#even if i am completely off base with all of this

[thoughtscout]

I agree that I am indeed concerned about skepticism surrounding the nature of someone else's sex, on the grounds that natural variations in biology can create factors that might make a woman appear more "masculine" in the eyes of society - and these traits are greatly stigmatized for the women who have them. height, greater amounts of body hair, breadth and muscle mass are all things that are targeted as being "unattractive" and "un-womanly" on account of them being stereotypically "un-feminine".

but isn't it interesting how the trans movement feels the need to constantly hide behind womens' natural biological variance, or even just gender nonconforming women, as if their existence only exists to protect the identities of males who identify as women? I've noticed that these days, people rarely seem interested in defending the existence of body-variant and GNC women, unless it's to prop up the fact that people who were born male are inevitably going to display some identifiably "masculine" bodily traits, even post-transition. we've hardly even worked on destigmatizing the existence of these "un-feminine" women, who are still widely looked down upon by most of society, and yet they are being used as a somehow "positive" voice for the trans community. why is that?

furthermore, isn't it also misogyny to imagine that there is a list of things a male can do to their body in order to make it irrefutably a "woman"'s body? things like growing long hair, wearing makeup, shaving body hair, taking estrogen to attempt to feminize features and develop larger breasts - all of these are marketed by the trans community as forms of "gender-affirming care." how exactly do these things "affirm" a sense of woman-hood, if a woman could just as well have short hair, wear no makeup, never shave, and have a "masculine" appearing body with a small chest?

I think something tremendously important to keep in mind is that you should absolutely be hearing alarm bells in your head if women (especially feminists) are being accused of harbouring and exercising somehow more misogyny than their trans movement counterparts. it's classic victim-blaming, a political silencing strategy that has been used since the first wave.

hence, I care little for 'transvestigators' who are men or position themselves on the conservative end of the political spectrum. their opinions don't greatly concern me. if I saw a woman questioning someone's unclear sex from a place of self-interest and/or a feminist perspective on the other hand, I would naturally want to advise her some amount of caution to prevent from jumping to conclusion. however, I think it does a great and frankly insulting deal of disservice to our assumptions of womens' intelligence to imply that she would be completely incapable of identifying someone else's sex based on visual cues.

it is honestly a little bit frightful that one of the default defensive positions trans activists tend to take is along the lines of "well, you can never really know what sex that person is," as if we're trying to just... essentially gaslight women into not being able to believe their own eyes, and what their own senses & knowledge are telling them. interpreting someone's sex based on visual, physical clues is completely natural, and is a normal and intentional part of human psychology. if a woman is in a vulnerable situation, or simply wants to set a boundary that keeps her within the presence of her own sex, she is entitled to do that.

the fact that there isn't a 100%, 10 times out of 10 reliable way to identify every single person's sex, doesn't mean that women shouldn't be allowed to know the sex of a person when it's important to her, or that sex is a completely neutral factor of someone's body that should be treated as completely irrelevant in every single setting and situation. maybe there are places in society where it should be more neutral, but certainly not everywhere, and we're a long way off from things being good, safe and equal enough where someone's sex doesn't matter whatsoever.

It’s wild to me to see transvestigator conspiracy theories online that could be so easily explained by natural human variation. That woman has a deep voice? Yeah, sometimes they do. A woman has broad shoulders?? Maybe she plays rugby or hits the gym a fuckton. There’s a “bulge” in her tight pants?? Maybe her vulva is just fat. All the “markers” of trans woman that transvestigators use to harass any woman aren’t even things unique to trans women.

[soleilapproves]

The Demon King's Bride - prologue

(sukuna x reader)

Synopsis: Sukuna Ryomen is reborn a human being as punishment for ruining the balance of good and evil in the divine realm. To lift his curse and return to his original form, the former demon king must complete the condition bestowed upon him by the deities. Except it can only be done by having a child with the street thief who stole his coin pouch.

fanfic masterlist / main masterlist

Inyo, ying and yang, Shiva-Shakti, good and evil. 

Every belief is built based on the balance between opposites. When that balance is tipped over or disrespected, there are serious repercussions, no matter what being committed the act. 

The demon king’s hair was like pink sakura, blowing in the harsh winds of the Realm of  Judgment. With his head hung low, all he could see were visions of the souls he had eaten. Clean souls trying to enter the afterlife. Clean souls that had the misfortune of having to cross his domain when he was feeling particularly ravenous.

The divine courtroom was a beautiful yet chilling site, with golden clouds and striking blue thunder visible from the Pavillion of Divine Punishment. A dry storm building static on every cursed hair on the demon king’s body. 

“The deities have decided- you will receive the ultimate punishment for ingesting all the human souls on that fateful day,” a black-haired god boomed from his seat across the Pavillion. Striking black eyes trained on the large figure kneeling before him.

“You, Sukuna Ryomen, will be reborn as an immortal human being. You will not have any of your divine powers on earth. To lift your cursed punishment, you will look for the other half of this divine marble.” 

A bluish, almost black, hemispherical object floats towards Sukuna’s face. The demon still didn’t look up. Pride and shame conflict in his head. “Only when you meet the human woman with the other half of your marble will you be allowed to lift your curse and return to your former glory. You are allowed one question regarding your curse. Ask wisely.”

Sukuna raises his head slowly, eyes filled with hatred and vengeance. “How will I know that the human has my pearl?”

“The eyes. The human will have eyes like no other.”

The hearing was then concluded with the thunderous slam of the Divine Mallet. 

Snow is a natural cushion for all kinds of sounds. Even the loudest of pants sound like whispers, which is why the entire town of Seion is so quiet this winter morning. Thick heaps of snow decorated the landscape of the little sanctuary in the valley, including a far-off estate at the edge of the dwelling.

Where a damned man screamed his lungs out. Centuries of pain evident in his bellows. His pale skin almost blended with the snow if it weren’t for the pitch-black tattoos decorating his rippling muscles- a reminder of the reason why he was banished to earth. His back flexed as he rose from his kneeling position. His much shorter servant, whose hair matched the exact shade of snow (save for the red stripe passing around their crown) presently on the ground, wrapped a thick robe around his shoulders.

“Master, you are a human being. They are fragile and get sick easily. Please, let us go inside.” 

The man wordlessly pushes off the robe from his brawny shoulders. Red eyes come in contact with the servant’s deadpanned ones. “Three hundred years. It has been three hundred years of looking for that hellish pearl. Where am I going to find it? I searched far and wide in all the lands and visited every brothel my pathetic human eyes could find, yet no one had the pearl. I have been driven to gouge out the eyes of every supposed beautiful woman. I am starting to believe that the deities are playing a cruel joke.” 

The servant simply picked up the snow-covered robe and folded it before the dampness could freeze it. “It is not a cruel joke, my Lord. They would not have given us the Scroll of Promise if it were so.” 

Promptly, the servant pulled out a tattered sheet of paper and read out what was written on it. Ancient scripture rolling off his tongue. “For the Demon’s return, he must fulfill the condition bestowed upon him by the Divine Council–bring upon the other half of the cursed marble to the holiest temple in the land. The other half lies within one of the many mortal souls created by the deities.” 

“You do not need to repeat the words of those unforgiving scoundrels.”

“Do not speak ill of the Divine if you wish to return to your former glory.” 

The larger male stalked back into his estate sans robe. Probably to look for another brothel on the map. The search continues.

[ineedpaigebuckets]

could you do one based off of the crumbl cookie live where azzi comes into the room and it’s like paige changes completely and she can’t keep her eyes off of azzi and the team makes fun of her for it on live. it can end with like them leaving the room and smut and they come back and the team sees like marks and it’s funny from there

saving room for dessert

warnings: smut!! like lowk filthy!!

an: so like i tried to combine the two. like texts and fic so lemme know how you like!!!

paige pov

the second azzi walked in my mood shifted. her hair was messy she looked exhausted and tired and so fucking beautiful.

"oh my god look who it is!" kk screams at the phone and azzi covers her beautiful face in embarrassment as i point to the live.

"it's azzi fudd!" azzi groans at kks enthusiasm and walks over to the bed to sit. my smile automatically grows. i cant stop stealing glances at her. she's just unreal. everytime i look at her she shoots me a sweet smile which makes me even worse.

"azzi wanna try a cookie?" kk asks as she notices azzi pout at me.

"you're hungry, what happened?" i gave her a frown, i could tell she was hungry she had barely eaten all day. now i was worried. my girl never passes up a sweet treat. turns out she just was indeed stressed with her accounting homework. kk asks for anyone to tutor her but a little while later azzi stands up. my eyes automatically glued to her. kk asks me to go get forks but the second i look at azzis frowning face asking me to stay, i sit my ass back down. princess gets what princess wants. she asks for a small bite of the peanut butter cookie and, for some reason i can't stop staring. not that i ever can when your girlfriend is that beautiful it's hard not to stare.

"oh my gosh are you hungry?" kk asks as she notices me completely zoned in on azzi, who's eating her cookie.

"actually i think i'm full." i shake myself out of my trance and turn back to kk before giving azzi a look. the second azzis out the door im right behind her.

"how's the cookie?" i ask as we walk back into azzis room. she just shakes her head and opens her door. my hands slip to her waist guiding her to her bed.

"thought you said you were full?" she giggles as she props herself on the pillows as i lay my head on her lower stomach.

"just saving room for dessert." i shrug and pull her shorts off slowly incase she has any complaints.

"but i wanna get you." she pouts and i kiss around her clothes center.

"s'okay you can get me later. you're tired imma help you relax m'kay ma?" she nods and lets out a breath allowing me to continue.

"been this wet for me all day huh?" i ask as her body shifts under mine asking for some sort of contact. i flatten my tongue against her and she lets out a whine. azzi and i had been together for almost 6 years now, we'd been fucking for longer, and every single time, it was like no one's ever fucked her as good as me. and it made me soak through my boxers every single time. with every sound she let out i squeezed my thighs together trying to control myself.

"s'okay baby i gotchu." i whisper against the cloth as i slowly pull it down her glistening legs. i see her eyes roll back as she closes them. i fucking loved knowing what i can do to her. i press soft kisses to the skin of her thighs. leaving hickeys of course. who am i to not mark up my girl. i feel her wiggle underneath me and i press her stomach down to the bed leaning up and pressing my lips to hers. my thigh sliding between her legs pressing against her.

"so pretty az." i hun into her lips as i pull away a string of saliva attached out lips together. her pupils big, her forehead glistening in sweat and her swollen lips- i couldn't ask for a better sight. my lips trail to her neck as my thigh bucks into her causing her to let out a loud whine covering her mouth with my hand.

"be quiet for me mama." she nods and i pull my hand away as i look at the small hickey i made under her ear. i never usually made any visible marks but, i couldn't resist. i quickly crawl back down her body and wrap her thighs over my shoulders as i breathe onto her. i drag my tongue through her folds and suck the tiniest bit on her clit. i watch her throw her head back as her back arches against the bed.

"fuck paige." her words give me confidence to slip my tongue into her entrance. she lets out small muffled moans as i smile against her, dipping my tongue in and out.

"don't even need my fingers huh." i rasp against her before fucking my tongue back into her.

"mph gonna come all over your face baby." her words make me hum into her, before i know it she's squirming under me. i shake my head back and forth flattening my tongue. she looks down at me and i meet her dazed pleading eyes. she almost looks like she's seeing stars. her back arches as her hips push into me.

"gonna-" she starts but i suck harder at her clit forcing the words back in her mouth.

"lemme taste it." i groan sending vibrations through her. i lick her clean as she's screaming into her hand as she tried to muffle the sounds.

"shit." she pants out of breath and i just chuckle and slip her shorts back on laying on her chest.

"y'okay mama?" i whisper pressing soft gentle kisses across her neck. before she leans down and presses our lips together.

"we should go back." she whispers as she gets up off the bed and pulls me with her. the second we're back i collapse on the bed and azzi sits between my legs with her back to my chest.

"paige seriously." i practically hear morgan roll her eyes as she speaks and points to azzis neck. i cover the mark with my hand and lean down kissing azzis cheek.

"jealous." i mumble causing everyone to laugh as ice turns on the tv.

[kvetchlandia]

So...

I went today to see "A Complete Unknown," the new James Mangold flick about Bob Dylan's early years in the Village, from his arrival in New York City in Jan, 1961 until he went electric at the Newport Folk Festival in July, 1965.

I've been a Dylan nut since I was a little kid. This, I'm sure, has little to do with any genius or musical/artistic insight on my part. Rather, it's probably just a bit of luck that fell my way in having an older sister with excellent musical taste who first turned me on to Bobby.

Don't worry, I'm not going to give away anything, for those of you who might find yourself reading this and who want to see the film but haven't done so yet. I'll limit my comments to a few, very general points.

I've read some reviews that are critical of the film for compressing some events, combining others and flipping some chronologies, as well as for leaving out some people who were important parts of the Village scene in the early 60s. I think such criticisms are silly. We're watching a piece of dramatic art based in reality, not a documentary on that reality. Four and a half years of life can't be squeezed into a bit more than two hours of screen time without taking such license. We're not going to sit through those years in real time. The screen writers and the director have to make choices and they did so in order to tell the story they wanted to tell.

The only criticism I'll share, and I feel sharing it won't in any way way interfere with anyone's enjoyment of the film, is that I wasn't particularly happy with the way Suze Rotolo was portrayed. For those who aren't Dylan fanatics and who don't have a clue who Suze Rotolo was, she was Bobby's first love and muse after arriving in the Village. In fact, at Bob's request (he was involved with the making of the film), Suze's name wasn't even used, because even though she has passed, she was always a very private individual and all these years later, Dylan still wanted to respect that privacy. In the film, she's known as Sylvie Russo. In any case, Suze was a very strong, politically active young woman, a red-diaper baby (as am I), an activist in the Congress of Racial Equality and an artist in her own right. She's the person who introduced Bob to politics, getting him so involved that he was both a participant in the Freedom Summer integration and voter registration drives in the Jim Crow South in 1963 and a singer at Martin Luther King, Jr's March on Washington for Job's and Freedom, also in 1963. It was though her influence that Dylan wrote many of his most powerful early political songs. Due to their rocky relationship and ultimate breakup, she was also the subject of some of his most beautiful ballads from that period. I just don't think any of that comes through particularly well in the film. The writers and director chose to focus more on his time with Joan Baez. I understand why they made that decision. I just think they could have managed to do so without giving such short shrift to Suze.

As far as the acting goes, Monica Barbaro is fantastic as Joan Baez and she also does a superb job of singing in Joanie's style. Edward Norton is very good as Pete Seeger. Scott McNairy is heartbreaking in his few scenes as Woody Guthrie, already deeply disabled by Huntington's Disease when Dylan first visits him shortly after arriving in New York in 1961. Timothée Chalamet, of course, has to carry the weight as Bob. He's pretty effective. He doesn't have Dylan's charisma nor is he as stunning looking as the Dylan of 1965 was, but he still pulls it off.

All right, I've said enough. Go see it. You'll like it.

[sashi-ya]

𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ٠࣪⭑ kuchiki byakuya x mistress! reader - nsfw scenario

🍒 tw: mdni - nsfw content. oral . submission. vag. cheating. unprotected. 🍒 a/n: this is a little nsfw scenario based on a bigger, multichap fic that's coming very very soon. Reader is the Kuchiki family nanny, if you haven't read the manga you won't understand who Ichika is, but reader is that little girl's nanny. This story takes place after TYBW, so, Byakuya is not cheating on Hisana... but, who is cheating on then? well, you might want to read the coming fic to know! 🍒 a/n 2: this is a very self indulgent scenario, just to rest my brain from all the chaos now that I have graduated. please enjoy!

Mature, he has become more mature. You can tell; everybody can tell as well.  Heart as important as mind, tears have been shed, smiles that appear more often… Kuchiki Taichou has become a true man. 

However, this man is not only your boss, he is your lover… and you, darling, are this man’s mistress. 

And this man, whose hand guides you to stand up from the chair and kneel in front of him, is about to let you know how good maturing can feel… 

“Kneel down” he commands, with the soft motion of his arm, in the same delicate way he conducts Senbonzakura against the enemy.

You obey, the cold floor beneath your knees becomes irrelevant as a heat grows from your core and filters through every tissue of your body. 

His index runs from your top lip to your bottom, pressing ever so slightly to separate them. The tip of your tongue tastes the tip of his finger, the more it slides inside your mouth. Slowly, pushing in, while the rest of his hands grips your mandible. 

Eyes fixed on his majestic image, absolutely spellbound, body completely given to him… soul gifted, granted. You want to taste him; you want to get drunk with the honeys of his sex. 

“It’s been a long day, I’m tired…” he whispers, in the most serious way possible. His free hand caresses your head, brushing your hair back with loving soft touch. 

You shiver; the simple touch of this man can cause this in you. 

With no words to be said, as his finger slides even deeper inside your mouth, pushing down your  tongue, perhaps even making some room for yours to receive his sex inside, your eyes shine as you wait for his clothes to finally slide down and off his body. 

Ah, the pale skin you adore; the V shaped abs, pointing down his sin, the protruding hip bones… impossible for you to stop yourself, your hands reaching his warm flesh. One palm on the hip, the other going up his belly. 

“Have you been waiting for me, (Name)? I am just only able to free myself for now” he asks, sticking his index off your mouth. You suck it as he does, covering it all in your wet saliva. 

You nod; puppy eyes looking up, pupils showing desperate desire. 

“I want to please you, Kuchiki-sama” you purr, pressing your cheek on his thigh. “Please, allow me to please you… then, you can go back” 

Byakuya scoffs with sweet intent, you are such a soft creature made of pure adoration… how lucky he feels to have you, even though he shouldn't even touch you...  

“There is no need for me to allow it, go ahead sweet one” he whispers, running his long fingers through your hair, pulling you towards him, letting your hands slide the hakama off to discover his sex. 

Unpolluted, hard, perfect… erection waiting to be devoured, touched, pleased. 

Byakuya lets you do, with your hand delicately surrounding his shaft and your lips kissing the wet tip. A few pecks, and some licking, making it yours like a sweet lolly. 

The Shinigami takes a deep breath, throwing his head back. The sharpness of his mandible, the tensing muscles on his neck and the sweet silent whimpering makes you go a little harder; engulfing the whole length, making the tip hit the back of your throat. 

Byakuya’s abs tense and spasm, and in reaction for such pleasure he pushes your head against himself. It makes you gag a little, a sensation over his sex that fans the flames of perversion even higher. 

You bob your head, sucking faster; delicacy has been left aside for some time. Byakuya needs more, and you are happy to give it all for him. 

Now the sounds coming from his mouth are audible, loud. Panting added, falling into the trap of concupiscence and depravity. You are running out of air, you can’t reach for it, your mouth is too occupied surrounding his dick to grasp for a little oxygen. 

You can feel it on your tongue, on your cheeks, the way his length throbs and turns more and more swollen. Its warmth increases, climax is closer.

“Stick your tongue out” he commands, getting his sex out of your mouth. 

You nod, panting. Eyes, a little watery because of the gagging, fix on his night sky ones. You obey, your tongue rests on your lower lip, waiting for his seed, eagerly. 

He takes a few pumps to his sex but stops. His hand grazes your cheek, sweetly, lovingly. 

“You know what? I think your face is way too precious to ruin it with such low act… please, standup” he whispers, grabbing your hand to help you lift from the ground. 

You gasp; Byakuya has definitely become a gentleman… 

He walks backwards, pulling you from your hand towards him. Flopping on the chair behind him, you are dragged to sit on him. 

Your legs hang from the sides, as you face him. Your hips straddled on his lap, his sex impaling your entrance with the same mercy he holds against enemies… none. 

Arms surrounding your waist, hands pushing the small of your back against himself, your lips crashing against his… oh, the intimacy, the need, the desire. 

Your hips move back and forth; his hands help you bounce. 

Byakuya closes his eyes, shutting them with strength, as he focuses on keep going. There is only much he can do to last longer, as climax was around the corner. You didn’t mind, though. You were happy receiving his seed in your mouth, and now, you are happier to do it inside…

He grabs your wrists, making your arms be thrown back over your head. The captain pins them against the in between of your shoulder blades, making your chest pop, with breasts bouncing closer to his face. After all, Byakuya is just a man, he simply loves to watch that hypnotic carom of your pair. 

“You are clenching to me, are you coming?” he asks, almost in pain, trying to wait for your orgasm to arrive. 

“Y-yes, Kuchiki-sama… ngh ~” you whine, humping faster, clenching harder. Your walls can’t stop spasming, can’t stop milking the man underneath you. 

Byakuya lets your arms go, just for you to let them fall on his shoulder. Your nails carve into his flesh, for once it’s ok to leave marks on his back. 

Skin to skin, belly against belly, shivering, trembling. Teeth hitting against the other’s with sloppy kisses and erratic tongues. Eyes closed, only feeling, only listening… 

“Come for me…” “Fill me up, Kuchiki-sama… i'm here to please you, here to love you~” 

[gazsluckyhat]

The Set Up

Thank you @miss-vanta-likes-to-write for encouraging me to write this idea out. This was not how I originally thought it'd go. At all.

TW: dubious consent, sex acts, the works

Kylie didn't need a alpha. She was just fine without one.

or

Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?

Kylie was on her fourth book of the month. She'd stayed up late to finish the third last night. She didn't sleep much anyway. She was four chapters in, her tea perched in her hand when she smelt it. Alpha. She sat up a little taller, took her hair clip out of here hair so it covered her scent gland. Focusing on the ducks swimming in the pond she listened for a sign of someone. She'd picked this spot because no one came this way. It was quiet and calm. She didn't have to worry about the alpha's trying to court her or the screaming children. Whoever it was, was getting closer, the smell of timber and musk floating it's way into her nose. There were two scents, but she didn't feel like untangling them. Alphas were Alphas and she was not in the mood today. A migraine was crawling it's way up her neck.

"Hi." Kylie didn't wanna look up, the sun was bright today. But she was not rude. Two men. One was sun kissed, the other slightly darker. They were both bulky, clearly spent a lot of time outside. They were the same height, which towered over her.

"Hello." They were grinning ear to ear, like they'd just found hidden treasure. The one with the mohawk sat to her left while the other one chose her right. Both threw their arms across the back of the bench. Men and their audacity. "Can I help you boys?" The book closed in her hand, she took a sip of the tea.

"I'm Kyle, this is Johnny. We noticed you and had to stop and say how beautiful you look." Kyle smelt of verbena and lemongrass. Johnny was timber and musk. Both intoxicating. Both strong. The scent sent her head into a spin.

"Thank you, but I am in fact not interested." She hoped they could catch the hint. Johnny lent closer and took a deep breath in. He was pressing his face agaisnt her hair and the scent gland there.

"You're not mated, can't smell anything but you Bonnie." Kylie gave a firm push. This was out of hand. Forcing herself up she shoved the book into her bag and faced them.

"That is none of your business. In fact this is on the verge of sexual harassment." Kylie wasn't some tiny little omega who'd roll over for them. "Now if you don't mind, I'm leaving." Turning she stomped away. Not knowing that instead of deterring them away she'd given them a bone to chew on.

Done. Completely done. The pond had been abandoned, Alphas had invaded her safe space. Kylie had tried a coffeeshop. Sat in the farthest corner with airpods shoved in. A hours of nice and calm with a huge tea. Until the smell hit her. She didn't even have to look up to know who had slid into the seats before her. The next day she'd chosen the library. Two huge alphaholes would never been set foot in there. Until they did. Both smiling and fucking off. So done didn't even qualify to describe how she felt. She wasn't dumb though. She knew military when she saw it. She'd done her own research and happily found who their commanding officer was.

"Are you sure this is the right thing to do?" Candance was the omega everyone wanted. All pretty smiles and soft curves. "What about the police?"

"I'll be fine Candy. I'd rather not talk to the cops." The parking lot was slammed. Meaning everyone was on base. "I have to hop off. I'll let you know how it goes okay?" With a sigh Candy hangs up, Kylie shut the car off and puts her phone into her pocket. Getting in was gonna be the hard part. There were two soldiers stationed at the guard house. Forcing her face into a stern look she stopped in front of them men.

"Can we help you?" Kylie nodded.

"I need to speak with Captain John Price. It's about two of his sergeants." Kylie straitened her back. Men assumed she'd roll over and play dumb, but not her.

"Yeah? You another one of their little playthings?"

"Hah! Did they dump you and now you're all upset? Gonna cry to their daddy?" Red colored her face. A whore? They assumed she was a simple whore?

"I would never-" Their faces dropped as a shadow was thrown over her from behind.

"Don't think daddy would like to hear you talkin' 'bout the girl like that." Turning around Kylie was met with a black hoodie, she had to tilt her head all the way back before making eye contact. Brown eyes surrounded by a black mask. Her stomach dropped. Fear enveloping her bones.

"Sir! I'm so-" The man just nodded his head.

"C'mon, dove." He started to walk in front, before stopping and turning to see if she was following. "Don't stand there. Daddy wants a word."

Everyone watched as they walked across base. The tiny little thing following behind the big hulking soldier. Kylie was terrified. She'd had a whole plan but at the sight of, whoever, she'd forgotten it. Her hands were clammy and she couldn't think stright. He'd smelt like salt and orange. Her omega was going crazy. Three Alpha's who seemed to know her already so close? She was basically dripping. Coming across a door the man stopped to open it for her. As she went to walk through he stopped her, ducking his head to scent her.

"Boys were right." Coulda swore he said but he was already moving to allow her in. It was a housing area. Barracks, she assumed. The man was right behind her, he'd set a hand on her shoulder to guide her. She needed to get out. Couldn't help but feel like a trap. "Here we are." The door was cracked, a low light shining from inside.

"Captain, girl's here." Kylie was gonna throw up. Her nerves were rattled. Stepping in she smelt cigar smoke, and pine. At this point her omega was clawing it's way to the forefront of her mind. Basic needs begging to be fulfilled. Sat behind the desk was a middle aged man. He had a cigar balanced between two pink lips. Facial hair dotted his jaw to his ears. He was smiling at her. She couldn't help but feeling like a naughty child being brought to the principal.

"You must be the pretty little omega my boys have been telling me about?" Her cheeks darkened again, fear crawling up her spine. "What's your name, darling?" She was frozen in place, couldn't move let alone remember her name. He stood up and walked around the desk to tower over her.

"The guards were giving her a rough time. Scared the poor thing." A hand was rubbing her hair. Like a mother to a scared child. The Captain used two fingers to tilt her head even further back.

"Poor thing. Did they scare you Lovie?" He knelt down to her level. They were mocking her. Shame filled her head. Anger following right behind it. Shoving his hand away and stepping from the other man Kylie puffed her chest up.

"Get off of me. Neither one of you have permission to touch me. I've come here to file a complaint about your two sergeants, but maybe I should go higher up." Before she could step out she was pressed agaisnt the wall, two noses tucked right into her neck.

"Told ya' cap. She so pretty." Johnny.

"Smells like honey." Kyle. I'm were a goner. Her brain was melting from the heat on her skin. 

"You boys did good. Getting us a pretty little omega to play with." She could see the captain watching from beside the tall one. They watched as Kyle and Johnny kissed and sucked on her neck.

"Please. I want to go ho-mmm" Pressure was forming along her pelvis, leading down between her legs. Her omega was whining.

"That's a good girl. Sound so pretty." Kylie couldn't think stright. Not with the continuing pressure and the added kisses to her neck.

"Now boy's, let Simon have a turn." With horror, Kylie watched as the boys parted to allow the giant of a man between her legs. Everything about him was large. Hands took up the width of her back, his hips pressed down into her to keep her still. He pulled her hair back into a fist to get a big whiff of her scent. The growl from the back of his throat sent heat to her core. Her omega wanted this, whatever this was. Kylie tried to pry him off her, tried to grasp the last of her coherent thoughts that told her to leave but it was no use. She was fully pressed agaisnt the way, Simon's hand latched to her flesh as his hot and wet tongue made a track across her cheek. What she thought was a whimper turned out to be a loud moan. It was like her senses had been turned up to ten. She was burning up. Simon was a thousand degrees and it was stifling. His mask was ripped off leaving behind a scarily handsome face marked by scars. He nipped at her jaw, forcing two fingers into her mouth.

"Neem 'em nice and wet dove, think you can do that?" Kylie moaned around them. Just like the rest of him they were huge and thick. She didn't need him to tell her what he planned on doing. With a wet noise he pulled them out, replacing them with his own mouth. His kiss was messy. All gnashing teeth and little nips. Kylie didn't have time to argue, he quickly shoved them inside of her, watching as she sobbed into his mouth. He could feel her jump a little, trying to get away from the intrusion.

"We need her nice and soft Simon." The captain was watching, sat behind his desk. She was fully wrapped up in Simon, his fingers working her open. Kylie tried to push him away, it was all too much. But someone was pinning her hands above her head. The Captain. "Now, be a good girl and hold still. We're gonna make you feel good, doll." He was pressing his lips into her neck. Simon was fully sucking her lips into his mouth.

"She's so fuckin' tight Price." The captain grunted in reply. The pain was turning into pleasure. Fast and hot and straight to her core. Her fingers were speeding up, she was close to breaking apart. Mumbling to try and get him off was failing. "She's close. Can feel 'er squeezing my fingers."

"Good girl. Just like that. Cum on Simon's hand." Price was whispering in her ear, licking the shell of it. "Need a bit more? Need daddy to play with your clit?" It was degrading, how he was talking to her. But it made the lava that much hotter. He slipped his hand between her and Simon's bodies. He found her dripping around Simon's hand, her clit engorged begging him to touch her.

"Fuck. She liked that." It was too much. The pressure inside her felt like it was gonna blow, she was gonna pass out. She could feel it. Price kept twisting and stroking and rubbing. Something was tightening inside her, like a string. Kylie was sobbing now. Sobbing from the intense pleasure.

"Look boys. Look at our good little omega. Gonna cum for us already." It snapped. White light seemed to wrap around her as she tightened every muscle she had. Simon continued to finger her, drawling out her orgasm to the last second. "That's enough Si. We still need her conscious." Kylie couldn’t feel a thing, she could hear voices and feel herself being manhandled then something hard agaisnt her back.

"Gentle Johnny, don't break her on the first go." She could feel something nudging between her lips, the ones between her legs. They brushed agaisnt her clit and she whined. It was still too sensitive. Something warm and wet wrapped around one of her nipples and she tried to pull away. "Now, now. C'mon doll. Don't run away."

"Too--much." A hand wrapped around her throat. The thing between her legs began to push into her, stretching her wide. The thing on her breast moved to the other one.

"You're gonna take it Bonnie. Every. Single. Inch." Each word was punctuated by the slam of his hips. The hand pressing harder on her throat causing her to go dizzy.

"Mmm. She so soft." Kyle whined as he bucked into her thigh. "Gonna blow my load watching you fuck her." Johnny laughed, he was repeatedly slamming into her, her head now hanging over the edge.

"Mouth open?" A pause then a grunt before Kyle was placing himself over her head and filling her mouth up. Kylie was completely gone. Her omega purring happily as the guys continued to fuck her stupid. She'd forgotten her reason for coming here in the first place. The intense pleasure was beginning again, but harder. It was happening quicker too. She tried placing her feet on the desk, was choking on Kyle's dick down her throat.

"Don't you dare knot her McTavish." The captain was grabbing him by the scruff of the neck. Kylie moaned around Kyle. Price met her eyes. "That's my job." Kylie's omega was mewling at the sound of that. Stright up begging to be knotted.

"Yes, yes captain." His hips were stuttering. He was gonna finish. With a muffled noise Kylie came, her lips tightened around Kyle, him finishing in her mouth. Johnny quickly pulled out and finished across her stomach. She was wore out. So tired she could hardly keep her eyes open. But they weren't done with her. Hand made their way up her sweaty and redden skin.

"Mmm. Can't." She couldn't properly make words out.

"Simon, hold her up for me." Then she was being lifted and held agaisnt a chest. Lips pressed agaisnt her ear. Simon was breathing loudly, it was hot and heavy on her skin. Her legs were lifted up and bent so her knees touched her shoulders, Simon looped his arms under her knees and locked his fingers. She was trapped agaisnt him. He had her pried open for Price to feast on.

"Look so pretty like this 'mega. Like a dinner, all laid out." His fingers strolled through her folds, her muscles spasming in Simon's hold. John pressed two into her, loving the sound of her whimpers. "I think you have two more in you, Yeah, Simon?" His lips moving agaisnt her ear.

"At least, Capin'." His fingers tightened. John's were removed and instead replaced with his cock. Leaking and thick as he pressed it into her. Loving the way she sucked him in. "Hmm. So hot taking the Captains cock, dove. Gonna fill you up, get you on his knot so you can't run." In the depths of her mind Kylie knew this was wrong. Knew that knotting her without her consent was the bad thing. But her omega was controlling things now. And she wanted nothing more than his knot.

"God doll, you're so fucking tight. Want you to cum arounds me. Want to feel it gushing." Kylie couldn't control the blinding pleasure that was licking it's way across her skin. Crying she shook her head. "Yes, be a good girl and cum for your daddy." Kylie screamed, loud and clear with a sob on the end. Her body went limp in Simon's arms, John continuing to pound into her, his knot catching. With one final and big slam he was locked in. Her body convulsing in their arms, one last orgasm pulled from her. Her eyes falling shut as her body finally shut down.

tags: @miss-vanta-likes-to-write

[natashashill]

want me, want me not

pairing: agatha harkness x rio vidal x fem!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: none(?) minor angst, happy ending

a/n: i completely changed some timelines of AAA but hopefully this still works?

summary: based off this req

You suddenly shoot up onto a dusty path trying to get the taste of dirt off your mouth, when you hear a familiar voice call out your name.

Billy floods your vision as he goes to greet you in a hug, while you still process your new surroundings.

“Billy, hi! I’m so glad you’re here but where am I?”

He animatedly tells you about the Witch’s Road and introduces you to the rest of the coven: Jen, Alice, Lilia, Agatha, and Rio.

Lilia struck up a conversation with you and you told her all about yourself and how you knew Billy. She seemed very kind and you were glad to have someone in your corner.

Jen was rather cautious of you, and while she started being polite to you, you could tell she wasn’t willing to talk to you very much. She carried a harsh energy and you were a little nervous to see what would happen if you got on her bad side.

Alice got along quite well with you. She was easy to talk to, and you found yourself engrossed in her stories. You hoped you could connect with her outside this road or whatever you were in.

Agatha was something you couldn’t explain. You were captured by her from the moment Billy introduced you to her, but she wouldn’t even give you the time of day.

That leads you to Rio, who was rather odd. She didn’t outwardly show any displeasure but it was almost as if she didn’t want you around. You weren’t sure what was going on but you decided you weren’t going to pry.

When you were all gathered around the fire sharing stories, you sat next to Lilia while you waited for Agatha to be done checking on Billy. You wanted to go see him but she wouldn’t let anyone come near him while he slept. It seems you kept staring at them because when you momentarily glanced back to the group, Rio caught your graze. You quickly turned away, hiding the small blush appearing on your cheeks.

Rio walked away after that, and you could only assume she was talking with Agatha. You focused your energy back to the group enjoying some of the banter between Jen and Alice. You let yourself fall into the conversation, sharing some stories of what you and Billy have gotten into outside of school. Everything was going great until you could overhear loud murmuring between Agatha and Rio.

You use this opportunity as the group wonders what’s going on to check up on Billy. You just barely reach him, when you see Agatha storming over to you, with Rio grinning as she trails behind.

“What are you doing?”

“I was just checking up on him. I wanted to know how he was.”

Agatha scoffs, “He’d be fine if he gets some rest. It would be best not to disturb him, go back to the group.”

You try not to show how much her words hurt you and start to walk towards the group when you turn back around.

“He was my friend first you know. What do you even know about him. You don’t have to be so rude either, I’ve been nothing but nice to you since I arrived here, and it’s not like I asked to be here.”

With that, you return back to the group sitting next to Lilia. You start to laugh over some of Jen’s stories about her brand, completely unaware to what’s going on between Agatha and Rio.

“You like her, admit it.”

“I do not. Stop getting jealous Rio. She’s just someone who happened to show up. Why would I be interested.

“Really? Just someone? You haven’t taken your eyes off her since she’s arrived and it’s not like she’s subtle about her interest in you either.”

Agatha scoffs and tries to escape this conversation, but Rio grabs her wrist. “She’s your type Agatha. Admit it to yourself, even if you won’t admit it to me.”

“So what about you then? It’s just me that has some sappy feelings for Y/N. Don’t act like you’re above this situation.”

“I don’t know but it’s pissing me off. I hate that we can’t just avoid this situation and never see her but at the same time, I don’t want to see Y/N getting hurt, by us or anyone else.”

Agatha, being Agatha scoffs, “Maybe you have some hidden feelings for her. Why don’t you go run up to her and spill your guts.”

Rio only rolls her eyes and watches Agatha return to the group. She takes a breather for herself and ponders on what Agatha said.

Does she have feelings for you?

Agatha’s words cut deeper than they should have. You were just some pesky girl who shouldn’t be here. Sure, you were pretty but that doesn’t mean anything. She should be annoyed you’re here, right?

She rejoins the group as well to some conversation about scars when she hears Agatha talk about hers. She laughs at the recollection.

“I have a scar,” Rio declares.

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

“A long time ago, I loved someone and I had to do something I did not want to do even though it was my job -” Agatha turns away at the pointed look sent at her “and it hurt them. She is my scar.”

You get up and walk away at this point. Your eyes brimming with tears at their declaration. It’s obvious they have feelings for each other and you can’t ignore the fact that of course they like each other, and not you. They couldn’t even spare you a second glance from the moment you got here.

“What’s got you all worked up, hon?”

You turn around to find Agatha walking up to you, her face masked with something you can’t figure out. You quickly wipe off your tears, not looking for another reason to get ridiculed.

“Nothing, I’m just worried about Billy.”

She scoffs at that and even you knew that it was a pathetic lie. You wince before turning around to face her.

“You were just so concerned at the particular second Rio declares that she has feelings for me? Quite a friend you are. Interesting though, because Rio pointed out to me how you might have a slight crush. And-”

Crap. Does she know? Is she here to tell you off about your crush? You need to think of something fast.

“Look, I don’t know what she said but that’s not true. Why would I like someone who’s been a bitch to me. I’m sorry if it’s caused problems between you two, but you can go run along and rejoin as a happy couple-”

“Do not interrupt me again. As I was saying, I think you would like to know that me and Rio haven’t been able to get you off our minds.”

Your jaw drops at that.

They like you?

You stare dumbly at her, trying to figure out if she’s pranking you. You see her start to approach you and soon she’s invading all your senses.

Her face is just inches from you, the unmistakable smell of her perfume enters through your nostrils and short circuits your brain, and her hand comes up to rest on your jaw.

You’re all but staring at her when a familiar voice calls out. You let out a huff and Agatha shoots you a small smile before turning around. Yet, her hand never leaves your face.

“Hey guys! What are you doing?”

Completely forgetting about what’s going on, you run over to Billy. You’ve been worried about him, even if a certain duo of brunettes were driving you crazy. When you turn back to look at Agatha, she’s already gone and you resume with a small frown on your face. You return with Billy and see her involved with Rio, paying absolutely no mind to your return.

The next trial starts and you’re starting to think whatever happened in those woods was just a fleeting moment. You’re practically given the cold shoulder during this trial, and you can’t help but feel hurt by it. The trial is clearly centered around you, and yet somehow you can’t seem to be given any attention by them. Thankfully, the coven manages to solve everything before the time runs out, but it doesn’t change how you feel. You exit first through the tunnel, not willing to spend any additional time around them. Rio and Agatha exchange concerned glances and make a note to check up on you.

You sit against a tree, completely out of breath from your last trial. Billy comes to check up on you, but you play it off as fatigue and he manages to get the rest of the group to give you space.

You let your emotions stew, feeling nothing but bitterness at the two women who had caught your attention.

Why couldn’t you be what they wanted?

Simultaneously, Agatha was rambling to Rio about you. You were a precious, sweet girl. She couldn’t possibly go after you right? Would they be okay with that or is this just some desperate attempt to fill their void. She shouldn’t have gotten that close to you. It only made her desire for you worse and now you know the truth about how they feel. She can’t escape this anymore and you know too much. She should hate you for how you get under her skin but all she wants to do is keep you close to her.

Rio cuts off Agatha’s blabber, having enough with the overthinking. She sends Agatha a small smile, while taking her hand.

“You’re clearly thinking about her, and so have I. Maybe it’s time to take a chance on her, even if it would be easier to hate her.”

Why couldn’t this just be easier for her? That’s all Agatha thinks before storming over to you, frustrated with your isolation.

“What are you doing here by yourself? It’s safer as a group. What if the Salem Seven suddenly appeared? You would have no chance against them alone.”

You frowned at her but made no effort to respond. Of course the first thing she says to you would be a lecture. You can’t take it with her hot and cold efforts. You just want to get off this road.

“Maybe she wants someone to give her some attention Agatha. Oh don’t look at me like that sweetheart, I saw you stare at us throughout the trial like we’ve abandoned from you, I know that look. You want us to give you attention? We’re here. “

You stare blankly at Rio as she manages to capture your thoughts exactly. Had she known from the start? You refuse to let your guard down around them, too hurt to let them in that easily.

Agatha stares between Rio and you, trying to figure out if what Rio had said held a semblance of truth.

Before she can say anything, you speak first.

“So you came here to rub it in then? You came to expose my silly feelings and go back to your lives revolving around each other, is that it? I don’t need that, it’s one thing to not like me, but you don’t need to jerk me around.

Agatha gently interjects, “Like I said before-”

“I don’t believe you. You say that you like me but you don’t show it. It’s always just you two in your own little bubble and I barely exist to you guys outside our talks. How do I know that you aren’t just playing around with me?”

Agatha uses this opportunity to press her lips on yours, shutting you up while trying to show her feelings through this kiss.

“I’m sorry you felt this way. I didn’t mean for you to get hurt, I- we just weren’t sure. We didn’t want to get involved in something we weren’t sure about what to do. So we did what we did best, and tried to ice you out. That won’t happen again. I don’t ever want to hurt you, and I- we will do better for you.”

Rio joins her and presses a chaste kiss to your lips before presenting a flower for you. You softly take it while smiling and allow yourself to get caught between them.

notes: nonnie i hope this lives up to your expectations, it took me quite a few tries to make this

[grapejuicegay]

A very all over the place list of things I really liked/can't wait to be explored more through this show because of COURSE ep 1 in a P'Aof show and I have thoughts

Things on walls

This painting of course, but also this poster in the badminton waiting room that says "Too fast to live, too young to die" (I'm going to be thinking about this poster a LOT... it feels like it's going to come up)

and also this t-shirt that says "fart" (@dribs-and-drabbles did you see this? 🤣)

Day was in a car accident even before the match... so was this potentially already going to be Day's last match? And also, what did Mhok see in the stream that made him certain that the Thailand team would lose

The brothers are named Day and Night. Night looking after Day constantly with Day convinced Night is only doing this to get the attention that usually goes to Day - something something where the light shines etc

This line

I haven't decided yet whether this is Mhok's way of dealing with the loss of his sister or a reflection of his worldview where giving up is not an option. But I'm keeping an eye on it, and also how this potentially develops

The constant judgemental looks towards Mhok from every person of authority, even without his parole leg band. Mhok understands what it's like to be judged from the moment someone sees you, something Day feels all the time but cannot clearly see.

Mhok's sister saving up for his tuition, one that he has no plans of using anymore... both of them dealing with the death of a future in very different ways

There's just a lot going on and I'm very interested.

[moeblob]

son boy raccoon trash can man suffering in a dnd au as a cleric bc his warlock will not stop committing murders and he has to keep coming up with reasons murder is valid to convince the gm its fine and under control

[princessmyriad]

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[brittlebutch]

Desperately trying to make sense of Alex's motivations in Season Two and you know, I do eventually have to wonder if maybe Alex wasn't actually lying in the majority of those tapes.

Like, we tend to assume that Alex's motivations have been a consistent throughline since the college years, but do we actually know that that's the case? Do we know for sure that Alex was acting in deliberate, calculated ways in 2006; or could it be that he's telling the Truth on those olds tapes when he says he's blacking out and can't remember what's happening to anyone? After all, if we're assuming that Season 2 Alex's motivations are the exact same as his motives in Season 3, then it doesn't make any sense at all that he spend months working with Jay to try to find Amy; Season 3 Alex would have attempted to kill Jay like, on sight just to get things over with as quickly as possible and contain the spread of contamination as best as he could.

But, maybe, if Alex really had been separated from Amy after the events of the 04-04-10 tape, and if he really doesn't know where she is, then maybe that could make things start to make more sense. Maybe he really had been watching Jay's channel, and seeing Jay start going through the same things he went through in college without things devolving into violence and disappearances, and wondered if things maybe could play out differently this time. Maybe he really did send that tape to Jay to ask him for help, maybe he really was just trying to find Amy.

But then, instead of actually being helpful, Jay makes it extremely clear that he's a lot more interested in stalking Alex than he is in finding Amy. Alex asked for help, and instead there's a bunch of masked dudes on Jay's heels that keep attacking him, Jay is breaking into his house, stealing his things, leading the Operator right to him all over again, keeps trying to get other people (namely: Jessica -- if Alex is being honest when he says that his call reassuring her that Amy had been found was an effort to make Sure she stayed away from everything that was happening) involved; and instead of anything getting better, instead of anyone finding Amy, things are just getting worse all over again.

It's not until after the incident at the tunnel that things seem to start rapidly devolving. Rather than a calculated attempt to finally follow through with his need to curb the spread of contamination, this is very clearly an outburst of rage and terror. Alex's "I told you not to follow me" line in conjunction with Jay speculating that Alex didn't know who that guy was, to me, pretty firmly seems to speak to Alex having mistaken that stranger for Jay. From his point of view, Alex knows that Jay and totheark know where he live, have broken in before, he suspects that Jay stole a key to make it easier to get into his house, and he's been followed on the daily for months -- Alex is sitting at the tunnel because he doesn't know where else he can go without being constantly surveilled, hunted, and assaulted. And instead of getting a moment by himself to breathe, Jay followed him out there all over again (it feels like Alex looks directly at the camera in Jay's footage of him from this day; he knew for a fact that Jay was there), and then to make matters worse now 'Jay' won't even keep his distance anymore.

So Alex lashes out. And it's not until afterwards that he looks down and finally recognizes that this wasn't Jay -- it was someone completely innocent. Things have finally reached the low point he was at in college all over again; maybe even worse this time. If Alex doesn't remember attacking anyone in college, but he was at least partially conscious of it this time, then things have reached an entirely new rock bottom, they've reached an absolute point of no return.

He has no idea what happened to Amy, and he's spent months trying to find her with no hint of where she could be; he doesn't know where Jay actually is or what additional trouble he could be causing at this point; he does know that now innocent people are getting caught in the crossfire (in regards to the stranger in the tunnel, and also Jessica now that Jay has her phone number, and the untold number of people Jay got involved when he started posting videos to the Marble Hornets channel); things are spiraling out of control and there's no one left to ask for help. The situation isn't getting better, it's getting worse; things aren't getting easier to handle, they're just getting more out of hand; the negative impact is spreading and who knows how much further it can still go?

So, Alex decides to go scorched earth. He disfigures the body with the rock either to hide evidence or to make sure the guy would actually stay dead and not just get back up to start his own cycle of contamination in a few years. He tries to give Jay one last chance to back off, and Jay instead admits he's been talking to Jessica, acts obstinate and lies about not having Alex's spare key, and then breaks into Alex's house a second time (minimum). If Alex doesn't stop him now, who will? Alex met with Jay planning to kill the others, and then himself, so he could put a stop to this once and for all and keep things from getting any worse than they already were.

Maybe it makes a lot more sense if, rather than being a strangely incomprehensible detour on what should have been a straight path, the events of Season Two were the breaking point that put Alex on that path to begin with.

[running-in-the-dark]

it's so funny when I rewatch a show but with a new/different/additional crush. like I'm rewatching the librarians with my partner right now and it just feels soo different lol

[blackvahana]

i am really never going to understand why people post "shifting antis dni" in the astral projection tag. "here practice that constantly gets appropriated by us and used as a weird justification for a new set of beliefs that aren't really based in the same reality you work with, and that also gets completely misunderstood by our community because we don't care to understand what you do and just pretend we know it's what we do like christians saying other religions worship the christian god, have a post! Also dni if you don't like our practice that has nothing to do with the one whose tag we just shoved this into"

if you're not astral projecting don't put shit in the ap tag. if you don't even know the difference between AP and RS I dont think your opinion holds enough weight to counter the pushback against flooding a separate practice's tag with "if you dont like the practice I'm talking about in your tags dni"

[anne-bsd-bibliophile]

Just thinking about the time when I was 17 and the boy I was dating told me that had received revelation that he would be a prophet in the future and that I would be the wife to get him there. He also had our whole future planned out where I would sell my car, he'd buy a truck, and we would move to another city and open a flower shop for him to run. I broke up with him that night. And now I realize I probably started dating him because he reminded me of my narcissistic father, so I thought emotional manipulation and abuse was normal. This was also the moment I started to see that emotional abuse is not only considered normal in the Mormon religion and culture in which I grew up, but highly encouraged in males. Many, many boys I went on dates with had similar traits. They flat out told me the reasons why they were not into me, which include: I am too highly educated, I read too much, I like to travel, I do not want at least eight children, and I make my own decisions. Apparently those are unattractive traits for a single Mormon girl to have.

Now as an adult I am happy, single, and not Mormon.

[rockintapper]

sometimes i feel like a proud mother. and i dont even want children

[you-have-made-a-fatal-error]

need to shell out for a new laptop before the end of the year - for a lot of reasons but mainly bc support ending for win8.1 makes fixing the current beast rather pointless :/ (and. admittedly. there is a lot to fix. she's old and she has suffered.)

but my current beastie is from the last gen of laptops with a disc drive and the thought of using an external/usb disc drive is enough to make me cry tears of blood