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[wordsfromblerds]

“That Orange Cassidy”

Orange Cassidy x That Mexican OT

🎧: Johnny Dang - That Mexican OT ft. Paul Wall & DRODi

Edited by: bruhmanbeyond (@addo_man)

[bruhmanbeyond]

The movie got to me.

[phantomsies]

my dress up darling • ony

convincing your friend to go to a convention with you turned out to be the best idea ever!…but it’s what happens before the event even arrives that makes it all the more fun..

📝: blerd!ony, black fem!reader (plus size coded), PWP, finger sucking, thigh riding, fingering, handjob, pet names used (mama, baby, she slips up and calls him daddy), lots of praise, tit/nipple play, nasty hotel sex, tiny mentions of blood + injury, reader is a seamstress/cosplayer, missionary, squirting, friends to lovers, lots of humor and banter, creampie, aftercare

word count: 6.3K

this was a lil something I’ve been wanting to write for the longest bc blerd!ony altered my brain chemistry and I miss him tremendously (and the next time I go to a con, I’m totally not hoping to manifest a tall, darkskin, nerdy cosplayer bf🌚 just joking y’all! That would literally never happen. But I hope y’all enjoy this

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“Ow..damn, this hurts already..”

“You good over there, mama? What’s wrong?”

the deep voice belted out in a rather low and calm tone..cool and collected, that’s how he always was. Nonchalant to a fault and that was just one of the many things you loved about him. Hence why you had invited him along to this little venture in the first place. However, at the moment…you quite frankly could not stand his ass! Through gray colored contacts, (y/n) shot the tall male next to you an icy glare..one signifying just how ‘good’ you were!

“Oh, I’m just fine, Ony. Despite the fact that my legs are still shaking and I’m sore as hell.”

a statement that should not have garnered a single chuckle out of anyone had your very handsome homeboy doubling over in laughter. He could tell by the look on your face that you were still a little peeved at him for the previous night and this morning. Honestly, you’d never want to fight a single person in your life but if you thought you could beat him, you’d ask him to spar just one time. “What the hell is so funny?” “Nothing at all, you just seem a lil’ stressed.” Feigning his humor as he pressed the key fob to lock the doors of his 2022 Camaro..a beautiful specimen, much like the man driving it. Honestly, it should’ve been illegal to be this fine but you knew exactly what you were signing up for when you decided to come to this convention with him! Three days full of dressing up, video games and all of the collectible items and rare figurines that one’s nerdy little heart could desire. It was an event that you had been looking forward to for months and it was only the icing on the cake when your favorite cashier turned cosplay buddy decided to tag along! You’d discovered Onyakopon’s, or just Ony as everyone called him; his love for nerdy things after you came into his store on a late night with a random anime shirt on and he was all hyped to see someone else that looked like him, especially a girl..that was into this same stuff. Since that day, the two of you spoke every chance you got to gush over your favorite shows and game series, all but holding up the lines to do so. Soon, that bond carried over outside of his workplace and the two of you began hanging out. Even going to a manga and anime cafe for your first outing. You were so excited to have a friend who shared your similar interests. Eventually, you divulged to Ony that you were a cosplayer and that’s when he stumbled upon your Instagram page. Which was littered with photos of you in beautiful costumes…some very detailed and intricate and others..very revealing and sexy! Make no mistake, he drew an issue with neither one but to see your duality from a girl who walked around in long graphic tees with characters on them and sweatpants to seeing you with your ass out, dressed as one of his fictional crushes, had him very conflicted! But what impressed him even more was the fact that each one of those beautiful outfits you were wearing?

You had hand sewn each one yourself! Spending weeks at a time crafting each one. Hence why your page was so much more bare than other girls he’d seen doing the same craft. It wasn’t that you loved it any less, you just didn’t have the luxury of tossing on any old, run of the mill Amazon ensemble from some third party buyer whose plus sizes looked like they’d fit a middle schooler at best. So instead of giving it up altogether, you took the liberty of learning how to stitch them together yourself to ensure the perfect fit. So naturally, it came as no surprise that when you revealed this secret to him, he wanted you to curate his very first cosplay as well! Ony had long since dreamed of dressing up as characters such as Kratos, Jin Kazuma and all the other badass video game giants he adored. Not only did go out and purchase hundreds of dollars worth of materials for you to make his dream costume come to life, but he offered to cover the costs of everything for the weekend. Just because he was so gracious to you and excited to be going. You made it your mission to ensure that he’d be left in awe when he put it on! The character in question? None other than Shao Kahn from Mortal Kombat and you decided to accompany him as the antagonist’s wife, Sindel. You both looked incredible. But leading up this moment, things had gotten a little out of control, thanks to your companion over there!..who didn’t seem to be phased at all.

“Aye listen, to be fair, you started it. I just finished it.” Prompting you to smack your lips and cut your eyes at the shirtless male. Who was glistening in the sunlight and not making matters any better. “Whatever, I think you were betting on sum’ shit like that to happen.” “Shit, I ain’t mad that it did and I know you not either.”

but just what was Ony referring to? Well…it all began last night in the hotel room…

flashback

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“Ony! Can you stay still, please? I’m tryna finish this last piece.”

“C’mon, ma. Can’t you do it later on?”

“If it gets any later, imma be sleep so no. You can pause that damn game and wait for me to finish sewing this on.”

it was around eight thirty at night..dark had fallen cast over the skies and faint crackles of thunder resounded throughout the air. Luckily, the two of you were safe from any potential storms in the confines of your spacious hotel room. A luxury, double bed suite at the Best Western; only two blocks away from the convention venue. The last thing either of you wanted to be worried about was having to drive forever to get there and then have no parking or having to wait in a long line. It was a mistake you’d made several times when attending these events alone but Ony wanted his very first time to be absolutely perfect. Not to mention, he didn’t want you having to walk far in your heels. DragonCon was by far one of the largest conventions in the country and people of all kinds came to the illustrious event to have fun, make friends and of course, show off their cosplays. You and Ony had decided on the video game greats, Sindel and Shao Kahn from Mortal Kombat. You had loved Sindel since you first began playing the series and she became your favorite. So a year ago, you decided to craft her iconic purple suit and the staff to go along with it. So you were all set aside. But he wasn’t going to be as easy…because at the moment, while you were trying to put together the final touches on his outfit, he was clicking away at a controller, which made it difficult to get the stitching right. But you knew how it went…when you found yourself gridlocked in an important match or battle and couldn’t stop at the moment.

“Awww, c’mon! You keep blocking, bro. I hate this damn combo—“

it was at that moment when you were bringing the curved needle up through the loin cloth piece and securing the stitch, did he jump and not only cause you to lose balance, but send that needle right through your finger! Poking the index pad and breaking the skin. “OW!” On instinct, you’d jump back and immediately, Ony dropped his controller, finally breaking focus on what he was doing. You were bleeding but nothing too major. Alas though, he felt instantaneously guilty and reached for you. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?” Making an attempt to check on you. The last thing you wanted was for him to feel bad so you’d downplay your pain and try to brush it off. But he was quick to run to the bathroom to grab some paper and bandages to help clean it up. “Here, you sit down..I got you.” You could tell he was remorseful by the way he flew into action but it was just a part of the craft. You’d lost count of how many times you’d singed yourself with a hot glue gun or poked yourself with a needle. Hell, you still had a giant scar on your arm from the time you sliced it, trying to cut material for a prop. It was certainly on the tamer side of the injuries you’d sustained. But just knowing that he was even remotely responsible for your pain, he couldn’t handle that.

“Ony, I’m fine. Really..I’ll just wrap it up later..”

“Nah, I should’ve stopped like you said. That’s my fault.” There was a sudden shift in his tone and you didn’t like it! There was no need for him to feel guilty. But here he was, sitting next to you on the bed as he gently cusped your hand and began first aid. He was a true sweetheart if you’d ever met one. He’d start by wiping it away and cleaning it thoroughly. You told him that a bandaid would only get in the way and keep snagging so you’d just leave it uncovered.

“You good? How you feel?” A question that elicited a laugh from you. You didn’t understand why he was so worked up over something so trivial. “I told you I’m okay. You ain’t got to worry, I’m a big girl. It’s gon’ take more than a lil’ ass needle to break me.” It was then that the two of you found yourselves face to face on the edge of the bed. Everything else had seemed to fall silent or as menial background noise. You noticed that he couldn’t stop staring at you and that he was still clutching your hand. Those deep set eyes of his remained focused on you as he casually slid his thumb across your own. “Yeah..I know. But I just wanna make you straight, that’s all..you know I care about you.” The sentiment sends flutters throughout your stomach. He was so sweet and attentive..it really shocked you that no woman had snatched him up already. He was incredibly handsome, respectful and always kind. You were happy to have someone like him in your life.

“I appreciate that..I’m just happy you decided to come with me. It means a lot. I usually do this by myself so I feel a lot better with you around.”

by now, the mood had shifted from slightly intense to..something far more sensual. Serene and quiet, as if the two of you were lovers confessing your feelings under moonlight. Truth be told, you’d never pictured yourselves as anything other than friends up until that moment. But you were always each other’s ‘person’. Attached and glued at the hip and loving the sense of happiness you brought one another. This peace and safety that came with knowing you could be your authentic selves. Inching closer, Ony would bridge the gap of space between your bodies and place a hand on your thigh. “Well you know I wouldn’t have missed this for anything..getting to be alone with you? It’s the highlight of my year..dressing up and getting to experience my first con with my fine ass girl? I couldn’t ask for better.” You’d feel your skin run hot and pangs shooting off in your stomach as he uttered the words in that deep drawl. You couldn’t believe he was so infatuated with you. Granted, you were beautiful and there wasn’t a time that you doubted yourself but he was unreal. Those pearly white teeth, that gorgeous dark skin, chiseled physique and that height..he nearly drove you insane when you were measuring him for all the pieces and you caught a glimpse of that v-line! Right now, your minds were on a one track path and there was no chance of it derailing.

“..Ony..”

because of this, neither of you could fight your urges a second longer and he’d pose a question you’d been dying to hear. “..Can I kiss you? Lemme thank you for helping me..” and without hesitation.. “I think you know the answer.” ..you gave him the green light. In a matter of moments, he’d curl a finger underneath your chin before pulling your face closer and pressing your mouths together. His soft lips collided with your own and eventually, you’d begin to make out. Shoving your tongues around inside of each other’s jaws. Your palm would creep up to cup his face and you’d find yourselves locked in a heated moment of passion. You found yourselves tangled up; hands colliding and caressing the opposite frame and by the time you came up for air, yours were roaming underneath his tank top and his were all up your slightly parted thighs.

“Here..sit on my lap.” Commanding with such suaveness, you couldn’t move fast enough as those perfectly manicured fingers waved you towards him. Ony would chew at his lower lip after licking; his signature mannerism when he was feeling a bit aroused by you. He’d done it so many times, that he had to quell it and be on his best behavior. But now, he couldn’t be too vexed to do so. He wanted you and you’d realize just how much before the night was over. You’d follow his command, propping yourself on his muscular thigh. It was decorated by a single tattoo of Shenron from Dragon Ball Z, surrounded by the eight balls. It was such beautiful work but if Ony could be rather frank…he wanted nothing more than to have you grinding yourself on it or watch that ass clap against it! A depraved thought but a real one nonetheless.

“I think you deserve a break, baby..been working so hard tryna’ get me right…lemme take care of you for a lil’ bit.” It was once you were stationed on his lap with those legs slightly parted, did he resume those sloppy yet gentle pecks. Intermittently shoving his tongue into your mouth. He’d slowly trail those fingertips across your covered skin; still sheathed by those tights underneath your skirt that you’d worn at dinner. Rips had plagued the inner corners as they’d always done…it was nearly impossible for you to keep those or a pair of fishnets with how thick your flesh was. That didn’t seem to bother him at all though. To Ony, it was the most attractive shit a woman could have. He loved how soft and supple your skin was..always scented with cocoa butter and that sweet perfume he loved so much. He loved how your features just made everything you wore, cosplay or otherwise..look so accentuated. He couldn’t get enough. Meanwhile, those nimble digits worked their way up your skirt and stopped just a centimeter short of your aching center. Unbeknownst to him, this was the first time you’d been so close to a man and in such an intimate setting. But make no mistake, you weren’t scared. In fact, you invited the idea of having him be the first one to ‘deflower’ you.

“You gon’ let me do that, baby?..Can I play with this pretty pussy?..”

the lewd question sending pangs throughout the pit of your belly. You didn’t even hesitate to provide him an answer and before you knew it, he was ripping out the seat of those tights and peeling your panties back. As he suspected, you were dripping. He just knew you’d be some pressure but this was his first bit of confirmation. As you sat idly on his lap, Ony began to toy around with your cunt. Brushing ever so slightly over that clit and running his finger pads along your folds and lips..it was so sticky and he was certain that it tasted even better. A theory he’d put to the test soon enough. However, at the moment, he just wanted to get you stimulated. He wanted to see those cute little reactions when he rubbed on your aching bud and teased it over your hole. Your arm clenched around the back of his neck as you held on for leverage. You’d watch his every move. Following his pace step for step and it was agonizing to see him going so slowly. You needed him to do his worst already!

“Mmm…I knew this shit was gon’ be wet but damn..look at my fingers already and I ain’t even stuck ‘em in..”

referring to the copious amounts of slick coating the tips as he swiped up and down. Over the sound of the crisp air blowing from the vents, he could hear your stirred up secretions, only growing by the minute. And of course, those cute little moans escaping your throat. “Ony…fuck.” “Oh you like that, huh? Like when I play in this pretty hole, don’t you, mama?” All but rhetorically questioning when he finally decided to plunge his middle and index inside simultaneously; nearly making you come undone right there. You couldn’t even elicit a response until he gained a rhythm and slowly worked you over. A single strand of drool seeped from your lips as he gently thrusted those digits back and forth. He could sense just how tight you were from his digits alone. The anticipation to be inside of you was growing stronger. But for now, he’d hide his time and focus solely on your pleasure. Those gentle brown eyes were fluttering and had even rolled back whilst you rolled your hips in a circular motion to meet his movements while incoherent babble left your mouth. But that wouldn’t suffice..he needed to hear you say it.

“Unt uh..use your words, baby. I need to know I’m making you feel good..” and alas, he’d get his answer when he sped up his pace and clutched a hand around your throat. Squeezing ever so slightly to garner his desired reaction. Ony wouldn’t consider himself to be super dominant by any means but he loved taking control to show his girl she had nothing to worry about.

“Y-yeah, daddy. It feels so fucking good.” The name slipping out casually as you pounced up and down on those two fingers. You’d felt a slight tinge of embarrassment but Ony on the other hand? Felt empowered. He never really cared for the term but hearing you utter it with those mellifluous moans, he was reconsidering! In fact, he needed to hear it again. “That’s my good girl…here, lemme take this off too.” Referencing your tube top that had been housing those ample breasts and concealed under your sweater at the restaurant. For now though, he wanted to see his gifts unwrapped. “Fuck..these big ass titties so pretty, baby. I love the way they sit up..”

it was then that he’d bury his face between them and alternate between each one’s nipple while his fingers remained nestled inside of that warmth. They’d slowly work around, twisting until they prodded your g-spot and his tongue swirled those brown buds, lapping and licking. A combination of the stimulating movements had caused you to make quite the mess of his leg with creamy juices spilling forth. You were squirming, becoming restless and in need of an orgasm already. But Ony was enjoying this far more than he should and couldn’t be vexed to stop right now.

“You so fucking pretty, baby. I swear I be so happy when you’re around..”

doting on you constantly whilst working over your sweet spot. He could tell just how excited you had become, just by the way you writhed and squealed as well. In truth, you’d never been in a situation quite like this one. You look so salacious yet so innocent and it wasn’t something that was lost on Ony. In fact, he wanted to further exploit it..

“Open that mouth..” the command followed by you promptly obeying and him gliding those same digits that were just inside of you onto your tongue. It was such a cute sight..watching you suckle on his fingers with those brown doe eyes fixated on him. This was something that he could never grow tired of..reducing his pretty little best friend to his adorable slut! You’d whimper heavily around those digits, moaning and still rutting yourself against his exposed upper thigh. Meanwhile, he was pushing those digits in and out, even getting you to gag and drool a bit from the movements. “Fuck…there you go. Suck them fingers, baby. Taste that pretty pussy f’r me. Yeah, you know your shit good. Fine ass..” which prompted you to giggle. It wasn’t a compliment you received often and honestly, you never doubted that you were beautiful but it was something about him affirming you that made your heart flutter. Suddenly, his low drawl ascended a half a pitch higher when you’d snake your smaller hand into his shorts. You’d continue to be pacified on his fingers whilst jerking him off. You were inconsolable and when you noticed that very visible tent in his bottoms, you had to move.

“Oh my gosh—shit…keep playing wit’ it, just like that…stroke that fucking dick..” growling as he forced his digits a little more down your throat; depressing your tongue along the way and causing you to keep emitting drool. Which served as the perfect lubricant to his already leaking cock. “Mmmm…Ony. Need you to fuck me..” “..you want this dick, baby?” Neither of you could take much more of this teasing and when he’d utter the fateful question, asking if you wanted to go further, you didn’t even hesitate. Despite never being intimate with a man prior. Your only partners were women or your lovely assortment of toys that you’d stashed away in your dresser. Honestly, with your arsenal..you saw little to no need to even entertain these dudes. Any feeling or sensation they could bring forth, your Rose Toy and Bad Dragon could replicate times ten! However, it was something about Ony and the way he made you feel. Not just in an erotic sense, but an emotional one as well. You felt so safe and comfortable in his presence, that it only felt natural to submit. He brought forth your feminine energy and allowed you to thrive in it.

“Here, lay down f’r me, mama. Just like that..and keep them legs spread.”

upon giving you instructions, he’d long since removed you from his lap and allowed you lie flat against the mattress; just awaiting his next move. Your tits were still sitting up, spilled out of the tube top, shuffled around your belly..and those sheer fishnets were as good as torn. It was such a sexy view, that Ony didn’t even want to undress you. However, he stripped all of his clothing down and immediately joined you back on the bed. He’d hover above you with his shaft in hand, stroking slowly. The expression on your face told it all…and he couldn’t help but to laugh. “What’s wrong, baby? You look nervous.” To which all you could do was swallow the lump in your throat. Granted, you didn’t know what an actual human’s length was supposed to look like but from the girth of his and how nearly reached the end of his thigh, nervous was an understatement. What if you couldn’t handle it? What if you embarrassed yourself?!..

“Well don’t be..you know imma take my time witchu’..I been waiting on this a long time.” Whispering to you as he leaned down and met your gaze with warm eyes and gentle smile. Brushing your cheek with that cock still in his opposite palm, he’d place small kisses atop your forehead and eventually your lips. “You just tell me what I need to do..this is yours now. I wanna make you feel good..” but it was a given, blatantly obvious even at this point. You needed every last part and inch of him..with your reassurance, he asked once more if it were okay to keep going and you’d grant him permission with a palm of your own to the side of his face..whispering to him to put it inside of you. Cooing with sweet nothings and whiny breaths, (y/n) begged Ony to fulfill your wish and it wasn’t long before your eyes went wide and your face went flush..

“Oh God—“ “Fuck…”

in that moment, the sounds of squelching flesh, along with breathy gasps emitted into the room. The two of you clashed and joined as one, right there on the crisp sheets of that king bed. The first few inches of his cock embedded deep between your warm, massaging walls and it was a sensation that could only be described as euphoric. Your legs instinctively coiled his waist, your hands to the sides of his head and his arms on either side of your body. Lying there, awaiting his next move. But alas, he had to regain his composure. Out of fear of sounding a bit too egregious, he’d keep his thoughts to himself but you were most certainly the best pussy he’d ever felt and he hadn’t even made his first thrust! Even so, Ony released a deep grunt and focused his attention back to your pretty face. “You good, baby?..Can I start moving?” This question required a bit more consideration, as you need time to adjust. That initial feeling brought forth a pleasurable yet slightly painful feeling..you didn’t make it a point to disclose to him that you were technically a ‘virgin’..but seeing as how it wasn’t the very first time you’d felt penetration, you didn’t feel it important. Besides, at that very moment. None of the proverbial details really made a difference. All that mattered was that the two of you were comfortably, willing and all ready to take this next step. And after a moment of quick breaths and whimpers, you’d instruct him to keep moving. In which he’d make one full thrust in and out..

“Agghhh…fuck..there we go, baby. In and out..” eventually, you’d fall into a rhythm of kisses that mimicked his thrusts..each one slower than the last but full nonetheless. This was so you could get acclimated with the shape and size of his member. It was a bit much and by the expression on your face, Ony knew he couldn’t start out drilling your shit!..as badly as he wanted to..

“Yeah..you takin’ my dick so good, baby..you feel so warm..” doting on you whilst your tongues swished around one another’s mouths. Sloppy, wet and steamy; an ideal combination. Coupled with that of the slow, deep thrusts in and out of your tight cunt. One thing that you loved about him was that he wasn’t afraid to be vocal. He didn’t shy from the fact that he was feeling good and wanted everyone to know. “Mmmm…Onyyyy…” “I know, mama. I know..” it went without saying, you were certainly enjoying this and he’d do everything he could to make the situation the best he could. Keeping you reigned in close to his chest, Ony persisted with his thrusts, trying to slowly get you to conform to his shape and so far, it was working.

“There you go, baby. Open that shit up..lemme have it.” Soon, the sounds of thumping and smacking began to fill the atmosphere and you’d feel those strokes become a little faster. It was then that you’d feel the swollen tip of that girthy cock not only stretching you out but precisely hitting your spot as well. Once he knew this was your sought after core, he’d hone in on it and pound away with precise thrusts; even rolling his hips and reaching a hand down to massage your clit. You’d have a moment where you’d falter and that, along with those beautiful eyes rolled back. “Fuck!..f-fuck..yes!” However, he thrived off the satisfaction of seeing your expressions and how they shifted, the deeper he got.

“Unt uh..eyes up here. Lemme see that pretty face while I fuck you..gimme that pussy, baby. Yes..”

You found his commands so sexy and soothing. His voice was soft yet stern and you felt comforted by his tone. It was no wonder that you’d become nearly entranced by him. The smacking sounds only grew louder and that was thanks to the fact that you were a dripping puddle between your thighs. Pearly white secretions leaking everywhere, even coating his shaft entirely and making quite the mess. In one fell swoop, Ony shifted from cradling you to his own body, to pinning your legs to the mattress and spreading you wide open. From this angle, he’d have an ideal view of those voluptuous tits bouncing each time he thrusted. Or just how that plump cunt looked swallowing his cock.

“Oooh..you creaming all over my dick, baby…shit’s so fucking sexy. You like the way this shit feels?” “Y-yes, daddy. Thank you, thank you!—“ declaring so with his thumb pad rolling on your clit and a long trail of saliva coating your lips. He didn’t relent, even when you’d squeeze down on him. It was every bit of eight inches and you’d nearly taken all of it at this point..you couldn’t believe it. “I just knew your shit was good..knew this pussy was the best just by looking at you.”

which made the both of you break into a slight giggle. But you certainly had help getting to this point. This was a newfound sensation and your body was reacting accordingly.

“You bring it out of me..fucking me like this—“ the incoherent babble was followed by something that would only further prove his point. When he’d keep gliding back and forth, speeding up his movements..that’s when it happened…

“Oh shit!—“ “AHH!! FUCK!…” as you’d whimper and cry out, even pawing at his abs as those streams of juices began to spill out and hit not only the linen underneath but his torso as well. Marking his decadent skin with splashes of your liquid. He’d never seen and you’d never experienced anything like it!

“..look at you squirting on that dick, baby...” although you were beginning to feel depleted, your body craved more of him. You wanted to keep going until either of you could move another inch. A wish that would soon come to fruition when you felt Ony’s thrusts become a bit more sporadic and off rhythm. He’d begin to falter, falling prey to your sex. Admittedly, it’d been ages since he’d had sex or a proper orgasm to boot but you were on a whole other playing field! The plush of those thighs, the ripple of that pudgy tummy and big tits, not to mention, the warmth of your wet hole…it was simply too much for him to fathom!

“Onyyyy!..” the louder you cried out, clawing into his skin; albeit his back or his abdomen, the more motivated he became to give you the most pleasure he could possibly help you attain. Even so, he’d make certain of your well-being all throughout. Asking if you were okay to keep moving..not doing so without explicit instructions and checking constantly to see if your expressions matched your sounds. He only wanted tears brought forth from joy and ecstasy, not pain. But the smile plastered on your face was pretty indicative of how good you felt! “Haaa..yeah, baby. I’m right here—tell me what you need…”

clinging to the last semblance of dominance he could muster, Ony slowed his pace down back to the original and held you close once more. He needed it..not just your body, but you in your entirety. He needed to hear you say that he was the one that you desired…that he could officially be your special person and never let you go for as long as he lived. It was all he had wanted, since the day he first cast eyes on you. When he first saw you in those shirts and sweats with his favorite series on it and when he first saw you in those cosplays. It was a moment that he not only wanted to remember but keep reliving. He wanted what the two of you had to last for an eternity…“..I love you....” the words sending your heart fluttering like butterflies in a garden. It was all you had been waiting to hear come from his mouth. Ony thought he’d never truly be able to utter the phrase and it has substantial weight behind it but now, he’d found his one and only who made the words come to life.

“I love you too, Ony…” so with a gentle stroke of your fingers to the side of his face, right there in that hotel room…the two of you consummated what had long since been established. The feelings of adoration for one another that could not be contained. It wasn’t long before either of you would reach your peak and before long, he was heaving and holding onto you with the last remnants of his strength.

“..come. Come for me, Ony…come in me..”

With that, you’d answer his earlier question and he’d have no problem fulfilling your request! He’d spotted you taking your birth control pills once you returned from dinner so any qualms he had dissipated. “I’m coming!…imma nut—“ veins bulge from his forehead and hands as he continues rutting into you. Ony’s fingertips grasped the headboard behind you and would serve as his balance as every ounce of his warm seed began to trickle into your inviting womb..you’d both reach that climatic peak together and following your stream of sexual secretions, was a trail of joyous tears shrouding your faces. Heavy gasps and breathless whimpers escaped your throats before you collapsed into one another’s arms. Once you were both back in the realm of reality, lying underneath him, (y/n) didn’t waste another moment before pulling him into a searing, passionate kiss. One that neither of you wanted to break.

but alas, your gazes would meet and you’d break into a fit of light chuckles.

“How you feel? You good?”

“Oh I’m just fine…are you good?”

poking fun at one another’s reactions in that final moment of ecstasy. But you were both feeling quite well after that. And you wanted nothing more than to keep reveling in it but tomorrow the big day awaited and you both needed rest…

“I’m straight…I mean, shit…you put it on me for real..where you learn to do them lil’ tricks at?” Referring to your earlier display of waterworks but you’d have to tease him once. “A lady never reveals her secrets..” you’d tease back, pursing a finger to his lips before he’d slowly began to pull out, dragging a string of pearlescent cum along with him and splattering a bit on your tummy on the way out. “Besides, I gotta finish your outfit before I fall asleep—“ “Unt uh…you ain’t getting up until you drink sum’ and wipe off. I can get you some snacks from downstairs too.” That’s when he’d roll over and crawl out of the bed, going over to the bathroom to retrieve a warm washcloth and some water from the mini fridge adjacent to the foot of the mattress. He wasn’t going to let you up until he made certain you could handle it. That was Ony’s overprotective nature for you. But it came from nothing but the purest intentions.

“That is not necessary. I’ll be fine.” “Yeah, but you my girl…and imma always take care of you. So hush.” Kissing your forehead ever so gently before sitting at your side and running that rag over your skin. It felt quite nice and you were glad he made you rest for a moment because your body had been through a foreign experience and he made every single second of it magical…you knew that you wanted to create more memories like this with him for as long as possible. Albeit a convention, a date or even kicking it at his place as you watched him play video games. You just wanted to remain in his presence and remain his girl forever.

“Aye, you gone let me sleep in the wet spot?..I wanna stay cool tonight.”

“..Ony, get away from me, please.”

even if he did work the last good nerve you had sometimes!

[bootyshitter]

kenma's apology for saying slurs on stream

Hello

Sorry for the late reply.

Greetings my little kittens

Hello I’m Kenma your twinkiest discord mod

But as of recent let’s just say the king kitten got declawed

Just because a word that little old me said

I’m so sorry ima shoot myself straight in the head

With a self reflection gun

I did what could not be undone

Cus let’s just talk one-on-one ladies but it may not be fun, cus hun ive dun one worse than the huns in the year three seventy one

Kittens I never meant to offend

And now I shall make an amend

I’m someone that you need not to defend

Unless you insist, which I would commend

Call me an apologist

Cus boy I be heading to the gynecologist

Just because I am a feminist

Sorry I didn’t make a good impressionest

Because ladies, all coochie matters

Even the ones that splatters

Trust me I wish good health on all your bladders

Cus this bussy is not all for one

It’s one per ball.

Forgive me little kittens I am not trying to stall

Oh man where are my manners

Let me tell you a story sadder than cancers

when I was young my papa would force me to say slurs about women

And when I didn’t hit me a candle scented persimmon

And Id always said NO I CANT

And took a box of galvanized steel from my aunt

But I was not able to beat the indoctrination from my papa in fact

By the way,

did I mention I have thunder thighs and a slutty waist

Kittens if you cancel me wouldn’t that be a waste

Hold on…

Actually I changed my mind

Now I’m letting my true light shine

Because through all these riddles and rhymes I’m spouting

I have been blind

Nword, fword, bword, dword

Like what is this lgbtq you see blerd ?

Now Hearing slurs done made my boochie purred

Like my boy over there wigglton Richard Fagglton the third

I’ll say the word again with the same gusto

Just to annoy them females that I hate so much, yo

BAKA

BAKA

BAKA

Unsinserely signed,

Thunder thigh baka kitten kenma.

[ericdeggans]

The fun and fear of guest hosting All Things Considered

As a longtime NPR nerd, I have often listened to the smooth, smart anchors leading broadcasts of our newsmagazines and wondered: Could I do that?

Last Saturday and Sunday, I found out, when I got the chance to fill in for Michel Martin as guest anchor on Weekend All Things Considered.

I knew from a stint guest hosting CNN’s late, lamented media analysis show Reliable Sources years ago, that even a temporary host can have lots of influence over a show. The key is to assemble a lineup of interviews and stories which are informative and newsy, but also show off the host’s strengths by speaking to their expertise, enthusiasms and abilities.

For me, it was also an opportunity to pull together some dreamed-about interviews, backed by the appeal to the subject of appearing on a newsmagazine which reaches millions of listeners over a weekend. My biggest fear: breaking news which would require lots of live anchoring; fortunately, the news gods smiled down and people seemed to chill out for the holiday weekend.

Here's links to some of the stories we offered over those two days. Their quality is a real testament to the staff at Weekend All Things Considered, who were supportive, understanding of a newbie’s nerves and so good at their jobs, it made speaking to an audience of millions exhilarating and fun – and only a little bit scary.

This is one of my favorite interviews: blerding out on comic book lore with Ryan Coogler, director of Wakanda Forever, which stands at the top of the box office. We talk about the death of Black Panther star Chadwick Boseman, making longtime antihero Namor a Mayan (and those ankle wings!) and how two guys wrote a female centered, big budget Marvel movie. Click here to listen.

I’m a late-night TV nerd. So it was beyond fulfilling to get two of the smartest comics in late night to spend a little time talking about the future of late night TV and whether it makes sense to call out comics out for monologues which seem, for some, to encourage and/or minimize antisemitism or prejudice. The Daily Show’s Roy Wood Jr. and The Amber Ruffin Show’s Jenny Hagel were super smart, super funny and super thoughtful in this discussion, which you can hear by clicking here. Another version can be found in our podcast Consider This.

Flying to Washington DC on Thanksgiving night, I was astonished to see tech journalist Kara Swisher taking apart Twitter’s new owner Elon Musk in a series of tweets where she called him her biggest disappointment in 25 years as a tech reporter. During a staff a meeting the next day, I asked the team: Do you think we could get Swisher to talk with us about what happened? Turns out, they could, and we talked about Elon, whether we’re seeing the twilight of the tech bro and the future of Black Twitter. Listen here.

One thing NPR does well is spotlight up and coming artists before they become household names. So I was proud and honored to feature a revealing interview with Elegance Bratton, director/writer of the new film The Inspection, a movie based on his own life about a Black, gay homeless man -- rejected by his homophobic mother – who seeks refuge in the Marines. After the interview was done, Elegance told us he had dreamed of being interview by NPR about one of his films for years. We were happy to make that one come true – click here to listen.

A talk with Stephen Fowler of Georgia Public Radio on the start of voting in the state’ contentious Senate runoff election between Democrat Raphael Warnock and Republican Herschel Walker.

A conversation with expert Manuel Zamarripa on how to process the trauma from media coverage of mass shootings.

Discussion of the podcast White Hats, which dissects the complex and often bloody history of a group typically lionized in film and TV shows: The Texas Rangers.

Words with Senator Amy Klobuchar on her plans to convene a hearing on Ticketmaster’s dominance of the concert ticketing industry after their massive failure to sell tickets to Taylor Swift’s new concert tour.

[celestemagnoliathewriter]

I hope you don't take the ask I sent the wrong way. I think your response was generally very well-thought-out, as the things you post on your blog generally tend to be. I especially appreciate how you emphasized the need to balance being mindful of the environment we create for other fans with understanding that this is a hobby people engage in for fun and self-expression. Both are definitely true! And you made a good point about the issues in canon that impact how female characters are seen in the fandom. Especially given JKR's awful beliefs and how they make their way into the text, it's definitely important to be mindful of that.

Not at all!* I take constructive criticism as well as I can and really try to understand where I've had a blind spot, of which I know I have many, and then try to do better.

Thank you for your comments! Being mindful of the environment we create was another lesson I learned from being in fandom, as was the notion of fandom not being activism. Being mindful of source texts & our own transformative works can be really good for everyone in the fandom community.

Julian Wamble, PhD, professor at George Washington University, sums up in this TikTok video some of the same sentiments that I've had regarding being in the fandom. He teaches a class on Harry Potter & Social Identity and has a lot of TikTok videos on the HP characters. (He is #professorgoals and if I could teach a class on Harry Potter & Philosophy at the university level I would be so happy.)

*in reference to this ask

[mars-da-volcanic-elemental]

So ahhh…What’s up with Prehn?

I’ll tell ya! It’s a rather long thing just letting ya know.

I had to deactivate my tiktok account for a couple of weeks, because I was being targeted by the Tiktok report system, received account strikes unjustly, and many posts and comments were taken down without an explanation or an insufficient reason.

@NudioCreations advised me to deactivate for a couple weeks to keep my account from further unjustified reports to get me permanently banned. (Highly recommend giving them a follow, their resin-work is flipping wonderful.)

Okay so as far as the situation goes...I have a few theories on who may be targeting my tiktok account specifically. I've made things that may piss folks off.

Fair warning this is a long list, I'm a bit of an altruistic person so bear with me.

List below:

1) “it’s all men until it’s no men” & “it’s not all of you but it’s enough of you.”

(Both are the same which warrant "it's all men.")

2) The mistreatment and hell Romani folks suffer every day, and Anti-blackness being global. (Racism overall).

3) My support for Black and/or Indigenous and/or other multi-marginalized Women, Femmes, and Queer folks of many origins.

4) Transphobes mad about my existence (specifically me being femme-presenting despite being an agender stud with they/them pronouns)

5) Me posting billionaire content to my Tiktok Story, specifically how they’re thought to be reacting vs how they’re actually reacting to climate change (that one upset Tiktok so much, they’re a corporation).

6) Me having to reach out for financial aid to eat and otherwise. Or boosting others in need of financial aid or help of any sorts.

7) Dueting and posting valid concerns about the September 1, 2023 strike. That one pissed off so many folks and I received so much hatred for that.

8) Popping off at a person who said HEINOUS Anti-Artist shit to a Black Artist for hating the Christian-ized version of “Hello Christ I just sinned again,” (just—let Black women and Black queers have shit, damn?) or me blocking after making one pop-off comment at folks in the comments who defend rapists and predators. (Specifically during a circumstance where I agreed to 🌶️🍆 predators being recruited for animal testing. Keep in mind I am a survivor of multiple traumas including of that variety. But human rights was brought up despite folks being bad. Specifically a commenter’s teacher said:

“It’s human rights to be protected. Even though they did something horrible.” -Commenter’s Teacher

And while that’s important, it’s also important to point out and remember the following:

“Human Rights are to be protected. There is truth to what the teacher said, however the system and folks that’s supposed to be protecting its people from predators, isn’t doing right by multimarginalized folks, marginalized folks, SA Survivors, Trauma Survivors, and Disabled folks, and even Children; heck they violate human rights against us all day every day, but the violators get away with it all the 99% of the time.”

That’s just from my experience in United States of America.

9) A huge Black Blerd Tiktok Account who was very like "Give us men our props we love y'all it's not all men!" After the Black young adult (deemed Megamind) making a specific video about women/femmes who reject nice guys like him deserve to be [unfortunate choice of words] (using a cherry tomato but I digress) was caught and arrested, and I blocked him and his many accounts that are for hating Black Women. His followers, who I also blocked who went after me or commented at me, have been going after folks left and right on the platform.

I have more about specifically TikTok's inaction and the things I suffered in my last relationship here:

Apparently, it's reason enough so target me and those closest to me.

Which is unfortunate because…I used my tiktok as it was the only platform left that ensured I was able to get financial assistance with food.

At this rate any help is appreciated. I’d just rather folks not go to twitter when it involves me or mention of me, because of what I suffered there. More here:

“I’d really appreciate any cash you’re able to send over my way so I can eat, and such. I think it’s just the AT&T bill and one IbisPaint X thing I have to pay left for this month. And I have a few needs I need help with on my wishlist. I knew not of any other options—so I’m…reaching out.”

https://wise.com - lyrica.anya@gmail.com

Zelle https://www.zellepay.com/ - lyrica.anya@gmail.com

Gift to ABLE account (Ignore Deadname Pls and Thank you)

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[ceruleanmusings]

curve ball // inconsolable au

because @theblerdbox gave me the confidence to dive into writing more au ficlets/fics, this au happened. and that the last two paragraphs of stanley's "after cgl" section of his survival guide book when he talked about his life in high school exists. so thank you blerd and thank you louis sachar.

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Mickey sat at the top of the bleachers again.

It wasn't that he looked for her but, well, no one else was around so it was noticeable. She was noticeable. Even when she kept her head down, facing her drawn up knees where she doodled or did homework or something in the notebook she always had with her. She didn’t come every time, but every time she did he noticed.

Stanley messed with the brim of his cap, pulling it lower on his forehead, his curls puffing out from beneath it at all sides like a cloud. Though not quite like the light, fluffy ones dotting the blue sky above. People actually paid attention to those. Liked them, too.

Fidgeting with his hat again, he lowered the brim enough to block out the screaming glare of the sun. Unlike Zigzag who seemed to make it his mission to keep constant eye contact with the sun back in the outfield. Though he wasn’t alone in his idle distractions: Twitch gnawed on the excess lace of his glove as if attached to an infinite length of noodle and Barfbag lie back on the grass as if working on his tan. He may as well, they didn’t have much else to do while waiting for someone to get a hit.

So far all of X-Ray’s pitches hadn’t gone back to him, a feat he pointed out every time Magnet or Armpit whiffed with a loud guffaw followed up by some sort of taunt. Usually commenting how bored he is and if he wanted to give his one arm a workout he could just be spending his time at home. Squid stood quietly nearby, jaw working on the large wad of dark gum rolling in his mouth.

“We’re lookin’ at a power hitter.” Stanley nearly jumped when Hector spoke, even if his words were directed down towards the clipboard in his hands than up at him. They still commanded attention, only because words came so few and far between. Even though their tutoring sessions Stanley did most of the talking. It wasn’t until a few weeks ago Stanley knew Hector could speak at all. And that was to correct him on being referred to as Zero. The entire B-team bestowed each other with nicknames within a week after returning from a training camp. Judging by the stats collected in Hector’s small and tight handwriting, they would have benefited from less time ragging on one another instead. “Armpit’s good when he can land one, but otherwise...” Spelling and grammar may be difficult for him, but math and numbers all but poured out of his soul. They didn’t think twice putting him in charge of keeping track of stats, for them and their opponents.

Stanley nodded, going back to rubbing polish on the metal bat X-Ray insisted on using. There was nothing different about it compared to the others, though X-Ray claimed the bat length was just slightly shorter than the rest of the regulation ones handed out to their team, which meant his swing speed was superior than the others. If only that helped his lack of control on the hit. He could pitch well but he lacked when it came to landing hits in the right places, namely not directly into the opposing team’s gloves. His claims of his large glasses allowing him to see the field better than everyone else didn’t hold as much punch as it used to.

“C’mon man, let me have a turn,” Magnet said from where he leaned against the entrance to the dug off.

“Not until i get a hit,” Armpit replied, stomping his cleats into the dirt at the plate.

Magnet rolled his eyes. “So I’m never gonna get a shot then, huh?”

“Man, shut up.”

“Why don’t you give up? You’re never gonna get it. You’re always gonna strike out, like with that Tatiana chick.”

“Man, I told you to shut up!”

Magnet said something back in Spanish, which either wasn’t the right thing to say or Armpit just didn’t understand him; either way, the two ended up chest to chest within seconds, yelling in each other’s faces. Their coach could’ve intervened if their couch wasn’t passed out in his truck in the back parking lot. They didn’t have to check on him to see if that were actually they case, he was a coach in name only. The A-Team got the dedicated coach. The A-Team got everything, the better bus, the better jerseys, the better equipment, the school’s respect.

And the attention. Not that Stanley particularly wanted attention, he wouldn’t know what to do with it if he ever got it. People looked through him or past him so often it still surprised him if a teacher called on him in class. And attention from girls? That was a pipe dream. Besides, he didn’t even know what to do if one ever said ‘hi’ to him. They’d have to know he existed first.

“Bro, I’m takin’ a break,” Squid said, walking past X-Ray towards the stands. He spat out a long, thin stream of dark liquid as he went, the bulge in his cheek bouncing. X-Ray also left the mound, heading straight for Armpit and Magnet. Zigzag and Barfbag remained in the outfield but Twitch took off running, diving nearly headfirst into his bag once off the field to grab some sort of tubed candy. Not that he needed the extra energy.

“What do you think?” Hector’s large eyes bored into Stanley.

Stanley didn’t have a chance to ask about what—perhaps if they should forfeit the season before it even started?—when vibrating rumbles against the metal bleachers grabbed his attention and his breath lodged in his chest when he realized Mickey had descended and now stood nearby. She leaned against the fence, extending a gatorade in Squid’s direction, a half-open backpack hung off the crook of her elbow.

“I don’t need a babysitter,” he stated. The bite to his words softened a little due to the tiniest hint of a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth when he took the bottle. He downed half of the bright blue liquid in two gulps.

“It’s not babysitting when you’re waiting on your ride,” she said.

Squid brushed the liquid running down his chin off with the back of his arm. “Speaking of, I gotta drop Zig off on the way back. That cool?”

“Fine. As long as he keeps his shoes on this time.”

“My car, my rules.”

Her head tilted back, amplifying her anguish. “Dude, I’m not drowning in boy stink again!”

Squid shrugged. “Open a window.”

“Your windows stick.”

“Well I’m sorry it’s not a horse-drawn carriage, Princess.”

“It’d smell better.”

A wicked gleam appeared in his eye. “Let’s compare.” Despite her shriek of protest, Squid lifted his arm and pulled Mickey’s face into the pit. “Yeah, get right up in there.”

“Oh my god, you’re so gross!”

Squid chuckled as she squirmed free, taking another big swig of gatorade just as the metallic smack of a ball vibrated across the field. Twitch dropped the bat by his feet and it rolled harmlessly away as the ball sailed through the air towards Barfbag’s position in the outfield. He jumped to his feet and shuffled backwards while Hector added new numbers to the chart on the paper he’d been keeping track of. Leave it to him to take even the practices into consideration. He certainly left no stone unturned.

Stanley lifted his eyes only to nearly drop X-Ray’s bat when they landed on Mickey only to see her looking back. Her face remained blank for a second, and then she blinked and she smiled. He turned, glancing over his shoulder, only to look back and see her eyes still on him, smile growing a touch wider, enough to carve dimples in her cheeks.

Air squeezing out his lungs, Stanley forced his eyes back to the filed just in time to watch Barfbag dive for the ball and end up crashing along the ground, head over heels.

The thudding of his heart against his chest jumped up, now sparked with a different kind of fear and something told him it had everything to do with Barfbag clutching his leg and Stanley was sure it wasn’t supposed to bend like that.

[daystarvoyage]

iMPORTANT MESSAGE

WHY I DID THIS BLOG, fandom , growing up a blerd & female cosplay & drag.

Hey, my starry day voyagers the voting for the owl house debunking video is closing so keep voting, anyway. I just want to discuss why I wanted to make this page & blog about animations, fashion & how I became the fabulous brown sugar queen you see on my channel. This is Kyoko cane Unafraid Fierce, & fabulous melanin siren. YOUTUBE SELF INSERT COMING UP

As a kid growing up being born in an African American family to a dedicated mother youngest of 4 having the refrigerator & tv as my best friend my best friend due to my autism ADHD,

having least friends or little interactions, from being picked on viciously for being BI ever since high school Or even terms come gas at youth Unknown of the word, now genderqueered few years later having to branch out my mind.

I always had a ball of energy to be able to see things at a very beautiful intuitive way, being in love with my own skin in the 90s, you know black love can do good to all, wanting to be famous myself using this platform to do good.

My first introduction to cartoons was at the age of 3 when I was always to television reshaped how we see things with artistic value heart & soul be it from the works of Disney, Don Bluth, anime Loving only first shojo Genre & josei even & various sitcoms even to some extent some aged well or poorly, this is when I wanted to focus on calling out the flaws of cartoons & anime introduced to me around Toonami era,

before it became problematic today due to the over-sexualization or girls along Western animation, which never crossed my mind due to how progressive it tackled certain situations, it really woke me up today that there so many problems in shows today cause people to focus on being famous clout and propaganda overshadowing good storytelling, writing, etc & we should overcome and fix. I hope this blog reaches anyone who felt their opinions or statement on media or if they have been shunned bullied or ostracized in a group or area cause I had my fair share. I want you to use your proud voice to be who you explore your self-worth & what you can contribute, open your minds relax & listen and have consideration when it comes to different views, so by the time this ends I’ll be editing the next video in the store. With good intentions & love from the brown sugar queen herself.

also have a youtube so make sure to check out my other activities

[mzmarvelstorm110ljs]

ark Carpe diem podcast/guest "Steve's real name no gimmicks" from the hold up tv

learning how to be yourself no matter what. these are deep words and true stories about being a creative blerd an Harlem. in this episode, we get an interesting and motivating chat with Steve, a real name, no gimmicks from the holder of television. He talks about his origin stories of growing up in Harlem, being a black boy in becoming a black man. He talks about his podcast. What is the…

[bruhmanbeyond]

“Punk SZN has returned”

Nas x CM Punk

Edited by: me

🎧: Hate Me Now by Nas fr. Diddy

[omegasamwilson]

Sam Wilson Headcanons That Have Nothing To Do with Bucky Because I’m Mad About the MTV Awards

-Sam Wilson has his Master’s in Social Work. He originally wanted to work with youth in a school setting but then his PTSD got worse and he went to a support group and found his calling

-He completed his BSW+MSW in four years using the GI Bill + other scholarships

-He played baseball and did pole vault in high school. He also ran the 3200x4 for track but definitely preferred pole vaulting

-He was a Momma’s boy, thru and thru

-He got into exactly one fight in high school and it was because someone talked mess about Sarah so he rocked their shit. His dad took him out for ice cream when he got suspended

-Speaking of which, Sam was terrified of coming out to his dad, a Baptist preacher, and it caused him to try to distance himself from being close to his dad. When he finally did come out, at 15, his dad told him that he knew, that he loved Sam, and that God had created him exactly as he was.

-One of his most prized possession is a beautifully letter his father wrote him that includes the words “queer people are holy.” He sobbed when he first read it and every single time since

-when Sarah’s husband died, (in the midst of Sam looking for Bucky) Sam moved down to NOLA for a few weeks to help Sarah with her newborn and toddler

-the “Uncle Sam” thing has been a running joke ever since Sarah’s oldest was born.

-Sam attended “Donuts with Dads” so that Cass wouldn’t feel left out

-The first time his nephew gave him Father’s Day cards, he cried and his youngest nephew crawled in his lap and said, “it’s okay, Uncle Sam.” And his older nephew was like, “it means we love you.”

-Sam has provided medical care at Black Lives Matter protests since 2012, and he and some friends went to Ferguson in 2014 to provide healthcare

-he loves food trucks. He also definitely has the Okra app so whenever he travels he knows which Black opened restaurants to travel

-he played ultimate frisbee in college and got involved in it when he met another vet in college that really enjoyed the sport

-he has a soft spot for dogs and he definitely considering getting one to train as a therapy dog before he started working for Cap

-although he doesn’t do group at the VA anymore, he volunteers whenever he can

-he’s done a marathon to raise awareness for Veteran mental health

-running helped him cope with his PTSD and gave him time to reflect and think

-he does not really like drinking water, as evidence by the fact he gets back from a run and reaches for a refreshing glass of ORANGE JUICE

-he tells people his favorite Star Wars trilogy is the sequels because it pisses people off

-he was a HUGE Blerd as a kid

-he played the trumpet in high school and was actually pretty good about it

-his favorite subject in school was English

-he actually enjoyed physics and other math classes and liked it even moreso after doing para-rescue because that’s what flying is

-he and Sarah are sure to schedule monthly phone calls to check in. He kept those up even while on the run

-he loves Marvin Gaye but also Kendrick Lamar, Kevin Gates, Taylor Swift, Boys II Men, and Fall Out Boy. He’ll also listen to anything at least once

-he never “like” reacts on Facebook unless he’s feeling petty and passive aggressive

-he’s marched in several pride parades and has helped facilitate events for Black LGBT youth

-he definitely accidentally comes out to a Captain America fan because he can’t resist making a pun about being gay. It’s a young 19 year old queer kid from a homophobic home and their eyes go wide and they promise they would never out Sam but that they’re so glad they know at least one hero that is like them

-Sam gets the kid’s name and finds out they’re a student at MIT who has been disowned by their parents and forwards their info to Pepper to make sure their college, housing, and other necessities are paid for

-he totally bought Sarah a copy of “Go the Fuck to Sleep” when her kid was born. And definitely followed it up with a copy of “You Have to Fucking Eat.”

-his favorite book is “The Snowy Day” because he fell in love with it as a kid but if anyone asks his default is either “Lord of the Rings” or “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings” both books he loved but not his favorite

-his nephews are his favorite people on this planet and he would literally move heaven and earth for their safety

[artistgoudeau]

Black/fem reader x Everyone “The Do-Over”

Reader is a huge Blerd (black nerd) that gets transported to Attack on Titan universe in the year 843. She “luckily” was coming home from vacation. Fell asleep on the plane and woke up outside the walls (with her bags to make life easier for y/n) Now reader is curvy and has a fat ass (I DO make the rules). This, plus her darker skin and fluffy hair, drives everyone crazy. Erwin, Levi, Miche, and Hange are all very close. Rumors go around about them fucking all the time. But no one could prove it. You didn’t even know if they liked each other. You could only guess. But Erwin is always so interested in talking with you. Clumsy man seems to always drop something on the floor for you to bend over and reach. Hange squeals everytime she sees you and is NOT shy about flirting with you. You’re so pretty and she genuinely is curious about you. She ends up brushing her hands in weird places but that’s just her being extra excited. Levi is canonically a virgin so you wouldn’t want to make him uncomfortable with your cleavage and fat thighs when it was hot and you had to train. But it seemed okay because everytime you looked his way, his eyes would travel up from your ass to your eyes and stay there. Miche was the most obvious. He liked to flirt and joke about what your babies would look like. How those kind of hips are rare and he would love to help you with extra training. He would sniff you often. Commenting on how your hair smelled so soothing. You catch the other three vets staring daggers at him if they happen to catch his flirting.

One day you overhear a conversation happening in the commander's office. Eavesdropping isn’t very nice.

Miche: good GOD I can’t take much more of this..

Levi: Are you some teenage idiot who can’t keep it in his pants? Y/n has probably had enough of the fucking flirting! You’re her superior! Act. Like. It.

Hange: Now WAIT A MINUTE! I know for a fact you’ve been beating off to her in the showers!

Levi: And just how THE HELL would you know that?

Erwin: Okay. Okay. Let’s not beat around the bush, y/n is very…ahem… attractive. But we can’t just all gang up on her with our feelings.

Miche: Why not?

Hange/Levi/Erwin: WHAT THE FUCK?!/ Hah?!EXCUSE ME!

Miche: whoa whoa whoa! I didn’t mean FORCE HER! I meant what if we all approached her in our own way and try to actually build bonds with her. She will feel left out if only one of us showed interest and the rest of us just ignore her trying to be nice. Besides, I don’t really want anyone else to have a chance to steal her. If we can learn to share we might be able to make this work.

Erwin: That is incredibly-

Before your commander could even finish his sentence you dropped your papers you were holding close to your chest as you leaned your ear to the door to listen. Up until that moment you had very sinful thoughts about most of the scouts. Muscles + being in an unfamiliar place with no one to relate to or really even looks like you = sad(horny) and desperately seeking an excuse to act out. It was juvenile, you knew. But you had been transported to an ENTIRELY fictional world where you knew everything about everyone and you were the ONLY brown skinned person in the walls! You had been stuck out in the wilderness when you were caught by none other than the Commander himself.

~Flashback~

You both stared at each other for what felt like hours. Him: looking at a woman with features he’s NEVER seen before. A person that only exists in the past and in his fathers stories about the world. You: completely stunned by the fact that one second you were at the airport on your way home from vacation, and now you are staring at a man (that you have definitely read questionable fanfiction of) staring at you. That would just be too good of a cosplay to have a giant naked man also running behind him to catch up to you two. Then you snapped out of it and called him by his name.

Y/n: ERWIN MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!

You were running towards him before you even registered what was happening. You ran to his horse's backside and stood at a decent distance before you smacked its ass and it ran like hell. Erwin seemed to be in a trace as his eyes followed your frame but his hearing stopped working. When his horse suddenly lurched forward he was nearly thrown off but had enough sense to right himself before turning to look back at you trying to run the titan in a different direction. What the fuck are you doing?

Y/n: oh fuck! I’m gonna die! I can’t believe this! I hope Erwin is okay! God if you’re there I need some fucking help!

God answered your prayers that day.

As if on cue (like it’s a tv show or something) the titan suddenly is struck from it’s nape and falls a few fucking feet from you!!! You didn’t even have to look up to know that it was Levi who came to the rescue. Not that you could, you were currently hyperventilating, sweating, and swearing.

Levi: hey! HEY! Look at me! Can you tell me your name? How did you get out here? Are you alone?

You had enough sense (and therapy) to try and focus on his words.

Y/n: my name is y/n. I don’t know. And I don’t know. I just woke up here.

Levi: outside the walls?

Y//n: looks like it.

Erwin finally speaks up after watching Levi save you then listening to Levi question you.

Erwin: How is that possible? There’s no one living beyond the walls and someone as unique as you would’ve been hard to miss inside the walls.

You look at Erwin and you can’t control the deviated look on your face. Both of them catch it but they don’t know what it means. You are crashing now from the rush of life saving adrenaline. You need to be quick and concise here and get your point across.

Y/n: I am not from this world. But everything you know about the Titans and this world has been a lie. *you look to Erwin and stare into his eyes* Your father was right, Erwin. And because he was so close to the truth the MPs killed him. And he WAS very close. I know the truth the king is hiding from you all and I want to make this right.

Erwin and Levi are stunned. The truth of everything?! Dropped seemingly from the sky!? This must be a trap! But Erwin's father being mentioned was entirely too specific.

Erwin: How do you know my father if you aren’t from this world? How do we know you aren’t a mad woman dressed so strangely and speaking in a dialect I can’t quite grasp. Even if you aren’t mad, how could we possibly know you are telling the truth.

You think for a moment then look to Levi

Y/n: Your name is Levi Ackerman. You were born from Kuschel Ackerman, who was a prostitute, so your father is unknown. She died while you were still young and you were raised by a man named Kenny. He taught you how to fight with a knife and then left you when you could defend yourself. You and you friends, Isa-

Levi: ENOUGH!

You flinch away but you understand. You just told a lot of his personal business right next to Erwin and you’re almost sure he didn’t know all of that. But accuracy was key here. You couldn’t be lying or crazy to recount his life in such detail. He and Erwin were stunned.

Erwin: I think it’s best if you come with us.

Y/n: please. I promise I just want to help humanity.

Levi: tch by spilling everyone’s personal information?

Y/n: no. Because I know everything that happens concerning the titans, humanity, and survey corps for the next 2000 years. And in the next five years, if we don’t change the future, humanity and the earth itself will be 80% decimated. The ground will be uninhabitable for hundreds of years. And even when humanity somehow survives. The land you all currently occupy. Your cultures. Your literature. Your pasts, presents, and futures will be completely eradicated by the outside world in the next 2000 years. Please believe me. I DON'T want this to happen and I’m sure you don’t either. What’s more, I can prove it.

Erwin: Show me.

Chapter end

Please leave comments and criticisms. I am just starting out writing fanfics and I want to make sure I’m doing something right lmao.

[theblerdbox]

This Black History Month, I would like to pay tribute to my favorite (adult) book of all time.

Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison

I read Song of Solomon for the first time my junior year in High School for a book report. The book was assigned to me, one of two black students in Miss Manning’s 11th grade honors literature class.

I won’t lie, I didn’t want to read it. My classmates were reading Catch 22, Slaughterhouse Five, and 1984. I wanted what they had. But my (white) English teacher urged me, “You have to read this book.”

She was right. Once I picked it up, I couldn’t put it down.

Song of Solomon was the first book to make me cry, to make me laugh, to make me furious….to make me proud to be a Black American.

To this day, out of all the books I’ve read in my 28 years of life, I’ve never read a book that made me feel the way Song of Solomon made me feel.

I’ve read it several times since then. This copy looks the way it should with smudges and stains from tears, coffee, and ink.

Notes in its margins and love in its binds.

Toni Morrison has a way with words that grabs the reader by their gut.

This is a story everyone should read:

Black.

White.

Asian.

Male.

Female.

Rich & Poor.

This is an All American story.

I could leave you with a profound quote, but there are too many to chose from. So, instead, I urge you to grab yourself a copy, and read away. Read, read, and read until your eyes grow sore and your soul begs for mercy.

That is your right.

Signed,

The Blerd Box

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[gashousegables]

Jalice Week 2020 Day 2

TFW someone recognises you and you have no clue who they are but you try and keep up conversation to be polite but you’re ~~soulmates~~

Bella, Alice and Angela sit in a triangle shape in Angela’s room, with the mirror on the floor in front of them.

Bella blows out a slow sigh, as Alice murmurs what she was reading from her print-out, “I have a bad feeling about this ….” the girl mumbles.

“Is it because we’re using a spell we found on the internet to find true love?” Angela asks her kindly, “Or is it because the mirror is glass and it’s on the floor?”

Bella twists her palm with a grimace. “Bit of both,” she admits, shooting Alice a look when she absently laughs at her, “look – it involves blood and you know I get squeamish ….”

Alice flaps a hand at her impatiently, nodding and whipping the paper over her shoulder, “Look – you should be happy for me,” Alice points out sternly, “I’m trying to put myself out there again!”

Bella clicks her tongue. “Then use Hinge!” she snaps back, “Don’t do a spell from some white woman’s blog who still thinks about the Hex Girls from Scooby-Doo!” she shoots back. Angela, a Pastor’s daughter that converted to Wicca after arriving in college, presses a hand to her own substantial chest and blinks with wide-eyes, obviously struggling not to be offended.

Alice sticks her tongue out at her freshman roommate. “You’re some white girl,” she mutters back, leaning over the mirror and giving her mascara a quick check.

“Oh,” Bella raises both hands up as though asking for mercy, “so we’re throwing around hurtful words to be hurtful, okay.” Alice laughs at her as Bella rolls her eyes.

Angela, the only white girl in the room, smiles gently and taps her black fingernails in a little rhythm against Bella’s shoulder. The touch makes Bella’s ears go red and Alice grins toothily at her. “Hey – let’s start, okay?” she prompted gently, and Alice nods graciously, raising her eyebrows as Bella consciously rearranges her flannel shirt as Angela puts her own hands back in her lap. Everything about Angela was pleasant – from her black and white face makeup and her carefully fluffed out tulle skirts to her huge pillowy breasts that Alice had sobbed into wine-drunk on many occasions.

Angela reaches over and slides the paper Alice tossed to herself, and begins reading it out. “So – Japanese lore states the red string of fate is connected to your soulmate and it’s tied around your pinky,” she explains, scanning the words.

Bella shrugs, “Yeah, we all watched anime back in highschool … and yesterday,” the slightly abashed blerd mutters absently. Alice huffed a short laugh – she was Chinese but even she had been plagued by weeaboos who didn’t care or understand the difference in the suburbs of Biloxi.

But Angela blinks, looking shocked, “O-oh, really?” she asks, glancing between the two of them, “I didn’t – wow, you must be really cultured,” she stammers to Bella, who snorts at the quip and trades a flat look with Alice. Bella sure brought ‘culture’ to their freshie dorm with her Tsunade body pillow and wall-scrolls. Though she at least had the courtesy of being mildly mortified when Alice had shown up to claim the other bunk.

Angela’s faint smile disappears and she ducks her head down to read in silence. The change in her posture is pretty clear and both Bella and Alice realise they had made her feel bad. Bella’s next look at Alice was one of wide-eyed incredulous. They had both assumed the goth girl had been sarcastic.

Alice leans closer to Bella, barely breathing out the words; “Bella, the goth Gee-Eff of your dreams grew up a normie.”

Bella nods, her eyes still wide and visibly shrugs a little helplessly. Alice has to suck her lips behind her teeth to keep from bursting into laughter, knowing it would just make Angela feel worse.

“You dirty weeb!” she declares, smacking Bella on the arm theatrically, “not everyone was a loser-nerd in highschool!” she adds, nodding quickly before Angela glances back up at them as Bella rubs her shoulders cluelessly.

Bella’s eyes return to their normal shape as she also nods, still looking lost, “u-uh, right, Angela, sorry, yeah, I was just at home being horrendously online and dodging viruses from Crunchyroll,” she stammers.

Angela blinks, before she smiles pleasantly again, “oh, I don’t think being the Church youth leader was any better,” she whispers back with a wink.

Alice claps her hands as Bella was liable to fall into a smitten silence at any moment. “Back to me, please!” she calls out, “me and my stagnant love-life!”

Angela nods quickly and holds out her hands. “Okay – it says we put a drop of Alice’s blood on the mirror and the face of her soulmate will be revealed,” she reiterates. Alice nods and pets her Grandmother’s sewing kit, where any of the needles in the felt tomato were waiting for her.

Bella leans over towards Angela and whispers loudly, “If it’s a Chipotle burrito, I think we should ignore the homophobia and go get lunch.” Bella beams proudly as Angela giggles and Alice gives her the finger.

“My soulmate is not gonna be a burrito!” Alice snaps, “He’s gonna be a tall, bisexual alien, or I’m gonna get a refund!”

“Yeah!” Angela says confidently, blindly supportive – unlike Bella, who mutters ‘alien?’ like the word was a fly that flew too close to her face.

So Alice was in a terrible mood as she pulls out a needle and sticks it into her finger immediately, not giving Bella any warning.

Bella shouts out in horror and blindly starts to crawl away. Angela, shushing her sympathetically, ends up ushering Bella closer to her. In her panic Bella throws her shoulders over Angela’s thigh and promptly climbs into her lap.

Alice pulls the needle out, not fussed as she sticks herself sewing all the time, squeezing her pinky until the blood wells up. Bella whimpers, her hands over her eyes as Angela coos and rubs her back.

Alice dabs her finger on the mirror and grabs a tissue from Angela’s desk to scrunch into her fist.

“Done!”

Bella sighs loudly and theatrically, slumping forward slightly. Angela laughs at her display gently and Bella jolts, as though just realising where she was.

“Jeez – I’m sorry!” she exclaims, her cheeks and neck bright red as she scrambles away from Angela.

“It’s okay – that’s what my extra padding is for!” Angela says, laughing a little harder, enough to make her belly and chest jiggle a bit. Alice rolls her eyes as Bella gallantly whips her head to the side to avoid staring.

“Soul! Mate! Soul! Mate!” Alice chants, punching the air between each word.

Angela nods and leans over the mirror. Bella, still trying to avert her gaze from Angela’s massive rack, gingerly peers over as well. Alice sticks her head between theirs and scowls.

“What the fuck?” she scowls. The mirror did not show their eager faces – it showed a man talking to someone, his mouth moved and no sound came out, though.

Angela gasps softly. “… Oh my god, it worked,” she breathes out, looking amazed.

Bella was also less than impressed, gesturing to the mirror. “Who the fuck is that?” she asks, as Alice throws up her hands, just as lost as she was, “How are you supposed to find him?” she asks again and Alice just starts shaking her head, having already had the same thoughts.

Annoyed, Bella gestures at Alice’s hand, still clutching the tissue. “Show me your hand –,” Alice opens it, but Bella sees the dries red spots of blood and shudders, starting to crawl again, “oh god, don’t show me, don’t show me!” She shrieks, making Alice shrug in growing annoyance.

“Quit wiggling around!” Alice snaps back at her.

“You guys – it actually worked!” Angela exclaims, looking at them both with complete excitement.

“Yeah, Alice is a freak,” Bella replies, settling back down closer to Angela and further away from Alice’s bloody tissue. “She used to leave a peeled orange out ‘for ghosts to eat’” Bella wiggles her fingers in a mock-quote as Alice shrugs, “and every morning it was missing a segment. I thought she was just eating them and she said she wasn’t, so one night I filmed it on my phone and the slices were actually straight-up disappearing.” Bella nods sagely as Angela goggles at her. “My nana always hated ‘conjures’, she was a Baptist,” Bella adds, “she also hated gays too, so ….”

Angela looks vaguely concerned, as though that was the closest to suspicion her sweet nature allowed. Alice goes on to explain, “My maternal family had the gift, but my dad’s family grew up super communist so they really hushed it up.”

Bella and Alice were completely calm in the face of this information, so Angela seemed to want to join them, nodding slowly. “… This is incredible,” she says leadingly, waving to the mirror and looking at them both as though hoping they would agree.

Alice crosses her arms and frowns, “No it isn’t – look!” She pointed down to the glass huffily, “I don’t know who this guy is!” She brandishes her stuck finger at them, “There’s no string!”

Bella bats at her hand and the drop of dried blood, “Maybe it only works on Japanese people,” she says thoughtfully.

Alice rolls her eyes. “Oh really, did Naruto tell you that!?”

“No,” Bella says primly, “he’s never said that – okay,” suddenly, she holds out both of her hands and pats the air slowly, “I think we’re just getting hangry at each other.”

Alice sighs once, looking at the ceiling. Just her luck the one spell she tries was a bust. She nods slowly, accepting defeat. “Yeah, now I want a burrito,” she agrees and glances at the still-gobsmacked goth girl, “Angela, could you drive us, is that okay?” she asks her slowly, hoping the shock wouldn’t impede her steering abilities. Angela’s father paid for her parking spot in the building because he didn’t know she was a witch yet.

Angela, not one to cause a fuss, nods hurriedly, “U-um, yeah!” she nods absently, seemingly too nice to try and make a big deal out of the situation. She also seemed to realise Alice and Bella were a little fed-up at the moment. “Sure ….”

At the burger joint just outside of campus; Angela, Bella and Alice were sitting directly under the air-conditioner in the food court. It was a hot day and Angela’s all-black aesthetic was making her a little sweaty.

Angela petted her forehead consciously with a napkin, “I’m so silly,” she mutters, smiling thinly.

“Love the dedication to your look, babe,” Alice tells her with complete honesty. Alice frequently went through a Barbie phase in all-pink outfits. Showing up to a freshie mixer with her weeb of a roommate in her homemade Elle Woods-inspired outfit was the reason Angela had even come up to them in the first place. Bella would just be a lonely butch diddling her clit to cartoon characters if it weren’t for Alice. Now she diddled to emo cartoon characters and work-shopped casual texts to hang out with Angela for days at a time. This particular venture took three-days of Bella’s nail-biting before Alice just set it up herself. Really – Alice was instrumental in so many love-lives, outside of her own.

She chews her fries with growing resentment. “We should have a no-dating pact until I break my dry-spell,” Alice declares. Angela nods quickly, while Bella spits the word ‘No’ out from around her burger. Alice absently calls her a bitch and glances around the cafeteria, bored and listless.

Then she jumps up from her stool so fast it clatters to the floor behind her.

“Ohmigod look!” she declares and points straight at the man walking past their table. On the hand she pointed with, a red string was tied to her last finger.

Easily hearing her near-scream, with Alice’s finger incredibly close to his face, the man freezes and points to himself, staring at her. The red string hung loosely between their gesturing hands, swaying slightly.

Angela’s mouth drops open and a tomato slice plops unimpeded from Bella’s burger onto the table. The man from the mirror glances between the three of them with wide-eyes, obviously waiting for someone to speak.

Alice beams. “I’ve been waiting for you!” she tells him excitedly.

Immediately, the man relaxes, grins and walks over to Alice’s side. Angela ducks her head as the red string swings over her when he slides past her.

“I’m sorry honey,” he begins with a placating tone, leaning over and giving her a warm one-armed hug. Alice accepts the hug gladly, wrapping her arms around his neck, as Angela grabs Bella’s shirt and doesn’t let go.

“This is a really fun prank on me, Bella, how did you set it up?” Angela asks her eagerly. At the exact same time that Bella asks; “What the fuck was happening right now?” They stare at each other cluelessly for a moment, before staring back at Alice.

Alice was enjoying the hug, rubbing his back as they politely swayed side-to-side vaguely, before finally letting go. “How have you been?” he asks her, looking glad to see her.

Alice nods, “I’ve been good – yourself?”

“Just fine, just grabbin’ lunch,” he replies, thumbing towards the burger place they’d ordered from. The red string was tied to his pinky but he doesn’t seem aware of it, or was at least too polite to point it out. He taps his own forehead with his finger and draws it away, shaking his head, “I totally forgot we were meetin’ up, darlin’, I’m so sorry,” he says again.

Alice waves a hand, shaking her own head quickly, “No, it’s okay, don’t worry about it – we didn’t have plans,” she’s all too happy to assure him.

He laughs lightly, “Right, right, where’s my head,” he crosses his arms and sighs slightly ruefully, “What’s been up with you since we last saw each other?”

Alice giggles and pets his arms, “No, we’ve never met before,” she tells him easily.

The man’s smile falters, and he raises his eyebrows and stares at her. He looks at Angela and Bella, and then back at Alice. “What?”

“What?” Alice asks him mildly in return. He seems to have nothing else to say and Alice is quick to haul her stool back upright and pet the one next to her, “sit down, sit down!” she ushers him, “we have so much to catch up on!”

“Okay,” looking bewildered, the man does as he’s told, sitting on the stool next to Alice as she takes her own seat.