#quick hack

[cf-12]

[irmavep11]

i think we moved on too quickly from this

[avadaniels]

Hacks opening the 31st Annual Screen Actors Guild Awards

[jubileedeeznuts-posting]

This is a request for you to draw your favorite student!

i am incapable Of choosing a favourite from my top five so i did my mate’s favourite from my Top five :] THANK YOU

[harbingersglory]

Mayhaps something with (transfem) Kujou Sara fucking a bratty reader who (intentionally) pisses her off to the point where she goes all out with her full inhuman strength, ultimately knocking them up completely by accident because she was so caught up in the moment she forgot to pull out?

I bet nobody expected her to be first out of her siblings to become a parent, least of all herself, but she ain’t complaining!

{☆} characters kujou sara {☆} notes drabble, implied fem reader, sub reader, transfem kujou sara {☆} warnings 18+ content, breeding kink

Kujou Sara was not one to allow herself to lose her ironclad control– she was a general, above all else, a servant of the Almighty Shogun.

Yet try as she might, you..you had a way of getting under her skin in a way that had her patience and will tested. Maybe it was the bratty, teasing demeanor that had her jaw clenched so hard it creaked, or maybe it was the provocative words you'd whisper in her ear while she was trying to focus.

It was irrelevant in the face of her dragging you back to her quarters, her brows furrowed and her lips pursed into a thin line– she tried to be gentle, but her grip was firm on her arm as she pulled you into the delicately managed room, her composure cracking like shattering glass. She wanted to wipe that smug grin off your face when she slammed her hands against the door, the wall nearly splintering beneath barely restrained strength, her expression..less than amused.

"Just what are you trying to accomplish?" She ground out, her teeth aching from how hard she was clenching her jaw– and, though she refused to outwardly admit it, your little..distraction was working far better then she wanted to admit to even herself. "I told you not to..to do such things while I'm working. Do you ever listen?"

She nearly growled– like some common beast, she thinks, and she is glad for her tempered control that she did not embarrass herself in such a way. She still had her dignity. But Archons, you were testing that control even still– the way your tongue poked out like a child, mocking and teasing, as if you wanted her to snap.

She almost considered it, but..you were human, she had to remind herself. Archons knows she's never forgive herself if she actually hurt you.

"What? Can the General not handle a little playful banter?" Sara opened her mouth to snarl back a reply, but she closed it but a sharp click just as quickly, a grimace gracing her features instead. "Is that all it takes to rile you up?"

She wants to deny it, keep her sense of control, but damn it– the way your hands glide across her skin, your nails just barely ghosting across the flexing muscles of her back..she feels her control slipping faster then she can maintain it, her lip quivering.

"You.." She croaks out in reply, trying to subdue the uneasy urge that lingers in the back of her mind with every glance down at you, every touch of your hands, every word that drips from your lips like honey. The silence is broken by a low growl, her hands tugging you off your feet and practically shoving you onto the bed.

"What? Are you going to shut me up? Or are you going to admit you enjoy it?"

Fine, she thinks, fine! If this is what you want so badly, she's going to shut you up the only way she knows she can.

She wastes little time between shoving you onto the bed and climbing on it herself, one of her hands reaching up to tangle in your hair as she shoves your face into the mattress, her other hand fumbling with your clothes– just enough to expose your dripping cunt to her, nostrils flaring at the sharp tang of your arousal, her teeth bared in a snarl.

She can't help the raspy groan that tumbles from her lips at the sight– you looked perfect like that. Quiet, your face forcibly held down, your thighs soaked in your own arousal. She absentmindedly wonders if you'd been so wet the entire time– if you'd just been waiting, no, practically begging for her to just..she can't even finish the thought, her hands trembling and her control slipping even further.

Her free hand fumbles with the hem of her own shorts, freeing her straining, twitching cock, pre cum beading at the tip. Her fist tightens in your hair as she leans over you, pressing her chest against your back and aligning her aching cock to your entrance. She almost snaps out of the fog clouding her rationality, but it returns in full force when she snaps her hips forward, sinking into your cunt with a sharp hiss.

"Fuck," Sara curses beneath her breath, groaning at the tight heat enveloping her– Archons, she'd never get used to it. It only drove her further over the edge, rolling her hips to force more of her cock into you. "Not..not going to talk back?" She growled, huffing and releasing her hold on your hair to instead slip her fingers past your lips. The muffled, garbled response was..far more enjoyable than she expected, the hazy eyed look as she sunk fully into you.

It made her feel lightheaded, to be honest. She was getting a bit too carried away, but the way your walls squeezed against her..her teeth ached for an entirely different reason, tongue swiping over the sharp points before she leaned down to sink them into your shoulder, pulling out and slamming back in with a muffled groan. Her pace was frantic after that, dragging moans and whimpers from your throat like a chorus of broken notes.

She hated how easily you got under her skin, but damn it, she couldn't deny how good it felt to put you in your place. You couldn't even get away if you tried– you were human, and while it made you fragile it also made you weak. Easier to handle.

Even if your tongue was far sharper than your appearance would make one believe.

Archons, she was so close, though. She pulled her fingers from your mouth, nearly crumbling at the moan that tumbled openly from your lips immediately after– she may have chastised you for your attitude, but she still thoroughly enjoyed hearing you. Just knowing you were unable to form anything more complex then senseless babbling was a special kind of high.

She wants to speak, but even her own words fail her beyond a low groan, the absence filled with the slick sound of her wild thrusts, caring little about the stinging ache in her thighs as she pounds you into the mattress without a shred of hesitation or rationality beyond fucking you into silence.

A small part of her, the rational part, tried to remind her to pull out– but your cunt felt so fucking good she just kept going despite the sirens blaring in her head. Even as your limbs tensed and your voice grew hoarse from screaming, she kept you beneath her, nipping at your throat to leave her mark against your skin. She was so close, just..just a little more. Just a little longer. Archons, she doesn't ever want to leave– doesn't ever want to pull out.

Her hands grasp your hips tightly as she nears her own climax, slamming back into you with a broken moan– she barely registered the fact she had cum inside you beyond the thrill of it dribbling down your thighs, not even her cock enough to keep you plugged up as she tried to gain some semblance of control through the haze.

..Fuck. She was going to regret this. She was, every so slowly, coming back to her senses– the first thing she felt was embarrassment, then panic, and then resignation.

At the very least she hadn't accidentally fucked you into unconsciousness on accident.

She was much gentler as she sat up, her cock still half hard as she pulled out, inhaling sharply at the way her cum dripped down onto the sheets. She hated how arousing it was. No– no. She needed to get a hold of herself.

But then again..you didn't seem to be complaining, at least not yet. She hesitantly lifted her eyes to see your expression, her throat suddenly feeling dry at the smug satisfaction on your face.

[20dollarlolita]

A little more quick sewing machine troublshooting:

If your machine is doing something you don't understand, engage your bobbin winder, and then disengage it.

This will probably not do anything. However, it's fast, it won't hurt anything, and a surprisingly large percentage of the time, it's actually the solution.

Notable cases: Baby Lock and Brother machines where the button turns orange. Janome machines where the LCD says "SP" or gives you a display that looks like "] [". Viking Emerald 118's where the button on the front stops working. Bernina machines where you turn it on and immediately hear a noise of a motor running. Mechanical machines where you step on the foot and hear the engine running but nothing is turning. Probably more, that's just what's in my head right now.

It's the solution rarely enough that you shouldn't expect it to fix it, but it's also the solution often enough that it should absolutely be part of your troubleshooting procedure. Go through the steps to engage your bobbin winder, make it turn for a couple rotations to make sure you've engaged it properly, and then disengage it.

It's worth a shot.

[gjdraws]

have a fic im not writing have bags I'm not packing but fraser blushing in Situations I got time for

[ann-chovi]

I need to get back into the habit of at least scribbling down a face or something every single day so that my brain stops panicking and thinking "it's so jover! 30+ years of skill has left my body overnight!" every time I even think to pick my stylus pen up

Like, proving it wrong IS satisfying, but I could do without the internal dramatics lol

[kaiserouo]

my heart fucking melts

[vegetaask]

[dragon-subway]

everyone go listen to hack writer by @nopanamaman right MEOW!!!!!

[kat2107]

Reminder to the ADHD peeps:

Eat some proper fucking protein for breakfast!

You won't regret it.

And skip the fucking sugar.

[timedyne]

(thinking about prev reblog) i have so many thoughts about the switch 2 and piracy and emulation and how so many people just do not understand how it works and that it is so much more difficult than people will make it seem but im tired and i dont want to type all that so you guys will have to wait for the morning for this rant because this is something i think a lot about

[sapphim]

I imagine there's a lot of confusion among non-fereldans when they find out ferelden's king is actually the most masc dyke from the storm coast. they're like "wait I thought you said you had a king?" and fereldans are like "yeah well that's what we call him. on account of her being so gender :)"

[saint-moro]

something something this episode is called "join the club" because it's ostensibly about kayla and jimmy joining a swanky country club but really it's about Deborah getting the opportunity to join an old boys club she's wanted to be part of her whole career BUT REALLY it's about her rejecting that club to join the "maybe she is one of those people" club because caring about Ava has irrevocably changed her!!!

[gothamsfinestdummy]

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