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angy-mouse · 2 years ago

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Puck Bunny Part 3

5.7k, no smut but definite M-rated banter and important plot (unless you're just here for the foursomes in which case you can skip this chapter ig but its pretty integral for the finale)

do you wanna go on a date?

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You stared at the message, sent directly instead of through the group chat. As if that wasn't weird enough, you'd just gone on a date (with heavy air quotes) with the three of them and you had yet to get your panties back, thank you very much. You started drifting down memory lane and forced yourself to snap out of it. This was not lecture appropriate thinking.

You get another text.

with me, idk if that was obvious lol. sap + sam are stuck running drills all afternoon bc they suck

Okay, so not a group thing. That was good, at least. You might be able to walk after all. Except…

Honestly, you don't feel like sex. Not even mind-blowing, four-orgasms-in-a-row, written-by-a-woman sex. You were tired, and still sore, and really craving something fruity but also sweet? Maybe a chocolate orange. Point being you did not feel sexy and imagining a naked man only stirred thoughts of needing to buy lotion.

i was thinking shopping and dinner - my treat ofc - but whatever you want is cool too x

Fuck, you do need a sweater. Damn changing seasons making your sundress collection obsolete.

You flipped your phone over and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath and rolling your shoulders back. Fuck the rest of the lecture hall, you were aceing this class anyway and you needed to check in.

Do you want to see Punz today?

You didn't even have to think about it. Of course you did, you wanted to see all three of them and maybe shove your face in their perfectly perky pecs, but so far seeing them entailed sex, which you were not up for. You didn't think for a second that Punz wouldn't accept a no, but you were 50/50 on whether you would cave at the first touch just to experience that intimacy.

Call yourself a slut, but it was kinda hard to deny a man who acted like you were a literal goddess.

Next question: do you want to go on a date today?

As long as it was a date-date and not their last idea of a date, that would actually be nice. You were past the awkward small talk stage with Punz, so no fumbling or awkward silences should happen. Plus you already knew he would compliment you to the high heavens, which certainly couldn't hurt your mood.

So what were you waiting for?

You thought, but you couldn't find an answer. A handsome, fit guy who treated you amazing and was great in bed wanted to take you shopping and treat you to dinner. You'd have to be a fucking idiot not to.

You flipped your phone back over and found another text.

no pressure ofc, but id be a fucking idiot not to try spending time with you without the peanut gallery

You snorted, thumbs gliding over the screen to save him from his nerves. Even if he was cute when he rambled.

tbh shopping and dinner sounds exactly what I need rn

A beat where you thought too much and got lost for just a moment. You bit the bullet, putting a heart on the end and hitting send. Then, as an afterthought:

should I change?

what are you wearing?

For a moment you considered telling him you forgot about a lecture you can't miss, and you actually can't go and you're so sorry but maybe next time-

omg wait not like THAT

i just mean last two times i saw you you were wearing a cute asf dress and then that nice shirt with big sleeves and the black skirt so as far as im concerned anything you wear is perfect

He's talking about your lantern sleeve blouse. Something about the way he fumbles, not knowing anything about what things are called and only knowing that he liked them enough to remember makes you just melt.

oh lol well thank you. Did you wanna meet somewhere or…

The response is instant.

ill come pick you up! whens your last class get out?

You tell him and get a thumbs up and heart emoji pairing, then a gif of snoopy doing his happy dance that makes you laugh under your breath.

"Stop sexting in class,"

You flinch and clutch your phone to your chest before recognition kicks in and you glare at Niki. "I'm not sexting," you hiss. "Punz is picking me up for a date." She rolls her eyes. "An actual date." You didn't know why you needed her to be happy for you so badly. Maybe with both your long term best friend and slightly less long term boyfriend both kicked out of your life, you were just craving companionship. It would certainly explain your current disaster of a dating life.

"Okay," she says but it doesn't sound like she means it. "Just so you know, I only have one romcom binge weekend in me a year, so if this harem breaks your heart, too, you're on your own."

"I appreciated that, you know." She blinks like she wasn't expecting anything less than snark, but you meant it. You came into your dorm with eyes so full of tears you didn't even realize she was there until she was coaxing you into your PJs and shoving a carton of Ben & Jerry's into your lap. Suddenly your mysterious roommate you only saw once in a blue moon when your schedules rarely overlapped was the shoulder you were crying on, voice ringing through your ears promising you were still the baddest bitch and he was the loser here.

"It's no big deal," she finally decided. "You need to learn people don't deserve praise for not treating you like crap."

You didn't have a comeback for that, so you finished class in silence.

"Do I get to meet this one, too?"

You can't fight your smile. "You want to?"

"Gotta make sure you're not dropping your standards. Again."

"I changed my mind: fuck off." She curled her hands into a heart with a grin before you turned away, hearing her chase after you. 'Chase' very loosely translated to 'took four quick steps to easily catch up because she's a lot fitter than you.' Damn skinny people.

"If he just pulls up and honks, you are not getting in the car. Date ends there."

"Any particular reason?"

"A man who can't wait to get out of the car to greet you can't wait long enough for you to come."

You grinned over your shoulder as you walked into the afternoon sun. "Oh, believe me: not a concern."

"Ew,"

"You started it."

"And I'm finishing it."

Tires screeching on pavement caught your attention, just in time to watch two students nearly get run over by a cherry red Challenger. You bit your cheek. "You don't think…"

The car came to a stop right in front of the stairs (only because it was physically incapable of climbing them, you were sure) showing off the VAL-U sticker on the back window.

"I do think," Niki said solemnly. A single honk came from the car. "Oh, fuck no-"

"Niki, please," you begged as you watched Punz climb out of the driver's seat in a crisp collared shirt, buttoned only enough to be appropriate in public. You practically melted as he gave you that sparkling grin, running a hand through his blond locks as he climbed the stairs two at a time to join you.

"I had one rule for you-"

"Sorry," Punz breathed out, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek, close enough you could feel the faint heat rushing through his face. "I slammed my elbow on the horn trying to unplug my phone."

You'd be embarrassed by the loud snort that left you if you weren't so grateful it drowned out Niki's, "you're lucky, valley."

"You look beautiful." It was hard to believe when you'd just sounded like a literal pig. At least, it would be if he wasn't looking at you like you hung the stars, hands sliding back on either side of your waist until he was holding you gently against him. His lips ghosted over yours. "I missed you, bunny."

You missed him, too. “You saw me two days ago,” you say instead, but you let your hands link against the nape of his neck as he gives you a soft kiss. Something more than a peck, but nothing you were embarrassed to do in front of Niki. Something just right.

“And it was painful,” he announced, squeezing you tighter against him like he knew it would make you giggle into his neck. “Forty-eight hours with Big and Rich for company.”

“Are you ever going to run out of demeaning nicknames for them?”

“Haven’t yet. Hi-” It takes you a second to realize he’s talking to Niki over your head. “Friend?”

That one was directed at you, so you hum an affirmative and gently peel yourself away to run through introductions. Punz only lets you get out of one arm, the other moving to hang over your shoulders with a squeeze that clearly said ‘that one stays.’ “This is my roommate, Niki. Niki-”

“Punz,” she mused, offering her hand. “I know all about you.”

“Is this a shovel talk?”

“No. I don’t talk before shoveling.”

“Niki,” you beg, but Punz gives her a firm shake.

“Big fan of that,” he declared with a grin. “I’ve got a buddy with a truck, we should get you two in contact.”

She nodded solemnly. “Alright,” she directed at you, “you can go on the date.”

“Niki!”

She took your keys off your bag. “I’ll take your car back to the dorm. Don’t get pregnant.”

“NIKI!”

“Bye, Niki,” Punz cheered with a cackle, arm around your shoulders keeping you from chasing after her to commit some mild manslaughter. “Nice to meet you!”

“Don’t say, ‘nice to meet you,’ when she’s humiliating me.” You got a kiss pressed to the side of your head instead of an apology as he started down the steps, dragging you along with. The gentle pressure of his arm on your neck solidified your feeling like a yappy chihuahua being tugged along by the leash. It all felt a stark difference to the usual sultry air that followed you around these three. This actually felt like a… date. Not a sex on the nearest surface date, but a proper meet the parents soon date.

You tried not to think about how scary that was.

Instead, you thanked Punz as he held open your door, your hand in his as he helped you climb in. You held in a giggle as he shut the door behind you and raced around the hood like he was worried you’d leave without him. “What are we shopping for,” he asked as he threw himself into his seat, but you were distracted.

“Why do you have a suicide knob?”

He grinned, wide and toothy, tongue poking out as he used the knob to wiggle the steering wheel. “Because it’s fun.”

You buckled your seatbelt.

“Oh, come on,” he huffed, pulling out of the parking lot. “I’ve never gotten into so much as a fender bender with this car.”

“This car?”

“Don’t say it like that! I haven’t gotten into an accident since I was a teenager, is that better?”

“Yeah, and what are you now, twenty?”

“Twenty-five,”

“Oh my god, you’re old.”

You regretted it as soon as you said it. You were so not at the stage where you could make fun of each other and especially not something as potentially sensitive as his age and why he's still at University-

"Well, you're a brat, so I thought we made a good pair." There's a beat where your mind races, but Punz reaches over to take your hand off your lap and cuts it short. "That was a joke. I know you're not a brat."

"Only a little bit," you admit, and squeeze him back, a little promise that you didn't take it harshly. "If you were serious about taking me shopping, I could use some warm clothes for fall.”

The car pulled to a smooth stop at the light, and he fixed you with a look like you’ve accused him of secretly kicking puppies. “Dead serious. I love shopping.”

“You’re clearly very passionate about this.”

He took his stare off you to pull through the light, bringing your joined hands up to his lips. “Well, I have an addictive personality, a great credit score, and excellent fashion sense.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Hey, what’s with the doubt?!”

“Don’t get me wrong,” you promise, using your joined hands to gesture to his open shirt, “today’s pirate-with-no-inhibitions look is super sexy, and I’m a big fan of the pleather pants, but every other time I’ve seen you, you wore a hoodie and basketball shorts.”

“That’s not fair: you always see me after practice! I can't squeeze into these pants while I’m still sweaty.”

“Well, I’m very appreciative of your sacrifice.” You wait until he’s looking at you to pointedly eye up his thick thighs, practically seran-wrapped in black fabric. “Very appreciative.”

“Bunny’s secretly a pervert,” he accused, “God, I’m not a slab of meat.”

“Really?”

He finally broke, laughing so hard he hit the rumble strips and had to swerve back into the lane. “You’re such a little shit! You’re lucky it makes you lovable instead of annoying.”

“You three practically snap me in half every time I see you: I’m allowed some eye candy!”

“I’ll be your eye candy,” he promised, and flicked open another button on his shirt. “Boom.”

“Whoa, now,”

“Too hot?”

“I nearly creamed.”

“I hate you,” he wheezed, shoving the gearshift into park. “Get the fuck out of my car.”

“Rudeness!”

His hand snatched yours when you reached for the door. “Wait, I wasn’t serious!”

“I’m getting out!”

“No, wait for me!”

“I’m getting out, and I’m telling Sam you let me open my own door!”

“No, he’ll kill me!”

“Good!” Despite the snap, you can’t pry the smile off your face and you find yourself staying perfectly still in your seat as Punz races around the hood again. “Oh, Merci,” you chirped, taking his offered hand as you stepped out.

“De nada, my little bunny."

His arm laid across your shoulders again like you were boyfriend-girlfriend on an average date. He even reached out to open the door for you as you walked into the mall. But you weren't boyfriend-girlfriend, you were a puck bunny brat. "Every time I think you're kinda sweet, you call me that."

"It's a talent of mine: making an ass of myself. Where do you wanna look first?"

“I usually go to Salvation Army.”

Punz started walking towards the Aeropostale, dragging you along with. “I’m offended you think I’d offer to take you shopping and take you to Salvation Army.”

You started struggling, grabbing a fistful of his shirt to try and curb him. Your heels tried to find purchase on the tile, but he slid you across the floor like dragging a sled. “I’m a college student! And so are you, for that! I’m not letting you spend your food cash for the week on clothes for me- Jesus Christ, how are you this strong?!”

He stopped, but it had nothing to do with your attempts. He spun you in his arms as if you were nothing more than a doll to him, something he could carry with him and arrange however he wanted. The thought made you feel equal parts small and bratty, but his hands on your hips made you bite your tongue as he held you close. His eyes were stern, a slight tremble in his features betraying his nerves.

“Alright, I’m gonna tell you something, and I don’t want you to freak out.”

Oh, you were totally going to freak out.

“I didn’t want to say this so soon because it totally changes how people think of me, but you’re clearly going to fight me on this, so here it is.” He took a deep breath, eyes screwed shut in a wince. “I’m a trust fund kid. My parents are loaded.”

It didn’t click at first. Not until you blinked. “... oh my god?”

He nodded solemnly. “I know.”

It was a shock, the same way any new information about someone you knew was a shock: mild brain buffer as your mental file was updated. Other than that, though… You couldn’t seem to care. Other than, of course, another chance to mouth off. “Oh my god,” you performed, shaking his shoulders. “Eat the rich, Punz!”

“I’m not into butt stuff,”

“I hate you,” you lied, trying to push away. “I hate you and your gated mansion community-”

“I live in the frat house, it’s practically a homeless shelter.”

“You and your diamond studded underwear-”

“Where are you getting your information on rich people: Richie Rich?”

“You’re an old rich guy, too!” You gasped, clapping your hands on either of his cheeks. He gave a minor wince from the impact, but it was swept away just as quickly by rapt attention as you pressed your forehead to his. “Am I a sugar baby?”

“Well, you haven’t actually let me buy you anything yet-”

“Wrong answer.”

He shook his head between your hands, essentially making you slap him repeatedly. “No, bunny, you’re not a sugar baby, not in the slightest. Now, can I buy you more clothes than you can ever wear?”

Your gaze narrowed, but it probably wasn’t as intimidating as you hoped when you had to cross your eyes to look at him. “You swear your wallet won’t feel it?”

“May lightning strike me down.”

It took a moment, but with not even a rumble of thunder, you supposed you had to believe him. “Alright,” you conceded, “but we’re going somewhere that actually carries my size.”

<3E>

“I’ve never been in a Torrid,” Punz admits to you as you walk in.

“Really? You don’t lurk in the lingerie section hunting for big women?”

“There’s a lingerie section?” He’s too excited at the prospect to entertain your sass, but evidently not too excited to take the pants you were looking at right out of your hands. “You’ll have to try everything on for me. Even though I’m adamantly opposed to anything that covers your legs.”

You tried to take them back and he casually moved out of reach, adding a blazer to his haul. “Just because I’m built like an elephant seal doesn’t mean I’m actually insulated-”

“Hey-” You jump at the sudden appearance of a sales associate, a beautiful woman with an undercut and dangly earrings, and flush at the reminder that you were in public. She points an empty hanger at you sternly. “We don’t do self deprecation in here.” The hanger tip shifted over to Punz. “Are you not telling her how beautiful she is enough?”

You can feel your face turning purple as Punz claims, "I can't: I need to eat and sleep sometimes," and starts plucking one of everything off the racks without bothering to check sizes.

"Wha- Punz! Stop that! I don't need-"

"What you need is to let me love you!"

Undercut woman has a giant grin as she turns to walk away. "I'll get a dressing room open for you. Name for the door?"

"I don't need-"

If Punz wasn't trying to smother you in twisted affection, you might've started to get pissed off at the way he interrupted you again. "Bunny!"

"You're gonna get a foot up your ass in a minute here!"

"She don't bite," he insists, wrapping a thick arm around your neck to yank you against him. He starts pressing fat kisses to your hair, the kind where he just puckers his lips ridiculously and smacks them against you. The first few are gross. The next annoying. Then he starts cooing about she's just a sweet little thing and your attitude crumbles like a wall, entire body melting against him like a stray that's finally caving into affection.

You can feel his lips curl into a wide grin against your head, but you can't make yourself rebuild that wall when he's nosing your hair away from your ear so he can whisper, "are we done being a brat, baby?"

“...yeah,”

His finger crooked under your chin, gently lifting your lips to his for a soft kiss. “Yeah? My sweet girl’s gonna let me dress her up?”

My girl.

You stole another kiss, dropping one on Punz’s jaw as you pulled away for good measure. “At least grab the right size, you big lug.”

You may as well have promised him a puppy. His grin stretched wide across his face, bottom lip pulled between his teeth before he ducked his head, hiding from you. He nuzzled into your neck, puckering his lips so they just barely grazed your jugular, feeling your pulse race. “Yay,” he murmured, arm around your shoulders sliding down your back until he could grip your soft waist. “Because as hot as you look in this dress, I don’t approve of how the leggings hide away our tummy.”

“You mean my tummy?”

“I’m filing for joint custody. You don’t appreciate her enough.”

“I appreciate her just fine. It- fuck me, now I’m doing it! Give me something to put on!”

He cackled, tugging your collar aside to check the tag and leaving you to rifle through the racks. “I’m gonna build you some outfits,” he promised, flicking through some camisoles to add to his armful. “And I wanna see every single one.”

“I thought you wanted to make it to dinner at some point.”

He found one in your size and handed you the completed stack. “Then you’d better run that cute ass into a stall for me. Ooh, swimsuit sale!”

You huffed and rolled your eyes all the way to the back of the store and all the way into the dressing room until the door was shut behind you. You only allowed yourself the time it took to strip and redress to think about how warm you felt inside. How nice it felt to have someone who wanted to drape you in silks and pouted when you made him settle for overpriced plus-size fashion. Someone who was ready to watch you try on one of everything, knowing full well how long it’d take.

You settled the blazer over your shoulders and turned to the mirror, lips pressing together.

By no means were you ashamed of your body… but you leaned more towards ‘screw the world I don’t owe it to you to fit your beauty standards’ and less towards ‘I’m fat and fuckable.’

The flared pants sat just too low to tuck away your muffin top. No matter how you tugged on the camisole, it couldn’t cover that inch of skin- unless you wanted to walk around with your bra out.

“Shoppin’ for my baby!” Your gaze snapped to the door, hearing the rhythmic shuffle of feet. “Shoppin’ for my bunny!” You slapped a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing- if he heard you, he might stop singing. “Shop ‘til you drop! Bop-bop-bop! Gonna get a crop- top! Yeah, I could’a been a rapper. Fuckin’ missed my calling.”

“You so did,” you called out, threading the buttons on your blazer as you bumped the door open. “What would your rapper name be?”

“Lil’ Pucky,” he called back without hesitation as he turned. Blood rushed through your ears as his jaw dropped open, eyes cruising up and down your form so intensely you worried you’d forgotten to put clothes on at all. “Hello, bunny.”

“Hi,” you giggled. You gave a twirl and laughed when a swoon of “oh, ass,” passed his lips. “You like?”

“I love.” He groped for your waist, pulling you into his chest until you could feel his heartbeat through your right tit. “I changed my mind: you can wear pants, but only these.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yup.”

“These are better than the leggings?”

“Leggings are too tight. Anything that delays me from getting in your guts for more than six seconds is going in the bonfire.”

Your hand came down on his shoulder and he pretended it hurt, stumbling into one of the plush chairs. “That’s why you wanted to take me shopping! You figure if you buy me enough, you can get rid of everything you don’t like!”

He couldn’t even pretend to feel guilty, a grin wider than a fucking canyon stretching across his face. “It’s gonna be short dresses and tight pants if I have my way.”

“And what makes you think you’ll get your way?”

He held out his hand, a silky two-piece bathing suit with a halter strap top and a skirt layered with frills dangling from his fingers. “Because I found this in your size-” his other hand revealed a mesh shopping bag half full, “and enough panties for Sam to steal as many as he wants.”

You accepted the swimsuit to try on, but gave an apologetic smile. “I’m very picky about my underwear: I don’t want you to be upset if I don’t wear what you pick out for me, okay?”

“Don’t worry, I’m working off a reference.”

There’s two beats where you process his words before you’re beating him with the swimsuit. “You’re the one who ended up with my panties?!”

Punz didn’t even move to block your hits, hand coming up to lay over his heart. “I pledge my allegiance every morning, first thing.”

“Where did you hang them?!”

<3E>

“I can carry something, you know.”

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.” Punz piled the bags all onto one arm as if he took your offer as a personal offense to his strength and very manhood, looping the other around your waist. “Taking a fine lady out and making her carry her own bags- who do you think I am?”

You’re getting used to his dramatics: you barely acknowledge him as a stall catches your eye. “Ooh, boba!”

His arm doesn’t budge around you, but it doesn’t keep you in place like you’ve experienced before. Your path shifts towards the drink shop and his elbow pulls straight for barely a second before he shifts right with you, letting you lead him wherever you desired. “That milky stuff with the gross balls?”

“Yes, but no.” There’s laminated menus on the tables so you pick one up and scan the flavors. “You’re thinking milk tea with tapioca pearls. I get fruity tea with popping pearls.”

“You’re really cute, but I don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I’m gonna blow your mind right now.” You slipped your card out of your purse as you walked up to the counter to make sure Punz knew you were buying this time. “Hi, can I get a large strawberry fruit tea with green apple pearls?”

He barely gets out the total and asks for a name for the order before Punz slaps his card on the machine from the side. "'Punz': exactly how it sounds, but with a 'Z'."

"I was gonna pay for it, asshole!" The only response you get from him is his signature on the pad- which is nothing more than a colon and a 'P'. You stuck your tongue out right back, skipping out of reach to snatch up a straw from the pick-up counter. "You're gonna let your guard down sooner or later."

"You make it sound like you're gonna kill me." You drag the straw across your throat. "Wow," he snorted, pecking the tip of your nose, "total savage."

“I know. I’m totawy scawy.”

“Fwightening.”

“You’re a dork,” you informed him with a huff of laughter, stabbing your drink as soon as it arrived. “Poison check,” you claimed, taking the first sip. You skewered a pearl for him before handing it over. “Alright, taste that thang.”

You waited eagerly as the straw passed his soft lips, on the edge of your nonexistent seat as he took his first sip.

He shrugged. “Yeah, it’s alright.”

You rescued your drink before smacking his arm. “No taste!”

“It’s about as good as fruit can get, but it still tastes like fruit. Give me a burger any day.”

“I’ve never met such a dumb man,” you huffed, sipping for yourself.… Okay, so it had too much ice, but it was still delicious!

“Liar,” Punz accused as you started your walk again. “You’ve met Sapnap.”

You bumped into him with purpose. “Yeah, but it’s cute on him.”

“Ouch, you’re really wounding my pride there, bunny,” he drawled, making sure his sarcasm seeped through every word. “As if I could be jealous of Sappy.”

You could feel your lips curling into an evil grin around your fat straw before the thought of what to say even formed. “I don’t know: he’s cute, and strong, and a gentleman, and he’s great with his tongue-”

“Alright, you’re pushing it!” A cry left your lips as he snatched your cheek, pinching only hard enough to pull it around a bit. “Talking about another freaking guy this much, even if he is my teammate-”

“Leggo uh meee!”

He gave another yank before releasing you with a huff. “Such a little brat…”

His tone changed. It was slight, but there was a definite change- enough to make you stop and backtrack. Did you push too far? Was he actually insecure and being compared to Sapnap was a jab in the gut? Or maybe he was just getting sick of your attitude when he was treating you like a princess.

“I’m sorry.” Punz let out a small noise from the back of his throat that you took as prompting to continue. “I don’t know why I even said that, but I’ll try not to be such a- such a brat.”

“It’s okay,”

“It’s not-”

“Why are you upset?” He turned to look at you properly, pulling you to a stop once he saw your expression.

You huffed, frustrated that you had to say it out loud, but more frustrated at yourself. “Because you’re wonderful to me-” His hand came up to your cheek, warm and soft, and suddenly your eyes were clouding up. “And you don’t deserve all the snapping I do-” There’s a lump growing in your throat. “And I don’t even know why I say that kind of shit because I’m having a great time with you-”

“Oh, honey bunny.” You caught a glimpse of his handsome face twisted into concern before he was pulling you into a nook for some semblance of privacy, setting your bags on the floor before hauling you tight against his chest. “Oh, you’ve really worked yourself up over this, huh?” You know it’s not really a question, but you find you’re nodding into his shoulder anyway. You don’t even feel like you’re crying: there are tears streaming out of your eyes, but that’s it. Almost like someone’s left the faucet on and forgot about it.

Punz’s lips press firmly against your head, hands rubbing circles against the tense muscles in your back, like he was trying to find the button that would make it all better. “Can I tell you something, bunny?” His lips briefly twitch into a tiny smile when you nod mindlessly against his shirt. “I know you’re having a good time. And I am, too. And I know you just like chatting shit. Makes you feel strong, huh? Like you’re big and in charge?” You didn’t even realize it before he put it into words, but he was exactly right, earning another nod. “And you wanna know something else?

“I like chatting shit, too.” You pull back as you realize the tears have stopped, and he only lets you go a few inches before he’s holding you still with warm hands on your waist. “The boys told me all about your drive before our movie night. You know how Sammy threw his little tantrum over your seatbelt?” His choice of words pulls a throaty laugh from you that makes him grin. “We all want different things when we’re with you, bunny. Sam wants to make sure you’re taken care of, so when you brat, he’s gonna nod and take it until you run out of steam and ask him nicely, then he’ll give you anything you want.

“But I kinda like to fight, bunny. Nothing mean, but when you poke me, I wanna poke back. I think it’s fun just like you do, and I think we could have a good time pushing each other to the limit to see who gives.” His lips twitched. “Now, Sappy: I think that boy just wants to die under a big woman, so you gotta watch out for him, make sure he’s still breathing when you sit on him-”

You try to smother your laughter because this is serious, but then you’re imagining a headline that says, ‘Local Man Attempts Suicide By Pussy,’ and you break into manic giggles that send you right back into Punz’s chest as he laughs with you. His hand rubbed up and down your back, slow and soft, melting your form against his.

You turned your head once the giggles calmed down, taking a deep breath of his cologne while you listened to his heart. “I still feel bad,” you admitted. “Like I pushed too far.”

“I promise you didn’t, baby.” The speed of his answer makes you melt just a bit more. “I get being worried about it, though, because I do, too…” He hummed as he thought. “Sappy said you guys decided on a safe word?”

You nodded against him. “Pineapple,”

“Pineapple. Okay, so how about we both promise that if the other crosses a line, we say ‘pineapple.’ Then we know it’s an actual ‘no’ and not just more playing. How’s that sound?” You give another nod that he returns with a squeeze. “You want me to take you home, baby?” You’re shaking your head without a second thought, pressing yourself deeper against him. You get another squeeze in response, a silent, ‘I won’t leave you.’ “You wanna get some dinner?”

You forced yourself to pull away, his fingertips trailing over your body as long as they can until they hook onto yours. You beamed at him. “That sounds really nice, old man.”

Punz laughed. “Let’s go, then, brat.”

#angymouse #puckbunny #punnysqueaks #minors dni #mcyt smut

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i really want to know what Dr benzedrine's reaction is to seeing funsandkid love fighting (assuming that they do that because I haven't read all of ur funsandkid posts yet)

Yeah funsandkid totally fights but its more for fun and just adrenaline versus the usual funkobra fighting for pent up whatever for sanity etc. The three of them are their own little fight club idk if I'll ever get to writing anything about it but they'd try keeping it secret from Benz because. Doctor and sorta leader of the suitehearts they all think he'd be pissed bc they're unnecessarily hurting eacother or whatever even though they never go too far its just scrapes and bruises at the end of the day and an occasional black eye or split lip or something. Very rarely do they get seriously hurt aside from ghoul accidentally breaking kobras nose once. I also think benz wouldn't like kobra that much like hed be thick as theives with jet star i bet bc they have a medic/tired mom kind of bond. Anyway i think kobra gets sandman into racing and benz doesnt like kobra for that bc it means. I mean hes like its a hobby cool sandman needs more hobbies. He just doesn't like it bc its kobra and bc sandmans away from base more often its just best freind jealousy yknow hed used to fighting alongside sandman and them being super close but now kobra and ghoul are getting all the attention. But eventually like kobra and ghoul are around all the time and eventually hes just indifferent hes used to their bullshit he dosnt hate kobra hes just annoyed by him at worst. When he learns they like to fight eachother he isnt pissed like they think like he gives them a lecture but ultimately his reaction is just like. A heavy sigh and a "fine" yknow. Like i said hes used to their shit and hes not happy that theyre beating eachother up but he can see they clearly have like a system about it and make sure bot to go too far and take care of eachothers wounds if theres any so hes like as long as you dont waste our medical supplies i dont give a shit just dont concuss eachother.

BUT. If its the Dr Frankenstein Dr Benzedrine and frankenghoul thing im building, he would have a muchh different reaction because if ghouls his creation hed have a love hate relationship with it like any like parent and their kid hed hate that ghoul maybe didn't turn out exactly how he wanted like not being like him or hed hate that ghoul hates him because ghoul Would hate him, he'd have a sense of loyalty to benz and feel like he owes him it but also hed hate benz for like. Dude you literally made me alive but you wont let me like go be a person or do half these things fuck you. Because yeah benz is super protective of him. In this case ghoul would have a ton of pent up anger and sandman would be sympathetic with his needs to like fucking live and would sneak him out to have fun behind benz back and then theyd meet kobra and in this case if benz found them sneaking off to party or whatever, let alone fighting eachother for fun, hed freak the fuck out cause hes so protective of ghoul and hed yell abt them putting it in danger and risking ghouls health and shit becaue like. He made ghoul and hes scared ghoul could be unmade basically. Hes scared bc hes a crazy mad scienist and grafted different peoples body parts together or whatever and hes scared of ghoul literally falling apart at the seams but like ghouls tougher than benz thinks he is and maybe he'll see that eventually, but at the moment hed be pissed at them all and hed like try to keep ghoul and sandman separated and hed ban them from seeing kobra, which yknow it just makes them all hate him more rip and totally leads to ghoul fucking running away and joining the fab four and sandman probably fucking off to stick with his boyfriends and it totally makes the crews have a rivalry and shit until they all talk it out and forgive eachother, to their extents

#funsandkid #benzedrine's monster

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silverasks · 11 months ago

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earthspark season 2 episode 2 thoughts spoilers ahead

Nightshade can just turn their head all the way around AND I LOVE IT YES MORE BIRD DETAILS I LOVE BIRDS OF PREY SO MUCH

thrash references a horror movie trope, who let him watch horror movies bc I KNOW it wasn’t Alex or Dot

moe first accused the emberstone of being something out of a horror movie and yet good things happened because of it, maybe now she associates horror movie tropes with good things or the emberstone

this doesn’t feel very connected to season 1, it feels like a separate series using the same characters, idk maybe it’s just the time skip messing me up, wish we could’ve seen more Terran-Malto bonding time in the earlier days

are they going to find the weapon starscream referenced in Last episode, feels a lot early for that

animation feels cheaper, but it has been a hot second sense I’ve watched season 1

no one’s really taking the literal children’s near death experiences very seriously, last season dot was so anxious about it but last episode Robbie got pretty close to falling to his death and she doesn’t bat an eye, makes me wonder how she’ll react to how close moe has come to falling to her death or being impaled multiple times

THAT LOOKS LIKE A QUINTISON! RUN! PLEASE! NONONONONO

THE E G G

ORB

oh who is that, think I saw them in the trailer somewhere

Part of the quintis-Wha now, can’t understand it so matter how many times I replay it

just leaves them there

popsicles In the shape of a boot…. Certainly interesting

ok parents actually care again ig

OH! They followed them home, how……..creepy? Idk

offers food doesn’t take it proceeds to trap them in the barn, you know the place where the Terrans hang out, you don’t think someone who hangs out there all the time might see, like idk NIGHTSHADE

OH MY GODS I CALLED IT ITS A QUINTISON I FUCKING CALLED IT

a QUINTISON EXACUTIONER I-I-I knew it would be bad

also I liked the theory that quintisons would show up in season 2 but now that it’s actually happening I don’t like it very much

oh look it’s your sibling species go make friends

ITS CORN a big lump with knobs it has the juice it has the juice can’t imagine a more beautiful thing

where’s mr fluffy ears? Did shockwave steal em

thought for sure this guy was going to be a manipulative mentor figure but nope there just a serial killer

thrash has heelys, why not

THEY RUN ON ALL FOURS OH MY GODS IM STARTING TO LOVE THEM A LITTLE

oh so when ROBBIE throws his life on the line it’s mostly fine but when moe does it suddenly that requires a lecture ok I see how it is

she just gets YOINKED

where are the outher Terrans only saw twitch for a bit

wsit just remembered there on patrol

gegory, what the f*** are you doing. HOW DID YOU GET UP THERE!

au idea: when moe has her cybersuit on she’s recognized as a quintison youngling and gets adopted by the executioner

meme idea from au: exacutioner, pointing to moe: what is with this sassy lost child

ok but quintis literally did abandon you, would have sent a dream or something if he didn’t

please tell me dude can’t regen like a planarian flatworms

#earthspark spoilers #earthspark season 2

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bramblewatchescharmed · 10 months ago

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Getting real tired of Charmed (2018) fans dismissing / downplaying Charmed (1998) fans saying the reboot was bad bc of its lead actresses being WOC and / or the reboot being in-your-face "woke".

Nah, that is not why most fans of the original series dislike the reboot.

Back when the show was still in pre-production, the reboot cast were personally insulting the original series' actresses and fanbase.

For all the reboot's cast and crew bragged about their show being Latina representation, that wasn't actually the case.

The reboot is blatantly an in-name-only cash grab that wanted to ride on the coattails of the original series' name and fanbase without actually putting in any work.

For months the reboot's showrunners went back and forth on if they were going to homage the original series at all. In the actual series, Melinda Warren is only brought up in the Veras' BOS as an Easter Egg for audiences; as far as the rest of the show is concerned, the Warren line of witches and the Halliwell Charmed Ones don't exist... until season four at the very last second does the multiverse reveal. (Friendly reminder that this was after the reboot had outright dismissed or downplayed the original series for years.)

In 2020, Sarah Jeffrey made personal ad-hominem attacks on Rose McGowan and Holly Marie Combs for an Instagram fan Q&A vid they'd made where they discussed Charmed (1998) being taken off Netflix while the 2018 reboot was still up. Nobody involved in the reboot was named or tagged, and Sarah was shown the vid by a reboot fan. She immediately pulled the race card in order to deflect from genuine criticism of her show (and also ironically proved Holly's point about ageism in the TV/film industry).

The reboot cast repeatedly ignored Holly giving them advice on how to stick together and negotiate for their rights, with Holly explicitly stating that division between them was something The CW was counting on.

This show tackles social justice issues with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer and in a way that grinds the plot to a complete halt while the viewer (and other characters) are lectured at. The dialogue also comes across as very "SJW" Tumblr circa 2015; nobody talks the way these characters do in real life. (It's also clear that the writers have not actually been on a college campus in years, because gods was all of the dialogue with Maggie's sorority cringeworthy.)

This is the reboot that branded itself as "tearing down the patriarchy" and "feminist"... while having the male English Whitelighter kidnap the three Latina witches in the pilot to lecture at them about their powers and destiny, without whom they would have died when facing their first upper-level demon at the end of the pilot, and without whom they literally cannot do shit unless he's there holding their hands. And for a show whose tagline was "tearing down the patriarchy", the vast majority of antagonists during the reboot were other women.

Seriously, somebody explain to me how that crap is "more feminist" than the original series having the Halliwells discover their destiny & powers on their own, vanquish their first warlock on their own, and primarily rely on their family's Book of Shadows (their Whitelighter didn't show up until the third episode and he was undercover as a handyman for half of the season). Season 1 of Charmed (1998) had the Halliwells figuring shit out on their own or relying on their ancestors (powerful women) to help vanquish the demon of the week.

Constance M. Burge (creator of the original 1998 series) is only given a writing credit in the pilot ep of the reboot because of legal reasons. The second draft of the pilot's script, dated 27. February 2018 does not list Constance M. Burge at all. Literally everything about the reboot's development credits Jennie Snyder Urman (along with Jessica O'Toole and Amy Rardin). Burge did not have any involvement with the reboot whatsoever.

The reboot aired its pilot 14. October 2018, one week and twenty years after the airdate of the 1998 series' pilot "Something Wicca This Way Comes" on 7. October 1998. That had to be intentional, considering this was during the original series' 20th anniversary and instead of a proper celebration the fandom got... this.

After the reboot aired its finale in 2022, reboot fandom got pissy with a writer for the original 1998 series expressing his opinion via Twitter on the finale as a finale and stating facts about how from Day One the reboot never respected the original series & its cast/fandom. He also clarified that he was talking about fictional characters and not real people when the official reboot account called him and everyone else who worked on the original series an asshole, and he took them to task for it. (Hilariously, I would never have known about his comments if not for the reboot fandom pitching a hissy fit over them.)

After the reboot was cancelled, Sarah Jeffery suddenly changed her tune and said they were totally willing to work with the actresses from the original series. 1) That is not the impression she gave while the reboot was airing. 2) She really said this when she knew damn well there was public record of her and her fellow cast mates attacking the original cast. Bye, girl, we know you never invited them and they weren’t going to play.

Getting out of the behind-the-scenes drama and addressing the reboot on its own, it's simply a badly written, badly acted, and poorly lit show. It looks and feels cheap. The reboot feels like it's an OC-centric AU fanfiction written by someone only passingly familiar with the original series and who spent five minutes browsing the social justice side of Tumblr circa 2016. Its special effects are worse than those of the original show, which premiered in 1998. (Also, that's not orbing. That's Apparation from the Harry Potter movies.)

Madeline Mantock as Macy Vaughn and Rupert Evans as Harry Greenwood carried the whole show on their backs, and it shows. Those two are easily the best actors out of the main cast. Watching Sarah Jeffery as Maggie, it feels like she's still acting on the level of being in a Disney Channel Original Movie (she was in the Descendants movies at the same time) or a DTV movie (Daphne & Velma). Melonie Diaz as Melanie Vera is the weakest actress (and until the introduction of Poppy Drayton as Abigael Jameson-Caine in season 2, was given the worst lines).

For all this show bragged about it being Latina representation, the Veras are written as such basic white girls that they could easily have been played by white actresses (Maggie and Macy could have been biracial) and nothing would have really changed.

Hell, originally, they were written as white girls with the names of Macy, Mel, and Madison Pruitt -- an English last name -- and ethnicity was not specified for the casting call.

It wasn't until Melonie Diaz was cast as Mel that the reboot changed the sisters' last names to Vera and began leaning into the idea of a Latina cast.

Even after Diaz was cast, the girls were all going to be half-sisters with different fathers: one white, one Latino, one Black. "The varied ethnicity of the sisterly trio — white, Latina and African-American — also gives the reboot more currency, Urman said. The women have the same mother but different fathers." (This was the case until a good while into production, when they had already shot several episodes for season one.)

The only hint of their Puerto Rican heritage in season 1 was Mel having a Puerto Rican flag in her bedroom + Maggie making coquito during Christmas. And either Maggie or Mel (I forget which, probably Maggie) correcting Lucy on "You know we're Puerto Rican, not Mexican, right?" when Lucy wants Maggie for a sorority Tex-Mex themed event. I wouldn't know it without that explicit line from Maggie two episodes from the season finale, because these girls being of Puerto Rican descent never comes up as a major part of their identities.

Macy gets a subplot featuring Haitian Yoruba, but Yoruba is a West African religion with heavy diaspora.

Brujería doesn't show up until the third season of a four season show, and then their transfem Puerto Rican second cousin is completely forgotten about the second she exits the plot to go back home.

The writers for this show admitted on Twitter (X, I guess) that they flat-out didn't care about maintaining continuity. Each season had the show undergo a retool, so as a result it never found its own footing. That's on top of three showrunner changes over the course of its four seasons (seasons 2 - 3 had the same showrunner team), who all tried to outdo each other when it came to retconning what had been established in previous seasons.

(You're also fully aware of how The WB/CW treated the original series, right? And that its poor marketing for the 2018 reboot is nothing new for this franchise, right? Y'all are aware that The CW did very little to actually promote the reboot and let its Internet fandom do most of the work for the network by generating publicity via attacking the original series, right?)

Sorry, reboot stans, but there is a lot to find terrible about this show, and it has nothing to do with the main trio not being white and the series (clumsily) tackling social justice issues.

Allison Pregler managed to cover the entirety of the original Charmed series (all 8 seasons, however campy it got during the Paige years, plus the comics), several So Bad It's Good B-movies, and Baywatch. She gave up on her podcast reviewing the Charmed reboot before the show finished its third season, because the writing for this show was that terrible.

That should tell you something, if nothing else does.

People who hate the reboot solely because the leads aren't white and Mel is a lesbian into social justice are:

already racist assholes

fucking idiots looking for something to rage about

End of discussion.

And no, I do not accept criticism.

#Charmed 2018 #charmed reboot fandom salt #charmed fandom salt

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can i just first say this is sincerely one of the best things thats ever happened to me in my time on this app 🤣 tysm for this, i was hoping an actual engineer and/or physicist would find this post and im so enthralled rn

I am coming in here as a Professional Engineer who works with fluid flow all day and won't be distracted by imagining Gojo's girthy, throbbing member pulsing inside me as I feel his warm... What was I saying?

i literally screamed at this lmfao thx for matching the humor in ur peer review i cld cry

I DIDNT EVEN REALIZE UNTIL RN THAT L ISNT SUPPOSED TO BE LENGTH OF VAGINAL CANAL ITS JUST SUPPOSED TO BE FROM HIS URETHRA omg i gasped. i feel like how i used to feel leaving lecture halls in college thinking i slayed tf outta my physics exams n then the score comes back 44%🧍🏻‍♀️🤣 also tyvm for drawing over my diagram i am so greatly honored by this

omggg p1 is also supposed to be pressure at urethra n not vaginal entrance bc thats where the fluid is cumming from🧍🏻‍♀️………..this is why i stuck to bio LMAO im so humbled rn 🤣🤣 also godbless articles w the value in the title 🙇🏻‍♀️

engineer reblog op, are u insinuating that gojo uses his infinity to block cervix bruising action LMFAOOO 🤣🤣 i seriously can’t w this rn (also thats a pretty dope form of birth control)

i’m a little lost on the explanation regarding his intrusion of the vagina canal 🤔 i had to draw it to understand i think this is what you mean:

i just tried to look up what a laplace transform is n saw the integral n felt like crying🧍🏻‍♀️but i was curious ab it n why you said it’s applicable here and hmm are u referring to how gojo’s infinity does not act as an actual physical barrier as gege has stated in jjk, therefore there is no true “length” we can approximate here if he uses his infinity? i notice in this article that explains how there is this Se^-a0t aspect:

(i havent taken calculus in over four yrs if im so wrong ab this pls excuse me lmaooo) but is this part of the equation related to t (as some variable in a function based on the context?) as it approaches infinity (aka in this case his thrusts as he approaches his infinity barrier within this vagina canal)? idk what the actual correct variable is to assign for t haha or if that’s even something to assign here

but in the case mentioned in that article with t approaching infinity, plugging that in would look like this i believe:

and then graphed:

again i’ve absolutely no fucking clue if any of this is right 🤣 BUT IF THIS IS WHAT YOU MEANT FOR USE OF THAT LAPLACE TRANSFORM THING THEN…….😨 i am so mind boggled by this. beyond simple use of infinity to restrict impregnation/cervical injury within the vaginal canal, i am so intrigued by the math behind his infinity technique in general!!! i also wonder, he mentions that people get slower as they get closer to him, might that imply the y-axis is some unit of distance? since as x approaches infinity and y approaches this bound value dashed line (lol i think there’s a name for it i cant remember rn tho) the values of y become increasingly smaller which would match what gojo stated 🤔 again i’m so fearful i’m talkin out my ass rn i feel so vulnerable 🤣 i was a bio/biochem major so i didn’t take much maths/physics but i’m very intrigued by this rn. also dont know if this is what u were referring to in the first place either lmao

Tragically, this leaves a whole 1.25" of your sex un-railed, but you'll live in the modern sense and die in the Victorian Poetry sense.

I CANT BELIEVE I GET TO READ THIS REBLOG FOR FREE LMFAO

also you’re tellin me the ideal lovemaking bpm matches the ideal bpm for cpr? 😭 so i can save someone’s life to “stayin alive” by the bee gees but i can also rock someone’s world to it too?

haha 5% as in for significance? (im so haunted by p values thats all that came to mind) BUT OK IM ALL ONBOARD W NEGLECTING STUFF

ouuu thank u for bringing up the linear speed to cross sectional area stuff i was rly confused ab that haha but also i think the reason i turned it into volume was i just made the wild assumption that it takes him one minute to cum 🤣 so mls per min -> how much he cums but thats a stretch n also doesn’t make much sense biologically either for a lot of reasons lol

YAAAAY OUR WOMBS ARE COMPLIANT WITH OHIO STATE ENGINEERING STANDARDS 👏🏼 GIVE IT UP FOR MOTHER NATURE

ok this is way too fucking long, i just wanted to dump my thoughts, pls do not feel as though u need to respond to this, dear engineer reblog op. you’ve made my entire week regardless.

also, to answer quinny’s question here

@quinnyundertow

i think possibly “putputput” is most correct.

ALR PEACE OUT ✌🏼

- ellie professionalgojobrainrotloser42069

what is the flow rate of gojo’s sperm? 🤔

�� 😈 😈 ALRIGHT LET’S FIND OUT

shoutout to m00tie @quinnyundertow since u said there's nothing that turns you on more than hearing how mobile a man's flagella are. this one's for you bb.

alright, first off, because his cum is confirmed to be both incompressible fluid as well as move with laminar flow, these attributes satisfy the conditions of pouiseulle’s law:

i had to do a little bit of research to determine if it was laminar or turbulent flow, and apparently sperm travels with both stokes & laminar flow, which is pretty interesting, and also moves in a sinusoidal propagating wave, likely due to the movements/shape of the flagella

note: microscopic sperm travel & ejaculate fluid travel are two very different things, but i can’t solve for anything microscopic here so we’re just gonna go for the ejaculate fluid only

anyways, to use pouiseulle’s law, let’s first determine our variables, and make sure we get the units right as well! always draw a diagram w all the variables:

now, let’s identify the variables:

1. radius (r) of tube -> this refers to the pipe/tube, therefore in this case, the vaginal canal. now since gojo has decided to creampie, we can assume that the radius of the vaginal canal will be equivalent to the radius of his girth as he is stretching you out. gege told me the diameter of his big fat schlong is approximately 3 inch girth, therefore the radius = 3/2 = 1.5 inches

2. ΔP refers to change in pressure gradient, in this case i’ve decided to have P1 as pressure at vaginal canal opening, and P2 as pressure at the end where the cervix is. therefore, ΔP = (P1 - P2) for the equation. i know you’ve got that gorilla grip coochie, esp when the world’s strongest sorcerer is fuckin you SENSELESS, but all things considered this is a very difficult parameter to measure, therefore i found this article to help out with this:

we’re going to assume “contraction pressure” (at the vaginal canal opening) is P1, due to gojo’s intrusion. and we’re going to assume “pressure at rest” is P2 at the end near the cervix (he’s pulled out a lil bit ok this makes things easier for me)

kPa are the units that we want for ΔP in this case, therefore it’s a simple calculation:

ΔP = P1 - P2 = 41.8 kPa - 26.8 kPa = 15 kPa

3. the last variable we need to account for here is L, which is the length of the PIPE HE’S LAYIN INSIDE OF YOU (jk it’s just length of ur coochie). now, i imagine this man is a generous lover, and he’s alr made you cum a few before he stuck it inside, so with arousal, the vaginal canal length has likely increased to about 5 inches (moreso 4.75in based on avg values in research but he stretched you in even more during the sexing!!) therefore L = 5 in

4. the other two values are just constants:

π = pi 3.1415 (imma just use pi function in calc)

η = this is viscosity of a fluid. based on this research article, the viscosity of human semen is approximately 9.35 cps. we want these units in kPa•s (remember that your units need to match the units of the other variables), so we need to use density of sperm (1.043 g/ml) to convert the factor (i just used chatgpt lol) but the conversion factor is pretty similar therefore we will just plug in something close to 9.35 kPa•s (true value is a little smaller)

ALRIGHT WONDERFUL! WE HAVE DETERMINED ALL OF OUR VARIABLES :) NOW WE JUST NEED TO PLUG IT INTO OUR EQUATION/DIAGRAM:

*note: mind the units! (shown in blue) there are lots of variations on how flow rate can be shown w the units, so u wanna be careful that they match

YAAAAY!! so the flow rate (Q) of gojo’s cum is approximately 0.63787 in^3/sec ☺️💕

use a quick converter online, and we can make it into liters per minute -> 0.02214 l/min. convert this to milliliters -> 22.14 mls

which means that, in one of gojo’s average cumshots, he cums 22.14 mls of ejaculate !!! :0 sheesh that’s a lot!!

but how does this value compare to other men? research varies, but on average, men ejaculate between 1-10mls per orgasm, therefore the world’s strongest sorcerer cums more than TWICE the worldwide average!!

and one final calculation shows us that when he finishes, it’s at about 0.369 mls per second :) that's fuckin fast!!!

thank you for cumming to my ted talk!! byee

alr ellie out ✌🏼😖 (i have sm brainrot)

#can i put this post on my resume #although i made many errors #i wld still like to brag that an actual engineer cranked the numbers #thank god i at least used the right equation? LOL #i think baha #that’s always half the battle #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #physics

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oflgtfol · 4 years ago

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i cant wait for this semester to be over im begging on my hands and knees to god can i please just black out and wake up and its next weekend. i cant fucking take this anymore

#just got my absolute worst grade on a physics assignment ever bc these stupid ass lecture videos didnt go into #any depth about how to actually solve problems <3 #i dont fucking CARE about polarization of light and diffraction etc LIKE I DONT CAAAAAAAARE #and thats hwat most of the final is gonna be on on im gonna SCREAM!!!!!!!#and then im gonna fuck up the calc final i just know it bc i dont understand shit about eigenvectors #UGH #honestly? i hated linear algebra with my whole soul #and as terrible as the four exams every 3 weeks were.#i honestly did prefer that #cause then i could just focus on those specific units #and now i dont need to take a final at all #i was able to focus on speciifc topics #but now with physics and calc its like oh <3 heavy focus on the last few units but fuck we can throw in literall #anything from the beginning of the semester #and i literally dont understand the last few units so i have to study the most on those #so i cant study literally Everything Else also????#so i just know im gonna do absolutely terribly on these finals AND I CANT EVEN STUDY bc i have twenty million #assignments due literally tomorrow and wednesday and its like #IM LOSING. MY MIND <3 #brot posts #i really wish i could just black out and wake up saturday morning and all my finals are over #i still have that paper for my final grade in astronomy but like . im honestly looking forward to it #i have a whole week to do it and im actually really looking forward to finally NOT DOING MATH anymore #i cant wait to finally be able to think about literally anything other than eigenvectors and eulers relation

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c12ly · 3 years ago

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✨️ My autistic/adhd headcanons: ✨️

Dipper Pines

From Gravity Falls

Mabel being autistic and adhder is a popular headcanon I've seen several times, but I dont understand how no one seems to care about poor Mason guy. I mean, its clear for me that he is autistic as well. He struggles in social situations, has anxiety, wears the same outfit everyday to avoid wasting time thinking about what to wear, the diaries and the author are clearly his special interests to the point he doesn't sleep bc of it, he stims without even noticing by chewing pens when he's stressed plus he's probably trans.

Star Butterfly

From Star vs the forces of evil

This is a headcanon I've seen a little discussion on and I completely agree. Star behaves differently than those around her and although the show tried this to look like a cultural shock cause shes from another dimension, even in Mewni the only one who understands her is her father. She has echolalia, she happy stims by jumping and clapping, she hyperfocus/obsess, cant stand boredom, always find a way to have fun, she cant get the hint that someone dont like her; Marco was running away terrified of her while she was happily waving at him and saying goodbye and when Britney told her she would invite her to her party when pigs fly she took it literally. She's passionate, resolve things her way, can have strong emotional reactions, shes creative, very energetic and with a strong sense of justice.

Spongebob

I dont even know where to start, not only bc it is incredibly obvious hes autistic, but also it makes angry that his autistic traits are portrayed as annoying in the show and the ableist inside it.

His special interests are krabby patties. He loves his work, although its not even a work for him, its his life, he loves doing this with a passion, he don't want to stop doing it and gets depressed when Mr Crabs forces him to have some vacations.

He can became hyperfocus/obsessive, specially when it comes to krabby patties and the krusty crab in general.

He is very sensitive and experience his emotions very strongly, hes caring and get attached easily.

He doesn't get when people dont like him, although he is aware that he annoys Squidward and even have a day only to annoy him with Patrick, the rest of his interactions with him or anyone, he doesn't seems aware, something thats portrayed as "dumb" which I totaly hate btw.

He acts younger than he is, even some citizens of bikini bottom refer to him as a kid, when he's actually 20 something. More like an adult who does whatever he wants and makes him happy to me. It doesn't seem like he dislikes being called a kid by others but it stills annoy me a bit cause the ✨️ ableism ✨️ yk.

He has an "inappropriate" and "annoying" laugh and in general he is "annoying" and it piss me off that all that considered annoying are nd traits, and it personally annoys me more bc Spongebob has been my favorite cartoon since I'm like four and most of the think he does, I do them too.

Luz Noceda

From the owl house

Since episode one u can tell she has adhd and how the principal(? of her school and her mom, instead of trying to understand her, only want her to change and bahave like she should. Not like the spiders where the best idea but still, they also wanted her to stop engaging on her silly fantasy books. Very understandable she decided to stay at the boiling isles.

She lives in her own world. She's full of creativity, passion, new ideas, she wants not only to explore the world, she want to do it now, like, rn. Shes also very energetic, always ready for an adventure or a lecture as long as shes interested.

Oscar

From Summer Camp Island

He is so clearly autistic to me. He has difficulties with change and adapting, something we see the moment he arrives at the camp and his parents leave; he even tries to leave bc this new environment, all the changes, being away from the safety his parents represent its too much for him.

Hes anxious asf, hes clumsy and a little clingy. He get his confidence when he feels safe with his friends and in the moment theyre not around he starts getting worried.

He is a calm guy who likes doing things his way and prefer staying at his cabin, chill and cozy but who also likes and is willing to go on adventure as long as he feels comfortable and safe with his friends, from which he gets his strength.

Reassurance and a book are enough to make him happy.

I love him. Hes also the character i relate the most with from this list (I relate to all except from Dipper and Neddy).

Neddy

From adventure time

Same thing as with Dipper and Mabel, Neddy is Princess Bubblegum brother, her being autistic is a well known headcanon but Neddy, oh man, hes pretty much too but since he has so little screen time I wouldn't be surprised if people dont even remember him.

He is non verbal and very very sensitive to noise and change, being Bonnies song the only thing that can calm him during a meltdown.

There's not much else to say, Bonnie and Neddy is the only episode hes part of, but i think thats enough. Since the very beginning, he seemed very overwhelmed by the different environments and noises him and Bonnie were facing after leaving the mother gum. He desseperatily cries and tries to run away from the danger or discomfort hes feeling.

I really wish he had at least another episode to see his relationship with his family and to understand and get to know him more, apart from the ending scene in which Bonnie and their aunt are singing to him.

(For the record, i dont like Bonnie but i do like this quote from Bonnie and Neddy. It also goes pretty well with this post.)

#autistic headcanon #autism #adhd tag #gravity falls #svtfoe #spongebob #summer camp island #adventure time #neurodivergent #adhd headcanon #nd headcanons #dipper pines #star butterfly #luz noceda

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itstheghostofmypast · 3 years ago

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SUGAR

HONEY

ICED TEA?

IDK

GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT?

SO, I WAS NOMINATED TO BE PART OF STUDENT COUNCIL DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY AT LIKE, 9:30 PM. I HAD TO GIVE A SPEECH AT 10:10 IN THE MORNING THE NEXT DAY (YESTERDAY). SO I PREPARED THIS WHOLE SPEECH, WHICH WAS SO GOOD AND ELOQUENT. THEN I WENT TO PRESENT IT AND HALF-WAY THROUGH THE SPEECH FORGOT IT- SO, I SUMMARISED THE WHOLE SPEECH AND ENDED MY SPEECH WITH A "Can everyone stand up, please? No can you all move to the right? And now, please sit back down! Thank you so much, now I can go home and tell my mom I moved the audience!"

I THOUGHT I COMPLETELY MESSED UP THE SPEECH, CAUSE ALL THE 6TH GRADERS WERE SO ANGRY! TURN OUT, THE TEACHERS AND THE SENIORS LIKED MY SPEECH, CAUSE A LOT OF PEOPLE CAME UP TO ME TELLING ME THEY LOVED MY SPEECH TODAY! AND I FOUND OUT THAT I AM MOVING ON TO THE NEXT ROUND OF ELECTIONS, THE INTERVIEW PROCESS-

OMG, WTF-

... yeah, that's it- Sorry about the caps lock-

What about you? Any drama or tea? Cause I wanna knowwwwwww-

Also, are you working on anything? If yes, what?

HOLY SHEEEEEET - I'M SO PROUD OF YOU <3 WE LOVE US A PERSON WITH THEM LEADING QUALITIESSSSSS AND ESPECIALLY SOMEONE WHO CAN WOO A CROWD!!

I BET THOSE SIXTH GRADERS DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO TOP YOUR SPEECHHH- BEST OF LUCK WITH YOUR INTERVIEW!!! I'M SURE YOU'LL ACE IT AND AHHH I MISS STUDENT COUNCILS SO MUCH- I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOUUUU o(>ω<)o ˭̡̞(◞⁎˃ᆺ˂)◞*💓💓

LET ME BLESS YOU WITH CONFIDENT PEOPLE

As for the tea- well bestie, my college is about to start and I have to pick courses, the problem is the website CRASHES BC THE GENIUSES AT ADMIN OFFICE THINK ALLOWING 7 BATCHES TO ACCESS THE WEBSITE FOR A SPECIFIC FOUR HOURS IS A FABULOUS IDEA- Hence, I will fight for my life to get courses tomorrow that aren't risking my GPA :). And soBs- rumor has it that one of our super smart, nice and cool lecturer went abroad to study and she won't be teaching us this semester 😭😭😭😭😭😭-Yes, I am working on stuff- I'm thinking of scheduling my requests- like posting two per month. ATM THOUGH I literally DERAILED and have been writing a 💓Draco💓 fic- forgive me I need to get it out of my system, and its looooooooooooooooong 🐍

BUT IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!! YOU HAVE ALL MY SUPPORT- MAY YOU CRUSH YOUR ENEMIES (metaphorically, unless you want to literally, hey, that's your call) AND SUCCEED IN GETTING WHATEVER POSITION YOU WANT 💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

#student council #GIRL BOSS RIGHT HERE #SHE GOT THEM SKILLS #PROUD

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emo-and-confused · 4 years ago

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Continuation of the sbi and neighbors au

og post: https://emo-and-confused.tumblr.com/post/647636749371195392/sbi-and-the-neighborhood-kids-au-ok-so-philza-is

-imagine one of the feral boys getting really drunk (underage lmao) and the rest don't know what to do so they bring him to phil and phil is freaking out

phil: i don’t know how to be a dad!

tommy, wilbur, and techno: you literally adopted us

phil: i didn’t think i’d get this far!

-i mean to be fair, he didn't expect to have this many children

-everyone asks phil to sign field trip forms. or anything for parent or guardian for school.

“can you sign my permission slip?”

“sapnap, i’m not your actual father,,”

-they all call him dad.

-it took techno the longest to call him dad

-the rest of “the children” immediately called him dad or it only took a little bit of time for them to start

-but techno stubbornly called him phil.

-tommy calls him dadza or philza minecraft respectively. wilbur calls him dadza or father. techno used to call him phil, but eventually started calling him dad

-the “philza minecraft” and “father” are for when tommy and wilbur are being dramatic

-his last name isn't minecraft, but that's just what tommy said when tubbo first met him and asked what to call him

tommy: daddd i have a friend over!!

phil: alright, tommy! just tell me if you two need anything!

tubbo: ok, thanks... tommy, what do i call him?

tommy: ... mr. minecraft.

tubbo: ok oh. thanks mr. minecraft!!

-tommy told tubbo this because it’s a running joke between tommy, wilbur, and techno that phil created minecraft. when they were younger, they were frustrated that they were struggling to defeat the ender dragon (it was their first time. techno and wilbur were 15 and tommy was 11) and phil helped them

-karl, sapnap, and dream met phil bc they accidentally broke into their house and they were tired. they thought it was their house so they just hopped through an open window

-then q and george were up at that time too waiting for them to get back and checked their location on their phone and realized they were in the wrong house

-so they rushed over to collect them and all three of them were at the table drinking hot chocolate with phil and in blankets.

-charlie one time was running from the police and phil totally covered for him. he did get lectured until he told phil it was just because he insulted a police officer and ran

phil: charlie, you can't be doing illegal things!!

charlie: ok, but all i did was say his hat was ugly and he got mad so i ran!!

phil: ... ok, that isn't that bad.

-and

phil: that’s all you did?

charlie: i thought i was a goner, philza! i thought i was going to jail for life!

phil, walking downstairs and seeing five children in the middle of the carpet playing uno: hello... tommy. and tubbo. and q. and dream. and... girl... dream???

dream: she's my sister, drista. tommy stole her mask so we're playing uno for it.

phil: huh. alright.

-he is very much a Father™️

phil: jack, you don't have to come through the window. you're allowed to walk through the door.

phil: yes niki, you can bake a cake. just don't let tommy in the kitchen while you're doing it.

phil: no, dream, you can't take techno to play manhunt, he has a project due tomorrow

phil: tubbo, ranboo, that's very exciting, but please keep the volume down, george is sleeping.

-they all go to the house on saturday and hangout if they're not busy

-because friendship

-they have dinner parties

-which is just "i don't wanna cook, you children make your own food and i'll just let you use my dining room"

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(@rmbz101 ‘s addition is now canon so)

(addition here: https://rmbz101.tumblr.com/post/647648580467851264/tommy-techno-and-wilbur-all-know-that-phil-loves )

-so every other sunday, they’re banned from the house from 11am to 3pm. four hours every other weekend, the neighbors can’t come over

-tubbo and ranboo going over to the house, and they’re about to knock on the door, but then sprinting away because, “OH SHIT ITS THE SECOND SUNDAY FUCK," and phil sees them from the window and smiles to himself

-ok but "only emergencies" phil tells them.

-they have no sense of what is an “emergency”.

-it's one of the sundays they’re banned and dream and quackity are laying in the grass of the lawn when phil unlocks the front door and sees them.

phil: what're you two doing here?

dream: oh, i think quackity broke his leg. i had to walk him over here.

phil: i said you can come in if it's an emergency?!

q: well to be fair, we didn't know if it was actually broken

-and then

phil: how long have you been waiting outside?!

dream: uhh... two hours?

q: yeah it's not even sore anymore.

-george is typically an exception to this rule, like, if he’s sleeping and it hits 11am on sunday. phil just won't kick him out when he's sleeping because he's just, asleep for hours, and usually wakes up past 3pm anyways. he doesn’t do much.

-sometimes george will come out of his room before 3pm though, really sleepy and not realize what's going on

george: ... good morning...

techno: leave

wilbur: go back to bed george

tommy: where did you come from???

#me and a friend were talking about this again lmao #tommyinnit headcanon #sbi #sleepy bois #feral boys

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gingera1e · 4 years ago

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does the BAU smoke

(like. let’s pretend the FBI doesn’t drug test all its employees. haha)

Emily - she smokes, duh. She coughs a lot, though. Like a lot. Like every hit, is-she-about-to-pass-out cough. JJ told her to mix it with lavender, but that somehow made her cough more?? Water doesn’t help, just gotta let her cough it out. Somewhat useless, preparation-wise, but can ramble for hours about different kinds of glassware, papers, and torches. Which “I love you, but that doesn’t help us actually smoke it” says Penelope. Stares a lot after smoking a lot. “Prentiss, you okay?” gets heard a lot when this happens. She’s always okay, just can’t really move her eyes.

Derek - he smokes, but really only at parties or other social events. Rolls the most beautiful Js you’ve ever seen. He once rolled one in the shape of the jet, to everyone’s amazement. Always forgets his grinder. Like every time. It’s barely been used. Makes jokes about his head being so smooth that you could roll a joint on it. JJ has. Tries to do tricks, but he fails miserably. He’s so good-natured about it though that no one makes fun of him. He and Emily are the “we’re going on a walk *smirk* ” in the middle of dinner duo.

JJ - smokes if someone else is smoking, but only a little. She doesn’t love feeling out of control. Just kind of likes an elevated state of mind. If she ever smokes a little too much she just holds Emily’s arm really tight until it passes. Eats copious amounts of ice cream. Gives everyone little forehead kisses cause she loves them. Can also roll gorgeous, crisp Js. Always puts lavender or rose petals in her bowls. Somehow is always offered first hit. Is a fucking god at tricks. Like, how does she do that? She’s defying the laws of physics?? Emily can’t take her eyes off her when JJ’s smoking.

Spencer - has smoked a few times, didn’t love it. Barely moved all night most times he did, and once drew a gorgeous and super detailed blueprint for an upgraded BAU office that he has no memory of coming up with. Someone gave a copy of the blueprint to Hotch, who got it framed. He’s always mesmerized by how bongs look when they’re being used, sober or not. The more intricate, the better. Once he smoked a sativa and talked for eighty-four minutes without stopping (they timed him). He fell asleep on Derek immediately afterward (who played with his hair for the rest of the night, obviously).

Hotch - no. Hates the smell, but will not let any BAU members smoke weed that he hasn’t tested. “If you’re not getting it from a dispensary, you have to test it. I don’t care how badly you want to smoke right now.” Prepares them food and force-feeds them water when they smoke. Actually really enjoys playing stupid games with the team after they smoke. Literally prays they won’t get called on a case during a smoke sesh because these idiots can’t stop giggling and playing with Spencer’s hair.

Penelope - definitely smokes. Always leaves lipstick on the blunt and everyone affectionately teases her for it. Really likes glassware (has a collection), always tells Morgan to be extra careful with it because he’ll “break it with your big strong hands.” Puts ice in the bong so no one coughs (Emily still does, but only a little). Checks in with everyone every half hour and asks them if they need anything and if they’re doing okay. If anyone looks freaked out, she sits next to them and holds their hand or hugs them until they feel better. Breath mint queen.

Rossi - doesn’t smoke, but somehow knows everything there is to know about different strains of weed. The rest of the team tries to buy/find strains that he’s never heard of. To date, he has still heard of and knows about every one they’ve brought to him. He says it’s fun to know them all, like wine tasting. It’s pretty useful, actually. He’s always spot-on with his predictions about each strain’s effects. Will always make the stoned team homemade pasta if they ask.

Elle - smokes and could easily out-smoke everyone in the BAU. One of those people who’s alarmingly functional when they’re blazed. Like she could pass a sobriety test and give a lecture. Very proud of her “joint-arette” invention which is just a joint rolled around a cigarette. The most efficient roller you’ve ever encountered. They might not be gorgeous, but they’re more than functional and she can crank them out like a factory. Favorite way to smoke is via blunt (not a team favorite, bc Emily. but it’s ok cause Elle will have one all for herself.) Has literally never coughed while smoking ever.

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seancekitsch · 5 years ago

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Barefoot

warnings: angst, communication issues, talking about relapsing, addiction, drugs and alc, not overtly mentioned but like these characters are like this bc of trauma and repression, spoilers for the movie the graduate which i severely misunderstood as a kid, dirty fuckin smut

When you wake up, Klaus isn’t there. Just like yesterday. Just like the day before yesterday. Or the day before that. The bed is cold even with you in the sheets. Light streams into the window but it does nothing to help. The studio is drafty and it will only get colder in the winter months, and those socks are already coming in handy. Rent is due soon and while you’d be surprised if Klaus left you alone with the lease, you’d couldn’t be sure. People had left you before, but Klaus is the one you wouldn't know how to cope without. His tea from four days ago is still sitting on the bistro table, cold and settling, surely disgusting but you’re afraid that if you touch it, if you clean it up, well then. Klaus wouldn’t return. Klaus would be gone from this apartment . Vanishing himself from this studio and this life like one of his ghosts. The tea would evaporate eventually or grow mold but it was all you had to hold onto for him to come back. Maybe it all wasn’t real. Maybe it was a trick of your imagination. Maybe you’re the ghost. Maybe you’re just a trick of his imagination that he got tired of playing with and-

Fuck. That’s when you realize you’re in a bad way.

What do normal people do when they feel things getting bad again? Do other people feel the backslide and just somersault into it by refusing to clean or get out of bed? By dealing with the pitiful look from their boss by buying absinthe on the way home from work? God, the look Margie gave you. It killed you. By convincing themselves that all of this good they just had was just a Belle Reve and you were Blanche about to be taken right back to the clinic? You actively gag as you sip from the bottle starting around noon, the sweetness at first being a fun distraction, now actively grossing you out as you continued to drain it. Absinthe wasn't actually the plan, it was just there, it was just strong. Now you regret it and wish you got something you even liked. At least this is the worst of it, though. Before you would have fully slid back into your old ways and not thought twice.

You wonder if there was something about your role in what transpired, if there was something you could have done or not done to change the outcome. Could you have kissed him and shut him up so he never would have said ‘I love you’? Could you have done something other than shake your head ‘no’ out of panic and start to cry? Could you have just said it fucking back because you mean it too? Could you have not continued to panic and said something along the lines of “I’m not a replacement for Dave” when Klaus tried to say it again? Could you have said or done anything just to stop him from hastily dressing himself and leaving in the middle of the night, leaving you there silently crying on the bed? If he were anyone else, you would have said it back immediately, because if it were anyone but him, words would be something you just threw around aimlessly. They're just words. You'd said it a million times to your ex-fiance. If this were anyone else, you would have said it back immediately, and probably relapsed the next morning in panic. But it isn't anyone else. Its Klaus fucking Hargreeves. It's the guy from across the hall at the clinic. It's the guy who helped you steal socks, then a table to eat dinner at. It's the guy you literally have traveled across time and space for. And you did love him. It wasn't just a phrase. You knew that for a while now, but part of you would have liked to keep it hidden forever. Because once you say it, the bubble bursts. It's out there and you can't take it back. It's real and tangible and it's not the fantasy of Klaus, it's Klaus himself. In order to say it you'd have to kill the fantasy Klaus. You’d have to murder him and all of the mythology around him and live in the real world with him, which might have even been stranger than any fantasy you could come up with. He deserved better than this. He deserves more than me, you think, than someone who would hurt him to protect herself. Selfish bitch. Gotta do better. By the time you finish half the bottle, eat your cold lo mein take out from two days ago, and decide to take a nap, you've made a decision. If you ever see Klaus Hargreeves again (which is doubtful because you don't plan on leaving this bed unless it's for work and even that feels like not a good enough reason) you'll kill the fantasy Klaus and commit to loving the real Klaus.

But sleep doesn't come. The cold leftovers sit like a rock in your stomach, not at all mixing well with the green liquorice liquor you've downed, so you lay there eyes-closed begging for the pain to subside. It's a familiar feeling, much like the week and a half in the bed before Klaus inserted himself into your life. The ache and the want for more than you have but the inability to give it to yourself. So you lay there. You just lay there, for hours. Thank god Margie gave you a few days off. You lose all track of time just laying there, actively trying not to think, trying to ignore how you feel both physically and mentally, curling into the sheets until you can feel yourself melt into them.

It’s dark when you hear the keys rattle in the lock, and then the door opens. You keep your eyes shut, because if you do you can pretend it’s an intruder, coming to rob you of your mismatched dishes and beat up old record player before killing you. Which is a reasonable and comforting fantasy that you rather hide in than face Klaus. Klaus was real and Klaus loved you and Klaus got in your head. The intruder is a fantasy and the intruder is horror and the intruder might not even let you beg for your life. You can gladly imagine the intruder using keys that maybe he stole off of Klaus to come in here and steal all of your monetarily worthless shit and then just stab you or something anticlimactic. You know exactly what you want to say to Klaus and how to say it but you don’t know if it’ll come out of your mouth when the time comes, so you cling to this stupid horrible thought to take your mind off of the sound of footsteps entering the apartment. So you keep your eyes shut when you hear the sound of boots being taken off, when you hear the deflating sigh, the pattering around the room slowly before you hear the sounds of ruffling, probably his coat being taken off. You keep your eyes shut as there's a distinct silence in the room besides your best fake-asleep deep breathing. Like he's holding his breath and waiting for something.

You lay still, keeping up the fake sleeping, as the mattress creaks and dips next to you and Klaus sighs again. He emanates the warmth that had all but been stoked from the apartment and left you shivering. You can feel yourself pulling towards him, wanting to wrap your arms around him and hold him and never let go again, but you don't. There's always the off chance this is just a very strong hallucination brought on by the bottle of green fairy on the floor next to the bed. But fuck, if you dont wanna just pull him close.

“I know you're awake,” he says lowly, so close to you. His face is centimeters from yours, if you had to guess, nose just almost touching your own.

“You know, I used to watch you sleep all the time. You- you do this… this cute twitchy thing when you're out cold,” he continues. He sighs, realizing you're either much more stubborn than he thought or much more avoidant of anything vulnerable than he is. It took him a day of sitting on Diego’s floor while being lectured for his drinking habits for him to realize that he couldn't give up with you. He made peace with the fact that he couldn't save Dave. He couldn't change history, but he could change the future he could have with you if only he didn't let this go. But it was his conversation with your boss that had him worried. It wasn't like you not to show up for work, even if things were tough.

“You know you’re actually terrible at faking it, right?” he asks, for clarification. You want to open your eyes, to laugh, but you keep them shut and a tear escapes down your cheek.

“Can you— can you just look at me? Please?”

It hurts, it fucking hurts but you shake your head no.

“Oh don’t do that shit again. C’mon, doc, look at me!”

You can’t.

“Your tea went cold. I-I’m sorry,” is barely a whisper. But you say it. And he hears it.

“Hey! Hey hey hey, don’t worry about that. Don’t worry.”

He chooses his next words very carefully. If you were to open your eyes, you’d see him yearning to touch you, a worried and pained expression all over his handsome features. You’d see his hair just as unkempt as yours and the tee shirt he’s wearing is also obviously yours. You’d see those beautiful green eyes doing their best impression of bambi right after the hunting scene.

“What have you... what’s been going on? You haven’t been by the shop.”

“You went there?” you whisper again. Still kind of afraid this all isn’t real. You know it is because you feel his breath fanning out against your face and you feel the bed becoming the warm welcoming thing it once was.

“Yeah. Yeah, I did. Margie said you weren’t coming in for a week.”

“She spoke to you?” you wince. Knowing that was probably highly unpleasant for the both of them. Half the time when he showed up at the end of your shift she made him wait outside of the shop and refused to look at him.

“Yeah Margie, christ that woman loves you.”

Your eyes shoot open, startling him a little, but he relaxes by the time your eyes adjust to the dark. You see him and only him. Everything is Klaus.

“Listen, I-“ You start a little too loudly, scaring yourself.

“No, no. Don’t say something you don’t mean. Don’t say it back because I said it.”

Fuck. Fuck is he even going to believe it when I say it? If not what’s the fucking point? You feel more tears pricking at your eyes and you crumble a little. The burst of confidence is gone as you curl farther in on yourself, feeling your legs brush his as you let out just the tiniest choked sob. He’s frozen, and your hand is searching, blindly grabbing against the sheet until it comes in contact with his. Hurriedly, as if he would sift through your fingers like sand, you entangle your fingers with his and squeeze as hard as you can. Like if you let go he goes too. You can’t lose him again but it sounds like a break up. It sounds like what you remember a break up sounding like.

“Please,” fuck you sound pathetic.

“It’s okay. I’ll be fine. It’s okay if you don’t love me back. I can go stay at Diego’s or Vanya’s or something and we can figure out how to get out of the lease early. Anything you want. I just wanted to let you know I meant what I said. You’re not a replacement for anyone. You’re who I want. But you don’t have to want me back. I’ll... live.” he finishes flatly, devoid.

Your heart is officially breaking. Into a million tiny fucking pieces. A memory comes to the forefront of your mind in that moment. The first time you choked him. The way he looked up at you. The way you realized at that second just how many people probably took advantage of him in the past. The way he probably thinks you’ve done to him now too.

“No, Klaus please listen to me,” your voice doesn’t sound like your own, doesn’t feel like your own. You feel far away from him even though his hand is clasped in your own. You feel like that scene in the graduate where Dustin Hoffman is interrupting Elaine Robinson’s wedding. Screaming and slamming fists against the glass trying to change your fate. Trying to get him to see.

“I was scared. Fuckin terrified. I- I- I- I’ve never said those words and meant it before,” you gasp between sobs now much more eager to spill out of your mouth, “It wasn’t you, I got in my own head about it. I got surprised. I love you, Klaus. I love you so fucking much I didn’t touch a fucking thing in this apartment because I was afraid somehow that meant you wouldn’t come back. I know I’m not replacing Dave. I know. I don’t know why I said that. I've wanted to take it back since the second I said it. I've hurt so many people and I hurt the one person I didn’t wanna hurt. I never wanna hurt you again. I love you. fuck. I don’t want to stop saying that. I love you.”

Klaus... is surprisingly quiet through your little speech. Maybe it’s because you can’t control what your voice is doing, and you’re crying. He’s staring at you so hard it feels as if he's trying to look through you, see the transparencies, see the truth in what you're saying. You want to shrink under his gaze, knowing he's trying to sus out if you mean it, feeling vulnerable each passing ticking second.

But then his hand squeezes yours back just as hard. If he squeezed hard enough he could easily crush a few of your bones, and you'd let him if it meant he understood.

“You do,” more a confirmation than a question.

“I do.”

“Say it.”

“I love you.”

“Say it again.”

“I love you,” with more force, more conviction.

“Once more, with feeling!” a smile is beginning to grace his lips.

“I fucking love you, Klaus!” you shout pretty much directly into his face. He doesn't mind a damn bit. He presses forward eagerly; releasing your hand only to roughly cup the back of your neck, fingers digging into your skin. It hurts, but in the most satisfying way. Your hands reach and grip for his face, greedily moving your palms over his jawbone as you lock him into place. Klaus is dizzying in his fervor, barely letting you keep up as his teeth clatter against yours, bite at your lips, his tongue darting between your tasting lips and tickling the roof of your mouth. there’s no letting up to the onslaught even as his hands travel, one hand trailing trimmed nails down your back, sure to leave a mark even with the barrier of your shirt, the other groping at your chest, seeking out a nipple to harshly pinch, making you squeak into his mouth in shock at his actions. As possessive and kinky as he could be at times, he has never been this rough with you. And you like it. He takes the time to bite down on your bottom lip, pull away, shake his head a little before mercifully releasing it and putting his forehead to yours.

“Oh you, you—“ he draws out, scoffs, “you wicked thing. You had me worried.”

“I’m sorry,” you gasp.

His grip on you softens, relaxes. His eyes shut just so, full of contentment. His nose nuzzles forward until you're cheek to cheek, and you can feel your cheek isn't the only one that's a little damp.

“Stop apologizing. I have you back now,” he whispers, sounding the most at peace you've ever heard him. He presses a kiss to the skin right at the place where your jawbone and ear meet, making you shiver at the sound of contact. He pulls you flush with his body, a tight hug, just holding you there before maneuvering your body so you were laying flat, your chest and shoulders pressed to the bed while he presses kisses to your face.

“Trust me,” he says, and you do. He lays himself back down, on top of you, and fuck, you love this. You love when he lays on you, when you feel his weight resting on you. Earlier today you thought you'd never feel this again, and the fact that thought was false has you grinning from ear to ear and reaching back to play with his curls as his arms find their way under you to hug you as you chant your love for him like a mantra. And then you feel it. Klaus is hard as a rock. Poor thing, it's been almost a week for him, when the two of you were so used to going at it basically anytime you had a spare half hour. Playfully, you grind back into him a little bit. Nothing that means business, but just a little brush of your ass against his cock to have him squirm a little. He reacts immediately with a growl and buries his face in the side of your neck to kiss and bite your neck and shoulder, while one hand removes itself from the hug to slide up your shirt again and blindly grope at your chest. Two can play at this game. You grind back again, a little harder, a little more deliberate in your movements this time. You're both chuckling as he starts to grind back, both feeling extremely free and confident in your control over each other's bodies. He knows he could have your sweatpants off and be inside you in under a minute, and you know you could easily have him blow his load in his pants if you keep it up teasing him like this. But how long can you really keep it up without wanting to give in to your own desires? You're painfully aware that it's been days you've had to survive without Klaus’ touch, too.

“You wanna end kiddie hour here?” he asks, and he couldn't have asked soon enough, because you're shimmying your sweatpants down with clumsy help from your hand that's somewhat trapped under him and laughing as he just as blunderingly removes his. Neither of you bother to fully remove them because the second his cock makes contact with your skin you're sighing and reminding him you love him. He lines himself up with you without using his hands like this is something he just instinctively knows how to do.

When he pushes into you, you whimper. Full on whimper like it's too much even though this is something you've done hundreds of times with him, but somehow it's new. Maybe making love isn't just a sentimental name for fucking. Maybe you're making love for the first time. Maybe now you know the difference. He brings the arm that was under your shirt back up and trails it down your arm until it gets to your hand, where he rubs his palm against your knuckles, almost inquisitively before tangling your fingers together and squeezing. Holding it in place. His other arm reaches just a little further, hugging you from behind and giving your waist a little squeeze as a ‘get ready’ signal. You tilt your ass back up at him a little as he pulls out, thrusts back in again. Only this time his thrust is punctuated with an “I love you”.

And so is the next one.

And the next one.

Until he works up a rhythm that leaves the both of you moaning and stuttering. You hike up one leg, changing the angle so slightly that his hips snap up into you in a way guaranteed to bruise. You’d happily have it hurt to sit for the next week if he kept fucking into you like he would break you. Klaus puts his full strength into fucking you, legs pinning you to the mattress as he uses the arm that’s holding your hand for extra leverage. Sweat dripping off of his chest as he kisses your back and moans and laughs into your skin. It’s times like this you remember your partner is fully trained in combat. For someone so lean, he’s strong, and he has strong control over the muscles in his body. It’s like a kind of clairvoyance he has to know exactly what parts of your body to touch, what to do to have you losing it around him all the time. Is Klaus Clairvoyant? You think as the angle of his thrusts changes ever so slightly, but still at that rough pace, now making your clit grind into the sheets beneath you making you scream out.

“That’s right, baby. You feel good?” he groans. Little shit.

“Yeah,” you whine, looking back to make eye contact.

“Who’s making you feel good?” Oh, he’s working for an ego stroke as well as a cock stroke. You’ll give it to him. Klaus deserves it.

“Oh, fuck— y-you, Klaus”

“And who do you love?”

“Fuck. You, Klaus! I love you so much,” words leak from your mouth like a sieve. “I love how- how you fuck me so good.”

“That’s right, and now I'm gonna make you come. Trust me.”

That's the second time tonight he’s asked you to trust him. You do, unwaveringly.He gives you no time to react before he speeds up his thrusts and the hand around your waist dips lower. He leans off of you a little, giving you a little more space, but plunges his hand between your legs. instead of stopping at your clit, he goes as far as to push a finger, his middle finger, up into you as well. And then the bastard curls his finger just slightly. The action has you turning into the pillow to scream. It's too much. It's too much. You've never been this full in your life and now it feels almost sinful how easily you are coming apart for him. You're shaking and with the added pressure of his finger you can feel just how hard your body is squeezing his cock. You can feel tears leaving your eyes for the second time tonight as you babble about how much you love him and your body jolts for his touch. He finishes too, inside you and happily pushed into the hilt. The whine that leaves your throat when he pulls out finally is unfair and needy. Already missing being so full of him. He rolls back over so that he's not on top of you, and pulls you in tight.

“I don't want to stop saying it,” he mutters into your hair, and you wait for him to continue patiently.

“I don't want to stop saying I love you.”

“Then don't.”

“I won't. But I will throw away this take out. This lo mein is old. It smells.”

You laugh loud and hearty, and he gets up from the bed, fully kicking his pants off as he does so, and there's no fear that he won't come back to bed with you this time.

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kati-the-archer · 4 years ago

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THE SABIAN SYMBOLS [Symbols of the Degrees of the Zodiac]

I have seen that the interest in zodiac degrees has increased in the tumblr community so i thought it will be a good idea to introduce you to this topic that some astrologers use as a tool when reading a chart and show the different ways in which the degrees can be interpreted.

★I apologize for any misspelling★

THE SYMBOLIC DEGREES (x)

✨The symbolic images associated with each of the 360 degrees of the zodiac, also called "monomeric".

✨They come from various sources, the most ancient one being the Thebaic calendar.

✨It is believed that monomers date back to a millennium BC, but some authors believe that they were already known in the time of Ramses II.

✨In addition to these Thebaic degrees of Egyptian origins, there are also Hindu degrees

which Sepharial passed down to us with his translation of the Volasfera

✨Both degrees, Thebaic and Hindu, belong to the traditional astrology.

✨In the 20th century, much more modern symbolic degrees appeared: the Marc Edmund Jones degrees, also called Sabian Symbols degrees (Saba symbols in reference to the queen of Saba).

✨Its origin is the result of a cooperation with the psychic Elsie Wheeler. He picked up a set of 360 blank cards where they wrote a note and a degree on the back.

✨Neither she nor Marc Edmund Jones knew the degree involved during the lectures. they only took into account what the seer was experiencing.

✨Marc Edmund Jones discovered the structure that emerges from the 360 symbols, and their relationship.

✨Rudhyar, upon discovering Jones's book, gains a great interest in the subject.

✨He asked Jones for permission to include a version in his book "The Astrology of Personality," published in 1936. This publication introduces Jones's Sabian symbols to a wider audience.

More than a dozen astrologers have, through their own musings or with help of intutitives, come up with lists of zodiacal symbols worthy of consideration, the most well-known are:

La Volasfera - Antonio Borelli, translated by Sepharial pseudonym of Walter E. Gorn Old

The Symbolic degrees of Charubel pseudonym of John Thomas [Welsh astrologer, clairvoyant and healer]

Symbols of Isidore Kozminsky [esoteric author and occultist]

The Sabian Symbols - Elsie May Wheeler [psychic-medium] and Marc Edmund Jones [astrologer]

HOW TO READ THEM:

📝To understand the meaning of the symbolic degrees in any given chart, please read the description first.

📝With the symbol in front of them, the reader can practice their own interpretations

📝 Symbolic degrees must never be taken literally.❗❗❗

📝The images describe certain details of an individual in small dashes which could be likened to impressionist painting.

📝Each word used in the description of an image has its own value.

📝Let yourself be soaked with the words and the actions described, and that you abandon yourself to their inspiration and dynamism. This is how you can grasp people's motivations and environment.

📝The meaning of an image taken as a whole may not necessarily apply.

📝When dealing with several descriptions, it is the sum of similar words and the recurrence of analogous bits of sentence which indicate the nature of the prevailing influence.

📝Try to infer the main energies from the text and identify repeated or converging trends.

📝Attention should be paid to repeated words, and that synonyms or similar meanings, and even similar sounds ought to be put together.

📝Do the sum of the analogies found and, if the total is significant, you can draw the conclusion that its influence is active.

📝In order of importance: [but you can do as you please lol

1- Sun-Moon

2- AS MC DS IM be cautious about their accurateness may not be reliable, since a four minute gap in the time of birth moves the angles by one degree.

3- Mercury, Venus and Mars

4- Jupiter and Saturn

5-Uranus, Neptune and Pluto

⚠️ A very important disclaimer: ⚠️

❗symbolic degrees belong to a branch of fatalistic astrology.

❗Their interpretation must be regarded with the utmost caution

❗especially given the fact that different authors give different meanings to symbolic degrees.

from time to time we receive new infomation about the symbolization of the zodiacal degrees, wondering if "they are reliable"

It is impossible to affirm that they all are, since we don't have a knowledge of 360 different people, each born under a different degree.

so...HERE IS AN EXAMPLE!

🌼 18-19 VIRGO 🌼

LA VOLASFERA :

« A husbandman or cattle-dealer holding a stock -whip in his hand »

SEPHARIAL : [who claimed his symbol set was a translation of La Volasfera, by Antonio Borelli.]

“It indicates a rough and rustic nature, with a taste for excitement of the chase, or for the breeding of cattle. The nature is rugged, but genuine; lacking in suavity; critical, but invested with unequivocal sincerity, which will cause him to be respected.” The native will prefer country life and its freedom to the more varied but less thorough liberties of the town.. It is a degree of ROBUSTNESS.

CHARUBEL :

Symbol: A strong farmer’s cart, and a horse to match. The cart is loaded with farmyard manure.

Meaning: Denotes a frugal, industrious person. An agriculturist, and one who studies that branch scientifically.

KOZMINSKY :

Symbol: A rough fire mountain, from several parts of which smoke is rising. On one of the slopes laborers are working.

Meaning: Denotes one who exercises patience and persistence in his life’s work, and whose position is often attended with much worry and personal danger. His soul is full of enterprise. He is magnetic,psychic, and extremely active. It is a symbol of Endeavor.

WHEELER :

Symbol: A OUIJA BOARD.

KEYNOTE: The ability to contact deeper recesses of the unconscious psyche and sensitiveness to psychic intimations and omens.

Meaning: The ouija board is to be considered here a modern device similar to many ancient instruments used for divination and prophecy. Certain states of threshold consciousness are stimulated by such a use, and what the experience produces may vary greatly in quality and in origin. The release of unconscious material has lost the explosive force pictorialized in the preceding symbol, yet at this stage there is still no conscious and willful control over what reaches the ego-consciousness.

This is the third stage of the thirty-fourth sequence of symbolic phases in the life process. It is at best a stage of transition which stresses a passive openness to the unknown. The glamour of it may subtly pervert the mind of the aspirant; but in some cases, this can be the first manifestation of INNER GUIDANCE. The difficulty is to correctly evaluate what or who does the guiding

It is important to read into the description based on the nature of the planet in question

For example, let's take the case of a moon in the 3° of scorpio:

🌙 LA VOLASFERA:

«A lyre, upon the arm of which there hangs a wreath of laurels»

🌙 SEPHARIAL:

–So you can say that this person will choose to express in a creative way the depth of their emotions that the moon in scorpio gives.

This is indicative of a nature almost wholly given to the pursuit and cultivation of the fine arts. The mind is harmonious, generous and peaceable. The life will be free from disquieting and distressful elements, and the inherent harmony and refinement of this character will be reflected in all his works. He will strive by the use of the gentle arts as well as by the more liberal, to illustrate and interpret the finer emotions of the soul. In art or the drama he will meet with great distinction.

if you want to know more about this topic...

You can check the rest of the 360 degrees here:

http://docshare04.docshare.tips/files/23078/230782881.pdf

http://rockymountainastrologer.com/DegreeSymbols/SabianSymbols.html

https://hominycreekhoroscopy.files.wordpress.com/2018/07/la-volasfera.pdf

A list of books :

https://www.astrolearn.com/astrology-articles/booksondegrees/

#astrology #astrology degrees #sabian symbols #sabian degrees #charubel #volasfera #kozminsky #sepharial #wheeler

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