#like yeah acab duh

[toshidou]

sure cowboy ghost is a hot concept but sheriff ghost? masked sheriff ghost who protects his outpost fiercely? masked sheriff ghost adorned with brown leather chaps, and a matching leather jacket, completed with a golden badge that clearly states that neither him or his town are to be fucked with?

pussy wetter than a slip n slide, i stg

[wildflowerteas]

hella got through chapter 6 everyone cheer!

i don't know how to respond to this coherently so i'm just going to scroll down and let the word vomit happen:

the choice of emoji reacts to some of these . . . i'm surprised hella hasn't killed you guys. keeping gin away from this mess is the last thing on my mind, unfortunately *stares at the BEAST tag*

ARRGHHHFGHHH IM SO GLAD YOU GUYS LIKE SSKK. they're such a breath of fresh air, and writing them comes so easily to me. while i like writing skk ( fucked up as they are--even at this point in the story ) and the fast-paced nature of their relationship, this is romance writing work coming from the guy whose only other fic had a first kiss at uhhh...160k words.

yesenina did serve too hard. i imagine her as similair to the others, but with a Rita Hayworth-like air of ambition about her, and that's a serve. and it's what gets her killed.

Chuuya Yuan history coming in SOON. actually. Next chapter. seeing hella lose it over Chuuya's internal monologue here has been absolutely hilarious and kind of rewarding. I Knew All That because I'm the author ( duh ) so i never really grasped how strange the shift to Chuuya's thoughts about the relationship would be. I mean there's snippets of it, like the diner scene, but you're right, it's fanfic and so that is a lot easier to sweep under the rug.

ACAB. I considered putting a line from Doc Riedenschneider in The Asphalt Jungle ( 1950 ) "Experience has taught me to never trust a policeman. Just when you think one's alright, he turns legit." in a divider chapter between part I and part II, but I thought was too on the nose following 7 ( and a bit pretentious considering this is just ao3 fanfic and not a published work or anything ) so i grabbed myself by the metaphorical monkey backpack and didn't. Mafia Nepo Baby 😭 I love Hella HUGE WIN FOR ME. I was so nervous because i needed to balance Chuuya being observant but also quite literally *out of the loop.* He's not from the same world as Dazai--he's not involved with the murders or the politics or the mess going on yet. He comes across as oblivious at times because Dazai's POV is purposefully designed to make you see him that way. Dazai's so sure he's in control of what Chuuya knows that he doesn't realize he might have met his match.

ZSKK are uhm. yeah. all im gonna say there.

the "PARDON." IM CACKLING

argh. the switch up with this chapter...why the hell am i getting nostalgic for something i wrote less than two months ago ( ican't believe i've been grinding through this fic so fast jesus ).

i love unhealthy dynamics, truly. this fic was really a test to see if i could write soukoku making each other worse. which is a pretty stark contrast to my other stuff.

HELLA. OH MY GOD. that bit about their careers . . . i can't believe she noticed that. Chuuya started the fic genuinely ambitious, wanting the spotlight, wanting to defy expectations set upon him by his looks, his race, and his past. Dazai's a cop, sworn to uphold the law, but he doesn't feel like a good person. He can't ( interlude chapter . . . stares out the window ), but he can use everything about who he is to give Chuuya the life he wants. like a guardian ange--*gets taken out by a sniper chapter 8 style* Their original goals aren't gone, per se, they've simply been reoriented.

can't wait for chapter 7

i know it'll make Hella want to hunt me down for sport, so i'll sleep with both eyes open for the forseeable future.

[cas-poisoning]

Saw your post about you critiquing Jensen’s new show and SPN a lack of diversity, which was something people were annoyed enough back in the early days to talk about in different websites and forums! Sorry you’re getting shit for this, because I said on a different website how bummed I am that once again he’s playing Dean 3.0, and a cop to boot. I’ve not watched Walker and I most likely won’t watch this show for the same reason. Like dude doesn’t want to branch out and do something different which is boring. Same with Jared. Like maybe they’re really just one trick ponies lol

Thank you!! The funny thing is I wasn’t even really criticizing Jensen because the original post was already saying they didn’t like how he was playing a cop (which I agree with) and I was just like “yeah and Dean was kind of a cop character too” and people flipped on me.

I think it’s a little sad because people are able to criticize things when it’s easy because they know they are supposed to. So it’s like “ugh yeah Jensen playing a cop sucks #acab” and then you point out “hey supernatural has some similarly problematic themes!” And suddenly people don’t want to keep the energy for their favs 😅

I love supernatural (duh I have a whole account dedicated to it) but I think we should be allowed to unpack and critique elements of it that can relate to real life beyond being just a show about monster hunting. So people just automatically refusing to engage but still being all acab!! about other cop shows just feels very performative to me.

And that’s not even getting to the diversity topic. I hardly see people talk about it. I’m glad to hear it was pointed out by people in the early seasons.

I’m currently watching the x-files which I’d argue is a very similar format to supernatural, and obvious influence, and the difference in diversity is crazy. There is really no excuse for supernatural to be as white as it was. They really did not save any non white families. There were like 2. In 15 years.

[kiunlo]

i remember one time i posted megatron quotes from that one book that was TFP continuity (and it was before the war i think?) into my ex's discord in the quotes channel, and i remember a few people not um. liking the quote i put in. and it's like. yeah duh no shit idiot you were in a discord surrounded by fucking conservatives and megatron was literally like "acab" and "fuck the government" the entire time throughout that book 💀

[crownquill]

....if seeing a video of a cop petting a cat or doing something nice makes you comment "maybe this cop is good" or "lmao the only good officer :]" im sorry to inform you of this but you've fallen for

cop propaganda™

Like yeah no duh some of them like cats or have a wholesome hobby etc. That doesn't need a comment or views. Nor does it mean "not all cops are bad" Saying acab doesn't mean every fucking cop has killed people and spits on orphans lmao it means all cops are part of a corrupt and extremely flawed institution.

And spreading these types of videos of police doing wholesome or cute things is inherently propaganda and no it is not cute. For example, if you saw Disney's CEO start posting tiktoks of him gardening and doing funny dances with his employees to try and show "see im a person just like you!" it wouldn't be very funny would it?

[wyrmblogging]

OK THOUGHTS ON PEBBLE BRAIN SO FAR

written as i, a fucker who sometimes cannot hear properly, listen to the new lovejoy EP (AND I DO RECCOMEND LISTENING TO IT WHILE READING THIS ASDGHKGHKSD) https://youtu.be/twbZII_djEo

track 1 - Oh Yeah, You Gonna Cry? 6/10 see. you have a title like that. and then i cannot hear it anywhere in the song. however someone gets insulted for looking like their dad and then the great line "how the fuck did she [your girlfriend] end up with you] so uh. good song? but not my taste really 😔

track 2 - Model Buses 8/10 THE GUITAR AND BASS AT THE START. YES. AMAZING. also that funky bass in the back??? oh my god i love this!! WHO THE FUCK HAS A RECEDING HAIRLINE??? you're so right, i am scared of the future!! OOO CLAP CLAP CLAP IN THE BACKGROUND!! DRUMS????? POG POG POG DRUM SOLO-ISH???? i cannot really hear what wilbur is singing in any of this except for "you're just scared of the future" uhm.

track 3 - Concrete 9/10 hell yeah conk crete babey DRUMS IN THE START YES YES YES AND BASS?????? Y E S OH THIS IS A GOOD SONG!! YES!!!! what. saliva???? salt???????? KIDNEY STONES??? who the fuck is cheating(???) i heard a very quiet mention of concrete..??? this seems very british. OO LISTEN TO YOU??? h. hitting yourself??? not sure how i feel abt the lead-up to the chorus.... hm. OK THIS POST-CHORUS THING SLAPS??? OOO I LIKE THIS

track 4 - Perfume ✨HE/THEY REP✨/10 i think this is the one where the (ex??) gf's new partner uses he/they pronouns which is funny bc i use he/they pronouns therefore i stole wilbur soot's gf thank you for coming to my ted talk anyways onto the song FUNKY LEAD IN??? I CAN HEAR WILBUR'S VOICE WELL??? OH MY GOD "THEY LOOK LIKE A PRICK" YES THIS IS THE HE/THEY REP I WANT TO SEE!!!!! i can vibe to this so well amazing yes yes good song mhm mhm OOO PERFUME YES MENTION THE NAME OF THE SONG YESSSSSS ...ex-bf is a police man..???? uh. acab!!! anyways!! yes this song is a banger ye3sssss banger banger banger banger banger drumsssssssssss yes bonk bonk bonk bonk ok i like this song <3 taxi???? UH OH. DID. DID THE HE/THEY ICON GHOST THE GF????? O H NOOOOO still a banger

track 5 - You'll Understand When You're Older 10/10 the title makes me want to think this is Big Brother Wilbur Soot giving u advice but i'm sure that's not what it is. solid lead in so far (who the Fuck is playing the trumpet) oooo ok guitar??? i likey??? mhm??? AKSLJEGHDKJLGH WELL SHIT!! TELL US SOMETHING NEW!!! ok is this a love song. IMAGINE THE THINGS HE'D DO TO YOU??? OKAY??? IF THERE WEREN'T SO MANY CAMERAS???? who has a secret and why are they sleep talking. WHO'S BEEN BANNED FROM THE KITCHEN OVER OSHA VIOLATIONS. WE'RE STEALING DAD'S CAR????? ok once again sleeptalking abt dark secrets but then BANGER GUITAR SOLO@#!#@@!!!!@!#!$! HELL YEAH I LIKE THESE CHORDS N SHIT and it ends with a quiet exclamation of "fuck." good song good song

track 6 - The Fall 8/10 OOH? DUH DUH DUH???? HELLO??? broken nose. .p. pog???? ok we're going on vacation!! (holiday for british "people" /j) fucking scared!!! swag!! i can get down with that!!!! cymbal pog. mhm mhm country house????? license plate?????? GROCERY STORES???? TREADMILL??? HELL YEAH GUITAR SOLO come one and all??? fucking species??? bugs having sex????? what???? dah. dah. dah. dah. ok and. we're done?? yep we're done!!!!

track 7 - It's All Futile! It's All Pointless! 9/10 THIS IS THE ONE TOMMY WANTED TO KEEP HE BETTER HAVE GOOD TASTE GO WHITE BOY GO YES I LIKE THIS INTRO?? THNGS ARE LOOKING UP??? "lost the passion that comes with living" ahah/ aha???? "SINCE I STARTED UNIVERSITY." OH. FUCK YEAH. SEX??? oh. sextant. that took me too long to realize what it was supposed to be. CHORUS POG!!!! WRAP YOUR ARMS AROUND MY CORTEX????? IM LIKE A FUCKING DISEASE???? oh shit breakup???? pain or sickness???? apathy!!!! woo!!! "he's just another man" so true bestie so true. DEEP VOICEEEE marraige. ew. /j PICKING A LOCK??? WE COMMITING CRIMES??? KNIVES? STABBING???? HUH???? oh yeah woo yeah chorus woo yeah oooh yeah CATJAM>>> ON THE SCREEN. THANK YOU EDITOR????? VERY SWAG!!!!! CATJAM CATJAM CATJAM CATJAM I AGREE CATJAM TO IT'S OK maybe use a sextant thank you wimblur soot very swag. i think tommy has a good taste in music.

Final Thoughts:

perfume is immediately going on all of my playlists, as is you'll understand when you're older. and iaf!iap! is as well. those r my top three that i want to listen to on repeat for hours. cannot wait for the 14th hehehe

[puckyeahobx]

in the middle of the party b*tch get off of me

a/n: here’s some jj for you guys....this is a personal favorite of mine and very much so inspired by the one tik tok he posted where he had handcuffs O.o

summary: y/n and jj go to college together and celebrate halloween at his frat house <3 sexiness ensues

warnings: nsfw duh 

It wasn’t that you thought JJ was dumb, but it was moreso that you thought JJ was focused on other things like fixing cars, finding the best weed in a fifty mile radius, and taking care of his friends. His criminal record also didn’t necessarily lend itself to an academic lifestyle either, now that you thought about it...but JJ had never ceased to amaze you as long as you had known him, so I guess you really should not have been shocked when he showed up on your doorstep with an acceptance letter to North Carolina State. He said it had nothing to do with you thinking of going there too, but you knew better. 

High school ending had really been freaking him out even if he had tried not to show it. His friends were the one thing that had kept him grounded all of these years and he wasn’t sure what would become of him once you all went your separate ways. Luckily, though, you ended up choosing NC State. They had the best program for your major out of everywhere you applied and had offered you a decent chunk of cash. It had nothing to do with JJ going there...obviously. 

Kie was at UNC Chapel Hill, Pope at Duke, and John B was on a gap year, trying to figure out what the hell he wanted to do, which left you and JJ to your own devices your freshman year. It was a big school and you both found groups of people you liked, JJ with his frat brothers (also a huge shock to you, but the guys in his frat were actually really cool and pretty pogue-like, he wouldn't be caught dead in a kook infested frat) and fellow social services majors, you with your roommates and friends from classes, but you two always ended up spending the most time with each other anyway. It didn’t take very long into your freshman year to realize that old habits really do die hard. Whether it was walking to class together, eating in the dining hall, studying in the library, you guys were always together. Sometimes your new friends joined you guys, but more often than not when you weren’t in your dorms you were alone together. This wasn’t an issue for you, of course. Just like the rest of the world, you had been into JJ since you first met him. And lately, through all the alone time and leaning on each other, it became clear that he might maybe feel the same way.

It was the small things like how his hand rested on your back when he walked up behind you or when his arm fell on your shoulders when you sat on your shitty dorm futon together or how anytime one of his friends flirted with you in front of you his jaw clenched and he suddenly was at a loss for his usual sarcastic banter. But you were getting ahead of yourself, right? You two were each other’s rocks at this time. It was probably all platonic like it had always been. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t push the limits of friendship and have a little fun from time to time, did it? No, no it didn’t. So when Halloween came creeping around the corner, you made sure you had your fun.

JJ’s frat was obviously throwing a party in celebration of the holiday, because if there’s one thing frat guys love it’s alcohol and almost-naked girls - the true nature of Halloween. It was a costume party but that was pretty much code for “Show as much skin as possible”, so you went for the classic angel look. A white bra, a white mini skirt you found at the back of your friend’s closet, and Party City wings. It was truly innovative. You tried to make it look like you actually tried by hot gluing some rhinestones on your bra and doing your hair and makeup all ethereal and sexy, but you knew that as soon as you stepped into that disgusting, sweaty frat house you would somehow go from an 11 to a solid 7 and that was just something you were going to have to be ok with. It was always dark anyway.

You didn’t arrive at the party until a little after ten because your friend went a little too hard at the pregame and had already vomited all over her devil lingerie, so you all had to deal with that mess before tucking her into bed and escaping out the door before things could get worse. But after many texts and snaps from JJ harassing you for keeping him waiting, you were finally there and your stomach was flipping with nerves. JJ refused to reveal what he was dressed up as, saying it was a surprise, and you just couldn’t wait to see him as someone else, hoping he’d see you as someone else tonight too. Someone he wanted to be with. 

The music was heard from the front lawn as you stepped out of the uber and up the steps, waving to the pledge from your Comp 101 class, thankful that JJ had somehow weaseled out of his pledge duties for the night. Once you stepped inside you and your friends immediately scoped out your surroundings. There was a party going on in the main entrance and living room, but there was also lights and music coming from the basement, meaning JJ could literally be anywhere. Luckily, the ratio of guys to girls was positively halting so being able to single out a 6 foot man amongst a sea of girls shouldn’t be that hard.

And then, you saw him.

You almost fell over at the look of him. You could tell he had already started drinking and was a little sweaty by the sheen covering his face and the way his hair was standing up on its own, like it always did after he ran his hands through it. He was leaning against the wall, PBR in hand, assessing the crowd and laughing with the guy on his left. Your eyes travelled down from his hair and glowing skin to his neck and chest, both completely uncovered. He was in a navy button up that was incredibly tight around his biceps but only buttoned on the bottom two buttons. A gold badge was pinned over his right breast, and then it dawned on you. 

“You’re a fucking cop!” You punched his arm as you snuck up on him.

Startled and rubbing his arm, he softened when he saw who had just assaulted him. “Never thought you’d see the day, huh?”

“What happened to ACAB? Looks like someone’s all talk…”

He scoffed and threw his arm around your shoulder, walking with you towards the bar, “It’s called irony sweetheart. I thought a genius like you would understand that?”

You rolled your eyes and shook his arm off you, laughing at his remark (and trying to not focus on the “sweetheart” of it all), “So, what branch of the police force is it that allows their officers to walk around half naked?” You teased as you walked up to the bar, asking the frat brother in nothing but a cowboy hat and too short cut off jean shorts for a cup of whatever the drink was tonight. 

“Um the one with all the sexy stripper cops. They even gave me these,” You turn back around with your drink against your lips and you nearly spat it out when you saw what he was talking about. He had a pair of what looked like actual handcuffs dangling off his pointer finger, “Fully functional,” he finished with a wink.

You gulped and hoped he didn’t notice, “Very impressive, does the rest of the force know about the stash of weed in the loose floorboard in your dorm room?”

His face, and the handcuffs, fell. “You’re no fun, Y/N. It’s Halloween! You can be anything you want! And tonight, I’m the only cop that isn’t a bastard.”

You laughed at his mini outburst and put your hand on his cheek sweetly, still laughing. “You’re right I’m sorry. You make a very non-bastard cop. It suits you.”

“I always have looked good in blue.”

Lightly smacking him you rolled your eyes again and brought your hand back to your cup, looking at him as you took a big drink. He was looking directly back at you. You finished off the cup and tossed it at the overflowing trash can, “Let’s dance. I love this song.” This was a lie, you had never heard this song before in your life, but you just wanted an excuse to grab his hand and drag him on the dance floor. 

Everyone around you was dancing ass to dick, going absolutely stupid in a true intoxicated fashion, but you weren’t nearly drunk enough for that yet. So, instead, you and JJ did what you always did was just jump and scream at each other, throwing in some limb flailing every now and then. If you were really lucky, he would throw in the sprinkler every now and then. This was all fine and dandy, a couple of songs deep, until you felt your elbow accidentally collide with something rock hard, immediately followed by something wet splashing all over your back.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry-” you said, spinning around, mortified. You were met with the biggest man you had ever seen in your life who did not look very happy to see you looking back at him. But, considering his eyes looked glazed over, you figured that had less to do with you and more to do with the fact that he was probably off something far out of your league. 

“Fucking watch where you’re going next time,” He gruffed at you as he jerked the arm you had hit away.

You were stunned by how aggressive he was, “I’m- I’m sor-”

But before you could stutter out an apology, JJ was pushing you behind him, puffing his chest out as he faced the roided-out gentleman giving you a death glare. “What the fuck did you just say to her?”

“She spilled my drink,” The giant said as if you had just murdered his dog.

“Yeah and this is a frat house, go turn on the faucet in the sink and I’m sure Captain Morgan will come out,” spat JJ.

Sasquatch scoffed and shook his head at JJ, “Just keep a better handle on your bitch, pledge. I don’t need some slut wasting all of our alc.”

“You son of a bitch.” You saw JJ’s arm wind back, his fist clenched ready to swing.

“JJ, no!” You grabbed his arm before he could do something seriously idiotic and didn’t let go of it until you had made your way off the dance floor and into the backyard. “What the fuck were you thinking, trying to throw a punch at that guy?! He looked like he eats whole goats for breakfast!”

His hands were running through his hair and he was pacing. You could tell he was trying not to punch the siding of the house - you had seen him worked up like this countless times over your near lifelong friendship. Loyalty was both his greatest strength as well as his greatest curse. “He called you a bitch, Y/N! And a slut! In the same breath!”

Looking at him now, his hair all messed up, his shirt still unbuttoned, and face as emotional as ever, you had never been more attracted to him. You closed the gap between the two of you and grabbed his face between your hands, “Thank you for trying to protect me, but I’d much rather be a bitch and a slut if it meant you weren’t pulverized by Bigfoot.”

At the feeling of your touch, his whole demeanor changed. You saw him swallow and take a breath, “Yeah, uh, well. You know. I’ll always protect you, Y/N. That’s what I’m here for, ya know. I live to serve and protect you know,” chuckling half-heartedly as he tapped the badge on his chest. 

You tried to laugh along with him, but you were too busy staring from his lips to his eyes and focusing on the dizzying feeling of being so close to him. He made no effort to move out of your personal space and having him here, his back against the siding of the house, your hands on his strong jaw, you felt like maybe now was the time to bring up what you had been feeling these last couple of months. But before you could open your mouth to spill your guts, something in him snapped and he sprung forward at you. 

Suddenly, your hands were in his hair and his hands were on your waist and now you were the one with your back against the giant brick building, the bricks scratching deliciously against your exposed skin. You whined against his lips as he pressed against you, the sound apparently shocking him out of his trance because just as suddenly as it had started, he was pulling away, leaving you completely dazed, lips still half puckered as your eyes fluttered open. 

He was back to pacing, not daring to look at you. “God that was fucking stupid, I’m so sorry Y/N. You were just yelled at by some heavyweight douchebag and all I could do was not throw a punch and then I just had to go and kiss you like a fucking jackass,” he paused his pacing and looked at you, his face all screwed up with guilt, “I’m so fucking sorry.”

For a moment you considered the situation and didn’t move a muscle or say a word but then you just laughed. An eruption of manic giggles fell from your lips as you watched him go from guilt to confusion. “You’re a real fucking idiot you know that,” you managed to spit out between laughs.

“I mean, yeah, jackass, idiot...they’re one in the same I guess,” he seemed hurt by your words so you stepped closer to him again.

“No, God, shut up. You’re not a jackass. But you are an idiot. I don’t care that you kissed me,” you paused, “That’s not true. I care a lot, actually, because I loved it and I wish you wouldn’t have stopped because I was really starting to get into it after the, like, 12 longest, most torturous years of build up ever.”

He couldn’t believe the words you were saying, “Wait...so you- you like me?”

“What, you think I come to the frat parties for the mystery booze and trap music?”

Now it was his turn to laugh, his face completely breaking open in elation, “And to think I just assumed you were a party girl...turns out I’m just irresistible.”

“Oh shut up,” you sighed as you slammed your mouth against his again, pulling him down to your height. Once again his hands found their firm grip on your hips, holding on for dear life. 

And then he pulled away again.

“Stop fucking doing that. Kiss now talk later,” you tried to lean back in.

“No, uh, I just,” he cleared his throat, “I was just wondering if you wanted to take this inside maybe?”

You smiled up at him before kissing up his neck and whispering in his ear, “Whatever you want.”

He shivered and groaned, breaking away from you, grabbing your hand and leading you back inside. You weren’t sure where he was taking you because, since he was a freshman, he didn’t live at the frat house or anything so it’s not like he had a bedroom. Not that it mattered. He could take you to a damn broom closet for all you cared. But he didn’t take you to a closet or even a vacant bathroom. You maneuvered around the sweaty crowd of people until you were back at the front of the house but this time going up the staircase where all the upperclassmen lived. 

“JJ what are we doing up here…” You asked with a slight edge of concern in your voice. 

His face was full of mischief as he looked back at you, smirk plastered across his lips. “Don’t worry about it baby, I’m just trying to find us somewhere a little more comfortable.” And with a wink, he was turning the knob on a door that definitely didn’t belong to him.

As far as frat boys went, you imagined this was a relatively well kept room. There were still some pizza boxes stacked on top of the desk and clothes spilling out of the closet but, all in all, it didn’t look infested or anything. 

“JJ, who’s room is this?” You asked as you saw him lock the door behind you. 

“Bigfoot’s,” he said with that same smirk on his face, complete and total pride practically bursting his seams. 

Your mouth dropped as you looked at him incredulously. JJ was always one for pranks and revenge, but this floored you. 

“You’re gonna get yourself killed,” You said in awe as he made his way back over to you.

“Maybe, but damn. What a way to go.” 

Then he was kissing you once more, but this time he had guided you back towards the bed and you were laying underneath him, his body hot and hard against yours, making it hard to breathe. His hands ventured from your hips to your hair and back down again, making sure to give your tits a squeeze on the way back down, pushing them back behind you to guide your ass up so he could get as close to you as possible. You were back to your gasping and whining as you felt the effect you had had on him through his pants, grinding against him in desperation. 

“Fuck you’re so fucking sexy, Y/N,” he moaned against your neck, leaving the slightest of nips along your jaw between kisses. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this or how many times I’ve thought of you exactly like this.”

“You can have me anyway you want. I’m yours,” You weren’t really thinking about what you were saying before the words left your mouth, but it didn’t make them any less true. 

He growled against your neck and grabbed you again, scooting you up towards the top of the mattress. His hands found yours wrapped around his neck and took them in his hands, pushing them above your head. 

“Anyway I want, huh?” He was sitting on his heels, looking down at you with hooded eyes. All you could do was nod. “Well, I do have these handcuffs, and it’d be a shame for them to go to waste.” You moaned at the implication and watched him unhook them from his shorts and attached them to your wrists, wrapping them around a bar of the headboard. “Told you they were fully functional,” he ended with a wink.

All you could do was whimper as he bent back down to kiss your lips and then your neck, taking a pit stop at your chest to move the cups of your bra aside enough for him to give plenty of kisses there as well, until he was finally trailing his tongue down your stomach. He looked up at you as he reached the waistband of your skirt. You nodded, “Please,” not even being mentally present enough to care about how desperate you sounded. 

“So polite,” he muttered as he pulled your skirt and panties down in one fluid motion, leaving you completely bare to him. “So damn beautiful.”

Then he was on you like a starved man. JJ had always been popular amongst the ladies on the island and while you always assumed his looks and bad boy nature had been enough to seal the deal, you now know why they kept coming back. He was a fucking machine. Between the way his fingers fucked you skillfully, knowing exactly where your g-spot was on the first try, and the masterful way he used his tongue on your clit, it was no wonder he had a body count in the double digits. You felt yourself catapult towards the finish line at an embarrassing speed. All you wanted as to grab onto his hair and grind yourself against his face. You were so close when he took his mouth off you and replaced it with his thumb, his fingers keeping their pace inside of you.

“That’s right baby, scream my fucking name. Maybe he’ll hear you from downstairs. He told me to control my bitch but I’m not quite sure this was what he meant.” He crawled back up your body, one hand bracing himself beside your face and the other inching you closer and closer with every second, “You look so fucking pretty, getting fucked by my fingers, Y/N. You’re so wet for me already and I know you want to cum. So just do it baby, cum for me.” You did not need to be told twice because suddenly your legs were clamped shut, and your body was arching so far off the bed that your wrists felt like they might break against the handcuffs. He kissed your neck as you came down, whispering sweet little praises in your ear. “That was so hot.” You smiled weakly as he looked at you from above.

“Please let me touch you,” You whined as you struggled against the handcuffs, desperate to get your hands on him. 

“God, yes, be my guest,” He laughed as he went to undo your handcuffs, kissing your wrists as he pulled them away. “Sorry, I guess I didn’t think about how these might hurt.”

“It was worth it,” You smirked as you grabbed his face, pulling him down to kiss you and then immediately pushing him onto his back. 

You mimicked his style from earlier, starting with the lips and moving down the neck before making your way slowly towards the waistband of his shorts. You unzipped his shorts as his hands went to your hair, making a makeshift ponytail. You both worked together to shimmy off his bottoms until you were face to face with him.

Immediately, you took him into your hand and marveled at the size of him and the way he instantly moaned and threw his hand back as you started to pump him. Needing more of those noises, you wasted no time in licking up his length and taking him into your mouth. He helped you set a pace by guiding your head with his hand in your hair, profanities falling out of his mouth. “You take my cock so good, baby. Your pretty fucking lips...driving me fucking crazy…”

He started shallowly pumping into your mouth before pulling out just when you felt like you were starting to get good. “You’re fucking amazing princess, but unless you don’t want me to fuck you we’re gonna have to try that again some other time.”

You moved your way back up his body, this time fully straddling him. “I’m an angel, not a princess.”

Smirking yet again, he grabbed your hips and grinded you against the length of him, “Sorry, but last time I checked angels don’t spend a lot of time taking dick in their mouths.”

“Well in that case I can just head out if you want me too-”

He flipped you over again before you could finish your teasing, “You’re not going anywhere.” And then his lips were back on you and his hands were everywhere all at once, guiding your legs to take their place at the side of his waist. Before long he was lining himself up at your entrance, teasing you against your clit, before he finally plunged into you hard and fast. You were still so worked out from his previous work that you didn’t need time to adjust, instead just able to focus on the feeling of him filling you completely. Before long you had your legs stretched over his shoulders, giving him even better access inside of you, making you scream his name over and over again as you felt yourself start to clench and flutter. 

“Your pussy is so fucking amazing, Y/N. So wet and tight for me. God you take it so good,” His eyes were screwed shut as he was trying so hard to focus on making you finish before he lost it. “Such a good girl for me, sucking my dick and fucking me like that. Oh, fuck.”

He leaned back, holding your legs in front of him, and started pounding you even harder. You grabbed a hold of the sheets next to you and screamed so hard your voice cracked in your throat as you came for the second time. You barely noticed him finishing after you, too far gone in your own bliss. When your soul came back to your body he was falling onto the mattress beside you and wrapping you up in his arms, both of you still panting. 

His hands found your hair as you rested your cheek against his chest, his heartbeat hard and loud in your ears. He lent down to kiss the crown of your head and he sighed against it. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah, holy shit is right,” You laughed as you rested your chin on his chest so you could look at him, “Well that was fun.”

“I don’t think fun really begins to describe it. I’d go with life changing.”

“Life changing? Wow, I’m honored. I think we should write Bigfoot a thank you letter for making this happen.”

JJ scoffed, “Pssh that guy? No thank you. No one gets to call my girl a slut and get a damn thank you note out of it. I don’t care how good the sex is after.”

You smile slightly and your voice softens, “Your girl?”

He looks down at you with a smile mirroring yours, his one little dimple making your stomach do backflips and his fingers tracing shapes on your back, “I mean yeah, I guess beating around the bush is a lost cause at this point. Is that ok with you?”

You laid your head back on his chest, reveling in the gentle way his fingertips were barely touching you, “That’s more than ok.”

Trying not to seem overeager he cleared his throat, “Cool.”

Laughing to yourself you responded, “Yeah. Cool.”

Unable to help himself he scooped you up in his arms tighter and pulled you even closer, his head resting in your neck trying to hide his smile. Your fingers danced along his scalp and you smiled to yourself. Yeah, you could get used to this.

[depressed-homosexual]

What is GayBoiOhio? Who is GayBoiOhio? Why is GayBoiOhio? Where is GayBoiOhio? When is GayBoiOhio? How is GayBoiOhio

Well first off allll wtf myself, why'd you ask so much.

Anyway...

GayBoiOhio is a person, like duh?

Who is GayBoiOhio? Well I'm Matthew! I go by They/Them and identify as Non-binary. I am fine with terms such as Dude, Boi (only spelled like that), Dad, Uncle, and such. I'm also fine with being refered to as a guy only in context such as "those guys". I am gay and to me that means I like guys! I am obviously totally okay with dating trans people I'm not transphobic and neither are you. If you are then leave. I support BLM, ACAB (I'll explain what I mean later), Gay rights, Trans rights, People of Color rights and native rights. No slurs will be tolerated. I am very accepting but I will still make mistakes so call. Me. out. i am against MAPs and TERFS as well as the Cheeto we call president.

Why is GayBoiOhio? Well, I wanted to just talk, post, vent, help people, and have fun! so yeah.

Where is GayBoiOhio? Ohio. that's all u get creep.

When is GayBoiOhio? Now, and then, and whenever: so yeah. I'm thirteen as of 2020 the year of satan, so I am a MINOR!!!! My birtday is the 20th of Januar as well!

How is GayBoiOhio? Well I mean I'm fine lol, Im kind of tired all the time and have some sort of depressio; maybe on the autism spectrum? Idk...

okay now that I made all the English teachers happy I'll talk some more :)

Feel free to send me so many asks!!!! I love them!

Some of my friends: @optimalmongoose3

@the-great-fuckhead-whos-pan

@20xbetterthanu

@qrow-ismyspiritanimal

@sylartc

also some other blogs of mine:

DiverseHeros: this is where I write stories about a team of diverse heros!

Why Is It That: where anyone can rant about whatever that think is terrible!

yayaayayayayayyayayay! That's pretty much it I think?

ps send asks

[hamiltalian-creates]

Wine Mom Dadceit, Pt 3

Summary: Janus finds out about Virgil’s new friend and Remus leads a Lego class war

Pairings: Mentioned Remy x Virgil

Words: 1,393

Warnings: Janus helps Remus lead an imaginary class war

“Hey, Virgil, what are you two doing sitting on the- Remus, what happened to you?” Janus asked as he reappeared, though the question had lost its intensity over the years.

“Virgil’s new boyfriend gave me band-aids!”

Janus crossed his arms, interested in this news. “New boyfriend? Wait, stop trying to distract me, why are you scraped up?”

Remus shrugged. “A kid pushed me off the playground, so I took his hair.”

“Why did he push you off the playground?”

“Because I have three dads.”

Janus nodded in understanding. “Well, maybe it’s a sign that we should head home. Then I can hear all about Virgil’s new boyfriend.”

Remus nodded and looked back at Virgil, who seemed all kinds of flustered as he got up from the ground.

“So, uh.. What happened with that mom?”

“I told her that if she ever talked about Patton like that again, I will not hesitate to let Remus come to the meetings off-leash.”

“Yay!” Remus cheered. “Wait, am I still in trouble?”

Janus shook his head. “Of course not. The other kid started it this time, but that doesn’t mean you can go mess with any kids until they hit you, that’s cheating.”

“Well, I already knew that,” Remus said. “I’m not like other kids, I fight fair.”

“You fight to kill,” Virgil added on. “Most other kids don't rip out that much hair and keep it as a trophy.”

“It’s a good thing I’m not like other kids, then.”

The rest of the walk back to the car was so quiet that Virgil almost started hoping that his own drama had been forgotten, but there was no way his dad was letting him off that easily.

“So, what’s this about a new boyfriend?” Janus asked once they were at least in the privacy of their car.

Virgil groaned and pulled his hoodie back on, glad to have his phone back. “Can we not talk about it now?” It was one thing talking to his dad about his feelings, but to do so in front of Remus? It was not going to happen.

Janus nodded and “Alright, but don’t bet on me forgetting about this.”

Virgil nodded a bit, though he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t still hoping his dad would just forget about it.

Sadly, it seemed that all of his luck had been given to letting him meet a cool guy like Remy.

Once they got back home, Janus whipped them up a quick lunch and they all sat down to eat. Like usual, Remus devoured his own plate within minutes and ran off to go do his own thing, leaving Virgil and Janus alone.

“So,”

Virgil groaned and pulled his hood over his head, pulling his knees up to his chest.

Janus smiled a bit, admiring the way Virgil still looked like a little kid when he did that. “Virgil, you know you don’t have to be embarrassed around me like that. You’ve talked to me about boys before.”

“That doesn’t make it any less embarrassing the next time around,” Virgil grumbled.

“Well, there’s no pressure to talk. If you’re not ready to share, you’re not ready to share and I’ll respect that. But you do realize that I’m the person you have to talk to if you and this new boyfriend of yours ever want to go out on a date, right?”

Virgil nodded. “I mean, duh, of course I know that, but we literally just met. I’m not talking to you about a guy I just met like we’re going to get married next week.”

Janus laughed and put his hands up in defense. “Alright, fine. I’m dropping the topic for now.”

“He’s not even my boyfriend, we were just talking,” Virgil explained as he came out of his defensive position.

“Was he cute?”

“I said I don’t want to talk about it!” Virgil huffed and kept eating, silent for the rest of the time.

Janus respected his choice and backed down, knowing that Virgil would just clam up if he kept pressing on like that. Still, couldn’t help but to be curious. Virgil kept to himself a majority of the time, so any kind of positive human interaction was considered a win in Janus’s book and he, as a parent, wanted every detail of it. But it was Virgil’s business and if he wasn’t ready to share, he wasn’t ready to share. Janus didn’t get him to feel comfortable enough to not just lie his way out of a talk by constantly forcing his business out in the open. That was more Patton’s thing, though he was working on not doing that anymore.

After lunch, Janus went to go check on Remus and see if those band-aids were just for decoration or not. He did say he got pushed off of a playground, after all, and while Remus may have been more durable than the average kid, he was not indestructible.

Janus knocked on Remus’s door and waited for permission before going inside, smiling at the scene.

Remus had a town of Lego set up in his room and all of his Lego people were crowded around a big building with a dollar sign decorating the top and a guillotine at the bottom.

“What are your Lego people doing, Remus?”

“They’re going to eat the rich!”

Janus laughed and sat down with him. “That sounds like a fun time, is there anything I can do to help their cause?”

Remus pointed at the guards standing at the foot of the building. “The class traitors are in the way.”

“Well, they can’t take out everybody. I think, on my count, they should storm the building, yeah?”

Remus nodded. “I can’t move them all by myself.”

Janus smiled and shifted so he was behind the Lego people with Remus right beside him. “Ready?”

“Ready!”

“Okay. And... Now!” The two of them pushed the Lego people forwards until they knocked over the guards, careful to minimize how many of their own Lego people got knocked over.

“Now we can get the rich from the inside!” He lifted up the Lego tower and let Janus take out the people from the inside.

“You make me very proud. I hope you know that.”

“I know!” Remus took the Lego figures from him and put them in the guillotine, chanting. “Eat the rich! Eat the rich! Eat the rich!”

“Eat the rich! Eat the rich!” Janus joined in.

Remus stopped chanting once he had the first Lego situated.

“What kind of party are you guys having in here?” Virgil asked as he stepped into the room. The two of them were making too much noise for him to not be curious.

“A political party! Vive la revolution!” He dropped the guillotine blade repeatedly until the head popped off of the Lego. “It works!”

“I’m going to need therapy,” Virgil said as he walked off.

Remus gave Janus a police Lego. “Do you want to behead the class traitor?”

“More than anything.” He gratefully took the Lego and let Remus help him put it in the guillotine, dropping the blade until it his head popped off. “I mean, I see Virgil’s point, but this is surprisingly therapeutic itself.”

Remus nodded.

“Now, what do we say?”

“ACAB!” Remus cheered.

Janus laughed. “True, but that’s not what I was looking for. What else starts with ‘A’?”

“Anarchy!” Remus swiped his Lego figures, spreading them on the floor. “They’re taking back their rights!”

Janus nodded and got up, unable to physically handle the amount of pride he was feeling in his son. “When you find my rights, please let me know. I want to store them right beside my white privilege.” He walked out, shedding a few tears as he did.

Virgil saw him and sighed. “Are you crying tears of pride because your son is leading a class war?”

Janus just nodded, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

“I mean, as much as I would love to participate in a class war, I’m pretty sure that’s not normal.”

“You and I both know that Remus isn’t normal, but as least he isn’t a capitalist.”

Virgil thought for a second and shrugged. “Yeah, you’re right.” He went back into his room.

Janus smiled and went to his own room, relishing in the fact that he was raising a family of punks.

[skreekies]

I Used To Say “All Lives Matter.” Here’s why I stopped, and think you should, too.

I hope this reaches someone who is confused, scared, and unsure, just like I was.

Hello. My name is Emma. I’m a white kid from North Carolina, raised by a couple of Canadians. Not terribly long ago, I was one to believe that it was impossible for all police to be bad. I was also one to do research into the negative effects of the Black Lives Matter movement’s actions. I don’t even consider any of these anymore, but I see people I love exhibiting these same ideas and values. I’m writing today to explain to you how and why I changed my mind, perhaps so you can understand.

When I was 14, Michael Brown was murdered by his local police. I was heartbroken and angry. But, while I did speak up in support of BLM, on the side I dug deeper into the idea that it might not be a great thing. I was quicker to be willing to dismiss the growing revolution than I was to join in. Why?

Looking back, I believe I was truly overwhelmed, and did not realize how overwhelming I found it all. I had a quiet desperation to neutralize everything, to say, “not all cops” and “not all black people” at the same time. That made it easier; processing the un-processable sorrow of millions of black Americans that I truly wished was not real. I was a pacifist. I wanted every breathing creature to live in peace and happiness. I still do. So why am I not going about it the same way now?

Let’s talk about ACAB. Why ARE all cops “bastards”? This acronym, as I understand it, was not made to suggest that each individual cop is a horrifyingly racist monster. What ACAB represents is the fact that police who work for the police system, which is historically and systematically racist in and of itself, who continue to work for that system and/or are silent in the face of these great injustices enacted by it, are part of the problem. Being silent is the least helpful thing anyone can do. It says: “No matter how I feel, I can’t bring myself to fight for the change I may or may not want to see”. So, yes. All cops who do little or nothing to help in the reconstruction of their rotten system are, indeed, bastards.

Now, why do I no longer indulge myself in researching the unsavory acts of “the good guys”? Why am I fast to jump in with the anger and protest and slow to join in on talk of the repercussions of their actions? This is because I’ve come to understand that anger is not an evil emotion- anger is liberating and powerful and is the cause of many great successful protests. Stonewall and World War II were not seen or won by peacefully roaming the street singing Kumbaya; they were won with destruction, passion, and anger.

I’m one to believe no one is beyond saving. But I understand now that bigots and killers are only salvageable if they choose to listen. Racists of past and present have made it abundantly clear they are not interested in hearing what black people have to say.

Black people have tried being peaceful. They have tried taking a knee. They have tried befriending and loving those who hate them. But it has never been enough and never will be enough. Love alone cannot save everyone, and it cannot prevent more innocent black people from being murdered. Hitler would never have surrendered; he had to end his life before his terrorism was stopped. We cannot sit and wait for another 6 years to see if the police system has a sudden change of heart. Change must rip violently through it from the inside out.

And yes, I did wonder why we didn’t just say “All Lives Matter” instead of "just" black ones. I’m no longer entirely sure of why this specifically was. Perhaps I wasn’t used to feeling excluded due to my sheltered, white only-child life. But now I have a crystal-clear understanding that, duh, all lives matter, but that’s not the point. The point is black people have been treated like dirt for centuries, and THAT matters. White people have always inherently mattered to the United States, nobody even needs to SAY white lives matter, we've NEVER had to say that. It’s the black ones who are in danger, have always been in danger, and who need all of our help.

Now, the looting. Is it bad? Yeah. Is it worth writing an essay about instead of a black man having his neck knelt on for 9 minutes, resulting in his death? No. I can acknowledge the fact that some actions of protesters are wrong, and still not give it the time of day in favor of the bigger problem. That is what the system wants; for you to be angry at something easier, like I was at the age of 14. Be mad that a perfectly fine Arby’s was burnt to the ground, make 3 Facebook posts about THAT instead of the murder of George Floyd.

The buildings will come back. Target themselves have stated that they are not concerned with having to rebuild their stores; that’s what insurance is for. If they’re truly a good company, their employees will get paid leave, too. If not, that’s a whole other nasty problem that needs fixing.

Small businesses are another story, of course. Target and Arby’s are big business. They can afford to rebuild and keep paying their employees. Small businesses cannot necessarily, and I do condemn those who light them ablaze (unless, of course, they are known to be owned by racists and/or other nasty types of humans).

Here’s where things get tricky. We haven’t forgotten about the pandemic, and there are plenty of protesters with no masks. I support the protests 100%, but not those who go without the proper protection. With masks, gloves, and other such precautions, protests become doable- just like going to the grocery store. Without masks, you put yourself and others in danger. It’s a very tricky situation, because indeed these protests are necessary. You can agree or disagree with that all you like. No change has ever come from taking no action.

The fact of the matter is, I and millions of others are tired and out of patience. I do not have the naive faith I had at 14. I understand now that it is up to all of us to make our voices heard and not ever shut up. I do not have faith in the police to sort itself out; I have faith in us.

I understand that talking about this can be uncomfortable, exhausting, and heartbreaking. I certainly felt all those things when I was 14, and I feel them now. But now I know how to manage myself, how to take care of my mental state in the face of a world on fire.

I am no longer afraid. I am enraged, loud, and tired. I stand with Black Lives Matter now and until the day I die.

I’m angry. And I won’t stop being angry until I or this broken racist system dies.

[mono-red-menace]

we were talking about cats in the group chat yesterday and my friend called my cat a "little bastard" and i said "yeah, he is" and he's like "every cat owner i know says that!" and i was like, "duh, acab, all cats are bastards"

[mxsmwndr]

Shitty things that happened in 2020:

so most of you may know, 2020 kills. literally. (too soon?) so here, feel free to continue my list of all the shitty things that have happened in 2020, whether it's for you or something else.

a friend of mine died who i was trying to find again (and yeah, i found him but now how i wanted to) ((he was 16))

quarantine (duh)

coronavirus (double duh)

no xc summer camp (the only camp i've really liked to go to)

another friend died (she was 15 or 16)

australian fires (yes, they are still going on)

blm vs all lives matter (come on people, we should have this down by now)

police brutality (seriously?! acab or leave, man)

riots

the whole us-vs-iran thing (world peace, ever heard of it?)

trump was impeached but not booted out of office (seriously, wtf?)

kobe bryant dies in a plane crash

fucking mųřđęř høřņęţ§ (*shivers*)

all that iowa caucus drama (don't even start)

coronavirus cases pass one million (1,000,000)

idk about y'all, but where i live it's fucking hot (which it really shouldn't be because yeah, global warming does exist)

the rednecks are tormenting protesters where i live. they're also just being a bunch of asses.

[doggieheaven2008]

also abbacchio IS acab cuz first of all it is italy not the us so they have different problems the us is not the only country please get taht out of ur head stop putting american issues on other countries ok. and ueah he was acab because he didnt like how u were able to just pay off cops he wanted to make the world better & safer but since he took the bribe his partner got killed and he lost everything and starting hating the police system because they take bribes and nothinb good comes from that so yeah. he is not prop cop the guy in a gang doesnt loke cops😱😱😱and also someone said “he wouldnt be acab if his partner didnt die” uhh yeah duh things dont happen if something that lead up to it didnt happen ots called character development u wouldnt be acab if they didnt kill people is that not the same thing...

[depressed-homosexual]

So yeah... I'm gay, duh... ummm. yeah

Gay

Frog

AocStan

Socialism

#BLM

Just like don't be a jerk in genreal??? Like???

acab

@opticalmongoose3 is my friend so check him out lol so yeah... me basically....