#literally desperate for someone to talk to about it

[forcedinniter]

No the victim blaming is so painful. It's like... I know I was the one who started talking about the Dream SMP and FanFiction but also... maybe have you considered that there's something in my brain that desperately wants to talk about it all the time?

I try and stop talking about it (hell, I'm literally in therapy for anxiety) but at some point the floodgates open and everyone realises I'm weird as fuck. And then what can I do? Nobody wants a meaningful discussion about how society demonises the activities of teenage girls, especially non-mainstream activities of teenage girls (not saying fanfiction is just for teenage girls but that's certainly the stereotype). Nobody wants to understand that their stereotypes about non-mainstream interests (particularly those with sexual connotations) aren't true.

It's much more entertaining to think that I'm some smut addict who wanks off to porn about someone who was aged 16 at the time he became popular (which is obviously not true) than it is to understand what I'm really telling them.

And then when people are awful to you, there are so many of them that they can paint you as the irrational one. It was January-February. I wanted the windows shut. The ones I was sat right in front of whereas everyone else was away from them. There was ice on the ground. Things are lied about and information is omitted and then you're the one who's causing a scene for asking things to be dealt with.

I had a chair thrown at me and the first thing I was asked when I went into the office (15 minutes after the thrower was sent) was 'what did you do?'. Literally on the walk there the teaching assistant (who was not there for me but was helping to deal with the situation) sympathised with me and said how hard it would be to get anything done about it because of how much everyone in that class hated me for being weird and... *checks notes* wanting a window shut in winter???

A boy in that class later confessed that nobody there was actually hot (the windows didn't need to be open) and that this one girl who always opened the windows behind me and complained about being hot just hated me and wanted to get at me and everyone else joined in for fun, opening the windows with her every time I focused on my work so that they could watch me freak out. I was so paranoid that someone was opening the window. I was so cold. And they found it funny???

Emails I read from my head of year to my parents detailed wrong or misleading information she had clearly been told by other members of my year. Other people in my year had clearly lied on statements they'd written to get out of trouble and I was never asked to fact-check despite also being there. Even if I had, who would believe one person over 40?

And the yelling of my name. Calling me 'Mummy [forcedinniter]' because the idea of me being actually sexually desirable was a massive joke. I couldn't use certain routes at school because I was harassed so often.

So many issues, so many minor issues, wouldn't have been an issue if I'd had someone on my side, a friend next to me. But I didn't, and schools simply don't appreciate that.

The education system does not support victims of large-scale targeted harassment, does not support the victims of institutional bullying. Why? Because it's too much work. I was blamed because it was easier for staff to say '[forcedinniter] caused a scene unnecessarily about a non-issue' like windows or a little bit of name-calling than it was to say 'half the school is picking on an isolated, vulnerable member of this school and I am doing nothing about it because I can't be bothered to do my job'.

These events happened at a school I'd gone to through a managed move, done because of the exact same situation at my last school. My head of year knew I was struggling, isolated and vulnerable. She knew, because she knew exactly why I moved to that school. At first, she was helpful. Then I became too much work for her and it was easier to do nothing at all.

What can you do about bullying on a large scale? Put everyone in detention? (I knew the names of about an eighth of my year at best, a useful tool for tormentors) Maybe... write a letter to someone? (What would they do?)

The truth is that there is no way, but not even punishing the individual, to blame me instead? That was and is inexcusable.

every piece of ""autistic representation"" in hollywood sucks not just because of the infantalization and inspiration porn but because movie executives always fail to realize the real universal autistic experience: spending your childhood slowly and unfalteringly realizing all of your friends not so secretly hated and/or merely tolerated you at best and you've missed every social signal about it ever

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Oh my goodness, lovely! I was reading some of the new prompts and had to put in another order! Every order has been spectacular as always!

[𝟷.𝟷] [2.21 with a mixture of friends with benefits] [𝟹.5] [𝟺.3]

☕️ cams fic diner – order 106

🍒 thank you: to the girlies who thought it was just casual — until he told the whole world you were his. to the ones who want the jealousy, the tension, the possessive love.this one’s yours.

💬 “Say You’re Mine”

✨ description & prompts:

- character: Jack Hughes

- prompt: 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 — 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎

- tropes: friends with benefits, jealousy, possessiveness, hurt/comfort

✨🧁🍒🛼

It started on a Wednesday.

Post-game. Buzzed. Tired. Jack offered to walk you home, and you said yes. You were friends, mostly. Not best friends, not strangers — something in between. A little flirty. A little dangerous.

In the elevator, he kissed you. Just once, soft and unsure.

You kissed him back harder.

That first night was quick and desperate. Clothes tugged, backs arched, hands roaming like neither of you wanted to think. It was good — too good — and in the morning, you made a rule:

No labels. No feelings. No sleepovers.

Jack agreed with a shrug and a crooked smile. “Yeah,” he said, “we’re chill.”

Except he came back the next night.

And again. And again.

And three months passed — full of tangled sheets, quiet mornings that shouldn’t have happened, and texts that weren’t just hookups.

You didn’t know what it was.

You didn’t ask.

Because maybe if you didn’t name it, it couldn’t fall apart.

⸻

You’re lying in bed when your phone blows up.

LUKE:

“my girl” ??? bro is this YOU or do i need to start swinging

QUINN:

yo what the hell did jack just say to the press??

LUKE (again):

check nhl ig rn. you’re literally trending.

You open the clip. It’s Jack — post-game, still in gear, hair damp with sweat.

A reporter asks what’s changed lately.

Jack grins. “I’ve got someone special. My girl’s been keeping me grounded. Helps me focus.”

Your heart stutters.

My girl?

You’re stunned. Frozen. You’d never had that conversation. You weren’t even sure you could call him your friend, let alone something more.

And the worst part?

Until last week, you’d been casually seeing someone else. It wasn’t serious — just drinks and distraction. Nothing physical beyond a kiss.

But now, hearing Jack talk about you like you’re his?

You want to throw up.

⸻

His place. Two nights later.

He opens the door with a smile.

“Hey,” he says. “You look good.”

You walk in without answering. His brow furrows.

“I saw the interview,” you say.

Jack blinks. “Oh. Okay.”

“You said I’m your girl.”

He nods. “Yeah? I mean… you are.”

You cross your arms. “Jack. We never said that. You said no labels.”

“I didn’t think I had to say it,” he replies. “I thought it was obvious.”

You swallow. “Jack, I didn’t know. I’ve been seeing someone else.”

Silence.

His jaw clenches. He steps back like you hit him.

“Are you serious?”

“It wasn’t serious. I didn’t sleep with them. I just— I thought you didn’t want more.”

“So you just… what?” he says, voice low. “Kept fucking me while shopping around?”

You flinch. “It wasn’t like that.”

His voice sharpens. “Did he touch you?”

“No.”

“But you let him kiss you.”

You don’t answer. You don’t need to.

Jack exhales hard. “Un-fucking-believable.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I didn’t know.”

He studies you. Eyes hurt, angry — something deeper under the surface.

“Do you still want him?” he asks.

You shake your head. “No.”

“Then let me remind you what you do want.”

⸻

You try to leave.

You really do.

You’re half out the door when Jack catches your wrist and hauls you back in. Mouth on yours, hands in your hair, a kiss that tastes like frustration and need and something darker underneath.

It’s a blur — breathless and sharp — as he backs you into the kitchen counter. Lifts you like you weigh nothing. Sets you down, grabs your thighs, spreads them open.

Your breath hitches. He drags your shorts down — not gentle — and hooks one of your legs over his shoulder as he drops to his knees.

“Jack—”

His mouth shuts you up.

Hot, wet, ravenous — his tongue drags over you with filthy precision. He groans against your cunt like he’s been starved for it.

“You gonna let some other guy touch you like this?” he growls between licks. “Let him kiss you?”

“N-no,” you whimper.

“You let him?” His voice is hoarse. “You let him kiss you?”

Your head drops back. “I didn’t want him. I didn’t want anyone.”

He stands — eyes dark, lips wet — and kisses you hard, tasting yourself on his mouth.

“You’re mine,” Jack murmurs. “Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

“Say you never want anyone else.”

“I don’t.”

He flips you around — presses you to the counter, one arm banded across your chest. His other hand drags his cock against your folds before pushing in — slow and deep, filthy and furious.

You moan — loud and broken — as he fucks you through it.

“You feel that?” he mutters in your ear. “That’s mine. You’re mine.”

Every thrust drives it in — the truth of it, the weight of what you almost lost.

He doesn’t let you move. Doesn’t let you breathe.

Just holds you there — owned, used, adored.

You come with his name in your mouth.

He follows with a low groan, buried deep, his release warm and possessive.

⸻

You’re still in his bed.

Quiet. Sweaty. Spent.

Jack’s breath slows against your back, one hand splayed across your stomach.

“I didn’t mean to blindside you,” he says. “With the media. I just… I thought you felt the same.”

You nod, eyes stinging. “I did. I do. I just— I got scared.”

“I was scared too,” he admits. “That I wasn’t enough. That you’d leave.”

You turn. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He kisses you gently.

Then again, softer.

“I want to be yours,” you whisper. “For real.”

“You already are,” he says, pulling you in.

And this time, there are no rules. No lines. No pretending.

You’re his.

And he’s yours.

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Actually despondent that now in addition to desiring Yokohama fic, I desperately crave The Adventures of Midoriya Izuku, Normal U.A. Student. Why is this kid so ruthlessly competent and crazy??

The funniest thing is that I'm not sure he's ever once realizes how feral he comes off to literally everyone around him. Like he probably thinks of himself as a dweeby nerd who's done an awesome job of pretending to be a rising young hero. Meanwhile, everyone around him is just going, ah yes, there's my good friend izuku. If you need alcohol, drugs, or someone locked in an underground bunker dead, he would absolutely be my first choice Could you talk a little about that, if you like?

Also if you want you share any other stories of izuku's attempts to gain practical experience, pleaseeee feel free. They are so funny. (I feel so bad for aizawa, who is at any time between 2.5 and 0 years away from understanding his insane student.)

So, I think I talked about this a little with my Daredevil fics, but I have different “versions” of characters depending on which fic they’re from. They all have the same core traits, but they’re all slightly distinct from each other because of their disparate experiences.

Pez turned into this surprise sleeper hit for me because this Izuku became one of my favorite Izuku’s based on how fucking feral and competent he is. Aizawa is worried about what he is Doing at literally all moments of the day because it quite literally could be anything. I adore him.

There’s this part in chapter 5 where Izuku is like “I committed to winging it at this school” and that is effectively what he has been doing this entire goddamn time. He has no idea what a normal high school experience is. He has since lost almost all respect for authority and thinks of rules as the things he gets around for necessity and love of the sport. You are 100% right that he thinks of himself as a sort of dweeby nerd and everyone else is like “I am actually terrified of him and how he lives.”

Izuku in pez has been “yes anding” his way through this high school experience. He thinks of what must be done And Then He Does It. He figures out if he can actually do it while he’s doing it. Fuck it, let’s see.

To a degree, the entire Dekusquad is viewed in the same light, because they are almost always on Izuku’s same bullshit. Todoroki is his ride or fucking die, Iida tells himself that he is there to supervise, Uraraka needs an outlet for her own violent tendencies, and Yaoyorozu is doing this for the love of the sport. And they also have no idea how unhinged they are. Their echo chamber is populated exclusively by them, all insane.

Fundamentally, Midoriya Izuku is someone who dug up land mines to turn himself into a makeshift rocket without advance planning or hesitation for what was, at the end of the day, a school obstacle course. He lives and dies by the immortal words “fuck it, we ball.” He is completely unaware that other people do not live this way and everyone else is too afraid to tell him.

All jokes aside, Izuku’s feral hyper competence in pez is partially the result of 1) Mirio and 2) Stain.

When Izuku first started helping Mirio train, he locked the fuck in harder than he ever has in his entire fucking life. Quirks are a huge boon to heroics, but it’s also a bit of a crutch. Heroes rely on them. Quirkless heroes wouldn’t have that option.

Mirio and Izuku developed their physical abilities and practical skills to a degree that very, very few heroes ever even attempt. Izuku always knew that a Quirkless hero couldn’t afford to be mid tier. Mirio would have to be better than every other person in the room to even have a chance. Izuku learned right alongside him.

But that just explains the hyper competence. The feral rule breaking is because of the aftermath of Stain.

Aizawa is as hard and as strict with his kids as he is because he does not want them thinking the rules do not apply to them. That’s how you end up with heroes who abuse their power. But Izuku and Todoroki specifically came into UA with an engrained belief that the rules only applied to them.

It is, again, Aizawa misunderstanding the issue with them. He doesn’t want them going off on their vigilante bullshit because they are going to be responsible for upholding the law and need them to respect it and understand it applies equally to them. But the law has never applied equally to Izuku and Todoroki. The rules have always existed to hurt them.

Izuku and Todoroki both grew up in abusive situations. When Izuku’s classmates hurt him, spewed hate at him, destroyed his things? It was fine. Izuku’s too sensitive. He’s just trying to get people in trouble over nothing. But if he so much as raised his voice? People would come down on him like a sack of bricks. Rules exist for a reason, after all. Izuku should understand that he doesn’t get exceptions.

Todoroki grew up getting beaten by the number two hero. He watched as doctors and police and his father’s employees turned a blind eye to the number two hero. But he couldn’t break his dad’s schedule without getting punished. If he started to suffocate under it all and ran off just so he could have even a second to breathe? He got picked up and dragged back and lectured by whatever hero or cop who caught him about how he should know better than to worry people and how it’s selfish to have caused this much of a fuss and he needs to be better.

And he’d sit there boiling in his own anger knowing that this devotion to the fucking rules would dry up the second it drifted towards applying to his father.

Stain sort of affirmed for Izuku and Todoroki that nothing had really changed. They broke the rules due to absolute fatal necessity. If they hadn’t done what they did, Iida and Native would be dead. They fought for their fucking lives and for the lives of the people with them.

And when they got back, they got lectured for it. They had done everything wrong. They should have picked differently. The police would never approve because they made the wrong call.

But, notably, they still got an exception from the rules. They escaped punishment. But not because they had done the right thing, no. They should have let stain kill Iida and Native both. But they’re such promising young heroes, so let’s not let this misstep trip them up.

They didn’t want to escape punishment because they were suddenly of the same category of exceptional, worthwhile person who had always kept their boot on their fucking necks. They wanted them to recognize that they made the right decision.

And then they got back to UA, and Aizawa called them out in front of everyone for making a bad call. And they were like “oh, okay. So nothing’s changed.”

The rules are arbitrary and capricious. They exist to hurt them. When people are granted exceptions, it’s not because there’s a good reason. It’s because they’re the Right Kind of Person. As a result? Izuku and Todoroki’s respect for the rules is nonexistent, and they’ve infected the rest of the Dekusquad with this attitude to an extent.

The Dekusquad doesn’t actually break rules for the sake of breaking rules. They just don’t respect the rules because the rules have been consistently applied contrary to their own ethics. They don’t break the rules that matter. But if there’s not a compelling reason to follow a rule? Fuck it, who cares. The rules don’t matter anyway. They’ve never mattered when they were the ones getting hurt.

A list of the bullshit Midoriya Izuku had done in his time at UA in the name of practical experience that has given Aizawa anxiety or would if he knew about it, abridged:

While in his first year, he and Mirio did a week-long bomb-defusing symposium during a school break for an experiential learning credit. UA students need some kind of emergency response practical credit and most people do a triage course and cross it off the list. But the national police academy also accepted hero students in their yearly course and Mirio and Izuku were like “oh fuck yeah” and signed up.

All Might signed off on this because he thought this was a wholesome activity for young people everywhere and no one told Aizawa. All Might is the spiritual team dad of the Dekusquad because he is the one most likely to say “that sounds like a wholesome activity for young people everywhere” and sign off on it

Bombs are just less of a thing nowadays. They’re obsolete. It’s like how black powder cannons aren’t so much as used because there’s better alternatives. Random people were getting born that could cause an explosion a just by sneezing. And they were cheaper and easier to hire than building a bomb, harder to track, and less likely to be discovered by a metal detector or police investigation. Bombs are still enough of a thing that very major cities maintain dedicated bomb squads but smaller cities do not. Tokyo, New York, Hong Kong, London, they have bomb squads. Anything smaller and they don’t have the funding for it, and bombs are rare enough that this hasn’t been a problem.

As a result, Izuku and Mirio are two of three people in a sixty-mile radius who maintain a bomb defusing license. The third is a seventy-three year old ex cop with a hand tremor.

They all find this out because some wannabe bank robber ends up deciding to go the bomb route because the cops wouldn’t expect it and then has to call them crying because he also doesn’t know how to turn that thing off.

Aizawa finds out that Yagi that fucker gave Izuku another reason to run towards explosions when like nine police cars pull up on the UA lawn and desperately ask for Midoriya Izuku, licensed bomb technician, because Mirio is fuck knows where doing underground spy shit and the seventy-three year old already had his half cup of coffee for the day and could not survive a game of operation, let alone a bomb

Izuku has to defuse this fucking thing with three judgmental ghosts trying to backseat drive this bomb refusal, Aizawa trying to calm himself down at the police line, and the entire Dekusquad having to be repeatedly told that they can’t just wait in the room with the bomb for Izuku to finish because they have an appointment at the mall to take a formal family portrait and Iida hates to be late

To a certain degree, the entire Dekusquad is Like This. None of them have any goddamn clue how to behave like actual children and their efforts towards experiencing normal childhood frivolity culminated in the Pizza Underground. They carved a convoluted path out of one of the most secure campuses on the planet because they had no idea how the fuck to be kids and that seemed like a normal way to start

That being said they actually had some of their best fucking times when they were sneaking out on the Pizza Underground. They didn’t use it for vigilantism—Aizawa was likely to find out about vigilantism, and they never wanted to compromise the route. They actually used it to just goof off and have fun.

The Pizza Underground is another reason in a long list of reasons why the rest of Class A is vaguely distressed by how hardcore Dekusquad is. The rest of the school is vaguely distressed by how hardcore Class A is, and the Dekusquad are the concerningly locked in ones amongst them. All of Class A knows they have a way in and out but they don’t know what it is

All Might is like 17% responsible for Dekusquad’s insanity because he takes a larger hand in Izuku’s life than the other’s students’ lives and is trying to be a good team dad for his pseudo son and his friends. But the thing is All Might is also completely insane and his agency hates him for good reason. He spent multiple decades evading his own safety nets so he could have secret mind game conflict bullshit with his nemesis without having to tell his own agency. All Might keeps taking Mirio + the Dekusquad out for “fun team building activities” which involves lessons on losing tails and variations of hunting each other for sport through Tokyo with paintball guns. He takes them for ice cream at the end and ruffles their hair

When Mirio was training for his licensing exam, he and Izuku convinced Nedzu to buy circus equipment for the school because 1) Izuku read old Batman comics and knew about Dick Grayson, and 2) they watched old pre-Quirk cirque de soleil videos and were like “that’s it that’s the vision.” Their fighting style is this ungodly mix of Krav Maga, Jujitsu, boxing, Muay Thai, aikido, and circus bullshit as a result

There’s a gif in the last chapter where Todoroki and Izuku tackle Iida to the ground shouting “Get down, Mr. President” which is based on that internet game where you and all your friends put fingers to your ear like you’re the secret service hearing something in your ear piece and the last one who hasn’t done it yet is the “President” who gets tackled by his “secret service agents” who are shouting “Get down, Mr. President.” Todoroki found a post about it online and brought it to the rest of the Dekusquad claiming that it would help them train their situational awareness. Iida said, “that sounds like a worthy goal” and has been tackled 76 times since. Iida is always Mr. President.

The Dekusquad keeps trying to go on vacation together and every single time it devolves into an international incident. The precedent that began with I-Island persisted. Aizawa stopped approving their group overnight leave requests until Momo floated a trip to her family’s private island and Aizawa approved because he figured it’d be safe enough since there were literally no other people on the island. Villains picked that night to try and steal expensive art momo’s family kept on the property and the Dekusquad locked the fuck in and terrorized those poor adult villains.

The Dekusquad is planning a two week post graduation trip through Europe and Aizawa is breathing into a paper bag. Technically they’re not His Problems by then but there is not a doubt in his fucking mind that he is going to be receiving a 3 a.m. from the Swedish authorities who want to know what’s wrong with them. He Doesn’t Know Okay.

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Omg story time you guys, this one time I was looking for summer apartments cuz my dorm lease was only till May, and I was bargaining with this guy on Facebook marketplace (or the apartment hunting page of my university at the time, idk) to lower the rent for me to sublease it (im Indian, im not paying full price if I can help it, SORRAH) and he was like I cant keep texting you, do you mind if we set up a phone call to talk about the rent and utilities and stuff? And I was like ok

So the next day I was on a bus going to Walmart (my FAV place in the WHOLE wide world, next to maybe Target lol) and it was kind of far from campus so it was a long bus ride. And then this dude I was trying to bargain with called me out of the blue. So I picked up the phone and he basically agreed with all my conditions (600 bucks a month for a one bedroom apartment, WITH all the utilities included, when the av3rage cost was like 900?!?!!?) But I didn't know how routers worked at the time, and he said I would have to get a router to connect to wifi and I panicked cuz what if I wasn't able to get the router to work? And I said I wouldn't be taking the apartment. But he was desperate to get it off his hands cuz he had just graduated, so he was like please think over it and call me back. So I said OK and we ended the call.

When I looked up, there was an African American aunty sitting on the sideways seat with her 2 grandkids right in front of me, looking at me with DEEP disgust, and before I could say anything, she was like "600 for a one bed and you're saying no for a router? You're stupid as hell" and I was like "no ma'am, im actually terrified that I won't be able to submit my assignments without wifi and what if something goes wrong? The apartment management will not be responsible and I don't have the money to call someone else to fix it" and she just laughed and told me that I could just look it up on YouTube, and that routers were actually really cheap on Amazon. Then she said "call him back and take the apartment" and I did.

And BOY was it one of the best decisions I ever made, it was a luxury apartment no less (by college standards, ok 😅) and I literally had such a blast living there.

Thank you so much aunty. I still think of you whenever I think of that summer 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

That was actually one thing I really liked about living in a small college town, people would never hesitate to talk to each other!! (Remember that little anecdote I put on here about these dudes asking me for pizza from their car when I was walking on the sidewalk?? Well THAT happened in that town toooooo)

So yeah. Aunty was Cilian Murphy from this Pic that day and I was the trash that she was kind enough to clean out ahahhhaah 😂😂😂😭😭😭

[mattsfavbigtitties]

I saw you write for both Yep The Boys and Sam and Colby, so this is definitely a crazy request, but I am in DESPERATE need of this shit. Could I get a fic with Juicy and Colby? like, I don't care about the settings, but I need this shit more than I need air to breathe rn. Like, I'm talking Juicy in the back Colby at the front because in my mind, Colby's a face fucker. this may be out of pocket, but if it's not, I'd literally cry if it was written

Three?/ Colby B. & Juicyfruitsnacks

MASTERLIST TAGLIST

Warnings: 18+ smut, secret relationship, face/throat fucking, p in v, oral sex(male receiving), threesome, unprotected sex, quickie, semi-public(anyone can come in at anytime), creampie, reader is female, spanking, a little degrading, name calling, messy sex,

Summery: While shooting a video Juicy sneaks you off together. What happens when your other boyfriend, Colby comes looking for you two?

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

You felt a tug on your left arm by a firm, but gentle hand and immediately knew it was one of your boyfriends. Though all the others wouldn’t know yet because you three had decided it was fun keeping a secret; especially when you fooled around together.

It meant for a mean orgasm if you were trying not to get caught. And though you loved them both equally and absolutely loved getting off on the idea of someone catching you together, you were kind of getting tired of sneaking around.

You have to admit, it is fun, but after sneaking around to see each other or be with one another for these few months, it was starting to get repetitive.

You try and brush off the hand tugging you backwards; holding onto his with your own in order to keep listening to what Sam was promoting to everyone.

You were one of those girls who absolutely loved the paranormal. No matter how scary the movie, show and/or haunted building/s were, you were always up for it. You enjoyed learning about the history of the places you went with the boys or Sam and Colby. And the history of this place was like no others before, which really intrigued you to listen carefully to what had taken place here many years ago.

You huffed out a breath, rolling your eyes slightly and turned your head towards the man behind you.

“I really wanna hear about this, Juicy, please?” You pout your lips up at him, making him chuckle with a small smile at the edge of his mouth. He shook his head, putting his pointer finger in front of his lips as a ‘shush’ sign and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you aside from the group of guys.

“Come with me, baby.”  He whispered in your ear, nodding off to the doorway as he took you backwards, out of the room and past other doors.

As soon as you heard that, you knew exactly what was going to happen, so you let him drag you around to the perfect room away from everyone, where you were sure no one could hear if they even tried. Though while you were excited to follow Juicy knowing the intentions; you were a little grumpy about not knowing what else was said without you there.

You were particularly excited for this haunted video as there were many demonic spirits here to investigate. Once in a dark, random room, Juicy made for turning on a single lamp from the bedside table.

He then pulled you into a breathtaking kiss. Arms around your waist with yours snaking up his chest and resting on his shoulders, fingers tangling in between the small hairs on his nape. You moan in his mouth, eyes fluttering shut, when he grabs your hips and pulls you impossibly closer, chest to chest.

One hand reaches around to your ass and squeezes hard, causing you to yelp and he pulls off your lips.

“Shh, sweetheart.” He mumbles out. His other hand crawls up to your throat, thumb caressing your bottom lip and you let it in, sucking diligently while looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” He groaned.  You smiled while lapping at the finger which slowly slipped out, fluttering your eyelashes flirtingly. Fully removing his thumb, he swiftly turned you around to face the random bed behind you, shocking you as you stumbled towards it and he bends you over with his hand pressed up against your back.

“Juicy!” You whisper-yell, reaching your hand around to flick him, but not quite touching him.

Juicy grinded his bulge against you, letting you feel how hard he got just for you. You could feel the outline of his dick head against your skin through his jeans and it made you clench your cunt as your wetness leaked into your panties.

“You feel this, pretty baby?” Y’made me so hard.” He whispers in your ear as he flips up your skirt and gropes your plump cheeks. He chuckles when you whimper and quickly shoves your panties down to your knees in need to start faster. You let out a throaty moan when he massaged your naked cheeks and spread them apart to see your glistening pussy.

“You’re so soaked, baby. This’ all for me, huh?” You hummed out a moan as a response as you moved your hips back in order to find any friction to soothe the continuous pleasure shooting through your core.

Soon after, he retracts his hands from your butt, you hear him fumble with his pants to unzip them in order to bring out his cock.

“Hurry up.” You whine, swaying your hips as a taunt. Right after saying that you feel the tip of his dick pressing up against your labia. He rubbed it up and down your folds at a teasingly slow pace and stationed his hips in place while rooting his hands on your hips.

He gently pushed his hips forward making sure to slide in a little before ramming his cock deep inside your cunt. You yelped and jolted forward from the pressure pulsing against your cervix and moaned into the bed sheets.

“This fast enough, sweetheart?” He teases, groaning out from the tight, wet heat surrounding his length. He wanted you to feel absolutely every inch of him, every second of the stretch.

“Don’t want anyone seeing this pretty slut humping my cock, right?” His words went straight to your aching core, clenching your walls around his thick cock. It almost hurt to have him this deep, but too good to stop.

“M-mn! No one!” You whine, your hips unconsciously chasing him as he retreated back close to your entrance. Juicy then thrusted in, fully seething himself inside your hugging walls. He stayed tucked inside, jaw clenched as if he was savouring it.

He began moving out and in at a slow pace. Your hands gripped the sheets, mouth open and spit gathered at the corners. Muffled moans flowing out of both your mouths as he continues to speed up the pace and jam his dick in and out of you.

“You were made for me.” He grunted. He could feel your slick, wetness coating the base of his length when he pumps inside and he couldn’t help but moan out diligently.

“Say it, baby. You were made for this dick.” His cock felt like it was splitting you in two from how thick he was. He fucked into you hard and filthy, each thrust driving you into the bed beneath you, smooshing you’re face into it more than it already was.

Your answer came out mumbled from the sheets. “W’a may for ya.”

“Hm? Speak louder, I can’t hear you.” He demanded, though you could practically see his smug grin slapped on his face. You breathed in deeply and let out a loud exhale mixed with a moan and lifted your head as much as possible.

“Was made for you.” You whine out, voice raspy from the contant pleasure in your gut.

“Good girl.” Juicy chuckled, taking a hand and slapping your bottom then gripping it as leverage while continuing to pound in you. Suddenly there were footsteps heading to the door and you gasped out at the deep plunge to your cervix as Juicy tightened his grip on your hips.

You clenched hard around his cock as you heard the door open slowly and shut soon after. What you couldn’t see was your two boyfriend’s smiling devilishly at each other as they had the same thoughts.

You both felt the presence of somebody watching quietly as their soft footsteps came closer in each second passing.

“The others wanted to move to a different spot, but it looks like you beat ‘em to it.” You gasped, clenching on Juicy causing him to groan out as he casually fucked you in front of your other boyfriend.

“You fuckers didn’t invite me?” Colby’s voice rang out once more with a tiny scoff at the end. The only way you could tell he was joking was the slight upturn to his lips when you pointed your head upwards as he walked into your eyesight.

He kneels on the bed in front of you with a smirk as your eyes lock onto an imprinted bulge in his iconic skinny jeans allowing you to see the base all the way down to the tip. He sees the sparkles in your eyes as you continue to bounce forward from Juicy’s hard thrusts and licks his lips, threading his ringed fingers through your hair.

“You want it in your slutty mouth, baby?” You nod your head the best you can with his grip on your hair as he brings your face closer to his jean-clad length.

Your mouth opens, drooling all over the fabric in front of you, licking around where his head would be and you hear his breath hitch around all the skin clapping and squelching sounds in the room. Your eyes are drooping as if you're high on the smell of sex and cock in your hungry cunt.

As he’s had enough of it, Colby drags your head back, your roots burning from the pull. Your moans spilling from your unkempt mouth as you watch him slide his pants and boxers down just enough to grab his dick out and you rested your hands on his thighs looking up with glistening eyes waiting for more.

He takes his hard cock in his hand and strokes himself, groaning from the touch and guides it towards your spit ridden lips. You open your mouth, tongue licking the tip, tasting the salty pre-cum from him watching you two previously. You spit on the head for more lubricant, pulling your head forward with one of his hands to encourage you to work faster.

“C’mon, pretty baby.” Colby huffs out a chuckle. He hisses when you lock your lips fully around the head and suck deeply. You could feel his thighs tensing with the way your tongue was swiping back and forth across his cock tip, teasing.

“Look so pretty taking my cock. Such a good girl for me.” Colby feels your mouth take him deeper in until he hits the back of your throat making you cough around him and your eyes start watering.

At this point your pussy was so soaked it sounded obscene, each thrust from Juicy messier than the last, slick and wet and perfect.

“You love it. You love how I please you.” Juicy grunted out, biting his lip in ecstasy. You nod against Colby’s length, lips parted around your other boyfriend’s cock, eyes wet with unshed tears.

You blink a few times, some drops falling from your lashes. You bob your head up and down his length at a slow pace while your nails dig into his thighs as Juicy pounds your pussy.

“Fuck, pretty. Relax your throat for me?” You do as he says as his hand pushes you down further down his cock and you swallow nearly half of him.

He lets out soft moans when feeling your tight throat around him, eye closing for just a moment. Tears sting your eyes as you cough and gag around him, your nails practically embedded in his pants at this point.

He pulls you back to let you catch your breath for more than a second before pushing you down again, moving your head faster with each pump inside.

“You love sucking my cock, don’t you, gorgeous?”

“You’re such a whore, getting fucked by your boyfriends at a haunted castle where anyone could come in at any moment and see you impaled on two cocks.” Colby rambled.

You move your head swiftly on his length, pleasure etched on each of your three faces. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Juicy spanks you. You gag on a particularly hard thrust, your body sliding forward deeper on Colby’s cock.

He grunts in pleasure, your whole mouth cinched over his length. Breathy sounds escaped between your lips and his cock. Juicy’s thumb found your clit, circling it rough with a fast pressure that made your toes curl in your shoes.

“Shit, pretty girl. You’re gonna make me cum in that slutty mouth.” He threw his head back in pleasure from your throat constricting on him.

You kept up with him, moaning pitifully from under both men, swirling your tongue around him the best you could with the new feeling of your own orgasm blooming in your core. You moans rose in pitch, high whines seeping out.

“Gonna come for us, darling?” You whimpered, arching your back as the pressure in your core became unbearable.

“Taking us so well.” Colby shuddered. Tears officially run down your face from pleasure as Colby slid his cock all the way down your throat once again, this time leaving it there as you gag around him. That’s the last straw from him as he spurted his seed down your esophagus making you choke on it as you swallowed to the best of your ability.

“Oh my fuck, baby.” He groans, dragging out the ‘fuck’ as he shuts his eyes in pure pleasure.

“Fuck!” Juicy groaned out as well as he slammed into you a few more times before stilling at the deepest depths of your cunt and spilling his seed.

“You’re perfect like this, baby. So good, taking all of our cum.” His hot spurts of cum leaked around the base of his cock as you continued to spasm from your previous orgasm.

“You’re greedy pussy’s sucking me in.” Juicy’s hands gripped your hips like a vice.

The feeling of both men cumming in you had you gushing with wetness as your own orgasm came crashing down on you at full speed, clenching around both men, your pussy spasming on Juicy’s cock as your eyes rolled back and white became your vision. Your screaming moans are muffled by Colby’s cock.

You came hard, squirming in Juicy’s arms as your body convulsed, cunt squeezing his cock in fluttering waves that had his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Better head back soon, so the others aren’t too suspicious of us.” Juicy jokes, putting enfaces on the ‘too’ as he unhooks his hands from your body, bruises already spreading on your plush skin.

You and Colby lock tired eyes and nod, chuckling softly.

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

Taglist: @odessa-is-my-queen @liv123sworld @colbsposts00 @ash-nation @onthebrinkofdink1020 @ghoul-with-a-gun @batmandallyboy @pherosiah

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

I cannot wait for this Stan to reconnect with his Ford.

I still haven't figured out HOW exactly they'll meet yet, but I do think that Ford would ATTACH himself to Stanley and talk his ears off forever when they eventually get comfortable :] and Stanley would listen because HOLY SHIT, THAT'S HIS BRO HE HASN'T SEEN FOR 40-ISH YEARS, HE MISSED HIS VOICE. Nonstop certified Yapper & Listener relationship <3

Stanley looks dead faced because of his ingrained poker face, but he's thouroughly enjoying it, even if sometimes he has no idea what the fuck Ford is saying. He never interrupts him though, since he knows people usually ignore or interrupt him mid-talk already. So sometimes Stan gets stuck in awkward situations where he has to leave or do stuff, but also doesn't have it in his heart to stop Ford and extract himself out of a (one-sided) conversation.

[tousey-mousey]

"If you had no rules, you'd have nothing to roleplay about" is the most This Is The Autism Website thing I've read in a while actually. Like.

If you're running a campaign based on exploring a world trying to get Something Specific done, who cares what, then the rules are "can we achieve this thing, given that we live in a society?"

Like. Okay, let's imagine we're running a campaign in... hmm, let's say the present day, a world most people are familiar with (I can't say everyone, because I have met humans before you see).

You're tasked with trying to do something challenging but eminently possible. Let's say... escape a major city while being pursued by the mob. It's certainly not impossible, people do it all the time, but people also fail to do it all the time.

You have absolutely no ruleset. Go with god.

HOWEVER!

You need to convince everyone around the table that your planned action for the next however-long-everyone-lets-you-have-a-turn-for is sensible.

"I hijack a car"

Okay then, mate. Walk me through this process. Because I feel you're probably assuming that hijacking a car - that is, stopping a moving vehicle, getting a driver out, getting inside unstopped, and driving away safely - is as easy as you think it is. And it's really not! So... let's do it.

When you go to attempt something, someone might say "I mean that feels like your plan is basically 50/50", so someone else says "let's say if they succeed based on a coin flip!" and if everyone agrees, cool then you do that. There's no strict rule, but it works so go for it.

If someone says "I use my mind powers to make them stop", then most people will probably go "I am desperate to hear how you have mind powers" and if you can talk them round, cool! Now mind powers exist, you have them, and you get to roleplay about them. If they DON'T exist... You have just, in character, stared at a guy really hard and muttered "I am using mind powers..." under your breath while your friends start getting concerned about your sanity. That is also a fabulous chance for roleplay.

Literally none of that requires written rules. Combat? Also does not require written rules: you can negotiate EVERYTHING.

"I fire a gun"

Cool, we can all agree she definitely hits him right? Okay, you've fired a 9mm at a guy's... where did you aim?

"That'd be for his body, chief"

At a guy's trunk. You hit him... I dunno, someone name a bodypart?

'SPLEEN'

At a guy's... lemme google this... "splenic ruptures can cause life-threatening internal bleeding causing shock", jesus okay. You hit his spleen and he screams like you have shot him, because you have shot him. Hmm... I think he's probably gonna collapse, and when he collapses he'll bust the shitty shaky floor out under him as he falls into the room below.

FUCK I needed his keys, okay okay does anyone have rope?

Kay we are wearing pyjamas why in gods name would we have rope??

I dunno babe, worth a try.

Uhhh, we're in an abandoned living room yeah? I'm gonna look around for an electrical device.

Hey chief, can I take this one?

Yeah sure.

You find an old-ass lamp, also I do NOT like where this is going and am SO desperate to see it.

Wait hang on, a LAMP? In this ABANDONED TRAP HOUSE?

Everyone's gotta see, I'm taking the lamp. I could fish around in the walls for the internal wiring if you like, I've punched through drywall before it's not that hard.

No, no, good point, go off

Okay. I am using my knife - y'all remember my knife, we've been through my knife before - to slice off the power cord. I'm gonna say 1.2m sounds around right, I've seen lamps with that.

Sure.

So. Kay, do you wanna... you know...?

JESS ARE YOU SUGGESTING I ABSEIL DOWN A HOLE IN THE FLOOR ON THE END OF FOUR FEET OF ELECTRICAL CABLE?

...Yes.

ABSOLUTELY NOT.

Oh come on it'll be fine.

MEANWHILE as you two dipshits bicker over who is the biggest moron, you hear sirens outside.

F U C K

Folks I'm gonna suggest we hurry this up?

No, yeah, nah, yeah, good point.

She's right, we're good.

Cops are about 15 seconds away from breaking into the room, who's doing what?

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Like. You can do A LOT with no rules. Roleplay can be enhanced by rules or hindered, it really just depends who you are. Some people NEEEEED structure, others rebel against it. It's just a thing.

Everyone has gotta stop treating TTRPGs like there's this dial between "rules" and/or "combat" and "narrative" and/or "roleplaying" and as one goes up the other must go down.

[pixelaves]

i love character development

[durgeapologist]

Omg your blog is such a relief. Every day I feel more and more like I want to distance myself from about 80% of the Solavellan community bc I am telling you it is ROUGH being into the egg and wanting to talk about him but being surrounded by people who think that everyone and their mother is out to get them. Meanwhile someone can come up with valid criticisms about how Lavellan's characterization was handled in VG and get swarmed with unsolicited opinions about solrook shippers and accusations of misogyny. I also see them running around in posts that are clearly marked as "Critical" And half the time when I CAN talk to them about Solas it's like they aren't even talking about the same character I am? They want him to be some helpless little abuse victim who isn't responsible for anything he does??? Why are we redeeming him if he did nothing wrong? What would be the point? We love him because he's fucked up and a manipulative bastard but also complex???? Did we play the same game girlies???

i have been staring at this ask since it came in trying to find a normal way to respond to you anon i will be so fr rn so i am so sorry it's taken a few hours

i’ll start with this:

“Why are we redeeming him if he did nothing wrong?”

full stop. this. so much. (i am in love with you anon) why is there a atonement/redemption ending if he did nothing wrong? (you’re literally so real) solas has done horrendous things. like genuinely abhorrent. (i crave to be your friend so bad anon) he is a genocidal, serial killing, manipulative lying cunt. to say the least. AND THAT IS WHY I LOVE HIM. he has such complex characteristics that make him so intriguing. he wants to be a good person. but he doesn’t really know how to be genuine. he is riddled with guilt and regret. he feels BAD about the things he has done. but he doesn’t want to face his mistakes. he knows he has done absolutely terrible things in the name of his people and their liberation, things most of them never asked him to do. some even asked him to NOT DO THOSE THINGS. did he listen? of course not! this is solas we are talking about. arrogant, prideful, calculating solas.

“They want him to be some helpless little abusive victim who isn’t responsible for anything he does.”

yes. yep. THIS SO BAD. (genuinely let me be your friend pls i am on my knees begging) the dynamic between solythal gets convoluted by most solasmancers because of three things: misogyny, jealousy, and ignorance. was there abuse? yeah. not denying that. was there only abuse? no. mythal was a victim of abuse herself. the way she learned to love, she passed down to solas. BOTH were victims of abuse who did terrible, no good, awful things. BOTH were also extremely powerful, omnipotent, and power-hungry individuals. mythal's hunger for power showcased differently than solas' and was amplified (IMO) by elgar'nan whispering in her ear. solas had felassan to keep him in check.

i am of the UPMOST certainty that had solas not taken down the evanuris the way he did and went to sleep after creating the veil, he would have become another tyrant ruling over the elven people. (THE MASKED EMPIRE ANYONE? HELLO? HELLOOOOO?) also anyone who says she was his MOTHER or SISTER?? god please drown me. put me in a tub and hold my head under water. that was his PARTNER AND HIS LOVER. i cannot with the takes that she raised his ass COME ON. i have sooooo much more to say about this dynamic and the themes of abuse AND how solasmancers twist it to make her this most evil, vile, horrible woman; but i would like to keep some of my followers tbh (anon i am frothing at the mouth if you want to discuss this further i beg you to dm me) so we shall move on.

"...valid criticisms about how Lavellan's characterization was handled in VG..."

yeah full stop i will never forgive them for making her one personality type. sorry, i just won't. my lavellan egg-mancer was a strong-willed and angry proud dalish woman who told solas off every chance she could! i am genuinely so happy people who wanted the dynamic we got in VG got that, because that is how their lavellan is/was, but what about the lavs who punched him? who told him to stop being an asshole about elves, and just farmed approval for the romance by asking questions? i chose to hunt his ass down BECAUSE I WANTED TO HUNT HIS ASS DOWN! my lavellan would not be so understanding or forgiving, she just wouldn't, so it feels like my girl's personality was ripped away from her fr. now, i DO NOT agree with some of the takes on how she was presented because those criticisms are in fact riddled with misogyny and most are just downright vile. but i do agree with the criticisms that not all lavellans would have been so kind to that bald man.

so anon, TRUST me when i say i feel you so bad. i was in lots of solavellan spaces before i started shipping dreadrook, and even then i was looked at SO funny for my takes on the romance and called plenty of terrible things simply because i didn't hold solas up on this pedestal and make my lav worship the ground he walked on. even as a dreadrooker, the same exact takes that i couldn't get behind in solav spaces are very prevalent in dreadrook spaces. solasmancers have a tendency to simply agree with solas on everything and refuse to acknowledge how bad of a person he really can be.

i am a proud solasmancer AND a proud solas hater. #1 solas hater, in fact. i rarely have positive things to say about his actions and behaviors outside of a joke setting, and even in a joke setting the things people will say to defend him RUB ME SO BADLY THE WRONG WAY. also heavy on the perusing the "critical" tags and getting offended when my takes are, in fact, critical LMFAO. anon i am literally a beggar sitting on the side of the street waving a metal cup at you asking for coins of your affection rn. i have maybe one other friend who feels like this and have hardly anyone to rant about these things with. holding my hands out towards you and begging you to dm me fr. PLEASE. we can be critical together <3

[sunshades]

Kurokumo Heathcliff not having an envy skill... I dont think that's even supposed to be tied to the house at all when multicrack had one and also didnt want to go back. Most importantly he might be less horrifically depressed than that id but the identity story is still about him feeling worthless compared to people with a set goal. That pride skill that substituted envy is completely tied to his role in the syndicate and not how he's doing as a person. Once again Catherine's theory that she was holding him back is only half right- he's not tied to the manor anymore, but he has been deprived of his source of motivation that made everything actually worth it.

[lorephobic]

literally nobody asked for it, but here's my list of saltburn essays that i've slowly been drafting over the course of the last week which WILL be required reading for anybody trying to engage with me about this movie. my very personal saltburn 101 syllabus just dropped

A Wolf in Deer's Clothing: Saltburn's Attempt at Innocence

an examination of party costumes and our character's last attempts to masquerade as something they're not: felix—an angel, all-forgiving and all-knowing, something to be worshiped; and oliver—a prey animal, prey to class-divide, prey to saltburn, prey to felix.

thoughts about oliver specifically are loosely organized in my #bambi tag

A Midsummer Night's Mare: Farleigh Start as the Ultimate Victim of Saltburn

a farleigh character study, about the ways he was mistreated and manipulated at saltburn, about fighting to stay alive and the scars left behind by knowing when to give in

alternatively titled "QuickStart", may be adapted into a conclusive essay specifically focusing on oliver and farleigh's relationship

The Eye of the Beholder: On Saltburn's Voyeurism & Violence [working title]

how wealth and class pushes the catton's toward the volatile reality of being able to look, but not touch. on desire and the lack thereof, and portraying yourself as an object to be desired

may end up as two separate essays on wealth and aestheticism but i'm pushing toward a conclusive essay about the intersection of the two, which i feel is at the heart of saltburn

alternatively titled "Poor Man's Pudding: A Melvillian Approach to Saltburn's Class", again, may be adapted into it's own essay

Gender-Fluid: A Study in Sexuality and Saltburn's Desire to be Dry

a deep dive into the bodily fluids of saltburn and how oliver upsets the standard of men who are just so lovely and dry. on the creative choice to lean into the messy wetness of sex and desire and the audience's instinct toward repulsion

a celebration of the grotesque and an examination of why we would label it as such

least developed of the four, heavily inspired by @charnelpit's lovely post about the fluids in saltburn

if anybody is actually interested in any of these, i can work toward something closer to a finished piece instead of just bullet points and quotes in a google doc, but mostly this is so i can share my very brief takes on a multitude of themes in saltburn that have been haunting me

edit for people seeing this in the future: all posts about my essays are being organized into my #saltburn 101 tag if you’re interested in following these through to development!

[random-autie-fangirl]

I drew another Chara- living with the Dreemurrs edition

"The King and Queen treated the human child as their own. The underground was filled with hope."

I don't like this as much as the last one but oh well... I ended up rambling a huge amount in the tag, so if you want details and headcanons about the actual drawing again, you'll have to look pretty far down this time, sorry (Also, I ran out of tags after a while. Tumblr is tired of me, lol. I might reblog this more tags later if I remember what I was going to say.)

[laurrelise]

once again rambling about five and lila because i’m fucking pissed. enjoy

“five and lila were perfect for each other because they had so much in common” yet so many perfect couples have absolutely nothing in common???

they could relate to each other in ways that made them hate each other and that’s why they were SUCH good foil characters, i don’t understand why the romance had to be necessary.

there is absolutely no reason that this romance plotline should’ve been created. it was so ridiculously off-focus from what the plot was (AND should have been) and it literally only made the season so much worse.

do writers understand that not every single character has to fall in love with one another? i mean genuinely?

personally i don’t believe five is aro (though he could be ace) because i can’t help but love five’s love for delores (even if she wasn’t real) but i completely understand five aroace truthers because he truly can be independent romantically as we saw in the show.

i cannot wrap my fucking head around the fact that the writers saw two awesome, dynamic, badass characters with arcs and goals outside of love and attention and decided to turn their personalities inside out and upside down for a dumbass dead-end romance that makes zero sense.

five and lila were the only two people on god’s green earth who could understand each other and hated the other for it. why couldn’t they just be frenemies and call it a day?

god fucking damn it i’m so upset

shoutout to 13 year old 58 year old five hating lila and 29 year old lila despising the fuck out of little five !!! <3

fuck you to the worst, most nonsensical couple of all time and space ❌❌

[numbuh424]

(trying to make DN fandom friends on FB)

me: hello

(several 'near is a bad copy of L / should've lost to light / an ipad kid / actually a child' posts appear in a row)

me: ah! nevermind actually

[faeriehighfemme]

…

[selfinflictedgunshotwound]

sorry for only saying this type of shit lately but i kinda wanna drive a car straight into a brick wall at the highest speed possible