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thinking about sleazy cop!price who abuses his power to pull you over, just so he can have a feel of you <3
he recognises your car the minute it passes him on the road back into town, zooming past him doing something minor like five miles per hour over the limit. usually he’d turn a blind eye to it, but it’s been a slow night, hardly anything to get johns adrenaline going.
so he pulls out of his spot beside the side of the road, doing a u-turn, catching up behind you. before switching on his red and blues, and his siren, signalling you to pull over. almost instantly you comply, pulling to the side, not to his surprise of course, he already knows how pretty and compliant of the law you are — his two favourite things.
your window is already down by the time he reaches the drivers side, a flashlight in his hand, shining it in to see your pleading, worried eyes peering up at a him. fuck, he swears his cock twitches just at that. but, then you speak, all innocent and coy.
“is there a problem, officer?”
officer. to him, it’s like liquid gold coming from those lips of yours. he does consider just letting you off with a brief warning, but it’s a small town and he doesn’t miss the way you hold his gaze from across the bar, and he certainly doesn’t ignore the rumours that the local barmaid has a little crush on the local chief.
“step out the car for me, please” his tone comes out a little sterner than he wanted it to. but it makes you resist any hesitation hearing the seriousness in his voice. he steps aside, allowing you to climb out and become face to face with him.
“chief, have i—”
“come with me,” he gently grabs you by the elbow, leading you to his car behind yours, placing you right infront of it.
“i’m not entirely sure why this is necess—”
“sh,” he interrupts, his grip leaving your arm as he moves behind you. you feel his mouth brush against your ear, “you got anythin’ on you that can harm me?”
his voice is low and hoarse, vibrating against the skin of your ear, and it makes the hairs stand up on your neck. you shake your head cautiously, still baffled by whatever has gotten you in a policeman’s custody.
“good.”
instantly, his hand finds the back of your head, pressuring your front half down, your cheek pressed to the bonnet of his marked vehicle, rendering you speechless. however, you let him move you freely. his boot kicks out your feet, spreading your legs apart, before he’s grabbing your hands and placing them on the cars surface either side of your head.
he presses himself against you, straight away noticing the firmness of something against your ass. “you know, there’s never any reason to speed,” he grips against your hips, patting up and down against your clothing.
“its dangerous. for everyone else…more so yourself,” he shifts, beginning to pat down at your thighs, giving the area near the side of your ass a firm squeeze. “and i’d hate to see somethin happen to you, love.”
he strokes and squeezes up and down the same areas more than once, whilst you’re lay there feeling helpless. he knows he should be feeling guilty, using his position of power to fulfill a small fraction of his fantasy, but he doesn’t. it only makes his cock ache harder.
“you gonna do it again?”
he presses himself against you again, this time leaning over you, his hands right beside yours on the bonnet. his head dipped towards the side of your face that’s visible. you slightly shake your head.
“words, girl. use ‘em.”
“n-no. i won’t do it again, chief.”
“good.”
there’s a beat of silence. you, lay confused at the speeding accusation and, how this interaction has somehow filled you with a feeling of arousal. and john, who’s just bathing in the moment of being stuck to you and the way you fit so well underneath him.
“you’re free to go,” he rips through the quiet, pulling himself off you and stepping towards his drivers side, leaving you to peel yourself off the hood, “but next time, i wont be so lenient.”
I'm going to try to be as nice as I can. If you are having full on meltdowns and panic attacks because Chris Evans got married, please seek out for a psychiatrist. And if you consume so much media, if your life revolves around a celebrity to that extent, turn off the computer, lay off the fanfic, stop consuming media with them, stop consuming fanfiction. Just stop it.
Chris didn't sell you any fake image, the fans who were here before marvel, we knew about his frat guy personality, he openly talked about what part of a woman's body he found it attractive, he openly talked about how he's always thinking inappropriate jokes, y'all made a imaginary version of him, and then got upset when he didn't fit that image. People are not a piece of paper, they are multifaced, he can easily be a party frag guy and a family guy. It's not an impossible thing,
I'm not trying to be mean, I'm genuinely worried for some of y'all. I'm going to tag this with every male celebrity with a heavy female audience and fanatics that I can think of, because it's becoming ridiculous and scary.
I was here in the 2010s, when fandom was at one of its peaks, I saw girls leaking each other's address because of fandom wars, I had my number leaked, just because I made fun of One Direction at the time, I saw girls stepping over each other at events just to get a peak of their favorite singer or actor, y'all are acting just the same, but this time is way worse, because a lot of you are full grown ass adults. I saw people threatening to hurt themselves because of this marriage. I heard that Pedro Pascal was stalked a few weeks ago, people are having public meltdowns because of Timothée Chalamet, there's still people stalking Henry's girlfriend. There are still people dissecting every single move that Zawe does. Seek professional help. Stop consuming fanfiction, don't just decrease the quantity, stop consuming it for at least 3 months.
I don't know when y'all will understand they are actors, singers, models, they are here to sell a product so we can consume their product. We can enjoy a little harmless fun sometimes, we can imagine what it would be like to be next to them, or date them, be their friend, we can imagine that, but there's a point where you have to back up, rethink your life choices and see what's missing in your life. Please seek help, immediately
interacting with the pjo fandom is a breath of fresh freaking AIR after the marauders because sure, Jason may be dead, but at least they don’t bring it up on every SINGLE post about him like let me enjoy a lil wolfstar headcanon in PEACE without being reminded how terrible their lives were and that they’re both DEAD now thanks.
Suicide is the most preventable form of death and yet the number of suicide victims rises each year despite increased awareness.
Why is that?
I can't answer it for everyone, but from what I've seen in my life, although people are aware, they don't understand.
I am a suicide surviver. Although I have not attempted suicide in over a decade, the thoughts linger from time to time. Sometimes it's just an intrusive thought that I can let go of. Sometimes it's a lot more and it is a lot more dangerous, but I am trying every day and that is all I can ask of anyone.
I am grateful to have found support here/online. However, people in my own life continue to belittle and invalidate my feelings. That makes me feel isolated, alone, and like there's something wrong with me. It makes me feel like I have no value.
I imagine it's hard to understand what goes through a person's head when they're suicidal if you've never felt that way. It's hard to validate someone's emotions when you (as an outsider) can rationalize them. But the problem with that is, those people don't know and they can't understand how those thoughts actually feel.
I am a very logical and rational person most of the time. However, when my depression is bad, I can't think rationally. The dark thoughts are consuming and I believe them. I know it's the depression talking. I know it's my anxiety talking. I know it's the past trauma I suffered haunting me. And yet, I still can't control those thoughts.
Those people who have never felt that way, think that rationalizing things, sharing comparing stories, or reminding you your life is good will help, but it doesn't. Not in those moments. That's what people who don't suffer have to understand.
I can try to explain that. I can raise awareness. I can shout from the rooftops trying to get people to understand. But the fact is, I can't make anyone change their thinking if they don't want to.
Suicide is a tragedy.
However, being suicidal is seen an inconvenience or a a way of "seeking attention." It is dismissed.
The same people who will cry over a friend's suicide, and wonder how they didn't see it are the same people who will tell the next person to "get over it", "your life's not that bad", "when I was in your situation..." They either don't see it or they don't care enough and that is the problem.
Suicide is preventable, but not without support. Support requires people that are not suicidal to better educate themselves beyond awareness to understanding and how to help.
You would never tell a cancer patient they're being dramatic and looking for attention when they share their struggles. You would never tell someone having a heart attack to "get over it." You would never belittle a mother who suffered a miscarriage by comparing them to someone else.
So why do that to someone suffering with mental health struggles?
Yes, there the stigma surrounding mental health and medication is improving, but we have a long way to go. That starts today and every day after.
Raising awareness is fine, but raising understanding is necessary meaningful change.