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Pigs, 1957. University Photograph Collection (RG 110-176). Special Collections and University Archives, University of Massachusetts Amherst Libraries
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#pigs#prize pigs#university photograph collection#pigs with trophies#university of massachusetts amherst
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Why do I have to work? Why can't I just stay home, eat pizza and lay in a pool all day. Because the world is evil, that's why.
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Yeah, I just 100%’d My Friend Peppa Pig on both Xbox and Playstation in one hour or less, what about it?
#my friend peppa pig#peppa pig#xbox#playstation#achievements#trophies#gamerscore#i am a god of gaming#the gamer god#finished games 2024#m
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hey just making sure you guys have seen the hypixel jerseys right
#if someone says no im grabbing every single picture i can find jkhgfk#there's an old picture of harvey in one. sk1er. couple of admins on their twitters#there's probably a TON of them but those are the ones that come to mind for me#i want a jersey :(#i wonder if the hypixel box had a jersey in it.........#im still mad about that. what was in the box#i know the pig trophy was in it. what else >:((#chat
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Then the pieces of shit expect respect when they celebrate hurting vulnerable groups. Fuck them straight to the vilest existence for this shit.
#police#pigs being pigs#long post#they're literally bragging over doing this shit.#disgusting#they're smiling like they got a trophy or are showing a fish they caught. ghoul shit.
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currently sobbing i am know trophy inanimate insanity
#context: oomf made my two guinea pig papercrafts in the sims#and needed people to take care of them#so i told him just use gardenia/my roblox ava#and when he made her in the sims HE MADE ME A GEEK (IM A DORK!!!!!!) AND TROPHY II
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Marvel on The Masked Singer
This is just a little thingy for me because I’ve been rewatching episodes. Imagine if he was on the Masked Singer? His vocal range would be crazy because I say so. He’d sing an Elvis song one week, and then a Megan Trainor song the week after that. Basically a different genre each week. Also, Mary would be the one picking the songs. She also picked the costume he wore.
The Person who Gives the Singers their Costumes: “Here we are! Take your pick.”
Mary: “We’ll take that one.” *points to a pig costume* (SHAZHAM (🐷) REFERENCE!!!)
Marvel: “But that one’s ugly.”
Mary: “So? It provides more mobility. You’re going to pick that one.”
Marvel: “But, again, it’s ugly.”
Mary: *puts hand up* “I’m sorry, but last time I checked, have you ever participated in a competition like this?”
Marvel: “Well, no, but—”
Mary: “That’s what I thought. We’ll take that one.” *points again to the costume again*
The Person who Gives the Singers their Costumes: *looks to Marvel*
Marvel: *nods head* “She’s uh… She’s the boss.” *sounds intimated*
The Person who Gives the Singers their Costumes: “Uhm…” *looks between the two* “Alright then.” *walks away to a couple other people so they could wheel the costume out, a little baffled they just watched a teenage girl intimidate a grown man*
Marvel: *looks to Mary* “You’re a little bit too into this, you know that?”
Mary: “Shush. Let me be excited! If you’re going to do this, you’re going to do this to your fullest potential!”
Marvel: *happy to see her having fun with the whole thing* “Yes ma’am.”
The choreography would go crazy too. Like Mary said, he was going to do it to his fullest potential. She’s making him learn how to dance in sync with other dancers all that. One of the only reasons he isn’t completely struggling is that a couple past Champions were dancers, ritual performers/dancers, and so on. As for if he’d win? Maybe. All I know is that absolutely no one guessed him.
Crowd and Judges: “Take off the mask! Take off the mask! Take off the mask!”
Marvel: *takes off the mask*
Show Host: *jaw drop*
Crowd: *jaws drop*
Judges: *jaws drop*
Literally any leaguer whose watching the show: *jaws drop*
Show Host: “Superhero, Captain Marvel???”
Marvel: *little wave*
Show Host: “The winner of Masked Singer season X! Congratulations, you were amazing. Now what brought you to the show?” *hands Marvel a mic*
Marvel: “Uuuh… so I came on the show cause Junior dared me. Uhm I honestly didn’t expect to win.” *gives a thumbs up* “Was super fun though.”
Show Host: “Well that’s amazing!”
And so, Marvel goes home with the trophy. Freddy suggests they melt it down and sell it before Mary tells them it probably isn’t real gold.
The next day at the Watchtower…
Marvel: *Zetas in*
Flash: *zooms over, pointing* “You!”
Marvel: “Me.” *looks around* “Something wrong, Flash?”
Flash: “Yes! You can sing?!”
Marvel: “Oh, uh… You heard about that?”
Flash: “Everyone’s heard about it!”
Marvel: “Oh.”
Flash: “Yeah, ‘oh.’”
*silence*
Flash: “We’re marathoning all the entire season.”
Marvel: “WHAT?”
As for the songs he sang, obviously an Elvis song, and for me, myself and I, Hopelessly Devoted to you by Olivia Newton-John. You can pick the other songs.
#billy batson#captain marvel dc#dc captain marvel#shazam#fawcett#fawcett city#fawcett comics#mary batson#mary bromfield#freddy freeman
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Small Victories
Daemon finally convinces his brother to let him wed Lord Lyonel Strong’s half Targ daughter, Lady Y/N Strong. All it took was the proof of their coupling.
Curious eyes followed the rogue prince as he walked across the halls of the Red Keep.
Daemon didn't care though, he disrupted the lords of the council and pestered Viserys until they were left alone.
“You’re aware that I want Y/N, your ward.” Daemon said.
He was sick and tired of being told he couldn't have you for his bride. There was nothing that inspired his ire more than the letters to the crown asking for your hand, the hand he felt belonged to him. And this godforsaken council was planning on the most suitable match for their own ambition.
Only Lord Lyonel Strong, your father, had a speck of good intention in his heart. He didn't, however have any authority over your wedding, as the late Queen Aemma had taken a liking to you when you were a child. Your mother had been a prominent bastard Targaryen daughter and the Queen felt an especially close responsibility towards you. You became Rhaenyra's closest companion and upon the queen's death, the ward of the King.
Daemon was thrilled when this happened, could he finally have you for himself? All these years, right under his nose, you had blossomed into the finest young woman fit to be a princess. Aemma would’ve never allowed him to wed you, but Viserys might.
So last night after you left Rhaenyra's chambers and returned to your own, Daemon found you.
It didn't take more than him bolting the door behind him and telling you to take your dress off. His little bird was more than eager, considering that she'd been waiting for this all her life. Her very own Targaryen prince, a part of her identity that decided her life yet lay just out of hand’s reach.
"She's been thoroughly bedded by me, brother." Daemon smirked. He unfurled the ball of fabric in his hand to reveal sheets suggestively streaked with blood. Presumably your maidenblood.
Viserys laughed nervously. Daemon wouldn't dare! Or would he? Anger bubbled within him. This wasn't one of the maidens that the madame of a whorehouse reserved for his brother! Her father was one of the men on the King's Small Council. His own Queen wife had once looked upon this girl as a daughter.
"You dishonor my ward like this?" The King spat out. "This is all a jest to you, Daemon, but you are lucky there is no audience, because if there were one, I'd have your tongue for what you're suggesting." He threatened.
"I am making no suggestion, brother. It is but the truth. I have claimed her. Her maidenblood is spilled, now she is mine and you will give her to me to take to wife." Daemon said calmly. He didn't want to be too demanding.
"And was she receptive to your advances?" Viserys asked sarcastically. He didn't believe a word out of Daemon's mouth, but a growing fear in the pit of his stomach told him otherwise.
"I made her willing," Daemon said quietly. He couldn't risk marring the reputation of his future wife, and by extension his children, by proclaiming her a wanton whore. But he couldn't very well claim he had forced her into it, not with her whole family at court who would forever detest the Prince. Not to mention the rapers he had gilded with the city watch.
"If she hears of your cruel jest- I don't doubt she will swoon." Viserys shook his head, still unbelieving. Daemon crumpled up his trophy into a ball again and tucked it under his arm.
"For safekeeping. Quite a souvenir." Daemon said and chuckled.
"Have Lady Y/N brought before me," Viserys ordered one of the guards that lingered by the door. That man was pink faced and nervously looking at his feet, and jumped upon being addressed. In his good mood, Daemon laughed out loud.
"I'd rather you didn't, brother. Leave her be, and consent that she be my bride." Daemon said.
"And why should she not be here to listen to your slander? Smearing pigs blood to claim she is maiden no longer? I'd like to give Y/N a chance to speak on her behalf." Viserys said, he held up his finger.
"She's still abed," Daemon lied easily. In truth he had found his woman curled into his side this morning. He woke to her gentle touch, and shy questions as she asked if it wouldn't be too indulgent to receive such a pleasure in the light of the day. He'd done a good job and left her so thoroughly ravaged she could scarcely remember her name. She was probably in Rhaenyra's chambers now, hunched over tapestries, and recounting stories of her passionate night while the girls around them burst into giggles. The picture of it brought a smile to Daemon's face.
"You mean this, Daemon?" Viserys asked, finally believing the Prince. He needed to contain this incident before it grew and took legs. "Will this make you happy, brother?"
"More than anything."
"Have Ser Lyonel Strong brought in," he ordered the guard. "And ser Harwin, if he is within the walls."
The men appeared quickly, and looked apprehensively at Daemon. Ser Harwin of the city watch was more at ease than his father.
"'My brother is a Targaryen Prince, won the crown at the Stepstones and is a bachelor after the demise of this Lady wife, the seven rest her soul." Viserys announced to them. "He is every maiden's dream, or so they tell me."
"I am not unaware that it is my perjury that decides the hand of your daughter, Lady Y/N Strong. Therefore I have found a suitable match, my own brother, Prince Daemon Targaryen. Only the finest for her, to honor her late mother’s Targaryen heritage." Viserys gestured to his brother standing to the side, unbothered with bedhair in his undershirt in the midafternoon. Ser Lyonel’s face paled.
"I cannot go forth with this wedding without doing you the courtesy of letting you be the first to know, that your second daughter Lady Y/N Strong, will wed my brother, the Prince. Is there any reason you might object?" Viserys asked, hoping they might offer a valid reason. But silence prevailed.
"She is, of course, most willing." Daemon taunted. He couldn't resist the temptation any more than he could resist your allure.
"We are honored, your Grace." Lyonel spoke uneasily after a while. Ser Harwin didn't look too convinced either, but there was no way to voice their fears without insulting the King's own brother. They refused to look at disheveled Daemon smirking at them.
Daemon whistled a happy tune as he waltzed around the hallways and to his chambers.
He sighed in relief at the ease at which he received the Crown's approval. Now all there was left to do was convincing you that a life with him held more promise than one as Rhaenyra's ladies in waiting.
#house of the dragon#a song of ice and fire#asoiaf#daemon targaryen#daemon targaryen fanfiction#daemon targaryen x reader#daemon targaryen imagine#daemon x reader#prince daemon targaryen#daemon targaryen x oc#daemon targeryan#hotd daemon
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Kitty Love || 18+
Synopsis: Minho fucking a baby into you, in throws of anger and jealousy
Pairings: husband!Minho × wife!fem!reader
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, angry sex, jealous sex, sex with plot, this is basically porn, breeding kink, p in v, Minho wants to fuck a baby into reader, unprotected sex (highly not recommended for you), volume control, kinda fluffy at the end
A/N: I need Minho to fuck a baby into me right now so... Have this instead
"Do you know how many people would have liked this dress on their bedroom floor tonight, kitten?"
"Minho I wasn't-"
"Shut it."
And yet again, yet another 'important buisness party' that Minho had to attend, completely forgetting your anniversary. And of course, as his trophy-good-for-nothing wife, you had to tag along, in a dress which was 'modest' enough to not attract all the other pig headed men at that event.
A married woman wearing a high slit dress, off shoulder dress? Certainly not! Scandalous, even.
And for Minho, it was more than just anger that flee through him as his eyes lay on all the disgusting men staring at your thighs all evening.
"Minho would you stop screaming and listen to me for once?" You cried, slamming your hand on the table. You were done with him, forgetting a day which was special and screaming at you for doing absolutely nothing.
His composure is sickly, every breath he takes - laboured and drawn out as he pushes himself closer to you, like he's trying to meld himself against you - seems to taunt you.
"we can have a 'fucking conversation' or we can start fucking," he grunts, rolling his hips into you as he watches your eyes roll in frustration, though not enough to mask the tell tale signs of arousal evident on you - a sheen of sweat glistening on your collarbone and highlighting your lust blown pupils.
"that's my girl," he grins, pushing your panties to the side and rubbing his digits through your slick, circling his index finger around your hole before plunging two in to prep you for his dick.
Your breath hitches as he begins to finger you, back arching off the bed as you try your best to remain impassive, unwilling to give him the emotional satisfaction of 'winning' the argument just because you let him get his dick wet.
With an arrogant smirk still residing on his features, he pulls his dick out - longer than it was thick, his tip cut and a blushing pink - teasing you with the head by slapping it on your soaked folds before slipping it in and groaning.
A stifled whine escapes through your sealed lips, the sound muted and restrained but desperate enough for coryo to hear and throb inside of you as he continues to sheath himself further.
"know it feels good kitten, y'dont have to hide," he taunts, patronising and knowing without a doubt that you're still mad and as a consequence refuse to explicitly vocalise any pleasure.
His thrusts start deep and slow, hitting that spot inside of you each time to chip away any composure you thought you had, your own forearm hiding tears of pleasure brimming at your waterline for how deep he was going, an abundance of emotions - alongside the sharp contrast of anger and pleasure - leave you feeling feverish and flush with confusion as he stimulates your most sensitive erogenous zones.
He coos at your dazed expression, your face ruddy and warm as he successfully fucks the anger out of you, quelling any urges you may have to shout by leaving you stupid and vulnerable due to the warmth of him inside you coupled with his measured, languid strokes.
Your hands are trembling. Your legs are shaking. Your chest is heaving. And the nickname sits on the tip of your tongue, yet you swallow it down.
"You really wanted to test me huh kitten?" Minho grunts, "Wearing that cute little slut outfit."
"Who said I was wearing it for you?"
“God, you’re such a fucking brat,” he sneers, tightening his hold on your hips before resuming his unrelenting pace. Thick cock stretching you open like it's the first time. “Fine. You want me to be jealous? Want me to say that I won’t share you with all those other men?”
And even if he’s mocking you, the thought has your pussy clenching.
“Maybe I don’t want to share you,” he continues, although a bit softer. As though speaking to himself. “Maybe I won’t. Won’t fucking share you with any of them.”
“Gonna fuck my cum so deep into this pussy…you have my baby,” he exhales. “So then they know who you really belong to, yeah?”
“Is that what you want?” Another slap to your clit. “Wanna have my babies, kitten? Wanna carry me around? Wanna know that you own a part of me?”
You can’t think straight. Can’t fathom what he’s really saying to you, but it’s everything. Delicious and dirty and somehow, exactly what you need.
“Yeah? Oh, I know,” he nearly coos, and you feel his cock twitch. He’s close. “Then I’ll let you. Let you have my babies. Get you so pretty and pregnant. Make you mine—”
“Minho!,” you gasp before you’re cumming harder than you think you have in weeks. Flinging your arms around his neck in order to keep him as close as possible.
He’s beautiful. And he feels like heaven. It’s all you can truly comprehend as the warmth spreads through your cunt and makes a home in your pussy. As he keeps it there even long after you’ve both come back down.
"Still mad at me?" Minho mumbles into your ear, kissing the top of your forehead as both of you lay, sweating and euphonious on the bed.
You say nothing and grunt in response, cuddling closer to him, to catch all of his warmth.
"Don't worry kitten." Minho chuckles, "We'll have our anniversary tomorrow." You doze off to sleep under the tone of his voice, "A proper anniversary."
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when a religious group member crosses the line…
fluff, violence
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it’s no unknown secret that geto suguru can not stand the non-sorcerer members of his cult. the moment they step out of his vicinity after having made incredibly generous donations toward his services, his feigned polite smile is falling and his nose is curling in disgust. he can’t stand how they grovel, how they beg, how they cling to him because they’re weak. they’re so greedy, so pathetic, so disgusting
when new members of his group enter the picture, suguru has to proceed to muster up the strength to pretend to enjoy helping them, which he is incredibly skilled at doing. in the midst of his theatrics, however, there tends to be crucial information that slips through the cracks of what all members should be, and normally are, aware of
you are suguru’s everything, and everyone within his cult who has a damn brain knows it. he showcases you like a trophy, letting you cling to his arm or sit on his lap when he is lecturing his members, ensuring that every one of them can see the way his fingers curl over your waist, the way your lips come to meet his cheek, the way you are unmistakably his and his alone
unfortunately, however, newer members of the cult may not always be aware of your relationship, and their innate greed for more than what suguru’s generous services already offer rouses… issues
suguru is holding a formal fundraising event for his cult one evening and he’s a bit agitated. you’re on suguru’s arm wearing a dark purple gown as he greets people, welcoming them and buttering up the wealthy classes. his hand is snug around you, keeping you close as if to protect you from the pigs swarming the center. he doesn’t like that they’re so close to you, but he feels you’re safer when you’re by his side at all times
the moment he is left alone, his facade vanishes as he turns to you, looking over you with apologetic lustful eyes.
“i’m sorry, sweetness. it won’t be much longer i promise,” he kisses your temple, smoothing his fingers over your back.
you smile. “it’s okay, sugu. i don’t mind waiting. i know tonight is important.”
“not as important as taking you home and away from all these damn people,” he presses his lips to your ear, holding you close. “you look so beautiful tonight. i can’t handle much more of this.”
suguru is already on edge because he is so hyper aware of everyone sneaking glances at you, whether they are trying to be discreet or not. he knows you are gorgeous, sickeningly so, but he also knows that his cult members have a tendency to demand, to overstep. he knows that none of them are dumb enough to look at you for longer than half a second, but he’s close to imploding if he doesn’t get you out of here soon
manami approaches your boyfriend momentarily to inform him that an important client desires to speak with him on their way out of the door. with a sigh, suguru reluctantly pulls away from you and tells you he will be right back. his eyes are everywhere when he parts from you with manami, curses lurking behind curtains to keep a sharp gaze on you in case something happens
you head over to the buffet bar while you wait. your boyfriend has been away for no longer than five minutes and you’re looking over the selection to keep to yourself when you feel someone’s presence behind you.
“can i get you something to drink, darling?”
you turn around with furrowed brows, curious as to who within this event would dare to speak to you in such a way, to find an older suited man with a heavy beard and a golden-plated smile. you recognize him as the new member that suguru was ranting to you about just last week, when he first joined
“excuse me?” you ask bitterly, slimming your eyes. you look down and see one of suguru’s curses creeping under the table, slinking an arm around your ankle protectively. the man does not notice of course, and apparently, neither did he notice you gluing yourself to suguru the entire night. he’s as clueless as he is inebriated, and he hasn’t been around long enough to have seen the two of you together in any other setting
“i hate to see a precious little thing like you here alone. how about i keep you some company?”
you’re tempted to tell him who you are right then and there, but why make things easy for him? he was dead the second he approached you, and new members like him should be more mindful of the things around them after promising to devote their loyalties to master geto
“i’m not interested,” you tell him coldly, and when you turn to walk away, his hand reaches for your wrist. the curse around your ankle tightens and your eyes widen.
“come on, honey, don’t be like that”
the room stiffens as eyes stare in awe, the lively chatter dwindling down when the scene before them registers. frightened whispers rouse, the hiss of hidden curses lift, heads turn over to locate the cult leader, and you watch with a knowing smile creep to your lips
suddenly, it’s silent. slow, isolated footsteps echo and tap against the floor as they approach. within seconds, suguru’s figure is towering behind the man before you with a red glint in his eye and half of his face shadowed in murderous darkness. the man takes a second too long to register his presence, his hand still on your wrist. when he finally turns, he jumps, and suguru’s generous mask is nowhere to be found. instead, a cool rage takes his expression
“geto! it’s nice to see you, i haven’t gotten the chance to speak with you yet tonight”
oh, the nerve this imbecile has. suguru is blind with simmering fury as his eyes dart to your wrist. he inhales slowly, chest rising beneath his dark blazer. the man grows increasingly nervous under suguru’s gaze, confused, wondering what is happening
“(y/n),” suguru calls you. “come here”
you feel the curse around you slip away and the man before you loosen his grip in slow realization. you yank your hand away with a sweet smile, pushing past the man to sink into suguru’s open arm for you.
“did he hurt you, pretty girl?” he turns to question you softly
“no, suguru, just grabbed me pretty tight”
his eyes flicker with something dangerous. “i see. i’ll take care of it, okay? then we’re going home so i can take care of you. i'm sick of this night already, aren't you?" you nod, leaning into him when he ducks to press a kiss to your cheek
the man before you visibly reels. “o-oh! shit, geto, is she...? i had no idea-“
“everyone!” suguru is quick to snatch up the man by the back of his neck, cutting him off and pushing him forward harshly, tightening his deadly grip. the man chokes, pupils shrunken with shock and terror. suguru pushes you back slightly to keep you safe behind him. the remaining members watch, horrified, far more familiar with geto’s behaviors than this idiot seemingly is
to mess with his money is to be punished, perhaps even killed, but to dare to mess with you is to be slaughtered
“let this be a lesson to you all. no, a reminder, if you will, because it seems some of you must have forgotten,” suguru smiles. curses leap from their hiding and scatter before the bearded man’s feet, tugging and grabbing at his now dangling legs as suguru holds him into the arm. he thrashes, snot bubbling from his nose in fear
“do not ever lay a filthy hand on my girl. if i catch any one of you staring, speaking, or even thinking about touching her ever again-“
a vile crack resounds within the space as suguru crushes his hand into the man’s throat. he strangles and chokes, writhing about as the curses below jump to devour him. his screams of agony burst out as they tear him limb from limb, ripping apart his flesh and splattering blood over the floor. the members watch in a nauseating sweat, gasping, attempting to conceal their shock of watching a man get seemingly torn apart by the air
suguru drops the twitching corpse to the ground with a resounding splatter once he is dead, his curses rushing to gobble the remains. the dark-haired cult leader smiles kindly and closes his eyes
“-this will be you. do i make myself clear?” he is greeted with silence. “i said do I make myself clear?”
“yes, master geto,” the crowd erupts in eerie unison.
he nods, satisfied. “good. now, you may all take your leave. the evening has come to an end”
the room clears impressively fast, and suguru exhales loudly before turning to you. you’re quick to move into him, pressing your chest to his to thumb away the blood on his chin. you both ignore the mess behind you as manami finds arrangements in the background to clean it up
“i hate these fucking things. i hate these fucking people,” suguru curses, melting his arms around you and holding you close. “i can’t believe some filthy non-sorcerer actually fucking touched you. shit, (y/n), i’m sorry i stepped away. i should’ve just taken you with me. one of my curses came to me as soon as it happened”
“calm down, it’s never been your fault these members are so dumb,” you tell him, holding his face as he looks at you lovingly. “you work so hard for them, baby, and they don’t give you the respect you deserve”
“no, the respect you deserve,” he corrects. “i’m never bringing you to these things ever again. i’m keeping you all to myself from now on. I shouldn’t have even let any of them see you in the first place”
“i wouldn’t have it any other way, sugu. i’ve always been all yours and always will be. y’always keep me safe”
he smiles warmly down at you and leans in to press soft kisses over your face. “fuck, i love you. let’s go. need to take some time loving on you”
yes, suguru’s cult members are greedy. the more he gives to them, the more they try to take from him. they’re obnoxious, vile, arrogant bastards with no sense to guide them aside from geto’s leadership
to be greedy for you, however- his rock, his flame, his life, is to drop to his knees and practically beg for a gruesome death
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🪱🧠Wiggly Wednesday 🧠🪱
Tagged by @wheneverfeasible 💜 I'm a week late but I got there. This is also me tagging you back!
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I'm thinking about Steve Harrington growing up hating everyone.
His dad is cruel, so he hates him.
His mom tells him men are dogs. Men are pigs. Men will do or say anything to get what they want. So he hates her.
The boys at school are cruel like his dad, just like his mom warned him, so he hates them.
He starts high school. He's tall, with big eyes, thick hair, and cute lips. Girls were nice to him, he thought they were friends. But they only did what they did and said what they said to crawl under him and wield him like a trophy. So he hates them.
Hates them less when he's buried inside them. Hates them more when they leave the same night.
He's a man now, just like his dad. So he hates himself.
Carol's the same as other girls, but different. She leaves but comes back sometimes. Hangs around. She meets Tommy, and Steve likes Tommy. But they're mean to Nancy, and Nancy's the only thing Steve loves. So he hates them too.
He hates Billy. Hates him as much as he hates his father. Billy's easy to hate.
Nancy thinks he's bullshit. He tries to hate her, but it's hard.
The kids... he can't find a reason to hate them. They're loud and obnoxious and snappy, but they like him. They always come around. They call him out when he's bitchy, and he likes that. He chases after them, drives them around. Shoots hoops with Lucas, let's Max teach him how to skateboard, does most of the heavy lifting for Dustin's experiments.
There's no way he can hate them.
And that's when he realizes how fucking draining it is to hate that many people. He's exhausted. So he decides to stop.
Robin wants him to hate her. She's desperate for it because that would make everything so much easier. He doesn't hate her. And she finds she can't hate him in return.
Eddie's the first person he meets who likes him. Doesn't want anything from him, isn't using him, doesn't hate him, doesn't just see him as a protector or babysitter or a good fuck or a failure or an idiot. Eddie likes him for him, exactly the way he is.
It's easy to love Eddie.
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Be My House Husband p3
At the Vale Summer Fair
Jaune is participating in a cooking competition. This year's theme is barbecue. So he brought along his famous pork ribs covered in a special siracha and barbecue sauce. Plus a few secret ingredients that are valid in the competition rules.
Jaune: *Shaking a little*
Coco: Nervous?
Jaune: Hm? Oh! Coco, I didn't expect to see you here.
Coco: And miss out on a chance to see you, hottie? Not even in dreams.
Normally Jaune would blush at this point and tell her to stop, but he doesn't say anything. Coco stares at him and she can see that he's distracted. His mind is elsewhere.
Coco: Jaune?
Jaune: Oh sorry! Yes?
Coco: Are you okay? *She asks concerned*
Jaune: Y-Yes, I'm totally fine.
Coco: Jaune....
She stares into Jaune's eyes and he sighs.
Jaune: This isn't my first time doing this, actually. I really put a lot of effort into my dish. But I don't think it's enough. I mean, look at the guy over there. He brought a whole pig, the guy over there brought three-meat sausages, and the guy over there…
At that moment Coco took his hand and he stops. He then looks at her and Coco starts talking.
Coco: Jaune, I've eaten your food and I can safely say that you are the best chef I know. There's no way you're going to lose this competition.
Jaune: But the others...
Coco: Forget about the others. In the end, what will decide the winner is not how complicated the dish was, but how tasty it is. So believe in yourself the same way I believe in you, okay?
Jaune stares at her for a few seconds, absorbing every word she said. That calmed him down a bit and with a smile he answers back.
Jaune: You're right, I have to trust in my abilities. Thanks Coco.
Coco: You're welcome, tiger. *She winks at him* Now where are the rest of your friends? I thought I'd run into your team or team RWBY by now.
Jaune: They couldn't come.
Coco: What? Why?
Jaune: They had plans, but that's okay.
Coco: If you say so. Oh! I think the judges are coming. Good luck!
She then gives him two thumbs up and walks away.
Jaune: *Looking at her walk away* Thank you.
The competition continued and after a couple of hours, the judges finally came to a decision. All the contestants are standing on the podium as they await the results. While spectators watch attentively from the stands.
The master of ceremonies together with the judges are in front of the podium. Two of them hold a trophy and a plaque while the other holds the envelope with the winner.
Master of ceremonies: Ladies and Gentlemen's. After a long discussion, the judges came to a decision.
Judge 1: *gives him the envelope*
Master of ceremonies: *He takes an envelope and starts to open it* This year's winner is… *He pulls out the paper and…* Jaune Arc!
Jaune: *Shock* What?
Coco: Heck Yeah!! That's my future husband! WOOHOO!!!
Jaune walks to the center of the podium and receives his first place plaque and trophy.
Judge 1: *Shakes his hand* Congratulations, young man.
The crowd applauds in excitement. People then approach him to congratulate him and talk a little more about his dish. It was a great day for him. As time went by the celebration began to die down and he stepped away from everyone to get some air. He finds an empty bench and sits down.
Jaune: *Sighs*
Coco: I told you you'd win.
Jaune turned to see Coco giving her famous smile. But this time she looked different, Jaune could see how the warm light of the festival made her skin shine like the sunset. Her eyes were so beautiful; dark brown like wood. And her hair, was her hair always looked this nice?
Coco: Hello~ Jaune are you there?
Jaune: *Blushing* Huh?! Oh! Sorry! I was thinking on something else.
Coco: Was it about me?~💕
Jaune: *Red* Huh?!!
Coco: Hahaha, I'm just messing with you. Can I sit beside you?
Jaune: *Looks away* S-Sure.
She sits beside him and looks at the starry sky.
Coco: Today the stars look beautiful, don't you think?
Jaune: *Looks at Coco* I... I think so
Coco: *Looks at him* So how do you plan to celebrate your victory?
Jaune: Um... well, I never thought about that.
Coco: That's what I thought, that's why I took the liberty of calling everyone to tell them about your victory and preparing a table for us at Imos Pizza, your favorite pizzeria. My treat.
Jaune: *Smiles* Thank you, Coco.
Coco: Don't even mention it. Now get up and let's eat.
She stands up but jaune grabs her hand.
Jaune: Wait
Coco: Hm?
Jaune: Before we go I just want to say that… Well… Thank you very much for your help.
Coco: It was nothing.
Jaune: It was something!
Coco was a little surprised by Jaune's raised voice. So she looks at him intently, paying attention to every word.
Jaune: I was so nervous about this competition and I thought my friends would be here to support me. But they couldn't come. But you came and not only helped me with my nerves, but you also trusted me. And that's why I… I…
Coco: *Nervous* (Is he... Is he about to....)
At that moment Coco's phone started ringing.
Coco: Sorry! *She immediately grabs her phone and puts it on silent* Sorry about that. You were saying…
Jaune: I... I want to thank you.
Coco: Just that?
Jaune: Y-Yes...
Coco: O-Ok, so should we go now?
Jaune: After you.
Coco: Ok
As she takes the lead while Jaune walks beside her, Jaune can't stop glancing at Coco and a crazy idea pops into his head.
Coco: By the way, Jaune. *She turns to look at him* What kind of pizza do you wan-!!!
At that moment Coco is kissed by Jaune on the lips. She freezes and a few seconds later Jaune realizes what he did.
Jaune: Sorry! I just wanted to kiss you on the cheek! I didn't mean to kiss you on the lips! Um…! I'll see you at the restaurant!
Jaune ran away, leaving Coco behind. Coco can't believe what just happened, and slowly a huge smile fills her face. Jaune just kissed her.
Coco: *giggling like a school girl* Jaune just kissed me. He freaking kiss me! Today is the best day of my life!!
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This is for Vehicons! Reader, but I'm mentally imagining him/them going through a similar situation like "The Last Unicorn" when the Unicorn is forced to be human in order to be saved/hidden. "I'm a little afraid to go home. I have been mortal, and some part of me is mortal yet. I am no longer like the others, for no unicorn was ever born who could regret, but now I do. I regret."
They're still human in a way, their mortal body fused with their Vehicon one, but they can no longer go back to their normal human life. They're not a pure Vehicon and they're not purely human. They're no longer like the rest of the world.
(YOU ARE COOKING!!!! Also vehicon y/n's angst arc is still continuing.)
Cause that's bascially vehicon y/n. He doesn't feel whole and with him wanting to live in earth yet knowing he can't because of how little of energon there is with also the mental toll this has taken on y/n.
He is scared, he feels mortal, he feels like he has no power yet, he feels like he could live forever, and having so much power compared to his old self. He just wants to be home, he wants a hug from his parents, he wants to cry, shout, scream almost anything but he can't as no matter how many times he would do that. No matter how many times people try to make him feel better, he just can't.
Just like the first time he woke up in his vehicon body. He felt pain, probably the scariest moments of his whole life was caused by M.E.C.H. because Silas chose y/n as a guinea pig for this experiment, not caring if y/n died, only if it was successful.
And like you said with the last unicorn quote. When the unicorn finds out she is human. That was y/n also for a little more angst what if vehicon y/n was Miko's older brother as Miko usually saw y/n as a cheerful person but now to someone who was scared and forced to be checked on by ratchet so many times because ratchet doesn't even know how y/n is staying alive for so long. Miko wants Silas dead and if she does get her hands on Silas, she will get revenge for her brother.
Plus he isn't even safe when hes on the deception nemesis ship because of arachnid, because she sees y/n as a exotic trophy because of the episode with her ship having so many trophies she had from her going to planet to planet and killing animals and to display them as trophies. I think if kinda everyone wasn't keeping arachnid away from y/n then arachnid would take y/n (maybe alive? But idk) to make a new trophy because well y/n is basically a anomaly to cybertronian's and humans because of well being alive and yet being organic.
(but that's it for my yapping session for today. If you guys like want more or have story idea please don't be shy and request! But for now please stay safe and drink water!)
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I think it’s safe to say that wearing this jumper makes me look like someone’s fatass trophy wife who spends her day eating, sleeping and getting heavier 🤤. But what are your thoughts??
certainly looking like a fat once-trophy wife. now you just look like a trophy pig 🐖 fit to be fattened and loved on!
#submission#trans feedee#fem feedee#promoting obesity#fatty#feederism kink#ffa#female feeder#feedee perspective#wg kink#belly kink#getting fatter
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Is it a whale, pig, trophy, or shark? JiKook is freaking hilarious.
Games and activities are fun, but this laid back and chill vibe is more of my style. I really cannot wait for Sapporo. The prospect of seeing this again but in Sapporo is what keeps me going.
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Title Prompts
1. I Sold My Life
2. My Title is 'Earl'
3. Chased by a Chicken
4. A Crapload of Turnips
5. My Boyfriend is an Alien
6. We Bought a Gay Bar
7. Worst Group Project Ever
8. Duelling the Gardener's Cat
9. Doppelganger Dilemma
10. A Very Grumpy Baron
11. Stealing Back the Trophy
12. The Xylophone Incident
13. The Great Office Supply Heist
14. Hijacked by a Flashmob
15. My Grandmother is a Vampire Hunter
16. Falling in Love while Feinting a Faint
17. How to Lose a Marquess in Ten Days
18. Winning a Bet I Never Made
19. The Mysterious Missing Muffins
20. You, Me, and the Ghost in the Attic
21. How to Break an Engagement Before Tea
22. The Lady who Faked Amnesia
23. How I Accidentally Became Queen of the Mermaids
24. Operation: Steal my Ex's Dog
25. The Time-Traveling Guinea Pig
26. The Battle for the Last Parking Spot
27. Revenge of the Wedding Crasher
28. We Kidnapped a Dragon
29. The Rake who Stole my Heart (and my Horse)
30. The Minimalism to Prison Pipeline
31. The Summer I Got Stuck in a Video Game
32. How we Ruined the Neighbourhood Barbeque
33. Crashing my Own Birthday Party
34. The Great Ice Cream Truck Turf Wars
35. The Vending Machine Tour of North America
36. Honey, I started a cult
37. The Day My Toaster Tried to Take Over the World
38. The World's Last Magical Doughnut
39. The Theme Park in our Backyard
40. How I Accidentally Summoned an Evil Sock Puppet
41. Gift Exchange Gone Wrong
42. The Lunch Thief Strikes Again
43. That Time I Framed you for your Dad's Murder
#writing prompts#promptsblog prompt#prompt set#list#animal use#I'm pretty proud of this one tbh#send me a link to buy your book if it it uses one of these titles because I want to read it#title prompt#title prompts#titles#title ideas
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