#is this praise

[kochei0]

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

[aveloka-draws]

I was playing animal crossing w my boyfriend and he pointed out how that game also had a sort of father figure with twins under his care so uh

The one who waits (extremely chill version)

[suicideassistance]

Praising you for every hit so you smoke yourself braindead.

“There’s my good girl, keep going.”

“You’re too high? No baby, you’re just overheating. Let’s take these clothes off.”

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re so beautiful like this.”

“You’re dizzy? Lay down, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.”

“Don’t worry about what my hands are doing. You want a body high don’t you?”

“‘Atta girl, hit it again.”

[fangedflower]

I get wet just from kissing and making out btw

[noperopesaredope]

I wish we had more female characters like Eleanor Shellstrop. One of the most unlikable people you've ever met. Read a Buzzfeed article on most rude things you can do on a daily basis and decided to use that as a list of goals. Makes everyone's day worse just by being there. Dropped a margarita mix on the ground and tried to pick it up, only to get hit by a row of shopping carts which pushed her into the road where she was hit by a boner pill delivery truck, killing her instantly. Cannot keep a romantic partner despite being bisexual. Had a terrible childhood but will die before she gets therapy. Best employee at a scam company. Just the worst but also can't help but root for her to improve.

Absolute loser. Girl-failure. Bad at almost everything. Literally perfect female character.

[mimisfantastyblog]

Need one of those chairs with a built-in dildo. Just imagine, you call your friends over for dinner and place the chair along with the other normal chairs in the dining room. You make me wear a skirt with no panties and force me to sit all the way down in the dildo chair. Your friends arrive for dinner and sit right across from me, completely oblivious I'm sitting on a dildo as to others and, it looks like a normal chair I'm sitting on. I almost make it through the night without anyone noticing until you suddenly slip a vibrator inside my skirt on max and place it on my clit which causes me to cum with a loud moan right in front of your friends. I look up, expecting them to be shocked only to see them stroking their cocks. Turns out they knew from the beginning. I look at you, wanting an answer only to see you grinning and I realize you were prepping me for a long night all along.

[eydilily]

this is fine

[lilwhoresposts]

why are we not cuddling while you’re groping my tits?

[notaluckypup]

The intimacy of getting to know someone’s kinks and slowly but surely slipping them into conversation~

Slipping them that extra little “good job” after basic tasks and watching their cheeks get hot and their eyes dart around the room.

Asking them to grab a drink and watching the jolt in their step when they register the word “fetch” a second too late.

The back and forth debates and silly arguments ending in cutting them off with a simple “you’re so cute when you get excited”

The tease behind all those knowing glances and trace of the hand touches becoming just too overwhelming until my poor pup is stuttering through conversation and grinding its thighs together begging to be touched😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[chanafehs]

I don’t care about Joe Biden leaving a book store holding 100 years war on palestine. I really don’t. That demon is going to burn in hell regardless of this PR stunt

[lilcherry06]

😇

[svgartwinky]

I need someone to do this to me.

Spank me.

Put me in my place.

Tell me what a naughty girl I’ve been.

[foldingfittedsheets]

The mattress company I worked for the first time no longer exists. It was long ago eaten and assimilated by a bigger company. But when I started it was an incredibly intense five weeks of training. I was told I was extremely lucky to be selected, and I was. From a pool of a hundred applicants only fifteen of us made the cut to entering the training program.

The course covered how to talk to customers, how to ask open ended questions, how to close a sale, and product knowledge. I learned a lot, and truthfully my greatest takeaway was a lot of social scripts that I could use in other areas of my life.

We also had a midterm exam and a final. Both included a roleplay element with a trainer and a written portion. They told us when we started that the course was challenging but it was still a shock to come in after the midterm and realize half the class had failed.

I was named valedictorian of training- a dubious honor as it meant I’d done the best in the class, but popular lore had it that valedictorians struggled the most on the sales floor. Lo, I struggled.

Not because I wasn’t good. I was. But because my manager set out to systematically destroy my self esteem. Every sale, every interaction I had was scrutinized and criticized.

If I sold a bed with protectors, moveable base, and pillows he’d ask why I hadn’t managed to sell pillow protectors too. His first trainee had thrived on being challenged and he’d never bothered to learn a different way to coach.

It was wretched. My performance started strong but nosedived after a few weeks with him. My trainer, a man I loathed for stonewalling me in my interview, came in to inform me I was on new hire probation. If I couldn’t get my sales numbers up I’d be let go.

His actual phrasing was, “When you have a bandaid do you like to rip it off or pull it slowly?”

Since it was eminently obvious why he was visiting and because I thought it was condescending I sweetly informed him that I liked to soak my bandaids in hot water so they come off on their own.

He was briefly startled at this derailing but then got on with the bad news. I signed some forms stating that I understood my job was in peril.

I went home furious. I thought long and hard about why I wasn’t succeeding and how frustrated I was with my manager. I came in the next day and my anger had crystallized into a cold sharp edge.

My manager opened his mouth to address the probation and I snapped, “Just leave me alone. Go in the back if I have a sale. If you must address a serious issue then you will give me praise on two things I did right and present it as a compliment sandwich. Otherwise just say good job and shut up. Your constant nitpicking just makes me anxious and I do worse. Back off.” Belated and begrudging I added, “Please.”

He raised his eyebrows in dim surprise but I’d gauged him well. He backed off. Dutifully he’d meander into the back when I had a sale and praised me when I closed it. I resented knowing it was only because I’d demanded complimented but they still boosted me up. My numbers skyrocketed, I landed my first split king sale, and I exited probation with flying colors.

The trainer came back in to congratulate my manager for turning things around. To my gratification he gave me credit for setting him straight and said I’d taught him a different way to lead. My manager would often genuinely praise that moment when I’d stood up to him, impressed with my stubborn refusal to fail and my insight into what would help.

My biggest takeaway from the whole thing was just that people need positive reinforcement to succeed. Praise people for doing a good job. If you’re ever in a position where you need to criticize someone put it in a compliment sandwich instead of just saying the negative.

[rottenpupper]

being talked to like youre a literal dog>>

"aw puppy you wanna get fucked? want me to talk you thru it? really? go fetch your collar then sweetheart, cant have an uncollared pup now, can we?"

"do you know any tricks puppy? paw? do you know lay down? can you sit? good job! fetch that toy and sit pretty on it"

"dogs cant speak, you know that silly! whine for me instead. good boy"

"can doggy take the knot for me? cmon, push it in pup, bark when it pops in instead of moaning. thats it, good job sweetheart, youre taking it so well for me"

"im gonna let you put it in deeper after you make some pretty noises for me. speak! do a woof?"

[mimisfantastyblog]

I wanna be taken to a breeding farm against my will because I had feminist ideas. I'd scream and cry but my breeder would just tie me up to a pole out in the field and different men would come and breed my pathetic little pussy while passerbys get to watch as another feminist is turned into a good girl. By the time I leave the farm, my body count is above 50, "cumdump" tattooed right above my pussy and heavily pregnant with an unknown man's child.