#alc block

[essarcon]

The ALC Block Manufacturing Process: A Comprehensive Guide

The ALC block manufacturing process is a sophisticated yet streamlined method for producing high-quality, lightweight construction materials. Essarcon, a pioneer in this industry, leverages advanced technology to ensure precision and efficiency in every step. Here’s a detailed look into the process.

Raw Material Selection

The journey begins with selecting high-quality raw materials, which include:

Ordinary Portland Cement

Quicklime

Gypsum

Fly Ash or Fine Sand

Aluminum Powder

Water

Careful selection and proportioning of these materials are critical, as they determine the strength, weight, and thermal properties of the final product.

2. Mixing

In the ALC block manufacturing process, the raw materials are mixed in a specially designed batching system. The addition of aluminum powder creates a chemical reaction, releasing hydrogen gas. This reaction forms tiny, uniform air bubbles, giving ALC blocks their characteristic lightweight and insulating properties.

3. Molding and Pre-curing

The aerated mixture is poured into molds to form large cakes. These molds undergo pre-curing at ambient temperature, allowing the hydrogen bubbles to stabilize within the slurry. This step is essential in the ALC block manufacturing process, as it establishes the blocks’ cellular structure.

4. Cutting

Once pre-cured, the cakes are precisely cut into blocks of the required dimensions using advanced cutting machines. The cutting process ensures minimal waste while achieving consistent sizes, a key factor in efficient construction.

5. Natural Curing

Unlike autoclaved aerated concrete (AAC), the ALC block manufacturing process employs natural curing methods. The blocks gain strength over time under natural conditions, eliminating the need for high-pressure steam curing. This makes the process cost-effective and suitable for smaller production facilities.

Advantages of ALC Blocks

The ALC block manufacturing process results in products that offer:

Lightweight construction, reducing load on the foundation

Superior thermal insulation, reducing energy costs

Soundproofing, enhancing living comfort

Eco-friendly production, with reduced energy consumption

Essarcon’s expertise in the ALC block manufacturing process ensures that clients receive top-notch machinery and guidance to produce blocks that meet market demands. With over 14 years of experience, Essarcon is your trusted partner for innovative, sustainable construction solutions. For more details on ALC Block Manufacturing Process visit Essarcon’s official page on ALC Block Manufacturing Process.

[toxicanonymity]

leopard print.  

4.5k, joel x f!reader; special guest in tags

SUMMARY: Depraved, overdue one shot for this blurb. Joel mistakes you for a sex worker, offers you a ride, Fs you, shares you and is mildly possessive about it.

WARNINGS: I8+ strangers, drugs, talk of sex work, unsafe public P in V, dubcon (drugs/alc, not noticeably intoxicated), cockwarming, degradation, pantygagging, creampies, car stuff, orgasm delay m, vaginal plugging, voyeurism, sharing. Unedited. 

A/N: Night walks vibes, but different too. You'll see. New fantasy for myself 😫

"And if I was workin'?" You ask.  He gives a low whistle. "Wouldn't know where to start," he murmurs. "But I can tell ya how it'd end." He looks at your skirt. . . "She'd be wrecked n' beggin' for more, baby." Your fingers absentmindedly graze your chest. . . He sticks the joint in his mouth and shamelessly adjusts himself with both hands, tucking it into his waistband.

You pull into the gas station on the back of your friend's motorcycle. "When I fuel up, I'm outta here," he warns you.  Oh well. If you have to walk back to your friend's condo, it's only two blocks.  He's grumpy – You and your girlfriends have been a hot mess at the pool all day playing floating beer pong and licking alcoholic whipped cream off each other.  He didn't wanna take you with him in the first place. No helmet, no reasonable shoes, not even a shirt.

You swing your leg off the motorcycle and as you step down onto the ground with your red wedges, you adjust your cheap, stretchy leopard print miniskirt. It matches, or clashes, with your leopard print bikini. You leave your sunglasses on as you enter the gas station with a chime. You fish a damp $20 out of your bikini top and survey the snacks. 

You feel someone lurking nearby, but ignore it until you hear a deep, smooth voice.  "Nice rosettes."

"s’cuse me?" 

You turn only slightly toward the man. Maybe homeless.  Good looking like a washed up rockstar. He gestures toward your bikini top. "That's a nice set'a rosettes." You look down at your tits spilling out of your push-up bikini top, then you look back at his face. Handsome man, really. Salt and pepper beard. Full head of dark hair with a little gray. Sunkissed skin. His eyes are kind and glassy. His nose twitches. "Oh, that's what leopards call their spots. Rosettes."  

You laugh uncomfortably. 

“Yeah, the ones on your top, those are pretty good.” His eyes drift down your body. “Skirt doesn’t really have’em right. Still nice though.” 

"Thanks." You politely nod and return to looking at the snacks, ignoring him in the corner of your eye. 

He doesn’t leave. He only gets closer.  He looks you up and down and steps into your personal space. He lowers his voice.  "You, uh, workin'?"

No, you don't work there. Do you look like you work at the gas station? Your stomach turns as you realize what he means, and your face goes cold. You stare at him, and your eyes drift to a hole in his shirt right below the collar. "Am I WHAT?" You ask incredulously, but trying to be quiet. Your whole body feels hot at the implication. You're humiliated, but for some reason it makes you warm between the thighs, too. 

His eyes go wide, and he puts his hands up in surrender. "Sorry," he mumbles, then adds, "A man can dream,” as he backs away. 

Your heart races and flutters and you scold yourself for being flattered.  You end up in line behind the guy. And the line takes forever, giving you plenty of time to fume and also wonder about him. It's nothing against sex work – Work is work. But you'd like to think you wouldn't be picking up a rough looking guy in a gas station.  Your friend's motorcycle revs outside. You look out the window and he's there by the curb waiting for you. You could drop the snacks on the closest rack and get the heck out.�� But for some reason, you stay in line, and not because you’re that hungry. 

Someone needs to scoot behind you and you're forced to step into the sleazy man's personal space. He smells far better than you would have imagined. Woodsy and fresh. Somehow that makes all the difference, like he's not a filthy vagrant after all. He just had the aesthetic. Which is kinda hot.  Your friend on the motorcycle shakes his head, revs his engine again, then drives away.

"Asshole," you mutter.  

The man in front of you (your aspiring john) glances back and again mutters, "sorry." He scratches the back of his neck and exposes a chain under his ratty t-shirt. He really does have a nice head of hair, and now you see there’s a joint behind his ear, too.  Maybe he’s just a hippy. 

"Not you," you mumble. Well, not only him. Both of them. 

He turns to face you. "I know. Saw ya roll in." Great, so he thought that was your pimp. "Want a ride?" 

"Nah, I’m close," you mutter without looking right at him, then mumble, “thanks.” 

He wets his lips and stares at your chest for a moment before adding, "ya sure?" And now that you know this man smells good, wears a chain, and has a ride, you're throbbing. You cross your arms and bite your lip looking at his handsome nose while his kind eyes search yours in anticipation. 

"Okay," you whisper.

"Hell yeah," he whispers back with half a smile, getting a little closer, like the two of you are plotting something. 

"But I'm not workin'," you remind him.

"Heard ya the first time, gorgeous." He winks at you.

He tries to buy your food for you. When you don't let him, he nods with a smirk. He crosses his big arms, plastic bag that reads “thank you” hanging from one of them, and waits for you. Then he holds the door open on your way out. 

He checks you out as you pass through the door frame. You take your sunglasses off and put them in the bag with your snacks. 

"Name's Joel."  When you don't tell him yours, there’s a new smirk in his voice when he says, "don't gotta tell me your real name, if ya got a street name or somethin'. . ." 

"Jerk." You punch his arm and mostly suppress a laugh. 

He smiles and brings a massive hand to his bicep to pretend like it hurts, and for the first time it hits you how muscular he is.

"Truck's around back." He nods toward the back of the store. He walks slightly behind you. You feel his eyes boring a hole in your ass. Then you feel the warmth of his massive palm on the small of your back and he gets closer to you as he curves his hand around your side. "Too damn hot, baby. Had me thinkin' with my dick is all." Your face heats up and you glance at him. “I’ll carry that for ya.” He takes your bag. 

He's parked around a corner out of view. Between some bushes and a closed library for some reason. His truck is nice, and it's big. Tinted windows. The back window of the cab says Miller Brothers.  It's sunset, so you're grateful for the ride, lest any other low lifes make the same mistake on your walk back. When y'all get to his truck, he lets his hand slide down your hip. He opens the driver’s seat and puts the bags inside. Then he leans against his truck and adjusts himself. He's wearing pinstripe lounge pants.  "Can't really blame me, can ya?" He raises his eyebrows. He scans you top to bottom again.  "God damn, baby." 

You laugh and look down shyly, unsure whether to thank him. His eyes don't leave your body at all.  "To be fair, I thought you were homeless," you admit. 

He exhales a laugh and shrugs.  "Where ya headed?"

"Back to my friend’s pool."

"Hungry?"

"Nah."

"Smoke?" So that’s why you’re still outside the truck. You shouldn't, but you hesitate curiously.

You lean against the bed of his truck with your elbow resting on its edge, facing him.

"Fuck you're sexy," he mutters to himself. "Helluva rack but I'm an ass man, c'mere."

He turns toward you so he's leaning with his left side on the driver's side of the truck. He puts his right hand on your hip, rotating you so you're facing the truck. "Mmmmm." He puts his hand on the small of your back again, then slides it down–slowly, experimentally, cautiously enough for you to stop him. You don't. You're throbbing.  He grabs your ass–his palm is huge. You glance at him and watch his eyes study the curve of your body. Deep down in your body, you know you're gonna fuck him. You both know it. With his left hand he retrieves the joint from behind his ear and puts it in his mouth unlit. 

He sucks in a breath around the joint and lifts the flesh of your closest ass cheek. When he lets it drop, a growl escapes his chest. 

He fishes a lighter out of his soft pants pocket and lights up. and as he inhales, once again he can't keep his eyes off your body.  He takes the joint out of his mouth and turns your face toward his. You rotate toward him and he gets close, your bodies almost touching. He looks to your eyes for permission and begins to slowly exhale downward, so it's yours if you want it. You bring your mouth closer to his and he angles the smoke more toward your mouth as you suck it up. The moment seems to last forever and your lower belly is on fire. 

The sunset washes everything in a pink hue. When his lungs are empty, he murmurs "good girl" and rests his hand on your hip, lightly running his palm over your stretchy little miniskirt, feeling the bump toward the top hem where your bikini tie is. He peels the top of your stretchy skirt down to expose the knot and pulls at the string. You let him untie it. The parking lot is empty and wet from an earlier rain. 

"Fuck you're hot," he mutters with the strings of your bikini hanging over the miniskirt on that side. He takes another puff and passes you the joint. You take only a small inhale. "C'mere," he murmurs and his hand on your waist nudges your side off the truck and pulls you closer to him. He unties that side of your bottoms the same way. 

"And if I was workin'?" You ask. 

He gives a low whistle. "Wouldn't know where to start," he murmurs. "But I can tell ya how it'd end." He looks at your skirt.

You ask, "How's that?"

He doesn't take his eyes off your skirt. "She'd be wrecked n' beggin' for more, baby." Your fingers absentmindedly graze your chest, feeling where your tits spill over the cups. "Careful sugar," he chuckles. "Start me up, I won't ever stop." He sticks the joint in his mouth and shamelessly adjusts himself with both hands so his cock is upright and held in his waistband. He offers the joint again and you decline. He pinches it out and puts it back behind his ear.  "Damn," he mutters, still checking you out. He rubs his hand over his cock through his soft pants. "But ya *ain’t* workin'. . . so ya got nothin' to worry 'bout," he adds with a twinkle in his eye. "''Less ya want it . . ." God, you do. You want it. 

"Wrecked, huh?" You challenge him. 

He sighs and his big hand on your hot skin rotates you back toward the truck.  You hang your elbows over the side of the truck bed. He slinks behind you, then lets the heft of his cock against your ass crack. You gasp at how nice and hard it is. It moves against you and he sucks in a breath through his teeth then lets out a, "Mmm" as he exhales. He rolls his hips against you and uses both hands on your hips to pull your ass back into him so you're off the truck.

He holds you with one arm around your waist and his other hand slides between your legs from the front, up your skirt. "Bad girl, ain't ya?" His hand skims up your inner thigh to the crotch of your swimsuit, hanging loosely now that it's untied on both sides. "Yeah, ya are,” he answers for you. He slides two thick fingers through your folds and you sigh, tilting your head back.  "Spread your legs for a stranger?." His voice is deep and gruff and makes you throb.  “S’okay, not just any stranger.” His other hand grabs a tit while he runs his fingers through your dripping folds, then begins to circle your clit with his drenched digits. "Oh she's beggin' for it, baby," he murmurs. 

He lets your weight against the truck again so his forearm is between you and the metal with his hand still between your legs. His cock presses against your ass at a slow rhythm, making your insides swell with need for him as he fingers your clit. You squirm and your hips rock into his hand. You whimper and he brings his mouth to your ear. "Five hundred," he whispers. 

You gasp and he adds, "Not you. . .I'm workin' now, baby" as he speeds up on your clit. "I'm a penthouse boy, but that's your back alley discount." 

"Fuck you," you laugh.

"First one's free if i cum inside," he murmurs into your neck. Then he grabs the crotch of your swimsuit and yanks it down, pulling it off entirely. He pins you to the truck with his cock against your ass. He shoves the swimsuit in your mouth and ties the strings behind your head. You taste the chlorine and your own arousal. You turn your head to look behind you and he reassures you no one can see. 

His hand returns between your legs and he slips one, then two thick, wet fingers into you. Your cunt squelches obscenely around his digits. "Hell yeah, hear her beggin' for me?". He frees his cock from his pants and keeps fingering you.  Then he slides his fingers out and your walls twitch at the loss. He wedges his cock under your skirt and it’s so big you have to spread your legs more. He runs the head through your folds and you’re gushing. As the head massages your clit, you moan into the swimsuit in your mouth. "Want the first one free, don't ya?" He taunts into your neck, dragging his lips along the delicate skin. "Want me to fill up this filthy hole?" You nod, desperate to feel him inside you. "First with this cock, then all the cum ya can hold," he murmurs and you nod. You tilt your hips and spread your legs. "Good," he breathes. "Good girl." He notches himself with the curve of his tip just inside. "Ready to swallow me whole, hot damn." 

You push back on him and he says, "shit," and pushes into you.  He slides right into you, spreading your cunt wide open with a groan into your neck. It's a delicious stretch and he fills you to the brim, bottoming out on the first go.  "God damn, sugar." He retreats and slides his thick cock into you again, sheathing it entirely with your dripping cunt. You weren't even sure you could take this cock but it's perfect. "Fuck, you feel good," he pants and twitches inside you. If he comes early you're going to laugh but you pray he won't. He begins to roll his hips at a steady rhythm, and you moan into the swimsuit. He breathes heavily against your neck and bites and sucks you. You adjust your hips and push back on him to his rhythm. 

"Take it like a pro," he pants, "an' you're tight, too. Damn." His right hand works your clit.  His left hand comes to your throat, thumb on the left side of it, fingers on the right.  Choke me, you think. Do it. But he doesn't. He licks and kisses at the left side of your throat, by his thumb. Then his fingers on the right of your neck tense for leverage and he plants his teeth on the left side of your neck. He sucks hard and moans into you as he sucks more, like he's thirsty for blood. Your neck aches under the grip of his mouth. He breathes through his nose, and when he finally breaks with a gasp, he fucks you harder, grunting and sighing. 

You moan and he pulls your top down under your tits. A breeze and the rustling of branches nearby reminds you of the danger and you shiver. Your nipples harden under his forearm and palm and your cunt spasms. He groans behind your ear and you whimper and arch your back. 

"Gonna come on this cock?" 

You can only whimper again in response. 

"Go 'head, baby," he breathes and reaches for your clit again, groping a breast with his other hand.

You bite down on the swimsuit and your body jerks into his as you come undone. "Oh yeah," he sighs. "Fuck yeah, ohhh baby." He thrusts into you harder and you moan as your cunt chokes his cock, and with another powerful thrust he bottoms out and begins to erupt with a long sigh, pulsing warmly inside you. Then he reaches for your face and pulls down the swimsuit gag. As you gasp for air, he turns your head toward him. He kisses you deeply with his cock still rutting deep and slow inside you, pulsing the last of his seed into your depths. He moans into your mouth. And when your lips disconnect, he looks at you softly. Your eyes lock for a few seconds, more intimately than you’d expect. Then you feel awkward, and look at the back of his truck–Miller Brothers.  You say the first thing that comes to mind. "Joel Miller, huh?" You cringe at yourself. 

He raises his eyebrows. "What, like the sound'a Miller?" 

Your face goes hot and you make a joke to change the subject. "Your brother’a penthouse boy too?" 

Joel's cock slides out of you and you feel empty. He starts to fix your swimsuit top and says, "Somethin' like that. . .I'll introduce ya," as he finishes straightening it. What are you, dating now?

You start to protest, "Oh, I dunno," then pivot to something more agreeable but noncommittal. “Sure, maybe sometime.” 

—---

Joel walks you to the passenger side. What a gentleman.  He opens the door for you.  The seat isn't empty. There's a handsome man with longer, curly hair, a sexy smile, and his hands in his lap.  

"Name’s Tommy," Joel says behind you. "My lil bro." 

When Tommy lifts a hand to give you a little salute, you see his cock is out of his pj pants.   "Howdy, sweetheart." He's not even shy about it. He raises his eyebrows and holds it at attention for you,  thick and hard.  Butterflies swarm in your stomach and you can't take your eyes off it. "Kept the seat warm for ya," Tommy beams.

"Go on, sugar," Joel nods to Tommy's lap. "’fore my cum leaks out everywhere."

Your heart races and your clit throbs. It feels like you're in a dream. This is so lewd and vile. But you just got pounded in a parking lot, and who's gonna know, and who cares. You wanna sit on that cock. 

You look at Joel and he shrugs. "Don't gotta, but it's there." He leans in and gives you a kis, then murmurs "An’ she won't be leakin’ all over." He chuckles, then kisses you again. Damn, he’s a good kisser. When his head pulls back, you give him a devious, inquisitive look. and he says, "that's my girl." He helps you up and you scrunch up your skirt more. "She's hot as fuck, man," he tells his brother. 

You're facing the windshield, and it's like Tommy’s just part of the seat. It's a large truck so there's enough clearance over your head.  Tommy's large hands come to your thighs. 

"I got her," Joel says and Tommy moves his right hand to hold his cock for you. You tilt your hips and Tommy notches himself at your hole, which is still pulsing with an occasional aftershock. Before too much of Joel's cum can trickle down Tommy's cock, they both pull you down on him and you're stuffed full once again. 

"Good girl," Tommy whispers. Joel looks at you lustily and reaches his hand between your legs. He gives your clit a little rub, and you spasm on Tommy’s cock with an aftershock from Joel. 

"Goddamn," Tommy mutters. 

"Yeah," Joel whispers, then gives you another kiss.  He shoots Tommy a serious look.  "Don't fuckin' come inside her."

"I know, I know." Tommy hugs you back into his broad chest. "I’ain’t nothin' but a seat, honey. A seat and a plug." The crudeness makes you twitch.

Joel shuts the passenger door and goes back around to the driver's side. Tommy murmurs softly behind your ear. "Ya feel nice, though."

Joel buckles his seatbelt and starts the engine.  Tommy rests his hands casually on your hips and his thick cock twitches inside you. He clears his throat.

"Tellin' ya, man," Joel warns. 

"Nothin' to worry 'bout, brother,"  Tommy reassures him, playing it cool. "You used her up good." 

Joel backs up the truck and asks, "Where to?" 

You tell him the building. It's already in view in the distance as you approach the street to pull out from the parking lot. "There," you point to it. Joel opens his Takis and puts a few in his mouth. Your walls are hugging Tommy's cock as Joel eats his snack and drives. You bounce on Tommy's thick cock as Joel pulls onto the main street, immediately getting stuck at a red light.  You moan, and Tommy stifles a grunt then whispers "shhhh,"  into your hair.  It's not a long way. But you're stuck in traffic.  

"What do you listen to?" Joel asks and turns on the radio. It's on the local classic rock station.

"That works," you mumble, laid back against Tommy's barrel chest with your eyes half closed. While Joel is focused on the road, Tommy wedges his hand under one of the push-up cups of your bikini. 

Tommy sighs, then whispers into your right ear where Joel can’t see. "Sexy little thing ain't ya." His cock twitches. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, trying not to moan. He lightly pinches your nipple then fixes your suit again. God his cock feels good. You're almost to your friends condo, but you don't want it to be over. 

"Can you, uh–can you take me to my place instead?" You ask

Joel looks at you and cocks an eyebrow. "Not back to the pool?" You shake your head sleepily. "Tuckered out, huh?” he chuckles.  “That's okay baby. Where ya live?" 

You tell him the apartment complex. It's a couple miles further. "Good girl," Tommy whispers, pleased to have you on his cock a little longer. As Joel drives, you feel Tommy subtly lifting his hips. The bumps in the road have you bouncing on him too. And with the slow traffic, wearing nothing but a bikini top and a miniskirt,  you catch a few stares, even through the dark tinted windows. It turns you on more. It turns Joel on, too. He's hard again and rubbing himself over his pj's which are wrecked with drying drops of his cum, your juices, and a darker new spot of precum.  Tommy’s cock is so thick, and it throbs, and occasionally twitches, and you can so freshly conjure the feeling of Joel pounding you too, whispering filth into your ear.  

Your body’s building toward another climax, but you’re trying not to let it. Your cunt spasms, and Tommy's chest expands under your back with a deep inhale. "Shhh, it's okay," he murmurs. You’re almost there. 

"Joel, i–" you reach over for him. He looks at your face and does a double take. "Shit," he peels into the closest corner. "It's okay, hold on for me sugar."

Tommy moans, trying so hard not to cum.  "You better fuckin not,” Joel growls at Tommy.  Joel takes off his seat belt as he parks and urgently takes his cock out. "C'mere baby," Joel reaches for you. Tommy groans and you feel a little pulse as he hoists you off his cock. Your cunt twitches, trying to hang onto Tommy, not wanting to let him go.  Tommy erupts as his cock slides out of you and his cum paints your folds.  He moans through it, cock in his hand, cum gurgling onto his fist, head tilted back, eyes closed. 

Meanwhile Joel pulls you toward him and your cunt is beginning to flutter ever so slightly around nothing, but you’re staving off a full climax.  You kneel on the empty seat between them and Joel urgently pulls you into straddling him. His cheeks are flushed and his face is serious. "yeah, I got ya baby." He wets his lips, then his mouth hangs open as his tip finds your hole and he pulls you down on his dick, even thicker than you remember. "Hell yeah," he whispers and you're packed full of cock again. "Uungghh yeah," Joel lifts his hips into you and you cum on his cock right away. 

"Oh fuck," you gasp, "Joel–ugghgh," you moan unrestrained and tilt your head back. He catches it in his hand and brings your face to his. You clench around his cock and he fucks up into you slowly. Your lips break with moans from each of you as you cum on his cock and he moves you. He hugs you into him and latches onto the unmarked side of your neck. Then your clit is grinding into him as he keeps moving you on him while your climax wanes. 

"So damn hot, baby. Really take it like a pro." His words make you spasm again, and Joel groans. He rocks you on his cock, biting his lip. You can tell from how quiet he is, he’s trying not to cum so fast. But he can’t help it and after a minute, he asks,  "Ready for another load?" You nod, desperate to feel him pulse inside you.  "Think ya can handle it?"

You nod and roll your hips into him. You could come again, too. 

"Hell yeah, that's my bad girl–oh, fuck, fuck–ohhh.” He grunts from the back of his throat as his cock pulses enormously inside you, adding to his first load. As his moan wanes, his lips latch onto yours again. Your lips move together, and you begin to clench around his cock again, whimpering into his mouth with the pleasure. It seems to last forever. When your lips break, he reads your eye and mutters, "fuck, you're hot.”

He breathes heavily while his pulses continue but echo smaller and smaller, as with your aftershocks on him. He sits back against the seat for a moment catching his breath. "You're somethin' else," he whispers, then looks around outside. "What unit are you?" 

You tell him your apartment number and point out the building. You stay impaled on his cock as he drives to that building. He nuzzles his nose and mouth into your neck. He parks the car, then spends another moment with you.  He nibbles your neck, presses sweet kisses into your jaw, fixes your hair, then whispers, "Nice to meet ya, sugar." 

Tommy gets out of the truck and walks around to the driver’s side, and opens Joel’s door. Joel kisses you goodbye, deeply, with tongue, and helps hoist you off his cock. Tommy helps you down out of the truck while Joel tucks his cock away.  Tommy gives you a hug and kisses you on the cheek.  Then they drive away and leave you wrecked and wanting more. 

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Truth or Dare (Vi x Reader)

Euughh, its been a while since I've posted a fic. Enjoy! This is a modern au inspired by those Cut 'truth or drink' videos.

Cw: Mild mention of drinking (swapped out the alc for juice, so hopefully that's not a trigger for anyone). Other than that, slight violence mention.

Also! Thank you to @pixievi for these links!

Gonna tag a few of my mutuals here because I think they'd enjoy this (I hope that's okay! Please let me know if not and I'll remove you from the list!): @sweetercalypso @xthescarletbitch @vvynia @kittyt-hexxed @ellsss

“So, do you know why you’re here?”

You can just barely make out the person standing behind the camera. The build of the camera blocks off most of their face and for a moment it creeps you out; being in this sterile warehouse, sitting at a table with your best friend across from you has you briefly wondering just what Vi is cooking up. The two of you often joked about being put in Saw traps but you weren’t entirely sure you’d be willing to part with your organs and appendages should the occasion call for it.

“Ah, I think so,” you say. Vi turns to you, gently nudging your foot under the table. You recognize the gesture immediately: it was something the two of you did when you were younger and wanted to check in on the other. In this case, the nudge meant Are you okay? We can go if you need to. You nudge her foot back twice, your way of saying I’m okay.

“I’m here to do truth or drink, best friends edition. At least, that’s what she told me,” You reply, gesturing at Vi. She ducks her head, cheeks visibly coloring. The person behind the camera, someone you now suspected was the producer, speaks up once more.

“Okay then, you two can get started with a shot if you want.”

Vi grabs an unlabeled bottle and fills up both shot glasses before nudging yours towards your awaiting fingers. You bring the glass up, clinking it with Vi’s, before bringing it to your mouth. You are surprised when sweet juice instead of alcohol hits your tongue. Vi peeks out at you from under her fringe, a gentle smile gracing her lips. She knew you were trying to cut back on your alcohol intake, so knowing that she asked for an alternative warmed your heart. Vi sets her shot glass down and reaches out to the middle of the table, selecting a card from the stack. She leans back in her seat, huffing out a soft laugh.

“How did we meet?” She places the card down and looks at you expectantly. You grin, sitting up straighter in your seat.

“Okay so we went to the same high school, right? Vi had an…interesting haircut,” Vi barks out a laugh at this while you try (and fail) to suppress your chuckling, “Yeah, it was like…like someone threw scissors at her head and hoped for the best. It was like the unholy merging of a slick back, a pixie cut, and a fuck ass bob.” You barely finish your sentence as laughter wracks your body. Vi’s bark turns into a howl that you soon join. As soon as your laughter dies down, you continue, “This group of boys came up to her during lunch one day and were making fun of her. I stepped in and was telling them to leave her alone when she jumps out of her seat and absolutely socks this guy in his face! He falls, his friends jump in to try and defend his honor, and next thing you know it’s me and her against these dudes. It was brutal I tell you. They lost and ended up transferring schools and Vi and I were sacked with in-school suspension for a week. It was glorious.”

You reach out to grab a card. “What is your favorite feature of mine? Can be physical or personality-wise,” you place the card down and sit back. Vi leans her elbows onto the table, eyes meeting yours. “You have gorgeous eyes,” she says, “They’re so expressive, and I love the way they light up whenever you’re happy or excited. It’s one of the things that drew me to you back in high school. You were so bright and fiery, and the way you jumped in to help me with no hesitation has always amazed me.”

Your hands come up to rest on your heated cheeks. She leans forward once more to select a card off the pile. “Didn’t expect you to do two of them,” you giggle out. Vi feigns shock, replying “Ah, my bad, didn’t even realize it.” But the glint in her eyes tells you she absolutely meant every word.

“What are my green flags?” Vi drops the card back down to the table. You fold your hands under your chin and lean against them.

“You’re one of the toughest people I’ve ever met. And I don’t just mean physically, I mean emotionally as well. You don’t let anyone tell you what to do, I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen you genuinely scared. And it’s not like you don’t get scared, but you’re usually so on top of things, y’know?”

“Oh yeah, I’m definitely on top of things,” Vi smirks. You don’t bother holding back a grin. “But yeah, you make me want to be stronger. I want you to be able to rely on me the way I’m able to lean on you.” The blush on Vi’s cheeks only deepens. You lean forward once more to grab a card from the table.

“How good are you at kissing?” This time you don’t fully put the card down, instead twiddling and fidgeting with it. Vi chews on her bottom lip for a second before her eyes lock with yours. You expect to see her signature smirk on her face once again, but you’re surprised by the sincerity in her eyes. Vi thinks for a moment before reaching over to the bottles and pouring herself a shot. Your eyes widen with mirth.

“Oh, not going to tell me?” you grin.

Vi pauses for a moment before looking at you over the top of her shot glass. “You can always find out for yourself, you know,” she says before knocking back the drink. You gape at her, astonished, and not for the first time you wonder what Vi’s lips would feel like on yours. It’s been a reoccurring thought ever since high school, one that you’d tried to brush off time and time again. Years of friendship between the two of you had culminated in you developing an intense crush on Vi. There were numerous moments over the years where you thought about confessing to her, but something always stopped you. Whether it was you fearing the potential end of your friendship, or someone literally interrupting you, you were never able to tell Vi how you truly felt.

“Alright, so as you can see, there is only one card left on the table. Vi, that one is yours. Make sure you read it out loud and clear, okay?” The producer chirps out. Vi tenses before reaching out and sliding the card to herself. She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath before flipping it over.

“I, um…so, this last card is daring me to tell you the real reason you’re here.” You quirk an eyebrow. Vi continues, “I didn’t bring you here just because you’re my best friend.”

Your heartbeat picks up and for a moment you worry it will pound right out of your chest.

“I brought you here to tell you…that I have a crush on you,” Vi said, her lips curving into a sheepish grin. For a moment, the world goes still, and you wonder if you’re dreaming. You cough out a “What?”, eyes fixated on the woman in front of you. “You have a crush on me?”

Vi nods. “Ever since that day in high school you’ve been it for me. I know this has been a long time coming, but I could never find the right time to tell you.”

“I could never find the right time to tell you!” You exclaim. “All this time, all these years, you mean to tell me we were both crushing on each other?”

Your hands cover your face as you let out a groan that soon evaporates into a laugh. Vi joins you with a laugh of her own. The absurdity of it all is hilarious to you: of the woman you’ve been crushing on for years not only reciprocating your feelings but going to the trouble of dragging you into a video to confess said feelings.

Once your laughter has subsided, you and Vi are left gazing at each other. “Well, at least we finally know we’re on the same page,” she says. You nod, attempting (and failing) to hold back a grin.

“Alright, so you guys clearly feel the same for each other!” The producer says. You hear the mischief in their voice and brace yourself for what’s coming. “You guys should definitely seal the deal, y’know?”

“H-how do you suppose we do that?” You stutter out.

“You could always seal things with a kiss!”

The heat on your cheeks only flares hotter. Vi’s own face is searing by this point. There’s no way you could kiss her! And in front of a camera no less! But at the same time you wonder if this is the only chance you have, if the adrenaline coursing through you was enough to propel you forward. Just when you were internally making a pros and cons list (the pro being to kiss your best friend and the con being potential ridicule from internet strangers) Vi nudges your foot under the table. Are you okay with this?

Only a moment later do you nudge back twice: I’m okay with it. I’m really okay with it.

With a surge of courage, you sit up in your seat and lean forward. Vi follows suit, meeting you in the middle of the table. It only takes a moment for your lips to meet.

You grin into the kiss, tilting your head just the slightest to deepen it. Vi’s hand comes up to cup your cheek. Your hand reaches up to rest on it and it’s only when the producer and crew begin clapping and cheering do the two of you separate.

The two of you are beaming harder than you thought possible, and everything feels limitless. Despite having no alcohol in your system, you feel fuzzy and warm. Vi sneaks in one last peck to your lips before you sit down. Once things calm down and you’re seated the producer speaks up one last time.

“We actually have one bonus card for you two.” A crew member steps forward and lays a card down in front of Vi. Her brows furrow in confusion but she picks it up nonetheless and reads it. A tiny smile graces her lips as she sets the card down, reaching across the table to place her hands on yours. “Will you go on a date with me?”

You gently clasp your hands with hers, bringing them up to place a kiss on the backs of them. “I’d love to go on a date with you, Vi.”

-

A few weeks after filming, you and Vi are notified that your video was live on the channel. You pull it up on your laptop and snuggle next to your girlfriend on her couch. Vi snorts and laughs the whole way through it while you hide behind your hands and join in her laughter. The comments are surprisingly wonderful, everything from people cooing over how cute the two of you are, to others lamenting over being single. Every last one of them brings a smile to your face. And as Vi keeps clicking through and pointing out the funniest ones, you lean into her side, pressing kisses to her skin.

“Hey love?”

“Yeah?” She asks.

“I’m really glad you brought us on a random YouTube video.”

Vi turns and presses a kiss to your lips.

“Me too.”

[dailyanarchistposts]

Why are anarchists against hierarchy?

Why exactly is hierarchy bad?

dot

To the extent that hierarchy is bad (there is a question of semantics here—see below), it’s because it encourages (or forces) people into situations where they feel (or are) not responsible for their own lives and actions. The military is full of extreme examples of people doing things that ruin the rest of their lives because they were ordered to (not just by their commanding officer, but by an entire social system that a) tells them they should be ordered, and b) forces them into situations like the military to be able to survive).

Some people don’t put the issue in hierarchy, but in domination, and argue that some amount of hierarchy is not a problem, as long as it’s not institutionalized... Like, it’s ok if people pay more attention to you when regarding something that you’re known to be good at. The problem, for example, comes when you get to start making people do things.

I think the valid critique that people bring to this ques- tion is that of relationship, and the idea that we are all in some kind of hierarchical relationship all the time (a la Foucault), that power flows between people all the time, and that to resist hierarchy is to resist relationships... So the issue becomes one of context and degree, rather than simply a binary one.

law

If I may, I would alter your question to read: Why is hierarchy considered to be detrimental to the positive principles of anarchism like mutual aid, direct action, and voluntary cooperation? With a simple understanding of what those principles are and what they look like, the question almost answers itself.

I would wholeheartedly agree with dot that it’s a question of the institutionalization of hierarchy rather than hierarchy itself that is the problem, so a better way of discussing this issue is to call the problem domination—or if you’re feeling philosophical, call it Herrschaft, because all the really heavy philosophical shit sounds especially heavy in German.

alc

I imagine a “hierarchy” in a simplified sense as a pyramid where each individual exists as a block in the structure: the closer your block’s position to the top, the less pressure you feel upon yourself and the more pressure you put on others. The pressure symbolizes authority. So this highly unequal distribution of force predictably breeds institutionalized privilege, envy, and competition for dominance, at bare minimum because of a want to escape the pressure. It seems like the privilege and envy,

Now, beyond just intentions, and the way that power corrupts, we can emphasize the consequences of structures of hierarchical control, how they create incentives toward exploitation and obstacles toward accountability, and how such systems by definition entail finite positions of superior privilege and inferior classes held in subordination. Power hierarchies mean that those most allowed to change the status quo have the most investment in preserving it—their power, prestige, profit, etc. rely upon the disempowered not taking back their usurped initiative. Oftentimes even the mildest managerialism snowballs away from accountability and toward authoritarianism through “emergency” justifications that never roll back.

Systems that allow for and emphasize the role of hierarchical power have totalitarian tendencies. They have pyramidal structures, stacked ranks, centralized power, vertical organization. Their officials give commands supported by threats. This creates a delicate stability through a shared fear of repression.

In this spirit, their decision-making tends to utilize massive restriction and coercion, representation, assimilation, and manipulation by force or by fraud.

They develop impersonal bureaucracy, standardiza-tion, and conformity. But other and contrary types of relations and organizing exist, such as collaborative self-determination between peers, the kind that anarchists propose.

Power hierarchies undermine communication. Hag-bard’s Law shows that in a truly pyramidal structure, where authority figures create order through threats, subordinates tend to tell their superiors merely what hierarchy the superiors want to hear. This filtering multiplies to the degree of verticality, by each level of mediation in that structure. Those at the top therefore lose connection from the reality below them. The (mis)information the authorities receive appeals to their confirmation bias (the things they want to hear), resulting in misguided intentions cloaked in truth, shielded by mistaken confidence, and armed with monopoly, allowing for no opposition. And so, because of the one-way decision-making and the filtered awareness, if those at the top of the pyramid actually made a deliberate attempt to represent the subordinates, they would tend toward a misrepresentation made invisible to themselves.

If people possess the critical thinking and character assessment skills to recognize in an authority the ways to lead competent, benevolent lives, why must we have to delegate this capacity outside of ourselves? Why do we need them to run our lives if we can tell how our lives should be run? And however will the disempowered find freedom, if in each instance where authoritarians act on behalf of the disempowered, to shape or shield or crush them, the will of the disempowered continually atrophies from lack of exercise? How else will the disempowered find freedom, if not in seizing the direction of their own lives, the very act that the authoritarians deny them? Stratification of power only exacerbates the predicament. We alone experience the peculiar circumstances of our situation. We alone bear the history of our aspirations and sorrows, our passions and eccentricities, our capacities and limitations.

Our lived experience grants us more qualification at determining our path than any speculating manager could ever dream of. Further empowered by collaboration with one’s peers, people can experience authentic freedom, and not the sad farce of begging those in power for mercy.

People may voluntarily seek for themselves a leader to guide them, but when they deny others the ability to live autonomously, it results in nothing but tyranny, no matter how many smily faces the tyranny hides behind. Those of us who by conscience refuse systems of hierarchical power will not voluntarily choose hierarchy to opt-in and cannot opt-out without severe punishment. Those in power promise us the world but by design they must keep our lives out of our own hands, and regardless of whether or not they make decisions I would endorse—which they don’t—I find the method irreconcilable with my conscience and my aspirations. And that is the inequality and the abusiveness of the “power” I refer to, that is the mechanics intrinsic to hierarchal order.

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

President Lula approves new tax system in Brazil

President Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva (PT) approved, on Thursday afternoon, January 16, the Complementary Law 214/2024, which regulates the Tax Reform, with vetoes to three provisions related to tax incentives for the Manaus Free Trade Zone (ZFM), particularly regarding the presumed credit for products. The measure also affected the Free Trade Areas (ALCs).

The law establishes the Goods and Services Tax (IBS), the Social Contribution on Goods and Services (CBS), and the Selective Tax (IS), creates the IBS Management Committee, and amends tax legislation.

In total, 15 veto blocks were applied to the 544 articles of the Complementary Bill 68 (PLP 68/2023), which was approved by Congress in December 2024. The law will be published in the Official Gazette and the vetoes will be analyzed by the National Congress in a new voting after the recess.

According to the Secretary of Tax Reform, Bernard Appy, the president’s vetoes were technical in nature. Given the small number of vetoes, it can be said that the essence of the regulatory project was preserved, respecting the decisions of the Legislative Branch.

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[faithful-freak]

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Danny, Daniel if i get on your nerves haha…

💭 24, bi trans man (he/him), vers/switch. adrenaline junkie. sub/dom/switch posting all over the place. love t4t, not adverse to cis people though. been on T, top surgery eventually.

🗣️ just on here again to fuck around and find out. not looking for serious. don’t ask for pics (i only send when i want). don’t ask to talk anywhere outside tumblr.

👤 call me: boy, mutt, dog, slut, asshole, brat, pathetic, captive, devout follower, #1 enemy, daddy, sir, Father Daniel, fucking freak, FAGGOT…

whatever just nothing too horrifically feminine or weight related

💬 terminology: pussy, cunt, hole, (t)dick/cock, clit, chest, tits, don’t care, as long as you know i’m a man with said parts

✅ YES: switch on switch, heartbreakers, hopeless romantics, banter/bullying, intox (thc/alc), pet play, hierophilia, weapon play, forcemasc, blood/sweat/tears, cnc/dubcon, fauxcest, praise, degradation, breath/impact play, edging/denial/overstim, breeding, bondage, CORRUPTION, etc…

(many of these things i enjoy in both a dom and sub role)

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[lookatmysillies]

although this song definitely wouldn’t match cas because i heard a lot of theories discussing how it was probably about an overprotective parent which he definitely is not . . i think there should be a harpy hare animatic featuring cas and all of his kids . . especially with the line “ harpy hare where have you buried all your children, tell me so i say “ . . i would definitely do it if I didn’t suck so bad at animating 🥲

Cas and his children give me THOUGHTS

Obviously his two canon kids are Cinna and Leto, and this song really fits because he truly does “bury” them in his mind. He blocks them out, he represses any hint of emotion he feels for them—in a way, they’re literally dead to him. Seeing either of them is like seeing a corpse come alive.

While we’re on the subject, I find it really cool how Cinna and Leto took after two very different sides of Cas: Leto has more of his outwardly projecting traits like his animated personality and confidence, while Cinna takes on his repressed, dark qualities, all his bitterness, insecurities and fear.

Tagging @14-alc/@paradisedisconcert since this involves your child!

[faggymutt]

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+ im dexter (he/it) n im 20

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+ im ftm, on t (4+yrs) n post-top surgery (2+yrs), n i love my trans body

+ im queer n bi n i tend to lean t4t

+ while i consider myself queer and would totally fuck a dyke if he asked, if you are exclusively into women, please don’t follow this blog. i am not a woman in any aspect lol so it just makes me feel a little odd.

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+ leo is my only puppy!! i will not call anyone else puppy!

kinks im into (in no specific order)

-pupplay (i am. a dog)

-somno/free use/cnc

-watersports

-public /outdoors

-breeding (no pregnancy! don’t tag my stuff mpreg either)

-praise or degradation

-intox/drugging (weed, alc, psychs, coke)

kinks im NOT into

-scat

-ageplay

-real incest

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anything not listed is smth im willing to talk abt!

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[world-table-tennis]

It's New Year's Day, 2025! And I've made it a habit to change my rubber out every year at the start of the year, so this time I thought I would post my blade and rubber combination and write a bit about it and why I'm playing with it. I started playing with this combo in mid-2021 and don't see myself moving away from it any time soon.

Blade: Stiga Dynasty Carbon, Xu Xin edition, 85g. Xu Xin has probably been my favorite Chinese national team player from this century actually, and I'm a Stiga guy, so why not try his signature blade out? That was the thinking. And it ends up that this blade fits his style of play: creative topspin game, dynamic shot making, super stable at the table, excellent touch. And this blade has helped a (much lower level) player like me achieve some of the same… easy topspin, easy block, easy table game, and not so much power that I fall behind in my footwork. It has just enough speed to play offense, but is slow enough for a big guy like me to move around in rhythm with the ball. This blade has amazing ball feel; crisp due to the thin koto outer ply, not unlike a Butterfly Timo Boll ALC or Viscaria in feel and shot making accuracy, but with cushy dynamics due to the thick ayous core. It plays very accurately and consistently, but has a bit of throw when you get down into the wood on a bigger shot. It has the Stiga feeling!

Forehand rubber: Butterfly Dignics 80, 2.1mm. While I don't love Butterfly blades all that much, I believe they produce top quality rubber, as good or better than anything out there perhaps. Dignics seems to be the default rubber selection for intermediate to advanced level players these days, but the question arises as to which one to choose between: 09C, 05, 80, or 64? I chose 80 for my forehand. Though, it seems it is not a usual choice, as most players intermediate through pro levels are using 09C or 05 on their forehands. However I do have unique reasonings for my choice: 1) 80 is the Dignics with the most allround characteristics; I can spin the ball, hit the ball, block the ball, chop the ball, lob the ball, etc, all with relative ease and without too much fuss, and there's nothing really getting in my way from the rubber to impede any of those shots. I don’t have to overthink it; 2) easy speed: 80 is pretty fast and I can generate power on most balls with relative ease with seemingly little effort; 3) yes, it's spinny: while not as spinny as 09C or 05 in "mechanical spin", it certainly generates quite a bit of spin from a variety of stroke productions, and I would estimate it is spinnier than Tenergy 05 on most shots; 4) dynamic range: I get the sense with 09C and 05 that I HAVE to spin the ball with pretty good technique on most balls to get a decent result, but with 80 I have freedom to choose spin level and trajectory with or without a perfect stroke. In that sense it plays a bit like a nicely speed-glued rubber from the 90's... I can spin cleanly or mush the ball with a "glue shot" for a winner. Not so easy with 09C or 05. 5) physicality: I’m not using my body as efficiently or powerfully enough to be able to get close to bottoming out 09C or 05 on hard shots, which means I would be underutilizing those rubbers a lot of the time. So it’s my opinion that most players under a certain level MAY be better off choosing something other than 09C or 05, and potentially something other than Dignics entirely... That level could be 2000, or could be as high as 2400 as a barrier to entry, depending on the individual player’s strength and body mechanics. 09C and 05 are certainly not for everyone just because they might like to loop the ball! To finalize, Dignics 80 is easy to play, with pretty good power, pretty good spin, and flexible… easy peasy!

Backhand rubber: Stiga DNA Platinum S, 2.0mm. I've always been into Stiga gear as I primarily used it when I first started playing, so I always try to use something on my racket Stiga-based; there's something about Stiga gear that feels "right" when using it. When I started training with a national level coach in 2016, she recommended a soft-sponged Stiga rubber for my backhand, and it was the perfect recommendation. Back in the 90's I used a lot of soft sponge rubbers on my backhand, one specifically most of the time: Skitt Coppa Tenero. So her recommendation sat well. In terms of the DNA Platinum Soft that I'm currently using, it is quite fast for a soft rubber, and definitely fast enough throughout its life span. There’s improved spin generation in topspin compared to the previous DNA Pro, and it is excellent in block and counter. All in all, a perfect backhand rubber for a control player like me. And that is an important point, the soft sponge is likely geared towards control players seeking control and flexibility across a wide variety of strokes, both offensive and defensive. Aggressive players would find more utility in a harder sponge.

Whew… that was a lot to write, but I wanted to outline things clearly if I was going to do it at all. ‘Til next time…

[as-above-rp]

Three Diamonds - How much legal trouble has your muse been in? What caused it?

Card Suits Asks | Accepting!

Most of the muses here have a clean record! But there are a handful who have seen some trouble with the law.

Yue used to have an extensive juvenile record. Theft, burglary, drinking, trespassing, fights at school, destruction of property--anything and everything he could do that would ruin his chances of being eligible for hero training when he turned 17. It was all pardoned and sealed when he turned 18, but he's got one DUI on his record from his early twenties. He doesn't have any records of the later dr.ug use (or former assassin work) on record, but he went to rehab for his dr.ug and alc.0h0l abu.se in his mid twenties, and he's 11 years sober now!

Riot in his mainverse has a little bit of a record. He's got one count of destruction of private property, and one for assault. He would argue that the place he trashed deserved it for being run by a bunch of bigots and racists, and the assault was all self defense that got pinned on him because he happened to be drinking that night. The assault charge was later dropped, but the case is still on his record.

Tommy had a tiiiny juvenile record, for trespassing and assault/battery for fights he got into during middleschool & high school. His only "big boy" offense is being discharged from the Army for bad conduct (namely excessive drinking, challenging authority, and assaulting another officer for getting too handsy with him). He spent some time in a military prison for it, and lost the majority of his veteran rights/benefits as a result.

Kairi has a couple of legal troubles under her belt. One was with her first job out of collage with a laboratory, who accused her of malpractice and misuse of licensed property while she was using herself as a guinea pig for an experimental treatment for her hereditary heart disease (which she later perfected with few side effects to future patients). She avoided any charges against her by agreeing to turn over all her research on the disease/treatment and resign from her position as a biomed engineer, under the condition that her father would still be included in the credits of that research--which they thankfully honored.

The other incident....well, i'll just put it under a read more. CW: mentions of mutila.ti0n, d0me.stic abu.se, and se.xual as.sault.

She actually turned herself in for assault and mutilation after she castrated her ex boyfriend, who had come home inebriated and tried to force himself on her. There was a lot of mental and some physical abuse that was going on before that led up to her "snapping", so it didn't just happen out of the blue. She did go to trial over it and spent a few months in *JAIL, but she got off pretty lucky, all things considered.

(( mun note here, I am well aware that things, unfortunately, don't go this smoothly for women/AFAB people in the justice system--i know all too well, being AFAB in the US, myself. But seeing as this blog is a creative outlet for myself, I believe I'm well within my rights to give a fem character a "win" in fiction, since AFAB folks in reality rarely get that chance themselves. Please don't come at me with inappropriate comments or questions about the topics mentioned above, because I will just block you without a second thought. Thank you ♡ ))

[real-time-recovery]

Before you follow~

I am mostly using this blog as a journal. If you find that it resonates, that's great and I am more than happy to welcome you here! But it is first and foremost here to document my recovery journey and I'm not about to change it or water it down.

That said:

-posts that mention alcohol will be tagged as #alc

-posts that mention marijuana will be tagged as #weed

-posts that mention cocaine will be tagged as #coke

-posts that mention any other narcotics will be tagged as #narx

-this user stands with Palestine, Sudan, Congo, and all indigenous peoples.

I will likely update this as I go along.

Recovery is a grueling and lonely road and I welcome those who are exploring sobriety to join me! This blog is also entirely LGBTQ+ inclusive and terfs/transphobes will be blocked.

[bongwaterbunny]

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hiya!! this acc is mostly gonna b 4 various fandom (list @ end) rbs n shitposts. im gonna say stupid shit, got a problem w that? block me.

call me bunny! im an adult, dm for my age, n i am a hs-dropout so if i sound a lil dumb, its cuz i am <3

i am engaged to @corpsgf. she chose me! /dir

tagging system xoxo!

#bun.blabs - general posts

#bun.blah - account updates, important info, directory + etc

#bun.boo - posts with potentially dark content (will try to tag but i am human n do make mistakes, mind that!)

#bun.bawls - vent posts

#buns.beloved - posts about/aimed towards my darlings

#buns.rico - slimy snail

#buns.gammy - the glamour in my bleak life

#buns.blazer - the joint to my spark

#bun.bubs - posts about/aimed towards my mutuals or friends

#buns.buddy - online oomf

#buns.baby - my cat, salem

#buns.beb - my ride or die

#buns.bully - irl oomf

#buns.brown.cat - my girl!!

#buns.buppi - My dog jk but not really

#buns.big.sister - pretty self explanatory

#buns.bud - ^ her boyfriend, the silly!

;; more info below the cut ;;

dni ;; pervs, pedos, rapists, racists, nazis, transphobes/homophobes, terfs, bigots, trump/elon/uhc/tate supporters, ppl who get triggered by w i post, n any1 else who doesn't wanna b here. im not forcing u to interact.

this blog will include mentions of ;; ed (ana), sh, sa, drug/alc use, sex, gore, mental ilness, various intense obsessions of mine

minors are safe to interact but pls dnt interact w my suggestive posts, u can block the tags!

just don’t be a dick, and you won’t get blocked.

enfp-t, hufflepuff, (crappy) writer!

the fandoms im currently hyperfixated on (feel free to send requests, thoughts, questions, etc) include ;;

arcane, dark pictures anthology/supermassive games (ive played the quarry, until dawn, the devil in me, little hope, house of ashes, man of medan), b99, hp (marauders era, also i DO NOT. support jkr. anyone who does is not welcome here.), the good place, the haunting of hill house, the 7 deadly sins, rwby, house md, superstore, metal family, modern family, stranger things, d20 (fantasy high + the 7, first ep of neverafter + burrows end), dropout (faves are the intrepid heroes + aabria iyengar, vic michaelis, and izzy roland!)

[coldcrypt]

how do you block out the guilt from eating or not getting your deficit? Have had an avg of 3k cal the past 4 days :((( Need to make a blood oath with someone to not drink until -10kg minimum

Even on days where I fast for 18 hrs and restrict, I can still hit 3k from having nearly 2k in alc

[dr-med]

Updates:

- finally my PhD is registered (backwards from 1 January on) and it’s going fine, I’ve submitted first paper already, it’s under revision and I will submit a couple pretty soon

- I would like to mention that work with cell cultures is amazing

- I have two months of full time research left, after that I’m back to diagnostics and will do research as usual in my free time. Advanced time management skills required but it’s not the first time :)

- I’m doing quite ok! I didn’t have any alc since last august (it wasn’t even a problem, just fun fact) and I didn’t have any w33d since last september so my mental health improved A LOT. I’m quite stable now, even though my sleep schedule and eating habits could be better. I have a gym subscription and going there every now and then, when I feel no sleep deprivation.

- I got a lot of plants and they are doing well, I understood that I’m missing green - on my street there are no trees at all, so it got at least be green inside.

- I lost my art website and I’ve blocked my ex in October, now I have even more peace of mind after his rage writing has stopped. I still got to monitor when my domain gets free so I can take it over without contacting him.

- Climate crisis, microplastics and endocrine disruptors make me doubt what kind of future I want, so there are a lot of thoughts

Hope you all doing well

xoxo

02-05-2024

[pithuffingdog]

📌🌫️🔞

hello! I'm a fat hairy puppydyke from outer space!!! I am an FtMtAN* butch lesbian/service dog but I'll reblog anything that makes me throb. I use he/zie/they/it pronouns, I've been on Testosterone since April 2021, I'm a switch/sub-leaning verse, and I'm plural.

commissions are open, dm to inquire! askbox too :3

general horny posts = #puppyposting

art = #sexperiments

asks = #puppy playtime

rbs = #woof!

pics = #🐶

*AN can stand for ambonec or androgyne :3

The Big Ones

petplay

musk/smell (wasn't it obvious?)

sadism (bruises in particular)

service/worship (!!!)

intox/sexual coersion/"soft" CNC (pot > alc but both are fine)

praise/degredation

t4t

mouths in general

Etc.

size difference

masochism

oral sex

fauxcest

frotting

mindlessness/mindbreak/corruption

soft limits

"hard" CNC (I need to be in the mood for particularly violent language)

receiving anal

receiving nipple play

anatomy can be referred to as chest, cunt, hole, pussy, cock, (t)dick, clit. adding puppy before any of these gets you bonus points.

not into detrans, or orientation play, just prefer if it's tagged. I am monogamous and taken! I block freely and at my own discretion. obviously, minors gtfo