#i'll probably delete it on that day

[simbico]

Hugo: “Maybe after the party I can introduce you to Biggus Dickus.”

Amantius: *choosing to ignore him* “Why are you clipping in the back?”

I forgot how buggy this costume is.....

[lost-in-fandoms]

Part 2 from this post. Here part 1. This is not very happy, I'm sorry.

cw: (sort of) discussion of dub-con of the heat variety, mentions of sexual content.

Hissing+growling

It's late afternoon when Daniel comes out of the bathroom, holding his shirt in his hands and considering if it would be worth it to put it back on again.

Max is asleep now, splayed under the sheets with a small frown on his face, but the room is still permeated by the sweet smell of hormones and the sticky one of slick and cum, and Daniel can tell the heat is not quite over yet. It makes some alpha part of him deeply content, to have their scents intertwined like this and a satisfied omega in his bed, despite all the other mixed feelings turning in his brain at the moment.

He had finally managed to talk to Christian, just before his shower, to inform him and also to ask what the fuck, and the man had confirmed what Daniel had suspected since the night before: this was not one of Max's scheduled heats. It probably was part of the reason why it had hit Max like that, hard and fast, barely giving Daniel any time to get him out of the club and to the hotel without giving their pr people a massive headache.

And now he is left with this: Max naked and spent in his bed, and a very big question mark above the state of their personal and professional relationship.

He's considering slipping back into the sheets, alpha instincts screaming at him to go back to touching his the omega, or maybe texting Michael to have a big freak out about the whole situation, when someone knocks at the door.

He makes it over as quickly as possible, knowing it's probably the food he has ordered for himself and Max, but he still hears Max shift behind him, making a small snuffling sound that makes Daniel smile.

He's still smiling as he drags the little food cart inside, turning into the room, ready to feed his the omega, a good morning on his tongue when Max hisses at him.

It almost happens in slow motion. Daniel turns towards the bed, meeting Max's wide eyes. Max recoils, sitting up so fast Daniel can almost see him getting dizzy. Max's confused expression flickers to fear for a second before shuttering closed. And then he hisses at Daniel.

Daniel instinctively steps back, raising his hands and curling his shoulders inwards, trying to make himself as non-threatening as possible, brain already scrambling to find the reason why Max is upset.

"Max, what..." he can't even finish the question before Max is hissing again, pulling the sheets higher to cover his chest. His hands are shaking.

"Max," Daniel tries again, softer this time, forcing the hurt out of his voice, every alpha part of him screaming to fix this. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Max shakes his head, baring his teeth a little, pressing his back into the headboard harder.

"What did you do to me?" he bites out, voice hoarse. Images from the last twelve hours surge through Daniel's mind, Max opening up so well for him, moaning around his knot, drool on his chin, tears streaming down his cheeks. Max on his hands and knees, back arching under Daniel's hand. Max pulling at Daniel's hair, dragging his face into the crook of his neck, right above his mating gland.

"I didn't do anything, mate," Daniel answers, knowing immediately it's the wrong thing to say when Max hisses again.

"You, you...knotted me!" There's a blush high on Max's cheeks, spreading further as he spits the words, embarrassment and anger mixing in a dangerous cocktail.

"Yes? You were in heat, and you asked..."

"I would not ask!" Max interrupts him, fists closing harder around the sheets, voice growing louder and higher. "You should have left me!"

It's a hit to Daniel's ego, this straight up refusal from Max that he would even want to spend his heat with him, but he decides to save that hurt for later, having bigger problems at hand.

"Max," he says, forcing himself to keep his voice patient and level, "I couldn't have left you like that, you were in pain. And you did ask me."

"Then you should have said no!"

Daniel doesn't understand. He gets it, that Max is confused, probably still a little out of it from his heat, but Daniel had been good to him. He had treated him right. He doesn't understand where all this anger and fear is coming from. He was helping!

"Listen, if you tell me who's your usual heat buddy I will call them for you, okay? So they can help you with the rest of it." It hurts, to even suggest it. No part of his alpha instincts wants him to leave the omega alone, no part of him wants to leave Max like this, but he knows how important it is for omegas to be comfortable during their heats, and if Max isn't comfortable with him anymore, then they'll have to sort this all out another time.

He's expecting Max to relax a little, but he bristles instead, blush deepening.

"Fuck you, I do not have a heat buddy," he spits, crossing his arms. Daniel's traitorous eyes linger a little on the swell of his chest under the sheets, the bulge of his biceps, before he's able to get a hold on himself.

Wait, no heat buddy?

"Max, was this the first..."

Again, Max doesn't let him finish, hissing loud and angry at him. Daniel's brain stumbles, too much sudden confusing information, and he fucks up.

He growls back, irritated.

The reaction is immediate. Max's eyes widen and he slumps, bowing forward until his forehead is almost touching his knees, back of his neck exposed in submission even before Daniel has the chance to start being horrified in himself.

"Shit," he swears, taking a step towards the bed and then stopping when Max flinches. "Max, I didn't mean..."

Max's shoulders are shaking. Daniel feels nauseous.

"Max, I swear, I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry."

He backs away until he's pressed against the wall furthest away, watches as Max slowly straighten his back, pulling the sheet up with him. There's a blankness on his face that wasn't there before. The room smells sour, upset omega scent overpowering everything else.

"I want you to leave, Daniel" Max says, his voice just as flat as his expression.

Daniel doesn't know if his body is supposed to feel like this, if his heart is supposed to be beating this way.

"Max, I'm sorry," he pleads, some part of him acutely aware that if he leaves this room now, they'll never be the same. He'll never be the same.

Max doesn't say anything else, just looks down at his lap, looking small in the dirty sheets, distressed scent like hands around Daniel's throat.

Daniel picks up his phone and wallet, weirdly glad he had gotten dressed again before opening the door so he doesn't have to prolong this strange walk of shame now. He feels disconnected from his own body, everything feeling wrong wrong wrong.

"You should call Christian, let him know when you'll be leaving," is somehow what his voice decides to say, instead of any of the questions and apologies his brain is currently screaming.

He just barely hears Max's first sob over the click of the door locking behind him.

[spurgie-cousin]

Trump is in a decent position to win as of 11:25 EST and so many of the races he's winning are by such miniscule numbers. 5,000, 2,000 statewide and I'm sorry if you abstained and are just cool with it, fine. but this election will make some difficult choices for me and many like me and it just really sucks that so many people care more about an abstract point than the everyday rights of women in particular

like I know no one who abstained wants to hear from people it genuinely might affect, but I have a Peruvian in law who is legal (not a citizen) but who is very at risk of being sent back it Trump even pursues half of the things regarding immigrants he's promised. He has a wife who is American and relatives who have just come here legally with the hope to pursue citizenship which under project 2025 might not be possible for them

Also I'm sure out of everyone the last person you want to hear from is a middle class white bitch but I have wanted to be a mom my whole life and I've held off until I think I can give a baby the best life I possibly can. And I live in a state that might make the decision to kill me if I have complications that would result in an abortion and I legitimately am so scared of that I might temporarily move back to my home blue state, women have died in my state already because of this. Pregnancy is extremely daunting under the best of circumstances but our country's mortality rate for both babies and mothers continues to be under other developed nations and I know other people have it so much worse than me. But in the richest nation in the world it just really sucks that I have to decide between moving away from my house and husband if I get pregnant or staying in a state where I could die for VERY preventable reasons because the doctors were too afraid to give the care I needed.

Anyway I'm not trying to guilt people necessarily like I fucking get it but this does have immediate consequences for more people than just my family. And it just sucks.

[elliscousland]

thinking about the time i put a raw, rotten chicken through my friend's abuser's window

[m-eltdown]

[shepscapades]

dbhc discord? 🥺🙏

Hi!! Figure now is as good a time as any to mention, but I do actually have a discord!

However, I should clarify that this is NOT a minecraft, hermitcraft, or dbhc-specific discord. It's a discord for my streams! It's kind of turned into a little community where people share art and chat about stuff, and i do often share little sneak peek posts sometimes there, so a lot of the chatter tends to be about hermits and whatnot since that's what i've been into, but yeah!

I usually only post the invite link during streams for those who wanna watch in the future/be part of the little community that gets stream notifs, but I figured since it's been asked about on occasion, i would post the link here! This link will expire in a few days, but if you want notifications for when I stream, please feel free to join!

Like all discord servers, I ask that you read the rules and everything before interacting, of course :] <3

[tagidearte]

There's something special about Moon being the only side of the DCA who has canonically (gameverse) voiced his counterpart's name ("No more Sun", which yes it's not him directly saying Sun's name since it's a figure of speech, but still) whereas Sun - the chatterbox - only refers to Moon via "he" or "other me". Moon, the quiet one who mostly laughs vs Sun who mostly uses words. Sun, who is scared of Moon, never utters his name whereas Moon clearly has no problem with it. Both of them using "we☀️/us🌙" prior to Eclipse. Moon, whose only opinion of Sun we can infer is "the other me trapped me in light so now I trap him in shadow", vs Sun's whole thing which is profoundly more fleshed out.

I don't know man, the "no more Sun" line always did things to me. I remember playing Ruin for the first time and getting this... jarring emotion when I heard Moon saying that. It's such a small line but good god did I latch onto it.

[orb-weaving]

I have not been so physically unwell about a ship as chronohaul in a long, long time.

[softie-rain]

Sejanus Plinth. Perceived by all, loved by many, understood by few.

[chimchiri]

I think I might have deleted the post about the interview but - I did get the job! :''') <3

[dangerousdan-dan]

Don't tell me US politics don't affect other countries. I'm not from the US but since Trump won it's like all the assholes have been given permission to say the most vile things possible.

Since the US has influence almost everywhere (and I hate this fact with every fiber of my being), the ideology of its government ends up being something that impacts all the other countries where said government intervenes in any way, shape or form.

This week alone I've heard people celebrating and feeling justified in their hatred for minorities. People saying that "if the US hates women and queers then why shouldn't we??" People calling me names to my face and saying I don't deserve to have a job and that Trump is right because people like me should be eradicated.

I'm not from the US and I don't feel safe. I'm not from the US and I'm just as scared and angry. So damn angry, for me and the people like me who live in the US and outside of it but are affected anyway. I'm fucking furious that the US holds this amount of power over the rest of the world.

[anne-bsd-bibliophile]

Having relationships when you're neurodivergent can be so hard. I don't get a lot of nonverbal cues, or at least that's what I've been told. I can't really tell, so I just take their word for it. Apparently I come across as argumentative a lot when I never intend to. I was accused of being too clingy and "following them around like a lost puppy" when I thought I was just trying to have a conversation with someone I thought was a friend. If I'm overwhelmed I shut down and don't talk much, but then I'm accused of being standoffish. I get excited and have a tendency to talk too much about things I enjoy, so I've told for my entire life that if I talk about my interests I won't have any friends. I try to keep all this in mind and be on my best behavior, especially with the people I love most because I really don't want to run them off. I never notice until it is far too late that my friends stopped spending time with me. I'll find myself looking for them only to realize they don't want to be my friend anymore and I have absolutely no idea why. But I do know I struggle with communicating with people, so it must be my fault, right? Whenever I try to show how much I care about someone, I always seem to be doing it "wrong." I don't know what I did wrong, but whether I know what I did or not everyone eventually leaves me. I'm just not cut out to have friends.

[essenceofarda]

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[softestaries]

current mood: lying in a ditch listening to champagne problems

[non-un-topo]

Did my second T shot at home. Moments of import: (TW needles)

[chronurgy]

My mother is dropping hints that she wants to move in with me after she retires in a few years which is extra fucking crazy because I live in a one bedroom apartment with my spouse and am nowhere near in a financial position to purchase a house so what does she think is going to happen? Someone sleeps in the fucking living room? I pull the money for a house or a bigger apartment out of my ass?

Also I'm not her best option by a long shot? Her house is nearly paid off and worth bare minimum twice what she paid for it so she could definitely take that money buy something outright if she wanted so idk why she's looking at me (okay well I do know, it's because she's weirdly dependent on me and expects me to manage her life for some fucking reason)