn't think this wasn't deeply hurting Cold,no matter how much the icy one would try to deny it.He thought that he was losing the one flockmate that could understand the way he thought and operated, leaving him an outcast in his own flock.

That wouldn't do.

Contrarian sighed loudly,then casually threw an arm over Cold's shoulders,which meant that his body was half bent down to even manage that,and even then,his arm was actually just circling the top of Cold's head.

He stayed in that position for a few minutes,until Cold eventually asked,"What are you doing?"

"I'm just-taking the moment in."

There was a small pause,before Cold then asked, "What do you mean?"

"Well,"Contrarian began,"it's such a nice night out, and it's rare that we're all doing something that isn't eating or having a meeting.I just wanted to take this moment in."

"Why would you bother with 'taking it in'?You could have moments like these all the time,and they'll just replace the last memory."

"Yeah,"Contrarian agreed,"but nothings gonna beat the first time you went stargazing with your whole flock." There was a fondness in Contrarian's voice that had Cold looking up at him curiously,but Contrarian took that moment to look up and around at the rest of his flock.

"There's just something-special,about moments like these,and it makes you want to stay there for as long as possible."

Contrarian's gaze went straight to Hero,who was giggling as he watched Hunted preen Stubborn's wings,and the preening appeared to be making Stubborn sleepy,to the point that he was struggling to keep his eyes open while laying on his chest. Hero smiled at them fondly,and started to pet the feathers on Stubborn's head.

Contrarian smiled at the sight,then his gaze drifted to the far left of them,where Smitten and Skeptic seemed to be utterly transfixed by the display of stars in the sky.Contrarian watched as Smitten excitedly pointed up at the sky,blurting out what was sure to be some sappy,poetic mess,looking over at Skeptic with pure glee in his eyes.

Skeptic actually looked quite calm and relaxed in this moment,matching Smitten's passion with a more calmer enthusiasm,gesturing up at the night sky and talking just as much as his counterpart was.

It was funny to imagine the conversation they must be having-a mix of lovey-dovey mush and innocent curiosity-but it also sounded very sweet.

"What's the point of dragging out something special?"Cold asked,"It's just going to make the moment boring more quickly."Contrarian made a noise of uncertainty."I don't think so.There's always something interesting to pick out."

He glanced over at their right,where Paranoid and Oppy were huddled close,talking quietly to themselves-probably the most unexpected and fascinating friendship to come out of this whole thing.

Paranoid-or Jitters,as Oppy loved to call him-was hugging himself for comfort,and had an anxious look in his eye as he spoke to Oppy,who was giving him his full attention,completely ignoring the illuminating sky above them.

Then Oppy smiled,in a way that Contrarian knew was hard for the other to easily do without fear,and softly draped his wing around Paranoid's shoulders, who's tense body instantly melted at the gesture, face wiped clean of stress,as he instead smiled and gave Oppy a grateful look.

Contrarian's attention was quickly snatched by the duo not too far away from them-Broken and Cheated.Broken had tucked his knees under his chin and looked to be in complete awe at the stars above him,and Contrarian wondered if he had found a new love to worship and submit to.

But then he saw the way that Cheated's attention was in no way on the stars-but instead on Broken. He was resting his arm on his knee,his cheek in his hand,and he had the most fond and lovestruck look that Contrarian has ever seen-that he truly believed that Cheated could give Smitten a run for his money.

He giggled and finally looked back down at Cold, who didn't seem so upset anymore,but instead was struggling to understand Contrarian's words."I don't get it,"he finally admitted,and Contrarian made a quick,sweeping gesture at their flock and said,"I'm just saying that-maybe this moment isn't for right now."

"What?"

Contrarian sat up properly again,and Cold was quick to copy him,determined to understand. Contrarian looked back up at the twinkling stars and said,"Maybe this moment is purely to look back on,to remember the soft times that made you happy.Maybe-maybe these are moments to make you feel warm in the future,whatever that may be."

Contrarian quickly glanced at Cold,suddenly feeling embarrassed at having talked so much without it sounding like a joke."I-I just like the thought of that as well.At being able to sit still,and still have good memories to look back on,with the rest of you weirdos."

He refused to look back at Cold,just waiting for the other to poke fun at or dismiss what he said.He couldn't decide what would be worse.

But then Cold hummed softly,scooting closer to nudge him with his wing."I suppose,"he quietly said, and Contrarian risked a quick look,"that you can sort of see Skeptic's grumpy face."

Contrarian froze,before he burst out laughing,and he even heard Cold's light laughter join in.

It ended being a perfect memory for Contrarian to cherish forever.

[boobear061]

Best Friends Husband Part 1

Summary: Y/n has sex with her best friends husband

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut

WC: 3,493

Warning: daddy kink, kissing, oral ( m&f receiving ), blow job, fingering, clit spanking, spanking, nipple play, hair pulling, choking, grinding, sex toy

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~ Jungkook's POV ~

I just arrived at home from work, the house is so quiet without my wife, she's at a business trip and won't be back in four days.

When I got to our room, I grabbed some clothes, walked to the bathroom, played some music and took a shower. Once I'm done, I put on my boxers, decided to send a photo to my wife, I grabbed my phone, stand in front of the mirror, took a picture of myself and sent it.

My eyes widened when I saw who I sent it to.. my wife's best friend Y/n.

" No, no, no. " I tried canceling it but it already sent.

" Fuck! "

I quickly sent her a messsge:

Me: Shit, that was an accident. I'm so sorry!

She left the message on read... I need a drink...

I ran my fingers through my hair, let out a sigh, walked out of the bathroom to the kitchen, poured myself some whiskey and drank it.

~ Y/n's POV ~

I am here in my room watching a movie, I heard my phone recieved a notification, I grabbed it from the nightstand, saw a message from my best friend's husband Jungkook, I opened the message and my eyes widened at what I saw.

There's a photo of him, shirtless with boxers on, it looked like he just took a shower due to water droplets on his chest and his hair is a little wet.

I blushed, felt myself got turned on, I gotta admit, he's attractive, I would be lying if I said that I don't fantasize about him..

A naughty thought came to mind, I set my phone down on the bed, got off, stripped myself leaving my red lace set, laid back down on the bed, grabbed my phone, took a picture of myself, made sure that my lace panties are in display before sending it to Jungkook.

~ Jungkook's POV ~

My phone received a notification, I grabbed it from the table, it's a message from Y/n, when I went to the messages my eyes widened at what I saw, Y/n with red lace set..

I gotta admit, she does look so sexy in that.. that body..

I gulped, drank my whiskey, almost choked when she sent me a video..

She exposed her boobs, cupped her right one, squeezed it, pulled on her nipple, bring her hand down to her clothed pussy and rubbed her clit.

Oh fuck..

Y/n moved her panties to aside, insert two fingers inside her pussy, began to finger fuck herself and what got me was her moaning my name..

I couldn't help myself but to cup my hardness with my hand, gave it a gentle squeeze, the video ended, and she sent me a message:

Y/n: Like what you see? 😉

I gulped, thought about what I would do to her when she's.. no.. stop.. she's your wife's best friend..

I left the message on read, locked my phone, set it on the table, got up and walked to the bathroom to rinse my face, I looked at myself in the mirror, my dick twitched, I gripped onto the counter and closed my eyes.

I can't get her out of my head..

I heard my phone recieved a notification, I dried my face, walked over to the dining table, grabbed my phone and saw that she sent me a video.

She licked the dildo, gave it a blowjob which made my dick twitched, she moved the dildo away from her mouth, slowly bring it down to her chest, put it in between her boobs, and gave the dildo a little titty fuck.

The video ended, it turned me on so much, she sent me another video, she is fucking herself with the dildo, I gulped, she moaned my name, I bring my hand down to my hard on, gave it a gentle squeeze and she sent me a message:

Y/n: Don't be shy baby. I don't bite. 😉

~ Y/n's POV ~

I waited for him to respond and he texted back:

Jungkook: Y/n?

Me: Yes?

Jungkook: Never mind..

Me: Jungkook?

Jungkook: Promise me one thing.. Don't tell Areum.

Me: I won't tell her if you don't. It can be our little secret.

Out of the sudden Jungkook facetimed me, my heart raced, I accepted the call, all I saw was the ceiling with galaxy LED lights going around the room.

Me: Jungkook?

He moved his phone, his face came to the screen, he's shirtless, he ran his fingers through his hair and said:

Jungkook: Finger yourself for me.

I flipped the camera, bring my hand down, insert two fingers inside my pussy, began to finger fuck myself, I let out a moan, the wetness of my pussy echoed the room, and I spread my legs wider.

Jungkook took a sip out of his whiskey, set the cup down on the nightstand, flipped the camera, lowered the phone so that I can see the outline of his dick through his Calvin Klein boxers, he cupped his hard on with his hand, and gave it a squeeze.

Jungkook: Look how hard you got me. * Moaned * Fuck, just by hearing how wet your pussy is making me want to fuck you..

He squeezed his hard on again, let out a low moan, flipped the camera, he looked at me and said:

Jungkook: Let me see your boobs baby.

I flipped the camera to selfie mode, showed him my boobs, he licked his bottom lip, played with his lip piercing, and said:

Jungkook: Good girl, now play with your boobs for me.

I pulled my fingers out of my pussy, cupped my boob, gave it a squeeze, he has lust in his eyes and said:

Jungkook: Look how hard those nipples are..

I blushed, looked the other way, he chuckled and said:

Jungkook: Don't tell me you're all shy now? You were sending me videos of you pleasuring yourself and moaning my name. Now, do me a favor?

Me: What is it?

Jungkook: Call me Daddy.

Me: Daddy?

He played with his lip piercing, nod his head and said:

Jungkook: Yes, call me Daddy.

Me: Daddy..

Jungkook: * Flipped the camera and cupped his hardness * Yes, say it again for me.

Me: Daddy.

Jungkook took his dick out of his boxers, wrapped his hand around, stroked himself slowly and said:

Jungkook: Get the dildo for me baby.

I grabbed the dildo, bring it to my lips, licked the shaft to the head, wrapped my lips around the head of the dildo and gave it a blow job, Jungkook stroked his dick faster, I moved the dildo away from my mouth, bring it down and move the dildo up and down my clit.

I insert the dildo inside my pussy, fucked myself with it, Jungkook stroked himself faster, he let out a moan and said " Yes, that's a good girl. Keep going. "

" Fuck, Daddy. " I moaned.

" Your moans are so fucking hot Y/n. "

I insert the dildo deeper, fucked myself faster, Jungkook moaned my name, I leaned my head back, the wetness of my pussy echoed the room and he said " Fuck.. "

A few minutes later, we both cummed and he said:

Jungkook: Let me see your face.

I flipped the camera, we looked at each other and he said:

Jungkook: Lick that dildo clean for me baby.

I took the dildo out of my pussy, bring it to my mouth, licked the shaft to the head, sucked on it, he bite his bottom lip and he said:

Jungkook: I'm on my way.

I moved the dildo away from my mouth, before I can say anything he hanged up.

He's coming... here?..

I got out of bed, walked to the bathroom to clean myself a bit, put on a red silk robe, fixed my hair, and walked over to the kitchen to get myself some water.

I walked back to my room, sat down on the bed, drank my water and wait for him to come.

**

I heard a motorcycle pulled up in the drive way, I got off the bed, walked over to the front door, looked through the window, saw Jungkook took off his helmet, put it on the handle, and ran his fingers through his hair.

I gulped, he got off the motorcycle, fixed his leather jacket, walked over to the front door and rang the doorbell, I gulped again, backed away from the window, stand in front of the front door and opened it.

Jungkook looked at me up and down, his eyes locked with mine and said " Hey. "

I smiled and said " Hi, come in. "

I moved to the side, he walked inside the house, I closed the door behind him, with a blink of an eye, he pinned me against the wall, wrapped his hand around my neck and whispered in my ear " You better not touched yourself while I was on my way here. You didn't, right? "

" No. "

He moved away, looked into my eyes, leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he unwrapped his hand away from my neck, cupped my boobs with his hands and gave them a squeeze, I moaned against the kiss, he undo my robe and pulled on my nipples.

I moaned against the kiss again, he pulled away, leave wet kisses up and down my neck, pulled on my nipples again, he kissed his way down to my chest, licked and sucked on my left nipple, pulled away, looked at me, leaned in and kissed my lips.

I kissed him back, deepened the kiss, bring my hands to his chest, our tongues fought for dominance, I pulled away from the kiss, grabbed his hand and said " Let's go to my room. "

He nod his head, I walked to my room with him behind me, when we got to my room, he stand in front of me, cupped my face with his hands, leaned in and kissed my lips.

I kissed him back, he lift me up, I wrapped my legs around his torso, wrapped my arms around his neck, he walked over to my bed, gently laid me down, hovered me, I bring my hands to his back, he pulled away from the kiss, leave wet kisses up and down my neck.

He cupped my boobs with his hands, squeezed them, leave wet kisses down to my chest, licked and sucked on my left nipple, I bring my hand to the back of his head, his mouth left my boob with a pop and did the same attention to my right nipple.

He bring his hand down to my stomach to in between my legs, he rubbed my clit, I let out a low moan, gently pulled on his hair and said " Oh fuck, Daddy. That feels so good. "

Jungkook’s mouth left my boob with a pop, kissed his way down to my stomach and got in between my legs, kissed my inner thighs without losing eye contact, moved his thumb away from my clit, spit on it, licked and sucked on my clit.

I moaned his name, he bring two fingers to my mouth, I licked and sucked on them, our eyes didn't leave each other, he moved his fingers away from my mouth, slowly insert them inside my pussy and began to finger fuck me.

" Oh fuck, Daddy. " I moaned.

Jungkook moved his head side to side, opened his mouth, flicked his tongue on my clit, I pulled on his hair again, he sucked on my clit, fingered my pussy deeper and faster, I cupped my boobs with my hands and squeezed them. 

I leaned my head back, moaned out his name, he insert more of his fingers in my pussy, let out a moan against my clit, I grind against his fingers, the wetness of my pussy echoed the room, he grabbed my legs, wrapped them around his shoulders and fingered me faster.

" Oh fuck! Yes, keep going Daddy. That feels so fucking good. " I moaned out loud.

A few minutes later, I cummed against his fingers, he unwrapped my legs away from his shoulders, moved his mouth away from my clit, kissed my left inner thigh while taking his fingers away from my pussy, he moved his lips away, hovered me and said " Taste yourself for me baby. "

He bring his fingers to my mouth, I licked and sucked on them, he played with his lip piercing, nod his head and said " That's a good girl. Taste yourself for Daddy. "

I let out a moan against his fingers, he moved them away from my mouth, leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, our tongues fought for dominance, I bring my hand down to his stomach, he pulled away, looked at me and got off the bed.

Jungkook took off his hoodie, threw it across the room, I blushed when I saw his abs, he smirked at me and said " Like what you see? "

I looked down, he took off his pants, palmed his hard on, and said to me " Lay down on your back with the back of your head facing me. "

I did what he said, he took his dick out, stroked himself a little and said " Open your mouth. "

I opened my mouth, he insert his dick in my mouth, thrust his hips,   I choked on his dick, he let out a moan, wrapped his hand around my neck with his left hand and with his right hand he squeezed my boob.

" Oh fuck. " He moaned.

Jungkook pulled on my nipple which made me moan against his dick, he choked me a little and said " Finger yourself for me. "

I bring my hand down, insert two fingers inside my pussy and began to finger myself, Jungkook fucked my throat faster, moaned my name and he said " Yes, take all of it baby. * Moaned * You like that, huh? The feeling of my dick down your throat? "

I moaned against his dick, fingered myself faster, he rubbed my clit and said " Your mouth feels so fucking good. "

A few minutes later, we both cummed, he pulled out of my mouth, I swallowed his cum, pulled my fingers out of my pussy, sat up, he grabbed my wrist, bring my fingers to his mouth, he licked and sucked on them, I looked at him, and our eyes locked.

Jungkook moved my fingers away from his mouth, leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he deepened the kiss, our tongues fought for dominance, hovered me, pulled away from the kiss and leave wet kisses on my neck to my chest.

He licked and sucked on my nipples, I ran my fingers through his hair, he moved away, looked at me and said " Are you on the- "

I nod my head and said " Yes, I'm on the pill. "

Jungkook nod his head, leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he cupped my boobs with his hands, squeezed them and pulled on my nipples, he pulled away from the kiss, rubbed my clit, slowly insert his dick in my pussy and thrust his hips.

Jungkook ran his tongue against his lip piercing, bite his bottom lip, rest his hands on my hips, my boobs bounced up and down with every thrust he made, our skins slapped against each other echoing the room, and he said " Fuck, you're so tight. "

" Daddy. " I moaned.

" Yes, baby. Moan my name for me. " He gently slapped my clit which made me jump a little.

" Fuck, Daddy! "

He slapped my clit again, wrapped his hand around my neck, choked me, the headboard banged on the wall, the room echoed with our moans, he lightly slapped my face and said " You naughty little slut, fucking your best friend's husband. * Moaned * Having your best friends husband's dick deep inside your pussy. "

He fucked me deeper, I let out a loud moan, he gently slapped my face again, choked me a little harder, I spread my legs wider, arched my back, and he said " If you can't breathe, just tap my hand, okay? "

" Yes, Daddy. "

I bring my hand down, rubbed my clit, he leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, we both moaned against the kiss, he unwrapped his hand away from my throat, I wrapped my legs around his torso and he fucked me harder.

He pulled away from the kiss, looked at me and said " Fuck, Y/n. "

" Daddy, oh fuck! " I moaned out loud.

" Yes, baby. Fuck.. keep moaning my name. "

I bring my hands to his back, moved them up and down, he kissed my neck, sucked on the skin leaving a hickey, I moaned, he moved away from my neck, looked at me with lust in his eyes, he lightly slapped my face.

**

We both cummed, he pulled out, rubbed my clit, gave it a little spank and said " Go on all fours for me. "

I go on all fours, he squeezed my ass, gave it a spank hard, I let out a squeal, he rubbed it, insert his dick in my pussy from behind me, thrust his hips, I fist the bed sheets, he grabbed a fist fold of my hair, pulled on it, I closed my eyes and moaned.

His phone rang, he let out a sigh and said " That's Areum. Hold on. "

He let go of my hair, pulled out his dick, got off the bed to get his phone and heard him said " Hey Jagiya. "

Jungkook got on the bed, squeezed my ass and whispered in my ear " Do me a favor baby, don't make a sound. We don't want my wife to hear you, now do we? "

I shook my head, he kissed my cheek, set his phone on the bed, he has it on speaker but on mute, he insert his dick inside my pussy from behind, thrust his hips, and whispered to me " Hold them in for me okay? You can be as loud as you want when the call ends okay? "

" Okay, Daddy. " I whispered back.

Jungkook unmute the call, talking calmly to his wife as he's fucking me, I hold in my moans, he wrapped his hand around my neck, choked me, fucked me deeper, I grabbed my pillow and bury my face.

**

" Alright Jagiya. I love you too. Bye. "

The call ended, we both moaned each other's names, he fucked me rougher, our skins slapped faster echoing the room, he spanked my ass, wrapped his hand around my neck and choked me.

He whispered sweet nothings in my ear, sucked on my earlobe, kissed my cheek, I looked at him, he kissed my lips, I kissed him back, we both moaned against the kiss, he pulled away, leaned back, and spanked my ass.

**

We both cummed, he pulled out of me, I straddled his lap, cupped his face with my hands, leaned in, kissed his lips, he kissed me back, he deepened the kiss, I bring my hands to his chest, insert his dick in my pussy, rode him up and down.

I pulled away from the kiss, he leaned his head back, let out a moan and said " Oh fuck! "

I grind my hips, he cupped my boobs with his hands, squeezed and pulled on my nipples, he licked and sucked on them, bring his hands down to my ass and spanked it. I let out a moan, he moved his mouth away from my boob, I rode him faster, and leave wet kisses up and down his neck.

" Fuck, keep going baby. You're doing so good. " Jungkook moaned.

I moved my mouth away from his neck, we looked at each other, my boobs bounced with every move I made, I leaned back a bit, he bring his hand down and rubbed my clit.

" Oh fuck, Daddy! " I moaned out loud.

" Fuck, Y/n." Jungkook moaned.

A few minutes later, we both cummed, I got off him, laid next to him, he cupped my face, leaned in and kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he pulled away, looked at me and said " That was so good. "

I nod my head and said " Yeah, it was. "

We got off the bed, took a shower, walked out of the bathroom, I looked at him and said " You can spend the night? It's really late. "

He nod his head and said " Alright. "

" I think I have some of my ex boyfriends clothes, follow me. "

We walked to my closet, we changed, walked to my bed, changed the bed sheets, he laid down on my bed, I looked at him and said " You're sleeping in my bed? "

He nod his head and said " Yeah, your bed is comfy. * Pat next to him * Come to bed. "

I laid down next to him, we talked for a bit and fell asleep.

I just had sex with my best friend's husband..

[ceescedasticity]

Needful Things

Things Irissë needed to say to Kalmornel:

I love you. I missed you.

I'm sorry I couldn't save you. I'm sorry you had to save me. I'm sorry I couldn't be there when you needed me. I'm sorry I couldn't teach you what you needed to know. I'm sorry you had to be strong when you should have been taken care of. I'm sorry for the times I thought Lómion needed me more. I'm sorry my place of safety was somewhere you wouldn't feel safe. I'm sorry for everything.

It brings me more joy than I could have imagined that you were able to grow up happy and free and find yourself, and I'm so sorry I couldn't help you do that. Thank you for coming to find me.

I don't know how you feel about Lómion now and I will not argue against anything you feel. It has no bearing on how I feel about you.

Things Kalmornel needed to say to Irissë:

I love you. I missed you.

I have always been afraid you only loved us because you were forced to. Less so now — I don't think Eöl would have felt that necessary, and I understand the mysteries well enough to be certain I didn't do anything of the kind, unintentionally. But sometimes in Nan Elmoth I was sure it couldn't be real. I wouldn't have blamed you if it wasn't.

I'm proud of "Galvornil". It means I impressed someone not easy to impress, and galvorn itself is impressive stuff. Maybe he invented me but I made myself my own. I don't mind when you call me Quildallë, it's your name for me, but when other people do I feel like they're treating me only as your daughter and ignoring me. If people don't like Galvornil, then Kalmornel — I'm used to that now anyway. Calamornillë would be all right. Not Dínril or Kwilzê.

I never blamed you for not being able to get away. Sometimes I was upset that you weren't paying enough attention to me, but I knew from pretty early on that wasn't something you controlled. Sometimes I was angry that you were paying attention to Maeglin and not me, but I don't think that could have been avoided.

What you did that hurt me that you didn't have to do was not trust me. I understand why — you didn't know where the enchantments came from, for all you knew they were of the Enemy somehow, and you were very badly hurt. But I wanted you to trust that I would never be like Eöl and I could tell that deep down you were afraid.

Maeglin was my closest ally and my bitterest rival, my dumb little brother and my only peer in Nan Elmoth. It took me centuries to understand nothing I learned of marriage there was true anywhere else and I was always a better listener than Maeglin. He thought false and coerced love was better than no love at all — I was there when he decided that, we were still too short for ponies, and I'm the one who was worrying those were our choices. It doesn't surprise me he got twisted up. He's still my brother and I want him back.

Absence of Evidence: Silence

(In which Gondolin never hears about Galvornil Quildallë)

Aredhel had probably been about to tell her brother about Galvornil when Eöl arrived and ruined everything.

Afterwards, Maeglin just… didn't.

He never tried to figure out exactly why.

It might have been: He couldn't bear to speak of Nan Elmoth.

It might have been: Maeglin and Galvornil competed for Aredhel's time and attention, competed for Eöl's time and attention, competed for Eöl's approval. Whenever Galvornil outdid him in anything, Eöl made sure to rub it in. And with Galvornil //absent\\ he could never outdo her. She could never screw up.

It might have been: Everyone in Gondolin was horrified by everything they heard of Eöl's enchantments. There was much talk of the inherent evil of darkness. Galvornil learned Eöl's enchantments, took pride in her skill. Would they see her as another horrible Dark Elf?

He thought about bringing her up, but decided too much time had passed and it would be strange, when:

Idril called him brother. He wanted to say that he knew she was not his sister because he had a sister. Being siblings was rivalry and resentment and occasional sabotage, and it was silent conspiracy to shield their mother or sometimes even each other, and it was leaning on each other when Eöl's thought lay heavy on Nan Elmoth like dark cold water up to the eyebrows. Maeglin's real sister feared Eöl and loved him and hated him and still //treasured\\ earning a name from him. Being siblings was bone-deep understanding. Idril was certainly not his sister.

He wished she had come to Gondolin when:

Idril confused him. He had thought he understood her rejection at first; Galvornil had always said she would sooner die than marry, so it was no surprise another strong and wise woman might feel the same. But then she married the mortal. Maeglin thought Galvornil might have understood. Might have been able to explain it.

(Galvornil would not have understood — but would have confidently explained that it made perfect sense: marrying a mortal was safe because he was so much weaker his will could be easily thrown off.)

Towards the end, he wondered if Galvornil would have seen what he was hiding. If she could have given warning when he was too afraid to speak.

[abunnsburrow]

Jay from Ninjago has an eyebrow notch. He doesn't not have an eyebrow notch and has always had an eyebrow notch. Nothing against normal eyebrows, but he has had an eyebrow notch for 6+ years. We all grew up with Jay with an eyebrow notch and why would we let them change his character for absolutely zero reason? The new writer should just create a new character without an eyebrow notch, not rewrite one of the best Lego characters in history. Sign this petition if you agree Jay should keep his eyebrow notch. Once we reach a good amount of people who have signed, I will stop using this copypasta I'm sorry I just couldn't resist doing it again

[martianbugsbunny]

Midwife? Nah babe he's a perfect 10

[manasurge]

GW2 VS Art Party (oct), of Laerling for @sylvaridreams!! Damaaaa, I loved your pretty icey sylvari!!! They're so cool!!! (metaphorically and physically). Sorry I got a bit carried away and took some artistic liberties~ I gave them icicles and their encased root hair crown into ice as well (based on a really pretty weather phenomenon I've seen irl).

[sisterdivinium]

(One thing I find peculiar and unfortunate in current fandom business is the seeming lack of pointed discussion, so here is a humble attempt to spark a conversation and I more than welcome commentary.)

I came across someone in the notes to a post somewhere talking of how Jillian had been better styled in season two than in season one and I agreed, already seeking the justification for it in my mind. My observations are as follows:

S1 Jillian is Arq-Tech's mastermind and public face. Even though we first meet her in Morocco, in her explorer, Indiana Jones-like garb, it's the image of her running her company that sticks with us, her statements to the press, her corporate persona opening metaphorical fire upon the Church. A "powerful woman" as mainstream media constructs for us everyday, in subtle but visible makeup so as to diminish the effects of age on her face, in heels so as to peek at the rest of humanity from above, with controlled gestures meant for the inherent theatricality that comes with introducing life-changing technology to society. It is a role she plays—well, but a role nonetheless.

The scene she shares with father Vincent is worthy of mention, for while he sits without taking up much space, his body restrained to the side of a couch, his legs crossed in what is deemed a more "feminine" posture, Jillian takes up the traditional "masculine" attitude: she commands the room, her body expanding upon her seat, in the broad pose where an ankle rests upon a knee, complete with a generous glass of alcohol in hand and talon on foot. Yet this is also for show­—it's a little too calculated, a dance that was so perfected in exhaustive practice that it lost its dynamic.

Our glimpses into the more authentic Jillian come in the scenes with Michael—not only because (coded in white and blue as the Virgin Mary of immaculate conception) she plays the part of mother, but because, in her intimacy, far from journalists and employees and the public's prying eyes, she can be more herself within the areas where she conducts her studies. Starting from when Ava asks Jillian to "science her", we never see the doctor in uncomfortable shoes again, as she retreats from entrepreneurial life and into the lab.

This is clearer in season two, for, as Kristian says, she is on sabbatical, thus isolated from general view; S2 Jillian has nobody around her, nobody to impress. Locked away in her Spanish villa, consumed by her son's disappearance, she need not wear a mask. There are no more tellingly feminine accessories, no staged stunts; her clothes and footwear are even more practical, her movements less grand but more human, more expressive (here, of course, we owe it to Thekla Reuten's underrated range). Even as the OCS invites itself into her house, making it a makeshift HQ, she doesn't fall back on the act we saw in the first season.

Jillian's stepping back from the head of her company is not just in name and contract, but in body, too; she leaves the CEO role in her office and comes home to her science and her cause, to her limited inner circle of which only Michael was privy to and into which the OCS nuns end up finding their way.

Colours also indicate a shift—we begin the series seeing her associated with light hues such as white, beige and baby blues, but when season two comes in, Jillian's striking all-white attire is nowhere to be found. The Holy Mother parallel is in shambles after Michael has gone through the ark's portal, the intangibility of this "saintly", aseptic rich genius broken down, her person brought back to Earth after flights of fancy trying to open a gate to Heaven.

We see her in a darker palette, in greys with dashes of white, yes, but never again in full white. It is not just the authorisation to be herself rather than her company's face while in her private world, but also the reflection of her inner darkness and her loss upon her very appearance.

What a more definite loss could mean, now that her son is gone for good, remains a mystery.

For instance, unlike the nun who served as her superior, our Suzanne rejects the characteristic blues of the Order of the Cruciform Sword to don a heavy all-black outfit, more reminiscent of Orthodox priests than it is Roman Catholic nuns; her resurrection through Ava does not lighten her habit, if it does lighten her burden, so we can only assume, going forward, should there be any relation between how each character expresses their inner workings through clothing, that Jillian Salvius would keep the mixture of white and grey that season two brought along... Or go darker still.

[soraritsuka]

Tidus: "How many died today? People die, and Kobeni dances."

[sherlock-is-ace]

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[the-hanged-mans-ghost]

vent-ish rambling in the notes ig bc I can't think and my brain is fuzzy but I have Thoughts

[finalgirlgretchen]

this doesn't. feel the same as the other rough periods i've gone through before.

[blizzardfluffykpop]

my brain just finally registered that it's early summer - and being a creature of habit, decided to get a few specific songs stuck in my head

(this time of year is always my favorite when it comes to releases for K-pop because the brighter happy vibe is the thing that I lean towards the most when it comes to the genre lol)

All of that being said, I currently have Touch My Body by Sistar, Red Flavor by Red Velvet, and Dance The Night Away by Twice, all stuck in my head right now 💞

Do you have any songs that are your favorite for summertime? And do you have any songs currently stuck in your head right now?

I hope that you have a great day and pretty please take care

It is early summer~ I tend to get specific songs stuck in my head during this time too! I'm a creature of habit too~ (I love this time of year for that! They always become brighter and happier this time of year and it's so refreshing! I hope there will be lots of cbs to enjoy with that exact vibe 🥰💖) [Below is me endlessly rambling on about all my favorite summer songs... I could go on... summer songs are elite esp in kpop]

I love those songs! They're so perfectly summer in my heart! A summer playlist wouldn't be complete without them! To start simply before diving fully in: Candy Sugar Pop by Astro is just an essential to me!

Here's a deeper dive :) of my favorites for summertime:

I've been innnnnnn loveeee with Let It Be Summer by Young K- it really makes me excited for summer as a whole right now! Newton, Tropical Night, and Livin' It Up by Monsta X, Naughty Boy and Shine by Pentagon (side note: ptg has soooo many summer bangers), Lip Gloss, and Passion Fruit by The Boyz (honestly this whole album: Christmas In August) as well as their recent title track Nectar. Even before I was into tbz I'd always listen to D.D.D and Thrill Ride- they're just so good for summer! Die For Love by B.I, Love Scenario by iKon, and ofc Really Really by Winner and Drawing The Line by Royal Pirates. But since Oh My! by Seventeen came out on my birthday when I turned 17- I must include it- Svt truly has many good summer songs esp off you make my day! I always listen to that cd in the summer~

Now I know it's supposed to be kpop songs I'm supposed to talk about it- but it wouldn't be summer for me without the beach boys! If Surfin' Safari, Little Deuce Coupe, and Fun, Fun, Fun are just my essential getting into the mood of summer songs- I grew up listening to them and even went to see & meet them as a kiddo- they're forever my summer sounds. But continuing on that train of thought: Hot Tonight by Tokyo Police Club, Let's Live for Today by The Grass Roots, Summer in the City by The Lovin' Spoonful! (Who i'm gonna see later this year~)! Would also be my nonkpop essential summer songs!

(I realize I could go on... I love summer kpop songs and summer songs in general sm... truly such bangers come out during the summer) I'll just make a playlist about this because I realized I only have two and they aren't happy summer pop- *they're titled* 'Beach Sadness' & 'They Won't Turn On The AC' and neither have a kpop song in sight 😔 I will be changing that- And I mean I have a sleeeewwwwww of songs I didn't mention :)

ANYWAYS: I made one~ Soda Summer Pop : of just my personal summer kpop hits :)

[Honorary mention to the cd that ended up getting messed up in the cd jack because it was so hot in the car three summers ago: Your Choice by Svt- you'll always have a special place in my heart for summertime tunes *I was thankful my friend bought me another for my birthday that year 😂🤭*]

[ms-demeanor]

Sometimes college professors like to hop on my posts lamenting the sorry state of syllabi these days and joke about how they haven't thought that far ahead in the course themselves, or talk about how they struggle to complete a schedule for their students.

With all due respect, that's your job. If you can't do your job, you should have a different job. If you need help, ask your colleagues or your department chair or *someone* because I know that professors aren't given a hell of a lot of education on how to educate, so you probably *need* help.

But every single time I make one of those posts I get anywhere from ten to thirty messages, replies, reblogs, and asks say "oh man, that's exactly why I had to drop out of school; I couldn't keep up with the assignments because I didn't know when they were due until the week they were due."

I have been a college student in three separate decades, and "not having a schedule of assignments in the syllabus" is new to my experience. That shit didn't fly in the 2000s or 2010s and I think it likely has to do with professors being overly reliant on apps.

AT A MINIMUM your syllabus should have:

Contact information (including preferred method of contact) for the professor

Office Hours

Grading Policy

Assignment schedule.

Your assignment schedule doesn't necessarily need to have the exact page numbers of every reading or a full assignment sheet for each project, but it should have things like:

December 1st - Major Project 3 second draft due December 9th - Quiz 10 December 12th - Major Project 3 final draft due December 15th - Final Exam

If you end up presenting a more thorough schedule with readings and homework later, that is acceptable to present a week or two into the semester but it is absolutely insane to me that students these days don't know what homework they're going to have to get done over Thanksgiving break during the first couple weeks of class.

If I had three professors at once who didn't give me a schedule, how on earth would I know if I was going to have to read three chapters of a novel, take a midterm and turn in two stats homework assignments, and complete a history research paper the same week that I'm planning to travel to see family? If I'm aware of this from the beginning of the semester I can make sure not to pick up extra shifts, or I can plan to leave a day later to accommodate the midterm, or I can start working on the paper early to complete it before the due date but if I don't know what's going to be due when, I'm going to have a big problem.

If you don't give your students a schedule you are communicating that you don't care about their schedule, and that you think it's their responsibility to contort their life (and their job, and their other classes) around your class, and honestly my advice to students in that situation is "drop in the first week and pick up another class". That's actually part of why I recommend signing up for one more class than you can really manage - if you get a professor whose class looks like it's going to be a disaster because they don't have a schedule, you can bail before the withdrawal period and get a refund for the class.

I'm only in one class this semester but the professor's response has fully dropped me into "Fuck it, I guess I'll fail" mode and I don't even know if I can pull myself out of my current D grade because I don't know how many assignments we have left in the semester.

This is a shitty way to run a class. If you can't do better than this, you shouldn't be running a class.