#Debra Men

[clubkidandcollectives]

[debrawilsonluv]

Debra & Orlando, my faves 🤎

[carzenriq]

Dries Van Noten // Spring 2024 Menswear #PFW - Paris Fashion Week

Good bye, Dries!!

[flopbftheo]

i could rant for days about OTHER people being annoying about ME not eating meat and getting their panties in a twist over it even though it does not affect them even in the slightest

[areyoudoingthis]

yall need to start blocking terfs instead of interacting with them on your posts and giving them visibility

[atavist]

An ob-gyn in Virginia performed unnecessary surgeries on patients for decades. He took their reproductive organs, gave them false cancer diagnoses, and did other terrible harm. When his victims learned the truth, they fought back. Issue no. 146, DAMAGES, is now available: 

[Debra] requested her medical records and was stunned to find discrepancies with what Perwaiz had said to her during appointments. Most glaringly, she didn’t see any mention of precancerous cells on her cervix; the tests Perwaiz performed on her had come back normal. “If I was normal,” Debra said, “why did I have a surgery?”

There were other inconsistencies. One form from an appointment described Debra complaining of back and pelvic pain, which she told me she never did. Another document dated the day before her surgery stated that she “insisted on having those ovaries removed through the abdominal wall incision and not vaginally,” and that the “consent obtained after entirely counseling the patient [was] for abdominal hysterectomy.” In fact, she had requested the opposite surgical approach, and she recalled no such conversation with Perwaiz; the only time she’d spoken with him in the lead-up to her procedure was in passing in the hospital hallway.

Debra was sure she had a malpractice case. She went to several lawyers, but none of them would take her on as a client. “So many men—man after man saying, ‘You had a decent amount of care, and that’s all you’re afforded,’ ” she said. Frustrated, she came up with a new plan: “I said, ‘Alright, I’m going to learn how to sue this bastard myself.’ ”

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

Rebuild & Restore - Chapter 9

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Kiyana stared off in the direction that Elijah had walked off in, rubbing her arm in the spot that he had grabbed. “Oh naw, he ain’t getting away with this shit.” She muttered as she stormed towards Alexis’ room. She knew how it felt to have a cheated husband and she would never want another woman to feel the way she had. 

“Oh, Kiyana! Bae this is the girl I was telling you about.” Alexis smiled at Kiyana as she walked into the room. “Thank you for paging him. I don’t know what he has a phone for, he never answers it.” Alexis teased her husband, staring up at him with adoration and love in her eyes and Kiyana felt like she was gonna throw up right then and there. It made her sick to know that Elijah was nothing more than a cheating sociopath, just like Josh. 

“Well, I'm happy to help.” Kiyanna finally responded, having to tear her eyes away from the couple in front of her. Her eyes kept wandering down to his wedding ring and all she could think was ‘how could I be so stupid.’  This man was married with THREE kids that he failed to mention. How sick can one person actually be? 

Kiyana checked on Alexis and the baby, not looking in Eli’s direction, even though she felt his eyes on her. His cheating, deceiving eyes.  “Everything looks good right now. If you need anything, just hit that red button right there and someone will come to help.” Kiyana recited the lines from the employee handbook perfectly before turning and walking out of the room before Elijah or Alexis could say anything. 

She closed her eyes and leaned against the closed door, letting out a breath before walking over to the nurses station. “Girl, you still taking care of her?” When Kiyana nodded, Debra shook her head. “You better than me.”  

“I wanted to tell her so bad how much of a scumbag her husband is” Kiyana spat out. Eyes narrowing on the door to room 302. “But something in me just couldn’t. Maybe cause I’ve been in her position before.” Kiyana shrugs, looking down at her bare left hand and frowning. 

Your ex-husband cheated on you?” Debra asked, giving Kiyana a look of pity, which Kiyana ignored. 

“Yup, he um- he cheated on me while I was pregnant with our youngest.. With some chick he worked with.. Same exact situation, different roles.” Kiyana said as she made eye contact with Elijah who had just walked out of the hospital room. He walked past the nurses station, head held high as he ignored the glare Debra was sending his way. 

“If you wanna go home. It’s okay. I’ll cover for you.” Kiyana shook her head. 

“Nope. I am sick and tired of letting men ruin my day.” 

“Daddy can we go see mommy at work?” Josh stopped searching his mother’s refrigerator for something for his boys to eat and checked his watch. 11:54 am.  it was almost time for Kiyana to go to lunch anyway. 

“Yeah, we can do that. Go tell grandma we leaving.” He said sending Kaiden to do his dirty work. Talisua was beyond pissed at him, ever since he told her he crashed Kiyana’a date a couple of days ago. She had called him selfish and insensitive. He agreed with the selfish part, because he was, he wholeheartedly agreed with that. He wanted Kiyana to himself and he was going to do everything in his power to get his wife… ex-wife back. 

“You couldn’t come tell me you were leaving on your own?” Talisua asked as she walked into the kitchen holding Kairo and Josh sighed. 

“Ma’, I don’t wanna fight with you.” 

“I don’t wanna fight with you neither son. I just want you to understand how unfair you are being to Kiyana.” Josh sighed again and resisted the urge to roll his eyes, not waiting to get smacked upside his head. “She deserves to move on.” 

“And I deserve a chance to fix my mess. To make everything right again.” Josh stressed, staring his mom down, he was tired of hearing that Kiyana needs to move on, because no the hell she doesn’t. “Pops cheated on you and had Melvania and you still stayed with him and had four kids. He deserved a second chance, so why don’t I?” For the first time in 38 years, Josh had stumped his mom. He knew bringing up his father’s cheating ways was mean and unnecessary, but he needed to get his point across. 

“Me and your father were not married though Joshua! He didn’t break a vow to me like how you did to Kiyana.” 

“That’s not fair ma’” Josh shot back. “Pops wanted to make things right and you let him, why are you giving me a hard time when I’m trying to do the same?” Talisua’s features softened as she walked closer to her son and grabbed his hand. 

“Son, it’s not the same. I know you wanna fix things with Kiyana. I would love it if y’all were back on the same page, but you hurt her. You hurt her during one of the toughest moments of her life because of your selfishness. Yes, your father has made mistakes but he allowed me to work through my pain on my own, he gave me space and that’s what you’re not giving Kiyana.” 

“Space? She already went on a damn date mom!” Josh responded, raising his voice. "I know I messed up, I admit that. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to fix things. Kiyana means everything to me."

“Joshua,” Talisua said softly, squeezing his hand gently, “I know how much she means to you but, She needs space okay? Just let her come back to you.” Josh shook head head 

“Nah, I can’t just sit back and watch while she dates other men. I can’t do that.” 

“Then, I can’t help you Josh. You’re own your own.” Talisua handed Kairo over before walking out of the kitchen. 

“We don’t need her,” Josh muttered to a smiling Kairo. “You’ll help me get mommy back right?”  Josh let out a sigh before calling out to Kaiden, “Kai, come on. Let’s go see mommy!”  

As Josh and his two boys were heading towards his truck, he let out a groan as he saw Joe leaning against it. 

“Uncle Joe!” Kaiden called out, letting go of his fathers hand and running towards Joe, who swooped down and picked him up.

“Man whatcho’ big ass  doin’ here?”  Josh asked, unlocking his car door and placing Kairo in his carseat. 

“I ain't come to argue with you.” Joe said softly. “Jon said you might be here and I just wanted to talk,”  Josh sucked his teeth and moved to the driver's side, starting the car and rolling the windows down. “Josh, I told you the other day I was sorry about how all that shit went down with Kiyana.” 

“Aye Uce,” Josh chuckled bitterly,  “You fucked my wife. Then called me so I could hear it!” Josh seethed, damn-near snatching Kaiden out of Joe’s arms. “You lucky you not six feet underground.”

Joe and Josh stood there staring at each other. Josh’s eyes were filled with hate and anger while Joes’ was filled with regret and sadness about how this whole situation went. He still believed in his heart that Kiyana deserves someone better than Josh, but he also knew that the love that they had for each other was genuine and real. Joe would be a hypocrite if he held Josh accountable for his cheated, it’s not like Joe hasn’t cheated on his girlfriends in the past. 

“Look I’m sorry alright? I don’t wanna fight with you no more Josh. I miss my favorite cousin.” Josh’s eyes softened at Joe’s confession. 

“Daddy, I thought we were going to see mommy?” Kaiden interrupted the two of them and Joe looked at Josh with hopeful eyes. 

“Y’all going to see Key? Can I come? I was going to see her before I left for Miami.” Josh started shaking his head, he opened his mouth to tell him no but Kaiden spoke again. 

“Hurry! Or we’re gonna miss mommy!” Kaiden yelled out growing inpatient. 

“Fine, Get in the damn car Uce.” Josh grunted out, lip curling in disgust as Joe opened his passenger side door and slid his big ass in. 

12:00 pm. 

Kiyana leaped from her chair and grabbed her bag immediately heading for the elevator. “Take as long as you want!" Debra called out and Kiyana gave a thumbs up in return just as the elevator doors closed. Since there was a ban on cell phones during work hours, she had to wait to tell Samara all about Elijah and his lying, cheating ass

She let out a curse as she looked down at her arm where Elijah had grabbed, a nasty bruise had formed. Just looking at the bruise had her blood boiling. ‘I should go back up there and tell his wife everything.’ She thought as the elevator doors opened up on the ground floor. 

Kiyana had pulled up Samara’s contact and was about to press call when a loud “MOMMY!”  echoed around the surprisingly quiet main entrance. An immediate smile was on Kiyana’s face as she recognized her son’s voice. 

“Kai!” Kiyana called out, kneeling down and capturing him in a tight hug that she needed at that moment.  

“Hi mommy, I miss you.” Kaiden muttered into the shirt of her scrubs and it took everything in Kiyana not to burst into tears right there as she placed a kiss to the top of his head. 

“I miss you too Kai.” 

“Damn, I be gone weeks at a time and he’s never ran to me like that” Kiyana rolled her eyes with a chuckle before turning towards Josh and… Joe? Who was pushing Kairo in his stroller. Her eyes widened as she took in the two Samoans. 

“What the fuck?” She whispered. She tried to asked him what he was doing there, but all she could muster was another , “What the fuck?” 

As Kiyana stood to her full height, the bruise on her arm caught Josh's attention. “What’s that?” He asked, drawing Joe’s attention to the bruise as well.

“Oh, it’s nothing, I bumped into something earlier.” She muttered, looking anywhere but at Josh and that's when he knew she was lying. 

“Kiyana.” He narrowed his eyes on her. “That shit wasn’t there this morning.” 

“Josh, please.” She pleaded. “Y’all came here to eat, so let's go do that.” She said grabbing Kaiden’s hand and walking towards the cafeteria but Josh grabbed her other hand, stopping her. “Josh, stop” She whispered and he shook his head. 

“It was that nut ass dude you went out with wasn’t it?” 

“Aye, he put his hands on you KiKi?” Joe chimed in and Kiyana’s bottom lip quivered and that’s when Josh lost it. 

Josh's jaw was clenched tight as he asked her, “Where he at Kiyana? He thinks he can put his hands on you and get away with it?” 

Kiyana shook her head,  "Josh, please," she pleaded again, placing her hand on his chest, trying her hardest to calm him down, but he was pissed and past the point of calming down. “We got the kids here.” 

“And they need to see what happens when someone puts their hands on their mama. I don’t play that shit Key, divorced or not.” The elevator doors opened and Kiyana cursed as Josh’s eyes zeroed in on Elijah. “You put your fucking hands on my wife?” Josh called out and before Elijah could even comprehend what was going on, Josh walked up and threw a mean right hook, knocking Elijah down to the ground. 

The security guard, who had overhead what Elijah did, took his time getting up from his seat. He stretched and yawned before slowly making his way over to them. Kiyana took the stroller from Joe and pushed him in Josh’s direction, “Please do something!” She called out, covering Kaiden’s eyes so he wouldn’t see what his dad was doing. 

“Josh.. Josh come on man, you got him.” Joe said as he pulled Josh off of Elijah but not without getting his own kicks in. 

“Alright, that's enough” The security guard called out as he finally made his way over to them. 

“This shit ain’t over!” Josh called out to Elijah who was holding his jaw, glaring at him. “Imma catch ya’ bum ass again!” Josh pushed the guard away from him and grabbed Kiyana's hand, leading her out of the hospital. 

“And don’t put your hands on my mommy again!” 

Welp... Honestly.... i can't write a fight scene to save my life but imma work on it and trust, this aint the last time Josh gon get his hands on Elijah!

If then ending seems rushed, I apologize it is 3:35 am and I wanted to get this out b/c I won't have any time later on in the day to publish 🙃.

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[thehmn]

So I randomly fell down a GTA V hole and I want to write a long post about how this game from 2013 about hyper masculine violent men made for teenage boys surprisingly tries to teach it’s players to be more accepting of people but also I want to know who on the game developer team has a cucking fetish because men are getting cuckolded left right and center followed by them being humiliated by the lover.

The yoga scene with the fit young instructor rubbing it in Michael’s face that he’s sleeping with his wife but also kinda flirting with him while talking about Michael being impotent culminating in Michael ending up in the pool? That might as well be cuckold porn.

Then we have poor little Floyd who sits at home in his fiancé’s apartment worrying about his penis size while she’s off fucking some guy named Bob.

And if you’re into some really hardcore stuff you’ve got Trevor cuckolding a biker, then talking about fucking the biker instead and finally killing the biker by stomping on him.

And you know it’s kink because the women never face any consequences (Debra only died because she shot Floyd) As in all cuckold fantasies it’s the men’s own fault because they couldn’t satisfy their woman. It’s like watching a Tarantino movie and knowing all those shots of feet aren’t innocent.

[vintageshanny]

Show and Tell

Content: This is a smutty/fluffy one-shot inspired by pictures of Elvis crouched down on stage next to fans. 😉 18+

As Elvis started the opening notes of “Love Me Tender,” Debra jumped up as if on cue and rushed toward the stage, possibly elbowing a few other women out of the way. She was determined not to miss out like last night.

Elvis was making his way down the front of the stage, stopping every couple seconds to lean down and give out kisses. Right as she squeezed herself through the crowd to the edge of the stage, he looked right at her and made eye contact. He crouched down in front of her, his legs spread open while he rested his arms on them. Debra found herself face to face with the inseam of his pants. Each stitch seemed strained, struggling to contain his broad thighs and his…. Debra forced her gaze upward from his crotch to see that his stormy blue eyes were twinkling, and a knowing smirk had spread across his face.

“What’s on your mind, honey?” Elvis teased, noting the way her emerald green halter top draped over her chest.

Debra bit down on her lower lip, her nerves almost getting the better of her. This is the only chance you get. She forced her mouth to form the words. “I just want to show you how special and loved you are.” She let her eyes wander over his body again and back up to his face.

Elvis blushed and chuckled, responding right into the microphone. “I’ll tell ya honey, we might have ta save that for after the show. W-would ya settle for a kiss right now?”

Debra grinned and nodded, leaning forward over the edge of the stage as Elvis got down on one knee and dipped his head toward her. She reached up and rested her hand gently on his thigh as their lips touched. He tasted so soft and sweet. His lips parted ever so slightly as he pulled back, his warm breath mixing with hers. He grabbed her hand from his thigh and gave it an affectionate squeeze.

“Ya tryin’ ta get me riled up in front of all these people?” This time he moved the microphone away from his mouth, giving her a wink before he stood and moved along down the line of women, each hoping for her own private moment with him.

Debra ignored the dirty looks some women were giving her as she returned to her seat. She felt like she was on cloud nine - she had gotten a kiss, touched his body, and - best of all - made him laugh!

I guess I can die happy… Debra settled back into her seat and watched Elvis quietly conferring with someone toward the back of the stage before starting the next song. This is what heaven feels like…

As Debra floated out of the showroom, her body still buzzing with the excitement of the evening, she spotted two men in sunglasses whispering and gesturing toward her.

“I’m tellin’ ya that’s her,” one of them grumbled, advancing toward her. “Hey honey, would ya like ta meet Elvis?”

“Oh, um,” Debra stammered, wincing a little bit at being called “honey” by this strange man and wondering if she should trust that he worked for Elvis. A vision of herself being led into a dark alley flashed through her mind before she noticed he was wearing a very expensive-looking pendant with Elvis’ TCB logo.

“We’ll just tell him you’re not interested,” the shorter of the two men declared, clearly growing impatient with her indecision.

“No, no, I’ll go.” It’s an adventure at least, right? Debra thought to herself, hoping for the best.

“Good.” Joe turned abruptly, indicating for her to follow. He knew his ass would be handed to him if he came back without this girl. Elvis rarely zeroed in on a specific girl in the crowd, but when he wanted something, he really wanted it. “No party, just the girl in the green shirt,” he’d instructed.

Debra followed the men into the elevator and up to the top floor. She wondered if this is how call girls felt - being led into a world you didn’t belong in. They walked down a plushly carpeted hallway and stopped in front of an unmarked door. The taller, heavier man did a little tapping rhythm and waited for a response, which was so faint Debra couldn’t make any words out. The men seemed to understand though and opened the door, closing it behind her as she nervously stumbled alone into a blast of air conditioning.

Elvis was sitting alone on a couch in the middle of the room, still wearing his sweaty jumpsuit, his head tilted back against the pillows. Debra anxiously straightened her navy blue miniskirt and made sure her halter top wasn’t revealing anything that shouldn’t be revealed. Then she walked quietly toward the couch, unsure if Elvis even realized she was in the room with him.

Debra sat down gingerly next to him and cleared her throat. “Um, you wanted to see me?” she whispered hoarsely, her voice seeming to vanish with most of her courage.

Elvis lifted his head and looked at her. He looked exhausted, but a broad grin spread across his face as his eyes drifted down to her green top. “Honey, you’re a sight for sore eyes!”

Debra’s insides quivered as the word “honey” rolled off his tongue.

“Y’know, I wasn’t gonna see nobody tonight cuz I’ve been a bit under the weather, but your offer made me reconsider.”

“My offer?” Debra repeated, confused. To be fair, her head was swimming from being this close to him, drinking in his aura.

“Weren’t ya gonna show me somethin’?” Elvis’ eyes twinkled mischievously as he prodded for a response. “Somethin’ about lovin’ on me, showin’ me how special I am?” He let out a big, uninhibited laugh at the sight of Debra’s face turning pink. “Honey, I’m jus’ playin’ around. I don’t expect nothin’ from ya. Just wanted ta talk. Gets lonely up here sometimes.” Debra sensed that “up here” did not mean in the penthouse, but in whatever stratosphere Elvis resided in.

“Well, I did mean what I said,” Debra whispered, trying to will her face to cool down. “But I just didn’t think I’d get the chance. I didn’t think you’d really notice me.”

“Honey, I see a lot from up on that stage, but the sight of ya bouncin’ down toward me will stick in my mind for a good long time.” He reached out and traced a finger over her collarbone, sending a shiver through her. She knew without looking that her hardened nipples were now on full display through the thin material of the halter top. Elvis laughed again as her blush returned. “What’s your name, honey?”

Debra cleared her throat and tried to regain her confidence as she announced her name, but the word “Debra” just sent Elvis into more hysterics.

“Oh honey, you’re too much. Debra. It should be no-bra.” Elvis could barely regain his composure, and Debra started giggling in spite of her embarrassment. His fits of laughter were contagious.

“Elvis, that’s not funny,” she protested through tears of laughter.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” Elvis panted, finally pulling himself together. “D-Debra honey, I wanna talk some more, but let me put on somethin’ more comfortable, okay? I gotta get out of this sweaty jumpsuit.”

Debra nodded and watched as he rose from the couch and disappeared into what she assumed was his bedroom. She was dying to barge right in and peel that sweaty jumpsuit off of him herself, but she didn’t want to invade his privacy. Debra smiled when he returned wearing a pair of navy blue pajamas.

“I guess you weren’t kidding about getting comfortable, hmm?” She laughed. “Now I feel overdressed.”

Elvis’ mischievous grin returned in full force. “Honey, don’t let me stop ya from changin’ that. You’re certainly welcome ta under-dress yourself.”

It’s now or never, Debra thought, somehow summoning a superhuman confidence as she kicked off her platform heels and rose from the couch.

“If you say so.” Her voice came out in a husky tone as she unzipped her miniskirt and let it drop to the floor. Elvis’ eyes widened as he sank back down on the couch and watched her. She reached behind her neck and untied the straps of her halter top, the shimmery green fabric fluttering down, her breasts now on full display for him.

“Oh damn honey, I guess you really are a woman of your word.” Elvis could feel his body responding as he looked at her standing before him in just her lacy panties. “Cuz I feel very special right now.”

“You should.” Debra straddled his lap and leaned in close to his ear as his hands caressed her bare body. “Because I don’t do this for just anyone.” She kissed those soft sweet lips again, their tongues intertwining as she started unbuttoning his pajamas, letting her hands memorize every inch of his chest and torso before moving down lower. Elvis moaned into her mouth as she slipped her hand inside his pajama bottoms, feeling that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “I guess neither one of us is a fan of undergarments,” she teased.

Elvis half-laughed, half-moaned as she started pumping him with her hand. “I-I-I jus’ wanted ta give ya easy access to show me what was on your mind before, honey.”

“You want me to show you? This is what was on my mind.” Debra slid off his lap and down between his legs, pulling his dick out of his pajamas, touching her lips to the wet tip of it before pulling back to really appreciate the view in front of her, the way his foreskin had rolled back to reveal the sensitive head just begging for some affection.

“Oh God honey, don’t tease me. Kiss me some more,” Elvis moaned as she pressed her lips to him again, this time letting her tongue swirl around and taste the arousal leaking out of him.

“You taste so good,” she whispered, wrapping her lips around him and taking him in as deep as she could. Elvis reached down and played with her nipples while she sucked on him, letting out little groans of satisfaction. Suddenly his head tilted back and his breath started hitching. He jerked his hips up and she felt him pulsing in her mouth, his cum spurting out.

“Oh shit, honey, that felt so good.” Elvis leaned back against the couch, too spent to even tuck his goods back in his pants. Debra took the opportunity to straddle him again, enjoying the feeling of his softening dick rubbing against her most sensitive spot through her wet panties.

“Honey, I can take care of you, too,” Elvis whispered, already half-asleep.

“Shh, this was about you right now,” Debra soothed, holding him close and running her hands through his dark hair, their bare chests pressed against each other. “You are special and loved.”

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[identityflawed]

i hate that all the sigma tiktok males discovered dexter like they have zero media literacy

(same with the boys, american psycho, etc)

they calling debra a bop for sleeping around like you just don’t get her like i do. it’s textbook daddy issues how can you not understand that when you clearly also have them!! i love her dearly. she clearly subconsciously seeks validation from older men around her to make up for what she never got from her actual dad.

they be hating on laguerta like she isn’t a (somewhat) accurate representation of a WOC in a very sexist, sometimes racist workplace (police precinct). of COURSE you have to play politics. of COURSE you’re gonna be a little conniving. it’s the only way to win when these people are putting you down. and when a white woman rolls in (debra), of course you’re gonna try and hold ur ground against someone who has slightly more social leeway than you when all you’ve had to do is claw your way up. (laguerta was still in the wrong for this but i feel like it’s always misinterpreted).

wbatever.

[uyuiuyui2]

The Supreme Court's decision at the end of June came as a surprise - overturning a number of state laws and legalizing nationwide the controversial new betting technology that allowed one to pay a flat rate in order to bet in pounds of fat rather than dollars. Within a week, an advertisement campaign was launched across the country for various competing betting apps, each offering questionable terms.

The men who lucked out due to the technology were quick to crow about it and post comparison photos on Instagram, Facebook and TikTok, but the less fortunate seemed to quickly recede from their social media platforms. For many, Thanksgiving was the first time that they had to lumber into homes and show just how much weight they'd gained in a matter of months.

"Jesus - did you see cousin Jake?" "Oh, I know - Aunt Beth's gonna kill him. She had no idea he had gotten that big and there's no way he'll fit at the table now. We're lucky the couch can hold him."

"He said he's actually got another bet going right now - he's practically glued to the tv checking the score. Swears it's his last one - he brought an extra set of his skinny clothes in case he wins." "And what is he supposed to wear if he loses?"

The rest of the uncles and cousins joined him in the living room while the women prepped dinner. The stakes of the game felt that much higher. For nearly half an hour, Jake's team seemed like they'd win by a mile. The relief in the air was palpable - men were cracking beers and jokes.

"See! That's how a Thompson man does it - high risk, high reward! Can't let a few setbacks get you down, you gotta keep pushing forward."

"Eat up, big guy - once that weight comes off you're gonna be stuck eating salads and chicken to maintain those abs. Might as well enjoy one last Thanksgiving as a fatboy!"

Suddenly though, the mood changed. There were unlucky fumbles, and the opposing team was making a brutal comeback. A few of the more mature uncles excused themselves, while the drunk cousins continued to cruelly laugh, delighted either way by the game's outcome. One Uncle caught Jake's ear as he lumbered towards the bathroom - "Now listen, son, the quick way isn't always the right way. At some point you gotta stop digging that hole you're in. Start hitting the gym, fixing up your diet. I don't want to see you even bigger at Easter."

As the game drew to a close and more weight piled on, Aunt debra called out from the kitchen "For God's sake - would someone take his phone? He's trying to place another bet!"

[hellomxmath]

I finally found "the points matter to me.txt"

Made this back a decade ago. This is the point totals from "Whose Line is It Anyways" based on the US run from 1998-2007.

I just copied and pasted the list as is. So, here is the top 3 point earners with everyone else in the read more.

Chip Esten: 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,002,000,033,000 Ryan Styles: 1,003,013,982,424.5 Colin Mochrie: 1,003,013,027,331.5

Kathy Greenwood: 1,000,000,071,310 Wayne Brady: 5,007,348,810 Dennis (Audience): 1,500,000,000 Greg Proops: 1,001,095,121 Hugh Heffner: 10,000,000 Brad Sherwood: 2,155,985.5 Karen Maruyama: 1,004,450 Dayna (Audience): 1,002,000 Audience 1x12: 1,000,000 Italian-American Independent Business Men: 1,000,000 Whoever made Drew's shirt: 1,000,000 Jewish Defence League: 1,000,000 Estate of Cab Caloway: 100,000 Denny Siegel: 58,050 NAACP: 10,000 Marine Guy (Audience): 10,000 The Censor: 12,000 Drew Carey: 9,000 Laura Hall: 7,100 Linda Taylor: 5,100 Bruce Springstein: 5,000 Kathy Griffin: 5,000 Jeff Davis: 4,000 Ian Gomez: 4,000 Stephen Colbert: 3,000 Whoopi Goldberg: 2,500 Colin's Wife: 1,400 Ryan's Wife: 1,400 Patrick Bristow: 1,100 Bald Guys (Audience 1x15): 1,000 Guy who burns Props 1x16: 1,000 Shaking Camera Man 1x17: 1,000 Larry the Camera Operator: 1,000 Men Jim (Audience) works with: 1,000 Wayne's Mom: 1,000 Everyone who has seen Ryan Naked: 1,000 Josie Lawrence: 1,000 Tina's Fiance (Audience): 1,000 People watching WLITA from Scotland: 1,000 Kris (Audience): 1,000 Margie (Audience): 1,000 Ryan's Chiropractor: 1,000 Amy and Christia's (Audience) Dress maker: 1,000 Robin Williams: 1,000 Katherine (Audience): 1,000 Micky (Audience): 1,000 Molly (Audience): 1,000 Roaches: 1,000 Diana (Audience): 1,000 Gloria (Audience): 1,000 Ann King: 1,000 Doug (Audience): 1,000 Karina (Audience): 1,000 Debra (Audience): 1,000 Girl who payed Ryan's Girlfriend: 1,000 David Hasselhoff: 1,000 Margret (Audience): 1,000 Bridee (Audience): 1,000 Valerie (Audience): 1,000 Ann (Audience): 1,000 Dude who Played New Recruit 1 (Audience): 1,000 Dude who Played New Recruit 2 (Audience): 1,000 Dude who Played New Recruit 3 (Audience): 1,000 Everyone else who is not listed but in 6x05: 1,000 Confused Man (Audience): 1,000 Lin (Audience): 1,000 Mary (Audience): 1,000 Matt (Audience): 1,000 Mirha (Audience): 1,000 Kathy (Audience): 1,000 Vena (Audience): 1,000 Andrea (Audience): 1,000 Bill (Audience): 1,000 Jenny (Audience): 1,000 Giselle (Audience): 1,000 Rachel (Audience): 1,000 Whose Line: 1,000 Anybody who knows who Bush Wack Bill is: 1,000 Carrottop: 1,000 Wayne's Wife: 400 People Sitting Behind Drew (Audience 1x13): 100 Hansel (Fairytale): 100 Gretel (Fairytale): 100 Kathy Kinney: 50 Chanel: 5.5 Dolorass: 1

Note: Only countable points are calculated here. No money and the like amounts or uncountable (ie zillions) points are included. When points were given in a range of numbers, the highest amount of points was added to total score. Points may be off by a few thousand. I have a life, so I multitask.

The points do not matter, but I did this anyways.

[creator-freak]

I've done the fortune telling thing with all the men and... Roy is DEFINITELY the ore eager to be in love lol

But now I'm wondering.. what's going on with Thomas? He's the only one who received a bad fortune really, in love with someone who doesn't love him back?

Is it old Candy again?? Or will his arc be a Debra 2.0?

[hannahssimblr]

By the time I pull the car up to the curb outside the Tengu house, my stomach is a bit sick. It’s in my head, I know, whenever I get anxious it goes straight to my guts, but knowing that doesn't really help. It feels real. My fingers are shaky over the buttons of my phone as I text Jen.

I’m here. Come out. 

I eye the house anxiously while I wait, scanning for movement behind those netted curtains in the living room, but there is none. I turn the radio on.

It’s that infernal Jason Derulo song again.

I turn it off. 

The front door opens and my heart picks up, but it’s not Jen, (which is the best case scenario) nor Michelle, (worst) but Rahim, and he’s waving me over.

Oh God.

I open the car door and climb out. 

“There’s a few things you left behind,” he tells me, “Debra and I collected them for you from around the house.”

He hands me a book I was reading a couple of months ago, my blue Yankees hat and a pair of white tube socks, washed, dried and folded with more care than they deserved considering they have a hole in the heel. 

“Thank you,” I say, then hesitating, “Is… is she doing alright?”

Rahim heaves out a sigh and throws his eyes to the ceiling, “she’s as you would expect,” a hand drops to my shoulder, “how are you?”

“Decent,” I say, because I'm not sure how else to express it, and we exchange pained smiles as his hand lingers there, warm through my t-shirt in a gesture that feels something like camaraderie. There is a sense that we are two men, suffering together in equal measure through this mess, but I don’t deserve his empathy. I made the mess when I broke up with Michelle. I've condemned this family to several months of crying and screaming. At least that’s how I imagine it, but nobody will give me any detailed information about how she’s dealing with it. It's probably not good for my mental health to find out.

I’m startled when Jen comes down the stairs lugging two big suitcases. She’s red. Her hands, the sides of her face, around her ears, and most noticeably the hair on her head. Bright, pillarbox red. I don’t know what to say. 

“The nice girl at the pharmacy talked me into it!” She insists once she sees the look on my face, “I was looking for black but she said everyone is doing this... red thing this summer so I thought, like, why not?”

“It’s all over you.”

“I know, it stains. I got it all over the basin of the shower and Debra is upset, but can we please not make a big deal out of it?”

I burst out laughing and she tries her best to look annoyed, but she can’t. The corners of her mouth betray her as she swerves around Rahim and shoves through the door past me, stalking towards the car with suitcases in tow. She knows it’s funny. 

I take a step back too, “Thanks for the things, Rahim, I’ll, um…” I’m suddenly struck by the fact that this may be the last time I see this man for a long time, but I don’t want to think about things like that now. I switch my tone to a more upbeat one, “Enjoy your summer. I’ll see you soon!” 

“Yeah, bye!” Jen calls out, already stuffing her things into the boot, “text me if you get the stains out of the shower!”

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[jorrated]

Your art style is both so wacky and colorful and usually depicts deranged men. Your evil art style would be, like, a b/w drawing of Debra from accounting

BEHOLD. my evil style.

[emma-dennehy-presents]

Celebrating Black Queer Icons:

Lucy Hicks Anderson

Lucy Hicks Anderson was born in 1886 in Waddy, Kentucky. Anderson is known as a socialite and chef that became well known in Oxnard, California from 1920 to 1946. She became the first black trans woman to defend her identity in a US courts. From an early age Anderson identified as a girl. On advice from doctors, Anderson's parents accepted and supported this. Anderson would attend school in gender affirming clothing, such as dresses, under a name of her own choosing, Lucy. At the age of 15 Anderson left school and began supporting herself through domestic work. At 20 Anderson moved to Pecos, Texas where she worked in a hotel. Anderson next moved to New Mexico, where she met her first husband, Clarence Hicks, in 1920. At age 34 Anderson, and her then husband, moved to Oxnard, California. Anderson proved herself a skilled chef and baker, winning some contests. Anderson's marriage to Hicks eventually ended in divorce. After which Anderson used money she had saved during the marriage to purchase a boarding house. The boarding house served as a front for a brothel, and the sale of alcohol during prohibition. Outside her time as a Madame and managing a boarding house, Anderson also became a well known socialite and hostess. Connections made during this time would prove fruitful during Anderson's subsequent legal troubles. It is said that Charles Donlon, a prominent banker, helped get her out of jail, after her initial arrest, on the grounds that he was hosting a significant dinner party that would have fallen apart without Anderson's involvement. In 1944 Anderson married her second husband, Reuben Anderson. About a year later, in 1945, a sailor claimed to have received a sexually transmitted infection from one of the women working in Anderson's brothel. This led to all women working there being subject to medical examination, including Anderson. When the Ventura County DA was informed that Anderson was assigned male at birth he chose to charge her with perjury on her marriage license. During this trial Anderson would utter the famous lines "I defy any doctor in the world to prove that I am not a woman." and "I have lived, dressed, acted just what I am, a woman". Anderson was ultimately convicted of perjury and sentenced to 10 years probation and her marriage license was deemed invalid. This also led to the Federal Government to charge Anderson with fraud, based on her receiving spousal rights from the GI Bill. Lucy and Reuben Anderson where both found guilty and sentenced to a men's prison. Anderson was forbidden by the court to wear women's clothing during this time. After their release Lucy and Reuben Anderson moved to Los Angeles, California where they lived quietly until her death in 1954, at the age of 68. Debra A Harley and Pamela B Teaster's (editors) Handbook of LGBT Elders (link to Archive.org copy of text) notes Anderson as "one of the earliest documented cases of an African-American transgender person". Anderson is the subject of the 2nd episode of HBO's Equal, where she is portrayed by actress Alexandra Grey.

This was definitely one of the more informative of these write ups, for me. I was familiar with both the quotes Anderson made during her trial, but didnt know anything about the woman. Wilmer "Little Axe" Broadnax has been mentioned in several of these end notes, so he is definitely next. I think i pretty much have the rest of these planned out, but as always, corrections and suggestions are welcome and desired.