#ya brain gon go fuck this shit

[corvidlore]

This happened to me and oh boy howdy does it suck ass AND balls. This is what cause my mental health crisis and full breakdown in high school. Lo and behold, maybe the adhd was actually something that should be addressed and not just swept under the rug. Still bitter tbh but who wouldn’t be lol.

Not telling your kid they have a learning disability, chronic illness, mental illness etc. so they can “feel normal” actually does the opposite. They will not feel normal if they do not have the context to understand that their normal will be different from that of their peers.

[slamminslamminmcgill]

breeding kink joel is infecting my mind he won’t leave me alone. imagining him slowly rocking into me after filling me up to keep it inside and then we just go to sleep like that. wrruf wrufruf arf:3

BARKBARKBARKBARK i gotchu :3

warning: breeding kink, daddy kink, squirting, overstimulation

anatomical terms: cunt/pussy

“Nghhh, shit… So fuckin’ tight, kiddo… Gon’ milk me fuckin’ dry… Yeah, c'mon, boy, give that pussy to your Daddy...”

Joel’s breath was hot against your ear as he rutted into you with all his body weight. He had his arms around your back, keeping your limp body squished up against his in a tight bear hug. You appreciated the extra support, since you’d squirted out about half your brain cells by now. For an old man with self-proclaimed shitty knees, his stamina was impressive. At this rate, you weren’t sure which was coming first: him, or all your bones turning into goo. Your arms and legs were flaccid, barely sticking to his back with all the sweat and body heat between you both. Insightful conversation was long gone for you, and in its place was incoherent babbling. “Oh, fu-u-ahhh, my gah… my god, fuck… D-Daddyyy…”

“That’s right, baby, Daddy’s here… Daddy’s—mmm—Daddy’s right fuckin’ here… All the way deep inside you, boy… Such a good boy… Makin’ Daddy feel so good, pretty boy…” Joel’s softly-spoken, sugary sweet words were the icing on the cake, a cake that you’d overstuffed yourself on, and were now in the midst of a sugar crash.

Even through the onslaught of overstimulation, your hoarse vocal cords croaked out a quiet appreciation. “A-Ah, hah… Tha-... Thank you, Daddy…”

“You’re welcome, baby boy…” Joel speckled kisses on your temple, down your jaw, and along your neck. You felt his hips stutter, a telltale sign of impending climax, and he inhaled sharply. “Ooh, fuck, Daddy’s gonna cum, baby… Got a big load for my special boy… Gon’ fill you up so good—shit! Shit!”

Joel squeezed your body like he was trying to pop you, and came with a feral growl that resonated deep in his chest. His cock throbbed and spilled inside you, his cum filling what little space there was between your skin and his. No matter how smart and self-assured you were in your day-to-day life, Joel Miller could wreck you, leaving you nothing more than a well-used sex doll plugged with his seed.

But he’d never leave you like that. Pulling out of such a nice, warm, not to mention filled-up hole? Blasphemous. He wouldn’t dream of it. Plus, he had to check in on you. “Still with me, baby boy?”

The rush of post-sex endorphins always left you a giggly mess. Smiley and loopy, your limbs flopped onto the mattress below. “Hehehe... yeah! Yeah, I’m—ah!”

You were cut off when Joel thrust his hips just an inch or two forward, just enough to make you squeal like that. It made him laugh. "What? Gotta keep it all in, baby." His scratchy beard nuzzled against your cheek and he sighed. "Comfy?"

“Mhm.”

“Yeah? I’m not too heavy for ya?”

“Mm-mm…” You yawned. “I like it… Feels like a weighted—" He thrust his hips again, making you squirm and whimper beneath him. "Mm! W-weight... weighted blanket…”

Joel chuckled, "Good. Cause I'm not pullin' out til morning." He swept some of your sweat-drenched hair out of your face, and smooched your glistening forehead.

"G'night, kiddo."

[onmyyan]

🗡️Psycho🗡️ Anon, here again! #3?

I don’t think you’re ever gettin rid of me now that you’ve told me you like what I’ve submitted to ya. Ya bad for me n my ego. You’re enabling me hun. It does mean a lot to me though and I am very happy I’m makin you foam at the mouth. Your men make me go feral and I obviously have stage 4 brain rot for all your OCs. No treatment for me. No salvation either doc

So here some intense follow up appointment delulu I got from the long ass Ashley Hunt AU story with hard core city girl reader I sent earlier. Buckle up bitch…you’re probably always gonna be in for a long haul with me…

Leavin off from Ash and our HEA, we got twins on the way n shit. And Ash is gonna give us at least another 5 babies too since we his happy lil breedin sow. But we gon speed up in time and not focus too much on dat, cause in the end we got 6 sons and 1 lil baby girl who da youngest. All back to back pregnancies. Ash got dem sexy hot dominant genes and really just gave his sons all the gifts he himself has. Tall, handsome, strong, chivalrous, charismatic, intelligent, etc. (They probably god’s favorites too). And we were like a fuckin printin machine makin copies n wonderin why the fuck we havin so many sons. So we fuckin delighted when we finally got a baby girl and are finally able to put the towel in cause we were also done havin his babies too. We love him. But 7 is plenty…

And so our story is really gonna focus on our lil baby Princess, cause she’s basically gonna be the “new reader insert.” Lil baby Princess grows up as a total daddy’s girl and is also doted on by her 6 big bros. She knows how to do some farm work, though she mostly inside helpin us her mama doin domestic work as it’s a bit more tough takin care of 7 men by oneself and we can always use an extra pair of hands in the kitchen. And you bet Ash is drillin in the same work ethic into his own sons as his own pa did to him. Builds character...

Lil baby Princess grows up wantin more in life. Just like how Ash’s sons inherited near almost everything from him, she inherited near almost everything from us her mama. Princess wanna leave the small town fast and is dead set on doin so when she graduates with her associates degree from the local community college. Her daddy, Ash managed to convince her to stay at the community college first. Get out general eds, stay closer to home before makin the big city leap and potentially getting a bachelors degree. Reluctantly Princess agreed to it but still had to go to the next town over since that’s where the community college is. Her home town is still much smaller…

And so she finally got her associates degree at 21 and is headin to the city to find a job n new life once the summer passes. It’ll be her last summer at home with her family she’s decided. On one of her casual outings ridin a horse she finds a man stuck on the road. Flat tire. Nice car too. He’s very handsome, tall, and muscular…to everyone else. But to Princess he just average and nothin much to look at. That what livin with 7 men built by Greek gods for 21 years does to ya. Makes ya numb to everyone people will conventionally say is beautiful n attractive. And Princess grew up with every woman around her thirstin over one of her bros and her father too. Even women from other towns would find excuses to swing by and gawk at the 7 men workin on the farm. So needless to say Princess isn’t wooed by men’s appearances…

Princess decides to help the poor fellow out cause her daddy raised her right. Offers him up a ride on her horse and tells the man she’ll call a truck for his car later. The man accepts and thinkin she’ll have to help him up on the horse for some time, the man easily mounts on the horse like it’s the second nature? And in an expensive suit too? She shakes it off and they go back to the Hunt farm…

During the ride the man asks Princess her name and what not (and I guess it’d still be Y/N cause the excuse is that she was named after her mama by Ash’s demands). Princess asks his name too, he gives it to her, and then no more talking on her end. This confuses the man as all his life people have usually wanted to make conversation with him. Or have usually always commented on his beautiful appearance by now. But not Princess. She really doesn’t give a shit about a stranded man’s life story. She’s here to do a job and get on with her life. And of course she’s immune to beauty at this point…

They finally come to the Hunt residence where Princess puts away her horsie and fixes up the man some water and food, bein a good host and all. She calls up the local mechanic and informs them of the details. Princess then just straight up leaves the man and tells him if he wants to take a nap, shower, whatever, to help himself. This is a fuckin power move as Princess has truly run out of shits to give in life. And she still ain’t tryin to converse at all with the man. Man is livid right now. Seeing Princess’s eyes filled with indifference. He confused as fuck too. Wonderin if she mentally sound or this is some country culture etiquette he doesn’t understand…

Now for the good shit. The Hunt men all come in as with so many hands workin on the farm now, shit gets done exponentially faster even though they got more stock and stuff over the years. They a little confused at first seein a posh lookin man greet them. But nothin gets bad as the man quickly explains the situation that happened. And the man is stunned to lookin at all these 7 aesthetically gorgeous men. The man is very confident in his own looks and it rarely happens in his life that he starts to get a bit insecure about them…

Ash asks the man where his daughter is, and the man replies that she just left? Much to the laughter of Ash’s 6 sons howling that “they’ll have nothing to ever worry about” with Princess. The man’s ego is damaged at this point. Is he unattractive? Is he undesirable? But he easily keeps a calm and collected face and voice…

The Hunt men politely excuse themselves having to go wash up from workin all day, leaving the man all alone again. We the mama enter the area, having heard commotion n stuff. We were preparing dinner n stuff in the kitchen which was far away. We go through same process and introduce and meet the mystery man. The phone rings and it’s the mechanic tellin us that the car won’t be ready for quite some time and the man will have to hitch a ride out of town if he’s got somewhere to be urgently. We inform the man and also ask if he got a place to stay. He don’t since he was just drivin by the town, so we offer him our home for the time bein. He hesitantly accepts…

Man decides to converse with us instead since we’re the most hospitable and social person he’s met in the family. He asks about our family and we do him. He keeps his background vague and we get the hint not to pock around. He really is just curious about our daughter, the Princess of the family. And we happily tell him all about her. Her hopes and dreams n stuff. Much to his delight that Princess seems like a normal human being n not a mechanical doll…

And that when he get the idea to propose to Princess later to take her with him out of the town to see the city and new places. Cause while he hasn’t fallen in love with her at first sight or anything like Ash did, there’s something about us that’s drawing him near. Perhaps it is our absolute indifference to him, and the fact that he just wants to prove something to himself. He wants to “figure us out.” Princess is a bit of a conquest and trophy to him, and he’s not afraid to admit that. So what’s the harm in this mutually future beneficial relationship? He’ll provide for Princess to get out of town and be able to see the world, and in turn he’ll get us to fall for him. The perfect plan. Nothing can go wrong…

A Princess for a Grand Duke, isn’t that fitting? Though the man will keep that a secret for as long as he can. If she asks questions about his wealth he’ll just pretend he’s an investor or something. One things for sure, Princess will definitely keep him entertained for a long time. A really really really long time…⁄(⁄ ⁄ ⁄ω⁄ ⁄ ⁄)⁄

And scene! I just love imaginin different flavors of a yandere stories. Like dis one is obviously a much more slower burn than the whirlwind romance of Ash and his wifey. And it’d really follow the descent of madness of a Grand Duke yandere who’s truly falling into love and obsession over his lady. He thinkin he in control at first but realize steadily fast that he can’t live without her. And to make it worse, he never lose control of things in his life. Not his looks, his composure, etc. so it makes this predicament even nastier for him to deal with. But lucky for us Princess, havin grown up with Ash as our daddy and 6 big bros who also have some questionable “protective” tendencies, we have a bit of a contorted sense of love too. So our “normal” is much different than other people’s “normal”

Also did you like the hint I dropped in dis drabble about the mystery man’s background? It was about him being able to easily get up on a horse despite being in a suit and lookin all fancy and stuff. Cause not many people can do that. So you either know how to do it as a career…or as a hobby…

Final thought as to why a Grand Duke yandere ya thinkin? From your OCs ya got the Delmonts who are criminal flavor, then Ash who’s country flavor, and then other popular yandere archetypes tend to be royalty, famous, or CEO more often than not. So I thought that royalty would be fun since it’d give the new leadin man not just an abundance of financial power but social power as well that CEO power might lack. Ya know…since royals can have diplomatic immunity and CEOs pretty much don’t. Some new flavors for the spice cabinet is always good. Besides I also just wanna see a man abuse his absolute power with impunity in yandere stories sometimes…So if ya ever decide to make a new yandere OC. Here an idea. I don’t mind ya usin it and I’d be thrilled if ya did

Love 🗡️Psycho🗡️ Anon

A/N: OKAYA THE INSTANT BRAIN ROT THIS GSVE ME SBDJDKD YOU DID IT AGAIN MY LOVE OMG THE WAYYY I INSTANTLY FELL IN LOVE WJTH THIS PIECE EEEE THE SIX OLDER BROTHERS WHO ARE CARBON COPIES OF ASH??? HELLO??? AMAZING WRITING THAT DOWN Holy FUCK‼️‼️‼️💗👄💗 NOT TO MENTION THE DUKE EEEEEEEE AND PRINCESS IS SUCH A PERFECT NICKNAME FOR BABY GIRL I CANNOT YOUR MIND IS SO BEAUTIFUL THANK YOU FOR FEEDING ME AND US ONCE AGAIN😩😩😩😩❤️❤️❤️UR POOKIE FR HERE SUM V SMALL BEC MY BRAIN IMMEDIATELY STARTED HAPPY DANCING W THIS CONCEPT

Princess stared at the man, her hard (e/c) eyes unwaivering, unmoving in their glare. She sucked her teeth, hearing her father's voice in her head as she stuck her hand up waving the stranger over.

"Get on, we'll take you somewhere safe, get this all figured out yea?" Princess says, no hint of suggestion in her soft voice. The stranger staggered for a moment before offering her his famous grin, a smile that had gotten him far in his life, "Thank you- really you're too kind, what's your name?" He says smoothly mounting the horse, expecting some fanfare from the desert rose before him, but instead he got a stiff nod and, "(Y/n)." was all he got.

She clicked her tongue and the horse took off, she hadn't waited to see if he was situated, a small smile on her face as she heard him gasp at their sudden departure.

[sebsxphia]

sickness.

rhett abbott x reader.

￫ description: rhett comes to your aid in the middle of the night to ease your sickness.

￫ c/w: drug and alcohol use, recovery, swearing, crying, kissing, sobriety and one mention of the word “cocaine.”

￫ a/n: as i go through recovery, i’ve found it comforting to myself to write these pieces. due to my long time drug use, when i get colds, they stick forever. i’ve just gotten over, hopefully, the last bad one i’ll have for a while. this was born in the midst to comfort myself. i hope it brings any level of comfort to all who read! <3 my ‘sobriety’ masterlist can be found here! my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

“The feeling of having shared in a common peril is one element in the powerful cement which binds us.”

- Alcoholics Anonymous by William D. Silkworth, M.D. & Bill W.

“Stupid fuckin’ nose, with a stupid fuckin’ cold, can’t even—” You let out a grunt of hushed frustration as you rifled through the medicine cabinet above the bathroom sink. The overhead light that was attached to the mirror cabinet above was dull, but it still managed to sting at your sleep deprived eyes. “—for fuck’s sake,” you grumbled again, louder this time, in defeat for not finding the nose spray you so desperately needed right now.

You heard the creak of the bed frame behind you and then followed by bare padded footsteps trailing after one another. A naked Rhett stood in the doorway to your en-suite with his arms wrapped around his torso, in an attempt to incubate some of the heat he’d left behind from your bed.

“Darlin’, what’s gon’ on?” His voice was laced thick with sleep and confusion, and his Southern drawl appearing deeper at three in the morning.

“Shit, sorry, baby. Did I wake you?” You turned to Rhett with a sympathetic look at the dishevelled cowboy. Rhett’s bleary eyes squinted back at you and blinked away the sleep.

“What’d ya’ need, baby?” He asked again.

“That nose spray I had, couple of months ago, I can’t find it. My fuckin’ sinuses are blockin’ up again. Hurts too.” You mumbled wearily, the throbbing ache along your cheeks and forehead not dulling any less with time.

“C’ ere.” Rhett linked a guiding hand into yours and drew you back to bed. He would be damned if you were caught out of bed for a moment longer and catching a further chill. “Let me check.”

You slumped back under the duvet in defeat and watched from the side as Rhett moved through the medicine cabinet himself, pulling away bottles and small boxes to try and find the elixir that would soothe you. He hummed and poked his head out from the door, “nothin’. Do y’ want some painkillers for now? We can get some ‘morrow?”

You nodded and Rhett pulled the packet of painkillers from the medicine cabinet. He grabbed your glass from your bedside table that was already dried up with your throat feeling parched and scratchy during the night. You heard the faucet gently running and then Rhett was next to you, painkillers in his open palm and handing you the glass.

“Hate this,” you mumbled as you sank back one pill and a sip of water. “My fuckin’ fault. I get clean ‘nd still get ill, because I did this to myself.” You sighed with exhaustion as you swallowed back the second pill and water in unison.

You were sober. You felt good. You could feel your brain re-wiring something anew. Neurotransmitters that weren’t reliant on a little bit of powder at the bottom of a bin liner. However, gnawing away in the pit of your stomach was the ever growing guilt that physically, your body inside was on the brink of collapsing. Internal corrosion that would take years to fix—

“No.”

“What?” You blinked back at Rhett as he drew you out of your endless stream of thoughts.

“No. No, I won’t let you say that.”

“Say what?” Your brows furrowed in confusion as you watched Rhett squat down by your knees at the edge of the bed.

“That it’s your fault. What d’ they say? The first thing?” He took both your hands in his larger ones and squeezed at them gently to encourage you.

You grimaced ever so slightly. You already knew what Rhett was getting at. What point he wanted you to prove. But admittance to yourself struck a cord deep inside of you that hurt more than any gruelling week long come down, or your nose feeling as though it had been burned by a hot stove.

“We admitted we were powerless over cocaine—”

You mumbled the first half and Rhett joined in with you in unison to finish the statement.

“—that our lives had become unmanageable.” Rhett paused at noticing how your eyes crinkled tightly together in the corners and how you squeezed them shut tight. It was in an effort to hold back the tears that stung at your waterline.

“That. That right there, darlin’. You were powerless and this wasn’t your fault, never was. You couldn’t keep livin’ the way you were.”

You couldn’t speak. You were powerless.

Your eyes peeled back open at Rhett and you let out a stuttered gasp of air when a small sob broke through your chest. You finally felt the roll of a damp tear stream down your cheek, but Rhett was quick to bring up his thumb and wipe it away, like he always did. Hand still in his hand, he took it to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckle.

“I’ll always, be here to take care of you, m’ love.”

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[trippinsorrows]

Would Leya ever get into a physical fight or hit someone? Like for example, that horrible girl at school (forgot her name), but one day Leya has finally had enough of her shit and she just pushes her over or hits her hard & then Roman & Solana are called into the school, Leya is so worried about getting in trouble she’s in tears. Obviously when RoSo are called they instantly think it’s Lina they’re being called for so they’re super shocked it’s Leya (and Roman feels proud of her and tries hard to contain it once he’s sat with leya’s teacher😭)

ya know what? i could see it. poor girl snaps and just punches the hell out of tracy ole mean ass. and idk, i feel like right off the bat, roman and solana, maybe more roman, would soothe her and tell her that she's not in trouble and did nothing wrong. she was provoked. because with ocd, specifically with how leya's presents, she struggles with the intrusive thoughts of her parents not loving her anymore if she does something "bad." it gets better as she gets older, but it's pretty heavy when she's younger.

but also, and don't ask why my brain is like this, this question made me think of a scenario where maybe leya is being bullied by a group of these girls cause the ringleader's boyfriend has a thing for leya, not that leya has ever returned the interest. but, you know how teen girls are. and so they call themselves jumping leya, who tries to defend herself, but it's 4 v 1. until lina comes in swinging, cause one thing for certain, two things for sure, you ain't ever finna jump her sister and think she just gon let you get away with it. lina lays all they asses out.

and when roman and solana get to the school, he's heated, but it's our girl soso who doesn't hesitate to go up to the girls moms and not stutter one bit as she says, "if any of your daughters ever in their lives put their hands on my child again, i'm gonna kick every single one of your asses. tell those little brats don't fuck with my child."

cause i definitely see solana really coming into her own even more, especially once she becomes a mom. don't try her or her kids. or her husband.

[latibvles]

being distracted by thoughts about them for carrie and ken please!

"Pain in my godddamn ass," Sandy grumbles, letting her tray clatter onto the table across from Ken. He snaps off a piece of dry bacon, crunching on it and looking just past her, but regards her still. "The doors on Liberty Belle are all misaligned. Don' even know how that shit happened."

Ken acknowledges her with little more than a grunt and a slight furrow of his brow, giving her a passing glance as he stares off into space. Sandy squints at that, just slightly as she stabs into too-dry scrambled eggs.

"Think it mighta been one o'yours fuckin' with 'em," she accuses in an even tone — a curious kid with a stick trying to gauge if its a honeybee hive or a hornet's nest. Usually that gets some kind of reaction out of him; either an apology or denial or something. But still, nothing. Well, besides his chewing slowing, which she's fairly certain has fuck-all to do with her. "So I'm takin' the doors off Mason-Dixon and we just gon' use those."

Still, nothing.

Sandy kicks him sharp in his ankle and he grunts, shooting her a half-hearted glare.

"Th'hell was that for?"

"You even hear a word I just said?!" Sandy huffs as Ken reaches beneath the table to rub his shin, wincing. She scoffs, rolling her eyes. "Happy hour ain't 'till four."

"M'not drunk," Ken hisses, huffing. "Just… wonderin' when they're gonna be back is all."

"Right…" Sandy's more unapologetic now as she squints, trying to pry open the bomb bay doors in Ken's brain and make him let his secrets fall down the hatch. "Who went up again."

"418th, 351st, and 349th," he declares, stabbing into one of his soggy flapjacks. Sandy snorts and he looks up with a raised brow. "What?"

"You're so goddamn obvious." She can't help but giggle, which makes him even more confused. "She's gon' be fine. Heard it's s'posed to be a milk run anyway."

"Yeah? Where'd you hear that?"

"Don't worry about it," Sandy breezes by his prodding and he grunts, dissatisfied. "Should tell her though. Be all: I was soworried 'bout ya Care. Well golly, you're shakin' like a damn leaf: how 'bout you and I go for a drink and then I'll—"

It's Ken's turn to kick her. Hard. She nearly jumps out of the seat and whines, rubbing her shin.

"I don't talk like that," Ken huffs, cheeks rosy and eyes avoiding Sandy's. In spite of the slight soreness in her calf, Sandy grins.

"But y'ain't deny it," she points out. "That you're thinkin' 'bout her," her gaze then drops to the locket dangling from his neck, and her lips press into a line. "Still wearin' that?"

"Y'ain't takin' the doors off my plane," Ken declares, reaching over to snatch one of her pieces of bacon, and that's how Sandy knows she won't be getting anywhere with that question.

—

i'm writing nice things!

[trinimusicophile]

DMX - Party Up (Up In Here) 

Uh.. UH! .. WHOO!

Y'all gon' make me lose my mind Up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me go all out Up in here, up in here Y'all gon' make me act a fool Up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me lose my cool Up in here, up in here

If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight All your mens up in the jail before, suck my dick And all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit? Aight There go the gun click, 9-1-1 shit All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit Y'all niggas remind me of a strip club, cause everytime You come around, it's like (what) I just gotta get my dick sucked And I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin to But I'm not him, aight slim? So watch what you do Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else And we all thought you loved yourself But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe They just sayin' that, now cause they miss you Shit a nigga tried to diss you That's why you layin' on your back, lookin' at the roof of the church Preacher tellin' the truth and it hurts

Y'all gon' make me lose my mind Up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me go all out Up in here, up in here Y'all gon' make me act a fool Up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me lose my cool Up in here, up in here

Off the chain I leave niggas soft in the brain Cause niggas still want the fame, off the name First of all, you ain't rapped long enough To be fuckin' with me and you, you ain't strong enough So whatever it is you puffin' on that got you think that you Superman I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic? Y'all niggas is characters, not even good actors What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and e'rybody know Your old man say you stupid, you be like, "So? I love my baby mother, I never let her go" I'm tired of weak ass niggas whinin' over puss That don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them? They fuck it up for real niggas like my mans and them Who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, man

Y'all gon' make me lose my mind Up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me go all out Up in here, up in here Y'all gon' make me act a fool Up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me lose my cool Up in here, up in here

I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head No more talkin – put him in the dirt instead You keep walin – lest you tryin to end up red Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead Cause youse a soft type nigga Fake up North type nigga Puss like a soft white nigga Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out We run up in there, e'rybody come out, don't nobody run out Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out Nigga runnin his mouth? I'ma blow his lung out Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin You know who gon' find you? (Who?) Some old man fishin Grandma wishin your soul's at rest But it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest

Y'all gon' make me lose my mind Up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me go all out Up in here, up in here Y'all gon' make me act a fool Up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me lose my cool Up in here, up in here

Hold up! ERRRRRRRR! One.. two.. meet me outside Meet me outside, meet me outside All my Ruff Ry-DERS go on meet me outside Meet me outside, meet me outside All my big ball-ERS go on meet me outside Meet me outside, meet me outside All my fly lad-IES go on meet me outside Meet me outside, meet me outside All my street street peoples meet me outside Meet me outside, outside motherfucker

X is got y'all bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man X got ya bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again (Swizz Beatz) (DMX) Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man keep you bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man keep you bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again All my streets they bouncin again Bouncin again, we're bouncin again Swizz Swizz Beatz we bouncin again Bouncin again and we bouncin again Double R keep it comin, ain't nuttin y'all Ain't nuttin y'all can do, now BOOM

[bonezone44]

WIP Saturday

Muddy Waters Edition ---

Ever wonder why Ezra talks the way he talks? Here's a little scene that I believe illustrates it best. In my opinion, Ezra is spiteful, contrary, and sadistic. But with a soft spot at his center. 🙏

Set in TLOU universe, you and Ezra are roughly 23-24 years old. Terry and Kenny, Ezra's cousins, are 25-26 years old. If you haven't read Muddy Waters, Ezra is from Louisiana.

+++++

“It says it right here.” Ezra read the line from the page, word for word. 

Terry huffed. “No way, cuz. Uncle Jimmy saw one with his own two eyes.” 

Ezra was taken aback. “Uncle Jimmy? Uncle Jimmy couldn't see for shit. He never wore his fuckin glasses.”

Terry leaned down with his hands on his hips. “He saw just fine. Don't you go talkin about Uncle Jimmy like that. He was a veteran.” 

"A vet–" Ezra scoffed and threw his hand up. "Uncle Jimmy never even went to Korea."

"Don't matter." Terry pointed at the ground. "He still laid down his life for our country." 

"He didn't lay down his life if he didn't die in the war." Ezra glared. "He lived! He didn't lay down for shit!"

"You know what I'm saying. Shit." Terry huffed. "God, Ezra." He shook his head. "That's your problem, man." He pointed his finger at Ezra, like a teacher disciplining a school child. "You don't know how to fuckin listen."

Ezra's brows went high into his forehead. "Oh that's my problem? That's what my problem is?" 

"Yeah," Terry held his palms up. "That's what it is." 

"My problem is I am constantly surrounded by people who are proud of their ignorance."

"Who?" Terry looked around the room in honest confusion. "Who are you talking about?"

"You, you fuckin imbecile!” Ezra pointed up at his cousin. “You refuse to acknowledge the information provided by reputable sources–" he raised the book in his hand. "--and instead cling with an almighty grip of impudent knuckles to the embellished fabrications of our forefathers as if they held any amount of factual testimony in their miniscule unwrinkled brains!"

"Unwrinkled--what?" Terry busted out laughing, slapping his knee. His face turning pink. "You just make shit up, don't you?"

Ezra’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull. "No! I don't! YOU DO! THATS WHAT I AM ATTEMPTING TO COMMUNICATE TO YOU, YOU IMPOTENT FUCK!"

Terry curled over, lost his breath, he was laughing so hard. "Impotent? What?" He stuttered. "You mean 'important'?" He turned to you as if you were in on the joke. 

"Oh my GOD!" Ezra cursed, his own face turning beet red.

"You learn that word in your little book?" Terry twiddled his finger at Ezra. "Bet you believed everything you read on the internet, too. We know she did." A wheezy laugh escaped his open maw. 

"Don't TALK TO ME ABOUT THE FUCKIN INTERNET, TERRY!" You screamed, banging your fists on your knees.

Terry jumped back as if you were trying to bang your fists on him. "Damn, girl!" He chuckled. "I was jus' messin' with ya." He wiped the happy little tears from his eyes. "Shit, y'all are a trip and a half. Hoo-ee!" He stepped past you both to look out the window. "What the?" He sighed. "Where the hell is Kenny goin now?" He groaned and picked up his rifle. "Y'all stay here a minute. I'm gon’ go see what he's doin."

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I love you guys for reading. It means a lot to me when people like and share my work. I work hard on this stuff and I'm proud of what comes out. :)

a/n: I'm working out the kinks of Chapter 5 for Muddy Waters! I'm still missing something important about the characters' development and as soon as that hits, I'll be able to write it up and get it out.

Shout Out to anyone else who grew up surrounded by people who mocked intelligence.

[nugulover69]

Kabuto is in the books! It was. hm. well it certainly wasn't boring! Exhausting definitely. It kinda mentally breaks you halfway and you just kinda accept what's happening (sure drive into that solar eclipse to reach your Worm sister and Worm clone at the edge of time and space, makes sense). BUT it keeps you engaged by having a lot of genuine heart behind each character (a lot of it was men protecting the girls and women they care about, ya know Tendou with Jyuka+Hiyori, Daisuke with Gon, hell even Tsurugi with Misaki, the latter I did not expect to be so cute yet heartbreaking). Tendou especially was a fantastic protag, I've never encountered a protag quite like him honestly. I love that he seems so unflappable and aloof at first but gradually we see him be vulnerable emotionally and even makes irrational decisions. Although he's still OP as fuck, hence why everything didn't go to shit at the end when it definitely would have with any other protag. But again it's not really an issue because your brain is mush by the end so you don't care. You WILL care about his relationship with Kagami though because they are so In Love and Yaoi (loved Tendou being the main driving force behind Kagami's arc of "stop being an indecisive pussy and go with your gut" and Kagami, in return, stopped Tendou from going through with his suicide mission to rescue Hiyori by yelling some sense into him, something he did not have the balls to do before meeting Tendou).

Also a lot of shit was just plain weird and fucked up in a delightfully entertaining way (the Worms, the Hoppers, Tsurugi in general what the fuck). And some funny bits as well! (that Iron Chef homage did NOT need to be a two parter though INOUE).

In summary, I highly recommend it! A truly unique viewing experience. But Watch Out

[slamminslamminmcgill]

thinking about being joel’s roommate/sub and he doesn’t let you jerk off 😵‍💫 but you do anyway bc you wanna be a brat

he’s not home, supposed to be out all day, actually. which is why you’re on your bed, naked, knuckle deep in your own cunt and moaning shamelessly loud. almost like you’re trying to get caught.

and you do.

he comes home early, and immediately knows what you’re up to. how could he not, you’re basically broadcasting it to the whole building. he’s pissed. he sneaks up to your door, not giving you the chance to hear him coming. he pauses, takes a deep breath, rips the door open, and yells, “the fuck you think you’re doing, boy?!”

he’s a flashbang. you jump, scream, and yank the blankets over yourself for plausible deniability. there’s none, but you try anyway. “i… i, uh… i was-“

he tears the covers off your body and pushes your legs open.

“don’t bother lyin’ t��me,” he scoffs, “you’re fuckin’ soaked. whore.”

there’s a couple options for punishment

1. taking you over his knee. a classic. he’ll take his belt off and pull you into his lap, then smack your pretty ass raw with the leather 🖤

“we’re doin’ 20. count ‘em, bitch. and say you’re sorry after each one.”

and he makes it HURT!!!

“OW! o-one, i’m sorry, daddy! SHIT! two, i’m sorry, daddy!”

2. orgasm denial. he still takes you over his knee, but instead of a spanking, you get him pinching your t-dick and jerking it furiously. you think you’re off the hook, all’s forgiven, and you can just relax and enjoy the pleasure he’s giving you. until he stops.

“nuh uh, quit whinin’. this ain’t a reward, don’t be stupid.”

rinse and repeat as necessary until you’re begging and sobbing for mercy. you’re not getting it though. he’ll just edge you til he’s bored and then leave 🥱

3. sometimes he’ll go the other direction and overstimulate you. the kinda thing where he catches you with a cigarette so he makes you smoke the whole carton. except instead of smoking you’re cumming your fucking brains out. the first orgasm is pleasant, satiating, but he gives you no time to recover before pushing you into another one.

“this what you wanted, son? huh? is this what you wanted? ya wanna act like a slut? well, if you’re gon’ act like a slut, daddy’s gon’ treat you like one. now this is what you get for thinkin’ with your pussy, boy.”

[onlygettingolderbaby]

Summer Walker - Anna Mae Harry I say, "Babe, what we gonna do?" and you say, "We'll have our cake and eat it too". It's not the right time but you say the timing is perfect, you want me to ride for you, on you, with you, my babe. You want me to lie, say, "No, I haven't seen this guy". We doin' the most, takin' pictures you know we can't post. All alone, we turn off our phones all the way, your girl drivin' your ass insane, and you know mine don't play.

Tinashe - Pretend Perrie If we pretend that I'm happy when I'm really not, pretend that I give you everything I've got, pretend that I'm there when I ain't there, pretend that I care when I don't care. Once upon a time, I did, now I admit that I was fucking with a kid, now I pretend that everything's straight when everything ain't just covered up like paint. (When I'm looking for love I pretend it's you that I'm in love with.)

Tate McRae - Run for the hills Harry Hotels, late nights, hands through my hair, long talks, red eyes, clothes everywhere. Missing a moment when you're still there, you gotta thing you can't find nowhere. Kissing, screaming, straight back to war, I'm walking out until I lock the door. Maybe the danger's covered by the thrill 'cause I know I should be running for the hills. The way you touch me, straight to the heart, yeah, it cuts me 'cause I know deep down that it's never gonna ever be us, never gonna ever be more than just something that's fucking me up. I know that when it's all done, I'll hate you bad in the long run but, somehow, it never ends. My heel's on the edge of your bed again, yeah, I get obsessive with you. All that I want is attention from you, break into my life and break all my rules, it's true.

Masked Wolf - Astronaut in the ocean They say that I'm so fine, you could never match my grind, please do not, not waste my time. What you know about rollin' down in the deep? When your brain goes numb, you can call that mental freeze, when these people talk too much, put that shit in slow motion, yeah I feel like an astronaut in the ocean.

Brent Faiyaz - Clouded I gave it all for a fantasy, is anybody gon' remember me? If I go tonight, I doubt the world'll change, I just pray they don't forget my name. These are game rules, I can't lose, when it's all said and done, will I still be cool? Spent like ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand, forty thousand. How much I'ma spend profilin'? She come in and compliment my closet, fuck her on the floor like I don't give a fuck 'bout her. Your judgement get clouded when you clouted. My opposition wish I'd stop smilin', my family wish I'd stop wildin'. I'm still on the east side smokin' with my OG's 'cause they the only ones that really know me. I was fuckin' superstars when I was nineteen, the shit we did, you won't believe me. Now I'm at the turn up, lookin' lonely, then they wonder why I'm quiet at them house parties.

ZAYN - Fingers Harry What did I tell you? Typo said I loved ya. Didn't mean what I was sayin', no, I wasn't playin', just confused. Was tryna play it smooth, stood spinnin' in this room. In this state, I been consumed. 'Cause I'm fucked and I want ya, I can't even text ya 'cause my fingers ain't working, but my heart is. If you wanna, let me know where you hiding, I can come and love ya.

PartyNextDoor - Come and see me Gigi Doesn't make sense now, shit just got real, things are gettin' intense now. I hear you talkin' 'bout "We" a lot, oh, you speak French now?Givin' me the signs so I gotta take a hint now, I hit you up like, "Do you wanna hang right now?" On the East Side and you know I'm with the gang right now, you say, "Do I own a watch? Do I know what time it is right now?". Yeah, it's after 2:00 a.m. and that's askin' a lot of you right now. All she talkin' 'bout is, "Come and see me for once".

H.E.R - Could've been Harry Somebody give me, somebody tell me the answers, me and you isn't the answer. Maybe I'm tellin' myself that, but there ain't nothin' that'll change that, what good would it be if I knew how you felt about me? It could've been right, but I was wrong, only think 'bout you when I'm alone, the part of me that cared is almost gone and I know that I can't get caught up. We could've been and we try to pretend every now and again, we don't dream about, don't think about what we could've been.

Drake - Finesse Harry Should I do New York? I can't decide. Fashion Week is more your thing than mine. I can't even lie, I'd rather stay inside, I can't do suit and tie, can't be in a room with you and stand on different sides. One thing at a time, I have to learn to hide, one thing at a time, emotions running high. I wish you felt alright just hitting my line all the time, all the time, all the– You stay on my mind all the time, all the time. It takes some finesse, I seen you finesse, he can't know finesse.

Megan Thee Stallion - Anxiety I'm a bad bitch, and I got bad anxiety, people call me rude 'cause I ain't lettin' 'em try me. Sayin' I'm a ho 'cause I'm in love with my body, isssues, but nobody I could talk to about it. They keep sayin' I should get help but I don't even know what I need, they keep sayin' speak your truth and at the same time say they don't believe, man. Excuse me while I get into my feelings for a second, usually I keep it down, but today I gotta tell it, not that anybody gives a fuck anyway, but everybody talkin' shit probably sucks anyway. Y'all don't even know how I feel, I don't even know how I deal, today I really hate everybody and that's just me bein' real.

Frank Ocean - Thinkin' bout you Harry I'm thinking 'bout you, do you think about me still? Do ya, do ya? Or do you not think so far ahead, cause I been thinking bout forever. Yes of course I remember, how could I forget how you feel? You know you were my first time, a new feel. It will never get old, not in my soul, not in my spirit, keep it alive. We'll go down this road 'til it turns from color to black and white.

Bryson Tiller - Right my wrongs Harry Tell me how can I right my wrongs, that's something that I should know, all the things that we been through, boy I never meant to put you through it twice, oh no. Could it be you calling me down? My foolish heart turns at the stars, all that I am is all that you see, you don't need nobody else and you're putting this all on me, forgive me.

ZAYN - Love like this Harry I don't wanna waste no time 'cause you are the crown, I just wanna take your time and everything is on the line, but I would rather be dead if it's gonna mean a life that's lived without you, baby. I guess that's love like this, usually, I never wanna jump like this but I think I wanna dump my chips 'cause I cannot go back. I guess that's faith like this, give you everything and you can skate like this, but I think I gotta take that risk 'cause I cannot go back.

[theuniverseawakens347]

You get body augmentations on the bottom half and miss the most VITAL PART OF A WORKING LEG and go straight to high light the ass cheeks only - YOU WANA BE A SLUT YOU WANA BE SEEN FOR BUTT N TITS N DICK SUCKING LIPS = YO BED GAME SUCK - A NIGGA HIT WHEN HE BORED NEED A EGO BOOST .. CANT squeeze a clip right now might just go bust a bottom tear bitch the rest of the team “can’t touch” bc they prolly don’t like A FOR EVERYBODY SLUT YOU JUST NUTTED IN - YOU STILL THE LAME HO ON THE TEAM ..

Since Yal relate yo HO life to money n sex

Noah decorsi .. I BUSTED YOU DOWN ONE TIME. KEY WORD I.

You begged since 5th grade ( it’s gon seem raunchy writing this and the wrong ones gon slide on the “she a ho” - THE NIGGAS WHO CANT HIT BUT LIED TO FIT IN JUSTIN OF LONDON)

That’s 2006 … 5th grade. I BUSTED YOU DOWN IN MY BACK SEAT 2018 end of April … ONE TIME - A BITCH WANTED DICK AND MY USUAL BUSS WASNT AROUND ALSO MY EX WAS NAGGIN - THE NIGGA TRAITS IN ME W DISCIPLINE.. YOU a familiar nigga in a time a bitch was on a path caught between old life and entering a new phase .. - 6 MONTHS NO SEX W MY EX .. 🤷‍♀️

IIT WAS A ONE TIME BUSS MY NUTT .. nigga wasn’t equipped for a round two so I dropped you off at your spot also I CAME FOR ONE NUT. Tf YOU TRYNA TRAP A BITCH CAUSE YOU FINALLY GOT TO LICK 🤢 NO. IM GOOD. .. - YOU FEIN FOR PUSSY THE WAY YOU FEIN FOR DRUGS

( also we 23/24 here next time YOU ALMOST got it ( for the same reason) im pushing 25 - the brain FULLY DEVELOPS- A BITCH WHO DONT DO DRUGS AND WHY I TURNED YO ASS DOWN AND WENT STRAIGHT TO TRISTAN BEFORE YOU EVEN TRIED TO FUCKING RAPE ME ON SOME “let’s smoke n “chill” - NAW NIGGA ILL SMOKE BUT MY SISTER W ME CAUSE YOU BEING A CREEP WHO CANT TAKE NO FOR A ANSWER - NOW YOU ROBBING ME $3000 CAUSE YOU FEEL LAME AND PLAYED .. but I played you how you Justin of London play bitches sexually and my nigga pockets financially then try n pimp him ur torn up pass around sand paper coochie bitches you pumped STDs n babies into SO YAL COULD GET HIM VULNERABLE TO PASS ME TO YOU - VINCENT DAUSTIN NO NIGGA .. Stephen was something different after Tristan - a 3 Buss down WHO LOOK LIKE T CAUSE T TOO CHICKEN TO COME TALK TO A REAL BITCH - ALSO IM SETTING YOU NIGGAS UP FOR MURDER ON THE BACK END FOR KILLING MY FAMILY FOR FUCKTARK LEE GARLINGTON USING MY COLLEGE EX IAN MCDOWELL AND TRISTANS “BESTIES” NOAH DECORSI ( jealous over pussy and Ian) AND JUSTIN OF FUCKTARD MAC N KILO GRIMY ASSES KILL THE TEAM FOR RENT N CAR NOTE MONEY TO FLEX ON A EAZY THROW A COMPLIMENT BITCH WHO ALSO TRYNA SET YOU UP FOR FINANCIAL HEAVEN BY TRAPPING YOU W A BABY N EXPENSES “you like” NAILS N ASS SHOTS DUMBASSES.

YOU LIKE RETARDED ATTENTION SO GUESS WHAT YOU GET RETARDED MONEY PLAYS THAT SEND YOU TO JAIL W A RETARDED ATTENTION SEEKING BITCH WHO GON SEXX YO CLIQUE AND HAVE BABIES W THE HOMEO JUST SO YOU CAN HUG HER

🫤

And Yal think I want to pass around limp dick only hard off a perc in me - NO ESPECIALLY AFTER 25. Tf pick up a science book 48 laws of power ain’t do shit for you niggas but get you federal death row penalties IN ALL SEX TOURS OF LIFE. CONGRATS- this was about ddg but you gon find yo NON TEAM PLAYER ASS SELF IN HER - HALLE A FEMALE YOU LIKE LEE TO HOWARD YOU FUCKL RETARDS TOGETHER WHO NOT WINNING AT LIFE YOU JUST GOT A CHILD TO LOSE EM AND YA MONEY N YA MANSION*

MADE OFF MY FUCKING COOCHIE SEEDS N MY TALENT N MY MOM MUSIC PACS LEFT BEHIND FOR ME OF AGE TO JOIN THE INDUSTRY YOU CHEAP GRIMMY ASS BASTARDIZED FUCK TARD.

And you thought I was just gon hop on yo dick ddg cause you got designer on and MY BABY HANGING OUT THE BAG!? - YOU RAPED ME AND HALLE. AND CHLOE. LYING TO THEM GIRLS

“Chloe we use ur egg and Halle surrogates” - WHY YOU JUST AINT PUBLICLY DATE CHLOE!?? - “she a ho Halle respectable” - THEYRE BOTH HOS YOU IDIOT.

Neither brought you happiness MY EGG DID AND YOU FORGE SIGNATURES AND FAKED DOCUMENTS W HOWARD NUGENT TO SAY I SAID IT WAS OKAY TO HAVE MY FUCKING CHILD “look I’m a dark skin version of her REAL NIGGA”

NO UR A FAKE IVF INCUE CLONE OF MY GODLY FAMILY - NICE BLASPHEMY AND SETTING TONYA UP FOR MURDER USING PAULA BARTON - TF IS WRONG W YOU “we want a lil Darniece someone to control for murder n crimes”

🫤🖕

[cashaywallace]

Oh I hurt jessika feelings yesterday bc I exposed her

“She talked about my body”

Bitch no I didn’t

Again YOU MAD CAUSE I DONT FIT UR EXPECTATION OF GOD that’s one.

I’m not coddling your short comings - why you move out mamared- SHE WAS TRYING TO HELP YOU FROM BECOMING A HO. - HI CAM GRL BF.

And if you not sexting on camera you giving pretty girls a naturally mean AND “I’m better than you just cause light skin” aesthetic - red not racist she prolly said some weird shit cause you being weird about yo heritage mixing - finding yourself on a 1/2 scale of black and white- I fucking get it but YOU ZEALOUS AND DONT GOT REASON TO BE- ya looks is average why you use all that make up - UR ACTUALLY VERY FUCKING PRETTY BUT YOUR ATTITUDE IS A REFLECTION OF HOW MUCH POINTLESS MAKE UP YOU BE USING ON A DAILY. - mama red not crazy bitch Yal from the south HAY BLACK N WHITES GET ALONG - what is you doing jessika.. - dating a white boy who wana be black - Yal perfect for each other - YA BOTH MISSED THE MESSAGE GIVEN TO YOU IN YO UPBRINGING AND IT SHOW IN YA DAMN CARS - “we trying to sow both worlds go together” BUT YOU DOING A YOUTUBE ROSE OF KINGSNQWEENS BLACK GIRLS W WHITE BOYS ARE BETTER // BETTER TAKEN CARE OF - NO YOURE PREJUDICE TURNED RACIST - congrats that’s sad. Why YOU GOT KICKED OUT THE HOUSE AND STEALING OFF RED NOW. W/O BF KNOWLEDGE. - UR A SCAMMER DUMBASS. … THE REST OF GIRLS WHO LOOK LIKE YOU YOU IN COMPETITION TO BE BETTER THAN VS FINIDING INSPIRATION TO LOVE YOURSELF - why you got goldenkurls leg tattoos and India love hand but Marie nails 🙂🖕 - UR RUDE N LOST N NASTY INSIDE N CALL IT CUTE - JASMEAN ( why is that yo fucking name - bc I got long hair than most black girls 😒 - why corri leave you ( besides me liking his photos when YOU was stalking me 💋 HI DADDY - SINCE YOU PETTY DUMBASSES )

You trying to become em / ME - BLASPHEMY KARMA. - where’s UR BRAINS / individually … what man told you he need you slutty clothing and long nails n toes done 24/7 w ya hair did - INSTAGRAM FAKE WORLD COATING YO BANK ACCOUNT. - ROBBING THE WHITE HOUSE. - YA DONT CHECK THE CAR FAX

“Well why she get to post her body photos”

BC THERES CLEARLY CONFIDENCE N SELF LOVE IN MINE. IM IN COMPETITION WITH MYSELF THE GIRL IN THE MIRROR TO BE MY BEST FUCKING SELF W SELF LOVE IN TACT ALWAYS.

Went from scrawny little kid ( yes we got caught up on is my ass this or that enough) THEN I BUILT MY BODY I WORKED FOR IT HARD N SHOWED THE PROGRESSION ALWAYS.

You bitches say you in the gym - LIFTING 5 lbs or over doing shit with dumb form saying that’s how you got ur OH SO OBVIOUS ENHANCER ASSES. - WHY YA QUADS XARRYING YA ASS BUT UR MEAT OF THE LEG DONT EXIST - WHERES the real support - not ur core either.

T.hooww you got WASH FLAT ABS … WHERES UR SURROUNDING MUSCLES - you use enhancers not weights to get it

Then you in competition w women who don’t even fit in the lane you trying to take over 🤯

When a nigga and a female really on they shit and sit back and obverse that it really shows Yal lacking brains so you OVER HIGHLIGHT qualities you deem gon be long lasting to a man // woman - why ya relationships ALWAYS FAILING. - WHO WALKS AWAY FIRST , ME.

- a bitch been at the lib for 10 months and ain’t cracked a single book open here or Ventura county

- what was that day Obama I wrote the dna malfunction in medical research and the hydrogen bomb in space you put in my fucking head to make me SPECIAL NEEDS AND SEEM LIKE A CRACK HEAD - FOR THE BOOK WORM BITCHES BUT STOP DOING THE MOST 24/7 SHOWING OF YA BODY IN A WAY THAT DONT BALANCE YOU.

- YAL WANT ME A LACKING HO CLEARLY , IVE TACKLED EVERYTHING IN THE UNIVERSE AND SMSHED IT SO NOW IM BORED MAKING FUN OF WHY YO HISTORY STUCK ON COWS BRAIN REPEAT

- if you see me post a body photo now it’s MANY REASONS BEHIND IT 1. I’m bored and reminiscing 2. I’m bored yo hos is tired and played out 3. I’m bored KAMALA TAKING HER SWEET DAMN FUCKING TIME. 4. IM BORED TRISTAN A SLOW OVER PLANNED LOSER 5. IM BORED LEE N HOWARD IS SLAVE OWNERS HOW MUCH DEEPER WE NEED TO GO 6. IM BORED PAULA A LOSER N TRYNA HOLD ON 7. TAYLOR SR DONE. 8. IM BORED WTF IS YOU NIGGAS SCARED FOR 9. IM BORED YOU WANT ME FRIENDS W A HOMELESS MAN TO RAPE ME 🫤 BITCH THATS NOT MY BABY DADDY TF MENTAL ILLNESS YOU GOT. 10. IM BORED SO IM SHOWING WHO IN A “aspiring limelight” NEED A DAMN PSYCHIATRIST 11. IM BORED SHOWING REAL MEN A REAL EQUAL WOMAN ON THEY ARM 12. IM BORED SHOWING WOMEN HOW TO BALANCE THEY BEAUTY AND BRAINS 13. IM BORED SHOWING GOD DONT LIKE UGLY N ITS NOT ALL THE GAYS* 14. IM BORED AND SHOWING HOW TO BE COPESTETIC IN ALL ENVIRONMENTS WITH WHAT YOU DEEM DONT GO TOGETHER BUT FIT TOGETHER WHEN YOU GET OUT YA BOX 15. IM BORED SHOWING HOW AMERICA IS A ADDICT STATE ADDICT TO PAIN N MISERY AND CODEPENDENT ON SAYING SOMEONE ELSE THE FUCKING BAD GUY

- YOU HO•es NEED WONDER WOMAN BUT YOU CHICKEN

- the aliens is bored waiting to eat and you standing next to em 😹😹😹😹😹🤯🤯🤯🤯

[patriaamorcito]

The year is 2016. Eddie was outside at a park in the Bay with Romeo, smoking on Biscotti from the cookie store when his girlfriend of the week, Alyssa, called. They had a long conversation in only 15 short minutes, and throughout it, Romeo could hear the pain in his voice as the girl screamed at him. Sighing because he’s been waiting for Eddie to let go of all the girls he talks to and focus on music, Romeo puts the blunt out and goes back inside his house across the street from the park. He works on a beat, thinking about the adventures he’s had with their friends lately since Eddie decided to go to California in the summer. There’ve been ups and downs, but he’s enjoyed the moments.

Eddie walks into the studio still on the phone and says, “I know you’ve been mad at me lately, but like I got nothing but love for you, you feel me? You keep saying a lot of crazy shit I’m not going for, and a lot of guys in this shit would act like they’re hard body or something and yell at you or curse you out, but that ain’t me, you know I’m real warm-hearted.” He hangs up the phone after this.

Romeo looks at him and says, “Everything alright, bro? She sounded mad when we were at the park.”

Eddie replies, “Yeah, bro, but you’re right. I need to let go of this girl.”

“Really, all of them?” Romeo rolls his eyes and laughs, saying, “Pinche Wey, I’ve been telling you this, bro.”

Standing up and walking into the recording booth, Eddie says, “Yeah, bro, like I said, you’ve been right, as usual! But right now, I need to get some stuff off my chest. She was talking a lot about how I’m broke and blah blah and how she’s gonna go fw some rich street guy, but like tricking was never my thing.”

“Play the beat, gang. I’ma start freestyling, and we can punch in from there,” Eddie says as he opens his phone, looks at ten unsent messages from Alyssa. Shaking his head as if to say no, he starts to rap into the mic.

“Alright, let’s go. Hurry up; I gotta go to work later,” Romeo says as he presses record.

Lyrics : Lyrics :

Intro

“I know you been mad at me lately but like i got nothing but love you feel me a lotta niggas in this Shit would act like they hard body or something but that ain’t me real warm hearted”

[Verse 1]

I made bring soft look cool (yeah!)

Y’all niggas be hating ya selves (haha)

Cyber chase we breakin the rules

My uncle got cash in the cell (KASH!)

I’m just bickin back being bool

What’s next only time will tell

I wasn’t the coolest kid back in school

In these bars I find myself

[Verse 2]

Rip Gus takin real xans

I don’t overthink I just like plans

My brothers keeper give a fuck ’bout fans

We in the club makin sad kids dance

You sold your soul for an advance

She shakin her ass she makin it clap

She fell in love with the way that I rap

Made a good impression had to laugh

I be depressed ’cause niggas move bad

You ain’t listen you ain’t follow the plan

[Verse 3]

I was off acid now I understand

You a broke boy you live in the past

Pass me the ball I get it in fast

Off a thirty I’m makin it last.

Yeah they broke that’s why they be mad

You want change then go get a bag

[Chorus]

This earth wasn’t built for pain

World of colour they making it gray

Niggas fake that’s why they be lame

You gon fall off if you livin’ with hate

Livin different I’m switching my lane

She want my time then she gotta pay

Off the gas and I’m floating in space

Feel like Clark Kent think I’m from space

Ion swipe no more but could tell you some plays

Gettin money from ownership a different way

Don’t tell me you love me you don’t feel the same

I could still hear her voice in my brain

Is it a bird a man or a plane

I’m made of steel but my heart aches

Rolling up my problems I smoke ’em away

[Verse 4]

I made bring soft look cool (yeah!)

Y’all niggas be hating ya selves (haha)

Cyber chase we breakin the rules

My uncle got cash in the cell (KASH!)

I’m just bickin back being bool

What’s next only time will tell

I wasn’t the coolest kid back in school

In these bars I find myself

[isolctions]

"'Cause you wouldn' shut the fuck up? Fuck you mean, why I punch you." Well, that, and it was honestly just a reflex. Any other man, and they would cry & whine about their pride and other dumb shit, like how crazy she was and how she needed to know her place. Instead, Keith was treating her like she'd been the only woman to ever exist — and now that she's looking back at him, napkins beneath his chin soaked & damn near dripping, Izidora considers that she might have overreacted this time. "Yo' dick always hard, you shoul' do somethin' 'bout that. Maybe they gon' fix whatever the fuck wrong wit' yo' brain too while you here. Go 'head — get the fuck out." Izidora moved to raise herself from his lap (where she got to find out for herself that his dick was indeed hard after all of that, thanks), giving him space to get out, and froze once the words left Keith's mouth. He could not be serious right now. Her heart falls into her ass at this point, eyes wide & throat tight as she grips the headrest behind her — waiting for this to turn into some whole, huge thing, an intense sort of declaration that only existed within the realm of R&B — but instead, Keith just...leaves. Yelling some stupid ass comment behind him, leaving Izidora with warm butterflies in her stomach. She's still for a while after he was gone, unsure what to do with herself & the knowledge that he loves her. Twenty minutes later, she's back at Swavey's. Completely ignorant of the mess she's left behind, finishes up the last of her 30 minute sessions, gets herself something to eat because apparently stitches took for-fucking-ever, & nearly rolls her eyes into the back of her head in the parking lot while her phone buzzes with romantically lewd texts from Keith. (And of course, she follows up her ur stupid as fuck. text with a squirt emoji.) As soon as she pulled the truck in front of him, Izidora leans out of the window to grab at his chin, inspecting the cut herself with a hum. "Aww...looks like I'm not gon' get to sit on it this time." She pouts while looking at his swollen & sutured bottom lip, snatching her hand away and switching from park to drive during the time it takes for him to get back in the car and process her statement. "An' it ain' humiliation when ya' weird ass like the shit." Home was a bit unclear to her — she went to his place primarily even if she never stayed, and he swore he would never step foot in the courtyard of her apartment ever again after just one visit — but ultimately, she was impatient. It was faster to just drive to Izidora's place & subject him to brief ridicule on the way up to her floor. Her neighbors out front might as well get used to him now. She'd greeted her familiar as soon as she unlocked & opened her door, peppering the large wolf with an absurd amount of coos & kisses before commanding him to leave in Tagalog. Not that he was gonna interrupt them, but... "We not in public no more. Happy, nigga?"

How could she talk to him like that and not expect him to fall in love with her? "You promise?" Pure, unaltered desire had filled the part of his brain that should have been horrified at Izidora's sentiment. Keith's look of incredulity consisted of deeply furrowed brows, narrowed brown eyes, and swollen pout. "Uh, yo' goddamn fist? Why the fuck you punch me then? You obviously in love wit' me," he shook his head as if all these words made sense strung together. But he understood her-- at least he was beginning to. Her declaration made him smile widely, wincing when the split in his lip spread. The more she claimed to dislike him not only turned him on in his own masochistic way, but proved to that she had feelings for him. "My dick already hard, Izi; you ain't gotta keep flirtin' with me," Keith laughed softly, looking over at her with complete infatuation in his gaze.

His smile turned upside down when he realized where they were. "You think I need to go to the fuckin' hospital?" Look down at his shirt and the soaked napkins he held against his mouth, Keith nodded. He probably should go to the fuckin' hospital. The words he was poised to say left him as soon as felt the soft brush of Izidora's chest across his lap. "That's fucked up," his shoulders dropped -- defeated. He wanted to kiss her again, but there was still so much blood. "You a cruel ass bi--woman," Keith made note of his correction with raised eyebrows," and I fuckin' love you." His heart felt like a ton of bricks, falling to the pit of his stomach. He never told anyone that and meant it, not until now. He slipped out of the car before she could inflict any more damage, closing the door behind him. "A'ight-- don't fuck my shit up," he tried to go back to normal, turning on his heel to face the health care center. "And I'm telling them I got hit by a girl!" Keith obviously did not subjugate himself to patriarchy's standards.

Walking into a hospital covered in blood and weak in the knees quickly got the staff's attention. Keith did tell them to mind their fucking business when they asked how it happened, though. The treatment was prompt, just a few stitches in his bottom lip and a saline drip to rehydrate him. He texted her while he waited; sinful thoughts plagued him when he finally received the footage of their altercation. Only Keith could think that following up I love you with Can't wait to fuck you ;) was acceptable. It only took a couple of hours before he was released, with an ice pack, extra gauze, and a prescription for ibuprofen. He texted Izi to meet him out front. "Yo, before I get in here, you gotta keep you hands to yo' self till we get home. I'm not into all 'at public humiliation shit...yet. Fuckin' wit' you..." It was garnering some appeal.

[wqsslp]

Spicy (and not really) Kaiser headcanons♡

Nobody makes no shit with this menace to the society who's got eyeliner better than your and mine future so Mama's making some hc's😘

NSFW CONTENT BELOW

Minors dni

Also I don't remember his age but ay, we don't fuck minors yeah? So ofc Aged-up! Kaiser♡

Warnings:

Cussing (mostly me), degrading kink, hair pulling kink (other things aren't that bad ig)

You're in a relationship with him huh? Well be ready for him buying you the most lewd and exposing lingerie because he's in love with how it looks like on your sexy body

I KNOW that this bitch has a degrading kink. He will call you "whore" "cumdump" "fucktoy" and any other disrespectful names that come to his mind whenever you two are fucking

But if you call him any nicknames...Get ready for pussy destruction♡ Y'all seen how he kicks the ball, yea? Mhm. He's gonna unleash the whole power held in his thighs on your puffayy (RIP that pussy AYYY)

Loves it when you pull his hair. Do it and hear him groan.

Prefers you giving head than doing shit himself but if you were good enough, he'll make you visit heaven with his tongue

Probably got lots of bitches. Man's rich. He can afford. 99% chance that you're one of the bitches. But with some privilege🤗

Man doesn't respect personal space. So be ready for him grabbing ya butt cheeks whenever he feels like doing so.

Loves squeezing your cheeks before locking both your lips with kiss

Loves grabbing your face in general.

He'd let you trace his tattoo when he gets out of the shower or is just sitting there with no shirt on

He's a butt person. Big boobs are also preffered over smaller ones but if they at least fit in his hands then it's okay (small boobie girls no offence. I ain't got big ones too)

Doesn't care about seeing you naked or practically naked. You can even tell him that new lingerie is too small for you. But ofc it's "different" way of seeing your body. Something like this would happen:

- bby~

- Mhm? *Literally gives no shit and is scrolling instagram feed*

- The new lingerie you bought...

- cute, right?

- Yeah, but kinda...small. it's uncomfortable and panties are rubbing my inner thighs.

- C'mere. Lemme see. *pulls his free hand out of the pocket making the open-close thing, guiding you to come closer, still looking at the phone*

- You gon touch me there?

- Yeah, what's the problem? I've touched you many times. It's common now.

- But...It's different.

- Shut up girl. Stop being such shy bitch and come over. I'm just gonna check.

He slides his hand to your inner thighs pulling on the panties and making them slap your skin, causing pain. But does he give shit about you being hurt? Not really. He just looks up at your red with frustration face with a sly smile.

Likes cuddling with you. He's a big spoon ofc so you're held in his strong hands with your whole body being squeezed but you don't mind since it's not too powerful.

He also loves laying his head between or on your thighs. Especially at winter. Menace gets cold no matter how warm it is inside your (his) mansion so he needs those always warm "headphones" of yours.

Will publicly grab you by chin and leave a light kiss on your lips because he again felt so

He doesn't really have favorite position but likes anything he can see your face with or might fuck you from the back for those lewd sounds of skin-to-skin. (Don't mind me but fucking from back makes more sound compared to other positions. Not from my experience tho, so fix me if I'm wrong) Doggy style also works for him if you're facing mirror.

Would tease you a lot. A LOT "Aww. My little whore wants me to fuck her needy cunt? Gotta ask real nice and maybe I'll give you what you want~"

Man got nice stamina so he could go for round two, maybe even three.

So well this is the end of it but I might make a part 2 if I come up with more ideas.

I acc had more of them but it's almost 3am (2:55) so My brain doesn't work rn.

Bye bye~

Art not mine. Credits to the artist for this beautiful thing♡