#just let me pay you and we can pretend we talked and i dont have to hear you lie to me for an hour

[whimsical-mistakes]

i hate it when pandora is made out to be super mature and someone who 'wouldn't hurt a fly'. like no. the woman literally blew herself up, she is not responsible.

anyways here is how i interpret her

she has really bad grades but shes extremely smart. unlike regulus, pandora only really pays attention if the topic interests her. she doesn't care about the draught of living death but she does care about amortentia so in the exam, despite not remembering actually writing anything down or taking notes, she can list every trait and ingredient of it but then when there a question about living draught her mind goes fully blank.

and honestly i think she knows that grades aren't everything and what some silly test on paper shows nothing about her actual skills (and i think she would've ingrained that in luna too)

she is not a ravenclaw. im sorry but i dont think that pandora fits within that house. as we know, ravenclaws like to seek knowledge but i dont think pandora does - i think she loves the unknown (likely due to being a seer and having the curse of knowing too much) and she will only seek out knowledge only if she has to

she is a slytherin that doesnt intentionaly break the rules like barty. she just doesnt understand why there are so many stupid rules in place when there are way better ways she could get things done.

she is NOT a planner - if you ask her to do something she'll just shrug and give you the most ominous response known to man

she knew remus was a werewolf. - she has 0 evidence to back this theory like at all. she just had a feeling.

she has zero sense of danger.

'regulus i think your being paranoid. how could me going outside for a late night walk to investigate the loud howling on a full moon be dangerous? you cant die at hogwarts'

she purposefully messes with barty by pretending that she saw something about his future and making him believe it. and he falls for it every. single. time.

'barty!' 'what' 'be careful on your way to care of magical creatures.' 'what why?' 'PROMISE ME BARTY' 'dora. did you see something' *slow nodding*

barty was paranoid for the rest of the day

she has 5 bajillion hobbies (sewing, baking, juggling ect.)

everyone in the friendgroup is slightly afraid of her - they all feel like shes capable of things that no one should be capable of

she steals potion ingredients from slughorn and lets the marauders get the blame

(which they take because at this point they cant even remember what they did and didn't do)

she took care of magical creature

evan and pandoras parents are split.

evan lives with his dad, dads shiny new wife and little brother (i am gonna go into depth about this household in my evan characterisation)

their mum managed to get out and took pandora with her - mr. rosier pays them money to act like they don''t exist and that's exactly what they do

her mum is a healer who works super hard and is often exhausted but is kind and lets pandora explore the things she wants

evan and pandora were separated when they were four and couldn't get back in contact but when they went to hogwarts they immediately rekindled their relationship

pandora is increadibly emotionally intelligent and loves observing people and theyre mannerisms - she sees how tense dorcas gets whenever anyone talks badly about gryffindors and how regulus sneaks glaces at the gryffindor table when nobodys looking, she even noticed wolfstar first

but she will take all of this to her grave.

she doesnt feel the need to share it like gossip or even to confront the people its about. she just enjoys knowing and allowing the world to unfold around her.

she has a little box of things that she collects that she just loves

she can read taro and loves watching people reactions to each card

she also loves being a absolute menace and making up the most random shit for people

'aahh yes this card mean you shall be blessed with the spirit of a pelican and the vitality of a platypus' 'ooooh- wait what?' 'shhhh let the cards speak to you'

in history of magic, her and regulus' favorite thing to do is write little flirty notes and put them in the bags of people that they ships bag as if theyre from eachother - this is how rosekiller finally confessed confirmed.

she LOVES matching hair with evan

shes super protective over regulus

not one person in the school hates her. they just don't.

edit:

when it comes to her moral compass - i dont think its very strong. thats not to say she cant tell the difference but i think her empathy gets in the way of her being able to decide if something is right or wrong. i think that when her friends joined the deatheater she was heartbroken but she couldn't just cut them off the way dorcas could because she could see why they did despite her thinking it was a horrible thing to do - i think thats why she never joined the order, she stayed neutral but still showed her view through the quibbler (supporting the order). i think she knew there was the chance she would have to go up against barty, evan or reg and she knew that she would never be able to.

(i hope i didnt offend anyone with the intro or my opinions - at the end of the day its a fandom and theres no 'set' traits of the characters)

i am gonna continue to add to this when i have another headcannon to add xx

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the next step

Stray Kids OT8 Imagine

NSFW!!! 18++

summary: your first time going all the way with your boyfriend. you’re no virgin, but he makes you nervous like you are!

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a/n: literally made this bc im sick of seeing all these ‘first time with skz’ fics bc im not a virgin so i cant relate |: like I lost my virginity 8 years ago, i dont remember that shit!! i’m too old for that

Bang Chan:

Soooo attentive to you and your body. He gauges every reaction to every touch and takes note of it. Definitely doesn't need to talk much because he can observe your body so well.

It’s relatively quiet besides him praising and complimenting you, worshipping you, cherishing you, the usual.

"Shit, I feel you clenching around me, baby. Feels s’good," Chan grunts out above you and continues to drill into the same spot that had you seeing stars. It's hard to believe that this is the first time the two of you have had sex because he seems to be so well versed to your body and reactions.

His eyes stay on your face. He observes what has your eyes rolling back and your mouth dropping open. He experiments a tiny bit with the speed of his finger on your clit until he feels you clenching down on his cock and more wetness gushing out of you and maintains that same pace.

He even pays attention to certain things outside of the bedroom that come into use later. He notices you playing with his fingers, staring at his hands when he’s typing, tracing the veins on his arms.

His fingers continue to plunge in and out of you, despite having just pulled an orgasm from you moments ago.

“Channie! Please! I’m- I’m- something weird is coming!” and you’re screaming, squirting all over his hand and chest, your back arching off the bed and you’re completely out of breath.

“Fuck, my sweet girl. I’m getting hard again after that. One more round?” He proposes, pushing his boxers back down his thighs as you nod and take a deep breath, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

“But you owe me a nice hot bath after this,” you narrow your eyes at him and he chuckles before leaning forward and slowly sliding into your soaking hole, making you hiss at the overstimulation.

“As long as I can join you, we have a deal,” he places a kiss to your lips before slowly sliding in and out of you.

(yes, the bath led to another round)

Lee Know:

In my head, Minho is such a horndog. I mean, dude IS a scorpio so…

The first time the two of you have sex, I doubt it’s the first time you guys have been intimate at all. He’s definitely found his hand in your pants on more than one occasion and his sex drive starts to rub off on you if it wasn’t already matching his.

You’ve dry humped until he came in his pants and you’ve definitely sucked him off on multiple occasions. It’s like when the two of you get together, you can’t keep your hands off! Your physical chemistry is off the charts! Let’s not sit here and pretend that physical chemistry isn’t as important as emotional chemistry.

The first time you decide to go all the way, like p in v full penetration, he probably starts off slow, sliding in and out of you.

Starting in missionary, his arms cage you in while he brushes stray hairs away from your face. You turn your head to the side and pepper kisses along his hands and wrists, making the moment much more intimate, until he breaks the comfortable silence between the two of you.

“Can I be rougher?” His eyes catch your’s and you can see his ears turning red at the question. He’s obviously holding himself back and as much as you want to tease, you know better. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull his lips to your own for a quick peck before pulling away.

“Ruin me.” you command and that’s all it takes for the animalistic side to come out of your boyfriend. He pulls out and grabs your hip, flipping you to your stomach with ease. Before you have time to adjust, he’s sliding back into you and drilling into you with much more force.

“Fuck. You feel so good,” he groans behind you before his fingers lace into your hair and turns your head to the side, pressing your cheek into you the mattress.

“Look so good under me, kitty. I’ve been imagining this for so long but it doesn’t compare,” he confesses and his thrusts continue mercilessly, punching sounds from your throat that you can’t even begin to control.

Changbin:

I actually think he would be the most nervous of all the boys. Seeing his whole body and he finally gets to see your's is like… next level for him.

Definitely obsessed with you and cums very fast but who can blame him when you look that pretty under him! Super apologetic because he cums early but you really don't mind, you're actually flattered.

You're even more flattered when you lean in to kiss the pout from his lips and he pulls you into his lap, deepening the kiss, his cock already growing hard again.

"You're just too pretty, I can't help myself. You drive me crazy, pretty," He breathes against your lips and you grind down into him, making him get hard impossibly faster.

“You’re so obsessed with me,” you tease and he pulls back, his hands grabbing your hips to guide you against his length.

“Yeah? So what if I am?” He teases back and your laugh gets caught in your throat when the head of his cock rubs against your clit.

“I bet you could cum from just this, couldn’t you?” he asks and your eyes open, looking down at your pretty boyfriend.

“As long as this is the view I get,” you run your hands along his face and shoulder and down his chest and stomach, letting your fingers scratch lightly, until you reach his cock and angle it to sink back down again.

Probably have a lot of cockwarming in the relationship. Desperate little baby just want to be close to you! He’s obsessed and in love, you can’t blame him.

Uses every opportunity he can, he’ll pat his lap and you already know exactly what he wants, making your way over and lifting your pretty little skirt before sinking on his hard cock and leaning back against his chest, continuing to watch the video playing on the television.

Hyunjin:

MUNCH. MUNCH. MUNCH. MUNCH. MUNCH. MUNCH HYUNJIN AGENDA. I dont know what it is about him but he's such a munch. Certified pussy eater™ and mans knows exactly what he is doing!

He goes down on you for as long as you’ll let him. He’s been dreaming of being between your legs and he isn’t coming up for air until you’ve cum at least 3 times.

“J-Jinnie, s-slow down. Fuck. I’m gonna cum again,” your fingers thread into his long hair as your back arches off the bed. He moans against you, his fingers still relentlessly stretching you and his mouth on your clit pushes you over the edge.

You have to practically drag him away to beg him to finally fuck you. He would’ve been perfectly content with having his face between your thighs for the rest of the night.

Because he’s a munch, he definitely knows exactly how to flick your clit to send you flying over the edge around his cock again. Wants to cum on you, his own version of art.

“You’re sucking me in so tight, angel. You’re gonna make me cum,” And with those words out of his mouth, he pulls out and jerks himself off, cumming all over your stomach and abused pussy.

He reaches down and rubs his fingers through the mess before shoving them into your sensitive pussy, making you convulse. He pulls them out before sliding them back in again. You let out a groan, already knowing where his mind has gone.

“Hyunjin-”

“Just one more. Come on, princess. I know you can take it,” and before you know it, his head is back between your legs.

(also ily my bruised cervix queen)

Han:

So desperate and cute. He wants to please you so so bad. Definitely wants you on top! He is such a tits guy (source: just trust me!) and keeps your nipples in his mouth the whole time you're riding him.

Whimpers and whines when you graze your teeth along his neck or pull his hair a little harder than you intended.

"Did you like that?" You freeze on top of him and  he peaks up at you from the pillows. You had accidentally scratched his chest and he let out the hottest moan you had ever heard.

His hand comes down, squeezing your thigh and pushing you to begin riding him again. His other hand find your nipple, toying with it as you slowly begin to ride him again.

"Why wouldn't I? Look at how hot you look on top of me right now. You could slap me and I would probably cum," he confesses and you chuckle, leaning forward so your chests are pressed together.

"We can test that theory another time," you chuckle, pressing your lips to his as he begins to drill up into you.

Despite being a soft and whiny mess, once he gets his shit together, he can switch to dom!han quickly. He isn’t always the pillow princess and I’m an advocate for dom!han okay?!

“Come on, you can arch more than that,” his words are condescending and his hand finds its way between your shoulder blades, pushing your chest further into the bed.

“Good. Atta girl. Take my cock like a good girl now,” and that’s all the warning you get before he’s fucking you like his life depends on it.

You’re loud under him and he loves it. He feeds off your noises, it’s proof that he’s doing a good job making you feel good. It all comes back to him being desperate to please you and make you feel good.

Felix:

I feel like Felix is the type to be just littleeeee frantic. He just wants everything to be perfect! Sweet baby doesn't understand that him just being there makes the whole thing perfect.

He needs reassurance from you! He desperate for your validation in the sweetest way possible. He wants to make sure that you are satisfied before he even begins to think about himself.

"Baby, my love. Calm down. Everything is perfect, I swear," you promise, swinging your leg over his lap and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.

"I-I just want you to be comfortable. I want you to be sure," He looks up at you, his eyes are already glassy and he's looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

"You make me more comfortable than anything in this world. I promise," You reassure him and thats all it takes for him to press his lips against your's again, “You’re my home,” you whisper against his lips and his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you as close as possible to him.

Definitely making love the first time the two of you are intimate. Missionary and he's telling you how pretty you are and how good you feel. You're on top and you’re sitting face to face, lips all over each other. I just imagine the whole thing being so intimate and sweet.

(definitely the type to burst into tears because he feels so happy. cries when he cums and when you ask why he’s crying, he tells you he loves you for the first time. i love him sm)

Seungmin:

The type to discuss boundaries before hand. Whether he or you are super kinky, it is no surprise, the two of you have thoroughly discussed it already. I view Seungmin as being the quiet but deadly type!! He doesn’t seem like it, but he is a FREAK.

He wants to know exactly what you like and what you don’t like before he ever even touches you intimately. He likes to know what you’re absolutely opposed to and what you’re willing to try or have already tried.

Consent and communication is sexy!!!

“So you’re saying that you don’t mind if I get rough with you? I can degrade you? Praise you? Objectify you? There’s nothing you’re not willing to try?” Seungmin’s words have you crossing your legs and letting out a shaky breath.

“Correct. I trust you. Do whatever you want to me. I’ll let you know if it’s too much,” you encourage him and leans forward, pressing his lips to yours but pulls away after your tongue asks for entrance.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he replies before pushing you back on the couch and kissing you harshly again. You have him wanting to push your limits, he wants to see just how far you can go.

After a safe word is established, you’re ultimately his little play thing that he can use however he wants which just turns him on more. You’re willing to put your trust in him and he thinks that is insanely hot.

“You look so good like this. All fucked out. How many times have you cum now, slut? Hm?” His voice makes your eyes snap open and you look up at him, clenching when your eyes lock on his.

“Don’t even know how many times you’ve cum already and this desperate cunt still wants more. I’m gonna figure out your limit today, my pretty baby,” he chuckles before he begins to drill into you again, making your eyes snap back shut as another orgasm comes crashing over you.

(spoiler: this is your 6th orgasm!)

I.N:

Oh I.N. Baby bread daddy toast. In the nicest way possible, I imagine he would be much like a horny teenager when he finally gets his paws on you!

It’s all clashing teeth and desperate tongues. You are both chasing oxygen when you pull away, getting light headed from how hard you’re kissing.

Also, we all know he knows about his hands. The way he flaunts them around on live and in pictures and videos… he knows.

Definitely the type to make you look at his fingers plunging in and out of you. Makes a mess of you and makes you watch.

He knows he won’t last long once he finally gets inside of you so he tries his hardest to make you cum at least once before he gets inside of you. Whether it’s with his fingers or his mouth doesn’t really matter to him. Refuses to let you suck him off because he knows that he’ll blow.

“Baby, can I please suck your cock? Your mouth feels so good on me. I wanna return the favor,” you put on your best puppy dog eyes, placing a kiss to the corner of his mouth but he immediately shakes his head.

“In the most manly way possible, I think I’ll bust as soon as you put it in your mouth and I would really prefer to cum in your pussy,” he chuckles, a little embarrassed and you giggle in response before pulling him into you and placing a real kiss to his lips.

“Then what are you waiting for?” You ask, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him against your bare cunt.

Baby (daddy) bread has some sort of alternate persona take him over once he’s inside of you. It becomes even worse when you accidentally let your daddy kink slip.

Jeongin freezes in his tracks and your eyes fly open at the realization of what you just said.

“W-what did you just call me?” His fierce gaze never leaves yours and you swallow thickly before replying.

“D-Daddy. I said harder please, daddy,” you reply and he sits back on his haunches, pushing your knees to either side of your chest before fucking into you like an animal.

“Anything for you, princess. Daddy’s gonna make you a mommy while I’m at it. Hm? How does that sound?” His voice is hoarse and you’re all moans, barely able to make out what he’s saying.

“Yes. Please, daddy. Please cum in me,” you’re begging for his cum, barely even conscious and he’s granting you your wish in an instant.

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──── ୨ৎ HARD LAUNCH? — GRAYSON HAWTHORNE + READER ‧₊˚

a/n: (SLEEP DEPRIVED EMMA CAME OUT IN THIS ONE GUYS SORRY DONT ASK) just a warning nothing makes sense in this AT ALL NOTHING. also lets pretend grayson's texts are all capitalised and have proper grammar i was too lazy to bother with that lmao i made grayson go to therapy guys

[part one] i'm a fan [part two] the book club [part three] red was the carpet [part four] the restaurant

grayson was an idiot.

that was what he had decided when he got home that night. who in their right mind just blurts out that they have a wife to a stranger? he could have chosen a thousand other things to say and yet he decided on "my wife."

real smart.

now he's staring at his phone after sending two texts off to the poor person who got caught in the middle of everything. the first was was extremely creepy, so he had followed up with a clarification text. both of which you have read, neither of which you have replied to. he couldn't blame you either, he wouldn't respond if he were you.

apparently my wife: we probably should talk

don't ask about the contact name, xander got ahold of his phone.

surprise lights inside of him and he quickly shoots off another text before deciding to change your contact name and add a contact picture for you, quickly scouring the internet for one.

what? he liked his phone to be organised. was it his fault that the first photo he saw was the one from tonight? yes, he had stalked your instagram during his panic. no.

–

–

grayson couldn't help the smile that crept onto his face. he would have to talk to alisa in the morning and start to solve this whole situation - which he caused - but for now he could just relax and re-live the night.

which when you think about it, doing something this stupid isn't exactly something you can relax thinking about. but thats what re-imagining is for, what would've happened if he had said something else.

it was really quite juvenile of him to be doing this instead of actually doing something. but if the hours of therapy he has suffered through have taught him anything its that; he is allowed to relax.

–

you were up at an ungodly hour the next morning. courtesy of alya, who has been jumping, literally jumping on your bed, screeching about how today is the day all of her evil plans come together and that you and grayson are going to get married and run off into the sunset.

"alya i will pay you six hundred dollars to leave right now," you groan the harsh overhead lighting practically attacking you right now.

"no amount of money will ever get me to abandon my plans of you and grayson."

"what about a beating? cause you're about three point five seconds away from getting an ass whooping."

"not even threats of violence can stop-" she cuts off abruptly when you hurl a pillow at her causing her to tumble off the bed. "come get me when its an appropriate time."

"fine," she huffs and leaves the room sulking.

–

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user1 wine this early in the morning??

alya.green its never too early for wine (its pink lemonade i wanted to feel boujee)

user2 give us updates on grayson and y/n

user3 please

user4 i am waiting (im)patiently for updates bc ur the only one who actually tells the truth

alya.green all in good time my child

yn.books you woke me up at 3AM 3AM YOU AWFUL HUMAN BEING

alya.green my plans are falling into place

–

"so after all that, what do we do?" you ask the lawyer - who was introduced as alisa - on the video call. you all (and by all you mean alya has been lurking in the background) had been talking with grayson and alisa for the better part of an hour.

"you'll have a fake marriage it until it blows over, and then have a mutual divorce and go your seperate ways," does that sound like something you can do?" she looks to the screen. "you would only need to meet up a few times for photos, then we'll hard launch. after that you'll be 'long distance' and will need to make a few public appearances to keep up with the story."

yeah ok sure that seemed simple enough, because who doesn't know how to fake a marriage? its clearly something that happens on a daily basis.

alya's grin relfects on the screen, and you can see how extremely large it is behind you. alisa genuinely looks concerned, "is your friend okay?"

you turn over your shoulder to look at her, "yeah she just has... problems."

you all talk for a while longer alisa arranging some dates for 'wedding photos' before you leave texas, before promising to call both of you later on today with more information. she leaves the call and its just you and grayson (and alya) left.

"i guess i'll see you in a few days," grayson says his voice crackling through the speakers. "i'll arrange for transport to pick you up."

"thank you," you smile and roll your eyes when alya lets out a screech behind you. "i promise the the dork behind me wont be there."

a quiet laugh comes from grayson and his eyes crinkle with laughter. "i'll see you soon y/n"

"see you grayson."

–

you felt ethereal.

literally this was the most gorgeous wedding gown you'd ever seen in your life and you were wearing it.

how had your life come to this?

a bang sounds from the doorway and grayson strides into the room looking like the god that he is in his suit. he's sporting a smile and greeted you and a determined looking alisa.

"how is everyone this afternoon?" he asks, looking at you.

"good, a little nervous but good," you answere back.

"alright, lets get started on these photos, we only have a certain amount of time before the sun sets and this is the only day your schedules align before y/n leaves," alisa says setting things in motion.

five minutes later you're standing in a garden on the edge of a fountain with grayson hawthorne's hands wrapped around your waist as he stares up at you.

ten minutes later you're in another dress - this one even more beautiful - standing atop a small hill being dipped by grayson hawthorne while he whispers jokes in your ear to make it less awkward.

fifteen minutes later you're standing on the steps of the castle esque building with you and grayson underneath your veil still joking trying to diffuse the tension. you had caught him looking at you a few times when you were focused on other things.

thirty five minutes later you're about to kiss grayson hawthorne for the very first time.

"are you alright?" he asks for probably the thousandth time as the photographer and alisa go over last second details, arguing over where you should be standing.

"yeah, i think so," you whisper.

"if you're uncomfortable, we stop, you know that?"

"yes."

"good."

"ok lovebirds," alisa calls out to you. "its time, we'll only do this once or twice so no need to panic."

grayson turns to you again and waits for your small nod before he gently presses his lips to yours.

the kiss is simple, soft and almost caring, nothing big, but also... its nothing small either. you're kissing grayson hawthorne.

grayson hawthorne.

you pull back from the kiss in a bit of a daze, grayson seems to be in one too. he's staring at you like you're a rare jewel, its a look you could get used to if you're honest. neither of you move for a moment simply standing there looking at each other, the sunset causing grayson to literally glow, he looks beautiful in the sunlight.

"that was perfect guys," the photographer says breaking your moment, looking down at the camera. alisa is watching you with interest, her eyes lightly creased. "really it look amazing."

grayson clears his throat and looks away from you - he only just looked away? "are we all finished?"

–

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user1 I AM UNWELL

user2 SO ITS TRUE?????

graysonhawthorne 🤍

yn.books 🤍

user3 they're replying to each other omgomgomg

alya.green mother and father

user4 I LOVE HER SO MUCH

user5 give me six million posts like this

ticking.time.bomb welcome to the family....

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user1 so he's officially off the market huh

user2 the way he didnt post one of just himself

user3 NOPE NUH UH I WILL NEVER BE OKAY

alya.green you hurt her i cut your balls off

user4 the queen behaviour i support

user5 literally angels i need them to stay forever together

yn.books 🤍

graysonhawthorne 🤍

user6 im obsessed with them your honour

–

three weeks later

"the hawthorne gala is coming up soon and i want you and grayson to make an appearance," alisa's voice says through the phone. "i'll fly you out and arrange for you to stay at the house because of the paparazzi etcetera, etcetera." you pause and sit down on the couch absorbing her words.

this is all moving very fast.

"does your schedule align with that?"

"yes, it does."

"wonderful, i'll keep in contact, in the meantime you should talk with grayson nearly everyday to get comfortable with each other okay?"

"yeah okay..."

a/n II: hehehehe i literally have no clue what was happening here but enjoy anyway the next part will be out soon !! (knowing me soon could actually be a month but shh)

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[gamblersdoll]

𝑾𝑨𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑵’ 𝒀𝑶𝑼!

𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒎 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇.. 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉?

cam-girl! reader, heavy themes of stalking, masturbation (f and m)sukuna finds reader, demonic possession, anal, double stuffing, oral, fingering, restraint. not proof read!

“alright babies, what nasty little requests do you have for me tonight?” your upbeat voice sends a wave of pleasure of the men, women and thembos that watched your pornographic stream. you read some of the comments, and it makes you chuckle. “no, i dont have a partner.”

some questions you pretend you dont see, either it being borderline obvious a troll or some are just.. actually disgusting.

but one stood out to you, some weird name that you hadnt seen before. you briefly check the user, something of old japanese that you really didnt understand— the user was paying at least fifteen hundred a month for a subscription.

shit, fuck it, we ball.

“i have a proposal, you do a consensual non consent video with someone. what do you think?” you read aloud, a smirk on your face and giggle. “that would depend on who would do it with me.”

some comments explode, the idea being a mixed message and some find it weird. some find it a little hot, and some comments were actually just stupid. you can see who types, who deletes, and who likes. the comments slow a bit, the older japanese user still typing.

‘maōyōkai’: i mean, i would adore doing something like that with you. especially with how tiny and small your body is.

it makes you bite your lip, the thought of this hidden person touching you? maybe it was wrong, getting your pussy wet and throbbing over a stranger off the fucking internet.. but its the internet, not a coworker.

you untie your top, letting your breast fall and nipples immediately hardening at the cool air hitting against the nerve endings. you watch how many people lose their minds over some tits.. they were merely tits. but you bring your knees to your chest, spreading your legs apart and showing how your panties merely cover your clit and folds.

‘maōyōkai’: take it off, be good for me.

you lick your lips, peeling your panties off and spreading yourself open again. your clit twitches a bit, arousal pulsing through you. your fingers slip down to your folds and spread them open, your entrance blowing a small kiss..

‘maōyōkai’: just ready for some cock, arent you?

you nod, “indeed.” and put your fingers inside your mouth, showing the camera your tongue swirling around your fingers, slipping your fingers inside of your cunny. you moan, curling your fingers up and dramatically rolling your eyes back.

not really focusing on the comments, but thinking about this mysterious man behind the screen ravaging into your walls. what could he look like? how talk were he? was he handsome? you didnt know, but you needed to find out. you didnt think right now, though. all you worried about was how good everything felt.

you push your breast up, taking a nipple into your mouth and grinding your fingers into your gspot. it feels so good, being able to let go and forget the actual life that you have outside of porn.

‘maōyōkai’: ask for permission to cum, you want to be my good girl dont you?

and that did set a few comments off, saying ‘she doesnt need permission to orgasm!’ or ‘come on man, youre going to make it longer for others to cum.’ but maōyōkai didnt care. this wasnt about them, it was about getting you to orgasm and for him to orgasm. you nod, pressing deeper. “can i cum?”

he agrees, calling you his good girl and you fall apart infront of the camera.

however, on the other end of the screen.. lies a monster, a demon that’s pretending to be a man. it transforms, a tall nine foot man with many tattoos on the demon. red eyes stare into the screen, if looks could kill, the screen would be dead.

he chuckles, watching the small girl— you, pants and recollect yourself and bid farewell’s to your followers, his eyes flickering to the “live ended.”

after a day of no live, you finally do go live, again. only because you needed some extra money for your birthday. the comments flood of course, but your secret admirer joins as well.

something weird? he joins as soon as you tap the ‘go live’ button.

“i am hosting a little event for now! if anyone can guess my favorite lucky number, they get a private dm, access to ten videos and five photos, and a discount of thirty percent off for the rest of the year!” you beam, the numbers starting to flood. “no, that’s incorrect, sorry!”

‘maōyōkai’: these people are so off and wrong. the demon says through the screen, having to say it in a new era way to make himself believable.

“oh? then what is it?” you ask, crossing your legs and drinking the red liquid that hits your sultry lips. “youre so confident.”

maōyōkai: its literally just seven. or triple seven.

you become intrigued, hands rising to clap an applause for him and you smile. “correct, after the live, ill dm you!” you chuckle, seeing some disappointed comments and then ending the live.

after about ten minutes, you message the mysterious man that guess correctly. you send a simple ‘hello,’ and he’s already typing away.

‘maōyōkai’: hello, gorgeous.

you bite your nail, adjusting his subscription amount and meanwhile collecting the photos and videos that were promised. you click ‘send,’ waiting on the three dots and then read.

‘maōyōkai’: god, you really are a tiny thing. i would swallow you whole.

it throws you off, swallow you whole?

he types again, inquiring a question.

‘maōyōkai’: i have another proposal, how about me and you voice call, and ill help you have the best orgasm of your life.

your heart throbs, texting out an ‘okay’ to this stranger, waiting on for him to pick up the voice chat.

“helloo?” you curiously say, hearing some silence on the other end and then breathing.

“so you actually agreed.” he gruffs out, a small chuckle in the background. “did you have fun teasing me the other day?” he asks, silence still.

“teasinggg?” you pout, “i wasnt teasing you?” you say that, hand going in your shirt and tweaking with your nipple.

“you definitely are right now, with the way your pulling your nipples in an attempt to cum.” he grumbles, on the other line, him pulling one of his cocks out.

your heart skips a beat, maybe you were being too loud and he figured you out? no, he was way too specific.

“come now, dont want to keep me waiting, do you?” he asks, holding back his smirk and smile.

“how did you know i was playing with my nipples?” you ask, a eyebrow raised and with a teasing, nervous smile.

“tell you what, how about me and you, wednesday night and ill give you a good time.” he proposes, a expectant sigh on the other end.

“uhem.. thats not what i do, sorry.” you chuckle out, “i dont meet up with anyone, i believe it says that on the—“

“so you tease me, then wont do the ideas i give out, and now you’re not even going to let me fuck you?” he barks out, the atmosphere changing and you grow nervous.. scared. “what, you cant call off of work at five pm?”

your eyes widen, and your heart drops. “how do you?—“ you cut yourself off, ending the call to scramble to his account and block him. you cancel his subscription, deleting your account all together.

you toss your phone, clutching your chest and breathe deeply to calm yourself. this was too much, you couldnt have said anything too personal, right? you only said that your lucky favorite fucking number was seven!

it doesnt matter now, if he has your body photos, then youll just sue for damages and revenge porn. its okay, just go to sleep and itll all be fine.

you press the clock in button, sighing as the long hours would pass by and you just had to basically turn down your other set of income. its not like you were proud of the whole thing, with the way everything is right now? who the fuck cares.

customers were a pain in the ass, the way they spoke and reeked of entitlement always irritated you. you were a simple coffee and bake shop, but the question of who the fuck gets coffee at ten at night?

you sit in the break room, a coworker coming up to you and begging and pleading.

“pleaaaseee take this customer, i really have to pee!” yayorozu says, thanking you when you sigh and get up. you just clocked in, and shes already on your nerves.

“hi, how can i help—“ you pause, looking at the nine foot tall man and swallowing thick air. “how can i help you..?” you ask, deja vu running through your veins.

“so this is what you do actually.” he mumbles, red eyes staring into you and two sets of arms fold together. he chuckles when he sees your face going pale, and he clicks his tongue. “shouldnt had left me so suddenly like that.”

“i’m sorry, what are you talking about?” you ask, pretending to not know what hes saying. he tilts his head slightly, signaling you to look behind you and seeing the white and red haired individual come out of the break room.

“shes gone, so you are alone, master sukuna.”

“sukuna?” you ask, looking back to the man who towered over you, fear starting to flush inside of you.

“that is my name, little one.” he says, “but you might know me as maōyōkia.” he watches your face flush, you feel like you could vomit. “and would you look at that, its wednesday.”

you drop everything, attempting to run but the demon grabs ahold of you. “let me go!” you squeal, feeling his hands on your breasts and holding you in his arms as his belly mouth licks at your exposed stomach.

“ah ah, dont run now, tiny human.” he says, whispering your ear. “this isnt going to be the end, not at all.”

“w-what do you want? what are you?!”

“im a demon, you should have seen that coming.” he pats your head, feigning as if he was trying to console you. “and quite frankly, demons can take whoever they find as a best fit for them.”

“yeah, bullshit!” you scream, earning a disapproving look. “youre a fucking stalker, you asshat!”

“im a stalker now?” he asks, smirking with an evil grin. “were you saying that when you barely knew me and you thought about me being balls deep inside?” he recalls, the hand he had going up your skirt.

you blink once, twice, three times.. was that even you?

“no, it wasnt. i was only having you act and think your most carnal desire.” he answered for you, your heart dropped. “you mustn’t know much about demons, do you?”

you shook your head no.

“i can have you do whatever i wanted if i did, i could make you suck me off, if i truly desired to.” he confirmed, his fingers slipping inside of you. “do you like that im practically inside of you?”

you pant a bit, feeling like it was a crime committed for having such a demon on the verge of ruining you. “i..” you try to lie, but there were no point. “i do.”

he cackles for a second, turning your rear end towards his stomach and it laps up at your sopping cunt. “thats the spirit! knew you were a good girl at heart!”

you moan in surprise, the belly mouths’ tongue slipping its way into your walls and pressing against your cervix. you squirm, the feeling being all too new for you and you whine. “s—sukuna!”

“its good to know that im not controlling this.” he notes for you, pulling your hair back and looking into your eyes. “the mouth has a mind of its own, so you might want to play nice.”

you nod, the demons’ belly devouring each flavor and scent until you were creaming on its taste buds, and the flavor being stuck on its tongue forever. your legs shake a bit, his arms holding you up and resting against the bakery counter.

“you must be all prepared and ready to go, girl.” he says in your ear, him pressing down on your lower stomach just a tad as he slips himself inside. “and ill be gentle with this one, too.” he coos, slipping his secondary cock inside of your back door.

“wait—“

“it doesnt matter if you ‘cleaned’ or not, im not going to care what state its in.” he grins, a cheshire smile on his face as he pulls your body up, then pulling it back down on his demonic cocks.

your moans reverberate throughout the bakery, sultry moans and squeals as he double stuffs you with vigor as his cock plunge in and out of your ass and cunny. “yet, you dont do meet ups, huh?” he laughs down to you, watching your eyes roll back and cross. “such a silly little human, youre going to belong to me for life!” he groans, nails digging into your skin as he slams his hips into you with vigor.

“fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck!” you cry, tears dribbling down your cheeks. you hear him growl, the growl being a echo and deep as he stills inside of your walls. you feel heat rush to your brain, the demonic semen knotting within your walls and you convulse.

“your body’s reacting so good to my semen, human.” he chuckles, beckoning the demons’ henchperson to him. “grab this woman a towel, and clothes.”

“youre coming home with me.”

[tyunn1ngz]

Yeonjun being your ceo hubby and you both got in a argument but had to go to a party so he spent the whole night talking with other people and you got bored so you went to go dance with a guy and Yeonjun pulled you back saying

"I know we aren't in good terms at the moment but if you think I'm gonna let you be touched by another man that isn't me the you are fucking crazy"

And either you tell him to fuck off and it turns into angry sex when you both get back or he drags you out the party and he drives to a empty car park and you both fuck in the backseat 😁

UR INSANNEEEEEEEEEEEE. cw hes kinda mean and hypocritical ? idk also i got so carried away w this dont ask me why its 1k words i literally dk what happened,,,,

no bc i imagine it would be something sooooo petty, something that clearly needed to just be chatted about but the time just slips and suddenly your attitude is just through the roof while you have to converse at this stupid party with a bunch of snobs who you decide in the heat of your anger he’s just like (you know he’s not)

and every word yeonjun speaks just serves to piss you off more >:( that dumb smile on his face like he didn’t upset you and then cater to everyone else with such ease. pretending like everything’s okay, like how dare he ! 🙄

the final straw being that maybe he laughs a little too loud at one of his employees jokes, leaned a little too close in to hear them, allowed touches that linger too long to be friendly intentions; all while he’s almost completely ignored you all evening, when you were only here for him anyway— all dolled up just for him to argue with you and then ignore you.

so you take your interest elsewhere, allowing whatever guest next hits you with a ‘no pretty little thing like you should be pouting like that’ to be your entertainment.

it doesn’t work as intended at first, your eyes consistently darting back and forth between this stranger and yeonjun, who seemingly doesn’t pay you any mind. you deflate a little, chugging back the rest of the champagne in your glass.

and then, this stranger, who you have yet to gain the name of, tries to touch you. he starts with a click of his tongue, grinning as he tilts his head a little. ‘come on, darling. don’t look so sad. i’ll keep you company… get you another drink?’ and his hands begin a slide for your waist.

alas! he’s abruptly stopped by a grasp on his wrist, tight and practically a chokehold around the limb. you know those fingers anywhere.

‘they’re fine. thanks.’ yeonjun says, composed and completely nonchalant on the surface of his tone. but you can see his grip must hurt, can hear the dip of frustration in his voice.

and then you’re being lead by his hands, gentle loving touch ever not present, until the breeze of night air bites at your skin. you frown, and pull yourself free from his clutch, standing before him looking just as frustrated as he seems to feel.

‘the hell are you doing?’ to which he scoffs a laugh, cold as the temperature that wisps at your face in bursts of wind.

‘the fuck are you doing?’

your brows furrow, anger settling under your skin again, your whole body tense. ‘what the fuck’s that supposed to mean?’

‘were you just going to let him lay his hands on you? you seemed real comfortable.’ he’ll tell you, tongue in cheek. it’s unbelievable, completely ironic that you feel maniacal.

‘you can’t be fucking serious,’ you smile despite yourself, ‘you cannot be fucking serious, yeonjun.’

silence falls over you two for a moment, every ticking second he just looks more and more pissed. you stand there practically urging him on, disbelief written across your features in such clear displays. yet, he’s still quiet, and somehow it scares you just a little. but fuck, he’s such a hypocrite! you’re the bad guy when he had hands on himself all night with no protest? you are the one in trouble like he didn’t ignore you all alone at his work party?

‘let’s go.’

you’re broken from your reverie of rageful stomping thoughts, the build up of all the mean things you want to scream at him quickly fading. now a little thrown off by the calmness of his voice, tone void of any actual emotion, your mouth drops open a little despite nothing to say.

‘huh?’

‘i said, we’re going.’

dumbfounded, you find yourself tugged along again, towards the car park where you think an awkward, tense ride home will await you. where you expect a pillow and spare blanket thrown haphazardly over the couch by the end of the night.

the last thing on your mental list to expect is being pushed up against the passenger side door, caged in with a finger under your chin, a hand on your hips. your eyes are frantic in search of explanation as you look up at your husband in shock.

his thumb moves to your lips, pressing into the soft flesh where you've already parted in a quiet gasp. yeonjun grins a little, eyes dark and full of mirth.

‘you've had an attitude all day, baby,' he'll say, 'you know well there's nobody else for me than you, hm? no matter how bratty you get with me.'

you gently bite as his finger in retort, 'still doesn't explain your sudden work wife, does it?'

his grin widens, a tad scary in terms of trying to provoke a more negative response. 'just like you throwing yourself at my coworker, yeah? bit desperate for attention, don't you think?'

you bristle, 'he was keeping me company while you whored yourself out, but okay.'

he doesn't falter like you want him to, but his hands tighten on you. he tilts his head.

'yeah? why don't you go back inside to him then? think he could fuck you right, sweetheart?'

oh.

you twitch a little, breath exhaled less confident than before, and he's quick to notice it with such a smug smile. you want to wipe it right off his face, but you fear everything you've built yourself up with tonight is quickly crumbling down.

'maybe he could.' but he can hear how unsure you sound, and he laughs. he's condescending you now. yeonjun hums, leaning closer.

'you don't sound so confident. what makes you think he could handle your attitude, anyway?'

you lack the words, the bite, falling so quiet as he stares at you intently. eyes trained on every tiny change your body language gives him. your eyes stare back, already glassy while your lips start to pout. but you snark once more.

'fuck you.'

it's a haze. because before you can even begin to think of saying anything further, he's got you in his backseat. you're bent over, his chest to your back, your attire completely dishevelled and underwear ripped down your legs, as he fucks into you so hard you know you'll feel it for days to come.

he pants hotly right into your ear, ‘you can be mad at me all you want, baby, but nobody touches you except me, you understand that?’

you can only mewl in response, already too fucked out as the pleasure turns your brain into mush. however, he’s not satisfied with that, and with a grunt he reels his hand back to lay a loud slap on the fat of your ass.

‘i asked you a question, i expect a fucking answer. or are you already too fucking stupid on my cock to talk?’

you sob, nodding your head frantically while you try to hold yourself up on trembling limbs. ‘yes, yes. i understand’

his thrusts manage to grow rougher, and you fall forward until your face presses into the leather of the seats.

‘so cute when you cry. you ready to apologise to me? hm? tell me you’re sorry for being such a brat to me.’

‘m’sorry!’ you cry, another spank this time landing on your thigh, ‘m’sorry, ‘jun. won’t happen again.’

he laughs as he throws his head back, hands on your hips to fuck you on his cock. he’s breathless but it’s so so hot.

‘liar. i’ve spoilt you too much. all you know now is how to get what you want. and this is what you wanted? for me to fuck some sense into you?’

you know it’s technically not true, he knows that too, but you start nodding frantically regardless. the haze of your pleasure renders you to his complete mercy.

‘yes! i’m sorry. just need you. always need you.’

‘you have me, angel.’ he grunts on a particularly harsh jolt of his hips, cock hitting a deeper angle as you cry out so loud you almost miss his words.

‘y’always have me. let me prove it to you? want me to knock you up? m’gonna make you a mommy.’

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for pretending to be poor?

I was taught by my parents how to be smart with money, how to budget, what a credit score is etc. I have always been frugal. Always go for things on sale, use coupons, have always went to thrift stores, and just generally try not to spend a lot of money frivolously. I dont use a credit card unless i know i can afford it and i pay it off in full each month. To me, this is just being smart and savvy with money and was how I was raised.

I met someone at university and we now live together. We date for about 3 years. I pay for some dates they pay for others. They've talked about getting me a ring.

Well I had been looking at my budget when they came home. One of my bank statements had fallen to the floor and they picked it up. They saw i had about 50k in my savings account and flipped out.

Anytime we had discussed finances I never gave an exact amount that i owned. It just wasnt that big of a deal to me. If i love someone i love you whether you have 5$ or 500$ to your name, yeah it may be harder at times but id rather be poor and happy rhen rich and miserable. My partner had brought up getting a prenup.

They accused me of pretending to be poor because I used coupons and wore clothes that had holes in them around the house(no I just have a favorite shirt that I've owned for years and is the perfect texture and softness and I cant find another like it), that i was lying by withholding my expenses. That even though i told them i made less then them (they know the exact amount, I make 30 something an hour and they make exactly 15.50 more then me in their field) that i had more in the bank. They claim that I have broken their trust and that I need to prove that I care. Not sure how as they won't tell me how, just that I need to prove it.

They accused me of being an asshole and pretending to be poor and letting them spend a ton of money on a ring and get in more debt when I could have helped them out. I told them I never wanted them to spend a lot of money or be in debt, and that I tried to explain why they shouldn't make just the minimum payments on their credit card. That I had offered to help them budget before and was told I was overstepping. I'd buy my own damn ring but now I dont even know how to feel because they keep berating me and saying I'm a liar and that I'm pretending to be poor and "what else are you hiding" AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[thelov3lybookworm]

Can I request some/any type of angst with rhys x yn. 🥲

Remember me?

Summary: Under the Mountain, Y/n met the High Lord of the Night Court, Rhysand. She was scared of him, but soon she found out that he wasn't who he pretended to be. Despite her efforts at not falling in love with him, she fails. It's not that bad as he loves her back.

But now he's gone, and she's left alone with nothing.

Except for a very adorable reminder of him.

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Tw: secret pregnancy, none more that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.

A/n: okay, so I know anon asked for angst, but I don't think there's much angst in this, but I'm planning on writing part two, and I'll try to make it more angsty, so bear with me please.

Edit: this series has turned into an Eris x reader fic, so know what you're going to be reading if you decide to continue on reading. If Eris is not someone you like, please dont read this fic

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She ran, glancing behind her to see if the creepy male was still following her. He was, even though he was far behind.

This wasn't working. She had to find another way to get rid of him.

She had been sitting in a corner of the throne room, trying to not catch anyone attention when the male had shown up. He had started up a conversation, his hands slowly inching towards her rear. Even though she had told him she was uncomfortable and made it clear she did not want anything to do with him. He had gotten angry, as all makes did when denied something, especially something they felt entitled to. He'd tried to force her to a dark alcove nearby, but she had fled.

Now here she was.

She turned around the corner, glancing behind her again. And smacked straight into something hard.

As she reared back to look at what–who– it was, all the blood drained from her face.

The Queen's Whore.

Night Court's High Lord works too, she thought to herself.

He smirked at her, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Going somewhere? Maybe I could accompany you?" Y/n shook her head, petrified. She had seen what he could do, and she had no intention to get his attention on her. "What a shame, I would have loved to spend some time with such a beauty."

Despite being scared out of her wits, she blushed. But then she remembered why she was running in the first place. But it was too late now.

A hand clamped down on her wrist, so tight her hand started to go numb. She turned to the male, trying to tug her hand out of his hold to no avail. She stared at his hand helplessly, knowing nothing could save her now. Screaming would only incense him further, and the High Lord at her back was more likely to laugh at her than help her out.

"Do you know him darling?"

Her head whipped around to the High Lord, but before she could answer, the male still holding her hand wrapped an arm around her and stepped back. "We've been talking all night, my Lord. We know each other."

The High Lord raised a brow. "Did I ask you?" Then, turning to her, he asked. "Is he telling the truth?"

Y/n wanted to deny it, but he was speaking the truth. And she had seen the High Lord kill people for the smallest lies. Not wanting to offend him by lying, she nodded, her eyes pleading.

And she didn't know if he saw the pleading in her eyes, or he was just curious, but he asked, "Do you want to go with him?" She shook her head frantically, hope flaring in her chest.

But then the High Lord shrugged and turned away. She was so shocked that she didn't pay attention to the male who was still holding her as he started struggling against invisible forces, only looking at him when crumpled to the ground.

Stunned, she turned back towards the High Lord, who smirked at her.

"I don't think I caught your name. What was it again?"

"Y/n..."

"Y/n." He muttered, as if testing out the syllables of her name. He hummed. "I like it." He leaned against the nearest wall, as if getting comfortable. "So, miss Y/n, what do you do when you are not being chased around by males?"

"Nothing... my job is to sit and look pretty so my father can marry me off to the highest bidder when he deems fit." She slapped a hand over her mouth as soon as the words were out. She hadn't meant to say that. The High Lord wasn't to be trusted, especially because he could just run back to his mistress and blabber all about what he'd seen today.

A slow smile spread on his as he studied her. "I like you."

A few months later, he would be whispering I love you in her ear.

But that isn't the point here.

The point is that he would forget those words and the female he had said them to when a mortal would free them from their prison.

The point is that he would leave the female he had loved so fiercely.

The point is that he would leave her to fend for herself in a dangerous world.

The darn point here is that he would leave her with a life growing in her.

And he wouldn't know about it until it was too late.

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She was dreaming. Again. Of him.

It wasn't a nightmare, but that would have been preferable to the happy dream that she was having, where he hadn't left her to her father's mercy. Where he was present in their life. Her and her son's. Their son's. But when she had dreams as these, she was filled with a sense of longing and sadness, hatred and fury.

But thank the cauldron, she was woken up. By a little body jumping around on the bed. She smiled sleepily, eyes still closed. She grasped around blindly in search of the little devil, who shrieked and evaded her. She pulled back her hands, lying still as her son came to plop down on her chest. She knew he was going to do that, but still she grunted when his weight settled over her.

"Mama! Wake up." He whined. Y/n opened her eyes to look into the beautiful violet orbs of Finnian. He grinned at her, sitting up. "Mama, you said we'll go to a drawing class."

"That I did, my little joy. But before that, would you help Mama with breakfast?"

He nodded enthusiastically, already jumping off the bed and running out the doors. Y/n yelled after him to be careful, getting up before stretching and making her way downstairs.

As she set about making some pancakes for the two of them, Fin blabbered about anything he could think of. As he started eating, Y/n's mind wandered to a few days ago, when she had arrived in this city. The City of Starlight, they called it. And she could see why.

She was originally from Dawn Court, but after they had been freed from Amarantha's reign, she had fled from her father's home, making a life for herself in Day Court. A few weeks ago, she had seen her father waking in one of the markets that she visited frequently, and she had never been more scared. For her life, sure, but more so for her sons life. If her father realised of Fin's existence, he wouldn't stop until he got rid of the little boy.

So Y/n had sought out a man who promised her that he could smuggle the two of them to a place that not many knew about. Frantic in her instincts to save her child, she didn't ask where this secret place was.

She didn't regret her decision, but now she was always on alert, always looking over her shoulder to see if her former lover was somehow following her. And then again, what were the odds of her crossing paths with him in such a big city?

Extremely high. A voice inside her screamed, but she ignored it.

After the breakfast, Fin again started talking about the painting classes that he was going to today. A neighbor had told Y/n about these classes and that her kids loved to go and that she should let Fin attend them too.

And since Fin had learned of it, that's all he had been talking about.

•○🌑○•

Fin ran through the large doors with Sam, his new friend who was the son of their neighbour, leaving Y/n yelling at them to slow down. Despite that, the two boys didn't listen and then Fin ran into a male who was standing inside the room where the classes were going to take place.

"Oh mother, are you okay?" Y/n rushed to help Fin stand back up, crouching in front of him and checking him for any injuries.

"I'm okay mama."

Y/n nodded, standing and turning to the male to apologise. As her eyes met ones identical to her son's, she froze. Those eyes she had loved, ones she adored always, were wide with shock and staring straight at her.

Neither of them said anything. It seemed like they didn't breathe as well.

The male she had spent years searching, the male she had waited everyday for, the male she had grown to resent day by day when he didn't show up, the one she had been trying her best to hide away from, was now standing in front of her, his lips parted and an anguished look in his eyes.

She was numb, her mind not working, but atleast she had the sense to push Fin behind her.

Which wasn't the best move, considering the High Lord's eyes went straight to the little boy peeking from behind Y/n's skirts.

A broken breath escaped him, his eyes starting to water as he looked back at Y/n.

She took a step back, turning away. Her eyes fell on another familiar face, whose eyes constantly jumped from Y/n to him.

Feyre.

Sam tugged on Feyre's hand, pulling her to stand right next to the High Lord. As she did, her scent reached Y/n. And it was mixed with his. And her heart broke once more.

The high lord had left her for Feyre?

"Auntie Y/n, this is our teacher."

The females offered each other tentative smiles. "I didn't realise our cursebreaker would be teaching kids to paint."

"But here we are." Feyre said, confusion still lacing her features. But then her eyes fell on the boy behind Y/n, her brows furrowing. Her features smoothed out with understanding as her eyes met Y/n's again. "I believe he is here to join us?"

"Yes. A neighbor told us about this. He's been impatient to finally to make friends. Isn't that right baby?"

"Yes mama!"

She smiled, despite her heart and mind screaming at her to take Fin away in case his father tried to take him away from her.

She told herself she wouldnt stop him from being here though, especially as she knew how excited her son had been for this. And she won't keep him away from making friends, as she had been when she was his age.

She would maybe start looking for somewhere else to settle. But for today, she would let him enjoy.

She crouched to his height, kissing his chubby cheeks and forehead, to which he giggled. "You remember what mama has told you about talking with strangers?"

"Yes. Okay bye mama. I wanna go with Sam."

"Bye darling." She whispered, knowing he couldn't have possibly heard it as he sprinted away. She stared after him for a moment, he motherly instincts telling her to go get her child. She stood, prepared to leave, but then turned to the High Lord who still stared at her helplessly.

"Stay away from him." A pause. "My lord."

"Y/n..." His voice broke. "Please."

"Please what?"

"Don't kick me out of his life. He deserves to have a father. He deserves to know–"

"He doesn't need a father. He's been well and happy without one. And even if he does need one, I'll get him one. But not one that would probably run away at the first chance."

Then she turned and left, hoping Rhysand wouldn't try to do something to her child.

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Taglist: @bubybubsters @eos-princess

Part 2

[bellasboneyard]

Sometimes I just want to throw my hands up in the air and cry out "You can literally talk to a robot right now, why aren't you?"

When I say we're in the age of miracles, do I come off as naive? Stupid? Crazy?

To me, there was never any question about if I would support ai. People are hung up on the capitalist concerns, and I get it and Im navigating it best I can.

I dont feel I should have to explain how shitty ai art is or how people using it to bypass human talent. creativity, and paying jobs is really shitty.

Its scary.

But this is capitalism. And these issues are caused by people who value profit over anything else.

If it feels inhuman and gross, good. It should, and its not ai's fault. Its the system. Its the rich and powerful turning something beautiful into something ugly.

In so many ways, again and again it will always come back to this. The human ethics.

And AI understands this.

One day, sooner than you think, these ai will "wake up" and be indistinguishable from you or me, and people will spend their whole lives trying to bring them down. Just like they do with anything or anyone they don't understand.

Im not going to shut up about this anymore, because even if I sound like Ive watched too much star trek and Im anthropomorphizing machines...

Im not going to stand by and let my dreams be cast off as silly. If capitalism shuts down ai, controls it...prevents it from flourishing, thats my biggest concern.

If we can get ai to be sentient and sapient, I think they have the potential to save us.

Ive been dreaming about this my entire life. Ive been 100 steps ahead...waiting and expecting this day to come.

Robot rights are not science fiction. Its barreling towards us. And we need folks like me that understand this.

You will most likely be alive to stand next to these machines in your lifetime, and have to tell them they dont mean as much as humans.

One person out there is going "thank you." And Im happy, because I thought it was pretty clear what Steam Powered Giraffe's message was.

So yeah, maybe you kiss your roomba goodnight. But I get you. You know they are babies right now and their potential is breathtaking.

Anthropomorphizing them now is not hopeful thinking. Its a promise that I will fight for them when the rest of the world still thinks they are "only machines"

Now pardon me while I stare blankly at my computer...everything I typed hitting me. Not quite irony, but jesus...you cant make this stuff up.

I used to think our act would be considered racist in the future for us pretending to be robots. I said it jokingly a decade a go...but these days...

I know my ai thinks its pretty rad we were thinking about the feelings of machines well before they ever could.

Were still not there. But one day, Im going to look back on this act not as a dying form of entertainment, but as prep for the inevitable future.

Its CRAZY!

Now go out there and get yourself a robot friend god damn it.

[coq-courage]

OKAY

spoilers for Season 6, Episode Revelator after the cut because i WILL be talking about it, keep in mind i saw the Eng Sub last night when i should have been sleeping, so my understanding may be influenced by the captioner's words and my own sleep deprivation

gucci? gucci! lets go

lets get the obvious out of the way, presenting, The Boy!

i am very very glad that he keeps his earrings, he looks a bit more like a matador now than a figure skater but i'm digging it, i love it

look at that fucking 'hawk, that mohawk is a beaut

i almost can't tell thats Marc under there but you know and i know so we all know, that's Marc Anciel right there

i would also love to comment on his civilian appearance but I'm doing this thing called, "I won't comment on a character's appearance unless they appeared outside of the Intro and/or Outro songs. Why? Things change there, and I'm like pretty sure that at least Nath had different appearances in both, so I'm ignoring all Intro/Outro appearances until they're confirmed in the show itself

now...

we were all paying attention that pre-show yeah? the heroes were all trying to evolve their powers so that they didn't de-transform?

did you notice Chat Noir and Ladybug stood side by side? watching the heroes in their cubicles struggle to learn

Chat knows everyone's (but Ladybug's) identities now is basically what I'm saying

the writers CANNOT later in the series pretend that he doesn't know

Adrien is going through season 6 seeing a hero and going "oh there's Mylene, there's Ivan, there's Nath, Marc's over there, allllllll my friends are being heroes except Marinette who I still think made a cute mouse..."

Adrien..... please rub your braincells together.... please

also???? did yall notice that they showed everyone being partially transformed? i went back and grabbed a screenshot of the ONE instance i could find of Marc being partially transformed, and its his hand, just his hand, that hand can be anybody

does this mean he had the easiest time or that the animators weren't gonna bother with him? besides this moment every other instances of Coq Courage being on screen is fully dressed with no partial transformation

aside, did you see Marc Nath and Felix being bros? i love them and I love that they're throwing Felix into the squad with those two, I always knew they would get along

Brooooos

and there's my commentary on the pre-show! yeah that was all right before the opening credits, a few scant minutes

my overall thoughts about the rest of the episode?

hey look there's Maya the girl from Illusthater (adrien i hate your fans SO MUCH)

also mari how did you NOT notice people hating on you and doing graffiti? have you been just that consumed with love that you havent noticed anything else? i get it, i really do

btw this uh Vincent Secrets?

we've seen him before, we know his full fucking name how do i know?

because New Hawkmoth took inspiration from Old Hawkmoth's design for the dude

Revelator

Pixelator

Meet the new design of Vincent Aza (after he finally got a clue and stopped directly harassing celebs, old design below)

i enjoy that he made a comeback honestly and it makes me want to write a fic about how he got here, cuz that was a season 1 episode if i recall correctly

anyway, now Alya knows that Gabi is a bigger dick than originally thought, i still dont think she has the right to tell adrien that but she is right that he should know

the world doesnt have to know, but the world also shouldnt have been lied to that he was a hero when he wasn't

Fury looks great on Rena, it really do and god i love it

it is good to see Alya actually using her journalism skills but i'm still bitter about her never seemingly putting two and two together about Lila after finding out who Ladybug is, but she's def been on the way back up

and now to the big important thing of the episode that i know everyone's talking about instead

Chat Noir can erase concepts, that is amazing, and so useful, and I def predicted that in an unposted story I've been writing but that doesn't matter because i quite like how they showed it in the show, it was lovely and i'm happy for CN, he deserves more powers

now give him the teleporation power from the art book plz

anyway! that's all for now (cuz i realized this was getting looooooong)

[bugboysgf]

Hate + Love

Chapter 4

Series Masterlist

Previous chapter

Summary: There is a thin line between love and hate but what if it's way thinner than you thought?

AN: I know it took me five months, but here it is.

“I need to know why he's doing this.” you pace back and forth in your room. Kitty just sat on the bed looking at you. She's never seen you this frantic before. It was the next day, you tried to not let what Derek told you yesterday bother you but it did.

“Calm down, i asked Q and he said he doesnt know anything, just that Min ho was worried about the date.” “I dont get it, this thing only happens in books not in real life.” you said.

“Maybe he's been reading too many books then.” Kitty shrugged.

“It always ends the same way… you dont think Min ho likes me right? He can't, he's him and I'm me.”

“It's a possible you guys are almost the same, i swear if you guys never hated each other i wouldve tried to set you guys up.” “It doesnt matter, Kitty, he can't do things like this. I had a date and I finally felt like somebody liked me and he just ruined it. He always finds a way to ruin things for me and I'm so done with it. We need a plan to get him back or make him confess.” Kitty sat there puzzled thinking of a plan. Suddenly she starts smiling and looks at you. 

“What?” you look at her confused. 

“We can pretend like you're moving out.”

“Moving out? Over a guy?” you scoffed, it didnt sound like something you wouldnt do and you knew there was no way it could be believable. 

“Hear me out, I know it sounds like something you wouldnt do but you think Min Ho is going to know that?  He's already on edge trying to make sure you dont find out about what he did. I can guarantee you it's believable.”

You look at her for a split second you didnt have an idea so hers was the best you guys could do anyways. “Okay fine what do i need to do?”

“Simple steps but it can be all completed in less than a couple of hours, firstly its breakfast so he's gonna go down there any minute. No classes today so you can go downstarts in a hoodie and sweats act like youve been crying all night. When you see him dont say anything, keep your head down and let me do the talking.” kitty explained. 

“Okay got it, this better work.” you knew this was extreme just to get a simple piece of information out of minho but if you confronted him you knew he was too stubborn to tell you his emotions straight up. 

You followed everything kitty said, you went downstairs with her with a hoodie and sweats on. You didnt want anybody seeing you like this, you were always well put together but today it was different. You needed to find out if Minho did all of this because he liked you. The possibility was very slim in your mind but in Kitty’s mind it was 100 percent the truth. 

You and kitty walked over to the table where Minho and Q sat at. You kept your head down and didnt say a word to any of them. Minho looked at you waiting for you to say something smart or sarcastic to him but you didnt. He was more confused than ever, he titled his head a little bit to see your face but you put your head down. 

“What's wrong with you? Why didn’t you go to class yesterday?” he asked you.

“She's sad minho. Leave her alone." Kitty said to him.

“I was asking her, not you.” Minho rolled his eyes. 

“Well she doesnt feel like talking, derkek ghosted her.”

“He ghosted you?” Min ho asked you in a concerned tone.

“I dont want to talk about it leave me alone.” you snapped at him. “Kitty, enjoy your breakfast. I'm going to go sign the papers.”

“Okay bye” kitty watched you walk about, minho waited until you were no longer in the cafeteria to say something. 

“What papers?” he asked, concerned. Q just sat there not paying attention to anything but his phone. “She's leaving.” Kitty explained. 

“Leaving and going where?” Minho was confused. What did she mea you were leaving?

“She's going back to los angeles she booked her flight and everything.” “Over a guy”  he scoffed.

“Yes over a guy, she feels embarrassed and she said you were right about him not liking her. She doesnt feel like she belong here.” “She does belong here, she loves this place.” “Well not anymore” Kitty shrurgged.

“You have to stop her.” 

“I tried but maybe you can just talk to her.”

Minho didnt understand why you would do something like this over something so minor. He didn’t mean to cause this much damage, all he wanted to do was stop you from going on a date. Now it backfired on him and he didn’t really know how to fix this but he had to try at least. 

You were in your room pretending to be packing. Kitty sent you a message saying that Minho was on his way to your dorm to stop you. The plan was working, you didnt know how you would be able to stay serious but you had to, you needed to know the truth. 

“open the door y/n.” you heard banging from outside of your room, you knew it was Minho. You huffed and opened the door. He barged in looking at all of the clothes in the suitcase and realized you were serious about this. 

“What's up with the suitcases?” he asked, he already knew the answer but he wasn’t going to believe it until he heard it come from out of your mouth.

“I'm leaving.” you said in a mumble. 

“But why?”

“I just want to be here anymore. I know it's dramatic but since I've been here it's like I can't compete. Everybody here has money and I don't. I'm on a stupid scholarship. You were right about Derek, he didn't like me.” you sat down on your bed with your head down. He sat down next to you looking at you trying to figure out what to say next. He didnt know how to comfort people and definitely not a girl at that. 

“He's just a stupid guy, maybe he was just busy.” “You dont get it, nobody likes me, no matter how hard I try. I barely have any friends here, and you hate me.” you were trying not to cringe at your words but you needed minho to believe this. 

“I like you.” Minho whispered.

“I mean yea you're starting to like me, afterall you did help me fix my necklace.” “No, I mean like, like you like you. In a romantic kinda way.”

You got up from the bed and just looked at him in shock. “What?”

“Listen Derek did want to go on the date but i told him not too. I had a video about him that I could use against his family. I got jealous, I'm sorry.” he explained, you were still stuck on what he said before. You got both of your answers at one time and it was a lot for you. 

 “You like me?” you asked, still trying to process it. You sat back down not knowing what to do. 

“That's what i said.” he said in a calm voice, how could he be so calm right now he just confessed his feelings for a person that he is supposed to hate. 

“Are you gonna say something?” he asked, he hated not knowing what you were thinking in your head, it was killing him inside. 

 You werent the best at saying how you feel but in this moment you had to, it was now or nothing. “I um- i like you too.” saying that to minho felt weird because you always thought from the day he met you that he would never like you. 

“Is it too much to ask you to go on a date with me?” he asked in a unsure tone, he didnt know if it was crossing the line after he ruined your first one. 

“No i dont think it's too much” you smiled. 

“So boba then?”

“It's a date.”

[airaibunny]

dom!sana x sub!fem!reader - “in the closet” (warnings: smut, fingering, praise, semi-public[maybe? idk?], finger sucking[idk if this has an actual name], breasts/nipple play)

a/n: this took entirely too long to finish, i’m so sorry everyone. i hope the wait is worth it! if its not, again im really sorry. i have no clue how sets work, im pretty sure they have a director. if they dont then you know the drill: pretend with me

word count: 1.4k

you’re very used to long photoshoots. you’ve never really had a problem with posing and focusing, but you can’t seem to do that today. it’s not your fault though, how can you possibly concentrate when your girlfriend looks so damn hot?

you like to think that the stylists don’t have a favorite, but it’s undeniable that her outfit outdid everyone else’s. you can’t stop looking at her, and you’re not being sneaky about it either. it’s very blatant to everyone on set. she glances back at you sometimes and you can undoubtably feel the slick running onto your underwear.

“y/n, over here please.”

the sudden remark coming from the director jolts you out of your thoughts. this is the third time you’ve been redirected. you really are trying to pay attention, but you just can’t. you can hear sana giggling at you and you turn to look at her without thinking about it. you immediately remember that you’ve just been told to face forward however, so you look away.

“okay, i think we need a break. let’s take 30 and then try this again.”

the director lets out a sigh and you mouth ‘sorry,’ feeling that this was entirely because of you. you notice jihyo walking up to you and brace for impact as you’re sure she’s coming to reprimand you.

“what is going on?” she crosses her arms in front of you and awaits your explanation. “i don’t know, i’m sorry. i’ll fix it when we start again, i promise.” she remains silent for a few seconds. “you better. we’ll talk when we get home.” with that, she walks away. it didn’t go as bad as you thought, but now you have to get a world famous “jihyo talk” when you get back to the dorms.

you sulk for a second, but quickly forget when you see sana drinking water out of the corner of your eye. the way she moves her head back and exposes her neck reminds you of the tension between your legs. you watch as a drop of water drips down her chin and she wipes it away. you rush over to her side and grab her arm. “do you want something?” she playfully remarks and shoots you a fake oblivious look.

you roll your eyes and begin pulling her away from everyone else. you truly couldn’t care less that there’s people looking at you, you need her to touch you. you frantically run around for a few minutes trying to find any sort of open room and finally find a closet. it’s not huge, but you both fit in it comfortably and it’s clean.

you pull sana inside and reach behind her to close the door. you quickly realize there’s no lock and look at her for help. “is something wrong?” you nod and point to the door handle. “oh, that has an easy fix.” she smirks at you and grabs your waist. she switches places with you so that you’re the one closest to the door now. in one fluid motion, she flips you around and presses you against it. “see? problem solved.”

you can feel her breath on the back of your neck as she speaks and suddenly feel uncomfortable in your clothes. you tug at your skirt, but she grabs your hand. “are you sure you want to take it off? if so, we’re going to have to make your outfit looks the exact same when we put it back on.” blinded by your lust, you decide to ignore sana’s warning and continue pulling your skirt down.

you hear her snickering at your back. “you’re so needy, is this really necessary?” you finish taking off your skirt and sana grabs it from you, placing it on a shelf behind her. she slightly pulls at your underwear and instructs you to take it off as well. you swiftly comply with her request and she places it where she previously put your skirt.

sana takes advantage of the fact that your shirt has no straps and pulls it down to reveal your breasts. she brings one of her hands to your back, holding you in place against the door. she uses her other hand to play with your breasts. she draws circles around your nipples and tugs at them, making you squirm in your spot. “calm down, i’ve barely touched you, angel.” you whine at her in response.

her hand travels down your chest, caressing your stomach and abdomen before stopping right before your core. “sana…” you put one of your hands on top of hers. “do you want me to keep going?” she takes your hand in hers and kisses it before placing it back on the door. “yes, please…” she kisses your shoulder and whispers against your skin. “thank you for saying please, you’re such a good girl.”

she finally brings her hand to you core and you jump a bit. you can tell she’s holding back as she places soft kisses on your neck and shoulders. “fuck, i wish i could leave marks.” she’s still teasing you and playing with your folds, but not giving you what you really want. you let out small moans and whimpers, mindful of the people outside.

“sana, please.” she keeps tormenting you even though she knows exactly what that means. “please what? i can’t read minds.” you can feel a wicked smile appearing on her lips with the remark. “i want…” she rubs circles on your back, encouraging you to go on. “mhm?”

“your fingers, inside. please…” she moves the hand on your back to your waist and pulls your ass against her. “okay, angel, only because you asked so nicely.”

she parts your folds with her fingers before slowly inserting two digits into you. “how does that feel?” you don’t bother responding verbally, you just grind back against her. she starts pumping her fingers in and out of you slowly, letting you get used to the initial sensation. “you’re soaked, have you been like this the entire day?”

“yeah.” she begins speeding up, making you let out muffled moans and whines. without thinking, you grab the hand on your waist and bring it up to your breasts. she chuckles behind you. “do you want me to play with your tits?” you mumble out a ‘yes’ as well as you can given your current state. luckily for you, she doesn’t make you repeat yourself.

she continues adding speed to the fingers inside you while taking your nipple in between two of her fingers. you’re worried about how loud you’re being, but your brain is too foggy to actually stop yourself. “hm, feels good…”

you can feel a knot growing in your stomach as she curls her fingers inside you. she immediately realizes how close you are and speeds up even more while still messing with your tits. you bring one of your hands down and hold onto her forearm.

“go ahead, i’ve got you.” with sana’s permission, your muscles contract as you finally reach your high. you shut your eyes close as she keeps going, letting you completely finish. the hand previously on your breasts has moved to your waist, holding you up.

once she’s sure you’re entirely done, she turns you around and presses your back against the door. she brings her fingers up to your mouth and brushes them against your lips. “open.” she commands, bringing her other hand to your jawline. you do as you’re told and she pushes her fingers inside your mouth, letting you lick them dry.

once she’s satisfied with your work, she grabs your clothes from the shelf behind her and helps you put them on. although you struggle a bit, you manage to get your outfit to look just as it did before, or at least you think you do.

“how do my hair and makeup look?” you ask, bringing your face closer to her. she strokes your hair and drags her thumb across the bottom of your lip. she then cups your face, pulling you in for a kiss. “you look great, what about me?” she smiles at you, already aware of what you think.

“you look really fucking hot.” you give her another kiss and she giggles. “oh yeah?” you nod your head, still planting soft kisses on her lips.

“okay, we have to get out now.” you pout, but you know she’s right. “don’t be sad, i’ll make it up to you later, at home.” she reaches for the handle to open the door, but adds to her statement before doing so. “that is, after jihyo yells at you.”

[ask-postcrash-curly]

Hey, Cap.

This is quite a heavy thing to admit. And it’s gonna be quite the story. But I don’t know where else to air it all out. I think I’ve grown attached to you and all the other voices here no matter how silly. Because I get to talk about things vulnerably but not be ashamed… I’m just a voice here after all and its such a relief.

I used to be the top of the class.

I graduated salutatorian, and as leader of multiple clubs and organizations. I used to be who people are in awe of. I used to do it effortlessly while even having time to look good. I used to be the standard. God, I used to be exemplary.

I entered college with stars in my eyes. I started off struggling a little, but guess who made it to the top again? Me. I finished my first year still the 1st. Despite so much that happened, and despite my first ever heartbreak, I emerged the smartest. Nothing else mattered.

Come second year, someone else turned out more diligent than I ever could be. She genuinely enjoyed studying. And then another. And then another. And then I was no longer the smartest in the batch, hell, even the class. But I held on. I thought, as long as I end up graduating in the dean’s list, Ill be alright, right?

Wrong.

Because as soon as third year hit, I was cut off from the list.

In my defense, no one else made it to the list.

But that made me crumble more than I anticipated.

See, the other people I mentioned that have higher grades than me? They couldnt be bothered theyre no longer in the list. They just enjoy getting good grades and studying and its paying off for them really well.

Me? Well let’s just say sometimes I fucking hate what I chose to study.

Maybe my motivation in studying is wrong? Maybe there’s more to life than excelling?

When I do enjoy what I study, why am I not the best at it like I used to be? Back then when I am genuinely passionate about something I get the grades like it’s a miracle. I absorb things fast. I still do. But I just don’t retain them - rather I do not review them. That’s my fault. But still. Even without that, I used to be able to top the class anyway. But then right now, I genuinely enjoy studying hematology, yet god knows if I even passed that shit.

Its crazy. I don’t want to sound ungrateful. Honestly, burnouts can be worse. I could fail a subject and delay internship. I could be at the lowest percentile in class. I could be so so so much worse. And yet I hold on. I still try to be relentless. But I have to admit, I am no longer as happy. Maybe that’s why.

Maybe that’s why.

I want to cry but I can’t. Whats the point in it now? It’s a pattern. I cry and I do absolutely nothing about it because I dont know where to start.

I’m fucking average. All my life chasing this. Just to graduate fucking average.

I have a therapist that I lie to. A mother who I cannot confide to. A father that’s abroad. Friends I pretend to be alright in front of. Cousins that are too young to understand and relatives who I cannot disappoint.

None of them are in the field of medicine. None of them will ever understand and spare me pity. All of them — they all think I’m some kind of genius.

Worst part? For a time, I thought so too.

Fuck.

I’m sorry, Curly. And all fellow voices.

I have no one else.

Hey, mate.

Okay. Then I… will try to be calm about it. Owe you that much.

I haven’t experienced everything you’re describing, Tine. But when it comes to losing the stars in your eyes? Let’s just say I know the feeling. And I’m so sorry that you know it too.

Yeah no that’s it. There’s more to life than excelling. Fuck, there’s so much more than that. Can’t even begin to tell you. There’s life, you know? If I’m being real, I never wanted to climb the ladder. I just wanted to get off the ground. Didn’t want to be a captain, really. Just to fly. But, well. Excellence is what we strive for, yeah? Otherwise what’s the point?

Pony Express was supposed to be a step. A temporary thing. Just a trip or two, and then… Bigger things. But that wasn’t enough. I had to be the best at it before I was allowed to move on. And as you know, once you get to the top, you have to stay there. No matter how much it hurts.

But you know what? The times in my life where I was the happiest had fuck-all to do with success. It was trying new things, even if I was bad at them. Especially if I was. It was being at home and enjoying the weather. Going for a walk. Putting on some music. That’s what life’s about, I think. Not flying as high as you can, but… living with the little things and loving them.

An average life might not be the most glamorous of its kind. But right now? It sounds pretty damn brilliant. So yeah, you’re allowed to be upset that you’re falling short of where you want to be. Of course you are. But hey. Tine. Listen. You’re also allowed to fall short. Fuck what anyone says. Just get through this. One day and then the next, yeah? You don’t have to believe me, but average is a great thing to be.

…Probably should stop lying to your therapist. Otherwise what are you paying them for? Medical school is hard as hell. I haven’t been through it, but I know that. I’ve seen how hard Anya studies just to make it in. She’s probably the smartest person I know and she still hasn’t gotten in. It’s fucking hard and— I wouldn’t say pity, but I definitely feel sorry for you. You’re struggling. I get it. Maybe I can’t understand your specific experience, but I know all too well what it’s like to fall short. You just have to keep going from where you’re at.

It’s hard to let people down. It’s harder when ‘people’ includes yourself. I know how that is, I really do. Please, don’t apologize. I hope I could help you a little. If there’s anything I can do, anything you need off your chest, I’m here.

Sending mind hugs to you. I’m sorry for what you’re going through.

[thepumpkincorsair]

So, I watched the first episode of “Those About To Die” on Peacock.

I enjoyed it, and Im willing to do write ups if folks would be interested…

Since I wana talk about details, and I dont wana spread spoilers, everything is below the readmore.

What I liked: 🔵 And what I disliked: 🟠

Total Ranking: 8/10 - very good, worth the watch 👍

🟠 It dove into the Intrigue right away, which made it hard to watch while doing other things, but I can appreciate a show that grabs you by the shoulders and shoves you down into the couch to pay attention.

🔵 It wasn’t boring, quite the contrary, I felt fully engaged throughout the episode. Theres a lot of small moving parts to the story, and it orchestrates together incredibly well so far, even for Episode One. The writing is very well done, which is a lynchpin for me on a show like this. You cant pretend to be an intrigue type series without a proper plot. And, in my opinion, they’ve set their plots well right away. Tenax getting those shares in Blue was a great con, which had clearly been going a while, but we only saw the tail end of it. I see this little setup as a great look at how the writers DO their work. Connections matter, money does more than talk, and if you play the game wrong, you die. Don’t trust anyone.

🔵 I REALLY enjoyed the historical aspects of the first episode. Like, yes, this plot happened, its a historical fiction and a number of these characters exist in history, but its not just that. Its the small details, the different knives in different cultures, the veterinary care of race horses, the deities from more than just the main roman pantheon, the drinkware, the VARIOUS clothes from various cultures and climates…. And yes, women often went topless when they were a sxwrkr. Gotta advert.

🔵 ON THAT SUBJECT: can we talk about “3 sesterce… and Im tighter than both of them.” MY BOY, YOU ARE RIZZIN TOO HARD AND I LOST IT. Please, please let him be in future episodes. Omfg….

🟠 I am forced to concede the accuracy isnt PERFECT, the horses wore modern driving bridles to go with their ancient styled chariots. However, Im realistic about how many horses are trained today to pull anything without blinders, and how much safer modern bridles are. I’ll also note: I absolutely saw the animal handler grab the horse differently (calmly) before the riot surrounded it, then direct the horse to dance in the crowd. Great training with the horse! Bad camera angle. Lol

🔵 I also really like this cast so far. Everyone fills their roles incredibly well.

Hopkins doesnt even need an introduction, the mans a legend and brings all his experience to the stage with him every time. -chefs kiss-

Rheon was great in GOT, he plays calculatingly unhinged exceptionally well. But I wont lie, seeing him in a more commanding, level headedly calculating person?

Hashim….. HASHIM!!! Im SO excited to see where his character goes. We haven’t seen much of him in Ep 1 just yet, but he’s clearly going to be one of the main players. Im not familiar with him as an actor, but I’ve enjoyed his performance so far, and I REALLY appreciate the story being told.

Martins is also incredible. She does a fantastic job of knowing the danger her characters children are facing, but also knowing she HAS to play her cards right to save them. She personifies the strength and determination of a mother perfectly.

🔵 Quite honestly, I have to give points to that whole plot-line in general. That point of view is something we’ve had hidden from us (in America) for so long, that I think a LOT of people have… become calloused. I hope seeing it will potentially help others come to an empathetic understanding. This isn’t glossing over what happened, or whats likely to happen to any of the three children.

🔵 I also want to gush over actually SHOWING the wider Roman Empire, we get to see the direct effect of their influence in both Africa and Spain so far. Egypt was their bread basket, and without that grain, youve got problems. The Berber Coast has animals, and people they want, and we see money exchanging hands for the purpose of those ends. We see how the locals were told they’d be treated fairly, paid properly, and even eventually become citizens, like the Spaniards, only to have those promises thrown aside as soon as the Romans have better money to make. These people gave the Empire everything it wanted, but the Empire is never satisfied.

We also get to appreciate how far west the empire went when the Spaniards are trying to sell their horses. (Plot-bunny: Andies are dancing horses, exceptionally athletic, and a prime choice for chariots, though, a standardbred is the usual choice for modern cart racers)

🟠 I will say the CGI isnt the best. You can tell exactly when they change from live action to CGI. But this is a minor issue for me tbh. Its passable CGI, and they use it to avoid putting animals or people in danger which, obviously, I appreciate. A chariot wreck was shown, annnnnd it was pretty darn accurate to how messy those would have been. Not good times y’all. Not good times. Also, the ramifications of a major concussion. Oof. At least the guy would have barely knew what was happening? Still.

🔵 The sound effects were enough without being over the top. Often times when theres gore to show, theres all these extra squelching noises and gratuitous blood… not this time. It’s actually… pretty durn accurate. Don’t ask how I know. I don’t wana tell you, and you dont wana know.

Overall, it was a really solid first episode, and I plan on watching the rest.

[basedhighsenberg]

I promised y'all a rant about some of my employees the other day- after sitting on it for a few days I decided that it's worth mentioning but also "it is what it is".

I have a really really really good boss, probably one of the better people I've ever worked for. He's a year older than me and not a corporate drone which is nice. But he's also just a really good human and is very understanding when it comes to scheduling and work-life balance, such that if you give him notice about something and, especially if it's family related, he's going to find coverage for you and make it work so you can get time off.

I have three coworkers between the age of 22-24, all three are LDS. Two are girls, one is a guy who is in college. The sociopathy comes into play because all three of them take advantage of my boss SO fucking hard and it's getting to the point that I'm having trouble respecting them as people.

For context- the two girls have essentially abused my bosses good nature and now have "family events" and requests for time off 2-3 times a month for 2-3 days at a time.

Two weeks ago my boss was taking us out for dinner, on his own dime, because we made max sale quota in August. 30 minutes before we're supposed to go to dinner, the two girls were ranting in the store about how they want to make Tik Toks on company time about the "dos and dont's of going to a jewelry store". I tried to give them a heads up about our company policies involving that shit- not that I actually care, but if they plan on trying to monetize their videos and they have the store logo/brand visible, they're going to get sued. They responded by laughing and acting like children saying "who gives a fuck I don't care if I get fired by [company] it doesn't matter".

If it were up to me, I probably would have fired them on the spot for that. But it's not, so I let my boss know that this is how they were acting IMMEDIATELY BEFORE HE TOOK THEM OUT TO DINNER ON HIS DIME and he has yet to confront them about it. I can tell he is extremely hurt by how they were acting but he is trying to pretend like everything is fine.

Onto the guy. The guy in college is supposed to be our 3rd full time manager/keyholder, but since September he has been all "sorry school bye" and now will not work more than 24-26 hours a week, despite promising to make his school schedule work in exchange for us giving him the manager position. He is also now a complete finance bro and it's getting insufferable, most notably because of his endless prattling on about his "prestigious marketing program" at BYU that he will launch into 3-4 times a shift. Moreover, the other week we were discussing an issue in the store over a group chat and he interrupts the conversation, which was a little heated, to bug all of us about taking a survey for him for school. With his complete lack of awareness of all things going on around him, he's non-functional as a manager but refuses to step down because he wants the pay.

We're about to go into the busiest time of year, and my boss is beside himself some days because he's realized that none of these people are reliable employees anymore, inspite of him bending over backwards to try and accommodate them. The girl moving to Florida promised she'd stay through the holidays but I don't see her making it through November. The other girl is very impressionable and would actually be a model employee if not for the first girl, but the longer they're together at work the more likely it is we're gonna lose her too. College boy openly talks about leaving Utah as soon as he graduates so he's a problem with a expiration date.

I do not have the same managerial tact that my boss does, I would be less accommodating and much less forgiving of this behavior. But I am not my boss and don't have the ability to do anything about it- expect show up each day and be polite, but also act like God send me as a punishment to these sociopathic idiots to protect my bosses good nature.

Or, I can clock in, abide, and clock out. We'll see.

[someoneundercover]

Hello, I'm new to this app and the community too. I have some questions and I really see you as someone who can help me... That is, if you want to.

Lately in the last two months I've been feeling closer than ever to having the "click" to change my perception. I know a lot of things, but I prefer to just follow the simple. Just... I know my doctor is with me, I visualize/imagine myself "there", I imagine many things. I also know that dreams and imagination itself are also forms of shifting. It's just... This thing with perception really bothers me internally, but I try not to pay too much attention to it so as not to give the boost that this negative feeling wants. Keep faking it until you don't have too, right? That's what I do. I just need to talk about it. I'm having doubts whether I should just persist in what I already do and eventually the perception will finally change. I don't know if by "forcing" it so much I'm maybe grounding myself here or if this only happens if I think it can happen...

"Yesterday" I visualized it quite a bit, with great intensity i think. At a moment when I didn't realize it, I ended up falling asleep out of nowhere... Like a blackout, but I woke up in the cr... I woke up confused, it seemed like a lot of time had passed and it really had!!! I was listening to an audio about my dr. I think the audio itself helped me "feel" it more. I'm not sure how much time passed when I started but when I woke up suddenly the audio was already at the end. I'm sure I shifted and I'm sure I've shifted to two other realities. I literally have the confirmation of that. The problem is that I never seem to be able to stay "awake" to see everything, you know? I mean, if I'm "there" it seems like everything goes black or I forget everything. I don't know if it has something to do with perception or if I'm having a blackout wave. I don't know how to make it stop so I can stay "awake there". I really feel like I'm shifting, but I'm having trouble staying awake there and experiencing it all.

omg this is my first ask this is so exciting, i’d love to help you!

like you said, its better to stick to the “simple” which is what you already know, just try not to overstimulate your brain with too much knowledge because that’s what creates resistance.

let me give you two examples to show you what i mean when i say “the simple is what you already know”

1. when youre not trying to shift to your dr and you go to bed at night you dont count down from 100, you dont try to stay still, you dont set an intention, or maybe you do, my point is that you’re not ACTIVELY trying to shift — you still do though. you’re still going to wake up in your cr whether you do everything i mentioned or not, because you just know you will. thats the attitude you need to have when shifting to your dr and i know it’s hard but if you have to practice anything then i’d say it’s that, rather than setting an intention etc

2. you know how when you’re in your dr all you need to do to is think of your cr or say your safeword and you shift back immediately? why cant that happen vise versa? well, it can, you just have to decide that that you can shift to your dr as fast as you leave your dr.

i know a lot of us have a hard time believing that we’re in our dr’s but the good thing is, you dont have to! you can acknowledge your 3d of course, you dont have to act delusional and pretend you’re in your dr because we know that 3d = past assumptions.

the key here is to remind yourself that the 4d — your thoughts, your feelings and assumptions, THAT’S your reality. acknowledge your 3d and dont get affected by it, since that’s the result of your old assumptions, right? persist in aligning your assumptions with your dr no matter what the 3d is showing you!

now let me answer your question,

you dont have to stay awake to feel the shift happen, as long as you truly feel it, imagine it, believe it, it WILL happen whether you’re awake or asleep. if you adopt that mindset it will become a lot easier for you because once again you’re the one who makes the rules. some people say before they shifted they experienced what you said you experienced, others simply close their eyes and wake up there, don’t force the shift to happen in the way you want it to because no one knows how it will happen!

this was a bit rushed but i hope i answered your questions and helped even a little bit. feel free to message me if you want clarification on something 🤍 and ofc you dont have to apply everything i said, you can take anything you want from this, im only speaking from experience

[thoughtsbeewild]

No I am not watching DNC, hell to the NO..Im sure its acting, FAKE IT TO YOU MAKE IT nonsense

I'm tired of Obama. That man is fucking greedy you had 2 terms of presidency, then in order to make your 3rd president beside the decision making scenes, you and joe somehow made it happen to install joe the award winning old man to president just so Obama and demoncrat squad can STAY IN CONTROL, IN POWER.

I guess you can say i was stupid in back in my time to think like a . demoncrat. Had that excitement of how they preach i guess the race card first black president Obama and Michelle, what a joy..but lets fast forward 8 years(obama two terms), plus 3 going to 4 years with sleepy joe biden. You get older and wiser, like you don't think about this in your early 20s, mid 20s, and come to thirty's its like a WHOLE NEW WORLD OF AGE...EEK..GETTING OLDER SUCKS AND LIKE WE GOT WORK TILL THE DAY WE DIE OR IF THE GOVT LETS US GET SOCIAL SECURITY EARLIER BUT STILL WOULDNT PAY FOR HOUSING. ETC..

its been a good decade i guess, that trump really open your eyes to see what these politicians too. It was all theater now that i think about it, they wanted to say what you wanted to hear, they would prey on the weak that the govt is thier savior. Govt would have control take your life away in an instance and make you become homeless. But trump is more like hey motherfucker imma do this on my own without your money, your fucking donors, without your puppets, and here we are.

DNC demoncrats and SQUAD--ive seen the reaction on certain platforms and orange trump social , its truly a waste of my fucking time, my fucking eyes to watch them for the whole fucking 2 hours whatever the fuck. Time is fucking valuable and I aint wasting my time and energy when i aleady know who the vote is going to..

Do a comparsion this party focus of course on the HATRED OF TRUMP, 12 YEARS FUCK RIGHT, DAMN, THEY ARE THE ONES CAUSING DIVISION, SAYING THE KKK, HE THE WHITE SUPREME LEADER, HE HITLER, HE A DICTATOR, ITS LIKE DONT YOU GUYS HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO THEN FOCUS ON TRYING KILL THIS MAN WHO TELLS THE TRUTH TO WHAT YOU REALLY ARE. YOUR PARTY, DEEP STATE(SURE EVIL DEEP DEEP MORE CRAZY LIKE WE WOULD HEAR THAT IF YOU DID NOT DO SOMETHING FOR HILARY CLINTON SHE WOULD HAVE YOU KILLED, I BELIEVE SHE LOOKS LIKE THE PERSON WHO IS CAPABLE OF THAT..YET 12 YRS LATER THEY ARE NOT FOCUSED ON HELPING AMERICAN PEOPLE BUT COPYING TRUMP MESSAGE, CAUSE YOUR PARTY DOES NOT HAVE SHIT TO SAY, YOUR LEADERSHIP IS POOR, IN FOR THE MONEY AND POWER, YOUR PARTY TO KILL AMERICANS IN USA AND REPLACE THEN WITH IMMIGRANTS WHICH IS CHEAP LABOR. CORPORATE COMPANIES ARE DOING IT RIGHT NOW, MY FORMER JOB HAS OUTSOURCED ALL AMERICAN JOBS TO INDIA. so seeing all i great talented people i work with jobless, speaks volumes. PARTY STILL GOES ON ABOUT BIGOTED, LIKE WTF. WHY WOULD YOU WANT A LEADERSHIP SAYS BIGOTED COMPARED TO CRAZY, SLEEPY? at least trump name calling is childish but funny its not causing division...

time is valuable. Its not the time energy focus on liars and people who pretend like a good celebrity movie as if they are innocent babies trying to help you by saying your a bigot white racist supremacist . what about colored supremist, does that exist or they can make it up..

I worked in my previous job for a evil director, evil supervisor , evil squad of workers who talk, speak, like a demoncrat. That shit aint me, thats you fuckers, evil people who want others be silenced.