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[zvdvdlvr]

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“Hungry, dove?” Remus purred, raspy voice causing your hips to jerk further onto his crotch. Your tongue traced the pale marks on his neck from the last time he let you drink from the most intense ambrosia you’d ever tasted. “I know you need it.”

His large hands gripped your hips tightly, following your inhumanly carnal movements with his hands. Remus couldn’t look away from your eyes. You wanted to ravage him in a way that only you could. “Are you gonna give me what I need?” You asked lowly. Every inhale of Remus’s scent made you even more feral and you knew you didn’t have as much control of yourself as you wished. “You like when I drink your blood, don’t you? Do you like feeling the blood leaving your fingertips? Hm? Do you like how I can bring you your the brink of death, pretty boy?” Remus’s jaw clenched, revealing a vein in his temple. His hands tightened their hold on you and tried to force your soaking core onto his (he couldn’t, of course. Vampires were well known for their physical strength and agility).

“I love it,” he choked, feeling you press kisses from the shell of his ear to his throat. “Fuck, dove, I love it.”

“Masochist,” you absent teased.

Remus would have laughed if you weren’t violently groping every part of his body before covering his mouth and tilting his head.

“Jus’ like that,” he tried to say.

You carefully sunk your top two fangs into the delicate skin of Remus’s neck, watching intensely as two ruby red drops of his blood pooled up.

“Drink, my love,” Remus groaned, your hand falling from his face to track his pulse in case you got carried away (Remus hadn’t told you how much you had already consumed until he was halfway dead. Handsome bloke would let you kill him if you wanted). His head fell back onto the smooth silk of your pillow. You didn’t sleep well, but when you did Remus made sure you had good quality materials.

“I love you,” you whispered, watching the fat drops of blood merge. Without warning you attatched your mouth to the wound and whimpered at the overwhelmingly euphoric taste of Remus’s blood. The friction from your underwear and Remus’s underwear hit your clit just right.

The lycanthrope withered underneath you. Truly, he felt amazing when you drank his blood. His heart pounded until it didn’t and he felt disassociatedly relaxed, giving you complete control. Sure that was in your genetics to slowly immobilize your ‘victims’ but Remus found himself looking for the pain. 

Remus came when you let out a particularly loud growl near his ear, humping him like you’d die if you didn’t.

And Remus loved every second of it.

remus sluts: @sp1rit-realm

[lumilovessmut]

My Messy Girl

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Nanami Kento x Female Reader

Trigger warnings: Smut (18+), slight choking, daddy kink, office sex, slight exhibitionism, p in v, established relationship, name calling: love, sweetheart, slut, dear, wifey, baby, mama, few mentions of breeding, slight pervert Nanami.

A/n: Hello my lovely readers! It's your lumi 🧡 So I thought I'd give you guys something special cause my hiatus is supposed to end around May but since you readers would want something I'm making this, I hope you guys will love it too 🧡 As always striving to make better quality fanfics for you guys. It would be really helpful if u guys can join my Instagram account also. I'll leave the link below, ty 🧡🧡🧡

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Upload date: 10th March, 2024

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Everybody knows Nanami Kento was a clean freak. But if anyone were to see Nanami right now they would be astonished. His office is a mess, the papers on his desk is in a disarray, his couch is messy, and if it were normal working hours right now, everyone would have heard your pathetic, melodious moans. But the most surprising factor of all would be, the fact that Nanami Kento, the NANAMI KENTO is so messy right now that it is both a sin and a boon to look at him. He has you, who only came to deliver his dinner because it was very late and he may stay in the office for more hours. But the moment Nanami saw you, his world blurred and only your presence was worthy of his attention. The dinner you prepared in the cute bento box didn't matter only you did.

Everything was a blur, Nanami has been eating you out for more than what seems like eternity, his tongue laps at your entrance and he fucks his saliva into your hole, like a thrifty man in the desert he keeps sucking all your juices. The bridge of his nose serves to be a good spot for grinding your clit, Nanami was in heaven. "Baby, have I ever told you- fuck that you taste like the nectar from heavens? Yeah, keep going, just one more baby, just- fuck one more please darling, make a mess! make a mess, sweetheart I'm just a mess for you down there." "Nanami pleas- I-I-I can't n-no mor-nghhh please no mor-eek! Gonna ah! Gonna cum! Nanamiiiiiii!" "Don't worry princess cum, just like that mmmmmmgh, fuck you taste heavenly, keep cumming, mmmmm." Nanami, keeps tongue fucking you till you calm down, once he comes up from between your legs, you see the most breath taking view of your life, disheveled hair, your juices running down his chiselled face.

"Wanna taste yourself baby?", he comes and kisses you, "understand why I like your cum so much? Hmm? Answer me baby?", "Yes", you could hardly answer him, he looked too ethereal for you to comprehend anything else, without much thought in mind you brush the baby hair stuck to his forehead. "Wanna be come my Messy Girl?" Nanami suddenly asked you and to say you were shocked was an understatement cause you knew he hated messes yet here he his asking you if you can be his messy girl. You nod yes cause after all who would say to no to him?

The only thought your head is filled with is Nanami and the only thing your cunt is filled with is his cum and dick, he has been fucking you practically everywhere in his office, on his desk? Check. On his office sofa? Check. On the glass window looking down the city? Check. His thick girthy cock, throbbing with veins and his pretty flushed red tip banging at your cervix was bringing you closer to heaven than even death can bring you to. "Baby imagine someone were to notice us fucking like horny teenagers? Hmm? What would they think when the most polite person, the most beautiful- fuck, the most sexy person ever on earth is getting laid down in such a dirty, dirty, pathetic way? Scream for me my love, louder I want the whole city to know who is fucking you, who owns the most prettiest slut in town. You drive me wild babyyyy, I can't seem to stop thrusting into you even if I want to, my body craves for you my soul aches for you, without you I'm nothing- oh fuck! I'm gonna cum in yeah again, yeah? You like the sound of that? Does my wifey wanna become a mama? Yeah? Fuck Oh! Feels so good c-can't stop g-gah mmm fuck can't stop, focus on me baby, focus on me on my-aaah! On my thrusts cum with me, I said cum with me- Aaahh fuck fuck FUCK!! OHH feels tooo good baby."

You cum on his cock on command, your mouth opens in a silent scream, throat raw from screaming and moaning his name, your ears are ringing and your thighs are all sticky with cum and arousal, your eyes are rolled back into your skull and your back is arched beautifully, thick cum shoots inside of you one last time for the day, he slowly removes himself from you, your legs shaking like a lone leaf on a tree in winter. "Darling, don't let my cum go waste yeah?" He says while pulling up your panties which were ruined already due to your arousal. "Nanami? I-I'm tired." "I know baby I know, don't worry I'm here just you rest while we leave for home." He kisses your head and slowly lifts you and his work bag and goes to his car making sure you are well covered. The ride home is silent and peaceful, Nanami glances at you every now and then at your sleeping face. Once he stops at the red signal, he slowly takes the hand which he was holding and kisses it while saying, "Thank you my treasure, the only mess I love is you and only you.

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Thank you guys for making it to the end of another fic :)

Hope you guys enjoyed it!

Until next time 🧡

Luv ya guys

[bau-drabbles]

a/n: heavily inspired by those all posts but i can't find who they're from, i'm sorry 😭

your instagram but you're dating aaron hotchner :)

except i have no idea how to write for hotch/the team so it's definitely ooc 😹

part 2, 3, 4

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y/n_xo: bearded aaron hottie >> 😮‍💨😮‍💨

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a.hotch: you tell me this after i shaved it all off

y/n_xo: you're still a hottie! just a beardless one 🤍

a.hotch: i'll grow it back for you

y/n_xo: my whole husband 🫶🥹

penny.garcia: you both make my heart so warm 💗 the ice king has finally melted his heart, this'll be such a good story for your kids! 🥹

d.morgan: yall make me so sick

its.emilyp: i feel like this man popped outta the womb with a glare looool

a.hotch: 🤨

its.emilyp: 🙂***

itsjj: suddenly i fear you have a whole stack of paperwork to complete

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reid.gram: not you thirsting over our BOSS 😦

d.morgan: i don't like this, babygirl

itsjj: sometimes sharing is not caring

its.emilyp: i hate it here ☹

penny.garcia: that wasn't me!! 😩 @/y/n_xo grabbed my phone!

y/n_xo: my bad, can't be thirsting on the main 🧍‍♀️

d.morgan: you can barely even see me, why we so blurry?

reid.gram: did you really expect high quality pictures from @/y/n_xo, be honest

the.davidrossi: always the blind ones out here taking 240p pictures

y/n_xo: always the old ones with the most audacity

d.morgan: FOULL 🤣

reid.gram: see, me personally i wouldn't take that type of disrespect

y/n_xo: all that iq and you still can't find a date 😔🤞

its.emilyp: that's my girl 😏

a.hotch: you stop influencing her right now

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y/n_xo: new boyfriend applications, this one is mean 😒

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a.hotch: wait does that sign not mean something good?

its.emilyp: no it does! nowadays it means peace and happiness

d.morgan: yeah it's also a way to say you love someone a lot

a.hotch: really? @/y/n_xo 🙂🖕❤

itsjj: LMAOOO

reid.gram: I CANT BREATHE

penny.garcia: IVE ALREADY SS THIS AND SENT IT ON THE GC 😂

y/n_xo: my poor man 😭

a.hotch: all of you are getting into trouble

its.emilyp: so worth it 😹

yourexname: i miss you ❤

a.hotch: you're going to miss when you didn't write this

penny.garcia: currently documenting every second of this

reid.gram: we're watching a historical event unfold, you guys

itsjj: i'm a little concerned for this man's safety

its.emilyp: hey, alls fair in love and war 😍

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y/n_xo: never leave your phone unattended pls

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reid.gram: of course you choose the one picture of my double chin

y/n_xo: it's always out wdym

reid.gram: .... oh

d.morgan: you walked straight into that one, pretty boy

penny.garcia: you guys are so mean 😭 my poor boy wonder

reid.gram: all these haters and for what? 😒

its.emilyp: i smell the cheetos from here

itsjj: i did not eat any 😡

y/n_xo: liar. they were on the side

its.emilyp: called it. my cheeto girl ❤

penny.garcia: time to play cupid, methinks 😌

y/n_xo: budge over will, emily's taking your place ‼️‼️

its.emilyp: 😏

itsjj: 😳

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y/n_xo: two best friends in a room.... they might kiss 😳

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the.davidrossi: how can i delete someone else's picture?

d.morgan: don't be embarrassed rossi, embrace your truth ✊

itsjj: we support you ✊

its.emilyp: sassy king ✊

reid.gram: hey, at least you and @/its.emilyp have something in common ✊

its.emilyp: literally choke

penny.garcia: you owe me 5 bucks @/y/n_xo 🥳

the.davidrossi: i hate all of you

itsjj: aww they look a little like henry and jack, forced to take a picture

a.hotch: that's because we were. this was the 10th picture

y/n_xo: that's cause you're so pretty ❤

the.davidrossi: i genuinely got heatstroke after this. never ever take pictures if @/y/n_xo is near

y/n_xo: :(

a.hotch: ignore him, he's on his sixth wife for a reason. i love all your pictures sweetheart ❤

y/n_xo: :")

penny.garcia: the absolute CUTENESS i CANNOT 😩🥹💗💗

its.emilyp: i can be a better boyfriend than him

y/n_xo: i love you

a.hotch: i am sorry??

reid.gram: damn the silence is loud

itsjj: reid don't be an instigator..... but do i sense a relationship forming? 👀

d.morgan: nah, i could treat you way better princess

a.hotch: @/d.morgan and @/its.emilyp both of you in my office now

[otdiaftg]

The King's Men - Chapter Twelve

Day: Saturday, March 9th / 10th* Time: 1:45 AM EST

"I know your father's going to ask, but I have to know now," Lola says. "You listening, Junior? Hey." She thumps his back with the hilt of her knife. "Where's the bird, hm? We've had some time to dig around since we figured out where you were, but there's no sign of her anywhere. Tetsuji says you told them she's dead. He was sure you were telling the truth. Me, I'm not so trusting." "She's dead," Neil chokes out. Lola grabs a fistful of hair to yank him upright. She'd put her knife aside so she can hold him with both hands, and her free hand clenches around his throat so tight he can barely breathe. She pulls him back against his chair, pinning his head to the headrest. Romero plucks the lighter out again, and Neil puts up a desperate fight. "She's dead," he says, almost wheezing through Lola's brutal grip. "She died two years ago after he beat her in Seattle. Do you think she'd have let me go to Palmetto if she was still alive? I signed up because I had nothing left." "Do we believe him?" Lola asks Romero. "Might as well be sure," Romero says. "Right that," Lola says, and holds fast to Neil so Romero can crush the lighter to his face once more. Lola's strangling grip on his throat means the best Neil can manage is a pained whine. He thrashes mindlessly against his restraints. Lola is speaking again, but he can't understand her over the roar in his ears. His world narrows down to the fire in his face. Romero puts the lighter away, but he pushes it in all the way so it'll reheat. Lola loosens her grip enough that Neil can breathe but doesn't let go completely. "Try again, Junior," Lola says. "Answer me and make me believe you. Where is Mary?" "She's dead," Neil says, voice raw with pain. "She's dead, she's dead, she's dead." Lola looks to her brother. "You believe him now?" Romero lifts his shoulder in a noncommittal shrug. Lola considers Neil again, then smacks his burned face as hard as she can. She leans further forward between the seats to get the lighter when it is ready and retreats back to her original cushion with it. Having the lighter behind him out of sight is worse than the pain they'd already put him through and Neil fights to yank his hands free. He tears his wrists open on unyielding metal but he can't stop. "Don't," he begs. "Lola, don't." "I've got questions," Lola says, voice oddly muffled. Neil guesses she is holding the lighter handle between her lips, because she uses both hands to roll his sleeves up. She runs her hands down his bared forearms, fingernails scratching faintly at his skin. She withdrawals a moment later, and her voice sounds normal when she speaks next. "Let's start with your teammates again. Tell me everything you told them."

Art used with permission by Esklinray. Thank you @esklinray!

*Due to the Leap Year, I have opted to highlight the day rather than the date to keep the events in occurrence to the 2007 year. I will continue to mark both days accordingly.

[puppiesandnightlock]

Link: A Robin’s Song Chpt Six

Two months ago

“I’m moving.”

The words shot through him like a bullet to the heart, leaving him stumbling back. All their after high school plans, their college coordination, everything that had gone unsaid that would now never be. 

He made a choked noise and dove for him, burying his face in the crook of his neck. Jon gripped him like a lifeline, shaking.

“Gonna miss you…so much.” he sniffled, feeling the hot tears gather where Damian was hiding his face.

“Don’t say that, please don’t say that…” Damian’s voice was muffled, hands bunched in Jon's shirt.

His world was breaking, his everything was gone. Jon was being ripped away from him despite his best efforts. He was desperate, clinging to his friend as if any second he would disappear.

“Thank you for being here with me, through everything.” His voice cracked and he curled in on the smaller boy, tears dotting their clothes. 

“You’re moving, not dying, idiot.” Damian muttered, eliciting a broken little laugh from the other boy.

“I know. Just…promise me. Promise me we’ll still be friends.” He held out his pinkie like they would do as children.

“I’ve been invested into this friendship for too many years to let it go out now.” Damian felt a pang in his chest, and an odd feeling of dread as they shook their linked fingers.

They wouldn’t know how quick the years’ bond could come crashing down, memories aflame.

Jon leaned back, pulling the shorter boy to his chest in a cuddling position. Damian’s cheeks flushed, and he blamed it on the tears, ignoring the flutters in his stomach. This was a moment for them, a moment to soak up every last memory that they could make in the time left. 

If he had looked up, just for a moment, he would have seen the rush of emotions on the other boy’s face, and the conflicting pink to his cheeks.

One day ago

“Two tickets for the 5:30 showing, please!” Damian snatched up the tickets, bouncing on his toes as he waited outside the theater. 

The girl manning the booth grinned at him, saying teasingly. “Got a date?”

He flushed, before waving his hands in the air. “N-No, he’s my best friend.”

“Sureee.” She waved him in. “Hope you enjoy it.”

He waited awhile, the clock ticking further and further towards the time of the start. He pulled out his phone, texting him again, deciding he might as well get concessions. 

Fifteen more minutes passed and he was on the edge of a seat facing the entrance and ticket booth, eating the popcorn.

There was no sign of him and Damian was starting to worry. This had been planned for months, and Jon had promised he’d be there. 

He called him once the movie started, still outside. It rang and rang, ultimately going to voicemail.

“Jon, you’re late, are you okay? Don’t tell me you forgot, we’ve been planning this for months!” 

“J, this is really messed up.”

“I’m not watching this movie without you and you know it.”

“Jonathan Samuel Kent-Lane, answer your goddamn phone!” 

Thirty minutes of calling once the movie was well underway, and he was still alone, the phone ringing and ringing, slushies melted and popcorn cold. 

The sympathetic looks were painful and the moment his phone buzzed, he jolted, clicking on it. 

A notification from Haisley’s instagram tagging Jon lit it up and he clicked on it nearly crushing his phone in the overload of feelings, looking at the high-quality picture of the two of them in the park, Jon flushed pink as Haisley kissed his cheek.

His jaw clenched and with shaking hands he pressed the call button again, waiting for the voicemail.

“You DITCHED ME for your GIRLFRIEND?” His voice was wrecked, an example of himself in the moment.

“Screw you, honestly. I can’t believe you, you said this was important to you and that you’d tell her and she’d understand!”

He screeched into his hands as the voice limit cut off, not caring that he was in public and getting several concerned glances. 

Damian pocketed his phone and began picking up, tossing the empty stuff into a trash can and taking the rest home. At least his siblings could enjoy them. 

“Hey, kid!” The booth manager beckoned him over and curiously, he went. “That was a shitty thing your boy did. Take this, and bring him back when he comes to his senses.” 

It was a voucher for two and he smiled a bit, thanking her for her kindness. She waved to him and he made the walk back home, tired and emotionally drained..

The heartache blossomed in his chest, the lull of the painful longing swirling together and coming out as something so hideous that he was ashamed of himself for feeling it.

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“Damian?” Tim prodded at his brother. “Damian, get up, you slept through the alarm.”

“Mmpf.” He mumbled, blearily rubbing at his eyes. Tim still had his bedhead and Duke was still searching for his hoodie, so he hadn’t missed much. 

Zombie-like, he stepped out of bed and dressed, slipping on his shoes and leaving the bedroom in search of the rest of his siblings.

His father was in the kitchen, still in his PJs, and when asked why, he responded that Dick had woken with a fever and was going to stay home.

The rest of the morning went by as usual, and despite the sick feeling at the bottom of his stomach, he shoveled breakfast into his mouth and walked the rest of the way to school.

Duke avoided conversation, opting to stay silent but presenting a comforting air that made Damian’s fists clench.

His first few classes of the day were spent avoiding Jon in the hallways, ducking his head if he noticed the blue eyes sweeping the long rooms for him.

He heard his name called a few times but brushed by, pretending he had not heard anything. It was petty, but he felt it was well deserved. 

The bell rang for lunch and he slunk out of the room, dread coiling in the bottom of his stomach. 

Just get your lunch, and go to the library. Damian chanted in his head, trying to evade the worst of the line and Jon’s eyes

He was nearly out when a hand clamped down on his shoulder, causing him to twist into a defensive stance and swing, narrowly avoiding Jon’s nose.

“Whoa, whoa, D, it’s just me!” he yelped, ducking.

“Sorry.” He said, avoiding his gaze. “You scared me.

Jon crossed his arms, waiting for him to look up. “Dames, you’ve been avoiding me all day. What’s going on? Did I do something wrong?”

Yes.

“No.” Damian grit out.  Clutching his tray harder, he tried to walk past him, what little appetite he had gone.

“Then what is it?” He scowled, blocking the shorter boy’s way, the tray spilling its contents on the floor.

“Oh my gosh, i’m sorry-”

“Don’t.” Damian hissed. His self-restraint had been chipping away the last few months, the heartbreak and the longing and the anger swirling together and spitting filth at the one who was rooted in the cause.

Although, deep down, he knew it was really himself who was to blame.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t apologize for things you don’t mean.” Jon’s face twisted into an unreadable expression, grasping that they were no longer talking about the fallen lunch.

“Dames, what’s going on with you?”

His fists curled at his sides and he looked up at him. “Jon, do you know what yesterday was?”

“N-no..” He pulled out his phone to check, clicking in his messages and visibly falling as he realized everything going on.

“I’m so sorry, Dami, i didn’t mean to-”

His nails dug into the soft skin of his palms as his eyes itched. “You went out with Haisley yesterday, knowing that it was the day we were supposed to watch our movie.”

Jon huffed. “That’s not fair, Damian, I forgot! My phone was at home, and you know that I have to spend as much time with her as possible now so that we can stay together when I move.”

His eyes watered at the implication but he blinked them back and held his stance.

“You told me, months ago when we planned this, that she’d understand. Why is it, that this girl you’ve been dating for a max of six months, who you don’t even like , is more important then someone who’s been with you your whole fucking life?”

The taller boy scowled, eyes reflecting hurt. 

“Shut up, you don’t know how I feel, and you don’t get to tell me who I can and can't hang out with. Are you jealous? Is that what’s happening right now? Because that sure sounds like it. You don’t like that I'm with someone else who’s not you, and that’s why you’ve been like this since Haisley. That’s real fucking selfish.”

Right on the money, but not in the way you think.

The rare curse from the boy made the quip die on the tip of his tongue, only further solidifying what they knew.

Everything, the years and memories and the hidden feelings had been lit aflame and would soon be crumbling to ashes over the simplicity of something missed.

There was more to this than either of them would dare to admit, and this would be the downfall to haunt them for the rest of their lives.

They stopped, watching each other. Damian’s anger and hurt were spilled on his face and mannerisms, curled in on himself but still rigid in a defensive position. 

Everything about Jon screamed defensive, from the way he was standing to the expression on his face, eyes guarded but still watching.

Tearful eyes stared down, circling each other while staying in the same spot.

“I was your best friend.” Damian spoke into the tense silence. “I gave you everything I had. I let you vent and offered advice and gave up the things that would have brought me nothing but joy because I wanted you to stay happy and stay with me .”

“I don’t care that you have someone, that you have other friends than me, or we would have been done a long time ago. I can’t….”

He inhaled shakily, heart wrenching out of his chest with the way Jon’s eyes overflowed, his own voices dangerously close to wobbling.

“I can’t do this anymore. This isn't an ultimatum, because I'd never make you choose. But I don't think that I can keep playing second fiddle and being ditched left and right because your priorities switch in a bat of an eyelash.”

His eyes shut as the pain-stricken voice he loved rang in his ears. “The ice cream and the songs and the jackets and nights out on your porch just all mean nothing to you?” 

“They mean everything to me.” Damian’s voice broke, hot tears burning his eyes. “And I will never be able to let them go…never be able to let you go, no matter how hard I try.”

“Then don’t let me go.” Jon pleaded pitifully.

“I have to. I have to for my own sanity, and for you, because you need to l et go. Let go of me, and this place, because you’re going to do amazing things, Jonathan Kent. You’ll move, and you’ll forget, i swear you will-”

“I won’t.” He sobbed. “I will never forget you, and I'll stay here and we’ll make up, and everything will be fine-”

“YOU WILL!” Damian screamed. “I’m replaceable, forgettable, and this only proves it. I’m leaving, even if it's just for now.”

“Damian, please -” 

He couldn’t hear the rest of the plea, whipping around and letting his feet take him somewhere far away, out of the halls and the schoolyard and down the streets until he wound up at his door, stumbling through with barely contained wail.

His father stood from where he was sitting on the old chair in the living room and rushed to pick him up. 

“Damian, Damian, are you okay? Can you hear me?” 

He choked on a sob and buried his face in his father’s chest. Bruce scooped him up and held him like he were five instead of the nearly eighteen.

When he was calmed enough, he began talking, wobbling through the events of the past few months, allowing himself to be rocked gently and held.

“I left school…I’m sorry.” He rubbed his eyes nearing the end of the story.

“I’m sorry, Dami, so sorry this is happening. It’s fine, I'll call you in, and you can stay home tomorrow too, if you want.”

He sniffled and nodded, sliding out of his father’s grasp but leaning against him on the couch.

A black-haired head bobbed up and into the living room, clutching a blanket. Dick’s nose was red and his eyes were puffy, and out of it enough to not question his elder brother’s appearance at home instead of school. He climbed between them and fell back asleep, warm from the fever.

The heat, no matter how worrying, was controlled enough that Damian’s eyes began to flutter shut as well.

He woke to a door slamming shut and sobs coming from whoever had just entered. The couch was empty, Dick back in his bed and his father in the doorway.

Looking around, he saw Tim in his father’s hold, crying. “I-I knew they were going, b-but it’s too s-oon, I d-don’t want h-im to l-leave-”

“Tim?’ Damian got up and went to the other side of the couch. 

“D-Dami,” He hiccuped. “It-s next w-eek-”

The words sunk in and the world around him crumpled. Rushing blood pounded in his ears, his breathing erratic.

No, no, no, no, please please please don’t let him leave me, he can’t leave with things like this between us still-

“Dami? Dames?”

Please. Please not like this-

“Damian? Damian, can you hear me?’

Oh, God-

The world spun, the tears he didn’t realize were running down his face, the sobs sucking the air from his chest. 

“Damian, breathe with me, okay?”

His emotions were consuming him whole, swirling around him as his surroundings blurred and he tasted the bile rising at the back of his throat. He clamped a hand over his mouth, barely reaching the trash can before his stomach lurched, emptying its contents.

He fell on his knees, the vile taste in his mouth the last thing he remembered before the world went dark.

Damian woke up a few hours later in his bed, Tim curled into his side. A disgusting taste was left in his mouth and he slid out from under Tim, slowly and painstakingly trying to avoid waking him. 

He made his way to the restroom and rinsed out his mouth, brushing his teeth twice to rid himself of the taste. He padded into the kitchen, the smell of cooking food making him nauseous.

“Hey Dames. Tim still asleep?” Duke’s voice came from behind him, his brother sitting on the table with a stack of homework. 

“Yeah.” He slid next to him, despite the angry rumbles of his stomach.

Duke ran a hand through his own hair, offering a tired smile. “You want something? Some ginger ale, toast? A hug?”

Damian shook his head. “I’m thinking I'll go back to bed.”

“Okay.” He leaned over and gave him a quick side hug in thanks before making his way back to the room.

Tim was slightly awake now, curling back into Damian as he laid back down.

“I think I loved him.” Tim whispered, eyes shimmering. “In some way. Platonic or other, but I know I did.”

“I know, Tim.” He inhaled shakily, tears burning his eyes. “I did too.”

“We’re all like birds, you know? A flock, and when some try to fly away with the others, most end up staying anyway.”

Damian buried his nose in Tim’s soft waves, humming softly. “I suppose so.”

The imagery stayed with him the rest of that day, and the next until words pieced themselves together and by the weekend, he had a whole new song. This one, titled Two Birds, would be the most painful for him yet.

He refused to open his phone at all, terrified of missed messages and calls from a certain someone. He wanted to leave it and pretend none of it had ever happened, but that would be impossible. The small flicker of hope telling him to fix what they had left before Jon left was small yet persistent. 

He was unprepared to let go, not ready to lose the steady constant in his life. For the thousandth time, he cursed his feelings, screaming, begging, for the past to be changed and to feel these things for someone else.

When he finally went back to school, he avoided everyone he knew at all costs, hearing his new song coming from more than one direction.

The time dragged on, but was simultaneously too fast. Too much time staring in his direction, too little time to say what he truly wanted to.

School ended much too soon, for that day. He dragged himself home, knowing that up the road was a big white truck, taking one half of his childhood with him.

“Damian?” Tim’s voice was small, having just come from the Kents with Bart and Cassie to give Kon their goodbyes.

“They…they’re still there, for now. If you wanted to…?"

In a fit of courage, he nodded, picking himself up from the couch and slipping on his shoes. The closer he got, the more desperate he got as well, pushing himself farther, too far. He paused, panting, before turning on his phone for the first time in a week and calling Jon's number. 

The phone went straight to voicemail, no matter how many times he called. He picked up speed again and realized with painful horror, that his number had been blocked.

Please, please, please-

He was almost there.

So

Close…

Damian saw the cars pulling out of the driveway and with his last bit of strength he chased after, dropping onto the pavement as they exceeded his limit, away from the house, way from the block.

Away from him.

And they would not be coming back.

Two birds on a wire

One tries to fly away and the other

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Taylor Lorenz at Substack:

We need to know who is funding the creator economy

Yesterday, a federal indictment revealed that a Tennessee media company working with right-wing influencers including Benny Johnson, Tim Pool, Dave Rubin, and Lauren Southern, was receiving significant funding from the Russian state-sponsored network RT to push Russian disinformation. The indictment is absolutely wild and WIRED has a great rundown on the details, including how the propaganda efforts worked. The case serves as the latest high profile example of how “independent media” on the right is anything but independent, and underscores the need for more transparency around funding models in the creator economy. It also shows how disinformation efforts have increasingly focused on penetrating U.S. media through content creators, and how lucrative being a pawn in these schemes can be. While right wing content creators position themselves as scrappy upstarts, leaning into anti-establishment and populist brand positioning, they frequently accept money from far right interest groups, extremist billionaires, and even foreign actors.  Tenet Media received nearly $10 million, distributed out across a network of YouTubers and podcasters. As part of the disinformation campaign, Tenet Media influencers published hundreds of videos on social media that promoted Kremlin talking points. The videos were shared across platforms including YouTube, Facebook, Instagram, X, and TikTok, reaching tens of millions of viewers.

[...] The far right recognized the opportunities in personality-driven media decades ago. After boosting talk radio stars in the 80s and 90s, when social media proliferated, they began to invest heavily in news influencers who seamlessly blend entertainment, news commentary, and far right political messaging into YouTube videos, Instagram memes, podcasts and more. 

[...]

Ben Shapiro's Daily Wire has been heavily funded by wealthy Republican donors, including the Wilks brothers, Texas-based billionaires known for their oil and fracking fortune. Charlie Kirk, founder of Turning Point USA, has benefited from significant funding from conservative mega donors including the Koch network.  When right wing creators began getting deplatformed more frequently on mainstream social media apps in the second half of the 2010s, an entire ecosystem of alternative platforms aimed at helping extremist influencers monetize and amass audiences, cropped up. Rumble, a video sharing platform similar to YouTube backed by billionaire Peter Thiel, began paying far right influencers and anti vaxx content creators hundreds of thousands of dollars to create content on its platform in 2021. Locals, a newsletter platform owned by Rumble, allows influencers to monetize through newsletters in a similar way to Substack. DLive, a right wing Twitch competitor, allowed influencers storming the Capitol building on January 6th, to make thousands of dollars off their live streams. Kick and Cozy.tv, two other right wing live streaming platforms, permit nearly any far right extremist the ability to create content and start earning money. And X, under Musk, has paid out hundreds of thousands of dollars to right wing influencer accounts.

The robust financial backing the right wing content creator ecosystem enjoys, allows extremists the ability to fund professional production teams, social media ad buys, and marketing initiatives that give them a competitive advantage online. In contrast, progressive creators are left to rely on meager donations and crowdfunding efforts to sustain their work. This financial imbalance has made it nearly impossible for left-wing content creators to match the reach or production quality of their right-wing counterparts. Already, several Russia-backed Tenet Media influencers, including Benny Johnson and Tim Pool, have been doing damage control. They've publicly stated that they had no idea about the origins of the money and claimed that they were merely unwitting victims who were misled by the company. 

Right-wing media influencers like Nick Sortor (even though he wasn’t named in the indictment), Benny Johnson, and Tim Pool aren’t “independent media” in any way.

[edsbacktattoo]

has anyone acknowledged the fact that the set at 0:58 in the “kiwis leading the way” behind the scenes video is the same row of buildings where ed killed his dad? HE IS GOING HOME!!

hello………. are you. kidding? is this a prank?

now look i can’t make gifs but boy howdy can i take screenshots. it’s time to dive the fuck in.

here are the buildings in the ‘the kraken didn’t kill my dad’ scene (i’m having to screenshot from youtube so the quality is in the toilet) but you get the idea.

now the s2 bts video that featured the “kiwis leading the way” message has been privatised on the Max youtube page (fuck you Max for your anti-union nonsense i hope you all choke) so I’ve had to take this screenshot from the second bts video they posted recently on the instagram

if i’m remembering right this shot here is in the same place?

it does look pretty similar but i can’t confirm/deny if that’s ed’s hometown. if anyone has anymore insight that would be greatly appreciated! i’d love to know what you guys make of this. 🖤

[tdoong15]

I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED AN ASK I'M SO SO SO SORRY. BASICALLY I SAVED WHAT I WAS DOING TO MY DRAFTS SO IF MY PHONE GLITCHED (SINCE IT DOES IT A LOT) I STILL HAD IT I THEN WENT TO CONTINUE WRITING BUT I DELETED EVERYTHING INSTEAD.

Anyway I'll try to remember as much as I can.

Little!SMC Kid!Nayeon Cg!Jeonghyo

Warnings: yelling, crying(?)

Ipad kid

Nayeon woke up and she felt mentally younger than normal and whenever she was like that she wanted nothing more than to simply watch videos on the TV or her IPad which she kept at the side of her bed. But she also knew that she had to do her morning routine before she was even allowed to even have access to her IPad or the TV because if she had them immediately she would be too distracted and not get anything done.

The bunny left her room and walked to the kitchen to have her breakfast, it was the most important meal of the day after all. When she reached the kitchen she saw her mom and mama preparing breakfast for everyone. "Good mornin' mom and mama" Nayeon waves at them, her voice was loud but a slight tiredness seeped through since she had only just woken up. "Oh good morning Nay" Jeongyeon says when she heard Nayeon's voice, she then passes Nayeon her drink and carries her plate to the table.

Nayeon rushes to the table and quickly eats her Lucky Charms and drinks her juice because she was very eager to go on her IPad and to have some well deserved quality time to herself despite her not doing anything significant. Once she finished her breakfast she ran to her room and grabbed her IPad, then back to the living room where she dived on the couch, occupying all of it since she layed down on it, Nayeon also turned on the TV and put on the new Trolls movie for some noise in the background.

In the hallway, Dahyun, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu were playing a game based on the show called 'Jake and the Neverland Pirates' because they all seemed to enjoy the adventure that the show obviously has. Dahyun decided she was Jake since she was the oldest out of the trio, she also made Chaeyoung be Cubby because she was the shortest and Tzuyu was Izzy out of the process of elimination according to Dahyun anyway.

"Guys wook, it's Captain Hook!" Tzuyu pointed to Nayeon who was peacefully playing on her IPad. Dahyun audibly and loudly gasps for dramatic effect "We need to defeat the bad guy so we can get our tweasure" She declares, and lifts her foam sword, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu copy her action. "Okay on the count of thwee" Dahyun whispers but Chaeyoung was already running to where Nayeon was. "CHAWGE!!!!" Chaeyoung yells, Dahyun and Tzuyu were closely behind Chaeyoung before they hit Nayeon repeatedly with their foam swords.

Nayeon tried to use her hands to block the attacks until she got really annoyed and started screaming "STOP! I DON'T WANT TO PLAY YOUR SILLY AND DUMB BABY GAME!" Nayeon then grabbed the swords and broke them. Dahyun, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu looked in shock for a few seconds then they started crying loudly and running off to Jihyo and Jeongyeon. Nayeon on the other hand grumbled to herself and she went back to playing on her IPad but she had a frown on her face when she played.

Jihyo and Jeongyeon were in Jihyo's room casually talking about videos they've seen on Instagram until the door burst open and the three youngest were sobbing while they ran onto the bed in their pirate costumes. "What's wrong sweeties?" Jihyo's voice was filled with worry and concern because it wasn't everyday that she had to deal with all three of SMC bawling their eyes out. After a few minutes Chaeyoung was able to choke out some sort of a sentence "N-Nayeonie mean. She bwoke our swords and said she wouldn't play with us." Jeongyeon and Jihyo both let out a sigh out of relief that it wasn't something really serious but it was out of disappointment because of what Nayeon did.

"Hey it's okay, I'll go talk to Nay now about her behavior" Jeongyeon says softly whilst she stands up from the bed and walks to the living room, leaving Jihyo to calm down the maknae line, which was surprisingly easy because they all fell asleep after they tired themselves out due to their massive crying session.

Jeongyeon walked into the living room and spots Nayeon pouting as she played her game called Project Sekai. "Nayeon why did you make Dahyun, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu cry? I didn't expect you to do something like that" Jeongyeon shakes her head out of disappointment. "Well I'm not gonna play a stupid pirate game because only babies play it" Nayeon frowns, she never looked up from her IPad. Jeongyeon decides that she needs to discipline Nayeon for her behavior so she acts on her thoughts. "Alright give me that IPad of yours because you're not having that or the TV for the rest of the day because of your attitude and actions, Nay" Jeongyeon easily grabs the remote and places it in her pocket, the actual challenge was getting the IPad out of Nayeon's grasp.

"Let go of your IPad, Nay." Jeongyeon commands but it was in a calm voice. Nayeon on the other hand wasn't one for giving up so easily "No you let go, old woman!" She retaliates, this then starts a tug of war between Jeongyeon and Nayeon which ends up with Jeongyeon dragging Nayeon across the dorm whilst she tries to get the IPad out of Nayeon's hands. "Hey, Hyo I need some help here" Jeongyeon calls out to Jihyo, who immediately goes over to see what the problem was. "What's going on?" Jihyo asked and her presence was enough to make Nayeon let go of her IPad and try to look innocent.

"Mom was being mean to me mama" Nayeon gave her best puppy dog eyes, which Jihyo didn't fall for this time. "Are you sure it wasn't because she was disciplining you because you've done something naughty?" She questioned Nayeon, who immediately frowned and gave up her act. "Yeah... But it's not my fault that they hit me constantly with their swords." Nayeon looks down at the floor and she messes with her hands. "We understand that Nay, but you shouldn't break their toys. Would you like it if they did it to one of your toys" Jeongyeon knelt down to meet Nayeon's eyes. Nayeon shakes her head and she finally understands what she actually did and how it was bad.

"Right, you're going to sit in timeout for five minutes and once you're out go apologize to Dahyun, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu" Jihyo tells Nayeon in a gentle tone. Nayeon went to the timeout corner without any complaints and she sat down in complete silence. After 5 minutes, Nayeon expected to be told by her mom or mama that her time was up, instead she was greeted with Tzuyu's face in front of her own face as well as Dahyun and Chaeyoung next to her ears. "Mama and mommy said that your time is up. And you need to say sowwy to us." Tzuyu explains quietly, she decides to stay in the same place.

"Chop chop, bunny Nayeonie." Dahyun says seriously and directly in Nayeon's ear. This made Nayeon make a face of pain, she then shuffled backwards so she could see all three of them. "I'm really sorry for being a big meanie earlier. Can we play together?" Nayeon says as nicely as possible. Her question made SMC's faces light up in excitement at the idea of actually playing with their older sister. "Yes! Play with Nayeonie!" Chaeyoung cheered as she grabbed her fixed sword behind her back, Dahyun and Tzuyu also grabbed their swords from behind their backs.

The rest of the day, until dinner time was filled with laughter and Screams as Nayeon was chased around the house by DaChaeTzu who recklessly waved their foam swords even when they weren't close to Nayeon. They carried on with their totally accurate swordsmanship skills until Nayeon showed them the treasure, which was only a box full of her toys but in their imaginations that was the gold they wanted.

Hello everyone as you could tell from the very first thing I did an extremely dumb thing. However, on a different note I've just been allowed to go on my break from work and college and thankfully everything that I've ordered has come this year instead of it being lost in shipping. Also a fun fact, my dog believes in Santa because normally she falls asleep at midnight but on Christmas Eve she falls asleep at 9 at night.

[allthingsfook]

Smoke Show : S.F.K

MINORS DNI 🔞 rough vaginal sex, oral (m receiving), hair pulling, cock warming, choking, gagging, smoking, drinking, slight degrading, swearing…. I’m sure amongst other things!

Word Count: 3,670

You find out your best friend is back in town, and looking for more than a night of catching up. A night full of drinking, pool and a whirlwind bet all leads up to a jealous brother acting out his long awaited fantasies!

Author's Note: Slightly edited, so excuse any mistakes 👍

It’s Friday night and you are in desperate search for something to do. Since when was that an issue? A good time is usually looking for you, and after being cooped up for a week you know you need a night to get loose. You scroll through your phone looking for anyone and anything to give you an excuse to get out of your pajamas. Just when you least expect it you get a text from Sammy Kiszka. You chuckle as you haven’t heard from him in months. Him and the guys are in the heart of touring, which unfortunately forces you and your friend to lose pretty much all contact. The only way you keep up with his schedule is through Instagram posts and media coverage. You open the text that instructs you to make your way over to Jake’s place. Nothing more, nothing less. Not even a ‘Hello! How are you?’ That’s just how he is though.

You peel yourself from the cozy couch and make your way to your overflowing closet. Flicking the light on, you are greeted with piles of pants, shirts falling off hangers, and shoes in disarray. Your eyebrows shoot up as you haven’t realized how out of hand it’s gotten, but you shrug your shoulders and begin digging for the right fit. You resort to your trusty ole jeans; they hug you in all the right places and the light wash color makes your skin glow. You pull them over the new Adore Me panties you got in the mail today — black cotton bikini cut with a subtle satin leopard pattern adorning them. Ontop you wear a plain white tank layered with a plaid button up and leather jacket. You check yourself out in the mirror and decide it’ll work for tonight. Stepping into the bathroom you freshen your make up and tease your hair. You don’t obsess too long as you are too excited to hang out with the boys. Slinging your purse over your shoulder and nabbing the keys off the hook, you rush out the door.

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Pulling up to Jake’s house you can hear the music faintly humming from across the street. You are a little upset over the fact you thought maybe it would be a chill night with your friends, but it’s beginning to look like a house party. Knowing Jake it wouldn’t be anything crazy, but just enough people and booze to break up any quality time with Sam. You pull back the heavy front door and step inside. There are familiar faces planted on the couches and leaning against the kitchen island. You wave at a few people and smile kindly. No sight of the boys so far. After helping yourself to a drink from the fridge, you wonder around looking for Sam. Something told you that you’d be able to find them gathered around the pool table, racking up the balls and shots. You make your way down the steps and confirming your hunch, there they all were. Smiles bright and welcoming and laughs filling the air. You immediately make eye contact with Sam before any of the others notice your there.

“Hey!” He shouts with his beaming smile.

“Hi stranger,” you reply happily.

He greets you with a strong hug and taps your back while embracing you. You missed these warm greetings. He pulls away and flashes you another smile and your stomach flips in excitement. The other boys greet you with just as much enthusiasm.

“So… How have you been? Tell me all about touring! All I get to see is whatever is on Instagram,” you blurt out.

You grab Sam’s hand and pull him over to the leather couch. Both plopping down, you lean into him, nearly in his lap.

“It’s so much more than what I could have ever thought it would be. The people we meet are wonderful, the places we have been able to visit are gorgeous, and of course being on stage is kick ass,” he reflects.

“I’m literally so proud of you guys! What you’re doing is amazing,” you coo after him.

“It is surreal and rewarding, but I do miss the simplicity of life. It’s so much traveling and socializing… it has been getting overwhelming,” he admits.

“I couldn’t imagine Sam. I know this is something you all have grown to love, but I can tell it’s catching up with you,” you sympathize.

“Yeah, but ya know…. We are almost done with this tour. We will have quite a bit of time to rest up,” he responds in an optimistic tone.

“Just take care of yourself, Sam. I know this tour is about giving the music to others, but don’t forget about you,” you plead with him.

He places his hand on your thigh and gazes into your longing eyes. He toys with his hair; something he always has done subconsciously. With the party bustling around you, you both were in your own world; exchange giggles and soft touches.

“Uh-hem! Hate to break the date, but we do have a game in progress, Samuel,” Jake shouts in a drunken stupor.

The boys all chime in as well. Sam breaks contact and scrambles to his feet. As you imagined the intimate conversation came to a halt, but you enjoyed watching the boys goof around— just like old times. You sink into the couch and sip on your drink. One drink turned to two and two turned to six. The boys had to be nearly ten ahead of you, so you all are feeling silly. By now you are joining in on the game although you know nothing about shooting pool. The boys playfully razz you while Sammy tries to dial you in by cradling and aiming the stick. You draw back, lunge it forward, and the Q ball clacks into another sending it into the pocket. You cheer and jump in place. While dancing around, Sammy unexpectedly smacks your ass. You spin to face him with a stunned look. What’s gotten into him? He shrugs his shoulders and gives you that cheeky grin like he’s done nothing wrong. You smack his arm in return and giggle. You admit to yourself you might have liked it a little.

“Hey now! Keep it PG over there,” Danny teases.

“Yeah, get your head in the game and out of the gutter,” Josh dramatically yells over the noise.

“Focus, Samuel! Must I make this benevolent round of billiards more appealing to your taste? Shall I place a parlay?” Jake chimes in with his gruff accent.

“I can’t even understand you,” Sam plays back.

“Ahhh, for the successor of this round is to receive a concupiscent embrace from Madam Y/N,” Jake adds as he gestures to you.

You raise your eyebrows, partly because you have no idea what he’s talking about and partly because you have nothing to do with this boring game after sinking that one ball out of chance and luck. The only thing making it interesting is the boys smack talking each other. You guess this is all part of it.

“Modern day English please!” Sam shouts back.

Jake breaks character to explain to Sam. “The winner gets a kiss from Y/N you imbecile.”

You’re stunned! Where did this come from? You had maybe thought about kissing Sammy once or twice, but definitely not his brothers. Wonder if you had to? You are not one to turn down or stand in the way of a bet, certainly not between brothers, so no objections could fall from your lips.

“Alright, you’re on,” Sammy accepts as he chalks up the stick.

You hold your head in your hand as Josh and Sam are so far behind in points you could almost taste Jake’s lips on yours. The boys go back and forth; mostly Jake and Danny sinking balls into pockets, and Sam and Josh cursing after missing. It doesn’t take long for the superior team to clear the stripes, and your heart sinks. You desperately wanted Sammy to win so there would be a reason he could kiss you in front of his brothers. Jake slaps Danny on the back and gazes over at you with a sparkle in his eye. You awkwardly break the contact, but that doesn’t deter him from making his way to you. Sam stands in his tracks, gripping the pool stick until his knuckles turn white. Jake nuzzles his legs between yours on the stool. His warm hand cups your cheek, which forces your glistening eyes to meet his. He smiles softly before dipping down to take your lips. As soon as he makes contact you melt. He’s so warm and inviting, literally. Taken back by the moment, your tongue slides into his mouth and entangles with his. He doesn’t hesitate to strengthen the kiss. He presses into you harder, and his fingertips tightening on your face. Your cheeks grow warm and your hands drift to his hips, reciprocating his strong grip. What has seemed like forever has actually been a moment, which is cut short by Sam pulling Jake away from you.

“Enough,” Sam asserts.

“I’m just claiming my win,” Jake defends himself before shooting you a wink.

Sam glares at him as he walks into the next room. Josh and Danny follow to avoid the growing tension. When Sam turns to face you, you see a small piece of hurt in him. He quickly turns it around by pulling you into a side hug while sitting on the stool next to you. He rubs your shoulder in silence and slurps from his Montucky.

“Ya know…” Sam pauses to hiccup.

“No, I don’t know. Please tell Sammy,” you reply softly, unsure if he is upset with you.

“I miss hanging out with you, Y/N,” he continues. “I think about all those nights running around Nashville after we just moved here,” hiccup. “I wish it were that simple again.”

“You wouldn’t change all of this for the world though, Sammy Boy,” you add.

“No. No-no-no. But I would like to step out on the street without being followed and not worry about whoever I’m with being persecuted for potentially being my estranged lover,” he slurs.

“What are you talking about, dork?” You laugh.

“I’m serious! If I were to take you out tomorrow, no doubt someone would snap a picture and start all these elaborate rumors that we are secretly married and shit,” he scrambles out before hiccuping again.

“Alright there Franquis. I think it’s time to cut you off— getting into your conspiracy theories and slurring your words here,” you pause to playfully stare into his dreamy eyes. “Have you been drinking tonight, sir?” You laugh while propping yourself up on his thigh.

“Fuck no! Have you ma’am?” He shoots back behind a wide grin.

“Not a drop,” you continue chuckling while holding your cup up.

Basically falling out of your chair, both of you crumble in your drunken stupidity. Gracefully pulling him onto the floor, you continue to laugh and your head falls onto his chest. His fingertips linger down your side and rest at your waist while his other hand holds your head secure to his body. He hiccups once more, which breaks the growing tension.

“Did that whole bet— make you angry?” You question out of curiosity.

“Maybe a little, but it made me wanna be the one standing between your thighs and taking your tongue in my mouth even more,” he admits.

You are taken back. Did he just say what you think he did? Did Sam want to kiss you as well? Did he want more? Has he always wanted more? You sit up to look him in his glazed over eyes.

“Are you serious or is this the alcohol talking?” You question.

He leans up on his elbows. “Oh c’mon. You don’t think I haven’t ever thought about it?” He replies.

“It hasn’t crossed my mind— I mean I thought it had never crossed your mind—because I always thought we were just friends,” you add.

“Do you wanna be— just friends?” He pauses. “Or would you be okay with being more than that?”

“I— this is all a lot for me to process. Your brother just made out with me— what the hell was that? And now your telling me you wanna be more than—“

“You know I really don’t care. All I wanna do is fuck you right now,” he cuts you off.

His hand clutches to the back of your head, gaining a fistful of your hair. He swiftly manipulates you onto your stomach, pinned beneath him and the floor.

“Sammy—“

“Stop!” He growls at you.

He forces down your jeans just enough to let himself in. You hear his belt jingling and pretty soon feel the head of his cock rubbing between your folds. In he pushes and there’s the sensation you have been missing; his throbbing cock filling your core up. He huffs as it to has been what he has imagined for some time. He pumps hard and fast; the smacking of your ass echoing throughout the room only to be muffled by the noise of the party above. Just as you think he might bust right inside you, he withdraws and stumbles to his feet, and pulls you up right after him. He guides you over to the pool table and drives your hips into the cherry wood. Faster and harder than before, he enters you over and over. More than anything you want to watch his face flush over and stare at your exposed body; knowing he’s had fantasies of this very moment. You whine louder; letting Sam know he’s hitting the your g-spot.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck, Sam!” You yell through heavy breathes.

“Shut the fuck up!” He groans. “Everyone is going to hear us.”

Your jaw quickly snaps shut and you bite your lip to muffled your cries. Again, Sam clutches onto your hair and jolts your head back. He stuffs a hand towel from the bar into your mouth. ‘How did he even get this?’ You ponder. Didn’t matter, he successfully silenced you. Continuously he pounds your hips into the side of the pool table; not a sign of slowing down and you are getting sore. You devise a plan to get him to release all these years worth of pent up lust. You reach down between your legs and cup his balls while he’s thrusting inside of you. It stops him dead in his tracks. A deep moan escapes from him, and his head falls back.

“You don’t need to do all the work,” you whisper after snatching the towel out of your mouth.

No coherent reply, just gasping on his part. He slowly starts to pump again, and your grip turns more stern. Massaging and rolling them in your palm makes him wild. You feel him quivering against your walls. He’s trying to suppress his whimpers, but you are not sure if it’s out of secrecy of the act or frustration that you are controlling his climax. His pace picks up, and your hand falls from his manhood to brace yourself against the table. You both cry out simultaneously, and he eventually admits he’s going to bust. A few more violent thrusts and he withdraws to shoot his cum all over your back. Panting and whining, your body collapses over the velvet. Sammy grips your hips, attempting to catch his breath, before he wipes you clean with the same towel he had in your mouth.

Again, you desperately want to see his red cheeks, lidded eyes, and puffing chest. The left overs of your mutual desires. He reaches over and grabs a ciagarette pack and lighter he had abandoned after the last game. You hear the lighter flick a few times and Sam taking a long drag from it. You are both quiet; you don’t have words to meet him after this, and it seems like he’s okay with that. He knows that it was risqué, and he knows that you crumbled over every second of it. So much that he teases your entrance with the head of his cock again. You can slightly see him out of your peripheral, and you know he’s studying how your core hugs his dick when he pushes it in. Cigarette hanging out of his mouth he slowly enters you, then pulls out. Again and again before he gradually goes a little deeper. You gasp and coo, which signals for him to continue. After giving his fantasies a work out, he’s slow and lingering this time. It feels amazing; holding his cock inside you for a moment before he reluctantly pulls back. You feel every inch of him, rather than just feeling the act. He groans behind the smoke before taking the cigarette between his fingers.

“Ugh, I don’t wanna stop,” he admits.

“I would say that we should be more careful; anyone could walk through the door, but I don’t give a fuck if anyone saw,” you respond quietly.

“Is that so?” He questions as he taps the ashes into a whiskey glass.

“Yeah,” you say with a slutty wit.

You maneuver onto your back. Sam’s cock slides out of you; still hard. He looks longingly at you while inhaling deeply. His lips part and the smoke escapes in a tunneling cloud. You return the intense gaze, waiting for him to speak.

“We kinda got right to it there, and we skipped a couple of my favorite parts. Get that sweet ass up and take those clothes off,” he commands as he tucks himself back into his pants.

Without a word, you climb off the table. You exchange spots; he leans against it and you stand away as he eyes you up. You shed your top layers and peel off the skimpy white tank you picked out. Now down to your bra, you shimmy your jeans down. There’s those sassy panties you knew he would like if he had the chance to see them. You reach around to unhook the bra, and let it fall. Sammy cocks his head back with a devilish look. You tease the hem of the panties; attempting to give him some sort of show. Down they fall, and now you are vulnerable to his touch. You feel it, but you know the second he lays his hands on you all of that will fade away.

Nothing needed to be said for you to know that he wanted you to immediately come to him, and so you do. His palms greet your breast and massage them. He doesn’t stray from your eyes though, even as he bends down to take your hard nipple into his mouth. He sucks and nibbles; as if he’s certain that drives you wild, and to your luck— it does. Breaking away, he pushes you to your knees. With a flash of his naughty smirk, you know what he wants. His belt and zipper still hang open so you tug them down, followed by his briefs. After all of this, you felt his dick a lot, but haven’t had a chance to see it. It doesn’t disappoint. Fully hard, he filled you up with 7 inches of passion, and stretched you out perfectly. A bulging vein runs just about his full length. You grow more wet thinking about how much you make his blood pump. You peer up at him with Bambi eyes. He waits for you to take it between your pink, pouty lips. Your tongue slips out to welcome him to his first entrance into your mouth. As soon as your lips suction down around the head, he groans with eyes cinched. You ease into a steady rhythm; your mouth chasing after your hand that’s jerking him off. Once comfortable, you fall into him deeper, letting his manhood bruise the back of your throat. Oh does he like that! So much that he grasps the back of your head and forces you to stay there. You gag on it, but he doesn’t let up. Bouncing your head on himself like your his toy.

“I love the way you taste in my mouth,” you gasp after breaking away.

Groaning, his abdominal muscles flex and relax; you know he’s going to burst. Your hand continues to jerk him as you talk him through his climax.

“I know, Sam! It feels so good, doesn’t it? You wanna cum on me or in me?” You tease.

“I wanna cum in you,” he huffs.

“Yeah. Cum in my mouth! I wanna feel your hot cum drip down the back of my throat,” you continue coaxing before choking on him once more.

He groans out of desperation and finally lets himself release again. His thick cum fills your mouth. He pants and remains still; he’s tender for sure. He pulls out, but your lips quickly trap his release inside of you. You take one deep swallow before wiping your slick lips. He chuckles and caresses your face.

“Good girl.”

You respond with a giggle and bashful expression.

“Why are you trying to look so pure? You just took my dick over a pool table and swallowed my load,” he points out mockingly.

“I sure did. I fucking loved every minute of it too,” you admit.

“Does this officially mean we are more than friends?” Sam asks as he puts himself back together.

“I think this places us much further than friends, but don’t be thinking we are going to get married or anything now,” you joke.

“Jeez, I wasn’t even thinking dating,” he responds.

“You are such an ass!” You exclaim with a smile as you slide your pants on and secure your bra.

Just as you are picking up your strewn about clothes, Jake stumbles in to see the aftermath.

“Holy shit Samuel! I guess you are the real winner tonight,” he gawks as you hide behind your arms. “I’ll leave you two be,” he finishes.

“Good idea,” Sam shouts as Jake stammers out.

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PIZZA TOWER WERETOON AU PILOT EPISODE AUDITIONS

Hello, Gamma here with an audition offer for a pilot episode I wrote. I've been working on this passion project with a bunch of other people for a little while now, we have a set script at this point so I'm looking to get it dubbed. !!THIS IS AN UNPAID POSITION!! If the dub gets posted, your name will be in the credits! I completely understand if this isn't enough. Everyone is welcome to submit an audition for the characters! Even if you think your voice doesn't fit, try it anyway! Microphone quality will be a factor in who gets a position. You don't have to have a whole expensive setup, but your voice has to at least sound mostly clear. Give it your best shot! The worst that can happen is you don't get the part but you do get some experience! AUDITIONS WILL CLOSE SATURDAY 4/15 Auditions will be open for the foreseeable future! Auditions permanently closed. Thank you to everyone who auditioned

Questions? Shoot me a message on discord (Onyx#6678) or Instagram (thegameartist03)

Details under the cut

Full script (TW FOR BODY HORROR AND GORE) https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YSEaLN4Nm2P8_OBTSJo5J6S0XtGAZU4CiLRFklBj6e0/edit?usp=sharing Submit your audition here! https://forms.gle/ETT5WFZWfrvPTPat9

How to Audition

1. Choose a character or characters you want the part for

2. Record yourself reading their lines (marked with “” below the descriptions/requirements)

3. Fill out the above form

4. Wait to hear back!

Characters Gustavo (he/him) Peppino's closest friend, optimistic even in the worst of times, aims to be kind but you'd better not disappoint him. Very fond of Peppino. This is the position with the most lines! If you're not comfortable doing lots of talking, I wouldn't recommend it. Requirements: - Masculine/deep voice - Italian or able to do a convincing Italian accent (annoyed) “Ugh, I hate these Cheesey-Cheese Pizza Company commercials.” “Oh, I love this show! They must have the best animators in the world, the characters look so real!” (comforting) “Come on, migliore amico. Just a few more hours, we’ll manage.” (choked up) “Peppino- Peppino you’re alright! When I saw the blood I thought…”

Virgil (he/him) A goon and wannabe cowboy who's not afraid to get the job done. Fond of Peter. Requirements: - Masculine voice - Able to do a convincing cowboy accent “Should be. His scooter’s still outside. Jee-sus that’s a lot of blood, the h*ll did boss do to ‘im?” “I’ve got a good word from a… reliable source that you boys should just drop this case.”

Peter (any pronouns) A goon and failed artist who acts as the strongman to Virgil's sharpshooting. Still loves to paint. Fond of Virgil. “Ooh, Virgil look, a tip jar!” “Ugh, I just hope we won’t be dealing with all that blood again. My shoes are ruined!”

Mr. Stick (any pronouns) Peppino's strict landlord, mostly bark and no bite. “Ba-ba-ba, I don’t want to hear your excuses, Peppino. Your rent is three months overdue.” “You’d better! Just ‘cause I’ve been nice to you so far doesn’t mean you won’t find an eviction notice taped to your door!”

Freddy (he/him they/them) Part of Peppino's "fanclub", he's in a band. Very energetic. “Eyy, if no one got me I know Peppino the Pizzaman got me!” “It’s true! I have never tasted a better pizza than what I get here. You da bomb Peppino!”

Lisa (she/her) Part of Peppino's "fanclub", she's quiet but likes to participate in her friends' antics. “Ah, you know how it is. The CEO is cool, some of the employees? Not so much. It’s nice that we get a break to go out and eat some real food.”

Rayen (any pronouns) Part of Peppino's "fanclub", she's energetic and usually the one to get the group out of trouble. “Heyyy, Gustavo! Whassup man?” “Oooh, gimme gimme gimme!”

Vinh (he/him) Part of Peppino's "fanclub", he keeps the group grounded and is always finding ways to make his friends laugh. “Woah, careful Freddy! You’re gonna make me fall, man.”

Shouty Lady A semi-frequent customer at Peppino's who loudly complains about her food whenever she eats there. Requirements: - You can scream without blowing out your mic “EXCUSE ME SIR! I ordered a CHEESE PIZZA with EXTRA CHEESE, and I got a CHEESE PIZZA with the REGULAR AMOUNT CHEESE!!” “WHAT KIND OF ESTABLISHMENT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE RUNNING HERE?!”

The Cops Rude, they'll make you want to scream ACAB. Cop 1 “Did you see how freaked out that Gus guy was? Ha!”

Cop 2 “Yeah! And when he, like, full sprinted just to go hug that other dude? Like sheesh, get a room!”

Cop 3 “Ha! I knew he was sketchy! What do you guys think, should we go bag him for insurance fraud?”

Scientist “I just got the results back from CODIS on the blood samples we took, turns out it belongs to the owner of the restaurant.”

Tired Person Are they high or just tired? Who knows. "What."

Voice 1 “Did you see that?”

Voice 2 “Yeah, I think it came from over here!”

[sonoransleepcenter]

Understanding Common Sleep Disorders: Symptoms and Treatments

Sleep disorders affect millions of people worldwide, impacting both the quality of sleep and overall health. At Sonoran Sleep Center in Glendale, Arizona, our team specializes in diagnosing and treating a variety of sleep disorders to help patients achieve restful and rejuvenating sleep. Let's explore some of the most common sleep disorders, their symptoms, and available treatments.

Insomnia

Symptoms: Difficulty falling asleep, staying asleep, or waking up too early. Insomnia can lead to daytime fatigue, irritability, and difficulty concentrating. Treatment: Behavioral therapy, improving sleep hygiene, relaxation techniques, and occasionally medications.

Sleep Apnea

Symptoms: Loud snoring, pauses in breathing during sleep, gasping or choking sensations. Sleep apnea can result in excessive daytime sleepiness and increased risk of cardiovascular problems. Treatment: Continuous Positive Airway Pressure (CPAP) therapy, oral appliances, lifestyle changes, and surgical options in severe cases.

Restless Legs Syndrome (RLS)

Symptoms: Uncomfortable sensations in the legs (often described as crawling or tingling) that worsen at rest and improve with movement. RLS can disrupt sleep and lead to daytime fatigue. Treatment: Medications to relieve symptoms, lifestyle modifications (such as regular exercise), and addressing underlying conditions contributing to RLS.

Narcolepsy

Symptoms: Excessive daytime sleepiness, sudden loss of muscle tone (cataplexy), hallucinations upon falling asleep or waking up, and sleep paralysis. Treatment: Stimulant medications to promote wakefulness, antidepressants to manage symptoms like cataplexy, and lifestyle adjustments.

Parasomnias

Symptoms: Abnormal behaviors during sleep, such as sleepwalking, night terrors, and REM sleep behavior disorder (acting out dreams). Treatment: Creating a safe sleep environment, medications in some cases, and addressing underlying causes.

Treatment Approach at Sonoran Sleep Center

At Sonoran Sleep Center, we take a comprehensive approach to treating sleep disorders:

Accurate Diagnosis: Utilizing polysomnography and other diagnostic tools to identify specific sleep disorders.

Personalized Treatment Plans: Tailored to address each patient's symptoms, medical history, and lifestyle factors.

Patient Education: Empowering patients with knowledge about their condition and the importance of adherence to treatment.

Conclusion

Understanding the symptoms and treatments for common sleep disorders is essential for managing these conditions effectively. Whether you're struggling with insomnia, sleep apnea, or another sleep disorder, Sonoran Sleep Center in Glendale, Arizona, is here to help. Contact us today to schedule a consultation and take the first step towards better sleep and improved overall health.

Experience the difference with Sonoran Sleep Center. Discover how our specialized care and expertise in sleep medicine can make a positive impact on your life.

Author: Sarah Patel

Who We Are

Sonoran Sleep Center in Phoenix, Arizona, is a comprehensive facility dedicated to diagnosing and treating sleep disorders for patients aged four and older. Operated by physicians, the clinic employs a holistic approach, incorporating current scientific research and cutting-edge technology in their treatments. Their multidisciplinary team, which includes sleep specialists, psychologists, and technologists, collaborates to tailor treatment plans aimed at enhancing sleep quality and overall health. The center also focuses on patient education concerning sleep hygiene and offers state-of-the-art sleep studies to address various sleep issues, such as insomnia and sleep apnea.

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Chateau de Sable -A Brief Guide to Buying Baby Rompers and Onesies in Singapore

When dressing up your little bundle of joy, nothing quite matches the charm and comfort of baby rompers and onesies. In Singapore, where the weather can be as unpredictable as a game of peek-a-boo, finding the right attire for your tiny tot becomes all the more crucial. Fortunately, the digital era has made shopping for baby clothes a breeze, with a plethora of online options at your fingertips. Let's go through the virtual aisles of onesies and baby rompers in Singapore to explore what you should look for to ensure your little one is as snug as a bug in a rug.

Quality Matters

When perusing the online marketplace for baby rompers and onesies in Singapore, quality should be your top priority. After all, these garments will be in constant contact with your baby's delicate skin. Look for materials that are soft, breathable, and hypoallergenic to keep your little one comfortable throughout the day. Opting for organic cotton can be a wise choice, as it is gentle on the skin and environmentally friendly. Keep an eye out for reinforced stitching and durable fabrics to ensure longevity, because let's face it, babies can be as wriggly as a fish in water, and their clothes need to keep up with their antics.

Sizing Savvy

Navigating the world of baby sizes can feel like deciphering a cryptic code, but fear not, we're here to demystify the process. When shopping for baby rompers and onesies online in Singapore, always refer to the sizing charts provided by the retailer. Babies grow faster than you can say 'peekaboo', so it's essential to choose sizes that allow for some wiggle room. Every brand may have slightly different sizing standards, so don't hesitate to reach out to customer service for guidance if you're unsure. Remember, a well-fitting romper or onesie is not only comfortable for your baby but also ensures ease of movement as they embark on their daily adventures.

Design Delights

Now comes the fun part - selecting the perfect design for your little one's wardrobe! From whimsical prints to classic patterns, the options are endless when it comes to infant rompers and baby onesies in Singapore. Whether you're drawn to adorable animal motifs or chic minimalist designs, there's something to suit every taste and personality. 

Consider opting for snap closures or zippered fronts for easy diaper changes, because let's be real, anything that simplifies the diapering process is a parenting win. Don't forget to check out the array of sleeve lengths available, from short sleeves for sunny days to long sleeves for cooler evenings. With the right design, your baby will be turning heads faster than you can say 'cute as a button'.

Accessorising with Style

No outfit is complete without the perfect accessories, and the same holds for baby rompers and onesies in Singapore. From adorable hats to cosy socks, accessorising your baby's ensemble adds an extra touch of charm and personality. Look for accessories made from soft, baby-friendly materials to ensure comfort and safety. 

Consider playful prints or coordinating colours to complement your little one's outfit and create Instagram-worthy moments. Just remember, safety always comes first, so opt for accessories that are free from small parts or choking hazards. With the right accessories, your baby will be ready to steal the spotlight wherever they go.

Conclusion

When it comes to buying baby rompers and onesies in Singapore, quality, sizing, and design are key factors to consider. By prioritising soft, breathable fabrics, choosing the right size for your growing baby, and selecting designs that capture your heart, you can ensure that your little one is both stylish and comfortable. So why wait?  Embark on your online shopping adventure today and dress your baby in the finest rompers and onesies Singapore has to offer. For a delightful selection of baby apparel, visit Chateau de Sable and elevate your little one's wardrobe to new heights of cuteness.

[nielsbrabants]

In a Kubrickeqsue bar (excerpt from my novella SLUTMANIA)

In september I hang out with this American-born gallery owner for a bit, more out of opportunism than because I like him. Maybe because I am bored. He grew up in New Jersey, is not particularly handsome or fit, dresses like a slob. He found me through Instagram. I made it clear that we would not ever fuck, kiss or even cuddle (as he alluded to many times) during our first meet-up and he seems to want and keep me around regardless.

He takes me to a Kubrickesque bar. Against the wall outside, a couple of meters from the place’s massive black door, lays a homeless man passed out. He is wearing an “I love Berlin” cap and for some reason his jeans are lowered till around his knees. Dried shit stains his pale thin thighs. We have to ring the bell in order to enter.

Smooth jazz plays in the background. The long, narrow space is dimly lit. Wooden paneling and clinical art contribute to an eclectic though minimalistically chique vibe. Behind the long bar, the surface of which is a dark, polished wood, two ancient bartenders in white tuxedos mix timeless cocktails.

The three of us are sitting at a small square table. Ice cubes crack gently in the glass as I am slowly sipping an old fashioned. The woman has a razor sharp black bob cut, bright red lips, and wears some deconstructed black dress.

‘Urban real estate is the last profitable form of global investment,’ she says, showing us her massive phone and swiping through pictures of some regal Charlottenburg apartment which she has apparently purchased.

Her face noticeably turns sour as the other woman approaches our table. It surpasses my understanding how the gallery owner in this forty years of being alive has not gathered the wisdom that one does not invite people who don’t vibe to a bar night together.

‘Darling,’ the newly arrived woman, younger, blonder, screeches out. I have to give it to her, she looks glamorous in her wide khaki pants and tucked in white blouse.

‘How does it feel? Not too tight?’ She asks, smacking her cheeks against his.

‘Perfectly gentle,’ the gallery owner says.

Perching up her chin and moving her face slowly from left to right, she asks: ‘How bout the looks of it? No too Madonna?’ The woman in black turns to me and rolls her eyes.

‘No my dear, she wishes.’

‘Okay good. I always tell him to go gently. I can feel when he overdoes it. It’s this like strange tight sensation on the inside of my skin. I don’t know how to put it better.’

‘You look amazing my dear. No worries. He is the best in town.’

‘He really is.’

Only after this introduction does she seem to notice me and the real estate owner. After greetings we order a new round of drinks. The conversation cannot hold my attention.

I am mainly nodding and zoning out until the blonde woman says: ‘I know this woman who lives in Iraq and she actually says that the quality of life has risen exponentially since our presence there,’ and I almost choke on my drink. I peek over the table in order to exchange a dismissive glance with the woman in black but she says: ‘I can believe that. Before these people basically lived in sand huts, no? It must be refreshing for a woman to be able to drive a car and have access to a 24/7 convenience store.’

‘I don’t know if they have 7-Elevens in Baghdad my love,’ says the gallery owner, the reason I am here.

‘Well, no I know, as a matter of speech I mean, but like, the market doth provide and…’

‘You people are sick,’ I say, ‘I know a guy from Iraq who was raped under gunpoint by one of your democracy spreading soldiers when he was fifteen. His first sexual experience.’ They steer the situation away from politics. I leave after finishing my drink.

[mortiz888-blog]

Break The Cycle of Having an Ugly Lawn #SaveYourGreen

Introduction A lush, green lawn is the envy of every homeowner. It's a place where children play, families gather, and you can unwind after a long day. However, maintaining a beautiful lawn requires effort and commitment. If you find yourself stuck in a cycle of having an ugly lawn, it's time to break free from it. In this blog post, we'll explore common reasons for an unattractive lawn and provide practical tips to transform your outdoor space into a green oasis. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpkKBv795vM&t=20s Understanding the Cycle Before you can break free from the cycle of having an ugly lawn, it's essential to understand why it's happening. Several factors can contribute to an unattractive lawn, including: a. Neglect: One of the most common reasons for an ugly lawn is neglect. Lawns require regular care, including mowing, watering, and fertilizing. If you neglect these tasks, your lawn will suffer. b. Poor Soil Quality: Soil quality plays a significant role in the health of your lawn. Compacted soil, poor drainage, and nutrient deficiencies can all contribute to an ugly lawn. c. Weeds and Pests: Weeds and pests can quickly take over your lawn, choking out healthy grass and causing unsightly patches. d. Incorrect Mowing Practices: Mowing your lawn too short or too infrequently can damage the grass and lead to an unattractive appearance. Break the Cycle Now that you understand the reasons behind your ugly lawn, it's time to break the cycle and transform your outdoor space. Here are some actionable tips to get you started: a. Regular Maintenance: Commit to a regular lawn maintenance schedule. This includes mowing, watering, and fertilizing as needed. Set aside time each week to tend to your lawn, and it will reward you with lush greenery. b. Soil Testing and Amendment: Have your soil tested to identify any deficiencies. Based on the results, amend your soil with the necessary nutrients and organic matter to improve its quality. c. Weed and Pest Control: Implement effective weed and pest control measures. Use herbicides and pesticides sparingly and consider natural alternatives when possible. d. Proper Mowing Techniques: Follow best practices for mowing, such as keeping your mower blades sharp, mowing at the right height for your grass type, and never removing more than one-third of the grass blade in a single mowing session. e. Adequate Watering: Water your lawn deeply and infrequently to encourage deep root growth. Use a sprinkler system or soaker hoses to ensure even coverage. Instagram #SaveYourGreen https://www.instagram.com/greenteamlawnct/ Invest in Your Lawn Sometimes, breaking the cycle of an ugly lawn requires a bit of investment. Consider the following: a. Lawn Care Services: If you're short on time or lack expertise, hiring a professional lawn care service can make a significant difference. They have the knowledge and tools to rejuvenate your lawn. b. New Grass Varieties: If your current grass type isn't thriving, consider reseeding or overseeding with a more suitable variety for your climate and soil. c. Landscaping: Enhance your lawn's appearance by incorporating landscaping elements like flower beds, shrubs, and decorative features. More 5 Star Reviews Than Any Lawn Company in CT. ★★★★★ Get Help This Fall With Your Lawn Care Needs. Start Here With Your Quote Request. We Will Reach Out to Schedule Your Lawn assessment and Discuss Your Needs in Detail. QUOTE TEXT US Conclusion Breaking the cycle of having an ugly lawn is achievable with the right knowledge and commitment. Regular maintenance, proper soil care, weed and pest control, and correct mowing practices are key to transforming your lawn into a green paradise. Don't be discouraged by past failures; instead, use them as lessons to create a more attractive and inviting outdoor space for yourself and your family. A beautiful lawn is within reach, and with dedication, you can enjoy the benefits of a thriving green oasis right at your doorstep. Read the full article

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10 Personal Branding Tips That Will Elevate Your Business In 2022

A little more than the past year has been choked by the pandemic. This scenario has changed the face of the economy globally. The only real assurance that will keep businesses alive as we step into 2022, is that consumer demands are only going to grow and our limitations are increasingly being fulfilled by digital platforms. Approaching a digital marketing company in India like Brandperl is a good idea.

Here are 10 tips that could help your establishment wear its cape again and take off

Make change your constant :

With the advent of technology, marketing has been transforming rapidly from traditional to digital. Accepting and embracing new ideas, new communication modes, and alterations that seem more practical, are great ways to welcome a new year. Never stop learning, tracking, and staying updated.

Pep up your look :

Personalization helps the consumer spot you easily among brands that populate the internet. The distinct look and feel, the unique outreach and quality, and your bond with the consumer must be portrayed such that the audience recognizes your consistent presence and continuous support. Going minimalistic the trend; information floods consumer searches and the “less-is-more” concept grabs eyes in the direction you desire.

Flaunt your capacities :

To ring loud bells by maximizing outreach in nearly no time and no money, social media is the solution. Platforms like Instagram and Facebook can attract seekers. A quirky portrayal these days gets people to check out why you look and promise differently. You can even take the help of Brandperl, the best social media marketing company in India.

Tell your story :

There is enough explaining what you do and how. What potential users want to hear lately is how your product/service made a difference to someone. Real-time examples and even getting a vendee to express is evidence that your mission has found purpose.

Clog the blog :

Your blogs reflect your expertise, experiences, efforts, enthusiasm, and energy. It is an expression of how much substance your business has. Vlogs are pretty fashionable. Going visual and auditory is not just more appealing and better understood to the consumer.

Podcast and promote :

From short commercials, we are switching to podcasts that are more detailed, can be accessed anytime by the emptor, gets your idea to be understood better, and are automated to reach subscribers. Here you know your viewers have already invested their trust in you, it is your space to share your journey and make them a part of it. If it sets in nostalgia, you have conquered the emotional tangent too.

New in the News :

Speaking of making shoppers a part of your business journey, newsletters and your website keep your audience tuned. You get to share why this is so close to you, your aspiration, new ideas, new updates, and your establishment’s growth curve. It’s also a simple reminder of your presence. Having your own website is a must.

Events:

Promotional events and offers allow you to create some live connections. While we rely so much on online connect, creating real strings with consumers and giving them a chance to experience what you have visualized for them once in a way, cannot be substituted. It shows how you meet promises.

Make the best use of LinkedIn:

Create networks, draw feedback, gather data, and find the best employees…this space has limitless free advantages. Just ensure you are always active here.

Create data-driven plans: 

 Keeping data as the backbone to arrive at any new ideas, decisions, or alterations is extremely practical. There are countless tools that help gather and interpret data unlike it was a few years ago. Statistics paint an honest picture of your business position, flaws, and fabs.

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@29 seconds @29 seconds @29 seconds WATCH BROKEN AVAILABLE FOR DOWNLOAD ON WWW.ARCHIVE.ORG ALSO ON MY INSTAGRAM WWW.INSTAGRAM.COM/TRIKKIDETROIT that is the same heretic @ 29 seconds with black all around it's eyes that is murdering Trevor Snar (actor from Napolean Dynamite, he played the jock/boyfriend of Summer Wheatly in the movie Napolean Dynamite) but in broken, which is a collection of sATAN/THE DRAGON'S SNUFF FILMS filmed in various film qualities so it is hard to differentiate that what you are seeing is REAL). TRENT REZNOR IS MURDERED TWICE, the FIRST TIME IS DURING THE MUSIC VIDEO FOR "WISH" WHICH IS NOT A MUSIC VIDEO BUT THE BAND BEING MURDERED IT LOOKS LIKE THEY WERE LURED TO THE SAME PLACE DEATH GRIPS WAS LURED TO AND KEPT HOSTAGE - AS YOU CAN HEAR IN THE "BLACK GOOGLE" VIDEO ON DEATH GRIPS YOUTUBE PAGE A VOICE SAY "HOW LONG DID IT TAKE YOU TO GET TO THIS PLACE" AND I BELIEVE THAT IS THE SAME HERETIC THAT IS ACTUALLY SATAN AND THAT IS THE SAME HERETIC SHOWN AT 29 SECONDS WITH A STOLEN IDENTITY OF A MURDER VICTIM AND WISH WAS FILMED AT A PLACE CALLED "CLUB SCUM" OR "SCUM CLUB" AND THE HERETICS THAT ARE ALL IN MALE FORM ARE ATTACKING A CAGE THAT THE BAND IS PLAYING IN. THEN THE CAGE DOOR SWINGS OPEN AS THE DRUMMER IS GETTING CHOKED TO DEATH WITH A CHAIN AND ALL THE SODOM&GOMMORITES FLOOD THE CAGE WITH WEAPONS IN THEIR HANDS AND THE VIDEO CUTS OUT. i HAD TO RE-TYPE THIS ABOUT THE SCUM CLUB BECAUSE IT GOT DELETED THROUGH THE HERETICS USING GOD'S HAND TO SILENCE ME. THE SECOND TIME IN BROKEN, THE FILM REEL CUTS OUT BEFORE TRENT SITS IN THE CHAIR THAT THE PREVIOUS VICTIM WHO WAS ENSLAVED AT THE POST OF A HERETIC WAS FORCED TO SIT IN, WHICH IS WHY THE HERETIC (either the MAN/WOMAN FORMED FROM SLIME in the BIBLE - or the EVE was not man or woman either but a different level of infernal abyss i.e. HELL) SEEMS TO BE ENJOYING WHILE THE HUMAN MAN IS BEING is being TORTURED WHILE BEING MURDERED THEN GROUND UP INTO CHEEMSBURGER, then the heretic which was able to "kill itself" while murdering a SLAVE HUMAN, simply materialized as ANOTHER PREVIOUS VICTIM (in the case of the film reel TRENT REZNOR, and the heretic that doesn't feel the AGONIZING PAIN IT CAUSES TO VICTIMS, forces the soul/souls at it's post (whether TRENT HIMSELF WHO IS HUMAN had to be there or not is unknown, just as with the HUMAN PRIOR because ONCE YOU ARE DEAD, as HAS BEEN SHOWN WITH THE HERETICS STEALING MY PARENTS IDENTITIES: THERE IS NO WAY TO KNOW WHICH HERETIC IS IN CONTROL OF THE POST BECUASE ONCE A HUMAN MURDER VICTIM IS DEAD THEY BECOME TRANSIENT MEANING GOD MOVES US AROUND TO DIFFERENT POSTS AND WE CAN NOT GO WHERE WE WANT TO IN OUR ETERNAL FORMS UNLIKE HERETICS WHICH COME AND GO WHEREVER THEY WANT TO WHENEVER THEY WANT TO TO WHEREVER THEY PLEASE.