#and most of the party is So Fucking Stupid

[lightningfury13]

When your power first manifested it was terrifying both to yourself and your parents. You're only thankful it was only them and you out on the boat that day and the earthquake and storm you caused had mostly disappated by the time it reached the shore. The small tidal wave only flooded a few seaside houses but there was no loss of life and the rain may have actually prevented the wildfires that year.

It was the prevention that sparked the idea. While most people with powers like yours would be a category Black. Unusable in any circumstances you chose to embrace your gift. You studied meteorology and seimosgraphy and by the time you graduated you were ready.

You took the Hero name Poseidon. Both for your love of the sea but also because Poseidon was the Earthshaker, the Stormcaller. And that's exactly what you powers let you do.

You dedicated yourself to stopping natural disasters. Granting rain to areas suffering wild fires. Letting off quakes in certain places to counteract tidal waves. Gentling earthquakes. Redirectly storms away from civilization.

Other heros had laughed originally when they'd heard your plans. Whole lot of study for not a lot of work they'd thought. But then again they didn't respond to disasters and there were a lot more than they thought. You are ridiculously busy. During hurricane and tornado season you barely get a wink of sleep.

Maybe that's why in a foggy haze you first started accepting help from anyone and everyone who showed up.

Mephisto was a firey villian with an agenda you'd never bothered to learn. But when they helped you create a firebreak you didn't really care what theiragenda was outside of stop the wild fire from reaching the town.

Aquamarench was a submarine based villian again didn't really care what their agenda was when they were fishing people out of the sea and ferrying them to safety.

The heros who did show up at disaster sites in the aftermath from time to time scaring off your villainous helpers of course took issue with this.

And in your tired state running on 1.5 hours of sleep and the high octane coffee Bubbly Brew an alchemy based villian had handed you an hour ago you were perhaps less than eloquent in your rebuttal.

"I didn't see you shiny capes guarding people from sharpnel. I didn't see you out here holding up roof tops. I Didn't See You Out Here Providing Clean Drinking Water. What did you bring? FUCKING CAMERAS. ARE YOU KIDDING? WELL HERE'S YOUR 5 MINUTES OF SEE WHAT A CARING HERO I AM BEFORE YOU FUCK OFF BACK WHERE YOU CAME FROM YOU PRICKS!" You turn to the shocked cameraman. "What these people actually need are clean clothes, non perishable food, blankets, and if possible shelter until they get back on their feet. Fresh drinking water has thankfully already been managed by Bubbly Brew, a villain." That last word was spat at the shiny and uncomfortably shifting heros.

"How do you know its safe to drink?" One brave soul in the heros dared to ask.

"Certified by 3rd party rescue crews. And we've been drinking it without issue for 3 days. Any other stupid questions? No. Then fuck off. You ran off half my help and I've still got work to do."

Digging trenches to divert flood waters was dirty work but it was honestly. Avalanche a villian with about half the power and half your move set had been a literal lifesaver in that regard.

It's only 4 days later after you've slept for more than 7 hours in one go in your own bed that you find out that you've gone viral. Of course the diatribe you've delivered directly to the cameraman had been stopped by the heros from ever airing but that didn't stop dozens of social media accounts of the disaster victims from uploading the whole thing from several angles. It was accompanied by several videos of the villains helping out during the disaster.

It started a whole debate online. Were villains really that bad? What were they actually doing that was so wrong? Several of the ones helping turned out to have some very anti government anti establishment agendas or were eco terrorists.

Which...if you weren't officially registered as a hero who'd went through hero school wouldn’t you also fall into the ecoterrorist bracket. It was only because you worked with governments and establishments calling them on your way to this disaster or that that really made you different from some of them. There but by the grace of the gods go I or something like that.

The heros were outraged. Of course the villains were wrong and bad and evil. And the ones they pointed at as examples were...well...ones that had never showed up to help you. Truly evil heinous villains who just lived to hurt and cause pain.

One of those had shown up once...you was a code Black for a reason. Officially you'd never used your powers on a human. Unofficially when Bloodqueen had shown up and snatched a child out of the water and ripped its throat out with her lamprey teeth... The bottom of the ocean is a dark, deep place. It had been difficult to counter the resulting waves but you'd been so mad...

It was suggested online that their should be different categories of villains like there were different categories of heroes. Villains that showed up to help at disaster sites? Maybe they get a pass during.

Unfortunately that was still under legislation when Starlight showed up to arrest Missus Spider who was holding several boats afloat during the hurricane you are trying to redirect away from Miami.

Arrest her. Arrest someone who is providing life saving measures. So if you maybe sort of missed a wind gust that sent Starlight plumping into the Gulf who was gonna know...

The first time. The second and third time though those probably weren't excusable. However you learned something. Letting a few gusts go made the storm easier to contain over all. After it's dealt with Starlight has the audacity to try to arrest you.

"For what?"

"You did that on purpose!"

"What?"

"Used wind to send me flying into the Gulf!"

"You think I had time and attention while holding back a category 5 hurricane to send very specifically controlled gusts of wind at you? Main character syndrome much? I was a bit busy saving the lives of millions of people. What are you even doing out here? Did you come to help with rescue efforts? Because it's gonna get dark soon we could use your help searching for anyone lost at sea."

"I was here to arrest Missus Spider!"

"The lady holding all the boats afloat? You know arresting her at that moment would have caused dozens of deaths right?"

"Well- I- Turn those cameras off!" Starlight yelled at some survivors nearby holding up their phones.

"So you're not here to help with Search and Rescue?" You asked loudly.

Starlight looked back at you more than a little lost and confused. After her multiple dips in the hurricane torn Gulf her shiny costume was not so shiny anymore. Finally she threw up her hands "Yeah sure. I'm here to help with Search & Rescue."

"Awesome. Normally Twinkle Toes does But For Some Reason He's Not Here Today. I Wonder Why." Referencing a villain with nearly the same powerset as Starlight. He was great at Search and Rescue with his searching balls of light and his light feet letting him walk on water.

Starlight for some reason looked even more devastated after that.

"Coast Guard's over there."

She trudged off dejected.

There was a bit of a turning point after that.

After that and a few more incidents like that the legislation was pushed through. Villains in the act of providing relief were untouchable as long as they were first identified by a hero as such. You're completely unsurprised when all that paperwork falls in your lap.

You're a superhero who specializes exclusively in stopping disasters. The other heroes just don't understand why you need to remain neutral to the villains…

[piftamere]

nine - keg stand (wc : 791 ; cw : vomit, drinking)

he abandoned her, even though she doesn’t know anyone, what a fucking jerk. she walks through the house, looking for him, or for a friendly face who’s not completely drunk.

nearing the kitchen to pour herself a drink, she hears yelling and cheers in the distance. she recognizes a name, one of her boyfriend’s teammates, who’s apparently doing a keg stand. she met them briefly earlier. they seemed more interested in the party and alcohol than in getting to know her, and the feeling was mutual.

she hears a loud crash and turns her head to look in it’s direction. the guy fell over, but he’s now back up, holding up his hands like he won a gold medal. as she’s focused on the blond guy’s stupid proud expression, someone bumps into her, spilling their cold, sticky drink all over her clothes. she curses and they shortly apologize before vanishing into the crowd. she smells like a fucking jager bomb now.

she looks around for a bathroom, giving up on her drink. she just wants to wash her dress and go home. she waits for half an hour in the bathroom line.

fucking frat party.

cleaning her dress takes her longer than she thought it would, impatient drunk college students bang on the door, urging her to hurry up. she takes a moment to look in the mirror, ignoring the line outside.

maybe she doesn’t have to leave, maybe she can still enjoy her night, with or without her boyfriend. her dress is wet and sticky but who cares. (she cares)

she takes a few deep breathes, ready to have a better end to her night. weaving through the crowd, she heads back to the kitchen where the music is significantly less loud. the windows are open and the cool air is a welcome addition. she overhears voices who appear to be coming from outside. her boyfriend’s teammates… they’re everywhere, some kind of curse she thinks.

she doesn’t pay much attention to their conversation, until she hears her name. though they’re slurring their words, she understands most of what they’re saying.

someone she can’t see says sheepishly, “yn seems kinda nice i don’ know…”

“tsumu”, who appears to be the guy doing a keg stand earlier, is talking loud, voice proud and arrogant.

“who cares, she's just a bitch he'll fuck for a few weeks then ditch like he always does.” he laughs as he says it, like it’s the greatest fucking joke ever.

“tsumu…” the other guy groans.

“what? it’s true! she’s hot, sure, but that’s all she is. i bet he’s already looking for the next one.” he continues laughing, and she stops listening.

her hands grip the counter, knuckles whitening. it would be so easy to put him in his place. he’s just a pathetic, drunk low-life. a few well-chosen words and he'd think twice about running his mouth again. but they get stuck on the knot in her throat.

fuck fuck fuck. why is it getting to her? she doesn’t know him, she never cared about assholes like him. so why can’t she get a fucking word out?

she’s frozen in place for a while, not sure how long. she feels stupid, embarrassed. no one else inside heard but all she wants to do is run away.

done with the night, she heads towards the front door, head hung low, without saying goodbye to her boyfriend or any of his “friends”. as she walks out, she sees someone leaning against the railing, actually he’s more slumped over it, as he most likely can’t stand on his own. she recognizes him and curses under her breath.

has he not ruined her night enough?

“leavin’ already?” he slurs over his words and lets out a hiccup, a drunken smile plastered over his face.

she ignores him.

“hey… did somethin’ happen?” a hint of concern can be heard in his tone, and it infuriates her. who does this egotistical dick think he is, pitying her?

she turns to face him, ready to take her anger and frustration out on him. he deserves it. hell, she deserves it. he won’t remember it tomorrow morning anyway. as she’s about to tear him a new one, she stops, seeing the weird expression on his face. her brows furrow as she tries to figure out what it means, but she understands a little too late. he leans forward, placing his hand on her shoulder to steady himself... before puking at her feet, covering her shoes in the process.

she abruptly pushes him off her. he hits the railing hard, mumbling what appears to be barely audible apologies.

she throws her shoes in the nearest trash can, and walks home barefoot.

fucking jocks.

fun facts

this is a flashback to when atsumu and yn met (their meet ugly)

this night is what hinata meant when he said atsumu owes him : he brought him back to their place, helped him clean up the vomit and didn’t tell anyone that he threw up all over himself

atsumu has almost no memories of the night, he knows he puked over someone or something, but that's basically it.

the guy speaking with atsumu about yn was bokuto, he forgot most of the night as well

yn can hold a grudge forever

author's note

i would be mad forever too just for the puking thing

i had this part sitting in the drafts for so long i'm so happy to finally post it

play dumb! - next

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[puppywilliams]

just to ruin things.

summary: you and ellie’s cant run from your past forever.

warnings: toxic!ellie, mentions of drugs (cocaine), mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of relapsing, angst, implied bi reader

a/n: hi! ive been sooo very busy but heres a little smth i wrote! this might be boring but i need to post </3 also listened to memories by conan gray while writing this if you care

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some stupid party got you exactly where you always ended up. in ellies truck. it made you so fucking angry the way she always swooped in to save that day like she was some superhero, like she was doing you a favor. you couldn’t blame her too much, you always gave in like a lost dog finding its owner.

part of you Needed her to save you, the unfortunate truth you weren’t ready to unfold, its one you couldn’t face in fear of what it might do to the wall you’ve spent Too long already rebuilding, 7 months and 13 days of rebuilding to be exact. you tell yourself you’re not counting, its just an estimate. like this, its just friendly, this is what friends do. they drive you home. you’re not even that drunk, you knew you were getting into her car, you knew you were letting her right back into the place you needed to keep her out of the most.

her eyes were straight on the road with her knuckles around the steering wheel. you looked at her, freckles splatted across her face like god himself hand picked each one. “youre a fucking idiot you know that? all over that guy? you dont even know him. he couldve slipped something in your drink, youre gonna get yourself killed.” she spat venom through the atmosphere, turning everything sour like she managed to do every damn time.

“fuck you.” you spat back. it wasnt worth it, never was nor ever had been. but ellie argued either way.

“what? you still cant handle the truth?” she piled on, it was like a never ending mound of what you did that she didn’t like or approved of, it pushed your buttons in a way ellie knew it would. when you spend enough time together, the memories you’ve engraved into your head don’t expire. ellie knew you like she practiced your coding. every nook, every cranny, every corner, every place she knew and altered as she pleased. ruining you every time without so much as an apology. it angered you so much, for someone who swore she didnt care, it hurt.

you looked down and fiddled with the hem of your dress, hyper focusing in on one thing so you didnt burst like a can of shaken soda, youd been on the edge of your breaking point since you had broken up. so many words you didn’t say, so many words you wish you didn’t say.

“cant speak now? what? have too much to drink? bet you remember that guy you were all over. probably remember him more than you remember anything about me.” she pierced daggers right into your pressure points, only fueling the fire that endorsed your temper.

you took a breath before turning your head to look at her. “you dont have the right ellie. youre a fucking loser. you know that?” you looked right at her. the way you knew she despised when she couldn’t meet your gaze. “i dont Need you to save me, we’re long past that. what i do and who i do is none of your god damn business!” you threw your hands into the air finally letting yourself lose your calm facade, not missing a beat in fear she might cut in and ruin what you know you Need to say, for yourself and maybe its a plead. you dont think, only spoke.

“youre acting like when we were together you didnt drink your ass off every fucking night. sitting on My couch, watching My tv, crawling into My bed pissed out of your mind, you dont have any idea do you? none?” you breathed heavily with tears in your eyes looking Right at her before moving your gaze again to meet the hem of you dress. knowing the battle you say is with ellie, is actually with yourself. its one you always lose. “im so fucking m-mad at you still..i dont need this, or to see you at all…id listen to silence and see nothing but black just to know id never get confirmation you still existed..i cant stand you..” ellie stayed silent, the way she always did. white knuckles gripped over the steering wheel, her jaw clenched, but you see the gloss over her eyes. you see the way she breathes like shes making sure its the perfect rhythm.

you closed your eyes, the silence was so deafening you thought you got your wish, but she opened her mouth proving you wrong and teaching you once again to not get your hopes up.

“you want me to got care anymore? you fucking got it.” she put it simple, you should be grateful but you cant seem to be. its your weakness, and its one you’ll never strengthen, her weight always dragging you back down like a purgatory, but your shackles will never be lifted, so potentially its a sugarcoated way of calling it hell.

you turn to look out the window. “thank god.” you utter under your breath, a chunk of your soul hopes she doesn’t hear, of course she does. “dont ask me to pick you up at 11pm anymore. im not coming.”

she makes a good point, a great one even. one that not even you could manage to figure out if you tried.

“then stop picking up.” its all you say, its all you Needed to say. you glance at the way shes losing internal fight in the torn up seat of her truck.

“you know i cant do that..” she whispers as a single tear falls from her eye. she tries to wipe it away with the knuckle bound to her thumb before you see. “i know.”

“then why? why pull me in to push me away? why?! why do you do it?” you fall silent, its a conversation you hadn’t prepared for, but its a hole you dug so long ago it feels like centuries, but like every past, it catches up to you. its something so long overdue it churns your stomach like a knot in a rope you cant seem to unravel. “what am i meant to do ellie? come crawling back to your doorstep and repeat everything i spent so long trying to mend myself back together over? seeing your face is the worst kind of relapse. its a reminder of what i worked for, to self sooth for months and act like kissing someone else doesn’t still feel like cheating. i do what i Have to do ellie, i cant plead with you, not when youre not mine and im not yours, because just like you. i have no fucking right..” your voice shook with emotions you didn’t know you we’re still capable of feeling.

ellie doesn’t try to hide her tears anymore, its pointless. its something rare, something you so selfishly cherish. its like feeding a sweet tooth that cant be settled unless you have empathy, you crave it every day knowing you never got it. you tell yourself shes crying for You and not yourself, its the fix of what will get you through this conversation, through tonight, and through next week.

“you think thats what i want?” she dryly chuckles before scoffing, using her pointer and thumb to wipe at her tear ducts. you fucking hate it. “you think thats what i want? i want you to be happy believe it or not, even if its not me. but god damn, it kills me seeing you with someone else and you dont even Care.”

you take her words as something thats malicious, but deep down somewhere in your heart you know its just the truth, maybe you’re not ready for this, you might never be. “you made that decision a long time ago. its out of my control now.”

her face hardened and her eyes stayed put on the road ahead. “you gave up on me. you put everyone else and everything else before me, was i supposed to stay?” she breathes out through her nostrils. you looked at her like she had said something outrageous, like it was a life altering claim.

“thats what you think huh?” you scoffed rolling your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest looking back out the window.

she raised her voice, her temper always did run thin. something you didn’t miss. “yeah, it is!” she bit the inside of her cheek and took a deep inhale.

“no ellie. i tried, and thats what you never give me credit for. i tried to help you get sober, i payed for your rehab bill so you could come back home to me, but the first thing you did when you got home was snort a line before you even looked my way. we’re not dogs, i cant lick your wounds and tell you they’ll heal, i had myself to worry for. you put drugs above me, so i stopped trying. i stopped begging you.” she fell silent for what you hoped would be the last time tonight, you watched the way she went to speak but shut herself up.

her voice still appeared a few seconds later. “i know i was an addict, i know i fucked up but you gave up on me regardless.” you looked at the tense expression she had as she drove, not even sure if she was driving in the right direction anymore. as much as you

wanted this to all be over you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“you gave up on yourself. i didn’t even get a sorry.” you said dryly, looking back at your feet. everything seemed to consume you. “well im saying sorry now. and for the record i still love you.”

you wanted to recoil, to scream at her and tell her to fuck off, but you softened. you wiped your eyes, sniffling. “i still love you too, it drives me crazy.”

it was the truth, one you ran from. something you denied to your friends and family, knowing if you said anything remotely to the truth you’d see the way their face morph into an disapproving expression.

“i know ill never have you again, but for what its worth i’m thankful you were mine.” its something ellie never intended to say out loud but she used every resource she could.

you gave in to something she wasn’t even asking for, just something you needed to ruin you.

“for what its worth if you asked me to be yours again i don’t think i could say no.”

“then dont say no.”

[ruestheday]

Wait, what mean thing did Alfred do to Tim on his 16th birthday??

oh boy

see, this is an instance where i’d be fine if people ignored this happening, because bruce (and therefore as an extension alfred) are like weirdly horrible. even doing my mandatory googling to make sure im remembering everything correctly quickly brought me to posts about everyone agrees how insanely ooc this was for both (even on reddit, which has some of the most comic-obsessed fans), but it still happened unfortunately.

so, for tim’s sixteenth birthday, bruce decides to gift him with surprise training.

tim has a birthday party, and at the end of the night there’s a weird box there. tim freaks the fuck out and takes it to bruce to check out, he does, blah blah blah.

it ends up activating when tim’s alone, and it’s a hologram of alfred in the (apocalyptic) future saying that someone on batman’s team has gone bad and the worlds fucked because of it (and then immediately gets shot and killed before he can finish). tim’s half like “well obviously this is bullshit” and half “HOLY SHIT ???!????” and doesn’t tell bruce because he’s not sure if it’s real or not.

i’m going to summarize, but tim thinks it’s fake at first, and then thinks it’s real (because the guy he was blaming it on was in jail) so he’s like ok cass goes bad (since she’s the newest batfam member — side note: cassandra predates damian as a batfam member so put some respect on her name) and when he decides it’s not cass he tries to figure out how it could be dick.

future!alfred then appears before tim and tells him that yeah he died, but it’s all chill they bring him back, and starts delivering more bad news until tim’s like ??? Ur not real! and rips off future!alfred’s mask to discover it’s just real alfred underneath.

tim’s immediately like upset and disgusted. he demands answer from bruce who is like “just training, get good kid” (and also implies tim is stupid bc he believed it) and tim is like Fuck this. Fuck all of you. I’m out. (he does eventually come back obviously)

he also gets to tell bruce to go to hell. now im a bruce wayne glazer but that was deserved because what the fuck

this is some crazy paraphrasing and i’m positive there are 10x better breakdowns out there. but long story short alfred helped gaslit tim drake into having a mental breakdown on his sixteenth birthday because bruce said to.

i also really don’t like this from bruce’s side because literally what the fuck was that. prime example of the 90s-2000s comic wanting bruce wayne to be a bad guy to appeal to angsty male readers (which was an actual phenomenon and explains a lot of why bruce is so batshit [ha] insane to his family during this era)

edit: this is 1993 robin #116-120 btw

[whumper-whimsy]

Back Home P4

A shorter part, but i need to post lmao

Captivity, beatings, conditioning, pet whump, domestic whump, noncon

Caretaker paced in their bedroom, fists clenched at their sides. Two days. Two fucking days.

Whumpee had been with Whumper for two days, not counting the night they were taken back. They were gone, and Caretaker had done jack shit to get them back.

They had to do something, and they needed to do it fast. God knows what Whumpee was already going through under that monster's care, and Caretaker was doing nothing.

But what could they do? Legally, Whumper owned Whumpee, and the contract between Caretaker and Whumper stated clearly that if Caretaker did not make their payments, Whumper could take them back.

Whumpee wasn't an animal— why couldn't the law see that? Caretaker had called the cops until their phone died, begging them for any shred of help— only to be told that Whumper was in the right. Whumper, the one who kidnapped their partner, who hurt them so terribly? Whumper was in the right?

Caretaker yelled and spun, driving his fist through the drywall. He pulled his hand back, panting, and stared at the crumbling wall. Whumpee would fret over it when they came back, they were sure.

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Whumpee sat obediently between Whumper's legs, letting themself be pet as Whumper spoke to someone else on the phone. It was nice, basking in the comforting warmth of the fireplace after their long, exhausting day. Whumper pet Whumpee absently, their fingers gently scratching at their scalp.

Whumpee closed their eyes, cheek pressed to their thigh. They could fall asleep like this, especially with the day they'd had.

Whumper was insistent on retraining Whumpee as fast as possible so they could get right into the 'fun part.' This meant two days in a row of re-learning everything. Whumpee's back stung with any movement, the result of a fairly harsh whipping. They did their best to stay still, content to drift off right there and then.

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Whumper smirked down at Whumpee, who'd passed out so peacefully on their lap. They tutted softly, letting out a little chuckle. Whumper resumed their conversation on the phone cheerfully, "Oh, the sweet thing fell asleep on me. Gods, I wish you could see Whumpee right about now."

Their colleague's smile carried in their voice as they spoke, "truly, you must bring them over some night! They sound absolutely darling."

Whumper smirked, looking down at their sleeping pet. "Perhaps I should. Maybe yours can leave an impression on them, lead by example. Mine was temporarily rehomed, and the stupid thing forgot nearly everything I taught it." Whumper rolled their eyes, scratching the back of the sleeping pet's neck. "Luckily, it seemed to click for them, for the most part. They're quite an eager thing once they get used to it."

Whumper's friend hummed and was quiet for a moment, then clicked their tongue. "Two days from now, I'm hosting a party. If Whumpee can behave and properly socialize, you can bring them. I'm inviting all my buddies! You have a plus-one, not including your pet. I'll send an invite your way, alright? And— oh, hey! Knock that off, you stupid— ugh, I gotta go. These things just cannot behave, can they? Talk to you another time!"

"See you," Whumper responded, hanging up. With a hum, he patted Whumpee's cheek. "Up, baby."

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"Up, baby."

Whumpee opened their eyes, shaking their head to wake themself. Whumper was off the phone and was staring at Whumpee with mischief in their eyes. Whumpee sat up, clearing their throat. "Sorry, sorry. I- I'm just tired, and—"

"Quiet. You know you're meant to sleep in your kennel."

"Yes, sir, I just—"

"Quiet."

Whumpee flinched, pullling away from Whumper and nodding. They watched as Whumper rose, grabbing their end of the leash and pulling Whumpee away from the cozy little nook.

The past few days had been weird. Whumper had eased up on Whumpee for the most part, as long as they behaved. They were still gropey and touchy, but now it came with words of praise instead of humiliation. Maybe it was because Whumpee was behaving.

Why was Whumpee behaving? They honestly couldn't find a simple answer to that. Maybe it was for rewards? Or to avoid punishment? Did Whumpee like the rewards? Well, they did, but should they?

What would Caretaker think?

That question rattled around Whumpee's head for a while as they headed for the bedroom.

Even if things were getting better, the worst part was still... well, this.

Whumpee was lifted into Whumper's bed and placed on their back. Whumper's hands ran up their stomach, their palms pressing down against Whumpee's warm skin. Whumper's voice was like a purr as they spoke. "There you go, just stay still for me."

Whumpee closed their eyes as that familiar sickness stirred in their gut. They tried to move away, shaking their head. "No, no, not now... please... Whumper, I'm so tired, just let me go to- mmph—" they were muffled by Whumper's hand.

"Hush, dear. Just sit back and— no, no, stop kicking. Come on, this is the easiest part... it feels good, doesn't it?"

Whumpee continued to protest behind Whumper's hand, thrashing and kicking their legs. Whumper got more frustrated, getting up on the bed to hold Whumpee's legs down. "Seriously, baby, it's not that hard. You've cum for me before, haven't you? You know how good it feels. If you could just–"

Whumpee clamped down on Whumper's hand, their teeth locking on to the flesh. Whumper roared in pain, swinging their dominant hand around to punch Whumpee in the face.

"You goddamned little— Christ, what's so hard for you to get?!" Whumper shouted, gripping Whumpee by the hair. "Everything else, you're obedient as a dog, but you can't take ONE single task properly?! It was easy! You just had to lay down and let me do what I needed to!" Whumper dragged Whumpee by the hair to the ground, dropping them. "Do I need to beat you harder? Can't you get it through your stupid little brain?!" Whumper shouted.

Whumpee cowered, tears running down their cheeks. They were struggling to speak through their sobs. "Im sorry, I—"

"Yeah? You sure are one sorry pet, you know that? No, I'm not letting you fucking babble your way out of this. You're gonna lay the fuck down, you're gonna shut the fuck up, and you're gonna take what you deserve. Exactly what you fucking deserve."

Whumpee hiccuped and cringed away, feeling heat press in on them as Whumper forced them back onto the cold floor.

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[blueshistorysims]

February 1939, London, England

Unlike any of the other bar mitzvahs or bat mitzvahs Simon-Elliot had attended in the past, his was a quiet affair. He hadn’t wanted a big party and since it was held in London, none of his schoolmates could come anyway. 

Uncle Albert and Aunt Odette couldn’t make the trip since two of his cousins had gotten the mumps, which he was upset by because he liked hanging out with his cousin Marie-Louise, but he was also glad his parents hadn’t invited anyone other than family and family friends living in England. No one could see them arguing.

“I understand you’re upset, Byron, but today is one of the most important days in Simon-Elliot’s life, so can we please leave the politics at the door?”

“Our existence in this fucking continent is political. Franco is going to take Spain, and no one here cares, our idiotic prime minister is only now realizing that Appeasement is not a good tactic after countless people including myself told him, and now it is only a matter of time before the world erupts into war, with Japan and China in the east and Mussolini and Hitler here. I was a fool to think we could prevent another war. Another bloody fucking war.”

Eleora sighed. “Byron. Just for today. Please.”

Simon-Elliot frowned, turning away from his parents.

“Have you ever been to a bar mitzvah?” He asked Lydia, the only person around his age who was actually at the event.

“No. I’m from Hong Kong. Your family are the first Jews I’ve met.”

He chuckled. “I’m glad you’re here. None of my friends from home could come or family from India and France.”

“Aunt Francesca asked if I wanted to come, and I will take every opportunity to get away from my brother. He’s so annoying.”

“I can relate. Amalia is so insufferable sometimes. Miranda is fine by herself, but when they’re together… it’s like they become stupider.”

She laughed.

When Aunt Francesca had told him she was bringing Lydia, he almost thanked her. Ever since they had met, he’d harbored a massive crush on her, which had only grown worse since he’d turned thirteen. He was aware that she definitely was not someone a duke’s son should court, but both of his father’s marriages had been extremely unconventional. If she returned his feelings, would his parents mind? Or better yet, would hers?

[mackmontgomery]

"That's not a story until we know how it ends," Mack remarks, his voice dropping low to something ominous as he deliberately shifted in a way that made carriage creak, "Which could be badly..."

He quits it almost as soon as he started it, not wanting to actually traumatise her though it was starting to look like it might be easily done.

"I got one for you," He starts, the rotation of the carriage crossing over from ascending once it reached the highest peak to starting to descend slowly, "Okay so I'm nineteen right, I'm back in New York since I graduated and one of my best buds is this guy called Tyson. Ty's a cool dude but he's probably one of the most intense guys you'll ever meet. Funny as fuck but mean as hell sometimes, anyway. We're at a kickback, we're getting into shots. We're getting stupid with it, we say first one to blackout has to let the other choose a tattoo for them. I think I'm golden because my tolerance is crazy high from being a teenage fuckhead who partied a little too much and I'm think there's no way he can match me for shot for shot because he's like this generational wealth douche who I was thinking grew up wayyy too well to be able to keep up with me. That was my first mistake."

He holds up his index finger on that, his middle finger soon following.

"My second was not choosing the booze. I don't even know what the fuck was in those glasses, but it tasted like paint stripper and Mack stripper apparently cause I woke up the next day at 3pm, no shirt in sight and with this--"

He hooks his other index finger against the collar of his t-shirt so he could pull it down enough to show her the red Goon tattoo near his collarbone, tapping the pad of his finger beside it so she knew it was that one he was talking about and not any of the several others that surrounded it.

"--To this day, I got no idea who it was that did it and he loves not telling me. He lords that one like a Star Wars villain. I've grown pretty fond of it though, I do have some goon-like tendencies when I deep it."

@laceyxpierce

"Uh..." She trailed off, trying to think of any sort of story but coming up blank didn't help. Lacey gripped the bar in her hand as she forced herself to remain calm as she looked down at the ground to see how far away they were from the ground had her sighing. "I'm up for whatever story you're willing to tell. So what stories are you going to talk about....once upon a time Mack almost gave Lacey a heart attack from being so far from the ground?" She said jokingly.

[yardsards]

clint mcelroy creating a dnd character: oh yeah, this bad boy can fit so much simple zest for life in him

[send-me-a-puffalope]

guys wtf i just had the most detailed dream last night about a girlfriend that doesn’t exist,,, like idk how to explain it 😭😭😭 and i don’t even remember her name, it’s at the edge of my memory but i can’t recover it. but i remember like all the events and her face.

[finalset]

If you tell me to ‘vote blue no matter who’ im gonna steal something out your house

[theprinceandthewitch]

Ppl are genuinely so weird lmao

Ah yes, I'm sure a man who calls himself Orpheus and commits crimes with the intention of improving Alice's condition has nothing but platonic feelings for his childhood bestie and is motivated JUST by guilt teehee

[I'm being sarcastic btw],

[jaythelay]

You Are In Fact Demanding Tyranny by telling people Protesting or Demanding Better will Cause Us To Be Hurt or to Lose.

We can hate Trump and be anti-genocide and I really think Dems gotta understand their Pro-Genocide talking points continue to be Republican talking points that benefit Republicans and the Rich.

Sincerely ask yourself why you don't hold the same standards for BLM as you do Anti-Genocide/Pro-Palestine protests.

Please ask yourself if the difference is solely because you're scared to demand anything from Dems, lest we lose through Actual Political Action instead of simply voting silently and hoping for the best or ignoring problems we cause without our permission?

Be Ignorant of corruption or bad legislation or mistakes, They Have To Be Perfect. Anything less and they'll lose. Because of course, Kamala Has To Be Perfect whilst Dump does not.

And because of Your Mentality, you have Boxed Her Into This Situation where she cannot possibly give a definitive answer. If she is public about a Ceasefire Dems Will Not Vote For Her. If she says she's pro-Israel it's the exact same.

All You Have To Do Is Be Anti-Genocide So She Can Give A Definitive Answer. God damn.

Why should people be silent about an Active Genocide we're funding? Why should you be allowed to Demand Free Healthcare and accountability for police but are not allowed to for Israel's Genocide?

Ask yourself why you want a Tyranny and yet are scared of Dump?

Don't get intellectually lazy here-

You Are In Fact Demanding Tyranny by telling people Protesting or Demanding Better will Cause Us To Be Hurt.

Quit being Republican about Genocide/Israel. Do you just defend party blindly no matter the fucking cost? Grow up! Or admit you're republican but vote dem for social reasons.

Get out of this wide umbrella of a party if you don't support our ability to Demand from Elected Officials. That is what Republicans Vote For. Not Dems.

Fuck off you pathetic, terrified, nazi enabling larpers who can't come to the most elementary school conclusion upon Mass Murder and Simple Civics.

Demand Better.

Genocide Bad No Matter Who.

Fuck you.

[raven-matrices]

When a clown becomes king, the palace turns into a circus

[zevsarainai]

Not to vaguepost about dutch politics but we really are in the trenches huh

[lesbiansanemi]

Hate hate hate hate fucking HATE contacting my reps basically saying shit like “I support Palestine, I want you to retract support from Israel, I support Palestine. I want you to stop what israel is doing in Gaza” over and over and them responding like “yes it’s so terrible we need a ceasefire but hamas is refusing to act civilized like our poor precious bby Israel” I hate America I hate America I hate it here hate hate hate hate hate

[lilithdahobbit]

No I will never not play a bard in BG3 I will not give up the chance to yell insults at my enemies mid-fight whilst playing a lil tune on my lute.