#it doesnt look reak

[deadduvznap]

Noncon insane wilbur content pls I'm starved <3 -Hatter

it hasny been a month so im on time !!!! okay but fr revbur would kinda likes being nonconned like. obv hed hate it somewhere in the back of his fucked up mind he LOVE it like hed love being cnced okay and its like okay hear me out drag him to the lmanburg crater yknow the one covered in glass and fuck him on top of that pin him face down and push his face into the glass and just straight fuck him and hes bleeding bcs theres no prep so ur using his blood as lube (which is so hot btw) and hes yelling at you to stop and hes trying to push you away and he wants to break the glass to get away but if yall fall from that height both of you will die and well he doesnt want that and hes begging oh my god hes begging so hard and so loud he just wants you off of him but he doesnt want you to stop or get off of him but he hates that you are violating him like that and you just keep fucking him and calling him men disgusting names and you cum inside him and leave him laying there on the glass full of cum and bleeding and still hard <//3

[justageneralsimpindeed]

Mappa did this on purpose.Those who read this early I have not finished this the internet just hates me an decided to post my work early.

Tw:rough sex,hints of jelousy,established relationship, hair pulling,random weird man,mentions of aftercare,choking,breeding kink,face sitting,fingering,mentions of children,cockwarming,loss of virginity,The last line if ya know ya know

"Y/n, Im home,"Nanami called out.But all he had gotten as a response was silence.Odd.You normally greated him when he came home,that's what nanami thought, so when he walked through the house to see you weren't there,he began to worry.Was this his punishment for being engaged while a jujutsu sorcerer.

He paced around calling out your name until he spots on the frigde as he walk into the kitchen a note he hadn't before noticed.

"Babysitting.be back by 8, food's in the oven. See you xoxoxo <3"

Although he feels the urge to sigh on how you didn't text him prior,he feels a sense of warmth at your words scribbled across the back of a torn piece of scrap paper you had found somewhere.Did this mean he wasn't going to track you down and watch over you. Nope!

After a while Nanami found himself outside a small house in Yamanshi-Cho. knocking on the door and waiting for a reply.When it doesnt come he peers through the window knowing that what he is doing is inappropriate but for you he has too.Only when he seeks you out does he find a child laying on your chest sleeping soundly with you.He chuckles as he leaves the window,image of you snoring,drool slipping past you lips,neat hair a mess.

"Um excuse me?Do you have any business here?"Voice asks with peaked curiosity,as nanami turns he sees an elderly man with teeth black or missing , back hunched and frame leaning on a cane. "Yes, im here for my fiance, I brought her lunch" he says lifting up the paperbag,with a stoic expression on his face.

"Prove it."

"Excuse me."

The tension had somehow built to an immesurable peak, and Nanami couldn't help but notice how the man before him reaked with envy.

"What is your issue with me being here?"

"CAUSE THATS MY FUCKIN DOOR!"

"Im just trying to deliver food to my fiance-"

"Your bitch aint here!"The elderly man swaying drunkly yells causing a ruckus.

The door opens to said ruckus revealing your slightly tired form and a child no older than three held against your hip in your arms. "Mr.Horuda,you're back,"and as if on que he flips a switch,voice turning into a sickly sweetness as he attempts to flirt with you,nanamis fiance,right infrony of him."Is it me or have you turned into a model from the time I left,"You giggle nervously as you hand him back his grandson, with sad eyes "Sasuke-tan , unfortunately we can't play now but I'll see you soon.Thank you Mr.Horuda for letting me take care off..."Only at that moment had you seen nanami,looking as aloof as you left him."Nanami?!What are you doing here?!"

"I came to pick you up.I brought food."He says as he begins to walk away,you give sasuke one final hug before you run off to catch up to nanami "Bye bye sasuke!"You call out,waving over you shoulder,just in time for you to see him repeatedly opening and closing his fists babbling at you.

"Nanami did you pick me up just so could take me on a date to meguro-gawa?"You giggle pinkies intertwined as you walk down the pavement with him."Actually I wanted to dicuss something."are the words that leave his lips that intrugue you."I want a baby,"nanami starts your face flushes, as you begin to fully comprehend what he means."I specifically want a baby girl,but a boy is fine."

"W-what where did this come from?"

"From seeing you babysit,you were upset that you had to leave sasuke,"Nanami pulls you down onto a nearby bench,fully taking your hands in his own,eyes watching you red face begains to become somehow redder. "Nanami-kun..."You whisper,trying not to bring any attention to the two of you. "Of course if you don't want one,ill wait until your ready even if its forever." He mumbles out scooting closer to you."But understand this ,i will be at yout side no matter the choice."You feel yourself flush as you hug him burying yourself into his chest."Marry me,"

He lets out a soft chuckle "You already asked me and I said yes"

"Then marry me now"You pout lifting up your face to meet his,the sudden boldness making him flustered.

That's how you ended up at a love hotel in meguro,nanami pounding into your tight,virgin pussy,despite him not wanting to hurt you.But you loved it.Every second of it.

"Shit!I'm going fill you to the brim,my love."Yoir faced only flushed further at his words as he rammed into you,ass turning red from the constant slapping of nanamis thrust. "Na-Nanami,ah!"a sudden yelp leaves your lips as you squirm due to nanami hammering his cock into your cervix. In an attempt to hold you still he moves his hands from wrapped just under you breast to bruising you hips,but not even that worked so he did something you didn't expect but certainly didn't mind.

He grabs a fistful of your hair,pulling you back to him as you try to crawl away,spasmming from overstimulation."Kento-Ah!"You yelp out as his cock pummels your cervix.

"Good girl,suck me in an- nghh let me breed you..hmph!Shit!"He groans pausing every word to knock the air out of his lungs as your cervix's life seem to flash before its eyes.Your crying and shaking,tounge lolled out with your eyes rolled back from hours upon hours of cumming.

He'd thrown you on the bed when you had gotten to the love hotel,nipping at your neck as he had slipped you out of your clothes(constantly asking for reassurance of you being comfortable) and began to finger you with his thick fingers.At first it was one and within the span of five minutes he was prodding a fourth at your hole,tounge sucking at the bundle of nerves and eyes staring at your tear filled one before you dragging you to sit on his face demanding to be suffocated by your glorious mass if he was to die.

As you find yourself cumming for the fifth time you can't help but wonder how did you get into this,with your love ramming into your womb whispering sweet praise into your ear from behind with his hand either pressed around your neck like a necklace or his hand yanking on your hair like the reign to a horse when you try to escape.

You barely remember when you had been knocked out from nanami's thrust but you do remember how his sculpted torso pressed against yours as he collapsed by your side after a few seconds he wipes your hair out of your face ,lips gently planting a kiss on your lips .To which you smile"Oh so my baby girls awake,I didn't go to rough on you for your first time did I?"he says sitting up and crawling ontop of you to plant kisses on your shoulder"Mmmhh...don't care,kento..."you grumble out a little groggy from being rendered unconscious by your fiance's dick.

"Nanami."

"Yes,love?"

"Why did you want a girl more?"

"..."he pauses"I dont want him hogging you?"

"Is that why you havent pulled out yet"You chuckle,to which he chuckles back before sighing"Ill get something to clean you up"

"You too."

"Y/N you literally fell unconscious "

"Mrs nanami says let me take care of you"

He laughs at the fact you had already adopted his last name despite not yet being married.

"Kento,baby.I think you need a vacation?"You voice,he wants to protest his occupation as a sorcerer denies him that vacation but he allows you to speak since you seem persistent .

"Could we go to Malaysia after the kids are born?I want them to see it to."You smile,and nanami does too as you saying the word 'kids'.He was going to have a family and now he truly must protect you from everything.

"Malaysia...that sounds nice"

[malikryx]

RUNAWAY- MALLEUS DRACONIA PT.1

Angst-fluff

Word count-445

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Night one

It was the dead middle of the night, you were trying to sleep but couldnt. You were restles, your thoughts crowding your brain. With all the stress you've dealt with… it only makes sense you were thinking so much. Crowley had been more harsh and started making you go to teacher meetings in his place so he could lay around. You had tp deal with idias overblot recently and are still recovering from some of the injuries.grim was causing more rouble like always though some of the first years had tried to help it wouldnt work out well.

You had noticeable bags under your eyes and overall looked like a mess, vil has offered several times to treat you to a spa day with him and you would love too if it werent for how busy you were. Thankfully two good things have happened trien, vargas, and crewel are livid from the fact that crowley puts more work on your shoulders by blackmailing you to do it. They are planning on threatening crowley back into doing his job by saying theyll call the police. And if he doesnt do it they will. Youre grateful to them and sam for all the help theyve been.

The other good thing is malleus. Between vil and idias overblots, the two of you have gotten reak close. You might even say you've fallen inlove with the fae.hes been one of the only things you look forward to when you get back to the dorm. Youd always see him outside on your room balcony with a soft smile. Youd chat for awhile, gossip about whats going on in life, and before he leaves go give him a tight hug. It happens everyday and you are so glad he entered your life.

As you got lost in thoughts and memories you fell asleep, unaware of a fae watching you mumble your love and gratitude for malleus in your sleep.

Lilia chuckles and goes back to his dorm with a small smile on his face, “this next week with be very interesting~”

Night two

You were restless once again, you couldn't understand why you were so restless. Even with the sleeping pills and the warm milk and dead silence you just couldn't. It felt like something was missing…

“I just want sleep..” you whine aloud. Unaware of the dragon fae entering through your window.

“Trying to sleep before youre favorite part of the day, human?” he chuckled and sat at the end of your bed.

You immediately jolt up and stare as you realize what was missing and quickly scoot closer to him, giving him a tight hug.

This was the only thing you needed. All you could ever ask for is to always be in his arms and enjoy his company.

[blorbobird]

KISSES IN A BROOM CLOSET (pt.2)

status: nsfw

fandom : hotd! harrypotter au!

pairings : jace/aegon & luke/aemond

This was a improper use of the silencing charm.

"Jesus Fucken Christ-" Jacyers swears as he's shoved against a door. Cushioned with a warm, firm chest against his. Chastised moans mingling in the hormone-reaked air.

"You swear to your mortal Gods?" Aegon humors with a cruel quirk of the lips. Rolling his hips into his awaiting palm below. "Your true nature really does show itself, Strong."

His fathers name used as an insult, returning the bitter favor by tugging a fistful of white hair until the opposite male winces.

"Dont act righteous, inbred. Not when your cocks in my hand," Jace warns. Meeting the crazed gaze without an ounce of fear pulsing through him.

Aegon keeps his grin as lilac eyes flicker down to the younger's lips. "The irony of it? Calling me an inbred as you hold your uncle's cock?" Jace bites his tongue at this for just long enough to not get a word in. "Whose self righteous now?"

They had been raised different. Rhaenyra's boys so true and kind and well. Alicents offspring had become vain and corrupt rather quickly. Either way, Targareyn blood ran strong in the mix of them. Fiery and fucked up.

Lips met each other is a fierceness of clashing teeth. Waring with their mouths. Tongue's battling for dominance as hands explore eachothers bodies. Aegon's self righteousness is so thick Jace can practically taste it. He wants to taste more-

"It's your mother then," The crazed voice doesnt stop and Jace sighs. Ceasing his movements on Aegon's cock.

Regretting why he was here as he draws for breath. It all happened so quickly it could hardly be kept up with or fully registered. Quickly beating hearts and nervous touches.

"The whorishness. Im just surprised you havent begged me to fuck you yet-"

Aegon's face is met with a loud slap. The same palm just stroking his cock, an act of violence is made from. However, such a movement provokes the opposite of what the Strong boys intent was. It spurs the elder on in some odd sense.

"Im done." Taking a step to push him off but he's met with resistance. "You twisted sadist —"

Ringed fingers meet his jaw to keep him in place. "Masochist, actually. In this scenario," Pushing their lithe bodies together. No room to breath now. Chests rising and falling as one. As if trying to show physically how well they fit together. "Look at me,"

He doesnt. "I have a girlfriend," Jace sighs. Some what defeated in his voice. A whispered after thought.

A snort. "Ah, yes. That Stark girl." The suname is said like a swear word. "Whats her name? Sansa?"

"Sara." Jace says finally meeting his gaze. "Her name is Sara."

Aegon doesnt seem all to pleased at the mention. Like he doesnt want any other name dropped from his lips beyond his own. Jesus Fucking Christ Himself included. "How'd you to meet?" His tone filled with cold humor.

Rathering to not jog memory lane of fucking the Stark male then cheating on him with his sister. Perhaps Jace was a whore but he couldnt confess that to himself, none the less Aegon. "Im not doing this,"

"You're the one who brought her up," Nearly unblinking. Refusing to look anywhere but his eyes as he has finally captured the sight of them. "I saw you two last night at dinner. News traveled fast. So imagine my surprise when you kissed me-"

A scoff. "Dont make this my doing!"

Aegon brings his face down a half inch closer. "Its both our doings. Merlin knows you tasted this good I would've initiated it sooner."

Truth be told the elder Targaryen had thought of it often. Never admitting it to anyone but since a young age he enjoyed his nephews visits. He hadnt known if it was obvious, but he tried to play it off not to be. Aemond loathed them and partially that fault, had been Aegon's own doings, but that's a conversation for another time.

He enjoyed their visits the same way Alicent enjoyed Rhaenyra's. Never admitting but those who knew, knew plenty. Secret admiration that was never made any good of.

He'd make up for it now. All of it. Starting with this, starting with him.

"Im sorry," Aegon says breathlessly. Quiet enough that if Jace wasnt so close he wouldn't be able to hear it.

Jace eyes soften a bit and he hates it. Not what he says, but how he says it. His hardnening features softening as he looks upon Jacerys in near-defeat. It makes his stomach tumble in a way thats not all that settling.

"Kiss me." He whispers and no more time is wasted before lips are upon his. Hungry and eager. Neither knew what this was, perhaps for now just kissing and getting another off until Aegon had to leave, but maybe that was enough.

A gasped moan as Aegons hips grind against Jace's. Using friction to get himself off. He'd cum all over that burgandy sweater of his until it was stained. Something of Jacerys he could mark up as worn in and ruined by his own doing.

Skin — yes. He needed to mark up his skin too. Brand him as his personal whore. Lips cascade from his mouth to his jaw to his throat. Teeth gliding against a pulse until he finds it.

Someone screams distantly but he doesn't care.

"Fuck," Jace groans tilting his head back against the wood of the door to give more access to his neck. The once comfortable sweater now suddenly all too warm. He needs it off. Now.

"Look at this," Moving his teeth off to glide his tongue against his brusing work. Sealing the hickey with a layer of saliva. "Gryffindors golden boy being ruined by such a dark wizard." Aegon attacks his neck again before he can talk his way out of this again. The idea of sending him back to his little girlfriend with welts of another lover.

The previously distant screams multiply by people it finally meets Jace's ears. Causing him to stiffen. Eyes widening alarmed.

To Aegon it is mearly all an annoyance. A meaning of cock blocking that has him pinning Jace ever so much harder against the door. A silent scold of 'Dont you dare think about it'.

"Whats?," He begins and is abruptly cut off.

"Nothing." Aegon grits against his tan skin. "Ignore it," Kissing lower to lay another pretty mark against his collar bone. Tugging the hemline of the collar aside to brand him all over. He better not cover these, all his hard work. Aegon works hard for nothing. This would he such a waste.

Jace almost does. Meeting his hips against Aegon's until a clear (and very distinct) scream brings him out of his fogged-up lust.

"Luke?!-"

The blonde growls. Despising the name suddenly. "He'll be fine," Two seconds away from tearing the damned sweater off him. Release was so close-

"He's screaming!" Jace pushes Aegon off, mostly worried above all else. "What's happening?"

He doesn't have to guess. Aemond, probably. Thats all the psychopath talked about. Before they got here, on the way here, during the ceremony, after waking up. Blah, blah, blah.

Hands go to Jace's zipper. Undoing it whilst he still can. "Help me get me off in five seconds and Ill help you," Wanting to see his cock more than anything. Now their time was being ruined by the little, younger, brat of a boy.

And oh … is his cock splendid.

"But what if he's-"

Aegon, the maniac himself, gets to his knees. "He'll be fine." Sliding his tongue across the leak of precum edging from the slit. The salty flavour has him humming and Jace gasping in shock.

"He can survive one more minute," He says finally before taking the Strong boy's cock into his mouth.

[metaphor-cheese]

hey!! I’m curious to hear your thoughts; what don’t you like about mission marvel?

Oh geez a lot of problems w this episode

1: phineas is just…bad

Im not opposed to phineas getting angry in theory but it has to actually be like. In character. Cos phineas usually NEVER gets angry and he consistently ADORES candace and looks up to her. He’s very smart and quick to fix mistakes and takes things in stride. Even when he and ferb were trapped in a second, dystopian dimension he wasn’t so much mad about THAT as he was that perry lied to them. So for him to suddenly real on candace and yell at her is just. Dumb and forced. Yeah, its a reasonable thing to be upset over, but phineas NEVER gets angry that easily and especially not at candace. I feel like in any other episode he would take it in stride. The justification is meant to be that the stakes are higher this episode which could work but they’re not communicated well. All we see of the villains is doof parading them around and being goofy while they get annoyed. And like yeah they beat the superhero’s but watching it i never felt any kind of dread because it wasn’t super clear what the consequences of that were.

Ok to explain better: in across the second dimension the stakes are established VERY well. We get a lot of screen time of 2d doof establishing him as a threat, we know exactly what he plans to do (take over the prime dimension as well) and phineas and ferb are personally invested in their own goal (getting themselves and perry home). Halfway through this film, candace unintentionally destroys their only easy way home. And phineas barely fucking reacts. This is a story with much better defined reasons for phineas to shout at candace and he STILL doesnt.

So it makes NO sense that he’d be so mean to her in this episode where the stakes are much more generic and vague and where he has no personal investment in them and when candace- his ROLE MODEL who he loves to DEATH- is trying to help and be nice. Frustration i could understand at a push, maybe if the superheros put a lot of pressure on him, but snapping at candace is just…no. Thats so forced, i cant take it seriously

2: oh my god the faux-feminism is SO awful

I ranted about this some in the tags of my ‘isabella is poorly used’ post but heres the gist: the whole thing about candace and isabella lamenting sexism in marvel or whatever just REAKS of being written by men. Its so bad lmfao. Being on the nose isnt what makes it bad- but it does kind of set you up for failure when you have no idea what you’re doing. They idea of this plotline is the girls have been pushed aside by the men all episode and at the end they save the day. Simple. Even then they screw that up lmfao

On candace’s end: phineas shouting at her was out of character and dumb like i just mentioned but also. It was kinda her fault???? Like yeah it was an accident- but it doesnt play well into your feminism theme when the most prominent girl in the episode is so clumsy and wants to impress the big manly superheros so much she keeps fucking everything up.

And then isabella has like. What motivation for this???? Isabella isnt really pushed aside in the show and i cant recall any moments in the episode aside from buford saying he’ll get baljeet instead of her. But even then…that doesnt really read as sexism??? If ferb had done it maybe, but with buford it reads more like worry and ‘nah im his best friend. He’ll listen to me more’ it just doesnt work. Maybe the point was he meant it that way but isabella interpreted it to be sexism but then you’ve just slid into ‘haha sjws are such snowflakes they think they see discrimination everywhere’ territory and nobody wants that

THEN oh boy the crowning jewel of terrible for this episode. Y’know, the moment the girls are meant to save the day? The one we’ve been building towards? Where isabella realises they can use the satellite. Good, right? Isabella is a smart girl, of course she can-

She doesnt know how to operate it. Because she thought phineas was so attractive in an astronaut costume she zoned out.

The strong female character meant to be proving women have a role in superhero stories. Doesnt know how to save the day. Because she was distracted by the big handsome man she was in love with.

Like literally how do you fuck up that badly its almost comical lmfao

I dont even know why they tried honestly. God if this was their attempt at sexism i’d HATE to see what’d happened id they tries to tackle racism or something. Seriously what the hell what year is it 1950? Where we’re meant to be celebrating women and critiquing how they’re pushed aside in the overwhelmingly masculine superhero genre and we instead make them clumsy, forgetful ditz’s who are too obsessed with and distracted by the big strong men to function in the story and who only save the day through an accident?

God this episode is trash.

Listen theres a handful of things i like in this. Buford calling baljeet his best friend is precious, buford’s superhero sona being a bear fursuit and a dead fish is hilarious, i like that cute moment where hulk and baljeet fistbump and hulk pretends it really hurt- that was so precious- and i quite like how realistically Siblingy the apology between phineas and candace was. But the episode is still trash and i refuse to accept anything but the first thing as canon lmao

[hooned]

omg, your tags! yes omg the way tine is afriad to hear sarawat's answer but at the same time needs sarawat himself to give him the strength and comfort needed to ask said question really just hits me in the feels. because to tine sarawats hug makes him feel like everything will be ok. and i really cant. and the way sarawat doesnt prod at his odd behaviour but just waits for tine to tell him whats wrong ;_;. it just reaks of intimacy .

"to tine, sarawat's hug makes him feel like everything will be ok." the way this just tugs me in the heart strings bb. 🥺 RIGHT?? like,, tine had been super reluctant to face this head on because he was just SO AFRAID OF KNOWING THE TRUTH. but we all know what he does when he's afraid. he's done it as well before when he had to perform with his guitar in front of many people. he looks for sarawat, and finds refuge in his presence. the way he instantly calms down whenever sarawat tells him it's gonna be okay. AND YES. SARAWAT KNOWS TINE WILL EVENTUALLY TELL HIM WHAT'S WRONG. he knows he just needs time. and time is what he gives tine. he never pries or never force the truth out of him. he just lets tine come to him in his own pace because he knows prying would just scare tine even more.

isn't it so lovely just looking at them?? them knowing each other so well and knowing exactly what to do and what not to do?? and the fact that they are growing together,, not just as a couple but as individual persons,, 🥺 i'm— *cries*

[strawberryspeachy]

So when i watched death note in high school it made me curious about real japanese police work. I read about it alot and came to the conclusion that their justice system isnt too great.

Im currently upset that a coworker who i took as a friend - not only disliked me all along - but went as far as to lie about me to get me in trouble. That no one cared to hear my side. That i was fired on the spot. That people turned their back on me immediately. That no one cares.

Well. 17 year old me would have said. But of course. In Japan your guilty until proven innocent. That japanese put on a show but dont truely like most people. That they band together and will go out of their way to avoid any kind of conflict. That they care more about a pretty appearance than solving anything. 17 year old me that only heard and read about Japan knew these things. 17 year old me imagined this cool different country that works because theyre proud of this... performance way that they live. And i was amused by it. All i knew was america and european history. I was so hungry for something different. I was so interested in different people.

Then I went to Japan. I got here and it was too similar to manga. How silly, i thought, those a comics - i didnt actually expect the country to be like those comics. And ive never really been able to place what that made me feel but id grown past this bemusement of different “alien like” people. Theyre just people who live in another country i thought. I dont like america and our norms. I know nothing but america but i dont agree with any of our steriotypes. You cant describe me the way most would try to describe a typical american. So why would people from any other country be different. Im sure theres people like the sterotype - but certainly more not at all like that.

And i got here and i watched the smiles on service workers slowly fade when they thought no one was watching. I watched children put trash where it didnt belong thinking no one was watching. I was girls laugh loudly and run around and yell at their boyfriends. I watched drunk college kids hollar and reak havoc in the city. Not robot people, not obedient children, not, quiet and demure girls listening to the men, not studious students worried about their reputation. Just people. The same people i saw back home.

And so i thought. Its the same. Different history. Varrying values. Same old people - judgmental and watching everyone ready to scold them if they deem it necessary.

But that guilty until prooven innocent thing. The fact that the old way of caring about your reputation is still a solid work practice.

These things. Make me feel like... i guess.... to my dissapointment. Maybe america really is more free...

I dont want that to be true. The us is so full of itself. Just like healthcare. I want universal health care to be a good thing and at very least in japan its not really. Its better. Its more affordable. Maybe their problem is just how much they hate drugs and thats what stops real care.

But. Ive always been a cautious person - i just dont want to get in trouble. But ive never thought id be in a situation i couldnt talk my way out of - because i dont do anything super bad. Maybe sometimes ive pressed the limits - but never outside of... like i drank underage. I tried to get into bars i wasnt old enough for. Ive dodged paying for the train fare. Dumb things. Things that the worse that would happen is i gotta pay it somehow or id get scolded. Drinking under age is against us law but its almost never taken too seriously.

But its occurred to me. Yeah. In japan it is guilty until prooven innocent. I really could have gotten in legal trouble for baseless allegations.

And japan is as racist and people say. Theyre friendly and try to talk to you in english and say nice things. And it doesnt seem like racism to a person from the states. Out racist look at you with digust. They wont touch you. They wont talk to you. They dont want to know about you

But here... it takes the form of a racist parent who grew up in the 50s and knows that theyre not supposed to be racist but still is.

Theyre welcoming and friendly to your face but talk shit behind your back. They ask a bunch of questions like (in america “where are you really from”) they refuse to accept you might actually belong. They constantly want to assert how different you are so instesd of telling you that your different - they ask questions or explain what theyre doing. And if you say ‘yes we also do this’ they react with disbeleif - what? No! You couldnt possibly get this - this is our thing and you are not us! And they constantly ask if you miss your home. Assume that you’re uncomfortable because they are. Also also. Instred of not wanting to touch you here - theyre much more willing to push you out of the way

Theres many mixed race kids here now though. I assume theyll have to do the same thing that happened in America. I havent met any mixed race adults but ive met plenty of white dads.... all trying super hard to assimilate to the point that they walk around talking like robots. Swearing that everything japan is great and they dont miss their home cointries at all. Pretty similar to the immigrants of america from when my mom was a kid.

So i still think at least for japan. Theyre way more similar to the west than they think they are. But these restricting regulations that they live by... really does make the country seem not as free as id ignorantly beleived it was.

It surprised me because their rules are so much like the way my great grandmother talked about stuff. And while were supposed to care... we just dont in the states. Respect your employer? Sure we say we do to their face but talk shit with coworkers. Worry about your reputation? Eh think im a bitch i dont give a fuck whatcha gonna do about it? Nothing thats right. Dont like another person? No one cares. Like that person or dont - it doesnt change anyone elses relationship with them. Make a mistake? Well if your boss fires you - everyone already probably thinks their an asshole cause generally mistakes are just met with some form of dickwaving belittlement. Pretty sure most of us get mad everytime we hear a story about someone getting fired because they posted a picture of them in a bikiki or having fun - most of this generation agrees thats dumb and has to change.

I feel more like an american now than ever. Americans are reluctant to change im told. Yes. I suppose we are. We might not know the rest of the worlds history but we kinda know our own. And as much as ive alwags agreed with the sentiment that cultures are different and thats just the way they want to be.... we used to be these ways but decided it was restrictive and controlling and mentally abusive and fought it...

Ive been reading more about the work culture in japan to figure out how he fuck this went so wrong. Apparently when young japanese people enter the work force, they cant even have friends as distractions outside of work because their boss will move them away from home.

Ive already read that japanese think suffering is good and seniority and witness first hand their preoccupation of appearing busy over actually being productive. Its just this constant performance.

Perhaps i did stress him out to the point of physical pain. I remember having a massive meltdown where i shook and it felt like my brain was melting after i tried so hard to be a good nice person. I did whag people apparently like. I changed myself to just agree with people and be positive and assume the best in everyone. Then my “friend” told me that i was a bad friend because i asked them if they would people drive their friends home so i could to sleep at 4am. And the two things just didnt click. I didnt go to sleep that night. I sat at my desk shaking for the next 5 hours and having flashbacks.

Im talkative. I talk as much as i do here in real life. And i have alot of questions. I talked to him a lot. Made him look not busy. I know he liked talking to me. I know he did. Thats why i got confortable talking more. He was always surprised when i asked him questions about himself but once he started answering he kept talking. Yeah. Its nice to have someone ask you what your thoughts are on topics. What your experiences have been. Did you like those things or not. I know japan it a group think culture - i guess they get there by really draining out ANY idea of individualality. He told me hed never been asked what he likes about himself. In the us were asked that constantly from elementary school “what do you like about yourself. What do you like about your friend. What makes you different?”

It kinda baffles me... questions and thoughts like these are so common in anime.... and obviously anime is popular in japan. Obviously obviously. Im confused how theyre watching these programs often with such deep meanings.... and not taking anything away from them. In the states our tv programs are always being restricted and stuff because they might give us “bad ideas” but they aren’t restricted here and yet... it seems no one takes anything from them

When i visited japan in 2013 i saw a teenage girl in huge heels lose her balance and stomp on a middle aged womans foot. That woman had already been standing like her feet were in pain and she made a face of being in so much pain. The girl rudely didn’t apologize and the older woman said nothing. She smiled through her pain...

And i also complained to my coworker. Not full on complaining. The small ones you make at work when youre not sure of the extent you can go to. At first he held off like the other teachers. But. Then. He started complaining back. It got to me not needing to be the one say an annoyance first. Like i asked how his meeting was. Other people i worked with might leave it ah it was a bit slow but necessary. And he started that way. But instead he started responding to me a succession of statements the slowly crept more toward his real feelings. ‘It was good... we didnt do much... or anything, i just sat and listened and took notes. we dont learn anything, it takes up a lot of time but we have to go. I dont like those meetings. I dont know their pupose... but were told to go so we must’

Whatever. Im just gonna keep rambling and complaining about this cause it sucks and is awful. Contracted woth my company i wasnt allowed to publically critisize japan. I imagine thats why you dont often find many things on the internet complaining. You will literally be unemployable if your name is attached to critisisms of this country.

Where as everyone can come to the states and tell us to our faces how much we suck and how much cooler their countries are. And generally the younger general is just kinda like - ‘you right’ people write articles all the time shit talking the states and we just go ‘ya we deserve that’ we do. Im not saying dont do that... but like... maybe just maybe. Were doing the good thing where were like

Haha call us fat! We are fat. We love us some mcdonalds. Hm.... why though. Actually we need to fix that. Why are people eating so unhealthy? What is the underlying cause of this problem? Lets try to work on that - and then we fight amoungst ourselves.

I like that... i like thay thing we do

In the states you might not want to become a ‘whistleblower’ and in some industrys you might get black listed for something dumb. But at least we talk about it and agree its a problem. In japan no one wants to even admit they have problems.

Know what else i told him. I talked about how were overworked in the states. That our work culture has gotten too similar to japans and we hate it. No one working 80 hour weeks thinks that they should have to do that. Of course i didnt go about it that way. I told him that my friends back home work 80 hour weeks and its unhealthy. That i cant work that much and refuse to. He i imagine counted how many hours he works and laughed and i said - oh haha yea i guess you also work that much. And he looked so much like he wanted to cry about it in the same way my friends back home. But said its natural in japan and that hes gotten used to it. But he definitely didnt mean it as he said it. I told him my friends say that as well. That i think theyre workaholics and i personally cant do it. That when work calls them they always pick up the phone even when they dont want to. But i dont do that. When my job called me as a server id ignore it and call them back later when it was too late for me to be asked to come in and ask them what they wanted.

Maybe to him my stories felt like when i read about students in europe being allowed to not go to school without reprucussions. It made HAVING to go to school evem more annoying. Why cant we choose to take breaks? I heard that place doesnt have homework - meanwhile im given at least 6 hours work a night! Not everyone has to do this? Other places learn things for fun?? They dont have to keep up with standardized exams that dont account for different teachers and school districts?? A 50% in that country isnt a failing grade???

Those were already shitty things but to read about them not bein universal did make having to endure it more upsetting.

Doesnt change that im stoll upset with him for not saying anything to me. Doesnt change that im mad that he made stuff up.

Really me rambling on about this doesnt change my presepective on any of it. Im just bitching

[sleepygaybrough]

Richie + Alcohol HCs

-when the losers are sitting in bills basement drinking alcohol beverly stole from her parents, richie doesn't drink it. he doesn't want his mouth to touch something thats caused his parents to hurt him

-because obviously, he doesn't want to become his mother

-so whenever its his turn to drink, everyones trying to get him to take a sip

-they just don't realize whats going on through richies brain

-eddie would say "come on, pussy. i did it. ben did it. what could it hurt?"

-and richie looks up

-his eyes are red and filled with tears. he makes eye contact with everyone in the room, stanley last.

-stan then realizes whats going on and he stands up, grabs the whiskey from the boys hand and gives him a reassuring smile

-thats when beverly understands

-then mike, bill, ben

-eddie is still clueless because richie doesn't talk about his personal life with eddie much

-he doesnt want the smaller boy to get worried about him

-thats when richie spills everything

-he didnt get that bruise from falling off his bike. he got it when he accidentally spilt some water in the living room

-his house reaked of alcohol and dirt

-there were broken bottles everywhere and you had to watch where you step

-thats why nobody goes to richies house

-and thats why richie won't ever touch a drop of alcohol

[discoursecatharsis]

As someone who doesnt ship Kacxa, seeing people (especially sheith shippers) insist that theyre actually blood related when canon debunked that theory and the best excuse is that they look similar reaks of the same gross stench as broganes. I dont mind people exploring it in fan works, but I've deadass seen people say 'fuck canon, Keith and Acxa are related' particularly by sheiths, like you couldnt be more hypocritical and be more threatened by a ship that was confirmed never intended

I haven’t seen anyone insisting their related but if they are, that’s ridiculous lol

[thegurlbehindthesmile]

Head Storm.

If i don't take minute to write these things down they just weigh so heavy. where do i begin.

i'm frustrated.

sometimes its like a repeating nightmare. Its me and brian and we are on a 13 hour flight to Germany. this double decker plane is huge and filled with strangers and i cant see their faces. i know our destination is a long way away. im tired. and there we are in the middle row. u next to me and me on the isle. We're sharing your blue ipod with music i never really listen to and this is the moment im stuck in.

for a minute my body goes into drive. at first you think the dream would play out as i remember, but this isnt a memory its a dream and now that im more aware- more awake within the dream; im always asking myself.

why am i here? wheres juan? wheres julian? (thats right this is a dream/ im sleeping)

and i realize im meant to doo something. and i go and look at brian and its not the same. i can barely see his face and i no longer remeber the sound of his voice. its as if im stuck in my seat.

the dream is almost paused- as i struggle to put these pieces of the real memory back together. its like im waiting. im waiting for brian to speak first. im just sitting here. on this plane.

i went to russia in 2005. the trip was from philly airport to germany than germany to russia.

it was for a youth peace team mission. we met up with kids our age over there and talked about religion and life. it wasnt just us two- we had a team of our friends and it was amazing.

It was the first time i had left the country- it was the first time i had flown without my mom. first time i felt homesick. the first time i saw how big the world really is. how there is so much to see and so much going on. it was an experience.

i never knew Demisexual was a thing. (The term 'demisexual' comes from the concept being described as being "halfway between" sexual and asexual. ... The gray-A spectrum usually includes individuals who very rarely experience sexual attraction; they experience it only under specific circumstances.)

i didnt even know what sexual was- i was young naive and anything i did know about sex and beauty most likely came from the wrong place. i managed to get all the way to freshman year of highschool without really relationships that included sexual and non sexual.

freshman year was horrible. i was the new girl becuase i didnt attend the same middle school as the other kids and my prior school was MUCH smaller than the highschool i went to. but i was excited for the change. i asked for the change.

its easy to say "well idk?" when u have lack of experience. Idk why i was single so long. idk why i never wanted a bf. idk why i have never kissed anyone idk? idk? idk? (...now i know) my first thoughts were always like omg maybe noone wanted to kiss me? maybe im the weird one. less desired. not wanted. i was the problem. i imagined my body was less than perfect and i guess my attitude and demenor wasnt the dating type (lies) i just felt weird and alone.

sometimes people cant make a sexual connection unless they have an emotional connection with someone as well. it isnt prude it isnt wierd its just how it works (literally) the better and more i get to know you i can finally start feeling any real connection at all especially sexually.

this new demisexual wasnt even a thing until i was half way through my twenties...THAT and pansexual (not limited in sexual choice with regard to biological sex, gender, or gender identity.) people would ask "well whats ur type?!" idk id say?? i didnt even realize internally i found both sexs appealing. not even just sexs just ANYone. hearts not parts we say now.

i was basiclly lost ,frustrated and didnt understand a damn thing about myself.

brian and i were friends. we went to the same church- we lived in the same town. our families knew each other. it was a very safe space for me. i didnt think brian liked me. ( i didnt think ANYONE liked me; that way anyway) i had guy friends i had girl friends i just felt like we were all at the same level. most my girl friends had kissed people, most had bfs; same with the guys. i just didnt... it wasnt that i didnt like brian- i just had no idea what any of this stuff was. how to even begin "liking someone" i wasnt stupid - i was scared? i felt scared. worried that becase i hadnt had the experiences - that i wasnt good at ANY of it. i got to know brian because he was around. youth group trips and church events ; school- we were always hanging around each other.

i was never a physical person. honestly self pleasure was the only pleasure i knew and i thought id be going to hell for masturbating so theres that complex. a secret i held tight forever.

i didnt know the more i talked and was around brian i would fall inlove with him. people SAYYY that- but in my world it was a must. it was inevitable. as long as he was open with me and vulnerable- i began to want him.

he was my first kiss. and he let me kiss him. it might of seemed innocent ( i mean it was really) but it was big for me. the only person in the world i had let in. and he was ready to reak havoc on my new world. kisses lead to make outs- making out lead to sex- and that was that. id say i was his or he was mine but i guess we were each others. i wasnt ready to do this with anyone else. i didnt think i even could. it took so long for brian to become this person for me. i was..postive; id make this love last a life time. but that wasnt the case it was a rocky 3 years but at the end of it i personally learned alot.

i still didnt know all that i said above. on my rocky one relationship road... i was frustrated. i didnt know these things existed and while life seemed easy for brian- it was not for me. i struggled and argued with myself resulting in very poor communication with brian leading to only end in sight. if i wasnt making an emotional connection with my person then it had to be the opposite; i wasnt interested at all. almost the opposite- i felt nothing.

i let the hurt find its way in- i let it block any form of fix. the emotions were turned off. and the result was sexless.

i went on a rampage and found a random lover. Peter was ..peter. i didnt know him prior to meeting him- i barely knew much about him at all. all i knew was i was numb and needed to feel again. ( now if only i had known who i was i would of tried to build and talk through these emotions, break some walls down. reopen the lines. reconnect and succeed. but i didnt know that. all i knew was i was hurting and i nolonger had my person- i wanted to feel again.) i wouldnt even say i was attracted to peter. i really wasnt "looking" at all. i wasnt looking with my eyes or my heart.

i was already pretty good at hurting myself just plain jane. but this was a whole different world. what if i could just have sex and not care. just do it and live. just feel something. and i did it. i found peter and yeah we had sex. i was postive i didnt want a relationship ( i was heading down the wrong road in the wrong direction WITH no directions) it was a mess. a mess that didnt last long (thankfully)

i look back at it now and would like to have lunch with peter. although im sure im a spek of nothing in his life stream; he was a pretty big rock in mine. mainly to say sorry. sorry for using him. more sorry that i had no intentions at all. i was a shell of person and im sorry he never got the chance to meet the true me. cuz im not that person at all. and i think he was geniune and we could of learned alot from each other.

i am 30 years old now and still to this day brian and peter are the only people ive slept with except my current husband.

ive trusted 2 (brian and juan) of those souls with my heart. my whole heart. ive been with them to the extent i lost myself. my body has craved them and known them. and they will forever have a piece of me. they took with them what insecurities i had and threw them out the window. i was engulfed and loved and it didnt stop. i had alot of sex with brian as i currently have alot of sex with juan (my husband)

if i had known who i was then i would of talked to more people. resulting in more meaningful connections. resulting in more stories and experiences to tell about. girls guys gays all different kinds of souls i would of touched and danced with. but i didnt know what i know now.

time has given me the learning ive neeeded and now i know alot.

as my nightmare continues its me and brian sitting on a 13 hour plane. i want to ask him how he is, and what hes doing. what other souls hes experienced and what life is like for him now. we would laugh and joke and unerstand that life goes on and although we are not lovers any longer we wouldnt be who we are without having known each other. on this plane its noone but us. reality doesnt hit because its just a distraction and we just want to catch up.

its like a clock is ticking and were anxious. as if he too knows this is a dream, a mear astroprojection into a memory. and noone talks. we both stay silent. its almost like i cant breathe.. its almost like im drowning.

i havent spoken to brian in atleast 10 years possibly. not a single word. across the universe is a soul i once loved wholefully and now were strangers. i think a piece of me hurts still today. like a lost limb. how can i go through life and succeed at only making connections that count when my first connection is fried and dead.

how do i begin to process the things i now understand when one small piece of me is gravitating through space.

i was told not to long ago that you are infact alive. simply living- trying to stay to urself.

as this new person i am. as i am learning and growing. you were a big part of who i was- i wish u could see who ive become. my soul acknowledges your absence and i am aware of it.

i hope love and light find you on ur dark days. and that you follow that light to become whoever you are meant to be.

[nyangibun]

But do you seriously think they will turn Dany into a villian in season 8 all of the sudden, there isnt much time left. And season 7 doesnt sound like they turn her into a villian.

Isn’t she already?

She’s the “villain from the other side” because let’s face it, the last thing Westerosi people want is three grown-ass dragons breathing hellfire on their lands. They’re already struggling as it is because of this war, and now winter is here? Shit. They’re not gonna be happy, especially because of who she is. Not only is she a foreigner on their lands trying to conquer it, she is also a Targaryen. The last time there was a Targaryen war, you bet your ass the little people got screwed over first. 

Maybe they’ll be happy that she’s getting rid of Cersei because by this point, no one likes the Lannisters. Even the Lannisters don’t like the Lannisters (Jaime killing Cersei for 100 points, please). 

But what S7 will show is how far Dany is willing to go to “claim what is rightfully hers”. She’s already brought over the Dothraki army and they’re known for pillaging and raping. She also promises them land if they help her win but whose land is she taking? The Westerosi people? How will that benefit anyone? Why should they bow to a queen who steals from the already downtrodden to give to an army that has hurt their family and loved ones? 

Also, when is it ever okay for a person to come to a country they’ve never been to ever and rule it simply because their ancestors did once upon a time (and nearly ruined it too, mind you)? The whole idea reaks of white colonialism, and that for me is reason enough why Dany shouldn’t be on the Iron Throne. 

I don’t believe she is a villain though. I do believe that in her mind she has good intentions, but the road to hell is paved with good intentions. What she considers good and just is another person’s evil. That’s the point of writing the whole “a villain on the other side” storyline. It brings to light how easily perception plays a part in how we sympathise and empathise with other people’s causes and actions. So with Dany, I believe she’s more of an antagonistic figure – someone who is morally grey and whose goals may clash with that of the Starks, who GRRM has said is at the heart of this story. 

So I may have digressed a bit there, but my point is Dany’s been morally questionable for a long time now. Her upping the ante in S7 is a natural progression. She will not “suddenly turn into a villain” in S8 because she is more morally grey than completely black and white, and it’s already happening. You just have to look and not get suckered into the whole “messiah” nonsense. 

[absyoung55]

It's Not Worth It

Part 2 

Part 1

 A/N: I threw the Scottish accent out the window sorry.

The jeep ride was silent both Stiles and Y/N seething with anger. “Aren’t you supposed to be at a party?” Y/n glared at Stiles “I saw you leave Heathers Birthday party. Why were you there?” Stiles kept his eyes on the road but was gesturing spasticly “I was there to protect You” Y/N mumbled propping her elbow on the window ledge and putting her hand in her face “protect me from who!? My friends?!” Stiles screamed at you “Your friends weren’t the only ones there!” You snapped at him. “Yeah I know YOU were there” Stiles looked at you for just a second his expression one of hatred. His comment boiled your blood your fists heated and glowed red hot you held them up to not burn anything. You had saved that fucking girls life. You had allowed Heather to live you could have let the Darach take her. But she was Stiles friend.

At Heather’s party: Y/N had followed Scott and Stiles trailing behind out of ear shot so Scott couldn’t hear you. Or smell you. You observed a short blonde girl kiss Stiles you nearly burned the front door down peeking through the side window. Then they left Scott and disappeared into the house the girl reaked of lust. You could smell Stiles a mile away his chemo signals off the charts. Y/N rounded the corner of the house to peek through a window and there it was. A hideous human being no lips to cover her teeth nor eyelids to cover her bright blue eyes her face mauled and scared. Power rolled off her, supernatural Power, a power you had felt before a long time ago. She was a Darach. Once a druid but was now on a dark path. She started messing with the girl alone in the cellar. A growl ripped through your chest and the thing turned you couldn’t tell if she was shocked at your presence. She waved her arms about; to use her power on you. Y/N crouched and your own power burned bright your eyes glowing violet locked on the hideous thing. Springing forward on your heals you tackled the disgusting thing, wrestling her to the ground straddling her you gripped her forearms and shoved your knee into her wind pipe and incinerated her. Within minutes the Darach was a pile of ash. The blonde girl was released from its spell. Just then Stiles returned with something, and the girl screamed at him and stomped away. Stiles followed after her trying to understand what happened in the 5 minutes he was gone. You kicked around the pile of ashes to make sure there was no evidence of murder. Then you looked around for witnesses thankfully there were none. That’s when you heard it. An Alphas howl. Loud and strong really strong. Curiosity consumed you, Scott could protect the Stiles right? With that comfort you headed to the source of the Alpha cry.

Back To Now:

 “Stiles pull the fuck over NOW” I was furious. My fists burst into flames as Stiles swerved to the side of the road “ What are you gonna do WALK home?! woah.” Stiles was just as furious until he saw my blazing fists. “A-are you okay whats happening?” my eyes glowed violet and I stared at his heat signature “ I dont have control” what is happening I’ve never lost control. Black stripes zig-zagged across my body. I slammed open the Jeep door and fell into the gravel on the side of the road. My claws dug into the cool rocks charring them upon touch. My tail whipped wildly around my legs. I felt pressure on my back and I looked up, Stiles had gotten out of the Jeep and was in the ditch besides me. “ Y/N look at me” I met his eyes “Calm down” like a well trained dog I obeyed, the glow left my eyes and slowly the black stripes receded. God damn what is this boy doing to me? I collapsed on to the gravel, earning a laugh from Stiles. “I have a way with calming out of control werewolves” Stiles looked at his finger nails and pretended to shine them on his hoodie, I rolled my eyes and rose from the gravel. “Im not a werewolf, I’m part werewolf part werelion with a whole mess of complicated” I put my hand on my hip and z snapped my fingers. It was Stiles turn to roll his eyes, I smirked at him. We both got back into the jeep, “Hey um so whats with the flames I mean Scott doesnt have flames… and Malia definitely doesnt have flames..” I looked down at my lap playing with my fingers, I peeked over at Stiles, He was looking at the road then me then the road then back to me. “well its a long story” we just then pulled into his drive way. I pretty much lived at the Stilinski house the sheriff, even though I was thousands of years older, treated me like a daughter, I loved Stiles, I tried to love him like a son, considering our age but its difficult, so right now I’m settling for friends/ roommates, It wasn’t hard to convince the sheriff and Stiles to let me stay with them, I cleaned, cooked, did laundry fixed things, and worked on the jeep. In return I slept on their couch. Stiles shut off the jeep and turned to look at me “Well we have all night” I looked at him in disbelief that he wanted to know. Stiles hopped out of the Jeep and opened the door for me. “Thank you sir” I sarcastically hopped out of the jeep “M'Lady” Stiles pretended to tip a hat. We walked side by side up the side walk and I shuffled to the side so Stiles could unlock the front door. Once we were inside I felt awkward, “I dont know where to start…” I plopped down onto the couch and Stiles sat quietly next to me. “I guess start at the beginning” Stiles shrugged his shoulders. I let out a long heavy sigh “well my father was a bitten werewolf and my mother was a purebred born Lowenmensch- er werelion. My mom was an alpha but she died giving birth to me so I was actually born an alpha. My mother’s sister; who was not a werelion, but a banshee, raised me because my father hated me for killing my mother and wanted to kill me to become an alpha. Anyway Lowenmensch are different we um this is kinda bad, but most Lowenmensch only live on a diet of pineal glands,” I looked over at Stiles to see his reaction but he had a neutral expression “its a part of the brain Stiles..“ I searched his face for disgust but there was none. “I’ve heard of worse Y/N” Stiles slowly reached over and took my hand in his and began running his thumb over my knuckles. “Don’t worry about what I think it doesn’t matter” Stiles attempted to comfort me “ Stiles what you think means the world to me ….” I couldnt look at him so I looked at the floor memorizing the pattern of the wood. “But why?” Stiles sounded concerned “it’s a part if my story if you want me to continue…” I looked up at Stiles and he raised his eyebrows and nodded his head for me to continue “I lived with my Aunt until she passed away when I was 20 years old, she died from a mysterious disease at the time but now I know it was a vitamin c diffidence. Anyway she wanted me to have her pineal gland be my first and it was, after eating it my senses were heightened, my roar was more powerful, and my eyes glowed purple and I came to learn that I could heal the sick and wounded. After she was gone for a few weeks my father came looking for me. When he found me his intentions were clear, he was going to kill me. He never even laid a finger on me my roar scared him into submission, and I never saw him again. I stopped ageing at about 18 so when I turned 50 and still looked like a teenager I knew I had to leave my village before they lit the torches” Stiles laughed and let go of my hand and relaxed into the couch “I left Scotland and traveled to Europe, my first stop was to help the tribes build Stonehenge. Then I made my way to Rome, I fought in the Colosseum and became an undefeated champion. They moved me to Greece to fight their gladiators and beasts. Thats where I met Plato and Aristotle and started studying to be a philosopher. Eventually I had to leave Greece because of the apples.” Stiles looked confused “apples?” He lifted an eyebrow at me and I laughed a little “at the time to throw an apple at a woman was a propose of marriage, I was young and beautiful then so I was constantly bombarded with apples” Stiles looked like he wanted to say something, he opened and closed his mouth a few times searching for words “you still are young and beautiful” Stiles mashed his lips together and looked at the ground “thank you Stiles” I leaned over so my face was under his as he looked at the floor a huge smirk plastered on my face. He thought I was beautiful. “No problem” Stiles smiled crookedly. “After Greece was the renaissance so that was horrible, I spent weeks painting with artists all over Europe specifically I was an assistant to Michelangelo painting the Cappella Magna - er Sistine Chapel. I was the one who would bring him meals and more paint and other disgusting things I don’t want to talk about.” I shuddered and Stiles gave me a look “Chamber pots” and that’s all I had to say for his eyebrows to shoot up. “Anyway I moved around a lot, I never really connected with anyone until my first visit to Beacon Hills. There was a Phoenix here at one time, phoenix are evil creatures they set anything the touch on fire they look pretty much like burnt crispy zombies, I murdered one of the last ones in front of a little boy it was going to kill, after the phoenix died I took its pineal gland. Since then I’ve had a problem with my temper and my animal transformed into a tiger, and I have an affinity for fire.” Stiles hand had settled on my clothed thigh. “You saved someone? From the phoenix?” I felt a sadness weigh on my heart “I only wish I had been there sooner to stop others from loosing their lives, I only saved one boy” Stiles stood up “One boy can make all the difference that one boy could have grown up to do amazing things” you thought about Elias …. Elias wow I am so stupid Elias was the man from your squad in Vietnam “Elias Stilinski” the name left your lips the same time the front door opened. “Hey dad how was work” Noah entered the house “Boring but I’m not complaining” I stood suddenly startling both of them “Noah, … were you named after anything?” The wheels kept turning in my head pieces clicking into place “My father named me Noah after his sergeant that lead him through Vietnam untouched He said he was the most noble and selfless man he had ever met and hoped I would be like him his name was Noah..” “O'Mally” both boys looked at you “the men always called me Ma'am” both boys faces were shocked and their jaws fell slack “Elias. How is Elias I know he’s not dead” I looked at Noah hopeful “He’s.. He’s… growing old effects everyone different” I nodded my head slowly a tear escaped and rolled down my cheek and I wiped it away and sniffled. “He is a good man I ran into him a few times in life, Stiles he was the boy I saved from the phoenix.” Stiles looked at his dad and his dad stared at Stiles. “My father named me after You?” I laughed really hard so hard I crumpled to the floor clutching my gut. I heard Stiles snicker and I looked up to Noah with a grin plastered on his face. 

 I made spaghetti for supper the whole time I was cooking Stiles and I talked I told him all about little Derek and Vietnam with his grandfather how I left the Hales and came back and they were gone and what I had done after to cope then I got to the part with Lydia “Stiles something happened to me that night,” I let out a heavy sigh “have you ever heard of an imprint” I stirred the noodles “You mean like a baby duckling when it hatches?” I giggled “well sort of, a werewolf imprint works differently, it’s kinda like you’ve found your soul mate you would do anything for them you would die for them, it’s an extreme kind of love.” I looked at Stiles he was looking down lost in thought his bottom lip trapped between his teeth with his eyebrows mashed together. “It’s very rare and only happens every thousands of years… It’s happened to me… I- I imprinted … on you.”

[airbnbfestivals]

Weed: How to deal with it in your rentals by someone who deals with weed rentals and weed daily for over a decade.

Some background. I'm well aware some of this makes me look like a shit, but it is what it is. I was a cig smoker for ten, and a pot smoker for bout 20. I have lots and lots of experience with both.First, if you dont want weed because you just dont want it. Then say so. don't make any excuses as to smell or this, that, or the other thing. The reason why I say this is then you leave the door open to things like "vaping doesnt smell bad", "weed doesn't stick like cigs do" or any number of factual statements that actually demonstrate your worry is unfounded. You not wanting it is good enough.I'm a daily toker. I toke in my car, in my hotels, in my house, outside. Everyday. Not a lot but a bowl or two a day minimum nowadays.When i first started toking it was much more taboo than it is now. Instead of getting kicked out of a hotel, youd likely have the cops called on you. If your car smells like weed at all, youre likely to get searched or held until dogs arrive. Anyway.When I smoke in the car I smoke, roll down the windows, spritz an freshener, and then wait a few minutes and the smell is gone. it's not coated on my car dash, windows, fabrics or anything else. Ive smoked in the following hotel brands EVERY TIME I STAY. Hilton, Holiday Inn, Best Western, Kimpton, Soho House, The Robey, The Mondrion, Crowne Plazas, and a lot lot more. Low end to $700+ a night ritzy. And yes, basically every bloody airbnb I have stayed in. Yes, I break no smoking weed rules almost everyplace I stay. This makes me an asshole, but it also makes me an experienced asshole.Nowadays I usually carry edibles or a vape pen. I have no justifiable excuse other than I leave no trace and do no harm so I dont feel guilty about it. In addition, most of those places will charge you 200 to 500 bucks for getting caught or leaving a room smell like smoke.I can count on 3 times over more than 1.5k ish stays over the last 9 years or so where I got a request for smoking payment. 1 of which was because I was at a wedding during new years and pocketed a cigar and left it in the room. As soon as we realized they were trying to tag us for a cigar I was able to direct them to a camera out front that showed me pocketing it and how much had been smoked. Had nothing to do with weed, but we had smoked weed in there.The other time was because they found a cigarette butt inside the room in the trash, soaked in water. (I carried it in from outside). Had toked weed in there, but didn't smoke a cigarette in there. They didnt' smell anything according to them, just assumed as they found a butt. Whatever.The process I follow is simple. I throw a towel by the door. Open a window, and turn on the bathroom fan if there is one. I also carry ozium or similar when I travel. I smoke, then pack everything back up in an airtight container. Then I spray ozium and wait a couple of minutes. If I'm leaving to do something immediately I'll likely dash myself with a drop of cologne, if not then I dont do anything else.This is literally it. This is all I have ever done to avoid being charged hundreds of dollars by a hotel. this is all I have ever done to avoid a scathing negative review from a host. This is all I have ever done to avoid being fucked with by the police whenever I have been stopped or by neighbors in my apartment building complaining. If weed was like tobacco I could not do this. Tobacco smoke sticks, lingers, and stays.You can't spray a room and get rid of the smell. You actually have to wash everything. In college I was a cig smoker and our apartment REAKED TERRIBLY. Our friends who toked more than twice as much as me, but never allowed cigs never smelled like weed unless they recently got done toking. People could visit them without walking out smelling like an ashtray. That could never happen at our place when friends came by.In addition, we run shared dorm style listings. If both randoms in one bedroom are 420 friendly, we will allow them to smoke in there assuming they follow my above listed policy. This same policy is why our other guests on site never know that people are toking, they never know there is marijuana in the house unless they ask, and we never have any additional cleaning to do after them when they check out. I'm lazy as fuck. I dont allow cig smoking because I dont want to deal with the extra work involved and having other guests complain about the smell. We allow weed because we have none of those extra negatives. As long as they follow our weed rules, it's all gravy. When people don't they are cut off from the privilege and are directed to our backyard. Not a big deal in warmer months, but it does suck in the colder ones. :PThe reality is this. If you can smell someone toking it's because they did it recently, or have done nothing to try and get rid of it. It's really as simple as cycling the air in the affected areas and re-introducing any other new smell. It could be a solid fart, it could be air freshener, it could just be a standard cleaning. Short of there being another source for the smell, that's all you have to do to get rid of it. Your couch isn't going to reek like weed. Your curtains dont need to be washed. There's no sticky film on your windows. Instead of crying wolf about how it's the same as tobcacco and you have to do all of this extra work, just try what I detailed above and call it a day. I promise you it works. It's the same process ive been using successfully for over 15 years.​​ Get $20 off your first AirBnB stay.

[bhadpodcast]

I know they were trying to put a con together in Japan I think?// That'd be cool. I haven't been able to find any fanart in japanese and I've been actively looking lol. There's one korean artist i love (Ha-Neu) but I can only find their art kinda sprinkled about, not really in a solid spot. They do mostly sterek but also steter, sciles and a couple stydia pieces but i can actually appreciate those bc it doesnt reak of scatt and stds. Idk if they CAN get too involved lol but i love them so much.

I feel you. I think I know the artist, they were in the sterek zine?

[evildentistkiller]

Man, girls are so pretty.

Like, I really sat down to think about it snd they're so gosh darn pretty and beautiful. And sometimes I wonder, "why dont I like guys?" Cause I'll look at a man and understand that they're cute or attractive but I'm never attracted to one or the possibility of me being with one doesnt come to my head and I dont know what it is but lately I've been thinking about it. Especially since lately ive been hanging out with so many straight guys (lol). So far this is what I got (not a generalization of men btw)

Guys tend to be too childish. When a guy is kinda childish and dumb its a big turn off for me idk why. Theres this whole thing that they really can barely fend for themselves in the world and you'd kinda have to baby them and take care of them. I think women actually tend to be more independent and hard working. Thats not saying men arent these things as well. But when a guy is all hard working and independent its usually in a showoffy way. With women its kinda hot. Like, idk maybe I'm just gay and full of shit. But i kinda wanna figure out why i love women so I can explain it to my family when they figure it out and demand reak answers other than "thats just how i am".

[areyouratcliff]

beating worms has lost its faith in humanity

burned out  and watching out for badgemen with abs flexing on the beach shooting male enhancement into their asses strong no code cooking meth in basements wheres my fucking dmt i pay your loans off with my blood you beat me and jerk off to it later 

you report any incident sling that gold standard sling that arm losering agent beat a funky junky steal my tv steal my adderall kill that native women after fucking her on the hood of your squad car laugh at it cry fear beware cowardly enbrace of fighting for laws that make sense i was getting high you sent me to the cage and deined me medical care you fucked up that guards nose you just dont remember bring another 5 men when i need a nurse od on my blood suck it down and piss your blood stained pjs rape my ass and fuck women the ends justice the means beware the artist impound my pounds and smoke them up in the fire of the sun laughing at the loser with autisim who is an erm normie fuck you and the horse you road in on goodbye whores farwell purged my gut stole some lines robbed my dank shit then sold it back to me death waits and doesnt judge to much for his blade is always ready and you are dying of cancer behind that fresh skin suit you killed every junkie in the city with your campaine of death and dishonor 

shes hot she has nice eyes she knows how to make me bleed milk she knows where my spine is she buys from the cook whose a slave to gunmen she does rails she shoots power rangers in her arms she doesnt understand how this plan came about she rides on my car she stole my cash i joked i played i ate pissy vagina shes close to the id shes close to ego shes on my mind he did enough blowcane he sucked that demons dick he fucked his back up fat heavy breathing looks liike a cropse smells like one reaks of hardwork that got to no where why do i show bloody and broken why we show up for our slave master every week 5 times why do we try why do i try why do i need it why do i want it why does it shit in a bag why havent they cured it why havent they figured out the organic hardware why do you fight so much why do you drink so much why do you fuck why do you speak why do you think why dont you want me to think my do you want to enslave me why do you cage why do i bleed so much why havent i died when will i die why do i care about these useless crack rockers and gang bangers why do i fuck hoodrats why do you fuck him why are you slave why i am free why cant they hurt anymore why dont i stab his neck till hes dead why do fuck up why do i get high why do i love her and her and her why do i care about him why can women be so rapey why dont you run away why dont you get the joke why dont you try harder why are you running on windows 98 why do you rub it in that your a badass in all leather why do you shit the bed why do you do drugs because it will kill me and 1 person will not mourn this dirty proto hipster why did i survive the psychos and dispatchers still hurts cant stand up straight my cop dad the mob cop the slicked back hard my hate for the italy pizza pie my hate for hitler my ironic racism my social justice men and women and inside out dickers and the bath rooms deep and the cold water heals me and the kush smells great and the lines didnt make me a crackhead again and when i talk about heroin people get mad but you take oxy when you say your teeth hurt am i talking about them again do i hate them did i make them up did i dream about getting my dick sucked do i ever jerk off do you know what art is do you care do i really care do i have dreams which would make you drink do i make you drink do i fuck liike champ do i fuck like killer or do i fuck like a pig do i carry myself like one when was i kicked off the force for pulling the trigger one or five times did you get better treament did you get skin care and spa days do i clean the shit of assholes who piss on the seat did i film him dying and sold it to the highest bider now im dying now im living now i write a motherfucker you cant denied did you kill her to fuck with me did i care do i cry do you rub salt in the wound do you laugh and laugh and laugh and smoke meth did ratcliff kill another man did i get racist yet did he beat his meat did he show his ass cheeks did fart and burp at the same time did you flash your pussy did something die in it did you shallow his load did the micro penis of the xxy male who cant take a joke did he get retard strength did he poke fun about his service in the armed forces did he lie about it would i fight a spec ops psycho no shit i would would i fight the superhuman robots yes i would would i fight a lion with my barehands would it yell and try to make her bitch would stab back for once how many more have to die before i am king destoryers souless and proud of their police efforts selling a dime bag drinking in the honey ro quickly uppers downers and browners my moto fuck you make love lie step on the back of neck when i go down use this in court send me away i think their for im dangerous you havent sinned you havent sinned you havent sinned we all have we stole his drinks we drank his liquid teas we ate his food we raped his ass we pissed him off you should fear it respect it 

my spine is back again my balls need better treament youre afraid of the gaze youre afraid of who owns the wind and the sky and the dream head in a jar fake fake fake fake fake fake fake