#dunno m8

[drewiresora]

I could argue that this aroace flag is better at communicating that it is the aroace flag because it has the purple n greens and the "grey scale" that both ace n aro flags have and everyone that can identify those two will understand what this flag means

And is the best combo/mashup aroace flag because it does have design unlike other combined flags

And that I love so much the colors of the aroace sunset flag and I like the idea of using blue for aroace, but it doesn't communicate that well that it's aroace, it doesn't even have the iconic "grey scale"

But I don't have the time to do that, so

[cosmic-ships]

UH OH

[loonlynxshenanigans]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018), Guild Wars 2 (Video Game)

HEY GUESS WHO’S FINALLY POSTING THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THE CROSSOVER FIC I’VE BEEN WRITING!!! HAPPY HALLOWEEEEEEEEN

[greaserink]

FUCK KEEP IT TOGETHER, CASH ME BOY, WE CAN'T LET OUR FRIENDS KNOW WE SIMP FOR THEIR OCS

[perpetualxfire]

💿

[send me a 💿 and i'll shuffle my music and write a starter based on the first song i get]

{ Song Rolled }

Carolina has always channeled negative emotion into aggression. It's a trait that's generally seen as masculine; people seem to have a hard time realizing that's what she's doing. Instead they think she's obsessing, which... Isn't entirely false, in and of its own narrative.

Creating the course was just as difficult as running it, of course. She had to find something difficult enough to challenge her, while still being... Relatively safe. That wasn't an easy feat, and the go-to options tended to be boring and run-of-the-mill. Of course, if they were challenging, it meant she needed more practice, but this was also a distraction.

So she ran it again.

And again.

Her muscles screamed for release, and that felt more real, more down to earth, than any concern her own mind to put forward. It stopped her from obsessing, at least for a short while. It was almost an addiction; in fact, the difference between a more classically defined addiction and the addiction to the release of endorphins from heavy exercise was so small that the distinction between the two felt trivial with any level of critical thought. She knew this, but there were far worse coping mechanisms she could develop.

It wasn't until her course times were getting slower, her steps getting more fumbled, her legs shaking when she slowed for even a moment, her lungs burning with the effort to rasp in another breath, that she slowed, and stopped. Once upon a time it would be frustration at her own limitations that took over, but now... It was just exhaustion. She was tired, in far more ways than physical, but she simply couldn't rest. Every time she tried her mind, her own worst enemy, got the better of her.

And so she found herself, drenched in sweat, wind chilling her through a threadbare shirt that clung to her from the dampness, sat upon the sandy shores she'd claimed as her own, watching the rising sun dance on the water with nary a thought in her mind as the exhaustion sank in.

She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep. Even if she managed to, something told her she wouldn't be alone for long. Her actual visitor may come as a surprise, this time, though.

"... No matter how far I go, or what I accomplish, it's always going to be the same shit, isn't it?" She didn't normally speak those thoughts aloud, but she'd been trying, recently. It was nice, to imagine somebody was there; she'd been feeling incredibly alone since Church's... Departure.

"And I'm going to keep trying. I can't just... Not do anything. I feel like I have to. I have to do something. I can't just... Rest." Physiologically, psychologically, she felt like she was hard programmed to keep going, like a wind up toy that chugged along until its inevitable demise. She could picture herself tumbling off the edge of the table now. It wouldn't be the first time.

"I just want out."

[misanthropiczombie]

People do in fact save, retain, and archive other forms of media and online content creation. Vines, tiktoks, twitter threads, can all be found in "my favorites" compilations and shared elsewhere. People save fanart they like to their phones (many of which are probably backed up via dropbox or icloud or whatever and so archived there, too) to use as backgrounds or contact photos or emotional pick me ups. You keep stating that you specifically post fanfic thats "incoherent trash" that you then say is weird for people to want to keep a personal copy of, and I'll be honest. I've never read "incomprehensible trash" I've thought "Gosh, I'd love to put multiple weeks into putting this on my bookshelf" Most fanbinders are not just "pressing print" as you stated in a tag (exceptionally dismissively). I spend a good week in the typesetting process alone. Finding and making art assets (and by finding I mean utilizing sites that I pay for who's point is free-to-use lineart and photography) spending the time to select the right fonts, design the right title page, ect. And then I print it and sew it and decide on the best book cloth and end papers and title format to encapsulate what the story is and means. It is very much a labor of love. Maybe all you do is press print, but framing your personal experiences with binding and the type of fic you produce as universal is... strange at best. You also complain a lot about the kind of control you have over your work vs professional authors and... the cognitive dissonance is astounding. Fanfic is, definitionally, taking another creators work and transforming it through your efforts into something else. You are participating in exactly the same thing you are railing against. Did you ask the authors, creators, actors of the shows/books/games/ect you write for? Unless it's Neil Gaiman or Diane Duane or Anne Rice you probably don't inherently know where the author stands on transformative works. Expressing discomfort is not what's caused the backlash. Being dismissive and rude and aggressive is. And, truly if you're that uncomfortable with transformative works, why in the world are you writing them? Why do you seemingly deride the people who like your fics specifically? It's okay to be uncomfortable with something, but it's less okay to take your discomfort and make it a moral failing on everyone else's part.

You're welcome to find people creating their own transformative works of your fics weird or uncomfortable and to tell people 'no thanks' if they ask, but the high horse you rode in on is naught but a rocking horse.

an artist i follow got an ask about whether it was alright to use their art as covers for fanfic bookbinding and i'm. sorry i must have missed this discourse but since when are people outright printing out other people's work and binding them into books? do you contact and get author's permission (sure as fuck hope so)? and how do we writers feel about that, because i certainly feel very uncomfortable with that idea. i mean not to spoil the artistic expression of bookbinding because it's beautiful work that i most certainly could not do, but. you can access them stories any time you want on the websites where they were originally posted. why print them? again i mean i get the pleasure of holding & reading physical books, i much prefer that too, but like. get some books i guess? sorry i come from a place of honesty and tbh surprise and confusion about this whole thing. someone tell me how we're feeling about this. someone explain to me why it's being done. i just wanna understand

[captainlondonman]

The Making of a Skin

Olly had been flipping thro’ the dating apps recently and most of the guys he had teamed up were boring. Ok for a quick sex session but once he had cum he was ready to get back. Grindr was fine but he felt he was getting nowhere with any real excitement. One of his hook ups had suggested a new App which the guy had said he had looked at but the guys all looked a bit rough and not for him. Olly made sure he got the App name before leaving. The fuck had been lousy so no wonder the bloke was not interested in anything different.

Might as well give it a try. He was feeling a bit horny and in need of something different so he opened the App, subscribed and started flicking through.

 Shit the guy was right, there was a lot of leather and rubber with bulky guys, most seemed to smoke cigars and have walrus whiskers. Not for me, Olly said. He was about to flick again when a guy caught his notice. It was just the face but he had a shaved head, clean shaven and looked mean. Nothing about him but he lived nearby. Olly pressed the button and immediately had a response.

‘You up for it?’

‘Yup’ Olly replied

‘You lookin’ for sumthing different?’

‘Yup’

‘OK M8 get yourself around’

The guy sent his address

‘Get round now, got it?’

 Olly liked the way the guy sounded demanding. This should be different he thought, rubbing his crotch and feeling his bulge grow.

Olly took only ten minutes to get to the address, a council block of flats in an area he would normally not go to. Thankfully there seemed no one around and anyway he made sure to park his car away. The guy had told him which block and to press 18. Olly did as told and heard a rough voice saying

‘2nd floor you can walk up. Lift off’

Not sure what to expect Olly walked up the two flights and saw that one of the two doors were open.

‘Hullo’, he shouted meekly

‘Come in and shut the door mate’

 Standing in the hall was not just a guy with a shaved head but a Skin, in 20 hole black DMs with yellow socks, bleachers, yellow braces and a Black Fred Perry shirt. He had been working out and showed bulging muscles which were covered in tattoos.

‘Never seen a fucking Skin before? You saw my face so you should have it worked out. So now’s you’re here better have lager. I fucking need one and a  Marlbro. He went into the kitchen and came back with an open can and handed it to Olly.

‘Come in and sit down’.

‘I don’t usually drink lager’, Olly said

Skin muttered, ‘well that’s about to fucking change.’

‘Sorry what did you say?’

‘Nuthin’

‘Want a fag mate?’

‘No I don’t smoke’

‘Fuck, you soon will’, Skin muttered

‘Well drink up mate. So what’s you wantin’. Looking for some quick sex and then off is that it?’

‘I saw your photo and it looked interesting’

‘Interesting? What the fuck does that mean.’

‘Dunno know just that’

‘Well drink up mate and make the most of yer lager.’

 Not sure what to do Olly quickly drank his can. Feeling a bit scared he took in the Skin sitting opposite with his legs apart his booted feet firmly on the floor and he could see a good sized bulge in his bleachers. Scared or not Olly could feel his cock starting to stiffen Suddenly he could feel himself becoming drowsy, his vision becoming blurred and all he wanted to do was sleep.

‘Sooory I’m feeling a bit tired, perhaps I’d better go home’, that was all he said before he slumped back on the chair, letting his empty can drop to the floor.

  Olly felt cold, he could not move and something was around his face. He needed time to think. Where was he? As his vision came back he realised that he was stark naked and in a bath, his ankles were roped together and his hands were tied behind his back. Something leather was strapped around his head and in the centre was a leather ball inside his mouth . he could not speak and almost felt like choking. He started to panic.

Suddenly he heard

‘Stop being such a fucking baby and man up.’ The Skin leant over Olly and spat a huge gob between his eyes and then taking his hand rubbed it all over his face taking a lump of spit and forcing his finger around the leather ball gag

The Skin was standing in front of him, legs apart with a can of lager in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

‘Time to get going Boi’

With that he bent over Olly drawing in the smoke and blowing out into his face. Olly wanted to cough but the leather ball prevented him..

‘Fucking inhale dumb boy’

Skin continued blowing the smoke into Olly’s face until Olly had to take in the smell and fumes.

‘That’s it Boi, you soon luv it’

Once he stubbed out the ciggie, he opened the can and with his other hand undid the gag.

‘No fucking noise from you boy’

And with that he grabbed Olly’s hair, pushed his head back and started pouring the lager down his throat.

‘Fuckin swallow Boi.’

Olly gurgled and started to swallow mouthful after mouthful until the can was empty.

‘I need to pee, please’ he murmured

‘Why do you think you’re in the fucking bath. Go on let me see ya piss’.

Without waiting Olly peed himself, his piss running down the bath

‘Tell you what Boi, I need to piss myself as well.’

Skin unbuttoned his bleachers and yanked out his meaty cock.

‘Take this Boi ‘,and with that sprayed a river of piss over Olly

He lit up another ciggie and started over blowing the smoke straight into Olly’s face.

‘Fucking inhale boi. Let me see you cause youll be smoking yerself soon.’

Once he had finished he took the shower hose and washed down Olly and all the piss in cold water.

‘There you are Boi,’ he said putting the gag back in.

‘Every hour I’ll be back and you’ll get a lager and ciggie smoke. Got it?’

Throughout the day Skin came back with another can and rammed the lager down Olly;’s throat. By the end of the day he almost looked forwards to the taste of the lager as well as the way he was forced to swallow. Even when the smoke was blown into his face he found himself inhaling more and more. When the last can was given he asked

‘Can I have my own cigarette please?’

‘Look Boi, forget all this bloody poncy language. It’s a fucking ciggie got I and I want to hear the word Fuck being used all the time got it?’

‘All that fuckin lager sure make you piss yerself judging by that stream Boi. Makes me want to piss.’ Again he undid his buttons and pulled out his cock . This time he grabbed Ollys head and pulled off the gag

‘Time to drink something else Boi.’

Skin leaned over the bath and with his cocked aimed directly into Olly’s mouth. ‘Ive been fucking drinking all day mate so there plenty coming and your takin it all.’

With that he let out a heavy stream of piss into Olly’s mouth who was unable to take all as it started running down his face.

Seeing Skin’s cock right in front of his face and tasting the acid piss started making him happy, and he could feel his cock lengthening.

‘Christ Boi, yer luving this. Look at yer fuckin cock. Not a bad size Boi. That’s what I wanna see. This is just the start. Boi I’ll make a skin man out of you yet.

Skin buttoned himself up and went out coming back with electric clippers, shaving foam and a razor.

‘Time to get rid of all that fuckin hair Boi. No bloke of mine has hair. Yer best shaved. Be a man, a skin man’

With that Skin set to work and within the hour he had flushed all Olly’s hair down the bath and in place was a gleaming scalp.

‘That’s a fucking great head you’ve got now. Makes you look so much better You can stay tied up tonight and we’ll see what tomorrow brings. But you deserve a treat eh’

He undid the gag briefly and poured another can of lager down Oll’s throat and then lit up a cigarette.

‘Time for your first proper one Boi. I’ll hold and you puff. I wanna see you fucking inhale big time got it?’

Olly by now  was desperate for his fag and knew instinctively how to inhale. There was no coughing after all the smoke he had taken in during the day. He took in puff after puff emitting cloud of smoke.

‘Well done Boi, yer on yer way.

I’ll see you later OK?’

After an hour Olly heard the front door bell ring and heard Skin exchange a few words with another male voice.

The door opened and in walked The Skin with a replica but the guy had a rubber T shirt on , Fred Perry style. His arms and head were covered in tattoos. Olly could hardly make out all the patterns but he was able to note the St George’s flag, a skull, a clenched fist with centre finger upright, the Nazi emblem and writing that looked vaguely German. He was all muscle, his rubber T shirt tight against his 6 pack but it wasn’t just the T shirt that was tight. His bleachers showed what looked liked a truncheon down one side, thick and semi hard.

‘So this is yer Boi? Not bad. What do you want done?’ he said opening his bag

‘We’ll start light mate. Gie him an Iron Cross on his shoulder, then S-K-I-N across both knuckles and on the back of his neck in big letters F-U-C-K. Let’s get to work.’

 Olly suddenly realised what was about to happen and started to struggle in his bondage.

 ‘Stop fucking moving Boi,’ he growled and then took his hand and slapped Olly hard across the face. ‘Much more of that and I’ll have your whole fucking body covered.’

Again Olly struggled.

‘Take that you fucking wimp,’ again his hand smacked the side of Olly’s face.

Shit it stung. Olly decided it was best to stay quiet.

The Skin undid the ties and hauled Olly out of the bath, taking his hand across Olly’s arse. ‘Any moaning and moving from you Boi and I’ll take my paddle across that bum of yours’

 Olly sat on the chair obediently and the Tat man took out his tools and started his work. Olly bit into his gag to stop any moaning. The guy started on his neck and then took his hands and on each one formed SKIn on each. Finally as he started on the shoulder The Tat man was standing in front of him close to his body and he could feel the guys bleachers rubbing against him. Not just his bleachers but he could feel the outline of his cock and as it lightly rubbed against so he could feel it lengthening. It did feel like a truncheon. Olly started to move  his arm into towards the dick so the guy knew and clearly he was loving it.

The Skin saw

‘What the fuck is going on with the two of you. Boi that dick of yours is suddenly fucking hard. You enjoying yer tats?’

The Tat man turned round to face The Skin.

‘I think its my fucking dick he likes.’

‘Shit man, you getting turned on doing my Boi. Christ that’s some bit of meat you got there,’ he said starting to rub his own crotch ‘Think its time we had a bit of action and see how Boi performs eh?’

The Skin put his hand out and slid it down the length of the Tat man’s cock then took a hard clench, rubbing his own cock at the same time.

‘Fuck that’s a real dick man. I thought mine was big but shit that’s huge. Time you got that out’

Both skins opened their flies and forced out their cocks, both rock hard and both standing in front of Ollys face. The Skin had a good 8 incher with a gleaming head already showing some precum, but the Tat man must have had 10 inches and thick. Olly could not believe having two dicks belonging to Skins like this right in front of his face

‘He’s my Boi so I’ll go first and then he can take you after his throat’s widened’

 The Skin put both hands around Olly’s head and guided him to his cock. As he did so Tat man spat a gob onto his cock and started sliding his hands slowly up and down his shaft.

‘Fucking open wide Boi you’re taking all my cock right down the back of yer fucking throat ‘

Olly choked as The Skins cock was forced into his mouth.

‘Fuckin breathe properly so you can take this. Just remember yer next cock is even bigger’

With his hands around Olly’s head he started ramming his cock deeper and deeper into Olly’s mouth. Olly let more and more spit onto the shaft to make it easier.

‘That’s it Boi you’ve got the hang. Take it’

This is what Olly wanted, skin prick. He didn’t need The Skin to force his head he was doing it because he wanted. Now he wanted the bigger cock in his mouth

‘I’ll fucking come in a minute. You’re bloody great Boi,’ he said taking his dick out ‘let me see you take his dick in yer mouth’

The Tat man moved in. I can see you’re going to love this Boi. Shit you’re a real sucker.

He also put his hands around Olly’s neck and directed his cock but knowing the size was gentle allowing Olly to open his mouth wide enough to take the diameter.

Taking the cock more slowly turned the Tat man on, even more feeling Olly’s throat expand to take it all. OIly wanted every inch of his dick and slurped down the shaft and as the Tat man clenched his arse feeling his cock throbbing so the skin put his hand between his crack and started rubbing his cheeks.

‘Christ that arse of yours is loving the face fuck mate.  One day I’d love to give you a real fuck. Shit you’ve a mighty pair of cheeks.’

The Skin was now even more horny and worked up, wanking and watching Tat’s mans cock inch down more and more while rubbing the arse.

‘Fucking great eh. Right Boi time for your first load of cum. Grab your own dick and we’ll all come together right’

Olly already had his hand around his cock. He was ready to explode after two cocks in his mouth.

‘Don’t know about you mate but this Boi has me ready to fill his mouth with my cum.’

‘Fuck I’m ready when you are,’ the Skin said as he was now wanking hard.

‘You ready Boi. Lets go’

With that all three erupted their load of cum. The Skin spurted his load over Boi’s face as the Tat man let rip down the back of Olly’s throat, so much it was oozing out of his mouth and down his chin. Olly exploded his pent up cum all over the floor. It was like a fucking avalanche of cum from all three.

‘Fucking hell man, next time I do a tat I’ll bloody well make sure I rub me dick against the bloke. Not sure they’ll give such a great blowjob. Well done Boi.’.

The Tat man stuffed his cock back down his bleachers allowing some of the left over cum to drip through his bleachers.

‘Might as well let the blokes see what I’ve been doing eh?’

He picked up his tools to go

‘When he’s ready for the next set of tats let me know. I’ll be back like a bloody shot and I’ll want a blowjob before and after I do them.’

After he went out The Skin said

‘Well done Boi, you sure took the full length of his dick. Never thought you’d get that monster down yer throat. Sure made me so fucking horny. Here’s a can for you. You deserve it.’

‘Can I have a cigarette as well.’

‘Can I have a cigarette as well,’ he mimicked. ‘You can have a fucking ciggie when you ask. I wanna hear skin talk from now on or else I’ll bloody well slap you again, got it?’

‘Can I have a fucking ciggie mate?’

‘That’s better and glad you now know ciggies are for us skins.’

Olly drew on his fag savouring every long puff

‘Right next stage Boi, need to get you dressed, get next door I have everything laid out for you.’

Laid out neatly was a MA 1 green jacket, a Fred Perry T shirt white with black stripes at the collar, black braces, bleachers long white socks and black 20 hole DMs with white laces.

‘Time to get yer gear on, you need to look like a fucking skin but first come here. Olly stood in front of the Skin who put a thick metal linked chain around his neck and secured the padlock.

‘Know what that’s for?’

‘Fucking no’

‘It tells everyone you’re mine and only I can unlock you. Looks good on you and better when you have my gear on you. Its my gear so you are definitely mine , all mine.’

 Olly could not believe his luck. All this gear was for him to wear and better still it belonged to his master As he lifted up the T shirt, Skin said

‘That’s right smell it first. Yup its me you smell so you’ve my smell against your body.’

Next he put on the bleachers. They were tight but the right size and he could feel his cock start to swell as he forced his dick down one side. He put it down the same side at The Skin as he could see piss marks

‘Thought this would fucking turn you on Boi. Any skin gets off when he’s in full gear’

The Skin picked up the socks and rammed them into Olly’s face.

That’s it, smell these stinking socks,’ as he rubbed them across his mouth. ‘Not washed for months Boi.’

They were rancid but Olly was getting off on them, his cock getting bigger

He put the socks on and then the boots. Instinctively he knew how to lace them, then the braces which he let hang down at the back and finally the bomber jacket.

‘Shit Boi you look fucking great. I made the right choice with you. How do you feel?’

‘Just look at me fuckin big cock. Fucking right, Skin.’

‘That’s me boy. You talk skin now, that’s because you are one. There’s a mirror over there. Take a look.’

Olly could not believe it, gone was that pussy boy. He was looking at a skin, a mean skin and shit that cock of his had never looked bigger stretching down his bleacher leg.

‘I need a fucking ciggie looking  at me.’

‘You can have one as we go out. Now’s the final bit’

Take this and follow me.

He handed Olly a baseball bat and pushed him out the door. As they stepped out into the street they both lit up. People started moving aside as they walked up the road several people looking at Olly’s large crotch. He could not keep his erection down. He felt brill.

‘What you’s fucking looking at.’ He shouted at people ‘Never seen a hard skin before.’ As he waved the bat towards them.

The Skin smiled. ‘Yup he’s my Boi.’

They stubbed out their ciggies and turned into a deserted warehouse. The Skin found an unlocked door and shoved it open letting both of them in.

‘Right Boi this is all yours. Do what you want.’

Something triggered in Olly’s head and he knew what he wanted to do. His cock was rammed hard, he knew he looked a tough skin, being so horny had made him feel full of skin aggro.

‘Oi Oi I’m a fucking skin, no one gets in my way or else they’re meat.’ and with that he took the bat and swung it breaking up everything in sight screaming

‘Fuck the lot of them Fuck, Fuck. Life is for us skins, we rule no one gets in a skin s way.’ Glass was smashed, boxes broken as he wielded the bat.

The Skin watched feeling more and more horny watching his Boi.

‘Shit me’s cock ready for that arse of his, Im so fucking ready to unload in him.’ His cock was rigid down his bleachers and he could not keep it contained any longer, lifting its full length out to show a gleaming head with precum.

Olly was loving the damage he was making and his cock was as hard getting off on the aggro and anger. A damp patch was appearing on his bleachers exactly where is cock head was

‘Get the fuck over here Boi, im waiting’

That was a command thought Olly and seeing the Skin’s thick erect dick he knew what was going to happen and he was gagging for it.

He put down the bat and walked over, the Skin grabbing him and putting his right arm firmly around Olly’s Neck

Suddenly Olly felt a zip goung down at his arse.

‘Fuck mate you’ve got a rear zip on me bleachers.’

‘They’re my bleachers and yes how do you think I’m going to fuck you in your gear. Now shove that arse of your out towards me.’

The Skin dropped a large gob of spit onto his dick and rubbed it down the shaft. Need to give a bit of lube so you can take my full length Boi’

With his left hand he guided his cock into Olly’s arse. Olly could feel his crack being opened and his hole being forced to take the prick. As soon as he felt the head he started moving his arse back into Skin to take the length.

‘That it mate, I fucking ready for your dick so start fucking me’

‘Don’t fucking worry Boi I will. Get you own dick out, I wanna see you shoot as my cum goes up yer bum.’

‘Eh you’re a fucking skin now being fucked by another skin  and you are all mine Boi. It’s what you want Boi isn’t it.’

‘Fucking right mate, go on ram that dick of yours up me let me have the full length. You’ve got a good one there Mate and I wanna feel all of it. Your gonna fuck me again and again after this. I’ll never get enough of it.’

‘That what I wanna hear Boi.’

The Skin was getting more and more horny hearing his Boi desperate for a shag and moved his cock in and out faster and faster.

The faster he fucked the more Olly was rubbing his own shaft. He wanted to shoot across the space with all his cum while feeling the rush of Skin’s cum up his arse.

‘This is the best fuck I’ve had in ages Boi, you are a real little sub needing my dick’

‘Get on with it I want to feel your spunk in me’

‘Shit it’s coming get ready Boi to spurt your cum’

The two skins were glued together is their full gear, fucking for all their worth.

‘I’m cumming Skin’ shouted

‘Me too’

With that both came, a shit load of spunk up Olly’s arse and another shit load spurting across the floor.

‘Jesus what a bloody fuck that was.’

Thanks mate for making me into a Skin. This is the fucking life.

[lensman-arms-race]

What could the hardware equivalent be of going out for a meal? If you're a species that doesn't eat, is there anything akin to going out to dinner?

I know we have seen cameras 'eating', but I assume that was a visual gag/early installment weirdness. I reckon they get energy by plugging in to an electrical grid.

At music festivals and places like that, you can often pay to use a super fast charger to charge your phone. Would that be luxury dining for hardwares or would that be their equivalent of fast food?

There might not even BE an equivalent of dining out, of course - they're different entities from us. It might be like an alien saying 'So what's your equivalent of flimflar?' Dunno m8, it's just not a thing for us.

[sinningtamer]

Hey, so how do you write unbirthing to be painful?

idk where this came from because ive never done any unbirth stuff LOL, but if i did id probably depict it as feeling painfully good/erotic? so i dunno m8

i’m honestly not super into pain stuff in kink unless it’s paired with also feeling nice, just extreme (being really full or like a character getting off to being gored. i say that even tho i did just draw that jimmy, but i mean usually…)

[hollowfaith]

Shoe marks land on Aurelius’ ribs and sides, causing him to sway even further. He finally lowers Eiden—only to tuck him securely under his arm the next second as he wobbles towards the door.

“Then I’ll just…”

“…go ahead…and throw you out…”

Wait, where were they again? Which way was the front door?

Aurelius looks at the short male in his arms before raising him up and over his head. The difference in weights makes him wobble unsteadily on his feet, but his grip remains tight as he glares at Eiden.

“I do what I want.”

“So stop looking down at me.” He shakes the guy a few times for emphasis.

[eabwriting]

Centuries, Divided.

U wot m8?

U don’t talk proper.

I most c'rtainly doth!

P'rhaps t is thee.

Wot u tryin say?

That I talk wrung?

I am not implying,

I knoweth!

U sayin I’m stupid or sumthin?

ugh! Slimy mooncalf!

U mad, no cap!

I am sick when I do look on thee.

U make me sick 2 m8.

I’m m're sophisticat'd,

Thou Speak in tongues.

Dunno wot u say,

But I talk write.

Concur to disagreeth,

Living centuries apart.

U can’t change my mind m8,

Liketh thee with I.

[sharkwithc4]

may,, uh,, may i ask for some scraps?? some spare ideas on what i can write or draw?? 😢

kennedy sibling bonding time ? dunno m8 srry 😭

[samthecookielord]

💘 If you bite yourself what do you taste like? If unable to do so, bite a friend.

1 says: "????What. Well I'm not biting myself because I'm not an idiot. But if I did I'd probably taste like, I dunno. Dry paint. Hold on I'm gonna go bite someone but NOT because of your suggestion. I was planning on biting someone anyways."

2 says: "OH RIGHT I CAN BITE THINGS NOW. ow. i taste like pain. i think. I'm still not sure how taste works just yet-"

(tourney post)

Previous answers:

1 said (R1:M7) - Q: "what's your favorite act of trolling that you've done" - A: "Oh boy, I've got a history of trolling, hehe. I once kept sneakily taking things and putting them on top of the roof. It took everyone quiiiite a while to figure out where it was all going."

2 said (R1:M8) - Q: "What's the worst advice you've heard?" - A: "Hmph. 'Be yourself'. Maybe it works for all of you, but not for me! Now some people are just rude to me when they're not even supposed to be."

[abrahamshipwreck]

My menthol eels is really REALLY bad today. Got majority of chores done but I am exhausted and paranoid and Not Pleasant to be near so I dunno m8 have a good day

[twerkyvulture]

so my best friend and i have some kind of hotties for each other and when we cuddle its mostly him lying down, me lying flat on top of him (like a vertical hug) and he massages my lower back. I got an orgasm from that several times and i never dared to tell him. He is really good at touching me i want to eat him up but we are too shy to make the first move. dunno soft petting forever i guess...

agdjsgdd that's hot as hell and it sounds like you've both already made the first several moves??? follow your feelings and do what makes u both happy... i believe you can do more if you want but even if you try & find out you don't want much more than this, you still have a great thing here. nothing to lose. peace and love m8 ✌❤

[boyakishan]

Mather post or something. Read more is basically old rant.

Old new old post.

Sup. My name's Boyakishan, I'm a writer and I'd mind if you'd fuck right off if you're a nazi terf, radfem and uh. More words here.

If you think any person of any kind, without exception of anything and within reason, have the right to both exist and do things regardless of if they're actively or not actively causing harm to others or being a bother to others.

Or if you're gonna make a big fucking deal out of it and act like that's correct and not just your stance on reality. I'm not gonna argue with someone who's assured they're in a world populated with elephants or sm.

And that's the word count for the stupid cunts.

Alright, so. My name's Boyakishan, I'm a writer, weird self identifying system (I'm not making a big deal out of it or whatever, don't worry about it).

Head to @boyakishantrinity if you want more writing stuff.

@boyakishantriage for. Main stuff?

And uh, @boyakishantriobeta exists.

Dunno what I'm doing here, but be aware. I am big dumb, I explain badly and like. Probably smarter to block me because I'll probably end up pissing you off somehow or sm ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Hi. If you're here to insult me, go ahead.

If you're here to ask any questions about eh blogs @boyakishantriage or the bitchy @boyakishantrio-beta . Go right on ahead.

Rp is at the Triage account, y'know how to use your brain.

No I'm not sorry, yes I'm very blunt and please tell me if I'm rude or anything really.

Also, don't expect anything from me. Like every person on here, I can't read what your saying. So just say bluntly, what I did wrong and what you want.

I give advice and AO3 will be added because surprise surprise I'm a writer.

Oh and advice means anything. Just DM or communicate and I'll see what I can help with. Not a professional of course.

Dear god I'm not a professional.

Anywho. If you're still reading this. Hi :)

https://www.tumblr.com/boyakishan/707856863838027776/state-what-the-problemmain-point-what-u-want-me

^tldr: if ya send anything be blunt and state what it is, what post and what U want me to do about it TO THIS ACCOUNT. Or you can try talking to Triage. Since, y'know. She isn't me. Good luck m8.

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Hi

I'm an Chinese, Malaysian Australian with about as much loyalty as a semi experienced hooker. I have some normal clients, no one knows about the other people and the people who do know each other don't know I'm talking to them.

I'M ON AO3, SAME NAME. @boyakishannarrative for some previews.

To be clear: I am kind of an asshole and I don't care in that. I treat everyone the same, unless otherwise needed, and it's because I care too much. I'm "more mature for my age". Or, I'm at that point when you're really old and you've lived life. It's done and you just. Don't care. You're gonna die. And you're content with it. It still terrifies you and if you don't have to, you're gonna take up. Etc.

I like to DM interesting people. It's confidential and I can give advice, no guarantees tho because I have no idea what I'm doing.

Contrary to the confidence or arrogance I permeate I have no idea what I'm doing.

I'm writing a novel thing. Aura and ReAura. It's on AO3 by the same name as this.

I'm a blunt narcissistic delusion insane dumbass with the equivalent qualifications as most dogs. I'm more wise than intelligent.

Tldr: I might be the greatest asshole you'll ever meet. Or I'm about as delusional as you can get and I'm very deep into the dunning Kruger effect.

I dunno, but I like to help and take chances.

Oh and if ya wanna see cute stuff as I find it, request to join the "CuteList." And I'll update ya.

I follow under philosophies such as

Fuck it

Fuck you

Well this is happening I guess

Well that happened

Life's dumb.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Etc

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