#and if the cursing is in another language

[sp00kymulderr]

Boop me once...

Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings/Tags/Notes: 18+. blue balls, grumpy Joel, horny Joel, Joel hates tumblr confirmed, pussy slapping, they're in love btw, reader could never be any of us ignoring Joel like this but lets pretend for fun. um idk guys. Thank boopoween for the inspo i guess. Unedited, unbeta'd all mistakes my own and there's probably a lot.

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It had started with a boop.

Well, a message from your friend telling you boops were back.

You and Joel were lying in bed, putting off the start of the day for another few minutes before you'd have to get up and going. He was always clingy in the mornings, and this morning was no different as he snuggled up behind you whilst you scrolled your phone.

"Mm…feels nice" you murmur when his lips lightly press against your shoulder, and then you squirm and push back against him when he does it again where your shoulder meets your neck.

"You feel nice" Joel whispers in your ear, hand travelling south and grabbing a handful of your ass.

You giggle softly, only to be cut short in what you were about to say in response when a notification pops up on your phone, a message on your favourite social media site.

'Turn your boop counter on!!'

Joels hand is still massaging the flesh of your ass while you're immediately opening up your app, an giddy gasp leaving you when you see the return of the iconic boops

"Getting excited, baby?" He laughs gruffly at your gasp, but your response certainly isn't what he's expecting.

"Tumblr turned boops back on!"

"…"

Joel looks at you like you're speaking a different language. Which you are, to him

"…What the hell is a tumblr?"

You just roll your eyes and shake your head before turning back attention to your phone with a giddy glint in your eye, "Don't worry about it, old man" you tease and he grumbles something under his breath as his lips make contact with your neck again.

You aren't paying so much attention now though, and Joel nips at your skin to bring you back to him.

You giggle but still you're on your phone, he peers down at the screen and sees kitty paws popping up, and he feels even more perplexed.

"Not got long, honey. Put the phone down, yeah?" He says, making it sound more like a command than a request.

"Hm?" You respond, half-listening "Give me one minute…just…"

Joel sighs. Looks at the clock, and watches the minute tick by. His fingers rub absentminded on your skin and if you turned your head, you'd see his lips forming the beginnings of a pout, an expression usually left to you when he teases you.

By the time you put your phone down, there's no real time at all. You turn to kiss him and Joel reciprocates but barely.

"Gotta get up, got a job on site today" he says as he pulls away.

And that's that. Morning ruined.

A dark cloud hangs over Joel most of the day. He curses this tumblr thing, and boops or whatever the fuck you were on about. He grumbles to Tommy the whole morning, and harrumphs around in the afternoon working in the garage.

He's still fucking horny, but he's too stubborn to just jerk off and call it a day. Oh no, he's gotta get his own back on you now.

"Hey handsome!" You call when you return home for the day, peeking your head into the garage and, okay, Joel lights up maybe just a little bit. Just a tiny bit.

"Hey darlin" He says, giving you a smile that has a glint of annoyance to it. You don't notice, phone still in hand, a string of notifications popping up on your screen as you speak to him.

"How was your day?" He asks, setting his tools down and coming around the garage to you.

"Oh, good. Didn't get much done, just booping"

"Just boopin'. Right…"

You don't see the angry tick of his jaw as you lean up to him and give him a cheeky little smile before going in for a kiss. He can't resist, of course not. He never could when its you.

But when you pull away, a happy sigh leaving your lips, you raise your finger and poke his nose with a "Boop!"

Joel loses it then; the press of your finger to his nose, the 'boop!' in that stupid, lilting tone. He's had enough. He's already frustrated from being left with blue balls this morning, so now he's annoyed and horny.

"I swear to god!" He grumbles, pointing an accusing finger at you

"W-what?" You asks, face a picture of surprise at his sudden outburst.

"This fuckin' boop thing! It's ridiculous, i've goddam had it"

"It's just…it's just a tumblr thing"

"I don't know what that means, and I don't wanna"

You can't deny his angry tone and the wild look in his eyes is making your cunt throb. You keep up your perplexed, innocent look as he goes on about it; about how he didn't get quality time with his girl this morning, how he'd been left aching all day and did you even care?!

"Joel, I'm s-" you start, holding your hand on his chest, a show of apology because you really hadn't meant to make him feel that way. He looks down at you, eyes dark and stormy and finds the fire in your own.

"You like boopin' so damn much, huh?" He practically growls out. Your clit jumps in excitement at the rumbling tone.

You nod dumbly.

"Well I'm gonna boop you til you fuckin' cry"

You figure he's not talking about a poke to your nose when he grabs you and hauls you down to the couch, you squeal excitedly, phone dropped to the floor as you eagerly help him pull of your clothes in a fit of rage…passion…determination…you can't quite pinpoint it but you're certainly not complaining about it.

"What happens on that little app of yours when you boop?" Joel asks, looking down between your legs while he kneels between your ankles, big hands holding them tight.

"It's…it's like…" You breath is a little ragged. He can easily tell you're already wet through your underwear "It's a paw that sort of…smacks?" you try to explain.

"Yeah?" Joel nods, tongue flicking out to moisten his lips. His hand reaches out like a flash, and a slap lands on your clothed pussy making you yelp.

"Joel!" you whine, the yell of surprise quickly turning to a moan, clit twitching and pussy clenching around nothing.

"Something like that, you think?" He asks, before he does it again.

Your mouth hangs open slack, eyes flutter closed as you let the sensation envelop you.

"Yeah, uhm, yeah, i think so…maybe, uhm, do it again to make sure?" you whisper, biting down on your bottom lip to suppress the desperate whine clawing up your throat.

He chuckles darkly, pulse quickening as he takes in your expression while he takes his sweet time pulling your underwear down, kissing your ankles before he tugs it all the way off and throws it to the floor. Your cunt is glistening, beautiful, mesmerising enough that he almost forgets he was ever annoyed to begin with.

Then your forgotten phone pings, muffled by the lacy fabric fallen on top of it, and Joel gives you a wicked smile.

A quick succession of slaps to your bare pussy have you crying out, and then squirming as he sooths the sting with gentle touches to your folds, parting them and massaging lightly with his thumbs.

"You still like boopin'?" He asks softly now, a thumb circling your clit and making you arch in delicious pleasure again.

"Mmm" is about all you manage. He's leaning over you now, crowding you and pressing you into the soft cushion of the couch. His jeans-covered bulge rubs against your aching pussy and you just nod, and nod and nod.

"Tell me, baby"

"Yeah. Yeah. Like it" You smile soft up at him, eyes wide and reverent, fingers gripping at his strong back, around to his soft stomach, down to the button of his jeans, "Like your version better, f-fuck tumblr, fuck those kitty paws"

He gives a wolfish grin, anticipation glittering in his dark eyes.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet"

[littlelamy]

Could you perhaps to Stylist magainze reader x Drew. She is a stylist on a set for LOEWE and in charge for his wardrobe. They have not met before. She is on the shy, sweet, introverted side. He finds her attractive and finds little moments to touch her (not in a creepy way, more so like you are when you have a crush on someone, you touch their arm when you laugh as an example) Gives her some longing heart eyes from time to time but Reader thinks she is just delusional

hope you enjoy!! ⭐️ the sun dips low over the loewe set, casting a warm glow over the meticulously arranged garments and accessories. the air buzzes with the chatter of the crew, but you feel distant, lost in the fabrics, the textures, and the vision you have in mind for the shoot. as the stylist, you’ve always preferred the company of clothes over people, but today is different. today, you will work with drew.

you’ve heard stories about him—his charm, his wit, and, notably, his colorful language. still, nothing could prepare you for the sight of him. when he arrives, casual and effortlessly cool, it feels like a scene from a movie. his presence radiates confidence, and as he saunters onto the set, your heart skips a beat. you quickly look down, focusing intently on the dress you’re adjusting, your cheeks burning.

“hey there,” drew’s voice cuts through the background noise, warm and inviting. the way he leans casually against a rack of clothes makes your breath hitch. you glance up, and your eyes meet his. his smile is charming, with a hint of mischief, and it makes your stomach flutter.

“hi,” you manage, your voice barely above a whisper. you feel shy, as if the spotlight has suddenly shifted onto you, and the world is watching. but you can’t deny the spark of excitement that courses through your veins. you’re here to do a job, and you will give it your all, even if your heart races in his presence.

as you both begin working together, the initial awkwardness fades into a comfortable rhythm. you pick out outfits, explaining your vision, while drew listens intently, nodding along. the way he engages with you makes you feel seen, his dark eyes sparkling with interest. you try to focus on the clothes, but every so often, you catch him looking at you with a soft, lingering gaze that makes your cheeks flush.

“okay, so what do you think about this one?” you ask, holding up a flowing, oversized shirt in a vibrant shade of blue. it contrasts beautifully with his rugged looks, and you hope he’ll agree.

“i think it’ll look sick on me,” he says, a playful grin stretching across his face. “but only if you promise to style it right.”

you can’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling up unexpectedly. “i promise,” you reply, your smile brightening.

as you work, drew finds little ways to bridge the distance between you. he leans in closer when you adjust a collar, his arm brushing against yours, sending sparks shooting up your arm. each touch feels electric and innocent, like a silent conversation charged with a mixture of humor and something more profound.

during a break, the crew gathers around a table laden with snacks. drew pulls you into the group, and you find yourself laughing at his jokes. he has a way of punctuating his stories with colorful language, each curse word drawing laughs and gasps from the team. “and then i said, ‘you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!’” he exclaims, eyes wide with mock disbelief.

you find yourself giggling, completely taken by his animated storytelling. it’s easy to get swept up in his energy, and for a moment, your shyness fades away. as you laugh, drew casually reaches out to tap your arm, the warmth of his touch lingering longer than you expected. you look at him, heart pounding, but he’s already looking at someone else, throwing out another joke to the group.

with every shared moment, you can’t shake the feeling that there’s something between you—an unspoken connection that pulses in the air. but you brush it off as your imagination, convinced that you’re reading too much into it. you’re just a stylist, and he’s drew—the talented actor everyone adores.

as the day progresses, you catch him watching you more than once, his gaze lingering, filled with admiration. each time your eyes meet, your breath catches in your throat. “am i just delusional?” you wonder, shaking your head to clear your thoughts.

when it’s time for the fitting, you step back to assess how the clothes hang on him. “you look amazing in this,” you say, your voice filled with genuine excitement. the outfit fits him perfectly, accentuating his frame and highlighting his features.

“yeah? you’re not just saying that because you styled it?” drew quips, tilting his head, his eyes glimmering with mischief.

“maybe,” you say playfully, unable to suppress a grin. “but it really is great.”

he steps closer, your faces inches apart. “you’ve got an eye for this,” he says softly, his voice low and sincere. you can feel the warmth radiating from him, and in that moment, all the noise of the set fades away.

then, unexpectedly, he reaches out, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. the innocent gesture sends your heart racing, and for a moment, you forget where you are. you blink up at him, stunned, and see a hint of vulnerability in his expression, a longing that matches your own.

“don’t look so surprised,” he teases, but there’s a softness to his tone that makes your heart swell. “i’m just trying to keep it real here.”

“yeah, right,” you laugh nervously, trying to play it cool. but inside, you feel a whirlwind of emotions—hope, excitement, and an undeniable attraction that you can no longer ignore.

as the day comes to a close, drew walks you to your car, the air heavy with the unsaid. he leans against the vehicle, arms crossed, a relaxed grin playing on his lips. “so, when can i work with you again?” he asks, his tone casual but his eyes intense.

“i—um,” you stammer, caught off guard. “i don’t know. it’s usually up to the director…”

“let’s make it happen,” he interrupts, his confidence shining through. “i’m serious. you’ve got something special.”

your heart races as he steps closer, his gaze locking onto yours. “i mean it. i really enjoy working with you,” he says, his voice sincere, yet laced with that playful edge you have come to love.

“okay,” you whisper, feeling a smile bloom on your face. “let’s do it.”

as you drive away, the sun setting behind you, you can’t shake the feeling that today has changed something inside you. drew has not just been a client—he has seen you. and as you replay the day’s moments, your heart soars with the possibility of what could come next.

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[yim-writes]

heyy I was curious if you could write about some of the Hashira men X a reader who is from a foreign country? Or speaks another language?

thank you!!💗

A/N: OML MY TWO DS OC'S ARE ACTUALLY FOREIGN ((I would love to rant some day about my ds OC'S)) also, I haven't wrote a full finished story since I was in junior high ((holy shit I'm old)) [[all the others are wip's]] so this is probably gonna be some shitty hcs!! ♥️

Some Hashiras x Foreign GN Y/N Shinobu, Rengoku, Mitsuri, Tengen, Giyu, Sanemi,

SHINOBU KOCHO:

She gives curious vibes

I think she'd wanna learn about your culture

She'd probably wanna learn the language if she hasn't learned it already that is

I feel like she is very bilingual ((did I spell that right?))

She would be willing to do your culture's traditions

I imagine you're doing something and accidentally hurt yourself and you curse in your language, and she just smiles politely and mends your wounds

KYOJURO RENGOKU

Loves your culture's food!

Especially loves your culture's special seasons/holidays

Wants to learn how to make traditional food from your country

I'm thinking if you forget a word in Japanese, he would try to help you remember it

He would want you to teach him some phrases from your language

I personally think he'd struggle learning your native language

but he'd try tho!

He'd tell all his friends your different!

MITSURI KANROJI

She would absolutely want to try your culture's food!

She would wanna learn the recipes to try to cook as well

I think she'd be quite interested in your culture's fashion trends and such

If you're culture has types of dancing I think she would LOVE to learn them!

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

I think he'd be interested in learning about your culture's fighting styles if it has any

I think he might be interested in the history

He'd wanna learn all the curses and slurs in your language😈

He'd be... Off put by your culture's food, but I think he'd give in and eat some

GIYU TOMIOKA

He'd be... intrigued to say the least

It wouldn't really matter to him that your different,

But I think he'd be interested in learning your language

I think he'd very much want to learn your culture's manners

So he doesn't offend you or your whoever

Because it might crush him if you got pissed off at him 🥺

TENGEN UZUI

He would find it extremely flashy to have a special partner!

He would brag and show you off

He would love to learn about your language

He would absolutely love to dress up in your native clothing

♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

A/n: so sorry this was short and shitty, It's been a while also i've never written for Tengen before ((rlly sorry it wasn't all the hashiras, I'm not quite sure how to write for them yet T_T))

~yim

[hellsitedotcom]

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*·˚ FIRST KISS HEADCANONS : PART ONE *·˚

ft. Aventurine, Moze.

My brain doesn't work properly, which means I ain't happy with anything I write when it comes to prompts/longer drabbles, so here's another round of Headcanons 'cause, uhhh, I had a random thought. (Unfortunately cursed to have those) EDIT: This...escalated a tiiiiiny bit, buuuut (as much as I hate my writing) I don't rlly mind.

*·˚ warnings/info: well, there's obviously going to be mentions of kissing; mentions of alcohol/drinking (Aventurine); Sunday's escalated so much, I had to make it a separate post lol. *·˚ english isn't my native language!

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⭒˚｡⋆ Aventurine ⭒˚｡⋆

⇢ I'll be frank: It probably happened while you were both drinking, just ''unwinding'' and ending up having a rather good time. You were sat at a bar way longer than you should've - the employees really just wanted to get home, but you two just...weren't leaving.

⇢ You were sat further away, obscured by room dividers, only your voices audible to anyone else. Aventurine had been teasing you since you agreed to go drink something with him, and now you were both at a point at which he felt like...taking risks.

⇢ He had asked you for a simple game of poker, winner gets granted a wish - but the loser will only find out what the winner wants after the game; were you in, or were you out? And you, slightly drunk, agreed after only a few seconds. What could possibly go wrong?

⇢ And he won - of course he did. What else did you expect? But you were laughing, joking how you had nearly beat him; still in a good mood, you waited for him to tell you his wish - his ''demand''; and he did, your eyes widening for mere seconds, before you granted it.

''Royal Flush,'' Aventurine triumphantly laughed, displaying the cards on the table between you, ''I win, sunshine.'' You just groaned, though you didn't hide the amusement in your expression, ''Oh, you definitely rigged that. There's no way, come on.'' ''Well, at least I almost got you,'' you added more quietly, chuckling while he collected all the cards you had used. ''I simply don't lose,'' he countered, smirking at you as he leaned closer, a motion you followed curiously, ''I thought you would've noticed by now.'' You merely scoffed, rolling your eyes without hiding your smile, ''Sure, sure, Mr. Gambler.'' ''You just got lucky,'' you hummed in a teasing manner, leaning further across the table, ''So, what's your wish?'' Aventurine held your gaze, unwavering, and even in the dim lighting of the bar, you could tell that he was thinking. A part of you wanted to regret agreeing to this, but the other part - the louder part - only grew more intrigued. For a moment, his eyes dropped to your lips - so quickly that you thought you had imagined it - before his lips parted, your eyes widening the slightest bit at his words, ''How about a kiss?'' You could feel your face heat up, a wave of different emotions momentarily taking over your expression before you collected yourself again. ''Just a kiss?'' you repeated, making sure you had heard him right. ''Just a kiss,'' Aventurine confirmed, slightly tilting his head, ''Only if you're comfortable, that is.'' Silence settled after that, your mind still processing his wish. Despite how lost in your thoughts you were, you could notice Aventurine grow...unsure? No, that wasn't really it... You were taking too long, and the man was beginning to wonder if you would back out. And just as he was about to repeat himself, making sure you knew that you didn't have to kiss him if you didn't want to, you crossed the space between the two of you, your lips crashing against his. You weren't even thinking, merely acting on instinct...on a feeling deep inside you, an urge you had been fighting for months. The second your lips had touched his, all your restrain had vanished, and Aventurine didn't seem to be feeling any different as he reciprocated your kiss, a hand coming up to rest on your neck, pulling you even closer. Neither of you could get enough, your hands resting on the table between, but all good things have to come to an end, don't they? As you tried moving even closer, breathless from the things he was doing to you, a loud buzzing noise interrupted the two of you, making you pull apart. ''The IPC...'' Aventurine groaned, visibly annoyed as he stared at his phone screen. He had to take the call, you both knew it. And, before the man could decide if he was willing to take another risk by pressing on decline, the bar staff came up to you, informing you that it was time to leave for you anyway...

⇢ You didn't sleep much that night, or the nights that followed, your mind too busy replaying that kiss over and over again. The next time you saw Aventurine again, neither of you mentioned the night at the bar, though from the way he looked at you alone, you knew you weren't the only one unable to forget it.

⭒˚｡⋆ Moze ⭒˚｡⋆

⇢ This came to me in a prophetic dream (listening to music & daydreaming), and I am a firm believer that your first kiss happened...on accident, almost. In a situation that...how did it even come to that?

⇢ You were sat beside him, hiding in the ''shadows'' away from everyone else while Moze was patrolling the area. There...wasn't really a need to do it, but it was Moze, so you didn't really question it. And while he was taking all of this seriously, you were just...laying in the sunlight, having a wonderful time.

⇢ At one point, you had just started talking, asking brief questions or sharing thoughts with him, which he - though somewhat reluctantly - replied to. Eventually, you'd even gotten him to learn over to you, and as you held his gaze in that moment, it just...came over you.

⇢ Maybe it was the fact that you were having a good day, the sunlight making you feel so alive and full of energy. Or, maybe it simply was the man's captivating presence, making you feel like you were admiring a painting. Regardless of the reason, the urge to learn in had taken over.

''I mean, I guess I just don't understand it,'' you rambled, emphasizing your confusion with your hands, ''Why make everything so much more complicated than it has to be, you know? Artisans can be a really odd bunch.'' You were laying on your back, staring up at the sunny sky as waterfall after waterfall of thoughts fell from your lips, when Moze suddenly leaned over, allowing his arm to rest beside your head. ''You talk too much,'' he huffed expressionlessly, making you fall silent as you dragged your eyes up to meet his gaze. ''Maybe you just don't talk enough,'' you quipped back, your lips twitching in amusement, ''Besides, if it bothered you, you wouldn't have stuck around me this long. We both know that.'' The man just grunted, focusing back on the crowd underneath you, ''Just try to be more quiet. I'm not helping you if we get spotted.'' ''Of course,'' you hummed, not believing a word he was saying, earning you another discontent grunt from him. Your smile just grew at that, eyes still glued to the man standing beside you. ''Just admit it, big guy,'' you teased, slightly tilting your head to get a better look at him, ''You enjoy my company.'' That made Moze turn back again, violet eyes boring into yours as he leaned over once again, making a swarm of butterflies awaken in your stomach, ''Is that so?'' His face was mostly obscured by shadows, hidden by the hood he always wore while you laid in the sun, yet her gentle warmth was entirely forgotten as you held the man's gaze, ''Tell me I'm wrong?'' Moze was quiet, just watching you wordlessly. You couldn't tell what he was thinking, but you realized the longer you stared at him, the less you cared about his answer to your counter. You were too busy getting lost in a daydream, drowning in his eyes, when a sudden urge came over you. What if you just-? Your inner voice didn't even need to finish the question, your body moving on its own as you propped yourself up, not even giving the man any time to react as you pressed your lips against his. Moze seemed to freeze under your touch, unmoving at first, until you felt his hand rest against your chin, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. His patrol all but forgotten, the man's lips began moving against yours until you pulled away to catch your breathe, your heart racing. ''I-'' You wanted to say something, but your mind, despite the hurricane of thoughts tormenting it, couldn't form a coherent sentence, so you just continued staring at him, eyes searching his expression for anything - any sign that this meant something to him. But you never got that answer as the man took a step back, letting go of you, Moze's expression as blank as a canvas. He was still looking at you, watching as your previously cheery expression began to falter, yet he remained quiet as you struggled to find the right words.

⇢ You didn't get any reaction out of Moze that day, nor did you ever calm down enough to actually say something to him in that moment. Eventually, Moze merely continued his patrol, telling you he needed to move to the next location before disappearing without waiting for a reply.

⇢ Since then, you've been...well, on one hand you've been trying to avoid him, but on the other hand, you still hoped you would catch a glimpse of him regardless of where you went. And, while you thought he probably never thought about the moment you shared, Moze felt the exact same way as you.

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[thedept]

I've been on a hair-trigger all day. As have we all, I'm sure.

But this morning while taking my son to school, a for-hire driver (think Uber, but another company) was backing his car into the crosswalk, where the pedestrians had the right of way, because a school bus was down the block dropping kids off and he didn't want to wait. There are 4 schools on this block including my son's school.

The school crossing guard put herself between the car and the crosswalk, held up her stop sign and yelled at him to stop. He continued on.

He did stop, during which time my son & I started walking again, and then he started reversing again. I put my son on the sidewalk and ... shared my thoughts with him. Which is to say, I screamed and called him a fucking asshole. He shouted back. Another parent joined in to yell at him. I took a photo of his license plate and his TLC sticker, and he called me a "fucking f----t."

It's totally on brand for me to yell at a car behaving that way, especially if there's kids around who he might not see as well, but I normally would not curse like that when there's lots of them on their way to school. Not today though.

I was not proud of my language. My son thought it was hilarious. And I pointed out to him that while I may have cursed loudly, I did not return a slur with a slur. I think he saw that.

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This afternoon, when it was beautiful outside, I took a walk around SoHo. I went and got a coffee. And I saw loads of tourists around, as you do in SoHo, but all I could think when I saw obviously American tourists who were obviously not from the area was that I wanted to tell them to get out of my city and never come back, we don't want your dollars here.

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On my way home from work, someone cut me off walking down the subway platform and blocked me from getting on my train. The conductor closed the doors. I almost kicked the subway car, which would not have been a good idea. Thankfully two things happened at once: I thought better of kicking a train, and the conductor re-opened the doors.

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I want to burn it all down today. So much work happened for the 4 years of his first term, and so much more different work happened during Biden's term. I'm out of fucking gas. I've given time and money and time and effort and time, and did I mention time? I've got nothing left to give, especially not my time, to this place that would rather vote for a fake strongman than for a woman, because God forbid.

[th3-c0ll3ct3r]

Docm77 as well as MANY other have fallen face first into this media-related ragebait and I'm here to explain why you shouldn't be mad at Doc/be upset but not "wish ill things on your child" upset, which yes. I did see. Shame on you person. Shame.

Ahem.

So upon waking up in the UK/Europe, we didn't necessarily have the build up to the presidential election due to timezone conflictions, so for many people (myself include) 6am to 9am we woke up to Trumps victory speech on the trending tab. I'm not joking, that's how people going out and how I found out

There have been a mixed bag of reaction but Doc is getting hate for saying, and I quote "Lol... Really USA? This is what I wake up to?"

Alot of people say this was insensitive, and excuse my language and I don't mean to upset, it's because they're Americans and (again apologies) Americans have been socialised into to being quite emotional about politics and read into everything that happens regarding it. Which is something that the rest of the world kinda looks down on America for, because it makes you look like 'cultist' (this isn't my viewpoint however we do discuss this alot in certain class and this is how other people see you)

Doc's reaction is not trying being insensitive, because to literally anyone else it's a reaction of speechlessness and confusion. Which the majority of people saw it as.

Because we all woke up to that.

Doc isn't trying to be insensitive, but I do understand why people think he's being insensitive, his confusion and speechlessness is being written off as dismissive.

People are saying the word 'lol' is worth cursing at his family over

1. That's not tolerated here. Don't be sending threats or harassing him.

2. Lol, has cultural differences in meaning.

In the US countries, it means 'haha funny!' or it can be a dismissive reply (in text format)

But in other countries, lol, is also used as a 'your joking right?' or 'pretty funny joke'. An example being 'lol what?' (funny joke, but what does it mean)

Many people think the lol is dismissive but it's not. He, along with many other actually didn't believe Trump had won yet and learnt about it in the worst way possible

Secondily he made a comment about dealing with "another 4 years of insanity" which people also thought was rude.

But sadly, it's actually true to alot of people outside the US. We only see the "funny" or mildly annoying bits of your media (because of filters and blockers) and sadly, I'll admit we don't know the full picture other than the Americans insanity over politics

It's literally what your known for in the UK.

So the '4 years of insanity' is definitely an exaggeration but is definitely true in some way. We get the bud of all the "Americans drama" and it's mostly the insane stuff, heck that's how flordia man and ohio became memes. So it's not unrealistic for us to see the next year's as insanity because it is. Just very dramatised

Also quick point, people are saying that because of this he doesn't support the LGBTQIA+ and to that I say; Rendog + his entire fanbase respectfully

Now the big boy issue. Doc said he won't talk about politics and Palestine yet talked about politics now? Why?

Why didn't Doc talk about Palestine?

And for similar reasons as to why alot of other people didn't talk about it, including myself. Not out of fear or something. It's because of the scams.

Being "late" to new media is frustrating especially when it comes to supporting people, and genuinely by the time I heard about Palestine I saw the scams first.

Doc HAS a younger audience demographic, who are more likely to get scammed because they do look very realistic and they even have fake followers and everything.

Why not get one from a reliable source? Well what is a reliable source? Because if something goes wrong people will blame you because you endorsed them.

Why not go to charities? Sadly their are now currently many scummy charities that do take alot of the donation percentage. (including some gofundme pages)

So to address this, Doc just didn't address it. And YES he admittedly should have explained why, instead of leaving it up to people to infer because as we can see, some people took it the wrong way. And I can see how they took it the wrong way, he didn't communicate it very well.

But to me and many others, the intentions were clear and that's why their were no comments made. However I do believe he shouldn't have used the excuse about not wanting to talk about politics, because that does have consequences long-term. And that why I'm here today

And this brings me to my final point.

People are forcing opinions out of other people and when their opinions don't aline they get mad about it. So to avoid this people either refuse to comment or have their own methods of tackling it or simply blurt it out because of pressure.

A modern example of this would be Kim. K and her son (ik shocking). Her son talked about supporting Trump and she got mad about it, told him to take down the videos and allegedly made him sign a contract saying to never make a video about politics.

Kim. K is actively avoiding being pressured into speaking by not responding and keeping it in.

However, another example of this would be Vivziepop. Due to recent events regarding her shows being leaked and the recent elections that damaged the integrity of women's rights and healthcare, she broke down on twitter.

Letting some of her frustrations spill out. This was encouraged by people personal targeting her, and basically harassing her to the point of breaking down.

These same types of people are trying to do the same to people like Aismey, Doc and even Jimmy Solidaritygaming because of thier social media presence, and when they have a reaction but then change their opinion it's suddenly a "well you didn't say that before!"

So to be clear, the circumstances of Docm77 is brought upon by miscommunication and ragebaiting. Dont go and threaten his family, voice your concerns respectfully in this troubling time (even if you're frustrated, you should project that onto someone else)

IF YOU SEE ANYONE RAGEBAITING REPORT IT

And have a good night ya'll

[ivystoryweaver]

Dirty

Abel Morales + spanking + degradation

Word count: 1024

Content: Abel takes all his life and job frustrations out on reader. Cheating (Abel is married just like in the film), degradation, spanking, oral for like a second, brief choking, language, name-calling, rough sex, creampie

Abel's strong hips push into you, his body pinning you to the mattress. Heavy, panting breaths fall on your ear as he whispers filth that should embarrass you.

Instead you moan, arching your back, which pushes your ass up against him fervidly as he fucks you.

He likes it dirty and you give it to him how he wants, willingly. Eagerly. Regularly.

You're slick, fresh from a mind-shattering orgasm and rapidly building toward another. He commands you to come like the filthy whore you are, hand gripping the back of your neck as he holds you down.

As your velvet walls gush and clench around him, he mutters out a curse, roughly pulling out of you before you feel his hot spend splash across the arch of your back and the curve of your ass.

You flop down on the bed, panting, wishing with everything inside you that he would wipe you clean, curl up behind you, hold you.

The rustle of fabric alerts you to the fact that he's rapidly dressing, and it only takes him a few moments to return to his near-perfectly presentable self. Mussed hair and light sheen of sweat are the only evidence that you've had any effect on the polished businessman whatsoever.

"Stay for a drink," you coax, pushing off the bed and reaching for the silk robe Abel bought you last month as an "I'm sorry" present.

"You know I can't."

"Come on. One drink won't hurt anything."

He scoffs. “Our time together will never interfere with my family. My wife is expecting me for dinner.”

“Is that right?” You hiss, swiping through a glob of his spend and shoving your fingers in his face. “Give her this for me.”

Abel catches your wrist in mid air, gripping tightly as his nostrils flare. His eyes darken, jaw clenching. “Clean yourself up. I’ll be back around eleven and you’re going to use your mouth to make up for this little tantrum.”

You practically purr with satisfaction over the fact that he’ll be back in your bed, and inside you, tonight. “I’ll keep fussing if you promise to spank me.”

Abel grips your throat. “Dirty whore.”

Your pussy quivers as you moan.

Abel can’t help himself. He licks into your mouth, telling himself he’s silencing you - that he’s in command here. But as you reach down to palm him through his pants, he’s both infuriated and ready to put you in your place.

Despite his very satisfying orgasm minutes ago, his hands slip inside the silken robe, roving the curves of your young, tight body. You are the evil temptress tarnishing his golden reputation - his dirty secret. He despises you for it and that raw, resentful lust brings him back to your bed again and again.

He takes all his frustrations out on you - those of his floundering business, the struggle to uphold his image, his phony American dream, his nuclear family…whatever his problems, he makes them your fault, biting and scratching and choking and fucking them into your body over and over again.

And you beg him for more.

Even now, he’s late for dinner. His wife will never let him hear the end of it. His girls are probably sassing their mother, shirking their chores and squabbling. He breaks your kiss roughly and pushes you down on the bed.

You quickly slip the rest of the way out of your robe, standing up on all fours on the mattress and you laugh at him.

He growls, reaching to smack your ass. The sting jolts straight to your dripping core as you yelp, panting his name as he strikes you again.

“Thought you were gonna teach me a lesson, not play with me,” you goad.

"You'll pay for making me late," he growls, striking the same spot again, wetting his lips as you shiver from the pain. Again and again, until you yelp which gets him hard.

You hear his pants unfasten and you take your the opportunity to pounce. Turning around, you grab him by the lapels of his coat and pull him down onto the bed. He lands on top of you with a curse, but you use the moment of surprise to roll him over and straddle his thighs.

With his pants already loosened, you pull out his cock. Leaning down, you run your tongue all over his tip before sucking him into your mouth. It takes him a minute to get fully erect again, but soon enough, he grips the nape of your neck and bucks up into your wet mouth.

You let him fuck your mouth for a few more strokes before pulling off his length with a pop. Climbing your way up his body, you spread your thighs across his lap and sink down onto his cock, rocking your hips slowly.

Abel's nostrils flare at the notion of you taking control, but he wets his lips at the sight of your bouncing tits and undulating body.

"Faster," he tells you, gripping your hips to manipulate your body until he hits that spot that makes you pant his name. He has you coming in mere minutes, back arching as you wildly moan. Your body goes limp as he rolls you over and pounds into you, over and over until he jerks out of you, his cum splashing all over your pussy and thighs.

He collapses beside you in a rare moment of unguarded release, panting as he comes down.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, caressing his cheek and touching your forehead to his after a few quiet moments. "I'm sorry I made you late. I just wanted you to myself for a little longer."

His eyes drift closed as your breath tickles his lips.

"Please, Abel, don't be angry with me."

He presses a hungry kiss to your mouth, tasting you for a few heavenly moments before pushing off the bed and straightening his appearance.

You stand and put your robe back on with a sigh, realizing he's probably mad at you, and not in the fun way. But he leans in and kisses your cheek.

"I'll see you at eleven."

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[toasttt11]

cursing

May 12, 2021

Hayden yawned from where she lying in her hotel bed completely under all of the blankets. Ryan was lying next to her in her bed as they watched an episode of the show they have been watching together.

Hayden has always had Jack as her roommate on the roadtrips and when she joined the Oiler’s she got her own room for her first season and most of her second season until Ryan joined and she got to have a roommate again.

Hayden and Ryan worked well sharing a room together because they have similar routines and they are both morning people so they usually wake up at the same time.

Since it is last game of the regular season they are having a team breakfast together meaning Ryan and Hayden both had to wait until they can go get breakfast.

Hayden yawned again as snuggled closer to her blue bunny jelly cat that Quinn got her and it is one of her favorites and one she always has with her on road games.

Ryan checked the time as the episode ended and sighed in relief seeing it almost time for the breakfast and they can get up now, “Finally.” Ryan groaned in relief making Hayden sigh in relief as she sat up stretching.

Hayden redid her messy french braid as Ryan went into the bathroom to get ready.

Hayden stood up as Ryan came back out and slipped on her slides and grabbed her phone.

Ryan and Hayden walked out of their hotel room and walked down to the conference room for their team breakfast and they both perked up when they walked in and they saw coffee and immediately they both walked over getting some coffee.

Ryan and Hayden walked over to a table where Connor, Leon, Kailee and Ryan H were sitting. Hayden sat down next to Connor and Ryan sat down next to her.

Hayden cursed as she took a sip of her coffee and it was burning hot.

“Language.” Connor spoke up giving Hayden a look that was half playfully and half stern.

Hayden grinned mischievously, “Scheiße.”

Ryan, Kailer and Ryan H started dying laughing at Hayden.

Connor eye’s widen recognizing the language, “Leo!” Connor scolded Leon.

Leon just shrugged with a proud smile, “Well done Mäuschen.” Leon proudly told Hayden having never seen anyone pick up german easier than Hayden is.

“Danke.” Hayden proudly grinned back at Leon, she has enjoyed learning a little bit of german here and there for Leon.

Connor just groaned exasperated making the all of them start laughing at him. Connor knew Hayden learning German from Leon would end up with her knowing all the swear words because he knows Leon and Hayden and knew that is what they would do.

“Wait till he finds out what else i taught you.” Leon chuckled sharing a mischievous look with Hayden making Connor groan again with dread not even wanting to know.

Hayden chuckled and took a sip of her coffee.

Hayden and Ryan of course teased everyone during breakfast something that had become common since they met and the team knows Hayden and Ryan together usually ends up with them doing something mischievous.

Hayden was laughing as she said another german curse worse making Connor plonk his head on the table groaning. Leon and Hayden shared a grin as they love messing with Connor as Kailer and Ryan were laughing at how Connor seems like a tired Dad and Ryan and Hayden shared a hive five.

Hayden looked around the table at the teammates she has grown closest with and smiled content.

She may of been very closed off when she first joined the team and it did take her awhile to let anyone in but by the end of her second season she can say she really found a family in her team.

Connor being the mentor Hayden never knew she needed and he understands her on a level no one else does. Lauren who has become the first person Hayden has ever seen as sister and someone who just makes her feel comfortable being herself.

Leon who is someone who seems grumpy and closed off but easily let her in and makes her feel protected, he lets her in on his cultural traditions and teaching her his native language. Celeste who immediately treated Hayden like family and become someone she also sees as sister now.

Ryan who immediately became one of Hayden’s best friends. The only person on the team that is close to Hayden’s age and automatically making them under each other and closer with each other. Ryan who became Hayden’s first ever roommate and who helped Hayden make some new happy memories in her home.

Kailer who is always a walking ball of sunshine and just makes Hayden laugh and smile easily. Someone who never pushed her to open up to the team and just waited till she was ready.

Ryan H who reminds Hayden a lot of a golden retriever especially Archie, with how happy is he. His positivity is always something that fills the locker room. His Wife Bre who is just as sweet as Ryan and always extremely kind to her.

Hayden may of gotten closet with a few teammates but she still found a family in her whole team and she’s grown close to each of her teammates and their families.

Like Jeff who will stay late after practice so Hayden can shoot longer and he never lets her get easy shots always making her work for it and his wife Chloe who is always inviting her over for dinner and always having conversations with her.

Darnell who is protective of their team but especially Hayden even if she can handle herself he still protect hers on the ice and has gotten into a few fights for her and his wife Mikayla who is currently pregnant with their first children but still comes to games and cheers for her husband but mostly cheers for Hayden.

Hayden really felt like she belongs in Edmonton, playing with the Oilers, she found a family in her team.

[hazel-not-wong]

okay, both are interesting points, but one thing i want to add is that the free state has the upper hand over the wintersea republic.

they know how fucked up the wintersea republic. they know how the wintersea republic treats cursed children, how they orchestrated the systematic killing of wunimals. they know how much the government is screwing the general population and other persecuted minorities in the wintersea republic. they know how the wintersea republic took over prosper, southlight, and far east sang with force. they know, and instead of attempting to help, they crack down on boarder control and hide.

we don't know much about the free state, only that xenophobia seems to a normalised part of their culture, (from flintlock and noelle using language like plague, republic scum, scummy, dirty, stinking, rotten, filthy, to francis assuming that every wintersea republican was a spy), but we do know that wunsoc is super powerful. gresham, the poorest borough doesn't seem to get any financial aid from the wunsoc or the government when they easily could, they place the highest importance in doing what's best for the society and not yourself, (+ the whole creepy cult thing with the brothers and sisters for life). WUNSOC HAS SO MUCH POWER AND THAT IS NOT GOOD!!!!

but on another note, eastern europe morrigan and western asia lamya <33

one thing that will haunt me forever is that MORRIGAN DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE!!! MORRIGAN DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE TO MOVE TO NEVERMOOR!!! SHE WAS ELEVEN. SHE WAS AN EMOTIONALLY STUNTED ELEVEN YEAR OLD WHOSE CHOICE WAS EITHER MOVE TO THE FREE STATE OR DIE!!! SHE WAS JUST A BABY!!!!!!!!

[coolerdracula]

my last reblog about ASL made me wonder about Palestinian Sign Language. I don't have much time to delve into it right now, but I did find a lengthy 2020 journal article about PSL, written by Mahmoud A. M. Abdel-Fattaha and Khalil M. I. Alawnah for the International Journal of Innovation, Creativity, and Change. here is a direct link to read it.

[leslieseveride]

random thought: tim bursting into the room just in the nick of time to witness the birth of his baby, and lucy upon seeing him immediately starts cursing him out in cantonese.

[aria0fgold]

FINALLY DONE WITH THE ISAT OC! SOLEIL!!!

The creature... So first things first is some info about them pre- disappearance of The Country. They're a loyal follower and avid worshipper of The Country. They love the Universe sooo much that they made a wish to be able to read the stars, and the Universe answered. I like to think that the stars are talkative, some can predict what will happen in the near future, some are just "chatting" to each other about the stuff happening in the world they overlook. It's a somewhat useful ability that Soleil used to use to be able to either predict someone's future (rarely though, the stars hold many different futures and it's hard to figure out which is whose) or use it during funeral rites to have a more reassuring experience to the ones mourning that their loved one arrived safely among the stars.

And then they found out about The Cursing of Chateau Castle-- they kiiiinda got Really obsessed with the book series that they wanted to know more about it but there wasn't any more copies of it in the Country's language so what better way to deal with that but teaching itself how to understand the Vaugardian language, and by doing that they got to learn more about the Vaugardian culture and was really amazed by it (considering that they spent most of their life with the Country's culture instead, learning about a different culture is a great feeling). One thing led to the other and it also led Soleil to travelling to Vaugarde (something that their family wasn't all that happy with but they stay silly).

And so we're back at the present time! Now to talk about some details on its appearance.

Its Craft type is Scissors! The eye on the center of its chest and the eye by its nape are in fact EYES and not just accessories (although they did try to make the eye on its chest appear to be like a mix between a star shape and the Change Symbol).

After spending some time in Vaugarde, they learned about Body Craft in which case they decided to experiment with it in regards to its eyes.

Since being in Vaugarde, there wasn't much use to its star sight and there also isn't a way to "turn it off." So instead, they decided to separate its Normal sight from the Star sight by adding another pair of eyes on its body.

The eyes on its face are blind. They can't see through it anymore but they Can still see the stars (they can't read it anymore however cuz of the Country's disappearance).

If they focus on the stars using those eyes, they'd get a REALLY bad headache and a star sign appears on its eyes. Nothing to be afraid of probably, its head just Really hurts.

The glass covering the eye on its nape is a one way mirror. You won't be able to see the eye but the eye can still see you.

With its vision split, it actually took them awhile to get used to that. It takes a lot of concentration and focus to see both from behind and from the front. When Soleil gets tired from doing that, they either close the eye on its nape (if the place is safe enough) or unfocus it enough to the point that most of its vision becomes blurry with only being able to see blobs of shapes and shadows which helps them be alert enough in case something comes running at them from behind.

All the round objects you see on its body are Bombs. They found out about Bomb Craft in Jouvente and was so fascinated by it that their inventor brain (inventing, crafting, and repairing stuff is a special interest of theirs). They now like making bombs and inventing new ones (only they have the recipe of those).

The bombs they invented only detonates via a Craft spell, it's basically as safe as an ordinary ball to handle unless detonated. Also the scissors at the top of their head has a cover on its tip. It's Very Sharp. They mainly use that (either the tip or the scissor blades itself) to cut the bombs dangling on its body.

Despite the multitude of bombs they carry, they aren't actually much of a fighter (they just like bombs). Most of its Craft spells are basic/beginner level. The one and only Powerful Craft spell they have is a shield/defense spell that they practiced several times. It's capable of negating all damage for 2 turns with a 5 turn cooldown, they wanted to master that spell to make it so that bombs won't hurt them no matter the close proximity.

Its hand signs are "broken." They used to mimic the hand signs that the Universe (I'm mainly referring to my design of the Universe) makes. But after forgetting about everything in regards to it, they can't remember what hand signs they used to make but the familiar feeling was still there.

A huge fan of The Cursing of Chateau Castle, to the point of practically making it part of its identity now that a HUGE chunk of its memory is missing. Its outfit is a modified version of what they think Lady Irene-Janine-Karine wears.

Its personality is a mixture of Lord Josephandre, Pierre-Jacques-Erneste, and Lady Irene-Janine-Karine (aka the Chateau Trio!!! Love those three...).

Its name, "Soleil" is just something they found in a book and decided to use for itself. They don't remember its name anymore.

[naavispider]

I’m in love with the HC Spider also speaks Spanish

So I was in tiktok and I stumbled across this one:

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYnFNGto/

I imagined that Spider catches López speaking (or more likely insulting) in Spanish and asking him if he spoke Spanish, leading to López reacting like in the tiktok.

I know the entire group of people working in the RDA must come from around the world but the fact that López could actually speak Spanish with someone (Spider) warms my heart.

Also Quaritch not liking that he can’t understand Spider and López talk about.

Could you imagine? 🥺

I looove that Spider also speaks Spanish 🥺 I feel like at first, Spider would try and keep it quiet that he speaks yet another language, but after a while when he's more comfortable around the recoms, I can see him watching Lopez just cursing in Spanish and deciding to out himself, just for the amusement of watching everyone's reactions. So he just casually asks what's got Lopez all angry in Spanish, and the man's eyes widen as he looks at Spider, taking a moment to compute, then reacting like in the tiktok 🥺

[sysig]

Giving nicknames, testing boundaries (Patreon)

[healerqueen]

#this#also I enjoy the dance that occurs when a character who would normally swear a lot#is forced to exercise restraint for various reasons#or when the narrative itself acknowledges that it's censoring itself for the reader's sake#anyway I am more tolerant of mild swears in what I read than I am in what I actually write#so I am often working through how to do this sensitively#but mostly I'm like#these characters live in the late 18th century and what they say on the street is probably a lot different from what's formally written#and how that's skirted around can be very funny

controversial take mayhaps but it's actually funnier when stories dance around swearing instead of actually including the swear

[just-trying-to-figure-it-out]

Me : *swears*

My mom : "Stop swearing!"

Me : "Well, that's your mother's fault"

My mom : "Yes I know that Grandma taught you all your first swearing words but I'm pretty sure she didn't teach you that particularly colorful one you just used"

Me : "Fair enough"