#Strippers Ohio

[lordprettyflackotara]

summer of sam || sam golbach

SMUT. MINORS DNI. 18+. wooo it��s getting hot in here. tw: subby sam, stripper/dom reader, humiliation, degrading, overstimulation, sub/dom dynamics in place, dry humping, choking, etc this is just complete and utter filth. ps: this is my first time writing the male to be submissive on this blog. W? L?

You were a professional at what you did.

Every summer in between college semesters you’d work the same strip club, earnings thousands of dollars all summer long. Ohio wasn’t known for its popularity in exotic dancers what so ever, your presence spicing up an otherwise dead club.

Over time you had grown a consistent fan base of men who awaited your return every summer. You were now on year five, your degree so close to being obtained you could practically taste it. It’s what kept you motivated to keep coming back. You had to pay for your degree somehow even if it was deemed shameful by your peers. Which is why you traveled to a town in Ohio far from your hometown, determined to make enough funds to scrape by the semester.

It was only week two of your return, word of your arrival spreading through the town. In an odd way it made you all jittery, feeling like a little celebrity. You were in your dressing room, pampering yourself with makeup before your set time on stage. Your eyes flickered to the door opening behind you, continuing to pat your brush across your cheek. Your body guard was the sweetest man alive, his chocolate eyes meeting yours.

“Hi Tommy, big crowd?” You asked. You had met Tom during year two of your ‘career’, the man fully dedicated to protecting you from creeps. “I’d say so, but I have an offer from a new comer. Wants a private dance,” He informed you. You set your brush aside on the vanity, grabbing a tube of lipstick. “As if, that crowd out there will provide me ten times whatever he could,” You replied. Tom cleared his throat, your gaze straying away from your plump lips to him. In his hand sat two wads of cash.

“This is fifteen thousand. He offered more if you come.”

You never did private dances. You had admittedly become egotistical over time, your time precious during the hotter season. The private dances were no where near as cash filled as public ones were. Undoubtedly you were the star of the show in this little town and you belonged in the spotlight. Your eyebrows had furrowed at the wads of cash, quickly sliding out of your chair. Your heels clicked as you grabbed one, running your thumb through it.

“They’re real?” You questioned. You already knew the answer, the tiny bumps across the blue band of the hundred dollar bills giving it away. “Every single one. He’s in room six,” Tom answered you. You nodded, handing him back the wad. “Stand outside of the room if you don’t mind. I want to see what this guy is all about,” You say.

You had almost forgotten what the hallway to the private rooms looked like, new purple led lights illuminating the dim hallway. Finding room six was a breeze, the numbers in bold letters hammered to the doors. You glanced over at Tom, nodding affirmatively for him to stand by its side. You shook off your nerves, remembering who you were. How many men would die to be in this one’s position. Your slender fingers gripped the doorknob, pushing it open.

The sight before you was not one you expected, a clean cut blonde sitting on the middle of a circular couch. His legs were spread, thin framed glasses sitting on his nose. His blue eyes met yours instantly, an undeniable intensity flooding the room. Tom closed the door behind you, giving you some privacy. The blonde awkwardly stood up, adjusting his tie. “Hi, i’m Sam,” He greeted. You watched as he held out his hand to you, waiting for you to shake it. You tried to conceal your confusion, shaking his hand. Your stage name fell off of your lips with ease,

“I’m Kailani.”

Sam cleared his throat. “Here um, sit sit,” He said, gesturing to the purple velvet couch. You followed his request, sitting down. “So Sam, what exactly did you request me here for?” You asked. Sam sat down as well, visibly nervous. He ran his fingers through his hair. “For a private dance..?” He replied, his tone sounding as if he was asking a question more than answering. You raised an eyebrow. “Sweetheart no one around here pays fifteen thousand just for my consideration. What do you actually want?” You asked. Sam gulped, his adams apple moving as he fidgeted with his hands.

“It’s kind of a long story,” He began. You could feel your patience thinning. “Time is money and unless you plan on beginning to pay me for this I will not-” You began. Your words were sharply cut off as Sam reached in his pocket, setting another wad of cash on the clear coffee table in front of you. “That cover it?” He asked you. Affirmatively you nodded.

“My name is Sam Golbach, i’m a famous youtuber with an obsessed fanbase. I’m from here and heard through the great vine about you. Might I just add you’re even hotter in person,” Sam began. His name didn’t ring a bell, but his face did look vaguely familiar. “I’m here because you’re just as discreet about your line of work as I am about what I do in my spare time in the bedroom,” He continued. You arched an eyebrow, questioning his words. “You’re very obviously not from here, only here during the summer. My guess is that you’re in college or something similar, probably in a different state,” He answered.

Your stone cold expression fell, your face visibly telling Sam everything he needed to know. You felt the urge to get up and leave, the blonde seemingly reading your mind. “No no listen I totally get it, i’m not here to judge you or anything,” He rambled. Your eyes shot daggers as they met his blue ones. “Get on with it. What do you want?” You questioned.

“It is extremely hard for me to get laid without the media making a big deal out of it, I have some things I want to uh, try in the bedroom that the media would have a field day with,” Sam told you. You audibly scoffed, rising to your feet. “I’m not a goddamn prostitute. So what was your big idea? To come here and have me call you daddy and beg for your cock? Fuck you,” You snapped. Hastily you turned towards the door, Sam’s large hand grabbing your waist. You began to protest, Sam’s meek words cutting you off.

“Quite the opposite,” He said. He was practically shaking with nerves, his cheeks flushed pink. You froze in your tracks, looking at the desperate blonde. “I-I want you to use me. To treat me like a slut or something. I don’t want to be in control,” Sam explained. His cheeks were turning a deeper shade of red, his hand dropping from your wrist. He reached into his back pocket, pulling out a black credit card. “If we make this arrangement for the entire summer, this is yours. It’ll pay off anything you need it to. Until next summer, where I’d like to do all of this again,” He offered.

You took the tiny piece of metal between your fingers. You had never held such a heavy credit card before. “What are your conditions?” You questioned. Sam lowered himself back onto the couch, rubbing the back of his neck. “No stripping while i’m around, which will be all summer. Obviously no telling anyone you ever saw me and um, I want it rough,” He answered. The offer was tempting, the boy in front of you practically a puppy dying to be played with. “Any hard limits I need to know about?” You asked.

“No anal, nothing too weird, I guess. I just want you to use me. I want to be your submissive who you use to get off.”

“And you want to start now?”

“Please.”

Fuck, his desperation was making your core throb. You slowly approached him, straddling him as you looked down at his flushed face. “Safe word is red if you want to stop for any reason,” You whispered, leaning close to his ear. Your breath was hot against his skin, a small groan escaping his lips. You rolled your hips against his, the blonde below you audibly whimpering. “There we go, keep making those pretty noises for me,” You cooed. You brought your index finger and middle to his lips, pulling them down teasingly.

“Open your mouth,” You purred. Sam opened his mouth, flattening his tongue out on display for you. You grinned devilishly as you shoved your fingers into your mouth. He groaned as you grinded down against him. “There we go, now the harder you suck them the faster I grind against that hard cock of yours, hmm?” You offered. Sam nodded profusely, groaning around your fingers as you rolled your hips against his. Your thin red panties bottoms creating the perfect amount of friction against your clit. You moaned as he swirled his tongue around your fingers, his hands placing themselves on your hips.

They slithered to your ass, massaging the mounds of flesh as you grinded against him. His whining noises were music to your ears. “Such a good boy for me, aren’t you?” You say. Sam’s eyes began to roll into the back of his head, bobbing profusely on your fingers. “I’m gonna cum,” He moaned around your fingers, his words muffled. You grinned, a sadistic idea coming into your mind. If he wanted to be treated like a fucktoy, you’d treat him like a filthy fucktoy. “Go on, cum for me you pathetic thing,” You ordered. His hips stuttered, loud groans muffled by your fingers as he came in his pants.

You took your fingers out of his mouth, bringing them to your own. You licked his saliva off, his blue eyes blown with lust. Sam swallowed as he admired you. “Let me taste you, please,” He whispered. You grabbed his face, teasingly dragging his bottom lip downwards. “Get on your knees and keep begging. I’ll think about it,” You ordered. Sam quickly slithered out from underneath you, dropping to his knees without a second thought. He looped his fingers around your panties, your hand stopping him.

“Oh baby boy I didn’t say you could use your hands,” You chuckled darkly. Sam was in a state of euphoric bliss, your degrading words making his cock grow harder in his cum soaked boxers. You spread your thighs, the blonde nuzzling in between them. He put his hands on your knees, his submissive mind trying to figure out how to obey you. You frowned at his hands on your knees. “You just can’t stop using those hands of yours,” You noted. You leaned forward, the blondes breath hitching as you undid his tie.

He could smell your perfume as you leaned over him, grabbing his hands and tying them behind his back with his own tie. Sam gulped nervously as you sat back, giving him a mischievous smile. “Go on baby boy, put that tongue of yours to good use,” You cooed mockingly. Sam brought his head in between your thighs, biting the hem of your panties with his teeth. You bit your bottom lip as he dragged them down your thighs, your core throbbing in anticipation. This is what you deserved, a rich submissive man who was willing to do whatever you wanted.

Sam dragged your panties down to your ankles, watching you slowly step out of them. He nuzzled himself back in between your thighs, flattening his tongue against your folds. He groaned at your taste, your cunts sweetness an addicting sensation. “You taste so sweet,” He mumbled into your slick, his eyes fluttering shut. Your hips had a mind of their own, grinding shamelessly against Sam’s eager tongue. He sucked and lapped at your clit, before teasingly sticking it inside of your entrance. Your fingers raked through the roots of his hair, tugging at the roots.

The pain only made Sam moan louder, his cock growing fully erect in his pants. You could feel the cord inside your stomach tighten. You’d never had a submissive partner before, your core on fire from the pleasure the eager blonde was giving you. You’d never felt more empowered. “You’re doing such a good job Sammy, just like that,” You moaned. Sam whined as he shifted awkwardly in his pants, seeking any sort of friction for his own throbbing needs. He latched his lips around your clit, sucking harshly as you finally came.

Once the blonde saw your legs tremble, he began lapping up the juices you had produced. It was like a reward. “Just like that. Lick me clean or I won’t touch you,” You threatened, swallowing to regain your authoritative tone. Once you were satisfied with Sam’s performance you grabbed him by his button up, switching places with him once more. Your fingers played with his belt, your doe eyes meeting his. “May I?” You asked. He nodded profusely, licking his lips.

“Please.”

He lifted his hips, the two of you managed to slide his pants and boxers down to his ankles. In front of you was his hard cock, his cum covering the sides. “Such a filthy little boy, making a mess like this,” You commented. You straddled his hips, lining yourself up with his cock. Your eyes met his blue ones, studying his face carefully. “This okay?” You whispered. You leaned closer to the trembling man, his face flushed pink from lust. “More than okay, please,” Sam whined. You smirked as you lowered yourself on his cock, biting your bottom lip to hold back your own moans.

His cock was stretching you much wider than you had taken before, your walls fluttering around his cock. “Oh my God,” Sam groaned, throwing his head back. Once you sank fully onto him you grabbed his throat, your slender fingers applying pressure to the sides. “Look at me while I fuck you slut,” You ordered sternly. Sam forced himself to look at you, his hips attempting to move upwards to fuck you. He needed you. He needed you now. “Awe are you really trying to fuck me? Like the filthy whore you are?” You asked mockingly. Sam groaned as you applied less pressure, your hand still settled on his throat.

“N-need it. Need you. So bad,” Sam whimpered. He wished he could touch you, his hands still bound behind his back with his own tie. It was so demeaning, so humiliating. Yet he adored every second of it. He knew from the moment he saw you that you were the one for him. The one he wanted to give control to. To dedicate his body to. As you rolled your hips against his you could feel the vibrations of Sam’s whimpers against your hand through his throat. Sam was a panting mess, your hips bouncing on his cock faster by the second.

“My fucking God- you are so tight,” Sam panted. You squeezed his neck tighter, his vision becoming hazy. “Yeah? Fuck you’re such a cute little thing,” You huffed, his cock abusing your g spot with each roll of your hips. Your hand released his throat, his lungs immediately gasping for air. You wouldn’t ever admit it, but he felt fucking amazing. Far better than any other man you’d ever had. You weren’t proud to admit your career didn’t start off on such a high note, your legs having been opened for one too many creeps.

You’d had all kinds of affairs and arrangements, ones that fizzled out immediately. But Sam? The whimpering mess beneath you? You wanted to ride him like this forever. You felt yourself getting close to the edge, taking his cock as you pleased. “Mmm i’m close,” You murmured, biting your bottom lip. Sam was convinced he hadn’t seen anything near as sexy as you cumming on his cock. Your walls spasming around him sent him into a frenzy, his dick twitching and cumming inside of you. His face was beet red, his mouth dry as he panted below you. You were a slice of heaven, one he wanted to experience every chance he could.

You grinned as you leaned back, before lifting yourself off of him. Sam had foolishly expected it to be over, before watching you drop to your knees. “W-what are you doing?” He questioned softly. He watched in fear and lust as you licked up the side of his shaft. “I’m cleaning you up silly, i’m not rude you know. I have manners,” You answered. You began bobbing your head up and down his cock, his shaft growing harder in your mouth with each passing second. He squirmed as you swirled your tongue around his shaft, sucking both of your juices off of him. His body trembled as you licked his slit.

“Holy fuck that’s t-too much I-” Sam babbled. You pulled off of his cock, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his tip. You pumped him with your hand, giving him a devilish smirk. “You can handle it. Let me clean you up. Be a good boy for me and take it,” You told him. Sam threw his head back as you began to deep throat him, your gagging only turning him on more. “I didn’t say you could look away Sammy. Look at me. Watch as I suck out your soul,” You purred. The blonde forced himself to look down at you, his legs trembling as you resumed sucking his cock.

His moans were incoherent babbles. “Fuck fuck fuck i’m so close,” He whined. The pleasure was becoming painful, your devious tongue and sinful lips showing no signs of stopping. You wanted to milk him dry. Sam’s hips jerked upwards as he came, his cum painting the inside of your mouth. You swallowed it with ease, before teasingly licking his slit. “You taste good,” You praised. You pulled away from his cock, the blonde shaking from euphoria.

You could feel his cum leaking down your upper thighs, an unholy idea popping into your head. You stood up, grabbing him by his shirt and forcing him to lay back on the couch. You straddled yourself over his head, your cunt inches away from his face, his blue eyes meeting yours, awaiting instructions. “Go ahead, why don’t you find out how you taste Sammy?”

[hometoursandotherstuff]

WTH House. I posted this house a while ago and apparently, it's back on the market. I think that the owners wanted to start a business, but failed. The building, located in Zanesville, Ohio, dates back to 1948, and has 5bds, 6ba. It's a lot of "house" for $325,900.

Now, when you have so much room to spare, you can make a gigantic kitchen.

The kitchen, however, doesn't have the preferred "work triangle" for cooking convenience and there appears to be a plug over the stove, but they chose not to put in an exhaust hood. I don't care too much for the striped backsplash.

The wall in the middle divides the dining/living room from the kitchen. The fireplace installation has an exposed wire hanger, is visibly plugged in, and has a shim to steady it.

The living/dining area.

The home has large bedrooms and each has an en-suite.

Downstairs is another spacious room that serves as a family room.

Then, there's the DIY home theater with bleachers. That screen looks dinky, I would just paint the wall white and project on it.

This is what I mean about the failed business. I think they tried to make a party venue.

There's a beer pong room with a dart board.

I would say that this is a dance area or lounge.

In this part of the room is a pool table and a bar or food service area.

Just a single restroom w/a creepy pipe and no sink.

Makeshift kitchen?

Another toilet without a sink or a door.

This is depressing.

The gentlemen's lounge? It has a stage with a stripper pole.

Notice the VIP seating in front of the stage.

I don't know how well-received a business like this would be in the middle of a residential area. It's kind of an ugly property.

Oh, this is upsetting. They put the dog out here by this creepy abandoned building. Not cool.

Looks like they're making a yard.

The property is .73 acre and there's a parcel of land in front of it that can be purchased separately.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/820-Prospect-Ave-Zanesville-OH-43701/2082175410_zpid/

[pr0cyon-lotor]

Personal Headcanons for S & D tier

Morgan doesn't actually emote that much in general

Morgan doesn't show their emotions much. Like a look of shock is just a slight widening of their eyes maybe even a parting of their lips. They just don't emote much. Everyone else is just great at reading them. Like Barnaby or Ohio look over at Morgan and see the smallest crease of their brow and go "RIGHT?! It's stupid!" All of them understand each other perfectly.

(Subset to previous point) Alex sucks at reading Morgan

Alex tried. Oh boy, they try, but they just can't understand the small miniscule changes in Morgan's face in an instant. They get fussy if they don't understand Morgan immediately, so they use their powers as a crutch. Alex uses a something like a mind-reading power, just to to understand Morgan's emotions on the fly. And they refuse to admit it. Otherwise, they are forcing themself to pay attention to every small change of each of Morgan's expressions.

Alex has a shrine to Morgan

Alex says it's to make sure Morgan isn't lying about not being some puzzle god (hasn't shown results yet). In reality, it's that they're so down bad that they can't think of any other way to show their love. Alex plans to never show Morgan. The shrine is hidden in the back of the lair. (Even some of Alex's minions pray to the shrine, they support their boss's delusions. Also they just like Morgan)

Alex makes themself look more uncanny

Alex uses their powers to just trigger the uncanny valley fear in people when they're going through general life. What was that? Morgan asked them to pick up groceries but no teleporting? Alex float ever so slightly to make their footsteps uncannily floaty. Ohio needs help with getting something from a high shelf? Alex suddenly has limbs that are just a little too long. Barnaby needs to find something in a dark room? Well guess who's there? Eyes and y'know what teeth glowing as well. Yup, Alex. They just do it for the shits and giggles of it.

Morgan suddenly becomes hyper aware out of nowhere and it's always inconvenient

Alex being practically god never clicks in Morgan's head half the time. However, when it does, its always in the most inconvenient times. In the middle of a heist? Hold up a godlike being is pressed against me while we're avoiding detection. Morgan is holding Alex back from killing someone? Wait a fucking minute! Alex could just shrug me off and like break every limb in my body. It's always little moments of panic before Morgan completely forgets in five minutes.

While Morgan has a resting bitch face, Alex has a resting happy puppy face

I don't have any login behind this, but hear me out! Morgan obviously has a rbf, it's Morgan. But! But! BUT!!! Alex has a resting happy puppy face. Like they just look so happy-go-lucky and approachable. Why? Because I find it amusing.

They both wear heels

Alex does because they look fantastic in heels and they like towering over Morgan. Morgan does because they're tired of Alex constantly poking fun of them for being shorter. But! Alex can't walk in heels taller than 2 inches without almost dying while Morgan can rock 8 inch stripper heels no problem and even run in them.

[jvzebel-x]

[ID1: Instagram caption by @iamjuicychild reads, "Please HELP ME We need u world my friend was killed this past Friday in South Central LA near Century and Main There has been no new coverage no nothing!!!! she was a young stripper always about her grind and never in the mix... she either went to work or she was home with the love of her life her cat karey... she had NO family here just close friend... i need to find her mother i know she lives either in Ohio or Florida from what i recall her telling me!! They recently saw each other after ten years of not seeing each other n now i need help to let her know and come claim her body before it's too late!! Please if u have details on who could've possibly hurt my friend inbox me or call me 7185008429... i will do everything i have to do" /ID]

[ID2: text messages that read, "they didn't even put it on the news dude. they just gonna throw her case away cause she was a h** or a stripper or whatever she had no family just close friends out here" /ID]

[ID3: comment by @lovely.e187 reads, "I live down the street where it happened&I didn't even know dammm that shit didn't even come out on our citizens app alert" /ID]

her name was Katrina-- her stage name was Russia. she was a young dancer and she was murdered on Friday, February 3rd, 2023. because she was a young stripper with no family support, her body is in danger of being incinerated by the state (interesting how quickly they're moving to destroy a murder victims body without an autopsy-- or at all, frankly, with how backed up state morgues tend to be). her murder has made no headlines; the only information you will find about her or her murder at all right now is from the video linked here, made by her friend, begging for information about Russia's murder or her family. the comment section is full of dancers who knew her, all devastated&demanding justice-- the only people, as always, demanding justice for another dead sex worker.

please, if anyone has any information on either Russia's murder (which took place in South Central LA, near Century and Main) or any next of kin that can be notified of her death so as to claim her body (her friends only lead is a mother that Russia recently reconnected with who she believes lives in either Ohio or Florida but may live in Maryland), please contact @iamjuicychild on IG or call at 7185008429.

to any&all sex workers, but especially workers in South Central LA right now, i'm sending all my love. stay safe&stay vigilant.

(video dialogue beneath the cut; i can't download the clip, so this is the best i can do):

video dialogue by @iamjuicychild, posted on February 6th, 2023:

"I never thought I would be the one making one of these videos, crying on camera. I don't even like to cry, but listen, I need help. My friend was murdered on Friday. We need to find who the fuck did this to her. If you know her, her name is Russia, her real name is Katrina, we need information, I need this to be shared, please. Like, we need her mom to find out what happened to her so she can claim her body, or else the police is just gonna push her, like throw her case away and not investigate and not do anything. Please, if you guys could please share, if anybody knows anything-- like I know what happened to her, but if you have any info regarding her mom or who could have possibly set her up, please fill me in, you feel me? like she wasn't a bad person, it had to be personal shit. What happened to my friend? She was murdered. Like, she was young, she didnt deserve that. All she cared about, you know, was hustling, working. She didn't hurt nobody, she fucking loved her cat. And now she's gone. And we need her mom to find out, we need to find her so she can bury her and know that her daughter was murdered. Please, share this shit."

[asksam]

MEET SAM EVANS !!

auditioning with the song: brutal, olivia rodrigo

And I'm so tired that I might, quit my job, start a new life. And they'd all be so disappointed, 'cause who am I, if not exploited?

BIOGRAPHY & HEADCANONS

wait, is that SAM EVANS? they kinda look a lot like NICHOLAS GALITZINE, don’t they? i heard the TWENTY ONE year old is known as THE CROWD PLEASER around mckinley. it seems like they auditioned to be in DULY NOTED which is so lame? people at campus have said they’re CHARMING, but don’t be fooled since they’re also -STUBBORN. rumor has it, you can find them at SYNCHRONIZED SWIMMING PRACTICE, PHOTOGRAPHY CLUB, FIGHT CLUB, DIGITAL MEDIA CLUB OR AT A GOD SQUAD MEETING when they aren’t belting show tunes. their entire vibe revolves around RED SOLO CUPS AMONG FRIENDS, LONG NIGHTS IN TRUCK BEDS STARGAZING, DOLLA DOLLA BILLS Y'ALL but no one pays attention to that here in ohio.

LIST ABOUT 3+ HEADCANONS ABOUT YOUR CHOSEN CHARACTER!

Sam has a full ride scholarship thanks to synchronized swimming. So while he’s going to school because of that, Sam’s real passion is his impressions. He’s always wanted to be a voice actor and he actually does have a decent amount of followers on TikTok. Because they’re good or because he posts a lot of cosplay thirst traps is anyone’s guess.

He was pretty much homeless during his senior year of high school after his father lost his job. They lived out of motels and sometimes their car when they couldn’t afford a room. It took a while for them to get back on their feet, but Sam’s job at the local DQ strip club helped out a lot.

He’s very upfront on his TikTok about who he is and his past because it might help someone out there. Whether it’s about his dyslexia, stripping, sexuality (pansexual) or just about struggling with his faith, Sam likes to shine bright, but still keep it real.

Sam does a lot of volunteer work on his off time, he loves helping out at the local animal and homeless shelters.

He's not a stripper anymore, thanks to the world wide web, he has an OF that's actually pretty lucrative. He sends most of the money back home still to provide for his siblings, his parents still think he works at DQ.

MY PERSONALITY IS LIKE A RADIOACTIVE ASTEROID, SPEND TOO MUCH TIME WITH IT AND IT COULD KILL YOU.

BASICS OF SAM:

full name: samuel andrew evans. pronouns: he/him. gender: cismale. nicknames: sam, sammy, white chocolate, captain trouty, evans, trouty mouth. hometown: knoxville, tennessee. birthday (zodiac) & age: may 21st (GEMINI) / twenty-one years old. relationship status: single. sexuality: pansexual. religion: christian. occupation: student at mckinley arts college, "accountant". residence: small house off campus with roommates. sports/clubs: synchronized swimming, photography club, fight club, digital media club, and god squad. glee club: part of duly noted. languages: english, ASL, na'vi, very poor spanish. major: digital media. minor: visual communications.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

faceclaim: nicholas galitzine. height:  6'0". build:  athletic. eyes:  hazel. hair:  blonde (natural, but he does a lot of upkeep because of the chlorine water). piercings: he has his nipples, tongue and ears pierced (just like one of his faves teddy altman, but this version) (sidenote: he takes them all out when he's in the pool). tattoos:  ’You can’t take the sky from me.’ across his left forearm, he has 'i'm fine' on his right arm above his inner elbow, he's starting a sleeve of comic panels on his right that's a mix of all comics not just marvel & dc, he has a few manga panels on his left leg from various artists including jujutsu kaisen and attack on titan. (sidenote: sam uses the best waterproof tattoo concealer money can buy to keep them covered for competitions). other distinguishing features:  birthmark above his upper right lip and on the right and left sides of his chin. style: sam has three looks: homeless man, 12 year old boy & a hooker.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

workout buddy: someone sam can spot for/spot for him at the gym, or even just watch his swim routines and critique.

fellow "accountant": either they can just know of each other and help each other out with tips and tricks of the trade or they can create content with each other.

BFFS/platonic soulmates: they know everything sam doesn't talk about on his social media and they get the real bts content of his life.

friends with benefits: this will probably be a dumpster fire of feels because sam absolutely will catch feelings for the other so to quote sam's audition song "i want it to be, like, messy".

study buddy or tutor: sam needs some extra help and needs someone to help study with or your character is tutoring him!

roommate: sam is a junior and lives off campus in a small house with two roommates !!

rival: either in fight club or maybe one of the other clubs, either way sam totally complains about you to his followers.

D&D: you're a part of sam's party, your characters are rivals, love interests, or friends.

I'm honestly down for any connections for my boy so you can absolute DM me on here or on discord !! LET'S PLOT !!

AND HERE'S MORE ON OUR FAVORITE CROWD PLEASURE THAT I DIDN'T WANT TO ADD ON THIS ALREADY LONG POST.

[cuuno-moved]

love listening to the ladies i work with talk about their kids. one of their sons is a gay stripper but her big concern is that he's moving to ohio

[pugzman3]

I saw this a little while ago but ignored it. I didn't think much of it other than why is this even "news"? Keep reading though.

Seems pretty cut and dry right? Except it's not. I included the actual link so you can see what was reported. Judging by the print it seems like the...."journalist" had seen the full body cam video. But here is the full video with some very telling things that were not mentioned in the article, or any of the headlines concerning this arrest.

Now in the fallout of the recent Sound of Freedom movie, the sudden outrageous of human trafficking, and mainstream conservative media pushing that movie along with interviews of Jim and Tim......why wouldn't they tell the truth on this? Because this my friends is what the majority of human trafficking actually looks like. Day in, day out, 24/7, in every single zip code of our country. Oh and yeah they recruit out of high schools too, keep that in mind when you look at your teenage daughter.

Now, don't get me wrong, the trafficking across borders is indeed happening, the wealthy traveling to 3rd world countries for sex with minors is indeed happening. But while everyone is looking for that, the miss this. The likelihood of this happening before your eyes on any given day is far greater than you know.

So now I'm wondering, why report this at all? I get one local media source dropping the ball. But this was reported by the big ones, and erroneously, so why at all? Unless it is sending a message to a particular group of people.

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 6.9

Holidays

Accession Day (Jordan)

Ananda Mahidol Day (Thailand)

Bill and Ted Day

Birsa Munda Shahidi Diwas (Madhya Pradesh; India)

Clothing Poverty Awareness Day (UK)

Community Day (La Rioja, Murcia; Spain)

Coral Triangle Day

Cornflower Day (French Republic)

Denture Day

Donald Duck Day

Feast of the Birth of the White-Breasted Giantess

Filipino-Chinese Friendship Day

Global Maintenance Day

Home Sweet Home Day

International Archives Day

International Batten Disease Awareness Day

International Day of Celtic Art

International Dough Disco Day

La Rioja Day (Spain)

Light Industry Workers’ Day (Former USSR Nations)

Meezer’s Colors Day

Monkey Spank Day

Murcia Day (Spain)

National Cancer Thriver Day

National Earl Day

National Earl Baltes Day

National Helen Day

National Heroes’ Day (Uganda)

National Krewe of Tucks Day

National Long COVID Awareness Day (Canada)

National Meal Prep Day

National Mitchell Day

National Sex Day

National Sex Educator Appreciation Day

National Stripper Appreciation Day

No Apologies Period Day

Profess Your Love Day

Purple People Eater Day

Rockman Day

609 Day

South American Football Day

Toy Industry Day

Traverse Myelitis Awareness Day (UK)

World Accreditation Day

World APS Day (a.k.a. World Antiphospholipid Antibody Syndrome Day)

Writers’ Rights Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

International Dark ’n Stormy Day

Kraft Cheese Day

Strawberry Rhubarb Pie Day

Independence & Related Days

Flevelt (a.k.a. the Confederation of Flevelt; Declared; 2016) [unrecognized]

Självstyrelsedagen (Åland Self-Governing Day; Åland)

2nd Sunday in June

Abused Women and Children’s Awareness Day [2nd Sunday]

Bunker Hill Day observed (Massachusetts) [Sunday before 17th]

Canadian Rivers Day (Canada) [2nd Sunday]

Father’s Day (Austria, Belgium) [2nd Sunday]

International Drink Chenin Blanc Days, Day 3 [2nd Sunday]

International Shiatsu Day [2nd Sunday]

LEAF Open Farm Sunday (UK) [2nd Sunday]

Mother’s Day (Luxembourg) [2nd Sunday]

Multicultural American Child Day [2nd Sunday]

National Career Nursing Assistants’ Day [2nd Sunday]

National Children's Day [2nd Sunday]

National Garden Day (Germany) [2nd Sunday]

National Puerto Rican Day [2nd Sunday]

Race Unity Day (a.k.a. Race Amity Day; Baha’i) [2nd Sunday]

Ride the Wind Day [2nd Sunday]

World Pet Memorial Day [2nd Sunday; also 2nd Tuesday]

World Swallowtail Day [2nd Sunday]

Write To Your Father Day [2nd Sunday]

Weekly Holidays beginning June 9 (2nd Full Week)

National Automobile Service Professionals Week (thru 6.15) [Week with 6.12]

National Clay Week (thru 6.15) [2nd Full Week]

National Email Week (thru 6.15) [2nd Full Week]

National Flag Week (thru 6.15) [Week with 6.14]

National Little League Week [2nd Week]

National Pet Wedding Week (thru 6.15) [2nd Full Week]

National Right of Way Professionals Week (thru 6.15) [2nd Full Week]

Festivals Beginning June 9, 2024

Annecy International Animated Film Festival (Annecy, France) [thru 6.15]

Beacon Sloop Club Strawberry Festival (Beacon, New York)

Community-Wide FELStival (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania)

International Dairy-Deli-Bake Seminar & Expo (Houston, Texas) [thru 6.11]

Jewish Cultural Festival (Dayton, Ohio)

New England VegFest (Worcester, Massachusetts)

Peabody Awards (Los Angeles, California)

Savor Idaho (Boise, Idaho)

Feast Days

Aidan of Lindisfarne (Evangelical Lutheran Church in America)

Architects of the Middles Ages (Positivist; Saints)

Bathe in Marinara Day (Pastafarian)

Bede (Evangelical Lutheran Church in America)

Cloverfield Dairy Cow (Muppetism)

Columba of Iona (a.k.a. Columbia or Columkille; Celtic Christian) [Poets]

Edmund (Christian; Saint)

Ephrem the Syrian (Roman Catholic Church and Church of England)

George Pérez (Artology)

James Collinson (Artology)

Jim Jones Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Joe Haldeman (Writerism)

José de Anchieta (Christian; Saint)

Jotunheim Day (Pagan)

Liborius (Christian; Saint)

Lord Buddha's Parinirvana (Bhutan)

Michael Ancher (Artology)

Paul Beatty (Writerism)

Pelagia of Antioch (Christian; Virgin and Martyr)

Pieter Jansz. Saenredam (Artology)

Primus and Felician (Christian; Martyrs)

Ralph Goings (Artology)

Remembrance for Sigurd the Dragonslayer (a.k.a. Siegfried; Asatru/Slavic Pagan)

Richard, Bishop of Andria (Christian; Saint)

Robert Indermaur (Artology)

Vesalia (Feast of Vesta; Roman Goddess of the Hearth)

Vincent of Aden (Christian; Martyr)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [33 of 57]

Premieres

Bill of Hare (WB MM Cartoon; 1962)

Cars (Animated Pixar Film; 2006)

The Coo Coo Bird (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1947)

The Crying of Lot 49, by Thomas Pynchon (Novella; 1966)

Dire Straits, by Dire Straits (Album; 1978)

The Empty Chair, by Jeffrey Deaver (Novel; 2000)

Gone in 60 Seconds (Film; 2000)

How Do I Know It’s Sunday (WB MM Cartoon; 1934)

Invisible Touch, by Genesis (Album; 1986)

Jelly-Roll Blues, recorded by Jelly Roll Morton (Song; 1924)

Kids Say th Darnedest Things!, by Art Linkletter (Humor Book; 1958)

Labour of Lust, by Nick Lowe (Album; 1979)

Loki (TV Series; 2021)

Mr. Tambourine Man, recorded by Bob Dylan (Song; 1964)

The Name of the Rose, by Umberto Eco (Novel; US Translation 1983)

The Nine Billion Names of God, by Arthur C. Clarke (Short Stories; 1967)

Ode to Discord: A Chimerical Combination in Four Bursts, by Charles Villiers Stanford (Song; 1909)

A Pirate Looks at Fifty, by Jimmy Buffett (Memoir; 1998)

Party Girl (Film; 1995)

Secret, Profane & Sugarcane, by Elvis Costello (Album; 2009)

Some Girls, by The Rolling Stones (Album; 1978)

Star Trek V: The Final Frontier (Film; 1989)

Stroke It Rich (Radio Game Show; 1947)

Super 8 (Film; 2011)

Tangled (Phantasies Cartoon; 1944)

3, by Honeyhoney (Album; 2015)

Tumble Weed Greed (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1969)

Ups an’ Downs Derby (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1950)

The Wise Little Hen (Disney Cartoon; 1934) [1st Donald Duck]

The Year of the Mouse (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1965)

Today’s Name Days

Annamaria, Ephraim, Grazia (Austria)

Diomed, Efrem, Kolumban, Ranko (Croatia)

Stanislava (Czech Republic)

Primus (Denmark)

Elar, Haljand, Hallar, Helar, Helari, Hellar (Estonia)

Ensio (Finland)

Diane (France)

Annamaria, Diana, Ephram, Grazia (Germany)

Rodanthi (Greece)

Félix (Hungary)

Efrem, Primo (Italy)

Gita, Liega, Ligita, Naula, Valeska (Latvia)

Felicijus, Gintas, Gintė (Lithuania)

Kolbein, Kolbjørn (Norway)

Felicjan, Pelagia, Pelagiusz (Poland)

Chiril (România)

Stanislava (Slovakia)

Efrén, Feliciano, Julián (Spain)

Birger, Börje (Sweden)

Cole, Coleman, Colman, Dean, Deana, Deanna, Dee, Dena, Diana, Diane, Dianna, Dianne, Dyane, Prima, Primavera (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 161 of 2024; 205 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 7 of week 23 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Duir (Oak) [Day 1 of 28]

Chinese: Month 5 (Geng-Wu), Day 4 (Jia-Chen)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 3 Sivan 5784

Islamic: 2 Dhu al-Hijjah 1445

J Cal: 11 Blue; Foursday [11 of 30]

Julian: 27 May 2024

Moon: 12%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 20 St. Paul (6th Month) [Architects of the Middles Ages]

Runic Half Month: Dag (Day) [Day 1 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 83 of 92)

Week: 2nd Full Week of June)

Zodiac: Gemini (Day 20 of 31)

Calendar Changes

Dag (Day) [Half-Month 12 of 24; Runic Half-Months] (thru 6.26)

Duir (Oak) [Celtic Tree Calendar; Month 6 of 13]

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[memzhay]

🌻 If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your mentions, anonymous or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog 🌻

Hiya Blankie!❤️

Fact #1: I went to a strip club once, and a stripper lost her gum in my boobs. We were sitting at the rack and a drunk but adorable stripper came over to us during her song and asked if she could motorboat me. I was delighted and gave enthusiastic consent. She stuck her face in my cleavage and gave it a go. I giggled, gave her some dollars, and thanked her, and she went on with her number. The next time she was on stage, she asked if she could do it again. It was a little weird at that point, but I said sure and she put her face in my boobaloobaloobies for an awkwardly long time, but she was quite drunk, and I didn't think much of it except that it was kind of odd. When we got home, I was getting ready for bed and found a big wad of chewing gum in my bra. So, I think she lost it the first time, and tried to fish it out the second. We laughed about it for a good hour before we went to sleep.

Fact #2: I have pitifully poor self preservation instincts. When I was young and foolish, a man selling soap in a wacky Pentacostal church told me he had woke in the night and 'God' had written the molecular formula for the soap he was selling on the wall of his apartment. God wanted people to have a product that would not only wash their dishes or hair, but would also cleanse us of sin. He said if we drank the soap, the Holy Spirit would rid us of all our demons. I asked no more questions and drank it. I got horribly sick, but assumed it was the demons and did not seek medical attention. The moral of the story that I have had to learn a time or two: Don't put anything in your body if you are not a million percent sure it is safe, and especially if a weirdo says God gave them a molecular formula.

Fact #3: I used to be in a traveling theater troupe. We were broke and had nowhere to sleep, so we begged lodging at a convent near Cincinnati, Ohio. The sisters let us in, gave us rooms, and we stayed with them for 3 or 4 days. It was so peaceful. There were flowering gardens everywhere and the sisters trained service dogs for the blind. I very nearly became a nun on the spot. So there is definitely an alternate universe where right now, I am wearing a habit and sitting in the sunshine with a German Shepherd puppy waiting for the Compline bells.

Thank you for the ask, oh fairest of all Blankets.❤️

[goodwilltemptation]

Zorita

Adopted and raised by a strict Methodist couple in Chicago, by the age of fifteen she was working as a manicurist. A client, impressed with her mature figure, suggested she work as a stripper at stag parties to earn extra money. At seventeen she moved to San Diego, and began working as a burlesque artist in 1935. She became known for her unique and controversial numbers, such as the "Half and Half." Dressed on one half of her body as a groom and on the other as a bride, and always turning only one side to the audience, each side began to undress the other, leading to the eventual "wedding night romp." In another act, she emerged from a giant rhinestone covered spiderweb and, while she danced, an unseen "spider" removed her clothes. What she is best remembered for, though, was a variously plotted series of acts where she performed with two boa constrictors called "Elmer and Oscar." She was arrested for indecent exposure in Toledo, Ohio in 1941, found guilty and sentenced to six months in jail. She was also harassed by the ASPCA - probably most incensed that she was known to walk her snakes on leads in public - causing her to be arrested and her snakes confiscated. (They were later returned or replaced; the act went on.) She was married - the first time at fifteen - and divorced three times. But she was fairly openly bisexual; a girlfriend would often accompany her when she toured. She later said that she stripped for men, but preferred women. Between 1949 and 1971, outside of her stage work, she also appeared in four low rent films and in 1974, she appeared, uncredited, as a nightclub owner in the Dustin Hoffman vehicle "Lenny." She retired from stripping in 1954 and ran several burlesque clubs in New York and Miami before retiring completely in 1974 to breed Persian cats. She died in Florida at the age of eighty-six.

[dreamof1life]

With my menstrual gaze, my cup half full. My love for 2008 pop music. My love for suffering and pain for they are just so close to pleasure. My vision of becoming a god-fearing stripper from Ohio. Wanting for nothing. I would like you to shoot me. lets shoot up. lets get high then hit up the thrift store dressed like other people —something better than this. Let's kiss. I think I want to secretly hate you. Listening to 1 hour hardstyle edits as I wake up. Drinking half-cold coffee while half-waxing my legs and upper lips. Eating shrimp. Should I start day drinking

[littlecranelady]

List five things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last ten people who reblogged something from you. Spread the positivity.

Oh oh oh okay so

1) I just got my ears pierced! My ears are pierced! I have piercings in my ears! I'm wearing earrings because I have pierced ears!!

2) fuckinuuuuuhhhhhhh FOOD! I love so many foods okay for instance like bread crackers chili soup cookies ice cream fruit veggies FOOD makes me happy!

2) music, dude! I have a playlist that is over 100 hours long and it's got uuuuhhhh AGGRESSIVE variety for instance Stripper Magician might play, then Les Miserables, then like, Steven universe song, then Lil Nas x, Mr. Blue Sky, like it's a great time I've also gotten some more music from a friend in Jamaica :3

3) Podcasts ! I'm actually listening the the Magnus archives as I type. I love podcasts but I suck at them I'll like listen to ten episodes I love it and then I stop listening for no fuckin raisin buuuut I listened to a WHOLE lot of welcome to nightvale, I listened to a bunch of Old Gods of Appalachia, finished (up to what they had) the technomancy project, How I Died, The Silt Verses, Cryptids, aaaand Department of Variance of Somewhere, Ohio. I only listen to the first season of uuuuhhhh fuck what's it ARCHIVE 81 is what it's called.

4) My God I love my family and they make me so happy I participated in board game night tonight I had a blast I played Random Letters with mum while dad taught a friend's children how to play ticket to ride. They've also been SO supportive of me in EVERY way, and shout-out to my beautiful and goofy sibster @unknown-writers-world who actually introduced me to Tumblr so thank you for this curse my son

5) what else makes me happy? OH my gradual mastery of skills and the joy I get from working with my hands. I can fold cranes smaller than your fingernail in around two minutes. I can solve a Rubik's cube in a minute and a half, I've been able to decorate 6 cakes in an hour, I cut and packaged 170 pounds of watermelon in 2 hours, I can ride a bike without using the handlebars and even make turns, and Ive packaged 30 packages of cookies in under 10 minutes

[honeylavendermilktea]

fav memory of this week is having a picnic with my American and spanish friends and when we told this Spanish girl that a lot of Americans are mixed and grew up with 2 cultures she just really passionately said “me encanta🤩🤩🤩🤩”. she was also wearing stripper heels to uni and she sat with her legs crossed while wearing an mini skirt and all of us could see her underwear???? And she also told us that this summer she is going to Cincinatti Ohio to work in a baseball stadium and “be just like the Kardashians” ????

[oceangirl24]

Saudade: Fishing for Answers

Maya and Riley's heart-to-heart intensifies Maya's guilt. Maya breaks her promise to Shawn and tells Jon about the recordings. While Shawn's bond with Audrey is strengthened when they discuss the mothers that were in and out of his life, he faces her anger when he confesses what he's been doing.

The thoughts rattling around in his head about Virna were noisy and confusing. He wrapped his arms around Audrey's leg. "I love you, Mama," was all he could say.

"I love you, my son." Tears slipped down her cheeks as she gently stroked the sides of his face.

More thoughts about mothers that had been buried next to Virna began to surface and he let them. They sat in silence for a while before Shawn was able to say, "I never found her."

"Who? Virna?"

"No," he shook his head. "My bio mom. I tried but I hit a dead end every time."

"Cory told us," Audrey replied, "He said there wasn't much information to go on."

He wasn't surprised Cory had given her and Jon all the details of that hunt. "I searched for years. All I know is she was a stripper. But I don't even know if she was one from here or somewhere else. Who knows with all the running Chet did? I was born in Ohio, and we lived in Oklahoma until we moved here just before I started school."

"How did you find out she was a stripper?" she asked, rubbing his shoulders with a motherly affection. She paused to smooth the collar of his leather jacket.

Shawn didn't answer right away as he recalled his conversation with "ghost" Chet. He hesitated to say anything lest she think he was crazy, but he plunged on anyway. It wasn't any crazier than some of the stuff he came up with as a kid and she never criticized him or shut his imagination down.

This was no different. Audrey listened intently then asked, "What prompted this?"

It was an unexpected question and he had to think about it. "When Jack and I were cleanin' out the trailer after Chet died, I found a bunch of stuff from a place called the Pleasure Palace. There were several notes from a Bambi addressed to Chet. There was an ad for the place dated May 1981. I was born in February of '82."

"So you don't really know?" she said gently.

"Math tracks."

"Shawn, Chet could have been with any number of women during that time."

"I know," he said, taking her hand and pressing it against his cheek. "I thought about that."

Audrey leaned forward and kissed the top of his head. "What can I do to help you, honey?"

He shrugged, then a thought came to him. Virna had taken care of him since he was an infant. According to Chet and assuming he was telling the truth, she started taking care of him when he was just a few days old.

Virna knows who my birth mother is. 

The thought sent a chill through him. It had never occurred to him before now.

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[dxsturbia]

I could wonder Paris after dark

Take a carriage ride through Central Park, but it wouldn’t be as nice as A Summer in Ohio

Where I’m sharing a room with a former stripper

And her snake

Wayne

I could have a satchel full of dollar bills

Cures for all the nations ills

Pills to make a lion purrs

I could be in line to be the British queen

Look like I was 17

 Still, I’m certain. I’d prefer to be going slowly batty…

40 miles east of Cincinnati…

If you were ever wondering, what class actually looks like it’s Nick Jonas