#i need a therapist i need 27 therapists

[tiredlinguist]

ogh

[thisiswhereikeepdcthings]

I’m beginning to think I should start keeping a list of the fandoms I accidentally stumbled into at some point before binging fics for a month straight and having it take over the ao3 reading portion of my life. Like yes, the last 27 pages of my ao3 history ARE of this fandom I knew nothing about a month ago, as a matter of fact.

[robinsnest2111]

despite all the mental improvements over the past year, I'm still very deep in distraction/dissociation mode. sometimes I "wake up" and remember that I have a job now, that I signed a contract, got hired, do my little tasks, have certain responsibilities, and earn money. and that scares me. because. imposter syndrome. I'm not qualified. i am just a silly little guy. I was not made to handle money and make logical decisions on my own. what if I fuck it all up? I must've tricked everyone into thinking I am competent when I know for a fact I am not! sooner or later it will all come crashing down all around me and everyone will hate me forever and always.

[mariska]

me at 1 am when i have to wake up at like 7:30-8 AM at the latest and partake in an autism assessment appointment when my brain almost never naturally wakes up before like 9:30-10 am and i have medical trauma and prior misdiagnosis triggers acting up in my head and i just got my period and i have endometriosis so im in agony and i start to feel a full blown depressive panic attack coming on even though i've already taken my anti panic medication and also i have adhd and cant get myself to turn on fortnite and play for like an hour to try and de-stress because of all of the above plus executive dysfunction

[chitheplant]

Fuck this

[aeth-eris]

★ book a reading ★ ★ masterlist 1 ★ ★ masterlist 2 ★

★  astro  observations | roasting  edition  ★

★  libra  venus  (or  7th  house):  you’re  not  in  love,  you’re  in  love  with  being  in  love.  stop  falling  for  people  just  because  they  smile  nicely  in  dim  lighting.  also,  your  need  to  “keep  the  peace”  is  why  you’re  still  stuck  in  that  toxic  situationship.

★  scorpio  moon  (or  8th  house):  stop  calling  it  “intuition”  when  it’s  really  just  your  trust  issues  on  steroids.  and  no,  being  mysterious  isn’t  a  personality—it’s  emotional  constipation.  unblock  someone  for  once,  i  dare  you.

★  taurus  mars  (or  2nd  house):  slow  and  steady  wins  the  race,  but  honey,  sometimes  people  aren’t  trying  to  race  you—they  just  want  you  to  move.  your  stubbornness  is  impressive,  but  also,  maybe  learn  how  to  compromise  before  you  die  on  every  hill.

★  aquarius  sun  (or  11th  house):  we  get  it,  you’re  different.  but  are  you  actually  quirky  or  just  avoiding  dealing  with  your  emotions  by  pretending  you’re  above  them?  also,  stop  ghosting  people  when  they  get  too  attached  to  your  eccentric  ass.

★  aries  moon  (or  1st  house):  just  because  you  feel  something  doesn’t  mean  you  need  to  act  on  it  immediately.  not  every  inconvenience  is  a  personal  attack,  chill  out.  also,  why  do  you  cry  when  you’re  mad  but  swear  you’re  “not  emotional”?

★  capricorn  rising:  you’ve  been  acting  like  a  40-year-old  since  you  were  15.  just  admit  that  you  thrive  on  being  a  workaholic  and  judging  people  who  don’t  have  a  five-year  plan.  but  also,  maybe  stop  blaming  your  childhood  for  your  commitment  to  the  grind.

★  gemini  venus  (or  3rd  house):  how’s  it  feel  to  be  one  flirty  conversation  away  from  cheating  at  all  times?  it’s  not  charming,  it’s  emotional  gambling.  pick  a  favorite  and  stick  to  it  for  once  in  your  life.

★  sagittarius  mercury  (or  9th  house):  congrats  on  saying  something  controversial  “just  to  be  honest”  and  then  wondering  why  nobody  invites  you  to  brunch  anymore.  your  mouth  runs  faster  than  your  brain,  and  no,  being  blunt  doesn’t  make  you  brave—it  makes  you  annoying.

★  virgo  mars  (or  6th  house):  if  overthinking  was  a  sport,  you’d  have  a  gold  medal.  you’re  not  “being  helpful,”  you’re  micromanaging  because  nothing  is  ever  good  enough  for  you.  loosen  up  before  you  pop  a  vein.

★  leo  mars  (or  5th  house):  everything’s  a  competition,  but  somehow,  the  only  person  you’re  actually  competing  with  is  your  own  ego.  also,  not  every  romantic  conquest  is  a  movie  scene.  sometimes  people  just  want  dinner,  not  a  dramatic  confession  in  the  rain.

★  cancer  rising:  you  give  off  “i’m  sweet  and  harmless”  energy  until  someone  touches  your  emotional  safe  space.  then  it’s  claws  out,  crying  in  the  bathroom,  and  a  group  chat  vent  session  about  how  nobody  “truly  understands  you.”

★  pisces  venus  (or  12th  house):  romanticizing  people  who  don’t  even  know  your  last  name  isn’t  cute,  it’s  tragic.  stop  falling  for  walking  red  flags  because  you  think  you  can  “heal”  them.  you’re  not  their  therapist,  babe.

★  aquarius  mars  (or  11th  house):  you’re  out  here  fighting  for  humanity  but  ghosting  the  people  who  text  you  “wyd?”.  revolutionary  energy,  commitment  issues.  also,  maybe  stop  starting  debates  with  strangers  just  because  you’re  bored.

★  capricorn  moon  (or  10th  house):  crying  is  for  weaklings,  right?  except  now  you’re  27  and  realizing  bottling  up  your  emotions  is  why  you  drink  too  much  coffee  and  sleep  too  little.  therapy  isn’t  a  weakness,  babe.

★  sagittarius  venus  (or  9th  house):  stop  flirting  with  people  who  live  in  different  time  zones.  long-distance  relationships  aren’t  romantic;  they’re  your  excuse  to  not  commit  to  something  real.  also,  being  “free-spirited”  doesn’t  mean  ditching  plans  last  minute,  k?

★  gemini  mars  (or  3rd  house):  you’re  not  multitasking,  you’re  just  doing  too  much  and  finishing  nothing.  also,  stop  picking  fights  over  dumb  things  like  grammar.  nobody  cares  that  they  used  “your”  wrong  in  a  text.

★ book a reading ★ ★ masterlist 1 ★ ★ masterlist 2 ★

[brucewaynehater101]

I can imagine after Jason's death Tim wasn't like a therapist instead he was bullying Bruce into therapy, during a fight Bruce goes "I don't need another robin, I don't need help" and Tim just stands aside and watches Bruce get his ass kicked while throwing our random tidbits of therapeutical advice.

I can definitely see this as a different hc as well.

Tim has perfected the Disappointed Stare™ as he watches Bruce in a fetal position getting kicked by a basic goon. Sometimes, when he's really tired babysitting the man, he'll allow the goons to get a few extra kicks in.

He also seems like the type not to intervene when he told Bruce exactly what was going to happen. It's not Tim's fault the man refused to listen to him.

Tim operates on spite, being right, manipulation, and bullying someone for their own good. If the bat-loving depressed middle-aged man wants to be sad by being mean to everyone else, the kid will sign him up for furry support groups. He'll get Alfred on his side to force Bruce to attend those meetings.

Tim Drake is not a licensed therapist, and he'll make damned sure that Bruce knows that. If the man wanted professional help instead of relying on bullying by a kid, the man could afford to do that. Instead, he has a thirteen year old putting itching powder in the batsuit when Bruce refuses to take it off after 27 hours.

[wongyuseokie]

Better Than Me | Lee Seokmin; SMAU

Summary: You and Seokmin have been dating for a few years, but now you're the star of a new drama with your co-star Rowoon, which makes Seokmin insecure. Seokmin tries his best to be supportive and understanding, but sometimes it's too much, and you're both unsure if your relationship can survive the jealousy and fights.

Pairing: Idol! Lee Seokmin x Actress! Female Reader

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ☁︎ angst | ♕ implied smut | ♥ completed works

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Idol AU! and Actress AU! Content Warnings: swearing, angst, jealousy, crying, mentions of a sprained ankle lol. Mentions of sex, food and snacks and Dispatch being public enemy number 1. Featuring the ever so handsome Rowoon. Also unnecessary Rowoon slander from Seokmin.

Smut Warnings: Mentions of multiple rounds and scratching.

Author's Note 1: thank you to the lovely @gyuwoncheol and thank you to my resident Seokmin lover @the-boy-meets-evil and my lovely wifey(s) @bitchlessdino @multi-kpop-fanfics ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ thank you guys for hearing me go on and on about this <3

Author's Note 2: This series will be released in 2024! (and yes i'm reposting this because the tag system was bothering me).

Author's Note 3: This is all fiction. ❤️

Authors Note 4: I know you're too humble, but this story would not exist without @gyuwoncheol I've wanted to make you co-author because you've inspired and helped me SO MUCH. But you won't let me, but I need you to know how much you mean to me. Thank you for being such a safe space for me to outlet and share updates and ideas. But importantly thank you for always making time for me. I adore you, my love. 🩷🩷🩷

Let me know if you wish to be tagged in this, I will only tag those who have their age visible on their profiles and are 18+.

Updates will be made daily.

Part 1: Tall Ass Rowoon ✔️ Part 2: Access Code ✔️ Part 3: Wires ✔️ Part 4: Fuck Dispatch ✔️ Part 5: #concerned ✔️ Part 6: Slutty Eyes ✔️ Part 7: Overworked PR Team ✔️ Part 8: Spiteful ✔️ Part 9: The Brightest Star ✔️ Part 10: Therapist Shua ✔️ Part 11: Emotional Support Teddy Bear ✔️ Part 12: Drunk On You ✔️ Part 13: Twice a Week ✔️ Part 14: Sweet Lies ✔️ Part 15: Hell ✔️ Part 16: Not Okay ✔️ Part 17: Test ✔️ Part 18: Hell 2.0 ✔️ Part 19: Irreparable ✔️ Part 20: Returned ✔️ Part 21: Locked Out ✔️ Part 22: Time Machine ✔️ Part 23: Lukewarm ✔️ Part 24: Fractured ✔️ Part 25: Hell 3.0 ✔️ Part 26: Last Chance ✔️ Part 27: To You (written) ✔️ Part 28: Forever ✔️ Epilogue ✔️

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[anotherpapercut]

I am having heart palpitations

[sissylittlefeather]

Slowly but Surely: A Lonnie Beale Story

A/N: I know we're all patiently waiting for the last couple chapters of If You Talk In Your Sleep, but I needed a brain break. So I wrote this idea which I've had for a very long time. This one is for Lonnie Beale from Tickle Me. If you've never seen the movie, it takes place at a weight loss ranch for women. That's pretty much all you need to know.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, regular smut (oral, p in v, creampie), but also BODY IMAGE AND THE READER HAS AN EATING DISORDER

Also, disclaimer, as a licensed therapist and ED survivor myself, I KNOW that love cannot cure eating disorders. This is FANTASY. If you need help, please find a professional! You deserve to be healthy and well!

Word count: ~4k

Your father was the one that decided you'd never find a decent husband in your current state. You're an heiress to a pretty impressive hotel fortune, but you've always been a little more on the soft side. Not exactly overweight, but not as thin as most of the girls around you either. So in order to make you worthy of the kind of man you should catch, he sends you to the Circle Z ranch to whip you into shape.

It doesn't seem to be working, though. You follow the diet and do all the exercises, but you're still not 36-24-36. When you go home for a weekend, your father comments that it's probably a waste of money and there's not much hope for you anyway. That pisses you off. If everyone else at the ranch can do it, so can you. You'll just have to work a little harder.

And that's exactly what you do. You stop eating almost completely, even the tiny portions they offer you. Between that and the extra workout classes you do, you start to see a little progress. Before you know it, your waist is down to 27” and you feel like you just might be okay. You're miserable, weak and starving, but you look pretty good.

Lonnie has been working at the ranch for a couple of months now. At first, he had the hots for the yoga instructor, but it didn't take him long to realize she doesn't have much substance, mentally or physically. And the owner of the ranch has been after him since she hired him, but the interest in her burned out pretty quickly too. He needs more, a whole woman, and unfortunately there's not many of them at the ranch. He tries to just focus on his duties: working with the horses, teaching archery, and singing periodically.

The first time he saw you, he noticed how pretty and soft you seemed, but as the time passed, you started to wither away just like the rest of the girls there. He clicked his tongue and shook his head, such a waste, but didn't think too much of it. Not until the day you pass out.

You've got the bow held up okay, the arrow pulled back, but you're shaking from the lack of food and your vision is a little fuzzy around the edges. Still, you try to do your damndest to focus on the target. You hear Lonnie as he gives instructions and sigh. For a second when you first met him, you had thought he liked you, but the conversation had tapered off. Now he's just another person that you're pretty sure you've disappointed somehow.

“Keep those arms straight, ladies.” His mellow baritone is close by, but you don't dare look. Instead, you readjust and straighten your arm, but both of your hands are shaking so much you can't hold the bow still. You're staring at the target, waiting for him to tell you to let the arrow fly when your vision starts to go dark. You let go and send the arrow flying before he says to and you hear him holler as everything blacks out and you feel yourself falling.

Lonnie turns quickly when he hears you loose the arrow and it takes him less than half a second to realize what's happened and catch you just before you hit the ground.

“Woah! Honey!” He has you in his arms when he realizes you're unconscious. Carefully holding you, he lowers to the ground with you in his lap and starts patting your cheek. “Come on, honey. Lemme see those pretty eyes. Come on.”

Eventually, your eyelashes flutter and you look up at him. He sighs and relaxes noticeably. Even he didn't realize how afraid he was until after you woke up.

“Hey, sweetheart. You scared the shit outta me. You alright?” The other girls have all gathered around the two of you where he sits with you in his arms. You can't say anything, so you just blink up at him weakly. One of the other girls scoffs enviously.

“Bet she just hasn't eaten today. She never eats.” He looks up at her, his eyebrows knit together in concern.

“What d’you mean never?” His voice is firm and quiet.

“I mean I'm not sure I've ever seen her put food in her mouth.” The girl crosses her arms, obviously annoyed that he seems to care so much. He looks back down at you, gently brushing your hair back off of your face.

“When was the last time you ate, honey?” You try to give him a small smile.

“I'm not sure.” He shakes his head, frustrated. Then he stands up, hoisting you into his arms, shocked by how little you weigh. He tells the other girls to clear out and then walks with you to the stables. You're not sure why he's bringing you there, but you're too weak to protest or ask. He sets you on a small bale of hay and then starts looking for something, muttering and cursing under his breath. You hear something about “this damn place” before he comes back to you with a jar of peanut butter and a spoon. He opens it and scoops some out for you and you wrinkle your nose. Not only is it unnecessary calories, it's in a barn.

“Don't make that face, honey. This is mine. I keep it in here as a snack while I work. Come on. It's good.” You continue to stare at him like he's trying to give you horse peanut butter, so he pops the spoon in his mouth and eats it himself. Then he gets another scoop and holds it up to you. “There. See? It's good. Please eat it.”

His mouth is sticky with his bite as he talks, but you soften and nod. Your hand shakes as you reach for the spoon and he beats you to the punch, just holding it to your lips like you're a baby. Too tired to fight any more, you open your mouth and let him feed you the spoonful of peanut butter. It's been so long since you've eaten, it tastes almost decadent and you moan softly with the pleasure of the taste.

Something about your little moan shoots straight through him and he clears his throat, trying to focus on getting more peanut butter into you. Still, as he squats next to you, his eyes glued to your lips, he feels himself harden in his too-tight pants. He ignores it, shoveling spoonfuls into your mouth as often as you'll let him. After three, you shake your head no. There's too many calories in peanut butter, too much fat. But he's not having it.

“Come on, honey. You can do a couple more. You're doin’ so good, baby. Open up.” The way he's sitting so close, his knee bumping yours, caring for you, makes you incapable of telling him no. Instead, you pop your mouth open like a baby bird and eat two more bites. You feel some of your strength coming back, but your hands still shake.

He puts the spoon in your mouth again and tries desperately not to whimper when it slides out from between your lips. He's already hard as a rock when he notices there's a little bit of peanut butter by your mouth. Without thinking, he licks his thumb and wipes it off. You let out a sharp little gasp and he freezes. He's absolutely desperate to kiss you, but it would be wrong. You're still weak and trembling. Instead, he carefully brushes his thumb across your bottom lip, so soft and slow that it's barely within his control.

And then your little tongue darts out and flicks against the tip of his thumb and he's utterly destroyed.

“Jesus, sweetheart.” He stands up and turns away quickly to hide the way his cock presses against the denim of his pants. “Fuck!”

“I-I'm sorry.” You stutter and blink, not exactly sure what you've done. He moves quickly back to your side, kneeling and shaking his head vehemently.

“No. Don't you apologize. You are perfect. I just hate what they've done to you.” You knit your eyebrows together.

“Done to me?”

“Makin’ you think you need to starve when you were perfect when you got here.” You make a face.

“I was f-”

“You were perfect.” He looks so deeply into your eyes that you get lost in the blueness of them for a bit. You don't even notice he's leaning in until he's so close that you let out a little squeak. He pulls back and stands up again, running his hand through his hair.

“God, sweetheart, I'm sorry.”

Just then, the owner of the ranch comes bustling in to make sure you're not about to sue her. She looks at you and then at Lonnie and then back at you and purses her lips.

“Come on. Up you get.” She says it in a sing-song voice like she's being kind, but really she's just as jealous as the other girls were. Lonnie tries to protest, but she puts a finger on his lips. “She's fine. Thank you Mr. Beale.”

She yanks you up by the arm and escorts you out of the barn, leaving him standing there annoyed. He watches as you leave and decides then and there that you're his to save.

******

The first time he taps on your window in the middle of the night, you think it's one of the ghosts the townspeople are always going on about. But then you look and realize it's Lonnie. You glance over at your roommate snoozing away in her bed with her eye mask on and sneak out the front door quietly. There's a little patio table and chairs on your porch and he sits there with you, setting a greasy paper bag down in front of you.

“Here you go, princess. Eat up.” He smiles widely, like he's done you the best favor ever. You look in the bag and find a cheeseburger and some french fries. They smell so good you want to cry, but you know you can't give in.

“Oh, Lonnie. You're real sweet, but I can't.” His smile falls a little and he realizes that you're not just starving because the camp isn't feeding you. You're starving by choice. His jaw clenches and he looks like he's ready to fight someone.

“Honey, why are you doin’ this?” His voice is quiet and strained, like he's holding back. You look down at your hands in your lap and swallow the lump in your throat.

“I have to. I still have 3 more inches to lose if I ever want a man to want me–”

“Lemme stop you right there, sweetheart.” He tips your chin with his finger so that you have to look him in the eye. “Any man who thinks you need to starve yourself to be worth wantin’ is not a man worth havin’.”

“Lonnie–”

“I mean it!” He says it a little louder than he means to and then lowers his voice to a whisper. “I don't know who put it in your head that you need to change to be loved, but they're lyin’. You were beautiful and soft and healthy when you got here and I–”

Your eyebrows shoot up and he stops himself. “You what?”

“I would've loved to love you.” There's a moment of silence and tension and his eyes flick down to your lips. You're beside yourself with disbelief, convinced he must be saying all this for some yet-to-be revealed reason, a joke or a bet or something. He sighs deeply and pushes the bag of food toward you again.

“You gotta be hungry, sweetheart. Please eat. For me?” You sigh and dig out a few french fries. The second the first one hits your tongue, you let out a little whimper and close your eyes. They taste so damn good.

Lonnie can't stop the grin that spreads across his face as he watches the joy with which you eat. Something about you warms him in a way he hasn't ever experienced before. He pulls the cheeseburger out and holds it up to you. You shake your head and he takes a bite.

“You sure? It's good.” He waves it in front of your face again and wiggles his eyebrows. You giggle and take a tiny bite. It is so good.

That night he manages to get you to eat a handful of fries and three bites of burger. When he goes to leave, he wants to kiss you so badly it physically hurts, but he doesn't want to mess with his goal to get you healthy again. Instead, he nods awkwardly and heads to his place.

******

Over the next month and a half, Lonnie brings you food in the night. It starts slow, every third or fourth night, but by the end of it he's coming every night. In the beginning, you nibble on what he brings you, french fries and sandwiches and pizza and milkshakes, but by the end you're eating well and smacking his hands when he steals bites.

Your ability to eat isn't the only thing that grows. The tension between the two of you is palpable as you laugh and flirt and almost kiss more times than you can count. Somewhere around week four, your roommate goes home and it's just you in your little cabin, so he barely even has to sneak anymore.

He watches the color come back into your cheeks as they round out a little and your curves start to be noticeable again. His hands almost ache with the desire to touch you and more than once he finds himself thinking of you afterwards, his grip tight and pumping as he moans your name into the gray light just before sunrise.

With every meal you become a little more yourself. Your quick wit and smart mouth come back now that your brain is getting enough calories. You might be exhausted from the lack of sleep, but you don't care. Lonnie visiting you makes you feel better than anything else ever has. Sometimes you wonder if maybe there's more between you than just friendship, but he never does anything more than kiss your cheek before he leaves.

Everything is going well until you step on the scale and realize the numbers have gone the wrong direction by a lot. You stand and look in the mirror, pinching the parts you don't like. Your stomach is soft and your thighs touch again. Disgusting. The tears burn hot in your eyes and you want to take a surgeon’s knife to your body. Who could ever love this version of you? You decide you're never eating again.

By the time Lonnie shows up with a pizza, you've worked yourself into a pretty decent rage. This is his fault. Him with his burgers and fries and false validation. He did this to you and you're not even sure why. You could kick yourself for letting him derail you.

“Hiya honey! Pizza tonight!” He walks into your little house and then turns, sensing the tension. “What's wrong?”

“What's wrong?! Lonnie, I'm as big as I was when I got here!” He stares at you trying to figure out why that's a bad thing.

“Yeah? You look–”

“Huge! I look awful, Lonnie and it's your fault!” The tears start to cut hot pathways down your cheeks. “Why did you do this to me?”

He sets the pizza on the table and walks over to you. “Honey, all I did was help you–”

“Help me get fat again?! Why?!”

“Sweetheart, I told you–”

“Don't you dare say that you like me like this. That's a lie and you know it.” His eyes flash with something dangerously close to anger.

“Is it?! You think I’ve just been bringin’ you food for fun? You think I ain’t been sittin’ on my hands every night, just dyin’ to touch you? Jesus Christ, baby!” He's yelling now, pacing the room like some kind of caged animal. He stops and turns, cupping the side of your face with his hand. “I want you so bad I can barely see straight.”

You look up at him with your eyes shiny and wet, searching his for evidence that this is all some big practical joke. But all you find there is sincerity. It confuses you and makes you doubt yourself even more. Your next words come out quiet, steady but firm.

“Prove it.”

“Prove it?” He takes a step closer so that his body is almost touching yours.

“Prove it.”

His lips crash into yours so hard it almost hurts and his hands move to your hips, pulling you so close to him you can feel his whole body where it presses against you. The kiss builds in heat and intensity as your tongues tangle and his hands roam over all of your curves. His lips move down to your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, and he lays you on your little bed softly. He starts to unbutton your pajama top and presses kisses to the soft swell of your breasts. As he does, he murmurs against your skin.

“Women are supposed to be soft. Not all angles and bones. Soft and warm and round.” His right hand slides up to cup your breast, his thumb swiping across your nipple, as he works the other one with his mouth. He lets his tongue flick over it as it hardens for him and your back arches as you moan softly.

The buttons on the rest of your pajama top don't stand a chance as he rips it open, pressing hot, open-mouth kisses onto the soft flesh of your stomach. You cringe and instinctively try to cover yourself with your hands. He pulls back and shakes his head, moving your hands firmly but gently.

“No, baby. Don't hide from me. I've been dyin’ to see you, worship you, let you know what you do to me just by existing.” He laces his fingers in between yours and then bends over again, kissing your belly softly. “You're perfect. This is perfection.”

Some small part of you starts to believe that maybe he is telling the truth as he moves his hands to your waist and sucks on a spot just above your hip. Your hands go to the back of his hair and he moans.

“I could worship this part of you forever, honey.” He kisses back to the center, just below your belly button. “But I need to taste you.”

You moan softly as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and panties and pulls them down together. But before he dives in, he spends time dragging his lips along the insides of your thighs, squeezing them with his hands as he goes. When he finally does push them apart and spread you open, he groans at the sight of you glistening for him.

“You have a beautiful body. I'll never get enough of it.” He says the last part so reverently that it's almost like he's saying a prayer. That thought is fleeting, though, as he drags his tongue up your center and settles at your clit, making slow deliberate circles. He alternates between sturdy licks and sucking on you gently and soft little flicks. You feel your release start to gather low in your abdomen and he pulls back a little. “Pretty little clit. Matches the rest of you.”

He slips two fingers up inside where you're already slick and ready for him. He pumps them in and out before tickling you, feeling your walls flutter around him. You whimper and moan and his name falls from your lips like honey.

“Lonnie… oh god…”

“Come on, beautiful. Cum for me.” He says it half as a plea and half as a command, but it works perfectly and your body shudders as it comes unraveled on his tongue. He works you through it as the blood rushes through you like lightning. You gasp and shiver and he kisses your clit one last time before he makes his way back up your body, his big hand settling on the soft curve of your stomach. “Now do you believe me?”

You don't even answer, you just tear at his clothing, undoing buttons and zippers and everything else until he's as naked as you are. He presses his thigh up between yours and groans as you rub your wet center against him, your hips rolling deeply. You feel his cock where it presses against your hip, heavy, hard, and already leaking for you.

He pauses for a second, looking down at you underneath him, laid out and soft. And there's so much more than lust. His heart pounds and his mouth goes dry and it's like he’ll lose the ability to breathe if he's not inside you soon. He exhales shakily and leans his head forward on your shoulder.

“Fuck.” He's in love with you.

“What? Lonnie, are you okay?” You ask, gently stroking the back of his hair.

“Yeah, just, I've never… fuck.”

“Never what?” You whisper, suddenly scared. He lifts his head off your shoulder and looks into your eyes.

“I love you, honey.” It comes flying out of him before he can stop it and you sit there in stunned silence for a while.

“I love you, too, Lonnie.” Your voice is soft and shaky, but you know it's true. No man has ever made you feel this wanted, this beautiful just the way you are. He looks at you like you're the most precious thing on earth and then kisses you so deeply that it's like his soul touches yours. Then, he rearranges to be between your legs and lifts one of your thighs to wrap around his waist. When he pushes inside you, every doubt and fear you've ever had about your body fades away for the moment and there is only you and him and the sensation of him opening you like you were born to be wrapped around him. He moans softly and then starts to move, slowly at first and then building up speed and intensity.

“Oh god, baby. You feel so goddamn good, taking me so well. You are perfect.” His hips snap against yours and you could cry with how good it feels when he fills you up. His breath is hot on your skin as he pounds you. “I love– fuck– I love you.”

His hand is solid on your thigh and his fingers press into your skin. He revels in the softness of you as he feels his orgasm gather at the base of his cock. You whimper and gasp and squeeze him as another climax washes over you.

“Lonnie!” His name drips from your lips like a prayer as you shudder around him. He bites his lip and grunts.

“So close, baby. Fuck!” He groans as he holds himself still while he pulses and spills his warmth inside you. Your skin is damp with sweat and you both breathe heavily in the aftershocks of pleasure. Eventually, your heart rates return to normal and he settles on your chest with your hand in his hair. You enjoy the comfortable silence for a while, just being together in blissful harmony. When he speaks, his voice is soft and filled with adoration. “You believe me now?”

He lifts his head up to look you in the eye.

“Yes.”

“No more starving?” You shake your head with tears in your eyes.

“Never again.”

“Good. Need you strong to follow me on the rodeo circuit.” You giggle and kiss his forehead.

“The rodeo circuit?” He nods sleepily.

“Mhmm. We're gettin’ the hell out of here first thing in the morning.”

“We?”

“Yeah baby. I thought you were mine to save. Turns out you're mine to love. As long as you'll have me.” You smile softly as he kisses you.

“Forever, then.”

“Forever.”

******

The End

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Taglist:

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[swisccfinds]

50 ONE LEVEL CAREERS: Storytelling careers megapack by isy's the snake

Here is yet another career mod pack, but this one has no promotions, you just work and your job level stays at 1. As the title say this mod is best for story telling!

creator's notes-

This mod requires XML Injector by Scumbumbo. You can find it here. Pay attention if you don't already have it for another mod! In that case, you do not need to re-install it. Be sure it is updated for the last patch.

XML Injector is a mod required for some mods to work. So, you install it as any other mod in your Mods folder, no more than one subfolder deep.

This mod has been updated for the version 1.99.305 of the game (second update after Horse Ranch).

It doesn't required any DLC to work. Base game compatible

I've adopted this mod from the amazing ItsKatato who, due to her hiring at EA, couldn't continue to mod. I have made some changes: • I have changes all the pics of the careers — now they all show Sims (please check the credits paragraph at the end to see who was the amazing raccoon who helped me); • I have updated the mod for the Horse Ranch patch; • I have cleared ALL the tuning errors; • Fixed the description of some careers who appeared to be missing.

Now, here we go with the explanation of the mod (originally written by ItsKatato, edited by me):

Katato said: "Have you ever had a story planned out for your sims but you can't find the perfect career for them? Most of the time when I find the career it ends up being a complicated career with a bunch of promotion tasks and extra stuff. Well, I've made a pack of a bunch of single-level careers. All your sim has to do is go to work, that's it. This is perfect for the non-important sims in your life, like the forgotten children of your legacy challenge." In short: those are 50 careers you can use for NPCs Sims or random Sims you do not want to care about. As Amethyst said: "Go to work, make money, leave me alone". Your Sims won't need any task to perform to upgrade and get a promotion, as well as they do not really need an ideal mood to go to work since it won't change their performance. They just go and do their job. And now the list of all careers:

1. Anesthetiologist 2. Cartographer 3. Chiropractor 4. Compliance Officer 5. Data Scientist 6. Dental Hygienist 7. Dentist 8. Diagnostic Medical Sonographer 9. Financial Advisor 10. Financial Manager 11. Genereal Surgeon 12. Genetic Counselor 13. Home Health Aide 14. Information Security Analyst 15. IT Manager 16. Interpreter And Translator 17. Lawyer 18. Marriage And Family Therapist 19. Massage Therapist 20. Mathematician 21. Mechanical Engineer 22. Medical And Health Services Manager 23. Nurse Anesthetist 24. Nurse Practitioner 25. Obstetrician And Gynecologist 26. Occupational Therapist 27. Operations Reasearch Analyst 28. Optometrist 29. Oral And Maxillofacial Surgeon 30. Orthodontist 31. Orthotist And Prosthetist 32. Paralegal 33. Pediatrician 34. Personal Care Aide 35. Phlebotomist 36. Physical Therapist 37. Physical Therapist Assistant 38. Physician 39. Physician Assistant 40. Pilot 41. Podiatrist 42. Prosthodontist 43. Psychiatrist 44. Registered Nurse 45. Respiratory Therapist 46. Software Developer 47. Speech-Language Pathologist 48. Statician 49. Substance Abuse And Behavioral Disorder Counselor 50. Veterinarian 51. Web Developer 52. Wind Turbine Technician 

lets give some of our love and support to isy!

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[tragedy-of-commons]

— IT STARTED WITH A WHISPER . . .

hello! as a thank you for 200 followers, i've decided to host my first ever event! ♡

the premise is simple: send in a dialogue prompt with a character and receive a drabble! (make sure you send in an ask instead of messaging me or commenting on this post.)

the submission window is from september 11th-19th (cst/utc−06:00). they will likely be posted after this window ends, time varying a smidge depending on how many submissions i get. you don't need to be following to participate!

STATUS ✦ CONCLUDED 9/27/24

— GUIDELINES:

sfw only. for more stipulations, please read my other rules here!

make sure the character you request is from either hsr or genshin impact!

optional: include a romantic, platonic, or familial tag at the end of your prompt - it just helps me out and adds some extra flavor.

i may pick and choose which requests i fulfill.

i'm only accepting reader-insert submissions for this event.

regarding characters, no one from natlan and no one from the xianzhou yaoqing. i haven't played up to these points in either of the games, sadly.

all drabbles posted will be tagged with #[200] everybody talks!

— EXAMPLES:

"are you hurt?" + aventurine

"do you have to annoy me like it's your life's mission?" + beidou + romantic

"you're supposed to be dead." + sunday + familial

"...why are you on the floor?" + furina

"there's no need to hide things from me. i'm not your enemy." + gepard + platonic

— MASTERLIST:

"why is your smile fake?" + lyney

"can't sleep?" + aventurine + platonic/familial

"someone get the medic. get the medic!" + jing yuan + platonic/familial

"do you ever think about that drunken kiss we shared?" + dan heng

"you are a genius at misunderstanding me." + dr. ratio

"you're not good enough for him. just break up..." + jean + platonic

"let's meet again, in our next life..." + dan heng + romantic

"are you crying?" + blade + platonic/familial

"you're burning up." + aventurine

"wanna make a bet?" + ayato

"i just wanted to hold your hand." + dan heng + romantic

"who did this to you?" + xiao + romantic

"i may not be a formal therapist, but..." + black swan + (queer)platonic

"that was but a moment of weakness. think nothing of it." + dan feng + romantic

"i've spent my whole life building walls around my heart..." + dan heng + romantic

— TAGLIST: @flower-yi, @moineauz, @aphrodict, @nomazee, @singularity-sam, @harque, @thestarswhisper

[ghouljams]

Hi. I slept around when i was 18-24 years old. I slept with 27 people (mostly one night stands) in total. I deeply regret this. My behavour started due to a sexual assault, which sent me into a spiral of alcoholism, self-hate and depression. I had almost most of my partners in a drunken state, some I don't even remember. Thankfully I have been sober for two and a half years and abstained from sex for three years. I have also reflected upon my actions and turned my life around. My past experiences and behaviour have really damaged how I percieve sex and my body. Since being abstained from sex I have realized how much it means. I want to start dating, to hopefully have a long-term commitment. I am however, terrified that my "encounters" will be a dealbreaker. This idea that men just "have to deal with it" is nice, but I think it is bs in reality. I think for most men it is a deal-breaker, and I have to live with that. But I do not wish to lie about my past to my future partner either, should the topic come up. Any thoughts or tips? Would love some perspective.

Wow. Heavy.

I sat with how, and if, to answer this for a while because I want to approach this with compassion and understanding.

First: I think talking this out with a therapist, if you aren't already, would help you out a lot. There are plenty of therapists who specialize in sexual trauma and I think that's what you should look for if you decide to seek help.

Second I want to say that I think this hard pendulum swing from hyper-sexuality to sexual guilt is too common, but no less harmful to the person experiencing it. I wish I could hold your hand when I say that I think you've moved from one form of self harm to another. Beating yourself up over decisions you made in the wake of a horrible trauma that came from a need to cope is not going to help you in the long run.

The way we perceive ourselves is constantly changing, but that doesn't mean we're always right. I also would caution you against putting "meaning" on sex. Sex is just sex. It's a thing people do for a million different reasons, some mean something and others don't. The idea that sex has some huge weight to it or is a special gift that you only give people you truly care about is incredibly dangerous and will only damage your perception of yourself further. It's also incredibly motivated by the idea that you can shame people into obedience.

Do not fall victim to indoctrination tactics that put you in a position of shame.

Here's the truth of the matter. For some men it will be a deal-breaker, and for others it won't be, but why would you want to chase after the men who dislike you for something you did out of self-preservation? Also in all honesty most men don't give a shit about how many people you've slept with. This idea that all men want a perfect virginal vessel is just absolute horseshit that's been perpetuated by misogynistic media and disseminated to the general population. The only thing a good partner will care about is if you're comfortable and interested in having sex with them.

Men don't care how many people you've had sex with. Men are dogs. Men are lucky to even get sex with everything they've done to you.

I also want to leave you with this: the way you talk about yourself and sex raises many alarm bells. I don't know if you have a deeply christian background or if you've recently gotten involved with a church, but they are not helping you. I would caution you against placing too much weight behind the decisions you made in the past impacting the way your future will go. You are not a sinner who's been permanently marred by your deeds. You are a person who made choices you now regret and that's ok. Your future is dependent on the people you surround yourself with and the way you present yourself. Sex doesn't mean anything unless you want it to, but the people that tell you sex means everything are hurting you.

[mistninja]

LIST OF PALESTINIAN ACCOUNTS THAT HAVE REACHED OUT TO ME (updated as of Sept 8, 2024, part 1)

i think this may be better than posting the asks separately, so im putting them all here:

Hashem @hashemsh12, vetted by associationg (married to @samarsh97, shared by @/90-ghost here) Their campaign is currently at 8765/45000 EUR: I am Hashem, I would like to help my family, consisting of my 6-month-old child👶 and 8 people, to meet their needs and survive.👨‍👩‍👦

Youssef @yousefjehad3, number 255 in the list by @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi. His campaign is currently at 7171/15000 USD: I am 19 years old. I support a family of 5 people because my father is sick and cannot work.

Mohammed @help-mona, shared by @/90-ghost here and by @/northgazaupdates. His campaign is currently at 8035/185300 EUR: I'm Mohammed, a 30-year-old husband and proud father. My daughter, Mona, just celebrated her fifth birthday on July 15, 2024. I named her after my strong mother, who raised and educated my four siblings and me despite losing our father, our backbone, to cancer during our childhood.

Omar Al-Habil @saveomarfamily, says it's vetted by @/90-ghost but I couldn't find it, I searched the images and it seems fine but if anyone has any information please let me know. VERY LOW, his campaign is currently at 475/35000 USD: My family and I were displaced from northern Gaza after my house was bombed and destroyed. Now, my wife, my three daughters and I live in a tent made of some cloth. My daughter is sick and suffers from malnutrition. We are suffering a lot. PLEASE BOOST.

Ehab Ayyad @ehabayyad23, unvetted but seems legit. His campaign is currently at 2508/50000 EUR: I am Ehab Ayyad ❤ a palestinian youngman from Gaza🍉🇵🇸, seeking to find safety and peace ☝️for my family if twenty members. We have been ❤🇵🇸🍉passing through all forms of torture and pain for almost ten months because of the war on Gaza.

Doaa @dodoomar12345, shared by @/90-ghost here. Her campaign is currently at 189139/300000 SEK or around 16635/26385 EUR: Please help my autistic child live a normal life and help my family survive death.

Ghada @ghadanabilfamily, unvetted but seems legit. His campaign is VERY LOW, only 278/20000 EUR: I'm Ghada from the Gaza Strip. After the war intensified, my family and I fled to the southern part of the strip. We lost our home and everything we owned. We are currently living in a school for displaced people in the south. PLEASE BOOST.

Majed @majedgaza1, unvetted but seems legit. His campaign is currently at 4178/70000 USD: My family and I were displaced to the south. After 188 days of exhaustion, constant fear, and losing everything we owned, we were displaced to Egypt and paid a large sum, but some of my family and all our loved ones are still suffering in Gaza.

The blog @ayahoftheday reached out to me about Islam @islamgazaaccount3, his previous accounts have been deleted but his paypal have been shared by @/90-ghost here and by @/northgazaupdates here. His campaign is currently at 2050/30000 EUR: Islam, a physical therapist, 27-year-old, is living in Gaza without any form of shelter or safety for himself and his family of 6 including his 85 years old grandfather who lost a hand from a prior Israeli bombing, and is barely able to perform everyday tasks due to a lack of clean water to wash his hand with. Their home was demolished by a bombing from the Israeli occupation. While shelter is crucial, they also urgently need food and water. All of their necessities were taken away.

@anas--basil reached out about his brother Osama's gofundme. Shared by @/90-ghost here and vetted by association here. His campaign is currently at 2627/15000 EUR: My brother Osama and our family are facing incredibly difficult times due to the ongoing war in Gaza. Osama's livelihood and dreams have been shattered, but he's determined to rebuild his life and continue supporting us.

Noha @nohabed, vetted by association with @rhq2774. VERY LOW on funds, the campaign is only at 845/30000 GBP: Hello, my name is Noha, a mother of 4 children in Gaza. We now live in inhumane conditions, lacking all the necessities of life. We have lost our home and our loved ones. We have been forced to move more than 9 times so far and we are now subject to an evacuation order. PLEASE BOOST.

Sami @zainsami, currently unvetted but seems fine. Please let me know if there's any extra information regarding this one. VERY LOW on funds, the campaign is currently at 525/35000 EUR: I’m reaching out with a heavy heart, as my family and I have been displaced by the war in Gaza. We lost everything and are now living in a tent, struggling with the lack of basic necessities like food, medicine, and clean water. PLEASE BOOST.

[anamericangirl]

What’s a good reason to not take my own life? I’ve been feeling this way for years. Been to multiple treatment programs. Seen by several different therapists. Anti-depressants. I frequently go outdoors to exercise. Try to fill up my life with being optimistic about my (admittedly nice) job, hobbies, travel, and volunteering. And yet I’m still no better than I was 5 years ago and I have no hope about a happy future. “Your family will miss you.” Ok, and? I think it’s selfish to tell people in pain to continue living like that because some people might temporarily feel sad. They’ll eventually move on. My friends too, especially the ones who are happily married “to their best friends” and having babies and are so happy that they forget I exist.

Hey anon I hope I am not too late! I am just getting out of a hurricane and was without internet access for several days so i apologize for the delay.

But there are so many reasons not to take your own life. In fact, I can’t think of a single reason why you should.

I know it’s tough right now and trust me, I know that depression makes it all feel pointless and worthless and can plague you for years but even though if feels like forever I promise you these feelings and this depression and your circumstances are TEMPORARY. And it would be a tragedy for you to take your life over temporary circumstances and not see what is possible on the other side.

Yes your family and friends will miss you but you should stay because your life has purpose and meaning! Therapy and anti-depressants are good and I’m glad you’ve been trying those things because that means you don’t actually want to die - you just want the pain to stop. And that’s completely understandable and also manageable!

It’s great that you’ve been continuing to exercise and do volunteer work because those things can definitely impact your mood, but they aren’t the source of true joy, peace and happiness. Now I’m a Christian so I’m sure it won’t surprise you for me to say this, but what you are looking for and what you need can only come from God. I urge you to put your faith and trust in him and give him your burdens.

The devil has a hold on you right now, don’t let him win!

“So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” - Isaiah 41:10

For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. - Jeremiah 29:11

“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.” - John 10:10

“Cast your cares on the LORD and he will sustain you; he will never let the righteous be shaken.” - psalm 55:22

“The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. The righteous person may have many troubles, but the LORD delivers him from them all.” - psalm 34:18-19

But now that I’ve gone on my spiel, here are some reasons I think it’s good to keep living. Not all my original thoughts but ones i agree with.

1. You matter

2. No one else is you.

3. Your younger self

4. Your next favorite song.

5. Warm blankets.

6. Thunderstorms

7. The fact that you’re in control of your future.

8. Experiencing new cultures.

9. Making new friends.

10. Road trips.

11. Sunsets and sunrises.

12. Reading good books.

13. Learning a new language.

14. Adopting a pet.

15. Fresh baked bread and cookies.

16. Getting packages in the mail.

17. Autumn.

18. Pumpkin spice.

19. Drinking coffee in the morning.

20. Beaches and being able to sink your toes into the sand.

21. Stepping on crunchy leaves.

22. Recovery.

23. Falling in love.

24. Rain.

25. Petting puppies and kittens.

26. Drinking water.

27. Trying something new and loving it.

28. Your favorite artist putting out new music.

29. A new season on your favorite TV show.

30. Planting a garden and growing your own vegetables.

31. Farmers Markets.

32. Trying out the newest local coffee shop or restaurant.

33. Karaoke

34. All of the people you have yet to meet.

35. Horseback riding

36. Stars.

37. Ice cream.

38. Ice tea.

39. Scented candles.

40. Learning something new.

41. Museums.

42. Going to the movies.

43. Hearing your favorite song come on the radio.

44. Learning to make a new recipe.

45. Your life is precious.

46. You are enough.

47. Random acts of kindness.

48. God looked at the world and thought it needed you.

49. Your story could save someone else.

50. Looking back on this time in 10 years and realizing you made it.

There’s an endless amount of reasons to stay alive and I hope some of them resonate with you.

But if you are desperate please reach out to the suicide prevention hotline at 988. If you are outside the US then you can find the number for your location here.

Please know that I am praying for you and please reach out to me again if you want to. I would love to keep up with how you are doing 💜

[wonderingpanda]

Fight for Joy

Rise!Raph x Fem!Reader

Thank you @shadyfancherryblossom I love this request, I think it’s so cute! Please enjoy!

Raph was only 27

Only 27 when it happened, the day everything changed, the day he became a father

You gave birth to a gorgeous baby girl, she had a lot of turtle-like features with some human aspects blended into her body

Her name, Athena; and who better to name your child after than the goddess of war herself

Raph was considering naming her in honour of Karai but didn’t want to place that pressure on her

From day one you two were the ultimate parenting duo

And you best believe Raph helped with everything, this man is pure husband material and will cater to your every need

During the Krang war things got bad

Everything was going moderately ok and you had managed to somewhat raise Athena while battling against a nuclear alien threat

That was until Raph’s passing

It was a heartbreaking day for everyone but especially you

Knowing you would have to be a single mother, explain to your daughter why her father was gone

It didn’t feel real

Athena would grow up with you as an incredible mother

The rest of the group assisted in raising both her and Casey

They grew up together, trained by Leo with free schooling from their knowledgeable uncle Donnie

April worked to be the best supporter she could for you with Mikey providing his usual cuddly comfort

Both served as the Athena’s secret therapists as she grew older

Not a day went by where you didn’t think of him

When Cassandra passed you fell quickly after

Both children were heartbroken

But once Athena saw you in the past, with Raph, looking bright and cheerful

She knew things would be ok, she’d make sure of it

It was an emotional roller coaster but Athena appreciated it

While Casey stayed she chose to go home due to the space-time complications

Mikey somehow managed to send her back without completely falling apart and Athena was eternally grateful

She was able to return home to a happy, healthy, fully alive family

And you got spend the rest of your life alongside Raph, raising your gorgeous warrior daughter

I hope you liked my interpretation of your request, (I also hope it’s ok that I dove a little into the movie timeline). Funnily enough, Athena is actually a character I made in another tmnt fanfic I’ve been thinking up for 2012. I’m still not sure how I plan to do the x reader element but I might put some polls up to help me decide. Anyway thank you for reading, I hope you have an amazing day/night wherever you are!✨