#why do they get snow and we don’t 🤬

[westerberg]

Having da time of my life in North Dakota

[kkukverse]

can we have a drabble or oneshot where the oc says 'i can't pay for anything* this time' or offers to split the budget 50/50 and jungkook literally😒😤😡🤬 gets mad like I'm your man I'm responsible for you etc🤭hehehhe make me a delululu, I don't have work tomorrow♥️😂

I'M SORRY I TOOK TOO LONG TO REPLY! T _ T

anyway, here, enjoy some almost tooth rotting sweet jk. hope you had an amazing rest.

.......

It’s getting colder each day and all you ever wanted now is a hot and spicy soup. You want to sweat after spending a whole day working. Everyone looks gloomy and unmotivated. Perhaps it’s because tomorrow is the weekend. And the weather is not helping at all. 

You're listening to a podcast and it is said that it’s going to snow tonight. It instantly brings a smile to your face. Someone you love adores snow. 

Hours spent at work and your mind is full of that someone that keeps you warm the whole night before. And how he hugs you tightly, very reluctant to let you go to work. He is lucky he gets to work from home today. Knowing that there is someone waiting eagerly for you to come home is lucky too. 

You have about one hour before your office hour ends, and you cannot wait to enjoy the rest of the day outside of this boring chilly concrete. You miss him terribly.

As if being summoned, he called.

“Hello, Jungkook” wincing at your own raspy voice. An effect after  a whole day of not talking to anyone. 

“Ah, my heart. How I miss hearing your beautiful voice.” Jungkook sigh, 

He is always like this, even when your voice is as hoarse as sandpaper, Jungkook still thinks it’s the most beautiful melody he has ever heard, and it always makes you grin like a teenage girl.

“I crave hotpot,” you whine on the phone. Staying true to the teenage girl character. You only act this way for him. Only him. 

“Oh dear, let’s go get some, then. ” Jungkook chuckles. He loves it when you whine to him, requesting something from him, yapping and just being clingy with him. You make him  feel like a real man to you.

“Nevermind,” You suddenly said. You know Jungkook always agrees to your requests. But deep in your heart, you feel selfish. You just wanted to voice your cravings but he is taking it seriously.

“Why?” Now, he puts you on speaker as he shuts down his computer. He is frowning now at your sudden change of mood.

“I just don’t want it. I can cook something later,” you reasoned.

“Baby, we can get it. I’m done with my work. I’m picking you up, and let’s go to our usual hotpot place. Okay?” 

“Jungkook, I can-“

“What is it? What’s on your pretty little head?”

Your fingers are tapping on your desk.

Damn you, Jeon Jungkook. You always know what’s on my mind

“Okay, let’s go for a hotpot.” You agreed. Avoiding him to pry even deeper into your mind. 

“Yeay. That’s my girl, let me treat you,” Jungkook cheers. Your silly man.

“But, I’m paying.” You cut his celebration short.

“No.” he said sternly.

“Yes, Jungkook. I am paying this time.” You want to stand on your decision this time around. If it’s up to him, he is willing to go broke for the whole month just to treat you. 

“Baby, we’re gonna end this conversation and I’m buying you food.” Jungkook’s tone turned flat. It is a sign that he is very adamant on this matter.

“You just spent a lot on the car service, I don’t want to burden you.” You finally blurted out the real reason. 

“That’s it? That’s the reason why you don’t want me to pay?” Jungkook was shocked at first and now he just burst out laughing. “Oh baby, have some faith in me, I still have some money. What do you think I am? Even if my wallet becomes dry, I can eat cucumbers for days. I just can't let my baby’s craving go unsatisfied. My mom's gonna kill me if she finds out. ” Jungkook reassured you.

“Not funny,” you mumble. In truth, you’re about to laugh too, not because of what he said, but because Jungkook always finds a way to make you laugh.

“Plus, it’s not good for the baby if the mommy’s craving is not fulfilled. The baby will be born with drools coming out of their little mouth. Why? Because their father is incompetent. So, my dear, let’s have some hotpot, okay?” He adds. 

Inside the warm hotpot restaurant, your heart and belly are filled to the brim. Jungkook is a champion for spicy food, he keeps on requesting chilli oil as dipping sauce. Your heart flutters every time you look at his reddened cheeks. You just hope the baby comes out as an exact copy of Jeon Jungkook.

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (6)

*This ain’t a funeral!* Read [this] first.

Lysistrata: Coryo, that was so beautiful! Your voice was ✨perfection✨.☺️

Coryo: Thanks, Bestie! The Grandma’am had to ✨hit✨ me a lot to make my voice sound like an angel~.💅

Festus: Hit you?😰 What do you mean??

Coryo: My crazy Grandma’am said that I’m not allowed to ✨EAT✨ or ✨SLEEP✨ if I can’t get the tone and lyrics right!☺️

Festus: Coryo, are you okay-

Coryo: Now my voice is perfect!! Lucy Gray Who! My abdomen has never been bruiser- I mean, better.😌

Lysistrata: Coryo, my dear, do you need me to call Child Welfare Services?🥺

Coryo: Child Welfare Services? Does Panem even have such thing? And who’s gonna be the head of that department? Dean Casca Highbottom or Dr.Gaul?

Sejanus: I wish!😡 *glares at Strabo Plinth*

Coryo: Babe, why is your father even here?

Sejanus: He’s going to drive us back to school after-

Strabo: *leans down and whispers to Coryo* Hello, my little son-in-law. How are you?

Coryo: Hello, Father-in-law. I’m fine. Thank you.

Strabo: Do you want to know about the time when your gorgeous father and I went “stargazing” together in the middle of the night?🥰

Coryo: No.

Lysistrata: I want to know!

Festus: Me too!

Strabo: My darling Crassus and I were roommates.😏

Sejanus: Pa, don’t embarrass me in front of my boyfriend!😫

Strabo: But-

Sejanus: Go away or wait in the car!

Strabo: Strabo is sad now.😞

Sejanus: Goodbye, schemer.

Strabo: Goodbye, my idiot heir.

Sejanus: Shoo.

Strabo: See you later, Little Snow.

Coryo: Father-in-law, can you buy 3 gallons of peppermint ice cream and 2 boxes of spinach pizza on the way out? I’m hungry.

Strabo: Anything for Little Snow.😊

Coryo: Thanks.

Festus: Yo, Coryo, can you also ask old Mr. Plinth if he could buy us burgers and fries-

Coryo: No.

Festus: *turns to Sejanus* Bestie, can you ask your old man to buy us burgers and fries?

Sejanus: No.

Festus: Pretty please?🥺🙏

Sejanus: My Coryo said no.

Festus: But I want burgers and fries!😭

Arachne: *on a hospital bed with a neck brace* Oi! Oi, idiots! Why are you even here?! Visiting hours are over!

Coryo: To be fair, the doctors said that we can have a sleepover-

Arachne: Inside my hospital room?! Are you crazy?! I told the school that I’m not dying! Dammit!😡

Sejanus: Our dearest Felix Ravinstill told us to visit and sing you the ✨Gem of Panem✨, Arachne~.☺️

Festus: He’s so considerate.

Arachne: Well, tell our stupid Class President to suck ass and leave me be!

Lysistrata: Why?🥺

Arachne: Because Gem of F*ckin’ Panem is only sung in good or bad occasions!

Coryo: This occasion is pretty good to me-

Arachne: It’s not my freaking wedding or funeral, you dumbass!

Festus: To be fair, me, Lizzie, and Coryo are only here for the food.😋

Coryo: Your evil mom’s apple pie is to die for.

Arachne: But why is idiot Plinth even here?!

Sejanus: I’m Coryo’s sugar daddy- I mean, boyfriend. So. . .

Arachne: Get the f*ck out.

Lysistrata: *pulls out a camera from her bag* Can’t do that. Sejanus and I were tasked by Felix to take pictures. So smile-

Arachne: Get that f*ckin’ camera off my face!

Coryo: Nope. Felix said that as the Class President, it is his duty to prove that you’re still alive and kicking-

Arachne: Get out.

Lysistrata: What was that? We can’t seem to hear-

Arachne: GET OUT!!🤬🔪

[privatethoughts34442]

My father this evening gave me a reminder of something my brother had said a couple of weeks ago

My brother complained about how I was tracking ice and snow into the house and getting it all over the floor and stairs.

And then my father says basically the same thing.

So i’m taking a moment to reflect here because in a way this moment today is extremely nuanced.

You see, I have zero idea exactly how much my brother and dad are inconvenienced by this behavior. I’d like to imagine that if I were mentally healthy, I would believe it to be a truly small thing. Not intended to be understood as bad. Simply something to be aware of.

But here’s what I am thinking. I have a lack of ability to communicate here that I need to understand some things and that means I need them explained to me.

Here’s a question. “Do I take my shoes off in the room between outside and the dining room?” The answer is obviously yes and my not thinking it is the cause of this problem. I didn’t think to do it because as it happens I’m not the most limber and I rely on sitting down to tie my shoes. And now, tomorrow afternoon, I have to sit down in this closet-like space my family has saw fit to cram with a filing cabinet, all types of junk, to take off my boots. It’s gonna be awkward as hell, I’m gonna sit on a dirty, possibly wet door mat, and it’s probably gonna be commented on by one of my family.

Now there is the possibility of finding the step-stool I bought years ago. I’m sure we still have it, but I’m not optimistic about finding it in the morning. But if I do find it, I find it realistic to believe taking my boots off while using it as a chair won’t bring me grief. But that’s besides the point.

When my dad said what he did this afternoon it points to a far larger problem. Moments like this, where maybe some behavior I do has consequences I should have thought about are, in a way, rubbed in my face because I didn’t think about it.

There is no learning from your mistakes, AND not seeing the pattern of the very wide variety of mistakes you make today.

And I don’t want to think it’s a pattern, but, there truly is no ignoring that it happens all the time.

And if I’m going to dare to dream of having self respect, self esteem and, god forbid, self LOVE!

I need more than anything to know what the fuck I’m doing. To understand how not to feel like I’m always inconveniencing others, with the reason being because I’m not.

And I place blame on my family, because it took a long time for me to understand what was truly happening and I never got the extra help I needed. Not once. For instance I never had an adult as a child who I could work through concerning why I was violent towards my brother as a kid. Instead I was thrown with force, and simply told I was bad for doing what I did.

I won’t dwell on that particular right now, but I need to say I believe that this treatment was cruel and it was not what I needed, and it did not help me.

I have behavior like this all throughout my childhood. Attempting to return a classmates shoe when others had stolen it but being scolded by the teacher anyways. Being disallowed to explain myself.

Theres also the other incident last week. I had made sure on Thursday to throw away my broken fan. I’ve had it for months. I put it in the bin. And then my mother, (I swear to god I want to believe this is out of love but the fucking way she said it 🤬) communicates that I should have put it on the side. And I’m thinking, so what if its the fan or two to three bags of trash on the side, why is this a big deal?

How much am I to believe that these events are no big deal? I can’t blame my family entirely for how I feel, so how much then? Not at all? Am I supposed to be okay with constant criticism? Am I supposed to find peace that way? What if I am allowed to blame them wntirely? How would I know? And who, between me and them, is to blame for the fact that I haven’t catched the ever elusive and mysterious memo that contains the difference between doing everything, not necessarily perfect, but FUCKING BARE MINIMUM OF CORRECT?!

I gotta go to bed. I’m gonna rant about my anger tomorrow I think.

[just-some-random-blogger]

What a snack

Let it be known i have no idea what joel is like and i have been dragged into this but im not complaining hellOOOO🫦💅✨

First of all [rolls neck]

I used this gif bc he looks really fucking hot ok

HAHAHAHHAHAH IF THAT AINT ME HAHAHAHAHA

Joel dreams of you often. He doesn’t tell you this, refuses to admit it as if the confession of dreams would somehow weaken his defenses.

😫🤌 art

It irritates him. He has learned the brutal, ragged details of loss and having nightmares about the girl he’s fucking is not good. It means that some tiny unconscious piece of him fears for you-to lose you would sting. It is a chip in his armor. A weakness. 

Ah yes. Hes emotionally constipated. Love that for us [whispers] i cant fix him

He lies in his makeshift bed as he stares up at a ceiling speckled with moss and water damage. You’re curled against him, bare ass snug against his thigh. He takes deep pulls from a bottle of dust and whiskey. Between his legs, his cock is soft and damp from fucking you into the mattress. His back smarts from your nails and he doesn’t understand how their sex is so aggressive and yet he finds you in his head afterward. He’s fucked countless people. Never cared. It’s his psyche that worries about you when it should be flat, pulse-less and numb in the dark. 

UGHHHHH THE LAST SENTENCE HITS SO HARD 📢💢PULSE-LESSSSSSSSSSS

He leans over your body, the bottle swishing its dregs of old whisky. With gentle fingers, he maneuvers your hair away from your face, he touches your lower lip before abruptly pulling away.

Not good. 

😫😫😫🫦🫦🫦🫦🤤🥵💗💗💗🥰🥰😭😭 but its SO GOOD BABY

You don’t complain or whine, which he hates. He’d love for you to backtalk him. He’d die for an ounce of sass or bitchiness, but you’re too fucking smart for that. You know what it costs. You know that he’ll use it against you and then chastise you for wastin’ time because this is what they do now. This is how the world works. 

I can sass u (; idgaf

Someone took something from us and I intend to get it back.

Us. 

When did it become us? 

🙄 idiot its always been us and i dont even mean u and me i mean u and yn /////:

“I hate winter,” you grumble, the subtle evidence of your frustration that you’ve been forced out here to begin with.

HEY WINTER IS MAGICAL (i say as a citizen of a tropical country, never once experiencing snow who thinks 25°C is cold HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH)

“C’mon,” he grunts, not even looking. He doesn’t want to. He thinks that if he sees you in pain, he’ll go to you.

GO TO HER 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬👹👹👹👹👹👎👎👎👎👎

“Sure,” you reply flatly. “Probably drag me back home by my ankle.”

Whos going to tell her hes into that?

His lips twitch. They’re making good time, maneuvering rapidly through the dense woods toward the lake. His adrenaline is spiking, his fingers curling as he prepares himself for the inevitable fight. “Hardly, sweetheart,” he replies. “I’d wrap a rope around your waist—pull you that way.”

¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ ┐⁠(⁠ ⁠˘⁠_⁠˘⁠)⁠┌ i told you

“We wait until he goes inside,” he whispers against your ear. You’re bleeding-hot and his hand is secured right under your breast. Surprisingly, your heart pulses at an easy rhythm. You aren’t scared or nervous. You’re calm as can be and really that’s probably why he keeps you around.

And maybe the sex. 

HAND UNDER BREAST

Also L 👎👎👎👎👎 what a man thing to say. eMoTionnAllY conStIpated

You don’t call for him. You don’t scream his name or beg him for help and it’s because you’re too fucking proud and you probably think he’d get fucking mad at you or something, which isn’t the case. 

That's literally you. Thats on the patriarchy. Boo tomato tomato 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅

“Ss’fine,” you yell back and then the sun catches the silver blade of your pocket knife. It flashes once before disappearing and the blonde Walton squeals.

Girl boss

He’s not sure what to say as you blink up at him—incredulous and a little frightened. WIthout thinking, he darts down and kisses you hard. It might not even be considered a kiss. Just an angry collision of teeth and a hint of tongue. He tries to warm your mouth with his own before pulling away. He didn’t intend to do that.

We love the fact it took a near death experience to get with the programme. Purr. ALSO WARMING WITH THE KISS ME ME ME NEXT!!! [dies] help Cpr!!

He says this like you couldn’t potentially die of hypothermia. 

Lmao HAHAHAHAHAHHAAH

He’s on his knees in front of you—staring like a damn fool. “What do you need?”

AINT NO WAY

THIS RAT ASS IDIOT ASKED A PERSON FREEZING TO DEATH WHAT THEY NEED KSSHSJJSJSISKSJJSFFFFUUUUCCXXKKKKKKKKK NOOOOOOO 👹👹👹🤌🤌🤌🤌🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄 ARE YOU FOR REAL SAY SIKE RIGHT NOW PLEASE UHM I THINK THEY NEED A LAW DEGREE?????????? A FUCKING JAR OF PAINT? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK JOEL 📢💢JOEL JOEL (DEROGATORY)

Jesus. He’s a fucking idiot. 

Yes i had to go back to this line /: rat

He doesn’t know how to provide you reassurance. He understands actions. He understands pleasure. Isn’t the best way to heat someone up through skin contact?

Fucking finally

You got some sense between your brows son

“Skin to skin,” he explains and when he opens his arms, you fall into them. You press yourself against him, curling your cold body inward as he attempts to cover you with his own. He strokes your arms, legs and waist. He maneuvers you around so that he can press his front to your torso. He grips your thigh and hauls it over his hip before pulling the musty blankets over them. He doesn’t want to think about how unwashed they probably are, but they don’t have a choice. 

You say skin to skin as if you haven't fucked /: ALSO MUSTY BLANKET HAHAHAHHAHAHHAH NO UR SO RIGHT BUT ITS STILL SO FUNNY JAJAKKANAJSJSJ

“You almost died,” he repeats. “I could fucking kill you.”

Your tongue darts across your lower lip as you lift an eyebrow. “Ah–so really this is about you.”

yOU TELL HIM BABE 🔊🔊🔊🔊🔊LOUDER FOR THOSE IN THE BACK

“I could kill you,” he growls as he grips your hips and flips you on your back, eliciting a yelp from your lungs. He wedges himself between your thighs, sliding his mouth over your puckered nipple and then your belly. 

“You can kill me,” you whisper and he drops his head to capture your lips. He thrusts his tongue into your mouth, slipping it behind your teeth. It’s a wet kiss–dirty and panicked and i fucking hate you so much because it’s so damn obvious that i don’t. You give him an experimental stroke, thumb pressing into the head. He grunts, jerking forward. 

“I want to feel you,” he confesses and it’s the most honest thing he can say here. Not i don’t want to see you dead ever. Not i really care about you. 

🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 I CAN FIX HIM I CANT FIX HIM HES SO EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED

You smile sweetly before guiding him into the molten suction of your pussy. It takes nothing for him to claim you. He sinks inside, straight to the hilt. He shoves his hips forward so that you’re forced to take all of him. Even when he’s buried balls deep, he leans on his arms, one hand clasping the top of your skull so he can push further. Your nails bite into his ass. You arch.

🫠im saving my last pic i can only put 10 pics

They’re sealed together. Breasts crushed to his chest. Stomachs flattened. He uses his thighs to spread legs wider. He pins you there, enjoying the way your heart snaps against your ribs as if it could buffer his own.

[INCOHERENT]

“Thatta girl,” he coaxes, managing to plunge deeper. Something low vibrates in his throat. Something half-human. He can’t breathe, overwhelmed by the scent and feel of you, and so he sits aback on his heels, grips your knees and forces them against your tits. “You gonna take it for me?”

“What?” you hiss because he’s taunting you –holding you firmly over the edge and shit–he loves that about you. When push comes to shove, you’ll make it known when you’re pissed. He loves the fact that you never screamed for him as you tried to save yourself. He hates it and loves it and he’s really fucked up. 

HES SO FUCKED UP IN THE HEAD GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME 🫴🫴🫴🫴🫴🫴🫴🫴

He swallows hard before pressing their foreheads together. “You won’t do that again,” he warns.

No sir but also maybe i will 🥰🫦

You say nothing. Instead, you nod as you tighten around him, heels digging into his lower back. He’s certain you know what he means. He just didn’t want to say it out loud.

😶 yall need to go to therapy

I feel like Joel would be best at ‘you almost got yourself killed and I’m so angry at you but I love you also’ fucking

A/N: Joel Miller x F!Reader. Lack of CPR knowledge. Smut. Hypothermia. I used this gif bc he looks really fucking hot ok

Joel dreams of you often. He doesn’t tell you this, refuses to admit it as if the confession of dreams would somehow weaken his defenses. In the foggy, wooly vortex of sleep, he sees you:

Dead.

Broken.

Covered in spores. 

It irritates him. He has learned the brutal, ragged details of loss and having nightmares about the girl he’s fucking is not good. It means that some tiny unconscious piece of him fears for you-to lose you would sting. It is a chip in his armor. A weakness. 

He lies in his makeshift bed as he stares up at a ceiling speckled with moss and water damage. You’re curled against him, bare ass snug against his thigh. He takes deep pulls from a bottle of dust and whiskey. Between his legs, his cock is soft and damp from fucking you into the mattress. His back smarts from your nails and he doesn’t understand how their sex is so aggressive and yet he finds you in his head afterward. He’s fucked countless people. Never cared. It’s his psyche that worries about you when it should be flat, pulse-less and numb in the dark. 

His gaze slides to you sleeping beside him. Your face is buried in the sweatshirt serving as a pillow, your mouth parted around steady, even breathing. Swamped in moonlight, you’re beautiful—the kind of beauty that would get you killed or worse out there. That’s why I keep, right? Some leftover smugness at having someone like you with someone like me?

He leans over your body, the bottle swishing its dregs of old whisky. With gentle fingers, he maneuvers your hair away from your face, he touches your lower lip before abruptly pulling away. 

Not good. 

***

Being who he is, Joel keeps fucking you. He tries to be a little meaner—colder—but he’s not man enough to release you in order to find someone less complicated to warm his bed.  

You stick by him like a barnacle. A very pearly one. Smooth and shiny. 

“We have things to do,” he declares one morning, the slip of red dawn drifting over your skin from the narrow window. 

“Alright,” you murmur as you roll out of bed and shove on your jeans. 

You don’t complain or whine, which he hates. He’d love for you to backtalk him. He’d die for an ounce of sass or bitchiness, but you’re too fucking smart for that. You know what it costs. You know that he’ll use it against you and then chastise you for wastin’ time because this is what they do now. This is how the world works. 

Someone took something from us and I intend to get it back.

Us. 

When did it become us? 

Fuck.

***

They follow the road at the edge of the forest. The woods stink of loam–sweet and dark. The first snow has powdered the ground.

The cold is wicked, binding his limbs together and reminding him of his age. He’s not really that old. It’s only been eight years since the outbreak (his birthday). 

“I hate winter,” you grumble, the subtle evidence of your frustration that you’ve been forced out here to begin with. Most of the time, he thinks he should keep you at his place when he runs these missions, but he’s decided that you’re safer with him. He doesn’t miss the way the creepy old fucks look at you and there’s no such thing as locks. Not now. Not here.

“Fuck!” you yelp and Joel hears your boots skid, knee cracking on asphalt. “Shit. Shitt.”

“C’mon,” he grunts, not even looking. He doesn’t want to. He thinks that if he sees you in pain, he’ll go to you.

You curse a few more times before your footsteps sound again.

You catch up to him with alarming speed, casting him a violent glare. “What if I’d broken something?”

“I’d come back for you after I handle the Waltons.”

“Sure,” you reply flatly. “Probably drag me back home by my ankle.”

His lips twitch. They’re making good time, maneuvering rapidly through the dense woods toward the lake. His adrenaline is spiking, his fingers curling as he prepares himself for the inevitable fight. “Hardly, sweetheart,” he replies. “I’d wrap a rope around your waist—pull you that way.”

“Cruel.”

“You’ve always known that, darlin’.”

“You’re–”

He freezes and then abruptly grabs you before pulling you against a tree. One of the Waltons is outside their cabin, chopping wood. Behind him, the smoke puffs from the chimney. Black-gray against the too-blue sky. 

“We wait until he goes inside,” he whispers against your ear. You’re bleeding-hot and his hand is secured right under your breast. Surprisingly, your heart pulses at an easy rhythm. You aren’t scared or nervous. You’re calm as can be and really that’s probably why he keeps you around.

And maybe the sex. 

***

It’s fucked. The whole damn thing. 

Joel is covered in blood, two fingers definitely broken. The man on top of him has him in a chokehold and he’s shoving back against him, trying to find some leverage to flip him over. 

He hasn’t heard you for a minute and when he lifts his head, he sees one of the Walton boys—the greasy, blonde one—pinning you against the dock. You’re too far away from Joel as he watches you kick and spit like a feral cat. 

You don’t call for him. You don’t scream his name or beg him for help and it’s because you’re too fucking proud and you probably think he’d get fucking mad at you or something, which isn’t the case. 

So, he shouts your name. Why? He doesn’t know. It bursts out of him as the head Walton punches him in the ribs.

“Ss’fine,” you yell back and then the sun catches the silver blade of your pocket knife. It flashes once before disappearing and the blonde Walton squeals.

Thatta girl, he thinks. The expression feels tender—sweet with pride and he’s so caught up in watching you stab the kid that he doesn’t realize what’s going on until it’s too late. 

The blonde snags your jacket and rolls you both into the frigid lake. 

Joel doesn’t think. He may have roared or bellowed, but he wouldn’t know. He can’t recall. Instead, he plants his hands and snaps his head back into his attacker’s nose. It cracks. Splatters. He feels heat on his scalp and in his hair. The weight on him is gone and he twists, finding his knife a few feet away in the snow. He snatches the handle, flips it and plunges the blade forward. It goes through the guy’s chest—finds bone. He rips it back and does it again. A third time in a more vulnerable spot beneath the bastard’s jaw. There’s blood on his face, but he can’t worry about that now.

He runs to the lake. 

***

“C’mon, girl,” he whispers frantically as he performs CPR. Your lips are cold as a fish belly. Your lashes wet and stuck together in clumps. He presses against your chest so hard that he worries he’ll break a rib. 

You weren’t even under that long.

He pumps and then pinches your nose and breathes into your mouth. C’mon. C’mon. C’mon. 

You twitch. Yes. You choke. Better.

“That’s it, darlin’,” he urges.

Your eyes fly open as you sputter, coughing up icy lake water that dampens Joel’s jeans. Relieved, he sighs, placing his hands on your shoulders to keep you from moving too quickly. His fingers have begun to smart, the knuckles swelling to purple.

He’s not sure what to say as you blink up at him—incredulous and a little frightened. WIthout thinking, he darts down and kisses you hard. It might not even be considered a kiss. Just an angry collision of teeth and a hint of tongue. He tries to warm your mouth with his own before pulling away. He didn’t intend to do that.

“Joel?” you rasp, lids drooping heavily.

“You almost died,” he states in a flat voice. Should he comfort you? Reassure you that you’re fine? He’s not sure how to do that. He’d done it before with Sarah, but–

He shudders, stuffing that thought somewhere he’ll not touch.

“J-Joel.” Your teeth are chattering in your mouth. Your eyes slightly unfocused. “Mm cold.”

“Well,” he replies matter-of-factly. “We can go in the cabin and figure that out.”

He says this like you couldn’t potentially die of hypothermia. 

***

Inside the house, a fire still burns. It’s orange-yellow as a Texas peach and his mouth instinctively waters. He hasn’t had fresh fruit in a long ass time. 

Your fingers are curled into his shirt, your cheek pressed flat to his chest. You’re freezing—stiff and unyielding as a corpse. He places you on the rug in front of the fire before scouring the house for blankets and sheets. When he finds them, he makes a nest on the floor and then crouches down behind you to rub your shoulders. 

It doesn’t seem to do much because you’re still trembling. Your hair is soaked and your clothes–

Jesus. He’s a fucking idiot. 

“Lift your arms,” he murmurs, but you keep on shaking, seemingly unable to move them. He does it for you. He gets your jeans off, mindful of the areas where bruises will begin to form. “Did he hurt you?”

“S’nothing-g bad.” Your words are staggering into each other like you’re drunk. Not an ideal sign.

He scrubs a hand over his face, his beard. He exhales sharply as he watches you stammer and ripple like a ribbon in the wind. 

He’s on his knees in front of you—staring like a damn fool. “What do you need?”

Your hands fumble in the blankets, your expression puzzled. Shit. What are the symptoms of hypothermia? Confusion? Exhaustion?

He says your name softly and you make a broken noise that startles him.

He doesn’t know how to provide you reassurance. He understands actions. He understands pleasure. Isn’t the best way to heat someone up through skin contact?

He wrenches his jacket off before finding the hem of his shirt and tugging it over his head . He unbuckles his belt, shimmies out of his pants. You stare up at him, your eyes glassy and red. 

“Skin to skin,” he explains and when he opens his arms, you fall into them. You press yourself against him, curling your cold body inward as he attempts to cover you with his own. He strokes your arms, legs and waist. He maneuvers you around so that he can press his front to your torso. He grips your thigh and hauls it over his hip before pulling the musty blankets over them. He doesn’t want to think about how unwashed they probably are, but they don’t have a choice. 

He settles as you relax against him. Your heart pounds a brush faster than before. Good. 

“Rest,” he instructs. “You’re okay.”

It’s the best he can do.

***

It takes a few hours for you to return to yourself. You pull away so you can stare up at him. He tips his chin to hold your gaze, his hand finds your cheek. “You almost died,” he says and, suddenly, he thinks of the dreams he’s had. He thinks of you gone from him, vanishing into the dark where he can’t find you. 

He’d saved you today, but the next time? Surely, there would be a next time and—

“Thank you.” You lean into his touch, nuzzling your nose into the creases of his palm. Not as distressed as he would like.

“You almost died,” he repeats. “I could fucking kill you.”

Your eyes widen. “Why?”

“It was a stupid move.”

You frown. “Was there another option I had?”

“You could’ve not come with me.”

Your tongue darts across your lower lip as you lift an eyebrow. “Ah–so really this is about you.”

Of course it damn well is. It’s always him. He can’t afford you getting yourself stabbed or beaten or drowned.  

“I could kill you,” he growls as he grips your hips and flips you on your back, eliciting a yelp from your lungs. He wedges himself between your thighs, sliding his mouth over your puckered nipple and then your belly. 

You wiggle, lifting your legs to wrap around his waist. 

He kisses the scar beneath your ribs and then the top of your cunt. He licks the warm crease between your folds just to tease you before he climbs back up.

He plants his arms on either side of your head as he bears his weight above your body. He’s hard, his cock full and bobbing against his belly. He feels your small hand drift over his hip, the wiry hairs at his groin before it wraps firmly around his shaft. It jumps in your hand, desperate for you in a way he doesn’t mean to show.

“You can kill me,” you whisper and he drops his head to capture your lips. He thrusts his tongue into your mouth, slipping it behind your teeth. It’s a wet kiss–dirty and panicked and i fucking hate you so much because it’s so damn obvious that i don’t. You give him an experimental stroke, thumb pressing into the head. He grunts, jerking forward. 

“I want to feel you,” he confesses and it’s the most honest thing he can say here. Not i don’t want to see you dead ever. Not i really care about you. 

Just feel. 

You smile sweetly before guiding him into the molten suction of your pussy. It takes nothing for him to claim you. He sinks inside, straight to the hilt. He shoves his hips forward so that you’re forced to take all of him. Even when he’s buried balls deep, he leans on his arms, one hand clasping the top of your skull so he can push further. Your nails bite into his ass. You arch.

“Fuck,” you rasp, breath hitching. “Fuck–oh my god.”

They’re sealed together. Breasts crushed to his chest. Stomachs flattened. He uses his thighs to spread legs wider. He pins you there, enjoying the way your heart snaps against your ribs as if it could buffer his own.

“Thatta girl,” he coaxes, managing to plunge deeper. Something low vibrates in his throat. Something half-human. He can’t breathe, overwhelmed by the scent and feel of you, and so he sits aback on his heels, grips your knees and forces them against your tits. “You gonna take it for me?”

Your eyes roll back, cunt contracting around him. “Yes.” 

Not loud enough. He spanks you between your legs, right against the tender flesh wrapped around his cock. It hurts both of them. You whine and reach for him. Yes. Yes. Yes. Joel. Please. 

He eases himself out to the tip before driving forward. The force knocks you up the floor, causing your back to scrape against the wooly blankets. Another sharp thrust that punches a gasp from your throat. You shut your eyes, holding your legs open for him as he continues. It’s rough in its own way. Not the worst he’s done, but his strokes are deliberate and powerful. He fucks you hard enough that he can hear it. The slick noises that accompany every stab of his cock.

He has half a mind to say what he’s trying to through sex. When he’s nearing the end, he lowers himself over you, broken fingers pinching your chin. The pain in his hand welcome, adding a bite to the act itself. “Look at me,” he murmurs and you open your eyes. He fucks you and fucks you and every slam of his hips makes your lashes flutter. “Look, darlin’.”

“What?” you hiss because he’s taunting you –holding you firmly over the edge and shit–he loves that about you. When push comes to shove, you’ll make it known when you’re pissed. He loves the fact that you never screamed for him as you tried to save yourself. He hates it and loves it and he’s really fucked up. 

He swallows hard before pressing their foreheads together. “You won’t do that again,” he warns.

“Do what?”

Another perfunctory snap of his cock.

“Fuck–Joel.”

You’re shuddering in his arms, walls spasming around him. You’re one screaming nerve of sensation. You almost died. 

“You won’t do it.”

You say nothing. Instead, you nod as you tighten around him, heels digging into his lower back. He’s certain you know what he means. He just didn’t want to say it out loud.

[thegreymoon]

Ever Night

THE LORD IS TESTING MY PATIENCE WITH THIS DRAMA. 

***

THEY JUST KILL OFF ALL THE GOOD CHARACTERS AND BREAK OFF ALL THE GOOD RELATIONSHIPS AND FOR WHAT? 

***

YAN SE WAS ONE OF THE LAST CHARACTERS STILL KEEPING ME HOOKED ON THIS SHOW, BUT NO, LET’S KILL HIM, AND LEAVE THOSE STUPID DAO MANIACS ALIVE TO REPEATEDLY JUMP ON MY VERY LAST NERVE. 

***

I AM BEYOND MAD.

***

AT THIS POINT, I’M SPENDING MORE TIME ANGRY THAN HAVING FUN HERE. I AM THIS CLOSE 🤏 TO DROPPING THIS.

THIS CLOSE!! 🤏🤏

***

Two good pots ruined, smh 🤬🤬

***

I feel sad for him 🙁

He’s also sick and dying himself and didn’t get to go first. 

***

YES, XIA HOU, COME AND SAVE ME FROM THIS MISERY 😭😭

He’s the only thing still keeping me here (OK, and the hope that Chao Xiaoshu will come back anytime now). 

***

I like him a lot. He’s so gentle and softly powerful.

He alone redeems all those boring scenes with Fu Zi. 

***

Haven’t we established, like, two seconds ago that there are more ladies by themselves in the Wildlands than actual wild animals 🙄🙄

***

LOLOLOLOL, so he had the book all along? 🤣🤣

Suffer, Xiling! 🤣🤣 Also, I love that the Bright Heaven Book is literally bright 🤣🤣

***

Mmmm, yes, Mo Ran, we all agree! Your taste in men remains flawless across all incarnations 😋😋

Your taste in women, however, is pathetic (excluding Sang Sang, of course). 

***

Who are these two freaks?

Horsemen of the Apocalypse? 

I remember Ning Que having nightmares about them, along with Guangming. Anyway, let’s hope Fu Zi will now become interesting, at long last. With Yan Se gone, he has big shoes to fill. 

***

I’m curious why the postproduction on the Fu Zi scenes is always the worst. The CGI is consistently awful and the dubbing with these two tramps is simply terrible. Did they have teams split the work across characters and he just got the worst of the lot? I don’t get it. 

***

LMAOOOO, if they are the only survivors, then how did the world get repopulated? 

Even the biblical destruction of humanity knew to leave at least one man and one woman. Also, when was the previous Ever Night? 

***

BAREFOOT, Long Qing?? 

In this snow and through icy water? Really??

***

Her atrocious taste in men not withstanding, she’s my favourite of the three ‘maniacs’ and I did not appreciate the attempt to malign her in order to elevate Mo Shanshan, who is just so frustratingly pointless and plain. None of it made me think any less of her, it just made me hate Mo Shanshan more. 

***

LMAOOO, this man is just so infuriating.

He was blessed beyond belief by his god and all his misfortunes were brought on exclusively by himself. He’s been given chance after chance after chance and yet all he does is burn bridges. 

***

OMG, this woman 😭😭

There has got to be at least one other single man on earth that you can marry! Pick one! Any one! They will all be an improvement over him! Please, please, please love yourself! You are too pretty for this bullshit 😭😭

***

I feel so bad for her. 

He’s the literal worst and under no scenario would she have been happy with him. Even if he had gotten everything he’d ever wanted, she’d still have been so alone in this marriage, disrespected, belittled and maligned. 

***

Lord, I hate them. I hate them so fucking much, they are ruining this entire fucking show for me 🤬🤬

STOP INSERTING HER IDIOTIC SELF IN PLACES SHE DOES NOT BELONG!!

She’s such a classical nepotism baby, or whatever the equivalent is in this world. She has zero charm, skills or qualifications, but because of her background, someone is always pushing her and she gets all these opportunities to do important things and meet important people. AND IT’S ALL SO FORCED! She is never either useful or interesting.

Anyway, she is turning me into a classic anti and I hate it. I hate her and hate the state of mind she puts me in. I googled how long she’s going to be here, shitting on my fun, and apparently she gets dumped in episode 48, which is way too long, but still, there is light at the end of the tunnel. 

Xia Hou, my beautiful demon lord, I’m so sorry you are being forced to share scenes with this imbecile 😭😭

***

I love Big Brother and I loved this square off!!

The idiot, of course, was pointless and had no business being there. She just sat there looking stupid AND I HATE!!!!! 🤬🤬🤬 I just hate her so much and have now become so hypersensitive to her presence, she literally ruins everything. 

***

Long Qing and Chong Ming are malignant disasters, but I do wish they’d team up and assassinate his crazy ass 👇👇

But then again, with a father like this, no wonder they are both insane.

***

Smh.

Please, please, please love yourself 😭

[waitingformyfavoritesongs]

31 December 2022 Saturday 12:35 am pdt

why’s it blurry again? Chipped away at left hip bone again 😭😖😫😤🥵😡🤬😤 also why are there weird creatures like half horse 🐴 half human in mythology? We’re (2:12 am pdt don’t remember putting that ‘ apostrophe: were) they real like a liger? Tiger 🐯 🐅 + 🦁 lion ? @_@ how would that happen??? Are men ... gross 🤢???? I cannot imagine woman 👩🏻 Surviving pregnancy 🤰 and labor to a half horse 🐎 creature. Men ... are there any good men???? 1:33 am pdt also Adam Noah Levine had no problems going to Vegas after cheating stuff comes out. Why??? I found something randomly only ONCE that the reason why they say whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, was it prostitution??? I have to look 👀 around again to double check. I hope he’s not raping his sister. 🤬🥵😖😤😫😭 1:37 am pdt

1:46 am pdt. I forgot what I was going to write ✍️ type. Only 1 follower now. Grossy portraits?? Am I being gas ⛽️ 🔥 lit ??? 33 total on/off. When he typed fuckkkkkkk... I’m not counting how many k’s. I think 💭 of keys 🔑, too. Keys 🔐 are a little phalic but also not associated with pleasure. There might be a song 🎵 with lyrics I heard 👂 someone bring up 🆙 in high school 🏫 maybe like a 🪚 saw between the thighs???? I have to see if it exists. You have to imagine the situation that he would say it. Maybe 🤔 it sounds silly 😝 to those who are not experienced, but if you are experienced you will know what I’m talking about. Him expressing himself that way is because he got his hand 🤚 on his 🍆, & his imagination in the gutter. 🎳🥣⚠️🚧🛑⛔️🚳🅿️🤺🏌️‍♂️🪝⚓️🎠🔪⚰️🪦 1:58 am pdt harder to breathe 🧘🏻‍♀️ lyrics trying to recall: [...]unnecessarily critical [...] I have the tendency of getting physical if I do you will need a miracle not fit to tread the ground I am walking 🚶‍♂️ on you know very well I want you gone writhing in a naked sweat hoping someone will do you like I did...????? 2:03 am pdt hey 👋 incubus if you want me to remember you making love 💕 to me then don’t mess with my memories to make me not remember you! Ass. Donkey. No donkey emoji 2:06 am pdt don quixote (spelling? 🔑 key hoe tay... e=a=eh! Español -> ta ta 4 now! Tigger 🐯 tiger 🐅 by his stripes we are healed??? Idk 🤷🏻‍♀️) 2:10 am pdt

2:27 am pdt 🇺🇸 USA stripes, bloody 🩸 a meri ca/ka ? Ne ne, neigh 🐴 look 👀 at Lucia’s eyes 👀 taken out. Opposite meanings (sounds like eyes 👀) ayes vs ... ney? Nays?? Win vs lose/lost. Misleading. Win like wind 🌬 window 🪟 ventana winter ❄️... sumickey ?? Saw a video with snow ❄️ white translations guessing what means snow ❄️ kinda hot 🥵 don’t feel like looking up 🆙 stuff. Nieve? 2:36 am pdt once in 2017? I walked from morning until after dark all day trying to get to a freeway 🛣 ramp near 🍎 🐝 thinking if this is real maybe 🤔 he will meet me there. But he was on the voice at the time so it was stupid of me to try the day I did. I walked MANY miles to see him. Whatever. If incubus doesn’t appreciate me, I DON’T WANT HIM! 2:40 am pdt if I could fall into the sky 🌌 do you think time would pass me by? ... you know I’d walk a thousand miles if I could see you 🎶🎼🎵 falling angels 2:42 am pdt I walked all the way to Santana Row from home 🏠. 2:44 am pdt 2:46 am pdt neve Campbell? Party of 5? I did not watch the show yet I saw 👀 commercials for it. Pain! Hot 🥵 bone 🦴 btwn breasts. Tearing up 🆙 my heart ♥️ when I’m with you. When we are apart I feel it, too. No matter what I do I feel the pain with or without you 🎼🎶🎵 2:50 am pdt 3:01 am pdt he hurt my heart ♥️ again 😖😫😩😤😭🥵😤😵 I was going to type something but I 4got. Ava ill able, ill I’ll I will ability. I formerly? Did 2+ mile events during track meets and cross country meets. For practice I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ how much I ran; coach once said we did 5 or 10 miles in one day. 3:06 am pdt dieing 🥵😤😭🔥🔥🔥🔥feels like he roasted my right lung 🫁 3:08 duck tionaries dick dicks use whatever words they want with con fidence. Even when they are unethical donkeys. 3:11 am pdt they drag it out so they can edit to their convenience. DONT trust anyone who uses desolation tactics. 3:12 am pdt

3:15 am pdt there are times I think I would prefer someone who does not have Adam Noah Levine’s genes 🧬. He looks as though he has a demonic personality , too. 3:17 am pdt

3:46 am pdt I remembered earlier this year I stumbled upon “ala” means rib in Aramaic and Hebrew? Allah (alilah?) means “ the god”. “My god” look 👀 @ first picture. 3:49 am pdt. Centripetal force. Tripping trippy. 3:50 am pdt 3:51 am pdt if a married man is talking to someone who is showing everything online, obviously 🙄 they aren’t looking for only friends. They’re looking for easy s*x. 3:53 am pdt you almost fooled me! 3:53 am pdt incubus =rapist, womanizer, slimeball, cheater, murderer, I forgot one ... what was it 3:54 am pdt.

3:56 am pdt sloppy seconds x100000000000000000000000000, liar 🤥, any woman 👩🏻 who is starting 2 realize PAIN = death ☠️, and MAN 👨 = PAIN will run 🏃🏻‍♀️! 3:57 am pdt

4:07 am pdt it was so hot 🥵 I’m starting to wonder 💭 if he already completely burned up my right lung 🫁 4:08 am pdt nauseous 🤢 4:09 am pdt I should be very much anxious but I’ve been in pain and torn/tortured for so long that I’m tired . I wish I could die in my sleep 🛌. 4:13 am pdt

tumblr is being strange when I hit return 8:03 pm pdt

I f we all come from animals, inter species ? Breeding... then I guess I am being unnecessarily critical? Horses 🐎 are big though, so I think 🤔 that at the beginning it could survive only one way: make (8:12 pm pdt male) humans to female horse 🐎. Is that why they didn’t find a woman 👩🏻 for the other son in the Noah’s ark movie 🎥???? Bcz I thought there are people who say all the other humans didn’t survive the flood??? What’s true??? Other humans survive maybe in mountains 🏔 ???? What’s made up 🆙? What’s real???? In biology class textbooks 📚? Do they show the fetus starts out looking the same for many species???? @_@ 8:10 pm pdt

8:16 pm pdt today felt like a big claw stabbed and pushed in deep into right shoulder blade for a long time maybe a minute. If we really had interspecies breeding, god isn’t afraid to show how cruel he can be. 😞🥵😤😖😫😭 he shortened every part of me including my spine. And I think he might have switched out all my measuring instruments. The inch I feel like it got shorter. I measured myself this week and I think I lost 2.5 inches but bcz the measuring tape inches are smaller looking than I remember I probably lost a lot more than that. 😞😖😫😩😭🥵😤 8:24 pm pdt

Friendster

I was on this a long time ago. If you know about it, you don’t have to say anything. It was like any other social media websites like MySpace and Facebook. When I was on it I don’t remember it having any games , but it liked to show to how many degrees apart you are from someone you know or don’t know through other people. The guy I talked to online on aol (America online... you’ve got mail! Also a movie 🎥 based on good old summer time? Meet me in ol’ Saint Louis Louis meet me at the fair) PAIN left shoulder sharp hot 🥵 tired eyes 👀 closing. Meg Ryan. Tom hanks??? Amnesia. 8:33 pm pdt I found him. The Long Island 🏝 (long =dragon Chinese? Drag on. ) New York. 516 area code. He told me he worked somewhere back in (heart pain and hot 🥵) (8:49 pm pdt 2001) but I think 🤔 I should hold off on saying it here. Or maybe I should say it? It’s been a long time anyways. He changed a lot of stuff. I suspect the business name and owners changed. The owners supposedly called ☎️ us, my mom received a voicemail around Valentine’s Day. Bcz he used a cell phone 📱 to talk to me that they paid for, strange but that’s what seemed happened. They said he used it to call many girls. Why they would pay 💰 for his cell phone 📱 service? Maybe he had the gift of gab/a silver tongue 👅 and was good at making a sale? Guessing. I’ve always lived in California. My sister moved there in 2006 after visiting art schools not long before that with her now ex-boyfriend who was trying to make it there as an artist 👩🏽‍🎨 and he was highly paid (8:50 pm pdt guessing Bcz he lived in San Francisco) by Cisco. I think they met when she turned 18. (Pain ! Right heel weird sensations and pain. Left shoulder again. I formerly had broader shoulders. He’s cut it down a lot.) I’ve noticed some old men don’t get shorter but a wife got small and chubby even though her husband remained tall. Sexism??? 8:47 pm pdt. (8:51 pm pdt left under thigh hip bone 🦴 pain felt like he’s breaking the bones 🦴) wentworth gallery. I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ if I was gas ⛽️ lit 🔥- if any weird reason he hired someone to call ☎️ us and say those things I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ 8:53 pm pdt. Trying to get answers but some people don’t answer me for some reason- desolation???? 😞😖😫🥵😤 I also lost my phone book I wrote the cell number in when I ran away. All I can remember is 516. Maybe there were 8s in it???? 8:56 pm pdt

for how long did you want to be a doctor? Did you say things they don’t want other people to know and guilted you about it?? Why would they call you a yenta??? And then have to apologize for it? 8:58 pm pdt you don’t have to say anything. 8:59 pm pdt

12:32 am pdt 1 Jan u ary 2023 Sunday 🌞

was it embryos? Not fetuses ? Pain left side ribs 😖😫😤🥵😤😭 don’t feel like looking it up. I’m not accostumed ?? To thinking about this stuff. Shocking. Bizarre to me. 6th and 7th grade years I didn’t apply much deep thought about it I guess. And the norm is to see marriage between humans. 12:36 am pdt

[mimir-anoshe]

Yeah, and the government (at least the UK government) was like - “it’s basically Flu! Lmao!” Then Feb/March came... And all the doctors went “you should probably Uno reverse card on that Flu statement.” But Bora the fucking explore Johnson doesn’t even know how to brexit properly so I guess that’s out. And Spain went “Fuck... fuck fuck FUCK” and so many people have died...because of ill prepared countries... Except South Korea, they had that shit by the Balls

And then American fuckwits decided they wanted their hair cut in April, amist a GLOBAL PANDEMIC, and were like “fuck you Governors, we want our hairdressers back, cause we’re whiny bitches that don’t know how to do scissor” and the police did nothing even with ppl bringing fucking assault rifles to the protests. And the whole world went, wtf America? You’ve got the highest death rate, fucking stOP? Somebody stop the idiot plague! Of course, Trump supported them, and both America and the world went 😨🤬😑 wanker

Then the racism of the American police was exposed full force, (May George Floyd and all those who came before and after him never be forgotten) even though it’s been there since... forever (I fucking feel for the Native American peoples/descendants like rubber bullets? They’ve had that shit launched at them for YEARS on peaceful protests for their rightful land/community... and Black lives matter, hello the 60’s called they want their protests to have fucking MEANT SOMETHING! Whoops sorry the lines been cut by the FB fucking I) and so late May/June came with the whole of America being like “fuck racists, black lives matter bitches!” (which Fuck yes!) so then the whole world went “FUCK RACISTS BLACK LIVES MATTER BITCHES!!” (in every language fathomable) and hasn’t stopped rolling since, which has snow balled for Americans into “fuck the government.” Which... cool. And the president of the United States of McDonalds revealed himself as even MORE of a pussy ass bitch, and showed his bible fetish. The Christians didn’t like that.

And Pride month is here and all my fellow LGBTQ are SLAYING, especially all the Trans Kings and Queens! 👑

Yet the fucking American “police” are responding to protests about Police Violence with MORE VIOLENCE 🙄🤦‍♀️ tear gas? Pepper spray? Shoving people/the media? Sending them into critical conditions? “LESS LETHAL” rubber bullets? Jfc! THEY FUCKING SHOT UP A GAY BAR! FUCKING STONE WALL AGAIN?!?!?!? God - as an ally - I’m so pissed I want to fucking choke em all...

And you guys have curfews? Wtf sort of democratic government in this day and age imposes CURFEWS?!?!?! Hello North Korea here we come.11pm-12am o clock, fine, still stupid but FiNe.. 4-6 pm? JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WHY!!! Especially in cities like New York, ya know the CITY THAT NEVER SLEEPS. “Hello Mr. President no a mass grave is not a place for New Yorkers to sleep it’s where they’re buried cause they’re DEAD because you’re an incompetent human being and a waste of space! Yes go bitch about it on Twitter!”

Also Great strategy to slip in curfews as a way to make Peaceful protestors become criminals and subject to police brutality whilst covering your own asses, including the polices. And don’t use RIOTS as an excuse, cause no. Fucking no. That’s not what this is about, this is about demonising good people fighting for a good cause so you can get your way. Fucking plebs.

And the whole world is now like WTFACK America, tHe LaNd Of ThE fReE🤦‍♀️ Specifically aimed towards Trump and the American institutionalised racist police -

CUNTS

And Brazil is like “help, we’re literally dying under a dictator” and HongKong is like “HELP WE’re FiGhTiNg for our fucking FREEDOM” and coronavirus is like 🤷‍♀️And now there’s a whole revolution happening, and Germany think they’ve finally started closing up the Madeleine McCann case... Even though there were memes about Madeleine’s case popping back up JUST before it happened...

And here’s me sitting having a Tea this fine 2020 Wednesday Afternoon going...

*terrified whisper*

We’re not even half way through the year.