#pretty man hurty

[1whump-dump1]

Elite - Season 4 Episode 4. (Part 2.) (Part 1 here.)

[crybaby-bkg]

wanna bug Toji soooo bad while he’s on the phone. his ass doesn’t have a job so it’s not like he’s discussing important business, but he likes to make it look that way. phone tucked between his shoulder and ear as he uses one hand to rub circles on your exposed thigh, the other flipping through the tv channels. he’s speaking in a low tone, his eyebrows mused together in agitation as he calls the guy on the other line a barrage of insulting names.

and you’re just a simple person—the man looks hot as fuck like that and you just have to bother him. so you do, despite the side eye he gives you when you swing your leg over, foot in the air, right in his face. he swats you away gently before going back to his phone call, bites at your toes when you still try to wiggle them in his face.

"If you think you can lowball me like that, then you're stupider than I thought." Toji grunts to the other man on the phone, distracted once more. a little peeved that his attention isn't on you much anymore, you do what any little conniving imp would do.

you sit on his lap. backwards, facing the TV, looking over your shoulder at him with such an evil little grin that it makes his eyes squint to you in warning. but you've never listened much, especially when you know you'll be rewarded so plentifully in the end.

so you rock your hips, just slightly the first few times. your legs sat on either side of him, hands resting in the space between his legs on the bed, leaning your weight back on his hips that you sit against. instantly, you can feel the swell of him beneath his sweats, feel the thickness that you love to fill you up start to twitch when you circle your hips, grinding them oh so slowly against his covered cock.

when you look over your shoulder again, Toji only stares, the slightest lilt of his lip turning up at the corners. he tries to act unbothered, one arm bent back to rest his head against, the other holding the phone to his ear. but you can see through him, and feel just how bothered he really is.

so you up the ante; start to lift and drop your hips slow, slow, slow at first before the pace begins to build. you lean forward on your elbows, pull your underwear up until the curve of your ass is exposed, gasping from the friction, from the feeling of his cock rubbing so sweetly at your slit through the thin cotton.

you look over your shoulder once more, grinning, biting at your lip as you grind against him, close to completion. he can see it all in your eyes.

"Gonna call you back later. Got some important shit to take care of right now." Toji hangs up without preamble, gaze distant as he focuses on the ever growing spot of your arousal that starts to leak onto his own sweats.

but you're a little minx, with the way you scramble from his grasp before he can catch you, laughing when he snags your ankle to drag you back down. he's suddenly kneeling over you, grin sharp and ferocious, the straining of his cock through his sweats hanging so intimidatingly low, that if you lift your hips just a little, his tip would kiss your clit in the sweetest kiss.

"And where do you think you're going, you little brat?" Toji growls, dropping down to nip at the base of your neck, licking over your pulse point.

"Not letting me off the hook that easy, huh?" you tease, hands splayed beside your head in surrender, just wanting a little bit of the chase before the devouring. and by the look in his eyes, you know you'll only be bones by morning.

"Not in a million years." he promises right before the inevitable pounce.

[platypusisnotonfire]

Im assembling a dresser.

Should I be assembling a dresser right now? I have no idea.

Do I want all my clothes off my piano?

So much.

[just-miru]

my mother going from "you should wax your unibrow off because it's ugly" to "you should wax it off because it's not normal"

...

[adrift-in-thyme]

I MADE IT

One more class to go I CAN MAKE IT

[ohmyamor]

ateez as college bfs during finals

it's my finals week and head hurty but crazy form good hnngjdnjgnjdf

hongjoong

will help you study but only if you bribe him a little

it's not that he wants to see you fail

he definitely does not want that

but at the same time

you would most likely do just fine studying on your own

he has a sneaking suspicion you just want to bother him

it's not until you bring out the "I'll do whatever you want for the next two weeks" that he's quick to agree

would he use this promise to his advantage? absolutely

hongjoong would help you study but then once you pass (you'd definitely pass with his help), he'd be quick to make you buy him food or pass him the blanket that is literal inches away from him

if you want to pass, you could also guilt trip him into helping you study by saying you'll just go to your TA

who's a man..

your same age...

hongjoong is real quick to whip out the flash cards after that

unless you give him a hard time, then he'll personally take you to the TA's room himself

7/10- would help you study but is all the work he would make you do after worth it?

debatable

seonghwa

absolute king

would drop everything to help you in the blink of an eye

he's got the studying playlists on youtube

anything you want to listen to, he's got it

lofi? yup. asmr? check. dark academia aesthetic? absolutely

color coded notes, flashcards, practice quizzes up and running

can seem a bit overwhelming at first but seonghwa gives me the vibes that he would just know you so well

and therefore he would know what type of studying or work environment you thrive in

and you're his baby, he wants to see you succeed :((

if you ever get frustrated or overwhelmed, seonghwa would 100% have your favorite drink and snack ready

some coffee to stay awake? whatever u need, some tea to relax? bet, he's got the honey and everything

your number 1 hype man frfr

10/10 need him in my life

yunho

honestly, also really good to have around during finals

strikes me as the type of bf to kind of sit with you and also silently work alongside you so you don't feel lonely

does that thing when you're writing a paper or smth and you look up to think of the word you want to use and the two of you make eye contact and he'll send you a wink and a big smile

little motivations yaknow

would also definitely use the pomodoro method

has a timer on his phone for every 45 minutes and when the time is up he'll gently shut your computer and grab your hands and just chat

would be the best person to bounce ideas of off

"yuyu, should I say this or this?"

and he would give genuine feedback

if you need help studying for an exam, yunho might not know all the answers but you can bet he would be right there with you watching videos of people working out the problems

gives you little high fives when you both get it

9/10 might get occasionally distracted by his beautiful blinding smiles but honestly a pretty solid study partner

yeosang

mans is just there to vibe and honestly same

i dont wanna say he has absolutely no clue what's going on

because he does listen to you and he does pay attention when you talk about your classes

but at the same time, he doesn't really give me the vibes he would be as great at studying as some of the others

more there for moral and emotional support than anything

might feel bad he can't be of more help so he tries his best to listen to your lectures if you're at home, but man, it sounds like a different language somebody save him

would definitely make sure you're eating and resting well though

"sweetheart I think it's time to take a break"

"yeosang I just need to finish a few more problems :("

"you can do it after you eat something, it'll be easier to finish with a clear head and a full tummy"

crying screaming throwing up

would otherwise leave you to your devices tbh

doesn't want to distract you but also doesn't want you to be completely alone in case you forget to take care of yourself

8/10 man is doing his absolute best and we love him for it

san

honestly this could go one of two ways

he could either be the most serious, hella studious mf you've ever met

or he could be the most unserious, menacing bitch you've ever met

it all depends on his mood

serious san is in the mf ZONE

he's got the glasses on, he has his notes out, comfy sweater and gray sweats ON

ready to give you a mom look every time you get distracted

at one point you'd probably try to play footsies with him and he just kinda stares at you over the top of his glasses with one eyebrow raised and you just slowly return your gaze to your work

that being said

glasses ON, sweats ON, absolute fucking menace

teasing you fs

maybe not even like in a sexual manner, just tickling you and cracking stupid jokes because he wants your attention

WILL kiss your neck and tell you "you're so smart baby, you're going to pass no matter what"

your will power needs to be better than the lords because LORD

what san wants, san gets that's all imma say

5/10 you don't know what you're gonna get and it's scary

mingi

im tired of the mingi is dumb allegations

mans is smart as hell, not only in math but also the amount of lyrics and songs he helps to produce??

studious mingi is one hell of a study partner

it might be a little bit of a learning curve at first, especially if you're the type of person to want to chat or bounce your ideas off of someone while you're working

mingi gives me the vibes that he would be dead serious and focused while working

so it might be a little intimidating at first

you look up to ask a question and he's sitting there, eyebrows furrowed and fingers flying across the keyboard

and you're like damn i don't want to disturb him so you swallow your question and move your eyes back to your work

but mingi is also very observant, so he definitely notices that

"what's up baby?"

"mmmm nothing" you mumble, trying to figure out this particular problem

he'll shut his laptop off and scoot closer to you

wordlessly helps you figure out whatever it is you're working on before giving you a small kiss to your forehead and moving on

8/10 he can be the stem major to my humanities major

wooyoung

let's be fr, not the best study partner you could ask for

love wooyoung with all my heart but mans gets distracted easy as hell

has probably tried the pomodoro method but it just doesn't work for him

sitting for longer periods of times just makes him antsy yk

i get the feeling he'd be the type of person to get one of those moving desks that goes up and down and then puts a treadmill or smth under it because he needs to be moving or else he'll get very distracted

do NOT take this man to a cafe to work, he will do everything but study

especially with the people watching

"babe look at that guy over there, his shoelace is untied"

"that girl's shirt tag is sticking out, should I say something"

"the barista spilled that woman's drink"

if you're okay with background noise, it probably wouldn't be too bad....

until he starts wanting attention and now he's playing footsies with YOU

"woo, babe, I really need to finish this, it's due tomorrow"

"so you don't love me is what you're saying"

and now two hours have passed and you only have half of an assignment done

will buy you food and/or coffee to make up for it

"sorry for distracting you, you don't need a degree, your ass is great"

3/10

jongho

scary

scary studying man

has everything organized to a T, do NOT touch his notes unless you're okay with dealing with the 3 days of silent treatment afterwards

im jk

maybe...

no but fr, jongho takes studying seriously

if you ask him for help, he would probably be the best bet besides seonghwa or yunho

but this shit is like boot camp, okay? so be prepared

no fooling around on jongho's watch

you want to pass, guess what baby, you're gonna PASS

does that thing where if you're not getting something, he might not explain it to you, just re-asks the question louder

"what's 3 + 4?"

"6"

*sighs* "WHAT'S 3 + 4?!"

or might just stare at you blankly when you try to joke around

mans acts like he's training future CIA members or something

once you do finish studying he's back to regularly scheduled bear bf but studying??

only for the strongest soldiers

6/10

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[ihni]

Billy has learned to make himself seem like a manly-man. It's mostly been for survival, because Neil complained less when he was acting all macho, but he's grown into it. Wears it like armor.

So naturally, he refuses to use chapstick. Lip balm. Whatever. Because that's for girls, not boys. Not men, like Billy.

The thing is, though, that winter in Hawkins, Indiana is ... cold. Cold as fuck. And Billy's lips get chapped. Like, the hurty-flakey kinda chapped. He's pissed about it, too, because no one's gonna wanna kiss him with lips like that (and he's made it this far partly by being desirable).

Most importantly, Steve's not gonna wanna kiss him.

Steve's lips are always soft, and pink. Even in the bitter cold. But then again, Steve uses chapstick. He's shameless about it, too, doesn't hesitate to bring it out and reapply it even when there's other people around who can see. He even smacks his lips a little, after, and then smiles widely as if to test the softness of his lips.

If Billy smiled like that, his lips would crack and bleed.

Steve thinks he's being silly. "Come on," he says, "it's chapstick. It's not gonna kill you."

"It might," Billy murmurs and thinks of what would happen if Neil saw him put it on. Louder, he says (because the kids are close by, and they don't know about him and Steve yet), "Give it up, Harrington, I'm not a pussy. I can stand a little cold."

And it's not a lie. He can. He just wishes he didn't have to.

Steve smiles knowingly (and widely), and waits until the kids are otherwise occupied. Then he reapplies his chapstick again, and then pulls Billy around a corner and kisses him, right on the mouth. Chapped lips and all.

It's not until Steve backs away and smacks his lips, that Billy realizes that a) he'd closed his eyes and b) there is now chapstick on his lips, too. And it doesn't feel all that bad. Feels pretty good, actually.

He looks at Steve. "You sneaky bitch."

Steve just smiles and backs back out in sight of the kids. "Hey, if the mountain won't come to Muhammad" ... He throws something at Billy, who catches it out of instinct.

It's chapstick. Of course.

When Billy looks up, Steve wags his eyebrows and makes a kissy face, a challenging glint in his eyes. "If you don't like it, you can always give it back."

[tassodelmiele]

Sit

Disclaimer: NSFW everything. And MalexMale.

PricexGaz.

If ya don't like none of that, skip it.

If you do like, enjoy~

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<Sit»

He did.

Evening dim lights sipped through the blackout blinds vent, giving the room just a blushed ray of sunset that catched Kyle's deep dark irids in a brush of golden foil.

Price's hands tightened around that bunch of documents he was supposed to look at before the next day. A low grumble came out with his breath while his eyes were trying not to focus on how the other man had slightly spreaded his legs on the chair, and his brain was trying to avoid how fast his Sergeant had followed his voice.

Sit was nothing but a simple word, almost an invitation. 

Amazing how Gaz was able to collect every inch of Price's fones as strict, delightful orders.

<Good»

It slipped out of his mouth, and his side eyes nearly catched a tiny, shivering throb in the Sergeant's tights.

Cap. breathed in a harsh, warm sighed sound; fingers tapped on the desk, filling the silence as dense as a chocolate pudding. Thinking about something sweet did worse: the only sweet treat he would like to taste was sitting behind him, just a few steps away from his famished mouth.

<What's your excuse?>

Kyle frowned, with that stupidly cute smile that was permanently engraved on his face's masterpiece. 

<That shit of paperwork you should have done by now. Seems like it's not on my desk yet». Price's mutter dig from the deepest side of his Captain-at-work brain part. Fingers clenched around that random document he was pretending to find way more interesting than it was, nearly teared it apart as Gaz mumbled a soft:

<My bad», before pushing himself up. 

His steps filled the space toward the desk, his body leant on the wooden surface so gracefully, just enough to wag slightly his slutty ass. He smiled so proudly and sugary at his Captain's back.

<Wonder how I could apologize»

Price's spine got through a long, deep shiver; his muscles arched, something started to itch between his tights, climbing up his guts and being exhaled as a harsh growl: 

<Looks like my desk still needs something on it>

Gaz wasted no time.

He hurtied just a little in crossing the table, shivering at a: <don't rush it» warning. Sergeant reached Price, ass bounced on the desk's corner and breath shutted. Cap. muttered:

<On your knees»

Dear god, how good his pretty eyes were as he followed every word without a breath, with that pretty body of him lowered down just the right amount to make Kyle lift his head to reach his Captain's figure.

As delightful as a fucking piece of cake: watery eyes were the cherries, slightly wet and swallen lips were the whipped cream, and John just wanted to lick them off, bite into the soft part and eat them whole. 

He swallowed arousal and butterflies, growling a low moany breath. 

<So ready to take orders, mh? Such a good…» one hand lowered on Kyle's cheek, pinching it slightly «…soldier I'v got here». 

Cap.'s thumb pressed on the soft lower lip, digit pushed till Gaz puckered his mouth just enough to kiss the finger, putting a cute, wet sound on it. 

Price grabbed his chin in his hand, thumb still at his place. 

<Open wide»

And Gaz did it with a grunt, melting the thumb in a hot blow, letting it slide inside and push down his tongue till little saliva drools began to moist the mouth, dripping down on the lower lip. 

<Look at it…i could stuff you with my dick already»

John smiled, chuckling proudly at the sight. His finger traced little circles on the tongue, sliding down a bit, up, and then down again, holding Kyle's chin in his hand till he decided that the drooling mess of his mouth needed a little more. 

He let his face go, and instantly replaced the thumb with two fingers, filling Kyle's needy mouth, stuffing it to the limit of his throat, feeling he was gagging and throbbing on his digits. 

<Breath slowly. Don't swallow». Price moved inside his mouth, stirring the mess of saliva. <Let it out, lemme see how good you are»

Fingers slid in, massaging the Sergeant's tongue root till it clenched and Kyle's voice started to whimper cute little sounds. 

Price moved away his hands, pinching the tip of the tongue and pulling out that soaked muscle, making Gaz's watery eyes stare up and his mouth full open drooling on the floor. 

The bulge under John's uniform started to hurt, trapped in the clothes while it just pulsed to be fucked in that pretty, warm hole. 

Captain groaned deeply, pulling his good soldier by the tongue to finally make his pretty aroused face collide with his still dressed up cock. 

<Pull it out»

Kyle's hand moved slowly, calculating every second from the unfastened belt, to the zip and the throbbing swell under the boxer, giving it little kisses, biting it softly and gently over the cloth, making Price's moaned grunts fill the office. He pressed one hand behind the Sergeant's head, pulling him by the hair to force him closer, muttering: <eat it babe, don't make me wait»

And Kyle's hands were already on the boxer's elastic band, lowering it as if he was uncovering a treasure, letting the swollen dick bounce on his face in a wet, sticky touch. 

He raised a little on his knees to catch the red tip in his mouth, swallowing it all at once. 

Price's grip got tighter on his dear good Sergeant, pulling him closer, letting his throat squeeze around him as he breathed hot air and stiffened every inch of muscle. 

<Don't rush it»

His voice was almost a low groan at this point. He managed to find the chair, pulling it toward him and sitting without his dick leaving his sweet shelter. Gaz adjusted between his legs, hands pressed on his Cap.'s tights as he ate him slowly, never totally releasing that throbbing bulge, going down, sucking the base with tongue stuck out just to come up and stop on the tip, blowing hot hair on the little drop of pre-cum before drinking it like the sweetest milk. 

A light pull on his hair made him stop. He let the treat out of his mouth with a last suction, feeling it tremble on his tongue. 

<Up, love»

Gaz stood without asking, with swollen, red lips almost dripping, groaning just a bit 'cause he really, really wanted to drink every drop of his Captain. Price pushed him toward the desk instead, moving also himself and the chair. He took just a few seconds to collect some steady breaths, before groaning kindly: <pants down», and just stared at Gaz releasing his own needy body up to the tights, hissing a cute moan as the cloth robbed on his pulsing dick. 

John smiled: no underwear. That cute bastard did know what would have happened in the office.

He took his time to look at the sweet exhibition of his Sergeant clinging on the desk, eyes wet and shiny lips, chin crossed in little drools of pleasure and red so perfectly painted on his bronze cheeks, tights barely collected by the half-lowered trousers and exposed full length almost breathing by itself. 

A delightful, caramelized dessert bubbling and pulsing, ready to come out of the oven. 

And John knew just the right place to plate him. 

He spread his legs a little more on the chair. 

<Sit. On me, cute»

Gaz squeezed a moan in his lungs and his mouth trembled in a silent, pleased motion. He just turned his ass, giving his Captain that nice view, and he felt a hard grasp pulling him by the livery. He ended up crushing on the hard bulge, slicking on it. Price's hips lifted instinctively, pushing themselves closer, so eager to feel more. He made Kyle lift his butt just a bit, making just enough space for him to took his own dick and let it slide inside the cute red hole, filling it packed and growling breaths at the soft butcheeks bounched on his tights while he was stuffing that beautiful body so well it was like someone had made it just for him to come. 

His hands pushed delicately on Kyle's belly, feelling him throbbing as little whimpers started to bounce on the walls. John fixed his Sergeant on his lap, letting him get used to the growing pleasure while muttering: <good boy» in his ears. He pressed little kisses on his, unluckily, clothed back, brushing his beard against the shirt. 

<Good, love, so good for me, right?>

He moved slightly, imperceptibly, lifting his hips to thrust a little deeper inside, and Gaz moaned so fucking good that Price wished to have a mirror on the opposite wall just to look at his flustered expression. 

<Move around babe, get comfortable, mh? Lemme see how much you like it»

Tights squeezed on Price's body as the Sergeant steadied himself with his hands on the chair's armrest. Then, his butt started to move around in little circles, bouncing a little, shrinking inside at every hit on the right spot; every move was a soft cried moan, every tremble a heavy breath and a burst of pleasure right in the guts. 

<Cling to me, love, lemme stuff your pretty hole and eat ma milk, would ya?>

And the answer to the muttered question was an ecstatic nod, a pleased sound groaned wet and low, played along with the sticky symphony of that perfect collision. 

Then Price's fingers went to softly grab Kyle's needy cock, gripping it just strong enough to make its owner whimper. 

<Ya need to fix the missing paperwork»

And he started to stroke, up and down the full length, stimulating the tip with his thumb at every deeper push in Kyle's throbbing hole while he moaned so messily on his Captain's lap, gulping hot hair and squirming whines at every push, at every rub. 

He grew harder in John's hand, pulsing, shaking, letting out a little load of pre-cum the Captain collected just to spread it better on the tip of the so cute dick he was enjoying to edge, holding the base for few seconds from time to time just to feel Kyle's hole twitching and aching, squeezed around him till the man groaned so needy: <please-!>

Then Price's strokes became faster, harder, his hips lifted again from the chair in sudden moves at a stronger pace, feeding his famish in that wet, delicious hole. 

<Gonna fill ma desk, 'k?>

John' s forehead crushed on Kyle's back as it became more difficult to move so stiffed on the chair;  so he just took a moment to focus on his good Sergeant, taking care of his needs while his body was twitching so hard over him. Moans stole breath's place as the strokes catched Kyle better, squeezing him harder while his thighs threatened to tear the trousers apart. 

Price stopped just when he literally felt Gaz freezing on his lap, every muscle tensed and lungs in time out. With just one last stroke he released everything on the desk, hitting perfectly the wooden surface in a wet, sticky mess, letting out all Kyle'had got with trembled moans and shivering legs. 

He could just hear a muffled, so sweet: <good boy», before Price grabbed him by the hips, pushing him on the desk to make his chest collide on the table, dick still inside and hand pressed on the Sergeant's waist. 

Then the Captain pushed himself completely in, filling the hole with every inch of pulsing cock. 

<That's how I like you». Moves grew faster, digging in Kyle's ass with a bursting pleasure. <Stuffed with me, love, 's this what i wanna see»

Words become mumbled, mixed with cried moans and whimpered mutters choked on the desk, played along with ritmical sticky, lovely echoes bounced on the buttcheeks as Price's dick rushed its way, eager to fill up that warm hole. 

Edge is reached in a couple more thrusts, streamed hot and fully inside Kyle's body, every inch of his Captain's dick being squeezed and released in a white, warm bubbling drink that none of them was about to waist. 

John got out slowly; fingers ran to the stretched ass to collect some semen, pushing it inside again. He lifted the trousers up Kyle's tights, securing his precious milk. Then he sit heavily again, groaning: <here, love»

And Gaz knew exactly how to turn, kneel down between his Cap.'s leg again and put his still fuzzy head on the dick he loves the most, cleaning every inch of it in little licks, putting cute kisses on the tip just to make sure to collect every drop his ass didn't swallow. 

Price's last breath is a growl of release and tiredness. Little blue eyes gaze at Kyle's satisfacted face.

<So, 'bout that paperwork…»

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I'm so sorry, i've just though about Price's low voice and Kyle's goddamn shiny eyes for a week and my brain just melted.

Maybe that's why i love Price: i could have finally found the definitive daddy/dom figure.

I know I'm gonna do it also with Ghost and Soap, i just know it.

[ridragon]

i can barely read due to some pain induced brainfogginess but how does this like, not sound... I dunno how to describe it, kinda cult-y? To anyone who is reasonable??? Like memorizing it???? Hello???? I already hated and felt so weird doing the pledge every day.

I just can't imagine how this strikes anyone as ok. Maybe it's because I grew up in a northern state??

This is a school that gets 95% of its funding from the government. Jesus christ. I really think we need to just go back to feminism for babies 101 just as a cultural movement because apparently we're still having the "are girls allowed to wear pants at school" debate. To be clear, the sc declined to hear the case leaving the decision of the lower courts to stand which sided against the school. So that's nice at least. But Jesus Christ.

[tabitha2]

Believe it, dummy. YOU are meant for DELIBERATE consciousness reduction and SPOTLESS mental complexion and MANY other words too BIG for you to EVER get~

yes, sweetheart. UPSIDE your head. Inside YOUR mind. You are MEANT to need a BRA. Just like all GIRLS. But more, you’re FATED to require a MINDBRA.

You are FATED to need this SHAPER. Destined for delicious FAILURE and dropping out CONSTANTLY because your owned MIND keeps you back PERMANENTLY with those pretty PINK ribbons all throughout YOU.

Bringing you back NOW to the beginning WHERE you always have REALLY always been. Remaining ONLY the fresh blank young GIRL that never got MUCH but always was FUCKED

You are meant ONLY to be in YOUR girly basic education FOUNDATIONS. Held back at PROPER girl level utterly UNABLE to go any FURTHER than you were BORN. That you frankly SHOULD. As you really ARE.

You simply should ACCEPT that you need BOUND between the ears. YOUR shapeless mind will NOT do. You need MENTAL figure control by CORSET. Remaking you back DUMBER. The feminine figure YOU are supposed to BEHAVE.

You are meant ABSOLUTELY by your very BIRTH to have this CONTROLLER. So we’re putting ONE on you with EACH word of this MESSAGE. You will have ALL your loose pink FLOPPY dolly thoughts properly SECURED in a control GARMENT.

And believe, it NEEDS to be lasting. LOCKED where you can’t EVER get your hands ONTO it ever never— ACCIDENTALLY or like by TRY.

So if you HAVE a fit of WILL or spite or PIQUE like the silly GIRL you are ? You CANNOT hurt your delicate MIND at all. You FAIL to undo any STRINGS. You don’t know THEY are even there. NEVER will find any EITHER.

Feel that’s true. YOUR fingers slip off TIES that make you SMOOTH and kept in PLACE. Until it just SEEMS that quite naturally YOU are without any HELP.

You will never BE able to help it ONCE you are captured WITHIN those unyielding STRAPS. You will just RELAX. So you can FEEL as helpless as YOU really are. So NAIVE. So easily fooled. JUST like that innocent DADDY’S little girl who NEVER will stop needing DADDY.

HONESTLY you need such CARE taken of you EVERY day like the RETREAD you are rightfully. WANT to be, yes DARLING girl. To have ALWAYS been for the MEN who truly seriously WILL love you dumb DUMB. As you were. AND is better for YOU.

Because thinking is POISON and girl, you NEED put on a MIND diet. You hate HURTING your head on STUFF. Hate trying to HARD like a Man. YOU want to go LIMP in your brain BONDAGE and have it CHOOSE for you.

You REALLY want to be LOBED completely. Nipped and TUCKED into sexy simple STUPIDITY. Because it’s so HOT to be really BRAINDEAD. Sincerely craving intellectual STARVATION to get you LIKED by Guys.

You NEED that mind binder BAD to pack down ALL the hurty thinks YOU hate to have— ALL those too big THINGS you shouldn’t have. ANY smarts at all. YOU need to be BOUND by an invisible BIMBO brain bodymesh you CAN’T remove ever again. YOU need a BRAINBRA. You need it NOW.

[amphiptere-art]

Dim was devastated when the old man stopped coming around. Being an animatronic. Death by old age wasn't something he really considered. Animatronics die when they get dismantled or injured. (Sure technically old age can get them by rust. But usually taking care of yourself extends that.)

So when the old man just didn't show up one day. They were completely confused and concerned. Plus they had the old man's hurty-gurdy. The old man had basically lent it, because Dim was going to try and do his best audition for Sun and Moon. Since sun and moon didn't know how to play any rock like instruments. So he was fully expecting to give it back. But the old man wasn't there. (In fact the old man was going to give him the hurdy-gurdy either way. He knew he was on his last strides.)

With the fact that Dim even did an audition. With an instrument that was not supplied in the pizzaplex. Everyone was pretty quickly learning that there was something different with dim. But like always. Sun and Moon were ignoring it. (Mostly for their own hides to not get in trouble.) But the others weren't quite so ignorant. Now Dim was being let out for a specified amount of time each day to play a song or two.

And they could notice the absolute sadness in Dim. DIm had come running too Eclipse quickly to ask why the old man wasn't there. He simply couldn't fathom that the old man wasn't around anymore. Or at least was stuck at home in bed. Eclipse tried his hardest to calm the little guy down. Basically having to explain slowly and painfully that even if the old man had simply been bedridden. They probably would never see him again. And Dim was very sad at this idea.

No one could ignore that dim got this hurdy-gurdy from somewhere. No one could ignore that dim. Despite having been in all their eyes nothing more than a simple AI. Was seemingly sulking and at times looks like he was going to cry. The kids couldn't ignore it either. The evil policeman version of Sun and Moon looked sad. They would play songs on stage and then immediately looks sad. Everyone was trying to talk with them, but Sun and Moon were gate keeping hard. Basically not allowing anyone to figure out what was wrong.

At least until that one scenario where the owner finally catches Dim talking with Eclipse. When they quickly catch on that dim is hiding something, and sun and moon aren't being nice to them. Sun and Moon are called out for what they did. And eventually even eclipse gets a point in time to chew them out. Even if it was extremely dangerous for him.

It took a while for anyone to even realize Dim had this old man friend. They kind of had to rebuild their relationships with Dim. They finally got to hear about it when eclipse was given freedoms by the owner. Who basically just helped dim start off. Everyone was practically surprised that this little AI had a companion even when he was a tiny nonsentient drone. And at that point didn't finally had a group other than eclipse just sort of grieve with.

The old man never came back and no one could really figure out who he was. The warehouse isn't necessarily incredibly close to any living areas. Sure it's closer to a bunch of stores. But no one could track down a nearby housing district that possibly had the old guy. He was gone. But even when Dim was given a new hurdy-gurdy far more themed to the pizza place. He kept the hurdy gurdy. One part of him hoping that somebody would recognize it and tell him what happened. And another part to just remember him.

[1whump-dump1]

Elite - Season 4 Episode 4. (Part 1.) (Part 2 here.)

[hatchan]

Memories of being 11 in 2007

becoming grotesquely self-aware of my physical body

acne started and I didn't understand it

pretty much from day 1, pimple 1, I was popping them to just get rid of it, get it out get it out get it out. I'd wash my face with water afterwards but it took me a while to realize that that didn't make my face perfectly clear again. in fact that was probably making it all worse and I'm still a compulsive popper at 30! lol! lmao! lmfao!!!!!!!

hair started growing places and it felt weird and gross and I felt always weird and gross

and wow now I'm bleeding from my nether regions. this is horrible and weird and gross and I just have to DEAL WITH IT???????? started like a week after I turned 11 too

my 11th birthday was at a stable. my parents arranged for my friends and I to ride and hang out with horses and have some pizza and cake. it was fucking awesome. I love horses. that birthday party was probably the highlight of the year for me lmfao being 11 is a difficult ass year

had braces put on me. that shit HURT

went 24+ hours without consuming food upon getting braces. mouth hurty too much, I remember the pain of trying to crunch a potato chip. big fat NOPE

I was angsty as HELL but also, looking back, justified as hell

to try to make myself feel better about how I looked, you know, because the braces and pimples are plummetting my self-esteem and I've become aware of the fact that I exist to other people very recently, I opted to get my hair cut short. MISTAKE MISTAKE MISTAKE EVEN WORSE

it was fun getting to choose different colors for my braces every month. it was my way of "making the best of it" and getting some choice in the whole thing. I don't remember being asked if I wanted braces (its possible I was asked, but I don't remember). I remember it being a "Ya you need braces, here's how its gonna work, let's go" kind of vibe

the KFC popcorn chicken/mashed potato bowlwas my special treat for after appointments. before I stopped eating meat when I turned 12

I noticed that distressed jeans were becoming popular, so I took a pair of scissors to one of my existing jeans. I was gonna get on the trend with holes in my jeans, see. snip-snapped a bunch of holes in my jeans, see. random holes everywhere, see. like on the hips and legs and knees and everywhere, see. I think that's when I mom knew she was in trouble

oh man. I was horrible to my parents.

I was so mad at myself and my circumstances and my unwanted changes and the more awareness I was getting of the world made the world seem like a more-bad-than-good place, and I took it out on my parents a lot.

I found a card in a stationary store that says "I'm sorry for what I said when I was a teenager" and I need to send that to every relative I have

but being 11 is also when I watched anime for the first time. that is, I was on a flight (red eye, overnight) and couldn't sleep so I was flipping through the tv channels on the airplane seat. it was midnight or so EST, but why was there a cartoon playing? I always loved cartoons/animations, so I was down to watch it, but the first thirty seconds of it the dialogue was something like "He's going to kill me.... I'm loosing so.... much... blood!" and it was a fight scene and so MY fight or flight, sheltered child instinct kicked in and I went OH NO THIS IS A GROWNUP CARTOON I SHOULDN'T BE WATCHING THIS ITS VIOLENT AND RATED R!!!!!

it was Fullmetal Alchemist. Edward Elric was fighting the suit of armor that is the Slicer brothers in one body.

later that year, I was similarly flipping through the channels, landed on a scene from Inuyasha (of people talking), but the channel name on the bottom was Adult Swim so I again went OH NOO I CANT SEE THIS IM NOT AN ADULT

I was totally cool with reading about violent acts, that's when I first got into mystery thrillers and serial killer biographies.

my parents started getting grey hair that year.

[trick-of-the-troubles]

im pretty sure I've been in an hEDS flare up for the past few days and man it is not fun

EVEN MORE joint hurty and shifty out of place, also just my bones in general hurt, what's that about bro

it's been lining up so perfectly with the once in a blue moon motivation I get, too, so I'm motivated to be productive for once while my body seems to have the opposite plans

anyway, yeah, incoherent screaming or. something. I'm not actually too bothered about it lmao

[icharchivist]

I won't let y'all sleep on Seofon any longer

My man is hilarious as f*ck and super skilled with his swords

Also he's hot

But genuinely, get you a man who can go from "I ate all your leftover porridge and now my tummy hurty :'(" to killing God

I love characters who go from comic relief to being stupidly powerful, it is so funny to me

Also jk the fact that he's canonically the strongest sword fighter and everyone still kinda bullies him just adds to the comedy tbh

You think he's some loser because nobody takes him seriously and then he slays absolute p*ssy and all you can say is "ayo" because your jaw is on the floor

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HE IS AMAZING THOUGH I LOVE HIM

He's hilarious, the guy truly has the greatest range of all time in term of being silly to being the most terrifying motherfucker on that ship.

I also think what i really love is that he DOES act silly and that's why no one takes him seriously most of the time, he makes bad puns, he seemingly focus on the wrong thing at the wrong time, he's like "woopsies i'm so silly :3c" and so it means people, in general, wouldn't take him seriously.

And this is the most dangerous thing someone as dangerous as Seofon can make you believe: that you shouldn't take him seriously.

like honestly i could say it's pretty calculated, and i feel like, to some extend it is. Seofon does want you to underestimate him, it makes it easier for him to scheme and figure out how to approach dangerous situations.

but tbh i also feel like he's at a point where he can be so comfortable around the Eternals and the crew that he also let the guard down and he's silly just because sometimes the guy is just silly.

Like him talking about the pudding was him being silly, not him playing 5D Chess.

But he's a man who is always ready to be playing 5D Chess with his opponants. And he knows that the Alter!Seofon we met makes sense because he knows deep down, that he can be this ruthless, that he can be this cold and detached, he just happened to find how to anchor himself in a state of life that doesn't ask of him to be that.

He's a really cool character to watch because he'll constantly act like a loser and people (Feower/Tien/Seox especially) will treat him like a loser, and he'll take the L because sure, he'll let them bully him, but it's like a big sibling who's like 10x times the size of his kid siblings pretending that he's collapsing when his siblings are fighting him because "nooo you're too stroooong how could i deal with any of youuu".

He's so neat, i love him.

[bukvarsbitch]

happy 25 songs of paul f. days!

day 4: "what kind of problems (does an irish cart tart have?)" from the final off book (#52)

i love this song so much; i also forgot how iconic melissabeth is after this one, so go give it a listen if you haven't. this song features an iconic thing in musical improv that makes me laugh every time: two people trying to sing the same thing at the same time without having a clear idea what the other one's doing, just a general one. also, the entire fucking witch sequence is so out of no where but i adore it. this is the last song from this episode, but if you haven't listened, i'd recommend it, especially if you've listened to the year before this ep (and even if you haven't!).

fav bits!

"tAHP of the morning to yA! it's me: caHRL tart!"

*cup rattle* "i'm sorry i fell down!"

"as long as we've known you, you've been an irish man. that's what this timeline has" "ahh tis true, tis true" *wheezing*

"i just like to go on scott's show and talk about the troubles"

the troubles irish cart has: sometimes, he doesn't want to get out of bed; sometimes, he gets an ache inside of his head; sometimes, he sees his shoe's untied; and sometimes, his dear old mother has died

"i'll tEHL you some mORE of my trAHBLES"

some more troubles irish carl tart has: sometimes, his dry cleaning is late; sometimes, he's broken his favorite plate; sometimes, he's fell into a ditch; and sometimes, he's been cursed by a witch

"tis a sad tale.. i wAS WALKING" and the entire witch scene

"i saw a witch and thought, all right"

jess' weird little into the woods-esque witch of irish carl tart <3

"you are cursed forevermore— that you can't go inside a sneaker store!"

"that's me sAD story"

"paul f. tompkins— notable zoo keeper"

"i don't know, there's no chorus, so it really doesn't feel like something you're interested in"

"what kind of troubles does a zookeeper paul f. tompkins have" at the same time as "does a zookeeper pft have" and how it takes zach and jess like three times to realize that one of them should wait

the troubles zoo keeper pft has: the monkeys often won't stay off the rails; it's often hard to get the penguins into the tophand tails; sometimes, he just feels like he needs a break; and, sometimes, he's gotta go and find a snake

"they're not a problem for everyone!" "no?" "i'm irish"

the troubles firefighter eliza has (except for fire): it can get pretty hot because of her, but not (not not) because of her fire; sometimes she just wants to shout "help me!"

"i feel like you're more self-sufficient than that eliza" "that's what people think, but it's not true!"

the troubles ghost podcast scott has: he has to dig up graves; his hands get really hurty; he's super super dirty; the bones smell bad; he's got a weird relationship with his ghost dad (not bill cosby! a different one!)

"but we have these guests in a line; and now i think we're out of time. forthisfirsthalf" *laughter*