#plug me in

[ploverpaw]

hawkfrost frame i have to cut from the video i'm working on

[broadway-nepeta]

:33< not-living your afurlife inside of dream bubbles brings up the very sticky idea

:33< that you are constantly underwater all of the time

[ Song: Plug Me In by Lil Soda Boi | instrumentals (by me :D) made in MuseScore | full cover image (also by me :o) under cut ]

[relaxwithaaron]

Now That’s A Concert . ,,, Plug me in, I’m ready.

[mitjalovse]

Some who succeeded thanks to their eras are quite clear-cut in the reasons for their triumphs, but some surprise us thanks to the style they have played in. For instance – what were Add N To (X)? Sure, you can call them either big beat or electrotrash, yet you could also consider them to be post-rock. Basically, they mixed everything from the late 90's, yet they still had their own identity. I believe they would've prospered right now, because the times caught up with them and one does ask oneself how would have the tune on the link be seen, had they re-released that? What once sounded gleefuly dystopian turned into a sad realism, there's an undercurrent of incredible melancholy that is forced into a Stockholm Syndrome submission. Yes, they wrote of our period before the latter.

[doggirlhen]

they should make shopping for cables easier i think. there should be a service where you pick the ends, you pick the length of cable, you pick the like. color and texture of the cable (shitty plastic, nicely woven, bare metal, whatever) and then they make it and ship it to you for a reasonable fee

[roboyfriend]

d'you think whoever wrote this usb-c cable description is. normal. about computers.

[no-reference-georg]

Okay okay but imagine plug me in…. In Japanese

[snap-oversteer]

blurr's waist thing kind of reminds me of how racing drivers wear their suits when not in action

[sanzundertale]

babygirl i will invent stages of grief you have never seen before

[imac--g3]

@pigswithwings dunno if you've already seen it but!

my puter wife that hates my guts <3

close-ups below!

[ploverpaw]

coming out at noon.. ideally

[the-mogai-archives]

[PT: plugmeinica: a gender connected/related to the song ‘plug me in’ by lil soda boi; a ‘plug me in’ musicagender /end PT]

plugmeinica: a gender connected/related to the song ‘plug me in’ by lil soda boi; a ‘plug me in’ musicagender

for anon! colors are just ones that make me think of the song.

flag id: a flag with 6 stripes. in order, they are very light sky blue, light dull yellow-green, dull yellow-green, purple-grey, faded indigo, and dark aqua blue. end id.

dni transcript here

[silkkgoddesss]

On your fours for me dummy!!!

[slightlyartist]

Promotion...?

[shotmrmiller]

i need simon to be the one neighbor with a generator when the light's been out for days and when you shakily ask him if he can let you at least charge your phone he just drags you into his home and tells you that you can stay if you pull your weight ie. feed him and wash his ripe work clothes.

sure. you don't know how to cook but he eats it like gordon ramsey made it, doesn't even leave crumbs on the table.

you mix colors with whites, dark with light, but luckily for you, all he wears is black. (not like it matters. if you stained a wife beater pink, he'd blame it on his girl mixing her red thready knickers in with his own clothes)

it works, you suppose, but then he tells you that yall are about to have company so make plenty of food. it's 3 others but they all eat like a family of four.

and this is where things take a turn. where he always left you alone before, his hands are on your shoulders. waist. hips. curling around your ankle, thumb digging into your foot beneath the table. the scottish one notices and tells you both to keep it PG. ye're in decent company, he grumbles.

he helps pick up the dishes once everyone's happy and full of whatever you threw in the oven. stands so close he's pining you against the sink, counter digging painfully into your skin.

"they like ya," he says. well yes, you rather noticed when they kept complimenting the science experiment you called dinner. you also noticed that they called you missus. or maybe you misheard. their accents are pretty thick.

after a nightcap, he sends them on their merry way. "the missus is tired. off with ya." so you hadn't misheard.

you aren't sure how one thing led to another. how you'd been aimlessly drying dishes with a rag to having his head between your thighs, tongue dragging between your folds, fingers pressed into you up to the knuckle.

what do you know is that where he bit your neck as you came still aches. he'd been talking filth that would have even a sailor apple cheeked as he used his spit slick thumb to rub your stiff pearl in tight little circles, feeling you felt your peak approaching at a speed that almost frightened you when he sunk his crooked teeth into the junction of your neck. hard.

enough to feel a bit of a stinging tearing of skin.

ouch. you'd ask if this is also a part of pulling your weight but he's doing it for you as he drags you toward his bedroom.

[sssssecret]

Humiliate me

Gape my pussy so that every time you want to fuck me, I have to clench to make it feel good

Gape my urethra that any time I don't have a plug or catheter in, I piss uncontrollably because I can't clench

Gape my ass so that you can just slip anything in and I have to carry it around

When we're in public, take me to an alleyway, pull your cock out and piss into my jeans so it looks like I've had an accident

Tell your friends that you're trying to potty train me again, that I can never hold my piss for very long, say watch, and pull out the plug in my urethra to make me piss myself

Show them the plastic potty you bought me, fill me with water, and make me sit on the potty in the living room with no plug in so all the piss just runs into the potty

Let them use my holes, let them piss on me or in me, make me clean their cocks, their asses, whatever you want me to clean

Just, humiliate me