#fucking feed people

[thevioletcaptain]

i genuinely don't care how good a piece of ai generated art or writing looks on the surface. i don't care if it emulates brush strokes and metaphor in a way indistinguishable from those created by a person.

it is not the product of thoughtful creation. it offers no insights into the creator's life or viewpoint. it has no connection to a moment in time or a place or an attitude. it has no perspective. it has no value.

it's empty, it's hollow, and it exists only to generate clicks (and by extension, ad revenue.)

it's just another revolting symptom of the disease that is late stage capitalism, and it fucking sucks.

#''but i just want to use it to--'' don't care! it's shit! stop fucking feeding it! #if you need help generating ideas or jumping off points then join an artist or writer group online #talk to people #make connections #that's what art and writing is supposed to be about in the first place #i'm mad as hell etc. #so goddamn sick and tired of seeing ai shit get passed around on here #it's bad enough in general but every time i see more of it showing up #tagged as fan art or as fic #the angrier i get #heartfelt imperfection in art and writing will always ALWAYS be worth more than the most technically ''perfect'' ai generated image or text #fandom problems #ai generation algorithms die in a fire challenge 2k23 #just a heads up that i'm muting this post and will no longer see responses to it #because i'm tired of seeing dogshit takes from jackasses who want to ''debate'' me #there's no debate you're in the wrong on literally every level and you can die mad about it

[mikakuna]

i see this jason todd who actually looks his very young age (instead of the 30yr old man that comics like to portray)

and feel my heart breaking just imagining bruce beating him up, almost killing him, mind-breaking him, and just overall being a total piece of shit father towards him.

a huge chunk of the reason why people don't view bruce's actions towards jason as abusive or wrong is because jason doesn't look his age. he's drawn to be this 35yr old father of three who looks even older than dick (and way too on par with bruce) that people see their fights as one between batman and any of his regular rogues. when they fight, it just looks like batman is fighting a man his age and not an actual young person. it doesn't look like batman is fighting his son who's barely even drinking age (and who def wasn't drinking age in utrh). their fights are portrayed in a way that eliminates the very real power struggle between them.

this applies to jason's entire character as well. a lot of people don't sympathize with how he died or his actions as robin or his fights with the other bats because he doesn't look his age. he always looks older and scarier than everyone else. tim has many sympathizers from the titans tower incident because jason just looked like a grown man fighting a 12yr old (even tho i disagree, tim was built and like 17 lmfao).

anyways, i just wish comics would actually draw jason to look his age, which literally ranges from 19 to early twenties. he's young- so young, and it's so annoying to see him drawn and written as someone older than even bruce.

#the way everyone in jason's robin run saw him as this adult despite him being 12-15 #like what the fuck #just because a child has experienced more than the average adult doesn't make him any less of a child #it's like the typical groomer thought process #if jason was shown younger in arkham knigjt for example there'd be less people calling him whiny #they showed 15yr old jason's torture scenes like he was a 25 yr old #he should've been shown as the small child he was #it would've put more perspective into how cruel and fucked it was of the rogues to torture a literal child #and then bruce almost killing him in rhato... #now imagine if jason looked his age there #honestly this all just feeds into the idea that jason feels too small for his big body #imagine being this tiny kid growing up and then dying and coming back to life as this tank #arghhhhh!!!!! #jason todd #red hood #batman #jason peter todd #bruce wayne #jason todd deserves better

[sydmarch]

#fucked it up had to repost damn automatic duration being 1day #texticles #i love that muting a post in your notifications does nothing@ #turning off reblogs bcus i didnt expect this to get traction outside maybe mutuals of my mutuals & i dont want to have my feed clogged #by a million people telling me in the tags what song is stuck in their head im sorry but i trumy dont care god bless <3

[botanyshitposts]

ok this sounds insane but in 2018 i went to a few carnivorous plant talks at the botany conference in minnesota. i got caught up in conversation with one of the guys there who was a huge nepenthes guy who told me a story about another collector in the pacific northwest who'd been buying poached plants, like a huge amount, and eventually got staked out by the fish and wildlife service and arrested and had all his plants seized and went to prison for it. idk if i ever talked about this on this blog before-- i know i liveblogged a lot from that conference but cant remember what all i posted-- but ive avoided talking about it since then because i was never able to find like, news articles or anything covering it, but behold.... we now have proof it was real, and im like 80% sure this was this guy he was talking about. the raid happened in 2016 and they'd been staking them out since 2013. he had nearly 400 plants and had been sourcing many of them from poachers in indonesia and borneo.

remember folks: poaching happens with plants too! it's a huge problem not only in carnvirous plants (nepenthes especially, which this piece is dedicated to talking about) but also in native plant populations in the US, including native carnivorous plant populations (north and south carolina's venus fly traps, california's darlingtonia, and sarracenia from the east coast), native orchids (historically one of the most poached categories), desert plants/cacti/succulents, and slow-growing woody ornamentals (cycads, for example). never buy bare-root plants off ebay or facebook! your best bet is local nurseries (which usually purchase farm-raised plants that do well in a wide range of conditions, and as a result have a healthy population in the wild) or specialty greenhouses (more expensive, but at least in the case of carnivorous plants offer young plants bred from established adult plants in-house, raised in captivity).

#super sad piece fellas like this shit guts me i cant even stress it enough #stories about nepenthes poaching hit different #there are hundreds of species #some are really common and widespread all over indonesia/china/japan/oceania #and some are like. super hyperadapted to one specific ridge on one specific mountain #theyre still being recorded and stuff because theyve speciated so much #so youll have a plant that has like. a max of 15 adults in the population at any given time. literally a nightmare scenario #AND theyre diaceous (there are male plants and female plants). doesnt seem like a problem until you think about the population dynamics #there not only has to be two plants but the plants have to be a male and a female #and people living there have reason to take them. like the poacher interviewed in this article does it to supplement his income #from working at a horrifying rubber production ordeal to feed his wife and kids #and he says everyone in his village does the same for the same reasons #nightmare!! nightmare!! nightmare horrible nightmare world!!! horrible fucking nightmare!!!! #nepenethes #carnivorous plants #poaching #conservation

[zillychu]

Consider this: ghosts are actually exactly what the Fentons think they are.

They're snapshots of a longing so strong, unfinished business so deep it reaches out beyond life. Lingers just a bit longer. And if it happens to meet a dense cloud of ectoplasm (invisible to the naked eye, but omnipresent even in the mortal realm), it coalesces. The ectoplasm fits into the shape of it. Which, when the desire is strong enough, it's got a rough idea of its self-image. This tends to mean a more humanoid figure, though it's more often warped in some way–a self-reflection, skewed by said desire. The warping varies on the dead soul’s perception of themselves, the intensity of their desire, how much time passed after death, and how much ectoplasm was present.

In short… no matter how “normal" a ghost looks or acts, it really, truly isn't human. It's animated ectoplasm with a single goal: an obsession. Nothing else. They're more akin to plants than animals, following a single drive with no emotion. They react to stimuli, recognize threats (including other ghosts), and can even imitate human speech and mannerisms to obtain fulfillment of their obsession.

Not “evil" by any stretch, but they're entirely driven by instinct. A tree doesn't pause to consider the rocks it breaks with its roots. A cordyceps doesn't torture its host for fun, or kill with malice. It just does. It follows code in its DNA to survive and multiply–And ghosts just follow the code in its ectoplasm to fulfill its obsession. The more powerful a ghost, the better it's able to overcome obstacles preventing this–whether through brute force, or manipulation. This power is always directly proportional to the amount of ectoplasm present at the time of formation, and how much time passed since death.

What then, does this mean for Danny? Danny, who's previously come to the conclusion that he's only half-ghost, which surely explains how he retained his mind? His independent thoughts and emotions?

What does this mean for Phantom, who experienced an entire world’s worth of ectoplasm condensed as a singularity, at the exact time of his death? Whose strength only grows and begins to exceed every limit they previously thought possible?

If a ghost was as strong as him… could it mimic a human perfectly? Down to a molecular level?

Could it, in its desire to fill an obsession… trick its own fake mind into thinking it was still human? Or half-ghost?

#Danny Phantom #zilly squeaks #it's the greyed out morality for me dude #on one hand it shows how dangerous ghosts are. how you can't reason with them. how they aren't *people* #and yet. you can still find ways to work with them. there's reason to show them mercy when possible #even if it's not really 'pain' it still cries out and bleeds when struck #i just love this kind of angle where there's a solid reason to find co-existence but also like #knowing full well these creatures are more or less. potentially deadly trees. do u feel me #when does sentience bloom from code? #what caused our ancestors to become sapient? #Danny getting Real Fucked Up about possibly being a full ghost who's just really good at pretending to be human #when really... does it even matter? #(for double the pain: add headcanon that ghosts feed off of human life for additional power)

[heartorbit]

i wanna make a prsk major arcana...

#[knows i wont fucking do that so i post the 1 rough i have instead] all in a days work #project sekai #pjsk #prsk #mizuki akiyama #i posted alternate palettes for this on twitter and i like one of theme way better but im too lazy to get it rn. Lol #i would like to do skecthes for them all but im like .. #um. i dont know snything about tarot so people who DO will see my card assignments and go wtf are they feeding this guy #hermit is easy. pjsk gave that right to me. justice meiko too. #ive decided to pull a revstar and do the 25 card visconti with kagamines in one card. so now i have to reassign with hope charity and faith #boohoo. however the sun emu and the moon mafuyu are staying i know what im about. also kohane with death and an with the lovers #those make me feel like a genius. the rest ill stay shy about. if i say all my assignments ill never feel the urge to draw them #sorry for scheduling these to post at 8am #proseka tarot

[appri-dot]

@ballcrusher74 BOO MF!!!!!!😈😈😈😈

#sensitive sense is very funny i could've written that better #but overall i went insANE in the past like what 20 hrs or so and made a nutcracker yaoi comic #people do NOT appreciate the amount of beautiful eye content you can draw with nutcrackers #not my oc (fencer) #ITS NOT GOING TO MAKE SENSE BUT IN DRAWING THE LAST PANEL THIS FUCKING BEAUTIFUL MLP FANSONG PLAYED #AND NOW I CAN'T SEE THESE GUYS WITHOUT THINKING ABT IT N ITS FUCKING ME UP /POS/CONFUSED #Feed Me With Your Heart by Ponyphonic btw thats now how i imagine fencer sounding im so so sorry #on a last note i could not for the life of me figure out how i wanted Woodys jaw mechanism to look like #Fencer is more consistent just look at the pretty colors okay #lethal company #lethal company oc

[rakkuntoast]

pinkza and tallulah pinkza and tallulah pinkza and tallulah pinkza and tallu-

#qsmp #qsmp tallulah #qsmp philza #philza #colorzas #pinkza #me in my most delusional moment pinkza would love tallulah #i am exposing more people to the colorzas cuz they were so fucking popular back in my mcyt days (circa 2020-2021) #and apparently people dont know about them i am gonna drip feed them to you like i was 3 years ago #my art

[arson-09]

Rhysand really thinks his trauma trumps everyone elses trauma

Ofc i feel bad cause rhysand was obviously abused UtM but that doesn’t excuse the fact he 1- does shit things to other people 2- can act like since he was traumatized he is morally superior.

and i know the rhysand-ites will yap about how “he knows hes not good” or “he doesnt think that at all!” but the narrative certainly thinks so. sjm jumps through HOOPS to convince you rhysand is a great and amazing person no matter what and good god it’s annoying

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #rhysand #anti rhysand #sjm #sjm critical #most annoying male lead and ive read some bad books #rhysand strikes pure anger in my heart #part of it are the literacy blind people who just believe everything they are told in the book #which i blame poor writing and the fact people didnt pay attention in english class #the curtains could be blue for a fucking reason #im tired of books that try to spoon feed you the point of the story #they try to take away the nuance and good god chill out

[gottagobackintime]

Ellie is 14 years old. And while she's, in some ways, mature for her age, she should not be asked to sacrifice herself for the whole world. "She should have been given a choice and we all know she would have been fine with dying if that meant there is a cure." Absolutely not. You do not ask a 14 year old to make a choice like that. Hell, I'd argue that it's not even a choice. The fact that it's adults that would tell her that makes it even more messed up. These cool adults who are out there trying to save people tells you that you are special, that you're the key to save humanity. Of course you're going to listen to them. Especially if you've gone through the things Ellie's been through. If she as an adult wants to make that decision, sure. But not when she's a scared, vulnerable child.

Should Joel have told her that he killed all of them to save her? Probably. Then he could have explained that she's valuable, not because she's possibly the key to a cure. But because she's a human being that has feelings, that deserves to live. And you could argue as much as you want that she's old enough or mature enough to make that choice. But I don't agree. Yes, she seems to be like that, we see her being snarky and tough but the more Joel shows that he cares about her, the more she lets that mask slip. And she acts like a child would act with their parents.

If her only goal was to reach the fireflies so that she could give herself to them to do whatever with her so that they could find a cure. She wouldn't have been so angry/upset that Joel didn't want to take her, why would it matter who took her there? Because Joel cares about her, and having him let her go hurt her. She could have left Joel to die and gone to find Tommy so that he could take her, like Joel asked her to do. But she didn't because she cares about him. The way she clings to Joel when he finds her and he calls her baby girl should tell you that she isn't ready to make a decision on whether she should sacrifice herself or not. SHE IS A CHILD. And Joel allows her to be a child.

I honestly have no problem with him killing them all to save her. "He took the choice from her!" What choice? They didn't give her a choice, they didn't tell her what would happen to her. And do you really think that they would ever give her a choice. If she'd said no, do you actually believe that they would go "Ah, well. Nothing we can do then, off you go with your new dad. Bye!" Don't make me laugh. They would have just done what they did now. Sedate her and begun to harvest her for what they needed. That's not a choice. She NEVER had a choice, Joel didn't take the choice from her because it was never there. It would have been an illusion of choice. She's also traumatised, most recently from her run in with David. And you want her to make a literal life or death choice?? I completely understand why Joel decided to go on a killing spree, he's protecting a vulnerable traumatised CHILD from people who doesn't care about her, who just wants to use her body for spare parts.

It's not about choice or not having a choice, it's about being valued as a person and not having your life taken away from you by vultures.

#the last of us spoilers #the last of us #no but the rage I feel when I see people who thinks a 14 year old is old enough to make that decision! #a TRAUMATISED child on top of that #the fireflies doesn’t give a fuck about Ellie #they saw her as an object that they could kill they looked at that child and saw nothing but body parts #Joel has seen her as a human as a child who gets excited telling bad pun #*puns #and getting excited to feed a giraffe #the fireflies didn’t ask her they didn’t tell her what would happen #so fuck them I’m glad Joel killed them all #Joel has done nothing wrong in his life ever and I stand by my man #Nicole watches stuff

[abernathyvalois]

If every motherfucker is a “people pleaser” why am i not pleased. Why am i displeased. Name 1 person that is pleased with you

#The most diabolical person u know says they’re a people pleaser #Like omg shut up #I will definitely get angry people shouting their 2 cents on this #Saying they actually struggle sooo muchhh with people pleasing #Yk #It would please me if u shut the fuck up #Sorry #Sooooorrrrrryyyy #Ok but how come everytime i post something critical about certain people #I get people acting like they’re personally victimized #Or using my posts to feed their ego #Like this is tumblr dot com #Disclaimer i’m not sober #So don’t #Try

[whimsicalsoil]

I hate the lack of queer-platonic fics of Alastor so here you go

Warnings: Mentions/hints of cannibalism. It's Alastor.

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Today was pleasant, warm with a cool breeze, an open-the-windows type of day. The sky over the pride ring is darkening, hinting at the impending fall of night, and the hotel is calm and quiet. You’d just been exiting the lobby when you felt a hand on your shoulder, causing you to flinch. You whirl around, only to be met with a smugly grinning Alastor. He’d always been one to invade personal space without warning, and his footsteps were silent, something you’re still getting used to. He pulls you from your thoughts with a clearing of his throat as he reaches with his free hand to adjust his monocle. 

You feel a small smile spread across your face as you look up at him. “Hey, I was just looking for you.” You move to place your hand over his on your shoulder, reveling in the weight of it. 

“What for?” He replies, his smug grin softening slightly at the small gesture of affection.

“I was wondering if you’d like to go on a store run with me,” you reply, your hand dropping back to your side as you feel him pull away from your shoulder.

"It's not as fun when I go alone."

“Very well, I shall accompany you. How could I refuse such a wonderful invitation?” He speaks, his smile widening when you reach to interlock your fingers with his. You move to the doors of the hotel, and he follows you closely. A warm feeling of comfort seeps into his chest, making him feel almost sick from the sweetness of it all. As you make your way down the sidewalk, you fall into a comfortable silence, though it’s soon interrupted when you open your mouth.

“Do you like any sweets?” You question, “I know you’re not really a fan of them, but I’m curious.”

“I detest sweets, my dear.” He speaks without hesitation, “Though there is one that I enjoy.”

An almost wicked smile creeps onto his face as he watches your expression change to confusion and interest.

“Oh…?” You look up at him, your eyes briefly meeting his, though it’s hard to keep eye contact with someone who towers over you regardless of your height. Not to mention the creeping knowledge in the back of your mind that he could snap you in half, but he simply won’t. You can’t help but wonder why that is.

“It’s you. The most enticing thing I’ve ever known—why, I could eat you alive.” 

You suddenly notice the mischievous twinkle in his eye and the glint of his sharp teeth in the streetlights. Despite how afraid you should be, you laugh and shake your head. 

“You know what I meant.” You scoff playfully, and his hand tightens around yours. 

“I meant it, darling.” He teases, and you roll your eyes.

“What am I, strawberry-flavored?”

“Much sweeter, I’d say.” He speaks, his tone as suave as ever: “More like a sweet, smooth caramel.”

Alastor is visibly enjoying this banter, his confidence shining through.

You can’t help but let out a small laugh at his response, “Right, because you’d be strawberry, I think.” 

You turn a corner and enter the automatic sliding doors of the drugstore. How literal everything is in hell is hilarious, and you chuckle to yourself at the Vox brand of cocaine on one of the end-caps.

“Or... maybe strawberries and cream. Or a shortcake?” You continue, pondering what Alastor’s hypothetical flavor would be a bit more than you had ever thought you would.

“I think I prefer the idea of being maple-flavored if I have to be sweet.” He follows you, watching you browse the shelves.

“Though strawberry is not a bad choice either.”

“Maple makes sense.” You shrug, reaching down to pick your snacks of choice from the lower shelf. 

“Did you want anything?” You offer, turning to look up at him, to which he shakes his head.

“I’m just enjoying being alongside you, darling.” He admits watching your every move, almost as if he were a predator and you were prey. He would never eat you, he thinks. Sweetness is not something he’s fond of, and you’re much too sweet for him. He’d much sooner grab you and squeeze the life out of you, hold you tight, and keep you close. He shakes his head to keep his thoughts in check, chuckling at his audacity to even think of eating you.

“You’re sweet.” Your response breaks him out of his thoughts, and you squeeze his hand before letting go to scan and pay at the self-checkout.

“Why, thank you,” He says, doing a small yet dramatic bow, “Though I do believe you must be sweeter to provoke such feelings in me.” Alastor teases, watching you move. You hum a show tune, a small smile gracing your features as you gather your items and turn to face your partner, taking his hand. You exit the store together and make your way back to the hotel, and he brings your interlocked hands to his lips, planting a gentle kiss on the back of your hand.

“Did you want to stay with me a bit longer? We can... listen to the radio?” You offer, looking up with a bit of hopefulness in your eyes as you stand just before the entrance to the hotel.

“How kind of you to make such a wonderful suggestion.” Alastor replies, “I would very much like to spend more time with you, my dear.” 

You feel yourself grinning at the pet name and attempt to fight back the widening smile. You nod and squeeze his hand, entering the hotel and wandering through the lobby, brushing past the hotel staff. You wave at Husk, who gives a curt nod, and offer a soft, ‘Hello!’ to Charlie. Alastor follows your lead, eyes trained fondly on your grin, something Angel Dust will absolutely tease him about later. You finally enter your room after venturing the winding hallways, unlocking the door, and opening it for him, following behind. You shut the door with a soft click and bending down to pet your cat.

“I still can’t believe you don’t like cats.” You tease.

“You’re still trying to convince me to become a cat lover, are you?” He replies with a feigned scoff, watching as you stoop down to pet the feline.

You scoop the cat up, “Look at his face; how could you not love him?” you say, looking over the feline's head at Alastor.

“Love it as a pet. Not food.” You add, noting the gleam in his eye. He chuckles at your warning, knowing he would never eat something so near and dear to your heart.

“Fine, fine. I shall restrain myself; I know you care for it.” He replies, keeping his eyes locked on the animal. You let the cat down, watching as it scampers under the bed when Alastor moves towards you. You release his hand and approach your desk, setting the bag down on the dresser and rifling through it for the snacks you bought. You choose one and move across the room to plop down cross-legged on your bed, reaching for your nightstand to turn on your small box radio. Alastor sits next to you, letting the two of you fall into a comfortable silence as you enjoy your snack and one another's presence. He scoots closer, sitting shoulder to shoulder with you, and the pressure of his body against yours is soothing. It's nice being with him, having someone you can be vulnerable with, and having a relationship with no romantic strings attached. Just two people expressing love for one another, romantic or not. The breeze wafts through the open window, blowing the curtains slightly and giving the room cool, fresh air. The nighttime sounds of the city below mingle with the soft tune of the radio and Alastor's steady breathing, and you find yourself finally at peace despite all the horrors of living in hell.

#alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor the radio demon #queerplatonic #queer platonic alastor because fuck all that romance shit #I will die on this hill #feeding my people #aroace alastor #he is perfect #if you look past the cannibalism and murder and blatant manipulation

[yenvengerberg]

what is it going to take for the uk to abolish the monarchy? what is it going to take to stop ignoring years and years of atrocities that this figurehead stands for? or to stop cheering at men parading in golden carriages while people starve on the streets? i'm so tired of seeing an outdated constitution glorified while the people i know live pay check to pay check, if they can at all, with constant concern that they won't be able to afford to live for the next month, let alone afford such things as their own home, while one family leeches off them just because they were born with a silver spoon in their mouth. eat the rich and feed the poor.

#uk politics #i'm just fed up today #sad of seeing the country celebrating about.. what? and why? #there's certainly nothing to celebrate to me #people cannot afford to live and we are celebrating a man who could singlehandedly feed the entire country? fuck off

[shehertheythemt500]

Caption This 😏

#trans #trangender #trans love #trans women are women #trans girl #transwomen #trans is beautiful #trans guy #trans selfie #transblr #trans rights #mtf trans #trans ally #feed me #meet and fuck #trans awareness #trans community #trans content #trans experience #trans feedee #trans fem #trans femme #trans genocide #trans joy #trans lover #trans man #trans masc #trans men #trans nonbinary #trans people

[shinigamihakenkyoukai]

Alan Humphries + Eric Slingby + Glasses in Musical Kuroshitsuji: The Most Beautiful DEATH in the World ~ Sen no Tamashii to Ochita Shinigami (2010)

#i just got really emotional about these two particular scenes again today for no real reason ok #eric slingby #alan humphries #slingphries #kuroshitsuji #kuromyu #the most beautiful death in the world #black butler #black butler musical #myu gifs #ミュージカル黒執事 #佐伯太輔 #松本慎也 #黒執事 #kuroedit #i'm tryna feed the slingphries people well this week #tumblr said fuck your gif quality tho #saeki taisuke #matsumoto shinya

[autogynephagy]

It is 8:03 AM where I am. I woke up at 6 on the dot and I have been so horny that I'm manually breathing ever since. I am thinking about the aftermath of my previous writeup. Dadcon, vomit. Below the cut.

You stumble back inside, your pants and underwear abandoned on the porch. It's late. You're exhausted and dripping your new siblings, and you'd usually hate the warm and sticky sensation on your thighs, but you can't focus on that.

You feel your stomach churn. The alcohol in your system is not agreeing with you. Your mouth floods with saliva as you race into the bathroom, and within moments of reaching it, you're bent over the porcelain. Hot bile, unprocessed beer and whiskey, all quickly pouring up from your esophagus and out over your tongue. It drips from your nose as the force of the action makes your father's climax leak faster from the hole he used. You wish you could be sad about losing it, but something else grabs your attention--

You're breathing hard, trying to recover, when you hear your father reenter the home. His footsteps shake the floor beneath you. "You alright'n there, kid?" he calls. You despair as the footsteps get louder, come closer, with you so vulnerable and bared. "D-don't-" You try, but trying to speak loudly makes you feel like you're going to puke again. So you resign yourself.

You hear the footsteps stop behind you, and your father chuckles. "I told you to clean up, n'here you are makin' a bigger mess," he chides. "Need some help?"

But he doesn't wait for an answer. He kneels behind you. Strong, calloused hands meet your flesh and draw lower quickly, before two fingers press wetly into you. "Can't have you losing all this," he murmurs. You close your eyes as his hand begins to move. His fingers draw back and pull out briefly, just to push his cum back into you.

You shiver and gag again. You feebly hope he wouldn't notice, but he does, and next thing you know, his other hand is on your jaw, and two more thick fingers press past your lips. Over your tongue, tasting of sweat and beer and the dusty wood of the porch table, before meeting the back of your throat and flicking over your uvula. "Go on, kid, get this out of you. You'll feel way better," he says. Your eyes shut tighter, and you are undone; you feel your walls clench around his fingers, now moving faster inside you, as a heavy river of vomit covers his fingers and hand. It seems to last ages since he won't stop playing with your throat all through it. "There ya go. That feels better, don't it?" he croons. Alcohol and bile burn your nostrils and the taste lingers on your tongue. Tears spill over your cheeks as his hands relent, the one in your mouth pulling back as the fingers within you slow. "I'd make more of a mess of you if I didn't have work in the morning. Tomorrow, I'll find you after, 'kay? Take a shower and brush your teeth," he tells you, pulling his hands away and standing. He uses his elbow to turn on the faucet, washes his hands, and leaves you. You're a mess on the bathroom floor. You know you're going to be hungover as all hell tomorrow, but all you can do right now is follow orders.

#I'm gonna be real with y'all. Who fucking knows if I will ever get to those prompts. #I got stuck on them for a week trying to plan them and then I shrimply couldn't write. #But don't you fags worry. I will keep throwing dadcon chum in the water to watch the feeding frenzy #of. 4 people. Mostly from pattymelter's reblogs. #Love you guys! I am going the fuck back to sleep! #dadcon #emeto