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[the-fiction-witch]

Breathless

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Flirty Af

Warning: Medical emergency / Asthma Attack

I woke, as I typically did with a sharp fast gasp. immediately I heard the wheeze in my chest like a pair of old moth-eaten bellows. I sighed and turned to my bedstand opening the little rosewood box and hearing the gentle tune of the music box inside plaid as soon as I opened it I grabbed one of the prerolled cigarettes shutting the box again and saw the candle on my bedside table still burning so I set the tip in the flame until it began to smoulder so I laid down on my back slowly but surely taking a deep inhale and blowing the resulting smoke across my ceiling. It fixed it as much as it ever did so I finished up and set the end in my little metal box with many others. 

"There's my sweet girl!" My father gleamed as he entered my bedroom with a wide smile 

"Good Morning Father," I smiled sitting up in my bed 

"It is a fantastic morning, A perfect morning for our party!" He cheered going to open my curtains to let in the sunshine 

I smiled as much as I could force, I knew this was important to him and I wanted only to be supportive. 

"I have a gift for you" He smiled tapping my nose playfully He clicked his fingers towards the door and the maid scurried in with a large box in hand, he took the box from her and set it on the bed opening the box up pulling out from the tissue and ribbon a sweet expensive new dress.

It was beautiful, A long off-the-shoulder dress of a sweet fabric a light pale pink with vertical strips of purple, and white lace at its hem, neckline and lace elbow-length sleeves with a black ribbon at its waist. It was utterly beautiful and would not have been cheap for my father to buy. but I began to panic as I looked at it seeing the ribbon and how small it was.  

I knew my father, he meant well but he always did this and always it made me fearful.

But I forced a smile "Thank you Father" I said giving his cheek a kiss 

"You're welcome, Now come along guests begin to arrive soon" He said rushing off to make preparations. 

I sighed climbing from my bed, I went and had a nice hot bath laying in the warm water for longer than I should just because it seemed to soothe my chest but I soon climbed out and went to my window in my towel looking out to the gardens.

My father was a very wealthy businessman in port with a lot of dealings coming and going in shipping, of course, our house was lustrous and grand second only to the governors only a few miles up the road, but the governor could not hold a candle to my father's gardens, well known in the area and beyond for the grandiose and beauty of the many exotic flowers and plants from all over the world, He took great pride in the garden and this combined with his utter love fort entertaining. Meant we had an awful lot of garden parties. 

Today was no exception my father was hosting a garden party and had invited everyone who could be imagined. He adored parties being an utter social butterfly, I however was more of an.... antisocial bookworm not much wanting to go but knowing word would spread if I didn't attend my father's own parties. It didn't much help my looming age knowing at the back of my mind certain men had been invited not due to my father really wanting them at the party but my father realizing they could be a good match for me so invited them in the hope one would catch my interest. But I know I am a very lucky girl, Many fathers would be insisting by now or would have wedded their daughter off for a business deal. But My father was a decent man and had always promised me I could choose my husband, that I could marry for love no matter who it would be. He felt he couldn't deny me what he and my mother had. 

I went to my mirror and began to dress, I pulled my white stockings up to my thighs adjusting them so the little lilac bows would sit forward, I pulled my long cotton underdress over my body tugging it down as far as it would go, by then my maid arrived and I gulped as she picked up my cream corset. I simply watched the mirror doing my best to not panic as she wrapped it around me and began to lace the back, I did my best to keep my breaths slow and steady but that wasn't exactly easy until finally she finished with the back, she pinned the ribbons in place and turned me to face her so she could pull the ribbons to the front to lace it again leaving me squeezed as much as possible 

"How much more?" I gasped already feeling breathless 

"Not much more Miss." she said "Pencil thin is the London style miss" She reassured

"I am not a pencil. I am a lady." I argued half of me was joking the other half was serious. 

Finally, she tied the last bow and removed the pin in the back as there was now no give in the ribbon at all, she took my crinoline the large wicker bird cage-looking thing that always made me smile a little tieing it simply around my waist and she helped me to slip on my dress, it was beautiful and I did feel very pretty even if again the lacing began as she all but sewed me into the dress ensuring it would be as close to me as possible. Not being helped by my father's purchase choices. 

"Alright miss?" she asked as she finished the last bow 

"Yes. Thank you" I lied, finally she helped me into my shoes and left to attend the party. "Women in London must have learnt not to need to breathe" I sighed I sat at my vanity and did what little make-up I bothered with before finally taking my hair from the tight braid I had done last night allowing it to now be in sweet curls. Once done I looked out to the window again seeing people had already gathered for the party so I grabbed my lace fan and my parasol and headed down to the gardens. 

"Ahhh My goodness an angel!" My father joked as he saw me "You look beautiful" He smiled 

"Thank you Father" I smiled 

"Go on then, Mingle I'll check in on you later," He told me ushering me deeper into the party, I did my rounds parasol in hand often batting my fan to try and get some air down my throat doing my best to greet and be pleasant with people. 

As I made the rounds I took note of those who were here already spotting a few men my father would have invited purely in the hopes of grabbing my attention but as I walked to a less populated area of the garden I took a seat for a moment on the stone bench I spotted a similar soul. 

He stood by one of the statues away from the main business of the party, dressed in his usual way but cleaned up a little better, he seemed awkward unsure why he was here, out of place in this bussle. I felt for him of course and for a moment even I wasn't sure why he was here. But then I recalled seeing Dr Sneed on my walk around the party and I know how my father thinks, my father would have invited Dr Sneed because he is his doctor and thus not inviting his own doctor to his party would be rude, and of course then in my fathers mind he must also invite Dr Dawkins for if he invited Sneed and Not Dawkins that too would have been rude. Honestly, I'm surprised he took up the invitation. For a moment we caught eyes and he offered me a small smile so I did my best to do so back. 

“You alright my sweet?’ my father asked as he approached sitting beside me

“Yes, just wanted a moment from all the excitement” I smiled

‘ahh well come along we are to begin the walk” he smiled to me taking my hand and soon enough the walk began, this was typical of every party my father would lead a walk around the gardens explaining almost every flower and plant giving a tour to the guests of course most ate it up but I slowly but surely slinked away until I was at the very back of the walk where I again found Dr Dawkins.

“Good day doctor”

“Good day miss y/l/n, does your father always do this?’

“Yes” I chuckled moving my parasol slightly higher as to protect him too

“AHH thank you” he smiled moving a little closer to be under the protection of the lace from the blistering sun

“Quite alright” I answered “what brings you to the party?”

“Your father invited me. Wasn't going to bother but something to do I suppose’ he chuckled

“I guess. I rather find it all tedious”

“well we agree on some things’ he chuckled “I have to admit though your dress is utterly stunning”

“Thank you doctor’ I blushed a little but had to fan myself quickly as I felt slightly breathless from the walking

“Ohh don't worry pleatenties of the party you can just call me jack” he smiled

“ohh that's very sweet, thank you jack’ I smiled “then y/n I insist”

“Why thank you, My god is he going to take us past every plant?” He whispered

“That he is” I smiled

“Any particular reason?’

‘its his pride. He adores his garden above all else?”

“Even you?’

“I don't know, I should hope not but I wouldn't be surprised’

“Why? Why would be focus so much on his garden and not his daughter?”

“He promised my other that her beloved garden would always bloom, she died only a few days later” I explained

“Ohh forgive me y/n I-”

“It's alright, he can be… overboard at times” I said doing my best to slow and catch my breath

“Are you alright?’ he asked

“Yes forgive me-”

“No no it's alright, are you sure? You seem lost for breath?’ he said carefully taking my arm

“I'm fine” I answered as I gasped trying hard not to wheeze or cry anything that might draw attention to myself he seemed panicked I tried again and gasp but it just wasn't working and I almost went over

“Whoa. I'm taking you inside’ he said quickly putting an arm around me and taking me quickly back to the house I dropped my parasol and fan as soon as I got in the door trying desperately to get my breath in “which way to your room?”

“This way” I gasped now beginning to cough and wheeze loudly taking his hand and leading him to my room as soon as I was inside I leant on my ottoman trying desperately to get some air into my lungs as he shut the door and came over

“Are you short of breath?”

“Yes” I gasped surely that was obvious

“try to breathe slow for me if you can” he asked and I did my best but that only made me wheeze louder

“Take off your dress.” He said

“I beg your pardon Dr Dawkins!’ I argued

“I need to examine you take off your dress” he said

“I cannot” I answered between gasps

“I'm a doctor I won't look y/n but I need to exmaine you” he said

“No I cannot. My maid she-”

“She's sewn you into the dress?” he asked and I nodded “alright” he said slipping off his jacket and grabbing a small knife from his pocket “I'll be as careful as I can” he said slowly using the blade to cut where my dress had been stitched by my maid until finally it released I quickly stepped away and pushed the dress off me as well as my crinoline immediately I felt a little better as I looked forward letting out slow breaths I caught sight of jack in my mirror he lied to me. He was looking. But I felt still so breathless that I tumbled onto my ottoman ‘whoa whoa! I got you. I got you.” He reassured only just catching me making me sit on the ottoman “I need to remove your corset”

“Doctor!”

“I have to remove it” he said coming to face me starting to unlace my corset ties quickly with his nimble fingers “out of curiosity. How'd your mother die?”

“Respiratory failure” I gasped and he looked up to me seeming panicked

“How old was she?”

“Twenty nine”

“Christ - for - god-” he grunted trying to deal with the knots and loops and ties in my corset until finally he unlaced the front and tried to pull it off but of course it didn't move he looked confused so I moved his hand to my back and he moved behind me seeing of course all the lacing on the back ‘oh you gotta be kidding me!’ he complained “they really didn't want you of this dress.’ he said fighting with the ties before “fuck it!’ he complained grabbing his knife again and cutting though the lacing managing to force the whole corset off me and that helped considerably “there we go.” He said a lift proud of himself “nice and slow let me listen” he said for a moment looking around the room clearly for something to use to listen but “I don't have my tools uhhh okay. Guess we have to do this the old fashioned way” he said sitting on the ottoman with me lifting my underdress up to expose my bare back I glanced in the mirror again and saw his cheeks slightly deeper with red his eyes glancing down from my neck all the way to the ottoman before he moved closer resting his head on my back to press his ear to my skin “nice and slow for me. Just breathe with me In. And out. In and back out” he said and I did my best to breath with him even if I ended up coughing and wheezing as he walked me through a few long breaths “how long have you been like this?” He asked as he pulled back moving so I could see his face letting go of my underdress

“Forever”

“I get the feeling you need to tell me something.” He said

“I'm asthmatic. Have been as long as I can remember.” I answered

“That certainly explains a lot” he said “when did a doctor tell you?”

“I was nine.”

“I take it your mother was too?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, how are you managing it? What do you have to take when you get like this?” He asked

“The box on my bedside table” I told him still struggling he got up and went to the box seeming confused

“What are these?”

“Asthma cigarettes. Prof prescribed them” I answered

“You smoke!’ he argued

“On doctors instructions yes.” I answered

“Are you mad!”

“There not tobacco there thorn apple leaves there meant to help” I said

He sighed begrudgingly bringing one over so I took it and lit it on a candle sitting for a few moments slowly inhaling it all

He brushed the smoke away from his face a moment before rather angrily speaking “he's mad.”

“It helps.”

“So would you sitting not moving for the ten minutes it took you to smoke that” he argued “but that dress wasn't helping in the slightest why on earth did they lace you in that corset so much?”

“It's the style apparently. Plus I needed to”

“Why?”

“...father buys all my dresses two sizes smaller then I am. I have to double lace the corset for a hope of even getting in them

“Why would he do that?”

“He means well. He thinks if he buys all my clothes too small it's… encouraging”

“Encouraging? I hate to ask but when did you last eat anything?”

“...four days ago.”

“Okay, that is also not going to be helping.” He said

“Yeah well you try fitting into a dress with a twenty one inch waist” I pouted

“I think he's trying to kill you.” He joked “you feel a bit better now?”

“Yes. Thank you jack”

“You're welcome. How often do you get attacks like that?”

“once a week or so.”

“Does your father know?”

“Somewhat. I don't always tell him the whole truth”

“Would you be against coming to the hospital?”

“What?”

“I am not confident about leaving you alone tonight. If you agree I'll talk to your father take you to the hospital I'll keep you under observation myself.”

“Why?”

“.... I fear this may be worse then just a simple attack y/n”

“I don't want to worry my father. he's fearful enough as it is”

“Then which would you rather? He be a little worried a stressed as you spend the night in hospital in my care or he comes in here and finds you dead in your bed tomorrow morning because I'm pretty sure which one will upset him more.”

“One night?”

“One night. Under observation.”

“Alright jack”

“Thank you y/n” he smiled giving my hand a kiss “just rest i'll go see your father” he said as he got up and headed out of my room.

Eventually he arrived with my father in tow and the two discussed as my maid packed me some items and my father called us a carriage, I changed into my loosest dress doing my best not to show my father my struggles

“Perhaps Dr sneed would be better he is my doctor he's taken such food care of me” he began

“Dr sneed is very busy he won't have time and what she needs is observations now I have the time to do so”

“Keep me posted won't you?”

“I promise.”

“You'll take care of her doctor?”

“Absolutely, I promise she'll be back right as rain”

“Alright, I'll see you soon sweetheart” he smiled kissing my head before he slowly and tenderly let my hand go giving it to jack, he smiled to me squeezing my hand and leading me slowly to the carriage luckily the party never even noticed but as i sat down my father pulled jack close to him. “Anything happens to her. It's your head.”

“Yes sir” he nodded before climbing into the carriage with me.

[revscarecrow]

What faction would the Homestuck kids play as in 40k?

I got you. Most of the purple or blue bloods would probably play Tau because their caste system is familiar enough. Karkat would want to play a more complex army but not be able to get good so would probably would just stick to blood angels with no thoughts head empty full rhino rush first turn charging etc. The most grand strategy he could pull off would be making sure he got in range. Primary objectives are for idiots. Tavros would play ultramarines because they are neat. Vriska would play Eldar not because of the aesthic (warp spiders work I guess) but she's smart enough to know that they play very tricksy. She would be very cheaty with her abilities. With her abilities the Fate Dice mechanic would be very broken (you preroll dice the beginning of the game that you can use later instead of rolling) Dave wouldn't thin his paints because it's funny to have shitty looking models on purpose. All eggberts would play Imperial guard either because of the cool Starship Troopers vibes or because shoot gun jolly ho and all that. Jane (not sure if people treat homestuck 2 as canon and I haven't read it but I think this is the same nerd) might collect a lot of Tau fan art. If you are curious what I mean try googling "Warhammer Tau Fan Art" with safe search off.

[glitterjuju]

Big Brat Energy

Summary: Sometimes it takes being a brat to teach Frank how you like being handled.

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Warnings: Smut. Degradation. Oral. Toxic relationships. Reader is mean. Weed smoking.

A/N: For all the brats who know that being a sub is a position of power.

As you reach across your bed to your nightstand, searching for your post-sex-spliff, a realization settles on your sweat damp skin.

You have to teach Frank Castle how you like being fucked.

The first time, right now, it's... pleasant. You don't want pleasant. If you wanted pleasant, you wouldn't have taken the time out of your busy schedule to seduce the fucking Punisher.

“Hi."

"Nice to meet ya.”

That’s what it’s like. Frank takes you out to eat despite you not wanting a “date” walks you back to your place and gives you some standard , mundane bullshit. Eats you out, doggy then missionary, kisses you all throughout, respectfully comes in his condom. To be fair, any normal woman would’ve been limp-legged from his performance, but you’re not the normal woman are you? It feels good, you come, multiple times as a matter-of-fact, but where’s the fire? The passion?

“I’m not your wife, Frank,” you spit. You hope it hurts him. He's built for it – his scar clad body all but proclaims that. Men after sex are vulnerable, nows the time to slip the knife between bone. “Don’t fuck me like her.”

Even he, a trained killer, can't hide the shock in those black eyes of his. It's shock and a glint of something else. You can't put a name on it and assume that it's anger. Good. He can take it out on you if he wants.

Only a small percentage of light from outside your window enters your room. It paints Frank hideously. Hard lines. Jagged nose. A small scrape cutting across his cheek. You can see the monster that terrorizes Hell’s Kitchen. You understand why so many are afraid of him.

He reaches for the lamp next to him. When his turns it on, the monster remains. “The fuck you just say to me?"

The joint magically appears after rummaging through your junky desk. Right there beneath all the ripped out magazine pics you hoard for inspiration. Indica after dick was a tried-and-true ritual regardless if the dick was bomb or not. Now all you needed was a light-

He smacks the preroll from your hand, you sigh. The spliff rolls somewhere in your junky room – forever lost amongst clothes and art supplies. You’d never see it again. Not unless you plan on cleaning which you didn't.

"Dude,” you say, “The fuck?”

“Why would you say that shit to me?”

“Because it's the truth. You're the punisher, I wanted to be punished,” you say. It's a flat tone. Deadpan. It's also a test, if Frank couldn't handle your nasty attitude, toxic and all, he didn't deserve you. And you would've been wrong about your prejudgement of him. Something tells you, he can handle you, he's just holding back. “Feels like I slept with Mr. Rogers and now I'm out of weed. I deserve a refund.”

You expect him to be angry over bringing up his dead wife and surprisingly, he's not. If his next barb back to your is any indicator, he's pissed about something else. His bare shoulders hunch and he’s quiet. Mute. Like he’s trying to put together a puzzle not knowing that you’d stolen some of its pieces.

“You weren’t talking all that shit when I was making you come.”

There it is. The criticism of his sex game irks him.

Aww, you hurt his precious male ego.

“So? That’s what a dick is supposed to do. You did your job. You want kudos because you did the goddamn bare minimum?”

“The bare minimum had you calling me daddy.”

“To be fair, I thought that moaning Mr. Roger would've been inappropriate,” you chuckle. “Dude, don't be so sensitive. Man the fuck up, marine.”

It's mean. Who cares. You're without weed now so he has to feel your wrath. It's not a surprise that Frank leaves after that. He grabs his clothes, puts them on in silence, and slams the door shut behind him.

Whatever.

You suck him off next to one of your graffiti paintings of him.

Did he really think he wouldn’t sleep with you again? Did he really believe he had that much restraint? You had him figured out before he could get the one-up on you.

He’s on punishment. After that last fuck session he’s not allowed to touch your pussy let alone fuck you. But goddammit if you weren’t going to swallow every inch of him.

Head bobbing along his dick, you take your hands and grab his own. You place them behind your head. It gives him the go ahead to control the pace. Let’s him fuck your mouth just how he wants.

“Goddamn,” he mutters, pushing your head further than he ever anticipates it going. If anyone catches you both on the rooftop of this random building, they were in for one helluva sight.

He looks down, watching as you go to town on him. It’s a work of art. A trained skill that he doesn’t want to know how you got so talented at. It’s wet. More spit than he’s used to. It coats him shaft to ass crack in smathers of sloppiness and drips into his pants that pool around his ankles.

“You got a mouth on you, girl, I’ll tell you that.“

Your throat convulses around him and you make a strangled noise. He immediately lets go of you, but that’s when he feels it. The slight pinch of your teeth along him. It’s not enough to hurt, but it’s enough to wake him the fuck up.

"Alright,” he says. “Alright. I hear ya.”

You choke on him and it’s an odd thing for him to get used to. But get used to it he will.

His head hits the back of the wall behind him when he sinks into the rhythm of your mouth. A rhythm that he commands you to follow. You know what’s to next. Can feel it as his hands tighten in your hair and his breathing deepens to hard grunts.

You moan around him, that sweet fucking mouth of yours vibrating against him tip to base and he loses it.

“Goddamn,” he grunts and you taste him in the back of your throat. He fills up your mouth pretty damn quick. You can’t contain all of it.

“Fucking fuck.”

He’s not a very poetic man.

You’re teary eyed and pouty lipped when you finish Tiny trickles of his come and your spit drip along your chin.

His eyes stare directly into yours. They’re lust filled. Hazy with it. Just a hunch, but you bet he probably can't see straight right now. You did your job and you did it well. Because of it, you own his ass. He didn’t even fucking know it yet.

You gather the remains of his juices on your fingers and make sure none of him is lost.

“Thank you, sir,” you’re panting. He’s fucked the wind out of your lungs and you’re proud of your work. As proud of it as you were the mural you painted that sits behind him like a halo. “May I get off my knees, please?”

Jesus Christ. He’s never been at the receiving end of this kind of shit. He and Maria had a good sex life, but it was not this. Never this.

“Sir?"

Your voice bring him back into his body.

"Yeah,” he says and you stand. You were kind enough to pull his pants up along the way. Beneath your dress, there’s harsh bruises on your knees from where cruel asphalt dug. Shit, he didn’t mean to hurt you. “You alrig-”

“Did I do a good job?” you ask. Your voice is gentle, but he knows. He’s not that daft. You don’t want kindness.

“Yeah, you did good. Real good.”

“I should’ve waited for you to tell me to swallow, but I couldn’t help myself.”

This was a test.

He wipes at the fucked-out tears on your cheeks. The next bit makes you smirk. “Don’t let it happen again.”

He kisses the top of your head and you guys get pastrami sandwiches after this. You talk about life as an art teacher. He tells you a few stories of his life in the Marines. You both realize how weird each other is.

He sleeps on just a mattress. No bedframe, nothing. Just a mattress soaked in y'alls combined sweat. It’s like fucking on concrete. It makes it nasty - makes it primal.

You’re face down, ass up, a tried and true position. But the way Frank is handling you has you biting sheets. You never bite sheets. What in the fuck.

He’s earned his way back into your pretty pussy after careful training.

You’re in his apartment this time. It used to be as cold as a prison cell. Now it’s a cold prison cell, but with little shit of yours in it. A sketchpad. You have a towel. He fucking has tampons beneath his sink. Even keeps your favorite frozen pizza in his freezer.

Neither of you mention what this thing has become. No waaaay.

It’s stupid for him to be involved with you: a stoner who idolizes him in graffiti across the city.

And you’re fucking a mass murderer.

It’s recipe for disaster. The bomb is going to detonate one of these days.

But he’s dicking you down so good now. You couldn’t let him go and let the next bitch prosper.

“Get it, girl,” he grunts, slapping your ass. He does it again without giving you time to settle into the sting. “Get it.”

“You liking the view?"

"Did I say you could talk?” Your bratiness is rewarded with another hand to your ass. It’s much harder than the other two. You cry out, but you don’t tell him to stop. If you did, this whole operation would be shut. the fuck. down. “Shut up and take it.”

You toss your ass back on him and he meets you with forceful thrusts. There’s nowhere to run, no softness in how he handles you.

You give in.

“There you go, atta girl. Come on it.” He pushes you down by your spine, furthering your arch. That’s when he starts to give it to you nice and slow. He presses deep into a part of you that makes your eyes roll. “You take every inch of me so well and it’s all for you. Now come on it.”

He’s a fast learner.

[ongreenergrasses]

tagged by @shatterthefragments, thank you 💖

tagging @mendingbone @solar-halos @vampirehizzies @spacegirlsgang @paris-roubaix @constantlyfalling and anyone else who sees this and would like to 💜 as always, no pressure

[gorgynei]

there is a lot of art in this preroll that ive never seen before hello

[menacinmasochist]

Diabolik lovers AU where they’re human and normal teens:

Shu: a stoner, he’s so severe depressed he doesn’t know how to roll so he prefers bong hits, Edibles and prerolls. Super antisocial and always listening to music usually RnB old school 90s rap and some old bands as well, he’s that one guy that shows up like 5 times the whole school year. Would have long messy hair cause he wouldn’t cut it. Definitely only wears sweats, hoodies and slides.

Reiji: would be such a try hard overachiever, but acts like he’s all calm and composed. Is doing great in all of his classes because he’s trying to graduate earlier to go to Medical school. A goodie goodie, and lowkey a teachers pet, will purposely sabotage someone if they’re doing better than him. Reminds the teachers to give homework, tells the whole class to stfu when the teacher is talking. He likes to iron all his shirts for school, usually wear button downs, dress pants and dress shoes, hair slick back, he isn’t a big fan of loud sounds so doesn’t like music.

Ayato: Very popular and for all the wrong reasons, he enjoys bullying teachers and often gets in trouble, if he wasn’t such a troublemaker he would’ve been on the basketball team, physical education is the only class he’s doing good in. He likes to smoke weed sometimes with Shu, but he can’t stand the indica strain Shu usually smokes, and Ayato can not hangggg he’ll fall asleep after 4 hits, he knows how to roll too but his favorite drug surprisingly is percs, he likes the boost it gives him but he doesn’t understand how badly he treats other people when he’s off the percs, he likes to dress like a hype beast, expensive clothes and trendy things.

Kanato: that weird kid that literally brings his childhood toy to school and talks to himself, he hissed at people in the hallways and everyone thinks he’s a bit queer, he might be but surprisingly a lot of emo girls have a crush on him and he gets a lot of ACTION. He’s doing great in arts and literature but sucks at sciences and math, will literally scream at the teachers so they have no choice but to pass cause if not he will get them fired somehow, he also dyes his hair every few months and wears eyeliner, listens to screamo rock and wears a lot of band tees and plaid.

Laito: slept with every girl at school, somehow he’s good at convincing them to do so, never dated tho he lacks the emotional commitment, flirts with the teachers and lunch ladies, his signature in every class photo is a wink, he’s a day drinker and drinks at school, sneaking vodka into a water bottle, kanato hisses at him in the hallways, he also wreaks of Dior perfume and wears a lot of brand named luxury clothing, takes him 40 minutes just do to his hair only for him to put on his Gucci fedora, sometimes he’ll smoke a Cuban cigar, he’s doing bad in all his classes but has a girl in each class doing his schoolwork and homework.

Subaru: gives super black cat lone wolf energy but he’s really good at school, all his classes he’s doing really well, he argues with teachers when he thinks the lesson is stupid, enjoys debating but won’t join that club or any club. He sometimes smokes weed with Shu, when Ayato isn’t there since he finds him annoying, rescued a cat once and took care of it and still does, some girls have a crush on him but he’s oblivious to that.

[rocketpunchriot]

I finished all six Pixel Remasters after... I think just under a year of streaming on Twitch?

But now it's time to start playing FF7Remake, so it's time to officially brand my timeslot with new preroll art.

[squaredtechco]

Spotify said “ads can be… art?” and unleashed AI-powered madness

Let’s be real—ads are usually the worst part of streaming. But Spotify’s latest move might actually (???) make them… interesting? Or at least less unbearable. Here’s the tea:

☕ AI is writing ads now – Spotify’s using AI to generate scripts and voiceovers, so your mid-playlist interruption might sound like it was made by a robot with taste. ☕ Ad auctions in real time – Brands can now bid live to shove their products into your ears (thanks, Spotify Ad Exchange). Capitalism never sleeps! ☕ Google & Yahoo are in – Because of course big tech wants a piece of this AI ad dystopia. ☕ Gen Z, you’re being hunted – Spotify’s hyper-personalizing ads to make sure you feel seen (or at least sold to in a way that doesn’t feel like a 2010 YouTube preroll).

Vibe check: Is this the future of ads being less annoying, or just a new way to make them more invasive?

[jaimecarrillo]

Breakout Rapper mynameisntjmack Is Still Chasing It

"Me and all my friends always say, 'We're not shit yet,' we still have much more to do, much more to work towards."

The east coast/west coast paradigm in rap has been more or less shattered in the age of Spotify. At the moment, Virginia is a hot spot of new talent including yvngxchris, Tommy Richman, and of course, mynameisntjmack. Jmack’s 2023 breakout EP “BOOKMARK” has more than 100 million streams, cementing his name as one of the most inventive rappers going.

His latest single “chase” features fellow Virginia rapper and close personal friend Tommy Richman, and is one of his most introspective songs yet.

“Me and all my friends always say, ‘We’re not shit yet,'” Jmack told PLAYBOY. “We still have much more to do, much more to work towards.” Humility and self-reflection seem to be Jmack’s secret to continued success, especially when it comes to his current approach to writing new music.

Currently, Jmack is setting the stage for a followup to his 2023 hit with 2025’s “BOOKMARK 2,” not to mention a massive European tour. He sat down with us to discuss his new single, his forthcoming album, and his new approach to music production.

PLAYBOY: You’ve said “chase” started as a fleeting thought in a bank lobby—what was that moment, and how did it evolve into a full song?

Jmack: I was working as a barista in Beverly Hills at the time. And I had to leave my shift to go set up an LLC for the business that we’re trying to run for the music. I had to go into the Beverly Hills Chase branch. I was really broke at the time, sweaty, just fresh off of work. And I just started writing the song in there, because the teller who was helping me was coming off a smoke break. It was very in the moment.

PLAYBOY: You and Tommy Richman have a history of collaborating—what makes your creative chemistry work so well?

Jmack: Probably because of the fact that we’re close, close friends. He’s my brother, for real. I definitely spend more time just hanging out and talking with him than I do making music. That’s what makes the music, we when finally choose to do it so special. It feels like there’s a lot of life lived behind it.

PLAYBOY: When you guys aren’t recording, how do you guys most enjoy chilling?

Jmack: We play the EA Sports UFC 5 video game. We’re both big UFC fans, that’s how we met. We followed each other over Instagram over music, but I saw that he was into UFC and mixed martial arts in general. The first time we hung out was just to play the video game and watch a UFC card. But we listen to music, watch a bunch of random documentaries, things like that.

PLAYBOY: Seeing “BUNKER/PREROLL” resurge years after its release must’ve been a surreal moment. Did that change the way you look at past records?

Jmack: No, but it definitely changed my view of the scope of music and the music industry. I feel like as an artist coming up in the generation I came up in, celebrity and artistry are intertwined. All of the rappers back in the day, they had like one or two songs, and they were able to drop an album and live that life, you know what I mean?

But now, looking back on records that I put out, recognizing that it’s a blessing, because people are able to look at the wide array of my music. The internet allows them to do that. “BUNKER/PREROLL” reaching that resurgence is really a justification for the work we put in, not necessarily looking for another viral moment. Understanding that people can go back and find older stuff at any moment, and that really is a blessing.

PLAYBOY: “BOOKMARK 2” feels like a continuation of your story. How does it differ from your debut album, “mynameisnt?”

Jmack: “BOOKMARK 2,” and really the Bookmark series as a whole…it’s meant to be more of like a stopping point, like, “What do you do when you reach a bookmark?” Do you go back to the chapter you just read and reflect, or do you push forward into the next one? That’s what these projects are for me, they’re stopping points for me to reflect on what I’ve just been through. They’re a bit more personal.

PLAYBOY: You describe ‘mynameisnt’ as a nameless/faceless character now placed in the middle of LA. How does that character reflect your own experience adjusting to success and a new environment?

Jmack: I wouldn’t say my experience differs that much more from the typical person that moves out to a larger city, who’s trying to make it. That’s kinda what inspired the project, people who don’t necessarily feel like they have a place in things. But I relate to it heavily, and that’s a large part of my creative journey, not necessarily knowing where I fit into things.

PLAYBOY: You’ve been recognized as a storyteller—how has your storytelling evolved from your earlier work to now?

Jmack: Mainly, just becoming more and more vulnerable. I’ve realized that that’s not only a solace to me, but the key to making better songs, you know? The more life that you live, and the more you’re willing to talk about it, I feel the better the music becomes. And then just doing the thing. Leaving Virginia, where I was comfortable, allowed me to push myself into making music everyday.

I no longer had the luxury of living in my parents’ house, smoking weed everyday, and just not pursuing it in the same way. Consistency and vulnerability made for much better songs.

PLAYBOY: What can listeners expect from your upcoming mixtape, “BOOKMARK 2?”

Jmack: Like I said, increased vulnerability, and its much more recent. The “mynameisnt” project was two years worth of music compiled together. And this is probably the past six to seven months of me really putting stuff together. And then I would say better musicality. There are no samples on the project. We played live, had to camp out in Mountain Center, California where we brought in a bunch of live musicians to really tie it all together.

PLAYBOY: You’re currently on the road touring North America and soon Europe with Tommy. What excites you most about touring internationally? Any cities you’re especially hyped to perform in?

Jmack: I mean, I’ve never left the country. So I’m excited to go out and explore Europe. But I think the thing that most excites me is just experiencing—what I’ve heard as a fan of music all my life—that European audiences have a different affinity for music because they don’t have acts come out as often. I’m also looking forward to connecting with people.

We’re doing something special, between Tommy, myself, my brothers Paco, Jonah Roy, and Max Vossberg. It’s beautiful to see, if you can catch a show, I highly recommend it, it’s the best show out there.

Originally published on Playboy.com

Photos courtesy Ian Anthony/Giulio Rose Giannini

[bitchkay]

20. 20? 420. Favorite high experience

bitchkay's 21st birthday event

Yall I don't smoke as much as you think I do💀

But I'd rather be high than drunk, like at least when I'm high everything is funny

I feel its false to assume I smoke more than once a month, even less then that even

All those trips to da weed store are so I can get out the house yall, I do not burn every week

Anyway--

I'm gonna say my favorite is either when I went down by the lake w my friends or when my and my bestfriend were walking to the sushi restaurant

When I hung out with my friends one of my friends was like "I know a place" and know a place he did cus we went on a nice walk and went down to the water and found a nice spot to sit down, we also walked on the beach climbed some big ole tree roots, and listen we were smoking almost the entire time, we stopped by a dispensary before we went and yall we got through all the prerolls💀💀 we got three of them, and when I tell you these mfs are my favorite blunt rotation like I love lots of my other friends but the vibe will always be right with these mfs I tell you it's was so fun.

And then with my bestfriend it was a nice day a chill day, the greenery was our little reward for a job well done, we had just finished two days of working a vendor booth downtown selling and we were gone get some celebratory sushi and obviously we take the long way to the restaurant so we can smoke like what😋 and bruh we were just out of our mind like its genuinely not a long walk even the long way but we made it longer💀 we stopped like every minute bruh we had a digicam photoshoot in the street like the sun was setting too it was pretty as hell but listen when we hot to the restuarant and sat down we were down like the chairs weren't even that comfortable too but we were chill like we could melt into the chairs if we could tbh, it was nice

These events were like 3 months apart and I didn't have a lick of marijuana on the inbetween

I will admit I did smoke very much more frequently while I was in school though, it may have been art school but I was surviving off monster energy and macaroni and cheese most days, my breaks were spent wisely

[rootslosangeles]

Mollyz Packaging to Let You Know What You’re Getting

When we created Mollyz, we did our best to think of everything. Not of “most things,” nor of “a lot of things,” but, we did everything that we could to think of everything, of all angles, of all of the ways that we could make Mollyz stand out from the rest. That comes through in our cannabis, of course. But, it also extends to Mollyz packaging as well.

Mollyz Packaging: A Unique Character for Unique Cannabis The inspiration of the Mollyz mascot comes from street art. If you drive through any city in the US, you’re likely to see tagging that looks not dissimilar to our mascot. There’s a reason for that. Mollyz is for as many people as possible.

So, we created a mascot that comes from street art, that evokes the work of passionate, talented artists who pour their hearts onto the side of a building.

Beyond that, however, the Mollyz mascot was meant to be fun. It looks like he’s walking straight out of a psychedelic cartoon. There’s something whimsical about him. Between his hoodie, shorts, bare feet and somewhat-dazed expression, he’s seen a lot today.

Colors That Illuminate

The packaging and branding of Mollyz isn’t limited to just the mascot. It extends to everything, up to and including the color palette. So, as you may know, many find blue calming. Whether it’s reminiscent of calm waters, a clear sky, or anything else, blue can put folks at ease, help them to feel less stressed and more relaxed – just like what Indica can do, of course. That’s why we have blue as the color for Indica.

By that same token, sativa can be the opposite. Whereas Indica can help you to feel relaxed, sativa can give you an energetic burst. It can provide you with energy, strength, focus, making it possible for you to tap into energy reserves you may not even know that you had. Warmth. Fire. Strength. Those are just some of the reasons that sativa gets the sunburst tone.

We also offer hybrid strains, too. Now, you’ll note that we described our “sativa” strain color as “sunburst” and not as “orange.” That’s because, like the sun, it mostly looks yellow. And what do you get when you combine blue and yellow? Exactly. Green. That’s why our hybrid is a tropical sea-foam green – it combines the best of both blue and yellow, indica and sativa.

Experience Mollyz Your Way Of course, none of this branding, advertising and the like would be worth it if we didn’t have a great product to offer. With so many strains and ways to enjoy Mollyz, we offer something that’ll work for you. For example, if you’re looking to roll your own Mollyz, we offer it in flower form. That said, if you just want prerolls, we have Mollyz prerolls, too. Should you prefer to go the extract route, we’ve got you covered that as well. To see all of our Mollyz as well as everything else that we offer, click here.

[itsandrewmark29]

Mollyz Packaging to Let You Know What You’re Getting

When we created Mollyz, we did our best to think of everything. Not of “most things,” nor of “a lot of things,” but, we did everything that we could to think of everything, of all angles, of all of the ways that we could make Mollyz stand out from the rest. That comes through in our cannabis, of course. But, it also extends to Mollyz packaging as well.

Mollyz Packaging: A Unique Character for Unique Cannabis The inspiration of the Mollyz mascot comes from street art. If you drive through any city in the US, you’re likely to see tagging that looks not dissimilar to our mascot. There’s a reason for that. Mollyz is for as many people as possible.

So, we created a mascot that comes from street art, that evokes the work of passionate, talented artists who pour their hearts onto the side of a building.

Beyond that, however, the Mollyz mascot was meant to be fun. It looks like he’s walking straight out of a psychedelic cartoon. There’s something whimsical about him. Between his hoodie, shorts, bare feet and somewhat-dazed expression, he’s seen a lot today.

Colors That Illuminate

The packaging and branding of Mollyz isn’t limited to just the mascot. It extends to everything, up to and including the color palette. So, as you may know, many find blue calming. Whether it’s reminiscent of calm waters, a clear sky, or anything else, blue can put folks at ease, help them to feel less stressed and more relaxed – just like what Indica can do, of course. That’s why we have blue as the color for Indica.

By that same token, sativa can be the opposite. Whereas Indica can help you to feel relaxed, sativa can give you an energetic burst. It can provide you with energy, strength, focus, making it possible for you to tap into energy reserves you may not even know that you had. Warmth. Fire. Strength. Those are just some of the reasons that sativa gets the sunburst tone.

We also offer hybrid strains, too. Now, you’ll note that we described our “sativa” strain color as “sunburst” and not as “orange.” That’s because, like the sun, it mostly looks yellow. And what do you get when you combine blue and yellow? Exactly. Green. That’s why our hybrid is a tropical sea-foam green – it combines the best of both blue and yellow, indica and sativa.

Experience Mollyz Your Way Of course, none of this branding, advertising and the like would be worth it if we didn’t have a great product to offer. With so many strains and ways to enjoy Mollyz, we offer something that’ll work for you. For example, if you’re looking to roll your own Mollyz, we offer it in flower form. That said, if you just want prerolls, we have Mollyz prerolls, too. Should you prefer to go the extract route, we’ve got you covered that as well. To see all of our Mollyz as well as everything else that we offer, click here.

[madera-cannabis-dispensary]

Discover Why Embarc in Madera is the Ultimate Destination for Cannabis Enthusiasts

Nestled in California’s picturesque Central Valley, Madera is celebrated for its agricultural richness and sprawling vineyards. Yet, for cannabis enthusiasts, the city offers a unique gem: Embarc Madera. This Madera cannabis dispensary has quickly become a haven for those passionate about quality cannabis, blending exceptional products with education and community engagement. Here’s why Embarc Madera stands out as the premier spot for cannabis lovers.

Unparalleled Quality and Selection Embarc Madera sets itself apart with an unwavering commitment to quality. Each product on their shelves undergoes rigorous selection to meet their high standards. From terpene-rich flower strains and potent concentrates to soothing topicals and mouthwatering edibles, the variety at this Madera cannabis dispensary is extensive and meticulously curated for both medicinal and recreational users.

The dispensary prides itself on offering products that cater to both connoisseurs and novices. Whether you’re seeking the calming effects of a CBD-dominant tincture or the euphoric high of a THC-rich preroll, Embarc has something to match your needs. Their knowledgeable budtenders are passionate about cannabis and ready to guide you through their extensive selection, ensuring you find the perfect product for your preferences and lifestyle.

A Hub for Education and Enlightenment More than just a dispensary, Embarc Madera is a center for learning and enlightenment. Believing that educated consumers are empowered consumers, they host regular workshops, seminars, and community talks on various aspects of cannabis. Topics range from the basics of cannabinoid profiles and consumption methods to advanced discussions on the entourage effect and the latest scientific research.

These educational initiatives demystify cannabis, making it more accessible and less intimidating for newcomers, while also deepening the appreciation for seasoned consumers who want to stay informed about the latest trends and innovations in the cannabis industry.

Personalized Experiences for Every Visitor Customer experience is paramount at Embarc Madera. The dispensary’s environment is designed to make everyone feel welcome and at ease, whether they are first-time visitors or regular customers. The atmosphere is clean, modern, and professional, yet retains a warm, inviting vibe that feels like home.

This personalized experience extends to their service. Embarc’s budtenders take the time to understand each customer’s specific needs and preferences, making tailored recommendations that enhance well-being and improve quality of life. Whether you’re seeking relief from pain, anxiety, insomnia, or simply looking to elevate your overall well-being, their team is dedicated to helping you find the right product.

Commitment to Safety and Compliance Embarc Madera is proud of its strict adherence to state regulations and safety standards. This Madera cannabis dispensary ensures that every product is safe and of the highest quality by working closely with reputable growers and producers who share their commitment to excellence. This dedication to safety not only ensures product integrity but also builds trust within the community.

Community and Cultural Integration Understanding its role in the larger community, Embarc Madera actively participates in local events and supports various local causes. They strive to be good neighbors by contributing to the economic and cultural life of Madera. Their involvement ranges from sponsoring local music and arts festivals to participating in health fairs and educational outreach programs. This community engagement helps normalize cannabis and integrate it into the cultural fabric of Madera.

Innovation and Forward Thinking Always looking ahead, Embarc is a leader in cannabis innovation. They constantly explore new products, technologies, and services to enhance the consumer experience. This includes offering online ordering and home delivery services, providing convenience and discretion for their customers. They stay abreast of the latest cannabis research, integrating cutting-edge findings into their product offerings and customer education.

A Sanctuary for Aficionados and Newcomers Alike For cannabis aficionados, Embarc Madera is more than just a dispensary—it’s a sanctuary. It’s a place to explore the nuances of different strains, engage with knowledgeable staff, and connect with a community of like-minded individuals. It’s also a welcoming space for those new to cannabis, where they can learn, explore, and discover without judgment.

Embarc’s dedication to quality, education, customer experience, and community involvement makes it a standout in the cannabis industry, not just in Madera but across the broader region. Whether you're a seasoned cannabis enthusiast or curious about what cannabis can offer, Embarc Madera is your go-to destination. Come discover why it's not just a dispensary, but a vital part of the cannabis culture in Madera.

Unmatched Product Quality and Variety Embarc Madera’s reputation for unmatched quality starts with its product selection. Each item is chosen for its potency, flavor, and therapeutic benefits. The dispensary offers a broad spectrum of products, including flower, concentrates, edibles, tinctures, and topicals. Whether you are a seasoned user or new to cannabis, the variety at Embarc ensures you’ll find something that suits your needs.

Their flower selection boasts strains rich in diverse terpene profiles, offering unique aromas and effects. For those who prefer concentrates, Embarc provides a range of potent options, including shatter, wax, and live resin. Edibles enthusiasts will appreciate the assortment of delicious, precisely dosed treats, from gummies to chocolates. Additionally, their selection of tinctures and topicals caters to those seeking alternative methods of consumption.

Education and Empowerment Embarc Madera is more than a retail space; it’s a hub for cannabis education and empowerment. Their workshops and seminars cover a wide range of topics, from the basics of cannabis consumption to advanced studies on cannabinoids and terpenes. These events are designed to educate consumers, helping them make informed decisions about their cannabis use.

The dispensary’s educational programs demystify cannabis, breaking down stigmas and providing accurate information about the plant’s benefits and uses. This commitment to education empowers customers, allowing them to maximize the therapeutic potential of cannabis.

Tailored Customer Service Customer service at Embarc Madera is second to none. The dispensary’s budtenders are highly trained and passionate about cannabis. They take the time to understand each customer’s needs, offering personalized recommendations and guidance. Whether you’re seeking relief from chronic pain, anxiety, or simply looking to enhance your recreational experience, Embarc’s staff will help you find the perfect product.

The welcoming atmosphere at Embarc Madera ensures that every visit is a positive experience. The dispensary’s clean, modern design creates a comfortable environment where customers can explore products and learn about cannabis without feeling rushed or overwhelmed.

Community Engagement and Support Embarc Madera is deeply committed to its community. The dispensary actively participates in local events and supports various causes, from sponsoring arts and music festivals to contributing to health fairs and educational programs. This engagement helps integrate cannabis into the local culture, promoting a positive and inclusive image of the plant.

By supporting local initiatives and fostering community connections, Embarc Madera not only enhances its own reputation but also contributes to the overall well-being of Madera. This community-centric approach builds trust and strengthens the bond between the dispensary and its customers.

Pioneering Innovation Innovation is at the heart of Embarc Madera’s mission. The dispensary constantly explores new products and technologies to improve the customer experience. This includes offering convenient services like online ordering and home delivery, making it easier for customers to access high-quality cannabis products.

Embarc Madera also stays ahead of industry trends by incorporating the latest research into its offerings. This forward-thinking approach ensures that customers always have access to cutting-edge products and information, enhancing their overall experience.

Conclusion Embarc Madera stands out as a premier Madera cannabis dispensary due to its commitment to quality, education, customer service, community engagement, and innovation. Whether you’re a cannabis connoisseur or a curious newcomer, Embarc offers a welcoming, informative, and enjoyable experience. Visit Embarc Madera to discover why it’s more than just a dispensary—it’s a cornerstone of the cannabis community in Madera.

[puertoricousa]

Essential D8 Preroll: Unwind Naturally

Unwind naturally with Puerto Rico’s Finest Essential D8 Preroll. Immerse yourself in the smooth and pure essence of Delta-8 THC, expertly rolled for your convenience. Elevate your relaxation experience with our Essential D8 Preroll, where quality meets simplicity in the pursuit of your well-being. Each preroll is a testament to the natural harmony between premium Delta-8 THC and the art of unwinding. Discover the ease and purity of relaxation with Essential D8 Prerolls from Puerto Rico’s Finest.

[alex-gheatza]

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