#damn zima good job

[waitingongravity]

Don't let U-Official distract you from Zima's Hardbass YouTube channel

I like to imagine that the MVs are either really badly filmed cityscape shots or various clips of the Ursus girls being absolute idiots. Istina is standing on top of a lamppost (how she got up is never shown). Rosa joins Zima in dancing and is Atrocious. Gummy poses next to a blacked out Leto whose stillness is starting to get concerning. Absinthe is the cameraman.

[kratosfan6632466]

Story : wrecker spends 24 hours getting some with zima in many different ways and places

Wrecker saw zima cooking in the kitchen as he went behind her and smirks

Zima : hey hun I made lunch

Wrecker puts his hand up her skirt as she blushed red

Wrecker: tonight is gonna be full of passion…..

Zima : oh it’s today huh?

Wrecker: yep hehehe so let it cool off

Zima turns off the stove as he kissed her neck she blushed as he grabbed her ass and growled

Zima : w-wreck your making me …..

Wrecker put her on the table

Wrecker: I wanna eat YOU first~

Zima : oh I see skip straight to dessert huh~?

Wrecker: yeah so open them legs for me I’m getting hungry

Zima opened her legs as she removed her underwear

As he started eating her pussy

Zima : mmh~

Wrecker kept going and slid his tongue in

Wrecker: damn you taste good ~ can’t get enough of you

Zima smirked as she watched him and when she came he swallowed her cum

Wrecker blushed

Wrecker: damn ….

Later on they were working out together as she was spotting him

Zima : cmon! Almost done just three more three more lifts baby!

Wrecker grunts as he continues to lift three more times as he stopped

Zima : good job hun

Wrecker: join me in the shower?

Zima : sure hun

Zima went in first and wrecker soon after as he wrapped his arms around her

Wrecker kisses her neck

Wrecker: should I lather you before we start ~?

Zima : if you don’t mind ~

Wrecker lathered her hair with shampoo as he massaged her scalp while doing this

Zima : mmmmh….

Wrecker blushed

Wrecker: baaaabe your making me hard

Zima purred and went on her knees and kissed around his bulge as he pants wanting her

Zima blushed as he wrapped his arms around her and pushed his length inside her ass

Zima gasps as he starts thrusting he growled as he fucked her

Zima : a-ah~ wrecker…..ah….

Wrecker plays with her tits whilst thrusting as she was pinned to the wall while doing this

Wrecker: mmmh~ you feel so good ~

Wrecker had a idea as he went rougher

Zima : oh yes!!!!~ ah fuck me harder!!!

Wrecker slammed his cock in and out as she came from the front she pants getting horny

Zima : aaah~!!!!!!

Wrecker went faster and growled as he played with her nipples

Wrecker: yeeees!!!!!!~ take all of my cum my pet!!!

Wrecker said as he came inside her ass*

Zima pants he pulled out and rides her pussy pounding it as her eyes rolled back from the extreme pleasure

Wrecker: fuck….your pussy is so good baby girl ~!

Wrecker growled as he continued

Zima : aaah~!!! Fuck yes!!!!~ make me cum !!!~~~

Wrecker went deeper inside only making her cum immediately he continued pounding her pussy as she held onto him his hands on his stomach as he came inside her pussy making it swell up a little bit

Zima : AAAAAAH!~

Zima ; cmon daddy I want more!!!

Wrecker; it’s a big load are you sure?

Zima : yes!!! Please daddy cum inside me I beg for your love juice!

Wrecker came inside her again

Later on at a private movie theater wrecker had some popcorn and some snacks as the movie started she ran circles around his chest

Wrecker blushed as she reaches for the popcorn only to grab his dick from in the popcorn box

Zima : wh-wrecker!

She squeezed his dick

Wrecker: ow! Hey! That hurt!

Zima : did you seriously stick your dick in the box??? What if you cum all over the popcorn

Wrecker: I’d want you to eat it even with some on it~

Zima : fine…….

Zima stroked his cock as his dick remains in the box

Wrecker: mmmh~ oh fuck …..

Wrecker saw there was a sex scene on the movie as he got excited as his dick twitches and pulsed

Wrecker groaned suddenly

Zima : You ok?

Wrecker: I didn’t know that the movie had a sex scene in it…..

Zima : yeah me either

Wrecker: zima please help it’s starting to throb and twitch!

Zima : shhh ok ok I’ll help

Zima said as she strokes faster as he growled as she made out with him during the movie

Wrecker: mmmmhfaster….

She stroked his cock faster

Wrecker cups her tits as she stroked faster

Wrecker: aaah…faster I’m coming!

Wrecker said as she strokes faster as he came

Zima : still want me to eat it?

Wrecker: I’d love if you did……

Zima grabbed all the popcorn that had his cum on it and eats it as he watched as he was satisfied

Later on wrecker was napping as he waked up feeling someone touching his pants he moved his blanket as it was zima

Zima : sorry for waking you up I just wanted some dick

Wrecker blushed as she removed his pants

Wrecker blushed as she purred and kissed his dick

Wrecker blushed and pants

Wrecker: oh cyrare…..i love how you treat my cock

Zima went underneath and played with his balls

Wrecker: ahhh…fuck

She put one in her mouth and sucks on it as this got wrecker hard

Wrecker: fuckfuckfuckfuck~

Zima : do you want me to give your dick attention huh~

Wrecker has her on her knees as he brought his dick over to her as she puts it in her mouth and she starts sucking and starts thrusting

Wrecker: ah…f-fuck that’s it right there!!!~ ah oh fuck

Wrecker sat down as she stayed on her knees and kept sucking on his cock

Wrecker: Ah ….baby girl this feels amazing!

Oh fuck i love you ~!!

Wrecker said as he came

He got feral and lifts her legs he grunted as he pushes his dick deep in her pussy as he pounded her

Zima : ah!!!~ oh fuck yea!!!!!

Wrecker spanks her ass while doing this zima : aaah~

Wrecker kept spanking until he left a handprint on her cheek

Zima :ah daddy!!!!~

Wrecker came inside her then slid his dick between her tits and thrusts ferally he growled while doing this

Zima : oh yes ~ wrecker wreck me~

Wrecker went faster and came all over her tits

Zima blushed and pants along with wrecker

Wrecker noticed that zima was between his legs after dinner

Wrecker; come for dessert huh~?

Wrecker put her on his lap as she rubbed his bulge

Wrecker: mmmh~ oh zima you make me feel so good ~

Wrecker saw her ass and pressed his face on it

Zima : hm? Uh wrecker honey what are you doing?

Wrecker: I want my dessert to be your asshole~

Zima was red as he ripped off her underwear and spreads her cheeks ((fictional stuff so irl clean your bumholes!!!))

Wrecker went in and started with gentle kisses

Zima : ah….w-wrecker I never thought I’d see the day that you’d want my asshole

Wrecker: I’m full of surprises my love

He said as he slid his tongue in

Zima : a-ah~ mmmh……

He licked and slurped lapping away at her asshole enjoying every moment of it

Zima : oooh….wrecker

Zima sits on his face as they continue

Zima : ah~…..so warm…..ah keep doing it and I’ll cum on your hairy chest…..

Wrecker went faster she bit her lip as she starts thrusting into his mouth

Zima pants as he held her legs down with both arms

Zima couldn’t control herself as she came all over his chest

He didn’t stop however she kept cumming on his chest

Zima : o-oh oh fuck that felt amazing

He sticks his finger in her asshole as she continued to moan as he spanked her ass until it was red as she came on the bed releasing big loads

He went between her legs and started eating her pussy he gulped down lots of her cum

Wrecker blushed as she thrusts into him as he was pinned to the wall she face fucked him as he took it all In until she came again this time she held her legs opening her pussy wide open

Zima : oh baby please eat some more ~

Wrecker blushed and ate her pussy again like she instructed after she got close she stood up and rubbed her clit as she came on his face that time

Wrecker wiped his mouth and smirks

Wrecker: kriff that was fun!

Zima : glad you enjoyed it my love

Wrecker was half asleep as she gets on top of him once again

Wrecker: baby it’s getting late…

Zima : I thought you’d want a memorable experience to end the night with

Wrecker smiled

Wrecker: but I’m really tired how are we going to do this

Zima : just relax I’ll do the heavy stuff

Wrecker: o-ok

Zima blushed and zipped down her dress and grabbed something from the closet then came back and removed wreckers pants as he blushed

Zima : you ready?

Wrecker blushed and nods

Wrecker gasped as she was playing with his asshole like he did to her

Wrecker got really vocal as she had never done this before to him

Wrecker got hard when she did that

Wrecker: f-fuck zima …..ah…..

Zima : just warming you up hun now turn around lay on your belly

He did so

Wrecker: wh-what are you going to do to me

Wrecker turned red as a toy was inserted in his hole as he realized it was a bit too big she thrusts

Wrecker: ah! W-wait zima ow! Stop ! It’s too big!

Zima : hm? Oh shit sorry

Wrecker: I wanna try something smaller your used to the bigger ones from experience but I’ve never had a monster size before….so….

Zima pulled out and removed the toy and attached a regular sized toy

Wrecker: thank you I hope that didn’t ruin your fun

Zima : well I didn’t…go too far did I?

Wrecker: nah you stopped as soon as I told you to I should be fine

Zima : ok good

She puts the toy in this time it was a good enough size to fit in and it wouldn’t hurt him

Wrecker: mmh~ that’s much better

Zima : good

Zima blushed as she watched him orgasming

Wrecker: ah…a little faster p-please

Zima : first answer this question are you a good boy ~?

Wrecker: yes I’m a good boy! I am aren’t I ?

Zima : your a very good boy~

Zima said going faster as he continued to moan in pleasure

Wrecker: aah~

Wrecker: aaah~! Fuck I’m hard pound me!

Zima had him bent over by the table as she pounded him

Wrecker: aaaah…..oh fuck……

Zima stroked his cock slowly and kissed his neck as he drew close she slowed down for this reason

Zima : cmon baby ~ cum for mommy ~

Wrecker ejaculated as he pants

Zima : good boy….

Wrecker: z-zima?

Zima : call me mommy when we’re having sex

Wrecker: mommy?

Zima : yes?

Wrecker: I-I’m still a bit hard…

Zima purred and kissed his back as she continued stroking his dick

Wrecker: ah…n-no that’s not what I meant

Zima : do you want me to ride your cock?

Wrecker: p-please mommy I need it

Zima slid right in and rides his dick

Wrecker: aaaauuuughhhh….yes…..

Zima smirks and continues riding his giant cock

Wrecker growled

Wrecker: you have no idea what you’re doing to me princess ~

Zima : I think I have some idea~

Wrecker smirked as she continued

Zima : ah~ you please me so well! I’m going to CUM

zima said as she went really fast he held onto her as he came inside her

He pulls out and sighed completely satisfied

@afuckinnerfpuncher @burningfieldof-clover @angel-the-blocker @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius

[johannstutt413]

(requested by calligomiles) Utage/Zima

Fear is a powerful motivator. Terrified animals (including bipedal ones) will lose their senses of pain and weariness in the face of danger, either throwing every last muscle into high gear to ensure they can escape or facing their terrifier with fangs bared and knives drawn. Enough fear, however, could leave an individual paralyzed, completely incapable of responding to the stimulus as their heart races faster, faster, faster, to the point there is no control, simply succumbing to the weight of their own mortality and the gravity of the earth beneath them…

It was why Utage was so good at what she did: between being nigh-immune to fear and being god-damned terrifying herself, she could destroy her opponent’s ability to fight while never having such issues herself. Shishiou moved at times with grace and at times with utter savagery, a style none of the sword-students of Rhodes Island could exactly place. Whoever had taught her to fight, they’d done a damn good job of capturing her strengths into a form that left little to be desired except for its complete lack of self-preservation. Her regeneration, admittedly impressive, was sometimes all that kept her alive in a serious fight.

Today’s fight was nothing serious, though. Simply addressing a comment made by an Ursus girl with a red streak in her hair who was too straightforward for her own damn good.

“Are you really doing this?” Kirara, handheld bleeping as she walked behind the Nue, head-down, hadn’t heard all the details. “What’d she say that’s got you so fired up?”

“What would you do if someone told you ‘Conquerors and Kings’ was a shit game?”

If there’d been something less precious in her hands, the Aegir would have shattered it. “Ohhhh, they wouldn’t be saying much after that.”

“Exactly.” The trendsetter shook her head. “This girl’s either got a death wish, or she doesn’t know when to keep her mouth shut.”

“...She didn’t say that about C&K though, right?” Just checking.

Utage shook her head. “No. Something more to my taste.”

“Ohhhh, gotcha.” Bleep ble- bloop! “Nice! I’m coming, Princess!”

“Sonya, please reconsider this.” The General’s own entourage, particularly her advisor who’d witnessed the inciting incident, was much more worried about the duel about to take place.

The chef added her two cents. “General, this Utage girl is reaaaaally scary. I saw her fight a red katana dude by herself one time! And she won without a Medic’s help!”

“Girls, I’ve got this.” Her ax swung like a pendulum in her off hand - luckily neither of her friends were using that side of the hall. “Ya think I’d pick a fight and just back out of it? Even if the Doctor isn’t sending us on missions right now, I’ve got to keep my skills sharp. Fighting someone I don’t have to worry about hurting too much oughta be perfect for that.”

“That’s part of our concern, though, Sonya - when does this fight stop if you can’t convince her to stop fighting?”

Zima stopped walking mid-stride. “You don’t think I’m strong enough?”

“She’s saying that there are only two other ways this fight ends,” Gummy replied. “Either you get too hurt and have to surrender, or we step in so she doesn’t hurt you that much.”

“...Whatever happens, don’t intervene. If she beats me, she deserves the victory.” The General continued walking, so her council followed, still unconvinced. She was a tough woman, sure, but to beat a monster like Utage, she needed strength like Skadi’s. Ursus muscle wouldn’t be enough to do the job.

The combatants met where the tournament fights were held, their escorts waiting in the wings. “Wasn’t sure you’d show,” Zima said, taking a fighting stance a third of the way from the center of the arena.

“I like new challenges,” Utage replied, blade drawn. “Not that you’ll be a challenge.”

“Hmm. We’ll see about-” And in an instant, her bravado was shaken.

The Nue’s face had contorted - not in a mask, like it did when she was focused, but with her genuine anger at the words Sonya had used. It hadn’t just been that she’d used a Higashi slur (unintentionally, she was speaking in Ursan at the time), or that she’d been insulted her fighting style (intentional), but that she’d done it during a training session, and no one had disagreed. A half-dozen of her fellow Guards, people she’d gone on more than a few missions with, and none of them had said a word. Well, if people wouldn’t talk, then her blade would say what needed to be expressed.

Meanwhile, Sonya had been caught in the fear-trap that made the Nue so dangerous one-on-one. It wasn’t a vague sense of danger, but a sharply personal assault, dredging back the worst moments of Chernobog and weaving the trendsetter seamlessly into them. The constant sense of being on death’s door, the near-lethal conditions and lack of supplies, the measures they’d resorted to simply to survive…the inescapable feeling that, in all of that, it was her weakness to blame for the worst of it…

All of which fell away as she deflected Utage’s first attack with her ax. “Sloppy.”

“You-” The next three slashes were much better targeted, but the General knocked each of them aside. “After what you said to me, I’ll have your head on a platter.”

“Make sure you eat the eyes. That’s where the flavor is.” Granted, it wasn’t quite the same General fighting at the moment that’d picked the fight in the first place.

Gummy winced. “She’s not wrong, but…Something’s wrong. Anna, are you okay?”

“That look Utage gave her triggered something, I think. Um, Rada, would you?” Istina ran out of words, but she reached out for the hug she was requesting, so the message got across.

“I don’t know a word of Higashi,” the Ursus was saying meanwhile, “but I can tell you don’t speak the language of war. Ever kill to survive, or is it all a game for you like your friend?”

The Nue swung hard enough to dislodge the ax from Zima’s hands. “If you don’t know Higashi, why the hell did you call me kon-chegai, then?” [Russian and Japanese don’t exactly have a word-pair that fits the bill for this situation as far as I know - something totally normal to say in the former that’s unspeakably bad in the other. ‘Of course’ in Russian (kanechna, конечно), and a not-safe-for-TV Japanese term for someone unstable (kichigai, 気き違ちがい), kind of bastardized, is what we’re going for here. Apologies for the language dive. Back to the action.]

“The hell are you talking about?” The dread was fading as Sonya’s opponent was proving less difficult than anticipated.

“I heard you say it before you started talking about my technique.” Speaking of, without her ax, the General couldn’t exactly block, meaning Utage finally got a hit in. “You were trying to start a fight then and there.”

So the Ursus simply tackled her opponent to the ground, wrenching the remaining weapon in the fight away and tossing it out of reach. No limiters now. “Whatever you’re saying, I didn’t say that. Rada asked me if I wanted sausage tonight after I’m done beating your ass.”

“...Well, shit.” The Nue kicked Zima off of her, sending her crashing into the opposite wall. “Guess we don’t need to do this, then.”

“Eh?” Kirara, Istina, and Gummy hadn’t heard any of that conversation except for the trendsetter;s last words.

Sonya pulled herself back to her feet. “The hell we don’t! I wanted to fight you! Don’t chicken out on me just because I, what, didn’t offend you enough?”

“After I launched you hard enough into that wall you left a dent?” Utage sighed, shaking her head. “You gotta learn to pick your battles.”

“I did, and you’re not close to winning this one.”

The trendsetter weighed her options. Clearly this girl was fighting her because she was bored, and admittedly it wasn’t hard to get bored when there were so many Operators and so few missions that were worth their skills…“First to fall unconscious?”

“Or first to surrender.” Her friends would probably have intervened without that clause. “Not that we’ll be giving up.”

“They’re gonna be here all night,” Kirara said, scaring the advisor and chef she’d suddenly appeared behind.

Istina nodded. “Y-yes, that’s entirely possible. Rada, I think at this point, we should call a medic to referee and return to our room.”

“You think so?” Gummy watched the first exchange of blows since the fight had started again. “Hmm…Hey, General? Have fun!”

“Hyaah! I will!” Block, swing, knock aside, dodge, swing, dislodge (got a little stuck there).

The Aegir watched that last hit before turning back towards the hallway. “Either of you play video games?”

“...You live up to your reputation.” A few hours later, and Zima and Utage were lying on the ground recovering. The Medic who’d been sent to ref the fight had noted who was taking part, realized they were superfluous, and taken a nap instead; plenty of blood was spilled, but neither of them were truly hurt at the end of the day.

“Reputation?” The Nue gave her a bemused look. “Which one?”

The Ursus smirked. “You’re tough as hell.”

“Ya think so? I’m pretty sure you still managed to wear me down. Hell, you barely even flinched from my glare earlier.”

“I lived a thousand nightmares before I made it to Rhodes Island,” Sonya replied. It wasn’t a brag. “You had me trapped in my head until you swung at me.”

Utage sighed. “Gotcha. Well done, though, seriously. Any plans for tonight?”

“Not yet. You trying to make some?” Was one fight really all it took to make up for the insults, perceived and actual, that the General slung at her earlier?

“Since you didn’t call me literally one of the three words they won’t say on TV back where I’m from and gave me such a good time?” The trendsetter shrugged. “Can ya blame a girl for wanting to return the favor?”

The rest of the Group had already gone back to their rooms, and it was too late to get food from the cafeteria, so…sure, why not? “I can’t, so what do you want to do?”

“There’s this burger place that’ll give us a free meal as long as that free meal - which we have to finish - is a five-pound burger. Sound like fun to you?” All that protein helped rebuild blood cells or something, right?

“...It does.” Honestly not what Sonya had expected. She stood up, dusted herself up, and offered the Nue a hand up. “Lead the way.”

She debated pulling her down instead, but ultimately Utage let Zima help her up. “Next stop: meat heaven.”

“Meat heaven?...That’s a church I can get behind.”

[vltima]

My thoughts on Love, Death + Robots

Gonna give a mostly spoiler-free review on each episode of Love, Death + Robots.  Sonnie’s Edge – Honestly? Probably one of my favorites. Animation style was awesome, story was engaging, and the twist at the end was A+. I really want more of this universe.

Three Robots – Clever little comedic break from some of the more serious/dark episodes. It was charming and amusing with a nice little twist at the end. Watch this one after Suits or Beyond the Aquila Rift.

The Witness – Least favorite of all of them. Only redeeming factor was the unique animation style. Gratuitous nudity, and not much story.

Suits – Another one of my favs. This one actually made me tear up a little. Really neat concept, and I’ve always been a sucker for mecha. Short, but succeeded in making me care about the characters I just met. Animation was top notch. 

Sucker of Souls – My review of this one: …eh?... It wasn’t all that memorable. Sometimes “bad” animation is a style in itself, but Sucker of Souls kinda fell flat.

When the Yogurt Took Over – Another comedy one, and the shortest of the series. Liked the unique idea and style. Not really much else to say.

Beyond the Aquila Rift – Hoo boy. This one will mess with your brain. Beyond the Aquilla Rift left me wanting more answers (and some that I’m probably better off not knowing). Animation was good, story was great... but it could have done without that long sex scene.

Good Hunting – Good Hunting made the low-budget animation style work really well. Great story, cool characters. Maybe dial back on the fanservice though. Would love to see more in this universe.

The Dump – Of all the episodes, The Dump fit in the least. Another “ehhh” from me.

Shape-Shifters – Back-to-back mediocre episodes. Lame. Animation was right in the uncanny valley, and while the overall concept was a neat idea, the execution was sub-par.

Helping Hand – Oh man, Helping Hand had me on the edge of my seat. I don’t know if space works that way, but I was willing to suspend my disbelief for the sake of dramatic tension.

Fish Night – Cool idea, but left me feeling unfulfilled? Mixed feelings on this one. Very colorful, though; all style, no sustenance.

Lucky 13 – Top 3. Easy. Maybe I’m biased because I like military sci-fi, but Lucky 13 was fantastic. Animation was crisp, and whoever the artistic director was, they did a bang-up job.

Zima Blue – Very unique style and concept. Zima Blue was the most “artsy” (which fits the story). Liked it.

Blindspot – I feel like I should have liked this one more, but for some reason I just didn’t? It was alright, but nothing special. Had some funny moments, though. I could totally see Blindspot as a full series, just not one that I would watch.

Ice Age – At first, I thought “damn that is some good animation.” But then I realized it was mostly live action. Clever, but I feel like this idea has been done before somewhere else.

Alternate Histories – Right behind When the Yogurt Took Over in terms of weirdness. Actually, maybe a little weirder. Got a chuckle out of me, so points for trying.

The Secret War – Another one that I want to see more of. The Secret War took a trope that’s usually associated with the Nazi’s and gave it to the USSR, which was cool. Didn’t have enough time to get totally invested in the characters, which was unfortunate. Would have worked better as a longer piece rather than a short.

Love, Death + Robots – Really, really good. I very much enjoyed the whole series and I hope they make a second season. Don’t skip any of the shorts; you might like one that I didn’t, and all of them are the labor of love of so many talented artists and animators. 

[katymacsupernatural]

Undeniable Heat Chapter 62: Losing Hope

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1200 Words

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Another cage, another prison. Sure, this one had a window, and a bed, but it was still locked, and there was no way out. The dress hung in the closet, mocking you. Making you realize that you probably had no choice but to get married to Brad. If you didn't accept, you would die, and you didn't want that. You wanted to stay alive, to hope that someday you could find a way back to Jensen.

At the thought of not marrying Jensen, of maybe never getting back together, you collapsed on the bed, tears clouding your vision. It was so hard to stay positive when things looked so bleak. You wanted to be strong, to hope that Jensen was out there searching for you. That he would find you, and Brad would be gone once and for all. But the white dress in the closet was an omen that the good was gone, and you were forced to live a life of misery.

In a fit of fury, you stood up, ripping the dress from its hanger. Screaming in frustration, you ripped the fragile silk, tossing the pieces and bits of the dress around you until it reached nothing more than a simple slip, it's sleeves hanging by a thread. Breathing heavily, you stared in horror at the scraps of fabric around you, knowing that nothing but pain would come from this.

Shoving it all back into the closet, you sank down onto the bed, wrapping your arms around your knees. Staring out the barred window into the starry night, you couldn't contain the tears as you thought of the horror that would come tomorrow.

With no way of blocking the door, you laid down on the bed, hoping that Brad wouldn't return until the morning. Knowing you should get some sleep, you closed your eyes, but your mind wouldn't calm down, and you tossed and turned, keeping your eye on the door. Making sure that Brad didn't sneak in when you least expected it.

Slowly, your eyelids began to droop, and even though you weren't sure you wanted to sleep, you couldn't fight it anymore.

"Y/N, what the hell did you do?" Brad screamed, and you shot out of bed instantly, falling to the floor in your haste to get away from the anger in his voice.

Looking over the bed, you saw Brad standing there, his face bright red as he stared down in horror at what lay in his hands. "The dress. Do you know how hard I looked to find the perfect dress? And now it's ruined!"

"I don't..." You stuttered, trying to figure out how to calm him. Throwing the dress to the floor, he came striding around the bed, and you struggled to move away from him. Searching frantically, you saw the door was still open, and you made a run towards it, but he grabbed you by the hair, slamming you down on the floor. Scrambling for any sort of hold, you screamed as you tried to get away from him.

With a deep growl, he landed on top of you, holding you down with his weight. "Damn you Y/N! Why do you have to ruin everything?" He yelled, grabbing you by the neck and slamming your head onto the hard wood floor. Over and over he smacked your head, until you were dizzy, your head pounding. Laying still, he let go, leaning back on his haunches, still holding you down.

Breathing heavily, he raised his fist, bringing it down and smashing it against your cheek. Crying out, you tried to turn away from him, as his hands pummeled every inch of your body he could reach. Already sore from his previous fit of rage, you cried out in pain, reaching up and clawing at him. Trying to do anything to stop the pain that was radiating down on you. Wishing that more than anything it would stop.

"Brad, I'm sorry!" You mumbled over and over again, and finally his hands slowed.

"You make me so angry." He whispered, his eyes bloodshot as he stared down at you. "Why do you make me so angry?"

"Because we don't belong together?" You whispered, as he stood up, and with a growl he turned around, kicking you hard in the ribs. Groaning, you curled up into a ball, wondering if you had a broken rib.

"We do belong together! I don't understand why you can't see that!" He screamed, reaching up and grabbing his hair, pulling on it so it stood up straight.

Not wanting to anger him anymore, you stayed silent. "I don't know what I'm going to do. I wanted our wedding day to be special, and you ruined your dress. Maybe I should make you get married naked, so I know you have nothing else up your sleeve. I just can't wait to get up to Alaska. We'll be out in the wilderness, and you'll have to do as I say. I'll break this wild streak from you, or die trying." He muttered, glancing down at you with wild eyes.

"Brad, please..." You pleaded with him, not knowing exactly what you wanted to say. Pain was radiating throughout your body, and you wanted nothing more than to pass out.

"Brad please." He sassed back. "The priest is going to be here soon, and I guess you're going to have to figure out how to wear that dress. Or you will be naked. Your choice." He ordered, striding from the room, leaving you laying there, clearly in pain.

Jensen's POV

Sitting in the passenger seat of Cliff's SUV, I tapped my fingers nervously on the armrest. Wishing I had been able to drive, understanding why he hadn't let me. Jared rode in the back, busily scrolling through his phone, searching for any recent updates.

"Jensen, you won't do Y/N any good this worked up." Cliff told me for what had to be the tenth-time since we had climbed into the car.

"I know. But it's taking too long." I grumbled, watching as the scenery passed by. It had taken too long for Cliff's contacts to find out the information of where Y/N was being held. By the time Cliff had found out, and we left my house, a couple of hours had passed. Night had already fallen, and we were driving through fog and rain, heading farther up the coast, to where the getaway car had last been seen. Cliff had assured me it was only an hour away, but then we still had to find out where she was being held. And I just hoped that we got there before Brad placed his hands on her. I couldn't wait to take out all my anger and frustration out on the man.

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The Daily Grind :: A 2nd Day of Dad's Secret Formula Kind of Day

This past weekend, my family and I overdosed on "quality time" driving around in search of our next pair of outdated transportational pods on wheels. (Seriously, we were promised flying cars long before now!) I'm torn between cherishing the "quality time" locked in the car with the family traveling from place to place and the convenience of teleportation and just friggin' being there already. Imagine how much valuable time we could save if Hyperloop One or Mr. Scott's tractor beam were a reality. Why, my wife and I could decide against buying hundreds of cars in a single day as opposed to ruling out ten to twenty. As we drove, I thought about a lot of profound, life-altering things. Like:

When in the hell did everyone buy a Subaru?

Why do nose pickers believe they are invisible inside their car?

That family looks like a genetic mutation study gone horribly wrong.

Have I ever loved a bumper sticker enough to actually buy it and stick it on my car?

Why are semis called Lorries in Europe?

I wish I could jam all of my family's electronic devices with my mind.

How much would you hate your job if you were the guy who had to scrape up road kill?

I bet that guy has a body in his trunk.

That lady looks like therapy isn't working.

What kind of animal did that used to be?

My kids were bored...especially after their iPads died. (I may or may not have figured out that jamming ability one.) They even slept off and on a couple of times. If we were at home, I could shoot them at full gallop with a tranquilizer dart and they'd turn and laugh at me,  "Silly Daddy,  we're not tired!". (My son tells me he's not tired even as he falls asleep.) So, as I snatched glimpses of them in the rearview drifting in and out of consciousness, I was in wonder of the power of boredom. Don't get me wrong, we laughed, listened to music, played games only known to our family and we even gave them food for sustenance. But by midday, the lull of the road, the adult number crunching from the front seat and the slow motion manipulation of time to honey finally overtook them and the inevitable, "I'm Bored!" mantras began to echo from the backseat; which were quickly followed by the bobbing and jerking of heads as they fought with all their little might against their greatest rival of all: sleep.

And it was as they began to whine and nod off, I suddenly didn't want to 'just friggin' be there already'. I was happy stealing glimpses of them trapped in the backseat, a snapshot frozen in time for just a moment...of a moment we'll never have again. So, maybe...just maybe all those hacky, stupid "The journey is the destination" mantras I make fun of all the time are actually true. Maybe there's a reason we don't yet have flying cars, family affordable airfare, Hyperloop Ones or Scotty's Tractor Beams. Maybe transportation is our last unconconquered mountain. On the other side of it, yes we'd have the downslope to even more immediate gratification in a world seemingly more and more focused on getting what we want and getting it right now. But at what cost? Lost moments and quality time in exchange for a society full of people with ever increasing attention deficit disorders? Yuck and double yuck.

Eventually, the kids woke up. We played more music, laughed, sang, created more games, answered 4,096 questions and made our way back home. But as we pulled into the garage ten hours later, I found myself a little more than overwhelmed by one more thought. "Today was a very good day.". One of those days so good you relive later inside your mind....even though we never did find a car to buy.

It was a "2nd Day of Dad's Secret Formula Day" sort of day from the movie About Time. (If you don't know what that's a reference to, then shame on you and why are you reading my blog?)

Now, here are the stories I found most interesting while digging though the clutter of the internet this morning:

Entertainment Links

GQ ranks every time Kate McKinnon was SNL's MVP this season.

If you like HGTV, shows like Property Brothers and Fixer Upper, then you must check out Grand Design on Netflix. It's like a home design show on steroids and each episode takes years to film.

I've been waiting for this movie for a long time. I remember being a kid in the backseat of my parents car watching my older brother plow through the pages of the Stephen King classic The Dark Tower. He had the special limited edition with the full color illustrations. And damn, was I jealous.

Sustenance Links

Coke is pulling out all the stops to try and convince people to start buying soda again. And by "pulling out all the stops", I'm talking about Coke with Fiber.

"Yes, I'll have some coffee on toast please." Don't you mean coffee and toast? "No, coffee on toast." Spreadable coffee is here. Hmmm.

I think spreadable coffee sounds like a toddler's idea of an art project in the middle of my kitchen floor. But Coffee Beer sounds even less tasty than Zima.

Get up have some coffee, some coffee toast, some coffee beer and if you have a real problem, end your day with some Coffee Wine. No doubt - yuck.

Holy Shucking Fit! You're opening oysters wrong.

Our world would be a much blander place without THIS...the single most important ingredient.

Now, this is the best idea for coffee I've heard of in a long time - Black Insomnia Coffee has 300% more caffeine than your typical Starbucks. I hear angels singing above college dormitories everywhere.

Heineken has succeeded where Pepsi failed miserably. Check out their new ad campaign taking on social and political matters in a unique way:

Stuff Links

Like inventions, eh? 19 Famous Things Invented in Canada.

Innovative Award Winning Products from CES 2017 include a real universal remote compatible with over 25,000 electronics and a paintbrush which does not require paint or a canvas.

Damn you, Procrastination! Another invention idea I lost out on due to my overwhelming laziness. Now, we can all sleep anywhere thanks to the Inflatable Hoodie.

It's a breathalyzer but it doesn't tell you if you're drunk...it tells you how much fat you're burning.

Chevy Ads with a real person:

...The Last Drop

I've been tying my shoes wrong.

The Daily Grind :: A 2nd Day of Dad's Secret Formula Kind of Day

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[johannstutt413]

(requested by calligomiles) Zima/Glaucus

“Mission simulations...” Glaucus sighed as she prepared the Franker for combat. “As long as I can go back to my room afterwards. Who’s the captain?”

An Ursus, ever-so-slightly taller than her, approached with an annoyed look on her face. “Me. Be careful where you’re pointing that thing - I brought my stereo with me.”

“A stereo?” The Aegir looked in the girl’s hand, and sure enough: a stereo radio, the kind a person could carry over their head and blare music with.

“Yeah,” General Zima slapped it across the side. “If this thing breaks because you fried it, it’s out of your pocket.”

Figured, but she wasn’t thinking about the mission anymore. “Even if I keep the Franker away from it, if I’m anywhere near the deployment zone, the EMF will mess with any signals.”

“Signals? I’ve got discs in here.” Sonya was tempted to hit ‘play’ right then and there-

“Simulation start in 3!” The Doctor called from an overseeing platform. “Good to go, Zima?”

The General growled under her breath. No, she wasn’t. “Glaucus, Snipers, don’t let anything slip past us! Spearhead, with me! The rest of you, do your jobs!”

“I didn’t tell her my codename...How did she know?” Not much time to dwell on that as Drones began pouring into the area.

“Doctor, what the hell!” Nothing on the ground, however. “Why are we even out here if there’s nothing for us to fight?”

They checked their watch. “Patience, General.”

“I’ll show ‘em patience.” Zima set her stereo on the ground, turning on her hard bass theme music as she pulled out a hand-axe and threw it at a passing drone.

“Uh, General?” Myrtle, also in the squad, pointed towards a wall that was steadily being broken through. “I think there’s something for us now!”

As Glaucus eliminated the last of her targets - Platinum and Vermeil admittedly taking the lion’s share - she saw what was coming. “That’s not good.”

“What is that?!” The Durin yelled as a cobbled-together take on Eunectes’ Ironhide burst into the training area and got into a chainsaw duel with Blaze.

“...It’s metal!” The Aegir helpfully observed as she redirected the Franker’s power. “General, I can take it out!”

The Ursus looked back at her, eyes widening at the barrel pointed directly at her. “Glaucus-”

“General!” The Feline had been knocked to the side, leaving the Ironhide an opening to charge towards the Spearhead.

“Ah, fuck it! Take cover!” Zima picked up her stereo, threw it as far as she could in the direction she was running, and hoped she’d cleared the Supporter’s blast radius. “Glaucus!”

Perfect. “..Counter EMP.” BWAM.

As the metal juggernaut stood there, Sonya charged it with her radio in two hands. There was an exact weak point she’d spotted from the angle she’d stopped to look back at, juuuust low enough for her to slam with a bit of speed and some air. Move faster...Move faster...Move faster, damn legs!

“Is it starting to power back on?” The Kuranta Sniper glanced at the Aegir. “I thought that was supposed to take it out?”

“Grounded. More shielding.”

The assassin looked back to the carnage about to unfold. Poor Ursus wouldn’t know what hit her. “Well, my cellphone’s fried now-”

“FOR POWER AND GLORY!” The Ursus slammed her stereo into an exposed part where the treads of the mech attached to the chassis; hitting it just the wrong way triggered critical structure failure, sending it toppling to the ground.

Directly onto Zima.

“...Well, this was fun.” Platinum pulled out her phone. “Huh. Still has reception. Doctor’s calling it, it looks like.”

“Good.” Glaucus didn’t move.

 Vermeil tapped her shoulder. “We can go.”

“Yeah.” Still not moving. “I will.”

“Can’t say we didn’t tell you.” The Sniper duo left, as did most of the Operators who couldn’t help move the machinery or treat the General. Blaze, Mountain, and the Aegir were the only three besides the Medics who rushed in for emergency work, and by the time Zima was recovering in the Recovery Ward, only the Supporter was still with her.

Why? She knew it hadn’t been her fault the mech crashed down on the Vanguard like that, or that her radio had broken (more of a consequence of the blunt force trauma it sustained), or that the Doctor had decided 60-something Drones and a single massive machine counted as a training mission, and yet…

“Fuck.” Sonya’s curse got Glaucus’ attention. “Imagine if that’d still been on. What’re you doing here?”

What a great question the tinkerer couldn’t answer. “Waiting.”

“For what? I’m not gonna make you pay for the radio. That’s my fault.”

“Definitely.”

Did that EMP thing fry this girl’s brain, too? “So why the hell are you looking at me like that?”

“I was...worried.” True? Definitely, which made it as good a starting point as any to work through this. “You could’ve died.”

“And that’s your problem?” Harsher than she’d meant it, admittedly, but words don’t go backwards.

It was a fair question, though. All this had been a lot more energy than the Aegir usually spent on this kind of thing. “I crashed the mech. If I hadn’t-”

“-It coulda killed me with that saw. You did the thing that made sense.” The General’s eyes softened. “And I gotta admit, it was...pretty cool, just seeing it stop dead like that.”

“You think so?” Nothing Glaucus did was cool, as far as she’d been made aware.

Zima nodded. “Yeah. Ya wanna help me pick out a new radio when I can walk again?”

“You can’t now?” The tinkerer realized she couldn’t see the Ursus’ legs at the moment. “Is it bad?”

“Nah, but if I try to leave again, they’ll put me on probation after I recover. Not fucking doing that again.”

When was the last time someone had invited her to something? When was the last time she’d wanted to do that something? “I can wait.”

“Thanks. The bass on this one wasn’t that good, anyway.” Sonya grabbed her phone from her nightstand. “Got a phone?”

“Yes.” Glaucus showed it to her.

The General took it, opened the Contacts page, and put her phone number in. “There. I’ll text you when I’m ready.”

“Oh. Okay.” The Aegir took her phone back and stood up. “I wasn’t going to leave yet, but-”

“You weren’t? Well, I’m not trying to make you.” Actually, while she was there, Zima did have some other tech she’d been looking at-

The tinkerer pulled her chair closer and sat back down. “Good. It’s been a while since I wanted to be around someone.”

“Heh. Where’ve I heard that before?” Two mental models of herself were having a fit over that self-burn. “While you’re here, ya know anything about guitar amps? I want to get one, but I dunno where to start.”

“Amps? Not yet...but I can figure it out.”

[johannstutt413]

(requested by anonymous)

“Zima...Hey, Zima.”

“Hmm?” The general removed one of her earbuds. “Did you need something?”

The Doctor had walked over to her from his desk, arms folded. “You’ve been staring at me for the past hour, so I think the better question would be if you need something for me?”

“Nah, I’m just observing.”

“Observing what, me? My work?” His brow furrowed. “Surely there’s someone more interesting to watch around Rhodes Island.”

She shrugged. “Every soldier strives to lead, and you’re our leader; when the day comes that I replace you, I don’t want to be blindsided by my duties.”

“Ah. Well, if you plan on taking my position someday, you can do more than just sit on the couch and watch me.”

“You want me to work for you?” Zima thought for a moment before standing up. “Alright, then. Gimme a job and I’ll get it done.”

He smiled. “Great. How are you with computers?”

“...I can learn.”

“You’re gonna have to.” The Doctor walked back to his desk, gesturing to the other one. “Grab that chair and sit down over here. I’ll give you a crash course.”

Zima pulled over a chair, and for the rest of that day and the next few days, she shadowed the Doctor, watching him go about his duties and asking insightful (if sometimes technologically-challenged) questions. After a week of more in-depth observation, the Doctor gave her a few of the simpler tasks to do for him, and from that point forward, the general was officially his assistant.

About a month after she first became his assistant, the general came into work for the day noticeably green at the gills. “Morning, Doctor,” she managed as she took her seat.

“Morning, General...You feeling alright?”

“I’m fine.” Zima tried to sound assertive, but it came out rather less powerful than she’d intended. “Knocked a few back with the girls last night, nothing special.”

He kept his eyes focused on her. “Aren’t you...They let you buy alcohol?”

“Why wouldn’t they?”

“Because you’re a middle school student?” The Doctor scratched his head. “Is that normal in Ursus?”

She nodded. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“...Never mind. Any recommendations? I’ve been meaning to go out more.”

“I’ll take you somewhere tonight, then.” The general smiled at the look he gave her. “Not the vodka’s fault I ate five burgers last night.”

Ah, so not a hangover, then. He supposed that was good. “Sure, if you feel up to it. I’ll put in a request.”

“You’re head of Rhodes Island - why would you need a request to go to a bar on base?”

“Apparently,” the Doctor admitted, “Kal’tsit doesn’t think I can handle booze. I’ll say you’re my escort; that ought to be enough.”

Zima turned back to her screen, a very different feeling in her stomach now. “‘Escort?’”

“Chaperone, Doctor-minder, whatever you wanna call it...You look sicker than you did coming in.”

“I’m fine.” She started typing more aggressively than necessary. “We’ll talk later.”

He shrugged. “Suit yourself. Didn’t expect this to take such a grizzly turn.”

“...What was that, Doctor?”

“Nothing.” The Doctor could feel her eyes on him. “I don’t know why you’re mad, but if you don’t want to talk-”

“Did you make a bear joke just now?”

He spun around in his office chair. “Certainly not. That’s the polar opposite of how I do things.”

“...Doctor.” She was glaring at him openly now. “They’re not funny.”

“I’m not trying to be funny. We both know you don’t like jokes like that.”

Zima sighed. “Fine. Be more careful with your words, then.”

“Why should I change my mode of speech just to pander to-”

“You are doing it on purpose.” She stood up, reaching for her axe. “Say one more, and I’m kicking your ass. Protest all you want, I see through your lies.”

The Doctor stood up as well, grabbing his staff. “Zima, you should know better by now, but if you insist on accusing me, I’m not just going to grin and bear it-”

“Yeah, we’re doing this.” The general charged him, her weapon quickly falling to the floor as she tackled her opponent to the ground. A short struggle followed, during which the staff was also discarded, and the two wrestled behind their desks until, unsurprisingly, Zima had him pinned to the floor by his hands.

“Hmmph.” He grunted approvingly. “Feel better now?”

She continued her glare. “About what?”

“My saying you would be my ‘escort.’ I still don’t see the problem, but now that that’s out of your system, care to explain?”

“You-” Zima shook her head. “I coulda ripped your head off for those stupid puns, and you’re still hung up on that?”

He blinked back at her. “You were hung up on it, too.”

“You shouldn’t need a babysitter, damn it; you’re a grown man, and here I am, caught in red tape when all I want to do is get a drink with you because some green Feline thinks she’s in charge of you.”

“Now we’ve reached the problem.” The Doctor nodded sagely. “Then whether or not she approves, we’ll go tonight.”

Zima didn’t feel like that should make her feel better, but it still did- hang on, this was too close. She stood up, ostensibly to brush herself off. “Good.”

“Good. I’m looking forward to it.”

“Good. I am, too.” She sat back down at her desk, that other weird feeling still fluttering about in her stomach. “Doctor?”

The Doctor smiled to himself. “Yes?”

“Don’t get any funny ideas tonight.”

“Why would I?” He was way ahead of her on that front, admittedly. “This isn’t a date, after all.”

Shit he called her bluff. “...No, definitely not.” Staring straight ahead, Zima hoped that was a good enough deflection as her face betrayed her true intentions.

It wasn’t, but the Doctor didn’t mind; after all, she was cute when she let herself blush like that.