#for a fucking flu shot

[army-of-bee-assassins]

welp today i am feeling frustrated that you still have to pay fucking $35 for a fucking flu shot in this country if you don't have insurance

[toughtink]

thinkin about how much i love glados again. what an icon. what a fucking goddess of disaster. first the scientists make a monster and then blame her for being a monster. like yeah, you fuckin caged her! and gave her access to deadly neurotoxin!! what do you mean you didn’t see this coming?! what did you expect! a woman scorned and all that except she’s a several ton computer you put in charge of everything! you gave her all your worst impulses and then muzzled her when she acted on them! her backstory was tragic even before portal 2. the closest thing she has to a friend is the one test subject that managed to test her back! and tried to kill her!! twice!!! augh i just have a lot of feelings rn

[dootznbootz]

Hi. I'm cyberbullying a long dead poet because of his shitty fanfic. Enjoy. I'd love it if you joined me.

(Before you get mad at me, yes, I know Eugammon of Cyrene is an important figure and all that. I'm sick with some sort of flu. Let me cyberbully an ancient dead fanfic writer in peace.)

[frenchfrywrites]

Kinktober Day Nine

Mommy Kink

MINORS DNI

warnings: soft dom bottom amab gn reader, sub top Thomas Hewitt, mommy kink

Thomas loves it when you call him baby.

He thinks he hides it well, but truthfully he's not that good at hiding his reactions. You see the way he squirms and flushes each time you say it. It's cute, with him being so much bigger and stronger than you. You love the way he likes to be treated like some small delicate thing.

You didn't think it went beyond that, until of course his hands started signing "mommy," while you were riding him.

"Oh baby," you groan, your cock giving a heavy twitch as your brain processes what the signals his hands are making mean. "You like how mommy's cunt feels around your cock, Tommy?" you ask, squeezing around him as you sink down on his dick. Thomas covers his face with his hands, seemingly embarrassed even though you know he likes it, because his hips thrust up to meet yours.

"Don't be shy," you coo, taking his hands in yours as you rise and fall again and again on his cock, "hah, I'll be your mommy, baby. I'll take care of you," you promise. You know Thomas is blushing something fierce under his mask from the way that his breath hitches.

"Sweet thing, oh— making mama feel so good," you moan. Thomas grips your hands tightly, practically shaking under you. You think he must be close to cumming, and trying oh so hard not to cum too quick. His breathing grows heavy, his chest rising and falling in time with your pace.

You're not much better off, feeling closer and closer to climax with each time you lower yourself and his cock brushes your prostate.

"You're feeling close?" he nods at your question, letting out a barely audible whine. You coo, "cum inside mommy, baby, fuh-fill me up, ungh— it's okay, I'm clo-oh-se too," you ramble, your cock leaking pre cum onto your abdomen, a clear tell for Thomas that you're going to cum.

He jerks his hips up once or twice, meeting your hips with a lewd slap, and then he's cumming, turning his head and trying his best to hide his face in the pillow under him.

"Oh there we go, there's my good boy," you moan, chasing your own pleasure as you help him ride out his orgasm. His cum is hot and fills you in all the right places, and you're so close.

Thomas letting go of one of your hands to sign "please" is what eventually brings you over, dirtying the two of you as you cum untouched, the bed creaking at the force in which you ride him.

"Jesus Chirst," you breathe, once Tommy has gone soft inside of you, and the feeling of him, still so big and thick, stretching you open is overwhelming. Your thighs ache as you lift yourself off him, feeling his cum leak from your hole as you flop down beside him.

Thomas hides his face in your chest, and you run your fingers through his hair.

"That was fun," you tell him before you kiss his head lovingly. Thomas nods in agreement. "I definitely want you to call me mommy more often," you add.

Thomas leans back enough so you can see him sign "yes ma'am", and you laugh, taking his face in your hands and kissing him properly.

[luckyagain]

people being selfish enough to go to a show sick, get other fans sick, and then taking a photo with louis on the red carpet KNOWING you have covid is unbelievably fucked up

[gonuclear]

the most unrealistic part of house for Me Personally is that almost no one is ever allergic to what they prescribe. like brother i’m allergic to two whole classes of antibiotics and every steroid known to man. fuck whatever illness i have That would be the real challenge for house

[abba-enthusiast]

My body is BETRAYING me. I had two whole ass months to get sick but NO. It had to be the very day the new semester starts

[blujayonthewing]

my body for no fucking reason:

[neonsbian]

getting my period the 2nd day of the year 😜

[innocence-wont-save-you]

Scene 11

You eventually gave up and turned off your visual faculties anyway. Turning them back on now, you wince at the sudden influx of light, shielding your face from the glare. Ugh. This is why you don't like doing this.

It's bright out today, the sun shining cheerfully through a thin cloud layer. You carefully climb down to the ground level again, brushing at yourself to rid your cloak of the dust it accumulated overnight. You really need to find someplace to wash your belongings, but it's less of a priority than continuing onwards.

Exiting the growing tower, you pause near the entrance of the burrow the scavengers went into last cycle, dialing up your auditory sensitivity momentarily. You don't hear anything inside; they must have already left. Or maybe they haven't woken up yet. Scavengers tend to be quiet in unfamiliar territory, you know that much, so it's hard to tell if they're still here or not. You'll need to investigate more closely to figure it out.

[valeroyeaux]

rizzo got. 3 shots at the vet today and then got into the fridge and ate almost a whole ziplock gallon bag of bone-in fried chicken which means im playing a fun game called “is he acting like this bc of the sedatives, the shots, or does he have a perforated bowel?” bonus: he’s not letting me touch him bc hes tired and sore and probably scared bc we had to manhandle him a little at the bet bc he was NOT happy about the shots or the exam

[colorisbyshe]

as a kid, i rly never understood how adults could get entertainment out of talking about the cost of living and other such prices and spending. that just sounded very dull and pathetic to me.

but like… as an adult, seeing a dunkin’ donuts breakfast sandwich costing over $5… how can i NOT go to everyone i know to bitch about it??

this is a crisis, this is a sign of the times, this is the worst thing to ever happen to me in ny life. someone call the news i need to broadcast this injustice, this crime, this murder of my soul and heart

[bare1ythere]

idk what is happening to me right now but I feel so strangely sick

[kiranerys42]

Well, telling my IRL friends went poorly, so I'm gonna shout into the Tumblr void that there's a brand new COVID booster and you should get it as soon as you can, to protect yourself and your community.

[sodafrog13]

flu shot.

[udekai]