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[eva-care-dental-clinic]

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[gumnut-logic]

Reassurance

Had a crappy day, have no brain, so wrote soppy goop.

Many thanks to @onereyofstarlight for reading through said soppy goop. I may have to offer her a long term dental plan for her sacrifice.

I hope you don't drown in the goop.

-o-o-o-

He startled awake with a gasp.

Oh, god. Oh, god, no.

The nightmare drifted away leaving terror in its wake.

Please, god, no.

Virgil rolled over and untangled himself from the bed covers. The clock on his nightstand cheerfully claimed it was 4am.

He had only slept an hour.

Oh, hell.

He pushed his protesting body to sit up on the side of the bed, his bare feet catching in the carpet. His head fell into his hands as phantom images from his brain bounced back and forth and sweat dripped down his spine.

They were all okay.

It was just a stupid dream.

They weren’t…

He shoved off the bed and stumbled into his bathroom, hitting the light and almost blinding himself. Cold water on his face brought back reality.

His family was safe in bed.

Not dead.

Not dying.

Not screaming his name.

He groaned, closed his eyes and ran wet fingers through his hair.

Goddamnit.

He shoved a towel into his face and through his hair. Killing the bathroom light, he strode back into his bedroom, letting his eyes adjust enough to find an old t-shirt and shove it on. He pushed open the door to his rooms and stepped out into the silent hallway.

The transparent roof let in the waning moon and starlight just enough to see and Virgil made his way quietly down the hall to Alan’s bedroom.

He’d done this so many times before. Snuck into bedrooms to check on family simply because he needed a little reassurance that they were still there, still safe. To abate the terror that gnawed on his mind.

Alan was there. His littlest brother was curled up on his rug on the floor, soft breaths teasing the fibre strands in front of his face.

Virgil couldn’t see much.

But he could see enough.

He approached cautiously, not wanting to disturb and crouched down beside the kid genius with a big heart.

Allie’s face was slack in sleep, a mere shaping of shadows in the pale light from the hallway. The bandaid on his head wasn’t an injury, just a scratched pimple to prove he was still a teenager with teenager problems.

Beyond the rocket and the death-defying feats.

Virgil rested a hand ever so softly on his little brother’s arm and whispered, “Love you, Allie.”

Alan shifted and Virgil lifted his hand away. He pushed himself to his feet, ever so embarrassed should he be caught, and slipped from the room on silent feet.

He closed Alan’s door quietly and leant against the corridor wall.

Was it wrong to need the reassurance? Was he being stupid?

He swallowed, took a couple of steps and stood in front of Gordon’s door.

His military brothers were lighter sleepers and he had to be extra careful.

Gordon was tangled in his bed sheets as usual and Virgil had to fight the urge to untangle him. Messy golden hair lit up in the pale light and Virgil crouched down beside his fish brother, eyes skipping over the scars set in relief by that same light across Gordy’s back.

His brother was breathing, breath drawn in and out with the occasional snore.

Virgil dared not touch Gordon, no matter how much he wanted to. But he did watch him for a moment, etching proof of life into his brain.

“Love you, Gordy.”

Gordon grunted, grabbed a chunk of bed sheet and hugged it to his chest.

Virgil bit his lip and stepped back, slipping out the door.

He let a breath go once the door was closed.

He had to leave the residential rooms to track down his space brother. He had a pact with Eos, bribed with processors so she wouldn’t tell John.

Entering the empty comms room revealed just a hint of the coming day as the faintest of lines on the horizon to the east. Traditionally, his military brothers would be up within the hour, but considering how late they all made it to bed, John had probably cancelled all the alarms and put IR into passive mode.

Virgil couldn’t remember if Scott had given the order. He had been too strung out, too exhausted, too terrified of what almost happened and how lucky he had been.

“Eos, report on John please.”

“Good morning, Virgil.” Her voice was soft, under strict instruction due to mistakes past. “John is currently sleeping quietly. All vitals stable. He drank water before bed and has been undisturbed.”

“Thank you, Eos. Visual, please.”

“Are you sure? John has been teaching me about privacy and-“

“Eos, please. I need this.”

There was silence a moment before the holoprojector lit up, bathing the room, and Virgil, in blue.

John slept curled on his side, hands bunched up under his chin, hair in his eyes.

Virgil smiled despite himself. John had been fighting that cowlick since he was little. During the day he had it under control with all the product deployed, but at night it ruled and John surrendered.

It made him look so young.

And so atypical of his usual neat appearance.

“Love you, Johnny.”

This time he could reach out and run his fingers through photons. It wasn’t enough but it was something.

Staring a moment longer, he reached down and turned the projector off.

Night returned to the room and his eyes dazed with after images.

He took the opportunity and jogged down the stairs to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass, he filled it with tap water and sculled it down.

The cool liquid sucked the heat from his belly.

He left the cup on the sink and made his way up all the stairs and back into the residential hallways. Part of him always wanted to visit his grandmother and Kayo, but there were limits to the breaches in privacy he was willing to commit.

Standing in the hallway outside their doors, he whispered words into the woodwork and left them undisturbed.

At the end of the hallway, lay Scott’s rooms. He knew he was always welcome there. In his big brother’s own words late at night over one too many drinks, desperate to wash away memories that hurt, Scott had said in no uncertain words - anytime, anywhere, always.

Virgil had no doubt it was the same for all his brothers, for all of them. Each of them were there for each other. They were family.

But as Virgil stood outside that door, he was still of two minds. He needed to erase that image from his dream. That last gasp of breath, that terror, and his failure to be what he needed to be.

Because the biggest fear was that one day Virgil wasn’t going to be there for his big brother and that would be it. The end. Scott would be gone and Virgil’s world would crumble.

But at the same time. All this? Was stupid. Why risk Scott’s sleep, something he sorely needed, just because Virgil couldn’t keep it together?

His back fell against the corridor wall, and Virgil let himself slide down until his butt hit the floor.

His head dropped into his hands.

His eyes clenched shut.

And he wished the world away.

-o-o-o-

He didn’t realise the door had opened until a pair of long, pyjama-clad legs folded down beside him and an arm wrapped around his shoulders.

Scott’s other arm drew him in him until his brother’s face was buried in Virgil’s hair.

Virgil groaned. “Sorry.”

Scott’s breath teased his hair. “Dreams?”

“Yeah.”

His brother squeezed just a little tighter. “Same.”

“Damn…”

“Yeah.”

Virgil didn’t ask if his brother was okay, because the answer was obvious. Instead, he rested against Scott drawing in the strength for what he needed to be for his brother.

“Love you, Virg. You know that, don’t you?”

His heart missed a beat. “Yeah.” He swallowed. “Love you, too.”

“Anytime, anywhere, always.” Scott’s hand moved to the back of Virgil’s neck, warm and so there.

Virgil’s eyes closed against the cotton of his big brother’s pyjamas. “Always.”

-o-o-o-

[shithowdy]

Yo hello there! I’m very sorry to bother you at this time of the day, just reaching out if you’d be so kind to check the post that I pinned on my blog and maybe give it a little help by boosting/sharing it? it’s for my cat :((( and we need help to get him the dental care he needs. It would really mean the world to me and I understand if you don’t, still appreciate you and stay safe! Btw, please do send me a msg to reply or answer the ask privately instead as I dont want other blogs to think im a spambot or what, once again im sorry for asking this, praying you’d consider! 🥲🙏

how about i answer this publicly so people can see exactly what a spambot these days looks like?

ai generated character icon, a very short and sanitary history of reblogs that are all relevant to the scam in question to appear legitimate (cats, popular fandom), and a search for the name "amy danescmand" across tumblr reveals a several-year history of the paypal account being linked for various dire needs.

it should be obvious enough to people that being asked to keep something like this to dms is shady as hell, but their post says they've managed to squeeze $180 out of users already, so let's have a learning moment instead. always scrutinize where your money is going in crowdfunds; look up names, do reverse image searches, check for generative images, and confirm user activity patterns.

[anonymouspuzzler]

every canon fact about Kamal is extremely fucking funny to me. he's the world's most normal man. he's a dental hygienist who likes mecha anime and biking and bunnies and indie folk rock and he now has a boyfriend who is maybe a cryptid and a daughter who can and Will punch things for fun. this is the funniest man I've ever seen and by god I cannot resist making things Happen to him.

(detailed image descriptions slash transcript under cut!)

Panel/image 1: Kamal is riding a bike, facing the left side of the image, with Putunia strapped into a child seat on the back of the bike. Kamal is wearing sweatpants, sneakers, a hoodie and a helmet; Putinia is wearing a helmet alongside her usual outfit of a sleeveless dress, black tights, and boxing gloves. Kamal is visibly struggling, shaking and face set in a sweaty grimace, hair blown back in the breeze. He is thinking to himself, "it's free resistance training it's free resistance training keep going oh god just keep moving you're gonna have thighs that could kill god after this oh my god do not stop pedaling you will slide right back down the hill and die instantly probably???" Putunia, grinning with her arms in the air and legs kicking, shouts, "FASTER SOLDIER!!!! BECOME UN-CATCHABLE!!!!!"

Panel/image 2: The panel is divided horizontally with a jagged line. On top, Habit, wearing a ringer t-shirt and an apron, with his hair tied back in a ponytail, is on the phone and smiling warmly. He holds the phone in his right hand with one pinky up, and twirls the cord on his left finger. There are little hearts surrounding his head and speech bubble as he says (in misspelled Habitspeak) "OH IT'S KAMAL!!! Hiiii HI Kamal (smiley face) Are you calling me to say you are safe and having fun at park? I like hearing your voice,". Below the jagged divider line is a scene of Kamal at the park, with Putunia in the background going down a slide in delight, arms in the air. There is also a swingset behind her and two springy-horse toys to the right. Kamal is in the foreground leaning against a payphone with his right arm, holding the receiver in his left, looking completely haggard with his hair a mess, face set in a grimace, and sweat dripping everywhere. He interrupts Habit with, "HI THAT'S GREAT MAN CAN YOU COME PICK US UP THANKS".

Panel/image 3: A flatbed truck is driving facing the right of the screen, with several plants and Kamal's bike in the truck bed. Kamal sits in the passenger side of the truck, one arm hanging out the window, head back and expression exhausted. Habit, driving with both hands on the wheel, tilts his head to look at Putunia sitting at his right with a smile, asking (in mispelled Habitspeak) "Did you have fun??? (smiley face)" Putunia, smiling back, replies, "YEAH!!!!!!!! BUT KAMAL NEEDS MORE TRAINING". Habit adds, "Well, maybe next time".

[vergess]

Yoo hello there! I know that this isn’t the best time to ask this but I am reaching out to you with a heavy heart and a plea for assistance for my cat Pirate who is in dire need of dental care. Please see my pinned post on this blog and if its okay, please do share it or boost it as it would really mean the world to me. Please do send me a message to reply or answer the ask privately as I just want to avoid other people to think im a spambot or what, praying you’d consider. Please stay safe and be well!

So! This is a scam message!

If you take a look at the photos the OP uses, they're pretty convincing and don't ping on a reverse image search, but! They are AI generated. You can tell either by feeding them to an AI detector if you have one you trust, or by examining the spots where the cat's "teeth" grow out from its "tongue" instead of its gums.

Anyway, I will be reporting this account as a scam.

And as for the ratfuck bastard who made this account: eat shit and die. Real people living in real poverty use this website's history of charitable giving to keep their real selves and real pets alive.

You are a sick little parasite.

[strawberrysunsets]

The Empty World (Ch. 10)

Donald Pierce x fReader

Status: Ongoing

Summary: Pierce and the Reavers are sent to capture a mutant with mysterious abilities. This chapter: The mutant sets out on their first assignment for Transigen, amid mounting tension with the Reavers.

Warnings: Swearing, injuries, mention of cannon death, mention of cannon torture, mention of cannon suicide, manipulation.

Angst, slow burn, enemies to lovers

Author's Note: Hiiiii yes tis I another six months later lol hope you enjoy💓

It was late when you woke the next day. The alarm clock by your bed flashed red digits– 3:00pm – and you only had a moment to float in the thoughtless peace of waking before a knot of anxiety settled in your stomach.  

While last night’s encounter with Pierce was still fresh in your mind – a little thrill of revulsion dancing through you at the thought – it wasn’t the cause for your nerves. Nor was it the constant worry over whether Laura and the other mutants were safe. No; the adrenaline mounting in your system as you stumbled to the bathroom to brush your teeth was solely a result of the fact that after a week of waiting, and briefing, and training your injured shoulder back into shape, the day of your assignment had finally arrived. 

You washed your face, drying it with a hand towel before dressing in the uniform you’d laid out the day before. 

You hadn’t lasted long in high school before taking to the road, but you remembered the feeling of walking into a room to take a test you knew you weren’t prepared for. This was something like that. Except you were surrounded by literal enemies, here – not just the disapproving gazes of teachers – and the stakes of this test were life and death. If you failed this assignment, would Transigen even bother keeping to your deal? Or would they decide you were of more use to them chained to a table in a lab than out in the field?

…and if you succeeded? You’d tried not to think about it. But how many lives might suffer the consequences of Zenith Lab’s scientist falling into Transigen’s hands?

You found yourself gripping the edge of the table by your window, your knuckles turning white as you stared emptily out at the view before you. The empty lot, where last night, you'd confronted Pierce. You turned away, massaging your temples. It was an exercise in futility, trying to predict the possible outcomes of your actions. For now, only one thing was certain: as long as you worked for Transigen, Laura and the others were safe. Or as safe as you could make them. And they'd been through enough. You squeezed your eyes shut against the barrage of horrible images your mind threatened to dredge up from Gabriela's video. You had to focus. 

Your mission was simple. 

The target was Zenith Lab’s complex, a skyscraper in the downtown core of Mexico City with a security system designed specifically to keep intruders like Transigen’s agents out. So, for the Reavers to gain entry to the building, that security system had to be disabled. There was only one issue: the security hub lay on the high rise’s twenty-seventh floor, and no aircraft could deploy an air team to reach it without being detected by the lab’s scanners. Something smaller, though–say, a winged mutant–wouldn’t trip those sensors. There was a reason Clark, the security coordinator, had had you memorizing floor plans for a week. 

It would be up to you to take out the security mainframe, allowing the Reavers access to the building.  

Seeing as I’m carrying this whole damn plan on my shoulders, you thought, sifting through the equipment you’d acquired from the recon manager– you’d think this job would at least come with dental. But no; just the slim promise of freedom for Laura and the other mutants, and an even slimmer paycheck. 

You pulled on the bullet proof vest and slotted the taser into its holster at your hip–silently glad they’d only given you nonlethal means of disarming the guards–then examined the final item in your kit. It was an armpiece, meant to be worn like a cuff around your bicep. Upon turning it over, the only identifying information you could find were a barcode and manufacturer’s label, and you scrutinized it for a moment before putting it on. 

A tracker? To make sure you stayed on course? It seemed superfluous, since you weren’t going anywhere with Transigen’s threat looming over Laura and the others. And since Clark had said you’d be out of radio contact until you’d disabled the mainframe to avoid detection, it couldn’t be a transmitter of any sort. What, then? 

You mulled over the question as you made your way through the lab’s stark hallways, even as you mentally reviewed the stages of tonight’s plan. Fly to Zenith Labs. Break in through the roof door, which would be locked but unguarded, then take out whatever skeleton staff were on the nightshift at the security hub. Finally, meet Pierce and his Reavers as they executed the rest of the plan, and get the hell out of dodge. 

Simple, if not exactly easy. 

The rest of the late day passed in the same gray blur as all your days at Transigen, different only because of your mounting anxiety. 

Nightfall found you in the lobby as a Reaver named ‘Kills’ dispersed earpieces to Reavers who waited impatiently by the door or cracked jokes in groups along the walls. There were less than a dozen in total; all the same rough, macho-sadist types who seemed drawn to the Reaver corps like moths to a flame. You stood out amongst them like a sore thumb, even as you tried to make yourself invisible. It would've been hard enough to keep a low profile as the only non leather-wearing, gun-toting one among them, let alone the only woman, mutant, and goddamn avian. As it was, you tried to look as cold and disinterested as possible in order to repulse their attention. Pierce hadn’t yet appeared, and it was with a mixture of dread and anticipation that you thought of running into him tonight.

Finally the Reavers began moving towards the lab’s doors, and you followed them out, the night air quickly snapping everything into hyperfocus. 

It was a warm, humid night, and the sounds of the city felt alien to you after days in the quiet sterility of the lab. It felt like ages since you’d last walked a city’s streets, and been a part of that noise. Some part of you wondered if you ever would again. 

Three black trucks were parked in a line down the lab’s drive, and the Reavers were moving around them and climbing inside. Someone directed you towards one, and you climbed inside, pulling your wings in tight to avoid brushing the doors. 

There were five Reavers already inside the truck, and all glanced up as you entered, save the man typing away on a laptop. Their faces were cold and dispassionate, but beneath that mask, you recognized a plethora of emotions. Disgust. Hatred. Malicious interest. Once again, your instincts told you to run –that this was a tiger’s cage, and you were a fool for stepping into it. 

But these assholes aren’t hunting me anymore, you thought to yourself, forcefully. They already won. I’m here by choice.  

The truck’s door slid shut behind you, and you set your jaw. Go figures the actual mission would be the least of your problems tonight. These men seemed primed for a fight, and you could feel their sights quickly settling on you. 

“You can sit down here, doll,” a man with a thick bullet-proof vest and an abundance of side holsters said, grinning as he nodded to his lap. “C’mon over.”

You glared at him, and lowered yourself into the nearest empty seat. “I’d rather not catch whatever brain-eating disease you have,” you snapped back, “thanks.” 

“Damned if we gotta work with a fucking mutey,” one of the other men muttered, clicking his gun into its holster emphatically.  

“Hey, she’s on our side, now!” Another laughed. He had stubbled cheeks and a purple bandana tied around his neck. “Gonna help us take out her own kind, just like that albino traitor,” he taunted lazily. “Ain’t that right, girl?”

A hot flush of anger overtook you, along with a sudden sense of claustrophobia at the van’s tight quarters. They don’t get to fucking mention Caliban. For a moment there was a loud buzzing in your ears, and a tide of memories and pain threatened to overwhelm you. Then you shoved the thoughts of Caliban back behind their wall , and turned on the Reavers. 

“We’re not hunting mutants tonight, piss-brain,” you shot back at the man with the bandana. “Did you miss the briefing? I know reading comprehension is above your paygrade, but it’s a fucking scientist you’re after.” 

It felt good to see the man’s gaze darken. “Guess that depends if we find any,” he replied, lip curling in a humorless smile. “Who knows what they’re hiding up there?” He leaned towards you conspiratorially, revealing the line of tattoos that stretched down his neck below the bandana. “Me, I'm hope there’s a few mutts,” his smile grew colder, and his eyes raked over your face in search of a reaction. “It’d be nice to have a little target practice.” 

Heat prickled down your spine, and you didn’t break his gaze. You weren’t going to be baited by this asshole. 

One of the other men–the bald one–was smiling, too; the same lazy malice written on his face as he watched you. “It has been a while since we got some hunting in,” he agreed. “Heard those kids gave quite the chase. But I’m sure ol’ Wolvey took the cake.” 

Your skin flushed hotter before you could get a handle on yourself. 

“How many shots did he take before he went down?” The bald man continued, turning to the other quizzically as bandana-man pursed his lips in thought. “Fuck, gotta be two-dozen?” He smiled, turning his gaze back to you as he let out a low whistle. 

The tension in the truck was thick as tar, and finally even the man on the laptop looked up, glancing between you and the Reavers. 

The buzzing in your mind felt like it was growing louder, like a freight train overtaking you; and all at once, the hot, prickling sensation on your skin resolved itself into something familiar. Something like crackling energy, and an awful golden light lurking just beyond your fingertips. 

The blood drained from your face. 

“You know ‘bout that, feathers?” The first man was asking, leaning forward as if in earnest. “Naw, she wasn’t there,” the other Reaver replied. “Missed the whole thing! Gotta tell her about it.”

What would happen if your powers returned, here and now? If your Ether flared inside this truck?

You had no idea, but you doubted there’d be any survivors. 

And would that be so bad? Some dark part of you whispered, lulling you towards the crackling energy. To end this awful game, and go out with a fucking bang? To take some of these assholes with you? 

Some distant, reasonable part of you was shouting for your attention, but far nearer was the forgefire of everything you’d shoved behind a wall in your mind. It was rage, and fear, and months of unprocessed grief–and that dam wasn’t going to hold forever. 

Somewhere outside the truck, there were voices, and engines revving–but they seemed far away compared to the dark, taunting eyes of the men before you. One little slip, one burst of energy–and they’d be gone, and you’d be gone from this place. 

The stillness of the truck was shattered as the front passenger door swung open, and a familiar figure climbed inside, blond hair tousled from the wind. The man with the bandana leaned back in his seat, breaking eye contact, and the bald man smiled sardonically as he shifted away, too. 

“Boys,” Pierce greeted, his gaze roving over the Reavers before settling on you. “Playin’ nicely?” 

The heat was high in your cheeks, and the buzzing in your mind still grappled for your attention as you tried to regain control. Now’s not the time to lose it, you told yourself, trying to shove the energy back behind its wall. Not with so much on the line. You couldn’t be so selfish. 

You could feel Pierce’s gaze on you, and from the corner of your eye you saw when the man on the computer glanced up, briefly locking eyes with Pierce as they seemed to exchange some sort of information. Pierce sat back in his seat, sighed once through his nose, then swung back out of the truck. You barely registered it when he appeared at your side door, sliding it open and taking hold of your arm as he pulled you back out into the night. 

Too surprised to resist, you landed on the sidewalk, and he shoved the door shut behind you, suddenly cutting you off from the scene within. 

“What are you doing?” You asked dumbly, slowly returning to yourself as he shepherded you down the walkway. Pierce only snorted, directing you towards one of the other trucks. “C’mon, baby,” he drawled, opening its door and herding you inside. “We're gonna ride recon.” 

***

The inside of the recon truck was quiet as it rumbled through the city streets, lights and the occasional bright storefront flashing past outside. The radio played a late-night mexican station and the transceiver crackled with brief messages and replies from the convoy, while the man in the passenger seat watched what appeared to be a live feed from outside Zenith Labs. 

They were headed to a drop point, from which you’d get airborn and make your way to the building while the Reavers followed from the ground. 

Pierce was listening to the transceiver's chatter, judging by the tilt of his head, and idly adjusting one of the components of his mechanical arm as the driver wove the truck through the midnight streets. The Reaver Commander wore his usual fatigues, black t-shirt, and leather jacket; but now with the addition of a kevlar vest, and holsters on either side of his hips. He was ready for a fight; but then again, he always looked ready for a fight. 

Finally, Pierce sighed.  

“I spent plenty of time around soldiers,” he said conversationally, shifting back against the truck's netted wall. “After a while, you learn the look of someone who’s about to break.” He met your gaze briefly, knowingly, as he twisted the metal dial that was his forearm in a series of smooth clicks.

You looked away, trying not to think about what had happened with the Reavers in the other truck. How you’d almost lost control. So easily, so quickly–and still, how the energy behind your mind’s wall seemed agitated, like a pot of water on too high heat. 

“Seen it happen,” Pierce continued. “Watched ‘em puke up their guts, or run for home…usually at the first fight, or first kill. First time facing bad odds,” he smiled drily. “And I wouldn’t care a whit about you going haywire on us,” he sighed, “except I seen what you can do when you break.” 

That day on the overpass. A car wreck, and an explosion of swirling golden Ether. 

You winced, and you could feel your usual composure eluding you. You knew that bits of your feelings were getting through; the shame. The anger. Fear. There was no stopping them. You swallowed, taking a deep breath. The least you could do was try to settle your stomach. There was a chance you might lose control and vaporize someone tonight, but you were not going to puke. 

Pierce was unfazed, staring at you as he leaned back. “Thing is, baby-" His mouth curved in an unfeeling smile. “-there’s a whole lot of people riding on tonight’s little operation. So I'll thank you not to blow the whole thing sky-high before we even get started.” 

“I’m not going to jeopardize your precious little kidnapping mission,” you snapped back. “I’m not going to break.” 

There was a beat of silence, and you returned your gaze to the window as you ignored the hollowness of your own words. 

In truth, you were relieved beyond measure that he’d pulled you away from the Reavers in that moment. You didn’t know what might have happened if you’d stayed, and didn’t want to consider it. Stupid, perceptive bastard. As it was, you still felt like your control was balancing on a knife’s edge–and the mission which that afternoon had felt impossible now felt like a death sentence. If you wanted to get through this, you couldn’t delve into your feelings. You had to do –not think. Not feel. 

“I’m not going to break,” you breathed, repeating it more to yourself than anyone else. Pierce sighed through his nose, not bothering to argue the point, then leaned forward and tugged at one of the straps of your vest, unfastening it.

“Hey–” you jerked away in surprise. His lips twitched, and he rolled his eyes. “Let me help you, sugar. You done it up all wrong.” 

Your breathing grew shallow as he leaned forward, his hands working deftly to pull the strap from its loop.

This close, his stature was even more intimidating than usual; your entire world taken up by his tall frame and thick arms. As if sensing your thoughts, Pierce smirked. His face was shadowed in the darkened car, but you could feel it. Asshole. 

"Easy, baby. Can't have your gear on wrong, now, can we?" 

His arms encircled you as he crossed the straps behind your back, and for a moment the warmth of his biceps pressed into your shoulders, and you could smell the musky, cheap scent of his aftershave. You turned your eyes skyward, ignoring the proximity of his neck and jaw, and tried to keep your thoughts from straying inevitably towards last night. Futilely. Your cheeks reddened. 

Then he was before you once more, fastening the straps tightly; his face shadowed, though the flash of the streetlamps illuminated the skull and crossbones inked across his neck. You made a mental note to mention to him how tacky the tattoo was, as soon as you'd regained your focus. Right now, you were too distracted; torn somewhere between the vile, magnetic pull of him, and the unnervingness of his physicality. Even without his robotic arm, he was frighteningly strong-and exactly the wrong kind of person to wield that power.

Still, his proximity calmed a small part of you by some infinitesimal amount. For even after witnessing your near loss of control, Donald Pierce didn’t seem scared of you. And in some way, that helped you feel less scared of yourself. Even if his character tended to counteract that effect. 

He finished with the vest, and you took a breath, nerves zinging as he leaned away. 

“There you go, sweetheart. All good,” he said, half mocking.

You thought his assessment over, but then his gaze fell to your arm. You’d almost forgotten the armband, but Pierce reached forward to grip your bicep, turning it into his view. His hands were firm; clinical in their assessment, but still the smirk remained. 

“No one told you how to put the damn thing on?” He asked, fiddling with something on the armband so that it clicked more firmly into place. 

“I didn’t exactly get workplace training,” you shot back, trying to keep your voice steady and unbothered by your racing heart.

The truck was beginning to slow, finally, and you examined the sharp lines of his face in the halflight. “What is that thing, anyway?”

Pierce sat back, finally widening the space between you as he took his radio from the wall, slotting it into his belt. 

“Technical,” he replied. “Keeps your gear from emitting frequencies scanners might pick up while you’re on the way in.” 

You processed this information, idly straightening your shirt as the van rolled to a stop. Sometimes it was easy to forget that beyond the gun-obsessed, vaping, muscle-shirt wearing exterior, Pierce was smart. You'd worked as a mechanic, and were a dab hand at fixing basic wiring and the like-but Pierce was on another level. He'd designed his own mechanical arm out of advanced robotics, along with the enhancements on other Reavers-and seemed to have a disturbingly good understanding of things like energy signatures and transmissions. Power, in the worst possible hands. 

You heard other engines cutting off outside, and Pierce leaned forwards, pulling open the truck's side door as the night wind rushed in. You climbed unsteadily out, wings flaring for balance as you found your footing on the rocky ground. 

The place where the trucks had stopped appeared to be a dusty, dead-end road, slightly elevated from the rest of the city by a small hill. It was bordered on one side by a chainlink fence, and on the other by a grassy expanse which led down towards the roofs of some houses. 

“Now, you do what you gotta do to hold up your end of the bargain tonight, sugar,” Pierce said, swinging out of the truck after you. “No room for anything else. We’re gonna be right behind you.” He grinned. “In spirit, if not in the flesh.” 

The truck stopped across from you was the one from before, and as you watched, the Reavers from within climbed out to lean against the doors or hang from the windows. Purple bandana leaned against its side, while the bald man watched from the open door. His gaze was gloating, but you ignored it. Still, you couldn't shake the feeling that they were all watching you-sizing you up; as if waiting for something.

Pierce leaned against the recon truck, his tall frame impossible to ignore at your back; and you realized what they were all waiting for. 

You. Of course they were going to watch you take off; for you were a freak, and they had front row seats to the show.

A pang of anxiety shot through you at the thought. You'd always known how much the Reavers hated you; hated all mutants-but it was a different beast to feel it. This was truly what you were to them. An aberration; some strange, depraved mistake that nature made, and on which they had the chance to profit. You didn't feel confidant under their scrutiny, but you sure as hell weren't going to show them how much it rattled you.

Might as well make it worth their while, you thought, jaw clenching. You took a few anticipatory breaths, and bounced on the balls of your feet as you worked up your courage.

Just do. Don’t think. Don’t feel. Take the damn sociopath's advice, and do what you have to do to get through the night. 

“Catch you on the other side,” Pierce grinned, wolflike in the darkness. 

Without waiting to reply, you took a running start towards the grassy slope. The air was cool on your hot cheeks as you sprinted, leaving all thought behind. The chainlink fence and red roofs of the houses at the bottom of the slope grew nearer, and then your feet left the ground, and the sudden sensation of weightlessness hit you like a wall as your wings fanned out on either side. 

They’d chosen a good take-off point. The natural updraft of the hill caught you almost immediately, carrying you effortlessly up and away from the shrinking roofs. 

Your newly-healed muscles ached at the exertion, but the ache was dull, dampened by the sudden thrill of flight. It felt like leaving it all behind; like escaping the tethers of your mind, and throwing fear to the wind. 

How long had it been, since you really flew ? But you couldn’t think about that now; only the task ahead. 

Far below, truck doors slammed as Reavers climbed back inside and the black vans pulled away from the drop point. And high above, you wheeled towards the city; focus honed to a single point of intent as you worked to pick out the dark shape of one specific skyscraper among the rest.

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[johannestevans]

M3gan and a lonely child

“She’ll take care of the little things, so you can spend more time doing the things that matter.”

From left to right, M3gan (Amie Donald), Gemma (Allison Williams), and Cady (Violet McGraw). Image via IMDb.

M3GAN, directed by Gerald Johnstone and written by Akela Cooper, is a great little horror film — it’s funny, it’s freaky, it’s well-paced, and obviously M3gan herself is a really great character who’s already had a lot of impact in memes and pop culture.

Cady (Violet McGraw), a quiet and self-effacing little girl, is orphaned when her parents are killed in a car accident, after which she’s sent to live with her Aunt Gemma (Allison Williams). Her aunt, a workaholic engineer at a famous toy company, pairs Cady up with the newest toy in development — M3GAN, standing for Model 3 Generative Android, a life-sized human doll that uses AI learning models to engage with, teach, care for, and otherwise be a companion to the children she’s paired with. M3GAN (played by Amie Donald, voiced by Jenna Davis) spends time with Cady while Gemma focuses for the majority of the film on her work, not realising that she’s neglecting Cady’s emotional needs or that M3gan’s learning model is more dangerous than she anticipated.

One thing I didn’t expect going into it was how much the central politics of the film would hit me and how hard — M3GAN throughout shows you a deeply unhappy, lonely little girl, and step-by-step goes through what has made her that way.

It would have been very easy for the film to basically treat M3GAN as a metaphor for the terrors of “screentime”, and how too much screentime harms a child — it stunts their growth! They become too used to screens! They become lonely and sad!

I don’t disagree that too much time using screens can be detrimental to anyone’s life and development, but it can’t be denied that screentime is frequently used as a boogeyman to distract from the real issue: that many caregivers give their children TV, computers, or their phones, because they don’t want to waste their time interacting with them. Children are stranded with screens and technology because their parents are busy, or tired, or just want them to be quiet. The technology itself is not the problem, but the desire to put this technology in your child’s hands and then walk away or mentally disengage so that you can do something else.

While there are a few moments in the film where Gemma (Allison Williams) treats M3gan with the casual disregard she might do an iPad, the core of most of the film is in that M3gan is making Cady feel cared for, which nobody else does.

Before I dig in, according to the NSPCC, these are the four main forms of child neglect:

Physical neglect. A child’s basic needs, such as food, clothing or shelter, are not met or they aren’t properly supervised or kept safe.

Educational neglect. A parent doesn’t ensure their child is given an education.

Emotional neglect. A child doesn’t get the nurture and stimulation they need. This could be through ignoring, humiliating, intimidating or isolating them.

Medical neglect. A child isn’t given proper health care. This includes dental care and refusing or ignoring medical recommendations.

Apart from medical neglect, in the course of M3gan, Cady experiences all of these forms of neglect from Gemma, and potentially from her parents as well. As well as Cady, a boy called Brandon (Cady’s bully who is killed by M3gan) also appears to be neglected by his mother, and Dewey the dog is also heavily neglected and not given appropriate care as a pet by Celia, Gemma’s neighbour.

The whole film is about desires to replace the basic responsibilities of caregiving with various alternatives, and also about avoiding the basic responsibilities of other relationships with each other and our communities.

M3gan’s not the cause of any of these, but a symptom, and a catalyst for their being shown more obviously.

Read on Patreon / / Read on Medium.

About 10k, a 38min read.

[kyra45]

[Image ID: Screenshot of an ask from the username howlingdreams. It reads as follows: “Hi! I’m very sorry to bother you, just reaching out if you’d be so kind to check the post that I pinned on my blog and maybe give it a little help by boosting/sharing it? it’s for my cat :((( and we need help to get her the dental care she needs. It would really mean the world to me and I understand if you don’t, still appreciate you and stay safe! Btw, please do send me a msg to reply or answer the ask privately instead as I dont want other blogs to think im a spambot or what, once again im sorry for asking this, praying you’d consider!” And ends with a sad emoji and praying emoji. /End ID]

A common scam ask sent by accounts who are scamming people and never like to reply when confronted about it and when they do reply they just throw a temper tantrum while providing proof their legitimate. When evidence is shown their not legit, they’ll ignore it and block the one accusing them. These scammers tend to deactivate when called out or change urls.

(Blog has since went down.)

[the-kipsabian]

Yo hi there! I’m very sorry to bother you at this time of the day, just reaching out if you’d be so kind to check the post that I pinned on my blog and maybe give it a little help by boosting/sharing it? it’s for my cat :((( and we need help to get him the dental care he needs. It would really mean the world to me and I understand if you don’t, still appreciate you and stay safe! and btw, please do send me a msg to reply or answer the ask privately instead as I want avoid other blogs to think im a spambot or what, once again im sorry for asking this, praying you’d consider! 🫶🏽🥹

you know what

no 🙏❤

hey kids, lets play a game of spot a scam again!! (im copying the message ive replied with before here and the original is at the bottom if you wish to reblog that one :) just editing this a bit here to show the new stuff they are putting out there in this very message yay!!)

okay this is literally the same story ive seen before at least three times. its word to word the same. youre not even trying

reblogs only from original posts. they have gotten "smarter" tho as this blog followed me in attempts to try to show its "real". and yet they havent reblogged from blogs they supposedly follow, only from probably the top posts from some popular tags and only from the original posters. also please note literally all the posts in their blog have been reblogged today within the past three to four hours (apparently im so loopy i cant read times rn, its been about the past 15 to 16 hours but the point still stands, they are all reblogged within the last 24 hours)

also they try to act more human with a decent description and likes and follows turned off. dont try hun

their only original post as far as i scrolled (which admittedly wasnt very far as its obvious this is a scam lol) is the donation post. unsurprisingly

ive said it before and i'll say it again - they seem to target people in similar positions that they are supposedly in, trying to pluck that sympathy cord with "your pet is sick so you are sensitive and know how this feels". this isnt my case rn but i obviously have posted cat photos and i have a donation ko-fi link in my pinned post sssoooo

"pls consider answering this ask privately" lmao so what people dont know youre a scammer? NEXT (they literally say this now like lmaooo for real? so that people dont think youre a scam bot?? honey please are you even trying)

a simple search even within tumblr tells you people already know about this. the account, the story and the cat. you aint fooling anymore

if unsure kids, ask a friend and google things 👍 reverse image search, for example, is your best friend!! also googling the latter half of the given paypal name reveals immediately that this is a scam. plastered all over the first search page lmao

also kids, in case youre asking "well what bad could a one little me reblogging a post even if its a scam do if i dont donate :/" 1. im sorry what and 2. it makes them look legitimate which they are not. the more notes the more trusted the source cause tumblr is full of idiots (sorry not sorry ive been here for over 11 years i know what people are like) plus you put your friends, mutuals and followers in a risk of participating in a scam. and have your name associated with it as well. do i need to go on?

anyways hi go report this blog and always be hesitant if someone you dont know asks you for donations like this. unless its a beloved mutual on your dash, reconsider. stay safe, thanks 💜

looking forward to being unfollowed and blocked immediately after posting this, but i'll be sure to report you for a scam. :) also fuck you for using someone elses poor cat and their situation to literally scam good natured people out of money, what the fuck is wrong with you

peace and love, fuck you ✌💜

[unknownjpegs]

pegged

Nomi goes to Ben first, because she knows that he knows.

“Well, someone’s done it to you, yeah?”

And it burns in her stomach to think about; jealousy tries to take hold of her insides, claw them into little shreds. Nomi wants to be selfless and good like Xavier. He’d once explained that it wasn’t jealousy for him.

“I don’t like thinking of people Benji’s been with because,” and he’d paused there, brows indenting, pretty lips turning flat and pale. “Because I don’t think they treated him right. I know they didn’t—I do it better. It’s not jealousy—it’s like envy. I should have been there first.”

Nomi gets that—and it’s sweet. It’s so fucking like Xavier. To be thinking so deeply, when everyones staring at him surface level. Benji and Xavier fascinate her, as embarrassing as it is to admit. And she doesn’t (she does, to Matilda, as she admits everything to Matilda). But they operate so differently from every couple she’s met before; all their small, little touches never amount to PDA. When they’re in a room together, people still mistake them for just friends. And then Xavier goes and confesses something so deeply emotional like that to her, when they’re just sharing a spliff on a balcony.

Rotten of him, really. To be so good. Nomi’s not like that. Nomi is jealous. Seething with it sometimes, just imaging the different people Benny and Maran have been with. Potentially better in bed, thinner, less anxious, better communicators. Nomi hates thinking of Benny kissing other people, she hates knowing his hands have made the same path they make on her. Hates imagining the other girls Maran has dated in the past; hates comparing, and knowing, knowing they were all fucking cis.

She tries to be level headed when she asks.

Benny, to his credit, takes the question in stride considering he’s using floss to sew a patch onto his jeans. He blinks his big, prey eyes up at her; like he’s been caught doing something wrong. Nomi gets Xavier then, in that moment. Sort of hates that he even has to think she’d be mad at him. She sits across the couch, with one leg tucked up close for her chin to rest on. Matilda calls it her Benji posture. Tells her she spends too much time with the boys; it’s affecting her spine.

“Once or twice,” Benny comments, shrugging a shoulder. He refocuses on the dental floss and the patch. It’s a rat with a knife through the head; NO SNITCHES. Nomi scoots forward. She bumps her foot on the inside of his thigh—she finds it endearing he’s sort of a foot guy and won’t ever admit it.

Nothing wrong with liking socks, he’d mumbled defensively. Maran and Nomi had to control their laughter, so he’d not actually take it personally. Just was too cute to ignore sometimes. Benny had interests and a lot of them were filthy or obscene or strange; in a good way. She liked when he made her feel dirty in that safe, sexy way he could make a person (her—her and maran, only) feel. But occasionally, something would catch his eye and be so downright wholesome almost it reminded her that people were often, frankly, so wrong about Benny.

He liked their socked feet; he’d grab them, and kiss her sole. He’d snap the elastic on Maran’s calf high socks and grin suggestively at him. Benny was so odd.

“Did you like it?”

“Prostate orgasms are my go to,” he replies, with a sleazy grin. His eyes flick up at her, those ice chips that she wants to melt into. Her cheeks heat at the suddenly flip from clinical to lewd. She bites her thumbnail, eyes awkwardly skating off him and to the laptop on the coffee table.

“What if I’m not good at it?”

“Baby,” Benny sighs and finally sets his jeans and the floss and the NO SNITCHES patch aside. He takes her leg and pulls her close, so sudden it makes her squeak. Nomi falls flat to the couch, and Benny’s sudden movement over top of her makes her feel caged in that sexy way. When he presses between her hips, hand resting on the couch to keep himself propped up, she doesn’t feel trapped. Well, she does; but trapped in that good way. It kept her up at night sometimes, wondering how Benny could maneuver his body in ways that were so sensual when she hated it from damn near anyone else.

“You and Mar are li-like the same person, sometimes.” Benny pushes back strands of her darkly dyed hair. His fingers pinch her chin softly. Her hands walk up his chest, fingers curling into his shirt.

“What do you mean?”

She didn’t see it that way. Maran was a light; he was like a little sun that had walked into her life and never lost its shine, no matter how long he was there for. Never turned moonside. He was bubbly, better at affection—he was good at talking. To anyone. He knew what to say, almost all the time, even when he had to ramble to get it out. He was kind, like no one else she knew, even Xavier. And he was cute—really fucking cute. Adorable, actually and she so, so, so badly wanted to make it perfect for him.

“Maran gets into it wh-when we get out the gear, right?”

“To be fair, it’s usually on him,” Nomi notes, raising her index fingers. “Like, the leash—”

“Yunno, I will l-lose my train of th-thought if we talk about Maran and the leash,” Benny huffs, laughing through his stutter. His sweet, pink blush betrays the persona he tries so hard to keep up. Maran melts him. She knows he does. “I’m saying; Maran’s into th-the aesthetics. Like you. He likes when things look sexy. He’s into your outfits. You guys are b-better at roleplay than me.”

“You don’t get into your characters headspace.”

“I dunno wh-what headspace the pizza delivery guy who wants a bl-blow job as payment is like.”

It makes Nomi laugh, and she guesses that’s his intention, because he softens and leans into her more. His arm winds around her middle. Not for the first time, she is struck by how strong he is. Benny looks strong, of course—he’s tall and thick. But when he aims that strength at holding her. Cradling her into his chest. Makes her dizzy. Tingly. She rests her hands around the back of his neck, chin tucked down.

“If you’re in a strap on—just that fucking vision alone,” Benny continues, smiling wider and wider on each word. “Maran’s going to be s-so close to cumming that you’ll b-be lucky if he lasts through foreplay.” Her fingers curl into his hair, the way she knows he likes. And she’s rewarded with that little hitch of breath, fluttering of his pale blond eyelashes. She knows he’s right. Maran was often on the verge of almost there; sometimes Benny had a way with words so fucking evil that Maran would be right at that flushed edge without even a single touch.

Nomi rarely felt that bone deep arousal that people talked about. But looking at Maran, blushing all over his pretty freckled body, eyelashes wet and mouth parted, panting and asking please, more, please? Nomi could not use words to describe what that did to her.

She tilts her head to the side, demure and soft as she looks up at Benny from her peripherals. The order number on the laptop screen reads loudly at her. Shipping date confirmed.

“Want to show me some tips before it arrives?”

—

Benny gets her bent over the bed then. Her heart feels like it’s moved locations. Crawled up inside her throat. And all the blood in her body has similarly relocated; floods her. Deep. She digs hands into the blankets on their shared bed.

“You know he likes it like this,” Benny purrs from behind her. His hands touch her biceps. He applies only slight pressure, enough to keep her pinned to the bed. In a strange way, her interest is piqued by how differently he is with the two of them. Realistically, she knows Benny is good at this—sex. Obviously. She sleeps with him often enough. But, it’s another thing to be confronted with the knowledge that Benny thinks about it. That he puts effort into holding them differently, touching them in different spots, saying different things.

It makes her love him more.

“On his hands and knees,” Nomi replies back, smiling. When she closes her eyes, she can envision Maran. His playful look behind his shoulder, the way he’ll arch himself, chest to the bed. Nomi can imagine her hands touching his shoulders, his lower back. She envisions her dark, opera gloves against his olive toned skin.

“Yeah, th-this’ll work better for your height difference,” Benny explains. His hands tug her by the thighs, suddenly pushing her flush against his hips. Despite being fully clothed—the both of them—she is suddenly shivering with anticipation, as if he’s about to actually fuck her. Nomi bites her lip to stop herself from interrupting again.

“He likes this,” Benny says, slowly moving his hand from her lower back and up her spine. She trembles at the sensation of his warm palm, despite the layer of her clothing between their skin. “Maran likes being touched—likes the attention, you know?” She does. She likes giving it to him. Benny’s hands move then, both of them closing around her waist. “And grab him here. Thrust from here.” He gives a bump of his hips forward and makes Nomi laugh. Benny pats her ass affectionately, so she squirms and glares over her shoulder.

She’s shocked to find his eyes so darkened, so heavy lidded on her.

“You’re gonna know when he’s close,” Benny continues. “Cause he’ll fuck himself back on you.” She keeps watching Benny, her chin to her shoulder. Eyes widened. He moves slowly, bending over her. His hands sweep from her waist to her lower stomach. She has to swallow, because suddenly her mouth feels so dry. “He’s so greedy like that. I like to keep his hips steady, so he has to work hard for it.”

“Maran’s stronger than me,” Nomi whispers. Isn’t even aware that it comes out that way, that it’s a soft mumble. Benny nods, his sleazy grin going warmer and warmer. Melting.

“Yeah, but he’ll be good for you, Nomi. He’ll let you take charge.” Benny’s hands flatten over her stomach, holding her closer. “When he gets good like that, I like to push right here.” Nomi’s body jumps a little when she feels Benny’s strong hands. Her knees suddenly feel weak and immobile. Her legs kick a little, almost on reflex—she swears, she can feel that sensation. That pressing. Her eyes flicker all across Benny’s satisfied face.

“He’ll cum so hard, you’ll get tears.”

For a long moment, she lets that linger in the air between them. Benny has crept closer with every sentence, until he’s nearly fully on top of her. The heavy weight of his hips against her ass and thighs make that sensual trapped feeling come back; her breathing nearly catches and she finds it harder. She wets her lips with her tongue and finds Benny’s eyes staring there.

“Is it normal?” she asks, staring too, at his pretty mouth. She loves his crooked teeth. Nomi loves him so much. “Like—that talking about Maran made me want to fuck this bad?’

Benny’s head falls forward onto her shoulder.

“Th-Thank fucking God, I am so hard it hurts.” Nomi erupts into laughter that is quickly cut off when Benny wrenches one of her legs up onto the bed. It parts her, puts her in one of those filthy positions that he likes so much. He smiles at her—his real smile. The smile that Maran and Nomi get, in private, when he finally feels like he can just be Ben.

—

Nomi panicked over nothing, really.

Well, no, she didn’t. That nervousness was with her, all the way until Maran was on his knees for her.

Before it got here—Maran, on his knees, lips parted for a pretty purple dildo—Nomi had to be by herself with the idea for a long time. She had to be realistic.

She dared to reach inside herself and find the wound called dysphoria and give it a gentle, terrified touch. Nomi didn’t go there often; she found ways to avoid it as frequently as possible. Only, she knew that it would need examination. She couldn’t not—Nomi had been born with the very same equipment she was buying for a ridiculous price off the internet. There was no avoiding that the possibility could be there; and Nomi knew, with no shadow of a doubt, that even if it was that very moment (Maran, knees, etc) that dysphoria decided to reopen, bleed through the careful stitches, that neither Benny or Maran would judge.

Instead, when she looked inward, she found nothing. She came up empty. And maybe it had something to do with, at that exact moment, her receiving a text message from Maran himself. Me n u with a silly picture of two ferrets inside a cat bed, curled around each other. Nomi had never felt so seen, in the weirdest, funniest way. That was Maran, though. Deciphering her body language when words did not work, kissing her at the times when she wanted them the most, cupping his hand around the back of her neck as he drove into her, between her thighs, calling her beautiful.

“You look so pretty,” she says, suddenly in the fucking moment with Maran. He looks up at her, blinking in surprise—and then hot, red floods his cheeks. Makes him prettier. His mouth drops open more. He leans in. “Good boy,” Nomi purrs the words out, as Benny’s tattooed hands curl around Maran’s shoulders. Press him forward. A hand cups up underneath Maran’s chin. Her black, gloved hand.

“Show Nomi how fucking good at this you are, baby,” Benny says, voice dripping in his husky dominant tone. She shivers, like it’s almost aimed at her. When Maran’s mouth accepts the toy, she feels such a surge of possessive want it almost makes her knees buckle.

“Fuck,” she whispers, surprising both men in front of her. Nomi curses—she does. Often. Usually in anger. But even she barely recognizes that dark tone, that word like a demand. Fuck. Her gloved thumb pushes Maran’s mouth open wider. He moans filthily. “That’s it,” she continues, giving her hips a gentle thrust. “Pretty boy.”

Later, Benny holds her cheeks and presses their foreheads together. His giant, beautiful blue eyes stare at her, almost in wonder.

A natural, he’ll tell her. Holy fuck, Nomi, you are a natural.

Instead, she’s in the moment. She’s fucking Maran’s mouth, the way he seems to like it. A little rough and messy. She’s moving him onto the bed and murmuring loving praises into his ears. She’s pulling off a glove and letting Benny help with the lube. She is in charge and tells her other boyfriend to move to Maran’s front. She watches them kiss, like she wants. She watches Benny and Maran’s tongues roll together.

Then, Nomi fucks him—she runs her hand down his spine and listens to the absolute keen of a sound he makes. She feels the sweat along his skin, the ripple of his muscles with every thrust of her body forward. Nomi watches, hypnotized, as his head drops onto the bed, as his hands curl into the blankets. She listens to the slapping sound of their bodies together. Her thighs sting with it, because Maran likes it hard.

She holds his waist and Benny grins at her. His pale, inked hands hold Maran’s face, keep it angled so she can see it from the side. How pretty he looks when he’s being taken care of. His hands make scrambling purchases over Benny, holding him tightly. He whines, pretty and adorable at the same time. He pants as well, tries to hold in moans and every time he does, Benny wedges fingers between his teeth.

“Louder, baby,” he’ll encourage. “Be loud for Nomi.”

And Benny’s right—she can tell when he’s close. Not just because he tenses all over and finally does get loud. Not just because he’s holding onto Benny with one hand, his other grasping hold of his cock and tugging furiously. But because he does thrust himself back. Hard—wanting. Desperately greedy for more of the toy. Nomi’s hands curl around his waist, force him to keep her desired pace. To beg.

He does—he makes messy sounding pleas for more until Nomi finally repeats Benny’s gesture. Her hands dip around his waist and onto his lower stomach. Maran falls into the bed harder. He cums so hard, one of his legs kicks with it. He buries his face into the blankets and muffles his crying orgasm. His shoulders look beautiful, tensing and flexing, all his back muscles dancing. Nomi’s hands move across them, feeling him shift in sensitivity.

“I love you,” she whispers through her own labored breathing. She cups his cheek, turning his face, kissing his skin. His sweat slicked, short hair. She repeats herself in case he didn’t hear it, but the way his whole body goes slack and submissive, she thinks he does. Benny, standing on the other side of the bed, finds Maran’s hand—and she equally loves him, for lacing pale digits between Maran’s and squeezing hard.

—

“I was worried I wouldn’t do it right.”

Nomi feels relief in admitting it. Maran’s hands cup her cheeks, make her face warm—which feels almost silly. That he’s able to pull a blush from her after she’d just fucked him almost senseless. He brings them closer, kissing her in a way that also dizzies her. Maran’s lips always taste good somehow—and his skin always smells good. You’re just in love, Xavier had told her when he’d asked how that is. Maran stinks sometimes, I promise. She figured he was lying, though.

A movie gets thrown on in the background, mostly for an undercurrent of noise. Benny does comment on it—a lot. Really enjoys whatever scifi thing he can find and force them into watching, despite his constant groaning when they find an animated film. But all three of them dissolve into a topic here and there; like some odd rotation all three inherently understand. Nomi then Benny then Maran then Benny again and then Maran again and then Nomi twice in a row—and no one manages to feel left out.

At some point it also goes silent between all three because the climatic ending of the movie surprises them. And also, Nomi suspects, because the silence feels good between them. Maran, too, between them. He gets that special treatment that also seems to rotate between them wordlessly. Nomi’s never had to ask ‘me tonight, please’. She’s simply found herself in between, nestled between their two, warm chests. Benny’s never had to make a comment for her to know—and for Maran to know—that he needs that extra attention.

She isn’t sure how that works. If maybe, they fascinate someone out there, the same way Xavier and Benji manage to capture her attention sometimes. If their relationship, healthy and whole and happy, between all three is something to ponder over.

“Is there anything you’ve been wanting to try?” Maran asks, with his silly suggestive smile. Somehow he manages to be just as sexy and Benny to her, even though they have such different ways of turning her on. His knuckles brush up and down her forearm, making her feel like another round isn’t off the table.

“Ice cubes,” Benny says from the other side of the bed where he’s desperately trying to find a charger for his phone.

“Maran asked me, loser.”

“Maran asked me,” he imitates, with a flapping, foppish hand.

Her body is suddenly pulled closer, Maran’s warm, muscular arms scooping her in. She blinks in surprise and the heat that was overwhelming her from before returns. She blinks at the prettiest brown eyes shes ever had the luck of looking at. She slowly raises her hands and puts them into an odd gesture that makes Maran’s head tilt curiously.

“Eiffel tower,” she whispers. Benny’s phone makes a slapping sound on the floor. She bursts into giggles at the look on Maran’s face an those giggles turn to full blown snorting laughter when Benny starts swearing under his breath.

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Best Dental Implant Clinic in virar

Are you on the lookout for the best dental implant clinic in Virar? Look no further than Pravin Dental Clinic. Renowned for its state-of-the-art facilities and exceptional patient care, Pravin Dental Clinic stands out as the go-to destination for anyone seeking high-quality dental implants in Virar.

Why Choose Pravin Dental Clinic for Dental Implants?

Choosing the right dental implant clinic is crucial for ensuring the success and longevity of your implants. Here’s why Pravin Dental Clinic is considered the best dental implant clinic in Virar:

1. Expertise and Experience

At Pravin Dental Clinic, you will find a team of highly skilled and experienced dental professionals. Our lead dentist, Dr. Pravin, has years of experience in performing successful dental implant procedures. This expertise ensures that you are in safe hands and can expect the best results.

2.  Advanced Technology

Pravin Dental Clinic is equipped with the latest dental technology, which plays a significant role in the accuracy and success of dental implant procedures. From digital X-rays to advanced implant planning software, our clinic uses cutting-edge tools to provide the best care possible.

3. Personalized Care

Every patient is unique, and so are their dental needs. At Pravin Dental Clinic, we offer personalized treatment plans tailored to your specific requirements. Our team takes the time to understand your concerns and expectations, ensuring that you receive the best dental implants in Virar.

4. Comprehensive Services

Beyond just dental implants, Pravin Dental Clinic offers a wide range of dental services. Whether you need routine dental check-ups, cosmetic dentistry, or orthodontics, you can rely on us for all your dental needs.

What Makes Dental Implants at Pravin Dental Clinic the Best?

Dental implants are a significant investment in your oral health, and it’s important to choose a clinic that excels in providing these services. Here’s what makes our dental implants the best dental implants in Virar:

High-Quality Materials We use only the highest quality materials for our dental implants. This ensures durability, strength, and a natural look and feel, so you can smile confidently.

Painless Procedures Patient comfort is a top priority at Pravin Dental Clinic. Our implant procedures are designed to be as painless and comfortable as possible. We use advanced anesthesia and sedation techniques to minimize discomfort and ensure a stress-free experience.

Quick RecoveryThanks to our modern techniques and experienced team, the recovery time for dental implants at our clinic is significantly reduced. You can expect a faster healing process and a quicker return to your normal routine.

Affordable OptionsWe believe that everyone deserves a beautiful smile. That’s why we offer affordable dental implant options without compromising on quality. Our flexible payment plans make it easier for you to get the best dental implants in Virar.

The Procedure: What to Expect

If you’re considering dental implants, you might be wondering what the procedure involves. Here’s a brief overview:

Initial ConsultationDuring your first visit, our dentist will perform a thorough examination of your mouth, including X-rays and possibly 3D imaging. This helps us determine if you are a suitable candidate for dental implants.

Treatment PlanningBased on the initial consultation, a personalized treatment plan will be created. This plan outlines the entire process, including the number of implants needed and the expected timeline.

Implant PlacementThe dental implant procedure involves surgically placing a titanium post into the jawbone. This post acts as a replacement root for the missing tooth. The surgery is performed under local anesthesia to ensure your comfort.

Healing PeriodAfter the implant is placed, there is a healing period where the implant fuses with the jawbone in a process called osseointegration. This usually takes a few months.

Abutment Placement Once the implant has successfully fused with the jawbone, an abutment is placed on top of the implant. This serves as a connector between the implant and the artificial tooth.

Placement of the Artificial Tooth Finally, a custom-made crown (artificial tooth) is attached to the abutment. This crown is designed to match the color and shape of your natural teeth, giving you a seamless smile.

Conclusion

When it comes to finding the best dental implant clinic in Virar, Pravin Dental Clinic is the clear choice. With our expert team, advanced technology, and commitment to patient care, we offer the best dental implants in Virar. Don’t let missing teeth affect your confidence or oral health any longer. Contact Pravin Dental Clinic today to schedule your consultation and take the first step towards a brighter, healthier smile.

For more information, visit our website: Pravin Dental Clinic.

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Holistic Oral Hygiene Advice for a Blissfully Fresh & Healthy Mouth 🌟

(this image comes from Nadine Artemis's book Renegade Beauty - I highly recommend anyone read it! It's a bliss babe must read💖)

This is advice that I've personally been following for years. I finally stopped seeing what I believed were natural weaknesses in my teeth, gums, and even the skin around my mouth. It also drastically simplified tooth care for me.

1. Ditch commercial toothpastes and mouthwashes. Take care that the composition of your dental products aren't influencing your saliva to become acidic. In such environments, the teeth suffer because enamel, cavities, and sensitivity to extreme temperatures develop with ease. I would even get dry, irritated skin on my mouth corners from them. They are normally formulated this way to leave a "squeaky clean" sensation, but it does more harm than good.

2. More pressure is not necessarily better. The tooth enamel can wear down from too much abrasion over time. Electric tooth brushes with softer bristles and applying minimal pressure is preferable. I let my water flosser do more of the pressure related activity.

3. Protect the oral microbiome. When the microbial balance is disrupted, things like cavities, infections, boils, and gingivitis can occur. Botanical sanitizers are better to maintain a harmonious microbial balance. Oil pulling, salt water gargles with small amounts of high quality food-safe essential oils (don't use the highly potent ones, do your research. Peppermint, spearmint, frankincense, tea tree are all fine), herbal mouthwashes, baking soda, and clay are all great options. Oral probiotics are also good to recalibrate balance if you've deeply lost harmony, especially from antibiotic treatments.

4. Pay attention to the gums as well! The gums should also be brushed/massaged. It helps keep the muscles strong (They need to hold your teeth in place. Loose teeth and receding gums are not a good sign) and helps lymph and blood circulation. Rubbing in an (ozonated) gum gel/serum is great to revitalize the cells of these areas.

5. Make your own mouthwash. Most mouthwashes have a lot of sugar in them which makes absolutely no sense if you're trying to keep your teeth healthy. Craft it from high quality ingredients that will alkalize your saliva, keep breath fresh, and support the balance of life in the world that is your mouth.

6. Do not forget about your herbs. Herbal teas are the best mouthwashes between meals. Make sure you sip some after sweets, sugary drinks, and underripe fruit. Licorice, mint, dandelion root, pine, rosemary, and parsley are some that I recommend. (Eating some leafy greens are the next best thing if no tea or mouthwash is available). Certain herbs can also be helpful for numbing/easing pains (ginger, spilanthes, cloves, valerian), tightening gums (red raspberry leaf, nettles, black or green tea, blackberry root, uva ursi), and healing mouth wounds/boils/blisters (plantain, marshmallow root, yarrow, Siberian elm).

7. Understand that your teeth are part of your living body. They naturally engage in growth and repair processes like the rest of your bones. Cavities do reverse. I've observed it in myself. And teeth are able to regenerate too (everything in the body is). It takes time, though, and a focused holistic healing protocol. Make sure you are actively encouraging a reality where those cells flourish as well!

8. Bring awareness to your pains and aches. The teeth are connected with the body. The nerves that run from them link to other areas and organs of the body. Often, in times of pain, we try to numb out the pain or distract ourselves from it. But pains are messages for us to interpret. Sitting in meditation with your pain can not only widen your awareness beyond the pain, but bring insight about what the root issue is. It can reveal things as simple as holding your jaw too tensely (letting yourself be consumed by stress) to deeper issues like stagnant lymphatic flow.

9. Flossing is certainly important for keeping all dimensions of your teeth clean. But it doesn't need to be done with strings alone. (I'm sure most people don't even floss effectively). Water irrigation tools (aka water piks), brushing at different angles, chewing barks/twigs/roots (like licorice, neem, Gouania lupuloides, miswak, calamus), and eating fresh, fibrous foods are also extraordinary in their effects.

10. What you eat matters. As always. Consciously managing what you consume sends the body a message of love. You'll notice what is not supportive for your teeth or what requires more diligent cleaning naturally when you eat with awareness. But never eat something with guilt either, just eat whatever you do consciously. It always does your body good and brings a higher degree of nourishment.

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Root Canals: Establishing a Lasting Image | Philip M. Tornatore

Creating a Permanent Image using Root Canals

Often, root canal therapy or extraction of the tooth are the only alternatives for treating a severely infected tooth. Since a root canal is the sole option to save a tooth, it is usually the better option. The last resort treatment is extractions.

The process of a root canal involves the dentist creating a tiny hole in the tooth and extracting the tiny blood vessels and nerves inside the root (s). After that, the roots are filled with an inert substance, cleaned, and shaped.

Even though root canals are the most feared dental operation (mostly because of false impressions created by residual legends about antiquated treatment methods), they can now be done with little discomfort. Ninety percent of patients report no subsequent issues following the treatment, which is indicative of a high success rate.

There are still choices available in the very uncommon event that a root canal fails. The root canal procedure can often be redone. An apicoectomy is a treatment that can be carried out if this isn’t feasible. An apicoectomy involves the removal of the root’s tip and then placing a filling over the severed root tip. It can be necessary to extract the tooth if these remedies don’t work.

Please keep in mind, nevertheless, that root canal therapy nowadays is incredibly safe and successful. In addition, fresh methods keep improving the already high success rate.

If you’re having excruciating tooth pain, give our office a call right now. After examining your tooth, we will recommend the best course of action.

Contact us

🏢: 404 Jerusalem Ave. Hicksville, NY 11801

📞: (516) 931–5483

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📧 : philtorn@optonline.net

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Achieve a Radiant Smile with Teeth Whitening and Implants at Optima Dental Office in Bristol

At Optima Dental Office, we understand the importance of a bright, confident smile. Whether you're preparing for a special occasion or simply aiming to boost your self-esteem, our range of cosmetic dental treatments can help you achieve your goals.

Teeth Whitening:

Years of consuming coffee, tea, wine, or tobacco can gradually stain your teeth, leading to a dull or discolored smile. Fortunately, our professional teeth whitening services can reverse the effects of staining, unveiling a whiter, brighter smile in just one visit.

Using state-of-the-art whitening techniques and safe, effective whitening agents, our experienced dental professionals customize the treatment to suit your unique needs. Say goodbye to over-the-counter whitening products and experience the superior results of professional teeth whitening at Optima Dental Office.

Dental Implants:

Missing teeth can not only affect your appearance but also impact your oral health and overall well-being. At Optima Dental Office, our implant dentistry services offer a permanent solution to restore your smile and improve your quality of life.

Our skilled implant specialists utilize advanced technology and precise techniques to seamlessly integrate dental implants into your jawbone, providing a stable foundation for replacement teeth. Whether you're missing a single tooth or multiple teeth, dental implants offer a natural-looking and long-lasting solution for a complete smile makeover.

Why Choose Optima Dental Office?

Experienced Professionals: Our team of highly trained dentists and specialists are dedicated to delivering exceptional dental care with compassion and expertise.

Personalized Treatment: We understand that every smile is unique, which is why we tailor our treatments to address your specific concerns and goals.

Advanced Technology: From digital imaging to minimally invasive procedures, we utilize cutting-edge technology to ensure optimal results and patient comfort.

Patient-Centered Care: Your comfort and satisfaction are our top priorities. We strive to create a welcoming and relaxing environment where you can feel confident in your dental care.

Unlock your smile's full potential at Optima Dental Office in Bristol. Schedule your consultation and embark on a journey towards a brighter, healthier smile.

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Cw: teeth, dental malpractice, vent post, don’t worry I have a competent team now

I’ve been going in to the dental school almost every week for more than a year now, getting major work done on about two-thirds of my teeth.

Thanks to the fun combo of weird recessive genes and literal malpractice, my teeth are messed up in interesting and expensive ways.

On the outside, they look fairly normal.

My hobby is watching the students quietly freak out when they see the X-rays.

There’s a committee of professors arguing about the situation with my lateral incisors. Still no agreement, because all options are bad. I was given incredibly botched dental implants when I was too young, and now there’s no obvious way to salvage the upper jaw without a risk of breaching through to the nasal cavity.

While they argue that over, we’ve been slowly working across my lower jaw.

Today was a consultation regarding the botched molar root canal. Because I’ve had dental malpractice on four completely separate occasions.

The endodontist started the visit by being like “Best practice is usually to save the tooth rather than extraction. We will take images and make a plan.”

and I was like, okay, so, FYI, Lidocaine doesn’t work normally on me, when the Third Malpractice Dude originally did this root canal he hit the maximum safe dose only halfway through and then tried to get through the next forty minutes of literally shredding my nerve ends with zero painkiller, and then he gave up and had me come back for a second session, and the same thing happened again, so please don’t do that to me a third time?

She was like ooookay, noted.

I was like so the other thing that happened was a tool broke off inside one of the roots, and the guy couldn’t figure out how to remove it, so he left it in there as packing material? I guess he was getting frustrated with my uncontrollable sobbing and just wanted to be done with that root. That must be how the infection got pushed down to where it’s currently eating at the bone, haha. Anyway that bit of metal is still stuck in there, plus he used another metal rod in the packing?

She was like that’s a complication, but I am an esteemed specialist in repairing root canals, and in the standard xray it looks reasonable.

I was like okay and also I’ve been told that my roots are in a really weird shape, and very close to the major nerve?

She was like well, the 3D images have almost finished compiling, we shall assess all of these factors together and decide.

The 3D images loaded.

We looked at the coronal view.

I was like “Wow. Obviously, NO.”

She was like “Let me help you schedule with Extraction. I have GOT to show this to the attending physician. It was lovely meeting you!”