#i am going to climb that man

[geniemillies]

it's that time again when i get possessed and draw tamlin during ungodly hours. so i shall present thee.. shirtless tamlin 🤲

my lil process too!

[karlachismylife]

I just know Gaz is so fucking good at rock climbing. He's just built perfectly for it, he's got the endurance, the flexibility, the grip, the core strength, the agility, the arm spread, he's not too bulky and heavy like Soap or Ghost, his height gives him quite a lot of advantages (even though sometimes there are trails for us hobbits, but mostly being tall helps). Price could probably give him a run for his money, but since I headcanon that Price has seriously fucked up his spine and joints, especially in his fingers, he might be held back by this. Also I feel like Kyle has the best endurance out of all four of them, so he does extremely well on the long ones. He's also got that magical ability to be able to take a rest at the tiniest little handle, like literally catches himself with two toes and a pinch on a non-existent bump in the rock and relaxes as if he's lounging on a beach, all muscles resting before the upcoming difficult few meters.

Also he's one of those who will climb even in slippers, just because he gotta flex like that.

No I'm not drooling over his fingers wrapped in that tape in places where he ripped calluses off, you are.

Also this was induced by a SoapGaz thought where Gaz runs Soap through some intensive training on the climbing walls and enjoys the view of all that muscle bulk flexing and rippling as Soap struggles to find his balance and makes mistakes in dispersing his weight which limits his reach. He's so tense, he can barely slur his Scottish nonsense out, sweat streaming down the dip of his spine and soaking his tank top through.

When he finally falls of the wall after reaching the top handle, his fingers are shaking and he needs Kyle's help to untie the harness knot. Wipes his forehead, leaving a white streak of magnesia stuck to the wet skin, and huffs and grumbles about how he'll still beat Kyle's PR one day.

Gaz won't let him, of course. But he won't stop Johnny from trying either, because after that he gets to massage all those sore muscles Soap didn't even know existed, and listen to him groan as he shamelessly leaks into his boxers. Because why wouldn't Soap get off the post-gym muscle strain, really. And why wouldn't Gaz enjoy watching him get painfully hard and sensitive from barely sexual touch, exploding into his mouth as soon as Kyle wraps his lips around Soap's tip.

[tititilani]

Never let anyone say peer pressure doesn't work because I'm currently 2.5k deep in that Simon takes Edwin's offer fic that I said I didn't have time for, oops.

[bizlybebo]

some1 tell me something to write/draw

[ratmonky]

Laid and Paid

warnings: non-con, mild violence, choking

word count: 1.9k

ao3 link

literally couldn't leave it as a warm up so turned it into a fic as soon as i was free again lmao

Taking a sip from your coffee, you smiled at the taste. You had been trying not to drink coffee as much as you did and now, when you drank some once in a while, it made you truly savor the taste. You took a bite from your sweet snack of the day to wash off the slight bitterness of your coffee and prepared yourself for the next sip of your coffee.

However before you could take another sip, you heard a knock on your door. You weren’t expecting anyone but you didn’t have the luxury of ignoring whoever had come all this way to knock at your door either, so you wiped your mouth and walked out of your living room to the entrance of your apartment. 

You stood in front of the tall shoe cupboard that had a mirror on its door to fix your clothes. That was when the person knocked on the door again. Your eyes slowly fell on the stack of money you had next to the cupboard, it wasn’t exactly the day for the collection. The old man always arrived exactly at eight in the morning on Mondays.

The knocking broke you out of your trance, you turned and opened the door. You had a smile on your lips, something that happened instinctively at this point from working at the register for so long. “Hello?” you greeted, looking at the tall man with dark clothing. He had a rough look on him and you didn’t know him but he looked suave from the way he was dressed.

“(name)?” he asked.

Well, it seemed like he knew you.

Your smile faltered hesitantly, “Yes?”

He took a step forward, putting his hand on the door and grabbing it from over your head. “Time to pay.”

He was tall, dressed in dark, rough features and sideburns, he looked terrifying now.

The color drained from your face but you forced yourself to not look as scared, you spoke, “The money is not ready.”

He looked down at you and you stood there, feeling smaller than ever.

“I-...” You took a deep breath to calm your nerves. “I don’t get my payment until Monday morning, this week’s money will be missing but I have it ready otherwise and-”

He pushed the door open and you stumbled back in fear, he walked through the door frame and closed the door behind himself. He was quiet which only made your anxiety go wild, you could imagine every scenario that could happen at this moment and you knew every single ending was worse than the other.

“You’ll pay the money,” he said and watched you nod frantically as you were still taking steps back to get away. He paused and took off his shoes as if he wasn’t intruding on your home. He took a step forward to close the distance between the two of you and abruptly grabbed you by the throat, slamming you against the wall. “Where is the rest of the money then?”

The impact of the slam made you bite your tongue and the pain spread through your nerves like lightning. You let out a pained mewl and your hands went to his hand, grabbing him by the wrist. “I-I don’t have it.”

“Is the place rented?” he asked. 

“Y-yes…”

“Then it’s better to pay off your debts than to pay your rent a little later, don’t you think?” His grip started to tighten and you lifted your chin up in horror, realizing that he was going to actually choke you. 

“Please,” you said, it was the easiest word to come out. “I have the money-”

He squeezed the sides of your neck hard enough to make your mouth pop open from the pressure. You couldn’t move your jaw either. Just how strong was he?

“You don’t pay off the debt and you keep making up excuses, do you not understand who you owe money to?” He looked almost too disinterested as he lifted you up by the neck until you were on tiptoes. It was just a normal day for him.

You couldn’t speak anymore, you wished you could, you wanted to beg him for mercy. Spare your life. However, you felt his hand on your chest, groping your tits. You wanted to look down to confirm because you thought you were imagining it but the faint smirk on his lips was more than enough to confirm. 

“You should look into other job options,” he said, “I’m sure they’ll help you pay your debt faster.” He paused for a moment, “Your dad’s debt,” he corrected. 

You were too busy feeling like you were going to faint from how tight he was grabbing your neck. The circulation to your head was gone and you were seeing white spots in your vision, your eyes could pop out of your skull at any given moment if he squeezed only a tad bit tighter.

He gave your tit a squeeze, kneading the mold of flesh over your shirt. Once satisfied he let his hand slide down and inside your pants, you struggled but he had one hand wrapped tight around your neck, you could feel your own pulse in your temple now, everything felt so hot and you squinted your eyes shut in frustration.

You wanted to scream but you were losing your strength with every passing second, you didn’t want to lose consciousness... yet.

He cupped your pussy, rubbing his fingers along your slit and speaking in that monotone voice, "Playing dead won't work."

You opened your eyes, glaring at the man with sideburns. He glared back at you with his lips slightly curled upward. He pushed his foremost fingers inside your cunt without breaking eye contact.

Your brows furrowed and you parted your lips in surprise, his fingers were long and rough. He reached deeper than you ever could.

"This is what happens if your daddy doesn't pay his debt," he said, forefingers drumming on your walls while his thumb is pressed on your clit. "You'll get humiliated and overpowered."

Your fingers tried digging under the hand he had wrapped around your neck, you were getting too lightheaded now. The man was too strong and he was incapable of realizing how weak you were.

You tried moving your legs and it pissed him off, he curled his fingers inside you and forced his knee between your legs on the wall, he spread your legs wider with the help of his knee and looked at you with rage. 

"Stay still," he warned and you looked at him helplessly, wanting to beg him to let you go, to at least stop using this much force but he was large, he was brute and he was a Yakuza. You didn’t get to choose how to be treated by Yakuza. You know he wouldn't mind killing you and that was why you were okay with doing whatever he wanted as long as it didn’t cost you your life. 

His fingers started moving in and out of you at an achingly slow pace, he was watching your face closely, eyes devoid of any emotion. You couldn’t tell if he was aroused or curious or enjoying how ashamed you looked. It made tears fill your eyes and you refused to cry, you pressed your lips into a thin line and sniffled. 

He raised a brow at your reaction and decidedly loosened his hand around your neck. You felt the sudden rush of blood returning to your head and immediately your vision was better and you could think again. but not for long.

The man grabbed you by the back of your head and wrapped his hand around your hair to keep you in place this time. Your hands went to your hair this time, and you cried in pain.

"Tell your dad to pay the debt," he said and forced you to look up at him from an uncomfortable angle. His eyes were half-lidded now, and a faint smirk tugged at his lips. “If you know you can’t handle it yourself.”

"He’s got no money," you told him, voice shaky. “He’s sick.” He didn’t care for your sob story. He made that obvious by rubbing a short circle around your clit. You bit back a moan to continue talking, "Please mister..." you looked up at him with your puppy eyes, begging for mercy.

That struck a chord but not the one you wanted. 

He clashed his lips onto yours and his fingers moved quickly in and out of you. He pressed you into the wall while viciously rubbing himself on you. 

He bit your lip hard enough to make you bleed and when you opened your mouth in pain, he pushed his tongue in, forcing you to savor his taste with your blood.

Your hands went to his chest, and you tried to push him away, that made him angry.

He reached a certain spot that made you powerless again and you clutched on his leather coat to pull him closer instead, you felt him smile into the rough kiss before pulling away to focus on fingerfucking you hard enough to make you hold onto him for support.

Then his thumb pressed on your clit and his fingers started massaging your walls until you were a mess, his crotch rubbed on you hard, deliberately and you could feel his large bulge throbbing in need despite that he was waiting patiently until your legs started to shake uncontrollably and you lost all of your strength to stand by yourself.

He unwrapped your hair from his hand and wrapped that arm around you to hold you up. He was strong enough to hold you up with one arm’s strength, you tried not to think about how many people he potentially hurt with his strong arms.

He removed his hand from your panties and brought it up to his face. His fingers were coated with clear fluid, it was shiny and inviting. He opened his mouth to have a taste but he stopped when his phone rang. 

He knows that it was his grandpa from the ringtone itself. 

He quickly wiped the clear gold on his pants and grabbed his phone out of his coat pocket. He answered the call while you were still trying to collect yourself. 

"Yes. I'll be there. Yes, I'm done. Yeah, I warned them. Okay... no, I'll come myself. Okay. See you."

He hung up the phone and put you down on the floor of your apartment. He stood up and fixed his clothes while looking at himself in the mirror of your tall shoe cupboard at the entrance. He ran a hand through his hair and your eyes met momentarily while he was smiling at himself.

You watched while still swimming in bliss, you were not sure why he stood there to look at you, maybe he was admiring how much he humiliated you. You could tell from the faint smile on his face that he was satisfied.

"I won't be as kind next week," he warned, his scary expression returning as he caught a glimpse of something and grabbed the stack of money you had prepared next to the cupboard, the same one you were going to give to him before he forced his way inside instead of talking at the door. "Make sure to have the money ready next time."

He didn’t wait for your answer and left your apartment. You hoped you could give him the money before he assaulted you next time.

[deus-ex-mona]

monachan haul has arrived ✨safely✨

[junewild]

local girl forgets what a heelhook is 13 times in a row

[itsbinghebitch]

the fact that moonlight chicken makes me feel so at home in a place i've never visited should be fucking illegal

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Just applied for a summer childcare position (like for a camp type thing) that pays 20–28 dollars an hour based on qualifications (I should be towards the end of that scale because I work in a school; and the only requirement the job lists is to be 16 and have experience with children). So hopefully they’ll consider me. That would be wonderful.

[skunkes]

If you were truly an abandoned project like you say. You wouldn't care so much. Even in your comic you mention you being worse for "the next person" you already are thinking of another person. That's not a bad thing. You're young. And by God you have some fire in you. I hope you become happier with yourself. I hope good things happen to you and the people around you will cheer for it. -💛🦭

thank u... im actually flopping between it rn... though i know i dont have the actual power to decide to be done with it, bc life is full of unexpected events, and i am young, but my line of thinking was, well because it would be so much more of a hassle for a next person, its best to just remove that hassle from the "market" completely lol...

but its out of my hands in either direction. i already wasnt expecting much as just the one time was such a rarity. now its just made the whole ordeal much much more difficult for all parties...aroo...anyway thanks again

[dandyshucks]

this is making me SICK IN THE HEAD I TELL YOU. ARE YOU KIDDING MEEEEE WHYS THIS SO CUTE. HELP ME. I THINK I HAUVE COUVID....

[baejax-the-great]

What was your most disappointing read? I'm not even necessarily saying the worst, just the one that fell short of expectations

I'm pretty quick to DNF when a book isn't vibing, but one I recently read to completion for apparently no reason was Remarkably Bright Creatures.

This book was sold as a kind of quirky and touching exploration of a widow's friendship with a pacific octopus. It was actually about a 30 something year old man who sucked deeply in every way and yet somehow we were supposed to be rooting for him (like imagine the stereotypical reddit boyfriend who everyone is calling a manbaby. Yeah.). And also it was just unrelentingly boring. Like I honestly had to look up the book even to write this response because I remember thinking "what the fuck, how is this so highly rated, when does it get good/poignant/meaningful/worth the time wasted" (it simply did not), but not any specific plot points. And I read this book like... two months ago? one?

[eosofspades]

okay so maybe it was just me being ahead of the curve or whatever but like. did anyone else have their ultimate misery / severe depression era during middle school instead of high school?

[volfoss]

The fact I'm 20% through this book and like maybe 3 things have happened at most... We are SO back in Anne Rice exposition dump hell forever and ever

[wlwgang]

TOM BLYTH WHITE BOY OF THE FUCKING YEAR

[babygirlcowboy]

Guy at the bank was a fucking asshole 25 year old but I still got everything I needed to done so 👍