#unethical coaches

[nethervoice]

SOME VOICE OVER COACHES CAN'T BE TRUSTED

You know what they say about commercials, right? “If things look or sound too good to be true, they usually are.” But it’s the job of a copywriter or advertising agency to make us believe the nonsense they’re trying to sell. And so many people are falling for it! Why? It’s because of a tried and true formula in advertising you have seen a million times.  It all starts with a problem, a need, or a…

[creativitycoach]

Why I am not a fan of Replica Surfaces as a company or Mandy Gleason

Replica Surfaces Biscotti Linen, Scandinavian Wood, Lush View

There are many pros and cons to consider when selecting backdrops and companies that provide them. Everything I do at this point is to fund the 501(c)(3) nonprofit public charity I founded. As such, when selecting companies from which to purchase or partner, a key factor is philanthropy. A company that supports the community cares about the community. A company that does not support the community cares about lining its pockets.

Companies that are socially and environmentally conscious actually consider the environment and its peoples. It should not be a question to support a company that cares. They may support the community by working with charitable organizations, projects, offering discounts, or damaged items. My experience with Replica Surfaces is that they do none of these things. V-Flat World offers a modest discount and supports Humanity Showers. Poppybee Surfaces offers a modest discount but does not donate damaged goods. Regardless, those are at least two backdrop companies that seem to take an interest in people who devote their lives to helping others and making the world a better place.

V-Flat Coral and Terrazzo

As far as social media, V-Flat World has an exclusive Facebook group that supports their consumers without playing favorites. If they like your posts, they may feature them. Replica Surfaces VIP Facebook group is a high school clique. The few and the favored get benefits and are uncensored. Others in the group posted things for which I was flagged. They promote their favorite vendors by requesting free products and photographing them for their own ads. This is not quite an equal opportunity that I have witnessed.

Replica Surfaces Bathscape, Sunsoaked Terrazzo, Tuscany Styling Towel

We cannot forget things such as their styling towels and mystery gift. Their styling towels are great in photos, but I have found linen scarves and fabric remnants at local shops that perform just as well if not better in photos. The question remains, why pay Replica Surfaces $40.00 for three styling towels, when you can purchase scarves and fabric remnants for a fraction of the price?

As far as the mystery gift, it is simply a cheap set of three small, smaller, and even smaller wooden blocks. I literally bought a pack of 25 of the same size of the smallest block from the dollar twenty-five store, so what is so special about Replica Surfaces cheap styling blocks? Do they perform better than other blocks? No. Are they worth the price (purchasing five surfaces to receive the blocks for free)? No. Are they of workable size? Not unless you are shooting something as small as a coffee bean. The blocks are rather useless.

All this is not disputing the beauty of some of their surfaces. How you conduct business is personal preference. The surfaces are nice, but they are smaller, thinner, and single sided compared to V-Flat World, and they cost more. Why can Replica Surfaces not produce boards that are double sided and at least 24”x24”? Likely they want their 3mm thick boards to be incompatible with surfaces from other companies. Still, it does not answer why Replica Surfaces cannot make a more affordable and appealing product double sided. It seems like simple greed. However, that is one person’s postulation.

Their marketing tactics are genius but shady. Yes, it is nice to re release products, but to offer such small quantities and actually tell consumers to set alarms to fight other online shopping customers for their products that may or may not sell out is rude. They are driving up demand but not meeting supply. After they release a new limited collection, then have a sale as soon as the collection sells out can bankrupt consumers. Replica Surfaces has no conscience and have consecutive releases and sales without consideration of paydays of many consumers . They care only about their bottom line and how full they can get their pockets. It is great to have sales, but it is greater to allow consumers time to refill their wallets. It seems another point driven by greed than consumer mental health.

For simple surfaces such as Subway Tile, what really makes the selling point when competitors offer more superior products at lower prices?

What would convert me to a fan of Replica Surfaces when their competitors already have many more reasons to avoid Replica Surfaces? Perhaps if they were more community conscious, aided and supported community projects and nonprofit organizations, made their boards more standardized in size, and made their boards double sided to give consumers more options. That is all setting aside the bureaucracy of their Facebook group, where they censor and ban some people for stating and doing exactly what their favorites do uncensored and not banned. As if their sophomoric antics could not be predicted, I was banned from their Facebook group for reporting violations others committed but were not flagged, which were allegedly the same violations I committed. Why would anyone want to support such a juvenile company and immature owner, Mandy Gleason?

When I attempted to resolve the discrepancies with Replica Surfaces, Liz reiterated rules I had not broken and offered no explanation as to why I was penalized, and my white neurotypical counterparts were not. She stated the word “addict” is triggering for her due to her sister’s addiction. Yet, when given proof that over 57 posts and comments contained variations of the word “addict,” she did not apologize that I was the only one banned. She did not offer any words as to why when those other instances were reported, they were neither banned nor removed. Why would Replica Surfaces be extremely lenient and tolerant of consumers who more closely resemble her?

I offered to give away my boards for free, but that was considered sales. Yet crafters in the group share their product links and prices and made sales within the group. The company photographer promotes products from her favorite makers, so why is that open sales solicitation not considered a violation? Again, those makers share much in common by way of specific demographic to Mandy Gleason. At no point has the company apologized for favoritism and inequitable application of group rules. One can only postulate the rules are merely a way to cull unwanted minorities from the clandestine white washed culture of the group.

They shadowban comments about where people obtain resources except in the instance of badmouthing competitors such as VFlat. They censor all customer service reviews to give the appearance of flawless customer service. Even Leah is not knowledgeable as to which surfaces are limited, because of her conflicting statements.

When you uncheck the box to state you do want to continue receiving stands, they automatically recheck it then blame the customer for not checking it. It defaults to check marked, so they can have an excuse not to provide stands with their bundle deals that specifically state one received two sets of stands with purchase of five boards. When this was brought yo their attention, I was blamed for not removing the checkmark, although I kept removing it, and it kept defaulting back to checked. Then Leah stated to correct that five sets of stands owed to me were not included, she stated she mailed seven. Later, she mailed stands to Bowling Green, Ohio, then changed her story to say she was only allowed to send two of the five sets owed. At this point, Liz stepped in, added the five stands to my next order, but removed the mystery gift owed to me, from purchase of the five surface bundle. It is annoying they refuse to comply with their own website claims; however, I was not as nearly upset about the removal of the useless styling blocks owed to me, pursuant to their website bundle deal.

Will I continue to purchase Replica Surfaces? Only during steep sales if a client really is fixated with using a specific backdrop. For example, a client loves Replica Surface boards for their products, so I use this boards and charge enough to recover my “lost” expenses for the boards. Essentially, the client is paying for the boards as well as product photography services.

Will I promote them on social media when I use their boards? No. Will I continue to participate in the clique that is their Facebook group? No, because they are discriminating. Will I rant and rave about how great they are? No, because the company and its owner are not. The products are subpar to others on the market. Even the stands are $26.00 for two, which a set is supposed to be free with purchase of two boards. Similar stands of better quality are available on Amazon at $8.99 for four.

V-Flat Duo Boards are larger with higher resolution. It is easier to style props to create faux rooms rather than a smaller board with a scene of a room. Plus, you can style the props to create rooms in many ways. The solid colors and classic patterns of V-Flat are better for makeshift walls and floors. There is more room to zoom and crop.

V-Flat Coral, Terrazzo, remnant fabric from Jo-Ann

I found myself losing parts of the photos with Replica Surfaces, because the area is smaller. The stands did not hold the surfaces flush, so there was room where I had to sacrifice part of the product photo to avoid getting any parts of the surrounding background also known as my makeshift studio. V-Flat Duo Boards offer the flexibility to zoom out a bit to capture more scene. Their stands hold surfaces straight while Replica Surfaces did not. The Replica Boards were leaning and crooked, so it required cropping, which, again, meant part of the mood created had to be sacrificed.

Price gauging for substandard products and lure of a special mystery gift are definitely cons much like the greed of the company.

Replica Surfaces Florence, Wine Cask, linen scarf from Amazon

I have provided the company many opportunities in email and their Facebook group to rectify their actions. However, Mandy Gleason does not support charitable organizations, Asians, and differently abled, but she still wants their money. Their shipping had always been within hours in my experience, but my last order took three days to ship, and they failed to provide shipping confirmation via email as they typically had done previously. More disconcerting is they prompted a shipping exception and further delay with an illegible FedEx label. Perhaps this is Many Gleason’s way of punishing consumers who bring her shady, unethical business practices to her attention.

[magpiepills]

Put It In, Coach

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Joel Miller x f! Reader

Word count: 3.4k

Summary: you are an 18 year old high school senior on the cheerleading team, and Joel is the beloved and successful football coach. He helps you with some stretching after practice.

Warnings: SMUT!! The girthiest age gap (18 & 56), consensual but extremely unethical sexual relationship, pervert Joel, power imbalance, dubcon (due to said power imbalance) but I assure you reader is of legal age and enthusiastically consents. piv, oral (m receiving) fingering, dirty talk, semi-innocent reader, blackmail, creampie, twist ending, possibly dark Joel.

A word from the author: This is a repost! Listen, I know this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. That is fine. Please don’t feel obligated to interact with this fic even if we are friends. It will be fine. I am posting this without making eye contact with anyone.

What is more important in a small Texas town than the high school football team?

Nothing, if you asked most anyone, including of course, head Lions football coach, Joel Miller- Coach Miller, that is. He had lead the team to numerous state titles, securing donations to the football program and filled display cases with trophies and framed team photos. Several former players had even gone on to play in the NFL.

Yeah, Coach Miller is a big deal.

You feel lucky when during your senior year the cheerleading team has to share practice space with the football team. Honored when Coach Miller helps your squad with conditioning. While the football team runs drills, he’s monitoring your time on the treadmill, checking your form during lunges, and helping you really lean into your stretches. He’s so helpful and encouraging. “That’s it, girls, get those knees up! Hustle!” He yelled as he watched you run by in your little shorts and sports bra. The one you took to wearing when you knew he might see.

Coach Miller knew a thing or two about cheerleading too, and he helped your coach to develop a cheer routine. You always blushed when his rough, steadying hands gripped your bare legs or circled your waist to help direct you. You saw how the other girls exchanged looks, but

Coach Miller had experience, he obviously knew enough about cheer. He knew what got crowds excited and lifted team morale. You beamed when he clapped and tucked his clipboard under his arm as you balanced on your teammates shoulders, one knee lifted high, both arms aloft, Pom-poms rustling in the hot Texas breeze. You felt butterflies that fluttered from your stomach down to your throbbing pussy. “Atta girl. You got it!” He praised.

The fawning newspaper articles never mentioned how handsome Coach Miller is. He’s probably in his fifties but you didn’t care. The other girls rolled their eyes, called him an old man. You liked the gray in his hair and beard. You liked the way his body was still so broad and strong, even if his belly was a little softer than it used to be. You liked the way his forearm flexed as he lifted the whistle to blow and get everyone’s attention. “Alright, boys go hit the showers, girls you stay and finish stretching.” Your cheer coach was busy with Megan and Lindsay and Tiffany, so you did your best to go through the regimen on your own.

You stood and twisted at your waist, first to one side, then the other. You spread your legs wide and bent deep to touch your toes, keeping your spine loose. You wanted him to see. “Ugh. He’s watching us.” You heard behind you. “He’s such a creep. He’s like a hundred years old.” “Yeah and you remember what happened with Monica. Nobody’s going to say shit to him.” You listened to the other girls talking, and tried to ignore them. Of course there were rumors about Coach that passed though the girls at school. They were probably just mad that he wasn’t giving them the time of day.

It was easy to forget the other girls and their hateful gossip when you saw that handsome man across the field. You stood and dabbed your shoulder. You winced and rubbed it, drawing the attention of Coach Miller. He jogged over, the muscles of his thighs rippling under his khaki shorts, belly rounding slightly under his royal blue polo shirt, and whistle bouncing as he made his way to you. “What’s ’a matter, sweetheart?” Care and concern painted his dark features, furrowing his brow. “It’s just my shoulder, Coach. I don’t know, it just is pretty sore.” You pouted up at him, giving him your best helpless face. He hummed and nodded. “You girls go on and get cleaned up, we’re done for today. I’ll let your coach know. I gotta deal with this.” He gestured to you, and you bowed your head sheepishly. The rest of the girls scoffed and muttered as they gathered their bags, shooting you looks of disdain and perhaps pity. Good riddance to them.

“Thank you Coach.” You said softly, bashfully. “C’mon, I got an ice pack in my office. Can’t let our rising star get hurt, can we?” You relished his attention. The hallways leading to his office were dark and empty, at 5:30 on a Friday, everyone had gone home. Once inside his office you sat on his desk, cluttered with papers and Gatorade bottles. You swung your legs and leaned back on your palms, letting the hem of your top ride up to expose a sliver of your belly. You hoped he would notice the way it was snug against your breasts. His office smelled like sweat and Lysol, but photos and framed newspaper clippings covered the walls. You used your phone to cover the framed photo on his desk of him and his wife and kid.

When Coach Miller returned with the ice pack, he found you innocently playing with the hem of your short cheer skirt. He hesitated, taking in your long, bare legs, smooth and pretty. He followed the line of them up to where they disappeared under that damn skirt, he wondered what he might find if he flipped it up. Wondered if you had on those little white panties he had seen once when you were practicing cartwheels with the other girls. He wasn’t stupid man. He knew that some of you young girls had little crushes on him. He'd be a liar if he said it didn’t stroke his ego or that he hadn’t jerked off more than a few times behind his locked office door. He would never, ever admit to a few consensual dalliances with a few girls. Always over 18, but always so young and beautiful and eager to please. Was it wrong? When they wanted him? Joel preferred to think of it as a perk of the job.

“Where’s it hurtin’, honey?” Coach Miller asked, his voice much more tender than he ever used with the boys on his football team.

“My shoulder, coach. It’s sore.” He made a sympathetic sound and slowly, carefully began to run his big hands over your arms. “Can you hold ‘em up for me? Good girl.” You held your arms out to the side and he palpated your shoulders, stepped back to look you over, checking for you didn’t know what. It didn’t matter. Your shoulder didn’t really hurt.

Joel frowned. “What is it coach? Is it bad? Your voice was small and wavering.

“No, darlin’ it’s just that I can’t get a good feel for your rotator cuff cause your shirt’s in the way.”

“Oh..”

“Well, here’s the thing, you know we got that big game comin’ up and your coach won’t let ya cheer if you’re hurt. Really would be best if I could just check it out. If nothin’s wrong we ain’t gotta worry your coach over it.” He winked at you conspiratorially.

“What if I just…I could just take this off.” You tried to sound casual. Like it was the most normal thing for an eighteen year old to be topless in a room alone with a 56 year old woodshop teacher/football coach.

“That’s what the boys all do, sugar. Ain’t a big deal, but I don’t want to make ya uncomfortable. I can just go get your coach and she can check ya out.”

There was no way you wanted your coach thinking you were injured. Not when you were gunning for a cheerleading scholarship. Missing any games now was out of the question.

“We don’t need to bother her, Coach Miller. I trust you.”

Joel nodded. “Alright, I’ll tell ya what- I’ll give ya a towel to cover up with. How’s that?”

“Sounds good, Coach. Just, could you help me unzip?” You gave him a little smile over your shoulder and held your hair out of the way for him to drag the zipper down.

Joel stifled a groan when he realized you didn't have a bra on under your little top. His cock was already beginning to swell in his shorts. You shrugged off the blue and yellow top of your uniform and clutched the tiny towel he handed you to your chest. “Is this good, Coach Miller?”

“Yeah that’s good. Real good. Arms straight up, now. Gotta check your rotator cuff.”

You did as he asked, and the towel slipped to your lap and he rubbed and squeezed at your shoulders, peeking over to catch a glimpse of your bare tits. They were so pretty, your hard little nipples making his mouth water.

“Good news. I don’t think it’s anything serious. A little massage and rest is probably all ya need. Couple ibuprofen.”

You thanked him, half heartedly bringing the towel to cover your chest again.

“Just one thing though, I noticed there’s not a current physical on file for you. You know, they take that stuff real serious. I know you’ve been workin’ real hard all year, I think you’ve got real potential and I’d hate for you to throw that away over a little form. If you want, I can give ya a quick check and it’ll be our little secret.”

“Gosh, Coach. You’d really do that for me?”

You knew damn well your physical was on file. You had taken it to the office yourself. It was something you’d been doing every year since you started playing sports in junior high.

“Yeah, won’t take but a minute. Don’t want ya getting in any trouble.”

You sighed gratefully. “Thanks Coach Miller. You’re a lifesaver.”

“Go on and hop up on my desk and I’ll make this quick and easy.”

He moved your arms one at a time, feeling for proper movement. He had you step on a scale and measured your height and weight, commenting that you were “full grown.” He had you bend forward and touch your toes, sliding his fingertips up the length of your spine to check for scoliosis, but taking the opportunity to admire the way your skirt rode up to expose just a bit of your panties, just barely brushing his hard cock over your ass. “Oops!” You dropped the towel, dramatically covering your tits with your hands, squeezing them together.

Joel looked at the form he was half-assing and scribbled on it, before sitting it aside and clearing his throat. “You uh, you do your regular self exams?”

“Self exams?” you blinked at him innocently, hiding the smirk that threatened to break through.

“Breast exams, sweetheart. Gotta make sure everything is like it’s supposed to be. Real important to check. Maybe I better show you how. Why don’t you lay down there and put your arms over your head for me?”

You did as he asked, lying back on his desk and didn’t bother hiding your lustful stare and he slid both hands up your rib cage to cup the underside of your breasts. He squeezed gently, kneading the supple flesh. “You’re doing great, baby.” You whined as he worked his way around your nipples, watching intently as they hardened. “Almost done.” He pinched at your nipples, making you squirm, he pulled gently, and rubbed them under his thumbs before squeezing your tits once more. “I think that’ll do.”

But he didn’t take his hands from you. He ran them over your chest, down your sternum, over your belly to the band of your skirt. He gripped your hips through the rough fabric, forgetting himself, or dropping the act. Either way, he found himself staring at the wet spot on your exposed panties. You bent your knees and rested your heels on the edge of Coach Miller’s desk. “Let’s see if he can resist this!” You’d thought, delighted with the way your plan was working.

Joel had his fair share of girls throwing themselves at him over the years, but you certainly took the cake. In half an hour you’d gone from a shy school girl to a sex starved slut right on his desk. It had been so easy, maybe too easy. Give you a little attention, some praise you weren’t getting at home, some touches like he knew the dumbass boys on his team weren’t going to learn about for another eight to ten years. Joel loved it when his plans worked.

“Something you need, baby?”

“Mhm. My backs kinda stiff. Maybe you could help stretch me. Get me loosened up.”

“This help?” Joel placed his hands on your knees and pushed them up, gently rolling your lower spine as he stood between your legs.he lowered them, letting your covered pussy brush against his rock hard cock, then repeated the motion, pushing your knees a little further each time.

“Feels so good, Coach.” You breathed, hands gripping the sides of his desk.

“Gonna open your hips up, you’re bein’ such a good girl.” He pushed again, letting your knees fall to the side, spreading you wide open. You could feel the way your panties clung wetly to your aching pussy, rendered nearly transparent by the slick that started seeping from you the minute you entered Coach Miller’s office.

Joel couldn’t play this dumb game with you anymore. He squeezed your plush thighs and pushed them down, dragging his thumb over the soaked gusset of your underwear. “I think ya got a bigger problem than a stiff back. Looks like you’re really hurtin’ right here. How long has this pussy been needin taking care of?”

Finally! “All day, Coach. I really need help to make it feel better.”

Joel’s finger slipped under the fabric to slide over your puffy lips.

“I got some other massages and stretches that’ll make this all better. Do you want that?”

“Yes, please! Please Coach.” You nearly shouted at him. If he didn’t do something soon you’d have to try to climb on top of him and just take what you needed. It’s not like you couldn’t see how hard his cock had been since the minute you got your tits out. He was a creep and everybody knew it, but he was too handsome to resist and if his bulging erection was any indication, well…

“Gotta get these panties off.” You lifted your hips for him to slide them off, then stretched your legs and demonstrated your flexibility by pulling your ankles down and holding your legs wide open for him. “Goddamn. Look at this. You do want this, don’t ya? Got so damn wet on my desk from just gettin your tits touched. Are all the girls on your team so slutty?” He marveled at how wet you were, slipping his fingers from your entrance up and around your clit, tapping your pussy firmly with the flat of his hand and groaning at the sticky slapping sounds.

His index finger teased at your opening while his thumb rubbed over your clit. Flames licked at your belly. “Just slutty for you, Coach. Need a real man.”

“Yeah? You need a real man?” He emphasized his words by sinking two thick fingers into you, “I’ll show ya what a real man can do for you, but you ain’t ever gonna be happy with a boy again.” He pumped his fingers into you and to your shock, dripped spit directly from his mouth to your clit. The slip made the sensation even more intense, and you squeezed his fingers as your orgasm crested. “Good, huh? Well, we ain’t done. I got a little more stretching for this tight little cunt.” You’d never heard anyone talk so crudely. You loved it. “Fuck yes, Coach, please. Please!”

Joel’s eyes snapped up from where he was watching his fingers disappear into your pussy. “Watch your language.” You whined and bucked your hips, eager for what you hoped was coming next. Joel worked a third finger into your pussy, the stretch stung and radiated, but faded into a pleasant feeling of fullness you’d never experienced before. Not with your inexperienced conquests.

Satisfied that he’d prepared you well enough, Joel hastily unbuckled his belt and let his shorts fall to the floor, weighed down by his wallet and keys. You watched as he tugged his turgid member, the biggest you’d ever seen. “C’mere. Get on your knees a minute. I know you know how to do that.”

“You want me to suck your cock, Coach Miller?”

He huffed at you, amused at your innocent act.

“Open your mouth.” You opened wide and took him deep, gasping and bobbing your head over his tip, hollowing your cheeks. You looked up at him and took him as deep as possible, relishing in the look of devastation that washed over him as you gagged and drooled.

Joel muttered something you didn’t hear before he pulled you off his cock by your hair. “Bend over the desk. Come on.” You did as he asked, and he slicked his cock with your abundant arousal, slapping the head on your ass a couple times, then held the base of his cock in one hand, and gripped your hip with the other. Slow and steady he pushed into you, taking his time until he was fully sheathed, hips flush against your ass. He waited there, leaning his forehead against your back and reaching under you to grab your tit.

“So fucking tight. Tightest pussy I think I ever felt. You’re not a virgin are you?” You shook your head. You weren’t a virgin. He was your third. He was your biggest and best. It would be hard to top him, you mused until he dragged his length out of you and slammed back in with more force. He did that a few times- pull out slow, slammin hard. Slow, hard, slow, hard. Then he switched it up, pushing your knee up into the desk he favored slow, deep strokes so he could watch how your pussy gripped him and sucked him back in, wetting his cock with your slick, so wet it dripped down to his balls.

He smacked your ass, leaving handprints on the unblemished flesh. “Fuck yeah, baby. Just like that. Taking this cock so good. Feel ya squeezing me so tight. Cock hungry little slut making me fuck her. Fuckin beggin for this dick.” He gritted filth through clenched teeth. You reached down to rub your clit, and let your hand wander further, feeling where your bodies joined, stretching your fingers to catch his balls as he pounded mercilessly into you. He smacked your ass hard, then reached up to hold your shoulders and his movements became uneven. “Coach, please! Please, come in my little pussy!” You’d heard that in porn and thought it sounded good.

Joel’s eyes squeezed shut tight as he let go, filling you with rope after rope of cum. You moaned, feeling him pulsing deep inside.

There was no kiss afterward. No hugging, no cuddling. Joel handed you the little towel to clean up with, Carter he watched his spend drip out of your wrecked pussy and onto the fabric of your skirt. He wished he had a picture of it. You wiped away what you could and put your shirt back on, your panties had disappeared and at 6:15 there was no time to look for them now. Coach Miller promised he would find them for you. You gathered your phone and backpack. He squeezed your shoulder as he walked you out to the main hallway and cleared his throat. “You know, if anyone found out about this, it could ruin your shot at any kind of scholarship. You might not even get into college at all. Now, I know you young girls make mistakes and I’m not going to tell anyone as long as you keep up your grades and your practice. If I hear about ya being a slut, though, I’ll have to inform the principal for your own good. Don’t make me do something we would both regret, sweetheart. Ya understand?”

“Yes, Coach. I understand.”

Joel breathed a sigh of relief. He had seven years until he could retire. He wasn’t sure how many more pretty little seniors would come sniffing around, but he thought maybe he should try to stop giving in to every doe eyed little slut that came along. Oughta try other ways of keeping his dick wet.

On Monday Joel was at his desk, drinking coffee, making out a supply request form for his woodshop lesson plan when his phone chimed. A message from an unknown number had sent an attachment. He squinted at the screen, and froze in horror when he saw his own face looking back at him, he was perfectly framed in the shot, a still from a video, and there you were, smiling at the camera underneath him. The message that followed was short. “See you after practice, Coach.”

[elvenferretots]

I don't think the idea of what retirement should be is talked about enough in dog sport spaces.

People "retire" dogs from sports all the time. The dog gets too old to safely play, acquires an injury that makes the sport unsafe or uncomfortable, or has a behavioral or temperament issue that makes the sport unenjoyable. I don't think anyone can argue that it's unethical to keep pushing a dog in a sport to their detriment.

But what I see from there, I can argue with. So many people get high drive working dogs and do... nothing with them when they retire. They often refer to them as a "couch ornament". They leave them home on sport weekends. They use the lack of finances or time to do an extra sport as the excuse to stop coaching and building new repertoires with the dog.

We spend so much time arguing these dogs NEED jobs, then do nothing with them for months to years at the end of their working life. Retirement (for humans as well as dogs-- but that's a whole new can of worms) should not mean doing nothing. Living beings aren't meant to stop learning and growing and doing. Puppies are less capable, but we don't do nothing with them until six months anymore. We meet them where they're at. It's so important for physical wellness and neural plasticity that we do the same with our retired dogs.

I have a dog whose health meant he would be retired in any serious competitive context. Biting a sleeve or suit is too high injury risk. He can't jump his full obedience height or to catch a disc. He will never get the AKC RACH or OTCH I had him slated for. But he still plays! He comes with to mondio club and is preparing to trial in obedience with no jumps. He trials in AKC preferred obedience and got his rally choice title, the highest level without jumps, last fall. We're going to compete for our UKC RACH this trial season, since they don't require jumps for rally and let you jump minimum height. He still competes in every disc dog competition my competitive dog does, and even surprised me by placing in the last two despite only catching rollers. We started shed hunt and a Nosework class even though I currently don't have the funds or time to compete in more sports.

The biggest difference I've noticed in him since competing with him and taking him to classes again? He's so so much more behaviorally sound. He's happier. He's fulfilled. And he's physically more sound on top of that, because he's using his body in healthy ways and is not so pent up that he's injuring himself with normal movement.

Retirement should mean a new phase in life, not life being over. Rest and stagnancy are not the same. Quite honestly, if my retired working dog isn't ready to learn a new activity or play a new game, it's time to have a serious talk with my vet about quality of life.

[artdcnaldson]

dilf!art…..older bf!art………..large age gap with art……hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

GODDDDDD <3 I am, as always, thinking about prodigy!au… being his sweet little tennis star who’s obsessed with him. Barely lasting a full season before he’s caught making out with you at an after party once you’ve won a slam, and you have to go public as a couple. It’s controversial— there are think pieces and magazine articles about how young and naive you are, how he’s in a position of power, how unethical it is.

And it is… all of those things. He can manipulate you so easily because you’re so obsessed with him, because he’s your coach and you owe him victories. He can push you and push you until you break and then kiss your pretty little tears away. Until you’re living for him, to win and win and win until he’s satisfied in every facet of his life.

[saintzweig]

you stood timidly under the disappointed gaze of your tennis coach, patrick zweig. he clicked his tongue, his hands on his hips as he exhaled through his nose in frustration. you lost another match, which meant that you're now out of the tournament. a vital one, you needed to get your rankings up for this season so you trained and trained and trained and yet, everything he taught you didn't seem like it stuck in your head.

now you're stood on the court, him on the opposite side. you knew he wasn't gonna let this go so easily, but the punishment he gave you now is different, not like the ones he gave before. your legs shook, struggling to keep the ball in play as waves of pleasure shocked through your body. he made you wear a remote controlled vibrator under your skirt while you practice. turning it on to the highest level before leaving it on the bench.

your usual grunts as you hit the ball were now replaced with whimpers, you tried your best to not drop the racket or fall to your knees. eyes tearing up in both pleasure and humiliation. you hated this, hated how smug he looked as he stood on the other side of the net. this shouldn't feel good– it's disgusting, unethical and icky. but that didn't stop your core from throbbing or the flutters in your stomach as you let him watch you in this state. or the slick dripping down your leg and mixing with your sweat.

[merrymongoose]

Ted lasso s4. It's mentioned offhandedly that jamie moved clubs because it would be unethical for a coach (roy) to be dating one of his players. We never see jamie. Anytime there is a scene in roy's house, jamie's always in the shower, or making dinner (don't go in the kitchen, it's a trainwreck - let's talk in the living room instead).

Jamie's ICOG hat is on the couch. Their richmond jerseys are hung up together side by side. There's a large framed version of brett goldstein's + phil dunster's prom-style photos hung above the fireplace. Jamie drops roy off at work. He's driving: you never see him. Domestic bliss.

[sweetiepotatofry]

My hcs for mystreet people's jobs!

Aphmau has a night time security job as of season one, but in season 3 she actually works as a business advisor (A nod to how Jess went to college for business.)

Nana has been trained as a culinary chef and after angels fall she actually starts working back of house instead of waitressing in the maid cafe.

Zane, Garroth, and Vylad, are heiresses enough said.

Travis is an improv actor at night and during the day is a bartender.

Aaron works as a programmer, which allows him to work from home most days. (House husband Aaron canon frfr)

Dante is absurdly high up in the chain of command in his boring office job. He does not in fact know what exactly he does.

Katelyn aside from waitressing as a side hustle, also is a professional fitness advisor and is working on her law degree. (A nod to how she was part of the jury of nine in MCD)

Maria is a rival fitness coach of Katelyn, one of them is slightly more professional than the other. (Katelyn put up posters for advertisement once, and Maria bought a whole build board. (she is still in debt from it))

Dottie runs a Ross dress for less like it's the Navy. She has in fact fired Daniel and Ryland on more than one occasion.

Blaze is a professor in ancient werewolf linguistics, because of course he is.

Laurence was a minor league Soccer player until he got an injury during S2 (hence why he wasn't at love~love paradise) After wards he works in the maid cafe.

Kim is a barista at Starbucks and has cried on the job on a weekly basis, everyone in town has probably gotten a latte with 2% of unethically sourced Kim tears™. HOWEVER after acquiring Ghost, Ghost threw a particularly complex order the temperature of lava at a customers car, so they now run a library.

Sylvana worked as a realtor during Aphmau's childhood, but nowadays owns a gym where Derek trains at for his professional wrestling matches.

And finally, after getting fired from Ross dress for less, Daniel used his nepo baby skills to become a receptionist at his mom's clinic.

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Current Situation: The Chariot

You are determined and focused on your career goals, moving forward with purpose and direction. There's a sense of control and determination driving your actions.

Challenges: Five of Wands

You may be facing competition or conflict in your workplace. There could be differing opinions and struggles that make it hard to progress smoothly.

Advice: Strength

Rely on your inner strength and patience to navigate through challenges. Maintain self-control and approach conflicts with compassion and understanding. Your resilience will lead you to success.

Ideal Careers:

Leadership Roles: Positions such as a manager, director, or CEO, where determination and leadership are crucial.

Entrepreneur: Running your own business where you can harness your drive and overcome competition.

Project Management: Roles that require strong organizational skills and the ability to navigate conflicts and challenges.

Military or Law Enforcement: Careers that require discipline, determination, and the ability to handle conflict and stress.

Athletics or Coaching: Where physical and mental strength, as well as resilience, are important.

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Current Situation: The Hierophant

Your career path is currently influenced by traditional structures and conventional methods. You may be working within an established system or organization.

Challenges: Seven of Cups

There may be confusion or too many options available, making it difficult to choose the right path. Avoid getting lost in illusions or wishful thinking.

Advice: The Hermit

Take time for introspection and seek inner guidance. Reflect on your true goals and values before making decisions. Solitude and self-reflection will provide clarity.

Ideal Careers:

Education: Teacher, professor, or academic advisor, where traditional knowledge and guidance are valued.

Religious or Spiritual Leader: Priest, minister, or spiritual counselor, providing guidance within established belief systems.

Legal Profession: Lawyer, judge, or paralegal, working within the structures of the legal system.

Research and Academia: Careers that involve deep study and reflection, such as a researcher or academic.

Counseling or Therapy: Roles that require introspection and helping others find clarity, such as a therapist or counselor.

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Pile 3

Current Situation: Ace of Pentacles

A new opportunity or beginning in your career is emerging. This could be a job offer, a new project, or a chance to start something new with strong potential for growth.

Challenges: The Devil

Be wary of falling into negative patterns or becoming too attached to material success. Avoid temptations that could lead to unethical behavior or burnout.

Advice: Page of Swords

Approach new opportunities with curiosity and a willingness to learn. Stay vigilant and gather information before making decisions. Be clear and honest in your communication.

Ideal Careers:

Finance: Banker, financial advisor, or investment analyst, where new opportunities for growth are abundant.

Real Estate: Real estate agent or property manager, involving new ventures and potential for substantial growth.

Technology: IT specialist, software developer, or tech entrepreneur, where continuous learning and vigilance are key.

Journalism: Reporter, editor, or content creator, focusing on gathering and disseminating information.

Consulting: Business consultant or analyst, providing strategic advice and insights to businesses.

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Pile 4

Current Situation: Three of Cups

Collaboration and teamwork are currently significant in your career. You may be part of a supportive group or network, enjoying camaraderie and shared goals.

Challenges: Four of Pentacles

There could be a tendency to hold on too tightly to security or resources, leading to stagnation. Fear of change or loss may be preventing growth.

Advice: The Star

Stay hopeful and keep a positive outlook. Trust in the universe and your vision for the future. This is a time for healing, inspiration, and aligning with your true purpose.

Ideal Careers:

Event Planning: Event coordinator or wedding planner, where collaboration and teamwork are essential.

Human Resources: HR manager or recruiter, fostering a positive and collaborative workplace environment.

Creative Arts: Artist, musician, or performer, involving collaboration and shared creative goals.

Non-Profit or Community Work: Community organizer, social worker, or NGO worker, focusing on collective well-being and humanitarian goals.

Healthcare: Nurse, doctor, or therapist, providing care and support with a focus on healing and hope.

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[samsayswhatever]

The people calling Saxon a victim are pissing me off. Thanks to your compilation of all their scenes, it’s much easier to tell what happened. Firstly, Saxon doesn’t look scared, or paralyzed. People keep saying that.

He obviously orgasms. That’s what his facial expressions and body language build to. Only after he cums does he look more aware of what they’re doing and looks a little freaked out/comfused. Post nut clarity is not the same as withdrawing consent! Feeling sick when he remembers what happened fully the next morning is not the same as withdrawing consent! You can’t retroactively withdraw consent, that would require your partner to be psychic.

Lochy only even looks at him once Saxon cums, and he is just as high and drunk as Saxon, and minor note: Chloe has her hand on his throat, steering his attention. If Saxon were obviously freaking out and not into the hand job, Lochlan didn’t see it. Now, don’t take mind altering drugs and have group sex if you can’t check in on all your partners’ consent, but like, Saxon doesn’t say or do anything to indicate he wants Lochlan to stop before he blows his load and then Lochlan turns and smiles at him like “I did it, are you proud of me ☺️”

From the editing, Saxon thinks about him and Lochlan making out while being jerked off. He literally stares at Lochlan’s ass and looks turned on. Lochlan is physically getting him off and is also who Saxon is thinking about to get off. He’s not a little bunny rabbit paralyzed in fear. He wants to fuck his brother.

Both of them upon remembering should be a little horrified like “We did that? Ewwwww 😭” because incest is weird, it’s not natural, and they both liked it when they were under the influence anyway.

When we get Lochlan’s flashback, there’s more context from his specific POV. That brings into question Saxon’s objectivity, but it also confirms that Lochlan is only aware of Saxon being into it, from his POV. He couldn’t tell that Saxon “didn’t want it.” The only way he could be sexually assaulting Saxon is if he did not receive enthusiastic consent prior to the sex act. That is not shown to us.

Saxon does not tell Chloe and Chelsea “Lochlan forced me,” he claims “you guys forced me.” In his mind, he’d rather blame Chloe than Lochlan. Would he do that if he genuinely felt violated by what Lochlan did? Or would he do it if he were in denial about his own role in the threesome and the fact that he was fully into it? Like why protect Lochlan here? The girls know everything. He could tell them “I didn’t ask him to jerk me off!”

Chloe and Chelsea seem pretty nonchalant about the whole thing too. Would they assume it was no big deal if Saxon were assaulted? They casually tell him that he’s into his brother and that Chloe didn’t force Lochlan to make out with him or jerk him off. Chloe doesn’t see Lochlan as a perpetrator or Saxon as an unwilling victim. She saw mutual consent and enthusiasm. Chelsea says “I don’t know if there’s a drug that could make me get with my brother,” and she could be referring to Lochlan, but she’s talking to Saxon. Ergo, she sees it as Saxon getting with his brother, ergo, something Saxon actively chose to do.

Saxon obviously consented to the threesome in the first place, anyone who denies that at this point is bonkers, and still hung up on that bogus “Lochlan spit out the pill” myth. They’re equally stoned. Saxon verbally took responsibility for Lochlan to his parents. Saxon failed at every step to be responsible for his (unrealistically) naive brother. He coached Lochlan into having sex with an older woman (and judging by Lochlan’s flashback), a prospect that did in fact terrify him (which I bet Chloe loved lol).

Saxon is not fully incapacitated or at least not more so than Lochlan. Lochlan has no real authority or influence over him. He doesn’t intimidate Saxon, he has no blackmail on him, he doesn’t cajole or coerce him. There is no unethical power imbalance in Lochlan’s favor.

Saxon could still be a victim, if the cards fall that way when we find out more. Realistically I think the show is not interested in the nuances of “jerking someone off without getting explicit verbal enthusiastic consent is assault,” the way twitter and tiktok and Reddit are. But that’s the only way Saxon could be a victim in all this: he was paralyzed by his own arousal. Is that inherently consent? I’m not sure.

Like if Saxon is turned on by it but doesn’t want it, but is also capable of pushing Lochlan’s hand away or saying “stop,” but he does neither, and it’s less that he’s afraid of Lochlan and more that he’s afraid of his attraction to Lochlan, was he assaulted? He can be conflicted without Lochlan being labeled a rapist (which is what a large section of this fandom love doing more than anything).

I worry that the show is not going to show us any more context and so everyone will continue to insist Saxon was essentially raped, especially as the show is leaning into Saxon’s guilt and self loathing.

Thank you for your thoughts!!

I agree that Saxon is not the victim of Lochlan. However, I would say that they are both the victims of their repressed upbringings and suppressed desires. I think the shock throughout ep 6 show that neither of them had come to terms with consciously desiring each other, and therefore didn't consciously try to manipulate each other into this outcome.

The camera focus's on Lochlan's happy expression multiple times, and in media we are trained to see the one happiest about something "evil" happening to be the villain. However, I think reading happy=evil is a very uncritical take here. I think Lochlan is happy to get his brothers attention, and he's not really thinking about much else.

In the threesome scenes Saxon mostly looks mildly afraid/turned on at first when his eyes are closed, then he opens his eyes and sees Loch's hand and is confused for a moment, and then he closes his eyes again for a while before he cums.

However, I think Loch has been watching Saxon this whole time, but Chloe keeps steering his attention away, as you say.

The mildly afraid look (bottom left image) comes across because his brows are pushes slightly together and his jaw is dropped. However those looks also appear when while feeling sexual desire or yearning.

His confusion is breif, but his brows are pushed together significantly, which can again be interpreted as fear (upper right). However that fear(?) only stays on his face when he doesn't know what's going on. That fear shows up BEFORE he realizes it's Loch.

Once he realizes it's him, he closes his eyes again, and goes back to just feeling pleasure for a second (bottom left) before he's starts cumming and is lifted off the bed and then maintains eye contact with Loch until the end of his screen time.

In the very last shot of Saxon, his eyebrows slightly lift again (bottom image). This could be fear, or shame, or as you said it's a second of post nut clarity. But it doesn't last long, and it's not a very exaggerated look. It's likely a mix of many emotions at once that he can barely process. And I fully agree that this look doesn't have any bearing on whether he consented previously.

Loch smiles like crazy when Saxon cums (bottom left), then for a brief moment Loch's smile drops (bottom right image). And the sex scene ends. The next thing we see is Saxon waking up next to his brother naked. If this is all there is to remember about the night, then it's likely Saxon just fell asleep after he came. Lochlans smile dropping could be because he saw the post nut clarity look. If so, he's even more likely to think Saxon hates him through out th enext episode.

However, I think his smile dropped mostly because he's lost his brothers attention because Saxon's asleep. Now Loch's not very excited to be left alone in this sexual situation with Chloe, and the tightening of her grip on his neck emphasizes that.

If Loch was just as excited to jerk of Saxon as he was to fuck Chloe, then I don't think his smile would fall like that. He would have kept smiling, and turned his focus to Chloe. But he didn't. His eyes lingered on Saxon until the very end.

Later Saxon breaks down & throws up and he begins to fully process what happened. However, his main reactions seem to be shame about what he's done and anxiety about what's going to happen next.

Saxon has been trying all week to treat Lochlan as an adult, but I don't think he fully sees him that way. He still says things like, "he's legal," like he's trying to remind himself that his kid brother is an adult now. Even all the stuff he's doing to push him to buff up, and get laid feel like he's trying to give Lochlan characteristics that he could identify as "grown up."

But since Saxon's view of Loch isn't quite there yet in many ways, I think this threesome realization is hitting him hard. I think he's painfully aware of the power imbalance, and that is freaking him out even more than just the gay incest.

I want to talk more about this, but this post is getting insanely long, so you can see my continued thoughts on consent on this post.

[callmearcturus]

All the people saying he's a bad father and helped abuse Jamie AND Beard did a number on my view point.

okay one, he did not "help abuse" anyone. at zero point does he help Jamie get abused, that's the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard.

two, Ted does not approve of Jane but is extremely explicit about how him trying to intervene would have the opposite intended effect. which is shown explicitly when Higgins tries to intervene instead and it threatens his friendship with Beard and does not help the matter in any way.

three, the idea of ted being a bad dad is actually hysterical to me personally because congrats! you fell for the exact catch-22 bullshit that Michelle and Dr. Jacob put Ted into! yanno when we say shit like "patriarchy hurts men too"? well Ted's entire situation is like a prime example of that.

let's set the stakes: Ted was advised by an unethical psychiatrist and his then-wife that to facilitate giving his wife the space she needed in their marriage, he should move to another fucking country. he does so, expecting that in time, his wife and son would join him.

instead, his wife divorces him while he's still in another country, now tied to a high-profile, highly-lucrative job that requires his presence in London.

(and just for extra "what the fuck" points, she and her lawyer hound Ted to sign the divorce papers even though he's literally at an away game. as someone who investigates legal contracts as part of my full-time job, her actions read very strongly as trying to get a signature without informed consent from the other party, but THAT'S JUST ME.)

now, due to him being merrily exported and then cut off, Ted has only three real options.

Concede custody to his ex-wife without a fight so he can continue to work in his new position. (this makes Ted extremely sad and leads to idiots accusing him of being a bad father)

Try to renegotiate his custody agreement to be more equitable between himself and Michelle. (this will cause a PR firestorm the second it's discovered Coach Lasso is trying to STEAL A CHILD FROM THEIR MOTHER, what a fucking monster)

Give up his career and move back to Kansas. (and in doing so, give up that career, his friends, his community, his therapist, and all of the progress he's made on himself for the first time in his life)

Theodore Lasso got fucked by his divorce. Not just emotionally, but the way it was executed was manipulative and cruel. And there is not a clean solution to the situation to be had. And due to the specific way divorces are weighed to favor the mother of a child over the father, he's doubly-fucked.

So if you think he's a "bad dad" then congrats on reinforcing the exact systems that fucked Ted over in the first place. I wonder if people think Michelle is a good mother for how she handled the fucking divorce, berating Ted over and over to Just Sign The Papers and then getting romantically involved with their marriage counselor.

/rolls my fucking eyes

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Masterlist

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Jujutsu Kaisen

Kamo Noritoshi

The Homo Economicus in Love - (s, a, f) - | Impacts of income inequality on unethical college love, a thesis paper, aka 'i was just a bet?' trope| 🏮

#1 - Operation Kamo | college majors

See No Evil (s, a, f) - | bram stoker's dracula | 🏮

prologue

Obeisance to the Arrow (s, a, f) - | arranged marriage with Noritoshi Kamo, and all that entails... |

#1 - Omiai | #2 : The Ring Ceremony | #3 - Menarche | #4 - Cursed Bride | #4.5 - Sweet Dreams | #5 - Man and Wife and the concept art | #6 - Husbandly Duties | #7 - Jealousy, Jealousy | #8 - Ice-Cream Date | #9 : The Lady Kamo

+ drabbles arranged according to the timeline

How Was Noritoshi Kamo Found To Have Blood Manipulation?  - (a, f)

Hey Handsome! - (a, f) - | Noritoshi gets hit on, right in front of you |

The Question of Heirs - (f) - | Noritoshi Kamo, concussed, talks about having kids |

An Inkling of Refuge - (a, f, hurt/comfort) - | After the massacre at Shinjuku, each other is all you have left |

[finding out that you're pregnant] - (f)

Echo - (a, f, hurt/comfort) - | When your kids inherit the Ten Shadows, Megumi Fushiguro gets to meet Divine Dog White again after 16 years| 🏮

Ryomen Sukuna

Priestess (s) - | Lord Sukuna rewards his most devoted follower |

lord!sukuna x knight!reader 1 (a, f, s) - | Cannibalism done right | 🏮

lord!sukuna x knight!reader 2 (a, f, s) - | Sukuna takes another knight|

sukuna x possessed!reader (a, f, s) - | Demonic possession <3 |

Martial arts coach! Sukuna (a, f, s) - |God-complex maniacs pining for each other| 🏮

cottagecore!Sukuna (a, f) - | Sukuna cooks for you |

"romance" (f) - | English language tutor |

Choso

Kill The Damned Phone (s, f) - | a lazy morning fu-- dammit the phone keeps ringing! |

choso x geto!kenjaku (a, f, s) - | cult leader x altar boy | 🏮

Geto Suguru

quick fic (f) - | your teen daughter wants to start dating |

cult leader!geto x secretary! reader (s, f)

ragdoll runt (a, f, s ) - | geto, weeks before defecting|🏮

Tokyo Day (a, f, s) - | meeting suguru a decade after his defection, this time as a married woman | [COMPLETED]🏮

#1 | #2 | #3 | #4

Satosugu

5 : 14 AM (a, f) - | satoru wants suguru to quit smoking |

underground boxer!geto x always-bets-on-him!gojo (a, f)

Nanami Kento

quick fic (s, f) - | Nanami Kento doesn’t know your real name, only your touch |

tired manager!nanami x kpop idol!reader (f)

Ieiri Shoko

dealer!shoko x reader (a, s)🏮

Higuruma Hiromi

swipe that nose like a credit card (s, f) - | riding his face <3 |

Gojo Satoru

Satoru At Rest (a, s, f) - | your terrible ex-boyfriend is having way too much fun haunting you |

#1 | #2 | #3

Can't get it up (s, f)

Itadori Yuuji

teenage delinquents (s, f) - | idiots in love have their first kiss |

Fushiguro Toji

Rent A BF! (f) - | young toji fushiguro x reader |

character | prologue | #1 | #2 | #2.5 | #3 | #3.5 | #4 | #5 | #6 | #6.5 | #7

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Sweet Pumpkin Chapter 4

Summary:  Bucky is struggling with the dating world and knows that if he ever hopes to have a serious relationship, that he needs to get through his touch deprivation issues.  It’s not that he doesn’t want to touch people, or them to touch him, but after decades of pain he doesn’t know how to accept physical intimacy from others, or how to give it himself.  He hires Y/N, an intimacy coach and professional cuddler, who comes highly recommended.  Will his heart be able to distinguish between a service given versus real love?

Warnings: mentions of past violence and past sexual assault, language, physical intimacy, eventual smut

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Bucky took her out on dates as often as he could, and when they weren’t going out, he was spending time with her in her apartment.  She came over to his apartment once in a while, but he preferred her space.  He was taking it slow with her, wanting to make sure they were both comfortable with each other and the way the relationship was progressing.  He was ready to go all in, but knew with her past and his past that it was going to have to be handled with care.  The farthest they had ever gone was making out with each other while Y/N straddled Bucky’s lap, and that was okay with him, as long as she was okay with it, too.  A couple of months later Sam came to visit him after a long stint of missions.

“Hey Buck,” he said, hugging him.

“Hey Sam,” Bucky greeted him, hugging him back.  “How were the missions?”

“A mess,” Sam rolled his eyes and sighed.  “But what else is new.  How are things going with you?  You still working with Y/N?”

Bucky blushed.  “Uh, yeah I was.  It was really helpful.”

Sam narrowed his eyes at him.  “What was that look?”

“What look?”

“Did you just blush?”

“No.”

“You did!  What did you do?”

“What do you mean what did I do?”

Sam frowned.  “You’re dating her now, aren’t you?”

Bucky fought a smirk.  “Maybe.”

Sam sighed again but smiled.  “I hope there was no unethical client-therapist type of relationship going on?”

“No, no no no,” Bucky quickly shook his head.  “We didn’t do anything like that.”

Sam nodded.  “But you’re happy?”

Bucky finally smiled at him.  “Yeah.”

He considered Sam a great friend, never needing to fully explain things or speak a lot.  They just understood each other silently.  Sam smirked.  “You better make her happy, or I’ll have to kick your ass.”

Bucky snorted.  “You wish, Birdman.”

***

It was a holiday weekend, and Y/N had taken the time off from her usual clients.  Bucky was laying with her on her bed in her room, talking and casually lounging on a slow Saturday evening.  They were cuddling together, Bucky being the big spoon this time with her back against his front.  His fingers slowly tickled along her side, over her hip and down the side of her leg and up again.  She was playing with his metal fingers.

“I can never get enough of this,” Y/N said suddenly.  “This is just the coolest thing.”

“What?  My arm?” Bucky asked, huffing a laugh.

“Yes!” Y/N exclaimed, pulling his hand up.  “Like…not just the technology aspect of it but the artistry!  To manipulate metal into something that looks lifelike, the ability to make it so you can feel things with it, adjust grip and strength like a normal hand.  And this gold peeking out,” she said in a breathy, reverent tone, her finger sliding along the edge of one of the plates in his palm, “it’s beautiful.”

Bucky smiled at how much she admired a part of him that he still was insecure about.  “It’s definitely useful,” he said nonchalantly.

“I’m sure,” Y/N laughed.  She flicked his palm.  “Can you feel that?”

“Yes,” Bucky said.  “It’s more like a pressure thing.  I can’t feel things like pain with it.”

Y/N hummed before pulling his hand closer to her face.  She glanced back at Bucky then focused on his fingers.  She moved her head forward and kissed the tip of his pointer finger.  “How about that?”

Bucky shakily inhaled.  “It’s…yeah, barely.”

Y/N started kissing along his other fingers, twisting his hand each way she wanted.  She then licked at his pointer finger and sucked it into her mouth.  Bucky eyes widened at her actions.  He could feel the pressure of the sucking, but it was watching her mouth lick and suck that had him hardening in his pants.  

“Fuck, pumpkin,” he groaned.

Y/N popped his finger out of her mouth then looked back up at him, feigning an innocent smile.  “Yes?”

“You little tease,” Bucky said lowly.

“You like it,” Y/N said, her ass pushing against his groin.  “I can feel you like it.”

Bucky’s forehead leaned against her shoulder as he restrained himself from thrusting his hips against her.  “Pumpkin,” he warned.

“What do you want, hot stuff?” Y/N asked quietly, rolling her hips back against him again.

Bucky peered up at her.  “I wanna…God, I wanna do a lot of things to you,” said.  “Do you want to?”  Y/N gave him a reassuring smile.  “I don’t want to push you into something you’re not ready for–”

She quickly turned in his arms to face him, her hands cupping his face and her leg hiking up over his hip.  “I’m ready,” she whispered, kissing him.  “I want to.  I trust you…with all of me,” she rubbed her nose on his then bit her lip.  “I…I love you, Buck.”  Bucky let out a sharp breath at her confession, his eyes widening again.  “I’m in love with you…a lot…probably way too much,” Y/N huffed a laugh, breaking eye contact and looking down.

Bucky lifted her head with his finger under her chin and kissed her deeply.  “I love you Y/N,” he breathed against her lips.  “I’m pretty sure I fell in love with you from the moment you let me touch your face that first day.”

Y/N’s eyes widened and turned watery.  “I want you,” she said, “but um…it’s been a long time, and I’ll need you to be patient and gentle with me.”

“I can’t remember the last time I ever did this,” Bucky said.  “So we’ll take our time.  As long as I get to have your softness,” he said, kissing around her face randomly, “all over and around me.”

Y/N sniffed and nodded at him frantically.  “Please,” she whispered.  

Bucky nodded then kissed her again deeply, his hands slipping up into her hair and down her neck to her back, pulling her close to him.  Y/N’s hands were everywhere, sliding from his neck to behind his back, to his front and down his chest.  He maneuvered himself so he was hovering above her, breaking the kiss so he could start to kiss down her throat, licking and sucking at her skin, learning all the little spots that made her writhe and squirm.  He pulled at the lower hem of her shirt, and she nodded, giving him permission to pull it up and off of her, revealing her nakedness up top.  His hands immediately went to her breasts, softly massaging them, his thumbs rubbing against her nipples.  Her fingers pulled at his shirt, and he quickly pulled it off.  Y/N stared up at his upper half, her fingers tracing along his scars and dips in the muscle.  Bucky dipped his head down and licked her left nipple then sucked it into his mouth, making her moan.  

He gave each of her breasts ample attention before kissing back up to her mouth.  “So beautiful, pumpkin,” he whispered, nipping at her lower lip.  “Can I see all of you?”  Y/N nodded again and he focused on her pajama shorts.  His fingers dipped into the waistband of her shorts and underwear and pulled them down, Y/N helping him by lifting her pelvis.  He threw them off to the side and stared down at her pussy.  “Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he breathed.  “Can I taste you?”

Y/N nodded again and he quickly shimmied down the bed until his face was aligned in between her legs.  He spread her legs wider with his hands then kissed right over her clit.  Y/N gasped and her hips jerked.  “I’ve got you, pumpkin,” Bucky said, licking her lower lips.  He licked, sucked, and kissed everywhere, alternating between sticking his tongue as deep into her as he could and then flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue until she was shaking.  He finally sucked her clit harshly, and it was enough to make her cum for the first time, a long, high pitched groan emanating from her throat as her fingers gripped at his hair harshly, her legs shaking against his shoulders.

“Oh my god,” Y/N breathed as she started to come down from the high.  “Bucky…honey, fucking hell.”

“I love it when you call me honey,” Bucky said, kissing her thighs as he sat up and crawled back up so he was hovering over her again.

“I thought you liked hot stuff,” Y/N said breathily as she laughed.

“Both.  Both are good,” he chuckled as he leaned down and kissed her.  

Y/N’s hands moved down and started to push at the hem of his pants.  Bucky quickly got out of his pants and underwear, kicking them off his legs until he was kneeling between her legs completely naked.  She stared at his cock, her eyes slightly widening.  “Now I’m nervous,” she said, looking hesitant.

Bucky laughed again.  “You’re making me feel really special, pumpkin,” he said.  “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”  He gripped his cock in his hand, pumping himself a few times.  “Do we need a condom?”

“No,” Y/N shook her head.  “I’m on the pill, and I’m clean.”

“I’m clean,” he said, then shuffled forward and slid the tip through her slit, making her shudder.  “Are you sure you want this?” he asked quietly, watching her face carefully.

Y/N smiled up at him.  “I’m sure,” she agreed.

Bucky smiled, then aimed himself at her entrance.  “You ready?”  Y/N nodded, looking down.  Bucky tsked and his metal hand softly grabbed her chin to make her look at him.  “Words, pumpkin.  Are you ready?”  

“Yes,” Y/N said, nodding frantically.  Bucky smirked then let go of her chin.  He started to move forward, and Y/N gasped at the stretch.  He went slow, making sure she wasn’t in physical or emotional pain.  When he was finally in as far as he could go he huffed a heavy breath and Y/N whined.  “Holy shit,” she said.  “That’s…fuck, that’s amazing.”

Bucky tried to keep his wits about him.  She felt so good, and he hadn’t done this in so long he was afraid he’d cum too fast.  “Jesus Christ, Y/N,” he breathed, his top half folding over on top of her, his forehead resting against her shoulder.  “You feel so good.  So perfect.”

Y/N hummed and turned her head to kiss his ear.  “Please Bucky, please fuck me.”

Bucky groaned and his hips rutted into hers, pulling a high pitched grunt from her.  He lifted himself back up, his hands gripped her hips, and he started thrusting slowly.  The feeling of being swallowed up in her over and over again was addicting, and he knew he was ruined from that moment on for any other person.  Y/N reached down and pulled his hands away from her hips, then intertwined her fingers with his.  He leaned over her again so that their hands were up by her head.  She stared at him with those intense, knowing eyes of hers.  It all felt so incredibly intimate, soft, special, that he could barely look into those eyes.  He kissed her again, and she released her hands from his grip to wrap around his back, keeping him close and chest to chest with her.  

Bucky wrapped his metal arm under her neck, his forearm turned upward so his hand could tangle into her hair while he kissed her, his flesh hand reaching down and hiking her left leg higher over his hip, helping him drive further into her.  “Sweet pumpkin,” he murmured against her lips.  “Thank you.”

Y/N’s nails scratched down his back.  “For what?” she asked, looking at him curiously.

“For trusting me,” Bucky breathed.  “For wanting me.  For loving me.”  His hips started to move faster, chasing his release.  “Fuck, I’m close…”

Y/N hummed at his change of pace.  “Thank you for being so soft…and sweet…and gentle with me,” she whispered.  It was as if she was afraid of ruining the moment they were in.  “Please honey…”

Bucky moaned loudly at the pet name, hugging her tighter and keeping his face near her face.  He snuck his flesh hand between their bodies and started rubbing and flicking at her clit.  “I’ve got you, Y/N.  Can I cum inside you?  Please?”

Y/N moaned and nodded.  “Fuck yes,” she said lowly.

“Goddammit,” Bucky swore, his thrusts getting harder.  He flicked her clit quickly and then she stiffened, her back arching as she shook under him and came with a loud cry of his name.  The way her pussy squeezed him had him seeing stars and he came with a long groan, kissing her again and licking into her mouth.  They panted against each other’s mouths, Bucky resting his forehead against hers and staring at her.  He reveled in the exhausted, fucked-out look on her face, and kissed her everywhere he could reach, making her giggle.  “So good, pumpkin.  My god…so fucking good.  My pretty, sweet pumpkin…”

Y/N sighed, her breath huffing against his face.  “God, I love you,” she breathed, a tired smile on her face.

Bucky kissed her lips again, giving her short, chaste pecks and nuzzling his nose on her nose.  “I love you,” he said quietly.

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[belleski]

-Consumes new piece of media

-Sighs and goes to add a tally to my 'unethical scientist blorbo' tally

-goes back to bed

[Image description] Image 1: A digital illustration of Dr Loboto from the Psychonauts series. He's drawn from the waist up at a 3/4 angle, with his gloved hand holding a golden dental tool. His other prosthetic arm is held slightly up as if in thought. He's grinning wildly, revealing a set of sharp teeth. The background is a warm brown and features sketches of various characters from the psyconauts franchise, such as Linda the lungfish, Loboto's family, Shegor and the fish gaurds from Rhombus of ruin. There is a bright magenta blood splatter covering the middle of the background. Image 2: A monochrome comic of Loboto, who has one hand up to his chest and the other gesturing of to the side. He's grinning and saying 'I have no relevant skills. I am unpleasant to work with. I like to cause problems.' Coach Oleander can be seen in the bottom right corner, glaring up at Loboto. Image 3: A continuation of the comic . Oleander stands to the right of the canvas with one hand on his hip and the other pointing up at Loboto who is standing in the foreground on the far left. With a sharp grin and a glare, he ignores Loboto's warnings and says 'Hired.' [End ID]

[vague-humanoid]

https://www.change.org/p/hold-raygun-rachel-gunn-anna-mears-accountable-for-unethical-conduct-olympic-selection

We, the undersigned, call for immediate accountability and transparency in the recent actions of Rachel Gunn and Anna Mears in the selection process for Australia's female breakdancer representative at the upcoming Olympics.

Rachel Gunn, who set up her own governing body for breakdancing, has manipulated the selection process to her own advantage. Despite the clear talent and qualification of other outstanding female breakdancers like G Clef and Holy Molly, they were unfairly overlooked. The NT Youlong Boys, a group of incredibly talented and underprivileged youth from the Northern Territory, were denied crucial funding by Dr. Gunn to attend the qualifiers—a decision that directly impacted their chance to showcase their skills on a national stage.

Disturbingly, Dr. Gunn went on to win her own qualifier, defeating other phenomenal breakdancers, raising serious questions about the fairness and integrity of the process. If Dr. Gunn's husband is indeed the Australian coach and part of the selection panel, this represents a blatant conflict of interest that cannot go unchecked.

We demand a public apology from Rachel Gunn and Anna Mears for misleading the Australian public and attempting to gaslight the public and undermining the efforts of genuine athletes. We also call for a full investigation into the selection process, an audit of Dr. Gunn's business dealings, and a global public apology to the breaking community for the unethical behavior that has tainted this sport. Rachel Gunn's lack of ethics and morals raises serious concerns about her fitness to teach and hold any position of authority in the sport, or university.

Australia must do better by its athletes and ensure that the principles of fairness, transparency, and integrity are upheld in all aspects of Olympic selection.

[gingerlyblossom]

Just broke up with my boyfriend so I'm bingewatching ted lasso for the first time and it's really filling the void and cheering me up I'm in season two currently

Some thoughts:

-Fuck I audibly gasped when Jamie punched his dad and then Roy being the one to comfort him :( especially after Jamie said he'd had a poster of Roy up in his room growing up it got me I love their dynamic the parallels between them kill me

-Thought I'd be crying more but the only thing that's got me was Higgins and his wife fuck it's so sweet his rainbow 🥹

-Nates character arc is making me sad I know not everything can be about growth and positive change but :( I just feel bad because him being a prick isn't justified but it's understandable I've been there and when you get undervalued and treated like shit it's hard to let go of the anger and resentment I wish he could see how much everyone cares Ted needs to give him a hug

-love that both jaime and roy are munches we just don't see that enough in media god bless Keeley and can she fuck them both

-sam deserves way more screen time I adore his character he's so sweet and I wish they had done more to flesh out his conflict with jaime like obviously we got the kit scene but I think there should've been more of Sam's good temper winning out if that makes sense? Like ted went back on his word and I think Sam deserved to be mad about that and either get an explanation or actively choose to be the bigger person

-I love ted wish I could grow a mustache in his honor

-DANI ROJAS DANI ROJAS DANI ROJAS

-Why does Collin know what grindr is

-wish they weren't doing the sam and Rebecca thing or at the very least wish sam was older, I think the dynamic is sweet but it does feel a little ick when she's old enough to be his mom and also is in a position of power over him

-the Christmas episode was so cute

-roy is the perfect level of gruff without being the worst half the time when people talk about a grump with a heart of gold it's the biggest dickhead you've ever seen but roy actually cares and is a softie aww

-It's hard to be mad because I love sam and the hair cut scene was so perfect and seeing him all romantical makes me blush so I'm torn

-I had to keep pausing when sam did something too cute couldn't take it

-Teds just like me in therapy one time I cussed out my therapist because he touched a nerve and he was unimpressed which just pissed me off more so like I get it man we've all been there

-also not to knock the doc but she seems kind of unethical in her practices and I'm trying to warm up but I don't think she's good at her job

-Trent Crimm of The Independent <3

-love that Rebecca and keeley just instantly became friends im tired of the hateful female subplots and I'm glad we instantly got girl time

-also loved keeley jerking off to her own boyfriend that's kind of hilarious if I was dating someone famous I'd do the same thing

-sad that coach roy isn't shirtless the way player roy constantly was but I'm being brave

-Dani Rojas :)

-Dani Rojas pt two everytime he smiles its like a little high oh my god

-Ted needs a hug :( why does he need a tragic backstory why can't he just be a happy guy (I know why but I would love it if nothing bad ever happened to him thanks)