#SO FURIOUS

[fantasywriter19]

Personal post

I am just so furious.

Does anyone have that one person in their life that does something and, even when all the evidence is against them, they still deny it? And no there is no way they've been framed in this scenario.

I just had the most infuriating confrontation about something personal to me being stolen by someone I consider family. And it's something where they tried to make it theirs by deleting ALL OF MY DATA, so all my stuff is gone. Everything I had ever enjoyed with MY HUSBAND... gone. And this is not the first time they've done something like this.

I am hoping to retrieve the data back somehow, but I'm not completely hopeful on that count.

I mean.. and not only all that, but to mutter that I'm not even family to you as I walk away? Two months ago, it would've hurt me.

Now. I no longer give two f****. I'm not nice Lila anymore.

[rnjswildworld]

Omfg! Wtf is so dumb as to believe a man over two females? That her man is propositioning females to hang out and fuck while his ole lady is gone? And two chicks confirm the truth. One has no history of whoring and is married? Smh. I DONT NOT FUCK WITH TOOTHLESS HILLJACKS.

[konakoro]

The world was so ungrateful to you...

[bluegiragi]

the lieutenant's arrived.

early access + nsfw on patreon

[b0tster]

reading the receipts on how bethesda resorted to fucking extortion in a pathetic attempt to force Leona (a trans woman) to resign without pursuing a discrimination lawsuit by holding her fucking surgeries hostage & holy fuck

her experience at bethesda was a harrowing but depressingly familliar one filled with a sudden loss of respect by her superiors, public outing by her manager, falsified reports on her yearly review to convince corporate that she was a liability...

i struggle to find the words to descrive how i felt going through it all.

they were HOLDING HER SURGERIES HOSTAGE TO COERCE HER TO RESIGN

fuck this fucking industry. you cannot fix this. it is beyond saving

[tokopng]

my ptcgic2024 entries :] i didn't place in the top 300 but i always enjoy doing art for it

[obsob]

oooooooooough i love you i love you i love you!!!! hand in loving hand !!!!!!

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

demanding a series in the same vein (heh, vein) as Dexter/Hannibal wherein a prolific serial killer plays cat & mouse with the police--except the serial killer in question is a preteen schoolgirl. this would make for compelling television due to the fact that middle school frequently causes girls to become deranged, and more media should reflect this

[xamaxenta]

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[bookburners]

I don’t think the upperclassmen see Neil as sad and traumatized as much as they see him as a feral but deadly cat or chihuahua that they fed a couple times and is now theirs forever.

[corseque]

(spoilers) All the times Solas and Lavellan can dump each other, with very rare variations included.

[starry-eyed-steve]

No, I'm still not over this. A Spanish reporter was begging the EBU to ensure freedom of press at the ESC because he got intimidated by the Israeli delegation yesterday. Like this alone should've warrant a fucking ban. Not to mention they shouldn't be here in the first place. Like in every corner of the world, Israel is allowed to break the rules and commit crimes without any repercussions. I'm so sick to my stomach. This is not what the ESC stands for initially. But money talks more than morals.

As of rn, Israel is still harassing other artists. They create an unsafe environment for everyone, the artists, and the audience. If this is the last contest ever, congratulations for ruining the legacy over a genocidal country that isn't even in Europe.

[nelkcats]

Klarion's new interest

Young Justice was busy recently, this was because Klarion had been extremely active, attacking continuously. When they asked him about it in one of their battles, he said that the Order of Chaos had found "The key to immortality and absolute power over the dead" something that really did not interest him, so he distanced himself from the matter.

Young Justice forgot to inform the Justice League of this event due to how exhausted they felt. They remembered it at the moment that the Order of Chaos appeared again in a warehouse, although this time they seemed to have a hostage.

Danny had only spent 5 minutes with the cultists for the week and he was already getting tired. Cultists had a weird name and were complaining about a "failed spell", something about them wanting to attract someone very powerful and he coming instead, which, rude, but he wasn't going to correct them either.

Danny wondered if it was worth getting out of the chains, but that would probably tell them he was more than "a normal teen" so he didn't, either way Clockwork would probably warn him if he was in danger. He yawned, bored with all the talk and met the gaze of a boy with his hair in the shape of horns watching him carefully, he looked great. The halfa greeted him happily and the boy looked doubly confused.

Danny also noticed the people in colorful costumes on the roof but he didn't care much. The cultists seemed to come to terms and led him to the center of the circle, Danny raised an eyebrow as they performed the spell again. It didn't seem to work, as he vanished for a few seconds and reappeared in the same place.

"You're not very good at magic are you?" Danny asked with amusement, Klarion took a little more interest in him.

When all the heroes descended and most of them stopped paying attention to him, Danny looked at the cool haired guy (the only one staring) and grinned with all his fangs, winking at him (with his toxic green eyes) before disappear from sight.

[weaponizedducks]

the httyd books were the most insanely iconic thing ever. hiccup is a exasperated nerd completely done with everything. he also literally becomes a king at the end. fishlegs is a little sarcastic weirdo with every kind of illness known to man and also buckets of intense Rage. astrid is an absolutely batshit insane twelve year old gremlin called Camicazi who has epic thievery skills and also manic bloodlust. she packbonds with everyone. it goes way deep into the themes of slavery, discrimination, civil wars. it's surprisingly dark for a kids series. snotlout fucking dies. toothless is a bitchy snob dragon who enjoys biting things and eating everything and who talks about himself in the third person. he has no teeth and an ego the size of the fucking moon and is like a centimetre tall. hiccup can fucking talk to dragons. there's lit a whole civil war. they're all like twelve.

[mothdruid]

Losers Prize

pairing. Brian O'Conner x afab!reader

word count. 1k

warnings. this is a 18+ work, minor's buzz off. smut, fluff, oral sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex.

author's note. I told all of you it was coming. i just needed to get this out of my system. so like, here's my Brian O'Conner smut fic. and i guess for reference, this is like during the second movie when Brian is in Miami. k bye.

This wasn't how the night was supposed to go. Not one bit.

You were supposed to race, win, then go home with your cash.

What wasn't supposed to happen was the fourth not showing up. What wasn't supposed to happen was Tej calling Brian O'Conner. What wasn't supposed to happen was Brian winning the damn race. And what definitely wasn't supposed to happen was you going home with Brian.

But here you were, head thrown back as Brian was eating you out. Blonde locks threaded in between your fingers, tugged on periodically. Moans were pouring from your lips, Brian not letting up no matter how hard you pulled.

"Fuck, Bri," you whimpered.

He was staring up at you, bright blue eyes locking with yours. A flick from his tongue had you breaking eye contact, rolling your head back. The barely comfortable sheets were tight in your free hand. Brian's arms were under your legs, hands on your hips to hold you in place. The thick Floridian air was making sweat permeate on the both of you.

"Tell me what you want," Brian said before lapping at your cunt again.

"What I want is for you to fuck me," you replied with a bit of bite.

Brian rolled his eyes while he sucked on your clit, hard. Your hand tightened almost painfully in his hair. You propped yourself up with one elbow to watch Brian. The tightness in your abdomen was becoming unbearable. This slinky racer had you on the edge of pleasure, giving you just enough to keep you there and not push you over.

"Come on, Brian," you whined.

Brian smirked against your cunt and decided to give you what you wanted. His tongue worked over your clit feverishly. The feeling made you drop your head back, knowing this was it.

The tightness in your abdomen snapped, pleasure washing over you. Brian's hands held your hips in place, stopping them from pressing against him too hard. Moans were falling from you, head rolling back and forth on the bed. Brian tongue didn't seem to stop, making your legs start to quiver.

"Brian, please!" You yelped, the sensations becoming too much.

The plea did its job. Brian removed himself from your lower half. He climbed up your body, diligent placed kisses on your skin the whole way up. You smashed your lips to his, tasting yourself on his lips. A moan left you while your tongue roamed his. His hair was tight between your fingers.

"That enough for you?" Brian smiled against your lips.

A hand came up to cup your jaw. You opened your eyes after he broke the kiss. Your hands had moved to his shorts, unbuckling them as quick as you could. Brian let out a soft chuckle, resting his forehead against yours.

"And here I thought you didn't want to see me tonight," Brian kissed you again.

"I didn't," you started pushing his shorts and boxers down, "plan on losing either."

Brian groaned when you took him in your hand. Each stroke had him placing a kiss to your skin. Your neck, cheek, shoulder, chest, it didn't matter what body part. Brian just needed you, craved you.

Neither of you could wait anymore. You hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you. Brian groaned when his cock rubbed your cunt. The spit and cum from him eating you out made the perfect lubricant for him. The head of his cock would periodically catch against your entrance as he rutted his hips.

"Brian, if you don-" The head of his cock slipped into you, stopping your words mid sentence.

"If I don't what?" Brian asked with a smirk.

All you could respond with was a moan as he pushed deeper into you. Finally his hips were completely flush with your own, cock completely shoved inside of your cunt. You clenched around him, eliciting a groan from him. Eventually his hips started moving, thrusting in and out of you.

The rhythm was sensual yet quick. He was hitting the perfect spot inside of you, the one that had your whole body clenching. Your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, keeping him close while he rammed into you. His hands were kneading your ass and sides. You couldn't keep your mind straight, thinking about all the different sensations.

Brian was nuzzled into your neck, placing soft wet kisses where ever he could. The occasional nip had you moaning loudly. He pulled back for a moment, looking down at you. One hand came up to your face, cupping your cheek as he went in for a bruising kiss. During the kiss his thrusts became more powerful, pushing you over the edge.

He kept thrusting in and out of you, keeping your orgasm going for as long as he could. Once it subsided, he thrusted only a few more times only to pull out and come on your stomach. The groans that he produced while coming were gorgeous. He held you carefully, trying to keep the cum from getting on himself.

Eventually, he got up and searched down a hand towel to clean you up with. He wet it before giving it to you, letting you clean yourself up. He knew that's what you preferred to do anyways, no matter how many times he tried to be gentlemanly about it. Brian found an old pair of basketball shorts on the floor, putting them on before searching a clean t-shirt for you. You happily accepted the t-shirt, slipping it on then finding your underwear to put on.

"I take it you're staying then?" Brian asked as he got on the bed next to you.

"You did take my money tonight, the least you can do is let me stay," you placed a kiss to his cheek.

Brian smiled at you.

"Hey, a race is a race," Brian playfully argued.

"I never disagreed with that," you said while cuddling into him.

"Isn't this enough of a prize?" Brian joked while gesturing to himself.

"Are you calling yourself the loser's prize?" You questioned, quirking an eyebrow up.

"Only if you're the loser."

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Game night ruined.

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