So, it happened, Mother and Sister finally broke me and I don't want to be involved in any way anymore in their fucking war (not sure if it's a was when only one of them has declared it, but anyway...)
And yes, I am still deeply upset that Mother abused psychologically Sister since she was 7 (we have 6 years of difference and I stopped living regularly at home since I was 14, I was not there to witnessed it) and Mother often manipulated me in reinforcing the abuse with me none the wiser (Sister told me everything only a few years ago), but the point is, I still love my mother and she's the only parent I have left.
I love my sister, nobody is more important in my life than my sister, I would kill and die for her, but she's over 30 now, refusing therapy or direct confront with Mother and I'm tired to be in the middle.
To say it in Italian, Hanno rotto il cazzo (literally, "They broke my dick", English is not very good for this kind of phrases... you're missing out, you know? Translated would be, "I'm sick of their bullshit").
So, Mother wants to drop down unannounced to Sister because she's refusing to answer her calls and also ripped her a new one a couple of weeks ago when Mother was pushing me again? Good, but she will not stay with me and I will not keep her plan a secret.
Sister is angry at Mother for various reasons? I will not coddle her anymore. She either confronts mother or her feelings with therapy but that's enough.
I'm tired. I exhausted by years and years of two neurodivergency never diagnosed or even considered. I'm about to be 40. The future is bleak (especially the environment). I'm single, so I'll probably end up alone if I don't get the energies to go back on the dating scene. I'm not able to keep my house anymore or the discipline to exercise at least once a week.
They either sort their shit out or they don't. I don't care. I'm done.
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hmm... in a "Charlie gets wings" scenario, which sparks more joy...
the idea of Charlie very awkwardly unfolding a pair of gold angel wings that almost perfectly match Adam's (the ones her mom would have had if Lilith hadn't gone all demon) except they have only one stripe (like Vaggie's) and Vaggie is gleefully assuring her gf that she wears them SO MUCH BETTER than Adam ever did
OR, Charlie deliberately giving herself a pair of dragon-like wings, to match with Razzle (and the fallen Dazzle), setting herself completely apart from angelic dad bc she's hellborn and proud of it
XD charlie getting the gold ones and being all "nooo.... nnnoooooooo i don't want those... icky, icky associations... let's just trade them out ok???"
and THEN making herself the demon wings like aaahhhh yessss MUCH better o^w^o
(vaggie waking up next morning to find Charlie not in bed but something overhead SNORES, and it's her girlfriend, her gf has become a sleepy demon-winged cocoon snuggle blob, hanging upside down from their bed canopy by her demon tail, crashing on top of vaggie with a yelp the moment vaggie tries tentatively poking her gf awake with one of her own feathery wings) (it Tickled)
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It's been a really busy week so I'm just going to indulge myself and talk about exactly what I'd love to be doing rn with CEO!Bucky
When I imagine CEO scenarios though, I don't think of the reader as his assistant or an intern. Maybe the CEO and his comms director. Someone he considers an equal because I think that's a hell of a lot more sexy and still has a power imbalance 🥵
He knows you're incredibly capable. He knows you've got more drive than anyone else in the company. He knows you've spent years pushing yourself to get to where you are and you're determined to keep climbing.
But at the same time; it's nice to get a break from that too. Sometimes it's nice to just be tossed around and given orders. You get to switch your brain off and give in to whatever feels good.
And that's how you found your knees hitting the plush grey carpet of the CEO's office on a Friday afternoon.
"Good girl. So fucking pretty." Bucky's hand on your chin directs your face upwards. He's continuing the task you started a few minutes prior; stroking his own cock at a leisurely place and enjoying the sight of you in front of him with your blouse missing the top few buttons.
There's nothing else you'd rather be doing right now. There's no other release that lets you unwind like this. You don't have to think about anything other than the glossy bead of precum gathering on the tip of your boss' dick and the way that even the sight of it makes your mouth water.
His other hand is still holding your chin but you don't want to just watch when you can do so much more than that. You lean over, taking the head of his cock in your mouth, flicking your tongue over the very tip to lap up the precum you've been craving.
Your hand replaces his, jerking his length slowly with a measured pressure while your tongue swirls, keenly licking away any fresh evidence of his arousal.
"Fuck." He groans, melting into your eagerness. He's had a long week too. You know he needs this as much as you do but he's just as respectful as ever, conscious not to press himself into your waiting mouth.
"I bet you're wet already, aren't you? You look like such a sweetheart. No one would ever guess that you get off on sucking my cock. I bet everyone thinks you're so innocent but they don't get to feel the way you drip down your own thighs after you swallow my cum." You imagine that mouth of his has got him in plenty of trouble over the years but fuck, you love it. You swear he could probably get you off just by talking to you.
You hum happily, taking as much of his length into your mouth as you can manage, wincing slightly the first time his tip nudges the back of your throat. Your flat tongue rolls against the underside of his length, your hand cupping his balls and you feel his palm settle on the back of his head.
"You're so fucking keen." His blunt fingernails scratch gently against the nape of your neck and it feels like such a tender gesture. You get to be unashamed of how keen you are with him. There's no embarrassment or reservation. You don't have to hold yourself back to save face and it's refreshing to want someone this much.
You head bobs on his length, your lips forming a perfect tight ring and every now and again, you're rewarded with the sharpness of some fresh precum smeared onto your tongue.
"You should slow down, sweetheart. I don't want to finish yet." His voice is a little strained and it's beautiful. Now you're torn though. You don't want this to end but you're desperate to feel hot ropes of his cum splash over your waiting tongue and across your face.
Somewhat selfishly, you do as you're told. Your body reminds you of your own desperation and you don't want to ruin your chances of getting bent over that desk.
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I think abt Caleb Covington being simultaneously a terrible guy and also supporting of gay rights.
i mean, did he wanted to trap three teenage boys into his club and force them out of their freedom of choices and decisions to work for him forever with the threat of putting an end to their existence if they refused? yes.
But he also was bringing willie's boyfriend closer to him.
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they're fictional characters with a total of 10 minutes screen time, buddie or bucktommy shippers wanting them dead so we can get cute family storylines is not some moral failing that needs calling out
911 is not a soap but it is a drama and if anyone thinks the possibility of that baby coming back isn't brought up in the writers room in the next few years then people really need to stop talking about "media literacy" when they're that stupid
y'all's determination to fridge every woman like they're just an incubator for your fanfic is fuckin disgusting misogynistic behavior and I hope you live a long and fruitless life haunted by your mediocrity and eventually die still mad about not getting it. toodles! 😘😘😘
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