#pu poll

[ultimate-word-tournament]

Ultimate Word Tournament!

Season 2

đìu hiu (Vietnamese) [ʔɗiw˨˩ hiw˧˧] evoking a complex sense/feeling of longing, loneliness that is bittersweetly, wistfully sad; desolate; gloomy; forlorn.

pu (toki pona)

/pu/ 1. to read or otherwise interact with Toki Pona: The Language of Good, by Sonja Lang. 2. an interaction with Toki Pona: The Language of Good. 3. (by extension) The book Toki Pona: The Language of Good itself. see also "lipu pu"

(for context, lipu pu was the first published book detailing how to speak toki pona. The word is kinda a jokey word and not really considered essential, but it is still useful if you want to talk about the book and the original 120 words in it, as opposed to words coined later)

[galavant-song-tournament]

once again I am asking you all for new tournament ideas

[spike-and-faye]

COWBOY BRACKET:

PHASE 1 - ROUND 2

[words-for-cat-bracket]

round 2 - day 7 - 3 of 8

brought to you by: popeye

pus (norwegian) vs chonker (english)

info and propawganda under the cut!

pus /pʉːs/

because it's out of the ordinary

chonker - no IPA provided

It's chonker duh :D

[truetellsnigeria1]

#Osun Election: APC, PDP Agents Buy Votes For N5000, Force Voters To Swear Before Getting Paid

#Osun Election: APC, PDP Agents Buy Votes For N5000, Force Voters To Swear Before Getting Paid

There have been widespread reports of vote-buying in the ongoing Osun State governorship election by the ruling All Progressives Congress (APC) and the main opposition, the Peoples Democratic Party (PDP). According to some observers of the election, in some of the polling units, the APC agents “rewarded” voters with an amount between N5,000 and N10,000 after casting their votes while the PDP…

[literaryvein-reblogs]

A List of "Ugly" Words

to try to include in your next poem/story. This is a compilation of words mentioned in articles and polls I found online deemed "ugly" or "gross", or are the "most hated".

Bulbous - fat, round, or bulging.

Chunky - bulky and solid.

Curd - a soft, white substance formed when milk sours, used as the basis for cheese.

Engorge - cause to swell with blood, water, or another fluid.

Fester - to become septic; suppurate. To become rotten and offensive to the senses. To become worse or more intense, especially through long-term neglect or indifference.

Hurl - to throw (an object) with great force.

Lugubrious - looking or sounding sad and dismal.

Maggot - a soft-bodied legless larva, especially that of a fly found in decaying matter.

Moist - slightly wet; damp or humid.

Mucus - a slimy substance secreted by mucous membranes and glands for lubrication, protection, etc.

Ooze - to slowly trickle or seep out of something; flow in a very gradual way.

Phlegm - the thick viscous substance secreted by the mucous membranes of the respiratory passages, especially when produced in excessive or abnormal quantities.

Pus - a thick yellowish or greenish opaque liquid produced in infected tissue, consisting of dead white blood cells and bacteria with tissue debris and serum.

Putrid - decaying or rotting and emitting a fetid smell.

Seepage - the slow escape of a liquid or gas through porous material or small holes.

Slobber - have saliva dripping copiously from the mouth.

Slurp - to eat or drink (something) with a loud sloppy sucking noise.

Squelch - to make a soft sucking sound such as that made by walking heavily through mud.

Squirt - cause (a liquid) to be ejected from a small opening in a thin, fast stream or jet.

Yolk - the yellow internal part of a bird's egg, which is surrounded by the white, is rich in protein and fat, and nourishes the developing embryo.

If any of these words make it into your poem/story, please tag me. Or leave a link in the replies. I'd love to read them!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

All In 1

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, low self esteem, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)

based on the winning option for this poll

Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes

Note: told myself to slow down, didn't.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Please do not just put ‘more’. I will block you.

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

It’s your first time wearing that skirt. You’ve had it in your closet for two years. At least. You’re not really a skirt person but it’s cute. The floral on black with the zipper up the front. It drapes nicely enough though you’re not used to wearing anything so short. You have a trusty pair of shorts on just in case. 

You don’t go out either. Definitely not to places like this. You keep an arm across your middle, gripping your other as the hordes of people make you dizzy. The shining gold accoutrement of the decor along with the waft of low music over the noise of tables and voices add to your vertigo. 

The casino is busy and bright and loud. You stay close to your sister as she leads you across the carpet; ivory with golden curliques patterned across them. You’re no gambler either but you’re not there to play cards.  

“I think it’s upstairs,” Roxie says as she looks at the tickets in her hand. “Gala Room B.” 

“Oh, right,” you murmur and smile at her, “what’s the band again?” 

“Don’t worry about it the tickets were free,” she chirps as you look up at her. You feel even more a child beside her; your height often adds to your inferiority complex. Historically, you think, those characteristics have been often intertwined. 

“No, but--” 

“You need to get out of mom’s place more,” she chides, “I could’ve brought Katie instead, but I chose you, sis.” 

“I know, er, thanks,” you run your hand up to your shoulder and rub it nervously. 

“Show doesn’t start for another hour. Let’s get a drink,” she insists and turns, strutting towards the long bar at the other side of the grand space. You trail after her, shrinking down even further. She turns back to you as she leans on a tall stool, “what d’ya want?” 

“I don’t know. I don’t really...” 

“I know, it’s one drink, how about a vodka-cran?” She suggests, “you love cranberry.” 

“Um, sure, if you think that’s good.” 

She sighs and rolls her eyes. She’s the wild one, not you. You know you bore her and since your parents’ divorce, years ago, you haven’t really hung out together. She went with your dad and you with your mom, since then, it’s all been a bit fuzzy. 

She orders as you stand back, not wanting to get in the way of the people all around you. You lean back, rocking nervously as you glance around. You feel underdressed as you see women in cocktail dresses and men in suits. Even your sister is a stark contrast to your overly casual attire; your favourite purple cardigan and the skirt you’ve never worn. 

Your eyes scan the room, admiring the golden sconces of bulbs that resemble candelabras and the gilt trim all along the wall. The more you look around, the less you belong. You don’t even know why you said yes. Well, your mom pushed you into it. Just like your sister, she keeps saying you need to get out more. 

You rub your lips together and feel around your small tassled purse. It’s used, like most of your things. The thrift store is as much as your mom can afford and you still haven’t found a solid job. You worked at the grocery for a summer before they laid off half of you then did a one-day stint at a polling centre for the last municipal election. Even if you wanted to go out, you don’t have the money for it. 

You pull out your chapstick and smear it around your chafed lips as you sway back the other direction. You stop short as you nearly slam into another body and you stumble out of the way of the man in his black-and-white suit. Embarrassment creeps hotly up your cheeks and you cap your lip balm and stand out of his path. 

He’s taller than you. Well, everyone is. But to you, he seems huge. His suit is finely tailored to his figure though his hair seems to clash with the refined style. It’s almost to his collar but neatly parted, a shank falling forward to frame his sharp cheekbone. His square jaw is trimmed thickly with a dark beard, peppered with strands of silver and patch along the dimple of his chin. You’ve never seen anything as blue as his eyes, they are almost inhumanly vivid. 

“Sorry, doll,” he touches your arm as he passes and smirks, swiftly turning his sights ahead of him. 

You gulp as your shoulder hits someone else. You spin to face your sister as she offers you a glass. You take the red concoction with the short black straw sticking out over the ice cubes. You thank her as the chill seeps into your hand. 

“Oof, look at him,” she leans to watch after the man in his dark suit, “damn.” You frown and look in the other direction. She scoffs and nudges you, “come on. That guy is totally stunning. Even you can see that.” 

“I don’t wanna gawk at him,” you mutter, “he’s a stranger.” 

“Oh, whatever, not like he’d notice,” she snips. 

You scrunch up your lip and tuck your chapstick away as you peer toward the man. He goes up to a table, sliding in next to a taller woman with honey-blond hair and a shimmery dress. He rests his hand along her lower back as he chatters to her and the rest of the players around the leather trim. 

“Sheesh, he’s fine,” she puts a twang on the last word, “mmph. If I wasn’t with Tom...” 

“Right,” you look down at the drink and sip from the straw. You make a face and cough. 

“It’s not that strong,” she slaps your back, “don’t be dramatic.” 

“I know,” you clear your throat, “I just wasn’t expecting the taste.” 

“Let’s go upstairs,” she points above. 

“Uh, okay,” you agree to her sudden diversion. You suppose you really are boring. 

You follow her up the curved stairs and along the railing that overlooks the lower casino room. Arched windows let in the night and the glow of the facade. You lean on the polished wood and peer down at the first floor; it looks even more resplendent from there. You sister puts her elbow on the railing as she looks around. 

“We could stick around after, lose some money,” she says. 

“I don’t... mom only gave me a twenty and I owe you for the drink.” 

“Pfft, whatever, I’ll spot ya. Tom gave me some extra with the tickets,” she trills, “it’ll be fun. Play some black jack. It’ll be an experience. You could say you’ve actually done something.” 

You smile, closed-lipped and tight. She isn’t wrong. It’s your first concert, for some cover band, and your first time at a casino. It’s not an exaggeration to say this is the height of your life experience. 

Your eyes wander down and meet another pair. You wince. It’s that same man. He walks towards you, a certain swagger in his stride. As he peers up at you, his cheeks dimple and he winks. You wrinkle your brow and look behind you. When you turn back, he’s gone. Right, you’re imagining things. 

Roxie slurps as her straw turns hollow. She’s already drained her cocktail, meanwhile you’ve barely taken a sip. She stirs the ice and hums. 

“Wait here, I’m gonna get a refill,” she raises her glass. 

“Oh, I can come with you--” 

“Nah, just stand here,” she insists. “You’ll just slow me down.” 

“Sure, uh, okay.” 

You curl your shoulders inward as she walks away. Great. All alone. You avoid looking anywhere but your glass. You face the railing again and balance your drink on it. It’s not bad, tarter than you’re used to and a little burny.  

You play with the black bracelet around your wrist, the band they stuck around it when they scanned your ID at the door. You suppose it’s a good idea but they wouldn’t be letting kids in here, would they? Oh yeah, the hotel is attached. 

As a kid, you never went on vacations like that. No hotels, no casinos, no shows. It seems like Roxie is catching up on all of that and you’re just there. The world is so much scarier when it’s all a mystery to you. 

“Excuse me,” a deep voice startles you. You ignore it, thinking it’s merely a passerby, “miss?” 

There’s a tap on your shoulder and you barely save your cocktail from spilling over the edge. You clutch the glass with both hands and face the stranger. It’s that same man, with the suit and the long hair and the oceanic eyes. Something about him is familiar beyond your few earlier glances. 

“I think you dropped this?” He holds up a chip with a golden 100 on it. You blink and shake your head. 

“No,” you scrape out of your throat, “I don’t-- I didn’t--” 

“I swear I saw it fall out of your bag,” he looks down at your purse. 

“Really, I’m not... I don’t gamble.” 

“Ah, well, if it’s just hanging around, might as well use it, huh?” He keeps his hand out, “maybe it’s your lucky day.” 

“I couldn’t. If someone lost it...” your voice doesn’t want to go and he leans in to hear you, adding to the heat spreading through your chest. Is it the alcohol or him? 

“You’re sweet, keep it,” he shoves the chip toward you. 

“Please, I... I... can’t...” you wipe a hand on your skirt and clutch the fabric. 

“Doll, I can’t hear you,” he says as he grabs your hand and dislodges it from your skirt, “here.” 

He presses the chip into your palm. You stare at his tie then look down at the white chip with gold detailing. His hand brushes yours before he rescinds his touch. 

“Erm...” you murmur dumbly and shake your head. 

“My treat,” he growls. 

“But...” 

“Like the skirt, by the way,” he surprises you as he pinches a fold, “cute on you.” 

Just as quickly as he appeared, he strides away, leaving you blankly staring after him. His broad shoulders move beyond a thick marble pillar as you hold up your drink and the chip. You just look between them. 

“Hey,” Roxie approaches again, “oh, what’s that?” 

“A chip...” you state plainly. 

“Duh, I know. Where’d you get it?” 

You look at the floor. Would she even believe you? “The floor.” 

“Ooo,” she plucks it from your fingers, “awesome, “now we’re definitely having some fun tonight.” 

“Rox,” you swallow and look up at her, “we should hand it in. It’s a lot of money. If someone lost it--” 

“If they lost it, they can afford it,” she bobs her neck as she speaks, “live a little,” she sneers and taps your glass, “and finish your drink. Maybe that’ll loosen you up.” 

You nod and recede into yourself, cradling the glass again with both hands. You put your lips to the straw and drink until you can’t anymore. She gulps straight from the brim of her glass and sighs, wiggling as she peers around. 

“I almost don’t even want to see these old men play music,” she snickers as she takes in the expanse of tables flashing lights. 

“Oh?” 

“Relax, we’re going to see the show. You’re a horrible liar and mom will see right through you,” she sneers, “besides, I told her I wouldn’t get you in too much trouble.” 

[vampirebeverage]

!!!TEA POLL!!!

(Herbal tea doesn't count, we're only counting the Camellia sinensis plant. That means black tea, green tea, pu-ehr, oolong, etc.)

I'm Canadian and my family drinks a lot of tea, but I wanna know how common it is in other countries that were British colonies, and how that compares against places that the British never stole.

Reblog for a larger sample size, we have to do SCIENCE!!!

[chiriwritesstuff]

The Girl in IT - The Deleted Scenes - Pt. 6 'The Adults are Talking' - Sweet Revenge

Rating: E (18+, MDNI)

The Scene: Remember that poll I had up for Chapter 6? It was time for Sugar and Joel to get their sweet revenge on her father, who knew that sweet, innocent Sugar had it in her? This happens at the end of Pt. 6, 'The Adults are Talking'.

Chapter Warnings: Smut (18+), Breeding Kink, Joel and Sugar do very bad things on her Daddy's desk, Established Relationship, Older Man Younger Female, Vaginal fingering, Revenge Sex (but not how you think), Joel and Sugar are fucking menaces, Almost getting caught by someone (maybe?), Improper use of bodily fluids (hehehehehe), Porn with very little plot.

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: this is just 1.3k words of pure filth. Also, you guys put it in my head that you want Suagr to call Joel Papi, so I just ran with it! Hope you all enjoy, ya filthy animals!

"Well, what are you waiting for?" you whisper, "Are you going to fuck me on my father's desk or not?"

Joel smiles, unbuttoning his shirt. "I thought you would never fucking ask, baby."

He approaches you with a cheeky smile, your ass backing into the edge of your father's desk. You perch yourself atop the surface, spreading your legs wide as Joel situates himself between them, shrugging his sage-green button-down off of his shoulders. He peers down at you, tipping your chin as he presses a chaste kiss on your lips.

"You're going to have to be real quiet for me, baby. Do you think you could do that?" His fingers graze the edge of your thong near the gusset, and if he moved his fingers over just an inch, he could easily run his fingertips along the seam of your folds-

"Jesus," he whispers, slipping his fingers under the fabric of your thong. "You're dripping," he mutters, almost sounding like it was an accusation.  

"Joel. Please-" you groan silently, bending your head back as Joel slips his thick finger into you to the knuckle. "Fuck, does this get you off, being in your Daddy's study like this?"

Your eyes meet his, blown out and dark, his eyes half-mast. "As much as I would love to eat you out," he murmurs, "I don't think time is on our side, and I would rather not have your father shoot my balls off because he caught me fucking his daughter." He takes a deep breath, straightening himself, and pushes the waistband of his slacks lower, the bulge of his cock straining the fabric of his boxer briefs. "Fuck," he groans, his hand roughly grabbing his bulge as he looks at you hungrily, his brown eyes blown black. "Do you see just how much I ache for you, Sweetheart?"

Fuck. He's fucking massive. 

"Yes," you pant, nodding in agreement as he pushes his boxers down, giving his cock a tentative stroke. He notches the weeping head at your entrance, his mouth finding yours as he pulls you into a kiss, towering over you as you brace yourself on your elbows. His hand grasps the back of your head as he deepens the kiss, thrusting inside of you to the hilt. 

You gasp against his mouth, tipping your head back as your eyes roll in pleasure, Joel taking the opportunity to groan against your bare neck as he pumps into you steadily. "Fuck-" he snarls through his teeth, angling his hips higher as he allows you to adjust to his length. "So fucking tight, shit-"

You bob your head dumbly in response, pressing your face into his curls. He pulls out slightly as he takes another breath, one arm snaking around your back and the other gripping the desk as he thrusts back up into you, cradling you as he starts to push you up on your father's desk, almost lifting you up completely as he uses the desk as leverage, picking up the pace. His hips snap against yours sharply as the desk begins to rattle from below.  

"Is it bad that I thought about this?" Joel pants, "Defiling you on your Daddy's things, making him pay for trying to keep you away from me?"

You look down at where the both of you are joined, gasping at the sight of Joel's massive cock being swallowed whole by your pussy. His shaft is glistening with traces of your slick as he continues to split you apart. Your stomach clenches at the scene, Joel groaning as your pussy sucks his shaft back inside of you. 

You could hear the echoes of your father and his friends through open window in the study, still continuing on his drunken triade. Joel stills his hips against yours as he looks out the window, glaring into the vastness of the night sky. "Tell me baby," Joel stutters as he quickens his pace, the slick squelching of his thrusts filling the room, "What would your Daddy think of his little girl now, getting fucked by a dirty rich old man? Do you think he'll disown you?"

"I'm counting on it," you breathe, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pull him in for another kiss. "I only have room for one Papi right now, and he's currently balls fucking deep in me-"

"Fuck!" Joel roars, placing his hands on your hips as he starts to thrust into you slow and deep. "You can't call me that, fuck, I almost blew my load-"

"What, does my boyfriend like it when I call him Papi?" you smirk against his neck, sucking on his pulse point. He thrusts into you harshly, grabbing your hair and pulling you back as he forces you to look into his eyes.  

"Is my little Mami being a brat?"

You brace yourself, one hand on the desk as the other still holds on to his neck, shifting your hips to the side as he pummels into you, his thrust becoming erractic as the both of you chase your release. "Only because you haven't given me what I want yet," you chide, "What's taking you so long? I should have been pregnant yesterday," you pout. "Make me a real Mami, Papi, please-"

"You're such a bad fucking girl, baby. Begging to be breeded on your father's desk, fuck, what happened to my sweet little Sugar? You're so fucking wet for me, its dripping down my fucking thighs-" he says in reverence, his mouth agape as he throws his head back.  

"I'm so close, Papi," you rasp. Joel's fingers finding your cunt as he begins to assault your clit, his touch so fucking delicious that your pussy clenches around his cock, Joel groaning in approval.  

"Look at you," Joel sighs as he takes in your shaking form, your leg wrapping around his hip. "Getting fucked in your daddy's study like a bad fucking girl, fuck you are a dream-"

"Fuck, yes-"

"Putting these ideas in my head, calling me fucking Papi-"

"Yes. Yes, harder, Papi-"

"Make me a baby, Mami, fuck, you're going to look so fucking good, walking around, round with my fucking child-"

You bury your face into Joel's shoulder, attempting to muffle your scream as you fall apart completely, your body going slack against his as he continues to pound into you, chasing his own release. Joel cradles your shaking form against him, his chest heaving as he thrusts into you once more, biting your shoulder as he comes deep and hot inside of you. "Fuck, Mami, fuck-" he shouts against your skin. 

What was that? you hear through the window.  Sounds like a cat in heat! your father's friend exclaims, his laugh so loud you it echoes throughout the walls.  How far is this room from your neighbors? I swear I hear someone getting absolutely railed-

You laugh silently against Joel as you catch your breath. "I guess that's our cue to get the fuck out of here," you whisper, kissing Joel on the forehead. "Come on, we better get a move on before they start looking for the source of all of the noise-" Joel nods silently, placing his palms on each side of you on the desk, slipping out of you. He helps you jump off as he reaches for his slacks, pulling it up his ass as you fiddle with your dress.  

"So," you ask cheekily, your head motioning to the sweat and cum that accumulated on your father's desk, a distinct imprint of your ass amongst the carnage. "Do you think you got your sweet revenge on my father?"

Joel walks over to you as he turns you around, his hand at your zipper. He slides it up your back, his breath hot and heavy against the shell of your ear. "Baby," he whispers, a smirk against your cheek. "I got my revenge the day you agreed to be mine," he chuckles, spinning you around as he presses a kiss on your forehead.  

"This? it's just an added bonus."

[bones4thecats]

When They Protect Their S/O From Harm

Type of Writing: #6 - Poll Result Characters: Izana Kurokawa, Kakucho, Ran Haitani, and Rindou Haitani Name: When They Protect Their S/O From Harm Original Poll Link: Here

A/N: This was fun to write, ngl!

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🎴 Izana is a possessive person by heart, since he has lost so many people in his life, he doesn't want to ever feel that same pain again, and he made that very clear the day you started your relationship

🎴 And while he does trust you with his life, he was not amused by the newest recruit of his gang

🎴 Kakucho had informed his friend that the new member was seemingly acting very out of sorts and was getting far to close to you, asking you questions that were mainly about the gang

🎴 Ever since then, he has had the Four Heavenly Kings watch over the guy, just to make sure he wasn't attempting to cross a boundary

🎴 But, when the man jumped out from the gang during a confrontation between a fairly new and dangerous one, he wasn't surprised

🎴 What did surprise him was how he was so bold with his actions, not caring who he was hitting, he even lunged and began to attack Ran and Rindou without someone beside him

🎴 He definitely had balls

🎴 Izana gritted his teeth in a smile as the numerous members fell by his hits, the only reason his smile faltered was when he saw how he lunged after you with his fist raised

🎴 His eyes darkened as he sprinted away from his intended hit and kicked the guy with full force into a nearby wall, growling lowly as he noticed a long knife, one similar to a butcher's fell from his jacket

" If you ever try harming my S/O again, I'll kill you so painfully that you'd rather have your organs torn out by a vulture's pointed beak. "

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🍂 He trusted you with his life and his jealousy level never was sky-rocketing like his friend, Izana's

🍂 Despite that information, Kakucho was getting nervous with how a new member of Tenjiku was acting around you, and he was trying to keep it not super obvious

🍂 You were speaking to the young male near daily, and he could tell that he wanted something more than an ally or friend in you

🍂 Watching as he just wrapped an arm around your waist in a hug, he clenched his fists, providing amusement to Ran and Rindou, who were prodding at his jealousy

🍂 He could tell you were getting uncomfortable with how touchy he was with you, and he was attempting to let the guy down nicely with his words

" Excuse me, would you take a hand off my S/O. You're making them uncomfortable. "

🍂 Kakucho watched as the guy's eyes widened as the yells of Rindou's entered the base, and Kakucho knew what he was yelling, there was a rival gang invading

🍂 He glared as the man took out a blade and held it to your neck, yelling on how he was gonna slit your throat like a pig and let you die unless they let him go

🍂 Izana ran up behind Kakucho and laid a hand on his shoulder, giving him a nod as he readied himself for battle

🍂 Your boyfriend began to walk around the guy as Izana lunged, making the man holding you hostage back away and hold his blade up to attack

🍂 Thankfully, Kakucho ran around and kicked the guy from behind as Izana caught you from falling, saying how Kakucho would be back and the guy would be thoroughly punished while the rest of the gang handled his

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🐈‍⬛ Due to his stance in many different areas of the delinquent-life, Ran has made quite a few enemies in the past few years, and he swore he would keep them far away from you

🐈‍⬛ But, Izana had banned him from trying to unleash fights inside of Tenjiku, pushing his anger to be further enlarged as he saw the guy playfully mess with you

🐈‍⬛ That was his job, not his

🐈‍⬛ As his anger grew, he could tell you were getting suspicious of the man, since his questions were drifting to more of your boyfriend and you than the gang or any upcoming fights

🐈‍⬛ When the man revealed himself to be working for a rival gang, due to the constant pressure from Hanma, you ran behind your boyfriend, to make sure the guy couldn't grab you

🐈‍⬛ But, unfortunately, while Ran was handling him, another member of the guy had snuck behind you and began to chock you out

🐈‍⬛ Turning around and not finding you standing there, dodging attacks was something that Ran did not expect, so, when he saw the guy holding you down and obviously saying things only he should be saying to you got him pissed beyond belief

🐈‍⬛ He grabbed his baton from his side and swung it so hard the guy was knocked out and bleeding from one shot and one shot alone

" Nobody touches my S/O in that way or even talks to them in that way other than me. And if anyone else has a problem with that, come at me bastards. "

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🐈 Rindou, much like many different characters in Tokyo Revengers, is protective over his S/O

🐈 And while he understands they can defend their-selves to a specific amount, he cannot help but think the worst of what could happen

🐈 Unfortunately, this happened because of a certain traitor in Tenjiku, and that situation ended up with one person possibly on the brink of death

🐈 Your boyfriend was arguing with his twin, which was quite common, and you just chuckled as they argued like two teenage girls, since Ran had decided to tick off Rindou for fun

🐈 He was busy dealing with Ran when Kakucho announced from the entrance to even look around for you, he expected you were ready to fight, like always

🐈 Sadly, he was completely wrong...

🐈 He had heard a loud slam and he turned around to kick someone back when he saw your body, completely unconscious with blood lightly coming out of your head

🐈 Anger consumed him as he noticed Ran launched him forward alongside him, and he understood he knew exactly what he was going to do

🐈 Ran held his baton up as Rindou pinned the guy down in a lock, his famous locking the man's joints and eventually putting enough pressure in to break his limbs while his twin began to beat him senseless with the metal poll

🐈 The man yelled in pain as Rindou let go and kicked the already broken leg of the male's deeper into the ground, and he ran to your body, carrying you in a bridal pose and brought you to a safe area

🐈 Ran could hold his ground for a little while

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THE TEENY TOTS COLLECTION, PART 3: FOUR UNISEX TODDLER OUTFITS FROM CASTERU AND POWLUNA, CONVERTED TO THE SIMS 2 👼🏽

yep, months later, it's finally back! part 1 | part 2

i've started doing polls on the simscord regarding what my next cc collections should be, and 'a MASSIVE BUNCH' of toddler clothing won by a biggg margin. so, expect a bunch more to come in the following months! 💃🏽

for the third installation of this collection, have 4 fullbody, unisex toddler outfits: two from @casteru, part of their colorblock set; and two from @powluna, the isaac onesie (and cape!) as well as the molly dress.

i've decided that, from now on, all of my toddler and children clothing is going to be unisex. that means that both male and female sims can wear them. what a kid wears shouldn't be restricted to their birth gender anyway, they're f'ing 8. if you have a problem with that, the outfit organiser by pick n' mix should have you covered. please don't spam my inbox with hate 😍

DOWNLOAD: SFS | MF 🍼

credits go to @casteru and @powluna for the adorable original ts4 meshes & textures! and to @skittlessims for converting the shoes i used 💘

4t2 CASTERU COLORBLOCK ONEPIECE

- 2.8k polys, pu only - categorised as sleepwear only - comes in 15 swatches - barefoot, may have some minor bone issues, i tried my best... 😔

4t2 CASTERU COLORBLOCK TWOPIECE

- 3.0k polys, pu only - categorised as sleepwear only - comes in 15 swatches - barefoot

4t2 POWLUNA ISAAC COSTUME

- 4.0k polys, pu only - categorised as everyday only - comes in 10 swatches - paired with bg sneakers converted by @skittlessims 👟

4t2 POWLUNA MOLLY DRESS

- 3.6k polys, pu only - categorised as everyday only - comes in 9 swatches - paired with bg mary-janes converted by @skittlessims and recolored by me 🎨

phew, another satisfying download post to write! if you have any suggestions for what should be in the next addition to this collection, feel free to send them in, or report any bugs with this one! stay cool, stay awesome, and have a lovely day simming guys 💖

as always, keep in mind,

[stardustto-dust]

Why you should vote Abed Nadir in the 2023 autism swag summit

I've seen people do this for other polls and it is vital that Abed Nadir from the 2009-2015 NBC comedy Community wins this one.

Vote him round one here.

Does he fit the first part of the statement? Yes, Abed is canonically autistic.

When he realised autistic fans related to him, creator Dan Harmon did as much research as he possibly could into autism as to not let those fans down.

While doing said research, Harmon realised himself was likely on the spectrum. Meaning that Abed is a canon autistic character created by an autistic person. How often does that happen?

Due to the above facts, he is a very well researched and developed autistic character, with both traits more commonly shown in the media, such as blunted affect and difficulties reading faces and less commonly shown traits, such as hyperempathy and sensory issues.

From the time Abed first appeared on screen to the present day, there have been many blog posts, magazine articles and even scholarly articles written about how good rep he is. I have seen him on many a neurodiversity advocacy Instagram account. (If you want me to link some I will!)

OK, we have established the autism. What about the swag? Well, first of all, as Donald Glover summarised it "Abed fucks". There is a whole episode dedicated to his friends trying to get him a girlfriend and worrying about his self-esteem and in the end it turns out he gets plenty of girls and, as he says, he has "self-esteem falling out (his) butthole." He also gets guys hitting on him. And how can we mention Abed without his boyfriend soulmate best friend Troy. who canonically wants to have his "gentle and mysterious" "other half"'s children. In short, bisexual king.

Of course, swag is not limited to just sexual and romantic prowess, as the amount of aroace people I know with limitless swag testifies to. Swag can also be measured by commitment to the bit, for example. And, boy, is Abed known for his commitment to the bit.

Abed is Batman, Han Solo and Jesus. He is a mafia boss. He is a cartoon man discovering the meaning of Christmas. He is the narrator and the cameraman. Like, not metaphorically or in archetype. He realises a need for these characters in the story and becomes them.

[GIF- Abed as Batman, applying lip balm, possessing undeniable amounts of swag]

9. "How does he realise the need for the these things in the story?" you may ask. Well, his special interest is film and TV. He is a filmmaker. Thus, he frames his life in terms of genre, often seeming aware of the fact he is in a sitcom. However, this often changes, and, the show branches off into completely different genres, which Abed points out. These shifts in genre explore character dynamics and also are super awesome. Abed is so genre-aware, he changes the entire genre of the show. That is swag.

10. The Community fandom here on Tumblr.com, and throughout the web, is quite small. It will make us very happy. Plus, for the first time in 8 years, there likely will be new Abed content this year, due to the release of the movie. (Due to one of Abed's many catchphrases "Six seasons and a movie!")

11. Please please please please I love him so much and i am very cool you should listen to me please please please.

So yeah, that's it! If you have anything to add, please do!

Click below for some Abed gifs.

[GIF- "Evil Abed" (Abed with a goatee and sunglasses) walking through his college being evil. He hangs up someone's payphone call, pops a girls balloon with his cigarette and then dumps said cigarette into a woman's coffee]

[GIF- Two gifs. One is of Troy, topless, leaning out of an airvent. He looks down and says "I love you". Next is of Abed, looking up at him. He says "I know", before being grabbed by a zombie in a kilt]

[GIF- Abed, wearing sunglasses, saying "movie reference". Jeff is there too and also wearing sunglasses]

[GIF- Abed saying "Cool. Cool cool cool"]

Ok there are so many more GIFs I want to put but I kinda have work soon lol. You get the gist, he is amazing. Vote Abed!