#i wasn't aware i took that many pics of her

[buckevantommy]

Arranged marriage and online friends au! 😊

Buck realises after two months of emailing back and forth that he doesn't actually know what Tommy looks like. And it's bugging him.

It's not like he wasn't aware of it before; Tommy has been a faceless presence across the digital void, features interchangeable with B-role actors and strangers on the street until Buck had given up trying to put someone else's likeness to someone unlike anyone he's ever met. Still technically hasn't.

After this long, he considers Tommy a friend. Buck just wishes he could put a face to the words.

There have been context clues helping piece together an image of what he might look like - brown hair (at least no one noticed the mud in my hair. I'll have to make sure to schedule time for a shower next time I want to take Annie for a jog in the park before a work event), defined muscles (not that lugging around spare car parts isn't its own workout, but I do have a standing appointment with my trainer to get to. I'm sorry I have to cut this short), tall (Granted, it's easier to get a good look at an engine when you have the height to bend over and not lose your footing) - but no descriptions and definitely no photos (unless you count the pics of his rescue dog Annie and a cameo appearance of his sneakers, which Buck wants to but they don't exactly fill in the blanks).

It probably doesn't matter. It's not like they're ever going to meet in person - Buck is on the west coast and Tommy's on eastern time. They can't just casually meet up for coffee when there's a dozen states between them.

He's not sure Tommy would even want to. Because while Tommy has tossed a few crumbs of his appearance Buck's way over the past eight and a half weeks, Tommy doesn't have to wonder about Buck in return. Because Buck had linked his insta account in his second email. It was the quickest way to show Tommy the state of his beloved Wrangler Renegade given he was at work and it was currently taking up space in Eddie's yard. Tommy sure knows his engines, even from photos that likely didn't show the whole story. With Bobby and Eddie's help (and with Chris being more help than Eddie) they managed to pinpoint the problem thanks to Tommy - something multiple mechanics couldn't nail down let alone fix, instead giving Buck the same excuse of how an old engine with that many miles was bound to give up the ghost sooner or later.

Buck took the jeep up the coast for the first time on his recent 48 off - the first time since his cross-country tour led him to the 118 and a few weeks in she'd stalled out and hadn't been the same since. But there was no sputtering, no chugging fits, no weird noises. Just miles of highway being eaten up under her wheels.

And he couldn't even picture the face of the person he wanted to thank. Maybe it was silly, or petty, but Buck couldn't shake his annoyance at Tommy having never sent him a photo of himself. He totally gets the anonymity of the internet, especially with forums, but he really thought they were becoming friends. Thought they'd keep emailing even if they managed to fix the Renegade.

He also hadn't heard from Tommy in over a week, so maybe that was adding to his irritation. And worry. As soon as they got her running smoothly, Buck posted a video of the jeep to insta and sent Tommy the link. He posted a few more pics of her on the road north and thanked him in the caption:

couldn't have done it without your help T 🌅🚙💻🛠️

Tommy knows how much this jeep means to him, and the more Buck thinks about it the more certain he is that the radio silence isn't like Tommy. He was looking forward to an update! It was the last thing he wrote: Keep me updated!, exclamation mark and all. Maybe he had to go away suddenly for work. Or his computer died. Or his email got hacked. Maybe something happened to him - he could be hurt, or sick, or worse. Maybe he read your emails and saw your posts and knows he fixed the problem so now he's done with you.

Buck stews in that thought longer than he should. It's not impossible, it just. Hurts. He likes Tommy. And screw distance - he wants to keep emailing and getting to know each other. Maybe Buck will get called out east for a nautral disaster (okay, not a great reason) or some kind of specialty training program. Or Tommy will travel out west for work.

Work which he's been pretty vague about, come to think of it. Buck doesn't actually know what he does - some kind of office-type job, going by the mentions of suits and gladhanding. Tommy knows Buck is a firefighter in L.A., but the nature of Tommy's work has been left mostly up to Buck's imagination. Maybe he's a special agent. Or a criminal. Or in witness protection. Or maybe the thought of a secretive existence helps soothe the ache of his abandonment issues; Tommy would reach out if he could but extenuating cirumstances are stopping him.

It happens to be a q-word shift which means no calls to distract him. Pocketing his phone, Buck sinks into the couch and turns on the tv desperate for something to take his mind off Tommy. Taylor Kelly is reporting from the studio these days, no longer chasing stories with a cameraman in a shady white van.

"..And now to political news. Vice President Kinard today announced the long-awaited engagement of his son to the eldest daughter of prominent Senator Olivia Ortiz. Thomas Kinard is the Vice President's only child, and the union is expected to strengthen ties.."

As Taylor talks, photos overlay on-screen: a professional family portrait complete with closed-mouth smiles; a young man - Thomas Kinard - in a khaki flightsuit standing in front of a military chopper; a college graduation gown.

"..Thomas Kinard minored in Mechanical Engineering.."

Another image: tall and broad and now with a mop of brown curls competing in a marathon and helping someone cross the finish line with their arm slung over his shoulders.

It's a minor detail. He doesn't even know why he notices. But Buck's eyes are drawn to his sneakers: Thomas is wearing a black pair with white half-trim and a reflective trapezoid on the heel. Not anything unusual, except that the guy he's helping is wearing a neon yellow pair that somehow didn't catch Buck's attention.

The next image shows an animal shelter and a small crowd of volunteers in candid and posed photos. In one of the candid shots, Thomas can be seen crouching to pet a familiar looking dog.. Annie.

No fucking way.

"..Tommy?"

doing this thing

[theghostbunnie]

Pls don't mind that none of this is recent art- also! third picture was a collab with @chloetoey69 go check them out! (sorry if you didn't want to be @ 'ed in this I'll take it out if you want/gen)

But basically for this pairing to work it has to be in certain AUs they both grow as people first becaused they're both flawed parents, partners, and people. Candy has had an off/on relationship with Nikki's father Andrew and Arjun has been in a codependent relationship with his wife for years. It starts deviating from my cannon adjacent stuff when Arjun decides Max deserves better. He eventually gets a divorce and starts working on gaining his trust back. (Very important his redemption arc for enabling the situation for so long/being emotionally absent doesn't happen overnight and although Max wanted a better relationship with him he realizes his feelings and hurt don't just disappear, it takes work to get better)

Arjun and Candy knew each other in HS and were friends (he had a crush on her, but nothing ever became of it) and they hadn't really connected in years but Candy ending up letting them stay with her while he was dealing with finding a place, a job, giving up bad coping mechanisms, and fixing his relationship with his son.

That's where they start to become friends again and Candy becomes aware she hasn't been the most emotionally attentive towards Nikki either, it wasn't intentional but that only means she never was *aware* of the issue. (I literally have so many HCs about Candy I'm so sorry for being cringe. It will happen again)

The genuine friendship is very healing for both of them. Arjun gains weight and it's seen as a positive, aswell as his curl pattern growing back. Candy doesn't visually change in any way but her intentions for the way she dresses become way more about being herself than being alluring for others. (Something it was always to an extent but as I've mentioned she has her issues)

Romantic feelings start to develop, they're mutually in love with each other alot. Candy loves helping him develop a new fashion sense as his old one doesn't "feel like him" anymore and he even he participates in buying matching clothes for them, surprising each other with wearable gifts is a big part of their love language. Physical affection on the other hand Arjun had to take time to be used to giving (adores giving it) but it took even longer to get used to receiving it. He's not necessarily uncomfortable about it just?? Surprised??

GB AU she's named Aarya check pic up above of her being pleasantly caught off guard by compliments and proximity

I'll be happy to awnser any questions I love these sillies I'm sorry again camp camp fandom for taking a one off character that wasn't supposed to be taken seriously and doing this do you forgive me 💖💖

[wr0ngwarp]

some refs for my jet set radio explorers of death joke au (that sure is a sentence) because i wanted to put them on art fight (..mostly for warehouse leapusverse lore reasons)

beat and yoyo seemed like they needed refs most urgently cuz beat has a bunch of designs on account of being squirtle and yoyo's design was just hard to parse in the pics he appeared in. yeagh

art fight bio under the cut for ppl who don't have an art fight account

based on PMD: Explorers of Death by sparklingdemon, HIGHLY recommended reading to get a grasp on what in the goddamn is going on here oh this is incredibly silly. so basically a while ago there was an in-joke about jsr and eod in a pokepasta discord i'm in, and i have a bad habit of taking jokes too far. so, of course, i took the joke WAY WAY WAY too far! the entire joke is the idea that Corn in Future retconned og JSR Beat as leader/founder of the GGs, so Corn and Beat are the Myras. no it’s not a joke funny enough to justify how many hours i sunk into drawing these. no attempt was made to change the setting, assign most of the other cast, or otherwise make this au hold up to ANY amount of scrutiny.

---- the base concept (aka reskinned eod plot) is that the og JSR timeline was getting, like, temporally retconned into the Future timeline, but Beat (in the role of Squirtle) refused to accept the changeover so he tried to hold onto his own fading timeline, trapping it (and himself) in a state of perpetual decay until he can take back the timeline. basically everybodys a grayscale rotting zombie it's miserable. also if you think "hey, isn't EOD!Beat less justified than Squirtle because the situation WASN'T life or death until he MADE IT that way" you would be right lmao JSRF Corn (as Myra), being the leader of the GGs in Future, shows up (overwriting the preexisting version of Tab ig) to try to put the dying timeline out of its misery so it can actually be reborn into the Future timeline. for some reason his spraypaint can make the zombies pass on. don't question it. he and Beat are kind of trying to take each other down so one timeline can take precedent here. Gum (as Shadow) is kind of torn between the two of them, with two overlapping contradicting sets of memories and also the most disastrous way to possibly combine her JSR and JSRF designs LMAO. her loyalties are kind of torn as a result and also she understandably isnt a big fan of all the murder going on here ... ...also, because this is a joke au that i did not bother to try to make sense, they're in the goddamn Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers for no real reason. i also tend to call Beat and Corn "Meat and Mourn" though i dont have a nickname for Gum :(. and they have some level of meta awareness that they're in a poorly crafted joke AU based on an existing creepypasta, and yet this knowledge of how inane it all is doesn't stop them from riding it out to its horrific conclusion. ...ha ha? also Yoyo is Bidoof he's just here to be the first to die dont worry about him

---- also because there's something profoundly wrong with me i have the main trio + Yoyo in me and my sibling's joke multi-crossover RP. Corn is MIA right now, Gum is in the Garage with the setting's regular version of the GGs (they are confused and concerned. esp normal!Gum)... ...and, uh... Beat and Yoyo are in the Warehouse. (Pauein 9696 is just kind of there too.) they're... friends? i think......???? they are trapped in there and dont know Warehouse Yoyo is actually the goddamn building theyre trapped in

in the warehouse, eod!yoyo is kind of... barely coherent, only aware a fraction of the time, and not really able to do a whole lot since he's in such bad condition. he's just kind of taking anything as it happens at this point bc he can't do anything about it, but internally he's very pessimistic both about the idea that Beat can fix anything OR that there's any chance they'll escape the warehouse. eod!beat is... sort of kind of friends with the Warehouse but it's a very fragile friendship prone to arguments since he is trying VERY hard to leave (esp cuz he has UNFINISHED BUSINESS with killing corn and MAKING THINGS RIGHT) but Warehouse Yoyo is manipulatively trying to keep him without letting on that's what he's doing. both of these guys are fucked in the head tbh. at least nobody's judging each other for being walking corpses with weird metafiction elements.

[bangers2]

Weekly Music Roundup 28/6/24 :)

Heya! I've had a lot more free time lately to listen to some new music, so I'm going to be sharing what I listen to each week through a Friday Tumblr post. I'm aiming to listen to an album (or EP, compilation, DJ mix, etc etc) a day, and this week my schedule wasn't perfect, but I found a lot of great stuff nonetheless and want to talk about it!

Look at this pic I took omg. just wanted 2 share ^_^

Tinashe - BB/ANG3L (2023)

I'd always been aware of Tinashe, but hadn't taken the time to deep dive into her discography until she dropped the Nasty remix EP (JANE REMOVER REMIX????). "Nasty" is a banger obviously, but a lot of stuff on BB/ANG3L is excellent as well! She traverses so many genres with ease and excels at each of them. This is such a diverse showing, and it's very concise as well, having a runtime of just 20 minutes. I feel like anyone can find something they vibe with on here. Personally, my favourite track was "Gravity," a song with gentle vocals juxtaposed with a bit of a breakbeat moment. I always love a breakbeat and was shocked to hear one on here. Overall, BB/ANG3L was short enough to leave me wanting more, but in a good way. I hope that she builds upon this sound and vibe with her next album! I'm super excited to listen to Quantum Baby and listen to the rest of Nashe's discography.

Jane Remover - jane_remover_heatwave.zip [NTS Radio] (2024)

Real ones know that I am Jane Remover's no.1 fan. That is a vast exaggeration, but I love her music to bits and greatly enjoy these DJ sets she does. Each one has a different vibe and the ones she's been doing lately have been my favourites ever. The mixing is immaculate and the tracks she mashes up are always so unexpected but go so well together. I really loved heatwave, especially the mashup between her song "Lips" and the Carti song "Different Day." So damn hard. These sets are always the highlight of my month and always become mainstays in my DJ mix rotation. Give it a listen!

Mk.gee - Two Star & the Dream Police (2024)

I was a little intimidated to listen to Mk.gee (Mike Gordon), since I've heard so many great things about him. However, I heard "Are You Looking Up" in Jane Remover's new DJ mix and fell in love with it instantly. The guitar playing intrigued me since it sounded so...different to what I'm used to. The control Mike has over his instrument is phenomenal and allows him to create these really unique sounds and textures. There's a wonderful energy to all of these songs that I can't quite place. Due in part to the interesting guitar sounds, but also the really distant-sounding vocals, nostalgic melodies, and bits of noise peppered about, this album vaguely reminds me of something that would be heard in an empty building. Not the backrooms or anything, but like...a quiet mall in the suburbs. Is that weird? Probably. On songs like "Candy" the melodies sound really 80s to me for whatever reason, and...I don't know. The nostalgia? Regardless of whether I've placed the vibe or not, Two Star is a wonderful collection of hopeful, sweet guitar melodies interspersed with little bits of noise. I need more people to get on the Mk.gee train RIGHT NOW. What are you even doing with your life if you haven't listened to this? I can seriously see Mike becoming an all-time great.

lil hero - pawwwfect! (EP) (2023)

Okay, this is another one I found from Jane's set. "big flirt" is such a bop, and it sounds kind of familiar to me (upon further research, the song went viral in 2022 ish...I have no recollection of that year tbh.). It's a song that instantly puts a smile on your face with its sweet bubblegum production and wonderful vocals. This whole EP sounds like bright pink. There are pitched-up samples, bouncy uptempo grooves, and cute lyrics about falling in love all across pawwwfect, and I eat that shit up. I need lil hero and PinkPantheress to collab; I feel like that could change my life. All in all, it's a great 16-minute project that makes me feel like a...chihuahua in a pink purse. Which is exactly how I want to feel. Excited to hear what lil hero does next! :3

Radiohead - In Rainbows (2007)

I've definitely listened to In Rainbows before but I don't think I ever properly digested it. It's an overwhelming album to take in upon first listen. I revisited it a couple days ago after not really liking it the first time I listened to it, and needless to say it clicked for me. I still need to listen to this a couple thousand more times to really get it, but as of right now I think In Rainbows is an excellent and innovative record that is as thought-provoking lyrically as it is gorgeous sonically. The whole album made me feel like I was spinning. I don't know why or how, but I physically felt sort of dizzy, like the world was trembling around me. Strange how music can do that. It's magic.

Not on free Soundcloud smh

Jelani Aryeh - The Sweater Club (2024)

I got this album in my Apple Music (do NOT judge me or you're BLOCKED. STOP IT.) recommended before it came out and was really drawn to the album art. As the no.1 "person lying on grass" fan and president of "person lying on grass" NATION I was intrigued, but also had absolutely no idea who Jelani Aryeh was hahah. I presaved but didn't listen to any of his discography and just listened to it when I realized it was out. The Sweater Club is a wonderful collection of indie pop jams that are warm and summery. The art matches the music super well - I felt like I was lying in the grass on a breezy summer morning as I listened, and am definitely turned on to more of Jelani's music now. Holy shit this was such a gorgeous record.

Kevin Abstract - Blanket (2023)

I listened to this at like...2 am and have no recollection of it, other than that it was filled with jams. I really liked "The Greys." Will probably have more to say about it after another listen hahaha.

Couldn't find this on Soundcloud, sorry!

Okayyyy and that was every album I listened to this week! (minus the relistens...which there were many of lol.) I hope you enjoyed reading my little ramblings and I hope you have a great week to come :)

Now i am going to sleep. In the morning i will listen to tonight's new releases. Today is stacked tbh

[mermaidsirennikita]

ok so word on street is that kate had a nervous breakdown during christmas because she found out william's mistress is pregnant with his child and she’s keeping it. kate is apparently refusing to cooperate hence the disappearing act. honestly out of everything i heard this sounds the most plausible? or she really did have medical complications that left her incapacitated and they're just handling it really badly.

I see why the Rose is pregnant theory appeals to people! Here's why it doesn't make sense to me:

a) I hate to sound like a Royal Gossip Old (aka a total freak) but people have been saying for YEEEEARS that at least one of Rose's kids is William's. I've heard the daughter--more recently, the stuff swirling around Rose's marriage makes the twin boys seem Questionable, but if I'm being real the one I've seen pics of doesn't look like William. And that's when I see pics of him next to George, who most definitely does. However, that doesn't mean anything because genetics,

My point is--stories about William getting Rose pregnant are not new. Kate would be well aware of them, and I think that in some ways this is probably recycled gossip. Until I see Rose pregnant, I'll remain unconvinced.

b) Honestly? I still don't think Rose being pregnant would make Kate throw a big I'm Threatening To Leave with William. Because... I don't think Kate's leavin'. This has been her LIFE. She is SO close to being queen. Even when Charles wasn't sick--he's a senior citizen on the throne. Yes, his parents lived to be a billion years old, but he's still far older than his mother was when she took the throne and for all intents and purposes, William is essentially a breath away from the crown.

Rose, or at least the Rose rumors, has/have been a fixture in Kate's life for a long time. I just don't know that I see Kate suddenly going "I'm not doing anything until she goes" with this. What's different? Even if there is an illegitimate child--half the gossips already thought there was. And ultimately, none of it materially matters. Kate's marriage sucks either way; and Kate will be queen either way. And I'll add... Kate does have an example of a former Princess of Wales to look to. She can be a globally famous mother of the heir with family backing, or she can be one without it. Either path is hard, but one path led to someone being killed.

(I mean, to be clear.... Even NOW, the media insanity around Kate isn't what Diana faced on the reg for yeeeeears and being super idolized by some and hated by others and is way worse than the indifference with which a lot of the world beheld Kate for a long time. But I do think that if Kate left, the interest in her would be much greater, only this time, she would be left without the family's weird protection.)

c) I think the answer is that all of this is probably connected, or at least WOULD LOOK connected. If Kate is much sicker than the palace lets on, the information may, they fear, go like dominos. You admit a Medical Event happened that caused her to have severe complications. Then the question becomes--well, what could the event have been for a seemingly healthy woman in her early forties, if it isn't cancer? It could actually be many things, but what if there is something--what if they dig deeper? What if they discover the mistress, and then think that maybe something happened BECAUSE she was so upset, and so on and so forth.

I mean. I think that all that speculation, we can safely say, IS NOW HAPPENING LOL. But I believe there was some attempt in the beginning to avoid it with total silence. They've just bungled it.

Because the American media is now forcing Rose into the public more, I feel like the instinct is to go "this Rose thing pushed Kate over the edge". However, the Rose thing has been a thing for a long time, and while I think it was potentially a contributing factor to a mental and/or physical health issue, I don't think it's something that Kate would pull a "I'M DONE" over. Because... why now? Even if there was a pregnancy--those who know about Rose already think she may have a kid by Wills. And I'm SURE Kate knows that.

I do think that William being the future king versus a leapfrog away from being king probably has brought a lot of the skeletons out of the closet in a more vivid way than before. Because they've probably had conversations with PR teams since the queen died--what is ALL the dirty laundry, what do we need to know about, etc. Crisis planning.

Which. Obviously didn't go WELL.

[wonhosmistress]

Aphrodisia;Prologue

(NSFW)

Word Count: 1,196

Warnings: Slight mention of Kinks, sexual BDSM themes, sex work, and lastly, TW! toxic-ish relationship mentions. Think I missed some? Lmk and send me a dm, I'll update this.

A/N:I have no IDEA how long this took for me finish because I’ve been teasing this series for a couple months with the only two teasers I mentioned of Hyunjin. Seems I have a lot of sub!Hyunjin enthusiasts because same y’all. 😩I promise to finish the Hyunjin before June ends and after that I’ll focus more on other members.

Anyways! This is the prologue enjoy this unfiltered, unedited, there will be hella grammar mistakes and I don’t plan to edit it because it’s too much work and I honestly just want to post ASAP. It’s been far too long since I’ve written and had any sort of inspo to write. Thanks to my dear mutual @nirvanawrites111 she gave me hella inspo with her amazing works!! I’m obsessed with her writing please go do me a favor and read her amazing stories/fics.

Also I tried to add the read more on mobile but I’m a dumbass and idk how to work tumble mobile sometimes lmao. So I apologize for anyone that will see this and doesn’t want to see it.

As a result of unsuccessful relationships and partners being concerned about where she went or what she was doing, she became more secretive about her whereabouts. Even though she wanted to be honest and open with them, she hesitated on many occasions; if she were to be bold and unapologetic they would go insane and ask questions like, "Why did you choose this job out of all the others?", "Are you cheating on me?", etc.

Those tiresome scenarios were one of the reasons she was always the one that broke it off with them, and so she took it upon herself to take a break from her dating life to focus on herself.

She had a job that wasn't just any regular job.

OnlyFans? No

Camgirl? No.

A phone Sex worker? No.

Feet pics? No.

Used panties? No

For her working at night was ideal because her sleeping schedule only allowed her to be a night owl. Even before any partner appeared in her life she was still in the process of discovering a whole new part of herself that she wasn't aware existed, and here she was in a dungeon that she had been hired at over a year ago and was one of the few popular dommes among the clients.

"How are you feeling?", She stood next to the man sitting on the loveseat.

"I'm good, Mistress." He smiled at her.

"Would you like some water?" He nodded in response.

She walked towards the room next door and back to the playroom to hand him the bottle.

She crouched down to his level to face him as well to check in with him, "How are you feeling? Was it too much?", she asked curiously as to how she could improve. What she should've done is saved that question for the head domme but she didn't and took the risk.

"No. Not at all. It was perfect, I enjoyed every second of it."

He faced her smiling at him and held her hand realizing he shouldn't be doing that.

"I'm sorry...may I?" She smiled warmly at him not pulling her hands away from his grasp.

"I just wanted to say thank you."

While she had not broken skin or drawn blood, she still left a few red welts on him. She grabbed the first aid kit in the corner and treated his wounds, trying to be as gentle as possible.

"No need to thank me. You went out of your way to give it a shot when you could've easily backed out and I would've still respected your decision. BDSM isn't everyone's cup of tea and so we've learned to respect everyone's decision."

She applied a first-aid ointment to every single red mark on his back; he hissed at the lightest touch, "I'm sorry, I know it hurts I'm just trying to make sure these heal quickly and nicely."

"I know and I appreciate it."

"Done." She stood up and handed him his T-shirt. "Make sure to take a warm bath or shower after you get home and keep applying ointment on the marks afterward.

He smiled at her making his way toward the exit.

"Will do.",

She smiled at him and nodded, seeing him off.

That was one of the roughest BDSM scenes she had done in a while. She would like to take time to make sure her submissive didn't go into a sub-drop, but sadly she couldn't. If it were her, she would go out of her way to remain with every submissive for a bit longer. However, her boss had to remind her that they only came here for a service nothing more. Because of this, she couldn’t be there for more than ten to fifteen minutes with her clients after their sessions ended.

~~~~~

"See you tomorrow night!" Her boss told her as they both headed in different directions.

She silently walked for the next couple of four blocks by herself and finally got closer to her apartment. She walked up the stairs and opened the door to her place. The second she got in she took off her shoes left them at the entrance and hung her purse on the rack.

Exhausted and couldn't even begin to explain how she felt after handling four subs back to back today. It was not an ideal situation for her couldn't handle more than two subs a day because her anxiety and insecurities kept creeping back up on her.

She meditated, journaled, exercised, and even set days apart for self-care plus, she detoxed from her constant electronic use. She ate healthily and did her best to keep her homey environment clean and organized. However, regardless of what she did something inside her told her she couldn't keep doing this.

She craved something new and stable.

She loved domming but maybe because of all her ex-partner's insecurities of themselves as she hid her true identity was reflecting on herself.

Could it be that deep inside she was ashamed of her job and what she did?

Years ago when she discovered the person she truly was glowed with confidence. How could she even be a dominatrix if she wasn't sure of herself and her current job?

Oh no.

She was experiencing not only her anxieties but also a dom drop.

Telling her boss; she was fine could've been a mistake because she was responsible for taking care of her dommes since half of them didn't have a partner to take care of them.

Fuck.

~~~~~

Two years Later:

Two years and a half of learning Korean were a big help during the entire process of her moving across the world. She wasn't fluent yet but could manage conversations with her neighbors, classmates, and strangers. And so here she was, sitting inside a cafe shop a couple of blocks from the Korean class she had just finished attending.

It seemed like only yesterday, she was experiencing the worst anxiety and burnout from only a year of working as a domme which was odd considering that she had never once felt like that before. But it made sense since she kept getting the gnawing feeling that she shouldn't have gotten into the dominatrix world way too early and so she took it upon herself to resign to take time for herself; and continue her future as domme by researching more information about the career, lifestyle, and possibly a new business.

The grueling work of research, language learning, space vacancy, furniture shop, etc made her take a step back and reconsider if she could do this all by herself. Thankfully, after taking a couple of weeks to continue her research she found herself posting on an exclusive adult site looking for dommes to work with her.

After returning calls and doing interviews she had successfully found four dommes who wanted to continue their careers in the kink community and so never once she thought, that she out of all people would be involved with any of Korea's music industry. Especially the ever so sexually frustrated men of Kpop that had an image and reputation to uphold in the industry, their companies, and not to forget their fans.

[the-starry-seas]

I've made more OCs

this is Nihaan, formerly Commander Timber, and Chen Xunielah

Nihaan was assigned head of a protection detail for Ms Chen when she was the Togruta representative to the Senate on Coruscant. It was her first experience with clones and she was very intrigued with them and polite. Timber came to like her more and more as a result, but was always well aware that nothing could come of it. She was, after all, a rather important natborn.

("Timber, how many times must I ask you to call me Xunielah?" "At least once more, Ms Chen. As always.")

Xunielah had no such reservations about a relationship with him, which is quite frankly for the best. When her time on Coruscant ended, she asked Timber and his squad to come home with her. They were honest with her that they would never be allowed to leave the GAR but they would otherwise like that very much. They assured her that they would remember her fondly, and Timber gifted her the only thing he had - a spare set of gloves that came with his armour.

She decided that she wasn't going to just leave them there. They were unfailingly kind to her, and she didn't want them to get shipped off to die at some battlefront because she no longer needed their protection. So she arranged things with the Senate to have the squad transferred to her possession and took them home to Shili, where they were recognised as both sentient beings and free citizens.

There was a bit of doubt that Timber might not really love her once he had a whole new world in front of him, but he'd been simply wild about her from the moment he saw her, and that only deepened when she gave his entire squad their freedom. He changed his name to Nihaan - a Togruta word for beloved - and did his best to put the GAR behind him.

Nihaan gets deeply invested in some of the best and most dramatic holovids that Shili has to offer, and is deeply surprised to find out that his beloved Xunielah is not just an ambassador but a sort of duchess. She takes him to her estate in the Celestial Mountains and is very charmed with how he's charmed by the scenery.

Nihaan was reluctant to have kids for a while. He had complicated feelings on clone aging and passing that on to his kids. Xunielah loves him unconditionally, he knows, but he also knows that a lot of other natborns aren't the same. Eventually when the clone aging cure is synthesised, Nihaan's able to get his hands on it, and finally gets the family he always wanted but worried about having. They end up with three kids - a girl named Nukoi, and two boys named Hiyet and Tanul.

And bonus Nihaan pic to show off his facial tattoos!

[my-silly-rabbit]

general blog stuff: 💜 hello! names gems! I'm 25 and have brain rot for this man. im sorry im like this. I have no excuse. it's the British accent and Mathew Lillard for me. 💜 I'm rather picky about my man. Dave Miller, or as i like to call him "nft monkey", will not be on my blog unless someone draws him very well and to my liking. 💜I'm also selective on his weight. I'm aware that it is canon that he was a bigger man but il be honest, I dont trust Scott or a lot of fans with weight in relation to him being a deplorable murderer man. as a 400+ ib person myself, I dont feel comfortable with my own weight on such a man even though I love him dearly. also, as a big person myself, the internet has sorta tainted seeing plus-size fictional characters in a pos light due to fetishes and junk. idk who to trust with my size or not. especially on a character I care so much about. . + I admit I have a horrid taste that's been tainted by Tumblr sexy men. I'm sorry. I love plus-size Afton art in general but my self-ship blog will most likely not have it for my own body comfort and tastes. its not a 100% no but it depends. self shipping involves a connection to art and i just dont feel it for a lot of plus-size art. I do get the gender pos feels though. i love seeing him, its just more my own insecurities with people online involving weight. 💜please be nice. ik people aren't fond of Afton fans, I've had my good share of stinkers. he is a comfort character on top of a f/o so please just. if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all. tags:

💜🐇 = William

💛 🎈 = Bonbon

🍰 💃 = Ms. Afton

🧰🐻 = Henry

self-insert: 💜 name: Bonbon Benson 💜 age: 25+ (it changes around but always mid 20s - late 30's) gender/pronouns: nonbinary any but mainly she/her bio down below VVVVVVVVVV

Bio: as a child, bonbon wasn't very well cared for. her parents were poor and always fought. this caused Bonbon to hide away in themselves and try to not be a burden. they eventually developed a love for robotics and wanted to further that career but their homelife and mid to high-functioning autism made that difficult. her parents eventually divorced after the birth of her sibling, Molly, and stuff started to look a bit better. but that didn't last long. bonbon couldn't manage to finish high school due to her anti-social behavior, lack of friends, poor home life, and poor grades in most classes outside of math and science. She is 25+ now and still needs to get her GED but living with her distant dad and no friends, it's very hard to think. its not the best environment to do schoolwork. never was. after the divorce, her mother gained a large sum of money and this caused her sibling to be rather spoiled, which their mother isn't fond of so to help her branch out, she let her have visits with Bonbon and their dad.....aka just bonbon.

(pic of molly. picrew link: here) there are not many places a kid would enjoy in Hurricane, Utah. molly only wanted to go to the library but Bonbon felt like their little sister deserved someplace better. then she saw an ad for Freddy's. idk which Freddy's, they change with the timelines, vers of William etc but it's usually between Fred Bears and Freddy's JUST opening. early enough for Bonbon to still see William use the Springbonnie suit at least a few times before showcasing the band. once they got there, bonbon fell in love. the lights, the games, the animatronics....everything. they never had anything like it as a child. they felt so happy just being able to see something so lively.....and yet it brought Molly no joy. She found it loud, crowded, and annoying.

bonbon couldn't understand. She was a kid??? why did she like it so much??? it infuriated Bonbon...but at least she wasn't alone. after a few visits, the founders took notice of the hyper adult adoring their pizzeria with no child in sight (Molly stayed cooped in one of the booths the whole time). and William eventually started striking up conversations. bonbon is a....hyper sort. easy to read and William found it refreshing. As much as she adores what he does, she isn't afraid to say how she feels. just barely a filter on this little lady. idk what more to say lol. they become silly murder partners, bonding over how much kids take that adults also enjoy and their lost youths

either ms afton is a few years already dead or in their silly polycule.

[ljubimaya]

I'm baaaackkkk, and I'm here to tell you a little about my trip 💞

So, your girl went to an anime convention to Düsseldorf last weekend, the Dokomi! I went with my friend, her sister and her cousin and it was really eventful.

Me being me, I started packing on the day of the departure at 6 am, but I wasn't late. I couldn't sleep all night for some mysterious reasosn, so I knocked out after my friend picked me up :,)) sleeping in a car is a weird experience tbh, bc for me it's usually a half a sleep half awake thing. For instance, I was aware enough to reposition my head, but not aware that we have already arrived to Düsseldorf 🧍‍♀️

Now, I come from Eastern Germany, and when I tell you that the vibes are different in a Western German city, they really are soooo different. It's not even a bad,because both parts have good and bad neighborhoods, but it's just a different feeling in both. I even asked my friend if she felt the same, and she could only confirm that she felt the different vibes, too. Now, I'm assuming it's because of Germany's history, but I'm not entirely sure.

The first thing we did was seek out the Japanese district of Düsseldorf. As it turns out, Düsseldorf has the third biggest Japanese population in Europe outside of Japan. Walking across little Tokyo really felt like a weird, but nice blend of Germany and Japan. I didn't really take pics from the district itself, but here are some pics of the shops we went to:

I can still taste the chicken, it was soo good omg.

However, it was a great day until it wasn't. After we've gotten bubble tea (with home made boba), my friend noticed a black line in the middle of her screen of her phone. Her phone did not react to anything at all, she couldn't even unlock it for a good while. We started panicking because her and her sister's tickets to the Dokomi were on her phone. I tried my best to reassure her that we'll find a way to get those tickets on another device. Several hours later and searches of internet cafes later, my friend calmed down because a) her phone can be repaired and b) she had a second phone with her.

We went to the Japanese Garden right outside the convention and ngl, we were so disappointed. The garden looked so much better on the pics online.

Next day, we woke up and drove straight to the convention. Before entering, my friend dree the bonten on my wrist and a name on my neck

Since we didn't have any cosplays, we decided to get the name tattoos of Alien Stage!

I've later found out that Sua means milk in Vietnamese too djsbdjdn

We've spend soooo many hours at the creator booths and went to the merch and the 18+ area after that

These are some of the many pics I took on the con ♡ no pics from the 18+ area ofc, but all I'm gonna say is that they basically sold nsfw fanart and dildos lmao. Saw some ppl get tattoos there too!

[annislittleshopofhorrors]

I know that a lot of people can remember that message, but I've spent hours trying to find it. I couldn't find anything 😫// I think fan account deleted that info, also it might be on that pic elsa shared of her and ab with account.i am not sure but I remember that photo. again I wasn't aware of this shit show like many of u I just came to know about it after november..

That's the biggest problem, a lot of people thought it won't be important and never took screenshots 😅

[randomfoggytiger]

THE FINAL CHAPTER (HOPEFULLY)

nwhealth.edu article

CDC Clinical Practice Guidelines quote:

"Noninvasive Nonpharmacologic Approaches to Subacute and Chronic Pain....Other noninvasive nonpharmacologic therapies that improve pain, function, or both for at least 1 month after delivery without apparent risk for serious harm include cognitive behavioral therapy for knee osteoarthritis; manual therapies for hip osteoarthritis; psychological therapy, spinal manipulation, low-level laser therapy, massage.... (9)."

More evidence for you, @iwantapenguin.

To be honest, I'm keeping this short because the discussion has long since devolved from civility into denial of basic, scientific fact; and the effort to keep it going has become less rewarding than my other pending projects. Don't get me wrong: if I see something particularly egregious, I'll speak up; but my time is better devoted elsewhere.

I re-addressed your specific points in the "Read More" section.

The Inconsistency of Your Facts, Other Failed Predictions, and Indirect Aggressive Statements

Your facts against Monique Pendleberry, as you present them, rest on shadows that either disprove your own timeline or have since faded away in the disinfecting light of public acknowledgement.

Your Blind Item proof states he and Monique met only two weeks prior (early May 2015); and an anon further disproved your still standing 19-year-old theory back in 2019 by looking up her LinkedIn and finding out she began working at SLO in 2013 after turning 20.) Further, one of your mutuals claims she saw Monique first liked a post by Brad in 2014-- though I've seen no proof of this, personally. Your NDA claim stems from an anon on a since deleted, as far as I'm aware, blog (and which you acknowledge had imperfect information-- "might have been guessing but..."); and your claim she called the paparazzi on David in Vancouver (December 2017) to be "publicly recognized" is two months too late, as the press had already put out a story about his 33 year younger girlfriend, quotes from her uncle and the source included, with pics from June 2017 of she, he, and his friends outside waiting on a table. Your claims towards Monique's sneaky videos and apartment shots fall apart when in context with what David has already shared of his apartment, locations, movements, and even "naked" ice bath picture (2019)-- not to mention David's little collection of pics others took of him while he wasn't aware (or even conscious, according to the many nap pics he reposts; and according to the pic Jack Whitehall just uploaded today.) Moreover, he already told Gillian her recording and posting without his knowledge didn't bother him ("I am okay [with it]-- I just never think to do it.") Monique being caught on camera groping David-- without either of their consent, I'm pretty sure-- falls in line with him publicly groping Tea in the past; and he didn't seem at all bothered at MP's antics once he realized she wasn't trying to poke or tickle his stomach (grinning a little smugly when she finished her routine at his junk instead.) You say Monique let KR use her as one of his "Angels", gravitating perverts to his business; and you also call David a pervert that you wouldn't trust around teenagers (assuming he met MP at 19 instead of the provable one-month-away-from 22, and also implying he is purposefully dating someone closer in age to-- and once wearing the same shade of nail polish as-- his daughter.) Yet, the victim of KR who knew Monique appreciated the love "Mo" gave in the comments and reciprocated her support when Monique shared a similar sentiment on her own Insta. You disregard David's lifelong friendships by claiming he needs them to back up or support the lies he tells himself. You claimed he wanted to hide MP away like a dirty secret in 2018, then claimed he was pushing her onto fans so they'll accept her (after assuming he wanted to soft launch her music career) in 2019, and now claim he waited until his mother died before publicly acknowledging Monique eight days ago, 2024: those narratives don't align with each other, let alone with David's other public and promiscuous actions while his mother was very alive and very aware (foul language, soft core porn movies/tv, explicit sexual talk, "I am as tall as a whale's penis", etc.) You claim Monique photoshops her Insta pics despite only one of them using a very obvious filter (for blurring, not photoshopping); and when an anon called you on it, you deflected hardcore. You deny the possibility of David's team prearranging pap strolls to Erewhon Market, even after the latter blew up during COVID as the go-to for celebrity publicists and paparazzi teams. You gave credence to a rumor stating David had sex with teenagers in his trailer before his 1995 rehab (both of which are unsubstantiated.)

Your predictions about Monique's effect on David's relationships crumble under the weight of evidence: commenting that West didn't follow Monique because there was friction between them-- which might have been true; again, no proof-- while also acknowledging Piper stopped following GA while remaining close and walking back your former statement, slightly; implying that West is distancing herself from her father only to be proven incorrect by her Father's Day post the next day; commenting that Tea must hate his relationship with Monique because she wants to strangle him at times despite the full context ("On occasion, I want to throttle him,” she said of her former hubby. "But in any real relationship with someone you love, that’s true") and her previous statement fresh from divorce ("He's a good guy"); assuming Gillian wanted to keep distant from his mistakes when she's had nothing but praise to say of him since the Revival, even after Monique joined (you even discredit the hug she gave Monique after the All About Eve performance as "perfunctory"); and assuming that David's kids kept their distance or were forced to put up with Monique to be around him, even now despite public evidence to the contrary (all shown in this post.)

Your other previous predictions also fall apart: You shared information from a "source" about David and Gillian making out at a party without proof; you stated that Monique's attention-seeking and boredom would cost his (their) reputation; when an anon challenged a previous claim that Bucky Dent wouldn't be picked up, you stated that it isn't good business to back "sexual abusers and creeps anymore"; and you believed the claim that Monique was soft launching her music career, stating "Everything surrounding David is bizarre, so it’s hard to parse what’s real and fake now." There are many more examples, but I'm keeping this post succinct.

Your preferred method of attack is indirect aggression. I pasted previously quoted scientific articles in the "Read More" section below, if you care to peruse it again. In short: "... this form of aggression maximizes the harm inflicted on the victim while minimizing the personal danger involved. The risk to the perpetrator is lower because he/she often remains anonymous, thereby avoiding a counterattack. As well, indirect aggression harms others in such a socially skilled manner that the aggressor can also make it appear as if there was ‘no intention to hurt at all" and "Indirect aggression is circuitous in nature and entails actions such as getting others to dislike a person, excluding peers from the group, giving someone the ‘silent treatment’, purposefully divulging secrets to others, and the use of derisive body and facial gestures to make another feel self-conscious."

Some of your many indirect aggression statements:

-"How do you know they [his kids] are ok [with DD and MP]? Why do you care if I’m not?"

-"I wasn’t a teenager yet and I recognized that Téa was repeating the b******** David told her in a lot of her interviews after they got married. Gillian wouldn’t give up her career to follow him around and she won’t blow smoke up his a**"

-"She [MP] may not be the brightest but she is a genius in manipulation"

-"There it is, always saving it up for the birthday. His hand looks like daughter and her hand looks like Daddy. 🤭"

-"She [MP] is so fake and gross; when is David going to realize this?"

-"When has she ever been stunning honestly? ...Average, a little masculine, thin and no sagging. The face doesn’t matter to men like David, nor intellect"

-"[MP] Instagram vs. reality folks. Don’t let anyone fool you"

-"He [DD] feels like hot s*** being able to pull a youngin’ but he also doesn’t want to look at a less than perfect woman either probably."

-"He needs to be canceled for good. A 59 year old man with a 26 year old woman is going to look and sound ridiculous. A perverted daddy and daughter duet. 🤮"

Conclusion

My points responding to your response are below the cut.

In short: I think your perception is based on a very faulty, incomplete foundation. You mix puzzle pieces of truth with personal bias and assumption. We agree on the same evidence but disagree on your interpretations or "read" of others' motives or intent. The difference is, no one from Monique's past or present have come forward as a character witness against her. All we have "against" her is a past association she and David cut ties with, a victim of said past association appreciating her support, and sundry online blunders that not even David's professional team are immune from.

It is what it is.

Readdressing Old Points

You and I can civilly disagree on David and Monique's motives, their dating timeline, and the nature of their relationship; but you can't deny that chiropractic medicine is okayed by the broad scope of Western medicine, has studies proving its efficacy, and is nowhere near the chi and reflexology which you disapprove of and which have no scientific backing. I've already quoted studies and articles from the CDC, NCCIH/nih.gov, PubMed, WebMD, Mayo Clinic, healthline, and others, so won't reiterate here. Your examples are fringe cases that either stem from malpractice or from practitioners seeing their patients as cash instead of clients. Further, you now deny an aspect of Western medicine because "People will always have an interest in protecting any industry, no matter how harmful, if it makes them a lot of money": you can't hold the position that chiropractic and other forms of alternative medicine are unsubstantiated and also hold that substantiated science is corrupted because of money. I've pointed to studies over lengthy periods of time from accredited sites, you've pointed to fringe cases.

That denial has also spread to undeniable facts, evidence, and proof about West and Monique's new relationship during the events of June 2023 and her recent birthday 2024, that Monique still posts about Brick despite having a new puppy, and that David has been inviting Monique on-stage, flashing his tongue at her, or waving to her while being passed around during his performances. Whatever might have been going on no longer is; and since we only have proof now of what her dynamic with him, his kids, and her followers are, the rest-- yours and mine-- are still assumptions.

Showing Monique and KR together isn't the gotcha you think it is while his victim's friendship with her still stands. Not to mention the implication that people in close proximity with predators are guilty, too, even if they had nothing to do with (and no provable knowledge of) their crimes....

And yes, I do think you're angry. You wouldn't be jumping through hoops to deny West's and Monique's friendship, responding to my assumptions and explanations with "JFC. He did not know she was filming him doing the dishes from the caboose", or claiming the photos and videos Monique uploaded must have been sneaked without David's knowledge-- without proof-- if you weren't.

Indirect Aggression

Indirect aggression explanation and studies (initial post here):

Indirect aggression is a form of aggression that hides behind "my opinion" or "my two cents" to bully others without receiving backlash. While it can be used in sexually competitive environments (in same sex bullying, for example), it mainly extends to interpersonal groups, families, and anonymous online forums. To quote National Library of Medicine: "According to Björkqvist [15], females prefer to use indirect aggression over direct aggression (i.e. verbal and physical aggression) because this form of aggression maximizes the harm inflicted on the victim while minimizing the personal danger involved. The risk to the perpetrator is lower because he/she often remains anonymous, thereby avoiding a counterattack. As well, indirect aggression harms others in such a socially skilled manner that the aggressor can also make it appear as if there was ‘no intention to hurt at all’." I recommend reading the study: it has a few fascinating things to say about perceived threats and thinness, as well.

The study continues: "Indirect aggression is circuitous in nature and entails actions such as getting others to dislike a person, excluding peers from the group, giving someone the ‘silent treatment’, purposefully divulging secrets to others, and the use of derisive body and facial gestures to make another feel self-conscious." While I can't see your face while typing out a post, your words do a sufficient enough job: "When has she ever been stunning honestly? She’s comparable to Perry Reeves and Suzanne Lanza. Average, a little masculine, thin and no sagging. The face doesn’t matter to men like David, nor intellect."

Another quote from a study published on PubMed Central: "In indirect aggression, the aggressor often uses others in the social group to harm the target and may avoid direct confrontation, whereas in direct aggression, the aggressor either physically or verbally confronts the target." Examples? Posting one's opinions about another person indirectly to their blog by not, say, tagging or addressing the 'opposition' directly, leaving them to be told about it or stumble onto it later before they can defend themselves... that might, perhaps, fit the bill. As would calling David and Monique names; then, when given push back, telling detractors they don't need to care about your opinions, anyway. (For the record, I don't. Just found it fascinating to study the oh so subtle shifts of your narrative back and forth. That compliment's a freebie, by the way-- I try to hand out at least one in each negatively bent post.)

Conclusion, Redux

And there you have it. I'm off to dance to the Cope-a-Cabana while I continue on my merry way~.

[blackberryblueberry]

M, first & second meeting

Maybe as a means of distraction, I tried to date again. I went on dates with many upstanding folks who seemed stable and intelligent, reminding me that in this city, everyone is interesting, accomplished, driven, and brilliant. Most of the time I felt no energy to pursue any of those inroads further. One of these, the only one I slept with (this is, despite my long bouts of femcel-ness, still a sex diary), we'll call M. We matched on Tinder. He was yet another chaotic queer-coded wasian art boy--I am embarrassed to learn my type--and with no introduction asked me out for drinks. He picked the time and place. We met at a bar near me, and despite exuding waywardness he was pretty punctual. He had a pleasant face, and reminded me of a friend of my ex's that I used to have a crush on (also a wayward art boy).

He was pretty chatty. We split a pretzel, I ordered some forgettable drink, he showed me his website. We walked in the park after, and I steered us towards my block. He didn't seem to care where he was, nor did he seem very aware of his surroundings--he followed me through the park and we sat on strangers' stoops. I brought him up to my roof, asked him about his birth chart. Cancer Sun. He asked to kiss me, and I said OK, and the kiss was just OK. His face and mouth were large and indelicate up close. Going back down to my apartment involved climbing down a thin, wobbly metal ladder which scared him a little, puncturing the devil-may-care impression I had of him (as broadcasted by his Tinder pics and his outfit). He talked a lot more than I did, and always about himself, and I felt my interest in him subsiding. The sex was awkward--his dick was long and curved and pencil thin, and he kept maneuvering my legs over his shoulders even though I kept bringing them down. But he was good at eating me out and didn't seem to be doing it out of obligation; it seemed like he liked doing it. I could sense he wanted head from me, and I dug my heels in and didn't give it to him. We tried to sleep, then we had sex again but I got tired before he finished, and he ripped the condom off and threw it on the ground, to my utter shock. I asked to spoon, and we did, but it was tense and devoid of affection.

In the morning we walked out together - me to work, and him to go home, and I was very tired and hadn't slept well. Before separating he said, "Hang out again soon?" and I said, "Let's text." I texted him later the day to say it was nice to meet him and he told me he was going to watch a few films, and recommended me the work of an animator that I turned out to quite like. After that he texted twice to make plans, and I wasn't opposed, but couldn't summon the energy to go, so we fell out of touch. I felt the disgust of a one night stand, the memory of the pencil dick and the discarded condom on my floor. A few days later, an itchy painful bump appeared on my ass, and I thought, was it reckless of me to hookup with strangers in this way? We used protection during penetration, but not during oral. I decided to stop having casual sex.

Later, in the depths of my femcel-dom I thought about him a few times, and looked him up on social media. I saw that he was dating someone--and was probably dating them even while we'd hooked up. I liked her: she seemed pretty and creative and outgoing. She'd tagged him in a few pictures, and it raised my opinion of him. He seemed to be accompanying her on fun world travels. That's really all I wanted--someone available and accessible and down to hang out with me and go places with me. My dating life had been so shitty up to this point that something like that seemed totally inconceivable.

I thought to reach out again, but through triangulating Tinder and Instagram realized he was traveling around in Asia and wouldn't be back till mid-spring. After he got back, I took a few weeks to muster up the decisiveness to contact him again. (Alternatively put: it took a few weeks for the depression and isolation to get bad enough for me to reach out.) He was down to meet up. I invited him to a live music set (Eiko Ishibashi presenting the music of Drive My Car), and we met up at the fountain in Washington Square Park on a beautiful late spring afternoon where again he sort of just followed me wherever I led him and chatted about himself. It turned out we'd been in Tokyo at the same time, and I felt sad knowing that maybe if we'd kept in touch I could've been less lonely there. He seemed confused as to why I didn't go out and meet more people; he'd partied a lot and was really active. I didn't exactly say that I was extremely depressed and burnt out and couldn't find joy and meaning in anything at all, but made some vague reference to having "ADHD brain."

But those months of deep depression, trying a hodgepodge of ways to feel better including acupuncture and indigenous healing ceremonies and getting mad at my friends, combined with the onset of spring, made me feel much more disposed to think well of him. If he was chatty, then good, it meant I didn't have to produce verbiage. If he wanted to talk about himself, then good, it meant he was open and unguarded and I could just listen and observe. If he seemed totally unaware of his surroundings and was content to follow me around, then good, he'd be a good companion to my stubborn and willful nature. He was a horrible texter, but he wasn't flaky so far.

We had a longer date this time; we got dumplings after the show, and talked for a while in Seward Park. We talked about family, relationships, art and the superficiality of the art world, the difficulty of living in New York, his previous relationships. He recalled an emotionally tumultuous adolescence with intense mood swings, that he'd grown out of. I don't know if I shared much about myself. He reminded me of my other Cancer friend, whose way of talking about themselves at length felt tedious, but it wasn't that they were idiotically self-absorbed, they'd still listen carefully if you spoke to them.

He hadn't disclosed whether he was dating someone, and so I asked him. Yes, he said, he was seeing someone, and it was kind of serious. Not "move in together tomorrow" serious, but serious. An open relationship. She didn't like labels. I felt disappointed. It sounded serious to the point that it would have been ethical to disclose.

But I'd been living with insomnia for weeks. I felt a tremble taking over my body, and my heartbeat was fast and erratic. My body wasn't holding together; I was dying. I was desperate: sex, a warm body in the bed, maybe these things would work. I'd wanted to go to his place and had actually brought my things, but he said his place was too messy, so we went to mine. The journey felt very friendly; I didn't feel lust and excitement so much as comfort and pragmatism. We had talked about how we were both struggling with insomnia. "We'll sleep ten hours tonight, right?" I asked--setting the tone, probably, for a peaceful and wholesome evening. At home we talked for a while. He said my apartment was nice. "Do you ever have friends over?" he asked. I told him I hadn't, that I'd actually been pretty ashamed of moving into this bougie apartment, and he said, "I think if you have a nice apartment you should invite friends over" and I sort of appreciated that he said that. Eventually we got ready for bed. It felt like cohabitation; he showered, we brushed our teeth, we got under the covers, we kissed. He pulled me on top of him, and at that moment I remembered to ask: "Do you get tested?" He seemed surprised. He'd gotten tested a few months ago, before his trip, and then had slept with two more people on his trip. I said, I won't go down on you, then. He looked surprised, like he didn't know what to do with this information. After that it didn't seem possible to keep going. He wasn't initiating anymore, but we were cuddling.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"A little nervous," he replied.

"Why?" I said. "Don't be. Did I kill it?"

"No, it's totally fine. Don't overthink it."

A long silence. "I'm overthinking it."

"I know you are, and I don't know what to tell you to not make you overthink. It's totally fine, everything's OK." He held me to comfort me.

Eventually we started making out again, and then he went down on me, and I started to think, why not. Why not just go down on him. So then I did, and he came quite quickly, into my mouth. I was surprised he didn't give me any warning. I got up to spit it out, and he laughed. He'd been waiting to see if I'd swallow; it was significant to him. Everything felt so boyish, like he was trying to do porn: take turns going down on one another, then push the legs up, plow, do a bunch of positions, swallow the cum. If we hooked up again, I'd have to tell him to be better; to go off no scripts, to use the body's signals as a guide. I realized that's what was so intoxicating about sex with A: it was his alertness to the body's signals, and the way it was always absolutely, completely okay to stop at any time, which made me never want to stop. I'd never had sex like that before. It'd felt safe and intimate and felt like love, and I did fall in love. I would have given him anything he wanted, I wanted exactly that kind of sex, every day, multiple times a day. Every other sexual experience I had--all with straight men--fell so vastly short of it. I wasn't sure if M was straight, but I feel I had a more direct answer to the question I really cared about: straight or not, the way he fucked me was normatively pornographic.

In the morning I woke up first, and puttered around the apartment trying not to wake him. Around 1pm I woke him up because I needed to leave the apartment. We had sex. It was better, maybe simply because we'd spent so much time together and my body was habituating to his. I asked him what he had going on this week, and we said Sunday we'd be free; he said he'd text over the weekend.

I suppose I need to decide if it's worth continuing to invest in him. Already he'd shown that he wasn't very thoughtful about disclosure or about boundaries, and he took up a lot of space, and was consuming a lot of my hospitality without offering much in return, and also was emotionally involved with someone else. Was I being stupid? I feel, as I did with A, that it didn't make sense for him to be attracted to me on the level required for relationship (compatibility in lifestyle and goals and communities) and so probably he wasn't. I was so deprived of physical touch. I wanted to grab onto anybody.

[alexstorm]

I'm not new I was there since 2019. She made a video of a Christmas tree in the LA living room and it was completely silent and gave lonely vibes and spent some long times at a hotel bathroom making desperate pictures of herself. As for Mexico, Matt went there with Amanda and many fans recognised him and took pictures, Alex would have never been unseen there since fans even made a video of him at the airport this year and even airport staff took pictures with him. Yes Louise's shenanigans were also making pictures in London going back to Paris and pretending being in the UK still. He can just give her the money that's not a problem she also buys her designer clothes alone. Honestly I thought we came to the point here where we know this all already and are aware of her pretendings within hintings after following this many years. This blog stayed back a few years ago then. I know this blog mod likes to go more after her head and opinions but you should stay on the ground and understand that you don't know for sure.

If you were there back then you will know we've talked about those lonely vibes because they spent Christmas together alone without his or her family which is sad. Same with the bathroom pics which looked cheap. That whole Christmas gave an off vibe and that was only one year into their (official) "relationship".

And again with Mexico. We've discussed as well why he wasn't spotted then. This was still during the pandemic and they most likely hadn't left the hotel much. Knowing his choice in expensive boutique hotels where you mainly pay so much for your privacy it's not hard to imagine why he wasn't seen. Nobody expected him there unlike this year at the airport. Matt and Alex are two very different people. You can't compare one to the other as Matt's more outgoing.

You talk about using one's head but seem to push away any logical or common sense thoughts. Like I just said, you don't need to believe me or can still feel unsure but I don't need to follow you in that feeling.

[hzdtrees]

Forgotten Marvels, Pt. 2

[princesscandijane]

Cucking Intern (Part I Outline Only)

This started from an inspiration from a quick caption someone made from pics of me wearing a diaper and lingerie under my work clothes @mayaswell987 said “What a cuckold wears to work when his wife’s Bull is also his boss… or even more humiliating, his employee!” I loved the idea, and I was looking at one of those pics thinking of making another pic set. It gave me an idea for a caption, which kept getting longer and longer, eventually turning into this rough outline of a story from beginning to end, with some parts going into detail and other areas passing over. I had so many things I wanted to get done at home that day, but instead found myself spending the entire day of over 12 hours writing this. I was in my diaper only getting up to refill my sippy cup with more juice. Maybe one day I will flesh out the details, but I don’t know. This took a long time and it wasn’t even a whole lot (only 12 pages), maybe I’ll create some pics inspired by it, so who knows. I went through with fresh eyes to try to make it coherent, and fix some of the errors, but there are still a lot. For now I will leave it here for the internet to do with it what it will.

Cliche first person story about a guy that has trouble lasting in bed. His wife convinces him to try chastity, which escalates to diapers. At his work they hire a new batch of interns. His wife meets them at a company social meet and greet. One she takes a liking to and they have an affair, she comes clean to him and tells the intern about his chastity and diapered state. The protagonist is clueless about a lot of things. The intern now openly cucks the protagonist. He goes further down with other things of humiliation.  This was written in one sitting, and I am sure there are lots of holes that needed to be plugged (pun intended) 

Wasn't aware of Tumblr's character limit so that's why it is weirdly broken up in 8 parts.

Cucking Intern

It started because I was having issues of being a quick shooter, at times even premature ejaculation. I have had to wash my cum stains off her panties because before her panties were off I was shooting my load on her sexy panties, her beautiful stomach, and luscious thighs. There were even times when I would blow my load in my boxers before my pants were off. Those were some of the extreme cases, caused partly by her wearing something very sexy, and while she is kissing me and I grab her ass, and I can feel my penis grind against her and before I know it I have creamed in my pants.  We would have sex, those were the extreme cases, but regardless my stamina was nothing to brag about. 

We tried using desensitizing creams, and it worked some, I was able to last a little bit longer, but not enough to satisfy her. She had me start by going down on her before I removed my clothes, even when she held my hands to prevent me from touching myself I would move my hips in a way to feel enough in which I would cum in my pants. Everytime I came I would collapse in tiredness and exhaustion, unable to continue and finish her off. Somewhere around this time she had a new shower head installed with several different settings and was removable.  Sense then she started taking really long showers a couple times a day, and after everytime we had sex, or attempted to. 

One day when I came home from work she was already home sitting at the dining room table. In front of her on the table was a small pink plastic tube and ring. Not sure what I was looking at she sat me down and explained that this is a chastity device. She said she read it will help with my ejaculation problem, and it will allow me to last longer in the bedroom. She explained that I was to wear it anytime were not having sex, that it keeps me from having an erection, and she will hold onto the key in a safe place.  I did not like this at all, but we made a deal, she said if I could last 5 minutes she would throw it away and never bring it up again. 2 minutes later she was already in the shower, her panties covered in my cum in the laundry, and a pink plastic cage locked around my now deflated penis.

It certainly worked, just not the way I imagined. It made me last longer because she would not unlock me until she came at least once. It also made me a lot hornier too, by the time she unlocked me I was so horny, the chastity was off for less than a minute before it was being put back on and my mess was there to be cleaned up. My wife left the deal of if I can last more than 5 minutes she will get rid of the chastity. She kept the key hidden from me, and there were times I did try to find it. My wife seemed a bit better with our sex life, I also noticed she was taking shorter showers and only once a day now. 

At first she would get the key and unlock me after I went down on her and she came once. Then it became two, until it became when she had enough, which would sometimes be over an hour. She came home one day with a strap on for me to wear with my chastity so she can fuck me. The dildo was so much bigger than my penis, I asked why she had to get one so big, she chuckled as she said 'sweetie, that is average size.' She would ride me, only on the dildo in so many different positions, I had never seen her like this. I would get so horny I would leak out of my cage onto our sheets. Sometimes she would see that and say 'it looks like you already came, you don't need to be unlocked tonight,' or she might say she is too tired to go get the key and roll over and sleep. I would beg for her to unlock me, or tell me where the key was so I could unlock myself. I would try to bargain with her, but she would say maybe we can talk about it tomorrow. I think she realized how much control those keys gave her. The times between her unlocking me were getting longer, she said the sex has been getting better the longer I go between. I found myself leaking out of my cage during the day soaking the front of my boxers. I mistakenly made that complaint to my wife as a reason why she should unlock me. Instead she found a 'solution' to my problem. I came home from work one day seeing her 'solution,' which was to get rid of my boxers and replace them with diapers. I saw this as I was wearing my last pair of boxers stained from cum. These were not discrete little pullups, these were thick, crinkly, diapers with baby prints. She said she picked out baby looking ones because of how much I have been whining about the chastity device. Now during sex she doesn't bother taking my diaper off, she puts the strap on over it. She said it is so I don't leak all over the sheets.

Going to work with a crinkling diaper was nerve racking, fortunately I had my own office, and there was usually plenty of noise outside my office, so the crinkling didn't stand out. I had to quit coffee and reduce my fluid intake at work, as going to the work bathrooms was out of the question. I tried to hold it the best I could through work, but near the end of the work day I could not hold it longer and found myself finishing the work day sitting in a wet diaper. Fortunately I never wet enough that it was noticeable at work. When I complained that I should at least have pull ups for work so I can use the bathroom there, she thought I seemed to be fine as is and bought me a pacifier to put in my mouth when I started to complain. I was complaining one time about being worried of the diaper getting noticeably full under my slacks, or worse leaking through. She put the pacifier in my mouth to quiet me, but I spit it out telling her I was serious and I should at least wear some type of discreet pullup instead of these baby diapers. She quickly had me over her knees spanking my ass black and blue until I was kicking my legs begging her to stop. She took advantage of me having a private office by sending me to work with an extra diaper to change into if mine gets full, as well as 3 baby bottles with instructions to have them finished by certain times of the day. I found myself needing to change my diaper a little past halfway through the day. I learned then that when she puts a pacifier in my mouth it was a warning to shut up because she will have a solution and I will not like it. I was able to get by at work without anyone noticing that I was wearing a diaper and chastity cage under my clothes by keeping mostly in my office and sneaking my soaked diaper out in my bag.

Every year at work we get a fresh batch of interns, some are hoping to get hired on full time, others happy to have something professional to put on their resume. The company has an after work social meet and greet at a nice bar to introduce the new interns to others in the company in a relaxed setting. My wife was with me as we talked with some of my colleagues and their spouses. Occasionally I would feel her hand sneak down to my diaper butt, feeling my diaper and once squeezed it. She would smile and whisper, 'don't drink too much, we didn't bring a fresh diaper' I was so scared someone would hear her or see her grabbing my diaper. I introduced her to all the new interns and we all chatted a bit with polite conversations. There was one intern my wife seemed a little fascinated with. He was tall and muscular, and used to play wide receiver in college. I never knew my wife to be that interested in football, but she seemed interested in everything he was saying. I even saw them chatting at the bar, shortly before she went to the bathroom. I didn't see where he went. 

My wife's mood was a lot better for weeks following the meet and greet with the interns, although she got really busy at work. She had a new client that kept her busy with work, working late nights, taking late meetings, exhausted and no interest in sex when she got home. Despite this she was smiling and cheerful when she was home. Unfortunately because we were having sex less I was getting unlocked less. I asked her if I can be unlocked on nights we weren't having sex so I can jerk off in the bathroom. She said no because she may decide she wants sex later and wants me to be ready.

One time I complained too much about how long it has been sense we had sex and I had cum that she thought it best I remember my true position and took away my big boy privileges at home. As soon as I get home I drop to the floor on my hands and knees as I take off my work clothes until I am in nothing but a diaper. From there my big boy privileges like walking and talking are taken away and I have to crawl around anywhere I go. My wife thought it looked strange for someone crawling around in a diaper to have so much man hair and had me keep myself as smooth as a baby's bottom. She started buying me little shirts to wear under my work clothes so when I got home I could remove my work clothes and instantly look like a baby. Things that said ‘I’m a baby’ or ‘pampered.’ The shirts were getting noticeably more girly, one even said ‘baby girl in training.’ We weren't having that much sex, and when I really started begging to be unlocked is when she would start making a list of things I needed to do first. It started out with simple chores, but everytime I wanted to cum, more things were added to what was called my to-cum list. As if she was seeing how far I would go, while making it gradual enough that I ultimately cave. More chores were added, she would add slightly more embarrassing things for me to wear around the house, like a onesie or a little baby dress. Something I didn’t want to wear, but if it meant I was going to be unlocked and get to cum it wasn’t that bad. My to-cum list grew to where it would take me a couple days to do them, and some were perpetual, such as doing the dishes, taking off her shoes and rubbing her feet when she got home from work.

One evening while my wife was working late I was so horny I was laying on the floor and when I started to move it started to feel good. I started grinding my hips on the floor, feeling some pleasure, almost as if I might be able to cum.  I got lost in humping the floor in my diaper. I didn't even notice my wife standing there looking down at me as I was doing this, I eventually gave up in frustration, turned and saw her standing there with a grin ‘was that fun? I think you lasted longer with the floor than with anything.’ Frustrated for not being able to cum and embarrassed for her seeing me like that I crawled to her and gave her her foot rub. When I was unlocked I was starting to get better at lasting longer, seeing me hump in my diaper gave her the idea I should be diapered when I cum so there isn’t a mess. She started untapeing my diaper to unlock me, put the tapes back on and let me hump or rub the front of my diaper. She would put the chastity back on and tape me back up in the same diaper leaving me to sleep in my cum soaked diaper. Though I was pretty sure I was getting to five minutes, granted in my diaper, but it felt like with this embarrassment I could last longer than 5 minutes. My wife did let me have sex with her to prove how long I could last, it was so embarrassing, she brought out a kitchen timer and set it to five minutes. ‘Ok baby, let’s see what goes off first, you or the timer.’ She guided me in her while she was on her back in basic missionary. As soon as I was all the way in she said ‘you are so big,’ without any enthusiasm as if reading from a cue card. After the sounds she made with the strapon, she wasn’t even trying to sound like she was faking. She said, ‘that’s it, right there, keep going, don’t stop I’m about to cum,’ even though I knew she wasn’t as soon as the words ‘don’t stop i’m about to cum’ left her mouth I felt myself go past the point of no return, my wife recognized my face, and started chuckling. I spurted inside her to the sound of her laughing and the ticking of the kitchen timer. She locked me back up, and put me in a diaper.  As she finished taping my diaper the kitchen timer went off.

[shespeaksinsongs]

🌷- Draco talking to his friends about how submissive and dumb Y/n gets when he fucks her and Y/n hears. Later that night she makes him whimper and whine with the door and windows open so everyone can hear.

Idk what this is, sry...

Here's a picture of Draco:

join my fairy tale celebration! <3

That pic of him is so cute. Also, I just wrote it in the third person because I don't know how to describe sex from a man's perspective T-T I got lazy at the end :/ but I hope you like!

"She's a crybaby." Draco said, answering Blaise's question on how Y/N was in bed. His mates laughed as they continued inquiring for more information on how good she was.

"Yeah, and she gets so dumb and subby." Draco said proudly, as if every word that came out of his mouth wasn't a huge lie.

Unfortunately for the blond, Y/N wasn't too far away, listening to him blabber on about how dominant he is over her. She rolled her eyes, deciding she'd just have to teach him a lesson the next time she saw him - a huge one.

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"What did you say again?" Y/N said, slowly ringing around Draco's tip with her fingers, watching as it got redder and larger by the minute.

She smirked, watching Draco babble gibberish as an answer while he twisted under her touch, bucking his hips upwards.

"Sh, sh," She soothed getting off of Draco, who was instructed not to touch himself or Y/N. "You'll get what you want... eventually."

The girl laughed to herself, taking off her underwear tantalizingly slow, dropping it over his toned abs.

"Pl-please, Y/N." Draco pleaded, his cock slightly twitching around. "I'm sorry for saying, ah!" He screamed as Y/N swirled her tongue around his tip, lightly sucking on it.

Y/N positioned his dick to align right with her hole, teasing herself with it. "What's my name, baby?" She asked condescendingly, both of them fully aware of the open windows and all the people that could hear them from their (unprotected by spells) room.

"Y-Y-"

"Use your words, babe." She mocked, pulling him further out of her the longer he took to answer.

"Y/N." He whispered, his throat dry from all the heavy breathing.

"Say it again." She said, twisting a hand around his throat and playing with his balls.

"Y/N!" He screamed, sighing in relief when she sank down on him.

"That's right, love, don't be shy." She said, bouncing up and down on him, letting him place his hands on her hips as she moved. "Let everyone know who really dominates you."

"Y/N!" He screamed again, for the second time of many that night.