#take that and that and that. fuck you bread

[jeza-red]

They're distopian to me, because alcoholism was a fucking plague during the communist era and Eastern Europe is still paying for it.

Because yeah, unless you lived in metropolitan Russia or worked for the government, alcohol was one of the few things you could actually buy with your hard earned money. The shops were otherwise empty.

My great grandfather and grandfather were relatively wealthy, grandpa had a car, a few motorcycles, he bought first TV in the village - but when stuff wasn't there, it didn't matter how much money you had.

And it wasn't only "Western imports" - it was the products made in your own country. It was furniture. It was cured meats. It was clothes and home goods. It was cars. It was toilet paper. Shit was exported out of your country and you were buying whatever you could when it appeared, because it could not appear for a while. The price of goods like a car could double overnight for no sane reason and so fuck your savings I guess. Money was devalued at a drop of a hat.

I remember using thousands of zlotys to buy groceries. Thousands. A loaf of bread was a thousand. A nice bicycle a million. Imagine buying a single chewing gum and paying $500 for it. Coins of the currency were useless, we played with handfuls of them as kids.

People drank because that's one of the few things you could do with your money. It was, quite literally, a social issue.

And these pretty posters? Yeah, they are cute. Without the political background sorrounding them, they are pretty great actually.

But what they are is an expression of the illusion the Party tried to project. Friendly, caring, cultured. Feed the birds, go for a walk, use library, don't drink to much:) The intended uplifting of the working class through these pretty images of a perfect life. If you save money, you can buy a car! No, for real you can! Promise you can:) Aren't you happy you love in this superb system that allows you to do such fun things?

People who take these at face value have no understanding how the system was working it's way into every part of people's lives and how goddamn hard it tried to present itself as cultured and enlightened.

But yeah, Sov-time art has a special pleasant retro vibe to it. It's cute, honestly. In a vacuum.

love those old soviet posters that are just advertising like, an activity. not some “go to mike’s hardware for the BEST deals around!” just “hey, you can learn stuff at libraries” or “consider going for a hike in the countryside” big kin

[tateypots]

4 Weeks

18+ MDNI

Pairing: dark!Tommy x reader, dark!Joel x reader

A/N: Part 3 of the Collared series, same warnings as usual. It’s dark so please heed the warnings if it’s not for you.

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: It’s been 4 weeks since Joel and Tommy took you.

Warnings: Non-Con, dark Joel, dark Tommy, kidnapping, fingering, daddy kink, uncle kink, unprotected piv, creampie, restraints.

Part 1 Part 2

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4 weeks. It’s been 4 weeks since you woke up naked and chained to a bed in a strange cabin. 4 weeks since you cried and pleaded with Joel as he explained your new situation, since he told you that you would be safe, fed, taken care of and all that was expected in return was for you to spread your legs for Daddy Joel and Uncle Tommy. 4 weeks since you begged him to let you go, told him through broken sobs that you didn’t want this, that you were a virgin. 4 weeks since he told you he’d already taken care of that for you. 4 weeks since he crawled on top of you the first time that wasn’t really the first time, just the first one you could remember.

4 weeks of exquisite torture. 4 weeks of your body betraying your mind and exploding with pleasure every time you were fucked against your will by men twice your age. The first few times you had fought; punched and kicked and scratched at them to no avail. They were bigger than you, stronger, but they were never rough with you, never lost their tempers. Never beat you into submission. They just let you fight until you tired yourself out and gave in, or took hold of your wrists in their huge hands and held you firmly but carefully until they were done, praise dripping from their lips as they defiled you. They made sure you came on their cocks before bursting inside you, groaning out their satisfaction deep and loud.

You gave up the fighting pretty quickly, realising how futile it was but you still cried every time. They didn’t appear to pay it any mind, didn’t let your tears get in the way of their pleasure.

They at least kept their word. You were fed three meals a day. At first you had refused to eat anything but you’d experienced real hunger since the outbreak, never knowing where your next meal might come from, going days and days with nothing but water and you couldn’t willingly inflict that on yourself for long. And as Joel had told you one day after removing a hardly touched plate of bread and cheese, ��you need to eat darlin’, need to keep your strength up. We’ll take our payment for it either way.”

Within the 4 weeks you’d been here you’d settled into an uneasy routine. Breakfast was usually served right after your morning fuck with Tommy. He liked to fuck you in the morning. Really he just liked to fuck you before Joel stretched you out. Tommy’s cock was big but Joel’s was obscene. You often wondered how it managed to all fit inside of you without splitting you in two.

Along with breakfast you were given your birth control pill. That you had never objected to, once they had explained what it was. The last thing you wanted was to get pregnant.

After breakfast they’d head out to do their chores and jobs around the cabin. You could hear them, sometimes even see them through the window by your bed. You’d be left alone until lunch time, they’d come in sweaty and dirty, feed you, fuck you and head back out until dinner time. After dinner they’d sit and talk while you lay huddled in your corner, trying to pretend you were anywhere else unless one or the other decided to take you one last time before bed.

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Tommy was inside you now. He’d wandered into the main room shortly after daybreak and gently shaken you awake before telling you how he wanted you; “hands and knees princess,” before manhandling you into position, wasting no time in pushing his morning wood into you. He always fucked you hard and fast, careful to stay on the pleasurable side of rough. Tears streamed down your face, your sobs mingling with the uncontrollable moans that his impressive cock drew from you as it moved in and out of your overworked pussy. His hands gipped your hips as your bodies connected over and over again, the tainted pleasure taking over every other feeling, allowing you a brief window of respite from the confusion, anger and fear.

As Joel emerged from his bedroom, hair mussed and wiping sleep from his eyes, Tommy pulled you up to him, snaking an arm up over your torso to wrap lightly around your neck, not squeezing, just holding you in place, his hips never losing their pace. “Say good morning to Daddy princess,” he commanded before placing a soft little kiss right under your ear, “show him how good you’re being for Uncle Tommy.”

“G-good morning,” even in your fucked out state you refused to apply the monikers they had bestowed upon themselves. Tommy’s other hand left your hip and began rubbing little circles on your swollen clit, drawing a wail from you as your hips bucked of their own accord.

“Good morning baby,” Joel replied, pouring himself a cup of coffee as he watched his brother fuck you senseless, “how is she this mornin’?” Joel asked, this time directing his words at Tommy.

“Fuckin’ perfect. This little pussy is always so tight in the mornin’. Treatin’ my dick real nice.”

He increased the pressure on your clit as his hand slipped from your throat to grab at your tit, pinching your nipple until it hardened for him, simultaneously sucking a mark into your neck. The overwhelming sensations he was forcing onto you drove you full force into a powerful orgasm that ripped through your body, your pussy leaking and convulsing around him.

“Oh fuck there she is! Fuck I love it when she does that, little cunt’s chokin’ my cock, goddamn!” Unable to contain himself in the wake of your orgasm Tommy rammed himself as deep as he could go, gripping onto you tightly to hold you still and erupted inside you, painting your walls white with a loud grunt. ​

He gently lowered you both onto the bed, still inside you. You sniffled and took a shaky breath as Tommy pulled out of you, unable to stop the tears falling. He placed soft kisses to your neck and jaw as he stroked your arms in an attempt to sooth you. You hated this, the cloying affection they lavished on you when they were done using you. Hated how much you craved it. Hated how good it felt to be wrapped in the strong arms of your abusers, adding another layer to the guilt and self-loathing you felt for the way your body reacted to being violated.

“Did so good for me princess, such a good girl. M’ proud of you.”

He knelt up on the bed and pried your legs apart, eyeing his creamy load seeping out of you as Joel brought over a damp cloth and handed it to him. As Tommy began cleaning you up Joel braced his hands on the mattress and leant over you to give you a kiss. Before he could connect you turned your head and his lips brushed gently over your cheek. This was another routine you had fallen into. Joel trying to kiss you several times a day, each time you denied him your lips. You refused to give him your first kiss. If he wanted it he’d have to take it like he’d taken everything else. You knew he could, you just hadn’t quite worked out why he hadn’t yet.

“There we are, good as new,” Tommy declared as he got off the bed, gave himself a quick wipe with the cloth and sauntered over to dump it into the hamper. Joel slid his arms under you and picked you up, carrying you to the table bridal style, your chain clinking behind you. He gently deposited you on one of the chairs at the dining table before placing a bowl of granola topped with dried fruit in front of you along with your little pill and a glass of water. They sat as well, eating their own breakfasts and divvying up the days tasks.

Breakfast done and dishes washed they disappeared to get dressed for the day before heading out into the cold to tend to the animals and mend fences and cut wood for the fire. With nothing else to do you lay down and fell back asleep.

You awoke a few hours later as the mattress dipped, Joel sliding onto the bed behind you and nuzzling into your shoulder, spooning himself around you. “Hey there sleeping beauty, you have a nice nap?”

“Yes.” He was already naked. And hard. You could feel his erection prodding your lower back. You tried to ignore how good his warm skin felt against yours.

“Lets get you ready for me baby,” he said as he lifted your leg over his meaty thigh and slid his hand down over your slit, dipping his thumb inside you slightly and using the remnants of your slick and Tommy’s cum as lubricant to rub little circles on your clit. Sparks of pleasure radiated out from your little bundle of nerves as he continued to play with it, drawing out a whimper from you.

“That’s it, good girl. Don’ fight it, just let it happen,” he encouraged you, leaving a trail of kisses across your shoulder. His thumb stayed steady on your clit as he slid a finger inside you, pumping it in and out.

“Still so tight after all the times we’ve fucked you. But she opens up so nice with some encouragement don’ she?” He slipped another thick finger into you and you couldn’t contain the moan that escaped. You tried to distract yourself, to think of anything other than how good this felt but he increased his pace and added a third thick finger, hooking them now against that spongy spot again and again and your resistance disintegrated, you clenched hard around his fingers as you cried out, grabbing onto his arm to ground yourself as the waves of pleasure threatened to wash away what was left of your sanity. It was only after the waves had receded that you realised what had happened. You’d never willingly touched them before other than to punch and scratch at them in the early days. And you still hadn’t moved your hand. As you panted through your recovery, he slid his arm through your grip until your hand was in his and he lifted it to his mouth and gave it a soft kiss.

The tears started then. Not out of fear for what was about to happen but because you were so ashamed of yourself. For how that small instinctual act during a mindless moment felt like you had conceded something to him.

“On your back baby, spread your legs.”

You closed your eyes. You couldn’t look at him right now, you were too close to breaking, to surrendering to him completely, you were so tired of fighting against yourself. You rolled onto your back and spread your legs, bent at the knee, just how he liked. You felt him position himself between your thighs, his big hands resting on your knees as he admired you.

His hands slid down your thighs, up over your hips and belly to cup your breasts.

“Fuck, this body. This tight little body all for Daddy to play with. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful baby,” he growled out as he groped you and lay his body over yours. One of his hands slid back down your body to take himself in hand and guide his throbbing cock to your entrance. He slowly started pushing in and your breath caught in your throat at the stretch.

Inch by inch he eased himself inside you until he was half way sheathed. He retracted slightly and gave your earlobe a sharp nip with his teeth, the pain and shock momentarily distracting you from him ramming himself forward, bottoming out with a grunted “fuck!”

You cried out in surprise, gripping the sheets so hard your knuckles turned white. He’d never done that before, always working himself in slowly until he was fully sheathed. As the shock dissipated you realised he hadn’t yet started moving, allowing you to assess the damage. You were surprised to find the sting was already starting to fade into pleasure and your breathing began to settle. No permanent damage it seemed.

He started rocking into you, small retractions of his hips before pushing back in, retreating further and further each time until he was pulling out almost to the tip before reclaiming your pussy, letting you feel his full and impressive length each time. His pace and intensity stated to increase as he huffed and moaned on top of you, while you fought with your body once again, fruitlessly trying to keep your arousal at bay.

“Fuck, you feel so fuckin’ good. Daddy loves your sweet little pussy baby, loves how she stretches around this big cock, oh Jesus.”

His head was buried in the crook of your neck, sucking and nipping at the tender flesh, leaving mark after mark as his cock pounded relentlessly into you. You were losing the battle with your body, electric pleasure bursting through you with every thrust into you, moans dripped from your lips unchecked as you entered that dreamy state of weightlessness, where everything was forgotten except the rapture radiating from your core.

“That’s it baby, oh yeah, come on give it to me, give Daddy what he wants. Ugh, come on my cock baby, come for Daddy.”

And you did. His words the ignition to the explosion that had been building within you. Your back arched off the bed as you screamed out in bliss, your pussy clenching as you gushed around him, triggering his own climax as he slammed into you a final time and came deep inside of you with a howl.

He slumped on top of you as you both returned to Earth, breathless and shaking. He pushed himself up onto his arms, his cock still lodged inside of you. He gazed at you for a few moments before leaning forward, you closed your eyes and turned your head, still denying him the prize of your lips.

The sound of the refrigerator closing snapped you back to reality and your eyes popped open. In the intensity of your fucking, neither you nor Joel had noticed Tommy coming back inside. You watched as he placed plates with sandwiches on the table before announcing, “lunch is ready.”

@aurorawritestoescape

[storytellingbadger]

Impact Event | chapter 5 sneak peek #2

Warning for plenty of swearing. Blue Moon bullying Eclipse (who deserves it) and having the time of his life.

Solar crawled from the playscape, bracing himself for a volley of mockery - but instead, Blue Moon waved smugly from the security desk, beaming wickedly from cheek to cheek.

“Behold. My inimitable genius.”

Beside him sat Eclipse. Or, more accurately, beside him was a restrained, livid Eclipse. 

Blue Moon had bolted him to a chair with what looked like at least three rolls of industrial duct tape. 

Only the crimson tips of his fingers, belled toes and head protruded from the criss-cross cat’s cradle of tape. Apoplectic lightning-yellow eyes beheld Blue Moon with a loathing that seemed somehow transcendental, a hatred that defied the laws of time and space. Solar didn’t know it was possible for a mechanical faceplate to contort with so much sheer, murderous venom.

Conversely, the blue-eyed Moon looked immeasurably pleased with himself. He lounged on the edge of the security desk with satisfied glee, relishing being safely in scratching range of a de-clawed Eclipse, duct-taped into immobility.

“I can feel the hate,” grinned Blue Moon, wafting a hand through the air as if soaking in the smell of freshly baked bread or a bubbling pot, “It’s nice. Lucky we don’t have hair, because taking that off a human would suck.”

“I’m going to get out of here, you insufferable son of a bitch,” whispered Eclipse wildly, “And I’m going to find out if it’s possible to beat someone to death with a roll of fucking tape.”

“Well, it’s important to have dreams,” grinned Blue Moon, obnoxiously pretending to crack his knuckles and hopping to his feet, “In the meantime, I’ve got to head out. Back in an hour. This way, Captain Epiphany over there—” he pointed at Solar, “—and the resident bleeding heart—” he pointed at Blue Eyes, “—don’t have to worry about you being yourself. And hey, check it out.” He spun the chair slowly, rotating Eclipse like an eight-feet rotisserie chicken. Wordless, blistering static tumbled from Eclipse in place of indescribable rage as he span. “Top tier DIY home entertainment.”

“I will end your life,” spat Eclipse as he spun back the right way.

“Like you ended your Sun’s liberty,” retorted Blue Moon.

Almost hysterically, Solar wondered if it would be practical to laugh himself hoarse and punch Blue Moon at the same time.

“Go fuck yourself, Bluey,” snarled Eclipse.

“You’d know what that’s like, since your Sun rejected you.”

“Oh my god,” groaned Blue Eyes, rubbing his face, “Can we not? Please?”

Blue Moon spun the chair again. “It’s not my fault I’m the only one here who’s still got his Sun.”

“Moon!” snapped Blue Eyes, “Enough.”

“What? Too soon?”

“You know full w—yes. Too much, too… too everything!”

“Mm. Fun police,” grumbled Blue Moon, fixing his hat as he headed past towards the castle doors. “Fine, I’m gone. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t, or whatever. Back in a bit.”

Blue Eyes stared hard at the floor, tangerine rays rattling in their housing, and Blue Moon flicked one as he passed. The sunny-model didn’t so much as flinch.

“Hey. I wouldn’t leave you here with these freaking stowaways if I didn’t have to, you know?”

“I know,” mumbled Blue Eyes, “It’s okay. I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?” said Blue Moon, his teeth-bared grin dulling at the edges as his gossamer gaze hardened. “It’s okay, I can ask—”

“No, I’m good. Just be fast. And stay safe.”

“Always do, brother.” Blue Moon ducked his head briefly to knock his forehead against his brother’s, the contact there and gone in less than a second, before the lunar-model swept towards the doors. “Don’t take any crap from them, Sun. I won’t be long.”

“Can you just never come back?” yelled Eclipse after Blue Moon’s retreating back, “Ever?”

Blue Moon threw a middle finger gesture over his shoulder as the castle doors closed, leaving Solar, Eclipse and Blue Eyes behind.

Eclipse let loose a rasping, rippling growl of relief. “I didn’t think it was possible to hate a Moon more than mine, but you learn something new every day.”

Solar snorted darkly and snapped a photo, cranking the shutter snicker-click obnoxiously loud. “I don’t know. Bastard’s growing on me.”

(Impact Event on AO3 here. Plus Blue Moon character ref here and Blue Eyes character ref here.)

[mamawasatesttube]

i still can't believe that "you should read comic books in the comic book fandom" is somehow some kind of spicy hot take tbh. comics are cool and some of them have my best friend superman in them. and if that's not enough they even have lois lane. what's not clicking

[caffeinatedfart]

Homemade Fresh Bread ( ´∀`)

2 to 1 》 bread flour to whole wheat

[jessmalia]

Mal's Avatar: The Last Airbender rewatch: The beach 3.05

[thinkingofausername]

please interact with this post in any way if you at least understand or are intrigued by rat boy micah (god forbid maybe even like him). it's tough finding like-minded people when it comes to him

[pickled-flowers]

Btw yesterday I met a person named Bean who worked at a sex toys packaging factory and we ate risotto and pie

[blueheartedwolf]

Y’all I’m completely flat broke and need cat litter, cat food, and groceries. My phone bill is due on the 7th. I had to call out of work yesterday because of nerve pain and now I only work two days this week and need to pay rent too. I really can’t do this shit anymore I’ve been trying so hard to get by without help bc I never feel like I deserve it but I can’t take it anymore. My friends and partners can only offer moral support bc we’re all fucking poor.

I really don’t know what to say. I know so many of us are struggling and it makes me so mad that ANYONE has to beg online or out on the street just to survive. I’m so angry all the time that community aid is seen as a last resort. It should be easy to find help and support in the people around you and it’s not and it’s bullshit. So few people care.

I don’t have a dollar amount I’m asking for, the number would be so high and I don’t care if I get all I need I just need SOMETHING. Anything to feed myself and take care of my cat.

Please.

[figofswords]

anybody remember the stephanie brown essay I was working on under a research grant fully last summer? yeah it’s not done yet it super needs to be done and I’ve been avoiding working on it for weeks. someone tell me to just do it already

[a-treatise-on-velociraptors]

"I felt unfulfilled working the corporate rat race and spending my entire life trying to climb some company ladder for more money and status" Yes! Go! Good! Being a cog in the corporate machine sucks!

"...So I realized that a woman's true calling is to submit entirely to her husband so he can run the corporate rat race while she lives in the home and gives away her independence so she can raise his children and do his housework and submit to his decisions even if they're flawed (or worse, abusive)!" No stop what is wrong with you why would you think that is the solution to this

[bigothteddies]

I think that part of what like. kills me about the whole media literacy and critical thinking aspect of enjoying media these days is that people refuse to like. contextualize that

A. Bad media can still hold significant meaning to people

B. Media made for a demographic you aren’t apart of is not inherently bad media

C. Media made for and consumed by the opposite demographic is not inherently shallow or flawed nor is it above criticism for its media tropes either.

[gailynovelry]

“Kill the part of you that—”

I 100% understand the sentiment, but what if we would have an easier time talking down “the part of us that.” What if we tire of violence against the self?

[variksel]

in honor of european tour dates being announced darryl wilson is so fucking finnishcoded

[highlifeboat]

I am ignoring any possible plot holes within this headcanon and choosing to say one of them went to an out of state college or university.

[spacebread-7]

Why do people get mad at fast food/retail/essential workers like be so fucking for real

I work at a local pretzel place and the amount of (grown adult) people I've seen throw literal fits over folded bread is insane. It's fancy bread and cheese your honor. A step above midevil peasant food. You are a peasant as am I. Stop complaining and take the fucking pretzel istg