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[penguinpeace]

以下内容出自 《登出键》 - 莫子

001 觉察呼吸

起床后一直到入睡前，一整天的时间随时随地都要觉察着你的呼吸，请注意，要求的是无时无刻刻，所以即使在思考、在工作、在与他人讲话时，在任何时刻都要觉察到自己的呼吸。你可以将注意力放在鼻孔，也可以放在其他与呼吸有关的地方，例如鼻腔。觉察呼吸需要注意到细节，例如气味、冷暖、出入鼻腔的空气量、呼吸长短等。另外，觉察呼吸并非一整天只注意着呼吸，什么都不做，最好的方式是生活正常运作，该进行什么就进行什么，但是每一次呼吸，都能如实注意到。做这个练习可以快速增加你的觉察力，习惯成为一位观察者，除了觉察呼吸，行住坐卧的一切运作，都会变得清清楚楚。

002 觉察眨眼

同样地，起床后一直到入眠前，一整天的时间随时随地都要觉察着眨眼的动作，一开始好像会刻意眨眼而显得有些别扭，但随着觉察的时间增长，整个过程将会变得越来越自然。我们并非去做一件眨眼的事情，而是人们本来就会眨眼，我们只是注意到它而已。这个练习是觉察呼吸的进阶版，难度也比觉察呼吸来得高。困难点在于，你的生活要如常地运作，也要觉察到眨眼睛的同时，眼部周围、眼皮以及哏睛的感觉与现况，例如眼睛是否��湿？眼皮是否跳动？眨眼的频率快慢等等。当不自然的状况退去，你将会有一种人生诸事都在自动导航下进行的感觉，而你只是看着一部电影的觉察者，正在观赏自己的人生剧场演出。当你成功做到这一步，下一个练习将会更容易达成。请记住，这个功课如果要做得顺畅，你的整个身心必然是非常放松的，这不是紧绷可以完成的功课，越放松你会越容易达成。

003 觉察全身

这是觉察系列功课的第三个，也是最困难的一个。有人曾问我，觉察全身到底要觉察哪些地方？觉察全身，顾名思义就是全身都要觉察到，但是一开始我们无法觉察到全身，至少要觉察到行动或动作的部分，例如呼吸、眨眼、手脚、身体的动作等，如果能觉察到心跳就更理想。先以上述这些为主要觉察对象，等练习纯熟后，全身都是你觉察的对象。请同时觉察着全身，而不是身体各部分轮流去做，有人想着要全身觉察，那么就从头到脚轮流地觉察，先觉察手指，再觉察手掌，接着觉察手臂，这是不正确的，你能同时觉察的部位有多广，就尽量觉察。同样的，你要正常运作你的生活，该工作、该思考、该应对的，全部照常运行。这个练习比前两个练习更需要放松，请记住，你只是个放松的观察者，观察着全身的行动、感觉、状态而已，你并非在造作一些事情。

004 数乱数

这个功课的操作方法，是从心中自然地冒出01-99之间的乱数，在心中依序默数，例如35、78、14、88, 63、67、 31、19……，节奏大的一秒一个数字的默数。进行这个功课时，请尝试与你的某些生活作为一起达成，初期执行上如果遇到困难，例如当你需要思考与他人沟通对话时，可以先暂停；一些可以与生活同步的，例如步行、等公车、打球、洗衣服等，即可与此功课一起达成。不要求一整天进行，尽量抽空多做即可。这个功课一开始也会有刻意进行的感觉，慢慢也会做到自然而然，完全自动地生出数字。这些功课除了训练觉察力外，从中会培养自动运作生命的机制，慢慢就能退出造作生活作为的阶段，真正称为一个生活的观察者，就可以像欣赏电影一样看着主角在进行生活，而那个主角是以前你认为的你，现在只是看着他开展生活，你就会完全明白真正的你并非原来认为的你，你是那个不动的觉察，而非戏中主角。

005 变换物体标签（指鹿为马）

这个功课的操作方式是挑选一个眼前的现象或情境，当我们看到时，会在0.018秒的极短时间从信念储存库中提取适合的标签，立刻为其贴上，这时候我们察觉到它是什么的一瞬间，立刻用另一个标签来指向它，并且真切地认为它是你新贴上的标签。例如眼前有一个苹果，将它定义为苹果的一瞬间，我们立刻用椅子这个新标签替换原本的苹果，默念或者念出来，并认为它就是椅子。一开始我们会觉得得很荒谬，随着练习次数的增加，我们越来越觉得原来世界万物只是标签而已，并随时可以替换标签。当你百分之百认为它是椅子，你就可以坐在上面；当你百分之百认为它是刀子，你就可以用它来切割物品。这个练习可以培养如幻的视角，你会觉得一切越来越虚幻，也会觉得看到的一切都是空，都是毫无意义的存在，就会越来越不解释。

006 注意物体与自己之间的空间

这是不解释功课的一个起点，同时也是最重要的功课。如果大家有看过《金刚经》或是《六祖坛经》，一定知道「应无所住而生其心」这句话，而这个功课就是练习「无所住」 。

坊间对这句话的注解多多半是：「对于一个事物应该保持不执着的态度来生起清净心。」但在面对现象时，有的现象会让我们不执著，有的并不会，如果不执着就是开悟的关键，那么碰到我们不会执着的现象，我们就产生无染的清净心而有开悟的机会了，生活中有非常多的时刻会碰到不执着的现象，那么每个人应该早就开悟了！所以「应无所住而生其心」的「无所住」指的并非不执著，而是另一种状态。

我们从早到晚，无时无刻都在注意着现象，而每一次注意到现象时，都会解释现象，「无所住」的意思就是没有注意着现象，但是我们天生无时无刻都注意着现象，即使不是注意外在的现象，我们也会注意着思维、思考等内在的现象。我们要知道，注意现象，必然解释现象，只有对现象的解释不存在，才能没注意到任何现象；换另一个说法，我们才能注意到现象的「原貌」，未经解释、信念渲染过的原貌，这也是《金刚经》另一种句型所要表达的。《金刚经》里有非常多「XX即非X X，是名XX」的句型，例如「所言一切法者，即非一切法，是故名一切法」、「世尊说我见、人见、众生见、寿者见，即非我见、人见、众生见、寿者见，是名我见、人见、众生见、寿者见」。前面指的是我们对现象原来的信念；中间的「即非XX」是将原来的信念瓦解，成为了一个空信念：后面的「是名XX 」指的是事物的原貌，我们也才能把这个现象叫做XX，它是真实的XX，而非用信念虚构的解释。

说了这么多，那么跟这个功课有什么关系呢？这个功课的操作方法，是我们先将注意力看着眼前的某个现象，随后转移到与物体之间的「空」之上。我还是举苹果的例子，当我看到一个苹果，就把注意力移向眼睛与苹果中旧的空间上，也就是视觉焦点从苹果移至中间的空无，看着空无一物的空间，因为空间无法有形体，所以也无法产生解释。当我们从苹果移向中间的空无时，我们等于让苹果变成《金刚经》的句型「苹果，即非苹果，是名苹果」，从一个有意义的物件「苹果」，转移到中间的空无，这时候，我们的眼睛事实上还能见到苹果，只是苹果变成了空无，是没有意义的物件。从有意义，就是没有意义，所以才是它的真意义。

这个功课没办法全天候的练习，只能在我们一有空的时候就练习它。

007 散焦

这个功课与上一个功课《注意物体与自己中间的空无》完全一样，只是一开始就说「散焦」，会不知道如何操作。使用过单眼相机的人都知道，单眼相机需要对焦，如果我们开启手动对焦模式，只要把焦点从物件上调走，物件就会变得模糊。这个功课就是用眼睛对焦，然后轻松地将焦点模糊化，这样就自然而然会注意着空无，而达到不解释的功效。只要这种不解释的频率越来越高，时间越来越长，就会在人生故事里击出一些空洞来，我们不再一整天都注意现象而解释现象，形成不闭断的故事性。我们的故事一旦有些暂停的时间出现，就有机会从故事里登出开悟。这就像是我们专心看一部电影，忽然按下暂停键，才会发现自己身在何处，而非之前完全融入电影的剧情中，眼中只有电影里的剧情而巳。

这个功课虽然与上一个功课是一样的，但是先练习过上一个功课，这个功课才会得心应手，而以后重复练习时，只要做这个「散焦」的功课即可，它相当于电影或是游戏的暂停作用，对于登出开悟来说，非常有效与重要。

008 把空间移回物体

这个功课是前两个功课的延伸。前两个功课是练习「色即是空」，而这个功课是练习「空即是色」。当我们看着物件，把视线移到中间的空无，再把中间的空无往前推到物件上，这会有一种「虽然我看着物件，但对物件完全失去解释」的感受，我们就能明白《心经》里说的：「色即是空、空即是色。」看到经文的文字，我们只能意会经文的意思，藉由功课的实际操作，我们可以直接契入经文内容，实际去体会经文。

实际的操作，就是先把注意力放在一件物件上，然后我们把注意力移到物件与眼睛中间的空间，停留约10秒以上，再将中间看到的空无，推回到物件上去。意思是这样，当然空无无法移动，我们只要知道意思就好，并将视线带回物件上即可。

这个功课也是尽量抽空练习，练习的多寡，关乎你想要登出的决心有多大。

009 用他来表达自己

这个功课非常有趣，我们从第一人称，称呼自己为「我」改为「他」，也就是当我���跟别入说：「我要跟你拿上个礼拜的报表。」就要改成：「他要跟你拿上个礼拜的报表。」如果问：「是谁掉的皮夹？」你只能回答：「是他。」你不能使用其他字眼代替，例如名字或外号，唯一能用的就是「他J ，但是允许可以用手指指着自己，这是功课种最大限度的作为。

一整天的时间，如果能做到连工作时都进行功课，这样的效果最大，因为工作上需要与他人交谈时做此一功课是最有威力的。

在这个功课里，我们把我们整个世界里唯一的主角拿掉了，我们自然而然会用一种旁观者的视角来看待整个生活，我们会有趣地发现当这么做时，彷佛在看着一部影集，一切都好像事不关己，而自己是那个看着一切、欣赏着一切发生的人。一开始或许会一直出错，但只要用心去做，一段时间后就能完全做到，我们将会体验到没有主角的世界是多么的自由与神奇，将会发现平常我们被这个「我」字限制在许许多多的框架里，也因为进行了这个功课，我们将会从诸多框架中解放出来。各位千万要好好地进行这个功课，或许你会不好意思在别人面前做这个功课，但是各位要想想，我们是要从整个人生故事里解脱出来，我们要登出开悟，如此巨大的决心，怎么能让这小小的不好意思推翻你的宏愿呢？这也会让我们看到，我们是多么在意他人对我们的看法。这个功课不仅是跟他人说话时要说「他」，包括使用所有的社群软件如Line、Instagram、Facebook、微信等，全部都只能用「他」来代替「我」。

010 看电视或手机、电脑、平板电脑的1/4画面

这个功课是要让我们直接跳出没有意义的人生故事。当我们看到现象，会立刻生起解释；当我们看到无意义的画面，解释生不起来时，会有机会直接安住在空空荡荡的觉察。

操作的方式是常你在看电视、手机、电脑、平板电脑时，把画面的3/4遮住，只露出一个角落，左上、左下、右上、右下都可以，同时把声音关掉，不要去猜想画面的剧情，只是很轻松、很单纯地去看就好了。只要抽空来练习即可，次数越多越好，就是一个看电视的功课，非常单纯也非常简单。

011 倒着念书

平常阅读的时候，我们很轻易就能看懂书中章句所传递的意义，但是当我们倒着念时，相同的字所组合成的一段话，我们却完全不知道它的意义。这说明了事物的存在，在原始状态并没有意义，意义是我们赋予它的；而我们赋予它的意义，也只不总是人类大家讲好的一套规则，与真正的真实毫不相干。当我们倒着念书时，解释无法生起，自然而然地进入不解释的状态。

实际操作时，随意地由下往上、由左至右地念，如果仍带着意义，可以试着横着念（假使文字是直写的）。这个功课看似简单，效用却很深远，每天一找到空间就念，轻松地把字字念过去就好。《金刚经》说：「凡所有相皆���虚妄，见诸相非相，即见如来。」其中「相」的意思是「可辨识的对象」，当我们反过来念书的时候，自然变成了不可辨认，也就是非相，所以这是一个直接登出开悟的功课，希望大家不要轻忽。

012 我是谁

这是禅宗参话头的话头之一。当我们问自己这个问题，不要用头脑给出任何答案，要用心去体会答案，但这个问题不会有任何答案，因为说到底，没有一个东西可以称为我，所有我们认为的我，其实都只是「我的」，也就是能觉察的对象。

这个问题要一直问，由内心问出「我是谁」后，往内去看看，到底是谁在看着这一切，然后再问，问到废寝忘食时，问到心中只有这一句，无其他念头，当我们问到头脑宕机时，一切就会归于寂静，只剩无边无际的觉察，这样就成功了。

013 禁语

如果你上班一定要说话，那么就利用例假日进行禁语的练习。当我们外在不说话，内心念头会特别多，这时候我们觉察着念头，而不要跟随念头，我们会发现一整天中，到底有多少的念头来来往往。当我们不跟随念头，慢慢地，念头也会越来越少，有机会完全安静下来。

014 “呸”！

我们用简短有力的声音，大声把「呸」这个字冲出口，使出全力去念。短促的「呸」，不是呸(pe-i)，而是(pei），就立刻截断发声。

当你念完「呸」的一瞬间，马上安静下来、停下来。在刚念完的一瞬间，是生不起任何信念与念头的，我们能停多久都没有问题，只需要暂停，这是一个暂停键，按下后自然停住，等信念或念头生起后再活动。

一有空就练习这个功课，不用在意别人的看法，只要不会干扰他人即可。这个功课可以截断一切的信念，瞬间让整个世界都停止，有机会让我们掉入空空荡荡的觉察，够深的话有登出开悟的可能。

015 不断提醒这是个梦

当晚上睡觉做着梦的当下，忽然你意识到这是一个梦境，然后告诉自己这是一场梦，那么只要想醒来，你就会醒过来。而我们现在这个现实，其实也只是一层梦境，讯息量较大的梦境而已，所以不断提醒自己现在正做着梦，我们就等于进入清明梦的状态，我们要醒来就更容易了，这就是如幻的视角。

这个功课的操作方法，就是我们无时无刻看到现象时，就跟自己说「这是一个梦境，我正在做着梦」，你会立刻有一种如梦似幻的感觉，越是对当下所讲的现实看成是梦境，我们事实上就越接近真实。

[aspendruid]

I love coding. I sat at the terminal for a couple hours and now my blank custom toolbar has a battery indicator that's just a white box that says whatever %

me if you even care:

[thestarofcottonland]

i wish fragrantica let you follow people so so bad i want us all to be friends there i love the little "what perfume you wearing today" feature I WANNA KNOW WHAT MY MUTUALS IVE NEVER SPOKEN TO ARE WEARING!!!!!!

[zumii-idle]

Holy fuck its actually just twitter

'can i copy your homework?'

'yeah just don't make it obvious'

[rcdlcdger]

thank goodness tumblr asks for confirmation instead of automatically deleting your account..🤦‍♀️

[macleod]

this app, which was based off the indie "tumblrina" app (that [tumblr] bought), was the most buggy and useless app you could use on any smartphone at the time (which is saying something!)

and then they kept it as their official app for three years after this post with barely any updates where it just got.... Worse.

Absolutely the worst experience of any app of all time, it was a glorious day when they released an entirely original new app

that one sucked too, but it crashed 20% less, which was a lot considering the original crashed 100% of the time after using it for longer than a minute (keep in mind it took 45 seconds to open any app back then)

the mobile website that took 45 minutes to load on my old samsung slider (keyboard, 2g? ) was better, remember using it to painstakingly answer asks and replying through the ye olde 'fanmail' feature, something I don't think the iPhone app above let you do

New iPhone Dashboard interface! Much more functional and much prettier.

If you haven’t yet, you can download Tumblr for the iPhone for free. Enjoy!

[bubblesthetherapyfish]

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[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

PRINCESSES DON’T ACT LIKE THIS

Pairing - Emmett x fem!reader

Summary - Emmett stumbles across your cam account and has contradicting thoughts on it. He’s angered that you’re doing it but can’t help but to watch it in secret. Until he gets a notification when you’re visiting home that spikes his emotions and primal needs.

Warnings - Dubcon, pervert step dad, daddy kink, webcam sex, p in v, oral m! receiving, degrading.

Word count - 2.4k

It was all because you foolishly forgot to log out of your email account on the computer. 

Emmett’s eyebrowed scrunched as a particular email caught his eye as he finger hovered over the logout button. A receipt to your bank account from a website called CamLust. His skepticism grew as he hovered over the link and pressed it. A heavy gasp left his lips as he saw a sweet photo of you to your camgirl account. 

2SexyPrincessOnCam. 

It made his blood boil. Emmett’s little princess, fucking whoring herself around to pervy strangers. Emmett grunted when he saw that he needed to make an account to take a peek at your full account. He had never felt this way about you before, but now he felt like he had been missing out on so much of you. In a clumsy manner, he rushed to make an account and huffed at your sneak peaks. You were clothed, hardly. In the majority of your pics, you wore matching lingerie sets of pastel colors. Always on your knees, mouth ajar open, wide eyes. 

His eyes widened when he heard the door open and quickly shut down the computer. 

“Daddy?” You called out sweetly as you walked inside, smiling gleefully to him. 

Emmett only grunted his greeting and stormed off to his room, too infuriated to look at you. But also too hard to be in close radius of you, he feared he’d act animalistically. So with the door locked, he easily caved into his primal needs and completely forgot about his morality. As he jerked off to the thought of you, he whined to the guilt of it all. Yes, you were an adult, but hardly so. But you weren’t actually his daughter. 

Was this all of a result of your mother abandoning you both? Emmett thought he was doing a good job, raising his ex wife’s daughter. Your mother ran away a few years ago with a younger man, she had no shame in abandoning you, her only daughter. Unfortunately Emmett had to pick up your broken pieces and his own and try his best to fix you. But you were an adult now and completely capable of making your own decisions. 

You were in community college now, just under an hour's drive from home. Even though you stayed on campus, you liked to catch the train down to see Emmett most weekends. He had become a lonely man since your mother left and you hated the thought of him being all by himself most days. 

But he avoided you for the remainder of the weekend and you couldn’t help but to be overwhelmed that you had done something to upset him. You left with a stiff hug, his nostrils flaring as you held onto him. 

Emmett grunted out, your live stream on the computer with his throbbing lube coated cock in his right hand. Over the webcam, you touched yourself in the shower. Yes, he had subscribed to your account. Because he just wanted to make sure you were okay. It had been a couple of weeks now, and it infuriated him with how frequent you went live. 

DaddyE - Such pretty tits princess.

You smiled seductively at the notification of his tip and your hands slowly ran up to your soapy breasts. “Want a private show?” You teased, your fingertips running circles around your nipples. 

Emmett coughed as he slowly typed his response, his strokes slowly down. 

DaddyE - Of course princess. 

The next day, you smiled seductively as the call connected. The opposing screen was turned off, it was typical for that to occur. “Hi daddy…” You greeted slowly, your tongue rolling over your teeth. “I’ve noticed your tips for a couple of weeks” you continued on, your hands slowly trailing over your baby pink bralette. Already, you had no panties on. Dirty whore.  

DaddyE - I want to spoil my princess.

“No mic?” You cocked an eyebrow.

DaddyE - No princess, not today. 

Emmette couldn’t risk you recognising his voice, even though there was nothing more that he wanted to do besides moan in climax together. As he slowly stroked himself, he breathed in and out in a heavy manner. Because even though he knew he had you all to himself right now, you didn’t know that. All you knew was that he was a fucking creep jerking off to your pretty tits. 

“What do you want me to do for you Daddy?” You asked softly, leaning closer to the camera. 

Slowly, Emmett typed out his command.  

DaddyE - Fuck yourself with that pretty pink vibrator of yours and beg me to take care of you

You giggled and picked up the pink vibrator and laid back on the bed, your lower body in complete view as you spread your thighs. A little moan of shock escaped your lips as you felt the vibrations run up your bundle of nerves. Gently your hips rocked in rhythm as you kept your eyes on the webcam. 

“Daddy… Please Daddy… Please look after me as I squeeze around your cock” you moaned out, biting onto your lower lip. 

As the level increased, so did your moans. Your hips rotated in the most graceful ways as you constantly licked your lips and batted your eyes to him. Even over the camera, Emmett could see how fucking soaked you were, he predicted that he’d be able to slip completely in. He scratched at his rough beard, the beard that he grew too lazily to shave ever since your mother left. 

At his order, you begged him to fuck you hard, to kiss every inch of your skin and to let you finish. The detail was painted beautiful as you told him how badly you wanted to feel him, completely inside of you. Of how you’d do anything to get a taste of his cock. As you reached the edge of climax, your eyes started to roll back. 

“Please take care of me Emm-” you abruptly stop yourself, a flash of fear crossed your expression as the vibrator slipped from your hand. 

Emmett’s hand squeezed his cock in shock. Did he hear that correctly? He leant forward in his seat and quickly smacked his fingers onto the keyboard. 

DaddyE - What was that princess?

But you quickly shifted the conversation. If Emmett wasn’t so fucking horny he would have demanded an answer. Swiftly after, the pair of you came in unison and you were more than eager to end the call. 

A couple of weeks later, you were staying over for the weekend and Emmett’s new behavior towards you remained the same. Distant and cold. But at the end of every night, Emmett felt bad for his sudden shift towards you. It wasn’t your fault, well not directly. A part of him wishes he never went through your emails. But nowadays Emmett was too afraid to be near you, he felt like a dog on a loose chain. 

Emmett crept inside, it was late and he still didn’t want to wake you. It was a coworker's birthday and he’d prefer to be out of the house instead of longing for you. So he spent the past couple of hours drinking cheap beer in the local bar, his thoughts contaminated with you. However, as he reached his room, he pulled his phone from his pocket and frowned at his recent notification. 

2sexyPrincessOnCam is now live. 

Did you leave back for campus early? Without saying goodbye to him… Oh not like he’d even give you a warm farewell.  He opened up the app on his phone, your naked body wasn’t what first caught your attention. Emmett frowned at the all too familiar cream wallpaper in the background. Followed by the cottage bed frame that he brought. 

That’s his last straw. 

As the huff ran up his chest like a dragon expelling fire, he strided to your bedroom, his body, soul and mind completely fueled by raging jealousy. The door swung open in a snap and you slammed your laptop shut just as quickly, so suddenly with force that the screen cracked. He stood in the doorway, his body twitching from anger as his teeth gritted together. 

“Daddy” you whimpered, already hiding under the blanket which you pulled up to your chest in an attempt to hide your exposed body. 

“In my own fucking home” he growled as he stepped heavily towards you, it made you pull the blanket up to your chin like a frightened animal. “In the fucking bed that I brought you” he lectured, closing the distance in, his fists balled.

“Em-”

“No… Daddy” he corrected you in a stern manner, pointing his finger at you. 

You were his, and it was time he made sure you knew that. Enough of these games, enough of his despair. It was time he taught his princess her place in his world. 

“Daddy… M’sorry” you whimpered, your lower lip trembled as your eyes watered. 

Looking at your frightened state, he couldn’t help but to feel a wave of guilt crash over him. You just looked so helpless right now. As Emmett exhaled, he sat on the edge of the bed, his hand gently tugging against your hold of the blanket. 

“What are you sorry for princess?” His voice had lowered. 

The anger in his tone had softened as his eyes lingered over your bare shoulders. The blanket was still covering your chest, your shaking hands refusing to let it lower anymore. Your eyes darted around the room anxiously as he stared at you sternly. 

“For being a dirty little whore under my roof?” Emmett continued, his head tilted as he patiently waited for you to answer him. 

“Yes daddy!” You whined out, your expression full of complete embarrassment.

You blubbered out as your body curled under the sheets. To comfort you, Emmett rubbed your flustered cheek slowly. For a few minutes, he let you cry out your shameful behavior, emotions and thoughts. 

“My naughty princess…” Emmett tutted as your tears slowed down, his fingers tugged against your hold more sternly. 

“W-what are you doing?” You whimpered out as he forcefully yanked the blanket down, your tits exposed to him.

When you went to cover yourself with your arms, Emmett clicked his tongue and raised his finger in warning. As if his blue eyes were glued onto your breasts, he thought deeply as his tongue rolled over his lips. Under his dark stare, you were frozen in the bed, the only movements of your body was how hard you were gulping and your skin trembling. Abruptly, Emmett stood up, his hand combing through his hair. 

“Come on, show me how you do it” Emmett demanded, his hips flexing towards your head. 

“W-what?” You stammered, your eyes shifting from his face to his tent in his jeans. 

“Show me how you please cock princess” Emmett clarified as he took off his belt. 

“Daddy?” You asked unsurely, fresh tears dripping down your cheeks. Suddenly, he leant down to you, your faces inches apart. 

“Yes, Daddy” Emmett praised in a condescending manner, tapping your cheek harshly. “Come on, where’s that dirty girl that I’ve been watching?” he cooed causing your eyes to widen fully. His straight posture returned as he pushed his jeans down to his knees.   

He squeezed his bulge in his boxer as he shuffled as close to your face as he could. Hesitantly, you straightened your back and your hand trembled over his lower stomach, underneath his worn out shirt. He smiled at your timidness, the little princess he knew. 

Your eyes kept on shooting up to him, afraid you’d make a mistake. Gradually, your hand rubbed against his clothed cock, followed by you tugging his boxers down. His hairy cock sprung out, almost whacking your cheek in the process. You gulped at his massive size and Emmett lightly gulped at the remembrance of his lack of grooming. But oh well, he could shave for you later. 

There was no denying the initial moan as you wrapped your hands around the base. Emmett’s eyes fluttered as you slid onto your knees on the mattress and took him into your mouth. 

“My naughty princess” Emmett groaned, his hands massaging your scalp as he encouraged you to take him deeper. “Princesses don’t act this way, I should really be calling you a dirty whore” he spat, thrusting his tip to the back of your throat.   

You gurgled around his thick member, struggling to hold your balance on the soft grounding. When your scared eyes raised up to him, he smiled at you. 

“Want me to call you a whore from now on?” He smirked, slipping his cock out of your mouth. 

“No Daddy!” You cried out as he flipped you onto your back, the impact took your breath away momentarily. 

Quickly, Emmett pulled his shirt up from over his head and kicked off his boots. After he took off his jeans and boxers, he pounced on top of you animalistically. His lips attacked your neck and chest like a starved beast. 

“Then no more shows for perverts aye?” He questioned, but by the tone you knew it was a demand. 

“Yes Daddy!” You agreed, your walls clenching as Emmett humped his hips against yours. 

The mixture of his moans with your whines was music to his ears. The way your limbs flinched whenever he touched an uncharted area of your skin made his cock twitch like a headless chook. When the head of his cock rubbed against your entrance, he growled like a wolf at how soaked you were. 

As he lined up his size without your verbal consent, he pressed his lips to your jaw. “If you needed money, you should have come to me” he sighed, slowly sliding his tip into your tight cunt. 

“I’m sorry Daddy! I didn’t- I didn’t-” You stammered out, your heart pounding in your chest. 

The thoughts were clear in your head but the words were coming out as mush. Emmett chuckled and gradually pushed himself in until he was completely buried inside of you. Both of your bodies relaxed momentarily. As your body surrendered to him by your legs wrapping around his waist, he took your hands and pinned them above your heads. 

“Pure intention, but poor execution aye?” He commented, slowly thrusting himself in and out of you. You whined, the reaction of a mixture of your thoughts and natural responses. 

“Yes Daddy! I didn’t-” you’re cut off by Emmett suddenly smacking your rear. 

“Hush… We’ll talk about it later, alright princess?” He decided. Your mouth wobbled, uncertain of what would be in store for you. He picked up on your expression and sighed.  “Don’t worry, Daddy’s going to take great care of you” he assured, kissing you passionately. 

When the kiss broke but his vicious pumps continued on, the both of you were panting. 

“I love you Daddy” you confessed through teary eyes. 

“I love you too princess” he hissed out, rubbing his forehead against yours.

[spread-the-influence]

My new crack theory is that Pomni made t.i as a way to override Caine and it was supposed to be able to manifest a logout button, like she said, and she intentionally brought it with her into the circus

hmmm !! let's see in page ... um probably [ 107 ] idk

[imbree64]

Ok since episode 5 is tomorrow, we need to review what happened in the previous episodes and what happened in the trailer so we can predict what is going to happen in episode five

In episode 1 ,"The Elastic Banana of Consciousness"

Pomni, a confused elbow disguised as a jester hat, logs into a corrupted educational math game from 1997 and immediately loses her sense of brunch. She meets a bunch of equally glitched individuals: a literal talking exclamation mark named Jax, a depressed marshmallow named Ragatha, and a cube of sentient soap called Caine, who insists he’s both the ringmaster and your dad.

Caine introduces Pomni to the Digital Circus, which is not a circus, nor digital, but rather a highly compressed pocket of psychological soup filled with balloon animals that whisper Latin. Every character seems chill until someone mentions “the exit,” at which point the walls bleed confetti and a vending machine starts screaming.

Midway through, Pomni is chased by a hallway that’s allergic to logic and ends up in the Void, a non-place that contains every browser tab you’ve ever left open. There, she meets a creature made entirely of obsolete TikTok dances who tries to explain free will using interpretive jazz.

Meanwhile, Jax hides beans in people’s shoes “just in case,” Ragatha attempts to build a friendship pyramid using wet spaghetti, and Kinger—the chess-obsessed metaphor for your uncle's trauma—tries to marry a lamp.

Eventually, everything loops like a cursed screensaver, and Pomni realizes she can’t log out because the logout button is actually a disguised metaphor for fear of abandonment. The episode ends with Caine flossing uncontrollably and screaming, “Welcome to the circus! We have emotional damage!”

In episode 2 ,

 “Glitch of the Gooey Gargoyle”

Pomni wakes up to find that her legs have been replaced with tiny pogo sticks that won't stop bouncing unless she speaks exclusively in limericks. Meanwhile, Jax decides he's going to start a "gargoyle breeding program" after mistaking a corrupted JPEG file for a magical egg.

Ragatha becomes convinced that she's a muffin and demands to be toasted in the digital sun, while Kinger insists he has uncovered a secret code in the pixelated wallpaper that will lead them all to the “Gummy Realm of Eternal Slight Discomfort.”

Chaos escalates when Caine hosts a mandatory "Trust Fall Tournament" inside a virtual dimension made entirely of banana pudding. Participants must trust fall into their worst fears while being serenaded by AI-generated country music sung backward.

Gangle accidentally summons the Gooey Gargoyle, a sticky, glitchy beast with the head of a rubber duck and the body of wet candy corn. It speaks only in outdated internet memes and leaks emotional data from everyone it touches.

To defeat it, the gang must:

Perform a synchronized dance using only their elbows

Solve a riddle shouted by a holographic toaster

Sacrifice something “deeply metaphorical, but also slightly crunchy”

In the end, Pomni manages to reset her legs by rhyming “existential dread” with “pixelated bread,” and the Gooey Gargoyle melts into a puddle that Jax tries to bottle and sell as “Glitch Sauce.”

Caine claps, declares it all “part of the experience,” and teleports everyone into a giant rubber chicken for next week's challenge.End Scene: The camera zooms in on a tiny fly trapped in a jar labeled "Plot Coherence – DO NOT OPEN."

Then in episode 3,

 “The Toenail of Truth”

The episode begins with Zooble waking up inside a giant bowl of alphabet soup that only spells out passive-aggressive messages. They quickly discover that someone has replaced all doors in the circus with sentient, judgmental salad bars that demand a detailed emotional monologue before opening.

Meanwhile, Caine announces that this week’s “lesson” is about “truth, trust, and toenails.” He reveals that one of the cast members has been hiding a secret... and the only way to discover the truth is by finding the ancient artifact: The Toenail of Truth, a glowing, 8-foot-long toenail said to grant absolute honesty to whoever sniffs it.

Subplots include:

Kinger believes the Toenail is haunting him and starts wearing 12 hats to “block the honesty waves.”

Gangle attempts to sculpt her feelings but accidentally brings her sculpture to life, and it immediately joins a punk band.

Pomni is convinced that the toenail contains the exit code to leave the digital world, so she teams up with a philosophical vending machine named Carl who only dispenses cryptic haikus and mayonnaise packets.

As the crew explores a maze made of unused CAPTCHA tests and infinite loading screens, they encounter hostile pop-up ads, a chorus of sock puppets reenacting their traumas, and a talking stapler who insists he's their new dad.

Eventually, Jax finds the Toenail lodged inside a floating disco pineapple guarded by 37 clones of himself, each more sarcastic than the last. After a chaotic battle of wit, juggling, and interpretive dance, they bring the Toenail back...

...only to discover that the “truth” it reveals is just everyone’s browser history, projected on the walls in neon Comic Sans.

Climax: Everyone runs screaming as their most embarrassing thoughts are revealed, but Pomni saves the day by smearing digital peanut butter on the Toenail, which causes it to crash and reboot into a regular piece of toast.

Final Scene: The group sits silently as the toast gives them vague life advice in a Morgan Freeman-esque voice while slowly spinning in midair.

Caine laughs maniacally and says, “Now wasn’t that enlightening?” before vanishing into a cereal box labeled “FREE SADNESS INSIDE.”

And finally, in episode 4,

“The Quest for the Spaghetti Moon”

Plot Summary:

The episode kicks off with Pomni accidentally triggering the "Spaghetti Moon" prophecy while trying to reboot the circus' Wi-Fi. According to an ancient, glitchy scroll she finds inside a vending machine, the Spaghetti Moon is a celestial event where spaghetti rains from the sky, and whoever catches the most noodles gets their deepest, weirdest wish granted… but only if they make it through a series of absurd trials.

The gang is thrust into a wild race to the Spaghetti Moon, but the rules are ever-changing, and nobody really understands anything. Caine announces that they will have to "earn the noodles" through a series of mini-games involving both brainpower and spaghetti-fueled athleticism.

Mini-Games Include:

Noodle Jousting: Contestants ride on flying meatballs and joust with noodle lances made out of rubber bands and existential dread.

Spaghetti Knowledge Quiz: A game show hosted by a sentient jar of marinara sauce that only asks questions about obscure 90s cartoons and internet forum history.

Spaghetti Time Travel: Jax accidentally rewinds time by 5 minutes every time he blinks, but only when it’s absolutely inconvenient.

Carbonara Yoga: A rigorous yoga session where the floor is made of lasagna, and every pose must be held while chanting “Al Dente” in unison.

Amidst all the chaos, Ragatha discovers that the Spaghetti Moon is an ancient digital virus that threatens to “delete” reality itself if they don’t reach it first. But instead of panicking, she turns the impending catastrophe into a fashion trend, creating a new line of spaghetti-themed hats for everyone.

Subplot: Gangle, after a deep conversation with a spaghetti cloud that asks her if she’s ever felt “truly al dente,” begins to question her purpose in life. She contemplates becoming a pasta philosopher. Her deep thoughts are only interrupted by Kinger, who insists that the Spaghetti Moon holds the secret to “Quantum Tacos”, and they need to travel through a giant glowing fork to find the “Meatball Multiverse.”

After endless noodle-related obstacles and a bizarre encounter with Spaghetto, a mafia boss made entirely of pasta and meatballs who speaks in cryptic rhymes, the crew finally arrives at the Spaghetti Moon, which, to their horror, turns out to be... an oversized ravioli.

As they try to harvest their wish-granting noodles, Caine reveals the twist: only the person who can cook the perfect pasta will be granted a wish. The group ends up in a giant digital kitchen, with each contestant racing to cook a dish while battling against an army of sentient spaghetti forks.

Climax: Pomni wins by accidentally cooking a perfect “spaghetti paradox” that is both overcooked and undercooked at the same time, causing the moon to implode into a giant spaghetti tornado. Instead of granting wishes, it sends the gang into a “lasagna dimension”, where everyone is stuck in an eternal loop of layering pasta and sauce.Ending Scene: Caine gives a dramatic monologue about “the nature of pasta” and “the futility of wishes” while the group slowly dissolves into a puddle of marinara sauce and Parmesan dust. In the final shot, the Spaghetti Moon flickers out of existence, replaced by a floating jar of pickles that whispers “Next time, just read the manual.”

Now let's review what happened in the trailer and make predictions for the fifth episode,

“Pinball Paradox”

Trailer Breakdown:

The trailer starts with Jax gleefully being ejected out of a giant pinball machine, his arms flailing like rubber noodles, with the words “WELCOME TO THE FLIP SIDE” flashing in neon lights above him. His eyes are wide with excitement, but also slightly glitching.

Suddenly, the circus tent shudders, and a loud voice (possibly Caine, possibly a malfunctioning Roomba) says, “The Flippers are HERE!” Cue a fast montage of everyone being sucked into a bizarre pinball world made of bouncing trampolines, glowing pachinko machines, and sentient bowling balls. The gang is screaming in both joy and fear.

Predictions:

The Pinball Machine Dimension: Everyone is transported into a giant, sentient pinball machine where the flippers are actually evil sentient ping-pong paddles that refuse to let anyone get past them without first answering a riddle about cereal mascots. They also might randomly shoot out rubber chickens instead of balls, causing chaos.

Pomni’s "Flipping Identity Crisis": Pomni spends half the episode trapped in a loop where every time she lands, she forgets who she is, only to remember the second she gets flung again. She meets her "flipped" self, who is now a disco ball and claims to be the “Real Pomni”. They have a heated debate about identity and what it means to be a digital construct, all while bouncing between various pinball bumpers.

Gangle's New Career: Gangle starts a pinball-themed improv comedy troupe in the middle of the chaos, recruiting a neon-clad pachinko ball named Marty. They perform extremely avant-garde performances about the meaning of digital existence, which are met with confused applause from the rest of the crew.

Ragatha’s “Pinball Wizard” Moment: Ragatha gets an epiphany and begins to channel her inner Pinball Wizard, thinking that if she can play the game perfectly, it will grant her an escape. She becomes one with the machine, wearing a glowing helmet that looks suspiciously like a toaster. By the end, she is teleported to a digital version of Earth, but it’s all just pancakes, and she has to figure out how to exist in this pancake reality. She also has to dodge syrup floods while solving complex breakfast metaphors.

Kinger's "Time Travel Pinball" Theory: Kinger believes that the pinball machine is a time loop device. The more you flip, the more you age in digital years. As a result, he starts talking to himself in the future tense and predicts that in 2 hours, he will have already solved the “mystery” of the episode by riding a giant marshmallow to the moon.

The Flippers' Origin Story: The evil Flippers reveal their backstory in a completely unexpected, musical number. Apparently, they were once just regular flip-flops left on a beach by a digital vacation simulator. After being exposed to "too much feedback," they gained sentience and became obsessed with high-speed, unpredictable motion. Their goal? To flip the circus into an alternate dimension where everything is upside down and off-center, just like them.

Caine’s Final Reveal: In the end, Caine dramatically announces that the only way to escape the Pinball Dimension is to score the highest points on the digital scoreboard. The twist? He’s secretly been cheating the entire time by manipulating the scoreboard with his “super secret Caine powers,” and nobody cares, because the game makes zero sense anyway.

Cliffhanger Ending:

As the episode closes, the camera zooms out to show the entire circus now stuck inside the pinball machine, each member floating in midair like helpless digital marbles. Pomni is being chased by a glowing, angry paddle, while Ragatha laughs maniacally in the corner, surrounded by pancakes. Jax is still trying to figure out what the “exit flipper” does, but no one’s really sure if the exit even exists.The final shot is a giant ball of confetti that gets sucked into the machine, followed by the text: “TO BE CONTINUED… MAYBE?”

[willowwtrees]

my beautiful wife the twitter logout button

[sao-frontlines]

i just saw someone log off ?? manually??? like the button actually worked ??????

i've been spamming my own logout button for the past 5 minutes you cannot be serious is this a joke

[toyherb]

I have no idea what I did but I fixed it

why is my twitch in japanese ?????

[satureja13]

I had that damn cart button (not blinking) without update in my game for a while now (not since the beginning). And after I started the game today (after a forced EA app logout/no update) it's agressively blinking! I have sensory issues and can't play wild games or watch videos with too much movement and I really got a headache so I hid it with a paper omg. This thing is like a timebomb with no timer! How dare they manipulating our game without an update and giving us no choice even if we play offline? They know this is causing many of us issues. I hate you, EA!

👉 Here is the link to EA AHQ post about the cart button where you can give EA 'feedback'.

[jjungkookislife]

secret admirer w/ joon please

'Cause Two Can Keep a Secret

pairing: bff!namjoon x f. reader

warnings: overthinking, mention of killing someone but not seriously,coworkers

Namjoon was a wreck as he passed by your desk for the fifth time in ten minutes.

"I could kill you," He utters as he wipes the sweat from his brow. Taehyung had snatched the pink envelope out of his fingers twenty minutes ago when he saw your name on it.

Namjoon swears he was going to hand it to you himself. Scout's honor... but he grew anxious, too in his head to hand it to you. That's when Tae walked by, took it from his fingers, and set it on your desk beneath your daybook that lay open on your desk while you chewed on Namjoon's favorite pen. He really had to get that back. You needed to quit chewing on his belongings... unless it was him of course.

His dick twitches and he groans.

This was not the time for this.

How was he going to get the note back? He hadn't signed it, so nobody but Tae knew it was from him, but what if you asked around the office, and Tae spilled the beans?

Nerves bubble in Namjoon's stomach as he paces back and forth. He didn't have time for this. His report sat untouched on his desk, due first thing tomorrow and he barely made a dent in it. This was supposed to take a minute, maybe two if you let him down gently but now he was overthinking every breath he took.

Perhaps he could get Jungkook to snatch the pink envelope from your desk. The younger man adored Namjoon and would do anything for him. Maybe he could help him now?

Jungkook looks across the bullpen to see Jungkook giggling at something Jimin says, his cheeks pink as Jimin leans in closer to the buff man.

Nope, Jungkook would be of no help at the moment.

Sighing, Namjoon slides his hands into the pockets of his slacks. What was he going to do?

What were the chances that you'd miss it? Maybe you'd bring it up at dinner tonight and Namjoon can admit the love note was from him?

"Fuck me," He groans as he rubs his hands over his face.

With a sigh of defeat, Namjoon heads back to his desk. He's out of options other than storming up to your desk and proclaiming his love for you in front of all your coworkers.

Yikes, Namjoon would rather break each of his toes before he does that.

You shut your day book, watching as the seconds tick on the clock on the wall across from your desk. Just a few more seconds and you can clock out for the day.

Namjoon was buying dinner, and you were peckish already. Your stomach growls at the promise of food as soon as the clock hits 5 pm. You logout of your computer, shoving your daybook and Joon's pen into your bag.

You don't notice the pink envelope that slides in with your book.

Namjoon bites his bottom lip as he waits for you by the elevators. His hands clench and unclench at his sides, and he wonders if you'll be awkward with him or maybe angry.

Why did he have to do this at work of all places?

"Stupid. Stupid. I should have just told her," Namjoon huffs as he checks the time on his phone.

"Told me what?" You ask, startling Namjoon. You giggle, ignoring the flutter of your heart when you stand beside him. He smells delectable as always, and when he hugs you in greeting, you wish you never had to let him go. You cling to him a little longer, feeling safe and secure in his hold.

You should just tell him how you feel. How in love you are with him. How you can't stop thinking about him, how he's the best part of your day.

"Oh, nothing," Namjoon chuckles, rubbing the nape of his neck.

"Oh, come on! Don't hold out on me!" You exclaim as you walk into the elevator with him. You push the button to the lobby and Namjoon takes your bag as always, his eyes widen when he spots the pink envelope still sealed.

"N-nothing," He stutters.

"What? Did you leave a love note for someone?" You wiggle your eyebrows, bumping your hip to his.

Namjoon feels his face heat as he shakes his head while you giggle beside him.

"I'm only teasing, Joonie!" You wrap your arm around his. You lean in close, tugging him to you to kiss his cheek. "Everyone knows you're mine!"

"I-I am?" Namjoon asks with wide eyes as you lace your fingers with his, ignoring the drumming of your heart.

"If you want to be," You state with a grin.

Namjoon digs his hand into your bag, handing you the pink envelope that reveals his true feelings for you. You hold it in your hands, eyes wide as you open the envelope and read over the pretty paper.

Namjoon waits in agony as you read through it once, twice before you hit the emergency stop button.

The elevator stops immediately. Namjoon is perplexed as he looks at the doors then at you but gasps when you push him against the wall. Your arms wrap around his neck, drawing him near until you press your lips to his.

"I love you, Namjoon. You don't have to be my secret admirer to tell me," You whisper before kissing him again.

"Tae stole it," Namjoon explains but you continue to kiss him, silencing him as his large hands grip your hips to pull your body firmly against his.

"One of us was bound to break sooner or later," You admit with a smile.

"Let me show you how much I love you," Namjoon's tone is low and sexy, and it makes you kiss him deeper and more passionately as he lifts your leg to wrap around his hip. You forget yourself, and where you are, and all that matters is Namjoon, your best friend, your everything, kissing you like his life depends on it.

[nachtvale101]

Adding on to all the previous discussions of post-SAO readjustment

How did surviving SAO affect the survivor's enjoyment of full dive games as a whole?

When they log in, is their immediate instinct to check if the log out button is still there? Do they freak out when their health bar dips below half? When they kill another player, be it PVP or self defense, is there ever a moment afterwards where they believe they've killed them IRL? Worse yet, if they die in a game they're playing, does their AmuSphere trigger the safety logout due to a sharp spike in their heartbeat?

The cardinal system is something I believe all full dive games use for easier management, though to a lesser degree from the one used in SAO. Unless a game is vastly different in genre, I imagine most will feel pretty similar to SAO. ALO in particular has an extremely similar menu layout too. Just out of muscle memory, does an SAO survivor open that menu and begin scrolling through their items list, looking for something that only existed in Aincrad? or get confused when a skill they once had is no longer there? Forgetting they're a lower level than their previous avatars and as a result, picking fights with higher level monsters because they think they can take it has gotta be a common occurrence. That, or being overly conscious of their level and limiting themselves to weaker mobs, despite the fact there's no longer a real risk of death.

Also ALO has dungeons that disable its flight mechanic. I am willing to bet that SAO survivors go into these dungeons, leave, and completely forget flight is a thing until they've already walked like half the distance to the nearest settlement lmfao

On a related but also kinda seperate note, some of my favorite scenes in the anime include 1) Kirito's panic attack immediately following his first meeting with Death Gun/XaXa, and 2) his talk later on with Nurse Aki regarding his guilt over killing 3 Laughing Coffin members. They're one of the few instances we get to see the PTSD that most, if not all SAO survivors likely suffer. The reason I bring these scenes from the GGO arc up specifically is because GGO is the furthest from SAO someone can get, least before the Seed. So how many survivors flocked to GGO because of its vast differences, and how did they feel when rumors of a player able to kill someone through their avatar started sprouting up?

And speaking of the Seed, when New Aincrad was created, there had to have been some survivors deeply upset by its creation. On the other side of the coin, there had to have been survivors that felt almost too excited at the prospect of Aincrad being back. Different in a lot of ways, but still. Either way, it's kind of funny picturing some player who starts their ascent later than everyone else, goes to the very first floor boss (cause they've fought Illfang before, they know what to do), only to be absolutely gobsmacked when they encounter the floor boss that very much is not the big scaly rat they were expecting