#and no I will not rent there. I might pay that for a room in an actually nice place but a rabbit warren with pretty fireplace tiles? hell n

[humiliatemeplesse]

After your sister split from your brother-in-law you felt kind of bad for him. They had just bought a new house and now he was stuck with the mortgage. You always liked him so, you suggested that you move in and rent a room from him to help pay off the mortgage. He said good idea, and before you knew it you were moved in. During the first week you only saw him in passing. Then, on the first Friday you were there, he called you out to the living room. He was drinking a beer and watching a movie. He said come in, have a seat. You sat on the couch. And he said look, your sister's a fucking cunt. You're her brother and you're a fucking faggot. So you owe me on two fronts and yeah, for being a faggot too and for me putting up with letting a homo live in my house. Yeah, I've never been all right with having a fag like you around but, you were my wife's brother so what could I do? Now I can treat you like you should be treated. So let's get down to brass tacks. I'm letting you live here for a decent price. And you have a whole house at your disposal instead of a small apartment. With everything else that's gone on, you're going to make my life a little easier. First of all, you're responsible for cleaning this place and keeping it clean at all times. I mean everything. Vacuuming, dusting, scrubbing the floors, scrubbing the toilets, everything. You're also going to do my laundry. You're going to bring my dry cleaning to the dry cleaners and pick it up always make sure that my stuff is ready for me for work. You're going to do the grocery shopping and if I tell you to have a meal ready for when I get home on any day, you'll have it ready or I'll bitch slap you across this house. There'll be other things and I'll tell you as we go along. But for now you just tell me, I understand Sir, and get on your knees and massage my stinking sweaty smelly socked feet you fucking homo. It'll put you in the right headspace regarding your regarding place in respect to me. And yeah, I don't change my socks everyday so they do stink but, that's what real men are like faggot. So I don't want to hear any fucking complaints. Just give 'em a good massage. And don't just use your hands, use your face too. Yeah, that's right, rub your face in them too, use your face like a massager. And sniff 'em, it might do you some good sniffing in the stink of a real man. Yeah, I'm going to teach you your place, to learn to be the bitch you are, and to punish you for being the brother of that stupid cunt sister of yours. So chop chop, get on your knees massage my sweaty stinking fucking Gold Toe socked feet that have been stuck inside my leather shoes all week sweating. Make 'em feel good, kiss them while sniffing 'em, and say thank you Sir for teaching me what I am and putting me in my place. It's going to be like this every night faggot, so get used to it. Your life just became mine.

[whimsicalmeerkat]

I randomly started writing a Black Jewels/Teen Wolf crossover that’s been rolling around in my mind, so people who left the source of their sentences up to me when they requested a twofer are getting them from that. Sentence recipients below. Thanks for making me write!

@tamsinswriting @zyrafowe-sny x 2 @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin x 2 @auburnlaughter @hurricanebreeze

@aparticularbandit @post-and-out

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Derek fastens the buckles on his trunk, then vanishes it. He looks around the room, checking to make sure he hasn’t missed anything, even though he knows he hasn’t. He would have needed to have something left in order to lose it, and he’s already lost everything. Even this sparsely furnished, bare room isn’t his. It’s just a place he rented for a time. He hasn’t cared where they went, but Hayll had been somewhere far away from everything that they’d lost.

Now, Derek doesn’t really have any choice but to go back to Beacon Hills. Laura was called back there, but she’s completely dropped out of contact. They knew it might happen, what with the need to cross back into Kaleer, but Derek knows there’s more to it. Something else has gone wrong.

It’s good their family fortune was not lost along with the people, because it’s taken Derek a significant number of bribes to get a place on the roster of people being allowed to cross into the Shadow Realm. As a Warlord Prince with no Queen and no family, he’s viewed with suspicion at best and avarice by the unscrupulous. He’s never understood it himself. He’s dangerous because of what he is, but he’s been trained to have a level of control beyond that of most other castes. His schooling in Protocol alone far outstrips that of the other warlords and princes and witches he’s known.

‘Knowledge of Protocol doesn’t stop those who want to do harm,’ the voice inside his head whispers.

Derek doesn’t want to think about that. It isn’t relevant at the moment, anyway. The people who are responsible for his current state in life aren’t Warlord Princes. They’re a Prince and her Warlord father. Derek intends to make them pay, someday, although he doesn’t know how. He holds onto his anger, though. Someday, he’ll find a way.

He takes one more look around the room, but it’s just as bare as it was the last time he looked. It was barely any less spartan during the time Derek spent in it. Derek hasn’t really had a home in years. Not since Kate Argent burned his down with his family inside.

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“Imrik never gives anyone else power without a reason,” Vana says, trying to ignore how Daromir’s hands on him always make him feel.

“The question is, what are the reasons,” Daromir agrees. “We’re sure it was granting you power and not a curse?”

“If it is a curse, we won’t know for a long time,” Vana says. “Even if it was a weakness we shared, he wouldn’t display it without a clear plan to make sure it impacted me and not him.”

Daromir nods. “I suppose we need to begin researching werewolves.”

“While trying to avoid giving anything away,” Vana agrees with a sigh. “Easier said than done in this court.”

“I can’t imagine it would be easy as the prince of any court,” Daromir says thoughtfully.

“I bet Audric Sandry wouldn’t have to come up with an excuse to research werewolves,” Vana retorts. “He could probably just say he’s interested and no one would question it.”

Daro tilts his head back and forth, as if he's reluctant to agree but can't think of a counter-argument.

[marzipanandminutiae]

I just encountered the most greedy-ass Landlord Bullshit today

so I'm trying to move from the fairly nice but Landlady In UnitTM apartment I ended up in post-fire to something hopefully just with other tenants, and ideally Victorian-er (not to knock my current place, which is from 1913 and still has some pretty period details). I went today to see an apparently promising apartment in a house from 1900. the listing pics were gorgeous- stunning fireplace with artistic tiles! bay window! pretty doorknobs and plaster molding! It seemed to have been cut up from a single-family at some point, but no matter- the little flourishes remained. delightful

but when I got out there, the landlord cheerfully told me about all the work he was having done. the second-floor apartment with the pretty fireplace didn't NEED a living room and dining room both, surely! so he was going to close the doorway between them, cut a tiny new doorway, and rent the living room as a bedroom. one common room and a kitchen would suffice, for this new three-bed apartment :)

and that big kitchen- well, they didn't need all of it! that could be halved to make a small kitchen for the third floor tenants. so that the kitchen up there could become a living room, and their living room could be a fourth bedroom. as opposed to the three already crammed into what I guessed had once been housing for...two servants? maybe three? not a large space at all

I just nodded, imagining three people stuffed into the not-overly-large second floor of this upper-middle-class Victorian home and four in the even smaller attic. with one (1) common space for entertaining and relaxing, neither of THOSE large either. each room rents for over $1,000/month, so one can't even argue that he's creating affordable housing

he and his wife just bought another c. 1900 house. they're going to rent half of that, too, "once it's renovated"

I can't imagine being that greedy

[meiwks]

So basically… Dan is being too tsundere to admit he wants to help Conrad out properly, will proceed to provide for this kid and pretend it’s a burden. Got it.

[brokenhe4ds]

harrison patrick ‘the dare’ smith, please can you add the what’s wrong with new york? cds back to your website, i do not have my record player in my new flat thanks😋

[princessmyriad]

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[permanentbottombunk]

I was descended upon by a fucking massive spider just now. Here is the picture I sent to my brother as a panicked 'please help me'.

Warning, there is also a *very haunted* looking bear/puppet (he's my mom's childhood bear so he's kinda beaten up, forgive him)

That big red line is 12 inches btw. That spider had a fucking wingspan of 3 1/2 inches (9 cm for you non-americans).

That's the length of a typical INDEX FINGER.

He tried to crawl on my face.

[seraphim-soulmate]

how much mold is considered a mold problem in your bedroom also can mold make your heart rate fucked up thanks. Aoh also the wall which has the mold literally falls apart if I touch it so. Not really sure how to get rid of it also I assume there's more mold on the other side of the wall??? idk I think every couple of months I discover mold somewhere and panic and then clean it and forget about it.

[figuerockfaeth]

I NEED TO MOVE OUT NOOWWWWWWW

[lesbiansanemi]

Okay. My roommate’s bf that is moving in in a couple weeks brought his fucking dog over today and 😭 like ig it was well behaved but the cats hated it (and both my cats are already anxious messes I dread to think of how they’ll act/what they’ll do with a brand new big stressor added) and it fucking. It fucking REEKS like dog. Like yeah it’s a dog but I haven’t been around dogs in so long I forgot how much like dogs dogs smell and 😭😭 if it’s gonna be here that means my apartment and my things and my blankets and clothes are gonna start to smell like fucking dog and I’m fjfjdjsksk I don’t like this but I’ve also said a couple times I’m not happy about the dog thing and they’re both like “haha well! He’s a good dog” and I think they think I’m kinda being jokey about it but like. No. I don’t like the fucking dog and I don’t wanna live with a dog 😭 because even if it’s super well behaved and doesn’t bother me in a literal sense I will still have to deal with the inescapable consequence of Living With a Dog in the sense of it making my cats anxious/moody/angry and my apartment smelling like it and hfjdjdjdks I don’t know what to doooooo

[elvencantation]

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[weathernerdmando]

My student refund and paycheck deposited and uh. I have more money at this point in time than I've ever had to my name.

Just. Kinda stunned to see that amount of money in my bank account. For once. I can't go wild or anything lol bc that would still tear through it but I don't have to worry about bills as long as I don't spend from the account dedicated to it. That's. Fucking WILD.

[mephiles-the-jester]

i just spent the whole day building a 4 story apartment complex in the sims 4 decorated for specific sonic characters,,but i dont own the for rent pack so i cant really do much with it,and i have no idea why i did all that

[verberation]

i just want a house. that fucking lets me have my dog in it. renting it out to myself and like. two other people. that won't fucking. kick me after a years lease. like. wtf. WTF. can't have shit in this goddamn rental market jesus fucking christ.

[feelgoodinct]

nsfw, mdni.

simon becomes an absolute dog when he sees you in his shirt.

cw: possessive simon, sex on carpet (ouch), unprotected p in v, creampie, size kink (?).

simon is a good roommate. he’s organized, clean, pays rent on time, and minds his own space. the only thing is—roommate is hot. stupidly hot. you know he doesn’t have a girlfriend and he’s never once brought back a girl let alone mentioned one. you figured your little crush on him would pass like all the other (it does not). you start dropping hints that you find him attractive. like wearing your tightest tops, brushing your ass against him while reaching for a cup, even leaving one of your lacy thongs to mix in with his laundry. he never bites the bait. you start to think that maybe he just doesn’t find you attractive or even worse he finds you creepy. so you tuck your schoolgirl crush away into the cavity of your chest.

you close the washer with your hip, cradling your laundry basket back to your room. you hear the familiar turn of your front door lock letting you know simon is home from his morning gym session.

you pad into the living room to ask simon if he needed any clothes washed. simons back is turned from you when he begins to slip off his trainers, dropping his gym at the foot of the door.

“need any clothes washed? i’m starting a load up right now.” you ask eyeing the movement of back muscle underneath his compression shirt.

he finally turns to you and starts to respond “nah don’t think-“ before he snaps his mouth shut when he sees what you’re wearing. “that mine?” his voice gruff, it’s his army issued shirt that is long enough to cover your shorts. a deep green color that frays at the hem and has his last name in bold at the back of it. you notice he’s staring at the worn fabric waiting for an answer.

you look down, “oh yeah. sorry was doing laundry found this in hamper. my clothes are in the wash. hope that’s okay?” you sound apologetic like you just did something unforgivable. jesus christ what were you thinking wearing his shirt without asking. you shift trying to ease your embarrassment.

he’s on you in three short strides. making a noise between a growl and snarl. you don’t know how or when you both ended up on the living room floor. frankly, it’s the last thing on your fucking mind now that you’re on your knees cheek pressing into the shag carpet. you can feel the heat of his stare between your legs. you get a glimpse of your shorts and panties strewn across the floor leaving you in his shirt. you wait with bated breath for him to touch you. you wiggle your hips in a silent plead to get him to do something, anything…everything.

he gives the flesh of your ass a heavy smack that has you clenching around nothing. “be good now.” is all you hear before the sting leaves an angry red mark that you know is gonna leave you wincing for the next week. simon smooths a hand over the back of your (his) shirt making a noise in the back of his throat.

you hear shuffling behind you before you feel the head of him catch on to your opening making your mouth gape like a fish out of water. he groans at the contact, kneading the fat of your hips, before he presses in painfully slow with a hiss. you whimper into the carpet, fists balling, feeling hot all over. your cunt pulses trying to make room for him inside your womb.

“i know. i know, pretty girl. almost there.” simon bites back a hiss when you clench at his words. you think you might die like this. laid out on ugly apartment carpet trying to take simon’s cock. you could cry with relief when you feel simon’s balls meet your clit letting you know he’s all the way in. simon lets out a guttural sound bordering on animalistic at the sight of you speared open on his cock, last name across your back, absolutely crying for it.

he fists the bottom of the shirt to keep you still and eases his hips back just to sink back in slowly. the pressure in your navel hurts so good it’s starting to make you dizzy. simon sets a pace that has you trying to cant your hips back to meet his thrusts. he lays a heavy palm in the middle of your back, just under the boldened ‘RILEY’, keeping you pinned giving you no choice but to take what he gives you.

“prettiest fuckin girl i ever seen. gonna give this cunt the proper treatment she deserves, yeah?” he bends his left leg, somehow sliding in deeper. there’s no doubt that you can feel him in your lungs. “s’deep simon.” you slur, reaching a hand back to weakly press against his stomach. he chuckles at the act taking both wrists into one of his hands pressing them at the small of your back, forcing you into a deeper arch. you sob at the change in angle. your nipples being rubbed raw by the friction of his thrusts.

“needed this real bad, huh? don’t worry baby. i’ll make sure you don’t go without it again. wearing those tiny tops think i didn’t notice.” his voice rough and deep behind you. “uh huh.” you reply without a second thought, you don’t even care that you’ve been drooling into the carpet or that you’ve been caught. simon gives a deep chuckle at how pliant you’ve become just from some good dick.

he knows your close by the increasing volume of your sounds. he never lets up his pace determined to give you his all. “where?” he asks in a quick breathe. you take a few seconds to register his words. “huh?” you manage to squeak out. “where do you want me, pretty thing?” he says in an almost pained voice. the gears turn in your head before you speak up “inside. want it inside. m’clean. pill.” resorting to short clipped words. you beg, as if you have to, simon thinks.

your orgasm comes hard and fast leaving you sobbing out garbled version of please and simon. simon is not far behind burying himself as deep as your bodies will allow and comes inside with a pinched “oh fuck.” he pulls out with a pop and watches his spend leak down your slit leaving a small puddle on the floor that he knows he’ll have to scrub out later.

simon pats your backside affectionately. “don’t think we’ll be doing any laundry today” he says with a grin that makes you giggle. “yeah, don’t think so.”

[tekra-brings-the-rain]

Love Palestine more than you hate Israel. Love trans people more than you hate transphobia. Love the poor more than you hate the rich.

Always love who you fight for more than you hate those who you fight against. Otherwise when the Uniting Enemy is gone, you might start to hate as well.

Anger is part of revolution, but love is too.

Edit: Some people are misunderstanding this post so let me clarify. I do not mean you should not be angry at them, in fact I believe you should be very angry, I mean there needs to be some love in the mix so your anger won’t be manipulated. If your *only* driving force is anger then that anger can be flipped around to hate the very people you are trying to help. This is why a lot of media uses anger, it’s a powerful emotion. But as I said, if all you got is how mad you are at one person and not how much you care about someone else a shock inducing headline about the “barbaric Palestinians” can pull you in.

Edit 2: Since this got popular, I’m linking fundraisers below:

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