#i dont have any desire to watch it i just need to know i didnt mandela effect myself

[the-kestrels-feather]

Okay. Did I hallucinate In Praise of Shadows having a House of 1,000 Corpses video or did he delete it? This randomly popped into my brain today for some reason and I can't find it but I'm like certain he used to have one

[strvufo]

SIMON RILEY HEADCANONS

hey peopleszzzuhhh. i will continue to feed into my delusions and make headcanons about my husband (totally) knowing that will make them even worse! all are sfw, might make a nsfw one if WANTED. (or if i want it)

SIMON riley who kisses you cheek and forehead like literally 34 (maybe 36) times a day, since he isnt a man with words he shows it with acts of service!! cant reach the cups in the cabin? he will be handing u as many as you need. you probably didn’t notice he was standing behind you

SIMON riley who will stare at anyone who looks at you in any way when they walk past. old white man is staring ur body down? simon riley is planning of putting him underground. when i tell you hes PROTECTIVE, i mean it.

SIMON who is always looking at you in someway, you could just be watching tv on the couch and he’s admiring you as he is getting a bottle of beer or water. he could walk in on you changing and he’ll worship you if you ever say anything negative about yourself and ur body. he could nevverr get tired of ur looks.

SIMON who acts sooo cold in the beginning of the relationship but then warms up to you. it goes from simple hugs from the side and awkward glances to him picking you up and kissing you on the cheek. and he mayyy have got u pregnant.. maybe.

SIMON riley who says “wear wha’ you want darlin’ , i can fight.” we alllll know he can fight. have u seen this man!! his finishing clips are dhkaeatmeoutsjkax. (excuse me!) hes like “wear whateva your precious heart desires. just- just not too much skin.”

SIMON riley who will NOT, let you go out by yourself at all. i mean sure he’ll “let you” go out “by yourself”. just dont be surprised when u see him around the corner at walmart! he follows the situation up with “told ya you werent gonna be alone” orrrr “didnt know you were going to be here.. huh??”

[loveiis]

doctor!chris x virgin!fem!reader

not proofread !

warnings: taking innocence, cursing, p in v, slight blood, suggestive thoughts.

as you sat in the comfortable seats of the room, you examined the tools that sat on a grey metal tray, as if whoever was here before was prepared for your appointment.

you didnt really need this visit, nothing was wrong with your vagina. at least, you dont think so. you haven’t had any problems, plus, you’re a virgin. so no sexually transmitted diseases.

you heard the sound of the door clicking, snapping you out of your thoughts as you looked towards the now opening door.

you expected to see a woman, but yet you see a man before you. is that even allowed?

“hi, i’m doctor chris sturniolo, you’re here for your vagina exam, correct?” he reaches his hand out towards yours.

“yes- yeah, i am. nice to meet you.” you flash him a small smile as you shake his hand.

“great, alright then, just sit up here and make sure to stay calm, ‘kay?” he lets go of your hand to point towards the exam table.

that completely slipped your mind. you’re the patient, why are you sitting in the chairs?

“right, okay.” you get up quickly and walk towards it. chris helps you onto the examination table, his hands steadying your hips as you sit down.

“that's a good girl. just make yourself comfortable.” he retrieves a speculum, glinting in the harsh overhead light, and begins to prepare for the examination.

you nervously wait, intertwining your fingers on your stomach, just waiting for this whole thing to be over.

chris notices your nervousness, and gives you a reassuring smile.

“trust me, my dear. i've done this a thousand times. you have nothing to worry about.” he begins the exam, inserting the speculum slowly and carefully.

you listen to his reassuring words, relaxing as you feel the speculum inside of you. in discomfort, you suck in air through your teeth.

as he examines you, chris can't help but notice how tight and youthful your vagina is. he feels a stirring in his pants, and his fingers move with a newfound gentleness.

“ah, yes... you have a very healthy cervix.” he pauses, his gaze lingering on your delicate pink folds.

at this point, your nervousness was just building up even more. how were you supposed to stay calm like this?

chris clears his throat, trying to hide his growing arousal. “and your hymen... it appears you're still an untouched virgin.” he hesitates, his mind racing with forbidden thoughts.

“tell me, has anyone ever even touched you down here before?” his voice drips with unspoken desire.

taken aback by the question, heat rises to your cheeks as you answer, “u-um… no. just myself..” you let out a nervous laugh, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

chris's eyes light up with excitement at your admission. a true virgin, untouched and unexplored. he sets the speculum aside, his hands shaking slightly as he reaches for something else.

“perhaps we should take a closer look, just to make sure everything is in perfect condition.”

not really knowing what he means by that, you start to tap your fingers against your belly anxiously.

he retrieves a small, thin probe, designed for gentle examinations. chris wets it with lubricant, his face flushed with eagerness.

“now, spread your legs a little wider for me, dear.” he softly taps your knee twice.

you hesitantly spread your legs a bit wider, slightly aroused at the position you’re in, especially with a good-looking doctor… what?

chris slowly inserts the probe, his eyes locked onto your face, watching for any sign of discomfort.

“you're so tight, like a little fist.” his voice is barely a whisper, his own arousal growing harder to hide.

“i need to check your virgin opening, just to be sure.” chris pauses, checking if you’re okay with that.

how many tests does he have to do, exactly? “okay, thats fine.” you sigh a bit, somewhat wishing something more exciting than this exam would happen.

chris pushes the probe deeper, his breathing growing heavier. he can feel your virgin opening tightening around the intruder, a sign of your untouched innocence.

he bites his lip, trying to maintain his professional composure. “yes, you're definitely untouched.” chris holds the probe in place, his other hand reaching for a small camera.

“now, let's get a better look at this precious little hole.” he carefully inserts the camera, the small lens peeking out of your opening. “ah, perfect.”

“am i okay, then?” you spoke, squirming slightly at the uncomfortable feeling.

chris pulls out the camera, his face contorted with unspoken desire. “yes, you're perfectly healthy...” his voice trails off as he stares at your spread-open, untouched innocence.

“but I think we should run a few more tests, just to be sure.”

inside your brain, you were screaming in frustration that you had to go through more tests, being that the situation you’re in is… slightly unprofessional..

“that’s fine. whatever you have to do..” your eyes narrowed as you notice the invitation behind your words.

chris's mind races with depraved thoughts. he knows he should stop, that he's crossing a professional boundary, but he can't resist the temptation of your innocence.

“i think i'll need to use my fingers to check your response, dear. would that be alright?” he looks at you, waiting for your consent.

his fingers? your vagina? jesus, this was an exam, your thoughts need to chill out. hes just checking your response, right?

“uh, s-sure” you stutter, preparing yourself for whatever was to come.

chris lubes up his index and middle fingers, his eyes never leaving your face. “i'll go slowly, dear. just tell me if it hurts, okay?”

he gently spreads your lips open with his thumb and index finger, and slowly enters you with his middle and ring fingers. “how's that feel?” he asked.

“oh— f-feels good..” you tried to hold back a moan, trying to keep your response as professional as possible. but the way his fingers are inside of you, this is going to be difficult.

chris's heart races as he feels your tight virgin hole clutching onto his fingers. his mind is consumed with thoughts of pounding you hard, but he fights back the urge and continues to probe you gingerly.

“good? I think we can do better than that...” he sighs.

“what- what do you mean?” your eyes flicked across the room fearfully.

he decides to push his luck and adds a third finger, stretching your tiny hole further. “i mean, I think you can handle a bit more...”

he starts to curl his fingers, rubbing against your inner walls. “how about this? does that feel good?”

the stretch was way too much. it definitely felt good, but you couldn’t handle it.

“oh god- t’ much..” your hands gripped onto your shirt.

he immediately stops, his fingers still buried deep in you. “oh, i'm so sorry. did I hurt you? let me pull out...” he slowly slips his fingers out, blood staining the tips. “yes, that's normal.”

“its okay.. im not hurt..” i stare at the small amount of blood on his gloves.

chris's face darkens with lust as he sees the blood. he knows he should stop, but seeing your virgin cunt is too much for him.

he quickly removes his gloves and retrieves a condom from the drawer. “i think i should examine you more thoroughly.”

you silently question him in your head, as you were looking up at the ceiling, not even seeing him grab a condom.

chris slowly unzips his pants, pulling out his hard, throbbing erection. he quickly sheathes it with the condom. “just to make sure you're still a virgin, i should... push inside you.” he spreads your legs wider.

wait what does he mean ‘push inside you’..? you opened your mouth to ask but you then felt something pressing against your entrance.

you quickly look down, seeing him with his dick out, lined up with your entrance with a condom on. when did he put a condom on?

he looked at you first, asking for consent yet again. you didn’t know how to verbally express that because it was too embarrassing for you to say out loud. so you just nodded.

chris grips your thighs tightly and slowly pushes into you, his face contorted with pleasure. he can feel your virginity stretching to accommodate him, the barrier popping as he fully sheathes himself inside you.

“ohmygosh- so big..” you bit your lip at the way he stretched you.

“oh god, you're so tight. you were definitely a virgin.” he begins to thrust slowly.

you moan softly as he thrusts into you, the wet sounds of you filling the room each time.

chris picks up the pace, his thick cock pounding into your tight, virgin pussy.

“fuck, you're so small and tight. i can feel your innocence squeezing me with every thrust.” he reaches down and grabs your leg, pulling it up to his shoulder as he fucks you harder.

“mmph- fuck.. so- so good.” you whimper as your voice bounces with his movements.

chris grunts with effort as he fucks you relentlessly, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. “you're taking my cock so well for a virgin. i think you were made just for me.” he pulls out suddenly and flips you over, pushing your face into the cushions of the exam table.

chris grabs your hips and positions himself behind you, pushing back into your pussy with a hard thrust. he begins to fuck you harder and faster, his balls slapping against your clit as he bottoms out inside of you. “you look so fucking hot from this angle.”

the new angle made you go insane. “yes! oh fuck- s’good chris, shit..” you were too far gone to realize you called him by his first name.

chris's breathing grows ragged as he continues to pound into you, his own end nearing. he reaches down and grabs your wrists, pinning your arms above your head as he speeds up his thrusts.

“i'm close, dear. i'm going to fill up your little virgin hole with my seed.”

even in situations like these he speaks so professionally.

“please please! ‘m coming!” you have never heard yourself like this, everything felt so crazy.

chris grunts loudly as he buries himself to the hilt inside you, his body convulsing as he spills into the condom.

he continues to thrust through his own completion, drawing out your own intense release. “that's it, come for me, dear. show me how much you loved your first time.”

you breathed heavily as you came down, feeling euphoric.

chris collapses onto your back, his breath hot against your ear as he catches his breath. he slowly pulls out of you and disposes of the condom, before gently cleaning you up with a warm cloth.

“there you go, dear. your first time is over.” he spoke, pulling his pants back up and zipping them.

as you start to come back to reality, you couldn’t help but ask, “does everyone experience that when they get checked by you?”

chris chuckles and helps you sit up, wrapping you in a warm blanket. “no, they don’t. but you, my dear, were perfect.”

wc: 1,848 words, 10,469 characters.

dividers from @/saradika-graphics

didn’t like this one that much 😣

[mtfstuff]

The desired role

I never thought my life could change this drastically. Let me tell you that I once was a strong and fair cop but I lost all of that quickly without fully realizing what I did. It all started a few months ago on this fateful afternoon.

On that day I was on my patrol, driving around in my police cruiser looking for potential trouble as usual.

I had gotten a call from a young woman that it seems like a young man is selling himself for sex to other men in a more remote area of the town. I was driving around there to see if I could spit him and I could after a fee minutes of searching. I carefully parked the cruiser and tried to sneak up on them. They were in the back of an alley. I could see the young man wearing skin tight latex from neck to toes. He was getting fucked by an older man with a beer gut while another man demanded the young man to suck his dick. I came closer but one of the older man noticed me and started to run. I quickly started to run towards them, shouting at them to stand still. The second man pushed the young man towards me and started to run away too.

I catched the young man and could only watch as the two old men ran through a backdoor and closed it. I handcuffed the young man and then walked up to the backdoor, trying to pry it open but to no avail. The thick metal door didnt move a bit. I got back to the young man and looked at him thoroughly. His body from neck to toes was covered in latex, even his hands. The only places free of latex was his crotch area and a hole around his butt. His dick was locked away in a chastity cage. He seemed intimidated by me as he didnt even reach my shoulders.

"Are you even old enough to sell yourself in this 'business'?", I asked him starting to walk him towards the cruiser.

"Is this regarding my size? Yeah I know I look young with my 5' but I can assure you that I'm 26 years old.", he answered cowardly.

"Do you have any ID to back up that claim?"

"No. I lost everything around 4 months ago."

I pushed him into the backseat.

I got into the car on the drivers seat.

"Whats your name?", I asked opening the criminal justice information system.

"Jordan Blight.", he said. I could hear him starting to sob.

I entered his name into the computer and found multiple things about him. It started with him disappearing, followed by multiple offensive crimes.

I exhaled deeply. By the looks of it this guy would now go to prison even though I knew that from the way he looked he wouldnt survive a week there.

Jordan must've had a similar thought as he started crying.

"Please... I'll do anything. I just cant go to prison. Please!", he cried.

"Sorry man, but I cant help you.", I answered looking at him through the rearview mirror.

"Please...", he continued crying. "I'll do anything... do you need sexual relief? I'm supposedly good at it. Do you need someone to talk to? I'm a good listener."

I stayed silent. I felt somewhat pitty for him and his situation.

"Do you need someone to get drugs? I know some who have them.", he continued.

I looked at him concerned.

"Or do you want me as an insider? Or should I be your slave?"

I subconsciously moved an eyebrow and unfortunatly Jordan noticed it.

"What was it? The insider or the slave?", he asked with a grin.

I cleared my throat.

"How did you get in your situation? I mean I wouldnt choose to walk around in a latex suit covering everything but my head, dick and ass.", I asked.

"Changing the subject, I see.", he snickered. "I was drugged by some I considered friends. They stripped me, put me in this latex suit and cock cage. They also made sure that I dont get out by welding the zipper fully into the suit. They then brought me here, into a city I dont know to make me a sex slave. And they succeeded. I got addicted to sex and drugs over the last few months. It feels like I know more about the taste of dicks and cum than real food. It feels like I dont even remember how it feels to wear something else than latex."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I - I dont even know what to say.", I said.

"Say if it was the slave or the insider.", he laughed.

"Neither. Just a weird thought I sometimes have."

"Tell me about it."

I felt torn. He had the right appearance for my weird wish but he was just a stranger, even more a stranger I've just arrested. But I still had this feeling that I could tell him.

"Since I was in pre-school I was the tallest guy and even without working out I was pretty muscular.", I said. "And I dont know why as my family isnt tall at all. Since then I started to get this wish, to feel small. Even get somewhat humiliated."

It was a weird silence.

"I didnt see that coming.", Jordan said. "You, this hunk of a good looking man, wants to be humiliated. You want to be in my position?"

"Yeah, I do.", I said. "I just want to know how it feels."

"Well, I'd do anything to not go to prison but I dont know how much I could humiliate you."

He chuckled.

"I mean I'm 5' and you're like 6'3.", he added.

"6'5 to be precise.", I said. "I could have something that would change this situation. Only if you're down for it."

"I'd be doing it if it means that I wont go to prison, so yeah. Tell me, what is it you have."

I moved around in my seat, fearing his reaction to what I would tell him.

"I have a body swap item with me.", I told him.

He bursted out into laughs. It was almost contagious. Almost.

He slowly caught himself again.

"You cant be serious!", he looked at me. "Oh shit, you're serious."

"I dont know if it works but it could be your way out of prison if you do it with me for a short time. Its said to be reversible so we'd swap back after that session of ours.", I said.

He thought about it for a moment.

"Sure, why not. I always wondered how it felt to have a body as incredible as yours."

"Then its a deal.", I started the engine and drove us to an even more remote area of the city.

When we arrived I turned off the cruiser and got out. I opened the trunk of the cruiser and took a strange needle out of it. I closed it and opened Jordan's door. I pulled him out and pushed him into an abandoned alleyway.

I unlocked his handcuffs and he rubbed his wrists.

"So how does this work?", Jordan asked.

"We have to prick a finger each with this.", I held the needle in front of him. "Then the pricked tips have to touch and then we swap or transform into each other. That wasnt fully clear."

"Then lets do it.", he answered.

I took one of his fingers and pricked the tip. He let out a slight gasp. Then I pricked my finger and held it up. He pressed his finger against mine and I immediately felt a weird sensation, as if a force was pulling my whole body from my finger.

Jordan musst have felt it himself as he pulled his hand away. I looked at him and noticed that he started to grow, not just in height but also in terms of muscles. His latex suit got pulled thinner and thinner before it finally ripped in multiple places. The scraps of latex fell to the ground, revealing Jordans new muscular body that was still growing. I could immediately see that his muscles looked like mine. Jordan marveled at his new body, already smelling his armpits or feeling his abs. I looked down at his dick to see if it was growing too and it did. It was already straining against the cage before the cage sprung open and fell to the ground. Jordan's dick was the spitting image of mine and it was rock hard.

Jordan was almost the same height as me now and only his face looked different. A beard stubble was starting to grow on his cheeks as his bone structure started to morph into mine. His hair grew shorter and his eye color changed. It took only a few seconds and it was as if I was looking into a mirror. A naked mirror.

"This is incredible!", Jordan said feeling his biceps. "We could be twins right now! But shouldnt you look like me?"

"Yeah, I thought I would transform too but until now I only have this strange feeling.", right then the feeling changed and I started to shrink. While shrinking my uniform felt heavier and the gun holster looser every second and suddenly my pants, including my boxers, fell to the ground. My jacket and vest were huge on me, my hands didnt even stick out of the sleeve anymore and my dick was hidden behind the vest but I could feel how hard it was. It was almost painful.

I looked at Jordan and he had a huge grin on his face.

"Your manly face on my body wearing a uniform thats to big for you is just a funny sight to behold.", he said not letting go of his new muscles.

I started to feel my face change. The receding beard as well as the quickly growing hair tickled. With a faint plop I could hear my bones change and then the feeling vanished.

"Looks like I'm the officer now.", Jordan said.

He grabbed me by the throat and lifted me up. I could feel my socks and boots slip off my feet before I felt the cold ground beneath my butt. Jordan had dropped me.

"Man this strength is crazy!", he exclaimed.

I coughed a few times, trying to get my throat to feel normal again.

Jordan grabbed my arms and quickly pulled the rest of the uniform off of my body. I was now sitting on the cold floor completely naked.

Jordan dropped the vest, jacket and undershirt. I could hear him breathing heavily.

"I havent worn real clothes for months.", I could hear him say to himself.

He picked up my boxers from my pants and looked at them in his hands. He quickly smelled them and let out a quiet moan before carefully slipping his legs through them. He pulled them up to his hips and took his time to position his new big dick in a comfortable place.

It looked like Jordan quickly forgot about me because of the uniform.

He continued by pulling my socks out of my boots before pulling them over his feet and muscular calves. He wiggled his toes and giggled.

He grabbed the undershirt and pulled it over his broad chest. I marveled at how great it fit him. I now saw that I truly knew how to show off my body.

He removed the gun holster from the belt before stepping into the pants. He closed the belt and added the holster back.

He grabbed the jacket and quickly put it on before adding the vest onto his torso.

The last thing left were the boots. He seemed to almost celebrate this. He grabbed them and slowly unlaced them. He relished stepping into them, I could see it. He tied them again and took a few steps.

"This feels so good. Wearing real clothes, a uniform even. And then wearing shoes again. No more barefoot in latex.", he said.

Standing before me really was the spitting image of me, officer Stephen Benson. An officer with a bright future, thinking about how he could do anything as me now made my dick even harder.

"What are you going to do with me, officer?", I asked trying to get his attention.

He helped me up before pushing me face first against the wall.

"You can be more than lucky I got my uniform back. Impersonating an officer is a serious crime!", he said.

I felt him rubbing his crotch against my back.

"That was all just a big misunderstanding sir!", I answered.

I suddenly felt how he put the handcuffs around my wrists on my back.

"Misunderstanding or not, you're going to jail.", he said.

I got nervous, was he just roleplaying or taking over my life. I wanted to be submissive but I didnt want to go to jail. The thought of him taking over made me even harder. My dick was pressing so hard against the dirty brick wall.

"You're lucky as I'm in need of sexual relief.", he turned me around to face him. "And you may not go to jail if you go down and do a thing for me."

Jordan had a devilish grin on my old face. I went down and he immediately pushed my face into my old crotch. I could smell the fabric as well as the stench of my old sweat. But most of all I could feel the outline of the beast inside the pants that was once mine.

He continued pressing my face into his crotch.

"Worship me. Worship my muscles and uniform!", he said.

I couldnt answer because my face was pushed so hard against his crotch but I managed to move my hands behind my back to get his attention there.

He bent himself over me to unlock one side of the handcuffs again.

I immediately moved my hands to his firm butt and squeezed it. My hands slowly ran down his legs, feeling the muscles beneath the fabric every time he flexed his legs. I knew that it should be wrong, worshipping your real body but it just felt so good.

My hands went down further, now slightly massaging his calves before I ran my hands over my combat boots he now wore. Touching the leather felt surprisingly good so I kept working on his feet. That combined with inhaling the musk of my old crotch and uniform felt intoxicating.

"Take it out and suck it!", I heard Jordan order with my old deep voice.

It sent chills down my spine knowing that I sounded like that before but now I wasnt in control of it or any other part of that body.

I opened the belt and pants and pulled out his dick. It was more than massive from my point of view and it was already throbbing and leaking pre-cum.

I opened my mouth and Jordan saw that as his opportunity to push the full 8 inches down my throat. I thought that I would have to throw up but this body had like no gag reflex anymore. I continued sucking on my old dick while Jordan controlled my speed by having his hands behind my head.

It felt weird and at first I didnt knew what to do but it only took a few seconds before the muscle memory kicked in and I started sucking like a pro. I could feel the veins pulsate in sync with Jordan's heartbeat. I used my tongue to play with it and I heard Jordan moan every now and then.

He suddenly grabbed my head more tightly before I felt his dick erupting in my mouth. I immediately started to swallow and tasted cum for the first time. The salty but still somewhat sweet taste was weird at first but it felt more normal with every string Jordan shot into my mouth.

"Dont spill.", he said panting.

I swallowed everything before he pulled me to my feet again. He turned me around again and I could immediately feel him running his dick along my ass. He pushed it in without warning but it didnt hurt at all.

"Damn, my hole was loose.", Jordan said. "I have more to give to you."

He pounded me hard but it still turned me on more. Knowing that the roles would be reversed in reality. I should be the muscular officer and Jordan should be this twink but right now I was living my phantasy.

His thrusts changed pace and I could feel how he prepared to unleash another load into me. He pushed me tight against the wall, his hands on my hips as I felt him shooting his warm and slimy masculine seed up my ass.

He pulled out and I felt him wiping off his dick on my butt cheeks.

I was covered in sweat but it felt great to have been used like this and I bet Jordan loved being a muscular officer too.

I was awaiting that he would unlock the handcuffs again so that we could swap back but he suddenly grabbed me with full force by my neck and threw me to the ground.

"You let something drip out of your ass!", he said firmly pointing at his feet. "Go on and clean my awesome combat boots."

I got on my knees and licked the cum off of my old boot. It tasted just like before, only that it had now dirt mixed into it. I was almost done licking as I felt a few finger intrude my butt. Jordan pulled them out again and tasted it.

"Damn man, this body tastes good.", he said.

Suddenly we both looked intensely at each other knowing exactly what caused it. It felt like a damn broke in our minds. My mind got flooded with the memories of Jordan and he probably got access to my memories.

"This- this changes everything!", he said.

He pulled me up.

I cleared my throat to sound manlier.

"Are you ready to change back? There are spare clothes in the trunk of the cruiser you can wear after that.", I said.

"No man.", he said.

"What do you mean, no?"

He pushed me against the wall again.

"You wanted to be me. You wanted to be humiliated and I agreed to escape prison.", he flashed me a quick smile. "But I'm the man now. I have the muscles. I wear the uniform. We'll do this my way now."

"But- but you cant just be a cop and do my job. I cant stay like this."

"You enjoyed being like this."

He gestured to my small, hard and slightly leaking dick.

"And I more than enjoyed being you.", he continued. "You have two options now, 'Jordan'. Keep complaining about swapping back and I'll send you to prison. Or get into the car and be me."

I stared at him in shock.

"It's Thursday, right?", he asked.

"Yes."

"Then lets make a deal. We stay like this till Sunday. If you then still want to swap back we'll do it. If you want us to stay like this we'll stay."

"Deal!"

He grabbed my balls tightly and I let out a loud, uncontrolled moan. He laughed.

"Good. I still have to be on my patrol for 2 more hours. So I'll leave you here. You wanted to be humiliated so you have to make a choice. Stay here until I come back to get you or look around searching for clothes. But if you do, time is running. I wont wait here for you when I'm finshed.", he said.

He laughed again and walked to the cruiser. He stepped into the driver seat, started the engine and left.

Only then I noticed that Jordan managed to place his old chastity cage on my dick.

I didnt fully understand how it got this far but I felt good. The humiliation was everything I always wanted but I still felt the urge to get my body back. I was excited to see what the last few days would bring.

[norrizzandpia]

Best Friends To Benefits To Lovers (OP81)

Summary: They’ve been dating for months after being the closest of friends for years. The question is, however, did they start out as best friends with benefits?

Warnings: NAH BRO WATCH YOUR TEETH FALL OUT FROM THIS SWEETNESS

Note: This is based off the idea for This Is About Oscar?! and Who Is Oscar Piastri? just not with the same exact plot line

ynnn it’s here!!! goodnight n go is something that took years to make because I was in that specific situation for so long until it shifted. It replicates a dilemma I thought I would have to die with, but, in the end, my deepest desires came to fruition. goodnight n go is all yours when it used to be just mine and Oscar’s and we wouldn’t have it any other way 💌

Comments:

oscarpiastri so proud of you my love ❤️

Liked by ynnn

mclarensgirly BYE IM CRYING AFTER LISTENING TO THAT

ln4andop81 I DIDNT KNOW WHAT GOODNIGHT N GO WOULD MEAN BUT NOW I DO AND ILL NEVER GO BACK

landonorris awww such a good song! (there were a few lines in there that i physically recoiled at)

- f1fan22 he heard “i got you, i got you dreamin, you close your eyes and you’re screamin,” and dug his grave

- mclarensgirlll i would love to see oscar screaming

- oscarpiastri you can just not in that sense but i would be happy to scream in your face!

- mclarensgirlll YOU COULD DO THAT TOO

- ynnn im gonna have to veto that one sorry

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f1fan2 SOO ARE WE GONNA TALK ABT YNS NEW SONG?? ITS THE WAY WE FINALLY GET CONFIRMATION THAT THEY WERE BEST FRIENDS AND THEN STARTED SLEEPING TOGETHER AND THEN JUST ABSOLUTELY FELL HEAD OVER HEELS FROM THERE

- mclarensgirly YEAH BC SHE SAID IT WAS A SPECIFIC SITUATION SHE WAS IN FOR YEARS BEFORE IT SHIFTED AND THE FACT THAT SHE BASICALLY CONFIRMED IT WAS ABT OSCAR WITH THE FACT THAT SHE SAID IT HAD BEEN THEIRS BUT NOW ITS OURS LIKE IM CRYING WE ALL WATCHED THEM BE IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER PAINFULLY FOR SO LONG

- ln4andop81 “one of these days you’ll miss your train and come stay with me” I CRIED SHE DREAMED OF THEIR LIFE TOGETHER WHEN SHE THOUGHT SHE WAS JUST A QUICK FUCK TO HIM BUT SHE. WASNT. 😭😭😭😭 SHE NEVER WAS

- mclarenfan22 ITS SO WIERD TOO BC ALL THE FANS AND MEDIA KNEW HE WAS IN LOVE WITH HER WITH THE WAY HE LOOKED AT HER BUT THE SONG TELLS US THAT SHE DIDNT “we’ll have drinks and talk about things and any excuse to stay awake with you” LIKE SHE JUST WANTED TO BE WITH HIM

- mclarensgirly AND SHE RESISTED HIM TOO BC SHE WAS AFRAID TO FALL IN LOVE “why’d you have to be so cute? It’s impossible to ignore you. Why must you make me laugh so much? It’s bad enough we get along so well. Just say goodnight and go.” GAHDAMN

- ln4andop81 i literally can see him leaving her on the weekends to go race and them both thinking the other doesnt want anything more BUT THEY DO “and you’d sleep here, i’d sleep there… we’d be good, we’d be great together” SHE ALWAYS WANTED HIM TO STAY 😭😭

- mclarensgirly im glad she sat on this one and got together with him before releasing it bc i dont think i couldve handled it if they werent together and THIS SONG came out

- mclarenfan22 real.

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oscarpiastri i’ll never again just say goodnight and go 💗

Comments:

mclarensgirly so im fully sobbing now.

ynnn you missed the train

- oscarpiastri i was always destined to miss that train baby

- f1fan2 THROWING UP CRYING OUT LOUD SOBBING BANGING MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL WTF

landonorris you always goodnight n go me.

- oscarpiastri do i really need to explain the difference to you?

- ynnn lando back off hes MINE.

- landonorris well we will see abt that.

- oscarpiastri im hers. end of discussion.

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ynnn WHY’D HE HAVE TO BE SO CUTE 🫨

Comments:

oscarpiastri natural talent?

- ynnn i would agree with that

mclarensgirly WHEN WILL I GET WHAT THEY HAVE FUCKING BEST FRIENDS TO BENEFITS TO FALLING IN LOVE I WANNA GOUGE MY EYES GOD WHERE ARE YOU

- ynnn should i be concerned for you?

- oscarpiastri i dont think you should… i mean shes just jealous of us which makes sense ‼️

- ynnn she said she wanted to gouge her eyes out osc 🤨

- oscarpiastri YEAH IT MAKES SENSE I WOULD WANNA GOUGE MY EYES OUT TOO IF I WASNT WITH YOU

- ynnn so i should be concerned for you too.

- oscarpiastri nah im just in love

- ynnn yeah i get it

[atla-confessions]

I wish they would because it'd be funny as fuck but it might kill the mod

Lets put this in terms you might understand. Im going to repeat what you said, and then make a Katara 'critcism' of equal value

zk: aang is kind of inattentive and gets distracted easily

"Katara is kind of mean and gets really prideful and self-righteous"

These are two things Aang does, and two things Katara does, but if we made this Katara's entire fucking personality, that would be anti Katara

zk: aang yelling at toph was kinda shitty

"Katara making the blind comment at Toph was kinda shitty."

"Katara saying Sokka didnt love their mom like she did was kinda shitty."

The statement about Aang is true, as are these statments about Katara. If we were to call Katara a bad friend because of these, or toxic, or bring it up as reason that Katara isnt deserving of Aang, that would be anti Katara

zk: aang getting so jealous at the idea of Katara being with someone else that he would go into the Avatar state is kind of problematic

"Katara getting so jealous of Aang she says shes not going to come watch him ride the unagi to make sure hes okay is kind of problematic"

Neither of these statements are true. Both are ignoring the larger context and making their behavior out to be jealousy when its not. Aang was upset about the play as a whole. His comment about the avatar state was clearly not a literal thing, but him trying to express how upset the play as a whole has made him. Katara was upset Aang was being irresposible and letting the praise get to his head and didnt want to come watch him show off.

Aang doesnt even show any jealousy in this scene, zutara shippers just like making it about themselves. Aang doesnt mention Zuko once. Hes not thinking "Katara might have feelings for someone else" hes thinking "I dont know where I personally stand with Katara as she has been sending mixed signals." Which is, frankly, reasonable, even if he went about trying to express this in the wrong way. Thats not jealousy, thats a basic desire of wanting someone to communicate with you.

Painting Katara's frusteration and refusal to care about the potential of Aang getting hurt as just toxic jealousy would be anti Katara.

zk: here's a fic where aang faces consequences for burning Katara

Now, before I go into this one, lets remember the real consequences Aang faced, like getting jumped and slammed into the ground, like feeling so guilty as to swear off something he needs to save the world, like this incedent shown to be one of the things that haunt Aang the most when hes opening his chakras. Like this insident (incident? Im not looking it up rn) literally being the context in which he allows Zuko into their lives as he believes Zuko can help teach him firebending in such a way as to avoid ever hurting someone again.

Heres a list of things Katara did and did not face consequences for: abandoning Aang along with Sokka because Aang withheld a map for a few hours, stealing a waterbending scroll and sneaking to use it despite agreeing not to and putting everyone in danger, (she got saved and still got to keep the scroll, even made it very obvious she felt no remorse for this, I consider that not facing consequences), making Aang think Appa was sick, telling people Aang is the avatar because shes proud of it despite that putting Aang in danger many times, encouraging Aang to throw himself at problems with no help like Hei Bai and the NWT invasion, stealing appa after Aang said he did not want her to.

If someone were to write a fic where Aang's mistakes are ignored, and these mistakes of Katara's were emphasized and used as reasoning shes not good for Aang, to the point where they add consequences that didnt happen but could have happened, like Aang getting captured and/or hurt in order to make her feel guilty, that would be, say it with me, anti Katara.

When someone ephasizes or exaggerates a characters flaws while ignoring their good deeds and qualities, that is being anti, not fair criticism, especially if they do it while ignoring most of the flaws and mistakes another character has made and treating them as near perfect and a victim of the first character.

Most zutara shippers are not interested in analyzing the show for the sake of fair criticism of characters. If they were, they would be pointing out Katara's mistakes just as often as Aang's. They are only interested in justifying their dislike for Aang.

X

[bridgyrose]

Cinder paused as she heard the sound of singing echoing in the forest. It wasnt the maiden she was tracking, the singing was too close to be her. No, it was something else. Someone else. And it was distracting. It was hard to focus on following the maiden, almost drawn to the singing itself as she looked away from the fall maiden. 

She slowly started to follow the sound of the singing, looking to see if she could find whoever was making those lovely words, only to stumble across a small cottage. It was strange to see a cottage this far outside kingdom walls, grimm tended to make quick work of anyone trying to make homesteads without any sort of protection. And a small cottage that was no bigger than maybe a couple rooms? It had to be abandoned.

And yet, the singing seemed to be coming from it. 

There was a moment when Cinder felt the need to turn away, to try to ignore the singing as best she could, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldnt help but continue to the cottage and knock on the door. As soon as the singing stopped, she turned to get away from the cottage, only to hear a woman’s voice from behind the door. 

“Its been a long time since I’ve had a visitor,” the woman said just before she opened the door. She was an older woman, heavier set with red hair pulled back into braids down to the middle of her back. Her eyes were almost golden, and her voice alluring. “But since you’re here, you must not know what you really desire.” 

“I know exactly what I want,” Cinder huffed as she pulled away. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go-” 

“You may know what you want, but you dont know what you desire.” The woman cupped Cinder’s cheek as her voice started to grow softer. “All you have to do is listen to my words, and I can show you *everything* you desire.” 

Cinder felt a shiver run down her spine as she listened to the woman’s voice. The singing started once more and she felt herself start to slip out of consciousness, memories of the Glass Unicorn that had been buried started to come to the front of her mind. She watched herself get shocked over and over again, watched as the patrons mistreated her, Rhodes trying to arrest her. 

The woman smirked as she spoke, her voice almost sounding like she was singing rather than speaking. “So that’s what you desired.” 

“I-I didnt desire… pain,” Cinder answered shakily. “I desired power-” 

“You desire freedom, yet you seem to keep believing the lies that you were fed-” 

“I can be free when I get power!” 

“The power you seek and have been promised will do nothing more than shackle you, bind you like you were before. So why do you keep hiding behind the lies you keep telling to yourself? You should let yourself see the truth of what you desire.” 

Cinder wanted to argue further, to cry out and tell the woman what exactly she wanted. But as she opened her mouth to do so, she was met with the sight of her younger self being held by an older man and woman. There was something about how happy she had looked, even as it went from her younger self to how she looked now but with Emerald and Mercury. A desire that she had long pushed away, one that was supposed to be buried after she killed Rhodes. 

“What you desire is a family,” the woman said softly. “A home with the freedom to be yourself. So why do you try to lie to yourself about this?” 

“I-I’m not… I’m not allowed to have this,” Cinder spoke out quietly. She slowly raised her hand in front of her and watched as a flame danced around her fingertips. “So I’ll make my freedom my own way with my own power. A power that was promised to me.” 

“Then I’m afraid you’ll only know pain.” 

The vision in front of Cinder disappeared along with the flames on her fingertips as the singing stopped. She found herself in the rotting remains of a cottage instead of infront of the door with the woman like she remembered. 

“Is everything okay?” Emerald asked over her communicator. “Is the maiden in position yet?” 

Cinder wiped a tear away from her cheek and sighed as she pressed her communicator to speak. “I thought I was being followed and had to stop watching her. I’ll find her again.” 

“Of course you lost her,” Mercury said with a huff. 

“Its not her fault that the maiden we’re tracking is also being watched by Ozpin,” Emerald pointed out. “If she is being followed, we could be caught-” 

“I’ll find the maiden and then we’ll carry out our plan,” Cinder interrupted. “Just stay where you are. If you see her, I’ll catch up.” 

“Yes Cinder.” 

Cinder turned off her communicator and placed a hand on the frame of the cottage. This whole place had felt like a trap that was set up for her, and yet, she couldnt seem to get what she saw out of her head. No matter how much she wanted it, she didnt deserve the happiness that was shown to her. Only power was going to give her freedom, the power that Salem promised her. Then and only then would she be allowed to feel that happiness she desired. 

She pulled her hand away as the frame burst into flames from her semblance, smoke wafting into the air as she walked off. Nothing was allowed to stand in her way. 

[melodyfsoul1]

Sth I find interesting after watching the Loki Series Finale, and seeing everyone's reactions to it, is that you can immediately tell what someone's priorities were for the ending (ships aside)

Because depending on what your priorities for the Story or Loki as a Character were, people are either really hyped / optimistic for the future ... or just really freaking depressed right now.

Like on the positive side we have Loki:

- finally finding his "Glorious Purpose", his place in... well "outside" the world/ universe, becoming an even greater being, while his story comes full circle

- reaching his full potential, unlocking new powers, new magic, and being the God of Stories

- becoming one of the most powerful beings in the MCU, and hey maybe he's even able to travel freely through time now and not trapped at the space outside of time

- creating Yggdrasil and protecting it, and by that, saving his friends and the Multiverse, being a true hero

__________

But then on the other side we have the more pessimistic view of Loki:

- finding his "Glorious" Purpose, taking over the burden of a throne he realized he never wanted, but doing it because it was the only option he saw to save his friends and the multiverse ( though I wouldnt even call it a choice, he just resigned himself to accept it because the other options where helping the current HWR, killing Sylvie, risking a universal war or death by spaghettification....)

- making the ultimate sacrifice by chosing to "give everyone else a chance at life" over his own needs, his own future, his desire to be with his friends...

- now having the huge responsible of keeping the multiverse alive & intact for all eternity

And do we even know if he can travel freely through time? (I hope so), but how much power does it take him? What if protecting Yggdrasil means he cant leave the space outside time? That would mean he is trapped there, for all eternity, alone, having to watch over his friends without actually being able to interact with them. He will be able to see that they are okay (hopefully), but he will never be a part of their lives again.... Loki, the very character who explicitely said he doesnt want to be alone...

So depending on how you view it, the ending was either really epic, with Loki getting several upgrades and creating a new era for the MCU

or

Somewhere between bittersweet and incredibly dreadfully tragic with Loki making the ultimate sacrifice, losing everything he just worked so hard to keep (after all the struggles of his original timeline too with Thanos) with Loki probably never being part of any of their stories again, damned to eternal loneliness.

(I'm personally more the 2nd type... I do get the others point of view, it was epic and Loki unlocking his true potential as the God of Stories is insane, GOS Loki is one of my faves in the comics. And my GOD the imagery of Yggdrasil was freaking gorgeous.

But... my main priority was "Loki, for ONCE, getting a chance at life, to be himself, live, with his new found friends/ family at his side..." so you can guess how freaking sad I am over the ending... hell I dont even care about the ships, I just didnt want him to be alone... I just wanted him to have a friend...

Its like, no matter what or where, whether its the OG Timeline Loki, or L1130 or even in the comics... Loki is meant to be a sacrifice for the "greater good" or to suffer trying change or even help, like he did in the comics as Kid Loki and Agent of Asgard.

That being said, I still cling to the hope that Loki can either freely travel through time now or somehow find a way to get in contact with his friends again... of them finding a way to get to him... please, Marvel, I need a Loki who is allowed to be happy, he certainly deserves it.

[make-your-own-evil]

hello could I request some yandere capullo riddler headcanons?

anon, im going to kiss you on the mouth for requesting my very first riddler ask. YES of course you can have some headcanons

note: feel free to reblog my work! just give credit where credit is due :)

70s dad riddler yandere headcanons coming right up!

TW: kidnapping, general violence, light misogyny though reader is gn

Yandere!Capullo!Riddler Headcanons

have you ever watched Labyrinth?

i make the connection because you will be kidnapped by a narcissistic freak who will put you through numerous 'tests' and 'challenges'

i feel like the typical standard for any riddler to have an obsession is that the object of their desires is also highly intelligent, though i also feel like with capullo riddler you would also have to be as physically attractive as him, in his opinion. think of gaston, but skinnier, socially awkward and highly intelligent

youre probably someone in a position of power. maybe youre an official, a detective, in forensics, etc. his initial goal is to embarrass you. he is back to his old tricks setting up some elaborate challenges. see? youre not as smart as you thought you - wait, you solved it?

the great riddler will not be bested by some lowly city imbecile!

his need to be better than everyone, including you, starts this game. he presents you will increasingly harder and more demanding challenges. at one point you probably have a bomb strapped to you.

the more puzzles and riddles you solve, the more he looks forward to these encounters. he eventually thinks that it may be because he's a loner and humans are naturally very social creatures, but this is dismissed quickly

he's not just a human! he's not like anyone else! he is the great edward nygma! the riddler!

then he finds himself making careless mistakes in everything he does. this should make him furious! it should...

suddenly, being captured isnt as bad anymore, he gets to see his 'game partner' as he's being booked in! you! he thinks nothing of this. just a little banter with someone who is almost as intelligent as himself

"ah, detective L/N! looking as sharp as ever! what did you think of our last game? ha, that hardly matters. its our next game that you should look forward to! imagine this..."

he is delusional in thinking that you enjoy his trials. you SOLVE them, because your life kind of depends on it. but this only spurs him on to make more! oh how you exhaust him. he slows down his intellectual assault on gotham and shifts more towards proving that you cannot possibly compare to him.

he's more so trying to reassure himself that he's the greatest

eventually one of the other rogues points this 'obsession' out to him as he's babbling about his next challenge for you (probably selina since she sees every opportunity to tease him)

"you know, ed, if i didnt know any better i would think that the 'great riddler' has a bit of a crush" followed by snickers and "woos!"

his face turns hot and red. this only spurs on the others more! for the first time, he doesnt know what to say. his mind is racing with explanations and excuses, but no words come out

he has been embarrassed before and it crushes him. he? the riddler? have feelings for you?

the more he sulks and ponders, the more he fears that it may be true. the sleepless nights wondering how you've solved everything. his giddiness when he sees his favorite player. the way his heart races when he speaks to you... the anger he feels when you speak to someone who isnt him. the jealousy of seeing you interact with the other rogues. the dejectedness of your disinterested attitude towards him

theres only one rational solution in his mind... to kidnap you!

you enjoy your time with him dont you? dont you hate sharing a city with knuckle-dragging baboons? dont you hate being surrounded by millions of people who dont see you for what you truly are?? a genius... just like him

his end goal is to convince you that you two really arent that dissimilar, that you are alike in more ways that you can comprehend. that you need him with you! like he needs you with him

his darling Y/N just needs a strong, intelligent man such as he to SHOW them that they would be best suited together.... no matter how long it takes, how many puzzles they go through and how many people will be exterminated if they get in the way

"my dearest, surely someone as intellectually gifted as you can understand? we are two of the same. you need me ~"

[cupoftaae]

Forever and a day (KTH x READER) series♡ silent treatment cant last forever (chapter 5)

Summary: your lifelong friend is forced to face his true feelings for you once he breaks the number one rule of becoming friends with benefits: dont fall in love. He knows he loves you, but you on the other hand need more convincing of the most important thing: the right decision.

Genre: fwb. Roommates, friends to idiots to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, the whole 9 yards tbh.

Pairing: taehyung x female!reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni!!!)

word count- 4.1k

chapter warnings: swearing, tae is struggling :( kaito is a fucking LOSER and does a bad thing. literally all I can say is SORRY in advance !! mentions of domestic violence and abuse. Quick mention of pregnancy

A/N- I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, I have most of these already written out, but I like to take time and add ideas as I go along. I kinda came up with a plot twist that will eventually play out, just dont hate me. What can I say? I love angst. ALSO- chapter 6 will be out this weekend possibly, if not, then monday ;) just a treat bc ily guys

"he's such a fucking dumbass" Kaito scoffs and takes a sip of his wine, collapsing back onto the couch next to you. You remained quiet as he ranted after you told him about the night you had.

Immediately after coming back to the apartment with taehyung, you two ended up fighting again. Something about him being childish, you being self centered, him being nosey, and you not being the old you. What does that even mean? You havent changed at all, its him who is always starting these fights.

after that, you packed a bag and ran over to your boyfriends house. It wasnt where you wanted to be, exactly, but you needed a place to hide.

"I dont think he is a dumbass, I just think....hes....i dont know? having a midlife crisis?" you shrugged, leaning into your boyfriends touch.

"midlife crisis....at the ripe age of 23 years old?"

"yeah, I think he is always comparing himself to me, and hes confused about who he wants to be. He wishes he stayed in college so bad, he even signed up for this little credit art course they ha-"

"art??" kaito laughed covering his mouth for a moment

"yeah" you turned around to look at him

"so he thinks finger painting will help him snap into being an adult?"

you stared at him, scrunching your face up in thought. Yeah, you kinda poked at tae and made jokes, but you didnt mean any harm deep down. Maybe you dont understand his little desire to paint away his feelings, but watching kaito laugh about it is different, because he means it. You suddenly felt guilty for talking about him behind his back, even if he was a dick for yelling at you a few hours ago.

"he enjoys it, its kinda cute. If its helping him back onto his feet then who cares...its not like he quit his job or anything, kaito."

"cute? more like immature"

"hey, cmon, leave him alone"

"you cant seriously be defending him"

"I just dont like talking about people behind their back, you know?"

"whatever" he scoffed, taking a sip of his drink before pulling you onto his lap. "wait..." he stopped, thinking before laughing. "I thought....I thought you said you were sick?"

Your heart stopped the minuet he spoke, how could you forget your own fucking lie, more importantly, how is he just catching this?

"Oh I was feeling better, mhm. This morning I felt like shit but I figured it would be better to suck it up and go to the dinner anyways, should have stayed home!" you blurted out and got off his lap, standing to your feet.

"right" he eyed you, standing up as well as he put his drink down. "well....do you wanna go to bed?" he asked, doing that stupid smirk face that made you somewhat angry.

"uhm, well, yeah, but im really tired kai, also im still not feeling 100% you know? so, maybe we should sleep. just..sleep." you nodded quickly and turned around on the ball of your heel, only to be yanked around by the wrist.

Your eyes widened in shock at the sudden action from him, heart pounding in your ears. Was he drunk? who knows, but that was not an ok thing to do regardless.

"let go of me, what the fuck?" you breath out, trying to tug your hand out of his tightening grip.

"you arent lying to me about Taehyung right?"

"what? What are you talking ab- let go!"

"you wouldnt lie to avoid me, right? you and him arent doing shit behind my back?" he asked, anger in his voice, something youve never seen.

"No! theres nothing!! I promise, I was just sick and, kai you are scaring me please!" you whine, mad at the tears that showed up so quickly. He saw your eyes and immediately let go, making you yank yourself backwards quickly, allowing the tears to fall as you hugged yourself.

"oh my god, im so sorry baby, I didnt mean to d-"

You both looked down at the mark left on your wrist from his grip

"shit, im so.....im so sorry, y/n, listen-"

"get away from me!!" you yelled, "Im sleeping in the guest room, d-dont come in, sober the fuck up and dont touch me again, I swear to God..." your voice shakes as you spoke, aware that if he really wanted to, he could hurt you again.

you saw regret in his face, but it didnt matter. jealousy has always been an issue for him, but its never shown like this....it was scary.

you turn quickly to run upstairs, hiding in his guest bedroom and locking the door, you wanted to leave but also didnt have anywhere to go exactly. You promised to meet up with your friend Dahyun tomorrow for lunch, so you would have to ask her to pick you up earlier.

kaito looked at the wine glass that had spilled without him even knowing, sighing and sitting with his face in his hands instead of going after you.

-

Taehyung woke up the next morning in the same state he had fell asleep: mad, clothed, dirty, and missing you.

He knew he was fighting you when it was happening, but there was just an overstimulation of emotions that had over poured, and unfortunately, you happened to be the punching bag.

He made a mental note to call his parents and explain later as he walked into your room. you were still not there. Given the things he said, you doesn't blame you, however he would like to apologize.

He walked into the kitchen and looked at all the food, well, more like ingredients for meals he doesnt know how to make. You said something last night to him about him needing to depend on you with everything, including meals. It hurt, but it was right. He sighed and closed the fridge, moving to go sit on the couch in the quiet apartment before opening his phone to his social media’s.

He hated to see other people and how well they were doing, but he found himself online more often then he used to be, maybe it was to inspire or motivate him, he wasn’t sure. He scrolled across Annie’s art page, stopping to pay extra attention to one post in particular.

She was good, her art was something people would pay money to see, he understood why she would be in all the art classes she could find. The post showed her setting up at the banquet hall a few streets down, something about an art fair. Tae smiled and like the post, wanting to know more about it. He contemplated dming her, eventually just giving in and doing so.

Taehyung: hello Annie, it’s taehyung, you probably know that because you can see my name, anyways, I saw your recent post and was wondering what you were setting up for?

He tapped his phone with his fingers, feeling odd to text someone who wasn’t, well, you.

He was surprised to see her answer quickly

Annie: hey tae :)) i was hoping you would text soon enough. I’m setting up for an art festival at the Julie banquet hall! You should totally come if you aren’t busy :0!!!

He laughed and bit his nail, suddenly hearing your voice in his head telling him not to do that...bad habit.

He texted back

Taehyung: when is it?

Annie: it’s being held this entire week for a viewing, but next weekend there is a contest....winner gets a prize!

taehyung smiled and looked around, that could be huge for him. Maybe this was the universal sign from the universe he needed, a sign that his rash decisions were actually working out for him. He knew he probably wouldn’t be able to go down today, for obvious reasons other than the fact he needs a shower.

He also needed to prepare something worth winning, and that required time.

Taehyung: oh wow...that sounds really interesting. I’ll probably be down later this week, thanks for letting me know.

He tossed his phone to the side and began to head for his room, knowing that he wouldn’t leave until he created a masterpiece.

As fun as this was, he had to admit, it was a good distraction from you.

-

"How come kai couldnt just drop you off?" Dahyun looked over at you, taking a bite of her sandwich. "well, he was a bit hungover, he had a lot to drink last night" you cleared your throat, sipping your water.

It had been a while since you and your friend saw eachother, and going out for lunch together was nice, a step away from all the boy drama going on. You were in college, and you just wanted to do normal stuff and leave the high school shit behind.

Dahyun sat back and looked you over, concern on her face. "sweetheart are you alright?"

"why wouldnt I be?

"because you look like shit, in the nicest way. Have you been sleeping?"

you laugh, looking down at your hands, "yeah, ....well, no"

"mhm, whats going on?"

"tae and I got into a fight last night, and it was just really annoying because we are always fighting nowadays, I hate it."

"is that why you were at kaitos?"

you nodded, eyes looking out the window. "I should have just stayed at the apartment though. I hate to admit it but I kinda miss him, he hasnt texted me" you sighed and re-checked your phone.

"hes a grown man, y/n, he can handle shit"

you looked at your friend, quick to remind yourself that they dont see the true venerability of taehyung like you do, they dont know that he's just emotional and feels things differently than others, so as much as you hate to say it....he cant take care of himself.

"mm" you shrug, taking a bite of a fry. "lets just talk about something else?" you suggest

"okay, let me think...." dahyun smiled to herself, searching her brain for something to talk about. "Oh did you hear about chae?" she suddenly spoke up

"no, what about her? is she ok?"

"dude she had such a pregnancy scare, she called me 2 nights ago because she was fully convinced she was preggo....shes not though so its alright" she shrugged

your eyes widened at your friends words, "what?...how did I not know this? why didnt she call me?"

"well, not to start anything but...we kinda have been calling and texting you, but you dont seem to have time anymore, which is perfectly fine, but we miss you."

you slumped down into your seat, food on the plate in front of you has now gone cold and unedible. "I dont know, man. Life is so messy right now, theres just so much going on. I miss you guys like crazy, we need to plan like a sleepover or a girls weekend." you suggest, leaning into the palm of your hand sadly.

"hey, y/n, just breathe, everything will be okay. If you are free next weekend I know a friend of mine is throwing a really fun party, i'll text you the info if you are down to go?"

you smiled hopefully, not that you were the super most outgoing person on campus, but the idea of going to a party with other kids seemed like a set up to meet some new people.

"Dahyun that sounds really fun, yes please send me the info, is chae going?" you ask, pulling out your phone

"mhm, yep...but we are gonna have to keep her with us because her boyfriend is going...well now ex boyfriend considering they broke up over this whole 'almost pregnant' scare, and-"

you quickly shut out your friends voice as you checked your socials, suddenly coming across a photo taehyung had posted on his story of a painted canvas, seemed normal enough, except the fact someone was there with him. at your apartment.

you whip your head up, "I think I have to go, im sorry, uh, something just came up and I need to get home, but uhm, you'll have to text me about nate and chae!" you spoke quickly, grabbing your purse and standing. "Thank you for having me out, I really needed it. Dont forget to text me the party details!!" you sing as you hug her and make a dash for the door.

-

You exited the elevator and made your way down the hall quickly, searching for your keycard in your over packed purse before bumping into someone and falling to the floor.

"ow? hel-, oh.." you quiet down when your eyes meet the person waiting outside your apartment door. kaito.

"What are you doing here?" you quickly stood to your feet and brushed past him, still searching for the key.

"baby, you havent answered my calls, we need to talk about last night. Im so sorry, I never meant to make you feel unsafe, im going through so much and I just....I just, I dont know what happened, but im so sorry!" he rambled quickly, touching your back and making you stop your movements.

"kaito..."

"i know, im so sorry, i suck and im an asshole and you probably hate me, I would too"

you sighed as your hands fell to your sides, turning to face him. "you....you arent an asshole, dont say that." you breathe out, grabbing his hand "just promise me you'll cut down on the drinking or something...I dont wanna see that again." you felt guilt throughout your chest as he looked down.

"I promise, baby, I will"

you pulled him into a hug and squeezed him, rubbing his back and moving to kiss his cheek. "head home, now, please" you whispered, watching his face fall.

"wait why? I was hoping we could hang out or make food or something?" he gestures towards your front door. "hm, Im sorry kai, maybe after classes sometime this week, I have to handle something right now...you know how he is" you quieted your voice at the last part, watching your boyfriend nod.

"okay....just, uh, text me ok?"

you smiled and nodded, "of course"

once he made a turn for the hall, you placed your keycard into the door and walked into the apartment to see Annie and Taehyung in the kitchen. You usually werent too keen on having random people in your house, you and tae promised to not invite others there without letting eachother know.

"y/n..." tae turned and saw you, making annie stop whisking whatever was in the bowl she held.

"tae" you nod, waving quietly to the short girl behind him. "didnt know there was something going on today" you joke, putting your bag down and walking in with arms crossed over your body.

"I just invited her over because it was a little too quiet over here" he joked, looking at her and smiling.

"ah I see" you smile and lean against the island counter. "what are you guys making?"

"apple pie" annie cheerfully responds, moving to her phone to change the song that was playing

"oh, yummy" you awkwardly reply, somewhat angry that she was in your kitchen and took it upon herself to use your ingredients that you bought yourself.

"tae, can we talk?" you turn to him, talking quietly.

"yeah..." he looked over at annie, "ill be right back"

she replied with a thumbs up before returning to her baking, reading the recipe off tae's phone.

You led him into your room before shutting the door and leaning against it, the boy looking back at you like he was expecting to get yelled at. "I'm sorry" you exhale, "For the other night, I dont wanna keep doing this with you" you shrug

"I dont wanna fight with you either." he spoke simply, biting the inside of his cheek nervously.

"I dont...I dont really know whats been going on with us but I rather just sit and be your friend than your enemy, you know"

he nodded, "you are right, and Im sorry too, all that shit I said, I didnt mean it, It was out of frustration which still isnt okay bu-"

you cut him off with a hug, "its okay"

he took a moment before wrapping his arms around you in return, "Are you mad she is here?" he whispered, "no...just wish you would have texted me...."

"i know, im sorry" he shook his head, sighing. "um, also, my parents called and I explained kinda the situation simply and they seemed to understand somewhat. I spoke honestly with them about how their words effected me and shit, and they said they would try to stop...well...mostly my mom will try to stop" he laughed, making you smile.

"they want us to go over to their house before they go back home, sometime later this week. I know you have classes and stuff but even if its just for one night over there, ill drive you to school in the morning if you need" he added.

"okay, we will work it out, im proud of you for sticking up for yourself" you laughed softly, making him look down shyly. "did you take your medication today?" you remembered to ask suddenly

he looked up at you and pressed his lips together before hesitantly shaking his head, "uh...I forgot.."

you sigh, "okay, lets go take it" you grabbed his hand and went back into the kitchen, brushing past annie to get to the medicine cabinet.

You took notice of how the girl eyed you and your hand against his, making you smirk to yourself. Even if you and tae were just friends, you knew no one would ever be able to squeeze between you both, not kaito nor annie.

"here, bubs" you whisper, handing him his pill and a water bottle

"whats that?" annie spoke up, cutting up apples on your good cutting board you didnt even get to use yet, making your eye twitch.

"allergy meds" taehyung spoke up, taking a sip of water as you look back at him with sympathetic eyes, his face telling you to just not say anything. His ADHD was something he assumed he should be ashamed of, something people would always use to blame his behavior on.

He didnt want to be that, he just wanted to be Taehyung.

Annie nodded and patted her hands on her apron before moving to the next thing, engaging in conversation with taehyung. "so what were you saying before she came in?" she asked, catching you off guard as you threw your hands up and walked over to tidy the living room area.

"Oh I was just talking about the art thing and how-"

"tae.." you stopped fluffing the pillows to turn to him, making annie sigh as you once again interrupted their conversation.

"what?" he looked around, confused.

"why arent you working? todays a work day?"

"oh, uh-...."

Annie smiled, "I didnt know you had a job, where do you work?"

Tae looked between the two of you before speaking up, "well...I used to work at this buisn-"

"used to? you got fired??" you walked over and held his arm

"no no....I quit, like....last week" he huffed, seeming relieved to get it off his chest. "tae, why did you, what?? why would you do that?" you looked at him seriously, knowing that there was no income for you two anymore.

"because I plan to apply for college again, I have a whole thing in the works, y/n, I promise, I didnt just do it on a whim" he spoke quickly

"y/n, he can handle himself" annie sarcastically spoke with a smile

"kindly leave please, him and I need to talk" you finally looked back at her, making her plead to taehyung.

"what? but we were doing something!" she puts the rolling pin down when tae shrugged, "im sorry annie, ill text you okay?" he walked her out before apologizing again and shutting the door.

"well aint she the sweetest" you scoff and collapse on the couch. "come here please" you spoke calmly, wanting to approach this correctly. Taehyung walked over slowly and sat on the couch next to you, keeping his body close and away from you.

You took a deep breath in and looked at him, "tae, honey, why did you do that?"

he shrugged, sighing.

"look at me"

he turned his head around to you after a few seconds, revealing the tears in his eyes. "tae..."

you are quick to wrap him into your arms, "its ok, im not mad. I just wish you told me, everything makes more sense now" you mumble

"Im sorry for not saying anything, I was just so unhappy working there and I just had to leave" he chokes out, face hidden into your shoulder. your hand finds his hair as he gently pulls away.

"i'll find a side job or something, but I really am serious about this school thing" he quickly muttered as you wiped his tears.

"Its okay...I can probably pick up tutoring for Mrs.Chin again, she pays well and if I do it after classes everyday it'll probably be enough to sustain rent" you sigh, rubbing his arm.

you watched as the boys face was filled with regret and sadness, making your heart split in two. "dont tell my parents, please" he whispers

"no...of course not" you smile lightly, "ive learned my lesson"

Taehyung laughed and leaned back against the end of the couch, head looking up at the ceiling. "so....we can talk more later if you like, but for now lets go finish making that apple pie" you leaned into him jokingly, making him laugh.

You two got up and walked into the kitchen "why did you let her use my cutting board" you pouted

"im sorry" he smiled shyly "If it counts, I know nothing about how to bake, and if I was the one making the pie we would all be food poisoned."

you laughed, "i'll teach you"

-

You two sat in Taehyungs bedroom, both eating a slice of apple pie as he played some game on his Xbox, you watching.

"so..." you began, scarping your fork on your plate. "art, huh?"

he paused his game and turned to you, smiling, "what?"

"youre passionate about it?"

"yeah, I suppose" he shrugged, watching you get up and walk over to his desk. "I saw these on instagram, they are actually quite nice" you added, eyeing them over as he came up behind you. "yeah, those were just some doodling to be honest." he itched his neck.

"but uh, im working on something big. Can I show you?" he spoke, watching you nod before pulling a canvas from his closet and placing it down.

The sketch included an empty, bare forest of trees in the center of a town square, details to a perfect ten on even the smallest things. "Its not done, not in the slightest but..."

"woah.....holy shit tae, you...wow" you were actually in awe. You knew he liked art, but this was beyond anything youve seen from him, it genuinely made you feel something. "this is really beautiful, is this pencil work?"

"thank you" he mumbled shyly, a blush on his face, "yeah, its pencil, I plan to add color to everything but the tree, itll remain black and white." he spoke, looking it over himself.

"does it mean anything?" you pondered aloud.

"well...its like this, trees lose everything they have in the winter, no leaves no flowers, nothing, right?" he spoke as you listened, "yet they still are just...there, while everything continues to progress and move around them, because they know if they wait, whats theirs will grow back."

"wow...." you said again, truly speechless by his work. Clearly you underestimated him, because this is beyond anything youve seen.

He looked at you lovingly before clearing his throat and putting it away again, "yeah... its for this art contest that Annie told me about. Winner gets like, a cash prize, im not sure how much, but it doesnt matter because they also win a trip to a really cool art museum in Paris" he looked back at you.

"Paris?...wow tae, I have no doubts you will win this"

"dont jinx it" he teased, walking back to his chair.

you put your hands up in defense, giggling. "so is it an art show?" you asked, following him

"yeah, I was actually gonna ask if you wanted to come....the exhibit is all this week and I plan on going on friday....was gonna ask if you'd wanna come with?" he spoke quietly, hopeful tone evident.

"hmm..I would love to" you smiled and grabbed his plate to clear, heading towards the kitchen

"oh, also...." he sat up, making you turn to him. "whats up?" you ask,

"I know this is kinda odd, but would you mind if you just...like, slept in here tonight?"

your eyes widened at him, making him feel like he overstepped

"I shouldnt have said that im sorry, I just didnt sleep last night and I always fall asleep quickly with you"

you giggled quietly, "no its okay, ill sleep here alright?" you watched his face light up , nodding

"thank you..."

-

"what happened to your arm?" tae asked as you climbed into his bed and shut the light off.

"what do you mean?" you were confused, sitting the side opposite of him. Taehyung pointed to your wrist, oh...yeah, that.

"oh I burnt myself, curling iron. wasnt paying attention" you sighed as he frowned. "be careful, ok?"

you nodded, "ok"

once you both were in and under the covers, the silence was welcoming. To be fair, you slept best here too, and the last time you laid here the circumstances were completely different, so it was a bit weird.

You laughed to yourself when you heard his soft snores after a few minuets, he wasnt joking. you lifted your arm and raised your fingers across your wrist.

be careful

there was so much to be careful about, and if only he knew the full extent of it.

You looked over at the sleeping boy next to you before turning to your side and closing your eyes, allowing yourself to just be here, in his bed, in this very moment, because it gave you the safety and comfort you needed so badly

be careful .....

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[poopingonthefloor]

youu sshhould tell some headcanons u got for jack dave n henry if u want ofc

OK SURE! *glass shattering sound* (Some of these are not "headcanons" or are technically implied to be canon but im just going to list all of my specific perceptions regarding the character)

Long list down bellow. vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv

-Dave and Jack both have adhdtism and borderline personality disorder. (((I also want to use this opportunity to apologize for any previous ignorance/rudeness i may have responded with before I'm a bitch but erm I am improving. so yeh also yeah i can definitely see Jack being autistic now too which i know i said i dont really see. it turns out my symptoms i projected onto him were also autistic symptoms so um...))) -Jack is a dog person, Dave doesnt have an animal prefrence but dogs suit him the best because he's dependent and sensitive and dogs love unconditionally, Henry has no feelings about animals however he dislikes dogs in particular. -Henry likes cartoon bears the best though. only cartoon versions.

-I imagine Dave as a child wasn't necessarily BULLIED by other orphans but he was treated poorly and excluded. Adult carers would try to befriend him but he was a "problem child" as a kid and didn't comprehend human boundaries (he never learned) so he made adults uncomfortable too. -I stole this one but if Dave was a cat he'd be a lykoi. henry would be a maine coon (jack is a default shorthair but i give him folded ears sometimes for fun) -My Dave was born purple (and also Henry is born pink) for reasons similar to Doggo's "why is henry's eyes evil" explanation. It's just different ways of their "evil" manifesting -- Dave's eyes are normal as a child however because obviously he isnt "evil" as a child, I imagine his soul is just weird and that he's never been fully normal. (because I'm not a fan of "x character if bad thing never happened" worlds where the character is basically just a normal person. Like its just more interesting if they were always an outcast/unusual from birth. Also it just makes more sense for Dave's character since he is never shown to be normal in any way even in the flipside LOL....also because Dave is often described as "not exactly human")

-Henry however just quickly grew to be jaded and resentful of anyone and anything living. Either from his dad or just that being his personality (but I prefer both). He wasn't outcast and he got along with people when he felt like it but he just hated everyone. -However I imagine Henry always had a childish side to him that enjoys more cartoon artistry and performance. -Henry and Dave gesture similarly when expressing excitement/enthusiasm, though Henry gestures very little most of the time. Henry either expresses exaggeratedly and cartoonishly (but comes across condescending) or not at all.

-Jack likes to watch TV but Dave does not and finds sitting still and watching pictures on a screen boring. (Though certain movies/shows are an exception) -Back when Dave still had simple desires/pleasures (before the lobotomy) he always wanted to have a pet but animals always hated him (because he didn't know how to handle them gently).

-Henry has no romantic or sexual desires whatsoever. He had a wife and child simply because Martha confidently expressed interest on him and he decided to lie to her. The only motive really involved was the societal standard of having a family/having a kid to continue his legacy (but henry didn't really need that to spread his didnt he lol..)

-Alongside that Dave is pansexual and Jack is bisexual (with a prefrence to men) but those are obvious -Dave appears stiff however can contort his body disturbingly (flexible), Jack is normal and appears in great condition for a corpse... (mostly due to makeup (nail polish emoji))

Ok thats all for now so I don't make this post longer than LONG. thank you for asking my headcanons though. ^__^ I love being crazy and sharing my opinions!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[thepowerisyouth]

Eh mental health is annoying. Buying & cooking cheap low-FODMAP diet is annoying. My best top note for now is I'm using this blog to practice writing. I need more practice in it. I only know business, accounting & economics stuff. Its stupid stuff. Theres too much actual fraud everywhere that its annoying

Also I use mobile so formatting sucks cause Nvidia GPUs, or Arch dont like tumblr site. Or tumblr site dont like tumbkr site

Also also I 100,000% support all my fellow ones-and-zeros and their identity. Everyone is welcome here.

Except transphobes/zionist/long list of others but you get it. I'll help harrass any of those types endlessly if someone wants to tag me, and bring me in on an argument like that friend you call for backup with fights

Im unhinged so who's to say exactly what will end up here but this is also a completely public blog to me friends, family, hell, even acquaintances i dont give a fuc.

Blog should be expected to be roughly as child-friendly as simpsons or bobs burgers. But also boring like a civics/economics lesson sometimes. Yay

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I (and my husband) am ex mormon. Its a weird thing. Look into it if you havent recently. Realllllyyyy look into. Takes time to figure it all out in this fuckin fucked up world.

I just moved a year ago. Didnt watch the US stock market as much as I normally do. Had my first snowstorm 10 weeks ago, that was.. fun to handle while ill prepared. About 6 weeks ago I was hopping back on the market and notice its a huge tech bubble about to pop and all the conditions Ive been warned about my whole career imply this is not good. Just took a little more thinking & digging and I'm a little too confident to stop talking about it now.

(Oh I'm also care-free as fuc so I dont really read or desire to change past posts more than lil-nitpicks. More informative for the reader & myself-in-the-future-reading that way)

And I'm not kidding I do love feedback & questions. Its a very public blog tho so I get that part for sure.

If you search "life story" in my tags I had that pinned for a min Im just moving shit around rn

Being poor sucks. Will write more on that later.

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First of all-- the exact timeline of an "economic shock" is literal insanity. Dont worry about the exact timing of any of this-- just know its doomed to happen soon.

Here are some effects I predict of this upcoming economic downturn

If anyone comes across any sources for these events that support my arguments please feel free to add in comments, reblogs, etc.

This concise list is mainly for my own reference, but it would be great to add to it if any one has something to add!

0.5. US Stock market collapse-- I have no desire to try and predict this one exactly. Too many conspiracies are actually correct about this big guy. Lets just say 7 US Tech stocks are worth 25% of the entire worlds market, roughly. "Too big to fail"-- I believe is the phrase

1. Corporate (slightly later will be residential by extension) real estate crisis: currently way too overvalued. Most of the houses, land, & urban corporate property we see could stand to decrease by about 60-90% from its current price.

2. Bankruptcy crisis: similar to the after-effects of the 70s inflation-- we can expect to see a huge wave of bankruptcies affecting a variety of business: from the micro-self employed; to the small business with leased buildings; to the largest corporations who commit massive accounting fraud & hope to escape accountability in time

3. Bank runs-- there is an extremely high overreliance on the Federal Reserve, who does not have good control over this situation. Once it becomes clear that there is a crisis (we call this a catalyst event)-- bank runs for physical cash are a surety. Hard to say how long a crisis like this might last. I should ask my siblings who lived near the SVB bank crisis hotspot (but those were rich fucks they do their "bank runs" over the phone)

3.5. Global currency collapse, which takes effect in every single local, state, & national economy at slightly different times. This means prices lower. Much lower. But takes time

4. Whatever the fuck the geopolitics is gonna do???. Its weird. You got Russia wanting to invade Europe? (Look at global economic forum 2024) Trump wants to let them. Biden wants to be an establishment corporate ass. North Korea has changed its #1 public enemy to South Korea (dont remember my source but it was a couple months ago). USA is stationing more troops in Taiwan, but probably only because of semiconductor technology?

The scope of our global financial woes are larger than can be explained in any of our lifetimes. Its much, much closer to pre-revolution France or the late 1920s. Big change is coming. Itll be soon

5. More to come

[thegreatclowncat]

ewwww i didnt realize it, but recently i had to unpack a lot of what i would call environmentally-transferred doomsday theology/apocalypticism. I remember being pulled aside as a kid, shown revelation, and being told that this will happen soon, so don't do kid things and focus on spending all of my time fixing my relationship with God. I cried bc i didnt like it, and ignored what they said.

Cut to the last five years. I kept having weird dreams about the societal collapse (which isnt the apocalypse, it's happened before) that had details which actually predicted decent chunks of my life over the next few years, which caused me to fear them, and every time i would walk outside of my room i would hear some video from some "youtube prophet" playing saying "get ready for the next few years" "this sign shows that something bad is going to happen" and i would always ask "HAS THIS PERSON EVER BEEN RIGHT IN thE LAST TEN YEARS???? WHY ArE YOU WATCHING THAT"

i logically did not believe any of this stuff without specific and reasonable justification (couldnt find any of that lol), but the sheer exposure of it over my lifetime wormed its way into my brain. i found myself having thoughts like, "I lost the last three years of my life, what if I am never able to dance?" and "If i only have a decade left to live, im not going to spend it doing freaking computer science" [<- the only good thing to come out of this btw, stopped me from digging myself into more graves (classes) instead of finding a career I want to pursue that will be worthwhile]

but my gosh, i can't believe i actually started believing that. it wasnt conscious. i was always prone to anxiety and hopelessness, and maybe THAT was just using this exposure to fuel its flame. but I had to get rid of it. for the first time in a few years, I felt like I didnt have to rush. yes, i need to get on with my life and get back to dancing, i do not have infinite time, but i dont need to freak out that I am losing every single day being inside doing nothing. I can enjoy my life. I felt the desire to look for a career path, something to invest a few years of preparation into without feeling like it was taking away precious time.

side note, i did also always put weird time limits on things. all the pro dancers are around my age, and i always felt so behind bc i started late and was sick for a while, and i imagined i could probably only dance until im 40, but really if i keep extra good care of my body, i can probably keep going for longer. would i want to by then? who knows, my interests may have changed.

[bridgyrose]

Could you do some werewolf yang changing (either direction) mid-sex with Blake?

(I know we want some monsterfucking, but I had to take it down a different route.)

Yang paused for a moment as she looked at her scroll, her alarm going off to remind her about the full moon. Though, at this point, it was a bit too late to start making her way outside since she didnt promise Blake a night that she wouldnt forget, and backing out now was only going to ruin what was already a strained relationship. Instead, she turned off her alarm and sat down on her bed, half naked as she waited for Blake to finish stripping in the bathroom. 

“What was that?” Blake asked as she came out of the bathroom, slipping off her bra with a smile. 

“N-nothing,” Yang said as her eyes gazed over her lover’s form. A blush heated up her cheeks as she looked at Blake’s chest, then looked down towards the boner she sported, heart starting to pound in her chest. “I see you’re a bit excited for this.” 

“Just a little.” 

Yang leaned back a bit as Blake made her way to her, slowly moving her own pants and underwear off. She practically purred as she felt Blake press her lips against her own, a moan slipping from her lips as she felt Blake grope her chest, leaning back as she guided Blake’s member to her crotch. 

“A bit eager, arent you?” Blake asked as she gently thrust into Yang, sliding into her with ease. “You dont seem as nervous anymore.” 

Yang nodded, gently thrusting to match Blake as she felt a heat start grow inside of her. The moonlight had started to shine through the window and her body was already starting to want to change, pushing away fear and nerves as her carnal desires started to push through to the forefront of her mind. And still, she tried to fight off the transformation no matter how eager her body was for it. “I-I want you. I want to show that I can make this work.”

Blake smiled and kissed her. “Then show me.” 

Yang wrapped her arms around Blake and pulled her close, not noticing the fur that had started to grow on her shoulders or how her teeth had started to become more like fangs. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt Blake bite down onto her shoulder, her heart racing as she started to pant in rhythm with each thrust, nearly begging for Blake to fuck her harder. Pleasure shivered down her spine and she pressed into Blake, nails turning into claws as they started to dig into her lover. 

“Y-Yang!” Blake half yelped in pain. “Too rough!” 

Yang loosened her grip and pulled her nails away from Blake, nearly scrambling out from under her. “I-I need to go.” 

“Go where? We have plans-” 

“Bathroom!” Yang rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door shut, locking it as she gripped the sink, nails scratching the porcelain. She panted as she looked at her reflection, fangs visible, fur coming in around her shoulders and neck and following down her spine, violet eyes that looked more like a wolf’s than human. A grunt of pain left her as she felt her bones and muscles start to shift as an insatiable heat started to take over. 

Blake knocked on the door, worry in her voice as she spoke through it. “Yang?” she asked. “A-are you okay?” 

“I-I’m fine,” Yang grunted as she lost her grip on the sink, falling on all fours as she felt her face elongate into a muzzle and a tail grow. She tried to fight the transformation, a bit of the fur started to recede until another twinge of pain ran through her. “D-dammit… you… you cant… see me like this.” 

“See you like what?” 

Yang’s ears perked up as she heard the doorknob jiggle as Blake started to pick it, her eyes darting around for any way of escape. Her only hope was to get through the window by the shower but it was far too small for her to get through. Panic ran through her as she heard the click of the lock, her voice cracking as she let out a growl. “B-Blake, dont-” 

But it was too late. The door opened and Blake gasped as she watched Yang back up into the corner mid-transformation into a wolf. Yang panted as the rest of the transformation went through, becoming a large wolf with golden fur. She struggled to fight to keep from giving into her base desires, standing still as she watched Blake come closer to her. 

“S-so that’s why you keep running off,” Blake said quietly as she reached out towards Yang’s muzzle, gently touching her nose. A blush crossed her cheek as a thought crossed her mind, quickly dismissed as she pulled away from Yang. “You could’ve told me.” 

I wanted to, Yang thought to herself as she stared at Blake. She licked her lips as she stared at Blake’s arm, a quick thought ran through her mind. All it’d take is one bite to turn her just like her. Turn her into a wolf and never be afraid to be alone again. She nearly growled as she took a step forward, baring her fangs. 

Blake took a step back. “Y-Yang? Are you okay?” 

Yang didnt answer as she took another step forward. Then, she lunged at Blake, sealing her fate as a wolf.

[mrseek]

it was. okay.

i wasnt blown away by it or anything. it had funny moments, and cage is a great dracula, but everything outside of that was just mediocre at best.

theres a lot of ideas that could have been executed better. i hate how they made quincey into a cop so fucking bad. she didnt need to be in the police force to know how corrupt the cops are. me and @gingerhastoomanyobsessions thought she'd be better as a nurse who (in her free time) investigates the crimes she sees when tending to people who come in. if that makes sense. because the people she cares for also know how corrupt and fucked up the police force are.

there was obviously. the ableism. especially around NPD. but it was expected. what wasn't expected, though, was how they seemed to ignore the fact renfield is mentally ill. i dont remember any signifigant refrence to any of it outside of the reshoot of the 1931 scene where they found him in that boat. there was no mention of his time in an asylum. in a way im a little glad they ignored it because i really doubt they could have handled that aspect of the character respectfully.

the hero speeches were lame. the "ahh is renfield a hero or not?" was so . it bugged me. genuinely. i was the only person watching the screening (initially 2 other people were there but due to technical difficulties and having to wait for 40 minutes for the thing to start they left) and i audibly fucking groaned every time they even mentioned the word. renfields desire to be a hero was unneeded- they should have kept the focus on getting out of the 'relationship' with drac. have him be a hero as a side affect. have him realise its good to be free and help people without mentioning heroics.

i also dislike the thrall powers thing. he eats bugs to gain powers? really? the man would have eaten more than bugs if he were alloowed to in the novel and 1930s movie. he wanted to eat a cat. we can do more than bugs.

theres more but this is everything right now. i may have to find a way to rewatch it and take notes.

[mejomonster]

My gastroparesis driving me up a wall. And by that i mean ive been barely eating for over a week now and my symptoms still arent improving and im really not havin a great time im exhausted my bodys in pain trying to get me to Rest but i gotta work full time and my abdomen absolutely hurts but painkillers slow digestion even More so ive been laying down on heatpad as much as possible and i really dont wanna go back to an All Liquid diet (but even if i did im at the nausea and vomiting point of a gastroparesis flare which means even liquid only im likely to throw up either way) and like. I just wanna comfort eat bread cause i feel miserable exhausted in pain and it would be a small joy. But bread is absolutely not something i can eat during a flare. I can only eat it when doing good if i take benedryl. Im so angry and tired and id like to sleep for days. And i gotta still Make myself eat chips and protein shakes even tho i got nausea cause my gi meds dont work unless i eat Something. Even if i got nausea and tons of pain wooh

Anyway im getting flack from family for being so tired the last week and i love em and all but its awful feeling guilty for not calling Enough when its like goddamn eating (something humans gotta do at least once a day) hurts phenomenally and i barely can but i obviously desire to like any human then i eat and Ouch my body didnt fucking like that and punished me for it and im so mad. I feel awful and yeah im mad i dont got energy to hide how much pain im in and chat false enthusiastically for 20 minutes after already doing it all thru work. I had 1 teaspoon of peanut butter today and my remaining options are soup broth (but it had beans cooked in it and my body cant take fiber today so idk if its worth the risk of any accidental beans) and salad (which is of course raw vegetables fiber very hard on stomach rn so i can probably just eat a handful size portion and hopefully ill chew enough its mush and my body will tolerate it). And a protein shake (but its got fiber and is made of chickpeas i think for the protein so idk if my body is tolerating it or not im just drinking it so i dont have no calories). I had chips yesterday but i think my body considered it too solid or large to digest idk cause im eveb worse today. I also had toast yesterday cause i was so angry and hungry and wanted comfort food. So of course that messed me up. Which means i should take more benedryl. But then i wont just be hungry and pain tired, ill also be drug tired. And im so sick of being miserablr all day at work just to pass out the second its over cause allergy meds knocked me out then ive lost all day. But without allergy meds i can eat hardly anything i like. I mean i cant eat rn but like. Right before this fuckjng flare and hopefully once its over. Im just sick of it. Im tired and when i go to therapy next week shell probs ask oh what do you do to stress relief and its like... i get it but are u fucking kidding me. Im knocked unconcious from benedryl. And tired anyway cayse no food, and pain nonstop from gi tract. So im barely doing anything. I cant really get outta bed cause i need the 4 sq feet heatpad or ill be in agony over my abdomen. Dont have tv in room so i can use phone i guess. So tired i can barely keep eyes open or think so im not writing reading or watching shows on phone. I can idk listen to a reaction or lets play since if i fall asleep and wake up i dont need to follow a plot. But like im not in a state to be going for a fucking walk (i wish! I wanna dance and walk but my abdomen and back feel awful and im so tired im dizzy when i stand) or hang out w friend, which im sure idk shed prefer to hear some productive ass activity like god im just trying to keep myself employed and out of the ER until the flare rights itself. Please

And i know jts not that bad. Ive been worse. I couldnt eat solid food for 6 months once. I was in the ER weekly it was so bad i blocked most of it outta memory. This is only a couple weeks. And i havent thrown up much! I was throwing up 5 times daily back then. And i have had chips and peanut butter! I recognizr thats nice, i got some solid food and held it down! I know my gastroparesis is EONS LESS severe than it was when it started.

Its just like. It still sucks barely eating for weeks and any eating hurting immensely and nonstop nausea for days and pain not lowering. Like a normal healthy person might snap from anger if they try to go 20 hours without eating, or crash and need to eat to keep going, or just be run down as fuck and justifiable if they barely do anything that day. But i go days like that and im expected to just appear fine and live life normally like im not worn down af and just desperate to not feel nausea and pain and i just really wanna eat again. Normally.