#Me when I'm inarticulate

[graphic--horde]

Minecraft stamps bcs I'm imploding

[campingwiththecharmings]

me: *is a writer*

also me: *can only ever seem to think of one way to say 'thank you' to the people who are kind enough to comment on my fics 🥲*

[mageofquandrix]

Ways the Biden Administration has helped the Rural America

I'm from rural NC and grew up in extreme poverty. I don't live there anymore, but I feel sick seeing the aftermath of the hurricane. I've been to some of the places in those photos. I'm so glad that so many people care and are trying to help. Thank you.

However, I've seen posts about the devastation that are saying that the Biden administration has done nothing for the rural South, and even some that seem to encourage people not to vote.

I am hoping this is high emotion and misinformation speaking. But it is incorrect.

To be extremely clear: voting against their interests, voter misinformation, and voter disenfranchisement is part of why so much of the rural South is struggling so much.

The Biden Admin has already approved Federal funding to NC, including the Eastern Band of Cherokee Indians.

A reminder, Republicans voted AGAINST disaster relief funding, even after requesting it for their own states.

Also, the Biden admin has invested a ton in rural communities:

Here's a really good tumblr post that talks about a lot of it.

Here's a list of ways that the Biden admin has invested in rural communities.

"Biden-Harris Administration Delivers on its Promises to Invest in Rural People, Climate-Smart Solutions, and America’s Food System"

"Biden-Harris Administration Invests in Rural Communities to Lower Energy Costs and Create Jobs in 39 States and Guam as part of Investing in America Agenda"

Also! We're getting these severe hurricanes because of climate change, which Republicans deny!

They also want to get rid of/privatize the National Weather Service and NOAA! You know what the rural south can't afford? Paying to find out if a hurricane is coming!

During Covid, a lot of Rural NC had to just CLOSE SCHOOLS with no distance education because they students didn't have good enough internet and/or didn't have devices to use. I know people who just didn't have second semester senior year. The Biden admin are funding getting high speed internet to rural and Tribal communities. The Trump admin wants to disband the Department of Education which WILL NOT HELP!

Also, here's an article on the ways the Trump Administration has failed rural America.

I'm not good at this sort of thing, so I'm just going to end with this google search (sorry for the LMGTFY sarcasm) if you want to read more.

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

me: heehoo goofy kid's site comic monster dog man who made me a furry, he's a sweetie but he'll Murder if he feels it's called for and also his art is funny sometimes

me thinking about the fact that bruno was sixteen when he and his front door were the only things standing between his neighbors and lynching his family: Gets an Actual Lump in My Throat

[brown-little-robin]

it's kinda comforting to me when my friends are a little annoying or longwinded or abrasive or tired and inarticulate, or they don't do the exact politest thing in every interaction, and stuff, because I know I'm sometimes annoying, or take up a more than my share of conversational space, or forget to ask them questions, etc etc, and... like, I'm always working to be nice to my friends and to get better and better at friend-ing, but it just makes me feel more human about it :}

anyway I love you friends plz know I'm not counting, in fact I feel great affection toward you even (especially) when conversations go less than Perfectly Ideal

[calisources]

𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂, 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋, 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All sentences have been taken from different media to be compiled into a list. This is not a meme for minors, the content here goes from mild to highly sexual, topics like dominance, submissive, bondage,praise kink and breeding are all present so discretion is key. Change names, pronouns, locations as you see fit.

You are perfect. And now you wear my mark, your ass is mine.

Tie me up, please…

Kiss me hot,heavy,wet & angry with that attitude like you do when your mouth yells it hates me but your tongue screams it can’t wait for me.

Let me undress your body, caress your skin and wetly massage your mind back into making love to me again.

They wanted her. They all loved her. And they wanted to keep her.

A little vanilla never hurt anybody.

If you have any sense you’ll stay away from him.

Touch me, like this, like a good girl.

That’s it, use your tongue. 

I'd planned to have you on your bed the first time, but maybe I should take you here, by the mirror, so you can see how splendid we are together.

I’m not going to deny that I want to fuck you. I cannot do anything else, But I will say that I have plans for you if you say yes.

I’ll fuck you so good, for so long that the only thing you’ll crave is my hands on your skin, my cock deep in your pussy.

I want a second serving of you. I’m hard just thinking of your perfect breasts and hard nipples.

As much as I appreciate that, right now you’re all I want to eat.

Now will you please sit on my face already?

You are corrupting me, Theo.

But you like being corrupted, don't you, sweet girl?

The destruction of something beautiful can appear so entertaining.

If women were totally satisfied with their sexual and lovemaking experiences, women would welcome the lovemaking experience as much as men.

I want to learn from you. Teach me what you know.

Once I make you mine, you will be mine forever. I will call you and you will come, in more ways than one.

What have I taught you? Show me, sweet girl.

Use your thighs, ride like it’s your last day on this earth.

I been aching to be inside you since we met, you devil woman.

Hands braced against the wall, and open your legs.

You tasted sweet, like oranges, liquid sunshine in my mouth.

I need you. Every pore of my being is begging. This is what we do.

The things I want from you, darlin’, will give you nightmares, ones like you’ve never had before.

If you could read my mind, I’m pretty sure you’d either be traumatized, sexually aroused or both.

The nicer you treat her outside the bedroom, the naughtier it will get inside the bedroom.

Sex is a part of nature. I go along with nature.

That’s it. You can take a lot more, don’t you? Hold on to me.

If you behave, I’ll let your hands go and touch me.

I love your skinny legs, and what's between them.

 I don't want words, but inarticulate cries.

All you have to do is beg, and I will give you what you want.

I want you splayed out on the table like my own personal feast.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.

You make the sweetest little noises. But I need you to be louder, let everyone know.

It's like an itch, isn't it? You can feel it in your throat. You want to scream for me.

Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I've been here. Only me. You are mine.

I felt like an animal, and animals don't know sin, do they?

And ye whimper under me, and struggle as though you wanted to get away, and I know it's only that you're struggling to come closer, and I'm fighting the same fight.

I can help you with that.

Forgetting him. Moving on. I’m okay with being your rebound. I’ve already said that I want you.

You’ll give yourself to me? Let me take control? Let me send you over the edge of ecstasy time and again until you awaken?

Possess. Have. Hold. Enjoy. Control. Dominate. Pick your verb, Ms. Fairchild. I intend to explore so very many of them.

I feel claimed.

You’re so primed. I can feel that hot little pussy clenching around me every time I move a muscle or say a word.

Yeah, arch your back so I can look at you going nice and tight around my fingers.

Pet, I give you permission to be as vocal as you wish, because I am going to blow your mind in a few minutes and I want to hear how much you enjoy the ride.

If you want me to touch you, all you have to do is ask. It would be my pleasure -  and yours.

Watch me make love to you.

I'd like to bite that lip.

I want you sore, baby.

I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you.

There is no room in my body for anything but you.

Eat me, drink me; thirsty, cankered, just take me as I am.

I live for sex. I celebrate it, and relish the electricity of it, with every fibre of my being.

I’m not wearing anything underneath. Want to see?

You will be staying here until I’ve deemed it safe for you to go back to your life. Do you understand me?

Dominate you? Yes. Master you? yes. Make you yield to what you want, make you surrender to who you truly are? Yes.

Why don’t you scream my name? Let every other man and woman who you belong to.

I don’t want to think, I just want to feel.

I taught you everything you know. Every man after me is just a shadow of what I did to you.

I knew you could be a good girl.

You were fucking made for me.

God is not gonna save you from me, baby.

My mouth wants you, I want to feel you in my mouth, way down in my mouth.

I am moist between the legs.

I came three times. During sex. 

Do you know all the ways a Lady can be seduced? The things I could teach you?

You stay right where daddy puts you, baby girl.

Wait until you taste her. She is fucking delicious.

Lick my fingers and feel how wet you are.

Are there big, bad monsters in the woods who want to eat me up?

Right there, don’t stop. I can feel it. 

Please come in me, I don’t care, I want to feel you.

Where do you want it, baby girl? Your cunt, your mouth or your neck?

Close your eyes and relax. One kiss. I don’t bite.

Seriously? In the morning, again? 

You said to rest but I can feel you hard against my back. 

You can do all the rest sweet, let me take care of you.

I want you to fuck me, Chris.

A little playful banter never hurt — or did it?

One should always explore something, before one goes in deeper.

Come here and undress me.

How am I supposed to do my job when all I can think about is getting back to you?

Someone could walk in on us. 

Better be good and come fast, then. Or everyone will see you begging for more.

I can imagine my hands getting your fucking clothes off right now.

Do not shy away from the sensations I create, Cherry Blossom. Take pride in them, as I do.

Am I doing it good, baby? Just like you taught me? 

Tell me I’m a good girl. Your only girl. 

When I come, I come for you. Because of you and your mouth, hands, and insatiable little cunt.

My tongue, my fingers, my cum inside you. Just you and me, Eva. Intimate and raw.

How many have been with you ever since? Or no one compared? Tell me.

Show me then. I demand that you show me. That’s an order.

[hotwaterandmilk]

I try very hard to provide accurate information on this blog, but I am going to ask for your kindness and understanding going forward for when I do make what appears to be silly little mistakes or omissions.

My neurological condition has attacks of pretty intense severity and in the lead up to these I can get very... inarticulate. I struggle with typos, word confusion, or expressing my thoughts clearly. Often, these issues start before the more obvious symptoms appear, so I may not realise I'm making these mistakes until after an episode is over.

So yesterday when I posted about the Correyui merch I had to go back and re-edit that post a half dozen times because I kept mixing things up and leaving things out and... it's tough.

I hold myself to a high standard with everything I post, but I also need to acknowledge that, no matter how hard I try, mistakes will happen. This condition is ultimately beyond my control — all I can do is manage my symptoms as best I can and ask for your continued understanding.

If I miss something or mess up please just let me know. I’m always open to being corrected when I’ve made a mistake. I would just appreciate a polite message or note so I can make the appropriate amendments. I ask that you aren’t rude or mocking, I’m only human at the end of the day and I’m trying to navigate these additional limitations in my life.

Thank you so much.

[thewertsearch]

TG: so you admit you were stalling with all that bullshit TT: I said not entirely. TG: what do you mean TT: It's going to be a long ride through all this nothingness. TT: Maybe I just thought some company would be nice. TT: Before it's all over.

...I'm honestly kind of inarticulate, at this point.

This is just a deeply fucked-up situation - but at the same time, it's proving to be one of the most heartwarming scenes in the comic. Bittersweet might be the best way to describe it.

TT: I'll wake you, but only if you promise to rejoin the others. TT: Could you give a message to John for me?

I'm too weepy for theories, at the moment.

“I’m sorry.” is the best and only guess I have.

TG: if im promising not to chase you down then theres not really any hurry to wake up TT: Aw, are you sure? TT: I was looking forward to bowling another wicked googly with the yarn. TT: Sportsways. TG: nah ill stay asleep a while

Dave! <3

Dang it, dude. You’re getting dangerously close to S-Tier on the strength of this conversation alone.

Something tells me this ain’t no ghost.

Well, kids? Are you next?

TG: im stuttering this dude is making me nervous TT: You don't remember him? TG: no

You might not remember him, but one of your altselves died by his hand. It sounds like there’s some very slight memory bleed between the two Daves – just enough to give him goosebumps here, as some primal part of him remembers what if felt like to be stabbed.

This actually has some fairly wide-reaching implications, if true. For example, if Dave can remember his altself’s experiences, what’s stopping the Scratched kids from remembering their previous lives? Even if the memories are only processed as vague ‘feelings’, it would still be very interesting for Reboot!John and co. to be thrust into a session which is both new, and hauntingly familiar.

We might have seen this phenomenon before, actually.

Typheus!John seemed awfully emotional when he first laid eyes on Dad. I guess he was dimly aware that the man had been kidnapped by imps, but there might have been something else going on, too.

Was it possible that a fragment of his soul was aware that, somewhere far, far, away, a terrible fate had befallen his father?

[dogiperson]

Cause we found ourselves in quite a situation

And when I'm by your side I feel elation

You kiss me slow but without hesitation

You threw me straight into inarticulation

[ronearoundblindly]

A celebration prompt!! 🥳

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Curtis Everett + there’s only one bed AU 👀 Emphasis on the AU because Snowpiercer is depressing AF 🤣❤️

womp womp, this got 🌶️🌶️🌶️ but perhaps in a tamer way than you think?? whatever happened, i want it. let's leave it at that.

regional political candidate!curtis x staffer!reader

Warnings for smut (act surprised, I dare you), dry-humping, woah-nessie sexual tension, realistic concerns about stains lol, and my knowing the poli-ladder only from watching West Wing, sorry. MINORS DNI. Youngins, you can find plenty to read on my Light Masterlist, but not this! WC 1608

It's a simple mistake.

When Pete called to book for your group of four people (because Mr. Everett is running a very small campaign to keep it very personal for this rural tour), the older woman who owns the tiny B&B heard "a family of four" and held only two rooms. The old, converted mansion doesn't have connecting suites or a basement full of cots to request. There's naught but a high-backed chair in the corner other than the single queen-sized bed against the other wall, and considering you heard Tommy exclaim, "two twins, you gotta be kidding me," no better options exist.

There's three grown men and you. That's it. So either two six-footers struggle--you know what? This isn't your fault, it's just one night, and the hour is too late already.

You don't care anymore.

If Mr. Everett says nothing, you won't say anything. Better to suck it up now instead of ruin the rotation of who bunks with whom. Your boss and candidate is professional enough under all sorts of pressure. It will be fine.

He lets you use the bathroom first, and you immediately get into your comfy (but ample coverage) pajamas, hydrate, wash, moisturize, and brush quickly. No need to make a whole show of being the only woman. Believe it, they know.

"All yours," you announce, reorganizing your bag to have tomorrow's necessities up top.

He simply grunts while flipping through the factory info for the morning meet-and-greet.

As casually as you can, you setup on the farther side of the bed so as not to block him from his suitcase and review the schedule on your phone, resetting your alarm for the right time based on driving distance to the first stop. You get lost in the whole process for a while then look up to see Mr. Everett throwing a blanket over himself in the chair as if he's going to sleep right there, sitting up.

"Sir, you can't do that."

"Why not? I'm tired and I'm here and it's cushioned," he grumbles, purposefully being inarticulate because you've mentioned more than once that he mumbles when answering 'stupid questions.' "We've had a long enough day, you should call me 'Curtis' or I'll make you ride in the backseat."

"Curtis, then," you respond, "if you sleep in that chair, you will look more like shit than you already do. I will put concealer on you. Do not test me."

He gives you the stink eye, contemplating his options, and eventually tosses the blanket off to slide onto the mattress beside you.

It creaks fiercely. You and Curtis make faces at the sounds but don't say anything more about it. He tucks an arm under his head, stretching out with his feet completely off the bed, and after another minute or so, you click off the bedside lamp and turn over to fall fast asleep, the bunched up quilt in between you as a barrier, and the slightly wonky fan above you sounding like a distant warp engine.

You don't know what actually woke you. You didn't startle from a dream, didn't have a feeling of fallen, or feel any movement around you. You're not too hot or too cold. You're just right and...weighted down...but not?

You yawn and blink to focus, stiffening when you realize the weight is Curtis's arm across your waist and your own leg is tossed over his hip. Your boss's head is pressed into your chest, the buzzed hairs prickling through the fabric of your pajama top.

The quilt you probably each thought the other was is wadded near your feet, precariously ready to fall off the bed entirely.

He must not have been in this position for long because the arm he's laying on (your arm) isn't numb yet. Your other arm is draped over his on you, hand hanging off the edge of his tricep.

It's very...comfortable.

You've never really seen Curtis's arms. He always wears button-downs and at least 3/4 sleeve shirts, but tonight, his t-shirt is loose and stretched out, rolled up by tossing, turning, and gravity. He's not tan--he's never tan--but it's so dark in the room that his pale skin only slightly differs from the charcoal of the clothes and near-black of his hair. You can see enough though.

Even with his body relaxed, the muscles of his arm are thick, prominent, pushing veins to the surface like a road map to victory for you to study--

Nope. NO! Bad brain!

You need to find a way to untangle yourself from your boss without embarrassing yourself, or him, or your inner horny gremlin now enjoying the slight, involuntary clench of his fingers in the small of your back. The sudden tickle of that makes you jerk forward, grabbing the arm already in your hand for stability.

Shit.

So much for subtlety.

Curtis rouses, inhaling deeply where his nose is practically lodged between your breasts, and begins to straighten out, lifting his head slowly. The move is not enough to knock your leg off of him. In fact, his shuffling places his top knee directly in the middle of your thighs.

The gravelly way he says your name, sleepy, hopeful, questioning, calling...it's so sexy, it stops you in your tracks.

His lashes flutter against your chin as his beard drags over your arm, and Curtis looks up at you.

The dark obscures any nuance you could discern from his expression, leaving your breath to catch like a caged animal desperate to be free. Your heart hums in anticipation while you wait for an apology, or a scolding, or disgust, anything but what you want, what he actually does next.

His hips roll forward, elongating his spine so his lips can reach yours. The kiss is tender and heated.

Stunned, your reactions--though excited--seem jumpy in comparison to the assured and casual way Curtis devours you, so slowly, so confident, but you're never held down or shut up. Each time he closes what few gaps remain between you, there's a pause, a chance for you to voice some concern, to halt him.

Curtis doesn't trap you; he cradles you.

Without words, you know he's wanted this, but you don't know for how long. The most you know of his personal life is women don't come and go like a revolving door. He's not a fuck-and-fuck-off type, but in your wildest--most suppressed--dreams, you never imagined he'd be so intense and devoted from the first kiss.

You're both still clothed, for christ's sake.

Unrushed, the hand at your back goes from teasing the strip of skin exposed above your waistband to tugging you up his leg. Higher and higher you rock, bit by bit so that the creaky springs don't give away what's happening in the dark.

He feels so wonderful, and he's sure to make you feel him everywhere, the only words he offers whispered against your swollen lips warn that you're moaning, gasping too loudly.

"Be good."

You run your hands over the soft bristle of his hair and nod, ghosting a 'yes, sir' before grinding into the bulge he's perfectly positioned, hips maneuvered to seat perfectly between yours, both arms encircling you perfectly.

So fucking perfect in that intense, quiet, dark way.

The rippling buzz of the ceiling fan drowns out the pleased rumble from Curtis's chest, but the vibrations seep from his skin to yours.

You're climbing high, wet enough for your bottoms to stick in place while the bulbous head of his cock grows distinct through damp fabric.

He holds you, grips your ass to keep you exactly where you need to be, muttering "come on, come on" in a demanding, wrecked tone more devastating than any fantasy you've ever had. He peppers your neck and jaw with kisses because the quick little movements keep your lips from aligning. Concentrating on staying silent delays the inevitable, but not for long.

Though you want that praise, those phrases that could wash you slowly back down to Earth, you still relish his touch, those broad shoulders you hang onto, those large hands bracing you during impact. He's everywhere.

Curtis steadily relaxes as your own breathing settles.

A lone groan precedes his "I--I'll be right back," and just like that you're left alone in the bed, straining to hear after the bathroom door shuts.

Worry sets in.

Have you crossed a line? Well, more of a line or one you didn't know about?

You roll over to your other side, watching the shadowy leaves and swaying branches through the window, bathed in dim moonlight, until there's a flush and a literal washing sound behind you. Your whole body dips when he climbs back in.

Curtis has brought the quilt back up, lays it over you both, and curls around you.

The renewed warmth makes you keen, a whimper of peaceful pleasure escaping you, louder than all the rest that was said and done.

He props himself up, leaning to press a gentle kiss to your cheek.

"I will do--" his beard grazes the shell of your ear "--anything you ask of me. Always have," he breathes, "always will."

Curtis tucks in behind you again, weighty arm lacing beneath yours, deflating the worry filling your chest.

"But let's go to sleep now," he grumbles, "and make sure tomorrow there's a king...that doesn't shriek like a banshee."

"Condoms, too," you add before your eyes shut and your brain realizes.

That pleased rumble still gets drowned out by the fan, but you feel it anyway.

Because he's everywhere, and you're his everything.

[Main Masterlist; Sleepover Masterlist]

A/N: I'm fine. I can live without him. I'm fine. ::dies::

@supraveng @patzammit @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @yiiiikesmish @ashesofblackroses @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory @brandycranby @buckysprettybaby @ellethespaceunicorn @late-to-the-party-81 @bigtreefest @mistressmkay @astheskycries @veryprairieberry @rogersbarber @blogbog710 @yenzys-lucky-charm @thiquefunlover63

[carnalconcinnity]

I relate to and feel represented by Towa heavily in that he exhibits Schizoid Personality Disorder unlike any character I've seen before. It was in my head for a while but I couldn't get a hold of Slow Damage to find the evidence for it myself until now, I sort of just used to look at Towa, squint my eyes and mouth the words 'I'm onto you'.

This will be a long, indulgent post, I have not finished said game and will probably update when I do especially after Madarame and Fujieda's route. This is based on patterns I've seen so far in the game as well as some spoilers I came across. Read at your own... something or other.

SzPD's main characteristic is the lack of interest or ability to form relationships. Towa is on the side of a lack of interest rather than ability. One way I see SzPD in him is socially, he's indifferent and blunt or when he makes an attempt to spare feelings he's evasive, he maintains this distance with everyone around him. He doesn't chase after romance; sex and pain are stimuli that allow him to feel something beyond crippling apathy. It doesn't stop there though.

When he wants to, Towa knows how to adapt, negotiate and manipulate others. This can often come as second nature to many with SzPD, not out of malicious intent but through a way to protect themselves by setting the relationships they do make on their own terms. He interchanges between inarticulateness and eloquence according to Akhtar's Profile, selectively choosing what he gives away and what he keeps to himself.

Finally, Towa's art model in the moment, whoever it may be, can easily be considered his 'interest person'. Again referring to Akhtar's profile, those with SzPD can be capable of excitement with carefully selected people and likewise they tend to have a penchant towards typically darker and unconventional things as a form of coping. Combine those two and you have Towa's heightened interest in the selected few when he unravels their darkest desires.

A second way I see SzPD is through his feelings of unreality, schizoids tend to be seen as 'detached observers', there's a lack of motivation or drive beyond the few things they want to do. Towa doesn't hold any long-term ambitions and has no real sense of urgency over anything, he's often dragged outside by others around him or if he bar-hops and searches for hookups. He also holds a sense of grandiosity towards his indifferent observation, the line that stuck out to me the most was when he said to himself, 'All the more proof that life was easier when you didn't care about anything.' A view you will often see from Schizoids time and time again in response to other people's emotionally charged issues.

Towa sometimes dehumanizes himself, describing himself as a 'single minded robot' when painting, playing a role when granting his art model's wish like he did for Asakura or by referring to 'Human Beings' as though he isn't one of them. Obviously as a child Towa was horrifically abused and treated like a 'thing' instead of a person and a result of that he has a weak sense of self, he has a tendency to cave in around more dominant personalities. This can be another thing that goes hand in hand with SzPD, entering into a 'Master/Slave' type dynamic in social relationships (SchizoidVision has a post on this concept, here) As I've explored, Towa has the faculties to play the 'master' in these dynamics like with his art models but he takes a 'slave' role with the main leads that hold the potential to lead into even worse dehumanization in the bad endings.

Thirdly, a way I see Schizoid in him is through his emotions plain and simple, he hardly expresses strong emotions or reactions to anything and everyone sees him similarly, that he's aloof or uncaring. It shows even more in how he doesn't care for social validation, praise or criticism does virtually nothing. He sometimes feels accomplishment for finding his inspiration to paint but Rei ends up being the one posting it on Roost's blog. He isn't dependent on other people's opinions whatsoever. A huge part of SzPD traits.

Finally, the use of his internal fantasy and how it obsessively consumes his time. When he begins painting he becomes utterly immersed to the point he neglects food or sleep, you can't snap him out of it forget any sort of practical responsibilities. This reflects in SzPD in how daydreams tend to consume a lot of schizoid's lives, often preferring it over reality. It can interfere heavily with day to day tasks, I can say there's multiple times I haven't left my room, eaten or slept over a period of time when I get an urge to create something or lose myself in my own head.

Overall, there's so many boxes he ticks so far it's as if he's become the box himself. I connect with him a lot for these reasons and he can easily be considered a major comfort character and face for my page, plus somehow I find the time and dedication to write this essay when I have my abandoned assignments just begging me to make a start on them. (I won't until I feel like it.)

[creatingblackcharacters]

Re: this post

Could you tell me which slur is it? I'm not very familiarized with these words in english so i get confused when people vaguely refer to them

I get it why if you wouldn't like to, though

😅 yeah ngl, I kind of don't want to tell you, because the last thing I need is for this slur to get resurrected and violently used against Black people, though people practically say it without saying it atp.

But on the OTHER hand, if people are resorting to "affectionately" calling raccoon furries "Coons", a conversation is desperately needed in these furry spaces and beyond.

The coon caricature is one of the most insulting of all anti-black caricatures. The name itself, an abbreviation of raccoon, is dehumanizing. As with Sambo, the coon was portrayed as a lazy, easily frightened, chronically idle, inarticulate, buffoon.

Read the whole thing!

[lisenberry]

John Price is the sort of man to bend you into positions you had no idea you could even do

“John- John! Please I can’t-“

“Shhh sweet girl, look, your knees are already next to your head yeah? just hook… fuck you look fuckin filthy like this..”

Thank you for this good soup!

MDNI/NSFW/18+

Bossy Price is my favorite Price.

The king of talking you through it, and not taking no for an answer, he just wants to see you push past your boundaries a bit and try new things.

"I know it hurts, but just relax. You're doing so good. Just breathe. Big stretch."

The pull of your calves hooking behind your head, and the rough scratch of his hands against the underside of your thighs distract you from the tug of his cock at your exposed opening. You've never been this open before. You feel helpless and...seen.

Especially with him looking at you with wide eyes full of amazement, like you were some marvel painted on a chapel ceiling. Or a masterpiece carved from marble and displayed on a pedestal.

Your own hands uselessly clasping at his arms and fisting the sheets as he spreads you wider and pushes you deeper into the bed.

"I can't, John. It's too much." The strain on your muscles, the threat of fitting all of him at this angle, the weight of his massive body pinning you down.

"You've already done it, love. Just be good and still for me. Just like that. I know you can do it. Deep breath." His words punctuated by the obscene squelch of his thick, ruddy length forging a path inside, inch by inch. "Fuck, love."

Rude and clumsy, like a bull in a china shop, he loses the last thread of control he clung to and buries himself punishingly to the hilt. He calls you filthy and beautiful and just so good for him as he watches your walls soften to accept him with every thrust. Your greedy, tight grip when he drags back out again.

His gruff, inarticulate moans and platitudes fuel you on, bringing you closer and closer to heaven as you finally relax around him and just surrender. The struggle fades away until it's just you and him, and the relentless rhythm rocketing you further as he fucks you through your orgasm and comes hot and messy deep in your core.

When he catches his breath and fetches a towel to clean you up, you try (and fail) to move your legs back down.

"Give me a hand?" You giggle, sleepily when he returns. "I think I'm stuck."

[irrealisms]

ok im gonna pass out now but i transcribed a decent chunk (5 minutes/1k words) of vitalasy & zam's conversation from yesterday! transcript under the cut

Vitalasy: Hi. 

Zam: Hi. Okay. I've got a couple questions for you—

Vitalasy (overlapping): What’s going on?

Zam: I'm a little nervous.

Vitalasy: Okay

Zam: But, yeah. I don't know! Okay. when I think about my, like— my relationship with you on the server, right? it's a little, it's a little complicated, right, it's a little— little tricky, right? you know? We've had a lot of…tension, at times, or a lot of times where I wanted to kill you and you wanted to kill me and of course there was the time where… I ended up betraying you of course, and just— a lot that I've been thinking about a lot recently, and… I just, I don't know. I— I don't know, I just want you to know that… I'm sorry, and that (giggles) I don't know, I, it feels like— I I don't really know how to word this. but like— I don't know. A lot's changed since then, and I wanted you to know that. I really wanted you to know that, you know? I'm very different person now, so. I don't know. (pause) I'm really bad at this whole communicating thing, but, um—

Vitalasy (laughing): I mean, that— that's something that has stayed the same, then.

Zam (also laughing): Yep, yeah. Didn't improve in that r- I mean, I've improved a little bit—

Vitalasy: Maybe it goes both ways here, though.

Zam: Yeah, I don’t know. But, um, I wanted to show you something, okay? Because last time you were on the server, right? it was, like, during the abyss, right? or, I guess—other than this season, of course—but like—it was like, sort of abyss related?

Vitalasy: Yeah.

Zam: After— after you gave all your stuff to Jumper, um, after you gave all your stuff to Jumper and left the server, um… I— and like, she betrayed us, I kind of went on this whole, like, arc where I wanted to blow everything up on the server— specifically your base, um—

Vitalasy (overlapping): Wh— (splutters) I was gone! 

Zam: because I knew it meant a lot to Jum— 

Vitalasy (overlapping): What do you mean?

Zam: Well, it's because— it was to hurt Jumper, specifically, for betraying me, um—

Vitalasy: Okay.

Zam: And, again, a lot has changed since then, I'm not— I don't, that's not who I am anymore, and I want to show you that that's not who I am anymore, (breaks the slab in the corner revealing a water stream going down) so— I've built you a little present—

Vitalasy: Last time I— last time I followed you down a hole, I died.

Zam: (splutters) Th-th—that's not— okay— no,

Vitalasy: Let that be clear.

Zam: Not important! I—I— it's different. It's different this time, there's water and I'm down here. Just come on down! (pause; Vitalasy starts coming down the water stream) You can put your armor on if you want, but I mean, it's fine if you don't, it's cool. But, yeah. I don't know! Derapchu told me that I should build something—or, no, I think it was Kaboodle actually—said that, every single build that I have on the server, or, like, every place that means a lot to me, is, like, out in the open, right? Um, so I wanted to build something that meant a lot to me but wasn’t out in the open, so I've had this little area for like the past couple months and I just come here every now and then whenever I need to think and figure stuff out and I've really wanted to show it to you. for, like, a while now. (pause) So like, yeah.

Vitalasy: Zam.

Zam: mhm? …Cool.

Vitalasy: Cool.

Zam: (laughs) (sniffs) I'm sorry.

Vitalasy: Oh my God—wait. I need to— hold on, my camera is being annoying right now. But—

Zam: mhm. 

(pause)

Vitalasy: Wait (inarticulate noise) Okay. Okay okay okay. 

(pause)

Zam: So, like. Yeah.

Vitalasy: Zam, I don't— I don't know what to— 

(pause)

Zam: What?

Vitalasy: When I think back on my favorite story

Zam: Mhm

Vitalasy: That I've done on lifesteal, 

Zam: Mhm.

Vitalasy: I— think and talk about Eclipse Federation.

Zam: (noise; halfway between an exhale and a ‘hahh’?)

Vitalasy: Without a doubt, like— 

Zam: mhm.

Vitalasy: I talk about it to— we're gonna, (stage whisper/exaggerated weird voice) I talk about it to my admissions officer, um—

Zam: Really?

Vitalasy: For college, yeah

(they both laugh a little)

Zam: Damn!

Vitalasy: Like, this was part of my, my, uh, college application season, ummm—

Zam: (laughs a lot) That's actually really cool. 

Vitalasy: Yeah, like— really, if I'm gonna be so honest, I— I have very few regrets, and… this is not one of them.

Zam: Awwwwwwww.

Vitalasy: I, I don't, I don't regret anything that happened.

Zam: Okay.

Vitalasy: And, um—back then—

Zam: I do. I feel like you were right and I was wrong. But, yeah.

Vitalasy: No! No no no. I don't—I don't—I don't say that as a, I don't regret it because I was right, that's not what I'm trying to say, um—

Zam: I know. But like— I don't know, it's just like, I don't get to see you that often, so—it's just—I really, I wanted you to know that I feel like you were right and that I was wrong, and.

Vitalasy: (laughs) Come on.

Zam: I just like, I just wanted to say that—

Vitalasy: No, no, no. I'm not taking that. No, no, I'm not taking that! Are you kidding me?!

Zam: What do you mean?

Vitalasy: You can't say that! What? (punches Zam)

Zam: Okay…? (laughs) Okay.

Vitalasy: (punches Zam again) ‘Cause that's not true! That's not true.

Zam: Okay.

Vitalasy: I, I hid stuff from you.

Zam: …Uh-huh.

Vitalasy: Like, let that be so clear. And I'm glad we're, we're actually talking about it now— (looks around at the room) it's so weird, ‘cause like my worlds are kind of combining right now, (Zam laughs) but, um— (Vitalasy laughs) uhh

Zam: Yeah. Damn. Yeah, I don't know. I've just— missed you a lot and I'm really glad that you're back. Even if it's only for a little bit. (pause) So yeah.

(pause)

Vitalasy: We should play more. (punches Zam)

Zam: Yeah! That’d be cool, I’d be down. 

Vitalasy: Yeah.

Zam: Yeah, for sure. I would love to see you around more, if you ever—could, I don’t know.

(pause)

Vitalasy: Yeah.

Zam: Yeah.

Vitalasy: We should see each other more. (punches Zam) We should see each other more.

Zam: Okay! I’m cool with that, yeah, of course.

Vitalasy: Yeah yeah yeah.

Zam: I really wanted to—yeah.

Vitalasy: (punches Zam) Let’s talk offstream. I, I think I have a couple ideas.

Zam: Okay, cool! I'm down, yeah. Alright.

[dandylion240]

A/N: I'm going to post the first six chapters of Raelyn's story because it's the day of Jayden and Evan's wedding. Otherwise her story is pretty separate from Jayden and Jonah's stories. If you want to read it, you can find the story on my WP Blog here. I had a BC for Raelyn and Hideaki  was the winner.

“Raelyn” Roan called through the door “others need to use the bathroom.” She hammered the door with another barrage of her fist. Someone cleared their throat nearby. Glancing in their direction she was confronted with the concerned eyes of an anxious merman.

“Go away” Raelyn’s voice called from behind the closed door.

Swiping a hand across her eyes Raelyn tried to staunch the steady flow of tears. “I told you to leave me alone” she snapped as the distinct click of the door opening came to her.

“Have I done something to upset you” Hideaki asked standing by the door uncertainty written on his face as he shifted his weight from side to side

“Have you done something?” she scoffed repeating his words. Hurt flashed in his gentle eyes as he took a step backwards. Pressing the palms of her hands into her eyes she inhaled deeply willing her anger to go away.

“If you want me to leave” he said, his back pressed against the closed door “I will.”

She could hear the sadness in his voice mixed with concern for her. Squeezing her eyes tight she tried to make sense of the warring feelings inside her head. It wasn’t until the click of the door that she realized he was leaving. Fear clutched her heart making her gasp “don’t … go.”

Standing in the doorway, his back towards her, Hideaki stopped. Turning he found here curled on the floor, face buried behind one hand, the other stretched out to him. Her fingers twisting in the air silently begging him to come back.

Taking her hand. He let let the door close behind him as he watched her. An agonized sob filled the room when the door clicked shut galvanizing him into action.

Three steps brought him close enough to grasp her hand. As if pulled by an invisible force she snuggled into him, her chin resting on his chest. His arms wrapped around her trembling body. Kissing the top of her head he murmured “whatever it is you can tell me.”

A strangled sob was her only response as she clung to him. How could she tell him? It’d ruin everything. Her stomach gurgled reminding her of why she’d come in there in the first place. Pushing him away she sank to the floor before the toilet.

Frowning he walked backwards to the door. “I’ll get you sister to help you” he offered as he slid from the room.

Shaking her head at the older girl curled up on the floor Roan sighed. “You can’t hide in here forever,” she said, wetting a washcloth she handed it to her sister. “Wipe your face. Pull yourself together.”

Snatching the cloth from her sister’s hand “I’m not hiding.”

One of Roan's eyebrows shot skyward “what do you call this? You have a hot merman to show off and you’re in here puking.”

“I’m not well” she waved a hand towards the offensive toilet.

“Uh huh” she gave her sister a knowing look. “You haven’t told him ….”

“Told him what” she got up turning to the mirror inspecting the damage to her face.

“Don’t be obtuse” Roan grabbed her shoulders forcing her to turn to look at her. “You’re pregnant, aren’t you?”

Struggling in her sisters grip mumbling “what gives you that idea?”

“Ha” she cried “I’m right.”

“What if you are” she challenged her chin snapping up defiantly.

“I repeat my question” crossing her arms Roan regarded her older sister. “Why are you hiding in here? Go tell him.”

Raelyn’s mouth popped open a moment before snapping shut. Turning to the sink “it’s not the right time.”

“It never is. I remember when I told Xander, he was so happy.” Her head jerked up at the inarticulate sound Raelyn made. “Why haven’t you told Hideaki yet?”

“It’s our brother’s wedding” she stared at her reflection in the mirror like her makeup was the most important problem she had to contend with.

“That’s an excuse and you know it” she cried “what’s the real reason?” She took a step forward gasping when an idea struck her. “You don’t know who the father is. That’s the reason.”

“No” she sniffed “I know he’s the father. I only had….”

“Oh no” Roan shook her head “I watched the show. I know what you did.”

“I did stuff with the others but we didn’t you know” her lips quivered “but what if he doesn’t believe me? What if he doesn’t want kids? What if he….”

“Stop” Roan snapped “you’ll drive yourself crazy with all the what if’s. The only way you’ll know for sure is if you tell him.”

Sniffing she turned towards the door “you’re right. I’ll just go out there and tell him.” Her hand touched the door handle where she froze, breathing hard.

“Go” Roan nudged her forward “be the take charge girl I know you are.”

“Auntie Rae” Eli cried running up to her “are you going marry that guy?”

Following his pointing finger she found herself looking at Hideaki “one day maybe.”

“Is it true he’s a mermaid” he frowned “he doesn’t look like Ariel.”

“Not every mermaid looks like Ariel” she pointed out “besides he’s a merman.”

“Cuz he’s a boy” he asked running towards Hideaki.

After her failed attempt to stop her nephew she found her cheeks burning as she heard the tail end of their conversation. “My Auntie Rae will marry you if you ask her” Eli informed Hideaki.

A smile twitched at his lips. “Did you propose to her for me” he asked looking up at her.

“No” he shook his head “you have to do that. I can’t do everything.”

“You’re right” he agreed standing up “I need to do that myself.” He shook his head slightly as the little boy ran off towards his parents. “Are you feeling better?” he asked, taking Raelyn’s hands.

“For now” she swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry as the words she wanted to say stuck in her throat.

“Oh” he asked, raising an eyebrow at her. “You still look a bit flushed. Would you like to sit down?”

“I’m fine” she snapped irritated with herself that she was having such a difficult time getting the words out. Biting her bottom lip she regretted it immediately when she saw hurt in his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Let’s go outside and talk” he suggested.

Nodding she allowed him to escort her outside. The tenderness in his eyes giving her hope. Just maybe what she had to tell him wouldn’t be the earth shattering event she feared it was.

Wrapping his arms around her slim waist “alright tell me what you need to tell me.”

Leaning into him she took in his scent, memorizing it, like an ocean breeze. “Remember our last date? In the jungle?”

“How could I forget” he leaned forward kissing her lips softly “I fell in love with a wonderful girl.”

“You fell in love with me” she said, looking up at him. “I never expected to feel like this; not in such a short time. I meant it when I said I wanted more than just a date to my brother’s wedding. But” she hesitated fear squeezing the air from her lungs “I need to tell you something that might change how you feel about me.”

“If you’re worried about what you did with the other guys, don’t be” he said running his fingers over her face like he was memorizing it’s contours. "I understand. We weren’t a couple yet. I don’t want to know. I didn’t watch the episodes.”

Stroking his cheek she blinked back tears “I’m pregnant…”

They both jumped when they heard Jonah calling for Raelyn. “Pictures are about to start” he called.

“I’ll be there in a minute” she called back breaking the heavy silence that had fallen between them. There was something in Hideaki’s eyes that sent a shiver of fear to her heart. “Say something… please. I know it’s not what we planned but we could make it work.”

“Rae we need you” Jonah called again.

Clearing his throat Hideaki tried to smile but it felt stiff “you better go. We’ll talk about this later okay?”

“Alright” she stepped back cheeks glistening with tears as she joined her brother. At the door she looked back in time to see Hideaki going through the gate a stricken expression on his face

Isn’t Hideaki coming” Jonah asked surprised that it was just Raelyn beside him.

“Thought you just needed me” she murmured. Her mind still churning over what had just happened between her and Hideaki. She should’ve waited until after the wedding to tell him. She should have explained it better. She was too blunt. Too something and now it was all ruined. Turning towards the door “I’ll get him.”

“You’re needed here” Riley said joining them. “I’ll get him. I won’t be needed for pictures for a while yet.”

“But” she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out. “He probably won’t want to come in.” She looked towards her feet, unable to look into her father’s concerned eyes. “I told him something outside and now he probably hates me.”

“It can’t be that bad” he assured her giving her a quick fatherly hug. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He loves you.”

“Not anymore” she cried “I’m pregnant and he probably thinks the baby isn’t his.”

“You’re pregnant” he gasped shaking his head at his own surprise. “I thought for sure you’d at least get married before you got pregnant.”

“It’s not like I planned it” she grumbled “If I had I’d have done things differently. Daddy what am I going to do if he leaves?”

Lifting her chin up he made sure she was looking at him. “It’s going to be alright. That boy loves you. I’d stake my life on it. He’s not going to leave.”

“I would” her lips trembled “I wouldn’t believe me if I were him. I’m not a nice person. I’m vain and shallow and…”

“Careful you’re talking about my daughter” he chided. “You may be all those things but you also care more than you want to admit. You’re the same girl who took over Evan’s volunteer work while he was missing.”

“Daddy” she looked around afraid someone might overhear them “no one’s supposed to know that.”

“It’ll be our little secret” he leaned forward placing a tender kiss on her forehead. “You’re a better person than you think. Now go. The photographer’s been waiting longer than their patience will allow.”

“What about Hideaki” she half turned towards the door.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get him” he promised.

She tried to give him a smile but it was lost a moment later. “Tell him I’m sorry.”

“I will baby girl even though you have nothing to be sorry for.” He gave her his best dad smile “don’t forget to smile like you mean it.”

“I will. I wouldn’t want to be the one to ruin their wedding pictures” she sniffed watching him go out the door tempted to follow him.

Riley stood a moment. Looking around until he spotted the young man he was searching for. From the expression on the boy’s face he knew the thoughts running through his head were less than pleasant.

“Sir” Hideaki jumped a little upon Riley’s approach “I suppose she told you.”

“She did” he affirmed “she thinks you don’t believe her.”

“Oh” he gasped, his eyes sliding towards the house full of the misery that had been running through his head. “I believe her. If she says the baby’s mine then it is.”

Frowning Riley mulled over his words. The sincerity in the young man’s eyes made him believe he was telling him the truth. “I think you need to tell her that. She’s convinced you’re going to leave.”

“It’s more complicated than that” he covered his face in his hands, shoulder’s sagging.

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[selkiefinalist]

BELATED FIC REC POST

okay last(?) week i was really in the mood to rec some fics and then ran out of energy to actually do it but tonight i have a LAPTOP, i slammed a cup of coffee at 8 p.m., and most importantly have a willing heart, so here is a compilation of the various asks i received:

Fic(s) you could do a whole PowerPoint Presentation on:

generations by talahui (hockey fic, ej/nate): except my powerpoint would be about how this is the most important, exactly perfect fic for me and i would make the author (beloved) also present, but much more articulately, on the themes and content of the fic itself, as i am well known as an inarticulate pile of sentient goo. however, here is the loose outline of what my slides would be:

why ejnate is the most important ship ever written

how the author's use of casual/domestic intimacy really came for me but also, you know, tells you everything you need to know about a certain commitment-phobic character's intentions

the power of choice!!! my beloved

how to hurt my feelings while making me happy about it in three steps

the most accurate upper midwest characterizations of all time

scenes that are specifically so painful and also perfect to me. this might be also slide 4 but it's my presentation so i do what i want

future full of yesterdays (1d, narry): godddddd i love this fic, i re-read it a few weeks ago after many years of not having read it and it really held up for me, my powerpoint would be a little rusty but very sincere and every slide would be like 'why this fic is perfect, cont.'

2. a fic you would recommend to get someone into a fandom or pairing you love or have loved

listen i really had to think about this, because hockey fandom is soooooo. like there's so much good stuff, and different stuff, and just. it brings a tear to my eye. but i need to be true to who i am, and i always try to rec stuff that i haven't before, so here is a mix of rarepair fics of varying lengths/ratings/players:

laundry day by screamingcryingthrowingup (~3k, pinto/sanderson). this fic is like if you dared someone to spit in your mouth because you didn't think they would do it but you kind of thought they might because they're a little bit of an asshole and then they actually do spit in your mouth and you're like oh shit

since we're here anyway by robokittens (~4k, chabby/josh). just a really, really good fwb plus a lil extra

cut from the bone by underfallingstars (~80k, i did say there would be varying lengths lol, roope/wyjo). hanahaki disease fic!!! bless this author, i was tearing my hair out through the WHOLE THING

hold by frausorge (2.4k, dillon/jones) for the magic au lovers, i reallllly enjoyed how magic worked in this fic

at home in the uncanny valley by ionthesparrow (~36k) i remember reading this when i was just dipping my toes into hockey rpf and sending it to la and also clawing my face off

3. A fic from a past fandom that you still reread (or at least still think about if you don't revisit old fandoms)

let's go with nevada's fault (~35k, ziall, 1d fandom). ultimate comfort pairing, comfort fic. every three years i go down a big ziall rabbit hole and never ever regret it

4. Fic(s) you would/did create fanart for

one million years ago i made a collage for steph's luckyverse fic. i'm not really an arty person, but i do like doing stuff with my hands

5. Fic(s) that keep you up at night (Either reading or thinking about)

ok well quite literally when i woke up at 3 a.m. on saturday morning FOR NO FUCKING REASON two weekends ago, while also still fuming about season four of the magicians, i read the entirety of damage control for a walking corpse (queliot, ~75k) and then, more slowly, the rest of that series, which really just. the beauty of all life. is something to weep about.

6. Great Angst Fic

i'm not the biggest pure angst fan, like i will definitely read it but some level of angst or whump often crosses the line to straight-up melodrama and that's when i have a hard time sticking with it HOWEVER if you haven't read jes' anything that touches (~50k sidgeno, mind the notes) then i think you should.

in a different way, angst that kind of pries you apart and puts you back together but not in quite the right way, like in a way that's still beautiful and still you but not exactly, try how planets form by caltrain (3k, dumo/yamo)