#there’s so many random horrible errors too like

[chibishortdeath]

I love running into more random old stuff related to Simon’s Quest— anyway the World’s of Power novel is fucking hilarious and has some insane lines so I’m just dumping a fuck ton of them I screenshotted. Putting under a cut cause it’s long, but oh my god this thing is something else hahahahdjdjshs 💀💀💀💀💀💀

I don’t even know what to say about this! Absolutely fucking hilarious! Terrible! One of the novels ever! Painful to read! I’m enjoying it!

Here’s the link to it :3

[xhoneygirlxx]

Watermelon Sugar

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

summary: Eddie shows you the eight wonder of the world. his mouth.

warnings: reader and eddie are 18+, established relationship, fluff, Eddie being a munch. nicknames/pet names used (baby, honey, sweetheart, etc.) MINORS DNI 18+ smut: fem oral receiving, blowjobs mentioned, talks of past sexual experiences, praise/body worship, swearing. *Skin Color/Ethnicity not mentioned! not proofread, spelling errors and horrible writing.

if I miss anything plz lmk!

a/n: hello my loves! thank you all for the kind words and reactions on my last couple of posts! as you all know smut is not my forte but I felt the need to write this. am I projecting??? maybe but we’re gonna pretend that i'm not :)

The low hum of Steve Nicks’ voice plays through Eddie’s room, the soundtrack of your makeout session with your boyfriend. Orange glow from the late afternoon sun comes through the window, an angelic glow casting around the frizz of the mentalhead’s hair.

It started as an innocent day, hanging out together in a comfortable silence in his room. Him doodling in his notebook and you flipping through one of his old comic books. Somewhere along the way a featherlight touch turned into shared giggles, sitting in his lap turned into a chaste kiss, and it ended up with him in between your parted knees, kissing like his life depended on it.

A curtain of curls block out the skylight, tender lips on yours like melted honey, and big hands roaming down the expanse of your body. When Eddie moves away from your mouth, he takes the oxygen from your lungs with him and you whimper at the loss.

"Gonna let me have a taste of you, pretty girl?" Big doe eyes shine down to you, way too eager and excited. Your stomach twists into knots, the training you put yourself through in case of this moment, has all been for nothing. What do you say to the man that hovers over you with so much love in his eyes?

"How about I suck you off instead, hmm?" You try to come off as sensual but instead you sound scared.

It's an offer that you've made so many times over the short course of your relationship with Eddie. This was your first real relationship besides the eight grade love affair you had with Simon Willard. That only lasted a week.

You weren't anywhere near a virgin, that so called sacred part of yourself is now in the possession of a random boy you met on vacation before your senior year. Hookups weren't uncommon to you but what was uncommon to you was the affection you received during the sex.

People you've hooked up with never really cared to get you nice and ready the way Eddie does, prepping you with two or more fingers, working you open so that it doesn't hurt going in. Guys didn't care if you got off or not, they were just looking for a hole to fill and someone who wouldn't get clingy.

You had guy friends, including Eddie before you started dating, and you heard the horror stories they had of going down on a girl. It was never in mean spirit, although the discussion should've stayed in the bedroom, but it still scared you shitless. How one girl didn't properly take care of herself, causing the smell to be rancid. This girl didn't wipe the right way, leaving scraps of toilet paper down there. And the one that really settled itself into your brain, was how good or bad a girl tasted.

Of course you, and all of your guy friends, knew that girls didn't taste like ice cream, or strawberries, or candy. It was made up, another bullshit beauty standard for woman to worry about.

You had paid attention to the way guys would ask you if you wanted it done. The way they would sigh and roll their eyes like it was the biggest task of their lives. You would end up telling them that you're more of a giver than receiver, and that you just weren't interested in that whole thing. When they would release a breath of relief you would fill with shame, almost like you were the one who requested it to be done and had been turned down. The embarrassment of rejection you didn't even ask for.

So when you and Eddie first had sex as boyfriend and girlfriend, you made it your mission to never let that horrid question come from his mouth. You always made sure to offer him head first, and if it looked like he was about to ask, you'd simply tell him you couldn't wait anymore.

Now here you are, under him, ready and willing to take him in your mouth, and he's gotten the question out before you could beat him to the punch.

"Ya know I will never say no to that, sweetheart. But-"

Uh oh. That's the word that comes before a life or death sentence. It's hanging heavy over you, the once comfortable silence is now killing you. Squeezing all of the air out of your body, limbs going numb with the loss of circulation, all the while your ears ring like an explosion has gone off.

"I want to return the favor." It's so sincere when he says it and it makes you want to cry. A boyish smile taking over his mouth, deep dimples appearing on the fat of his cheeks.

You must look like you've seen a ghost because the pretty smile that was written on his face is now taken over by worry.

"I mean, I don't have to. It's just- I feel like," Eddie's a panicked mess, backing his face further away from your own. The small bubble of love that the two of you created has now been popped with your own doubts and fears.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable, I just thought I could make you feel good s'all." The confident man that you know all too well is now reduced to a fumbling and anxious person. His fingers work at the chunky silver ring on his finger, twisting and twisting and twisting it around.

"You just always, I don't know. It just always seems like you never ask for head and I just wanted to offer it to you, I guess."

The whiskey eyes that never left your gaze won't even look at you anymore. Focusing on that damn ring that goes faster and faster the longer you wait to respond. You want to run and hide. Dig a deep hole and never come out. Your lovely boyfriend who's done nothing but treat you like the queen of the goddamn universe, now thinks he's made you uncomfortable.

Embarrassment rushes through your veins, throat closing with the grip of shame making it harder to breathe. Tears prick your eyes, hot and heavy, ready to fall at the drop of a dime. You feel so guilty for not just telling him the truth, for not saying all the concerns that you had. Even before you started dating Eddie always confided in you, telling you the deepest secrets that kept him up at night and you couldn't even tell him this one thing.

"I'm embarrassed." It comes out in a sniffle, lip wobbling beneath the teeth that hold it down, trying to make it go away.

"I'm just embarrassed I won't be good. That I'll be another conversation for you and the boys to drink to. Will I taste good? Do I smell weird? Does it look pretty? All of these questions circle my brain and I'm so fucking scared that you won't like me anymore." It comes out like word vomit, so fast and uneven in tone that you're not sure if it even made sense.

You don't have time to think it over anyway, Eddie's too quick putting his hands on your cheeks, gently making you look up at him. The same kind eyes that you always see meet yours. Thumbs gentle swipe the fat tears off of your face, his cold hands extinguish the flames of your skin.

"Honey, I promise you I would never, ever do some dumb shit like that. What the guys and I talk about is irrelevant, half the time they don't even know what they're talking about. I felt the same way when you wanted to suck me off the first time, every single question you ask yourself is what I ask myself." Eddie's eyes are searching yours, looking and waiting to see the dread leave your head.

"Like I said before, I would never want you to be uncomfortable but if you're okay with it, I'd really," He places a gentle kiss on your forehead, "really," he continues to place more delicate kisses around your face, "really love to make you feel so fucking good."

When he's done, he looks back down to you with a dopey smile, he's low and hazy drunk off of you. A smile tugs on your own lips, so warm and fuzzy off of him. You know he means it and you feel sad that you even questioned him. Childish laughter rings out between the two of you when he pinches your sides, tickling out the stiffness in your body.

When the laughter dies down, he asks you again by cocking his eyebrow up in question. Nodding your head, you give him a confident yes, something you didn't feel the first time he asked.

Moving down your body, trails of kisses are left on your skin, mapping out his journey to your center. When he reaches the hem of your pants, he looks up to you once more waiting for a reply. Encouraging him to go further, his chilled fingers douses the warmth radiating off of you.

Leaving you only in your polka dot designed panties, Eddie teases you by running his fingers up and down your thighs.

"I gotta say bub, I love the pink dots. Top notch fashion if I don't say so myself." Eddie jokes and it makes you giggle. Swatting lightly at him, he returns the laughter.

"I'm not lying, I swear! If only you know what you do to me." As much of a joker Eddie is, he was never one to joke about your beauty. He found everything you did, said, and wore so fucking breathtaking and flawless, he'd probably get hard from the sight of you in a Tin Man costume.

"If you, at any time, want me to stop just tell me. I won't get mad, just let me know, okay?" Eyebrows scrunched with seriousness, Eddie makes sure to be loud and clear with his instructions.

"I promise, Eds." You say and he takes that as the green light.

Eddie's index finger teases your cloth slit, running up and down so slowly it feels like torture. When you lift your hips looking for more friction he snorts lightly.

"Patience, my love." His fingers continue to dance over your panties, running back to the top of the band and pulling them down in a swift motion.

When the cool air hits your wet seat, you whimper slightly at the feeling. Eddie has seen your pussy multiple times, but when he spreads it with his fingers, you can't help but feel shy, closing your legs around his arm.

"Don't go shy on me, baby. I just wanna see the prettiest picture I've ever seen." His eyes are still trained on the glistening of your sex, glimmering like bright pools of water.

It feels like an hour of no movement from Eddie before he goes to change his position between your legs. Shuffling back on his knees, he picks your thighs up to place on his shoulders as he lays on his stomach.

Still having doubts, you lean up on your elbows, watching your boyfriend to see what his reaction is. To your surprise, he looks like a kid in a candy store, awe and wonder swimming around in the big brown pools of his eyes.

When an obscene sniff rings through the air, you can't help but cringe a little. Waiting for him to look repulsed, you're again astonished when all your met with is a feral look.

Very tentatively, he runs his flat tongue from your hole to the top of your clit. Moaning deeply, he moves his gave up to you. A smirk breaks out on his features, so devilishly and mischievously.

"Oh baby, you have no fucking clue how good you taste." There is no questioning in his cadence. It's smug and cocky and it makes you shiver with need.

Repeating his motions from before, you mewl at the feeling, lifting your hips again. The chuckle that comes from Eddie vibrates off of you, make you move you squirm. Reaching his strong hands around your thighs, he holds you in place with his firm grip.

When the wet muscle breaches your needy hole, you fall back onto the bed moaning out in pleasure. He works your open with it, flicking it in and out efficiently.

Pulling out of you, he moves up to your bundle of nerves. Starting slowly, he circles around once or twice, before working it in figure eights.

You melt into the bed like a popsicle on a hot summers day. There's not a single thought in your head other than the feeling of his mouth. You're a livewire come to life, so sensitive and lost in the haze of pleasure.

You think this is the precipice of ecstasy but then one of his thick fingers enter you and his mouth sucks hard on your pulsing clit.

It feels like fireworks on the fourth of July, bright and explosive, big loud bangs ringing out into the night sky. It's like the feeling of going down the big drop on a rollercoaster, tingling deep in your belly and a rush of adrenaline pumping through your veins. It's like winning first place, heartwarming and shocking all at the same time.

You feel all these things at the same time, every single one of them caused by the actions of your boyfriends mouth. It's overwhelming and so fucking delicious but you can't say anything than cry out in bliss.

Letting go of your clit with a pop, Eddie's head pokes up at you like an excited puppy. "S'it feel good baby?" You want to answer, you really do but the way he sneaks a second finger into you and crooks them at the perfect angle makes you lose all motor skills.

"Awe, honey" he coos mockingly, "Is it that good?"

"S'good Eds, so good." You're a blubbering, crying mess. So hooked on the feeling of him, hooking on the feeling of how he made you feel.

He doesn't say anything else, too busy pushing his face back between your legs. His motions go faster, fingers hitting that sweet spot inside of you that he only managed to find, his mouth switching between motions, driving you closer to the edge as he does.

The string in your belly is pulling tighter and tighter, barley hanging together by a thread. You're a thrashing, sweaty mess on his bed, gripping the pillow underneath your head that your knuckles will probably be stuck in that position. You don't care, not when he's moving his head back and forth, slurping up your wetness like a handmade milkshake.

It's filthy, down right dirty the way it sounds. The noises that carry out into his room echo so loud the neighbors could probably hear. The squelch of your wetness being pounded into by his hand, the way he's drinking you up like a dehydrated plant, the moans that escape out of your parted lips.

"Eddie, please. FUCK, please." You're blathering at him, not even sure at what you're asking for.

Separating himself from you again, he continues working his fingers deep into you.

"You wanna cum, pretty girl? S'that it? Wanna cum all over my fingers?" You moan louder in response, clenching around him harder as you do.

"Go ahead, be a good good and cum for me. Come on, honey. Cum for me." That's all you need to hear before you're hurtling off the edge of your release.

You release with a silent cry, all the air being punched right out of you. Your body feels weightless, like you were thrown up into the clouds and not being able to come down.

Your whole body shakes, tears streaming down your face, all while your hole pulses and quivers around Eddie's fingers. A gush of wetness coats his fingers, a big puddle under your ass, leaving another stain on his bed seats.

He watches in awe as you hit your peak, how your back arches off of the bed and how you look so fucking perfect like this. The shy girl that never got experience this kind joy, now swims in the ocean of euphoria of the climax. He feels so lucky to witness this, to be the first and last person to ever see you this vulnerable.

Eddie wishes he could paint this moment, make a portrait of the way your kiss bitten lips form the perfect O, make the brushstrokes of your hair and some of it sticks to your sweaty face. You're so beautiful and he doesn't know how blessed to be yours.

When you float back down to earth, to the springy mattress of Eddie's, you take a moment to catch your breath. When he removes his fingers from you, you weakly hiss from movement and he offers a quiet sorry.

Moving back up to his knees, he hovers over you and smiles brightly down at you. Smiling weakly back at you, he uses the hand that's not supporting his weight to place it on your jaw. His thumb brushes back and forth and you melt right into it.

"How was that?" Pink tints his cheeks, grinning ear to ear.

You chuckle weakly, shaking your head in disbelief.

"I think I went to outer space for a second there."

A booming laugh leaves his chest and it makes you smile even harder. Your heart feels so full and so happy. You're so in love with him and it makes you delirious. You want to see him like this for the rest of your life, big smiles and even big laughter, so pretty and delicate only for you.

"Well I'm glad you enjoyed yourself there, space cadet." Leaning down to press his lips to yours, your soak in the feeling of it. When he moves away you pout at him, and he bops you on the nose with his finger.

"I was thinkin' I could return the favor, big boy." You whisper seductively.

"Oh baby, that sounds wonderful but-," He makes eye contact with you, "I need to be in you like yesterday because that, right there was the hottest thing I've ever witness."

"I happen to be a romantic. So I shall wait until my fair maiden is okay to resume our activities." Closing his eyes with pride, he places a hand on his heart.

Hiding your face with your hands, you bust out laughing at his little antics and when you peek between his fingers you see his teeth flashing back at you. Removing your hands from your face, you tuck a loose tendril behind his ear.

"You're a dork, but that sounds good to me."

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Thank you all for reading! I loves you all and hope you enjoyed!!!

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[dresshistorynerd]

This is kind of random, but would it have been a struggle for a big busted women to wear fashionable silhouettes in the medieval era? I’ve heard some costume historians discuss that there were forms of bust support, but most of what I’ve seen pre-1500s seems like it would have been a nightmare for any ancestor with a similar bodytype to wear. Am I just from a line of women doomed to horrible back pain? (On the flip side of the situation, I’ve found corsets and stays to be rather comfortable, so that’s not a problem)

As a fellow big boob haver, I have good news for you! There were pretty good Medieval bust supporting garments and I have tested one of them.

With sturdy fabric, tailoring and lacing you can create pretty good bust support. Lacing was popularized first in 12th century in form of bliaut, and in 14th century tailoring became standard for everyday garments. I don't know how well bliaut supported the bust, but since it doesn't fit super snugly, I assume it doesn't distribute the weight of the boobs as well as tailored supporting garments and therefore isn't as supportive. I'm also not actually sure if there was proper bust supporting garments before that, I haven't looked into it. I know Romans bound their breasts with cloth wrapped around the chest, so maybe that technique continued (at least for those who especially needed it) till lacing and tailoring became a thing. For more about how supporting garments developed in Europe through history, I have a post about development of lacing, which coincides pretty well with that history from 12th century forward.

Personally I have experience with Medieval Bathhouse dress, which was used in the Germanic Central-European area roughly in 14th to 16th century. It's called the Bathhouse dress because most depictions of it are from bathhouse settings, but there's depiction also in bed chambers and other contexts, so I think it's pretty safe to assume it was used more generally as an undergarment. It often had separate cups for the boobs (see the only extant garment left of it, the so called "Lengberg Castle Bra"), but not always. Unlike most other undergarments at the time, it was sort of a shift (the lowest layer) and a supporting garment combined into one.

I sewed my own recreation of it (with some alterations because I made it for my everyday use, not as a historical recreation) and did a post about my results, where I go deeper into the history of the garment too. I didn't construct it very well and I did an error in the design of the back, which cause the strain of the shoulder straps to focus too much on very specific spots in the back panel, which eventually made the fabric there break too many times. (There were some other smaller design flaws too, like the waistline is lower than my natural waist so it rose and wrinkled annoyingly.) I did use it daily (except when I washed it) for a fairly long time though and it was super comfortable and helped a lot with back pain (and shoulder pain caused by use of modern bras). I hate that I've had to go back to modern bras because I haven't had the time to remake it yet. (I'll probably make a follow up post once I get around to it, where I go through the issues of the first version and how I addressed them in the next attempt.) Well fitted and shaped bodice which is then laced does surprisingly much even without any additional reinforcements.

I haven't made a Medieval kirtle (though I will some day), but it was the more widely used Medieval supporting garment, which eventually replaced Bathhouse dress in the area where that was used. Kirtle is worn over a shift, but it broadly works similarly. Kirtles could be front, side or back laced depending on the time period and how the Kirtle was constructed. Multiple layers of kirtles could be used and looser overgarments (like houppelande) were often used on top of it. Kirtle was used by everyone, including men, but for those who didn't need bust support, it's purpose was mainly to create the fashionable silhouette. Here's three depictions of kirtles from 15th century. First unlaced, but has lacing on the front, second close up of the side lacing and third shows nicely how both front and side/backlacing shaped the bust.

Morgan Donner is a costumer, who focuses a lot on Medieval costuming and has a big bust, so while I haven't personally tested the supportiveness of kirtle, she certainly has. The kirtle bodice part needs to be patterned to accommodate the breasts by giving it round shapes and the kirtle needs to be a little too small so there's room to lace it to fit well. Lining also helps to reinforce the fabric and make it more firm and supportive. Here's Morgan's pattern from the tutorial in her website and how the kirtle eventually fits for her. (Also look at the handsome boy in his handsome matching outfit.)

She also has a video relating to the same kirtle project, where she explains her method to pattern a kirtle specifically so it's supportive for big bust.

In 16th century more stiffness was added to kirtles, first with very stiff lining and then with boning, but that doesn't necessarily add to the bust support, rather it just allows the kirtle to shape the bust and the body in general more and better support a heavy skirt. Firm fabric secured snugly with lacing is already very good at distributing the weight of the boobs to the whole torso.

In conclusion, at least since 14th century people with our body type were not doomed to eternal back pain and even before that some ways to help with it were probably used.

[cherrynwinesk]

🍒: I really didn't think one bit that you would like As u Sleep because it deals with a topic that I have never made known on my blog, thank you very much for your support. Also want to thank and give full credit to ✨ @norachere ✨ who has been the mastermind behind this third part, without her idea this history would not have been possible.

As u Sleep pt.3 ~ Cellbit

Story g: horror (no love), nsfw, not safe

Language: English/Inglés

⚠️: supernatural creatures, blood, murders, horror. This is too violent, minors or sensitive people do not read, NOT SAFE, ONLY +18, (no sex, only violence), NO LOVE

CC's: Cellbit

Reader g: Neutral reader

📝: All the content is fictitious and an attempt is made to adapt the PUBLIC personality of the cc's, that is, the personality that is shown in front of cameras, I do not know the true personality and any resemblance to reality is mere coincidence.

🍒: Hello, writing requests are always open, if you want something in particular, ask without fear. I clarify that English is not my main language, I apologize for any error and accept corrections to improve the quality of the content

Master List

Cellbit had been able to get a power source without actually killing someone, the morgue was a horribly lonely place, he could hear the whispers of souls resting in his ear as he weighed the dead brain on the scale, he hated it when the corpses sat on the metal table, he was not afraid, in the end he was the one who had been dead for much longer than the person lying down, but he hated having to reposition them to be able to work.

He hated having to feed on dirty blood, old blood, blood contaminated by gunpowder from a bullet, blood contaminated by drugs or foreign substances. But he didn't want to ruin someone else like they ruined him, he would have preferred that monster to kill him instead of turning him into an immortal.

Cellbit was so tired, tired of pretending to be a random human who goes to the supermarket to buy bread and milk that ends up flushing down the toilet while everyone sleeps. Tired of spending time inside the morgue until the sun goes down and then leaving the house before it dawns, locked in that refrigerator like the dead man that he is.

Tonight, anger was consuming Cellbit, it had been you who was about to ruin his hateful life, which he had been perfecting so he could infiltrate as just another mortal. How through an oversight you had obtained the answer to his behavior, his very isolated way of being, and why they would never have shared a dinner together.

He listened to you through the walls, how you cried with fear, how you asked for help and that your biggest mistake was having gone to sleep. Because while you sleep, Cellbit carried that scalpel inside his bag, looked for his gloves and headed towards you.

He knocked on your bedroom door, you saw him work so many times in that cold place and he hoped you would guess how a point pierces a naked body, it was your turn to know.

Cellbit climbed over your body, his mind full of anger repeating "lets fuck her / him up". He stuck the scalpel into your bare stomach, watching how the pain made you open your eyes, how you tried to defend yourself from his teeth on your neck, how you lost strength due to the blood that was needed in your body.

Leaving you looking lost in fear, "I won't be missing you."

Making sure to leave the note to infuse terrorism into the criminal investigation team. Leaving the apartment and getting rid of anything that had your blood on it.

Cellbit went through hard days, in which he could only feed on wild animals, once again causing him that savagery as when he had just become immortal, hidden from the sun, while the nights tortured him, driving him crazy, making his claws come out , his eyes turn red, and an uncontrollable urge to kill like a mad dog. The episodes in which his inner demon attacked caused Cellbit's face to change his features a little which would help not to be recognized.

He had to spend some time without being able to feed himself in order to control his beast and try to enter civilization again. His plan was to get his previous life, his daily routine to be able to feed himself without the need to become a monster, changed.

So Cellbit returned to the city, picking up that paper announcing that they were requesting a forensic doctor at the most prestigious hospital in the area.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Cellbit, I am very surprised to see that you have professional studies and even experience, why did you leave your previous hospital?" The owner of the hospital spoke while looking at the Cellbit file.

"I just want to continue growing professionally, the previous hospital was a small one"

"You are hiring, I just want to tell you, the current doctor is resigning since his colleague disappeared and he is afraid, I think you know very well the danger that this type of work entails, I only ask that you be professional in this aspect"

"Don't worry, I'll take the job seriously."

The doctor who owns the hospital showed Cellbit the way to the morgue, giving him a short tour of his new workplace.

Morgue was already empty, too many corpses to work with, so Cellbit started as soon as possible. FBI and investigative police quickly contacted Cellbit

What was talked about today were multiple disappearances, some type of serial kidnapper, organ sales, or human trafficking were being investigated. Dismembered bodies also continued to arrive in black bags. This time Cellbit was working without being able to eat even a little.

"Cellbit, this person was found in his house, and there was a note from some type of mafia, anything you find on the body, notify me since it's likely to be the same group in charge of the disappearances"

Cellbit nodded without even looking at the police officer who was speaking to him, he could only see how they left a body inside his black insulated bag with a zipper. He was not feeling well at all, thanks to the state in which the corpses were arriving at the morgue, he had to feed on animals again, and the episode of madness was returning, so he went down to the basement where no one would see him become

Pain made him want to tear out his hair, scratch his own skin and tear off his clothes with his claws, he threw himself on the floor seeking comfort while his beast took over him, the pain and desperation had been so strong this time that Cellbit reached faint.

After a few hours unconscious he was able to get up, he walked with difficulty down the stairs to get to his workplace, he leaned on his desk to stabilize his vision. Out of the corner of his eye he watched as the body on the table got up to sit down. Cellbit knew this always happened, so he reached out to unzip the bag.

Without even looking at the person, he maneuvered his body back to the previous position and returned to the tool table to get what he needed to work. He watched out of the corner of his eye as the body rose again and he sighed in frustration.

When he turned around he could finally look at the person who had been dead for days in his apartment, he could recognize you.

“Y/n!?”

"I killed all those people, I couldn't contain my hunger" Cellbit felt so bad, he didn't understand how you hadn't died if he sucked all the blood himself and made sure to stab you in the right place, but now you were there covered in blood on your face. Your hands and clothes, your mouth stained red, your eyes were bright yellow and as you spoke with anger in your words, horns sprang from your forehead. Cellbit dropped his scalpel from the shock and fear that having done this to you caused him.

"Cellbit, this hurts too much and I will make you pay for what you did to me"

[pseudobunfandom]

SIMS2.EXE

a short story in the style of Sonic.EXE. It is not written well, but it's not meant to be. Worktime: 20-ish minutes. 613 words

I shoulda known better. I really shoulda known better. But the second I heard The Sims 2 was getting a rerelease, I KNEW EA was gonna charge some stupid price for it. And I wasn’t about to give them my money for a game I already owned like ten years ago.

So when I saw a link on some forum that said FREE DOWNLOAD - SIMS 2 ALL EXPANSION PACKS, well... yeah. How could I say no? The user who posted it had a weird username—“NightVisitor”—but I just figured it was some rando. I clicked the link. The download was instant. Like, literally instant. One second, nothing. Next second, a fully installed Sims 2 folder on my desktop, with a shortcut named SIMS2.EXE.

Weird, but whatever. I booted it up.

It started normal. The classic blue plumbob screen. The cheery Maxis jingle. Nostalgia hit hard. I loaded Pleasantview because of course I did—where else do you start? But something was off right away. The loading screen took too long. The words at the bottom, y’know, where it says stuff like Reticulating Splines, just kept repeating HE IS WATCHING over and over.

I figured, hey, just some modder being weird. No biggie.

I picked a random pre-made house—Dina Caliente’s, why not—and started playing. But the second the game loaded, I noticed something wrong. The time was stuck at 3:00 AM. No matter what I did, it wouldn’t change. And Dina? She just stood there. Not idle. Not shifting weight like normal Sims do. Just frozen. Eyes open. Looking at the screen. Looking at me.

And then, the burglar music started. You know the one. That horrible, screechy, anxiety-inducing theme. DUNN-DUNN DUNNNN. But there was no burglar. The cops didn’t show up. The game just kept playing that awful music on loop.

Then, movement.

Dina snapped her head toward the front door. But it didn’t open. No burglar crept in. Instead, my screen glitched. Static. Flashing red for a second. And then—

BAM.

A close-up, front-facing image of the burglar's face filled my entire screen. His expression was wrong. Usually, he’s just stone faced, right? But here, he was grinning. Too wide. His teeth weren’t normal—too many, too sharp. And his eyes... oh god, his eyes. Hollow. Empty. Pitch black, but with tiny red pinpricks in the center.

My speakers blasted a horrible, garbled noise. Like the burglar music, but wrong, corrupted, mixed with static and whispering.

And then the game crashed.

My desktop flickered. But before I could even react, my entire laptop bluescreened.

My heart was pounding. Hands shaking. I stared at the error message, but it wasn’t normal either. It wasn’t a bunch of technical jargon. It just said, over and over, in blocky white letters:

“HE SEES YOU. HE SEES YOU. HE SEES YOU.”

And then my laptop shut off. Completely dead.

I tried to turn it back on. Nothing. It was fried. Gone.

I sat there, staring at my reflection in the black screen, my mind racing. Did I just get a virus? A trojan? Some kinda jumpscare mod? My stomach twisted. I felt sick.

I needed to sleep. I needed to forget this happened.

I crawled into bed, pulling the covers over my head, trying to shake the feeling that someone was watching me. That somewhere, in the dark corners of my room, a pair of hollow eyes were still staring.

Eventually, I drifted off.

And when I woke up—

My laptop was gone.

Not broken. Not fried. Not where I’d left it.

Just... gone.

The only thing left was a single note on my desk, scrawled in shaky, jagged letters.

"THANKS FOR LETTING ME IN."

[sunflowercider]

speaking of the white cavalry i know sir blanc said he'll give his loyalty to lloyd in a roundabout way but lloyd said to be careful with his words during the dead matsodons attack...

which brings me who do you think they sided with during the fourth ending spoiler where the queen waged war when she bace a bit crazy/paranoid

DELICIOUS ASK ANON, SO FUCKING DELICIOUS.

Damn. Damn. If I wanted to waste a few hours or days, I would sketch out entirely what I think happened politically and geographically in the fourth spoiler. While that future ends incredibly horribly, the lead up to it? Im so sorry, destiny writes some good stories (´-ω-`)

Anyways. Specifically about the white cavalry. After the dead mastadons attack kills 6 of the cavalry, Lloyd feels terrible. He feels it's only right to treat their remains with incredible care and respect, send a letter to the queen telling their tales as flowery as possible to help their loved ones get cared for in their absence, and build a memorial stone for them. Lloyd takes their lives (and the loss of them) gravely seriously. And Sir Blanc is moved nearly to tears.

This is a man who has been quite literally treated like a chess piece in others' wars. And here's some random noble who simply had an unpredictable skirmish with monsters, not even a proper battle, and treats their lives like precious gold. Sir Blanc, in his heart, wants to follow Lloyd (and I imagine the others in his group feel the same).

Lloyd may have roundaboutly turned him down but. The cavalry is still here you know.

When the queen loses her mind, there's first a civil war between those who support and those who oppose her. The Fronteras technically pick the side supporting her, but remain neutral otherwise. This is the most uncertain part for the cavalry. They could get called by the queen during this time, but my hunch is that the Fronteras' status quo is kept, as they are still technically an area of growth for the Cremona region, as well as a stronghold with the apartment fortresses. Leaving the cavalry with the County would make sense; theyre an important military group, but only a part of the queens forces. However, if the cavalry gets called at that moment, they will follow her. They are still loyal to the queen, they just also want to follow Lloyd... and hey, he's technically supporting her.

Now. If the cavalry stay at the Fronteras until the queen makes the error of attacking a peaceful foreign country and Lloyd opposes the decision? Oh ho hoooo thats a whole different ballgame.

The first civil war actually ended before that. Once the queen wins that, she attacks the Benetto Kingdom as a way to consolidate her nobles. (You know, similar to what the Sultan wanted to do?) Lloyd opposes when he hears - he built the route to Benetto for trade, not military. Then the next civil war begins.

HOW does the White Cavalry respond here?? What a pickle, what a pickle. There's no more pretending the queen and Lloyd stand aligned. There's a choice to be made. They're originally loyal to the queen but... she recently killed many nobles (and their armies) for reasons that were never justified properly, and then attacked and took control of a peaceful kingdom. You know, the cavalry helped build the mountain pass too. They have some pride.

In the face of all this, despite the fierce loyalty of a knight to their ruler... I think the White Cavalry would have to cave and join the Fronteras. I think they'd have a fierce internal fight about it, and they wouldn't be very happy about the choice either way. But Lloyd has shown his good nature many times over, while the queen has failed spectacularly. They know who is right.

But even if the White Cavalry did join the queen again due to knightly loyalty reasons, i think they would take the scenic route home. After all. Lloyd won the fight within 10 days. They can afford an unusually long walk back to the capital.

[roguishclasspects]

alright, let’s take it from the top.

So, what the hell is this?

basically this is just us, the Snowpoint System ( @snow-points ), rambling about our theories on Classes, Aspects, SBURB, Paradox Space, really anything we think of cause we have so many opinions on these things that we’ve built up since we first read Homestuck 6 years ago.

Why do this in 2023?

mostly because my friends and I did a major project from June last year ending in March 2023 where we read through and voice acted the entirety of Homestuck, with the gimmick being we used Unofficial Collection plugins to remove the slurs and weird cultural appropriation (“chucklevoodoos” and “jujus” being replaced with “chuckleterrors” and “magic macguffins”). it was a lot of fun, and while we did it because some people hadn’t read homestuck before, those of us that had got back into it as a result.

No but really, what is this and how

well we’re going to start with a series of posts analyzing the Aspects, first giving our theory on the placement of each Aspect in relation to each other (cause the Hiveswap one is seemingly random), and then analyzing them in 3 sets of 4, making X or + shapes around the circle.

After that, we’ll move on to Classes,the roles they play in both character and serving the greater narrative, and coming up with basic personality to be modified by the player’s Aspect.

Once all that preliminary junk is done, we can move onto the fun part: Class Aspect combinations, or Classpects. We’ll probably start with the Kids and Trolls, maybe doing the Vast Error trolls too, and then we’ll open up asks for people to request the noncanon classpects, like mine, as a Rogue of Hope. hopefully this will be fun, not a horrible slog, and get us writing more.

so, with all that said, welcome! enjoy your stay in this sinking ship, and hopefully you’ll gain some of that reading comprehension so many on this website severely lack.

[xcookedxchroniclesx]

Here's some meth food for thought.

No batches of meth are ever the same and you can become addicted to a particular batch and once it's gone you don't get the satisfaction to your body and it goes haywire needing that particular batch. It manifests into uncontrollable rolling back of your eyes and muscle twitches that gone unmedicated will evolve into horrible muscle spasms. No two batches of meth are identical because they never get the precise amount of chemicals to replicate a batch, it's all in different quantities every time. And how many chemical compounds are there? They say there has never been a repeating snowflake since it first snowed ions ago. That's why meth is considered an experimental designer drug. They can get close enough compounds to replicate effects but it is still an entirely new drug every batch that has never been made or tested before and will never be made again.

I have found out the proper medication for the eyes rolling back and muscle spasms and the proper dosage level. The medical drug needed is quetiapine and the dosage for the first stage of the muscle spasms is 25 milligrams. I am at an advanced stage of it because I was dosed with so much fentynal in my 20's that I became addicted and didn't kno. So my dosage is 75 milligrams. It's taken many trial and error tests to figure this out. When I first asked for a drug to try I said Seroquel and they offered the generic brand to which I had just read about generic brands being even more effective usually so I was happy and agreed. It took all-night to get it so I was over most of the painful spasms by the time I received my medication and then I talked to my psychiatrist and he prescribed me it. At first I was taking 25 milligrams at a time and waiting 15 minutes then taking more in the same way until it worked and I stopped spasming. I counted the amount of doses I took and rounded it down for taking it all at once because it would be more potent taking more than the 25 milligrams. I tried 150 milligrams and that was way too much but it just knocked me unconscious and I had a great sleep. I dialed it back to 100 milligrams and it was still too much because, again, it knocked me unconscious with a great sleep. Then I dialed back to 50 milligrams and it wasn't enough so I finally tried 75 milligrams and that dosage was correct, it stopped the spasming without knocking me unconscious. If you have a spasming tongue too then you need one 10 milligram tablet of olanzapine and dissolve it on your tongue. That should clear everything up. You just might have uncomfortable low anxiety all night until you sleep though. But that's your penance for doing drugs.

I was the guinea pig because I signed up for scientific experimentation so it's okay to let me try random drugs that I think might work even if it's never been used like that before. It's totally legal to let me experiment on myself, it's actually encouraged.

But here's the kicker, you have to admit to the medical staff that you are a meth user or else they won't give you the drug because it's for meth users and I guess fentynal users if it works because I started out a fentynal user (without my knowledge tho)

[tobysbliss]

26 is easily Crimeboys. But. Hear me out. 24 for Crimeboys.

24. “Tickles are an essential part of cuddling!”

i had to do ler wilbur lee tommy just because.

and glad to know im not the only one who thought crimeboys when reading 26— “Stop poking me!”

CC ler!wilbur (he/him) CC lee!tommy (he/him)

if theres errors fuck off its past 3AM and im running on nothing but 2 cans of monster energy

“Wil, come on, please?” Tommy spoke from where he lay on his bed, trying to get Wilbur to atleast lay next to him. He just wanted a damn hug for once, okay!?

“Fine, clingy child,” Wilbur scoffed playfully, moving to sit next to Tommy but just staring blankly at the wall.

“I’m not a clingy child, bitch. I’m a big maaAAAN- Wilbur! What the fuck, man!?” Tommy let out a high pitched shriek as Wilbur, without warning, somewhat tackled Tommy into a bear hug. Wilbur laughed at the yelling.

“What? You wanted my affection, and so I’m giving it to you. I would be a horrible big brother to not give you affection!” Wilbur exclaimed, a playful smirk on his face. Tommy tried to shove Wilbur away, giggling softly at the older’s antics. Tommy’s giggles put an idea into Wilbur’s head.

“Hey, Tommy,” Wilbur’s voice made Tommy pause his shoving— he couldn’t see Wilbur as his back was pressed against the brunette’s chest, but he could almost hear the smirk on his face. He didn’t like it, so he didn’t respond. Wilbur raised an eyebrow at this, but didn’t comment. Simply just started squeezing up and down Tommy’s sides, his smirk turning into a wide, fond smile as Tommy started to squirm and cover his mouth to muffle his giggles.

“Wihihilbuhur! What the fuhuhuck!” Tommy tried to escape from Wilbur’s hold, but he failed as Wilbur was taller and much stronger than he was. Fucking tall bastard.

“Tickles are an essential part of cuddling!” Wilbur spoke, moving his hand to scribble all over Tommy’s stomach, making the blonde squeal.

“WIHIHIHIL! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” Tommy’s hands moved from his face to gripping Wilbur’s wrists, trying —and failing— to push away the older’s hands. Wilbur only laughed at his futile attempts.

Wilbur only kept it up for a minute, he didn’t wanna kill Tommy. Eventually, it was Tommy and Wilbur laying in bed, both of them half asleep with a random movie on the tv. Tommy was clung to Wilbur like a koala, and Wilbur was struggling to not audibly coo at the blonde everytime he looked down. He may of slipped once or twice.

Tommy fell asleep first, and Wilbur got too many pictures to count; he already knew he’d be using them against Tommy at some point.

[stormblessed95]

Hello, I found your blog and I would like to know your opinion (English is not my native language, sorry if there are errors). I was reading some of your posts, I don't know if you already addressed this. It's something that's on my mind. I don't consider myself a shipper, but I do think that Jimin and Jungkook have a relationship beyond friendship ♡ I avoid associating with or following jkkrs not bc I don't believe in jikook but bc fighting with other shippers affects me. I am Jimin biased and insults towards him really hurt me. It's not that JK/Tae doesn't receive them and doesn't bother me, but that they show themselves differently towards hate. Jimin became more and more reserved, away from social media. And his words still resonate in my mind in Seoul PTD "I don't do / don't like fanservise" It is obvious that he must have read something, it's not a random phrase. A lot of the hate that Tae is receiving from jkkrs or pjms towards Tae/JK is because they blame them, and I won't deny I also started to get annoyed. That was another sign that I stayed away from jkkrs. My ground wire is that if Jimin isn't distant towards them why should I get mad? I trust him. My question is why not put a brake? I understand it's not their responsibility to educate the fans, but wouldn't we prevent a lot of what happens if they told these people to stop? From my point of view Vminkook should bring this up to the fans. It's a snowball that's been growing, and it doesn't seem to be ending anytime soon </3 The fact that they're not distant is a good indication that it does not affect them too much, but it worries me that many shippers are crossing limits. Harassing people like what happened with Tae and model from Paris or Polyc, tattoo artist. Am I insane for thinking so??

Yes. It is bad to put the responsibility of insane cultists or horrible shippers on the members. That's not their Job, not their responsibility and if people LISTENED to what the members SAY, then they've said and done all they should need to do. Why continue to waste their own time, and sacrifice their own mental health, for people who twist their words and call them lairs no matter what. @minggukieology posted a good break down of shipping and shipper mentality earlier today here too that someone what relates

This whole discourse is the epitome of victim blaming. Tae and JK and Jimin have been very clear about their relationships together and what they mean to each other and how they love each other and even how they grew apart and back together, all 3 have addresssed how theyve grown and changed over the years. Tae even HAS addressed it when someone confronted him directly with it. Why are you blaming THEM when people choose not to listen. It's giving "well what were you wearing?" "Are you sure you weren't asking for it?" Energy. It's not THEIR fault when rabid fans decide to harrass someone. You saw you trust them, so do that. And stop placing expectations on them to control shippers who don't actually give a fuck about the members or what they do or say. Because those shippers, who spread hatred? They just call the members liars and will always twist the narrative into whatever story pleases THEM the most. They see the members as characters in a story they want to control, rather than real life human beings who have more important things to do in their lives than address people they don't even Consider fans. Like hang out together with the friends and enjoy their life. And let the haters scream into the void and make themselves miserable. They don't owe anyone anything. And if you think that if Tae and JK and Jimin all held a press conference and said something like telling shippers to stop and that they aren't dating and that jikook are or aren't in love or all 3 have gfs or bfs outside the group or whatever, that it would actually work? You are deluding yourself. They would be called liars again, or forced by the company, or hiding to protect themselves. It wouldn't work. So why give these hateful people their mental vulnerability and energy? Wouldn't it be better to just live their lives the way they want and protect themselves that way and give each other the love THEY know is true?

Everyone who keeps demanding this from the guys has never actually thought through how it would go and is more concerned about THEIR OWN PERSONAL well being in fandom space (which they can currate) rather than the members personal well being and mental health in their own lives. Which I'm sure they do what they do to protect that and live as well as they can at the height of fame they are. You want them to address this because it will make YOU (general you) feel better in your fandom experience and your life, not because it will make vminkook feel better or make their (or the other members) lives easier.

[i4fyodor]

BSD AND THEIR PODCASTS !

— modern!au . dazai’s part is a joke (kinda) . swearing . no proofreading, so possible grammatical errors !

fyodor : true crime podcast ft. nikolai

even in an alternative universe fyodor loves crime. maybe not committing it, but talking about it in a podcast counts too! he started off alone, however only a few people listened to him, because even though the cases he was talking about were interesting,, well let’s just say the way he presented them wasn’t. fyodor isn’t the type of person who would throw in lighthearted or even funny comments while talking about horrible, blood freezing crimes. however he did know someone who definitely was the type to do so, thus nikolai joined him to make the atmosphere more lively and intriguing for listeners. after they began working together the podcast actually got quite a lot attention!

dazai : alpha male podcasts

you know those guys who gather around a table in a studio which probably has a ‘NO GIRLS ALLOWED!!’ sign on it’s door and talk about the hardships of being a true alpha male? yeah, dazai definitely would be one of them. he would drag akutagawa into it too. he probably tried persuading atsushi to join them too, however he respectfully declined the offer because what the fuck. the episodes usually pass with dazai rambling and akutagawa occasionally saying a ‘yes’ or ‘agreed’. unsurprisingly no one listens to them, but hey! at least they’re having fun!

atsushi : random shit go brr type of podcasts

atsushi’s podcast is just wholesome: a bunch of storytimes, chats about topics that interest him at the moment and sometimes even music or movie recommendations. he couldn’t really decide what type of podcast he wanted to do, so he just went with his gut and posted whatever he felt like. but one thing never changed: he always has a surprise guest. kyouka could easily be the second host of the podcast with how many times she has appeared on it already. but other ada members like tanizaki, yosano, dazai, ranpo and even kunikida have taken part in it too. even though the podcast isn’t as known as fyodor and nikolai’s, it has a fairly big audience too, because people love hearing atsushi interact with his friends!

[respectthepetty]

Hiya! What BL series would you recommend the most? So far, I've loved watching KinnPorsche (it's THE best!!), I Told Sunset about You, Cutie Pie & Bad Buddy. I also got into To My Star because of you, so cheers for that!

Anyway, I would love to watch more shows but I find it a bit hard to navigate because there's so many (and no offense, but some of which I initially started watching ended up being quite lame imo), so I would love to hear about your favs! Thanks in advance if you decide to reply. Have a lovely day/night wherever you are x

I have had this question several times over the past few months, but yours has been, by far, the kindest ask, so I'll answer now:

You don't want my trash recommendations.

So many others on here do it better, like @absolutebl! They have entire spreadsheets to break down preferences while I have five rules:

Don't bury the gay (MANDATORY!)

Be gay. Do crime! aka "Eff the police" (literally and figuratively)

I'm a messy bi, and I'll cry if I want to

Adulting is hard like my sexual attraction for you

Vice Vers(a) - Flipping the norms and changing dynamics

If a show gives me two out of four (since I will never allow a show to Killing Eve me again!), I'm going to fight random people AND their unborn kiddos in the street for it. Case & point:

HIStory 4: Close to You (2021, 10 episodes, Taiwan - 9/10) - I loved all of. Not some parts. Not only one of the couples. No! ALL. OF. IT! Every couple. Every situation. Including the stepbrothers relationship and the whole ridiculous top/bottom conversations. LOVED IT! It had the messy factor that others only aspire to achieve.

Taiwan has a tight hold on passionate men in sweatpants and a basic shirt down, and for that, I'm grateful!

Now that you know this is my floor, hopefully you understand that like my fave, Marie Kondo...

I was raised on telenovelas and soap operas, so if an evil twin kidnaps the protagonist then sleeps with him and has a child who is given up to an orphanage only to grow up and fall in love with his rich (unknown to him) brother and uses witchcraft to give the rival love interest amnesia, I'd be happily sitting every week to witness it with no qualms. Who am I to judge?! Makes sense to me!

Which means I don't LOVE some dramas even though they are great because my basic rules don't apply, the messiness is missing, or they will be too tough to rewatch:

Bad Buddy (7/10) because I wanted one of them to snap, crackle, and pop off at their parents for passing on generational trauma. Also, being in love with Bad Bunny yet trying to say this title was too difficult for my brain.

I Told Sunset About You (8/10) is rude and feels like a personal attack. You've seen it, so you know what I'm writing about. We don't speak about the sequel.

Semantic Error (9/10) hurt because anyone who has been in a group project knows the pain that the lead felt, yet it tried to convince us that he was in the wrong. Team No Group Assignment!

Cherry Magic's (8/10) second couple made me irrationally upset. Cats can bring people together, but these two? Really?! Cats are better than this street dancing moment!

Gameboys' (7/10) whole plot of the dad going out to look for the son and catching COVID was...yeah, no. And if the lead said "baby" ONE MORE TIME, I was going to make like a balloon in a toddler's hand and POP!

We Best Love 1 & 2 (8/10) gave us a five year time jump between the first and second part, and if it weren't for that *excellent* drunk moment, I would have stopped watching it and stored part two in the horrible-sequels-we-don't-speak-about pile.

But a man plotting from the age of ten to manipulate his whole family into accepting him sleeping with his stepbrother (HIStory 4 - 9/10), I fully support.

Therefore, you don't want what I'm peddling. Unless you do...

Trying to spotlight more recent ones because they will be easier to find

Be gay. Do crime: Too focused on one a**hole to notice the many plot holes.

Manner of Death (2020, 14 episodes, Thailand - 7.5/10) - A story of two men trying to have sex while EVERYONE around them is being killed. Oh, and then there is a cactus and a baby murderer horribly fighting his feeling for the smartest/dumbest guy in the town.

KinnPorsche (2022, 14 episodes, Thailand - 8/10) - A story about a family that is determined to dickmatize the first person who is kind to them, which you already watched, so you know they succeed.

Eff the Police: Tend to have issues finishing, but always a fun ride *pun intended*.

Not Me (2022, 14 episodes, Thailand - 7.5/10) - Literally, eff the police...but also, figuratively.

HIStory 3: Trapped (2019, 10 episodes, Taiwan - 8/10) - If we can't avoid the cops, sleep with them, so at least we can have a good character witness.

Messy Bi: There will be tears. Lots and lots of tears.

Love Mechanics (2020 and remake in 2022, 4 episodes/10 episodes, Thailand - 7/10, remake 8/10) - Polyamory is the answer, but the characters refuse to share.

Hello, Stranger (2020, 8 episodes, Philippines - 7.5/10) - A jock decides flirting with a guy is easier than actually doing his portion of the group project. The movie sequel is not on this level.

Adulting is Hard: The angst is strong, but the chemistry is stronger.

To My Star (2021, 9 episodes, South Korea - 9.5/10) - When being a big star is too difficult, stop showing up for work, crash at someone else's house, and pop his pimples. To My Star 2 is not on this level but still brought the chemistry, so if you didn't watch, do it.

He's Coming To Me (2019, 8 episodes, Thailand - 8/10) - Life is hard, but the afterlife is harder, so pester a kid for a decade until he decides to solve murders. The way the main's sexuality is handled is perfect.

Vice Vers(a): The confessions are ALWAYS a 10!

Old Fashion Cupcake (2022, 5 episodes, Japan - 9.5/10) - When in love with a boss, walk a delicate line of being the best employee while letting him know exactly the eight ways you can blow hi...his mind...with your mo...monumental organization ski.. Oh eff it him!

My Beautiful Man (2021, 6 episodes, Japan - 9/10) - Just an ordinary man who wants to be loved and the guy who wants to worship him in every way possible.

DNA Says Love You (2022, 12 episodes, Taiwan - 8/10) - The audience knows the whole time what is happening, but has no idea what is actually happening. Is it a ghost story? Is it about a soul reincarnating? Is this about amnesia? Nope. Well, actually...yeah, still no.

I have a lot more, but this is already too long.

All in all, embrace what you like. If you like a certain aspect of show, latch on to it and explore others that showcase that particular plot device. Also, don't be ashamed of what you like. Even if others think it's lame, if you like it, then I love it. Believe me, if China had finished Addicted, there be a lot more people living in glass houses keeping quiet instead of judging us because some guys in the mafia actually do bad things.

[captnjacksparrow]

Hi there!

I'm sorry this isn't Narusasu related but I see that your blog name is Captnjacksparrow.

My ask is are you gonna watch future Pirates of Caribbean movies without Johnny Depp?

Johnny Depp is no longer allowed to be featured in any Disney film because of domestic violence charges from his ex wife Amber heard.

* They have videos of his ex abusing/hitting Johnny Depp unprovoked. Or him walking away/distancing himself and her charging to hit.

*They have audio recording of her saying if she hits him No one's gonna believe you.😳

* Then his ex has a history of domestic violence against her previous partners including a female partner. They filed against Amber for abusing them. But Depp previous ex say it's extremely out of character for him.

* After she reported..the officers inspected her injuries and didn't find any injuries but Depp was bleeding. But she had a pink black eyes??? (my really insensitive opinion is maybe it's blush because it looked really glowy and they didn't find damaged to her actually eye but maybe it is real . )

* there is photos of his bleeding and having black eyes after interacting with her which did get medically recorded. And his finger was disfigured.

They say he is toxic for enabling her to abusive him. Now i don't know anything for certain he could very well be a sudden abuser. But do you see yourself seeing future Pirates of Caribbean movies without Johnny Depp. I like your honest opinion even if it differs from mine. Thnx

(If you got this ask twice blame Tumblr..it said something about error idc)

What can I say about an incident that affected the real victims who got abused in real life and because of that horrible woman, In my state (a patriarchal one at that), #MeToo movement was passed off as a humorous joke???

Naturally, I always take a woman's side whenever this kind of Abuse cases pops off in the news or in my social circle from time to time. Because, where I come from, 99% of the times... A Woman will be the one who would've endured extreme physical and mental abuses in the Domestic Violent cases. For the reason being, right from their childhood, they were being raised up with the mindset that "Men will always be impulsive.. They get angry from time to time. It's we women who has to tolerate and adjust according to their moods"....

So, Basically my culture tells women to be slaves and whores. So, I don’t trust men in these cases... Not one bit. I know I am biased...

So... Yes... Naturally, I would take a Woman's side anytime.

And I did the same with Amber Heard as well. However, I couldn't believe Johnny Depp abused a woman considering he was never accused of such complaints previously from his Exes. He’s hit some paparazzi, trashed a few hotel rooms, had some drunken brawls… none of this is cancel-worthy... At the end of the day, I didn't or couldn't hate him, probably because I liked him as an Actor (If only he were a Random unknown Actor I would have cursed him to Hell).... but I got heavily disappointed in him. 

I also know for a fact that he had many exes... But none of them called out Depp as an abuser. And yet, I gave Amber, a Benefit of Doubt since I am a girl too. I didn't even bothered about that news of her dating Elon Musk immediately after filing her Divorce😑😑. I thought media was going overboard and concocting stories... Shit Paparazzi always tails celebrity like a Spy and breaches their privacy always and hence I thought Amber was being targeted for wrong reasons. Basically I was wiping tears for Amber....

But Boy!!!

What a Vile Monster (Read : B***h)!!! She totally shat on my face by pulling a Gone Girl (my favorite movie) on her victim Johnny Depp by cleverly framing him as an Abuser. She even severed his Finger. Shat in his bed. Fabricated evidence of rape, sexual and domestic abuse.

Anyway, His reputation was gone... He got sacked by Disney, now he was being Blacklisted by the Hollywood as a whole and his career was over. Well Done Amber!!!! Mind you all of these drama had happened during the #MeToo movement.

At the height of a movement that painted every man in the movie and entertainment industry as ‘potentially abusive’ and went on, endlessly, about how we should “believe all women”. This nasty Monster arrived at the scene with her explosive accusations at the perfect time. And the media absolutely crucified the man.

Anyways, My disappointment on Depp got revoked... But still... Whatever's done has been done. Now he filed a Defamation case on her and she is acting like a perfect UwU girl wearing specs in front of the Court.

However,

During that same time when #MeToo movement was at the peak in the West, Many closeted girls in my country slowly started to open up about their years and years of repressed Sexual Abuse they'd experienced in Public places, Domestic Abuse and Work Place were all coming out in social media platforms like Twitter and Instagram. 

However, many men were skeptical about these complaints and it all comes down to, “Why now??? Why none of you girls never brought these up before??? Why now after all these years??”. The reason those women didn’t bring this up right away was because they were afraid that their left-over freedom would be snatched away.

Say, if a School going girl complains to her parents about A Boy abusing her sexually... You know what would happen next??? Her Parents will stop her from going to school any further. Same with women who goes to Work. Just to protect their Rights to gain knowledge and being financially independent... They would never open up about Sexual Harassment issues at all.

And finally, this Monster's false accusation got spread like a wild fire (Depp has so many fans here too) and majority of Twitter started to mock any woman who is complaining about a man under the name of #MeToo movement. Am not blaming this mishap entirely on Amber Heard... Since I already know that these men will never believe a single word from these girls... But that’s Monster's nasty act nipped that bud before it even started to sprout. And it gave those men more reasons to go unhinged. 

I wasn’t pissed just because she abused another Human.... I was pissed because she brought upon a chain of events which hurt more than 1 person who are not related with her Drama. Her abusive act never benefitted herself... Nor Depp, nor the women in General. 

So, back to your Question... If I would watch Pirates of the Caribbean movie without Depp??? 

Absolutely Not.... And why would I???

I loved that series precisely because of Depp. I admired him not only with his acting but also with this off-screen persona of visiting sick children in hospitals dressed as Jack Sparrow, never announcing his real identity or charging a dime. That’s why I couldn’t hate him even when I believed he was wrong.

Lesson I learned : Please lend your ears to the other side and come to a conclusion rather that canceling out people without even knowing the full picture. ***IRRESPECTIVE OF GENDER*** Women are capable of being Evil too.

[ultraericthered]

Random Higurashi Thoughts

In spite of Higurashi Gou/Sotsu’s many, many, MANY faults, I did surprisingly like its ending and appreciated the ideas behind it. And while I think Satoshi got robbed and that they needed to make time for him, one thing I did like seeing is that after Rika and Satoko parted ways, that so easily could have been the last we saw of either girl. But Satoko gets a final scene...and it’s shared with her uncle Teppei and her “Nee-Nee” Shion. Witch!Satoko’s not feeling it with these two so she takes leave, but to human Satoko, they’re family.

There’s just something super wholesome about that considering what these two characters, in prior diverging world fragments, were quite particularly known for in terms of how they interacted with Satoko. 

Y’know? Like this:

and this:

It’s admitedly not as much a surprise with Shion, who’s not only still young (and was so when she abused and killed Satoko in those fragments) but showed her capacity for growing close, loving, and protective towards Satoko before in the original story. Teppei, on the other hand, is a full grown man who in every fragment has wasted years of his life estranged from his family and becoming this horrible person living a horrible life, being horrible to himself and to others. Think about that: years consumed by isolation, rage, petty crime, achohol, drugs, gambling, a loveless marriage, and abusing his adolescent nephew and niece whenever they were in his care. Wasted time he can never take back since his life took that course in all realities. And in most realities, he stuck to that course and was beyond all hope of salvation. So the idea that all of a sudden, first consistently across several consecutive fragments thanks to Satoko’s looping and then in the final Miracle World that Hanyuu made from all the broken fragments, Teppei had an ephiphany that wised him up, chose to turn his life around, and successfully rehabilitated himself into a model citizen of small town society to the point where he now deeply loves the family he has and would do anything for them, Satoko in particular? There’s just a certain beauty in that, a great way of sending the “sins can always be repented for and forgiven, and it should never be too late to realize your errors and make a change for the better” message that When They Cry has always stood by.

Granted, we could’ve used a little bit less of Teppei than they gave us and definitely much more of Shion. Here’s hoping that the Higurashi Meguri manga manages to find the balance that the anime missed.

[b0hemian]

"Companion Troubles"

Knuckles x Shadow

Warnings: None

Fluff / Humor

This is the first FULL one shot I've written in a while so please excuse any errors or spelling mistakes. I will likely reread this over the course of a few days to make revisions of grammar, spelling, and punctuation mistakes if there are any. Any full revisions and add-ons will be put here. Anygay, I hope you enjoy this fic I've spent a few days writing. It was a bit of a rollercoaster since it took days to do one half of this and an hour to do the rest. I guess it goes to show that things take a personal pace and expectancy only makes it worse for you. Hope you enjoy, loves! - 🧸

Twenty-four hours ago, there had been an attack. It was neither unexpected or surprising, seeing as day after day, a new attack came from every corner. Attacks all coming from the all too predictable, Eggman.

Of course, these attacks weren't unnatural, but still, everyone had gotten used to it to the point that if an attack hadn't been set, people would go nuts in confusion.

But today, as any random day, everything was going ordinarily smooth. The sun had risen. The clouds darted away to let the blue misty sky dominate the heavens. Eggman attacked once more, but was defeated at a record natural of 10 minutes (thanks to Tails and his defenses.)

Sure it was safe, but hell, was it boring.

Knuckles and Shadow thought so.

You might've thought Sonic would've felt the boredom, but if anything, he's been out all day feeling anything but. Sun rise to sun set, no where near the couch he used to bask in. Nowadays, he lounged with Tails having their own little personal adventures. Often testing out Tails's new gadgets, having little competitions (though Sonic usually let Tails win sometimes), and at the slight chance, they'd walk along the beach shore, talking about whatever topic they chose fit.

Knuckles the echidna wasn't all that lucky.

For a whole week, he'd spent his time finding the right candidate to be his new companion. Amy was the first candidate to come to his mind and the immediate easiest to rule out. She was too busy with her own personal adventures. Proclaiming she'd rather work of her own skills. Sticks wasn't that bad but not the most easiest to work with. Often, they'd be amongst the trees, picking out coconuts or otherwise playing around with the animals they'd often find. Knuckles considered them, but thought it best if they were left alone. The next candidate was... well, let's just say he'd rather not relive that experience. Eggman was the villain after all.

Today would be the last day Knuckles would look for a companion. Today would be the final straw and if he leaves without what he seeks, he'll force himself to take what he has. Which is nothing but an empty couch and a fridge full of grapes to eat.

He supposed the television wouldn't be all that horrible. After all, with so many channels to surf and various movies to use to his disposal, he could make it work one way or anothe-

"Hey, Redhead."

Huh?

Knuckles, too engrossed into the running TV, mustn't have noticed the swinging of the door, let alone the opening of the fridge, because right as he turned to meet whoever called him, he saw Shadow. Shadow holding what was a full bottle of soda, being drunken wholly in seconds.

"Shadow?-"

Shadow placed the bottle down and shrugged. "That's my name," he said almost too humorously. A little smile forming on his lips.

"What can I do for you?"

Knuckles mustn't have seen the poster on Shadow's hand because as Shadow lifted it to Knuckles, he only widened his eyes and yanked it from him.

Shadow chortled and stepped forward. Letting Knuckles inspect his own handwritten poster.

"IN SEARCH FOR A COMPANION. - KNUCKLES THE MIGHTY ECHIDNA."

"Although, I don't know much about mighty-"

"Where did you retrieve this?" Knuckles fumed. Yanking Shadow by his chest.

Shadow, barely surprised and rather nonchalant, chuckled and shrugged again. "Outside, nailed on the tree. It had glitter on it but I thought it made it look tacky so I blowed it all off."

"Why you little!-"

"Hey!" Shadow, pushing Knuckles away, stepped back, chuckled and shook his head. "Do you want a companion or not? I mean, your poster didn't exclude anyone so.." he shrugged. "I'm your last call, buddy."

Knuckles, angrily with a low huff, set his fist down and crossed his arms instead. "Fine."

"Cool. So, we can stay here, have fun, talk shrimp about Sonic, and eat all the chips-"

"Grapes."

"... Eat all the grapes we want!"

"That's not so bad..."

Shadow, with a small chuckle, beckoned him to the door. "Come on then. I'm not usually this lighthearted so you might wanna enjoy it while it lasts."

Knuckles vowed an oath that very moment that he'd crush that hedgehog's skull if he so ever tries anything mischievous. He had known Shadow to be an asshole, but it wasn't until a few months ago that he noticed that Shadow was the most assiest of asses to him. So yes, he was in a rather speculative mood now that he was in the company of a Shadow who wishes to become his companion.

"Are you coming or what, fireball?" Shadow called from outside.

Knuckles huffed and left without another word.

•••

Hours. Hours spent doing absolutely nothing but argue about the most idiotic of things. The first argument was about whether or not pizza or hotdogs were better. The next was a debate on whether or not the house should be remodeled and redesigned. The next and most current one, was about who had the best taste of music.

"You're what Sonic calls an 'emo', and it's evident just by your song choices."

"Yeah right," Shadow spat. "Your taste's as bad as Sonic's cooking, and you know how bad that is."

Knuckles's entire bloodline had some sort of evolutional difference, small or large. From rounded knuckles, dulled spikes, and shorter heights, to firm and pointed bones that formed the known fists of Echidnas, to sharply tipped hair, and taller height averages. From generation to generation, the fists he used in battle were for defense, honor, duty, and proper victory. Each person in his line all having a noble reason for their use.

Knuckles would gladly tell people far and wide that his fists' purpose was to slam Shadow onto a tree and hit him so savagely that his body formed with its very roots.

Knuckles's fists clenched.

"Is that pink I see on your cheeks, fireball?"

Caught off-guard, Knuckles's original expression of staggering anger turned to genuine confusion, which made the hedgehog next to him bark in laughter.

"What?"

Shadow, after another fit of laughter, clutched his stomach and faced the echidna who barred his teeth.

"You hate me, don't you?" Shadow asked, smiling.

"Amy said hate is a strong word to use. But I'm no liar, so yes. I hate you," Knuckles answered, agitated.

Shadow couldn've sworn he saw Knuckles's chest freeze. Was Knuckles regretting what he said? Shadow grinned even wider. His steps were slower than Knuckles's as they walked and jogged across streams and broken logs. Calculating, speculating, and evaluating what this firecracker of a redhead echidna actually thought of him.

After the silence had once more corrupted their midst, Shadow's steps grew faster, not that he had to try.

Knuckles on the other hand, having caught on, put a little more weight to his steps to move faster.

Shadow, seeing this, chuckled quietly and threaded on faster with little effort. His grin widened as he glanced to his left to find Knuckles's jaw had clenched. Whether or not that was to suppress a grin or a frown made Shadow itch to find out.

No word was spoken between the two warrior heads. Not even an attempt to speak rang bright and proud into their minds. Only the pace of their shoes and the crunch of their steps' heaviness mattered.

As a hill started to near, Knuckles took his hands and bent forward. Granted, he was never a runner, so it would be obvious to state that in a running game, Shadow would win victoriously. But if Knuckles used his fits - his prime weapon in anything - then the scales of chance finally evens out.

Shadow's grin faded and burned. He should have known the echidna was bound to make up a way around this little game of race. Although he looked like a wild animal hunched over his red back with his fists using the ground and punching it for leverage, he was faster and it looked effortless. This, Knuckles's way to move around situations that didn't compliment him, Shadow gawked at.

Although Sonic had his inability to give up and Tails had his share of expertise, Shadow saw Knuckles's adaptability had outshine all the others when it comes to it. He knew that if you put Knuckles in a position he wasn't familiar with, he was always bound to set his mind into the plan, the task, and so forth just to adjust. And adjust he always did. Not a barren wasteland, a parched desert, or a stormy raging sea existed where Kncukles wasn't gonna adapt himself to his situation.

Not only did Shadow think this would make Knuckles stronger, it proved that he was far more than how he first saw him. He wasn't a dimwitted idiot who happened to just be an asset and a friend to the team. No. He was more than that and everyone in the group except Shadow knew this. Which made his position in the group reasonably respectable. Shadow only realized this when he found his focus and kept analyzing the warrior.

"I win!"

Shadow must have been too into his thoughts, for Knuckles had already reached the top of the hill. He wasn't too far behind the echidna to have to use his speed to get up, and nor was he too close to be right beside him. Just enough however to see Knuckles's jaw relax into a victorious grin.

Shadow didn't like to lose, but it served him right. He might be a sore loser, but he wasn't an unfair one.

"Good job, red," Shadow congratulated. Smiling with a proudness no one had seen before. Even he didn't know he was capable of forming it.

Knuckles must have caught onto another weird change in Shadow, because his smile dimmed. His hands, which were dirtied with soil, were tensed. "What's wrong?" he quizzed in actual pure confusion and... concern.

The hedgehog grinned wider and chuckled softly. As he reached Knuckles's side, he only patted Knuckles in the back before walking past him to a rocky edge that laid ahead.

"Shadow, you didn't answer me."

"I know."

With a glance behind him, Shadow's mischievous grin turned into a warm and comforting smile. A beckoning welcome for Knuckles to join him as he sat down on the ledge that overlooked the horizon.

Knuckles was still conspicuous with suspicion but joined Shadow after a beat of thinking.

He sat on the ledge. Close enough to Shadow that a little gap laid between them.

Shadow inched closer.

"You're not... You're not as much of an idiot as I thought you were," Shadow looked ahead as he said this. Staring at the rippling waves.

"You evaluated that from a race?" Knuckles laughed. Swinging his feet back and forth.

"Hm," Shadow turned to Knuckles with the still warm smile, "sort of."

Knuckles laughed again as he turned to face Shadow. But this time it wasn't a very mocking tone and nor did it have any luster of anger. It was as if all his previous feelings had vanished and had evaporated into the cold wind of the hill. Instead, it was comforting and a very genuine bit of him liked Shadow to see this side of him.

"You're not so bad either I guess. You did sign up as a friend," Knuckles looked down to stare at his feet, which continuously swung.

"Oh, so it's- I'm a friend now?" Shadow gasped with a glint in his eye. Sarcasm really did control his expressions at times because his lips had formed a perfect "O" and his eyes had widened animatedly. But even then, a sliver of him hoped that Knuckles would say yes.

"... I suppose, yes."

And then in a sudden blink and bat of an eye, Shadow's eyes widened some more in shock. His hand fell to the little gap between them and he smiled.

"Really?" Shadow hated how sweet and high his voice had gotten, but he really didn't mind it so much at this moment. All he cared and longed for was reassurance that what he heard was the truth.

Knuckles blushed. His cheeks flushed a sweet and light pink. "Y-yes."

Shadow smiled wider in acceptance before turning to face his feet which he let swing back and fro.

Of course, Shadow had the rest of the team, but with all their glory and kindness combined, nothing was ever a direct indication that they wanted to be his friend. Even Amy who was awfully kind didn't bother to speak to him unless it was absolutely necessary. But here this red echidna was, making his life a living heaven.

"Thank you.."

"For what?"

"For being my friend."

Knuckles smiled softly once more. Not as if the first one ever left, and inched closer. Closing the gap between their shoulders.

Shadow, without a moment's hesitation, looked to the echidna beside him and smiled back before leaning his head onto his shoulder.

Time flew by so quickly that night as they watched the sky fade from a marvelous blue to a dazzling starry black. All while swinging their legs together in unison and moving from position to position. Telling each other stories and tales of their lives things they've never told a single soul.

[mypoisonedvine]

Can u pls write something like dark!reader x steve rogers high school AU , where R is rich spoil brat & she always had a crush on steve but she always bully him by calling him skinny and all and Then yrs later, time changes her family discarded her from will and she becomes poor and need job, got hired for PA by dark ceo!steve rogers who she bullied her all school lifee😈😈

okay this is a lot for a headcanon but I don’t have time to do a whole oneshot BUT I also really like it so we’re gonna just make a longass headcanon here we gooooo

warnings for heavy dub con, choking, slapping, degradation (by steve), bullying (by the reader), abortion mention, brief mention of/implied assault.

“heyo pipsqueak” you called out to get steve’s attention, laughing when he frowned.  “looks like you grew a whole inch over summer, be sure to have your mom draw a line in pencil on the doorframe.”

he just rolled his eyes and got back to chatting with his friend.  not friends, friend, cause he only had one: bucky, who snarled at you as well.

“pick on someone your own size, if you can find somebody with as big a head as you,” bucky shot back, making you scoff.

“you know, it’s a shame you hang out with this deformed freak, you could’ve been popular.  you’ve got the looks for it.”

“I’d rather keep my brains, thanks,” bucky explained as you walked away with your posse of fellow popular kids.

you didn’t used to be so mean to steve.  it was sort of a comedy of errors, really.  you two had been friends in elementary school-- you, him, and bucky were the rambunctious trio up until middle school.  

things change for boys and girls in middle school.  guys just get along with each other and don’t think about it much.  girls, though... girls need to be sharp.  it’s eat or be eaten.  and you wanted to eat.

you were lucky that you developed early.  it meant that girls respected you and boys feared you-- not just for your attractive features but for the fact that you loomed a foot over most of them.

you started to take advantage of it.  and by the time you realized you had feelings for your best friend steve, it was already too late-- he was at the bottom of the food chain and you were at the top.  

you told your new girl friends that you wanted to take steve to the sadie hawkins.  they laughed at you.  for a moment, you felt what it was like to be outcast and you never wanted to feel it again.  so, you told steve and bucky that you’d grown apart.  and you were happy to just be former friends...

it was steve that started it.  he called you out.  he told you that you were nothing like who he used to know-- you had become vapid and cold and narcissistic.

“you’re so busy worrying about what other people think, you never take the time to think for yourself.”  that was what he said.  and it fucking hurt.

“saw you talking to your boyfriend steve the dweeb,” your friend tanya announced at lunch just a few minutes after that conversation.  and you were angry, and hurt, and truly friendless despite being surrounded by other popular girls.  so you said some things you could never take back.

“steve?  as if.  did you know he still sleeps with a security blanket?  and he has his friend bucky fight for him every week cause if he took a punch he’d crumble to dust?”

and so, mortal enemies were formed.  it only got worse in high school, as you fought to secure your title at the top while steve and bucky’s presence filled your heart with guilt and your gut with anger.

if only you’d known how quickly you could fall from your high horse.

it started when you dated tanya’s ex, brock.  she was made so she spread a rumor that you would fuck any guy on the football team, even all of them at once.

apparently, a lot of people believed it since tanya had been your sidekick since 6th grade.

two football players believed it.  and when you wouldn’t follow through on it, you got yourself a black eye.

that meant you missed school for a week because you couldn’t possibly show up looking like that.  tanya told everyone it was because you got grounded and sent away to church camp after your parents caught you in bed with one of the neighbors.  so now your reputation was ‘sleeps with football players and old men.’

only brock had been there for you.... but it turned out he had motives of his own.  you had originally planned to wait until college, but brock was clearly wanting something in return for putting up with dating pariah #1... so you let him take your virginity.

the condom broke.  when you dashed to the trash can to hurl in the middle of history class, you knew something was wrong.  (and lost that many more social points in the process.)

brock dumped you the second he found out you were pregnant.  didn’t even help you pay for the abortion.  he got back together with tanya and told her the real reason for your ‘medical absence’.  and that was the last straw for the former homecoming queen.

the humiliation drove you to some.... poor choices, for the next few years.  you tried not to think about them now, but it was hard not to when their consequences were staring you right in the face: no money, no job, nearly homeless, and desperate.

over a hundred job applications later, only one had called you back and scheduled an interview.  and you only needed one.

so there you were, waiting in the chilly lobby area while the receptionist typed away and chomped her gum, tapping your toes and glancing out the window occasionally.

you were surprised when you had been told your interview would be on the 51st floor.  you sort of assumed it would just be some random manager interviewing you, not somebody important enough to have a waiting room like this, or a view like this.

when a man stepped out from the nearby hallway, your eyes went wide.  he was tall, and handsome, and obviously muscular underneath the exquisite suit.  you suddenly felt underdressed in your hand-me-down business clothes.

then he called your name.  and you realized he was going to interview you.

you stood up and nodded.  “you can follow me to my office,” he instructed with a smile, leading you down the hall to the corner office.  you were in awe of the grandiosity of it all.  you were dumbfounded when you saw CEO on the door.

“there must have been a mistake,” you explained as he shut the door behind you.  “I... I’m just interviewing for an entry-level position.”

“no, there’s no mistake,” he shook his head, “I have you exactly where I want you.  take a seat.”

he circled his desk and sat on the other side of it, resting his elbows on the desk and giving you an oddly smug smile.  an awkward silence was finally broken when he realized, “you must not remember me.”

“I... have we met?” 

“I don’t blame you, I look pretty different,” he shrugged.  “I must’ve grown a whole inch this summer.”

you gave him a confused look before realization dawned on you, along with shame, and fear.

“oh... oh my god, Steve?!” you squawked.  he just grinned.  “you look... you look...”

“taller?”

sexy.

“you look great!” you said aloud instead.

“yeah,” he agreed, “wish I could say the same for you.”

you swallowed dryly.  “so that’s what you want,” you sighed, “to get back at me.  I understand.  I deserve it...”

“I don’t want revenge,” he denied.  “I’m just sorry to see you haven’t been... thriving, since high school.  your job history--” he scanned your resume briefly-- “well, you don’t have one.  have you been slumming it all this time?”

“without my parents’ money?  yeah,” you admitted.  

“surprised you applied here, instead of turning tricks on 5th and Columbus.”

your back straightened and your eyes went wide at that comment.

“I mean, you’re already dressed for it,” he smirked.

you stood up and crossed your arms.  “if you’re just going to insult me, then I’ll leave now.  I’m sorry for everything I did to you, steve,” you announced, voice shaky with oncoming tears.

“can you really afford to leave?” he pressed.  “if you have a chance at a job?”

that, unfortunately, got your attention.  “you... you might actually offer me something?”

“I will offer you something,” he corrected, “if you just sit down and listen.”

you relented, returning to your seat.  you could stand a lot more insults if there was money on the line.

“to be honest, there’s no way I can hire you for the position you applied for,” he sighed.  “you’re just underqualified.  but I think I can create a position for you.”

you liked the sound of that.  “what kind of position?”

“well, that’s tricky, seeing as you don’t have any skills,” he frowned, “except one.  so that’s the one I plan on using.”

the look in his eyes made it all too clear what he was referring to, but as you shrunk into the leather chair he went ahead and clarified.

“I’ll pay you whatever salary you saw in the ad.  but you won’t be doing data analysis or office management or anything like that.  all you’ll be doing is spreading your legs for me whenever I fucking want.”

fear shot up your spine; his eyes were devouring you, pinning you to the chair, and you tried to process that.  “I--”

“before you say anything,” he interrupted immediately, “let’s just be perfectly clear that this might be your only shot at a real job.  what I’m offering has better pay than stripping, and better benefits than hooking.  and unless you have any education or experience I don’t know about, you’re totally fucked.”

“seems like I’m fucked either way,” you mumbled, making him laugh.

“see, you’ve still got that sharp tongue,” he grinned.  “can’t wait to put it to better use.”

maybe it was just desperation for cash.  maybe it was because he was good-looking and you could do a lot worse.  maybe it was because, on some level, you felt like you deserved his punishment after how horribly you’d treated him.

“I’ll do it,” you sighed.  “when do I start?”

he stood up and reached across the desk to grab your neck, glaring at you.  “right now.”

his free hand was already fumbling with his belt, the one on your throat guiding you downwards.  “on your knees,” he instructed, and you slipped out of the chair and onto the floor.

he let go of your neck and you figured he was going to come to you, but instead he stood still and demanded: “crawl.”

debasing as it was, you crawled on your knees to his side of the desk, and he laughed at you bitterly.  when you reached his feet and popped back up, you gasped at the sight of his hard cock right in front of your face. it was bigger than your face.  and it was dripping precum.

“don’t get so bug-eyed, you can handle it,” he grinned.  “if your mouth’s as big as I remember...”

you didn’t want to hear any more.  you just wanted to get this over with, so you quickly took his head between your lips and started to suck.  you were shocked when he slapped you, hard enough to knock his length from your mouth and to make you reach up and clutch your stinging cheek.

“fucking whore,” he grimaced, “did I say you could put it in your mouth?  god, you’re so fucking desperate.  just open your fucking mouth and I’ll show you what I want, okay?”

you nodded and stammered an apology, looking up at him with watery eyes and an open mouth.  he swiped the latest drop of precum on your tongue before gliding his cock over it, grabbing your hair to keep you steady as he pushed himself to the back of your throat.

“fuck, that’s better,” he sighed.  “so much better when you just do what you’re told.  I remember how you used to be so cruel with this mouth.  now you’re being so welcoming...”

you just sat there and let him use your mouth, trying not to gag when he hit your throat.

“look up at me,” he instructed, “yeah, that’s it.  can’t have you forgetting who’s doing this to you, now can we?”

that went on for a bit longer until mascara-stained tears streaked your face, which he seemed rather proud of.

“damn, wouldn’t mind having you swallow my come right now,” he admitted, “but I have bigger plans.  get up, bend over my desk.”

you coughed briefly when he pulled out, but did as you were told.  he instantly yanked your skirt up over your ass and spanked you several times roughly, making you sob and whine.

“wanna see this ass all bruised up in the shape of my hand,” he explained.  “so we can both remember how hard I fucked you.”

he tore your panties like they were paper, chuckling when he found you already wet.

“dripping already, just from choking on my cock?  poor baby...”

you spread your legs slightly, though you were sure nothing was going to adequately prepare you for his size.

“you figured out how to use birth control since graduating, right?” he asked, and you nodded quickly.  “good.  cause I’m not using a condom,” he continued as he let his cock glide over your folds, groaning slightly, “and there’s no way in hell I’m pulling out.”

he pushed forward in one brutal stroke, making you cry out loudly.  you really hoped these rooms were mostly soundproof.

“shit, you’re tight,” he hissed, already pulling back and thrusting back in.  “clearly you recovered from your years of slutting it up in high school.”

“that-- that wasn’t true,” you defended.

“oh, just shut up,” he growled.

he fucked you fast and deep, his hips pushing yours into the edge of his desk with each thrust.  his hands pinned you down at your shoulders, another reminder that you were entirely at his mercy.

“fuck, this is just what you needed... somebody to put you in your place.  makes sense that it should be me, since you hated me so much.”

“I didn’t h-hate you,” you hiccuped. 

“yeah, you wanted me, didn’t you?”

“always,” you admitted.

“wanted my fat fuckin’ cock to tear up your pussy?  is that it?”

“yes,” you moaned, “yes, steve, wanted to be yours.”

“even when I was skinny and short?”

“even when you hated me,” you added.

he growled slightly and you felt your walls tighten around him suddenly.  he chuckled, clearly aware that you were enjoying this.

“you want more, baby?  want me to fuck you harder?”

“whatever you want,” you answered instead.  “just use me however you want.”

he moaned and leaned down to cage your body in with his.  “fuck, baby... you’re taking this better than I thought you would.  such a good girl for me, huh?  such a good little slut.  want me to use you, baby?  take all my anger out on you?”

“yes,” you whispered, sobbing when he began to fuck you more brutally than you thought possible.  but it felt good.  so good that your legs were shaking, so good that you felt even better when he tugged your hair.

“yeah, gonna come on my cock, aren’t you?” 

you nodded and bit your lip.

“m’ close too,” he admitted, “you’re gonna be so full of my come, it’s gonna be dripping down your legs when you walk out of here...”

your orgasm made your body shake and your eyes roll back.

“fuck, I can feel you coming,” he groaned, “fuck, just like that-- fuck!”

you felt his warmth fill you as his cock flexed against your walls.  you were busy trying to catch your breath when he slumped down on top of you and pushed the air from your lungs.

“damn... didn’t think I was gonna come that fast,” he sighed.  “see what you do to me?  fuck, I knew this was a good idea.”

sure, it felt good, but you were sure he was only going to get rougher and meaner the longer this went on.  you couldn’t imagine how you were going to get out of here without somebody noticing your wrinkled clothes, messed-up hair and, as he’d pointed out himself, come all over your thighs.

“guess I’ll see you at 8am tomorrow, huh?” he chuckled, giving you an unexpected peck on the cheek.  you couldn’t answer, though, interrupted by the phone on his desk ringing.  “oh, sorry, gotta get this.”

he reached for the phone and picked it up, bringing to his ear all without pulling out of you or even lifting his body from on top of yours.

“bucky, hey,” steve grinned as he spoke into the phone, looking down at you and stroking your hair, “you’re not gonna believe who I ran into today...”