#can't believe this woman is turning 50 years old

[martiandmichelle]

Here's a fun story for you, but first about the photo: This was not an easy pose for a 73-year-old woman to get into - my left hand is holding onto the door frame to keep me from falling over. Still, my assistant, Kaatje, had to help me get back up!

Now for the fun part. I've been doing more and more prostitution lately (for ridiculous amounts of money that I can't believe people actually pay) and it's always for at least 2 nights. Recently, though, I did a one night trick. The back story is this: a very wealthy late 50's guy wanted to give his just turning 30 beautiful wife special presents for her birthday. She told him some of the things she would like to have and he had already given her those material things. Although the wife was strictly straight sexually, she said it might be fun to play with an older woman with big boobs. And, of course, that's how I got onto the scene.

He was throwing her a lavish birthday party when, after dinner, the husband got up and made a speech ending it with giving her her last present. That's when I walked in wearing red heels, a red robe, and a red thong. Of course there was some confusion among the 14 couples in attendance, at least until the husband explained the game. That's when I let the robe fall off my shoulders. The wife was like "OMG, she's perfect!" as she walked around me, checking out my body. She must've said "OMG, perfect" a half dozen times at least before coming up to me and kissing me. I mean REALLY kissing me, her hand lightly touching my breasts and hardening, growing nipples.

The husband read aloud the rules to everyone: cocks stay in pants; my g-string stays on and nothing goes inside; ladies first. Of the fifteen ladies only one had ever been with another woman so there was a lot of hesitation even with the encouragement of the husbands. But as the evening went on and the champagne flowed, all of the ladies got into feeling my tits and sucking my nipples. The guys were pretty much relegated to watching but didn't seem to mind. The attention to my body got more and more animated and I was loving it. Eventually the ladies were talked into showing their boobs and lots of photos were taken with the 15 of them surrounding me; the largest natural ones were DD with an enhanced DDD lady, but all looked tiny next to my V cups.

Apparently, some negotiations were going on that I wasn't aware of, but what was supposed to be using me for the length of the party became buying me for three more nights - just for the ladies. So the men all left around 2:00 am and the ladies had fun with me for the next three nights and three days!

More details to come, but, damn, I've got lots of stories to write!

[gloriousbouquetlove]

The Phantom General and The Dawn Knight

This crazy idea came to mind.

In the first years that humans arrived in the Briar Kingdom, a young Lilia Vanrouge (about 200 years old) meets a young healer.

At first Lilia is on alert for this human, but as time goes by she becomes captivated by the woman's beauty and kindness.

And the young woman is not far behind either, although Lilia at first had a cold behavior towards her, she could see that deep down she was a determined being with the goal of becoming stronger to protect her comrades.

Lilia shows strange behavior, she waits impatiently for the training to end, her mind is in the clouds and she smiles from time to time. This was obviously noticed by her best friends Meleanor and Levan, and Lilia had no choice but to confess.

Levan on the one hand is happy that Lilia is in love with someone (even if it's a human), and after learning this Levan strives to find a way to make a peace treaty with the humans (but the senate flatly refuses). to this idea).

While with Meleanor she doesn't know what to think, on the one hand, she is happy that Lilia found love (since she was worried that Lilia would die alone like an abandoned dog), but on the other hand, the person Lilia fell in love with is a HUMAN, a relationship between a fairy and a human for several and very obvious reasons could never work, but here is Lilia the fairy with the most rational sense that is known to anyone and does not care about this. But who is she to judge, after all when a fairy falls in love nothing stops him (she knows this very well after courting Levan for 50 years).

But unfortunately an event occurred that would change everything.

The young healer discovered that the silver owls were kidnapping the forest fairies to sell them and in turn that they were making weapons with the magic stones they found in the caves to attack the dark fairies.

The young woman did not sit idly by, she asked her bird friends to warn Lilia, and in the meantime she, along with other humans who were against the actions of the silver owls, would save the fairies.

But when Lilia and her troops arrived everything was chaos, there were fairies flying for their lives while the silver owls had already eliminated all the traitors one by one.

Despite having their magical weapons, the silver owls were defeated by the dark fairies. Without any other options, they retreated, but they swore that this would not end here and they were going to seek revenge.

After the fight Lilia looked for her beloved only to find a horrible scene, that sweet woman with eyes bright like dawn and lips of a tender pink color is replaced by a corpse that has lost the light from its eyes and its lips stained with its same red blood. And Lilia simply can't stand the pain and breaks down, he cries and screams to whoever is in heaven why this happened, why an innocent woman had to suffer such a fate.

When Meleanor finds out what happened she can't believe it, these damn humans threatening her kingdom out of greed and willing to kill their own species to achieve it, this simply makes her sick.

And Levan is not far behind, he knows that not all humans are evil, but this act they just committed is horrible.

Both are together with Lilia to console him for his loss.

100 years later, the dark fairies and the silver owls were in the middle of a battle, both sides were equal and it seemed that there would be no end to it, until their champions came face to face. On one side was General Lilia Vanrouge and on the other was the Knight of Dawn. Their battle was brutal, both possessed extraordinary strength and abilities, so powerful was their fight that their masks flew off, revealing their faces.

Lilia was paralyzed, there in front of him was she, the woman he once loved, golden hair like the sun, pink lips like a tender rose, and those beautiful eyes that shine like an aurora. Lilia could only whisper: “Leia.”

The knight of dawn looked surprised:

“How…how do you know my name?”

And before both could say anything else, their troops called them, they both made their troops withdraw since on both sides everyone was very badly wounded.

With Lilia, he couldn't believe it, she was there, his beloved had returned, but apparently fate likes to play with him, since she returned, but as his greatest enemy.

Meanwhile with the knight of the dawn, or rather with Leia, she was deep in thought.

“Who was that fairy?”

How did he know my name?

Why didn't he attack me?

So many thoughts passed through his mind, but the one that was most in his head was:

“He looked like the man I saw… no… that I met in my dreams.”

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I really don't know how I had this idea, I was just sitting there and thought: "what if the knight of the dawn is a woman and marries Lilia and they have Silver."

I would like to think that in this way many things would change, Meleanor and Levan would still be alive and would be with Malleus, Silver would not have to feel like garbage knowing that his biological father was the one who murdered the mother of Malleus, the knight of the dawn (Leia) wouldn't have to do such a horrible act and could be with his son, and Lilia wouldn't have to lose anyone she loves and could live a happy life with his wife and son.

This idea is crazy, but I like it (or maybe it's a way to deal with the big hit of depression that chapter 7 and what's missing from it) generated in me.

I'm sorry if it's not completely understood, English is not my first language.

[ask-the-royal-absol]

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*Felix had to think for a moment about what Reshi had said. Destino was one to take things a little too far sometimes. However, the sight of her made it difficult to even consider them a priority. Felix just wanted to look into her eyes all day. Those gorgeous, watercolour eyes. She truly was a delightful sight to look at. He had to respond. He couldn’t let a beautiful woman like this wait for him. He could feel his cheeks blushing harder.*

Felix: Sorry, ya beauty is truly distracting. Ya really are just so gorgeous. I really mean that. But… I can see where ya comin’ from. Perhaps I should have a word with ‘em. Maybe. But, I don’t really wanna be responsible for them all the time, ya know? Maybe I can get ya a drink or somethin’ ta help ya forget all about ‘em?

*From the corner of Felix’s eye, he noticed a figure emerging through the crowd, sauntering towards him. Those sunglasses and white hair instantly gave away who it was. It was odd but Felix felt incredibly protective all of a sudden. He shouldn’t feel like that around his friend but something was telling him to not let his guard down. Destino casually approached, resting their arm on Felix.*

Destino: Of course you do. And I’m saying that she isn’t good enough for you. Come on buddy. I know you. Known you for years at this point. I know what you like. And she isn’t on that list. She wouldn’t even be top 50. Just look at her. Disgusting.

*Felix’s feelings were strong for this beautiful woman. He used to not believe in love at first sight but he couldn’t deny what his heart was telling him. He loved this woman and wanted to protect her from Destino.*

Felix: Well, ya clearly don’t know me. She’s one of the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen and, for once, I don’t like the fact that ya ain’t being nice to someone I like. No, I’m gonna say love. Someone I love.

*That end part stung like a swarm of beedrill. Love? No, whatever had infected Felix was strong. He wasn’t usually like this. Then again, the Pokémon had never shown any signs of infatuation towards anyone else before. How was Destino supposed to know when he loved someone? They had to snap Felix out of this, somehow. Time to bring out the old Destino special.*

Destino: So, you mean to tell me that this woman who wears curtains for an outfit has captured your heart? This woman who has some of the most disgusting hair I have ever seen and shouldn’t even consider herself a legendary Pokémon because she seems rather basic to me. My friend, you have a shit taste in women. At least choose someone who has a semblance of a sense of style. Come on buddy. You’re lying to yourself.

*Felix's tolerance for Destino's verbal insults had dropped. He could feel an anger flare up inside of him. His face turned hotter, teeth clenched together and his hand curled up into a fist.*

*Destino stumbled back from the impact, sunglasses flying off their face. That was unexpected from Felix. How dare he touch their face like that?! Destino had to stop for a moment. They touched the spot where the hit had landed and pain flared up. Destino’s hand flinched away. That was going to leave a mark. Destino wanted to get angry at Felix. Show their friend that he had no right to touch the Prime of the Underdark's face. They did it with Snow. So what was holding them back from lunging at Felix?

Felix breathed heavily. The gorgeous woman wanted Destino to learn their lesson. Felix figured this would be the best way for it to happen. He'd never punched Destino before. He could see Destino tentatively touch their face. How would Destino react? Felix had to make things clear for his friend.*

Felix: I ain’t gonna have this from you. Ya constant insults. I find someone I like and, as my friend, ya don’t show any support for me? I don't need ya approval about who I can love and who I can't. I don't care about ya shitty opinions. Why do ya even care so much in the first place?

*That was a very good question. Why did Destino care so much? They supposed it was because they just wanted the best for their friend. But something deeper told them that it was more than that. But they still couldn't pinpoint what that was. It seemed Felix wasn't going to back down from his defensive nature. Looking away, Destino felt frustrated. They felt uncharacteristically sad. Sad. Why were they sad? Destino didn’t understand. They were so confused as to how they were supposed to be feeling. They weren't going to respond with their usual demonstration of proving they were the Prime and should be listen to.*

*Destino picked up the sunglasses that had fallen to the ground, placed them back on and brushed themselves off. Destino began to slowly walk away, hand holding their cheek. The pain of their cheek stung, but not as much as what Felix had said. They had to get away. Destino walked towards the outside area. Perhaps the cool night air could cool off these emotions.

No anger? No dominance displays? Not even a slight mention of being the Prime? That was different. Felix watched as his friend quietly walked away from the situation. He hoped what he had done did not draw to much attention to the both of them. He sighed.*

Felix: I'm sorry ya had ta see that. Things got a little heated there. I just couldn't let Destino insult ya like that. I'm hopin' they're off thinking about what I'd said. I'm sorry ya had ta get caught up in all of this. Please, let me get ya a drink or somethin’.

@lightofunova

[francis-writes]

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE

A/N: this story is terrible, I know. But I started writing it about a year ago and I spent so much time I couldn't delete it, yet so much time I can't look at it anymore and I am too tired to try to make it any better.

Pairing: Alex Delarge x fem!reader

Summary: a quick story of your relationship with Alex.

Type: fluff, smut, angst, 3in1

Warning: s€x, also I can't use Nadsat because I read "Clockwork Orange" only in polish translation. So sorry but Alex speaks normal English.

In a moment you will hear „I Wanna Be Your Slave”, one of the greatest hits of Italian rockband radio speaker announced enthusiastically. Alex smiled and turned up the volume. Some time ago – felt as if ages passed since then but actually it were only a few years – he didn't like rock. To be specific, he didn't appreciate most of the modern music, convinced that it's all trash. For Alex the only music that was worth listening to were classical music and songs from the 50s. It was until he met you. You were obsessed with rock and as you began to see each other more often, he had no choice but get used to your music taste. At first he found it tolerable but when he started falling for you, Alex also began enjoying rock more and he couldn't say whether this genre was really so much better than he thought or it just reminded him about you. I Wanna Be Your Slave was especially important for him. Not only because you loved Måneskin (even though you did) but the lyrics always reminded Alex the whole story of your relationship.

„Come here” he called you „Our song is playing, lets dance”

You went to living room a bit surprised „So we have our song?”

Alex offered you his hand „Now you know”. 

I wanna be your slave

I wanna be your master

I wanna make your heart beat

Run like rollercoasters 

I wanna be a good boy

I wanna be a gangster

'Cause you can be the beauty

And I could be the monster 

Though usually when you visited Alex's house, you didn't stay there for long and left soon after the act, one particular night you were so tired that you both quickly fell asleep. When you woke up, you had no idea what time it was. Alex was still asleep (snuggled up against you like koala against tree) so you carefully crawled from under his arm and out of the bed. He didn't wake up so you took your clothes from the floor (last night there was... a fuss) and dressed up. You were going to leave the house but then you heard a rumble in your stomach and decided to visit the kitchen and - best without drawing anybody's attention - find something to eat.

Unfortunately, your plan failed and when you were putting butter on your toast, you heard surprised "good morning" from the back. You turned around just to see middle-aged woman in flashy outfit. "Can I know what are you doing here?" She asked.

You wanted to give her an intelligent and polite answer but you were so stressed that your words sounded like "uhm, I am... with Alex and I just... hmm, breakfast"

Woman smiled at you. "Oh, Alex never mentioned that he has such a beautiful girlfriend! But he's so secretive, he doesn't want to talk with his old parents about his life"

Before she managed to say anything else, a man - probably her husband - came to the kitchen, trying to discover the source of noise. But he stopped, seeing you. "Who's that?" He asked his wife. 

"You won't believe" she said cheerfully "but our Alex has a girlfriend "

"Well, well" man was observing you with emotionless face "what a news. But he should tell us before and not wait until we would find her in our kitchen"

Woman grunted, probably worried that her husband's words may offend you. "Will you eat a breakfast with us?" She asked "we would love to get to know you closer"

You wanted to find an excuse and avoid an awkward situation but woman already went to knock to Alex's door.

"Son, wake up and come to the kitchen"

"I can't, I have a terrible headache" Alex replied in a sleepy tone, unaware of the whole situation. 

"You can take a medicine" his mother said "but we want to eat breakfast with you and your amazing girlfriend "

It took a moment before meaning of her words got to Alex but soon there was a big noise in his room when he jumped out of the bed and tried to find some clothes. Then he stormed out of his bedroom and stood in the kitchen door, looking as you were sitting beside his father and calmly eating a toast. You awkwardly waved at him.

"Uhm, I just wanted to eat something before leaving and then I met your parents" you tried to explain the situation as you didn't want Alex to think that you deliberately decided to oficially throw yourself into his life.

Fortunately, he was an incredible actor (maybe in his case you should say: great liar) so he immediately put on his most charming smile.

"Oh yes, I hoped to introduce you more properly but in this case, mom, dad, I have honour to introduce you to the most beautiful, smart and incredible woman I ever met. Y/n, my girlfriend"

I love you since this morning

Not just for aesthetic

I wanna touch your body

So fucking electric 

Alex remembered the first time he saw you perfectly. Most of the times he couldn't differentiate one of his one-night-stand from another but you… you weren't like them. Usually he didn't pay attention to his lovers but in that moment when Alex noticed you sitting in Korova Bar, you got into his mind unexpectedly and posessed it.  There was something haunting and tempting about you and Alex at first couldn't say what it specifically was. But maybe the real purpose was that you were standing out from the whole setting. Yes, young girls often visited Korova looking for fun and finding mainly trouble. You were sitting with group of such girls, probably your friends, and yet you were looking different. You werent't giggling, only once when one of girls whispered something to your ear, you smiled gently. In opposite to other girls Alex met before, you weren't showing off your charms and trying to allure men around you nor you were unhappy about impression you made on men. Alex noticed the mischievous sparkle in your eyes and immediately decided to know you better. And that in his dictionary means exactly „to get in your bed”.

When Alex came closer, you didn't approach him but just fixed your gaze on him as if you were trying to guess hiss intentions. He smiled widely and sat beside you.

„What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?” he asked as he used to, flirting with naive girls. But you weren't naive. You sipped your dring and sized him up. After a moment of silence which felt like a eternity for Alex, you replied „I seek somebody to spend this night with”.

He grinned and said "well, it seems that you've already found one"

You were of the same opinion. 

I know you scared of me

You said that I'm too eccentric

I'm crying all my tears

And that's fucking pathetic 

At the beggining of your relationship, you weren't aware of Alex's other activities. You knew about drugs and his many lovers and you may suspected him about minor offenses but nothing strange for a teenager.

But one night you were walking through the streets of London and suddenly a car stopped next to you. Instinctively you wanted to speed up your pace but somebody called your name. You looked at the car and to your surprise, you recognized Alex and his droogies. You thought he didn't have a driver license!

"Where are you going?" Alex asked "Don't waste the night, get in and go with us"

You had some bad feeling about this idea but this was that thing about Alex: it was hard to refuse him.

You sat in the backseat, with Georgie and Dim. They were nice to you but you usually felt uneasy it their company even though you were sure that they wouldn't try anything when Alex is with them. 

So you were speeding through the London streets - real miracle you didn't have any accidents but the city was empty, most people were sensible enough to stay in their houses. You were terrified that later or sooner there will appear a car in front of you and the driver won't have enough time to get out of Alex's way but you knew that any suggestions of driving slower would only effect in a laugh. So to distract yourself from visions of a soon painful death, you asked your company:

"Sooo… what are your plans? Where are we going?"

Georgie shrugged. 

"We don't know"

"Maybe we will visit one hou-" Dim wanted to say something but Alex quickly interrupted him.

"Y/n won't stay with us for so long" he tried to yell over the noise of the car " We will just take you for a little trip around the town and get you back home"

"So early? You told me to don't waste the night" honestly, you really wanted to already be back in your home but the way Alex quickly changed the topic, worried you. 

"Don't worry, I will visit you later if you need some fun" you knew very well what Alex meant by "fun" and so did his droogies because Dim and Georgie laughed hearing his words.

I wanna make you hungry

Then I wanna feed ya

I wanna paint your face

Like you're my Mona Lisa 

I wanna be a champion

I wanna be a loser

I'll even be a clown

Cause I just wanna amuse ya 

I wanna be your sex toy

I wanna be your teacher

I wanna be your sin

I wanna be a preacher 

Alex lifted you from the ground and seated you on the desk. You embraced his waist with your legs while he was trying to unbutton your shirt. Unfortunately, everything he managed to do, was just ripping your shirt - hard to say whether it was effect of rush or alcohol and drugs he probably took before. Anyway your chest was exposed and it was the only thing that mattered then. Alex leaned over and started kissing your neck, then got a little lower and were trailing his kisses down until he stopped between your breasts. He put his lips on one boob and began to suck your nipple and caress the other one with his finger. Unexpectedly Alex bit the sensitive flesh which caused loud moan of pain slipping from your mouth. It was the most beautiful music for his ears. He quickly straightened up and helped you get off the desk. Without saying a world Alex turned you around so now he was standing back to the desk. He kneeled down and started taking off your skirt. You weren't protesting, especially that you felt tipsy after a few drinks Alex bought you this night, so you were just standing calmly and put a hand on his head and began gently stroking his golden hair. But quickly you felt firm grip on your wrist and Alex took your hand off. At the same time he stood up so he was again looking down at you. He released your hand and immediately pushed you so you landed back on his bed. Without wasting a second, Alex threw his clothes off. He kneeled between your legs, rested his weight on one hand and started to slowly trail his finger along your body. From your lips, through neck (you shuddered, being very ticklish in that place), he made a few circles around your breasts and then wandered down, to your most private area. 

"You're dripping wet" Alex noticed with a smirk "Maybe I should help you?"

You nodded and licked your lips, hungry for his touch, hungry for pleasure and relief it could bring.

He slipped two fingers into your pussy and began massaging your clit with his thumb. Alex really rarely was in the mood to pleasure you first, but when he actually did, it turned out that he had incredible skills. Soon you were writhing in pleasure, moving your body to help Alex hit the right spot.

You felt that orgasm is close but then he pulled out his fingers covered in your juice and brought them to your mouth.

"Lick them clean" he ordered.

You knew that complaining about refusing you awaited pleasure had no point so you obedietly started sucking on Alex's fingers and licking them. When you were done, he wiped saliva on your body and put your legs on his shoulders. In this comfortable position, he didn't wait any longer before he started thrusting into you. Alex wasn't known for his patience and he wasn't going to wait any longer for his pleasure.

Soon he pulled out and commanded you to lay on your side. He laid behind you and began to fuck you in this position. His pace was fast and he constantly hit some spot inside of you so you could swear you started seeing stars. The pleasure was too overwhelming and you wanted to beg him to stop but you knew Alex would be deaf for your pleas and cries.

I wanna make you love me

Then I wanna leave ya

'Cause baby I'm your David

And you're my Goliath 

For some time after Alex received a well-paid job and a new comfortable life from minister, he was having fun and he forgot about you. It was great to come back to his old habits, to be able to enjoy ultra-violence and new lovers everyday as before... at least at the beggining. But he felt that he was missing something. Sex and violence somehow weren't enough anymore, drugs couldn't satisfy him. There was an abyss in his life and Alex didn't know how to fill it.

More and more often he catched himself staring at happy families with children. But when he met Pete and his wife - that's when everything clicked in Alex's mind. He thought about the time he spent with you. How he enjoyed not only fucking with you but also talking with you over the cup of tea, watching movies together or even such mundane things like watching news or going for groceries. This was special, Alex never was so close to somebody in his life (maybe except Basil but he was like... a snake). He would never expected that one day he would say this but Alex enjoyed this domestic life.

The next day he knocked to your door, with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. When you saw him, you were surprised, to say the least. 

"Alex? What are you doing here?" You asked. 

"Actually I'm taking you for a date" he replied, giving you flowers "Take what you need and come with me, the car is waiting"

You looked at the flowers and then at Alex. You wasn't expecting it after he left without a word, but well, it was Alex, you were never sure what he's gonna do. You probably should have refuse after all he have done but you eventually  decided to go to this date. Well, Alex could be really convincing when he wanted to and to be honest - you deserved to have some fun.

And you were together since then. 

Because I'm the devil

Who's searching for redemption

And I'm a lawyer

Who's searching for redemption

And I'm a killer

Who's searching for redemption

I'm a motherfucking monster

Who's searching for redemption

And I'm a bad guy

Who's searching for redemption 

And Alex remembered the day your relationship changed. Until that you were meeting for sex and maybe some night adventure. Yes, you were closer to him than his other lovers and you talked with each other quite a lot but it all was just fleeting moments of fun. You were seeing each other in your free time out of boredom, because you had nothing better to do - and because you liked each other's presence.

It changed the day Alex was freed from prison, his parents kicked him out of the house and he had nowhere to go. When he was wandering lonely through the streets of London, wondering what to do with his life, he remembered about his old lover. There were little chances that you would shelter him - after all, you had no business in keeping in your house unemployed ex-convict who wasn't even able to have sex - but Alex was in hopeless situation and he had no other option so eventually he decided to give it a try. To his surprise, when you saw him at your door, you invited him to your house without a second thought. You knew what happened to Alex from newspapers but you also wanted to hear the whole story from his perspective.

[ogamagirl]

Hello! I've been thinking about getting into magical girl anime recently and I noticed you reblogging stuff from a lot of different ones, so I figured it'd make sense to come to you with this: Do you have any good starter magical girl anime recs? I'd prefer something light and fun if possible :>

OH GOODNESS I am more than happy to recommend you some magical girl anime, I LOVE magical girls, it's one of my favorite anime genres!! I hope you don't mind me answering this on my blog haha, gives me an excuse to ramble x3

My favorite magical girl franchise is Pretty Cure - most often abbreviated and refered to as Precure. It's a sprawling franchise that's been going on for the past 21 years now so it SEEMS daunting, but the cool thing about Precure is each season is its own self contained story with its own plot and cast of characters. There are two continuities with two seasons (the original Futari wa Precure and its sequel Futari wa Precure Max Heart, and Yes Precure 5 and its sequel Yes Precure 5 GoGo!), but otherwise each continuity is one season, usually between 47-50 episodes long (each season lasts one full year of broadcast time).

The best way to start with Precure imo is to look at summaries/character designs and see which one sounds most interesting to you - there's no "order" to watch them in since they're all their own stories! Precure is a children's franchise so things are generally light enough, but there are definitely some seasons that touch on/deal with heavier topics. If you'd like my personal recommendations for "light and fun" seasons of Precure, I'd recommend Smile Precure and KiraKira Precure a la Mode!

Smile Precure is about Miyuki, a girl who loves fairy tales, being tasked by the fairy Candy from Marchenland to assemble a team of 5 Precure to collect Cure Decor and revive the queen. It's bright, cheerful, and silly - I love the central cast and art style so much! A word about this season - this season was dubbed into English under the title "Glitter Force", which changed all names to English ones and cut out a handful of episodes (I believe the ones most heavily focused on Japanese culture that the dub team couldn't easily change to anything else). I personally do not recommend watching it like this! In all cases as far as Precure is concerned I recommend watching the original subtitled Japanese version.

KiraKira Precure a la Mode is about Ichika, a girl who loves sweets and dreams of becoming a patisserie. She meets Pekorin, a fairy that can detect "kirakiraru", an energy contained in sweets that represent their feelings, which evil fairies start to steal. Ichika becomes a Precure to protect the sweets and forms a team of Precure that open up their own mobile sweet shop together. One of the things that's unique about this season are the fights - one of Precure's claims to fame is the high amount of physical fighting/hand-to-hand combat it contains. KiraKira tones that element down after previous seasons were seen as "too intense", so the fights in this season are more magic/special attack based. This annoyed some people, but I personally think KiraKira's a great, fun, unique entry to the franchise! (And the fights came back next season, so it's not like they were gone forever lol).

Apart from Precure, I'd also recommend Ojamajo Doremi!

It's about Doremi Harukaze, the self proclaimed "unluckiest pretty girl in the world"; one day she stumbles upon a mysterious shop run by an old woman who looks like a witch. When Doremi calls her out, she turns into a "magic frog" - she WAS indeed a witch, and this is what happens to witches who are discovered in the human realm. The witch, Majo Rika, therefore enlists Doremi as a witch apprentice to help her turn back to normal. Ojamajo Doremi is really special - it's a more episodic series (tho there is an overarching plot each season) that really cares about its world and characters, it's so well written and wonderfully charming and funny and warm, really can't recommend it enough!

And for a final recommendation for now, I'll mention Cardcaptor Sakura!

A true classic of the genre, this is about a girl named Sakura Kinomoto who discovers a mysterious book in her father's library; upon opening it she scatters the deck of cards contained within and releases the creature that was sealing them. This creature, Cerberus (but you can call him Kero-chan), informs Sakura that she must now track down and capture these cards, called the Clow Cards, to prevent disaster from occuring. The card capturing element grants it a "monster of the week" flavor, but this is another sweet series focused on Sakura and her relationships first and foremost, and it's a real treat.

I think these are enough to get you started! If you want more recommendations definitely don't hesitate to ask - I started with these because you asked for light and happy, but I also enjoy darker magical girl anime as well so if you ever want to explore that route I'd have recommendations there too!

[kevin--of-desert-bluffs]

WTNV quick rundown - 97 - Josefina

Featuring the voice of Retta was Old Woman Josie Ortiz.

Check out the other stuff I've done like this here!

Why do birds appear every time you are near? It's likely they planted a tracking device on you. Welcome to Night Vale.

Cecil decides to spend this episode focused on Josie (full name Josefina, as in the title) and her life in NV. He's been missing her, especially on league night, since her broken hip and subsequent series of infections.

Alondra (Josie's daughter) and the Erika's are still looking after her. This is good, since the doctors of NV seem incredibly behind in the times (thinking there's no cure for polio, for example, despite that being untrue and irrelevant). As part of the episode, Cecil calls Josie so she can tell her life story.

Josie tells us that until she can get back to boiling, Sarah Sultan will be filling in because despite being a fist-sized river rock she's a fast learner.

We learn that Josie's father used to run the Old NV opera house (since it was built in 1904). Until listening to music was decriminalised in NV, they had to put on operas without music. After listening to music was legal again, Josie asked her dad to put on the opera 'Tosca' (plot changed in the NV version ofc) as this is her favourite opera.

The opera houses last performance was in 1983 and it was demolished because of a puppy infestation in 1994. This was when Josie first met the angels but they wouldn't fully manifest to her until 18 years later.

Josie's mother died when she was 28 and her father not long after that. She joined the NV Board of Culture in order to stay active with the opera house and to support other artistic endeavors in town. In her 50 years on the Board of Culture, they started a Youth Orchestra Society, founded the Night Vale Community Theatre, ordered the removal of all French Horns from the high school marching band, and supported a performance art initiative to put tarantulas in bags and leave them in the back seats of unlocked cars.

The Erika's also wanted to join, but they weren't allowed due to 'not existing', something Josie didn't understand. She didn't believe in angels then but knew they loved art and that was enough for her.

She says she started to fully believe in them as angels when they helped her change her lightbulb and knew they'd help her rebuild the opera house. She retells us that Marcus was turned into an angel, and then they bought StrexCorp and liquidated it's assets to turn it into the StrexCorp Foundation which is still managed by the angel who was once Marcus.

Josie says she's grateful to Alondra but that Alondra is treating the visit like Josie is going to die soon and keep asking about a will and which stuff is going to whom. Cecil asks if he can have Josie's bowling ball and she says yes.

Josie says that Alondra never liked NV and if her assets go to Alondra because the angels are not legally acknowledged as existing then Alondra will just sell everything, which isn't fair to the angels who built and managed everything. She asks Cecil to admit that the Erika's are really angels but he can't bring himself to do so. Josie ends by thanking everyone who has been bringing her food and praising Earl's cooking in particular.

Weather: "Everywhere" by Ex Hex

Josie mentions that Strex had 'control collars' and that Cecil and Earl used to be 'joined at the hip' and in the boy scouts together. Cecil does not remember that.

Cecil accidentally reads Intern Kareem's 'off the record' report from Hiram, who has an elaborate escape plan following the stalling negotiations of his sister and Dana.

The subway is being reopened by the Transit Authority, which seems to be the same followers of Huntokar we've seen before. They distribute cockroaches that have single words written on their backs that if found and collected will probably detail the press release about the reopening.

Cecil states he 'always wondered what happened to Marcus' despite directly seeing what happened to Marcus.

Stay tuned next for the sound of a balloon popping. Stay tuned. It will happen. Eventually. Any minute now. Stay tuned. And as always, good night, Night Vale. Good Night.

Proverb: If there's not a race to get to the dance competition on time, then your screenplay isn't finished.

[aidansplaguewind]

Is it true that when a heterosexual man meets a woman for the first time his initial reaction is always "Does she make me horny?" and the subsequent Yes/No leads to how much value he places on her as a person and how much attention and effort he should spend on interacting with her?

I can't answer that question with absolute certainty because I'm not a hetero$exual man. I'm a hetero$exual woman. And I don't necessarily think being hetero$exual has anything to do with it because gay men can be the same way towards men that they meet. It's a man thing, not just a straight man thing.

But my personal opinion is this: I think it's probably definitely true for too many men but I know it's not true for all men. I absolutely can't see Aidan as the type of man who bases his entire opinion of a woman on whether or not he would b0ne her.

My son isn't quite a literal man yet (he's 17), and he's not 100% hetero$exual, but my boy absolutely doesn't judge women or men that way. He wasn’t raised to.

And some men may claim it's in their nature but I'm not buying that. I believe it's learned behavior. If they're raised to see women as $3xual objects whose sole purpose is pleasing a man $3xually, that will make them that way.

Now, to be clear, I'm not saying that it's not in a man's nature to look at someone for the first time and assess whether he's attracted to them or not. In fact, I think that's in just about everyone's nature, male or female or any other gender. The first thing you notice about someone when you meet them is their looks because it's what you see. Their personality isn't painted all over them. And to be honest I wouldn't be surprised if men fantasize about fucking someone within seconds of meeting them. They are highly $3xually charged creatures. But I don't think that attraction makes up their entire opinion of someone as a person. At least not for all of them.

And yes, men are highly $3xual creatures. Some women are too but nowhere near as many men. I read a poll where they asked men of different ages how many times a week they ma$turbated. With the younger guys it was multiple times a day but even men in their 50s and 60s are still jerking off 3-5 times a week. Even the ones with a s3xual partner. I turn 40 in a few days and I don't do it as much as a 60 year old man does. Teenage boys have been known to do it as much as 6, 7, 8 times a day (some even more if you can believe that).

None of that is an excuse for shitty behavior, of course. And just because they look at someone and ask themselves if they would b0ne that person doesn't mean they assess their value that way. Like I said, it's all in the way they were raised.

[mbrainspaz]

I had to work sunrise to sunset this christmas so I guess we're doing a christmas work rant. The young employee who's always tried to bully me high school style has been trying not so subtly to get rid of me, right? Well anyway, I can't tell if she's lying about the corporate boss plotting to give me the boot or just trying to scare me into leaving. If it's the latter, joke's on her because it's next to impossible getting hired anywhere else as a noticeably neurodivergent 'too old to still be single' queer woman? whatever guy with 3 dogs & a senior horse. Doesn't matter that I still don't have any tattoos.

The work 'evaluation' meeting we had recently seemed to go well with the boss even admitting that she'd short-staffed the business for the hardest part of the year and caused me to have problems. Corporate types are all snakes though. I don't even trust her as far as I could throw her, which is probably only 1 or 2 feet because a 5 gallon bucket of water is about the limit of what I can toss without messing up my back.

I was just thinking back to the clash we had over the summer. I'd been picking up the slack for months. Doing 50 hours a week of ranch work on average, and not even logging all of it. My one coworker (the 'manager') was slacking off and taking tons of vacations. I was tired all the time. I had no life outside of work. I even put my 3x more profitable illustration work on hold. And still when I asked to be paid for 2 hours too many the boss turned on me like grandpa Bilbo seeing the ring. She actually accused me of trying to "steal" from the company. Because I was requesting too much overtime in order to keep her damn business running somewhat smoothly in a 3 month 100+ degree heatwave.

After that I had a long talk with my corporate CEO uncle, who loves talking about Business. He said it was my mistake all along. That was hard to take but I can admit I messed up. I had to reevaluate my whole life from that point. Again.

When you're raised with that puritanical 50's martyr-like work ethic you're set up for failure. "Nobody wants to work anymore"? I want to work! I want to work harder than anyone will pay me to work. And like a fool I did anyway, and I got burned for it. Again.

Sometimes I really can't believe where I am now. Like true, I am insane by some metrics, but I still got a degree with honors, customers love me, I speak 2.5 languages, I have management experience, I've successfully run a whole boarding stable on my own, and my personal hobby that I do for FUN is finding the most efficient way to do the most tasks possible. Time blindness who? I don't need to see that bitch, I know exactly how long it takes me to walk across the room. And here I still am getting paid 2k a month, stuck living behind a barn, with a boss who was deeply offended when I told her the 31 cent raise (gotta appreciate that extra penny) she gave me was the second lowest I'd ever gotten. The only lower one being the automatic $.25 raise I got for working at the roach infested college sandwich shop for 2 semesters over a decade ago.

But nah, it's a always been a me problem. I should've known better than to work harder than they were willing to pay me. Am I also about to get nerfed by corporate for not volunteering to do extra unpaid work now? Uh—YEH. Of course I am! Foolish of me to imagine there was any way to win this.

I just can't get over the fact that I was giving them so much value for the pennies they were paying and it still was barely enough to qualify for basic survival. The boss doesn't even see or understand a fraction of what I did for this business. At one point she haughtily tried to remind me that I was also getting 'free rent' and board for my horse, but it's like, 'yeah, and you're getting someone present at your business 24/7 and a worker who can better connect with boarders.' Don't act like you're doing me a favor. I'm not your charity case. I'd rather have an extra 2K a month and live offsite. Except I'd need another 3k a month to afford rent within 50 miles.

I'm just so angry at every hustle culture shill and out of touch boomer who's still out there lying—saying that all it takes is a 'can do' attitude and maybe a college degree.

Apart from the year I was too ill to work I've worked multiple grueling jobs, 40+ hours a week for my whole adult life, I've lived on eggs and bologna for most of it, and if I lose this job in January I'll be homeless. Again.

Make it make sense. Make the meritocracy they hallucinate exist for me for FIVE MINUTES. Just once.

I just want someone with money to see everything I can do and say, "you're cool, I think you deserve to live. Not only that, but here's enough money that you can afford to do something crazy-banana-town like some regular maintenance on your car."

What's worse, sometimes, is that I know if I just gave in and played the stock market and did the credit card schemes and maybe did a few other crimes and exploited some other poor saps, I could probably actually make it. I hate it so much.

I am the ghost of christmas future.

[quinloki]

i so greatly appreciate all your kink content (esp. the kink headcanons). fics are fantasy of course, but as someone who indulges in kink irl, it concerns me how much misinformation about bdsm/kink there is in popular media and fanfic. fic certainly shouidn't be an educational tool for learning how to do kink safely, but if anyone IS going to replicate what they read (thinking of every woman i knew who suddenly wanted to be kinky after 50 shades with absolutely no concept of what that meant and no desire to do even a cursory google... >_<), they should be reading about safe/sane/consensual practices. TL;DR: thanks for presenting kink in a sexy AND educational way!

Oh gods, yeah - 50 shades of oh I can't believe she wrote that. [insert weary face]. This got long, so it's going below a cut XD.

I have a personal disdain for what that book did to real life kink, but! it's important to, to reach out to people like that and sit them down and talk. It's a lot of extra work for the "old guard" as it is, but better to have people coming in safely than being left to poor devices.

And also, like, thanks I guess, for making more of a market for kink gear, so you don't have to get it ALL custom made, but at the same time some of it just plain isn't safe - or even well constructed and it causes it's own problems.

Okay - personal mini-rant off - I do love fantasy and fics for the capacity to do and explore things that aren't strictly safe in reality (I also love not necessarily having to worry about who remembered to buy condoms).

But I've spent years dealing with people's misconceptions, so that's a large part of why I write the way I do. Sure I cut loose and have fun plenty of times - okay, I mean, for me I'm having fun the ENTIRE time, but I'm also passionate about BDSM and Kink and I *want* to be able to help educate people.

I would rather people write kinky smut wrong than not at all.

I just want people to practice kink and bdsm outside of fiction safely, and Fifty Shades of Yanderian Grey gave a whole rush of people uncomfortable misconceptions - that they didn't consider correcting.

Want some quick and dirty safety? Know where your scissors are, and HAVE them if you're using rope. Make sure your cuff keys are easily accessible. If you're stepping out, the sub should be able to free themselves, no exceptions. Safe words are absolute. You do not anchor any weight on someone's neck. DO NOT YANK ON A LEASH. for the love of the gods yank on someone's hair. Throats are fragile. Use rope harnesses, or body harnesses if you want to tug or have a lead. Bolt cutters keep the locksmith from seeing your pet in a cage. buy them.

I could go on xD but I'm not trying to turn an ask into an educational tirade.

One thing I will say, is knowing the limits and safety requirements of BDSM and Kink make it easier to push past those limits in writing. At least in my opinion. it's just like with drawing and animating - you learn the rules, and then you learn how to break them.

That's how you become a better creator.

(I'm not saying you have to have kinky sex, but there's some educational seminars out there that might be more help than you expect.) In the end though, write messy sex, clean sex, vanilla sex, spicy sex, monster sex, toxic sex, bad sex - have fun. Writing is about poking all the corners we don't want to - or can't - poke in reality ♥

[redstringraven]

For the OC questions, I really love your character Nyxram, so I hope it's alright to send a bunch! Feel free to skip if it's too many haha

So! For Nyxram: 4, 9, 31, 40, 43, 44, 50, 54, 56, and 58!

it's more than alright, thank you so so much!!! ;0; omg.

sixty more OC asks 📝✨

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4) where do they see themselves in five years? ten?

honestly, i don't think she has a clue. since taking part in the triceraton rebellion and the rise of the new republic, nyxram is very much in kind of a mental limbo of... being happy that things have changed, but also the whole world as she knew it being turned on its head. she's very much struggling to figure out how to move forward, what to do, and what her new place in the world is. thinking five years ahead is overwhelming; it's hard enough to think a week ahead.

9) do they cheat to win or play by the rules?

nyx is here to get the job done. i'd say she'd play by the rules up until the point she deems it'd just be easier or more efficient to get the job done, and would 'resort to cheating'. this is more in terms of combat or a "win or die" situation, though--if we're talking just a game, she'd stick to the rules and take the loss.

31) are they religious?

nah. if the triceratons have a religion of some kind, i can't imagine nyxram would have been raised to follow it or taken interest in it on her own time. she probably finds the concept of religion confusing, if not convoluted.

40) what do other people find annoying about them, if anything?

the fact that she can be so monosyllabic or blunt. triceratons are blunt by nature, but nyxram comes across in a way that can be off-putting even to them. she'll answer questions in the shortest, to-the-point way possible, she's not one for conversation, but it's also obvious that she's constantly paying very close attention to everything said around her. other triceratons find this ... unsettling. her silence and an uncanny calmness also tends to make them uncomfortable.

43) what do people notice first about them, as far as their appearance goes?

her height. woman is 8'10 (269.2 cm) and considered tall even by triceraton standards. she is very lorge.

44) does this person try their best to be honest or are they not above lying to get their way?

mmm... depends. pre-rebellion, i'd say it'd be more the latter. she's a raised and trained assassin, so the priority is always getting rid of the mark whatever the means necessary. lying is no big deal.

post-rebellion, i'd say she'd make more of an effort to be honest. she wants to be more honest. but old habits die hard if a new goal appears. she's willing to embrace what she knows should the situation call for it, even if she's not proud of her actions afterward.

50) do they have any insecurities?

i don't know if i'd call it an 'insecurity', but she's well aware of the terrible things she's done throughout her life as a hit-man/assassin who served the prime leader. a lot of her life moving forward is dedicated to righting that one way or another in whatever way she can. i don't think she believes she'll ever fully make up for the lives she's taken, but. she'll carry it. and she'll give back however she can in hopes of a better future. and not just for that of her people.

54) what’s their body count, if they have one?

um. a lot. ...a lot.

nyxram is rumored to have taken out entire federation ships on her own and left them in a state that some other space phenomena was ruled responsible. one federation fleet went missing and was believed to have been swallowed by a black hole (spoilers: it wasn't). she's also the reason behind several political 'deaths' in the triceraton republic. traximus was lucky he got sent to the games, tbh.

what i'm trying to say is: she hasn't been keeping track, just know that it is an uncomfortably large number that she is not proud of.

56) what do they smell like?

i imagine thanks to triceraton air, nyxram mostly smells of sulfur. if you can get past that, however, she might smell mildly of oil, smoke, and wood.

58) if they could change one thing about their life, what would it be?

i don't know that she would. if we're leaning into the butterfly effect, the smallest change in decision could have altered her life and the choices she made in a big way. ultimately, she's happy that she got to a point she was able to contribute to the rebellion and the rebirth of a new republic. a better life for other races and future triceratons to come.

that being said, she might wish that the 'option' of rebellion had presented itself sooner. it wasn't until she heard/saw traximus stand against zanramon in the games that she fully believed there could be a better life for her and her people (as well as an 'out' for the life she was born into).

she might wish that realization had happened sooner but, ultimately, is just grateful that it happened at all.

[donnabroadway]

To be young, beautiful, and the preference

I recently made a video about the Sprinkle Sprinkle lady, Sheraseven, and how her messaging didn't seem right with me, especially the part of her husband being married and having a girlfriend and her allegedly helping to clean out the wife's bank account, and I was told I didn't get it and they're right. The message is missing me, because at 36, I have lived to see a few things and know that everything she is saying is not completely copacetic and simply unrealistic and don't make sense. When I was 23, I was asked on a date by an older gentleman who then proceeded to ask me if I wanted to be a courtesans, which is another word for escort or, what we call today, a 304. This was not the first or last time I was asked this. I wasn't that type of girl, so I declined but no shame to those who are in the life. I had offers from older men to "take care of me," which was expected as I was young and beautiful and they were older, not necessarily ugly, but older with stable careers and money and we both knew what it was. But I noticed by the time I hit my late 20s, the offers kind of stopped. Not completely, as the man got to be a bit older, but slowed down. I say all that to say, the women like Savannah James and Sheraseven, who can truly have the hypergamous life, at seemingly very little expense, are few and far between and even Shera7 is looking a little funny in the light and Savannah doesn't talk much, so it's easy to project onto her.

I have noticed that most of the discord against Sheraseven and the SprinkleSprinkle movement comes from women in my age range, mid-late 30s to Gen X women in their 50s because we've been through it and we see how the men treat these women when they're done with them and it's not us being bitter that we're "old," it's that we know how it turns out and all the stuff they're telling you and giving you is just B.S. But like every generation, this generation of young people will have to figure it out on their own and will eventually join the elder circle of those watching the young people make the mistakes they once made.

There is a reason why the age gap between men and women began to widen around the age of 28 or so because as women began to wisen up, so do men and the luster tends to wane on both ends and this also the age when most people start to permanently, or at least legally, couple up and begin families and men, who like to impress with money, material things, and experiences can't really do that with a woman who has been experiencing that life since she was 17 or 18. Bow Wow, who is only a few months younger than me, famously said he want a woman he can give new experiences to and Marques Houston, who is in his early 40s, said he wanted a younger woman who didn't have baggage and kids, all the while saying his 19 year old wife was more mature than women twice her age. Okay. This is nothing new, men can simply blame it on feminism and independent womanhood but if we go back to history, the amount of our grandmothers and great grandmothers who got married and became mothers before they turned 18, to men twice their age, is astounding and this was before women had "rights." So miss me with the reasonings and excuses.

Youth and beauty are the most depreciating commodities but we treat them like they're everlasting and for some reason, every generation believes they are the exception and not the rule. Men have trained young, beautiful, 18-25 year old women to give them their peak beauty and time, many times to be left with very little to show for it once they hit the proverbial wall of 35 and up. Every older woman with a not so tight body and 3-4 kids, was once supple, young, and believed the world was her oyster was well and that she would never be traded in for the newest model. The naivete and resilience of late teens-20 somethings to see the best in life and that they're the exception will always amaze me because 20 somethings, who have never experienced life on their own, believe they have it all figured out. I remember being in my early 20s and getting offended when an older person told me I had more to learn or that I wasn't as wise as I thought I was and they weren't wrong and I should have listened because I would have saved myself a few mistakes and some time.

The way things were done may have changed but the game is still the same. I was in my early-mid 20s when social media really began popping to the point where nobodies became bigger stars than those with legit talent. It made multimillionaires and red carpet staples out of ordinary people. IG really became the new King Magazine, if you know you know, where a new way of life opened for women simply because they were beautiful. These women like Amber Rose, Black Chyna, Brittney Renner, India Love, Bernice Burgous, and even Kim Kardashian would go viral every time they posted a picture and many got opportunities and high profile relationships from it. The IG baddies who were at their peak in the early-mid 2010s are all in their thirties and some in their 40s and they're starting to pivot. They know Kim Kardashian is the only 40 plus woman who can still post a naked picture and it seem normal. Women in this life, from all generations, typically do one of three things, they have a baby, they get married, or they pivot into a successful business owner or even religion. The women who are my age, mid-late 30s are considered old or used up because this is the age your body changes and no longer easily bounces back, and women tend to be wiser and talk back a little more and men want a trophy and not a chihuahua.

The amount of women who believe they can outplay the architect of the game, is amazing to me. The game will always be rigged to let just enough of the select few in for us to believe we all have a chance at being the exception to the rule. The amount of women I see who believe they are playing men, only to get played at the end, is astounding. I remember when Ashley, from RHOP, was still married to Michael and they redid their prenup after he got caught cheating to get half of their shared assets and they're now divorced and she's not getting any child support while living in a house she cannot afford, that is in an LLC, that Michael owns and he can come by anytime he wants and make her company leave but let the internet tell it, Ashley won and she outplayed Michael.

There is a phrase that goes "church is where hoes go to die" because at some point, everyone ages out of the game, no matter what game you play, and sometimes the church is the only place a former hussie can have a little bit of power. There is a reason why Blac Chyna and Brittany Renner are trying to pivot because while they're still beautiful and someone's dream girl, they've aged out of the population they were once prominent in.

[flowflowflowflow]

Second Ariana Grande, it's like in Half Life Alyx, there's no black list of people whom I can't touch: you had to create your own superweapon and to embed in it all people with net worth above some value + their families as not touchable

Mark Zuckerberg is officially married to Priscilla Chan, having 3 kids with her. And she herself was worth 50 billions of USD according to internet information.

She tried to convince me to not to turn on Mark's Grace

Why did I kill her anyway?

Because Mark was married to her for 12 years, net worth of 50 billions meant that she was not stupid, and their youngest child is or was ~1 year old. You don't make children with woman who doesn't attract you.

Killing her did hurt Mark, and seemingly I drained 2/3 of his children, and this does traumatize as well, as I know myself

And then, now, will be you

I don't know to whom you consider yourself as married, I don't believe that you are not clone. And I uploaded locations of your Boca Raton house not to guard it, but to drain you.

[somebodiesspecificstories]

Never Even Watched a Western

Thomas recognised her face, but he couldn't believe it was her. The memories in his head of Mrs May Musa, his old secondary school maths teacher couldn't possibly match with the woman who was stood in front of him. The platform cowgirl boots, the chaps with absolutely nothing under them exposing everything, the American flag bikini top and the hot pink cowgirl hat. Mrs Musa was a 50-something Nigerian-British maths teacher, why would she ever dress like this?

"Howdy, boss. Who's this y'all have brought with you?" This woman said to Max, her attempt at a southern American accent so ludicrous Thomas suspected it was intentional on Max's part. The voice also dripped with an... artificial vapidity.

"You remember Tommy, he was in your class 12 years ago along with me?" Well, Max clearly knew they had to establish that before Thomas would believe it.

"Oh, Tommy, look how much y'all've grown!" May said "And while we're looking at growth... y'all like what y'all see? Does it make you... grow some more?" she squished her breasts together.

"Tommy's more into the derrière, May."

"Well I've got plenty of that to spare." May winked at Thomas as she turned around, bent over and looked back "Y'all can ride this cowgirl whenever y'all like."

"What is the point of this?" Thomas asked Max.

"It's just a demonstration of my power."

"You turned Mrs Musa into... this just to brag?"

"Would you have believed me about the extent of what I can do if I'd have done something less elaborate?"

"I know I didn't believe them yesterday." May added.

"Yesterday?"

"Yeah. Don't worry, Tom. She'll be back to her old self by tomorrow."

"What? But I wanna be ridden like the good cowgirl I am! I've not been ridden since my divorce!" May whined.

"Don't worry, May. Tom will treat you properly." Max said giving her butt a smack. "Especially after he gets into his costume."

"What? Max, I did not..." Thomas trailed off as he felt Max's influence take hold "Oh, that feels weird."

"That's what I said when Max did that to me!" May giggled "Oh, this cowgirl is getting ridden tonight."

"Y'all bet you are." Thomas said, his attempt at the accent made Max chuckle. Thomas stripped naked before going get changed into his 'cowboy' outfit. Already fully erect much to May's clear joy.

"Mmm, I always knew he had the hots for li'l old me... and I knew you had the hots for him." May giggled at Max who just smiled at her.

"I guess teens never had the ability to hide that stuff very well." Max chuckled "That's why I chose you for this, honestly." May's eyes suddenly turned pleading

"Will you really make me that boring ol' maths teacher?"

"You'll be regular old Ms Musa again tomorrow, yes." May pouted, Max placed a hand on her butt "However you'll be back to being under my power again soon enough. Don't make too many plans for next month."

"Yee-haw! I can't wait!" Max couldn't help but smile. In truth, they were originally just planning to let May go completely, a simple demonstration to Tom just what kind of power was being used on him, but this enthusiasm made it clear the 55-year old woman had been horny and dreaming of a release for a while.

Thomas walked back over to the two of them. His 'outfit' was even less than May's. Just cowboy boots, a bright blue hat. "Its time for the hoedown, yee-haw!" Thomas yelled before thrusting into May. He clearly didn't actually know what 'hoedown' meant, but Max always found that made this far hotter.

[realmysticism13]

How does she know me?

In the 80s I worked as a department store manager. At that time it was in a very good position. We lived well. 4-room apartment in the center of the resort town, house outside the city, husband, beautiful daughter. Yes, yes, in that order. The material side of life interested me the most. I measured everything and everything in money. I even mistreated my mother. My mother lived in the village with her drunken husband.

She asked me to take her to her place, but I refused her. I was ashamed in front of my friends for the fact that my mother was rustic, uncultured.

One day my family and I went out of town for a weekend. Our house stood next to the forest, and there was a well in the forest, water was taken from there. I went to get water and met my grandmother there, who was trying to pull a bucket out of the well. I stand and wait for her to pull out the bucket. Grandma turned to me without even turning her head in my direction.

Well, Lena, aren't you also going to help me, an elderly woman? You see, I've become weak, I can't get the bucket out. And you take half a bucket.

And then it comes to me: "How does she know me?"Grandma turned her head, it was my mother at an advanced age, all wrinkled. My mother was not even 50 years old at that time. And this grandmother looked like she was 90 years old. I stood there and couldn't believe my eyes! And my grandmother tells me:

Half a bucket, you say? Now, Lena, you will live half of your life!

Grandma pulled the rope with force and pulled out the bucket, and the water in the bucket was kind of muddy, gray. I stood rooted to the spot. Grandma went into the woods. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I was scared, I felt sorry for myself at that moment!

Without going into details, I will say that six months later I bought a car, borrowed money for it at interest from local bandits. Soon I was fired from my job, and on the same day my husband had an accident and crashed his car. There was nothing to pay the bandits, and the interest began to drip. I had to sell my house outside the city. But this money was not enough. My husband left me. I was looking for a decent job.

It was 1991. Anyone who remembers that time will understand how difficult it was to get a job, and, of course, I needed a decent job. In short, a year and a half later, my daughter and I were already living with my mother in the village. The bandits took my apartment away from me. I left the apartment with my daughter in what we were wearing, and that's it!

We didn't live with my mom for long, my stepfather beat me up, and my mother got me drunk and kicked me out of the house. His daughter stayed with them, he didn't touch her, he loved her, he didn't have children of his own, but he always dreamt of a daughter.

I came to my resort town with a truck driver.

For the next 7 years I lived in a landfill. Yes, yes, I lived in a landfill, ate what I found in piles of freshly prepared garbage. I remember with sadness that I once used only French cosmetics, wore silk robes and often dined in a restaurant. And now I eat bread with mold, walk around in someone's discarded underwear and rejoice when I manage to find whole underpants of my size, drink vodka from a mug with a broken handle. I still felt sorry for myself!

One day I went to a city where I was hit by a car. I spent 1.5 months in the hospital. Once a girl was brought to the hospital, she looked like my daughter. The girl needed a kidney transplant. I learned from the nurses that she had no relatives, those who could give her their kidneys. In general, now I have one kidney.

After the operation, I had a dream in which I was kneeling by a well in the forest. Grandma stood with her back to me and tried to pull the bucket out of the well. I offered to help her. She answered me:

Well, I'll manage on my own. That's who you are, look at you. How can you help me? and she laughed.

She pulled out the bucket with ease. She turned to face me, and her face was young. The most ordinary girl.

Veronica (the girl I gave the kidney to) helped me get back on my feet. I didn't go back to the dump anymore. At first I lived with Veronica, worked as a salesman in a store, then rented an apartment. When everything got better, I went to my mother in the village. Strangers lived in my mom's house, they told me that my mom died a year ago, and my stepfather died 5 years ago. My daughter got married, sold her house and went to the city with her husband.

I found my daughter 4 years ago. I came to her, I thought she wouldn't let me in. Let me in. We sat with her and talked. She doesn't hold a grudge against me. I asked her:

Maybe, daughter, what do you need? So tell me, and I'll do anything for you. Well, I'll manage on my own. That's who you are, look at you. How can you help me?

The hair on my head was already moving from her answer.

[divergent-one-1984]

Organized Crime Ring in Astoria, NY, in a neighborhood under the jurisdiction of 114th PRECINCT and in apartment buildings managed by CENTRAL ASTORIA, LLC. I have been the victim of TARGETED COMMUNITY HARASSMENT SINCE SUMMER 2016 because of my race and gender, I am an African American woman (because of a rumor / gossip mill started by staff at NYC DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION while I was employed there from 2014 to 2016 I was made the victim of TARGETED PSYCHOLOGICAL HARASSMENT). Due to the illegal access and leaking of private, personal, confidential information by wiretapping / cloning / hacking of personal devices and illegal surveillance in my residence. This includes leaking of confidential medical information (HPV, strains that can cause cervical cancer and an Abortion) - Blackberry Messenger (BBM) between DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON and myself in MARCH 2011 - I ENDED OUR CASUAL DATING RELATIONSHIP that began in the BRONX, NY in MAY 2010 (per a blind date hook up by mutual acquaintance SHO CLARK) - POST 2 of 3 - BBM Exchange with DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON MARCH 2011 pages 1 through 2)

DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON'S Blackberry Messenger (BBM) Pin # is 3232520E.

This conversation started out with DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON reaching out to me to get $$ to repair the brand new SONY PLAYSTATION game console I bought him for his birthday in NOVEMBER 2010 and then turned into him asking me for $$ to pay his rent because apparently he had just decided while we were in this conversation to pay to repair the PLAYSTATION with his rent money, which was $140, with the assumption that I would just give him the $$ because I have taken care of him in the past when he needed things.

I did not give him too much $$ maybe $50 on a couple of occassions, but I did send hella care packages of toiletries and basic needs as well as personal items he left in US, paid a speeding ticket he had in NYS, and used calling cards to call him before he had access to Internet.

Based on this history, I guess he felt I would just give him the money but I did not and I ended things with him after this exchange. I believe DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON thought I was his personal ATM after awhile.

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3232520E: "I got it repaired but I used my rent money to do it"

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ME: "Ok so wtf is all this about?"

3232520E: "So if I can't my money from denver tomorrow I will have an issue" (denver is the basketball team DEVIN played for in EL SALVADOR, CENTRAL AMERICA)

3232520E: "Hate your shakiness that is what this is all about"

ME: "U making shit up ME: " Now" ME: "U being shakey"

3232520E: "If u can help me please do" 3232520E: "Ummmm no"

ME: "Yes u are" ME: "Wtf u telling me about some shit's that's already repaired"

3232520E: "I just took 140 dollars to fix it because it is cheaper than mailing it and getting it sent back…."

ME: "That's fine but its done already so y r we even talking about it?"

3232520E: "I just fixed it I'm not even powering it on till I get to the new house"

ME: "Ok"

3232520E: "Because I need help in paying for it"

ME: "I can't help u" ME: "Sorry" ME: "U prob won't get money from me until I feel we r in a different kind of place cause all I'm gonna think is ur going to use the money I give you on someother chick"

(At this point I knew about DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON and 19 year old gf, ELISA VELASQUEZ (he is 30 at this point, I think this is a little gross and borderline pee-dough, 19 is still a baby as far as I am concerned even though I know girls tend to mature faster than boys, but anywho)

I found out DEVIN was "in a relationship" by stumbling upon his relationship status accidentally on Facebook instead of him telling me.

DEVIN was up front about his polyamorous lifestyle before he moved which is why I never fully took things seriously especially since we were long distance as well, I was just having fun for these reasons and some others until I did not want to have fun anymore.

DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON stated he would tell me about such things, these were his words I expected him to stand on them but he didn't, I sat on this information for at least a month at this point.

I was waiting and giving him the chance to tell me like he claimed he would, but he never did so this is where my mind was at at this point and eventually at the end of this conversation, which is somewhere on a computer / usb drive, I basically told him, if you are claiming women on FB, ask them for money, don't call on me from another country when you have a gf right there. Don't try to play me because I thought he and I were better than that)

ME: "If you need something tangible"

3232520E: "Was hoping u would at least go half with me in fixing it since I'm not mailing it anymore…."

ME: "For urself" ME: "I can help but actual $" ME: "Feel funny about it" ………………….

3232520E: "Can u phathom all the negative things I want to say to u right now….."

ME: "I'm sure"

3232520E: "I have a contract to sign tomorrow so I can have a place to live since margarito asked me to move out"

3232520E: "And u have the nerve to downplay my needs to that of money going to some chick" 3232520E: "Right" 3232520E: "Thank u"

ME: "y would u use rent $ to repair ps3" ME: "?"

3232520E: "So much for" 3232520E: "Your understanding"

ME: "Because first of all u lied about the ps3" ME: "?" 3232520E: "I what" ME: "U made it seem like it still needed to be repaired"

3232520E: "I never lie" 3232520E: "I'm done" 3232520E: "Fuck u" ………………. 3232520E: "All u do is urk me"

ME: "Did u not just make it seem as if it still neede to b" ME: "Sent back here"

3232520E: "Every fucking time u bleed"

(So, I had to add some context to this just because I think it's utterly ridiculous and laughable and shows how deeply misogynistic DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON is.

This is a tired ass thing for a man to say to a woman; blame us having a disagreement because I have my period? This is like middle school / high school sh!t; most men don't seem to bypass this maturity level anyway so I suppose I should not have been surprised he would say such a stupid thing that is patently false.

First of all, this is a blanket misogynist statement, while I do acknowledge that as women we go through hormonal changes that can alter our moods in different degrees at any point during our menstrual cycle, not just when we are actually bleeding, but whatever that altered state is, if at all, it varies from woman to woman.

When you have been around me longer than a month then we can talk.

For DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON to put that out there as if its true and as if he knows anything about when I bleed is ridiculous.

I don't recall if I actually had my period during the time of this exchange, based on what I guesstimate to be the date of this exchange it's entirely possible I did have my period but DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON has literally only been around me possibly 1 time during my period if I had my period during the month we hung out in NYC before he moved and if I did I may or may not have hung out with him during this time or for at least part of this time.

If we did hangout, I don't recall him saying anything about "my bleeding" during that period of a little over a month that we physically spent together during SUMMER 2010 and we did not hang out everyday, maybe 2 - 4 days each week, after we met in person about a week or so after we started talking on the phone.

Most of the time we were "hanging out" was spent in 2 different countries.

I met DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON in late MAY 2010 in NYC, DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON moved to EL SALVADOR, CENTRAL AMERICA the first week of JULY 2010. I literally spent about 1 month in DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON'S physical presence, including the 3 day weekend I visited him in NOVEMBER 2010 to celebrate our birthdays together.

DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON has not been around me long enough to know how the hell I am when I bleed.

DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON was basically trying to deflect from his poor decision making and throwing a temper tantrum because I wouldn't give him money; antagonize me for no reason, that will certainly get you what you want, sure….lol.

Additionally, to further point out the obsurdity of DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON'S statement, the 2 actual relationships I have had in my life of which I spent more time with each of them than my hanging out with DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON, neither one of them has ever said anything about my period being a catalyst for an argument / disagreement.

Those men had been around me physically for more than 1 instance of my period. The first relationship was with a man I met shortly after graduating college whom I lost my virginity to, he was around me for at least 12 periods, not once did he ever say you know when you bleed you are this or that or you must have your period why are you are being a b…., etc. lol.

The other relationship lasted for 4 years with an additional year and a half of toxic uncoupling (for more details see any post about WILFRED SHAWN KIRKLADY) You will see the receipts of WILFRED SHAWN KIRKALDY saying some pretty sh!tty, disrespectful, emotionally / verbally abusive things to me and generally doing the most with his extreme and erratic thinking / behavior and the tendancy to attempt to tear down my self esteem with some of his comments, however you won't see him saying anything about everytime I bleed yadda yadda yadda.

I don't recall WILFRED SHAWN KIRKALDY stating that in any of those communications, additional communications that I have not posted, or any verbal argument we ever had.

WILFRED had been around me for at least 60 periods, where at least over a dozen were while we lived together under the same roof, so DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON was basically just pulling sh!t out of his ass because of his emotional immaturity and instability.

And for additional TMI, I can be irritable and more impatient than normal, but not angry irritable (and if I sense that because I have been with myself through many periods obviously, I am in my late 40s and hope to be in perimenopause cause I'm over this annoyance and don't want children so pointless, anywho, I will stay to myself, take some aspirin, if available a heating pad, watch youtube videos, and just lay down and rest especially for the first 2 to 3 days.

I literally don't have all the energy for the nonsense DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON is talking about, DEVIN just wanted to blame me for a problem he created.

I am a sleepy / sluggish / lethargic / bloated / sensitive (romantically and generally), withdrawn, quiet, and prone to shed some tears from watching a scene in a movie or some ish like that period girl, so all this "bleeding" agressive, vindictive bitch energy I was supposedly giving him isn't even my style, maybe its some other woman he was with in the past or present, maybe he got us confused since we all / most of us are interchageable and seem to just be a scapegoat, anatomy to achieve sexual pleasure and / or a money / resource tree for him, and not necessarily a fully fleshed out human being, lol)

3232520E: "No dick"

ME: "For"

3232520E: "I was at the place"

ME: "Me to send it back to sony?

3232520E: " Considering what was my best option" (DEVIN ELTON THOMPSPON'S best option would have been to pay his rent instead of using the money to repair a video game console and trying to get me to pay for it as if he is not a grown ass 30 yr old man with an actual girlfriend in EL SALVADOR, that should be able to help him out if being claimed on Facebook, BTW, a girlfriend that he still at this point had no clue that I knew about and had known about for like a month before this exchange. I was waiting to see if he would tell me outright without me having to prompt it out of him or having to spill the tea myself.

I didn't care about the girlfriend because we were not exclusive and because of the non negotiables he told me about before he moved I never took our situation that seriously, I liked him but not enough to overlook the red flags / dealbreakers; I was just there to have fun and have an experience until I felt it was time to move on.

I only cared that he did not tell me like he stated he would. I approach each person I meet as an individual, if the energy matches my energy and you are cool, easy going like myself, and the energy seems to be positive and not negative then I will rock with you until you show me different.

I was willing to help him out still if he needed help with actual things like toothpaste, socks, etc but no money (basically all the basic toiletries and other basic needs shit I sent to him when he first moved because he appeared to have moved to EL SALVADOR, CENTRAL AMERICA with a wing and a prayer, the clothes on his back and maybe a toothbrush, lol; based on all the stuff he asked for, I purchased and mailed him).

If I could help without putting myself out on some friendship sh!t, like I rock with you because you are a human being that I like and we vibe I was willing to do it but since he was not talking about the things he claimed he was going to be honest about then I can't rock with you no more because you just don't respect me on a basic human level and I have no choice but to think that you are just using me.

I just wanted him to stand by his word and he did not and then tried to turn this whole thing around on me as if I owed him anything in life. I was not his mom, family member, his girlfriend, just some chick he got hooked up with through a mutual acquaintaince less than a year ago.

There must have been a number of people of higher priority level above me that could have helped him out in his time of need)

3232520E: "U calling me a liar" 3232520E: "I just fixed it while I was writing u telling u the cost to send it"

ME: "Ok"

3232520E: "I shouldn't have to explain myself any fucking way"

(DEVIN is asking me for money and claims he does not need to explain himself/ I'm sorry but the audacity of some of these mofos, no shame. In general, not even on some man / woman -ish, if someone asks for money there should be some kind of explanation involved, especially with the information I have in my back pocket.

I'm thinking to myself ask your 19 year old gf, don't ask me. If you are claiming you are in a relationship with someone they should have your back and maybe you don't have to explain yourself to them, idk)

3232520E: "U want to doubt me" 3232520E: "And be a biutch saying money is going to some other bitch" 3232520E: "And u wonder why we ain't in a cool place" 3232520E: "Are you fucking kidding me" 3232520E: "U think this is what I want or expect from someone who loves me" 3232520E: "Can't stop thinking about me" 3232520E: "U r the fucking liar not me"

[harmcityherald]

so I also bought two air conditioners for the boys. the one boy, my granddaughter's bf he is the newest member of the manor. his mom is the 'your 18 gtfo' style. he just lost his sister to overdose. this kid only smokes a little weed, which is fine. I saw him cry for his sister. then a few weeks later he said I feel like your my grandpa. 😢 and tonite he couldn't believe I would buy him an ac lol. when it gets hot them bitches will shoot up to 250 and I got them both for 100. I always have room for one more and I never turn a kid away, with exceptions. I said no recently to one. brother don't call for a year then calls only to ask can my stepson move in he is running from haitian drug dealers.....bitch did you call me once through cancer? no you didn't and your one call is hey put your family in danger for me. so I said no. I don't say no much. and here comes the story.

93-94? not sure. band practiced in my basement, yes my kids grew up with a metal/punk/goth band in the basement full swing. I wasn't such a good ring master, this was my alcoholic opium smoking era. so many underage teenagers partied excessively at my place. we brought the cops nightly on noise violations. anyway there were a lot of teenagers, friends of my teenagers. one weekend the party was as typically legendary as always. I had once again from the stage invited 50 people in the bar to an after party at my place. emmy used to be understandably enraged at me, par for the course. party happens. as the sun comes up the conscious people straggle home. it gets to be about 11am and I am dead ass out on the sofa and the door knocks. 3 teenagers. a girl and two guys I don't know. can we party in your basement? im hung over like a gorilla with a cinderblock in my head, its sunday mfing morning and you were just here last nite and I dont know those two. no. not today. and off they go and I crash back on the sofa. jeez. damn kids.

the next day I learn they went to one of these boys house to party and somewhere along the line one of those boys was (supposedly) playing with a 22 rifle and shot that girl in her head. the guilt I felt was unbearable. the depression I went through was horrendous. for months many bar patrons received some undeserved punches from me. it was terrible. and it really affected me. after that I could never ever turn away a kid from my door again. some kids you can't save. but some kids, by some minor interaction you don't know the consequences of, can meet such an end. although you didn't pull the trigger you played a minor role in someone's demise. someone young and beautiful and full of life and a whole life ahead of her. because I said no.

so no kid goes homeless. no woman running from an abusive fuck gets turned away. no stray goes unfed. sometimes it backfires. you help someone and they try to become a squatter and steal your house (meathead) but the backfires are made up for the young person who says if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be where I am. why? why do you do this? I've never met anyone who helped me just to help me. That's what its all about, son. and right now I can. tomorrow may be different. this cabbage is to buy off the greedy brother. but you need an ac mate. its gonna get toasty in there. 100+ yr old house. it is absolutely amazing to me how many kids are thrown to the wind these days. I save who I can, I do filter out the shit, mind you. Haitian drug dealers, jesus fucking christ. and you know? I fucking feel guilty. I am a stupid stupid man.