#Do My Coursework Service

[sheerfreesia007]

Mathematic Equations

Pairing: Seungmin x Reader

Word count: 2,648

Content warnings: Fluff, cursing

Summary: When you find your grades in mathematics starting drop you recruit the help of the top scoring classmate to tutor you. Over the weeks of helping you and tutoring you the two of you find out just how much Seungmin doesn’t mind your hugs and touch.

A/N: Divider was created by @bernardsbendystraws, thank you for sharing your dividers with tumblr!

The large red bold C mocked you at the top of your mathematics test and sighed softly, defeated with yourself. You weren’t doing too well in the class and you knew that if you didn’t turn it around that you’d have to repeat the class since it was a requirement of your degree that you were studying. Your eyes darted around the room as you started to brainstorm ideas of how to turn your grades around when you spotted Kim Seungmin sitting at the front of the class looking down at his own test. From your seat you could see that he had scored top marks and you huffed softly in envy before an idea popped into your head and grew hopeful.

When the bell for the end of class rang you quickly packed away your things and rushed out of the classroom to wait just to the side of the classroom door. You were hopeful that Seungmin would agree to your idea of tutoring you so that you could understand the coursework better and pull your grade up so that you could pass the class. You watched avidly as the other students began to exit the classroom and when you spotted Seungmin exiting you stepped forward reaching a hand out to stop him.

“Hi, Seungmin?” you greeted him unsure if he’d be offended but he jerked back surprised at you calling out his name and he turned to blink at you owlishly behind his dark rimmed  glasses for a second before shaking his head. Your eyes followed the movement of his head noticing his dark colored bangs swaying back and forth on his head and you smiled softly at the cute image he presented.

“Yeah?” he asked curiously with a wary air and you wondered why he’d be wary of you.

“Can I talk to you for a minute? I swear I won’t take up a lot of your time.” you asked him trying to reassure him and he nodded his head while you guided him to the side so that you weren’t in anyone’s way as you talked. He stands there gripping the straps of his backpack while staring at you with wide eyes behind those pretty dark framed glasses, he looked so skittish as he waited for you to speak and you felt bad wondering if this was a good idea after all, you hadn’t wanted to make him uncomfortable. “Do you offer tutoring services in mathematics?” you ask softly and he blinks at you before tilting his head to the side curiously. “Look, I’m not doing so well in the class and I’ve seen your scores. They’re always the highest in the class. I just need help understanding the coursework and I’m desperate. So do you offer tutoring services?” you explain to him and he looks at you unsure.

“I’m sorry I don’t do tutoring. You might want to check with student resources.” he said softly and you shook your head quickly at his words as your eyes widened with desperation.

“Please.” you beg softly and his eyes widen as he stares at you. “I’ll pay you. Whatever you want I’ll pay it. I just need to get through this class for my degree and I can’t afford to retake it later.” you plead with him as you step closer to him and he sucks in a breath at your proximity. “Sorry, sorry. I’m just desperate.” you explain to him as you take a step back and rake a hand through your hair frustratedly.

You sigh out wearily figuring that this would be a long shot to ask him to tutor you. Your eyes dart around the hallway wondering if the student resources department would be able to help you quickly enough for this semester or if you’d have to retake the class later on this year. You huff softly before shaking your head and getting ready to leave Seungmin. “Don’t worry about it, I'll figure it out. Thanks.” you say softly and begin to turn to walk away from him when suddenly the weight of his hand on your arm stops you.

“I’ll do it. I’m not really a licensed tutor though, so I don’t know if this will work out. But I’m willing to try and help you out. I can help you go over the coursework after each class if you’re free?” he said unsurely and you whipped back around to him feeling elation fill you.

“Really?!” you ask him surprised and nearly vibrating with excitement and relief. He flinches back at your sudden movement and flinches even further when you grab his hands in both of yours. “Thank you! Thank you! I can’t thank you enough for this. Can we start tomorrow?” you ask eagerly and he smiles softly while nodding his head. You nod your head quickly and squeeze his hands gently before dropping them. “Thanks again Seungmin! We’ll talk about payment tomorrow okay?” you thank him and then rush off down the hallway waving at him.

The next couple of days soon become an easy routine for you and Seungmin as you both attend class and then head to the library to go over the coursework to help you better understand it. After the first couple of sessions Seungmin even pulls you to come sit next to him during class so that if you struggle he can try and help you during class. It’s a bit of a struggle at first, Seungmin has never tutored anyone before and your way of learning is completely different from his so he has to take his time figuring out what is the best way for you to learn things.

The two of you both grow easily frustrated when after the first week of him helping you your grades are still the same. But Seungmin reassures you and tells you not to give up as he tries different ways to help you understand the coursework. It isn’t until halfway through the second week of helping you that he stumbles over the best way to help you understand the coursework. After that he takes on an almost regiment persona as he helps you study both during class and your after class sessions.

It’s after class and you’re nervous since your professor had handed back a test that you took two days ago. Seungmin had grabbed your test before you could see your grade and had stowed it away with his own test so that the two of you could go over it together. You’re walking close to Seungmin as you both make your way to the library which has become a second home for you at this point.

“C’mon Seungmin, let me see my test.” you whine softly at him and he scoffs softly at you before shaking his head as the two of you enter the library. You both wave at the librarian who waves and smiles at the two of you before going back to her computer. 

“Let’s get to our table first and then we’ll look.” he told you and you huffed at him making him smile softly at you before shaking his head. Finally you both reach your table and you quickly turn to Seungmin with an eager look on your face, you had been working extra hard with him and you wanted to know if your efforts were finally paying off. “Relax, relax.” he said as he slipped his backpack off and unzipped it to grab your tests. You watched with bated breath as Seungmin looked down at your test, his face remained blank and stoic and you nearly felt like you were going to start screaming at him with your need to know how you did. But then he turned your paper around with a soft smile and your eyes darted down to see the B+ in red at the top of the page. You squeal happily before you’re rushing forward and wrapping him in a tight grateful hug as you beam proudly at your grade. When you realize what you’ve done you’re quick to release him and see his ears and face have turned bright red.

“I’m so sorry Seungmin. I just couldn’t stop myself. I’m so grateful for all of your help and it’s finally showing in my grades!” you apologize as your own face heats with embarrassment. You knew that he wasn’t a fan of touching, not after every time your hands had brushed during your studying sessions in the library he would pull away as if he was burned. 

“It’s okay, I know you were excited for this test. You did really well, I’m proud of you.” he reassured you and you melted at his words as you beamed up at him.

“Thank you. Wanna get started on the new coursework?” you asked as you slipped into your chair and Seungmin nodded as he took his own seat.

At the end of the next week when your professor hands back another test that you’ve had to take during the week you quickly follow on Seungmin’s heels as you make your way into the library easily waving at the librarian again as she smiles knowingly at the two of you while nodding her head. You don’t whine or as Seungmin to see the grade trying to be patient but you find yourself nearly tripping over your feet in your eagerness. Seungmin chuckles softly at you when he sees you nearly trip and you know he’s only going to tease you when you get to the table, over the weeks of helping you and Seungmin had gotten closer and more friendly with each other. While he was super smart he was also sarcastic and quick witted with a killer sense of humor which had surprised you at first but you had easily accepted it and followed along with his humor effortlessly.

“What do you have two left feet?” he teasingly asked you as he set his backpack down on the table and pulled out both of your tests you anxiously bounced on your toes trying to wait for him to show you your test.

“Don’t tease!” you whine softly and he chuckles at you before quickly showing you your grade. Your eyes dart to the large red A - at the top of your page and you squeal excitedly as you lunge forward and gab your test from his hands. “Holy crap Seungmin! This is the highest grade I’ve gotten so far in this class!” you gasp out excitedly as you stare down at your test before looking up at him. You tilt your head to the side as you see him standing there with his arms held open.

“Where’s my hug this time?” he asks teasingly and you flush brightly with embarrassment before you realize that he’s waiting expectantly for you to hug him. You quickly dart forward and wrap your arms low around his waist as you grin while his arms wrap tightly around you. “Your hugs give me motivation to teach you better. So maybe this next test we’ll get you up to an A.” he teased and you whined softly and stomped your foot as he chuckled at you and kept hugging you.

“You fucking menace.” you groan at him and he chuckles delightedly at your response before guiding you to have a seat at your table.

The rest of the semester is a whirlwind of study dates with Seungmin and worrying about your final grade for the semester. You continue to get better grades than before Seungmin had started tutoring you, you’ve now gotten one A, a few A minuses and a few B pluses under your belt. You’re hoping that with those better grades that they’ll negate the horrible grades that you had gotten at the start of the class and if you get a passing grade on your final you’ll be able to pass the class. Your professor has even mentioned that he’s noticed your effort and is proud of how you’ve managed to turn your grades around. You had proudly turned to Seungmin with a beaming smile to thank him and he had only dodged your praise as a blush colored his ears and neck.

Right now the two of you are making your familiar trek into the library greeting the librarian with distracted waves as you both race for your table. Your final grade and final class grade was just emailed out by the professor and you were nervous, almost nauseous to find out if you passed the class for the semester. After all this work and finding different ways with Seungmin on how to help you understand the coursework, if you didn’t pass you think you’d probably cry and then contemplate if this degree was the right fit for you.

The two of you quietly sat at the table and Seungmin looked at you from across the table worriedly, you were uncharacteristically quiet and he was worried that if you didn’t get a passing grade this would break you. Letting out a slow breath you both opened your laptops and quickly opened your emails. Seungmin without thought reaches out and grabs your hand which makes your head whip up to him with widened eyes and he smiles reassuringly at you as he gently squeezes your hand in his. The table is quiet as you both read your emails from the professor and after Seungmin sees that he passed the final with top marks and got the highest score in the class he lifts his head to see if he can gauge your reaction. You’re staring at your laptop screen with wide eyes in silence and Seungmin instantly worries that you didn’t pass.

“Hey it’s okay if you didn’t pass. I’ll help you again when you retake the class. Now I know how best you learn and understand things. It'll be easier to help you.” he says trying to reassure you as his thumb swipes across your knuckles gently. When you don’t say anything in response Seungmin grows even more worried and rushes to your side crouching down at your side to peer at your laptop. His eyes dart along the words in the email and his eyes widen when he sees that you not only passed your final but your class grade is passing! 

Standing quickly from his crouched position he pulls you quickly from your chair and wraps you in a tight hug as he celebrates with you. His chin hooks around your shoulder and he smiles proudly as he feels your arms wrap around him and then you begin to bounce against him in the hug. Your brain had just come back online and you were able to process that you had a passing grade for the semester.

“Oh my god Seungmin. I did it! You helped me get a passing grade!” you gasp out happily and Seungmin grins at you when he pulls away from the hug to stare down at you.

“You did it! I’m so proud of you!” he told you happily and you beam up at him.

“I could kiss you for helping me so much. I’m so grateful.” you gasp out still in shock and Seungmin smirks down at you.

“Then give it to me. I deserve it after having to teach you through half the semester.” he teases you wondering if you’d follow through. When you eagerly pull him down by the back of his neck and press your lips to his, Seungmin is shocked still until he melts against you and eagerly kisses you back. When he tilts his head his glasses slip down and hit you in the bridge of your nose causing the two of you both to chuckle softly. But soon Seungmin is diving back into the kiss as he blindly guides you towards the bookshelves by the table to hide and continue kissing.

SKZ Taglist: @kayleefriedchicken, @babigriin, @inlovewithstraykids, @channiesrightasscheek, @kaiyaba

@bookswillfindyouaway, @m-325

[ashen-char]

the altar is her hips 🔞

my masterlist, to check out my other works, is here

ship: anora mikheeva (anora) x fem reader

summary: it's finals week but ani convinces you into taking a sexy break with her.

word count: 2700+

notes: i had a strong urge to name this one "this is me swallowing (my pride)" but false god fit better than back to december lmfaooo. student fem reader suggested here, service top reader and ani loving to tell her what to do suggested here <3 thank youuu

You barely register the sound of heels on the linoleum, steadily clicking their way towards you. The library is packed, after all. With exam week coming up, there's more people here than there have been all semester. Everyone who had been pushing back their coursework is now suddenly cramming it in. You hate studying when it's too quiet anyways, you can't focus that way. Your eyes are glued to the textbook in front of you, words blurring together as you try to make sense of the impossibly dense material. The only thing keeping you going is the half-empty energy drink beside you, the chocolates you had instead of a proper dinner, and the distant promise of sleep - whenever that might happen.

Then, a familiar presence slides into the chair next to you. She must have come to visit straight from work, because it's damn near 5am. Ani's chewing some gum, snapping it between her teeth.

"Wow," Anora drawls, propping her chin on one hand as she surveys the mess of notes, highlighters, and sheer academic despair spread out across the table. "This is tragic. When's the last time you slept, baby?"

"Fuck. I don't know. I don't even think I got proper rest yesterday," you admit. You were tossing and turning all night, the only sleep you got being fitful at best. "I was reciting case study names in my head so I don't forget any. With AI bullshit, the uni's cracked down on making all exams closed-book."

"I can tell. Even your eyebags have eyebags." Ani, amused by her own joke, blows a bubble and it snaps. You roll your eyes, but that makes her smile, reaching over and running her thumb across your cheek. "Don't worry, they're designer. My baby's got Prada eyebags, for damn sure."

You hum in acknowledgement. "Yeah, thanks." Barely listening, unfortunately, even though you want to give your girlfriend all your attention. It's for both of you. All your efforts, your good grades, will culminate in a better life for the both of you. That's what you tell yourself when you have to blow off date night for a deadline anyhow.

Ani shifts closer, pulling out her bag. "I could put some BB cream on you at least," she offers.

You turn a page. The paragraphs are blurring together and while you swear you've read this before, it also looks brand new at the same time. You sigh, rubbing your temples, willing the information to stick. When you reach something you didn't remember from your lectures, you jot it down on your lined paper, highlighting the key words. "It’s exam week. I don’t have time to be cute."

"Good thing I’m cute enough for both of us, then." She grins, stretching her legs out so her foot nudges yours under the table. She’s wearing ripped jeans and a cropped hoodie that definitely isn’t hers - it’s probably yours, stolen at some point and now claimed as her own.

"Whisper at least, babe. If you're insistent on talking in the library." You gesture to all the other stressed-out students, your peers in suffering. While various courses have their exams spread out so there are no clashes, the energy of finals is potent in the air.

"Boring." You glance at her, but she’s already plucking one of your highlighters off the table, twirling it between her fingers like she’s contemplating doing something devious with it.

"How long have you been at this?" Anora asks. She picks up the stack of papers from your other classes, flipping absently through your notes and you watch in case she highlights something. "Because I’m gonna guess… too long."

"Since this morning. And all day yesterday."

Anora whistles. "You know, there are laws against self-torture."

You huff a tired laugh. "Not in Professor Raye's class."

She leans back in her chair, crossing her arms. "OK, here’s the deal. You take a break. Like, a real fuckin' break. No ‘just one more chapter.’ No ‘let me just finish this section.’ You step away from this table, right now, and I will personally reward you with something better than whatever caffeine-fueled nightmare you’re living," Anora says, poking your metal tumblr that was once filled with iced coffee - probably melted and watered down now.

You narrow your eyes at her. "And what exactly is this reward?"

She smirks, tapping a manicured finger against the table. "Guess you’ll have to find out."

You exhale slowly, staring down at your textbook like it might physically pull you back in if you look too long. But then Anora nudges your chair with her foot again, insistent, and there’s something warm in the way she’s watching you - amused, fond of you, but also knowing. Like she’s seen a hundred people burn themselves out and decided you won’t be one of them.

You sigh, shutting the book. "Fine. Five minutes. But then I'm continuing this in my dorm. And I have to check this book out."

"Ten minutes."

"Seven."

"Nine."

"Eight and a half."

"Deal."

She grins like she’s just won something. It reminds you of the time Anora took you to Coney Island because you said you'd never been. That night was magical, and you two had so much fun taking turns winning each other prizes. That proud-of-herself gleam in her eyes as she presented you with a stuffed tiger. Anora stands and holds out her hand to you, the butterfly charms glued onto her pretty nails seeming to glitter under the cold library lights.

Snapping your textbook shut, you take Ani's hand when she holds hers out for you, with her standing up in a shot and grabbing her purse. "That's my girl," she purrs. "Grab your jacket, sugar. We're going somewhere that'll make you forget all about... whatever boring ass shit you were studying."

When she pulls you up, she doesn’t let go. She leads you out of the quiet, fluorescent-lit library and into the bustling campus streets. The cold air is sharp, but Ani seems unperturbed, skipping slightly as she walks. Her heels click against the pavement, drawing the occasional glance from passing strangers.

"You really think you can make me relax in eight minutes?" you ask, curious about her plan. You'll give her the benefit of not taking travel time into your little deal though.

"Oh, you'll love it. Promise, babe."

xx

Luckily, the location she had in mind was apparently your dorm room. Ani lies back on your bed with its cheap sheets, her long dark hair splayed out around her. The tinsel in it really makes her shine, if the body glitter isn't enough. When she's unbuttoning her jeans, you tease her, "if making me fuck you was the break you had in mind, remember you've still only got eight minutes."

"Eight and a half," she reminds. "Don't rush this. And get your shirt off."

She's wearing a lacy black bra and a matching thong that leaves little to the imagination, her pale skin glowing in the dim light of your room. She looks up at you with hooded brown eyes, biting her plump lower lip as she beckons you closer.

"Get that pretty face between my legs," Ani orders, her breath hitching with anticipation. "And don't you dare stop until I tell you to. Think of it like studying for that exam - except instead of boring old notes, you've got a girl in your bed. Lucky you."

You like when she tells you what to do. How to kiss her, fuck her, lick her. It's a dizzying push-pull of control, where you're the one bringing her to ecstasy but she's the one commanding you to get her there.

"C'mere, baby," she purrs, voice dripping with desperate desire. Her accent slips out when she's not thinking about it, too focused on getting you where she wants you. "I want your mouth on me. Now."

"Yes, ma'am."

Anora spreads her legs, revealing the damp spot clear on her panties. The sight makes your mouth go dry, your heart pounding in your chest. You've seen Ani dance, have felt her body pressed against yours, but this is different. This feels more intimate, more vulnerable. The time limit you've set on this also adds to the thrill.

"Start by kissing up my thighs," Ani instructs, her voice breathy. "Nice and slow. I want to feel those lips of yours."

You obediently lower your head, pressing soft kisses along the inside of her thigh. You can smell her arousal, musky and intoxicating, as you work your way up. Ani shivers beneath your touch, her fingers tangling in your messy hair.

"I like when you tease me, baby."

"Mmm," you hum against her skin. "I know."

"Fuck, just like that," she gasps, guiding you higher with her hands. "Don't stop, baby. Keep going until you reach-" A little gasp when your tongue flits out for just a moment. Tasting the sweat on her skin from hours under HQ's bright lights, from working hard.

You continue your ascent, kissing and licking every inch of her soft, creamy skin. When you reach the apex of her thighs, you hook your fingers into the waistband of her panties and tug them down slowly, revealing her glistening folds. Ani lifts her hips to help you remove them completely, leaving her bare before you.

"Look at me," she commands, tilting your chin up with her fingers. "I want to see your face when you taste me for the first time. I want to watch you lose yourself in my pussy."

"Position me then." You'll lose yourself in between her thighs over and over if it means Ani's directing you. "You guide where I go."

Her eyes darken. You know she loves the control, it's what she appreciates about dancing at the club and getting suckers falling for her movements. Her grip tightens on your hair, guiding you downwards until your face is mere inches from her glistening folds. The scent of her arousal fills your nostrils, sweet and musky. It's almost overwhelming, in the best way possible.

"Start by kissing up and down the lips," Ani instructs, voice breathless. "Get them nice and wet with your mouth first. Show me how much you worship this cunt."

You lock eyes with her, your breath catching in your throat as you lean in close. Your first lick is tentative, a soft swipe along her slit to test her flavor. Ani tastes sweet and tangy, her arousal coating your tongue. It's intoxicating, and you find yourself wanting more.

Trailing open-mouthed kisses along her lower lips, you relish the silky smooth skin and the taste of her excitement. Knowing that it's all yours. You made her like this. You can feel Ani squirming beneath you, her grip on your hair tightening.

"That's it, baby. Just like that," she encourages, her hips rocking subtly against your face. "Now, focus on the clit. Suck on it, flick it with your tongue. 'til you feel it throb."

You do as you're told, capturing her clit between your lips and suckling gently. You flick the sensitive bud with the tip of your tongue, feeling it swell and stiffen from the stimulation.

"Ah fuck!" Ani gasps, her head falling back against your pillows. "Don't stop, nngh - just like that. Your tongue feels so fucking good." She's almost ranting mindlessly now, sounding so out of it as you keep going.

You can feel her growing more and more aroused by the second, her juices coating your chin and dripping onto the bedsheets below. You don't mind though. You'll buy a spare set some other time, after exam week has come and gone. The taste of her is intoxicating, and you know you could spend hours worshipping her like this.

"Mmm, you're a natural at eating pussy, ain't ya?" Ani giggles as her thighs clench around your head, trying to sit up to look at you know. "I knew you were hiding some skills under that nerdy exterior."

"My favourite meal."

"Oh fuck," Ani whimpers, her head falling back against the pillow as you start to eat her out in earnest. "Don't you dare fucking stop, babygirl. Put that tongue to work, baby. Bury it in my cunt. Show me how badly you want to please me."

You feel a rush of pride at her words, determined to impress her even more. You drag your tongue back down to her entrance, pushing past the lips to thrust your tongue inside, fucking her with the slick muscle.

Everything starts to become a blur. It could have taken hours, maybe minutes. You delve in deeper, your tongue plunging into her hot, tight center. Ani's walls clench around you, like her cunt is trying to pull you in even further, eager for more. Desperate. Aching. You lap at her greedily, savouring her taste and scent, relishing in the way she writhes beneath your touch. You squeeze your own thighs together, your own center throbbing in response.

You relentlessly thrust your tongue in and out, curling it to hit that spongy spot you know drives her wild. Ani is writhing underneath you, fisting the sheets and writhing against your probing, relentless tongue.

"I can't believe how good you're making me feel," Ani confesses, "No one's ever worshipped my pussy like this before. Like they actually gave a fuck about making me, oh God, making me cum."

You glance up at her, seeing tears glistening in her brown eyes. You slow down your movements, gentling your licks as you take in her expression. "Hey, hey... don't cry," you murmur, pressing a tender kiss to her clit. Slowing it down. Letting her acclimate to it all. "I'm here. I'm right here. And I'm not going anywhere."

"You really mean that?" Ani asks, her voice choked with emotion. "Because, fuck, I mean... no one's ever said they loved me like this before. Like I'm a real person, not just-not just a warm hole to fuck or something."

You feel a lump form in your throat and you blink back your own tears. "I mean it," you promise her fervently. "I love you, Ani. I love every fucking part of you, from your fierce spirit to your broken places to this perfect, greedy little cunt."

Their words seem to be what Ani needs to hear to reach that delicious, mind-ruining peak. She comes undone with a sharp cry, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her pussy spasms and clenches around your tongue, gushing her release into your eager mouth. She tastes hot and wet, a little sweetness to it. You lap it up greedily, humming in satisfaction as you work her through her high.

As her tremors subside, Ani goes limp on the bed, her chest heaving with exertion. "Holy shit," she whispers, a dazed look on her face. "That was-I can't even..."

You crawl up her body and gather her into your arms, holding her close. Ani buries her face in the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of your skin. You stroke her hair soothingly, letting her come down from her intense orgasm.

"Thank you," Ani murmurs, pressing a kiss to your jaw. "Thank you for seeing me. For not just wanting to fuck me and then throw me away. I'm not used to feeling so - I dunno, shit - appreciated? Worth something?"

You tilt her chin up and press your lips to hers in a deep, tender kiss. 

"You're worth everything," you tell her. You'll tell her over and over again until she believes it.

Ani kisses you back just as passionately, her tongue sliding against yours. Tasting her own cum in your mouth and all over your face. It's filthy and yet still so romantic. When you finally break apart, you see her cheeks are streaked with tears.

"I love you too, you know," Ani declares, a fierce look in her eyes. "You're stuck with me now. Hope you know that."

And it's true for your sex, but especially true as you build your lives together. So you repeat, "you guide where I go."

Anora shoves your shoulder for that, but you can tell she loves it. Eventually, she goes limp against the sheets, panting and flushed. She looks down at you with glazed eyes and a lazy grin. "Not bad for a study break, huh?" she giggles breathlessly. "We make a good fuckin' team."

Looking at the clock, you're not surprised to see you've gone madly overtime. Her pussy just does that to you. Burrowing in Anora's sweat-slicked chest, you groan. You're too exhausted to study now. "I'm gonna fucking fail this exam."

[em-harlsnow]

heyy i've never sent an ask before but i just need to tell you that debbie's tiktok is my new favourite thing 😭😭 i genuinely can't stop thinking about them doing different trends and how the fans would react. like imagine a qna with questions from the comments or something with more of the family like a who knows me best: brother/sister vs husband

YES okay. I've been stressed all day and I need this. (Also rewarding myself with writing because I got a result back for some coursework and I was so happy with it)

part 4 of Debbie's TikTok

So Debbie sets up the camera again in the kitchen. Ian and Mickey are less annoyed this time after they realised that she was actually paying them good money for this. She has a list on her phone filled with comments on the introduction to Mickey video.

"Okay, so you're gonna be answering some questions together." Debbie starts. It's the first time the internet will be seeing them together, and she's eager to see the reaction that will come of it. She's going to be careful not to give her audience too much of them, because then she'll get less views and attention and therefore money after they get bored.

"Yeah, you said that." Mickey says.

"She's saying it for the camera." Ian mutters loudly to his husband.

"Alright. I have a list of some of the most liked or most frequent questions asked. The first one is when did you get married?" Debbie asks, ignoring their little comments.

Mickey stares at the side of Ian's head, eyebrows raised.

"What?" Ian asks.

"You better fucking know the answer." Mickey says.

"Of course I do, asshole. Three and a half months ago." Ian answers, smugly grinning in Mickey's face.

"Yep." Debbie says. "It was a really nice day. Next, who proposed to who?" One of the most frequent comments was actually who fucks who, but she doesn't think that's something that should be on the internet. She thinks it's shitty that people think they have the right to know that. She's actually pretty mad that she knows the answer to the question, because it just shows how loud Ian and Mickey are.

"He did." Mickey says. "Because he was being a dick."

Ian sighs. "Yeah, I did."

"Twice." Mickey adds, sulkily.

"We're married, Mickey. And I know you aren't actually still mad about that. You're just looking for something to bitch about." Ian grumbles, flicking Mickey's ear.

"No, I'm not."

"I proposed. And I had a whole speech prepared, but Mickey cut me off. Then he made me repeat it later." Ian says, smiling at the tips of his mouth.

Mickey smirks, leaning back in his chair. He's switched to smug, now. "Yeah."

"Next question was how old were you when you got together?" Debbie asks, planning on letting them have their little arguments and banter and deciding which parts to cut out later. Their dynamic will definitely give her good content.

"I was fifteen." Ian says. "You were... sixteen? Seventeen?"

"Sixteen." Mickey answers. "But that was the first time we fucked, not when we were together."

"Oh, well yeah." Ian agrees. "We were like 18 and 19 or something when we actually got together."

"Yeah." Mickey agrees.

"Okay. So, who's more romantic?" Debbie asks. It's not a particularly long list, but they both talk a lot, so it will make a decent video.

"I am." Ian says.

"Neither of us." Mickey says at the same time.

"I'm romantic." Ian argues, pouting about it.

"How?"

"I made you breakfast yesterday."

"Then you called me fat when I stole your PopTart." Mickey mutters.

"I did not fucking call you fat. I called you greedy, because you were being greedy." Ian says, appalled and gaping at Mickey.

"Maybe you were being greedy by not sharing your fucking PopTarts." Mickey pouts.

"I'm plenty romantic, Mickey. I arrange all our things."

"What things?"

"Like going on dates and shit. I arrange that."

"Yeah? Well I suck your monster dick all the time, so shut the fuck up."

"That's not romantic!" Ian shouts.

"Yes it is! It's something you fucking like. It's 'acts of service'." Mickey replies, eyebrows high on his forehead.

"You read that article I sent you? About love languages?" Ian asks, losing focus on the argument. It's not even an argument, anyway, considering neither of them are raising their voices.

Mickey shrugs. "I skimmed it."

Ian smiles at him. "Thanks."

"Fuck you." Mickey mutters, rolling his eyes when Ian puts his arm around his shoulder.

Debbie scrolls to the next question. "What's the key to having a solid relationship?" She asks.

Mickey grimaces and Ian gives a similar expression.

"Fucking a lot?" Mickey suggests.

"Shut up." Ian says, rolling his eyes. "We don't just fuck."

"We do fuck a lot, though."

"Not all the time." Ian says, widening his eyes at Mickey like he's trying to communicate without speaking. Debbie knows enough about them to tell that it's probably something to do with Ian's bipolar. How when he's low, they don't fuck at all. Or at least Debbie hopes they don't fuck at all. She knows Mickey, knows Mickey would definitely not do that.

Mickey sighs, losing the unspoken argument. "Yeah, fine. We don't just fuck."

Ian turns back to Debbie. "I don't know. There's no key. We just look after each other. We're good at telling each other when we're pissed off."

"Yeah." Mickey agrees, not having much to add.

"The next one's pretty deep, so if you don't want to answer it you don't have to. Or I don't have to put it in the video. But it's for Mickey. One person DMed me and asked how you cope as a partner of someone with bipolar disorder. They said they were struggling." Debbie says, a little embarrassed to be asking so she keeps her eyes down. A couple people DMed her about it.

Ian scoffs a little at the word 'cope', but ultimately stares at Mickey and waits for his answer. Clearly more concerned with what Mickey thinks about it more than the implications of the question.

"How do they know he's bipolar?" Mickey asks, brows furrowed.

"Because his arrest was all over the news." Debbie replies. "I haven't spoken about it on TikTok."

"Oh. I don't know." Mickey replies. "It's not... I dunno. It's just something that's there. It's never been a question for me, we just deal with whatever fucking happens with it. It's like, everyone has some kind of shit. I'll cope with whatever I fucking have to."

"Do you want that online?" Debbie asks. "It's fine if not."

Mickey shrugs, looking to Ian. Ian seems a bit choked.

"Yeah, that's fine. People should probably hear more about mental illness and being happy." Ian says, but his arm around Mickey is strong and tight.

"Okay, well that's the only heavy one. The next one was pretty common: why did it take you ten years to get married? Oh, I guess that is sort of heavy." Debbie says.

Ian bobs his head in consideration. "Well, we were pretty young when we started. Then someone got sent to prison for a little while."

Mickey tuts at him. "False fucking accusations." He mutters. "But it was mainly prison. And my dad."

"Yeah." Ian agrees. "Mickey's dad's a prick. I hate the bastard."

"Oh, no. You've been so subtle about it." Mickey mutters sarcastically.

"It's not like you like my dad any better."

"Are you guys affectionate? A lot of people couldn't imagine you being together or like... couple-y, I guess." Debbie says. "But maybe they won't think that now that they see you together."

"What the fuck does that even mean?" Mickey asks.

"We're married. Obviously we're couple-y." Ian scoffs.

"Do something couple-y then." Debbie orders.

"His arm's around my fucking shoulders. Wouldn't let anyone else do that gay shit." Mickey says, and Ian laughs.

That's great, Debbie decides. Viewers will find that funny. She clicks off the camera and lets them go, starting the editing on the video. She definitely wants to make more content of them in the future. She's planning a video with the whole family, actually, but it will be hard to get everyone free and actually make them all speak one at a time.

-> part 1, part 2, part 3

-> sorry this one's a bit shorter, but if anyone has any ideas for what questions they'd be asked or any comments which people would leave, send me an ask!

[foxbirdy]

hi!

just saw your pictures of you doing some marine biology fieldwork and i just wondered if you have any stories about the experience that you would like to share. Im in 1st year uni right now and i have no idea what im gonna specialize in other than “science!!” but i work on boats for my job right now (tallships, very cool stuff) and so marine environment work really appeals to me. If you have the time, I would love to get a picture of what the work you’re doing entails.

(What does the day-to day of marine biology research look like? What kind of stuff are you studying/information are you gathering? Whats it like? Is it awesome? feel free to answer none of these also)

thank you!!

OH, I'm jealous - it's a dream of my mine to get to work on a tallship. & I love to talk about this stuff!

In all honesty, the day-to-day changes pretty dramatically depending on what project work is available. Right now, as a student, a lot of what I'm involved in ties into coursework or research that's happening at the university! I volunteer with a couple different labs, and there's a huge variety of stuff to get in on. For example:

Last Saturday, I spent about six hours pulling otoliths and gonads out of eighty invasive roi, taape, and toau caught by local spearfishermen. Otoliths are the ear bones of fish, and similar to the rings of a tree, they have ringed annuli that can give a lot of information about the life history of the individual species. We cast these otoliths in resin, and then cut cross-sections to look at them under the microscope. The hope is that this information will help us understand when these species become reproductive, and how to control their populations.

The last several Fridays, I've been involved with an effort to collect some water quality and plankton data after a lot of heavy rain. This work was out on the boats, and we used deep and shallow drogues, YSI, light meter, secchi disk, and a couple plankton nets, moving out from the swollen rivermouth and into deeper, saltier water.

Last month, I spent a lot of time on invertebrate snorkel surveys, mostly looking for presence/absence in the nearshore. Next Tuesday, I'll be doing fish surveys in the same location. The Wednesday after I'm hopping on a wetlands restoration project & removing invasive bull grass, and a night snorkel afterwards. Next Friday is a lab day, working to process the plankton samples we've collected, and I'll be in the coral nursery afterwards. That's the really fun thing about university - there's so much different work going on, all the time!

In the summers, outside of school, that work is just as varied. I've really enjoyed having jobs that allow me to do a little bit of everything, and thus far, my supervisors have been very supportive of me in that. Here's some other projects I've gotten to work on, all within just one position:

Servicing passive monitoring systems! These are pictures of my replacing a SEABIRD logger, which has been taking a water temperature measurement every thirty seconds for the past 360 days. This helps conservation managers track heatwaves in sensitive ecosystems. We prepped new loggers with batteries and SD cards and waterproof tape to prevent biofouling, and then used snips and zipties to make the switch.

Scientific fishing! This helps get life history and population data for our target species, large pelagic fish. We collected biopsy samples, placed tags, and released primarily ahi, but also ono, and mahi. (Full disclaimer: this picture is from a subsistence fishing trip and not a scientific one, where people generally have too many things in their hands & are moving too quickly to take pictures. He was a very delicious dinner for our crew, though.)

Other marine tagging! I got to assist with bluewater cetacean tagging of several different dolphin and small whale species, and shark tagging for galapagos, blacktip reef, grey reef, and dusky sharks. Cetacean tagging was done with an air rifle, not easy at high speeds on the boat. Shark tagging was more hands-on, as we had to manually apply the tags.

Coral reef monitoring! The mission of these surveys was to track coral health through heat stress events, and to identify harmful species. I'm looking under the coral head in these pictures for crown-of-thorns starfish, one of the most urgent species threats to reefs in the Pacific.

This is the bastard. Notice the dead coral around him.

Oh I'm about to smack into the photo limit, huh. Please hold!

[roosterforme]

EMILY SUE (I will figure out your middle name one of these times). I have to agree, Jake would be willing to try anything and everything with Darlin. He thinks it’s gonna be a silly little thing when she says she wants to spank him too but he’s willing to let her have her fun. What he doesnt expect is to like it.

EMILY SUE!! I'll still answer to it. And Jake is going to have to answer to Darlin' getting very into the idea of spanking him after he spanks her (which she loved, by the way)... (smut below)

You lounged in your tiny bed in your dorm room, daydreaming about seeing Jake tomorrow even though you were supposed to be reading for your classes. He was up in Lemoore, and while he offered to let you stay at his place in his absence, you declined so you could focus on your coursework. That idea was laughable now, as he was the only thing you could think about.... well, him and the way he pulled up your skirt and spanked you last weekend.

Roleplaying was fun. You loved it. Every scenario you tried out was exciting, but when you played the part of a bratty student to his strict teacher, he made it almost too good. You could still practically feel his lips on the shell of your ear as he whispered, "I'd like to bend you over and spank you, but I need your permission first."

You agreed so quickly with a muttered, "Do it," and then your skit was around your waist, and your ass was up in the air.

Jake rubbed his hand along your bare rear end and whispered, "If you tell me to, I'll stop immediately," and then he spanked you, soaking your pussy in the process. You came so hard, you saw stars.

When he left you in the middle of his bed with a creampie, you jokingly asked, "Will you let me spank you next time?"

"Absolutely," he replied, no hint of teasing in his tone. "And you don't even have to warn me ahead of time. You have my permission to just do it."

His words were bouncing around in your head all week, and when he finally got back on Friday night, you were in his arms as quickly as you could get there. He was still in his khaki uniform, service pins hard against your chest as he kissed you.

"Did you have a good week?" he asked, holding you tight.

"It was okay," you whispered between kisses. "Happy you're home." When you ran your fingers through his tidy hair, you said, "I'm kind of aching to mess around."

He smirked like he'd been expecting you to say that. But when you got him in the bathroom in front of the mirror with his pants and underwear down around his boots, he definitely had a look of surprise on his face.

"Hold onto the edge of the vanity," you instructed, standing behind him and watching his reflection in the mirror. You'd touched and kissed him here before, but you never spanked him. When your hand landed on his firm rear end, your entire body clenched with need, but Jake's response was something unexpected.

His cheeks were pink, and his lips were parted. His green eyes were wide, and his cock was already hard. You stroked him gently where his butt cheek was already turning a rosy shade and whispered, "Do you want me to do it again?"

"Please."

[markrosewater]

Hi Mark,

My name is Isaac Holguin. I sent a detailed email regarding your work on the color pie over the years to making.magic@hotmail.com. I hope that is the correct avenue to reach out to you. I had the pleasure of being answered on this blog as well, so I thought I'd double check by contacting you here. In case the email listed isn't in service anymore, I've copied my message below. I hope this reaches you and that you're doing well. If you're able, I'd love to hear back at interactnm@gmail.com. Thanks for all you do!

----------

Hello Mr. Rosewater,

My name is Isaac Holguin and I'm a nurse studying leadership and education in Tucson, Arizona. Before I get into the topic of my email, I'd just like to say thank you for being a spokesperson for Magic the Gathering all these years! I've played the game since I was thirteen years old, all through college, and well into my career. Magic the Gathering has helped me make new friends and deepen bonds with people I already had in my life. Though I've stopped participating in recent years, the game will always hold a special place in my heart and I've still got an Alpha Serra Angel that is as old as I am!

One of the best memories I have from my time with Magic was diving into the color wheel breakdown series from your "Drive to Work" podcast. During my pursuit of a Bachelors in Nursing Science, I often cited the color wheel as a tool to determine personality traits and compared it to other topics in my studies. Now that I'm pursuing my Master's degree in Nursing Education, I'm interested to see if there were any references or inspirations for the development of the color pie. With the recent popularity of the Myers-Briggs assessment (16 Personalities), Ten Faces of Innovation, and other similar tools I'd like to try and adapt the color pie as a leadership/personality assessment. I understand there will be multiple steps involved to publish such a study with respect to Hasbro and Magic the Gathering as a company, but I would like to attempt to lay the foundation of this project during my studies.

The goal of this project would be to introduce an existing, incredible, fun, and easy to use tool to a vast new audience. Helping others acknowledge that all aspects of the personalities presented exist within them to some degree and can evolve over time has become a core belief for me both personally and professionally. Examples of "your greatest weakness is your greatest strength pushed too far" and the idea that the capacity for good and evil exists in any aspect of a personality are incredible insights that I haven't seen cited enough throughout my studies. My wildest hope is that this tool would be utilized in coursework for multiple professions, similar to the curriculum I'm studying now, to help future leaders reflect on their strengths and develop effective leadership styles.

In short, I hope that you're doing well and would love to hear your insights, recommendations, and references for the work you've so passionately brought to thousands of others of the years. Even if you're unable to share certain aspects of your work, I'd like you to know that your endeavors have not only brought relief and happiness to healthcare workers like me, but that you've inspired so many others to apply the lessons of fictional works to improve our reality. The lessons gained from my long history with this franchise have helped me connect to others in their most vulnerable moments, and improve their quality of life. Thank you for all that you've done, and I wish you continued success in a field you've already become an exemplary expert in.

Sincerely,

Isaac Holguin

BSN, RN

I’m always excited to hear about ways people can use the color pie outside the context of the game. I’m not sure what I can do to help you.

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

Kinkuary Day 6

AN: Let it be known that this Chris lives in my head rent-free. I know exploring free use with a dominant partner isn't a new concept, but I still don't see it explored as much, so I thought it would be fun to try my hand at it. Especially with the king of the service doms.

Synopsis: Everything sucks. Today might be one of the worst days of your life (and that's against some stiff competition). Fortunately for you, you have a boyfriend who is more than happy to distract you.

General tags and warnings: Christopher Bang/Bang Chan x Fem! Reader, established relationship, some angst early on but, nothing too bad imo, Christopher being the nation's best boyfriend and that's it. This is pretty much porn with very little plot.

Primary kink: Free use.

Smut tags and warnings: Chris struggling to relinquish control lmao but, Soft Dom! Chris nonetheless, sub! Reader but she does take charge quite a bit in this, free use, facesitting, slight overstimulation (f. receiving), piv sex without a condom, dirty talk, lots of praise and petnames because it's Chris, Daddy kink, creampie and nipple play (f. receiving).

Word count: 2k.

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

You're surprised you're able to still trudge through your front door after the day you've had. Between completely forgetting about an assignment that was due today, six separate customers yelling at you and your phone screen shattering, saying today has been a bad day would be putting it kindly. You've never wanted to just disappear to a cottage in the countryside more. You're sure you could convince Chris to leave with you.

Speaking of which, the sight of your boyfriend on your shared couch does help ease some of the overall terribleness that has been weighing you down all day. Dropping your bag, you make your way over to him. Wrapping your arms around his broad, solid body while you nuzzle against his neck. His mere presence is enough to relax the tension in your shoulders and soothe the anxiety that never seems to quite go away.

“Hi baby. Didn't know you were home. How was your day?” He asks, taking off his headphones. Placing them and his laptop on your coffee table, which does make you pout a little since he's no longer in your arms. However, he does turn to you and you're struck with just how soft and handsome he looks. That, combined with his question, makes your throat burn and your eyes start to sting.

“Horrible,” you mutter, nestling yourself into his chest and sighing contently when he rubs your back and happily crushes you to his frame. It's easy to forget everything when he holds you like this. All the shitty professors, entitled customers and piles of coursework fade away and there's nothing in your mind but, Chris.

“I'm sorry, baby. Do you want to talk about it? How can I make it better?” God, does he have any idea how irrevocably in love with him you are? Sometimes, you think you might have been some hero in a past life for him to wind up in your life. However, you mull his offer over before an idea finally sets in.

“Lavender?” You ask, blinking up at him and pressing yourself as close to him as humanly possible. Clutching at his simple, thin shirt while you wait for his answer.

“Are you sure? You have had a pretty shitty day so I don't know–”

“Yes, Daddy. I'm sure. So, lavender?” You don't mean to cut him off but, you really do need this right now. His concern is sweet and you always appreciate it but, you just need to shut your brain off for a few hours.

Exhilaration creeps up your spine as you watch the way his face shifts when your words register to him. His hold on you tightening marginally but you notice it all the same.

“Okay, lavender.”

That's all it takes for you to launch yourself into his lap. Nearly toppling both of you over in the process but, Chris steadies you while you make yourself at home in his lap. Holding his face in your hands while you slot your mouth against his. It's messy and more eagerness than anything on your end but, it feels so good to just kiss him again. Chris does try to bring some order into your uncoordinated liplock, guiding your mouth against his while his hands rest on your hips.

Sex wasn't on your mind before you walked through the front door but, now? Grinding down on the hardness you can feel starting to form under you while you explore Chris's mouth? Desire twists like a knife in the pit of your stomach. Your clit throbbing with every clumsy brush against his lap and your walls starting to clench and unclench almost painfully. It's probably some record how quickly your panties become a mess while you hump against Chris for dear life.

“Off please,” you breathe once the two of you separate to catch your respective breaths. Saliva smeared across both of your mouths and you would dive back in if you weren't so focused on getting his shirt off. Luckily for you, Chris is just as impatient as you are so he tugs it off within seconds. Tossing it to be forgotten on your living room floor.

You can't help the moan that bubbles out of you at the sight of his bare chest. You've seen it thousands of times and it still never fails to turn your blood molten. Palming as much of him as your hands can, you litter his neck with kisses and nips. Whimpering into his skin when his hands drift from your hips to grab and knead your ass over your work skirt. His hips shallowly thrusting up into you. Fuck, you're already so tightly wound.

A startled noise leaves Chris when you (gently) shove him onto his back but, he doesn't complain otherwise. Just watches you with a mixture of want and curiosity through his curly hair. His eyes widen when you eventually shuffle up his body until you're hovering over his beautiful face. A shudder runs through you when his tongue darts out to lick his full lips before his dark eyes meet your own again.

You're too desperate to care about getting undressed so, you hurriedly shove your panties to the side before easing yourself onto his face. The first touch his mouth against your drenched, puffy folds sends you reeling. You grab the back of the couch in an attempt to steady yourself but, Chris doesn't give you a chance. Lapping and sucking at you with so much intensity from the get go that you can already feel your thighs starting to quiver.

“Ah, Daddy,” you whimper when he decides to focus all of his attention and energy on your clit. “Fuck, oh my god,” comes your broken moan when he attaches himself to it. Licking and drawing patterns into that you couldn't hope to decipher at the moment when it feels like you're able to break into a million, little pieces soon. It's all so lewd and obscene and hot. The wet sounds of him eating you coupled with your wanton noises of pleasure seeming to echo throughout your entire apartment.

Your hips move on their own accord. Using his unfairly gifted mouth and cute nose to get yourself off. You're practically riding his face at this point and, based on the moans Chris presses into you, he's enjoying this just as much as you are. You know if he had it his way, he'd be using his hands to shove you even further into his face but, he's happy to lay there and let you use him until you're satisfied.

Which doesn't take all that long. Usually, you're pretty good at being able to tell when you're about to orgasm but, this time it catches you completely off-guard. A jumbled mess of ‘Daddy’ and ‘Chris’ fall from your lips as your body convulses. Your fingernails dig into the couch so fiercely that for a fleeting moment you're worried you might have ruined it.

Chris doesn't allow your mind to wonder for too long, though. Licking your gushing wetness like it's the first bit of liquid he's had in days while his nose brushes your throbbing clit. Your thighs shake and tightening around his head as the familiar burn of overstimulation starts to settle in the apex of your thighs and creep to your extremities.

“Da–Daddy,” you choke out, winding your hand into his hair and tugging his mouth away from you, “To–Too much,” you finish with a great deal of effort. Using all of your strength to move off of him until you're hovering over him. Your respective, unsteady breathing all that can be heard.

Cracking an eye open to look at him is a grave mistake. Between his wild eyes, unruly hair, flushed cheeks and full, bruised lips covered in you, you never stood a chance. And the sporadic clenching and unclenching of your still not filled pussy helps make that abundantly clear.

Chris watches you while you shift down his body. Air catching in his lungs when your hands reach for the waistband of his sweats and impatiently tug them down. He's so hard and a teasing dribble of pre-cum leaks from his tip that you can't help yourself from bending down and licking it.

“Fu–Fuck, sweetheart,” he groans, throwing his head back while his hands clench and unclench at his sides. Cute. His hips just barely jerk up in search of more relief from your mouth but, you don't give him the satisfaction. You have other plans in mind.

Grabbing his thick cock, you guide it to your dripping entrance. Just barely able to keep your eyes open to watch him as you sink down onto him. You lose that battle very quickly. Your eyes fluttering shut with every inch of him you sink down on until he's fully inside of you. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. You can already feel tears building up at the corners of your eyes just at the sheer fullness you feel right now.

“–so tight. Such a good girl. Always so fucking good,” Chris's words bring you back down for a moment and you blink your bleary eyes open to look at him. Your walls clamp down on him harshly when the sight of your sweaty, flushed boyfriend greets you. That's all the prompting you need to start a brutal pace. His cock just opens you up so deliciously that you can't help but bounce on it. The sounds of your skin hitting his and the filthy squelching between your thighs nearly drowning out your shared noises of pleasure.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” you chant, impatiently tugging open your work shirt and shoving down your bra until your breasts are finally free. Chris's eyes burn as they watch you palm your tits and tug on your nipples until you're just barely able to focus on fucking yourself stupid on him. “I feel so good, Daddy. Your cock makes me feel so full,” you whimper after an especially harsh twist of your nipples.

“Yeah?” He pants out, his dark locks starting to stick to his sweaty forehead while his eyes struggle to pick between looking at your beautiful face, your hands toying with yourself or his cock disappearing inside of your scorching pussy. “Does my princess like using Daddy to get herself off, hmm? Does it feel good to fuck yourself on Daddy's cock while he just lies here? Tell me, baby.”

“Y-Yes, so good, Daddy. Your cock feels ah fuck so amazing, Daddy. You feel so good, Daddy.” You whine, one of your hands snaking its way between your thighs to rub against your swollen clit. A fractured moan bubbling out of your throat while you rub frantic circles against yourself and try to maintain the pace you set on Chris's cock.

“That's good. You look so pretty using me to get yourself off, sweetheart,” he coos, giving you a smile so soft that you can feel your heart grow in your chest while your release grows closer and closer. “Are you going to cum, baby? Gonna cum all over my cock, beautiful? Hmm? I want you to. Wanna see you cum so badly. Wanna feel you make a mess all over me.”

And just like that you feel your entire body seize. You're not even aware of what's coming out of your mouth right now but, you can't bring yourself to care. Your vision blurs at the edges while your entire body shudders. It takes every ounce of you not to completely collapse ontop of him while you ride out the waves that keep crashing into your limp body.

“–my girl,” is all you hear in the distance before you feel his large hands grab your hips and something warm filling your spasming walls. Opening your eyes with a great deal of effort, you're greeted with the sight of a panting, fucked out Chris. His cock pulsing inside of you with every rope of cum that shoots out of it. That does eventually prompt you to collapse onto his sturdy chest. Nuzzling into his neck while your shared releases start to leak out of you.

“Feel better?” He asks, rubbing your back soothingly while pressing featherlight kisses against your forehead.

“Yes, thank you. I love you,” you mutter tiredly into his skin, pressing yourself as close to him as you can.

“I love you too, baby,” are the last words you hear before succumbing to the fatigue that's been calling you all day.

Reblogs are greatly appreciated.

Do not repost, edit, copy and/or translate my work. I do not give you my permission to do so, nor will you ever receive it.

Kinkuary Masterlist | Stray Kids Masterlist | Ko-Fi.

[curs3br3ak3r]

𝘒𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪 𝘉𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰...

✧ is it love or a panic attack?

based on panic attack by halsey. Katsuki develops feelings for {{user}} and doesn't know how to process them. emotionally constipated Katsuki. 𝘐𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥?...

✧ the pandemic

set during the covid pandemic and focuses on the domestic take on everything. forced roommates, best friends kind of vibe. tw for covid and related topics.

✧ hospital visit

set after the final war (spoilers). Katsuki wakes up in the hospital with {{user}} after being revived. tw for hospitals and death and related topics.

✧ barista

{{user}} works in a cafe near UA campus. best friend Katsuki visits them often.

✧ kidnapped

set during the summer training camp arc. Katsuki and {{user}} were kidnapped by the League of Villains. tw for possible torture and dark themes.

✧ burnout

best friends Katsuki and {{user}} are burnt out after loads of coursework and training, struggling to help each other take care of themselves.

✧ orange peel theory

based on the tiktok trend. peeling an orange without being asked by your partner means you love them and show it through small acts of service, so what happens if {{user}} does it with their best friend?

✧ back to december

based on back to december by taylor swift. Katsuki and {{user}} got into a fight, causing their breakup. Katsuki finally realizes he was in the wrong. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦...

✧ aftercare

situationship. Katsuki gets a little rough and doesn't know how to do aftercare. 18+.

✧ love like you

based on love like you by rebecca sugar. Katsuki believes his partner is too perfect for him and questions why they're with him. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭...

✧ soulmate bonding au

based on Fraycheck on ao3 (really good bkdk fic). a quirk prevents Katsuki and {{user}} from being physically apart from each other, causing immense pain when separated. fluff with some angst.

✧ pokemon au

pokémon are real while quirks are not. Katsuki is given a preset team of pokémon and {{user}} as his traveling partner. 2 bots in the series, starting the journey and catching your first pokémon. pokémon rules apply here. fluff.

✧ christmas

christmas eve party with class 1A. cute and fun vibes.

𝒞𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑜𝑜𝓃...

usj incident ✧ going deaf ✧ empyrean au ✧ foreign exchange student ✧ his heart ✧ h2o ✧ study date ✧ sports festival ✧ the reunion ✧ die with a smile ✧ barbie ✧ insecurities ✧ fixing his costume ✧ support course au ✧ mouthwashing au ✧ finding a new norm ✧ quirk overuse ✧ you're my wife! ✧ asmr ✧ criminal and writer ✧ soulmate dream au ✧ mermaid au

[crescenthistory]

carina hello lovely, again a HUGE congratulations on your 2k, i'm so so proud ahfhkkh truly your writing deserves thousands upon thousands more, and i personally can't wait to see those milestones reached, I appreciate you sm and TY for doing this event <333

i'm here to actually request an interpretation if that's alright, school's been so stressful atm, but this event sounds so fun, i just had to jump on the train, i'd absolutely adore your take :D

i'm an infj. i'm an introverted person in general, also tend to be a bit anxious (socially and in general), i'm a bit reserved, and in a big group of people I rarely say much. however around my loved ones, my friends especially, I talk a concerning amount, and genuinely forget i'm in public (like nurse she is out again 😭), but even in my friendships, i'm more so a listener, sorta got the 'therapist friend' badge. a lot of my time is devoted to studying (ikr whatta nerd 🥱). i love to read and write, there's also playing the piano- I love trying to compose by myself (emphasis on trying)-, art (sketching, painting, fashion design all that chaos), biggg on music and multilingual (4 languages, and struggling with Greek atm) . love language is quality time, a sprinkle of physical touch and acts of service <3

right now, my favorite song is 'letter to hermione' by david bowie and/or bite the hand by boygenius (love them oml) <3

i hope i didn't yap tm, and that this was descriptive enough 😭💕, thank you for taking the time for this, love you lots carina <3 !!!

ahhhhh kayla so lovely to see you in my inbox!! you're honestly such a bright person, both in terms of intellect and in the sense that you light up everyone around you<33 you're so so supportive and kind, i don't deserve you 🫂🤍 big hugs and lots of love to you my darling, thank you for participating and being such a sweet gem! best of luck with all your coursework<3

✶・•・✦・•・✶・✶・•・✦・•・✶

i will INTERPRET for kayla-and-the-moon

carina's 2k celebration

✶・•・✦・•・✶・✶・•・✦・•・✶

while i think you could work with many characters, i see you fitting most seamlessly in with poly!bartylus!

you have that unique dynamic within yourself that regulus and barty thrive on – some reservedness while occasionally being unhinged. i think you are the most similar to regulus, but in a way he appreciates. regulus is the type who might struggle when being confronted with himself in the reflection of someone else, but your specific similarities are the ones he would find comfort and security with instead. he is also the type who sits and listens in most larger groups, and i believe he would gravitate towards you, so you could observe together, perhaps while holding hands. your devotion to your studies and to reading is one he shares and that would allow for exceptional and frequent quality time together. though, when you're both the "listener" friends, you would be able to challenge the other to be the speaker for once and grow more comfortable in your relationships together. whereas barty, he enjoys someone with a big personality hidden beneath the surface because then he gets to be the one to bring it out. poke the right buttons, create the right environment and suddenly his sweet girlfriend is laughing loudly and ranting on about something – precisely his goal. while he would most certainly bully you and regulus for being "swots", that is also part of what he is attracted to. he needs a partner who can think for themselves, who can challenge him intellectually with more than just common banter. i feel like you three could bring out the best in each other and enjoy the journey together 🤍 also regulus loves boygenius

[indignantlemur]

You are my favorite Andorian poster, no doubt. I was wondering..... what do you think education/parenting and overall childcare are like for Andorians? how do you think all four parental figures would take care of them? Would it be some big co-parenting thing, or would they not all be involved? Do Andorian kids get bounced around their thaan, shen, chan, and zhen like hot potatoes? XD

Aww, thank you, Anon! <3

This ended up being a little on the longer side, so I'm gonna put a read-more cut here.

So, education is standardized across Andorian territory. All children from age 4 to 18 are required to attend school starting with partial days in what is effectively kindergarten for socialization and motor skill development and eventually progressing to 12 hour days, plus about and hour and thirty minutes' worth of breaks for meals broken up amongst those schooling hours. (Remember, Andorians function on a 36 hour day, not a 24 hour one. A twelve hour period is only a third of the day, for them.) This gives parents a reasonable amount of time and space to work or look after younger children as needed.

Andorian education is a little more involved than what Terrans are typically used to. Even from as young as four years old, Andorians are being assessed for various roles that they might best be suited to for future careers. Children who display aptitudes early on are encouraged to pursue them, with resources readily provided and extracurricular opportunities presented. Children who are late bloomers in this department are encouraged to explore as many skills and creative outlets as possible to help them find an aspiration. This is all in addition to the basic, standard education all Andorians receive regardless of aspirations - or lack thereof.

Furthermore, Andorian schools sport robust extracurricular programs ranging from book clubs to martial arts to cooking classes, and all students are required to pick at least one to participate in.

Another quirk of the Andorian system is that there is very little in the way of homework. Work assignments are intended to be completed in class, as it's strongly believed that failure to understand the course material and then taking work home to cement those misunderstandings can only be detrimental to a student. It is for this reason that Andorian classes are divided into two parts - lecture during which students go over the course material with their instructors and ask questions, and the lab portion, during which students work alone or in groups to complete coursework with the instructor on hand to assist. Many Terrans note that these classes resemble university-style courses, and in fact Andorian universities continue with this format, since there's no reason to 'fix' something that is already working well.

For parents who need to work longer shifts and are unable to personally look after their children during the gap between their school hours and the parents' work shift, family is usually the first resource utilized. Andorian Clans, or keths, are deeply invested in looking after the youngest generation and there is rarely a shortage or relatives to mind the kids for at least part of the day. Many teenagers are also recruited to help out with younger cousins, as Andorians feel that it helps reinforce extended familial bonds. Additionally, the Clan Leader (and spouses) generally make a point of being available whenever they can to take over childcare. This has a number of purposes, in that it allows the Clan Leader to be enmeshed in the goings on of the entire Clan while providing a valuable service, and it also allows the Clan Leader to form familial bonds with the children of the Clan.

Sometimes, the parents can arrange their work schedules so that every parent takes a day to spend with the children and then swaps with the next parent the following day, and the next the following day, and so on. It becomes a rotating schedule of sorts. Not every job can accommodate this, but it's common enough amongst Andorians.

The prospect of handing one's children off to total strangers is appalling to Andorians, who are in turn horrified to find that this is a common Terran practice. One's children are the future of the Clan - thus, only the Clan can be trusted with their safety. I believe I touched upon this in another post, so I'll leave it there. As for who actually does the childrearing... that depends. Some quads are all enthusiastic parents, and all of them take very active roles in their children's upbringing and homelife. Sometimes, only half the quad wishes to have children at that point in time, and the other bonded couple ends up being more tangential to the children's lives until the kids grow up enough to hold a conversation with. Usually, in this latter example's case, the other bonded couple will provide support, handle chores and such, but be less active in the actual childrearing aspects of things unless the children directly engage them.

Other times, children are desired but most, if not all, of the quad have extremely demanding jobs and cannot simply step away for any real length of time. Career-focused parents like the aforementioned are a little controversial amongst Andorians, as some feel that it is unfair to the children to have so little access to their parents, but society and the demands it places upon adult Andorians in general are slowly softening to the idea. To be honest, though, these are only some examples of possibilities within a quad. Andorians are as varied as Humans, after all, and every permutation under the sun can exist for how quads arrange themselves around children and childcare.

In Shral's case, for example, all of his parents were involved but the parents actively serving in the Imperial Guard were not always able to step away to spend time with the kids.

Meanwhile, Thelen's parents were very much career-focused, and Thelen spent a great deal of time with his cousins and extended family during his childhood.

Vrath, by comparison, was doted on by all four of her parents full-time, to the point where Vrath's birth-mother would bring the baby to work with her rather than leave her behind.

I think that about covers it! Hope this answered everything!

[honeekyuu]

hi honey! im sending this to ask you how you decided that you wanted to pursue a PHD. im thinking of getting a phd in economics because I’ve always been super interested, but im not sure if that’s the path for me yet. what do you think are some pros and cons to getting one and how did you know that this was the right path for you??

-b.

hi!!! omg wow what a question. i will say first that everyones phd experience looks a little different, so i can talk ab mine but definitely take it with a grain of salt!!

i knew i wanted to do a phd because 1) i love being in school, and 2) while i was getting my B.A in linguistics, i had a lot of questions that were higher level and more specific than my undergrad classes could really get into. I also worked as a research assistant to a professor in the East Asian Languages and Civilizations dept for about 3 years, and she was my closest mentor and advisor in that time. she was a korean historian, and she encouraged me to keep studying something related to korean, because that had been my specialization of sorts when it came to choosing classes and research projects. i had a feeling around that time that i wanted to go on to a graduate program of some sort.

after i finished undergrad, i took a year off to figure my life out, and in that time, i worked one on one with a professor in the Linguistics dept at my undergrad for about 9-10 months. under her guidance, i wrote what would have essentially been a masters thesis about korean linguistics, and i knew in that time that i wanted that paper to be the paper i submitted to phd programs.

i think there are a few things to consider when thinking ab a phd:

phds are extremely individual research focused. my program doesnt offer a terminal master's degree (it's included within the phd program as a milestone), but phds are NOT like "undergrad 2.0". ive seen a number of people make that mistake in my program, focusing only on coursework and waiting for their advisor to give them research to do. im not sure how econ works, but in ling, we're thrown straight off the deep end into research. im only a 3rd year, and my master's degree research project was accepted into the top korean linguistics conference in the world, which is 100% a FLEX but also this is only happening because my advisors are cutthroat research gods who pushed pushed pushed me from the very first day. so please be aware that phds are very self-driven. you need the motivation to work on your own for long periods of time.

some people think a phd is a lonely experience. i think it certainly can be, because everyone is working on their own hyper-specific research project, but it's also very important for that reason to have friends. my closest friend in the department is 3 years above me, and we only became friends because i arrived screaming crying throwing up with fear and anxiety ab my work and he literally clocked me as the kid who needed the most emotional grounding LMAO. my other closest friend was literally my research assistant. he was an undergrad. but he was my age (korean military service delays college quite a lot, it seems), so once his contract w me was up, it turned into us helping him apply for grad schools too!! and now the four of us (them + my partner) have weekly stardew valley screaming sessions on discord and saturday brunch with animal crossing. it's not lonely, and i think that's because i knew it would be if i didnt make friends.

i think ill say one more thing before i stfu. grad school is hard. it's so so hard. please be aware of that. some days im drowning in mental health issues and fearing even a chance encounter in the hall with my advisors because i know theyll ask about something i havent gotten done yet. sometimes im literally sobbing on my couch, overwhelmed beyond belief wondering if i can do this. sometimes i become self-destructive and isolated and so terribly unwell that my mom starts calling my partner because i wont pick up the phone. it's fucking hard. but it's also the happiest ive ever been, truly. the really really hard days are worth it, because the really good days or even just the decently good days are much more frequent and amazing. running down the hall to avoid my advisor seeing me is worth it because, when things are good, he invites me to coffee and we spend 2+ hours talking about my future. he tells me he pushes me because he knows i can do what needs to be done and change the field. he makes my life hell because, once im through it, no one else could ever question the quality of my work and the job market is going to be so beautiful once i get there. i started grad school a nervous wreck with terribly low self-esteem who thought that my research could never cut it or be interesting enough. im barely going into my 3rd year, and ive been broken down and reformed into the kind of person i used to look up to, by my own sheer willpower to be the strongest i can be. im not afraid to fail anymore, because ive failed a million times in the last 2 years. im not afraid to fuck up, because ive fucked up so many times, in front of the two people who hold my future in their hands, and im still here. grad school is worth it to me because im the version of myself that the me from undergrad would never believe exists.

[000samael]

Monthly Blog 4/1/25: Talking about my tense relationship with making comics

Questions about art? About my characters? I'll address them in my monthly blogs, I'm tired of talking about myself! To submit questions, email me at ksam03333@gmail.com or leave them in my Tumblr inbox/neocities guestbook.

April is here! Possibly my favorite month! New beginnings! Warmer weather that isn't oppressive! In my case, road trips!

Reflecting on new beginnings...It's time for me to seriously re-examine my relationship with comics. I'm not sure anyone has been following along with my Monthly Comics journey, considering that it's been kept behind my Patreon paywall, but if you've been keeping up, I'm on month three of this challenge and I'm starting to realize that it's failing to do what I intended it to do for me.

I've been in a comics rut since I sold my short comic anomaly back in Dec. 2023. That is the last time I have been able to get a full comic - not just a two panel test page - past the rough sketch phase and into something fully realized. I've been lending my services as an illustrator to an independent comic project, but that is a loooooong, multi-chaptered affair that has not yet progressed to line art. I initially thought that maybe I was burnt out with art, but that can't be true, since I'm still drawing, just...not in comic form. And it's not for a lack of ideas! I come up with many comic ideas that I absolutely love, I just don't execute them fully! So what's the hold up?

To me, the logical next step seemed to be something like my monthly comics challenge, which is supposed to span a year and encourage me to hold myself to a goal of completing one comic a month. But then I got tired. January's comic was left unfinished because it was too long. February's was abandoned because I just hated how it was coming out. I got much further with March's comic - granted, it is only three pages - but I started to hate that one as well.

It's dawning on me that my issues with comics aren't the result of a lack of ideas (or really a lack of time either, since I clearly have time to illustrate and also do my coursework), but rather my own perfectionism. This certainly isn't helped by the fact that I'm not as confident in my stylistic choices in my comics as in my illustrations. I put a lot of pressure on myself to create comics that are visually perfect and also emotionally meaningful, which should actually take second place to practicing paneling and figuring out how I want to approach simplifying my process to fit a medium as labor-intensive as comics, at least as of now. Maybe I don't want to simplify my process at all! How am I supposed to know this if I keep dropping comics before I get the chance to figure them out?

This leads to me doing two things; abandoning all of my comics because they don't fit up to my standards (which robs me of the chance to learn through failure), and running around in circles doing panel tests (ultimately useless past the first two, because my style as an artist is going to keep changing with time no matter what I do).

All that is to say, attempting to brute-force my way back into loving comics like I used to isn't working because it isn't tackling the heart of my issue. Before writing this blog post, I was thinking about what this means for my monthly comics challenge. I'm really not sure if I should quit and distance myself from the medium, allowing me time to "recharge" and rediscover why I loved comics so much, or if I should keep making attempts, just with much looser standards in hopes of finding comics fun again.

I never know how to end these, by the way. I think I'm going to start doing show, book, movie etc reviews to fill some of the future blogs up because I can't make every single one about myself and my projects. This is mentioned before the cut, but if you've read this far, here's a reminder that I also want to use this blog format to answer anybody's questions about my characters, my art process, etc. in a more detailed format. I don't check my DM's anymore (in fairness to me, they're broken, and I don't like talking to strangers in such a direct way anyway) but I love talking about art and typing these long posts with my new keyboard that has very chunky clicky keys, so please send any questions my way, if you have them.

[clonerightsagenda]

how hard was library science in college? i need to talk myself out of going back to college

Good news and bad news on that front!

The bad news, if we're trying to talk you out of it, is that library school is pretty easy. It's a professional degree, so most of your coursework is angled toward learning the history and values of the profession and concepts and skills that will serve you in the workforce. I did a mix of papers, projects, and presentations, and I valued what I learned, but I wouldn't call any of it challenging. I did it live, but a lot of people do library school entirely virtually while working a full time job, and the design of a lot of the programs anticipates that.

The good news - a common refrain is that you should try to only go to library school if someone will pay you for it. This is because while it's not a particularly expensive program (only 2 years, not lots of lab fees), it's still grad school, and librarians don't get paid a whole lot. Sometimes if you can get a job at a library or elsewhere, your employer will help cover your tuition. My brother works in a college library rn in a position that doesn't require an MLIS, and he's getting his tuition covered, even if he can only take a class or two per semester. Also, depending on your goal, you may not need an MLIS - some smaller rural libraries don't require them, at least for all positions, and many larger libraries may not require them for certain roles, like access services.

All that being said, it's really up to you. I enjoyed library school, I got it paid for through an assistantship, and I landed a decent paying* job a few months after graduation, so things worked out ok. (*It would not be decent paying if I had any dependents, but since it's just me I do ok.) An MLIS certainly opens up a different tier of library jobs and is a good grounding in the profession. What it doesn't always do is give you a lot of hands on experience. My assistantship was really valuable when applying for jobs. If you go for an MLIS and don't have a library job, consider looking for one or volunteering so you can apply what you learn and have something to stick in your resume.

If you do decide to pursue an MLIS, feel free to reach out again! I have #opinions on how to best make use of your time there, but it depends on your career ambitions.

[gking10]

Liveblogging TMAGP 8: Running on Empty

I relistened to Fatigue from TMA a week ago. The title makes me think of that. Running empty of caffeine?

CAT2RBC3366-12072023-28022024Architecture (liminal) -/-hunger [coursework]

Huh. Liminal space definitely fits the Fatigue vibes. Why is 'coursework' a subcategory of hunger? What does it even mean? Someone sets out to do a project for multiple days for an architectural course and doesn't eat an entire thing the entire time? When I get really into a project, I don't eat. I don't even drink water. It's not that I don't notice I'm thirsty or hungry, I just keep telling myself "I'll do it later" because I really want to finish whatever is in front of me. I'm really prone to that type of thinking, of sometimes just bashing myself against the brick wall deliriously until it finally caves. Mostly because if I ever stop in the middle of something, I usually just kinda give up? I've been trying to be less all-or-nothing, but it's a whole thing. The incident elements involved perception of time and reality warping, which matched Spiral... and then there's also cannibalism. Now I'm thinking of Confession and Desecrated Host (which ARE Spiral statements by the way, you will not convince me otherwise.)

1:34 - "Coursework assessment report 13718B" Wow, okay, we're just going right into it! Also I just noticed... the video itself titles the episode as "Hostile Workplace". But this involves a school course, doesn't it? Where does a workplace come in? Or does it just mean "workplace" as in where the student does their work? The liminal architecture, maybe? It could be like the garden in Putting Down Roots, a space the lures people in.

2:13 - "Extenuating circumstances: Serious Medical Condition, Trauma, Miscellaneous" What did Terrance go through? And this is just the extenuating circumstance for why Terrance submitted work late... 2:28 - "Title: Forton’s Brutal Liminality, a case study of architecturally induced psychological stressors as a result of prolonged exposure to liminal spaces in the Brutalist mode as exhibited by Forton Service Station." Huh. So maybe this is the "workplace". I'm not quite sure how Brutalism intersects with the presence of liminal spaces. To my understanding, brutalist architecture involves minimalism and leaving structural features exposed rather than hidden. Designing for efficiency without adding anything superfluous. I'm not sure how this type of design leads to prolonged exposure to liminal spaces. Liminal spaces are points of transition, places you aren't expecting to spend much time in. That's why its weird when you have to focus on one. Like hallways. Or places that should be in use but just... aren't. Are defined by people using them but are seen completely empty. Perhaps the liminal space is a long tunnel within the service station. A place purely for walking through. And I guess the brutalism would be the fact it is merely a tunnel and not a lobby or anything else? I'm unsure.

3:43 - "This often results in exposed raw materials, stark forms, repetitive geometric shapes and monolithic structures." Repetitive. Monolithic. Like a hotel hallway lined with identical doors that stretches on and on forever. Like a dull grey staircase where every floor you stop at can only be differentiated by the number. Okay, I think I'm starting to see the vision, actually.

4:23 - "Specifically, it creates an effect of absence despite presence, an “architectural hunger" of a sort" What does this mean? A hunger for architectural variety, I guess? Terrance honestly seems like a Robert Smirke. He's researching architecture and its affects on the psyche. It's a shame Terrance is probably going to eat a man alive before he gets the chance to analyze what other anxieties different structures may instill. 4:38 - "Service stations such as Forton were originally conceived of as a location in and of themselves rather than merely a pause in a journey. However, with the widespread adoption of personal automobiles and the subsequent overdevelopment of UK road infrastructure, these spaces transitioned into liminal spaces." Fuck cars. Is the architectural hunger... the hunger of the architecture itself? A hunger to be filled, to be in use? In all the long car rides I've been on throughout my life, being driven out of state to visit family, I've never really thought about the gas stations. Earnestly, I spent a majority of my time on those trips asleep, mostly to avoid the tedium of simply sitting and waiting. I guess because of that, being awoken to a stop never really felt uncanny or unnerving to me. Although, now that I think about it... I think that's only really true with the small gas stations. The bigger ones? I would start to feel lost in those. And Buc ee's? I've only been the Buc ee's twice in my life, and each time, it has been overwhelming. The sheer size of the crowds, of people just walking by each other, it is. A lot. They have good burritos though, so worth it. I think the big places get to me because you say there longer. With a small gas station, you just use the bathroom, maybe buy some chips and candy bar, and then you're gone. Each stop and Buc ee's lasted 30 minutes. Or at least felt like it. Too big. Too long. A nice place to visit, but not somewhere I'd like to stay.

4:59 - "Not only this, there are perceived time distortions associated with such spaces exacerbated by the deliberate absence of clocks (to encourage longer stays)" I thought they just did that in casinos but... have I ever seen a clock in any gas station? Fuck. 5:28 - "they have thus become dislocated from humanity’s shared mindscape" "In essence, I believe the “architectural hunger” of a space that resents its own transitional nature can be dangerous" I looked at the wikipedia article for liminal spaces and found the idea of a non-place. This what is is. A nonplace. A place that isn't a place because no one intends to stay there and no one knows anywhere there nor wants to be known by anyone there. But not just that. Terrance is describing a place that's just been... cut out of the shared subconsciousness. A place people just refuse to think about. Psychological abandoned and resentful. It makes me think of a line from an SCP that's sat with me for years. "There's only so much that hate can build up in a place before it starts hating you back…" I'll be surprised if this doesn't begin to touch on hostile architecture. Not the fictional hostile architecture of "oh this building is going to eat me alive" but the spikes put the stop skateboarders and the useless fake benches with unnecessary dividers put up explicitly to keep homeless people from being able to sleep. Ever since I first learned of the concept of hostile architecture, it's made my stomach crawl. And it would be all in service to keeping a space liminal, wouldn't it? It's directly to prevent people from being able to stay, because god forbid people have a place to be that isn't their own home or work. I'm not sure if this report is going to go there though, there's no warning of homelessness in the incident elements. Still, I would appreciate it being tackled. 6:48 - "No-one has eaten there in decades." That's sad. The restaurant actually sounded pretty cool. But I guess, that's the thing. This isn't a place to stay. It's not a place to really visit. It's a place to stop and that's it. So why would you need a restaurant when some random fast food chain gets the job done without any extravagance? Why stop to enjoy something? The only stopping here is now done out of pure, utilitarian necessity. Although, doing a tiny bit a research, it seems like Pennine Tower was also closed because it wasn't fire safe. Which does match with a rise in brutalism, of needing buildings to be built explicitly to purpose, but also like... fire safety is important? I don't think that's a wild take. Still, I don't know. Abandoned places are sad. The fact it's a restaurant though? And there's going to be cannibalism? I think we are going to see someone eat there soon. It will not be pretty.

7:41 - "until finally, one night, I realized that I had not seen a single person." Yeah, fuck that. I said it during Personal Screening, I'll say it again, spaces that should be filled with people but are not are BAD and you do NOT WANT TO BE THERE. 8:39 - "I maintain that the phenomena was accompanied by a disquieting sense of absence. Of hunger." Terrance keeps insisting on this hunger thing, which doesn't make sense with what he has said so far in this essay, and it is unnerving. It's just uncanny language. A sign that something is wrong with the way he is processing things. The lights were red, white, and yellow. Bright colors. Associated with hunger.

9:22 - "That’s when I realized why this all felt so familiar. Timelapse." So he's just seeing... a timelapse of people and cars? Traces of directions, all the paths their move in, without any of the actual life to accompany it? Feels like Lost in the Crowd. A crowd without people. A night at a service station without cars. All of the lights and movement and yet no cars. This is surreal. I like this. 10:17 Helen? Surely not. But god, the way the colors are described as a cloud of mist, pure gaseous sensory overload chasing after him, it gives me chills.

12:26 - "I tried to listen to any one conversation it was just… noise. A muffled murmur that sounded like speech but held no information." God, it's this part of the Lonely. Something about this really affects me. The idea of normal idle life just being... imitated. Being fake, not real. The Lonely doesn't much scare me when it's just being alone, but when it emphasizes the idea of being surrounded by people and being completely unable to connect, relate, or even understand? Everything just becoming... background noise? God. I feel like every one of these starts with me declaring the incident one TMA entity, and then halfway through deciding its a different one. "This violin is Slaughter- no, actually Flesh." "These volunteers are Desolation, no, Stranger, no, EXTINCTION!" "This is clearly going to be Spiral, oops, it's Lonely." If the entities have become blended, they are doing a really good job at it. 12:54 - "there were even recurring features iterating on different faces: the same green eyes on two women, identical moustaches on three men." Hey, I hate that actually. Very glad this is a podcast and I do not have to visually see that. It's an uncanny valley thing with me, I cannot stand that.

13:44 - "They were gaping square holes and beyond them was nothing at all" And my stomach became a gaping hole upon hearing those words. There's nothing out there. There is no outside. There is no past. There is no future. There is just here. You are here. Stay awhile. And then they start eating Terrance... 16:41 - "though I am painfully aware that no missing person report was filed with the police since apparently none of my colleagues, tutors or fellow students noticed my absence." Shit, no wonder something related to loneliness targeted him. That's depressing.

17:16 I keep hearing mechanical sounds. Like a camera flicking back and forth and refocusing. I'm just taking notice of the scene notes on the transcripts. The incidents have always said "CYBERSPACE", which I haven't taken much notice of. But this scene? "CCTV". That's what this is being recording on. That's what's watching them. I really should have been paying attention to the diegetic reason why we, the viewers, have even been able to hear all this.

18:21 - "and did you hear Lena put Colin on “mental health leave”" Well, Colin's gone. Hopefully he was actually put on mental health leave and not... shot.

19:01 Sam's phone. The scene note is Sam's phone. Something escaped. Something got in.

19:07 - "Sorry for the mess, I wasn’t expecting anyone." GERRY! I was spoiled that Gerry appeared at some point, it was impossible to avoid, but GERRY KEAY? HERE? NOW? THIS EPISODE? And Sam just knows him????? 19:58 - GERTRUDE "That would be me." I was wrong last episode. This will be the death of me. I somehow did not hear about THIS and I am glad because WHAT THE FUCK I guess Sam and Celia and investigating the Magnus Institute? Gerry is so cheerful and nice here. Like, he's so happy he doesn't even sound the same. It makes his fate in TMA even sadder.

20:39 - "What exactly did you say was your business with my grandson?" Is this an act? I think I remember Gerry was often mistaken for being Gertrude's grandson in TMA, so is she just leaning into it? Or did Gertrude full-on adopt Gerry? Was Gerry raised by Gertrude instead of Mary Keay? It would explain why Gerry does not see to be miserable.

21:05 - "I see. Well I’m sorry, but I don’t think Gerry can help you-" It's subtle, but the static rises here. Is Gerry getting compelled? But by who or what? It wouldn't be Gertrude, she's trying to hide it. 23:03 - "I’m trying to look into… Weird physics stuff: time travel, other dimensions, teleportation, all that good stuff." DID CELIA CROSS OVER SOMEHOW???? 23:21 - "You’re not doing research for that podcast you were on, are you?" THE FUCKING WHAT 23:27 - "Then yeah. I’m doing a favor for Georgie." FOR WHO? Celia on What the Ghost? Hello?????? That's the episode. I wondered again why "coursework" was a subcategory of hunger... Then I realized that the brackets are different, that's the format of the statement, not a subcategory. So I'm an idiot. I am also realizing there is chicken in the oven I should have pulled out 30 minutes ago.

[real-british-empire]

0: Height 151 cm

1: Age 16 :p

2: Shoe size 4-5

3: Do you smoke? I have, but don’t anymore

4: Do you drink? Whenever I have the chance 👁️👁️

5: Do you take drugs? No

6: Age you get mistaken for Depends, sometimes like 12, sometimes 17+

7: Have tattoos? No :(

8: Want any tattoos? YAYA

9: Got any piercings? Yup

10: Want any piercings? Ye

11: Best friend? Ya his name is Johnny

12: Relationship status Single, ready to mingle, no one wants to mingle with me though and I high key don’t blame them

13: Biggest turn ons biting, violence, literally anything sexual, being picked up

14: Biggest turn offs Discriminatory language, anything to do with trump and other such figures, not to kink shame but piss kinks and shit kinks (sorry)

15: Favorite movie DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE

16: I’ll love you if… You’re nice to me or at least willing to tolerate me and aren’t a trump supporter or homophobic/xenophobic etc, as well as wanting to make things work and I would LIKE physical affection (being a very physically affectionate person myself) but I can go without

17: Someone you miss My great nan—she died in January :(

18: Most traumatic experience Between June this year and October last year. October last year, I got caught doing SH for the second time that year and my mum beat the shit out of me 😍😍

and June this year, I’d got in trouble at school for being late with my art coursework not too long before, and had spent all day doing it that day, but wasn’t finished by the end of it, so my mum lost her shit and, again, beat the living crap out of me. So, after a lot of persuasion from my best friend, I decided to tell my councillor, who then told the school, who told social services, who told my mother. Of course, again, she went ape shit and started calling me manipulative and spoilt and a liar and blah blah blah and going on about how she’d lose her job (she’s a cop) and how we wouldn’t have any money and I’d never be allowed to go out with my friends again and I’d never get anymore birthday presents (because this was a week before my birthday) or have any privileges etc etc, making me feel bad for spilling even though I knew I’d get her in trouble (I thought my councillor wouldn’t tell if I asked her not to, but I was honestly too distressed when I did anyway). eventually she calmed down and promised not to hit me anymore and that she’d try to control her temper/what she says when she’s angry (she failed the second part VERY quickly) and I pretty much had to go back to school and lie, saying that what I said wasn’t true and I was doing it to get out of homework. And now I can’t open up to my new councillor, like, at all!! 😃😃😃

19: A fact about your personality Uh.. I’m INFP-T if that’s useful?

20: What I hate most about myself Most things, idk, looks, humour, personality, voice, stupid genitals

21: What I love most about myself I’m good at not getting angry ig?

22: What I want to be when I get older Literally anything to do with art because I can’t do anything else (well, I could, but I can’t do anything else and not hate my job)

23: My relationship with my sibling(s) Two half brothers on my dads side (I don’t see them much but I LOVW THEMMMM so so so so much I love them) and a little little sister (she’s a goblin and a little spoilt but oh well)

24: My relationship with my parent(s) I love my dad, even if he’s not here all the time

and my mum.. anything positive with her is like trying to light a fire with wet wood

25: My idea of a perfect date Literally anything, I won’t complain (please love me, I’m desperate)

26: My biggest pet peeves Trump 👁️👁️, again, discriminating, uh.. forcing your religion onto other people (love you religious girlies, you do you, especially if you find it fulfilling etc, but please don’t use it as an excuse to hate people or force other people into it—that’s not okay!! :( ) and eating kitkats wrong

27: A description of the girl/boy I like Uh.. strong chin, curtain bangs, brownish blond hair, nice boobs, he’s very nice and funny, he’s like pure English

and I also like this girl—she’s got bleach blond and brown hair, wears glasses, gets called emo a lot, very funny too, from turkey (we’ve done.. things, but I’m pretty sure I’m more of a side piece—not that I mind, I’ll take what I can get and I’m pleased with only being there when she wants me)

If never pursue anything with them though, I don’t want to tie them down (they can both do a lot better and deserve a lot better 💀)

28: A description of the person I dislike the most Frizzy brown hair, punchable face, kinda chubby, very heavy handed, annoying as hell and mixed race (got stuck in a friendship with them for 8 years, turns out they’re like really manipulative and just not a very nice person over all 😐)

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend Because I don’t want to upset them/bother them with my problems :(

30: What I hate the most about work/school The constant demand for hard work and very little consideration for student wellbeing

31: What my last text message says

[Pic of me at comic con in cosplay, mext to someone in a blow up dinosaur suit that’s Deadpool themed] ”Johnny took a crappy photo but DINOPOOOOOL 😍😍😍😍”

32: What words upset me the most Honestly, can’t decide, but they’re all from my mum

33: What words make me feel the best about myself “You’re my best friend and I love you so so much”

34: What I find attractive in women

35: What I find attractive in men

^^for both of these, I have like literally NO criteria—I’m not one for looks, and can’t really afford to care regardless. I just like boobs (of all kinds)

36: Where I would like to live The countryside ☺️

37: One of my insecurities My boobs (I want to cHOP THEM OFFFF)

38: My childhood career choice Uh.. I didn’t work as a kid 🌚 but I wanted to be a scientist, a zoologist, an artist, a chef and a bunch of other things all at the same time (I was.. ambitious, let’s say—I only pursued art though£

39: My favorite ice cream flavor Caramel :P

40: Who I wish I could be Literally anyone close to Hugh Jackman (ONE CHANCE HUGH PLEASESEEE 😭😭😭)

41: Where I want to be right now The void

42: The last thing I ate A chocolate yoghurt

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately HUGH JACKMAN

44: A random fact about anything They say fuck 118 times in Deadpool and Wolverine… that’s a franchise record.

Are you ok?/gen

[frogofalltime]

22.02.2024

today started off well despite having only 6 hours of sleep overnight, because i actually turned up to my morning class and it was about sharks and fish !! i am a huge fan of sharks so it made me really happy.

i held some shark eggs and my lecturer also brought a fresh dead fish to show us its anatomy lol. i took pictures and videos to share with @etherealspacejelly because it is even more autistic about sharks than i am :)

then i went to the library to study, but on the way i stopped to look at this beautiful tree

then when i got to the library my day became Bad™️. there is some coursework that i thought was due next monday, but when i opened up the instructions to make a start on it, i found out it was actually due tomorrow, and i did not have the time or energy to get it done. i panicked and didn't know what to do.

i asked robin for some help, assuming he had already done this work because usually i'm the more disorganised one. but they had not started it either and they were struggling a lot. there was a Situation which i misunderstood, and that made them upset.

we had a lecture after that and it was hard to concentrate. then as we walked out of the lecture theatre a girl i lived with for 2 months in 2020 and have not seen since somehow recognised me, called out my deadname (and mispronounced it too), and tried to talk to me, which i was not prepared for, so i kind of freaked out and ran away. i did not get on with her at all when we lived together, and i know we have both definitely grown up a lot in the last few years, but i was already stressed enough, so i couldn't deal with her just then.

i caught up with robin and another friend who had kept walking without me. neither of them seemed in the mood to talk much, which is understandable because of stress / illness / autism etc. we went back to the house to eat and work on our assignments.

then i had mentoring to help me with autism and adhd related issues. i told my mentor that i stopped taking adhd meds and i am so tired, i keep falling asleep in the day, and i'm extremely stressed about my assignments, so she helped me to get an extension on my deadlines. that helped a lot.

she had also brought her service dog in to work and he was the loveliest thing i have ever seen. stroking him really calmed me down too, although i always get a bit of a moral dilemma when i interact with dogs because muslims say your prayers won't be accepted if dog saliva gets on you, but i don't know if i believe that.

there was one more lecture which was pretty boring and felt like a waste of time. i almost fell asleep with my head on the desk. then finally i could go home.

when i got home i sat down to decompress. robin messaged me to apologise for what happened earlier, i said i was sorry too, and we sorted it out. i did get rather upset, but it was okay, i think i needed to cry to get out all the stress anyway.

finally i ate, got ready for bed, and fell asleep almost immediately. i had very weird dreams. i think i slept for around 10 hours, which i definitely needed.

also my extension request was approved, so i can take my time with all that coursework, which is really helpful :)