#like they go low we go higher etc

[skitskatdacat63]

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[hella1975]

ive got an essay due at 3pm tomorrow and ive not even looked at it i am so so unserious about my degree and by the grace of some higher being i somehow keep managing to crawl through it's actually getting a bit funny

[numberone-wifeguy]

05/07/24

[neil-gaiman]

I'm sorry Neil, although I love your writing and agree with your opinions on most subjects I have to disagree with you on the writers' strike. No-one should have a more privileged life as a result of being clever and creative. I worked from the age of 15 to the age of 65 in low-paid jobs, taking 1 year off to go to drama school and 3 years off to get a fine art degree. I worked in terrible but necessary jobs, labouring, stacking boxes, unloading trucks, running errands, filing, going to work on a bicycle at all hours of the day and night on shift work in all kinds of weather. Even when I was a student I was still working in part-time cleani8ng jobs and even during periods of unemployment I worked in volunteer jobs for charities and social services.

According to Mensa I have an IQ of 160 and according to Plymouth University I have a BA hons in Fine Art but I cannot accept the idea that writers and other creative people should avoid normal jobs like driving an "Uber" or working in an office/shop/factory/construction site. To accept that idea would be to create a new aristocratic class when we should abolishing the old princes and aristocrats.

What we need, I feel sure, is a redistribution of labour so that everybody who can do so would spend some time each year in blue collar work and everybody who can would get higher education and a chance to make art of one sort or another.

The idea of doing other jobs to supplement writing or drawing shouldn't be seen as a terrible thing, a punishment or a suffering. Sharing the jobs around should be seen as normal.

I mean, I've done my half century of sweat labour and it didn't hurt me too much. I'm retired now and still making art of various kinds and I've never asked anyone to pay me for any art piece I've made. making art, writing, drawing etc. is the fun stuff which we get to do in exchange for the blue collar stuff which puts food on the table.

The worst pop song ever written was Sting/Dire Straits song "Money for Nothing" which ridicules the working class from a position of educational privilege.

So what's my question? My question is: What's wrong with a writer doing other jobs to make ends meet? Sounds perfectly fine to me.

Nothing's wrong with a writer doing other jobs to make ends meet. Writers and artists have been doing that since the dawn of time. Actors too.

But by the same token, there's nothing right about assuming that writing isn't a blue-collar job, or that writers and other people who make art can only make it for love and that thus they need other jobs to subsidise their craft.

I like living in a world in which the people who make the things that make the world worth living in get paid for their work. For me, that includes the people who make films and TV, books, art and music and comics.

Having spent a lot of time on film and TV sets, it's a blue-collar world on set, and everyone is working long and hard to make the shows you love. I'm never going to suggest that the riggers or the gaffers or the make-up team or the focus-pullers should drive ubers in order to have the privilege of being on the set and working there.

Or to put it another way, from the most blue-collar writer I ever knew...

[darnell-la]

perchance..dry humping with logan….pretty please with all the cherries on top

𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗡 '𝗘𝗠 𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬

summary: Logan had just became apart of the x men. he’s always been known to flirt with whoever he could, but when y/n came around, he realized she was the only one he wanted to smell like.

warnings: up late, public humping, embarrassed, kissing, submission, dominance, dry orgasm, love confession, etc.

note: we kind of want to write a submissive!logan… tell us what y’all think.

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“Whatcha doin’ down here, bub? It’s like three in the mornin,” Logan made his way into the kitchen. Y/n had jumped from the man’s voice. She wasn’t expecting anyone down here. She wasn’t expecting him down here.

“God — I-I’m just listening to music,” y/n placed her phone down and took her headphones out. She was lying and somehow, Logan knew that. The way she slammed her phone — He couldn’t hold back his smirk.

“Are you sure that’s what you’re up to?” Logan asked as he sat next to y/n with his eyes on her phone. “Yes, I was-“ she tried to lie but she was cut off when Logan snatched her phone.

“Hey!” She yelled and whispered at the man, praying her phone was locked, but it wasn’t. Shit. “Let’s see what we have here,” Logan leaned back in his chair as he clicked the video he assumed she was just watching.

“Why are you watching us train?” Logan asked, already finding whatever she was doing boring. “You’re not even in the video,” he laughed, trying to figure out what it was that she was looking at until he noticed the video was cropped.

It was cropped to show him closer. The man skipped the video and noticed it was almost an hour long of him fighting.

The smirk that grew on his face, raised y/n’s heart rate. She was caught and she had nothing to back her up.

“Now, what made you do this, bub?” Logan slid her phone across the table for her to look at. “If I’m not mistaken, that looks like me — for an hour,” he pointed at himself fight training.

“I-I can't explain,” she said low, so embarrassed that she got caught. How could she get caught? She knew she should’ve stayed in her room.

“I don’t think there’s much to explain, princess. Seems you get off by watching me fight,” Logan was now hunching over, looking at her with his sweet and soft eyes.

She couldn’t look at him. She swore she would pass out if she did.

“You like watching me fight?” Logan asked y/n, a right hand softly touching her thigh. He’s been teasing her ever since he got here. Tonight was the first time he touched her. She was going inside on the inside.

“I know you do, you wanna know why?” He asked, hands getting higher until he stopped under her nightgown. His fingers were grazing her panties. Y/n looked up at the older boy, eyes shy.

“Because I can smell that pretty cunt leak,” his voice was sweet, yet dark. “And you’re always like that. It’s hard walking past you because you’re always so damn wet,” he tease as he rubbed on her clothes heat.

“Logan,” she whispered, not knowing if she wanted him to do this. They’re in the kitchen, so anyone could come down here and see how flustered she is from the way he’s talking and touching her.

“C’mere, bub,” Logan pulled away before patting his lap. Y/n was confused at first, but got the idea and did was she was told. She got up and went to sit, back facing him until he turned her around to sit, facing him.

As soon as she sat down, she felt how hard he was. It felt like actual metal, but she knew a human cock had no bone — So why is he this hard?

“You feel that, princess? Got me like this as soon as I walked in,” he said, making his cock throb through his pajamas. “I-I don’t know if we can do this,” y/n spoke. She’s never been a submissive kind, but he brought it out of her.

“Why not? I’ve liked you ever since I got here. Had to work weeks to make you nervous,” Logan’s hands traveled from her back, down to her ass to grip and pull at.

“We’re in the kitchen, Logan. A-And I don’t think the girls that you talk to will-“ she went to say but he cut her off quickly. “Ah uh — I don’t talk to anyone, bub. They talk to me,” he corrected her.

“I’ve been workin’ hard to impress you. No one else. Who gives a shit if they want me. I don’t want them,” Logan lifted his hand to cup her chin.

“Are you okay with that?” He asked, now using his hand that was on her ass to move her, making her grind on his clothes cock.

The whine that left her mouth, made Logan’s heart skip a beat. She sounds so beautiful.

“C’mon, baby, tell me — Tell me you’re okay with being my pretty girl,” he said, slowly moving his own hips. He kept asking her, wanting her to reply as her mind fogged up.

“O-Okay,” her head fell onto his shoulder. Logan lifted the girl's head back up only to lean in and suck on her neck. He wanted to make sure she knew he was going to claim her.

“Lo,” y/n moaned, now moving her own hips, feeling her cunt throb on him. She was getting hot and her stomach felt funny. Kind of when she masturbated but better.

She’s never grinned at someone, but this felt so good. This felt amazing.

“Always lookin’ so pretty, baby,” Logan said as his hands lifted her nightgown up so he could touch and feel her skin. “T-Thank you,” she stuttered as she looked into the man’s eyes.

Y/n was the first to lean in and taste Logan. He was sweet. He already knew she was sweet, but finding it out for himself was the best feeling.

Y/n’s hips began to speed up as her moans got a bit louder. Logan knew she was near. He couldn’t help but smirk on her lips. She was falling apart right on top of him.

“C-Cumming,” the word was barely heard from the low she was. Her moan was broken as she shook. She’s never had her cunt throb this hard before. She couldn’t stop it.

“Fuck, y/n,” he groaned under his breath as his hips bucked. He swear he wouldn’t cum in his pants. He’s not one of those, but tonight — he was different. Y/n felt wetness grow under him, and she knew it wasn’t her.

She was confused until she looked at the man in front of her. His breathing stuttered, his body twitched and his shaky arm was holding her back into him so she’d be closer to him.

“O-Oh my god, baby — Fuck,” the man caught his breath and calmed down from his high. In his mind, he thought she was emasculated, but when he looked at her needy eyes, he knew she still felt submissive.

“You’re so good, baby,” Logan gave her a peck. “I think I’m in love,” he joked, but they could both tell he wasn’t joking. “I know I am,” y/n said as her hands rested on his shoulders.

Logan felt relief before he smashed his lips on hers, making out with her roughly but softly at the same time. He eventually took her up to his room, not being able to hold back and tell her how he was going to move everything from her room into his.

He didn’t think he wanted her this bad, but after tonight — After she showed how much she liked him back, he needed to keep her around him at all costs. He was in love and she was too.

[spectrumgarden]

I know I'm shouting into the void with this one but like. Genuinely so many low support needs people dont understand what it's like having even medium support needs. Like I am entirely dependent on other people for many of my needs. I can not see a doctor without someone else scheduling the appointment, taking me there and doing a large amount of the communication for me.

If my caretaker had not been accepting of me being trans and invested hundreds of hours into psych appointments and taking me to my endocrinologist and doing all the paperwork involved with my name change and literally taking a week off work to stay with me in the hospital for surgery etc i would have just like. Never transitioned. My ability to transition was entirely dependent on a singular person and that's what a lot of other parts of my life are like as well. and that's fucking terrifying and a great way to be neglected and abused in ways that are horribly hard to get away from.

I dont drive, I dont work, I struggle to leave the house at all, I dont fucking communicate with people majority of the time. The things that are hard for you? I probably can not do them to begin with. No one in my family lives even close to a comparable life to me. None of my irl friends do. I'm incredibly isolated.

And then I go online and see people rant about how easy MSN and HSN people have it because we just get everything we need and how because people can tell we are disabled everything is so easy because none of you even manage to listen to us talk about the neglect and abuse and trauma we face/d. I see people angry at their (more) disabled siblings for getting care they need to survive instead of mad at society for creating a system where its incredibly hard for families to take care of both a higher support needs child and another child.

And I see people who live completely independent lives who work and drive and make their own doctors appointments and grocery shop and travel by themselves call themselves MSN (I could go on a rant about how that's also often the fault of LSN influencers for not leaving a lot of room in their own community for legitimate struggle but that's for another day).

I just want my needs met. I want to be able to decide where I live. I want choice in my care. I want to be able to have community with those like me. I want others to realize I exist and leave the words i have to describe my existence alone. I want others to listen to what I have to say about what my life is like.

[the-bibrarian]

I see a lot of incomprehension online about our pension reform and the anger it generates in France, and what it often boils down to is "why are they so angry, 64 is plenty young to retire?"

I don't agree, but even if I did I would still oppose the reform. Here are some of the reasons why:

We already need 43 full years of work and tax contributions to be able to retire. Which means college-educated people were never going to retire at 64 anyway, let alone 62. This reform is aimed at people who start working early, mostly in low-paying jobs.

There's very little provision made in this law for hard/dangerous/manual labour.

There's no provision made for women who stop working to raise their children (51% of women already retire without a "complete career," which means they only retire on a partial pension, vs. 25% of men).

At 64, 1/3 of the poorest workers will already be dead. In France, between the richest and the poorest men, there's a 13 years gap in life expectancy.

Beyond life expectancy, at that age a lot of people (especially poorer, non-college educated) have too many health-related issues to be able to work. Not only is it cruel to ask them to work longer, if they can't work at all that's two more years to hold on with no pension

Unemployment in France is still fairly high (7%). Young people already have a hard time finding work, and this is going to make things even harder for them

Macron cut taxes on the rich and lost the country around 16 Billions € in tax revenue. Our estimated pension deficit should peak at 12 Billions worst case scenario.

While I'm on wealth redistribution (no, not soviet style, but I think there should be a cap on wealth concentration. Nobody needs to be a billionaire.): some of the massive profits of last year should go to workers and to the state to be redistributed, including to fund pensions. The state subsidized companies and corporations during the pandemic, Macron even said "no matter the cost" and spent 206 Billions € on businesses. Now he's going after the poorest workers in the country for an hypothetical 12 Billions??

Implicit in all of this is the question of systemic racism. French workers from immigrant families are already more likely to have started their careers early, to have low-paying jobs, are less likely to be college-educated, more at risk for disabilities and chronic illnesses, etc., so this is going to disproportionately affect them

This is not even touching on the fact that he didn't let lawmakers vote on it, meaning he knew he wouldn't get a majority of votes in parliament, or that 70% of the population is against this law. Pushing it through anyway is blatant authoritarianism.

TL;DR: This is only tangentially about retirement age. The reform will make life harder for people with low incomes, or with no higher education, for manual workers, for women—mothers especially, for POC, for people with disabilities or chronic conditions, etc. This is about solidarity.

Hope (sincerely) this helps.

[novy2sirius]

astro notes volume nine

༊࿐ gemini’s often get hated on because a lot of people hate themselves but don’t realize it. gemini’s are mirrors. they try to relate to you as much as possible. this is also why they’re so charming. they match people’s vibes. long term though people tend to dislike them since they don’t wanna meet themselves/be around people like them. this isn’t always the case of course. when low vibrational there is definitely gemini’s that are fake since the sign is associated with gossip. there is times when they will be nice to your face and then talk bad about you behind your back. however, high vibrational ones put their energy toward their interests and don’t gossip, but instead have better communication skills and are direct with people

༊࿐ aquarius’ are probably the most misunderstood sign. every one i’ve met has just had a chaotic upbringing and because of this they have lots of chaos going on their mind sometimes. they don’t always know how to express themselves perfectly as they’re the opposite sign of leo, so they can come off as cold and insensitive. i’ve actually found often times they don’t even truly know when they’re being insensitive though until they’ve been called out by someone and then (if they’re evolved) they do try and correct this if they know they’ve hurt someone, so in other words it’s not that they don’t care about you, it’s that they can be quite literally unaware due to their upbringing and them being raised in a “cold” household. i would say especially aquarius moons though

༊࿐ moon square mars can indicate what your soul truly wants to do in life doesn’t always align with your actions and it may take some time for you to make changes in your life or change who you are as a person. for these people change is harder than it is for others since the moon is associated with comfortability, squares create obstacles, and mars is where we take action they want to stay in their comfort zone and can lack motivation at times depending on where they happen to be at in life. people with this aspect should force themselves to do things they don’t want to in order to try and work through this square

༊࿐ venus and the ascendant are great placements to check for fashion, but if you want more info about fashion you can also check the house of your neptune as it is the higher octave of venus. the sign in neptune doesn’t change often, so it won’t be telling, but the house can be helpful! for example, neptune in the 10h could indicate looking better in classy clothes, professional clothes, brown clothes, or darker colored clothing

༊࿐ jupiter is the planet of ease, so yes it can show things that come to us with ease, but it can also show areas where we’re lazy because jupiter discusses the areas we haven’t had to ever work for. for example, jupiter in the 5h could indicate being too lazy to have any hobbies that are productive and just enjoying watching netflix, jupiter in the 4h could indicate being too lazy to leave the house and just being a huge homebody, etc

༊࿐ your 4th house ruler can tell the type of things that you inherit from your family members. this doesn’t just include hereditary things, but also things we have in common with our family that we’ve learnt as children and taken into adulthood. for example, often those with their 4th house ruler in the 7th house act a lot like their parents do in their own relationships once they start dating or genetically it could mean having similar beauty to one of your parents (usually the mother)

༊࿐ your 8th house profection year is at 19 years old which is why we hear most people say that 19 is a really hard age. it’s a very transformational time in your life for multiple reasons. 19 is also the number of negative karma in numerology, so it will especially be a struggle if you’ve got a lot of unresolved karma that you’re carrying with you. it can be even worse if you’re a gemini or cancer ascendant because it will also be a saturn year for you on top of it being an 8h year. for profection charts everyone will have the same house years, but not planets in each year

༊࿐ the part of fortune can show what type of luck we attract at our worst moments (when we need it most). this is different than jupiter representing ways in our life we get lucky in general. for example, an aries part of fortune can indicate getting what you want by being direct/assertive with people or getting really lucky during super dangerous moments when you’ve could’ve literally died. i know someone with their part of fortune in the 10th house who didn’t go to college and basically lounged around at 18-19 doing nothing with their life, but then at 20 created an online business and got really lucky because it happened to blow up on tiktok. they were at the worst point in their life before their company blew up though, so as you can see part of fortune is more about major lucky events that happen right after you’re at a low point in life

— © novy2sirius don’t copy my work !

[five-thousand-loaves-of-bread]

own 2 cents about cure autism

autism cure research, generally not coming from point of, those with it wanting to improve life this way. but more so—people around them believe it what they want it what they need it improve life, and, uncured autism seen as … difficult for people around them, expensive for government to provide services, take up resources in medical places, etc.

majority autistic people *in actually autistic community, who understand this topic, & can talk about their opinion* don’t want whole cure

there not-small-group of autistic people who cannot reliably tell you what they think about this, or in way that easily understood (can’t communicate, can’t understand, etc). they need be remembered in this conversation (& arguably centered… bc they gonna be more affected. see below)

having said that. there exist autistic people of all types who would want cure for own autism. out of those have seen myself, majority of them [high support needs / nonverbal or level 2/3 or diagnosed severe or significant symptoms of some sort] whose life extremely different from peers because of it (& like majority of their problem not caused by “society” & won’t disappear if society & capitalism not exist anymore). it how they feel about their own autism, n feel counterproductive in “educating” them about their own (clearly personal and upset) feeling about what they want do with own disorder, especially since they not funding cure research or whatever. but—

autism, developmental disability that start in childhood, famous for be the “be treated as can understand and make own decisions” and “have autonomy respected” and “not ever forced coerced do anything” and “not force abusive therapy to make them appear ‘normal’ ” disorder. (sarcasm) — don’t really believe we as society are at place where we would actually respect “only for people who want it. won’t force it on people who not want it”.

aka. if cure is post-natal, AKA happen after birth… they will directly or indirectly force cure on autistic people

force post-natal autism cure will disproportionately impact those who… higher support needs, diagnosed level 2/3, diagnosed moderate severe, diagnosed low functioning, diagnosed comorbid intellectual disability or global developmental delay, diagnosed comorbid genetic developmental disability, nonverbal… diagnosed children, in conservatorship, ward of state, in prison, generally not fully legally allowed have final say in decision making… visibly autistic, have/said to have severe behavioral issues, BIPOC especially Black people… (incomplete list)

which. not to say autistic people who not any of these won’t be affected at all. because will. but as a whole, people on that list as a collective group, will be more impacted, more coerced, more forced, even won’t be given choice, to take cure (maybe won’t even be told was given cure), over people not on that list as a whole.

am going emphasize that autism is developmental disorder that start in childhood & children get diagnosed with it & children legally not final say in make decision & children very easily talked into agreeing without full informed decision & those diagnosed as children more likely be [higher support needs / nonverbal / more significant symptoms] (EDIT: at time of diagnosis) because those most noticeable earliest + global developmental delay then catch up later on happens (to vastly simply it to a fault, quoting someone, “no shit they high support needs, they children.”)

can also see welfare slowly not covering uncured autistic people, insurance decrease / deny / make harder coverage for autism related services other than cure, schools & esp special education less support for autism, etc. general official resources for autism decreasing (which. not much to begin with even pre-cure), which again impact all autistic people but especially list above… oh and poor people. can also see stuck in limbo of “will not get support & welfare if uncured autistic, but no money to cure” because this shit will be expensive

when this much at stake (aka if there no resource for keep be autistic, n resources locked away only able get after cure), when big percentage of autistic people cannot reliably show informed consent in some way (cannot reliably communicate, cannot reliably show they understand, or literally not allowed have decision capacity legally, etc)… if an autistic person say yes they agree. actual willing yes? not coerced? not misled? not forced into it?

autism & autistic people (& by extension, care people they depend on) don’t have enough support to begin with. in this current reality without cure lol. can we focus on that too pour as much money in that too — let’s not talk autism’s inherent quality of life until you give all autistic people as much care as they need & for it be freely n easily available

don’t really think current science have enough tech & resource cure autism like this. autism is complex disorder with complex sources & hard to say if current what called “autism” based on behaviors & internal reported symptom not actually group of different disorders.

if cure pre-natal (e.g genetic identification & abortion. anti choice unkindly DNI) - see: down syndrome

however: finding genetic cause =/= cure. find genetic cause can easily lead to find cure research. but should be clear that they not equal to eachother, not automatic mean eachother.

um. missing many things probably

TL;DR. don’t think right now society at place where… have widespread enough, nuanced enough, critical enough, & enough awareness/acceptance/understanding of ALL autism (and disability as a whole).

enough support for autistic people for autism-related needs & general needs (financial, food, etc).

world where autistic people who can make own decisions about self actual able make own decision about self, & world where autistic people who genuinely can’t (for now or ever) actually protected from harm

and honestly don’t think we have enough scientific and medical advancement/knowledge/ability

etc

to actually make sure this won’t go haywire

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idk if anyone can follow this

autism issue is disability justice is cross-movement justice. autism issue depends on liberation of so many groups of people (like welfare reform, prison reform) 👍

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[snookienthusi4st]

I LOVE UR HCS PLSL MAKE MORE 🗣🙏🙏

i gotchu! lmk if you want the same or different characters bc i was thinking abt doing sm for light

l lawliet x fem! reader hcs

warnings: smut, overstimulation, food play, kind of angsty if you squint, au where he doesn’t die

nsfw under the cut

• yk unlike the other characters i feel like there’s a lot of ways you two could’ve met

• you could’ve been at wammy’s, light’s school, an assistant, etc etc but for plot’s sake, you guys met during the kira case with you as a task force member

• you’re smart but you can tell when an idea needs to be altered, he silently takes notice of that and pays more attention to you

• sometimes you’d catch him just staring at you, but he’s an odd character to begin with so you just brush it off

• when you two miraculously get a second in private, he ends up being the one to ask you out

• not immediately tho, like you have to know the man for at least a year or two before he even considers it

• like it’s dead silent in the room after matsuda and the others head home and he just starts talking and it catches you off guard

“y/n?”

“hm?”

“there’s something i want to discuss with you.”

“what’s that?”

• you’re patient with him, since the man has no idea how to vocalize his thoughts in situations like these

“i think i’m developing feelings for you.”

“oh, me too.”

• the exchange is straightforward and to the point, and he appreciates that you feel the same

• you two agree to keep things private

• less because you guys don’t want people finding out and more for safety concerns

• sometimes it bums you out a bit because you wish the two of you could go out on dates like normal couples do

• but then you get back home and find a bouquet and your fav sweet on the counter and you realize you wouldn’t have it any other way :3

• you’re friends with watari too, and he comes in and checks on you two smtimes when you’re in his office

• he’s a workaholic, but he’s exceptionally good at making time for you as well, considering how smart he is

• sometimes you pick him up a sweet from the store and get to headquarters like an hour early so you have a chance to see him alone before the day starts

• parallel play is a big factor in your relationship, like he’s working while you’re doing something in the same room w some small talk here and there

• and if you ask him to, he’ll always take a quick break and give you some attention

• last thing he’d wanna do as a partner is make you feel neglected, right? he’s so sweet i love him

• kisses are fleeting, kinda like near, but less uncommon

• whenever you two are alone, he’ll always kiss you at least once, whether it’s your hand or your face

• the most emotion you’ll ever see out of him is when you kiss him or hug him

• it’s subtle but his eyes soften a bit, kinda like when misa kissed him in that one episode

• he waits for what feels like forever, but eventually he does tell you his real name

• he just wanted to be sure he really is as in love with you as he feels like he is, since he’s never really been one to put his heart over his head

• would probably still be after the case is over, just to be safe

• sex

• funny enough, i feel like you’d be his first time, which makes him love you even more

• he doesn’t seem like the type to seek that stuff out

• yk until you guys start dating and it kinda hits him that he could literally just ask to have sex with you

• which is what he always does, we love a consensual king

• has a low libido, but one of his favorite things to do if you have a higher libido is overstimulating you

• like he’s fingering you and curling them into that exact same spot, drawing out orgasm after orgasm from your aching body

“i’ve got you, just give me one more..”

• as for oral, he’s 50/50 when it comes to giving or receiving

• well maybe 51/49, he rlly likes eating you out

• will have your legs shaking afterwards every single time guaranteed

• apparently it’s canon he can tie a knot into a cherry stem w his tongue so best believe he WILL get you where you need to be

• he’s really gentle with you, even when he’s overstimulating you, his movements are always soft even when they speed up over time to get you closer

• he rlly is the sweetest, sex with him will make you feel so loved and appreciated, which is exactly what he wants to get across :3

• his words are gentle too, everything he says in that charming fucking voice is just so ughh

“shh, just breathe..”

“that’s my girl, just hold it a little longer. you can do that for me, can’t you?”

• would be into food play on a rare occasion

• definitely a whimperer when you give him head, i don’t make the rules

• overall he’s incredibly careful and shows you just how much he cares about you

• i feel like he’s into reading!

• like you’re asleep with your head on his shoulder, and he has one arm around you and the other’s holding a book and skimming through the pages until he’s ready to sleep too

• plays with your hair

• no matter what length or texture it is, whenever you guys are alone, he’ll js have a hand running through it

• you play with his too, and it’s rlly soft considering how little effort he puts in to actually take care of it

• would be into bands like the cranberries and the sundays

• idk it’s js the style of their music that makes me think of him

• before the case was over, sometimes you’d have nights where you couldn’t sleep from how worried you were

• worried that something would slip up and that kira would get to him, that anytime you’d see him would be the last

• but on nights like those, he was always incredibly reassuring, touched that you even care about him that much

“what are you doing up so late?”

“..i couldn’t sleep, can i stay with you?”

“you don’t have to ask, come here.”

• and he sits you on his lap and plays with your hair, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he works until you fall asleep in his arms

• you’re such a new feeling to him, he’s never wanted to put anything over work before, much less something as unreliable as a person

• but you’ve earned his trust and his love, and he’s never gonna let you forget <3

[thatfrenchacademic]

"The biggest issue is students using it, me spotting it and having no recourse whatsoever to do anything about it." can you elaborate a bit further

Hello !

So to explain a bit more: we [aka your lecturers, teachers, teaching assistants, etc...] know that some students will use ChatGPT.

And there is a discussion to be had about how to work with this, how to design assessment which allow students to leverage something which may simply become a fixture of writing in a workplace environment, but that is not the discussion we are having here. Because that is not what we are worried about.

The defensible, problematic situation is: a student straight up entering the essay prompt on ChatGPT, and using the grand skills of Ctrl+C / Ctrl+V, submits it as their own paper.

And our main worry, I think, was for a long time that we would not be able to catch it. That students would, actually, be able to fool us and that we would actually think this was a student who understood the course, who put in the work, and who deserve to be rewarded for their grade. That was the main fear.

But here is the thing.

And listen up, students :

Essays written by ChatGPT :

Suck

Are spotted from a mile away from the person reading it

For real. They suck.

I cannot stress enough how easy they are to spot. You are NOT fooling anyone. I do not need the platform's AI-detecting tool to know when an essay was written by Chat GPT. It is so, very painfully obvious when that's the case.

But the problem then becomes : ok, I have spotted a student who cheated.

What am I even supposed to do with it.

It is one thing to KNOW that an essay was AI-generated, it is another to defend it to a plagiarism committee. First of all, does it actually count as plagiarism ? Second, how do prove, with certainty, that the student did not write it ? How to I convince the plagiarism committee that this is worth looking into ? I am in the role of a police officer, who needs to convince the DA that this is a winnable case, that prosecuting will not be a waste of their time. But I don't have a Similarity Percentage to rely on. I don't have an original source to say "look, this is the exact same wording!" like in a classic plagiarism case.

Best case scenario, I can make my case for thee student to actually be called to the plagiarism committee, where we probe into how, exactly, they wrote their essay, until they fold. Unlikely, morally questionable, and in all likelihood, ineffective on students already so confident in their bullshit that they have the audacity to submit a fully AI-generated work for their finals.

Now, students, gather up, especially if you have considered using Chat GPT this way. Because right now, you might think it means you can get away with it.

But let me tell you something. First, that essay is getting the shittiest grade we can give you. Because you know what is more difficult than a lecturer proving that a student used AI to generate their essay ? A student proving that they deserve a better grade. Once we give you a grade, burden of evidence is on you to prove that you have not been graded properly. And we can come up with 15 reasons why an essay is a shit essay. We put on kids' gloves, when we lecture and give feedback. We give the simplified version of most theories, we give the basics of how to structure an essay, the bar we set is spectacularly low, because students come in good faith, they are learning, they will not be held at the same standard as academics. But if you try to argue that you need a higher grade, when you had the audacity to not write a single word of your work, the kids gloves are going to come off real quick, and your lecturer will be able to very convincingly explain why, actually, giving you a passing grade was a mercy in the first place.

Second. Academics, especially angry academics, are a gossip machine.

You may get a passing grade, and there may be no official note of it in your file whatsoever. But I can guarantee you that your lecturer will chat with their colleagues. That every single one of your essay that year, and the years to come, will be looked at with so much scrutiny I hope your referencing for every single work reaches perfection. Every single paragraph will be looked at with the knowledge that you are likely to have had it AI-generated. Lecturers will tell their TA to look at for That One Student when they grade you .You will not be getting any flexibility from us, no extension without full documentation to support it, no letter of recommendation from any member of the faculty, no word in your favor if you are bordering a grade bracket. If we are feeling especially petty, we might even forget to answer your emails or answer any question you have with such warmth and kindness you really still never feel like asking a question again in our class. And I know that, because that's already happening. I have the name of three undergrads that we know, for a fact, did not write their own essay. Two are not even in my modules at all.

Now. That's pretty mean. But if you have the absolute audacity and lack of ethics required to submit an essay for which you have not written a single word, and thought it would actually work, when your lecturer spent probably more that 80 hours working in this module this term, gave you the opportunity to meet for office hours, to ask any question in person or in email, to have extensions, accommodations, additional time ? When you decided that putting exactly zero second of your time, considered that you were above that - and above other students- and yet we were not able to officially sanction you for it, we had to give you a passing grade, the same passing grade as students who actually made an effort?

Yeah, sorry, you are not getting any sympathy from your lecturers anymore.

[mindfulstudyquest]

here's the reason you procrastinate

based on Fuschia Sirois' research

everyone procrastinate at some point. research suggests that almost 1 in 4 people procrastinate on a fairly regular basis, and the rates are even higher among college and university students ( 50% of them procrastinate regularly and about 85-90% do so occasionally ).

because procrastination is so common we tend not to put too much thought into it, in the end what is the problem? it's just delay.

well, it's not. actually procrastination is harmful delay ( so defined by the researchers ); it is a form of delay which is:

voluntary

unnecessary

involves important tasks which you intended to do

people often underestimate the consequences of procrastination and how debilitating and harmful it can be. if you delay dealing with ( for example ) your academic works, of course you can expect some negative results in that area, but what about the collateral consequences of it?

research has shown that people who have problems with procrastination have low physical and mental health and practice less healthy behaviors. they deal with depression, stress and anxiety.

just think about the enormous amount of stress that procrastination brings: first of all, constantly chasing deadlines. deadlines can nag anyone, even those who don't struggle with delaying, but then it ends, the job is turned in, and everything goes back to normal. for procastinators this is not the case, they will keep putting off important things and will constantly end up with an imminent deadline.

so, if it's so harmful for your health, why do people do it? some people think it's about laziness or poor time managment, but actually:

laziness isn't procrastination. if you're lazy you don't have the energy to do anything, instead procrastinators are always busy with a thousand non-essential tasks to do, in fact they avoid doing one specific task, not every task ( for example if i need to study, but i'm procrastinating it, i end up cleaning my room )

poor time managment it's actually a symptom of procrastination, not a cause.

from a psychological perspective the origins of procrastination are rooted in negative emotions and the urge to cope with them through avoidance. so actually procrastination is about poor mood managment, not poor time managment.

procrastination starts when we have a task that's unpleasant, but we have to do it. and we use procrastination then as a way to get relief from those negative emotions associated with the task, so basically it's not even about avoiding the task, but it's about avoid the negative emotions that we associate with the task.

we need to avoid stress and aversive feeling that come with the task, especially when we don't feel like we can manage those negative emotions at the moment. so we take the task, we put it aside, and it's instant relief. it's fast, it's easy and it works for a little while, then that sense of shame, guilt and self-blame starts to kick in.

so why do we keep procrastinating? for that sense of relief, because that made us feel rewarded and we tend to repeat behaviors that rewarded us. this can easily lead to a cycle of procrastination.

however, the negative thoughts that we have ( "why didn't i start earlier?", "i'm letting myself down" etc. ) don't actually make us take action. they just add layers of layers on pre-existing negativity.

so how do you get out of the procastination cycle?

go back to valuing your task, if it's so important that you do it, remind yourself why you are doing it

remember that we tend to overestimate the discomfort that a given challenge will bring us. probably your task isn't even that time-consuming, unpleasant and frustrating

be compassionate and and forgive yourself, it's an effective strategy to reduce the negative emotions associated with the task. you are not the first nor the last person to procrastinate, we are all human and we all make mistakes. research has shown that doing so reduces the risk of procastination.

hope you enjoyed this little explanation, here's my sources: https://youtu.be/xTEPNxx0MsA

[i9eto]

❛ you must be haunting me ᯓ

TAGS ◝ nsfw, fingering, pussy slapping, mentions of choking, spanking, degrading, name calling (bitch, whore, etc), slightly dub-con, non-consensual filming, office sex, public sex, exhibitionist, slight spitting, profanities

PAIRING ◝ geto suguru x f!reader, tiniest bit of gojo satoru x f!reader

SUMMARY ◝ you and suguru are not an item, but that’s not gonna stop him from punishing you for being too friendly with a client that he knows all too well.

NOTE ◝ might make a part two with gojo x reader x geto but what do i know...

“i didn’t think you’d be such an easy girl.” his voice was as sharp as his gaze were as he stared you down. you held yourself back from flinching at his words, “i don’t know why you’d be so bothered.” you managed to answer, which displeased your CFO even more. “bothered?” he repeated your choice of word, his voice an octave higher. “of course i’m bothered. my secretary acting like a whore in front of our investors.” he scoffed, walking over to you, his steps sounded heavy. “do you like him?”

he let the atmosphere fall silent for a second, staring down at you from his height. when you opened your mouth to speak, that idea quickly died as he roughly grabbed you by the chin, pressing your cheeks together with his fingers. his grip forced your lips to part ever so slightly, and suguru leaned down to your level.

“you had fun flirting with gojo?” suguru asked, his voice low and his face was close enough for his breath to brush against your skin ever so slightly. “i- i wasn’t—” you barely managed to force the words out, before he cut you again, “you had fun making a fool out of the image this company had built so hard? you enjoyed slutting yourself out?” you couldn’t really answer him because his grip was very much still there. “n-no, i… that wasn’t my intention,” you squeaked out.

however, he wasn’t convinced. suguru’s eyes narrowed even more, his lips pursed as he spat right over your parted lips. you grimaced ever so slightly, your eyebrows kneading together. before you could bring your hand to your lips to wipe his spit off of you, he quickly stopped you. “lick them clean,” he ordered, shoving your face to the side roughly when he let go of you, making you cry out softly.

you did as you were told, but you weren’t gonna go down without a fight. you glared at the man as he leaned his hip against his desk, watching you. “even if i was flirting with gojo-san,” you started off, taking a few steps towards him — your heels clicking against the office tiles. “why do you care? we hooked up once. it doesn’t make us an item.” you pointed out, pressing your index fingers against his chest as if to provoke him even further.

your provocation seemed to have work, his hand gripping your wrist to prevent you from poking his chest any further. he spun you around, bending you over his desk. “aren’t you just the sweetest girl ever?” it wasn’t really a question, just pure sarcasm. 

his free hand roamed down the part of your body where your thighs were exposed, then he trailed his hand further up, pulling your skirt upwards to expose your ass for him. “you probably wish this was satoru doing this to you, hm?” he continued throwing questions to you as his hand fondled your ass not so gently, while his other hand continued holding you down.

“you pervert! groping me in your own office? what if someone sees you doing this?” you asked, looking at him from the corner of your eyes. “do you think i give a fuck?” suguru’s voice was sharp, he lifted his hand from your ass momentarily, before going back down to deliver a smack to your ass. the sudden sensation made you gasp and squirm beneath him. “you like to talk a lot of shit. you love running your fucking mouth. i’m still your superior, bitch!” he hissed angrily, smacking your ass again.

“s-stop– ngh!” you groaned in pain, you feel his nails dug into your back, tearing the thin piece of clothing that was your panties. you looked back in shock, squirming in protest against his hold, wanting to hit him for ruining the piece of fabric. “stop?” he asked, squeezing your ass cheek hard, then slapping against your now exposed ass hard enough to leave his handprint. “would you tell satoru to stop too?” he asked, leaning down against your back until you could feel his breath fanning you in your ear.

his tongue began to lick around your earlobe, biting down on it hard enough to get a low moan out of you. your body instinctively reacting as you arched your back, your ass rubbing against his clothed cock, but he was barely aroused, just pissed off. “you like this, don’t you? you like being treated like a dog, don’t you? you like being at my beck and call, like a bitch in heat.” he cooed, his words so cruel but his voice so sweet, his fingers going down to trace the line of your cunt that was turning wet. “how many fingers can you take before you start turning noisy?” he asked, and you shook your head.

“n-no! none! sugu– i-i mean, geto-san, we’ll get in serious trouble if we get caught.” you pleaded, unable to hide the moan as he pressed his finger against your clit that was beginning to harden, “that wasn’t my question.” he said sternly, his finger was beginning to press and rub against your clit, making your thighs involuntarily shake in pleasure. you closed your eyes as you bit your lip to the sensation.

however, that pleasure was short lived when he brought his finger to a halt, slapping your cunt with his large hand instead, “you really do turn stupid when you get fucked.” he almost growled when he said those words, “i said how many fingers, you stupid whore?” he repeated his question, slapping you right in your pussy again, and you knew you’d have to answer him this time. “t-two.” you answered with a whimper.

“hm.” he huffed, his fingers going back to pinch your and press against your clit as if to reward you. then, without a warning, he inserted two of his fingers into your cunt, making a scissor-like motion to spread you open. the stimulation made you whine in pleasure, your body jolting forward — making his desk squeak from the friction of being pushed. your lip was swollen from how hard you were biting on it to keep quiet.

he continued to move his fingers in and out of you, playing with your folds, the tip of his fingers hitting the spongy spot that you could never reach on your own. your eyes rolled back in pleasure and your hands gripped the edge of suguru’s office desk as hard as you could. “that’s where you’re weak, huh?” he teased, pressing against that spot, you slowly begin to gring your hips against his fingers.

suguru released you from his hold, turning you around and tugging the tie you donned on, choking you. “ngh!” you choked out, your toes curling under the heels you were wearing as suguru purposely continued to hit that sweet spot inside of you multiple times with his fingers. “let’s see if you can still behave like a good little puppy with three fingers in, hm?” he didn’t wait for your answer — another one of his thick, calloused fingers was quickly shoved into your cunt.

you felt stuffed, and you spread your thighs a little more to provide a little more space inside your pussy; though it barely made much of a difference. “your mouth says no but your pussy keep tightening more and more at the thought of being caught,” he pointed out, staring at your flushed face. the wet sound of his fingers going in and out of your filled the office room.

“look at you.” he continued, taking a good look at your expression. your eyes were rolled back, you were biting your lip and drool was trailing down to your chin from the corner of your mouth. while his fingers busied themselves by thrusting in and out of you, his other hand went to squeeze your breast. His thumb rubbing against your clothed nipple. the bud was hardened enough for him to feel over your blouse. he leaned down to your clothed chest, biting, and sucking on your hardened bud.

that made your nipple more sensitive, and the feeling of it constantly grazing against your work clothes was making your body weak — and it was a slightly painful sensation as he continued to suck against your nipple through your clothes.

“oh! s’guru, t-there! oh, mmf!” you moaned. you were aware of how gross you sounded like — considering that you were doing this in his office, his workers were right outside, after all. “don’t call me that. i’m your boss.” he muttered, pushing a fourth finger in. you threw your head back as you moaned his name again, your thighs spasming.

“why don’t you be a sweetheart for me and let me hear you moan satoru’s name.” he told you, his voice going back to that gentle and sweet tone that everyone knew and loved to hear, his lips leaving your breast and finding its way to kiss you down your throat, sucking and biting against your soft skin but careful enough not to leave any mark.

“w-what?” you asked breathlessly, your mind a little too foggy to fully process what he was saying. you were far more focused on grinding your hips against his fingers, rubbing your clit against his palm for some extra friction.

“moan his name.” he repeated, his middle finger pressing against your g-spot, using the calloused pad of his finger to rub against it roughly. you whimpered as your back arched in overwhelming pleasure. “s-satoru!” you moaned out, “s’toru!” you moaned again as suguru continued to rub your sensitive spot.

your eyes were closed shut, and you were lost in the pleasure. your hips were grinding down frantically against his hand — desperate to cum.

unbeknownst to you, suguru had pulled out his phone, his screen was on facetime with satoru, letting the other man see the state that you were in. “satoru! hng, m’gonna cum! i’m gonna cum, sugu- ah, satoru!” you moaned, your thighs shaking intensely, even satoru could hear the wet sounds coming from your pussy.

satoru stared at his phone screen, suguru’s secretary coming undone right in front of his eyes while your lush lips moaned his name. he had to give it to suguru, that kinky bastard. his hand quickly went down to palm his own cock, feeling his slacks starting to tighten in the middle of work. “fuck,” he muttered softly as he stared at your body through the phone. he wasn’t sure if he should regret or be glad that he had answered suguru’s call.

suguru continued moving his fingers in and out of you, his pace quickening. “keep moaning his name.” he said, looking at how your eyes were still closed — blissfully unaware that you were on display from another man. “gonna cum, gonna cum!” you shrieked, your back arching as you let out a long moan, “sa… satoru…!”

he felt his fingers turning sticky, your cum rolling down everywhere on his palm. he pulled his hand away, and that was when you finally opened your eyes again, your stomach falling when you realised what was going on. suguru showed the screen to your face, seeing satoru’s slightly flushed and aroused expression, and you caught a glimpse of the way his arm was moving — was he jerking off?

“i was wondering why someone of your caliber was able to get a position as high as you did. i mean, you’re not that bright. i guess being your boss’ pet gets you to places, huh? maybe you can come work for me some time. i can pay you way more, baby.” satoru suggested shamelessly. your cheeks started heating up in embarrassment. but before you could answer, though, suguru had already hung up the call for the both of you.

[daisykihannie]

𝚂𝚠𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 | 𝙺.𝙷𝙹

Pairing: Hongjoong x afab!Reader

Warnings: Smut, nsfw, weird, established relationship, p in v, unprotected sex, fluff, crack, body swapped, kind of self-sex?? etc.

A/N: My brain is running on approximately 3hrs of sleep and my brain had a blurb and i cannot go to sleep until i get this written. Also, i couldn’t decide who to write this for sooooo Hongjoongie it is<3

When you woke up this morning, you felt the weight of your boyfriend’s head on your chest. Apparently at some point in the night he started clinging to you instead of you clinging to him. You weren’t really sure how, why, or when the two of you swapped sides on the bed but he was now sleeping to the left of you.

Your eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep and you went to stretch just your legs a bit so that you wouldn’t move too much and wake him. Your foot collided with the wall, further proof that you were currently sleeping on Hongjoong’s side of the bed but why were you so cramped on a king sized bed?

Shaking off the compiling thoughts all correlating to your current position, you looked down to your chest, wanting to see how adorable he’d look clinging to you like a koala. Instead you were met with a mop of hair that was not your boyfriends. Actually it was your hair and your face and your body pressed against… Hongjoong’s body?

You were looking at your form on top of Hongjoong’s but from Hongjoong’s point of view. After who knows how long of just staring, your brain finally caught up and in the blink of an eye you were scrambling away from your body. You tripped over the covers you didn’t think to throw off first and landed hard on the floor before moving further away. You stared at the stirring figure in bed as you increased the distance between the two of you until your back collided with the full length mirror in the corner of your room that was pointed towards the bed.

“Mmmm” Hongjoong grumbled and sat up with a yawn, still not opening his eyes or- your eyes? You were far past the point of confusion and your brain was constantly misfiring while trying to comprehend your current situation.

Your boyfriend scrubbed his eyes with the back of his hand as he spoke, “What’s wrong?” his voice was low but it was significantly higher than normal considering it was actually your voice and not his. “Why do I sound-“ his sentence was cut off when he finally opened his eyes and looked at you and instead of seeing his partner, he was staring at himself and his partner was actually visible in the reflection of the mirror, staring back at him.

His eyes grow wide and they flicked back and forth between himself and the reflection in the mirror, his brain was probably going through the same agonizing misfiring as your own but neither of you were fully panicking for some reason. Had it not fully caught up with you two yet? Were you both too tired to care? No, you both cared, a lot really, but maybe it just wasn’t all that scary since you two were dating and have been together for years.

“D-did we- are you- am i-“ Hongjoong couldn’t finish a single string of words and his thoughts weren’t any better. You just nodded, wide eyes locked with the others as you both silently worked through everything in your heads. “We…” Hongjoong started. “Body… swapped…” you spoke for the first time, slightly jumping from the startling and unfamiliar bass in your voice. This is fucking insane.

“o…kay…” that single word that your boyfriend spoke was heavy and drawn out. The reality finally fully settling in now and you tried to get off the floor but your legs were far too weak to hold your weight, the adrenaline causing your knees to buckle and you fell back to the floor. Hongjoong, seeing you falling, moved to try and catch you but you met the floor first. His own knees buckled only a short distance from you as well, causing his knees to meet the floor harshly.

You both looked at each other and your non-functioning legs and you were the first one to start giggling, trying to hold them in but when Hongjoong burst into his own explosive fit of laughter, trying to hold them in was useless and you two were both giggling messes. After a long fit of laughing, you both ended up clutching your sides when they began to ache.

Hongjoong had your body doubled over the arm around his abdomen and you had Hongjoong’s body on its back on the floor, writhing around and kicking his legs. It took a minute of heavy breathing for you two to stop laughing and just looked at each other. Even though you were kind of looking at yourselves, that same expression full of love and adoration was visible in each other’s eyes.

“So um- Babe?” you called out and he tilted his head slightly to the side, showing he was listening. “Why is your dick hard?” you asked, a redness creeping up your neck. “Huh?” he asked and looked down at his body’s groin, momentarily forgetting that he didn’t have his dick anymore. “My body doesn’t have a dick.” you coo teasingly and Hongjoong looks to your body, seeing the tent that was obvious in the loose fitting plaid pajama pants he wore.

“Oh. I guess even with your brain, my body still reacts to you the same as if it was my brain in there.” he says and reaches forward to start stroking the hard-on you were sporting. Your body jolted away from his touch at the unfamiliar feeling, letting out a soft gasp. “Sorry- that felt… weird.” the blush that had settled into a soft pink was bright red again with embarrassment.

“It’s okay baby. How about i help you out yeah? Since it’s my cock, i know what feels good.” He suggested and you took a moment to think about it, cock twitching in excitement at the thought. “I have always wondered what you feel like when you fuck me…” you trailed off, looking away from your boyfriend who was still staring at you. “Oh? Well, i guess you finally get to find out.” his tone sensual but completely different than the low growl his own vocal cords normally took on.

He held his hand out to you so he could help you get to the bed. It was weird to be led to the bed by your slightly smaller body, to be dominated by yourself but kissing felt mostly the same considering you could close your eyes. But when your pants were removed and you felt that first stripe licked up the underside of your cock, you couldn’t help the deep guttural groan that escaped you. When warm lips wrapped around the head and a soft tongue was moving up and down in tandem with the plush pink muscle moving up and down your length, you couldn’t help the way your hips bucked and spasmed at the overwhelming feeling.

This was a completely different experience than getting head normally. Hongjoong knew what he was doing from learning what does and doesn’t feel good during blowjobs. He knew exactly what spots were most sensitive and made sure to focus on those. It didn’t seem to bother him that he was technically sucking his own cock which only helped him to fully fit into his role.

Once you felt a familiar knot begin forming in your lower stomach, the muscles of Hongjoong’s abs constricting ever so slightly and your moans growing more airy, he pulled off with a pop. You whined at the ruined orgasm but you knew that he only stopped because if you came now, you wouldn’t get to feel what it’s like for Hongjoong to fuck you.

After a few moments of the both of you breathing heavily, he was climbing up your body. He sat himself on your pelvis and pulled the pajama shorts, on his temporary body, to the side to expose your dripping cunt. He began to roll his hips over the expanse of his cock, fully drenching it in your fluids.

Neither of you could contain the soft, airy moans that left your throats at the new feeling. Once you were both well lubed with your fluids, he lifted his hips off your pelvis. He reached in front of himself to grab his cock and line it up with your hole. He lined it up and then took a deep breath, feeling nervous for the first time now that he realized he was about to be impaled by a cock.

His larger hands met the hip bones of your body and began to massage them soothingly. “Baby, remember that it’s my body. My body is comfortable taking your cock. It’s nothing new to the body you’re in so it’ll only feel good.” you reassured him and that seemed to help him a bit but he was still struggling to physically impale himself.

“Here, let me help.” you said and got a tighter grip on his hips, moving him just low enough for the tip to be inside so he wouldn’t have to hold his cock anymore. “You can let go now, grab my hands so you’re holding them.” you cooed and he did that, grabbing the backs of your hands that remain on his hips. Once his breathing calmed and he nodded softly, you began moving him further onto your cock.

He took it inch by inch, the stretch causing his jaw to go slack in a silent moan and his thighs began to quiver at the overwhelming amount of pleasure he was feeling. You weren’t really fairing much better, once your cock was buried to the hilt and Hongjoong was able to relax and just rest with your cock buried inside him, you felt his hole tensing over your length.

“oh- fuck. Is- is that what it- shit! f-feels like when- when my pussy f-f-flutters?” speaking was extra hard with the overwhelming, and very very new, sensations you were feeling. It was so wet, warm and tight inside of him. It was like your cock was wrapped in the softest, wettest, and somehow the most tingling sponges ever. It was heavenly.

He nodded and let out a shuddering breath. “I d-didn’t think about h-how every time we fuck… oh shit… your pussy m-muscles have to st-stretch like this…” he was not keeping his composure as well as he normally did. “F-feel good?” you ask, lungs still heaving but getting better. He nodded with his eyes still shut. “s-so fucking good.” he moaned out and did an experimental roll of his hips.

“Fuck… i’m not g-gonna last long Jagi…” he whimpered softly, voice cracking slightly. “I-it’s okay joonie… I’m n-not either.” you replied, a moan following as he began bouncing up and down despite his legs shaking. You grabbed his hips and held him in place an inch or two above your pelvis. You bent your knees to give yourself some leverage to move, “let me.” was all you said and Hongjoong was grateful for the offer because he was incredible sensitive everywhere and his brain was struggling.

You began to jack hammer into his body, the way you love being fucked the most, punching wanton moans from him and grunts from yourself. You were both crying out each others names and a lot of “Fuck”s,”shit”s, and ”oh my god”s. It didn’t take long for the knot in your abdomen to snap, slamming his smaller frame down hard on top of yourself as you spilled inside of him and his body began convulsing through its own orgasm.

After a few moments, both your bodies collapsed from exhaustion, his body becoming dead weight on top of yours while your cock was still buried inside him. At that moment it was like someone clapped and you were now on top of him, his cock buried inside you. “oh thank fuck-“ you groaned, feeling more at peace now that you were back in your own body.

“Holy fuck… we both had the most insane orgasms and we swap back… how fucked is that.” a spiteful chuckle left his chest after he finished speaking, both of you a bit too exhausted to care about anything more than being in your own bodies again and being held by the person who had become your home, in post orgasm bliss.

[togglesbloggle]

Why do you think tumblr will die in only a few years?

Answer with jargon: a strong correlation between recent economic shifts and chaotic choices by major tech companies is most easily explained if the 'traditional' social media platforms of 2005-2020 are mostly a zero-interest rate phenomenon.

Longer answer, with less jargon: Even though Musk's takeover is making all the headlines recently, the last year has in fact seen major shakeups at many social media platforms, so Twitter is actually part of a trend. Almost inevitably, these are cases of social media companies trying to find a way to squeeze more money out of their userbase (Reddit), cut costs dramatically (Twitter), or both. This marks a sudden departure from a much more relaxed attitude towards revenue in the Pictures Of Cats industry, where the focus was historically more on expanding the userbase to a global scale and then counting on world domination to sort of <????> and then the company would become profitable eventually.

We joke, correctly, that Tumblr has never been profitable. But the entire structure of ad-supported content curation between human users is deeply suspect as a business model; IIRC Twitter was never profitable either, and Facebook has been juicing its numbers in very shenanigany ways. Discord was actually making money on net last I checked, at least a bit, so they're not all completely in the hole. But even if you take the accounting figures at face value, none of these companies has anything like the amount of money that their cultural prominence would suggest. Instead, they're heavily fueled by investment dollars, money given by super-rich people and institutions in the expectation that fueling the growth of the company now will pay off with interest later.

So what changed?

I'm not an expert here, but I'll do my best to muddle through. The American Federal Reserve has one mandate that dominates all others (sometimes called the 'dual mandate'), and one primary tool that it uses to enforce that mandate. The goal is to maintain low (but nonzero) rates of inflation and unemployment, which in their models are deeply interlinked phenomena. The tool is 'rate hikes', or more specifically, tweaking the mandatory rate of interest that banks charge one another when making loans.

As a particular consequence of this, hiking the rate also means that bonds start paying out much better. When the rate hike goes through, that affects people who let the government borrow their personal cash- that is, people who buy bonds- as well as institutions like banks that lend to one another. A rate hike means that you, personally, can make a little extra money by letting the government borrow it for a while. The federal government of the US is a rock-solid low-risk choice for this kind of moneymaking scheme, so the federal interest rate sort of defines the 'number to beat'; to attract investors, a company has to give those investors money at a better percentage than whatever the feds are offering. Particularly since a company is a lot more likely to go out of business than the state!

To wrap this back around to the Pictures Of Cats industry: the higher the rate hike, the better your company needs to be doing (or the less risky it needs to be as an option) to attract big investment dollars. Very high rates make it very hard to convince people to invest in business activity rather than the government itself, and very low rates put moonshots and big dreams on the table, investment-wise, in a way that wouldn't otherwise be possible. Social media companies were one of these big dreams.

In the great financial crisis of 2008, the Fed took the dramatic step of reducing their rate to zero, trying to juice the economy back to life. And ever since then, they've kept it there. This has produced an unprecedented amount of funding for very crazy stuff; it's part of what has allowed so many weird new tech companies (Uber, streaming services, etc.) to get so much money, so quickly, and use that to grow to massive size without a clear model of how they're ever going to make money. This state of affairs kept going for quite a while, with no clear stopping point; that zero-interest environment has been one of the shadowy forces in the background that shaped fundamental contours and limits in how our Very Online World has grown and developed. Until COVID.

Or rather, the bounce back from COVID: we suddenly saw a massive spike in inflation and an incredibly strong labor market, as employees quit in record numbers, negotiated higher salaries, and found better work, and at the same time supply chain issues and other economy stuff caused prices to climb dramatically. Recall the Fed's 'dual mandate', to control the employment rate and inflation. This was, basically, kicking them right in the jooblies. They responded in kind, finally finally raising their rates for the first time in 15 years. For some of the people reading this, it'll be the first significant shift in their entire adult lives.

The goal, as I understand it, is to fight inflation by reducing the amount of outside investment into private companies, forcing them to hire fewer people and pay smaller salaries, ultimately drawing money out of the working economy and driving prices back down by lowering demand for everything. You get paid less, so you eat out less, and buy at cheaper restaurants when you do, so restaurants have to compete harder by lowering their prices; seems pretty dodgy to me as a theory, but it's the theory. And the first part will almost certainly work- companies are going to see less investment.

For social media companies that are still paying most of their salaries with investor dollars instead of revenues, this is especially catastrophic. Without outside investment, they're just a massive pile of expenses waiting to happen, huge yearly costs in developer salaries and server fees. This is why, all of a sudden, every social media company is suddenly making bonkers decisions. They're noticing that nobody wants to give them any more money! So they're trying to figure out how to live a lot more cheaply, to actually somehow for reals turn their giant userbases in to some kind of actual revenue stream, or both.

Tumblr is kind of the ur-example of this kind of thing, supporting a very large userbase with no coherent plan whatsoever to start paying its staff with our dollars instead of investors' dollars. When interest rates were low and Scrooge McDuck had nowhere else to hide his pile of gold coins, a crazy kid with a dream was the best alternative available to him. But now, unless something changes, he's going to notice he can just buy bonds instead, and that crazy kid can go take a hike.

That's why I think Tumblr is living on borrowed time, though I don't know how much. Like all cartoons, the economy doesn't really fall off a cliff until somebody looks down and notices they've been standing on thin air this whole time. But they always fall eventually; that's the gag.

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HOW I’VE BEEN SUCESSFULLY LOSING WEIGHT: Notes from a former binge eater ♥️

*this guide is to show how ~I~ do things and offer advice on how to do it MY way. I am in no way encouraging anyone to do themselves harm. First off,

HEALTH IS WEALTH.

That being said.. this is literally the longest I’ve ever gone without bingeing. It’s just,,, easy this time. Once you get a feel of what it’s like to be skinny you just don’t crave junk as much anymore bc you KNOW it’s not worth it. The trick is to eat clean 90% of the time and allow your favorite treats 10% do the time. Fit them into your calorie limit!!! Here’s some personal favorites that have helped me lose like 20lbs in the past 2 months.

I tend to do one higher- calorie drink during the day (protein shake, Starbucks, etc) and one healthy filling but low cal meal and a sweet snack at the end of the night.

LOW CALORIE 90%

Mediterranean salad (~150): mixed greens, chopped bell peppers, cherry tomatoes, red onion. Little bit of feta cheese. Balsamic vinegar (not dressing or vinegarette!!!!) I don’t add meat but you could totally add chicken for low cal high protein choice. You could also add olives but I don’t fw them.

Chocolate Protein shakes from the gas station (loll). They’re 220 cal on average and a great treat. Strawberry one is good too.

SEAWEED SNACKS they’re literally 30-60 calories for a pack and kill my urge to eat chips!!! Please give them a try!

Soups. Soups that are already portioned and have the calorie amount posted. I add extra seasonings and spice to boost metabolism.

Coffee!! With almond milk and a little coffee creamer. It’s worth the calories if you want a coffee just make one it’s better than going to Starbucks.

Sushi: I’m vegetarian so I get an avocado and cucumber roll. It’s so good with fresh ginger and a little soy sauce. Sometimes I will be craving it allllllll day and have it as my OMAD so rewarding 🥹

Miso soup>>>>>> add tofu and seaweed and onions!! And mushrooms if you like them.

Monster Ultra energy drinks,,,, yeah I know they’re bad for you but I love them.

Fruits!!! I especially love strawberries, watermelon, cherries, blackberries, pineapple and mangoes.

TREATS 10%

Trail mix: dried cherries, pecans, walnuts, pistachios, cashews. High in calories but perfect for killing hunger. High protein keeps you full and muscles strong, high healthy fats will keep your hair and skin and nails beautiful.

Chocolates: SMALL PORTIONS. if you can’t eat just eat a piece without bingeing, do NOT buy a big bag. what I do is I buy a bar of whatever chocolate I’m craving for my bf and we share it piece by piece. Dark chocolate, milk chocolate, white, hazelnut, with coffee beans, with toffee, fruits, chocolate is the best thing ever 🍫

Starbucks! My fav drinks are matcha lattes (hot/iced), iced white chocolate mocha, caramel macchiato, and occasionally a pumpkin spice latte. Peppermint mochas on the holidays. Oat milk always

Baked goods. Same deal as the chocolate, ONLY BUY THE PORTION YOURE GOING TO EAT. If you have been craving a croissant, go get one. One. Don’t buy a whole dozen of them. You will end up bingeing trust me. My favs are cinnamon rolls <3

Habits

I’m going to the gym!!! Consistently for the first time in my life. It doesn’t have to be anything crazy. Spend 30 min on the treadmill alternating between incline walking and easy paced jogging. Put on a YouTube video. Wear pink and bring a cute water bottle. You have to make an experience out of it! I stick to cardio and full body stretches plus ocasional (light) strength workouts w my bf.

I don’t drink anymore. Just 🍃. Alc is so high in sugar and carbs and it’s literally poison bro. I know it’s hard to stop but once you do you’ll feel so much better.

I rarely weigh myself. I’m at my bfs house all the time so I only step on my scale maybe 3 times a month. It’s been a game changer!!!

MINDSET

I practice mindfulness and speak kindly to myself. Basically sweetspo + affirmations to myself all the time.

Taking more pride in your appearance will also help motivate you. You think you’ll still want to binge after you took a full body shower, clean PJ’s or outfit, painted your nails, skincare and makeup done, whitened your teeth and lit a candle? No thanks.

Limit stupid, negative, useless media consumption. Watch things that have to do with your hobbies/ interests and your social media algorithms begin to kinda clean themselves up over time. My pages are all about exercise, study blogs, beauty tips and sciencey stuff. No more drama or celebrity nonsense. Cut down your following!!

Remember you only have one life on earth. You’re young and hot once. Don’t you want to grab this chance while you have it? Unfortunately your beauty is your currency especially as a woman, so if there’s anything I can do to give myself a better life I will. Losing just a few pounds of fat will make the craziest difference in ways you’d never expect. Free and discounted stuff. More people smile at you and listen to what you have to say. Both literal and figurative doors will be opened for you.Clothes fit better bc they’re more flattering when your body is fit and healthy. While it feels good to get validation from other people, the best part of it is looking in the mirror and feeling proud instead of ashamed. The inner confidence that comes from successful transformation………….there’s no other feeling that compares. If you know, you know. I’m just saying,, the choice is yours 🤷🏼‍♀️