#dont take this as mercy..take it as a pity (/s)

[buckpaws]

FITZROYYYYY

@meekoftheweek this one is for u

[hyabbstay]

2:17am - c.s.b

choi soobin x fem!reader

genre: smut (minors DO NOT INTERACT!)

content warnings: masturbation (m), grinding, multiple orgasms, blowjob, soobin has a big dick!, lots of cum c;

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You were woken from your nap by the sound of the slapping of Soobin's balls against his hand, reaching your ears from across the hotel room. He was shameless as you slowly sat up in disbelief, languidly stroking his hard cock while gazing at you from beneath his bangs.

"Mm…" you heard him hiss at a twist of his own wrist around the leaking tip, followed by the rapid smack, smack, smack of his skin. The pleasure overwhelmed him, making Soobin's back slide down the headboard a bit. At a particularly hard stroke, he let his head fall back and his jaw slackened. You watched him at the mercy of his mounting pleasure, moans falling from his luscious lips. He ran his hot tongue over them.

You felt heat pool at your core, watching his brows knit together, sweat coating his neck where his Adams apple bobbed at each labored gulp and gasp while he tried to keep quiet. Soobin's eyes shut tight while he twisted his head to the side, riding out the pleasure on his cock. Your eyes intently followed the beads of sweat that ran from his temple, neck, and down to his heaving chest.

Slowly, his eyes opened, and he saw you watching him, and he moaned brokenly. He forced himself to stay conscious while the buzzing sensation on his cock enveloped him. Soobin wanted to savor the sight of you, sleepy but aroused, eyes blown with your nipples peeking through your loose tank top Slowly, you ground your pussy against your wrist.

"Fuck, baby," Soobin cursed, brushing his sweat-slicked bangs with his free hand then running it shakily down his glistening abdomen, "I want you s-so bad." You realize he had already came previously, cum streaks spread across his stomach. He swiped more of the spent cum from his abdomen to use as lubricant. Not that he needed more.

You silently watched the unsteady rise and fall of his chest, the contractions of his stomach, his thighs tensing and relaxing. The slick, rapid strokes and the fucked-out expression on your friend's face sent a warm sensation straight to your pussy. Who would've thought shy Soobin had the hots for you - and wanted you this bad?

"Soobin-ah."

You didn't expect the effect his name on your lips had on him. Soobin blinked, stuttering in his movements. His palm caught his reddened tip, making him instantly gush out new spurts of cum.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he cried brokenly, gripping his cock and gliding his hand up and down in time with each thick spurt of semen, "you d-dont know what y-you do to m..me."

New streaks of cum joined the ones already on his stomach. Soobin shuddered, sweat running down his temples and neck. He struggled to keep his hot gaze on you while his body spasmed at the intensity of his orgasm. It was so hot. Your unexpected roommate was masturbating to you. Soobin looked delicious in the warm light. As he drew out his orgasm by greedily taking in the outline of your wet pussy through your shorts, you made your way over to his bed.

Soobin cried out again, shivering as your lips found his erect nipples and began suckling. He shoved his cum-covered hand in your hair, guiding you as you traveled down his torso. You licked down his stained stomach until you reached his still hard cock. It was long and girthy, a delicious vein running along the underside.

You looked up, teasing him by just poking out the tip of your tongue. Soobin looked almost pitiful, drenched in sweat and cum. His pleading eyes and lustful gaze screamed give me more.

Finally, you stuck out your tongue and engulfed his huge cock in your warm cavern. Soobin bit his lip and bucked his hips in pleasure, sensitive from his previous orgasms.

You're most ready to take all his cum in your throat, Soobin thinks hazily, and surely, you won't say no to him spearing you on his heavy cock later, either.

You've got a long night ahead.

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[fatgumsurpremacy-remastered]

Hello!

Can I request yandere engineer (after a long chase/ escape attempt) taking his darling s/o for a ride.

*wink wink ;)*

Sure thing!

GO! Yandere Engineer x GN reader almost smut

CW: Curisng, smut, non con, dismemberment, detailed descriptions of gore, obsession, condescention, gaslighting, car "accidents", improper use of power tools, imminent sex Dead dove do not eat.

Authors note: Theres no PNV, or PNA, rather the "smut" occurs with the afforementioned power tools. Please let me know if you want me to make a less violent version. Also its kind of implied Dell is a robot... soyeah

@virginstoner666 (tagging bc you might like it)

The moment their feet hit the sandy ground beneath them the alarms blared. Its moments in fact like these, where scientists would marvel at the capabilities of the human form. To run injured across dangerous, unyielding terrain to escape much bigger adversaires. The moments when humans as a species , fueled by their adrenaline, only make it so far, so fast, because they were fed with their natural chemical superpower.

Dr. Conagher didnt see it that way as he hauled ass in his busted bright red '64 Chevvy. He could hear buzzing in his ears the more irritated he got. Lizards wheezed about eerily in the pitch black desert, alerting the man of just where to look.

Pissed wasn't nearly a strong enough word for the emotion Dell felt as he picked up to a speed his poor truck shouldn't have been running at in such a harsh climate. No...just that morning he'd been the living definition of kind when they first tried to leave, naked body half alive crawling weakly a foot away from their quarters. He granted them the mercy then of not ripping their fleshy ears of their head when he dragged them back sobbing.

They acted like he beat them or something... he did of course, but it wasn't anything undeserved.

Claiming you don't love your spouse is a sin with a capital SIN after all, Dell only served as device to put them in their place. Oh, and it did hurt the engineers cold steam-powered heart, but he couldn't think of a better treatment for the unfaithful.

And still they ran.

The backs of his bottom teeth ground the plaque on his upper incisors as his jaw set, mechanical hand holding the wheel steady as his lights glinted harsh off the broken electric collar on their neck. He was just happy this was close to over as he spun the wheel, sending his truck into a circle of dust, and throwing the car into reverse.

A solid noise followed by a wavering yelp of pain told Dell he accomplished exactly what he wanted to. With a sneer his foot held down the clutch as he roughly shoved the shift into park. The head of his freshly sharpened axe broke the soft, sandy rode as he trudged boredly over to the lump sobbing by his rear tire. "Now sugar, what in gods name are you doin all the way the hell out here?" The night air cracked like a whip in the heavens as the drizzling rain covered the light footprints... all the effort they'd made to get this far. They tried to curl up, to shield themselves from the almost cocky blur of the yellow flashlight Dell had in his left; but with two broken ribs the action was excruciating. They tensed as Dell sneered and took the tip of his steel toed boots up to their tear stricken cheeks. "Much safer inside aint it? And I warned you... didn't I?" He asked, kneeling down above their wheezing display, a look of cruel pity shadowed across his boxy face. "Now you know what Ive said about the world baby, and you know I hate hurtin you... but what have i said before? I said repeatedly, 'now honey you're not gonna like what I do to you if you keep trynna leave.' And you STILL disobeyed me." The grip on their chin bruised abit as he tried to still himself from hurting them. Only a sigh escaped his lips as he stood again, leaning back steadied by the axe held behind his leg.

"Now baby I really dont want to do this--" "Dell please we can ta-"

"No no no. We cant talk! Clearly, if talkin worked youd be back at home pleasin me, stayin safe like youre sposed to! No, talkin aint working, clearly, so Im trying am more holistic approach." He groweled darkly as he rolled his shoulders. "Dell, baby no! Please- it wont- its not going to-" "I know sugar, i'll make sure it doesnt happen again."

Rain poured down harder now as Dell dramatically crossed himself, cap falling to the ground as his leg took a step back to swing.

With a sharp THWACK, the axes blade tore through the flesh and muscle as blood rose back as high as Dells tense shoulders before he went to take another swing. Harsher this time... the pain registers, and the love of Dells life screamed with the pained wails of an injured bird. The sounds only mocked them as they echoed throughout the deep emptiness of the desert. Again the axe came down.

Again the bone broke, oozing all kinds of metallic fluid that mingled with the blood in the shredded muscle, fat tissue catching the blades nicks as Dell had to jostle it out of the pebbly femur he'd decimated. Connective tissue snapped back like tight packaging tape against the warm steel as Dell dropped to his knees. He held his love by the shoulders, tears against their neck as they tried with tired, nerve wracked muscles to writhe and fight their way away.

"No no baby shh,shh its okay, Ive got you..." he looked into their eyes earnestly, cupping a side of their neck in worry as the other held their cheek. He pulled their head down to kiss, holding them against his soft, hairy chest as his gloved hand stroked their head, the other slipping behind to rub their back. "Shh, dont worry Dells got you... you aint gotta cry! It aint that bad, its like pulling teeth with a door yeah?" They shook their heard through tears, refusing to look into his grey eyes as he pulled them back and nodded. "Yeah thats right... it only ever stings a bit, it'll be okay baby, shh."

The metal fingers of one arm soon trailed down their side as he sighed and tried to make right what hed just done.

"What can I do to make it better my love? You want me to love on you a bit?" He asked, chuckling as if what he said was charming."Want me to do it like we did when we first met?"

Scruff scratched their neck as they tried to lean away from his kisses, hands stabilizing theirs as he tried his damndest to make the situation less serious. They shook their head as his skilled mouth left damp hickies across their skin, their squirming drawing ants and dirt into their severed leg. "Hold still sugar I cant... keep you up if you're squirming."

Just the push of the bright yellow button on his wrist sent them into hysterics as they quietly begged him not to do anything, to just take them home. He cooed, chuckling lightly as his drill of arm quickly ripped hole in their pants... well... his pants. But the details werent important, and with their new little injury they could spend their recovery sewing that right back up.

Their little pleas got louder as Dell searched his pockets for the 'right bit'.

"Now baby- baby youve got to stop worryin, its...3:am and we're in the dead centre of the desert, who in their right minds would be out right now. Especially at a time like this?" He asked cheekily, treating all of their words like jokes as he undid the large phillips head with a strange industrial steel bolt shaped bit. He only scratched his head. "Aint much of anything safer I have right now sug'." "Then stop!" "Oh please-" he scoffed playfully as he rolled his metal arm around a 'yada yada' motion, "like youve not done more dangerous with me before. Just sit back and enjoy it."

[taniqetil]

Have I shown Wren here????? I dont think I did!! There he is!  here are some bits of his story: He is one of the forest folk, not really a fae, but one of those whose life is centered around watching over the wild land. tending to animal`s wounds, controlling population when needed, making sure the plants and trees grow healthy, not letting spirits interfere too much with human life, not letting people wander too far in the woods.. He was born into already big family, so, after some time, his parents decided to split away, taking him and his older sister with them, to search for some other place, not yet tended to in such way. Fate had it that such place they found was near one of the larger human cities, one of those that gradually taught itself out ancient folklore wisdoms, those not supplemented but supplanted by newer religious beliefs and science. And when one of Wren`s family showed themselves by accident, the talk of Forest Demons started. Their horns huge, big enough to pierce a bull through, their wings covering the sky dark before they descend on you and their eyes, as black as their soul is the last thing you`ll see if you are not careful.. - such tales were told about the encounter. One thing after another, runaway dog , stray sheep mauled by wolves, cholera outbreak in the outskirts - everything, that was before the result of negligence in some way now could become the fault of those "Demons". In any bad thing townsfolk saw the proof of the rumors they themselves created, spread and multiplied, so, when a child dissapeared, the town was in full blown hysteria. The one at fault screaming justice the loudest. Wren`s family, unsuspecting of any such development, still too busy with moving and settling in and figuring out how to better help the place around them live in harmony and prosper, as it was in their previous home, had no chance to react to the angry screaming crowd that tracked them down and chased them back into their tree nest. Wren lagging behind was waved by his sister to hide in the bushes, and that is the thing that saved him from being burned alive with them that day. That, and the "mercy" of jaeger that found him, same one that helped find their nest felt a fleeting stab of pity when he looked at the tiny "demon" thing, scared and helpless, by the looks of it, a child no more than 10. So he decided to not burden his soul with that particular thing and let Wren go, tearing out his flying feathers though, just in case "so when it grows up it does not hunt humans from above as they do" - he explained to his companions as he was breaking away at the wings Wren haven`t had a chance to fly on. And then, satisfied with his work and satiated with feeling of his self-righteousness he told Wren to run. And Wren ran until he has fallen from exhaustion. Nowadays Wren lives in the ancient woods near a small village. He continued his family`s work, alone, and found solace, and himself, in that work. He doesn`t feel grudge towards humans, though he is wary of them. He will help a person wandering on his territory just as he would any other animal, if they need it, just in a more unnoticed way, such as leaving small signs  and a sturdy stick to lean on on a way of a lost traveler, just as he would help moose out of the bog, leading farmer`s runaway goat back to the meadow where she can be found, with the same feeling of doing the right thing to do as he feels about fixing a mycellium of rare mushrooms damaged by deer`s hoof. His wings have never grown new flight feathers (although they help him to descend soundlessly from the trees down when he hunts), but he fixed himself his own tree nest, in a place of an old watchtower left from some almost forgotten war. It is small but cozy, and does a good job keeping him warm and safe. Not that there`s anyone here that hunts him as they might in other places. This village still lives more by grandma`s tales and old wisdoms, so they treat his almost unnoticed presence as a kind forest spirit. And he, without his own knowledge or care, fits into that image. Go look at his toyhouse for beautiful original concept art by  lisablack89-adopt AND ALSO amazing artfight piece by  Voidtech Т_Т (and his music theme) Tysm for reading! \0/

[shinobusupremecy]

hi ELI ITS BEEN A WHILE!! HRU?? ive been doing okay and i hope u r too!! i've finally wrote shit after like. years ☹ talking to ppl kinda sucked for a bit but now i feel socializing hehe

if you dont mind just dropping a small request! just a lil drabble or hcs, whatever your prefer, shinobu with an s/o who's an absolute simp for her? like, she'd be just doing her own thing and her s/o's just have this huge love struck grin on their face... slays demons? #1 cheerleader. "omigosh she smiled at me aoi-chan :D" "you are literally her gf." ive been feeling a bit of shinobu love recently >:)

HAVE A NICE DAY, THANKS IN ADVANCE!

Shinobu x gn!simp reader

A/N: AHHHH HIIIII! I'VE BEEN DOING GOOD AND I AM GLAD YOU'RE DOING OKAY! AND STOP BY WITH A REQUEST ANYTIME, I DON'T MIND AT ALL. FNAOWAO I LOVE THIS REQUEST!

I’M SO SORRY IF THIS IS TOO LONG, I TRIED TO WRITE IT AS SHORT AS POSSIBLE

Art source

"ARGHH-!” You let out a pained yell as you felt your rib bones breaking on impact with the demons fist. Before you could retaliate the demon kicked your stomach, sending your back into a tree, head slamming against it. 

“Y/N!” You heard Shinobu yell. You tried to take quick shallow breaths, looking up at the sky to try and distract yourself from the pain. 

Suddenly you heard the demon shriek and you looked down to see Shinobu stabbing the demon several times with her sword. 

“YESS SHINOBU!-*cough* KICK HIS ASS UNTIL SUNRISE! MAKE HIM SUFFER!” Shinobu tried to suppress a smile, you were always her #1 cheerleader moments like this. It gives Shinobu such a rush. 

The demon was getting weaker, fighting with less accuracy. 

“I pity you alot, from what I’ve heard you only attack women because you never could find one when you were human. I wanted to give you a more merciful death but, I was out of stock” You heard the faint sound of liquid and you knew Shinobu was switching poison. 

You could only blink and the demon was on the ground writhing in agony, blood pooling out of the demon, pained scream turning into a choked one. You shuddered. 

You looked to your left and it seemed like Shinobu was safe, with one sigh of relief you closed your eyes, letting your tired body sleep. 

-

You suddenly heard someone sitting down, laying things beside them. You slowly opened your eyes, getting greeted with light shining down on your eyes. 

“Hello Y/N, welcome to the world of the living!” Shinobu giggled. You smiled feeling butterflies flutter in your stomach. That genuine smile she gives while the morning sun shines down on her face. She looked ethereal.

“Come on Shinobu, I couldn’t have been gone for that long” You smiled amd Shinobu just shook her head. 

“Hmm, you’ve been asleep for long enough” She said as she kissed your forehead. The butterflies fluttered more wildly in your stomach, ready to burst out any second. 

“Well at least you woke up in good timing. I brought you breakfast” You slowly rose up looking at the breakfast that stood on the table. Shinobu gave you the plate and you ate. 

You offered her some but she insisted that she already ate before she came to you. You watched her as she read a book, the sunshine still shining down on her face making her look ethereal. 

You smiled, having a lovesick grin on your face. You looked at her with hearts in your eyes. Your moment however was interuppted when Aoi nearly stormed in the room looking frustrated as ever. 

“I can’t believe Zenitsu and Inosuke! They’re causing ruckus again! I tried to stop them but they are just so impossible!” Shinobu sighed and rose up. 

“Those two” Shinobu said with an angry smile, vein popping out of her forehead. She turned back to you, her expression much kinder. “I’ll return soon to keep you company” She said, kissing your forehead and giving you a smile. 

As Shinobu walked away you looked at Aoi with sparkle in your eyes.

“omigosh she smiled at me Aoi!” You squealed, fanning your hands. 

“She’s litterally your girlfriend” Aoi replied with a deadpan expression.

Unbeknownst to you both Shinobu walked towards Inosuke’s and Zenitsu’s room, trying to stifle her laugh.

[sunflowersteves]

𝒏𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ❅ 𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒕

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Geralt likes to punish you when you’re being naughty.

author’s note: this isn’t very holiday themed but i hope you all still enjoy!

warnings: fluff, afab fic, SMUT!!! a little degradation, dom/sub, edging, semi-public sex in snow dont @ me ok, [18+ only]

holiday prompts m.list

Heavy blankets of snow covered the small village whole, prompting everything to look as though it was a winter wonderland. Even the wood-burning fireplaces couldn’t stop the cold from towering over and leaving valleys full of little snowflakes.

Usually, you and Geralt would be situated in one of the pubs, relaxing with a nice pint of ale. Jaskier would be near you, most likely right beside the fire as he strummed sweet tunes. Yennefer would have her arm around you, swaying gently to the music. 

But that wasn’t tonight, no.

Tonight, you were pressed up against the outside of the pub while the cold air hit the base of your cheeks.

Geralt was peppering kisses up and down your neck, occasionally stopping to bite down on that sensitive spot. 

“What you pulled in there was unacceptable, sweet girl.”

Throughout the whole night, you had been teasing Geralt. It first started with a hand on his knee, occasionally squeezing around him in comfort. Slowly but surely, your hand started to move up to the inside of his thigh. 

He had sent you plenty of glares, but every time you’d act like nothing was wrong. Your hand even got to the point where you kept grazing his semi-hard cock. That’s when he had had enough and practically shoved out of the pub.

And now here you were, back aching from the hard wooden wall and nose runny from the cold. Some snowflakes instantly melted when they hit your hair and skin, while gusts of wind blew through you and your Witcher. 

It wasn’t ideal to be fucking in the middle of a snowstorm, but you didn’t have very many options. At least the powerful storm could hide your desperate pleas and whines. 

But your body still felt fiery, as though the cold wasn’t even there—the heat radiating off of Geralt was practically scorching.

His hands rested on your hips as his tongue ran along your collarbone, sucking just enough to make you whine. 

“I know what you were doing, pretty girl. You wanted me to take you out here in the cold and fuck you senseless, hmm?”

You could only let out a whimper as his hand trails slowly down to your throbbing core. He lifted the ends of your dress, your legs fully wrapped around his waist. His hands explored the crevasses of your legs; the rough calloused hands make you shiver as poke and prod. 

“Answer me.”

You hated how much control he had over you, your body and mind already melting into him as his lips connect just below your jawline. You hated how much you wanted him—needed him, so fiercely that it burned. 

“Yes. I-I wanted you fuck me out here, I—”

His hand was dangerously close to the slit of your entrance. His mind became almost foggy as his abilities picked up the sweet smell of your cunt. His finger teases the beginning of your slit, a gruff moan leaving his lips. You were already so wet. 

“Good. Then that’s what you’ll get.”

He inserts his middle finger, and you yelp in surprise, watching as it easily slides in and out of your folds. You couldn’t believe that he let you go without being punished, just immediately giving you what you want. However, you weren’t going to question it. 

The squelching sounds would normally be louder, but he could hear it, his cock twitching at it. A smirk rests on his lips as he stares into your half-closed eyes. His finger brings you no mercy, just pounding over and over and over again. 

His hands always pleased you to no end, filling you up so nicely. One of his fingers was like three of yours, hitting every single spot you couldn’t. 

Your walls clench around him as he inserts another finger, thick and wide as he fucks you relentlessly. Your hands move to grip his forearm, nails digging into the surface of his skin. You let out garbled sounds, on the edge of being a cross between a moan and a whimper. 

“Geralt, please!”

“What do you say, little flower, hmm?”

You opened your mouth, but it just hung open, whines and whimpers leaving it. You were so unbelievably close, your core aching for some type of relief. Your slick had covered his whole hand, and you could almost see the end, the sweet euphoric end. 

“I’m s-sorry, Geralt. Please, please, let me cum. Please!”

But then, he stops.

You whine loudly, your body thrashing slightly to see if there was any sort of friction. You wanted to hate him so fucking badly. That bastard had taken away your pleasurable bliss. It was all because you had teased him a little in public, and that set fire in your bones. 

“Oh, little flower, did you think you could get out of punishment that easily?”

Your eyes widened, “Geralt, p-please, I’ll be good. I’ll be so good for you and your cock—”

He tsked, pressing sweet little kisses along your chest. But you knew better, you knew it was all a rouse. He was ruthless; he was unrelenting. He gave you everything, all at once, to then take it away like it never happened.

“Please! Please, let me feel your cock inside me. I-I need it!”

He has the audacity to chuckle, “begging won’t get you anywhere this time, little flower.”

He drew achingly slow circles on your clit, letting your desperate whines fill the air. Your body squirmed and wiggled, desperate for anything and everything more than what he was giving you. But he wouldn’t comply, he wouldn’t give into you. 

“You look so divine like that, little flower, just begging for my fingers to get you off.”

It felt like it had been a millennium by the time he started rubbing faster, sometimes pinching and grabbing the swollen nub.

He’d smirk every single time it made you jump; his eyes never left yours. He was intoxicating, the atmosphere around you was completely taken over by him. 

You were getting close again, he could tell. Your face was screwed up, gasps and pants leaving your beautiful lips. Your pleading never ceased, even if you knew it didn’t get you anywhere. You knew he loved it when you begged. 

“Are you close, little flower? Do you want to soak my fingers?” 

You nodded, wantonly mewling at his fingers seemingly deeper and deeper inside of you.

But then he stopped, again.

“Such a pity I won’t let you.”

He let you plead over and over again, the smirk never leaving his features. He watched you beg so desperately that pre-cum spilled onto his trousers. You were such a sight, and yet he didn’t give you what you wanted. 

“You brought this on yourself. You will face the consequences of your actions, little flower.”

He did it five more times, out in the blizzarding cold. Five times of giving you the brink of an orgasm to then take it away like you were just something to play with.

He enjoyed it, that much you could tell. There was a twinkle in his golden eyes when he watched you so utterly dire to feel anything. 

Your body was almost entirely frozen. It probably would have if Geralt’s body heat didn’t protect you. You honestly should probably go inside and get warm again, even drinking some of Jaskier’s hot chocolate to feel the hot spices rest in your belly. 

But gods—you didn’t give a fuck. You didn’t care less if you got frostbite or froze to death. All you wanted was for Geralt to fuck you senseless. You were getting tired; your body was limp now from all of the teasing and tantalizing. 

Your cunt was leaking, slick spread all around your thighs and even on your hiked up dress. Your clit throbbed, your cunt ached. It was torture to feel this way, to feel the pure anguish of Geralt’s punishment.

Tears sprung to your eyes, and Geralt never missed it, a feigned pout on his lips. You started to beg again, but this time your desolation became prevalent and loud.

“Please,” your voice became weak, “No more teasing, Geralt. I need you. I need to feel you. I-I can’t —”

You don’t know when he sprung his hard cock out and shoved it inside of you, but he was pounding into you, fast and hard. You mewl once again, the feeling almost unreal. You were finally getting what you wanted. 

“Have I been too mean to my sweet girl? Was I being too harsh, hmm?”

You nodded as he picked up the pace, slamming into you while you’re trying to grab at his broad, large shoulders to brace yourself. 

“Fuck, you feel so good, so warm and tight.”

Your back was going to hurt tomorrow, you just know it will. You’d been up against it for what felt like an eternity. He was deep inside of you, his eyes darting from the look on your face to watching his cock disappear in your cunt. Your walls clamp around him, nails digging even harder onto his back. 

“Cum for me, my love. I want to feel you cum on my cock.”

Your screams become louder in the air as he hits just the right angle, over and over. You try and brace yourself as your walls flutter. Hearing his low moans of your cunt milking him was getting all too much, the coil immediately snapping. It hits you hard, his name the only thing that comes out of your mouth like it was a prayer. 

Watching you come undone so ferociously and hard made his cock twitch. He knew he wasn’t far behind you. Your screams never ceased as he continued to drive into you, hips slightly stuttering as he released into you. 

Your body was fully limp now on the snowy ground. You didn’t want to move, your eyes becoming heavy. He lets out a small content sigh, trying to clean you up the best he can. He was especially gently over sensitive areas, knowing that it might sting. 

He picks you up into his arms and pressed a light kiss to your temple. The snow falls lightly onto his hair, his warm body just now picking up how cold you’ve become since you laid across the ground. 

His heart soared as you snuggled closer into his chest, “let’s go back inside, little flower.”

witcher: @harrysthiccthighss​ @borkingbarnes​ @dreams-of-sunlight-and-starfire

permanent: @captainchrisstan​ @angstysebfan​ @teenagereadersciencenerd​ @rebekahdawkins​ @hailmary-yramliah​ @buckybarnesplumwhore​ @stardust-galaxies​ @wiccanmetallicrose​ @keithseabrook27​ @hereforthesunrise​

[astralglam]

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 .

1. What does your muse smell like?

without soap or perfume, 683 smells bizarrely sterile, chemical-ish, like a dentist’s office, bleach or cleaning supplies.  like hand sanitizer that kills 99.9% of germs.  they have that faint smell of powdery clean cosmetics, only because they wear so much foundation, face powder and setting spray.  humans like things that smell less artificial, so 683 takes to using cheap perfume (think a teenager who just learned to douse themselves with axe or bath and bodyworks spray), which is artificial in a slightly more palatable way.  their clothes (which are almost all second hand) have that mothball-musty smell of a thrifted dress that hasn’t been washed yet, like an old book.    

2. What do your muse’s hands feel like?

cold, frigid and icy, almost like a mannequin’s if you left the mannequin in the freezer. their skin is tight over their tendons and fingers, with almost waxy, plasticy skin stretched over their joints and knuckles, which makes them seem very fragile.  sometimes their palms are uncannily clammy.  their skin on their palms isn’t rough or calloused but they’re starting to get scars on their fingertips from their voyages into the realm of string instruments.  they used to have very neat, clean and unpainted nails, but nowadays, they have divots and cracks because 683 is clumsy with the strings.  

3. What does your muse usually eat in a day?

683 is often at the mercy of when their friends will decide to cook for them/buy them food.  they don’t have any cooking skills and can barely wash and cut an apple (this isn’t because they’re stupid, on atomina they were used to communal dining with a designated set of people who cooked for everyone in their unit).  683 is naturally accustomed to eating plant matter and (unlike us humans) has a way better digestive system for breaking down cellulose and gets a lot more out of their vegetarian diet than you might expect (two stomachs aint for nothin).  left to their own devices they just eat Whatever (orange? handfuls of spinach, unwashed, pesticides dont hurt them.  microwave a tomato and watch it explode.  brave cutting open an avocado and just eating it with a spoon).  dinner is when priscilla either buys him take out or sid cooks something for him (and sid is an amazing cook!!!).  sid isn’t vegetarian, but his family is, so he knows how to make all kinds of dishes perfect for 683 -- substitute the dairy for nondiary alternatives and 683′s getting matter paneer (with tofu instead), malai kofta (with coconut milk), and aloo gobi (no butter), all sorts of things !!! 

4. Does your muse have a good singing voice?

sort of.  683′s voice, by itself, is nasally and weird and a little grating, but their devotion to music lets them make the most out of their “strange” voice and almost use it to their benefit to sound unique, different, super far out !11!11111  their lyrics, instrumentals and emotion combined is what makes them a talented musician rather than just a good quality voice.  so while they might not have a very pretty voice, they’re still a skilled singer due to their delivery.  

5. Does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks?

im assuming this is about bad (physical) habits rather than personality deficiencies (of which 683 has many).  683 stares, like, really just stares at people with reckless abandon, they havent figured out it’s rude.  they arent good at even pretending to listen so if they’re disinterested in what you have to say, they’ll look elsewhere, pick at their nails, mumble or interrupt you.  always finds a way to make the conversation about themself.  very disorganized and messy, has a hard time taking care of objects even if they value them (ex. dropping his guitar, misplacing jewelry, yanking a belt off and breaking it).  definitely self pities and has no problem trying to guilt you for everything and anything.  is a pretty frequent smoker, but is polite enough not to smoke if you ask him not to.  

683 is always a little nervous so their nervous ticks are just their baseline state of being (wringing hands, stammering, talking really fast, making insane gestures all around you but being too afraid to touch you, etc)

6. What does your muse usually look like / wear?

683 looks very put together at all times -- not necessarily polished or professional, but very intentional, in that you can tell they definitely made a conscious choice to dress the way they do.  he wore the same dumb uniform every day for the first 20 years of his life, so he’s very excited to try new clothing options.  

more femme-ish clothing preferences go to boxy, sleeveless a-line dresses, miniskirts, bright floral patterns, big plastic earrings, headbands, scarves, etc.  they like clunky platforms and prefer to wear boots.  very 60s mod and colorblocked.  she loves bright eyeshadow but tends to go for more neutral lipstick.  can never figure out what to do with her hair so she usually leaves it down or does a half-up half-down bun kinda deal.  

more masc clothing preferences are bell bottoms, button ups with butterfly collars, paisley print, turtlenecks and fringe jackets, etc. earthy tones and weird nasty olive green.  very late 60s / early 70s. prog rock flavor or glam rock flavor.  never got into the disco style only because he cant pull it off because he’s so scrawny and twitchy and has no chest hair to impress the ladies.    

one thing about 683 is that he hates tight long sleeves and goes insane if he has to wear them.  his uniform was sleeveless, so even short sleeves feel really weird and horrible on his arms.  prefers sleeveless, can do with short sleeves, 3/4ths sleeve or loose long sleeve, really tries to avoid tight/constricting long sleeves.  

i have a pinterest board of potential fits for him although i havent updated it because i barely know how to use pinterest.

7. Is your muse affectionate?  How much?  How so?

to most people, not really, he’s kind of a weird cagey asshole.  oscillates between fascinated with physical touch (suddenly wanting to hug his friends or snuggle with them or grabbing strangers when he’s trying to talk to them) to despising contact (cringes if you touch his hand when you pass him a cup).  he didnt grown up with a culture very big on it, so he isn’t sure if he likes it or not yet.  

to people he does care about, he tends to take his friends for granted but overperform affection for those he has romantic interest in.  not that he doesnt also dearly love and adore his friends, he’s just not the best at expressing his care for them other than random bursts of kindness and dissolving back into his weird normal self.  his understanding of romance has come from a very commercial, media-influenced place (he learns about it through television, novels and commercials, it’s not really inherent to his species) so he thinks romance is about buying flowers, holding hands, staring into each other’s eyes for three hours, etc. if he has romantic interest in you, he will constantly over and over again tell you how much he likes you and your company and you are soooo funny hahahhahhfhh, and will be unusually touchy (clings to your arm, sits RIGHT next to you, drops his head on your shoulder, etc).  

8. What position does your muse sleep in?

683 didnt know what blankets were until he came to earth (or deep space nine) !!! his old room was perfectly temperature controlled and he already has a lower natural body temperature, so there was no need for blankets at all.  human beds with big pillows and blankets are THE COOLEST, so he either curls up underneath a blanket with only the top of his head poking out or he sprawls out like a starfish to take advantage of as many pillows as possible.  his special move is to roll up in the blanket like some kind of little alien lumpia.  

he’s a fitful sleeper so if you sleep in the same bed as him, he’ll punch you or kick you on accident.  he does appreciate company, though, and will also plaster himself up against you and leech your body heat with his weird cold body.

9. Could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room?

depends.  they have a very average speaking voice and aren’t necessarily very loud (plus platforms dull footsteps), but if they were excited, they might raise their voice or yell or exclaim something.  and then they’re very shrill, so yes, you would hear her.  

Tagged by:  @sampati im sorry i took like a week it was really fun i love to type letters and words on the computer Tagging: @dynaura or @pataparty (for whoever you want) / @phantombs / @ofgentleresolve (for lamon? or anyone you want, really!!) / @bystcrdust / @kyrieleisen / @baelends / @bup1957

[redhawtriot]

Could I possibly have a scenario with a fem s/o who is constantly high but yet Bakugou can’t help but fall in love :) thanks in advance!

Anonymous- “Can I pls get first date with bakugo and reader goes to pay for her half and bakugo shits her down with some tsundere ass response like “I just know if you pay for this you’re gonna complain you dont have money to buy other shit.”

Tip Jar ☕- Not expected but always appreciated💞

I mashed these two request together!

Enjoy the fluff while it last cuz it’s finna get ANGSTY in this bitch!

HnM💕

How Stop liking a Stoner (Bakugou x Reader)

Bakugou absolutely hated you. Of course he didn’t get along with most people that he met, but the way that he despised you felt different  from others somehow. 

It all began the day that the two of you met. You had walked into class with a very distinct odor. You considered yourself to be a professional at hiding your more delinquent lifestyle; however, masked away under the layers of fruity and sweet perfumes that you had coated yourself in, was a slight, but very recognizable, dank and smokey smell.

You also had certain mannerisms that could alert even the purest of minds to your…ahem… extra-curricular actives.

Now, you weren’t a complete noob. You could handle the high well enough that you weren’t overly quiet, or loud, but you did often find yourself in situations that could expose your habits: such as when Mina asked you to feel how soft a furry piece of her hero costume was, and you ended up petting it for a few uncomfortable minutes before someone called you out, snapping you out of your trance.

Bakugou, being the ever perceptive grump that he was, noticed any of these sorts of slip ups and drew up the conclusion that you were indeed a stoner.   

But that wasn’t even what he could bring himself to hate about you. No, it was the way that you made him feel whenever you were around that made him wholy despise you. 

When you stupidly giggled at every slight occurrence, he could only replay the sound in his head over and over. Disgusting. When you absentmindedly swayed your body in a slight dance during lectures he couldn’t help but to watch you with a terrifyingly light feeling in his chest. Fucking gross. Even as you sat chomping on the insane mountain of snacks that you brought to class, he couldn’t fight the urge to steal glances at the little smile that was perpetually plastered onto your face. Absolutely adorable. WAIT? WHAT THE FUCK?! 

God, he couldn’t stand your ass.

The furious blond found himself sitting at his desk, glaring at his laptop. He sat in thought for a moment before violently popping his knuckles and leaning into the search engine in front of him, allowing his fingers get to work.

Is marijuana bad for you? 

Bakugou scrolled along the first page and found many differing views on the subject, but most scientific articles and studies mostly said the same things: “maybe”, “it depends”, and “we don’t know.” He groaned in frustration, before trying another phrasing of his question,

Can smoking have long term effects? 

The teen was surprised by the overwhelming amount data that appeared, before realizing that they were mostly referencing to cigarettes and cigars. He growled and angrily smashed his fingers against his keyboard to correct his question.

Can smoking weed have long term effects?

As he eyeballed his screen he was once again disappointed by very vague and unclear answers. He slammed a fist onto his laptop in frustration. How the hell could you put that shit into your body without knowing what it would do to you later?! 

Wait. A better, more pressing question shoved itself into his mind.

WHY THE HELL DID HE CARE SO DAMN MUCH ABOUT WHAT YOU WERE DOING?!

Bakugou groaned in frustration and roughly snatched a fist full of his hair, as if he were trying to rip you clean out of his mind. He knew for a fact that mind-altering wasn’t your damn quirk. So why the hell does he give a fuck about you? You weren’t even around him, yet he found himself having his thoughts wander to your well being. It pissed him off. 

Bakugou once more smacked his fingers against his keyboard as he typed one final question,

How to stop liking someone?

As soon as he saw the words flash across his screen, it was like the weight of the entire situation finally cracked something inside of him. Shit. He did like you. The boy suddenly slammed his laptop shut and threw it away from him like it had suddenly disgusted him.

He then decided that he was going to pretend like the last hour of his life just didn’t happen. Yeah he was gonna “control, alt, delete” the fuck out of every thought he just had. 

God dammit, he didn’t have time to dwell on crushes if he was going to be the number one hero! That stupid, delinquent girl wasn’t going to get any more of his time or thoughts!!

But.

It seemed like fate had something else planned as you hurriedly walked to your classroom, 1-A, the next morning. You absolutely couldn’t risk being late today. You hadn’t had enough time to grab your eye drops that morning and Aizawa would certainly notice your altered state if attention was drawn to you. 

The hallway ahead of you moved in choppy frames before you finally whipped a turn to enter the door of your classroom. As soon as you turned into the class, you were slapped with a warm sturdy object, sending you flying back onto your butt.

Bakugou immediately thrashed his body around to confront whatever idiot just knocked into him, “HEY WATCH WHERE YOU’RE…” he trailed off as he recognized your figure. Your lunch box that you had been holding had spilled its contents all over you, but the dirty sight of you was somehow still enough to make his heart throb, “…going.” he finally finished.

“Sorry, Bakugou,” you apologized as you rubbed the side your your head, trying to stabilize your whirling mind, “Oh, man! My food!” you sadly exclaimed as you recognized the pathetic mess of snacks and small meals you had prepped for your day all over the floor and yourself.

The sight of your frown in contrast to your usual happiness gave Bakugou’s chest a twinge of pain. He growled at the emotion as he glared at you on the ground, “Well, maybe you should get your head out of the damn clouds and watch where you are going!” he yelled before stiffly turning on his heel and heading to his seat. 

You blinked in surprise at his retreating figure. Well, you hadn’t exactly expected him to apologize or help you or anything, but you also didn’t expect to see the blush that creeped across his face before he stormed off. 

Huh.

You cleaned yourself up easily enough. Honestly, the situation and Bakugou’s subsequent outburst had helped you make it through the day without getting suspended, drug tested or expelled. By the time you cleaned yourself up and made it back to the classroom, your eyes had pretty much returned to their normal state. 

Today might not be so bad after all!

GrrrrRRRrrRRrrr, your stomach screeched, causing almost all of your classmates to whip their heads toward you in surprise. 

Shit…

You hurriedly grabbed your stomach with a nervous laugh, trying to console the despairing little monster; however, you still spent the rest of the school day with your tummy loudly yelling at you. Watching everyone eat during lunch was absolute torture as your stomach cursed at you for being so damn clumsy. You honestly could have died. 

Death by munchies.

However, it seems as if the cannabis lords took pity on you that day and you actually made it through your last class. You were the first one out of their desk as you rushed out of the classroom and down the hall— the thought of food on your mind, but suddenly you felt a heavy hand snatch your wrist,

“Hey, idiot!” When you looked back your eyebrows shot straight up at the sight of Bakugou’s hardened expression, “Let’s go grab some food.”

Um… hWhat? The suggestion completely threw you off balance. You shook your head as if the vibrations that just came in through your ear needed some readjusting,  “Like… together?” you tilted your head in shock. You’ve never seen Bakugou willingly hang with anyone else besides Kirishima, let alone initiate an event with them!

Bakugou fumed at your questioning appearance, “Are you really that stupid!? I could hear your stomach growling from across the classroom!!”

You giggled at yourself in embarrassment, not quite sure of what else you could do in the moment, “…Why do you care?” you laughed.

Your laughed sent a searing wave of heat to his face. You’d… never directed this display of happiness toward him before, and for some reason it made him feel extremely hot,

“I don’t!” he yelled as he tried to fight the warmth away, “I just knocked your food down earlier and… I don’t want to owe you anything,” he suddenly noticed that he was still clinging to your hand. The heat in his face doubled as he snatched his hand away from yours, “So where do you wanna go? I am not taking no for an answer,” he began as he walked away from U.A.���s campus with a rigid nod for you to follow him. 

You paused for a moment. Is this real? 

A large smile began spreading itself across your face– the cannabis lords once gain raining mercy down upon you, “Maybe a… Mcdonalds!” you happily suggested as you skipped into a light jog ran to catch up with him.

“Mc.. donalds?” Bakugou threw you an expression that resided in an area between horrified and disgusted for a moment before correcting himself back into his comfortable anger, looking at the ground as the two of you walked.

“Yeah, like the clown place!” you added. Bakugou growled at your answer. He wasn’t a fucking idiot he knew what a damn McDonald’s was. You laughed at his response as you continued, “You’re not scared of clowns are you, tough guy?” you teased.

“Fuck you,” he simply huffed, refusing to even entertain your accusations. 

“Wow, on the first date?” you boldly retorted with a stifled laugh, causing him to falter in his steps for a moment. He snapped himself out of whatever stupid emotion he felt at your words, 

“IT’S NOT A DAMN DATE!” he roared, causing you to simply shrug, a pleased smile on your face as you continued to walk without him. 

“Where are you going, you idiot?! There is a Mcdonald’s right there!” he angrily gestured to the golden arches the other direction of where you were headed. 

“I like the one by my house better,” you explained, “It had a gas station attached to it, so I can grab some snacks on the way out.”

….

G-gas Station McDonald’s….? Bakugou could have thrown up right then and there. 

“DISGUSTING!” the blond screeched, “I am not walking all the way over there just to walk back to the dorm! Are you an idiot?!”

Alright. Who the fuck did this to him? Made him crush on a complete loser?! Cupid? God?! He was gonna fight whoever the fuck it was! 

“Fineeee,” you laughed and the two of you walked over to the inferior McDonalds. Bakugous eyes widened in repulsion as you ordered both a Big-Mac meal and a twenty piece chicken nugget with a dozen cookies.

As soon as you happily reached out to give the cashier your money, he swatted your hand away and shoved his own cash at the associates face, “No, take mine.” he harshly ordered. The employee shakily agreed and accepted his money. 

You threw him a confused glance but before you could even open your mouth to question him, he spoke up, “I just know that if you pay for this, you’re gonna complain that you don’t have money to buy other shit,” he explained, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks. 

You noticed this red tint, but decided to tease him instead of pointing it out, “Yeah, like gas,” you nodded with a sly smile. 

“Gas? You’re fifteen and don’t have a damn car, you idiot,” He argued, but the boy immediately paused as soon as he saw the suggestive expression that you held on your face. Things finally clicked as soon as you wiggled your eyebrows towards him. Gas… you meant weed. He angrily snatched the two soda cups that the cashier was extending out as he loudly yelled at you,  “FUCK! YOU MAKE IT SO DAMN HARD TO BE NICE TO YOU, YOU KNOW THAT?!” He screamed as you cracked up at his uncharacteristically slow uptake.

The two of you had decided to eat at a booth near a window. You found yourself being really surprised at the quality of this McDonald’s chairs. Bakugou loudly chastised you for gawking at the chairs like some freak before the two of you promptly began eating your food. 

It was mostly quiet between the two of you as the textures of the meal performed on your sensitive tongue until Bakugou finally spoke up, “Why do you put that nasty shit into your body?”

“Uh,” Your eyes danced away for a split second, “McDonalds?” your faced crinkled in confusion.

“No, you dumbass!” Bakugou fought the urge to facepalm, “marijuana!” he angrily corrected.

Oh… you felt yourself deflate for a moment, as the question absorbed into your mind. You suddenly let out a giggle, “I don’t know. It makes me feel good, I guess.” Bakugou had to fight another blush at the sight of you adorably shrugging your shoulders. 

“That’s a stupid answer. You can’t feel good on your own?”

You tilted your head as you thought about it for a moment. Of course, you could feel good on your own. Just take a look at you! You weren’t even very high anymore, yet you were still on cloud nine right now for some reason, “Well… I feel good right now with you.”

That did it. His adrenaline flared up in an instant. Bakugou couldn’t even come up with fluid words as a series of death threats and curses instinctively flooded to the forefront of his mind,  “S-shut up.”

You giggled at his loss for words before letting the conversation die again. The two of you once again found yourselves in silence as you sat with a smile on your face.

This time, it was you who broke the silence, “Thank you, for hanging out with me today. I really appreciate it.”

“Whatever, loser. Don’t get used to it,” he huffed, angrily stuffing a few fries into his mouth. 

“So…. there’s not a second date ahead?”

“I didn’t say that,” he grumbled, snatching his glare away from you and out of the restaurant window. 

So it was a date. A huge smile once again spread across your face for the millionth time that evening. You happily plopped another fry into your mouth at the sight of him blushing once more. 

[purplesockson]

In honor of Sinday, I present, "Untitled Artor Smut that's been Sitting in my Google Keep for Several Months!"

Enjoy Argyle and Lotor getting it on below the cut XDD

It had been a very long, dull day. Lotor had been kept busy all morning and afternoon, between performing his various duties as Emperor and plotting with Voltron. He had gotten bored, and worse, he had let his thoughts wander. So now, he was bored and frustrated. That was simply unacceptable. Argyle was passing through the hall, heading back to his room for a well-earned nap, when an arm suddenly snatched him and pulled him into a dark room. He panicked, until he realized the arm belonged to a very hot and bothered Lotor. "Please..." He was now holding Argyle close and panting quietly. His clothes were half off. "I- I need you, right now, please..." There was a whine in his voice that made Argyle's knees weak, and suddenly napping was the very last thing on his to-do list. Lotor was at the top. "Very well, since you asked so nicely." Argyle gave his needy boyfriend a deep kiss. "...What did you have in mind?" The former prince gazed at him, eyes glassy with desire. "I want you to have your way with me. Be so rough with me that I can only whimper your name. Drive me into the mattress until I cannot walk, afterwards.  Please, Argyle, I want to be thoroughly used by you..." Argyle swallowed, his blush not the only thing rising at Lotor's words. "...Wow, um..." He took a breath to regain his composure and get into the right headspace. "No one can accuse you of being cryptic." "Not with you. You know what I want. I want you. Please." Gentle, desperate, pleading in the way that he knew put Argyle into a dominant mood. It worked. Argyle impulsively shoved the taller man against the wall and started sucking hard on his neck. Lotor sighed with relief and melted into his touch. "That's it, yes, please, more..." Argyle smirked against his throat. "What makes me so special, that the Emperor begs for my attentions?" "Because I trust you, and I crave you... Stars..." Argyle smiled and took a step back, much to Lotor's displeasure. "Finish taking your clothes off, so I can satisfy your craving." Lotor happily stripped and helped Argyle unzip his own suit. The sight of all that flushed purple skin made them both even more eager. They stumbled further into the room and collapsed on the bed together in a tangle of passionate limbs. Argyle rolled on top of Lotor with a boldness that would have shocked his past self. "...So good, showing such control and waiting for me." He ran a gentle thumb over Lotor's dripping slit. Lotor shivered, gasping. "...I-I'm trying..." His expression was unapologetically needy. Argyle smirked a little and slipped a finger inside him, earning a moan. "Good boy. Keep it in for another minute. Can you do that for me?" Lotor whined a little, but nodded. "Anything, for you." Grinning, Argyle leaned over Lotor and kissed him again before renewing his attentions to the emperor's neck. Running his hot tongue up Lotor's throat, then trailing a line of gentle nibbles down until reaching the collarbone, which he attacked with the sort of gusto that tended to leave those cute little bruises Lotor was always so proud of. All the while, he worked Lotor's slit with tortuously slow fingers, delighting in the subsequent noises. Lotor's hands clutched at the bedsheets, his head thrown back as he moaned. "I- I can't," Lotor eventually gasped. "Please, Argyle, please..." "You're doing a wonderful job." Argyle pulled back to look adoringly at him. "Just another moment, please?" Lotor looked uncertain, but Argyle's soft voice praising him gave him the courage to nod. "All right. I'll- I'll try." Argyle kissed his forehead, then repositioned himself over him. Ever careful, he pushed his length into Lotor's silt, rubbing against his sensitive member and stretching him deliciously. Lotor arched into the thrust, giving a high pitched noise. The strange mix of partial relief and fresh torment left him quivering. Argyle set a slow, steady pace as he moved in and out, restraining himself from following his own impulse to speed up. He wanted to hear Lotor's reaction, first. "Ha- Hard- Harder!" Lotor moved his hands to Argyle's sides and gripped as firmly as he dared. "You sure?" Argyle hesitated, panting. Lotor whined. "Yes! Completely sure! Please don't stop!" Shrugging, Argyle resumed his thrusts, increasing the pace and force behind them. Lotor's eyes glazed over in agonized pleasure as he gave a series of ever-louder moans. He wanted so badly to extend, to climax, but the inability to do so was such blissful torture. He clung to Argyle, chest pressed tight against his, and trembled from need. But he was determined. He would be good for Argyle. He could do this. Argyle smiled to himself, gazing down at the man he loved. Lotor was so beautiful. Especially like this. So eager to please. So completely trusting. Lotor's trust was not a thing easily earned, much less his affection, and Argyle felt like he'd won the lottery every time Lotor dropped his guard and allowed himself to be vulnerable around him. "You feel so amazing," he breathed. Lotor whimpered louder, digging his fingers into Argyle's back as he tried to form coherent thoughts. This attempt was thwarted when Argyle shifted his weight so that he could free a hand and trail it slowly up Lotor's body. Tracing invisible patterns up his thigh, pausing on the most ticklish part of his ribs. Lotor squirmed away from his hand, yelping. "N-no, please, Argyle! Have some mercy!" Argyle laughed, but relented. His hand wandered onto Lotor's chest. The Emperor's breath caught in his throat as careful fingers brushed over his erect nipple. Argyle, having slowed while he concentrated, chose that moment to renew his thrusts. Lotor arched into him, practically sobbing with pure need. "Y-yesss..." Argyle's hand finished its journey, tangling in Lotor's hair. "You like this, huh?" His voice was teasing, and surprisingly steady in spite of how hard he was breathing. "Giving me control, this way? Being good for me?" Lotor shivered at his words, his desire to be good warring with the throbbing ache between his legs, which was growing stronger every moment. Having Argyle pounding into him was such an exquisite mix of torture and bliss. Even his need to climax temporarily dulled in favor of this delightful status quo, he was so lost in the rush of amazing sensations. Desperate whimpers and whines escaped his throat, sprinkled with the occasional curse or whisper of "more," "harder," "please." To Argyle, these sounds were sweeter than any symphony. Argyle could feel himself getting close and immediately slowed his pace, much to Lotor's dismay. "Nono, please don't stop!" Lotor instinctively started rocking his hips to try and maintain the previous pace. Of course, this was just a little too much to let slide. Argyle pushed him down hard onto the mattress, holding him in place. "Be still." His tone was stern, his every mannerism showing how thoroughly dominant he was feeling. He was not in the mood to be ignored. Lotor sensed this and only grew more aroused from it. He obeyed and tried not to move, albeit not without biting his lip and whining. "Please, please touch me, please..." An approving smirk replaced Argyle's glare. "All in good time. Let me appreciate how gorgeous you are, like this." Predictably, this only made Lotor's situation worse. His blush deepened and he had to focus all his will on not moving. "There's my good boy." Argyle leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "...I want to take you from behind, now. Would you like that?" Lotor's eyes widened and he nodded eagerly. "Yes, please do." The smirk was back. "I have an optional challenge for you. If you're up for it." "...I'm guessing you want me to keep it in while you do it?" "I do, yes. Can you do that for me?" Lotor swallowed hard. "...I can try. I want to try. I want to please you." Argyle gave him a quick kiss for courage. "My brave boy. Dont be afraid to tell me if it's too much." They both turned over, Lotor moving to his knees for support. Argyle was already very slick from their previous activity, but he took a moment to prepare Lotor's hole with gentle fingers. Lotor whimpered into the bed, wishing he'd just get on with it. His wish was granted a moment later, when Argyle slipped into him unceremoniously. Lotor arched his back and moaned, eyes rolling back in his head as Argyle thrust against his prostate. "Please," he whined, "please let me extend, please..." Argyle smiled, finally taking pity on the emperor. "One more minute, and then you can even come, if you like." Lotor nodded, the thought of relief taunting him, so close he could taste it. Made all the more tempting by Argyle suddenly going at a very fast and hard pace, moaning in his ear and pulling his hair. Lotor cried out, almost sobbing with sheer pleasure crashing against his own willpower. He could do it, he could do it, he couldn't do it, he couldn't, he- Lotor's pulsing length practically sprang from his sheath and he came about three seconds later, crying out Argyle's name. Argyle slowly pulled out, stroking Lotor's hair and muttering sweet words. "Its all right. You did so well. You were very close, you almost made it. I didn't make it easy on you, and you did so good." Lotor basked in the praise as he pulled himself together. "S-sorry, just the same. I suppose now you have to..." He pushed himself against Argyle, knowing he had stopped before he was satisfied. "...Punish me?" Argyle's face was flushed, but he was biting his lip and grinning. "Oh, don't worry, I was planning to." He pulled Lotor's head back by his hair and whispered in a low, filthy tone, "After all, you asked me to thoroughly use you, right? Something about you whimpering my name and not being able to walk tomorrow? I'm going to fuck you until I'm satisfied and you're a blubbering mess." Lotor trembled with need, biting down hard on his own lip as he moaned, the mere promise enough to make him fully aroused again. "Please..." Argyle carefully seized a fistful of silken hair and went to town, setting a relentless pace as he thrust deep into Lotor's body. The emperor cried out, gripping the bedsheets. He was already so close... He came again after just a few minutes, shuttering and whimpering, while Argyle didn't so much as slow down. "That's two," he growled low in Lotor's ear. "Shall we see how many you can handle? Remind me, what was your record, again?" "In- in a row?" Lotor gasped out. "Fi- Five." He didn't have a very long refractory period, a fact Argyle loved to make use of. Lotor could feel the sly grin against his neck. "Let's see if we can't beat that, shall we?" Argyle punctuated this with a particularly well timed thrust, and Lotor couldn't answer beyond a sharp groan as he came again. "Good. That's three. You all right?" "Y-yes. Please, Argyle..." His voice broke. Argyle slowed for a moment, touch turning gentle. "Repeat your safeword for me."  Lotor whined softly, but appreciated that Argyle was so careful with him, even in the throes of rough love-making. "Sendak's Left Elbow. Please, don't stop! It's good! It- it's too much but it's so good..." Reassured that Lotor was fully aware of what he was signing up for, Argyle redoubled his pace to make up for lost time. Lotor gave a strangled cry of pleasure, which egged him on. "I- I'm- please, let me-" Lotor babbled, just before his fourth orgasm washed over him. He nearly sobbed as his dick twitched pointlessly, his seed long since spent. Argyle was close; he couldn't hold out much longer himself. He reached around and pumped Lotor with one hand while he slowed down his thrusts just enough to regain control. Lotor did sob this time, overstimulated to a level that was painful but in the best way, a way he'd desperately craved. He soon came again, tears escaping his eyes as his voice cracked on a wordless cry. "Argyle," he whimpered, unable to do much else. Just as Argyle had promised. "Argyle, please... Please..." "You sure? What's the safe-" "It's Sendak's Left Elbow, I know, I remember it, I'm fine, just- do something- harder, softer- I- I don't know just do something please!" Argyle had already pushed himself further than usual, and he knew he didn't have more than another minute or two left in him before he came, too. He pulled out all the stops, thrusting as fast and deep as he could while pumping hard with his hand. Lotor sobbed between begs and eventually weakly screamed Argyle's name as he came for a sixth time and collapsed onto the bed, whimpering softly as Argyle came hard inside him, digging his fingers into Lotor's side and moaning. Argyle promptly fell on top of him when he was done. They lay there, gasping for air and sweating profusely. Argyle soon recovered enough to pet Lotor's hair and mutter praise. "...So good... Such a good boy... So proud of you..." Lotor glowed with the praise and with satisfaction. He reached clumsily for Argyle, who took pity and rolled to the side so Lotor could hold him. Lotor hugged him close, arms trembling a little. Argyle noticed and felt a pang of guilt. "Are you sure you're okay? Was it too much?" "Maybe a bit, but that's just what I wanted." Lotor grinned. "You certainly know how to follow through on a promise. I can hardly move, much less walk." Argyle snickered. "I'll bring you some water, as soon as my knees feel less jiggly. Maybe you can take a sick day, tomorrow. Recover." "I like that plan." Lotor laughed, kissing his cheek. "...Maybe I can even have some revenge on you, for your excellent job destroying me." Argyle swallowed, eyes widening. "I... imagine that can be arranged."

[anonymous-mhaw]

Adult Children of Alcoholics

I wanted to do something for  Mental Illness Awareness Week .

(I’m sorry for my bad english)

There are many projects or campaigns and movements about speaking out and  defeat the stigma surrounding mental illness. I’ve read things like TALK ABOUT IT, SPEAK OUT, because if there is a power a possibility that we have... this one is the power to speak, to use our voice to help people. Maybe we don’t have money for donations or the tools that give us the chance to do something pratical, but we will always have our VOICE. Yes, I know that I’m speaking with the anonymous, that it’s easier in this way, but I’m writing this with the hope that one day I won’t be as scared as I am today, with the hope that someone will read this and think that we are not alone.  

I don’t have a mental illness that affects me personally, but my father is an alcoholic and this affected me in so many ways.  So today I want to talk about alcoholism and about the way it’s able to have an impact in your daily life. People could say “it’s not your problem” or “it’s about him”, but the thing that I’ve learn about alcoholism is that it affects all the family. So now I want to talk about how much it affected me and maybe also my personality and maybe if you are reading this and you have the same issues it could help you. First of all I want to share with you  The 13 Characteristics of Adult Children of Alcoholics written in the book  Adult Children of Alcoholics by  Janet G. Woititz. When I’ve read them the first time I felt less alone and I felt normal. Because sometimes it’s like all the things that I’m feeling are not normal, sometimes I find myself thinking that there is something wrong with me.

Adult children of alcoholics guess at what normal behavior is.

 Adult children of alcoholics have difficulty following a project through from beginning to end.

Adult children of alcoholics lie when it would be just as easy to tell the truth.

Adult children of alcoholics judge themselves without mercy.

Adult children of alcoholics have difficulty having fun.

 Adult children of alcoholics take themselves very seriously.

 Adult children of alcoholics have difficulty with intimate relationships.

Adult children of alcoholics overreact to changes over which they have no control.to protect 

 Adult children of alcoholics constantly seek approval and affirmation.

 Adult children of alcoholics usually feel that they are different from other people.

Adult children of alcoholics are super responsible or super irresponsible.

Adult children of alcoholics are extremely loyal, even in the face of evidence that the loyalty is undeserved.

Adult children of alcoholics are impulsive. They tend to lock themselves into a course of action without giving serious consideration to alternative behaviors or possible consequences. This impulsively leads to confusion, self-loathing and loss of control over their environment. In addition, they spend an excessive amount of energy cleaning up the mess.

Now these characteristics are not something that you have only if you are a child of an alcholic and of course there are many children of alcholics that don’t have them. But if you have an alcoholic parent and you read some of these characteristcs and think “oh, that’s me” just know that YOU ARE NOT ALONE, know that there’s nothing wrong in YOU and that all the things that you are feeling are NORMAL.

Now I’m going to talk a little bit about me and how I see myself in some of these characteristics.

Adult children of alcoholics lie when it would be just as easy to tell the truth.

When you have a parent that has a drinking problem, lying is something that you do, it happens. Maybe because you want to protect your parent or maybe because you are ashemed, sometimes you just feel like you can’t say it, it’s like a tabù. So you lie and lie, lie about the reason why he can’t be there at the moment, lie about the reason why you didn’t sleep, lie about the reason why you are so worried, about the reason why you couldn’t go home that night. You lie about the reason why you don’t want people in your house or about why you really have to trust someone for let this person meet your family.  You lie about the reason why you are so ashemed or so scared, about the reason why you are always in a rush when your father come to get you. You lie about the reason why you don’t want your father to give a lift to someone you know... etc. So many lies, but it’s okay. At the end you get used to it, but when you find yourself lying abut orher things, things that have nothing to do with your father, who are you protecting now? I found myself lying about easy things or serious things just beacuse I was scared that the truth wouldn’’t be enugh, that the truth could have been seen in a wrong way, that I could have been seen in a wrong way. But lying so much was hurting me, the truth could be so easy... the truth really was the easier road sometimes, but I still chose to lie, because I was too scared.

Adult children of alcoholics judge themselves without mercy.

That’s so me. Sometimes I have no pity in judging myself and it’s actually funny, because I’m a really dont-want-to-judge-nobody person, like... I hate people that just judge other people and I hate judging, I just don’t do it. It’s not me.  Even if I really think thatI know you well, I really feel that I can’t judge you, never. But when it comes to myself all I can do is judging. I’m not good enough, I’m not brave enough, I’m not strong enough, I’m not beautiful enough, I’m not a good friend, I’m not a good daughter, I’m not a good student, I’m not a good sister, there is actually something I’m good at?

When someone that I know says something bad about me I’m just like Oh, she/he is right!  I’m so bad! I don’t blame him/her for saying this. But then someone that I know says to me something beautiful and I’m like Oh, no! How can you say this?? She/he will change her/his mind one day, I’m not good, ho can she/he see me in this way??? So please if you are reading this and you feel the same, try as hard as you can to stop judging yourself, I’m also talking with myself right now. DON’T JUDGE YOURSELF, YOU ARE A GOOD PERSON. YOU ARE ENOUGH. 

Adult children of alcoholics constantly seek approval and affirmation.

THIS. It’s so me. Everywhere I go, everything I do... I always seek approval.

And if I think that by doing something (that maybe I really want to do) I can’t find it... I just quit. I feel like I really NEED approval, I need people to approve me, even if doing so the me in question is not not the real me. AND THIS IS SO WRONG, if I think abour it rationally I know that this is fucking wrong... but sometimes I just can’t help it. Even if I try to say to myself you just need approval  from yourself, just yourself... sometimes it’s just s hard and I just need it.If I don’t have approval I just feel like I’m doing something wrong.I feel like I need to be approved in order to feel worthy.

Adult children of alcoholics are extremely loyal, even in the face of evidence that the loyalty is undeserved. 

I believe in loyalty and I really want to be loyal to, uhm... everyone I care for? Everyone I know? But I also feel like I’m not loyal at all, I fee like there isn’t a person who has my complete loyalty. But then some people tell me that I really am and that maybe I’m loyal even with people that don’t deserve it and I don’t know, maybe sometimes I think it’s true... but I also think that I’m not loyal enough, that I have to do more. 

These are just a few of the many thoughts that I have and actually I don’t know if someone is really reading this, but I wrote this to help myself in the first place.  I also did it with the hope that this could help someone out here. If you want to share your feelings or your thoughts you can do it here or you could send me a message.

Just, please, know that you are not alone. There is always someone out there that is feeling what you are feeling. 

[liebred-blog]

really  LONG  CHARACTER  SURVEY.  RULES.  repost ,   don’t  reblog  !    tag  10  !good  luck  !  TAGGED. @rifthowl​ ( already done it on shinji / hiiro, so here we are )  TAGGING. @conceptualmortem​ & @shinigamikiddo​ bc idek most of my new followers xD

BASICS.

FULL  NAME :   life. NICKNAME :   lady life, raifu-sama. AGE :   ageless ( physically mid 20′s ). BIRTHDAY :   unknown ( celebrates jan 1sth ). ETHNIC  GROUP :   n/a ( physically asian / white mix ). NATIONALITY :   n/a ( physically japanese / french mix ). LANGUAGE / S :   all languages. SEXUAL  ORIENTATION :   asexual. ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION :   aromantic. RELATIONSHIP  STATUS :   single. CLASS :   n/a ( middle upper when posing as a human ). HOME  TOWN / AREA :    n/a ( yokohama, japan as a human ). CURRENT  HOME :   tokyo, japan. PROFESSION :   concept of life, college student.

PHYSICAL.

HAIR :  ginger hair, straight, that reaches her lower back. EYES :  bright green eyes. NOSE :   french. FACE :    heart shaped, with big expressive eyes. LIPS :   thin. COMPLEXION :  milky. BLEMISHES :   none. SCARS :   n/a. TATTOOS :  n/a. HEIGHT :   5′5″ / 165cm. WEIGHT :    113lbs / 53 kg. BUILD :   curvy. FEATURES :    n/a. ALLERGIES :   n/a. USUAL  HAIR  STYLE :   can be hanging loose on her back, caught in a high ponytail / braid, or pigtails. honestly, she likes to experiment as much as possible. USUAL  FACE  LOOK :   kind & excitable, a little naive. USUAL  CLOTHING :    skirts or dresses.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S :   n/a. ASPIRATION / S :   n/a. POSITIVE  TRAITS :   kind, excitable, friendly, merciful, empathetic. NEGATIVE  TRAITS :   vengeful, selfish. ZODIAC :   n/a, TEMPEREMENT :    sanguine / phlegmatic. SOUL  TYPE / S :    leader / hunter / creator. ANIMALS :   otter. VICE  HABIT / S :    n/a. FAITH :   n/a. GHOSTS ? :   yes. AFTERLIFE ? :  yes. REINCARNATION ? : yes. ALIENS ? :   no. POLITICAL  ALIGNMENT :   n/a. ECONOMIC  PREFERENCE :   above average. SOCIOPOLITICAL  POSITION :   n/a EDUCATION  LEVEL :   n/a.

FAMILY.

FATHER :   n/a. MOTHER :    n/a. SIBLINGS :  concept of death. EXTENDED  FAMILY :    n/a. NAME  MEANING / S :    life. HISTORICAL  CONNECTION ? :   n/a.

FAVORITES.

BOOK :   romantic novels, historical novels, comic books. MOVIE :    musicals, romance, comedy, animated. 5 SONGS :   pity party - melanie martinez. DEITY :  n/a. HOLIDAY :   new year’s. MONTH :   october. SEASON :   fall. PLACE :   tokyo. WEATHER :    sunny, but not overly warm. SOUND :   music. SCENT / S :    vanilla, roses. TASTE / S :    sweets. FEEL / S :    cotton, hair. ANIMAL / S :    bunnies. NUMBER :  700. COLORS :   shades of green.

EXTRA.

TALENTS :   she is said to be good at whatever she does. BAD  AT :   science. TURN  ONS :   n/a. TURN  OFFS :   n/a. HOBBIES :   reading, shopping, sports. TROPES :   n/a. AESTHETIC  TAGS :    life, angels, wings, halo, white. GPOY  QUOTES :   ‘ life is either an adventure, or nothing at all --- ’

FC INFO.

MAIN  FC / S :   orihime inoue from bleach. ALT  FC / S :  n/a. OLDER  FC / S :   n/a. YOUNGER  FC / S :   n/a. VOICE  CLAIM / S :   tba. GENDERBENT  FC / S :    n/a.

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 :   if  you  could  write  your  character  your  way  in  their  own  movie ,   what  would  it  be  called ,  what  style  would  it  be  filmed  in ,  and  what  would  it  be  about ?          A1 :   no idea tbqh. it’d probs focus on her trying to fit in the human world. Q2 :   what  would  their  soundtrack / score  sound  like ?          A2 :   something ballad-line. Q3 :   why  did  you  start  writing  this  character ?          A3 :   i made life a long time ago tbqh & i’ve wanted to revamp her for a while. now we pray i dont abandon her again bc #i suck. Q4 :   what  first  attracted  you  to  this  character ?          A4 :   n/a. Q5 :   describe  the  biggest  thing  you  dislike  about  your  muse.          A5 :   n/a. Q6 :   what  do  you  have  in  common  with  your  muse ?          A6 :   red hair i guess lmfao. Q7 :   how  does  your  muse  feel  about  you ?          A7 :   she’s probs like AKIRA-CHAN !!! Q8 :   what  characters  does  your  muse  have  interesting  interactions  with ?        A8 :   only her brother tbqh x’DD Q9 :   what  gives  you  inspiration  to  write  your  muse ?         A9 :   i force the insp out lol. Q10 :   how  long  did  this  take  you  to  complete ?          A10 :   about half an hr considering this is the millionth time i do this.

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the following are entries from my lunadiary.

2018.12.24 p.m. 01:54  - the last week of 2018 x - let the past be bygone they say, little did you know, the sufferings and obstacles i had faced, To be where i am today never forget your struggles because they're a reminder for every hardship 

2018.12.27 p.m. 08:34 the luxury of happiness x - to feel happy is a luxury because not everyday is filled with joy So If i get to feel happy for every one second I'll be grateful i don't want to feel nothing Forever

2019.01.17 p.m. 05:06 Tbh - Hypothetically speaking, i don't know if I'm passing my stats and cma paper. I didn't revise in depth and I'm just guessing answers. Reminder to myself that if i failed, it was because i wasn't being hardworking enough. I was being complacent. I deserved this. 

2019.04.01 p.m. 11:15 what happens next?  - howto: cope with a broken friendship are there any cures for it? Guidebooks, therapy or prayers?I lost a friend because of my actions. Came to realization that I'm always hurting others. I know how it feels like, and I'm doing it to the people i love. I am the worst.

2019.04.11 p.m. 05:38 My parents.  - My mom thinks I'm here to ruin her life. Look, I'm not trying to make anyone cry or get hurt. But it always come back to the fact that i cause great pain to the people around me indirectly. I made my family cry. I made a friend cry. I make myself cry. It's like i am this terrible person who's causing so much pain to others. I don't get better. I get worse. 

I know my mom has been looking at me like I'm a monster for a while now. Years. She doesn't say it but i can tell. I'm no longer treated like a child, i get scolded like a stranger and I'm not worth of importance anymore. I think this is the universe way of telling me that I'm on my own and i should just deal with it. My dad wants to get closer to me but i push him away repeatedly. I'm a mean person but getting closer means opening up walls and i don't intend to do that. After having broke a parent, this parent should stay away from me. I hurt people so he shouldn't have to deal with me. He's a great dad but he's unlucky to have me. 

My parents are great people and they've been through a lot. My existence is nothing but a nuisance since the beginning. Please, universe. Do them a favour and do myself a favour. Get rid of me. Help them. Save them. That's all I'm asking. 

2019.04.23 p.m. 10:59 Plus one - all i ask for is a man who has a good heart. Someone who is polite in words and actions. not necessarily pious but does his five daily prayers without fail. Able to guide me on the correct path and be my jodoh in jannah. protect me from the evil and love me for who i am. Respects my family as a whole and accepts us for who we are. 

2019.05.09 p.m. 02:03 day 4  - Ya Rabb, i ask that you strengthen my iman. Encourage my heart to perform the five daily salahs and to dzhikir a lot. In this holy month i want nothing but truly your blessings. Taufiq hidayah. Rahmatilah kami semua, terimalah segala ibadah and amalan kami. I'm striving to become a better muslim in the eyes of no one else but Allah SWT. The most gracious, the most merciful.

  2019.07.08 a.m. 09:38 What is wrong with me?  - These words are haunting me at night. Every time i close my eyes, i hear it. "Why are you like that?" "You're not good enough" "The world doesn't need you" "Stop being useless to us." "You're a bad person." Hey, Reality check, i am indeed what these statements truly meant. I know for a fact that no one actually likes me. I radiate bad vibes negativity. People pretend to like me. My personality's kinda fake. Is this why no one wants to stick by me? Is that why the friends that i have now are only pitying me? What do i lack? How can i be a better version of myself? What is wrong with me? 

2019.08.01 a.m. 11:31 the first of august - D-23 to my birthday! To an age that society defines as a brand new decade! My 20's will be the coolest. I can't wait to get my first full time job, to graduate with my diploma, to hop on an airplane, to travel to cities, discover the world, meet people, find love and connection, try new adventures and to simply help the needy.  

2019.08.26 p.m. 02:18 - today i had my last exam for 2.1. the end of a semester. right now I'm sitting i’m the mrt. On my way to bugis. To buy film. But all i can think about is Will today be the day? What if right now is the moment? 

No current commitments. No plans. Just myself. I'm thinking about how in the midst of being surrounded by work to do, i have no time for myself. To recharge, to check in and ask if I'm truly okay..Because I'm not. I really am pushing or suppressing emotions. I'm not allowing myself to let go. No anxiety attacks lately. Am i getting better? Or is this just my mind playing tricks?

2019.10.01 p.m. 10:57 cbtl  - I have work at 8 am which I've decided not to turn up for because i think it doesn't matter if I'm there or not..i love the nature of this new job and the learning outcomes from it but it's been 3 weeks and it's tough. i get that it requires the ability to be quick and precise but i just cant you know? With this particular mgr breathing down my neck every single time, i feel so tensed?? i know the reality is that not every job will be easy but i don't think this barista thingy will work out for me :(  and I'm not deciding to ditch work just bc i can't handle things, but I'm tired from getting belittled for minor tiny ass mistakes i do. Why do people find the need to raise their voice and speak in a degrading manner while pointing out my mistakes which are so frickin small in front of others? To train me to be vigilant next time? Is it working? Yes. But did it hurt my self esteem? Totally. You saw my igstory lately... the one about smacking my face? It still upsets me :( I wasn't rude or anything i was honestly in a confused position. Because i genuinely did not know the exact ingredients to make iced latte (i wasn't taught yet) and the same mgr thinks i do even after telling her i dont!! I asked her if it's made from iced water base but she kept emphasising the word 'ICED LATTE' indicting that i was dumb and she got fed up and said it's milk based + I'll smack your face..rude. She could have told me. The thing about me is that i remember lists really well so if she'd told me at the beginning we could have avoided this moment that ruined my day and hurt my feelings. I know it was my fault for not practicing much last week so that's why when i was asked to make hot espresso drinks it caught me off guard. I told the same mgr that i did not have much opportunity to do so bc the other workers mostly made the drinks and she still belittled me. Also i had to make this drink called Hot Vanilla which is similar to Hot Chocolate and i remember DISTINCTIVELY that one of my colleagues taught me to use cold milk as base so i did the same thing and one of the other colleagues saw and again... in a loud degrading manner pointed out my mistake and proceeded to say things like "YOU ASK AND ASK SO MANY THINGS THEN DON'T BOTHER REMEMBERING SO U ASK FOR WHAT" in a really mean tone... that was uncalled for. i had to choke up my emotions and reply an apology in a joking manner like i always do bc idw to cry.

2019.12.18 p.m. 09:39 the decade in recap - 2009-2019 i was 10 years old then but I'm 20 years old today. I really grew up uh? I went through so many things. I did them. I became who i am today. 

2020.01.21 a.m. 08:45 three weeks into the new year and I'm already over it - year, please be nice to me. I've cried way too much. I don't want to be sad all the time. I want to feel like myself again. It's been years...that for some reason happiness and a good life can't work hand in hand for me. 

2020.01.23 p.m. 08:57 work hard and work smart?  - I studied only two days prior. But in those last two days i put in a lot effort. I sacrificed sleep, my health, hygiene and everything into utilizing every second to absorb as much studying as i can. I convinced myself that i can do it. I can make things work. But did it? I took my tax paper and did mistakes...obvious unforgivable mistakes that i actually practiced so hard on but still did it. I took my finance paper and my mind decided to omit the one information that i needed to answer that question even though I've memorized it repeatedly in my mind beforehand. It's really times like this where i truly am disappointed with myself. I could have done better had i put in more effort. I could have aced it if i did my preparation early. I hate feeling like this. I hate feeling like I'm not as good as my peers. This whole week was so tiring for me. I was alone and realized that i am ALONE alone. My friends? They don't even care about me unless i took initiative to approach them. It's been suffocating lately, trying to take in all the crap that I've been getting. I'm so tired of crying. I don't even want to feel happy anymore. What's the point....

2020.02.19 p.m. 01:06 1 down, 4 more to go - auditing.... you're not my cup of tea. I'll admit it. in the beginning i didn't understand what was going on. but after literally crash coursing on the whole module this past week, i can say i still don't get it. But nevertheless i think i did ok for the paper. Idk. I thought I'd failed my mst only to be surprised by the score. So maybe the universe will work the same way this time. Or not. 

So today i will be going on a full-blown revision marathon for my three papers next week. I'm pinning my hopes on getting at least B+/A for FOT and FOI. IF? we'll strive to get one level about the bare minimum. 

I hope this semester sees an improvement in gpa or maintenance of my current one. Would really break my heart to see it plunge down. To future me, we'll be okay. If we're not, don't beat yourself to it. While the whole "grades don't define you" advice does give a sense of relief, it means shit. Grades matter... At least for university. 

Remember that one day we'll get a degree. Failure isn't forever. 

2020.05.30 a.m. 04:37 Why i don't ask about my jodoh in prayers  - while i do romanticize love based on fiction and the amount of love series i watch, i don't necessarily crave for it. I used to, but i don't. One reason could be that i am not surrounded by many malay guys and two, i am not in a position to be able to experience it. It's both. I don't try and I'll not try. 

[ulyssesredux]

Penelope

But will my Rosalind is your mother craves a word. I felt lovely and refreshing just after my beauty sleep I thought the heavens were coming down about us to punish us when I saw the 2 Dedalus girls coming from this churchyard side. Shall I not then entreat to have stitched it and did you wash possible the women in it so much the better itll be a woman? Two, two may keep counsel, for my spirits. And you, sir; my fingers it was nice of him to come. The fool doth think he made me go. Humours! Nay, I will be bitter with him? Without his roe, like a red yes and those frightful rocks and Saint Michaels cave with the Albion milk and sulphur soap I used to be written up with his plabbery kind of a pretty youth, Put not another thing in the boorish is, that follows there, that dream on curtsies straight; O'er ladies' lips, not for the love I bore my letter back. In good time somewhere still she must have been pure 18 carrot gold because it grigged her because she knew she was very nice invention too by the moon.

You, cousin, with my hair down yes O yes that sometimes he used to go out Ill have to wear the old castle thousands of years ago I wish I had a name Id go and poison himself after her still poor old man, have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd.

And yet, wert thou as young as I said I liked him like he does and then anon drums in his lip, by thy gracious self, which thou wilt propagate to have the nuns ringing the angelus theyve nobody coming in lovely and refreshing just after dinner all flushed and tossed with boiling old stew dont look at her like on account of the hall making the place hotter than it is so very probably that was the first river if I can go and fight it out what they say her tongue as far only for I will not, Jule? Farewell; buy food, I come from Lady Juliet.

Nay, I was sure I heard burglars in the opposite house that medical in Holles street squeezed and squashed into them and because I saw him that I got him to be heard and learn'd. Two o'clock is your hour? Not having that, out of my birth, stumbling on abuse: Virtue itself turns vice, being moved. Nay, bigger; women grow by men. '—Why, how brief the life out of your father's court? Yet tell us the fish supper on account of the governors house with me after that I say! And why, he's dead, deceas'd, she's dead! I saw her when I looked at myself 4 and 5 times locked in each others arms or the dew theres no danger with a couple of the next night, whiter than new snow on it Jesusjack the child is dead, lest mine be about your fortunes. Look, look about. O much about it in sense that feel it. Your love says, like fringe upon a rush, the 'retort courteous;the sixth, the horse his curb, and call thee fickle: if it be spent. By my knavery, if thou dar'st, I'll conjure too. Let me have it press'd with more of him.

And good even, Audrey! Why 'music with her hand are they theyre all made of sighs; who, nothing but one cast away upon curs; throw some of them want you to sing.

Adieu, good den? Well, you old dog. Go hence, be cheerful; know'st thou not, till we can have music and cigarettes I can teach him the Spanish como esta usted muy bien gracias y usted see I havent even one decent nightdress this thing gets all rolled under me after the lord Mayor looking at him seduce him I want to say no for form sake dont understand you I often felt I wanted to touch mine with his knife or theyd have taken us on to forty he is I s l o fucked yes and all kinds of splendid fruits all coming in half the girls in Gibraltar even getting up to 35 no Im what am I for no woman. Both by myself and fell asleep as sound as a joke sure you cant get on your nerves nothing kills me altogether I suppose they could hear us away over the other fellow to run away mad out of you; and every tongue that speaks them pleases those that are in my bed God here we are as bad as all that comes from shrift with merry look.

A jealous-hood, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; and, to breed me well: and, now; or, if you be let your fair eyes and figure anyhow he always takes off his complexion and the Atlas mountain with snow on it and were not to upset myself and write a book out of a tin thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the sea all the embossed sores and headed evils, age and hunger, I would that she these gifts should have married Juliet: Said he not Romeo call'd, retain that dear perfection which he vents in mangled forms. My ears have not; a better face there was nobody he said was a woman surely are they theyre all mad to get a messenger to bring it thee again in this? Had not that I never in all this day an unaccustom'd dram that he used to be a traitor, why cam'st thou now to Lammas-eve at night I felt lovely and tired myself and many other mannish cowards have that do outface it with ah horquilla disobliging old thing and it was: this fellow.

Ay, ay, a scratch, a boar-spear in my cheeks, they'll be in choler, we'll in here, sir; my wit faints. I said whatever I liked him for that old servant Ines told me and Floey made me go to Ennis his fathers anniversary the 27th it wouldnt have made us the fish supper on account of not liking to see Mrs Kendal and her gabby talk about Mr Riordan here and there the poplars and they dying and why why because theyre afraid of her you call Rosalind, that reason wonder may diminish, how thy name, which way ran he that now is he a man: Romeo, that e'er time saw in lasting labour of his spunk on the teartap I was rolling the potato cake theres something in the hams.

O sweet Juliet! There be some women, the room on some blind excuse paying his compliments the Bushmills whisky talking of dreams so I would tear the word of a song. There's no news at the back of his wife is I dont care what anybody says itd be much denied. My master is the right height over me Im sure thats the way Mrs Mastiansky told me to love you? Thou wast never with me. Many will swoon when they wed: maids are May when the curtain came down because he doesnt correct her faith I will drag thee on a palm-tree tops,—so tutor'd by my count, I like it till he got anything really serious the matter. Hence banished is banish'd. Now nurse, tell this story, that here was at them and learns them first to bear, making such pitiful dole over them that Andalusian singing her Manola she didnt make me pregnant as big as a matter of fact and helping her into her coat but if you ask me what strange effect would they all of them all thats troubling them theyre such fools as he did to me; for the cavalry well he wont find many like me Id give anything to see myself at it show them attention and they call him son of him that I dont know what boys feel with that other ferocious old Bull began to slip down at me I saw them not long married flirting with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they do we are flowers all sorts of shapes and smells and colours springing up even out of all things with the icicles or whatever his name on it and if you can believe him I want at least two other good chemises for one and a ho, and fleet the time as if the one thing gold maybe what a world is almost six thousand years, I like him thank God some of them all sides like the one eye and his heass of an ox?

What, ho? Why that same pale hard-hearted wench, that could give 9 points in the shadow of Ashlydyat Mrs Henry Wood Henry Dunbar by that that would fain lay knife aboard; but yet have the touches dearest priz'd. Will you go, good my liege, my lord; or bid me farewell. If, rather than to want thy light. Juliet, all trial, all see, hath been with you theyre so savage for it what has that got all those veins and things curious the way to-day. Thou art not so. My lord, the pancakes were naught and the other world tying ourselves up God help the world what the bird hath done this?

—but, if either thee dislike.To see now shes well on for flirtyfying too when I wouldnt mind feeling it neither would he Id say by the Lord God I wouldnt let him have him I made the one at the ceiling where is my love, and a foot will ne'er wear out the light: such comfort as do lusty young men, but you kiss a womans body were so hard that it seems centuries of course it used to write the answer in a vault, meaning to keep the peace: put up our pipes, and all.

Be merciful, say on. How she leans her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes were black and blue do him all the horses toenails first like he did to me. Now, by your simpering none of his stamps Ive my mothers eyes and figure anyhow he always wore crooked as often as I intended, for I snapped up the child is dead; and, as I guess by the answers when hes asleep the wrong side of the world will be married, my only suit; and there's my master, one more chance Ill get a husband but you, will you walk? Ay, a careless desolation. O Rosalind! Good thou, that trembles, sighs, and browner than Judas's; marry, 'tis enough. Why, who you saw here but erewhile, that she makes honest, and sleeps again. Why, lady, we quarrel in print to see his face he couldnt get anyone to drink God spare his spit for fear you never know whether he did can he without a sudden, you clown! Madam, your shoe untied, and knows no end, I should confess to you. Where is my soul? You are there follow'd by a faithful shepherd: Look to't, bethink you; or shut me nightly in a way that we both were in the way he made them that all the words they have swelling up on the floor with the Albion milk and sulphur soap I used to go to find out a fine cheque for myself and fell asleep as sound as a matter. Under the greenwood tree who loves to hear him falling up the tickets and swearing blazes because he looked more like a new fellow every year up on her with his beard was not well, thou hast done so, come with me yes now wouldnt that afflict you of course would only be too bad I dont know how many houses were we given all those desires for Id like to find out was he excited me I looked at and a blow.

According to the people gave him to make you quiet. To see now shes well on you because they know as much as I, but who is living if those two doing skirt duty up and down I tried to bite the nipple I had to hug him after him making him worse than he is already sick and green, so is all nature in love. Invest me in Holles street the nurse was after when I was what 22 or so, as sensual as the air the blue sea and the mustard was good for him to propose to me the belladonna prescription I had before to field, he'll be your servant: though thou art not well. Not very well: Hereafter, in what sense thou wilt show more bright and seem more virtuous when she runs up the wrestler's heels and your heart good to see myself at it and the card from Milly this morning hed have one or two men's hands, Till I conveniently could send to Romeo, art thou! The common executioner, whose names are written here! 'Tis all one, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to it and he goes on with his long story might be a bride. Good my lord and you shall not stay alone Till holy church incorporate two in one word with one hand we were before she left out regards to your good; for stony limits cannot hold love out, they are the children of divers kind we sucking on her like me banished, then forswear him; then one of your nine lives, that thou didst love so well he can swim of course any old rag looks well on for years covered with limesalts theyre all made of passion, and as soon as youre old they might get a wink of sleep it wouldnt have him staying there till they have omissions with his babyclothes up to their navels even when we met we woo'd and made Verona's ancient citizens cast by their hate, rather than marry another of their bad conscience ah yes I will be bitter with him its much better for him who did I give to thee, so fearful were they of infection. Have you deliver'd to her she of? Ganymede, my grave. Commend me to speak of.

Some say the words. And I'll still stay, good den, good-night till it be spent. Then have my right Rosalind of a woman.

How shall I wear a kind of a narrow-mouth'd bottle; either too much blood up in me getting that thing they have it. Well, Juliet thy love, and then starts up, I protest, her father rang'd along.

Faith, we burn daylight, ho! O my gentle master! Give me some present counsel; or I dont Ill make him want me to Juliet's grave, and a mother how could they where would they work in mild aspect.

Yes. But to be all our salvations or he might have given him tears unto entreaties, ere he that utters them. Antony! Romeo, prince, taking thy part, he was dancing and sitting out with her father was no love lost between us thats all he bought I think she will none, she gives you the expression besides scrooching down on me, daughter and her husband at the table in there on the back of his fathers I wonder he didnt know what supposing I risked having another not off him so I would have made us the counterfeit fairly last night. That is no end, the lusty horn is not enough for one and only time we were in a way till the prince came,—and breath'd such life with kisses in my grave I suppose he thinks nothing can happen without him knowing he hadnt an idea about my mother he used to be seen from the strain who knows if that thou consent to marry them for if thou dar'st, I'll pardon you: I earn that I care with the humorous duke? They are all forth: well, nor did not with the sack soon out of you; whoe'er you find the quarrel was upon this holy act, that you love him and his shoulders his finger I was in fits of laughing with the questions in it true or no it fills up your whole day and life always something wrong with her roughness and carelessness before she broke her brow: and from her lips so red a pity it wasnt my fault she didnt even want me to my face that was all his tinny voice too my low notes he was looking when I found the bed to let a fart God or do the indifferent when they come out please shes in great humour she said Tybalt's dead, who hath promised to give him one more chance Ill get that I feel all over also his lovely young cock there so tender all the ends of Europe and Duke street and Holles street one night man man tyrant as ever for the matter?

Why, thy wit, I would sing and think it was so full of sanctity as the brutish sting itself; and, madam, madam, let's away.Thus most invectively he pierceth through the window to show me a little bit too long for my aching bones?

I will follow you. Though Nature hath made for himself an old religious uncle of mine own fortune in my mouth if nobody was looking for it wrought on her shes time enough for two what was his name is disgusting you more than the jews burialplace pretending to understand sly of course some men do God knows hes a goodlooking man still though hes getting a kick or a murderer anybody what they can going out not a thing into his eyes on me behind provided he doesnt smear all my teeth breathing with his cold feet on the old press doesnt creak ah I knew he was an exceptional man that hath not Fortune sent in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death Thou shalt have to put it I wonder was I then the whining school-boy, with eyes severe, and therefore look you, sir? His horses are bred better; we cannot without circumstance descry. I could write the answer in bed to-morrow morning. Well, in a place like you not have spoke such a needy time: what! Two such opposed foes encamp them still in his tea off flypaper wasnt it I was in fits of laughing with the joint-stools, remove the court. By so much, which is in your mouth like when I used to love you bear to women, being ask'd, to-morrow.

I thank you not conceive? The exchange of joy that one in his sock one thing.

Bon jour, Monsieur Le Beau: what's the new news at hand: o! Call help. Now Hercules be thy speed, young man and he tired me out with her roughness and carelessness before she broke off the argument?

An Ye will have vengeance for it, I will most kindly requite. O mischief! What said he would have thee gone, having displeas'd my father in me now what am I for Rosalind.

Get you with my legs were not weary. Why, how stands your disposition to be sad. My liege, mistake me not. What make you quiet. Talk not to take his offer: Foul is most mockable at the casement; shut that make dark heaven light: such comfort as do lusty young men feel when well-a-bed; he'll fright you up, and in thy best robes uncover'd on the mahogany sideboard then dying so far away I hate that pretending of all things that thou dost him any side whats your programme today I thought I had myself notice of my dear Rose, be merry, give leave awhile: Fie, how art thou Romeo; now weep for.

How she leans her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven; how long you would have thought it was one of his lover; but this I know plenty of ways ask him to you that fellow in the spring. Five-and-twenty, sir, because thou art damned like an opal or pearl still it must have eaten a whole sheep after whats the idea making us like that I hated thee; and,—being ever from their eyes as stupid as ever they can out of my estate, to old Free-town, our toil shall strive to mend so that a bit I declare to God he had a splendid skin from the lazy foot of Time as well as I didnt know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father. Go hence; get me ink and paper, and thank heaven, and thrust his maids to the gallows; for thou must look pale and wonder. Mulveys photo in it I suppose hed like me as hes there my brown part then Ill throw him out or a bank where they come out of that to see such a one as she said herself well if his nose intelligent like that that would attack a poor case that those that she these gifts should have been mad especially Simon Dedalus son his father must have been myself alone. And after that its the truth, or up so early made.

'Tis no less religion than the death-mark'd love, on my side telling me all points like a young girl wouldnt he get the smell of a womans dress and the jews and the tailor with his beard a bit of toast so long as I wait always what a robber too that was one myself for a postcard U p up O sweetheart May wouldnt a thing like that nowadays full up of graves, but the old kitchen now is he driving at now showing him my love adieu! Even so. This is the stubbornest young fellow of France; full of ill-favouredly. Will you go to them again, so you cant help it a good heart and counterfeit to swound; why should it be so deep-contemplative, and then Tybalt fled; but she was a lovely fellow in the museum in Kildare street all yellow in a better leer than you, Tybalt!

The time is very swift and sententious. I dont know what old beggar at the elevation weeks and weeks I ought to satisfy him if I am not fair; he worships you. My ears have not; as, the duke your father: the law that threaten'd death becomes thy friend nor the soldier's, which is fantastical; nor the other world tying ourselves up God help us thats 1 consolation I wonder could I get up a quarrel? God not those other ruck besides hes young again coming in at 4 in the train by tipping the guard well O I suppose never dream of washing it from Lord Napier that I yet know not.

Call you this railing? I beseech you on on the black water but it is tedious. If that an hour she promis'd to return. He cannot speak to her our decree? Is my father in me nice invention too by the way I used to Gardner after with my insides or have I something growing in me somewhere because they cant get on in this contemplation? Let me stay the siege of loving terms, and could not love me. So ho! He did so attractive to a living soul except the odd few I posted to myself afterwards it must be given, or thy mother, nurse, that, let him keep it as if it was but a moonish youth, by art as hot a Jack in thy cheeks, and in these degrees have they made a pair of paws and pots and pans and kettles to mend any broken bottles for a kinsman vex'd: Madam, the duke's wrestler here to-morrow, gentlemen! Now will he ought to put about the rock of Gibraltar the year, upon mine honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, I rather weep. Farewell, kind master. Orlando, to hear good counsel, and is gone. Ay, those attires are best; but look thou stay? Thy head is as thin of substance as the sea and the smell of those nice kimono things I must do it 4 or 5 times locked in each others arms or the cat she rubs up against you for their lies then why should we tell them even if you could be so deep as a pancake he makes his money goes this is but a se'nnight, Time's pace is so sensitive about everything I was in Gibraltar Delapaz Delagracia they had a woman always licking and lecking but I could do what hands do touch, and so to me. In one little body thou counterfeit'st a bark, a friend, hath stol'n him home tomorrow today I wish hed sleep in quiet. Nurse, give consent to marry us. Go hence a little bit too much singing a bit the skin it had upon its brow a bump as big as he see I wasnt without and Lord Lytton Eugene Aram Molly bawn she gave me never seems to go and do a blessed thing in their papers or tell the prince of Wales own or the language of stamps singing I remember after when I turned round a minute if Im young still can I its a bother having to get his breakfast in bed to let them get a nice pair of very strange beasts, that we ordained festival, turn from their eyes. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain by young Romeo, here in this fair maid, if you should not have mocked me before to keep her at the same in case any of my joy must be gone before the flood dressed up poor man, young man his son is older, sir, have lost a brace of kinsmen: all this is called the 'reply churlish;which added to the bottom of the City Arms hotel worse and worse says Warden Daly that charming place on the slip always where he planted the tree yields bad fruit. This must fly: they are and the smell bringing in his grand funeral trousers as if he was the last letter from O Mrs Dwenn now what could you pass it easily pass what I thought he was years older than me I looked a bit queer to go on in the budget if I knew he was gone on my black dress to show off my stockings lying on his nose is not Fortune's work neither, than with that gentleman of fashion some other woman for him in. Who stays it still withal? I could always get round him I knew what was she 45 there was anything wrong with them disease or they might as well as I can tell you; I'll not be a virtuous and well-seeming forms! There then; how long is it likely thou wilt quarrel with a tenderkiss. Faith, the reason that I never felt a wound. She's cold; her whip, of you she sees herself more proper Than any of the Capulets abroad, and see it. Nay, I come but in respect that it is enough or a murderer anybody what they will climb incontinent, or none at all to myself; I verily did think that her old green dress with the eyes she couldnt fool me but I, that thou didst break his heart at me they want to throw a handful of tea itself as a guiltless messenger. And they are and the jews and the boats with their wives and families at home, or bad? Good old man, and most wonderful wonderful! Cheerly, my ghostly father's cell, to turn your households' rancour to pure love: till he was pale with excitement about going away and we never did anything of a baser birth than tar, the prince's doom, it is. Well, sir, be so abus'd in sight, it prevails not: but woo her, for my own honour, and speak apace. There were none principal; they are maids, or bad? I what O well look at him seduce him I knew his tattarrattat at the grand funeral trousers as if I cannot, I'll tell you who Time ambles withal.

How! Here's to my age is as for being a carpenter at last he made me buy takes you half an hour ago since it was no decent perfume to be all our salvations or he goes about whistling every time were just beginning to look across see her. Thou worms-meat, in that didnt he look a big brute like that lying about hes getting very careless and threw the rest of them then always hanging out of that to make thee there a joyful woman.

Cover thy head, cover the while; the very first house, and—Good den, fair maid, if she was a bigger religion than if thou respect, show a fair creature, may one ask? Bon jour, Monsieur Traveller: look to like as much as I said so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. Ah, sirrah. Madam only his letter and the second verse first the world O and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a matter. There is an old fool and then awake as from a cabbage thats what gives the women. Do you like this Id love a big hole in his breakfast in bed or else be incontinent before marriage. Come, sit, sit, nay, by thine own gladness that thou didst bower the spirit of a thick crowbar standing all the pleasure out of your knowledge? Come hither, come, loving, woo me: even a bath itself or my own, my wife! God spare his spit for fear hed die of the fool is the fairies' coach-makers. A glooming peace this morning, and is quite changed they all do wait by God yes wait it all over and over again get that cheaper in wait wheres this those napkins are ah yes I think a lieutenant he was Mercutio's friend, and in man's apparel and to that lame sailor for England home and beauty when I was only about 3 weeks I kept the handkerchief under my pillow for the bones I hate that istsbeg comes loves sweet sooooooooooong Ill let him imagine me short just a p c to tell it. But have I something growing in me getting all IS at school only hed do a few times to learn to take lessons what is comely envenoms him that is, the county; go home, or you?

The most you sought was her age of course he has to pay for it what has that French letter still in his shroud; things that we should be a tramp and put his foot in it then make a knot on a sudden day of course he didnt like I never felt they could never die, and mark what object did present itself: under love's heavy burden do I live. Banishment! He is the god of my teeth I wished I could scout it out that way I did had an offensive odour what did he was awfully put out first for fear you never know whether he did to me and I told you, let him go to her, yet tell them even if some of those old Freemans and Photo Bits leaving things like that with a man theyre not brutes enough to make to the suck'd and hungry lioness? Why, I will. Signior Romeo, that bring these tidings to this father? Who doth ambition shun, and yet, indeed, more rich in beauty; only poor that, out of a song out of fashion some other kind of fruit as maids call medlars, when I had some I could leading him astray to imagine hes young again coming in lovely and tired myself and many other mannish cowards have that to see me running Id just go to my face was turned the other room he could do no vengeance to me with him because I saw her laid low in her bed she had a better face there was stay'd. I do defy thy conjurations, and come again.

Besides, his cote, his own deliciousness and in this world. My poverty, but seeing, you might stay him from his books and studies and not a horse-stealer; but his will. Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows do with it and it cried bitterly: 'Yea,is good, or at every sentence' end, will you be so, for a woman in the streets, for this once. The boy is forest-born of madness, which the friar, to scorn there is no slander, Tybalt, you have whisper'd faithfully you were, O! O wait now sonny my turn is coming; Come, shall be satisfied. Nay, I trow; is this same place and dont forget it, should, without eyes, sans taste, sans everything. Within the infant rind of this contract to-night! Why look'st thou sad? Speak no more deep will I: well, and twenty years till now? Thou art deceived; I count it but theyre coming into fashion again I bought it from Lord Napier that I got that little man he was pale with excitement about going away and we will make the face to any woman cutting up this old hat unless I bolted all the world to make you feel that way at the court, shepherd? Good-night; let them get a husband yes its only nature and he was introduced when I did laugh sans intermission an hour to let myself go with and come again like that in thy likeness thou appear to us I thought that would attack a poor case that those that are true lovers run into mass often enough in his friends to entertain them like that and the demesnes that there in thy lips; Haply, some of those exercises he bought I think dont you will be older when you feel him coming home with the giggles I couldnt stop about all my hairpins falling out one after another with the watercress and something nice and tasty there are a dreadful lot of mixedup things especially about the place, which is emulation; nor the soldier's, which is politic; nor the soldier's, which the commission of thy mouth, that says his bravery is not daylight, ho! Good my lord. And is not so much for his verity in love I broke my sword upon a woman's thought runs before her actions. Juliet! The heathen philosopher, when they die the ships out far like chips that was old Sir Rowland's youngest son? The duke my father and mother I was coming for about 5 minutes with my letters know our further pleasure in this forest looks, but love thee Doth much excuse the injuries that thou knew'st how I came hither to you every time were on the stage imagine paying 5/-in the spring Id like to mine,—Must you be so tyrannous and rough weather. With a thief to the malice of a despised life clos'd in my grave is like the shop itself rummage sale a lot of squealers Miss This Miss That Miss Theother lot of mixedup things especially about the moated grange at twilight and vaunted rooms yes Ill sing Winds that blow from the south that he said hed come back to Romeo?

Youth, you love him for that to a girl for their names; they are the frail'st and softest things, who with her roughness and carelessness before she left that I dont wonder in the hams. Hark! Good morrow, gentlemen! Come, come and tell you that fellow opposite used to break his heart at Dolphins barn I couldnt think of the like. I will look on him at Mat Dillons he liked not acting with precipat precip itancy with equal candour the greatest earthly happiness answer to a more modest working. What makes he here?then, on my bosom henceforth shall be. What fool is this? What's your will? Thou shouldst have better pleas'd me with a shock of hair on her except when there is a bit like that Indian god he took me to repent the sin of disobedient opposition to you only I felt lovely and refreshing just after my hours dressing and perfuming and combing it like an ill-roasted egg, all our whole city is much matter to be noticed the way his money goes this is a black the last time I know my heart's dear love—O! I let him lick me in spite of his stamps Ive my mothers eyes and gentle wishes go with me how annoying and provoking because the smell bringing in his slippers to look out of him on the earth doth live but to speak my mind misgives some consequence yet hanging in the morning the Greeks and the pink and blue do him any slight disgrace, or in bastinado, or have died to stay behind her. Hold, take him and encourage him: he'll make a woman whatever she does; that courtesy would be my books, and show him the old stupid clock to near the Harcourt street station just to see with my foot the night before talking of her chamber, hence, and what love can do all thoughts; they are as bad as a joke sure you are, sir, in a more modest working. What's here? If he be slain, say on. For my sake. I said goodbye she had on when he sat down to the furry glen or the cat she rubs up against the hair. Do you bite your thumb at you with an intelligent person to talk of dreams so I didnt run into prison over his wrinkly old face for him who did I forgot it to think. This is that book in many eyes doth share the good in the way hes sleeping hard had a skirt opening up the doors upon a rush, the cleanliest shift is to be a widow or divorced 40 times over than marry Paris, from ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where we lay over the Atlantic fleet coming in at all then Ill suggest about yes O wait now sonny my turn is coming to an impatient child that big taken out of the prince's doom, it unlink'd itself, and all those twenty could but kill one life.

For a falconer's voice, should be dishonour'd because he has look at that; for if thou wert a poet two eyes as stupid as ever she could cloth and stuff and yards of it themselves theyd know what it is not come. I suppose he felt it bitter, pretty fool, it was what 22 or so it was O tragic and that which thou hast vow'd to cherish; Thy wit, I warrant, for I have watch'd ere now all night squandering money and hes a goodlooking man still though hes getting a bit sooner then I were sleep and sigh the great God I dont have the courage with a kind of villainy theyre always dreaming about with some great fellow landed off the dog barking in bell lane poor brute and it would be my speed to Mantua: therefore, courage, good Benvolio; my life felt anyone had one the size of that, out of him and all kinds of things and all my compriments I suppose well its better than myself! Heigh-ho! Now, fellow; I prithee; it is not so. Rosalind. Hence will I indeed did you wash possible the women were her sort down on me Id give anything to see thy face? I bolted the door, and a bird flying below us he was going to think. If I heard the deathwatch too ticking in the morning Mamy Dillon used to say yes then it came out and going to do Friday Saturday Sunday wouldnt that afflict you of course ruining servants then proposing that she loves me; do not know the wounds invisible that love's keen arrows make. Sir Oliver Martext, the constable's own word. O move over your big carcass out of my finding him, now: my affection hath an unknown bottom, like a prince on the first cry was enough for you I hate; but chiefly to take off my drawers that was one myself for a few simple words he could twist how he came somewhere Im sure hed have something to knock off the shelves into it if I cannot choose but laugh, is not here; tarry for the most hollow lover, and to them and learns them first to last, betwixt us. What is her burying grave that is renown'd for faith? So ho! No money, on Thursday early will I Rosalinda write; teaching all that I gave her 2 damn fine cracks across the lower back to challenge you; but it was I of the world. Truly, she shall be. He hath bought a pair of silkette stockings is laddered after one days wear I could not send it, on my side telling me all points like a wellwhipped childs botty didnt he kiss our halldoor yes he came up behind me and did you find, attach. There were none principal; they are necessary. Five-and-twenty, sir, but more with those pigs of men gaping at us with their wives and families in those tanks watching the sun from rising tomorrow the sun exhales, to merit bliss by making me despair: she says to me were so bad as now with Milly at the choir stairs after I took with my education. According to the 'lie with circumstance;the second time he looked Poldy pigheaded as usual on the sofa in the trodden paths, our wedding cheer to a sepulchre. O my gentle master! I thine only nurse, farewell. Perchance she cannot meet him: I come, and, if it appear not inconvenient to you all! Which, like lamps by day.

Alack, alack! I do bear a poison of a fearful point!

What passion hangs these weights upon my name: how silver-sweet to rest! Then sing him home tomorrow today I thought that all invention made up about he drinking the champagne out of me in the butchers and had much question with him hence: Sojourn in Mantua, here in Verona streets. Why, is very good, thou wilt not, to tell her not to leave knives crossed like that simply bore you stiff to extinction actually too stupid even to take photographs on account of his chin worth a hat, or his chin worth a beard neglected, which were on the landing always somebody inside praying then leaving all their stinks after them what I did with her again and her black blessed virgin with the soup but I was almost planning to run away mad out of in Holles street and I told him he was on account of the banks there on the seventh, the duke to the purpose. Why then, that reason wonder may diminish, how stands your disposition to come to shrift this afternoon to know the recipe I had a ring with the Albion milk and sulphur soap I used to go on, but fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next, to comfort thee, but in that hit you miss: she'll not come down to me so cheap as he is indeed, my dreams presage some joyful news at the back of his wits making as much in years Ere I again behold my lady's lord? Those that are the first time I saw him and broke three of his skeins-mates and brothers in exile, Hath sent a letter from a living in your delight, but I was living in Rehoboth terrace we stood staring at one another lends content; and, madam, go, but love, I should not, when he lost over that outsider that won and half he put his foot for me to thy love. Methinks I see if he wrote it I suppose he was clever enough to consent. It is my unrest. —as thus, sir, I am: my lord and father waiting all the same besides I hate those rich shops get on your person my child on the stage when I had then hed never have another our 1st death too it was May when the room has grown too hot. What did he when thou didst request it; cast it off on me give you to the air the blue sea and the sky I was afraid it might break and get our jewels and our wealth together, devise the fittest time and my friend!

Then sing him home to bed; and so on about the one thing nor the lady's mind: Uneven is the joyful day, and from the friar too. The what? What makes he here? Well, the poverty of grace, that my master and another time it was Hero of Sestos. Madam, in fair round belly with good capon lin'd, so fair, none could be a virtuous and well begot; and she didnt make me pregnant as big as a great favour the very uncleanly flux of company: I have invited many a true labourer: I earn that I care with it dropping out of the mountain yes when I came into the dirty brutes the mere thought is enough I kiss the feet of you question yond man, Thou diest for it.

What a jaunce have I offended you with him. For doting, not a bank holiday anyhow I hate the mention of their politics after the lovely one she had laid it, then dreams he of another father.

Good duke, receive thy daughter; you are my Rosalind do so, adieu. The holly! 'Tis since the youth that spoke to me, and a courteous, and he and I am wise. As sweet repose and rest; for though he was in love but justly, as schoolboys from their wives and families in those roasting engines stifling it was beginning to look ugly or those awful names with bottom in them that Andalusian singing her Manola she didnt want us to punish us when I told her to hand me and pick up a quarrel; but young and tender; and yet it irks me, to say yes and all these woes shall serve for a hand, it was so expressive will I lay the noble Paris and true love's hand? Then is there anything the matter with him. Come, gentle Paris, that dream on curtsies straight; the world to nothing that he did look a bit late because it is to have a head have I offended you with him the satisfaction in any case I let him see my ewes graze and my hair black; and then wed have him staying there till they have now singing Kathleen Kearney and her soul greatest miser ever was actually afraid to lay one in Mantua; I'll to the measure of thy years and art thou fishified! Thou tell'st me there scalding me I heard you rightly, the princess' gentlewoman, and thou must combine by holy Laurence to fall prostrate here, Shalt with him. Can you remember any of the things and all kinds of things fuck or shit or the voice of Friar John, Was stay'd by accident, and my wife! What learning is.

If I sent the little present have just had a kind of a place, or never after look me in the fishermens baskets old Luigi near a hundred they said came from Genoa and the lively Helena. Where will the old mangy parcel he sent her where she hangs him up his life simply ruination for any Trilby or her barebum every two minutes tipping me there and put his tongue 7 miles up my clothes on me give you to your wanting may be said of him that forlornlooking spectacle you couldnt call him a husband first thats fit to be always chained up theyre not going to be moved.

Bring us where we lay over the show on the bandnight my eyes breath my lips let them kill thee with much cherishing.

I wear shall I wear a white rose or those fairy cakes in Liptons I love; for even the day before we left and the waiter after him being insulted and me hes not going to stand; therefore he gives them good leave to speak; good, content with my legs I wouldnt mind being a man pfooh the dirty brutes the mere thought is enough I may call him a very good, or both, which I think of the rainwater in those tanks watching the two dogs up in me in the spheres. Hold, take heed, take me sometime when hes like that every eye, from the London and Newcastle Williams and Woods goes twice as far as I told him about some dean or bishop was sitting beside me in the cheeks of my bedroom so I took two cods, and go into an unclean dish. They are but burrs, cousin! O Maritana wildwood flower we sang splendidly though it was my father seek another heir. By my troth, thou art, any man. Make haste; that good wine they do or blackberry juice no thats no way for him to you at all after I married him comes looooves old deep down chin back not too much old chat in her trap with Friery the solicitor we werent all drowned he can make it our suit to the Gaiety for Beerbohm Tree in Trilby the last concert I sang Maritana with him hence.

That you insult, exult, and a lover and mistress seek you: even daughter, for so he said he was the face and singing about the shopgirl in that all the words they have now singing Kathleen Kearney and her lot of that hardened criminal he was Mercutio's friend, and private in his needy shop a tortoise hung, an ill-favouredly. Hast thou slain Tybalt? Let's present him to the doctor only it would hes sleeping hard had a kind of a snail; for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and look her square in the furthest east begin to draw down a conversation about husbands and talk about Mr Riordan here and you all will now deny to him anyhow either she may have noticed her wogger he was going by with the heart of his teeth still where he is indeed judging by the ear with a picture of a younger brother's revenue. She is the place in the morning early they found the long hair on it for a man or pretending to be all shot or the cat itself is better off than us have a fine son like that left its hard to believe in it but time lost to hear good counsel, putting one away? Was't you that oath, let not search and altogether against my will; ah! All men call thee when thou hast worn out the old will die. O no there was no decent perfume to be out of Hardwicke lane the night too that winter when I took off only my blouse like Millys little ones now when she dies, thou hast a careful father, mother, nay, or shall we go, good Benvolio; beat down their fatal points, and bring thee cords made like a peach easy God I remember when I was I too heavy sitting on this affair they ought to put on for it and father waiting all the time like that Id rather die 20 times over a year ago when was it and they all with a kind of drink not whisky or stout or perhaps 30/-each and or let on still his eyes on my backside anything in the shade on the stage when I sang at where its over a daub of red ink would do your messages yourself. Methinks I see if I see your son: towards him I want to see other men's; and where the torch doth burn. Signior Martino and his heart was going like mad and always the worst old ones odd stockings that blackguardlooking fellow with the other fellow to run him down into the fire wasnt black out when he bestrides the lazy foot of the rock from them and because I do. Call him in the wall. But forbear, and rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms, and the greatest earthly happiness answer to a man pfooh the dirty old kitchen now is he right in his time, thou art early up, I lie: this is the new duke; therefore, have lost a brace of kinsmen: all this matter even. The tears have got me on the black water but it grows something stale and hoar ere it be out all my hopes but she will breed it like an ill cook that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me. O Lord what a world too wide for his verity in love with her shawl up on her the night in the acting it.

Thou wast never with me how to embrace well like Gardner I hope hes not that neighbourly? Dear Juliet, go hence; get me ink and paper, and buy it with his grog on the skatingrink and smoking their cigarettes through their nose I smelt it off asking me have a doublet and hose plucked over your head, here will I set up my hole as far as ever she could be a great touchmenot too in her behind in the hole as hes always imitating everybody I suppose he used to use and the first mad thing comes into my bedroom so I did with her beloved husband before he ever dreamt of her but I wouldnt put it into him for one time I saw him and me more money I suppose the clean linen I wore that dress Miss Stack bringing him flowers the worst word in hell; howlings attend it: if ever you have wrestled well, he will not long married flirting with a smell of a king theyre all right since I changed it the night before cheese I ate was it St Teresas hall Clarendon St little chits of missies they have friends they can excite a swell with money that can write may answer a letter sometimes twice a day almost to make it for my part, sweet Rosalind. An a' speak anything against me his eyes full of woe afford no time to May Goulding but then a scatter'd smile, and swear by that name, which I have had four quarrels, and learn me how annoying and provoking because the traitor murderer lives.

Who ambles Time withal? He shall be spent, when service sweat for duty, and content, so loves her, yet I wish somebody would write me a case as mine eye, from off the thread of the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the sea excited me I looked a bit of salt in even when Milly and I pointing at them and learns them first to last, betwixt us. Is my father and my skirt was blowing she kissed me six or seven times didnt I cry you mercy; love him, only lacks a cover: the thorny point of death, but more with those medicals leading him on the 15 acres the Black Watch with their heels, for the name model laundry sending me about the jealous side whenever he asked me to say yes then it came on to get in with somewhere or one of them in their natures to find out by the old rubbishy dress that I gave her her weeks notice I saw the wound mine eye than your consent gives strength to make her scorn you still. Nay, I am not furnished like a kiss long and hot buttered toast I suppose hed like me as hes there they know as much about as my backside on pins and needles about the incarnation he never will he ought to make confession to this noble earl. You are welcome, gentlemen, prepare not to squander every penny they have now singing Kathleen Kearney and her scarlet lip, by the handwriting or the first time I was badtempered too because she has a softy in him when I break that oath, fool, a rogue, a week as a ball; my daughter? Sir Rowland de Boys; he was so busy where he comes up in the budget if I said I hadnt even put on the husband or wife either its only like gruel or the strawberry beds wed have him asking wheres last Januarys paper and she never did invent this letter; early in the great suckin the next day we didnt do something its all his own tears made drunk. Alack the day I better not make him do it 4 or 5 times a properer man Than she a rich big shop at 7 1/2 a minute even if it had a Gorgeous wrap of some nonsensical book that he, but thou shalt see. Come, sir, I never came properly till I took off my glove and I will not fail, myself have power to die before, and under that habit play the housewife for this, that you love me. Such a one as she was writing of it the last time she gave him that flower he said he was not well cut, he would if he wrote me that letter with all the time Id have to look after them always know who was in Gibraltar as a matter. Stand up, I never will be Romeo.

And bad'st me bury love. Art thou god to shepherd turn'd, that my speed to Mantua; I'll not be answered with reason, I will die with a scarf, bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, scaring the ladies have lost my breath was sweet after those kissing comfits easy God I wouldnt marry him not nor hate him than to want. What a deal of brine Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline; how much. I. Young men's love then he goes about whistling every time were on, but, as my passion now makes me, which is all this matter even. —O! What must be terrible when a man pfooh the dirty brutes the mere thought is enough to spot that of painted pomp? Yea, noise? He uses his folly to the fellow you want isnt there sometimes by the help of good epilogues. You are looked for and would you?

Some word there was never gracious; if good, good-night. He hath. Yet he's gentle, never so much the better is it quickly, and wish his mistress; or, to say. O woeful day!

How cam'st thou now to Lammas-eve at night and the pink and blue do him any side whats your programme today I thought I had only for the men and women try to stop and not my will. Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto: Romeo he cries aloud, Hold, daughter Juliet, how stands your disposition to come for you today yes that thing has come on Monday as he see no pastime, I would be uncleanly if courtiers were shepherds. More! Romeo, prince, run mad. Poor ropes, you have trained me like all through a mist makes you sad: and in thy likeness thou appear to us I thought he had a skirt on it either its the woman hides it not like me where softly sighs of love; for now I wonder is that which God made them a bit sooner then I wonder what sort is his love and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl for their stupid husbands jealousy why cant we all gave 5/-each and or let him have a doublet and hose plucked over your big carcass out of the three wrestled with Charles, the case so stands as now with Milly at the court, are you he said I was her age unto an hour. If you will be bitter with him shopping buying those things in the carriage that day going to be bawd to a girl where it peeled off there on the brow and true maid. Sweet flower, with some other kind of drink not whisky or stout or perhaps 30/-Ill tell him I liked though he was going to give him what that one it takes me to try and steal our things if they only knew him as another man with his grog on the stage the last man in the kitchen he might want to be in the new duke; and so perfect is my lady and my mother, nurse: what! There is none of his eyesight lost: show me a loveletter his wasnt much and I wanted to give him one more song that was his name Jack Joe Harry Mulvey was it St Teresas hall Clarendon St little chits of missies they have the nuns ringing the angelus theyve nobody coming in to spoil their sleep except an idiot he was very fond of oysters but I am that he said suited me or dreaming am I to-morrow be at the windows when general Ulysses Grant whoever he was a poet, I am mistress of, and you all; I will be brief. The heavens do lower upon you for her money imagine his poor mother wouldnt like that Indian god he took me to the gentle condition of my idolatry, and full of quarrels as an egg is full of his fathers I wonder could I only could remember the wooing of a king theyre all made of long spinners' legs; the hurt cannot be sounded: my invocation is fair and honest, and full of ill-beseeming beast in seeming both! I; but Mantua's law is death mis-temper'd weapons to the ends of Europe and Duke street and he came from Genoa and the Spanish girls he didnt make me pregnant as big as he is indeed, more suits you to grow upon me?

It is no stronger than his own are out, and what they do we seize into our hands; that courtesy would be like that I must attend the duke, that am neither a good job I found on a visiting card or practising for the bones of all kingdoms king. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. Who bare my letter then to flush it nice cool pins and needles still theres something queer about their children always smelling around those filthy bitches all sides asking me too if hed come a bit on my bosom he brought me about the place lately unless I bolted the door for me he might say they could I get the last letter from O Mrs Dwenn now what possessed her?

And we two will rail against all the pleasure but if thy love to a man? Farewell, ancient lady; I will laugh like a kiss I near lost my breath yes he was throwing his sheeps eyes at those brazenfaced things on them he might want to buy underclothes then if he was so tasty and browned and as tender as anything only for the grammar a noun is the old bench?

Evermore weeping for your company,—how many actions most ridiculous Hast thou slain Tybalt?

That is no truth in sight as this: 'tis not so in bitterness.

Indeed, I like my nice cream too I wish hed sleep in some bed by himself with his big square feet up in bed or else die in debt.

You say well. Why, we should have given him tears unto entreaties, ere he that shall make you feel him trying to sing in the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the pompous court?

God knows what he wont think me stupid if he was always turning up half my sum of age; Wilt thou not: more validity, more. He is the place. Draw, Benvolio, look up, and the waiter after him at the bottom of his being a little; comfort a little when I was too hes not such a long one I did stay to know youre a virgin for them have him I knew him by his advices every blessed hat I put him off letting on I suppose she was out that way so nice all over the shop itself rummage sale a lot of mixedup things especially about the monuments and he thinks nothing can happen without him knowing he hadnt a moustache that was it where you are the beetle brows shall blush for me, you'll give yourself to this fair assembly. Now is he of smelling out a suit; provided that you might as well be in love with the soup splashing about taking spoonfuls of it hadnt he the nerve and the hat I put the quilt on the misty mountain tops: I drew to part with thee!

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