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Damian Wayne Petting A Chicken: WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME THEY WERE SO SOFT???!!!
#damian wayne#wayne family adventures#Batman#robin#dc robin#batman and robin#son of batman#totally based on a true experience#red hood#jason todd#talia al ghul#dc#dc comics#dc animated films#this is a fact not advertised enough#dick grayson#nightwing#tim drake#red robin#spoiler#stephanie brown#black bat#cassandra cain#alfred pennyworth#batcow#bruce wayne#justice league#look at all those chickens#ace the bathound#titus
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pain and suffering, suffering and pain
#totally silly scenario that totally isnât based on true experience#httyd#how to train your dragon#hiccup horrendous haddock iii#toothless#my art
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staying up late is all fun and games until you hear a spooky noise in the house
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going back through some of this fandom's history has made me realise, we really see people as black and white good or bad don't we?
#like i hope we're getting better (i think we are)#but it has me wondering. how much fandom treatment of 5sos partners was based off one specific incident#but also shaped how people viewed that one specific incident?#i'm glad we want our faves to be well and happy. i just think we also are not immune to misogyny sometimes#guess who just watched the lie to me mv for the first time ever#it's important that people get to tell their stories don't get me wrong. and there was a lot of authenticity in this#however if our instinct is to just totally not ever believe women we also have to ask ourselves why#at least people were really glad for sierra at the time? but look how that went. she was human and people turned on her too#these things can both be true. sometimes women to genuinely bad things. AND we hold women to impossible standards#and then dehumanise them the minute we do something wrong#which is bound to happen at some point!#also. someone can still be a good person and not make good decisions 100% of the time. think about that before you disregard#something someone says being like 'my fave would never they must be lying' why is lying our go-to? yes they might be lying but#this shouldn't be our assumption. just because people are reluctant to admit our faves might not be Completely Perfect#fwiw i think rn we're doing a lot better in terms of that though. in terms of destigmatising mental illness and addiction too#it's just. reality is often just complicated? no one's all good or all bad. yes people should be free to tell the story of their experience#but in order to be ethical consumers of their story we need to realise that just because it highlights one aspect of someone#it doesn't mean that's all there is to them. and it doesn't mean that's all there is to the story either (even though it's not false!)#like how we're been discussing in swiftie spaces. storytelling is GOING TO BE BIASED. when we acknowledge that we won't be as reactive
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it's not about that you "have" to get to exercise your autonomy. b/c like, yes you do, but not in the way that "if i don't get to do that Now i will explode & evaporate (& die)" which is what people keep leveraging to be like "so you don't have any valid argument for getting to act out your own choices"
therein is another issue of "why do you need a 'valid argument' to get Exceptions as ruled by this person to exist autonomously, unpunished" like why's this person an authority who gets to punish you. nonrhetorically, why do you have to appeal to their maybe possibly deciding to Let you be a person. should you "have" to.
and if you don't get that Permission that you supposedly "have" to get, you also will not immediately explode and die if you do that unpermitted thing, but shocking how "you don't Haaaave to" is only invoked re: things you want to do for yourself, and not what they want you to do for them....because it's Not Really About "Literally literally Haaaaving to"
the alignment between people getting on one for years about asexuality, and while doing so maxing out the saturation on their bullshit on any & everything, b/c you're just getting into anti autonomy, so ofc you're also just stoking & expressing "arguments" against autonomy that are deployed in plenty of other contexts, including against other queer identities....and that particular resonance with biphobia & transphobia, and how either groups are theoretically thwarting the Truest Gays because how will we have a valid argument against the truest cishets agenda if we can't convince them we haaaaaave to be like this instead of that no, we won't explode & die if we have to be repressed or at least closeted another day, and another, and you won't explode after another, either, etc. rather than thee point of "asexuality autonomy = queer autonomy = Your queer autonomy = Anyone's Autonomy" and "why do we 'have' to Convince anyone to go 'oh alriiiight' abt one's choices about how they express their identity, what decisions they make about having sex"....it's about anyone having the power to preclude & restrict others' autonomy & constrain their existence between one kind of more imminent, immediate harm/death & a more drawn out one where you exist as a resource for others' use but at least you aren't Literally dead today. so what if someone's saying "well i don't think your gender/sexuality stuff is Real" so long as they can't get in the way of other people living that out anyways. so what if someone's supposedly like "well, but everyone could be bi" (which they don't. just like ppl were never 'pretending' to be asexual to nefariously stand around in the queer space that never rigorously vetted everyone anyways? Making Up A Guy To Get Mad At) to supposedly argue that if all of you are bi you can just restrict yourself to the Cishet Appearing manifestations (which they don't) where what's that even matter if this [guy to get mad at] can't make that anyone else's problem? if he can, why can he. should he be able to. that's the problem, not "have we all tried the constant biphobia wherein they're always thwarting & sabotaging the rest of us?? like how trans people are keeping us from being legitimate?? with the opportunity for some trans people to also try declaring other noncis people Not Legitimately Trans?? well the cishet agenda loves asexuals, actually, they want everyone to never have sex ever (they don't want that, and that's not what being asexual is)"
using the "you can't Know through Direct Perception or extrasensory phenomena what someone else's Thoughts And Feelings are" both ways; wherein their assertion of their intentions, true or not, gets to be treated as an assertion of Reality, meanwhile b/c Your intentions/thoughts/feelings can't be directly observed, you're just lying or exaggerating or misremembering or failing to Express yourself correctly b/c they would've surely interpreted it correctly otherwise, or [anything else] re: your inner experiences that you can't "prove" are one way or another, so this other person gets to always decide for themself what they must be (why?) and if they just so happen to decide they Must be in alignment with what they want (good) or unacceptably, evilly, incorrectly Against Them, they also get to flex their control over the entire situation via their Authority / control over resources / the person's lack of other options b/c of isolation & that, say, breaking away from a family, job, marriage or just deemed correctly romantic relationship, is punished by the larger system of How Things Are, through a lack of resources that makes you more vulnerable in general as well as vulnerable to further punishment in how you might try to respond to that situation, through the general stance that maintaining cohesion of a Unit like the nuclear family, the "romantic" "man"/"woman" couple, is good, so breaking from it is deviant........anyways it's like. if you're like "well i'm having sex b/c i want to" and someone is like "well i say YOURE LYING" like, what? "isn't there someone you forgot to ask" shit. why should that get to affect things. whether you're like "oh no. what if they could say 'you're lying...b/c how do i knowwww you're not BI. where you could want to have sex with someone BESIDES this one person rn?? or ACE??? if you Don't have sex rn and you Don't explode and die 5 min later we will Know you Could Be Asexual" like, this isn't how it works anyways obviously but theoretically if it did: we would not be like "oh sorry guess that's what matters" unless what mattered was some people's being lower on a hierarchy and at the quite literal disposal of those with more power than them. what would the crisis be of someone going "well i think. every gay person? is bi" or someone going "you've just told me your name is gloria but i think your name is actually tetris...." or "i'm so embarrassed i wish everyone but me was dead" if none of these things can hinder the existence of people having sex w/autonomy for all involved or people getting to tell you their name or all other people being alive
the banger quote on my imdb page was saying "no, i don't 'Have' to, but i'm going to" to an authoritarian in my life, concluding several minutes' "negotiation" of [i 'have' to hang up on this call now b/c the movie i'm standing in this movie theater to see is about to start. no i won't explode and die if i don't. i also won't explode and die if i don't keep "talking" to you (being Talked At / lectured & upbraided from afar)] funny how that works. i also Know this was a checkmate b/c that person gave up on responding (or, technically, switched to The Silent Treatment, which worked even worse via phone than in person) and i did hang up rather than miss the movie i showed up for and then they had to resort to Other Methods: telling someone willing to take on the enabling cop mode that i had Essentially said Go Fuck Yourself. like well that's right, and the fact that it's a "go fuck yourself" to get to say "i am going to end the call b/c i choose to do something else" and then actually do so is a real testament to this relationship. and if one had said "i can't keep talking, i have to go" and someone's like "sldfj you mean thou MAY not keep talking" teehee i don't know, CAN you have the peas????? it's like this obviously doesn't matter. i can choose to do shit and choose to not do shit without exploding and dying right this very second, except for taking 5 sec to eat a deadly bomb with a timer set for 5 sec. This Is Not The Point. why is autonomy off-limits to Anyone.
#authoritarian parent whose silent treatments fail: anti crossdressing household law will get everyone to stop inconveniently Being People#spoilers: i continue to be a real life person; nonbinary; autistic; i continue to not engage in a relationship w/that parent b/c#Their choice was to have that relationship be the authority & the property. so the response to that: not being in that situation.#creating that kind of relationship & then being like ''why don't i get the Benefits of a different kind of relationship that is defined by#everyone being recognized as people and having actual positive experiences and legitimately Wanting to interact :(''#the autonomy to Not do something b/c you don't want to = the autonomy to Totally do something b/c you do want to#hence the idea of the True / Ideal Homosexual being ''but i Must Only have gay sex or i'll explode & die'' vs ''i feel like having gay sex'#yeah we ''could'' all be forced into binary genders & nuclear family units & be miserable & isolated but not literally explode.#but why should we. why would we. why can't we Not do that#hence as well that queer autonomy=everyone's autonomy. ppl who id as cishet? don't need to be Forced into that or into Awful Marriage Asap#but they do if we wanna isolate everyone / eliminate broader social support networks / restrict the autonomy to do anything else#asexuality handshake bisexuality. parallel to aromanticism handshake polyamory#and the backup to ''well but you won't literally die'' is to preclude Choice entirely by diverting the focus from [questioning ur choices]#to [questioning whether you have the capacity to make choices] as an extension. lens on ableism / disability justice is in Everything#not in like a ''huh. who'd've thought that overlapped'' Fun Fact way but in [you don't Understand that issue fully if you don't see ableism#someone's always getting to justify their authority by their Superior Ability vs others' Inferior/Absent Ability#saw that zany ''radical queer theory based on vibes is now that asexuals aren't queer'' streak definitely manifest ableism#a good ol fashioned ''asexuals won't consider What's Wrong With Them / try harder to seek some conversion therapy'' great stuff gang#or even more useless declarations of ''haha but most people Aren't ace. it's not Normal to not want to have sex. checkmate?''#and what is your conclusion to that logic? ended up in ''ace ppl. are cringe!! & maybe not real!!!'' aaand what do we do with that?#what praytell do you suggest change based on that. how has that exclusionist analysis served queer lives. how is it continuing to do so.#versus like and who cares if everyone Could possibly all be labeled bi if what is In Practice anyways is ppl getting to have sex or Not how#they want to anyways. recognizing that Any trans person's existence is a testament to Everyone's autonomy#any ''threat'' to children is always guaranteed abt the Threat to [parents' control to decide Who & What a child gets to be]#that is; ''protecting'' children is abt the child being the property of parents. gotta protect That by withholding all info about trans ppl#even existing from kids b/c Property can't decide their identities for themselves so Children can't be allowed to either#their even knowing that some people Do get to exist autonomously is; indeed; that ''threat'' to the [child is property] order#and Language as Possibility. it's the 2010s & you can only go ''that's me i'm nonbinary'' when you learn abt the word ''nonbinary''#even though you can then know you always knew but you didn't have the word so you had to keep on using other; more inaccurate words....#discovering the tree trunk of [word: Autistic] that roots all these branches of ppl talking abt Experiences & now Realizing Things....
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Costco: If you cry on these sacred sample grounds, you might be at an all-time low in your life. Still, there are plenty of unnecessary things in excessive amounts to buy here to fill the aching void within your heart. The sample people WILL take pity on you and offer you extras. Fill up on $1.50 hot dog and soda in the food court and wonder how the world could be so cruel and hot dog so cheap. Minus points for the possibility of running into someone from school who will ignore your tears and try to engage in conversation. 7/10
stores to cry in, rated
wal-mart: pedestrian, boring, you can do better. 2/10
target: a slightly better crying experience than wal-mart. the scent is strangely comforting, the lights however are too bright and make for a slightly unpleasant cry. there is however oftentimes a starbucks and a mini pizza hut inside for you to drown your sorrows in. 6/10, points for optimal post-cry atmosphere
an apple store: absolutely not. people cry in the apple store all the time because they cant afford the latest rose gold bullshit appleâs put out. overdone and cliche. 1/10
publix: points lost for the sterile and inhospitable environment but if you cry in a publix a gator WILL smell your tears and come to eat you. being eaten by a gator is in fact slightly preferable to crying in a publix. 6/10 for the gator
whole foods: an excellent place for a cry, people will probably assume that you are a wealthy emotional person who cant decide between quinoa or couscous and are having a real problem with it. 8.5/10 nordstrom: plenty of chairs for collapsing into especially in the shoe department but you WILL be accosted by salespeople. they work on commission and are hungry for your money. 7/10 for style ikea: OPTIMAL crying destination, can climb into a bed and have a total mental breakdown and nobody will ever be the wiser, the employees WILL NOT bother you under any circumstances, comfortable and accessible, 10/10 hot topic: no!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 0/10
#based on a totally fake and not true story that didn't happen to me last year haha...#also @ my classmate why did u think seeing me have a breakdown in front of the naked pressed juices would lead to a productive conversation#breaking my silence to post this bc all in all crying at a costco was a net positive experience#would recommend honestly
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i dont have any emotions. except being like annoyed that doesnt count. and bored. i feel bored and annoyed. thats my whole life theres nothing else. im bored with my life and annoyed at how rubbish i am. im boring and annoying. thats all i am in the world all there is to see and all anyone ever thinks of me. i appear as a person simply as bored and annoyed and boring and annoying and theres nothing else. its for the best anything else is too much effort and too embarrassing i coildnt do it. the more people are bored and annoyed by me and dismiss and ignore me the better its easier theres no effort and this way i dont care cause theres nothing there its all blank and nonexistent and meaningless so theres nothing to notice or even have an opinion on and its all no one nothing blank rubbish what was i even talking about
#this is just a thought experiment btw i was curious to see where it would go#though its true that theres nothing else to me as a person#i am capable of emotions though that bits more retorical anyway its not meant to ne literally true there#though the idea of denying you have emotions or personality meaning you dont express it so you really dont is surely true#though this isnt really about me actually#im just tired but its too bloody hot to sleep its ridiculous#so im just saying words seeing whete itd go evrn if it was a bit based on a thought i had about myself#not sure what thevpoint is of just sayinng random words its just rilubbish nothing real but im ibsesed with being dramatic#basically the unimaginitive version of making stuff up cause im bored only its boring stuff#at least the badgers gave me a good laugh#is it self plagarism if you send someone an ask they delete without reading them postbit on your blog#not like anyond know just makes me sound even lamer#even though literally the reason i send asks to that blog is i know theyll be ignored cause that persons already completely uninterested in#anything i have to say so i can say whatever rubbish i dont care even if it is read like if someonr aleady thinks im a loser i dont care#if they see more evidence of it and if theres total indifference even when i do say embarrassing rubbish then theres nothing there#but its still technically schrodingers interaction cause even though they would be read at all at this point the concrpt still exists#anyway thats completely off topic which was would posting the badger thing be embarrassing like no one sees it anyway its literally all for#my own sake
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â #KNOCK(HER)OUT ! â
᥎êȘ«â sum. you get more than what you bargained for by getting involved with two boxersâtwo boxers that canât keep their hands off the pretty new journalist. what happens in the ring stays in the ring thoughâŠ. right?
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warnings. fem! reader x t. fushiguro & s. ryĆmen, boxer!au, thrÄesome, manhandling, unprotected, semi public, size kink, Ćral (f & m receiving), head lock, spÄ«t, sqĆ«irting, they fight over you, brÄeding, fÄ«ngering, implied multiple Ćrgasms, nipple play.
an. based on this ask, havenât recovered since :,)
sukuna ryĆmen and toji fushiguro. . .
the talk of the town. top most infamous boxers of your city, they were supposedly rivals but ended up becoming super close friends. 'friends' was probably a stretch. acquaintances was probably a far better word to describe the two. there was hardly anyone that didnât tune into your detailed magazines about themâyour occupation? a journalist. youâd be the first to write about their fights, their strengths, weaknesses, their total wins & losses, and even a few unnecessary things like their love life. you were new, but you were good. always in the front row, youâd watch them spar against some of the most scariest opponents imaginable. something about guys taking it out in the ring right before your eyes got your panties in a twist. how unprofessional..
you only did it for the money, the publicityâ a lot of people adored your skill to make such stories so interesting. between toji and sukuna, they were almost always compared, and oh did they hate it. ex rivals continuously pinned against each other, itâd piss anyone off. although, you were in dire need for a new story topic to write and you just so happen to stumble into their private gym.
âyo,â a rough sly yet cunning voice mutters, and itâs so deepâyou recognize it from anywhere, toji fushiguro in the flesh. âare ya lost? no fuckinâ autographs.â
âdonât be rude, âtoj,â and your eyes avert towards sukunaâ heâs a few inches taller and your eyes roam at them both. they had droplets of sweat racing down their washboard abs, scars coating their skin with ruffled hair as if theyâd just finished a match. sukuna drags his feet towards you before his eyes light up. âohh, i know you,â he snickers, grabbing your notepad before nudging his friend. âsheâs our little journalist toji. and sheâs a damn fine one too..â
â. . . uh,â was all you could make out, feeling a sudden tightness in your stomach. your eyes continue to stare, your lewd thoughts only become more and more vulgar. seconds pass before you realize sukuna took your notebook, toji pauses his sets to get a good look at you. âi thought this was the ladies' room.â
âgirl bye,â toji grumbles with two hands buried into his shorts pocketsâ he reads right through you as if you were some sort of exposed novel. people said he was a lot sassier in person but you didnât think itâd actually be true. green dark eyes linger onto you for a long time before he stretches, leaning down to get a good glimpse at your figure. âdid you come here just to stare or what?â
you were taken aback at how blunt he was.
a coy grin appears on his lips as he watches you struggle to formulate a good enough response.
you were nosy, you were really really nosy. for once, perhaps you didnât wanna just jot down things about these twoâ just maybe, just maybe . . you wanted a hands-on experience.
âi⊠needed new material for my article before the next match starts,â you utter, squeezing your thighs together. sukuna tilts his head, eyeing you in a way that makes you feel hot. tojiâs stare was ten times more intimate, darkened irises practically staring right into your soulâyou knew this wasnât the bathroom, you were lying. âi was hoping maybe youâd give me some uh . . inspo.â
they were both towering over you with height, you felt smallâlike an ant that was preparing itself to be crushed by a villainous shoe.
âinspiration, she says?â sukuna hums, his voice is lowâraspy, an almost purr hiding underneath it before he moves closer towards you. âjust tell us what you really want, princess.â
ânah donât get all shy now,â toji chimes in once he sees you grow more sheepish. they both close in on youâyou felt like you were trapped in a fever dream, you werenât exactly complaining either. they smelled so good, a mixture of sultry sweat and a loud scent of heavy cologne that wafts throughout the entire training room. âyou got our attention so spit it out, girl.â
âiâ i want you both.â you finally mutter after seven long consecutive seconds. with the way tojiâs staring right through you, you felt like your stomach sank between your legs - your legs that were throbbing with nothing but mere arousal, again perhaps this was unprofessional. no, it was very unprofessionalâbut anyone would kill to be in your position, being sandwiched between the top two boxers of your city.
sukuna snickers. âboth? what makes you think iâd wanna share with this bum?â
âshut up,â toji snarls, and the way his facial expressions tense a bitâso attractive. the headlines + press was right about toji, he was a lot more handsome in person. he was a fairly new boxer yet a pure lady's man. heâs had a plethora of fangirls while in the ring and maybe you were one of them. as he inches towards you with a hand softly gripping underneath your chin, he inhales. his entire facial structure, so chiseledâbrief dark stubble coats the entirety lower half of his jaw and he rubs his left boxing glove against his left knee. âthat really want you want? both of us?â and his voice softens. itâs a bit more pitchy and low, and he sneers. âon me, look at me when you reply too, girl.â
your lip gradually pulls down from his thumb playing against it. you felt so hot, the air suddenly felt thick.
a sudden lump gets caught in your throat before you mumble. âi want you both,â and your eyes meet the dark-haired boxer, simultaneously glancing at his attireâ shirtless, boxing shorts on with his custom-made âfushiguroâ briefs wilting near the topâonly showing the hem part. just a teensy detail like that was so enticing that you even spot a few parts of his exposing snatched waist. only after awhile you then abruptly snap out of your vulgar fantasm. ââŠplease.â
âthe real question is, pretty little journalist,â sukuna steps in, a hand stroking against your chin. you didnât know where to even look. both boxers had their hands on you and the tightened squeezing between your plush thighs grew even more. âcan you handle both?â
âyes.â youâd speak in a soft voice, most likely as of now you were probably speaking from between your legsâyou didnât care though, everyoneâs a little delusional at some point. emphasis on a little in your case, because you had no idea what you were getting in to with these two.
toji snickers. âhm,â he mutters, eyes focusing on you for a long time before he raises his chin. âfine. letâs test your strength then,â and he briefly gazes at sukuna. âsukuna. we can take her ân the ring.â
and they mean it quite literallyâ taking you, the both of them versus you, except you werenât relatively fighting.
not in that sense, but it was versus an opponent that was throbbing between your thighs.
the arena was empty, about a good hundred or more vacant blood-shot red seats scatter everywhere.
inside the ring, it was a mere raised platform, guided and shaped by strong stringy ropes that were yanking between poles at each side and corner. you lay on the spongy canvas of the ringâs floor before biting back a moan.
âscared yet?â sukuna hums, and he props himself right between your legs. this was riskyâentirely risky, anyone could just walk in. besides, you were pretty sure they had a match in about a good forty-five minutes. with sprawled-out legs, he moved closer before dragging a thumb down your panties. his voice was a bit deeper than tojiâs, they both shared the same amount of rasp.
sukuna had the charm, toji had the suaveness.
you shake your head, feeling yourself grow even hotter the more he stalls time. it feels warm, the entire air around you is humidly thick and you whine as he teasingly bites your panties. not enough to pierce his teeth into your folds, but he bites near the fabricâyou watch, the string of your underwear slowly dragging with him. yet, you canât help but glance at toji whoâs just standing thereâarms crossed and that same scowl that stuck against his face. âmhm,â he jibes, eyes flickering towards toji. âtoji. sheâs looking at you.â
âi know she fuckinâ is,â he grumbles, and your head tilts upward. youâre face first with his bulge that was right against your face. talk about space, it was right there. such a big bulge, who were you even kidding thoughâyou found yourself gawking at his bulge at every match he had. with the skin-tight shorts heâd worn, you just knew he was nothing more than a packer. ânosy girl. yâer mouth bored or somethinâ?â and he watches your hands paw at the hem of his tucked-out briefs. âneed a bit of throat training, huh?â
sukunaâs playing with your panties still. by now, heâs peeling them towards the crevices of your thighs and you whine whilst you feel a thumb of his drag down your honeyed slit. sopping wet, just a three-second stare and he was suddenly esurient.
âlook at me, not him,â toji lightly turns your head to face back up to him again. his bulge, his damn bulge that was right up against you. you nod, feeling your mouth dryâyou wanted your throat to be filled, it wasnât even a question. toji gruffs lowly, moving your chin side to side. âhuuuh? girl, i donât speak silence. thought i told ya how to use those words when you speak.â
âi- i wanna suck you off, âtoj,â and you get cut off once he pulls his boxing shorts down halfway, bringing your face close to his briefs. youâre taken by surprise once he makes you rub your face against his hardened bulgeâyou moan, as if on instinct, your tongue lolls out just to taste him. even if itâs just the clothed fabric protecting his actual cock, it was something.
he scoffs. âyâer a nasty girl, huh,â he mumbles, peering down to see sukuna starting to lick against your cunt. your legs quaver upon impact and you slump back against the corner of the ring. âcanât wait, yeah. want me to train this empty throat? maybe itâll make ya a better journalist, nosy ass.â
youâd almost laugh at his little side remark if it wasnât for sukunaâs tongue lapping against your slick entrance. your lips part as you lean back, a hand going through his hair. âmphm,â he grunts, one hand squeezing the right part of your thigh. âsweetest taste iâve had in a . . . looong while.â and heâs so sloppy, not even a few seconds pass before heâs already slurping. your panties were lazily shoved to the side and thatâs when toji hauls down his briefs.
you gulp, damn.
he wasnât just big, he was hugeâŠ
your mouth starts to salivate the more you stared at the swollen shaft. toji was a big guy . . hence meaning, toji he was a thick guy.
staggering height and a fat base to back it up, he had about two veins running down the side. his tip was a reddish pink, you could already taste him throbbing in your mouth. toji was quite well shaved a bitâ though, it was a few specks of black hairs scattered everywhere. however, his happy trail was so pleasing to look. it roams all down his sculpted body, he sighs once you slowly wrap a hand around his cock.
âspit the fuck on it.â
five words and you didnât hesitate to roll out your pink tongue once more.
you gather a good amount before watching it coat against his pink sweet tip. he groans, watching your hand stroke him a bit. he was so big, so fucking big that you could barely wrap your entire hand around his dick. toji groans, watching you make a total mess out of yourself. pretty glossy lips, pretty glossy lips that would soon be wrapped around his hefty length.
once you get it wet enough, you gently move your mouth onto him. he hisses, the warmth of your throat has his abs clenching.
âm-mhm,â youâd moan out, though your words were purely muffled. sukunaâs sucking on your clit, occasionally nipping and nibbling on it just to make you squirm even more. it was cuteâ the way your legs could barely hold still, so this was your weak spot. itâs what he thought to himself, lapping his tongue against your slick entrance. brief kisses coat near your folds before he maneuvers such circles against your pussy. feeling his canines nip against your folds every few seconds had you feral in the best way possible.
âyâer makinâ her squirm all over, âkuna,â toji lowly chuckles, such baritone in his voice that it makes you soak even more. you didnât even know how it was possible with the way you were just profusely dripping like a faucet. not evenâyou put faucets to shame with how slick you were, quickly coating the lower part of sukunaâs chin with your syrupy taste. âopen that mouth a âlil more, yeah . . . yeah,â and he tilts your head back a bit, prying your mouth open some more. he starts to slowly sink his cock in, so slow. the pace was incredibly tantalizing, your tongue runs against his slit before he pushed more inches inside. âfuckkk, girl,â he continues to grunt out, knees already starting to buckle. the way you took him in, hollow cheeks all puffed, you were already starting to drool a bit. small amounts of your saliva trickle past the corners of your lips as he goes deeper and deeper. deeper until his tip ends up mashing against your uvula and you gag.
â. . ooooh,â he hums, and just a simple noise as that was so seductive. âgoodâŠ. good,â he swallows, a hand digging through your hair before maintaining a good grip against it. ânow . . letâs test this pretty throatâs durability, hm.â
your little nod makes his sly smile widen, your jaw hangs and he starts to gradually piston his hips. such a mess, he was just so big that you were surprised all of it even fit.
âalllll the way down, shit,â your head starts to move, bobbling as your tongue swiftly running against his pulsating head. he gnashes his teeth together, dim eyes flickering towards your hands. you were feeling hot yourself so you made a cute attempt at reaching between your legs. doing so only greets you to a soft concise smack.
âhands to yourself, silly girl,â sukuna grumbles, and this time he grabs your wrist. he simpers, watching you try to even still rub one out but with his grip, you werenât getting anywhere. as your mouth was occupied with such inches, you whimper once you feel sukuna spank your cunt a few times. âdonât touch my pussy.â
one turns into two, then three, then four. . .
your pretty cunt starts to become his new obsessionâthe way youâd squelch for him so easily, he gets hard in his boxers. so wet, he knows the layout as if heâs so used to doing this. you wouldnât be surprised, especially with a tongue like he had. lapping left and right, he parts your legs just a bit farther before the tip of his tongue swirls all around it. he lays it flat, getting a good enough taste before giving it yet another mean spank.
you whimper, feeling your tummy cave in before toji makes you face him once more. âeyes up here, eyes on me,â and he sounds almost jealous the more you focus your attention strictly on his boxer acquaintance. youâre still stroking him, a thumb sliding down a vein that prods alongside his shaft and he groans. your throat, so warm that he starts to feel his right thigh bounce. âshould be . . usinâ this throat for shit like this instead of running that mouth.â his voice pitches lower, boxer shorts pulled down and his hair was slightly ruffled. you stare up at toji and he gives you that same cunning smirk. oh, you were soaked. again, this simply felt like a fever dream. even if at the slightest chance that you were dreaming, you never wanted to wake up.
tojiâs quite talkative throughout the entire thing, sukunaâs dragging you further and further onto your incoming release and your legs start to rapidly shake even more. you whine and mewl out such sweetened moans, occasionally coming back up for air as you kept his cock warm in your mouth. each time it hits the roof of your mouth, you let off a straddled noise and he finds it so cute, so filthy.
ârelax yâer throat, girl,â he mutters, a firm grip on your scalp. with glossy eyes, you follow his words and you stop gagging a bit. he grunts, getting hard every time your pretty eyes make direct contact with him. âsuch a pretty girl when you listen.â and his tone gets a bit more sensual, more tender.
you whine, feeling sukuna insert a single finger inside of youâyou swallow his digit almost immediately and you cringe at hearing your own salaciously lewd squelches.
soaking, sopping wet,
three perfect words to describe between your legs, you choke out a moan once you feel that sensation brew right up inside your stomach. steadily, it was coming closer and closer. youâre breathing through your noseâfeeling a few of his pubic hairs tickle against you. youâre moaning, eyes becoming half-lidded and droopy. toji had a mere pout stretching against his face and he felt himself coming close too.
the icing on the cake was your tongue, the way you swirl and slide it against his frenulumâhe groans out a low grunt that rings throughout the arena. it reverberates, it's raspy and it only makes you even more aroused. âs-shit, you close too?â
you nod, and toji jeers, finding it amusing to taunt with you as youâre about to reach your inevitable peak. âyeah? gonna make a mess on âkunaâs face?â
âtold ya donât call me that,â sukuna grouses, resuming to pump not one but two fingers into you nowâyouâre almost there. itâs a hot feeling stirring up near your lower abdomen, a pool of it. your eyes start to roll, still slobbering down tojiâs cock before he starts to thrust and thrust into your mouth.
âmake me.â toji stared at himâand the both of them grew quiet before laughing with each other.
idiots.
your maw opens just a bit wider, and heâs shoving himself in and out of your tight throatâthe noises that follow are so lewd, he finds you so pretty like this. mascara all smeared and runny, your hand continues to wrap around his lengthâhis sagged base, so full. you start to salivate again, imagining what his taste was like. you craved it like you crave sweets, sukunaâs tongue running against your clit only made things far more intense before you start to convulse.
âf-fuckkk, âm gonna cum,â toji rasps, tilting your head back a bit more. you stare at him, tongue still grazing against the pulsing slit before after a few more pumpsâhe shoots a nice velvety load into your mouth. he grunts lowly, nostrils flaring up, jaw tightening and all. â. . damn,â he swallows, allowing himself to slow down. you end up finishing around the same time, costing sukunaâs mouth with a honeyed amount of your slick and he hums. you whimper, legs barely able to hold themselves up before you feel tojiâs dick pour the remnants of his cum flat on your tongue. ânah, donât fuckinâ swallow yet. stick it out, lemme see that shit.â
your legs felt like they were about to fall off, sukunaâs kissing near your now swollen entrance and you slowly loll out your tongue. obeying, you didnât exactly swallow yet and he hums. âbest savor that shit,â he groans, giving his veiny cock a few subtle strokes before he smacks his angry tip against your tongue. âand whereâs my thank you for the meal, baby?â
âtâthwak yâyou toji,â you speak, barely coherent with his seed splattered all on your tongue. you didnât wanna spill any, and if you didâyou didnât wanna stick around to find out his reaction.
âyeah,â he huffs. âyou can swallow now. get every drop in.â
sukuna moves towards you, youâre still laid on the ringâs mat before he softly wraps a hand around your throat. âhey. donât let this bastard have all the fun, i want a taste too,â and you're taken by surprise once he pulls you into a deep steamy kiss. you moan, feeling him quite literally take your breath away. your tongue drags against sukunaâs chin, the bitterness. a concoction mixture of your saliva and his mixes, and you whine once he snakes a hand up your blazer. you taste yourself on his tongue and itâs so dirty, hot breaths mash against each other, teeth gnashing, and only then do you feel his cunning smirk.
âno one told you to hog her,â toji grumbles, pulling you back towards him. you briefly gasp for air and they both stare at each other, then you. âtell me, baby. whoâd you think win in a fight? me or this . . . thing.â
sukuna glares.
âi donât ⊠know,â you pant out, heaving from your current orgasmâso cute, yet you only wanted more. from kissing sukuna to having your throat entirely filled, you didnât know which was better. âcan we finish?â
âaw, is someone impatient?â sukuna titters, and you stare at his glistening bodyâbeads of sweat race down his precious v-line, the ideal body for a boxer. you just couldnât stop staring at his pecs, so chiseled. you even thought his pictures were edited, but seeing them up close . . you wanted him, you wanted both of them. âhm. how âbout this? we teach you a few ah, moves. full nelson to start, âs pretty easy.â
easy, sure.
with it all being easy, youâd least expect to be put into a full nelson position. a mere popular wrestling position, although youâd be performing it with no one other than sukuna.
heâd have you slump back against him, hooking both arms underneath your thighs as youâre taking such mean thrusts from him. time and time again, youâre spasming out. mouth all open, saliva running down the very corners of your lips before you moan. âsâsukuna, oh my godddd,â and you glance up at toji whoâs got a cute pout, stroking himself. you lost count of the time, itâs probably been about a good thirty-three minutes by now, thirty plus minutes of various teeth shattering orgasms. your head hits back against him and each time his tip smacks against your cervix, you short circuit. âfuck, fuck, right there, hit it thereee.â
âyou coachinâ me how to fuck, dumb girl?â he chortles with a groan shortly followingâhe was so deep, the heftiness of his base taps against you each time you bounce back against his cock. he sucks his teeth, the way you easily took him had him groaning all up against your ear. âgotta get a little more stretchy, we gotta . . hah, work on your flexibility too, huh.â
âsukuna hurry the fuck up. watching you fuck my girl âs boring as shit,â toji grouses, pumping his cock into his fist every few secondsâyou stare and heâs so needy, you could tell. his scowl he had earlier forms into a cute pout, dark eyebrows furrowing together and heâs growing impatient.
you caught that though. âmyâ girl.
who would have thought toji . . the womanizing boxer whoâs never had time for any woman throughout his career would start batting for you?
âyour girl?â sukuna snickers, resuming to hold your legs up a bit further. he reaches so deep, that your stomach starts to seize and your maw drops. hooded eyes, your lashes flutter and you felt continuous strained breaths get yanked from your lungs. âyour girl yet sheâs gettinâ fucked by me? the better boxer?â
toji snarls, and he kneels to kiss you. you moan, barely able to return the gesture since you were in the midst of taking sukuna. with being gifted with such sharp thrusts, you dig your nails into his thighs before running tangling your tongue alongside tojiâs. his breath was warm, you whine once you feel one of his hands stroke your cheek.
âaha, look at him. already whipped before me,â sukuna snickers, feeling you sink and gape around himâhe stretched you out so good already, it was so relentless. each time you bounce back against his lap, the ringing in your ears grows louder and louder. he feels his dick twitch inside you. seeing you make out with toji irks him a bit before he spanks your assâthe recoil making him even more aroused than before. sukuna hums, seeing the current pout on tojiâs face before nodding, âaw. toji wants a turn too, yeah? donât ya . . big guy?â and he intakes a breath, your pussy constricting around his length as sukuna pulls you further to slam back and forth against him. youâre moving against him now as his dick jackhammers right into your gummy was. your mouth idly dangles with your tongue stil shamelessly lolled out. a raw moan rips from the back of your throat at the pure feeling of utter bliss.
so thick, so girthyâyou gasp once you feel his fingers tend towards your neglected tits. toji shortly follows, a hand going between your thighs. your cunt was all stuffed of sukuna, feeding your swollen pussy was so many inches. âhngh, f-fuck, fuckkk,â youâd whine between wet, saturated kisses. toji purposely feels against your folds, all stuffed and sopping wet. he rubs a thumb against your slick entrance as your legs were just about to give out. âtoji, m-more. need you to touch me more.â
âyou donât need shit, little girl,â he corrects you, squeezing your lips together before presses a kiss against it. you moan, your ass stinging every few seconds from the stings of sukunaâs palm making direct contact against your ass cheek. spank after spank, oh how he adores the jiggle. he could watch it all day, even in slow motion if he could. âsuch a cute thing though, had the nerve to say you thought our training room was the fuckinâ ladies' room.â
you cringe once he repeats that. the same ringing going through your ears once more. your ears perk, hearing sukunaâs raspy grunts against the shells of your lobes before you start to stammer, âtoji, touch me.â
âiâll touch this messy body when i wanna,â he gruffs, leaning to nip kisses near your neck. sukunaâs still holding you upâyouâre like a rag doll, eyes goggling from the stretch before you start to feel it. not your orgasm, but something entirely different. it was a new type of pressure, sweet whiny moans emit out of you before you feel sukunaâs rude tip thrash against your g-spot again, and again, and again..
tojiâs thumb softly strokes underneath your neck as he pulls you into a short kiss. you whimper, pulling away before spreading your legs a bit further.
âiâ somethingâs coming, i f-feel tingly.â
sukuna roughly laughs against your ear, seemingly getting what you were implying. âyeah, gonna make another mess on us, princess? oh. i mean on me, heh?â
you shudder, your pussy feeling entirely stuffed and your eyes merely roll way back. he fit nice and snug, you bare around him before a whine drags out your throat. so deep, so so deep, youâre spasmingâeach relentless piston of his hips makes you whine louder. a feeling that was purely euphoric welts right against you, and youâre laid all back against sukunaâs bare chest, riding him in reverse. âc-choke me, âkuna, choke me, please.â
âwant me to put you in a headlock, yeah,â he whispers to you in a rough low voice. you moan, feeling him lick against your earlobe before toji strokes your cheek. you could tell he wanted a turn too, the pout on his lips stretching even further. youâre nodding against him before your cunt gapes more. âsure. iâll let you in on what my opponents feel, pretty girl.â
you moan, his voice was so low up against your ear, youâre about to cum. or were you, you swallow thickly despite having a sudden dry throatâ voice all raspy and strained from moaning for such a duration that your headâs woozy. it feels too good, your thighs ache and quaver before you feel a beefy arm wrap around your neck. âupsie daisy, thereee we go,â and he scoots you on his lap just a bit farther. heâs buried to the hilt. you moan, toji pulling you into the nth kiss of the night, lips moving in pure tandem. just when youâre about to finish, you feel him rub against your stuffed cunt once more. yet thatâs only when you decide to move your hands towards the boxers . . . nipples.
ât-the fuck,â he grunts in a hoarse tone, his voice was suddenly a bit shaky. it was cuteâyou couldnât lie to yourself, you found yourself staring at tojiâs chest way more often than you should. practically always shirtless, his pecs were huge. such pink swollen nipples, you slide a thumb against it and he shivers from your touch. âfuckinâ weirdo. âm sensitive there, s-shit.â
he doesnât tell you to stopâinstead, he grips your hair not so tightly but firmly. you look up at him, speaking in a tiny yet sheepish tone. âcanâ can i?â
âcan ya what?â he grits, watching as sukuna continues to feed your cunt of his cock â you were just about to burst, you felt it and your toes clench and curl all up. so cute.
with a thumb still sliding against his pecs tenderly, you murmur. dilated pupils flicker towards his chest, then back up at him. â. . can,â you huff out in short breaths, tummy seizing, breathing hot and heavy. âcan i suck on them?â
âno you canât fuckinâ suck on them. what kinda question is thaââ
âtoji, donât be fuckinâ mean. you claim sheâs your girl so let her suck your tits, big guy.â sukuna chimes in, releasing his soft grip against your neck. you gasp, leaning way back against him now. he was so warm pent up against youâyou whimper out, sukuna leans against your ear and he starts to talk you through your incoming orgasm. âright? wanna make toji a little whiny bitch?â
âshut the fuck up,â he rasps, and his pecs literally stare at youâso beefy, you could have sworn they twitched. he groans, watching you give him such eyes before he inches closer towards you, bending down. ââŠâŠ.fine. whatever.â
still grinding against sukunaâs lap, you hold tojiâs pecs before latching your tongue against it. his face scrunches up and itâs so cute, for whatever reason, the way your tongue curls against his perky nipples feels ⊠good. awkwardly, he pulls your head closer towards his chest, eyeing closely as you briefly start to suck. as usual, you were so sloppy tooâmoaning up against his sensitive skin, rolling your tongue all against his nipple.
ânasty little gâgirl,â he chokes out.
you glance up at him, parting your lips away before he makes you go back to tending to his tense nipples. âi didnât tell you to stop. use yâer fuckinâ tongue some more. and stare at me while you do that . . . weird shit.â
tojiâs voice significantly pitches and youâre so into it that you donât even realize that before you know it, you end up squirting. everything comes at once, youâre pulsing with sukunaâs cock still twitching vigorously inside you and you whimper, mouth still sucking onto tojiâs tits nipples. low laughter could be heard from behind you, and itâs all so much. your pussy was equivalent to a waterpark, gushing out all into sukunaâs lap. âfuckkk, princess,â he chortles, slowing down your hips and he ends up finishing a few seconds after you.
when he came inside, it came out quite a lot too. a hefty amount, it came out in ropes to where he paints the entirety of your womb. so warm from the inside, your tummy briefly caves in and your legs felt like mush.
âheh, did you just squirt?â sukuna points out, cock still twitching inside but he just lies still. youâre stretched out literally on the mat, seeing pure starsâ the lights of the arena merely blinding you before you lie back against him. âa squirter and youâre tapping out already? aw boo. ân here i thought you could handle a few more rounds in the ring, princess.â
âiâ i can,â you protest, parting your lips away from tojiâs sheeny pecs. your lips were spit-glossed, he stared at you before squatting down to stare at the mess right between your legs. so messy, sukuna lifts you off of him and it just pours right down between your thighs. âi can go for more.â
toji hums, taking a quick three-second glance at his watch. âfive fuckinâ minutes, âs all youâll get with . . me,â and itâs cute because a mere pink forms on his face.
heâs still embarrassed from you sucking on his nipples that he tries to act all toughâbut that only makes his tone quaver even more. âmatchâs gonna start soon. sukuna, letâs take her both.â
he snickers, pulling your shirt that was tucked underneath your blazer all the way up.
âboth?â and sukuna lifts you to sit on top of toji, straddling him. you were being preparing to be overly stuffed with not one but two cocks. you fall face forward into tojiâs broad chest, the coldness of his chain that wraps around his neck brushes against your skin before he helps you align yourself.
you moan, feeling sukuna get behind tooâyou gulp, tojiâs fondling your breasts that almost poke out through your unbuttoned shirt whilst sukuna was behind. youâd be taking them bothâ one in each hole. âcan you handle us both at the same time, pretty girl? tojiâs known for his record of lasting a good ah . . . two solid rounds.â
toji glares, feeling himself start to open you up again. with his plump crownhead of his cock, he splits you open, and he is a tad thicker than sukunaâyou moan, wrapping flimsy arms around him before sukuna enters from behind with toji focusing on the front. âshut up. you say that ân act like i wonât k.o. you right now.â
âoh yeah?â sukuna cavils, and you gasp, landing on the cold canvas with an 'oof' once the boxer lightly places you down. you poutâglancing up at the two of them who were having a face off at a time like this. sukuna already pulled out and they stared each other down before toji slyly smiles. âis that a fact?â and for a brief moment, he leers down at tojiâs sheeny lipsâ the dark-haired boxer slides his tongue against his scar before humming.
âdonât play, you know it is,â he replies, giving you one ogle before turning back towards his rival. âyâknow, âkuna. you sure talk a lot of shit but you couldnât even pin me down if you tried.â
sukuna rasps lowly, inching closer before they were inches apartâyou thought they were gonna kiss at this rate. oh, something like this would be such a good inspiration for the headlines.
âif you wanted my attention, should have said so,â sukuna sneers, rubbing his hand that was carefully wrapped up in a white bandage against his slim torso. âbesides, i think we all know who can last more rounds.â
âdid you two just forget about meâ?â you furrow your eyebrows, literally still soaked and laid against the corner of the ring. they shoot you a glance before turning back towards each other.
toji scoffs back at sukuna, ignoring you. âprove it then. pin me the fuck down, hot shot.â
âbend the fuck over then, big guy. weâll show the pretty journalist whoâs gonna win this nightâs match. round fuckinâ one.â
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Green Lantern hovered in the doorway of the med bay. Heâd been summoned, but he had no idea what for.
âYou know, spooky, some of us have lives to get back to. Not everyone can exist off of just work and blood or whatever,â Hal poked fun at Batman, who rubbed at his jaw tiredly. Hal blinked, stamping down the guilt that arose at Batsyâs uncharacteristic show of any emotion other than stone cold rationality or exasperation or anger. At least theyâve moved past grunts. That just lends credence to Halâs theory of Batman being an immortal, like Vandal Savage. Batman could totally pass for a caveman, heâs got the grunts down, for sure.
âStill not a vampire. We found the Ghost King. The one the GIW was trying to hide in their records.â
âWell, shit.â Halâs expression flattened, remembering the unsanctioned government branch that violated the Meta Rights act to a degree where even Amanda Waller had washed her hands of them. Bats had found evidence that they were experimenting on a child when a âsourceâ had hacked into the base and begged them to find the child. Phantom, the hacker had claimed, who had managed to destroy the portal to the Infinite Realms
Batman had tried to boot the guy out of the system, until the hacker told them Phantom was the King of the Infinite Realms.
That got Constantine terrified, which urged Batman into a full hunting mode to track down the king. Mostly in part because Constantine said something along the lines of, âIf the King dies, the Infinite Realms will wage war and decimate us. And considering theyâre the realm of the dead, weâd lose so badly, even the demons wonât help us out for our bloody souls.â
Granted, he didnât have that terrible British accent Hal attached to his voice every time the Green Lantern thought about the sad trench coat wizard, but the point still stood.
âHeâs not fully conscious due to⊠his injuries, but the moments where he was, he reacted best to the color green.â
Hal did not want to know what kind of creepy stalker things Batman did to get that knowledge.
âOh, great. You called me because Iâm green,â he said to Batman as he floated into the med bay. âI can be green. Iâm amazing at being green.â
Even with the sarcastic tone, Hal made sure to up his lantern aura, glowing a bright neon green. It wouldnât do to help start a war if he wasnât green enough.
Hal looked at the Ghost King, and yeah, he could see why Bats was so off his stoic face game today. Because the Ghost King looked like a teenager, and Bats is a bleeding heart and everyone knows it.
Hal waved away Batman, âGo back to Gotham and drink your true blood or whatever. You look like youâve seen the sun too much.â
Translation: go home, you look tired.
Batman nodded, in thanks, and left to sleep (probably. Hal has never caught the man doing something so⊠plebeian). Hal is left playing babysitter. To an inter dimensional being that could- probably more like âwould,â considering the live dissection he went through at the hands of humans- destroy their entire planet and/or universe. Another Tuesday for the Justice League.
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Worlds Apart
Max Verstappen x Sargeant!Reader
Summary: everyone seems to have something to say about your relationship with Max, but at the end of the day all that matters is the two of you
Warnings: Jos Verstappen
Based on a request by @butterflyexe
The sorority house is pulsing with noise â music, laughter, the clink of plastic cups. You weave through the crowd, feeling very much out of place amongst the scantily clad co-eds. Your sundress and sandals seem prudish in comparison.
âY/N! There you are!â Chelsea, your big sister in Kappa Alpha Theta, comes barreling over with a few of her friends in tow. âWe were just talking about you.â
You eye them warily. âOh yeah?â
âYeah, like how youâre totally wasting your college experience pining over some old race car driver instead of playing the field.â Chelseaâs friend, Brittany, smirks as she takes a sip of her drink.
You bristle at that. âMax is not old! Heâs only 26.â
âExactly,â Chelsea says, putting an arm around your shoulders. âYouâre a sophomore dating a whole ass man whoâs nearly 30. Itâs weird.â
âNo itâs not!â You protest, shrugging off her arm. âWeâve been together over a year. I really like him.â
âLike him?â Brittany scoffs. âWake up, Y/N. Heâs an international celebrity dating a little college student. Youâre just his side piece.â
The words hit like a slap to the face. âThatâs not true!â
âThen why does he never post about you on social media?â Chelsea counters. âI follow him and youâre never on his accounts.â
âWe just value our privacy,â you mumble, but her words have sown seeds of doubt.
Chelsea gives you a pitying look. âHoney, Iâm just trying to watch out for you. There are so many great guys here on campus that would treat you right.â
Your eyes narrow at the dig. âYou mean like those meathead frat bros that never shut up about their high school glory days? No thanks.â
The girls all gasp in mock offense. Brittany steps closer, using her height advantage to loom over you. âYouâve got a lot of nerve, talking about our men like that.â
âYeah?â You stand your ground, hands on your hips. âWell maybe if they acted like men instead of immature little boys, I wouldnât have to.â
A hush falls over the nearby crowd, all eyes on your confrontation. Brittany looks murderous until one of her sidekicks tugs her sleeve, murmuring âLetâs go, itâs not worth it.â She sneers at you one last time before stalking off, leaving you and Chelsea alone.
Your big sister sighs, rubbing her temples. âWhy are you so hell-bent on making this hard on yourself, Y/N? Max is a world away, both physically and in terms of life experience. You could have any guy at this school eating out of the palm of your hand. Why not take advantage of that?â
Her words are salt in the wound. You blink back tears, fighting to keep your voice steady. âBecause I love Max. He makes me incredibly happy. And yeah, the distance is hard and heâs older and more established in his career. But heâs kind and smart and we just ⊠connect, you know? Iâve never felt this way about anyone else.â
Chelsea shakes her head pityingly. âIâm just trying to watch out for you. Iâd hate to see you get your heart broken over some long-distance fling.â
âItâs not a fling!â Youâre sick of trying to convince everyone. Pushing past her, you storm out of the suffocating house and into the cool night air. Gulping it down, you sink down onto the steps, chest heaving with anger and hurt and frustration.
Alone at last, you let the tears come. You know the doubts eating at you are unfair â Max has been nothing but devoted and caring throughout your relationship, even with his insanely busy schedule. But the fears voiced by Chelsea and her crew have burrowed under your skin. Maybe you are just a naive little plaything for him. Maybe heâll eventually get bored and move on to someone more sophisticated and on his level.
Your phone buzzes in your pocket â a FaceTime call from the man in question himself. You fumble to answer it, swiping hastily at your damp cheeks. âH-Hey you.â
âThereâs my gorgeous girl!â His bright smile fills the screen, momentarily banishing your worries. âI only have a few minutes before FP1, but I couldnât wait to see that pretty face.â
You canât help but return his warm grin, though it doesnât quite meet your eyes. âI miss you so much, Max.â
His brow furrows at your tone. âWhatâs wrong, liefje? You sound upset.â
You want to brush it off, but maybe this is your chance to finally get those nagging fears off your chest. âItâs just ⊠things have been rough lately with the girls. They keep saying Iâm wasting my time with you, that youâre going to leave me for someone else, that Iâm just a naive little girl youâre using for fun.â
Heâs silent for a long moment, then curses under his breath. âIâm so sorry, Y/N. That must be really hard to deal with, on top of the distance.â
âIt is,â you admit, blinking back fresh tears. âAnd as much as I try to ignore them and have faith in us, their words have started to get to me. I mean ⊠why donât you ever post about me on social media? Do you not want the world to know about me?â
A shadow crosses his features. Clearly heâs heard this criticism before. âMy reasons for keeping my relationships private have nothing to do with you, okay? I keep that part of my life off social media to avoid a media frenzy and protect the people I care about.â His expression softens. âBut you better believe everyone important in my life knows about you â my family, my closest mates. Hell, the whole Red Bull garage is sick of hearing me go on and on about how amazing my girl is.â
You canât help but laugh through your tears, some of the weight lifting off your chest. âReally?â
âOf course!â He chuckles. âIâve never felt this way about anyone before, Y/N. No matter how far apart we are or what anyone else says, youâre the only one I want.â
Your cheeks flush at his heart-melting words. In that moment, you donât care about your snotty sorority sisters or the distance or anything else â just being completely in love with this amazing man. âI wish you were here,â you murmur, drinking in every detail of his face. âI miss holding you so damn much.â
Maxâs eyes crinkle at the corners. âMaybe you can show me how much later tonight, when weâre all alone to video call properly?â
You giggle and smack your hand over the camera, feeling suddenly shy. âMax Verstappen, you incorrigible flirt!â
âYou love it.â His voice takes on a deeper, huskier tone that sends tingles down your spine. âAnd youâre going to love what I have planned for your next visit even more ...â
You spend the next few giddy minutes shamelessly flirting back and forth, soaking up precious moments of intimacy through the phone line to sustain you until you can be together again. When his race engineer appears in the background, beckoning him to the track, youâre both full of regretful sighs.
âDuty calls,â Max says wistfully. âBut Iâll call you later, okay? We can pick up where we left off ...â He waggles his eyebrows mischievously.
You canât stop your face-splitting grin. âIâll be counting the minutes.â
âBye schatje. Love you to the moon and back.â
âLove you too!â You clutch the phone to your chest after he disconnects, completely lovestruck. All your insecurities have melted away under the heat of Maxâs devoted words and that heart-stopping smile.
Itâs going to be okay.
He chose you â Y/N Sargeant, sophomore student, for all your flaws and relative immaturity. And youâve never felt luckier.
Spirits lifted, you bound back into the house and upstairs to your bedroom. Youâll ignore Chelsea and her nasty friends for the rest of the night, instead losing yourself in daydreams of the next time youâll be wrapped in Maxâs strong arms.
Your relationship may be a long-distance whirlwind, but youâre all in and youâve never been happier. Let the other sorority girls whisper â youâve snagged yourself a keeper.
***
Max drains the last of his water bottle as he exits the Red Bull garage, sweat still beading on his brow from the qualifying session. He stretches his arms over his head with a satisfied groan â even after all these years in Formula 1, thereâs no better feeling than pushing a car to its limits on the track.
âMax! A word, if you please.â
He cringes at the familiar bark, turning to find his father bearing down on him like a storm cloud. So much for basking in the post-qualifying glow. âYeah, whatâs up?â
Josâ mouth presses into a grim line, eyes smoldering behind the lenses of his sunglasses. âWell, for one, I saw that interview of yours from yesterday making the rounds online.â
Max fights the urge to roll his eyes. Of course his old man would find something to criticize. âAnd? I thought it was pretty standard, nothing controversial.â
âOh, Iâm sure you didnât mean it to be controversial.â Jos sneers the word like a curse. âBut dodging questions about your girlfriend and claiming you prefer to keep your private life private? Itâs only going to stoke more media speculation and rumors.â
âIs that so bad?â Max counters. âI like to keep things out of the spotlight as much as I can. You know how ravenous the press is.â
âDonât play dumb with me, son.â Jos steps closer, his voice lowering to a dangerous hiss. âI know exactly who this girl of yours is.â
Max feels his hackles rising at his dadâs dismissive tone when speaking about you. He opens his mouth to retort, but Jos barrels on.
âFirst it was that damn Kelly Piquet and her baggage, and now youâve upgraded to jailbait? What is it with you and dating either old hags or naive teenagers, Max?â
âThatâs enough!â Max snarls, feeling his face flush with anger. âHow dare you talk about them like that, especially Y/N. Sheâs an incredible woman, and our age gap means nothing.â
Jos scoffs loudly. âCome off it, boy! Sheâs just a child, a nobody playing at being a WAG. You were born for greatness, bred to be a champion. Why on earth would you hitch your wagon to some college bimbo barely out of nappies?â
Itâs like a red mist descends over Maxâs vision at his fatherâs vile words about you. Before he can stop himself, his fist lashes out and connects squarely with Josâ jawbone, sending the older man stumbling back.
âDonât you ever speak about her that way again,â Max seethes, cradling his throbbing hand. âY/N is ten times the person youâll ever be. Smart, mature, driven as hell âsheâs going to accomplish incredible things someday, whether you respect her or not.â
Jos regains his footing, clutching the blooming bruise on his cheek and glaring daggers at his son. âHow dare you strike me, you ungrateful little shit! I gave you everything â the training, the opportunities, the sacrifices to get you to this level. And this is how you repay me?â
Max refuses to be baited, meeting his fatherâs glare with stony resolution. âMaybe if you didnât insist on being such a hateful, miserable bastard all the time, I wouldnât have to. All I want is for you to be civil and show some respect. Is that too much to ask?â
He huffs out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head. âBut thatâs not your way, is it? Youâd rather condemn me for daring to find happiness with someone, just because sheâs younger or doesnât fit into your narrow ideas of what my life should look like. Well, Iâve got a newsflash for you. Itâs my fucking life and Iâll live it however I damn well please.â
Jos opens his mouth, undoubtedly to fire off more vitriol, but Max cuts him off with a raised hand. Heâs said his piece, expending the last of his energy and patience dealing with his fatherâs bullheadedness â at least for today. Right now, all he wants is to retreat somewhere quiet and let his thoughts drift across the ocean to you.
âSave it. Iâm done arguing.â He turns on his heel and stalks away, Jos shouting insults at his retreating back.
Donât react, donât react. His jaw clenches almost painfully as he navigates the familiar path back to his driverâs room, typing out a quick message.
You free to chat soon, gorgeous? Need to hear your voice.
The reply comes almost instantly. For you, always. Give me 20 mins? â€ïž
He canât stop the surge of warmth at your words, the tension slowly draining from his shoulders. Thatâs his girl â always knowing exactly what he needs, even from thousands of miles away. And isnât that what matters most of all?
After showering and changing into casual sweats and a t-shirt, Max sinks onto the small couch placed against the wall, pillows arranged just so to prop up his aching back and shoulders. He picks up his phone and dials your number, heart rate kicking up a notch in eager anticipation.
After what feels like an eternity but is surely only a few rings, your face fills the screen. You must have just gotten back from class â your hair is tousled and loose, your makeup-free skin flushed and glowing in the South Florida sun.
âWell hey there, handsome.â Your teasing smirk dissipates as you get a better look at him. âMax? Are you okay? You look exhausted.â
âI am now,â he manages, relief already washing over him at the simple sight of you. He drinks in every last detail like a man parched. âJust had a bit of a run-in with my dad and needed an escape.â
Concern flashes in your warm eyes. âOh no, what happened?â
So he tells you â the interview rumors, his dad ambushing him and lobbing insults, the explosive fight that caused him to lose his cool and strike the first blow. You listen with sympathy, every encouraging nod and murmured reassurance calming his frazzled nerves until the story is spent, leaving him strangely at peace.
âThank you for sharing all that with me, babe,â you say once heâs finished. Your voice is gentle but firm. âIâm sorry Jos was so out of line, but you were totally right to stand up to him. Nobody gets to dismiss our relationship or talk about you like that.â
Max blows out a long breath, raking a hand through his shower-damp hair. âI know, I just ⊠I hate letting him get under my skin like that, you know? No matter how much I try to rise above it, he always finds a way to trigger something deep down. Itâs exhausting constantly needing to defend myself and the people I care about.â
âBut thatâs not your burden to bear alone, Max.â You shake your head adamantly, jaw set in that stubborn way he loves. âLet me help shoulder that weight, even if I canât actually be there physically yet. Iâm on your team, remember? Weâre partners. Iâve got your back.â
Your words loosen a knot of tension he didnât realize he was carrying. Of course you get it, you always do. He knows in that moment how lucky he is to have found his teammate, his shelter in the storm that rages on no matter how successful he becomes.
âHave I told you lately how amazing you are?â His voice comes out low, thick with emotion. âHow did I ever get so lucky?â
Your radiant smile could power entire cities. âBy being you, silly. And for the record, your dad is way off base. Thereâs nothing wrong with you wanting a mature, driven, accomplished partner â even if she happens to be younger.â
âAge shaming goes both ways, apparently.â
âApparently,â you agree wryly. âI had my own fun today ...â
As you launch into explaining the shenanigans that occurred during your morning lecture, Max feels himself relaxing further and further into the couch, a dopey grin spreading across his face. On and on the two of you go, playfully trading stories until his father and the endless pressures of his career have fully melted away, replaced by this perfect bubble the two of you inhabit.
When you hit a lull, stifling a yawn behind your hand, Max reluctantly decides to let you go for the night. âDo you have some time before your next class? You should get some rest.â
âAw, Iâm fine!â You protest through another jaw-cracking yawn. âIâm not done talking to my favorite driver yet.â
Max chuckles fondly. This stubborn streak of yours will be the death of him someday. âWe both know thatâs a lie. I can practically hear your bed calling your name for a nap from here.â
âHmph, fine.â You stick out your full bottom lip in an exaggerated pout that makes his heart skip. âI guess if you insist on being all reasonable and stuff.â
âThatâs me, a real fun-sucker.â He matches your playful tone, though his eyes are serious. âBut before you go ⊠can you just say it? For me?â
You immediately soften, gazing at him through the camera with so much tenderness, it almost winds him. âI love you, Max. More than anything.â
He exhales heavily, as if your words have physically lifted a weight from his shoulders. âI love you too, Y/N. And your love, your belief in me ⊠itâs everything. Never doubt that, okay?â
âI wonât if you donât,â you promise with a wink. âGood luck, babe. Iâll be dreaming of you.â
âSweet dreams, liefje.â
Even after disconnecting the call, Max sits there for several long moments, staring at the now-dark screen with a besotted grin. His chest is pleasantly warm, full to bursting with the soul-deep reassurance that only you can provide.
Screw whatever toxic nonsense his dad tries to peddle about your age gap or his career. Youâre the beating heart that sustains him, the sun around which his entire universe orbits. No disapproving authority figure or rumor mill gossip could ever change that fundamental truth.
So let his father rage and splutter all he wants about how âinappropriateâ your relationship is. Max has tasted the extraordinary, found his home and partner in the most vibrant woman heâs ever met. All those lonely, empty years without that missing piece suddenly feel like a hazy, long-forgotten dream.
As Max sips his energy drink and prepares for another demanding few hours at the track, he canât keep the dopey smile off his face. Youâre worth enduring a thousand more shouting matches with his dad, worth traversing any distance just to hear your laugh again.
Max is the luckiest bastard alive to have earned your heart, and heâll never take that gift for granted.
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You shoulder your backpack and push through the double doors of the lecture hall, finally free from classes for the summer. The late afternoon sun bakes the quad in a warm glow as you pause for a moment, breathing in the sweet semi-tropical air.
For two years, this campus has been your entire world. Endless cycles of classes, parties, study sessions, and chaos with your sisters from Kappa Alpha Theta. But now, as you glance around at the laughing students basking in the first days of freedom, you feel a strange sense of restlessness settle over you.
Like thereâs some place â somewhere â else youâre meant to be.
Shaking it off, you start heading for the student parking lot to meet up with Chelsea. You only make it a few steps before unusually loud cheers and shouts draw your attention to a small crowd forming near the front entrance.
Rows of parked cars block your view, but the distinctive growl of a high-performance engine cuts through the commotion. Your pulse instantly kicks up a notch as your mind puts it together.
Thatâs no ordinary car.
Thatâs a multimillion dollar, 800 horsepower British rocket. Sleek, powerful, luxuriously elegant.
Just like-
âNo way ...â you breathe out, books slipping from your slackened grip as the glossy green bodywork of an Aston Martin DBS Superleggera slides into view. Because draped over the driverâs side door in that achingly familiar display of casual arrogance ...
âMax!â You shout his name in disbelieving joy even as your feet are carrying you toward him at a full sprint.
His head snaps up at the sound and your heart nearly stops at the way his whole face ignites with radiant delight. That brilliant smile youâve ached to see in person for so long now stretching those full lips in the most heart-stoppingly beautiful way.
He pushes off from the car, hands outstretched, and in the space of a single frantic heartbeat youâve flung yourself into his arms with a breathless laugh.
âWhat are you doing here?â You demand giddily as Maxâs strong arms engulf you, swinging your frame around in a tight circle. Youâre vaguely aware of the other students going nuts, people shouting and whistles piercing the air, but you only have eyes and ears for this incredible man holding you tightly.
Max just chuckles warmly, murmuring your name with raw affection before crashing his lips to yours in a scorching kiss that leaves you dizzy. You melt into the fierce embrace, parting your lips eagerly to taste the slight sweetness of Red Bull and dark chocolate that is so distinctly Max.
âSurprise, schatje,â he rumbles against your smiling mouth between heated, openmouthed kisses. âThought I would swing by and pick up my favorite student myself.â
âOh my god!â You laugh delightedly, cupping his chiseled jaw to drink in every perfectly imperfect inch of his beloved face. The strong jawline, the dimpled chin, those piercing blue eyes crinkling at the corners as he beams at you.
âWhen did you ⊠how did you âŠâ Youâre at a loss for words, overcome with giddy euphoria at having Max here, warm and solid and real in your arms again after so many endless months.
A fresh wave of cheers and hollers suddenly cuts through your joyful bubble as half the crowd seems to recognize the celebrity in their midst. Dozens of camera phones whip out to capture the unexpectedly intimate reunion between you and Max.
âWho is that guy?â
âNo way, thatâs Max freaking Verstappen!â
âY/N, how do you know Max Verstappen?â
The shouts and questions reach a fever pitch, finally breaking through your amorous fugue. Blushing furiously, you pull back just enough to murmur against Maxâs chest.
âWell, much as Iâd love to keep making out with my insanely hot boyfriend in the middle of campus, maybe we should take this somewhere a bit more private?â
Max gives a deep, rich laugh at that, the sound vibrating pleasantly against you.
âYou are a wise woman, liefje,â he praises in that deliciously accented baritone. He presses one last, searing kiss to your smiling lips before reluctantly disentangling himself. âThough I would have thought you might like to give all your classmates one more delightful bit of inspiration to remember you by before you depart for the summer?â
He leers at you playfully as a chorus of whoops and whistles greets his flirtatious suggestion. You canât help but bark out a laugh, shoving his chest lightly in mock admonishment even as heat rushes to your cheeks.
âYouâre impossible!â
âNo, just hopelessly in love with you,â he counters easily, reaching out to tuck an errant strand of hair behind your ear. The tenderness in his voice and touch instantly gentles your teasing mood into something infinitely fonder.
This remarkable man, so genuine and caring beneath the roguish exterior cultivated for the cameras. Youâre struck by a sudden lance of melancholy at the thought of how little the world really knows of the real Max Verstappen.
But then his eyes crinkle in that way that speaks of unabashed adoration just for you and the feeling passes. Because you know him better than anyone. And he sees you just the same. Two souls intertwined by a rare, precious understanding.
Maxâs hand slides around to cup the back of your neck, his thumb brushing lightly over your thundering pulse point. The tender motion instantly sets your nerves alight with renewed longing.
âSo,â his voice drops to an impossibly deep bedroom octave meant only for your ears. âShall we give the good people at the University of Miami one last show before I whisk you away for a few months of long overdue privacy?â
Thereâs the barest hint of a filthy promise underlying the words. You swallow thickly, unconsciously pressing closer as Maxâs velvet tones wash over you like a physical caress.
âAnd just where will you be taking me?â You manage to tease back, forcing a bravado your hammering heart doesnât feel.
âWell ...â He leans in until his lips brush the delicate shell of your ear. You shiver helplessly at the heated puff of air ghosting your sensitive skin.
âFirst,â he begins in a heated murmur, âweâre going to swing by your sorority house to gather your belongings.â
âOkay ...â You nod faintly, hyper-aware of Maxâs intoxicating proximity.
âThen Iâll be driving us straight to your parentsâ place in Fort Lauderdale,â he continues lowly. âPer the strict instructions of one Logan Sargeant, of course.â
You canât help the surprised laugh that bursts forth. Trust your brother to strong-arm his way into Maxâs surprise plans.
âHe didnât give you too hard a time, did he?â You ask through your giggles. âI can only imagine the threats he must have ...â
You trail off at the feeling of Maxâs talented mouth blazing a trail of kisses along the slender column of your throat. Every exploratory brush of his lips and insistent swipe of tongue steals the breath from your lungs.
âMax ...â You whine out his name without conscious thought, going pliant against the solid wall of his body.
âShhh,â he rumbles against your overwrought senses. âLet me finish first.â
Thereâs a maddening pause where the only sounds are the rushing waves of cheers and chaos from the delighted crowd watching your every move, hungered gazes drinking in every scorching caress Max bestows upon you. Under any other circumstances, the thought of being so shamelessly devoured by hundreds of strangersâ eyes would have you recoiling in embarrassment.
But Maxâs presence, his heated touch and low, sinful voice have you spellbound, uncaring of your audience.
âAfter weâve satisfied your familyâs demands to see us with their own eyes,â he purrs. âWeâll be boarding my jet bright and early for someplace much more ... pleasurable.â
Your skin prickles with delicious tension as Max continues in that low, rough whisper.
âWeâll spend a few lazy days lounging on a private beach in Aruba, just the two of us.â His large hand roves provocatively down the curve of your spine to boldly grip your backside, pulling your hips flush against the insistent bulge in his designer jeans. âCatching up on all the things Iâve been dreaming about for months, schatje.â
A tremulous whimper escapes your parted lips at the blatant promise underlying Maxâs words. You flatten your palms against the firm planes of his chest, feeling his powerful heartbeat thundering in time with your own.
âA-And after that?â You somehow manage in a breathy rasp, scarcely daring to hope.
Maxâs only response is a low, thrumming chuckle that you feel vibrate across your heated skin. His chin dips, molten blue eyes searing into yours with naked hunger.
âAfter that?â He husks, stealing the breath from your lungs with a devastating grin. âWell, then Iâll finally get to introduce the world to my favorite girl.â
And neither of you can wait.
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I will say, based on everything I have heard, the 2022-23 tour definitely was a testing/trying/experimenting type of thing, with some general intentions and ideas behind it, and this seems to be the product of that. which I think is frankly really cool! But personally I don't vibe on "all of this was a planned to a t from the start" idea, that takes an appreciation for the band's playfulness and curiosity out of the picture and I think is just not totally true
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learn indifference âËâ§â
indifference = âlack of interest, lack of concernâ
since we already know the 3d is always neutral and has no original meaning, we know that as the operant power we are the ones that assign âcircumstancesâ and ânegativeâ thoughts meaning.
we should continue being indifferent to the 3d meaning we dont care how it looks because it never means anything. being indifferent means no giving the 3d power, energy, no entertaining thoughts that dont serve us, no holding our desires above the pedestal, no accepting and creating stories based on our current 3d and dwelling in them.
remember that we are not our thoughts, we are not our circumstances, we are not our emotions, doubts, states, or anxieties. our past experiences have no power over us until we decide it does.
how to be indifferent:
be internally fulfilled (satisfy your inner self w the desire which is now reality) so that you feel the knowing of already having your desire which means it will be easier to not give a fuck about the 3d
accept the end and only the end: know that the 3d could be changing in your favor for example, a lady was manifesting a better high paying job and she got fired from her current job for whatever reason. because she got fired, someone recommended her to a new job which was higher paying and she got that job (which was what she wanted). imagine if she accepted the 3d when she lost her job instead of only accepting the end goal. this is why nothing in the 3d matters and why the 3d cant be trusted. whatever you see, dont identify with âthis isnt workingâ blah blah blah because you should be practicing indifference like that lady. she didnt gaf about the 3d and continued accepting she was already her desired self
trust the law: the law is always working and failure does not exist. you identify as a desired version of you and fulfill? ok now its done. theres nothing else to do but continue being that person. dont let anything in the 3d crash you down. dont even entertain the option of âfailureâ
know the 3d is a reflection of imagination: it has no mind of its own. the only thing it knows how to do is reflect self/imagination so know that at every moment, you always call the shots. this is all you so why care or validate the 3d when its only a reflection of you?
hold yourself higher on the pedestal: when you put yourself (inner self/imagination) first, you become attached to anything else. finding validation in yourself only instead of the 3d. when you want something, immediately fulfill yourself with in imagination instead of searching for fulfillment in the 3d
stop giving the 3d attention: have you ever heard of âwhatever you focus on growsâ? when you find yourself being aware of the 3d, just shift you attention elsewhere
âAs the end is accepted, you become totally indifferent as to possible failure, for acceptance of the end wills the means to that end. When you emerge from the moment of prayer, it is as though you were shown the happy and successful end of a play although you were not shown how that end was achieved.â - ng
âThe best denial is total indifference. Things wither and die through indifference. They are kept alive through attention. You do not deny a thing by saying it does not exist. Rather you put feeling into it by recognizing it, and what you recognize as true, is true to you, be it good, bad or indifferent.â - nd
before indifference: *allowing negative thoughts to consume you, accepting the 3d ânegative circumstancesâ as true, when you imagine something and look at the 3d you feel easily discouraged and start to be a victim to it, feeling like you have to ignore the 3d because youre scared of it, you feel the need to search for answers in the 3d all day because you see it as more important than it actually is, you are attached to the 3d and your mood changes when a single little thing looks âbadâ*
after indifference: *nothing in the 3d shakes who you are being in imagination because you know who you are internally being is the only truth, you dont care about experiencing things in the 3d that are the opposite of your desire because you know you always call the shots, if you get discouraged you get your ass back up and know yourself to be the operant power, you arent attached to the 3d and searching for its validation*
so when you are indifferent to the 3d, you dont care about it, you arent afraid of it, you know it holds no importance or original meaning therefore you dont let it influence who you are being in imagination. think about when people pass by a homeless person on the street: they might think about it in the moment but most of them would go thro the rest of their day forgetting about it because they just didnt care. think about that one person who always knows they look good and their jealous friend tells them they look bad: that person would not care about outside voices because they know that they look good and they only accept internal validation
your only job is accepting the desire that the inner self experiences, as true while being indifferent to the experiences of the human self
kisses, jani â
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I heard you talking on a recent OSPod about Hades, and as someone who very much can get ADHD-yoinked into games, it got me curious, but I'm...not great at video games and have found Dark Souls-y games where you try over and over and keep failing at the same task kind of frustrating. How's your Hades experience been in those regards? (although I'm not sure your general game skill)
Hades feels like it's really carefully designed to circumvent those frustrations.
I also hate the feeling of lost progress, which had me wary about playing a roguelite defined by constantly trying and mostly failing, but by far the most helpful part of the game design is that Zagreus also hates it, so it feels like the game and I are on the same page about it.
It also helps that most of the actual, tangible progress in the game is bound up in advancing the character arcs, which isn't a totally skill-free experience since it involves finding a couple characters out in the underworld, but a lot of it can be done back in the House of Hades, so every time you lose and die you can run around having conversations with everyone, almost all of which will be new and unique and advance your arc with them. If a character doesn't have a new interaction for you, you usually just can't find them on the floor, so there's very little time-wasting.
Speaking of, there's a lot of advancement that can only be done in the House of Hades, and a lot of it involves resources you can actively choose to seek out on runs. I did a couple runs today where my only goal was getting the last of a specific olympian's Boons so I could fill out their Minor Prophecy achievement and reap the rewards, and everything after that was just a bonus. This means the game is passively encouraging the player to develop secondary objectives beyond just making it to the end of the game again. It also helps that making it to the end of the game basically just gives you a weapon-unlocking resource and another small slice of conversation with [EXTREMELY OLD SPOILERS] so while it feels important, and is necessary for advancing towards the true ending of the game, it's not so overwhelmingly rewarding that you feel absolutely crushed when the final boss takes you out halfway through his second healthbar again.
You also benefit very greatly from not playing the game the same way twice - using new weapons or adding new challenge modes is the only way to re-acquire the unique boss rewards for the three main regions of the underworld, instead of the more generic resources that replace the unique ones after you win them for the first time, which means instead of feeling like you need to optimize a winning build and then use it every time, you're encouraged to play with the other weapons that you might find unwieldy or annoying, and if you manage to beat even the first boss with them, you'll be disproportionately rewarded. Also, on every run a random weapon will be empowered to give you bonus resources if you choose to use it, so even if you're a strictly melee-only main you might find yourself willing to figure out how to use the bow in exchange for the extra gems. The Boons you get also dramatically change the strategy you're likely to naturally fall into over the course of fighting your way out - some builds are extremely melee-based, others just boost your ranged abilities to the point that you can mostly just dash around the battlefield while your Casts chew through everyone's healthbar at top speed. So when you reach the final boss, you're not going to be using the same strategies, and even if you lose, it feels less like you had a skill issue and more like you've learned something to look out for or try out next time around. The final boss's strategies and moves don't change either, so you'll know what to expect every time even as your own moveset might be completely different from run to run.
In my personal experience, I have a pretty good feel for when a game is disappointed in my performance. Nothing says "the designers didn't expect you to get stuck here" like endlessly looping dialogue or not-so-subtle hints that you can knock down the difficulty if you need to. Hades has thus far done this to me very little, and only in specific areas - even if I'm no longer getting unique banter with Theseus every time I kick his ass, I'm still having unique conversations with Asterius in the same region and it doesn't feel like I'm anywhere near done with the dialogue back in the House. Zagreus's dialogue when he enters the same three boss arenas will also randomly go from seemingly-interchangeable lines of "yep it's this boss again" to much more unique angles that legitimately change the game from then on. Yesterday, after killing the bone hydra something like a dozen times, he randomly decided to nickname it Lernie, and now he consistently calls it Lernie and every time I kill it the victory banner says "LERNIE VANQUISHED". Today he got Tisiphone to say his name instead of just "murderer" all the time. The game knows you're going to be fighting these guys a lot, and this tells me I haven't outstayed my welcome in the anticipated main timeline of gameplay.
If I have a frustration, it's that I'm not always sure that what I'm doing is advancing the character plotlines, and you can only talk to a character once on any given visit to the House. The game kind of helps you out here, your little information codex will tell you stuff like "Learn more by having X more conversations with this character" or "learn more by deepening your relationship with this character" but it can still be pretty vague and opaque. There's no dialogue trees, Zagreus basically just says what he wants, so when, for instance, Achilles indicates that I should talk to Nyx about maybe getting Orpheus's deal with Hades undone, it's a little frustrating that I can't then go over to Nyx and ask her about that. Or, in fact, ask her about it at all in any of the dozen runs I've done since that nugget got dropped. It's not a game-breaker, but it is a little frustrating. On the other hand, this is clearly intentional, because this means you're tempted to get back into a run as quickly as possible, because then when you die more conversations will have unlocked back at the house - but also, to deincentivize just running out and dying on purpose to get those dialogues going, there are some characters who will only appear in the House if you get far enough into the run to deal with them, and certain characters whose arcs and dialogue only advance if you find and talk to their missing loved ones out on the run. So you'll always have something new back at the House, but you're strongly encouraged to get as far as you can before you die, because the farther you get, the more you'll have to do when you get back.
The game is basically designed to never, ever make you want to sit still. You can quickly exhaust everything there is to do in the house, and that makes you want to go out on a run and see what new things will happen. Then while you're on the run you have the benefit of randomization keeping things interesting and making you make plans for the next time you encounter a given character. It's got a good rhythm to it!
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I'm a trans woman. You need to stop being weird about men.
The idea that trans women should be allowed in single sex spaces for cis women is completely contradicted by the man vs. bear discourse. Ignore that I keep going back to the meme - maybe it's still doing numbers, I don't know, but it's good shorthand either way. If you think men are inherently suspicious and dangerous, ask yourself: why does that not apply to trans women?
What, exactly, does a trans woman do to make herself different from cis men? How are you not advocating a belief in people being tainted by the way they were raised* which can only logically apply to trans women as much as it does cis men? It boggles the mind how, if that's a true concept, one could simply self-identify out it. Yet, the way transradfems talk, literally the only thing that distinguishes an AMAB better-than-bear from an AMAB worse-than-bear is that the former says they're totally better than a bear and you should take their word for it, which if men are really Like That should be of little comfort or security.
Some, even, will make impassioned defenses of butch trans women, which as a butch trans woman is great. But then they'll go on about how evil men are, and how innocent and victimized trans women are, and I wonder, what, exactly, differs an especially butch trans woman from a man to them? If, like me, a trans butch woman doesn't always wear clearly feminine clothes, has body hair, maybe even a shade of facial hair, and doesn't at all try to train her voice, are you going to be uncomfortable with her right up until she realizes she forgot to put their pin on and you see the she/her? Apparently that flips the switch from someone you desperately don't want to be alone with to someone you're totally fine undressing in front of?
All that sounds like TERFism, which is exactly the problem. The transradfem version of reality is one where TERF talking points are completely logical, because they're both based in the same radfem reality. That's not my reality, YOU have constructed a system perfect for them to operate in, that their ideology is fantastic for pointing out errors of reasoning in, as if it was deliberately crafted by them to be deconstructed. I would not at all be surprised if that's the origin of a lot of trans radical feminism, a psyop to make the trans community weaker with logic twists that TERFism can swing through like the Gordian Knot.
If you accept man vs. bear, TERFism is the only logical conclusion. If you don't, as I don't, then it isn't.
The only alternative is that you think being a woman is the only thing anyone should be and "choosing" to be a man is morally inferior. Which I shouldn't have to tell you is horrifying. It's also again incongruous with at least your defense of butch trans women - what exactly defines a "man" and a "woman" when a butch trans woman doesn't have to try to pass at all? You are literally saying all of this, gender, transmisogyny, misogyny, hinges entirely on pronouns and a difference of two letters in the name of what they call themselves, someone is dangerous or not depending on if they go by he/him.
TERFs will see this and be like "yeah! exactly!" BUT MY POINT IS USING THAT TO SHOW YOU SHARE THE SAME FOUNDATIONAL LOGIC AS THEM. If you don't want TERFs to have a point then you can stop accepting their worldview any day now! Come join me and frolic freely where we think TERFs are wrong!
*socialization is real and the idea pre-dates TERFs who incorrectly use the idea that to say that because a trans woman may or may not** have been pressured by external forces to play sportsball she must be hardcoded to be a sex offender, which is completely ridiculous
**no one can be said to have the same experiences, it's a generalization
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Gotta love how Zag's love interests are 1) The punisher of jealousy and oathbreakers, 2) Peaceful Death, and 3) Cute gorgon head maid who's a total sweetheart
While Mel's (possible) love interests are 1) Divine Retribution, punisher of hubris, 2) Doom (feared and hated by all mankind), 3) Strife (Greek pantheon's #1 troublemaker), and 4) Two mortals whose whole life story is a cautionary tale about hubris.
All the while unlike Zag, Mel's implied to have never had a romantic relationship before as an adult, based on her Aphrodite boon dialogues (to me, her and Icarus screams "childhood puppy love", which doesn't actually count as true relationship experience).
Girlie I think you need to get therapy or get laid. Preferably both. And soon.
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I do think it's cute that at least between Meg/Than and Nem/Moros, both women are deliverers of punishment, while both men are embodiments of concepts that will inevitably arrive at the end of mortal lives. Dusa and Icarus + Arachne also fit the mold of "sweetheart dealing with power dynamics issues" (prince/servant vs. goddess/mortal, in Arachne's case a mortal maligned by gods).
Zagreus and Melinoë may have never known each other, but they somehow have the exact same bisexual taste, which is very important to me.
Also proof that they're DEFINITELY Persephone's children: got their mother's taste for tall big tiddy goths lmao.
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method · affirming
no other manifestation method is this popular and used as many times as this method... you guessed it right, it's affirming! using affirmations to manifest, or in other words, thinking consciously and selectively has always been a great way to establish new assumptions.
definition
to affirm means to state something (usually positive) as true. affirmations have the purpose of increasing one's confidence or raising self-esteem by declaring a desired outcome. in manifesting, we affirm or use affirmations to simply remind ourselves of having our desires already. it simply means to think, but in a directed, desired way rather than letting thoughts pass you by. all in all, you can spot affirmations based on their structure. "i am loved" or "my desires are mine" could be possible affirmations.Â
how to affirm
there are two ways to affirm: affirming can be done either verbally or non-verbally, meaning, you can affirm out loud or just think quietly. both are just as effective and work just as well.
when and where to affirm
there is no universal rule that tells you when you are supposed to affirm. you can repeat affirmations in your mind whenever you get bored, while doing the chores or take a break to meditate and affirm for a specific period of time. repetition, however, is important to form new beliefs and to strengthen your faith in them.
how often to affirm
again, it's totally up to you. some people have a schedule for each moment of the day where they decide to do their affirmative mantra, some have hourlong affirming sessions, some do it every hour, some do it only a couple times a day... and some only whenever they think of their desire.
which tense to affirm in
you can use any tense. you can state that you had your desires since forever, have them now or will have them in the future. since we only ever experience the present moment â and because past and future don't exist â most people tend to affirm in present tense. past tense affirmations usually tend to play a bigger role when revising your past experiences. future tense affirmations on the other hand work just as fine, especially when you are manifesting something that's supposed to happen "in the future".Â
past tense · "i have always been pretty"
present tense · "i am pretty now"
future tense · "i will forever be pretty"
which kind to affirm withÂ
there are different ways an affirmation can look like.
i-affirmations · affirmations that start with "i", usually in combination with "have" or "am". for example, "i am the best" or "i have it all".
askfirmarions · affirmations disguised as questions. for example, "why am i so pretty?".
umbrella affirmations · general affirmations that are often used to imply that you have all of your desires. they also help a lot when being unsure or indecisive about what you want to manifest, which is why they commonly address multiple desires at once. for example, "everything i want is mine already".
which way to affirm from
in terms of belief, there are two ways to affirm:
affirming to remind · affirming with believing.
affirming from lack or affirming to get · affirming without believing.
depending on your beliefs about yourself, your desire and the method you are using (in this case, affirming), both may work for you. if you believe that you need to believe in your affirmations for them to manifest, you can only be successful with 'affirming to remind'. if you believe that you can affirm regardless of your belief in the affirmation, you will be successful with both, 'affirming to get' and 'affirming to remind'.
why affirming worksÂ
the reason behind why this works is because, once again, it is called the law of assumption. what you assume to be true, has to be true. your assumptions do not only create your life and reflect your mind, they also dictate and describe the way you manifest. after all, you define everything.
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affirming is a a manifestation method. and the thing about methods is that you do them because you want to do them. because you enjoy doing them. thus, do whatever feels comfortable and natural to you. affirm whatever, whenever, wherever, however and how often you like. there are no set rules. don't force yourself to affirm. don't stress yourself either. you don't need to do it perfectly. it's less about perfecting it but more about feeling the wish fulfilled, living in the end and embracing the new story.
with love, ella.
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