#don't worry she told him after this

[lovinnelily]

Y'all do know you can't make Jason be NOT white without changing his whole character, right?

For other characters, yes, because their physical appearance are not that influential in their story, on how they are viewed by people, on their personality formation — you can have a black/asian/indigenous/arab/brown/latino/etc Nico and yes, the hate he gets will have a undertone of racism but at the same time nothing significant on his story, motivation or personality will need to change. This is also true for other characters: Clarisse risks repeating the "aggressive WoC" stereotype but the character itself doesn't change.

This isn't true for Jason, whose main character trait is how he is perceived by others and how he showcases himself to others based on that perception. (specially with how little effort Riordan put on him besides making him perfect-er Percy who's somehow also weaker and less important than him).

Let's not pretend a black, Arab, indigenous, Asian, Latin man, etc, in the USA would ever be treated with the universal reverence Jason gets from New Roma, you can't have the illusion of perfection and most of all, of invincibility they have about him when you see him suffering racism or xenophobia in the middle of a mission. Nothing in his life has ever gone wrong, that's his image, destined to be king, he is supposed to have no weakness on his peers eyes.

He is not trying to prove people wrong, he is trying to prove them right; he isn't worthy despite their prejudice, on the contrary, he only tried to make himself worthy to fulfill their expectations. He can't be a woman or an immigrant or have a visible disability or any other thing that strays him from a perfect ideal by western society standards, and be that same character.

#Different from the other white character in the series he was never questioned or doubted #There's a presumption of perfection with no exceptions that society doesn't give to us (women poc immigrants visible minorities in general) #His privilege (handsome white man with no visible disability son of Zeus etc) also prevented anyone from worrying for his well being #This illusion/expectation of him having no weakness/being untouchable pushes himself too far and clouds his judgment. #I headcanon he didn't even consider the possibility of myopia because that wouldn't fit Jason Grace Son of Jupiter so it wasn't an option #And you think it'd be the same character after facing racism? Because ain't no way he'd be praetor without going through racism #I think I'd love him nonetheless since I'm very weak to the whole golden boy tearing himself to save the world but it'd be a new character #jason grace #I know racism in USA is different from here but I know how different a “non-racist” white person treats me and treats my white friends #Also for him to not be an entirely different character if PoC would be incredibly disrespectful and racist on its own #It would fail to recognize the difference in how we are read (and written). I hate that a lot. #I remember that when Cody told Brandi “I see no color” she told him “then you don't see me” and that's so fucking striking #We ARE different. treated differently. if you act like you don't see it then you also turn a blind eye to the violence that comes from it #This is straying from my point I got a bit heated banalization of things I care about usually does that to me #Point is please don't change Jason on the very few things that man actually bothered writing about him #I actually think this is true about Octavian too. A lot of what he is allowed to do would not be possible if he weren't a white man. #Same for Rachel Elizabeth Dare. I mean you can work around making her poc but it will truly be pushing A LOT #Let's put it this way: a woc doing a street performance is perceived very differently from a white woman doing a street performance. #Specially in the eyes of cops #Pjo

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

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#just texted my ex that i parted on bad terms with. and who fucked my best friend. that i don't want to speak to her anymore #after she sent me a few messages #explained why i don't want to hear from her. was very polite #POLITE ABOUT THE FACT THAT SHE FUCKED MY BEST FRIEND #(don't worry my best friend didn't get off easily from this either) #but I've received no less than five messages from her since i sent mine #i think that's a pretty weird reaction to being told that i don't want to hear from her #literally two days before my birthday i got to learn that my best friend and my ex were fucking #didn't speak to my best friend for two weeks and i considered never speaking to him again #even considered not going back to the camp we both work at #i was in a very bad place for awhile #i feel like she has no right to text me what are definitely five angry messages #especially considering why we broke up #fuck her. i don't have the energy to be angry though #just tired and want her out of my life #I'm gonna go check the messages and maybe I'll talk about them here #not angry messages actually. she asked me to mail back the pillow i took (with her permission) and the promise ring she gave me #or at least not get rid of them because they mean a lot to her #i always told her if we broke up she wouldn't get her pillow back #but I'll send her the fucking ring. fuck get for promising we'd stay together and then abandoning me with no warning #I'm having a bad night folks. might cut and dye my hair about it

[planeoftheeclectic]

Hello, Peregrine 4 for the WIP Wednesday ask game please!

Also, what's this about a dnd character's Inigo Montoya speech? That sounds awesome, you should work on that too.

3 minutes of editing done! Here's the first three sentences of Snorri's Inigo Montoya speech!

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You don't know me. But you know my mother. Or rather, you knew my mother.

#auburnlaughter #my writing #WIP Wednesdays #thank you!! #dnd #context is that Snorri is a dragonborn bard following in the footsteps of her mother who was the founding member and inspiration for a grou #of adventurers who made it big - but only after an accident had made her lose her voice and they just kinda...left her by the wayside #so my character's motivation to start adventuring was in part to show up the Golden Company #once he found out they were still alive...well. Also I should say there's apparently only one of them still alive. #The lich told us so. and I think we can trust him on that #the lich is terrified of them btw #like turned everyone into an undead army levels of terrified #and tbf the company just got...up/downgraded from 'careless assholes who cause problems on accident as high-level parties are wont to do' #to 'malicious egomaniacs who were probably making a grab for total control of the island' #and at least one of them - the one who is still alive(?) - was working with the evil god who's been causing problems #also! there's like a 50% chance he's Snorri's father! because my DM asked me 'hey what's Snorri's relationship with her dad?' #'uh not much of one he wasn't really around most of the time.' #'Cool! Snorri never knew their dad. Don't worry about it.' #so naturally I (not Snorri) have been VERY WORRIED ABOUT IT ever since #it's great. he's only just gotten to the point where she *might* not stab him on sight (or try to. we're only level 3) #and him turning out to be her dad wouldn't change anything. It's going to be great #he might not be though! who knows what steve is planning! certainly not me!!

[roaringroa]

to the beautiful girl dressed as juliet from the halloween party two days ago: i am still thinking about you

#she was crazy beautiful and we danced for so long #she was a friend’s friend so at one point we went to sit together with everyone else and there weren’t enough chairs #so she pulled me onto her lap and when i told her to be careful cause i’m heavy #she said not to worry cause she works out so she can handle hot women????!!!! whjsgjajakshs #should have kissed her then and there but we literally had just sat down in the middle of all of our friends so i thought later #and at one point i think before that she kighted me with a water bottle?? i can’t remember why but i kneeled in front of her #so she knighted me and then gave me a kiss on the forehead and then one on each cheek #should have kissed her then too but i think we did the knight thing as a demonstration to ppl so again all of our friends were paying atten #anyway after both the lap the knighting and dancing very closely for a while i took her somewhere else #like outside so i could find an excuse to kiss her #but there were other couples there and everyone was asked to get back inside #so we did and then we sat down somewhere #we were chatting and then she said something about the guy who was flirting with her and how she wasn’t sure she should kiss him #because (here i don’t remember exactly) something about her ex boyfriend and how that guy wasn’t sober #so after that i was like wait am i sober enough so i realized i was a little too drunk and didn't try anything again #anyway we continued to dance and flirt but nothing more #and then she left and all i could think of please can i see you again #cause i would really like to kiss you and now i'm still thinking about her #but i don’t use insta and even if i did i prob wouldn’t flirt with her via insta cause i'm too chicken #but if i don’t use insta how can i see her again since i don't see our mutual friend that frequently #ou mutual friend is my high school friend and her middle school friend #my high school friend group is planning to get together in like a month and a half ( we have to plan in advance lol) #so i might ask about her then 💀💀💀 #might be a little pathetic to ask about someone you met once after 1 month and a half but honestly i really did like her a lot #and i AM a little pathetic so… #also just to be clear this is not the girl i kissed in the sonic costume lol i was dressed as wednesday addams and didn’t kiss her :( #also no hate to the girl i kissed in the sonic costume she was cute but juliette girl was so... asdjlkfsçad #my post

[haneys]

I had a dream that there was singing/performing competition going on scream it was all so real i woke up and I wa slike megan thee stallion won I'm so happy! before I fully awoke halp. but I'm so glad I didn't have a nightmare <3

#patxt #beside her there was this like emo rock dude that people mostly boo'd for some reason? I think he was clearly an industry plant and mid and #it was so brutal to see people just 😐 at him as his singing there. and some other people. I was in the crowd watching life with mt friends #and its like everyone had their own song they were performing but after someone gets voted out their song gets added to the rest of artists #like. queue? so at the end everyone was singing everyhring really. and I think Megan wasn't that big of an artist yet because she was happy #but seemed overwhelmed with what was going on esp since it was a consecutive win in a row for her. AND THE THING IS SOMEHOW??? after the #competition she was in MY GRANDPARENTS HOUSE? and me and my friends were chilling taking with her congratulating and my grandma were making #her tea so she can rest a bit (my grandma weren't blind in my dream im gonna crryyy) and we were chatting like we were friends and she was #worried this will bring like an influx of performances and duties to her and she's afraid its gonna drain her and i told her oh don't worry #that's what you have your menagers for so they cna pick just the best things out for u so u don't have to stress ^_^ #I think my brain mixed Megan and Sara James together because I've been thinking abt Sara winning the voice in USA and how she was also #sweeping every competition here in poland and I was 🥺 like... guys she's 13 😭 and she's such a sweetheart and kind girl I hope the #like singing industry will be kind to her or else I'm exploding this world #got Talent not the voice i think*

[skrunksthatwunk]

ranting for like an hour with my roommate about rascal's owner bc i do not understand her behavior (<- furious).

#like ur fine with letting us (basically strangers) take him for weeks at a time with little communication but you still call him your son?? #you leave him alone with your physically abusive roommate (knowing what she does to him) all day and still he's your son? #you tell everyone you and roommate are the dysfunctional/deadbeat/abusive parents and we're the loving foster parents and you feel no shame #you dont try to change this? you don't take him to a shelter or clean up your act or change roommates at all??? #and yet you still act like he means something to you when the only time he is cared for is when he's in our home #he is a sweet little boy who you took in on purpose and chose to keep and choose to keep every day #and you're fine with dumping him on us for weeks only seeing him for minutes at a time and now youre gonna take him home over break to get #him used to your pets?? like you want to keep him??? #i feel like ive been played for a sucker. like yes i inserted myself in this mess and i feel idk like. arrogant? for judging her #but at the same time i can't look at her roommate locking him in a dark closet full of his own shit or waving a taser at him or throwing hi #across the room ('look' metaphorically; i was told afterwards and they acted like it was funny) and go #yeah well. maybe we're all bad parents. YOU LEAVE HIM WITH HER? ON PURPOSE. EVERY DAY FOR MANY HOURS #like im glad to take care of him i will and am doing it for free i love him dearly. but watching her come back for him like it doesn't #matter that shes been gone this whole time and like it doesn't matter who he's with or how they treat him after we mop his shit up for week #like goddamn. ive been doing you a favor haven't i. #ive been a free cat nanny and at the end of the day he'll go right back into that shitcloset. and you won't bat an eye. #it's worth it to get him out of there even if im being taken advantage of but i fucking still don't like it #but im worried that if i confront her she'll take him back for good. aughh Hes Literally Not My Cat I Don't Have Any Right To Take Him #But He Needs Somebody Who Can Take Care Of Him. and im not even sure that person's me but fucking. at least i try #at least i give a shit about how he is and spend time with him and be patient with him and. god. i need to pack im stopping here #it makes me mad okay. he deserves so so much and they give him nothing. like i can't understand getting a kid/pet on purpose and not even #trying to understand or care for them or even Resenting them. theyre innocent and they need you. they're yours. be theirs. but seeing it in #person and having this stupid fucking mental custody battle is just. really frustrating and disheartening. #im going to go kiss babycat on the forehead now. fucks sake #edit day after but i went off about this to my mom and she pointed out that his owner kinda put her roommate in that situation too #like her behavior toward rascal is unacceptable but shit she Didnt Want A Kitten In Her Room #and shes probably the one who has to take care of him. at least we opted into this #like if my roommate got a high maintenance pet who fucking bites me all the time that i didnt like without asking and then made me take care #of it alone all the damn time In My Room bc it's a dorm so you can't escape like shit id be pissed too #and the owner just foisting him off on whoever not giving a shit about whose care he's in or how good it is like.

[autismserenity]

know someone who enjoys horror stories? share this one! it's true!

hahahahahahahahahaha aarrggghhhhhhhhhh 3,000,000 deaths due to COVID-19 last year. Globally. Three million. Case rates higher than 90% of the rest of the pandemic. The reason people are still worried about COVID is because it has a way of quietly fucking up your body. And the risk is cumulative.

I'm going to say that again: the risk is cumulative.

It's not just that a lot of people get bad long-term effects from it. One in seven or so? Enough that it's kind of the Russian Roulette of diseases. It's also that the more times you get it, the higher that risk becomes. Like if each time you survived Russian Roulette, the empty chamber was removed from the gun entirely. The worst part is that, psychologically, we have the absolute opposite reaction. If we survive something with no ill effects, we assume it's pretty safe. It is really, really hard to override that sense of, "Ok, well, I got it and now I probably have a lot of immunity and also it wasn't that bad." It is not a respiratory disease. Airborne, yes. Respiratory disease, no: not a cold, not a flu, not RSV.

Like measles (or maybe chickenpox?), it starts with respiratory symptoms. And then it moves to other parts of your body. It seems to target the lungs, the digestive system, the heart, and the brain the most.

It also hits the immune system really hard - a lot of people are suddenly more susceptible to completely unrelated viruses. People get brain fog, migraines, forget things they used to know.

(I really, really hate that it can cross the blood-brain barrier. NOTHING SHOULD EVER CROSS THE BLOOD-BRAIN BARRIER IT IS THERE FOR A REASON.) Anecdotal examples of this shit are horrifying. I've seen people talk about coworkers who've had COVID five or more times, and now their work... just often doesn't make sense? They send emails that say things like, "Sorry, I didn't mean Los Angeles, I meant Los Angeles."

Or they insist they've never heard of some project that they were actually in charge of a year or two before.

Or their work is just kind of falling apart, and they don't seem to be aware of it.

People talk about how they don't want to get the person in trouble, so their team just works around it. Or they describe neighbors and relatives who had COVID repeatedly, were nearly hospitalized, talked about how incredibly sick they felt at the time... and now swear they've only had it once and it wasn't bad, they barely even noticed it.

(As someone who lived with severe dissociation for most of my life, this is a genuinely terrifying idea to me. I've already spent my whole life being like, "but what if I told them that already? but what if I did do that? what if that did happen to me and I just don't remember?") One of its known effects in the brain is to increase impulsivity and risk-taking, which is real fucking convenient honestly. What a fantastic fucking mutation. So happy for it on that one. Yes, please make it seem less important to wear a mask and get vaccinated. I'm not screaming internally at all now.

I saw a tweet from someone last year whose family hadn't had COVID yet, who were still masking in public, including school.

She said that her son was no kind of an athlete. Solidly bottom middle of the pack in gym.

And suddenly, this year, he was absolutely blowing past all the other kids who had to run the mile. He wasn't running any faster. His times weren't fantastic or anything. It's just that the rest of the kids were worse than him now. For some reason. I think about that a lot. (Like my incredibly active six-year-old getting a cold, and suddenly developing post-viral asthma that looked like pneumonia.

He went back to school the day before yesterday, after being home for a month and using preventative inhalers for almost week.

He told me that it was GREAT - except that he couldn't run as much at recess, because he immediately got really tired. Like how I went outside with him to do some yard work and felt like my body couldn't figure out how to increase breathing and heart rate.

I wasn't physically out of breath, but I felt like I was out of breath. That COVID feeling people describe, of "I'm not getting enough air." Except that I didn't have that problem when I had COVID.) Some people don't observe any long (or medium) term side effects after they have it.

But researchers have found viral reservoirs of COVID-19 in everyone they've studied who had it.

It just seems to hang out, dormant, for... well, longer than we've had an opportunity to observe it, so far.

(I definitely watched that literal horror movie. I think that's an entire genre. The alien dormant under ice in the Arctic.)

(oh hey I don't like that either!!!!!!!!!) All of which is to explain why we should still care about avoiding it, and how it manages to still cause excess deaths. Measuring excess deaths has been a standard tool in public health for a long time.

We know how many people usually die from all different causes, every year. So we can tell if, for example, deaths from heart disease have gone way up in the past three years, and look for reasons. Those are excess deaths: deaths that, four years ago, would not have happened. During the pandemic, excess death rates have been a really important tool. For all sorts of reasons. Like, sometimes people die from COVID without ever getting tested, and the official cause is listed as something else because nobody knows they had COVID. But also, people are dying from cardiovascular illness much younger now.

People are having strokes and heart attacks younger, and more often, than they did before the pandemic started. COVID causes a lot of problems. And some of those problems kill people. And some of them make it easier for other things to kill us. Lung damage from COVID leading to lungs collapsing, or to pneumonia, or to a pulmonary embolism, for example. The Economist built a machine-learning model with a 95% confidence interval that gauges excess death statistics around the world, to tell them what the true toll of the ongoing COVID pandemic has been so far.

Total excess deaths globally in 2023: Three million.

3,000,000.

Official COVID-19 deaths globally so far: Seven million. 7,000,000. Total excess deaths during COVID so far: Thirty-five point two million. 35,200,000.

Five times as many.

That's bad. I don't like that at all. I'm glad last year was less than a tenth of that. I'm not particularly confident about that continuing, though, because last year we started a period of really high COVID transmission. Case rates higher than 90% of the rest of the pandemic. Here's their data, and charts you can play with, and links to detailed information on how they did all of this:

Here's a non-paywalled link to it:

https://archive.vn/2024.01.26-012536/https://www.economist.com/graphic-detail/coronavirus-excess-deaths-estimates

Oh: here's a link to where you can buy comfy, effective N95 masks in all sizes:

Those ones are about a buck each after shipping - about $30 for a box of 30. They also have sample packs for a dollar, so you can try a couple of different sizes and styles.

You can wear an N95 mask for about 40 total hours before the effectiveness really drops, so that's like a dollar for a week of wear.

They're also family-owned and have cat-shaped masks and I really love them. These ones are cuter and in a much wider range of colors, prints, and styles, but they're also more expensive; they range from $1.80 to $3 for a mask. ($18-$30 for a box of ten.)

#covid isn't over #covid 19 #disability rights #disability advocacy #wear a mask #covid conscious #covid cautious #mask up #wall of words #public health #health care

[cheekblush]

first day back from my vacation and i'm already crying bc of my brother and mom

#i really wonder what it's like to have a supportive loving and understanding family #it started bc of such a stupid reason but it escalated so quickly into a huge fight with my mom bc she has to make everything about herself #i really can't tell her anything that worries or upsets me bc she will always make it about herself and belittle me #like even if i tell her smth as simple as i'm tired she'll be like you have no right to be tired i work so much more than you i'm the one.. #who's tired.... like it's not a competition... why can't i talk to my mom about simple things like this!? #i don't want to go into detail about what happened today but basically my brother only shows up when he needs smth & that really upsets me #i told my mom about it & that ended in a fight with me crying & her mocking me saying are you depressed again? #that hurt me so much bc i was su*cidal a couple of years ago like i really looked into ways how to do that & she just says smth like this.. #so carelessly as if it's joke #i know i'm such a burden to my family bc with my big age i still need so much help but at least i'm still alive... #at least that's what i thought before but maybe things really would be better if i wasn't here at all #it would lift a lot of burden off my family's shoulders.. they shouldn't always have to accommodate me bc of my mental health issues #my dad does the most for me but he never openly complains even though i know i'm a huge inconvenience to him #he sometimes does say things like what will you do when i die though which also hurts me a lot #but i think he maybe appreciates more that i'm still here after everything i've been through.. idk though #i thought i calmed down but i'm crying again.. i haven't thought about all this in so long #maybe if i was at least a little helpful to my family but they do way more for me than i do for them.. #maybe i really am just a selfish ungrateful bitch.... #☁️

[rosesradio]

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#i'm sorry i'm spiraling again i don't wanna ruin anyone's night so hopefully people have the vent tag blocked #it's just...my mom said i should date him #like i told her about his advances because i felt worried. like i was mixing up anxiety with nervous butterflies #& like i love her but i think she was just so desperate for me to be straight she jumped at the first chance #& said i should 'date him cautiously' as if that's possible #she still doesn't know & i don't think she ever will #that & like...i haven't had a legitimate friend/friend group in a long time that didn't want to fuck and/or date me #that makes me sound full of myself but it's true #i remember one of those t*ktok jokes that was like 'this is the friend that's annoying but we all just keep around anyway' & they chose me-- #for it #& i think they just kept me around because i was like my ex's pet or something #& then after that was my group of friends i met at the mall & one girl in there asked me out & i was still recovering-- #& that fell apart but they only delt with me because that one girl wanted me #& then my 'good' ex who was on & off. him too #i haven't had a really good friend or friend group probably ever--one that was platonic & caring & didn't think i'm annoying #& i wish i could have the chance sometime #my mom says i have to be doing something for people to not like me. & it's true i'm awkward & say the wrong thing sometimes but-- #sometimes it's not me & things just don't work out #i dunno. i dunno where i was going with this sorry #tw vent #To be deleted

[yourknightinshiningplastic]

made a joke the other day in dollar tree and my mom got all. like she does about jokes. basically one of them has pride stuff and my mom was wondering why and I said "maybe they're homophobic idk" and she said "well they can't do that it's discrimination".

#anyway my constant worries that my parents might think im gay are for nothing i think #guy told me happy pride at cosco (i had a rainbow hand fan) and she told me 'even tho youre not gay' after he walked away #and she asked if i knew why he said that (insinuating that he was gay like im some kind of dumbass) #then she told my dad and he said 'well shes not gay' and then mom said 'yeah but he was' #so i think it is all right #they have plenty of reason to i always lied about not liking boys (they teased me about it I didnt like it) #and you'd think by now they would be like 'she hasn't grown out of not liking boys maybe she likes girls' (i like both actually) #but no #they have no idea #because i don't fit their image of gay #my mother has literally told ppl yeah she likes her rainbows and srsly not suspect a thing #i mean i don't really want them to know im sure they wouldn't really mind #i just know theyd use it against me #my mom calls my brother slurs sometimes just because shes mad at him #she used to say them to my cats too #even tho she claims that 'ppl shouldn't say those words' #she literally uses gay as a synonym for shitty #(and the r slur and faggot as well) #basically shes one of those ppl that says theres nothing with it idc if you're gay or straight but then points it out #shes also said it doesn't matter if youre black or white or purple but then acts racist #my dad isn't much better hes just not as loud about it all the time #okay im done for now #winona has something to say

[snowsinterlude]

🍒 - fitting room.

summary: your soon to be husband always did his best to keep you happy and pretty for him, once a month he would always take you out to keep you in fashion, even if that was just an excuse to fuck you in a fitting room.

c.w: nsfw, smut, p in v, blowjob (m. recieving), dirty talk, public sex, fitting room sex, almost caught, cum denial, mentions to tit slapping and clit slapping, creampie, breeding, dom snow, sub reader, president snow x soon to be wife reader, sex in public places

being wed to the president of panem had some strange types of luxury that comes with it.

one of them being your wardrobe, full to the brim with clothes he brought to you, he had to build you an entire closet to fit in all the things he got you. jewelry, dresses, everything that he wanted you to wear for him, too. lingerie being the thing he always told you to buy.

so today, once again, you were on another luxury store with him, buying clothes and asking for his opinion on certain clothes, knowing he was glad to help you.

"m'love-" you called him, shyly. he gave the assistant of the store a look that was enough to send her away, and when he entered, he could see your panties on your hands while you wore one of the store's new dress. you were olaying with the fabric of your panties like a timid whore, hands occupied with it.

"what..." he chuckled, not even needing to ask anything when you fluttered your eyes at him, his dick starting to stiff up when you swayed your hips to his direction, arms hugging his waist shyly.

"it's just, you know.. you have been such a good husband to me and our wedding didn't even occur, i thought we could, you know, uh... advance the honeymoon."

ah, it wasn't the first time you guys fucked, but those words were enough for him to kiss you all of a sudden, pinning you on the wall while putting your panties on his pockets.

you did your best to make him happy too, always satisfying him and his dick, pumping him while on your knees, tears welling on your eyes as you licked his tip, kissing it open mouthed.

"don't let any drop fall on the dress, okay?" he growled, and you nodded obediently, the action making your head bob on his cock, earning a chuckle out of his lips.

you pulled away a bit, breathing heavily before giving his balls a small kiss. he slapped your face lightly, putting his entire being into not hurting your pretty face and thanking heavens for you being a whore who liked such dirty things.

"coryo, i.. hn, i want you to cum inside of me." you said, breathless after drooling on his cock, getting it purposefully wet for it to enter your gushing ignored cunt.

"god, you're such a bitch." he chuckled, pulling you to stand up, your legs shaking from being on your knees for longer than you actually remembered being.

with your thigh being held by his hand to spread your legs apart, your hands were holding onto anything in that fitting room that could help you not to fall. your moans were muffled by your own panties, that he had stuffed in his pocket before calling you a whore for making him have to muffle your lewd sounds with your own panties.

"i can't believe you are such a perverted whore, drooling on your own panties while i fuck you senseless." he whispered on your ear, kissing your neck while his skin slapped against yours. "maybe i should fuck some sense into you, don't you think so, bunny?"

his question was ironic, but you still nodded pathetically, a despair he had never seen before on anyone's eyes, your tears probably being the main thing that made him think of that.

then, there was a sudden knock on the fitting room door, which made you panic, but not him, his thrusts could have gotten a bit slower, but your pussy was still gushing around him, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as you moaned against your panties.

"miss snow?" the assistant asked, ear on the door as she tried to hear what was happening inside the fitting room. "miss snow, is everything alright?"

her voice seemed a bit worried, and coriolanus kisses on your neck made you even weaker, his mouth nibbling on your ear.

"be a good girl and answer her. and don't you dare make those slutty sounds of yours." he whipered, taking the panties out of your mouth, you let out a soft sob and breathed in heavily before answering.

"y..yes, it is." you blurted out. "is there.. is there anything 'rong?" you fucked yourself back on his dick while saying those things, his hands grabbing your ass with desire, lust and gluttony, marking his hand prints on your ass.

"no. i just needed to know if your husband was there. it is not allowed to have two people in the same fitting room in the store, i need to follow the rules." she said, and your pussy gripped tightly on his cock, his finger masturbating your clit non stop.

"h-he's not there." you answered, pausing multiple times to try and control your sobs.

"but you called him earlier, miss." she said.

"yeah, only t-to zip up.. m-my dress..!" you said, biting your lip as his hand met your cheek again and again, your lips trembling as you cried a bit.

"oh.. okay, miss! please call me if needed." she said, coriolanus relaxed seeing her shadow disappear on the ground, your mouth being stupidly stuffed with your panties again.

"god, you're a terrible actor, bunny." he said, picking up pace while fucking you deep and fast. "great thing you're such a perfect wife for me."

you mewled into his touches, feeling him slap your butt terribly strong, your skin burning as you moaned. "'m sowwy, love" you said, not taking in the tease, it was too difficult to speak up when there was a pair of panties shoved on your mouth.

he slapped across your boobs, your nipples stinging up while his other thumb rubbed against your over sensitive clit against his skillful hands, his hand slapping and pinching at your clit.

"sorry, coryo, sorry!" you begged, crying eyes closing shut as you felt your climax next and ready to engulf your body, but it didn't.

however, he was the first to cum, breeding you up real nice for him while you kept crying.

"coryo!" you begged, not even needing to say the words for him to know what you wanted, his index and his thumb kept on assaulting your clit, his lips kissing your tears.

"sorry, bunny. you're not gonna cum until we arrive home." and those words were enough for you to cry more, your pussy clenching as he pulled his cock away, leaving your cunt to clench on the air, already missing his cock. "be a good girl, okay? if you complain, you won't be cumming for the next month." he threatened.

he helped you dress your panties again, paying for the dress that was still on your body, your body, that was still stuffed with his cum. you and him walked to home, he only demanded that the chauffeur would leave your shopping bags on your closet.

he made you walk all the way to home with your panties stuffed in cum, but you didn’t and you wouldn't complain. you knew that the best you behaved, the soon you'd be cumming on your shared bed, making a mess on his face and on his cock.

you hugged his arm, biting your lip while day dreaming about how much he'd fuck you when you both arrived home. which he did.

#coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus snow imagine #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes #young coriolanus snow #young president snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #tbosas smut #dom coriolanus #sub reader #ask blog #coriolanus smut #smut

[watercolor-hearts]

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#i got into the second round of the admission procedure on the university that's my number 1 #and i was so happy #and i accidentally told it to my gradma #and she was like 'and?' #and then i realized that she (like most of the people in my family) wanted me to be a baker or a hairdresser #so she doesn't support my university plans #neither my father or his girlfriend #and it's really difficult to do it alone #i almost sent it to my art teacher because he supports me and he was the one that told me not to worry about my father not letting me #go to university #but then i was like i don't want to bother him at weekend and also it's stupid to be this happy just because my portfolio was good enough #to get me into the second round #it doesn't mean anything there still is a chance that i won't get into university and that all the prople who said i'm stupid were right #so i'm just sitting in my room crying because i'm so fucking tired and i jist want my family to be proud of me at least a little bit #but i know it's too much to ask #i don't want my teacher to laugh at me for being as happy as i was for this #i don't know how i'm gonna continue alone because i've been doing thid for so long and i'm really really tired #and i'm gonna loose my teacher too once i leave high school after finishing all my exams #i will only have my best friend (and even though she supports me it's just... not enough and this feels really selfish to say i'm sorry) #(i hate that you can't put comas in the tags. i would really need in in the one above this)

[ddejavvu]

JAMES POTTER THE MAN THAT HE IS i wholeheartedly believe would spoil you so much and you’d make sugar daddy joke about him CONSTANTLY even if you were the same age

"Why has your aunt just told me I look too young to be your boyfriend?" James leans over to murmur against your ear, throwing a glance at your aunt who's currently indulging in another glass of wine that she doesn't need.

"I dunno," You shrug, "Older ladies are always saying things about the way people look for their ages."

"Your grandma frowned at me when I came in," James recalls with a groan, "Not necessarily angry, I don't think. Just confused."

"She's always confused," You scoff, "Don't worry James; no one else thinks I've robbed the cradle."

"Y/N," It's a cousin of yours this time, elbowing you hard in the shoulder and sitting down beside you like you're not huddled up privately with your boyfriend, "I thought the wallet you snagged was halfway to the grave already. 'This his son?"

"Wallet?" Your eyes narrow, nose crinkling at the accusation, "What are you talking about?"

"You said you had a sugar daddy," Your cousin scoffs, and realization hooks your stomach, dragging it down towards your feet through an ocean of blood, "We all thought you were gonna bring some war veteran tonight, this kid looks like he just graduated high school."

"I'm twenty-two," James rambles, scandalized, "Y/N, you told them I was your sugar daddy?"

"No! No, I told them ages ago - when we started dating, that I had a boyfriend but- I mean, I dunno, I've thrown around the term sugar daddy while showing off some of your more... extravagant purchases."

"Like the cruise," Your cousin helpfully supplies, "And the tennis bracelet, and the summer home."

"That was a rental," You hiss, "Jamie, I swear I've used boyfriend 90% of the time."

"We thought she was just being optimistic," Your cousin admits, a wrinkled grimace on their face as they rush to free themselves from the awkward conversation, "But- uh, good for you two, remember me in the will."

"Oh my god," James buries his face in his hands, "They thought I was ancient. They thought I was some pervert chasing after girls, throwing money at the ones who'd pity me enough to look my way."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Jamie," You croon, taking his face into your hands and shooing his own away. He leans in desperately to the soothing kisses that you stick to his face, looking for all the world like he might die of embarrassment right here right now. For all that he moans and groans, he's tucked himself into your hold like a helpless infant, and you're happy to oblige his neediness.

"No more using the word daddy." James instructs, though he's not in a position to make orders while nestled securely in your protective grip, "Not unless we decide to take a leap of faith in the bedroom. God, no wonder your grandma was so disappointed when she saw me- I don't have enough wrinkles for her."

#james potter x reader #james potter imagine #james potter scenario #james potter oneshot #james potter one shot #james potter one-shot #james potter headcanon #james potter headcanons #james potter hc #james potter hcs #james potter fanfiction #james potter fanfic #james potter fic #james potter blurb #james potter drabble #james potter dialogue #james potter fluff #james potter x reader fanfiction

[reiderwriter]

Can I request a Spencer babying the reader BAU and everyone on the team is so done with it but reader is confused and oblivious...?

A/N: Thank you for your request! I've been very much feeling post-Prison/ later seasons Spencer recently, so I hope you enjoy this fic!

Warnings: mostly fluff, implied age-gap, slight mentor/mentee dynamic.

Your first year in the BAU would've been tough had it not been for Doctor Spencer Reid.

It was tough still, but without him, you don't think you'd have been able to handle much of it. He'd been your mentor through each case, taking you under his wing when he wasn't on academic leave, teaching his criminology courses at the FBI Academy.

Those weeks were the hardest, and you found yourself moping about in the office, texting him once or twice a trip for advice.

On one particularly hard case, he'd come back into the office after you'd text. Not to consult on the case, but just to drop you off a chamomile tea and a pastry to brighten your day that little bit.

When he was back, your days were great. He knew so much, and you learnt so much from him so quickly, eagerly consuming his every word. You were so eager to please him that you often forgot others around the two of you.

“Spencer, if you're done fawning after Y/N we have a case to work on,” Emily gently chastised the man as he pulled out your chair for you, ready to sit down to hear the details of your next crime.

“Oh, Emily, thank you, but it's okay. Doctor Reid was just being considerate, I'm sure he'd have done it for anyone.” The shared glances around the room were filled with glib secrecy, but no-one commented further, leaving you slightly baffled.

Those shared looks between the other members of your team had become more common as of late, with each one more worrisome than the next. There was something unsettling about being the only one out of the loop, and as the newest member of the team, and the youngest, it often felt disheartening.

“Y/N, don't worry. Being the youngest member of any team is tough, but you're smart and you're holding your own.” With a pat to your head he walked away, lifting the weight off your shoulders slightly but not fully. You needed to get to the bottom of the BAU's non-verbal communications, and you needed answers.

Your first technique was interrogation. Surely one of them would break and tell you if you laid out your thoughts and feelings clearly.

Surely not, you found, as each member casually and softly blew you off.

“Y/N, you just need to think carefully about how certain members of the team act towards you. How familiar they are. How overly familiar they are.” Tara had at least told you that much, bit it had left you just as confused as the radio silence from the others.

“Everyone has behaved very professionally with me. You've all been very welcoming up to this point, which I appreciate greatly.”

“I wouldn't count gifting you flowers for your first successful case as the most professional act, Y/N,” she said as she sipped her coffee. “But I suppose that is just up to interpretation.

Doctor Reid had sent you flowers after you finished your first case. But there had been extenuating circumstances in that case. You'd both worked on the geographical profile on that case, and together had figured out the species of flower the unsub was using was only cultivated on one local flower orchard. It had cracked the case open and you'd found your unsub hours later.

So the flowers were an extension of that small joint success. That was all.

Your second attempt at figuring out what was going on was observation.

Partially taking Tara’s advice, you tried your best to track the moments when each of the weary looks would come your way.

Overwhelmingly, they seemed to be directed towards Doctor Reid whenever the two of you interacted.

You had to gently inform him of this, before it interrupted both of your abilities to work.

“Doctor Reid, do you know why Emily and Rossi are both currently watching us from between the blinds in their offices?” You whispered to the man, leaning in close to his ear. You were quite sure he didn't know, but a question seemed as good a way as any to broach the topic.

“I do, yes. It's best if you ignore them.”

His nonchalance in the matter shocked you, so sure you were that this would be news to him. You waited for him to elaborate, but he didn't.

“Why are they staring at us?” You finally managed to force the words out in a small squeak, forcing his eyes back to yours.

“Don't worry about it for now, I'll handle it.” He smiled down as you, and the bright gesture washed away more of the tension you'd been feeling in the office. You smiled back at him as he rose from his desk chair and carried himself to the stairs. You giggled when he winked down at you, just as you noticed Emily frantically hurrying away from her office window as Spencer knocked on her door.

As much as he told you to not worry about it all though, you really couldn't help yourself. You found yourself growing more clumsy under the watchful eyes of your entire team, galling more times than you'd care to admit into Doctor Reid's arms. He always caught you, though, and you were thankful you never did yourself serious injury.

You finally got the answers you'd craved out on a case about a month into your struggles.

There was something slightly unsettling about the way the female Sheriff was paying attention to Doctor Reid, and it made you uncomfortable. Your mouth ran dry when she touched his arm, but a small part of you warmed up again when he shrugged her off. Until, at least, you heard him explain why.

“I'm sorry, I'm a germophobe, so I'd really prefer you not touch me.” His voice was calm and steady; it really didn't seem like he was lying.

“You're not pulling my leg? I'm sorry if I came on too strong, but-”

“Why would I pull your leg, I said I don't like physical touch?”

“Well, there was that young girl earlier, Y/N was it? You had your hand on her back as you walked in, so I didn't think…”

The woman had made a good point, and you crept closer to the edge of the door to hear Doctor Reid - Spencer's response.

“Sheriff, if we're done here, do you think I could get back to my job?” You were almost disappointed in the change of topic, but you weren't all that sad to see the Sheriff remove herself from the room. Slipping in behind her you decided to test the new theory that had slipped into your mind in the last minutes.

You called out to him to grab his attention as you walked into the room but before he had the chance to turn and greet you, you threw your arms around his shoulders and pressed your body down against his, enveloping him in a back hug.

It was quite possibly the most familiar position you'd been in with him, but really it wasn't all that different from your usual proximity.

Unlike when the Sheriff casually brushed against him, he didn't stiffen, didn't pull away, but instead melted into your touch, looking up at you with a large grin.

You stood shocked for a minute before grinning back.

“Spencer, I think I know why everyone has been watching us for the last few weeks.” You said, causing his eyes to panic slightly as he acknowledged your words.

“The, uh, the Sheriff was just in here talking about a development either some of the DNA test results-” He desperately tried to change the subject, but you were locked in now, spinning his chair around to face you more as you came eye-to-eye with him.

“I know why the Sheriff was in here, Spencer, I heard it all.”

“It's not what you think,” you paused for a moment as your brow furrowed, trying to figure out if you'd somehow caught the wrong end of the stick.

“So our coworkers haven't been waiting for you to ask me out, having noticed large changes in your body language and attitude around me?”

“It's….exactly as you think.” His face was flushed with pink and your heart skipped a beat at the man in front of you. But you still had some questions.

“And you knew, but you didn't say anything to me despite the fact that I bought it up multiple times?”

“I'm…I'm not good with words," he frowned

“Are you good with dates?”

“Excuse me?”

“You're going to take me on a date when we get back to Quantico. After giving it some thought, Doctor Reid, it seems I've become quite enamoured of you.” You dropped into his lap then, sitting there like a cat pleased to take up residence on its owners legs. He stuttered for a few seconds but then found his voice again, face lighting up.

“Spencer. Please, Y/N, call me Spencer.”

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfic #mgg #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fandom #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n

[waterloggeddaughter]

🙃

#dad fully left without telling me and my mother we didn't even know he was gone #until my sister told us she had driven him to this other property #I don't even really feel much about it I'm honestly just kind of worried about bills at the most #have no idea what's going on or why he even got pissed #and I'm having a fun mixture of feeling nothing and ramping up anxiety #pretty sure the shit he's mad about is mostly his fault anyway #just kind of told my sister he's going to stay over there for like a week and then he has a work trip for another week #so I have no idea if he's coming back after that #agro dad posting

[maiko-san]

Catnap + Dogday x Reader ( Part 2 )

<<< Part 1 , Part 3 >>>

Relationship: Fluff

Character focused: Dogday, Fem! Reader

Plot : You're giving Dogday a groom after he got himself covered in mud.

A/n : I will try to include the other Smiling Critters in here, they deserve love too.

A month has passed and things went on normally with your life. All the Smiling Critters get a minor check up everyday either by you or other coworkers.

These mascots work with children 24/7, they often are climbed on, tugged around or have paints/food stuck on their fur.

"I guess that's all of it"

"Oooh! My mane looks even prettier and shiny than before!"

You just finished cleaning up Craftycorn from all the glitters and paint off her white coat and cyan hair. Which took you half an hour to clean.

You put on a pink bow on her braided mane so she looks cuter.

"I really love how you do my mane! You know, we should do this more often! You're so creative, just like ME!"

" *chuckles* I'm glad that you like it, Craftycorn but I am NOT that creative as you are"

You dismiss the unicorn and give a handful of candy for her to enjoy. You call in the other mascot and Dogday pops his head in.

The dog is covered in mud from head to toe.

"Now, what did you get yourself into this time, Dogday?"

It was the third time this week.

Dogday only looks away, both hands on his back as he kicks his feet.

"KickinChicken and I got carried away while playing football, sorry..." /he lied.

You quirk an eyebrow, you know Dogday is really bad at lying. There are no muds at the football field since the field has fake grass carpet.

You wonder where he got all the mud from....oh well.

To Dogday, he likes being around you and wants to see you everyday but the other staff members didn't let him. Not even for a bit.

So the only way for the smiling critters to see you was to getting themselves dirty, either by accident or on purpose.

For Dogday, he did it on purpose so he could see you.

You usher the mascot on to the large bathtub so you could wash him up. You run the warm water over his body and rinsing the mud from his fur.

You know that they can clean themselves up but they seem to prefer having you to clean them.

It's a lot of work to clean a two story high mascot but it's fun.

You and the smiling critters would have a conversation, sometimes the smiling critters would tell them about their days.

Like a child telling their parents what they do at school.

"How's your day at the play care today?"

"It's really fun! We do a lot of things!"

"Oh, really? Tell me all about it. I'm curious"

"We play tag, we play hide n seek, we play red light green light with everyone! It was fun!"

"Did you have fun playing football with KickinChicken?"

"Oh, yes I did! The football was fun but what's even more fun is when you play in the mud!"

"Oh, really? KickinChicken just came a few hours ago and he told me he had fun playing skateboard"

"I—"

"Ha! Gotcha!"

You smirk as Dogday hangs his head down slightly. You scrub off the dirt from his ear and tell him that it's fine if he wants to see you.

Just don't get himself dirty all the time.

"The other staffs doesn't let me see you..."

"And why is that?"

"They said you stole their work...."

"....."

Recently your coworker has been glaring behind your back, gossiping and telling you to quit your job. Saying you were proud of your work which you never at all.

It is not entirely your fault that the mascots prefer you over them.

You knew how these mascots were treated before. It was during your interview at the playcare and your manager gave you a tour around the place.

You witnessed how the maintenance workers strapped these mascots in a tiny space and treated them like a wild animal.

"It is our fault wasn't it?"

"No, it's not. I'll deal with that matter myself and it is not yours to worry, alright"

You gave the canine mascot an assuring pat on the head which he leans into and his tail wagging behind him. You continue with your work and dry him in the blower machine and then you begin to groom his fur.

You notice that his fur had gotten longer by the day, so you decide to give him a little trim.

You hold his large paw, combing out the matted fur and snip some of them so it looks neat.

You did the same thing with his ears and chests.

Dogday watches you do you work, out of all staffs in this place. You are the nicest and the most gentle out of all staffs. You never strap them down or keep them in a small cage.

You treat them like a real person.

Like they used to be.

Dogday wants more from you, he wants to feel loved by someone. Someone that cares for him and everyone's well being unlike those scientists....

You care for him, so he will do the same to you.

You are his angel, after all....

"Alright, everything's done!"

You fix his collar and give his pendant a little shine. You decide to wrap a red scarf around his neck to compliment his orange colour.

"Is this for me, angel?"

"Yeah, it suits you well"

Dogday brings you into a tight hug, with his tail wagging aggressively behind his back. It seems the canine couldn't contain his excitement.

I mean, who doesn't like gifts? Especially from someone you like!

"Thank you! I will cherish it, always!"

"You're welcome, bud"

A/n : Since the first chapter received a good amount of views, here is the second chapter for all of you, sweeties!

I will assume that Dogday is the oldest out of all Smiling Critters, maybe around 13-15. We don't have a clue who Dogday really is but I decided to make him one of the older orphans.

Also, all the Smiling Critters in my stories share sibling relationships! and the reader is their oldest sibling or maybe parent figure! ☺️

#poppy playtime x reader #poppy playtime chapter 3 #poppy playtime #dogday #dogday x reader #catnap x reader #various x reader #fluff relationship #platonic relationship #Reader is a parental figure #catnap #smiling critters #smiling critters x reader #craftycorn #bobby bearhug #bubba bubbaphant #hoppy hopscotch #kickinchicken #picky piggy