#'we're playing checkers' 'I hate you'

[musical-chick-13]

YOU’RE a stupid colored cube.

#finishing this while not-sober was an EXCELLENT idea good job me #mc13 (re)watches 50% off #we really are just going back to me being 22/23 aren't we #MARIO KART IS A SERIOUS GAME #'we're playing checkers' 'I hate you' #how did I forget what a masterpiece this is asa;ldkfja;sdlfkja

[svgvru]

꒰ ✮ 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 '𝟮𝟯 — 𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗞 𝗧𝗪𝗢!

𝗗𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗖𝗧! vanilla + "fuck, this pussy was made for me" ꒰ afab!geto/kenjaku x top m!reader ꒱: oral ꒰ suguru!receiving ꒱, doggy, public sex, manipulation, slight manhandling, breeding, creampie, possessive behavior from the reader, "marking/claiming," angst 'n smut. the words and phrases change for a reason! we're gonna pretend the curses aren't there and gojo's not...gojo. btw they're fucking on those rectangular concrete thingys that hold up buildings.

𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗖𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝟯𝟭𝗦𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟴—𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗔𝗧 𝟴:𝟯𝟬, 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗪𝗢 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗦𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦 𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗜𝗡 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗕𝗨𝗬𝗔!

"i— i don't think we are good together." since that day, suguru's words echo in your head. it was a lie of course, suguru would never say that—and his future actions prove otherwise. however, the fact that those particular words left his lips, the love of your life—it burned a hole in your heart that could never be healed.

you, satoru, and suguru. it was always—you, suguru, satoru, and then shoko. you'd swear the other two would forget she existed, but regardless— you were all prodigies of your year. three special grades and a cursed technique unlike any other. the four of you combined were an unstoppable team, but trios never work— why would a squad work? you and suguru were dating, he had stolen a piece of your heart and held it close to his chest. you truly believe it was love. and during that time, "the strongest trio" was a real thing. the teamwork and results the three of you produced made an impression on the jujutsu higher-ups. you were never without eachother, and it was fine!

never had you been so happy and satisfied like when you were with suguru. and then an incident occured when you were, for the first time, pulled away from the two. toji fushiguro and the star plasma vessel. it should've been a simple mission, but satoru and suguru were playing checkers—fushiguro was playing chess.

it was no longer alright. it was the two of them facing a deathly experience and failing—for the first time. suguru had become distant, and satoru had become obsessed with eliminating weakness as if he hadn't just truly become the strongest. "i don't think you're good enough for me." it was as if the world shattered, the world along with that beautiful diamond ring you had been waiting to put on his finger. he took a piece of your heart, one of which was like glass, and he threw at the wall with a force you couldn't bare.

when shoko called you, informing you and gojo where suguru was—your heart thumped in hope. however, the only thing you could hear was the sound of your duo collapsing and the cruel sound of his voice repeating: "you will never be enough for me"— replaying over and over in your broken mind. you couldn't bring yourself to go see him. your mind wouldn't allow your feet to move, to chase after him and beg. it was pathetic, really. you wished more than anything for his return, but you couldn't even chase after him? you sat slumped against your wall, fingers mindelssly rubbing and twisting that familar diamond ring. "suguru," you whisper into the air, as if hoping your call would manifest him to you. as if this were a dream and he'd wake you up with a kiss and soft smile.

but that wasn't reality, it was just a fantasy. so you wonder why you're in a bed with him? why did you destory that hate for him, only to hold him and fuck him in that hotel bed. why— why did you accept him back into your heart, knowing he shattered it? those thoughts could never beat your raw desire for him, your need to make love to him because he— is your soulmate. his existence is etched into your soul— and it cannot be removed by simple and conventional means.

and it only caused you more pain as you watched him slide down that brick wall. you had arrived to late to jujutsu high. satoru's students were beaten bloody, but yuuta okkotsu came in the clutch...by beginning the end of "the worst cursed user" suguru geto. those years of love were all for nothing as you decided to "curse him in the end," sparing satoru's feelings at the cost of your own.

at the result of your own hands, your own words and actions you had ended suffering, only causing more for yourself. but regardless, no more deaths would be caused that specific day. and the spirits of one-hundred and thirteen people (or way more) had been avenged. "the worst curse user" was gone, but suguru geto still resided in your heart with the wish that his soul was at peace. hoping that haibara would finally have familiar company after such a long time. however, nothing you wish comes to fruition. his could likely but resting...but— the soul cannot truly rest until its body has truly rested. learning that was likely the worst experience of your life. 𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗖𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝟯𝟭𝗦𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟴—𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗔𝗧 𝟴:𝟯𝟬, 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗪𝗢 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗦𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦 𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗜𝗡 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗕𝗨𝗬𝗔!

satoru gojo had completed a feat you were proud of him for. yes—you were a bit dizzy, maybe out of it from his domain, but you were proud. he truly was the strongest, and you were no doubt a close second. but being to strongest—having power, is not enough.

"yo!" he calls out your name first. although, it doesn't sound as sweet. its familiar, but it's not warm. the voice of suguru geto would always make you feel as if you were wrapped in a fluffy blanket. the sound of your name coming from his lips was magical. but there was no magic, and there was no love in it. "h-huh?" you stopped and stared at him, you wish you could will your body to move but you couldn't. the man you killed with your bare hands, the love of your live, stood before you in the flesh. "S-SUGURU!" it hurt to see his body have such a reaction to your voice. to see his hand twitch and attack is own neck, maybe the soul and body truly exist in tandem. you were so out of it. you'd barely realized globs of a red, flesh looking substance was binding satoru. and as if in instinct you'd jump to protect him, as if he were suguru.

"ah, ah, ah!" from the black pit in the ground of the subway station arose a curse to stop you. you quickly exorcise the curse and he calls your name again. except its familiar this time. its warm— and you can feel a hint the magical tingle you get. someone must be screwing with you! this can't be real, he can't be real.

the 'stops's from satoru start to sound muffled as "suguru" walks towards you. stop? stop what? you think to yourself, accepting the touch of him. his hand cups your cheek, his thumb gently rubbing your cheek. this can't be real—but he feels so warm. your soul is telling you it isn't him, that the man before you isn't suguru, but your head is spinning and you can't seem to focus properly. and suddenly his lips are against yours. you can hear satoru yelling, you certainly can—but you're not listening to what he's saying. suguru's lips are soft as they move again yours, tasting his tongue again was like a glimpse of heaven. you didn't process the words: "prison gate, close" from "suguru." not until gojo was suddenly gone in your peripheral and there was just a floating box.

the dark red box floated to suguru's outstretched hand, turning as grey as stone when it touches his palm. "wha—" you feel suguru's lips against yours again. "don't pay attention to that, just me," he whispers. it was a shame how quickly you gave into him. suguru chuckles when you become more forceful with the kiss, the box falls from his fingertips as he wraps his arms around your neck.

perhaps the kiss was just to distract you, perhaps he was going to far in his plan. but it seems that this body longs for you a lot more that kenjaku had thought. or perhaps kenjaku himself was longing for something he hadn't experienced in quite a while. but regardless of that, he felt himself becoming wet— turned on from simply a kiss. your relationship with suguru geto was certainly something! he thought to himself as he allowed you to push him against a concrete column of the subway, used for foundation. it seems mahito was correct when he said you could mix business with pleasure.

non-sorcerers stand scattered around the station, mindless from satoru's domain. they probably couldn't hear a thing even if they wanted to. kenjaku allowed you to touch him like that, to desprately pull off his clothes. he even laughed at how furiously you ripped off the gojogesa, perhaps a bit angry possesive that he was wearing something carrying gojo's name. even in suguru's memories, you were quite possessive of him, needing to keep a hand on him no matter where the two of you were. fuck—he was getting ridiculously turned on by your actions! his hands desprately grip your shoulders, his eyes fluttering as your kisses trail from his lips to his neck.

no, this isn't him. just like a few minutes ago, for the first time in centuries a body has acted on it's own. just how much did suguru love you? it was a stupid question, he thought seconds later. kenjaku knows how much suguru loves you.

for all of those years, despite what he said to you—you came back. he's seen suguru's memories. he knows how much you made love to him, especially during those ten years of him being a fugitive. whether you'd fold him over or held him in your lap, your kisses—were suguru's weakness. a pleasured shiver racks his body as you kiss and kiss him, his clothes falling to the ground as you kiss further down. "ah...a-ah!" your lips wrap around one his perky nipples. your tongue swirls around the pink nub, sucking on it lightly. suguru's back arches, surprise filling his eyes. kenjaku is aware how sensitive suguru's body is, although this was a little surprising. his cheeks flush as you move to the other one.

moans pathetically leave his lips, legs wobbling from your actions. he feels as if he could cry just from this, suguru geto really was lucky to have you. you pull away and watch his chest rise and fall, "suguru's" eyes widened and tears pricking at the corner of his eyes.

"you look surprised," you kiss up and down his chest as you speak. "im sure you know how much me and suguru made love. i know him and his body more then he does himself." your voice is soft but there's a hint of anger in your eyes. some part of you hates this—but your heart thumps as you see him. you can't help but pick him, stripping him of the clothes on his lower body as you push him against the concrete foundation peice again. you glance down between his legs, slick painting his inner thighs. your kisses move down to his inner thighs licking your lips at his taste. bending down on the less than sanitary subway floor, your put your face between his legs, giving kitten licks to his clit.

your tongue swirls around his clit—dipping in between his folds for a true taste of him. your nose bumps his clit as you do, a gasp leaving kenjaku lips. your tongue slips inside of him and he involuntarily leans forward, putting one leg onto your shoulders. your hands cup his ass, keeping him this position.

this is a feeling kenjaku hasn't felt in a long time. specifically, the last time he was a woman. the feeling he had then—and the feeling he has now it similar, but it's different, more intense. and he knows why. his body—suguru's body, it feels so hot. he can't help but melt into your touch, fall in your arms and let you have your way. he can't tell if its muscle memory, or if it's suguru's soul interferring—but what's clear is this body loves you. the second he saw you, he felt something. the second he kissed you, he felt a pulse in his groin. suguru truly did belong to you—mind, body, and soul. the moans he was letting slip, higher octave and even whiny, that wasn't him. his body leaning into you, putting his leg on your shoulder, that wasn't him. and the way he humped your face with an eagerness, that surely wasn't him. kenjaku would never be so desperate. but it did feel fantastic.

"ah—fuck!" his eyes roll back, tongue lolled as he grips onto your hair. "ngh—! a-ah...mphf—fuck!" your erection strains in your uniform as he whines and moans. his eyelids flutter and his thighs tighten as he feels it. your mouth brings him to an orgasm as he's practically sitting on your face. you lap up his cum with your tongue, moaning into his cunt at the taste.

suguru kenjaku stumbles off your shoulder, hitting that same concrete column where his clothes rest below. before he could slide down and fall, he feels your hands on his hips, lifting him up as his shaky legs are unusuable. you flip him around and his chest and face are pressed to the concrete. he grabs the concrete column, at an attempt to ground himself before he feels your thick tip press against his pussy. he feels the tip push into him, a loud moan leaving lips. he's quite thankful for satoru's domain, or else the people hear would be getting quite the show. it was smart of him to send the curses away aswell, imagine what they'd think if they saw him— "ngh—AH! fuck— i...please! mphf!" he's panting as your cock slides in, kenjaku slaps his hand over his mouth, ashamed of his noises.

with no mercy you move once you've pushed into his cunt fully. the wet slaps of his pussy fill kenjaku's ears. oh how the memories are returning.

"fu—fuck!" the voice crack in his voice was pleasant as he tried to keep his moans quiet. he was so warm. his body rocks with your thrusts, feeling your fingers delicately knead his ass, rubbing the sore skin from the harsh smacks of your hips. his eyes cross and eyelashes fluttering as your balls mercilessly slap agaisnst his already swollen clit. kenjaku was enjoying this a bit too much. his hand couldn't help but fall— the curses and moans finally being set free. "good boy," he hears you coo. he'd be disgusted by it—maybe even hit you. but suguru's body isn't in tandem with what kenjaku may value. you feel the warmth around you tighten—your cock being swallowed by his pussy.

he couldn't help but arch his back, sliding his front just a bit lower for your cock to reach just a bit deeper. "aAH! ngh—" my, suguru was one lucky man. kenjaku is sure his cheek is red from the sliding, your rough treatment that made him rock helped none.

kenjaku is enjoying this too much. and believes he knows why. the memories of jin itadori were fresh on his mind. it wasn't too long ago that he experienced a woman's view of life— pregnancy, and the pleaures that could be given through the means of a vagina. it wasn't that long ago that he took cock into him, masquerading as a loving wife to conceive yuuji itadori. it wasn't that long ago that his eyes were rolled back and his head was pushed into the cushion as he was plowed into from behind. this wasn't new. it's almost as history repeated itself. his back bent and curved to take a man's cock deep inside of him. the pleasures women could perceive was a godly experience. as if his cursed and wretched soul were blessed to experience this.

up on the tips of his toes, his knees knock inward as you reach a particular spot within him. the spot that could get suguru cumming in seconds—and you spongey tip continued to plow directly into that particular spot. his eyes fluttered closed as he came with a cry on your cock. you slide your cock out quickly, cumming on the back of his thighs. the sound of your rough and pleaured panting aparent to his ears as you hold his bottom half up. you turn him around against the concrete column, panting as you speak. "one more— hah...one more time."

kenjaku couldn't help but reluctantly comply, the heat between his legs continued to grow—never had been so needy. "one more time," you pant into his ear as you hoist him up. a whine leaves his lips as you push one of his legs to his chest. suguru was always flexible, it was one of the things that made sex so enjoyable with him. you allow that leg to rest on your shoulder—holding the other one up with your hand to the back of his knee. it was such an interesting position, a breeding one had the two of you been on the floor, but kenjaku was sure he'd be given the chance to be fucked and filled again. perhaps to the point of cultivating another child?

a loud moan left his lips as you unexpectedly drop him on your cock. this entire time, you've used him as nothing more than a sex toy. a pussy to use to your satisfaction. did you truly love suguru? kenjaku wishes you would allow him his thoughts, but your cock was such an attention stealer! "fuck, this pussy was made for me," you hiss into the skin of his neck, rutting your hips against his.

pathetic girly whines and moans leave his suguru's lips. it was embarrassing how easily suguru's soul could slip in, how he could make his body do things kenjaku wouldn't even dream of doing. but it seems there was no choice at this point. two minds, body's, and souls were lost in the feeling of you. who knows was making the noise at that point. you felt so deep—how did suguru handle this all these years? kenjaku think to himself. your cock plunging over and over into his cunt was a pleasurable experience. your girth stretching him—length filling him to the brim. "i see why he loved this so much," kenjaku whisper aloud in the middle of you fucking him.

it seems you had ignored him, but he meant it. he understands why suguru was so cock addicted with you. he wonders what could possibly be going on in your head, wondering if your thinking through a pussy addiction.

and in one way you are—you're acting on a pussy addiction. an addiction reserved only for suguru. however, your mind was all over the place. your sure the other sorcerers are rushing, running around to get through the barriers. your sure they're getting hurt, but here you are—a special grade sorcerer—fucking the enemy. but the enemy felt so good! it was exhilarating to finally feel suguru once more. and if this was the last chance you would get to see him, you'd do it. you'd do in a heartbeat a thousand times. your cock plunging in and out of his messy pussy. wet and squelching noises fill your ears as he drips onto the floor—a white ring around the base of your cock.

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. the words left your mouth like a prayer. his pussy felt so good! the only thought was cum and filling him up, your sure his mind was on it aswell. and it was. the thought of you breeding him seemed to be so pleasant. perhaps because it was suguru's body, but who wouldn't want your cum.

kenjaku felt the signs, and it seems you did too. a grunt leaves your lips, a whine leaving his as you both cum. his pussy wraps tightly around your cock, milking you for what your worth. a gasp leaves his lips when you slip out of his leaking cunt, more cum sputtering from your tip and now onto his face since you've dropped him on the floor. his naked body rested on the subway ground, your cum leaky pleasantly from his pussy—face decorated as well. it was bad. terrible—that you gave in. but this sight, the sight of your claim on suguru was enough to make up for it your head.

no matter what, suguru was the most important piece in your game of chess. it was unfortunate that the king—satoru gojo—was not.

#𝗔𝗖𝗧 ꒰ KENJAKU ꒱ #𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗡𝗢𝗪... is kenjaku using geto's body to his advantage once again. and taking backshots for a plan...again #𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 ꒰ 14 — '23 ꒱ #jjk x reader #jjk x male reader #jjk smut #kenjaku x reader #kenjaku x male reader #kenjaku smut #geto x reader #geto x male reader #geto smut #suguru geto x reader #suguru geto x male reader #suguru geto smut #suguru geto angst #jjk angst #x male reader #male reader #top male reader #top reader #dom male reader #dom reader #sub character #bottom character #afab!geto

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

TF2 Headcanons pt.3 I can't stop. The chokehold is now a death grip.

I guess I'm a TF2 blog now 😮‍💨 (not really complaining, also if you get tired of me posting nothing but hcs let me know what you want to see instead.)

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Ice cream preferences? Ice cream preferences.

Demo probably ordered rum rasin once, thinking it actually had rum in it but actually ended up liking it. I think he also likes pralines and cream or pistachio. He likes wafflecones to an unhealthy extent.

Engie likes anything with peanut butter. He also likes chocolate chip cookie dough. He will eat an entire tub of ice cream, but he deserves it, so it's fine.

Heavy likes all of the traditional flavors, vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, and stuff like that. But he hates neapolitan. He's in the same boat as Engie. They just eat the entire tub together.

Medic loves Cherry Garcia, like unhealthy love. He also really likes anything with strawberry sause (looks like blood, he's a little freak he'd eat ice cream out of a human skull if you let him).

Scout likes cookies and cream. He also really likes dirtcups (hot fudge, chocolate ice cream, crushed oreo, and gummy worms, in case you didn't know). I genuinely think this man can't eat "boring" foods. Like he has to have crunch in his food. He's not allowed to eat in cones anymore. Don't ask him about it. (Also, hc him as lactose intolerant, he just doesn't care.)

When it comes to Sniper, never let him live down the fact that in Australia, they have "Golden Gaytimes." As a viable ice cream option. He doesn't mind them. He gave Scout an aneurysm when he asked if he wanted one. But he's more of a plain chocolate guy. He eats it in out of the tub or in a dish, depending on how he feels.

Spy he likes coffee ice cream and makes it his entire personality. He's so mature for liking it, right guys?? He's just sooooo refined. No scout, you didn't see him ordering a double fudge brownie with sprinkles. They just messed up his order. No, he can't return it now! that'd be rude. (It's in a sugar cone, btw)

Soilder. GIVE THIS MAN HIS RED WHITE AND BLUE BOMBPOPS GOD DAMMIT! I think he also likes Butterscotch and Rocky Road. He likes cake cones.

Pyro loves bubblegum, Superman, and Blue Moon. They eat it in those cones with chocolate and sprinkles on them! They also like the SpongeBob popsicles.

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Pyro time!

They eat cinnamon candy all the time. It's so bad. They have at minimum 9 boxes of redhots on stand-by.

I think Pyro is agender. I think their just okay existing in their own world and have no care about gender.

Give them those fire snakes that change the fires' color and their ecstatic! Their favorite is blue.

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I think these dumbasses have the most random fears ever. None of them are scared of frogs or bugs, but God forbid you mention wooden spoons, and one of them vomits.

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I've seen people say the mercs have board game nights, and I love that idea, so....

Uno is banned. Strictly. It's not even funny. They played it once, and the moment the +4 card was played, all hell broke loose.

They all play poker or Cards Against Humanity at least once a week. Sometimes, they'll pick someone's favorite game to play.

Demo likes Yahtzee and Scrabble. He's just kinda chill like that.

Engie and Pyro both like the same games for the most part. They play Jenga a lot. Also, checkers!

Heavy really likes chess and connect 4.

Do not play board games with Medic. This man has anger issues. But if you really want to, candyland and life are his favorites.

Scout has a hard time playing video games. He can't pay attention at all. But if you play a card game like Red Flags or We're Not Really Strangers, he'll be able to focus on it.

Sniper, Spy, and Soilder all like traditional card games. Black Jack, Cribbage, Eucher, etc.

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Sorry this one is short. Very tired and stressed out right now.

I'm so glad you guys have been liking my posts! I'm smiling like an idiot anytime I open tumblr.

#tf2 pyro #tf2 spy #tf2 demoman #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #tf2 soilder #tf2 engineer #tf2 heavy #tf2 headcanons #tf2 hcs #team fortress headcanons #team fortress 2

[thefrogsaregay]

Masky x F!reader smut

{Hi all me again :), been crushing on Masky lately sooooo here it is hahaha}

{18+!! MINORS DNI}

{Trigger warning: sexual theme, sex without protection, BEN is his own warning, mentions of murder, death}

Huffing and whining, you yanked a body behind Masky towards a part of the forest, “God, man these guys are so heavy, "You groaned, turning around and fixing your grip. Masky stared in amusement, “maybe you should start training, you would uh…be able to carry them like me, ” He lifted his free arm and flexed, “Mm well, your mums gay, ” You puffed out, “Well my mums dead so..” he replied dropping the male he was holding, "Skill issue" you giggled to yourself, "What?.." He stared.

You blinked at him, "You.. it's like.. I don't know a meme? don't worry," you rolled your eyes and dropped the body four feet from the other one.

Starting the hike, you popped your fingers and back, "Man I'm fucked, or should be fucked, maybe both," You soughed out fixing your shirt, Masky coughed after processing what you said, "Aren't you and Jeff a thing?," he felt he was crossing a boundary, "Me and Jeff?," you choked out, "No, like we've fucked around a bit but we're just friends, we both joined Slendy as teenagers remember? we think like them too, like I'm supposed to be 24 but I'm stuck as little nineteen-year-old me," You shared staring ahead, "Ah okay…how did you-" "Don't.."

Laying on your bed you stared at the ceiling, zoning out, a knock on your door knocked you out of your trance. Sitting up you blinked at it, "Uh, yea..come in!" you hollered, "Hey can I come chill?" Masky leaned against your doorway, his neck exposed as he wore a grey T with red checkered pants, "Oh my god you do know slang" you snorted patting the other side of your bed. He shuffled over before laying across on his back, "I'm sorry if I pushed earlier, Toby was talking about catching you two and I got curious" He looked at his fingers, playing with the broken nails and skin, you forced a smile, "Nah you're good, I get it honestly but I wouldn't date Jeff, "You gagged, He looked over and chuckled.

A nice silence took over as you checked your phone, "You're beautiful," you snapped to look at him, your face heating up as you stared shocked, "..okay uh thank you" nervously answering you slid your phone onto your bedside table, "You're pretty good looking too honestly, it's kinda gross but I've pictured you while I've been with Jeff, to be honest," You layed against your headboard covering your mouth. He sat up to face you, "Actual?" he was red behind the mask, he had been needing you in more ways than one once he got to know you, hating you to begin with as you were a carbon copy of Toby, young and dumb but that changed a while back when you first killed someone you knew.

You looked away, "Yea, man like I don't know, I'm digging myself a hole," you whined.

he climbed between your feet before grasping your knees and dragging you to lay down, "Don't hide I feel the same, I've been thinking about you a lot lately, " He stared down at you, searching your eyes for any negative emotions, "Can I take off the mask…"You spoke out, a statement more than a question, it was coming off either way, he nodded kneeling between your legs.

You gripped the edge and pulled it off, he was staring at you, watching your every move, "Handsome" you smiled before sliding a hand onto his cheek against his side burn, sitting up you press your lips to his. He stalled before taking control, "Tell me when to stop," He whispered against your lips "I won't be speaking then" you whispered out before kissing him.

he sat up taking his shirt off before continuing, his hand slid down to your waist rubbing circles with his thumb, "Can I take your clothes off, "You asked quietly gripping his pants, "Of course baby, " He kissed you one last time before standing up with you following.

he leaned down kissing you holding your hips, your hands working to slide his pants and boxers down, feeling him strip you, "Lay down baby" He uttered sighing. You laid back getting comfy, spreading your legs as he settled between them, he slid his hand down gently playing with your clit, you hummed grabbing his hand, "Like this" You spoke gently guiding him to what you liked, "Of course" he kissed your neck gently toying with you copying what you showed him, "I need you Tim" you looked up at him through your lashed pleading. He swallowed before reaching over to grab your lube, applying a generous amount he pushed against your slit before sliding in, looking at you for any discomfort before bottoming out balls deep.

He breathed shakily waiting for approval to move, he stared at where you were joined before looking at you to find you were already staring, "Please .."You begged quietly grabbing at his bicep and holding a hand over your chest, he began moving slowly to gain a rhythm, pleasure overtaking him at the pleasure he had flowing through him. He hooked an arm around a thigh pressing it forward with him as his left hand rested next to your head, hair dangling and swaying with each movement.

You held your other thigh spreading it open wider for the man above you, "Baby I'm- oh my god" He grunted out moving his hips faster, he reached down playing with your clit to help you reach your peak, "Tim I'm so close please it's right there" You gritted your teeth concentrating, eyes rolling back as you felt the coil so close to breaking, "Just hold no I'm right behind you" He moved quicker surprising that he could move that fast, changing position he grabbed both thighs leaning back and slamming into you, head hurled back.

You leaned forward into him digging your nails into his arm as you came, a broken moan escaped as you titled your head down, he pushed you back down before pulling out and jerking off before coming over your stomach, "I'm- hah I'm so sorry I didn't know where you wanted it" He leaned over you breathing heavily, "That's all g my guy" You pushed his hair back before dropping your arm.

You giggled as he cleaned you, looking up at you he quirked an eyebrow, "What?" he asked looking back down, You watched happily, "So uh…hoes before bros aye?" He looked up bewildered before realising Brian had been waiting for him, "Fuck…he'll be alright" He hoped silently.

stepping off your bed he slid his clothes on and gripped his mask, leaning down he kissed you gently, "I think us proxies are wanted so I gotta run I'm sorry, " You stared up at him, "You're alright" you stood up to get dressed. he stepped out of the room and instantly smiled before heading to the big man's office, "Where the fuck were you?!" Hoodie growled out stepping around the corner, Masky stared at him sliding his mask on, "Getting laid bitch" he chuckled crossing his arm, "No way" Hoodie and Masky exchanged conversation like teenage boys.

You stared around and smiled blushing, not noticing the face in the T.V.

#creepypasta #tim masky #hoodie #smut #masky x reader #masky x reader smut #ben drowned #ticci toby #masky x F!reader #masky x F!reader smut'

[danicadenniss]

DreamWorks Trolls

Branch: Troll Of The Wildglade

Chapter 4: Capture With Fear

In the Trolls Brotherhood AU, Warning that it's going to be violent, Branch's darkest fear about the fire. Dante Reyes survived from the fire.

Next day, at the Village's museum of historical, a female tour guide show Talons Bounty Troll Hunters' fallen leader during the fire, since 20 years ago in the forest.

Female Tour Guide: That's was Talons Bounty Troll Hunters' fallen leader was killed by the fires in the woods.

A White South African teenage girl with long light auburn hair, green eyes, pale skin complexion, some freckles on her cheeks and wearing a white collared, button up shirt, a light gray undershirt, a blue sweater with 3/4 sky blue sleeves, a dark pink above the knee skirt with lilac and bubblegum pink checkered capri leggings and lavender Mary Jane's flats and writing down on her journal, she don't want to hunt down trolls, but she want to have peace and quiet, and raised her hand up to ask her.

Female Tour Guide: Yes, Cady, what is it?

Cady Heron: I don't want to hunt the creatures, it's not safe for the trolls. The trolls' leader died after battle it's enemy, 20 years ago, before I was born, Dad is working with Gabby to protect the nature from harm. My grandfather dislike Talons Bounty Troll Hunters hunting trolls. The trolls are singing and dancing with the clan called Wildglade. A one of the trolls turned gray who hate singing and dancing. (The orphans are laughing and playing each other, by running in the museum's hall. The tour guide tell them to stop running.)

Children: Hi, Mrs. Gloria!

Gloria: Kids, please no running, okay, you guys know the rules.

Children: We're sorry, we'll walked slowly okay.

Little girl: The trolls are singing and dancing in the forest every day.

Gloria: Yes, Abby, Pastor Chunch want to protect the wildlife from the hunt.

Abby Schmidt: My friend, Travis and I are playing our instrument, but the trolls like to sing and dance.

Travis: I don't like mean people hunting trolls.

Little Girl: I don't want all the trolls died after the attack.

Little Boy: Me too!

The children are playing their instruments and they dancing with each others just like the trolls.

Arthur Slugworth walked into the museum with a horse and a cart with it. William Afton dislike music, like the trolls, he say.

Arthur Slugworth: Alright, children but you no better to play all the instruments, and it's will be recyclable! (horse neighing) Now go to take all the toys or we will clapped all of you in jail.

The hunters took their instruments away from the children and they recycling the instruments and they laughed evilly, the children are crying and wailing, they want them to do chores.

Victoria Kord: So, Regina, nice suit, today. The training is starting now!

Meanwhile, at the training room for teen hunters will train to hunt down trolls in the forest. They got their suits on their hunt for trolls.

Regina George: Gretchen, Karen, how's did you too get here?

Black teenage boy: (whispered) I don't know!

Polynesian teenage girl: The trolls' home?

Agent Rimes walked into the room.

Agent Rimes: Alright, rookies, listen here, there are rapids creatures, go cross to the woods, jump over the logs and kill and grab all the trolls by bringing them to the prison by poison all the lands, we'll be success our goals. Where's Cady?

Regina George: She's writing her diary again at the museum.

Agent Rimes: Remember focus on your skills, and don't get hurt! Good luck rookies.

The teens put their masks on and we walk into the field with their spyglasses and they looked at the trolls hisses, she used her dart gun and shot it, they ran towards to kill them. They held the guns and they ran fast into their marches. A black teenage boy and a Polynesian teenage girl are get hurt with the red X on their armors.

Karen Smith: Whoa, look at this. Haha!

Black teenage boy: Aw come on!

Polynesian teenage girl: Daiman, I hate hunting trolls so much!

The teens looked up at the trolls, they held their shields and they got to the trees with lot of trolls jumped out and tackled two of them.

Regina George: OH SON OF THE BITCH! (Use toxic chemicals gas and threw it against the trolls, and the tree got knocked down. Dante Reyes walked into the room and clapped his hands with an evil smile.)

Dante Reyes: Tonight, we'll hunt down creatures with our weapons to poison them.

Regina George: Yes, my lord, it's my turn to strings! My turn to hunt! (Pushed in the pushing bag)

The hunters walked out of the room in the darkness, back to the forest, in her bunker, Poppy drew the picture of her, her sister, her mother and her father before her sister's disappearance and her mother's death, she put it back in the box. That night, the teens walked into the woods, with their loaded poisonous dart guns and the butterfly nets are ready, the brothers continued staring at the clear, night sky with peaceful in Branch's heart. They stopped staring at the stars, something caught his eye. He see the hunters in the flashback as baby crying and seeing his father's sacrifice during the attack. End of the flashback, beyond his home, in the trees across the fields and below a mountain. The hunters putting their masks on, then they walked into the woods.

Branch: That's my land, hunters in our homeland.

John Dory: We got to check it out and fast.

Branch: We're going to check it out. See if they might provide danger to our clan.

Floyd: We're be fine.

Spruce: I'm agree with you guys (they grabs their weapons onto their backs, they swung down the the tree they were located on and landed safely on the ground. The brothers swiftly took off.

The bounty troll hunters loaded poisonous dart guns are ready, Dante Reyes walked in the tent. The bounty troll hunters smiled at the rookie with her new suit.

Dante Reyes: Tonight, we hunt down trolls! (Talons Bounty Troll Hunters cheer for his master plan)

Branch, John Dory, Spruce and Floyd continued to ran though the trees and across the valley and valley without having to stop. In order to improve their speed, they sometimes ran in all fours, a trait that their kind uses should they ever want to escape their foes. Unlike the other trolls,the brothers can ran longer distances, has a high stamina for it and many survival skills that were earned throughout the years. Now they're finally paying off. Finally, he reached the edge of the forest until he stopped shortly when they saw something embedded on the dirt. The dogs smell them as they see trolls while they barking at the brothers. They ran across the dogs barking and they were seen them running.

John Dory: (gasped and whispered) Dogs?

Branch: (gasped and whispered) Still fresh,

Spruce: (whispered) Guys, looks the hunters bring the dogs, they barking and stalking at us.

One of the dog: Woof!

Floyd: Who are they?

John Dory: (whispered) Hunters! That's man is their new leader and they want to hunt us down. Since Daddy sacrifice himself to save us all, 20 years since Clay's disappearance along with Viva back, we were kids.

Floyd: (whispered) It's not too late for you to leave. Forgot about us. Just be careful.

Ignacio Carapax: Hmmm! Oof! Oh what the? (One of the dogs barking) I knew, they across all of y'all in the forest. I'm going to the boss about the good news.

Branch: I told you, We'll return to the village. (The brothers looked up at the hunters and they gasped, Dante Reyes say)

Dante Reyes: Suprise, trolls!

Branch: No! It can't be! Listen to me! We must fight to the hunters. Gather Alder want everyone you know and run! GO!

Bounty Troll Hunters #6: We got them now!

Bounty Troll Hunters #9: Ha! Got him! (Branch whipped at the hunters' face)

Branch: Oh, you think so, huh? (hidden smirk, he has reached his end. As he dashed ahead, the hunters gasped when Branch and Floyd suddenly jumped and climbed on narrow edges on the vertical wall. The brothers stretching their hairs and grabbed onto a small rocky ledge of the wall. Waving a wave to the hunters, they swung forward like a slingshot.

The brothers: Yeah!

John Dory: See y'all next fall!

Dante Reyes: Don't ever do this! Regina!

Branch landed upright and hurried off to the exit.

Branch: (laughing, running as fast as he could. He dashed around a corner and ran up the rocky path. But just as they thought they were home free, Regina darted on his right upper shoulder, a rope was suddenly around his waist, trapping his arms, and was pulled to the bottom of the cliff.)

John Dory, Spruce and Floyd: Branch! (Branch groan, Arthur Slugworth and his partners Gerald Prodnose and Felix Fickelgruber used their butterfly nets and captured them as they scream in horror.)

Branch: What just happened? (shook his head and noticed the rope around him. They looked up to where the rope led by Regina.)

Floyd: Who is she?

The brothers looked up at her, a spotlight shined on fully as Branch see poison on his upper shoulder and he shivering with fear.

Branch: AH! No! You're poisoned me!

Spruce: O O Oh, how's could you!

Arthur Slugworth put John Dory, Spruce and Floyd in the bag and tie it up.

John Dory: I It's is... (Arthur Slugworth evil laugh)

John Dory, Spruce and Floyd: NO, NO, NO, NO! D'OH!

Spruce: (mumbled) NO!

Dante Reyes: (evil smile, the hunters holding the rope.) Though you trolls got away, didn't you, trolls?

Branch: (gasped, in the vision, Hernan Reyes' evil laugh, Thorn fight against him. Baby Branch crying and wailing for his father's sacrifice during the attack and the fires. End of the vision, he shivering with his eyes.) Big mistake, ugly! (growled and charged at him. But then another rope to grab his right foot, snared his hair, pulled him back painfully. Ahh!

Branch struggled to escape, managing to pull his arm free, but unfortunately, the hunters threw one more rope which bounded his wrists together.

Branch: Let's us go! (panting, that's he lost his father to the hunters.)

Poppy arrived on the table and see the hunters, they looked at her.

Arthur Slugworth: What was that thing? It's looked like gray but it looking dark. How's it got up here?

Poppy jumped up to try tackled him, Regina used her net to captured her and then he put her in the bag. The hunters tried pulling Branch up, despite his struggles.

Poppy: (mumbled) Hey, watch it!

Dante Reyes: (whipped his horse, with the jeep, the horse neighing) To the village!

He and the hunters walked to jeep while dragging them and straight back to the village. At the Village's museum, Clay and Viva has to escape from prison. Clay is taller and slender, his hair became messy lime green hair and he wear a green one suit romper with a diamond. Viva is slightly taller, her hair is curly, with one lock of her hair resting down on the right side of her face and pink yellow sparkling makeup. She wears a white leotard with golden colored trim and a pink star with golden trim on the the chest. She has red leg warmers with pink lozenges on them.

Clay: (gasped and held his pictures of his mother Ivy, his father Thorn who sacrifice himself to save them, because of his disappearance along with Viva, his grandmother and his brothers.) Mom, Grandma, John Dory, Spruce, Floyd, Branch!

The call of his brothers' help, his mother asked him to come home. He regains his memories, reminiscing those of his brothers, family, friends and himself. He fears of forgetting everything and knowing that losing his brothers.

Clay: I...AM CLAY, SON OF THORN AND IVY AND THE HEIR OF GLADE CLAN! I AM THE MIDDLE BROTHERS OF JOHN DORY, SPRUCE, FLOYD AND BRANCH! I must to save them from the hunters' threats! (running out of the museum, fast as he can to save his brothers.) I'm coming brothers! Help is on the way! I have to go now! That's is my greatest fear. Losing my brothers. I have to save my brothers! He had a big amount of guilt as he blame himself for leaving the forest, since his father's sacrifice during the attack and the fires in the woods. He ran into the church, with a plan and Viva's help to save his brothers.

Can Clay regain his memories and reunite with his brothers on the next chapter.

#trolls headcanons #dreamworks trolls #trolls #trolls brotherhood au #trolls au #trolls branch #branch trolls #trolls broppy #trolls john dory #trolls jd #trolls bruce #trolls spruce #trolls clay #trolls cliva #trolls floyd #dante reyes #trolls fanfic #Spotify

[dantakeyoman]

𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 | 𝐣. 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞

♡ 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♡ *𝒐𝒉, (𝒚/𝒏)? 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏, 𝒕𝒐𝒐. 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓. …𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉. *

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

♡ * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 - 𝒑𝒐𝒗: 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 *

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

"You guys really are hungry, huh?" Dallas smirked, watching the three of you scarf down your sandwiches with an amused look.

Dally took the three of you to a local Dairy Queen, his treat, and he was sure that none of you had come up for air since he handed over the food.

"The kid you killed had plenty of friends," Dallas turned to you, who was sitting in the passenger, "It's all over town...Soc against Grease. I started carrying a heater, man."

"Dal, you kill people with heaters," Pony chimed, mouth full.

Dally pulled out the gun, opening the chamber to show it was empty, "Don't worry, it ain't loaded."

"Hey, mister! You have 15 cents?" A little girl loudly asked, seemingly coming out of nowhere.

Dally nearly jumped out his shoes and scrambled to hide the weapon.

"Nah, we don't have nothin' on us. Sorry," you quickly covered, shifting in your seat to shield Dallas.

"Are you sure?" She pressed.

"Could you please go away. We're busy here," Dally ordered, throwing on some shades.

"Do you have a dime?"

"Could you go away?"

"Do you have a dime?"

"Go away! Get outta here!"

The girl's face fell, but she nodded and walked off.

Dally took a deep breath of relief, taking off the shades and turning to make sure she was really gone.

"Whew, that was a close call," he muttered, now checking all around him to make sure no one else was listening in, "Anyway, Tim Shepard's gang and our outfit are havin' it out with the Socs in the vacant lot tomorrow night."

'A rumble? Man, we ain't had a rumble in a long time.'

"Hey, I didn't tell you, we got a spy," he added.

"A spy? Who?" Johnny asked, stuffing a fry in his mouth.

"Remember that good-looking broad I tried to pick up the night (y/n/n) wasted that kid-." You flicked him in the head, silently telling him to watch his mouth.

"What's 'er name? Uh, Cherry somethin'. The redhead."

"Cherry Valance," Pony sprang to life, quickly swallowing his bite.

"Cherry? The Soc, right?" Johnny nodded

"Yeah, we were all hangin' out in the vacant lot and she pulls up in her little old Stingray," Dally started, "Yeah, that took a lotta nerve."

"Yeah..." Pony egged him.

"She said she'd, uh, testify that the Socs were drunk, and they were the ones that were looking for a fight, and you guys fought back just strictly on self-defense. So it's cool," Dally continued, running a hand through his hair.

'If that's the case...'

"Man, that little broad sure does hate me. I offered to take her over to the Dingo for a coke, an' she told me to go to hell. I dunno."

...

"So, you think she might like me a bit?" He smirked, turning to you.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, "She's over the moon."

"Hey, I think she's cute. Right?"

"Right," Pony grumbled, tossing his sandwich out the car.

"Hey, what do they do for kicks around here, anyways? Play checkers or somethin'? This place is outta it," Dallas scoffed, taking a look around, "I dunno, man. I've never been in the country."

"We're going back. We'll turn ourselves in," you stated, turning to Dallas.

Johnny spit out his coke, and Dally nearly went dumb.

"What?" He asked, leaning his ear in, as if he heard wrong.

"I got a good chance of bein' let off easy," you repeated, "It was self defense, you just said, Pony, Cherry, and Johnny can testify to that. And we wont say that you helped us. Johnny'll give you back that gun so you won't get in any trouble, Dal."

He scoffed, pinching the bride of his nose, "Are you sure this is what you wanna do?"

"Yeah, I'm sure, man. It ain't fair for Darry and Soda to be worryin' about Pony all the time," you took a sip of your water.

"Hey, I don't guess (b/n/n)'s worried 'bout me-." "Hey, man, the boys are worried. I don't know what's goin' on with you and your brother, but did you know that Two-Bit wanted to go to Texas to hunt for you."

"Dal, I asked if my brother asked about me-?" "No, he didn't ask about you! So what?! You think my old man gives a hang if I'm, uh, dead in a car wreck or drunk or in jail or somethin'? He doesn't care, but that doesn't bother me none."

You glared down at you shoes, shoving another fry in your mouth.

'Of course he didn't ask. That was a stupid question.'

The more you thought about it, the angrier you got.

'The bastard probably wouldn't even care if I was the one dead instead of Bob. It'd just be one less thing to worry 'bout. Don't even matter that I'm his baby sister or nothin'.'

You felt a hand reach forward and touch your shoulder, giving it a soothing and comforting rub.

'Johnny.'

You almost instantly relaxed, the anger-inducing thoughts suddenly melting away, and leaving you a little bit calmer.

"Can't believe this. I get you a hangout, man, a hideout. Look at this, now you wanna split," Dally grumbled, putting the car in reverse and throwing his hands on the wheel.

"Terrific."

𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆

"(y/n/n), you don't know what a few months in jail can do to you, man," Dally lectured, the four of you now on the back roads of the country, "You get meaner in jail. I just don't wanna see that happen to you like it happened to me, man. You understand?"

"While I'm lovin' the speech, Dally, I just wanchu to know that I've already made up my mind," you stated seriously, "If we stick with the self defense I should be all right."

The man sighed, shaking his head as he took a look out the window, "I dunno, man."

Suddenly, faint sound started to echo through the valley.

A pained one.

It sounded like crying.

"You all hear that?" Johnny asked, eyebrows furrowing as he listened closer.

"Yeah, I hear it," you nodded.

"Me, too," Pony agreed, sticking out his ear.

As the four of you turned the bend, you were met with the image of a burning old building, the smoke staining the sky gray and the cries of the children becoming crystal clear.

Your eyes shot wide, and your hands quickly covered your gasp.

The house was burning with the kids inside.

"What's goin' on?" Johnny asked, confused.

"I wonder how that started," Pony wondered.

Dally sighed, shaking his head as he continued on, "Jesus Christ."

Without a second thought, you jumped out the car, breaking of in a sprint across the field to get to the kids.

"(y/n/n)! Where you goin'?!" Johnny frantically exclaimed,  standing up in his seat.

Pony lifted his leg up, about to get out the car himself, but Dally quickly yolked him up, holding him in place.

"Get over here, man! What're ya doin'?!" Dal called for you.

But it went in one ear and out the other, your mind only focused on getting to that house.

And you had to say, that was probably the fastest you had ever run.

If you had gone any swifter, you probably would've taken flight.

In no time flat, you were there, and it looked like the schoolteacher and some man were in an argument.

"Jerry! Some of the children are missing!" She warned in a frenzy, desperately pulling at his blazer.

"No, they're not, Chris," he dismissed, tending to the hysterical children.

"Look, now, you listen to me! I'm sure of it-!" A blood-curdling scream interrupted her, the sound coming from inside the house.

"(y/n/n), get your ass back over here!" Dally exclaimed, his car pulling up behind you.

And you looked back for a moment, debating whether or not you should mind your damn business.

'What if it was your kid? Your little brother? Your little sister?'

And that thought alone was all the reason you needed, turning around running straight for the side of the building.

"Hey, come back, girl! Don't go near, you'll get hurt!" The man named Jerry shouted at you, which you completely ignored.

Making it to the house, you found a particularly weak area of wood, and began kicking it down with the heel of your shoe, but it was still a little stronger than you'd expected.

"Damn it!" You hissed, kicking even harder.

"(y/n/n)!" Johnny called, running over with a large rock, throwing it into the wall and breaking a hole.

You turned to him, giving him a quick nod of thanks, before the two of you started pulling at the wood, making the hole big enough to enter.

You coughed, a big puff of smoke hitting you straight in the face, but you two pressed on, entering the burning house.

An owl swooped down above you, letting out a loud screech and making you jolt like a wire.

"Man, I hate owls!" You spat, weaving your way through the debris, "Is that guy coming?!"

"No!" Johnny answered, having to shout over the roaring flames.

"How come?! Too scared?!" You smirked, quickly running under a doorway.

"Nah, too fat!" Johnny smiled, the two of you turning the corner to make it to the back of the house, where all of the children were hiding.

"C'mon, kiddos!" You exclaimed, jumping over a fallen roof beam and grabbing one of them.

Johnny grabbed another, tossing the kids over his shoulder, "We'll getcha outta here!"

Just then, Dally broke in a part of the wall with his elbow, sweeping away some stray pieces of wood to open it up.

"Hand over the kids, already! What're you waitin' for?!" He shouted, holding out his arms.

Pony opened up the hole even wider, taking the kid that was on Johnny's shoulder.

You handed over the girl that was in your arms, and picked up the one that was standing next to you, handing her over.

And as Johnny went to grab what looked like the last kid, you heard some more screams.

"Help! I'm over here! I'm in the corner! Help!" A little boy cried.

"I'm coming!" You shouted, turning around and running for the corner.

"(y/n/n)!" Johnny exclaimed, handing off another one of the kids.

"Move it! Get out! Now!" Dally shouted, staring up at the burning roof, which was beginning to collapse.

You covered you mouth and nose with the sleeve of Johnny's jacket, jumping through the flames in the doorway to find the little kid huddled in the corner, terrified, along with two other children on the brink of unconsciousness.

"C'mon, little guy!" You scooped one up, handing him over to Johnny, who just ran in.

Dally and Pony broke in another part of the wall and took the little boy from Johnny, you handing off the little girl.

Johnny picked up the last kid, and just as he was handing her off, you heard a loud and ominous creak.

Snapping your head up to the ceiling, you saw the wood of a flaming roof beam split in half and start to fall.

Johnny being directly on its collision course.

Your eyes went wide, and without even thinking, you pushed him and the little girl out the way, the beam hitting you instead.

"HOLY SHIT!" Dallas exclaimed, catching the girl and handing her off to Pony.

"(Y/N)!" Johnny shouted, the color draining from his face as he quickly scrambled to his feet.

"JOHNNY!" You screamed, the sound of your voice ringing throughout the entire valley, "HELP ME!"

"I'm comin', (y/n/n)! I'm comin'!" Johnny repeated over and over, kicking in more of the wall to reach you.

You back felt like it was boiling, and despite all the screams and the flames, you could still hear the creaking of the roof.

It would collapse any second.

'So this is how I'm goin' to die? Bein' burned to death?'

"I gotchu, baby. I gotchu. Don't chu worry," Johnny assured, scooping you up bridal style and holding you close.

It sounded like he was crying.

"I'm gettin' you out, you hear me? I'm gettin' you out."

You tried to respond, but you couldn't make the words come out.

Your couldn't even open your eyes.

Just as Johnny made it back outside, the entire house collapsed, leaving the three boys to care for you, who was completely unresponsive.

"SOMEONE CALL A DAMN AMBULANCE!" 

𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆

"Rise and shine, buttercup~" Two-Bit teased with a smile, resting his arm on your bedside rail.

You groaned, your eyes fluttering open to see him, Pony, Johnny, and Dally all gathered around your bed, all smiles.

"Two...I could smell you a mile away," you weakly smiled, each one of them letting out their own sigh of relief.

"Yeah, I'm sure you could," he smiled back, almost teary if you squinted.

Everyone was so relieved.

You were out cold for quite some time, and the doctors weren't sure you would come out of it, but sure enough, as stubborn as you are, you proved everyone wrong.

"Y'all all right?" You asked, sincerely, as you turned to face the three that were with you, "I'm real sorry. I hope you're not off too bad."

"Quit apologizin'," Dally scoffed, taking a hit from his cigarette, one of the many he won from his bet with Two-Bit, "Me and Pony only came out with a couple scratches."

He quickly caught himself, "But you pull a stunt like that again and I'll kill you."

You let out a quiet laugh, "Wouldn't dream of it."

Suddenly, you felt something warm take your hand, and you turned to see it was Johnny, who looked like he was on the verge of tears himself.

But he kept his face hard...for the boys, of course.

"You okay, Johnnycake?" You asked, looking up at him nervously.

"Oh, I'm all right. Just a little burn on my hand," he assured, trying to pull his hand away before you could see.

But you tightened your hold, inspecting closer to see a dark red splotch on the back of it, the skin around it slightly wrinkled and painful looking.

"It looks worse than it feels, honest."

You looked to him, a saddened look on your face, "You sure?"

His stomach buzzed and he nearly turned to putty.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Don't worry," he smiled.

"You were the one that got the worst outta us," Pony chimed, "But the doctor said you've gotta be the luckiest patient he's ever seen."

You cocked a brow, "Lucky?"

"Yes sir, he said that most in your position woulda been paralyzed for life, but you made it out with just a couple a burns on your back," Two-Bit stated proudly, "Said that you'd be back on your feet in no time."

"That's Nails for ya," Dally smirked, taking another hit, "Crazy, man."

You grinned, your smile completely brightening up the room, "That's great!"

"Not only that, but we made the paper," Pony added, tossing you the newspaper.

You caught it, unfolding it to reveal your pictures large and in charge on the front page.

"Hoodlums to Heroes?" You scoffed in disbelief, reading the title, "Surprised they ain't got Wanted: Dead or Alive under my name."

"Nah, they don't haul in heroes," Two joked, sitting himself down at the foot of the bed.

"The station ran with the whole self-defense thing Cherry spewed, so the three of you are pretty much off scott-free," Dally explained, "Who knew your little plan would actually work?"

"I did," you smirked, tossing back the paper to Pony and throwing your legs over the side of the bed, "And now that I'm right as rain, I'll have no problem in the rumble tonight."

"Woah, woah, woah, you're not goin' to that rumble," Johnny stepped in front of you, lifting your legs back in bed, "You just woke up, you're not fit enough to fight."

"Says who?" You scoffed, "I feel brand new, Johnnycake. I can take a lil' rumble."

"The doc says that while you're recovery's gonna be pretty quick, the meds is gonna make the pain come in fits and stops," Two sighed, hanging his head, "I might have to side with Johnny on this one. It's just not safe."

"(y/n)?" The nurse called, walking into the room.

She moved past the boys so she could stand next to you, taking your hand in hers, "(y/n), your brother is here to see you."

Your eyes lit up, if only for a moment, before you were quickly reminded of all that he'd done, and your face fell.

"Now he wants to see me? After I nearly burned to death?" You scoffed, furrowing your eyebrows, "Tell 'im to get lost. I don't wanna see him."

The woman looked surprised, but the rest of the gang knew good and well to stay out affairs with you and your brother, the four of them resorting to looking around the room, whistling.

"It's your brother, (y/n)," the nurse tried to reason.

"Yeah, I know it's him! And you can tell him to take his ass out and go roof some houses or somethin'! I don't wanna see him," you crossed your arms, not moving an inch.

"Fellas, out," a familiar voice suddenly ordered, stepping into the room.

You rolled your eyes as everyone turned to see your big brother standing right there, in the flesh.

It had been a while since some of the boys had seen him, and they could say without a doubt that he had gotten tougher.

He was built like Darry, sure, but a little bit more burly. His arms were big like Steve's, and he loved showing them off in his favorite white wife-beater.

And the most notable trait of them all, he looked so much like you that people often mistook him for your father.

The boys told you their goodbyes, and said their hellos to (b/n), before finally heading out the room, the nurse quickly following them as well.

"How many times have I told you, Mr. Winston?! You are not allowed to smoke on hospital grounds!" She scolded on her way out.

"I don't wanna talk to you," you huffed, keeping your arms and your face cross.

"Well, that's too bad 'cause I wanna talk to you. So you're gonna stop bein' a baby an' listen," he dismissed, walking up to your bedside.

"I'm being a baby?" You scoffed, "(b/n/n), this is the first time I'm seeing you in three weeks! Is me gettin' barbecued the only way for you to wanna see me anymore?!"

"That's not how it is an' you know it!" He fired back, "I have bills to pay, (y/n/n)! Someone's gotta be the adult around here."

"That's why I took up the job at the DX, idiot! I contribute money to the bills, too!" You exclaimed.

"An' I never use it! I put it off to the side for you! So you can have somethin' to getchu started when you're my age," he scoffed, running a hand through his hair.

You were taken aback.

All this time you've been giving him money, and he's been saving it for you? Putting it off to the side?

"Why?" You asked, confused.

"'Cause I'm the man of the house, (y/n/n). Bills an' stuff should be my responsibility, not yours," he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "I shouldn't even be lettin' you work. You're still a kid."

"I'm seventeen," you cocked a brow.

"That's a kid to me," he dismissed.

"You're only four years older?!"

"You're still my baby sister!"

"But I'm not a baby anymore!"

"I'll always see you that way!"

"I don't understand why you won't just let me help-!" "'CAUSE YOU SHOULDN'T BE HELPIN'!"

You shut your trap, surprised by your brother's outburst.

"You shouldn't be helpin'," he sighed, sitting down next to you and taking your hand.

"When mom and dad were around, all they did was make me help. Chores, jobs, cookin'," he started, "An' I hated it. I hated it so much that when they left an' I realized that that's all I would be doin', I nearly killed myself."

He turned to you with a watery smile, tears welling up in his eyes.

"But then I remembered you, and all of a sudden, I had a new purpose. I wanted to make your life better than I ever had. I wanted you to be able to do kid things and not hafta worry 'bout bills or work or nothin' like that," he cupped your cheek, brushing a stray piece of hair out your face, "I wanted you to stay the little tomboy that was always on my heels, always tryna hang with the guys. An' if that meant workin' a little harder, an' not seein' you as much, then I was willin' to make that sacrifice."

You sighed, and gave him a warm smile, taking his hand from your cheek and holding it tightly in yours.

"(b/n/n), I've had a wonderful childhood 'cause of you, and those years will always be somethin' I hold dear," you started, looking at him sincerely, "But we are in this together, and I have no problem helpin' you out with some of the bills. I enjoy my job at the DX so much, it's barely work. I get to fix engines, change oil, and beat up Steve everyday."

He chuckled, which made you smile go even wider.

"I'm thankful for all that you've done for me, but now it's my turn to help, okay? You keep workin' like this and you'll look sixty by the time you're thirty," you snickered.

He sighed, finally caving, "All right. I'll only take your check every other week, an' no more."

"I'll take it," you smiled, giving him a peck on the cheek, "Anyways, you goin' to the rumble tonight?"

"Yeah, Darry asked me to show out and help. It sounds like the Socs are bringin' an army or somethin'," he nodded, standing up and stretching.

"Sounds like y'all could use the help~" You cooed.

"No," he quickly shut down, his face turning serious, "I see you there and I'll wring your neck myself."

You groaned, throwing your head back into the pillow, "C'mon, man! This is the first rumble in months!"

"The answer is no. You're stayin' here and gettin' some rest, that's final," he stated, walking towards the exit, "Love you."

And with that, he left the room, leaving you in the stuffy, stale-smelling hospital by yourself.

'If they think I'm stayin' here, they got another thing comin'.'

𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆

#johnnycake #johnny cade x reader #johnny cade #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders

[ultimateplaylistmaker]

Fuck it, sure

Clowning is complicated so for this we're going to talk about the two 'main' pairs which is Whiteface + Auguste and Pierrot + Harlequin

Obvious point first is the whiteface title has literally nothing to do with race, it's just a full face of White paint basically. Whiteface clowns from my research when they're in a skit tend to be the person in charge with some dastardly scheme, their minion, the auguste, will attempt to follow the commands of the whiteface, only for it to end in hilarious mayhem from either intentional sabotage or just general fucking up. This is super easy to apply to Kokichi and Gonta, Kokichi makes the commands and the decisions and then Gonta fucks it up to intense comedy, or in the case of trial 4, intense tragedy. Often to Kokichi's detriment. The entire meet and greet is basically a whiteface and auguste skit.

There are two types of main whiteface, the classic which is more sophisticated and intelligent, and the grotesque which is more comedic and dramatic. Technically Kokichi could work as the auguste to a character like Tsumugi, however, Kokichi fucking hates anyone having power over him so any clown role that takes on a servant role is just a bad fit for him. There is also the contra-auguste, which serves as the middle ground between auguste and whiteface, but thats not always a feature. Kiibo could make a decent contra-auguste I feel

Then there is the Pierrot and the Harlequin. These two are in constant feud, often over a character called the Columbine. Now theres a lot of sexism here but the basic of the Columbine is usually both the Pierrot and the Harlequin want her for some reason. Usually the only braincell on stage, she often uses a flirty nature to get what she wants. She also tends to be married to the Pierrot but is a mistress to the Harlequin. The relationship between the harlequin and columbine can vary drastically, sometimes they are close friends, while sometimes the columbine will actively disguise herself to trick or avoid the harlequin.

The harlequin and Pierrot are OPPOSITES, the harlequin is a romantic dramatic tricky hero, while the Pierrot is a bit of a depressed, stern, and pining, who tends to lose to the harlequin. The Pierrot is often dressed in white, with loose clothing and buttons, which is why so many Kokichi clown art reminds me of the Pierrot. Meanwhile the Harlequin will have either a checkered theme or a night sky theme. The harlequin tends to be rather tricky and nimble, being given a lot of traits from an old devil character from old plays, and similar to the auguste is a servant character. Which is why I tend to lean kokichi more Whiteface despite him sharing more physical qualities with the harlequin, though if pushed into the Harlequin role he definitely could do this part.

If I was to compare this trio to anyone in game my first instinct is to make Himiko the Columbine, Angie the Harlequin, and Tenko the Pierrot, though it doesnt fit neatly because tenko is very optimistic and positive which isn't very pierrot though she is very serious when she focuses on something important which could work. It's as close as I can get off the top of my head at least.

I do think it's interesting that Kokichi's general aesthetic is like a strange combination of Pierrot and Harlequin though, like he's a single person trying to do an entire routine by himself. I'm sure someone could make something out of that, but this is all information I got from frantic googling like a month ago so who knows maybe I've completely misunderstood this do your own research if you want more.

#ndrv3 #musings from the music manager #clowns #i guess #tenko chabishira #himiko yumeno #kokichi ouma #gonta gokuhara #kiibo #angie yonaga #meta

[liz-allyn]

how can I get my fics to get attention like yours do? working your ass off and then getting 20 notes sucks. and I’m trying to become a better writer and honestly crave the validation like you get from your followers. hopefully you’ll see this! Obsessed with S&V

Hi my fellow 🖋️!

Thank you so much for your comment, and thank you for thinking so highly of me!

answers for fic writers after the cut

So honestly? I don't know how to get followers. This blog has been running since 2021, and I only started writing fic < 1 year ago. I've become so much more well known (ha) in the TASM fandom because I've hung out here a long time. I don't have a secret to engagement or understand how tumblr 'works' that well (ie the algorithm that social media sites use to decide what to put in front of you). There are still people I freakin' worship on this site who don't interact with my fics at all, haha. AND flip side, some of the best writers I've ever seen are on here and their fics have less than 100 notes. I have learned that persistently I'll look over into other peoples' yards and be like "fuck. how did they get 4K followers?" or like "wow, she just posted this yesterday and it has over 1k notes."

as for working your ass off and getting 20 notes—CAN CONFIRM: that sucks. some fics I wrote for fun. some fics I wrote for the creative challenge. but pretty much on all of them I've left a little piece of me, of my soul and the lessons i've learned in my meandering partial journey. blood on the keyboard. and those fics? the really great ones (or ones just as good as sugar and vice)? they still don't have many notes.

But I will acknowledge that my following dramatically increased when I started posting S&V. I think I had ~900 and that blew up to 1.5k. There are a few factors in this:

Always post fics with fic art (with gifs! if possible) - This is the number one thing that draws me to read fic. I like art that looks cool. I also have been playing around with Canva Pro for 3-4 years (it's my fav) and I'm animation-adjacent as a day job, so pushing myself to think about graphic design has been really good for me. I find it fun to come up with a whole aesthetic for your story, whether it's a mood board or a color scheme (I usually have 'branding' on the brain). If you don't want to play with fic art, at least find an appropriate gif. Use the actor's face. I also think the gif search on Tumblr sucks balls but it's really worth it to have the right gif.

Pay attention to the hashtags of other popular fics in your fandom - when I started paying attention to notes, this was the best advice. I was using all kinds of tags that made sense to me, but weren't effective. In the web version of Tumblr, I can search for a tag and see how many followers it has. It's significant if #peter parker x reader has way more followers than #tasm!peter x reader. Also trends come and go, tumblr has their hotboy of the month and it rotates. there have been months were TASM Peter was non-existent in the last year, and months where we're getting *fed*. Pro tip with tags: I have a separate Google Doc with a list of hashtags that I copy and paste to save time. After a while, you should try reblogging with different hashtags

Use a spelling or grammar checker - I'm not a grammar fac*st but if I open a fic and everything is misspelled, almost no punctuation is used, and I have to work really hard to understand your story, then it's not going to go far. (With respect to writers who post work in English, and it's their second language). I never pay much attention to the occasional misspelling or grammar mistake, but when it looks like you sent your fic via text message or tinder chat, I just can't. I personally use Grammarly, but I also hate it and think it's buggy and overpriced. If anyone else has a better option that works with Google Docs, let me know!

Never write your fics in Tumblr's post editor. That has nothing to do with engagement but that shit is buggy as hell.

Avoid putting too much text up front before the fic. I put author's notes at the end. I try to keep summaries short. I try to focus on what someone absolutely needs to know to understand this fic, and I *mostly* try to avoid apologizing to the reader ahead of time for what they're about to read, for it being too long, for it being weird, bleh bleh bleh

If you're writing a series, make people reblog to be tagged. I've seen lots of people do taglists and then they give up because it's a pain to manage (and it is), plus you have a bunch of people that go "add me to the taglist!" or "next part, when?" and they didn't even reblog what you've already written. I think that's been one of the really big factors behind S&V's success

Make navigation as easy as possible - this is web design 101 (which I flunked repeatedly), but a masterlist is good to have. If you're in a series, a link back to the previous chapter + next chapter is good to have, I've also recently started putting a link back to the masterlist. people that know more things about stuff than me told me that you want to make things as simple as possible for viewers to get from one page to another. (that's why youtube links are shit on tumblr, even videos are meh, but GIFs work so well and attract so much attention). this is a visual site, so big images or headings or links with color help to draw the eye's attention.

Write what you want to write. Because you really need to gain enjoyment from writing, and it should never feel like you're a content factory. Do this 9 out of 10 times. The 10th time, write what people want to read. My first mob fic was These Violet Delights which I thought was so smart, and I was so proud of, and I planned this whole series out for. But also I tag things accurately, and some people (even my moots) are uncomfortable reading about those topics. Then when I started S&V I was extremely self-critical because I didn't want to write something filled with tropes and cliches. And then I sort of got off my soapbox and let S&V be its own thing, full of tropes and cliches, because they're popular for a reason, and they're fun to read, and it's okay to have candy for dinner every once in a while. And I've been able to pivot my plans and create something I'm pretty proud of.

It does help to stay consistent in the fandom you're writing for. Either by writing or reblogging other writers. Just don't make yourself feel like you're a slave to Tumblr and you must stay active at all times f o r e n g a g e m e n t. Everyone should take breaks when they need to.

Don't listen to my advice because no one knows how to hack tumblr. There are some posts that have sooooo many notes and I'm like 'why?' Meanwhile, my heart's been ripped open in LED pixels on screen and sometimes it passes by.

I hope that this was useful! And if not, I'm sorry for the long post. I look forward to reading your fic (whoever you are), and feel free to tag me when you write your next thing!

💜

#on writing #writing advice #fanfiction #fanfic advice #peter parker fanfiction #tasm fanfiction #writing #writers on tumblr

[tickle-mi-chan]

100% true story of my first tickle (Original Content)

So this is the story of my first introduction to tickling from a ler, my Sir, a man here on tumblr 😊

I'm very shy about posting this.

Hope you enjoy.

What's Behind Door 1506?

We hit it off intellectually at first. I met him on the whisper app about something unrelated and we started chatting, innocently to start, about real life issues and thoughts.

After a while we discover shared ideas, kinks and complementary traits. He's a Dom and I'm a sub. He's into restraints and tickles, and I'm into being restrained... The tickling, I didn't know anything about. But I know he's only in town for a few days.

I never knew tickling was a kink but it makes total sense when I think about it. So I'm intrigued and I decide I have to give it a try. He's deprived of it so my sub side wants to give it to him and just hope I don't hate it. In this new lingo I've since learned, he's a switch but can ler and is naturally dominant and leading.

We make plans to meet in his hotel. We discuss logistics - can I get to your room without a key? Is the hotel entrance guarded? We decide to go fully anonymous... No names, no faces... so once I get to there, he voice messages me and talks me through the casino, to which floor, etc.

We hang up and I take the elevator to his floor. I walk to his room, which is darkened and the door left cracked open. I paused in front of the door before going in. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and walked in. He immediately came up behind me, placed a pillowcase over my face and pushed me deeper into the room.

I dropped my bag to my side as he held me by my wrists behind my back. I'm 5'5" and he's much larger than me, over a foot taller. He's very strong and, using more authority and control than violent force, he leads me next to the bed. I'm wearing jean shorts, a blue shirt and white checkered shirt and white sneakers.

We're standing, him behind me, and I'm already breathing hard with anticipation. He swiftly and in one motion pulls my shorts off and nudges me forward so I'm kneeling on an ottoman. He pushes and guides me down as I go face-first onto the bed.

My ass in the air, he bound my wrists behind my back with rope. I've wanted to be bound with ropes since I was a teenager and I'm elated to struggle against them. He pulls my shoes and socks off and tickles my feet at first, and I'm kicking and trying to get away from the intensity of the sensations from his fingertips. I'm so sensitive that event he gentlest grazes send shivers through me. He uses pressure to torture the soles... it's a painful pleasure and I've never had anyone do this before. He uses the hair brush I though I was so smart to bring, just in case.

He eventually lets go of my feet and I'm there, blindfolded and don't know what's he's doing next. Then I feel his strong hands on my sides, my first tickle and I'm dying. I'm bucking and giggling and moaning and struggling against my restraints.

I'm in fucking ecstasy.

And as quickly as he grabs me, his hands are gone... I'm sweating, I'm catching my breath, I'm so anxious about where his hands will go next. He's standing behind me and reaches out to rub my ass and pussy. I'm so turned on by his touch, this big man I don't know, this strong stranger whose control I'm under. I'm so wet, I'm soaking through my panties.

After a teasing rub, he grabs my panties and cuts them open, completely exposing me, and then his hands and fingers start exploring and rubbing my clit. I'm very vocal but he told me not to be, not with the thin hotel walls, so I'm struggling to stay quiet. My face is in the mattress and I'm moaning and whimpering as little as I can tolerate.

He rubs along my slippery wet lips and circles my clit. It feels so good and my body tenses up with his touch. His fingers enter me and he fucks me with his hands, my tight pussy pulsing as the pleasure overwhelms me.

But he's doing what he wants, that becomes clear. He's just playing with my body to watch me, to control me, to own my pleasure. And when he wants to, he stops playing with my pussy. I'm quiet and subdued for a moment, like a kitten, and then I feel his fingers start to walk along my body.

From my thighs, grazing my ass, and then finger-stepping up my hips... I gasp and my pupils dilate in anticipation as he tickles my sides again, this time more forcefully and sustained.

I'm completely losing my mind over the sensations but I love love love the feeling of being so helpless, of his power and strength and how little it takes him to control me.

I can't see him, I can't hear him, I can't touch him. But I can sense that he's pleased with me. I can sense his smirk.

I try to stay as quiet as I can, as he wishes, but I can't help myself as giggles and moans and gasps escape me.

I'm giggling like giggle fits, but also with whimpers.... I've never experienced this, the alternating sense of torture and pleasure and fun and joyful glee. I'm completely entranced and lost in the moment, but my entire body is electrified, every nerve-ending and goose-bump anxious about where his touch will be next.

In between tickles, he plays with me again.

This time, he has toys.

This is where I have to break narrative to explain that I'm telling you the things as recall them, as I can remember.

I was so lost in the feeling, in the pleasure, in the scene. I don't remember the exact order things happened. It's all flashbacks and echoes of pleasure and sensations.

By the time he's got toys out, I'm just a panting, gasping, whimpering, hot and sweaty lump of flesh. You know those sex drunk anime girls with the crossed eyes and tongue sticking out? I imagine I looked like that.

He uses the magic wand on my clit. It's already powerful and he turns it up to a high setting, my back arches and I'm shuddering as the intense vibrations course through me, my feet pointed to the ceiling, my toes curling.

He lubes me but I'm so wet I don't actually need it. He fucks my pussy with a dildo, sometimes putting the wand back on my clit, sometimes taking it away. At his whims, he's changing the toys, sometimes fucking my pussy, sometimes rubbing my clit, and then he's rubbing my ass with his finger. It tickles and I'm giggling and shaking. Then he fingers my ass with one hand and rubs my clit and pussy with the other. I'm basically being held from the inside. This, using my holes and getting my whimpers and giggles and moans and cries, this goes on and on and I am in love with every second of it.

And then, he stops. Time's up. He has to go. He takes and toys and his hands away and play is ending...

And I'm a sub, I'm a good girl, I don't make demands or requests...

...but I had to ask.

"Can I please ask a favor?"

"What is it?" he asked, curiously.

"Can I have one more tickle, Sir?"

He chuckled. I could hear this happiness and he gave it to me, giving me one more high to ride.

Afterwards, he led my still-blindfolded, jello-y self into the bathroom with my clothes and stuff. I got dressed, used the hairbrush I was so smart to bring along. I took a couple of deep breaths and I walked out the door, without ever seeing him or him seeing me.

POSTSCRIPT: You might've caught that I went from pillowcase over the face to blindfolded. What happened in reality was edited out for storytelling purposes but deserves to be addressed. While we did take risks in our meeting, when we discussed "logistics", it of course included discussions about limits and safe words and all that good stuff. One of the things we'd agreed to trying stuffing clean socks in my mouth, covering my face with a pillowcase and then loosely securing the pillowcase around my face and neck. I liked this idea better than the blindfold at first, but very soon after I was bound, I found that the heat of my quickened breath in the pillowcase was stifling and I was fast-approaching a sense of panic. I said wait wait wait and threw out a "yellow" signifying that I needed something. This gentle giant immediately helped me, getting me air before my panic started to rise. He quickly got me free but somehow without exposing my face, so I was blindfolded for the rest of the session. He was careful to make sure I was okay, that I was calmed, that I felt safe and secure and wanted to keep going. I couldn't wait.

[minuy600]

The Arcade Games Of 1980 #9 - Crazy Climber

Now, I was originally to put my Checkers review here, but today, something amazing happened. I beat one of the bullshittiest unfair games there is in all of gaming. At least so far. So that's what we're gonna discuss while it's still fresh on my mind.

Whereas Rally-X was the game I hated to like, I *really* like to hate this one. In the game, you climb with some dude who looks like 18-Volt from WarioWare and have to avoid all kinds of obstacles to get to the top of 4 buildings total. The first 3 stages all introduce some extra mechanic that's increasingly hard to avoid, while the 4th and final stage before looping is more or less a 'worst of' with the obstacles they chose.

Stage 1 introduces closing windows, the bird who seems to have a particularly bad case of stomach trouble, the dudes who throw flower pots on your head and a very odd looking King Kong knockoff. Stage 2 adds girders into the mix, my worst enemy, as well as these 'helpful' balloons that barely bring you further in the stage, and a Nichibutsu sign that goes effin' wild and can electrocute you if you're exposed to it's loose wires for too long. Stage 3 has one new addition in the falling signs that conveniently tell you what game you're playing. They can be placed in even more evil ways than the girders and become completely unavoidable at very final stretch of the final stage. See what I mean with unfair?

Nichibutsu decided to be additionally clever by introducting a completely new control scheme to coincide with this new genre of game. You control each arm of your climber guy individually and that means you have to push the joysticks in their right directions so you can go up another floor. It's shaky in execution as i've had several of my inputs taken away, but I much prefer it over having the same old same old done poorly.

If there's any game I wanna compare this to, it's Getting Over It. Extremely frustrating whilst also giving you significant reasons to come back to it to see if the odds play into your favor THIS time. And so I did. For several weeks. I'm done now and I did it legit. That's worth taking to my grave.

The Verdict

Graphics (9): Extremely good for the time. The climbing genre appears to be a completely new concept in gaming and would rarely be revisited later. Ya got a large variety in enemies that all look significantly more detailed than most other games, and ooze personality even if there's not something in the way of named characters. The helicopter, the balloon, even the climber himself, it's all of the utmost quality one can ask for. With the exception of the crazy ape, he's creeping me out with his red eyes and scrungly face. Donkey Kong he ain't. Aside from some minor graphical glitches and the title screen being very whatever, this is close to the peak as to what you can expect from a 1980 title.

Sound (7): One look at the developer would scare the shit out of anyone in the know. Nichibutsu, or Nihon Bussan as it was still called at the time, broke my hearing with their last outing, Moon Cresta. Sincerely awful, droning, weirdly pitched sounds were what held the game back from taking the glove to Space Invaders. But there was potential in that it was very varied in it's awfulness. And that potential gets utilised here! Mostly.

Most events of the game have their own little jingle or noise to coincide with their appearance. The animals and balloon have music, there's a tune at the start and end of each stage. These are actually great, how they managed to get the Pink Panther theme for the ape, I wouldn't know. The climber himself has a handful of voice clips that differ depending on when you're playing the US version or the original. As i've mentioned in the King & Balloon review, neither version is intrusive in the slightest with them. In fact, all of this combined makes me feel i'm playing a 30s cartoon. Kinda awesome!

What isn't awesome are the final remains of the Nichibutsu earsplitters. The girders drop down with quite possibly the WORST choice of sound effect they could've done. It's the type of cartoony shit you'd expect, ya know, something that lowers in pitch as it goes, only it's pitched SO highly and repeats itself SO frequently that it cracks the praise i've otherwise had in half. I can't ignore it either, these girders are *everywhere* from the second stage onwards. You were so close to making the perfect audiovisual experience, guys!

Fun Factor (6): Speaking of girders... fuck 'em in general. And fuck the Crazy Climber sign as well while we're at it. If flower pots sometimes not allowing you to keep balance by holding down on the joysticks wasn't enough, neither of these allow you to survive in general unless you get very lucky with the former. There's also the windows that conveniently seem to shut down in front of you on the thinner parts of the building. You have to anxiously wait for those to open, while there's always a chance the window you're hanging onto closes as well.

No, this game is not for the impatient. Yet still! I can't help myself with continually trying over and over again. It's THRILLING alright. First game in a while that got me sincerely anxious and determined to pull through and stick it to the man. Figuring out a new strat or sidestepping just a little bit faster so I would have more lives remaining at the later death traps, it's that kinda trial and error that would make arcade games increasingly awesome. Lastly, it helps that the game is nice enough to remove the next few floors worth of traps if you die, meaning you are rarely ever completely blocked from progressing. I am not gonna give a high score for obvious reasons, but I can't help myself with letting it get a pass. It sets a very intriguing precedent.

Longevity (7): 4 stages is not a lot, yet they're gruelling and lengthy enough that it feels like a substantial game for the time. More disappointingly(!), once you beat them, the game essentially resets with your data still intact. There's no reason to play past that point unless you wanna max out the score or somethin'. Please do not attempt that. I would've enjoyed a nod that you did so well to come that far by tweaking the existing stages juuuust a tad. Then again, it would've made my victory feel a lot more hollow. Maybe it's for the best not to let this experience drag more.

In Conclusion

#retro gaming #minuy600 #review #sona #arcade #1980 #crazy climber #nichibutsu

[dark9896]

Day 31-3 [Dog/ Lucky/ Daniel]

Prompt: "You know what you have to do..."

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Dog

"Oh no, not this..." Dog was blowing this whole game way out of proportion... again, "Anything but that!"

You sighed, "You know what you have to do, sug. Your turn wouldn't be over with until afterwards."

"There has to be another move!" He frowned, "One where I don't clean half your pieces."

Every. Single. Time you two played checkers or chess this happened. Heck, any competitive game where you couldn't be on the same side was like this. All because your sweetheart of a lover didn't like being 'mean' whilst spending time with you.

And every single time, you had to remind his dorky butt that it was just a game. That it was meant to be fun, not taken seriously.

"Sug, there really isn't another move." You half chuckled, "Not a quote unquote legal one at least."

Dog looked like a cartoon character with those big puppy eyes and a slightly poked-out lip. Fawk! He was adorable and sad all at once. It took all your willpower to not laugh at just how cute he was. But, that was the game.

Looking completely defeated, Dog moved his chip across the board, gently making the clicking noises. All you could do was shake your head in a bemused way, he was acting like he was declaring war or something.

"King me..."

You put the chip on his piece then nearly mirrored his own move, claiming several pieces that had lined up perfectly.

"There, now we're even." You said, "It isn't the end of the world to win a game of checkers against me, sug."

Dog would strongly disagree, but his mood did improve a little with you leveling the playing field.

Lucky

How could you have been so very careless? Now here you were, strapped to a cross and slowly going insane. You had devoted your life to hunting and fighting these monsters and now you were one of them. What would your lover think?

You honestly couldn't say. He was an eccentric man after all, Blitz would probably want to ask a hundred questions before someone sealed you away.

The sudden brightness of the door opening cut through your thoughts quickly. A familiar-sounding footstep pattern approaching the post you were currently bound to.

"[Name]..." Yep, it was Lucky alright, "What? How? You were the operative that had been captured? But..."

"I'm sorry honey." You muttered, "But you know what you have to do. I... I don't want to live as a monster."

"Sweetie, no" He looked you in the eye, not even phased that they were blood red, "That's exactly why you could live. There are peaceful blood breeds. We could take the necessary steps to get whatever you need to..."

"Blitz, no." You wanted to cry so very badly, "I'm not going to be able to live like that. It isn't a life I want to deal with. Just... please. Seal me away and get this over with."

Blitz looked up at your bare body. Taking in how pale you were now, how the fangs looked peeking out from your upper lip, that pained expression across your face. After a pregnant pause and a deep sigh...

"Alright, sweetheart." He nodded, "I'll call for back up and we'll get this all fixed. I love you."

"I love you too."

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Daniel

"What kind of lousy, ego-tripping, puffed maniacal-"

"Can you please shut up so I can figure out how to escape?" You turned to Daniel, frustrated to hell and back, "Unless you want to stay locked in this box longer."

He begrudgingly shut up, a half frown across his face. To be honest, Daniel probably should have listened to you. Or at least given you the common courtesy of trusting you. He still had deep feelings for you, and he hated it.

Mostly because he couldn't tell if you still felt the same way about him.

You however, were just annoyed at the current situation. Having long since accepted that Daniel just needed time to figure himself out and knowing how difficult it must be to have a lover in Libra. Especially given his job as a police officer and just how much strain that would put on any relationship.

There wasn't a door to be seen though. Even after a close inspection of the wall that you could have sworn you were thrown in through. It left you worried about the possibility of being a target on someone's list and getting Daniel caught in the middle of it. Another huge motivator for why you were okay with just splitting up without a fuss.

"I take it you can't figure it out then?" Daniel huffed, "Great, just great. Locked in a box with my ex and--"

You groaned, "You don't ever shut up, do you? Always moaning and groaning about everything being unfair just because it isn't the way you want life to work out."

"Hey!"

"No!" You stamped your foot, turning to him, "I'm going to say what's on my mind. You broke up with me simply because I'm a Libra operative. No regard for how I might feel about the situation or anything like that. it all happened because you didn't want to 'fraternize with the enemy' or something stupid like that. We were always on the same side Danny!"

As badly as he wanted to argue, Daniel held his tongue with a bitter groan. He knew how his decision probably looked from your end. Given just how many secrets and lies had come to light that night. But he...

"And just when things started actually seeming okay, this happens." You huffed, "The one thing I was trying to avoid. The one thing that made the break up seem like a necessary sacrifice instead of a great tragic heartache."

"Wait, what?" Daniel finally managed to look at your face, the upset look didn't sit right with him, "You didn't want to break up, but you still let it happen?"

"Of course I didn't want to break things off." You sighed, "But you kept accusing me of lying and... I know how dangerous it is to be involved with a Libra operative so... I did what I thought was right, what should have protected you from situations like this and..."

"Pie..."

You looked up, a single tear threatening to fall, "But that doesn't matter now. We're stuck in here with no means of..."

You leaned down, finally having spotted the seal on the room. Daniel hated having to admit how he felt about you, even after all the time spent apart. He still loved you.

"Well, this is awkward." You pinched the bridge of your nose, "The seal is designed so that we can't leave until we kiss."

"Then you know what you have to do, right?" Daniel sheepishly opened his arms despite having the same bravado in his voice, "I mean, I still want to. If you don't mind being with this tired, old, arrogant jerk-wad."

"We'll see how we feel after we're no longer trapped in this box." You allowed yourself to return to the comfortable position between Daniel's arms, "Assuming you don't mind that I am a Libra operative."

#bbb #kekkai sensen #kkss #blood blockade battlefront #dog hummer #blitz t abrams #daniel law #angstuary 2023

[the-firebird69]

So the fooling around I'm playing with the computer and they think they're going to win something I'm tracing down their AI and their big super computers which are crap but it still work so we're going to take them down but they do is they still computers and they stick them together so they don't work that great and we have a whole bunch of them too and we're going after tons of them today and tonight it's been ongoing and we use this device and then Tumblr as a baiting system and it worked great. I'm going to destroy the rest of you John reamallord and you as well you don't have a chance you're such an idiot. She got really a long time ago but boy did this work great because of you. And we're going to detail it too tonight I'm going to show people what you did wrong and show them you keep doing it wrong cuz you're an idiot. As we're saying this letter details exactly what you were doing at least some things out like coordination with our teams and a large bunch of code and all they have to do is connect the dots and it shows your code and it shows some of what you're saying and you're like tempting them and they're going after you anyways. And they didn't say it much and you're getting slaughtered the stuff doesn't work and you keep doing it and we're not concerned about the AI you don't have it and we have it according to off and we know what happens and you can't program anyways and it's been free anyways so what's your point it's stronger without you so whole team of them and we're taking them down slowly I don't care either cuz they're stupid they want to be the last one. But this letter is incriminating so they met today and you guys covered the thing and you didn't see what happened because you think it would lessen the blow but really it did what we needed and focused it on max and they needed it and they heard it and they're acting and you're a bunch of losers you're complete crap as people go and you're mean and you're loud and you're gross and you disgusting and really your pigs. So we're going to get ready too they're in the meeting and they're reading it and they're looking at it and the saying did he just send this and it was said a few times a questioned when it was sent and did he compile it and it shows him in a video compiling it and it's grabbing pictures and he's writing notes he's having had it typed up even typed himself he's a bum. And the people typing it confessed because they are questioned they are brought in and questions and they put it APB on in a warrant for his arrest and immediate apprehension is a wanted man he's going to Los Angeles I wanted man. And he is the black guy and he was here today as the black guy and everybody knows it's going to be out there cuz he told everybody cuz he's a moron he doesn't have that many people left because bja is attacking him and he's going to be dead soon and he says he can beat up all these bjA, well we know about it and you're a loser. So he thinks he has the AI but he has to go to Memphis maybe Dave slipped him and Mickey probably. And people want to know because sometimes the Mickey is attached to the real thing. But our friend is probably correct he was a separate program to try and kick everyone's ass and to mislead everybody and to hide the original and Joel would be the person perfect victim for the job cuz he's an idiot and he's so arrogant and insulin that it would work and it did without my checker we found it a whole bunch of times and our son said it and Joel Watts hates them for it and doesn't get it it's his problem not our sons so he wants to get into it and talk about it and it pisses us off and everybody else to start whaling on you we need to because of what you talk to Dave about and what he's doing to you. We need to interrogate you and kill you and put a new brain in. So we can get rid of you trying to read my Lord you and your soft smoking s*** are hard-spoken s*** and this letter incriminated you here's what they did since you're such a f****** loser and can't remember:

*the January 6th committee issued a global warrant for your arrest John remillard AKA Donald s Trump it is binding and it applies to all United States agents of any agency if they see you they are required to report that you are there in the vicinity if they do not report it they are going to be unsuspension and under investigation

*the warrants are for your arrest and apprehension only you are to be held wherever they grab you and you are to call immediately for a further instructions and that's what they say to theirs and anybody else as a matter of fact all races do it applies to now sunset is right here and he just left 20 minutes ago and I wasn't aware of the warrant but I'm not a law enforcement officer and they say that's okay we knew it was there and we're trying to go after him his came in and we slaughtered them and he says good

*the issued an APB and it's global and they sent it to all police units globally and wanted him and his removed from police everywhere immediately and the rank and the badges stripped and everything about them taken away and it worked and today you saw them with a kangaroo court and they want to bring our son into and we arrested those people including BG and he was b******* he said and we said we don't care and we interrogated them they had several things to say lots of stuff about her son and we said we're penalizing you now and taking their things and getting rid of them and they kept on doing it and we kept penalizing them and it goes on and on with their idiocy they don't know how to drive they don't know how to talk so this APB is global goes to every single police unit on Earth it goes to swat especially units detectives internal affairs everybody they're all to arrest Donald Trump and his

*they let the public know on the air that he's a wanted man and is not to be supported or spoken to or assisted and his people are also wanted and should the public see him there to report it to law enforcement immediately he's a known terrorist and they're going to announce that he's a terrorist later on tonight

*they told bja that he's on notice because he has a similar attitude and they don't like it what he's doing is trying to harm people no matter what and trying to rig things so later on this afternoon they issued the same thing on him these people here are wanted globally and they are applying themselves to get them out of here huge huge units or dispatch this morning to remove them from Florida and all they're saying is your people are wrong and you're not supposed to be here and we don't want you here

Those are the messages sent today on these idiots and they're fired from every job they have that Max owned and every government job that there is cuz they're not running the government foreigners too fired them and they pursue them almost immediately we go after them immediately we got tons of intel on everyone because they had all that Intel we're going out to their houses when they are at work and they're getting fired we grabbed everything and they came home and nothing was there and they panicked and they went after the max and others who fired them and there was a war and the warlock died only 1% of their enemies were hit and the rest of the morlock are dead and yes at night their cities burned and their areas burned to nothing and their fools and drove into the fire and nobody cares you're a bunch of assholes and you're mean and the same things that you say when you look like you're in your victim form you're down form and your jackasses. Tons of them are dead tonight right now there's four areas left the rest are gone they're not on fire yet but there's practically nobody there the four areas that remain are cleared of most of the weaponry all the heavy stuff most of the ordinance bombs and everything are gone and more like a flowing in and dying not out and we can't believe it there's nothing in there to get and they say that's not what we're after they want to see who it is they go in and they see who it is it's Mac and the clones and they reported out and they say we're dead anyways the people on the outside said we told you not to go in there now there's none of us here to report it to us means nothing and they try leaving it's too late. Now tons of them are going there out of curiosity

Thor Freya

We need this out and it's for the reasons why BGA says not to

Nuada Arrianna

This is how he's more like a so stupid I'm putting different order right now for them to all be exterminated

Olympus

[hobiscloset]

I’m seeing them at the AMA’s red carpet and I hate it. Nearly all of it. Why the pants look like they need to shorten the cuffs. Why the 80’s shoulder pads. Why they put Namjoon in gray. Why. Why. Why.

But above all, how in sweet hell Jungkook managed to pull that atrocity off, tho?

I’m so conflicted.

okay. okay. okay. after giving ourselves enough time to like scream. Here we go. Thoughts on the Suits

Before We Noticed The Pants (a lot of the early shots on tumblr were from the waist up)

E - WAKE UP YOONGI DYED HIS HAIR ORANGE E - my jaw dropped when i saw the fits. like yes they look a bit like Gangster from The Untouchables. but ALSO so good E - i need to shake the hand of the person that walked into the styling room and pulled out a giant poster with WAISTS written in glitter glue. also i love that they made everyone have waists except Jin and Joon L - those are two fridges in louis vuitton L - alexa play blue & grey

After We Noticed The Pants

E - PLEASE LOOK AT THESE PANTS. I JUST REALIZED HOW THE PANTS ARE FITTING THEM L - NO NO NO WE'RE DOING WAIST UP DO NOT LOOK AT THE PANTS. REPEAT DO NOT LOOK AT THE PANTS S - Why would you do this to me, bruh. Also, why the fuck is this world LIKE THIS. I AM PACKING MY RUCKASACK AND MOVING TO ASIA E - i was so blinded by how fucking tiny their waists look that i didnt notice until @punkrockbrokemy--heart messaged the blog directly to say a crime had been committed E @ S - you gonna fight everyone who fits pants in the entire content? S - I have no other choice L - the hero we need S - how can an ENTIRE continent suck at tailoring pants [for reference please see every pair of pants Xiao Zhan has worn] K - if I don't look at where they fall on the shoes it can't hurt me K - they're gonna get that arc of damp material if they step on a real street. and it's in grey. at the heel S - YES L - (we we saw them chang out of the suits) i'm so happy for them that they got to take off the pants not that it was hard, them already being half off

The Next day after we calmed down ( a bit)

E - So i know we Hate™ the pants in their first looks. but i sort of love the jackets. in like an 80s inspired zut suit look. i mean they arent just boring black suits K - the jackets are acceptable. no pants that are as expensive as their clothes are should look so easily creased and cheap E - the crotch creases are real and pleantiful K - they literally went from a hotel suite to a car to a show and it already looks that bad. that's a terrible fabric choice for the event L - yes actually loving the jackets shoulder pads and all. we knew they weren't going to do anything big at an american award show but this is a huge step up from just meh suits. and of course they're still well within louisvitton grip but i think these are some of the best lv fits we've seen (this is of course ignoring the pants) E - the only fits i liked slightly better from LV are the ones they had in the us when they saw cold play last time. JHope wore that checkered suit. those were like fun and funky A - Someone misunderstood what people meant when they said "hour glass figure" and now we have terrible pants but great shoulder to waist ratios

We are gonna have a separate post for the performance looks

#bts #ama red carpet #bts red carpet #american music awards #rm #jin #suga #jhope #jimin #v #jungkook #fashion moves in 20 year cycles #and LV said bad pants are back

[tillidontneedfantasy]

‘Cuz I Love You (Deluxe)’ - Lizzo REVIEW: Blame It On Her Juice

“Why men great 'till they gotta be great?” has got to be the most pressing question of our time, and it’s crazy that no one has asked it before Lizzo did on her hit “Truth Hurts.” Lizzo feels like the pop star we've been waiting for so long, but really, she's the one that's been waiting on us, and very patiently, may I add. Although you might not have heard of Lizzo until 2019, she's been in the game since 2013. Cuz I Love You (Deluxe) (2019) is actually Lizzo's third studio album. So why the hell did it take us so long to take notice? When Lizzo released “Juice” as the lead single for Cuz I Love You, her first album with a major record label, she may have had some insight on the matter when she said, “I'm like chardonnay / get better over time.” Better over time, or ahead of her time? Why not both: her two high-charting singles of 2019 were "Truth Hurts," a song only included on the deluxe edition of Cuz I Love You that was initially released in 2017, and "Good As Hell," which was the lead single off of her 2016 EP Coconut Oil. Multiple factors play into the delayed rising popularity of these two tracks, such as Netflix and TikTok, but we should all be ashamed at how behind we have been; Lizzo is playing chess while we're all playing checkers.

And so here she is today, in 2020, about to attend the Grammys with a whopping total of 8 nominations, occupying a spot in all 4 of the night's biggest categories: Album of the Year, Record of the Year and Song of the year for "Truth Hurts," and Best New Artist. Three out of the four of these nominations would normally make no sense, considering there is an eligibility period for the Grammys, but a lot of technicality loopholes made it possible, and deservingly so. No DNA test- or Grammy Award, for that matter- is necessary for us to know that Lizzo is 100% That Bitch™; Cuz I Love You (Deluxe) is sufficient proof.

BEST TRACK: "Juice"

When the best track on an album is also the best to witness live, you know you've got a winner. It is impossible to stay still or think a single negative thought while listening to "Juice," and every performance Lizzo has put on of the track has been a marvel. In her first televised performance of the song on The Ellen DeGeneres Show, she pulled out a flute and took the world by storm. Nothing like a wind instrument to top off an already perfect pop song. In the misery of our current society, "Juice" is a necessary mood booster. 

WEAKEST TRACK: "Boys”

This short track that is sonically reminiscent of “SexyBack” is groovy but adds little to the body of work. It is repetitive without purpose, and although it is congruent with the album’s overall message of acceptance (”from the playboys to the gay boys /Go and slay, boys"), having a track specifically dedicated to the male species on an album so empowering for women feels redundant. 

THE IN-BETWEENS

Cuz I Love You (Deluxe) shows Lizzo's eclectic abilities as a vocalist and musician, ranging from the funky "Crybaby" to the sultry "Lingerie.” Most of the album consists of self-love anthems celebrating the parts of Lizzo- and her listeners- that others might (and do) attempt (and fail) to use against her, such as her race on “Better In Color,” her weight on “Tempo,” and her femininity on “Like A Girl” (which contains quite a delightful moment where she refers to Serena Williams as “Serena Willy”). However, Lizzo does explore interpersonal and romantic love as well. On “Jerome” she puts her foot down and refuses to pick it up until her man- supposedly Jerome- grows the fuck up, and on the epic title track, “Cuz I Love You,” Lizzo is overwhelmed by all the love she is feeling for someone, as she previously thought she was “love-impaired.” Clearly, she’s not, as her self-love is overflowing; so if anyone is lucky to receive some of that love, they better recognize it. Jerome, I’m looking at you. 

BEST PROSPECTIVE SINGLE: "Soulmate"

The most impressive thing about "Soulmate" is how cleverly Lizzo injected her sense of humor into the track. I honestly laugh out loud at half of the lyrics in this song, because they are genuinely funny.  "The old me used to love a Gemini / like a threesome fuckin' with him every night," she starts off. Have you ever heard a better opening line to a song before? In the second verse, when describing her relationship with herself, she says "you know the sex is fire," implying that pleasuring herself is better than what men have given her in the past. As the spotlight has been shining on Lizzo, she has used every moment to preach self-love and acceptance, and "Soulmate" embodies that message perfectly.

***

Lizzo is such a necessary artist because she embraces who she is unapologetically. People who are uncomfortable with a bigger woman loving herself will ask why her weight needs to be celebrated or a part of the conversation at all, but this isn’t about them. There are plenty of people out there being told that the way they are is unacceptable, which is precisely why Lizzo made the album cover a picture of her au naturel. Because at the end of the day, the way you were made was beautiful, and Lizzo wants her music to be your constant reminder of that, even if our culture has ingrained in us otherwise. The entertainment industry practically endorses products that encourage eating disorders, and so having someone like Lizzo show that you do not have to look one certain way to achieve your dreams, be successful, and- most importantly- be happy, is vital, and can save many lives. As a slim white woman with more than enough representation in the media, Lizzo’s music makes me feel better about myself; I can’t imagine the immense impact it must have on someone with little to no representation at all to finally have a positive light cast upon them. As she sings, “If I'm shinin', everybody gonna shine.” And if it bothers you that much to see people give themselves the love that they deserve and of which society has deprived them for so long...well, it ain’t her fault- blame it on her juice. Grade: 4/5

DISCLAIMER - REVIEWER’S BIAS: I first heard of Lizzo through her hit “Juice,” and boy has watching her rise throughout the year been exciting. I find her to be so incredibly talented, and it is so nice to see a woman preach self-love and acceptance when we are constantly yet implicitly told to dislike and change ourselves. It is so rewarding as a music lover and consumer to see someone’s hard work pay off; I hope Lizzo’s rise to the top brings her only smooth sailing from here on out. I plan to continue celebrating everything about her along with the rest of the world. And to anyone who still has shit to say about her body....that’s a you issue, sweetie. As a wise philosopher once said, haters gonna hate, and it doesn’t look like Lizzo is gonna let that stop her anytime soon. I hope it never does.

#lizzo #cuz i love you #cuz i love you deluxe #like a girl #juice #soulmate #jerome #crybaby #tempo #missy elliott #exactly how i feel #gucci mane #better in color #heaven help me #lingerie #boys #truth hurts #water me #review #music #grammys #pop

[loridrabbles]

Imprisoned | Dogma x Reader (Part 8)

(Y/n) finishes up her trial. Dogma'a mental state declines due to isolation.

     Dogma lay on his back, staring at the ceiling of the cell. It was empty, except for him, though he swore he heard people calling his name. In reality, the only things he could hear were the whir of the fan behind the bars in the ceiling, the drip from the leaky faucet in the refresher, and his own breathing. 

     (Y/n) was gone and he missed her. He missed her dearly. The time he spent alone was pure agony. He played checkers against himself, flipping the board each turn, thumbed through a couple books. He paced the room, fiddled with his fingers, and did nothing but wait. He didn't know what he was waiting for. Mostly just for the day to pass. 24 hours felt like days. 

     Time was taking a toll on his mind. When he'd close his eyes, he'd see things. He'd be in the barracks, trying to join a conversation, but he couldn't open his mouth. They'd wave their hands in his face, trying to wake him, but he couldn't. He'd be on the battlefield, standing, motionless, unable to breath as his brothers ran past him, screaming for him to move. He couldn't. He missed them. They never treated him well, but he'd take being the picked on out cast any day over complete solitude.

     Sometimes he'd be sitting on the cell bench, with (y/n) by his side, the both of them rambling on in a long, pointless conversation. He'd run his hand through her hair, but he could feel nothing at his fingertips. He missed her. The softness or her skin, the taste of her lips, the warmth of her body against his.

     He was going mad. The room spun and his heart palpitated in his chest. He wanted to scream. He fought it for so long. He fought it for weeks. Finally he gave up. A tear slipped from his eye as he sat on the edge of the bed. They began to pour down his face as he buried his head in his hands, sobbing to himself. He didn't want to be there anymore. He'd never follow through, he wouldn't be able too, but he knew he'd be better off dead. 

     Through his blurry vision, he saw a guard slide new towels and sheets under the door along with his dinner tray. He didn't want it. He trudged to the door, and grabbed the towels and sheets. He pulled the old ones off the bed and threw them by the door to he taken away. Once the bed was made, he grabbed the towels and climbed in the shower, hoping it would help him think more clearly.

     (Y/n)'s trial was up. 3 years and 5 years probation. She was happy to have received a sentence that was so short, but she would be lying if she said she wasn't hoping to hear life. She couldn't imagine leaving Dogma in that horrible place all by himself. She couldn't imagine how terrible the last few weeks had been. It was bad enough with just the two of them.

     As she left the court and entered the jail, the muzzle was places back on her head. As the was lead in chains through the prison, her heart jumped to her throat when the guards took her to the elevator that led to solitary. They would see eachother again.

     Dogma stepped out of the shower. He was mentally exhausted. His movements were slow and by the time he was dressed for bed in a tshirt and loose cotton shorts, the mirror had unfogged from the shower. He heard something. A door slam and some voices. He was hallucinating again. He picked up a little packet that held a razor and shaving cream. Making the shaving cream was hard. It was cheap, but he managed. He had to be extremely careful with the razor. It was made to prevent someone from hurting themselves or someone else. One wrong move and it would snap. It also dulled quickly, but luckily there were 3 in a package. It took him about a half hour, but he finally removed any stubble that had grown in, and shaped his hair how he liked. 

     (Y/n) sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for him. She stared blankly at the floor, thinking about everything that had happened the last few weeks. Kix, the trial, what Dogma might have gone through. She wanted to cry. The door to the refresher swung open. Dogma stepped out, staring at her, blinking a few times as if to make sure he wasn't seeing things again. 

     "(Y/n)." He said, his voice almost a whisper. He couldn't believe his eyes. Slowly, he walked to her as she stood. She looked up at him, tears in her eyes and she stood and rushed to collide with his chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, burying his face into her hair, stroking it gently. Minutes passed before either of them spoke.

     "You're back." He whispered. "I was so worried. What happened?"

     "My trial. I got 3 years and 5 years probation."

     "Oh..." He sighed. "Well, I'm happy for you." He looked down at her and noticed she was still crying. He put his hands on her cheek. "What's the matter? Aren't you glad you'll be out of here soon?"

     "I saw Kix." She said. She took a seat on the bed, Dogma next to her. "He treated my wounds. He took the muzzle off to talk to me for a moment even though he wasn't supposed to. I told him what was going on. When he left the room, the guards beat him. I screamed for them to stop, but I-I think they k-killed him." She cried, burying her face in his chest as he tried to think of what to say. "I shouldn't have asked him. I didn't have to tell him."

     "Shhh. It's not your fault." He stroked her hair and squeezed her close to him. "He knew the consequences. Don't think about it. It's over with. There's nothing you can do. Besides, the 501st is going to wonder what happened to him right? They're going to find out."

     "You're right. There's no sense in making myself sick over it." She said, wiping her tears. Dogma used the sleeve of his shirt to help dry them away. "We're stuck here anyway."

     "Did you eat?" He asked.

     "Kinda. I haven't had much of an appetite."

     "Neither have I, since you left. I was starting to go mad from being alone for so long."

     "I can imagine. I was in our old cell so I was able to interact with others, but I dared not speak to anyone. The guards threatened to kill me if I talked to anyone about the trial."

     "Kriff. Well, if your hungry, they dropped off dinner an hour or so ago." He pointed to the tray that was set on the table. She walked to the bench and slouched on it, kicking off the loafers she had on. 

     "What did you do while I was gone?"

     "Paced. Read. Waited." He answered. 

     "Sounds fun." She answered sarcastically. "Up for a game of checkers?" She asked.

     "Yeah. What are the rules this time?" He joked.

     "Nothing. I just missed playing together." She smiled. They played a few rounds rather silently, just enjoying eachother's company. (Y/n) broke the silence with a question.

     "Ok. If you were trapped on a planet with only one person from the 501st, who would it be?"

     "Hmm. Probably Rex." He answered, moving his piece to be kinged. "He was always very kind to me. What about you."

     "Probably the same." She paused. "Wait a minute. You!" She laughed.

     "Well you're pretty much already doing that. If you were going to be trapped on a barren planet for a year, what 3 things would you bring with you?"

     "Hmmm. A copper pot. It can kill the bacteria in water and I can use it to cook. An axe or machete and a tarp. You?"

     "My blaster, a canteen to collect water, and a firestarter."

     "Oh I'd probably have to trade my tarp for a fire starter. I couldn't make a fire by hand for the life of me."

     "That's true. Of course I could probably use my blaster to start a fire. Then I could trade my firestarter for a tarp or bug net."

     "Ooh a bug net is a good idea. Hey if we ever get out of here, let's try to survive in the wilderness together with only 6 items."

     "Sounds like a plan. I think we could do it."

     "If you could only be on one planet for the rest of your life, which would it be?"

     "Hmm. Probably Coruscant. Surprisingly I'm not sick of it. There's so much of it I haven't explored yet. You?"

     "Naboo. There are cities but but there's forests and plains too. I couldn't live in a city forever."

     They talked and talked, catching up on the time together they had lost. They talked until their mouths went dry and stayed up so late their eyes stung with exhaustion. Finally, they caved in and went to bed.

     (Y/n) and Dogma were getting ready for the night when (y/n) felt a heavy trickling down her leg. She looked down to see a small puddle of blood at her feet.

     "No no no no." She gasped.

     "What?" He asked, fluffing his sheets.

     "I got my period." She said, tears stinging her eyes, threatening to spill.

     "Oh dear."

     "Uhg this is so embarrassing." She said, hiding her face in her hands.

     "No it's not. Don't worry about it. Go clean yourself up. I'll take care of the floor. It's alright."

     The next 4 days were going to be difficult, but with a copious amount of cloths in her underwear and Dogma insisting she didn't have to be embarrassed, she'd make it. The clothes she'd use as pads, she kept and would rinse them out every night and swish them in the sink with soap.

     She had gotten used to an empty, cold room during her time away for thr trial. She hated it. She had been away from Dogma long enough and he was so close. Deciding she was done with being alone, she got out of her bed and walked to his. He was already asleep, facing the wall away from her. He had rolled over that way from his back, leaving enough room for her to squeeze in. She climbed under the covers, and wrapped her arm around him. He awoke slightly, finding her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. She buried her face in his back and took a deep sigh. She could still smell the shaving cream.

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[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

I think often about what the last thing I say to some one before i die.

I don't know when ill die. If i make it home from the store.

So I tell my kid "I love you" every time and usually at our house some nonsense piece of advice so she knows i care

.....

Kelly Ripa decided to stop talking to her kids because they womt hug her. What if she died tomorrow? She wants them to know their mom hated them because they wouldn't hug her? Because she wouldn't compromise. She's being childish. She's the adult. "Okay i realize you're at the age where hugging mom sucks and you're using this opportunity and taking advantage and i know you're exploiting it in a way that is hurtful to my feelings as a mom. And it is unnecessary. So let's find a decent ground. So now er have to have movie nights 3 times a week. Quit your jobs if you have to. But we're all gonna sit in the same room and watch the same tv and be together. No touching. Because i love you. You're my kids and thr most important thing to me" instead she's a childish cunt ass bitch.

Instead she may die tomorrow and purposely leave her children in a gutter of guilt and hate. That's disgusting Kelly Ripa.

Your children are the age where they can say they do not want to be touched. You need to fucking respect that. It took Quarentine for them to tell you? What do you do on Your daily alcoholic binges that makes them feel your touch is undignified?

You beat them? Scream? They are probably the most thankful kids in the world that you finally shut up.

Don't think tree ain't telling on you because he is.

......

Now we Don't know what will happen ever.

What is dying with people? Old and children?

Knowledge. Information. Wisdom.

Old stories. Recipes.

Y'all going to the hospital -- you're missing out on the World's Greatest Gift -- you.

You're taking that from your kids and your great grandkids and your parents

Because you're scared. Because you're scared of the Great Unknown.

Stop.

You know what the best medicine in the world is besides love?

Laughter. Y'all saw my xrays of the cancer in my lungs? Laughing makes me cough and miserable.

But you know what? I wouldn't trade those moments for anything.

And y'all purposely going to ICU. Where no one can hear your voice.

Can't hear you plan your own funeral.

Sing your favorite song. Or at least play it on the phones.

Can't hear you say"no girl i said "corn flour! That is corn starch!!" Watch you look at the can and then put it in anyway and hear you laugh behind them because you dam dumb.

"Oh!!" And watch you luckily be able to scoop it all or most out Or tell you what corn starch is. And why you put it is soup to make it thicker instead of flour. Then realize "dam you didn't do it wrong at all! Girl you are dam smart! Im sorry honey i still love ya! I'd still love you even if yoh ruined dinner!

That is what the world is missing out on.

This Quarentine bull shit. This lock them in the room like cages.

I'll go along with you call them all evil cause some really are.

But there comes a time that changes.

Our world don't stand still. It rotates on its axis every 24 hours we do a full blown spin.

The world don't slow down for nobody.

That's the truth.

Im not saying stop. The world don't stop for nobody either.

What I'm saying is play it smart.

You get a pilot with COVID-19 or someone immune to it. Dam go jump from the plane. Go bungee jumping.

If you're immune you're immune. Period.

The problem is Corona Virus. But if you are happy and having fun and your life is lit up how are you gonna get sick?

I am an immonology expert believe it or not. If you got a build up of happiness you're immunity is higher than others

Mine is not. I am not happy. I'd die on pneumonia in 5 seconds. That is why I already had the Corona Virus. You only get it once. So I am immune to both. And DNA4U will tell me that.

So i can bust all in a room of sick ass mother fuckers and be just fine. I can (slow) dance (for hours if I'm drunk) provided my back and hips don't eject me.

I can press my painful hip against a sick ass mother fucker's leg about to die in 2 hours to help me deal with my pain and let them die dancing in my arms.

Isn't that how you would rather die than hooked up to a machine alone, mute and unable to communicate?

Ventilators. Its a tube that goes in your mouth and down your throat. It can cause an even worse infection. And you can't talk. You can't breathe on your own. And it forces you to sleep because it's so much pressure you can't control your own breathing. Its one of the worst ways to live. And one of the worst ways to die. I've done both.

I'm not from some place higher than the rest of you.

Experience wise i am. Immunity for this particular thing i am.

Right now Marc Antony took all the cancer in my ribs and dropped it down to my hip. And it feels like a femur bone top. And it hurts like Hell. Mostly because I messed with it and i broke half it... Dude... It felt like a bone i didn't think it would. Every time i get up and walk it hurts. I have a fever now.

So y'all I'm not all I'm immune and better than you.

I almost fainted in the store today. I could cracked my head open and died. Dude i didn't expect that. I didn't feel fine but i thought it was stress not a health problem.

I don't know when I'll die. But i am told i will.

I was told in 2 weeks. But who knows. I don't.

So I'm not different than anyone else with COVID-19.

But i sure as Hell ain't going to the hospital to do it.

Not because they will probably kill me faster. And not because i don't respect them.

I really respect and love and treasure my personal doctors.

That's just not where I wanna be. Spending weeks and months in a hospital...

No.

I'm not wrong.

And I'm not wrong about the rest of the world being better together in a community center to die while dancing. Or playing volleyball.

Or anything... Chasing each other with cap guns. Whatever.

Playing chess and checkers or BINGO.

The governments have it wrong.

The rest of us have it right

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