#submitted it at 10:30

[pink-lemonadefairy]

Y’all I cooked

[curiosity-killed]

I rlly wanna go to class tonight bc it’s one of my faves, I haven’t been in months & won’t be able to for a while in the future, and I want to test out my janky ass pointe shoes but also I got ~4.5-5 hr of sleep and I want to go to bed So Badly

[yaoi-hate-machine]

they should make a writing residency that’s easy to apply for

[menelron]

Hi i'm not dead, just drowning in uni work 🙃

[meownotgood]

you would do great in nanowrimo

i admire your ability to write more than 50 words, my glitter covered peanut brain could never

oh I wish... don't get the wrong idea... I hope to someday be able to write 50k words in a month... at the pace I write now I think if I tried to do that you would probably never hear from me again

[lepistemologie]

I think I’m the world’s least competent philosophy student of all time until I text the groupchat at noon like “I hope everyone’s draft submission went well!” And at least four people respond with “it was due today?” What do you mean!? It’s due NOW. It’s due this minute my friend. You’re going to be hung, drawn, and quartered by the administrative assistant. God rest your soul.

[dmumt]

transpennine express threatened to ruin my 5 hour cross-country journey by making me miss one of my connections but i simply said not today and sprinted across the entire station in less than a minute while carrying all my stuff so basically don't be surprised if you see me at LA 2028

[incognitopolls]

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[amikyler]

New achievement: I wrote a 2,700 word academic paper in less than 7 hours cause I realized the due date was today and not in two days like I thought

[anonpolls]

Thanks, Anon!

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[itsdelicate]

one of my classes having a workshop/lecture on dissertation skills on the DAY our dissertation is due is so…??? 💀

[catdotjpeg]

Incredible. Palestinians gathered today in Nelson Mandela Square, Ramallah, in the West Bank, playing the South African anthem to pay tribute to South Africa for taking apartheid Israel to the ICJ over its violations of the Genocide Convention. It is us, as Africans, who say thank you to Palestine for being an inspiration for a just and humane world, and for being our constant ally in the struggle for liberation. This heartfelt and beautiful gesture from Palestinians comes at great personal risk, with the Israeli Occupation Forces committing constant atrocities against Palestinians in the West Bank. We salute Palestinians and stand by their side to demand an immediate ceasefire and an end to Israeli apartheid, settler colonialism and occupation. The bond between Africa and Palestine is unbreakable. It is our shared humanity — our heartfelt solidarity — that will bring an end to hateful violence. Palestine will be free!

-- African Artists Against Apartheid, photos by Alaa Daraghme, 10 Jan 2024

As the International Court of Justice prepares to consider whether Israel is committing genocidal acts in its war on Gaza, Palestinians in Ramallah have gathered for a rally celebrating South Africa, the country that first submitted the case against Israel and a nation with longstanding ties to the Palestinian cause. “This rally is actually under the banner of ‘Thank you South Africa'” Al Jazeera correspondent Hoda Abdel-Hamid reported near a crowd gathered around a statue of Nelson Mandela in Ramallah. South African flags could be seen waving in the background. “This rally started with words from the mayor of Ramallah, who said South Africa represented a ‘beacon of hope’ for the Palestinians, reminding them that deep-rooted relations between South Africa and the Palestinians go back to the days of Nelson Mandela.”

-- "Palestinians celebrate South Africa in Ramallah rally" by Linah Alsaafin and Brian Osgood, 10 Jan 2024 16:30 GMT

[curiositysavesthecat]

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[xiaq]

Story time: Amazon can go fuck itself, and other genteel thoughts.

Good evening. I’m angry.

Up until now, I’ve purchased the majority of items I can’t thrift from Amazon because it’s easy and cost-effective, despite the moral qualms I have about the company. Previously, support was simple. If an item was damaged or a package didn’t arrive, you hopped on chat/the phone, provided proof, and they gave you a refund or return label.

But some shitstain from on high has introduced a new “incident report” process when something goes wrong. You submit your details, you wait 72 hours, and then they give you a refund. This would also be fine. If it fucking worked. But I have, at this point, irrefutable evidence that this is not actually how the process is intended to work. It’s meant to drive you so far up the wall that you either die from a stress-induced heart attack, or rage quit, and they get to keep your money.

In the last several months, I’ve had to submit three incident reports for damaged and undelivered items (I’m also encountering a lot more issues with item delivery, but that’s a different story).

ALL THREE TIMES, the process has taken weeks rather than days because ALL THREE TIMES they conveniently “had no record” of multiple incident reports I submitted despite the fact that I had confirmation emails each and every time.

Now, I’m a petty bitch, so even though the hours I was spending checking in, waiting on hold on the phone, being passed from agent to agent, was not worth the $10 and $20 refunds I was trying to get them to honor, I wasn’t going to give up. This last time, though. Oh they really tried.

So. My item isn’t delivered. I submit an incident report on the 12th and get my confirmation email of the submission on the 12th. I haven’t heard back by the 14th so I call and check. Shockingly, they have no record of my report. I submit another one, get another confirmation email. I call back the next day to check they received it. They have not. I beg them to let me forward the confirmation emails I have. I ask what else I can do different. They tell me to submit a new report and hang up on me. I submit another report. I receive another confirmation email. I call the next day. Can you guess? They have no record of it. This time, I ask for them to stay on the line with me while I submit a new report and confirm it’s been received. He confirms receipt and promises I will receive a response by the 21st. I record this conversation because I have a suspicion.

Hello. It is the 21st. Have I received a response? No. I call back. THIS ASSHOLE, who I’m pretty sure is reading this shit from a script, says, (are you ready for this) “There’s no record of an incident report, you’ll need to submit one.” I insist that I had confirmation in writing and verbally. She insists it does not exist.

So I tell her. I now have four confirmation emails. I have a recording of an Amazon support person with their credentials assuring me with the product number stated, that they’ve received my report. I also have been recording this conversation. And if she cannot assist me, I will be posting those emails and both recordings to every social media platform I have, filing a BBB complaint, and checking with my lawyer to see what options I have for legal action (do I have a lawyer? Of course not. But she doesn’t know that).

Immediately, she is backpedaling. “Oh, let me check again, maybe I missed it.” Less than 30 seconds later she’s back on the line. “I’m so sorry for the misunderstanding, I do have your report here. I will process a refund now.” Shocking. I am shocked.

IT SHOULD NOT TAKE THIS MUCH EFFORT TO GET A COMPANY TO HONOR THEIR PROMISED LEVEL OF SUPPORT.

Jesus Christ.

B and I will be finding different local places to purchase items we tend to buy via Amazon now, because I have every intention of ending our Prime membership. It looks like between Costco and Target we should be covered.

Anyway. No point to this except to rant. Thanks for reading if you got this far. I’m going to go lay under the weight of my dog and try to get my heart rate down.

[hurtcember]

Above is the official Hurtcember 2024 prompts list.

Below are alternative prompts in case one doesn't want to do a few of the prompts (but still do the whole challenge) or for those who just want to write/draw more.

Both lists are typed out at the bottom of this post.

RULES 1. You can write/draw for any fandom or pairing 2. You can write/draw SFW or NSFW content, just label it accordingly 3. Please tag any Tumblr posts sharing your prompt fills with #hurtcember2024 so that we can find and repost them 4. If you post your works to AO3, please add them to this collection and add "Hurtcember" and/or "Hurtcember 2024" to the additional tags of your prompt fill(s) 5. The challenge officially starts on December 1st but feel free to write/draw before then and/or submit things after the month ends officially, whatever works best for you 6. Be kind to other participants 7. You DO NOT have to do every single prompt if you don't want to. The point is to have fun and spark creativity, not to feel like you're doing a chore

Prompts List (Text Copy) 1. Collapse 2. Breakdown 3. Blood 4. Scars 5. Faint 6. Touch-Starved 7. Abandoned 8. Cuddle 9. Exhaustion 10. Touch Aversion 11. Caretaking 12. Cry 13. Nightmare 14. Near Death 15. Trauma 16. Bruise 17. Concussion 18. Fatigue 19. Desperate 20. Panic 21. Afraid 22. Self-Harm 23. Bed-bound 24. Dissociate 25. Accident 26. Guilt 27. Pain 28. Captive 29. Dehydration 30. Dizzy 31. Hyperventilation

Alt Prompts List (Text Copy) 1. "Don't leave" 2. "Help me" 3. "Leave me alone" 4. "It's my fault" 5. "Take my hand"

[cute-n-curious]

Monster Dating App: Surprise Me #1

[Author's note: this is a little long but I promise it goes somewhere fun.]

Your face falls when you first lay eyes on him. He looks so... ordinary. A clean cut, attractive man, maybe late 20s/early 30s, fit but not overly muscular, tidy but unremarkable in his dark navy dress shirt with cuffs rolled up, sandy-coloured pants. A solid 8 out 10 for a man, but a man nonetheless. A human. *yawn*

He smiles cheerily and politely holds up a bottle of some non-descript white wine. Automatically, you open your door wider to let him into your apartment. You don't feel bad anymore about showing up to this "date" in t-shirt and shorts.

As you watch him take off his shoes to survey your living room, your mind races to remember what you had submitted into that app. You were sure you had selected:

✓ Monster/Non-human - subtype: "surprise me"

✓ Open to: fucking (non-violent)

✓ Penetration preference: receiving (no anal)

☓ Agree to being bred

Meeting place: my home

Your best friend had introduced you to that app a week ago. It was strictly invite only, and she sent you the invite as soon as she received it. She could not stop talking about it since she first downloaded a few weeks back. She couldn't believe it at first, an app that hooks you up to occult creatures? Grindr for monsters? Unlike Grindr though, the app sets you up on dates based on your preferences selected. The app says that all date candidates are carefully vetted by the organisation strictly in accordance with submitted requests.

Since she had downloaded the app 3 weeks ago, your friend could not stop gushing about the dates she's been on. She's dated (and fucked!) a werewolf, a shadow creature, a slime man, the latter being her favourite. She's been adventurous with her date preferences, never meeting at home. She's fucked in a forest, an abandoned house, in some alleyway in a neighbouring city.

You were eager to try the app out after hearing about her escapades. Your libido has always been high but it's been through the roof lately and fucking random guys from Tinder just isn't cutting it. But you were also nervous so the dating preferences you had set came out pretty tame.

Is this why they just sent some guy?

You snap out of your musings as you saw him put down the bottle of wine on your dining table. You had prepared a quick dinner, not knowing what to expect to come through the door. Your good manners kick in and you give him a smile and make small talk as you plate dinner - just a simple pasta carbonara for you both. He's cute, you thought, maybe he'll be good enough to dull that ache in your pussy tonight that you've been trying (and failing) to address with your toys.

He sits downs and happily chats away as he steadily goes through the pasta. He says he works in banking as a middle manager, he enjoys hiking on the weekends and likes watching sports on TV. You nod along, trying to keep up with the conversation, sipping on the wine and picking at the pasta, but find yourself absolutely spacing out given the monotony.

You hear him say, "... and she said what can I do if they said you asked if you want the papers..."

Without a second thought you mumble, "I want my pussy stuffed". It takes a second for you register what you said, and mortified you gasp, turning red as a tomato, stutter "uh sorry *cough* ignore that, what did you say?"

Why did you say that?? Ugh, you can just die right now.

He gazes at you steadily, a small smile (is that a hint of a smirk?) on his face. "No worries, as I was saying..." he resume. You gulp down some wine to try to still you thumping heart, relaxing as you see him continue from where he left off. You sit up and try to engage with what he's saying, but it's just so tedious.

He continues, "... and my boss said to do it for John and you can go if you want. So me and John went inside the office and you and..."

Your mind has wandered and you can't think straight. You murmur "...yes, now". You realise too late that his chatting might be having some weird hypnotic effect on you, that certain words he's saying seem to be whispered straight into your ear, fizzing into your brain, shooting down your spine and making you suddenly wet and horny. You're not even embarrassed now, you simply look at him, eyes half-lidded, breathing unsteady, feeling the electric tingle in the air.

He meets your gaze, still with the small smile on his face. "Hm," he appears to muse, abruptly stopping whatever anecdote he was relaying. Suddenly in the silence, you feel something brush against your thigh. It's his hand on your thigh, warm and firm, caressing your skin and very slowly making its way up your leg.

You enjoy the jolt of skin-to-skin contact for a second but quickly realise that something's not right. He's sitting on the other side of your dining table, there's no way his arm is long enough to touch you like this under the table. You look up and gasp, not quite believing what you're seeing.

Your date is still sitting in his chair across from you, the small curious smile still on his face, his eyes looking intensely into yours. But you watch, mouth agape, as long arms start sprouting from his shoulders and torso, fully formed human-like arms with hands at the end of each. His clothes doesn't appear to be actual fabric, but it morphed and distended with his skin. In the still silence of your living room, you hear what sounds like bones and cartilage forming and cracking under skin, as these long arms grow out from him.

Without you noticing, the hand that was snaking its way up your thigh has found the edge of your underwear and is running a finger lazily along the edge. Another hand has come along and joined the exploration. You're breathing heavily, incredulous but so intrigued, at all this was happening so quickly. You look up again and see two of the arms carefully pushing side the dining table as your date gets up from his chair.

You feel like you can't look away as his limbs suddenly close the distance between you two by scooping you towards him. Suddenly, you feel his lips on you, tender and firm, his tongue soft and wet, like a human tongue. But there's nothing human about the arms and hands, oh so many hands, all over you.

You find yourself carried into the bedroom, dark and cool, the lights off and the room only illuminated dimly by the moonlight coming in through the open window. You feel the hands, touching you under your clothes, then removing your clothes. You feel numerous hands running over your breasts, over your hips, through your hair, as your date continues gently kissing you.

You whimper as you feel the hands massaging you, kneading your shoulders, scalp, calves, thighs, feet, back, butt, all at once. It feels so so good to feel the strong hands squeezing and playing with your breasts, pinching your nipples. The hands, in their ministrations, are effectively pining you to the bed, while you date hovers over you, now kissing your ear and your neck.

Why oh why are there no hands on your pussy? You're so wet, so desperate to be touched down there, to be filled. "Please," you gasp, "please touch me" as you writhe and buck up against him. "But I am touching you" he said smiling, looking up at you, a twinkle in his eye. "You know what I mean!" you snap, panting and frustrated.

"Oh you mean like this?" he whispers in your ear. Suddenly you feel fingers, so many fingers touching, stroking your pussy and your clit. You feel the gush of how wet you must be, then you hear how wet you must be, the slick sounds of one, then two then three fingers slowly slide in and out of your pussy while another circle and massage your clit. All the while, the other hands continue their touching and massaging of your body. You've never felt this intensity, this level of touch all over before. You moan and gasp as you try to grind against the fingers, the knuckles, anything to increase the pace, pressure and sensation.

"You're just a delight" he murmurs as you suddenly find yourself flipped by the hands onto your belly. A hand covers your eyes and now all is dark. You only hear your lewd panting and moaning, the quiet squelchy sounds of the fingers relentlessly pumping in and out of your dripping pussy. The fingers in your pussy finally picks up the pace, rubbing over and over against the g-spot inside. The fingers on your clit matches the speed of the fingers inside you. The massaging intensifies and you suddenly feel fingers in your mouth that you greedily suck on, uncaring of the drool seeping out of your mouth.

Your moans turn to whimpers to groans as you feel your orgasm building. Right as you're about to cum a fourth finger is added into you pussy and the additional stretching pushes you over the edge as you grind yourself helplessly against the digits as the waves of pleasure wash over you.

As you come down from the high, you feel the hands giving you a warm gentle hug, as a hand pulls a blanket over your body, tucking you in.

Your date sits next to you on the bed, once again looking like an ordinary human man, his excess limbs gone. He says quietly, "I hope that was alright for you. I haven't been a human for long and it's been very helpful to learn what makes your kind happy. I'm still learning how to best communicate my telepathy, your species isn't very forthcoming with strangers."

You sleepily say, "that was amazing, you're doing great. But as a tip, next time get your cock out, you'll find that many human women, and men, will enjoy using that too."

"Oh you mean these?" he replies, unzipping his pants.

[Part 2 now released.]