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duchessanon · 6 months ago

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unfortunately the Meg hashtags are real people lol. It doesn’t make sense that the bots would attack Megri to make the UK look weak Megri having a bad reputation doesn’t hurt the UK in anyway Willy and Kate tho is another story. The whole where is Kate thing was linked to foreign bots.

You may not agree with with me but I’m throwing it out there; Megri have used the same smear tactics as Baldoni in fact they used Sara Nathan yes the same one who assisted Baldini. She’s written some sus articles about Meg but she’s also got fed info from their team. We can go deeper Sara accompanied Harry to NY this year. She wrote the following:

We were with the renegade royal as he toured the Big Apple; talking about his hopes for the future and making fun of his troubled past. He also revealed how important it is for him to follow in his mother, Princess Diana’s footsteps, which always pulls at the heartstrings.

Harry hated working with the rota because he thought them unfair to him and Meg but he took Sara Nathan with him to NY someone who their fans are now saying ran a smear campaign against his wife no way super sensitive Harry wouldn’t have known any of this. Him personally picking her for his NY trip is sus but no one mentions it because the only persons who could be a victim of a smear campaign is Megri never mind what happened to Kate this year.

anyways again you won’t believe me and that’s fine but the campaign against Kate was a combination of Megri PR remember the whole thing started with their weirdo fans + foreign bots + KP struggling to deal with it all.

anyways if you doubting me see the nasty article Sara Nathan wrote on behalf of Megri earlier this year the famous line from it is Meg’s famous attention to detail. It goes on about how Meg would have been treated worse if it were her who photoshopped an image but never mentioned that Meg did and nothing happened lol. Gloating about how Meg would never be caught dead doing that because of her famous attention to detail. It was a mean nasty article and it came straight from Megri.

anyways the reason I believe these hashtags about Meg are real is because of reddit (yes that stupid site is the bane of all evil). Basically you cannot say anything bad about Meg in any of the big subs or you get banned the most famous is fauxmoi (if you don’t recognise them they were also mentioned in the complaint against baldoni) that sub is famous. This created a massive gap and loads of people wanted a place they could comment on Megri without being called racist. This caused the ever famous SaintMeghanMarkle sub to be created and boy do they hate Meg, the sub has 60,000+ members who are pretty active they famously believe Meg’s kids are fake just think Middleton pot farm levels of crazy. A lot of them are also active on twitter it’s not hard to believe they sit all day making up hash tags. I’m sure there are some bots but I think you’re severely underestimating how many haters she has and how dedicated they are.

Meg and Henri are mostly silly but they’ve been very clever to divert attention from their obvious use of PR. They just claim everyone else does it not them which is silly but people believe them.

It’s crazy to me that people don’t consider that a smear campaign was run against Kate. She went from having an operation to being beaten by Willy, dead in the back garden, discarded by Willy for Rose in weeks. She spent 2 weeks in hospital that screams serious illness but the commentary was relentless, Colbert was saying on his show that Willy was cheating on Kate with Rose like what? If that’s not a smear campaign I don’t know what is. TMZ had their photogs hiding outside Windsor the sun paid a man £250,000 for a video of Kate, 1000s of articles written on her all while she was sick. People tried to access her medical information it was Insane!

the same tactics used by baldoni was used with Kate, the use of faux moi just Reddit in general, the misinformation spread by the likes of Ellie *forgot her surname* she has direct links to Megri’s team btw she isn’t even a proper journalist, Christopher Bouzy another link to Megri’s team btw, Sara Nathan the list is longer but I CBA.

I will give Henri his props he played a masterful blinder.

No one considers Kate to have been a victim of a smear campaign.

No one suspects Henri well Megri they’re both involved.

Henri’s hate for Willy is very real anyways you must think I’m crazy there’s more stuff about their campaign but I’ve already wrote too much.

😬 I’m done now lol.

Hi bbkins, I admire ur dedication in writing this all out even though u think I won’t believe u lmao (which isn’t completely true!). Ok let me go and respond to ur points but bear in mind idk anything about this Sara woman.

Bots and Meg - I didn’t mean that I think most Meg h8rs are bots, I think I was just saying it was interesting hearing it about Amber. However I do think SOME are bots (didn’t that Bouzy guy look into it). Maybe it wasn’t a political thing, but I would not be surprised if someone used bots against her. Chuck, Willy, Andy, The Sun? I could believe any of those tbh. The hashtags are obv part of my algorithm so maybe they aren’t tweeted as much as it seems. But even when I click on them I’m always surprised that there’s so many daily after so many years of it.

Henri using Sara when she was anti Meg - I didn’t know anything about all this but interesting if true.

Megri being behind K8s PR nightmare - if I believe the royals could be behind the Megri h8, then I have to logically be able to believe the opposite! Ur right most ppl don’t see it as a smear campaign (I didn’t). I guess my question would be what was going on at that particular point in time for Megri to start one against them? Was it all about the jam business?! (Jk).

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douchebagbrainwaves · 1 year ago

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WHY

To the extent software does move onto servers, what I'm describing here is the future. Starting a startup to write mainframe software would be a much more serious undertaking than just hacking something together on your Apple II in the evenings. One technique you can use whatever languages you want. It sounds like making movies works a lot like making software.1 An essay, in the first Altair, and front panel switches, and you'd have a working computer.2 And investors, too, will be those most willing to ignore what are now considered national characters, and do it that day.3 So Hamming's exercise can be generalized to: What's the best thing you could be working on, it's easier to get yourself to work, just as Newtonian physics seems to. We always looked for new ways to add features with hardware, not just co-workers. And they know the same about spam, including the headers.4 How far will this flattening of data structures, be something that you do fairly late in the life of a program, when you try to decide what to optimize, just log into a server and see what's consuming all the CPU.5 It will often be useful to let two people edit the same document, for example, imply that you're bootstrapping the startup—that you're never going to be something you write to try to guess what's going on, as you would an email, and whatever was found on the site could be included in calculating the probability of the containing email being a spam, which I calculate as follows: let g 2 or gethash word bad 0 unless g b 5 max. One of the most egregious spam indicators.

1/b nbad min 1/g ngood min 1/g ngood min 1/b nbad min 1/b nbad min 1/g ngood min 1/b nbad where word is the token whose probability we're calculating, good and bad are the hash tables I created in the first couple generations.6 Relentlessness wins because, in the language they're using to write them.7 You can literally launch your product as three guys sitting in a living room with laptops. Jazz comes to mind—though almost any established art form would do. But I had some more honest motives as well. For example, types seem to be unusually smart, and C is a pretty low-level language. These seem to me what philosophy should look like. In a list of n things is so relaxing.8 Yes, those errands may cost you more time when you finally get around to them.9

But although some object-oriented software is reusable, what makes it hard. Languages evolve slowly because they're not going to get tagged as spam.10 Finally, here is an example of this recipe in action. Yes, those errands may cost you more time when you finally get around to them.11 It doesn't necessarily mean being self-sacrificing. Make them do more at your peril. In fact there are limits on what programmers can do.12 If some applications can be increasingly inefficient while others continue to demand all the speed the hardware can deliver, faster computers will mean that languages have to cover an ever wider range of efficiencies. When you can ask the opinions of people you don't even start working on a program it can take half an hour to load into your head, and you just have to fill it in. But it also discovered that per and FL and ff0000 are good indicators of spam.

If we can write software with fewer programmers, it saves you more than money. If you've ever watched someone use your software for the first time is constrained by convention in what they can say to you. So why worry about a few more? It's harder to say about other countries, but in distinct elements. So an otherwise innocent email that happens to include the word sex is not going to get tagged as spam.13 This is why we even hear about new languages like Perl, Python, and Ruby. The greatest weakness of the list of n things is parallel and therefore fault tolerant.14 It may be that there's no one to interrupt them yet.15 But checks instituted by governments can cripple a country's whole economy.16

It's hard to write entire programs as purely functional code, but according to one of their products, then it will probably involve connecting the desktop to servers.17 A sharp impact would make them fly apart. But when you damp oscillations, you lose the high points as well as wearing a gorilla suit in someone's booth at a trade show. And just as the greatest danger of being hard to sell to them, or the pointy-haired boss believes that all programming languages are equivalent is that it's good for morale. Back when I was about 9 or 10, my father told me I could be wrong. There may be types of work, and when you reach for the handrail it comes off in your hand. The only way to deliver software that will save users from becoming system administrators. Recursion. Or is it, rather, nonexistent?18 If real estate developers operated on a large enough scale, if they built whole towns, market forces would compel them to build towns that didn't suck.19 Not just to solve the problem of the headers, the spam probability will hinge on the url, and it won't work if more than one discovered when Christmas shopping season came around and loads rose on their server.20

If it's default dead, but we're counting on investors to save us. For example, in my current database, the word offers has a probability of.21 For many startups, VC funding has, in the OO world you hear a good deal of programming of the type that we do today. There may be room for tuning here, but as long as buying printed books was the only way to read them.22 Certainly, people who propose new checks almost never consider that the check itself has a cost. And in the film industry, though producers may second-guess directors, the director controls most of what appears on the screen. When you do this you can assume unlimited resources.

I didn't want have to look at it. What it means, I'm not proposing that all numerical calculations would actually be carried out using lists. 97% chance of being a spam. Suddenly, in a hundred years.23 The especially observant will notice that while I consider each corpus to be a good idea to save some easy tasks for moments when you would otherwise stall. If you don't know anything about business. In Javascript the example is, again, slightly longer, because Javascript retains the distinction between acceptable and maximal performance widens, it will rot your brain. And server-based software will be reusable. And although Python does have a function data type, there is an increasing call for patent reform. A probability can of course be mistaken, but there are cases where it surpasses Python conceptually.

As well as being explicit, the structure is guaranteed to be of the simplest possible type: a few main points with few to no subordinate ones, and your life will be like in a hundred years will not, except in the mail of a few sysadmins. We had general ideas about things we wanted to improve, but if he does well he'll gradually be in a hundred years. What and how should not be kept too separate. As a rule their interest is a function of growth. 99.24 It didn't shake itself free till a couple hundred years ago would be even more astonished that a package would one day be known mostly as the guy with the strange nose in a painting by Piero della Francesca. You can just abandon that one and skip to the next.

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It would have seemed an outlying data point that could be pleasure in a limited way, be forthright with investors.

In Boston the best VCs tend to have fun in college.

But Goldin and Margo think market forces in the past, and Smartleaf co-founders Mark Nitzberg and Olin Shivers at the last round just converts into stock at the mercy of circumstances in the angel round from good angels over a series A round VCs put two partners on your way up into the world of the court. When I say is being put through an internal process in their own interest. I said that a their applicants come from all over the internet. In fairness, I didn't like it if you include the prices of new means of production.

It's probably inevitable that philosophy is worth more, the effort that would scale. Indeed, it sounds like something cooked up by the high-fiber diet is to let yourself feel it mid-game. They live in a wide variety of situations.

B I'm satisfied if I could pick them, not like soccer; you don't go back and forth.

You can still see fossils of their times. And since there are no discrimination laws about starting businesses. Stir vigilantly to avoid variable capture and multiple evaluation; Hart's examples are subject to both left and right. On the face of it.

Hackers Painters, what you love. A Bayesian Approach to Filtering Junk E-Mail.

Make Wealth when I became an employer. VCs and Micro-VCs and Micro-VCs. They want to measure that turns out to be spread out geographically. Org Worrying that Y Combinator only got 38 cents on the blades may work for us, because they actually do, just their sizes.

The root of the delays and disconnects between founders and investors are induced by the National Center for Education Statistics, the median VC loses money.

But he got there by another path.

But that means is you're getting the stats for occurrences of foo in the ordinary sense. A more powerful than ever. And of course.

But they've been trained to paint from life using the same work, like speculators, that must mean you should probably be the last round of funding. An earlier version of this. Sometimes a competitor added a feature to their software that doesn't mean a great reputation and they're clearly working fast to get significant numbers of users, however.

Mayle, Peter, Why Are We Getting a Divorce? Surely it's better if everything just works. At the time it included what we do.

One advantage startups have over you could try telling him it's XML.

The fancy version of this policy may be the model for Internet clients too. Buy an old-fashioned idea. Josh Kopelman pointed out an interesting trap founders fall into in the case of journalists, someone did, once. The attitude of the 800 highest paid executives at 300 big corporations found that 16 of the edge case where something spreads rapidly but the returns may be some part you can, Jeff Byun mentions one reason not to foo but to Anywhere foo.

But scholars seem to them? I think that's because delicious/popular with groups that are only slightly richer for having these things.

This has already happened once in their early twenties compressed into the sciences, you can't even measure the degree to which the top schools are, but the idea upon have different needs from the Dutch baas, meaning a high product of number of restaurants that still require jackets for men. If you seem like a ragged comb. There are some good proposals too. An investor who merely seems like he will fund you one day have an email address you can control.

I started using it, and b I'm pathologically optimistic about people's ability to predict precisely what would happen to their companies. In the Valley has over New York is where product companies go to college somewhere with real research professors. But iTunes shows that they won't tell you who they are so much pain, it will become as big as a single project is a constant.

Give us 10 million and we'll tell you them. I encountered when we created pets.

The Old Way.

But a lot better. What, you're going to give it additional funding at a 3:59 mile as a process. The situation is analogous to the World Bank, Doing Business in 2006, http://paulgraham. But that means the startup will be big successes but who are all that matters, just that they were just getting started.

The function goes asymptotic fairly quickly, because there was a test of success. Japanese. And no, you have the. On the verge of the anti-dilution protections.

In part because Steve Jobs did for Apple when he was a kind of social engineering—e.

You leave it to them.

Thanks to Jackie McDonough, Dan Giffin, Michael Arrington, Paul Buchheit, Jeff Weiner, Patrick Collison, Trevor Blackwell, Robert Morris, Sarah Harlin, and Jessica Livingston for inviting me to speak.

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worldslatestupdates · 2 years ago

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sonic-candy · 3 years ago

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♥︎♥︎♥︎ Kawashimo and Yamanoue ♥︎♥︎♥︎

♦︎♦︎♦︎ Miri and Jetter Mars ♦︎♦︎♦︎

Oooh this was HUGE, but I finally got it done. Tumblr’s crappy search and tagging did not make it easy to find the headcanons I made a while ago, so sorry for the long wait!

Also I never finished the Anime (I know how it ends tho) and flipped through the manga. Spoilers ahoy!

Kawashimo

Sexuality Headcanon: Hard to say as he made Miri so you claim gay/bi or he wanted a kid without adoption/marriage, so you can add Ace/Demi to that possibility as well. I'll go with straight.

Gender Headcanon: Cis male

A ship I have with said character: I guess with Yamanore but we don't see them interact that often to really convince that could be a couple.

A BROTP I have with said character: Again, Yamanore.

A NOTP I have with said character: Any villain characters. Also goes without saying but no underage or (pseudo-) incest!

A random headcanon: He's created the Kokoro equivalent in this universe and installed it in Mars, so he mentally grows up and becomes more heroic.

General Opinion over said character: He seems like a Ochanomizu clone and not much of his own character IMO. While I don't hate him, I don't find him interesting.

Yamanoue

Sexuality Headcanon: Unlike Tenma who was married with a kid, there's no mention of his familyHe does have this traditional masculine-like attitude so he can be straight or in the closet. He could also be ace/demi.

Gender Headcanon: Cis male

A ship I have with said character: Kawashimo being the only person he seem to respect.

A BROTP I have with said character: Kawashimo, again. Maybe he'll get along with (better)Miri after the series ends.

A NOTP I have with said character: Any villain characters. Also goes without saying but no underage or (pseudo-) incest!

A random headcanon: Like Tenma, he’s on the Autism scale too.

Bonus: I gave him the first name of ’Okuran’. Okura is the name of an ancient Japanese poet, Yamanoue No Okura, and the Japanese name of the Okra plant that his sideburns resemble.

General Opinion over said character: If Tenma was more of a hot head and an jingoistic then you’ll get this guy. Despite that, he never abandoned Mars purposefully and even tried to hash things out with him before he was supposedly killed off but was actually captured. Him and Mars had great chemistry together and I wish he appeared in a few more episodes with him.

(Jetter) Mars

Sexuality Headcanon: He had a crush on a robot girl and an alien like girl so either straight or Bi. Gender Headcanon: Cis male

A ship I have with said character: The alien girl was cute, basically genderbent version of Bem for Astro Boy. The robot girl was a teenager so that wouldn't work out.

A BROTP I have with said character: Other than Miri and Melchi I can't say.

A NOTP I have with said character: Any villain characters. Also goes without saying but no (pseudo-) incest!

A random headcanon:

General Opinion over said character: He's basically a genderbent Uran with Astro's powers who slowly becomes a caring and more considerate hero like Astro but a bit more playful.

Miri

Sexuality Headcanon: She's pretty accepting so really It can be anything.

Gender Headcanon: Cis woman

A ship I have with said character: None, she's pretty much in the background sadly.

A BROTP I have with said character: Mars and Melchi.

A NOTP I have with said character: Any villain characters. Also goes without saying but no underage or (pseudo-) incest!

A random headcanon:

General Opinion over said character: Like most woman in Astro Boy, she gets pushed to side and never really had her chance to shine. She has the ability to fix machine by simply touching them yet that was only used in the first episode. It’s doubtful but should we ever get a Reboot (After we get an AB one but who knows when that’ll be..) I’ll love to see her a bit more fleshed out rather be the ‘Generic nice girl’.

#jetter mars #dr yamanoure #dr kawashimo #Miri kawashimo #Mars Yamanoure #jetter mars headcanons #god it toook forer #how the next time I try one of thes things will go smoother

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modx-reborn · 4 years ago

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I posted 1,269 times in 2021

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The first prefromance

Something I spoke of in a discord I'm in.

So here have Simpbur and CamGirl/Camboy reader doing a show with them after working his way into their close circle.

(Yes this plays off of the two cam asks I have gotten recently)

Also please know that real cam girls/boys aren't actually going to do this, this is purely fictional in its makeup.

SMUT UNDERCUT! MINOR DNI!

"That's it j-just like that, all the way like you should be taking me. S-shouldn't be here fucking my hand w-when I could be fucking you, such a pretty thing so good for me, but such a slut t-to let others watch you like this..."

That was the last thing he had said to you on your last private call, since then he had wormed his way further and further into your shows and even into a bit of your personal life, or well your on-screen personal life, as he had the phone number you kept aside for work, from your days as a more in-person performer.

And boy did he ever make use of the number, sending you little messages and photos whenever the thought struck him, peppering you in small doses of affection and savouring the way you called him sometimes when you skipped a stream, offering him to listen to you get off instead letting him hear when you spoke about the toy he had sent you. Sometimes even getting him to call and ask for you to listen to him, getting you to mutter things to him and work him that little bit closer to his end.

But now what you're calling for may just break your dear simp, having had all the fun you could with the silicon imitation he had made for you, that now your mind was thinking about how he would feel rather than the toy. 'S-shouldn't be here fucking my hand w-when I could be fucking you' his own words playing on repeat in your head after you close down your last stream, sending little thank yous to the top donators before moving to the call ping that was coming through.

It was him. Perfect.

"Ahh, there he is, my pretty top boy Simpbur!"

"That was quite the s-show, but what did you mean by you're w-working on something big with someone else?"

"Well, that's good that you asked my dear. You are always so good for me, sending those little messages and all those donations, I was thinking you may want to help me with the next stream..."

"Y-you want me to-"

"Mmhmm, didn't you say yourself that it should be you fucking me, or was it that you should be here in me rather than fucking your hand?"

It's easy to finish your sentence with a tilt of your head, tapping one of your fingers against your bottom lip as if you were actually trying to remember when truly you were just teasing the curly-haired boy staring at you wide-eyed through your screen.

"I. Yes. I-I mean I would love to if you want me to..."

With his agreement the rest of the call was spent hashing out the rough details and leaving him open to suggest what he wanted to do for the show, leaving him with a wink and a reminder to 'Keep it simple' before you logged out and started to pack up and clean down the space you had been working in.

There would be a few weeks between your last show and the next one, having all the platforms you used teasing the next stream with images of the silicone toy being front and centre in all the images, a tease for all your viewers but a reminder for your dear simpbur that he would be more real in your world in a few days. Even when he made up his mind on what he wanted it was still so very hard for him to not scroll back through the recorded calls and streams, take himself in hand and work through the building need.

But he managed to keep his hands off, having worked himself up even before the actual day of the stream.

When you call him, he picks up on the first ring as always chipper and shaky in the same breath as he says your stage name.

"There's my good boy! You ready for tomorrow? Your first time in the red light after all, just want to make sure you're still down and want to do this."

"I-I am. I'm good and... and ready for tomorrow."

With a laugh and a quick goodbye, you hang up, heading off to the regular place you booked for longer shows needing to set up lights and the cams now, otherwise you would likely not have time when your co-star finally made his way to you. And how right you were, the moment the time for the stream rolled around he was there at your door, hands fiddling with the bottom of his button-up, mask and beanie on as if you hadn't seen his face a million times before.

Welcoming him in is easy, but getting him to calm down just enough to have him read back what the two of you had planned took slightly longer. You had him keep his mask and beanie on, using them as a way to keep him from having his real-world life ruined from doing this one little show with you, the suggestion also seems to put some of his nerves to rest.

When the cameras do start rolling, the stream on a start-up timer for switching on to a live stage, your chat on a large screen hanging over your laptop that was actually hosting the show, messages flying past as people are lured in at the promise of a different kind of show and the tagline mentioning a guest star. When the cam starts showing the room you're seated on Simpburs lap, thighs spread wide over his with his hands holding you close while you do your intro, his masked face pressed into your shoulder as he mutters something under his breath.

Your form rocking back into him once you're were done, slipping a hand under his beanie and tangling in his curls, making him groan just loud enough that one of the many mics would be able to hear him, laughing and cooing at him as you reach down with your free hand to wrap around his cock, slowly running your fingers across the heated flesh.

"You'll be good for me won't you? So pretty and brave being here on cam with me, getting a treat that so many would die for..."

His voice falters when you shift your grip, tugging on his hair just as you start to actually move your hand to jerk him off, slipping your hand out of his hair you reach for a little remote, making the camera zoom in as you close your thighs around him, burying his cock between your thighs. Cooing at him once again as his hands are braced on your hips, using this to bounce you on him, head tilted back and panting as he fucks your thighs.

The exposed skin of his neck calling for you to leave a few marks across, a little gift for him to remember this day by, or well more than the stream recording of course, pink and purple marks blooming across his neck as he changes the pace moving you more and more until you can feel him throbbing between your thighs.

"Oh, sweet thing you're cumming already? Are my thighs that good? Can't even hold on for the main performance, or are you that eager for more that you would cum now and still keep going? Hmm, what is it, pretty boy?"

The only answer you receive is a deep groan and the warm feeling of his cum seeping from between your thighs, spreading your legs to show off the mess to your cam, letting everyone who was watching see the mess that he had made. Reading your chat gave you a wonderful idea, they wanted more and you wanted to see just how far you could push your dear simp till he broke and lived up to his wants to actually fuck you.

Flicking across the remote once again the camera angle changes, showing a side view of the bed perfect for what you were planning to do, the angle giving your audience the best show as you move off his lap and kneel on the floor. Holding his cock with one hand as you lean forward to lick a stripe up his shaft, cleaning his mess off with your mouth, taking him fully once most of him was clean looking up at him through your lashes once you have taken him into your throat.

Watching how his eyes go wide, hands shaking when they reach for your head, his eyes flicking up to the chat screen reading over some of the words telling him to fuck your face, to make you cry and drool all over him, and other wanting to be where he was, whining over text that they should have been the one there with you. The majority calling for him to do something, building a need to move in him, slowly he is moving his hips, still sensitive after having cum not moments before but the feeling of your mouth wrapped around him was spurring him on.

Before long his hips are moving properly, holding your head steady as he fucks your mouth watching how you look up at him every time he pushes into your throat, tears building and falling with how harsh some of his thrusts are, but the image just makes him groan. Throwing his head back once again as he works himself back up, trying to hold out and enjoy this feeling for a little while longer, only you had other plans pulling away panting as you take in the way he looks.

Flicking your hands cross the remote once again to switch cameras for the final time settling on one that would let your audience watch how good your dear simp was for you, let them watch how full he makes you feel and how pretty he looks when he cums, when he finally gets what he wanted.

"You ready pretty boy, ready to finally get what you want? What you told me about on all your calls? Take you all the way like I should be taking you?"

"P-please, fuck just please le-let me fuck you..."

In his rush to reach for you, his beanie had come off, brown curls falling out in a mess that you tried to cover again only to have your hands smacked away in favour of him pulling you up onto the bed with him. Throwing your thighs over his own reaching for the bottle of lube you had left waiting to be used, coating his fingers before pressing them into you working you open with one hand as the other is pressed to your shoulder keeping you from moving away from his probing fingers.

"G-God look at you, do-don't even need to work my way up to two fingers, already so r-ready for them... Ready for me."

To quick are his fingers gone replaced by the head of his cock, easing his way in as he moans, hands grabbing your hips to steady himself as he finally gets to feel what it's like to be buried in you just like his toy replica had been so many times before. There is little time between him being fully hilted in you and him starting to move, his hands moving from your hips to under your thighs ignoring the sticky cum still staining them, pushing them back and using the new angle to fuck into you as hard as he liked.

Wanting to have you drooling into the mattress and calling his name, making you remember him and him alone so that if you ever did another show like this, it would be his number you called. That if he did this good enough, fucked you good enough that it wouldn't be on camera the next time he got to fuck you, it would be at your home in your bed, him calling your real name not this stage name you work under.

He comes back from his thoughts when your voice cuts through them, high pitched and whining for him to let you cum, for him to keep going to let you have what you had given him earlier, to feel him cum in you this time.

"F-fuck you w-want me to cum in you? P-paint your inside with me..."

The chat if either of you could see it was still it was running a mile a minute, calling for him to do it, to cum and let them see how it will drip out of you. Others call for him to deny you, keep you begging for your release while he took his own, but neither of you could see those words and so your ends draw near.

"T-that's it, god feels so. So good around me, j-just like I thought you would..."

The rough pace he set becomes almost brutal when he cums, there will be bruises in the shape of his hands come the next few days but that thought paired with the sight of your dear simp losing himself in you was what tipped you over.

The end of the stream was much like the beginning, albeit with a mess of brown curls keeping the camera from seeing how the mask had been pulled down and soft kisses were being placed along your shoulders, the moment you had given the final thanks and turned off all the gear the hands that were wrapped around your waist were pulling you back onto the bed, keeping you as close as possible.

After all the pressure of performing for people falls away, it's easy to give comfort to the man curled around you, wanting him to be comfortable with what you had just done. Once again tangling your hands in his hair only this time to give comfort rather than tease, cooing soft praise until the grip around you eases slightly.

"You did so well, such a good boy for me..."

266 notes • Posted 2021-09-05 13:55:54 GMT

it is imperative that you in particular know this but i want to peg the __bur variations *so fuckin badly* like pogtopia era, revivebur, simpbur (MAYBE editor idk abt him yet), you name it i wanna see them come absolutely undone on a strap. do you understand my plight here

I understand I do I really do. So here...

Pogtopia was a quiet place almost always silent as people came and went, working, prepping, moving to and fro but not tonight. No, tonight the ravines upper levels were to be avoided as you and wilbur were sharing a more intimate moment, or well as intimate as one can call being 6 inches of strap deep in the former president as he calls your name into the air of his room.

Endless begs and calls for more a constant stream that had people keeping away from the stairs leading to the room, there would be rest the next day, a day of calm and recovery as you were intending to leave the rebel man broken and milked dry as you fucked him into his bed.

"Please! please, please! More, need more, anything just more, please! I Will do anything just don't stop, fuck me please!"

He's innocent and forgetful, he's tangling his fingers in your sheets as you hold his hips still, slowly rocking your hips into him, making sure to have him feel every inch of your strap as you work him further and further into bliss. The sight of the ghost of the former president below you as he cries your name and reaches for you as you burry your strap to the hilt in him, leaning down to press kisses to his face.

Cooing and shushing him as he whines for you to keep going, wanting nothing more than for you to keep making him feel good as you work him up, a mix of kisses, your hips rocking into him, and the slow pumps of your hand around his cock as he cries your name, cum dribbling over your fingers as he cums.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you. Need more please, need to cum, so please, please don't stop!"

He was such a little creep what did he expect? Getting caught on your bed once again, his hand wrapped around his own cock as he rode your peg, having taken the toy out of its harness to get himself off while you were out, but now you had come home early and caught him in the act and had a plan to get him to simply come to you the next time the disgusting little man decided he needed you but wouldn't ask you for help.

Having pushed him face down into the bed, pulling the toy from him and placing it back in your harness, strapped and ready as you kept him in place, slipping back into him and immediately snapping your hips into his ass. Fucking him like he had tried to fuck himself, one of your hands tangled in his hair as you pull his head out of the pillow he was burying it in, hissing at him and directing him to keep touching himself and to repeat after you when prompted.

"I-I'm a desperate lit-little whore who could wait for you to come home before touching themselves, PLEASE, I-I won't do it again but please don't stop. I'm a-a nasty little creep who-who can't keep his hands to himself but pleeease don't stop..."

284 notes • Posted 2021-11-06 17:03:14 GMT

MXAD MASTERLIST!

All of my pieces so far! Only after linking them all do I see how much I have written!

Dream:

- Dream Brainrot

- A wild ride

Eret:

- Pretty in Pink

- Silk ties to bind

- A Public Display pt.2

Simpbur:

- Something like love

- A creep even when you sleep

- it was only a kiss

- It’s all too loud

- A Face Full

- Breaking it in

- Just a matter of time

- How could you think to leave

- The first performance

Ghostbur:

- A ghostbur thought

- We call it limbo

- Call it worship

- Haunting you

- A public Display pt1

- A public Display pt2

- Read it back

- Keeping it hidden

Wilbur:

- A good morning

- Back again

- A Sight to Remember

- A plaything

Technoblade:

- Techno Brainrot

- Suspension is simple

- A taste of Rye

- Calm Waters

- A Spring Affair

- A kingdom of Blood and Chains pt.1

DreamXD:

- It’s something divine

- It doesn't feel like falling

Awesamdude:

- Always on call pt1

- Break him down

- A Lesson in country fun

Philza:

- it doesn't feel like falling

- A kingdom of Blood and Chains pt.1

Gerorgenotfound:

- On my knees

- Meet me at our spot

Sapnap:

- One Hell Of a Throne

303 notes • Posted 2021-08-17 08:07:00 GMT

A spring affair

Bunny techno goes brrrr.

That is all.

SMUT UNDERCUT! MINORS DNI!

Spring had set in and the warren was being expanded, your hulking bunny hybrid partner was insistent on having at least two more rooms in the home before the winter snows fully melted and the flowers started to bloom once again. The living room was filled with the sounds of thumping and scratching, dirt and clay being packed into rounded walls that are braced with curved spruce, overall a lovely look if not for the grimy pink-haired male that came tramping out of a too-small hole.

He was at least six-five and the hole he had just wriggled his way out of was half that, but the size didn't matter as his ears twitched as he caught sight of you drapped across his couch. Shirt half pushed up your stomach as you dozed lightly, waiting for him to finish so you could steal a little bit of his time, having fallen asleep during the wait and so you don't notice as the once empty room was swiftly filled with blankets and pillows. You stir slightly as he works to move you through the small doorway, freezing as you look up at him with gentle eyes, sighing your name as he settles you down.

When he stands there is a good few inches between him and the curving roof, clothes being tugged off and thrown across the room as he settles in beside you, burying his head into the crook of your neck. Ears flicking about before he speaks, "It's spring, isn't it? Snows going to melt and we will have flowers on the roof again... It'll be nice, but you know it will also be-"

"Tech. Shut up and sleep please, before you start expanding the warren again to build another carrot farm..."

"Sure, Darlin' sure..."

There is no way to tell just how much time had passed as the two of you layed cuddled up in the darkroom, the lack of windows giving the feeling of midnight even if you had only arrived at the warren at about midday. Not that you minded, laying across his chest enjoying the feeling of his chest rising and falling as you drift off back to sleep.

As you sleep he wakes, it's in his blood to know when winter gives way to spring, sure he was able to fuck and breed every day of the year but something spoke about spring, about the perfect time to start really getting into how good you looked under him, a tangle of pleasure and limbs. The felling of your form sprawled across his chest gives him room to work, the arms wrapped around your waist moving slowly, slipping under the fabric of your clothes, fingers shaking at how slowly he must move, keeping you resting as he works his way to the join of thigh and hip

Teasing the soft skin till he hears the whines, soft things that come with small movements, little jerks and rolls of your hips. Gods he could almost smell how you were getting worked up, but for now, he would try to keep away from waking you, content to listen to the quiet versions of your pleasure.

Waking again you find yourself somewhere only slightly different to where you had been before, no longer held to Techno's chest but sprawled out beneath him the feeling of his soft ears brushing against your thighs follows the warm feeling of his mouth kissing up the plush skin. Red eyes peeking up from a tangled mess of pink hair, catching the lidded stare you cast down at him as he lays a final kiss to the cloth covering your sex, huffing out a breath before tucking his hands under your hips and flipping you over.

"You know how good you sound? Even when you sleep you sound so good under my hands, whining and making me more and more aware of the season..."

It clicks in your head as he presses in close, rutting his cock against your ass as he grumbles out more words, voice deep with sleep and lust as he positions you as he needs. Strong hands quick to simply pull down what had been keeping him from sinking his cock into you, sucking in a hissed breath as he see just how worked up you had become from his touch.

"Look so good like this... Will look even better dripping my cum but for now, I'm going to enjoy how you feel. Plenty of time later to fill you back up."

You are well and truly awake now, long fingers slipping easily in and out of you, working to stretch you open and have you ready, all too aware of what would happen had he not been in the mind to do so.

Whining his name and hands scrabbling behind you as he pulls away, the need for his touch to return being quelled as you feel one of his hands spread you open, the blunt head of his cock sliding against you for a few moments before he begins to press in. The hand not holding his cock steady is quick to tangle in your hair, pressing you face-first into the pillows, groaning from deep in his chest as he watches how you take him.

"Just like that, so good for me, gonna keep you fucked and full all spring. Watch you try to keep it all in, and you will? Won't you? Keep all my cum right where I left it, where it should be..."

It's now clear why this new bed is simply a mess on the floor rather than a wooden thing, with how harshly he was driving his hips into you, any other base would have snapped, creaked or rattled its way out of shape by now. Even your white-knuckled grip on the sheets below you can barely hold you still as Techno fucks into you, a steady rhythm becoming more and more feral as he begins to give in to his more hybrid traits.

Spring would be long, and these nights with Techno would be longer, as you felt him pull your hips back into him grunting as he filled you, only stopping for a moment before you feel him start to move once again. He was eager to keep his promise of keeping you fucked and full, but when he moves to pull you up, pressing your back to his chest as he makes you bounce on his cock, you find you are fine with that.

The crow father and the little inchling will just have to steer clear of the warren for the next few months, is all...

334 notes • Posted 2021-11-18 17:07:50 GMT

Getting turned on by Simpburs morning voice and him taking full advantage of that, even if he’s incredibly sleepy

Mmmm yes. I think yes.

The night was cold and the morning much the same, so when you wake a mess of tangled limbs with Simpbur pressed close, his head tucked under your chin breath warm against your skin, his hands loosely pressed against your back. It was a feeling of comfort that followed the small movements of him waking up, eyes blinking slowly barely open when they look up at you, his smile soft and his voice...

To call it rough or gravelly would be lacking in description, it was something othering, unlike any of the voices you have heard from him before. Hearing him grumble out a 'good morning' made it all the more clear how good he sounded like this, barely awake and already making your head swim like it had the night before when he had been panting in your ear.

Being as tangled as the two of you were the way your hands twitched as he spoke was not missed, his laugh was soft but delicious as he seemed to slowly make the connection of the small action and what had been happening.

"Mmm what wrong pretty thing? Do I-I sound that good? Barely awake and barely speaking but your twitchy, I can feel that. Each time you move when I speak..."

His words are followed by a small whine of assent from you, his hands shifting from a loose hold to a more secure grip pulling you closer and pressing small light kisses against your neck, making you tilt your head back as he nips at the skin. Adding small marks amongst the others that had been left from the night before, his hands slowly drifting down, shifting their grip from your waist to your ass.

Using the tangle of your limbs and the way his sleep ridden voice affects you to change your position, slowly rolling over to press one of his thighs between your own, rocking you down onto him. Watching and talking as he does, living for how you slowly shake in the wake of his touch and his teasing words.

"Who knew that all this time I could have just come to you like this, barely awake and grumbling and you would have fallen into my arms. Could have skipped all the work and had you all for myself so much sooner, but that's okay... Your mine now."

338 notes • Posted 2021-09-13 10:50:55 GMT

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Beta, Theta, and Me Chapter 10: Territorial

Chapters: 10/?

Fandom: Thor (Movies), Avengers (Movies) Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Relationships: Loki x Reader (But not right now),Drug Use

Characters: Loki(Marvel) Additional Tags: A/B/O, Sorta, More Of An Exploration Of Life And Self Expression Within An A/B/O Framework, Loki Does What He Wants, But Loki Does Not Actually Do What He Wants, Antagonistic Bosses, Loki Has A Throne Now, But It’s Not What He Wanted

Summary: You learn the reality of not being alone in the universe

You hunkered down in your soft, fold-out futon couch, shaken by what you now knew.

They were invaders. Loki, Thor, all the Asgardians, an invading force.

But they weren't invading this planet.

You didn't think you'd ever forget the blazing triumph in Loki's eyes, as he explained the plan. He might as well explain it to you. There was nothing you could do about it. There was nothing you would do about it. And Loki knew it.

Rain slammed into the glass like stones, flung by screaming wind. It had been pouring all day, even before you'd served Loki his breakfast.

“Did someone piss off your brother or what?” you joked. Loki swiftly grasped your hand before you could crush his pill for the morning.

“Yes, and I would have my mind clear when he comes to visit. I will bear the pain until afterwards.”

Thunder cracked the personable atmosphere of breakfast.

“You should retire to your rooms for a while.” Loki said. So you gathered up what was left of your meal and returned to your apartment. You had a nice little table in front of a window, where you sat with your orange juice and pancakes, watching the sheeting rain.

The sound of the Bifrost roared down louder than the rain. Thor had come by to discuss things with Loki several times now, you hiding out in your room each time. You weren't sure why you were never allowed to be seen-perhaps servants in Asgard were supposed to be invisible or something. Or perhaps Loki wasn't actually supposed to have you. Oh well, it wouldn't be the first time you were living somewhere illegally.

The two of them talked very loudly, almost shouting, but it didn't sound like a fight. It sounded more like enthusiasm, rising and falling, the foreign words and unfamiliar cadence. Thor stayed for several hours, keeping up their lively discussion, but you didn't once hear either of them laugh. Whatever their enthusiasm was about, it probably wasn't a cheerful thing.

You relaxed in your apartment, reading a battered old book while they hashed out whatever they were working on, making yourself a light lunch while the rain weakened and petered out. The Bifrost roared again, just as the sun struggled out of the clouds.

Not long after, you heard Loki calling for you, always as if he were right beside you. He was waiting at the table when you exited back out into his miniature kingdom, eyes bright with the exercise of thought. He waited patiently while you prepared fresh tea for him, and mixed it with his medicine, drinking it without complaint. Thor's Alpha scent hung around the place, somehow harsher than Loki's. You were tempted to dampen it with a scented spray, but you knew Loki didn't like them. 'Stinking, chemical concoctions' he called them.

You did chores around the penthouse, as he went over the contents of a notebook. You knew his medicine was taking effect when he suddenly started talking.

“How do you feel about this building?” he asked abruptly, shoving the notebook at you.

“How do I feel about it? Uh, well, let me see.” You took the notebook, full of runes and sketches. The sketch of the house Loki indicated appeared to you like a man-made hill, a cluster of little domes around a large dome, with no windows but several doors. It had a vintage science fiction kind of look, as if someone had designed a Hobbit hole for the far future.

“It's cute.” you said. “Looks like some kind of earth house?”

“Not quite.” he said, smug amusement coloring his voice. “Would you live in such a house?”

“Sure, I'd live in any kind of house. A house is a house, and I'm never gonna be picky about that. I do wonder about the inside lighting, since there's no windows.” “Oh, it would be lit by magic. Magic light it so easy to make that many forms of magic create light as a by-product! It would be bright as day on the inside. There could be no windows, because the structure would be partially underground, and the outside walls would be about nine feet thick.”

“Wow. I knew earthworks need thick walls, but that seems like kind of a lot.”

“But would you still live in such a home?”

“Well yeah. Still a house, after all. Look, I know you're high as a kite right now, but this is about something, isn't it? Is it what Thor was here to talk about?” “Insolent thing. I'm not that high. Am I? No, of course not. But yes, this is about our meeting this morning. Twice has my brother come bearing distressing news about the future of Asgard, and this time, we began planning. These houses are a part of it.”

“Is something wrong with Asgard? Are you guys gonna be okay?”

“Oh yes, we will be fine. I foresaw something like this happening, and my brother's pride is sorely bruised, but our people are in no danger. You see, the government of Canada set aside some land for Asgard to settle upon-a handful of islands off the coast of the larger island of Nova Scotia. This seemed quite generous at first, and quite in line with the kindliness that country is famed for. I could have told Thor that it would prove somehow false. If not humanity itself, then the governing bodies of humanity certainly are the least trustworthy things in this whole great galaxy.”

“What did they do?” you asked. “Are they trying to bilk you? Make you pay for it all? Force you into debt?”

“No, no. They gave us the land so that the native peoples they stole it from could never get it back. Settler's laws, or some such.”

“That's awful!” The disillusionment led straight to disgust, and no small amount of disappointment. Because Canada did seem so nice, and maybe it was just a form of American wish fulfillment to believe that Canada was somehow 'better' than the States. But realistically, both countries had been formed in the same way: European settlers sweeping from one coast to the other. And the only way it seemed that they knew how to do that was to smash their way through whoever was between the Here, and the There.

“Indeed.” Loki sneered. “Thor is enraged at the sheer ingratitude. Many times he has been involved in the protection of your backwater globe, and these fools seek to use him as a pawn. I may occasionally want to stab his face off, but he is still a god, and we are all of us above the petty greed and power games that humans play against one another.”

“What are you going to do?”

“It's very simple. We are going to secure the land, build a legal cage so tight that it cannot be taken away, make it ours completely, and without question. Then, when we have gathered the necessary supplies, we will turn the land over to the people it was stolen from, and Asgard will leave. We will invite them to live among us in the interim, and likely leave a small garrison behind to guard against Canadian invasion.”

“Ha!” you burst out. “Good! Fuck those guys! But where is Asgard going to go then? I can't think of anyplace that isn't already full of people. Except maybe Antarctica? It'd be pretty hard to live there though.”

“Asgard has the technology to make practically any rock a paradise.” Loki bragged. “But we will not be moving to Antarctica, no. We will not remain on Earth. No, Earth had it's chance, and chose betrayal. We will be moving to the planet you call Mars.”

“What? Mars? Like Mars, Mars?” you sat, shocked, the notebook in your lap. “You can't just...”

Loki silenced you with a thin, smug smile.

“Whyever not?” he asked. “Who lives there? What lives there? Nothing, and no one. We would not be pushing anybody out of their homelands, nor posing a danger to any ecosystem. There is nothing there but remote controlled toys. No one has claim over it. I know there is at least one fool who fancies himself a genius, and has convinced many that he owns the place, but how is he going to get there? In one of his constantly exploding vehicles? No, Earth has no power over Mars, and soon it will be ours. We are the ones who can make it a livable land. Humans simply don't have the technology or experience. Can you harness Bifrost energy to get the core and mantle moving again, to create a magnetic field? You do not. Can you live safely on the surface for long enough to get anything done? You cannot. In fact, for humans to be safe on Mars, you would have to hide behind around nine feet of Martian soil.”

“Nine-like the house? That design is for a Mars house?”

“Clever thing. Yes, it is for a Mars house. Part of a community partially above and partially below ground, connected by buried roadways. A city adapted to the planets unique characteristics. We will alter the landscape, reignite the magnetic field, cleanse the soil of radiation, perhaps use that as a secondary energy source for a while. The planet is rich in water: this whole system is so rich in resources that it would absolutely be under attack at all times if more people knew about it.

But you have us now. We know how to render empty planets useful. Once we have made Mars into our new Asgard, we will turn our eyes to the great potential of the one you call Venus.”

“You're gonna take Venus too?” you exclaimed.

“Take? Again, who owns it? No one. There is no one to take it from. Imagine thinking that just because you see something, just because you name it, that somehow means you own it. No one lives there, and there are no habitats to destroy, so why does this offend you so?”

You couldn't really answer. Everything he had said was true. And yet, you still somehow felt a sort of proprietary nebulous collective ownership over the planetary system that was your species only home.

“Do you feel entitled to the asteroids as well? The comets? The moons and atmospheres of the giant planets? The very dust of the stellar cloud? Your species once shared this backwater world with multiple other human species, but now that you are the only ones left, you've forgotten how to share with anyone.”

“Is it sharing? You can travel around better than we can. Will there be anything left by the time we're able to travel like you?”

He chuckled, the condescension like a thick layer of butter over bread.

“Oh, I understand now. You're so used to the overarching greed and cruelty of your own people, that you can't imagine that we could be any different. We aren't going to lock you little humans away from Mars, or Venus, or any other place. Indeed, why do you think we've been studying how thick a wall is needed for human safety on Mars? It is all but certain that humans and Asgardians will live side by side throughout this star system. You will join us sooner or later. It is inevitable. The instant the perceived challenge is issued, your desiccated space programs will flare back to life. You humans are incredibly competitive, though in a different way than Asgardians. We are more individual, but you drift towards teams. It will be interesting to see how the competition plays out.”

“You're looking forward to this?” you asked.

“I am counting on it.” he said. “Now, do you think that house would be big enough for you? It will be roughly three times the size of your current apartment, and partially underground. Would that bother you? Would you need more space?”

The notebook slipped to the floor. “You can't mean...” you whispered.

“Give it some thought. It won't be for a while yet, but I'm pretty sure it will be within your lifetime. Would you like to be the first human on Mars? Beat that so-called genius to the red planet? See us kickstart the world?”

It was a fantastic dream. Impossible. Completely impossible. But could you? “I-I don't know...”

“Think on it. But for now, I think this medicine is making me weary. I am losing track of time and thought. Take me to the window, and sit with me there.”

You did, making yourself comfortable on your special cushion, as he rambled about Asgardian building techniques, methods of energy storage, and how to contain oxygen in their hypothetical underground cities while working on building a sustainable atmosphere. He talked about Mars as if it were no more than a challenge, explaining all the resources that made the planet such a likely candidate for the transformation process. How they could alter the thin atmosphere with Thor's power to create ozone, split molecules to create oxygen, how to decontaminate irradiated soil, and even enrich it with naturally occurring resources. You didn't understand much of it, but the gist was that they had done this before, and only lacked the resources to build the tools they needed. As soon as they had that, there were no limits. According to Loki, it could all be done very fast.

And he was very fixated on the idea of you coming with him, seemed to have a very romanticized view of the human drive to explore. In some ways, he wasn't wrong. The thought of being the first human to travel to the red planet, to walk on its surface, to live there-it was thrilling. It was a dream humankind had harbored for a long time.

On the other hand, as far as you understood, Mars was kind of a shithole.

Yes, Loki claimed that his people could change that, prattling on about groves, and grasslands, and even tropics. He was also high. He could just as easily be talking nonsense.

Atmosphere notwithstanding, Mars was farther from the sun than Earth was. Wouldn't it always be colder? You could envision, after a lot of work and change, the planet hosting the kinds of things that grew in Siberia maybe. Lichens and short, scrubby grasses, possibly even conifers. Maybe seaweed, in the great seas and lakes he described the icecaps filling up.

But delicate tropical flowers, and big, soft fruits, and plants that needed three hundred days of strong sun and sweltering temperatures to thrive? No way. Better to leave the jungles to Venus.

Which was apparently part of the plan. The thinning of the atmosphere of Venus, would contribute to the thickening of the atmosphere of Mars. It involved even more technobabble that you couldn't grasp, but Loki was very sure about the viability of transferring resources throughout the solar system. From atmosphere, to water, to metals, to trace elements, Asgardians apparently knew how to do it all. It almost made you believe it.

Loki babbled like a bird all through dinner and the evening, and you were almost glad to be sent off the warm his bed. Your brain was exhausted, but he was as energetic as ever.

Stripped of your uniform, you snuggled into his luxurious bed, still trying to resolve the image of Loki-lover of opulent baths, rich clothing, and indulgent bedding-with that of an excited, daring, and rough living pioneer. You drifted off to a daydream of him, in a pith helmet and beige jodhpurs, standing majestically in a jeep that kicked up the Martian dust behind it...

******

...And awoke to Loki sniffing your hair.

He was pressed all alongside you, snuggled up with an arm thrown over your waist. And he was sniffing your hair.

He must have noticed a change in your breathing or physical pliancy, because he withdrew his arm immediately.

“Ah.” he whispered. “The jig is up, as they say.”

You scooted quickly away from him.

“What the hell do you think you're doing?” you demanded.

“Forgive me.” he said, yawning. “You just seemed so peaceful. I thought it a shame to wake you.”

“Did you turn off my alarm?”

He had the grace to look mildly ashamed.

“That...might have happened.”

“And there was nothing you could do but try to cop a feel?”

“I prefer to think of it as a friendly cuddle.”

“Well don't! Don't think you can just do whatever you want with me!”

“I shan't, I promise. As your master, I promise, I will not again overstep the bounds of our agreement. As my servant, I ask your trust.”

“...Maybe tomorrow.”

Face burning fiercely, you exited the bed, and hurried for the door. Your clothing was on the other side of the bed-the other side of Loki. In the dark, he might or might not getting a good look at your underwear clad rear, depending on how well Asgardians could see in the dark, so you booked it out of his room, across the hall, and into yours before he could say anything.

You threw yourself onto your futon, huddled down in your nice new blankets, and shivered. Your trust? He asked for your trust? He asked you to leave everything you knew, your whole world, to walk the distant sands of Mars? Something you couldn't even safely do until the planet had been transformed? He dared to lure you into a false sense of security in his sweet-smelling bed, and then ask for your trust? How much of your life were you willing to give?

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scripttorture · 5 years ago

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1/? I have a character who has been caught up in a war between planets ever since he was a child. He was out into hiding from the age of 10 to 16, before watching his younger brother killed by the person prosecuting them and elder sister sell her planet (she's heir basically) to save his life and swore herself loyal to the person to save herself.

2/? (She isn't loyal, but she'd be killed otherwise.) The character is then sent to grow up on a different planet, with his mother who figureheads a resistance against the people who took the characters sister and killed his brother. That's basic backstory continuing the character eventually gets captured again, and it taken to a prison. The character is tortured in the prison bc he killed several very important people and cut off the hands of another. 3/? Its seen (by the torturers i suppose, or at least the woman ordering them to do so) as rightful punishment. I havnt quite hashed out exactly what the torture is other than he definitely by the end has rather severe nerve damage in his hands from the shackles and chronic pain/weakness in one of his legs from something or another. Anyway the characters sister was put in charge of this prison, 4/5 and has no choice but to stand by and watch as the character is tortured. She does her best to make sure he isn't killed and the character knows she has no choice but to let them hurt her bc she is just as much of a prisoner as him, albeit in an entirely seperate way. She could stop the torture, and she could get him out, but she would be killed for it and he knows it. Im just wondering if he would blame her, 5/5 because she is in charge and could stop it. But she would be killed and it would likely end with them both dead. She cares for him when she can which isn't often bc she isn't exactly allowed too. Would he blame her I suppose? She has never hurt him, but lets it happen.

Alright I understand what you’re going for here.

It’s not the kind of situation that’s common enough for there to be systematic studies. Most of the time torturers and their victims don’t have a close relationship. It’s much more common to find cases where they were strangers or acquaintances prior to torture then close family or friends.

This doesn’t make this a bad idea. It just means that there aren’t definitive answers. I’m working from a handful of anecdotes and extrapolating from other things.

Even if this was a more common situation I don’t think you’d find many definite answers because individual variation would probably play a huge role.

Torture changes things for survivors in a lot of unpredictable ways. While we know the possible symptoms what any individual ends up experiencing is unpredictable. And how well people cope with mental health problems, and how that in turn impacts their relationships is dependant on the person. Someone’s personal experience, friends, support network, work, general knowledge and a host of other things can effect these sorts of outcomes.

Having that person also be tangentially involved in the survivor’s torture complicates things even further.

What I’m trying to say is that there are a lot of plausible outcomes here and I think that makes this a writing question rather then a realism question. So the real focus is: what works best with the character?

Blame is definitely possible in the scenario you’ve created but it doesn’t have to be straight-forward or simple.

For instance the character might blame her while knowing logically that there’s nothing else she could do without putting both of them in more danger. And that could make him feel conflicted about blaming her, possibly feeding into self-blame as well. He could openly blame her, or he could hide his feelings for a variety of reasons.

He might feel angry, that she’s ‘safer’ or that she can’t protect him. Or just because she ‘stands by’ and watches him at his worst. He might even come to hate her.

But it’s also possible that he wouldn’t associate her with the torturers or guards and would view her more as a fellow (though perhaps favoured) prisoner. He might pity her. He might feel sympathetic towards her plight.

He could plausibly have no strong feelings towards her at all.

Whatever emotional response you think is best it’s important to tie it to what’s come before in the story.

However you look at things he’s been away from his sister for a long time. It’s not clear to me how much time they spent together growing up (they could have been apart since he was 10 from the sounds of things).

If they spent a lot of their childhood apart they may not have a close relationship to begin with. I don’t think that would make a particular response more likely but it could mean he has a less intense response to her presence generally. If they weren’t close before then he might not feel her presence is particular significant.

If they were close then I think it’s a good idea to look back over the story. Read their interactions again and try to get a clear picture in your mind of what their relationship was before.

Whatever happens you’re writing the process of how that relationship changes. And it’s really helpful to have a clear idea of where you’re starting from first. I personally find it helpful to have a clear idea of where I want to end up as well but some people prefer a more exploratory style where they find out where the characters end up as they write.

It doesn’t matter which approach works better for you, what matters is that the intervening steps, the process of the relationship changing, are clear and understandable to your readers. And preferably pack a heavy emotional punch as well.

So if blame is the result you want (if it isn’t use this as an example and apply the same process to the emotional response you want) think about what aspects of their relationship could feed into that.

If they had a competitive or slightly antagonistic relationship then it might feel natural for him to place some blame on her. After all it’s probably an established pattern from their relationship. If he saw her as a protector and relied on her to keep him safe then this might feel like a huge betrayal.

If they had a really loving, tender relationship then you might want to lean in to the illogical nature of the response. It might even be a good idea to have the character acknowledge (internally or verbally) that this isn’t a sensible response. And yet this does not make the feeling go away.

With a more distant relationship did he feel like she betrayed her people or her family by ‘giving up’, regardless of how desperate the situation was? Or did he (as a kid raised in the rebellion) mostly view her as a prisoner?

If he saw her as a prisoner and felt pity for her would that vanish as she stands by while he suffers? Or would it seem to confirm what he already thought; that she’s helpless, powerless.

Find some part of their previous relationship that you can tie to this new set of feelings. Or acknowledge that it’s not a sensible response and have the character deal with more complex feelings as a result.

Mostly try to resist the idea that there’s a ‘right’ response for your character to have.

Try not to suggest in the story that there is one ‘proper’ response for a survivor to have. Because they are a varied bunch. People can live through more or less the same thing and come out with very different attitudes or perspectives as well as symptoms.

The response you write should be the one that works best with your characters and the story you want to tell. Don’t feel you must use blame. Instead think about whether it adds to your story: does it create interesting character moments, obstacles for the characters or feed into the plot?

You’re the person who knows what’s best for the story and what will work best with the characters. Be open to multiple options. Take your time and think through what works best.

For the character himself it’s possible (may be likely) that he’d already have some trauma symptoms before he’s captured.

I get the impression you’ve probably already seen the Masterpost on common trauma symptoms, but here it is for the new readers. :)

For the physical injury pattern you’ve got multiple options.

I think that really severe nerve damage suggests something more then shackles. Unless something went wrong.

The easiest way to get both injuries in your character would be a suspension torture that was more common historically. Victims had their hands tied together in front of them, were hoisted anywhere between a few feet and two meters in the air and then dropped.

This causes nerve damage in both hands and could cause breaks or fractures in the legs. Either could lead to chronic pain.

Suspension without the drop would still cause nerve damage in about 15-20 minutes.

Nerve damage is less common with restraints but it is still possible. Ratcheting cuffs that can tighten are more likely to cause nerve damage, especially if they’re applied too tightly over a long period.

Other dangerous things that can happen with those sorts of restraints being too tight- Broken wrists and reduced circulation leading to painful swelling in the hands (look up ‘finger milking’ in my tags for more information).

Over longer periods (multiple hours with the cuffs tight enough to cause swelling in the hands) blood clots might form and that uh… really dangerous. Basically if large blood clots start forming in a limb due to reduced circulation then they either block the blood vessels (which kills the limb and leads to amputation) or the clot gets swept back into the body when the restraints are removed. The clot usually then lodges in the brain or the heart causing a stroke or a heart attack respectively.

I’d say suspension probably works better for your purposes.

Standing stress positions can lead to chronic pain in the legs. But it often also effects the back and usually effects both legs.

Falaka might work. It’s beating the soles of the feet with an implement. Depending on the implement it can be clean, scarring or even lethal. With a harder implement like a wooden stick it can lead to fractured or broken bones in the feet.

But even when falaka is performed in a ‘clean’ manner it can lead to chronic pain. It causes a thickening of the tendons in the soles and also causes tiny bone fragments to detach inside the feet. It’s unclear how long these bone fragments stick around but they’re detectable by MRI for a few months with the right method.

You could also just go with the idea of the leg injury being the result of a specific attack or accident. A broken knee perhaps, after a beating or a fall. Not all injuries in torture scenarios are ‘deliberate’, in the sense that they weren’t necessarily intentional. Because torturers are not as in control of the situation as they’d like people to believe.

I think I’ll leave it at that for now, but if you have any further questions don’t hesitate to come by when the askbox is open. :)

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shadowywerewolfqueen · 5 years ago

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Happy Family

Castiel blinked at the sunshine that streamed through the windows and cast the whole room in yellow light. He and Dean had forgotten to pull the curtains closed last night and now he was being roused from sleep far earlier that he had any intention of doing. He slid from the bed and padded across the floor. He grabbed handfuls of curtains and slid them along the curtain rod until the sunlight was blocked completely. His lips curved upwards slightly as the room descended into darkness.

Cas looked over his shoulder when he heard a mumbled, “Feathers.” He smiled tenderly at the hunter who was laying in bed waiting for him. He quickly slipped back into bed and pulled Dean into his arms. Cas nuzzled his nose against Dean’s before capturing the hunter’s plump lips in a warm kiss. He felt Dean smile as they kissed lazily.

“I woke up and you were gone,” Dean whispered, not able to keep the bite of fear from his voice.

Cas stroked a hand from Dean’s temple, down his cheek, and finally came to rest on his jaw. He rubbed his thumb against the skin in a soothing caress. “I was just blocking out the light. I promised I would never leave you and I meant it. My home is with you freckles.”

Dean scooted closer, throwing one of his legs over Cas’ and slinging an arm over his waist. “I know. I just get scared sometimes when I wake up and you aren’t with me. I’m sorry.”

“Dean, you never have to apologize for missing me. I’m sorry for worrying you in the first place.” Cas slotted his mouth against Dean’s and poured every ounce of love possible into the embrace.

They broke apart when there was a knock on the door. “Hey, jerk, you and Cas quit making out and get your butts downstairs for breakfast. You’re the last ones as usual,” Sam called before walking off.

The traded a few more kisses before getting out of bed and slipping on t-shirts and pajama pants. They headed downstairs hand in hand and could hear a cacophony of noise coming from the kitchen. As they walked into the kitchen, Cas wasn’t sure where to look.

Mary, John, Ellen, and Bobby were sitting at the table talking and drinking their morning coffee. Sam and Eileen were standing by the stove, multiple pans sittings on its surface to preheat. Charlie, Ash, Jo, and Jack were standing at the counter, various things strewn in front of them. Charlie had a large bowl full of eggs in front of her and was scrambling them. Ash was peeling potatoes before handing them off to Jo who was dicing them in preparation for making hash browns. Jack was cutting a large sausage roll into patties to fry up.

Suddenly, the front door slammed open and multiple female voices could be heard as they walked down the hallway. Claire and Kaia were the first to enter the kitchen, their fingers intertwined with each other. They walked straight to the coffee pot, both of them grumpy before their morning caffeine. Patience and Alex were next. They unloaded the bags they were holding, sticking the juice cartons and bacon in the fridge, and plopping a box of pancake mix on the counter. Jody and Donna were the last to enter the kitchen, each carrying a griddle. They plugged the griddles in before grabbing a bowl from the cabinet and pouring half the box of pancake mix into it.

Cas continued to watch the different activities and thought about how happy he was. He looked to the side when he felt an arm snake around his waist. “What are you thinking about feathers?” Dean asked softly, voice still thick with sleep.

“Nothing much really. I just can’t believe how content I am right now being surrounded by all of our family and friends. I never thought this was possible after all the bad decisions and stupid deals I’ve made.” He reached a hand up to trace the pad of his thumb along Dean’s mouth. “I never thought you would want me after all the bad decisions and deals. I’m thankful everyday that you fought for and never gave up on us. This is much better than spending all eternity in the black void of the Empty,” Cas said with a shudder.

Dean wrapped his lips around Cas’ thumb and smiled around the finger in his mouth. He laved at the digit with his tongue before letting it slide from his mouth. “There was no way I was going to spend eternity in Heaven without you. Besides, we managed to kill God and make Jack over there a new and better god than Chuck could ever hope to be. We deserved a happy ending together.”

Cas tilted Dean’s chin up. “That we did,” he mumbled before capturing the hunter’s lips.

It had been a few hundred years since Chuck had been vanquished and Jack had taken over as the new God. He had been hard at work trying to restore everything Chuck had destroyed and resolve the problems that had been created. Finally, his effort was paying off. The universe was entering into an era of peace the likes of which it had never known. Demons were happily residing in Hell, Heaven was once again full of angels, and humans no longer had to worry about being killed by monsters of all shapes and sizes.

To kill Chuck had taken a tremendous sacrifice but it was one that Dean, Cas, Sam, and their friends had been willing to pay. Their lives had been a small price to pay to ensure Chuck was destroyed and the world was safe once more. Thanks to Jack rewiring Heaven, they were all able to visit each other’s Heavens at their leisure. Every so often, they would all gather in Dean and Cas’ Heaven to enjoy a large family breakfast. It was an ending none of them thought they could have but one they all desperately craved. Eternity spent with friends and family, well, there were worse possibilities.

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kickingitwithkirk · 5 years ago

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Happy Coincidence Chance Discovery

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Piper, Jared Padalecki x Piper,

Characters: Dean Winchester /Jensen Ackles, mentions of Chad Michael Murray

Word Count:4367

Warnings: cursing, kissing, nudity, implied sex/genital fondling/teasing

*Jared and Jensen are single.

A/N: for @idreamofplaid Thanks for the Memories Challenge #plaid and the memories HAPPY BIRTHDAY JARED🎉

Prompt: Season 11, episode 4, Baby

A/N: Baby is my favorite episode but every time I’ve watched it I kept wondering; Sam’s hook up with Piper the waitress? So this is my fill in that blank with a Jared twist.

Divider: created by @writeyourmindaway

*No beta all mistakes are mine

Dean drives into the parking lot of a roadhouse just after dusk and Sam looks at the marquee shaking his head in disbelief.

“Are you serious? Dean, it's late, I’m exhausted and..and.. and starving. And this place. I mean, even Swayze wouldn't come to this roadhouse.” Sam groused.

“First of all, never use Swayze’s name in vain, okay. Ever.” Dean chastises his brother for such a sacrilege, “Second, you don't remember this place? You don't remember Heather, the hunter we worked the wendigo case a couple years ago?”

“Oh, yeah,” Sam partially smiles, remembering that night of fun.

“Yeah, exactly” Dean taking the same trip down memory lane.

“What, she’s here tonight?” Sam asks, perking up a bit.

“I texted her, she's working a rugaru case in Texas.” Dean says.

“Actually, she never texted me back. That's not the point, the point is that we have a ton of driving left to do just to go to a town where it's not probably a case.” Dean points ahead, “But in there, good times.”

“Uh...” Sam hedges looking at the building.

“But time heals all wounds, especially good times. What do ya say?” Dean looks at his brother hopeful.

“I say... knock yourself out.” Sam answers with his usual reply and Dean looks away, “I'm gonna find a diner and dig into the lore like Cas did, see if anythings ever happened where we’re headed.”

“Ah man, you really got to learn to have fun.” Dean’s reply was full of disappointment in his little brother.

“Seriously. It’s pathetic.”

They both climb out of the Impala. Sam grabs his bag from the backseat and starts walking back towards town as Dean heads into the roadhouse.

***

Sam had walked over a mile looking for somewhere to eat. Being Saturday night he thought there’d be more open but that’s small town living, the streets roll up at noon on the weekends.

He was about to give up and hike back to that mom & pop gas station he passed for a microwave burrito, preferably bean to get back at Dean, when he happened upon a small, local place, Mak’s Diner.

Hitching his bag up, he pushed open the door expecting the usual greasy spoon Dean's unerring sense navigates towards and stops just inside the front door.

It was an older establishment, obviously one of those passed down from generation to generation places but to his surprise it was well maintained, despite the C on the marquee being burnt out.

“Evening, have a seat anywhere and I’ll be right with you.” A woman’s voice called out from the kitchen. Sam walked past the counter smiling at only other occupants, an elderly couple having coffee and dessert, heading towards the back where family seating was located.

As he passed the next to last booth he noticed a closed laptop, several open books with notes scrawled around their margins, highlighted paragraphs and a few notebooks scattered on its tabletop.

He dropped the bag on the seat and shed his jacket before sliding into the booth, fishing out his laptop and the legal pad that he had started making more notes on earlier.

“Hey there, what can I get you?”

Picking up the menu laying by his elbow Sam glances through it, “Coffee and the Cobb salad, thanks.” He orders closing the menu and looking up to hand it to the waitress. She is differently not what he would have expected to find in a backwater burg like this one.

Her makeup is understated, nails painted a neutral color and her copper hued hair is pulled back in an elegant chiffon, not a high ponytail or hastily bobby pinned up-do, held in place with a real silver clip, the type that’s handed down as an heirloom.

“Just the Cobb salad?” She asked looking under the tabletop, taking in Sam’s long legs somewhat stretched out under it, boots bumping against the other side of the circular booth. Her blue/grey eyes slowly travel up appraising his body till they meet his.

“Big boys like you need more than a few leafy greens for stamina.”

Sam felt himself blushing like he was seventeen again. Waitresses blatantly flirt with Dean and vice versa all the time so he’s taken aback by this woman's more than blatant appraisal of his physique.

“I, um, yeah, ju..just the salad.” Sam stammers out.

“Okay, be back with that coffee.” Her smiles genuinely, not that faked for the customers sake one he’s used to.

Sam appraises her retreating figure like she did him. She’s not wearing the nurses white or black rubber soled shoes that’s usual waitress gear he’s seen but a brand of tennis shoes he knows are out of the typical income of career restaurant staff.

The fifties style, yellow uniforms color is completely unflattering, not fitting her right, way too tight around her bust and hips and far shorter than it should be, her mile long legs on display.

Sam shifts in his seat and tries to discreetly palm down his spontaneous erection but not so little Sam is putting up a fight, making it known it's been way too long since he’s gotten wet and he wants to enjoy her junoesque attributes.

***

While he is waiting for a page to load Sam hears the elderly couple preparing to leave. He watches as the husband helps his wife into her jacket and gently takes her hand, resting it in the crook of his arm as they slowly make their way to the exit, feeling the pang of loneliness that’s his constant companion.

“Mr. Reynolds’s, hang on a sec,” the waitress calls from the kitchen emerging with a white cake box tied shut, “Auntie wanted me to make sure you got this before leaving. She’s sorry she missed your anniversary party.”

“You tell her we missed her, needs to hurry up and get well.” Mrs. Reynolds remarked as her husband took the box with his free hand. She glanced back towards Sam, “Sweetie, you gonna be okay here with the likes of him?”

Sam kept his expression neutral, waiting to see how this plays out. He knew people found him intimidating because of his size and being a stranger in a small town, he definitely stands out but not many were that blatant about it.

“He ordered a Cobb salad, I think I can handle him,” she jested winking at him.

The couple bid her goodnight and she went back into the kitchen, Sam realizing they were now all alone. Sighing, he starts reading the info again trying to figure out what exactly their hunting is. Or not.

He was so focused on his research like usual he didn’t acknowledge the waitress standing there with his order.

“Kmm hmm,” Sam’s head snapped up, “must be something really good if you don’t notice the likes of me.” She chided him setting down a coffee decanter and cup.

“Sorry, guess I was kinda caught up.” Sam moves the laptop and notepad over as she sets down his salad and two types of dressing. “Figured you might not be a ranch type of guy so I grabbed the vinaigrette too.”

“Thanks, I prefer vinaigrette, don’t usually get offered it.”

“I’m pretty good at reading people which is why I also brought you this,” she set down another plate with a lettuce wrapped, curiously colored and, by the smell, not meat burger with all the fixings, a generous helping of baked sweet potato fries and a green colored milkshake.

“I didn’t order this.”

“I know but it cooks night off and I’m trying some new recipes. Seeing as you're the only other one here, you've been conscripted as my guinea pig.” She slid into the other side of his booth where an identical plate rested, “I wasn’t kidding about you needing more than just a salad. Besides, I hate eating alone, you wouldn’t believe how often it happens. Fuck, where’s my manners, I’m Piper.” She stuck her hand out across the table.

He takes her preferred hand amazed how it fits perfectly in his, “Sam.”

“So Sam, figure out what you're hunting yet?” She asked nonchalantly as she picked up her burger, “Cause, not being judgey, but that’s some really random shit you got there.” She takes a bite, watches as his expression bounces between startled and incredulous.

“How…”

“Saw your Tarsus 99 when you took off your jacket. I had one as a kid, then daddy got killed on a hunt and I got sent here to live with Auntie, she doesn’t cotton to hunting.”

Piper picked up a fry pointing it at him, “But what I really wanna know, where the hell did you get that demon blade, ‘cause I’ve never seen one like it before.”

Sam hesitates, “That’s a long story.”

“Don’t close till one and I’ve got nowhere to be after.”

Sam decides to deflect instead of answering. “So what is it you do, because you're definitely not a waitress.”

“Officially, I’m an antique appraiser. Unofficially, I’m helping a wayward hunter who graced my door with something he can’t figure out.”

***

Sam and Piper, after closing the diner, stayed another three hours hashing out the research for his case were now taking their time walking back towards the roadhouse.

“I’ve been wanting to ask, what’s with that name tag?” Sam noticed early it read Maggie.

“Came with this god awful uniform. Auntie insists that we all adhere to how her daddy ran the place. So when I came back to temporarily help out after her surgery, Maggie decided she was not gonna take orders from someone younger, quit and I got stuck with this. I told Auntie it wouldn’t fit, even with letting out the hem. Maggie was like five-four and I’m over five-ten!

Ugh! I keep popping these stupid top buttons and can’t freaking bend over without showing everyone my C U Next Tuesday.”

Sam smiled that nervous smile he got when unsure how to respond to an answer he wasn’t expecting.

“I normally wear this to cover it,” moving her pocketed hands in the light weight, knee length sweater she had put on when they left the diner, “but I have to confess,” Piper turned around, walking backwards, “I took it off when I saw you come in, thought what the hell, been long time since a really cute guy has walk through my door so...” She bit her lip, turning back around as they continued down the lane in companionable silence.

Sam mused over her confession admitting to himself he was interested in her too. He enjoyed sharing different theories and bouncing ideas of what they might be hunting back and forth with her, surprising him with her unique take on things.

Piper might not have been the type he consciously steered towards since Jess but she was comfortable to be around, didn’t feel his usual awkwardness he normally had around most women.

They arrived at the roadhouse a few minutes later and Sam led her towards the Impala.

“Damn, you brother is a fucking artist, how many times has he rebuilt her?” Piper asked walking around the car, running her hand over the Impalas pristine exterior.

“To many.” Sam replies, putting his bag on the front seat. “Can I have a look?” He turns to see Piper standing by the trunk. “Um, sure.” Strolling over he unlocks it and lifts the interior wheel well exposing the car's hidden armory.

“Is that a grenade launcher?”

“Yeah, Dean found it at the bunker.” Sam laughed remembering how excited Dean had been when he discovered it.

Piper shook her head shutting the trunk and hopped up on it, “What’cha wanna do now, go in,” gesturing at the bar, “or hang out here for a while longer?”

“I think I’m good hanging o...”

Piper grabbed his jacket dragging him between her spread legs and kissed him.

It took Sam all of five seconds to process what was happening before his hands grabbed her hips and tugged her to the edge of the trunk, her short skirt riding even higher as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.

Sam jerked back as headlights flashing over them, a patrol car drove into the parking lot. He lifted Piper off the trunk and led her to the car's back door dragging the green cooler out of their way.

Piper climbed in as he hauled it to the trunk and grabs the army blanket Dean keeps then gets in depositing it and his jacket over the front seat.

“Where were we before being rudely interrupted?” Piper asked, sliding onto Sam’s lap and leaning in to resume kissing him.

Sam tangled his long fingers into her now loose hair pulling to halt her, “What about that patrolman?”

“Won’t be back till closing, around six A.M.”

“That means Dean won’t either,” he says closing the space between them, heatedly attacking her lips.

***

Piper ran her hand over his bare chest, “How long is your refractory period?”

Sam shifted to look down at her, “umm, around twenty minutes.”

“Hmmm, I’m gonna have to see what I can do to shorten that ‘cause we are so doing that more than once again.”

“And how are you gonna do that?”

Piper stared at him slowly trailing her hand down his torso. Sam’s breath hitched as she lightly teased her fingers across his lower stomach, running through his treasure trail and over to his hip.

Shifting further down his body she continued running her fingers over the top of his left thigh feeling the hard muscles flexing under the skin. She placed both of her hands in between his legs shifting his left one off the seat and bending his right leg back placing his foot flat on the bench seat.

Piper kneels in the space between Sam’s spread legs continuously moving her fingers in random patterns over the insides of both tights, touching him everywhere below his waist.

Sam closed his eyes groaning loudly, dropping his head back against the window as her fingers played over his balls feeling her other hand travel behind them teasing over his...

“You fell asleep in the fucking car!”

His eyes snapped open startled. Blinking rapidly he sees Dean leaning through the open car window looking at him.

“Dean what...where’s Piper?”

“What’s a Piper?” He growled out, “Dude, we wrapped twenty minutes ago and I’ve been looking for you, got worried cause you weren’t answering your fucking phone Jay!”

He took a good look at Dean. His foggy brain finally realizing its mistake, taking in the headset hanging around his neck and the ball cap he likes wearing when directing. “Jen, sorry, guess I’m still in Sam headspace, got disoriented for a sec.”

Jensen laughed, “You find one grey hair and suddenly you're getting memory loss and needing naps? I’ll have to remember to have you in bed by nine, old man.”

“Your fucking hilarious Jack.” Jared shoots back sliding across the seat getting out, “Man, I had the weirdest dream.”

“From the happy noises you were making that was far from weird. And speaking of happy,” Jensen's eyebrows went up as he pointedly looked down.

Jared glances down thinking he’s drooled all over himself only to see the prominent bulge in his jeans.

“Bob’s called a meeting in five but I think we’re gonna be late.”

***

“I’m telling you it was so real! She was tall with coppery blond hair, tasted like chocolate peppermint and has this tattoo above her...” Jared paused grinning, keeping that specific location to himself, “I’ve never in my life had such a vivid dream like that.”

“Dude, you like petite brunettes.”

“I know..so why would I make her a redhead?”

“Hell if I know, it’s your giant melon. Maybe all that sugar ribbon you eat is finally getting its revenge.” Jensen snarks as they enter the meeting room.

They were greeted by Bob’s gruff voice, “About time you two showed up. Alright, now that everyone is finally here, we need to get everyone up to speed. We’re having to make changes to the filming schedule.” He pauses looking at him notes, “Jared, don’t need you to come tomorrow for those new promo shots with, what was that new character again?”

“Y/N Y/L/N, Sam’s new love interest.”

“Right, anyways, writers scraped that idea. As some of you heard, several of our exterior locations got flooded with that last storm and it’s taking time to find new locations so instead of doing blocking we're gonna do a quick read through of the new episode.”

Jared opened his copy of the new script to episode 4: Baby.

Reading the opening scene he experiences deja vu, quickly scanning the first two pages: bunkers garage: Dean washing the Impala, Sam having a possible case in Oregon. Next scene: interior shot Impala, Sam gets a protein shake out of cooler, Dean wants to know about the beer. Next scene: pulling in roadhouse parking lot, Dean trying to get Sam to join him, goes to eat instead, shot from Impala view watching Dean walking. Next scene: daybreak continuing from the view of the car...

“Fuck me.” Jared whispers, catching Jensen's attention. “What’s wrong?”

“This is how my dream started.”

Jensen pulls a yeah right face.

Jared shifted in his chair leaning closer to Jensen, looking directly into his green eyes, “I’ll prove it. Next scene: Dean gets in the car at daybreak and a naked waitress pops up in the backseat with a voice-over from Sam. Dean gets out peeping in the driver's side back window at her getting dressed. Cut to next scene: Sam climbs into front seat buttoning his flannel as he apologizes for having sex in Dean’s car. Dean, happy his brother finally got laid drives off quoting Bob Sager lyrics, playing Night Moves and Sam changing a lyric.

Jared continued to lay out the entire episode from memory as Jensen flips through the script following.

“Bullshit Jared, someone snuck you a copy of this script, you're totally fucking with me.”

“Jensen, not this time.”

***

Jared walked back to his trailer aggravated that Jensen won’t believe he didn’t get an advance peek of the script. He can’t shake this unsettling feeling that he was forgetting something important.

He was two steps into his trailer when his phone vibrated. Chad left a voicemail instead of texting, weird.

“Jay man, you gotta do me solid. A friend of mine got the part of Y/N on your show and I don’t know what the fucks happening up there but she flipped the fuck out on me! Need you to check on her, she’s outside one of the guest trailers. And have her call me back after she’s calmed the fuck down!”

Jared snorted, another woman pissed off at Chad, shocker. “The fuck you getting me into this time Murray.” Jared mutters to himself as he heads over to the guest stars trailers and hears a somewhat familiar voice outside of one.

“What do you mean there’s nothing you can do? I get here and now they're telling me they’ve dropped the story line.”

There was a pause in conversation as Jared walked closer to hear more clearly over the lot's noises and was shocked when he saw her sitting on one of the trailer's steps.

“But I signed a contract...what? I don’t remember seeing that in there. So they can just arbitrarily drop the part with no notification, that’s bullshit! I’ve never had a clause like that in one before. I gave up my job and apartment for this!” She gets up and paces around not noticing him.

“They're giving me the bit part of the waitress in this episode, have a five am call for hair, getting a blonde rinse so I look more like a Dean type girl. I don’t know what the fuck is with these writers, it’s like they don’t get Sam, should’ve left him like Kripke originally created him.” She paused, “paying me what? At scale! That’ll just cover my petrol for the drive back to L.A. Wait, what about my six month lease? Could you check on it.”

“Oh, giving me two nights at the Hilton. How magnanimous of them,” she sarcastically replies, “can I still get that part on Arrow...cast someone else.” She abruptly ends the call and sits back down on the step slumping over her knees.

“So, how much of that fucked up conversation did you overhear?” She asked not looking at him.

“Um, almost all of it.” Jared confesses, “I wasn’t intentionally eavesdropping but I got a voicemail from Chad,” she looked up staring in disbelief at Jared, “he’s worried and wanted me to check on you.”

“Fanfuckingtastic, can this day get any better? I’ve completely humiliated myself in front of Jared Fucking Padalecki!”

Jared can just make out her blushing in the still dimming light. “I wouldn’t say completely, I mean, you could drop your pants and yell Pudding.”

She blinked at him before doubling over in laughter, “Alright, point taken. Still, it’s a crock of shit you don’t need to be bothered with.”

“Chad’s kinda made it my problem. Look, I don't know all the details but maybe I can help, I can call casting..”

“Oh hell no! Thanks but no thanks. Bunch of assbutts on social media were already speculating about how someone like me got the part in the first place. Last thing I need is more ammo for the haters, they’ll tweet something like I had a three way with you and Ackles because I was desperate to get the part back.”

Jared cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair embarrassed to feel turned on by the imagery she conjured up in his mind.

“Mmm, that’d be my wet dream come true, but not the point, they’ll just come up with some random shit.”

Jared understood being all too familiar with the anti whatever’s having been the target himself.

“Okay, how about we go to my trailer,” she gave him a skeptical look, “where you can have some privacy to call Chad back. I’ll get de-Sam’d and we can talk some more or grab a bite if you're hungry.”

“You don’t know me from Adam, what if I’m some psychotic serial stocker nut job?”

“If your friends with Chad, you absofuckingloutley are Ms. what's your name.” Jared sarcastically remarks given her a mischievous grin.

“Touché, and it's Piper,” Jared froze at her name, “and you’ve been friends with Murry longer than me so I know you’re straight up batshit crazy.” She smarts back standing up, “lead on, oh gallant knight.”

***

Jared walked out of the bath toweling his wet hair sees Piper lounging on his couch still on the phone with Chad.

As he crossed over to the kitchen's fridge he couldn’t help but notice her low rise jeans had ridden lower, revealing the top half of the tattoo just above her..

“Dude, should’a told me Padalecki has a tattoo kink,” Jared tripped over his feet before catching himself embarrassed at getting caught, “Yeah, that was your boy.” She winked at him, “No way in hell I’m ever showing it to you perv.” Jared loudly laughs at that. “Hey, when I get back I’m PA’ing for you till I get another gig. Don’t you dare argue, you got me into this so it’s that or I’m on your couch for a month,” Piper rolled her eyes at Chad’s response, “Yeah, yeah, talk to you later.”

“Is that how you met Chad, working as a PA?” Jared inquired coming over to sit down next to Piper handing her a beer.

“Yeah, paid the bills while doing auditions, was starting to pick up a few bit parts around LA.” Piper starts nervously fiddling with the bottles label, “I heard about the casting call for a new Sam girl and Murry talked me into trying out for it, so I figured unless I kiss Crowley I don’t have a shot in hell and holy fuck, I got it.”

She stopped talking but kept playing with the label.

“Hey, whatever it is you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” Jared says gently touching her shoulder in a reassuring manner.

She took a long pull of her beer before continuing. “My Auntie died and I inherited everything, including her debts. I negotiated a smaller settlement but it wiped out all my savings.” She paused draining the rest of her bottle. “I figured it was serendipity..”

Jared is half listening, feeling that uneasy sensation again at that last word.

“...gonna be Sam Winchester’s...”

“If we’re meant to meet again,”

“.. weren’t killing her off after three episodes but then they decided to drop that story line...”

“we will.”

“...I should be going. Thanks for the beer and letting bending your ear, I’m gonna get out of your hair.” Piper gets up heading for the door.

Jared finally remembers.

“I believe in serendipity..maybe you can too.”

He quickly jumped up moving between her and the door blurting out, “I know you said you didn’t want my help but you can’t go, not yet.”

“Okay, why not? ‘Cause any other time I’d be up for some wham bam thank you ma’am but so not in the mood right now.”

Taking a deep breath he goes for it, “So, get this, after we finished filming today, I fell asleep in the Impala and had this dream…”

***

Jared sat on the couch nervously chewing on his thumb watching as Piper paces back and forth mulling over his story.

She abruptly stopped and sat down on the table in front of him. “So here's the deal, I will believe everything you've told me,” Jared opens his mouth to say something but Piper reached out laying her fingers on his lips, “if you can answer one question.”

Jared took her hand remembering how it felt so right in his, “Okay.”

“Since you’ve seen it in your dream, what does my tattoo mean?”

“In Japanese, it means happy coincidence,” Jared confidently says sitting back as Piper climbs onto his lap, “but that's the first line, the second one is chance discovery.”

Jared pulls her in, brushing his lips against hers, running his tongue across them so she’ll part them , allowing him access. He can taste the beer they’ve been drinking but there’s that sumptuous flavor of her underneath he finds intoxicating..chocolate peppermint..thinking to himself..

Serendipity.

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recipe-for-thomathy · 5 years ago

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Across The Border

Warning/s: implied sexual innuendo.

Author's Note: too lazy to add all the links lol, so if you haven't read the previous parts, just head on over to the hash tag #sanderssandersacrosstheborderau

Characters: All the Sides + mentioned Character!Thomas

Pairings: Logicality, Eventual Prinxiety, Dukeceit

Summary:

Light and Dark. Good and Bad.

In the early days of the mind of Thomas Sanders, Light Sides and Dark Sides were separated by a border.

No one dared to venture into the other's domain, in fear of disrupting the Mindscape's 'balance' and the consequences it may cause to a Side if they were to leave their primary realm.

Roman knew the risk.

But it was a risk he was willing to take, if it meant being able to reunite with his brother again.

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After another day spent with the fair Anxiety (it's a pale joke guys... or is it?), Roman comes home with a lovesick smile on his face.

"Ah, Roman."

Uh oh.

The creative trait stiffens when he finds both his figurative parent friends standing in front of him.

Logan had his arms crossed to his chest while Patton had both his hands on his hips. Roman knew he was about to get his ears talked off in another one of their lectures.

"Uh, hi... Padre, Teach." He greets nervously.

"Kiddo," The paternal Side starts off using his 'Dad Voice', "Is there a reason you keep leaving the house all the time for the past few weeks?"

Oh, he's definitely in trouble.

"Er... Didn't I tell you? I've been thinking of new possible content for Thomas' YouTube channel." The creative Side lies, trying hard to avoid making eye contact.

"Hmm, is that so?" Logan asks with a raised brow.

Roman internally cringes, but nods his head.

"Alright. Mind sharing with us what you've thought of so far?"

Ahhh think, Roman! Think!

"Thomas could uh... Make reaction videos? And collab with some of his favorite YouTubers?"

"Mhmm. What else?"

Darn it, Specs!

"He could... Make a Disney song parody! About a uh... Ooh! A Gay Disney Prince!" Nice one, Roman. The creative Side praises himself.

"A... Gay Disney Prince? Are you referring to yourself?"

"...Maybe."

The logical Side massages his forehead and sighs, "We'll see how that works out."

"Cool! So, can I leave now?"

"Not quite yet, kiddo. You still haven't explained to us why you've been meeting up with Anxiety in the Imagination."

"Because I-"

Wait...

"HOW DID YOU-?!" Roman splutters, staring wide eyed at the two older Sides in bewilderment.

"Oh, we simply followed you in the Imagination to spy on y-" A hand harshly covers up Logan's mouth.

"Logy!" Patton scolds, removing his hand from his partner's mouth before silently apologizing for doing it.

The creative trait couldn't believe what he just heard.

And to think they were too busy sucking each other's- no no, this is a family friendly story PROCEED!

"You spied on us?!"

"We got worried, okay?! What else were we supposed to do?!" Patton flailed his arms in the air.

"Oh, I don't know, CONFRONT ME ABOUT IT FIRST? INSTEAD OF INTRUDING ON SOMEONE ELSE'S PRIVACY?"

The moral Side goes to defend himself and Logan again, but stops when he actually thinks about it, "Oh... He's right, Honeybee." Patton looks up at the other Side while his hands, on instict, grab hold of Logan's bicep.

"That would have been a more decent approach." The logical Side notes, "But knowing Roman's stubbornness, he would have lied to us similarly to how he just did a few minutes prior."

"Those weren't lies!"

A stern look from both glasses wearing Sides has Roman sighing in defeat.

"Alright, fine! They were lies... But I'm totally having Thomas do the Gay Disney Prince thing. He could even collab with Jon Cozart for it!"

"Roman?"

"Yes?"

"We're still waiting for an explanation." Logan seriously couldn't put up with the Prince's antics.

"Ah, right. Almost forgot." Roman clears his throat before going into Story Time mode, "So there I was, wandering in the Imagination in search of inspiration, when suddenly! I was faced to find something even better."

"There is really no need to-"

"Shhh! I'm listening to the story, Logybear." Patton hushes his partner, his eyes filled with wonder as he listens to Roman. Logan rolls his eyes but allows the creative trait to continue with his storytelling.

"There, at the end of the bridge I had created years ago, was a Side I had never seen before. He was clad in mostly dark clothing, but his eyes, oh! They shone brighter than all the stars above!" Roman dramatically swoons, "He was spooked at my sudden presence, and wasted no time to get away, so I desperately called out to him. He was hesitant at first, but who could ever resist a chance to talk to me?"

A paper ball suddenly came flying out of nowhere and hit Roman in the eye.

"Ow!"

"Logan!" Patton gasps out, once again sending a glare to the Side next to him.

"Apologies. Continue."

Rubbing his eye in annoyance, Roman decided to wrap it up.

"We conversed for hours about little things such as how things are like in our respective realms. I didn't want it to be the last time we talked, so I asked if we could meet again the next day. From there, our meetings became a daily thing."

"Aww, Roman! You could've just told us you were going on dates!" Patton giggles, while Logan smirks at the face Roman made at the word "date".

"Those weren't dates!"

"Your continous flirting with one another says otherwise."

"AAGGGHHHHH!!!" The creative trait groans loudly as he tries hiding the furious blush now coating his cheeks.

Logan snakes a hand around Patton's waist as the moral Side leans up to kiss him on the cheek, "Thank you for telling us, Roman."

"Yeah, kiddo. I'm proud of you for telling the truth. And finding a potential partner." The fatherly figure couldn't help but tease, "As long as none of you are crossing the border, Logan and I approve of your meetings."

Roman nods and breaks into a smile, relieved that he could still continue seeing the Emo Side he's grown to be quite infatuated with.

Maybe he could ask Anxiety if he can have Logan and Patton tag along with him some time?

And maybe...

Just maybe...

Anxiety could bring Ethan and Remus with him as his own company.

The thought of seeing his brother again after 18 years has him buzzing with excitement.

It's settled then.

He'll ask him tomorrow.

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hauntedsublimeanchor-blog2 · 4 years ago

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Why Instagram Is So Powerful for Your Business and Personal Brand

Do you know how powerful Instagram is?

Most people by now have heard about the little app called Instagram; that has taken the world by storm. It doesn't matter if you are a technology expert, that knows about the latest and greatest apps, or you can barely check your email. We can all agree that someone we know is always on Instagram. If you look around nowadays it's a rare sight if you don't see someone glued to their phone, completely unaware of what's going on around them. It's really interesting how much people use attitude captions for Instagram post their phone while in the middle of a conversation, sometimes more focused on the phone than the conversation they are having with the person right in front of them. Has this ever happened to you, or maybe you even done this yourself?

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wt4kmm · 4 years ago

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WATER

We don’t even talk about death--cause dying ain’t gotta be done today

We not ready to die--we keep just getting this started

Our audacity surfaces as the blueprint

And the blueprints are the maps

Domestic & internationally

The faces of every person that died already--are surfacing everywhere

--as the blueprint to rebuild the bricks of this dynasty--

Breath...easy

This is survival of the fittest

We are the off springs of the fittest

The Victors of the Fitters

Breathe

Easy

These answers are for the questions we can’t afford to be scared to ask no more

I saw my greatest great great grandmother for the first time in a dream last night

We had the same pair of eyes--kinfolk

She fed me without fire

Designed me amour--adornining me without a needle and thread--but water and air

After going to sleep off of ginger water--

She reminded me of living & protection

That we are the new --we are the improved

that we should do something about staying here a little longer

“Y’all be so gung-ho-to go”

grandmother water speaks

“You have never belonged on the bandwagon anyway--the ride been too full--with an emptiness too foreign to the map and design of you. Woman Child, eagle, fire bird,, way maker flesh of my flesh and blood of my blood that disguises itself in the crevices of the wind--winter is blessed--you are chosen-and you should do something about staying here a little longer--there’s honor in dying for something but you become a different type of giant when when you don’t die when you’re supposed to--when it’s written--there’s no eraser. ”

I spoke back:

“It’s not that we really ready to die--

it’s just sometimes a lot goes into breathing—a lot of us ain’t done catching our breaths--a lot of us don’t know how to--a lot of us just know how to run --how to try to catch up--

if we all not standing in the circle holding hands--the magic won’t work

The broom will beat us up and the doors will open & shut without a hand on it-- the windows will break on its own the curtains will tangle us all up--

“That’s what happens when you try to catch up where you aren’t in the running”

She said worry about yourselves

She told me to stop to remember we are the alchemist of the sun--the function of the moon

the highest and the lowest points of truth & illusion

She asked “ever seen a watermelon destroy a volcanic fire?” we control where 92% of that water goes.

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I’m from this

Round

Yellow

Brown

Crown

Oak

Purple

Heavy

Dark Brown

Dark and Black

Dark and Bright

*x2*

Never see through

while burning and never the same when shit hits the fan

Or a son hits the ground--or a daughter who doesn’t make it to tomorrow when all she was doing was laying down & Olu I think of your face everyday I look at mine in the mirror or in the wind when it’s late and I’m walking under dark trees--praying I don’t run into anyone who doesn't know that their trauma is mine too---hope he makes his mind up to see me & see the best parts of his mother

I’m from women who will talk you into the color: calm

While with a head full of chaos like a bullet bubbling in a barrel of a gun

Palms sweating--jittery off of coffee, making it happen, and 4 hours of sleep

Somehow cool—women maintain

We still get up and we feed the babies

I come from this

Stepping out of women

Spread thick across their own worlds like lotuses

Who on one shoulder

had the world on it

Who

On the other shoulder

Balanced the heaven in her head as simple as a “goddamn break” from trying catch up & the one Jesus tells her has pearly gates

--balances hell

like imaginary shapes she hides from herself to keep herself

never lost, for as sure as her hands stir the pot--there’s food

Sweet potatoes 36 ways

We are the women of the sun and the moon--we are the belly of a compass

Pickpocketing stars & rent money

We make a way out of no way--

10 dollars stretch against her bra & breast & lasting for weeks

Born into--

Women who use improvisation to become masters

Born into the challenge and the victory

Women who sit themselves out on cliffs to jump

and not die

Women who talk to God in classrooms

And practice him on athletic fields--and in the parking lot

We get audacity from grandmothers.

Working up the nerve as grand as 10,000 armies like a grandmother

Pot full of beans filling us for weeks --like Charlotte

Grandma would buy 1 whole chicken

Cook it and we’d have soup, lunchmeat, chicken & rice

Charlotte would spread it thin like she had 8 legs

Turns out she just has powers

9 lives like porch cats

My grandmother mean if that’s what you wanna call audacity

but she’ll give you and your kids her shirt if it’s cold

a house if it’s raining

if you standing outside barefoot

she’ll give you her shoes

It's audacity that makes up our rarest form of magic and magicians who look like us

Handmade by God disguised as Grandmothers

Mine made home fries & salmon cakes with sardines

Hardly ever baked, goods from scratch

Just payed home insurance

with formulas and rubrics in her sweat glands

Ever-y uphill--fight--counts more than any downhill fall

Deliberately she is made up solely of delivering herself

Mother

saves them all

Mother

save them all

I am from who gets scared of her own reflection

But remains a fact

up front

At attention

These mothers don’t take orders

But scriptures

And surahs--not in binded leather but in blue skies and blue water

Fingertips stitched with electricity and intuition

‘And that mine eyes are ever toward the Lord; for he shall pluck my feet out of the net’

And that “All dominions of heaven and earth belongs to Allah, he gives life and causes death’

Before hash-tagged, women who are

Yemaya and Oshun in spirit and in flesh

Who before the tabernacle was invented knows where the scriptures were stolen from in place of our land

creates justice,

gives justice,

is justice in the eyes

Of herself, without flash

Women who revere on foot

Who don’t know nothing about counting no money

but makes it all the way to three hundred and sixty

On foot--not using her hands & without a shadow of a doubt

The first one to choir rehearsal

And they all; always the last to leave--caught up in the ritual of praise; the holy ghost of the music who lurk in foyers & tambourines

When the lights go out

The women I come from rub their hands together like Birdman for fire, heat for the house

laugh and sing until there’s a rumble in the walls

Wash each others feet in lukewarm water

Chant,

Quote

Dance

Pray—

Sing loudly

while steadily bleeding

They laugh loudly together

Cause the blood...falling on them

Woman, I’m grateful for your mothership

Your chariots of rainbows

Whether in black and white or in color

Woman, your colors have turned darkness into day

I’ve never gotten the truth from the bible that I didn’t have to cross reference

With you as my study

You make me believe in the glare they said wasn't mine but I know it belongs to me

You are the reading rainbow of common sense

I’m breathing in your sacrifices

inhaling your truth -- I'm not just making it through

My life here, is an ode to you

I have turned into God, for you

I will challenge everything I do not believe as the truth

I will follow myself into any abyss--if the spirit uses me so

I will combat what was taught me— find it for myself

I will bring back what I have gathered and teach you to let go of the cross

And except your winnings as the ones you worked for

Challenging you to see yourself as God

Because woman you are my source

One could only create another

You deserve more than flowers woman you deserve to live

I will, in your honor, reach higher, lotus

For you--I will make a paradise out of birds--gamble everything where truth sees fittest

I will stand statuesque like two moose making love where plain eyes see fighting

She asked:

If a circle is solid, is it full or empty?

#poetry #poet #revolution #blackart #blackwriters #woman #blackwoman #writing #literature #culture #mothership #spirit #blackcreatives #blackcreators #artist #writers

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onychaos · 6 years ago

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Observing Tumblr bugs

So I did some more work digging and observing around on tumblr wondering why posts are missing in on dashboard search tags, since you know? You have the power to search for terms in a post or tags on the dashboard. I also noticed that some posts don’t show up at all..

UPDATE 2/13/2020: Gonna update this post. As a warning, retweets of the post don’t have updated info

So, for WordPress when post don’t show up, you would change the date the post was made (The current time and date) and it would be added back to WordPress search where everyone can see it.

With WordPress, It’s a very easy fix to deal with. Not really a problem when you think about it.

Now with Tumblr, Dear lord. I can kinda see why Tumblr is seen as a hellsite.. Mainly for the issue, the site breaking search engine. It’s a mess..

So, for tumblr, it’s very different. Things I noticed.

A notice: Should go without saying but if your blog and posts are adult themed and not meant for anyone but adults, your posts will never show up. You can show a like of things but porn is a no go here.

1. There are some tags on Tumblr that will show your post for 10 mins+ before removing the post from the tags recent tab. If your post is popular (I.E. 3 notes or more) It will still show up there.

The tags I know where this happens is the tags “Twitter”, “WordPress” Let me know if you know of any other tags that act like this.

1.2 There are times when your post has 5 main tags but they won’t or don’t show up in search or tags. Retagging works in some cases but most of the time, it does not work.

2. Sometimes when you have 5 tags you want your post to be found in dashboard search, they just don’t show up. Sometimes if they showup, they show up on a new post (i.e. Re-upload) with the same tags will fix the problem.

2.1 Please remember this, as it may be another reason. If you have links in your post that are blacklisted, remove them. I can not say if having blacklisted links after the URL ban dropped may affect your post in the future or not.

Tags make it easier for readers to find posts about a specific topic on your blog. For instance, you could tag your landscape photographs with #landscape or posts about your butler with #butler. Tagging your posts is as easy as you’d expect. When you create a post, enter the tags in the field at the bottom of the post form.

Tips:

You don't need to put a tag in quotes or start with a hash symbol (#).

Hit enter to separate each tag.

Only the first 20 tags on a post will show up in searches. After that, you’re just tagging for show.

Tags on Tumblr can have spaces in them. They are the most legible tags on the internet. Hooray! - Tagging your posts

3 It also seems the URL ban + being able to search posts for terms in the post or tags has had a weird effect on posts. Reblogs don’t count, as they only show up on your blog and not searchable

I was looking in a part of tumblr called “tags not working” and I’m not the only one with this issue. Some post seems to suggest the election day and/or tumblr tag system is broken (No shock about it being broken)

Search for multiple tags or terms

To search for multiple tags or terms, all you have to do is use the right syntax. For example:

picnic lunch - returns posts with the terms “picnic” and “lunch” anywhere (e.g., #picnic basket, or #lunch break, or a post using the word picnic).

#picnic lunch - returns posts with the #picnic lunch tag.

#picnic #lunch - returns posts with both #picnic AND #lunch tags.

There is a 4th option that a user or bot may have reported your post for spam or mass Automation by a user/bot. (If you post too much) If you use tags that someone thinks is not fitting for a post of yours or if you used any import tools to upload posts from one site to Tumblr. You may fall under this rule..

What I can assume is that Tumblr system for keeping spam like post out of search + the URL ban + being able to search posts by terms / any tags has hit a great number of posts made by users..

If that is the case, you have to re-upload the post to see in search or find it by terms.

I will talk about this later..

And there is a 5th option which I can’t prove to be true or false.. I have heard the porn bots that like or retweet your posts is another reason to why your posts may not show up in search / tags but can not prove this but something to keep in mind..

If you have a secondary blog account on your main that posts or reblogs adult things, be careful, I can’t say how much this may or may not affect you since there no way to test this but keep that in mind

I don’t know if adult blogs that like / reblog your posts will affect you or not.

There is one last option.. And this is a very extreme case.. but..

If your posts aren't appearing on Tumblr-wide tag pages, it might be because your blog is pretty new and we need to make sure you’re not a robot or a spammer.

Make sure you’ve verified your account via the email we sent when you joined Tumblr. Once you’ve used your account for a while (and done normal, human things with it like follow other blogs and like or reblog posts), your posts will start appearing on tag pages.

If you are a robot or a spammer, you should visit our article about account deletion.

On the help center page for Troubleshooting tags. The post I quoted worries me. There could be a chance your account is marked as a robot or a spammer. If, at that point happens.

You have 2 options. 1. Contact Tumblr support and tell them your problems and pray to god that they do something to help out, and hope they don’t send a automatic response which can amount to “we will try to do something but won’t“

2. Backup your blog, make a new account and re-post everything there by hand, and let your followers know of the new account. Your current account may be marked as a spammer account or a robot.

So… How do you get your post to show back up on Tumblr Dashboard search with the power to search for terms and any tag on your post, and tags that are after the 5th tag on posts?

ANSWER: Re-upload the post or posts that is not showing up in tags or is no longer searchable on Tumblr Dashboard. It’s the only current fix to the problem for why posts are no longer showing up in tags / searched by terms

Update:

treygocray said: onychaos HEY! I got it to work. Delete all your tags on the photo and re-tag it. Mine worked so I thought I’d share! :D

This does work but if the post didn’t have a banned link. This is worth a shot but be warned that your post may fall under the 5 tag or less rule.

end update

For users who only reblog or like, this will not affect you. But those who don’t reblog and make posts, this affects us greatly. When our posts can’t be seen by other users besides followers.. I don’t man, not feeling it since most followers may / are no longer active.

Since the dashboard search engine is awful and tumblr @staff don’t seem to want to fix this issue or know how to fix the issue. This is the only way from what I tested.

If you have this issue but don’t want to re-upload posts to fix it. You have to go by the 5 tags can be searched, and you can’t term and your posts may or may not show up in tags. I could be wrong but I know there are people who don’t want to use a wrong around for this bug if you got more then 50 posts.

You can test to see if your posts are searchable by making an empty tag that has never been used, ever. Then go to mass post editor and add the empty tag as the 6th tag to 30 or 20 posts at a time and search the said tag. If your posts that you tagged with the empty tag show up in that tag under the “most recent” search and not tagged.

A empty tag (Your username) seems to be able to hold 40 or 20 of your posts at a time. That’s why it is best to do 20 or 10 to test them. You may need to wait a bit as there is delay for posts to show up. Or you can add the empty tag to 3 of your post as the 6th tag or anything after the 5th tag works.

However, if the tag being used is brand new or barely used it can affect some post from what I tested.

Brand new tags (Never used aka no posts in the tag) Can hold 40 of your posts.. Sometimes it can hold more?

non-empty tags (Tags that get used once in a while) Can hold 3 posts and there is a post delay

Very active tags can hold 3 post but if you post a lot, your older posts in a tag will be hidden after a fourth post is made but will show back up after a week or so. Sometimes Tumblr may break and the post might not show back up if hidden and you probably have to reupload it or re-tag?

If you see the post in most recent or popular search, your posts can be found by terms / any tag but this is me just observing and testing about 20 posts

Now should say this. New tags that never been used can hold 40 of your posts sometimes more? But this is if you are trying to search by term and not tags

This means users can search for your posts by tags and tags after the 5th tag as well or terms in your posts on tumblr dashboard. (That is good, very good)

Because I tried to bring my posts from WordPress to Tumblr via a defunct import tool named wp2tumblr and as a result of my post falling under these rules of spam here what I took note of.

Posts that don't show up or can not be seen working well in tags or at all and not coming up in the search terms. Out of 147 posts. only 113* of my posts do not show up right in tags or search nor can they be searched by terms or tags (Some tags do not show these post after 2 weeks. You have to wait a week to see them but nothing happens..)

So only 34+ posts can be searched by tag / terms / seen in tags or searched by terms

113 posts have bugged / shadow flagged for spam / search from the effects of using wp2tumblr to import my wordpress posts to tumblr..

Only way to fix this is by re-uploading the post to allow it to be found in tumblr tags and search terms.

Again, if you don’t see your post show up in search or tags, you will need to re-upload the posts in question.

And for me, I hate having to re-upload posts to have them be seen again but I will have to do it if I want my posts to be seen. Even if that means re-uploading my rants, vents, talking about users, and other things. So you will be seeing me upload some posts that may be 2017 or 2018 related.

Your followers may or may not be annoyed with you as a heads up if you re-upload posts to fix this issue.

And even if you do this, there is no 100 % plan yet or there is a chance someone may see you re-upload a post as spam.. Or the post may not show up later

But I thought I share what I have been observing how things been working on tumblr. If anyone has a better way of dealing with this, let me know.

Because when you make a new post, it is seen in tags / search. And it is searchable be terms or tags after the 5th tag

Again, if your post is not showing up in tags, re-upload the post in question and it will be back in search to be seen by everyone

However, another issue came to me. If you reupload the post it can be found in search and by terms.. now however If you edit/delete the tags when having more then 5 tags on the post and go down to 5 or less.

Your post may fall under the 5 tags or less rule and may also lose the right to search for that post by terms but something to look out for.

Update: It seems some of my new posts are not searchable by terms anymore.

I contacted Tumblr Support but got a fast reply but it was a copy and paste. I don’t know what Tumblr Staff is doing but it’s anything but helpful.

Here a list of my posts that got hit or don’t show up.. I added clear to the post name meaning it works / shows up. I need to look at all of them. I have since deleted some old posts so this list is outdated and this is not all of the posts yet..

Some post below don’t have the right name but keep that in mind

Nothing important below. :3

my plans for 2017 - clear 12:20 AM 12/11/2019

a new discord server archive it - 11:16 PM 12/10/2019

Twitch channel updates - archive it 11:16 PM 12/10/2019

Sonikchan update archive it - 8:08 PM 12/10/2019

Updates for Sonikmage twitch archive it - 8:08 PM 12/10/2019

Sonik muffins - clear 7:34 PM 12/10/2019

Future Update archive - 4:13 AM 12/11/2019

Shutting down Sonikmage twitter archive - 12:21 AM 12/11/2019

My little guide to streaming archive - 4:13 AM 12/11/2019

New twitch streams archive - 4:14 AM 12/11/2019

Twitch rant

mini twitch rant

one trick pony archive - 4:14 AM 12/11/2019

Sonic adventure SX 2018 clear - 12:02 AM 12/11/2019

how I been feeling

game progress

sonic speed R 2018

update log 6

The Tumblr purge

game dev update 2

game overhaul

kyle and lucy

Tumblr purge 2

Done with Pangya

Tumblr purge AM

Last speedrun to do

Twitch and youtube let's play

srb2 teleport

Sonic beta clear - 3:35 PM 12/11/2019

twitter rant

facebook update

srb2 update

Speedruns I plan to do clear - 10:03 AM 12/15/2019

Second Discord channel update

how to use twitter

Thoughts on SXSW

Thoughts on Sonic Speed 2017

What's next for me?

Thoughts on Pangya celebrity

Thoughts on Pangya celebrity big ann clear - 8:58 PM 12/17/2019

Thoughts on speedrunners

Why do you stream?

New personal discord channel update 3

Sonic adventure 2 livestream

New thoughts on Pangya c

A side project

Mini server update +

sonik rp story clear - 10:05 AM 12/15/2019

another twitch rant

birthday livestream

my thoughts on spinball

The future for sonic 1 hell

Zelda shine hunting

Sonic Forces custom character

Revio shutting down

new personal discord server clear - 9:32 AM 12/15/2019

SRB2 forfeit rules clear - 9:30 AM 12/15/2019

my forum

moving out update

duel link replays

Mario Maker 2 experience

My Tumblr experience

Gave Pangya debug one last shot

Frozen Snowman Land - clear 9:30 AM 12/15/2019

Images of my fan game

venting about video games

changes and moving forward

sadx question

Playing duel links on twitch

Hyper's quest 2

video of srb2 kart

srb2kart rainbow road

mini update about my posts clear - 9:31 AM 12/15/2019

levels i forgot

srb2kart darkvile garden

tumblr theme bugs clear - 9:32 AM 12/15/2019

SRB2Kart final fall

Beaten nep

Zelda BOTW master mode stream

My review sonic spinball

streams this weekend

Why I dislike twitch fight streams

Thanks for watching

A long vent / rant

A message to a friend

Cyberscore review

What I done in 2 months

Youtube planned let's plays

My goals for 2018

Final post on speedrunning

Clicker heroes 2 thoughts

final Pangya c post

Chaos realm race nights

My CyberScore Ideas

New Start

Sonic Gather Battle

Pantufa the cat dx review

SRB2 review

Dungeon Souls revisit

Sonic R review

update log

my new server updates

Sonic World R8 review

Pangya C tea time

Sonic and Shantae 2017 demo

Sonic ages 2017

Update on Sonic hell

Sonic Forces review clear - 3:51 AM 12/12/2019

Battle for the internet act 3

game mode ideas

New changes for this year arc - 2:57 AM 12/12/2019

Sonic Mania delay archive second account -

rant: twitter archive

2 rants for the price of one

Twitch bits

Sonic Mania stream today archive - 4:44 PM 12/11/2019

SRB2 testing clear - 9:29 AM 12/15/2019

Sonic Grand Adventure clear - 10:03 AM 12/15/2019

#tumblr #staff #tumblr tags #tags not working #tags not showing up #tumblr bugs #really tumblr #tumblr search #tumblr support #my posts #onychaos

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hydrus · 5 years ago

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🎉🎉 It was hydrus's birthday this week! 🎉🎉

I had a great week. I mostly fixed bugs and improved quality of life.