#GIFTI THIS LOOKS SO GOOD

[nightly-ruse]

Lil gifty for @goobiestar . I love this lil baby. Critterbug is such a cute character I love it and her little face is just so cute

She just being happy in the sunshine. Good for it :)

#critterbug #gifty gift for Goobie #:)) hope you like her! I tried to make its design correctly hope i did #loving my grass and cloud brush it looks so good #night knacks #gift art #wc oc #warrior cat oc #not my oc #she uses she/it btw for anyone wondering go check out goobies story and ocs their all amaizng

[worfianism]

I devoured Transcendent Kingdom in 2 days, I literally couldn't stop reading it was so so so excellent

#sometimes you pick up a book because you hear good things about it #and instead of it just being a good book it looks at you and pulls your soul out of your body and makes it sit in front of a mirror and then #your stuck look at your own soul laid bare and you cant look away because its never happened before but also you cant bear it #anyway yaa gyasi 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽 #should we start a club for immigrant gals who pursue hard science but come from deeply religious backgrounds with complicated feelings about #god and our mothers and our own goodness? #we speak the same language ms gyasi #(or rather i guess gifty from the book and me in the club but yaa gyasi clearly gets it so) #v makes a post #v reads

[mollyolikeme]

Thoughts as I read TSC: A Stream of Conciousness Part Two!

Filthy Spoils!

classic kevin.

LOL keep saying i see how much you bench as if thats an indicator of someones ability to kickass

HA! i always forget about the sixteen hour days shit, i cannot, i find it too fucking funny it's fucking impossible. mfs would be DECEASED. like DEAD.

they are so hardcore this fantastical has me CACKLING every time

like a ken doll!

BLONDE.

ill advised thoughts....

uh oh jean, your crazy is showing.

goddamn. to hate but need. complicated and absolutely screwed up relationship dynamics are fascinating.

okay, i like to rag on our beloved kevin (because its fun and easy) but like props where props are due. i know we didn't get to see his transition from raven to fox but i honestly think the boy would have handled it a lot better than jean jean morose over here. boy isssssss messed up.

foreshadowwwwww SWIM SHORTS!

dangerously low? dangerous for who jean?

do not be slut shaming, lucas. thats fucking gross of you and i'm not even gonna mention the nonconsensual factor...........

oh. my. word. its not funny but i feel the morbid sense to laugh at the ravens dropping like flies.

bad therapist. you cant force it. where is Dobson?

OMG LOL i summoned her!

dont you worry about kevin babe, the foxes got him

thats two hands on chin! thats two!

he's got a big dick! lololololololol boys not tryna be gayyyy

oh the heat! the HEAT! yes jeremyyyyyyyy

fear of water.

what happens when he losses his grip......i want to see you lose control......... hi familiar phrasing and trauma, i ADORE you.

in my head, jean has a very french tsk of his tongue reaction to almost everything people do around him.

yesssss the foxes ARE synchronized.

you tell him jeremy! none of his raven intentionally injuring people bullshit

omg were gonna get a little kevin trip to cali! reunion of the abused buds! (again gotta take the morbid hilarity into account for my health)

LOL wheel throwing! Patrick Swayze where are you?!

not the self flagellating notebooks he kept.....

oooooo intense. it all comes to the surface. the truth will always come out.

this is clever, gives just enough info about the ravens without explaining the crime side of things. go nora.

okay damn lucas.... issues buddy. dont be comin after jean jean. you'll regret it.

chin grab number 3! this time by jeremy 🤩

omg cuuuuuuuute little motorcycle ride and seashell gifty

again. uh oh jean. your crazy is showing to the coaches now. this truth is really spilling out the cracks

pause.......... guys my sanity........ my INsanity upon reading this........... im losin it! ......... okay resume.

morbid laughing morbid laughing morbid laughing fuck fuck fuck

yo. to somehow make me feel like neilio's story is a positive tale................

wow lucas. doubling down are we. his character does have a very difficult truth to come to terms with. its fuckin rough and a hella interesting arc.

you should call dobsonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

OH SHIT! neil's here! Thats not good news for you jean!

fy faen neil. you're kind of a gangster babe!

oh. dead sister. so sad. (typing it out like that looks sarcastic. It's not.)

yaaaaasssss thats the smart mouth we know and love! telling an agent he parked illegally!!! ahhhhh lolololololoolol

OMG Neil!!!! sweetheart! you care so much! awwwwwwwww wow nora seriously, what. a. treat! he cares about his buddy jean.

jeremy...... you got it so bad hun. always with the 'what do you need?' like just promise yourself to him forever and ever.

CHIN!!!!!!!!!! FOUR TIMES NOW.

woah Jer.

i like that jean actually doesn't like exy. such a good contrast to neils pov obsession.

im curious where this whole 'its not freedom its a pretty cage' thing is gonna go. like, yea i dont think you'll ever be 'free' free jean. but honestly this is pretty damn close. professional athletes lives are very straight forward. and if youre that good, fuckin easy.

#tsc spoilers #the sunshine court spoilers #jean moreau #jeremy knox #tsc #the sunshine court

[susanpike-author]

Willing to sacrifice myself for you, my Love.

Susan Pike

Twenty years later, willing to give it another try. Been twenty years since David broke my heart in London, leaving me after he had quick sex with me. Leaving me frustrated and heartbroken. I had become a police officer since then and seen him a few times over the years. He was married then, and I had gained weight. Now I found out he was divorced., I was unmarried also. I was 41 years old now, David was 51 years old. I went on a strict diet, became a vegetarian. Got down to 126 lbs, my goal was 120. Darn last 6 pounds. Bought sexy dresses and underwear, garter belts and nylons. Tight fitting shorts and tops. Started checking David’s schedule for week appearances. Hopefully when I see him again, I can gain his interest again. I’m no longer in my early twenties like I was in London, but then again, I let him break my heart then. We had sex but it was a quickie on his part. I was upset when he left me. Didn't get a chance to give him the special giftI wanted to give him, or even tell him about it. Never told him about my emotional empathy connection with him either. When I connected with him, I stopped seeing him as famous, started seeing him as a real man. Knew he had money and career problems and was sexually frustrated back then. Also, a depression problem which led to his self-destructive behavior. I knew he drank alcohol a lot. I guess because of my emotional empathy, I wanted to help him. I loved him and cared about him. But wasn't in love with him. I had seen him over the years but, he was married, and I don't mess around with married men. I just wanted to be friends. Last time I seen him I had gained a lot of weight, didn't look so good anymore. Been a police officer for 11 years now. David had seen me a few times in uniform, so he knew I had become one. Along with my empathetic senses I would also sometimes get repeated dreams, weird when they came true or sometimes stopped a few bad things happening that was in them. I sometimes did dream about David, suspected he had deep depression problems and a deep loneliness. David was good at covering up his feelings and emotions, putting on that happy face to the public. Maybe that's why I never told him about my ability, to sense his strong feelings and emotions when I was near him. Then I started getting these repeated dreams about David, he was sitting down talking with people, he had some of his band members with him. It was not a stage he was on; he sang a bit but was mostly talking. Where could this be? In my dream as he was talking a man who I seen in my dream, male, white around early 30s wearing a dark blue shirt, came in and pulled a gun out and shot David right in his chest. He died instantly in my dream. I woke up crying. Then I kept having the nightmare dream repeatedly. I knew I had to warn David and try to stop it from coming true. Trying to figure out where this place he was at in my dream. Noticed he was due to make an appearance at a convention in California at a hotel there. That would be more informal, and he would talk rather than perform there. I had to go and warn him or stop it from happening somehow. It was a bit sooner then I wanted to see him. I was hoping to see him when he was on tour for a week somewhere. But, if my dream came true, I would never see him again. I couldn't let this happen, if I have to risk my own life protecting him I would. I made reservations at the hotel it was in. Hopefully I will see David to warn him, problem is how to get him to believe me.

Two weeks later I flew into the city where the convention was a few days before he was due to appear. Had booked my room for 5 days. A day before he was due to appear, I seen him in the hotel lobby, surrounded by people., I couldn't get to him. I waited around watching him. He headed for the restaurant with a group of people. I decided to do the same. Sitting at a table as close as I could get. I was wearing a low-cut sexy dress and was hoping he would notice me. Don't know how I would ever get to talk to him alone. I ordered a small salad and some hot tea. Another waitress was busy taking the groups order. David's group was the band members he brought with and Sam the photographer I happened to know. No women were with them. The one band members sitting next to David noticed me, even when I walked in and sat down. After the waitress left to put in their order. The band member Paul looked at me again, I looked at him and smiled. He whispered to David, think I've fallen in love with that very pretty and sexy woman over there at that table. David looked and his eyes widened as he recognized me. Sam David said, turn around slowly and look at that beautiful woman over there and tell me if you recognize her. Sam slowly turned around and looked at me. He’s eyes widened with a shocked expression on his face. I think it's Susan, David said I thought so, wonder if she is still a cop. Paul said, well it figures, you know the prettiest sexiest lady in here David. She's older than you are mate, David said. Paul said, I don't care if she is. She’s gorgeous. David said, I think she came here to see me. Sam said, you want me to make sure she doesn't get near you David. Hell no! I’d like to get near her. Sam whispered to David, maybe she will dance for you again. David laughed, I can only hope. David then got up from the table and walked over to me. Susan, I barely recognize you. You look great. I smiled at him. I came here to see you David, need to talk with you about something. David said, come and join us. David grabbed my cup of tea, coffee he asked, no tea, you put cream in your tea. He asked. Yes, I said since London. He took my cup, I grabbed my water and silverware, he led me over to their table. He sat back down, placed my cup close to his then told Paul to move over. He had me sit down next to him. My waitress had my salad and was looking for me. One of the guys, told her, she's over here. She brought me my salad. Asked her for another hot tea. Everyone’s food started arriving, David had a salad and a vegetable dish. I began cutting my salad into little pieces. David looked amused as I did it. Then he cut his too! My waitress brought me more hot tea. I poured a packet of sugar into it and some cream. After we finished. David asked me if I was still a police officer. I said, yes, 11 years now. Paul said, you can handcuff me anytime. David laughed, I smiled. He asked is that all your eating, just that small salad. I said, yes, trying to lose this last stubborn 6 lbs. David says, all you need is some more exercise, it will help you lose it. I laughed. David whispered in my ear, or you could dance for me again. I whispered back. Maybe you could finally get the special gift I had for you, that you missed because you left. What is this gift he inquired. I wanted to give you ecstasy. I said. The drug? No! What it's named after. It makes a man feel like he's naturally high. But a man has to be able to get hard a second time. I knew you could back then. He said, I still can now too! What is your room number he asked. 402, I said. He said, oh! We are on the same floor, I’m in 421. Don't drink any alcohol tonight, it dulls your senses I said. I’ll come to your room in an hour. He said. Ok! I said.

Went up to my room. Took a quick shower., blow dried my hair. Put on a sexy silk robe. Waited for David. He also took a shower, shaved and put on shorts and a t-shirt. We both brushed our teeth and used mouthwash. David knocked on my door. I said to myself. I’m going to totally please him, this time even if it took 20 years to get together again Enjoy doing it too! I put my arms around him and kissed him. He kissed me back passionately. We kissed for a bit; his hand went to my breast. He undid my robe, opening it. His mouth went down to my nipple licking and sucking on it. As he played with the other nipple. I took his shirt off. Then led him to the bed. Taking his shorts off. He still had a beautiful body and big hard cock. I took my robe off. David laying down next to me resumed licking and sucking on my nipples. You still have beautiful breasts luv, he said. His hand went between my legs, finding my special spot. I moaned, fingers went inside me making me hot and wet for him. My hand was on his cock rubbing him. He was hard, he always had a large cock, which surprised me 20 years ago. Considering he's only 5’3” tall. But he has big thick hands for a man his size I noticed. He got on top and entered me, he moaned, we moved together, he went slowly at first, giving me pleasure, I started to orgasm, crying out and moaning. He started thrusting harder, faster and deeper. I put my legs around him. He let out a cry and a moan as he came deep inside me. We were both breathing heavily. He kissed me, then went to my side laying down. I got up, cleaned up and brought him a warm washcloth. He cleaned himself off. I laidback down. Now about this gift I need to collect you told me about luv. I kissed him, then we kissed passionately. Then I kissed and licked his neck. Down his chest, licking and sucking on his nipples. Licking down his stomach. Licked his scar on his right side. Licked the head of his penis all around. He moaned, then licked down the outside of his penis to his balls. I spread his legs open, licking and sucking each one of his balls. He moaned again. Then I lifted his balls a bit and licked the spot underneath his balls, sending waves of pleasure to him. He was moaning and breathing heavy now. I licked the spot again. He moaned, then licked his balls again. Went back up licking his semi-hard penis, putting it in my mouth and sucking on him. Placing my finger underneath his balls lightly rubbing that spot again. He was moaning loudly now; his penis was getting very hard. I stopped and bent my legs on each side of him, so he didn't feel my weight. Placed his penis in my vagina. He moaned I let it only go halfway in going in and out, building him up to his peak. I orgasmed. He moaned as he felt it. I then went all the way down on his cock. He met my movement. Breathing heavily and moaning as he was thrusting deep inside me. He let out a loud cry of ecstasy, as he exploded deep inside me. I stayed on top of him, moving a bit, put my head on his chest. He began shivering and his whole-body shook, he moaned in pleasure as he was coming down from the special peak. I got off him going to his side. He was still breathing heavily. I put my hand on his chest and stomach rubbing him lightly. Took him 10 minutes before his breathing returned to normal. He still felt his body tingling from the aftereffects. He said, I have never in all my years of having sex ever felt anything as incredible as what you just did to me. It did feel like a natural high. You wanted to do this to me 20 years ago luv? Yes, I said. Dam, he said, I could have had you doing that to me for 20 years. I noticed when I first entered you,,your vagina was tight around me. Felt good but was surprised. That's because I haven't had sex in 5 years. Five years he said, he was surprised and kind of pleased. David before I went to London, I hadn't had sex in two years. Since before I divorced my husband. David said, I thought you had sex with Chris in Chicago. I said no, he never touched me.

I have never had sex with anyone around you or that you know personally. You're the only man I wanted at the time. I've wanted to give you my gift since cape Cod, knowing that you were sexually frustrated then. How did you know that? I'm have a special sensitivity gift. I also knew you were worried about money and your career. You were also angry at someone you were disagreeing with. That's when I started seeing you as the man you were. Not who you use to be. The sensitivity I had I didn't know the name of it back then. I do now. It's called emotional empathy. You were the first man I ever connected with so strongly. Suspected you have an empathy power of your own. Some actors do. Like putting yourself in a character's shoes and seeing through their eyes. I've been able to do that since I was young. He said. So, you do have a empathic power of your own. That's why I connected with you so strongly. What did you connect with he asked. Your higher feeling and emotions. I also know about your depression and anxiety. Seen your self-destructive behavior in Ohio. Was very worried about you. I’m sorry I never told you. I knew you relished your privacy, so I was afraid to tell you. Tears started streaming down my face. David hugged me, it's alright luv. I knew I needed to tell you, that's one reason I came, but I also had bad dreams that you were in danger here. In danger here, how? Kept having the same dream about you being in danger. That's the other reason I came. Do you know what kind of danger? He asked. From some jealous man. That's all I know. I also told him that his body needs to renew itself, he can't have the ecstasy for 48 hours, he can have regular sex, but not the ecstasy. Also, very little alcohol as it dulls the sensations. Every third day! How long is your vacation. I said a month. So, you're coming on tour with me a month. I was surprised but happy. Yes! I will if you want me too. David said, I want more of that gift luv. I laughed. We fell asleep cuddling each other. David slept well; he had not slept that well in a while. He felt good and full of energy. I told him I was going to take a shower; can I join you he said. I smiled. I ended up bending over a bit for him in the shower. hard, fast and deep. We both orgasmed together. Ordered up breakfast afterwards.

We went to the convention, David started talking about various topics. Answering questions. He brought the band members with him and sang a song. I sat up front. I started feeling déjà vu. Something was wrong. I remembered my dream. David was joking with the band members and the audience. He looked over at me once in a while and smiled. Then I noticed the guy that was the shooter in my dream. I got scared and protective at the same moment. I only had a few seconds to react. Seen the guy pull the gun from his pocket. Screamed, no! put myself in front of David when the shot rang out. I was stunned. Then collapsed. Backwards into David. He grabbed me. The audience grabbed the gun and the shooter had him down on the floor. David had me in his arms. He was calling for help. Now I had a bloody wound pooling around my stomach. Someone rushed up with towels. David held me in his arms. He was crying. I opened my eyes for a minute, making sure he was okay. Susan luv, helps on the way. I felt him holding me. Someone was putting pressure on my stomach using a towel. David's shirt and hands were full of blood. The paramedics rushed in, as well as the police. The police handcuffed the shooter and took the gun from the woman that was holding it. The room was being cleared by the police but asked people to stay around for interviews. The paramedics bandaged my wound and hooked me up to a monitor.,David stood nearby. They took me to the ambulance. David told them I was his girlfriend. He got into the ambulance with me. Headed for the hospital, the paramedics stabilized me. Hooked me up to an I.V. and oxygen. Tears were streaming down David's face. He was also in shock. He realized the bullet was meant for him. He also had my purse with him, someone handed it to him as he got into the ambulance. He went into my wallet and gave the paramedics my Driver's License. Seen my police star and ID showing them that. They returned my ID and DL to him. At the hospital they rushed me into trauma. David waited in the waiting room. He called one of his band members to bring him a clean shirt. He already had washed up in the restroom. The police showed up to interview David. They told him the shooter’s name, David said, he didn't know him. His wife was a longtime fan, and the man was unreasonably jealous of David. So, he tried to kill me? Doesn't make sense. David said. The doctor came out. Susan’s stable, the bullet didn’t hit any vital organs. She had old adhesions from a previous surgery. Luckily, they stopped the bullet from doing further damage. You can see her now, until we take her to surgery. A few band members arrived to be with David brought him clean clothes. There are news reporters outside. The story is already hitting the internet. About your girlfriend, who is a cop, saving your life. The hospital allowed David to represent me, since he knew me for over 20 years and. was my boyfriend. Family was too far away in Chicago. They asked David if they could keep the news media updated about my condition. He said it was ok. David went in the room to be with me. He sat by my bedside holding my hand. He started talking to me. I'm sorry luv you got shot; you saved my life though. Now you must get better. You know I was afraid of my own feelings in London. I wanted you badly. Ran away from myself and didn't mean to hurt you. I wanted you since the Cape. When I kept seeing you then I was drawn to you, even when I was married. That's why I didn't want you near me. I finally gave into my feelings last night. I'm glad I did. Didn't think you could handle my problems but, I know now I was wrong. You already knew and cared about me anyway. His phone rang. He stepped out of the room. Dad you okay, his daughter asked. I’m fine. How's your girlfriend? She's stable they are going to take her to surgery shortly. Do you need us their dad. No, I’m fine. I think I'm going to have to cancel some of the dates at the beginning of the tour. I'm sure they will understand. I need to be with Susan, till she's better. Dad, call us if you need us. Love you. Continue…

#david jones #davy jones #the monkees #sexy content #romance #writers on tumblr

[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

Bad boy

Pairing- Avatar!Norm x Avatar!reader

Summary- Norm gets punished.

Warnings- sub!norm, edging, playing with balls, punishment, sub/Dom dynamics kinda, begging, crying

A/N- this was a request by the lovely @omgisitkai so credsssss

Across the grassland you watch as Norm laughs at whatever stupid joke Ninat made. And to make matters worse he touched her shoulder, his hand her shoulder. Your blood boiled and you gripped the soft fruit in your hand making juice flow to your hand. He glanced over at you and a small smirk was on his lips, he knew what he was doing. Letting the fruit out of your death grip and clean your hand off. ''Hey Neytiri I need to go back to my place I forgot something.'' You told the woman sitting next to you who responded with a quick, ''Okay and do not forget the dagger like you did last time.'' she said handing you the dagger you had forgoten again.

Norm's eyes followed your body as it disappered into the forest and towards yours and his hut that Mo'at giftied you. ''I-I gotta go Ninat thank you for the hunting tips.'' He says to the girl who only smiled as she goes back to whatever she was doing before.

It did not take him long to get to your shared hut, he jumped into it seeing as it was higher up into the tree. He looked around and you weren't therre which puzzled him. ''Oh did not know that you would be back so soon.'' Your voice scared him making him jump slightly. ''I saw you leaving.'' He responded turning to face you. ''Oh I thought that you were to busy talking- no flirting with Ninat.'' You say backing him till the back of his knees hit the cot. He swallowed a thick bundle of spit making you smile.

And now he was on the bed, hands bound behind him, shirtless, pants down to let his poor cock spring free as you play and toy with it. You had been teasing his tip for so long, smearing the pre-cum that leaked out of it on the tip that was pulsating with desire. Everytime he blinked tears feel from how needy he was getting. You slides your hand up and down on his shaft making him but his lip the mix of pain from all the edging and pleasure from the way your hands left him wanting no needing more.

"I-I'm sorry." He muttered out. "For?" You say wanting to make him say that he was flirting to get a rise outta you. "Flirting with Ni- of fuck me Ninat." He said you watched him body seeing he was getting closer thigh muscles flexed as well as his toned abdomen. You pulled away as soon as he was fixing to cum. A exasperated whine came from him. Waiting minute to toy with his poor cock.

Your hand gripped his balls pulling them a little making him squirm. You hands reached for his cock again. "And why were you flirting with her?" You asked him he squeezes his eyes shut as you start stroking his cock much faster than the last time. You were torching him.

"Wanted to get a rise out of you." He said as his mouth opened all the way canines making a slight appearance. "Oh you wanted to get punished." You say using one hand to jerk him off and the other two play with his balls simulating him even more. "Bad boy." You say pulling away once more. He cries from the loss of connection. "I-I'm sorry." He muttered out as he hucks his hips up trying to find himself into your hands.

"Apologize." You say had reaching for the tip making his tongue come out of his mouth slightly. "Like you mean it." You say hand gently gripping the tip of his dick. And then all sorts of nonsense came from him. "I'm sorry" "I'll be your good boy." "Won't happen again." "I won't be a bad boy." Were some of your favorites. And with all of the begging and tears who would say no again to that fucked out face.

"Don't pull away please." He whined as he felt himself come closer to his orgasm. "I won't sweet boy, come on cum for me I know you can do it." You praise and with that he had one of the most earth shattering orgasms of his lip. His cum shot onto your hands and you fucked him threw it whispering sweet praises into his ears.

You cleaned him and his overstimulated cock off whining whine you wiped the cum off. You helped him into some clean pants and snuggled next to him, rubbing circles on his chest as he drifted into a much needed rest.

#avatar 2022 #avatar 2 #avatar 2009 #avatar way of water #avatar #avatar x reader smut #avatar x y/n #avatar x you #avatar x reader #norm avatar #norm should have had more screen time #norm spellman x y/n #norm spellman x reader #norm spellman

[dragonsdendoodles]

MPHFPC Incorrect Quotes Masterlist 1

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No Murder in Walmart

Sitting on the Floor

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You Never Let Me Do Anything

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Thumb Condom

Jacob Knows Everything

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I Didn't Get My Permit

Suck It

Cocoon Boy

Picnic

Something to Complain About

Patient

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Cool Guy Stuff

Watch Me

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Forgotten How to Fingers

The Last Thing You Registered

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That's a Cockatoo, Actually

Grenades

Can I Cut You?

What's the Point

Adulting

No Thank You

Caffeine and Sugar

Suspicious

Attention Disorder

I Wonder How Painful It Would Be

Daddy Issues

Roadkill

Like Children

Not Short

The Power of Salt

Today's Just Out For My Blood Evidently

Dehydrated

Counterproductive

No Coffee Fuck Off Part 1

Crazy Religious People

The ADHDs

I'm Causing You Pain

Cunt is My WORD, Jacob

Sunset

Morals

Mini Cooper

Dumb Joke

Power Wash

Jelly Beans?

Attention Whore

Five-Second Rule

Lick

Only a Little Bit Satanic

And Whose Fault is That?

You Gotta Dab When You Leave

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[scriptmedic]

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Hey all! After some hemming and hawing, I've turned on the Tip Jar for this account. If you've gotten value from me and my posts in the past, and you can afford it, it would be really helpful to leave a tip. (I wish this had been available when this blog was more active, but it is what it is.)

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Also: there are other ways to have an exchange of value!

I've got two books out on Amazon that make great little holiday gifties, for yourself or a writer you cherish:

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Blood on the Page Volume 1: A Writer's Compendium of Injuries gives all the little details, medical facts, healing times, etc. that you need in order to make your traumatic storytelling look and feel authentic. (There is no Volume 2, and that's okay, because this one is pretty comprehensive)

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#blog business

[eggsnatcheskneecaps]

What if, as the god of styling, the player can shapeshift between all momo forms. or even just is in general a shapeshifter. I mean, have you SEEN the stuff that happens in love nikki? Freak of nature stuff /positive

Sounds good to me

But also

MC looking like a dressed up Gifty is so;;;;;;

#cute #ask #mc #nikkiverse #gifty

[loonylupin2]

I Wrote a McLennon fanfic :)

Paul and John are in bed together

sleeping top and tail as usual (even though they both desperately don’t want to) but John speaks up

I Hope you all enjoy :D

❤️✨🍀❤️✨🍀❤️✨🍀❤️✨🍀❤️✨🍀❤️

❤️✨🍀❤️✨🍀❤️✨🍀❤️✨🍀❤️✨🍀❤️

I lay in my bed, at the foot of it. Sighing deeply at the cramped quarters. We were on a trip, me and John were to somewhere to who knows what. All I know is that we were on a trip, and I was with him. That’s all that mattered to me really. No point in going on a trip if the destination isn’t there to share- see the joy on others' faces as well as yours- the awe and inspiration sparkling in their eyes.

Either way- because it was a trip. John and I- as we usually did would share a bed, it was cheaper that way. We couldn’t allow ourselves to sleep on the floor- like dogs. Our pride didn’t allow such activities. So we laid underneath our squeezed sheets- top and tailed. It was fine and all. We’d talk and laugh- sometimes John’s feet would kick me in the face though, or my toes fall into his snoring mouth. But it wasn’t too bad. It was sweet enough.

Tonight though we were beat. Beaten down to our cobs. We’d ridden our bikes for what seemed like decades- our legs, limp noodles, wettened from our own sweat. We were silent. My head was facing the window, John and I liked to keep the blinds open.

The moon was out. Blue like the song. It was large and bright, its milky glow oozing over us like warm syrup. I longed for more- yet I closed my eyes.

“Paulie?” A familiar voice called. My eyes slowly opened. “Yeh John?” My eyes lingered in the corner of the room- I could tell he was facing away from me- I wanted to turn and look at his face as was preferred- but my waist ached.

“Y’know, you don’t always have to sleep at my feet y'know.” I could hear John’s smile paint his voice as they went into my ear. It blessed me but I shook my head regardless. “Yeah- I know, just…“ I could hear him shift at my words, turning to me in interest. I grew exasperated. “Oh dammit John you know why!” I shook my head again and closed my eyes.

I felt his whole body turn and felt his gaze look down. Attempting to reach my face. “Enlighten me, Mr. McCartney.” He added.

I opened my eyes. I felt a tug at my heart, to return his look, my eyes like stone stayed perched to their post- the blue crystal in the night sky

“It’s just-“ I began. “I don’t want people to be gettin’ the wrong idea of us- yknow- that we’re-,”

“A bunch a queers.” he finished. I paused and sighed my eyes darting to the corner again. I gulped dryly, biting my lip. “Yeh…”

I felt John sit up slightly. “Well who’s gonna see us like this I mean,” he said bluntly and closed my eyes and sucked in my breath. “It’s just y'know-,” I knew John was gonna interrupt me and he obliged. “I’m just saying it’s mighty uncomfortable- I can barely damn move- I don’t like ye facing me toes or whatever- it’s not pleasant- it’s just annoying! I’d rather sleep on the bloody floor if anything!” He huffed and laid back down. I could tell he was getting agitated- John was like this when tired. Especially since we left some of our belongings back home. Including his box of chocolates, he just got for me and him. I promised to buy him another- but he wasn’t having it- he wanted to be the gifter, not the giftie

“So what do you suggest we do then?” I said bluntly, trying to help him calm down. He answered me quickly and harshly. “ I don’t fucking know Paul? Maybe sleep like normal damn people- ever thought about that?” I was quiet for a good moment. I felt my blood pressure rise as my brain went as foggy as a bog. The aggression in his voice only solidified his borderline insane proposition. I had to laugh “John!” I chuckled, shaking my head. “We couldn’t! you know we-” I finally sat up, looking to his face and saw he was entirely serious. A frown lay on his thin red mouth and his eyebrows furrowed in a tired unimpressed way- I could barely even pay attention to his hair, which was a mess. My smile slowly disappeared. I saw how almost “through with it all” he seemed- his eyes didn’t even sparkle in the moonlight…

“Well-“ I said absentmindedly “I could maybe,” I never finished my sentence. John leaned forward like a starling tired goon. He wrapped his arms around my neck and put his face into my shoulder pulling me down next to where he lay. He continued to hold me. I stayed silent and still. I was shocked beyond belief. My brain went to frozen mush and my heart was just as cold. I didn’t know what to think or do or say. My tongue was like a large block in my throat. I felt trapped in my own body.

John was the first to talk. He looked into my eyes with a smile, a bushy eyebrow raised. “Are ye uncomfortable, Macca?” It took me a while to dissect his words in my skull but I replied with a shrug- it seemed that freed my tongue from its cage. “N-No-“ I stuttered. “I just…I feel I’m taking your room…” John's grin spread and a soft chuckle left his mouth. “Yer not- y’know. I don’t mind this really- more comfortable than before…” We were silent- just looking at each other faces- the wind was still and cold “Besides-“ John continued “I prefer looking at your eyes than your toes…don’t ye agree.”

I couldn't help but smile at this. I nodded “Yeah…yeah no I get you…” I still felt somewhat guilty and or bad- for intruding on John’s space- whether he wanted such activity or not. I admit now- in retrospect. I wanted to spoon with him as much as he did. But I, at the time, shoved those thoughts down into the pits of my stomach. I refused to partake in such a disease- or one resembling such- what would mother in heaven think?

I scooted to the very edge of the bed- breaking our warm embrace- an embrace I missed dearly. John looked at me disappointed and turned to the white splotched ceiling. “You don’t need to do that…” my eyes drifted down. “Y-yeh but-“ he interrupted me- with a soft pleading cry that shook my soul into dust “Paul…” he said it calmly- it shouldn’t have affected me as it did. He was just saying my name after all but the way he said it, the tremor of his tongue- it wasn’t a name anymore with him.

But a dream- a spirit- a want.

My eyes looked up shyly and wide at his, he returned my gaze and we stayed as such for a while. I awkwardly bit my lip and sighed scooting forward to him with my hips. He smiled. I wished too- but the words of my father screamed through my head- the stare of my mother…I continued nonetheless- for now the warm and comforting aura of John’s was enough to overpower both.

His fingers stroked my jaw softly, like guitar strings.. I gasped and shivered, closing my eyes tight. A scream of want- of need, lay in my throat wishing to come out. He stopped and put his arms behind his head. He smiled a mocking smile- and I opened my eyes. I hope my thoughts weren’t reflected in them- my cursed thoughts…my cursed wants…

“You’re jumpy today ain’t ya Paulie Mac-“ he teased me- in an effort to lower the tensions. I looked into his eyes- the light of the moon reflected in them- they resembled flowing sap seeping from an old oak…my insides became sparklers. “W-when am I not.” I shivered in my attempt to laugh. There was silence- but I felt him searching my face- every round corner- bump, hair and lash. I bit my lip in spite of myself, my mouth like a river…my mother in heaven must be shaking her head in woe…

But John wasn't ... .his warm glow tried to push away my shame- he looked to the window…the blue moon “It’s hanging’ high tonight ain’t it…” I turned away from him to look at the moon. I sat up… “yeh- it’s real nice…”

I heard the covers ruffle as John sat up with me…he wrapped his arms around my neck ..his hands holding his smooth arms…they shined like porcelain in the moonlight…he brought his weight down on me…as he laid down on the bed once more as did me in his arms…I was his little spoon.

He moved closer to me- I could feel his nose in my hair…I didn’t know what to do…my mouth was open as I breathed, my hands going to his arms and rubbing them slowly up and down, as I shivered I squeezed. “Paul…” he whispered into my neck… “Yes…John.” I croaked. “It’s an Elvis song ain’t it?” He said, I could hear his smile. “What is?” I asked in intrigue. “Blue moon…” he chided. I looked down and then back at the window…the moon's spotlight shining down on the two of us embraced like dolls in our own personal dollhouse. That’s when I knew it was good…why would god shine his own personal spotlight unto us if it weren’t…

“Yeh…” I smiled with a chuckle…nodding my head…I felt myself nuzzle my back into John’s stomach. “It is…it’s one of my favourites actually…” I felt his breath on my neck “You always loved the fruity ballads didn’t you?” He teased me. I laughed and shook my head- my first smirk of the night appeared on my warm face, my heart tingling like wind chimes. I said- in spite of myself “Sod off, Lennon…you’re no better than I.”

[boiling-potato]

Hi! Is just made this itty bitty gifty for you as a thanks for always being the very first to always like my blogs, that means a lot..!!!☆

So i tried to make your self insert! Well i TRIED, sorry if it has any errors...

, . ,)👉👈💦

Oh my goodness-

This is soooo adorable!!! ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽‼️‼️ 💕💕💘💘💖💖❤️❤️✨✨ Thank you so muchhh!!!! There's no errors at all! and I love your art style!! So of course I'll like them!! (⁠◍>w<◍⁠)⁠❤❤️✨

I also love your oc nagisa so here! A little payback!! (⁠ ⁠ꈍwꈍ⁠)🫴✨✨✨

(somehow he reminds me so much of my oc Lunie with the messy hair, cat eyes, short height, baggy clothes and the fighting style with their weapons and all (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠) Hahah! Just thought I'd share! ^^)

Sorry if it looked rush! Umm.. it's because it kinda is.. ^^,, I have a lot of stuff to finish right now and I'm finishing all of these in a rush again sorry!! (⁠＠^＠⁠;⁠)

#boiling potato #oc #not my oc!! #friend's oc #nagisa #self insert #my self insert #boiling potato 🥔 #bp #art #my art #digital art #oc art #fanart #gift #not my art #traditional art #thank you so much for this!!!!! 💖💖💖 #i love this ( ◜‿◝ )♡ #ask #ask blog #my ask blog #oc ask blog #ask answered #ask response #potato approved! 🥔✨

[aidansghananlitblog]

Week 17 blog

This week, I read pages 230-250 of the book “Transcendent kingdom” by Yaa Gyasi.

This week I think the most important sentence could be found on page 231: It involved my mother not evading my questions; it involved telling me the truth. With this question alone many people already relate. When I think of this I don’t necessarily think the parents are lying, things are just different when you’re a kid. As with gifty, her mother wasn’t always transparent with the things she had to do. Even with her health. Gifty needed her mother to answer whatever she asked honestly so that she could help her. It was something new they were trying in their relationship and really her mother hated it, but gifty feels that she held more cards than she should have had to during her childhood, so it’s only right.

I think another important thing that I read was gifty mentioning that she had always been slow to recklessness, afraid of death and danger. Depending on how you look at it, this could be a good thing. This can make you more careful as a person, more reserved and less likely to do something that’ll land you in trouble, jail, or worse. This can also be a trait that is just shaped by the way you grew up. Gifty mentions that she avoided highschool punching parties and what not, but that later she had began to drink but not for curiosity, for desperation. So although she had been really reserved and slow to recklessness, it made her feel lonely. Maybe some of those behaviors helped connect with others as they were doing the same things. That’s almost pressure.

[pandisordered]

Relapsed Baddies

starting a somewhat altered egg diet? idk i calculated my kcal to reach my ugw by my birthday, considering i'm starting gym tmrw and will be going every day (hopefully) with my new gym buddies!! first time when i have peeps to go jim with lolol so excitedddd

also in case i binge -> fast next day

here's 2 screenshots for reference :p 💞

sw: 87.1 kg

gw: 49 kg (will be happy even at 55, just setting myself for 49 so i go hard)

my main app3tite and m3al cutt3rs will be zero sodas, broth and gum lol; as well as distractions; i quit 🚬 again so i'm tryina not relapse on those lmfao

Stay safe lovelies 🦋💞

reasons:

- to have others compliment me and ask if i lost weight and how

- to have my enemies be jealous of me

- to fit into mall and thrift clothes efortlessly and look cute and dainty in soft grunge

- to have a daintier voice

- for my bf to lift me easily, spin me around, piggyback me, better s€x, be prettier for him etc

- to be pretty and skinny at a wedding this December

- to find it much easier to run my activities at art college (lots of standing up and arm usage, + lots of stairs to get to and from there)

- to ofc make that bi7¢# jealous lmao

- to feel good this autumn & winter & REST OF MY LIFEEE

- pretty & sk!nny privil3ge

- for people to turn their heads and me knowing they can't have me

- to be able to nibble on food in public without feeling ashamed

- to feel light and able, to not run out of breath on the stairs, not have my knees back and joints hurt all the time

- to look cute in pictures

- to be the sk!nny friend

- to silently tell everyone "i told you so 🖕 f<¢k you"

tips:

- if i'm not hungry enough to eat something i hate => i'm not hungry enough to eat

- zero sodas/juices, zero gum, instant broth, sweetened tea

- distractions: chug 0.5L of water (maybe with ice), take a walk, paint nails, look at th!nspo/m3alspo/grunge, watch €d movies, browse thrift stores, hangout, draw, do house/college chores, make gifties for bf, research business idea, watch yt lives, read, m@$turb@t€, call bf, listen to pop/grunge/re××ie music, exercise tattooing, snap hairband on wrist, etc

- take natural la××es

- take b∅dych3cks, take naps, talk to moots

- "i'd kill to look that skinny" well spoiler, girliepop,, i don't need to kill,, i literally just need to stop eating 💀 so do that lmfao

- you're literally eating yourself to death. stop eating yourself to death.

#c🦋 #c🌧️ #c🦋tips #c🦋memes #e🦋 #e🌧️

[sexynetra]

i found this when i was looking for jaida pictures and they both look SO good here that i thought i’d send it too :) and then i forgot until now :) but here ! giftie !! <3

Omg!!! Them!!! They are both soooo precious and I don’t think people appreciate their friendship enough because they’re such a fun duo!!!

I appreciate this so much thank you I will cherish this photo 🥺

#asks #thecollectionsof #jaida essence hall #Jackie cox #they’re both so silly goofy #but also so… smart at the same time? and so politically minded and conscious of the ways different groups experience the world #they both have such important things to say but also are the first to make a silly little gag and goof :) #I would love to hang out with the two of them we’d get along so we #well #everyone knows that I think me and Jackie would be inseparable best friends because we are so similar in our proclivities #and I stand by that #and I just love jaida a lot :)

[makeminemarvel]

2, 5, and 7 for the bookbinding ask meme!

Ty for the ask! ❤️

2) What is your latest binding?

This one, my Hans Christian Andersen one, though I still have another fairy tale one (Disney renaissance themed) printed and ready to go. I love the dreamy cloud paper I found in a local nifty gifty shop, and the blue theme is totally my favourite.

5) When did you get into bookbinding?

In the 2020 quarantine I decided I would like a new hobby and I thought about Inkheart and how rad it made bookbinding seem lmao

7) What’s your favourite type of binding? (coptic, stab, fine, Bradel, etc.)

That's a hard one because they're all good. I like Coptic best for notebooks, and I made a secret Belgian binding notebook that I use as a recipe book (it holds up surprisingly well for such an early effort). Stab binding is good too because it looks sooo cool. One of the earliest books I printed was a copy of Dracula (typeset in ms word so it looks... Not very good and ended up like 400 pages) and I made a mistake and printed it not as booklets so I had to cut each page apart and instead of case binding it, I stab bound it.

If I had to pick one though, I think that Coptic might be the most fun to actually do.

#ty for the ask again! #bookbinding

[sweetbeagaming]

Y’all are gonna kick my ass 🤭 BUT FIRST followers giftie download is coming this week!!!!

The YSAC is a save file only build for now💀 I PROMISE I have a good reason for having some builds this way!

1. Most of the builds I’m not sharing have been expanded by TOOL so basically the lots won’t look finished if you downloaded them.

2. These builds are created and connected to a planned neighborhood story that I’m curating. I want them to be experienced as a whole.

I’m so sorry if I got everyone’s hopes up but pls don’t message me to ask if I’ll upload all of my lots! I hope that whenever V1 one of the save comes out you will be open to enjoying them that way 💕

#this is about YSAC build #I hope you can understand 💛 Tysm

[coralsgrimes]

I finally found the time to watch videos from LA concert. What color is the suit? Light blue? Dark blue? Purple? Lighting makes it look bad although I didn't think it was possible with his ill-fitting suits🙄 like OMG you don't have to have a Hercules body or to be very rich to look good! Buy a suit and take it to a tailor to customize it for you!

Also, I think he should've worn light color (or even white) suit to stand out on the stage, otherwise he blended with background

The troubadour dream suit? Me thinks it was dark blue, kinda like PP pink type experience but in blue if ye know what I mean?

me pretty sure that the suit/s were all gifties from boss or maybe we upped it up to dolce so he won't fucking bother doing anything with them really lol or maybe they were lent (is this the correct form???) then even more so lol

And he wore white back in december, wasn't good either lol