#IF I DID IT MYSELF IT WOULD ALREADY BE DONE

[ollieofthebeholder]

I just got back from a solo trip. My first. Ever. I'm thirty-five years old and I have severe anxiety. One of my biggest triggers is crowds.

And I had the best trip I have ever had in my life.

I set the itinerary. Me. All by myself. 100%. I decided where to go, and I went there. I decided what I wanted to do, and I did it. I decided I didn't want to do it anymore, and I stopped.

I went to the Art Institute of Chicago. I got to decide where I started, and what direction I went in. I got to spend as long as I liked in front of the paintings and sculptures I wanted to study, and I got to walk past the ones I didn't want to look at. I didn't have anyone dragging me back to look at a painting I'd already decided didn't hold my interest, or dragging me past a painting I was trying to really study because they saw something they'd deemed cooler up ahead. I didn't have to skip the exhibits that would have bored someone else, even though I really wanted to see them. And when the crowds got too bad and my anxiety started spiking too much and I realized I wasn't going to enjoy the miniatures exhibit with all these people shoving me in all directions, I left, and nobody stopped me. And I didn't have to find somewhere to sit while I waited for someone else, or drag anyone away from something they'd been looking forward to. I could just go, and not feel like I was ruining someone else's trip, because I had nothing to do with anyone else's trip. It was just me and my visit, and I was done, so I could leave.

I walked around Chicago, and I walked around New Orleans (not a lot, comparatively; I didn't wander, it was a straight shot in both cases from where I started to where I was heading), and I got to do it at my own pace without anyone complaining I was walking too fast or too slow - or too far. I got to pick the restaurant I ate at, and not dither with someone about whether it would have something they would like to eat or whether they'd enjoy the atmosphere or why I was so stubbornly refusing to go to the restaurant they'd already decided they couldn't miss. I got to sit in the seat I wanted and write or play games or read or knit without someone interrupting me every ten minutes to ask me a question or point something out or show me something on their phone. I got to relax on the train and enjoy the scenery without having to have a conversation if I didn't want to.

Did I want to share things? Sure. And I had my phone with me, so I did. I texted my mom a running commentary ("We're pulling into Richmond!" "About to get off in DC!" "I just saw a whole field full of deer!" "Why are there so many Mennonites going to Chicago?") pretty much the whole time I was gone, but again, it was on MY terms, and I could do it quietly without bothering the people around me or breaking my flow.

It was great. I had the best time. I'm already planning another solo trip this summer.

Let me tell you, I've taken lots of vacations by myself, and I've also taken lots of vacations with other people, and by far vacationing solo is the easiest, most stress-free vacation you can imagine. There's some kind of societal stigma against this. Ignore this. Vacationing by yourself is amazing. There is zero negotiation or compromise. You do exactly what you want to do when you want to do it. You eat whatever you want to eat, whenever you want to eat it. You pursue whatever tourist attraction you want, or none at all. It is the purest release from all obligations and responsibilities. You don't need to worry about whether anyone else is walking faster than you or slower than you and you've lost them in a crowd, did they want to do something different, have you railroaded them into doing what you want to do?

And it's easier to buy solo tickets to things. It's easier to squeeze into crowded bars. Everything about it is just so incredibly relaxing. Don't let society talk you out of it. It's obviously good to socialize and have friends and family who you want to hang out with and see, etc., etc., and it's okay if traveling solo just doesn't appeal to you at all. I'm just saying, I was just on vacation with people, and I had a great time, but we were out to dinner at the hotel restaurant and at the table next to us was a woman by herself having a glass of wine and eating spinach and artichoke dip for dinner while she read a novel and I was just like, honestly, I know that kind of dinner and it's so great lol. If you've ever wondered what it's like to travel solo, it's like that: dip for dinner and a glass of wine and a book lol

[alotofpockets]

Push me all you want | Leah Williamson x Arsenal!Reader

5k celebration prompt: “You can push me away all you want, but I’m not going anywhere.”

Woso masterlist | Words: 1.5k

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It all happened so fast. One moment you were playing Manchester United, and the next moment the game was no longer on your mind. All that was on your mind was your girlfriend as she went down. The way she hit her hand on the ground told you enough. Leah was in pain, so you rushed over to be by her side.

Katie Zelem was the first one by her side and was already trying to comfort Leah. When you got to her side you could see the tears in her eyes. Your heart broke for her instantly. Leah was a tough one, so her crying couldn’t mean anything good.

“I’m fine.” She said when you crouched down next to her. You knew she was lying, but you weren’t going to argue with her right now. She was still down and looked in pain. All you could do was stay by her side and offer her comfort. 

The medics rushed around her to assess her. You stepped to the side, now standing with Lia, as well as Katie and Ella from the opposition. Each of you watched every moment that the medics made, keeping your eyes on Leah and what was going on. 

Your heart sank when they gave the bench the signal to substitute Leah out. The game had barely begun, and you hated the thought of your girlfriend missing the rest of it. 

When the medics started packing up their equipment, you stepped towards Leah again. Wanting to offer your help in helping her up. She let you along with one of the medics pull her up to her feet, but when you wanted to walk her to the sideline, she pushed you off. “I don’t need your help. Just finish the match.” Her tone was harsher than you had ever heard her talk to you.

You know she didn’t mean to be rude to you and was just hurting, so you let it be and stepped back towards Lia. “You alright?” She asks you as she witnessed her best friend push you away. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just Leah being stubborn, as always.”

The match continued when Leah was off the pitch. You hated not being able to check on her, but you knew that she was in good hands, and that she would want you to finish the match. Sadly after United scored, you weren’t able to score, so they got away with the win.

When the final whistle blew, you walked straight into the tunnel to go look for Leah. She might not want you there, but you still wanted to be there for her, as well as know if she was alright.

You found her in one of the physio rooms, quickly wiping away her tears. “They think it’s my ACL.” Your heart sank again, that was not an injury that would be easy. Besides surgery it was a long recovery. Both of you knew from Beth and Viv how grueling it could be, and even they hadn’t reached the end of it yet.

“You’re the strongest person I know. You’ll get through this and come back stronger, I know it.” You carefully sat next to her on the bed. This time Leah didn’t push you away, instead she leaned into your side and let her tears flow freely.

The next couple of days were tough. Leah had her scans at the hospital, and they had confirmed the suspected torn ACL. She had really hoped that it would have been something else, because this injury meant that she was for sure missing the World Cup.

The news hit Leah hard, and she started closing herself off. You tried your hardest to be there for her, but she wasn’t having it. 

You had just arrived at her place with a couple bags of groceries. She opened the door and looked between you and the bags. “Brought you some groceries.” You said with a smile.

She didn’t return your smile, but she did step to the side to let you in. “You shouldn’t have done that. I can take care of myself.” You shrugged as you walked to her kitchen and put the bags down on the counter. 

“I know, but I wanted to. The store is on the way over anyways.” Leah followed you into the kitchen, moving at a slower pace with her crutches. 

You started putting groceries away, moving around the kitchen effortlessly. “I can take care of myself. I don’t need you to treat me like I can’t handle things.” 

Leah grabbed something out of the grocery bag, showing that she could handle putting away groceries on her own. She moved a lot slower, but she got the product in the cabin. “I was just trying to help out, do something nice. Doesn’t mean I think you can’t handle it on your own.”

“Well, I can do it on my own.” She said as she grabbed the carton of eggs next. Only that didn’t go as smoothly. The carton slipped from her hands and fell to the ground. The eggs break and coat the surrounding floor in yolk.

Leah looked down at the floor, and you could see on her face that she was losing her patience. “Leah, just let me put everything away, please.”

Her face snapped back up to yours. “No. I told you. I do not need your help.” Taken back by her angry voice, you take a step back. “Okay, fine. Just let me clean that up for you.”

“Get out.” Leah yelled. She couldn’t bend her leg, so you knew she wouldn’t be able to clean up the mess that the eggs made. “Leah, come on.” You tried, but it only made her angrier. “Now! Get out now.”

Every ounce of your body told you that it wasn’t a good idea to leave, that Leah needed someone around. But she voiced that she didn’t want you there, so you grabbed your keys off the counter. “Okay, fine.” You said in defeat and left her apartment. 

Later that evening you heard your phone ring. Lia was video calling you.

“Hey, I just left Leah’s.” She said as you picked up. “How is she?” 

“A mess, but I think you knew that already.” She chuckled. “I found her in the kitchen crying over broken eggs and when I asked her what happened, she said she yelled at you.” 

You nod, “Yeah, she kicked me out.”

“I’m sorry, that’s rough. If it makes you feel any better, she spent about an hour crying to me over hurting you.” She says with a sympathetic look on her face.

“It’s alright. I know she’s hurting and she didn’t mean to be.” It might have hurt a bit in the moment, but you knew in the back of your mind that Leah loved you and that it was just the frustrations that came with the injury.

Lia was glad to hear that you were alright. “So, are you still driving her to the hospital tomorrow? Because I can do it if you don’t want to.”

You’re quick to shake your head. “No, I still want to. Thank you though.” 

You stayed on the phone together until Lia made it home, and then you went to bed. 

Lia had told you that she told Leah that she could pick her up for the appointment if she needed. So when Leah’s doorbell rang the next morning, she expected her best friend to be there. But instead it was you standing in front of her door.

Her eyes widened when she realised it was you. “I didn’t think you would come after I was so horrible to you.”

You step inside and place your hand on her shoulder. “Leah, you can push me away all you want, but I’m not going anywhere.” She nodded after seeing the sincerity in your eyes. 

“Come on, let’s get you to your appointment.” You grabbed her bag off the floor and carried it to your car. This time without Leah telling you that she didn’t need your help.

Once you were in the car, Leah spoke up. “I’m really sorry for how I acted yesterday. I was mean to you, while you were only trying to help. I’m sorry that I couldn’t see that yesterday.”

You reach over your hand to her lap and place your hand on her thigh. “Thank you, I appreciate you saying that. I understand that you’re in pain, and that everything has been a lot.”

"Yeah, but still.” You shook your head. “Le, we’re okay. I promise.” She put her hand over yours. “Okay, thank you.”

Leah still had a long recovery ahead, but you had hope that she would let you in from now on. She wasn’t alone, you would be there every step of the way.

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[alienpossession]

There's something highly unusual in his smoothie this morning, and he clearly remembered that he did not put aloe vera or anything.....slimy into it. Did Molly put something into it? No.....Molly would never mess with his drink like that. He should've spat it out the moment he sensed the odd mouth-feel when he took a swig of the supposedly refreshing and energizing drink, but he already swallowed it and there's nothing he can do about it. So, despite feeling a bit hesitant, he walked back to finish his set

Imagine Joe's surprise to find himself drenched in sweat in the middle of driving his car all in a sudden. The sun looked weird as if it's closer to 7 PM rather than 7 AM too. He clearly remembered that he's about to get back to do his set so how the f----

The look of confusion in his face that appeared just seconds ago faded and replaced with a grin as if a switch clicked inside his brain and a differing personality emerged altogether. He takes a deep breath and then ease himself, the air inside the car thick with his musky sweat mixed with the crispness of the air conditioner laced with the very soft air freshener that's almost empty.

Joe emerged once again mid-way smooching his girlfriend, Molly. But this time, he cannot move a single limb and in a full-blown, practically body-horror scene, watched his own body moved without him making any single decision for it. It's like it moves on autopilot and what's even more sickening is that it moves exactly the way Joe would move. The seductive kisses, the hand movement, everything seemed to be the kind of move Joe made himself but it's clearly not him in control, at least from his point of view. Molly.....well, she seemed to think that whoever currently controlled his limb is the actual him but it's not like he can blame her or anything, this is really his body with someone or something in control of it with the perfect precision of imitating him. He tried to scream for help but the only words that left his mouth are bunch of sweet nothings that clearly perked her up as his hand now wandered to pretty much claim what all the foreplay intended to achieve. Right as his fingers grazed Molly's pussy, everything turned black once more for Joe

When Joe brought forward to the forefront once more, he already lost track of time but he clearly recognized his own bathroom. What freak him out is the way his body seemingly address him, as if whatever or whoever is in control purposefully bring Joe back to the conscious realm

"Hey there Joe. Thank you for the past 1 week, but I think I can fully get everything done by myself from now on. I already absorbed anything I need from you to pass as a fully-functioning human living on Earth with the assistance of your cooperation. This is just my way of saying goodbye, after all, you like it cruel, don't you? It's embedded in you, confronting people that you tortured like when you proudly pound Molly back when she still dated your own best friend, Rob, or when you triumphantly get your way out of trouble and smirked to the nerd you bullied back in high school as the teachers sided with you the star multi-sport athlete and the one that reported you for cheating and using AI for final test when the whole panel sided with you, guess it's fitting to inflict the same pain you gave to those unfortunate people in the final moment of your consciousness. Relax, I'll keep the same energy even when you're not around, I'm not that much of a human after all, I don't empathize with your species at all. Guess I'll never see you again then, Joe, bye,"

[smutoperator]

Barbie Doll

Kim Jiwon (Liz) x Male Reader

Tags: armpit play, bed-breaking sex, (lots of) blowjob, casting couch, facefucking, facial, good smell, magazine cover, neck play, passionate sex, (lots of) sniffing, tall blonde and gorgeous

Word count: 4542

Seoul, South Korea, January 7th, 2025

You are an editor for a fashion magazine who went to watch Ive at the Golden Disk Awards. You initially intended to follow Wonyoung, as they were eager to get a photoshoot with Korea's It Girl. As Ive started performing, you did what they asked you to.

However, as the performance progressed, a tall, blonde, and gorgeous Barbie-esque girl quickly caught your attention as well.

"I have to get her too," you said to yourself. Wonyoung is amazing, but your heart now wanted Liz. She truly looked like a human Barbie doll, so you rushed backstage to talk to her.

"Let me introduce myself, I work for a magazine brand and we are interested in getting you for the cover, but we have to conduct some tests before you get the contract, do you want this?" you asked Liz. "Sure," the blonde answered. "Then meet me there tomorrow," you said, giving her your house's address.

Liz knew this could be her big breakout, so she arrived at your spacious house the next day in an angelic white dress. "Good morning," she greeted you. "Better now that you arrived," you answered and she smiled to you. Her looks were truly striking. The blonde hair, her long legs, her tall stature, her cute smile, everything made her look like a Barbie doll.

"Sit here," you told Liz, directing her to the couch. You were meeting a pair of people from the brand who were giving you suggestions about outfits. However, you didn't seem interested in it, declining their suggestions one after another. Your eyes were all on Liz and more time wasted with them meant less time to look at your Barbie doll.

Liz watched on the couch as you told them the meeting was over. "My apologies, those meetings are really stressful, The fashion business can be a fruitless grind sometimes, but I'm glad you're here, you ask something but people a lot of times do the opposite of what you say," you said.

"I'll do anything you ask," Liz replied. "But first you have to give me a chance," she continued. You decided to toughen things up with her and gave her a test. "I knew you wouldn't show up this early if you didn't have an ulterior motive," you said. "Well, it was you who decided to scout me and invited me to your house," she answered.

"Liz, you're beautiful, but our brand wants something extra from you, they want…," you started to say. "Sex appeal?" she asked, interrupting you. "Exactly," you answered her. "They also want the popular thing many times, the safest route, if it depended just on the higher-ups, they would have signed Wonyoung and be done with it, it's the easy route, she's got a huge brand, everybody knows her appeal," you said. "But Liz, I know you've got some great potential and want to sign you as well, you're tall, the perfect Barbie doll with that blonde hair, but they want you to prove yourself," you continued.

"Yes, my friend is amazing, I can't deny it, but I want to secure this opportunity for myself," Liz said. "I'm willing to bet on your potential, Lizzie, but you have to show me why you're so special and alluring, show me what you have," you told her.

Liz knew she had to grab that opportunity like her life depended on it. And she took grabbing it quite literally, as she reached her hands to touch your covered erection. "Does this make me special?" Liz asked, noticing your cock was very hard for her already.

"You're almost there," you told Liz, who took the steps to get there as she started unzipping your pants, unveiling your throbbing cock and softly touching it. Liz dove her head onto your shaft while you caressed her back, her bending over providing you the perfect opportunity to check her white panties just like her dress.

"Now we're getting closer, if you keep moving like that I can grant you a magazine cover," you said as her mouth was very soft sucking your cock. Liz just nodded positively, keeping her focus on pleasing your shaft. "You're truly not leaving any doubts about your sex appeal," you continued, caressing her again.

"You're so good at sucking cock, fuck yeah" you praise Liz's blowjob skills as she sucks it very slowly, making sure to stimulate every inch of that throbbing shaft, just admiring as she moves her head up and down it and already puts you on the edge. You give her ass a little spank. "You're so good at following instructions, today, you're gonna do exactly what I want you to do, barbie doll," you say to her.

"Keep sucking it, your mouth is so warm," you tell Liz as she remains super focused. You test her a bit further, moving your hips up to softly pound her face. "You like when I fuck your face like that?" you ask her. "Hmm," she answers, muffled by your cock in her mouth.

"God, that's perfect, I feel like such a lucky guy, let me kiss you," you tell Liz as she pulls her face out of your cock and lets your lips touch hers. "Look how good your cock tastes on my lips," she says.

"Show me your body, stand up," you tell Liz as she takes her dress off, leaving herself wearing just her bra and panties. "Turn around," you tell her, admiring her sexy back as well, grabbing her ass and kissing her butt, before giving it a couple of spankings.

"On your knees," you tell Liz as she goes back to suck your cock, impressing you with a no-hands blowjob. "Keep sucking like that, you're amazing," you tell her. Liz truly gives you an amazing blowjob, her warm mouth wrapping all over your cock. You tease her, popping your cock in and out of it, before grabbing her head and fucking her face. Liz looks upwards but takes it like a champion. "That's amazing," you say to her.

Liz grabs your shaft and continues to suck it off like her life depended on it. She truly wants that opportunity for herself, making sure to suck the soul out of that cock. "You have such a great mouth, I can see a big future for you, I made a great choice," you say, enjoying the sounds of your cock popping out of her mouth and pounding her face as Liz tightens her mouth. "Perfect, so beautiful," you say.

"You are not going to regret giving me a chance," Liz says, smiling at you as she keeps giving you a sexy blowjob, now adding rapid strokes to match your thrusts in her face. You groan as the young vixen works her mouth around your shaft perfectly, nearly making you bust already, but you manage to save yourself by asking her the perfect question.

"You want more?" you ask Liz. "Yes," she emphatically answers. "Then come here, let's go to my bedroom," you say as you grab Liz's arm and guide her. Liz rises to the occasion, kissing you passionately while taking your clothes off, your cock pointing right between her long legs. She grabs your shaft and strokes it while you passionately kiss her, rubbing the tip of your cock against her soft skin while you reach under her panties.

You remove Liz's bra and start sniffing her body from top to bottom. You pay lots of attention to her armpits, amazing at how good they smell. You slowly move down her body, sniffing her tits and then her tummy, amazed at the incredible scent of her body the more you worship it.

You kiss Liz's belly button, which she enjoys. "You seem to like my tummy," she says. "I fell in love the moment I saw it on yesterday's show," you say to her. You then finally pull her panties down, unveiling her cute pink pussy. "Oh my God, you're beautiful," you say, amazed as you look at her Barbie-esque body.

You can't contain your instincts, quickly diving to worship Liz's cute pussy, diving between her legs and licking her folds. "Ahhhhhh," she softly moans as your tongue is already all over her soft vaginal lips, putting her long legs over her head as she invites you to eat her out.

Liz rolls her eyes as she enjoys your tongue all over her folds. "Ohhhh yeah," she says as you blow some air in her pussy and sniff her entrance, before moving sideways to lick her clit. "Ahhhh, yes" she moans again as you stay concentrated on pleasing her pussy, making her legs shake a little.

You climb towards Liz, kissing her and feeding your cock for her to suck as she lies on your bed with her ass up. "Oh my God, you're so good," you say as Liz takes your cock in her mouth in a very obedient manner while you look at her pale ass and long legs. "Such a hungry kitty," you tell her as she sticks her tongue out, noticing her hair is arranged like cat ears are popping out of it.

You keep fucking Liz's face as she gets your shaft wet for her pussy. "God I love your cock," she says after it pops out and she licks your tip. "Keep sucking it and you'll get the cover," you tell her, motivating Liz as she increases the pace, bobbing her head on your cock without using her hands.

"I'll do anything you ask," Liz says, fully submitting herself to your will as you continue to pound her face. "Oh my God your mouth is so beautiful," you say as you can't stop getting addicted to it. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," you groan as you keep fucking Liz's face.

As you finish the blowjob session, you get on your knees and worship's Liz tall body. "So beautiful," you say as you kiss her while your hands touch her bare and fully shaved pussy.

Liz teases you as she rubs your cock towards her entrance. "You're fantastic," you praise her. "I'm so glad I chose you," you continue. Liz then pushes you against the bed and gets back to suck your cock, deepthroating it harder than ever and running her mouth all over your shaft and tip, showing how hungry she is for that gig. "You're so perfect, my sexy Barbie girl," you tell her as she continues to worship your dick.

"Now I want you to fuck me," Liz says. "You get what it takes to be a cover star in our magazine, giving everything I want," you tell her, kissing Liz. "Come here, sit on my cock," you instruct her.

"Ahhhhh," Liz softly moans as she slowly descends your cock, taking it all the way deep in her pussy. She opens her long legs and takes a slow ride, getting herself accustomed to the sheer size of it inside her walls. "God that feels so good," she says as the sunlight hits her beautiful face while you push your cock up to hit the depths of her pussy.

You let Liz take her time with your cock, as the bounces on it with very long strides. "Oh my God your cock feels so good inside of me," she says, moving a little faster as she gets more and more familiar with it. Watching her softly moan as she rides your dick is a thing of beauty, as the only noises coming from that room now are your groans, her moans, and the creaking in the bed.

Liz moves faster and faster, the creaking sounds in your bed getting louder and louder as she does it. You run your hands over her waist, which makes her pick up the pace. "Yes, yes, yes, bounce on that dick," you command to her. Before hitting her with a surprise test.

Liz reacts well as she opens her legs for you to thrust hard up her pussy, as you can no longer resist the urge to pound her tight pink hole to the fullest. She stood her ground perfectly as your balls smash against her clit. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, holy shit" she moans, her little tits bouncing as you pump her pussy at full speed.

"OH MY GOD," Liz closes her eyes and moans without letting her voice crack, her mouth opening to the fullest as she lets her feelings be known while your cock heats her pussy with fast thrusts. You pump her so fast now she almost falls on your body, but she quickly keeps her balance and just lets you turn her into a perfect cocksleeve as she is vying for that coveted magazine cover.

"Wow, you passed with flying colors," you tell Liz as she enjoys her victory, grinding herself against your shaft and then bouncing on it with a perfect rhythm. "Good lord, you're so good at everything, sucking my cock and now riding on it," you tell her as you get impressed by Liz's riding skills, especially knowing she just turned 20, yet takes on your cock in a way many girls older than she can't.

"Let's see if you can take this," you say to Liz as you hammer her pussy at maximum speed. She moans beautifully as your cock hits her cervix repeatedly, but once again survives the barrage of thrusts you give her pussy with ease. "YEAH," she screams as she pushes you to the limit, her tits bouncing like crazy as you can't stop using her pussy. "So good, so good, so good," you say to her.

Liz brings you to exhaustion as you start panting. "Wow, you young girls have so much energy, maybe I'm getting too old for this," you tell her. "Wait until I cum in your cock, can you do that to me?" Liz asks. You bring your top game to make her cum and quickly deliver the results. "I'M CUMMING," Liz moans as your cock hits her pussy nonstop, the bed creaking more than ever as she creams your cock full of juices.

Liz climbs out of your cock as she thanks you for her orgasm with torrid kisses and soft strokes. She slowly runs your hand over your cock while you run yours over her tits. "Suck my cock," you whisper in her ear as Liz follows your instructions perfectly, slowly moving her mouth from top to bottom of your shaft. "I love tasting me on you," she says.

"I can see why, your scent is so amazing," you praise her once again for her good smell. "You look so beautiful sucking my cock, oh yes," you say in between groans as you admire the way Liz worships it until a full deepthroat.

"Sit back on my cock," you tell Liz as flips sides, this time ready to ride on your cock while facing you forward. Passionately kissing you, Liz softly mounts on your cock, letting you grab her ass and kiss her cute tits as she moves very patiently up and down your shaft.

"Oh yeah, fuck me," Liz begs as you start pushing your cock back up her pussy. "God your cock is so amazing," she says as you fuck her. Liz tilts her body and looks behind to watch you pump her pussy, moaning louder and louder as the speed of your thrusts increases. "YES," she screams as you spank her cute ass and move faster and faster, closing her eyes as her pussy keeps getting stuffed full of cock.

You tease Liz a bit, spreading her ass and slowing down as you push your cock in and out of her pussy multiple times, before resuming the pounding. "OHHHH YEAH, FUCK, IT FEELS SO GOOD," she screams as she gets drilled harder and harder, you testing her to the maximum once again, but Liz can resist. You put a thumb in her asshole and keep thrusting nonstop. "YEAH, YEAH, MAKE ME CUM ALL OVER THAT COCK," she begs, handling your hard thrusts like a champion as her cheeks get clapped and you suck her bouncy little tits.

Liz cums all over your cock and kisses you tenderly as she loves the way you use her pussy. "God, this is such a good fuck, I've never been pounded like that," she says. You pause a bit and admire her cute sexy body, letting Liz kiss you while you give slow pumps to her pussy.

You put Liz on all fours and worship both her fuckholes, circling her clit while you eat her ass, running your hands all over her legs while you eat her out. "Give me more," Liz begs, moving her body in your direction and sliding her pussy right back into your cock.

"That's amazing," you say as Liz's tight pussy clenches its walls all over your cock. "Bend it forward," you tell her, grabbing Liz's waist and putting her in the perfect position for a doggy pounding. But you are rather kind to her, letting her move her hips up and down your shaft, loving her smile while she does so. "I don't think I can have enough of you," she says.

You fuck Liz's pussy very nicely, grabbing her cute butt as your cock pushes in and out of her pussy. "Yes, keep going, that's so good," she moans as you tease her. "I want you to fuck me all day long," Liz begs. You hear those words and go feral, pushing hard in her pussy and making her little tits jiggle as you clap her cheeks. "AHHHHH, OHHHHH, FUCKKKK, YEAHHHH," is all she can scream, turned into a cocksleeve once again as she creams all over your cock.

You reach to finger Liz's wet pussy as you fuck it hard. "OHHHHH YEAHHHH," she moans, completely overwhelmed by your fast-paced thrusts. You are so addicted you don't know how to stop, bringing Liz's body in your direction as you run your hands all over it while pounding her from behind. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah," you groan as you pound her harder than ever. "AHHHHHH," she screams, you wrapping your hands around Liz's belly as your cock bulges under it.

Liz smiles as she cums again while you sniff her neck. "I love your smell, it's so amazing," you tell her. "Thank you," she kindly answers as you get on top of her and sniff her back, before putting your cock inside her in a prone bone position.

"OHHHH, OHHHH, OHHHH," Liz moans hard as you plow her pussy hard and deep, watching as she rolls her eyes and her cute ass absorbs the shocks of your hard thrusts. "AH, FUCK, FUCK FUCK, IT FEELS SO GOOD" she screams, closing her eyes as her pussy gets turned into your fleshlight, closing hard around your cock. "You're so beautiful and sexy stuffed full of my dick, that's why you're gonna get the cover," you tell her.

You keep pounding Liz from behind as the noises from the bed moving get louder and louder, you are ready to break it as long as you get to keep fucking her pussy. You get very out of breath, using all your might to fuck Liz's pussy until you get exhausted. "Such a sexy girl," you tell her before resuming fucking in a classic bed-breaking manner.

You passionately kiss Liz as you stay with your cock buried deep in her pussy, giving her shoulders a little biting before bringing her sideways bring her sideways, wrapping your hands around her chest, and fucking her a slowly few times before flipping her around and putting her body on top of yours. "YESSS, FUCKKKK," she moans as you position your hands right on her soft tits and run them over her tall body, kissing her neck and sniffing it while you finger her pink pussy and give it some taps that make her moan. "HMMMMMM," she screams as you start pushing her body against your cock, before pounding her in a pearly gates position. "OH MY GOD," Liz moans hard as you turn her into a fucktoy, just hitting her pussy time after time while you pinch her tits and play with her neck.

"HAHAHAHA," Liz laughs as you keep fucking her, clapping her whole body against your crotch and wrapping your hands all over it. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," she screams as you pause to play with her pussy, both of you loving it and laughing a lot. Liz's long legs twist hard as you can't keep your hands off her clit. "AHHHHHH," she screams.

You put Liz back laying in bed as you massage her beautiful pussy, ready to make her squirt. She closes her eyes and prepares herself for a blissful orgasm as your hands attack her pink cunt. "UH FUCKKKK," Liz screams as she cums, you rapidly muffling her moans with kisses.

Liz gets on the edge of the bed, offering you her creamy pussy for you to savor, feeling in heaven as your mouth kisses her folds and you breathe some air into her vagina. You grab her ass and worship her perfect pussy, kissing and eating it out for a few minutes.

Liz's body gets flipped once again as you share kisses with her and get her back on top of the bed, attacking the erogenous zones of her neck with more kisses and licks, making her get sent to the moon. You slowly position your cock back in a missionary position as she wraps her long legs between your head, you bringing the pillow for her to rest her head as you get ready for another round. "I love the way you fuck me," she says.

"So good," you softly say as you give slow pumps into her pussy. "God your pussy feels so amazing," you tell her as Liz is in heaven now, taking a big cock up her tight holes that make her cum endlessly while getting passionately praised and used like that.

You pick up the speed once again, watching Liz close her eyes as you attack her pussy one more time. You love the moans coming out of her mouth, pushing you to go harder and harder. "Oh my God, you're the best," Liz tells you in between her mess of moans. "OHHHH YES, YES, YES, GIVE ME THAT COCK," she screams as you once again push her to the limit, and yourself as well. "AHHHHHHH," Liz screams, her holes very sensible after half an hour of fucking, but you only keep pushing. "AH, AH, AH, AH, AH," she screams, her cute tits bouncing as you grab them and gave them a little spank.

You get fully on top of Liz, penetrating her at a straight angle while you choke her. "FUCK, YEAH," she screams, almost losing her voice at this point as you can't stop drilling her pussy. You put her upside down, sniffing her good-smelling fuckhole as she keeps moaning, pinching her tits as you spread her legs, before going back to plowing that young yummy pussy. "Oh my fucking god, that pussy is so good," you say as you put Liz at your total submission, kissing her as her pussy keeps getting plowed harder and harder.

You touch every inch of Liz's body as you fuck her. You kiss her neck, you lick her beautiful armpits, you take pleasure in watching her moan like a slut as you freely use her tall, slim body for your pleasure, sending Liz to the stratosphere with strong thrusts in her pussy that make loud sounds when your hips clash against hers. You then go back to sniff and lick her beautiful armpits once more. "God damn it, you smell so good," you tell Liz, who laughs and love the way you praise her, as you now slowly move around her entire arm, licking up to her elbow, paying special attention to her armpits and ending sucking her tits before you give her more kisses and fuck her pussy very slowly while she hugs you;

After 40 minutes of passionate hot fucking, you're completely exhausted. But you have a little more to give to Liz, as you put her sideways and slide your cock in a spooning position inside her. You can tell Liz is very drained to as she is completely out of breath. You play with her pussy a little before you resume penetrating her, but this time going back to your typical high intensity. "OH GOD, YEAH," she moans. You get to her side and press her tits and caress her belly. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, DON'T STOP," she begs.

Indeed, you don't want to stop, attacking Liz's pussy as if it was your first time fucking it. Her little tits jiggle more than ever while your hands are all over her clit, fingering it at full speed and matching the pace of your thrusts. "OH FUCK YES," Liz screams, barely able to breathe at this point. You give her a little break, before attacking her pussy hard once again, your balls hitting hard on her clit and your cock reaching deep into her cervix. "You're so beautiful, so perfect, my Barbie doll," you tell her, never stop pounding Liz for a single second. "AHHHHHHH," she screams hard as you look her in the eye, both of you using every last drop of energy you have left for this intense fucking.

"FUCK YES," Liz screams as her walls tighten hard against your cock. If it depended just on you, you would have blasted your load right in her pink pussy, but you quickly remember this is still a professional casting couch, pulling out just in time and delivering a massive blast of cum in Liz's face that she loves it, kissing the tip of your cock and cleaning it afterward. "So good, covering my Barbie doll and next magazine cover girl with my load, so nice," you say, feeding your cock for Liz to suck one final time, enjoying slowly putting it in and out of her mouth until someone opens the door and interrupts you.

It was Wonyoung.

"I see she followed my instructions perfectly," Wonyoung says as she spots Liz's face full of cum with your cock in her mouth, before grabbing your cock and licking it herself. "Hmm, she tastes so good in it," she says.

"No wonder she is so good, she learned from one of the best," you praise her friend. "Are you gonna give her a magazine cover?" Wonyoung asks you. "That and much more," you tell her.

"See, Jiwon, that's how you get magazine covers, you gotta suck some big fat cock and let them cum all over your beautiful face," Wonyoung tells her. "You thought I got them because I was popular? No, that's how I get them," she continues.

"Thanks for teaching me," Liz tells her best friend. "I can see he really enjoyed you, how about we come here tomorrow and land another photoshoot after we have a threesome with him?" Wonyoung asks.

"That sounds like a great idea," Liz answers.

And no one thinks it's a great idea more than you do. You certainly won't complain about adding another Barbie doll to your collection.

[thanklessindubai]

"I did. I told myself that I shouldn't. That you weren't coming back. Why would anyone? But it was too late. I'd already fallen in love. And then what else could I do? My heart tucked itself away for you. The dreams of a life we could have together filled me with such dangerous ideas. I'm dangerous now, Mina -- do you see what you've done?"

Tee-hee, dangerous Armand. Hims so big and bad and wolfy.

Mina was nearly taken aback by the force of the kiss and made sure to return it so he didn't think he'd hurt her or frightened her.

"You waited for me," she whispered, it finally sinking in more and more, "And I was so worried to come back. I thought- I thought you'd have found someone else. that you'd be happy and me coming back might ruin all that."

[furiousgoldfish]

Existence in abuse is riddled with constant guilt and shame – and this is not by accident. All abusers put effort into convincing their victims they deserved it, to prevent resistance, and make them 'ashamed for deserving it', to prevent the word from getting out. If abusers can pinpoint one bad thing you did in your entire life, they will repeat it back to you consistently, amplifying how guilty and ashamed you need to feel about it.

Lacking anything concrete, they will shame you for everyday, small things, and depict them as malevolent crimes. You will hear about how selfish you are, for failing to put someone else's feelings first and even for wanting to do one little thing for yourself, after taking care of everyone else's feelings. You'll hear about how spoiled and inconsiderate you are, if you voice your struggles or problems, when abuser expected of you to only give attention to them. If you dare to call the abuser out in return, the focus will be put on you with so much fury, leading you to find out that this person is enraged by every single thing you ever did. They'll accuse you of not even knowing how much damage you did to them, what they sacrificed for you, what you owe them, what you already took from them (they list something they did without you asking for it).

The repeated treatment of being told off and shamed even for acting in the most normal, or empathetic ways, will lead you to question yourself, your intention, if this is all justified. You'll analyze past situation to see if you could have done better, blaming and shaming yourself for 'mistakes' your abusers are throwing back at your face, when you either didn't know they were bad, or had the kindest intentions in doing as you did. Your own actions will become scrutinized and you will wonder if you in fact, do deserve punishment and hostility for anything you ever did. Even when your standards rise and your behaviour becomes as kind and considerate as possible, it will turn out it's never enough. You're always guilty of something, you must always feel ashamed. You're ignored and neglected and then told off for not paying enough attention to them, you're working all day to please them only to be made feel stupid for thinking this would in fact, please them. You become helpless and desperate for any confirmation that you're a good person, because no matter what you do, it's never good enough, it's always shamed and ostracized.

I remember living in this soup of toxic shame and guilt, too scared to take credit for anything I did, because 'then I only did to get credit', too scared to feel good about anything good I did, because then I did it 'only for the sake of feeling good about myself'. I couldn't win. The abusers around me amplified what a horrible person I was, until I gave in and believed it. After all, if every person around me is confident that I am a wretched monster, then how could I be anything else? I can't be the only one who is right, and all of them wrong. They wouldn't be saying it for no reason, and why would they lie to me. These people love me. They're saying it for my own sake. They're doing it so I would have a chance to become better.

This is how they prefer you to think; you must stay focused on your own faults, and boil in shame until you're too scared of doing anything, and refuse credit for things you do, so someone else can take it. There's one very convenient feature to this brainwashing; you are not allowed to focus on what anyone else is doing.

You can't be scrutinizing your abuser's actions, or comparing them to your own, because that will make them mad, and they'll explode calling you derisive and insulting names, and you will get triggered and crushed. You can't point out their hypocrisy when they're apparently 'trying to make you a better person', when they themselves are not even trying to be good, because again, this makes them mad, and is too dangerous for you. You have to focus on yourself while also putting yourself in a world where nobody else's actions are scrutanizable or accountable, only you need to be perfect, only you need to be guilty and ashamed of everything you do; everyone else can do whatever, and you better pretend you didn't see it. Phrases like 'look at yourself before you look at others' might be thrown at you to make you ashamed for even looking at other people's actions critically.

I too was afraid to compare myself to others people, constantly keeping in mind the regular excuses. 'These people had it rough, they have reasons for doing what they did, they're struggling with guilt too and would be crushed if it was ever pointed out to them what damage they're doing, they don't know how much hurt they're causing, they were never taught better, I can't judge, I can't hold them accountable. They wouldn't be able to stand it'.

All of these excuses, of course, were not applicable to me; I had to know what I was doing, I had to take responsibility for everything I did or didn't do, I had to be strong enough to withstand the guilt and shame, but others could live instantly absolved and asking them to feel guilty was just too cruel.

I wasn't able to escape this worldview while I lived with abusers, because the constant stream of guilt trips and shaming was pushing me back, but once I escaped, I allowed myself to take a look at how other people live, what they do and say, and what they feel ashamed for. To my surprise, even the slightest scrutiny revealed that people I lived around did numerous crimes to their own children, neighbours, to the world in general, they felt comfortable lying, manipulating, using, exploiting and gaslighting others; they felt justified to invent any kind of story that shows them in a good light while hiding atrocious amount of cruelty and lies. If I was to do any kind of comparison, it became obvious that by any moral standards – I was better than all of these people. Easily. I never did any of that shit, and considered other people's well being meticulously before deciding on my every move. For all of them, other people's well being wasn't even an afterthought, it was something they actively attacked and mutilated. As long as they could get away with it, as long as no consequences followed.

Finding this out, I was mortified to know that these were the people who had the nerve to shame me for my behaviour. People who never cared about anyone in their entire life said to my face that I was selfish and inconsiderate for not caring about them enough. Outrageous. People who reached for violence to get their way were getting mad at me for not guessing what would please them good enough on a certain day. What inverted hell is that.

After a lot of anger and objective scrutiny of actions of people I lived with, I was able to conclude that I lived with garbage. These folks has no humanity in them, they were only parasites, and they had me thinking I was somehow worse than all of them, and that my normal and humane actions were in fact, worse than their cruelest crimes. That is one skill that all abusers train themselves in; making other people feel worse about themselves. It's a tactic of abuse that often comes so aggressively that people become too shocked and scared to counter it, it takes an abnormally cruel and self-justified person to reach for it. They consistently get away with it. People will learn they're not allowed to think badly of them, before they even get to judge or scrutinize their behaviour.

While you're living with abusers, some of their suspicious actions and evasive tactics will not make any sense; so write it down, and remember it for later. Once you find out what they've been up to, what they were trying to get away with, what they've been lying about, what they were doing in secret – you will become able to see both them and yourself more clearly. Yes they can confidently lie to you about who you are, not because they think they're right, but because they're trying to convince you of it. If they truly thought you were the worst of them, you'd be celebrated.

[zhansww]

I feel the need to clarify what happened yesterday. I misunderstood it myself and relayed wrong information. I actually cleared this up with a c fan I chat with, so here's all I know now.

Yesterday at the weibo night event, gg was seated in row 2, 22. dd was also seated in row 2, seat 27. As soon as fans got wind of this, they started a tag for wyb sitting on seat 227. It wasn't on the hot search, though. Someone (from either dd's or gg’s team) removed the numbers from dd's seat but the damage was basically already done in that c fans had seen it and were discussing it online. dd solos claimed this was gg's team's doing in order to gain attention. gg's solos claimed that this was dd's team's doing, and proof that they were behind what happened five years ago. dd likely watched the entire event from backstage and only appeared to receive his award, as we've all seen. ggdd fans of course think that dd was either too angry about this and/or he wanted to prevent further discussion among their solo fans, to avoid trouble for gg so close to the release of his movie, and that's why he refused to sit there. Regardless of why, though, one thing that's for certain is that the weibo night organizers did this shiz on purpose. And no matter how dd actually felt about this, he was left no choice but to, well, remain backstage. Otherwise, that tag woulda definitely made it onto the hot search and created even more fandom drama than it already did.

It's incredibly frustrating, that even after nearly five years, they still have to deal with such nonsense. And from event organizers at that... bravo, weibo night, very well done..... If ggdd boycotted the next wb night event, I would totally support it.

[lovelaetter]

I just know for sure that Glinda, GUH-LINDA, is a pillow princess. However, she's surprisingly a sweet girl, not so brat, ready to do anything you ask all just to make you happy and hear you say: "My good girl." Oh! She definitely melt, she's already naked, just waiting for you to take her (I LOVE ARI EYES SO MUCH, SHE'S A DOLL).

But in the other case, we have Elphaba, she's is quite the trouble, she's smart, know how to manipulate things to her will, so I can confirm that she loves getting on your nerves, the way her body burns after remembering how you manhandled her after she got too much cozy with Fiyero, or when she decided to challenge you and ended up sore for the rest of the week.

There's one thing for sure, those two would never let anything or anyone come between you guys. One time, a girl came all flirty, feeling you up, saying dirty stuff to you making you uncomfortable, but before you could do anything, both witches were already throwing the girl out and holding you like a precious gem, don't forget it silly, nobody can have you, they made sure that everyone knew that.

-🐢

PILLOW PRINCESS GUH-LINDA???!!! 😛😛 give it to me baby.

i think she sure isn’t a brat, will do what you say, but totally wants all the attention on her first, and it’s okay because she is the loveliest baby in the world and you and elphie are nothing but pleased to give her that. like oh, she just loves hands all over her body and gets all giggly, blinking those stupid eyes at both of you because neither can resist her. after you are done with her she lays there watching you and elphie with a satisfied smile, a little voyeur of her.

i kinda wanna fuck some sense into elphie now just for the funsies… and the way she would have a big smile on her face because yeah, she kind of did plan all of this ! her mind the whole time like “such a shame if a purposefully positioned myself on the line of vision of my girlfriend so she can get jealous and bothered oh no 😢” and you’re bending her over later, all mad and pent up and she’s so proud of herself. can’t stop thinking about voyeur glinda, that freak, so yes, i do think she has this sixth sense where she just know something is going on and finds it !! how dare her gfs fuck with her there to see it…

protective AND jealous girlfriends <3 we love to see it. they would so not leave you alone after that, girls really be thinking they’re your bodyguards or something 😭

[american-girl001]

DISCLAIMER- This is my first attempt at writing in a very long time so if this is bad i apologize!! This one will be first person but not all of my writing will be. Post War Levi!! Angst/Comfort!

Levi Ackerman x Reader

The war. The Battle of Heaven and Earth. It’s finally over. I see Jean and Connie with tears in their eyes, it isn’t hard to tell who they’re seeing. I see Mikasa with the head of Eren Yeager in her hands as the cries of Armin fill the wasteland that we’re in. Everyone is injured, some more than others, which brings me to look around for Levi. Levi and I have always shared some form of unspoken bond, he’s someone I love dearly although i’ve never said it. He’s very closed off but it isn’t hard to tell that Levi Ackerman cares for his comrades and friends deeply. I see Levi to my right and as it’s too much of a hassle to stand up, I slowly make my way over to him with a crawl as he isn’t too far away. Levi is leaning against a rock staring at all of the fallen comrades who are saluting us, i see them too. As I sit next to him I put my hand over my heart to match Levi’s as I stare at those who have given their lives for the sake of humanity. Hange, Petra, Erwin, and everyone else. I know we’ve done the right thing when I see them. I look over to Levi as I see a single tear drop from his eye. When it seems he’s finally come back to reality I slowly reach out my hand to wipe the tear away which causes him to look at me. Levi’s never been one to play into any affection, but this time, he leans into my hand as we sit in silence.

I break the silence as I say “We did the right thing Levi…all of our fallen comrades, they are so proud of us, so proud of you. Humanity’s strongest soldier.” He looks at me and in a low voice he says “I know.” Levi may not be a man of many words but I always seem to know whats on his mind. He has lost everyone in his life but I need him to know that I will be here for him. “Levi I know how many people you’ve lost but I want you to know that I will always be here for you, with you.” I look over to him and see that same teary eyed look. He doesn’t say anything. He simply grabs my hand as he leans his head against my shoulder. I lift his hand to my face and plant a kiss to it. To show him i’m here and that I care. To show him I love him. We sit there for a while until we see Onyankopon heading towards us. He helps me get Levi up and walk with him to the others. We have to rest and we have to rebuild.

Luckily we were able to save some parts of the world. There are still towns and buildings left as well as people who are ready and willing to make our Earth a better place. Everyone has their role to play. Myself and a lot of other people I don’t know are baking and cooking for the people around us. Sasha would have loved the pies i’ve made. I see Gabi and Falco planting a tree as they look at each other so lovingly. It’s refreshing to see happiness in such a cruel place. Levi is handing out foods and treats to kids and people of all kinds. Something tells me that he’ll never be the same. Not just because of his injuries, but because of the people he’s lost. He sits in a wheelchair we managed to find in the little bit of the world there was left. I’ve been pretty defeated myself. A couple of broken ribs along with bruises and cuts everywhere. But my injuries are no where near as bad as Levi’s so I choose to help him instead of worrying about my own physical health. Levi, myself, and Onyankopon occupy a space together. A home with four bedrooms and two bathrooms. Gabi and Falco have their families to go back to, but they might as well be considered living with us as well because of their insistence to take care of Levi. After our duties I take Levi home where Gabi and Falco are already staying at. Yeah they basically live here. They offer to clean up a bit while I take Levi to his room. Nor Levi or myself have said much on our way home. Neither of us speaking until now. “Levi I know you probably don’t want me to, but I need to help you bathe.” He doesn’t speak, he simply rolls his way toward the bathroom and closes the door. I sigh, there’s no way he can do it on his own. But that’s Levi, so independent and caring. I walk over to the bathroom door and knock “Levi can I come in?” He doesn’t answer so I slowly open the door. I see Levi propping himself against the counter while standing on his good leg. His shirt is mostly off but still on one arm. I softly grab the hem of his shirt as I pull it the rest of the way. He finally looks into my eyes and as I stare back I can see the conflict he’s having with himself. “Levi I’m not going to judge you, I just want to help. It doesn’t matter that you aren’t the same Levi you used to be, I will always love you the same.” After a few seconds of silence Levi says “You love me?” “Of course I love you Levi, I think I always have.” He turns so hes leaning his back against the counter while I’m holding his arm. I then feel a tight embrace as he hugs me, and I hug him back. He finally lets me into his heart after all this time and i’ve never been happier than this moment. Knowing that Levi can finally see the love someone has for him, to finally see that people do care about him. We stay there for a few minutes until he finally gives me consent to help him take a much needed bath. I get him unclothed and help him into the bath, washing his hair and his body. The moment so intimate with him feeling my love with every action I take while caring for him. Once he’s clean I help him out of the bath and help him dry off and change clothing. Once I get him to bed I go to the bathroom to take a quick shower of my own. After i’ve showered and changed I go back to check on Levi and I see that he’s sitting up in bed with a book in his hand. I tell him goodnight and as I turn to go to my room he says “Y/N would you um…like to stay in here tonight?” His voice is low, almost pleading. I look into his eyes and who am I to deny him? “Of course Levi.” I walk to the unoccupied side of his bed and Levi marks his spot in his book as he sets it on the night stand to his right. He turns off the lamp next to him as we both get comfortable in bed. He pulls me close to him and as we lay together for a while I can finally feel sleep overtaking my body. Right before I fall asleep I hear Levi whisper “I love you too..”

@kitkatlover015

@leviykwim

@mmm-alhaitham

[jazeswhbhaven]

Wait lol tis I again for the third time sorry

Can I request a continuation of the drunk truths: Mammon reacting to MC (not that they weren't already) being noticeably soft and loving on him after his confession

Answering this real quick since new Mammon soon <3

It was that night, the grand palace full with the citizens of Tartaros drinking, laughing and carrying on...did the King who has everything at his fingertips confess his deepest worries to MC. It was so sudden, out of the blue as they sat at the table nursing their drink when he said "If you wanted to throw me away because I lost value, I'd change myself so you'd cherish me again."

MC sat for a moment to process what he meant. The longing in his eyes, the somber tone of his usual jubilant voice. Had they done something to make him feel this way? Maybe they mentioned a phrase or an expression that confused him. Either way they never wanted Mammon to feel worthless. Never.

From then on, MC did their best to check up on Mammon every day. Bring him coffee or tea when working long hours. Help prepare meals and snacks even though he had cooks for that. Help with various chores or even take a class or two of accounting from Bimet in order to help Mammon balance some expenses and savings of all his gold.

Even when it came to intimacy, MC would shower him with words of praise or reassurance. More creative pet names tailored just for him. More cuddling in silence rather than the frequent sex (though that was still included since Mammon couldn't hold himself back from all the affection).

He noticed it all. A strange feeling of his heart skipping a beat as he observed MC's drive and determination to make sure he was loved. He couldn't stop his emotions from swelling, something he wasn't used to even when he was just a child devil. With his cup running over, he tries his best to give back the affection. For once he doesn't just buy MC what they want, he spends more time with them. He pauses his duties or asks Bimet to handle them while he pampers MC to the fullest. Spa days, a quiet lunch, even a mid day nap date in his bedroom with the curtains drawn.

He doesn't question why they're doing this, as he is fully aware of what he said when he was drunk that one night. He said it so freely he imagined it would do nothing but chase them off. But they stayed, they put in more effort than they already put in. And with this he knew...MC would never dispose of him, no matter how he felt about himself on his bad days of self doubt.

MC's love was better than any currency he could obtain.

*divider credits to @/omkookie

[paradoxicalwritings]

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You missed your boyfriend. As you scrolled through photos of him, waiting for your daily call (his nightly call), you silently cursed him for going across the globe to play beach volleyball. Seriously, who did he think he was, leaving you all alone to go to a country he’s never been to or really even know anyone who’s been there? What if he got into an accident while he was there or something then you’d have to--

“Sho! Baby, how are you doing?” You said cheerily into the phone as you rolled onto your stomach.

He laughed his beautiful sunny-bright laugh, “Hey, Baby. I’m doing good, I just got home from practice.”

You hummed, rolling back onto your back, “How was that?”

There was a small bit of rustling on the other side of the line, but you assumed that it was just him setting his bag down or lying down to rest, “Uhh, it was pretty good. Tell me about your day, Baby.”

You giggle, “Sho, my day just started. Did you forget?”

He groaned at you, “Baaabyy, you know what I mean.”

“I know, I know,” you smiled to yourself, “You know I like teasing you, Baby.”

You heard something that sounded suspiciously like a whimper, “God, do I know,” more rustling, “Tell me about yesterday.”

There were suspicions in your mind of what he was doing, it was only a matter of time before something like this happened after all. You decided to be a good girlfriend and play along with it for a little while, “Well, I woke up and I got ready for my classes at Sendai,” he hummed in response, “I ended up running into Tsukki, so the two of us got lunch on campus.”

He sighed on the other end, “I wish I could take you out, Baby.”

You smirked, “I know you do, Honey. Anyway, after lunch, I went to the library to study for a little while since I have an exam tomorrow. Then I came home, made dinner,” you almost thought about not saying this, but you thought the reaction from your sweet, sweet boyfriend who was doing his best to hide the fact that he was jerking off to your voice would be much too good, “After dinner, I touched myself in the shower thinking about you…”

There was a pause on the other line, only hearing him pant before he said, “Fuck, Baby. Can you touch yourself now?”

You hummed, “You can ask me nicer than that, Sho.”

The theatre of the mind truly was a gift, you could vividly see him on the other line, across the world. He was probably shirtless, his blush dusting the tips of his ears, his cheeks, going down his neck, and flooding onto his shoulders. He’d sent you some photos of him at the beach, so you knew how tan he’d gotten, how much bigger he’d gotten everywhere. His wide rough palms were rubbing his cock, and he was probably wishing they were yours instead. 

“Mmmn, Baby, please, please touch yourself with me,” 

“That’s more like it, Sho,” you said as you sat up to take off your sleeping shorts. You were already soaked just from the sounds your boyfriend was making and your imagination. Using two of your fingers, you slid them through your slit to wet them, and swirled them around your clit, “Mmm, Sho, I wish you were here.”

Based on the new squelching sounds on the other line, Hinata had put you on speaker, “Haa-mmm, me too, Baby,”

You giggled as you continued abusing your clit, making sure to moan and whine a little louder than normal for your boyfriend. He loved when you were loud, “Have you--hmmnn--been thinking about me all day?”

He groaned, “Yea, I can’t stop thinking about you,” you heard a small amount of rusting again, “Hmmnn, Fuck. I keep imagining you in a bikini on the beach, watching me play. Haa, then, when I’m done playing, we find a nice secluded spot, and you ride me while the sun goes down.”

You threw your head back and whined, “You’re such a romantic, Baby.”

Hinata laughed breathily, based on the slower rhythm of the squelches, he was slowing down. He was always one to take his time, at least when it came to you, “Only for you,”

Finally, you plunged one of your fingers into your sopping wet hole, wishing they could be your boyfriend’s again, “Mmm, Sho, your fingers would feel so much better right now.”

You know that one got to him, whenever the two of you would have sex before he left, he’d finger you until you came at least once before he even thought of fucking you properly, “Haa, I’d make you squirt on my fingers right now If I could.”

You smirked and giggled, “Would you be a good boy and lick up my mess?”

Through the phone, you heard his head thud against his headboard and him start fucking his fist faster again, “Yea, Baby, I’d be such a good boy for you.”

You began picking up your pace as well to match his, closing your eyes to better imagine your beautiful tanned, ginger boyfriend, “Mmmnn, You’re always such a good boy for me, Sho.”

“Haa-haa, are you close, Baby?” you could tell he was close due to the pitchiness in his voice.

You bit your lip and nodded even though he couldn’t see it, “Mmhmm, I’m really close, Baby.”

Based on the rustling of his sheets, the squelching of lotion against his thick cock, and his panting, Hinata was stroking himself with reckless abandon, “Me too, Baby. Mmnngg-- Baby, can you come with me? Please?”

You sighed, “Yea, Baby, I’ll come with you.”

The two of you sat there, across the globe from each other, wishing the other was there to bring you to the edge. You both moaned into your respective phones, and with your eyes closed, it almost felt like he was back here with you. You imagined him leaning over you, two fingers deep into your cunt, telling you to give him just one more orgasm.

The rush you felt when you finally fell over the edge was unlike anything you’d ever felt before. Your vision went white for a second and you could swear your ears were ringing from how hard you came.

You laughed, “Sho, my ears are ringing.”

He laughed with you, “Yea… The tips of my fingers are numb.”

“You’re such a pervert, Sho,” you huffed at him, “Trying to jack off without me knowing when I’m just telling you about my day.”

Hinata sighed, “Cut me some slack, Baby. You know I can’t help myself when it comes to you.”

“Mmhmm…” You smiled, “You’re gonna have to be punished when you come home.”

“You promise?”

[amb3r-saurus]

DO YOU GET DEJA VU?

PAIRING: Rafe Cameron x Established Actress!Reader. Rafe Cameron x Up-and-Coming Actress!Sofia

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 : first fic that I’m posting, hope ya’ll like it! 🥹

Car rides to Malibu

Strawberry ice cream

One spoon for two

And trading jackets

Laughing ‘bout how small it looks on you

The Wreck. A place that used to be full of laughter and love. Reminiscing again. Ugh, I hate this. Rafe broke up with me three months ago. Wondering why? I don’t know jack shit either. All I remember is him calling me up to Tannyhill and me leaving in shambles. It still isn’t clear to me what the real reason was. Sometimes I lie awake at night, wondering if I could have defended my side before he went all ape shit and did what he did. Would it still be me instead of her?

Her—Sofia Paloma. One of the bartenders at the Yacht Club. The new girl he’s been seen always hanging around with. Wait. Hold on. Is that Rafe? And—no. No, no, no, it can’t be. I feel like my chest just caved in. Right there, at the booth where Rafe and I always used to sit, he’s laughing. Not just laughing—laughing with her. Sofia. Laughing like nothing else in the world mattered. Like we had never even happened. It felt like someone had punched me in the stomach, and I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to disappear. I wanted to scream. For a second, I tell myself it’s nothing. Maybe it’s just a coincidence, but then he reaches out and takes her hand across the table. That’s when it hits me. Hard. They’re not just hanging out. She’s the reason. She’s his new girlfriend. She’s even wearing his jacket. The very same jacket that he would give to me whenever we went out in the middle of the night to just drive around. He would even say that he wouldn’t want his best girl to get cold. My heart sinks so fast it makes me dizzy. It’s as if the universe is rubbing salt in the wound, reminding me of everything we had. And now, she’s sitting in my place. It used to feel like it was just ours, like no one else could touch it. But now, it’s just background noise to the scene before me.

I try to breathe, but the air is too thick. My mouth is dry, my legs weak. I feel like I’m being crushed under the weight of all of it. Their laughter—his laughter—used to be mine. Now it’s hers. Everything we had is a ghost. She is the new one in the picture. The new muse.

I can’t stop the flood of memories that rush in.

Watching reruns of Glee

Being annoying

Singing in harmony

I bet she's bragging

To all her friends, saying you're so unique, hmm

Rafe had looked at me that night with that mischievous grin of his. “I’ve heard about this karaoke bar that just opened. It's called The Melody Box. It’s small, but I think you’d like it. Wanna go with me?” I look up from my phone, surprised. This is… unexpected. He never struck me as the karaoke type. Half-smiling “Karaoke? You? Seriously?" He grins back at me, leaning over the table like he's got a secret he’s dying to tell. “It’s not just karaoke. Trust me, you’ll love it.”

I hesitate. I hate karaoke. I really do. The noise, the awkwardness—it’s not my scene. But I look at his face, at the eager spark in his eyes, and I can’t help but cave. “I’ll go, but only if we can watch the entire Brooklyn 99 series after. I’m talking the whole thing, Rafe. All of it.” I teased, only half joking. He laughs, a deep, easy sound, like he’s already got it figured out. “Deal.”

That night, we ended up on his couch, empty pizza boxes scattered around us, glasses of wine in hand. It was late, past midnight, and we were still glued to the screen. I could feel myself getting lost in the show, and by the time we hit season five, I found myself laughing more than I had in weeks. Rafe was never one for getting too cozy, but tonight, it felt different. We shared jokes, quoted lines, and laughed at the same parts of the show like it was our own private comedy club.

I remember thinking, at that moment, that we’d done this before. But now, it’s like everything we shared has become a faded memory. Now, he's sitting with Sofia, laughing like this never happened.

So when you gonna tell her

That we did that, too?

She thinks it's special

But it's all reused

That was our place, I found it first

I see it in my mind first, before I even know where I am. The stretch of sand, golden and warm, rolling waves crashing softly in the background. The scent of salt in the air, the kind that clings to your skin and makes you feel like you belong here—with him.

But now, as I watch from a distance, it’s Rafe and Sofia walking side by side, their footprints marking the wet sand in a new, unfamiliar pattern. My stomach churns as I see them, the way she laughs at something he says, the way he smiles down at her like he once smiled at me. They’re standing exactly where we used to stand.

This was our spot. The place we came to when the world felt too loud, too busy. The place where we’d sit on the hood of his car and watch the stars, eating whatever snacks we brought, talking about everything and nothing.

I made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you

Do you get déjà vu when she's with you?

Do you get déjà vu? (Ah), hmm

I watch as Rafe tells a joke to Sofia. It's the same joke I told him the first night we met at The Wreck. The same joke he laughed at—one that made me feel special, like we had something no one else could understand. I want to shout, I was the one who showed you this place. I was the one who made you laugh with that joke first.

But instead, I stay silent. I watch Sofia laugh and lean into him, her hand brushing against his arm like they’ve been doing this forever. But they haven’t. I have.

Do you get déjà vu, huh?

Do you call her

Almost say my name?

'Cause let's be honest

We kinda do sound the same

Rafe’s sitting at the bar when the door to the Club swings open. I see her. Sofia. I watch him from across the room, trying not to stare. He doesn’t see me yet, but I know he’s aware of everything around him—always has been. He’s talking to one of the bartenders, laughing about something. I don’t even have to look at Rafe to know his attention shifts the second she walks in. She’s radiant, as usual—effortless, like she belongs here just as much as anyone else. She spots him right away and walks toward him with that easy confidence I remember him admiring. As she approaches, I see the faintest flicker in Rafe’s expression—surprise, maybe? Something in his face falters just for a second, like he wasn’t expecting her to show up yet.

He turns toward her, but in that split second, I swear I see it. I see his lips part, like he’s about to call her by the wrong name. For just a heartbeat, I can almost hear it—my name—ready to spill out. But then, as if he catches himself mid-breath, he corrects it. His eyes widen just slightly, and he gives a quick, nervous laugh. “Sofia! You’re here,” he says, his voice a little too light, almost like he’s trying to play it cool. Sofia laughs, unfazed. “Of course I am. I wouldn’t miss it.”

I stand back, trying to be invisible, but I feel that sting again—the one that’s always there now, lurking in the background.

She sits down beside him, oblivious, and they continue their conversation, but I can’t shake the feeling that I just saw a part of him that still hasn’t let go.

Another actress

I hate to think that I was just your type

The buzz around Sofia has grown. It’s almost impossible to ignore now. Everywhere I turn, there’s someone talking about her—whether it’s on Instagram, Twitter, or one of those gossipy tabloid sites. The latest buzz pops up on my phone screen.

“Is Sofia the New Y/N? Fans Can’t Get Over the Resemblance!”

The headline is bold, unmistakable. I don’t even have to click the link to know what it’s about. It’s one of those articles that compares her to me—like they’ve somehow decided that we’re interchangeable. Scrolling down the page, I see side-by-side photos. Me, in a dress from one of my red carpet appearances, and Sofia, looking stunning in a similar outfit at some premiere. The caption reads: "Fans can’t stop comparing the two actresses, both equally stunning, with eerily similar features."

I try to ignore it, but the more I scroll, the worse it gets. There’s a section that talks about the type of roles we’ve both been cast in, how we’ve both dated high-profile figures, how we share a certain vibe, the same public persona. There’s a pang in my chest. It’s like being erased, like I was just a stepping stone in some story that’s moving on without me. They don’t even need me anymore. They’ve found someone else who fits the mold. Another actress. Just like me.

I close the app, but the words stay with me. And the thing that stings the most isn’t that they’re comparing us, it’s the realization that I was his type too.

I'll bet that she knows Billy Joel

'Cause you played her "Uptown Girl"

You're singing it together

Now I bet you even tell her

How you love her

In between the chorus and the verse (ooh) (I love you)

It was a night much like any other. We were lying on the couch, the sound of Uptown Girl filling the room. I remember him glancing at me, a mischievous grin on his face.

“You know the words better than I do,” he teased, pulling me in for a duet. And I sang with him, even though I wasn’t a big fan of the song. It didn’t matter. What mattered was the way his smile lit up the room, how we shared something silly and perfect together. We were in our own world.

Now, it’s her. And I wonder if he sings it to her the same way.

So when you gonna tell her

That we did that, too?

She thinks it's special

But it's all reused

That was the show we talked about

Played you the song she's singing now when she's with you

Do you get déjà vu when she's with you?

I open Instagram, aimlessly scrolling. And then it hits me. There’s a video posted by Sofia. Rafe, standing in a dimly lit room, belting out the words to Uptown Girl. He’s singing it to her.

My heart stops for a second, the world blurring around me. I can’t even breathe. I watch them sing together, her voice joining his. They’re laughing, too, the same way we used to laugh.

I thought that song was ours. I thought that moment was ours. But now it’s hers. And I feel sick.

Do you get déjà vu? Oh

Do you get déjà vu?

Strawberry ice cream in Malibu

Don't act like we didn't do that shit, too

You're trading jackets like we used to do

(Yeah, everything is all reused)

Play her piano, but she doesn't know (oh, oh)

That I was the one who taught you Billy Joel (oh)

A different girl now, but there's nothing new

(I know you get déjà vu)

I walk away from the booth, the hurt too much to bear. I watch Rafe glance in my direction as I turn to leave. He doesn’t even hesitate. He stands up, excuses himself from her, and follows me. As I make my way toward the door, I hear Rafe’s voice behind me. He’s standing, a moment of hesitation flickering across his face. I don’t look back. I don’t want to, but I can feel him there, trailing behind me like a shadow. But a part of me still wonder if he ever really moved on. Sofia sits at the table, still absorbed in her phone, completely unaware. I’m sure she has no idea who I am nor does she even care, but Rafe knows. He knows everything we had.

And as he catches up to me, I want to believe he hasn’t moved on, no matter how much he insists. He still hasn’t let go of me—of what we were. And maybe, just maybe, neither have I.

[the-scarecrow-of-aus]

Based off this pic and this post about Steph finding out danny can make eldritch tentacles.

(Pt.1 because tumblr keeps posting instead of saving drafts)

A 'Net' problem

Danny has a big problem... or a bunch of 'smaller' problem's.

His parents had forcefully dragged him off on a road trip, now while he was used to this in the grand scheme of things, they had sprung it on him mid week as he was in school and completely ruined the test he needed to take to graduate school.

Now he's Left behind his friends, his ghost hunting gear, Jazz, who had managed to not be found as his parents drove 'into' the school in search of him and his phone, which was crushed under the G.A.V's treads when it crashed through his classroom wall.

Danny, close to breaking point has had enough.

-

They had been chewed out at the latest ghost Hunter convention for the insensitivity of the ecto-'dream catcher' and on their beliefs that colds and flu were work of the evil ghosts. (One of the organisers had literally thrown a medical textbook at maddie in anger)

They had sequestered themselves in the lab for a week as a result, not bothering anybody. But, being the infamous 'Dr. Fentons' that they were, they had just focused on the positives and ignored the negatives. This included reading the book thrown at them and getting even more insane ghost hunting ideas as a result.

So now they were in new jersy tracking down the The Jersy Devil because: 'according to the book, it was good mental health to have a positive mindset with a goal' and 'he's gotta be a ghost Danno, how else do you explain the stories?' (Danny: "literally anything else but a ghost!")

What could be considered a positive was they had apparently dismantled the dream catcher, judging by the familiar parts found stacked by the lab doors everytime he or jazz had tried to look in on their parents. what they had done with the parts later however, danny didn't know.

He stared vacantly out of the window until something caught his eye, a city limits sign:

Now entering Gotham!

'Crap!' Thought danny, he knew batman didn't like outsiders but he especially didn't like meta outsiders who's rogues followed after them. Considering how he had left, skulker at the very least would probably start chasing after him.

"Dad, why are we in gotham? I thought we were after the jersy devil?" Jack just laughed "we are my boy! What better place for a ghost to hide then gotham, he even has the inhabitants fooled by calling himself the Batman! We're not fooled though, that ecto scum isn't getting away from us!"

Danny frozen in shock, felt the dam in his mind finally breaking, he took a deep breath to calm himself and was rubbing his face in his hands before responding calmly...

"I'm not bailing you two out of jail when this blows up in your face... and I'm definitely not intervening when the justice league comes after you. Can you drop me off somewhere near a library? I don't want to be implicated in this and honestly, I need to catch up on the school work I'm missing out on because you dragged me here".

Maddie, confused about Danny's frigid mood smiled and tried to offer him an ectoblaster "what are you talking about dear? We're not committing crimes, its a scientific study. Besides, You're already a genius in the scientific community! Are people giving you a hard time about it?"

Danny swatted away the blaster and glared at his mother, replying icily: "genius? I was in one magazine about communicating with Delilah the purple backed gorilla, I'm barely passing school because you both keep causing me so much trouble, and nothing about your 'scientific study' would 'ever!' pass an ethics board. Now let me out or I'll let myself out!"

"Nonsense Danno, it's easy to graduate public school, i did and i was barely there when your mother and i weren't hunting ghosts. besides, we need an extra gunner to help us catch the damn ghost, especially if he has backup in the area!"

'Theyre not going to listen' danny thought angrily, if they were willing to attack the gotham vigilantes on a ridiculous idea, then they were too far gone and would not be going down quietly, 'no way in the realms am i going down with them!'

-

As part of one fluid motion, danny, looking out the front window to gauge his timing and safety, unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the chair to maddies confusion and punched the emergency eject button above the GAV door.

The door hatch forced itself open in a tearing of metal as it tried to deploy both a slide and a inflatable water raft painted with the fenton logo and jacks face. Both were torn away by a street pole catching them.

Danny, grabbing the detatched door frame stepped out of the vehicle without a second look at his parents. The plate door landed, letting danny surf across the road drawing a wave of sparks as it was drastically slowed down from the high speed GAV.

The curb came up quickly catching the door and danny jumped away, gracefully tucking and rolling as he hit the pavement, proceeding to rise and move into a side street away from the surprised pedestrians with limited loss of momentum.

In true gothamite tradition they quickly lost interest as danny didn't seem to be a new villain attacking them and wrote it off as just a 'wayne kid' kidnapping attempt.

Danny weaved through the side streets making sure his parents wouldn't be able to catch him, his first job was to find the library, he needed the resources for his classwork and his parents were too dense to actually try and find him there.

Three inquiries of passers-by later (and two shut down mugging attempts) danny reached the gotham library within an hour or so, the cool quiet confines beckoned him to relax.

Danny reached the front desk and called to the librarian on duty, a red head woman in a wheelchair typing away at her computer "excuse me ms, I was wondering if there's a police hotline to get information directly to the batman?"

The woman looked up at him and quirked an eyebrow in amusement "more urgent the dialing 911?"

Danny snorted at the bizzare knowledge that was his parents "if I wanted to get laughed at and marked as a prank caller sure, my parents are considered crackpots in general, mad scientists at best, with emphasis on the 'mad', is there a number?"

-

Barbara stared at the guy waiting at her desk, he was calm but seemed resigned to something troubling him. "I could ask around but most contact with the bats goes through commisioner Gordon or Bruce wayne, would you like me to try and get a number?"

The guys face scrunched up in distaste at Bruce's name "ew, I'd rather not deal with rich frootloops if possible, you never know whats in their basements. does the commissioner have a number I can call?"

Barbara chuckled in amusement, quickly sound-byting the conversation to the family group chat "you don't know who I am do you?"

Danny didn't even blink before responding "you're the pretty red head librarian who reminds me of my sister, so hopefully your not a rogue in disguise. other then that its not my business, can you contact him or not? we've got time till sundown and the batman comes out, but notifying him sooner is better then later".

Barbara still grinning pulled out her phone and dialled a number, Jim answered his daughters number after the second ring "oh thank you for the distraction from paperwork, what's up?"

"Hey dad, I've got someone here who wants to talk to the commisioner about urgent information for the batman, think you can help?" There was a dramatic sigh from the phone "and here I thought you were calling just to say hello, are they on the level?"

"Well... he looks like wayne-bait but doesn't trust rich people, also said his parents are considered mad scientists, might be related"

The line was filled with a deep groan "ohhh christ, I think I know who it is... *sigh* put him on".

Slightly concerned, she handed danny the phone who held it awkwardly, not used to the thin smartphone. Silently she tapped into the line.

"Hello?"

"Hi, this is Jim Gordon, am I right in assuming you're Daniel Fenton? I've been getting traffic reports on your parents driving for the last hour".

Danny sighed "yes, that's them sir, Dannys fine. just so you know, it's gonna get worse before they stop".

"Worse then driving a tank at high speeds through packed gotham streets? We've already got squad car's in pursuit" Danny looked Barbara in the eyes as he replied

"here's where i get marked as a prank caller sir... worse like they are actual ghost hunters and now think the jersy devil is a ghost... and that it's also batman" Barbara, thinking of Boston brand held in a snort but the amusement drained as she looked at the seriousness of dannys face.

"I don't know if you get news from amity Park Illinois commissioner, if you did you would know theres a weather report segment regarding if my parents are out driving... the ghosts there are the real deal and can cause physical damage, worse is the fact that my parents have weapons capable of harming people and destroying buildings in their pursuit of ghosts, Worse is they blame the damage they cause on the ghosts theyre hunting".

"I... see, any suggestions?"

"Yeah, Tasers won't work through their hazmat suits and I would suggest meta dampening collars but honestly, they'd break them down for parts before you could blink. they will not listen to you unless they think you believe in their ideology and the GAV can pretty much survive tank rounds"

Danny took a long breath and let it out before continuing "look, anyone whose died for more then a minute or two will start to show up on their scanners, they'll be searching hotspots like graveyards or old houses for the big sensor spots. I'd ask that you don't listen to their ideology regarding ghosts because my parents have caused enough damage to the undead that I'm failing high school trying to keep the peace... oh!"

Danny twitched as if he'd remembered something important "I apologise in advance, I know batman doesn't like meta's in the city but I wasn't given a choice in the matter. Unfortunately some of the amity park ghosts might follow me to gotham, if it happens I'll try and get them out of town before they can cause harm, but I'm more into damage control then making people happy".

[postmoderntongues]

Its hard when somebody very very close to you has done something unspeakable. There's grief. There's cherished memories and love that doesnt always just evaporate on the spot like you think it will. Even when you yourself are their victim sometimes part of you needs to keep the relationship going if only so you can segment a small fantasy world where your earth and entire sense of trust and reality wasn't shattered. I have a real good friend accused of some real heavy stuff atm and not the cool kind either the kind where if its true i hope somebody kills him and i haven't contacted him since finding out and will never look at him the same but i haven't blocked him and i wouldn't be unkind if he reached out to me because he was real with me when a lot of people weren't and showed me love and took me in and protected me in a lot of really bad situations i knew i was okay because the scariest person there loved me like only another CPTSD Cluster B can and hes done things that have completely changed HOW i saw him and there are certain boundaries ill always keep up to protect myself bc hes a bad guy but like honestly even if he does wind up getting locked up technically the Christian thing to do would be send him a letter or two a month and some good paperbacks like ive had friends and family who like got caught up in some BAD shit of all kinds my whole life I have guys whose weddings i was the flower girl in who are like i cannot stress this enough but literally what most people picture when they try to justify prison being substandard living situations and not just loss of free movement throughout the community and containment of people too dangerous to participate.

Especially when you are a trauma survivor, its tempting to process them facing justice as "their trauma" When you already know somebody had done a lot of really bad things and maybe some potentially soul-damning ones now and they've only ever been really good to you and even protected you from other people who would have committed damnable crimes of their own against you if he hadn't intervened its hard to just disown somebody no matter how bad the thing is you'd be surprised with where you think your line is compared to where it actually is if its there at all once real shit goes down with somebody you been through real shit with.

My evangelical-raised religious trauma/psychosis is telling me god is testing the strength of my belief in carrying out his commands in my personal life however i can and the strength of the capacity for love that I claim to possess. I don't think that's a feeling that secular people dont also experience in some way and just word differently as a trauma reaction to finding out somebody you loved and trusted did to somebody the worst thing that was ever done to you.

Tory deserves patience right now and space to heal and i hope she isn't bullied into making a statement before she is in a place to and has fully processed it but she deserves compassion and grace right now to cope and process this in her own time and we might not agree in political theory with every choice she makes under the intoxication of such intense grief from a political theory point of view but shes not a politician shes some lady who made really good art about her PTSD. You don't know until it is you and it feels different and the way you handle it is different every time. Sometimes psychological survival is more of a matter of coping adequately rather than responding correctly. Sometimes psychological survival looks selfish or includes a stage of denial or bargaining or misplaced anger/blame. Whatever Tory does, however she responds, give her grace. Immediate responses aren't permanent long term most of the time anyway.

Also people are already trying to bring Amanda Palmer down with him, she was a mentally ill woman in a marriage to a known abuser do you think she wasn't the one woman he didn't abuse when she was the one he had the most formal permission to? How many of even our own powerless zero-influence fathers managed that? Was she an accomplice/enabler or can we recognize that even among successful artists abused wives live in silence and terror. How many of our mothers lived like that? She wasn't Karla Homolka, she was a mentally ill woman who for all we know barely escaped without something horrible happening to her (if nothing horrible happened that we just dont know of which isnt impossible either). Fear can coerce somebody into silence about very big secrets, sometimes the worse the secret the scarier it is to think about doing anything but keeping it. Amanda Palmer is more than likely another of his victims, not some kind of art scene Myra Hindley.

god, the details in that new Nail Gaiman story are revolting. He is gross, he is a violent rapist, he is trash

trust me when I tell you that unless you have intensely morbid curiosity, you don't need to read it. It is stomach-churning in a very real way. But tbh I think he should probably drop dead.

I feel awful for his fans and the people in his life who thought he was a different kind of person. Tori Amos' recent interview on this made me so sad for her and others who felt like they knew someone only to realize they really, really didn't. I'm devastated for her who made neil her child's godparent,because no matter how close you think you are to someone and how well you think you know them and how long you've known them -- Billy Joel was spot on when he wrote "The Stranger" because EVERYONE has a Stranger that no one knows but themselves. You can never truly, truly know someone.

Amanda Palmer, though? Thoroughly unsurprised that she seemed to be at the very least complicit. She has always given off the most rancid of vibes.

[moeblob]

What if I straight up didn't explain myself? What if I just said trust me on this? Would you?

[front-facing-pokemon]