#anyway getting these done was one thing I still wanted to do last year

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Full Cold Moon in Gemini ♦︎ Moon Magick Pick A Card

Hello cute people~☃️ Happy holidays!~🎄✨🕊 Have you felt freer lately? We had a Full Cold Moon in Gemini on 15 December. Ruled by Mercury, Gemini's whole consciousness revolves around Intellect; and for some reason, I’ve always felt that the Gemini aenergy is also pure sunshine like it’s literally so bright and cheerful🍳 Perhaps it exudes from a passion for learning? Being the ‘toddler’ of the zodiac, Gemini is naturally carefree and curious about Life. Gemini wants to know all the trivial details of the world~📑

Although it's cold now, on some parts of the world, this Gemini FM aenergy is motivating us to get curious, get studying, get absolutely learning, about every little thing that piques our interest. Since you’re a spiritual one, I’m sure you sometimes get intuitive nudges for certain topics of study that you can easily google or youtube in this digital era. Ain’t that welcome?📚 This Full Cold Moon in Gemini, basically you're invited to just take it easy~♪

Relaaax, the real New Year is still ways ahead anyway😉

Study whatever you like when you want to, work as much or as little as it is sensible to you, and just… Know that you are safe now. This season, this coming year, it would be very sensible to get to know more about nutrition and the human body if you care enough. You can also discover real history and so much more. Basically, it’s time to celebrate Life itself, you celebrity!~★

To fall in love with Life all over again—because it’s good to be alive, to be breathing. For as long as your heart’s still beating, there’s still so much to be hopeful for~♡ Here's to a wonderful 2025~♦︎

ethics: Episode 3: L'Oreal Group on TRT World

documentary: How L’Oreal Poisoned the World on Jake Tran

deck-bottom: XIII The Death Rx, Gold Geographer (John Dee), Priestess of Inspiration

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Pile 1 – Sweet Love, Fresh Air, New Land

subliminal: A clear mind makes for a happy soul by lanaes

dream – 2 of Cups Rx

When was the last time you felt safe in a connection? Hmm maybe never? Maybe all of the connections you’d ever made in the past disappointed you in the end? Spiritual narcissists might say it was ‘all on you’ LOL They’d say, you didn’t have a good relationship with yourself, so you naturally manifested disappointing connections with others. It’s very callous to put it that way, right? It’s not like YOU wanted things to go that way!

Who in their right mind would want to sabotage themselves when it comes to having fulfilling romance and friendships? The truth of the matter is, you took on the collective karma of many who didn’t know how to love themselves, because they were born by parents who didn’t know how to love them. You needed to live amongst the ‘peasants’, assume the role of a ‘peasant’, so you know what’s stopping the ‘peasants’ from manifesting wealth for themselves.

In this case, we’re talking a wealth, an abundance of true, soulful Love in our connections with other Humans. The truth of your being, actually, is that the whole time, you’re a ‘spiritual royalty’ who’s already got a mega wealth of Love you can always generate within yourself. Your task in this world is to help ‘teach’ others how they can do the same for themselves~♥︎

detail – Page of Wands Rx

This section is supposed to cover some beneficial habits and routines that can amplify your wellbeing this FM season, but it looks to me like this Pile, if anything, has done a shit ton of spiritual rehabilitation! XD If anything, you’ve done so much self-healing and self-soothing; you’ve done so much inner work on yourself, for yourself; you’ve isolated yourself from the world outside to keep you safe, to keep your aenergy pure. What else can I add to this? Hahah

So, what the Page of Wands in reverse is saying, is basically a validation for you to still take your time. Some of you tuning into this may just feel like nothing’s been changing at all in your physical Reality—you may feel like maybe your train or aeroplane is never gonna come to pick you up. Not the case at all. The train ain’t even late. The train is just still being built!! LMAO

Once it arrives though, the way it carries you towards your Destiny, you’re gonna be SHOOK to see how fast, how exciting, how luxury everything is! Think of your train or aeroplane as a luxury Patek Philippe watch—it can take years, even decades, for some pieces to finish being made!! Maybe now’s still just time for you to refine and develop your senses, so that when all of that luxury and spotlight become yours, you wouldn’t be cringe LMAOMFG

You know, new-money kinda cringe? You ain’t supposed to be like that XDD

digital – 8 of Cups

Finally! This has been a long time coming, but you’re totally moving away, inching ever closer to your Highest Destiny in the coming year. I’ve a feeling, especially if this is your main Pile, that you’ve heard this numerous times through other readings for yeaarrsss… And the change, the move, the luxury never quite was there? Or even when some changes were felt, they were so small and insignificant you found it hard to even appreciate them?

I know. The spirit of delay, right? I feel that you were only still battling the last remnants of the karmic bullshit you had taken on. But 2025 is different for so many Lightworkers and Starseeds, or anybody who’s been hard at work on their spiritual transmutation~♥︎

Between 2025 and 2026 (exactly within this time frame!) the change of scenery, the move, the travel that you’ve been known is meant for your Highest Intended Good will be manifest. There’s nothing else I need to say. Enjoy, my dear~ You’ve sacrificed, and survived, a lot for this~\`★_★`/

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Green Geographer (Gerardus Mercator) & Priestess of Luxury

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Pile 2 – Total Reclamation of What Made You Divine~

subliminal: mathematical pursuits by lanaes

dream – 10 of Pentacles Rx

Oh my gosh, look at you! You’ve been dealing with a horrendous level of stress that’s caused you extreme exhaustion and prolonged fatigue. It seems either you’ve been sick throughout the holiday season or you’ve simply not been able to be as productive as you’d planned. It’s all for your good, honey. The truth of the matter is, your Higher Self and team of Spirit Guides made you sick or something like it, so you’d pause for a moment.

Because you’d been surviving, and hustling for survival, you’d forgotten what it felt like to just…live. If you look around, you’re already on safe waters. But your subconscious mind that got used to surviving hasn’t caught on XD In order to make you really see how safe it is now, you had to be sick. And voila, even when you thought you hadn’t been as productive, your basic needs are still met, right? :D There you go. It’s all taken care of now.

This season, all throughout spring, too, is all about you reclaiming every bit and piece of what made you Divine~ The bits and pieces that flew off when you went into survival mode. It’s like… …

detail – XII The Hanged Man Rx

When Sylvester Stallone was fighting tooth and nail for the script for Rocky, he got convicted out of his apartment and eventually felt forced to sell his puppy for $50 (when he had offered $100) to survive on the streets… He sobbed so hard on the way home. But as Destiny would have it, once Rocky became a box office hit, he was able to buy his little pup back for… $15,000!! He even had to fight for it! Whew, it was worth it, he said😊

In order to survive, you had to let go of some ‘aspects of your livelihood’ that were precious and fundamental to your sense of identity. You may resonate with having lost a huge chunk of your youth or life in general. It felt almost like, against your own freewill, you were led to dramatic events that got you feeling like you weren’t even allowed to live…like a normal person! Well, that’s the thing, you Prototype!

You know that you’re a Prototype, right? One of many of us tapping into this Pile right now😉 I saw a meme on Pinterest that perfectly encompasses this idea: ‘When the whole world is collectively going through their Dark Nights of the Soul but YOU have survived a few of your own~’ Exactly.

digital – Knight of Wands Rx

You, are now collecting and reclaiming your little Butkus (Stallone’s pup). All of the things that were important to your sense of identity or wellbeing. They’re all returning to you, bit by bit, maybe. But you’re gaining momentum for a full-life again—but better. You’re not returning to how things used to be! You’re reclaiming all of the small and big things that made you Divine~ TOTAL RECLAMATION OF YOUR DIVINITY.

I’ve a feeling you may resonate with those readings that say: ‘You’re going to be the first millionaire/billionaire in your bloodline!’ If you look at your birth chart, you may get some confirmation on how you’re literally destined for so much prosperity~♥︎

Well, tap into that pool of consciousness! If you’re already rich, do you think you’d be stressed out by survival? Of course not. You are already prosperous as of right now ^o^v It is safe to focus on just one thing at a time. Your time is unlimited! It is safe to work or do anything at a pace that’s sensible to you.

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Red Astronomer (Johannes Kepler) & Priestess of Energy

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Pile 3 – Your Sandcastle Turning into Ice Castle

subliminal: revenge of the gifted by lanaes

dream – 3 of Cups

For a while now, you’ve been building a castle on sand. It wasn’t that you were stupid to do so, it was that you didn’t have any other material but sand. You were dealt bad cards in Life and still you did the best you could with what you knew, because you just had to. Because it’s in the nature of you to be building a castle of wonders. Because you made a promise before you were born here. And you were born with so many talents and such intelligence…

Of course you would be disappointed in the peasant Reality you were part of. You couldn’t understand why most people had such low expectations of themselves. If anything, you couldn’t understand why most people viewed themselves so lowly either. You had a regal essence in you since you were a child, and so many people’s ceilings were literally your FLOOR! Your barest minimum is literally the ceiling many people struggle to reach.

So you had to sketch a new Reality from scratch. And you did all of that almost all by yourself. Possibly guided by the inspiration of only your Cosmic Ancestors~♥︎

detail – 4 of Swords Rx

If this is your main pile, it seems you’ve been in some cocoon of isolation, which could’ve caused you a high degree of boredom. Feels like you’ve forever been in a healing/rehab phase but where’s the action? Sometimes you could almost taste the salt of the sea from another dimension! Your time is coming, babe~ All in Divine Timing, or should we say, Divine Alignment.

With this card in reverse, your rest period is literally almost up. Almost, but the world is still shifting frequencies until the world itself matches the Divinity you have to offer it. You’re a special op of a Soul. Everything was strategized and calculated in minute detail for you to serve your Higher Purpose. So, in essence, surprise, surprise, you’re not behind at all~☆

There is a kind of revenge you’re gonna pour unto the world. Like gasoline on the pavement. And when it finally burns… ooohhh…

digital – 6 of Wands Rx

Divine Punishment. A word I’m hearing the loudest. You’re going to swiftly carry some kind of a Divine Punishment for the evils of this world and subsequently liberate those who are innocent. If this has been your main pile, I trust that you know yourself that you’re meant to serve an audience. It’s great that we have the Internet today, right? In this era of Pluto in Aquarius, too.

The Internet is the new playground for enlightenment. Millennials and Gen Zs will resonate with this the loudest, even though plenty of Boomers are obviously also on it. If you jump into some kind of content creation—or whatever else you feel called to—which involves the usage of the Internet, you’re highly protected by the Higher Realms that want to see this world become liberated from the clutches of evil, both organic and digital.

I’m sure Pile 3 is serving a very specific type of Souls who are attracted to this aenergy. Beyond just the notion of an Ascended Master or Lightworker or Starseed… I feel like you belong to a special collective of highly-specialised ops whose name/terminology I’ve not tapped into LMAO

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haiiii!! I’d like to put in a request for Boothill x an alcoholic mechanic reader who’s personality takes a complete 180 when drunk, like when the reader is sober they’re a really quiet nervous person but when they feed their addiction they turn into a party animal.(If I had to compare the reader’s personality to an existing character I’d say they’re like hiroi from bocchi the rock) also I think it’d be cute if the reader did things like maintenance checks and fixed up Boothill/his stuff from time to time :3

Moonshine

Happy new year everyone! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و sorry I've been gone for so long!

Also so sorry for taking this long to write your request ;; I had the biggest writers block in my life last year

Hope you like this silly lil fic of Boothill! (He's my favourite character good lord)

Pairing: Boothill x gn mechanic alcoholic! reader

Synopsis: Reader is an alcoholic in disguised, and your client (and secret crush)

Warnings: Fluff, Reader likes drinking alcohol, Reader is mentioned to be shy but takes a 180 on their personality after intaking alcohol, nicknames/ petnames mentioned by Boothil, not proofread.

Working as a mechanic is no easy job. Nights without sleep, days with frustrations. It just never ends! Of course you’re going to turn to alcohol for solace and comfort. It is only natural! You tell yourself. 

It’s not like you drink alcohol as you work no no no. You grab a bottle of alcohol and drown yourself to the intoxicating taste of it after hours. During harder days, you’ll go to a bar during the night and get real drunk. Dancing to the live band, singing with other patrons, talking with strangers… all of that. Because of that, you always prefer to get drunk alone, where no one you know can see that side of you. After all, you were shy and quiet and always got the job done. That’s what your frequent and loyal client, Boothill the cyborg, thinks anyway. 

Boothill is known to run into danger, Hell, he probably is Danger himself. So it’s not surprising he ends up with a few bad damages to his metal body here and there. He always comes to you for a bit (a lot actually-) of fixing up. It’s totally because he thinks you're reliable and not because of any other reason… 

“You should be more mindful about yourself, Boothill. This is the third time you’ve visited my workshop in a week.” You grumbled as you fixed up his mechanic arm. 

“What's all the fuss about sweetheart? My human head is perfectly fine, besides, this time it’s only my arm that’s in rough shape.” He grins which earned him a disapproving shake of your head. 

“Still, that doesn’t mean you're invincible. What if one day your heart is the one getting damaged? You know how much work and stress you’ll put me through?” You weren’t yelling per say, you never yelled at Boothill, or anyone for that matter. But it was very evident you were annoyed and worried. 

Boothill sighed and nodded his head “Alright sugarplum, I’ll be more careful next time.” 

You hummed in response and silence ensued, only the sound of you tinkering with your equipment filled the workshop. Boothill looked at you from his seat. The crease of your eyebrows, the small frown on your lips and the sweat dripping from your forehead so focused on fixing his arm. Sometimes he feels a little guilty, for making you work hard almost everyday when he comes to visit you. He’ll never admit that sometimes he gets into real danger just to see you often. Small maintenance once a week doesn’t cut it for him. He wanted to see you everyday. 

“Hey sweetheart, you’ve been working real hard today, how ‘bout after this, I take you out for a drink?” The cowboy smirked, waiting for your reply. He’s never seen you drink before, and he doesn't know if you do, but it’s worth the shot to ask. 

You paused for a second, then looked up at him “You’ll pay?” 

He scoffed at your question. “I’ll getcha as many drinks as you want.”

“Deal.”

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Hours passed, and you finally closed up your workshop. Boothill seemed to know the area well, because he decided to take you to a bar quite far from your workshop, despite there being a bar quite near your place. Honestly, you were glad for his suggestion. You were a regular customer in the bar near your workshop, and dare not make that known to Boothill. 

You started to regret taking up Boothill’s offer for a drink, in fear of getting drunk and letting your “party animal” side come out. What would he think of you? Would he be shocked? Disgusted?. You shook your head. It's not like I get drunk with just one drink.. but the fear remains. 

When you both arrived at the bar, you made a mental note to just have a maximum of two drinks. 

You and Boothill sat by the bar (counter), “Heya boss, a glass of whiskey for me and..” Boothill turned to you, waiting for your reply. 

“Sweetened mood for me.” you told the Bartender, who nodded and started making your drinks. 

“Thanks for today by the way, (Name). I always know I can count on you to get me back to shape” 

You smiled a little and shook your head. “Not an easy job having you come in so often, but no problem.” Just then, the bartender gave you both your drinks. 

“Aw c’mon, havin’ me around has its perks, don't lie now sugarcube you love havin’ me around.”

You didn’t reply but you silently agreed, and took a sip of your drink.. drink number one. 

The conversation between the two of you flowed so smoothly, like the amount of alcohol you started to drink. It was already more than two, and you felt your cheeks flush. But you didn’t stop. 

As if fate was trying to push you further, a live band started to play, and the urge to dance along kicked in. You felt light headed and tipsy, but instead of stopping you ordered another alcohol and chugged it down. 

“Woah there (name) didn’t know you could drink this much! Had I known, I would’ve taken you out back then!” 

You slammed your cup on the table and laughed “I’m sure you would have, but I would have said no to your offer.” truly the alcohol was taking over your senses, because you felt yourself stand up from your seat and slowly swat to the beat of the song from the live band. Boothill’s eyes followed you and widened when you started dancing to the music. Your laugh, your smile, the red cheeks clearly intoxicated. This was the you he has never seen before, but he doesn’t complain. Instead, he grinned and went to the dance floor with you and started dancing along. 

You smiled at him “Follow my movements cowboy, only if you can of course.” You teased.

“Is that a challenge, sugarplum?” The said cowboy teased back. 

“Depends on how you take it.”

The atmosphere of the bar became more lively, dancing, laughing and cheering along. Making you all the more hyped and making Boothill all the more attracted to you. 

Hours later, the music stopped and the atmosphere dulled down to a calm one. By this point, the cowboy knew it was time to take you back.

“You sure caught me by surprise, (name).” He chuckled, carrying your sleeping figure back to your place.

Though you couldn’t hear him, he continued. “I hope you’ll show me this side of you again, sweetheart.”

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The first part of my first story

A sissy for a week - Part 1

It was a normal Monday. The sun had not yet risen and Erik was still in bed. The alarm clock rang, it was time to get up and tackle the first task on the to-do list. Erik came out of the bathroom, freshly showered, to get dressed so that he could go shopping afterwards. He wanted to go to a supermarket first and stock up on food for the whole week, because during the week he was home alone, he wanted to fulfill one of his dreams. He had planned everything exactly since he knew that his fiancée was in Hawaii for a week with her girlfriends for her bachelorette party and he had said a proper goodbye to her and she to him.

She had really taken care of him the night before and the two of them ended up in bed and did a number on each other. After that, she got ready, packed her bags, and Erik gave her a kiss and said with a satisfied smile on his face, ” That was a nice last time together as an unmarried couple. I wish you a nice week, enjoy yourself with your friends and make sure that Stefanie and Mel don't start blowing all the hot guys they see or persuade you to do something you don't want to do. I love you.”

She laughed because she liked it when Erik didn't mince his words and returned the kiss and said to him, “I'll be careful, the two of them will have fun but I'll take care of myself, I promise! And thank you for this last ride before the wedding, the sex afterwards will surely be great too, but certainly different, darling. I love you too and see you in a week, take care.”

With these words, she walked out the front door and got into the minivan that was taking her and her five friends on the trip to the airport.

Now Erik was standing there, getting dressed and marching to the front door. When he had put on his shoes and jacket, he grabbed his car keys and stepped out the door into the small front yard. A friendly “hello” came towards him and he turned to the right, from whence the greeting came. Bethany, his neighbor, was standing there and smiling at him. He returned the greeting just as warmly and thought only of the fact that she was the only one in the neighborhood that week. The house next door had been empty for a month and the neighbors of the last two houses in the row were also on vacation. A young married couple, both women and a not-so-young lady occupied these two houses. All in all, friendly people who gave them a warm welcome when they moved in and with whom they immediately became friends.

Bethany asked where Deborah, Erik's fiancée, had gone and he told her that she was on her hen party for the week. Beth replied: “Oh, I didn't know you were getting married so soon, is everything ready for the big day?”

Erik told her: “Yes, so far everything is ready and done, but it won't be that big of a deal. She's only inviting the colleagues she's with in Hawaii now. Her parents passed away two years ago, and from my side, there aren't many people who come into question.”

“Oh, I'm sorry, I completely forgot,“ replied Beth, who probably only just realized that Erik grew up in an orphanage and didn't necessarily develop close contacts due to his job, which involved a lot of traveling.

“It's all right,” Erik reassured her. “We didn't want to make a big deal out of it anyway, so everything is fine as it is.”

She nodded sympathetically at him and he asked if she needed anything else from the supermarket. She said no, so he marched over to his car and unlocked it. He got behind the wheel and turned on the ignition. He released the handbrake again and drove out of the driveway onto the road. There wasn't much traffic, which didn't surprise him. The terraced houses had once been planned as part of a new housing development, but it was never built beyond the five houses from which he was just driving away. The building authorities had found out in the middle of construction that the building land had not been properly categorized and had stopped the whole thing before more than the access road and the 5 houses were built. So it happened that the houses that had already been sold were left standing to minimize the damage suffered by the construction company due to the building authority's mistake. And so it came about that Erik now lived in one of the five houses, which were about 5 km from the nearest town.

He didn't have to drive long to get to the supermarket in town.

The town itself wasn't huge, but it was big enough to have all the shops, restaurants and bars that make life more enjoyable. It had a population of around 10 to 15 thousand, so you were likely to bump into someone more than twice in a lifetime.

When he arrived at the supermarket and parked the car, Erik grabbed a shopping cart and walked through the sliding door, which slowly opened when he was close enough to let him in. He mainly wanted to stock up on food for the week and then get the rest. What no one knew about Erik was that he wanted to use the week to live out his fantasy one last time. He had discovered years ago that he was very keen on women's underwear even without the women in it. He had then found out more and, while researching on the internet, found out that there was more to it than that and that it seemed almost limitless what possibilities, scenarios, offers and assessors there were. He had then created an account on a platform and it had drawn him under its spell. At the beginning, he couldn't imagine what it was all about and a lot of it was like wearing women's clothes, buying and using sex toys and putting on make-up. However, his curiosity and open mind soon led him to try it all. He regularly wore women's clothing, even during his daily routine under his normal clothing, put on make-up when Debie was not at home with his own make-up and he also tried out what it felt like to walk in high heels. Soon he had crossed that line and he told himself no further than that, but the curiosity and the good feeling gave him the courage to go further and further down the rabbit hole. Then everything started to take on different dimensions without him, who was fully immersed in it, realizing it. He often went to websites that led him to shops that sold extremely feminine clothing and specialized in making dresses and accessories for so-called “sissies”. This is how he found out that there was such a thing as ABDL and sissy babies, and he liked the idea of having something warm and soft between his legs. He had long since lost his shame and self-control. He wanted more and more and more extreme, so that he was no longer afraid of buying sex toys and using his diapers in front of other people in adult chat rooms. At one point, he had even considered going to a real dominatrix, but that was too expensive for him, so he contented himself with letting his fantasies and his and didn't really realize that the instructions of the laughing girls who mocked him online pulled him so deeply into the rabbit hole that he couldn't get out on his own. He only realized that he would have to confess some of it to Debie at some point and that he would have to hide his sissy equipment. Debie had already found out almost everything when she noticed that not all of her panties were where they should be and she had also noticed the box in the basement in his workshop that was there from one day to the next. However, she put the missing panties down to the fact that the pubescent neighbor boy had probably become a little too curious and so she got herself some cameras because she wanted to convict him. So Erik was off the hook and she also assured him that she was only monitoring the house entrances. This secretly reassured Erik, because it meant he knew he could continue without being caught.

Since he now had a week off and had completed all his assignments and didn't have to work again until after the wedding and honeymoon, he could take the time and enjoy a whole week as a sissy. He had already imagined it beautifully and had ordered a pretty sissy dress made of satin online in advance pretty sissy dress made of satin, matching pink adult baby diapers that could hold an extremely large amount, and plastic pants that could be closed so that he could not get any ideas, and even if he did, he could not just get rid of them. He had still struggled with the fact that when he was fully absorbed in the movie, he could get very horny and then the moment, or rather the week, could be over very quickly and he would be back to square one after he came. He also knew that he would simply cut through the thin plastic if he lost control over the fact that he wanted to come but shouldn't. Collecting and locking away all the sharp objects and tools in the house was too much trouble for him, so he had bought lockable and thickly padded mittens, as well as arm and leg restraints, to go with the dress and diapers, so that he could fix himself in every conceivable position for a predetermined time with the help of a homemade, remote-controlled time lock. He had also got camera equipment so that he could present himself in all his glory to the women in the cam chat and a collar and a chastity cage so that he would not get any stupid ideas when changing his diaper.

So Erik just had to buy the food for the week and then quickly go to the hardware store to get chains to hold him wherever he was. He already had the rest at home or was supposed to receive it today, according to the delivery date. So he went to the grocery store and got a week's worth of food and drink, mostly junk food and fruit juices. When he passed the shelf for baby items, he got the idea that he could also get baby food and changing utensils to deepen the moments even more. So he walked through the shelves, carefree and already a little horny, and got these things too. When he arrived at the end of the shelves, it hit him like a flash of inspiration. He could get diapers now, too, then he would have even more time and his adventure would begin even earlier. So he marched off right away and picked out the thickest and cheapest adult diapers he could find, a decision that would take revenge as he would later realize. At the moment, however, he had no idea. When he went to the checkout, he realized that he only had cash with him and therefore could not use the self-checkout. Well, he thought to himself, it's not that bad, it could be for anything, even for me, but nobody knows that. And so he walked confidently, as he truly did, to a checkout where a young lady was working and put everything on the conveyor belt. She typed it in and when she got to the baby food and diapers, she just looked up briefly, but didn't make a big face and told him the amount.

“$150 please,“ she said kindly, and he took out his wallet.

“Here,” said Erik, holding out the bills to her.

She looked at him and smiled, taking the bills. With a nod in the direction of the diapers, she added, “You can also use the bathroom around the corner here, it's secluded and you can't see in because the doors go from floor to ceiling.”

Erik replied with an embarrassed smile, ”They're not for me, they're for my little one.”

He was shocked and blushed a little because at that moment he realized that it was the stupidest excuse he could have chosen.

She grinned cheekily at him and just replied, “Oh, my mistake, I just thought they were too big for a ‘little one’ and I see you have similar circumstances to mine sometimes with long shifts”: and she pointed at his crotch.

Erik looked down and noticed a dark spot on his light-colored jeans. This made him even more nervous. He must have been so ecstatic about buying the diapers that he came without realizing it.

However, he quickly regained his composure and said to her, “So do you also wear diapers if you noticed all that so quickly and know so much about it?”

She laughed and looked at him: “So you too? So you are for them after all, or how should I understand that?”

Erik became nervous and looked around. Fortunately, no one had noticed, the store was quite empty and there was no one else waiting in line.

No, no, they're really for my little one, that's what I call my girlfriend,” he said, and was a bit more composed again because he thought he had saved the situation for himself.

She replied, ‘Oh, okay. That makes sense,’ but she didn't sound very convinced and still grinned, ”Yes, I'm wearing some at the moment too, the way to the staff toilets is too far and we're not allowed in the customer toilets.”

“I see,“ Erik replied. ‘I understand, so this is a pretty tough job!”

She nodded and he asked, ’Could you maybe show me the restroom anyway? I'm not from around here and I want to quickly wipe away that there” – he pointed to the stain on his pants – “must come from the condensation of the frozen tips.”

She raised her eyebrows and said, “Gladly, I just have to close the checkout and then I can show you the toilets, I wanted to take a little smoking break anyway.”

She put a “cash register closed sign” on the security tape and took a handbag from under the counter. Erik looked at it and noticed that it was full and her casual clothes were spilling out of it. She walked around the cash register once and was standing in front of him. She showed him the way by leading the way. Erik ran after her and when they went up a staircase, he inevitably had to stare at her ass. He noticed that she had a pretty nice ass and that the diaper she seemed to be wearing was not very thick because he only noticed a small bulge showing through her pants, almost like normal panties. She turned left again when they reached the end of the stairs and then pointed to a passageway without a door.

“That's the men's room,” she said, adding, ”By the way, I'm Jenny, so today is my last day here, so if we don't run into each other again, it was nice to meet you.”

Erik smiled and said to her: “It was nice to meet you too, I'm Erik. With that said, the two said goodbye to each other and he walked past a sign that he simply ignored, since he knew where he was going.”

When he came to the toilets, he decided on the last cubicle, otherwise the room was also empty. He was quite impressed; for once it smelled good in the room, which was not usual for him in public toilets. So he went into the last cubicle and closed the door behind him and put down his shopping bags. In order not to attract too much attention, he turned on music on his smartphone and just as he was about to put it in one of the bags, he realized that he had also bought fruit, including bananas. When he put them in the cart while shopping, it didn't occur to him, but now it suddenly came over him. He had read that if you shoved a banana up your ass, you would inevitably shoot after a while because you apparently lose control of your sphincter muscle. He never really wanted to shoot himself, he didn't want to cross that line. He thought about it for a moment and came to the conclusion that it's not really poop that would end up in the diaper and that it probably wouldn't work anyway. So he took the risk before he put on a diaper. So he peeled the banana and threw the peel into one of the bags and bent forward a little to make it easier. It tickled a little but the banana was surprisingly easy to insert. When the banana had disappeared into his bottom, he took the thick diaper and put it around his waist while standing. He attached it strip by strip and when he was almost done, he heard a “huhu”

He was startled and looked around, he saw nothing until he looked up and saw a smartphone that had been pushed through the slit between the cabin wall and the ceiling. The camera was aimed right at him and he heard giggling from the neighboring cabin. The smartphone was pulled back and the cabin door next to him opened. He was about to storm out and realized as he opened the door that this was a huge mistake. With his pants between his ankles and the thick diaper around his waist, he was shocked to realize that he had better not ignored the sign at the beginning. Jenny was standing in front of him, the camera still pointed at him, and two women were standing at the sinks, staring at him in amazement and then bursting out laughing. He had been tricked by Jenny, who had filmed him and lured him into the women's room. So there he was, with the diaper on full display for all to see, his face bright red.

The two women at the sink laughed and one said to the other: “Well, you never know what's going to happen these days. You want to put on a new shade of lipstick and then a little pervert comes out of a stall with a diaper.”

The other woman just said, ”Yeah, but look how embarrassed he is, almost like a real baby who is ashamed because he knows he was naughty.”

Both laughed and Jenny already had tears in her eyes. She had now stopped filming and the three exchanged glances that did not bode well for Erik. He himself was star-struck. The three women now approached him and pushed him back into the cabin. He did not notice that he was pushed back so far that he stumbled and fell on his bottom.

They laughed and Jenny bent down to him: “Well, you little shit, did you think I wouldn't notice when a pervert like that is in my store? He had already peed himself and seriously wanted to tell me that the diapers were for his girlfriend.”

She pulled at his trousers, which were still hanging between his legs, and reached into his pocket. She pulled out his wallet and looked at his driver's license.

“Soso,” she said, ”I'll take a picture of it right away, and if you're not good, you'll quickly have other problems than your dirty mind and a full diaper. Do you understand me?”

Erik just nodded and didn't know how he was going to get out of this hell.

One of the other two women said, “What was that smacking sound earlier? Does it have something to do with the banana peel lying there?”

Erik had knocked over the bag when he fell, and the peel was lying next to the nappies, the baby food and the other fruit.

Jenny laughed loudly: “Hahaha no, the little shit shoved it up his bum.”

Both women looked at each other and then, disgusted, at Erik, who was still lying on the floor: ‘So that's what you are, a little fag who shoves bananas up his bum in the ladies’ room and harasses people.”

Erik, who had slowly found his voice again, said, “No, it's true that I...”

He didn't get to finish.

The woman slapped him across the face with the flat of her hand: ”I don't want to hear anything more from you, you pig.”

She grabbed him by the ear and pulled him up. When he was standing, she sat down on the toilet and pulled him over his lap, clamping his legs between hers and pushing down on his upper body. She didn't wait long and a barrage of blows rained down on his half-naked bottom. Erik wanted to scream out loud, but nothing came out; he had to endure this torture for two minutes without interruption. When she let go of him and pulled him out of the cabin, she grabbed him by the crotch; he was soaking wet. Without realizing it, he had wet himself. She slapped him again and he slumped down. This was too much for him, he hadn't imagined his morning like this. When he looked up, he saw Jenny, who must have filmed the whole thing, and who couldn't stop laughing because she was holding her smartphone and the camera was pointed at him again.

“Shall we change the little loser's diapers, look at how full they are?” the other woman asked.

The first one just shook her head and said, ‘No, he should stay in his full diaper, the little one doesn't deserve anything else.’ ”Come on, get up, your pathetic behavior is getting on my nerves again.”

Erik rose.

All three looked at him and Jenny said: “So now pull up your pants and get out of here. I'll think of something for you and then get back to you. If you're good, I won't tell your wife about what you are and what you do.”

When Erik looks at her questioningly and wonders where she got the information about your fiancée from, Jenny points to your engagement ring. Erik started crying and sniffling like a lapdog.

ZACK.

The first woman has slapped him again: “Stop crying, you pathetic wimp, and get out of the toilet.”

Erik fetched his shopping and disappeared from the toilet. That was a bad start to his plan, but the threat from Jenny and being humiliated like that somehow turned him on. So he left the supermarket and sat down on his aching bottom in his car. He drove off in the direction of the hardware store. He grabbed his credit card, which he had left in the car, and when he arrived at the hardware store, he had almost forgotten everything and recovered from the fright. He was still a little shaken, but was able to concentrate enough to do his shopping and then drive home.

[bigfan-fanfic]

You May Sanctuary Find (Winchester!Reader x Winchester Bros [PLATONIC])

A sequel to Brother Mine and Back Into Trouble

The title this time comes from "Little Brother," a poem by Robert W. Service that really, I think, epitomizes the relationship between the eldest Winchester and his brothers, especially the last verse: "Little Brother, how I pray/You may sanctuary find. /Peoples of the world succumb . . ./Fly, poor fools, the WRATH TO COME!"

Anyway, this time, the story takes place after the 1st episode of Season Two, right after John's death.

He's gone. After all that, it wasn't even a direct kill from a monster that did it.

It had been hard - you hadn't been able to see him at the end, because since you actually had insurance, you were able to get some better care. It was only after that you learned about how Dean had nearly passed and John had apologized to him before... taking care of things himself.

Neither one of them is willing to talk. Which makes sense.

This family has never been very good at communication.

Even if he tried his best to make peace at the end, it's still hard not to hate him for what he's done.

Even to save Dean, you hate that he's still messing up your little brothers.

You hate that he never even made an effort to talk to you before it all.

But while you're raw, you know how to deal with this. You've mourned the father you knew better than Sam and Dean ever got to, the one before your mom died when you were seven and he disappeared forever, stolen and replaced by a grieving, vengeful hunter of monsters.

It's rough for Bobby to see you all like this, brought so low after you all had hope that something would change.

That you'd get a win for once.

You call in from Bobby's phone, let your assistant know that you've been in a car accident, that you'll be on the way home soon to recover.

"After all this?" you hear Dean say. "You're still leaving?"

"We did this to find Dad. We found him." you reply wearily.

"What about Yellow Eyes? You're not going to help us take down the son of a bitch that got both our parents?"

He's shouting now, approaching, clutching his side that still hurts from the bruising from the accident.

"I'm tired, Dean."

"Tired? You don't get to be tired! You don't get to leave us again!"

You turn away from him. Trying not to lash back. He's allowed to be angry. It's reasonable for him to be angry...

"You're just scared! You're too damn scared to own up and be part of this family. You never loved Dad like I did! Did you even care that Mom died?"

In a scarily fluid movement, you have him pinned to the wall, an arm across his throat and a hand holding down his wrist, already preventing the counterattack before it happened. The wind is knocked out of him, and for a moment, the hunter you were is back.

Such anger, like it was never dealt with. Like it never left. Like you're still the seven year old who lost his mother. Like the fourteen year old with monster blood on his hands. Like the twenty-one year old who hugged his brothers goodbye without the strength to even pray they'd meet again.

Rage and hate, rage and hate. Monster after witch after demon after trickster after monster.

You let him go. The final monster you kill is that hunter inside you.

"I wrote you letters for your birthday every year. I dunno if Dad gave them to you. I would ask you to visit. To stay." you say, almost whispering. You don't even know if it's loud enough for him to hear. "I sent money for Sam. For college. For a house. For you to settle down."

He's trembling. Anger? Remorse? Sorrow?

"I never wanted to leave you. You're my brothers. And after Mom died, and Dad went hunting... someone had to look out for you. Not just your health, but your futures. I still put money away for you. I keep a couple of rooms ready in my apartment for you two. I can't force you two to come with me. I just have to wait. And hope that I can someday protect you again. It's the hardest thing I've had to do."

You look at him, in the eye, forcing him to look back. "I can't do this anymore. Hunting. It brings out a part of me that... that I fear. A part of me that is angry and hateful, and who likes that because it's easier than facing what he fears. I'm done."

Dean turns away from you, face contorting, and you grab his arm.

"But I will never be done being your big brother, Dean. And when you're finally done too, when you're ready to just fucking rest...

"I will be there. I will be there with a home, and peace, and a life. I promise."

He looks at you, on the verge of breaking. "I can't. I have to do this. I have to protect Sammy."

You pull him into a hug. "Then I'll wait for you."

He melts into you, crying and holding on to you tight.

You remember back when you left, all those years ago - Dean had looked at you with such hate. You were dead to him then, for cutting off the family, for breaking Dad's heart.

And now he holds on, because now he knows what you've tried to do. What you're still doing.

"You do what you have to do, little brother." you whisper. "But when you're done, you come home."

"Okay. Okay, I will." He says, voice distorted with emotion, teeth gritted to try and stop crying.

"C-can I still call?" Dean whispers, when you let him go.

"Of course. I insist on it." You smile at him through tears. "I love you, Dean-o."

"Love you too, big brother."

Dean watches you go to find Sam, to say your goodbyes, and he lets himself cry. Bittersweet. He knows you're growing, that this is good, but already he misses you terribly. How is he going to handle this all alone? This terrible task Dad gave him, to protect Sammy, or take him out.

But though he is full of fear, there's a new sense of hope.

You'll only be a phone call away. You'll be waiting for him.

And to a man that has never once had an alternative, that makes all the difference.

[calamitaswrath]

Well, guess I ended up refining these, after all.

[joshuamj]

In Time and Stars

[itspileofgoodthings]

ALSO I am learning how to teach very introverted students, something my natural skillset as a teacher does not help me with.

[moments-divins]

i’m so overwhelmed by things that shouldn’t be overwhelming...

[unproduciblesmackdown]

also "textless" versions of these, wahooo

[todayisafridaynight]

We rlly don’t need another majima game 😭 please give other characters a chance he already had the spotlight in 0😔

lord if i speak on goro majima.

[funsizedcrow]

funniest thing that ever happened when we were playing botw was my sister was playing and she had made it up to the top of the tower in hyrule field (the one surrounded by guardians) and was looking down at the guardians through a slot in the like railing and i was like "you should shoot the guardian" because i thought they were out of range and so she shot the guardian in the eye with an arrow and it came alive and immediately hit link with a laser and link instantly died ragdolled and fell through the slot and miphas grace activated and my sister immediately teleported away while mipha was still doing her thing. and i was just laughing so hard.

[h-doodles]

boy the sudden outpour of angst ideas for larissa weems x reader in my brain got me weeping so bad i feel a fever coming on

[nexus-nebulae]

another childhood bucket list item obtained: i finally have a snuggie

[seventh-district]

several days and 15 thousand words later, i am relieved to report that the suffocating urge to Write Something has been sated and no longer has me in a chokehold

[keeps-ache]

everyday there's somethin goin on. like the day. or somethin like that

[icewindandboringhorror]

I love all of these goofy product photos where the water bottle is extremely obviously just photoshopped onto a stock image of someone pretending to hold something or whatever.. very convincing..