#talking moistly

[polkadotpatterson]

maybe the real blaseball was the friends we made along the way

#ily blesties #talking moistly

[yrael]

I was tagged by @kosmosxipo! Thanks blestie

Last song: I've been really into Gennifer Flowers by the Fever Dolls lately, it slaps

Favorite color: Blue

Currently watching: Doctor Who! Only two seasons into it so far but I'm having a great time

Last movie: Blackberry, it was pretty good

Spicy/sweet/savory: Savory. I am a wimp who can't handle spice, and I don't do great with too much sugar either

Relationship status: partnered with the wonderful @mossy-kit <3

Current obsession: I'm back into nuzlocking and damn I missed it but I sure do have so much to catch up on in terms of both reading other people's runs and playing/writing my own! So that's kinda been my main focus lately. I don't have a nuzlocke-specific blog but I post em over at my general writing blog @cyndakip :)

Last google search: pokemon type chart. lol

I tag uuuuuuhhhhh @postofficeofficial @bread--quest @charaznablescanontoyota @leonstamatis no pressure though!

#heck I don't even have a tag for original posts on this blog do I #talking moistly #the moistness is universal it can be on this blog too

[mocolococoffeesimp]

Im so happy for elphet, if it's cool can we get some headcanons about what she's like as a best friend?

-Elphelt would be the best of friends. Always asking how you're doing, wanting to spend time with you and so on. She would constantly drag you to the mall to buy outfits with you, to gossip about people. Her favorite thing on the mall, is to get ice cream with you and just talk about life. She does talk moistly about her lovelife. But, she will be extremely interested in yours aswell.

-Self-care days! She will invite you to her self-care days. It starts from simple manicure, as you two chat about stuff and watch some movies. But, the day ends with facial mask and other conditioners being applied, as a movie is being played on the background. She will not take a no, regarding the self-care day. Her bestie is going to be as pretty as she is, whether they wanted it or not.

-She will get you a vip access to every one of her shows. You're her bestie, of course you're going to be on the backstage cheering for her. Of course, when she is done with the show, she wants to take selfies with you to commemorate the show. She does this pretty much everytime you two hangout. Just snap a quick selfie of you two. To her it is nice to look back at some experiences you've shared. Not to mention, she will use these pictures possibly to get you a date.

#guilty gear #guilty gear headcanons #guilty gear strive #guilty gear x reader #guilty gear xrd #guilty gear elphelt #guilty gear elphelt x reader #guilty gear elphelt valentine #guilty gear elphelt x gn reader

[vaspider]

Whatever other issues Stranger Things 4 has (and there are many, and no, I don't want to talk about them here, make your own fucking post, I'm serious, don't), whoever wrote their captions did an amazing job.

They describe the sounds, they tell you what kind of emotion the music is conveying. [vines squelch wetly]. [intense synth music swells]. [shreds solo]. [Billy rages]. ["Every Breath You Take" by the Police plays, distorted]. [sinister industrial music swells]. [disconcertingly jaunty music continues]. [ominous stinger]. [breathes in shakily]. [swarm stops screeching, thrashing]. [tentacles undulate moistly].

These sound cues are important -- indispensable, really -- for full understanding of the plot, mood, and themes of the show. These captions are incredible, and more shows should pay attention to how this was done, and do this! Accessibility means being fully included in an experience, and honestly I cannot think of a show that did this better than Stranger Things 4 (part 2 was especially good at this).

Like... this should be the standard.

#stranger things #spoilers #stranger things spoilers #body horror #i cannot stress enough how much i do not want to talk about the VERY real issues with ST on this post #it's okay if i can just talk about disability stuff for a minute

[cryinginblaseball]

2022 recap

2022 is almost over, and I wanted to highlight the blaseball stuff I did this year!

First, my fics:

Hold Tightly, Hold Tightly

Everyone has that one Blaseball player that's their Blorbo. Jasper Coven is mine. I set a lot of his lore, and also contributed a lot to the Talkers' short circuit 2, Valhalifax. I really miss that team, and I really love Jasper. This is how he got the Valhalifax, and how he came to get Kiki Familia as his mentor.

Not The One That's Punishing You

Hobbs Cain talking to Greer Lott after she didn't make the Hall of Fame. I think these two could have been really good friends.

EUGENIA GARBAGE FINDS SOME CAT EARS IN A DUMPSTER AND DECIDES TO MAKE IT EVERYONE'S PROBLEM

This is not the best fic I've written, but it is my favorite. Eugenia running around and getting everyone to be a kitty cat is so much fun. This is also part of my York Silk is a furry agenda.

Drawing Moistly

My zine from the Blaseball Zine Jam, Drawing Moistly is a lot of sketches and doodles and art that didn't necessarily made it out of Orb Corner into the fanworks channel. Lots of Talkers blorbos in this one.

Bigger things:

I had the best lucky falling in with @polkadotpatterson and @mossy-kit and getting to build an amazing world together (and tricking them into being my friends). The Salt is lost short circuit that takes place in a Halifax where all the water has disappeared, leaving a vast salt flat behind, and a coven works in secret to try to bring the water back.

We're really proud of this thing we've made, and we'd love for you to read it. You can find The Salt on AO3 and downloadable on itch.io.

That other thing:

(Thanks to Spuntamatite for helping with the cover)

I finished a book this year, and it's a book that wouldn't have happened without Blaseball. I wanted to give my Blaseball OC, Oliver Trashcat, a story of his own, and what I got out of it is basically a love letter to Blaseball. There's nods to the fan culture, entire goddamn Garages lyrics, Talker arch types, and even a couple of cameos. I'm hosting it on Itch, and also posting it here one chapter at a time. It's pay what you want on Itch, which mean if you want to just download it for free, please do! I love these people and I want to share them with you all.

Thank you all for continuing to be an amazing fandom. I am all love you and I can't wait to see what we do in the new era.

#blaseball #blaseball fanfic #the salt #ultimate league

[addadmelechtheincubus]

Prologue/2

About 15 Years Ago:

Nobody is gonna take care of my cat.

It's crazy to Teddy that this is what his last thoughts are going to be. That no one will take care of his fat, scarred tabby because there's a crazy man with his hand around his throat, choking him while he inexpertly tries to also stab him to death.

He had never really minded the sex work. It had kept him fed- at least until it hadn’t. Things had been too grim for too long, and by the time he'd picked up the businessman in his fancy car with his fancy suit, he'd been ignoring his internal warning system a little too frequently.

His murderer is monologuing, going on about how he's always wanted to see the light leave someone's eyes, blah blah blah and all Teddy can think about is his cat.

His bloody hands find an empty bottle on the ground and when he smashes it into the guy's face, it just gets his head pounded into the wall with a scream.

And that's when he sees it. The hallucination that is a peacock. But also a horse. And kind of a guy. And as fucked up looking as Teddy feels. There is so much blood and he can't talk can't breathe but he reaches out because he's got nothing left and no one is going to take care of his cat. Help me.

And then he and he were they and they were I and bloody hands stripped the coat and expensive watch and wallet from the desiccated corpse crumbling in the rain.

He wasn't even hungry anymore.

Now:

Cascade City at night has places no one in their right mind would ever go, places where getting mugged was the LEAST of your worries. The trail- the faintest scent of sulfur and blood and cruelty leads him down Weyer to what had been a church.

(You have got to be kidding me. On the nose much?) The thought would be comical if the stakes weren't lives, and he rapped on the heavy wooden door. "Hello? A friend told me this was a safe place to spend the night?"

He waited, bracing when the door opened a crack. The hollow eyed Preacher Man peering back at him. "Go away. There's nothing for you here."

"I disagree." Tsedi said as he kicked the door in, sending the man tumbling backwards in a shower of splinters. The Preacher lay on the floor, twitching slightly, and Tsedi followed the almost imperceptible lines, up up past the rafters into the bell tower. "Come out come out."

In response, a head plopped to the floor beside him. Slowly, Tsedi looked down at the ruined visage. One of the folks from the camp. Up above him, the smell of blood was strong. He looked back up just in time to see a mass of foul-smelling demon crash into him like a moistly-sticky Prius.

{IF YOU CAN'T PROTECT YOUR LIVESTOCK, INCUBUS, MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T BE A FARMER} it screeched in his face in a rush of breath that smelled like hot garbage.

It was fetid, wet, smothering him like a gross, soggy blanket, but it screamed nonetheless as he drove a burning peacock plume into it. The demon pulled off of him with a grotesque sucking noise as Tsedi conjured a ring of plumes, the eyes burning with unearthly flame. "I hope you found them delicious, because you're never going to enjoy anything again."

~~

Zeke hadn't meant to follow him - but Teddy had always brought them food, always made sure the girls on the corner were safe. He was a good... well. Zeke wasn't sure what Teddy was, but he was glad he was on their side.

He could smell the smoke before he got to the old church, and the orange flames licked at the night sky, smoke billowing up in lurid columns.

Zeke approached, then scrambled backwards as a nearby wall blew out in a shower of masonry and flame. A spider- or at least something resembling one and the size of a car tumbled across the pavement, struggling to stand as bits plopped off, sizzling like tar on the sidewalk.

Out of the flames a figure stepped. "They weren't livestock, you sentient shit. They were people."

One eye saw Teddy the coffee guy, black goop splattering his coat and face, rage in his eyes that burned in contrast with the cold of his voice.

But the other, the one that saw ghosts and demons, saw something else. The centaur was as black as the night sky, an enormous peacock tail shivering behind him, each of the feathers' eyes flickering with flame. His head was a helm in the shape of a horse's head, with eyes glowing incandescently red, an extravagant plume of more feathers atop it. The back hooves glowed red with flame and the front were talons, clicking against the shattered stone as he delicately made his way down. "No one, not even hell, is going to miss you."

Zeke looked away from the screaming, down at his battered little notebook and the drawings within. One page, the creature with it's peacock tail, holding a box of muffins, smiling. "You got a light inside you, man. Like nothing else. Glad you're on our side."

[lerry-hazel]

HERE BE SPOILERS !!! (e3-4)

I’m making a list of all those fishy things in GO2 I’m no longer willing to dismiss, because it makes me feel vindicated.

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1. Muriel – in retrospect: once you realise that’s supposed to be a character, rather than a one-time joke.

2. The Bently Part 2, which is actually worse than Part 1: like, if one tries really hard, one might, maybe, pretend that there is some, yet unnamed, reason why Aziraphale absolutely had to take a car to Edinburgh; but there is definitely no reason why he should mess with something Crowley loves.  

3. The whole graveyard thing. More blatant villainisation of Aziraphale, that has the audacity to pretend to be book-canon. Granted, the book doesn’t describe the exact circumstances where the discussion on moral potential of poverty takes place, but it reads like they were talking over a cup of tea, not over the head of an actual ill and starving person.

Moreover, the book states clearly that

a) Aziraphale is smart, and

b) that Crowley was freakin’ ASLEEP in 1827, when the whole ordeal supposedly takes place;

c) which, in turn, paints the 1862 flashback from s1e3 in very unpleasant light.

4. (Technically, also the graveyard thing): extremely awkward foreshadowing. Resurrections might come in handy in the Second Coming of imaginary s3, but that was such a lame introduction, of, I don’t even know: Dr./Mr. Dalrymple? The pub? Since neither has any impact on the plotline of s2.

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1. The Bently is 90 y.o. That’s frankly, moistly nitpicking, but I remember there had been some issue with the model used in the book vs s1, and was going to check it out on principle, while assuming it didn’t matter. Now that they’ve said it aloud, it feels like it does matter, but still doesn’t make a lot of sense to me.

2. “Crowley doesn’t have Gabriel, where would he put him?” Is it just me, or does it sound like Aziraphale is, apparently, not oblivious to the fact Crowley is homeless?

3. The whole “mini-episode”. Again.

a) The Characters only have 6000 years of shared history. What could be better use of valuable screen time than reiterating how Aziraphale utterly fails in the art of prestidigitation?

b) I totally didn’t want to see Madame Tracy and Sister Mary, let alone Warlock or Adam. But I was so deeply invested in the further fate of three squished nazis!

c) It would be nice to hear Aziraphale proclaiming his utter trust in Crowley: if it didn’t happen right after accusing Crowley of leading a nazi spy ring and right before accusing Crowley of shooting people left, right and center.

d) It would be nice to see Aziraphale put his complete trust in Crowley, if it didn’t happen in a situation with literally zero stakes. Also, OK, by this time it’s been successfully brought to my attention that the show wants me to hate Aziraphale for some reason, but why is Crowley going along with it?

4. Plants being put back into the Bently right away: looks suspiciously like Crowley doesn’t want to spend an extra minute in the bookshop. Let’s cling to the hope it’s because of Gabriel, for now.

#good omens #season 2 #good omens 2 #good omens season two #cruel and unusual punishment #ranting #shouting into the void

[polkadotpatterson]

Ceci n'est pas my beautiful house. Ceci n'est pas my beautiful wife

#I'm sure someone has made this joke before but I couldn't resist #same as it ever was #talking moistly

[starcolle-archive]

tabula rasa; keep moving forward

I’ve made some friends on tinder so far; some want to play board games and some want to get in my pants. But I’m talking to this kid [21; obviously not a literal kid, but it feels like there’s over a decade between us] about his depression in how the public unconsciousness is poisoned. (Speaking of which, I need to get back to writing the smut I was drafting while drinking. The guy’s getting pegged while he talks about parasocial relationships being deliberate creations of class based society; used to alleviate the rising temper of the inevitable clashing mentalities prevalent among the public unconsciousness. Obviously I’m not gonna do it justice in any way in a tumblr post, so I’ll keep it top myself for now.)

And as all the thoughts raise through my head, agreeing with him on how neoliberialism’s schadenfreude is morally decrepit, I’m reminded about our discussion(s) about tabula rasa and what it means to be one’s authentic self. Yeah, sure, ALL the kinky shit we talked about was fun, but it was always the intellectual discussions that I’ve missed most. Sure I may have been the moody sarcastic asshole at time, but I was always sincere with my interest in discussions & our intertwined betterment; no matter the topic.

So I guess that’s another reason why I’m reminding myself to keep moving forward like I used to tell you. I’m finally replying to my new therapist. it shouldn’t have taken me this long, but I’m so exhausted that I’m just now getting around to it.

Why am I even writing this? You don’t read it, and it’s already inside my head. I guess it is good to get it out, even if it makes me feel psychotic (I should probably get my psychiatrist to up my anti-psychotic, shouldn’t I? ...I jest; moistly, er, I mean mostly.)

[This is where I’d insert the sound of an hour long groan that you can’t tell if it’s the byproduct of a bad pun or from something else I might say; I’m hyper-aware except for when I need it most after all.]

#the amount of thesis I could write with a bottle of cheap ass screw top rose; a little bit of adderall; and maybe a little weed... man I #really wish I had the mental capacity to go back to college; part of my interest in a state job is the free state school classes; gotta go #to FSU like I(we) said I(we) would; right? well hey if you ever need a couch to surf (or bed but I doubt you'd want that offer) in Tally #it'll always be available so long as I'm stuck in this hell hole of a transphobic state ...fuck me up the ass (or have your bf do it) I do #not know how much longer I can stand the thought of being here; my agoraphobia has been terrible and #my ''husband'' has only marginally gotten better at being verbally abusive; she has a lot of points but she attacks me so harshly that all #I can really do is dissociate ...jk I've gotten a LOT better at picking my battles and knowing how/when to respond; if you thought I was #good at listening back then; well Im #noticeably better #(I was gonna use some arbitrary metric value but I'd rather let my actions speak for theself; and its not liek you have any interest in my #actions or my thoughts ...you've yelled at me enough times about all that already ...honestly I would've rather you apologized for all that #instead of ''everything'' that happened in our relationship; guess what: I've never kept score rather a catalog of things I'd want to talk #over if the time ever presented itself; fuck it I need to go get some sleep; trying to decide what kind of nightcap I'm in the mood for now #that I've gotten better at kicking bad habits; I've been slowly working sicne my heavy relapse(s) in summer of '20; anyways allonsy! KMF!!! #I need to get caught up with DW now that they've apparently brought David Tennant back) #personal #keep moving forward #I need to stop this absurd obsession when I know it serves no healthy purpose

[julian-is-a-punk]

Hello Ontario, Canadians,

I just was thinking to myself, "I don't care what patches I got I'm comfortable with the knowledge of my rights when it comes to cops." And then I realized I have never (I have but not in this sense) had an experience with an Ontario cop. I have no idea what my rights are. I have no idea what my rights are.

Am I allowed to walk away if I am not being questioned, detained or arrested?

Am I allowed to refused to answer personal questions if I'm not being detained or arrested?

If I am in a bad mood can I get arrested? Lol! Serious fucking question.

What are my rights if a cop sees my patches and decides to fuck around okay cause I don't want to find out behind bars you know?

What are my rights when it comes to self incriminating? Am I allowed to deny a personal search? Am I allowed to not answer questions?

You know what I mean guys? I'm up shit creek without my Timmies. I've got the government down, the province vs province down, the bud, eh, tummies, murder chickens, moose... you know. I even know Terry Fox, Canadian bands, talk moistly, Alberta's covid glory holes lol. BUT NOT MY IMMEDIATE RIGHTS

So uhhhhhh could I get some help guys?

Or even like a link if their is one?

Any help or resources are appreciated 🙏🏻 🙂

#ontario #Ontario laws #my rights #canadian punk #punk

[twinklipsiero]

I know the [tentacles undulate moistly] is the most iconic ST4 caption but also can we just talk about I Piggybacked From A Pizza Dough Freezer for a sec pls? El queen of giving literally no context? Absolute icon?

#im not diagnosing her with autism but im not not saying she's autistic yakmow #i just vibe so much w her lmao #absolute icon #queen #ruler of the universe #st #st4 #stranger things #eleven hopper

[nikki152006]

My Man - Shouta Aizawa X Reader (~1~)

You walked into the large gates of U.A., which had hardly changed since when you had last been here, in your third year as a student. You could still remember yourself running out of the gates with Shirakumo when the school ended, while Aizawa and Hizashi caught up from behind, running and shouting, carrying your school bags which you both had thrown at them.

You walked over to the teacher's lounge, for the very first day as a teacher at U.A. High, hoping you'd meet your best friends as soon as possible. You had missed them terribly, all of them, for the last ten years you were in America, for your mother's cancer treatment.

You sighed as you slowly opened the door to the teacher's lounge and walked in slowly.

"Ah." All Might's skinny figure said, "(L/N), you're here." Since the Kamino ward incident, when you saw the interview of the U.A. staff as well as the fight between the weird villain and All Might, All Might's true form had been revealed to the whole world.

"This is the new teacher I was telling you abou-" All Might said, but halted his speech as someone pulled you into a large bear hug.

"(NAME)!!" Hizashi shouted, "You're back." A wide grin made it's way to your face. "Hizashi!" you said, hugging him tighter. After a few moments of hugging, he let you go, only to start bragging and telling the others about all the stuff you used to do at U.A. together and how you used to be best of friends with him and Aizawa.

'Shouta,' you thought, remembering the guy you had loved all your U.A. years, 'Where is that brat?' Your eyes skimmed through the people but he wasn't there. Your lips tightened as you inhaled deeply and glanced around the room, and thankfully, you found him leaned against a wall in one corner of the room with a conflicted look on his face.

"Shouta!" you said, happily, running over to him and pulling him into a big tight hug. He didn't hug you back. "You brat," you said, as an odd sense of disappointment feel over you, "do you have any idea how much I missed you guys. Idiot."

"Y-Yeah, yeah." Aizawa said, pulling away from the hug and looking away. "I-Is there something wrong?" you asked him, taken aback by his actions. Aizawa shook his head in denial and turned to look at you again, but with the same gaze he had for you back when you were students. You smiled widely at him and playfully punched him. "Tsundere." you said, making him groan and look away.

"So, what do I do today?" you asked the rest of the teachers, who then handed you your teaching schedule while Aizawa and Hizashi left for their homeroom classes after giving you sad looks and you telling them to some to you in the lunch break.

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"How were the classes?" Hizashi asked you, as you sat over with him, Aizawa and Nemuri Kayama (Midnight) for lunch. "Pretty good actually." you said, "It was class 1C and 1B today and the kids are pretty good."

"Oh, you haven't seen Shouta's class yet!" Hizashi said. You grinned and turned to Aizawa. "You gonna introduce me to your class or not?" you asked. "No." Aizawa said, blandly, "Don't even let them have an idea that you're related to me."

You and Hizashi laughed. Aizawa hadn't changed much, he was still the biggest tsundere you had ever seen.

"Who do you think was the most promising student in class 1B, (L/N)?" Kayama asked. "Please call me (Name)," you said, "And I think there were a few. That dork Monomoa is pretty good but he's kinda a brat and Kendo and Juzo were pretty good."

"Call me Nemuri too!" Kayama chirped. "And what about 1C though?"

"Some kid called Shinsou, looked as half-dead as Aizawa." you said, shrugging. "Oh," Nemuri said, "Looks like your son's got the lead, Aizawa."

You choked on your drink. "AIZAWA HAS A SON!?" you asked, sounding shocked from the outside, but your heart tearing apart from the inside.

"Not biological, he's adopted." Hizashi said, chuckling and patting your back. You stared at Aizawa who had his head turned away. "Wait," you said, "What exactly happened?"

Hizashi explained how Aizawa was now the legal guardian of Shinsou and how with a lot of requesting, Aizawa had finally, legally adopted Shinsou.

"God.." you whispered out, " and I thought he managed to get married." Hizashi began laughing again, remembering your and Shirakumo's old joke about Aizawa not being able to get married since he'd doze off during the wedding.

"Stop it." Aizawa groaned. "(Name), you have a class in 1A after the break." You grinned widely at him, "Now that's the spirit!" you said, patting him hard on the back, making him choke on his food, "Be the good boy."

"What the hell." Aizawa growled, looking away. "Aww..." you said, "Looks like our...uh." you said, glancing at Nemuri while Hizashi began laughing out lous realizing what you were gonna say, "Looks like our...sweet father's blushing."

Nemuri began laughing out loud for some reason. "I've never seen someone handle Aizawa like that before! He's actually blushing" she shrieked amidst her laughter. You chuckled, punching the back of Aizawa's head softly. He had never complained when you did stuff like this.

"God, (Name)," Aizawa groaned, "Grow up already, will ya?"

"I can't when you're still the whiny baby boy~" you taunted with a sadist grin. Aizawa groaned again, massaging his temples, while Hizashi smiled the widest he had in these last few years, his eyes going moistly. He had missed all this so much.

The bell rang. "To class." Aizawa said, sighing. "You won't enter until I tell you to." he said, taking the lead and walking inside the classroom.

You waited outside while Aizawa took his time talking to his class about something. "Why are you outside here?" Hizashi's voice came from behind you. "Because Shouta asked me to wait." you said, shrugging and sighing.

"Wanna go in already then?" Hizashi said with a mischievous grin, knowing exactly how much it'd piss Aizawa off. You grinned and nodded back.

You both burst into the classroom, drawing everyone's attention. "HEYA LITTLE KIDS!" Hizashi shouted loudly making you wince due to his high pitch.

"What the hell?" Aizawa growled. You flashed him with a grin similar to his signature sadist smile. "I WANNA INTRODUCE YOU TO YOUR A NEW TEACHER, (NAME) (L/N)!" Hizashi shouted. You waved out to the kids you recognized from the sports festival.

"PLUS SHE'S VEry close to your sensei and me!" Hizashi said, while Aizawa used his quirk to cut out his voice amplification mid sentence.

Something wrapped around your neck and you and Hizashi were pulled forward by Aizawa's special capturing weapons only to be faced by an angry faced, glowy eyed, hair standing up-ed Aizawa who growled, "Get out, both of you."

"Aizawa sensei, is that your daughter?" a girl with long green hair asked.

"Pfffftttt..." you and Hizashi clasped your hands on your mouth to avoid laughing out loud but it didn't work. It couldn't with what she had said. You both burst out in uncontrollable laughter while Aizawa groaned loudly and turned to the girl with a death glare.

"O-Only because she's got a black costume like yours and Present Mic sensei said she was close to you!" the girl blurted out hurriedly.

"Shut up or you'll regret it." Aizawa growled, making you and Hizashi, who were almost lying down on the floor clasp your hands to your mouth to stop laughing. If Aizawa got angry, he was deadly and you both knew better than to get him that way.

"Like I said," Aizawa said, "Principal Nezu has decided to let Shinsou into the class, and beside that, the new teacher will be assisting in today's battle training.

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You cracked your knuckles and neck and plopped onto the couch in the teachers' dorm's common area. It was still just your first day and Aizawa had made sure to burden you with two piles of test papers to correct.

"You're a monster, you know." you told Aizawa, after Nemuri left you alone with your two best friends. It was pretty late already and everyone had left for their rooms. Aizawa flashed you his sadistic grin, and you flipped him off.

You finally walked over to your desk which was right beside his and started correcting the papers. "Coffee, anyone?" Hizashi called out as he got up from his seat. "Me." you groaned, circling out the dumbest mistake you had ever seen. "Get me one too." Aizawa said, and Hizashi walked off, towards the cafeteria downstairs.

There was some silence as you quietly corrected papers, glancing at Aizawa after every few seconds. Aizawa's eyebrows furrowed as he marked a paper and used his left hand to slowly rub his chin. 'Sexy.' you thought, blushing and turning away to your own papers. You corrected another one effortlessly, which was almost completely correct.

You looked back up at Aizawa who was holding out two papers, as though comparing them. He let out a 'tch' and scribbled something on both the papers and sighed, picking up the next one. "You want something?" he said, suddenly, making you jolt and look back at your papers.

Aizawa turned to look at you, wondering why you'd been glancing at him. "(Name)?" he said again, when you didn't reply.

"W-What did you write on those papers?" you blurted out, and thankfully, he seemed convinced that this was exactly what you were wondering.

"Ashido and Kaminari." he said, "Students in my class looks like they've copied each other's answers." You nodded and looked away. You exhaled out deeply, feeling all the feelings you had for him during your school years, which had still remained over this time, light up again.

"Shouta~" you breathed out subconsciously, thinking about how you and Shirakumo used to say embarrassing things to him during your school years to cause him to fluster up or look away, embarrassed, and Shirakumo and Hizashi always amplified it tenfold by passing embarrassing and sometimes even lewd comments to fluster him even more.

"Hm?" Shouta asked, making you jolt. You didn't reply, but instead, froze as deer infront of headlights. "You need something?" he asked. You didn't reply.

"(Name)?" he said, looking up from his papers to see you frozen, your eyes fixed on the desk. "Hey." he said, but you didn't reply. A million thoughts were running through your mind, half of how sexy he sounded, and half of what excuse you should make for your accidentally blurting out his name in your thoughts.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and jolted hard, falling off the chair.

"What the hell, (Name)," Aizawa said, getting off his chair hurriedly and crouching beside you, "What's wrong with you?"

You turned to him, biting your lower lip, unable to understand whether it was the fact that Hizashi had left you both alone or that he was crouched above you that was making you want to pull him and kiss him roughly.

"Are you okay?" he asked. You looked away and nodded, composing yourself and getting up. "Where were you lost?" he asked. You let out an awkward chuckle. "I was......correcting the papers!" you said, even more awkwardly.

Aizawa raised a brow at you, but turned around when the door of the teacher's dormhouse opened.

"Dad." Shinsou said, stepping in, but halting when his eyes fell on you. "Why aren't you in your dormroom?" Aizawa asked him, as you took the chance to compose yourself and sit down on the chair.

"I...needed to talk..." Shinsou said, awkwardly, "I'm...not disturbing something...am I?"

You felt heat rise to your cheeks. 'I wish you were.' you thought, as Aizawa replied with a quick "No" and walked over to him. They both talked to each other silently for some time before Shinsou left and Aizawa came back to sit beside you.

"Now," Aizawa said, turning his chair towards you and sitting down with a concern clearly visible in his eyes, "What happened? Is there something wrong? You never used to zone out."

You stared deep into his eyes, feeling a hot bubbly feeling in your heart. Shouta Aizawa, you'd liked him from your first year in U.A. and had always been a good friend of him and the other two boys, until the third year, when your friendship grew to get stronger and stronger, so strong that you four were almost inseparable, well, that was until Shirakumo died during his work studies, leaving the three of you heartbroken.

"I've...had some things on mind these past years." you said, after a sigh. You knew you had always been close to Aizawa, you and Shirokumo had taunted and annoyed him in tons, but he never complained since he loved you both. You hoped his feelings towards you were romantic but knew that he wouldn't understand until he was confessed to directly.

"Yeah?" he asked, patiently. You inhaled deeply, preparing yourself for confessing your feelings to him.

"I...." you said, as alot of heat rushed through your body, making you sweat slightly and rapidly increasing your heartbeat. "Y-You...I..." Aizawa sighed and got up, dragging you along to the couch and plopped down, pulling you beside him.

"Relax." he said, "Just say it."

"Y-You're ...cute?" you mumbled, nervously. Aizawa stared at you in disbelief. "I'm being serious. Don't joke around with me, (Name), what's wrong?"

You tapped your foot on the floor, thinking of the right way to say it but knew that you'd have to say it straight.

"Mm...Sh-Shouta.." you said, turning to him with trembling lips. Aizawa's gaze never left yours, as his hand made it's way to your head, slowly ruffling your head. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice the softest you had ever heard.

You inhaled deeply, leaning forward onto him. "(N-Name)?" he said, leaning a little back, unsure of what you were doing. You climbed onto him and stared at him dead in the eye. "Shouta, I.." you said, about to say the words 'love you' but your brain did a backflip and you blurted out, "N-Need to tell you something." instead.

Aizawa stared at you, with creased eyebrows, unable to understand what was wrong with you and why you were almost climbed onto his lap. The thought made heat rise to his cheeks. He just hoped you didn't make it all more difficult for him.

You inhaled deeply bit your lower lip. 'I've got to say this.' you thought and said, "Shouta, I...listen, I don't know whether you feel the same way but I've....I've always..liked you..you know..romantically. Ever since our first year in U.A., I began developing these feelings...and stuff...I-It's no problem if you don't feel the same way but...we'll always be friends and that'll be enough for me. Shouta, I love you."

Aizawa's eyes widened and he winced hard, as though regretting something. You suddenly became aware of the several tears flowing down your cheeks.

"Dammit." Aizawa growled and pushed you off of him so hard that you fell on the ground. "Are you crazy!?" he shouted, turning around and rubbing his temples. "Are you fucking crazy!?"

"Sh-Shouta?" you mumbled, out, the tears in your eyes increasing and blurring out your vision. You crawled over to his crouched figure who was rubbing his temples. "Sh-Shouta...I-I'm sorry.." you mumbled, placing a hand on your back, which he swatted away immediately.

"Sh-Shouta..." you said, your voice turning into a whisper, as your tears drenched your cheeks. "Aizawa." he snarled, "You fucking call me Aizawa." Your heart dropped.

"B-But we're best friends, right?" you asked, in a scared, uncertain tone. "I don't think so." Aizawa growled, "I'd very much like you to fuck off."

Your heart broke.

You had never confessed to him in school because you had valued your friendship too much and weren't very ready for relationships then, but now, that you'd been so sure that he would have missed you, and thought that it was the right time to let him know, it hurt, it hurt so much.

"GO AWAY!" Aizawa shouted, making you flinch and jolt away. You got up, tears flowing over your wet cheeks, your body trembling and ran outside. You ran away outside the building and over into the forest-like grove of trees. It hurt, it hurt so much that you wanted to scream and cry madly.

"(Name)?" Hizashi's voice called you out from some distance away. You tried to silent your sniffs and sobs while you cuddled up with yourself under the large tree you were sitting under. It was evening already and the air was getting chilly.

"God." Hizashi said, jogging upto you, "I've been finding you for over an hour now." he said. You let out a hitched exhale, regretting not being quiet enough to avoid him finding you.

"C'mon." he said, pulling you up to stand with him, "Let's go. I need to tell you something." You, not being in the condition to respond or resist, just allowed him to take you wherever he was dragging you along. Hizashi walked outside the large tree grove, and took you over to a tree beside one of the gyms.

"Sit down, I need to tell you something." he repeated. You quietly sat down, still sobbing. Hizashi scanned you sadly, seeing your messy haris, sticking you your dirty, wet cheeks and your trembling body. He sighed and put his coat over you.

"I heard it all." he told you, crouching in front of you and ruffling your hair. "The reason why Shouta reacted like that was not that he didn't like you, (Name)."

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Aizawa walked out of the teacher's dormhouse, his heart aching badly. He wanted to forget it, he wanted to forget you confessing to him but he couldn't. He wanted you to stop having those feelings for him but he knew you wouldn't. He sighed, rubbing his throbbing chest before turning towards the gyms, hoping to distract his mind. He couldn't bear the guilt of liking you anymore. It just hurt.

He walked over to gym beta, but what he saw made his heart clench tight. You were sitting against a tree, your hair messy and sticking to your dirty cheeks while your body trembled under Hizashi's jacket. Aizawa clenched his hand to stop his urge of consoling you. Your confession repeated in his mind.

It was taking alot to control his feelings, but Aizawa wasn't going to let him take over what was meant for Shirakumo. 'He wouldn't have wanted this, he would never have wanted her to cry like this.' a voice in the back of his head said and before he could even realize it, Aizawa had used his binding weapon to move over the gym and secretly jump onto the tree you both were sitting under.

"The reason why Shouta reacted like that was not that he didn't like you, (Name)." Hizashi said. Aizawa's eyes widened. 'H-He...He doesn't know...does he?' he thought, glancing down at Hizashi who was slowly rubbing your back as you lied against him, looking up at him with puffy eyes.

"Aizawa did that because....Shirakumo....he...he had the biggest crush on you." Your eyes widened, along with Aizawa's.

"It was our first year." Hizashi said, "After the sports festival, Shirakumo started to find you really interesting and he talked alot about you to us. By the end of the first year, you were a sort of good friend to us already, and that's when he told us that he had a crush on you. By the start of the second year, me and Shouta would sometimes tease him about you and stuff and we began to talk to you more and more. We all got closer and became besties, but by the end of the second year, Shirakumo told me something I hadn't ever realized before."

You looked at him with widened eyes. You had never known any of this. You had never know that Shirakumo had a crush on you.

"Shirakumo told me that you had feelings for Shouta." Hizashi said, " I was shocked and kind of sad for him but he was happy, really happy. When I asked him why he was happy, he told me that he realized in the beginning of the second year that Shouta had feelings for you, which he hid from all of us because he didn't want to intrude between you guys. Yeah, Shouta too, had a crush on you in school but he hid his feeling because he didn't want Shirakumo to feel bad about it."

Aizawa's eyes widened. He hadn't ever known that Shirakumo had known about his crush on you and despite his best efforts in hiding it, he failed to do so.

"Shirakumo told me that day, that you were perfect, not for him, but for Shouta, and that every little outing he had planned that year, and every little joke he made alongside you, about how Shouta got tired, or how he dozed off, everything was just so that you both could get closer. (Name), Shirakumo did have a crush on you initially because he liked you alot, but he wanted you and Shouto to be together."

Aizawa inhaled shallowly, feeling tears in his eyes. He had never known that the person for whom he had been hiding his feelings for you was actually trying to set him up with you, despite having the biggest crush on you.

"Remember the time when we went to the amusement part and you and Shirakumo ended up making Shouta so embarrassed that he hid his face in his jacket and ran away?"

You nodded. Aizawa breathed out, shallowly, remembering the day.

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"Hey Shouta," Shirakumo said, "It's just ice cream. You're eating it like some five-year old eats broccoli." You began giggling, drawing Shirakumo's attention, while Aizawa felt his lips twitch into a small smile. He loved it when you laughed. Aizawa immediately composed himself, hiding his smile.

"(Name)! (Name)!" Shirakumo said, "Okay, I got an idea." You, Aizawa and Hizashi turned to him, while still licking all your ice creams.

"How about you give us some advice?" he said. "What sort of advice?" you asked. Shirakumo smirked.

"I bet all of us boys might have some crush or the other, right?" he said, leaning over onto Aizawa's shoulders. "Just tell us from the point of view of any other girl, what we look like." Aizawa froze, gulping hoping that Shirakumo wouldn't have found out about his crush on you.

"What you look like?" you asked. Shirakumo nodded, "Like Hizashi looks like the bright, loud and always cheery sort of person to any other girl, uh...like...what do you think girls see us as?"

"Oh...Ok, lets see...Hizashi as the loud and always cheery guy." you said, "You like...hmmm..the attractive and charismatic guy which every girl would want. Actually some girls do call you 'husband material' behind your back." you told Shirakumo.

"And what about Shouta?" he asked. You turned to Shouta who was glancing at Shirakumo with a worried gaze.

"Hmm.. to me he's like the cute supportive family guy who's a big tsundere on the outside. No, wait, you know what, this isn't about my choice, so, Shouta looks like the sexy tsundere guy who the girl'd call daddy or some shit like that." you said, with a wide grin. Shirakumo grinned and placed his elbow on your shoulder. "I wonder," he said, "I wonder who all thinks about him that way. Shouta, you've sure got some sexiness into you, huh."

Aizawa groaned and looked away.

"He'd get many options for wives," you said, with an evil smirk, "Only if he didn't doze of mid-wedding." you and Shirakumo said in unison laughing, making Aizawa groan and tell you to "Stop it already."

"AW." Shirakumo said, "Look, our sugar daddy's blushing." Aizawa exhaled out deeply in annoyance. "C'mon, sugar daddy." you said, as you and Hizashi laughed, "Don't be angry with us~" Aizawa choked on the large bite of ice cream he had taken on hearing what you said and glanced away blushing awfully.

You began laughing out loud. "Nah.." you said, "He's like a blushing little kitten." Shirakumo laughed out loud, "Damn, if I was gay I'd be totally onto him. "

"Me too...wait, I don't even need to be gay to like him.." you said, and then lightly punched Aizawa on the shoulder, "What d'ya say Shouta~"

You and Shirakumo burst into laughter as Shouto covered his face with his jacket and hurried away.

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"That day, the main reason Shirakumo wanted you to tell us what you thought other girls would see us as was because he wanted Shouta to know what you felt about him. " You wiped your tears, which were no longer because of Shouta, but because of Shirakumo. 'That brat.' you thought shakily.

"You know, the day when he....died.." Hizaki croaked out, wiping his own tears, "Me and Shirakumo had made a whole plan that morning, of how we were gonna make you and Shouta go for the end of year school prom together. We even planned to tell Shouta that Shirakumo didn't like you romantically anymore since he wasn't making a move on you."

Aizawa wiped his wet cheeks as he sat silently on the branch, listening to everything.

"Even today, Shouta thinks that you and Shirakumo liked each other, well, not  anymore since you just confessed to him, but...he wouldn't do anything, even if he still had feelings for you, because he didn't know the truth. He still feels guilty for liking you. Getting you both together was the only thing Shirakumo wanted that morning and then later, he died and you left the school shortly after that. Me and Shouta never even got to say goodbye."

You let in a shaky breath. "(Name), you leaving made Shouta confirm your feelings towards Shirakumo, and I'm not really sure whether Shouta still likes you or not, since he never once talked about you all these years, but I think it's time for me to tell him-" Hizashi's speech halted as he rested his head back on the tree, only to stare right into Aizawa's teary gaze from in the tree.

Hizashi sighed as he smiled sadly at Shouta who just bit his lower lip and closed his eyes. Hizashi turned to you. "I wish..." you said, tears still falling from your widened eyes, "I wish I hadn't taken a leave then. I-I could have saved him."

"It's okay, (Name)," Hizashi said, "You couldn't have, it just happened, it okay."

"I-If I wasn't sulking so much over my father's death and would've just gone to attend my work studies that day, I could have saved him!" you croaked out loud, shaking miserably.  Hizashi pulled you into his arms and craddled you, his face bearing a shocked expression.

"What!? W-Why didn't you ever tell us?" he asked. "Why didn't you ever tell us about him dying. It's not your fault, (Name), it's not, trust me. I-Is that why you left?"

You nodded while sobbing into Hizashi's shoulder. "M-My mother had can-cer." you croaked out, "Sh-She needed to be taken to A-America and dad had died and..."

"It's okay." Hizashi said, "No worries, it's all okay. Everything's fine now. You're mom's okay...r-right?"

"She died a month ago." you croaked. Hizashi hugged you harder, glancing up at Aizawa who was hardly visible in the now spreading darkness.

"Let's go back in, it's cold here. We'll talk about it later, okay. You're back, I'm here, everything will be fine, I promise."

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There's a part two which was really fun to write.

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The Preacher’s Hot Family  cont

CHAPTER EIGHT

The following weekend, Valarie told her husband and daughter that she was going to visit her sister in a nearby town -- when, in reality, she was shacking up with Arnie Hunter.

The minister spent that Saturday morning attending to some duties at the church and, returning home early in the afternoon, he decided to take a shower.

Passing Tammy's open door as he walked down the hall toward the bathroom, he was stunned to see the girl spread out naked on the bed.

With her eyes closed, she was feverishly fingering her juice-drenched pussy as she visualized a big muscular man fucking his hard cock into her. Tammy was so completely lost in her overpowering lust that she didn't even notice her father watching from the door.

The preacher could hardly believe his eyes as he numbly stared at the writhing, moaning girl. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her baby-soft mouth gaping open as her long blonde hair flailed wildly around her flushed face. Sobbing and moaning with ecstasy, she was obscenely finger-fucking her blatantly exposed cunt.

Staring between, his daughter's widely spread thighs, the minister could see her wet fingers slithering around in the clinging moistness of her dripping cunt slit. Her sweet cunt, nestled in a growth of downy pussy hair, was the most erotic sight he had ever seen. Looking at the adorable girl's naked body was almost blowing his mind.

For the past several years, the man had been so involved with his church that he'd given very thought to sex, rarely fucking his beautiful wife. But now, watching his daughter finger-fucking on the bed, he got a horrendous hard-on.

Shaking with excitement, the man began rubbing his aching boner through his pants. His sweet daughter's cunt was hotly flowing with juices that were running down between the soft round cheeks of her ass. Becoming more and more aroused with every passing moment, and not wanting his daughter to see him watching, he turned away and walked on down the hall to the bathroom.

Standing under the warm spray in the shower, he felt his hard cock throbbing wildly as he soaped his body. The man reached down and began lazily skimming his foreskin up and down over his straining cockshaft. It had been years since he had jacked off, but in his present state, the feel of his fingers around his thick boner suddenly felt good to him. Staring down at his bloated cockrod, he began stroking it a bit more urgently. Closing his eyes, he could vividly see Tammy's cunt peeking out at him from between her soft thighs. He tried to imagine that the soapy suds on his hands and cock were his daughter's slippery cunt juices. Half out of his mind with lust, he imagined that his hand was Tammy's pussy. It seemed as if he could hear her sobbing and squealing with delight as his clenched fist slid up and down over the throbbing length of his prick.

He had enjoyed watching her masturbate, but he knew he would never be depraved enough to fuck the girl, yet he was fantasizing that he was fucking his cock in and out of her cunt.

Now stroking his cock a bit more rapidly he imagined his tingling prick fucking deeper and deeper into the slippery hotness of that little pussy of hers. He could clearly see the adoration in her half-closed eyes as she locked her arms and legs more tightly around his body.

As his fingers squeezed and stroked his throbbing boner, he could vividly feel her hot cunt muscles sucking and squeezing on his ready-to-burst prick.

"Oh, Tammy, you sweet baby!" he panted. "It's so good to be fucking your hot pussy!"

He imagined his daughter writhing her overheated pussy around the base of his deeply embedded prick. With his hand racing wildly up and down the length of his throbbing boner, he could almost feel his hard prick plowing deeper and deeper into the hot moistness of her sizzling fuck-hole.

"Here it comes, Tammy, darling!" he suddenly gasped. "Here comes the fuckin' juice!"

Then his thick creamy jizz began splattering all over the wall of the shower stall. The lust crazed preacher's grasping fingers continued pumping up and down on his cum-spurting prick until the last drop had finally oozed out. Shaking like a leaf, he had to lean against the wall to support himself because his trembling legs could hardly hold him up.

Filled with shame over what he'd done, he stepped out of the shower and briskly dried his body. He was completely disgusted with himself, but at least he'd gotten rid of his hot cum-load.

Slipping into a robe, he walked downstairs to his den where he proceeded to pick up his Bible and settle down in his favorite chair. Slowly sipping a Coke, he tried to concentrate on reading, but his mind kept returning to thoughts of his horny daughter. Jacking off had temporarily relieved him of a big wad of jizz, but he still needed to fuck a hot pussy!

Two hours later, the preacher was still sitting in the chair when Tammy walked into the room.

"Hi, Daddy," she said in a pleased voice. "I didn't know you were home."

"I left church early," he smiled.

"Aren't you feeling well?" she asked, walking over and settling down on his lap.

"I feel fine," he smiled, thinking how fresh and clean her hair smelled.

He could feel the soft warmth of her body burning through his robe, sending a faint ripple through his loins. Tammy's short skirt had accidentally slipped up quite high when she plopped herself on his lap, and the sight of his daughter's bare thighs brought back the lascivious thoughts he'd been having about her. Remembering how her pussy had looked when she was playing with it, he suddenly wondered how it would feel to stick his cock in there. He tried to dismiss the thought, but it still persisted. The realization that her juicy pussy was only separated from his cock by the material of his robe and her skirt was making his prick stir back to life.

Sitting on her father's lap, Tammy was suddenly conscious of his boner swelling and throbbing against her ass. For the first time in her life, she wondered what her dad's cock was like. Being an extremely horny girl, and realizing they would be alone in the house all weekend, she suddenly had a wild desire, to have him fuck her.

Wanting to let him know that she was available, she began slowly and very subtly squirming her hot ass around on his rapidly swelling cock-bulge.

"Gee, Daddy!" she whispered, rubbing her ass against his expanding cock. "I sure love sitting on your lap."

The way she was squirming round was exciting him even more.

"Oh, Daddy," she giggled. "You're getting a hard-on, you naughty man!"

"Don't talk like that," he said in a nervous voice. "Nice girls don't use those kinds of words."

"Oh, Daddy," Tommy whispered, squirming around and covering his mouth with her moistly parted lips. "I loved you so muck."

Holding the girl in his arms, he felt a horny thrill as her sweet tongue wormed between his lips and into his mouth. Because of the way she was squirming on his lap, the front of his robe opened arid his prick sprang out against the bare flesh of her inner thighs. The thrilling sensation of his big drooling cockhead burning against her bare skin sent a hot spurt of cunt cream gushing out from between her legs.

"Jesus Christ," he softly moaned into the girl's open sucking mouth.

Almost out, of his mind with lust, the preacher no longer gave a shit whether it was his own daughter or not. The only thing that mattered anymore was that she had a cunt and he desperately needed to fuck her.

More than eager to fuck, Tammy reached down and wrapped her fingers around his stiff prick, sliding his silky foreskin up and down over his sensitive cockhead. God, how she wanted to feel her sweet father's hard cock stuffed up between her legs! His prick felt so stiff, with a spongy hardness about it that was extremely pleasant. Placing his bloated cockhead between her soft creamy thighs, she closed her legs together, gently squeezing his hard cock between her naked thighs.

"Oh, you sweet baby!" her dad gasped, almost beside himself with the intense ecstasy.

Opening her legs, she once more began stroking his heavenly boner with her soft fingers.

"Do you like this, Daddy?" she whispered, expertly skimming his foreskin back and forth.

"It feels fantastic," he gasped. "But I shouldn't be letting you do this to me."

"Why not?"

"Because you're my daughter."

"Oh, shit," she giggled. "I've been fucked lots of times."

"Are you telling me the truth?" he panted, unable to believe what he was hearing.

"Sure," she grinned. "I love to fuck. Would you like to try me?"

"Oh, honey, we couldn't do that," he mumbled as the horny blonde continued stroking his throbbing hard-on. "I'm your father."

"So what?" she giggled. "Dads need fuckin', too."

"I know," he admitted. "But not with their daughters."

Pleased that she wasn't wearing any pants or a bra, as usual, Tammy took his hand and shoved it up under her skirt -- letting his fingers brush across the soft fuzz of her juicy pussy.

"Daddy," she whispered into his ear, "stick your finger in and see how hot and juicy my pussy is."

His hard cock lurched wildly in Tammy's hands when his fingertip slipped into the hotness of her cunt slit. He had never felt anything so incredibly good in his life.

"Does it feel good?" she whispered. "God, yes!" he panted.

"Then why don't you fuck it?"

"I can't, honey. It just wouldn't be right."

"Don't you wanta fuck me?" she pouted. "Of course I do, darling. But ft isn't right for a father to mess with his own daughter."

"Maybe it doesn't seem right," giggled the horny girl. "But it'll sure feel right."

Feeling her fingers lovingly stroking his throbbing prick, the preacher closed his eyes and surrendered to her persistent urging.

Pleased that he wasn't resisting any longer, Tammy raised her skirt above her hips and, facing her dad, she straddled his loins. Grasping the base of his stiff prick, she guided it up between her cuntlips as she slowly lowered her hot dripping cunt slit down over his throbbing cockhead. The horny girl's body trembled with excitement as she felt her father's big blood-engorged cock sinking into the slippery hotness of her steaming pussy.

"Oooooooooh, Daddy," she passionately whimpered, still lowering her seething pussy down aver his wonderful fuck-tool. "It feels so good... so good!"

As Tammy's hotly aroused cunt slid down over his cock, her dad kept arching his hips up until her pussy was completely filled with his throbbing prick.

"Oh, fuck!" she whimpered, screwing her hot slit down tighter around the thick base of his embedded fuck-shaft. "This feel so shittin' good!"

Tammy could feel every vein and sinew of his hard cockmeat pulsating deliciously against the sensitive flesh of her tightly stretched cunt walls.

"Oh, shit," she giggled as she began fucking her grasping pussy up and down over his glistening cockshaft. "This is gonna be fun."

Becoming more and more aroused as she bounced up and down on his throbbing prick, the girl suddenly pulled, her dress off over her head and excitedly rubbed her luscious tits against her father's drooling mouth.

"Mmmmmmm!" she whimpered when he sucked one of her swollen nipples into his mouth, feeling it clear down to her cunt when he began lightly nibbling on her sensitive nipple. "It feels so fuckin' good, Daddy!"

With her nipple stuffed into his hotly sucking mouth, Tammy was feverishly fucking her pussy up and down over his glorious cock. The lips of her greedy pussy sucked and grasped hungrily at the base of his prickshaft, as if frantically trying to suck more of his cock into her writhing fuck-hole.

The man could feel his cock growing bigger and bigger as it slithered in and out between the fleshy ridges of his daughter's tightly squeezing inner pussy flesh. Only a few short minutes before, his sex-starved body had been dying for a hot fuck, but he had never dreamed of anything as wonderful as this. His pretty daughter was giving him the tightest, hottest fuck he'd ever had in his entire life. It felt as if his big bloated cockrod would literally explode from the exquisite sensations induced by her sucking cunt.

Their sweaty bodies were frantically grinding together as she bounced up and down over him, taking his hard cockmeat deeper and deeper into her hot fuck-hole.

"Oh, shit, Daddy!" she shrieked. "I just love your big hard cock!"

"You sweet baby!" he gasped, momentarily releasing her swollen nipple from his feverish sucking mouth. "That's gotta be the hottest, tightest cunt in the whole world!"

"I'm glad you like it," she smiled. "I want you to enjoy my pussy as much as I'm enjoying your big hard prick."

Their lurching bodies were slapping noisily together as the lewdly coupled father and daughter frantically fucked on.

"Oh, you sweet darling!" he gasped. "I've never felt anything so fuckin' good in my life!"

"I know! I know!" she squealed with rapture. "Your hard cock is driving me crazy!"

As her cream-slickened cunt slurped up and down over his wildly throbbing boner, she was rubbing her tits wildly against his face and mouth.

"Ooooooooh, Daddy!" she screamed as the man began thrusting his loins up more violently to meet every downward fuck-plunge of her pussy. "Fuck faster Daddy... faster... harder!"

As the horny girl rapidly increased the tempo of her fucking, her dad could feel an ejaculation building up deep in his balls, and he realized he would soon be filling his daughter's cunt full of hot cum.

"Oh, sweet fuckin' Jesus!" she joyously whimpered, throwing her long blonde hair back as the top ridge of his big juice-slickened cock rubbed against her tingling clit. "It's so good... so good!"

The wild ecstasy was almost more than the horny girl could stand, and when she suddenly felt her father's hot cum gushing into her eagerly waiting cunt, she exploded into a mind-blowing orgasm.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, shit! I'm coming!" she shrieked, writhing her hot cunt down around the base of his cum-spurting cock, wanting to get the full impact of his powerful discharge.

Falling forward with her face against his shoulder, Tammy clung passionately to her dad until the very last drop of cum had dribbled out of his prick.

"Oh, Daddy," she softly whispered into his ear. "That was the neatest fuck I've ever had. Let's just fuck all night long."

"That suits me," he grinned as his lovely daughter got up, letting his limp prick slip out of her cummy cunt with a wet slurping sound.

"Let's go up to your room," she said, picking up her dress. "I wanta get this sweet cock nice and hard again."

They went upstairs together, big globs of slippery cum oozing out from between her legs with every step. Once they were in her dad's room, Tammy playfully pushed him down on the bed. Lying next to him, the horny girl began lightly caressing his limp prick.

"You're sure a horny shit," her dad grinned as Tammy's fingers lovingly worked on his sensitive cockshaft. "Who taught you all this stuff?"

"Me," she giggled.

"How many guys have fucked you?"

"Lots of them," she admitted. "Even Uncle Will fucks me all the time."

The preacher was shocked to hear that his older brother had fucked Tammy, but the shock turned to ecstasy when Tammy suddenly lowered, her head and stuffed his sticky prick into her mouth. His entire body began trembling with excitement as he watched the girl wrap her juicy baby-soft lips around the head of his prick.

"Mmmmmmm," she whimpered, swirling her tongue around his limp fucker. "You taste so good."

A ripple of renewed excitement rushed through her cunt when Tammy felt his cock starting to grow bigger in her mouth. She could feel her father trembling with lust as her tongue and lips worked and sucked on his rapidly expanding boner. As she nibbled and sucked up and down the sensitive underside of his spit soaked prick, her father quickly raised another throbbing hard-on.

"God, that's a neat cock," she sighed, momentarily removing his prick from her mouth.

"And you're so sweet," he whispered as her fingers teasingly moved up and down the length of his cockshaft like butterfly wings. Then, slowly sliding the thick foreskin back and forth over his bloated cockhead, she lovingly rubbed his sensitive prick-knob against her cheeks, under her chin and through her long blonde hair.

Finally covering the head of his cock with her hot wet mouth again, she began a slow deep suction that soon had him writhing all over the bed. With every deep suck, it felt to the man as if she were drawing his asshole right up through the length of his swollen cockshaft.

"You sweet cock-sucker!" he gasped, curling his fingers into her hair as he talented mouth sucked feverishly on his blood engorged prick. Her head was bobbing faster and faster as she frenziedly sucked on him throbbing boner. His entire body was writhing and jerking from the fantastic sensations being induced by his cock crazed daughter's juicy mouth.

"Are you almost ready to shoot?" she asked, releasing his prick when she felt his stomach muscles tensing.

"Just about," he panted.

"Then shoot your jizz into my cunt," she giggled, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs for him.

Smiling at his beautiful daughter, he quickly crawled up between her logs.

"Oh, sweet Daddy," she whispered, feeling his cock slowly parting her slippery cuntlips. "That feels so fuckin' good."

When his throbbing cockshaft was fully embedded in her horny aunt, he slowly withdrew. It about halfway and then went all the way in again. Repeating the same thing, ho was soon rhythmically fucking his steel-bud cock in and out of her juicy pussy.

"Oh, Daddy?" she screamed with rapture. "It feels so fucking good! SO fucking, fucking good!"

The room was echoing with their squeals and moans of passion as they feverishly fucked each other for all they were worth.

"That's it, Daddy!" she shrieked, feeling his hard cock pounding deeper and deeper into her belly. "Fuck it to me, Daddy! Fuck it to me!"

As his cock fucked deeper and harder into her cunt, Tammy knew this was just one of the many fucks she would share with her dad before this night was over -- and for years to come.

[mercutihoe]

We need to talk about Canadians responding to criticism from Americans more. When anything they’ve done wrong in the past or currently is brought up their automatic defense is “w w well at least we didn’t elect donal drumpf as president!!!!!! we have free healthcare!!!!!!! We don’t have school shootings every week like you guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!” And it’s the exact same knee jerk response that British people have and it’s honestly so tiring. Like sorry there’s photos of your prime minister doing blackface that barely got him a slap on the wrist and you all seem to have forgotten that because he said “moistly” once, grow up and learn to take criticism about the way your country is run instead of just dishing it out and acting like you’re perfect.

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Monday 4 January 1836

8 ½

11 ½

No kiss A- better this morning but her blister place so sore, cannot bear her stays on - but breakfast downstairs - Rainy stormy windy night and morning F47° now at 9 40 am at which hour made breakfast - Mr. Washington came at 9 ¾ before A- had come down - left her with him while I had Robert Mann then Joseph Mann about Whiskam bar till after 10 - then breakfast till about 10 ½ - then ½ hour with my father and Marian - then had Dobson with his note in full up to 10 December inclusive = £25.6.0 three shillings to take off from proceeding note for carting 18 loads stones .:. agreed to pay Dobson £25 in full of all demands he has against me - to be settled at the rent day on Wednesday - D- to furnish good sets (delivered) for the farmyard  at 18/. per rood - long talk about what stone and what he could deliver them at, would be wanted to lag and bolder my new approach road - he said a two horse cart load would lag 3 square yards - but to do the job well say 2 two horse cart loads would do 1 yard in length of road 5 yards wide - he reckoned

the stone per load 1/6   say per yard in [light] of rood

carting ditto ditto 2/6     2 loads stone at 4/.   8.0

Rubble ditto ditto 3 1/2d.    2 ditto rubble at 2/9 ½° = 5.7

carting --------- 2/6                 Breaking rubble would be 7d. a load [on] the highroad at 9d.= 1.6

                                                 (10d. enough?) [?] (too much)    1.0

                                                  making bed                         0.3

                                                                                                16.4

 16/4 per 7 yards in length or 16/.4 per rood exclusive of Dross will never do = £5.14.0 per rood

   sometime with A- wrote copy of note for her to Mrs D- wrote to ‘the Gentlemen of the Yorkshire District bank Halifax’ enclosing a £40 Bank of England bill (A-‘s) vide Business letter book asking for 1 £20    1 £10 and 2 £5 Bank of England  notes and sending my banking book begging my account to be made up as soon as convenient - George off between 1 and 2 pm and took my note to the Bank and A-‘s note to Mrs Dyson and was to give

 SH:7/ML/E/18/0155

 compliments and inquires from the family at Pynest and Willowfield and Haughend after Mrs. Henry Priestley who has been of small pox - at my accounts and wrote the above of today till 2 55 just before which time Captain Parker the Distributor of Captain Ross’s work called and left me (I did not see him but sent him down the 35/.) the appendix to the 2nd vol. of the work - out at 3 ¼ - at Whiskam quarry - back by the Lodge at the Lower fishpond - took several turns in the walk and lastly up and down the terrace in the garden and came in at 5 35 - dressed in ½ hour - came in as moistly hot as if it had been summer - dinner at 6 ¼ - A- dined downstairs and sat till 7 25 - then 25 minutes with my father - Marian away - drinking tea at H-x - coffee with A- in the blue room at 7 50 to 8 ½ - George brought back this afternoon letter 3 pages and ends from M- (Lawton)  - dated new year’s eve and new years day - her last thoughts in the old year and first in the new so long given to me would not could not but keep up the custom - ....... ‘you ask, dear Fred, how it is that I have been so given to despond and you to hope? our natures are different, our organs of sight are different, I cannot penetrate a cloud and fancy a little sunshine peeping thro’ it but when I feel its warmth no one enjoys it more or feels more thankful. but a dark gloomy day always depresses me, yet I force myself into occupation, and work both mind and body at no merciful rate. I think this cold weather agrees with me for I am better than when I wrote to you last, tho’ even ‘you cannot prove’ that my statement as to the future was ‘a mauvais calcul’ - but we shall see, as things now are so will they go on, with one of the party - at 65 the Rubicon is passed at 46 it begins to be in sight and that there is a risqué you till not deny - however it is well to be ready for all things, and at all events so long as I am here the absence of my unchanging regard shall not be wanting to your comfort’ - A- was better but wanting to know if she would really pay our living and stable account and if we had better let all go on as it does but offer Marian some advice A- began crying and said I seemed to think she caused all the expense wished I had told her before etc I had put stable expenses including Cars land to be taken and Frank and George’s wages etc at about (over rather than under the reality I said) two hundred and fifty a year she said she thought I had reckoned fifty pounds per horse yes said I but that did not include servants’ wages etc I said calmly and gently everything that was kind and conciliatory that if she paid five hundred a year her expenses would not exceed what she spent at Lidgate that my father always kept me when I was here and I really had so much on my hands now I was at all I could do however all I said and entreated no answer could I get so I quietly came away I had at first of her paying for one manservant and I for one she said the excise would not allow that I must pay for two as they wore my livery oh oh thought I she wants to sport her own livery I quietly said but your livery is the same as mine  she answered but not the button I merely said the excise would not interfere the truth is she wants to take care of her money and to be important  nous verrons time will tell the event Had George near ½ hour till 9 ¼ - told him to teach Frank to groom thoroughly well and to clean carriages - hinting to George that if he would like to be in the house again, (yes! he would like it very much) I would take him back to his place the very first time there might be an opportunity - had written all but the first 4 ½ lines of the last page and so far of this at 9 25 when went to my aunt and sat with her till 10 5 she had a sleepless painful night last night and did not get up till 5pm but seemed and talked very cheerfully and well this evening - Rainy day till between 11 and 12 and boisterous wind all the day - higher towards night - but fair in the afternoon and evening F47 ½° now at 10 25 pm - have been ¼ hour looking into my old edition of [Whiting]’s Botany.

[allbeendonebefore]

13, 14, 15, 16 and 26?

13. does your country (or family) have any specific superstitions or traditions that might seem strange to outsiders?

There are so many superstitions related to hockey that I don't understand or care about, not shaving being one of them. There are also things buried in heritage that you don't Think of as superstitions until you're told by an outside source. For example, I had no idea that my grandma's Desperation to make sure we ate was rooted in anything other than just normal grandma concern until I learned that in Ukrainian culture, a person refusing food was basically bringing the devil into your house. Suddenly the contrast between my eastern european grandma (food is love) and my british grandma (what do kids like? tonic water?) made a lot more sense.

14. do you enjoy your country’s cinema and/or TV?

Yes, actually, I think a lot of people apologize for Canadian media because it's cringe but I think it's only cringe when it's either a knock off of something else or it's taking the self-flagellation a bit too seriously. Sometimes stuff with lower budgets and campy or cheesy humour is Good, Actually.

Some movies that come to mind are Bon Cop Bad Cop (1+2), Warm Bodies, etc. I also really enjoy cbc dramas and comedy like Republic of Doyle and Kim's Convenience (although there has been a lot of fall out with the cancellation of the latter). And of course skit shows like 22 Minutes (or the Rick Mercer Report, rip </3) are great.

Like there's a lot of stuff I don't like but there are gems in there and it feels good to watch things that aren't cheap shots from Americans about how we talk funny or whatever.

15. a saying, joke, or hermetic meme that only people from your country will get?

a recent one that lives in my head rent free is speaking moistly although again since the americans leap on stuff like this they probably all know it now too alas. (but do they know about the song?)

16. which stereotype about your country you hate the most and which one you somewhat agree with?

Answered this one prior but I can probably come up with another.

Here's one: we are not all in love with Justin Trudeau but it's like playing russian roulette trying to talk about how much you hate him with someone opposite on the political spectrum without giving yourself away lmao. and again i "agree" in the sense that people who like him do so because they see the status-quo canadian-ness he represents and they ignore how status-quo canadian-ness doesn't help people and in fact continually pushes the overton window further and further into right wing populism.

why does he make such a big show of getting photographed taking a knee protesting against his own government? because he knows canadians only care about good looking surface level bullshit and will do absolutely nothing from behind the desk. i cannot Stand justin frigging trudeau and I'm embarrassed that I was ever happy he was elected.

26. does your nationality get portrayed in Hollywood/American media? what do you think about the portrayal?

yes it does and it's either portrayed as

- conveniently mythical safe haven in zombie apocalypse (wtf)

- the butt of every single dumb/polite/neighbourly joke (that comes in sweet-cute flavour and sour-lame flavour)

(unless it is a canadian actor/other person who is making a silly reference only we are going to get, that's different)

and the worst thing is we EAT IT UP EVERY TIME because its like "yaaay they remembered us!" no! Stop celebrating this like it's a representational milestone when its like the same three maple syrup hockey haha funny accent jokes.

americans despite being right next to us tend to flatten all our regional differences into a lazy and convenient stereotype just as they do with any other country - so obviously we turn that on it's head in our media please watch this clip from bcbc2

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