#i have so many ideas. my brain is so full

[nitewrighter]

Whenever I bring up meditation as a means of helping cope with my ADHD to other people with ADHD, it is always always always met with "I can't meditate, my brain won't let me, I can't sit still, I can't stop the thoughts." And it's like... I think part of the problem is that meditation is always presented as this magical solution rather than something you very much need to practice at, and the other part of the problem is that we frequently see meditation as a strict discipline that you have to jam yourself into rather than like... something you adapt for yourself, like a recipe. And we also just dismiss meditation as like, a monolith rather than looking into the fact that there are so many different types of meditation.

I also think there's a bit of an ADHD reflexive resistance to like... sitting with yourself. ADHD's prefrontal cortex issues means that ADHD peeps can frequently have problems with emotional regulation, and that can make sitting down and sorting through your feelings a very daunting idea. I have had guided meditation sessions where a soft-spoken podcast lady has gently said, "It is okay to feel your feelings" which have sent me into fits of sobs because... yeah. But like, again, that's part of meditation as a practice--sometimes you're gonna clean out your closet and you're gonna get overwhelmed by the giant pile of clothes you hate that you let sit in there for so long, but then you're gonna send them off to the secondhand store and you're gonna feel a lot better--meditation is basically the brain equivalent of that. That's literally why all the obnoxious yoga ladies are always saying "Let go of that which no longer serves you." That's what that means. It's clearing your desk. It's creating the space to process, and as with all things you do with ADHD, you're probably going to have to create a hybrid approach to make it work for you.

There are also going to be meditation sessions where you set a timer for yourself and then the timer goes off way sooner than you anticipated and you feel like you didn't actually get anywhere because you are Many Thoughts Head Full. That's okay! You set some time aside sort through part of the pile! It's a practice! You're not going to be Siddartha on the first try! Give yourself a day and come back to it!

[chvoswxtch]

It has been an expensive few weeks and despite being a very well educated scientist at a reputable institution, I make astoundingly little money. So I’d love to request a little action clip! I’m so taken with the idea of Frank just like casually stealing whatever money is lying around the place after he shoots up a mobsters joint and using it to help you with your bills 🤣

no bc why is living so expensive like where is the groupon for existing??

this one actually made me laugh bc I was thinking about in season 2 when he and amy go to that motel and he hands her that bloody wad of cash and she's like?? bitch what am I supposed to do with this??? and he's like???? pay for the motel dumbass

like he's so calm about it and truly does not give a fuck. he absolutely takes whatever money is lying around bc it's not like they're using it anymore 🤣 but ya know what, in this economy, vigilantism doesn't pay the bills (and neither does having a job apparently) so he's not wrong

blurb below the cut

the many saints of newark starring frank castle

The wad of cash that Frank pulled out and set on your dining table made your eyes widen. The faded green crumpled bills were speckled with what was undoubtedly blood. Staring up at Frank wide eyed, creases of confusion settled in your forehead.

“Where did you get this?”

“From someone that don’t need it no more.”

Frank shrugged off his jacket and walked over towards your kitchen, his heavy booted footsteps echoing on the worn wooden floor. You were still staring at him in incredulity. He’d just dropped what looked like a thousand dollars on your dining table with as much indifference as if he’d dropped a twenty dollar bill to cover take out for the two of you.

“Wha-, Frank, this is…what am I supposed to do with this?”

Frank turned his head to look at you over his shoulder, clearly perplexed by your question. Pursing his lips, he lightly scrunched up his nose and shrugged.

“Whatever you want. Get ahead on a few bills, buy some of that stuff that’s been sittin’ in your cart for weeks, save it, I don’t know. Your call.”

His casual behavior about the situation left you spiraling. You didn’t wanna know where this money had come from. You had an idea, but you didn’t need confirmation. 

“Frank…I can’t…shouldn’t we give this to the police?”

If he was perplexed before, he was full on confused now. He turned to face you fully, his expression twisted up like you’d just asked him the most ridiculous question.

“The hell would we do that for?”

“Well…because. It’s…I mean…isn’t it…like…”

“Sweetheart, it’s money. Money is money. Don’t matter where it came from or who had it. They ain’t got a use for it no more. Besides, better you have it and put it to good use than some crooked cop pocketin’ it, or it collectin’ dust in an evidence locker.”

Frank made a valid point. The logical part of your brain understood what he was saying. And it would definitely give you some breathing room, taking care of more than a few bills so that you could cut back a bit on how much you were working.

Sensing your confliction, Frank set the mug down on the counter and walked over towards you, lightly grasping your chin to get you to look at him.

“Look, only place that money is goin’ is in your bank account. Now either you can deposit it, or I’ll swipe your wallet and do it myself. But it ain’t goin’ nowhere else.”

You knew Frank wasn’t joking. And you knew you weren’t winning this argument. Letting out a quiet huff, you have him a pointed look.

“Yeah let me just stroll into my bank and hand them this bloody money. That won’t get me put on a watchlist.”

“For all they know the blood came from a papercut.”

Grabbing one of the bills and holding it up silently, as if to prove your point, you arched one of your brows. Frank glanced down at it, seeing the way crimson stained the faded green paper like confetti. Rolling his eyes, he swiped the bill and set it down on the table with the rest.

“For fucks sake, gimme your goddamn wallet.”

[cowgirlvi]

mdni, sub bottom!jinx, fem top!reader, vaginal sex, fingering, anal sex, slight painal, doggystyle, vulgar sorry

wc; 2,816

thinking about having anal sex with jinx for the first time. she loves the feeling of her pussy being stretched open, so naturally, she assumes she’ll feel the same way when you fuck your cock into her ass. she has an ass built for anal sex. it’s a perky little peach that fits perfectly in your hands, that looks so cute in the tiny panties she sleeps in.

after scrolling through reddit forums that discuss the ins and outs of anal sex, she finds herself obsessed with the thought of you filling up her second hole. how pleasurable it would feel, how intimate it would be. she doesn’t know how to bring it up to you, doesn’t know if that would be asking too much. she wonders if she should subconsciously put the idea in your brain so you bring it up yourself, but that would take time; weeks maybe. jinx doesn’t have weeks to spare, not when she wants your strap in her asshole now. besides, you always tell her that communication is key in a relationship.

but she can’t help herself when you’re fucking her pussy one day, loud plap sounds filling the room when your hips meet her ass. she’s arched like a cat, drooling onto your bedsheets, her jaw hanging open as she’s fucked stupid. you’re pulling on her blue braids and she loves the way it makes her scalp sting.

then you move her woven hair all into one hand, your palm sliding down her back to rest on her ass, kneading the plump fat. you can never get enough of the way her ass looks, especially when you’re filling up her pussy from behind, how it ripples and bounces when you slam into her.

”aghh! you’re f-fucking me— nghh— so hard,” jinx cries, her raspy voice is so whiny and cute. fuck, she drives you crazy. you feel completely mad, desperate to figure out how to make her pleasure even more intense.

you love how responsive she is whenever you touch her, how her eyes glaze over and roll back into her skull when she has her pussy filled in any type of way, how her tongue lolls out stupidly when she’s really losing her mind. you love the way her skin erupts in goosebumps and how her entire body trembles with the effort of keeping your strap inside her, never wanting you to leave.

”you look so good like— huuh, this,” you tell her, and you’re panting at the strength in which you’re fucking her. you hammer your hips against her, using your grip on her hair to keep her back arched obscenely.

you're so deep inside her; you wonder if your strap is kissing her cervix, or if you managed to get even farther than that.

you use your index and thumb to spread her cheeks apart, admiring the way her little fuckhole is stretched obscenely around your cock. her pussy is creamy and gushing and loud. then your eyes land on her pink, puckered rim. biting your lip, you wonder how tight she is in her second hole.

and without even thinking, your thumb is circling her asshole while you fuck her, stimulating her in so many different ways— in ways she’s never felt before, except by her own fingers. she’s surprised to say the least; she hadn’t even started her subliminal message plan on you yet.

”please!” she cries meekly.

”hmm?” 

”put your finger in my ass— ahh! i need it so bad,” and jinx sounds like she’s about to start sobbing out of frustration.

you groan, surprised and unbelievably turned on. your heart rate increases, pounding at the thought of being inside her tight little asshole, your nails biting into her skin. “god, baby, are you sure?”

instead of answering, she face-plants into your bedsheets, bringing her hands back to her asscheeks. she digs her nails deeply into her flesh until it turns red while holding herself open. her asshole is on full display, the pink rim twitching like it needs to be filled. 

you pound into her with renewed vigor, flesh slapping against flesh filling your bedroom lewdly. you’ve never felt so horny before, so pussydrunk.

you collect the juices from her pussy on your digit, then you slowly sink your index finger inside her and her ass sucks you in greedily. you moan gutturally and gasp at how velvety and warm she feels in her second hole, at the way her ass is massaging your finger. “how are all your holes so needy, baby?”

you can’t believe how much you lucked out, how every single one of her holes is just desperate to be stretched and used. you’re pumping the tip of your index finger in and out of jinx’s tight asshole, as you continue pounding into her dripping pussy from behind. she’s like a furnace inside, a stark contrast to how freezing her pale skin always is.

she has full-body shivers, huffing and gasping, fucking back against you with newfound determination.

”how does it feel, sweetheart?” you wonder, curling the tip of your finger every now and again.

”good— uhh! it feels so good,” she keens. she’s still obediently holding her ass open for you. you push your finger inside her entirely to the first knuckle, dizzy with the way the digit disappears inside her ass. it’s both intimate and extremely vulgar. 

”yeah? you like when i stuff both your holes full?” you hum and jinx mewls, nodding enthusiastically.

“yes, fuck my ass— hnggf! i want y-your cock, uuuh, in my ass,” she sobs.

“jinx—!”

you can’t handle her dirty mouth anymore; you come instantly, your lips falling open in a silent scream. you’re twitching and jerking your hips against her ass uncontrollably. your thrusts are uncoordinated and deep, really grinding the base of the strap against your clit— which, in turn, vibrates against her cervix.

jinx orgasms as well, the little minx squirting on your cock in euphoria. she lets out an ungodly wail, louder than you’ve ever heard before, and you suddenly wish she was laying on her back so you could see what her face looks like in this moment. you imagine her face is the perfect picture of debauched ecstasy, her tongue lolling out and panting like a dog, tears and drool streaming down her face— reminiscent of a porn star.

you collapse forward on top of her, the strap slipping free from her cunt with your index finger. you lay across her slim back, immobile and buzzing. she sighs contently, bringing her hand back to rub her fingers across your head. her long nails scratch against your scalp and tangle in strands of hair. this feels nice, you think you could fall asleep like this, passed out in utter bliss— except, jinx is pushing you off of her.

you groan in question, falling onto your back beside her. your strap is still fastened around your hips and it springs up like a jack-in-the-box. you feel too lazy to take it off right now.

“quick, stretch out my ass.”

“huh?”

jinx bends across your bed, her hand reaching around in your bedside drawer for the bottle of lube you purchased in the past. the battle is sealed shut, never having to use it previously because jinx’s pussy is always so remarkably wet. “you should probably get three fingers inside me.”

“what— you mean right now?” you ask dumbly. you’re surprised by how lucid she is— but when she puts her mind to something, she always follows through.

her voice becomes shrill, “yes, now! how much longer are you going to make me wait?!”

so, after what felt like hours of stretching jinx open— of playing with her heart-shaped ass and managing to make her come two more times— your fingers are cramped up and you finally deemed her hole ready for your cock.

your strap is completely drenched in lube, resting on her ass as if you’re measuring how deep it’ll go inside her. you kneed her cheeks, building further anticipation in her gut. it’s a promise of what's to come, a teasing hint of the deep, stretching pleasure that you’re going to inflict on her. jinx’s pretty pink asshole is clenching around nothing, hungry and waiting.

you grab the thick base of your strap and rub the fat head teasingly over her tight hole. the flared tip pushes against the clenched ring of muscle, not yet breaching it, just applying a maddening amount of pressure. jinx writhes beneath you, trying to push her hips back so your cock slips inside her hole, but she’s too tight to do it all by herself.

you know that you’re pushing her to the very brink of sanity with your teasing administrations and torturously slow pace. you take your time, leisurely trailing your fingers along the curves of her ass, kneading and squeezing the firm globes as if you have all the time in the world. you’re waiting for jinx to beg for it, to scream in frustration— and predictably, she does.

”just— put it in already!”

you part her small cheeks wide with your hands, exposing her fluttering, twitching hole to the cool air of the room, and she shudders, a full-body tremble that starts at the base of her spine and radiates upwards.

"fuckk, look at this greedy little asshole," you murmur. your voice is a dark, sinful rumble as you lean in to trace the rim of her entrance with the tip of your finger.

“ugh, shut up!” she groans, embarrassed— but she clearly likes the way you’re talking to her at the same time, because she eagerly pushes her ass against you for more. and it’s intoxicating, the power you hold over jinx in this moment; the way you can reduce your strong, fierce girlfriend to a needy, wanton mess with just a few well-placed touches and dirty words.

growing serious, you say, “you ready f’me, baby?” and you rub your palm down her back lovingly. you squirt more lube onto both the dildo and jinx’s hole. it’s a sticky, squelching mess.

”obviously,” she answers monotone. you scoff, swatting at her ass for her attitude, but you know her defensiveness is just a coping mechanism, a way to hide the vulnerability she's feeling in this moment. you don’t mind, not really. it’s just a small stumbling block on the path to the ecstasy that awaits you both.

then you line up your strap with her hole. the head of your cock pops past the shiny, cherry-red rim of her asshole. jinx hisses, gripping at your bedsheets with earnest. the head is inside her and it feels like so much already. she spasms, glitches, and tries to run away from your strap, tries to make the head slip back out.

”noo, sweetheart. stay still and relax, okay?” you instruct, and she muffles a sob in the bedsheets but obeys you all the same. you hold onto her wide hips and pull her further onto your cock— an inch, then another, then another, until you’re halfway inside her. you go slowly, giving her lithe body time to adjust to the thick, foreign intrusion stretching her open. jinx mewls the entire time, trembling like she’s out in the dead of winter.

”mmffuck!” she gasps, thoroughly speechless.

you swear you can feel her clenching heat, every flutter, every spasm, every desperate attempt she makes to adjust to the intense stretch of being filled so completely. it’s intoxicating, knowing that you’re the one causing such exquisite pleasure and discomfort, such delicious agony.

“shh, baby. just breathe," you coo, rubbing soothing circles on the small of her back as you continue to sink into her, inch by torturous inch. "you’re doing so good, sweetheart. taking it so well, mmm.”

jinx can only whimper in response, her raspy voice breaking, cracking as she tries to process the overwhelming sensations consuming her. it’s too much, too fucking much, and also not nearly enough. she feels split open, stretched to the limit, and yet her body keeps trying to adjust, keeps trying to accommodate your thick length.

when you’re finally buried inside her to the hilt, you pause, just letting jinx feel how full her second hole is— and you’re rocking your hips slowly, grinding against her abused walls.

”ahhh!” she keens when you leisurely pull out an inch, then carefully slide back inside to the hilt. it feels different from when you fuck her pussy; it’s harder to move and she gripping you so tightly that it’s harshly grinding against your clit. you can barely believe that you’re really inside her peachy ass.

”how does it feel, baby?” you wonder, keeping a slow rhythm. her ass bounces lightly against your abdomen. you trace one of your fingertips around her stretched rim, your pussy clenching around nothing at the sight. her rim is swollen, it’s red like cherries, and you want to lick it.

she hisses through her teeth again and says, “it— mmf! it hurts, it hurts— ahh, b-but i like it.”

your head falls back, morning debauched into the open air. you’re so turned on by the thought that jinx will take anything you give her, no matter how much it hurts, no matter how much it overwhelms her. “you’re so slutty— ungh! so desperate for cock— and you need it, don’t you? need to be filled all the time.”

”yes, yes! need you all the time, please—“

you’re still leisurely thrusting into her but every time you bottom out, you conclude your administrations with a sudden, harsh pound into her hole. it makes her scream every time, it makes jinx claw at the bedsheets like a misbehaving cat. 

your own eyesight appears hazy, you feel drunk, electricity is buzzing underneath your skin. jinx presses her hips back against you with hopelessness, wanting you to go faster despite how much it’s hurting her. your cock plunges into her with obscene slushy sounds, using her for your own amusement.

“oh, janna—! mmph,” jinx moans as you thrust deep inside her. the room is noisy between your panting, heavy breaths, the way jinx is mewling and crying, and the loud wetness of her asshole taking your cock.

“you’re such a princess, babe. you should, ahh, be paying me for taking such good care of you,” you say teasingly.

jinx moans whorishly, embarrassed by the thought of how much work it is to keep her little holes satisfied. she’s ashamed of how utterly wanton she sounds, but she can't help it, can't stop the debauched noises spilling from her candy-red lips. she feels like she's losing her mind, like her entire world has narrowed down to only the feeling of your strap plunging in and out of her.

”you like that? you’d pay anyone just to have your holes filled, wouldn’t you?”

”fuck no, no— anghh, only you!”

her body is drawn tight like a bowstring, her legs trembling like that of a baby deer’s. she’s so humiliated by how desperately she craves your touch, your cock, your everything. but she can't deny it, can't hide it, not with the way her body is betraying her, the way her abused hole is clenching and fluttering so visibly.

you’re hardly moving inside her— it’s difficult to, with how tight she is— but even that is so immensely stimulating for her hole; it’s enough to build her orgasm in her lower abdomen. the skin of her thighs is glistening with her own sweat, pussy juice, and lube overflowing from her ass.

her greedy pussy is already starting to ripple and quake around nothing; jinx’s second hole grips harshly onto the thick shaft invading her insides. she knows she’s getting close, and you know it too, you can see it in the way she’s struggling to hold herself up, how the muscles in her back are twitching.

you pull your cock out of her entirely all of a sudden. jinx lifts her head, glancing back at you over her shoulder, her pink irises mixed with confusion and something akin to anger. before she can voice her displeasure, you’re quick to shove the entire thing back inside her in one sharp thrust— it’s the dirtiest squelching sound you’ve heard her hole make this entire time— and that’s what does it for her; the feeling of being so empty one second and then immensely full the next.

”holy shiiit, baby— aghhff!” she wails, toes curling against the bedsheets and she tosses her head back, blue braids whipping behind her. jinx’s back arches sharply, her spine a perfect, rigid line of tension as pleasure zings up and down her nerves like she was shocked by electricity. she’s flinching at how over-sensitive her asshole feels by now. her pale skin is completely covered in goosebumps.

it feels like she comes for hours by the time she’s finished.

taglist; @agoodgirlsguidetomakingmencry

[dearcervus]

I’ve been thinking about the idea of you strapping me down to an exam table to keep me from moving at all, with an extra strap around my hips to really keep me from struggling, before using a bunch of different toys on me to test my results.

Once you find the one that gets the biggest reaction out of me, you use it over and over to see how many times you can get me to cum. If it’s an external toy, you’ve of course got to make sure I’m stuffed full while you use it, and maybe abuse play with my nipples a bit while you’re at it. It’ll make the overstimulation even more unbearably good

Don’t stop until I can’t take it. Until then, just talk down to me sweetly but condescendingly as you note every little thing. Who knows, maybe it could be used for reference in the future…

-🌲

Awww how lovely… you’re such a willing little experiment aren’t you? You just want me to use your pretty body until your brain melts out of your ears hmm? I’d be more than happy to… I’d love to test out every single toy in my lab on you… making you cum over and over while you struggle against your restraints, even though you know there’s nothing you can do to escape the overwhelming pleasure. You’d look so cute whimpering and whining while my machine fucks you with every toy I have… I’d love to just tease you with my gloves while your cute hole gets pounded.. gently pulling on and rubbing your nipples… maybe putting some clamps on them to hear you whine and gasp. Telling you what a good patient you are while I absolutely ruin you… how perfect 🖤

[notacluedo]

Jeremy is so brave bc if I saw Jean doing up his gloves with his teeth it would’ve been over for me

[al-luviec]

went crazy while drawing this

[obsob]

here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud!!

✷(print shop)✷

[xestria]

[Demon AU] Corrupted Angel Vash who’s slowly turning into a demon and Exorcist Wolfwood who uses taboo practices for his job. 

[honeyhotteoks]

really playing around with turning some of these random loose fic ideas i’ve had into just smutty bullet style fics but i know that’s like…. first not what i normally write and second like…. do people like those? i feel so out of touch with the fic readership in this fandom bc im so in my own bubble of writing long ass big romances but like….. if you guys saw the sheer number of drafts on my computer

[spreadwardiard]

Hi my name is Ed and my favorite tfp trope is when orion pax and optimus are two entirely separate people with different motivations and desires. Whether they are housed together in the same frame or are entirely 2 separate mechs for whatever reason, i eat this trope up. Especially when theres megop in the mix omg.

[mediumgayitalian]

omg your Apollo cabin table how did you come up with so many backgrounds and personalities??? 😩

i don't KNOW they were just all there. i feel like the series implied these huge losses but never went over them....talking about the crowded apollo table....will going from this young kid to head medic....i feel in my heart that there was a proper loss in that cabin. a whole crew of archers and a full infirmary. gone.

[r0zzk1ll]

"this man, is weird.. CRAZY weird.." "he was always very bright.."

[emily-mooon]

Taking Neil’s quote of “I like fish” and giving it a whole new meaning

[cakesmelons]

With the powers I've been granted as a creator and owner of this very wonderful and logical rizz tl I have declared shattered joined the battle! I mean harem... so— Epic is such a rizzler he traveled through godam timelines to find a new bitch ..harem member?

Even funnier, I mean more fun, this Shattered killed his own Cross and Epic during the chaotic moments of his corruption ;3 ISN'T THAT FUN? 👁️w👁️

Shattered needs time processing the oddly reindeer like skeleton is similar to the oddly skeleton like reindeer.... I'm sure he'll be fine. Dream needs time to process there's another him— also u know the tension(problems?? I'm learning words gimme a sec) between Error and the Dreamtale twins? It's even worse between him and shattered... just how many times have they held shattered back from killing Error?

Shattered isn't like all that great around the harem.. and a little odd around the reindeer because despite that rizz he's still an oddly reindeer like skeleton similar to the oddly skeleton like reindeer. Aand a little protective over his not brother brother, Nightmare because of should be obvious reasons... But he's having a better time... at least he isnt eternally suffering anymore :( **proceeds to make him suffer more/....j ☺️

[sanchoyoscribbles]

the graphic novel release reminded me I do have a dp oc that ive been severely neglecting. im so sry ms chérie I still love u 😔🫶

[sysig]

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