#which turned out to be because. she had a UTI

[tahthetrickster]

not a fan of the vet

[te-quiero-verde]

I LOVE BEING BRUTALLY HONEST WITH PEOPLE IT FEELS SO GOOD

[rebirthgarments]

TW: Chemical w-rfare, Ab-rtion

Urgent Ask to evacuate Nara, a 🍉 disabled woman with MS who also has pancreatic cancer due to chemical w-rfare.

Support by financially contributing to her @FedUp4Palestine vetted funhnd-raizer (that I personally vetted): givebutter.com/NaraMedicalAid

+ resharing/ reposting this post!

I, Sky Cubacub- a Fed up 4 Palestine team member, have been in direct contact with Nara to get to know her and her story more over the past few days. We have become fast friends due to so many overlapping symptoms of our disabilities. Nara’s story caught my eye because I have post-viral ME/CFS which many times is a precursor to MS. I really want my disability community to show up for her to get this campaign funded that is so close to my heart so that she can continue medical treatment.

We have chatted extensively! During our chats, I found out from Nara that she had not previously had health issues until she was exposed in the white phosphorus attack in 2008. The long lasting damage and effects of phosphorus continue to compound and become more and more disabling to this day, even after 16 years.

Here is her story in her own words (edited for clarity):

“Hi I'm Nara,

I'm a cancer and multiple sclerosis patient. I need treatment, examinations, and follow-up on a regular basis, but the hospitals in which I used to follow up were bombed and the other one was turned into military barracks. All I need now is to leave Gaza for treatment, preserve my life, and live with my family in peace.

We're a family of 4, including my 12 and 7 year old children.

I had been diagnosed with a tumor in the pancreas as a result of inhaling phosphorus in a previous war. A couple years after being exposed to phosphorus, I became pregnant, and the fetus was pressing on the tumor, which drew the doctor’s attention to the cancer. My fetus was emergency aborted, and the spleen, 80% of the pancreas, and part of the small intestine were removed. I complained every now and then of a lot of pain as a result of the removal of part of the pancreas. I was having follow up care in the Turkish Friendship Hospital for hematology and tumors. But since the beginning of October, I have not been able to follow up because the hospital has turned into a military barracks.

The remaining part is talking about multiple sclerosis:

In 2018, I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. I had many complications, such as inflammation of the seventh nerve in the eye, the inability to walk with balance, movement with difficulty, and many symptoms. I was then required to take 12 injections every month and many medications and vitamins. I was following up at the Nasser Medical Complex in Khan Yunis, but unfortunately the hospital was out of service due to the war. So for a long time I have not received any injections. MS is truly difficult and it controls my life completely, and the attacks occur in many and varied ways.”

A note about her breathing apparatus:

Because people in displacement have to wait in long queues and pay to use the bathroom, Nara had started to restrict her water intake because of a UTI she never has been able to heal from. This has created a problem with raised levels of potassium, so doctors have placed her on oxygen for fear of the potassium affecting her heart.

Goals

she needs at least $15,000 to evacuate

2 adults at $5,000 each

2 children at $2,500 each

this price is subject to increase due to the cost of registration for evacuation continuing to go up

The other money will go to the cost of treatment and living costs.

Nara chooses to stay anonymous because she has had to mask her disabilities so much that only her family knows about her MS and Cancer, so we have not linked her instagram, but we are in direct contact with her and can verify that she is who she says she is! Because of this, she cannot promote her own fundraiser, so it is our job to collectively do it for her!

[Image Description: a digital illustration by @k8deciccio of Nara, a Pal-eh-stienian woman wearing a black hijab/outfit with purple highlights. She has a breathing apparatus that is bulbous that goes in her nose. Text Reads: Help Narawith Cancer and MS Treatment, She Must Evacuate with her family of 4. $30k goal givebutter.com/NaraMedicalAid . There is a QR code in the bottom right corner that goes to her support link. The @FedUp4Palestine logo is in the top left corner.]

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Snapshots

a/n; This is kind of half a blurb and half a fic?? Idk, it's just horny thoughts expanded tbh. now, this is NOT sanitary at all. PLEASE do not do this without thoroughly cleaning the shoe first. You are asking for a yeast infection and a UTI otherwise. But this is fiction, so let's all pretend he did a little sterilising beforehand! however, that's not hot to read, so im not gonna write it, but let's play pretend!! Thank you, ily <3

Content warnings; boot grinding, d-word, degradation, jealousy, bratty behaviour, dom matty, spit, swearing, and teasing. But I think thats it?? I'm so sorry if I'm missing some!

word count; 2.1k ish

(shout out to Kirke @nowshesdoingitallthetime for once again causing this. you are my fav little devil on my shoulder encouraging this behaviour...)

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*click* *click* *click*

“Okay and now look to the left!” You hear the photographer shout. matty turns his head exactly as she asks. But apparently, it's not quite right, judging by how she walks over to him and poses his body.

you can feel the jealousy in every fucking nerve when her fingers graze the edge of Matty's jaw, adjusting his head half a centimetre. The move was so small it was completely unnoticeable to anyone else, but what was noticeable was the sly smirk on the photographer's face as her fingers lingered on Matty’s skin.

Your boyfriend remains completely oblivious, as he has been all day. You, however, noticed it as soon as you walked in together. You weren't planning on coming to play jealous girlfriend, you were prepared to be silently supportive.

But when she spent 40 minutes trying different outfits on Matty and showering him with compliments, you knew something was up. 

You studied her every move from then on. The way she “adjusted” Matty’s hair after almost every take, running her fingers through every strand in a way that had Matty practically purring.

You look at the way she pulls at his clothes, untucking and tucking in his shirt multiple times. and you also watch her eyes dart down to his exposed stomach every. fucking. Time. You swear you can almost see the cogs turning in her head when she catches a flash of the rose tattoo on his hip.

Every joke he makes, she laughs just a little too hard. Matty is funny, but making a shitty pun is not worthy of doubling over and acting like you're at a standup show. Yet, every vaguely funny comment he makes has her cackling and wiping tears that are streaming down her cheeks.

So you were fuming. Partially at her, Matty had introduced you as his girlfriend at the start of the session. Which had earned him an unimpressed hum from her and you a petty wave. she didn't seem to take too much notice of that fact, though, judging by the way she's stroking his cheek right now.

But you're also pissed at Matty for playing right into her hand. 

You knew he was egotistical, but the way he was practically turned into a giggling schoolgirl over the shoot drove you insane. His attention whore actions usually make you laugh, probably because they're normally aimed at you. as soon as you start rambling about how much you love him, matty becomes a child star, immediately glowing at the praise.

But it's remarkably less entertaining when he's lapping up the attention of a woman who is practically getting on her knees in front of you.

And maybe you took it too far, walking over to him mid-conversation and grabbing his face, pressing your lips onto his harshly, you take advantage of the gasp that leaves his lips to press your tongue into his mouth, licking inside and moaning excessively loud.

Matty pulls you off once his logical brain overtakes his horny one, but you can still see he's slightly dazed when he goes back to chatting with the photographer. The haze in his eyes and the pink flush on his cheeks take a few minutes to fully fade, especially when your hand slides onto his thigh and grips his skin possessively. 

You hang off his arm for the rest of the break and move closer to the set when they start up again. Every adjustment she suggests you swoop in and make before she can, punctuating each one with a peck on Matty’s lips and a glare her way.

Matty knows what you're doing, and after you lingered a little too long on one kiss, he pulls you in with a hand around the base of your neck.

You feel his breath on your ear before he starts talking, “I know what you're doing. Behave.”

You don't listen to his demands. Why should you when he's been gagging for every piece of attention this stranger gives him? So you play it up even more, determined to beat this woman at her game.

whilst you might win that war, you certainly don't win the one waging with matty judging by his tense shoulders and rolling eyes.

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The ride home is full of tension, Matty's knuckles are white from how hard he's gripping the steering wheel, and the hand that usually lives on your thighs is firmly stuck on the gearstick.

You cant deny that the mix of his palpable anger now and how fucking good he looked at the photo shoot had riled you up. Every tick of his jaw makes your thighs tighten. And you swear you see a smile cross Matty's face as you cross and uncross your legs for the 20th time, desperate to relieve some pressure.

As soon as you get in the door, Matty is barking orders at you. 

“Follow me. And be quiet. You've done enough talking today.”  Any bratty behaviour left simmering inside you was gone. You trailed behind Matty silently, walking into the front room and starting to sit down on the sofa beside him.

“Nope, floor,” Matty says bluntly.

... no, he's joking. Surely.

“What?” you tilt your head at the man in front of you as you speak, assuming this is another one of his unfunny jokes (but you're sure the photographer would be fucking cackling at it.)

“You heard me, Don't play dumb now, baby. Kneel.” You don’t know whether it’s the intensity of his eyes or the assertiveness of his voice, but you do exactly as he asks. Sinking to your knees like you had done for him so many times before.

Your hands start to move to his fly instinctively, assuming you'd be apologising the only way you know how, letting Matty fuck your throat until you cant speak. But his hands smack yours away before you can even touch the denim of his jeans.

“Thats not gonna cut it today, baby. i need a proper apology this time.” Matty's foot slides between your legs, his boot sitting between your thighs as you hover just above it.

“I want you to grind on my boot, sweet girl. Put on a proper show for me, yeah?” Matty nods at you, and you don't even think before immediately nodding back, sinking down on his boot below you. in your mind, you know you should be scoffing at him and rolling your eyes, but your body moves without you telling it to.

You can already feel wetness pooling in your panties, throbbing at the idea of being so powerless under him. You gasp as soon as the cool leather of the boot touches your core, goosebumps blooming over your skin.

Your hips start rutting against the leather, sliding your hands around Matty's calf as you experimentally grind down on his shoe. Matty feels your fingers tighten around his leg as you clit brushes agaisnt the leather, the slight scratch of the boot making your head spin.

You rock your hips dumbly against Matty's shoe, arching your back when it brushes harshly over your bundle of nerves. Your ruby red nails dig into Matty’s leg through his jeans as you cling to him desperately.

One of your hands slides behind you so you can rock your hips even deeper on his boot, laying your palm flat the ground and canting your hips up desperately. Your thighs burn with every rock you make, but the burn in your core is stronger than anything else.

“thats it. now stick your tongue out, fuck. that's it angel,” Matty palms himself over his jeans as he stares down at you, groaning as he watches spit drip from your tongue and fall on the boot below, making every move you make slicker and more dizzying.

Matty looks pretty fucked out for someone who hasn't been touched, a thin sheen of sweat sits on his skin, his dick straining in his jeans as he watches you like a hawk. He studies your every movement like he is watching a cinematic masterpiece, taking in every move you make and committing it to memory. 

His jaw clenches as he fights every urge in his body to grab you by the hair and pull under him. Visions cross his mind of him jackhammering his hips inside you until you're screaming his name, watching the bluge in your stomach as he pumps fucking every inch of himself inside you. But he stays strong, keeping his eyes trained on you with every move you make.

“Thats it, shine my boots with your cunt. Good girl” Your eyes roll into the back of your head as Matty drags out his words and pushes his boot up, the pressure against your clit making the world around you fall into a haze. 

A flush covers your cheeks and chest, and Matty smirks at how blissed out you look.

Fucking you dumb is something that will never fail to amaze him, watching a smart girl become a babbling mess because of him does wonders for his ever-growing ego. It's not like he needed the boost, but your brain melted out of your ears as soon as he starts talking to you like he owned you.

You can't help but squirm as you start moving closer towards the edge, the pressure building inside you slowly becoming too much. Whimpers and whines fall from your lips as your hips speed up, pleading with Matty to let you cum without saying it. Luckily, Matty has seen you fall apart under him enough times to know exactly what you're asking.

“You getting close, baby?” Matty smirks as he speaks, “‘course you are. Filthy girl wants to cum all over daddy's boots.” your jaw drops at the nickname, and you nod as best you can, whimpering with every circle of your hips. 

“Beg." he demands

"Tell me you're fucking sorry and beg to cum,” Matty's jaw drops when he sees tears start falling down your face, desperation filling your every nerve. Soon, you're sobbing and begging Matty for mercy, your hips bucking wildly.

“Please. I’m so- fuck- im so sorry, Daddy. Please let me cum, ill be so good, I promise. Just- ah! let me cum. Please.” Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you fight to hold in your orgasm, but every rut of your hips is making pushing you closer.

“So good for me, such a dirty slut. Okay, angel, cum for me.” As soon as the words leave Matty’s lips, your cumming, the rubber band inside you snapping.

White spots dance across your vision as you push even harder down on Matty’s boot, letting the tough leather push you through your orgasm with every circle of your hips. Your chest heaves, and your jaw shakes as your orgasm drags on, intense pleasure wracking your every nerve.

Your thighs grip tightly around his boot as you reach your peak, but soon enough they're going lax, your hips slowing down until you’re motionless sitting on Matty's shoe, panting wildly and fighting to catch your breath. His fingers move from his lap and grip your chin, forcing you to stare at him as he speaks.

“Don't leave a mess. clean it up for me baby, be a good girl.” Matty nods at his boot, looking at you expectantly with a sick smile covering his face.

You sink further down on the floor below you, ignoring the way the cold concrete scratches your knees as you slide. Dark brown eyes meet yours as you hold eye contact with Matty. staring up at his as you stick your tongue out, and start to lick the leather covered in your slick. An exaggerated moan falls from your lips at the taste, and Matty’s jaw drops as he watches your tongue lap at his shoe.

After a few more seconds of you swiping your tongue over the leather, Matty is dragging you into his lap, gripping your hips harshly as you settle on top of him. He can't help smirking as you hover over him. Your cheeks are pink as you stare at him. The same pretty pink covers your lips. undoubtedly from desperately bitting at them to try and dampen your needy whimpers.

“Don't be so selfish now, princess, give daddy a taste,” you smirk at Matty before gripping his jaw, watching in awe as his mouth drops open and his tongue falls out.

Power skitters up your spine as you lean forward and let a drop of spit fall from your bottom lip, watching it drip and fall onto your boyfriend's tongue. A grin immediately pulls at your lips when you hear the groan that is ripped from his chest. 

As soon as Matty tastes the mix of your slick and spit, he's dragging you deeper into his lap, forcing his tongue in your mouth to desperately lick every trace of your release from the inside of your mouth.

Needy hands grip each other's skin, groping every piece you can get your hands on. Eventually, Matty pulls away from your lips, his eyes dropping to watch a string of spit spread between you. His head falls back against the sofa behind him, staring at you in awe.

“I'm booking another photo shoot with her,” he teases, his chest heaving as he desperately sucks in air to his lungs.

“The fuck you are.” You surge forward and capture his lips again, smiling as you feel his lips turn up as soon as your skin touches his. 

[n0vabug]

Toxic

Summary: Maddy thinks the reader is cheating on her

Warnings: Angst, swearing, mentions of cheating, Cassie being a bitch and flirting with the reader, slight mentions of drinking, etc. Words: 1.5k

THIRD PERSON POV

(Y/N) was a pretty quiet person, but could be very talkative if she was comfortable enough. (Y/N) had met Kat during their Freshmen year, they quickly became very close. As they got further into high school, they met more and more people and their friend group started to form. Kat, (Y/N), Lexi, Cassie, Maddy, Jules, and Rue. (Y/N) had set her eyes on Cassie Howard at first, they dated in their Sophomore year for about 3 months, but Cassie got really controlling and a bit crazy too. After that, (Y/N) went through a bit of a depressive episode, because even though Cassie was controlling and crazy, (Y/N) had still loved her. Maddy quickly noticed (Y/N) during this time, so Maddy decided to try and help her through this. Cassie was her best friend after all, so Maddy gave some great advice and became really close with (Y/N). After that (Y/N) developed feelings for Maddy and accidentally blurted it out once while she was drunk. Maddy mentioned it when (Y/N) was sober, and lets just say, it went great. They started dating the summer before Junior year and during Junior year.

It is Sunday, which was always when Maddy and (Y/N) hung out together, they usually went out to different places. Yes, every weekend, but both of them seemed to really love it and if one of them had a bad week, or just had any stress or something bad going on, that's when they would go to the other's house, and have a movie night with their favorite snacks and drinks, whoever was sad or stressed got to pick the movie they watched and got a lot of kisses and cuddles.

"(Y/N) come here!" Maddy yelled from the other side of the store. "Yes, Maddy?"

"You would look so good in this!" Maddy held up a dress, which in (Y/N's) opinion, was very ugly."1. I love you Maddy, but I hate that color. 2. Again, I love you, but I'm gonna be completely honest, that is really ugly."

"Ugh, whatever bitch, it would probably look better on me anyways." Maddy said jokingly, which made (Y/N) give Maddy a look of offense. "Chill out, I'm just joking." Maddy said, then giving (Y/N) a quick peck on the lips.

(Y/N) and Maddy walked around the mall, with their hands intertwined the entire time, until they finished going inside every store that looked appealing to them. As they were about to walk out, Maddy spoke up, "Okay so like I really need to pee, I'm going to find a bathroom before I get a UTI." (Y/N) chuckled at this and just waited for Maddy outside the bathroom. While standing there, (Y/N) thought she had seen a familiar face walk inside a store. The familiar face being Cassie Howard along with her younger sister, Lexi Howard. It was rare for them to get along like this to the point where they actually did stuff together without their friend group, but it happens sometimes. (Y/N's) thoughts are interrupted by Maddy walking out.

"You ready to go?" Maddy asks.

"Yeah"

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine why?"

"You just seem super out of it"

"I'm just kinda tired, Mads. Getting 3 hours of sleep and then drinking an energy drink in the morning, is not the best thing to do, it's starting to catch up with me." (Y/N) says while laughing. Both girls leave the store and get in (Y/N's) car, (Y/N) drops Maddy off at home, goes to her own house, showers, and goes to sleep.

The next morning, (Y/N) got up and got ready for school. When she walked in, she was immediately greeted by her girlfriend.

"Hey!" Maddy yelled as she ran up to (Y/N). "Hi, I got to go to class, okay? I'll see you later!" (Y/N) says. They both say their goodbyes and walk to their classes. (Y/N) was walking to class but quickly got stopped by someone calling her name.

"(Y/N), hey, can we maybe talk for a moment?" (Y/N) turns around, and sees her ex-girlfriend, Cassie Howard. "I guess so, about what?" (Y/N) ask suspiciously, she would have never expected Cassie to be talking to her right now.

"I can tell you're still in love with me, (Y/N)" Cassie says as she grabs (Y/N) by the waist and pulls her closer. "Cassie, what are you talking about, I have a girlfriend, please get your hands off of me." The younger girl says, but Cassie doesn't listen, she lifts up (Y/N's) chin with her finger. "Cassie, stop, I have a girlfriend!"

What neither of them didn't realize, is that Maddy and Lexi had seen the whole thing, Lexi had saw how (Y/N) tried pushing off her sister and wasn't enjoying it, but Maddy on the other hand, didn't realize that (Y/N) wasn't enjoying this, Maddy instead had thought (Y/N) was cheating on her.

"You fucking bitch, did you actually think you could cheat on me and fucking get away with it?!" Maddy yelled at (Y/N). "You know what, (Y/N)? You weren't the fucking shit anyways!" (Y/N) had tears streaming down her face.

"Maddy it's not like that (Y/N) wasn't-" Lexi tried to help (Y/N) out but Maddy shut her up.

"Shut the fuck up, Lexi, this doesn't fucking concern you!" Maddy yelled at the Lexi. "Why the fuck are you crying. You weren't shit (Y/N), you were fucking annoying, and you weren't even that fucking hot either. You were a shitty ass girlfriend, and I hope I never fucking see you again!" Maddy ran to the bathroom with tears in her eyes, (Y/N) fell to the floor with her knees against her chest, uncontrollably sobbing.

"Cassie, why the fuck would you do that?" Lexi yelled at her older sister as she then followed Maddy to the bathroom.

Lexi saw Maddy standing at the sinks, trying to fix her makeup that was a bit messed up since she let a few tears slip. "Maddy?" Lexi tried approaching Maddy calmly to avoid being yelled at again. "I know you don't want me to be talking to you right now, but there is something really important I thought you should know. "What is it?" Maddy says confused and partially annoyed. "(Y/N) wasn't cheating on you, Cassie grabbed her and started being all weird and flirty with her, (Y/N) was trying to push Cassie away, I just thought you should know that." Lexi said which made Maddy's face change to guilt. "Are you sure?" Maddy asked. "Just because Cassie is my sister, doesn't mean I'm always going to take her side, but just trust me, I know (Y/N). She loves you, she would've never done something like that." Lexi before walking out to check on (Y/N).

"Hey, you alright?" Lexi asked (Y/N). "I just don't understand. I mean why did she immediately assume I was doing something wrong, does she not trust me? Did she really mean all those things?" (Y/N) said through tears, Lexi wrapped her arms around her. "She didn't mean any of those things, she was just mad. She may look confident, but deep down she gets scared and insecure. Trust me, she still loves you." Lexi reassured the older girl.

Lexi sat there for a few minutes with her arms wrapped around (Y/N) until Maddy started walking in their direction. "I'll leave you two alone" Lexi walked away and went to her class.

Maddy kneeled down next to (Y/N). "Maddy, I promise I would never do any-" (Y/N) is cut off by a passionate kiss, which was surprising because she thought she was about to be killed. "I'm sorry, I may have assumed a bit too quickly that you still liked Cassie and were cheating on me with her, I just get really scared sometimes? What I said was pretty harsh, and I promise you didn't mean any of it, I was just really mad in the moment. Can you forgive me? I love you."

"I guess I can forgive you, but if anything like this happens again, just please try and ask me about it first instead of yelling, but thank you for apologizing, I love you too." (Y/N) says. "Okay I can try and do that, only for you though, but do you forgive me enough to leave this shitty place and go to my house, we can maybe watch a movie and order food?" (Y/N) smiled at this. "Yeah I do, that sounds great"

Both girls went back to Maddy's house, they both changed into something comfier and laid in Maddy's bed, their bodies intertwined with one another. They stayed like this all day and even after they fell asleep.

A/N Sorry for taking so long to write this, I have been pretty busy 😭😭. Anyways I didn't proofread this because it's 3 in the morning and I have to wake up in 4 hours. If you have any requests for any Euphoria characters, or any characters I write for in general, then lmk, requests are always open. By the way, I have a couple Sam Carpenter imagines on my Wattpad that I haven't posted on here, so if you want to check it out, my Wattpad is @n0vabug! By the way thank you so much for all the notes, I highly appreciate it!

[creekfiend]

all 3 dogs went vet today. glad this only happens once a year lmfao. everyone behaved as they usually do/as I expected, which is to say

1. Blue was so so good and sweet and I just love seeing how she turns off being an LGD when she leaves the property like she just knows when we set foot somewhere public that things aren't her business and that people and dogs are not threats because her goats are not there. She's always like, kinda stressed (as you can see in the video) but doing her best and always greets all the techs with happy waggy body language and is cooperative with handling. Honestly she's got such a smashing temperament an I got real emotional today about how much I love her. She's gained some weight which is good bc she was a lioioittle underweight last time and now her body condition looks real good.

2. Ella is motivated by Greed and No Thank You but this does make her easy at the vet bc she will ignore literally anything you want her to ignore for a single kibble. Avarice. Gluttony. She needs a broken tooth out and I was worried she might have a UTI but she doesn't, just a little inflammation so she's getting rimadyl for the next week or so to see if that makes her symptoms better. The vet said he was very impressed with her overall condition given her age!!

3. Glimmer was like "WOW TEN NEW FRIENDS oh no my new friends are trying to do veterinary things to my body oh gosh oh no I think there has been some mistake, you are not supposed to do veterinary things to princesses :((((((( I FORGIVE YOU THOUGH HI WE ARE BEST FRIENDS FOR SURE BUT ALSO CAN I LEAVE NOW" lol. She had antibodies for lyme and anaplasmosis which isn't super surprising considering she is from MA/CT and spent a lot of time in the woods and we are doing the course of treatment even tho she isn't showing symptoms just in case. Otherwise she is in great shape.

I love our vet they're always so nice. But also goddamn I am happy to not do this again for another ~365 days lol

[somethingvicked]

X-rated Education part 6.

a Tom Grant (Make Up 2019) story.

warnings: female reader, smut, curse words.

Fifth lesson

Tom was lying on his back, soaked in sweat with a just as sweaty Y/N on top of him, both of them trying to catch their breaths after their reunion earlier that night.

One would’ve thought that they had been apart for months rather then just a week. They had lunged at each other as soon as Y/N stepped inside the trailer, Tom pressing her up against the door (and only closing it because of that but he didn’t realize that until later) to kiss her and taste her skin while her hands roamed over his body.

The first round they hadn’t even gotten all of their clothes off. Y/N was still in her bra, her jeans only pulled off by one leg, panties tugged to the side. Tom’s jeans and boxers had been shoved just beneath his ass and they hadn’t even made it to the bed; Y/N rode him directly on the floor, wailing like a banshee while his grunts and groans echoed around the trailer along with the sounds of skin slapping against skin as well as the obscene squelching sounds from when he pushed in and out of Y/N’s cunt.

It hadn’t lasted long for either of them and full of giggles they had stripped of the rest of their clothes and moved to the bed for a little more comfort.

That’s where they had gone for round two. No new positions or lessons though, Tom had had Y/N on his lap, fucking up into her, his arms wrapped around her back while his hands held on to her shoulders for the perfect leverage, Y/N‘s head tipped back, her mouth open in soundless screams as his cock was basically sparring with her g-spot back and forth, back and forth.

Afterwards they had just fallen down onto the mattress; Y/N had draped herself over him, Tom stretching out his legs, his arms still wrapped around her. He could feel his own spent leaking out of her, a steady trickle dripping down on him, past his balls and hitting the bed. It made him feel a strange kind of smug. There had been a lot of new stains on the mattress since he met Y/N.

Y/N hummed a little, lifting her head, which seemed to take a lot of effort. “I should go and clean up. I don’t want to ruin your sheets.”

Tom snorted and tightened his grip on her. “It’s a little late for that, love. And I couldn’t care less.”

But then he remembered something he had read recently, just before Y/N came home. Yes, perhaps he had looked some things up because he wanted to impress her; spoil her, show her how much he liked being with her like this, not just because of the things she taught him.

On a site online he had stumbled across some facts and tips for a better sex life and caring for your partner. And it had said that women should try to pee after every sex session, because it decreased the risk of UTI’s.

Tom had noticed that Y/N often went into the bathroom to clean herself off – she rarely let him do it and when he read that it made sense. If she wanted to pee directly afterwards she might as well clean up at the same time.

But there were plenty of other things he could do instead. He sat up, taking her with him and got up from the bed. “Come on,” he told her, carrying her into the bathroom. “Let’s clean up and then we can go back to bed and snuggle.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up as he said that. He had been a little worried that she would think that weird since they weren’t really a couple but thankfully that clearly wasn’t the case.

Tom put her down on the toilet and then turned the shower on. He wished he could treat her to a bubble bath but sadly his little trailer was only equipped with a tiny shower stall. He turned the water on full force, so Y/N could use the toilet without feeling embarrassed about him being in there.

When she was done and had flushed the toilet as well as washed her hands she came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Is it warm? I’m feeling cold.”

“Then you better get in, babe,” Tom told her, moving out of the way so she could step inside the stall. He walked in behind her, taking the same position as she had just a second ago, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. “Is this helping? You warming up?”

Y/N only hummed, leaning backwards against him, closing her eyes against the spray.

“Tom, I hope it’s not too big of a disappointment if I tell you that I don’t think I have another round in me,” Y/N said in an apologetic tone. “It was wonderful but…”

Tom shushed her. “That’s not what I had in mind,” he assured her, gently rubbing her arms. “It was wonderful but never think that getting off is the only reason we… well, you know. I’m so grateful for everything you teach me and I do want you to have a good time too.”

He heard Y/N inhale deeply, as if reacting to something he said but she remained quiet.

After a moment he took his body wash and poured it into his hands, lathering them up. “Sorry, it’s all I have,” he told her as the typical male scent spread inside the bathroom.

Y/N giggled. “It’s okay. I like the thought of smelling like you – well, other than your bodily fluids.”

Tom snorted at that as he started to wash her shoulders and back, massaging them as his hands moved over the skin. “You certainly didn’t seem to have a problem with my bodily fluids earlier,” he teased her, giving her earlobe a little nip that made her giggle again. He loved that sound.

“If you want you could bring some of your toiletries over here – just in case,” he suggested, well aware how it could sound, but that’s why he made sure to say ‘toiletries’ and nothing else. There was nothing weird about that, right? It would be like… well, like when you kept an extra deodorant in your locker at the gym.

Right?

Y/N was quiet for a moment but then she nodded. “You know, that might make things a lot easier. I’ll bring some around. Thanks, Tom.”

“’Thanks?’ For what?” Tom wondered with a chuckle, rubbing his soapy hands over her chest and stomach.

“For being okay with a girl putting her things in your bathroom!” Y/N laughed. “Aren’t guys usually terrified of that? That it means things are moving too quickly – oh no, the commitment!”

“Well, I guess I’m not like other guys,” Tom said holding Y/N’s arms out to rinse them from the bodywash.

“No. You’re not,” Y/N said, her voice so low that he almost didn’t hear it.

What did she mean by that?

Tom finished washing Y/N and then wondered if she wanted him to wash her hair but she said no. “It will get so frizzy without conditioner. That’s one of the things I should bring here, ASAP,” she told him and he had to laugh at that. He had heard of conditioner of course but he had no idea what it was or what you used it for, but he would be more than happy to learn so he could care for Y/N’s hair another time. After he gave himself a quick wash he turned off the shower and wrapped Y/N up in a towel so she wouldn’t get cold.

Y/N seemed to have been struck with silence again as Tom picked up his brush and started to comb her hair. It was only when he went to give her hair a brisk rub with the towel that she shook her head.

“No, like this…” she said, and showed him how he would use the towel to squeeze the excess water out of the tresses. “Rubbing it down like that can damage the hair. Sorry if I’m being a control freak!”

Tom scoffed. “Hey, it’s your hair that I’m taking care of, right? The least I could do is letting you tell me how you want it.”

Y/N gave him that strange look again. It wasn’t how she usually looked at him; filled with desire when she wanted him, humor when they laughed together or the patient one when she instructed him in the ways of sex. No, this one was different. Almost like those times when you met a person and recognized them but couldn’t place from where.

Her hand had absentmindedly moved to Tom’s wet curls, her fingers combing them out as he finished with her hair.

“You want a cuppa?” he then wondered, lifting her up bridal style and opened the door to the bathroom. “We can have it in bed.”

“Yes. I’d like that.”

“How about some whiskey with it?” Tom offered, setting her down on the bed, carefully forming the duvet around her before taking the towel away. Tossing the towels into the hamper he took out a pair of clean boxers before hurrying into the kitchen to turn the kettle on.

“Want some snacks?” he called and Y/N replied:

“No, thank you. Just tea would be great.”

Tom looked into the fridge anyway and realized he didn’t have a whole lot to offer – he needed to go grocery shopping. Good thing she didn’t want any – maybe fate finally had taken a pity on him? He had to snicker silently at that thought.

Instead he prepared the tea, pouring some Jameson into both of their mugs and then walked back into the bedroom again.

“Here you go. Careful, it’s hot.”

Y/N chuckled. “I should hope so, otherwise it wouldn’t be tea.”

“It could. Could be ice tea,” Tom teased her and Y/N stuck her tongue out at him, making them both laugh.

She blew a little on the tea and then carefully took a sip. Her eyes widened. “You… you remembered that?”

“What?” Tom wondered

“That I don’t like sugar in my tea – that I prefer it with just honey.”

“Yes?” Tom said, not really understanding what she meant. “You said that you thought the sweetness of honey made the taste more savory than processed sugar and that it was healthier too, that’s why you prefer it in your tea. If you have coffee you take cream in it in instead of milk for the same reason – richer taste.”

Y/N’s mouth hung open. Then she placed her tea cup on the nightstand and took Tom’s from him as well, putting it beside hers.

She climbed into his lap, the duvet forming a tent around them as she hugged him tightly.

“What’s wrong?” Tom wondered, worried that he had done something bad.

“Nothing,” Y/N whispered, the hairs at the back of his neck rising as the caress of her voice against his skin. “It’s just… funny.

“Funny?” Tom repeated, raising his eyebrows.

“Yes. You wanted me to teach you how to please women. But Tom, I wonder if you realize that in so many ways… you are already perfect. A man any woman would be proud to call hers.”

Would you, Tom wondered to himself, running his fingers up and down Y/N’s back, stroking the silky skin. Would you be proud to call me yours, Y/N?

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Random rambles but based on an AU thingy: But what if Chujin had been brought back to life as a vessel thanks to Alphys’ expirments alongside Flowey

Kinda a strange idea but just a thought on what would happen if Chujin had been brought back in a means similarly to Flowey (and also because it’s a background element for another Undertale AU I have that has like no story role other than an Easter egg.)

Note: This isn’t canon (Save for like the AU) so things may be wrong or off but just an idea I had. And also feel free to expand upon it if you like. I don’t really expect this post to gain much traction anyways.

Pretty much the idea was that Alphys found a mask that had been stolen and decided to take it back to the lab to test it as a control for the whole “injecting DT into an inanimate object”. Nothing seemingly happens and it’s returned to its owner (Ceroba).

Cue the events of UTY and Alphys eventually finds a seemingly broken mask that by some unknown means is holding itself together. Gets paranoid about it since it seems to keep reappearing and disappearing, which leads to her locking it away in a side room where Kanako was placed so that she didn’t fuse with the other Amalgamates (The latter part about Kanako being a thing from the unmentioned AU so ignore that if you want since I have an idea like some people that her body reacted a bit different to the DT and she didn’t melt fully/is somewhat stable) and forgetting about it.

It somehow escapes and soon becomes an urban legend of the underground about a mask that possesses any and all that dares to put it on.

I call this creature Masky (Yeah a “totally original” name, though I also like the name Kumiho (Korean Nine tailed fox) with what I have in mind for his abilities (Namely the soul stealing aspect) and partially because that’s what I based the concept on). He’s pretty much Flowey but really cannot do much on his own other than really move around and possibly trick people into wearing him.

When some poor unfortunate soul does end up donning the mask, Masky will then be able to essentially “take over” his new host and use them essentially like a puppet (A bit different from the standard Kumiho/Kitsune but works with the concept of a Fox spirit stealing/eating someone’s soul). The two bodies would essentially share a mind with the original host not being able to do much other then to obey as the vessel pretty much has full control over the host’s body as well as granting them some stronger powers, though a strong willed person or a host that the vessel deems “useless” may be able to break free. Though if anyone gets suspicious, Masky could simply use his new puppet to mask his intentions.

As for this entity’s motivations/personality, I would say Masky would embody mainly Chujin’s more negative traits to a tenfold. Masky despises humans and in a way may even become some sort of twisted “protector” for Monsterkind. Though I could also see there being some motivation for Masky/Chujin looking for a way to be able to see Ceroba and Kanako again (No doubt Masky wouldn’t be too happy with knowing what happened to Kanako), leading to his motivation of seeking out a host alongside 7 Human Souls (Six if the host itself turns out be a human, though I feel more likely I’d make it another monster. I’ll explain in a moment.)

As for when Masky does gain enough souls to transform back to normal. The host will be forced to absorb the Human Souls (The main reason it would likely be a Monster) as Masky also absorbs them and is reborn as Chujin.

And one last thing, like Asriel no doubt in mind that Chujin would be able to take on a Hyperdeath/God form. My idea for this form would be something akin to that of Ceroba’s TP bossfight but perhaps more on the mystical side. First off, Chujin would not have a mask but his face in this form would have markings on it that resemble that of his previous form as Masky. Another detail and to go along with the Kumiho theme I have in mind would be an orb-like object Chujin would hold in his hands and likely use as part of his attacks (This is a reference to the yeowoo guseul or knowledge beads is an orb that is said to give a Kumiho its wisdom as well as allow it to steal the souls of humans)

Also Masky lacks Flowey’s abilities to manipulate SAVES/the world but does retain memories if a reset is pulled.

Well that was a ramble but if you guys like the idea I don’t really mind if you expand upon this, go crazy UTY Fandom! I love you all!!

[wutwutno2]

Borrower Drones Chapter 2!

Uzi's face beeped loudly as her 3:00 A.M. alarm sounded, the numbers glowing brightly as she exited sleep mode. She slapped her face to shut it off and quickly got to work. Uzi quickly got on her feet and scrambled around her room. She put on a fresh change of clothes and threw on her favorite hoodie. She grabbed her railgun and made for her dad's room. 

Khan's door was tricky for Uzi. It was the only one in the house that wasn't borrower-friendly, and for good reason. Her dad had forbade Uzi from entering that room specifically because it couldn't be borrower-friendly. It was full of sharp and heavy tools, and knowing what he knew about Uzi, he knew she would most likely hurt or significantly damage herself inside. Too bad he left the one thing Uzi could ever want in the room so close to the door. 

Uzi used her grapple hook to climb to the keypad, and thanks to seeing Khan put in the code so many times, put the code in by swinging out and landing on the keys.

The door opened with a swoosh. Uzi quickly swung in, grabbed what she wanted, and swung out before the door closed. Uzi slid down some string and inspected her stolen good. It was one of the master keys for the doors. It was the size of Uzi's entire body and looked like the key fob for a car. It was black with three red buttons, one for each door. Each button had a Roman numeral correlating with the door they opened. Uzi quickly wrapped a rubber band around it, attaching it to her back.

Uzi makes her way to door three, the already massive door looking gigantic to Uzi and her tiny form. Uzi takes a deep breath and opens door 3, only to be met with her father.

"Uzi? What are you doing out here at this hour?" Khan took a step forward and bent down to try and pick up Uzi, but stopped when he remembered that she didn't like being held by him. So, he took a few steps back to make looking at each other easier.

"I'm uh... Sneaking out to make out with my totally real boyfriend?" Uzi smiled awkwardly while she rocked on her feet. Despite Khan backing up, she still had to crane her neck to look him in the eyes. His brows furrowed in suspicion. He tried to hold back his laughter, not wanting to patronize his daughter and all, but alas, he couldn't. He burst out laughing a deep belly laugh that had him holding his sides. He quickly recovered and put on his serious dad face.

"I'm serious, Uzi. What are you doing out here?" Khan looked at Uzi with the "don't try me, I'm your dad" look. Uzi couldn't help but shudder under his gaze. Who knew scary dad looks were more powerful when your dad is 12 times your size?

"Okay, okay! I just need to look at the exterior of door one... I need...some ideas f-for a...class project? On doors?" Uzi put on her best poker face for this lie. One wrong expression and her dad would probably ground her for life, which wouldn't be hard given her size.

Luckily for Uzi, Khan fell for it. Khan immediately beamed with excitement. "A school project on doors! Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" Khan picked up Uzi without thinking and brought her into the room between doors one and two, where the rest of the on-duty WDF were huddled around a table playing cards.

"Guys, my daughter has a school project on doors! And she seems pretty interested!" Uzi couldn't help but blush and cover her face in embarrassment as Khan drew attention to her. The other workers in the area began to applaud but quickly switched to groans of annoyance as Khan opened door one, causing the cards to be blown around the room. "She's going to be outside door one for a bit to study it's b-e-a-utiful design if I do say so myself!" Khan bends down and places Uzi on the ground, lightly pushing her towards the open door with pride. "Go, Uzi! Your door-specific destiny awaits!" Uzi was stunned. She couldn't believe that her lie had worked. She turned herself back towards Khan and the other workers and began walking backward out of the bunker.

"Okay then... I guess I'll be leaving. um... Go doors!"

Uzi stopped in her tracks when she saw her dad and the rest of the worker drones hollow-eyed and panicked. She turned around, only to be met with a tall murder drone, a yellow x in the place of eyes, and their nanite acid tail in the control panel for the doors. All the doors opened, and all Uzi could do was freeze in fear and watch.

All the normal-sized worker drones turned and fled. All except for one, who sat at the table in shock. He didn't say a word, only a brief scream that was cut off too soon by the murder drone stabbing him with its tail and cutting off his head. The murder drone then turned to the group of fleeing workers, who hadn't even made it to door three yet. It pulled out a missile launcher and fired three missiles. Two missed and the last one met its mark, shredding two workers in the blast. 

One worker drone turned to see the carnage, only to be met with the murderer pouncing on him and ripping out his throat module with its teeth, The module shrieks as the metal tears from the drone's neck by the metal fangs of the murder drone.

Uzi scrambles to run. Her small size makes her very slow compared to the much larger worker drones. She saw the murder drone commit its carnage in front of her, and yet she forced herself forward in the hopes of reaching safety.

Khan runs to the right side of door three, hovering his hand over the "emergency close" button. He turns back to see one of his coworkers get cut in half with a lazar, they fall to the floor. A face of shock permanently froze on their face. Khan's eyes widen as they meet the eyes of Uzi, who hasn't even passed door two yet. It is then he is forced to make a decision, does he save his daughter and risk the lives of everyone in the bunker? Or does he close the door and doom his only child, but save the lives of everyone in the bunker?

With great sadness, he mouthes a quick, "I'm sorry," and he presses the emergency close. Uzi's eyes widen as she realizes what's happening. 

Door three slams down shut, shaking the area with its weight. The disassembly drone stares at it in an animalistic hunger. It grunts angrily and turns around. It looks around before looking directly at Uzi. . .

Uzi's eyes widened in horror. She could see the thing eyeing her hungrily. She could only watch and tremble as the creature began to crawl on all fours towards her. Its metal claws scraped against the floor with ear-piercing screeches. It switches its claws for hands. It plucks Uzi up by her hood and brings it close to its face. 

Uzi trembled as the murder drone stared at her. Uzi could feel the gaze burning into her core, deciding on whether or not to eat her or pull her apart like string cheese. Uzi's eyes stared at its fangs the thing's gaping maw. Her oil pump pounded in her ears. She never noticed the visor on the drone change from an x to wide curious eyes.

"Woah! What are you?" 

Uzi blinked. 

Did this thing just talk to her? She must be dreaming. She was probably in robo heaven, her body being torn and mangled in an unholy gruesome way. There's no way this thing—

"Can you even hear me? Or are you just scared? Oh jeez, you must be uncomfortable with me holding you like that! Here let me..." The drone brought up its other hand and placed Uzi into it before cupping both hands around her. Uzi just stared up at the drone confused, she had not expected the drone that just killed most of her dad's coworkers to be so friendly to her. 

"I um... Thank you?" Uzi stammered, not sure what to say. She looked the drone up and down to get a better idea of what she was dealing with. 

The drone was tall, even for a normal worker drone. It presented as male with its voice and clothes, which consisted of a giant black jacket with a fluffy tan fur collar, a yellow armband, and a pilot's cap. The drone's hair was a mid-length and silver. It shined beautifully in the fluorescent lights of the hallway. If Uzi wasn't so closed off, she would have admitted she thought he was handsome. 

"Oh! I forgot to introduce myself!" The murder drone tilted his hand so that Uzi was cupped in only one as he brought the other to his head in a salute. "I'm Serial Designation N! It's nice to meet you!" 

"Uzi." Uzi hesitated for a moment before asking, "Are you gonna eat me?" Uzi looked into N's eyes, trying to find a hint of malice or dishonesty, but finding none. Instead, N's eyes softened and he frowned a little. "No? Why would I—? Oh. Right. Biscuits! I forgot I'm a disassembly drone! Ha ha! Sorry, for, you know, killing everyone..." N spoke softly, trying not to scare the tiny worker he held in his hand. Uzi began to calm down as the air of danger lifted. She breathed a sigh of relief before replying to N with, "It's fine, I guess."

"So as I said earlier, what are you? I have never seen a drone as small as you. It's really adorable!" Uzi blushed a little and her eyebrows furrowed in anger, a little anger emoticon forming in the corner of her visor. She did not like being called adorable, especially in reference to her size.

"I'm not adorable! And I'm a borrower drone! A defiantly not at all useless type of drone!" Her tiny outburst was met with a smile from N. "Oh, so that's what borrower drones are! I always heard J and V talk about them and how they're supposedly more delicious than a normal worker drone, but looking at you I just can't bring myself to find out if that's true!"

Uzi's visor showed nervous sweat marks. She tried to pivot the conversation away from N's diet of workers and what she would taste like compared to everyone else. "W-Who's V and J? Are they... friends of yours?" 

N's eyes hollowed in realization and he collected his thoughts. "V and J are my squadmates! They're actually pretty cool! Okay, so, V . . ."

Cut to a scene in a back ally of the crumbling city. A slightly shorter than N disassembly drone with thinner more pointy legs, similar length and color hair, and a crop top jacket with a similar armband to N can be seen standing over a white-eyed worker drone with an orange winter coat. 

The worker tried to crawl away, but when he turned around, V was right on top of him. 

"No! Please! Let me live! I have a family! Plea—!" The drone fell dead as his head underwent rapid separation from his body with a blade. V stood over her kill triumphantly. She picked up the drone's head and whispered, "I know, they're next," before crushing the head in her claws and letting the oil drip down her arm. 

Just out of V's sight, N watched on with starry-eyed admiration.

"V's amazing! And J . . ." 

N lies on the ground with a pointed foot on his neck. A slightly larger disassembly drone stands over him. She wears a suit with a yellow dress shirt that matches the yellow armband on her arm. She has slightly darker silver hair that she wears in long pigtails on either side of her head. She looks down at N with disdain.

"N, you are worthless, terrible, and worth more as scrap. If you don't get your act together, and I get JCJenson in Spaaaaacccee!!!!! approval, I will kill you myself!"

 "J is just the best boss ever!" N was about to continue when Uzi cut him off with, "Yeah yeah, they sound like terrible people. Can we talk about something else? Like..."

Suddenly, two figures land just outside the bunker. They look into the bunker curiously with yellow Xs over their eyes and wings protruding from their backs. They slowly walk towards N, their wings fold into their backs and their tails swing side to side threateningly.

Uzi, sensing the danger dives into a pocket on N's coat, surprising the larger drone. N opens his mouth to protest but shuts it when J speaks to him, her yellow x replaced with two ovals. 

"Wow, N. Did you really get into the bunker? The company will love this for sure." J slowly steps closer to N as V pipes up.

"Yeah, N! Nice work! I mean, you didn't get past this door—" V points her thumb at door three over her shoulder, "—but you still managed to get a lot of carnage done!"

N stares at his two squadmates stunned. Praise? For him? Who had ever heard of such a thing? N's processors went into overdrive to hold his straight face together.

J and V looked at the third door, looking for any potential weakness they could exploit. Inside N's pocket, Uzi was freaking out and trying to hold still. She definitely didn't want to get caught by N's squadmates. Sweat icons dripped down her visor rapidly. All Uzi could think about were all the potential and creative ways she could be killed by the disassemblers. She clutched the master key to the doors as if it would save her.

J sighs and turns away from the door, flipping her hands and shrugging her shoulders in an "oh well" gesture. "Welp, looks like there's no possible way for us to open this door. Let's go home. Sun's about to rise."

Uzi sighs quietly in relief. She squeezes the key one more time, only to hear the worst thing possible at that moment; a click.

Door three rumbled as it lifted. V stood stunned, but J took her chance. She dived for the door. Uzi, in a moment of blind panic, managed to click the key again. 

The door shut, not with a slam, but a crunch. J's torso was under the door when it shut. Her body twitched as it leaked oil. After a few seconds, it stopped. J was dead, and Uzi, the borrower drone, killed her. Granted, it's not the method Uzi wanted, but killing a disassembly drone was an impressive feat, even for a worker. 

V and N stared stunned, they didn't know what to do. Their leader was dead, and they saw no one around to kill her. Only N had any inkling of an idea as to who killed her. He reached into his pocket and scooped Uzi out. He held her in his palms while she tried to hide behind the door key.

"Uzi, what did you do? Wait, was it you? I don't know! I'm sorry for blaming you! Maybe it was an accident?" N rambled as Uzi trembled and apologized profusely, begging not to be killed.

V stared at the two in silence before grinning widely. She traded her eyes for an x and her hand for claws. She pounced at Uzi, N moving her out of V's path just in the nick of time.

N looked at V stunned and she growled. "N, give me the borrower. You're clearly not going to eat it, so just give it to me." V pounced again, and N dodged again. 

"No! I can't let you hurt her, V!" N blocked Uzi from V with his hand, pressing her against his chest. V swung at his arm and missed, but made N move it and Uzi behind his back. 

"Fine then! I guess I'll just take her myself!" V swapped her claws for swords and swung at N, the latter using his own sword hand to block the attack.

"V, stop!" N cried, pushing V away. N may have the same strength as V, but his feet are more stable, and thus he was able to put more effort into keeping V back than she could put into her attacks.

N swapped his sword for his hands. V lunged at him, and before she could swing, N grabbed her by the chestplate. "What the—!"

N lifted V slightly and slammed her into the ground. Thinking quickly, he put Uzi down and tied up V with her own tail before she could re-orient herself. 

"Oh my robo god V, I'm so sorry! I wasn't thinking! Please don't be too mad! Let's just go back to the spire, okay?" V glared at N and pouted, feeling embarrassed at being defeated by the failure of the squad. 

N grabbed V to take her to the spire and offered his hand to Uzi for her to climb on. Uzi, feeling like she had no choice when faced with the giant, chose to climb on. N brought her up to his shoulder where Uzi got off his hand and sat next to his fur collar, clutching at it for stability. If there's anything she could say positivially about N, it would probably be that despite his lack of knowledge, he still could handle a borrower like her well. 

Uzi sighed and then screamed as N took off for the spire, carrying V in his arms and flying slowly to keep Uzi from falling. Uzi was now going to be living with two murder drones and one of them wanted her dead. Rolled her eyes as she clung to N.

"Oh robo god, what have I gotten myself into?"

[smalife1234]

Alrighty this is our second weekly smiles going strong! We had a big week so be prepared! It's going to be a lengthy read but an enjoyable one at that!

What made me smile this week?

Monday, 8/5/24 - today is our birthday 🎂!!! Woo hoo! We spent time at the mall and bought many things. We got Pokemon packs for our birthday and a tablet, which we have been having a blast on! We have been playing all sorts of games and having a good time! It certainly made me smile! First, we went to Claire's, and then we headed to Books a Million and got a few things! And a yummy large hot chocolate! It made me smile!

Tuesday, 8/6/24 - it's a day after our birthday! And we have been having a blast with our tablet! But the morning of we woke up to our friend calling us at 6:00 Am! Because her boyfriend broke up with her, she was devastated and crying. It did not make me smile, but playing on our tablets and making more progress on our Subway Surfers game! It made me smile! I had my 35 rounds of chemotherapy! And my wife started my water-drinking challenge! To further prevent UTI and automatic dysreflexia (AD), she completed her first day, and it made us smile!

Wednesday, 8/7/24 - today is the second day with our tablet! We have more progress on our games! I got a 50,000! Which is amazing! We mainly chilled and had some of our cake! It was a chill yet fun day! And it made me smile!

Thursday, 8/8/24 - today, we chilled with our friend Big Donny and tried out our friend's wheelchair! We thought it was hilarious and we had a fun time playing and hanging out! It made me smile!

Friday, 8/9/24 - sadly, our friend Willam got diagnosed with ALS, so he is starting his journey today, and we wish him all the best! But today, we continued playing on our tablets and laughing a lot about the sounds of our trachs. We were all dying of laughter! And we had a lovely photoshoot that turned out amazing! We filmed our reactions, and we all loved the photos. My wonderful husband Matthew took the photos, and they all look amazing!! It made us all smile! Our friend Luz was doing some cool spinning tricks in her wheelchair, which made us all in shock and laugh as she kept falling. Don't worry, she was laughing as well ;)! It made us smile!

Saturday 8/10/24 - today I woke up super late but chillied in the morning! I had to do my 36th round of chemotherapy! And I have wrist surgery! Which sucks but I recovered quickly! And not in too much pain! Which is always good! We chilled the rest of the night and uploaded another weekly vlog! It made us smile!

Sunday, 8/11/24 - our Dr appointment is tomorrow! So I can't wait! I found out that my eye doctor appointment got rescheduled and was scheduled for October! more waiting fun.. but we went to Grandma's house today, and we found out we're staying a couple of nights, so we will be picked up around noon on a Tuesday! Yay, and we're staying till Friday! So, a couple of days with Grandma, which is good since school is starting soon! So that's always fun :) at Grandma's, we played a game called “Make it Quick!” It is a game where you have to answer names or items based on the genera of that card in 14 seconds based on 1 letter that's wrapped around a purple board. We had a fun time playing that. For the Sunday dinner, we had potato salad, which was amazing! We had some ham and green beans and ranch-style beans that tasted yummy! And then we got a late birthday card that said “Happy birthday we love you - Grandma & grandfather”! The card contained 40$, which we appreciated very much! We had a blast at Grandma's, but sadly, we have to do more filming and editing and more planning as running a YouTube channel is hard work, but we like it! We had a busy yet fun day :)!

What made you smile this week?

Img desc #1: doc is seen smiling outside with someone. Doc is wearing a white short sleeves shirt and her atrophied arms are resting on the joystick of her electric wheelchair

Img desc #2: doc is seen in an airport she is smiling while wearing a black short-sleeved shirt and black sweatpants she is in her electric wheelchair

Img desc #3: shows Doc smiling with a group of people she is wearing a black hat paired with a white short-sleeved shirt brown shorts and white shoes she is in her electric wheelchair

Img desc #4: shows a picture of the pretty sky as they're headed home from a nice time at Grandma's house

Img desc #5: show the game "Make it quick"! A game that requires fast skill thinking!

Img desc #6: shows a picture of Grandma and grandfather holding an ultrasound that we call the baby "bunny" There is a reaction video but we decided to hold off until the weekly vlog :)

Img desc #7: shows Doc wide awake in bed. It only shows her head is wide. it is dark in her bedroom!

Img desc #8: doc is seen smiling in a grey professional photoshoot she is seen wearing a black short-sleeved shirt and black skinny jeans

Img desc #9: shows two slices of pepperoni pizza and two garlic knots which were yummy!

[masteroftacos]

My sweet girl was so brave today (but also still very high and pissed at me.)

Photos: before, during and after.

We had to go to the vet today because she was going to the litter box back to back, which I've dealt with before, she's a known UTI girlie. However, this was the first time I've had to leave her at the vet for the day since her spay, because they needed to take samples. It was a lot for both of us. I drove home in a rain storm after dropping her off, parked, got through the mud room, then proceeded to ugly sob for A WHILE.

Turns out 500$ and 4 hours later she's got cat anxiety (father, like daughter) and got herself so worked up she gave herself a bladder infection, so she's going to be on cat xannies and wet food for a month.

She's a covid cat and I work from home, so she's never known life without me, and turns out we're both pretty dependent on each other. One to many visits with friends and nights out this month took a toll and I can't help but feel to blame.

Anyway, she's home safe, but doesn't trust me right now, but I'm still hoping tonight she sleeps on my ribs like every other night.

[frozenhi-chews]

idk much about starlo actually can you tell me about him :]]]] @ghost--girlfriend

FREAKING STARLO-

There's gonna be spoilers, so-

Okay so, he's in Undertale Yellow, the Undertale fangame that came out in December of last year. And tbh I was preoccupied with other things so. Yeah that's why I didn't get into UTY until the last couple days of January. (But it did mean there's a lotta fanart now so. Huehue)

STARLO HIMSELF THO. HOUGH GOSH I love him. He's the Sheriff and leader of the Fiesty Five, running a small town in the Wild East. He goes by North Star, then, his sheriff persona.

(Sorry for the crappy screenshot, I was taking a very excited video seeing him for the first time in-game)

Like from the get-go you can tell he's kinda a dork. And a lovable one too! In game, he sees that Clover's a human, takes them, and locks poor Martlet (the blue bird girl) in jail. She's a Royal Guard, having her there is a risk. And Star just deceives Clover is gonna be his Deputy. All because they're human! He also says this and it's funny

(He's talking about those scenes in Westerns when humans ride horses into the sunset, but bc he doesn't know anything about the surface, he thinks they're riding into a big ball of fire. And I said that the horses were fireproof too, it's just funny!)

He takes you on all these silly missions just to train you/Clover as his Deputy. He gets you a gun, makes you have a "dual" with him (he pronounces "duel" as "dual"), does a train trolley problem. Says this

Best line in the game, hands down.

When he makes Clover the Deputy, his friends are VERY much upset. Thinking it was just a regular spot. Stars goes to get something, the Fiesty Four battle Clover, he comes back VERY much upset, and they talk about how much he's changed since Clover arrived. One by one they just. Quit. And he's very much upset about this.

You follow him and FREKAING BATTLE TIME-

His theme "Showdown!" is SO GOOD-

Asking why Clover walked into town, talking about how the sheriff stuff is pointless and "monsterkind's hero" is a title covered in blood. Cuz then he's realizing stuff. He wants to make amends and fix his posse. He wants to fix his relationships. Thinking that taking Clover's soul is the only way to do it. Even tying them up in a lasso so it's harder for them to move. (You make him shoot his own lasso) (he's also left handed :3)

Badda bing badda boom, one shot left, and before he shoots you, his childhood friend Ceroba comes around and tells him to stop it. It's a really good scene, her telling him that no one hates him, just the reckless sheriff front he's made. She wants the real him back, the innocent farmer he was. He accepts and just-

HE'S SO FREAKING CUTE????? LIKE OH MY GOSH!!!

Yeah he's a nerd. But gosh dangit I love him!!

You can even go to the farm where he's from and see his family. He's got a brother, mother, and father. Turns out he's a really good singer! Oughh-! Also his mom said he used to have a crush on Ceroba, but was devastated when she got engaged to someone else. Ah, such is heartbreak.

They were close friends, still are

(Also I love how his hand isn't even touching her. Poor mans had such a huge crush on her)

Gosh he's adorable.

He's also a really good friend. He made the Wild East town and North Star front just to make Ceroba and others happy. Give them a slice of the surface when there was none. Distract them, make them happy. It's all one big silly roleplay thing and it does make the monsters there happy.

Also in genocide you don't even fight him. You have a duel and shoot him. If he does it first, he has a BB gun and admits that he's a fraud and thanks you for making him feel cool for a second before Ceroba finds you and comforts him as he's dying.

Which is funny, cuz he didn't seem all that opposed to literature shooting an innocent child and throwing TNT at them!! All for breaking up his posse too. Although he kinda did it himself, and he is a lot more emotionally charged. But it's still crazy to think he would lasso and shoot at an innocent kid, but in Genocide, faced with a literal murderer, he just shoots you with a toy gun. Like DUDE YOU HAVE YOUR OWN REVOLVER. USE THAT!! Even if it's not a fight and just a QTE, at least have him shoot the kid-

That sounds weird out of context

He's just. I love him. I love him so much, this adorable guy who's trying his best to make others happy. Just. I love him!!

Shoot for the stars, Space Cowboy

[pornoes]

what really gets me is that no doctor is gonna believe me. what are the odds that every birth control is either harmful or ineffective for someone?

My first gyno, the one who asked if my husband gave me permission to have tattoos, prescribed me the birth control pill. I took that for a couple years until I stopped seeing that gyno after her and her staff repeatedly shamed me for my body count. The next gyno I saw had me stop the birth control pill asap because it puts me at risk for a stroke, something the last gyno would have known but didn’t tell me.

I moved shortly after and had to find a new doctor, and I had to start telling them I couldn’t take estrogen (migraines with aura) and couldn’t use condoms (latex allergy). once I shared those tidbits then the quality of care that i received tanked. appointments were cut short, my concerns were ignored, i was told to “google it” when I asked questions. I tried a few different doctors and it all went that way - They start off super cheerful, super helpful, super eager. Then they offer to put me on the pill and I tell them, “nope, sorry, that’ll kill me.” and BAM– they wrap the appointment up and get me out of there.

It’s important to note that while all of this is going on, I am also having pain in my ovaries thats only getting more regular and more intense, and I brought this up at every appointment. As of today I’ve had this pain for 8 years. But doctors wouldn’t help me with it once they found out I couldn’t go on birth control.

The pain was so excruciating that eventually, in hopes of finally getting treatment for it, I gave in and got the IUD. That was something I never wanted and was honestly quite afraid of. That didn’t do shit either. It gave me 8/10 pain level cramps 24/7 plus an infection. I saw a doctor, he laughed at me when I said “pull out” instead of “withdrawal” while I sat naked on the exam table and gave me antibiotics, and advised me not to eat after taking the meds.

So I did that, I was diligent and trying my best. But the antibiotics made me so sick I couldn’t get up and I found myself laying on the floor, reluctantly eating saltines after vomiting over and over. I went back to the doctor, still in pain, and asked to have the IUD removed. He saw there was still an infection and asked if I ate, so i told him I had saltines because I couldn’t stop vomiting. He shook his head and said “I told you not to eat”.

I got the IUD removed. Turns out it had rotated and lowered and was stabbing into my uterus. After explaining this, the doctor immediately said “okay let’s put this back in!” which I refused. I mean I just got the horrible thing out, why would I want to put it back?? And right away, too! The doctor did not like this. While I laid there naked on the exam table except for that little robe… He shook his head again, laughed, and said “well don’t come crying to me when you’re another statistic” and gave me the silent treatment for the rest of the appointment. No, really. He said to his tech stuff like, “tell the patient that she’s going to feel some pain for the next few days” until he left the room.

I avoided the gyno for 3 years after that. Fast forward to this year and the pain in my ovaries/ uterus is nearly constant. Just moving around and stretching hurt. Peeing hurt! and not in the UTI way; in a way that feels like my bladder is being torn in half. So I brace myself and go to a new gyno.

It went just about as good as I could ever hope for at this point. Meaning she was brief with me and wouldnt answer any follow up questions, but she didn’t mock me, and most importantly, she didn’t try to tell me the pain was imagined.

But there wasn’t really anything she could really do. Like I did with all the other doctors, I told her my family history of endometriosis. She was more taken back by this than any of the others though. She told me I couldn’t take estrogen, but I could take progesterone and that would be a birth control AND help with the pain. She wrote me a script, told me to google dosage/administration, and was gone

So we’re up to present day now. I take the mini pill every day at 5pm and have been taking it since March. And my period is now a full week late. Of fucking course.

[storytime-reviews]

The Vagina Bible Book Review

As a physician with twenty-five years of clinical experience, Dr. Jen Gunter is all too familiar with the fears, fallacies and misinformation that abound about vaginal health. On Twitter, she hilariously exposes unscientific wellness advice and debunks potentially harmful and stunningly unnecessary products from “vagina profiteers.” Dr. Gunter knows the questions women (and men) have about female sexual health, and in The Vagina Bible, she answers them all.

Rating: ★★★★

When I saw this book I decided I had to give it a go because I’ve always enjoyed Dr Gunter’s moments on Twitter when she exposes outrageous lies about women’s health. Whilst I didn’t read The Vagina Bible looking for any information in particular, I not only found it informative, but it also covered many relevant issues. I ended up finding it really helpful for me personally.

Dr Gunter covers all kinds of information, directly taking on misinformation and popular myths, as well as the answers to questions her patients often have for her. The Vagina Bible is not only full of important information, it’s also really easy to read and assembled well, so you could either read it from cover to cover, or instead use as a reference book. Each chapter ends with a summary of the main points, which is also incredibly helpful.

Personally, I would recommend reading the whole thing, because you are bound to learn so many things you didn’t know before, and that are likely to help make important health decisions in your daily life.

The Vagina Bible begins with some basic anatomy, then covers topics from STIs and hair removal, to vaginal health conditions, to the pros and cons of different menstruation products and whether you should wear underwear or not (turns out it doesn’t matter either way). Dr Gunter wades her way through the medical literature to tell us what we do and don’t know about various medical conditions (including UTIs, yeast infections and bacterial vaginosis) and vaginal products (such as douching, steaming and the like) that purport to improve vaginal health.

Dr Gunter’s words are easy to follow, and The Vagina Bible is both informative and interesting. You are certain to be both educated and entertained with this book.

[justcallmedust]

He came home from work, changed and primped, and said he was 'going for a walk'.

Over the last 3 weeks I've had this itch in my back of my mind telling me something wasnt right. Its actually been brewing for longer but I could not put my finger on it.

2 fridays ago, or 3 weeks ago tomorrow, I was introduced to a neighbor couple who I had previously thought was an old couple that he did work for. As it turns out, he must have just led me to believe that because they are actually younger than me. I also discovered this was the couple he went camping with last fall around halloween - which I was led to believe was just a "couple of old guys that needed his help". This is also the couple that has ensured he's been trashed the last 4 weekends in a row... despite the fact that he had stopped drinking completely in november.

To make matters worse, upon meeting them, I discovered how close of a relationiship he has had with these people. So close, the wife was leaning on him and hugging him, laughing at inside jokes and whispering into his ears.. like she was his high school girl friend. I decided to just watch what happened and found myself extremely uncomfortable with both of them, and low key positive he fucked this lady.

I chewed on that for a week, talked it over with my bestie and we both decided this was very sus. Last weekend apparently this couple went away and asked my husband to hold onto a package that had been delivered to their house. Sunday as we were cleaning up a section of the garage, this lady came walking in saying something all cutesy and went straight to grab his ass.. until she saw me on the other side of the garage and she took a few steps back and said hello.. tone changed. She relayed an invite from her husband to come over for a cigar later, to which my husband agreed and I was obviously unable to attend because I am a vitrual teen taxi service all weekend. An she joked.. oh hahaha the life of a mother.. haha. yeah ha ha ha bitch. No.

As she was leaving I was heading out to drop off a teen and pick one up. I came back, helped him finish putting everything back into the garage.. which he wanted finished post haste. He ate something once we were done and went right over.. this was around 6:30pm. I still had to pick up kids, do some food shopping and make sure everyone had clean clothes and charged chromebooks.. fun stuff.

He did not walk back into the house until 1:21am and he was hammered. Yelled at me and stumbled into bed, only to wake up the following day and deny being out that late.

There have been a few instances since then where he's just disappeared with no explaination and I have myself convinced he's cheating. Also, I've had BV and a UTI within the last 2 months.

I just.. I mean, there's just no way Im crazy right?

[1016anon]

Title: So This Is Love Author: 1016anon Fandom: Bridgerton Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sharma Summary: Sticky and sweet.

A/N -- Food kink.

Please note: it is never my intent to kink-shame. In this drabble series, Anthony and Kate are exploring and having fun; not everything is going to be to their tastes.

- 2 -

"Anthony, what is that."

"Chocolate syrup."

"I can see that."

"Then why did you ask?"

"Fine, let me rephrase: why are you naked and holding chocolate syrup whilst looking like the world's worst advert for ergonomic mattresses?"

"World's sexiest advert, I should think."

"I am not licking chocolate sauce off your dick."

"That's fine, darling, because I will be doing all the licking."

"Anthony, we just bought this duvet."

"We'll buy another one."

"I like these sheets!"

"Is it just me, or do you not want to have sex?"

"I want to have sex!"

"Then what exactly is the problem?"

"I don't want to have to throw out our duvet and sheets because we can't get the stains out."

"The romance in our relationship is gone."

"You are the one who complains when Newton gets dog hair on the sofa."

"Then what do you suggest?"

"We should watch porn."

"Porn.  You want to watch porn to see how to lick chocolate syrup off one's partner's body."

"I want to see the set."

"Let's just–"

"Where are you going?"

"To the kitchen, where bloody else would I go?"

"No, I think I've seen people put a plastic sheet on the surface."

"Kate."

"Maybe if we cut a garbage bag."

"Kate."

"It should be called safe, sane, sanitary and consensual."

"I think the 'sanitary' is implied in 'safe' and–"

"Anthony!"

"Take your clothes off, lie down on these lovely sheets, and let me lick chocolate off your nipples, is that so difficult?"

Kate narrowed her eyes at him and began taking her shirt off very slowly.  Normally Anthony would appreciate a strip tease, but he was, quite frankly, frustrated, aroused, annoyed.  All for some chocolate syrup.

It almost wasn't worth the effort, but now that he'd spent so much time convincing Kate to let him have the dessert he deserved after a long day at the office, he was in it to win it.  Kate was going to let him lick every inch of her, she was going to enjoy it, and she was going to beg.  She had thrown down the gauntlet; his honor was at stake.

Which was why he pounced whilst her back was turned, carefully hanging up her trousers in the closet and taking off her bra. 

Anthony manhandled her to the bed and he tightened his grip when she began struggling; he'd decided he required some assistance from the cuffs and spreader bar.

"Green?"

"I hate you."

"That's not what I asked."

"Green, and I still hate you."

"You can hate me while I'm making you come," he replied as he cuffed her and raised her hands above her head, attaching them to the convenient chain installed above the foot of their bed.

Anthony had initially planned on having her kneel in the middle of the bed, then decided he didn't want to deal with her glaring at him for accidentally getting a drop of syrup on the sheets.

The things he did for her.  It could only be love.

"I don't want the spreader bar."

"Your complaint has been duly noted and ignored."

"Anthony, I can keep my legs spread."

"I'm glad to hear it," he adjusted the bar to the desired width and moved her legs.

She sighed as though this was the most onerous task in the world.

Lastly, because he did love her and did not want to die post coitus, he braided her hair and secured it in a bun.

"Color?" he asked, chocolate syrup in hand.

"Green."

"Good."

"You had better not use the syrup as lube, Anthony."

"It was one time."

"You didn't have to deal with a UTI!"

"I had to deal with you, which was just as bad, if not worse."

He looked at her, concerned.

"Darling, we don't have to try food kink."

"Anthony, if you don't start making good on your promises to lick chocolate off my nipples, I'm going to scream."

"Oh, been thinking about that, have we?"

"Patron Saint of Sexual Frustration."

"Patron Saint of Sexual Revelation.  Color?"

Her expression softened.

"Green.  Truly, Anthony, green."

"I'll have to punish you for being a brat."

"Only if you win tonight."

"Kate, I always play to win."

"Then you better make it good."

Anthony was fairly certain they would not engage in food kink often, given the actual fussiness it brought out in Kate.  Nevertheless, he was determined to make it good because he was going to Win At Sex tonight.

-later-

"I'm sticky."

"I'm thirsty.  The syrup was too sweet."

"I don't think you were meant to drizzle it all over me."

Anthony nodded, then made a face.

"We're not doing that again," she said, crossing it off their list.

"We might like other types of food play."

"Yes, Anthony, truly, I'm so very excited by the thought of fucking you with a carrot while I have a cucumber dildo up my ass, then after we've both come, I'll finish it all by pouring balsamic vinaigrette on your abs and feed us tidbits of our anal salad."

"Anal salad?!?!  How do you even think of these things?!"

"Admit defeat."

"Yes!  I could have gone my entire life without the image you provided."

"Be thankful I didn't add lettuce somewhere in there.  You'd never be able to look at a salad again."

"What would– no don't answer that.  I don't need to know."