#its been 20 minutes since ive learned about it

[rendoa-blog]

IM SUCH A GREAT AND COMPOSED AND ORGANIZED HUMAN BEING....

(context : that ao3 askblog fic? I uh... somehow missed an entire arc. And so I had to move... 3 chapters....... and I didn't notice it, Icarus did.... I FORMATTED IT AND EVERYTHING BUT... IT JUST... WASN'T THERE??? Because of this, I'm also gonna have to make the chapter summary for it and get all the chapter names and everything else correct and check it all to see if there wasn't any mistakes or anything and I'm...)

Me rn (no I don't know why it's like that but I laugh at it every time)

I'm adding more and more things to this post because I'm on the train and can't post it due to lack of data, how's your day going

[eggfeather]

On average how long does it take you to finish a warrior cat’s design/drawing, because you post them super fast?

probably about 20/30 minutes for these guys! though theres reason for that!

i purposefully cut out the part that takes the longest for me (lineart) bc i dont like doing and its just much easier for me to get burnt out when i do decide to use lineart on long term projects. ive also been doing lineless art like this for over 5 years, so ive learned to refine it! and just as a whole im excited about this!! since im so close to done i have been really motivated to work on this project, and when im artistically motivated i can just keep going lol

[eldritchmochi]

hey, what symptoms is masculinizing hrt supposed to treat for eds exactly if you don't mind? saw your ask about dwarfism that mentioned it. ive got heds and im kinda desperate for potential treatment options, wondering if this is smth i should look into?

SO: this is all anecdotal, it is not necessarily a great global treatment for many many reasons but if youre an afab edser and already considering hrt, things i and others have noticed T helping with are:

joint pain/subluxations: higher levels of t seem to help because thats the hormone that helps you build and maintain muscle, and muscle when u have shitty connective tissue helps protect and stabilize your joints, so they hurt less because they flop around less (this may also be why eds is more commonly seen in afab folks, as amab folks especially cis men have more muscle from the get go, so they often have less issues)

chronic pain in general: my theory is that, since i have fewer subluxations, im generally a smidge less globally inflamed, so generally a smidge less pain (very subjective tho, and also i started taking regular nsaids a few months into t, so ymmv)

less fatigue, particularly after physical activity: i have no theories on why for this one (and its also pretty subjective, especially cos fatigue can be related to so many things when youre multiply disabled, like many edsers are)

less cold/dizzy, presumably from better circulation: t can increase your blood volume iirc, as well as give you bigger veins and whathaveyou

easier blood draws: again, bigger veins, easier to hit with a needle. ymmv still based on hydration etc, and mine are still bouncy and tend to roll, but more often than not if i am well hydrated most phlebotomists can get me in one stick, compared to even experienced phlebotomists needing to dig around at best

and then a small handful of other benefits ive noticed relating to collagen, like i have fewer random scrapes and bruises, presumably because my skin is a little thicker now and thus a little more resistant to damage, plus my nails and hair are less likely to break (tho idk how much of that is related to eds as a whole and how much is just my family)

i am currently doing .2ml subq injections every 7-10 days and noticed substantially more positive effect when i was at a weekly .3ml subq dose, however i ran so hot that i turned into Shorts In Winter Guy, and i hated it especially since i circled around to being so sweaty i was sick from it, so i backed off a lot. during the 18ish months i was on a .3ml dose tho, i think i had <10 subluxations the entire span, compared to >10 on average in any given week for years prior. on .2ml im experiencing significantly more subluxations, but still <10 a month, and theyre less impactful (often its waking up with one ankle not quite in place, which settles after a few minutes of movement)

of note though, my experiences are as someone who was significantly impacted by heds starting at age 14-15, and im 33 now, whereas i have a friend on a much lower dose of t (not sure the amount, but theyre doing gel) with great effect still, as someone of comparable age but who was less impacted until relatively recently due to spending their youth and early 20s physically active in a variety of ways i did Not lmao

ive seen several other transmasc edsers discuss anecdotally the benefits theyve seen from being on T, and the geneticist i saw when i was finally dx'd earlier this year mentioned her familiarity with the same benefits learned thru patients, so its a thing some doctors ARE aware of, there just havent been many, if any, formal studies (because of course not (: ). if you were already kicking around hrt for The Genders, absolutely recommend going for it. if you have The Genders and maybe havent considered T before, i think its definitely worth researching and pondering. not sure i would really recommend it to someone who was cis, but there are ways to mitigate a number of masculine secondary sex characteristics spawned from T so i dont think its off the table for everyone, you would just need to find a very clever experienced doctor for it

also of note is i experienced benefits VERY quickly, within 6-8 weeks of a .25ml/week dose, and in that span most of the effects of t are not permanent or otherwise fairly negligible, so there isnt a ton of risk imo to test it to see if its worth it for you. just be aware that, because of the collagen thing and the way vocal cords work, your voice WILL drop and it will drop IMMEDIATELY (however, even if your voice drops a ton, you can still sound fully passibly feminine with a little practice and knowledge)

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

so like we're all aware of the uh absolute disaster of arrests related to the coronation, right? with the police arresting people for seemingly no reason at best?

anyone want to hear a first hand account of one of them? yeah?

well, let me introduce you to the group who were arrested in the middle of a seminar that was entirely unrelated to the coronation who were arrested by the metropolitan police with a rather surreal tangent about vegan breakfasts.

[Alt Text:]

‘It was utterly surreal’: police accused of farcical error after 14 arrested at seminar on day of coronation

Primary teacher and ex-civil servant were among those attending class. Here they recount what happened

Daniel Boffey Chief reporter, Sun 21 May 2023

“I felt that they knew by the time they had taken us to the station in the van that they had the wrong people,” said Lauren, 26, a medical writer in the pharmaceutical industry.

The post-coronation wash-up over the last fortnight has been marked by an array of surreal stories of bungled arrests, from the republican activists swept up by police for possession of luggage straps to the pro-monarchy Australian architect who had been simply seeking to enjoy a pleasant day out at Westminster Abbey.

It has been notable that in each of those cases, after intense media attention, the Metropolitan police has since admitted some regret and announced that no further action would be taken.

The group, almost entirely female or non-binary, aged between their mid-20s and late 60s and largely new to activism, let alone its more extreme manifestations, were arrested on suspicion of being a Just Stop Oil cell intent on disrupting the crowning of Charles III.

In reality, they had gathered in a small nondescript room in a rented work space in east London for a seven-hour seminar about the theory, history and practice of non-violent protest after expressing an interest in the social activist group Animal Rising, largely via its website.

They were put in minivans outside the building, with eight of the group taken to Brixton police station in south London and six to Stoke Newington in north London. Hillwood was sat in the vehicle for hour and a half before disembarking in Brixton. There was a further 90-minute wait outside the station before being checked in at the custody desk.

It was 4pm by the time Hillwood was led to her cell. She asked for her solicitor and was served a vegan “all day breakfast”. “It was literally beans,” Hillwood said. A solicitor advised her to offer no comment to the officers’ questions.

But when it came to his turn, Jenkins felt no such compunction. “I said my intention was to sit in an all day training course learn about non-violent protests, meet some new people and avoid the coronation.”

The group were let out late in the evening on bail pending further investigation. Those arrested have since tried to piece together what may have happened. They learned that Just Stop Oil had previously used the building for meetings, along with many other organisations.

The police had mentioned some placards lying around in part of the building, and some paint unconnected to the training. The truth, said Caitlin, was that it was a horrible bungle. Animal Rising is planning a civil case for wrongful arrest and imprisonment. “I want the police to drop it,” said Caitlin. “I want my phone and my watch back and I want this wiped from the police database.”

The Metropolitan police has declined to comment.

full article here

so little tl/dr: the metropolitan police essentially raided a 7 hour seminar that was unrelated to the coronation, and arrested 14 people on suspicion of being part of just stop oil and held them for over six hours because uh, well theyd rented the same room as just stop oil did one time and there was some signs i guess.

(side note on just stop oil; ive read a lot of conflicting information about them as activists and i honestly dont know if they are a real activist group or if its astroturfing. if anyone more educated on them wants to elaborate, please do.)

they were arrested “on suspicion of conspiracy to cause a public nuisance” because the police believed they intended to disrupt the coronation.

im not sure how they planned to do that since they were five miles away from it and in a seven-hour seminar, but who needs logistics or facts when you have a law that violates human rights.

theyre still being investigated now; the police still have caitlins phone; theyre out on fucking bail.

again, the police believe their part of just stop oil because they rented a room that anyone can rent and apparently they saw some signs and placards.

if you wrote "25 police officers mistakenly raid a seminar on non-violent protest as they believed them to be part of a conspiracy for renting a room" as satire, youd probably get the feedback or it being a little on the nose. but nope, this actually happened.

[oohbuggypie]

bulldon ramble? **sad violin music**

WHO SENT THIS . SHOW URSELF . BULLDON MENTION THE WORLD STARTED SPINNING I GOT DIZZY AND DOUBLED OVER IN STOMACH PAIN INDUCED BY PURE JOY . BullDon augghh yuughhhh ugh ough ouhh ... taking poison damage because i love them so much . where do i start .

have u seen my ridiculously long post about BullDon already ? bcuz if u haven't it's linked and i think u might love that 🩷 HOWEVER BullDon runs in my veins and i think i can contribute even more to this so ramble NOW!! adding a below cut because i wanna explain the story behind the central headcanon so it may get a leeeetle long + i know some people don't care for ship talk 🩷

okay one of my headcanons mentioned in a previous post is that Don absolutely loves vintage cars . he doesn't exactly care for working on/the restoration of vehicles bcuz he isn't a big fan of spending all that money he cant spare on the correct parts, as well as the hyperspecific research that goes into it .. but that man is head over heels for an old Chevy Bel Air Convertible, particularly one with a glossy red exterior and a cream interior. like that's his dream car above all else, and it's something he's wanted since he was 20

anooother headcanon of mine i believe ive mentioned is that Bull has MONEY! considering that he's a world circuit professional boxer, he gets around in a limousine in his comic strip, and is canonically a celebrity ,, why wouldn't he be at least a LITTLE rich ?? however, despite those riches, he doesn't seem to flaunt it , let alone be the type to rub it in others' faces

so between these two headcanons and incorporating my own culture into my fav things .... i think that throughout their "relationship" (lts unlabeled, they just kiss on each other and r quietly in love), as they got closer and got to know each other more, Bull observed the fact that Don would become ecstatic over any old cars that passed them he on the streets . when Don would see them, he'd make remarks about their beauty and how admirous he was of anybody who owned such treasures. Bull had always cared and been fascinated by Don's love for the cars, but he had never taken into account that he may have a desired one of his own. so one day, amidst Don's ramblings, Bull asked him what HIS favorite kind of vintage car was and why. he knew Don would be happy to share, and Bull was genuinely just interested and wanted to know more- but not only did he simply want to know of his interests and passions - he def had a lil smthn in mind ..

upon learning of the Bel Air Convertible, Bull began spending copious amounts of any spare time he got researching this car; all of its parts, all the models and the years they were released, the special features and their availability in the current times .. any and everything anybody knew about that car, he made sure he knew more. he was determined to buy this car for Don as means to express his love and care for not only him, but his hobbies and happiness .

seeing that Bull spent a majority of his time in New York due to his regarded position in the World Circuit and Don's lesser (but still significant) position in the Major Circuit, having time to freely search around uninterrupted, let alone secretively, was next to impossible . it stressed him out for sure .. until about two months after he learned about Don's dream car; Don informed the WVBA and Bull personally that he would be returning home to Madrid for a month's time to reconcile with his family after being separated for the sake of his career for such large bouts of time. it broke Bull's heart to be separated from someone he loved for such a long period, but at the same time this was his desperately needed opportunity to begin searching for anybody in possession of the car, and figure out how long it would take him to both get work done on it and have it be functional

GETTING TO THE MAIN POINT IM SPEEDING THIS SHIT UP CUZ IM SOO TIRED + HAVE TO BE OUT OF HERE IN LESS THAN 20 MINUTES + I DONT WANNA BORE U 😭

as afore mentioned, the cost of this car (absolute minimum now is about 36k , so i believe 25k? in 2009) wasn't a deathly problem for Bull; he took every step he had to no matter the cost to get the Bel Air properly repaired. when it came time for the paint job, he had to consider just what KIND of red Don really wanted and how it may make or break not only the beauty, but the sentiment of this car. it was the most nerve-racking factor of the entire process; but after some thought he settled for a Cola red. and sure enough, when the time came that Don returned to New York, there aren't words true enough to describe how hard Don cried and how joyous he was for such thought in his name. He couldn't hug or kiss Bull enough, but he could do ONEE thing that would solidify their love

Don taught Bull about cruising and the "culture" of lowriders !!!!!! this is exactly the reason he wanted this car; to cruise with somebody he loves down any and every street they could, in daylight and at night. he made playlists of music he inserted into a drive so that he could have his favorite music play on the radio while they drove about. he taught Bull all about the love that goes into these cars, the love that goes into cruising, and even the love they'd receive from people on the streets when they saw them. Don got to drive the car first, no doubt about that; but his intention never was to hog it! he wanted Bull to learn how to cruise and when the best times were, and eventually he perfected the position in which he drove so that it was no longer just "driving" to him; it was about the love, the smoothness, and the memories it would make

they adore the day drives in summertime an indescribable amount, but their favorite cruises are the ones at night through the downtown roads. that's when the lack of seat belts in old vehicles let Don slide close to Bull and lean on his shoulder, and when they pulled into and parked wherever they resided for the night he could put his hand to Bull's chest and kiss his cheek 🩷

OMG I AM SO LATE TO THIS ONE ANON I AM SO SORRY ! I SAW IT THE SECOND ÌT GOT SUBMITTED BUT IVE BEEN BUSY AS HELL !! BUT FINALLY HEREEE i hope this wasn't too long or too short or tewww boring BUT ITS ONE OF MY DEAREST BULLDON HEADCANONS 🩷 I HOPE U LOVE IT AND THANK U SO MUCH FOR THE ASK 🥹

[elephant-in-the-pride-parade]

20, 21, 14 for the writer asks. Thank you!

Thank you!

List of Questions here.

14 What two fandoms would you write a crossover for?

The two that make the most sense to me are Sailor Moon and Star Trek - mainly because Star Trek already has elements of magical / super human beings integrated into its scifi canon. So its possible to throw a few super powered planetary avatars in there without yah know totally breaking canon. And they also exist in Earth/Space that is the same as what we know and their universe rules dont contradict eachother terribly much.

I started one for a lovely friend years ago and then i failed to do anything with it because my other crossover was is still outstanding and i worried id get confused about which universe rules i had bent where. (crossovers are hard!!!)

20 What was the last thing you researched for a story?

The Salem Witch Trials cuz its been a minute since 8th grade history class. I got side tracked somewhere around learning that if you tried to avoid pleading anything in your court case you got pressed under boulders (the puritans were weird as fuck)

21 What do you do when you get writer's block?

It depends what's causing it for me.

Usually if I get writer's blocked its either because i have tumbled head first into a story without knowing the ending yet, and thus i get stuck. Or ive gotten a decent way into a fic and then life gets in the way and pulls me out of it - too much to do, too little time - and if im nesr the end of s story or right at the beginning when that happens thats fine. i can usually pick things back up. but if i was in the middle it can be really hard to re-establish whatever mental story space i had created.

Its had to explain... its like you inhabit this particular room i guess. where the character emotions were all crystal clear and the plot points were all pinned neatly on the walls. when im deep into a story i kind of inhabit it full body - i hold  the emotions and sensations front and center and marinate in them while the right words come. i can visualize the time the story inhabits really clearly. where it speeds up. where it slows down. where it stands still... and if i have to pull myself out of that for too long it can feel off when i try to pick it back up. somethings missing. the time is muddled. the emotions arent as crystalized. Kinda like if you left your house for a month and it doesnt feel quite the same when you get back.

Frustratingly the only writers block strwtegy ive found that works is giving it time and allowing myself to do other creative or inspiring things in the interim. because if im too stressed about being blocked then i never get that story back.

[tokencisgirl]

that post thats like 'things in your life will get as bad as possible before they get better' literally not true for m-- welllll in 2022 i was so anxious about shit i literlaly couldnt swallow my own spit and then proceeded to reconnect with my platonic other half but here im referring to recent stuff -- e bc while Yes while recovering from my mental illness shit has made me aware of Every single time i do a bad habit/etc, it's been...pretty fine?

like, every time there IS a bad thing in my life, big or small, it's still -- this has jackshit to do with recovery idc Read my words boy -- theres still other good stuff. a whole lot of adulthood for me has been finding out that it's good and bad, neutral, that people will help if you're visibly struggling to hold smth heavy (literal) and ask if you're okay if you look like youve been crying/zoning out/etc, buttt also they might have this or that pet peeve or be inconsistent or what have you. making a phone call asking when your appointment is bc you forgot and feel stupid abt it but it turns out fine because It's That person's job and they'll probably forget minutes after you hang up etc. it's good and bad. it's pretty okay

sorry lol every single time i face any stage in my life ever as an adult it always turns out fucking fine or good or So much better than it used to be or pleasantly surprising or relieving or not so difficult after all or Hard but literally every single person around me has done it before and is super willing to help me with and tell me how to do it and that its not that big a deal etc etc etc And it makes me SUPER resentful of the adults that were around me when i was a teen that would ONLY say 'oh being a kid rocks being an adult is torture just kys before you get Old (20. they were talking about being in their 20s) lmao i wish id died rather than become an adult'

cause like i'm sorry i know a lot of life circumstances are not super controllable atp and i do wonder how much of my life being pretty okay is due to me Having Money, but everything my life has been even at the worst parts since i moved out makes me think holy fuck were these sad sacks of shit TRYING to have a shit life??? probably because they were relying on a 16 year old making Nice Posts to feel better about themselves and treating her (me!) like an angel reincarnated for it. but life gets better and better and better the older i get, the more i learn, the more people i see, the more things ive experienced, the more awful shit ive been through/done and that i learn from, the more people i hate and the more i love the people that i love, like... how the fuck does your life manage to be WORSE than when you were a TEENAGER? or is it that you never mentally/emotionally grew from whatever dogshit from your Teenage Torture Cycle and then got bills to pay on top of it :msnblush:??? /sorry this is snarky. i hate these people for making me dread a future that outshines the life i lived then in pretty much every single fucking way and every time i'm like I Want to go forward, actually, i'm excited to and anticipating what's next in my early adulthood steps of life, it's just.. man. way to be a role model in my life at the time

point is adulthood rocks getting older rocks my life has bad facets yeah but it's worth it and continuing to move and grow and do stuff and Make Phone Calls and Deliberate over how to spend my money helps me build a better life and future and not the opposite. the people around me were wrong, this rocks actually. i like to expect bad stuff Just in case but it's largely been fucking fine and where it hasnt ive bounced back pretty quick. Life is not that bad. it's worth it. i have things to look forward to. i anticipate a better and better life the more i learn and the more i step into recovery things that are so new to me now, they'll become second nature later and then i'll spend my energy healing other things that tear at me and the more this happens the less i have to suffer about and Life Good. mmmhaha

[hrt-2hrt]

another rant haha

its been a long time since my last post and honestly im feeling so back to square one.. i think im just sick and tired of my body and everything around me. today's my birthday. i wore a dress and in the mirror i felt so gorgeous.. but not to the point where i actually loved myself. for the past 6 months ive constantly felt so lost and upset over everything. i wish to find myself. i turned 17 today and i was asked what my goal is as a 17 year old. i was silent. i knew what to say but i couldnt get the words out.

the truth is that im lost and i want to find myself. i want to love my body, my face, my personality, my skills, my hobbies. i was so ungrateful for who i used to be before i turned 16. i seriously felt like being a 16 year old is just the most confusing and easiest thing to get yourself lost in. i never participate in my hobbies anymore, i eat without listening to my body, i dont enjoy working out, and whenever i get the chance i find myself rotting in bed mindlessly scrolling. a lot of my birthday was spent with fake laughs because even though the situation was funny, i couldnt find the real happiness in it. the birthday blues are really hitting me right now.

to be honest i have no idea why im writing this, but i am. it needs to be out of my system.

im so sick of always having this lonely feeling inside of me. nothing is the same. i wish to be loved by someone else but im not willing to love myself first and its so fucked up. in 20 minutes my birthday is over and life goes back to normal. except this time im not letting it go back to the normal it has been for the last 6 fucking months. i want to learn, to love, to care, to try. i want to be myself again

i hope that after another 6 months ill be out of this mess. i hope ill be playing guitar in my room like i used to. i hope ill be sketching in my bed like i used to. i hope that when i study my trades ill actually my passionate about it like i used to. i hope that ill love my body. i hope that ill find love in myself. i hope that i find love in others. i hope i can be disciplined. i hope my life is filled with happiness and positivity.

17 sounds like a big number. i hope i can be bigger and do what i desire. i am strong i am powerful i am caring i am kind.

maybe theres someone else out there who feels the same way as me. about love and about losing yourself. i also wish that someone would compliment me on the street. i wish someone came and asked for my number. i wish i found out someone loved me. i wish that after one year, i will not find myself in the position again.

fuck 16. lets fucking go 17.

ps to my 16 year old self, u were once loved too.

[leafonground]

buneary and grubbin. i get to go bunny mode 24/7 and my new bestie is an electricity bug. i see this as an absolute win

in the postgame when i get to evolve them vikavolt will finally be able to not care about his abysmal speed stat im so proud of him. also i get to mega evolve i guess so thats cool

when i finally learn ive been betrayed by the ominous ghost and/or dark type (1/4 chance of it being a cute psychic type instead. lets go with a hattenna) who is respected by the townspeople i simply yeet grubbin at them antennae first to "give em the ole business". grubbin has asked me to stop doing this on hunts for outlaws several times now but this time he gets it

i spun the wheel again to roll who my sorta guardian angel friend is (think gardevoir, grovyle, hydreigon) and i first rolled elgyem. "no beheeyems are already characters." then scraggy. "thats ALSO already a character."

then i rolled tandemaus. and i think that them being like gardevoir and only i can hear them except theyre like the angel and devil on my shoulder (who also sent me to the pokemon world) is very good. except instead of good and evil its "save the world!" and "become as strong as possible first". like

tandemaus a: "autumn you need to save the baby skwovet who got lost in the forest!"

me: (yeah that sounds like a plan)

tandemaus b: "no. idiot. go to the main menu and put in wonder mail codes to give yourself the best items first. itll take 20 minutes but itll be worth it"

me: (oh shit true. lemme do that)

20 mins later

grubbin: "autumn why did you space out for 20 minutes there"

me, holding mysterious pieces of mail that appeared from nowhere: "grubbin check this shit out if we go to Welcoming Crag 5 times we can get a bunch of cool stuff thatll help us save the pokemon"

tandemaus a: "what"

grubbin: "what"

baby skwovet at the end of a dungeon called Fiery Forest "im scared. also i just got an inexplicable wave of dread. wheres my mom"

when im in the final boss dungeon that belongs to... flips a coin a legendary pokemon instead of a Mystery Creature. we'll go with uhhh. necrozma. the tandemaus that only i can hear become corporeal at the dungeon midpoint, and grubbin (understandably traumatized by The Hattenna Incident) is like "servants of necrozma! autumn we have to defeat them!" and im like "woah okay grubbin. these guys are cool. yknow how i space out sometimes?" "yeah?" "yeah these guys have been haunting my brain ever since i got turned into a pokemon. theyre chill though dont worry" and tandemaus a is "grubbin i never thought id get to talk to you thank you for helping autumn all this way" and grubbin is like "aw shucks its what friends do" and me and tandemaus b are looking at eachother nervously since im gonna disappear into a tuft of light after this

you're going about your normal day when, suddenly, surprise! you've been pokémon mystery dungeon'd!

unfortunately, due to budget cuts, the pokémon assigning quiz has been canceled. instead, you must spin THE WHEEL, assigning you a random, unevolved, non-legendary and non-mythical pokémon. you must now go on some sort of world-saving adventure as this pokémon. good luck!

tell me in the tags what you rolled, and how you feel about it - for bonus points, you can spin the wheel again for (or just take your pick of) a pokémon to be your partner.

bonus rules:

you're not shiny unless the wheel tells you you're shiny

take your pick of regional forms and evolutions (for example, if you roll vulpix, it's up to you whether that means normal or alolan vulpix)

apply whatever logic you like with regards to gender

have fun and be yourself!

[blkkizzat]

Indian reader is back here again AHSJDH I SWEAR THIS IS THE LAST ONE 🙏🙏🙏 honestly reading your post made me hungry send help

I am SO glad you enjoyed your trip here, I love it when people learn about each other's cultures it literally makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside!!! I love how detailed your posts about the trip were and I really appreciate you sharing it with us <33

You knowing your tourist guide's whole story with the pharmacist to history lover is so real 😭 some people be having the wildest career paths especially the ones who've been at it for a long time and you somehow get to know their whole story in the span of 20 minutes

Personally I think summer in the US feels worse bc ceiling fans and all around ventilation isn't very common there from what I've seen and heard, while winters in India are worse for the most part since electrical heating and room temperature control isn't common here outside of the cities (inbuilt room temp control isn't a concept here at all currently, I've only ever seen it in hotels)

This was probably the best time for you to visit india cause peak summer temperatures haven't even started yet and you were already dying from the heat (me too dw)

And trust when I say you're not the only one struggling to cross the streets not all of us are built for this do or die type of shit 💔💔💔 (though I'll have to build up that confidence since you know. I live here. Don't exactly have a choice 🤡)

PS I'm going to be craving a restaurant thaali for the rest of the day bc of the pics

Omfg no please write me anytime!! <33

Awe thank you! I def love sharing my experiences! I love traveling and will def have to come back. I'm glad you enjoyed reading it cause i tend to ramble on about stuff! Yes! Another tour guide we had in Jaipur used to be a laywer. He was so knowledgeable too, he was with us all day and took us a few different places. It was fun learning about them. One thing I definitely took back from that and was inspired by was seeing people leaving "socially prominent" or high status jobs for something they loved. Seeing as I went as apart of my MBA program it was an unexpected but great reality check that sure we are all in this program to progress our careers but we really need to keep self-fulfillment and happiness in mind. Whats money or status if you are miserable? Like they had us eating out of the palm of their hand with how much passion they had for what they did and it really inspired me to find that in my own life!

Omfg yeah, it really depends on where you are. The sun feels a bit more intense in India because we were closer to the equator than in the US but the heat in India I experienced at 100 degrees F was a walk in the park compared to the time I stupidly went to las vegas in August and it was nearly 120 degrees F. Also where I live summers have been getting hotter and hotter so people arent equipped for heat waves. I've always had AC cause I have really furry dogs who need to stay cool though so thankfully ive been prepared. Also winters can be an issue here too, Texas been getting ice storms and blizzards in the past few years and as a hot area are completely unequipped. Even in places that are used to cold like NYC, when I lived there I moved into a new building paid a stupid high rent to live in a box that had central AC but was poorly insulated so I had to buy like the shiny foil insulating sheets to put over my window in the winter or I felt like the wind was passing right through.

Haha thankfully I was always in busy areas cause me and my friends when we werent with our guide would always just wait until we saw someone else who was clearly Indian cross the street and cross with them lmfao. We probably looked so stupid standing and waiting there lmfao but we never waited more than 5 mins thankfully LOL. Its funny cause looking back I've had friends here in the US scared to "jaywalk" with like one car coming thats practically crawling down the block and in India you have people boldly stopping speeding cars to cross LOL. I just imagine how funny we must look scared to cross with one car wayyyyyyy down the block coming, even I'm laughing at us.

I hope you get some resturant thaali soon! I'm definitely going to be craving it soon too. I know the next time I eat Indian food it ain't going to hit the same AT ALL lmfao.

[ohleander]

11.9.23

Its been another hot minute since I've wanted to write. As soon as autumn hit, I was absolutely lost in it and overall its been pretty wonderful. I'm very much learning how to be comfortable with myself, as myself and also at my own pace. I'm living my highest timeline with harm to no one and I will continue to do so!

A lot of things have happened since I last tuned in here and honestly, I haven't wanted to browse social media at all. Its one thing I would love to learn to do consistently but I'm not a consistent person when it comes to posting online anywhere. I always end up getting bored or tired of it, the need to post, the pressure to be consistent with it all. Lately I've learned very much that writing in any form at all is consistency in itself. I write in several notebooks and I'm learning that ok. There's a way I've always wanted to be, a person who can sit down and go through one sketchbook at a time, one notebook at a time and everything goes into it, but no I'm not like that at all. I have to have about 15 different ways to get out what I'm thinking and feeling. I have this great need to express things very specifically and the whole way of going about it is different each day. Some days I really want to collage, some days I want to paint, some days I like to clean and organize, some days I like to watch movies and TV and some days I enjoy tending to my garden and some days, too, one or all of those things is the last thing I'd like to do for that day, and so I sit and I lay and I bask and that's all okay too. I realize how much pain there is in the world and how wonderful I have it. I am so grateful for the life that I happen to have and I never wish to take it for granted. I think one day I will know how I will be able to be of more help in this world but for now I'm doing what I can while also deeeeply diving into learning how to care for myself. There's nothing wrong with me pouring a lot of energy into myself. I often feel a deep sense of guilt along with it, though. Not sure if its out of habit or if its my intuition nudging me into putting so much energy into myself. I have this worry that I should still be focusing on others more than myself and am learning balance along with that. Its been hard to connect with others for a while now, but maybe I'm just connecting with folks in a different way than I'm used to recognizing. I have a nice even relationship with most everyone I know and none of my relationships are currently leaning too much one way or the other. Things feel very balanced for the most part and I'm very grateful for that. I've managed to take opportunities that land me here in the position that I am in. I'm still balancing leaning how to manage and how to lead. If there's one thing that's off scale lately, it might be that. I've been leaning very hard towards manager, Ive been tired lately, and I'd rather be leaning more towards leader, showing folks how to go about the daily work life by example.

My brain suddenly paused there but I do still feel like writing. As far as the phase I'm currently in, definitely feeling the autumn hibernation settling in. I am but a mere mammal, seeking cozy comfort in the dim hours of the day. We changed the clocks back this past weekend and as always its been an adjustment. I think I'll be ok getting used to it. I'm more interested in keeping my 4 day schedule than I am worried about a 20 minute drive home in the dark each night. Its not a bad trade off at all. I intend to keep things this way as best as I can. I have no intention of changing this schedule soon and as always I end up wishing I used my time-off more wisely. Its hard to get into the groove of doing things sometimes. I end up overwhelmed with the things I "could" be doing and yet I often end up paralyzed and inactive, its very strange. Often I still end up getting stuff done, its just not as much stuff as I wanted to get done. For some reason, my expectations of myself are always very high and I often don't realize it! It all seems very normal to me. Though I'm not often clear to myself, either. Sometimes I just like to ramble on about in the conversation. I'll sound like a little old man from the 1800's sitting in a parlor, talking about his old days and how the world is so different now. I guess that is me, though and the world I live in. I really don't mind it at all. I've learned to be more focused on what is and what REALLY truly is than what isn't or what I thought it Should be or things like that. Its a big relief to sit back and not have some kind of expectation or blue print for how things should be going on around me. I accept what is for what it is at the time. I've accepted that humans are weird and wild and unpredictable and I'm lucky enough not have not encountered too much strife. I've got it good and well, and I'll be doing what I can to maintain me and my loved ones. I thought to myself the other day, I've been in "i need" mode for so long I've forgotten, or never learned, what it was like "to have" and then next "to maintain" I've always been in the NEED portion of that energy.. now that I realize I have it, I CAN have it, I deserve it and such, I can learn to maintain the things I do have... humbly. I don't take the life that I have lightly. I'm grateful and I hope I'm able to live in and show respect for it all.

LA <3

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

thoughts in the am : do I agree?

woke up , spoke my affirmations and prepared to start my morning.

ive been noticing how I buy my medication 'last minute' it almost seems like I dont need it anymore. its 60 dollar medication and I would avoid buying it for a time because 60 dollars for something I feel like I dont even need? especially since I like things to go away naturally.....

this time I waited 20 days. and still was dealing with the issue. and now I got it and im not sure if imma need it, but ill see.

also looking for a job, I like when my soul speaks to me and tells me where to go. I was going to turn down my regular street I go to to go home but something told me to keep going straight. I didnt know why and at some point I didnt care to acknowledge it like that but went for it anyway. cause sometimes I take that way going home.

it was a small degree of traffic, cops coming from all over. something clearly happened going this way but as I kept going straight I didnt see anything. anyways, on my way down, closer to my destination there is store thats hiring and I hear "go here". so my soul speaks again. this going to be worth my time? and I had to look into that cause my soul has been gearing me to the right direction. sometimes its scary though, going places and you have no idea where your going and why. but its just to show me things. I started to realize that the mysticism ive been chasing for has been in me all this time

has been showing me some things I may need on my journey.

do I agree with the way she , my soul tells me?

do I even like where its all going?

maybe. it keeps me grounded as well as interested.

do I agree about the job?

well idk..... because im usually really picky where I work.

however if my soul is telling me about it then I'll go to see what happens. she listens after all.

I listen. im still learning to hear myself after all.

[myownprivatcidaho]

one advantage of nobody on here knowing me is i can ask yall to wish me luck in qualifying for a lifeguard certification course while knowing ill feel minimal shame if/when i dont pass ghe precourse

[havin-a-wee]

If Only She Knew

pairing: dad!harry x cheerleader!reader

word count: 4.2k

warnings: smut (fingering + unprotected sex), cheerleading position implies readers weight, 20 year age gap

hi! ive been having some really bad writers block but i wrote this and even though its def not my best work i like it enough to post it :) also, i totally didn't mean to imply the readers weight, i only realized afterwards, so im really sorry about that. also the age gap is kinda big, so if ur uncomfy with that you shouldn't read this <3

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“Geez watch where you’re going!”

You don’t even look up at the girl, recognizing her nasally voice easily from how annoying it is. You were nose deep in a book while walking down the school hallway, and of course your worst enemy had to be walking down the same hallway, at the same time, in the opposite direction. You are both at fault for the collision, considering Ella had her eyes locked on her instagram feed. But knowing the girl, there is no way in hell that she will take any responsibility, even though you are the one who has coffee dripping down the front of your white blouse.

Since middle school, Ella Styles has always hated you. You have never known why, but she seems to have a vendetta against you, and tries her best to make your life miserable. You never let her, always refraining from giving her the explosive reaction that she was looking for. And that makes her hate you even more.

High school is over in 2 months, and although you are going to miss the freedom of being a child, you most definitely won’t miss the people from the tiny town you’ve lived in since you were young. You’ve always been the type of person to have a small friend group, only 4 people in your circle. But that’s how you like it, because crippling social anxiety makes it difficult for you to meet new people.

“I- sorry.” You still don’t look at her, instead peeling the soaking wet top off of your stomach.

“You better be sorry.” She flips her blonde hair, ensuring that the fluffy locks hit you right in the face. You are lucky this time seeing as she didn’t take it further, because sometimes she would purposely embarrass you after small incidents such as this one.

Tears well at your waterline and you run into the nearest bathroom, pushing open the blue door and locking yourself in a stall.

After all these years of torment, Ella rarely was able to get to you. But sometimes, she does something that pushes you off the edge, leaving you with red, tear-stained cheeks. The final straw this time was her ruining your brand new shirt, the one you were anxiously waiting to debut at school.

But now there was coffee dripping down your chest and staining the bright white fabric. Your only saving grace is the cheerleading uniform in your backpack. In fact, you were walking to the locker room to change for practice, and then for the game at 6 tonight.

You had been excited for the game, knowing that Friday night games always led to parties and fun afterwards. You rarely go to parties of course, but the buzzing energy never fails to rub off on you. But now that stupid Ella had to go and mess up your day, you’re dreading seeing her smug face while she asserts her dominance as cheer captain.

You untie your top and rip it off in a haste, frustrated tears running down your face periodically. You could’ve put a jacket on and gone to the locker room, but Ella would be going there soon, and the last thing you want to do is run into her with teary eyes. She can’t know that you let her get to you.

You brush your hands down your uniform, pulling down the skimpy costume and stuffing your old clothes in your backpack. Once out of the stall, you pull your hair up into a high ponytail, reapply your lip gloss and walk back into the hallway, having already done your makeup that morning. You’re happy that it’s a home game today, because the home game uniforms are two pieces and the skirts are smaller than the ones on the away game uniforms. There is a certain someone you are looking to impress, and the way your tits spill out from the top of the outfit will most certainly help you in your mission.

It’s not like you need to impress him, because he’s shown time and time again that he finds you sexy no matter what you wear. And when he doesn’t tell you, he shows you, by pressing his hard on up against your ass after you just woke up, despite your messy hair and bare face.

However, he also loves when you tease him. And that’s exactly what you’re planning to do.

You sling your heavy backpack over one shoulder and trudge down the hallway, the old fluorescent lights practically blinding you on your journey. The locker room is dingy, smelling of cheap soap and Victoria’s Secret perfume. At least it doesn’t smell like the boys locker room, which smells like sweat and more sweat.

It's already bustling with people, your teammates scrambling to get ready in time as to not get yelled at by the coach.

“Y/N!” The familiar shout of your best friend Rose is like a breath of fresh air, and you bound over to her. She’s standing in front of your lockers, the two of you obviously picking ones next to each other. “Wait, why are you already changed?”

“The bitch spilled her coffee all over me,” you grumbled, your eyes shifting over to where Ella and her little goons are giggling.

“I keep telling you, anytime you want me to beat her up I will gladly do it.”

“Not that I doubt your abilities Rose, because I know you would have her on the ground in a heartbeat, but I can’t let you do that. She can’t know that she upsets me.” You lower your voice for the second sentence, irrationally fearing that she can hear you over the loud chatter echoing through the room.

“I still think you should let me beat her up, but you do you I guess.” Rose shrugged her shoulders and turned back to her locker, bursting out into laughter with you after a beat of silence.

The rest of the getting ready process goes smoothly, Rose distracting you from the girl side-eyeing you in the corner. Soon enough, the whole squad was in formation outside, and you have your hands on the shoulders of Rose and another girl named Bethany. You are a flyer, meaning that you’re the one who the bases support while you pose and flip in the air. Its a hard job, but you are one of only three girls on the team who is advanced enough at flying to be safe doing it in routines. One of the other three girls is Ella.

Ella is the flyer for the middle group, seeing as she is the captain. You are on the right and the other group is on the left. Luckily, Rose is a base in your group, so you feel a lot better putting your safety in the hands of someone you already trust with your life.

“ELLA! YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG!” Coach Habbiths voice is piercing, her angry shrieks bouncing off your ear drums. Ella audibly huffs, displaying her frustration with the critiques she has been receiving since we learned the routine weeks ago. That’s one of the biggest problems with Ella, she believes that she's always right.

Every single practice she has done a needle instead of a scale at the end of the routine. It's aggravating for everyone, and that frustration is amplified everytime she makes the same mistake over and over. “Alright, everyone down. group 1 and group 3 take five, Ella and group 2 stay on the field.

The team obliged to her instructions, and you are brought down from the air.

“Okay Ella, I want you to watch how Y/N does the last move, because she’s actually doing it correctly.” Coach is standing in front of you now, and she emphasized the word ‘correctly’. This is much to Ella’s dismay, and much to your excitement.

Nothing brings you more joy than seeing Ella’s face when you one up her, and this time is no exception.

Aside from a few eye rolls and nasty looks, Ella corrects the move without much fuss. By now there's 15 minutes until the game, and the players have been warming up on the field for about half an hour.

“Did you see her face!” Rose tugs on your arm while you walk back to the locker room, water bottles in hand.

“I know! I should’ve taken a picture!”

“We can only hope that it knocked her ego down a peg.”

“I doubt it” Rose nodded in agreement and you continued your chatter, talking about the random things that best friends talk about.

“It’s go time ladies!” You jumped in surprise when Coach Habbiths yelling booms through the locker room, the hefty amount of metal in the room enhancing the echo.

In a blur, your entire team rushed out onto the field, the crisp air cooling your warmed skin. There was a huge crowd. probably the biggest the teams ever had. But that makes sense, because this game was against your school's biggest rival. Luckily, despite the huge crowd you were able to lock eyes with those piercing green irises you have gotten to know so well over the past couple months. Everytime you see him he gets more and more attractive, and this time is no exception.

At this point, the teams routine is muscle memory and you’re done with it before you can blink. Most people would think that being thrown in the air is memorable, but your main concern is the growing wet patch on your panties that spreads each time you squeeze your thighs together. Just the thought of the man is enough to turn you on, and now that you’re sitting on the cold metal bench your imagination has time to go wild.

The only thing that snapped you out of your daze was the eruption of appaulause from the audience, and the realization that the other cheerleaders were standing up and running towards the players. You breath out a sigh of relief, recognizing the cheering as a signal that the game has ended.

“Hey, you coming?” Rose tugs on your arm, looking down at you still on the bench.

“Um, actually I don’t feel so well, I think I’m going to go home.”

“I should’ve known. You know, one day you’re going to have to go to a party.” Rose places her hands on her hips, giving you a sarcastically annoyed stare.

“And today is not that day.” You grab your backpack and sling it over your shoulder, turning back to Rose for a second. “Have fun and be safe.”

“I always do.” Rose places a chaste kiss on your cheek before turning back to the gathering crowd on the turf.

Instead of heading to the sidewalk and walking home, you duck under the bleachers and walk down the gravel path, pushing open the fence that separates the field and the school. The contents of your backpack slosh around while you sway your hips as you walk. Finally, you make it to the back wall of the school, leaning your back against it and plopping your heavy backpack down by your feet.

And now you wait.

Much to your convenience, the wait this time isn’t long, only five minutes passing before you see the familiar man following the same path you did earlier.

He has a pair of brown slacks on, pressing against his waist courtesy of his black belt. A button up white shirt hides the tattoos on his stomach, but he's rolling up his sleeves as he walks over to you. He's walking with intention, hungry eyes zeroed in on you.

When he’s only steps away, you cheekily bite your lip and use your finger to push up your skirt a little bit more.

Your actions have the intended effect, his eyes blowing wide and hands grasping at your waist.

“Y’can’t do that.”

Before you have a chance to ask what he means, his lips collide with yours, his tongue slipping in only moments after the initial kiss. But as soon as he started, he pulls away.

“Y’can’t be teasing me on the field like tha’, had me hard next t’my friends.” His hand is on the wall above your head, and his other arm is wrapped around your waist pulling you into his chest. He’s panting, and you are too.

“Sorry Mr. Styles,” you push your bottom lip out in a pout, giving him the most innocent look possible. “Just wanted to wear it cause I know how much you like it.”

“Aw, my babygirl wore this f’me? Well I guess y’can be forgiven. Now let’s get t’my house before I fuck yeh right on this wall.” He places a soft kiss to your lips picking up your backpack from the floor and turning to the direction of his car.

“But it hurts!” He turns around again, giving you a sympathetic look and caressing your cheek. The rings on his fingers are cold, but you’re used to the feeling.

“I know sweet girl, but I can’t take care of yeh here, s’too risky.” He pauses for a moment, thinking of a solution to your not so little problem. “How bout I give y’my fingers in the car? Hows that sound hm?” You nod eagerly, pulling his hand down from your cheek and holding it. He takes the signal and begins walking to his car while you follow him.

You never planned to sleep with your bullies dad. But a few months ago your parents dragged you to a family friends housewarming party, and that friend happened to be a friend of Harry’s too. There were no other teenagers there, so your focus was on the attractive older man who had been checking you out since you first locked eyes, and after ending up in the upstairs bathroom together the two of you have been fucking at least twice a week. You only learned that he’s a dad when you saw him for the first time outside the party. He didn’t look the part, and you actually thought he was in his 20s until he corrected you. He’s 38, having become a parent at only 20 years old. Your relationship is a bit taboo, but you’re a mature 18 year old and you and Harry get along well. So well that your time together has developed from casual sex to a mutually exclusive relationship. (Neither of you like labels, but you’re basically boyfriend and girlfriend).

He makes you really happy, and when you have to face off against Ella, it helps knowing that you have power over her, even though she doesn’t know it.

“Did she do anything today?” Harry is walking beside you, hands still intertwined.

“Besides spilling coffee on my shirt, nothing much.” Harry sighs in frustration and squeezes your hand as a show of affection.

“M’so sorry, I wish y’didn’t ‘ave to deal with her.”

The thing about Harry and Ella is they can barely be considered family. Ella’s mom is, for lack of a better word, a bitch. She’s snobby, conceited, and rude, and those behaviors have rubbed off on Ella. Another thing that rubbed off on her was her mom’s hatred for Harry. Being young parents put strain on their already struggling relationship, and they split before Ella’s first birthday. Harry said he tried his best to make it work for Ella’s sake, but her mom was looking for someone to pay for her life, and Harry had just started working his way up as a businessman.

Now, he’s a CEO, but luckily Ella’s mom already found a new beau with plenty of money, so she didn’t come crawling back to him. However, the success Harry achieved only a few years after their breakup made her jealous, and so she instilled that anger in their daughter. So currently Ella spends most of her time with her mother, and when she is with Harry she doesn’t treat him kindly.

“It’s not your fault Harry, you don’t have to apologize for her actions.”

“I know, I jus’ hate tha’ she treats yeh like that.” He sighs again, reaching into his pocket to grab his keys. In a few more steps you’re standing outside the sleek black suv, walking around to the passenger seat and sliding in once you hear the click of the door unlocking.

You both take a few seconds to breathe, an unspoken gesture to prepare for the night's events. Harry turns to you, a sexy smirk plastered on his face. “What d’ya think about fixin’ that ache darlin?” You nod eagerly, sliding down a bit in your seat to give your legs room to spread. “Think yeh can take off y’skirt fo’me?” Your head bobs once again as you nod, hooking your fingers under the elastic waistband and shimmying out of the skirt. While you’re doing that, Harry turns the car into the deserted street, using only one hand to steer.

You toss the tiny skirt into his lap, giving him a signal without distracting his eyes from the road. He reacts immediately, his free hand coming down to squeeze your thigh. You mewl at the contact and bite down on your lip, trying to stop your hips from bucking up in search of relief. His squeezes move up your thigh, and finally his fingers press against your weeping cunt. Swiftly, he pushes your soiled panties to the side, swiping his fingers up your folds collecting your juices. You shriek and buck your hips up into his hand, but much to your dismay he removes it from between your thighs. The car comes to a stop at a red light, and Harry takes the moment to look at you, his eyes wandering your squirming body. He’s practically drooling when he places his fingers in his mouth, tasting your sweet wetness.

“Sorry pup, jus’ needed t’taste yeh.” He chuckles again, and you whine softly in desperation. In one quick motion, he dives his hand back to your pussy, pressing his thumb on your swollen clit.

“Fuck!” The pleasure shoots up your spine, goosebumps raising across your body as he rubs circles on the puffy button. “Harry- please,”

“What d’ya want puppy? Want m’fingers?”

“Yes, yes,” you breathe out, words barely comprehensible through your panting.

“Alright, alright, I gotcha.” And with that his two fingers press into you, filling your tight hole perfectly. There is no hesitation before he begins pumping the digits in and out of you and his thumb never lets up on your bundle of nerves. “Such a needy puppy, got yeh soaking f’me from out in the stands hm?” His eyes are still on the road, but you can picture the lust filled eyes that are undoubtedly on his face.

“Get so wet jus- just thinkin’ about you,” you gasp, writhing as his fingers slam in and out of you.

“Yeah? This is my cunt, m’the only one who can make yeh this wet, isn’t tha’ right?”

“Only Harry.” At your confirmation he speeds his hand up, your vision clouding with white spots as the knot building in your stomach grows tighter and tighter.

All of a sudden, he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you empty. “Wha-” You begin to question him but you realize that he’s pulling into his driveway. Instead of complaining, you sit up quickly and unbuckle your seatbelt, pulling your skirt back up your legs to avoid being nude on his front lawn.

As soon as you feel the little jolt your hand yanks on the handle and you hop out of the car. Your brain is fuzzy with need and all you are focused on is alleviating the aching between your thighs. You hear Harry lock the car while you're on the steps, and you turn back to ensure that he’s behind you. And sure enough, he’s hot on your trail, just as eager as you to get inside and onto his bed. Your foot is tapping on the ground anxiously, waiting for Harry to unlock the front door. After what seems like an hour, he is next to you again, fumbling with the silver keychain in his hand, eventually unlocking and pushing open the door. You both practically run inside, hands roaming each other's bodies and lips locking as you shuffle through the hall.

You disconnect breathlessly when you reach the stairs, subconsciously wrapping your hands around Harry’s neck so he can pick you up bridal style. He does so hastily, barely a second passing before he’s plopping you onto the fluffy mattress. “Finally,” he pants, hands fumbling with his belt buckle. There’s a prominent bulge in his trousers, and although you’ve seen it plenty, you are always in awe at how thick and big he is. While he’s busy removing his clothes, you are practically drooling at the sight of his bare cock, full, heavy, and dripping precome.

“Harry?”

He looks back down at you with his emerald green eyes, simultaneously dropping his recently-removed shirt on the floor. “Can I ride you?” The look he gives you is indescribable, a mixture of need, lust, cockiness, and beauty all rolled up into one.

“Whatever y’want puppy,” His hands scoop under your ass, and he lifts you up and switches your positions. Now it’s your turn to undress, and Harry makes himself busy by running his hands up and down your torso. “So gorgeous, y’know that?” You nod quickly then pull your shirt off of your head. “Most beautiful girl in the world I reckon.” You blush at the compliment, butterflies being added to the many sensations occuring in your body. You straddle his thighs, wrapping your hand around his length and tugging a few times. A loud groan rumbles through his throat, and you smile knowing you’re the one who made him feel like that. “Thought- thought yeh said y’wanted to ride me pup.”

“I do.” You keep your hand on his cock, sitting up on your knees and lining him up with your weeping cunt. All at once, your body is put at ease as his cock fills you up perfectly. He bottoms out inside of you, both of you moaning and groaning while you adjust. “So big-” Your words come out in choppy pants, the syllables being cut off by your heaves. You suck in one deep breath and move upwards, sinking back down onto him quickly. His large hands hold a tight grip on your waist, guiding you up and down his member. His lips attach to your neck, suckling on the supple skin just enough so that it doesn’t bruise.

“What a dirty little puppy you are,” he growls, eyes focusing heavily on where your bodies connect, watching himself disappear inside of you as you bounce up and down on his cock.

“Feel so full-” Tingles ricochet down every part of your body, and your legs are becoming weaker with each movement. Harry can feel your movement faltering, so his hips thrust upwards to meet yours, fucking you from underneath. “Harry!”

“I know pup, I know.” His thumb strokes your cheek and he leans in for another kiss, devouring your plump lips and swirling his tongue around yours. “So fuckin tight,” The words tumble from his mouth in a low growl, which sends the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. His cock twitches inside of you, encouraging you to muster all your energy and finish both of you off. Adrenaline kicks in and your strength returns, riding him faster and harder than before. “Let go f’me Y/N.” It only takes a few more thrusts for you to come undone, Harry’s orgasm following suit. The waves of pleasure roll through your body, and you throw your head back in ecstasy as you allow the feeling to overcome your body. Spurts of his hot cum cover your velvety walls and you ride out your orgasms together, resting your foreheads against one another.

You end up sleeping at his house, feeling safe knowing that Ella is staying with her mom today. It’s normal for you to sleep at his place, seeing as both of you are usually so tired that you pass out before you can leave. What isn’t normal is for you to be woken up in the morning by Harry’s phone ringing. Harry is a deep sleeper, and you laugh at the sight of him conked out while his ringtone blares on the nightstand just a few inches away. Carefully, you reach over his sleeping body and grab the phone, planning on hanging it up and going back to bed. However, when you saw that it was Ella calling, you changed your mind. Making a split second decision, you slide the icon to the right, holding it up to your ear.

“Hello?” Her whiney voice rings through your eardrum and you wince. Not the nicest thing to be woken up to.

“Hello,” you answer, your voice not reflecting the cocky grin that spread across your face.

“Who the hell is this!” she shrieks, and you make a mental note that she must not be a morning person.

“A friend of your dads.” Your response is once again calm and monotone, trying to stifle the laugh that is bubbling in your throat.

“Ugh! What’s your name?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N”

[sohlaelwaylly]

OKAY SO! here's some interesting things that ive learned about sohla on Getting Curious with Jonathan Van Ness: How Did You Develop Such Amazing Taste? with Sohla El-Waylly

Sohla doesnt like to think of herself as an expert, she just likes to keep learning. [and then jvn told her that she SHOULD see herself as an expert]

Also sohla doesnt think shes cool which is so >>>>:(

Growing up, people thought of her as super weird because she was super into her hobbies, and now her hobbies are seen as cool. It feels as though its changed overnight

Sohla used to be really embarrassed about cooking. Her mom used to throw a lot of dinner parties, and Sohla would always help out, but she didnt want her mom to tell anyone she made anything.

Deep down inside she’s still a nerd (she called herself a loser ah :(( )

Sohla grew up in the san fernando valley

She lived in the epicentre of the earthquake zone ->

When her family had just moved in to a new house just before a major earthquake and the whole house fell down. All the exterior walls cracked, all the windows broke. There are still cracks that her parents havent been able to afford to repair :(

AND her dad had a heart attack during the earthquake, and her mom had to run out and turn the gas line off on her own with the bricks falling on her, and the whole neighbourhood was concerned about them because they hadnt left their house yet and they all came together to help sohla and her family

It was an incredible moment of people coming together in the worst situations 😭😭😭

It makes you realize people are great 💕💞

Sohla was born in 1985

Sohla thinks social media has had too much of an influence and it makes learning how to cook difficult

A lot of people are stunted because of it because they are really concerned with making it look nice

TRY UGLY FOOD! Stews and braises! They’re delicious! And being forgotten

“Social media is killing the cook”

“We are worried about making food look pretty and a lot of delicious food doesnt look pretty”

Try [to make] stuff youre not gonna photograph!

Sohla’s book’s goal is for it to come out next fall but she keep falling down these rabbit holes

She’s thinking about doing a series on her instagram called sohla procastinates where she digs at things she finds interesting when shes supposed to working on her cookbook

I thought these were the most interesting bits but click the read more for some other notes i took while I was listening to the podcast! If you want to listen to it! the top notes(^) are from like the last 20 minutes ish of the episode and the notes under the cut (v) are from the first 20 ish

Jvn has been watching sohla for a while 👀

The History channel had been developing ancient recipes since last summer and reached out to her early this year to host. A lot of the recipes were already researched and planned out.

But! Ancient recipes has been picked up for another season and Sohla gets to be more involved this time. She wants to cook outside… with fire

When she heard about the show she was really excited! Finding recipes that havent changed throughout the years are really interesting

She’s really into weird stuff too lol

ie an aspic (savoury mean jello) structure that has a live fish inside

The 6 Ancient recipes episodes were shot in 2 days!!!!

Sohla really wants to make garam- ancient roman fish sauce that’s just rotten fish sauce (?) and ancient ketchup

Also roast a whole lamb over an open fire but there are permits to figure out first

Sohla doesnt really like raw squid, octopus or raw sea cucumber bc of the chew. She doesnt like thing with a lot of chew

She eat a lot of cheese! A nice washed rind-aged cheese. If you let it temper over night and slice off the top, you get instant fondue!

DONT WASH YOUR MEAT. you are spreading the salmonella everywhere and you arent killing anything!!!!

You can open your meat on a rimmed baking sheet and move it over onto a rack. And also maybe dry it off with a paper towel too

Never wash your meat and always dry your meat

Rice your potatoes for mashed potatoes so you dont over work your potatoes! Also roast them on a bed of salt first

Rigalis foods sells fancy food that can give you the eating out experience but in

Sohla’s dad worked at Taco Bell for 20 years, until sohla was 8

Sohla loves taco bell too lol. The mexican pizza was her standard order. It was a great great menu item

Masa crepe batter? to make that tacobell pizza crust?

[writing-for-me-at-this-point]

Hurt S/o! | Shikamaru + Kiba + Shino | ANGST + Fluff | HC’s

Request: This is my first request so please forgive and correct me if I do something wrong. I was wondering if you could maybe do an angsty headcanons for Shikimaru, Kiba, and Shino from Naruto’s reaction to their S/O getting seriously injured protecting them. If the S/O recovers or dies and the enemy is all up to you, I’ve just noticed a real lack in content for them and I’m craving it hard. Please and thank you!

Word Count: 1953 words

Page Count: 5.5 pages

A/N: i got so caught up in writing this it became way too long lmao. im sorry i forgot about naruto :( but i hope you do enjoy the rest! i made sure to end everything well. i have a shit ton of angst requests so i thought id leave this on a happier note :)

Tags: @bipolartryingtosurvive

Shikamaru Nara

- I could see this being during the Hidan fight.

- Hes set the plan in motion at that point.

- And you’re to make sure Hidan is distracted for the time being .

- Hidan may be an ass, but he isn’t dumb.

- He notices how you are keeping him from Shikamaru.

- Fucking LIVID

- You notice how hes shifting your fight closer to Shikamaru until he gets to the point where he definitely can get a deep slash into the Nara.

- You knew he was trying to get to him.

- You were fast, one of the fastest in the village, but that was because you were fairly weak when it came to strength.

- You tried to zip around, gaining speed and momentum, and within seconds- right when Hidan was going to bring his scythe down on Shikamarus neck, you slammed your body to his side.

- Shikamaru flew away as Hidan managed to get a large and deep slash into your body; you felt it start from under the right side of your ribs, curving across your stomach, and finally finished above your left knee.

- You didn’t feel it until you fell to the ground- shock really is a bitch.

- And then you felt the dull sting grow and blood dripped from the wound.

- The stinging grew into a pulsing and unbearable ache, and you knew for a fact he cut through each muscle in the way of his scythe, but your organs were nipped ( at best ) in the process.

- You couldn’t hear what was going on.

- You heard your heart beat in your ears, it was deafening, but you focused on your breathing and trying to keep calm.

- You trained for this- having a close friend beat your ass near death so you could focus on remaining in a state where you could prolong the inevitable.

- Yeah you thought of the most wild scenarios, and managed to prepare for them- turns out it worked out well.

- Once Hidan is buried Shikamaru went straight to you, managing to help out with Ino and Choji, stopping some of the bleeding while getting you to the village.

- You’re passed out at that point, so Ino cauterizes the wounds ends, the part under your ribs and the entire thigh.

- Shikamaru starts freaking at this point, he almost passes out, and Choji has to get his ass back together.   

- Once you get back to the village Tsunade is ready to go, with Sakura by her side your ass isn’t ending up on that stone.

- It takes about four hours to get you all settled, and into a private room, out of critical.

- He’d stay by your bedside, your hand in his till you woke up.

- “Shika…?”

- “Oh my gods, [ Y/n ]!”

- “Hi”

- Your soft giggles helped ease this poor boys heart.

- “You look awful.”

- “Don’t look too hot yourself.”

- “Wow. Okay.”

- “Get up here, you need some sleep. And don’t even deny it.”

- He took off the bulky clothes, only in his pants and tank top, climbing in next to you as you settled your head on his chest.

- “Thank you for taking care of me,”

- “Thank you for not dying.”

Kiba Inuzuka

- Being in Anbu had its ups and downs.

- But mostly downs.

- Okay. Only downs.

- But you managed to find your light, in a childhood friend and now lover.

- Though- he managed to act more like a puppy than a boyfriend at times.

- You didn’t mind though, and you lived your life peacefully after having to leave Anbu due to an injury that limited your eyesight greatly and it hindered all sight starting at arms length.

- Though, when in Anbu, its always- ALWAYS expected to have an old rival or two come back for more, even when one is retired.

- And here you were, walking through the forest with Kiba and Akamaru, talking about his past mission with Hinata and Shino.

- He got so excited to tell you that he didn’t notice the shift in scents in the air, and you couldn’t see ahead or through your peripheral.

- It happened so fast.

- Too fast.

- One second you were smiling with his arms around your waist, his chin on your head as you both laughed with Akamaru yipping.

- The next you were slipping from his arms, and blood was pooled at his arms, the slash at your neck was gruesome.

- Your hands went to your neck as Kiba yelled, Akamaru going after the person who came from the shadows.

- “No. No. No. No. No. No. [ Y/n ], NO!” He was panicking, picking you up quickly as a hand wrapped around your throat, gripping it so tightly you almost couldn’t breathe.

- Almost.

- You learned to stay calm in situations like this, and with Kiba’s harsh grip you didn’t have to waste any energy to help with the bleeding, so you focused on breathing and not getting your heart to pump too fast.

- “Tsunade! Fuck- get a medical nin! Now!”

- He yelled, running into the village again, where many were coming to help you out.

- Akamaru had come back by then, his mouth bloodied as well, but nothing else- indicating he got a good bite on the fucker.

- You made it to the hospital before you lost consciousness, making Kiba worry even more, because THAT was never a good sign.

- He had to be the one to lay you down on the table and his grip never wavered, getting into a sterile room and waiting for some instruction.

- He was freaking out inside, he wanted to cry and let go, just hold you- but you would die if any of that were to happen.

- He had to stay calm for you.

- He wasn’t going to let you die.

- The tell him to let go quickly and all hands go to your neck, working quickly to stop the bleeding, while a nurse came to get Kiba cleaned up and situated.

- His mom even came to help the boy, who looked dead while staring at your room, not even wanting to go in.

- “Boy." 

- Oh did she go off, telling him to go to his girlfriend and be a man.

- He did want to go, but he couldn’t help but feel so… helpless.

- "Helpless? Helpless! Boy, you do understand you just saved your girls life? That if you weren’t there she’d be laying there dead?”

- Kinda rocked his shit, but thanks mom.

- He went into your room alone first, your neck was bandaged and you looked pale, with blood and other IV fluids being attached to your arms.

- He noticed the especially dark bruise on your neck.

- It could have been either from his hand or the surgery, but he still felt bad.

- His mom came in and sat with him on the other side of you.

- They both held your hands and visited you till you woke up.

- “I lived bitch.”

Shino Aburame

- I honestly can’t see his S/o getting hurt so bad.

- Because when you think about it his bug control is OP AF.

- Like he can essentially control you with a bug.

- I would go with someone would be after him, but since they can’t get to Shino- you would be the best option.

- Get hurt him physically so lets do it mentally and emotionally :)

- Poor boy

- I could see this being when your both adults, and teaching the younger generations, including your kids :)

- And you’re chilling on your house rooftop, that you’ve decorated with couches and tables and such, even hanging lights around.

- You had Shino build a retractable sliding glass on top in case it rains.

- If you’re having trouble imagining this- think Fast and Furious ending where everyone is eating dinner together.

- Yeah that’s ya’ll with the rest of the group :)

- You’re relaxing, reading a book and curled into the couch and drinking some tea or coffee or hot cocoa ( THEY’RE ALL VALID ) 

- You had gotten up a second to go to the large chest you had near one of the tables, to pick out a fluffy blanket.

- You never noticed how someone had mixed a poison into your drink, because they were gone before you could even decide on a blanket.

- Your kids would have been home soon, and they knew you liked to hang out up here, especially Shino since he kept the bees up here.

- You settled down and read some more, before taking sips of your drink.

- You noticed it tasted weird, and you had gotten up to check it out you felt your head get light, and your throat was stinging- making you cough horribly.

- You honestly felt like death was coming for you, and you knew something was wrong, but by the time you had gotten to the door you fell down and struggled to breathe.

- “Hey mom, Aponi kicked me-”

- “Shut up! Adonis don’t be- Mom!”

- “Mom?!”

- Your kids started freaking out, with your little girl noticing how strange you looked and saw the cup that was broken at your side.

- “Addy! Get dad! Mom drank something!”

- “Alright! Stay there- I’ll be back!”

- They managed to get their dad and Uncle Kiba, with Aponi looking to the cup- having some of her bugs recognize what was in it.

- “Dad! Its Saifu Ants! Someone poisoned mom with Saifu ants!”

- Shino had gotten some for himself and used their toxins to create an antidote.

- You were currently at the hospital, and declining rapidly, stressing out everyone around you.

- Even Naruto came and the dude is Hokage and is busy as hell.

- “You should all be prepared for the worst.”

- Everyone’s hearts dropped, and Shino couldn’t be there- he was helping making the antidote.

- It took about 20 more minutes until Shino came rushing in with it.

- Everyone made their way to your room and god.

- You were so pale, you honestly looked dead. Your kids only knew you were alive due to the heart monitor and your weak chalkra signature, your breathing was supported by a machine and even then your lungs sounded horrible.

- God Shino worked as hard as he could so fast.

- He felt like his heart stopped, that everything was moving too fast for him and he was going to pass out.

- Thank god his eyes were covered cause he had tears in them the entire time.

- He felt his soul ripping apart, what would he do if you left him so soon? The kids?

- You had gotten the antidote in time- but not before the poison had it’s time with you.

- Your lungs were destroyed and your heart was weak, your muscle was torn down.

- But you made it back to them.

- Everyone held a sigh of relief.

- You were a little off at first- still sleepy and slurring.

- After a few month you were able to leave- with everyone visiting you in the meantime with what had been going on in the village.

- Once you made it home you collapsed on your bed with Shino, easing his heart just a bit.

- Your kids jumped in too, snuggling up to both of you, with Aponi on your chest and Adonis on your stomach.

- “You scared us. Please, don’t do that again.”

- “It’s okay. I told you. You can’t get rid of me that easy.”

- “Like I’d want to.”