#mandy majors

[whats-33-what]

[mrmirr]

Mandy Majors ❤️🔥

[opossum-stuff]

He estado subiendo bastante contenido de Clone High y hace poco tuve un bloqueo, así que me dió por dibujar a la Malo con carne pandilla xd xd

[scrapnick]

The girlies of Endsville going through it 😔🙏🏻

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[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[softguarnere]

I've never participated in the lovely @blind-dates-fest before, so we're actually trying two new things this weekend: a new writing challenge, and writing for The Pacific for the first time. This OC has been banging around in my head for months now, so this seemed like a good time to introduce her - especially since she'll be making a cameo or two in one of my ongoing BOB fics. Without further ado, I hope y'all will enjoy Samantha "Mandy" Majors ♥️

The Deception of Appearances

Realistically, Mandy is aware that these are the men who are fighting for their country. The heroes of Guadalcanal can do as they please. But as MacDonald pushes his way through the bar’s crowd of wild, drinking men and boisterous women, dragging her along behind him, only one thought runs through her mind: What the hell am I doing here?

She knows, of course. She’s making money. She’s carving out a little space in journalism because, as her publisher always so kindly reminds her, the market is always changing, and fantasy stories will not be in fashion forever.

With that pleasant reminder, she lifts her chin and continues her walk into the unknown.

MacDonald struts ahead of her, openly ogling the men as if they’re an attraction at the zoo. There’s something distinctly unprofessional about the wide-eyed look that he’s always giving his subjects, like he’s got them trapped under a microscope and is poking around in their thoughts. He doesn’t seem to realize that he has a habit of making other people feel utterly invaded. Which, if Mandy had to guess, is probably why the Metropolitan Express has had her acting as his assistant for so many months. Well, that and, if she’s being honest, the fact that Duncan MacDonald cannot write to save his life.

As if reading her mind, MacDonald grabs her arm and hisses loudly in her ear to be heard over the celebrations, “Look at them! We’re bound to get a good story out of them.” Then, quietly, more urgently, “And quickly, too, because I don’t like the looks of this place.”

For once, Mandy finds herself agreeing with him. But, as is the way of the world, these things are easier said than done.

They manage to find a small table that’s miraculously unoccupied to set up shop at. Despite the look that MacDonald gives her when she orders a drink, Mandy settles in. Her boss might not want to spend any longer in this place than he has to, but that’s only because he’s not a real writer, and he doesn’t understand that the best stories come to those who are patient. These things can’t be forced, no matter how intent he seems on bending them to his will.

Besides his writing – or lack thereof – there’s the small matter of MacDonald himself. He’s too forthright, strutting up to the men and asking them bold questions with no sense of boundaries. Most respond by giving him a blank stare instead of a quote, and those who are willing to share any thoughts only give them the kind that cannot be put into print.

“Well I never,” MacDonald splutters as dark haired man with a wide smile answers his question – a completely tone deaf What’s been your favorite part of the war so far? – with a curt Wouldn’t you like to know, jackass? and a wink thrown at Mandy. MacDonald uselessly swabs his face with his handkerchief before sighing, “I don’t think this place agrees with me.” He mutters, perhaps thinking Mandy can’t hear him over the noise of the bar. “I should have stuck to vaudeville.”

I’ll drink to that, she thinks to herself as she surveys the man who’s supposed to be a war correspondent.

“He seemed to like you, though,” MacDonald says. He gives Mandy a curious look that she’s all too familiar with – one that suggests that she do all the work while he rests his delicate little mind. “Maybe you should try talking to them, without me.”

He’s throwing her to the wolves – or, more accurately, the Marines. But strangely, she finds that she doesn’t mind this time. After all, she came here to write about the war. Write about it accurately, honestly. People back home need to know what’s being fought for. And if she can lend her pen, her camera, and her typewriter to the cause, then by golly, she will. 

She nods. “Not such a bad idea.” And then she leaves him there, alone at the table, before he can change his mind.

Looking for a good story is not so different from hunting, if you think about it. At the edge of the room, Mandy surveys the scene before her. The Marines may be wild, but most of them are also intoxicated, which means their lips will be loose. She can use that to her advantage. Especially now that she’s free of MacDonald.

There. From across the bar, her eyes land on the dark-haired man who winked at her earlier. He’s one of the few men not entertaining one of the bar’s local Australian girls. An easy target.

As if to prove her point about patience, someone taps her on the shoulder just as she’s about to march through the fray to reach her intended target.

A different man, this one with blond hair, blushes slightly when she turns to him. “Um, excuse me, Miss,” he says, his thick accent taking her by surprise. For just a second, she mistakes him for one of the locals before she realizes that he’s wearing an American uniform with the name Phillips on his chest.

Maybe getting a quote will be easier than she thought it would be. “Yes?” 

Phillips nods across the bar to the man that was her original target. “My friend over there said you were a reporter, looking for quotes?”

Mandy nods, smiles, trying to make herself as bright and warm and trustworthy as possible. “That I am.” She holds up her notepad and taps it with a red fingernail. “You don’t happen to have one for me, do you Phillips?”

He’s not blushing anymore. He only smiles and shakes his head. “I’m afraid not. I don’t think I’m good enough with words for that kind of thing. But my friend is,” he adds before she can lose interest.

“Oh?” Mandy raises an eyebrow. “Do you think he would give me an interview?”

“I’m sure he would,” Phillips replies. “In fact, he was writing the entire time we were on Guadalcanal. He’ll probably give you some of his original notes.”

Mandy has to take a breath, remind herself not to get her hopes up. This could all be a rouse, after all, by some stranger.

But then again, even though she doesn’t know this Phillips, he doesn’t give off the energy of someone trying to pull a fast one on her. Maybe it’s just his southern charm, but she’s tempted to trust him right away.

“That would be great. Mind taking me to him?”

“Sure thing.” Phillips starts to weave through the crowd, leading her through the bar. He looks back and extends a hand part of the way through their walk. “I’m Sid Phillips, by the way.”

She accepts his hand. He’s got a firm shake. More of that southern charm, perhaps. “Samantha Majors. But my friends call me Mandy.”

As they push deeper into the bar, several men call out greetings to Phillips, slapping him on the back and palling around as they pass. Phillips returns their handshakes and smiles, only stopping to ask if anyone has seen the Professor. Most men shrug off the question, but one man finally points toward the farthest part of the bar and announces over all the noise, “Lucky is over there! Guess he needed a place to think.”

Lucky. The Professor. She’ll have to remember to ask about these nicknames during their interview. No doubt there’s a good story behind them both.

She slips her notebook out of her pocket as they walk, readies her pen as she turns to Phillips, ideas already churning in her head. “What’s your friend’s name?”

“There he is!” Phillips nods to a table in the bar’s far corner, where a small group of men sit drinking, partly obscured by shadow. “That’s him in the middle, with the curly hair. Robert Leckie.”

At the same moment that Phillips says his name, the man in question leans forward, throwing his face into light so that Mandy catches a glimpse of him for the first time. The sight makes her heart drop, and she freezes as if she’s just been caught red-handed.

“No,” she whispers. Then, in her head. It can’t be.

For a split second, she thinks that maybe her luck will be good, that she’s changed so much since their school days that he won’t recognize her. They’re not kids anymore. Maybe he’s forgotten her.

But the second that his eyes land on her, she knows that it’s no good. His expression changes quickly as he drops the thread of conversation with his friends to stare at her in confusion, then recognition. A small smile crosses his face and he stands, not frozen the way that she is.

“Sammy Majors?!” He calls, voice slightly too loud with the excitement of someone who has been drinking.

Phillips’ brow furrows as he glances between them. “You two know each other?”

“Yes,” Mandy whispers at the same time that Leckie announces, “We grew up down the street from each other!”

“Well, that’s good, right?” Phillips turns to her when he asks. “No awkward introductions to hold back your interview.”

Mandy has to force the words out of her mouth; they feel like they’re stuck to her tongue with paste. “Yeah. I guess so.”

Leckie, as usual, seems undaunted by everything before him. He shoves the man sitting next to him over and uses a grand gesture to indicate the vacated seat to Mandy. “Come join us!”

The confident demeanor that she’s worked so hard to build up all these years is slipping. With every step she takes towards him, Mandy feels like she’s clinging to it for dear life. She has to remind herself that she’s no longer Sammy Majors, the little girl who sits by the window writing fairytales because she couldn’t go out to play. She’s no longer Sammy Majors, who entered every writing competition their school hosted in vain, always losing out to lucky Robert Leckie, whose stories and poems were always so much better than hers. Robert Leckie, who had a job at the local newspaper before they had even finished high school.

As she takes the seat he offers her, one of the other men at the table laughs when he asks, “Hey, Lucky, does Vera know about this?”

Robert Leckie, who always so obviously had a crush on Vera Keller from across the street. Robert Leckie, who never seemed to realize that she existed . . . but who recognized her at first sight after all these years, and on the other side of the world, to boot.

Leckie smiles at her, so warm and open, as if his success in writing didn’t come so easily to him that it always crushed Mandy’s heart, her hopes, and her dreams. “What are you doing here?”

In response, Mandy raises her notepad and purses her lips, resetting her usual, casual demeanor that she has spent so many years working on. “I’m with the Metro Express, and my source tells me that you might be good for a quote.”

Several of his friends ooh and aah like a Greek chorus, jostling him as they laugh.

“He’s got more than just a quote for you!” One of them hoots.

“Yeah,” another man adds. “Try a whole novel!”

Mandy raises an eyebrow. “Is that so?” When Leckie shrugs in response, she allows herself to smile, to be friendly, even though it goes against her better instincts. “Robert Leckie, ever the writer.”

“Fight by day, write by night.”

She makes a small scribble on her notepad to make sure her pen still works. “Well, Private Leckie. Do you have time for a quick interview?”

Leckie leans back in his seat and takes a drag off his cigarette. A smirk plays at the corners of his mouth as he exhales the smoke, nods. “Fire when ready, Miss Majors.”

[the-feels-assassin]

You know there is something about a promotion ceremony. Just taking a moment to step back, have a bit of pomp and circumstance and appreciate the work someone has done, to like come together as a group and celebrate someone, have some cake, watch as their proud parents pin the next rank on them.

I don’t know I just think it’s nice.

[awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands]

I am so unwell. I can't wait to know more about this story ( totally not crying, screaming, throwing up for the kiss)

[mpwma]

Tonight is MLW War Chamber 2023! Mandy Leon vs. Clara Carrera! Should we cover the show?

[whats-33-what]

Stunning Mandy Majors

[mrmirr]

Mandy Majors 🔥❤️

[maxwellatoms]

They left me no choice.

The animation industry is an absolute trash fire right now, and TBH... I don't think it's going to recover. Not in a form I recognize, anyway.

I could go on all day about the self-hating monster that is the Animation Business, but I've said it all before. Right now, none of the major studios are making much of anything, and almost all of what they are making is "library content". I'm currently doing storyboard revisions alongside a number of other former producers and directors, and I'm lucky to have the work. Once all of the mismanagement and the mergers get sorted, though, there should be plenty of room for more mismanagement and mergers. And the A.I. Don't forget the A.I.

It seems that I either give myself over fully to the souring corporate teat in the hopes that I can pretend that I still live in a world where "the grind" matters. Or I take a risk and make one big push to do... something.

First up:

Billy & Mandy vs. The Entertainment Industry:

This is my interview/reality/documentary show on the making of The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy from stem to stern. I'll be talking to as many people as I can who worked on the show about all sorts of different parts of the process. We'll definitely get to voice actors, but the first segment is probably going to be about Billy & Mandy's pre-history and the Big Pick Weekend.

The Upward Expedition:

This is my pick for my indie show. I have a bible. I have a decade of ideas. Time to sit down and tell a story. I want to get some screen sharing going at some point. I'll definitely share artwork as well as the trials and tribulations of getting from There to Back Again.

I'd love to get a Discord server going and provide a place where people can talk about the stuff I'm making (and the entertainment industry in general). I still have enough Billy & Mandy swag left that I'm sure I'll factor that stuff in as well.

In the immediate future, the funding goes to securing a space to do the interviews and probably to banking money for voice actors. I'm still deciding on my update schedule, but it should start in earnest next week.

I'm excited. Pretty scared... but also excited.

More updates to come. Definitely let me know if there's anything specific you'd like to see on the Patreon!

As always, thanks for sticking around!

[webslingingslasher]

Modelling all the new lingerie you bought for frat Peter and he's absolutely losing his mind

i want to preface that this is absolutly size inclusive, i just went with victoria's secret for the branding but we're gonna pretend they have all the sizes and inclusitivity they should.

warnings: a lil smutty

Peter eyed the pink and black paper bag in your hand, he tried to be understanding but there is nothing in that store that’s for him. You said you had a surprise and you got him something, but here you were standing in front of him with a victoria’s secret bag and a wide smile. 

“If you want me to wear womens panties during sex I need to hear you say it now.” 

You laugh, “no, that’s not… wait, would you?” 

“I’d do anything for you.” 

You roll your eyes, “always dramatic, parker.” 

He would. He’d do anything for you, you just don’t believe him yet. 

“No, I got these for you…” you trail and have a hand go digging, you pull up a lacy red lingerie piece. 

Dead silence, you start to feel insecure. Mandy assured you he’d like it, go feral even. But he’s giving you a blank stare, you want to throw the fabric over the balcony. After a crushing thirty second silence you feel warmth flooding your cheeks, you scramble to put the fabric back in. It’s pointless, you’d never be able to look at it again, let alone the store. 

Peter’s eyes widened watching your panicked movements, he was waiting for more information. He supposes it’s pretty but he really doesn’t think he could fit in it, plus this is a pretty major kink to throw on him at once. 

Refusing to make eye contact you ramble, “this was so stupid, I hate myself.” 

“Hey,” 

“Forget this ever happened, this is so embarrassing I have to leave.” 

“Hey,” louder. 

You bulldozed. 

“In fact, I think we could just end this here, peter. I mean this was obviously weird enough for the both-” 

He’s not going to lose you, “I didn’t say anything!” 

“That’s the point! You aren’t into it, Mandy swore you’d like it but-” 

Peter lets out a sigh, “baby, I mean, is that even my size?” 

You stop speaking and blink, you look at the bag and back at your frat boy. 

He thought it was for him, he actually thought you wanted him to dress up for you. 

“No, you dolt! They’re mine, I just wanted to, I dunno.. model them for you.” 

It felt less embarrassing wallowing in silence. 

“Oh.” 

“Oh!” 

A cocky grin spilled over his face, his hands interlocked behind his head and he leaned back on his bed, you watched his core tighten and flex with the movement. 

Peter licked his lips, “please do. Leave red for last, it’s my favorite color.” 

You’re glad he can’t see your shy smile, “I know.” 

The conformation makes the heat blossom in his chest. 

—-------------

Peter loves how you look, he says it every chance he gets, but knowing you put on a skimpy outfit with the goal being observed made you self conscious in a different way. Peter makes sure to dote on you plenty when he’s taking your clothes off, but those are small glances and kisses, this was you presenting yourself and showing off. 

You ran a hand down your torso as you exhaled heavily, you had to trust Peter. You weren’t sure what was happening between you two, it was a weird midway point. It was like you were dating but the casual touching or labeling was way off beat. 

The bathroom door clicks open and you step out boldly. 

“Ready?” 

Your boy’s head lifted off the bed, the first glance sent him scrambling to hit up. His eyes dragged over your body, everywhere he could see he soaked it in, like he was memorizing each curve of your body. It should make you feel self conscious, but he makes you confident. 

“My beautiful girl, hm?” His hands reach out, you step into his hold and feel him explore. You feel his fingertips race across the black lace of your bra, it’s not covering much, you can feel the heat of his hands through the mesh on your chest. 

You squirm as his tracing tickles you, his thumbs resting at your hips, he can’t stop himself. He lifts up the lace hanging from your front, the baby doll thrown over his head as he presses kisses up and down your torso. You sigh and grab the back of his head, you tangle into the curls and lean into him as his fingers dig into the plush on your waistline to keep you close. 

“So fuckin’ pretty,” batty eyelashes blink up at you, he’s a proud simp and munch. He kisses right above your thong, “how’d I get so lucky?”

His words make your knees weak, he always talks like that, like he’s the most lucky person on the planet to have you in his arms. He acts like you chose him, like you picked the short straw, but you were the lucky one. 

You pat his shoulders and step away, “one out of five?” 

No hesitation, “seven.” 

“Cheat. Don’t go anywhere, I have two more.” 

Peter sputters, “as if you have to tell me?” 

—----------------------

This one was a lot more fitting. 

It was bold, it was a nice hunter green, a bold bra and itty, bitty, crotchless panties. 

It felt like everything but your nipples were out, you’d burn this one if you hadn’t put your foot in your mouth about two more. You tap your foot as you look over yourself in the mirror and shake your head. Peter's seen you naked hundreds of times but you felt more exposed than ever before. 

“Petey?” 

Muffled, “yes, baby?” 

You didn’t know where to go from there, you heard movement, then a little closer to the door. 

“You alright, baby?” 

You let out a puff of air, “it’s a lot.” 

He’s connecting dots, “the outfit?” 

“Yeah.” 

Peter lets out an airy laugh, “I hate to tell you babe, but I’ve seen it all and love it more every time I do.” 

You nibble your lip, you just need a hype man, he could be that easily. 

“I’m like, naked naked.” 

“Perfect.” 

“It’s dark green.” 

A whine, “please let me see!” 

You crack the door open and peek out an eye, you see Peter watching the ground before looking up and smiling wide. You swing it open and spin slowly, his eyes not leaving your lower half. Peter crosses to the doorway and pulls at your hips and throws you on the bathroom counter. 

You gasp and watch his eyes trail down, he catches sight between your legs and you close them self consciously, his hand stops the meeting, then taps at your knee with his thumb for you to open back up for him. He takes his time drawing you in, his throat low and scratchy when he speaks. 

“Oh, oh I like these. I like these a lot.” 

Peter’s thumb races up the side of your thigh before gently tracing around your inner thigh and higher, you jostle as he rubs over the space your crotch should be, you choke on air and hit your head against the mirror, you open your eyes to see his locked on your face, his pupils blended into his eyes. 

He circles again and you grab his wrist to push it away, “I still have to show you the red one.” 

“I already saw it, I’m about to get on my knees and worship you.” 

Your cheeks feel like they're on fire, “let me show you the last one, then you can choose which one you wanna take me in.” 

Peter gives a sharp inhale, “you’re gonna fuckin’ kill me.” 

—-----------------------

A full piece in red, you picked this one out yourself. It screamed Peter, the color, the lace, the style. 

The body had a built in corset, red cinched your waist. The bottom lapels had straps that connected to your thigh belts, this time a cheeky pair of underwear. It contrasted the harsh sex of the bodice, a peek of bum that led more to the imagination, just like your chest being pushed up from the corset. 

It was both the most dressed and undressed you’ve been all evening. The other’s were more uncovered but this one made you feel hot and powerful and confident. 

You didn’t need any help with this one. 

“This gotta be your favorite, right?” 

Peter felt time stop, he was absolutely speechless. He’s never seen you so.. so… gorgeous. A cocky grin, one that told him you knew how good you looked. And he doesn’t care what anyone has to say, his girl wearing his favorite color in lingerie was the down right sexiest thing he’s ever seen. 

His silence doesn’t scare you, it makes you fill with pride. 

“Yeah… that’s the one.” 

You stalked to the end of the bed where he sat, his fingers tugging at your thigh buckles. 

“I’ve never had a girl dress up for me like this.” A delicate confession, while his fingers and hands fondled over your backside and thighs. 

You shrug and run your hand through his hair, “you make me want to dress up for you.” 

Peter pulls at you to straddle his waist, “I’ll never stop being grateful.” 

“Is this the winner? You can take it off whenever.” 

Peter runs his tongue over his teeth, “I kinda just like looking at you right now.” 

The black piece was lust. 

The green piece was passion. 

The red piece was love. 

Three things are very clear to Peter Parker in that moment. 

One, he wasn’t sure when, but you were going to be his girlfriend. 

Two, he’s almost eighty percent sure he loves you. 

Three, this is the hardest he’s been in his entire life. 

[mylancap1]

SPEAKER'S EDITION: KILA, THE WILDEST ONE

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Maka… aku akan layan balik antara speaker paling aku favorite. List bersusun sebenarnya tapi salah sorang yang aku letak top mesti la Kila. Girl yang sangat underrated. Aku pun tak tau kenapa tak ramai fappers yang bernafsu dengan dia. Sedangkan bagi aku, bila dia buka mulut, aku dah mencanak.

Dengan wajah typical girl yang nampak educated, specky… damn, aku rasa idea ni pun buatkan dick aku dah tegang. Sapa yang faham akan faham macam mana girl yang bijak mcm Kila ni ada tempat tersendiri dalam sexual taste. Kila aku letak dia di tengah-tengah antara conservative minded dengan liberal minded. Dia masih lagi pakai tudung walaupun majority dia akan tayangkan boobs dia yang segar, besar dan ranum tahap maksimum. Dia akan show off aset dia kaw kaw. Dia tak kisah kalau pakai skirt yang senteng sikit untuk tayang betis dia. Dalam masa yang sama, dia kadang-kadang acah Muslimah gitu. So called hijabista style. Bila aku tengok muka dia bercakap, aku memang rasa dia selayaknya terima pancutan sperm yang pekat likat dekat muka.

Sebab dia jenis yang suka outdoor, banyak la waktu dia akan pakai Tshirt yang menyebabkan sideboobs dia tertayang sepenuhnya. Kalau Kila tayang masa mandi dan lepas kena air, memang shape keseluruhan akan nampak. Tetek yang bagi aku kategori busty. Lebih besar dari size sederhana.

Kila yang aku kenal sangat menjaga tetek dan bontot dia. Dia akan shopping bra yang branded. Selalunya koleksi bra dia dari La Senza. Memang premium habis dia cari. Dengan warna bra yang boleh buatkan batang aku mencanak 100%. Bila dia married, aku lagi bernafsu. Wifey orang yang lebih subur dan kenyal. Aura sex dia memang nampak terus dari muka dia. Dia memang skillful dalam oral sex. Blowjob yang padu sampai tahap deepthroat. Kila suka dominate partner. Akan edging batang sampai nak terpancut. Tapi dia tahan jangan bagi pancut. Sampai la mani dah tak sanggup nak bertahan. Bila sperm dah keluar, Kila akan torture lagi, akan handjob, blowjob, deepthroat sampai la partner terpaksa cum berkali-kali. Sampai kering. Lepas tu rest kejap dan terus dengan fucking. Damnnn sapa yang jenis kejap dah pancut tu memang kena reject awal-awal dengan Kila.

Walaupun ada yang cakap muka Kila tak lawa, aku akan tepis pendapat ni. Sebab bagi aku Kila ni bukan la flawless macam founder produk putih tetapi muka dia tunjukkan taste dia dalam sexual sangat tinggi. Bila dia pakai baju yang dressing ketat, fuck… dekat situ la batang lelaki mana pun takkan boleh control. Dengan tetek bengkak, pinggang slim, bontot membulat.. fuckkk pakej yang perfect bagi aku. Apa lagi Kila ni kategori tinggi bagi girl. So kalau position Kila memang suka kalau lelaki tolak dia rapat ke dinding. Kiss lama-lama, jilat dia 1 badan dekat dinding, lepas tu angkat kaki dan fuck sambil berdiri. Kalau dah tahap gila, bawak Kila sampai tangga dan fuck terus dekat situ. Orang macam Kila ni tak suka fucking dekat bilik sepanjang masa. Dia akan pilih tempat yang pelbagai. Atas sofa, atas meja, atas tangga, baring dekat lantai, dalam kereta… memang Kila dari remaja ada impian nak make love tempat-tempat berbeza. Paling thrill, Kila nak kena lenjan dekat public. Ahhhh, sapa yang boleh langsaikan idaman dia ni. Kalau paling ideal bagi aku, fucking dekat balkoni condo, bagi terbukak sampai jiran nampak. Tu pun dah cukup wow.

Kila memang sangat tinggi sexual taste dia. Takkan layan dick kecik. Dia suka batang yang gemuk, berurat dan besar panjang. European pun dia perlekehkan. Level Kila nak yang black guy. Kalau dia layan porn pun, dia akan layan blacked yang 12-13 inch. Kila memang mengidam nak kena fuck dengan lelaki hitam. Dirty talk sampai batang panjang hentak gspot dia sampai squirt. Kila akan squirt bila batang panjang dari bawah menggerudi dia nonstop. Fuckkkk.

Kawan kawan Kila kenal dia sebagai open minded girl. Dari Form 1 dia dah addicted dengan porn. Masa Form 1 lagi Kila dah boleh bercakap depan public. So kalau bercakap depan Utube ni tak ada apa sangat la bagi dia. Ikutkan Kila suka sembang sexual topic, deep talk pasal sexual tapi sebab benda tu taboo gila, dia terpaksa buat benda tu dengan kawan kawan je. Dorang ada private group untuk confess sexual taste masing-masing. Kila akan guide kawan kawan dia A-Z. Memang superb dan ada knowledge yang mendalam Kila ni.

Jujur aku cakap, kalau aku tak tau nak lenjan sapa, memang Kila jadi pilihan aku. Aku suka hijabista yang open minded dan ada sexual drive yang tinggi. Lepas tu boleh express keinginan sexual dia. Ahhhh sumpah sedap sial.

Fuckkkkk. I wanna fuck you Kila. Shit. Horny gila tengok Kila dressing raya dengan ketat, dengan kain licin. Ahhhhh damn. Muka, badan, gaya bercakap, gaya berjalan. Semua meminta-minta. Memang Kila show off habis-habisan untuk kena fuck. Batang bengkok aku dah ready nak fuck kau Kila. Level Kila ni dah macam porn star bagi aku. Aku akan fuck dia sambil jilat 1 badan, dari rambut, muka, tetek, ketiak, perut, pussy, sampai kaki pun aku jilat. Aku layan kau macam sex slave. Tak puas dengan pussy, dengan anal sekali aku lenjan. Sampai Kila lunyai. Tu je boleh puaskan Kila. Ahhhhh fuck.

Shitttt, aku kalah dengan boobs bengkak kau Kila. Besar nak mampus. Lagi bengkak, lagi show off. Memang gaya mcm ni la yang aku suka. Open minded dan biarkan fappers layan habis habisan. Arghhhhhhh…. fapppppp.

RATING

Face 8/10

Muka Kila bagi aku antara kekuatan dia. Dia ada something dekat muka. Ada aura sex yang cukup kuat. Aku bukan jenis cepat turn on tengok muka tapi untuk Kila ada pengecualian. Dengan specky, ahhhh memang Kila stok pancut sperm dekat muka. Sperm banyak, likat, meleleh. Tu je yang layak untuk Kila. Muka yang wild, notty habis.

Boobs 10/10

Boobs yang perfect, melebihi markah normal. Aku follow dia dari sekolah menengah lagi, so aku boleh nampak peningkatan boobs dia yang sangat perfect ni. Tetek macam Kila la contoh natural boobs yang sangat padu. Memang level porn star. Body yang tak chubby sangat tapi boobs busty & solid. Lagi padu, bila dia suka tayangkan aset dia yang satu ni. Memang dia bangga ada boobs besar. Kalau titsfuck, aku tak tau berapa minit aku boleh bertahan. Damn.

Butt 7/10

Kila jarang show off aset kedua dia ni. Memang bontot bukan la kelebihan dia no 1 tapi sesekali bila ada candid dan nampak butt dia, ahhhh aku tetap rasa butt dia bukan kategori biasa-biasa jgk. Lebih tahap normal, cuma jarang dia belanja. Sebab aset no 1 dia dah cover semua. Tapiiii, aku rasa anal sex antara yg aku nak buat bila lenjan Kila. Sebab aku rasa butt Kila ni memang terbaik utk position yang ada kaitan dengan butt macam doggy. Slapping kuat-kuat bontot Kila. Ahhh.

Body Cutting 9/10

Hampir perfect. Kalau sekali sekala dia belanja pakai kebaya, kurung modern atau baju yang ketat, dekat situ aku kalah teruk. Aku rasa dia agak tinggi, tak skinny sangat tak chubby sangat. Tapi dua aset memainkan peranan. Terutamanya boobs. Menyebabkan markah body dia memang sukar nak dinafikan, hampir sempurna. Sebab tu utk oral sex aku tak teragak-agak nak layan dia dari rambut sampai kaki.

Sexual Attractiveness 10/10

Aku rasa Kila sangat bernafsu tinggi. Cuma Kila ni type yang memilih. Dia akan reject bodoh mcm tu je partner yang tak menepati taste dia. Kalau sekali menepati, dia akan guna cukup-cukup. Dengan round berkali-kali. Sexual yang sangat-sangat padu. Dan Kila jgk into kinky, bondage. BDSM dia suka explore dan antara kegemaran dia suka torture partner. Dia akan lenjan dick sampai betul-betul kering. Paling gila dia boleh cari P-spot. Yang korek bontot lelaki dan cari spot sampai sperm meleleh dengan sendiri. Ahhhh crazyyyy.

Others

Kila suka bite. Dia suka menggigit. Suka buat love bite. Memang power habis. Dia suka benda-benda rare senang cakap. Sampai jilat dan cium ketiak partner. Rimming ass. Tu menyebabkan Kila berada dalam level tersendiri bagi aku. Kalau porn tak taboo dekat Malaysia, Kila antara salah sorang calon paling layak. Paling ditunggu tentu la gangbang edition. Fuck.

OVERALL RATING

9/10

36C? Or 36D? Arghhhhhhhhhhhhh Kila, fuck youuuu. 5th round aku cum. Shit… tewas teruk aku hari ni.

[headspace-hotel]

Just spent a couple hours digging into this book. I'm not even sure what has worse environmental impacts, the paper the book is made of or the opinions printed within.

Is "post-colonial" literary theory a joke? It's distressing that a book printed in 2021 by a reputable academic press can be so painfully Eurocentric, and I mean PAINFULLY. The philosophical and literary frameworks drawn upon in most chapters are like what some British guy in 1802 would come up with. In most of the chapters, every framework, terminology, and example is inseparably fused to Latin, Greek, and/or Christian philosophers, myths and texts, even down to the specific turns of phrase. You would think only Europeans had history or ideas until the 20th century.

Don't get me wrong, non-european and even specifically anti-colonial sources are used, and I don't think all the writers are white people, but...that's what's so weird and off-putting about it, most of the book as a whole utterly fails to absorb anything from non-European and in particular anti-colonial points of view. The chapters will quote those points of view but not incorporate them or really give their ideas the time of day, just go right back to acting like Plato and Aristotle and Romantic poets are the gold standard for defining what it means to be human.

In brief, the book is trying to examine how literature can shed light on the climate crisis, which is funny because it completely fails to demonstrate that literature is good or helpful for the climate crisis. Like that is for sure one major issue with it, it shows that people *have* written stuff about climate change, but it sure doesn't convince you that this stuff is good.

Most of the works quoted are rather doomerist, and a lot of the narrative works specifically are apocalypse tales where most of Earth's population dies. The most coherent function the authors can propose that literature fulfills is to essentially help people understand how bad things are. One of the essays even argues that poetry and other creative work that simply appreciates nature is basically outdated, because:

“One could no longer imagine wandering lonely as a cloud, because clouds now jostle in our imaginations with an awareness of atmospheric concentrations of carbon dioxide and other atmospheric pollutants” (Mandy Bloomfield, pg. 72)

Skill issue, Mandy.

The menace of doomerism in fiction and poetry is addressed, by Byron Caminero-Santangelo, on page 127 when he references,

the literary non-fiction of a growing number of authors who explicitly assert, some might even say embrace, the equation between fatalistic apocalyptic narrative and enlightenment…they are authoritative in their rejection of any hope and in their representation of mitigatory action as the cliched moving of deckchairs on a sinking ship

He quotes an essay “Elegy for a country’s seasons” by Zadie Smith, who says: “The fatalists have the luxury of focusing on an eschatological apocalyptic narrative and on the nostalgia of elegy, as well as of escape from uncertainty and responsibility to act." Which is spot-on and accurate, but these observations aren't recognized as a menace to positive action, nor is the parallel to Christian thought that eagerly looks forward to Earth's destruction as a cathartic release from its pain made fully explicit and analyzed. Most of the creative works referenced and quoted in the book ARE this exact type of fatalistic, elegiac performance of mourning.

I basically quit reading after Chapter 11, "Animals," by Eileen Crist, which begins:

The humanization of the world began unfolding when agricultural humans separated themselves from wild nature, and started to tame landscapes, subjugate and domesticate animals and plants, treat wild animals as enemies of flocks and fields, engineer freshwater ecologies, and open their psyches to the meme of the ‘the human’ as world conquerer, ruler and owner.

This is what I'm talking about when I say it's dripping Eurocentrism; these ideas are NOT universal, and it's adding nothing to the world to write them because they fall perfectly in line with what the European colonizing culture already believes, complete with the lingering ghost of a reference to the Fall of Man and banishment from the Garden of Eden. It keeps going:

“Over time, the new human elaborated a view of the animal that ruptured from the totemic, shamanic and relational past.”

Okay so now she's introducing the idea of progression from shamanic nature-worshipping religions of our primitive past...hmm I'm sure this isn't going anywhere bad

“While humanity has largely rejected the colonizing project with respect to fellow humans, the occupation of non-human nature constitutes civilization’s last bastion of ‘normal’ colonialism. A new humanity is bound sooner or later to recognize and overthrow a colonialism of ‘nature,’ embracing a universal norm of interspecies justice.” (pg. 206) 

OKAY????

Not only denying that colonialism still exists, but also saying that humans' relationship with nature constitutes colonialism??

Embracing limitations means scaling down the human presence on demographic and economic fronts…(pg.207)

ope, there's the "we have to reduce the human population"

Embracing limitations further mandates pulling back from vast expanses of the natural world, thus letting the lavishness of wild (free) nature rule Earth again” (pg. 207) 

aaaaaaand there's the "we have to remove humans from wild nature so it can be freeeeeee"

don't get me wrong like I am a random white person with no particular expertise in anti-colonialist thought but I think this is an easy one. I'm pretty sure if your view of nature is that colonialism involving subjugating humans doesn't exist any more and actually humans existing in and altering nature is the real colonialism so we should remove humans from vast tracts of earth, your opinion is just bad.

Anyways y'all know I have an axe to grind against doomerism so it was probably obvious where this was going but good grief.

[softguarnere]

wait wait wait I somehow just accidentally created a whole crossover between FFWL and another fic that I've never even talked about on here and it has me feeling like