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moongumi · 2 years

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⁀➷ ∵ ❝ why the fuck are you here? ❞

suna x fem!reader

⟶ cw. dickhead!suna, enemies, volleyball player!suna, college/uni!au, shit talking, drunk people, drinking, handjob, oral (m), voyeurism, public sex, sloppy seconds, unprotected sex, riding, ft. atsumu + more

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typically you wouldn't find yourself amongst these kinds of people. definitely not a large group of overly attractive college volleyball players. random girls gawked when they walked through the door.

your friend had to go and get herself a jock boyfriend from a different school and drag you with her. "you're my best friend you have to come, i'll be real sad if you don't." you'd rather be home watching random shows on your laptop and drinking than this, but at least there was alcohol–lots of it, the boys are also paying so win win.

you were daunting seeing a specific person. somehow even within this new friend group you're forced into, you've already made an enemy.

"what the fuck are you doing here?" his voice is quiet over the others singing to a random kpop song in the middle of the room. you hide in the leather seats at the back, darkly lit hoping no one would come and bother you as you chug cocktails.

you scoff, "the fuck are you, who invited you?"

"no, who invited you?" rintaro sneers, looking around as if you knew no one.

you rolled your eyes pointing at your bestfriend singing her heart out with osamu, "my bestfriend, it's her birthday? idiot." your words are slurred and messy. rin's face barely noticeable in the neon swirling lights that blinked and flashed across his face, his really pretty but annoying face.

"whatever." he sits himself next to you, having a drink. it seemed to be completely vodka, it stinks like it. but you can't even tell what colour it was, the room was covered in a sheen of rainbow. "your friend's party and you're not partying, very like yourself."

"shut up, i hate karaoke."

rin chuckles, "tsk, i can at least agree to that. but you look fucking miserable."

"that obvious?" you rolled your eyes, finishing off another drink. you weren't keeping count but picked up the tablet to continue to order more, maybe something in a big pint or jug.

rin had other ideas, he rips the tablet off you. tossing it over his leg to the other side. his thighs in those really tight cargos scrape your bare legs only covered by tights and a tight black skirt. "you've had enough."

"who the fuck are you to say that?"

rin runs a hand through his hair. shrugging. god, he annoys you. "at least don't fucking blackout on your friend's birthday."

you groaned loudly, throwing your head back. rin shifts his weight, somewhat trying to cover up his crotch from your view but it was beyond late. you noticed it already, you can see it very clearly.

you laughed. now at this distance you can see the hue in his cheeks darken. "why are you hard, rin."

"shut the fuck up." he hisses out your name, looking around as if anyone would hear. whoever was singing right now was practically shrieking, their voice could fucking cut glass.

his palm pushes the middle of his pants down. his eyes flicker towards yours. you lay comfortably in the large sofa. knees up to your chest, that skirt had risen all the way exposing your cheeks. your top had a boob window and fuck, he tries so hard to not stare.

the way you look at him, mocking, teasing him. fucking annoying yet so hot. the light flashes, he sees you bite your lip and smirk at him.

"only virgins get hard over a little moan like that." his face doesn't change when you say that. and it clicks. "you're fucking virgin–rintaro suna, my god, you're joking."

god, he wanted to choke you out, make you shut up. your plump lips echoing out your laughter, making his ears itch. his lips twitch and he reaches for your neck and grasps it.

his lips skim your ear, "shut up before i make you."

"what exactly are you threatening me with, rin. i enjoy a bit of choking when i'm being fucked if i'm honest." your drunk self just exposing your kinks right infront of him. his eyes widen, his cock twitches. fuck, what the fuck.

maybe it was because you were drunk that he was finding you hot. no, you were talking shit like always but, it felt different this time. his erection presses into your knee, bending it towards you more.

"rin." you teased, feeling some sort of way. maybe it was the power you had over him right now, it seemed like you could do whatever you wanted right now. you reach for his bulge, feeling the size. "oh, hefty boy, huh?"

"sh–shut, u-up." he chokes, taking his bottom lip between his teeth holding back his groans.

alcohol seemingly always made you horny. "take your pants off, let me see it."

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he's whiny, complaining a lot. even if your throat was choking on his cock. "holy fuck, you're a lot hotter when you can't talk."

"s–shut, your–fucking mouth," you mumble through breaths as you bobbed your head on his wet shaft.

his mouth parts, letting out breathy grunts as he lays over the couch with you between his legs. his head rests on the armrest. he's only got his pants half off, maybe he was worried someone would see but everyone was too drunk to even notice what was happening right behind them. to be fair, the table was covering what you were doing to him, anyone else could really only see rin's head and your ass in the air.

"you're lasting a while for a virgin." you admit, stroking his cock, feeling the ridge of his cockhead as you did whilst your lips took a break.

rin groans, his fingers threading into your scalp, "can you just keep going and shut your mouth again."

"rude," you grunt, lazily pumping him in annoyance.

rin picks up his head, noticing this. his fingers pull on the base of your hair making you look up at him, "please?"

you liked that, you've never heard it before. "sorry what? can't hear you, pretty boy."

he hisses, when you tighten your grip. his cock wet with precum and drool. "please, keep sucking me off."

"good boy."

it doesn't take long, he's louder now. gripping harder and begging for it. "hmfp, please, please–fuck, let me cum in your mouth, fuck."

you chuckle to yourself, flattening your tongue more and taking him deeper as a signal. he thrusts real hard, a few ruts and he busts his load down your throat. a lot of it.

you wipe the corner of your lips, "first time?"

"something like that." he zips his pants, tucking his lips between his teeth again. he can't meet your eyes.

you grab his cheeks in your hand, squeezing the red apples between your fingers, "cute. lots of cum, typical of a virgin."

"fuck you."

a slow clap is heard from behind and you snap your head towards it. atsumu sits in the corner box of the sofa, "i'm so fucking glad i saw the entire thing. you got your panties all wet, hm?"

you grin, turning towards him, "oh ops, help me out then, 'tsumu?"

atsumu's lips curled into a wide smile, so pretty. "fuck, yea, hop on."

if only you could see the look on rin's face right now. full of fucking jealousy. god he hates you. he hates how you made him feel since the first day he saw you. he hates how all the boys think you're cute. he hated you more knowing you've fucked some of them, before fucking him. he always wanted it to be him.

mostly he hated himself how he couldn't get the guts to just act like his friends, casually ask for sex like that. he hates being a virgin. he hates how they're so dominate with you yet he loved it when you were calling him cute, pretty and especially calling him a good boy. fuck.

he had to just sit there and watch his friend fuck you, his cock growing angrier the more you bounced on atsumu's thick cock–moaning out his name and kissing him. he fucks you so well, rin only hopes he could do the same if given the chance.

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cassandragoth26 · 4 months

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✨Simblr New Years Resolutions 2024✨

Ok, let's go with this ajsdjasjd

Tagged me uwu: @lynzishell (I don't know what to say, I like spaghetti, pizza, cachapa and hallaca(?)... Oh great, now I'm hungry ajsdajsd)

What's your Resolution for your Simblr?

Well, continue constant with The 10 Disasters, and start with The 10 Disasters Extra, I also have other stories that I want to upload here (It's legacy challenge a little changed, but it is a legacy challenge ajsjasdj), continue uploading makeovers, I have other projects, how to learn to use blender, not only to render, but to create my own poses or maybe also animations ajsdjas (get a job because I really need that graphics tablet) and probably get back to drawing, because I have wanted to draw my sims for a long time ahsdajsdj Only for now it's just a hand, with a pencil and a piece of paper qwq Start making gameplays, I just need to have a little more confidence… And a new laptop :v Make videos of how I do my makeovers, I want to start making machiminas! For some reason I want to learn how to use blender asjsdjasdj But I want to focus on making dance videos, opera concerts, orchestras, and the occasional video of everyday life jasdjajds God I have a lot of things on my mind! And what's missing!

What do you want from the Sims Franchise?

Rather, I don't want asjdajsdjas okno, cars, and open world (Even though I ran out of a laptop afterwards asjdja), as lynzishell said, I also want bands 😭😭😭. Personally, I want to fix the pronouns in my game, which don't appear (I'm very excited because finally my trans sims will be able to use their pronouns, and this happens to me 😭😭😭). Not only cars, but also airplanes, skateboards, motorcycles. AAH, DREAMING COSTS NOTHING! I would like babies to be able to ride in strollers and that wheelchairs could be included. Well… There are so many things, but I don't want to make the post long ajsdjasd

Any other New Years Resolutions?

Well, let's say that since last year I have been trying (I know I will succeed) to not let depression consume me as it had done these last 5 years, to be more organized in my stories ajssdjasd, to improve my English, to remain constant with my stories (Because I have several, not only of The 10 Disasters, there is also the extra, which tells stories of secondary characters and some other extra, there is the Robles Legacy, which I do have to update because I upload that on Tiktok ajsdjas)

Ok… I'll tag randomly as always (I like it like this, I don't know, I cover my eyes and tag asjdajsd): @aroundthesims @bbdoll @candysims4 @pamsimmer @aelestie @fleeblesim @geeky-simz @hazelminesims @nitrozem

If you have already done it or want to do it, do it(?) and if you don't want to do it, you can ignore it ajsdjaasdj I hope that this year you accomplish everything you set out to do, and if not, that's okay! It doesn't matter! The important thing is that you are getting closer to achieving it! Kisses❤

#simblr resolutions #tag game

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pixlh3art · 1 year

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i'm recovering from surgery and therefore off my adhd meds so fuck it

Here's 4 Things That I, a Former Computer Technician, Wish Everybody Knew About Technology

I'm not a major expert or anything, but I'm certified for repairs for two of the biggest laptop manufacturers out there, have done not only several in-warranty repairs for those companies, but have also done a few at-home "sure babe I'll replace your laptop battery" repairs for friends/partners. I am also my whole extended family's designated tech support person for all things software. Here we go!

1. When you spill liquid on a device, turn it off, LEAVE it off, and bring it to a technician. Liquid damage to devices does not occur at the moment of the spill, but when electricity goes through wet/corroded transistors. It is NOT a good thing if the device "suddenly works later."

2. Every device that you have that can be used and also move at the same time (laptop, tablet, phone, etc.) has what's called an "SSD," or "solid-state-drive" for its storage. "Storage" is what you actually keep saved on the device, which is different from "memory" (a computer's ability to multitask). SSDs are great, but there's one thing to keep in mind: they really really REALLY don't like being filled to the brim. When they get too full, they essentially lose the ability to actually make any more space, even when you delete something, and that causes all kinds of software issues. Most good SSDs are programmed to prevent this, but you can still manage to screw them up if you try hard enough. Treat every SSD like it's maybe 5GB smaller than it says it is.

3. Turn your devices off every once in a while. Like, idk, maybe once a week. It's good for them. And no, restarting doesn't count, I mean turn them fully, fully off. If you're unsure as to the difference, let me put it this way: imagine you always got 8 hours of sleep, but only 2 hours at a time. Yeah - that's what only ever restarting is like. Turn your phone and your tablet and your computer fully off every now and again. It doesn't have to be for long or anything, just has to be a full shutdown.

4. If you lose the charger for your laptop, do some google research and find out the exact specifications of the charger your computer has - specifically, the wattage. I highly recommend going to the original manufacturer to buy your replacement. I know that a lot of laptop chargers can be hella expensive, but trust me, buying a cheap Amazon charger will become a MUCH more expensive problem later. If you can't get the original charger from the manufacturer, or if you can but it'll ship way too late, at least try to compare the price that they sell it for to what you purchase elsewhere - if it's anything more than like 10$ cheaper than what the manufacturer is charging, then it's suspicious.

TL;DR: if you spill liquid on something turn it off and bring it to a technician no matter what, treat every device's storage like it's maybe 5GB smaller than it says it is, turn your phone off every once in a while, and if you lose your laptop charger buy the replacement directly from the manufacturer.

People who repair devices for a living will thank you.

Oh! And back up your data. Please. I literally don't care how, just do it. Seriously.

#thanks for reading!#feel free to add stuff i forgot #or correct me if i did a stupid #but yeah nobody ever tells you this until you become or see a technician #so i hope people find this helpful!#lena's post

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neatsaviors · 8 months

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(( Hi guys, Lary here! Life took some really bad turns on me lately but I'm still kicking. And kicking HARD. The "job" I got as an English teacher is nice and I love teaching, but it doesn't pay much, nowhere nearly enough to pay my bills every month. I'm working double on teaching AND drawing commissions to try and keep things at least afloat, but now my Samsung tablet I used for drawing and communicating broke down - and I already didn't have a cell phone bc it broke a few months ago too, almost exploded when I tried to recharge it after the screen went nuts. All I got now is my laptop, which I share with my brother for his college and games, and with my father for some artisan projects and entertainment too. I desperately need to buy me a new cell phone, which is the cheapest option aside from another tablet/fixing my tablet and buying a second laptop or desktop computer. All that while still paying the bills and buying food!

For that, I'm preparing a special something to offer Megaman and Transformers themed commissions specifically. If any of you would be interested, I should publish a prices chart soon - and any and all reblogs would help to spread it around so maybe it can reach more people who would be interested!

That's it for now. Oh, I'll soon get back at drawing replies for the pending asks. I'll open the askbox for new ones now too in the meantime, even though there's still a lot for the boys to reply.

AH I ALMOST FORGOT I'M GONNA CREATE A SIDEBLOG FOR THE NETMAN AU TOO BC MY BOY HAS BEEN GROWING SO MUCH I'M SO PROUD OF THIS IDIOT HE DESERVES HIS OWN BLOG TOO

Nooooow that's it for now XD See ya, Lary out! ))

#(( The Mun Speaks Up ))#Netman EXE

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yandere-sins · 10 months

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If you ever decide to drop og obey me but want to feel the gap while you fully transition between games, I would like to recommend Limbus company! It's dark fantasy gacha with a gamplay kind of similar to darkest dungeon. Altough the combat system can be a little hard to get the hang of, it's pretty rewarding as you fight more!

The main cast is based off from classic literature: Metamorphosis, Moby Dick, Dream of the red chamber... the Mc is mamed Dante and is based form the Divina comedia (and a comedy it is with how darkly funny and bastard all the characters interactions are with each others!) It's kind of a niche target audience, but I have been having fun with it. You will love the bug guy!

The dailies are basically just fighting, so they are quite easy to fulfil. Although I have yet to find how to get the points for the gacha that aren't from advancing with the story or buying, the gacha isn't that bad; my luck is terrible, I tell you. I have to always reach 76-80 pull on both guaranteed and 50/50 in Genshin to get the five star! Even on my way to build pity, I only pull onr 4 star per tenfold. But in Limbus, I pulled the equivalent of three 5 stars in two days. And since it's relatively new, it won't overwhelm you with the amount of cards.

The only problem I would say it has, is that you will probably need to use the steam version for PC/Laptop if you don't have a good phone/tablet. I tried to run it with the same tablet I play Twisted, but it always crashed after trying to load the tutorial battle.

Sorry if this message bothers you! You can delete it if so, but your poll made me remember the reasons of why I left Obey me! Similar to you, how tough it was to keep up with the dailies and grinding in general, but I was too attached/needed something to do the ex/change before taking my leave. I felt better almost immediately and soon realised everything felt more like a chore rather than something I wanted to play.

Hey! Thank you so much for your insight!

I am just in a big transition mood tbh. I already dropped one of my genshin accounts since I rarely play on it any more and now just do the dailies on EU which I can enjoy with friends too, but it's just waiting out until the update now ^^'

And yeah, I'll definitely drop the OG Obey me. Not like I will delete it, but I just won't nurse it anymore with my time unless they decide to go back and make it an actual, separate game. I am just so disappointed at how they are handling it now. And I was so surprised how many people chose the option that they only play the OG game...

Nevertheless, I do want my games to immerse me (and get my mind off things for a while) and this grinding or just doing dailies is just not doing it for me anymore, so thank you for your input! I'll keep it in mind though not sure if I want to find something else or just go with the most obvious option for me personally: Honkai Star Rail.

IDK if that will catch my attention as much as Genshin did, but with friends that play it and my fav content creators also making videos about it and stuff, it seems logically for me to at least check it out. Either way, there won't be big changes coming soon, though maybe I can find some time this weekend to check out some games I wanted to play and see if something catches my eye, so thanks for your suggestion ♥ I hope you continue to have a lot of fun with Limbus Company!

#admin #recommodations

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poekiidokidoki · 3 months

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There are several things I've learned about myself after finishing up the V-Day comic.

1. BACKGROUNDS- back in the day when I used to draw comics in my notebooks, I suffered from The Wallflower syndrome. (The artist of that manga barely made any backgrounds, it was always blank with the character) so coming up with a plausible background / colour coded ones was difficult. Cause I can't always make them pinks/pastels 😓

2. SPACING/SIZING- Again, in my younger years (very young) I squished my panels together a lot. And everything was inside a comic panel box. Like Garfield, Calvin and Hobbes- Hell even like Archie digest (which I used to read a lot-) trying to switch and make it more like a.. webtoon (?) It's more difficult because is it too much space or not enough ? When I read my BLs I take note of their spacing how they do panels, which leads me into my sizing problem !

On the laptop it looks golden, on the phone ? Yeah, No. I should have made certain boxes taller/bigger so you can tell what's going on in that panel. I suppose spacing and sizing go hand in hand.

3. BETTER FLOW- I think this is self explanatory.

4. COLOURING- I'm stuck in my ways of colouring that I've been doing for years. (I used to have a tiny little Wacom tablet that my friend had passed over to me. I think it was passed around cause it was so small) I wanna change up their skin tones too (make Johnny less pale LOL) I might make myself a new pallet cheat sheet.

5. THE GODDAMN LIGHT SOURCE. Where is the light coming from ?? Where are the casted shadow ?? If they're in a room, and they're in a certain position , how will the light hit them ? Since it's a comic I can get away with simplifying it but I need to know where the light is coming from. WHERE ARE YOU SUN RAYS??

6. BETTER DIALOGUE. This might be a 'me' thing. Or should I just embrace the cringe ??

7. NO FEAR IN TAKING TIME- I'm envious of everyone who can work so fast and produce such beautiful pieces. I put this pressure on myself to "hurry up" and finish. But maybe for myself I should take my time. For real, I know myself and I'll still push to go faster 😵‍💫 fucking paradox.

Even with all these thoughts, I'm excited to improve~~ like what will it look like six months from now ?? Also I can't help myself but laugh 😂😂 I'm a little too obsessed with 🌶️ Spicy Peppers 🌶️

#personal post #excited to improve my art #and finding my comic style

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daisy-dooodles · 1 year

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About me :D

hi, hello! to start this blog off I think it would be nice to introduce myself a little, so here go a couple of basic questions about me...

What's your name? I go by Daisy in English (cause it's way cuter and easier than my original name in Polish lol and I really like flowers). But let's say my initials are MP, that's why I sign my artwork with it :D

What are your pronouns? She/Her

How old are you? I'm 22 years old, living that early 20s crisis lol

Do you have a degree in art? Nope, I went to uni for Romance Philology, cause I really enjoy languages, literature and different cultures too. But I've always liked art too as a side project!

So why this blog? Well, I don't really know what I want to do in life, so I decided to make this to start taking it more seriously as a possible actual job or just a way of having a place less chaotic than my insta to show the art I'm proud of sort of like a portfolio (and maybe even some behind the scenes I never shared...)

And what would you like to work in? I feel like a creative space would be cool. Maybe like editorial work, maybe designing stuff for books... idk, but I like the idea of being able to work on many different things instead of doing the same for years on end...

Do you do original art or fanart? Both. I have many ideas, sometimes I get obsessed with a show or something and want to try making fanart for it, but I have many original ideas too!

Is it traditional or digital art? Well, I enjoy both immensely. Because I sort of moved to Poland from Spain I don't have many of my supplies, so I'm resorting to digital more. I use the XP-Pen Deco 01 V2 tablet to draw. The program I use is Medibang Paint (and I am thinking of buying Clip Studio in the future when I have more resources at hand, cause I heard it's really good!) Unfortunately, my laptop is not great at colours, so I really like Medibang for letting me upload to the cloud and letting me deal with the colours on my phone :D (none of this is sponsored btw, I'm just sharing my experience)

How would you describe your art style? "I'm just trying" lol. I don't have one, I just try new and different things and supplies and programs as I feel like it. Many times it depends on what feeling I want the piece to have, so that makes me try and learn new techniques and I really enjoy doing that :D

Do you do commissions? Maybe a store? No, I don't. I'm not ready for something like that yet. Maybe down the line uploading stuff to pages like redbubble could be an option, I don't know much about how any of this works, I'll be figuring it out slowly

Can I message you? Please do, for anything! You wanna be mutuals and share with me silly posts or about a fandom we share? Go ahead! Do you need advice or vent to someone? DMs are open :D

What fandoms are you in? Well, I was in Sanders Sides for a long time, but I don't really go there anymore, maybe when we get more content I might just jump back in, though I still follow Thomas and check his content when I can cause I still enjoy it! I do enjoy figure skating and follow a bit on Yuzuru Hanyu, mostly Then we have my most recent fandoms I am kinda obsessed with: MDZS and BTS. Yeah, wild stuff. Have I drawn anything about them? Not yet really, I do have one MDZS sketch I'm working on, and a couple based on BTS songs, so maybe soon I'll share those here cause I feel quite proud of them so far :D I do enjoy many other series and films, but I don't think I'd be able to just list them cause it's so random. You can always ask if you need a friend to whom you get to be weird to, no judgement, we all be like that! I ranted about BTS to my bestie who knows basically nothing about them for almost a year now and they still love me nonetheless hahahah

(...yeah, so let's leave it at that for now, will update when new things pop in my head)

see you around 💜

#artists on tumblr #daisy talks #introduction #i ramble a lot #and use many parentheses #probs won't do that here as i did on insta before #it's just tiring lol #but tags are kinda fun...#we'll see what happens...

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josilverdragon · 1 year

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A frozen "todger" and lost tea

Been slogging through Prince Harry's "Spare" and it's not that it isn't good, or that it makes me sad I am reading it, it just is emotional, internal, and I cannot escape real life. The types of books and fanfiction that really allow me to read fast and fly through it are those that allow me to suspend belief, to forget about my life, and so on. His memoir is full of emotional trauma, internal turmoil, and a lot of truths he himself wanted to avoid. In other words, things myself I wish to avoid. LOL

I also have been flipping back and forth between using my old Kindle Keyboard (from 2010!) and my 2017 Kindle Fire 8 tablet because I love the lightness of the keyboard (3rd gen! if you can believe) and the backlighting of the Fire. I think when I get to a point when all my vehicle maintenance has been done and I finally get myself a newer laptop, I'll get a new ereader but for now I'll keep going back and forth. Unless of course the keyboard and the fire die suddenly lol.

Decided to divest my YouTube watch later list of Karen videos and car crash vids. They are guilty pleasures but also so negative and so I am removing them for now. I'll still follow the channels so I can go back if I need a distraction (not likely because I have so much other little projects that I want to do lol) or need to be mindless for a while (more likely, because I deleted Tiktok off my phone).

In the last two weeks, the week I had a cold and this week, where I no longer have one, I have increased my amount of tea intake many times that of what I had before. Indeed, I even went through our tea cupboard, which was lacking in attention and organization, with my mother who loves that sort of thing and we got rid of a lot of tea that neither of us drink. The roommate saved it all because when she moves out, she wanted it for her stash. Which neither Mom nor I minded because I was going to give it away anyway. My point is that I have drank tea every day for that last two weeks and I still enjoy my morning coffee, so you know what: win-win.

Continuing along those lines, there was a tea made by Celestial Seasons (which was founded by a cult leader apparently lol) called Imperial White Peach and it was my favorite for YEARS and I hadn't drank it for years, so I went searching and lo and behold, it's discontinued. I was so disappointed. Until I found the lone last tea bag of it that was hidden away in a enclosed container. So I shared that cup with my mother and it was as delicious as I remembered and it made me sad a little. Eventually I hope to find a good white tea with peach that tastes even a fraction as good and I will count myself satisfied.

Honestly, I don't know why I am suddenly blogging again. Maybe I said why in my last most recent post, but right now it's a mystery to me. I'm not complaining (other than I have a lot to say apparently, as I only intended to post about reading "Spare") but it's just surprising. I haven't blogged in any sort of regularity for, again (like tea-drinking) in many years. Anyhow, we'll see how long this stint lasts. Maybe it will last as I've been trying to get out of the habit of checking my phone for social media updates on Twitter (which is breaking, slowly, as the apartheid child gets his way with it) and tumblr, though I don't mind tumblr as much.

Anyway, hope you all are doing okay. Live long and prosper.

cross-posted here.

adventures in tea drinking, personal, reading, using that ending unironically

#adventures in tea drinking #personal #reading #using that ending unironically

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morbidmeatbun · 2 years

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I'm so excited today ^^

Well, you see, I bought a new keyboard. But it uses bluetooth and can work on different devices! :D

It's more compact and smaller too (that Votre keyboard is just too big for me ._.)

The color is also cute and nice. I got the soft pink one. Really fits the aesthetics.

Personally, I got external keyboards so I can get used to using it (up until this point I'm still rusty in typing, even when I'm on the laptop T_T)

Much to my dismay, writing using keyboards is more fun to me. I feel like my ideas keep flowing when using it (I think it's because I have more time thinking, when at phone I usually type very fast 0_0)

I just love the moment when typing slowly like this ... especially the key sounds! Like ASMR XD

Overall, I love it. Absolutely a good buy. Hope it lasts long. One other thing I want to mention is how slim and fragile it is.

The build quality is pretty good (I like the key structure) and on the back is mostly like aluminium? Or maybe iron? Idk, though it's best used with tablets. (Mind you, I only have this phone)

Probably need extra care when using and carrying it. Good thing I have a spare case for it, phew ...

Well, that's all I can say for now. Need to work on my drafts again!

Oh and ...

Friendship ended with Votre

Now Goojodoq is my new bestfriend

Yeah, need to put up that outdated meme XD. Though I'll probably use Votre when playing Osu! because of the button mashing lololol (not fully useless!)

#ChocoMeatbun

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satans-knitwear · 2 years

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I lived, bitch.

Treat me ~ Tip me

#satans knitwear ft actual knitwear #I survived my appointment!! And I think this is a good step in the right direction.#Hopefully gonna be part of a 15 month program to help get me back to a place where working is possible. Even comfortable.#They seem like they really wanna help. That's always reassuring.#Maybe this time next year I will actually have some form of income!!! Wouldn't that be wild #Really need to sort out a functioning laptop or tablet or something so I'll be able to look at work from home options #Anywhore! I'm gonna pass out now. I think I can feel a horrific migraine coming on #Strappy lingerie #black strappy lingerie #Lingerie reveal #Harness bra #girls with short hair #bi girl #cheeky #wlw #Alt pinup #Casual wear

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thehandsresisthim · 3 years

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Taming Tenko - Part 1

Shigaraki Tomura I Shimura Tenko / Female Reader

Part 2 can be found here

Contains: sub shig, dom reader, low-key women-hating shig, college au, quirk less au, masturbation, shig nuts on readers scarf, cock stepping, shig humping against readers feet, humiliation, overstimulation, shig and reader are having fun playing pretend lol

"... and Shimura Tenko will work together.", the professor reads out. Tenko raises his head at the mention of his name, what was this about again- oh, yeah, the dumb project. He's annoyed just thinking about it. Who must he work with again? Maybe it would've been worth it to pay proper attention, but he's had a nice gaming session with a player living overseas last night and the difference in time zones was making him stay up was too late.

Some woman walks over to him - and promptly removes his back pack from the chair next to him, plopping down in its place.

Tenko just stares. If it was a guy, he'd probably say something, but although Tenko isn't very found of women, he often finds himself locking up when talking to one. Hopefully she'll leave soon, this is his last class today and he wants nothing but to go home.

"You're Shimura, right? It's nice to meet you. We'll be working together, I guess."

He just nods, and feels the sweat build up. He really wants to scratch at his neck, but he fears that he might make a fool of himself - and he knows that that'll just paint an even bigger target on his back.

Damn normies. Always pouncing on him just because he's not conventionally attractive - foids had it so much easier than men.

She'd probably make fun of him in her group of friends later on, Tenko wouldn't be surprised if she would spread more rumors. Things like that were one of the reasons why he hated getting close to others.

"That's good. My next class starts in a few minutes, so I have to go soon. Would it be okay to meet up on Friday? There's this Cafe, "Pink Cupcake" which serves really good coffee! And we could study there too. I'm free about 3pm, is that okay with you?"

Jesus, she was talkative. It was probably her gender, or she was trying to make up for how she uncomfortable he made her. That had to be it.

He quickly looks through his calendar, which his eyes had been staring at since she started the poor excuse of a conversation.

"I... It's good. I-I be... there, at the Cafe I mean-, yes it works out fine.", Tenko hates how much his voice wavers when he answers and how he struggles to find the proper words.

"Sounds great, see you then. Bye bye, Shimura." the female says and leaves. He hates how friendly she sounds. Females weren't friendly, he knew it. The bullying he had endured in the past proved this, in his mind.

Only when she's already gone he realizes that he never answered to her goodbye. 'Oh well,' Tenko thinks, 'females don't deserve attention like that.'

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Where the fuck was she? He had hurried all the way here, after putting in the effort of finding clean clothes for himself and showering, something he honestly rarely did.

The sign on the Cafe clearly read "pink cupcake" in ridiculously curly found. The interior was caked in pastels, with designs that reminded him of the rococo era.

He felt awfully out of place - he was wearing black jeans, a grey hoodie and old converse his sister had handed down to him.

She probably didn't intend on actually meeting him - she just wanted to humiliate him by making him look like he was stood up.

He feels the anger bubbling up. He put in all this effort, and this whore just ignores him?

He'll just leave. Fuck the pro-

"Shimura? Did you not see me? Come on, I preserved us a spot." he hears your still friendly voice.

Before he can react much, you have pulled him towards a big table. He can see a laptop, decorated with way too many stickers, and a few books.

"I already did some studying earlier on for a different subject. We can start now. Why don't you sit down?"

He follows your suggestion, and sits down on the white, wooden chair. The pillow is a light blue, and it pisses him off for some reason.

He takes out his tablet, and rests it on the table.

"Ok, so, here's everything that needs to be in our presentation. Do you think we could split it into parts, so that we both have different things to do?"

He nods, and throws a look at the instructions on the screen of his tablet.

"I... I'll do section one, three, four and five," he starts, immediately regretting his words. 'That came out way to bossy,' he scolds himself mentally.

'Not that I care about the comfort of some woman', he reminds himself in his head, 'I just want to ensure that she doesn't end up bullying me for being rude.'

"Sounds great. Your previous presentations have always been great, so I'm real happy to be working with you!" she answers.

'Why is she so friendly to me?' he complains in his head, 'dumb bimbo.'

'That sounded genuine,' a part of himself wonders before he can stop it.

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An hour later, both of you having had worked a good amount on the project, you decided to stop and meet up again next week - you had asked him for his number so that you both could text. Flustered, he had written it down and handed the paper to you. It had been the first time a woman had asked him for his number.

As Tenko walks out of the Cafe, he notices two things: firstly, you are walking in the same direction as him, and secondly, he didn't bring a jacket, and the cold air doesn't feel nice. 'Great', he thinks.

You walk right beside him, and he hates how okay he is with it. You both had talked a bit about all kinds of things - he had noticed you had a few games he also played on your laptop, and video games was one of the few things he could talk much about, so he asked about it. You had hit it off from there, noticing a similar taste in many things.

At first, it had bothered him that he had gotten along with a female, but you somehow managed to convince him you were genuine. He could say that he disliked you less than other females, at least.

As you continued to walk, Tenko slowly started trembling. It was really cold, and he found himself jealous of your scarf and warm-looking jacket.

Frustrated, he moved his hands deeper down into his hoodie.

"Are you cold, Shimura?" your voice questions. He glares at you. Why did you insist on being so concerned? Females weren't supposed to care about beta males like him.

"Y... yes, but it's fine." he says, but he still trembles, and you seem to notice.

You shake your head. Tenko freezes - that's it. She hates him now, he must've done something wrong, he'll get bullied again.

"Stay still for a moment, please," you instruct and before he can protest, he feels your warm fingers wrapping your scarf around him. 'It has been directly on her skin, and the warmth due to that is super comforting' he can't help but appreciate the gesture.

"Thank you." he says, and he means it.

'Holy fuck', Tenko remarks in his head, 'her fingers felt so good on my neck.' He'll definitely jerk off to the memory at home. And her smell... It's all over the scarf.

He's grateful that the Hoodie is long enough to cover his crotch - he doesn't want to show just how turned on he is.

The rest of the way home, he can't help but feel like he's in heaven.

As he enters the apartment, he quickly takes his shoes off and then immediately goes into his bedroom, closing the door behind him and locking it.

'Thank goodness I'm home', he thinks and rips of his pants and hoodie, immediately palming his cock through the thin fabric of his underwear.

His brain is flashing images through his mind: you finding out what a pervert he is, and deciding that he needs a punishment, you edging him until he breaks down crying, but still not letting him release, you stepping on his private parts, you keeping him on a leash and calling him mutt...

Tenko can no longer take it - he removes his boxers as well, and grabs your scarf in his lust-driven haze. He didn't think that taking part in a scene like this - pretending to be a little pervert that didn't know you beforehand after your professor had previously mentioned that you and him would be working together - would turn him on this much. "Fuck, mistress, please..."

Here's part two!

#Shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #Tomura shigaraki x reader #Shigaraki x you #Shigaraki x y/n #Shigaraki smut #tomura shigaraki smut #Shigaraki Tomura smut #Bnha smut #Sub shigaraki #Sub shigaraki Tomura #Mha smut #Shigaraki Tomura #Shigaraki #Dom Reader

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thedc-verse · 4 years

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Spreading The Love (Harrison “Harry” Wells x Reader x HR Wells)

Summary HR, Reader and Harry wake up in the same bed.

Warning: F-Bomb, implied sex, swearing, talk about sex

Note: Found some old request that I thought I had posted. Sorry it's taking me 500 years. Shits happened. Also I'm considering writting for Supergirl and Batwoman. I know I've been mostly flash and DC Lot but I'm finally expanding... Slowly.... I'm sorry... I wish I was more active. I genuinely do. 💔.

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You're not sure how it happened but you, Harry, and HR had woken up in the same bed. Your bed. You would have never known the two men were laying next to you in your queen-sized bed had it not been for the loud crack of thunder that awoke you that morning. The rumble was explosive, setting off car alarms all down the streets of Central City. The thunder waking you with a jolt, you sat straight up momentarily confused by your abrupt consciousness. When you fully grasped at what happened you heard a small yet clear groan from the floor, you had managed to knock Harry out of bed. Not a moment later HR stirred. "Harry?" You asked confusedly. "Why are you in my house?" He sat up still on the floor, he looked past you at a sleepy HR. "HR?" He asked now even more confused. You raised a brow and followed his line of sight. Your eyes widened at the shirtless HR. "What the f-" Lightning truck the ground outside your window. With the momentary burst of light, you noticed the rest of HR was just as bare.

Quickly turning away from him you look at Harry, also naked and exposed you averted your gaze. Quickly you clutched your sheets to your chest but it was no use. Your chest had been exposed far too long to leave anything to the imagination. The three of you sat for a moment, no one spoke or looked at each other. You panicked, trying to recall any of last night, but it was as if last night hadn't occurred. As if you all had the same idea at once, which you most likely did, you all stood up ignoring each other and start searching for your clothes. The awkwardness was unbearable.

“How did this happen?” Harry grunted as he grabbed his pants and slipped his right leg in them. You tried to turn on the lamp but nothing came on. The electricity must have gone out. You couldn't see well and you didn't want to walk across the room to get new clothes while naked.

Moonlight shining threw your bedroom window was the only source of light. You finally found your shirt on the floor. It was almost completely under the bed. “Psst.” HR whispered. "Hey," He whispered a little louder to get Harry’s attention from the other side of the bed. He had put on his shirt and scarf and now held up a pair of pants in his right hand. “Harry.” He whispered again. “What!” Harry snapped breaking the trend of whispering. “Those are my pants.” He pointed to Harry who had the jeans halfway up his legs. “What?” Harry paused his movements. “These are yours.” HR raised his hand that held the pants. "Harry well that makes sense. I knew these were too tight." Harry glanced down at his legs contemplating if he should take off the skinny jeans. “. . . Fuck it.” He shrugged pulling the jeans up to his waist. His double watched slightly surprised, after all, Harry did hate skinny jeans. Once Harry zipped up the pants HR shrugged putting on the more breathable pants.

”What happened to your face?” Harry asked finally looking at him. “What happened to yours?” HR retorted seeing the black around his eye. You pulled your shirt over your head before reaching further under your bed and blindly slapping your hand around until you felt a familiar plastic handle. You smiled to yourself pulling out your camping lantern and turning it on, your loft glowed insignificantly brighter. You frowned slightly remembering it was brighter during the last blackout.

“What the hell happened?” Harry whisper-yelled at HR. “Me? What makes you think I know?” Hr placed a hand over his chest defensively. “Because whenever something goes wrong it's usually your fault!” Harry argued, to this HR rolled his eyes, shifting so his back faced Harry. 'They act more like brothers then doppelgangers.' You thought with a sigh as you grabbed your pants. The two men bickered as you put on your pants. You were getting a headache from all this chaos. You rubbed your temples as you walked downstairs. “This is ridiculous, Harry. I did nothing wrong.” You heard HR protesting voice fade as you made your way down the steps.

'No, what’s ridiculous is waking up in bed with two men, or was it one? Same man different bodies. . . I need an aspirin.' Walking into the kitchen section and opening the fridge you grab a water bottle. As you opened the medicine cabinet you made a mental note to reorganize it. "What a mess." You grumbled finally finding the aspirin. You heard quick footsteps come down the stairs as you swallowed the capsule. You glanced at the clock on your stove curiously. The clock was blacked out. "Great..."

“So I’m guessing you don’t remember last night either?” HR asked entering the kitchen. “Not really... All I know is that the three of us must have had sex . . .” You squinted at them not liking how that sounded. Nor sure if that was the best way to word it. "I mean doppelgangers are technically the same person... so was it actually a three-way?" Harry averted his gaze to stare at the floor, hand rubbing the back of his neck. "Well yes and no..." He trailed off. You handed placed both the aspirin bottle and your water on the countertop for them to use. HR wasted no time grabbing the medication and taking two tablets. He tried to hand the bottle to Harry but he pushed it away annoyed. “Gross. I’m not drinking after you.” He spat. You patted his shoulder tiredly. “No telling what you did last night. Just drink it.” You said heading to the couch. HR offered then now disturbed Harry the drink again. Harry glared at HR while he ripped the bottle from his hand harshly. He rolled his eyes as he drank from the bottle. After he finished his drink he opened the front door and left. HR grabbed his hat and followed after him.

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You were running late. You overslept big time. 'I knew I shouldn't have tried to squeeze in a nap. I rest everything but the alarm clock. Smooth.' You scolded yourself. As you stepped onto the elevator your phone pinged.

New Message from Cisco: WHERE ARE YOU!!!!

"Oh great." You muttered hitting your floor on the elevator. You glanced at the clock as you typed a response back. 'Holy shit. 8:40. I'm two hours and forty minutes late. That's almost three hours! Three! That's way too many. Can I get fired? But I love this job! My friends wouldn't fire me, right? Barry is kind of too nice and a push over...No, of course, they wouldn't fire you. Just calm down. You're only freaking out because of what maybe-no-definitely happened last night...' You stepped off the elevator and headed to the Cortex.

As walked in you were greeted by Cisco. “Hey, Y/N," He said smiling cheerily as he slings an arm around your shoulder. "Let’s threesome this afternoon.” You stopped walking. “I’m sorry, what?” Barry, Caitlin, Harry, and HR turned around curiously. In doing so you could now fully see Harry's deep black eye and HR's bandaged up nose. “Let’s do something this afternoon?” Cisco repeated confusedly, his voice going high pitched as he let go of you. “Oh, No thanks I can barely stand.” You said walking to your desk. You placed your work files and laptop on the desk. “Why can you barely stand?” He asked rather loudly. You paused again, internally swearing, you glanced at the doubles before turning around to face the others fully.

HR suffocated on his coffee gasping for air at Cisco's words. Harry squinted questioningly at HR not sure why he had suddenly inhaled if favorite beverage. You saw the connection click in his eyes as they both turned to you. “How come I what?” You raised a brow, playing dumb. This time Barry spoke up. “You said you can barely stand. Why?” You glanced from Barry to Cisco to Barry. The speedster made a face as if asking, 'Are you gonna tell us?’ as he shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest. “No, I said I can barely stand... today. As in if I’m this tired now, how would I have any energy to do anything tonight. I'll tell you how." You pointed at them. "I won't. I’ll be dead asleep.” You laughed awkwardly. "Anyways we need to make up for the lost time. Barry, hurry up." You attempted to change the topic smoothly, but when Cisco opened his mouth to question you, you grabbed Barry's hand and dragged him out of the room.

You just wanted the day to be over and you would like as little questioning as possible. Even if you wanted to answer, which you didn't, you couldn't remember anything anyway. For all, you know the three of you decided the room was too hot, took off your clothes, and then passed out drunk. Maybe nothing happened and this would make for a funny story later. You think back to this morning. After the doppelgangers left without a word you sat on the couch for an hour trying to make any sense of the situation. Part of you wished you'd just stayed asleep, you'd have never known anything happened and life would be fine.

Once you had entered the speed lab Barry couldn't help but ask, “What was that about?” You glared at him as you took your position behind the monitor. “Just run.” He raised a brow curiously but did as he was told. While Barry was running you tried to focus on his speed but your mind kept drifting off. A few laps into the test you started to remember bits of last night. It flashed through your head so fast and on loop until the fragments made a story of what had actually happened the night before.

HR had shown up at the bar where yourself, Caitlin, and Cisco were drinking. He must have a bunch of coffee because he was talking way to fast to understand what he was saying. You honestly couldn't remember a word he said. You vaguely remember ordering a drink before Harry showed up. His hair was ruffled as if he'd been running, his cheeks were red and he was out of breath. His chest puffed in and out clearly taking deep breaths as he scanned the bar rapidly. He looked determined. His eyes met yours and then suddenly the three of you were at your loft. 'HR was kissing me or was it, Harry? . . . It was HR. He was wearing a scarf.' The three of you managed to get up the stairs without falling, 'I was laying on my bed and... HR and Harry got into a fight? What were they saying? Leave? Just tell her?' Tell me what?' HR pushed Harry onto the bed, his back hitting the mattress. They wrestled, Harry got on top for a brief second before HR flipped them over... 'Kind of looks like they were... oh god! Wait-! Where did Harry’s shirt go? Where are my pants? Harry’s pulling me to him...HR’s taking off his shirt behind Harry.

“/N. Y/N!” Barry yelled as he walked out of the track. “Are sure you're ok?" He asked. “I’m fine.” You huffed. You might not remember what happened after that but your body did. It was reacting in ways not safe for work. You crossed your legs instinctively.

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It was now the end of the day and you had to work up the courage to get the work you left in the Cortex, which is where both HR and Harry would most likely be. When you walked in you were alone, the cortex being completely empty was rare so a quick beeline for your desk was suitable. No one around to question why you're in a hurry and you didn't want to waste this opportunity. HR popped out of nowhere, you flinched in surprise at his bright smiling appearance. Which at this point shouldn't be a surprise, showing up out of nowhere was his thing. “I remember.” His smile grew. “What?" Both you and Harry blurted. Jumping again at the sound of another voice entering the conversation. Your face flushed embarrassed your not a jumpy person but clearly, you were more on edge than you thought.

“You told me you didn’t remember,” Harry growled as he approached you both. “Well when you asked me if I remembered, I thought about it and it started coming back to me. I don’t see what the big deal is you almost died when you got your memory back. Muttering “I’d never do that.” and then you glared at me.” He shrugged. Your head snapped to Harry. “You remember? How much?”

“You say that like you want to know.” Harry scoffed turning to leave. “I remember how you got your black eye and how HR broke his nose.” You smirked crossing your arms over your chest. "How did either of you explain that to the others?" Harry turned to face you. His mouth opened but HR cut in. “And what happened next was quite a sight-” “Don’t!” Harry's voice cracked as held up a hand to his doubles mouth. “Oh, so you remember that too?” HR smirked, 'Since when did he smirk?'

“I’d rather not,” Harry grumbled as he stared at the floor. “So where does this leave us?” You asked. “What do you mean?” They asked in unison. “Aren’t we gonna piece the night back together, figure out what lead to this?” Harry glimpsed at the entrance. “It was a one night stand.” Harry deadpanned. "A one time mistake." He stated firmly before brushing past you.

You watched him leave.

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hackink · 3 years

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Step Dad

A short story

I hear thrashing and screaming, I yearned for it to end, never did. That quite sucks not gonna lie.

I'm the big one, it's like I'm the chosen one in my family, could be both good or bad. I've got to take care of my siblings, like all the time. The big responsibilities always point in my direction. It's not all bad, I do have my fair share of fun. But for that same reason, I must set a good example. I can't really act the way I wanna most of the time, usually I've make-up on my face, covering the skin before it. It's kinda complicated.

This one time, my parents came into my room, they introduced me to someone, he was a tall white man, and was fairly well clothed. He was wearing these really nice shoes, and had a suit on that looked like it cost buck. I shook his big hand, it felt soft, and a bit warming. We talked for about 30 minutes, he was a fairly nice person, and my parents seemed to like him as well.

After that time was over, my dad went to the room, and grabbed some suitcases out from the closet, as he rolled them by, I felt my heart drop. They explained everything.

Quickly, I put my make-up on, before it was too late, it was. Once I saw my little brother and sister hugging the leg of my dad, begging him to stay, I washed it off naturally. 'Who is he to take the place of my dad?' This thought lingered in my head that night, I took some sleeping pills.

I avoided the man, I didn't want to talk to him, if I saw my mother close to him, I'd turn my head, cause I know how violent I can get. There was this one time, where I walked into the kitchen to get a snack, was playing Minecraft with my siblings, and there I saw the two, hugging and kissing. I, at that moment, remembered how my dad taught me to drive, how he taught me to build a nice dog house for our pet dog, which had died upon my dad's exit. I remembered every single second I spent with my father, the amazing role model he was, and snapped.

Back in the 8th grade, one of my good friends was playing bloody knuckles with someone. He totaled him. He then turned to me, and held his fist up, I didn't last two punches. He told me to start punching the walls at home, bit by bit, so that it wouldn't hurt and my fists would become stronger. In two months' time, my knuckles along with my punches, had become stronger than most boys in my school. I beat my friend, the only time I did too, cause he trained after that as well, and became much better than me. Though, I did beat just about anyone in school at bloody knuckles.

I clenched my fist, and I dropped my phone. This man was innocent, I just hated the fact that he wanted to replace the man who could never be replaced, ever. I felt like letting him know. I had never punched anything as hard as I could, since it'd probably be the end of my fist, but boy do I gotta say his cheek was soft. He fell to the ground and hit the stove with his head, my mom started to scream and push me back, each little shove she gave me, let me know how much she liked this man. They all hurt. I hadn't seen her do that with my dad in the past year, and he gets to do it in the first week? I couldn't settle with that, I ran out the house, and went to my grandma's house, where I began punching the tree in order to not break down in tears.

She gave me some hot cocoa, and let me spend the night there. She felt like she always had, like my grandma, so I felt comfortable, silently I sobbed. The next morning I got up and took a shower, my hands had a bunch of wounds in them from punching the tree bare fisted, and they really hurt to clean. They were also shaking, 'maybe I cracked a bone or something?' I didn't really care, my adrenaline wasn't going down anytime soon.

I was taking a jog outside around the house to clear my mind, when I see a tall man, with some really nice shoes, and a bruise on his cheek come by. 'Your mother sent me to get you.' I ignored him, for his sake. He sat down in a chair, and patted next to him, signaling for me to take a seat. I was thinking it was a bad pun, was he here to mock me? His face was so infuriating, the fact that it wasn't six feet under was pissing me off. On my next lap around the house, I kicked his chair over, his suit looked expensive. He smiled and chuckled, 'kids these days are quite funny.' Why? He must be a psycho, my reaction would be to get mad, or confused at least!

He began to jog alongside me, this man was starting to tick me off big time. I stopped running, grabbed his tie, and said 'Get out, and I mean out, you lay another finger on my mom and I'll kill you!' I tripped him, and continued my jog. I'd feel guilty, but I can't for someone who got my father kicked out of the house, nobody deserves to live after screwing with my family.

I returned home later that day, still a tad hesitant because of the incidents the day prior. My mom asked me to help her cook, she was making shrimp. She gave me the basic rundown of what she had going, and started cutting vegetables off to the side, we started talking about the usual, how much I annoyed her, and how my siblings were idiots. I hear the door open, and I get ready for disappointment, 'Hello everybody!!' it's a... playful voice?

'Where's my food you peasants?' My eyes lighten up, followed by tears. I rush over to hug my dad, started to sob in his arms. He had a black bag, that had chips in it, he always brought chips back home from time to time. He lied it down on the table, and not long after, my siblings came running and crying. 'Dad why did you leave!?' My little brother cried as he hugged him, my sister on the other side. I felt a sense of family, something I haven't felt in a long time. Through the open door walked a other entity, the tall man. I then snapped back into life, and became a bit sad that I wasn't seeing my dad every day, or that he wasn't showing me something. I didn't feed him, I let him eat a microwaved frozen food, I could not give a damn about his existence. Well, that's a lie, I'd prefer if he was gone.

A couple weeks went by, I was kinda getting used to ignoring the tall man in my house. One good thing is that I never saw him getting intimate with my mom. Could've been good or bad, cause I couldn't punch him, bummer. He was always at work, your typical nine to five corporate slave. So when he was gone, I'd spend time normally with my family. I video chatted my dad every day or two, and just talked about life, sometimes he'd show me how to wood work via video chat. I could live with this.

One day, he came back with a few boxes in his hands, and a letter, or at least that's what it looked like. He opened the boxes in front of my sister and brother, as well as my mom and I. Inside the link box, there was a super high quality drawling tablet, the exact one that my sister always wanted, and cracked jokes about. She took it and ran to her room to use it. In the blue box, there was this laptop, one that my little brother was talking about gettjng for ages, and wouldn't shut up about how good it was. He said thank you and ran to his room to use it. I was pissed, he was trying to buy us into liking him, and it was seeming to be quite effective. He opened a my box, it was keys to a car, specifically the car I always told my dad I was going to get when I got money, and got us out of this house, into a nice house. He always said he was gonna buy it for me, I felt conflicted.

'I know we've had our ups and downs, but I really do want to get along with you as my child, or maybe even just a friend.' I saw my mom out of the corner of my eye, she was tearing up, of happiness. I came back to my senses, and went back to my room, slammed the door shut. I knew I had let my mother down, there were like twenty different emotions circulating through me, they were wreaking havoc. I began to punch the walls, I started screaming, it was probably audible from miles away. I felt weird, something I had never felt before. It didn't seem healthy, but I didn't care. This feeling was new to me, I felt like dying over and over, but even then, that might've not been enough to suppress the pain. I remember thinking to myself, 'I'm gonna kill him, he will die!'

That night, I asked him to come talk to me outside. He looked excited. We went outside, and I took him to the back of the house. I had an itch on my lower back. 'So, what's up?' I didn't reply. 'You're uh, quite the mysterious one aren't you?' He chuckled a bit to himself, I didn't move a muscle. He began to talk about what he had for the future, how he was gonna move us out in like a month, and buy us everything we wanted. 'That's what my dad's gonna do.' I mumbled quietly. 'I beg your pardon?' He replied. I couldn't take it anymore. 'My dad's gonna buy us a house, he's gonna move us out!' I pulled out the pocket knife from the back of my pants and stabbed him in the chest.

His blood came rushing out shortly, I began to scream and cry, 'You will never be my dad!' I stabbed him time and time again, he didn't move after a while. My dad walked up behind me and patted me on the back, along with my mother, sister, and little brother. We spit on him together, and we started to chant, it was a happy chant. We danced around his corpse. I started to sweat intensely, my family began to fade away, still chanting, it turned louder and louder. They began to float away, I dropped to my knees, and the tall man was laughing at me, he pointed and laughed. I started to laugh, with tears running down my face, I took the knife and pointed it at me, that's when I heard the voice. 'Wake up! Jesus Christ you've been sleeping all morning!'

My mom woke me up, I got up and went to the table. I got a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, and began to eat. My mom walked outside and began to talk to my aunt, 'So, I was able to get this puppy sold for about $150!' I overheard some of their conversation, I wanted a puppy. My dad walked in with a bag, 'Hello my dear children! I am awesome for I have brought the goodies!' I look inside the bag, and tell him that he forgot my hot chips. He quickly runs outside. I take the bag over to my sister and brother, where they get their bag of chips, and start munching away. Once I finish my cereal, I get ready for school. I brush my teeth, and put on a sweater. My mom passes by me on the phone with her sister, talking about something, I couldn't quite catch it. As I open the door, I see my dad chasing after my baby sister, who's face is covered in mud, and laughing away. 'I'm gonna brush your hair so hard!' He yells at her, I giggle to myself. My aunt is outside my house, playing jump rope with my cousin. I wonder who's winning. My sister walks past me, and looks at me. 'Another bad dream?' she asks. 'Yea, this one was hectic.'

#my words #my writing #short story #step dad

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judgement-free-sideblog · 5 years

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Dancing lessons

Barry Berkman x reader

Summary: Barry is finally cast in a feature, the problem? He said he could dance and now he can either disappoint Sally or found a way to learn some steps.

Warnings: Swearing, blood, violence, guns, cheating maybe.

Part 1 ● Part 2 ● Part 3 ● Part 4 ● Part 5 ● Part 6 ● Part 7 ● Part 8 ● Epilogue

Part 2

One week after the first time Barry meet Y/N he was nowhere near learning tango, let alone dancing on the level his stupid resume said he could, he only have ended with horrible pain on his knees, thighs and back. And he hasn't even practice dancing with music yet, apparently his instructor thought he first had to learn one basic step and repeat it a million times before he could start doing the "flashy and presumptuous" step, as she called them, that the director may want.

"You really don't have to worry" Sally said during breakfast, they have an agreement to spend the night at least twice a week in each other apartment but he could tell she rather if he stayed at hers since Jermaine and Nick didn't get along with her. "That girl you say is dancing with you, I just heard from Lindsay that she is totally sleeping with the director so probably the scene is an excuse to show her dancing talent and they will be focusing on her instead of you" She drank the rest of her orange juice and stood up quickly "God is so late" she checked her phone and gave him a kiss on the cheek before taking her purse and keys and rush to the door "I'll see you tonight ok? Good luck!"

"Bye, I love..." And then she was gone. "You" He finished his breakfast and took his own car to the studio where he had to finish filming his scenes.

"Barry you're here, excellent!" Andre said when he arrived, thankfully he was not the star of the film and he didn't have to listen the hundred of notes he had for the leads nor taking all the shit the PAs get from him. "Look" He said pointing at his tablet "Janice is on New York for three more weeks for a Ballet presentation, but she sent this to me, is the perfect choreography for the scene. What do you think?" He showed her a clip of Janice and some professional dancer with a song he didn't knew, probably in Spanish or Italian, dancing incredibly close, with several lifts and spins.

"Great" He said feeling dizzy "Flashy and presumptuous" He add really low.

"What was that?"

"Classy and marvelous, is a modern take on the Argentine style isn't?" He said repeating what Y/N had said to him the day before.

"I have no idea, but hey you are the expert" He gave him a pat on the back. "You can start rehearsing with Janice when she gets back" He didn't like that kind of touching, it reminded him of Fuches and make him feel uneasy.

"Sure, great, hey could you send me that video, you know to study her movements" he tried to sound casual and not frightened as he was.

"Yeah sure" he said and with a hand gesture urged him to move to the set where he got to start shooting.

The minute he was over he drove back to Y/N's studio and saw her giving her class to young girls all dressed as ballerinas, she was wearing a black seetrough dancing skirt over a leotard, and his eyes lingered on her legs a few seconds more than he should mesmerized as he was by the elegance she used to dance.

"Barry you are early" She saluted him with a smile, "Girls say hi to Mr. Block" she said at the mass of pink and white.

"Hi Mr. Block" They cheered.

"I'll be done in a few minutes but this really is a private rehearsal" She pat her lips with one finger thinking "Would you mind waiting upstairs? I mean I would hate for you to drive back home to come back in less than an hour, and the coffee place on this block sucks" She said and the girls start laughing "Don't tell your mothers" She quickly add.

"I don't want to be a burden"

"Oh nonsense, you are not, go upstairs, I have food on the fridge but I wouldn't recommend it since you are dancing later and the WiFi password is written next to the phone" She insisted and he finally accept.

The apartment was just a little bigger than the one he rented with Jermaine and had a nice walls on a blue shade that reminded him of the ocean. And a big window facing directly to the door, so the first thing you see when you entered were the rooftop of other buildings and the hills in the back.

He entered feeling himself as an intruder, but being honest that was a common feeling for him, even if he haven't break in any place in over a year, a very long year, and again the pain of thinking of Fuches maybe lurking around strike him in the chest.

He found a place to sit and after being 5 minutes in complete silence trying to not be alone with his thoughts he took out his laptop to watch the dance again. Next to the landline was a nice picture of Y/N on his wedding dress next to a man that must be her husband with golden letters and numbers written over: JPTLV150813.

Once he was connected he allow himself to look around, the living room was tastefully decorated and there were some framed paintings of wild flowers on the wall in purples and pinks. He glance at their dinner table in the other room next to her kitchen, and while he was still holding he picture his mind start wandering, maybe Sally would like to live with him in a place like that. Full of light and peaceful.

He picture himself waking every morning and walking towards the kitchen to make her breakfast, she getting out of the set exhausted, to get a glass of wine in the living room. Reading lines together in the couch, and falling asleep there watching a movie.

And then since he hadn't sleep wery well and Y/N couch was madly comfortable he fall asleep still holding the picture and suddenly Sally's face start fading away, and Y/N replaced her, in a blue version of the clothes she was wearing earlier, he saw himself dancing with her on the living room, a slow and romantic rhythm, and instead of her husband it was him smiling on the picture next to the phone. She would come upstairs tired from work and he would stop her at the door to give her a passionate kiss... then the sound of a gun going off came from the window and a blood stain start forming in her chest running and she collapsing on his arms, and then it was Sally lifeless body again who he was holding and she whispered before losing her breath You did this and fearful he looked at his own hand holding the gun...

"Barry?" Y/N's voice came from the door, and immediately woke up and shake those horrifying ideas from his mind.

"Here" He call from the couch and was careful enough to not look back and don't picture her covered in blood

"I'm so done, boy I'm glad you came upstairs, Amanda's mother is a pain in the ass, if she have seen you she would have called the cops or something" She said and sit in next of him, she was already wearing the heels she used to practice with him. "What you got there?" She said looking at the screen where the video of Janice was still on.

"Is the dance I'm supposed to do for the movie" He said glad to have something to said and he showed her the clip.

"Well... you are screwed" She said after it was finish and he gave her an imploring look. "I'm kidding, I mean is a monstrosity of showing off, and her technique is not perfect, but I'm pretty sure you can put together something, like Ed Sheeran on Thinking out loud". She said confidently.

"Who?" He asked with no idea of what she meant.

"He is a British singer, we are probably too old to know him, but couples come all the time trying to learn his routine for their wedding" She said, but his face was still puzzled "You are not very familiar with pop culture, for an actor living in L.A. I mean" She stood up and walked towards her kitchen "Do you want anything? I have wine, beer, orange juice?" She called from the other room.

"Beer is fine, and is because I only became an actor recently" He said with some embarrassment in his voice taking the bottleshe offered him "I used to amm... sell auto parts in Cleveland"

"Ohio, that's ... far" she said taking a sip of her drink.

"And before that I was a Marine" He add and she almost spit her beer but did her best to pass it down.

"Oh wow, that's unusual. I would definitely say thank you for your service, but I'm antiwar so what if I gave you a 10 percent off on the lessons and we call it even?" She grin at him

"Don't worry about that, I don't like to make a big deal about it anyway" He said sincerely "Also I'm pretty sure you are wasting your time with me"

"Don't be so harsh on yourself, here look" She took the laptop off his hands and found a video of a ginger man singing a cheezy song about eternal love "See he is not properly dancing, but he act like he is, so first you have to learn how to lead, come on take off your shoes"

"Take them off? Why?" He asked while she got rid off her heels and let her bare feet touch the wooden floor.

"Because, and I mean this with respect" She said standing and looking for a record to put in her old record player until she found one "You are huge, and I'm afraid you would step on me with those shoes" a slow rhythm start playing and he did what she asked and stood barefoot in front of her.

"That doesn't sound like the other songs" Although he like it.

"Because you have to learn to walk before you can run, now, put both of your hands on my hips" She said getting closer to him.

"Like this?" It was funny how without the heels she was way shorter and couldn't completely reach her neck so she settled for put both hands on his shoulders.

"Fine now listen to the music and move" She said moving her body rhythmically "There you go, now move me, lead, right or left, is your choice" She said letting him take small steps and occasionally looking down to watch his feet.

"This is not that bad actually" Barry was actually enjoying himself, then the music start going faster and she took his right hand on hers and pull away from him and he chose to ignore the feeling of lost that caused him.

"Now, the hand on my back has to be steady, and lead, we can spin" She said and taught him how "Or we can walk" She started walking back slowly letting him follow the steps at his own pace. "Is all about who is leading" She gave him a smile and they kept dancing until the music was ending and since he had confidence now he make her spin and catch her on his arm like Janice's partner did on the clip.

"Sorry I always wanted to try that" he said once she was standing next to him.

"It was great, you are getting it, now we can try to improve your actual steps, but we should go downstairs, my husband is about to comeback and he hates having music on when he is working" She put on her shoes again and walked out followed by Barry.

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frogsandfries · 3 years

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I had so much fun today

Of course, this too shall pass. I'll get like a week into this and just be like, this is dumb and I hate it.

I started writing the actual script for my graphic novel today. Yes, yes, I know: That's where I should have started. Technically, I did. I did start out with the original prose/creative writing. And that worked for me to make my frames from. But I would like to try to get an agent for this project. I did do some research on scripts. I guess there's still no exact industry standard, but I did look at one of my current favorites, Saga, and I also considered Dark Horse's standard format. So I'm kind of going back and forth sketchy style, the way I pencil, but for writing: I'm writing a script-ified version of what I see on the page, and doing that for a while, letting what's there rest, and then going back and tightening it up when I go back to format the writing.

I would like to get everything to one point, y'know? Where maybe the script is done--at this point, I'm already ahead in the script from where I am in the linework, but that's just the way it is. I had my partner take a second look. He suggested that maybe I should bring the script to a uniform point, describe the completed frames as equally as frames I've never sketched.

All I have to do is get to a point in the script where I am writing frames that I've never ever even sketched, which is not a point I'm at quite yet--right now I'm describing frames I roughed out several years ago, and trying to imagine my way through improving the overall narrative.

I was also thinking, this project really could be thousands or tens of thousands of frames. That's not really practical to organize with my current methods. I would like to be able to refer to them easily by number--first, I would like some kind of subtle code written into the frame where I could say, ah yes, this is frame X, without being so obvious. Second, I was thinking about actually breaking down the graphic novel into units. It would be cool to divide it by the day, but I don't want the story to be that level of involved. I definitely don't want to have to create all that filler. I think I would have more realistic, consistent results if I broke each week into a chapter or volume or whatever. I could also more easily refer to, like, week two, frame 158, than frame 3279.

I'm still straining my brain for an easy, subtle code for numbering frames inside the frame. It would probably be easier if the frames didn't have so few pixels......... While it really would be cool if my checkerboard blends didn't quite look so.......checky, it would probably force me to take my hunt for a more focused pixel art platform when the one I'm using works well enough for the purposes I want to put it to. Plus, I've already got a color palette.

Anyway, my partner wanted to get some writing done tomorrow, and for now, I don't have a keyboard for my tablet, plus he's taking some OT, and we have errands. I might be obligated to take weekends off from writing, or bounce between his laptop and my tablet. I feel like I should still keep balancing new final lineworks and moving forward my colorwork. Either way, I think it might be realistic that I could have this outline/script ready by the end of the year. Or maybe that's optimistic. Who knows. I want to be optimistic. I want to make something of this project.

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