#it better not be fucking bible thumpers

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

Oh great it's THIS fuckhead. What the hell does HE want?

#1 I havent taken shit, she WILLINGLY came with me. And probably to get away from YOUR stupid ass.

#2 do you not remember what happened the last time you drew your sword at me?

Slap bitch.

That lil Hmmmmm.

YOU turned him into a ROSE and NOW you're thinking about giving it to belle? Like you weren't thinking about giving her something anyway. Women love flowers.

"Flowers, chocolates,promises you don't intend to keep"

[vanweezer]

very very personal, just insight into where im at w my family and things that bother me/have encouraged me to move out

"i know youre moving out so im just gonna say no ones kicking you out and if you feel like this is something you have to do then ok"

thanks! i know im not being kicked out! but yknow i kinda yet a weird vibe when your out of touch husband takes me to a cemetery to yell at me, tell me im just like my father/dont give my father "the time of day", and that im "mean to people who care about me" in front of his dead mother's grave in a poor attempt at guilting me out of speaking my mind. but no yeah thanks for stating the fucking obvious that im leaving on my own terms

[blackmoonoracle]

There's such a pattern of unfounded egotism and a complete lack of self awareness in Sagittarius sun men.

I've noticed a lot of them can be so strict in their religious views and be borderline Bible thumpers.

Ofc there's sagittarians that function in an opposite manner, it's just something I've noticed.

Like they view themselves as so educated and knowledgeable and as if they are a worthy teacher even if they've not developed in a way that actually matches their self perspective.

It's honestly so selfish and weird, like it's just legitimately an annoying pattern that they all share.

The idea or belief that they are better than others because of their spiritual ideology and life philosophy.

It's like they forget in order to be a teacher you must first be a student.

The only Sagittarius man I've ever met who had even a modicum of self awareness had a Capricorn moon.

I've also noticed sag + Virgo combo is absolutely fucking diabolical.

Theres 3 men in particular I've had close contact with that have this combination of signs in their natal charts and they are master manipulators.

Two of them were veryyyy personal relationships.

Sag + Virgo especially if you throw water in the mix is Absolutely self absorbed, everything is transactional with them. Yet, they believe they deserve more even when they give little.

All they care about is reaping the benefit.

There's an entitlement issue, and then the Virgo placement drives the nail into the coffin because then they create rabbit holes of faulty mental gymnastics they utilize in order to justify their actions and belief systems

[marie-scary]

saw someone do this with Glee, so i decided to try my swing at yellowjackets as Grey’s Anatomy characters🙂‍↕️

(only from seasons like 1-10is. bc that show (as a fan) has no business being that long) also most of these are crack😭🙂‍↕️

Shauna: Meredith Grey, slutty mistress, need i say more?

Lottie: Jo Wilson, they’re both goofy and dorky, and if i remember correctly when jo and alex were drinking she talked about stealing something. (i’ll rewatch and confirm this🤝🏼)

Misty: Cristina Yang, one of the twisted sisters. Cristina is very cutthroat and i feel like the misty killing jessica robert’s is pretty cutthroat. also yang is just super fucking smart, and so is misty. (i would like to note cristina yang would hate misty)

Javi: Andrew Deluca, just bc he’s sweet and he dies in the end. like i’m sorry bro but yeah😭

Tai: Owen Hunt, my fav sleepwalking adulterers <3 no but the way they both deal with trauma is so funny. like no let’s not deal with it. lets repress it and act like im not the problem (tai is not the problem tho, women are never the problem)(i actually hate owen hunt. fuck that bitch ass ginger (this is just a slide at owen. other than that ginger women {bc i don’t fuck with the male specimen} are so hot. thank you for existing))

Laura Lee: April Kepner, do we even have to ask that? i love me some bible thumpers. also i like how their environment challenges/strengthens their faith. holy women for the win ❤️🙏🏼

Mari: Lexie Grey, honestly i’m still not sure about this one, but idk i think they’re both so cute and goofy and bc mari is pit girl and lexie died in the woods😔

Gen: Callie Torres, gives off mean vibes but it’s lowkey a cutie. but also a total bad fucking ass

Ben: Arizona Robbins, twinnsss😝🤞🏼(arizona got one up on him with the prosthetic and being able to be openly gay tho😔)

Akilah: Izzie Stevens, something about hallucinating shit that isn’t there is crazy. but idk what’s crazier. hallucinating having a pet rat but it’s actually been dead the whole time or hallucinating fucking your dead ex-lover/patient/someone you stole a heart for?? idk chat, shits wild asf😭

Van: George O’Malley, only the good parts bc those parts george was sweet and cute and all fun go lucky.

Travis: Preston Burke, arrogant, narcissistic, sexist, fucking douchebags, god complex’s 😒(but also burke, like travis, had his good moments. i will say i do favor travis’ character more tho. bc he’s a kid and that’s understandable. but at his big fucking age burke knows better (okay i’m sorry let me stop before i get heated😭) anyways yeah)

Nat: Alex Karev/Amelia Shepherd, let’s be honest here, alex is so nat, when it comes to the brooding, dickhead, boyfriend, who came from a tough childhood and swears he’s tough as shit just bc he boxes. but is a fucking puppy dog and follows you around and laughs super hard at shit you say even tho you just said that persons shirt looked weird. she’s also very Amelia coded. and yes bc of the drugs and the daddy issues with seeing him get shot. maybe not the same circumstances or relationship but it played a big role in her life.

Jackie: Derek Shepherd, let’s be so fucking fr rn. of course jackie would be charming, annoying, stuck up, pretentious, McDreamy, loyal to a fault, himbo man. “it’s a beautiful day to save lives” headass😭im sorry but i totally see it. also they both die in crazy ways after both surviving a plane crash. if anyone needs to be studied, it’s them.

[pollenallergie]

thinking about sapphic!chrissy coming out to eddie

she’s confesses to him that she feels trapped in her relationship with jason (not necessarily trapped by jason, but just trapped by her family’s and her peer’s expectations for their relationship) and…

“i feel…. urg!! i just, eddie, i feel like i’m living every day trapped in this… in this lie! because, it’s- it’s a complete lie! i mean, i don’t even like jason! …” chrissy trails off. she furrows her brow in an unintentionally adorable pout before taking another swig of her beer. truthfully, she doesn’t even like beer, but eddie had offered her one when she first showed up at his trailer and, for some reason, she felt like she needed it tonight.

having taken down another swig of liquid courage, chrissy softly continues, almost whispering her next words, “i mean, i don’t even like guys… i like girls. i like women and b-boobs and… other stuff.” she shyly curls into herself as she downs another swig of beer and then begins anxiously gnawing on her lower lip, its still raw from when she’d gnawed it to the point of bleeding as she drove over here.

what she’s just admitted to eddie… well, it’s huge, especially given that she lives in rural Indiana. sure, it’s the 80s, and she’s heard that in places like New York and Chicago, people are starting to become more accepting of that sort of thing. but, here? in Hawkins? no way. that sort of thing can turn even the most loved, popular local into a shunned social pariah; the kind of person that hears people whispering about them everywhere they go (and not in the good way), the kind of person that the local moms won’t trust around their kids. “perverts”, “sinners,” “satanists,” that’s what all the bible thumpers in this town call people like that; people who aren’t straight.

sure, eddie’s the furthest thing from a bible thumping, god-fearing, closed-minded christian, but can chrissy really expect him to be cool about this sort of thing? fuck. no. she’s made a mistake. she has to go. she has to leave. no, what if he tells someone? she has to-

“i mean, hey, i get it, i like boobs and other stuff too,” eddie shrugs, “boobs are nice.” when that doesn’t elicit the giggle that eddie was hoping for, he turns to face chrissy and ducks down to meet her eyes as he reassures her, “we like what we like. ‘s nothing to be ashamed of.” as if he’s reading chrissy’s mind, hearing her inner monologue spiral and ramble on and on about how that is very much something to be ashamed of in this town, eddie adds, “at least not around me, okay? i’m a freak who willingly spends his Fridays playing a roleplaying table top game with a bunch of dorky teenagers, you’re a cheerleader who likes other cheerleaders, we’re both freaks,” eddie jokes before continuing, “but seriously, i’m not gonna judge you as long as you don’t judge me, yeah?”

“yeah,” chrissy replies softly, her voice still shaky and even, and eyes still brimmed with unshed tears. eddie’s words are a nice balm, and they’re helping her feel better, but the evidence of her previous panic can still be clearly seen.

a nice silence settles over the two, but it’s soon interrupted by chrissy softly speaking up, “i um- i don’t like other cheerleaders,” she clarifies. “i mean, i don’t not like them, i just… i like people who are more like you? um- eccentric wo-”

“freaks,” eddie interrupts, though the word is said without malice; he doesn’t need to be ashamed of who he is or what he likes, not in front of someone as kind and genuine and accepting as chrissy. she accepts him for who he is, even though she hasn’t really learned how to accept herself quite yet.

“yeah,” she chuckles, “honestly, if you didn’t have a dick, and you had boobs, then you’d totally be my type.”

eddie laughs, “gee, thanks, chris, i’m honored.”

[devilcantspeell]

BLOOD FOR THE WORLDBUILDING ASK GAME. hi ben <3

CASSIAN YOU FUCKING LEGEND I love you for this <3

WORLDBUILDING ASK GAME:

WITH PICTURES!

WARNINGS! ⚠️: Cartoon blood, cartoon gore, body horror, diseases/medical horror, child abuse mentioned, sex mentioned.

.

1. BLOOD - Does everyone bleed the same colour? If not, why not?

The world is run by 3 Major Races! Two are organic, one is mechanic.

In order of hierarchy: Crystalline, Human, and Robot.

2. PEPPER - What is the deadliest poison?

I was wondering what to put for this one before realising there is essentially a 'poison' a strong enough crystalline may give someone manually.

Medusa Rot, or Crystalline Petrification.

It's given by an aggravated spike- this can be purposeful to attack someone or even accidental if the attacker is panicked/agitated enough, and can't control their powers.

Considering how nobles and strong crystallines gave dwindled over the years, and such harsh powers haven't been needed- it's incredibly under-researcved, like an extinct dissease.

So it's not likely the victim or the attacker know.

A timeline of it's affects: Body horror/Medical horror warning?

It affects organic species. However if given to a robot, it's likely it will just fight it's way through it and clog up their systems with crystal growth, giving a relatively similar affect that's got a slightly higher survival chance.

3. CANDY - How do they treat children?

This very much depends on the household!

Though in most houses, Children are raised religious relative to area. Most commonly, Lunnox (In-universe religion of worship of the moon, enforced by the Cobalt Empire which rules the majority of the world and is the largest power.)

If a child is born to a Human and Crystalline, it's likely to be abandoned or orphaned, due to how taboo half-breeds are. The child will appear entirely human, other than perhaps some odd colouring. (Coloured hair, eyes, birthmarks.)

If a halfbred child is kept, the crystalline is almost definite to lose any higher status, and the human is likely to he rejected by peers also. Most halfbreds will just say they're human for slightly better treatment.

Robot children are rare-

Robots are essentially dead souls made posses a robot host body, most likely with their memories gone to function as some sort of labour or built for a purpose.

So if a child is a robot, it's more likely they come from a wealthy family, and after dying or getting sick too soon, was rebuilt as a robot- and kept their memories. This can be controversial. Some consider it mutilation or depriving a child of their original race, some consider it fair to let a child live on.

Noble crystalline children?

Uhhhhhh. yeah.

MOVING ON, FINALLY:

4. BLUSH - What is their view on sex?

Sex, due to the empire being very conservative religious in it's ways, is a taboo thing to discuss.

It's not entirely medieval though, in an 'everyone be celibate' way. Its moreso taboo to discuss in places such as work or in front of elders and superiors- most adults and teens in the modern day will brag about it, or crack sex jokes and stuff like that, similar to your average modern day society. It's still a rather gossipy subject though.

example: If a frat house was personified Vs Bible thumper

YAY IM DONE

Reblogs appreciated!!!

I spent a ridiculous amount of time on this for something that isn't fandom content 💀

So uhhh. Reblog to kill Onyx's dad with hammers idk

Ask post here if anyone wanna ask other things and my askbox is just open in general :)

[secret-sadist-somnophiles-stuff]

Big Carl goes down hard #2

Carl is the type of man that attracts female and male attention. A big bear of a man with a body honed by physical work, he nonetheless had a childish innocence and was duped easily. Carl's apartment was located in a building in an up and coming part of town. That said there were always issues of some sort or another, particularly with the utilities.  The super, Roger was luckily always on hand to sort Carl's water issues – of course, Roger was out of his mind horny for Carl and engineered better than 80% of the problems to spend time in his company.

Carl called Roger with yet another faucet issue and Roger dropped by just as Carl was getting ready for a night on the town with the new tenants in 6C. Roger raged internally – he already know from his  spying that the new tenants swung wide and once they had hands on Carl, Carl wouldn’t look twice Rogers way. Tonight would have to be the night. Rogers mind flew into jealous overdrive, and as he heard Carls shower running, Roger disconnected the electrical supply, and crossed the cables with the metal piping in Carls apartment, electrifying the water supply. It wasn’t long before there was a heavy meaty thud, and Roger took the stairs five steps at a time to the master bedroom.

There on the floor of the shower lay Carl, dripping wet, unconscious and helpless. Roger almost danced a jig of joy, turned back downstairs and righted the electrical supply, safely, before almost sailing back upstairs on a horny cloud.

Carl still lay unconscious where he had fallen heavily. Roger couldn’t believe his luck. Fuck the stud looked good. Trembling, Roger manhandled his prize. Then he dried Carl off with a towel, lingering where he wanted to, and then secured Carl’s body with rope from his pickup, and laid the stud out on the first floor foyer sofa, tying him securely to the banister. He played with Carls cock until it was rigid, and then milked his dick until Carls brain switched on, and he began to recover, his mind a confused mess as the super worked over his body edging him mercilessly, and the need to cum was paramount. But .. uhh - his head still hurt bad somehow and the room spun and he couldn't get a damn clear look at the bastard milking his hard cock.

Means, motive and opportunity. Always be prepared.

So - the league of purity and decency judged Ole Carl's penis to be the source of all evil in the world, and some old lady in 'Bama was gonna lose some shut eye because of it. Bible thumpers love their fig leaves, so let's see if these fig leaves spare them and Carl their blushes ...

[cowboyemeritus]

The Good Lord Would Want It That Way (Mary Goore/Reader)

You want to give yourself to Mary, but you know it's wrong. He comes up with a clever solution to your predicament. (18+)

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Just a note: this is going to look a little icky at first but I PROMISE it's entirely consensual. Obviously I don't want to spoil anything, but I figured I ought to be somewhat transparent about it.

You cross your legs shyly and try to avoid making eye contact with Mary at all costs. He’s sitting next to you on the edge of the bed, running his hand up and down your thigh absentmindedly.

“What’s wrong, babycakes?” They ask through kiss-swollen lips. Despite the obvious tent in his jeans, there is genuine concern in his voice. The hand stops moving, coming to rest dangerously close to the apex of your legs. Their touch makes you shudder.

“It’s just…” You sigh, making a desperate attempt to gather your thoughts. “I like you a lot, Mare. You make me really happy, and I want you to be happy, too. I want to… do things with you, but…” You nervously fiddle with the small silver cross hanging from your neck. “But it’s wrong to want that. My faith is very important to me and I made a promise to not… you know, until I get married.” Mentally, you’re bracing yourself for their response. What sort of insults will Mary hurl at you? Will he call you a prude? A Bible-thumper? A stuck-up bitch? The possibilities are endless, really.

To your surprise, Mary takes your hand in theirs. His long fingers, molded by years of guitar playing, are cold against your skin. And yet the gesture is warm, so full of tenderness that it makes you want to cry.

“I’m not gonna pretend like I actually get this whole virginity thing,” they start, “but it wouldn’t be cool if I pressured you. That’d be pretty fucked up.” You lean into him, resting your head on his bony shoulder. The two of you sit there in silence for what feels like millennia. This is end of your relationship, it has to be. There’s no way Mary would tie himself to you just to get laid. You could never ask that of him, anyway. They have such a prickly exterior but deep down you know they’re really sweet and you don’t want to have to say goodbye so soon-

“You know, there is one thing we could try.”

You flush instantly. There’s no way. He couldn’t possibly… That’s only something that’s whispered about at youth groups and bible camps. It’s just a myth; at least, that’s what your youth pastor always told you. You swallow hard, turning to see if Mary is kidding or not. Even without the face-paint and fake blood they look dead serious.

“Oh… Uh, I don’t know, Mary. I’ve never-“

“Forget it,” they say, immediately scooting away from you. “I shouldn’t push.” The earth has opened up between the two of you, the chasm swallowing you whole when Mary eventually gets up from the bed to go check the time on his phone. “It’s getting kinda late, babe. Want me to walk you home soon?” Suddenly, you’ll do anything if they let you stay.

“Wait,” you blurt out before you can think better of it. “I- I want to try it. I want to do it with you.” Mary gives you a look.

“Are you sure? You don’t sound too enthusiastic.” He makes to leave the room and you shoot up, grabbing his wrist.

“I’m sure! Really. I want to. Please, can we?” You’ll get down on your knees if you have to. Anything to make him happy. They give you a once over and smile, although you can’t help the cold snap that runs down your spine at the sight. For a second, there is something smug, malicious even, in the way Mary regards you.

“Whatever you say, princess.” Before you can react, he’s pulling you in and kissing you hungrily. His tongue prods forcefully at your lips, demanding access. You gasp when Mary roughly grabs your ass, using the opportunity to fully claim your mouth. The sensation of their tongue in your throat is uncomfortable at first, but eventually, you relax into the embrace. Reflexively, you wrap your arms around Mary as you two shuffle back to the bed. He gives you a playful little push and you flop clumsily onto the mattress, worrying your lip between your teeth while he liberates himself from the confines of his jacket and t-shirt. Seeing you laying there like a dead fish, they quirk their head.

“Wanna let me see you?” You can’t meet their eyes and fidget with the hem of your sweater nervously.

“I… I think I’d be more comfortable if I kept this on? I don’t know why, I just…” Mary chuckles, and though it’s full of pity, it sounds genuine.

“That’s a-okay, babe. We can do this however you like. This is about you, not me.” You have to bite back a laugh at that, hiding your face in your hands so he can’t see your struggle. Yeah right, Goore.

You lean back onto the bed as Mary drapes himself over you. One of their hands comes up to pin your wrists above your head while the other rests on your hip. He kisses you once, twice, before his fingers are hooking under the waistband of both your skirt and underwear. You shiver and instinctively try to flee from their cold touch.

“At least me take these off,” he purrs, warm breath tickling your neck. Once you nod in assent they make quick work of sliding the garments down your legs, flinging them unceremoniously onto the bedroom floor. The rush of cool air on your sex makes you whine and press your thighs together, but it’s not long before Mary is wrenching them apart again. He lays a kiss to your neck, just slightly nipping at the skin, then starts to move down your body. You gasp, utterly scandalized, when they give your breasts a squeeze through the wool of your sweater.

“Mare!”

“What?” He huffs. “Bible doesn’t say anything about that. At least I don’t think.” They continue downward until they’re face to face with your core. “I do remember something about worshipping false idols, though. But unlike you, I have no problem with blasphemy.” For emphasis, Mary’s tongue descends on your clit. You’d roll your eyes if they weren’t already at the back of your head. At least they know how to put that filthy mouth to good use. He keeps licking and sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves, snickering as you desperately try to stifle your moans. Eventually, you feel fingers at your entrance, gathering up your slick. You’re about to protest when, instead of sliding into your pussy, Mary’s fingers move further down.

You tense when you feel the caress of skin against the tight ring of muscle. Mary doesn’t breach your opening just yet, opting to draw one of his fingers in slow circles around it with varying degrees of pressure. They suddenly press against your hole and you flinch. Laughing, he detaches from your clit and flashes a cocky smile.

“Just kidding,” he teases, withdrawing completely and ushering you to lay at the head of the bed. Mary rummages through his nightstand for a moment and finally, to your relief, produces a thing of lube. You look away shyly as they uncap the bottle and coat their fingers with what you hope is a generous amount. Setting it back down, he climbs on top of you once again and kisses you with a surprising tenderness.

“You’re still sure?” It’s all but a whisper. You nod, feeling legitimate eagerness bubble up in your chest, and place one of your hands on the back of their head to pull them in for another kiss. This time, you proactively give them access to your mouth, parting your lips ever so slightly. He smiles into the kiss, sensing your excitement, before you feel the coldness of a slick finger against your asshole. You want it so bad you think you might die.

Ever so slowly, Mary’s index finger teases its way inside and you shudder, moaning into their mouth. He breaks away from the kiss and studies your expression once the digit is about halfway in.

“How does it feel, baby?” They ask, testing the waters. It takes you a second to pull the right string of words together.

“It’s… Oh, Mary. I’ve never felt anything like this before.” He gives you a sympathetic look before burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your ear is practically in their mouth as they whisper to you teasingly.

“Of course you haven’t. You poor, innocent little thing.” Their tongue darts out to lick your earlobe while they slowly begin to pump their finger in and out, reaching deeper and deeper inside you. Mary smirks at the moans he pulls out of you. When he speaks again, it’s with the same rumble he uses on stage.

“You act all high and mighty with your Bible quotes and shit, but we both know there’s a filthy fucking whore underneath all that.” You feel a second finger prodding at your ass and you whine pathetically.

“Lucky for you, I corrupt good little Christian girls for a living.” Mary’s middle finger slides home and you practically wail at the stretch. They give you a moment to adjust and it’s just unbearable. You’re already craving more of the unfamiliar sensation, bucking your hips ever so slightly to encourage him to keep going. Mary kisses you as he gives in to your silent plea, his tongue immediately delving into your mouth. You wrap your arms around their torso and pull them down onto you, relishing in the weight of their body on yours.

Mary moans into your mouth, deep and guttural, as he grinds his clothed cock into your clit. Undoubtedly, your juices are getting all over the front of their pants, but you’re both so lost in the feel of each other’s bodies that neither of you really care. Besides, you know that Mary would wear your slick stains with pride, the disgusting fucking creature they are. The image has you clenching around their fingers.

“You like that, babe?” Mary jeers. “You like my fingers in your tight, little ass?” You nod frantically.

“Fu- Mmm. I like it, Mare! It’s so wrong but it feels so good!” You figure he’ll get a kick out of that and he does, groaning and grinding himself into you just a bit harder. Once you relax into their touch, they start scissoring their fingers, gently stretching the muscle. Suddenly, you’re right on the edge of what you know is going to be a powerful orgasm and you’re almost in disbelief; it’s never snuck up on you that fast before. It’s enough to break you completely, and the facade finally drops.

“Oh, fuck. Mary, I’m gonna cum! Mare!” They crash their mouth into yours as your climax washes over you and - Good Lord - it’s like nothing else. You cling onto him for dear life, nails digging into his back, as your insides spasm and pulse with energy. The sounds you’re making, you’re sure, are utterly pornographic, but you’re so lost in your release you’re practically deaf.

You come back down already wanting more. Any notion of continuing the game obliterated, you push Mary off of you and rise to your knees on the bed. In one smooth motion, you’re pulling the stuffy sweater over your head, exposing the rest of your body. The silly cross necklace falls to dangle between your breasts, the cool silver almost a shock against the still-healing tattoo on your sternum. Knowing there’s been a shift, Mary is already sliding down and pulling off their boxers as you lean over to grab the lube. You can’t help but shiver with anticipation when their cock springs free and smacks against their stomach. Tossing him the bottle, you plop down on the bed next to Mary and kiss him feverishly. They uncap it in a hurry and you hold out a hand. After he squirts a good amount into your palm you reach down to stroke his neglected length.

“Want more already?” They ask, trailing off into a moan as you thoroughly coat their shaft with the cool gel. You nod, letting out a reciprocal noise when you feel fingers pinch and tease your nipples. “Think you can take my cock?” You can’t help but laugh.

“Who the fuck do you think I am?” Once you’re certain Mary is sufficiently lubed up, you flip onto your stomach before rising to your hands and knees.

“I thought you were supposed to be ‘waiting until marriage’ tonight,” they say, shuffling up behind you on the bed. You roll your eyes, although you can’t help but laugh at his insistence that you stay in character.

“Ah, fuck! You’re right. Hold on a sec.” You clear your throat and muster up the most cliche porn-voice you can. “Oh, Mary,” you cry, wiggling your backside at him. “Won’t you please come and make love to my sweet virgin ass? It’s what God would want.” They shoot you a playful glare and lightly swat at one of your cheeks. Lining himself up with your entrance, his tip just barely puts pressure on your hole and yet you’re already mewling for him. You feel a hand on your upper back, gently massaging the flesh.

“You gotta relax for me, baby,” Mary breathes, starting to push himself inside you. It’s a challenge to do as they ask; every inch you take feels like ten and the pleasure is so intense it burns. The feeling of fullness when they finally bottom out is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. They’re completely rigid above you, and you know it’s taking them everything they have to not immediately start pounding into your ass. After what feels like an eternity of getting your bearings, you lean back onto Mary’s cock, silently begging him to start moving. 

Who would they be if they didn’t immediately oblige? His thrusts start off slow, experimental, as if anticipating your discomfort. The friction against your inner walls makes you hiss, and for a moment, they halt entirely.

“Fuck,” you whine. “Don’t stop. It’s so fucking good.” Recognizing you’re not in (literally) gut wrenching pain, Mary picks back up. His pace is still slow, but that’s likely for his own sake rather than your comfort. Looking over your shoulder, you can’t help but moan when you see the way their face is scrunched up, teeth digging into their bottom lip as they fuck into you. A grin spreads across your face at the sight.

“Feel good? You- ah, fuck! You like breaking me in like this?” He nods, reaching around to start stroking your clit once again.

“You fucking bet. You’re so fucking tight. Holy shit, baby, I’m not gonna last like this.” You start rocking back into them, encouraging them to chase their release. They happily comply, swiping at your bud a little faster, and that pool of energy is already building up inside you again.

“Take it, slyna. Jag vet att du älskar den här kuken.” You haven’t a fucking clue what Mary is saying, but you’ve been with him long enough to know this means he’s barely holding on. At this rate, you’re not far behind.

“I bet you wish you could defile this pussy, too, Mare,” you taunt. They growl in response, thrusting into you hard.

“You have no fucking idea. If I ever meet the son of bitch who got that honor…”

“You’ll what? Kill him?” They huff out a laugh.

“I’ll shake his hand and buy him a beer.” The declaration has you falling over the edge; Mary doesn’t buy things for anyone unless he has to.

The fire in your belly has expanded to critical mass and you scream as your second orgasm of the evening tears through you. Wailing, your arms give out from under you and you collapse onto your chest. Mary groans as you clench around their cock, the last of their self control slipping away. They begin to pound into you wildly, working you through your climax as they come to the peak of their own pleasure.

“Fuck, that’s it, älskling. You take it so fucking good. Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum- ah!” True to his word, you shiver as Mary finally finds purchase in the tightness of your ass, flooding you with his release. The two of you are in suspended animation for a moment after they finally come down, panting, shaking, and covered in sweat. When Mary pulls out of you, flopping down by your side on the bed, you slide down onto your stomach.

“I think I deserve an award for that performance,” you mumble into the pillow. You reach behind with one hand and fiddle with the clasp of the necklace. With Mary’s assistance, you’re eventually shoving it into the abyss of the bedside drawer where it belongs.

“I’ll let the Academy know,” they say with a laugh. After a bit of rummaging through the shit on the nightstand, you produce the remainder of a joint and a lighter. With well practiced precision, you light up and take a few hits before passing it to your lounging partner. The smell of smoke fills the small bedroom as you lie back down, this time on top of him. Now face to face, Mary takes a long drag and presses his open mouth to your lips. You inhale what they have to offer greedily, already relishing in the fuzziness that creeps into your mind. The two of you stay like this until only the roach remains, prompting you to roll off of Mary, landing on your back. It’s like the stretch of their cock is permanently seared into your muscles, and you groan as the added pressure, combined with the sensitivity of your high, serves as a reminder.

“Happy you got to destroy my ass, Goore?” They hum contentedly, turning onto their side and draping and arm across your body.

“You know I did,” he murmurs. “Kinda sad you don’t have any more holes for me to deflower, though.” The admission has you convulsing with laughter until your stomach hurts.

“Then maybe next time it’ll be your turn.”

[cassynite]

thoughts on rogue trader companions so far (got to the end of act 1 last night in yet another ill advised late night gaming session):

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Abelard: I, the player, have such a soft spot for old men who take on mentor-like positions to my pc (blame it on being raised my grandfather ig).

But Wren actually finds Abelard pretty stifling at first and is furious when she finds out he'd been keeping an uprising from her and trying to take care of it on his own, because she's an awful micromanaging boss who's got to do shit herself and thinks everyone who does things without her direct knowledge are going to either fuck up or betray her about it. They're getting along a little better since then and she does ask for his opinion on things, even if she rarely follows it lol.

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Idira: Wren warmed up to Idira pretty quickly, considering she introduced herself by revealing she knows about Wren's past and her deepest hurts (I know that the actual dialogue is referencing the torture hook in her background but I'm interpreting it as Idira knowing about what happened between Wren and her sister).

But after Wren made a very open "you tell anyone about that and I make sure you get spaced" threat, she starts to rely on Idira's divination skills to help her navigate tough situations. She's not threatened by psykers or Idira's powers otherwise, and senses that she's relatively open and isn't trying to pull the wool over her eyes because of how tenuous a grasp on her own powers she has--ironically, by being on the verge of madness, Wren trusts her to tell her what she's actually hearing.

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Argenta: Wren tends to view people who are overly dedicated to the Imperium with distrust and disdain; she grew up kind of on the fringes of society to begin with and spent the majority of her adulthood as a crime lord with a dim view of the Imperium, since she spent a lot of her time either in direct opposition to those people or manipulating their systems to get what she wanted. Because of this she's written off Argenta as a space-Bible-thumper and ignores her views. She's the first person who gets kicked off the team once they get a full roster.

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Pasqual: She has slightly more respect for the knowledge-pursuing Adeptus Mechanicus than Argenta's Adepta Sororitus, but any limited respect for Pasqual turns to pretty severe distrust when she finds out he sold out his mentor to the Imperium. Wren's super clannish in her thought processes, and doesn't believe in a greater good; Her People are all that matter to her, and people who backstab, no matter the reason, are to be viewed with distrust at best and as the enemy at worst.

The only thing keeping Pasqual marginally in her good graces at this point is his relationship with Abel, which Wren has already projected her childhood relationship with her sister onto. She's not telling him shit about what she does with her business unless absolutely necessary though and has probably created contingency plans to space him if he tries to pull the same shit on her.

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Heinrix: Lol. Lmao. Hi Inquisitor guy, yes of course I'm a loyal servant of the emperor, nothing to see here<-former crime lord who would have scattered at the word inquisitor a month ago

Wren was absolutely hoping never to actually come across this guy she was supposed to play courier for, like "Oh gee I guess we never found him, shame," so running into him while trying to clear up the mess on Rykard minoris was a bit of a disappointment, but she's decided that she can play good Rogue Trader while he's around. At this point he's brand new, she's sussed he's kind of into her, so she's playing into that and making herself seem friendly ("you seem lonely, if you want someone to talk to I'm not the greatest conversationalist but I am a great listener"). She's sure she'll be totally fine dumping him when needed and will not get attached, even though she's said this about the last like three people she's integrated into her crew and it's never played out well for her yet.

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Cassia: Sweet child. Wren absolutely thinks that Cassia would not survive a day on her own, extremely powerful navigator or no, and is kind of condescending to her because of that. She was the quickest and easiest person for Wren to trust and consider one of "her" people on the new ship and she plans on doing what she can to secure a permanent position for Cassia as her navigator. Wren's got a real soft spot for her and takes her everywhere. (Also I, the player, stan Cassia like no one business and wouldn't dream of keeping her out of my party. Lidless stare is too OP.)

[1eos]

theres nothing worse than dealing with shitty work vibes and getting shitty advice so i will paraphrase what my mom (older black woman) always tells me. which is that these places dont deserve you and the wicked will get whats coming to them. now she usually says this with a lot of bible verses which i dont really fuck with, but she also loves praying for my shitty employers’ downfall, which makes me feel better. so, sending some of that energy your way, i hope the ones making your work life hell experience massive karmic retribution and you move on to better things 👍🏿

thank you so much my love. like im also not a bible thumper but im truly at my wits end so i'll just say PLEASE let the wicked blow up violently ive given so much time to this place and done so much to accommodate my beast of a manager i can no longer endure i need a serious shakeup of my circumstances

[cashandprizes]

5+1 Redacted Headcanons

thank you sooo much @ejunkiet you absolute darling for tagging me, this is so exciting!

Tagging my friends (hope you weren't tagged yet): @bratty-telepath, @penncilkid, @zozo-01, @latenightsleeper share your headcanons with the world (tumblr)

Uhhhhh since it's me we're just gonna put this bad boy under a cut, minors dni go away and as usual we take canon out back like ol yeller k thanks let's get into it

1.

In case you haven't noticed, I have a lot of thoughts about Lasko Moore. I'm gonna talk about the fact that Lasko gives off such repressed Southern Bible Belt energy, tgwgigitgwdd. I think it would be so funny if he got rid of his southern accent until he forgets himself and says some real southern grandma shit like "Jesus Mary and Joseph" or "Mother of pearl" or "Jesus be a fence". I feel like Lasko's storyline is pretty queer coded and I think you know why not just add in a little religious trauma to top it off? Not only is being the magical queer son of an unempowered family hard, there's definitely some bible thumpers who think it's demonic, it's a sin, you name it. And who does everything is about church and you are filled with sin better than southern Catholics am I right? like iykyk. That man was repressed as fuck and moving to Dahlia and being around magic users was obviously so life-changing for him.

2.

Which is where it gets spicy, cause it's me. Deep in Lexi (@autisticempathydaemon) and I's DMs is what I like to call the "Unholy Trinity" files, which is me just talking about various redacted characters and their hoe phases before canon started and this post features two different headcanons. When it comes to Lasko though, like I said that boy was REPRESSED and once he was on his own? Oh he went wild. I like to think it started with him going with his roommates or something to an unempowered frat party and he was like "I want to be this free. I want to not have to think" and it started with him just getting drunk but then he realized there's an even better way to shut your mind off that doesn't come with a hangover - getting fucked stupid. The most important part of this headcanon though was at the height of his hoe phase, he was at an unempowered frat party on a weekend after one of the local college sportsball teams won a championship. Lasko was like a little fucked up idk maybe he took some molly or something but he decided that since they won the game, there should be a reward right? Which ends up being him letting like 12 dudes on the football team run a train on him like some kind of hentai gangbang. He doesn't really remember it, but he's LEGENDARY at that college for years afterwards.

3.

And then there's Doll cause it isn't me if I don't talk about Regulus. I obviously looove Reggie and while I hear the Regulus has kidnapped his listener and they are struggling against him, hear me out. I think it would be so delightful if Regulus's listener was someone who was at such a bad point in their life that Regulus was a welcome change. Doll thinks they're going crazy at first, but it's so nice to not have to worry about things anymore. They don't have to go to work, they don't have to worry about making and keeping friends, they don't have to worry about money - Regulus takes care of all of it. Regulus tells them exactly what to do and makes them do it and it's suuuuuuch a relief for them to have someone tell them what to do and to completely give into someone. Regulus to me seems like someone who needs to be needed and by god I gave him a listener who is so grateful for him erasing everything in their brain but him. Also playing with the idea that Doll could be blind, but that's a whooooole other post.

4.

Sentencing your partner to three hours in silly jail for their silly crimes against humanity. love me a hot honey pizza So I love Guy and have been listening to him a lot and talking about him a lot. It's almost a problem. But I have this hilarious idea that after Guy and Honey got together, lived together for a while, really got into each other, they needed to get a new apartment. They're not super well off, but they weren't willing to compromise on the fact that they needed to be on a top floor and sturdy ceilings so they could have anchor points for suspension. Because Honey loves tying Guy up, gagging him, and sitting in a chair nearby with a cup of coffee getting some work done and their hoodie on while Guy... hangs out. get it, hangs out??? anyway there's also a sign in the room that says "Silly Jail" which Guy finger painted for Honey as a joke but is hung on the wall.

5.

Milo..... oh Milo. How I have mentally corrupted you. This is part two of the unholy trinity files. I think Milo used to be, and I say this in the kindest way possible, a bit of a fuckboy. He was a good guy, he was really polite, but he wasn't interested in relationships but definitely into sex. And Milo Greer got AROUND. Lexi and I were like "how many people in canon can we have made him sleep with and can we put them in a groupchat called 'raise your hand if you've ever been personally victimized by milo greer' where they just trade stories about how buckwild he got before he grew out of it" and it's HILARIOUS. Somehow Vincent, Sam, and Alexis are in the gc and they HATE IT, Lasko and Gavin are in there, Hudson definitely is, and just a bunch of people. There's some HILARIOUS mock texts we made that I will share with you. “I didn’t know I could squirt until Milo Greer” "milo greer is all i can think about when people talk about men growling in erotic novels. i asked him for a demonstration for a book i was writing and somehow I ended up with my panties shredded, covered in bites, and dehydrated. my novel is doing really well now btw" "i cannot believe milo has fucked me and both of my siblings. good to know you're all here, say nothing about it ever" "when he said my size was not a problem he wasn't fucking playing. he deadlifted me because he thought it would make me feel better. this man had my ankles by my ears. no man has ever compared" "you know how guys like to say they can turn lesbians? if he got me, he could get others. lesbians are no longer safe"

+1

And last but certainly not least I have been a whore I am a whore I will continue to be a whore - If being a hot werewolf boy means you don't have a knot, I don't want it anymore untrue but my point stands. I love a/b/o, I love knots, I'm a monsterfucker, what can I say? I think all of the Shaw pack would really just be improved if being a wolf shifter meant you got a fat knot. I know can't be the only one, come on somebody.

[donnerpartyofone]

This photo of the neighborhood outdoor cat (an insane proposal in NYC but anyway) chilling outside the guitar shop is a placeholder image for something I would not photograph moments earlier.

Not like brag or anything but when I see somebody in need, I try to do something if I possibly can. This morning on my way to the pharmacy I saw a guy sleeping on the street and I picked up a bottle of water and some pretzels to drop off on my way back. I just noticed myself thinking smug things like "Condescending bible-thumpers don't even practice what they preach re: kindness and forgiveness, they're so full of shit" or whatever, and it was like, well do I help if I can? Maybe that's a better thing to think about. So anyway on my way to run another errand I spotted this guy who obviously needed help. And I just have to describe him in great detail to convey this to you because it would have been fucked up if I took a picture of him. He was so intense. I'm coming up on him, and I can smell him pretty immediately. He was seated on the low iron fence around a tree pit with his elbows on his knees and his head sunk between his shoulders, apparently asleep. He had very dark skin and hair and wore black rags from head to toe. He had a black duffle bag at each foot. He was holding something in his hands before him, something bright, and I wondered if it was a paper cup for change. But as I passed him I realized it was a big hunk of a shattered mirror, facing out. It totally blew my mind, I can't even explain it. I dropped off a bottle off water which was all I could do at the moment but I will remember the image of him for a long time.

[petsgrief]

cont. + @thursdaygrl

            rooney lets out a light gasp; eye-roll inducing performance when he feigns a pain in his chest as partial offense when compared to fraternity brothers he deemed utterly brain dead on a good day, as if he hasn’t been comparing her to her sisters the entire night – different conclusion to him, though. she wasn’t like them and that, he liked and knew upon inspections that only seemed to get closer and closer. “wounding me again. hurry up and get shitfaced, why won’t you – here, we’ll do it together.” a precursor to a rather large gulp and a sickly sweet smile with a gaze to match that can only be interpreted as swoony to an outsider; he’s making fun of her, between them two. “hey, she started it.” kind of, he winces slightly at her actually, jeez painful assault, his bony fingers uselessly knead at his side.  “I wouldn’t even know what that was had she not borderline started fingering my shirt for all to see. these bible thumpers, they’d surprise ya’.” defends himself as of it makes any difference or makes an excuse for his crude-everything to spite lyla. as for becky, truly out of sight, partially out of mind, when he’s mostly occupied with what’s being stirred within now – because why is he still pestering her, knowing what waits for him upstairs, or outside, or wherever becky said rooney could find her in a bit – he doesn’t even remember anymore. surely would if he strained himself to but he’d placed a brief pause in him giving a fuck because now, he’s trying to prove a point when he chases her towards the kitchen, his steps slowing when she enters the laundry room as if he’s aware that they’d be alone. but not in a way discouraging at all. quite the opposite when he finds himself leaning against the doorway, a single drink in hand, his head cocked to the side. “and what exactly is this, like how would you define it? – no, better yet, have you realized that we’ve been doing this,” rooney motions a circle in the tense air between them, red cup first. “all of fucking two semesters by now? like, has that crossed your mind at all ? – because it crosses mine. maybe more than it should because you’re simply, and utterly, fucking–unavoidable.” something shifts but he unsoundly ignores it, relying on his own deadpan delivery and eternal desire to worsen the crease in her brows yet something else gives it away; a smug grin that falters only slightly as if he’d uncovered a truth that would be delightful if it was anyone else at all, his quick breaths that he does his best to even out. “even when you don’t think so. especially when you don’t think so, actually, like fucking hell…” and he’s realizing again in his half-drunken spiel that draws him ever nearer to her and then some into her direct space that in these shitty parties, they’re practically the same person; scowl and all. this will always happen. “you exhaust me so much that I have to do this just to make sure that we’ll get out of each other’s faces. I have to do it because you’re the fucking coward who won’t — again,” he backs away and smugly lifts up his cup in the air before downing it to its last and much needed drop. “you’re fucking welcome.”

[cowboytuba]

��✨when u get this, put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, if you're comfortable, send this ask/tag 10 of your followers (positivity is cool) 🎶✨

Got tagged by both the cool artist @mostlikelydead and the cool streamer @leahplease, so instead of just going with just 5, I'll do 5 regular songs and 5 songs from other media that all live in my brain.

5 normal songs (Like the purpose is only be a song)

Had Enough by Breaking Benjamin - Ok I gotta admit that young Tuba liked to listen to edgy music and imagine situations. However, this has sentimental value as Phobia was the first CD I ever had which papa Tuba gave to me way back when.

Wenn sie tanzt by Wise Guys - Way back when, Tuba studied german back in school and on valentines we translated a song from them, "Willst Du Mit Mir Gehen" and I was taken by the energy. Years later, I eventually got the album and this became a favorite. There's also a radio edit with additional instruments but the acapella works better for me. God I should take up my german studies again.

War by OutKast - Another first for young Tuba. Phobia was the first cd given to me, but Speakerboxxx/The Love Below was the first album I purchased myself and an introduction to music as an ability to make a political statement, a new concept to young tuba whose biggest worry was thinking about school and mama Tuba worrying about me running into discrimination in a majority hispanic district. Needless to say, it only grew on me as I became more aware of the world and started venturing out further and student size grew and grew and I became a minority in the student pool.

Seasons by DragonForce - Ok this one is much more simple. I was getting into Rock and loved how the song sounded when I was younger and still love it now. Some sick solos.

The Devil Went Down to Georgia by Charlie Daniels Band - A toe taper that I can just belt out when driving anywhere to help pass the time and feel real good doing it. Though unfortunately still trapped by the common idea that country is only made by and for right wing leaners and bible thumpers which Charlie Daniels definitely leans. Guitar Hero III cover was cool too.

5 songs made for other media

Madness 4 by Cheshyre for Madness Combat 4- while listening to music I was probably too young to be listening too, I was also on the internet browsing sites like Newgrounds before I should've and happened across the Madness Combat series which was an interesting creative partnership between musician Cheshyre and animator Krinkles where both music and animation are created in tandem and beat for beat. One of the first produced this way after their partnership cemented and the beat lives in me. Still makes really good electronic music too.

Nightmare Fiction II By Daisuke Ishiwatari for Blazblue - While most now associate Daisuke with Guilty Gear since Strive really blew up in common knowledge, he also did a lot of work for Blazblue's soundtrack with themes I may like better than Guilty Gear's. Nightmare Fiction II follows an occurrence in Blazblue where older songs were remade to give a fresh take on years old tracks. Of course the old ones are still available, but for the most part, the II version is better with Nightmare Fiction standing especially. One can feel the hatred and animosity in the track, giving way to a tense, yet still hateful, clarity in the middle of the track. and the Solo.... Man we're never getting another Blazblue.

Living Failures by Nobuyoshi Suzuki for Bloodborne - Where do I begin? The emotions are high for the entire track and leads into one of the best second phase themes in From History. The choir, the French Horns, the immediate plunge into a fucking drive of strings, horns, and choir that only builds and builds ever higher. Legit brings tears to my eyes with how beautiful it is.

Heynong Man by Chris Christodoulou for Deadbolt - A familiar name to Risk of Rain soundtrack lovers as Deadbolt was the devs previous game before RoR. A chunky bass and saw of a lead drives the song forward on and on from one groovy bit to the next. Just nice listening on a walk as it gives a strong beat to walk with and the energy to just take it all in, music and whatever you're walking through.

Altars of Apostasy (incl. "Halls of Sacrilegious Remains") by Heaven Pierce Her for Ultrakill - Hakita, goddamn Hakita. He is a different beast entirely when it comes to game dev, design, and music. Inspired by Black Metal, this track maxes out at 7 fucking guitars playing at once at the densest section. It is a goddamn beast of track well deserving of being with the layer of Heresy. Even the reference to Glory, a different Ultrakill track, is thrown in as it helps give a lighter moment to an otherwise dark as hell track. and after a huge leadup, wind down, and lead up once more is the second section, Halls of Sacrilegious Remains, inspired by a beta tester using Castle Vein for a hype moment. This lead Hakita to holding off reusing Hideous Masses until the end of the level where the rematch with Gabriel is hyped up before a gauntlet is thrown at the player to a black metal rendition of Castle Vein. When I think of the highest hope I could ever have when making music, it's to eventually inspire the same feelings in someone that I feel listening to this track

Let's see, uhhh, @eunique, you got music you wanna gush about?

[marlowe1-blog]

The Book of Job, chapters 4-5

Eliphaz the Temanite is a stupid C-nt

Before fullying analyzing these two chapters where Eliphaz ventures to argue with his friend Job about Job's really dark viewpoint, the quote that really gets me is "See how happy is the man whom G-d reproves, Do not reject the discipline of the Almighty" which is something that you can sew into a pillow and give to Grandma and it sounds nice. (5: 17-18 if you really want to do that) but the fact that it comes from the Book of Job should tell you that it's a perilous venture to quote it out of context.

Actually quoting the Bible out of context is a bullshit exercise that people should fucking stop. But I guess I'm howling in the wind since they are calling Bible Thumpers, not Bible Readers.

This is actually a shitty thing to say to anyone. If someone is relatively happy and their life is going well, then you are basically saying that they aren't truly happy until their wife leaves them and they lose their job. But to say it to someone going throught trauma? Fuck you. It's the ancient equivalent of "G-d doesn't give you more than you can handle" or "Everything happens for a reason". It's a stupid fucking thing to say to anyone who is going through a rough patch.

It's fucking evil to say it to a guy whose children just died as he lost all of his money and his health is failing. So that's Eliphaz in a nutshell. Eliphaz is all full of cute little aphorisms and well meaning phrases that help no one but Eliphaz. He sure feels better about himself.

So let's review Eliphaz's rejoinder to Job anger over being born (and over the Leviahan not being let loose to prevent such a horrible moment in his life).

Chapter 4 (remember these are Christian standards but sometimes the Christians can make things easier) starts with Eliphaz claiming that he's reluctant to talk but then upbraids Job for being so helpful to other people in their suffering and now that Job is suffering he's inconsolable? This is rather dickish, but Eliphaz isn't your standard "well I guess all of your comforting words don't work" jerk. He's actually trying to get Job to summon all the strength that Job doesn't have and then goes "what innocent man has ever perished?" which seems perilously close to the Christian beliefs that we are all damned and wicked and awful. He then talks about lions being humbled and what comes around goes around.

So he's saying that Job is somehow guilty.

The rest of the chapter seems like the Christian doctrine where Eliphaz claims to have heard a word, a rumor, something on the wind that told him that no one really measurs up to G-d so of course everyone dies.

The fifth chapter is a ramping up of this belief. Vexation kills a fool. Eliphaz once saw a fool and cursed him. Also foolishness and mischief are man made. And why is Job so smug as to want to judge God who makes rains and saves the needy.

Which brings us back to the shitty quote where Eliphaz says that G-d is justly punishing him and that this is a good thing. Then Eliphaz promises that G-d will make certain that Job is protected. He will save you from the sword; he will protect you from famine and you'll be old and happy.

Just like G-d did with Job's sons. You stupid fuck.

Note that Eliphaz is hitting on the ultimate speech of G-d about how much G-d has to do and how little Job gets of it, but then Eliphaz goes and says that Job deserved and it and that it's cool because that's just punishment and now G-d will totally make things right for Job.

Fuck you Eliphaz.

[theysherobinbuckley]

snippet from "flies on the windscreen" my serial killer!Eddie fic that keeps me up at night

(mentions of violence but no graphic descriptions in this section)

The worst thing about interdimensional monsters tearing a gaping hole through Hawkins, Indiana wasn’t the nightmares that kept Eddie up at all hours of the night. It wasn’t the empty new mobile home the government had “gifted” him and Wayne, devoid of all of the things Eddie thought made a house a home. It wasn’t being literally hunted for sport by idiot Bible-thumpers who thought that just because he was trailer trash it meant he was a killer. It wasn’t even nearly fucking dying to save the same people who wanted him dead.

Well, maybe it was a little bit that last thing.

It was that Eddie, Steve, Nancy, Robin, Dustin, all the kids, all of them—they had all given so much (too fucking much) just to save a shitty town that couldn’t understand any of it, any of them. A town that still blamed Eddie for everything that happened. A town that still raised kids like Jason Carver and Billy Hargrove and let them fucking terrorize everyone else who lived in it. A town that still shoved all the undesirables to the side and held up its golden children (athletic, preppy, heterosexual, drugged out only on the weekends like good little boys and girls) like they were gods to be admired.

A town that would never know how close it had come to total annihilation, saved only because a handful of teenagers had deemed it worthy of saving, if only for the simple fact that they lived in it.

Vecna was dead. Chrissy was dead. Not Jason, not Tommy, not anyone who had spat on him and called him a queer, not anyone who had outright threatened Jeff and Lucas and fucking Erica for daring to be Black in Indiana. Chrissy fucking Cunningham.

All that, and nothing had fucking changed.

Except–

Except Eddie wasn’t a fucking coward anymore. When Jason and his idiot goons cornered him in the hallway or in the parking lot of the only place in Hawkins that deigned to hire him after graduation, he stood his ground, fists already clenched, itching for a fight he knew he would lose.

But then Steve had taught him how to throw a punch for real.

Once Eddie knew how to fight back, he couldn’t help himself. He fought with a ferocity he hadn’t known he’d possessed, driven not by the desire to stay alive but by the desire to make someone hurt. Someone had to pay for all the shit that went down that spring, and the government’s hush money just wasn’t cutting it.

Someone needed to bleed for it. And it sure as fuck wasn’t going to be Eddie. Not anymore.

He’d thought for the longest time that maybe, deep down, he really deserved everything he got. But then there was the Upside Down, and he knew he deserved better than that. So maybe he deserved better than Jason Carver, too.

When fall came and Jason and the rest of the graduating class hightailed it out of Hawkins (sans Eddie, who didn’t bother applying anywhere, and Robin, who took community college classes one town over), Eddie was almost… disappointed. It was nice not being hunted for sport, but the loss of a viable outlet for his anger had left Eddie reeling.

To his surprise, he’d come to rely on the feeling of Jason’s fists bruising his skin, of tumbling around on the ground pulling hair and scratching eyes until someone pulled one of them away, both of them bleeding and snarling like animals. He missed it.

Now he had all this fucking pent-up energy, all this electric rage coursing through his body, and it just kept on fucking building, pooling in his fists and in his feet and in his gut, and he had to get it out. He had to get it out or he was gonna fucking explode on somebody who really didn’t deserve it.

So he disappeared every now and then. Took some time for himself, drove up to Indy without telling anyone where he was going. He wandered around town looking to blow off some steam, maybe try to find some new drugs or drink himself into a stupor. Anything to get the lighting to stop crackling around his fingers.

Eddie wasn’t a coward anymore, but he definitely wasn’t brave. He was stupid and reckless and curious. So when he heard a commotion around the back alley of a club he’d been trying to get Corroded Coffin into, he froze. Decided to check it out.

The night was dark and still, streets illuminated by the full moon and flickering street lights. Most of the bars and clubs still teemed with sweaty, horny twenty-somethings desperate to forget themselves for a night. In another world, or maybe just on another night, it could have been Eddie and Steve dancing and drinking and kissing until the early hours of the morning, worried about nothing except the drive home.

Tonight, as Eddie crept silently around the corner, there came a sharp cry that almost moved Eddie to tears right then and there.

Some douchebag had pinned a girl to the wall, one knee between her legs and a hand fisted in her shirt. Eddie couldn’t see his other hand. The girl yelped again, sobbing, pleading.

Now, don’t get it twisted. Eddie would’ve stepped in anyway, even if he hadn’t been looking for a fight. There was no fucking way he’d just watch some guy feel up a girl who definitely wasn’t into it, especially not if she was screaming and crying so loud he could hear it from the street. Not on his fucking life.

It just so happened that tonight was a bad night.