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How Can You Decorate a Wedding Banquet with Cheap Supplies to make it Unique?

Choosing wholesale discount wedding supplies Auckland for a party seems like a never-ending task. The right decor will carry out your wedding theme and enhance your wedding venue. With lots of wedding decors available online, it is tough to decide on one. If you don't know how to get started, we are here to help you. 

Before you start buying or renting wedding decors, it is wise to consult your contract to find out things that you can supply on your own. For instance, museums and historical wedding venues don't allow you to alter the fixtures. 

Start by taking a style survey that helps you identify the perfect theme for your event. Once you choose the theme, scroll down to find the decorations for yourself. It will help you move with your event planning. Whether you are looking for seating arrangements for DIY lighting hacks, we get the work done for you. 

All it needs you to do is get it sorted with your vendors and bring your festival vision to life. 

It is easy to create a romantic ambiance with string lights hanging from the ceiling of your wedding banquet. If you plan an outdoor wedding event, weave light through the branches of trees to create a casual vibe. According to research, creative lighting is one of the best wedding decor ideas in 2021.  

Street light creates a casual vibe 

Invest in a set of hardware from party supplies Auckland to make the DIY project successful. String lights and votive candles create a visual aesthetic that transforms your space in an instant. 

Lighting is the basis that will transform your wedding venue at a glance. It is one of the best Party decor ideas. No denying that it is one of our favorite party supplies in Auckland. 

Simplify the dining spaces 

When it comes to wedding decor ideas, less sounds more. The table centerpiece is an important part of the event. But, it can be overwhelming if it doesn't align with the spatial proportion. Guests like to mingle at their dining places, so towering it might look distracting or unappealing. A simple party tableware wholesale suit will work. 

With a plain lounge area, you can give your guest plenty of space to rest. Some rental firms in Auckland will offer lounge chairs, couches, and chaises that are easily obtainable in a place. 

Create a resting space with a lounge furniture

Consider your lounge area as an extension of your wedding theme. Search for assets that match your color palette that makes it look professional. upgrade the resting space with resting pillows, printed cushions, and textured pouf. It looks presentable and gives the welcome note to the guest. As mentioned earlier, you can match your wedding color palette with party supplies Auckland. 

Biodegradable Lantern creates a flimsy look 

Do you want to make your wedding event look like a fairytale? 

You can hang eco-friendly biodegradable lanterns throughout the banquet. Like candles and street lights, reusable lanterns will create an inviting and soft tone. When you put in the effort, you can make it look like a still from the movie. Dreamy light fixtures will cost you less. 

Make it memorable with a wedding cake

A wedding cake is more than a dessert. By 2021, couples started decorating cakes with hand-painted accents. Work with firms producing party supplies Auckland to make it double as event decor. 

Instead of spending extra on Centerpieces, you can rent glassware from stores presenting wholesale discount wedding supplies Auckland. 

Are you looking for inspiration to turn your wedding event into an exciting memory? Contact us for more pocket-friendly ideas. 

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Party Supplies Wholesale

Toyworld serves all your party supplies needs by offering an extensive collection of products wholesale. Be it for a small gathering or a large-scale event, Toyworld aims to provide the most current products at competitive bulk prices. Explore our diverse range of party supplies wholesale collection.

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We are finally really working on getting rid of the party goods, but do want to make a little bit of money with it. So shoot us a message and let's see what kind of deals we can make. We are open to bartering as well, if you would like to barter other items.

We are going to start tossing, burning or using ourselves products that just don't seem to want to move, so what do you have to loose? Give us a follow, watch for deals & steals with rock bottom prices before we throw it out.

[mellowsadistic]

Birthday Party - Part 3

One Year Later

Sarah’s soaking wet diaper squelched between her thighs as she toddled into the kitchen where her aunt was making breakfast.

“Good morning, baby girl,” Helen cooed at her twenty-one-year-old niece, reaching out to cup a hand to the front of Sarah’s nappy through her baby duck patterned onesie. “What a soggy girl! But I don’t smell any poo-poos just yet. Go take a seat, little one. Auntie will have your num-nums ready in just a second.”

Sarah blushed furiously, but even though much of the hypnotist’s conditioning had been undone and control of her body had been returned, her resistance had long since disappeared. She clambered obediently into to her highchair, her breasts wobbling freely in her loose onesie, and sat down on her pissy diapered bottom, wrinkling her nose in disgust as her bum pressed heavily against the sodden padding.

A few moments later, the microwave tinged, and her aunt took out an enormous bottle of warm milk and plonked it down in front of her. Sarah looked at it with distaste. It was breastmilk, she knew. One of Helen’s friends was producing too much of it for her own baby to take, but she was more than happy to deliver a regular supply of bottles to Helen’s house to make sure it didn’t go to waste.

Fighting her revulsion, Sarah took the bottle with both hands and lifted the rubber nipple to her lips. Her mouth latched on instinctively and she began to suckle, feeling the warm, creamy breastmilk squirt across her tongue and flow down her throat. She sucked quickly, but the bottle seemed endless – even after fifteen minutes, she was barely halfway through the enormous thing, and she already felt full to bursting!

Sarah let out a feeble whimper as she thought about her once-tight, sexy tummy. Her mother and aunt were careful not to make her gain too much weight, but her formerly trim stomach was gone. Her belly had a cute layer of what Helen called her ‘baby fat’, perfect for tickles and tummy raspberries. Even her face had a slightly rounder, ‘cuter’ look to it. But Sarah knew better than to throw a fit over her baba. Her aunt was quick with a spanking, and looming over everything was the threat of being reduced back to being a helpless prisoner inside a baby-brained body.

After a few more minutes of mindless suckling, Penny joined Sarah at the table, flashing her babified older cousin a bright smile before tucking into a bowl of cereal with milk.

Sarah couldn’t help but notice how her little cousin’s table manners had improved. It wasn’t long ago that she’d ended every breakfast with soggy cornflakes and milk on her chin, but now she didn’t spill a drop. Straight away, Sarah felt something clunk into place inside her head. She let out a quiet little moan around her bottle, but there was nothing she could do – not all of the hypnosis had been removed, and when a compulsion hit her, she was powerless to stop it. Penny had done something mature, and that meant Sarah had to do something immature.

Immediately, she popped the bottle out of her mouth, blew a spit bubble, and dribbled breastmilk down her chin. She could feel it soaking into the collar of her onesie. Messy girl, a voice echoed in her head. Mucky tot. Dribbly, soggy, wet little baby. Penny giggled at her, and Sarah shoved her bottle back into her mouth to resume her sucking, her face as red as a tomato. No matter how much time passed, it never got less humiliating. She was a grown woman for goodness sake! She didn’t deserve this! Just because she’d been a little rude one time, it wasn’t fair to turn her into some kind of overgrown baby! She’d been taken out of university of course, and there was no chance of going back – her auntie said that if she was lucky, maybe one day she’d be allowed to grow up a little bit more and get a job pushing shopping trolleys at the local discount supermarket. But that was it. No more ambitions. No more dreams. Just minimum wage, and well-used nappies hanging off her hips.

Tears started welling up in Sarah’s eyes, but before a tantrum could really get started, she was distracted by another feeling. There was a sudden fullness in her bottom. Her bladder control was totally gone, and Sarah found herself helplessly dribbling pee-pee into her diapers on a near constant basis, but even after months as little more than an adult-sized toddler, she still had at least some control over her bowels.

With a hiss of air, she finished her bottle. Feeling almost nauseous at the amount of breastmilk now sloshing about in her tummy, Sarah gently lowered herself out of her highchair, clenching her bottom tightly.

“Um… Auntie…” she said, waddling up to Helen and putting on her best pleading look, “I really need to go poo-poo. Do you think maybe I could use the potty?”

“Sarah,” Helen said sternly, turning to look at her niece, “you know the rules. You get to have control over your body again, but you are not an adult anymore. Your mother convinced me not to make you act like a total baby all the time, but when it comes to your potty training, I’m putting my foot down. You will never use a toilet again, young lady. You wear nappies now, and nappies are for pooping in. Now squat down and make a messy in your pants right this instant, or I’ll call the hypnotist and have you cooing and gurgling in your crib by tomorrow!”

Her lower lib trembling pathetically, Sarah fell into a squat, all traces of the formerly proud, snarky young woman gone for good. With a loud fart, she started pooping her diaper. She could sense the smiles of her aunt and cousin above her as she grunted and strained to make yuck-yuck in her pants right in front of them. As the heavy, disgusting load dropped into the back of her nappy, Sarah burst into tears.

“That’s a good girl,” Helen cooed, her face alive with malicious delight, savouring the sight of her niece packing her adult Pampers like the ridiculous baby-woman she’d been turned into. “Get it all out. Right in your pants like a silly little baby.”

Sarah’s vision was blurred by her tears, but she felt her aunt take hold of her hand once she’d finished pooping. Helen led her into the living room and positioned her in front of the television, where some inane children’s program was showing.

“Be a good girl and watch your kiddie shows, Sarah,” said Helen, smirking. “I need to take your older cousin to kindergarten now, so I want you to stay right here. I’ll change your diaper when I get back.”

Sarah only sobbed.

“And your baby monitor will be recording,” Helen went on. Sarah felt her stomach plummet. “I’ll be reviewing the footage later,” her aunt continued warningly, “and if I don’t see a happy big baby girl dancing along to her silly programs, you’ll be getting a very nasty spanking when I get back. Is that clear, little miss?”

“Yes, auntie Helen,” Sarah whimpered, as the embarrassing, babyish music began to play. Helen and her daughter turned to leave, and Sarah started to dance. This was her life now, and she had no choice but to get used to it.

The End

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[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

Market Day

Thank you to @spacebarbarianweird for the Astarion x barbarian!Tav headcanons that inspired this fic!!

Summary: You drag some of your companions to the market to restock on supplies and run into a little spot of trouble

Today was Market Day, as you had come to coin it, where you and your companions would visit a nearby market to purchase various supplies, whether it be food, drink, weapons, potions, or anything anyone happened to need. With a slight skip in your step, you make your way into the marketplace, dragging along a weary vampire, a less than interested cleric and a very very reluctant wizard who wanted nothing more than to be fast asleep in his bedroll or be buried deep in a musty book.

“I don’t understand how you can be so cheerful this early in the morning,” Gale yawns, rubbing his eyes.

“Why was I chosen over Lae’zel to come along?” Shadowheart groans, dragging her feet along. Astarion looked the most alive among the three but you could tell he wanted to be anywhere but here.

“It’s a bright and sunny morning! There’s no better time than now to get all our shopping done!” You cheer, pumping your fist in the air.

“Why didn’t you invite Karlach along if you wanted some life in the party?” Astarion rolls his eyes, folding his arms across his chest. The market is rather quiet today, much to his distaste, for it meant there were less pockets to…well…pick. To you however, the lack of a crowd meant that there was more time to peruse the wares available without the person queuing behind you breathing down your neck to hurry it up, so you were more than happy about it.

“But I can be the life of the party!” You huff, giving him a pout. He should never have taught you how to gives puppy dog eyes, Astarion thinks to himself, watching as you give him your best shot at said eyes. He sighs in response, knowing you will never let this matter rest until he agrees with you and numbly nods.

“Of course you can, darling. Now, don’t we have quite a bit of shopping to do?”

With that, you’re off, heading towards the butcher while the others go their own ways to various shops of interest. Gale, to no one’s surprise, heads straight for the merchant selling a bunch of magical items while Shadowheart meanders around until a particular store selling carvings of the various gods catches her eye and she makes a beeline towards it. Astarion, meanwhile, looks for his first pocket to pick and eyes a rather wealthy human strutting around that made for easy pickings.

You quickly gather all the food items on the list and shove them all into your backpack, proud of the bargains you had made on your own. Astarion had been teaching you how to haggle, and although you were a slow learner, you were steadily getting better at it. Today proved as much. You couldn’t wait to tell him about the discount you had haggled from the fruit merchant and show him all his teachings hadn’t been for naught. As you made your way to Astarion who was at the other end of the market, something caught your eye — black leather bound book with words you couldn’t quite make out in gold lettering.

You go to take a closer look, curious. Did Astarion have this book? You don’t remember seeing such a cover before, would he appreciate the book? You weren’t even sure about the contents of the book, words always proved a challenge and you hated how you couldn’t just beat the words into submission so that you could read them.

“You can’t just beat up every problem you come across!” Astarion exlaimed when you angrily swore at the paragraph he had been trying to teach you to read.

“Everything would be so much easier if I could.” You huffed in response.

“Some things require a little more finesse, darling. Don’t you worry your beautiful self, leave such things to me.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead with a small smile.

The fond memory caused the corners of your lips to quirk up. Astarion had never once blamed you for struggling with learning how to read, he had been patient, as patient as he could be but had given up some time after. He had never pressed you to learn to read afterwards, instead he did all the reading for you which you very much preferred as you got to hear his melodious voice while understanding whatever was scrawled on the pages of the book you had looted from a corpse because you found the cover pretty.

“Didn’t know barbarians knew how to read, I thought they were all brawns and no brain.” A sneer comes from your right. The merchant selling the book you were looking at gives you a look of disgust and snatches it out of your grasp.

“Get your grubby hands off my wares,” he spits, “someone who lacks the intelligence needed to understand such fine craft shouldn’t be here in the first place.”

You scowl at him, a low rumbling erupting from your throat, “I may not be able to read but I sure as hells can understand what you’re saying.”

“The creature speaks!” The merchant feigns a gasp of surprise. You snarl, a hand moving towards your axe when a cold hand gently rests on your hand. Astarion meets your gaze, giving a small shake of his head and puts himself in between you and the merchant.

“It seems intelligence and basic common courtesy does not go hand in hand,” he says nonchalantly, but poison drips from every word. “To think a man so well-learned would only have the manners of a beast.”

The merchant glares at him but Astarion calmly looks them in the eye, a fake smile gracing his lips, “am I wrong?”

“This is none of your business, elf,” the merchant hisses.

“Oh, but the moment you insulted my lover, it became my business.” His unnerving smile remains plastered to his face, unsettling the merchant who was slowly losing confidence. “Now then, may I see this fine craft of yours?”

“Leave at once! You’re ruining my business!” The merchant snaps. “And I suggest getting yourself a better lover, maybe one not as daft as that barbarian.”

Astarion’s ruby eyes widen, a hand reaching for his dagger but you beat him to it. You grab the nearest and heaviest book you can find and slam it hard into the merchant’s face, “you can have your damned fine craft back! I don’t need it! I’d rather be illiterate than have to resort to insulting others to feel better about myself!”

Astarion chuckles, swiping a few books that caught his eye before grabbing the book you had been eyeing as well as your wrist and pulled you along, “come on, we better leave before the guards come to investigate the commotion.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice!” The two of you make a quick escape, disappearing into the nearby town before the authorities could catch either of you, giggling all the way.

Once Astarion is sure you’re far enough, he rounds the corner and stops to allow you to catch your breath. You pant, bending over with your hands on your knees but you’re grinning the widest grin you can muster.

“That! Was! Satisfying! You can beat up every problem you come across!” You laugh. Astarion doesn’t even bother to hide his smile, the merchant had deserved that blow to the face and better yet, had been robbed of some of his most prized wares.

“They had it coming,” he snorts, ruffling your hair. “We head back for the others once the heat has died down.”

“I’m sorry for ruining your shopping,” you rub the back of your neck sheepishly.

“It’s quite alright darling, I had finished pickpocketing all the rich people in the maket anyways.” Astarion waves a hand dismissively.

“Astarion!”

“I had quite the haul even, who knew there were so many gold necklaces just lying around unattended.”

“They were attended!”

“Well, clearly not attended enough.” He fishes one out and holds it out to you. “What do you think of this one?”

“It’s beautiful,” you breathe, tracing a finger along the precious chain.

“May I?” He holds out a hand to you and you gently place the necklace into his outstretched hand. He gestures for you to turn around and you comply, twiddling your fingers nervously. Would you looks good in it? It was definitely a very expensive necklace, something that should not lie on the necks of the likes of you and would sell for a large amount of gold but Astarion had chosen to slip it around your neck, a look of satisfaction clear on his face when he had you turn around so that he could admire his handiwork.

“Perfect. I knew it would look good on you, my taste is impeccable.” He crows. “I also have a dress for you, but that will have to wait until we’re back at camp, unless…”

“Back at camp back at camp!” You squawk, cheeks quickly heating up. Astarion leans in to press a quick peck to your lips, slipping his hand into yours.

“As you wish, my darling barbarian.”

[jazzysnazzys]

💋Transfer Proof💋

Joel x Fem Reader (1.4k WC) (18+ MDNI!!)

Summary: You needed a way to test out a new lipstick that claimed to be transfer proof. You knew just how you were going to.

Warnings: Smut (obvi), PWP, deepthroating, cum eating, submissive Joel, slight begging?

AN: Hello my bees! I’m obviously back again with late night Joel brainrot because who else consumes my brain this late. 😮‍💨 This is very loosely proofread, sorry. Almost scrapped this idea before a rush of inspiration finally arrived 😅 I really hope you enjoy! As I’m still new to writing and posting fics on here, I’d appreciate any feedback!! I love you all sooooo much! Thanks for reading! 😊

SMUT UNDER THE CUT! MDNI!!

For a while, you had been needing some new makeup. Your stash at home was running low. Even worse, you had a party to go to next week with Joel and there was no way you could salvage anything from your dwindling supply. So that morning you kissed Joel goodbye and headed off to a cosmetics store.

You sighed as you pulled into the parking lot, stepping out of your car and into the makeup store. You were familiar to the place, the usual top 100 billboard hits playing, the bright lights pointing in every which direction, and the deals that were plastered on every wall.

You looked around for a while, grabbing your usual items. Before you checked out, you saw a brand you enjoyed release a new line of lipsticks.

‘Matte and Transfer proof’ it read. You narrowed your eyes at the product. Every time a lipstick claimed to be transfer proof you were met with the disappointment of it fading throughout the day. You shrugged, knowing you’d regret not getting it later if it was actually transfer proof.

You found a shade that you thought beautifully complemented your undertone and smiled. You then placed your items to be checked out and had a silent victory when the cashier offered you a discount.

Walking to your car, you thought about ways to test the lipstick.

You could always just kiss the back of your hand after it dried, but you’d done that before and it wasn’t always the most accurate testing.

Maybe you could go out to eat with Joel and see how the lipstick held up then? No, you didn’t want to be seen with smudged makeup in public.

You huffed and got into your car, deciding you’d figure it out at home.

Once you got home, you engulfed Joel into a hug.

“How’d it go, darlin?” He rubbed your back in a soothing way, looking at you with admiration.

“Fine, got my usual. How’ve you been here?” You caressed his cheek, scratching his scruffy beard.

“Missin’ you.” He kissed you softly, pulling your waist closer to his body and letting out a content hum.

You snickered before pushing him away, rolling your eyes playfully and walking into the bathroom to place your new items in your makeup bag.

You zipped open your bag and unwrapped your usual items, throwing out the empty ones. Your hand got to the bottom of the shopping bag and pulled out the lipstick you had decided get at the last second.

You eyed it for a moment before taking off the plastic covering around the product. You took the cap off of the lipstick and admired the beautiful color you had picked.

You swiped the product on your bottom lip before smushing your lips together and rubbing the product in. With a pop, you admired how the shade sat on your lips with a soft smile.

You added a touch of extra makeup on your face in order not to look a little silly with just lipstick on.

Tilting your head from side to side, you checked yourself out, quickly getting used to the color. The dress that you’d picked out would pair with this lipstick like a dream.

After a while of looking into the mirror, you noticed it had dried down.

‘Matte and Transfer Proof’ You remembered.

“Sweetheart?” Joel’s raspy voice could be heard along with the knocking at your door.

“Come here, sweetheart. Our show is on.” He knocked once more before walking back to the living room, flopping down on the couch.

That’s when the idea hit you.

You knew exactly how you were going to test this lipstick out.

A couple moments later, you walked out of your room, the makeup still adorning your features. Joel was content to see you walking towards him. He quirked a curious brow at you before speaking.

“What’s got you all dolled up, baby?” He smiled, patting the space next to him. You rolled your eyes playfully, not responding to him. Joel’s legs were spread apart, his arms resting on the couch. He looked so damn sexy.

You then got down on your knees between his legs and began to unbuck—

“W-Woah! The hell you doin’?” Joel scrambled to grab your hands with a cherry red blush painted on his face.

“Wanna test somethin’ out.” You stated and shrugged as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. You swatted his hands away and continued to unbuckle his belt, unzipping his jeans like you had done a thousand times before.

Joel was an utter mess underneath you, sputtering and stuttering as you reached his boxers.

Did Joel know what the hell was going on?

No.

Was he going to stop you?

Fuck no.

You pulled down his boxers just enough so his already hard cock could spring out. You then spat on the twitching dick, lubing it up.

You gave him a couple of quick strokes before licking a long stripe from his trimmed base to his leaking tip. He groaned as you kitten licked his tip a couple times. Finally, you wrapped your lips around his length.

You bobbed your head up and down him, a mixture of pre-cum and spit collecting around your mouth. You made sure the filthy mix was spread evenly around your mouth as you continued to take him down your throat.

Joel was panting and groaning as you continued sucking him off. Joel had always been the dominant one during your intimate moments, ordering you to do certain things, move certain ways, say certain things. It turned him on to see you so helpless underneath him, babbling incoherent things as he fucked you dumb.

But as you continued to suck him off, the pornographic sounds of your gagging, and how your nose touched the base of his cock, he realized that maybe he liked being under your control.

Fuck it.

He fucking loved it.

He let you take control as you slurped his dick perfectly. You wrapped your hand around his cock tightly and began to pump. Your mouth trailed down to his exposed balls that were filled with cum, waiting to be spurted out in thick ropes. Your mouth latched onto one of them, hollowing your cheeks as you had done with his cock. You sucked on it as Joel was turning into putty underneath you.

“Fuuuucck, baby. God, don’t stop. Please don’t stop—shit.” Joel threw his head back in pleasure, his hands gripping the leather couch.

“Baby, please. I need-I need you.”

Joel begged as he rose his head up to make eye contact with you. You simply shook your head, slipping him out of your mouth with a pop that made him whine.

“Nah. I’m testing something.” You repeated, taking him back into your mouth.

You bobbed your head up and down, gagging and gargling on him. You could hear his groans shift and his cock start to twitch feverishly in your mouth. These were the telltale signs that he was close, so you hollowed your cheeks, taking him in deeper.

“Just like that darlin’, please. I’m gonna cum—fuck yes.” Joel whimpered as your tongue swiveled around his tip every time your head bobbed up.

At last, he came, warm stripes of white bliss filling your mouth. You heard Joel let out a pathetic groan as he came, his breath faltering a bit. You licked your lips and swallowed, getting up from your spot between his legs. You pulled out your phone and pressed on the camera app, a reflection of yourself popping up on the screen. Your eyes widened and a smile showed on your face as you saw the gorgeous color you’d picked out still painting your lips. You grinned and sat down next to Joel, watching the remaining of your long forgotten show as if nothing had happened.

Joel was panting, his breath still irregular as his soft cock poked out of his jeans. He was in pure euphoria at the way you had just…used him. He let out a breathy laugh as he stuffed his length back into his jeans. Joel thought about a couple things.

One, he absolutely was going to have you take control more often.

Two, he had it bad for you. Worse than he thought.

Three, he was going to buy you every lipstick he saw from now on.

[bethereforya]

Just an idea I had here and wanted it to exist:) New account and first anything I've written in a longggg time so be nice pls x

Pairing: College/Dealer!Ellie x Sorority/fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, swearing, oral sex (r!receiving), finger sucking (is that a warning?), mentions of weed, mentions of alcohol consumption.

Word Count: 1822

It wasn't a shock when she showed up, hell it's really one of the only times you saw Ellie Williams - Amongst the horny and intoxicated young adults dancing, making out, playing beer pong and of course, once Ellie arrived to 'work,' getting high. Turns out drunk college kids will pay good money for weed, who knew.

You were almost always at these sorority and fraternity parties that seemed to be happening every weekend alongside your sisters whether you were eager to be there or not, but no matter what mood you happened to be in when attending these parties you always chose to dress to impress, and by that you meant picking outfits that best complimented your features and assets.

Despite seeing each other just about every weekend you and Ellie didn't conversate much aside from the occasional 'excuse me' whilst navigating your way through drunks and potheads. You both definitely knew of each other though, your Instagram stalking upon first seeing her at one of these parties didn't get you very far however, a tiny circle that you could make out to contain Ellie's face followed by a "This Account Is Private" message was all you got. So you asked around. Not many people knew much about her, just that she was a student on campus who sells weed and had a close small circle of friends with two other students Jesse and Dina. Oh and also that she fucks around, but other than that she seemed to be a closed book, which you assumed was how she liked it.

Ellie knew a lot more about you however, a sorority girl with a public Instagram containing mostly pictures of you and your fellow sisters, selfies and pretty landscapes you had stumbled upon. It pretty much told Ellie all she needed to know, not to fuck with you. You were beautiful, popular and a party girl and she's lost a lot of her supply to the dreaded 'pretty girl discount' that she just couldn’t help but give out one too many times to girls like you before ultimately being ghosted. So despite her reputation of being a player and her absolute love of pussy she decided to focus on school and her dealings for the time being, a pussy hiatus if you will. This also meant that she was choosing to suppress any and all feelings that were associated with your smiling face, gorgeous body and sweet voice every single weekend, until tonight that is. You had taken the plunge and properly introduced yourself and struck up some light conversation which quickly turned to heavy flirting, more so on your part at first as you had noticed Ellie's hesitance but obvious interest, but within no time after you had started to draw more attention to your lips, strategically pulled your dress down just that smidge lower and took every opportunity you could to 'innocently' brush up against her the flirting was well and truly two-sided.

It only took an hour of your back and forth eye fucking between Ellie’s sales before you found yourself in your current situation, being harshly dropped on the bathroom counter, the cool marble coming as a cold shock to the back of your thighs. Ellie’s lips not once leaving yours as her hands wandered from your hips to the tops of your thighs, caressing your smooth skin.

“Did you lock the door?” You mumbled against her lips as you pulled off her denim over shirt and threw it to the floor.

“Yes,” came her quick response as her lips moved from yours and began making their way down your neck to the swell of your breasts.

“Are you sure?” You breathed out, your head rolling back.

You let out a sharp gasp as her hands yanked your legs so that your ass was on the edge of the counter. She made quick work of your dress, shoving the bottom half up to your hips, one hand going straight to your aching cunt and cupping it, the palm of her hand pushing oh so deliciously on your clit.

“I’m sure,” she responded lowly, eyes piercing into yours.

You nodded as she quirked her eyebrow, what you were agreeing to you didn’t care but you couldn’t help but gulp as you watched her slowly lower herself to her knees, only tearing her eyes from yours as she came face to face with her prize, your throbbing and leaking pussy that had been yearning for Ellie since she arrived at the loud, sweaty frat house.

Ellie's fingertips began softly exploring your thighs, her lips right behind them leaving a trail of purpling bruises as she sucked and nibbled, getting closer and closer to where you wanted her most but offering nothing more than her hot breath over your clothed pussy.

You couldn't help but whine as you watched her, bottom lip trapped between your teeth as your breathing picked up, and eyes got wider, silently pleading for any sort of stimulation.

"Look at you," she began with a smirk, meeting your eyes, "so confident out there, practically sitting in my lap and begging me to fuck you and now this? You're not going all shy on me now are you princess?”

You quickly shook your head to which she chuckled at and went back to work kissing and biting at your thighs causing your hips to involuntarily jut up, her mouth so close.

Ellie's smirk returned as she pulled away again, her hands coming to your hips to firmly steady them.

"Now don't be like that, if you're not shy then tell me what you want huh?"

She took one finger to slowly trace from your covered clit down to your hole, the flimsy piece of fabric almost mocking you as much as Ellie was.

"Want you to make me feel good," you breathed out, slightly embarrassed by the control she had over your body.

"Now be more specific," Ellie teased offering a light, barely there kiss to your clit through your panties.

"Fuck you," you whined, both annoyed and desperate.

"Well I'm trying to fuck you actually, so use your fucking words, and for the attitude you can use your manners now too."

Throwing any sort of strength you had out the window you gave her what she wanted. "Please Ellie, I want your mouth, please."

With a smug chuckle Ellie pulled the soaked panties off of one leg, leaving them to dangle over the opposite ankle, threatening to fall off before Ellie threw both of your legs over her shoulders.

"Was that so hard?" Came Ellie's infuriatingly delicious voice right before she took your throbbing heat to her lips and began to absolutely devour you.

Whatever teasing she had in her was long gone the second she tasted your sweet goodness, her grip on your thighs were strong, fingernails digging into your skin as she generously licked up your arousal, stopping only to take your puffy clit between her lips as she began to suck.

"Oh my fucking god, Ellie!" You squealed one hand grabbing the side of the counter to steady yourself and the other going to the back of Ellie's head to push her impossibly closer.

Ellie gave a light slap to the side of your thigh as she pulled back briefly to shush you. Despite the blaring music coming from downstairs, just one keen ear passing by would definitely hear what you were up to, not that she cared so much about what other people thought but she also wasn't sure how you would feel post pussy eating bliss to find out the whole party knew what had gone down between you and a certain drug dealing dyke.

You threw your head back, eyes squeezed shut as you poorly attempted to suppress your moans, grinding your pussy against Ellie's eager mouth, she lapped you up as if this were her first meal of the day, rotating between sucking your clit and practically making out with your cunt.

Your attempts at silencing yourself were for nothing. The second Ellie added her fingers to the mix, your head hit the mirror behind you, soaps and toothpastes fell to the floor, one of your heels slid off your foot as you tensed your legs around her shoulders and gripped her hair tighter.

"Fucking hell!" You gasped out between loud moans, your chest heaving with your tits ready to spill out as your breathing became erratic. A sight Ellie wanted posterised and taped to her bedroom wall.

Ellie took no time in finding your sweet spot, sucking your clit and hitting your spot at the perfect pace with her two fingers in a come hither motion.

Although she relished in the sound of your moans it took only a few moments for her to realise that there was no way you would be able to silence yourself, if anything you were just getting louder.

She quickly reached the hand that wasn't busy pleasing you up your body before glancing up to find your lips and stuffing two of her fingers straight in your mouth.

You sighed in contentment at this and gripped her arm tight as you felt yourself getting closer to your release, your moans now muffled around Ellie's fingers as your legs began to shake and your hips to stutter against her.

Tears of absolute bliss leaked from the corners of your eyes as you chased your high, your nails digging into Ellie's arm as you all but screamed around her fingers, she only stopped her assault on your pussy when you desperately began pulling away from the sensitivity.

Your eyes were closed once again as Ellie slowly stood up, coming between your thighs and despite your whines pulled her fingers from your mouth only to swap them with the ones that as of just a moment ago were bringing you to absolute euphoria.

You sucked your juices off sloppily as Ellie watched on meeting your eyes, her stare holding you in almost a trance like state with her thumb lightly resting on your bottom lip even after you released her fingers.

"See what happens when you use your words sweetheart?" Ellie taunted quietly.

"You're the worst," you breathed out as she removed her thumb

"Yet the best you've ever had," she retorted helping you off the counter and holding on to you as your thighs shook slightly while you slid your almost forgotten shoe back on.

"Might need a little more convincing then that," you attempted to tease back as you looked around for your panties, still completely fucked out but now capable of standing on your own.

"As long as you remember to bring your manners," Ellie winked pulling your dress down from your hips to an acceptable length before showing you your panties as she stuffed them into her jean pocket.

"You can get them when you come back for some more convincing."

[tarbuchyloewenthal]

Sabina's Duel - Secret St. Waidwen Gift Exchange

here's my @secret-st-waidwen-exchange gift - a fic for @sun-marie's Sabina & Eamoc (rest of the story after the break). i hope you enjoy! i love sabina and eamoc. they were so fun to write. i'm always nervous about writing someone else's OC, so i hope i did these two justice.

Sabina's Duel

Sabina started at the outlines of kith moving in the copper and adra cage. She hadn’t expected to find anyone at the Engwithan digsite alive, not after seeing the smattering of the now all-too-familiar ashy remains Eothas left in his wake. With every second, it seemed the shape of another kith would appear behind the adra and bunch up near the door. The copper on the cage began to rattle and voices cried out, too muffled to understand.

With hesitant steps, Sabina crept closer. She was still a bit on edge from a brine imp nearly getting the drop on her near the subterranean pool. Eamoc, on the other hand, couldn’t have been less bothered, sauntering up to one of the fallen animancers to give them a sniff.

“Eamoc!” Sabina yelled. The stag snapped his gaze to her. The effigy he’d been investigating crumbled into ash that dusted the top of his snout, drawing out a sneeze that sent him reeling back a couple steps. “Per complancanet! Stop smelling the deceased and come help with whatever’s in this cage.”

“Better smelling the dead than rummaging through my pack for my pipe weed,” Edér said. He sat on a supply box toward the edge of the arena with his pipe in hand, already lit, and watched Xoti saunter up to the dead shaking her lantern. 

“You’re not helping.”

“Figure I already helped plenty. Fighting wildlife. Dragging your soulless body aboard the ship.” The latter claim drew an irritated stamp of the hoof from Eamoc. Edér might have carried her onboard the Defiant, but Sabina’s animal companion had been the one to carry her across the Dyrwood in Eothas’ wake. Edér coughed up some smoke at the stag’s displeasure. “Now, I ain’t discounting all your work my animal friend.”

Sabina’s retort died on her tongue, cut off by muffled whispers behind the door of the animancers’ cage. “Hello! Is anyone out there?” a lone voice finally shouted from among the multitude. “Is it safe to come out? Those creatures are dead?”

“Si, si. The creatures are gone”

The door to the cage rattled around as those inside struggled to undo the latch. Eventually the door swung inward and a gaggle of kith stepped out, some with horror at seeing their ashen colleagues, others merely glad to be breathing fresh air. They were all Vailian, at least in dress. Fashionable, practical, yet completely inappropriate for the claustrophobically humid climate.

After the usual pleasantries, Sabina informed the animancers of the job she’d agreed to do for Governor Clario. If the revelation that the party had arrived only for Oderisi’s notes had shocked the woman, Benessa, leading the scholars, she did a remarkable job of hiding it, instead thinking a moment as if deciding what to do next might weigh heavily on her.

“If you are going inside the ruins, you should take Engferth with you,” said Benessa.

An elf who had been standing near the back of the crowd shuffled forward with his eyes pointed firmly toward the ground.

Edér gawked and nearly dropped his pipe on the ground. “Hey! He looks an awful lot like –”

Aloth, thought Sabina. Her heart skipped a beat. How long had it been? Two years? Three? 

“He knows a great many spells! He cast fire to chase away the panthers, but the tents nearly caught fire,” one of the animancers said.

“You mean he nearly burned the last of our provisions,” another added.

Sabina made eye contact with Aloth, her left eyebrow cocked, and a grin spread across her face. “Oh? Tell me more about Engferth.”

Aloth’s eyes grew wide in panic. A rosy hue bloomed on his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

“He came with a glowing recommendation from the Academy in Selona,” said Benessa.

“Is this really necessary? We should –”

“A glowing recommendation?”

The red blush on the poor elf’s face deepened. Anyone who so much as glanced at him would see just how flustered he was.

“‘A pupil of unnatural talent’, the letter said. Though apparently misunderstood and disregarded by his fellows.”

The animancer who complained about the nearly burned rations muttered, “I cannot imagine why.”

“Now that we’ve established my credentials, I think we should move on, don’t you? I’m sure this helpful stranger here would rather not tarry.”

“Of course, but you should know something about Engferth,” Sabina said to Benessa. All the color on Aloth’s face drained. His face now glistened with a cold sweat, and he pleaded to Sabina with his eyes. Sabina drew out the moment just a bit longer. The man was far too easy to rile up, and she missed doing so. “He’s more than welcome to join us.”

The tension Aloth had been carrying in his shoulders dissipated and he let out a long breath. 

“Be careful, Aimico,” said Benessa as she squeezed Aloth's hand. The two gazed at one another just long enough for the moment to grow awkward. And when Aloth moved to join Sabina’s party, Benessa’s hands were tugged along for a second before she let them slide back toward her.

The gesture was not lost on Sabina, and a peculiar knot grew in the pit of her stomach. She remembered there being something similar between her and Aloth, though she had been reticent to let her feelings be known. And Aloth sure as hell would never be the first to admit such. To see even this expression of fondness, and with an animancer of all the kith in Eora, had Sabina off kilter. It had been some time since they’d last seen one another, but she’d hoped that spark was still there.

Sabina did not have long to ponder this latest development before Aloth sidled up to her and whispered, “Thank you for your discretion, though I could have done without you making sweat so thoroughly.”

Sabina gathered herself. “Could you at least tell me how you ended up making friends with animancers?”

“I promise I’ll answer all your questions later. Not where there are ears to hear.”

Later. Between a rampaging god in an adra colossus, scurvy-addled pirates, and trading companies that reminded Sabina far too much of the warring dynasties in Old Vailia, who knew if there would even be a later?

Eamoc stared after the elf as he gathered his effects. When Sabina caught the stag’s eye, he gave her an irritated snort.

“Oh don’t be a postenago. Give him a chance. You’ll like him, I promise.”

It turned out chasing a god was exhausting, physically and spiritually. Sabina was glad to have a moment’s respite between fighting kith and creature and getting yanked to and fro in the inbetween and the beyond. Her and her companions sat around a large fire on the beach, sharing stories and rum while Clario and Ikawa’s people patched up the Voyager. Occasionally, she sang along to the worker’s songs. They weren’t the most sophisticated pieces of music, yet that only meant she had ample opportunity to add in her own flourishes.

Eamoc seemed to be the only one not in high spirits. He spent long periods of time glaring at Aloth and looking back at Sabina, though Sabina remained blissfully unaware of this as the evening progressed.

When a lull in the conversation hit, she looked across the flames at Aloth. He was thumbing through the pages of his grimoire, as he did near constantly out in the field, squinting at the runes in the faint light of the fire. The knot that had made itself at home in Sabina’s gut had not gone away. In fact, it seemed to announce itself with renewed vigor every time she saw him over these past few days. She needed to know where things stood, but she could not think of any way to broach the topic delicately. So instead she did what she always did - tease him.

“You should enchant your runes so they glow in the dark,” she said, sitting next to the wizard.

“I don’t think that’s possible, frankly. Otherwise I would, trust me.”

The two glanced at Edér excusing himself to find more whiteleaf to pack in his pipe. There was still plenty left in it, but it didn’t take a genius to see that Xoti had sidled up too close to the guy. 

“Well maybe you should write that enchantment. Aloth’s Incandescent Pages or something. Could get you into the Circle of Archmagi.”

“Please. As if I would debase myself by associating with those self-serving fools.”

“You seemed plenty eager to talk with Concelhaut before we made him our pet.”

“I did not!” Aloth sputtered. “I resent that description of events.”

“Then maybe instead you’ll finally tell me how you ended up as an undercover animancer.”

Aloth looked away at an indeterminate point down the beach. “It’s a bit of a story. One I’m not entirely sure I’m ready to tell.”

His avoidance only lent credence to the feeling that he’d moved on from Sabina. She needed something, anything, to distract herself or get the truth out of him as soon as possible. Scanning the beach, she spotted a pile of driftwood with plenty of thin, sword-length sticks, reminding her of the rapier duels they had on their travels through the Dyrwood.

“I’ll make you a deal, Signore Corfiser. I’m curious to see if your swordplay has improved, so let’s have a duel. Beat me, and you don’t have to say anything. Maybe I’ll even buy you a grimoire. But if I win, you tell me everything.”

“Surely you don’t mean a duel with our actual swords?”

Sabina stood and dusted the sand off her trousers. “And why not? We could duel to first blood,” she said, smirking.

“I could injure you! And I certainly hope you would not wish to injure me!”

“Aw, it won’t be that bad Aloth. Could be she just likes her men with scars and she’s lookin’ to decorate,” said Edér as he returned from finding his whiteleaf pouch.

“I think scars are awful fetching,” said Xoti.

“She wouldn’t!” Aloth turned to Sabina, who had made her way to the driftwood pile. “You wouldn’t, right?”

Sabina couldn’t help but let out a mirthful laugh. “You shouldn’t let Edér rile you up like that.”

“Edér? You’re the one who wants to stab me!”

“Calma. We duel with sticks.” 

Sabina tossed a stick to Aloth. He bobbled it between his hands a few times before it dropped to the sand.

“And if I don’t wish to duel?”

“If you don’t, it’ll be disappointing for Xoti ‘n me. I missed watching you crazy kids fight.”

Aloth rotated the stick in his hands. It wasn’t long before he caved to the pressure. “Oh alright.”

“Gellarde! En garde!”

Sabina wasted no time in thrusting her improvised weapon toward the elf. Even off balance and taken by surprise, he parried it easily. Sabina pressed the initiative, but Aloth quickly found his stance and moved to the offensive.

When the two dueled, it often felt like the beginning of a dance constantly being interrupted. Aloth, of course, had the dexterity typical of sceltrfolc to go with his education by the Aedyran gentry. Sabina was direct. The streets and back alleyways of Old Vailia were her teachers. The interplay created a staccato of movement. Flowing and abrupt. Delicate and brutish. Angry and dispassionate.

But it was an unexpected closing of the distance from Aloth that sent Sabina stumbling backward. He’d stepped into her cut and grabbed her hand. And when he missed the opportunity to strike with his weapon, he shoved her out of reach. She couldn’t tell whether it had been an actual mistake, or an intentional holding back on the part of her sparring partner.

Shit, he’s actually really improved. Or maybe Eothas stole the part of my soul that was good at fencing.

Scurrying backwards, Sabina was desperately close to losing the duel. And that was when Eamoc charged in and trundled Aloth to the ground. The stag stood over him, pawing a hoof into the sand.

It had taken everybody so by surprise that the only response was to laugh. Except for Aloth, who awaited a trampling with an undignified screech.

“Madiccho! Where did that come from?” Sabina said to Eamoc between her giggles as she stepped between him and Aloth. “Thank you for protecting me, but it was not necessary! Apologize to poor Aloth.”

Eamoc gave an irritated snort and retreated a few steps.

Aloth had scrambled away from Eamoc into the edge of the surf, his back now drenched. As he sat up, Sabina pointed her driftwood sword at his chest.

“I win!”

“You did not! Using the stag is cheating.”

“I guess we’ll just have to get a tie breaking vote. Edér!”

Edér, who had been doubled over laughing, straightened himself. “My vote is for the Watcher. Eamoc’s basically her other half nowadays, anyway.”

“Edér is not impartial. Of course he takes the animal’s side!”

“Too late, it’s been decided. Now let’s get you out of the water.”

Sabina took Aloth’s arm and nearly yanked him out of the sand. They ended up standing nose to nose. Sabina searched Aloth’s eyes for any hint of his feelings, desperate for any positive sign. To prove her catastrophizing wrong. His gaze was soft and his breath was warm on her face, but that could mean anything. Yet they lingered like that. Sabina couldn’t tell for how long. Was it longer than Aloth had held Benessa’s hand? When you’re smitten with someone it’s impossible to tell how long the small moments last. All she knew was that it felt like an eternity when she was living them.

“We’re ready to set sail with the tide, Cap’n!” Beodul yelled down from the forecastle.

With a short cough, Aloth let go of Sabina’s arm. “Thank you. If it really means so much to you, we can speak at length once we’re underway,” he said, shuffling off to grab his pack.

As she stared after him, she felt the knot she’d been carrying untie itself. She felt light, as though the entirety of Eora was before her.

Edér came up to her and slapped her on the back. “Just so you know, I woulda voted for you even if you’d taken a tumble at the end there. Never did like how Aedyrans do fencing.”

It wasn’t long before the Voyager was finally out to sea and bound for gleaming Neketaka. Sabina stood at the helm next to Eamoc and looked to the glittering expanse of the horizon. Distant ships disappeared beneath it, on their own routes to parts unknown. 

"Keep a close eye on the helm, boy. I'm heading below deck." At this Eamoc shook his head. "What? Don't give me that. Aloth's great. Just give it time."

Sabina hoped to make up for lost time. She'd worried she wouldn't have the chance to do so, but now. . . well, there was no time like the present.

[atthedugouts]

The Family Discount

It was a slow day at the Kash and Grab. Ian and Mickey passed the time by trying to find the oldest item in the store.

"This pack of gum is from two years ago," Ian say holding up pack.

"Does gum even expire?" Mickey scoffs. "This nacho dip is from fucking 1998."

"Whoa, dare you to eat it," Ian says with a laugh.

The ding of the door sounds and Ian and Mickey look to see who is entering the shitty establishment.

"Oh shit," Mickey groans as he sees his two older brothers walk in.

"Yo little brother," Iggy calls out and slaps Mickey on the shoulder. "We heading to Joey's house party think you can supply the beer?"

"You got money all the sudden?" Mickey answers.

"Figured we get a family discount," Colin winks.

"I don't even get an employee discount," Mickey says rolling his eyes.

"Come on," Iggy pleads. "We know you always suppling Mandy with those starburst."

"Any thing you get will come out of his pay check," Ian informs.

Mickey stares at Ian which he knows to take as a threat. Ian realizes his mistake.

"Sweet," Colin smiles. "Sounds like the beer is free."

The two older Milkoviches take the beer and some snacks and make their exit.

"What you smiling at?" Mickey questions. "You owe me your pay check now."

"They took the nacho dip."

[democratthatlovesguns]

How greed is the main factor driving inflation.

And why didn't the Biden administration rollback the tariffs that the Trump administration set in place, if it would have reduced inflation?

Okay so, unlike MAGA republicans, the Biden administration knows that it's important to listen to expert economists on topics in which they recognize they have a great deal of bias. And the Biden administration knows how to weigh the options available and determine what is best for everyone regardless of political party.

The truth is, removal of the Trump tariffs would only have improved inflation slightly and temporarily, but the cost of removal would possibly come at great risk to the American people. That is what the experts said, and their expertise was what Biden trusted in keeping the tariffs; it was not because they were the magic potion solution to a recovering economy that Trump would have you believe.

Biden's actions, of course, are in great contrast to Trump and let's state just one example, Obamacare. Trump was shown and told many times that repealing Obamacare would result in very negative outcomes for a lot of Americans. Did he give one fuck about that? NO. He tried multiple times to repeal the law completely, and replace it with "a concept of a plan."

Back to inflation.

In the last three years, late 2021 to present, many people saw themselves rethinking their careers and their choices in life - without taking money too much into consideration. Great news for opportunist assholes like Kevin O'Leary.

What happens when a large portion of the population decides to "reinvent" themselves? Usually it means they're willing to take a pay cut to obtain an entry level position in a career they always wanted or wanted to at least try OR it means that they take a leap and try to run their own business.

That's great news to owners and shareholders of large corporations: A large wave of entry level applicants to non-union jobs. Greed dictates, as Kevin O'Leary does, that you should fire the guy working forty-hour weeks and earning his living wage after twenty years of consistent quality work; greed says "fire that guy and hire two new guys at minimum wage and if you can, no overtime pay."

And the greed does not end there.

Using "inflation" as a pretext large corporations were able to drive down the price of labor across the supply chain. Look at how many owner operators in the trucking business went out of business ... Look at why Yellow Logistics went bankrupt - they could not pay the living wage "rate" that the union needed for it's workers. A surplus of available labor in the industry resulted in starvation wages, literally. Read some of the stories out there, there were truckers literally paying to take loads instead of earning from taking loads.

And it wasn't just the truckers, people in the background like freight brokers also took big hits "because ... inflation."

So what did assholes like Kevin O'Leary do to help consumers and small businesses?

Owners and shareholders were enjoying substantial savings in manufacturing labor, transport, retail workers, all granted because "inflation" and people became scared of losing their jobs. Did they pass on the savings to consumers? Sure, in the MAGA world with alternative facts (fiction) that's presumably what they did. In the real world, they jacked up prices ... "because ... inflation."

Small retail business didn't stand a chance either. Large retailers could always negotiate massive discounts on wholesale purchases that mom and pop shops could never leverage to compete with. Anybody starting a small retail business soon found it was better to go out out business than continue to lose money.

So corporate leaders enjoyed substantial savings across the board and continued to raise prices for consumers ...

AND THEN THEY REPORTED RECORD PROFITS! IN SOME INSTANCES, MANY TIMES THEIR WILDEST PROJECTIONS.

Look at the collusion in the meat industry and companies like Pepsi and Coca Cola if you need more details.

Yet, Elon is able to convince half of the American people that "big cuts" are necessary to reduce America's debt. He's certainly not going to cut money that gets funneled to his pockets, for sure. He is going to cut social security and Medicare because we all know how frivolously old people spend their money. I mean, I understand.

It's like Senator Ron Johnson said, "Senior citizens have misused social security and that's why I want it to sunset."

TBH, many a time, I have had to drive to the club ... the strip club ... to drag grandma out of there. She's in there all like "make it rain bitches" while tossing fitties and hundeds in the air and buying everyone round after round of cognac. Grandma is all like, "fitties for them titties"! And I'm all like, "Grandma you incorrigible lesbo! What about your insulin and your rent?!" [I can use the word lesbo because I have zero lesbian friends ... That's not my preference, I just have a "military look" and people make assumptions (not unfounded).]

Anyway, so what do they do when Kamala Harris states that safeguards against price gouging should be rolled out to help the American people, and that corporations should be taxed more to pay for social benefits like health care and education (that will never be paid through bullshit trickle down economics)? They send a complete dumbass anti-Semitic asshole like Mel Gibson to call Kamala Harris low IQ and stupid when it comes to economics.

To clarify, Kamala Harris understands economics much better than Mel Gibson ever will. She also understands greed and what it can drive innocent sounding people to do.

Yes, ideally, corporations would pay zero tax ... But in such an ideal world, everyone employed by the corporation from the janitor to the CEO would earn enough from a forty hour work week (not a one hundred hour work week as proposed by Elon) to afford housing, food, health care, transportation, and everyone would still have a little left over for a Sunday steak dinner with the family and a little entertainment. This ideal world will never come to be, not because it's impossible, but because greedy assholes like Elon don't believe workers "deserve" such an existence as lowly employees.

WE DON'T TAX CORPORATIONS TO BE ASSHOLES, WE TAX THEM BECAUSE WE WANT THEM TO PAY THEIR FAIR SHARE OF THE SOCIAL SERVICES THEIR WORKERS AND THEIR FAMILIES HAVE EARNED.

The people that will suffer the most under Elon's rule on government spending will be the children, the elderly, the mentally or physically disabled. When you cast your vote, have them in mind, and ask yourself how much should they suffer so that Trump, Elon, and their billionaire friends can grow their "ego" wealth.

[apollogrip]

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[4throbin4life]

I know there are a lot of various DP x DC crossover fics but I can never find one that I feel would suit both fandoms.

Like imagine a Jason adopting a kid Danny for whatever reason (preferably a "Danny is hurt and in a little kid body but remembers everything" trope) and Vlad bursting into the situation and challenging Danny for his crown (in front of everyone and on the watchtower but I'll also take other places as long a majority if not all of the bat-clan is there)

Like look:

Everyone on the watchtower for a JL meeting that requires the whole bat-clan for whatever reason and Danny being there bc he didn't want to leave Jason and Jason knew if he left Danny at the manor he would only follow. As Superman was in the middle of his drabble, about whatever reason their there, a cold burst of air comes from Danny's mouth.

Everyone in the room looking to him, not only to make sure he's ok but to also see if he needs help because the only explanation here is that the kid just unlocked a new ability, only to find the kid frantically looking around as if in search of something. Before Jason can get up from his seat to see if his son is ok a random man just appears in the middle of the room.

"well well little badger. I see you have a new look" the man that honestly looks dressed to go to a Halloween party said with his attention solely on Danny. Jason pulled out his gun and aimed it at the gut but before he could do anything a hand stopped him(dont care who or why but he was stopped). As he was going to call for his son the boy started talking back to the stranger.

"what do you want Vlad" Danny spit the mans name at him as if it were a curse word. The man, Vlad and Danny helpfully supplied, just scowled at the boy. "I see you have yet to learn any manners, little badger. Though it is ok once I take the crown from you and take you under my wing you will be the perfect son, yet." The comment on him making Danny his son made Jason see red but before he could react his son barked out a laugh that could serve no other purpose than to mock Vlad.

Danny's laughter died down a couple minutes later and every second that went past made Vlad's face contort in anger. Then as the laughter went away only came complete seriousness. "Vlad, the day I take you as my father will be the day after my core is shattered. I may be in a weakened state but you could never be anywhere close to my level. You will never be my father you discounted Dracula froot loop."

"How dare you, you insolent brat." Vlad spits as he attacks Danny. The heros in the room try to help but Constantine stops all of them mid step with a spell "I know all you goody two shoes want to help the kids but for whatever reason he has something of great power and even if it didn't sound it, that Vlad fella formally challenged him for it. If any of you intervene your soul will be shattered."

The end(well whoever writes it will need to continue but I won't be because it is 3:52 in the morning and I needed to post this before I went to bed)

If anyone has any recommendations, related to this or not, please put them in the comments🥺🤲🏽

[pollenallergie]

Best friend!Eddie Headcanon(s) ft. Reefer Rick

aka Eddisms: The Reefmix

Reefer Rick doesn’t just supply Eddie with drugs to deal, he also offers Eddie his illegal bootleg copies of movies that are only out in theaters to Eddie for a discounted price.

Rick calls it the “employee discount,” but, considering Eddie is his only dealer at the moment, it might as well just be the “Eddie discount.”

You and Eddie have weekly movie nights. Typically, you rent movies from Family Video for these movie nights like good, morally upstanding citizens. However, once a month, you two indulge in the contraband and have a bootleg movie night wherein you watch whatever new, pirated flicks Rick has to offer.

On these nights, you forgo your weekly trip to family video but still head to the closest convenience store to get snacks because junk food is a necessity for movie nights.

Then, Eddie heads to Reefer Rick’s place to “rent” the flicks from him, leaving you back at the trailer to get everything set up for your movie night, much to your chagrin. You kinda hate that Eddie never brings you along with him to run his “errands,” mostly because you hate being left out. It’s not like you actually want to be involved in his illicit activities, but it still sucks to be excluded. Nevertheless, you prepare the spread of junk food, order the pizza, and transform the Munsons’ living room into the ultimate, cozy movie night cove.

Meanwhile, Eddie’s at Rick’s, buying the films and some weed for personal consumption, a movie night must-have. Unfortunately, such an exchange also involves shooting the shit with Rick for about an hour because he’s the only man who can out-chatterbox Eddie. These conversations usually involve Rick, who thinks of himself as Eddie’s mentor, giving the youngest Munson life advice that he definitely didn’t ask for and ranting about whatever sociopolitical issues he’s been hyper-focusing on lately, such as the military-industrial complex, the bullshit War on Drugs, really, any mostly-valid-yet-still-a-bit crackpot anti-establishment rhetoric you can think of, Ricks probably spewing it at Eddie. Honestly, these conversations are more like scatterbrained lectures; the kind filled with lots of ‘um’s and long pauses, the kind where Rick forgets what he’s talking about after a while and jarringly switches topics, starting a new lecture entirely without giving poor Eddie so much as a subtle verbal cue.

After retrieving the films and robotically nodding along to these scatterbrained lectures, Eddie returns to the trailer and is immediately accosted by your incessant complaining about the fact that he never lets you go with him to pick up stuff from Rick’s. At this point, your grumbling is part of the routine.

Of course, Eddie’s always quick to remind you that it’s not about wanting you to “sit at home and play housewife” for him (your go-to accusation, you little feminist you), but that he simply doesn’t trust Rick around you because, in Eddie’s words, Rick’s “sketchy” and “a total perv.”

In all honesty, Rick’s harmless; a drug dealer/supplier who has no qualms with dealing to minors, but otherwise harmless. Rick’s nothing more than a stoner punk with access to semi-decent weed that is somehow both a genius and a being that completely lacks common sense, hence why Eddie’s unofficial PoliSci professor has been caught by Hawkin’s PD a few times.

The real reason Eddie doesn’t want you around Rick is that he’s intimidated by him. More specifically, Rick is a fucking hot, with his various tattoos and anti-establishment ideals. He’s about ten years your senior, though the way he somehow balances tranquil maturity with enough oddball immaturity makes him seem five or six years younger than he actually is. Not to mention, he’s just educated enough to have some semi-intellectual conversations (Rick went to college at Purdue and flunked out during his junior year because he spent too much time partying and doing drugs), but he’s also somehow dumb enough for it to be sort of endearing, likely as a result of all the hard drugs killing his brain cells or whatever. Truthfully, Rick’s oddly charming in ways that Eddie doesn’t think he ever could be (little does Eddie know, he’s his own brand of oddly charming, and his type of charm has already made you fall for him), and, well, that scares the shit out of Eddie because, in his eyes, Rick is exactly the type of guy that could steal you away from him before he ever even gets the chance to tell you, his best friend, how hopelessly in love with you he is. No, no way, not happening. Therefore, Eddie’s decided that you can never ever find out who Reefer Rick actually is and you can certainly never meet him. Eddie can’t prevent the two of you from crossing paths in the grocery store, but he can prevent you two from ever properly meeting and talking to each other.

Anyways… Once Eddie has amply reassured you that you didn’t miss out on anything and that he’s not leaving you behind because you’re not a dude, he pops in one of the flicks, coaxes you onto the couch, and snuggles up with you as the two of you prepare to watch a really shitty quality version of a movie that you two are honestly indifferent to (hence why you two aren’t going to see it in theaters) and that, for some reason, has large, bold, poorly-translated Turkish subtitles on it.

[still-not-over-transformers]

Hii there!

Can I request a Mirage x fem!reader, where the reader is celebrating New year with Noah and the other autobots, and the reader was drinking a lot and got drunk, then became sassy and playful to Mirage.

Thx, I love your writtings btw <3

New Year's Resolutions

ROTB Mirage x Female Human Reader

Word Count: 1400+

Warnings: Drunken Flirting, Alcohol usage, Language

You had been best friends with Noah Diaz since middle school, and remained close while he was in the army. After he was discharged, you often provided him with supplies for his technological tinkering once you scored a job at RadioShack, utilizing your employee discount to get stuff cheap. Noah and his family were like a second family to you, often visiting unannounced at the apartment, bringing snacks and helping Kris with defeating video game bosses. When Noah disappeared whilst on his mission with the Autobots to save the world from being devoured by Unicron, you took care of Kris while his mom went to work. 

After those events ended, you had so many questions for Noah, but he always seemed to give you rather vague answers about a job internship in South America. You knew he was hiding something, but assumed he would tell you when the time was right. Kris was the first to let it slip about Mirage. You chalked it up to a little kid’s imagination, after all Kris played a LOT of video games. 

Then there was the day where you decided to surprise Noah at his shop with the latest tech product Radioshack had released. Since this was to be a surprise, you didn’t announce your presence, instead opting to sneak through the shop. You heard Noah’s voice around a corner, and picked out a second that you didn’t recognize. As you stepped around the corner, you were shocked to find Noah talking casually with a giant fucking robot. Your shock makes you drop the object in your hand, the object clattering on the floor. 

Noah turned around at the sudden sound, clearly not expecting to see you, “Oh shit… Y/N, don’t panic. I can explain.” 

Mirage shot a glare at Noah and raised his arms, “Why are you talking about me like you got caught cheating? Sheesh, that’s the treatment I get, bro?” He turns to look at you, “Look cutie, I’m not gonna hurt anyone here. I’m one of the good giant alien robots.” He winks at you. Mirage leans in towards Noah and quietly whispers, “Where have you been hiding her? Why didn’t you introduce me?” Noah brushes him off, clearly not in the mood for Mirage’s antics. 

While you’re taken aback by the tall, blue robot before you, you’re calmed slightly by Mirage’s chill and somewhat charming attitude. Besides, something about his optics and his dumb smile made you want to trust him. Noah had no choice but to tell you the whole story; how he met Mirage, the deal with the Autobots, saving the world… the works. 

After your initial encounter with Mirage, Noah would go on to introduce you to the rest of the Autobots. Optimus trusted Noah’s judgment and welcomed you into the team, much to the excitement of a certain blue mech. When Noah was busy at work or off with his family, you would find Mirage randomly popping up wherever you were, often claiming he was bored and had no one else to talk to. So over the course of a few months, you and Mirage would spend more time together. You’d get to know Mirage’s dorky sense of humor, and his tendency to want to show off and get attention. Attention would be something you started to crave from Mirage, as you came to realize you may have a crush. 

The end of the year 1994 approached quickly, and that meant one of the biggest holidays in human culture, especially in New York City: New Year’s Eve. With a lot of convincing from Mirage, Noah decided to host a New Year’s Eve party with the Autobots to have them participate in human celebrations in their warehouse base. Of course, you had been invited to the party, and you were curious as to what festivities were planned. As the night began, there was a massive television set on the channel awaiting the ball drop. You assumed it had been supplied by Reek, but didn’t ask questions. 

For the select few human guests, Noah had supplied a small bar with sparkling wine, and other various liquors and mixers. It was New Year’s after all, tradition demanded booze. You started out the night with just one margarita, mixing it yourself at the bar. Meanwhile, Mirage made his way over to you, “Hey Y/N, how’s it hanging?” He had a grin on his face that made you a little weak in the knees. 

“Oh, hey Mirage. I’m doing good. Just making myself a quick drink,” you flashed a nervous smile at him, feeling both exhilarated and embarrassed simultaneously. This is stupid, no way an alien robot would like me that way, your thoughts hung over you as you tried to conceal your nervousness. 

As the night continued, Noah chose to introduce the Autobots to human games. Throughout each game, Mirage stuck close to you, often cracking the corniest jokes in existence. Each interaction causes more butterflies to flutter in the pit of your stomach, in turn triggering you to consume more alcoholic drinks in your nervous state. You did a decent job of concealing your intoxication, until the game of Twister started. As teams were assigned, Mirage volunteered you as his partner, leaving a surprised Noah to pair up with Bumblebee. 

At this point you were tipsy, but you were a composed drunk as few noticed your intoxication as you made your way to the mat alongside Mirage. Mirage leaned down to you, “Have you played this before?” You flashed a tipsy smirk at the Autobot mech, “A few times… As long as you’re flexible and don’t get confused, you’ll win. And you seem very… flexible.” 

Mirage cleared his throat at your reply, his cheeks slightly flush as his gaze turned towards the mat. After a brief reading of the rules, the game began with Arcee in charge of reciting the position and color combos, “Left servo on blue!” All four of you quickly moved your hand onto the nearest blue dot. Easy enough. The game continued for some time, as you were all very competitive, but only one of you was intoxicated. 

After one move, Mirage’s frame hovered over your backside in what could be seen as an… intimate position. In your tipsy state you looked up at Mirage with batted eyelids, “Third base and you haven’t even bought me dinner…” 

Your comment has a direct and clear effect on Mirage, causing him to falter and fall onto the mat. The force of his frame hitting the ground shook you off balance, and you too fell, causing Noah and Bumblebee to claim victory. You briefly came to your senses, realizing what a fool you had made of yourself, you got to your feet and made your way to a secluded part of the warehouse. Waves of embarrassment and shame crashed over you, filling you with the fear Mirage might never wish to speak with you again. 

The sound of familiar footsteps made you pause. “Hey, Y/N. You okay?” Mirage stood behind you, a look of concern on his faceplate. 

You felt yet another rush of heat throughout your body but tried to compose yourself. “...I-I’m fine, Mirage. Just maybe too much to drink,” your words were slightly slurred and you stumbled a bit. 

Mirage approached you casually, before bending down and placing a servo on your back to support you, “Hey, I can’t blame you. It’s New Year’s after all, and you humans go crazy for this slag.” He gently repositioned himself into a sitting position, still supporting you with his servo, “Do you need anything? You look like you need something— not that you look bad, I mean— you look great! As always.”

Your cheeks and entire face flush bright scarlet as you struggle to hold back anymore. “I just need you…” As the words leave your lips, you realize you can’t take them back, and fear rattles through your body as you stare into Mirage’s optics. 

Despite the brief silence, Mirage’s gaze locks onto yours and the mech leans close to your face. As the tension fills the air, both of you can hear the others begin the 10 second countdown to the New Year in the adjacent room. 

You blush madly as you try to comprehend if this moment is real or the effect of tequila and sparkling wine, “Mirage, I’m sorry. It’s almost midnight so you should make your own New Year’s Resolution..”

As the echo of voices counted down: 5…. 4…. 3… Mirage gently pulled you close to him, “Y/N, you’re my New Year’s Resolution.”

It felt as if your heart skipped a beat as the words left Mirage’s mouth. As the countdown continued to its last seconds, you leaned forward. 2… your eyes meet. 1… your lips gently lock together. 

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

----END

Thank you for requesting! I appreciate you❤❤❤

[mekkthemighty]

So I've been prepping my next dnd campaign for a bit and I've been going for a sandbox survivalist base builder thing inspired by hxh dark continent, here's what I got so far:

A massive continent filled with magical creatures and hostile wilderness has appeared. Ancient legends speak of many different races coming from a land to the north and it is believed this continent is that land and appears in cycles that last millenia, so while it is around the world superpowers want to take as much of it into our own world as possible and as such have gone in together on establishing a foothold on the continent and create an age of commerce and discovery based on the treasures found there.

Players are the adventurers sent to help establish this FOB and send treasures back to their home countries

Players are encouraged to make up their own home country or region in or around one of the established few superpowers I made for their backstories in order to be involved in the worldbuilding

The map is a bunch of open space that will have its area contents (biome, structures, resources, loot, monsters etc.) filled in as they are explored. There will also be some planned dungeons placed about which can be cleared in stages for big rewards

I've made loot lists of all the natural resources, it includes types of wood, metal, and plants for every damage type and magical effect I could think of to make weapons, ammo, scrolls and throwables with the associated magic power (genuinely made a bunch of them for every type of magic effect), as well as loot lists for treasure chests

Each session starts at the base or a settlement, players pick a quest from the job board, each falls into the one of the general categories:

Explore Territory: the required first step of any area, basically just requires going there and getting back, random encounters rolled on journey and arrival, goal is to return with knowledge of the area's contents

Conquer explored territory: Clearing the area of monsters and establishing a settlement in the area

Gather resource: fetch quest to gather the resources needed for a specific upgrade (the party all want thunder swords or something so go get the thunder metal, I called that one ringrock)

Hunt monster: can be kind of a fetch quest cuz I did create a table of lootable organs and body parts for every creature in the monster manual, but can also be for clearing a goblin camp or killing an especially powerful monster that got generated in a bad location

Plot based quest: so far the ones I have written are tied directly to the town services, the master blacksmith is missing some apprentices who are stuck in the mines, these will be rarer but each is tied to an upgrade to the associated service (discounts and ability to make better gear)

Escorts and Supply Lines: once an area is conquered and a settlement is estqblished, it will require supplies until it becomes self sufficient, the only time this will be actually necessary is immediately after conquering a territory, but can also be done to copy an upgrade from one settlement to another

So the goal of the campaign is to build up the base and establish settlements across the map. The settlements are built as follows:

Clear monsters and build a defensible shelter

Gain control of local resources by escorting specialists to run the town service associated with the resource

With at least one town service, the settlement is considered self sufficient, further services can be built either by escorting in new workers or by doing a quest from the new settlement

Town Services

The following are the different services available in any given settlement, some services can be upgraded from doing an associated quest which effectively unlocks the ability to make better magic items for most of them (increased DCs, damage dice, and advantage when using the facilities yourself)

Alchemist: makes potions, poisons and explosives

Blacksmith: makes weapons and armor from metal

Chapel: provides divine magic, holy water and unlocks hirable clerics and paladins

Chef: makes specialty rations providing buffs

Carpenter: makes staves, wands, bows, and arrows out of wood

Librarian: provides the components needed to copy spell scrolls and spell books, as well as general research needs

Oracle: provides divination services such as scrying and hints about what random encounter I rolled for the current session

Tailor: makes robes, hats, and other clothes

Mercenary Camp: hirable minions for gold, useful for harder adventures or when lacking utility spells in main party

Time passes between sessions, this downtime can be used by players to produce crafts, train skills, learn spells, or engage in business. The party can decide whether they want to upgrade their gear or send their loot back home in return for coin, either way each session ends with some kind of loot and items ordered are made or delivered by next session