#i know id react the same way in their position

[brainrotcharacters]

no because Wade really rizzed up that one TVA agent with the coffee cup 😭 have mercy on the poor closeted circle man, wilson. Only the barest of minimum efforts was put into flustering that one tva agent sorry

[sunonyoreface]

One Cot - Simon “Ghost” Riley

Hi there, this story is a one shot about Simon Riley. I haven’t played COD before and I don’t know much about his character, but I love the thought of tough men being soft.

Summary: You help Ghost on a cold night and he returns the favour.

Word count: 2398

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Warnings: none, fluff.

Crews like task force 141 aren’t the type to pack extra cots. They don’t need them. Because crews like 141 don’t make a habit of bringing home extra bodies. There’s only ever one scenario when they have extra cots. Luckily for them, tonight’s not one of those nights.

For me, however, that means another night on the floor with my ankle cuffed to the bottom of one of their cots in case I try to run.

 Although I’m deemed non-violent, I’m also a flight risk. According to them at least.

 According to me, I have no clue where we are or how I’d even survive away from them. I’ve got no money, no ID, no map or compass, or even the slightest clue how I’d escape. Regardless, the cuffs stay on.

 My wrists face the same fate. But my hands are free enough to rake them through my damp hair, working them through the tangles. It’s a soothing feeling of normalcy in this strange place.

 In his cot on the other side of the room, Soap waits for one of the other boys to return from the showers and trade off babysitting duty.

 One thing I can say is that chivalry is not dead, because they allowed me to shower first. Not that it matters all that much. There’s no hot water anyway so there isn’t much of a benefit in going first. But it’s the thought that counts.

 Ghost is the first one back. It’s strange not seeing him wear layers upon layers of tactical gear. Instead, he only wears dark jeans and a black henley. And the balaclava too. I’ve yet to see him take it off. I wouldn’t be surprised if he showered with it on. I don’t know that the other guys have seen him take it off either. They make comments sometimes, little jabs and jokes about how it never comes off. Ghost hardly notices though. Or maybe I should say hardly reacts. He’s stoic through it all, preventing any emotions from breaking through.

 Soap leaves without a word. They understand their positions. So well, that half the time I think they’re communicating through their thoughts.

 Ghost places a duffel bag on the cot I’m cuffed to. I sit cross-legged on a blanket on the floor as he ruffles through it.

 His strong form towers over me two feet away. Ghost doesn’t make eye contact as I watch him search through the bag. He’s less threatening without the bulky gear and a gun in his hand. But that mask is still terrifying enough to find its way into your dreams.

 However, it's not the mask that sets me on edge around Ghost, it’s his eyes. They’re cold and unwavering, giving away nothing. They’re the eyes of a killer. Of someone who enjoys inflicting pain. Of someone whose been in so much pain himself, his only release is passing it on to others.

 He hasn’t bothered me that much since my first day with them all. Back when he was ready to put me down like a lame horse. I was a loose end that needed to be tied up. Still am, if I’m being honest. Price stopped him, but if it was up to Ghost, I’d have been dead for days now. Even now, I’m sure part of him wants to kill me knowing it’s the more logical option. But until then, he’s under orders to keep me alive.

 “Anyone ever tell you that you’ve got a staring problem?” His rough voice breaks the silence. He rarely acknowledges me so for him to speak up must mean I’ve struck a nerve. My mouth suddenly feels dry.

 “Just you,” I say. “Sorry.”

 But I don’t look away. I continue to watch him search through the bag. I don’t know what he’s looking for but he can’t seem to find it. The tight sleeves of the Henley hug his strong arms. Even through the fabric, I can see the defined lines of his muscles. His posture is nearly perfect and his movements could almost be considered robotic.

 “What’re you looking for?” He doesn’t seem like the type of person to misplace his things.

 “Nothing,” he responds bluntly.

 “Maybe it fell behind the cot. I can check for you?” I offer.

 “Negative.”

 “Are you sure beca-“

 “Stop talking, y/n,” he snaps. I flinch at his response. As he says this he finally makes eye contact with me and I regret ever looking at him. There’s an anger in his eyes that no man I’ve ever met has been able to match. A deep-rooted hatred for the world and all of its inhabitants. It’s not a look that you’re born with. It’s one that’s carved from years of pain and betrayal. He’s witnessed the type of things that would break most people. The intensity of his gaze is too much. I break eye contact to stare at the floor.

 Fine. I won’t try to help.

 I lean against the cement wall and try to think about anything else. I press my hands to the inside of my thighs in an attempt to warm them up.

 When they found me I was only in ripped shorts and a ratty tank top with nothing else to my name.

 Since then some of the men spared me a set of long johns, a long sleeve shirt, and a pair of thick socks. I’m not allowed shoes in case I try and take off. It’s better than what I had but the warehouse is cold and the cement floor seems to suck out any heat my body produces.

 Ghost angrily zips up the duffel bag and tosses it on the floor at the other end of the cot. I watch the bag skid for a foot before finally coming to a stop.

 He climbs onto the cot with a dissatisfied grunt. Ghost sleeps with his head on the far side of the cot and his feet at the end I’m cuffed to. He doesn’t take his shoes off. None of them do. In fact, I’m surprised he isn’t sleeping with more gear on. Some days they’ll all sleep in their tactical gear as if they’re waiting to be attacked. Part of me is relieved they don’t feel as though that’s a threat tonight.

 I can hear voices echo down the halls. Some of the others must be done in the showers.

 I lie down on my makeshift bed: a pillow and a blanket that I fold in half to act as a mattress and duvet.

 When I lie down, however, something shiny catches my eye under Ghost’s cot.

 It’s a tiny chain. A necklace.

 On my hands and knees, I crawl under his cot to grab the necklace.

 “What’re you doing?” Ghost mumbles above me. I hear him shift his weight against the rough canvas fabric.

 When I back out from under the cot, he’s sitting with his legs off the edge. Suspiciously eyeing my movements. His right hand is in one of his pant pockets probably wrapped around a knife in case I try something.

 I kneel in front of the bed beside his legs. My damp hair clings to my neck and the tip of my nose is red and cold.

 I raise the chain up to Ghost. His eyes latch on immediately.

 “Is this it?” I ask. He eyes me suspiciously. I see him searching for any signs of deceit. Maybe I lied to him and hid the chain from him. Maybe I pickpocketed him before he went to shower. But I didn’t do any of those things. I hold his eye contact this time. His brows soften ever so slightly. It seems to be enough.

 Ghost doesn’t say anything. Instead, he simply grabs the chain from my hand. His fingers brush against my palm as he scoops it up. He examines it a moment before slipping it over his neck and tucking it under his shirt.

 I don’t know why but I was hoping for a thank you. Or at least an acknowledgment that I’d helped. But Ghost remains silent. At the same time, the voices reach the room. Roach and Gaz round the corner from the hallway.

 At their entrance, I turn back to my makeshift bed and pretend to sleep. It’s not that I don’t like them - although I don’t, in fact, I don’t like any of them - but I don’t have the energy for more questions from them tonight.

 I hear Ghost shift in his cot and it seems our thoughts are on the same track.

 As hard as I try, sleep doesn’t come. They shut off the main lights over an hour ago, yet I still haven’t calmed down enough to drift off. It doesn’t help that I can’t stop shivering from the cold.

 The warehouse remains utterly silent except for the light snores and breathing of the men. Only the emergency lights fill the corners of the room with dim, orange light. They’re almost comforting in a way.

 I pull the single blanket tighter around my shoulders and ball up even smaller if that’s possible, but nothing helps. My bones shake and my teeth rattle. If only I had another blanket.

 The cot next to me creaks as Ghost shifts in his sleep. It creaks some more and then I notice he’s sitting up.

 Ghost spares a glance in my direction as he rummages through his pocket for something.

 Something silver glints in the light and I realize it’s a key. He wordlessly tosses it in my direction and by some stroke of luck, I catch it mid-air.

 It’s the key to the cuffs. I spare an uneasy glance in his direction. He wants me to uncuff myself?

 Ghost doesn’t react. Instead, he watches as I process my thoughts, as I push through my weariness and unlock my ankles first before freeing my wrists.

 I reach to pass the key back to him but instead of grabbing the key, his large hand wraps completely around my wrist and tugs me in close.

 I’m face to face with him as his other hand wraps around my jaw so I can’t pull away.

 “If you try to run, I’ll kill you,” his low voice is barely above a whisper. The edge to his tone makes the threat feel all the more real.

 “Okay,” I nod in response. My heart is racing and I feel the blood rush to my cheeks.

 “Come here. Bring your blanket,” he motions to the cot. I spare a glance at the narrow bed. Surely he doesn’t want to share it with me? There’s barely enough room for one person let alone two.

 “I don’t know,” I whisper back as though it’s an option. I don’t know where he’s going with this suggestion and I don’t think I trust him.

 “That’s an order, y/n,” his response does nothing to ease my soul, but I grab my blanket anyway and crawl onto the cot.

 It’s now he notices my hesitancy. How I purposely leave space between us on the bed. That I’m unsure of why he wants me up here. The fogginess of his intentions.

 “I can't sleep with the sound of your teeth rattling in my ears all night,” nothing changes in my expression so he tries again, his tone softer this time. “You’re safe, y/n. I’m safe. Nothing’s going to happen.”

 I sigh in relief but don’t say anything in response. He knows.

 “C’mere,” he lifts the blanket for me to slide in. The warmth immediately welcomes me into the space.

 The cot is more narrow than a twin mattress and leaves little to no wiggle room for two people. I’m pressed tightly into Ghost's chest as his arm wraps around my waist, pulling me closer and preventing me from falling off.

 I thought I’d be tense but the heat under the blankets completely relaxes me. I nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck. His balaclava is soft against my cheek. I hear his breathing pick start to pick up. I can feel his chest expand deeper than before.

 “Thank you,” my voice is barely audible, but I know he heard.

 As I adjust to our proximity, I breathe in the scents that linger on his skin and in his clothes. I can smell the same standard citrusy shampoo on him as myself and the rest of the crew use. But there’s also a remainder of smoke and gunpowder from the day’s work. There’s something else more unique to him and yet I can’t put my finger on it. I take a deep breath and allow myself to revel in the calming smells. This shouldn’t be comforting and yet it is.

 Nothing about this situation should be comforting and yet I feel safer than I have in weeks.

 Wrapped in Ghost's arms, I know nothing else in the world can get to me. My only danger is the man who holds me. Yet I know in this instance after he’s sacrificed his space and his bed for me, that I’ve got nothing to worry about.

 Ghost shifts against the canvas again. This time pulling me on top of him as he spreads out across his cot. He wraps his arms around my back he readjusts for the final time. I feel so small on top of him. Ghost spreads a hand out across my lower back and it feels as though it takes up the entire width of the space. His thumb soothingly brushes back and forth along the arch of my spine.

 I lay my head on his chest and listen to the thrum of his heart. It beats strong and steady like a bass drum. I feel myself relaxing even more as my breathing starts to match his. I feel myself start to drift as my head lulls with his chest when it rises and falls.

 For the first time in a long time, I don’t worry about what tomorrow brings. I’m so content in his arms that I don’t think about what’s next. All that fills my mind is the strength of his heartbeat and the distant scent of gunpowder. The last thing I think about before finally nodding off is the feeling of his thumb brushing up and down along my back, letting me know everything is going to be alright.

Edit+A/N: I have never received this much attention on a story before so thank you!! When I have time should I write more for Ghost?

Fic based on this concept:

[dunmeshi-darlings]

eeee i love your writing!!! could i get chilchuck comforting a crying reader (who's normally very bubbly and happy)? Bonus if they're crying bc they think their feelings for chilchuck are unrequited 🫣

Thank you kindly dear anon, i hope your day is going well and that you have rested well and ate well.

Chilchuck was never good with emotions, both his and other peoples. He kept his own emotions hidden so as not to appear vulnerable. And when it came to other peoples emotions he was fine with the positive ones...but quickly became awkward when things turn negative.

In fact he might be the worst (well second worst possibly) when it comes to dealing with emotional issues. So when he walks in and sees you crying he freezes up like a deer caught in the headlights. Its such a foreign sight to him he wasnt even sure if he was seeing it right.

You have always been such a bright cheery person, No matter the situation you were always the one that had the biggest grin across your face telling everyone its going to be ok, to not give up and push on. That was one of the things chilchuck liked about you the most, even if he would talk about how a situation was impossible or that it was to dangerousm you were always the one reassuring him that things were going to be ok. He never said it but it really meant alot to him, usually he would just ignore it or blow it off but he knows deep down it helps him more than he lets on.

He stares at you sobbing, wide eyed for a few moments before quickly making his way over to you. "WOAH woah hey Y/N hey hey its ok! its ok, whats wrong are you hurt?"

He says quickly sitting down beside you putting an arm around you instinctually. He normally isnt one to get physical when it came to comforting people but it was just something he did before he even realized he was doing it.

"Im fine...im just stupid..a stupid stupid idiot...an idiot that should have known better" You said through tears before breaking into sobs again, chilchuck looked around awkwardly before pulling you into him to cry, he sat there patting your back trying to comfort you as best he could. patting your back and repeatedly saying it was ok softly.

Eventually when you finally manage to calm down he wipes away some tears from your face before speaking up. "Now tell me whats going on? what do you mean know beter?" You want to tell him the truth, it had been eating you alive for days and days now. But tonight you realized what the actual truth was, and it was to much and broke you to pieces, it was a truth you had tried to ignore but couldnt and it broke your very being. You dont want to tell anyone about it, let alone him...but you know he wont let you hide away and pretend like this wasnt happening. so you take a deep breath and speak.

"im sorry chilchuck...i know this is going to make you feel awkward...and i know..i know you dont feel the same way.....but i like you, i REALLY like you...i care about you more than anyone else. and i know its stupid and i should just get over it but...it hurts.." you admit to him, not even looking at him, With how you feel right now your sure you wouldnt want him seeing your face right now. He didnt say anything, he only stared wide eyed at you. You should have known this was how he was going to react, you know how he felt about inter group relationships so you know he wouldnt want any part of being with you. However your miserable thoughts were interrupted as he pulled you into a tight hug.

"hey dont talk like that...if there is anyone here thats an idiot its me. I do care about you, I really do. You mean alot more to me than you realize, and you help me stay sane down here." He says squeezing you tight, you sniffle softly as you cant believe what your hearing. "Im not great with emotions...both dealing with other people and my own. Whenever you would be so positive and cheery it would make me genuinely happy, but i didnt want to get to attached so id play it off or something but genuinely you have helped me so much down here. I also have....other reasons on why im so hesitant to show emotions that im not ready to talk about just yet...but i do care about you...in fact i think i might like you the same way you like me. I just struggle being open about things you know? i should have been honest with you and open about my feelings back...that way you wouldnt have to deal with this. Im sorry, But to make it up to you, once we rescue falin and leave the dungeon why dont i take you to dinner?"

You couldnt believe what you were hearing, he had feelings for you to?! you couldnt believe it, you could feel yourself hugging him close as you smiled into his shoulder. "That sounds great, id love to."

[mrmistakemakeroy]

how i see "The helper" episode . (i have diagnosed adhd and autism fyi: everyone is different so take what i say with that context <3 not all autistic people are like me so please understand this is more based on my experience personally)

Really weird post i know but hear me out. When i watch "The helper " i immediatly think about having meltdowns as a little kid or just any age in general wether online or irl.

^ Like if you`re looking at it like i am, you can understand why id say it feels like hes having a meltdown / breakdown because something that makes sense to him most of the time, now makes no sense at all to him / freaks him out |

| (Being unable to help people because they do not need his help which he is not used to , thus making him react way worse then most people would sense it is something very special to him Like how people will have specific special intrests or hyperfixations etc) personally i freak out and get meltdowns when my pc is broken or needs fixed and i cannot draw whatsoever for long peroids of time. )

and how you / i would immediatly feel ashamed , nervous and guilty afterwards , or just generally exhausted or depending on the person feel like a burden on the people around you.

(also for this next part yes i know this is implied to be sylvia`s idea but it still makes me wanna tear up because it hits home way too hard) and other people will immediatly treat you as a "trouble maker" that has to be dealt with , punished or pushed aside even tho its something you cant help and sometimes cant even understand .

the dialogue espeically is a gut punch for me.

"ohh.. So this is the guy you want out of town "

" i get it " he`s hurt , and ashamed of himself. and its probably a stretch but i feel like this has happened before because of how he says " i get it . " then he tries to turn it into a positive as per usual to his character writing , thats how much he loves helping people.

its his special intrest / hyperfixation <3333 so of course he can try to turn it into something fun . and the rest of the episode goes on as he Does what they asked him to. and they immediately reward him for throwing himself out of their way .

(this genuinely makes me so mad i`m sorry fuck those towns people man you could`ve just talked to him instead GRAHHHH) and how he gets super happy after FINALLY pleasing them.

hes so silly :33

also this last bit makes me angry a little

"son"

"thanks" ( im going to eat your soul stfu /halfjoke )

"happy i could help!! "

"that makes two of us " (BONUS) ALSO I WANT TO MENTION the scene where he tries to " stop " lord hater. I feel like this is him being pushed to his absolute limit to a point he tried to do something very out of character just for the comfort and relief of "doing something good" like hes reverting to the basics of "being a good guy " just to get that comfort of helping someone again.

it reminds me of that Version of himself in "the wanders" where the piece of himself that holds his trauma / what made him want to help everyone is still not inside of him yet, and he goes on a rant about how he is going to stop lord hater

"wander are you okay ?? " "im MORE then okay "

"IMMMM PERFECT !"

"Now come trusty steed , its time to stop that HEARTLESS evil doer LORD HATER ONCE AND FOR ALL !! "

"wait what-" "stop ?"

"YES! i am a good guy , and he is a bad guy. " "AND I STOP HIM ! "

------------------- HELPPPPP.... seriously tho sorry for the long rant about this episode but it genuinely hit home so hard that i have cried multipule times unironicly because of it. Reminder that im veiwing this through my own experience of growing up on the spectrum (adhd + autism specifically) not everyone on the spectrum will be the same as me when it comes to this episode. I had to get this out of my system because it was eating at my brain sorry yall 💔💔💔

if i made any typos or worded anything weird its becuase its harder for me to write long posts plus as of writing its 01:17 on my computor clock.

[harmonizedhero]

I think a lot about what happens in stories if instead of the protag being the protag, its someone else. Like, considering the protag being human is important for the plot, what if a pmd protag, or post gameover or true ending colin from changed, or some other character that was human that got turned into something else (maybe with their partners too) ended up in undertale instead of frisk, (and got ported to the world's mechanics of course) like, how would characters react?

Flowey would probably instantly go "who the fuck is this bitch?", he probably knows who a lot of people in the underground are, and would know the replacement protag would be new. Same with toriel, she would realize the person isnt from the ruins. I think other things will clue her in.

Do you think monsters would just know? Or would they have to start a fight first? what about pokemon? Would they have a separate kind of soul in ut? Same with the latex beasts from changed. Would a latex beast be able to infect a monster? Maybe there would be an assimilation route?

What if a pokemon appeared at colins start location in changed? Would latex beasts care as much? Pmd but the protag is a human turned latex beast?

Heck, how different would these stories change if someone like me, who already know how they go, ended up in the protag's position or with the protag? Like, i may not have enough DT to beat the pacifist final boss, and i sure as hell cant do geno, considering i can't even do it in a game. But i'd take different actions, and may end with a different result, for starters, considering that humans used magic to make the barrier, id probably try to learn how to use magic. And id probably try to figure out a way to break the barrier without dying, like maybe trying to shine the power of my soul on asgore after he absorbs the 6 human souls collected, like how kris does for susie for red buster?

Man, this is fun to think about, maybe i should think about these what if various characters joined/replaced other characters more, like siffrin in undertale, or frisk in in stars and time?

[wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer]

Would you enjoy getting cigarettes put out on you? Like if it were by one of ur partners bc I know at least three of them smoke

well i think we’ve all seen how wolvie reacts to that and im positive id react the same way so yes

[lessthanthreelalli]

so vis a vis that last post: ive been thinking about it, and looking through the notes really provides a neat microcosm about how you see people talking about helleno-tourkoi relations, and how it is conceived of as just a silly rivalry based on nothing when like, the greek genocide is still in living memory (though very barely) and the whole kypros situation has yet to be resolved. look, one comment here in the replies:

(to be clear, this nice lady is 100% correct) and a reply to her reply:

this is definitely not what's being referred to here. if you know that the armenian genocide exists, then it really isn't an extreme expectation for you to be at least willing to google if tourkia did that to anyone else, and quickly find an affirmative answer. Like, I'm not gonna waste my time saying why this is offensive, but it's offensive in the same way that saying enosis or even still saying ionia is greek is basically the same as saying that constantinople (istanbul) is still greek and rightfully belongs to the modern state of greece (obviously unreasonable). i try not to get mad on the internet but it is kind of maddening to see. when we talk about tourkia colonizing greece and armenia, we are not talking about the ottoman empire, needless (hopefully) to say.

just another mark on the scoreboard for me wishing that westerners would just all stop talking about greece entirely since they seem entirely incapable of understanding it because their brains are so rotted on the 'western civilization' mythologizing that posits that somehow everywhere west of the bosphorous has some interminable connection to us and therefore already understands us (perhaps better than we understand ourselves) so when talking about greece they just abdicate any responsibility they might otherwise feel they had to be culturally and historically sensitive. like seriously, "tourkia fucked over the armenians but didn't do anything to the greeks" is spectacularly stupid, spectacularly offensive

if any followers (especially mutuals) feel it's stupid that im saying greece was colonized by tourkia, please express yourself, id love to talk about it with you. I know it's something a lot of people react with skepticism to. That being said, if you can believe that tourkia colonized armenia, you can believe the same for greece*

[tinywagoncolorbat]

Call me Captain instead

Levi Ackerman x F!Reader

Summary: You've been wanting to experiment more in bed with Levi so you deicide to call him daddy while he was fucking you, He didn't react the way you thought he was going too.

Warning: Nsfw/Smut 18+, Unprotected sex, Mating press, Choking, Dom Levi, Daddy use, Oral (F receving), Petnames

Word Count: 800+

Levi hasn't had too much experience when it comes to sex so he's learning as you guys go on. You've been wanting to experiment more cause you want to know what its like having him completely dominate you.

Tonight you were going to do it. You were laying on your back in your shared bedroom and Levi was laying between your legs swiping his tongue gently over your slit. You started lightly moaning as you reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair driving his tongue deeper.

He continued licking and sucking up your juices until you cam all over his face. He crawled back up to your face looking at you with a smirk while your cum dripped down his chin. "You taste amazing my dear" he purrs out. You wanted to taste yourself on him so you pulled him in for a deep kiss. You licked his lips and he immediately opened his mouth to aloud you tongue in. You fought for dominance but he won.

I was so focused on the kiss that I barley felt his tip run between my folds, catching my clit each time. He broke apart the kiss to look me in the eyes for consent. When I nodded my head he slowly pushed himself inside.

My mouth fell open in a silent moan as he fully sheathed himself inside of me, After a few minutes of adjusting I let him know he could start moving. When he did he slowly pulled himself out to the tip and push in hard. My head fell back as I started moaning. He continued doing this but kept the same slow pace.

It was almost painful at how slow he was being. You finally get sick of the slow pace and decided to go for it now. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull his head now so his ear is right next to your mouth.

"Harder daddy" you moan directly in his ear.

He instantly stopped moving and looked at you. He slightly scrunched his face up like he was disgusted by the name.

"Why would you call me that?" He asked while looking at you with a puzzled expression.

"Well um." you started "Some people get turned on by that and I wanted to experiment a bit so I thought id try it"

He looked that you a little bit longer, then he sat up a bit adjusting his position. he shifted inside you hitting your soft spot and you let out a loud moan. He took that chance to shove his ring and middle finger in your mouth. Just as you looked back at him he leaned down to your ear.

"Daddy just sounds gross to me, Why not just call me captain" He whispered.

You let out a little whimper and he felt you clamp down on him. He slowly started moving again and he continued with his slow pace.

You whimpered again and looked at him with pleading eyes. He started chuckling at you. "If you want something then ask for it" he teased you.

"Please fuck me harder captain" You choked out as hit your soft spot again, And with that he started pounding into you at an animalistic pace. You started screaming loud enough for the neighbors to hear as the headboard started beating against the wall.

He put one hand on the back of your thigh pushing them up hitting even deeper inside of you making your toe curl. He took his other hand wrapping it around your throat.

"Is this wanted you wanted you little slut" He groaned Going impossibly faster.

"Y-yes" you moaned out as you started seeing stars at how hard he was going. You could feel your orgasm quickly approaching.

After a few more minute you were about to cum. "Captain can i please cum" You beg. He groans at the nickname.

"Go ahead darling" He says as he pushes you into a mating press and going as deep as he can hitting your soft spot repetedly.

You come so hard that the room is spinning. Levi lets out a low moan as he feels you cum around him as he can fell his high.

As your coming down from your high he continues to fuck you at a fast pace to reach his end. "I want you to come inside of me" you barley get out.

Just as he heard that Levi lets out a moan followed by curses as he cums deep inside of you.

Once he comes down from his high he pulls out of you. You sigh as you clenched around nothing. He left the room as you lid there trying to catch your breath. A few minutes later he comes back with a damp cloths in his hands and some fresh sheets in the other. He helps you clean up and changes the bedsheets.

Once there on you both lay down with his arms wrapped around your waist. "Were going to have to experiment more often he says to you. He leaves a kiss on your forehead and you started to drift off to sleep.

[palant1r]

So jumping off the fematsuda ask... who are the least misogynistic characters in death note? I think light is obviously one of the MOST... that man can fit so much misogyny in him

Hm. This is a good question, considering even characters that aren't overtly misogynistic are suffused with Death Note's background miasma of misogyny. The obvious answer is minor characters like Gevanni that don't get a chance to say or do anything misogynistic due to lack of screen time, but I'm disqualifying them unless there's some other factor that leads me to label them as Based. Also, when a character takes actions that offer up an opportunity for some Male Gaze stuff, I'm only counting that against them if that was a part of their motivation. I'm also not putting women on the list just for being women — they have to be Feminist about it

Some candidates:

Mello - Ok, yeah, sure. He did a lot of bad things to a lot of women. Mello is NOT based, nor is he a #win for feminism. But all of his Very Bad Actions towards women have a specific strategic purpose that don't seem to involve a belief in womens' inherent inferiority. Him kidnapping, cuffing and stripping Takada was NOT based. However, it shows that he saw her as a legitimate threat to be taken seriously, rather than just dismissing the danger she might pose simply because of her gender. If Takada had been a man, it would have made sense for him to do the same thing, though it probably wouldn't have happened that way for Doylesian reasons. Also very even-handed toward Naomi in his narration of LABB afaik

Ide - While he's still cavalier about Light's treatment of Misa and Takada like the rest of the task force, he seems to take it a BIT more seriously. Also IIRC he doesn't really say a lot of OVERTLY sexist stuff, which automatically puts him in a good position.

Matsuda - Similar to Ide, but a notch below because of how he treats Light's treatment of Misa and Takada like a soap opera and his flirting with Sayu. Gang, the bar is pretty low here for "least misogynistic character in death note."

Mogi - Hm, might be at the top of the task force actually. Isn't around for Light's manipulation of Takada, so we don't know how he would have reacted. Cooks for Misa, both subverting gender roles and serving a woman, which is #feminist #praxis in action.

Beyond Birthday — Horrible person, but equal opportunity about it? Loses points for the panty stuff I vaguely remember. But gains points for taking Naomi seriously as a proxy for L — a great honor and respect coming from him, given his worship of L

Naomi - I mean, what do I need to say here? She's a total girlboss, and the closes O&O get to a well-written female character. Probably the winner, tbh. Her, Mello, L and Beyond all get a major boost from the LABB book, which is WAY less misogynist than the Death Note main canon. But L isn't on this list because of his treatment of Misa.

Ok, I think I've gotten all my thoughts out. I have decided that the top three least misogynistic characters are Naomi, Mogi and Mello. Feel free to discuss and disagree.

[cosmica-galaxy]

I was thinking back on that one post where I talked extendedly about a young player finding themselves in Nevada. And although they wouldn't want to bring attention to themselves and this concept would probably fit another character better I still thought it was neat.

So you know how there's hotkeys in games to help the player make instant commands, and the player in this scenario can't make a command without saying a certain phrase out loud where everyone can hear. What if, knowing that, they made their own hotkey that's an overseer of their surroundings, reacting accordingly to any danger that might rear its ugly head when the player isn't aware or paying attention. Creating a brand new key stone, albeit much smaller than the halo. Like this picture that I was inspired by https://www.tumblr.com/fluffymintz/720867072506314752/sixpenceee-16th-century-ring-that-unfolds-into. Each ring corresponds to a command ready to go if there is a potential threat, like “god_mode”, “stop_time” or “teleport”. Anything that could help the player and simultaneously not be a detriment to the grunts surrounding them. Because if the ring were to respond to the players growing anxiety instead of the people around them and one of the commands was “kill_all” then that would only cause more problems, and anxiety.

Though if the player were to make it into a halo then I can imagine the multiple rings shifting and moving when it's in use, like an end crystal.

The way the player knows that one of the commands has been activated is through changes only they can feel or see. For god mode i headcanons that when it's activated not only do they lose the ability to feel pain and become invincible but they lose the sense of touch, smell and taste. While freezing time is more visually apparent when it's on, their vision turns slightly darker and grainy but not by much, another indicator that time has stopped is, well, the non moving people, cars etc. And teleporting is very obvious, it activates when the player falls from a great height.

Another piece of equipment that I thought would be interesting for the player to have is something akin to an encyclopedia. Except instead of it already having every known knowledge written down the player has to actively seek out the object of interest and scan it, like that one device in thaumcraft, the thaumometer. Id imagen that it can be folded into a smaller more portable form, perhaps it could be disguised as an armband. Much like the thaumometer it has gems (or whatever you want them to be) decorating its edges, they serve a purpose. If the player were to just point the thing at something or someone without one of the colorful rocks pointing upwards they would get basic information about the object. For example, height, age or if it was an item, date of its creation and how much durability is left. But if one of the things were pointing upwards then they would get more specific information about one topic. Haven't really thought about all of them but here's a few.

Red: Reveals how many this person has killed or injured, how many times they have potentially died or still carry injuries that haven't healed. With objects it's more about how dangerous they are, how strong you need to be to carry them etc.

Green: Shows a person's family tree and relations with others. Though objects aren't made the same way grunts are, they still were made or were shaped overtime, so instead of a family tree there's a timeline from its creation to now.

Blue: Reveals the person's self and what they believe in, their personality, goals, what they fight for or don't, their core elements. While for objects this shows why they were made, with what intent and purpose.

Yellow: I'm still debating about this one but I think it would be neat if it showed how a thing could hurt the player or affect them positively, or what this person's intentions are with the player.

There are two left which I can't for the life of me figure out the use of, so if you have any ideas then go right ahead, if not then thanks for reading this anyhow.

I actually really LOVE this idea! I get Magiturge vibes from this pile of informatione` and I am HERE for it! Let the Player be a mage or magical! As for them having a bestiary, I think it would be awesome and amazing! I like to visualize that the book is primarily made of blank pages, but it has sections that need to be filled in. Once the entity is encountered, the pages of the book slowly begin to fill up. There would be sections of the book dedicated to information about the entities and what catagory they fit under. Like grunt, undead, mutant, MAG, employers, or "unknown entities". The more they fight them, the better and more detailed the book entries becomes. I'm also imagining them having magical-like items that inspire their powers and behaves like multiple conduits for their code-manipulating abilities. You can also broaden this idea with summons and magical trinkets that are associated with the Player's world. Like the zodiacs or star maps of our reality. Imagine that. Player that's a fucking beast of a mage. Amazing!

[genderqueerdykes]

im afab transmasc nonbinary and ive been considering going on t for a while but the main thing that's making me hesitant is bottom growth. i don't really want it that much, but i don't really know if id be fine with it as a side effect of t or not. i really want a lot of the other effects of t like deep voice and facial hair and all and i think i wouldn't mind bottom growth even if it's not something i feel like i need but idk i just don't want to start t and regret it because of bottom growth. what was your experience with bottom growth? do you have any advice for making this decision? how much growth should i expect if i were to sart t and how quickly does it grow?

hey those are great questions! i'm glad you took the time to ask! i can definitely see why that would be a very make or break thing for a lot of people!

putting this under a read more just in case for people who don't like to read about this kind of stuff =)

here's the thing with my experience with it- i am intersex, and have hyperandrogenism and PCOS, meaning my body already produces very high amounts of androgens naturally. my body already had a lot of T in it, and was used to those kinds of hormones, so once i started injecting T, it kinda sparked the wildfire to so speak. my experience will not be quite the same as an afab person's, so take this with a grain of salt!

your experience will not be quite like mine, depending on what your natural androgen levels are like, as well as what you are already equipped with naturally. for me, bottom growth did happen very, very quickly. that was one of the first effects i started to notice, it's kind of front-loaded at the beginning of HRT, and it can be uncomfortable at first, because the entire area is sensitive to any sort of touch for a while. i also had a lot of bottom growth, to the point where it's been commented on very positively by transmasc exes, but again, i'm intersex, so my body was already primed to having very high levels of testosterone.

for most afab people, the growth will happen quickly, and for many it is kind of front-loaded at the beginning of transition, but the results you see will vary from person to person. you won't wake up the next morning with a huge dick or anything, but you will definitely notice as the days and weeks go by that your clitoris is noticeably bigger, and sensitive, sometimes a little sore. it can be really hard to judge that kind of thing until you get there, unfortunately, i wouldn't say it's random, but it's kind of hard to predict as to whether or not that part of your body will react in certain ways or not.

i don't want to scare you away from testosterone HRT if you want all of the other effects, as for most afab people, the bottom growth is a small part of it, and it can be ignored after you adjust. the time period in which i was so sensitive to touch it was noticeable/painful was only a few weeks, and in the following months the rest of the growth happened with me noticing, but not really paying attention or having it get in the way of anything. after a while it just becomes normal and sometimes you even forget that it's bigger now. i don't think it will become so massive that it's intrusive, unless you go out of your way to apply creams and medications to enhance the growth.

if anyone else has any input, feel free to leave a comment! again, i'm intersex so my experience differs from most actual afab people's, i think, in a lot of small ways. i hope that helped you

[tears-of-boredom]

oh my god this fucking tumblr dash i frogort aobut it already and my figner are fucking freezing so i cant tyoe for shit

anyways so i was browsing like you know one of those websites that streams a bunch of shit for free, and i saw a show called BEEF, just BEEF, it wasnt an acronym or anything. so fo course i had to see what was up duh?? so i finished the first episode. and i fucking love it. i mean the whole time i was lowkey chanting "kill someones kill someone kill someone" but you know how good media does that to you right. but yeah so when the episode finished, i noticed that my heart was beating really fast, like as if id drunk coffee. like lowkey i wouldnt have been surprised if i had passed out onto my desk. but so if my bodys reaction to the show is anything, i enjoyed it. im going to watch the next episode when i either A: feel like i can handle my pulse rising like that again without freaking out or B: i wanna get an adrenaline rush because im really depressed and need to feel something. but yeah this is totally just like that time i watches thor ragnarok, and it took like multiple weeks for me to get through it because i just couldnt handle tom hiddleston. but thsi time i refuse to believe that its any of the actors. i am trying to convince myself that im not that shallow. tbh i just loved the last scene where uhh,,, hold on whats her name okay its Amy. so i loved that scene where she got to fuel all her anger into running after Danny and yelling shit at him. like i know its not for a good reason but i feel like my girl really needed just some way to let some steam out. anyways yeah i am going to go read something that i give zero shits about now because my body is still on alert from that. it feels like im planning on having a voluntary social interaction with someone, which i am not. aka i am anxious as fuck but in this way where i kinda dont want to be, but my body just reacts so strongly that i really cant fight it. ya know social anxiety. except sometimes its triggered by just a good tv series.

honestly its probably just that im excited, because that episode was good,, but because this jittery and kind of stressed feeling isnt really like, often present in my life in a positive way, i just can't tell excitement apart from anxiousness. ya know. normal " i have awful social anxiety" things. or more like "i am severely mentally ill and am not getting the treatment i need" kind of things. pick one. or both. tbh the adults suggested uhh like occupational therapy, and i got a list of therapists from my doctor. but my trust in any kind of help the adults try to give me is so fucking deteriorated that i cant imagine it ever actually helpoing me. and if i told that to an adult i know they would say some shit like " well i f you go in all negative of course its notgonna work!! you gotta want to heal for it to work" and oh my god im drviing myself into abreakdown here so haha i wish that the adults would fucking understand that i fucking have severe anxietyy and trust issues. and that not believing a form of therapy is going to help me, isnt the same thing as not wanting to be helped. do you fucking know how badly i jsut want someone to finally give me some type of actual support or aid or help oh my god. okay my fingers are getting really aggressive on the keyboard. im gonna go fr now. i fucking hate adults. and im tired. and i have trust issues. and i ahve anxiety. and while my medication does help me to go about my day a bit easier, because i dont find myself digging mental holes for myself. it doesnt help for shit when im in a situation that in and of itself is anxiety inducing for me. and i dont fucking like how i cant tell the difference in my mood between the lighter and stronger dose. because i cant fucking say that its not heloing. because i dont know that. oh my god i am so horrible at stopping myself from venting. going now. okay. bye.

[menalez]

I'm still bisexual, so there are layers I probably don't understand entirely. but I've been speaking out against csa since I was a teenager, talked to all kind of activists, professionals and victims. and I truly think this compulsory imagery of how a victim should behave - queit, unless someone needs to boost their ego through a salvationist fantasy - is one of the cruelest mechanisms of patriarchy. I always knew I was a victim, came to close to death for that. but I used to think I was this bad case of a victim, you know? that if I talked out loud I'd make people who deserved the help look bad. the first time a psychologist told me more victims become hypersexual than completely repulsed I thought she was lying to make me feel better. no one really saw me as a kid, me displaying hypersexual behaviour at 13 was seem as the devil in me and not this desperate cry for help, it all got to my head. whole mess. but the point is I eventually started taking about it, and at some point I started mentioning these things in me I saw as a bad and contradictory. and that was when a lot more girls started approaching me - I work in education now so I cross a lot of cases. most of them were just glad to hear they weren't alone, that their desperate attempts to cope didn't erase what happened to them being wrong, that they weren't broken and dirty beyond help or something. and it's strange of me to even compare, because honesty what they're attacking you for doesn't add to 3% of what I admitted and it's so revolting that it's enough to victim blame. nothing we do cam ever be enough, it's all so clearly a trap to keep people from getting help... but I'm still sure you've had the same effect to many. it's so hard to talk about it, worse to hear those things from people who should have your back. but it still makes a difference. so thank you! I hope one day we are at least free of the expectancy that people with different personalities and experiences must all react the same. and I hope so so much good comes in your life! you come across as so kind and patient here. and you deserved so much better, may it come soon

thank you for this v sweet message anon ❤️ i can relate to what you said. hypersexuality also came about as a result of my trauma and it was confusing and would disgust me. things would happen to me and i knew i didn’t want it, it showed i didn’t want it, id react really badly during & after.. but i felt like it was my fault bc i was hypersexual to begin w so i must want it and just have sth wrong with me to not actually, truly want it when it happens. i was not a good victim either. i reacted to my abuse by becoming withdrawn, lashing out at my loved ones, pushing ppl away and at the same time accepting a subservient position to the person who wouldn’t leave me alone. it was a confusing time and a part of me is glad i was so dissociated for most of it bc at least i don’t remember all of it and only remember it in flashes of memory.

I hope one day we are at least free of the expectancy that people with different personalities and experiences must all react the same.

same here. it’s pure stupidity to me that some people don’t seem to comprehend that even if we have similar experiences, they’re not identical & we as individuals aren’t identical. so we’re not all going to react the same. it’s also annoying that ppl think if ur a traumatised lesbian, there’s only one possible reaction. as if mental illness and trauma can only appear one way and only impact you one way. as if those things can’t interact w ur sexuality in different ways. it’s stupidity. i assume they’d eventually realise that it doesn’t make much sense how they perceive and treat traumatised women & esp traumatised lesbians but by the time they do, i doubt any of us will be around and willing to accept their apologies.

[evildoombringer]

hi nakamura (i'm. not entirely sure which name you prefer to go by,,)

i. don't really know, personally, the depths of hurt that came from min leaving can't claim either. to understand what your going through right now

you both seem really close. it was always funny, to  read ur asks that you'd send i remember reading the "happy morning" one you sent and it had like this image of a smiling kid for some reason, for like a solid 5 months i just thought "oh cool, so that's what they look like:0" before i looked back and thought, "huh wait. they always added (very funny,  mind you) meme/pics to their asks. was that pic a meme too-?" and only then did i realize lmao

looking back on his responses, i can almost hear the amused tone or, however min would react. lol it was nice to see him talking to people who cared about him

im. not really sure what to say, without coming off as like.. pretentious.? but. if i can just assume for one second, from the asks they'd answer of yours, to everything i hear about min from all the people who know him, i. i. assume he really cared for you, and. i assume you cared for him as much.,

i dont. know your situation, at all. min had. already made up his mind when i even found his blog. so, just. i hope you'll be able to make a decision, you'll be. happy with

the future could get better. it could get worse i can't really see which one it'll be. i don't understand how close you and min were, at all but know. you arent alone im not sure, if you need to. understand or know someone to be there for them,but from the looks of it, min was. never really alone if he had you. so,i hope you also know your not alone there'are people here for you

im sorry. this is probably, meaningless to you in hindsight i just. yeah. in the end, whatever you choose is your decision but. your not alone im sorry if this comes off as assuming.  please. feel free to ignore this ask, if it oversteps in anyway or is just uncomfortable. i know sometimes one might just want- to vent and let it all out and the to have that acknowledged or responsded to might be. uncomfortable i. hope i didnt come off that way

but .yeah,

nice to. meet you by thw way. O(∩w∩)O (im sorry the kaomoji is so out of place jhsjsh i just remembered that one ask u sent hh)

hi custard

it hurts that he's gone, obviously, and i just haven't been on Tumblr for a minute, so seeing everything again is having a terrible effect on my psyche (ill live though haha). im just super weird about him and i realize that uhh nobody really knows that. but I'm super . . weird about him and uhhh yeah and um i regret everything lol

im surprised you thought i was a young chinese boy :sob: but. i understand how you could make that.... mistake.....

did you know the :smile: :sob: thing is a discord reference? :sob: is 😭 and :grimace: is 😬. if you're on a phone and u type the emoji out it should probably pop up, and the same thing happened on discord so he. um would do that when posting on Tumblr too out of habit, and i guess it eventually became a Min-Pal staple haha

and yeah he definitely cares about me, and im mad at him because he cares about me and left me his emails and shit to take care of and he did that because he knew im. weird and needed more than old messages and tumblr posts and i . m glad he did do all that and i love having some stuff to hold onto like his Spotify but. it's just upsetting i guess, since you know, id rather have him.

its really funny seeing how other people view him, to me, at least, i guess since i got to see not just him being bad-pathetic but him bad-bad in general (and I'm not going to explain further than this, as i, despite claiming to find it funny, am happier than not that he died with a t least a somewhat positive. Uh. Perception.)

idk I'm not like, a great persoj, and i did Just let him die instead of going to unimaginable lengths. and I regret that everyday, but he was so steadfast. he just didn't care anymore , and he had me to talk to but it was like he didn't care about trying (because once he decided he'd died, what really mattered past that?) Ssorry this is all so congested and contradictory and I make no sense

and, id love to believe you when you say stuff like "you're not alone" but it's terrible because I really am. like it's out of personal fault, but even the people I feel as though I could go to for help, I coukdnt bring myself to,, not when it's anything Too serious,, not to mention the fact I just got dumped because he said I was 'unhealthy' (after 10 months of reassuring me that its ok if I am cuz he'll help... but that's. A whole different thing and has nothing to do with min and I'm just bitter and bringing him up out of.... bitterness.)

and im glad u left the ask mikey i really am

idk it's just kinda sweet. now I feel more like angel and saki..... Auuuhhuhhh

i don't know what to do in any regard currently though so I think I'm just gonna continue mourning something that's been gone for a year now. Someone. and being bitter and upset, and reminiscing and trying his memory into music I like (and emailing my bf. [not considering him an ex] [email cuz he blocked my number] obsessively until he decides to take me back)

[the-firebird69]

The reaction is a little strange. Here these guys are saying show us more tell us more let him grow and things like that you need the full set and then we can shrink them down and stuff like that and then they say you can't drink them down he's throwing his brain and was supposed to use it and stuff and they argue a little and there's fights going on and basically to say we see it and it is happening and it has been happening there are a couple of spirits but it just look like fat now that's the differences and see what's covered up for a couple years and it's going on now that they see that he is really kind of a child and it happens to them a little for some reason it's because of their DNA and it's going on like that right now. Different people's are reacting in a different way those are more lock reactions the Trump morlock I was saying indeed it's going to be useful we have this and this we can point at and all this weird stuff and they're talking about threatening people and threatening our son and threatening people who look like him and with the build like his the referencing Brad a lot and Brad is going to start hitting these people on the other people are referencing too and their bodybuilders and he hates them and hated them at first it says even though he is one they're going to beat the s*** out of the guy meaning they're going to break it out and it's going to come down to it tonight he has such a big mouth and he's going to go visit them he is an abhorrent loser this guy is a massive massive eagle problem person ego he has a very small ego he has a very undeveloped ID he is not trained to resist most things and he is going to get the s*** kicked out of him for what he's saying to people and he's Jonathan Lithgow and he's teaching people how to dance and he's showing them what they can do and then he turns into a monster and I don't know what it is people say thank you and they get them things and stuff then he says you're not really supposed to have this blessing and things and he's horrible about it it's not a great dancer but he does get them going and you know it's not right it is right he's not an elitist like he says he's not strong inside or outside and he goes on and on and he's just a weird person it's iconic but so his comments were very bad and it's psychotic not ironic and he is going to help he's already bothering big people and he's jealous envious and very dark and evil about it and he and he's our son so much that people had to shut him up by force already today and their son's position is worse than his and a lot of ways and he is completely obliviate oblivious and has ruined that angle and doesn't get it he just does not get it and he's saying it too and really he he has lost it and her son says the person I used to know as Joel and Aaron is gone and pretty much what we're left with is Jonathan let's go sometimes awake person mostly is psychotic and nobody likes it so is it too and they hear him laughing and saying he's greatness is a perfect example of what he's become and there's several characters like that when she is now that are his and he's had a lot of characters mostly other people are playing them now and he goes back and he plays them and tries to take them over hey gets hit and it doesn't offer a few people in the future and his people get wiped out and it's his direct clones and kids and really they hate him the people he's doing it to are his own clothes but he has these pretorian guard guys and people think Dave made him and people think the max did and it's not true either you just made a whole bunch of the same of him and he regrets it sometimes but he's an a****** about it

Other people think that's great we're going to have a real huge guy on the block again like the two big fellows and they think they'll probably be more and everybody's going to try and get big and it'll be some sort of grunting animal place and a lot of people think that mostly morlock cuz that's what happens and they know they hiss like madness at him already and it'll get worse but really there trying to find us and it lights them up a lot they're going to start blabbing and they're going to get their asses handed to them in the morning in moments and non-stop from now on

A lot of foreigners think it is great and they're going to go around talking about it but really they're trying to find us and they think that they'll have these trades some of us have these traits we have to tell you and we're putting alerts out real ones and big ones that you should watch your step you should sign up and get away from these and you can call us if you need help immediately using our method there's not a ton of us but we are out there and we are telling them

Other reactions from people who are not affected on the human level are wow he's pretty big and he's going to be huge and we got to get going on this and really they are all like this they all want to grab them yeah but they want to grab others they all want to see what we look like and they want to see how to do it no they want to see how to find us and our son and daughter are right they're doping with KJ blue and with spice and are going to be killing each other shortly and it's very true a lot of Macs are they have similar traits

They say they'll take that as well and we say you won't take hours and we're moving out but that is the reaction he is a big fella with a big heart and he understands it and it was nervous about it pretty much the whole time we're talking but it'll wear off and hours will be forced to sign on out where we are too they'll see it in here in a lot more it's coming out now thankfully this is going to work.

We give him a period of about 6 weeks before he becomes 6 ft tall and about 280 lb and muscular from here to that point he's going to be changing and growing at the end of this month which is almost over about a week and a half he should gain probably a quarter to a half and it will change this physiology and he'll start healing a lot easier the oxygen level is going up the higher it goes the battery heals and the factory heals tons of these little ships were taken out from the offshore area the southwest Florida area the whole Southwest and the west and some of the northwest and from 1 to 5 miles and from 5 to 15 as soon as we're going to be done with the inner band. And that will probably be early next week and then we'll start diamond mining and they'll be rough fighting here but the oxygen levels by the beginning of next week will be very high by comparison all day long it's going to be about 18 and it will keep coming in and then it will go up to about 20 in the evening and 24 at night steady with spikes up to 27 for a few minutes to an hour and then in the morning it will be a solid 20 to 23 until about 8:00 a.m. and back to 18 and this will continue for a week and a half then it will start to become 20 all day long almost more like 19 and up to 21 in the morning in the evening and 25 at night and that's because more tunnels will be unplugged and the LG that grows out there is going to stay out there for some time it does move slowly away but they're going to be opening more holes that are bigger and more ounce of informing even though it's further out a lot more oxygen will be made and growth will start on the ocean floor once you get out about 20 to 30 miles it's going to be tons of stuff and I'm just going to start up first week of May when they start pulling the ships out they will start sitting out yet the holes and they will start to affect change that way they're also going to be going around the tip and up all the way to the border and it's going to be fast and they're going to be doing that starting next week they're prepping for it now and moving people in it's going to be a madhouse this weekend with people coming down they're going to go into the rings and trying to attack them again and it's going to be a battle we expect them to lose there were 120 households in this neighborhood with the original regions and they are now 110 about 50% were Trump and 40% of VGA and the rest were miscellaneous and our son do the miscellaneous and tonight the anticipate 20 households will go out and they have to and it is over diamonds too in a small chips and a son said that to John remillard and he said why would that be and he said Reverend blue jeans and you forgot about your son

[artcalledtattoo]

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First of January in year 2023

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