#excuse me my brain is not braining so much atm

[looselysealedkrypton]

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[stemacademics]

small update

ok so um I got my number theory paper today, and the TA had cut marks for me because i left the answer at 66^2 and not 4356 (fermat's little theorem) 😔 I even wrote the full proof

my friend told me I should mail the TA about this, I got 14/20 and should be getting 17or18/20 😔

scores aside, number theory is so much fun, so much fun. the only good thing here is that I know the concepts well, and I fully knew the paper (still fucked it up, because I'm so frickin slow while writing and time). and it hurts worse because there's not enough proof that validates my knowledge. which in turn makes me question if i actually do have any.

I am, in general, a person who does well in concepts but screws up the exams (70% of the time) and I'm trying, I'm trying to get myself out of this "exam paniK" that I often spiral into, just minutes before the exam. I hope I change and grow; I hope, I hope.

[distrxst]

"be honest... Why do you say you're not worthy of being a Hashira? Even though you're so strong?"

his breathe caught in his throat at the question , one he was bound to answer with honesty . and for the slayer to call him strong . how there could've been someone much stronger who stood in his place . how there could've been joy in place of his life . he shook his head , breathing hard through his nose as he looked at him . the kid had been asking for long enough , so maybe his persistence deserved an answer .

" you really want to know .. ? " they asked , eyebrow raised , but they knew the answer . it was a question he had pestered him with many a time , now . he sighed loudly , unable to beat around the bush . " i shouldn't be alive right now . "

" my whole life .. everybody i've been close with , has made sacrifices for my life .. big and small .. first my sister , and then my best friend .. " he quietly gestured to each side of his mismatched haori , grimacing before continuing . " they had done so much for me , and i had never done anything in return . except simply dragging them down . they died because of my weakness . "

they didn't want to get into the grit of it , so they kept it simple . " my sister had died the night before her wedding , killed by a demon - all so it wouldn't find me . "

" my friend .. he was strong .. when i had got injured in final selection he stuck me with some of the others there , and gone off to kill every demon there . everyone survived final selection that year , save for him .. if i hadn't been such a dead weight , maybe he would've made it , kid . you probably would've liked him .. "

he sighed , eyes set on the floor as he scowled quietly . he hadn't spoke of this to anyone in years , and honestly he couldn't tell if the overwhelming feeling he had was regret or relief .

" i didn't even pass final selection . the only reason i'm alive is because people made sacrifices for me to be alive .. that isn't a real hashira . that's just a weakling . "

" i know you've been asking for ages . sorry if the answer is disappointing , but it's the truth . "

[octuscle]

Late Night Possession

Inspired by @malevessel

It was a terrible day. Meetings that dragged on like chewing gum. The air conditioning in the meeting room was faulty, it was well over 30 degrees Celsius outside, much higher inside and the humidity wasn't much below 100 percent. I hate it when lawyers suddenly join us at the end of a project. They talk everything up without even having understood for five cents what it was all about. And my client's in-house counsel was not only annoying, he also stank from the mouth and smelled terribly of sweat. The air in the meeting room was stifling. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when we thought we were finally finished at 8pm. And then the pain in the ass said he had a few more questions���.

It was really lucky that I got the last train home. I still had a three-hour journey ahead of me. It would be 02:00 when I was finally in bed. What a day! But I would take a nap now. The train was almost empty, I was sitting in the rest area, no one would disturb me.

"Hey bro, I swear! The bitch was begging for mercy. And then I fucked her all the more!" I am rudely torn from my reverie. Two seats away, a guy has sat down. A migrant with Arab roots, I'd say. Not a Muslim, because he doesn't perform ablutions. It smells of sweat and tobacco. The guy is on the phone at 11:30 at night in the train's rest area. On the phone? No, he's shouting. Without a headset of course, I can hear his "bro" on the other end just as well as I can hear him. And the guy is smoking. On the train. That's all I really needed today to be happy.

I may look weak. I am weak. Sport was never my thing. But I'm not anxious. Even if the guy has arms that make my legs look skinny. But he's not allowed to use the phone here. And he's certainly not allowed to smoke here. I stand up. I go to him. He only looks at me for a split second and immediately turns his attention back to his conversation partner. "Excuse me, this is a non-smoking train and you are in the rest area… So may I ask you…" BAAAAANNG! His fist hits me without any warning. My eyes go black.

Shit, why does my fist hurt? Shouldn't my head be hurting? I rub my fist. And see myself. On the floor. Knocked out. Shit! Shit! Shit! I look in the window. At my reflection. A migrant with Arab roots. "Yo dude, you good? Yo bro, spill the tea, what's the 411?" I hear from the cell phone. I pick up the phone, say that everything is okay, but that I have to take care of something here and hang up. I lie on the floor and sniffle. So it's the other one. Or is it me? Damn it! What's happened here? Take it easy now. This is a dream. I have brain trauma or something… What would I really do now if I were in that bastard's body? I'm like remote-controlled. I take my wallet out of my jacket pocket. I take my watch, the gold cufflinks and my glasses. I put everything in my laptop bag. The next station is coming. And I jump out of the train. I need a cigarette now. I don't smoke, but my body is obviously addicted to that shit. There's a Zippo and filterless Marlboros in my bomber jacket. I'm still a bit inexperienced with it, I have tobacco crumbs on my tongue. But the smoke feels good. So good. And my head is finally starting to work properly again.

Okay, I'm in the middle of nowhere in Stoke-on-Trent. Shit, I've got the belongings of a man who's been knocked out on a train to Manchester. I'm going to need money. I take the money out of my wallet, take the credit cards and pull the maximum amount out of the ATM in the deserted station concourse with each one. According to the departure board, there's a train back to London in ten minutes. The platform is empty. I get on, leave the laptop bag with everything that might remind me of myself in an empty compartment and quickly get off again. The train departs. Shit, shit, shit! I need one more cigarette first. I smoke the second one much more routinely on the station forecourt. Opposite the station is a somewhat shabby-looking hotel. While I'm thinking about going in there, a bus arrives. Destination Birmingham. Without thinking twice, I get on the bus. Birmingham. I drove through there a few hours ago. In a completely different body. I fall asleep.

It's dawn when my cell phone wakes me up. The phone of the guy who knocked me out. Mine after all. Shit, I'm not awake yet and the situation is challenging. The phone isn't vibrating discreetly, it's quite loud. BILLY TSTRK as the ringtone. One of my favorite hip-hop artists. He's also from Beirut. It's my buddy Dylan. He asks if everything's okay because I haven't been in touch. I say I've had a bit of stress with the wanker on the train and am now on the bus to Birmingham rather than Manchester. Dylan says cool, he'll tell Hamza and he'll pick me up at the bus. "You're a man of honor, I'll kiss your eye!" I say and hang up.

It's 05:30. I've been on the phone with Facetime. Without a headset. Several pairs of eyes stare at me in annoyance. "laenat alfilastiniiyn alkufaar" I curse and close my eyes again.

Had to go into hiding for a few weeks. The police were looking for me. Of course, there were surveillance cameras at the station. As far as I know, my old body is in a mental hospital. The story of the investment banker who suffered brain trauma after being mugged on a night train and then thought he was his tormentor was in the press. Not that I still read the papers. But it even appeared on Yasin's Instagram account, which is now my account.

My boys had to get used to it a bit. The investment banker is still in me. And that's a good thing. As Yasin, I have a pretty complex company to run. Import, export, all sorts of different stuff. I wash the money in investments in shisha bars and fitness studios. Hey, I only invest in things I know something about. And I practically live on the weight bench and in the shisha lounge area. Even though I think shisha sucks. I'll stick to cigarettes.

[pombeom]

Hello pombeom hope ur having a good day/night !!! Idk if ur requests are open i forgot to check BUT if its alr... may i request a domtutor!taehyun x bratsub!reader ? 🙊

Having an intense terry brainrot its so crazy RGHHH so scenario is, reader is really behind her like classes and almost failing everything and the teacher said she needs to catch up and take a tutor blh blah blah.. so, the teacher assigned tyun to be his tutor. Then, Everytime they have a study session, reader wont take it srs so tyun snapped out of it and just fucked the shit out of her 🫨

Feel free to ignore this if u get uncomfortable with this request !! Sorry if its not the best description, but the rest is up to you !! 🤧

Also, do you have a taglist? If yes, i would love to be tagged in every txt fics, thoughts OR ANYTHING ABT TXT😶‍🌫️

tutoring trouble | taehyun fic (nsfw)

nsfw, mdni!

pairings: meandomtutor!taehyun x brattysub!reader

warnings: spanking, namecalling (slut, brat), dirty talk, blowjob, doggy, manhandling, creampie, unprotected sex, hair pulling, choking, mean mean taehyun, nippleplay, marking, hickeys, zero aftercare, dacryphilia (reader cries), lmk if i forgot anything

a/n: thank you so much for being my first request!! this was so much fun to write and i hope this cures your brain rot 😭 don’t have a taglist atm but when i do (hopefully soon 🤞(just need to figure out how it works)) i’ll definitely add you :)

requests open

“Can I have a word please?”

At the end of the seminar, your professor calls upon you as you and your friends begin to leave. 

“I’ll catch up with you guys later.” 

“Right. I just wanted to talk to you about your recent grades. For someone who used to perform well in every assignment, your performance has been slipping to well below average. Even on a test where everyone managed to score above 60% you were the only one with a mark of 48% which tells me that you might need some additional support. A senior student has volunteered to help you out so from now on you shall receive tutoring session from him every week. His name is Kang Taehyun and he’s a very capable student who I believe can give you all the support you need,” your professor waffled on as you simply stare into her face absorbing all the information she’s blurting at you. 

“Is that all?” 

“Yes that’s all. I’ve scheduled your first meeting for tomorrow afternoon. I checked both your timetables to make sure you were both available. You’ll be meeting in the library at 1pm. And remember, if I hear that you haven’t showed up, then I’ll have to deal out more severe consequences.” 

With even more information being darted in your direction, your mind wanders to the plans you made with your friends for lunch tomorrow. Guess that’ll have to be cancelled then. 

You let out a sigh of frustration as you thank your professor and walk out the room with a grimacing look. How dare she ruin your plans like that. Just imagining the thought of a tutor sounded like hell. This Kang Taehyun also seemed like a right old nerd. It’ll be surprising if he lasts more than a day with you. 

You were wrong. He lasted more than a day. In fact he lasted nearly 3 weeks of your bratty attitude which just refused to listen to anything he says, interrupting him mid-sentence to ask irritating questions or dozing off as he’s explaining a key concept. Even through the trials and tribulations, he still put up with you but you could tell that he each week he was getting closer to breaking point. He just needed one last push. 

Instead of the library, you asked if you could meet up at your house instead, using the fact that you were recovering from being sick last week as an excuse. Phase 1, complete. 

Taehyun arrives promptly at 1pm, tapping a rhythmic knock on your door. As if you were waiting for him, you opened the door within seconds revealing to you his casual outfit of a baggy t-shirt that he paired with dark wash straight leg jeans and a silver chain that hung comfortably around his neck. You may not have liked him much, but you appreciated his sense of style. Laid back but put together. 

Inviting him in, you direct him towards your room, telling him that that was where you worked best. You bought over an extra chair and placed it beside your own desk chair and you both pulled out your work materials. 

Without further ado, Taehyun begins the session, paying no attention to the change of setting that you hoped would throw him off. You were ready to move into phase 2 of your plan. 

Taehyun, being seated at your right proved to be advantageous as it allowed you the opportunity to make physical contact as you both move your hands at the same time, “accidentally” bumping your hand into his. 

You were also wearing your oversized pyjama shirt with a pair of black shorts underneath, your shirt unbuttoned quite low. Without drawing too much attention to yourself, you slowly push one side of the shirt down your shoulder, hinting at your black lace bra. You try and meet his gaze but his eyes were avoidant, only paying attention to his notes and whether or not you were writing them down too, which of course you weren’t.

“Can you please focus. We’ve got a lot to cover,” his eyes finally look up to meet yours giving you a stern glare. 

“I am focusing, aren’t I?” Your puppy eyes never worked on him but you were hoping that them playing with your bra strap might distract him. 

“Stop fiddling with your bra strap and pay attention,” his voice was commanding in a way that even you felt threatened into obedience. You also weren’t expecting him to be so direct. 

You pick up you pen and start copying down the notes as he explains them suddenly getting another idea. 

“Taehyun, I’m thirsty. I’m gonna get some water, do you want some too?” 

“Yeah, sure, get me a glass.”

You filled up two glasses of water in the kitchen, holding one in each hand and as you walk past him, you accidentally spill water on his shirt, leaving him soaking wet. 

“Fuck! What the hell?!” he yells, standing up in shock. 

“Oh no! I’m so sorry! It was an accident. Let me get you a towel.” 

You giggled as you walk away towards the storage cabinet grabbing a new towel. But when you return, you see a sight you weren’t prepared for. 

Taehyun had removed his shirt leaving him flashing his hard abs and built muscles. Instead of turning around or covering your eyes, you stand there gawking at his physique. So this is what he’d been hiding under his baggy T-shirt the entire time. You move closer to him, handing him the towel to dry off. 

He wipes his body dry and passes you the towel back glaring into your eyes. 

“This is what you wanted to happen right? When you invited me to your house, I knew something was up. Fucking brat can’t just sit quiet and focus on her lesson.” He inches closer to your body, pushing you against the desk as he corners you. His face was now mere millimetres away, leaving you gasping. 

“Go on. Tell me what you want,” he instructs, his voice a little raspy, “What? Now you suddenly can’t speak? Guess I’ll just have to punish you then.” 

His hands grab onto your waist pushing you up to sit on your desk, moving away any pens and paper in the way. His fingers tuck your hair behind your ear as he continues to move them along your cheeks and jawline leaving lingering touches on your skin, sparking like jolts of electricity. As his hands reach your neck, his fingers wrap themselves around it, his grip slowly tightening. 

Your lips part as you pant for air when his other hand swipes a touch across your bottom lip before he inserts his thumb into your mouth, pushing it in and out. He removes his finger from your mouth letting out a pop sound. 

Before long, his hands move down your shirt, undoing any remaining buttons, stripping you of your shorts as you’re left almost naked, feeling bare in front of his gaze. 

He’s skilful in removing your bra, cupping both breasts as he squeezes them into his face, breathing in your scent. 

“Such perfect tits. You were desperate to show them to me, weren’t you?” 

“Taehyun, suck on them. Please,” your voice trembled as you begged him. 

“Such a desperate slut aren’t you. Unlucky for you, brats don’t get what they want.” 

He’s strips you of your underwear and his own, leaving you both naked when suddenly he picks you up, flinging you over his shoulder, spanking your ass as he moves towards your bed. 

“Such,” spank,” A,” spank,” Brat,” spank. 

He drops you onto the mattress, and climbs over you. He moves up to your neck, sucking your sensitive skin rabidly, reddish purple marks appearing instantly. He moves along you collarbone sucking harshly while pinching your nipples, earning him a sharp moan. 

“Get on your knees.” He pulls you up by your hair and pushes you onto the floor as you become on eye level with his veiny cock. Your reactions to his hardness were instinctive: hands wrapping around the base of his shaft as your tongue swirls around the pink tip. 

“You don’t get to tease me ok, brat? Now suck my dick.” 

You feel your hair being pulled into a makeshift ponytail as he rams your throat up and down his cock, almost gagging you. 

You feel him twitch on your mouth and before he could cum he pulls out, taking away his own orgasm. 

Pulling you back up onto the bed, he places you on all fours as he grabs your waist firmly as his cock teases your entrance. Sliding in between the lips of your pussy, your wetness leaks out onto his dick, lubing it even more than your saliva. 

“Taehyun please just fuck me!” you whine, almost crying at the pain of his teasing. You needed him in you. 

Without warning he slams his cock into your core, hitting your cervix in one go. He continues to pound into you as he pushes your face into a pillow, muffling your moans as your tears leak onto the cotton. His dick is ruts against your gummy walls as he grunts with each swift push. You clench around his cock, feeling the veins as your wetness oozes out, dripping down your leg. 

“God your pussy is so good. Look at you, taking my cock so well, aren’t you? Only brats get fucked like this. Brats who don’t listen or pay attention. Brats who are so desperate. Brats who like to tease their tutor.” 

He’s now slamming into you at an unimaginable rate, your cries being heard even through the fabric of your pillow. The familiar sensation builds in your stomach. 

“Taehyun I’m gonna cum!” 

“Hold it. Only cum when I tell you to.” 

He’s ruthless with his speed, punishing your pussy over and over. His actions took over your entire body as your vision goes blurry even with your eyes closed and your legs shaking despite his support in holding you up.

“You can cum now.” 

You didn’t wait a second longer before your orgasmic wave comes crashing down sending ripples across your entire body when you collapse completely. At the same time, Taehyun cums inside your throbbing pussy, which remains pulsing even after he’s removed himself, pushing out the mixture of both your cum down your already wet leg. 

You’re left gasping for air once again, trying to catch tour breath after the intense sex. Taehyun leaves you alone on your bed to go put on his boxers and jeans, sweat dripping down his sculpted abs. 

“Oi, where’s my tshirt?” 

“It’s there.” You point vaguely behind you as you were unable to lift your head or body to help him out. 

He eventually finds it on the the radiator and at this point it had finished drying so he slips it back on and begins packing up his notes and stationery. 

“Same time next week. And maybe next time you’ll actually pay attention.” 

He waltz out, hearing the main door slam whilst you still lay in bed worn out. 

You don’t think you could ever focus in his tutoring classes again. Not when you knew how his cock felt inside you. His punishment failed. It only made you crave more. 

[yourlocalfriendlyhobbit]

Requested by @pacoholin​​

<< Part 1 | Part 3 (not posted yet) >>

A/N:

y’all making me shy with your compliments oml... *monkey covering eyes emoji* no but seriously i didn’t expect so much love on part 1, thank you all so much!

I’m also sorry it’s taking so long for me to write anything, i had a writer block, and I am chronicallly ill, so sometimes that keeps me from doing anything, and life is just sh*t all together...

This is also so freaking long... so I will make a part 3~ my brain is just not braining anymore atm...

The tourney happened weeks ago, and life was back to normal in Camelot. Things don't usually stays calm for long in this city with the magic ban, but somehow no sorcerer decided to take advantage of the tourney and agitation to commit any crimes... 

That didn’t mean Merlin had had any time to relax whatsoever; there’s never a calm moment with Arthur. Especially now that he has what he wanted to ��blackmail’ Merlin all he wanted... During the whole week of the tourney, up until now, the moment you were present, Arthur would send teasing glances his way; elbow him lightly; or just straight up make a teasing comment that would make poor Merlin blush and leave you confused...

But truth be told, Arthur just wanted Merlin to snap and finally tell you how he feels, and he didn’t know how to help his friend other than pushing a little and hope for the better....

Of course, the knights learned about it too. And weren’t really any help, as they all had a different... approche when it came to romance...

Guinevere tried to help too. From giving him advices on what to do for you, what gifts he could give you, to just listening to him rant for hours about you... She wasn’t very close to you, but she knew, just by the look in Merlin’s eyes when he talked about you, that you were a caring person, and she just hoped you returned his feelings...

Merlin aknowledged their attempts at helping him, but he was too shy and nervous... He had magic... what if you were scared of him once he told you? what if you ratted him out then? He knew deep down that even if you were scared you wouldn’t do that, but there was still this little voice at the back of his head reminded him of it...

...

Merlin was doing his usual tasks, as Arthur was getting ready for bed. He noticed the young prince was very quiet this evening; which, considering we are talking about Arthur is really something abnormal. Merlin was considering breaking the silence but the prince did first:

“You are free tomorrow.”

Merlin turned to Arthur, quite shocked. He let out a nervous laugh.

“And who is the poor soul who would have to look after you then if I am not here?”

Arthur scoffed, and grabbed a pillow from his bed and threw it at Merlin, who easily dodged it.

“Now, that is none of your concern. Tomorrow, you will go to the kitchen and meet with Guinevere, she will hand you a basket, and you will go have a nice little picnic with (Y/n). And for the love of God, tell them how you feel!”

The poor boy looked at the Prince as if he had grown a second head. He fidgeted with the cloth he was holding.

“I... I have no idea what you mean by th-”

Before he could finish his sentence, Arthur grabbed another pillow from his bed and threw it with way more force than before. This time, it hit Merlin in the face.

“I want to help you, but I am getting quite frustrated with you. There is no denying how you feel about them because that is very obvious; from the lovesick look in your eyes to that dumb smile you have when they so much talk to you, you are just trying to find excuses.”

Arthur walked up to Merlin, and put his hand on his shoulder.

“Now, man up, and put everyone out of their misery... well, mostly you...”

With a finale pat on the shoulder, he turned around and went to lay down on his bed, while Merlin stayed where he was. He looked to the ground, not really looking at anything in particular, mulling over all that just happened. He then sighed and got back to work, before leaving to go to bed himself.

When he arrived in Gaius’ appartment, he didn’t say a word and went straight to his room.

...

The morning arrived faster than he wanted. Of course, spending the day with you was all i wanted for a long time now, but if he was to confess to you, he knew he needed to be sincere about who he really was. And that scared him so much. He could stand you not returning his feelings, but imagining you being scared of him was the worst that could happen.

He was pacing around the room, thinking of hundreds of ways to tell you everything he wanted, all the things that could go wrong, etc... Gaius was watching him from his chair, the parchement he was reading long forgotten. Obviously he knew what was making the boy so jumpy. Suddenly, Merlin took off without saying a word, barely closing the door behind him.

He ran throught the corridors, straight to the kitchens where Guinevere had probably been waiting for him for the past hour. He stumbled when he reached the door, out of breathe. Guinevere was sitting on a chair, sewing a piece of clothing. She looked up when she heard him.

“I’m so sorry I made you wait!”

She simply smiled and got up.

“It’s alright; I figured you would take some time to come.”

She went to the counter at the back of the kitchens and picked up a basket. She then walked to Merlin and gave it to him.

“(Y/n) is most likely near the training yard; there is no one there at this hour. Now hurry up.”

She smiled and pushed him lightly. Merlin laughed, a light blush dusting his cheeks. He took a few steps backwards, then started to walk at a fast pace towards the yard, a huge smile on his face. When he finally arrived at the training yard, he looked around to find you. As he walked across the field, he spotted you sitting in the shadows of one of the walls. He stopped where he was, in the middle of the yard, and stared at you. Completely entranced; as he usually was when he saw you: every background sounds vanished. You were just so perfect.

A loud crash coming from somewhere behind him managed to get him out of his trance. But it also caugh your attention. And as usual, when you looked at him, he suddenly became all awkward and shy. But unaware of the effect you had on Merlin, you waved at him with a bright smile.

With a tight lip awkward smile, he walked to you, clutching the handle of the basket like his life depended on it.  When Merlin finally reached you, you had stood up.

“Hi Merlin, how are you today?”

You could see how nervous he was, shifting from one foot to the other, looking at the ground.

“Oh um, I’m- I’m doing good- I- umm...”

Merlin paused.

“You- You are free this afternoon?”

You looked at him, a bit surprised. Knowing he is Arthur’s servant, he didn’t really have any kind of free time.

“Well, yes. Why you ask?”

Merlin took a deep breathe, as if summoning all the courage he had in his body, and motionned to the basket he was holding tightly.

“I wanted to ask you if you would like to go picnic with me outside of Camelot’s walls?”

He was looking at you with the biggest puppy eyes you had ever seen, like he was begging you to say yes. If only he knew he didn’t need to do that for you to accept...

“Of course, I’d love that Merlin!”

You replied with a smile. Before he could say anything, you grabbed his free hand, and dragged him away from the castle. He nearly fell, but soon catched up with you.

Now, Merlin could only hope that you would return his feelings, but most importantly, that you would accept him, magic and all...

[sunnysoulzz]

Hi!I was wondering if you could do more Dean Taylor smuts,Im so obsessed over him it's not even a joke anymore bro,and it's such a shame that there's not enough smuts of this scrumptious man.If you can,can you write a smut about him?I would really appreciate it,thank you!!!🙌🏻💋 (if I wrote any of this shit incorrectly, English is not my first language so excuse me 😭)

Ofc!! I’ve been wanting to write smth for a while but had no inspo + dean is so 😩 he NEEDS more smut

How abt some forest sex? :3

Contains: forest sex, smut, dean x reader, quickie, not in canon at all, also this is kinda short

The sun was beginning to set, and there was already problems in the house. Dean, your boyfriend had begun growing agitated and aggressive. You tried your best to call him down, telling him it’ll all work out and it’ll be ok. Eventually Paul got annoyed, telling Dean to go fuck off in the woods for a while to “check for any way they could escape” or something. Dean obeyed, mainly to get out of the house. You followed.

It didn’t take him long to forget about checking around the house and just go looking around the woods, you didn’t say much, just enjoying the night air and the dread of what would happened if Paul’s whole plan didn’t work out. You looked over to Dean, he lit a cigarette. He turned to face you before eyeing you up and down.

“You know..I really feel like I gotta blow off some stream” he mumbled, he tilted his head down, looking at you through his lashes. It was obvious what he was getting at, and how could you say no. You smiled, “I can help with that.” You moved forward wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands moved to your waist as he moaned into the kiss. He pushed you up against a near by tree, moving down to kiss and suck at your neck.

His hands moved to the waistband of your pants. “Please- fuck- I’m so pissed off right now, can we fuck?” He mumbled into the crook off your neck. You moaned, “yes- please-“.

It didn’t take long for your pants and underwear to be discarded on the cold forest dirt. Dean unbuckled his pants, not bothering to take them off before he slammed into you. You threw your head back. “Ah- what if Paul or Jenna comes looking for us?” You moaned, trying not to be too loud. “They won’t. We just- gotta be quick” he groaned out.

He continued slamming into you, the tree felt rough against your back, but the feeling of Dean inside you was heavenly. His eyes were filled with lust as he looked into yours. He moved forward, kissing you. You moaned into his mouth. “Fuck I’m close” he moaned. “C-can I cum inside?” He looked at you softly, his thrusts never slowly. “Please!” You cried out.

It didn’t take long for his thrusts to become sloppy, he bottomed out inside you, you both came at the same time. You leaned against the tree after putting your clothes back on, trying to catch your breath. He leaned into you, kissing your cheek “we gotta hurry back” you giggled. “Mmm..” he responded. You couldn’t see what you looked like, so you just had to pray you don’t look like you just had your brains fucked out.

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I’m ngl- I wrote this in one sitting so sorry for the spelling mistakes! Hope this is ok! I’ve been very hyperfixated on Tyler the creator atm, which is odd- so sorry abt not posting lol. My request are always open!

[alanaartdream]

Hey there Alana!

I saw that you liked my Fanfics art-style post!

I just wanted to thank you for that!

Also, what did you think about the art-styles I chose?

Wanted to make sure I gave each of my fanfics a unique art-style in order to stand out from each other.

Sorry right now I’m trying to wake up my adhd brain to figure out what fanfics you’re talking about being as I’ve been kinda busy and my attention seems to be on nicktoons unite /Jimmy Timmy power hour related to fairly odd parents and a lot of anime/manga atm when I’m not busy with working food service for a hospital

Also one of my cats just turned 2 years old so kinda been trying to spoil him and get ready for Halloween 🎃

Also been trying to woke on my fairy Timmy ideas

Soo my guess is you’re going on ideas for reboots for Jimmy Timmy power hour games with Nicktoons unite games?

Now not all games had bad gameplay in the series and in later versions some Of Danny phantom’s friends (as well as some of SpongeBob’s) were added into the games and in one of the games series Invader Zim was added

Ok not all the games gameplay was all good but the cut scenes to a lot of these games were quite funny to watch; use to remember liking to watch a lot of YouTubers play these games for just the cut scenes or some YouTubers would only show the cutscenes they’d film from their play though of said games

So if you wanted to bring those games back to life hmm you’re to start with Jimmy Tommy power hour being as that’s what got nick to start out the nicktoons unite games back in the day and being as fairly odd parents Jimmy neutron Danny Phantom SpongeBob were the most popular cartoons Nick had at the time they designed to do a crossover game with them 1st being as the Jimmy Timmy power hour was such a great hit then they started to add in other series like there was this one cartoon series Nick had that started out as a game then became a cartoon on Nick and they had added that cartoon’s character to join the nicktoons unite games team

Then they did add in invader zim with Zim and dib but they only did that with one game (because the creator of invader zim wasn’t willing to have them in more game series is my guess not sure the details)

Then other games had as I said before started to have Danny’s friends join the team in some games and I think a few of that cartoon that started out as a game then became a show have some other characters join in on that as well as some of SpongeBob’s friends

You have some good ideas but I recommend maybe trying to watch some YouTube videos about the games or look up videos that show the cut scenes because I feel like a lot of us (well maybe not all just I have a feeling quite a few) use to love watching those cut scenes on YouTube because the cut scenes in these games were quite fun so I think YouTube might still have them

Before you plan to add other cartoons series characters to it although I can see My life as a teenage robot would fit being as she is a superhero in her series; and as much as I loved angry beavers; Rugrats and catdog I know those cartoons couldn’t interact with a superhero fighting team.. well Rugrats or rocket power couldn’t maybe catdog and angry beavers could but Rugrats even when all grown up couldn’t really fit into a fighting team as the loud house wouldn’t fit into it either

But as I’ve said you had some good ideas

If you could do a comic series and send that to Nick you could get Nick to publish it being as thanks to fairly odd parents a new wish series a lot of Danny phantom/ fairly odd parents fans have been waking up and wanting something more with Danny phantom & fairly odd parents atm

Now if you excuse me I’ve started to wake up a bit more and realise I need to get ready for work

Thank you for you ask? Hope you’re fanfic ideas go well

[moodyseal]

Tell us more abt your hyacinthus winter soldier au 👀👀

HELLO thank you for giving me an excuse to talk your ear off about it, you will probably regret it <3

To be completely honest I still haven't planned anything that's worth of an actual fic (who do you take me for? An organized person? HA) but I would lie if I said that I didn't think about it a lot, so

As you know, somehow in this AU Hyacinthus came back to life and started working for the emperors

The dynamics of how, exactly, it all happened are pretty undefined as of now, but that's secondary information and it's not really important. (Maybe.)

What you need to know though is that Commodus is the one who takes him in, because of course he does. Hyacinthus is the perfect revenge against Apollo, after all, both because he's known to be his greatest love, and seeing him side against him would hurt Apollo a lot, and because, whatever happened, Commodus would always have leverage against Apollo, in a "You don't want to do what I tell you? Well look what I can do to your precious little flower" sort of way

He also uses this as an excuse to get back at Hyacinthus himself, too—something that is a direct result his festering inferiority complex and the can of worms that are, again, his feelings upon seeing the one man Apollo's name is always associated with

Hyacinthus is a better man and fighter than him even when he's brainwashed and he just CAN'T stand it

It all worsens once he sees how much Lester is still attached to Hyacinthus, and how hard he tries to get him to snap back. He never cared that much for him after all, did he?

On Hyacinthus' end this all borders less on the side of drama and more on the side of comedy LMAO

While not being able to discern right from wrong atm, as he's been coerced into absolute obedience through very shady means, he has this unexplainable feeling inside him that he really, really doesn't like Commodus (which intensifies every time Commodus starts another one of his long rants about how bad and evil and selfish Apollo is and about how he'll absolutely get his revenge) and he expresses that through little jabs he makes in his direction that Commodus can't really do anything about because they are worded in a way that makes them seem innocuous

On the other hand, he's on civil terms with the rest of the "staff", so to speak, and some even respect him because of how skilled he is (specifically Lityerses) so he does have some allies there

They don't actually know who he is though since, while he works for the emperors, Hyacinthus is never referred to by his own name, but always by some sort of epithet

(This is why Meg never made the connection either, despite knowing the myth well enough to inform Grover that Hyacinthus was Apollo's boyfriend)

It's mostly a measure they take so Hyacinthus doesn't remember his past before they're actually done using him

As for Apollo and Hyacinthus' relationship in this, it's a bit complicated, because Apollo changes his stance and tries to get him on his side the moment Hyacinthus' disguise drops, while Hyacinthus doesn't remember him. At all. So his efforts don't really work

Which results in a lot of frustration and hurt feelings

Despite this, Hyacinthus' unexplainable feelings persist. And he's very confused :)

I'm still not sure when this would be set—I wanted to either limit this to The Dark Prophecy or make it a "he appears occasionally as a spy or something until they find out who he is" thing that spans over the five books (without actually retelling the whole story though because holy shit that would be exhausting) but that's something that can be figured out later oof

Anyway, keep in mind that this is all just a result of my daydreaming, so if I actually write something concrete about this, some plot points might change!! And also the dynamics!! And the vibes in general!!! My brain is just a dumpster fire tbh so expect a lot of mental U-turns here

[molar-bear-sims]

hello (again)! 💖

i feel very rusty with this, so you'll have to excuse the awkwardness, but hello! welcome! my name's eleanor and i'm a victim of the simblr resurgence 🙋😔

i blame the wonderfully creative ball of sunshine that is @vool-zam for this entirely because after years of barely touching my game, her presence on my dash not only inspired me to open it up again, but create a whole new save and blog too. she just seems to be having fun with ts4 again and i want to do the same! so thank you sam!! 🥰

anyway, long story short: i used to be @littlemissnellie, and whilst i'm proud of my valiant attempts at sim stories on that blog, on this one i'm just going to be heading back to my roots and posting some fun, legacy gameplay screenshots. because 1. i don't think my academically exhausted brain can handle much more atm lol, and 2. back when i was doing that with my beloved daleys (rip 🪦), right at the start of my blog, before i got caught up in the 'serious, aesthetic-y' side of simblr, that was the most fun i had posting on here. and i'd like to get back into that again!

so yeah, fresh start on a fresh blog - let's see how it goes! i'm so out of the loop with everything though so please recommend me some fun blogs to follow for inspo. and leave me some tips on how to make my blog look a bit prettier, because i seem to have forgotten everything 🥴

[wingsdippedingold]

Just my opinion but I don't think the inner circle should exist as a political group that helps their BEST FRIEND lead an entire court. Reasons why:1)They are his friends so he would most likely believe their version of events instead of another person's2) biased behaviour3) they act like literal children and can't behave civil unless it's with each other4) do they actually have political experience bc half their court Hayes them and they do whatever they want. ( More reasons I can't think of atm but ygiI'm not saying that rhysand can't have people he trusts within his council but he should also have mature and experienced members who will give him good advice and won't act like a group of toddlers. He gave his friends far too much authority and freedom to act however they want. Nesta's treatment is proof that if they collectively don't like someone they will put said person through hell.Just my opinion tho, to each their own yk

And I completely agree 😭😭

Velaris is the real CoN. Court of Nepotism

Cassian and Azriel are both revered as great warriors and like super talented so whatever with them ig. But Amren? She’s useless. Morrigan’s job could go to literally anyone (don’t even get me started on the shitty “she’s a dreamer” stuff they pull as an excuse to not save anyone else from the CoN).

3) YES OMG THAT HIGH LORD MEETING WAS A MESS

4) they in fact do not. Rhysand I can understand initially because his father died abruptly, but it’s been like 409 years and he’s still an idiot.

Also he placed Cas and Az in power immediately too, so it was nepotism because there is no way they were the greatest compared to his father’s underlings. I cant remember if this is right but I’m pretty sure he like immediately got rid of his father’s advisors, which is such a dumb idea as a fresh high lord with no experience.

And for the last point they’re treatment of Nesta does totally show their immaturity and inability to not have gripping control over everything. Feyre being upset and embarrassed about her sister pissed me off so much, and there’s 0 way she’s qualified to be a high lady. Rhysand literally let’s his little knife happy Cassian run wild and is like “I know he literally obliterated part of the summer court but we forced our soldiers on to their territory that they said they didn’t want so we should be okay 🙄”

Sorry this is rushed because I totally agree and needed to brain dump 😭

[wibblyparfait]

i blinked and suddenly my Limbus OC finally became real. god help me specifically why is she in my HOUSE/J SHCNDVND

also i was gonna make a silly abt how i dont have much abt them (they/she) but it turns out i Do in fact have thoughts & theyre all just scattered bits and pieces so if u'll excuse me. (spits out a bunch of disorganized bulletpoints & leaves)

used to work with the Tres Association so they have extensive weaponry knowledge but will they use this to help? only cuz theyre contractually obligated to probably 😔

acts as friendly as a businessperson tryna sell u smth if u understand That VibeTM. and then would piss ppl off on purpose BDFNDFH

probably the only person that would play along with Donqui's fuckshit & enable her to cause problems on purpose 😰

basically sillycoded (derogatory) but also full of anger. stewing with rage even. wanting to tear down the world & razing hell thru-out the City but the only thing stopping them atm is Contractual Obligations aurkgh DFJSJF

also theres a vague doomed yuri thought with Elias & Maria (unclear with who or with both or whatever just Close Attachment) but the thought has not fully formed so check back later 👍 DHCNDF

silly thought abt how base ID would be an Ammo unit but also b able to regain Ammo for themself & mayb others but i have also not thought abt this too much GEFLDKFH

and that is all. back to them gnawing on my brain incoherently 😩 SHCNSFB

[slightlyunconventional]

Foaming at the mouth for s/nzcanons of T/ighnari or Zh/ongli

HI YES OFC!! i love these two so i will do both :) i havent thought about zh/ongli in. so long sorry if his ones suck lmao

t/ighnari

obviously him being sensitive to spices and such is canon but i still felt i had to mention it

↳ strong spices will get a pretty substantial fit out of him, even more so when theyre cooking/in the air, and he probably wont stop snzing till he’s well out of the vicinity

otherwise, he’ll probably snz 2-4 times at once when there isn’t anything actively setting him off

whenever he gets sick he knows exactly how to deal with it since he’s like. a doctor. he knows alllll the remedies and will be diligently taking care of himself (but also keeping on top of work as much as he possibly can)

i think he’d be kind of germaphobic but on behalf of other people so like, he tells other people to not get too close cause he doesnt want them to get sick haha

his ears!! they sort of go down?? flatten?? you know what i mean. when hes building up <33 and they twitch when hes irritated

him having a sensitive nose in canon i imagine it gets red very fast/easily

snz itself is very soft, in volume and just in general - matches his personality i feel, kinda chill and subdued you know

↳ and he doesnt stifle honestly, i think he’s one of those people who are anti-stifle cause youll burst a blood vessel or something 😭

↳ also terrible at holding back. he’ll try but it wi fail disasterously

zh/ongli

stifler. i know this i know it in my soul !

↳ and he does it anyway despite his snz really not being loud or attention grabbing at all .. hes just that guy

↳ however if you do hear his unstifled snz i feel like it would have the same sort of sound his voice has. like its distinctive you can hear his voice in it but it isnt overly forceful… again kinda matches his personality in a way

but when hes sick there will be seismic activity just because i think its funny

↳ do gods even get sick. idk. i think its a once in a blue moon thing for him so when it happens he’ll probably shut himself away and wait it out unless he has anything really important to attend to

“excuse me” every single time he is so polite about it

honestly i dont see him as an allergies kind of guy. sorry to be boring…. maybe dust though thats kinda ,

↳ i see him as someone who likes to keep things clean and organised so perhaps thats to avoid dust collecting

↳ maybe strong perfumes/scents get to him too.. he cant go past whatever that perfume ladys shop is called without snzing a few times at the very least

mmmm these are a little on the short side im sorry 😭 my brain is all over the place atm but i hope you still liked this anon!! ty for the ask <3

[youdonthavetocallmedarlinnn]

I have relapsed but not with the thing I actually truly wanted. It is what it is. No connect atm, but I'm not actively trying to find one. So, I guess that makes it a little better. I'm gonna be taking a week off from work in a couple of weeks. I plan on using that time to get my shit straight. That sounds like an excuse, most likely, but I'm not really worried about how it sounds to anyone except for me. I know that I'm getting through to the end of this because I can feel it in my core. I just need to learn and implement better coping skills, especially when it comes to stress. I spend the majority of my free time reading and listening to audiobooks that gear towards personal growth. I write notes and lend my own thoughts to them. I have a notebook that's dedicated specifically to my personal thoughts, the things I've learned, and quotes that's really mean something to me. I'm also jotting down different memories from my life. I want to write a book one day, and I'm not really sure what kind of direction I want, specifically, to take it in, but I know my experiences will be a part of it. I'm dreaming big these days. I wrote a list of goals. Some are simple, others are bigger, and some are huge but all attainable. Some are just very much long game goals, and I'm ready to take those journeys. I started classes at my local university, and that was the ignition I needed to start believing in myself more and the fact I am actually doing really really well. I'm making better grades now than I ever did when I was a kid, and I haven't been in a school setting of any kind in almost 20 years.

I'm an alcoholic that takes years long breaks in favor of other substances. It was opiates. I gave them up 4 years ago and I never looked back. I segued with alcohol until eventually landing on stimulants for last 4 years. I stopped taking them for almost a year. I will be completely honest and say that it's been a lot harder to quit this time.

But as I stated earlier........

I know everything that's happening right now is a means to an end. I'm going to do this, but the transition has been more difficult. I don't plan on drinking like I normally do when I quit substances and even though I've not really cared about alcohol when I take substances out completely that is where my brain goes and I come from a long line of alcoholics. Just knowing I'm never drinking again when I finally get through this made me want to drink for the first time in a long time.

I am worried that I'll veto my no alcohol rule before it's over with, and I really don't want to do this while falling back into old numbing habits. Alcohol has always been like this strange old friend that I hadn't seen in a while but lends me emotional support anyway. I know alcohol is not an emotional support system. I'm just giving an example. It's a coping mechanism that becomes something that I allow to swallow me whole. It's not the only thing that does, but it is the only socially accepted thing that can and that makes lines blurry from the start. I wrap alcohol and/or substances around me like shroud until they envelop me, and before I know what's happening, it's weighing me down like a damp weighted blanket on a hot July day.

I want to quit. I spent 8 consecutive days in pursuit of it, but I was the most unpleasant person to be around. I couldn't even stand my fucking self. I want to be prepared for these things that will indeed affect other aspects of my life. I quit opiates on my own accord, and I wasn't nearly as unpleasant. There were more physical withdrawal symptoms than with stimmys, and I was still more pleasant to deal with back then. I know a little more about what to expect now and I'm learning how to counter act these things.

I know that all mainstream recovery programs and literature all say that there is only one way to get sober. We're being shown on a more magnified level that that is simply not true. Recovery like addiction exists on a spectrum and no one person is going to recover the same as someone else.

Don't get me wrong, I love the ideas behind the original idea for AA but it was written by men for men almost 100 years ago. My recovery requires a more modern approach and I think that's okay. In fact I know it is and I hope everyone else does too because nothing hurts more than trying to find the right fit for your recovery and feeling judgment when you're not doing things the exact same way or being told that this IS the only way or even worst feeling as though you're a failure by comparison to other people. I believe the road to recovery is a personal experience and that if you personally choose to attend support therapy then that still doesn't change the fact that this is your experience and you're responsible for it.

Okay, I've said way too much, but I needed to let some thoughts out into the ether.

[basilpaste]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

i dont do ask bait games like this and i am not going to send asks to other people because of that. but i AM going to take this as an excuse to music post because i listen to a lot of fucking music and im annoying about it.

JUDAS by the reverent marigold rewired my brain the first time i heard it. i was never raised particularly religious but its always had undertones in my life and i love queer stories told with biblical imagery.

life, the universe, and everything by lincoln is a song ive been listening to a lot recently. it has this feeling of. waugh wording is not working but like. uncertainty throughout that i like.

come over by noah kahan is like. one of those songs i come back to when im feeling particularly Weird. it doesnt make me stop feeling weird but it is comforting to have those feelings.

rotted out with flies by kevin atwater is so. man i really dont know how to describe this song coherently. i dont think i could articulate why i like it so much atm. its good.

and then the angels by cuttlephone is just really fun. a song about angels and the end of the world with a cowboy inspired sound. the other half of the single (by cowboy/by angel), endtimes cowboy, is also really fun but i listen to it much less often.

oh also bonus: 6. the pattern by the narcissist cookbook. yayyyy this is how we get better mention. its just really good.

dont see this as an excuse to send me more ask bait asks this was an excuse for ME to infodump.

[bonesandthebees]

HARD agree on the fullmetal alchemist. God after seeing so many shonen anime butcher females it was such a breath of fresh air to watch Winty and Riza kick some serious butt. I am also watching Jujutsu Kaisen atm and they're doing really well with the females too and I hope it keeps up!!

Also mannn I relate to the to watch list so much!! I got into a new anime, (bungou stray dogs, it's a seinen show) earlier this year and I've just. It's taken over my brain and it's the only "new" show I've watched this year besides keeping up with jujutsu. I've watched madoka magica, death note as well and they're some of my absolute favourites too!!

:DD

Also excuse you I did end up finishing differentiation, I am NOT procrastinating, hehehe

- ❄️

yes exactly!! I could write an entire essay on this, but the thing I love about how fmab writes women is how nuanced they are. they're not just #girlboss but there's a variety of what they're like and who they are. riza has a really complex moral nuance to her with the way she's trying to atone for her war crimes through the way she supports mustang and the personal connection she feels both for her own actions during the war and what mustang did as a result of her own father's work that's quite literally branded onto her back just- fuck I'm rambling already

and winry!! she's independent and has her own life and career and is a genius in her own right with automail but she also holds so many stereotypically feminine traits that aren't shown as a weakness whatsoever. she represents home for the brothers. she tries to kill the man who killed her parents and can't bring herself to do it, and ed tells her her hands were made to create and heal not kill. she helps delivery a baby and that is shown as something incredible.

then even with the stereotypical 'girlboss' characters you get nuance. olivier is an ice cold badass but she holds onto what she thinks is right and protects the soldiers under her command and uses the expectations men have of women to her advantage. and izumi is badass and harsh but also she committed alchemy's greatest taboo just for the chance to be a mother and she's not weak for that. she's not weak for wanting to be a mother, and she proudly declares to anyone around her that she's a housewife right before beating their ass to a pulp.

ok yeah do not get me started talking about the way women are written in fmab i'll never shut up

I've never watched jjk but I've heard good things about it and I'm glad the female characters are being handled well!! and I've heard of bungou stray dogs too and it seems really cool!

i'm proud of you for finishing your differentiation you are our strongest soldier fr o7