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watermelonlovershigh · 13 days

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i seen a trend online where the girl pretends to have a tampon stuck in her and asks her boyfriend if he's get it out. do you think you could write something like that with harry in it?

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TikTok Prank on Harry /blurb/

AN: i think that trend is very telling on what kind of partner these women have lol. love that trend but some of them i feel are staged. anyways i hope you enjoyed this and make sure to leave your feedback.

This story contains: mentions of a stuck tampon, mentions of blood, fluff, inuidos of sex at the end

{ husband!harry - softrry - no kids - current harry era }

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You decide to do the viral tiktok trend on Harry where you tell him you got your tampon stuck and need his help removing it to see his reaction.

"Harry," you call from the bathroom, "can you come here for a second?" You'd seen this trend on TikTok where these women were pranking their boyfriends or husbands into thinking they got a tampon stuck inside of them to see if their partner would help them retrieve it or not. So of course you had to try this prank out on your husband.

A minute later the bathroom door creaks open and Harry asks, "Yeah?" once he steps fully inside. His view is of you wrapped in a towel, sitting on the closed toilet seat because you were about to take a shower. He thinks you look beautiful right now, but you'd be even more beautiful without that white fluffy towel you have wrapped around your torso.

Looking up innocently at your sweet, sweet husband, you fib, "So um, I kinda have a problem. You see, before my shower I was gonna remove my old tampon but I can't find it."

Harry looks at you with a confused expression. "What'd you mean you can't find it?"

Dragging the lie on, you continue, "The string, Harry. I went to pull it out but the string is gone. It must have went up too far inside me or something."

Now looking concerned, Harry starts, "So...." He's still slightly confused as to what you're needing him to do about your situation.

Huffing out of fake annoyance, you finally ask, "Can you help me? Like see if you can pull it out?" You're not gonna lie, you are kind of scared to know his reaction. He could be one of the sweet and generous partners you see in those videos where he's fully up for helping. Or he could be one of those partners who is disgusted by the idea of helping with that problem.

Without second thoughts, Harry steps closer to you and says, "Oh yeah, of course. Just gonna need you to tell me how far I need to reach my fingers up there." Okay, its confirmed. You did marry the perfect man. He begins to kneel in front of you and pulls his right sleeve up because he really thinks he's needing to help fish out your bloody tampon.

"Baby, baby, baby." you repeat over and over again, looking down with love in your eyes. You've got to stop the lie before it goes too far.

"What? M'gonna help you but you're gonna need to drop the towel and spread your legs." Though it sounds dirty out of context, you know Harry meant that with pure and innocent intent.

You reach forward and place your hands on his shoulders. "Baby, I was kidding. It was a prank. I don't actually have a tampon stuck inside me. I just wanted to tell you that to see if you'd actually help me if I really did have one stuck or not."

Relief washes over Harry's features because though he'd help you in a flash, he also wasn't excited about having to pull out your lost, bloody tampon. "Well of course I would've helped, love. How else would you've gotten it out, besides a trip to the doctors. I'd do anything for you."

You lean over and press a kiss to his lips which accidently makes your towel fall off your body. Harry grabs your hips to stabilize his squatting position and once the kiss turns into something more heated, you pull away and request, "Come get in the shower with me. I'm not actually on my period either."

Without much thinking, Harry quickly stands up and starts to shed his clothes off. He's never gonna pass up the offer of showering with his wife. "My love, I would have gotten in the shower with you even if you were on your period, you know." And when he's fully naked, you stand up from the toilet seat and walk hand in hand into the walk-in shower where your heated kisses continue and much, much more begins.

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sunfyresrider · 11 months

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𝑴𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑳𝒖𝒔𝒕

Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: The story of how you accidentally became fuck buddies with your best friend... who is a werewolf. Tags: Omegaverse, slick, ruts, knots all that stuff. VV minor manipulation, stressed out best friend, begging, cursing, short story mainly smut Author’s Note: This is my first time writing like this so pls be gentle w me. Inspired by a post my queen made a while ago @lovelykhaleesiii Not my best work but it's a filler while I update some other wips and series.

8:30 pm

Aegon was going to be late as usual. In the long years of friendship, you had with him he was never on-time to anything, although neither were you. You sunk into the couch and scrolled through your phone, searching for something to pass the time. At the very worst he would be an hour late, at the best he would be here soon.

9:30 pm

Tiktok was quickly becoming uninteresting and so was any discourse on Twitter you tried to read. The clock ticked on, and Aegon was nowhere to be seen. Your patience was wearing thin, and you couldn't help but wonder what could have possibly caused such a delay. Did something happen to him? Should you reach out to check if he was okay?

10:30 pm

The minutes turned into hours, and fatigue began to set in. Sitting on the couch, your mind drifted to various scenarios, from Aegon getting caught up in an unexpected event to simply forgetting about your plans. Regardless, his disappearance was unusual, even for him. Normally, he would have texted you with an excuse or promised to hang another there.

11:00 pm

As the night grew darker, your concern transformed into frustration. You considered calling or texting Aegon, but a part of you hesitated, not wanting to appear too eager or needy. You were proud, far too proud to let him know he was stressing you the fuck out. Still, you couldn't shake off the worry that something might have gone wrong. You stalked all of his socials, inactive. You tried to check his location, but he turned it off, bastard. You messaged Aemond who politely left you on read, as always.

By now you should accept the fact he’s ghosting you… After years of friendship, it ends like this. What a load of fucking bullshit, a game only Aegon would play. You’re overthinking, maybe he really was hurt or drunk or lost. Too many possibilities raced through your head as you were getting dressed.

12:00 pm

Your anxious nature took over as you stepped into his ancient apartment building made of old brick. In the past he’d been known for going on all types of benders. Even though he had been sober for quite some time it did not quell the thought he may have relapsed. Your worst fears grew more prominent each step you took towards his door. What if he was dead? What if he was missing? What if he really was just ghosting you to fuck another female? All of the above were causing your heart to race and stomach churn.

Bang bang bang

“Aegon! Are you in here?!” you shouted from outside the door, digging into your purse for the spare key. “Aeg! If you don’t answer i'm coming in!” From outside you could hear the sounds of… something inside. You weren’t sure if it was a groan or a moan but neither boded well for you. ‘Fuck it,’ you thought to yourself as you jammed your key into the door. The inside was the same, plain and simple. The black couch still sat in front of the flat screen and the kitchen by the door was completely untouched. As you stalked further inside the small whimpers from his bedroom became more and more clear. He was alive, but he must be with someone else. That almost hurt worse. Even if you were just friends, it was painfully obvious how much you fancied him. You were practically fuming, who the fuck was he with now? Your steps turned into long strides as you neared his door, slamming it open with one hand.

“What the fu-” The scene before you sucked all of the air out of your body. He was alive and… “This isn’t what it looks like!” He jumped, falling off the bed with only a sheet covering him. You were stunned, shocked, confused, and utterly dumbfounded. There he was humping a pillow wi- with a tail? “What the fuck—” you drawled out your words trying to comprehend the situation at hand. There Aegon was, as bare as a baby, with a fluffy tail and ears…

“I can explain, just- just-” Aegon paused to sniff the air, for the first time he noticed your scent. The pheromones you were releasing immediately threatened to drive him crazy. His rut was horrible this year, reaching the worst today. He took to fucking a pillow and was crying trying to ease the pain… You had no idea how much worse you had made it for him by walking inside. Had you been in heat this entire time and it took a transformation for him to notice your sweet smell? It was intoxicating, mind dumbing and exhilarating all at once. His thoughts became a flurry of all the things he wanted with you. Aegon wanted to ravage you, devour you whole and claim you as his mate. Did you even know you were in heat?

He stood up, with the sheet poorly covering his erection. His eyes were blurry with tears and his lips formed into a permanent pout. “I need you- I need your help, just please don’t run.” Your eyes drifted down to his bulge; it isn't wrong you were only human after all! “H-how can I help?” There are no words in any language to describe what you were feeling. You were shocked, scared, turned on, and in awe of the tail wagging behind him. Never in any lifetime did you expect the term “human golden retriever” to become a reality. “It hurts- so so bad.” He whined making slow moves towards you so as to not startle you.

This was odd, he was odd, you were having a fucking fever dream or something. You pointed a finger at his crotch, eyeing him up and down. He nodded his head vigorously and you swore his ears perked up. I can’t fix it without your help.” Was he drooling or was that the tears still falling from his eyes… “w-why?” His voice cracked, “Its- Its a wolf thing.” Ah, he was a werewolf not a dog. He took a step forward and you circled around him, back facing the bed. You weren’t scared, just overwhelmingly confused. Of course, you always wanted him, always thought of him begging but not like this…

Your breath was sucked out of you once more as he fell to his knees, hand gripping at your sides. He stared up at you with the worst case of puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen. “I’ve always wanted you- I’ve always needed you, but I-I was so scared. P-please! Let me prove it to you.” A bit manipulative, but what else could he do? His cock was throbbing, and you were the most beautiful prey he had ever laid eyes upon. “I… ok, I’ll help.”

His eyes turned primal, making you automatically realize there was an error in your decision. Aegon, acting purely on instinct, pounced on you. His weight pushing you fully onto the bed, squirming beneath him as his lips devoured yours. A guttural growl escaping his throat as he grinded himself against your clothed cunt.

Aegon's fingers dug into your thighs as he pulled them apart. His tongue lapped hungrily at your neck, making you shudder as goosebumps erupted across your skin. A moan escaped your lips as his hands moved to rip off your clothes. Of course, he couldn’t just remove them normally. With two quick tears they were gone along with your bra and panties leaving you completely naked under his gaze. Superhuman strength, that’ll take some getting used to.

The feel of his hot breath sent shivers through your body as he moved downwards. He was panting, inhaling the sweet scent of your slick. Aegon needed to taste it, to feel it cover his tongue. His fingers trailed over your cunt before pressing firmly into your slit, causing you to arch upwards. Oh god, were you this wet from him crying?

You felt the tip of his tongue press against your clit. At first it was just a taste, to test if you were as sweet as you smelled. It was better, so much better than anyone could imagine. His mouth pressed firmly against you, Aegon’s tongue mercilessly lapping at your pussy. The way he devouring you drove you insane, sending shocks shooting throughout your entire being.

He began to lap faster at your sensitive flesh, desperate to swallow you whole. He behaved like a man starved and this was his last steak. He didn’t care about anything else; all he cared for was satisfying his hunger. His claws pricked your ass cheeks as he knelt between your legs, forcing you open wider. His tongue dipped into your hole causing your legs to shiver.

"Ahh!" You cried out, buckling as waves of pleasure shot through your core. Your cunt began tightening around nothing as his tongue moved to do circles around your clit. The vibrations of his low growls sending a new pleasure throughout you.

He pulled back, his face glistening with your slick. Aegon licked his lips lazily, as he stared down at you. "Baby," he purred, baring his fangs you did not know existed. "I’m gonna claim you." His words made you blush, wait how was he gonna?

He quickly shoved his lips onto your own, sucking every word out of your mouth. His teeth nipping at your bottom lip as he thrusted his hips forwards, grinding against your slick. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as he prodded at your entrance.

Aegon let go of your face snaking his hands down to your waist… Without notice, he flipped you onto your stomach causing you to yelp. Before you knew it, he was straddling you, one knee on either side of your body. His erection rubbed against the crease between your ass cheeks as he held himself above you.

You looked up at him, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly. He stared at you for confirmation, even in wolf form consent mattered. You nodded, unable to speak. Aegon gave you a feral grin before shoving himself inside you.

"Oh fuck!" You moaned loudly as he pushed deeper, stretching you wide. This wasn't going to be easy. But then again, neither were any of the things Aegon did. He began thrusting harshly, giving you no time to adjust. Each deep push forced another scream to escape your lips until he dropped his full weight on you, pulling your face up by your hair.

Aegon’s head dipped into the crook of your neck, near your collarbone and he fucking bit you. From this point on, you were claimed, forever and always his omega. His movements became rougher as he neared his finish. It felt as if his cock was growing inside you.

Your hands gripped the sheets tightly, as you whimpered and moaned different curses. Your body acting without you as it tightened around him. As if your very essence wanted to give him what he desired most. Allowing him to fill you up and make you his.

"A-A-Aegon!" You screamed out as you came. Your muscles clenching around his shaft. He growled, a real growl this time as his cock began to form a knot, securing himself deep inside you. His arms wrapped unbearably tight around you, squeezing your breasts roughly while he slammed hard into you, burying his cock fully within your womb. Your cunt tightened around his knot as his seed spilled out inside of you.

You landed in unison, slowly he eased his grip on you so you could sink into the bed. “A-Aegon are you going to move?” You were absolutely clueless as to why you were still stuffed to the brim. His cock must have grown which goes against human biology but apparently so did his very existence.

He peppered kisses along your shoulder as he moved to pull you into a spooning position. “We’re gonna be stuck like this for a while.”

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squarebracket-trickster · 2 months

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Sorry guys, rant incoming. I considered deleting this but I put too much effort in.

"girlboss" "girl dinner" "girl math" "boy math" "gen z are making fun of us for wearing x" "here's how to dress like gen z:" "girlies" "girl's night" "boy's night" "me and the boys" "90s kid"

"I don't feel like an adult" "I'm 34 and I can tell you, I still don't feel like an adult either." "My parents seemed like real adults when they were my age." "I still feel like a teenager."

Maybe you'd feel more like an adult if you started calling yourself one. Maybe you'd feel more like an adult if you stopped trying to dress like a teenager. Maybe you should move your bed out from the wall and get a wallet. Maybe find a calendar app that works for you.

You are an adult. Even if you live with your parents. Even if you do part-time shift work at minimum wage. Even if you haven't graduated college. Even if you are single. These are adult things to do. Because you are doing them. And you are an adult. Start treating yourself like an adult. Fake it 'till you make it if you have to.

In other, writing-related, news:

That trend on TikTok of 20-40 something women authors (and writers yet to be published) promoting their books like,

"Omg! I can't believe I've sold X number of copies!! I never thought I would!" "Ahhhh imagine publishing your book and all your dreams come true and now you get to meet famous authors and work with big names in the industry!!" "Would you read a book where [proceeds to list a bunch of oversaturated tropes that tell me nothing about the actual plot]?"

It reeks of infantilization. If you didn't believe anyone would want to read your book, why should I? You made it on the NYT bestseller list! Stop acting like a mega-fan who got to meet a celebrity. You are their peer! "Would you read a book--" What if I wouldn't? Why does it matter to you what I think of your book? And for the love of god stop hiding behind tropes you know are already popular. "Here is my book: This is what it is about." Have some goddamn confidence.

It is fine to mention in passing "this idea was really far-fetched so I didn't know if it would appeal" or "I was struggling with self-esteem when I wrote this". It's fine to fan a little bit. It's fine to discuss the tropes in your book. But why are you building your brand as an author off of your inferiority complex? You are using your poor self-esteem as a marketing tactic to seem "humble" and "relatable" but it's coming across as unprofessional and desperate for reassurance. You are an adult. You are competent. The more you act like it the more you will believe it.

And of course, I haven't seen a man promote his book this way...

On another note, do any of the 20-40 something women writers who do "write with me" videos on TikTok actually enjoy writing or are they just doing it for the aesthetic?

They all have gorgeous minimalism writing spaces full of white and pink and a macbook beneath a window. Their makeup is done and they are conventionally pretty to start with. But their entire video is just them talking about how little progress they made, how many pages they deleted, how often they got distracted, how frustrated they are. And like, yeah. We all have those days. But what about the good lines you can't wait to share? The days when the words just flow? The cool stuff you learned while researching? Why don't you ever make videos about that?

Is this some other attempt to seem "relatable" by only talking about the "bad" side of writing? Because again, it's coming across as lacking confidence at best and, at worst, that you don't actually know how to write. And that is not the brand you want as an author.

Again, its always women. Why must women market their self-esteem issues in order to sell their art? Why must we be perpetually awestruck children (girlies, book girls) in over our heads?

#also why do I get the sense these women are selling a lifestyle more than they are actually promoting their own books?#I feel like someone more qualified than me could link this to modelling good christian gender roles #and cultural conformity or something #it isn't lost on me how much of this is about trying to seem humble #and how much validation is tied to protestant success and hard work ideas #is this where the indoctrination starts?#give us 'role models' as influencers #also Alex Aster of Lightlark fame is the WORST for this #her content makes me physically sick to watch #and again interesting that it is pretty widely agreed on at this point that she is an industry plant #interesting that the industry plant is leaning so heavy on the humility and infantilization of women tactics #as though appealing to protestant christians is a major concern of the industry #what's that about? is it just sales? or is it related to those evangelical groups trying get books banned?#how much influence does conservative christian america have within the trad pub industry?#maybe I am really reaching here idk #I don't have any sources #it's just speculation I am open to be proven wrong

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landoncrris · 2 years

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Lia FML please write a smut about coming back from preseason. Or just a blurb but fuck that was good

make up for lost time - mason mount x reader

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warnings: 18+ minors dni. unprotected sex, hair pulling, nipple play, oral (f receiving), spitting, cum play, dirty talk, praise kink, teasing, slapping, choking,,,

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You've been waiting all day for Mason to finally come home from pre-season in America. Since you woke up, time passed terribly slowly, even though you tried to distract yourself by cleaning the whole house and preparing everything to cook Mason’s favourite meal for the next day. But when the clock finally read 8pm, the time he had told you he would be home, you went downstairs after drying your hair in the bathroom.

You sat down on the stairs, dressed only in one of his T-shirts, a red lace bra and matching panties underneath. Something you had ordered especially for that day while he was away, because you could think of nothing else but him finally coming home again. And since he had promised you on the phone that he would fuck your brains out the first night he was back, you thought that would be the perfect opportunity and hopefully a nice surprise for him.

You were busy watching some Tiktoks on your phone, but as soon as you heard a car pull up the driveway, you got up and put your phone on the small table next to the front door. It seemed like an eternity before he finally unlocked the door and entered, but the moment he did, you immediately wrapped your arms tightly around his waist and nestled your head in its usual place just below his chin. This caused his trolley and backpack, which he was holding in his hands, to fall loosely to the floor, and he too wrapped his arms around you with a sweet laugh.

“Hi baby.” he mumbled into your hair. His voice made you look up, his features, which you had only seen through the screen of your phone for the last two weeks, made butterflies rise in your stomach. Your smile matched his, except he had the cute dimples on either side of his cheek. Instead, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders now and whispered a “hi” back before pressing your lips firmly together. The feel of his tongue immediately demanding entry and his hands gripping your waist caused a heat to rise in your body, and the need to feel him even closer grew quickly.

“I missed you so much, Mase.” you murmured into the kiss, to which he only hummed in agreement. But he too felt the same need for you, despite the fact that he had just been on a plane for hours, he felt like he would explode if he didn’t have you right at that moment. Which was why he put his hands on your waist and pressed your back against the nearest wall, making you gasp, your lips separating as you both needed a second to breathe.

You then tugged at the zip of the Chelsea jacket he was wearing, opened it quickly and, with his help, shrugged it off his shoulders. Then you also tugged at the white T-shirt he was wearing underneath and pulled it up as far as possible so that he took the hint and pulled it over his head. As soon as it hit the floor, his hands went to your waist again, but this time under your T-shirt, causing him to he catch a glimpse of your red underwear, which made him smirk.

“You’re so handsome.” you whispered, running your fingertips over his chest as you admired the way his nipples stood perk and his perfectly defined abs, as well as the championsleague tattoo on his side, which view you had missed more than anything. His tan was also stronger than the last time you had seen him, and all of that made you want him even more. When you looked at his face, he still had a smirk on his face, coming closer and wanting to connect your lips again. But instead, you turned your head away and pressed soft kisses to his neck before sinking to your knees, still pressing kisses on your way, down to the waistband of his sweatpants.

“I still have to reward you for that goal you scored.” you smiled, pulling them down so that they gathered at his feet, leaving only his boxers in your way. He was about to protest before you started stroking him through the fabric, causing him to throw his head back with a groan. He was already rock hard in them, as he probably had been the whole flight just thinking about you.

“Please, baby, I just want to fuck you right now.” he said, meeting your gaze. But his behavior quickly changed when you just grinned and continued to kiss his tip over the fabric of his boxers. He then pulled you up with one hand in your hair and turned you around in one swift motion, so that you had to brace yourself against the wall with your hands. “Are you going to let me do that or what?” he breathed close to your ear, knowing exactly what effect he was having on you as he could feel you trembling under his touch.

“That’s what I thought.” he said, after you had nodded in response to his question, struggling to talk as you felt him press against your bottom. Your head turned to look at him as you heard his boxers fall to the floor as well, the tip of his cock bright red and a few droplets of cum already leaking out even though you hadn’t really touched him yet. You pleaded with your eyes as he pushed your panties aside, allowing him access. Although he didn’t need much convincing because he wanted it as much as you did. Causing him to bottom out with one thrust, making you moan loudly, your forehead falling against the wall, no longer used to feeling him inside you.

“Fuck, i know, baby.” he groaned, gripping tightly on to your hips as he could barely move with you clenching around him so tightly. He put one of his hands around you and touched your clit through your underwear, smirking as he heard you gasp his name. He then began to slowly thrust in and out of you, while the other hand touched your tits and occasionally rolled your nipples between thumb and forefinger. All these sensations made you whimper loudly and push your hips back to meet his thrusts, because he felt so good inside you, wanting to signalize him to fuck you even harder, as you couldn’t get a word out.

Though your whimpers turned into pants, when he suddenly stopped moving, his tip sitting against your cervix as his forehead fell against your shoulder. “You feel so fucking good, I can’t last.” he breathed harshly too, biting lightly into the skin of your shoulder as you pushed your hips back so he was as deep inside you as possible while you tried to form a proper sentence.

“I don’t care.” you gave your best in moving your hips yourself so he knew you needed him to keep moving, which needonly increased each time he whimpered against your skin, “Please fill me up, Mason.” and with that, he pulled out of you almost completely before thrusting into you again, making you cry out and your knees buckle beneath you. He was now holding onto your hips again, trying to reach his climax while his head was right next to yours, his moans and groans making you even wetter with each passing second.

“Fuck, I missed fucking you so much.” Mason moaned, now picking up an even faster pace. The moment he hit your G-spot, you clenched tightly around him with a moan of his name, causing his hips to stutter before he reached his high. His cum coated your walls as he continued to curse and moan right next to your ear. You were both panting hard, and you could already feel him getting hard inside you again. But he still pulled out of you and turned you around in one swift movement before his lips met yours and he pulled you away from the wall, walking you towards the stairs so he could put you down on one of the steps.

As soon as you were seated, he knelt between your legs, your kiss being interrupted by you taking off your T-shirt to finally reveal what you were wearing underneath. You were sure Mason’s eyes were threatening to pop out of his head. A moan left his lips and his face immediately came forward to kiss the valley of your breasts as he held your thighs open with his hands. The wet kisses he pressed to your skin made you whimper, already close to your climax from the way he was fucking you, so all you needed now was for him to make you cum, even though you also loved when he took his time with you.

“God, you drive me crazy, you know that?” Mason half moaned as you pressed your tits even closer to his face, by arching your back. In response, he finally slid further down the stairs, his head level with your already dripping pussy. His cum mixed with your wetness in your panties, which made him smile as he took them off, leaving your bare bottom in front of him. He slid two of his fingers between your folds before taking them between his lips and licking them clean with a hum, keeping eye contact with you and watching you squirm before him.

“Tastes even better than I remembered.” he said, and his gaze wandered between your legs again, seeing a little bit of his cum dripping out of you. He leaned down to you and lap up your mixed juices, and just before you thought he was going to give you what you wanted, he pulled away again. Mason’s fingers tapped your cheek while he hovered over you, quietly telling you to open your mouth. When you did, he spat what was left on his tongue into your mouth and watched in awe as your eyes rolled back at the taste.

“Good girl.” Mason smirked and went between your legs again, but kept eye contact with you. His nose brushed your clit, just like he knew was driving you crazy. That proved true as you bucked your hips up desperately, so he finally gave in and stopped teasing you. He began circling your clit with his tongue, parting your folds with his fingers for better access. He hummed at your taste, the vibrations making your head fall back, your hand reaching for the bar of the stairs beside you, for there was nothing else near you.

To make you cum as quickly as possible — after teasing you for what felt like an eternity — he pushed two fingers inside you in addition to his tongue against your clit. The rest of his sperm and the fact that you were so wet made the squelching sounds even louder than usual, almost echoing through the hallway, which was driving him crazy.

“Come on baby, show me how much you missed me.” he mumbled before sucking on your clit, your back arching and a cry leaving you at the sensation. With a good suck of his lips and his fingers curling perfectly inside you, your legs began to tremble around him, your stomach tightening as you felt yourself tumble over the edge. You moaned his name over and over, your hips grinding against his face as he didn’t stop his movements until your moans quietened again. He let you cool down from your orgasm, pressing soothing kisses to your thigh and lower stomach. Until he heard you murmur something he didn’t quite understand, lifting his head to see you already looking down at him with still lustful eyes.

“Huh?”

“Bed.” you repeated yourself, this time a little louder so he could hear. That made him chuckle, standing up so he could pull you up by your hands too. He told you to jump so he could carry you up the stairs and into bed, as you had asked him to do, since the stairs were far too uncomfortable for what you wanted to do. The moment he laid you down on the bed, you turned him over, smiling as he complained.

“Just let me make you feel good, Mase.” you whispered against his lips, kissing them once before kissing your way along his jaw. Your hand wandered between the two of you, jerking him off slowly until you regained your strength. When you did, you pressed one last kiss to his lips before turning around so that you were hovering over his cock with your back to him. And he could have sworn he died for a second at the new sight, his gaze fixed on your arse as his hands moved to your hips. But instead of guiding him inside you, you rocked your hips back and forth, spreading your wetness all over him, making you whimper whenever it touched your clit.

“Don’t tease, baby.” he groaned, but as you continued he gave you slap after slap on both arse cheeks, a clear sign that he could just take control again whenever he wanted. Which turned you on even more, so you did as he asked, lining him up with your entrance before slowly sliding down on his dick. You both moaned when he was all the way inside you again. Supporting yourself with your hand on his thighs, you slowly gyrated your hips, feeling him so deep inside you that you felt like crying.

“God you feel so good like that, Y/N.” he was already panting heavily, his chest rising and falling in short bursts while his mouth was hung open. You grinned to yourself, knowing he loves it when you ride him, but even more so now because you’ve never done it like this before. His words gave you a brief boost of confidence so you started bouncing on him instead, whereupon you felt his grip on your hips tighten as he cursed loudly behind you.

“Yeah?” you asked, your own voice sounding breathless now as he felt perfect inside you. You even felt the vein that adorned his side against your walls, as well as the way he twitched every other second.

“Fuck, yeah.” he breathed, he too was close to his orgasm, but you were still moving too slow, wanting to delay it as long as possible. But Mason had other ideas, he pulled you down harshly so that you were lying with your back on his chest, through which you could feel his heart beating heavily against you. His hand moved to your neck, squeezing there gently and without warning he began to thrust up into you. Making you cry out loudly, leaning your head back against his shoulder as the sound of skin slapping against skin grew much louder too.

“You like it when I fuck you like this, don’t you, love?”

“Yes, fuck— please don’t stop.” your hand found his wrist, the other gripped the sheets hard as he now hit your G-spot repeatedly. Your brain began to go foggy with the lust that was coursing through your body, which only increased as his fingers once again found your clit, moved them rapidly back and forth. You could no longer understand a single word he said as he praised you again and again, and without you being able to ask if you could cum, your high washed over you, stars appearing in front of you as your eyes rolled back. You could barely register his moans and groans either, nor how he came inside you right after you for the second time tonight.

“You did so good for me, Y/N.” he said after a few moments of you both breathing heavily into the air. His hand left your neck, brushing the hair from your face and kissing your temple as you hummed. You turned your head to look up at him and give him a small, tired smile that widened as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

“Think you can take another round? We still have to make up for lost time.”

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brighter-by-the-daly · 1 year

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Rachel Daly x Millie Bright x Reader

Part Five - So Far Removed

Posted:28/04/23, Edited: 26/09/23

The door to the plane tunnel closed as you soaked in the last glimpse of your girlfriend from the other side. Your heart sunk a little as the reality set in, you’d taken the piss out of Rachel the whole journey now here you are moping yourself. The hands of Millie landing on your shoulders suddenly jolting you out of the impending funk “come on bestie! We’re gonna have so much fun!” linking her arm in yours and trotting towards the plane. As you neared the door Chelsea’s social media person was there filming the players file onto the plane “sorry can you get out the shot so we can just get Bright?” Dropping the link between you but Millie immediately stopped your arm from leaving hers as soon as she felt your grip loosen. “Err, no if you want me you gotta get my best friend too!” the captain remarked as she shuffled you onto the plane without giving it a second thought. Your mouth dropped wide open at the sight of what was inside the metal shell, earning yourself an elbow to the ribs. “What, you never seen a private plane before?” Millie smirked “mate, I’ve never had extra leg room before, let alone a private jet!” you exclaimed as she showed you to your seat next to hers. “So this is a taster for the World Cup is it?” you said pressing all the buttons and playing with everything like a child. “Oh the England jet is sooo much better! This is nothing!” Millie nonchalantly announced. “THIS is nothing to you?! Oh to be a footballer!” you scoffed and rolled your eyes as you flopped into your chair, immediately kicking the recliner back. “The last time I was on a plane someone screamed at me for putting my chair back! That was barely an inch!” leaning back fully until your chair was practically flat. “You’re cute” Millie gushed at your naïveté, “you’re spoilt!” you hit back at her remarks. Your reality and hers so far apart you were practically on different planets as you gawped at the plane staff putting your bags in the locker for you. “Smile!” she shouted as she shoved her phone in your face - ‘honorary team member’ she posted.

Falling asleep almost immediately you were woken almost an hour later by Millie prodding you “hey, I didn’t get you on this plane to sleep!” poking you repeatedly until you sat up. “We got TikToks to make.. Oh, and Rach text you” she said still as loud and bouncy as ever. Asking how you’d received texts as you’re still in the air she said she’d taken the liberty of logging you onto the complimentary WiFi. You stared at her unbelievably, this is how the other half lives aih? You asked what she had lined up for you, she spoke about a few ideas and before you knew it you were at the back of the plane learning dances. It must be exhausting being her team mate, she just does not stop - even with a dodgy knee!

Another hour passed when you landed in Barcelona, stepping out of the plane the hot air hit you like a brick wall, quickly pulling your jumper off and letting the sun rays soak you up. This is exactly what you needed after a long, harsh English winter - you couldn’t wait to plop your bikini cad arse on a sun lounger!

After checking in to your hotel room you threw your suitcase onto the bed, immediately rummaging through everything to unpack. Finding your new bikinis and putting one on before flopping onto the bed to FaceTime Rach to let her know you had arrived safely. The call didn’t last long as she started acting jealous again, hanging up with love and jokes so she knew you loved her but enjoyed the luxury of being able to switch her off this time. Grabbing your towel and lotion you wasted no time getting straight to the pool, finding a perfect lounger to station yourself at to get lost in your book. Finishing a few chapters when someone blocked the sunlight to your body, looking over your sunglasses to see that Millie had found you - there goes the peace and quiet! Cocktails in hand she parked herself on the lounger next to you, she talked about how the Man City girls are out here too and asked if we wanted to go out with them tonight. Of course you were up for this and started planning what outfit to wear in your head. Surprisingly enough, Millie had also bought a book with her and laid with you to read a few more chapters while getting a good start on your tan.

Before heading back to you grabbed a bite to eat together then shuffled back to your room to shower and wash your hair. Running to Millie’s room still in your towel to sit on the balcony and dry off together, eating and pre drinking your way into the evening. When you were nicely tipsy you bought all your things to her room to get ready together - the music was loud, the drinks were flowing and before you knew it it was time to go. Stepping out of the bathroom after getting changed you could feel your friend’s eye on you “god (y/l/n), you have no business looking that hot!” Trying to disguise the smile that was etched on your face as you weren’t expecting those words to leave her mouth, “not bad yourself Brighty!” you tried to play it off. Rach had already said that if it feels right go for it but to tell her everything after, so you weren’t completely off the table to each other while you were away. Snapping a few photos and sending them to Rach before heading into town to meet Ellie, Alex, Chloe and Demi in a karaoke bar. Later that evening Lucy and Keira made an appearance too.

Part Six - FWB 🔞

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heart4gyu · 1 year

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friends date pt.2 || nicholas x reader

note: finally right? it’s been like ages since pt.1 but i finally got around to finishing this ^_^ hope you enjoy give me some feedback i always love to hear it !! (also i didn’t proofread i just wanted to post this already aaah)

wc: 2,533 words

as you walked along side each other, you tried to stay involved in the conversation but you really couldn’t stop thinking of what your mom had said. ‘make him your boyfriend already’ she had to be joking. how could she say that? he was your best friend, for years, basically your whole life. and in what way did y’all act like a couple? you literally just acted like friends… whatever, just let it go, she doesn’t understand. no one needed to understand your relationship with nicholas except you and him, and that’s all you needed. “you okay?” he said, interrupting your thoughts. “hm? oh yeah i’m fine, my mom was just being… weird,” you said, laughing it off awkwardly. “oh uh, you wanna talk about it?” he offered but you just shook your head and he let it go. he knew you well enough to know that if you wanted to tell him you would, sooner or later.

you tried to not think about it too much because you knew he’d notice. “so where are we going this time?” you asked, trying to get back to your usual self. "hmm..." he started, staring up at the sky pretending to think about it, "it's a surprise." you chuckled, looking down at the ground, and he looked down at you beside him with the sweetest smile that you just so happened to miss. "oh i bet i’ll be so surprised,” you said, sarcastically. there really wasn’t anywhere you hadn’t taken each other. after all these years, you knew every single one of each others favorite spots. but you could never get bored of any of them, or maybe you’d just never get bored of him…"come on, we're almost there," he said, holding his arm out for you to link yours. you hesitated but took his offer quickly, giving him a smile as to not give yourself away. he always did that, that's how you always walked with him, especially in crowded places. it's normal, friends link arms. you and nicholas are friends who link arms. though, what wasn’t quite normal, was the feeling in your stomach when his skin came into contact with yours. not to be cliche but you felt butterflies in your stomach as you walked so closely to him.

the walk after that wasn’t too long. everything in the city was pretty close, you tried to figure out where he was taking you. you’d already passed up most of your favorite arcades, so no, and the science museum was your favorite but he passed it up too. the zoo wasn’t too far from here just on the other side of the big local park in the center of downtown. “hey, i said surprise, stop trying to figure it out,” he said, waving a hand in front of your face. you laughed, swatting his hand away, “okay okay.” “it’s this way,” he said, turning toward where the zoo was. maybe you were right, you hadn’t been to the zoo in a while. you smiled to yourself, proudly, there hadn’t been a time when you hadn’t guessed correctly where he was taking you. then he suddenly came to a stop, and was pulling the door of a huge building open. “wait- i thought we were going to the zoo,” you said, kind of off guard. he smiled, “nope, you guessed wrong. one point for me.” you rolled your eyes and looked around still trying to figure out where he’d brought you. you’d never been here before and the building was unfamiliar, despite you and nicholas having seen most of the city. the lights were dim and it was cold, you could make out waves and ripples painted onto the wall though. “here, sit here while i get our passes,” he said, walking you over to a bench at the side of the room. he got in line and your gaze found the reception desk, finally noticing to blue led letters behind the employees. aquarium. you smiled to yourself, feeling a blush rise up in your cheeks. you had sent him a tiktok a couple weeks ago of one of the biggest aquariums in the world. it was beautiful and you added that you had never been to one before. but honestly you thought he didn’t take the time to watch all the tiktoks you sent him daily or even read your replies. you almost teared up at the thought of someone caring so much.

a couple minutes passed before he came back holding both wristbands in his hand. when you noticed him coming back, you stood up taking a couple steps toward him. you smiled shyly, and he returned it taking your hand to put your wristband on. “were you surprised?” he asked, looking up at you while he adjusted the band. “yeah, i’ve never been to an aquarium before,” you said, smiling fondly at him. “i know, i remember you told me so i wanted to be the first one to bring you,” he said, handing you his band. his hand was warm when you brought it up to wrap the band around his wrist. “hm, well who else would want to bring me,” you scoffed, lightheartedly. you kept your head low to hide the embarrassment dusting your cheeks, but the look he had in his eyes was not one of pity. he looked at you with stars in his eyes, you’d have to be an idiot to not see how much he adored you. you looked back up at him once you were finished, taking a step away from him toward the double doors. but he stopped you, taking hold of one of your hands, pulling you back a bit. “y/n, anyone would be happy to bring you,” he said, taking a step toward you. he looked at you and you could tell he wanted to say something but he didn’t. he stared at his hand holding yours, then intertwined your fingers. you felt goosebumps from his hand being completely connected to yours. “guess i just always get to be the lucky one,” he said, looking back up at you. your faces only an inch or two away from each other but neither of you moved away for a couple of seconds. you’d never felt tension like this, not with him at least. you kind of hoped he’d lean in some more, or confess something to you in that moment. he backed up and gave you a small smile, and you couldn’t quite read the look in his eyes as he walked you through the entrance.

it was nice, there wasn’t too many people but just enough to fill the silence with quiet conversations. there was a long hallway with marine life facts before the first room. once you entered, the first tank was huge, taking up the whole wall. there was a family and a couple in the room with you. the kids sitting pointing up at the tank and the couple sitting on a bench, leaning into each other. you looked down at your intertwined hands again. finally you looked up into the tank and it was almost like you were inside the tank because of how large it was. you watched the fish make their rounds around the tank, the larger animals taking longer than the small ones. you gasped softly when you saw a small shark making it’s way around. “look, a shark,” you said, only loud enough for him to hear. you pointed excitedly with the hand that wasn’t holding his. “want a picture with it?” he said, letting go of your hand and scooting back quickly when you nodded. he took out his phone and you posed pointing up at the shark before it could move away. he snapped a few, then looked down at his phone, satisfied. he moved beside you to show you the pictures, placing his other hand on your back as you swiped through. you flinched at his touch but not enough for him to notice. what was up with you today? he was always like this with you. both of you were, you were both touchy. but friends are touchy, it’s fine that’s how people show their love. but if you were only his friend and he was like this with you does that mean he’s like this with his other friends? no. no this is not jealousy. you weren’t jealous because he’s just your friend. and it’s okay if he’s touchy with you and it’s okay if he’s touchy with his other friends too… except you still felt somewhat bothered by the thought. you looked up at him and he looked back at you, staying like that for a second. you were close again, really close and you felt yourself leaning towards him. in that moment you almost forgot where you were and that there were other people in the room with you. you blushed again as you took a step back, “uh yeah, they look nice,” you said, hurriedly walking past him, toward the next room.

you spent the rest of your time avoiding his touch, like when your hands brushed past each other as you walked or when you both tried to pet the same stingray. and of course, he noticed. he noticed something was off since he picked you up but he didn’t want to force you to tell him. “you sure you’re okay?” he said, sitting beside you on the small wooden bench. you had decided to stop and take a break, finding vending machines near the bathrooms. he handed you a water bottle and you drank from it before answering. “yeah i’m fine,” you smiled at him as you handed him the bottle. he nodded, as he took a sip from it too. indirect kiss. you looked away, hoping the heat in your cheeks wasn’t too obvious. “the hallway before the last room is made completely of glass, like a semi-cylinder, i think you’ll really like it,” he said, as he stood. he held his hand out for you to grab it so you did. “you’ve been here before?” you asked, feeling shy all of sudden. “yeah, my mom brought me a couple of times,” he said, leading you towards the next area. you nodded, but for some reason, you felt relieved. the doorway leading into the hallway that nicholas mentioned was glowing, much brighter than the rest of the aquarium. once you stepped in you were in awe, it was like nothing you’d ever seen before. the fish were swimming all around you and the water cast these wonderful shadows onto the floor beneath you. “it’s beautiful,” you said, as you continued walking. he stayed behind as you went on, not knowing where to look. too many colorful animals and plants to choose from. you reached up trying to touch the curving glass above you but you could just barely graze it. “yeah, beautiful,” he said, but when you looked back at him he wasn’t looking up at the tank like you were. he was looking at you. you both blushed when you made eye contact for a split second. then both of you looked away abruptly, trying to find anything else to look at.

you made it through the hall and into the last room. looking around quickly, and taking a couple pictures. but when you exited the aquarium, you didn’t hold hands or link arms like you usually did. you just walked silently, side by side, onto the deck outside. it looked over the ocean and the sun was setting as you made it out. you both stopped at the edge to watch the sunset, folding your arms over the wooden rail. “did you call me beautiful in there?” you finally spoke after a few minutes of silence. he groaned, hiding his face in his hands. “i couldn’t help it, i’m sorry, it was weird,” he said, his face still buried in his hands and you laughed. “no it wasn’t weird… it was kinda sweet,” you said and he looked back up at you. he watched your face for any sign that you didn’t really mean it but you just smiled. “… no one’s ever said that to me,” you said, making him raise his eyebrows, beyond shocked. “like ever? how?” he said, standing up straight from his previous hunched over position. “well just my parents or friends when i’m all dressed up, but never just like that,” you said, looking down at the water under the deck. the sun was gone now just leaving the moons reflection on the dark water, but you could still see and hear the small waves washing in. “well you are beautiful… everyday, just like that,” he said, turning his body to face you now. you just smiled at him with your head resting on your hand. he knew you weren’t good at taking compliments, never really believed anyone when they praised you. you always have half-hearted ‘thank you’s or smiles that didn’t reach your eyes. so when he took a step into your personal space and placed a hand under your chin, he just wanted to show you that he was being genuine from the bottom of his heart. “i really mean it y/n,” he said, looking directly into your eyes. the bright, yellow lights that were hung across the pier making your eyes shine just slightly more than they usually did. he didn’t just think you were beautiful, he knew it and he was mesmerized by you right now just like he always was. your chest felt tight as you placed your hand above his on your cheek, leaning into his warmth. you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, and when you looked up at him again, you were sure. with your other hand, you pulled him down until his lips came into contact with yours. and you kissed him, like you never thought you’d want to kiss anyone. his lips were soft and gentle as they moved against yours. after a minute, he pulled away and placed your hand on his chest. “my heart’s gonna explode,” he said, making you laugh because his heart was in fact beating so fast. he placed his forehead on yours and closed his eyes, unable to contain the smile that remained on his lips. “you don’t know how long i’ve waited for you to do that,” he said, barely above a whisper. so you kissed him again, this time more passionately. “then i won’t ever make you wait again,” you replied, just as quietly. now he took his turn to kiss you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he smiled into the kiss. and when you lost count of how many times he kissed you and you kissed him, he walked you home. with your arm wrapped around his except this time it wasn’t in a “friends” way and you didn’t even try to deny it. you leaned into him and he kissed the top of your head and every single thing about this felt right. the only thing you were worried about now was how you would explain this all to your mom…

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blanketforcas · 10 months

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A guide to real-person shipping and tinhatting

Most of this can be applied to general tinhatting but I will mainly be focusing on RPS and using examples from cockles fandom. This is based on my experience and what I’ve personally come across. Examples I use are merely illustrative and not meant as shade to anyone.

Let’s get some ethics of rps out of the way first

*disclaimer: this is what I would advise, I know opinions on this do vary

Try to keep it off main as much as possible (ie twitter, tiktok). You can’t always escape the algorithm, some stuff does get seen by the actors. Every actor’s comfort level with this is different, but as a general rule let's say tinhatting stays on tumblr or group chats

Try to avoid stating something as truth unless you’re quoting the actors

This goes without saying, but don’t ever mention the ship to the actors and if they bring it up themselves, don’t forget that’s not a free pass to just say whatever

Now, moving on to some pitfalls and tips

Do some basic research

Is this tweet/post reflecting the truth? Do multiple sources confirm this? Is there video? What was the context? What is happening right before and right after this particular moment? Does that change how you think about it?

When you see a picture you haven’t seen before, are you sure it’s not a manip? Use reverse image search and if nothing comes up, try to look up the event using key words to see if you can find the picture. If it’s hard to find and friends can’t help you either, it’s probably a manip. Obviously also look for signs within the picture itself (strange lines/different lighting on one person/missing limbs etc)

Are you projecting?

We all do it! It’s normal, just try to be aware when you’re doing it. Sometimes actors might indeed be similar to you when it comes to [whatever your theory is about], sometimes not at all. Fact remains you’re more likely to run with it when it’s something you do or feel yourself. Try to ask some friends what they would do/how they would react and maybe you’ll find out it’s less common or obvious than you think.

Confirmation bias is one hell of a drug

It’s surprising how easily a pattern can be found if you actively try to find one. Try to keep thinking critically: do I too quickly add something to the list of evidence because I really want my theory to be true? Does it really belong in that pile or could there be another reason why X happened the way it did?

The more effort it requires to make your theory sound plausible, the less likely it is to be true

Does it need a lot of explanation? Are you having to find a lot of excuses when an alternative explanation is presented? Are there inconsistencies in your theory that are difficult to explain away?

These are all red flags and should make you question the validity of your theory.

You as a fan are always going to be far more invested than any of these actors will ever be

Whether it’s about the show they are on or their social media behaviour, you will always care more and inevitably find details that weren’t put there intentionally.

No, the actors aren’t constantly leaving clues about the show you love (“you’re not crazy” tweets aside) in their everyday posts, they are just living their lives and sharing it.

And no, actors aren’t hiding secret and very obscure messages in their posts about how their relationship is real. They will simply quote Casablanca on the other person’s birthday and assume you get the memo

Remember they aren’t as obsessed with us as we are with them

This ties into the previous point about hiding secret messages. It’s a consequence of parasocialising which is something I talk about later in this guide.

Actors may or may not care a lot about us as people/as a fandom, and sometimes they do like to play with us in a general lowkey sense, but they aren’t looking for a “special” group of people who Get It. They aren’t putting in the time and effort to find a way to communicate with us on some secret code level. An example within cockles fandom I’ve seen is the stoplight system (if you don’t know what I’m talking about, this was an idea proposed by a fan via text messages that Misha could use red/yellow/green to communicate how loud we could be about cockles – the day after, the official Gish account’s activity was seen as possible confirmation Misha actually adopted the method).

Which leads me to my last point:

Watch out for conspiracy thinking

I know, I know. It’s kind of in the name. Tinhatting implies some sort of conspiracy, but this is a bit too simple when it comes to RPS and especially cockles – where you have two people who make a lot of references themselves and like to have fun with it. There’s different levels of tinhatting one can do, my goal is just to try to make you more aware of some of the red flags and pitfalls that I’ve mentioned throughout this post.

Okay maybe one final point about mental health

You’re more susceptible to falling for some of these things if you’re parasocialising hard. It’s something we are all familiar with because how else did we end up in this dumpster in the first place?

It doesn’t need to be problematic – it’s almost inevitable and comes with being a fan. With tinhatting It’s important to check in with yourself from time to time how much you care about a particular theory and why you find it so important.

More generally when you find yourself spending more and more time in these fandom spaces – ask yourself if there’s something else you’re avoiding or feelings you’re repressing that need to be dealt with. Reach out to friends (those can and do include the people you spend all that time discussing RPS with), try to distance yourself a bit etc. Take a step back if needed.

With all that being said, you can still do whatever you want and make your own judgement. I just hope this can help at least one person to be more cognizant of how they engage with RPS. I know I’ve personally fallen for some of the traps and I learned and still learn along the way.

Yes, this is a little bit silly, it’s a silly subject matter. The reason I care so much and wrote this guide anyway, is not just because I like tinhatting to be believable (cause I do, I can’t deny that) but also because a lot of these critical thinking skills are helpful in for example preventing people from falling for actually dangerous conspiracy theories, cults and cult-like group structures, and toxic relationships.

Now I feel like I ended on such a serious note but I want to emphasise of course the most important part of RPS is to have fun – and this is hopefully just a tiny toolbox for when you want to do more of a deep dive.

Happy rps'ing!

#cockles #here it is the guide that no one asked for #but yall enabled me anyway

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get-rammed · 1 year

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hi ram!! ik you got bored of fnaf so would it be ok to get the deets on your monty series on tiktok? i dont wanna pressure you into making any content but i wanna know what happens so bad

Eventually I'll get around to finishing part 3.

But ye here we go.

It would follow the anon as they heal while working in the daycare.

Starting with like a flash of the anon walking away and then dealing with legal crap. NDA's and the likes. This isn't the first time an animatronic has gone rogue so they'd prefer if this stayed quiet. Paying the anon to keep working there and shrug it off.

Following as they box up all their Monty merch and art he's drawn/made with them. Leave it in a closet. But they can't bear to lock the plush away, so it sits on the floor near their bed.

When they go back to work it follows them as they explain to Chica's Handler how things with Monty go. His needs and what to watch for. None of the other Handlers are aware of the truth. As far as they know his jaw malfunctioned while the anon was working on him. So there's no reason for anyone to be afraid. Warning them to immediately tell anyone if he seems like he's going to hurt someone. She's confused at their concern, but acknowledges she'll keep an eye out.

We'd follow the anon as they meet Dawn, the daycare attendents Handler. She has a robotic left hand. An "accident" that occurred with the failed Project Starlight (my Security Monty). So she knows immediately what actually happened and forces the truth out. As with her, nobody knows the truth. Just knows she lost her hand and the security Monty project was canned.

She explains she avoids the show animatronics since they're too much. Where both attendents are quieter and mindful of her and her anxieties. She only keeps working with Fazbear due to the same NDA and contracts the anon has signed. Good money, but they must both face their trauma each day.

Then it'd be a slide show essentially of the anon in the daycare for a few months. Their casts going away and down to bandages to show the passage of time. With moments of Monty looking nervous but trying to be entertaining in the day care. The attendents are hovering around the anon to make sure they're okay.

There would be a break in here for Dawn to be having a smoke while the anon is eating their lunch. Dawn asks since they're almost healed, would they be going back? When a familiar gator shaped shadow appears. It panics the anon for a second, but it's just Chica's (and currently Monty's as well) Handler dressed in a Monty suit saying of COURSE they're coming back as soon as they're healed. So the anon grits out a yes. They'll go back. They're told they'll be moved back in two weeks.

We got some inner monologe about how they still can't open the closet where all his stuff is at and it flashes with the plush under some clothes.

Cutting to the anon meeting a kid they haven't seen before. He asks about their big scar. Trying to be polite they get his name and chat with him for a bit. Then realize he has no pass. This child is Gregory. Cue him taking off and the anon letting security know.

They don't see him again and just hope he's fine.

They're walking out with Dawn and realize they had forgotten their security pass so wish her a good weekend and head back. Their way back is blocked. They're forced to walk back past the show animatronics in their rooms. They can hear Monty's meltdown from where they are. Telling themsleves not to panic, it's not their problem, he'll be fine come Monday when they're going to be his Handler again.

Lil flashes of Monty ripping up his room and the bots in there.

Chica's Handler stops them. Forcing them to acknowledge the terrifying situation at hand. Ask what's wrong, she admits they don't know. Freddy collapsed on stage and Monty started freaking out in a bad way. There were attempts to turn down his aggression but he kept overwriting the code. He was supposed to be in sleep mode but he force reactivated. So they're letting him run till he's outta juice for the night. She admits something is wrong with all of them, but hopes things will sort themsleves out.

It's clear the anon is getting uncomfortable, so the Handler bids them a good weekend and they're back on their way. Once they get their badge they're on their way back to the entrance, but are stopped by Vanny. "You shouldn't be here."

And then it ends.

I was initially planning for that to be it, but after discussion of the anon working with Gregory through the night, I ended up thinking of more to feed that. But we'll see if I continue it past this part or not.

#Record scratch au #text ramplies #Anon #Fnaf sb #montgomery gator #Monty gator #Fnaf AU #security breach #Montys handler au #Handler AU

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 1 year

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tuesday again 11/22/22

yes of COURSE there is a cat update

listening

this portion sponsored once again by my sister, who keeps sending me tiktoks with good background music. this is Tezeta (Nostalgia) by Mulatu Astatke off the 1998 release Ethiopiques, Vol. 4 : Ethio Jazz & Musique Instrumentale (1969-1974). super mellow and comforting, very closely tied with the other one i’ll drop below for my favorite off this album.

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there are thirty of these volumes btw. very good to listen to while i work. the lead track off this fourth album, Yèkèrmo Sèw (A Man of Experience and Wisdom) sounds very like much, much later group The Black Keys for the first few seconds. in the cool-toned guitar and the reverb. in the production i guess? like sure there’s a discussion to be had about where jazz and blues and rock overlap and how much, but it did startle my brain. i don’t have music words in my brain, just some math words

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reading

fallow week. have some mack: right on the fucking tit/fruit bat hours.

she's started doing this thing where she rubs BOTH sides of her gums along my hand when i drape it off the couch. i would like to think this is the cat version of a kiss on both cheeks

watching

look i tried really hard to rewatch Goncharov (1973, dir. Scorsese) but my cat wouldn't let me. like of COURSE ive seen it before, i have a dad who was home on federal holidays and watched scorsese marathons on spike tv. fun fact i didn't know there was a bisexual threesome or cucking involved until i watched it for a college film class on villains, bc of course that was not shown on american daytime marathon television!

anyway. my cat. we have watched so many spaghetti westerns together. much gunfire. several gatling guns. i don't know what it is about the Guncharov that woke her up out of a deep sleep and had her fleeing from the room. like okay, it was a partially handmade (the stock is from the actor's mother's wedding chest) AK-47 made specially for this film, further underscoring how time has passed goncharov by and the gas operation subtly foreshadowing the later flashback of the mustard gas in the tunnel attack, but i don't think that should have affected the relative loudness of the Guncharov, and i think the gatling gun in A Bullet For The General (which we rewatched last week) was MUCH louder. my cat is too interested in headphone cords, and i'm trying to teach her that cords are boring and uninteresting and extremely not for cats, and i didn't really have the heart to finish the movie on mute with subtitles still up. the lovely score is so integral to all the sofya scenes.

playing

i have never played a pokemon. i have been bullied into horking up sixty three american dollars, or just barely under three hours of post-tax work. i am having an all right time so far but my best friend and her husband are so fucking thrilled we finally have 1) a game in common and 2) a game we can play together. sixty three american dollars is a pretty small friendship maintenance price in the grand scheme of things and it's not like it's really going to make an impact in my overall debt HA HA.

this game has also given me personally a great many gifts in the form of SO many buff women just floating about.

why are so many pokemon Just Guys? a worrying number of bipedal twinks i can keep in a box. anyway look how cute i look!!! yes i named my starter after my cat. i am legally obliged to do so.

i wanted red hair to go with the school uniform bc at my heart i am a weak and vain woman. where the fuck does a bitch get new shirts and pants instead of just new accessories tho

making

now when i flipped this frame over to the right side at goodwill, i fully expected there to be a pic of jfk. instead it was jesus, and now it has thigh high johnny cash. ty @dvar-trek for the excellent suggestion.

this is the worst framing and matting job i’ve ever done using my favorite trick of “flip the art already in there around for a double mat" but it just needed to stay together long enough for a gif. every time I moved the cord the light flickered on and off independently of the switch in the cord so we will be replacing that. probably repainting it too.

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

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wormb0i · 5 months

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@impishsensei asked : five times happy 😊

After putting the chore off for days, it had eventually gotten to a point where it was impossible to ignore ; Yuuji almost felt as though the single, last cardboard box with his belongings was staring at him from the corner of his dorm, begging to be unpacked. The teenager glanced at it over the brim of his phone, laying on his bed and scrolling mindlessly through TikTok.

He sighed, groaned in the way one would after being told to do something they know they are meant to do, slung his legs off his bed and got up to unpack the rest of his things.

It wasn’t even a lot : a couple t-shirts, a pair of sweatpants, more socks and boxers, a beige hoodie, some manga volumes and magazines, a pin up calendar from last year but he liked the posters in it, and a bunch of other random stuff. He didn’t own much, really, and this was all he had left to put away.

The clothes were already folded, so he easily put all of that away. The hoodie he hanged in the rack with all his other ones, right next to his uniform, and the boy stopped for a moment when his eyes laid on the red hoodie of his uniform.

Gojo-sensei had had it customised for him, and he hadn’t given it much thought after receiving it. But now as he looked at it, tucked away in his closet with all his other hoodies, Yuuji tilted his head to a side slightly as the cogs in his head began to turn.

Over the past days in class, around the school and out on missions, he had started to realise how much his teacher saw, noticed, took away from everything. How much he cared, too, despite pretending not to. That much he knew since the beginning, of course, since he had basically spared him his life and helped him getting in and accustomed to, well, everything. But he had started to notice his care seep through other gestures.

Like his uniform, now that he thought about it.

Gojo-sensei had seen him wearing nothing but, and for a moment Yuuji thought, wondered, if perhaps that had been a way for his sensei to make sure he felt more comfortable, more familiar in this new life he was so harshly being plunged into. A uniform like something he usually wore and was comfortable in.

Yuuji’s lips stretched into a smile, and he made a mental note to properly thank his teacher next time he saw him.

ii.

It wasn’t lost on anyone how far behind Yuuji was from everybody else. Which was to an extent normal, given how everything had passed so fast and, in a blur, he was sentenced to death and pushed into this new world of exorcising curses and, well, the rest was history.

He didn’t know all of the technicalities of sorcery, didn’t know how it all worked. He didn’t have a curse technique of his own, and didn’t really know how to fight and exorcise. He knew his classmates had a lot more practise than him, had been a part of this for way longer than he had, but sometimes he couldn’t help but feel the weight of it all ; like he’d fall through that colossal gap between him and his friends.

And with the way Yuuji wore his heart on his sleeve toppled by the amount of trust he had for his sensei, it didn’t bother the boy being truthful when his teacher walked into the room and pointed out the rancid vibes.

The conversation was deep, all the while Yuuji absentmindedly cuddled the sleepy cursed corpse in his arms. He felt lighter voicing his woes, and even more so when Gojo, the strongest of them all, placed his hand on his shoulder and he could feel the reassuring touch instead of an infinite space pushing against him.

After his shoulder got squeezed, his hair ruffled and his worries calmed, a warmth spread across Yuuji’s chest and the conversation took a much more light-hearted turn ; laughs were shared, and, even after getting punched in the face by the cursed corpse waking up from the sudden emotion emanating off the teenager, in that moment Yuuji truly felt like he could catch up.

iii.

« Why not ? It’s not like it’s actually about me, it’s just funny, » Yuuji tilted his head, not unlike a confused puppy. Wasn’t music all about evoking feelings on others ? And if his lyrics could make someone laugh, wouldn’t that be then a successful song ?

But Gojo-sensei wasn’t having any of it, saying he needed to make himself sound cool instead.

« Talk about money and getting bitches, Yuuji. Even if you don’t, just like you didn’t actually poop without wiping. I hope… » A pause, and the taller man sighed. « Just sit back, listen and learn. »

Yuuji looked at his teacher expectantly, not knowing that when he was his age, he, too, tormented his friends with stupid bars.

After a dramatic stretch of his muscles and a loud clearing of his throat, Gojo-sensei began :

« Coming down on the strip, liquor in the whip Parking lot pimp, enough game to be sold Learn from me, fuck bitches, burn money Someone told me boy you got your whole life to get old But everything that glitter ain't gold The grass ain't greener, I've been told She told me, "Boy you want your cake and eat it too?" I said "It's cake, that's what you're supposed to do?" »

Perplexed, Yuuji blinked a couple of times in silence before bursting out laughing. Those were some good lines, but that cake part really took the student by surprise.

« What ? It’s good ! »

But the teenager kept laughing, and once he finally caught his breath, his voice came out as a squeak.

« Eat the cake— »

« See ? That’s what I’m talking about. I’m not the best teacher for nothing ! »

But Yuuji couldn’t stop thinking about what else you’re supposed to do with a cake but eat it ? That was a great bar. He kept laughing until a little tear squeezed out his eye, and the thought struck him that he was very, very happy to have Gojo as his teacher.

iv.

Sometimes it was easy to forget just how rich Gojo-sensei truly was. Maybe it was due to that association in his head that rich people were ultimately selfish, pretentious and distant, and his teacher was anything but. He was indulgent, fun and approachable. He always played along and was, at the same time, one of the most reliable figures Yuuji had ever had in his life.

That was probably why he forgot about it, as well as the fact that the teenager really wasn’t into fashion or anything of the sorts, so he had absolutely no idea how expensive his teacher’s designer clothes were. Talk about pretentious ; Yuuji was simply clueless.

What he did know all about, however, was kicks. Yuuji had mentioned plenty of times just how bad he wanted a pair of Air Jordan 1 since they were the closest to his real dream kicks : the original 1985 Chicago Jordans. At the same time, though, he was torn because as much as the new, ‘retro’ ones were the closest to the discontinued originals, he just didn’t love the colours they came in. He and Kugisaki had looked at the bids on the original ones, and Yuuji had resigned himself to the ‘retro’ ones. His friend, of course, had very kindly told him he had to resign to neither since he wouldn’t be able to afford even the cheap copies. And she was right, but a man could dream !

So, naturally, Yuuji’s eyes almost bugged out of their sockets when he next opened Gojo-sensei’s gift for his birthday. He had been laughing with everyone as he opened his presents, but the sight of the original 1985 Chicago Jordans laid neatly in the box shocked him silent. He would recognise these shoes blind, in death, even.

Slowly his grin returned to his face along with an excited scream when he remembered to breathe, and the boy looked between his gift and his teacher a couple of times before jumping onto his feet and throwing himself at the taller man.

Genuinely Yuuji felt like the excitement was about to snap every muscle fiver in his body. He wrapped both legs and arms around his teacher like a koala, and scream thanked him over and over before turning around to yell at Kugisaki to stay away from his new shoes.

They were three versus one. Yuuji would argue they were, in fact, four versus one, but Fushiguro insisted his divine dog didn’t actually count as a player. A whole team of four three, and still they couldn’t manage to land a single point.

On the other side of the net stood Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer — and apparently the biggest of cheaters when it came to playing volley ball at the beach —, with that shit-eating grin of his that was much more annoying than the sweat dripping into his eyes and making them burn.

« You call yourselves my students like that ? » Their sensei teased, and even a blind man would have been able to tell he was grinning from the sound of it in his voice.

« If you teleport one more time towards the ball—… » Yuuji heard Kugisaki start, but he didn’t hear the rest of it when he took a moment to wipe the sweat off his eyes with the back of his forearm, making it much worse from the sweat on his skin mixed up oily with the sun cream.

« My eyes ! » he cried, squeezing them shut and folding over.

A concerned snout pressed up against his leg before he felt a hand lightly touch his back to get his attention, and with his free one Fushiguro poured water from a bottle in his eyes, instructing him to be careful with a voice that was meant to reprimand him but was as concerned as the soft whimper of the dog licking his leg.

In the distance Gojo-sensei’s outburst of laughter stopped abruptly after the distinctive sound of a coconut cracking open, or in this case, Kugisaki slamming the volleyball into their teacher’s head.

After that, the rest of the day had been pretty uneventful. They had all gone together for dinner at a restaurant with a big terrace facing the beach, and went on one last stroll whilst Gojo talked to a supervisor before they headed back to Tokyo.

Yuuji tried to capture the strokes of purple and crimson in the golden sky on his phone, bare feet sinking into the soft sand with every step. He turned around, snapped another photo of his friends a small distance ahead of him, silhouettes dark from the brightness of the flaming sky, and he saw them turn their heads his way at the same time he heard Gojo’s voice calling out for them.

They hurried over back to the wooden deck and whilst they put they shoes back on to head back to the station, their teacher pulled out a box of ice lollies out of his bag.

They all got one each, even Totality got a frosty lolli-pup, and walking together with sun kissed cheeks, new freckles across their noses and hearty laughs on their bellies, Yuuji felt very thankful to Gojo-sensei for having taken them along to the beach in his mission to Ishigaki.

Later when he would slip into his bed, fresh from a shower and skin still hot from the sun, the teenager wouldn’t have been able to recall the last time he had so much fun with people he cared so deeply for.

#impishsensei #//throws this at u #and i hope u enjoy it bc i aint writing anything like this ever again in my entire fuckin life #LMFAOOOOOOO #god #my brain is so DRY #i aint even gonna proof read my eyes cant see anymore #sorry it took so long #but yea here it is #now i disappear again #xoxo #☼ [ ic ]#☼ [ v — i. ]

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okay minor rant about abusive parenting, specifically psychological and verbal

I just saw this tiktok of a toddler in her fridge, the mom was like "hey can you get out" and was trying to get her kid to close the fridge but the kid didn't wanna, so instead the dad piped up (quite literally) and said "GET OUTTA THE FUCKING FREEZER" causing the toddler to cry. The mom found this funny and the dad didn't think he did anything wrong. I went through the comments and while most of them were mentioning how this clearly isn't okay, i still saw SO MANY that said things like "dad for the win" or "gentle parenting v real parenting, see what worked" and it made me genuinely sick. As someone who grew up and continues to grow up with a father like this and much worse, seeing those comments and the fact the mom found the whole situation funny made me feel so belittled and invalidated of the mass amount of trauma that kind of childhood has given me. Along with the fact that SO many people think it's perfectly okay to instill that kind of fear in a literal TODDLER. It just fucking infuriates me. Even as a joke, this kind of thing doesn't slide, man. Thats not something you can pass off as just a joke. It affected your child and if it continues they're gonna have some serious problems later in life, not only with their parents but in their relationships. Personally, I will literally start sobbing and breaking down at even the slightest hint of annoyance or anger in someone's voice. I still have to live with the person who gave me that trauma, and trust issues, and other problems for far too long. Might I also add that this is a toddler. She cannot and did not consent to a video like that of her being put on tiktok and seen by millions of people. While I'm glad it's there to show what kind of affect language like that has on kids, it's also extremely inappropriate. I dunno, I think it's super fucking stupid that people think that's okay and it makes me feel like i'm exaggerating my trauma or that it's just not valid as a whole. Let's just not, ya know?

#asexual #gay #lgbtq #polyamarous #trans #autistic #trauma #daddy issues #why are people so stupid #who in their right mind thinks this is okay

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not-a-space-alien · 2 years

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So can you tell me something or dozens of questions

• Is Marcy in full mother hen protection mode with Thistle

• What is Thistles opinion on Mac and cheese

• What would happen around the house during Halloween 🎃

• Is Thistle familiar with Human holidays

• Are humans bigger than all magical species because we know they are bigger then pixies, Nagas, merminnows, and borrowers and that basically all the magical species we know so far

• What would happen if marcy and Thistle switch sizes

• does jewel ever wish that he could be like Thistle. Accepted and known for who he is as a magical creature and treated like a person

And one last thing if Thistle had tiktok what stuff would he post

• Is Marcy in full mother hen protection mode with Thistle

Yes. She has a very hard time treating him like an adult.

• What is Thistles opinion on Mac and cheese

He likes it, but it's very messy to eat since he has to just grab a whole noodle with his hands.

• What would happen around the house during Halloween 🎃

They probably decorate their house, but they live a ways out and probably don't get many trick-or-treaters

• Is Thistle familiar with Human holidays

He's familiar with most of them in passing from his readings on catching up on human culture, and he's been with Marcy long enough to experience a small handful of them himself (mostly the summer ones, so probably the 4th of July and Labor day)

• Are humans bigger than all magical species because we know they are bigger then pixies, Nagas, merminnows, and borrowers and that basically all the magical species we know so far

They're bigger than most of them, but there are magical species that are much, much larger than humans.

• What would happen if marcy and Thistle switch sizes

Marcy would be obsessed with figuring out how it happened. She would also probably absolutely love the switch in perspective to see things she'd never seen before, but once the novelty wore off she'd be quite unhappy. I think Thistle would also probably be unhappy. He doesn't perceive himself as too small; he perceives everyone else as too big, so he would be like "ew ew ew this is wrong."

• does jewel ever wish that he could be like Thistle. Accepted and known for who he is as a magical creature and treated like a person

Yes, but he wouldn't admit it.

And one last thing if Thistle had tiktok what stuff would he post

I don't know what kind of stuff is on TikTok because I'm not on there. But it seems like most people post videos that include their faces, so I can't imagine he would have a lot of success since he has to hide what he looks like.

#my writing #Watch Your Step

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sanriosratz · 2 years

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Starring Role!Patrick

i made a new post because there was no place to fit this on the chain

I'm bored so Imma ramble off ideas for the three series of Star!Patrick ^w^

Series one

Said here, this season is spent on the friendship between Miccah, Patrick's character and [Rowan?], a co-star of the show; Hell's Secrets. I like to think of Miccah and [Rowan's] relationship as "opposites attract". Like, tons of banter between the two of them, as well as sarcasm and coldness from Miccah's side and pure sunshine and kindness or something from [Rowan]. Ooh! And the difference in how they react when they're called to help investigate a murder. Like, Miccah is calm and uncaring to the sight of a mutilated body, whereas Rowan is on edge and on the verge of passing out every second they're in the same vicinity as the body. Then, the first season ends and leaves viewers wanting more (because Patrick is hot) when Miccah shoots a character between the eyes with no remorse. Was this death foreshadowed? Was it sudden? Whatever it is, it shocks a bunch of viewers, especially Patrick's family, as they thought the show was more of a "whodunnit?" type show.

Series two

Said here, season two is his descent into murder. And because of the number of crimes Miccah has seen go wrong and the murderer be caught for dumb mistakes, such as putting the body in the boot of their car, killing someone with a weapon (usually a knife or gun) they own, never using cash, or even leaving cold hard evidence. It'd only be natural for Miccah to be able to commit perfect murders, never getting caught and satiating his bloodlust. I love the idea of Miccah still being friendly with [Rowan]; despite showing every single one of his victims pure coldness and hostility, going as far as to torture them before letting them die because he loves it when people cry and plead for him to shoot them between the eyes. And! Miccah being adrenalised with the thrill of a kill a bit ago, breathing heavily and being giggly and seeing [Rowan] cry or be upset by a body and Miccah side-eyeing them and having to fight his bloodlust so he doesn't hurt/kill them (see point three). This is also the season where Patrick gets revealed.

Series three

In the last season, in which Miccah is tracked down by the police, the ending is ambiguous to viewers. There'd probably be tons of theories regarding season three, which Patrick would love to reading and comment on. Patrick would have a few of his own, too, because I doubt he actually knows what happens at the end of season three. There's not really much I can say about this season, haha...

Series four (just an idea!!)

This season could happen, maybe it's just a few episodes long, or maybe it's the longest season. My idea for this season is that it plays on the theories made about season three, that Miccah makes an escape, and will eventually die. When he's on the run, I like the idea of it playing on his character's coldness and uncaringness for others by having him rob people, kill people so he can steal their car, e.t.c. The end of the season is a really tense meeting between Miccah and [Rowan], which would eventually end in Miccah killing [Rowan] and then himself. And the credits would roll as the police cars roll up and burst into the room, and it ends with "The devil is dead."

Jus' Liddol Tidbits !

彡✧.*☆ Patrick "cosplaying" (is it considered cosplay if you are the character?) as Miccah on TikTok or something and duetting videos of people cosplaying as [Rowan]!

彡✧.*☆ Oh! Or, maybe, Patrick "cosplaying" as Miccah, and Ciero as [Rowan]?

彡✧.*☆ Patrick, as he's watching it, just spouting off trivia and telling them about his favourite scenes!

彡✧.*☆ (Based sorta off of Pretty Boy Patrick™) He would have so many simps after finishing filming on "Hell's Secrets". Like, he would have so many edits and thirst traps of him, and he'd be like 😳. For things like meet-and-greets, he'd have such a long line; and he'd make sure to take his time with all his fans!

彡✧.*☆ I see Miccah as having tons of rings/jewellery for some reason?? I'm talking about earrings/piercings, rings, necklaces, bracelets, e.t.c. And he also definitely smokes after killing; you can't convince me otherwise.

✩‧.ೃ࿐˚ I don't have anything else to add, haha! if you wanna add anything, Mod, please do! fuel my need for SR!Patrick

#i love patrick #idk why he has me in a chokehold #and im not mad #eldritch-hall-asylum #starring role patrick #starring role patrick au #tw murder #tw murder mention #tw violence mention #tw violence

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pashterlengkap · 2 months

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Sen. Dallas Harris is a martial arts master who co-founded Nevada’s LGBTQ+ caucus

Nevada State Sen. Dallas Harris (D), 38, represents District 11 in Clark County and parts of Las Vegas. She serves as chief majority whip in the Nevada State Senate and is one of only four out LGBTQ+ lawmakers in the legislature. She was appointed to the seat in 2018 and won a four-year term in 2020. She’s running for reelection in 2024. Related: State treasurer Erick Russell is making history… and helping you get free money Erick Russell is the first out gay Black man to be elected and serve in statewide office, and he told us about all he’s doing to help people. Harris is a Las Vegas native and earned her JD at George Washington University Law School in Washington, D.C. in 2005. As an attorney with Nevada’s Public Utilities Commission for several years, Harris gained experience under the hood with state government. As well, she’s a pro-bono attorney with the Adult Guardianship Project at the Legal Aid Center of Southern Nevada. Your LGBTQ+ guide to Election 2024 Stay ahead of the 2024 Election with our daily newsletter that covers candidates, issues, and perspectives that matter. Harris spoke with me from her district office in Las Vegas, in a mall southwest of the Strip. She was dressed casually in a grey crew neck sweater, where long dreads — new for Harris after years of short hair — rested around her shoulders. LGBTQ Nation: Last May, you and another lawmaker founded the Nevada Legislature LGBTQ+ Caucus. What are three bills that you want to either see get passed or make sure they never see the light of day? Dallas Harris: Yes. Okay, let’s start with “never see the light of day” because I think there are too many to count across the country right now in that category. So in Douglas County, that’s a county here in Nevada that’s a bit more conservative than, let’s say, some of our more populous counties, we’ve seen some attempts to limit the sports that children can play, as little as elementary school. Those are things that I want to make sure we do not see here in Nevada on a statewide level. Let’s just be like the anti-Florida. That would be great. As far as things that I want to see get done, one thing we did last year that was awesome — but the governor, for some reason, vetoed it — was we had a bill that would take away the gun rights of folks who had committed violent hate crimes. So, you were already convicted of a violent crime, demonstrating some bias against someone, and we’re saying, we’re going to take your guns away. We’d have a cooling off period. And the governor vetoed it, so we’re gonna bring that back. That’s Republican governor Joe Lombardo. What was his reasoning? We can speculate. Politics, virtue signaling to his base. I think that he cares more about that than us. What is a biennium, and had you ever heard that word before you joined the Nevada legislature? (laughing) It is the two-year period of the Nevada legislative session, and no, why would anybody use that term? One of your legislative priorities is education, and you’ve been instrumental in increasing funding for K-12 students in Nevada. Who has been the more formidable opponent, Republican lawmakers or parents’ rights groups? Ooooh. Republican lawmakers, for sure. They’re the gatekeepers, right? They are the ones that have the right to vote up or down, any way they want, regardless of what I or a parents’ rights group pushes them to do. They’re the ultimate hurdle. At the end of the day, the buck stops with them for sure. Do you think groups like Moms for Liberty or Libs of TikTok have had any influence on them? I think they’ve done immeasurable amounts of damage to children across the country who are just discovering themselves and are now growing up in environments that could have been welcoming and open but instead are now very much closed and dark and look just like that metaphorical closet that we talked about coming out of. You’ve talked about… http://dlvr.it/T3GKNl

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