#how do i tell someone i have herpes

[wonderjanga]

Billy Pranks Hal

Billy doesn’t know the difference between pranks and straight up crime. He doesn’t know this because Freddy’s ideas of pranks are crimes. The reason this is, is because he didn’t really grown up around any other kids his age. So, Freddy’s the best example he’s got. So, when Hal pranks him, he decides to “prank” him back. By the way, during all of this, he thinks this is just lighthearted fun.

Billy (in Marvel from) gets the most brilliant idea. Though, technically it isn’t his idea, but rather Freddy’s. He’s going to hire a hooker to give Hal herpes. Pause, and run it back. He’s going to hire a hooker, bring her to the Watchtower, have her brush her teeth with Hal’s toothbrush, and then that will him herpes. Freddy said he saw it on a Southpark episode and wanted to see if it would actually work in real life. So the two talked to Ms.Bambi to see if any of her friends had the disease and sure enough she knew someone. She was a little skeptical, but when they told her the reason, she gave in. But she did end up supervising them the whole way, including going with them to the guy they were “pranking’s” house. It’s one of Billy’s favorite memories.

So, Billy approaches her as Marvel and asks her her to do it. She briefly remarks about how this is the second time she’s had to do this, but agrees as long as he pays her fare. He scrounges up the few dollars he has, pays her, and he takes her to the Watchtower. He obviously gets weird looks because why did Captain Marvel of all people come to the Watchtower with someone who looks(they didn’t want to assume) like a hooker? Meanwhile, Marvel and Ms.Hooker are chatting about being broke, ignoring the looks. Eventually they get to Hal’s room and just as they’re about to find a way in, John leaves the room next to them.

John: “Hey, Cap.” *waves, then does a double take at Ms.Hooker* “Who’s this?”

Marvel: “Hmm? Oh, this is Ms.Foxy.”

Ms.Foxy: “Hey.” *waves*

John: “Okay… Cool. Cool… Why’re you trying to get into Green Lantern’s room?”

Ms.Foxy: “Aren’t you Green Lantern?”

Marvel: “There’s like four of them actually.” *looks over to Ms.Foxy while holding up 4 fingers*

John: “There’s actually more- Never mind, you didn’t answer my question, Cap.”

Marvel: “Oh right! I’m pranking him. Ms.Foxy is going to help me.” *gestures to Ms.Foxy*

John: “Huh. Really? What’re you going to do?”

Marvel: “She’s gonna give him herpes.”

*loud silence*

John: “…What?”

Marvel: “She’s gonna give him herpes.”

John: “…okay. I thought I heard you correctly. YOU’RE GOING TO DO WHAT?!”

Marvel: *surprised by the sudden yelling* “She’s going to give him herpes- why is that so surprising?”

Ms.Foxy: “No offense, big man, but that’s not necessarily something you do just as a prank.” *Pats Marvel’s arm* “This is more getting revenge for someone hitting your dog with a car type of shit.”

John: “YES! She’s right! What did he do to you? How bad was the prank??”

Marvel: “Nothing that bad? All he did was leave a tack on my chair when we switched for monitor duty. It didn’t really do anything though except bend since it couldn’t prick me.”

John: “Okay???? Then what did he do to warrant this??” *sounds extremely distressed and confused*

Marvel: “Well, he pranked me. I’m just pranking him back.”

Ms.Foxy: “I don’t think you get what he’s trying to tell you. This isn’t really a prank, bud. It’s more like chemical warfare.”

Marvel: “Really…? I had no idea. I thought this was normal.” *sighs*

John: “Why would this be normal?”

Ms.Foxy: *ignores him* “Do you want your money back since we aren’t going to do it?”

John: “Money?”

Marvel: *also ignores him* “No, it’s fine, Ms.Foxy. Keep it.” *gives her sunny smile*

John: *takes deep breath* “Captain. Is this woman a hooker?”

Ms.Foxy: *looks over to start acknowledging him again* “I prefer the term prostitute.”

Marvel: *also starts acknowledging him again* “Yeah GL, she prefers the term prostitute. But yes, she’s a hooker.”

John: *takes a few minutes to process his words* “Captain… why is a hooker in the Watchtower?”

Marvel: “Again, prostitute. Also, she’s the one who has herpes. She was kind of needed for this entire prank to happen.”

John: “Prostitute, hooker, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that she’s a civilian. Also stop calling it a prank.”

Ms.Foxy: “He is right, you really should stop calling it that.” *nods head*

John: “Look, just get her outta here. Civilians aren’t allowed up here. Bats is gonna glare at you the same way he did to Flash when he brought someone up here.”

Marvel: “Alright alright. Noted. I won’t bring anyone else up here.” *looks over to Ms.Foxy* “Let’s head back then.”

*They leave while John is still processing everything that just went down*

[sapphicmsmarvel]

azriel: mr loverboy

angst + fluff 

“boy you keep on blowing my mind, caught up in my emotions.” 

song: mr loverboy by little mix

Azriel always treated you kindly when you were just friends. But once that mating bond snapped, oh boy that’s where everything changed. 

You didn’t think it was possible that Azriel could get sweeter than he already was but he quickly proved you wrong. 

If he knew you had a bad day, he’d show up with your favorite flowers, candy or a new book. He always held doors open for you, made you walk on the side of a street that was least hazardous. Always listened to you, held you. 

You made sure to return that in tenfold. 

Because of past relationships, you kind of expected to see your partner have wandering eyes but as long as they came home with you, you always felt like you didn’t have a right to be upset. At least, that’s what they told you. But Azriel’s eyes never strayed from yours. He hugged his family but he held you differently. As if he wanted every part of your body constantly being pressed against his. 

However, if someone randomly came up touching him, he would either flatly look at them disgusted or politely decline depending on the social situation. He didn’t like hurting other people's feelings but he knew your scent was on him as well as his whole ass wedding ring. 

You and the Inner Circle were at a party in the Summer Court. Tarquin and his newly wedded mate had thrown a lovely gathering. Tarquin even temporarily lifted the ban on Cassian. As long as he didn’t go anywhere alone. 

You were too used to seeing multiple people throw themselves on your husband. But he didn’t even look at them. He kept telling them no and they just wouldn’t listen. 

But this night, a night of love and celebration, you watched one girl just push it a bit too far. You could see your mate trying to politely turn her down and not cause a scene that would distract from the newly wedded couple. 

So you did what anyone else would do. 

Walked your sexy ass over and plopped down on his lap. Put his face in your hands and gave him a big ole kiss. You ignored the snickers from his brothers and the gasps from the girl and just focused on him. He kissed you back eagerly. His hands coming up behind your back and holding you. 

You two pulled away, he smiled, a glimmer of affection and pure warmth was sent down the bond. “What was that for?” 

You smiled, “I just wanted to.” You didn’t wanna admit it was jealousy. However, your husband wasn’t stupid. He smiled knowingly and you rolled your eyes. You turned towards the girl and she had already left. 

Satisfied, you turned towards where Azriel was facing. You saw the Inner Circle giving you shit-eating looks. You did something no one would dare do to their High Lady however you got special privilege. “Shut the fuck up.” You murmured. She threw her beautiful head back and laughed. She knew all too well how you felt about Azriel’s admirers. She felt the same about Rhysand’s. Nesta tipped her glass to you, she also knew what it was like fighting off the admirers. 

You leaned back against the warmth of your mate. A welcome contrast to the cool summer breeze on the patio. 

After a bit more dancing, Nesta and Cassian retired to bed, Rhysand and Feyre quickly following. After a quick goodbye to the happy couple, you and Azriel began a walk by the beach. 

“So do you prefer the sandy beaches or the rocky beaches of the Night Court?” Azriel asked you. 

“Honestly, I’ve always hated sand. Blegh, the herpes of nature.” You shuddered. 

He let out a loud, unguarded laugh and you found it the most beautiful sound. Usually, after a comment like that, your past partners would scold you. 

But Azriel embraces you. He held your hand even tighter. 

“But we wouldn’t be able to be barefoot in the Night Court.” He argued. “Yes, but we also don’t know what germs are touching our naked feet. I’d rather have protection. What if you step on glass in sand?” You said back. 

He gave you a pensive thought. “It seems we agree to disagree.” 

“You like the sand?” you asked softly. You’d put up with it for him. You’d put up a lot for this man.

“I don’t know what it is. It just feels nice.”

“Then we should look into a vacation rental here.” You squeezed his hand. 

“No, no you hate-”

“Hey, I hate sand but I can put up with it if it means I get to wake up to your sexy naked body in the sun.” You gave an overdramatic shiver. “Lord, they’re gonna have to put me in church for the thoughts I just had about you.” 

He let out another laugh, you wanted to preserve it in a jar and just open it to hear it. “Besides, a vacation rental would be nice. Just imagine,” You held your hand out in front of you as if to paint a scene. “A nice cabana, windows and doors wide open, curtains blowing in with the breeze. Fresh fruit and seafood waiting for us. The smell of sex and ocean water. A goddamn wet dream.” 

But when you turned your head, you just saw him gazing at you full of love. “I’m looking at the only dream I’ll ever need right now.” 

Your blush could’ve rivaled the earlier sunset. “Sap.” 

“You love it.” “More than anything.” You said, all traces of joking gone. 

You somehow were able to hold him tighter as you two continued walking 

“Thank you for earlier by the way.” You whispered. 

He looked confused, “what?”

“You didn’t entertain that random girl. I appreciated it.”

“You…you don't need to thank me for not looking at other people?” He was even more confused. “You’re my mate. My wife. You come first, always and forever, baby.” He brought your interlocked hands up to his lips to kiss your hand. 

You got a bit embarrassed.  “I’ve never been anyone's first choice, so it’s kind of crazy to me that I’m yours.” You admitted. 

His heart slowly broke that you had never had someone treat you like this. He pulled you both to a stop. “You’ll always be my number one. Even above the Night Court. Above it all.”

“I’d never ask you to put me above your job, Az.”

“I know, hence why you’re put above it.” He pulled you in to kiss your forehead. “You deserve the best, better than me, I don't know how the Mother paired-“

“Shut up,” You snapped with no real bite. “You’re wonderful Az, I’ll always tell you that.”

He conceded, “we’re perfect together.”

“Fuck yeah we are.” You said bringing him in for a kiss. 

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

I was given oral herpes by someone who didn't feel the need to disclose that they got cold sores before we had a one-time little dalliance.

I might've gone for it anyways. I'm self destructive. But I guess the lack of being able to choose whether to take the risk, it's left me feeling pretty bitter about the experience.

And I'm left feeling like a biohazard. I haven't really been able to explain to my friends yet why I'm suddenly extremely cagey about sharing my drinks and food. And all my favorite sexual activities are off the table forever. I know, dental dams, condoms, but half the fun of oral sex and making out is, you know, the taste, the heat, the absolute control. I was good at it.

It feels especially embarrassing since I'm ace and the whole reason I hooked up with the person was kind of... I don't know, fear that if I didn't, then we wouldn't be able to hang out anymore.

I'm not sure what I'm asking. Maybe, was it wrong for them not to disclose something like that? Considering how common it is? I feel obligated to disclose myself but maybe I'm just weird for that.

Thanks for doing what you do here.

Kind regards,

Asexual for Ethical Reasons Now I Guess

hi anon,

I don't often apologize for needing time to get to anons, because I really need people to have reasonable expectations about the amount of time I'm willing to commit to my inbox, but I am sorry for not getting to this one sooner. it's a topic that's very important to me, and I can tell you're dealing with a lot of hurt.

first off: I'm very sorry someone wasn't totally honest with you. that's never a good feeling, and especially in the context of sex it's a huge betrayal of trust. it's deeply unfair to you, and I hope you're able to recover from that.

having said that: you are not a biohazard. you're a person with an incredibly common virus. the World Health Organization estimates that somewhere around 80% of people worldwide have herpes (and that's a rough estimate, since they use different age ranges for HSV-1 and HSV-2). skip to the factual part of this tiktok at 00:10 seconds. herpes has been with us since before we were human; there's nothing disgusting or even unusual about having herpes.

herpes is different from most STIs in that it is lifelong, but that doesn't make you an unfuckable pariah. it makes you someone who may sometimes have open sores, and should give partners a heads up about your virus to avoid putting anyone in the same situation you're in. while you're at it, let them know that most people with herpes live asymptomatic and uncomplicated lives. many people never even know they have it!

I understand that spending the rest of your life with a viral buddy doesn't sound super fun right now, but I promise that as viruses go you can do WAY worse.

personally I've always felt the best way to get comfortable with something is to learn more about it. why not let clinical sexologist Dr. Doe talk to you about her own herpes, and how to be conscientious about minimizing the risk of sharing herpes with others?

or listen to writer Ella Dawson talk about learning to cope with the exact stigma you're currently struggling with?

or listen to Dr. Sydnee Smirl McElroy explain why herpes bears such a heavy stigma for such a mild virus in the first place?

you're not a biohazard, and neither is anyone else with an STI. that's a terrible way to think about yourself and others.

you're under no obligation to stop being sexually active if you don't want to be.

please don't feel that you have to have sex with anyone out of a sense of obligation anymore, but also please don't feel that herpes is a punishment. sickness isn't something that happens to people because they're bad or deserve, sickness happens to people because people get sick.

take care 💜

[ponderingmoonlight]

Chapter 3: Window of Opportunity

Pairing: Gojo x fem! reader

Warnings: language, Gojo being well Gojo, domestic violence, thank y'all for sharing your experience with me, it helped me so much understanding childhood trauma and made me transform it into this fic <3

Synopsis: Being the daughter of the Zenin clan made it your mission to defeat him. Him, Satoru Gojo, the honored one. Him, who makes your life a living hell. Him, who begins to get so much more than your curse...

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Romance, Hurt to Comfort

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„Oh, did you say something? I can’t understand you when you’re crying like a baby”, you purr as the eyes of the man who writhes in front of you like a little worm fill with tears of sheer fear.

Your grin grows wider and wider, satisfaction filling you to the brim. Maybe that mission isn’t so bad after all when you’re finally able to use your special abilities again.

While you are a skilled combat fighter, the director strictly forbids you to use Phobia Projection against another member of Jujutsu High since your former classmate almost hung himself because of it. You roll your eyes out of instinct.

As if it was his fault that his mind is so damn weak.

“I know he tried to kill us a few seconds ago. But don’t you think you’re going a little too harsh on him, (y/n)?”, Geto questions while manspreading the whole couch and eying you up and down.

“I’m not harsh on him. He’s seeing his own fears, I have nothing to do with that”, you defend yourself with a casual shoulder shrug.

How is it your fault that this guy acts like a baby? You let yourself sink next to Geto, watch from afar how the little bug continues to cry out in agony.

Unfortunately, your powers don’t allow you an insight into what your opponents go through. Is his worst fear a spider, a monster, or even worse…a human? Too bad there’s no way to find out since they never tell you afterwards. Maybe you’ll be able to torture it out of him. With a little bit of cutting and a whole lot of punching-

“P-please, make it stop!”, he yells out over and over.

The violent ringing of Geto’s phone rips you out of your chuckling and more than entertaining thoughts with an annoyed groan. Urgh, who the hell is interrupting that wonderful moment?

“Did you beat him already? I hope the dirty Zenin brat wasn’t in the way.”

You don’t have to look at the screen to know who’s calling, pulse rising to the rooftop. It’s him, the white-haired douchebag. Much to your liking, Geto decided it would be best if you accompany him instead of Gojo. But even if you’re not forced to be next to him physically right now, you’re still doing this mission together. Which means that he’s always there – like herpes.

“Spare your stinky breath. We were done before you decided to-“

“HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP ME!”

“Can you shut the fuck up? I’m having a serious call with a douchebag right now”, you bark at the man rolling on the floor.

“You’re an evil witch”, Gojo comments dryly on the other side of the phone.

“Evil, huh? Well, at least I’m not as dumb as-“

“Can you two just stop? We have him here as well as the vessel. I’ll send you the location. Don’t cause trouble.”

“Tell that this little-“

Oh right, the plasma vessel. You eye the girl lying opposite of you up and down, her dark hair falling into her closed eyes like a curtain. Must be rough, knowing your only reason walking on this planet is the stinging fact that a part of you will get killed within the next years.

How is she different from you, though?

You, with your family pressuring you into pouring your heart and soul into training, who never accepted you despite your heart work. You, who lost a part of herself in the process of forcing the best version of (y/n) onto you. You, who slowly but surely turned into a frightening resemblance of her family’s shadow, crossing a path she never imagined she’d land on as a kid. You sacrificed your smile, your dignity, your heart for the mission to become better than Gojo Satoru.

Aren’t you just like her?

“Hey, are you good?”

The sheer feeling of Geto’s warm hand resting against your shoulder rips you out of your daydreaming immediately.

“I’m not that Gojo weakling. You don’t need to watch over me”, you reply dryly, gifting him with the deadliest side-eye you have in store.

Well, maybe not the deadliest. That gaze is reserved for Naoya and Gojo only.

“Is there a reason apart from Satoru being a member of the Gojo clan why you hate him? I never understood what’s the deal between both of you.

You can’t help but tilt your head to the side, mind going blank for a second. Now that you think of it…Is there really a reason apart from the fact that your family taught you to hate him for your huge dislike? When you two first saw each other that one evening, he was nothing but a nice boy your age through your innocent eyes. A boy with a quite charming smile, who always had a cheeky reply in store. A boy with a strict family himself. Yes, you actually had a lot in common. And to some point, you began to like him in the few minutes you talked to each other.

Until you came back home and realized who exactly you were talking to.

“You did what?”, your father hissed through gritted teeth. 

Another ruthless slap. Blood spilled to the ground, discoloured everything around you crimson. Eyes widen and teary, lips trembling when his flat palm crushed into your face again.

Over and over.

Again and again.

Until you weren’t able to feel your face anymore, eyes so swollen that your vision faded.

“Let me remind you of wrong little thing.”

He grabbed you by the hair Gojo complimented just a few minutes ago roughly and yanked you into the air.

“You are nothing, the biggest disappointment in my whole life. If it was for me, you’d be dead already. But because of your other lousy family members, you get the chance to surpass that Gojo brat. And you?”

Another slap, your feet tangled in the air like a wind chime.

“You actually befriend him. You disgust me, (y/n). And you always will. You’ll never bring honor to your family.”

“He’s himself, that’s enough”, you press out.

“What do we have here, dreaming about me, (y/n)?”

Speaking of the devil. Before you’re even able to accept his existence in the same room, he stands in front of you and grins you down.

That fucker, the reason for your suffering, for the fact that your family doesn’t accept you…

Your hand reacts faster than the rest of your body. A ruthless slap sends Satoru Gojo straight back to reality, echoes through the room without mercy. Your palm begins to burn like hell while your uneven breath hangs in the thick air between both of you.

“What was that, huh?”

He roams closer, his redden skin showing your act of violence way too clearly.

“Who the hell do you think you are, little bitch?”

Your throat begins to tighten uncomfortably, the veins in your arms throbbing in an all too familiar way.

Hatred. You feel nothing but hatred.

“You’d deserve even more than that, asshole”, you bite back.

He’s so close that you’re able to sense the heat radiating from his body and how his breath wanders over your face. You feel like burning alive, so unusual aroused that it’s hard to keep a straight face. Did he always look at you with his lips slightly parted, his eyes glowing like they normally do in serious fights? You are trapped between both of his arms, roasted by his heat, defeated by the way he looks down at you without saying another word.

What is that? And most importantly, do you want it to stop?

You can’t decide for yourself. In the split of a second you find yourself surrounded by broken glass, free fall down from the 15th floor.

Fuck, who’s responsible for this? Did Gojo go this far, would he actually throw you out of a skyscraper just to get rid of you? He might be the biggest asshole walking on this planet, but he’d never do something so damn basic. No, it has to be someone who is chasing after the star plasma vessel, someone who kept an eye on you this entire time.

Well, who’s responsible for this mess isn’t your biggest problem. At the moment, you are on your rapid way to crash into the ground, your guts feeling as if they’ll spill out of your mouth any given minute. And even though you’re able to inhibit the impact, this will still hurt like hell.

Do you have another way out of here, though? Getting hurt is better than crying for anyone’s help, after all. You close your eyes, embrace yourself for multiple broken bones and a wave of pain as soon as you hit the ground.

But it never happens.

“Aren’t so brave anymore, huh? If you only had told me that I would have to throw you out of a sky-high window to get you to shut up, brat.”

Just to let y'all know, I'm still over here giggling like an idiot over the title of that chapter hehehehe

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[bambi-slxt]

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𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕠 𝕩 𝕗𝕖𝕞

word count: 1.3k

genres/tropes: romance, dealer!chris, sturniolo au, slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers

teaser: here

pt. one: here / pt. two: here

warnings: drug usage, alcohol consumption, guns mentioned and used (non-sexual context), smut, mature themes and topics

notes from bambi: this is a multi-part series, and updates will be sporadic.

Christopher's POV:

Nicolas called me for the fourth time in a row. Picking up with a sigh, I barely managed to get three words out before he began his royal tirade. “You handed four thousand dollars to a perfect stranger, Christopher. How does that fucking constitute ‘laying low’? She’s going to tell every single person she knows, and where will that leave us?”

“Death row, probably,” I deadpanned, nosing through a bowl of sweets with my finger. “Do you like dark chocolate?”

“I may seriously kill you and hang your body parts off the ‘HOLLYWOOD’ sign. Why do I have to find out these things from the finance department asking me if “we were sure we wanted to make that kind of deposit”? The device in your hand is incredibly useful for all sorts of almost-instantaneous communication across any distance, and I’ll have you know-”

“We should order a pizza for the office tomorrow. You think they’re pepperoni people?”

He answered after a long-suffering sigh. “Of course they’re peperoni people, Christopher.”

“Perfect. Thank you, Nicolas,” I hummed, grateful for more than just his crowd-sourced opinions.

“I’m taking an Advil and several melatonin,” he snarled at me. “Goodnight.”

A black sedan slowed to a stop at the curb outside as my eldest brother so graciously hung up on me. A quick glance at my phone revealed both the time (3:22am) and an email containing this week’s shipping manifest–Matthew can give it a once-over on the way.

Returning the doorman’s nod, I stepped out of the hotel lobby, through a warm, moon-filled breeze, and into the backseat of the unassuming vehicle.

“Did you get the-”

“Yes,” I said, handing my device to Matthew, who lounged in the seat opposite mine. 

“...Hong Kong is in error,” he murmured. I nodded absentmindedly, letting him work through the tables. Matthew had his methods and so far, he’d never once led us astray. The minutes passed in silence as Los Angeles melted around us, cars and shadowed palm trees and people drifting by at 45+ miles an hour.

“Why were you at the hotel?” he asked after a while.

“Met someone,” I replied evenly.

“You gonna meet her again?”

“Unlikely.”

“If you get herpes because you can’t keep it in your pants,” Matthew said, never once looking up from the manifest, “I will point and laugh.”

Our driver chuckled up front.

“What is this, amateur hour?” I snarked.

“How was she, sir?” our driver asked with a glance in the rearview mirror.

My thoughts settled on the woman from the night before, and the evening we’d shared.

“Oh, Owen, faster, faster!” she squealed, jutting her ass into my pelvis. I regretted giving her my middle name in the name of safety and secrecy–who the fuck can seriously scream ‘Owen’ during sex? Then I remembered I was having sex, which usually is a two-person affair, and I should probably focus, but I shouldn’t have worried–she was done. I waited politely for her body to finish twitching before I lowered myself onto the mattress. “That was so…oh god…” she panted.

“Thank you,” I said, granting her a half-smile. 

“You mind if I shower?”

“Go right ahead.”

As the water wished down the drain, muffled through the bathroom door, I stared at the ceiling. What was wrong with me? Normally I enjoyed sex quite a bit–the animal nature of it, base human desires brought to the surface, expression of self and pleasure through the movement of the body–but it seemed I’d outgrown such things. Outgrown may not have been the right word. I felt confused and exhausted.

As I drifted asleep, I wondered briefly about the bottle girl from the nightclub. I hoped Miss Cassie made it home alright.

“A gentleman never tells,” I replied. 

Matthew handed my phone back to me. “We’ll need to call Lee tomorrow about the reports issue but otherwise we’re good for this week. Not a lot of product coming in anyway, most is export and that’s on Nicolas.”

I glanced at him, mouth tilted. “You worry about you. I’ll worry about Nicolas.”

The car slowed to a halt in front of the estate, and I stepped out with a sigh. “Thank you sir,” I said to the driver, who nodded back at me.

“We’ll be just a minute.”

Matthew followed me up the drive to the front steps. “Why’d you pay that girl so much?”

“Hm?”

“The girl from last night, Callie? Camryn? Cornucopia?”

“Cassandra,” I chuckled. “And I haven’t paid her yet.”

Matthew closed the heavy oak door behind us. “That’s not what Nicolas said.”

Word sure travels fast around here, I thought with a scowl. “Would you two please quit gossipping? It’s annoying.”

“You can be annoyed, I just want to know what warranted four thousand dollars.” Matthew took a cigarette from his pocket, fishing around for his lighter. “That’s a hell of a bathroom blowjob.”

Music thumped through the ornate–and frankly ostentatious–house. Wonder why nobody’s downstairs. “It wasn’t a blowjob. We just talked, you dickhead.”

Matthew snorted and lit his cigarette. “Whatever you say, Christopher.”

A man rounded the nearest corner, his eyes a dull red and his nose powdery white. “Heyyy, pretty boy,” he slurred.

“Dennis Johnson?” Matthew asked conversationally, letting his cigarette hang from his lips and dropping a hand into his coat pocket.

“Thas’ me, alright…Who’s askin’?”

Matthew whipped out his pistol and shot the man where he stood, watching him fall to a heap on the now-blood-spattered marble floor.

“So messy,” I sighed, retrieving my own handgun and making my way up the stairs. “Let’s make this quick please, I’d rather not bother our brothers-in-blue.”

“Really?” my brother said with a wry, blood-freckled smile. “Simple favor for the local sheriff, huh?”

I returned his grin. “Something like that. Let’s light the place.”

Cassandra's POV:

“-a violent shooting earlier this morning, estimated to have occurred between three and four a.m. raises questions in the minds of many-” The newswoman droned on as I ate my cereal, curled tightly underneath my mom’s blanket. 

“Cass, honey?”

“Yes ma’am,” I called.

“Can I come in?”

Putting my bowl down on the nightstand, I clicked the tv off. “Sure.”

My mom fit the worrying mother trope to a T, so her concern about my job at the nightclub shocked me very little. Still, I let her sit on my bed and ramble–something about it soothed her, I think. 

“-and I just worry because, you know, there’s a lot that goes on in those kinds of establishments, and I-”

“I know, Mom,” I said. I put my hand on her arm and took a deep breath. “But…I got a massive tip last night.”

She tilted her head questioningly. “How much?”

“A little over four thousand dollars, Mom.”

She choked and clutched her chest. “What the heck?”

I broke out into a laugh. “Mom!” She never used such language!

“What…How…”

I told her everything–Christopher, the drink, the bathroom–and after a long moment of quiet, she nodded. “You keep yourself safe, Cassandra.”

“I will Mom. But hey! We don’t need to worry about bills this month!”

She tutted and shook her head as she tucked her blanket underneath my toes. “You should save it, baby. Invest in something, let it grow.”

“Or,” I replied, taking another bite of my soggy cereal, “We can go get our nails done and afford name-brand groceries.”

My mom smiled from the doorway. “Put it in the bank and we can talk about it later, okay?”

Giving her my best salute, I drank the rest of my breakfast-dinner amalgamation meal and slid underneath my covers and her blanket. The one-bedroom apartment we shared didn’t boast much in the way of comfort, but we got by. The money from Christopher was genuinely life-changing, and I wanted to find a way to let him know. Would he even care though? You know how those rich people behave…money is nothing to them. I refused to believe in a world where four thousand dollars wasn’t a lot to a person and did my best to catch some sleep. 

City lights pulsed slowly through my threadbare curtains as sirens echoed through the streets and cars honked. Planes flew overhead, carrying hundreds of people to thousands of places, and the subway hummed far below. I finally fell asleep, though I couldn’t help but wonder if that money really meant nothing to Christopher.

notes from bambi: pls let me know if you guys like this concept! mwah

taglist: @pinksturniolo @st7rnioioss @cindylcuwho @slutsformatt @st7rnioioss @slutsformatt 

[hyunjinsbelovedamericano]

Skz when your sad

fluff as usual

not proof read

Bangchan

he would try cheer you up with his horrible jokes,"Why are elevator jokes so good?"you just stare at him,"Because they work on so many levels"He enjoying the jokes more than you are,it seems like he's cheering himself up at this point,but after that he would comfort you on what your dealing with

Lee know

He would ask you what's wrong and try to solve the problem,"What's the matter?",if its over something stupid he's done,"I have no more haribo's😭","Seriously?"he says while rolling his eyes,"Yes!My haribos are gone" in my opinion that's a valid reason to be upset 🤷‍♀️

Changbin

He would be confused,"How could you be sad when you have a hottie boyfriend like me 😝",he would be serious and unintentionally make you laugh,"You don't see someone this hot on the side of the road,If i was an adopt me pet I would be Legendary","In Fact i would be above Legendary"

Hyunjin

He would try do things he hates to cheer you up,for example he may hate when you do his makeup,but he would let you do just to cheer you up,"I look like a clown-i mean i look beautiful",it's pure torture for him but your enjoying it and that's all that matters

Han

He would ask you why then admit stuff you didn't know he did,"Is it because i broke your iPad?","WHAT","Wait you didn't know-i mean i didn't break your ipad i don't even know that you had one",he tries to explain himself but fails terribly He somehow manages to make you more upset than you already are,

Felix

He would be so sweet😭,he would beg you to not be sad,he would be like"Stop don't cry because if your gonna cry im gonna cry",You guys would end up crying together,on other occasions..he would do his best to make you happy,he would push everything aside just for you

Seungmin

He would be the reason why your crying,he just doesn't know it.He wouldn't know what to say😭,"I'm mad at you","Okay","Your now gonna ask why?","Why would i ask that?",he'll try to be helpful might end up laughing at you,but eventually he will comfort you

Jeongin

I feel like he would say,"It is what it is",or,"Could be way worse",he'll see you crying and ask why when you tell the reason he'll say something that has nothing to do with your problem,"could of been way worse","How?","You could've got herpes"

Sorry for not posting for a while

i should probably get a posting schedule

do any of you have any request(fluff)

[thesuperiorgenshinaddict]

Angel Dust N$FW Alphabet

AN: i was trying to see what other ppl write abt angel dust for motivation or something but there's like almost nothing. am i crazy??? i found a singular ns//fw alphabet about him. someone please write about him thanks xoxo also for these i'm assuming that you're in a relationship w/ him or at least really friendly fuckbuddies Pairing: Angel Dust x GN! Reader Warnings: Sexual content, Switch! Angel Dust, Valentino mentioned, Self-Hatred, idk it's mainly just sweet nasty fluffy bullshit. actually disgustingly sweet blergh

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) His job revolves around sex. He's done this tons of times, makes sure you're feeling okay and gets you drinks and snacks and whatever you need. Takes a bath with you afterwards and if you're feeling too tired to get up, he'll just carry you over and clean you up and tucks you into bed afterwards. Forehead kisses, woo!

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Despite him constantly flexing about how attractive he is, I feel like he probably feels disgusted at himself sometimes. Thinks that he's just an object of sexual attraction after a long day at work. Make sure you tell him about how lovely he is. I'm highkey trying to think of a single horny thing to put in here to make him seem less depressed but I can't think of anything. Uhhh, fuck.

He loves every part of you, so I can't really think of anything in particular. Likes holding the area between your hips and waist for support or holding you under him, whatever your preference is. He's versatile.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) The dude's done so many things with cum. Would swallow it and loves seeing it all over your or his body. This was more of a brain rot thought, but I randomly thought about how he's a spider. Hear me out. His cum's like the fucking spider web material but in a more watery form. It's a bit hard to wash out and gets abso-fucking-lutely everywhere. Tastes relatively basic, but the texture makes it a bit strange. Great, just wait until future jobs pull this up and ask me if I'm attracted to spiders. I'm cooked.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) For a second I was just going to type STD with a shit ton of exclamation marks, but we can go hope that Valentino's stars are tested. I really don't think Angel Dust has a lot of 'dirty secrets' considering how his job makes him do a lot of different things.

This is like the second time I've pulled this exact thing where I turn this into a completely non-dirty secret but he loves soft sex. Is this because every character I write presents as a blatantly horny fuckwad? Gee, I might have to switch it up soon with a less horny person. Or demon. Whatever.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) We already knew what was going to be written here. He's seen and done everything. Even though his job requires him to exaggerate moaning and whatever, he knows what feels good and what's not sexy. He would catch on to where you're the most sensitive and target that.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) He doesn't have a favorite one, but he enjoys the ones where he can see your face so he can lean close and give you a little peck on the lips. Angel's main priority is to make sure you're feeling good, so if you're wanting it to be a bit more rough, he's down for doggy style or whatever kinky shit ya throw at him. I'm resisting the urge to just say 'ya' instead of you for the rest of this thing. Fuck, his talking style is worming it's way into my daily conversations too. It's infectious (like the herpes he probably has. I'm sorry the opportunity was just too perfect LMFAO)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Leaning more on the joking side. He'll say like twenty sex jokes per round, minimum. I don't even think I'm exaggerating there considering how majority of his script in the show was literally just innuendos. If you're feeling upset, he'd make sure to tone the jokes down and be a bit more romantic and everything. None of the jokes are degrading though, they're always on the lighter side since he knows how vulnerable sex is. There's this drabble I really want to put in but it's way more AMAB! leaning, maybe I'll write a little thing about him later on a separate post. (most subtle self-promotion /s)

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) I'm thinking rather completely clean or trimmed. Since his job needs him to look good, he always makes sure he's in good condition. It's pretty much the same shade as his hair with maybe a slight pink tinge to it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Hope ya read the AN part because I'm assuming you're close to him. In that case, he's pretty romantic about it. Tells you how good you're doing and peppers your face with kisses. Overloads you with compliments.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Honestly, he's exhausted from work so he never really has a reason to masturbate (unless Valentino has it in one of his scripts). Usually just flops down into his bed and cuddles with Fat Nuggets. Although, he'd find some mutual masturbation attractive. If he accidentally walks in on you masturbating to him, he'd totally tease you about it. Maybe. I don't even know at this point. I think my brain's dissecting itself

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Bondage (Giving or receiving), Body Worship (Giving or receiving), damn this shit is mild asf I'm trying to think of literally anything else and I can't uhhhhhh... Idk oral probably

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) He'd probably prefer somewhere more private. I don't think he'd completely be against public/semi-public sex, but it's more of the fact that he's famous and would rather get paid for giving people a show. Horniness aside though, I think he would rather just be in a cozy place to fuck.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) This one's kinda random but I feel like he'd be super into it if you showed off one of your talents. It doesn't even have to be physical, but like if you did some shit like idk math or something (please not math) he'd call you some flirty ass nickname mildly related to the subject at hand and do some dirty talking.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) He'd definitely get fucking flaccid if you're anything like Valentino. That being if you force him into a situation where he has no control whatsoever or if you're too harsh with him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Due to his occupation, he does giving way more often since he's pushed into a power bottom role. He rarely gets blowjobs, so he'd definitely enjoy it a ton, especially if it's more of a soft, romantic mood. His skill for giving is a 9.5-10/10 since he's been doing this shit for decades.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Oh my god. If I have to write 'oh yeah his job makes him do yadadada buuuuutttt' ONE MORE FUCKING TIME I'm actually going to start bawling my eyes out. I feel like if you've read this far and intended on reading with one hand, you're probably bored out of your mind already. I'm so sorry Buuutttt youuu guessseddd it. Enjoys both, likes slow a lot too cuz he doesn't get intimate stuff often yap yap yap uhghghghghghh im so sorry dude this must be so boring to read i'm sorry reader

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Quickies are pretty convenient for him, since Valentino makes him work often so he doesn't mind a quick sesh before heading off to work. If for whatever reason he has a break (or he magically quits his job), I think he'd probably prefer taking his time, but if he's in a rush or there's something he needs to do, he'll find a random secluded area for a quickie. I read that as quiche.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) If you can find something he never did before, then yeah, totes. Can't believe I said totes in 2024. Fuck. Anyway, there's no way it's that different from what he's done before because it really just boils down to 'idk just gotta get jizz', which is his talent.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) He's used to taking long ass night shifts so he can go for a ton. I think he'd just go for 3~ when he has time, I don't think he's that desperate to fuck outside of work because he's probably pretty drained already. Thinking of that in the literal sense is lowkey nasty

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Owns a good bunch because he probably gets gifts from fans which end up just being dildos and vibrators and ass plugs or something. Like I said in the masturbation one, I don't think he really needs to use them that often, but he might use a dildo every now and then. He'd probably bring them out occasionally when having sex.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) I feel like he's teasing throughout the day since all he's apparently fluent in horndog language and only communicates in sex jokes. Slander aside, during the actual sex sesh whenever that is, I think he wouldn't do edging for that long and just skip the foreplay.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) When recording, he heavily exaggerates his moaning and it probably became a habit. Good luck with trying to be subtle because his voice alone could probably blow some poor kid's ears up.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Dogshit at playing Uno. Wow I'm so creative. Who could've thought of Uno when they read wild card! Haha. Haha. Hah. Ha. Fuck, I'm so shit at writing. Who let me have a computer again?

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Y'know, when you look at him, I don't think your first though is 'big dick energy'. When he was alive, I think it'd probably have been 5-5.5 inches. Definitely very slim with a rosy pink at the tip. I know he's 8 ft, but I still don't get big dick energy so I'm just gonna go with 6-7 and call it a day.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Probably still very high despite getting fucked constantly, but if you're not feeling sexual, I don't think he'd try to push it too far. Unless you're looking for angst or toxic headcanons, then push that shit to max. Delicious, painful angst. Yum! That's mainly prior to episode 4 though, since they speedran his entire fucking arc and ended it in like 2 episodes. Thanks pacing, I really appreciate it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) He doesn't fall asleep easily for a variety of reasons, so he'd scroll on his phone for a bit or something before sleeping with you if he trusts you enough. AN: well that was dogshit thanks i hated it /jk but maybe I just have beef with 'wholesome' things. imo this is probably the type of bullshit they say when 'anthony' and 'angel dust' are different because this was definitely anthony or whatever then. man i gotta make this shit more horny next time, think i'll do val or blitzo or verosika or idk someone who's horny. like and follow for more banger content guys boom (seriously though i feel like this was super lame i'm sorry)

[ladyofthe-lake]

"And That’s a Good Thing" — a #suptober24 ficlet

Day 3: Royalty

When Bobby calls with news not of Lucifer, the archangels, or anything apocalypse-related, but instead to tell Sam that he’s got some mail for him, Sam’s confused. “How’d someone get your address?” he asks. He wouldn’t have even thought Bobby would have a mailbox, he tries to live so off the grid.

“How should I know, boy?” Bobby grouses back. “Come collect, I’m not a PO Box.”

So Sam and Dean make their way up to Bobby’s, not needing much convincing to do so, considering they feel more comfortable at his house than just about anywhere else. On the way, they argue about who will get the guest bed and who will suck it up and stay on the couch; Dean reminds him that the last time he slept on Bobby’s couch he woke up with an earful of angel, but Sam shoots back that this could’ve happened anywhere, that it has happened anywhere, Cas’s habit of appearing to watch Dean sleep becoming somewhat of a running joke for Sam and a pain in Dean’s ass.

Bobby’s knee-deep in research when they arrive, tired and bickering after the car ride, so Dean goes to raid his fridge while Sam heads to Bobby’s desk to pick up the envelope that is, indeed, addressed to him with typed lettering and a return address in Hollywood.

He slides it open with some hesitation, and Bobby gruffly chastises him, saying, “It ain’t Anthrax, Sam, just open it.”

Inside is a check for a whopping zero dollars and four cents, pay to the order of SAM WINCHESTER from THE TRX AGENCY, INC. He stares at it for a moment before Bobby grabs it from him, impatient to find out what it is.

“What the hell?” he asks in confusion, lifting it up to the lamp to peer through the paper as if it would contain some secret message.

“What is it?” Dean asks around a mouth full of food, a sandwich balanced on a plate in his hand.

“It’s a check. For four cents.” Sam’s unamused, tired.

“Well it’s about time we start getting paid out,” Dean says, coming over to snatch the check in turn from Bobby and looking at it. “The TRX Agency? The fuck is that?”

Sam takes the envelope and pulls from it another, much smaller, piece of paper. This one is handwritten. It says: Thanks for showing the world that it’s okay to have genital herpes.

“Gabriel.” Sam growls the name. But what is this, why would there be a check for a commercial that wasn’t real, something that aired only in the fake world that Gabriel had created as part of some ploy to get Sam and Dean to say yes to their respective roles?

“The fuck?” Dean peers at the paper over Sam’s shoulder and then, nearly dropping his plate in excitement, high-tails it to Bobby’s computer. It’s not just a check; it’s a royalty check. Which means…

It’s all slowly dawning on Sam as Dean finds the results he’s looking for. A blurry shot of a woman doing yoga in front of a lake starts to play and Dean rushes over to bring the laptop to Bobby.

Dean impatiently scrubs the video forward a bit to Sam’s part, and then there he is, on YouTube, in a commercial that declares it’s been airing for several months now: “I’ve got genital herpes,” says Sam on screen.

Dean and Bobby erupt into laughter, and for the rest of the evening, they take turns telling each other that Sam is doing his part to lessen the spread of genital herpes, to which the other responds with a wide grin and says, “And that’s a good thing.”

[immortaladrien]

Omg the snippet of the comatose hero was so angsty that I loved it!!, Sorry to bother you again but I was wondering if you could do a part 2 (only if you want, no pressure at all ^^”)

awww thank you so much!! you’re too sweet! and you’re absolutely not bothering me with writing requests lol these have been making my day ☕️💕

part one is here | can be read as a stand-alone

tws: injury, murder, hospitals, blood, panic attacks, and INSANE amounts of angst

The first thing Hero noticed was the burning in their back.

Okay, everything burned, but the the burning on their back was like hellfire itself. A scream bubbled up in their throat and they immediately bit their lip, metallic blood flooding their mouth and drawing out a cough.

There was beeping by their bedside, increasingly fast in pace. That sound triggered noise in the doorway, then a rush of footsteps and voices that all sounded unfamiliar and far too loud.

Hero covered their ears with a pillow, pressed their head to the mattress, and choked back tears. Everything went to black again.

–

The next time Hero awoke, there was an odd, heavy haze over them, like moving through water. They tried to glance around the room, but their eyelids felt too heavy. The beeping remained steady.

This time, there was another noise.

Someone was crying.

“I don’t know how to live without you.”

They tried to open their eyes, but sleep pulled them to nothingness again.

–

Hero was awake again, their body was still too weighted to move. Their eyes were unopenable.

“I killed them.”

That same voice again. Hero fought to listen. To stay awake.

“Someone snitched. I knew they would, eventually. Not that it was that hard to find out, anyways.”

Who were they talking about?

“The audacity of some minor league criminal setting up a trap like that. Who the hell blows up a whole building just to get to you? What were they hoping to accomplish?”

That’s right, there was an explosion. It all seemed fuzzy now.

“I’m… They confirmed no one else was hurt. I didn’t really care, but I figure you would.”

You sound hurt.

“I miss you.”

I miss you too.

–

As Hero woke up once more, their eyes opened a sliver and it felt like the light was piercing them from every angle. They let out a strained cry, shutting them tightly to no relief.

The monitor beeped louder, unfamiliar voices returned, but this time, Herp managed a word.

“Villain,” they rasped, voice scratchy with disuse.

Sleep’s embrace was warm and thoughtless.

– ☕️ –

This was Villains eighth visit since Monday.

(Yes, it was only Wednesday. Unimportant, really.)

The doctors called and told them Hero had been awake. So it was 3am, what did it matter? They’d arrived within minutes, the doctors leaving them alone as they walked into the room.

Villain sat down quietly at the chair that hadn’t left it’s position since a week ago when this whole nightmare hard started.

Beep…. beep…. beep…

They glanced at Hero’s heart-rate monitor. Steady. Oxygen levels much higher than earlier today. They sighed quietly, looking back at their counterparts’ sleeping face.

At least they look peaceful like this.

Like Villain had done all the nights before, they reached forward and laced their fingers gingerly together with a yawn.

They’d stay for a couple of hours.

Their eyes fluttered shut, leaning back in their chair a bit.

“V’llan?”

Immediately, their eye were open, staring at their bedridden rival who peered back, semi-conscious. They started moving to reach toward Villain, who was immediately up and inches away from them.

“Shit, hero, stay still–”

“Why’re you… You came?”

The breathless sound of a heart breaking. “Of course I came.”

Hero stared at them, eyes cloudy. “Why?”

Now that was the million dollar question.

At a moments silence, the crimefighter shook their head pleadingly. “Don’t stop talking. I’m so sleepy, pl’se keep talking. Don’t have to tell me. Just talk. So much easier to be awake when you talk…”

Villain sputtered. “You- Ah. Well. I’m here because…”

“You heard me call out?”

“You… asked for me?”

Hero nodded, looking off at the ceiling.

“Why did you ask for me?”

“Didn’t have anybody else to ask for.”

Another blow to the gut, this time leaving Villain to wince. “No, I didn’t come because you asked. I would’ve, if I’d known.”

“So?”

“I… You’d have done the same for me.”

A quiet chuckle. “Tha’s not it. You’re lyin’. Your ears go red when you’re lyin’.”

That was new. Villain flushed. “They what?”

“C’monn… You know my tells by now too. You gotta.”

“I most certainly do not– how long have you known that for?”

“Last Feburary.”

“You didn’t say anything?”

“Nope…” With a pop on the ‘O’.

“Why not?”

“I asked the first question!”

“You said I didn’t have to answer it,” Villian replied curtly.

“I was lyin’. You answer first. Why’d you come?”

“I…” They sighed, looking off to the side. What the hell, like they’re gonna remember this anyways? “I love you.”

For the first time since Hero woke up, there was a full moments silence. They stared, blinking furiously, and exhaled in a shaky noise.

A… laugh?

Villain stared, feeling their face heat up in humiliation. That was a laugh. They were laughing!

“Fuck, Hero, you could’ve just said–”

“I didn’t tell you about your ears turning red because it’s so goddamn cute!”

Villain froze, mouth falling slightly agape. “You..?”

“I thought it was cute, and I didn’t wanna tease you over it because I thought maybe I’d slip up and tell you how much I love it! Love you! Oops, look, I just did,” Hero giggled, then contentedly yawned and started to close their eyes.

Their counterpart scrambled. “Don’t just go back to sleep!”

“Can’t go back to sleep, I’m already ‘sleep. This can’t be anything but a good dream.”

“Hero–“

“G’night, Villain.”

Just like that, their breathing leveled out and a quiet snore echoed through the room. Villain stood once again in silence, mind reeling. They flexed their hand once, twice. Pinched themselves.

Ow.

So they weren’t asleep either.

Dazed, they walked back to their beside seat and sat. Stared at the ceiling. Glanced at their counterpart. This time, a small fond smile formed on their lips.

God, I hope they remember this in the morning.

[somethingpositive4positivepeople]

SPFPP 290: Playful Disclosures

My co-worker, Savannah and I do a mock disclosure playing around with the STARS Talk you hear me reference so often (www.maketimeforthetalk.com). The way we connected for this conversation stemmed from my own confidence expressing the aspects of my identity that came after my herpes diagnosis. The “Life is about what happens THROUGH you, not TO you” is essentially what I live by. You see that demonstrated throughout this episode as well. We talk about the usefulness of disclosing to “high risk” people and discuss the benefits that come from that helping us disclose to potentially sexual partners.

[supergirl000983]

Prompt List

1. “For gods sake, guys! We’re NOT dating”

2. “You’re still the same guy I fell in love with”

3. “Gotcha!”

4. “Why would you prank me with something like that?!”

5. “There’s no way in hell I’m doing that”

6. “I literally don’t know how someone can be that stupid”

7. “Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies”

8. “What are you doing to me?”

9. “I’m not gonna lie, I’m really turned on by that”

10. “Give me my phone back!”

11. “YOU knew how important this was for me!”

12. “Oh shut the fuck up”

13. “You’re the one that labeled this as ‘just fun’ so I don’t own you shit”

14. “Don’t play with me, because you’re gonna lose”

15. “Forget it, you’re not even worth it”

16. “Say that one more time and you’re done”

17. “I’m no one’s property”

18. “I have a child?”

19. “I’m done with this bullshit”

20. “Why? Why did you leave?”

21. “How could you hide something like that from me!”

22. “I panicked, okay?!’

23. “I can’t believe I’m sitting in a mall jail with you of all people”

24. “Now you wanna talk? Well fuck you”

25. “How did this happened?”

26. “Just one drink”

27. “Hello? We’re in the middle of something”

28. “Oh how cute! You actually think I give a fuck”

29. “Mess with me and you’ll regret being born”

30. “I don’t fuck around”

31. “Let’s see if you can keep up”

32. “This means nothing”

33. “There’s the door. Feel free to get the fuck out”

34. “Put that down”

35. “Don’t do it, please”

36. “I’m not the same, I’m different”

37. “Nobody cares about me anymore, so why should I keep trying?”

38. “Listen to me, okay? We’re getting out of here, together”

39. “This is so stupid”

40. And yet, you’re still here”

41. “You think this is a joke? This is my life!”

42. “So this was all a lie?”

43. “We have nothing to talk about”

44. “Are you going to tell him?”

45. “Is better off this way”

46. “Hold up, you what?”

47. “You���re the worst roommate”

48. “Why are you fucking a stranger in my bed?!”

49. “Please go get herpes as far as you can from this house”

50. “Be my guest”

51. “I can do whatever I want, we’re not dating, remember?”

52. “You wanna get food at 2 am?”

53. “I will always protect you”

54. “You moved on, so did I”

55. “You’re not the same”

56. “Yeah, well, people change”

57. “You had no right to do that!”

58. “Why do you always convince me of doing the stupidest shit”

59. “How is it that you're so stupid and so hot at the same time?”

60. “Call 911”

61. “This is the last time I’m letting you in my house”

62. “It was an accident!”

63. “You almost burn my house down!”

64. “I can’t keep doing this”

65. “Just be honest with me!”

66. I’m not gonna be here when she breaks your heart"

67. “Just one more night”

68. “Is this how it all ends?”

69. “You’re here!”

70. “I wanna go home”

71. “I’m not letting you go and we both know that you don’t want me to either”

72. “Keep talking all you want but you can’t deny that you want me as much as I want you”

73. “You broke my nose!”

74. “As if you were a fucking angel”

75. “Don’t make me laugh”

76. “Yeah… I don’t do relationships”

77. “Let’s face it! I’m just one of your many booty calls!”

78. “You’re nothing like them

79. “Did I actually mean something to you, ever?”

80. “I’m starting to think I’m actually going to hell”

[mlobsters]

supernatural s11e13 love hurts (w. eric charmelo, nicole snyder)

STACY Ew, I can taste her mom lipstick…you’re telling her tonight, right?

rude, stacy :P

SAM Is that a hickey? DEAN And? It was Valentine’s Day. I can’t help it if I’m a hopeless romantic. SAM You got half of that right. DEAN Just doing my civic duty. Helping all the single ladies. You know the best thing about February 14th. You don’t have to be Mr. Right, just Mr. Right Now. SAM That’s classy. DEAN Yeah and what’d you do, judgy? Curl up in your Snuggie, watch '50 Shades' on cable?

cuz every girl crazy bout sharp dressed man men

*squints* what is that fake domain, danharper.search for the knockoff facebook page. and we got an untitled folder, not quite untitled 1 and 2 but i'll take it :p

always with the full kitchenette and vintage appliances. and bringing back the ridiculous little separators. tires!

DEAN I need a beer, regroup, maybe get lucky. SAM Didn’t you just get lucky? DEAN That was in Kansas. What do you say? You with me? Ready to go scrape a few hearts off the bar room floor? SAM I think I’ll pass. I’m gonna go hit the lore, but you go be you. DEAN Suit yourself.

dean's feelin his oats again apparently! feels like he had some seasons there where far as we knew he wasn't ever getting laid

laughing at the wife shoving these witchy items down the garbage disposal. one way to get rid of things i guess? not so good for the plumbing though

hey they named a motel after me personally

DEAN Hey. Any luck? SAM No. You? DEAN Nah. Hey what’s a…uh…dad bod?

please. (reminder that all bodies are good bodies)

MELISSA All I had to do was chant it and seal it with a kiss.

oh i see. it was plot-relevant mom lipstick.

SAM So the curse is transmittable? DEAN Like a magic STD. Okay that works. Kinda makes you nostalgic for good old fashioned herpes.

this is very fic-ish. LOL and of course dean kisses the lady to take the curse on. clearly he should hot potato it over to sam at some point but we know that's not gonna happen :p

baby lookin pretty in all those pink highlights

DEAN I’d say that went pretty well. What do you think? SAM Wait. Are you serious? You think it’s a great idea to give yourself a fatal curse? DEAN Well, target's off her back ain’t it? SAM I’m just saying. You don’t have to do this. Be the guinea pig. DEAN What? SAM Be the martyr. Try to carry the weight by yourself. Do this. DEAN I’m gonna be fine, okay? And as long as I’m good, she’s good and that’s the important thing. Besides. It proved our theory didn’t it? That this whole kiss of death thing is transmittable. I mean, I’m not asking for the Nobel here, but thank you.

both reasonable to do and also his martyr tendencies are well documented :p but even if he died, wouldn't it just go back to her? moo point, as they say?

SAM I guess. Here we go. Someone chants a curse, lays a wet one on you, then the victim is seduced and killed by the Qareen, but instead of taking the form of Barbara Eden, the present themselves as your deepest, darkest desire.

oh great. so we're gonna see amara then. very convenient of this witch to leave post-it notes with all the details on their monster including how to kill it

okay, that was adorable. so happy to win for once, didn't even care to claim the prize

AMARA You’re a mystery. I can see inside your heart. Feel the love you feel. Except it’s cloaked in shame. When it comes to this, you can’t help yourself, so why fight it. Just give in.

i mean it's just funny because we did kind of do this already in 4x14 sex and violence with the siren.

from s4e14 SAM Yeah. You see, sirens can read minds. They see what you want most and then they can kinda, like, cloak themselves. You know, like an illusion. -- MUNROE Dean's all mine. SAM You poisoned him. MUNROE No. I gave him what he needed. And it wasn't some bitch in a G-string. It was you. A little brother that looked up to him, that he could trust. And now he loves me. He'd do anything for me. And I gotta tell you, Sam, that kind of devotion? I mean, watching someone kill for you? It's the best feeling in the world. SAM Is that why you're slutting all over town? MUNROE Ahh. I get bored, like we all do. And I wanna fall in love again. And again...and again.

have to do some mental gymnastics to not understand that as wincest, i think. still hard to wrap my head around that making it to the screen. anyway. dean wants to bang amara, let's get to it

DEAN It was Amara. SAM That surprise you? DEAN That doesn’t surprise you? SAM Honestly? DEAN Honestly? You seriously think the sister of God is my deepest darkest desire? SAM She isn’t? DEAN No! She can’t be! SAM Why not? DEAN Why? Because if she is that means that I’m… SAM Means you’re what? Complicit? Weak? Evil? DEAN For starters, yeah.

SAM Dean. Do you honestly think you ever had a choice in the matter? She’s the sister of God, and for some reason she picked you and that sucks, but if you think I’m gonna blame you or judge you…I’m not. DEAN You know that I want her ass dead. SAM Yes. Of course. And I know you’ve also probably beaten yourself up a hundred times over it, but where has that gotten us? Just how bad is it? DEAN Standing here right now, every bone in my body wants to run her through. Send her back to that hole she crawled out of. But when I’m near her, I don’t know. Something happens and I can’t explain it, but to call it desire or love…it’s not that. I’m screwed man. We wanna kill the darkness. We need to kill the darkness. And I don’t think I can. I’m sorry to do that to you, ya know, but when it comes right down to it… SAM I got it Dean.

i honestly can't remember the last time they had that open of a conversation. dare i say, that's practically out of character understanding from sam, when it comes to dean hiding something important like that. i fully expected the show to have him flip his lid over dean not telling him something relevant to their big monster hunt, not trusting him with being able to handle the truth. maybe i'm just jaded by how they've done overblown brother conflict for so many seasons. but anyway, i'm thankful for sam being so reasonable and understanding. i'm thankful for dean just telling him straight up what's going on and that he can recognize he can't just power through this problem. usually they only talk this way with other people, it's nice to have it directed at each other for once. still a little bit in shock, honestly.

i like how they focused on the money he left to cover the damages again after showing him slip it under initially. like hello fans yes they do try to cover the fact that they're constantly wrecking motel rooms. feel like these later seasons have a lot of little nods like that (like say, the rock paper scissors, a bitch/jerk moment in 11x04, etc)

[aizenat]

Also queerios and libs need to have a real and honest talk about how trans ideology being attached to liberals and the Democratic Party was a huge reason for people to vote for Trump. No one wants to say it (I’m surprised the radfems haven’t made that point yet, but wait, they’re too busy trying to come up with excuses for why they—white women—voted for Trump in the majority), but exit polls had ppl saying they thought Kamala was “too leftist/progressive.” DESPITE her running a very conservative campaign that was just two talking points away from being a straight up republican campaign.

The trans ad (Kamala cares about they/them, not you) was running almost nonstop in PA—as someone who lives in south Jersey, meaning our local tv programming is based out of Philly, every time I turned my tv on this ad was running. And it’s a good and effective ad. SO MUCH SO THAT I HAD A COWORKER BRING IT UP AS A “MAJOR” THING SHE DISAGREED WITH KAMALA ON THE MORNING OF THE ELECTION.

Libs and tras can pretend the trans stuff wasn’t on ppls minds but it was. Literally up until they stepped into the voting booth. When ppl voted for trump saying he was better for the economy, that’s not based on actual policy. You can tell that because AFTER he was announced the winner, google searches for tarrifs went up. If ppl cared about the economy and how tarrifs would work (Kamala literally referred to them as essentially a tax on all goods to simplify them and yall just said herp durp this won’t hurt me financially at all), they would have been goggling that BEFORE the election.

So why did they think Trump was better for the economy? Because he doesn’t want to send aid to Ukraine, and he doesn’t want to use taxes to fund for trans inmates gender reassignment surgeries. That means fiscal responsibility to them.

When chappel roan got on an interview and said that the biggest “concern” she had was trans rights, people heard that and associated that with the party (democrats) who protect laws allowing for children to medically transition. In my state, hormones and gender reassignment surgeries are covered by most employers’ insurance, but cancer treatments and medically necessary surgeries are not (at least not automatically). THAT signals to the average person that politicians are not prioritizing the right things. Because trans ppl are (per their own words) less than 1% of the population, but they get so much more consideration than the average person. Companies care more about pronouns in their employees’ email signatures than they do about employees feeling like the work environment is racially insensitive or hostile towards women (etc).

And I’m sorry, but you can affirm a child’s gender reasonably without medically transitioning them. And most people, most PARENTS, are not going to be okay with the idea of fearing their child being taking away because they don’t want to pay for or facilitate medical transition until they’re at least 18 and had time to really reflect on if that’s what they want. And they don’t want to be labeled abusive for that.

THAT’S what a lot of people going into the booth were thinking about. That Kamala and democrats would prioritize THAT over raising wages and bringing down inflation and costs. Most working class ppl don’t care about gender identity and stuff: so anyone prioritizing that in a time of financial (and political) strife doesn’t look like someone who is going to prioritize what they need to survive and get by.

Tras need to really sit down and think about 1) how they go about lobbying for their rights (calling people genocidal for messing up a pronoun ain’t it cuz) and 2) what rights are worth lobbying for. For example, it’d be hard to argue against third spaces for gnc ppl in public spaces (bathrooms, changing rooms, etc). Same with third/coed sports leagues IN ADDITION TO mens and women’s leagues. Maybe lobby for your own safe spaces instead of demanding to be on spaces not in alignment with your born sex. Because that push back is only going to get worst and it’s not a battle even most liberals agree with. Especially when you also lobby for self identification over any proof of socially and medically transitions. What’s to stop a man who has no intentions of transitioning to go into a woman’s bathroom or changing room or enter a women’s sport league and claim he has a right to be there because he’s trans and we can’t question it?

And yall REFUSE to answer that honestly and then wonder why people don’t fuck with it. It’d be one thing if there was a barrier of entry, but y’all did away with that. So what are people going to do? At least when black ppl were lobbying for desegregation, it was in coed spaces. And if it was gendered, only the black ppl of said gender would participate (ie, only Black women would be on bathrooms with White women; not Black men as well). But you guys are trying to do away with that. And do away with any determinative way to know who the “real” trans people are vs someone just saying so to get access to a spot. And then if someone pushes back, you call THEM a bigot?

Like, women in Korea just about can’t piss in public because of how widespread hidden cameras are in bathrooms. And all I can think is what will stop an epidemic like that happening here if males can walk in easily and women aren’t even ALLOWED to question him because he MAY be trans?

If yall actually knew anything about Black literature (lol as if yall would read black authors and writers and poets lol), you’d see how all throughout our existence in our country, we have had to defend ourselves from the common perception of us. This is why Black people (well, the educated amongst us lol) are so GOOD at arguing against racist ideas. This is why every time I call a white radfem (or really any white feminist) out in their racism, they go for ad hominem attacks and straw men to try to discredit what I’m saying. And they fail because I straight know what I’m talking about lol.

Y’all’s language and concepts change each year. An argument or talking point is literally thrown away and seen as problematic within 5 years. We used to say that trans ppl are treated how they’re “read,” which helps to explain how their perception of how well or poorly they are able to conform to that read gender affects how others treat them, but now that’s transphobic to say. I literally have no idea what ppl mean when they say transmisogyny these days because it’s SO different from how it was used in 2010-2013. I have no idea what yall are talking about anymore!

Yall have to sit down, LISTEN TO PEOPLE’S CONCERNS instead of writing any pushback as transphobic, and really solidify what trans identity is, the actual signs and symptoms, how to treat it without medical intervention, and be honest on the lack of information and studies on medical intervention. Especially long term; a study following up with ppl who transitioned 50 years ago means nothing because the very concept of what a trans identity is has changed dramatically since then. Especially in the last decade alone!

Yall can’t be super counterculture and then expect the mainstream to rock with you. That’s not how that works. You need to pick a lane and at least come up with a better strategy on how to present the less counterculture aspects to the mainstream so they can understand what trans identities are outside of the radical. Outside of the clickbait titles. But honestly that means YALL coming to at least SOME consensus on what it even means to be trans because all the vague language around it isn’t helping. And when yall refuse to define yourselves, it means anyone else can go out there and define you for the world. This is why yall are losing the war on this. Yall have work to do to fix this shit.

[whatinsamnation]

In Second Life, Drama was a resident who caused quite a bit of drama, especially in the roleplaying areas. There is questions on when she first came into SL, since she has claimed to be there since 2003, when it first started, however, she has changed that story, claiming it was not until 2010 that she joined and that she was misunderstood.

I don't believe anyone misunderstood what she was writing and what she meant, at least not from this excerpt.

In SL, Drama caused all types of issues. I spoke to someone we will name Sgáil, who dealt with Drama in the roleplaying areas of SL. I did debate on how to tell Sgáil's story and went with the option of quoting her, since she tells her own story the best. However, I did alter or block out the names of the individuals involved, along with the sim names, since the sims are not responsible for what happened.

"For me, she started her shit in like 2017. She was in the Got Roleplay Group and they had her as a Mod. She went all psycho-looney over Sim Owners allowing Furries. She was for them not against them, especially in Medieval Fantasy. Essentially demanding ALL sim owners allow furries in their sims. Which a lot of owners told her to go fuck herself. They footed the bill not her. Well K (name altered) decided to put his 2 cents in and she had a bug up her ass since. Especially in regards to me. At the time I was an Admin over at ( redacted), and discovered that shortly after my group had gone over there, she had made some weird attempt at a story line that the standing Admins(prior to me) had declined to do, sending her off on a tizzy fit resulting in her leaving and trying to bring down ( redacted). I wouldn't find out about this till long after the fact. It would calm down till about 2018, outside her rants in roleplay recruitment groups, when she started her shit again when the (group name redacted) went to (name redacted). That is when she tried to join the ( name redacted) and we declined her joining. As we have all seen, telling her no only sets a fire under her ass to force you to what she wants. She attacked me, attacked my group, and tried to get us banned everywhere we went. By that point we were just done and I sent out a mass group message to block her that she was causing us nothing but problems. Late 2018 when things were already mentally bad for me and shit was just going wrong, she decided while K (name altered) and I were into (redacted) to attack us again. Going to the Admin Team with bullshit stories, which ranged from God Modding, Power Gaming, Doctoring Screen shots, you name it. We were cleared of the bullshit by the Admin team but by then I was sick of her shit and put her up on Virtual Secrets. She had an obsession with K that stemmed back from when he was in ( name redacted) and he was 12 years old. Yes, he was underage on the adult grid. Having used his brother C's credit card and license to gain access and circumvent the blocks for someone his age. And sadly because he matured early, he sounded like an adult man at 12. Which in retrospect is probably one of the reasons she clung to his ass so hard. Anyways, after that was when you all came in during 2019/2020. We weren't the only ones she had issues with or obsessions with. As you saw from J and others, she would cling to people and when they rejected her, would try and get them banned. Before you all dived into this mess, I found out I was but one of many she would obsess over and get jealous over. And her claims of not obsessing over married men are false. There was a guy, a real POS who liked to gaslight women, by the name of A. He was vocally married to a roleplayer in RL by the name of B. She got hooked up with him in ( name redacted) and pretty much what she has done on the Kiwi Farms sight she did virtually. Like full on strip her misshapen avatar down in front of A and whoever could stand her and demand they pay attention to her. We heard about it second hand, but that info spread like herpes through the sim. She also went after R. And when he told her flat out No she flipped. Trying to go as far as to say he came on to her, he made the first move, she was just roleplaying. It was bullshit."

There is more to Sgáil's story, but sadly I'm running out of time today, so I will add a Part 2, later on, when I'm able to.

[londonmaribelbridge]

Grandmother

I remember you as a gardener, Who ate her plain oatmeal with a wooden spoon from the same pot I still use to make pasta at the strangest hours. I remember you as the one who would translate and censor hours upon hours of telenovelas because you always recorded them on time without fail. You never liked to miss an episode, Or be late for anything, And you always gave us girls the most exasperated look when we complained about homework, Specifically science, Because what was 9th-grade biology to a biochemist? A biochemist… Someone who actually enjoyed chemistry. Someone unique in a world where girls didn't do “men’s jobs”. Someone who made it all the way through school liking science. Someone who made it all the way through school in the first place. The first class in your island’s history to make it from kindergarten to college.

You were one of the first from Puerto Rico, From Mayaguez. You were one of the first ones, And I know so little about that life of yours.

I know the story of the herpes rabbits my mother likes to tell. A story as preposterous as it sounds That somehow explains my mother’s occasional cold sore by blaming it all on you and your science, Though, I think I might have let her pet them too. I wonder if there is more to your story than just this? Is there more than just sass and tall tales from the woman who was a mother and wife, Then just a mother, And then a mother and wife again.

I know there is more to your story than I will ever know. I wonder if there is more to your story than just a passing tale I've been told. I wonder if there is more to you than just those of us left. I wonder if we are the punch line to your very elaborate existence…

Sometimes I wish you had taught us Spanish instead of letting it fall, Sometimes I wish you had shared the recipes to your food, Sometimes I wish my pagoa would taste like you had made it, And sometimes I wish I knew more.

And then it’s as if I do.

There is so much of you trapped inside me that has come to the surface, That has made an appearance once again, So many memories that aren’t my own, but play out like a movie. And it’s as if I had never doubted I knew your story in the first place, Because I guess your story was always a mixture of smaller ones.

Of hardships and struggles, Of walking past your father on your way to school every day, As he stared at you from the porch, Never speaking, Somber, Perhaps even more so than the day your dogs died, Murdered, like Woltz’s horse, But for a gambling debt, not a movie. Maybe losing their heads would have been less painful, But nothing sends a message like broken glass.

I wonder how it would have ended if your mother had trusted him? If she hadn’t given her money to the church when she died, If you hadn’t been raised by a grandmother.

You were the baby, The youngest of 14 children, Seven living, Only three left now.

You were the one who lost the most, And remembered the least, But you were the one who warned your sister to run, When your father came with a shotgun in his hand, Because you loved her, and she loved him, A man worth running away for. A Puerto Rican Romeo and Juliet, No Sharks or Jets required.

It is in stories like these I remember that you were more than just a distant tale of divorce and regret, Miscarriage and self-doubt, Two house fires and dead dogs, And even more dead cats all buried in the backyard of your house on Dolan Ave, Fertilizing the grass where your rhododendrons grew blue, And pink, And red…

It’s amazing how I’ve heard these stories, How they’ve permeated into my life like air into my lungs, Natural, Simply part of the story of your life. And how we share the same one in so many ways, Because you are part of me, and these stories are mine to share, Just as my family shared them with me

[astrronomemes]

MISFITS: EPISODE ONE STARTERS

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings from the premiere episode of Misfits. change & alter as needed.

“There are people out there who think you’re scum. You have an opportunity to show them they’re wrong.”

“Are you looking to get stabbed?”

“I’ll rip out your throat, and shit down your neck!”

“Don’t act like you know me, ’cause you don’t.”

“This is a chance to network with other young offenders. We should be swapping tips! Brainstorming!”

“I tried to burn someone’s house down.”

“Okay, so I’m a little bit freaked out.”

“We should be dead.”

“You’d know all about being mental.”

“Hey, [name], how’s tricks? How’s the herpes?”

“What if she thinks I’m shit in bed? She’s been with loads more people than I have!”

“Why would anybody want to kill us?”

“Something’s happening to me.”

“What, you don’t want to hear about my anus?”

“Oh, and who’s gonna believe you, eh? You’re nothing.”

“It’s a shame more women don’t commit crime.”

“Face it, man, it’s gonna happen. It always does. It’s biology! ...Or physics. One of those.”

“That stuff will shrivel your dick.”

“Don’t puke in my car. Do not puke in my car.”

“Have you been sniffing glue?”

“Of course I think it’s bullshit! You don’t need to be a mind reader to know that!”

“This just gets better by the second.”

“Maybe he’s on crystal meth. I mean, that stuff makes you crazy. My friend [name] did it, she nearly shagged her own brother—and he’s really ugly.”

“Well... I’m no doctor, but... you see the way the back of his head is caved in like that?”

“It doesn’t matter what we tell them! They’ll say we’re lying!”

“If there’s no body, there’s no crime.”

“I’m pretty sure this breaches the terms of my ASBO.”

“I don’t want anyone to know. I cannot be a freak.”

“Probably best to keep that kind of thing between you and your internet service provider.”

“Do you actually believe that, or are you just really dumb?”

“What if we’re meant to be, like, superheroes?”

“In what kind of fucked-up world would that be allowed to happen?”