#skills vaping teaches

[caramelarrowswife]

DARK CACAO COOKIE AS YOUR FATHER!

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Because this old man needs a child to cheer him up <3

Father!Dark Cacao Cookie x GN!Child!Reader

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Needless to say, Dark Cacao gets EXTREMELY protective of you. He lost his son, he will not lose his remaining child.

You got a partner? Oh, that’s cute. Are they prepared for his 275-question interrogation? What do they do for a living? What’s their mayor? Are they trained in any type of martial art? What do they love most about you? Are they prepared for the consequences of breaking your heart? Would they throw themselves in front of a bullet for you?

He’s not very up-to-date with the norms of the current age. He’ll accept and love you if you’re gay or trans, but he might need Caramel Arrow or Crunchy Chip’s help with new terms.

Extremely old-fashioned. You do not get to sleep in the same room as your partner before you get married.

Dark Cacao will call you by your name in public, but has nicknames for you at home. ‘My little knight’, ‘Aegiya’ (Korean for ‘baby’), ‘my dear’.

He finds cooking a very important skill, so you grew up watching him cook something every night. He almost cried when you were in your cooking-ramen-every-night-phase.

You best believe he is not leaving your side after a failed assassination. He would rather host a meeting digitally (or, God forbid, host the meeting in your room) than leave you alone.

You have to play at least one sport, one instrument and one martial art. He loves playing the piano along with your instrument of choice or training with you in his free time.

He has to meet your friends at least seven times before you’re allowed to meet up with them without constantly being under a bodyguard’s careful watch.

You’ve decided to marry someone of an extremely low rank? Good for you! If you look closely, you can see Dark Cacao banging his head against the wall in the background. Don’t worry, he’ll come around… eventually.

Dark Cacao’s not a big fan of E-cigarettes. If he catches you vaping, he’ll sigh and tell you to smoke a cigarette like a normal person. Maybe he’ll realise he told you to smoke later in the night, which will result in a complete clearance of any type of cigarette in your room.

He was so proud of you when you killed your first rabid animal, most likely a Dire Creamwolf. His advisors were more than a little concerned.

The other Ancient Heroes absolutely adore you. Hollyberry Cookie fed you alcohol when you were nine (she was banished from the Kingdom for three months), Golden Cheese Cookie liked to fly really high up with you when you were a baby (Dark Cacao had a panic attack on the ground), White Lily Cookie will work in the royal garden with you and Pure Vanilla Cookie will do fun things with you and teach you a little bit of healing magic.

Dark Cacao is a big fan of classical music, especially Bach’s Goldberg Variations. He lies awake at night when you’re in a phase and blast B.A.D 4 music all day and night.

While Dark Cacao doesn’t always know how to show it, your opinion is extremely important to him. He already lost Dark Choco because he didn’t listen well enough (at least, so he thinks) he tries to be a better father for you.

Hollyberry got him drunk (on ‘accident’) the day you left for college. He called you, moping because his only child had ‘left him’.

He would literally pass through fire for you, but to eat the sweet things you consume religiously..? Most certainly not.

You convinced him to come with you to one of your favourite bands once. It ended up being something his therapist would hear about.

Dark Cacao likes musicals a lot better than movies, so you’ll be growing up with a lot of Lin Manual Miranda.

[silvercoloredskiess]

Zhang Hao x Reader Smut

Content Warnings: NONCON, Hao is a sadist and pervert, anal + p in v. Also no protection. Reader is called the b word once and is degraded. If I missed anything please notify me.

I do not condone anything Hao does in this story. Please treat everything in this as fiction.

Word count: 1.53K

Pairing: Tutor Zhang Hao x AFAB Reader

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You were struggling in so many subjects at school that your parents were worried for you. You never even wanted to go to school anymore. It was so surprising to everyone because you had always been the ‘good kid’ your parents molded you out to be. But after the burnout of so many burdens on your shoulders, you gave up

Despite this, your roots were pure. You truly wanted to change. You never vaped, and never skipped anywhere other than the school bathroom. And soon you were about to get tutoring outside of school to help with your academic struggles.

You were hooked up to a tutor. But the location was inside a house, which you weren’t a fan of. Why would the app you were using to find a tutor allow this? Unfortunately there were no other available tutors near you, so you had to deal with this.

When you arrived at the house, you were greeted by a boy who didn’t look much older than you. He wore a mischievous grin. “Welcome in. Are you (y/n)?”

“Yes, I am (y/n) (l/n).” You replied quietly, reluctantly stepping in. His house had the weirdest feeling to it. It was almost too clean for your liking. No home-y feeling to it at all.

He led you to a dark wooden table with two seats across each-other. You sat in the one closer to the area leading to the foyer. He giggled at your action. “No need to be so uptight. Not like I’d do anything to you, haha..”

You took out your past tests you took for review. He eyed you for far too long before looking down at your tests, humming a little tune to himself as he carefully looked at the questions. 

“Ah, I can see what you did wrong. Come a little closer to me so I can explain this properly.”

You mentally cursed to yourself as you leaned in closer, and like the pervert he was, he got a better view of your chest. Even if it was covered by your shirt.

“So what you got wrong was on number 6, you didn’t multiply the variables correctly… it would be x squared, not 2x . So I’ll redo the equation. Wanna lean in a little closer?”

“Uhm.. well… sure!” You reluctantly smiled.

You didn’t lean too much closer to him because he definitely knew what he was doing asking of that. 

Shockingly, his tutoring skills were great. He was a very smart student. If only he wasn’t such a pervert. You had been to tutors in the past and they never explained as well as he did. You were starting to figure out why he was still allowed to do this.

But soon his little actions were making you more uncomfortable, so you went to the bathroom. While you were washing your hands, you saw a little camera that faced the toilet. You were horrified but it was too late. To alleviate your worries, you broke the camera and left the room. At that point you were ready to leave.

Upon opening the bathroom door, you bumped into the figure of your tutor. He eyed you down and smirked. “Why did you break the camera, stupid girl?”

“Get out of my way! I’m leaving this place!” 

Hao was livid now. “You’re not leaving until I teach you respect..”

“You were trying to record me! That’s sexual harassment at best!” You shouted back. Now he was even angrier…

He grabbed your hand and forcefully carried you to his bedroom, and despite your shouting and kicking, he effortlessly pushed you onto his bed. You tried to push him back, but he was able to trap you when he pinned you down.

You yelled at him, “What the fuck is wrong with you!? I want to leave this place now! You better not do anything or once I break free I’ll call the police and get your ass arrested!” 

“Shut up, you stupid bitch!” He shouted back, covering your mouth. His voice became more calm and condescending. “You know, I don’t like when a cute girl has attitude. So fucking annoying.”

He forced his lips onto yours. Everytime you tried to break free, he gave you a hard slap in the face. But before you could scream, he put his hand on your mouth again. You gave up on trying to resist, and let him continue passionately kissing you.

“So fucking hot… gonna put a baby inside that body of yours…”

Your eyes widened upon realization of what he meant, and you tried to escape even harder now. Still, your mouth was covered so there wasn’t much you could do. You were terrified at the idea of ever being pregnant at your age..

He unbuttoned the shirt you were wearing, swiftly. No matter how difficult you tried to make it for him to take off your shirt, he threw it right off and tossed it somewhere. His eyes then gazed down to your pants which he unzipped and took off as well. Because he was in between your legs, you couldn’t kick at him.

All that was left was your bra and underwear. He took down the latter and put those to the side.

He unzipped his pants to release his hard, throbbing cock. It was already leaking with precum. He was by now panting so hard looking down at your helpless body, examining what he was about to claim as his. He propped your legs up before thrusting his dick deep into your pussy.

“S-So fucking tight! I’m gonna loosen it up a little bit. But the pain you must’ve felt is turning me on even more. Don’t you agree, baby?” He said while panting, grinning at your scared state.

“No! Let me go, fucking pervert! I’ll do anything for you to let me go!” You cried, tears sobbing down your face.

“Anything? I suppose that means you’d like more. Time for round two, baby girl~”

He continued to pound into your already swollen opening. There seemed to have no limits to how many rounds he would have you endure. After each round, he would give you an uncalled for kiss on the forehead and a “good fucking girl”. 

After some time of him terrorizing your pussy, he felt a strong urge to turn you over and ram his cock into your tight ass. And that’s exactly what he did. He found it easier to gain control of you when you were turned over on your stomach like this. You were scared of the feeling of his hard dick against your ass. 

But nothing could’ve prepared you for when he suddenly thrusted into your backside, hurting you even more. Your screams and cries were music to his ears. This went on for what felt like the longest time, and at some point you got accustomed to the sharp pain of each thrust.

“S-stop! Stop!” You cried, before receiving the hardest slap on your ass, causing you to scream in pain.

He mocked your moans, which only added to how fucked up he was. He didn’t have any sympathy for you at all it seemed. No matter how much you tried to push him away or fight back, but nothing worked.

After what seemed like way too long, he finally pulled his cock out, loudly panting and moaning at the amount of pleasure he felt through torturing you.

“I think I knocked you up so good, baby. Can’t wait to see your stomach all swollen with my kid… I know they’re gonna look so good with my genes.. am I right?” He snickered.

“Hope to the fucking lord I don’t have your kid.” You aggressively replied, “And if I do I’ll gladly get an abortion. I’m not having a baby out of a messed up act.”

“If you get an abortion, I’ll just keep fucking you senseless until I get what I want, a beautiful baby.. that’s all girls are good for anyway. A womb to bear children.”

You cried, “Get me out of here! I’ve done what you wanted without my consent, I’m gonna report you to the cops, asshole!”

Hao laughed. “I’ve had girls try to report me, but they quickly learned why they shouldn’t. I ruined their whole life the second they pulled that move. You wouldn’t want that, wouldn’t you?” He cooed.

“In what ways would you ruin my life?”

“Enough that every girl I’ve done it to deeply regrets it. So just deal with it. It’s just sex. And maybe a baby you’re stuck with~”

He lifted himself from in between your legs to let you free, and you quickly put on your clothes, running away from him as fast as you could. But it didn’t matter; the damage was already done. Before you opened the front door, he quickly pinned you against a wall and kissed you fervently.

“Are you going to be good and not report me, (y/n)?” He asked as you opened the door.

You didn’t say anything, and just walked away to your vehicle. You never reported him, which you knew was wrong. Upon looking at the tutoring app, you saw Hao’s profile still on the database weeks after.

This is my first time writing smut so I apologize if it wasn’t great. I tried my best and will do these more 🙂

[itsbansheebitch]

Fanfiction as a Learning Tool

Imagine if we were able to use fanfic as a learning tool. You could get people interested in topics they would otherwise hate (or think they'd hate) or you could inform people on topics that could effect the plot.

You wouldn't have to simplify it or water it down much because the reader is already interested. You could get people informed, and it's not like writers are strangers to research. There are literal memes about it.

Just to clarify, here's some examples:

DC X DP crossover: Bruce adopts Danny and thinks he's vaping (ghost sense) and gives him a lecture while Danny has to find a way to explain that he's never vaped in his life lmao

Undertale (Horrortale AU): Human falls into the Underground and had a hyperfixation/special interest in cannibalism. This allows them to remember the the Harris Benedict Equation, and other options for food (leather, bark, etc). You could get into misinformation about nutrition, the importance of rest in the human body, etc. Not to mention the psychological and sociological coping mechanisms that come with survival cannibalism.

Supernatural: You could teach the history of cryptozoology and ghost hunting

These are just some examples, but hopefully this is getting your gears turning. I genuinely think that this could help young people practice their media literacy skills, reading more, and staying informed.

Reading fanfic is actually a great tool when it comes to practicing reading, finding what you like, and learning new things.

I know we all meme on fanfic sometimes (My Immortal) but fanfiction could actually be used this way, and just because it's not a published work, doesn't mean it's not as good as books. Also, it being free to read fanfic means people from all walks of life can read it and learn. It could be very helpful to see how different people live.

I swear I've learned more about Romani culture from Romani people writing DC fanfic than I've ever learned in my whole life lol.

I wouldn't recommend it in schools (due to grey area legality and censorship), but I think it could be a new form of informal learning. What do ya'll think?

[millionancientbees]

Something I think a lot of ppl forget when they’re dealing with suicidal people is that a lot of us are suicidal because we can’t afford or access basic needs, let alone creature comforts.

Before sending your suicidal friend to the mental hospital to maybe be severely traumatized by even less autonomy and also potentially lose their jobs and housing, have you:

-spent time with them so they’re not alone with their thoughts and organized a care group of their friends to help take care of tasks that are overwhelming?

-made a post or group chat to raise funds for bills that are looming and making them feel like they’ll never be able to succeed at life? Tried to help connect them with resources? Offered to sit down with them while they make calls? Offered to take a look at their debt and see if it can be refinanced? Etc, based on your skills, who you know, what you have the resources and comfort and closeness with the person to allow

-taken them to do some fun things? Gotten them out of their house and into the sun?

-gotten them something sweet or comforting or good smelling or whatever? A simple $5 candle can be a reason for someone to smile and feel cared about.

-gotten them tools to manage their sensory needs? Are they over or under stimulated? I will become immediately suicidal if I hear too many sounds while hungry or tired or upset or overheated or or or

I’m not saying the hospital is never the answer. I’m not saying don’t take people who are immediately in danger. I’m not saying you have to do this for people who are behaving in a way that will hurt you. But if you care about someone who is suicidal, this is something to think about.

I have literally been suicidal for as long as I can remember (and I remember a lot of my very early childhood) and some of the small things that have legitimately kept me alive over the years include:

-my friends buying me noise canceling headphones

-my friends taking me on a vacation

-my partner letting me read out loud to them when they were playing video games every night

-my friends buying my art or sending me money to help pay bills, get my car fixed, etc

-my sister giving me rides to my doctor appointments and buying me a little treat afterwards

-my friends sharing their audible/netflix/hulu/libby accounts with me so i had something to focus on other than wanting to die

-friends taking me out to dinner and letting me talk about my special interests

-my friend giving me houseplants and teaching me how to keep them alive, which required spending quality time together whenever I needed to learn something new and gave them an excuse to bully me into leaving my depression nest when nobody else could

-my friend buying me a vape when I was breaking apart and had nothing to do with my hands and nothing to calm my very upset nervous system and $2 in the bank and also I was going through withdrawals

-my friend teaching me how to drive and helping me get my license so I could have some autonomy

Like it really can be that simple. We sometimes forget that therapy and meds can only do so much at a time, and some people get treatment for their entire lives and still struggle a lot even when they do everything right, especially when they’re dealing with complicated issues like other disabilities, chronic pain, poverty, abusive situations/ongoing trauma, etc.

[pupculture]

Soooo, I’m trying this thing where I just own my insecurities instead of pretending they don’t exist? Mental Health wee woo, all that. Mostly because my sister absolutely tore me to shreds, and now I have to prove a point, tbh. Today’s feature: my ears. I pinned my hair back, fully exposing them to the world, and that whole “no one notices your insecurities except you” thing is a blatant lie. Within an HOUR of leaving my home, I got two separate comments. (I am in fact aware that my ears are tiny, thank you for informing me.)

Next on my hit list: my vape addiction. For the record: technically not a nicotine addiction—more like an oral fixation. I just like having something to do, something in my hands, the little ritual of it. Deep inhale, deep exhale. I’m trying alternatives, starting with gum and mints, but they don’t quite hit the same. There’s something about vaping that feels weirdly meditative, like a built-in, socially acceptable moment of pause. The mints? Just make me feel like I should be talking to someone’s mum.

And, of course, the existential guilt of doing nothing with my life at the moment isn't reallt helping. Like, I’m between semesters, just sort of existing, and somehow that feels like a personal failure. I know, logically, that not every second of my life has to be productive, but that doesn’t stop the nagging sense that I should be contributing something. I’ve been considering teaching again, but ideally, I’d like to do something that involves travel or at least uses skills I actually enjoy. Also, I’d really prefer not to spend my time wrangling children if I can help it.

And now a side note on my love life (keeping it PG here) —my taste, definitely skews older. It’s not even just about looks (though, let’s be real, that doesn’t hurt); it’s the attitude. There’s something about a man who knows who he is, versus the guys my age who are constantly glancing at their friends for approval before making a move. Like, yes, I see you in your Adidas hoodie, fidgeting with your massive chain, waiting for the group consensus before you approach. But, I’m looking at the guy in the corner, cleaning his nails with a knife like he has all the time in the world. But that might just be the knife kink talking? Or the fact that he has not noticed me at all...

That's enough for the diary dump I think.

[dietcokeandoats]

14, 24, 40

14. what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but have maybe been scared to?

i really want to hike the appalachian trail someday but im nowhere near skilled enough and idk if i could do it so maybe that

24. what’s something you’re proud of yourself for?

kinda small but im proud of myself for teaching myself to be neater, i used to be so messy and my house would make me depressed but now i love cleaning lol weird

40. any bad habits?

LOL so many. drinking/other substances/vaping you name it, procrastination, bad posture, nailbiting (before i started getting acrylics). probably more

thank you for asking! ♥️♥️

[tycoonworld]

12 Must-Watch Web Series for Every Entrepreneur: Fuel Your Mind with Inspiration and Innovation

Starting a business is an exciting yet demanding journey. Entrepreneurs often juggle multiple responsibilities, face constant challenges, and make high-stakes decisions almost daily. In such a fast-paced world, it's important not only to stay motivated but also to continue learning and finding ways to unwind. One of the best ways to combine inspiration, entertainment, and education is through thought-provoking and engaging web series.

Whether you are just starting out or already running a business, the following list of web series will offer you a mix of real-life stories, fictional narratives, and practical business lessons. Here are 12 web series every entrepreneur must watch:

1. Broken

Platform: Netflix

While not a conventional business show, Broken is a documentary series that reveals the dark side of product manufacturing, from makeup to furniture to vaping devices. Each episode uncovers how profit-driven motives can sometimes lead to shortcuts and unethical decisions. It’s a must-watch for entrepreneurs to understand the importance of ethics, customer safety, and transparency in business.

2. Inside Bill’s Brain: Decoding Bill Gates

Platform: Netflix

This documentary dives deep into the life of Microsoft co-founder Bill Gates. It explores not only his rise in the tech industry but also his efforts to use his wealth for global good through the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation. The series provides valuable insight into the mindset of one of the world’s most successful entrepreneurs, showing how curiosity, discipline, and purpose can drive success.

3. TVF Pitchers

Platform: TVF Play / YouTube / ZEE5

This Indian web series is an all-time favorite among young entrepreneurs. TVF Pitchers follows the story of four friends who quit their jobs to launch a startup. The show humorously and realistically portrays the struggles of building a startup from scratch—dealing with investors, product development, and team dynamics. It’s entertaining, relatable, and highly motivational.

4. Thinkistan

Platform: MX Player

Set in the 1990s, Thinkistan explores the world of advertising in India. It presents the creative clash between traditional thinkers and modern marketers. Entrepreneurs can learn a lot from this series about branding, market positioning, creative storytelling, and the evolution of consumer behavior. It’s especially useful for those in marketing and media businesses.

5. How I Made Millions

Platform: CNBC / YouTube

This documentary-style series tells the real stories of everyday people who turned small ideas into million-dollar enterprises. Each episode interviews founders, sharing their path to success, struggles, and breakthrough moments. It’s a treasure trove of inspiration for aspiring entrepreneurs seeking motivation and actionable advice.

6. Shark Tank

Platform: ABC / Hulu / Sony LIV (India)

One of the most popular business reality shows globally, Shark Tank features budding entrepreneurs pitching their ideas to a panel of seasoned investors or "sharks." It teaches viewers about business valuation, pitching skills, and the importance of understanding your market. For anyone interested in startups and investment, this show is both educational and entertaining.

7. The Profit

Platform: CNBC

In The Profit, businessman Marcus Lemonis invests in struggling small businesses and helps turn them around by applying his “People, Process, Product” philosophy. It’s an excellent watch for entrepreneurs seeking real-world solutions to common business problems like poor management, inefficient systems, and lack of direction.

8. Silicon Valley

Platform: HBO

This comedy series parodies the tech startup culture of Silicon Valley. It follows a group of software developers trying to build a successful startup. While the show is fictional and humorous, it also highlights real-world startup challenges—ranging from funding issues to legal complications and competition in the tech world.

9. StartUp

Platform: Crackle / Netflix

StartUp is a gripping drama that revolves around the creation of a cryptocurrency company by an unlikely trio—a banker, a hacker, and a gangster. It offers insights into the tech world, digital disruption, and the moral gray areas that entrepreneurs sometimes encounter. It's an intense, thought-provoking watch.

10. Empire

Platform: Fox / Disney+ Hotstar

Empire is a musical drama that follows the internal struggles of a family-run entertainment company. Though the backdrop is music, the themes of leadership, legacy, and business strategy resonate with any entrepreneur running a company or dealing with succession planning.

11. The Apprentice

Platform: NBC / BBC

This reality show features aspiring businesspeople competing in challenges to win a job or investment from a prominent entrepreneur (like Donald Trump in the U.S. version or Alan Sugar in the U.K. version). The show offers lessons in leadership, strategy, and teamwork under pressure—an essential skill set for any entrepreneur.

12. Dirty Money

Platform: Netflix

This investigative series uncovers stories of corporate greed, corruption, and fraud. From the Volkswagen emissions scandal to payday loan fraud, Dirty Money is a cautionary tale that reminds entrepreneurs of the importance of ethical conduct and the consequences of prioritizing profits over principles.

Final Thoughts

While books, podcasts, and workshops are great sources of learning, web series offer a more visual and immersive way to absorb lessons. These shows provide a unique blend of business wisdom, storytelling, and entertainment. Whether you're seeking strategic guidance, real-life entrepreneurial experiences, or just looking to unwind with relatable content—these 12 web series will help you stay inspired and energized on your entrepreneurial journey.

So grab your popcorn, open your notebook, and let these stories spark the next big idea in your mind!

[flogenos]

Hi!

Educator here with some insight. Imagine that you, however or whatever you are, just missed two years of grade school. Even if your parents could afford preschool, you went to kindergarten and first grade, but then you just went completely unschooled for two years. Maybe your parents were home, but they probably weren't. So instead of getting regular instruction and socialization etc etc etc for two years, you were in a room by yourself. Or maybe with your siblings. Imagine how you would be different if you missed any two years of school, all the way K-12.

Then, afterwards, you went back to school, and everyone tried to pretend this was all normal. Teachers' tests assumed you had the knowledge from two years of school that you didn't take, but now you're in 7th or 8th grade and you still never learned what odds and evens are because you didn't get that lesson and everyone just assumed you'd picked it up.

When the pandemic happened, teachers did their best to teach virtually.

Unfortunately, we learned quickly that it is impossible to teach an entire day's worth of curriculum virtually. It was a massive burden on many students and parents to attend entire classes virtually, so schools truncated class days. Students didn't just miss vital arithmetic and reading, they also missed basic social skills like "cover your cough" and "other students' food isn't always okay to take" and "if you bite someone it will make them sad."

Even then, many students attended half of those classes at best.

So. Yes! This generation is going to be incredibly disasvanted, and will have challenges. Long term we'll see higher rates of depression and anxiety disorders, increased criminal behaviors, addictions to nicotine (vapes!), alcohol (yes, starting in elementary and middle schools!), and technology (screen addiction is SO real for many kids right now), inappropriate sexual behaviors, and in 10-20 years we'll see higher rates of heart, lung and liver disease and diabetes. The list goes on, these are just symptoms of neglect. These are now expected in our schools. And it's our job as a society to help these kids as much as possible, because they are our future. They are so so important, and they deserved better.

Poverty, inaccessibility, poor services, underfunded schools. Whatever it was, the lucky ones still got online school. The rest of then were in that boat talked about at the beginning. No school. No nanny. And with the lowest minimum wage since the 1950's and highest cost of living ever, no parents home to teach them because they're off working multiple jobs.

That means that tens of MILLIONS of these kids had Nothing At All. Neglect is traumatizing, and the kids have been neglected. On the scale of an entire generation, yes, some of them will be super outgoing and attention seeking because that's a symptom of neglect. Some of them will be incredibly withdrawn and shy because that is also a symptom of neglect. They will have behavioral issues, and high rates of personality and mental disorders. Because of the neglect.

Edit:

Also, to be clear, the lockdown was important, and if we didn't half-ass it and actually committed to it, this all would've gone a hell of a lot better. We should still be masking and distancing to protect lives. My previous statement and this statement can and should coexist.

I assume that in the next decade, COVID lockdown will be the prototypical "explanation" for why gen alpha is the way they are, whatever that happens to be. If the stereotype is that they're all a bunch of weird introverts, that will be due to lockdown stunting their social skills. If they're all a bunch of gregarious outgoing types that will be due to lockdown giving them a stronger yearning for socialization they were deprived of in youth.

Probably the discourse will be both of these at the same time, with people fighting with each other based solely on their impression of the last three teenagers they spoke to.

[elizabethmaya]

The Super Vape Shop: The Pinnacle of Vaping Perfection

The vaping industry is always evolving, so it's important to locate a dependable and comprehensive resource for all your requirements. Visit the "Super Vape Store," a vaping paradise that exceeds your average vape store in every way. This article reveals the special features and advantages that make the Super Vape Store the best place for vaping fans to shop.

A Vape Shop for All Your Needs

The Super Vape Store revolutionizes the buying experience by becoming a one-stop-shop for everything related to vaping. The Super Vape Store provides its customers with a wide variety of vaping products, including mods, tanks, and e-liquids, as well as a wealth of information and expert advice.

Advice and Experience

The supercheap vapes is distinguished by its skilled staff that are enthusiastic about vaping and devoted to giving excellent service. The helpful staff at this shop knows all there is to know about vaping devices, precautions, and tastes. In addition to helping you choose the right products, they can also provide advice on how to get the most out of your gadgets and how to fix any problems that may arise.

Making a Scene for Vaping

Super vape store is more than a store; it's a gathering place for vapor enthusiasts. Vaping fans may meet up with like-minded people at the shop's regular events, workshops, and meetups. Together, these efforts strengthen the vaping community and make it a better place for everyone.

Delicious Adventures in Flavor

The opportunity to try a wide variety of flavors is one of the best parts about shopping at smokemart near me. The store's e-liquid inventory features a wide range of flavors, from traditional tobacco and menthol to exotic fruit mixes and sumptuous dessert-inspired combinations. Elevate your vaping experience to new heights by indulging your taste buds and exploring various flavor profiles.

Confidence and Learning

The Super Vape Store is dedicated to the health and knowledge of its customers. The store's employees are dedicated to teaching all clients, new and old, on safe battery management, device maintenance, and responsible vaping. Relx waka is indeed the best. The Super Vape Store fosters a culture of safety and education, empowering its clients to make educated decisions and minimize dangers.

Customized Approach to Serving Clients

The Super Vape Store's primary objective is the complete pleasure of its clientele. The store's dedication to tailoring its service to each customer guarantees that their specific requirements will be met. The knowledgeable team at Nicotine prescription Australia is committed to offering individualized service, whether you need assistance determining which devices are compatible or which e-liquid flavor best suits your tastes.

Conclusion

In addition to selling vaping supplies, the Super Vape Store also serves as a hub for the vaping community. The nicotine prescription raises the bar for the vaping industry with its extensive inventory, knowledgeable staff, opportunities to try new flavors, dedication to client safety, and individualized service. The Super Vape Store is the pinnacle of vaping excellence, the one location where regular customers may take their hobby to new heights.

[matthewcahill]

The Science Behind Our Fears.

Hypnotherapists must comprehend the science of our fears to better interact with clients' underlying worries. A fascinating experiment conducted in 2015 by researchers at Columbia University shed light on how some of these fears might be ingrained into our DNA, which can help professionals develop better strategies for addressing them during therapy sessions.

Arachnophobia as an Example of Ingrained Fear

In the aforementioned study, participants were shown a series of random shapes along with a spider's outline. Surprisingly, their response times were faster when they saw the spider shape compared to other images. This research reveals that a dread of spiders may have been ingrained in our forebears' brains as an adaptive advantage and has stayed through the ages.

This insight allows hypnotherapists to approach arachnophobia treatment from an evolutionary perspective and tailor their techniques accordingly. By recognising that this fear may be deeply rooted in human nature, therapists can empathise with clients and reassure them that it's not just "all in their head."

Sudden Loud Noises Triggering Freeze, Flight or Fight Responses

Another example of primitive brain reactions is how sudden loud noises trigger freeze, flight or fight responses within us. These automatic reactions are remnants from our ancestors who needed quick reflexes to survive dangerous situations such as predator attacks or natural disasters.

• Freeze: The body becomes immobile as if playing dead; this reaction was useful when facing predators that relied on movement detection.

• Fight: Adrenaline surges through the body, preparing it to defend against an imminent threat.

• Flight: The body is prepared for rapid movement to escape danger as quickly as possible.

Hypnotherapists can use this knowledge of primitive brain reactions when working with clients who experience anxiety or panic attacks triggered by sudden loud noises. By understanding the root cause of these automatic responses, therapists can help clients reframe their thoughts and develop coping mechanisms that minimise fear and anxiety in such situations.

Our fears are often deeply rooted in our past experiences and can manifest themselves in unexpected ways. By exploring the science behind them, we gain a better understanding of how to effectively address these issues through hypnotherapy training programs offered by Plymouth Hypnosis.

Key Takeaway:

Hypnotherapists can better understand and address clients' fears by recognising the primitive brain reactions that trigger freeze, flight or fight responses. Examples of ingrained fears include arachnophobia, which may have been hardwired into our ancestors' brains as a survival mechanism, and sudden loud noises triggering automatic reactions from past dangers.

Programs Offered by Plymouth Hypnosis

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Pain Management Techniques Using Hypnosis

Chronic pain can be debilitating and significantly impact one's quality of life. However, many people find relief through alternative therapies like hypnotherapy. Our pain management techniques using hypnosis focus on teaching clients how to tap into their subconscious mind and utilise its power for healing purposes. By learning these skills, individuals can reduce their reliance on medications while improving overall well-being.

Stopping Vaping Habits or Smoking Cessation Methods

The dangers associated with smoking cigarettes or vaping have been widely publicised in recent years, leading many individuals to seek out healthier alternatives for nicotine consumption cessation methods.

At Plymouth Hypnosis, we offer proven strategies such as smoking cessation methods using hypnotherapy , which help clients break free from addictive behaviours by addressing the root cause behind them - often related to stress or emotional triggers.

In addition to our specialised programs mentioned above, we also provide support for various other issues that may be affecting your daily life:

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Key Takeaway:

Plymouth Hypnosis offers various programs to help individuals achieve their goals through clinical hypnosis sessions, including pain management techniques, smoking cessation methods using hypnotherapy, anxiety and depression alleviation, grief counselling and sleep improvement. They also offer customisable gift certificates for anyone seeking personal growth or self-improvement opportunities.

Conclusion

Hypnotherapy training in Plymouth offers a great route to acquiring the credentials and proficiency essential for being an effective Cognitive Behavioural Hypnotherapist. With comprehensive certification courses available at IHT Plymouth, as well as online learning options, hypnotherapy training Plymouth can help you reach your professional goals with ease. Whether it's unlocking the power of combining hypnosis and CBT or gaining essential skills that will make you stand out from other professionals - take advantage of this unique opportunity today.

Take the first step towards a successful career in hypnotherapy by enrolling in our comprehensive training program. Learn all the essential skills and techniques to become an expert practitioner of this powerful therapy, right here in Plymouth!

[iomadachd]

"It'd be in your best interest to say yes. Tambourine and backing vocals aren't enough," she chirps, smiling right back.

She's learned a certain level of viciousness from Cirrus, and well, now he's said yes to teaching her guitar, so he can't take it back now. Adding another skill can only be a good thing. Besides, if he backs out now, she'll just set Cumulus on him. It'll be fine.

"Because the congregation thinks it's hot and gets more people coming to Ritual? I dunno. Something something sex sells and so do vape pens or whatever."

She pauses, considering the fact Papa and Aether aren't the first, but there's no one around but the older Ghouls who know. Somehow, she knows it didn't end well, and she doesn't want the same for Aether and Papa.

"ANYWAY, practice, now, yes. Time to be a fuckin' prodigy and blow Dewy's brains out his head when he gets around to 'teaching' me. Papa says we won't be practicing for a couple weeks while he's working on new stuff and to just do as we please within reason. Cirrus said that basically means don't unglamour around the siblings, eat them, or cause too much chaos."

Or perhaps he wanted to teach her just to upstage Dew a little bit. Just a little tap on the nose to prove that he still had it, that he was still one of the best. Why he had been one of the first. Also, how could he meet such enthusiasm and not be tempted to harvest and shape it himself? 

Just a little bit.

Perhaps it was a mix of the two, and he would just love to see Dewdrop's face when Sunshine proved she already knew how to play. “Such threats. How can I say no now?” he quirked an eyebrow at her, a smile ghosting over his lips again. “But you’re right, you should be doing more than playing the tambourine,” why else would she be called a multighoul? “No, you don’t tell him who taught you, just tell him you’re a natural,” he smirked.

Alpha didn’t dwell too much on the surface anymore, only when Cumulus forced him (which wasn’t very hard), and he was very happy to not witness another disaster in the making between their current papa and his quintessence. He’d seen it unfold once, he didn’t have to see it again. He made a face at her comment about it, clearly showing his disapproval of the relationship. He had been bonded to a Papa and never had their relationship been anything like that. “Why they always seem so inclined to do it in public is beyond me,” he said, his tone heavy with disapproval. “What he means is, they’re not the first,” he didn’t elaborate more.

“Good, then let’s begin straight away. The more practise you get the more surprised he will be. The practice room should be empty now,” there was no new show to prepare for and all the ghouls had just come back from their tour. The chances that anyone would be in there now were very slim.

[just-a-queer-fanboy]

My school has banned backpacks for over a year now

Why? To prevent vaping.

Who's gonna tell them that you can easily hide vapes literally anywhere? They're really small objects, banning bags won't fix anything.

Maybe instead just do some routine bathroom checks to make sure there's no smoke? Or, crazy idea, give better fucking education that does something other than demonize addicts?

If you have time to be weirdly fixated on teaching us how to make triangles with graph paper, you certainly have time to show the actual side effects of vaping other than "everyone who vapes is a terrible person". I like to think that my school district is fairly progressive, but some administrators have the critical thinking skills of a goddamn seahorse. Actually scratch that, almost all of them do.

And don't even get me started on how our district demonized Malcolm X.

[glittergutts]

Some random stuff on my mind

Yesterday was fun, Chris and I rented a canoe and it was fucking terrifying. I was so scared but it turned out being fun. I saw a cool marsh area I want to take the kids to for science reasons.

Then science reasons got my teacher brain going and I pulled out a ton of books about survival skills ( for the camping trip), field guides of all sorts, and so many books about all about water.

The survival skill stuff will be fun to practice outside. We have a knot tying guide and a shelter building book that we've never really got to use. I want to feel like my kids are self sufficient enough to stay alive in a dangerous situation. It also reminds me of girl scouts when I was a kid so it makes me feel like an official mom to teach my kids more than just "education" I want to teach them life skills like cooking, simple useful crafts and herbal medicines, gardening, sewing, and when their old enough money management and filling out taxes because I want them to feel more prepared for life than I was. All in its own time though, most of this happens through daily life and working together.

I order the last few things we need for our camping trip on Friday including a nature work book for both the kids and some fun outdoorsy crafts for us to do.

Last camping trip kinda sucked, everyone was sick, my daughter broke her hand and was in one hell of a mood even before, and everyone looked at their phone too much. I did too, so I wanted to plan better for our down time. Lots of reading and a few projects and during the day we'll be at fossil Beach looking for shark teeth.

I've pumped up about fossil hunting. I got a fancy big sifter just for the occasion. I need to look around the house, we have little mesh bags for seashells I want to bring. I need to find my water shoes too.

I had a THC peach ring yesterday and it was so yummy. I found out I can get a bag for 15$ from a STORE down the road vs the 40$ bags we bought from a dude like an hour away. So this is exciting news and I plan on checking it out before our trip because the tents are so close I can't actually smoke. Maybe I could get a vape but then I cough and I feel like someone would know. Or worse think I'm deathly ill in public.

I'm feeling good today. Chris is off work so I have help with the kids and chores. Although I'll probably send the kids to invite the neighbors to play in the back yard while I try to pack and meal plan and everything else. There's so much I need to do today I wish I had slept in a little longer.

At some point I've got to catch up all the laundry this week. Unfortunately I have like 2 pair of shorts I like and only a few tee shirts so I've got to have clothes to wear after I pack my good stuff. Maybe I'll just do it in a few days and pack everyone's clothes like 2 days before we leave..

I m feeling overwhelmed again so I'm going to make a to do list. I should be able to ft lots of good stuff in one day. So long as I don't need a nap later. Napping always fucks up my day and I hate doing it but sometimes I just have to.

Ok so I'm going to wake my kids up after making that list.

[19thcenturyedgelord]

TW: Transphobia, Homophobia, abuse, neglect, p3dophilia, s3xual assault, su!cide, alcohol

~Vent~

My mother is constantly saying that they is only two gender and is always dead naming me, the one time I get her to say my preferred name she rolls her eyes and scoffs as she says it.

My mother has told me my whole life that she owns me and that I don't get to make any decisions for myself, she was dressing me until I was disowned at 14.

My mother would threaten to k!ll herself is I ever did something she didn't like, this includes: having a panic attack, dealing with over stimulation, trying to dress myself, telling her to stop walking in on me while I was showering/changing, going to bed early, going to bed late, saying I was hungry, asking to be allowed to go outside, wearing my headphones, not being strictly christian/not eating kosher, ect.

My mother got rid of my pet hermit crabs without telling me and was constantly trying to release my turtles even though they would die in the wild and they were being taken care of very well with a large, clean tank and plenty of food and hiding places, a special light that was good for their shell, and a great water to land ratio.

My mother slut shamed me because I was wearing shorts that went above my knees (they were perfectly appropriate btw).

My mother would scream at me for hours if I got anything less than a 100% on a test and even if I did get a 100% she would ask me why I didn't get any extra credit even if there was none available and even if I'd did get extra credit she would ask why I didn't get MORE extra credit.

While I lived with my mother I had a diet of nothing but microwave meals and chips and chips because she spent all of her money on vape, cigarettes, and alcohol. I would constantly be near unconsciousness due to my low blood sugar because I had nothing to eat.

She has slapped me across the face multiple times, one time with sharp plastic that cut my chin, she did this as a punishment. One time she slapped me because my blood sugar was low and I was grumpy, this is how it went down:

Me: Hey I know you wanna talk right now but can I make some food first my blood sugar is low this should take me 20 minutes max"

Her: No, I'm you mother and your going to talk to me right now

Me: Can I please just get something to eat

Her: *yells at me wich causes me to get distracted*

Me: *spills uncooked mac&cheese because distracted*

Her: *yells at me then slaps me across the face*

My mother nearly beat me to unconsciousness because she was very drunk, I had bruises all over me the next morning but I was to afraid to say anything because I new she would scream at me and hurt me more.

She molested me daily, forced me to change in front of her, forcefully spooned me in bed for hours even after I said no, and would "playfully" spank me.

She was constantly talking about how sexy a 17 year old at her work was and even bought him vape. She would also talk about some of my friends like that and even tried to internet stalk two of them, we are all minors.

She would lock the door to the apartment and wouldn't give me a key and would force me to wait outside in knee deep snow for hours without any warm clothing because she stole it all. She also refused to drive me to school in -8 degree (f) weather because she didn't want to loose her parking spot. I was also forced to bike to and from band practice (with she forced me to to do because she wanted to live through me) in 30 degree (f) with heavy rain because she didn't want to loose her parking spot.

She would consistently make fun of me for reading or doing anything that I enjoyed because I was a "nerd" and a "looser"

She disowned me after she stole my phone, went through it and found out I was a lesbian.

I couldn't even go into my yard without telling her where I was going, if I didn't tell her I would be screamed at and not allowed out my room, for a day and then not allowed out of the house for two more weeks.

She routinely went through my phone and my belongings without my permission, knowledge, or consent, in case I had anything "suspicious".

I tried moving in with my dad and she sued him.

She stole my most prized pokemon cards, a bag, most of my clothes, all of my old toys, and over $200 from my in the span of two weeks.

My room didn't have a door and she positioned herself so that she had to go through my room to get anywhere else in the house.

She would frequently lock the bathroom door so that it was only accessable from her room.

I told her I like pop music and she called me a failure then continued to play her extremely s3xual, vulgar, music about dr*gs, alcohol, and r@pe.

From the time I was 8 she tried to force me to drink alcohol because its "cool"

She forcefully pushed me against a wall because I refused to give her a hug after she made an offensive joke and I called her out for it.

She screamed at me because I corrected her after she misgendered me.

I had to learn morse code just so I could speak to my friends without her knowing what I was saying.

When I started counseling because I wanted to k!ll myself and because I was having upwards and 15-25 panic attacks per day, she forced me to tell her everything that happened in counseling even if I didn't want to.

She always gangs up on me in fights but if I try to get back up she just yells at me more.

She refused to take me to the hospital when I had a concussion and forced me to go to school all week even though I could barely stand or speak and now I have verbal and motor tics which she makes fun of.

She would scream at me because I sit down in the shower even though I have arthritis. (Yes I have arthritis at 15, it runs in the family and before to long I might develop psoriasis, I have shitty genes)

I wasn't allowed to wear anything that revealed my shoulders, that was low cut, shower any part of my stomach or back, short that went above my knees, ect.

I wasn't allowed to get my hair cut below my chin because it " wasn't feminine enough"

I wasn't allowed to have anything that was "for boys" this included clothes, toys, books, stickers, blankets, posters, movies, ect.

She forced me to watch R rated movies with her even if I didn't feel comfortable watching them.

I wasn't allowed to have any friends over and I wasn't allowed to go to any friends house, the one time I did have friends over she judged all of them and tried me to stop hanging out with them after they left. My friends are all very good people and are the only reason I'm still alive rn, she was just mad that I was talking to people who weren't her.

She screamed at she because I got one (1) drop of dark green ink on her black coffee table that she got for free.

I wasn't allowed to draw any male characters because she was afraid I would get off to them or something idk (this was before I was forcefully outed)

She bought me a triple chocolate cake for my birthday once. I'm allergic to chocolate. She forgot my birthday the next year.

Anytime I would tell her about the terrible bullying that was going on she would tell me to get over it, even after I had been thrown to the ground and strangled by one of my classmates.

If I got into a new game or hobby she would either take it away or shame me for playing it.

She spent all day on the computer playing Sims 3 to the point where I had to feed myself, take care of myself, and play by myself as young as 5.

She screamed at me because while talking about Pokemon lore I mentioned how Arceus is the god of the Pokemon world and she said I shouldn't say that because it would "make god mad" ( I have nothing against christians or christianity btw, just the people who shove it down your throat like she does)

I wasn't allowed to eat or drink the last of anything (finishing a bag of chips, taking the last soda, ect.) If I did she would scream at me and slap me as punishment.

She threatened to forbid me form seeing my cousin (who for the first 11 years of my life was my only friend) if I ever "talked back" to her.

She wod frequently strangle me as a form of "tough love".

When I was 2 she tried to teach me how to swim by holding me under water over and over again, drowning is now one of my greatest fears. Luckily I did learn to swim with the help of cousin and granny and even enjoy swimming but it is hard for me to do things like wash my face in the shower or stay under water for more than a few seconds without panicking.

She never taught me how to cook but then would scream at me because I didn't know how to cook.

Her smoking inside and while driving has caused me to have some lung issues, she denies that she ever smoked near me.

She tried to take me away frome everyone in my life including my family and friends so that I could only spend time with her.

When I was in fifth grade she homeschooled me and forced me to do college lever reading, learn how to code, learn at least two other languages that weren't english, learn how to play guitar, do gymnastics, do jujitsu (japanese), do soccer, learn to sing (keep I mind I had no interest in music, but she did), do a digital homeschooling program set at a highschool level, and learn a bunch of useless skills like knot tying and making friendship bracelets because it was "feminine". This was in FIFTH FUCKING GRADE.

We didn't have a washer or dryer and she would never go to to town to get laundry done so I never had clean clothes.

If I had more that $10 I had to give the rest to her.

She tried to kidnap me once.

One time on accident I stood in a bull ant hill and got stung all over (if you don't know ants all sting at once), I was swollen all over and screaming in pain and she did nothing, not even give me ice or ointment, she just told me to be more careful.

[daddychims]

Offside Pt 11

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

Series Masterlist!

Genre: Smut, Soccer AU, College AU

Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader

Word Count: 2k

Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!

You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.

Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!

You watch the three guys who are standing at three corners of the table, chalking their cues as they have the most intense stare battle of their life. The girl sitting beside you offers you a cigarette which you reject with a forced smile but quickly grab one of the bottles of beer that is sitting idly on the table and press it against your mouth to take a sip.

"So what's the bet of the night," Jimin asks, gaze travelling between the two guys "Don’t tell me you called me here without a bet."

"Of course not Park," Taehyung scoffs "I've got a good one for now. "

You furrow your eyebrows when he shifts his gaze to you, and you immediately choke on your beer staring between him and the two other guys "W-What?" You ask defensively

"The bet's on you, Sugar!" Taehyung offers and Jungkook nods confirming his words

"W-What?" you ask with lost eyes "What do you mean?"

"Whoever wins this game will get to drive you home!" Taehyung declares firmly as he glances back at Jimin

"Ooh creative," Jimin smirks "I like that!"

"Wait no," you quickly stand up to object "Joonie said he'll will be drop me off-" you turn around to have a look at the table where you last seen Jiwoo and Namjoon but your voice trails off as you find out about your bestfriend's betrayal

"They left the place 10 minutes ago," Jungkook states looking at you "While you were too busy …" he points at the table Jimin was grinding on you earlier and your cheeks turn red immediately

"I can get home on my own." you declare 

"Joonie Hyung will probably kill me if he knows I didn’t take you home," Jimin immediately rejects shaking his head "Also where is the fun in that?

"Am I here to entertain you?" You ask in disblief

"We're set," Jimin ignores your question as he looks at the other two

"Hey Hey," You call as you as you walk closer to the table "but I have a condition." The three of them nod in union and you're surprised that for the first time you see them agreeing on something. "You'll drop me at my place," you glance over Taehyung to Jungkook as you add "No funny business," you then bring your eyes to Jimin "No messing around!"

"Can I get a complementary neck massage?" Jimin raises his hand as if he's asking for permission with an excited tone

"Park," you sneer at the guy and he immediately laughs in response

"Fine, " Jimin replies before looking at the two other guys "I'm calling dibs on 10-15."

"That’s not fair," Taehyung pouts "13 is my lucky number!"

"You should work on your speed if you don’t want your things taken!" He smirks before pointing at you 

"Park," You hiss realising the "things" he's mentioning is a metaphore for you "I'm standing right here!"

"Sorry babe," he sends a wink your way "Just trying to teach the kids some life lesson here!"

"You better watch your mouth," Taehyung hisses "before I stick that cue up your ass and teach you a life lesson!"

"Ooh didn’t know you're into toys," Jimin laughs "Is that your way of compensating for your 3 seconds stamina?"

Taehyung is about to jump over the table to throw a punch when Jungkook finally speaks up

"Lets get this over and done with," he glances at Taehyung in an attempt distract the heated guy "1 to 5 or 5 to 10 Tae?"

"1 to 5," Taehyung replies through gritted teeth

"Alright!" Jungkook nods as he sets the small balls in the triangle before lifting the case up, the balls organized in a triangle ready for the game to start

You watch as Taehyung lean over the table, throwing a glare at Jimin across the table before breaking the balls.

"Nice shot!" Jimin compliments with a mischievous smile

Taehyung smirks as he walks away changing his angle, aiming for the number 13 which belongs to Jimin. As the cue hits the ball, it starts dancing around the table but misses its path into a pocket.

"Not so lucky hey," Jimin smirks as he watches Taehyung's defeated expression "What does it even stand for? 13 … 13 seconds?" he pauses as if he discovered something brilliant in his head "Is that the most you lasted boning someone?"

Taehyung clenches his jaw watching Jungkook walk past him, brushing an arm over his shoulder to calm him "Its for the time your dad lasted when he made you!" Taehyung spits back in response 

Jimin's expression immediately hardens and he's about to charge towards the guy when you quickly intervene 

"Hey, Hey," you scold as you knock on the wooden surface of the table "you two stop fighting right now!"

"He started!" Taehyung points at the guy across the table with a pout, as if he's wrongly accused 

“I don’t have all night for you two to fight,” you cross your arms across your chest, putting an end to their pointless banter “Now do you wanna continue playing or should I call Joonie?”

You don’t miss how Jungkook’s lips tug into a faint smile as the two guys pout in union like two kids scolded by their mom

“I guess I’m playing next!” He offers looking at you before leaning down and play his turn

The rest of the game goes on not much different than it started, Taehyung and Jimin constantly bickering while Jungkook silently plays, all his attention on the balls he scores in the holes one after another.

You can’t help but notice his familiar tactic he always uses on the field. Barely wasting any time to bluff or bicker with others but ends up owning the game in the end. And of course, this game is no exception.

“I guess the hiatus affected your skills, Park!”  Taehyung smirks as he high fives Jungkook “Aren’t you losing too often?”

Jimin rolls his eyes at the remark “You speak as if you’re any better, 13 seconds!” " his mocks as he scores another point, crushing Taehyung's ego

You run your finger to your temple giving it a slight massage. It’s a headache to be in the same room as the three guys. They are at each other’s throat whether it is soccer or just playing a stupid game like billiard and they make everything seem like their lives are at stake if they don’t claim the throne. There is always an unnecessary amount of men ego floating in the air for everyone around them including you.  

You watch how Jungkook's slender fingers moved slowly caressing the edge of the table as he watches Taehyung and Jimin play to win over the second and third spot, reassured that he’s scored his throne already like always.

You have to consciously stop yourself from imagining how many girls those fingers may have broken into pieces to build the guy’s reputation as the Hanguk’s golden boy.

“Looks like I won’t be getting any placebo effect tonight!” Jimin finally brings his eyes to you from the game, a bitter smirk tugging on the corner of his lips

You gulp, not losing the double meaning of his words considering earlier he elaborated on how exactly he wanted to squeeze the placebo effect out of you.

“I guess life doesn’t always go your way Park!” Jungkook speaks up this time, as he places his cue on the table and grabs his jacket  looking at you “Ready to go?”

“Y-Yeah!” you stutter, looking at his piercing eyes fixed on you

“I’ll see you next week,” Jimin calls waving at you with a smirk “Save up some of your placebo effect for then,” he warns, his smirk faltering as his demeanour changes to a more stern one “Be a good girl and don’t use it all up yeah?”

“W-What-“ you ask with a confused tone but before you can receive your answer Jungkook grabs your arm and pulls you to the stairs behind himself.

“Bye Sugar!” 

You hear Tae’s voice behind you but Jungkook walks so fast that you don’t even get the chance to turn around and bid him goodbye.

“You don’t have to drop me off,” You finally pause when you’re both outside the building, reaching his car “I can just take a taxi!” you suggest

“Why? Are you disappointed?” He asks, bringing his annoyed eyes to you “Did you want Jimin to drop you off?

“What? No! Of course not-“

“We made a bet, I won, so get in!” He orders before opening the door to his side and getting in the car

You furrow your eyebrows, pulling the handle of the passenger side and getting in the car. You watch as they guy starts the engine and starts driving off the parking while he reaches in the dashboard and grabs a small pen shaped object and presses it against his lips. You heart starts drumming faster in rage as the smoke circles around his face like a halo and you realise, he’s vaping.

“Are you serious?” You blurt out without even thinking  

He glances at you before inhaling deeply on the device and exhaling it out skilfully “What?”

“N-Nothing …” you immediately retract, realising the last time you commented on his smoking habits, things didn’t go very well

“No go on,” he nods “What are you judging me for this time?”

“I said nothing!” You insist lowering the window to avoid inhaling the secondhand smoke

“Now what? Are you so upset that Jimin lost the bet that you don’t wanna talk to me?” He asks and you finally lose you patience

“I’m judging you for that vape,” you snap in rage finally looking at him “and no, I’m actually happy Jimin didn’t win the bet …” you blurt out and his eyes widen, momentarily meeting yours and you immediately regret your words

“Really?” he asks intrigued, puffing a substantial amount of smoke out of his lungs

“Y-Yes, but that’s not important …” you quickly interject “Are you seriously smoking AND vaping? Are you really that desperate for lung cancer?”

“I told you before, my lungs are already fucked, they were since I was like 2,” he replies through gritted teeth “this wouldn’t really make a huge difference anyways.”

“Fine,” you roll your eyes frustrated at his response “Just smoke until you choke and die!”

“As if you care!” he murmurs barely audible, but you immediately pick it up and look at him

“Really? So now I don’t care?”

“Well obviously grinding on Park is much more of a priority for you right now,” he scoffs in rage “considering how you managed to break our promise in like two days!”

“W-What … I did not-“

“Oh right, I should have known you’d play smart,” he nods with a mocking tone “you promised you’d block him but didn’t promise you wouldn’t fuck him!”

“Jungkook,” you interrupt, blood boiling from his accusation “I wasn’t planning on fucking anyone! He was only there because Joon brought him along.”

“and that was probably me humping him in a room full of people around,” He scoffs “If only Tae didn’t suggest the game-“ He immediately stops and goes silent, pressing the vape on his lips and inhaling deeply before puffing the air out in frustration “Whatever …” 

You sigh watching him for a few seconds “I don’t really get why you and Tae overact about Park?” you finally break the silence

“I don’t get why you always have to be around him!” he spits back questioning you instead “Is he really worth it? The guys is like barely 4 inches,” he says in an enraged tone “and if he’s sent you dick pics that show otherwise, I have to burst your bubble! there are rumours that he photoshops his dick all the time!”

“What- how …” you stutter, cheeks blushing with every word that he speaks” How is Jimin’s genital coming into this!”

“Because his dick somehow is significant enough for you to break the Hanguk’s code and betray your team!”  

"You're so fucking dramatic, Oh My God!"  You sigh in defeat and look away, hoping this torturous car ride that resembles an interrogation room comes to an end soon 

Meanwhile Jungkook presses his foot on the pedal and speeds up the car, exhibiting his anger in a way other than yelling at you. You finally release a sigh in relief as your house comes to view and you reach to  unbuckle your belt as Jungkook’s car comes to stop. You’re struggling with the clip when a small gasp leaves your throat as he turns over to you and hovers against your body

“Jeon-“

“Look, We had a deal,” he states sternly as he rests his hand on yours stopping your fiddle with the belt “I take my medications until the finals, you stay away from Park Jimin,” his tongue pokes to the corner of his cheek as he stares at you with a disappointed look “You can’t play dirty!”

“W-well if you actually listened to me-”

“Fine, tonight wasn’t your choice, I got it,” he nods in a frustrated tone “but next time you see that punk, you need to turn around and walk the opposite way, Alright?”

You want to agree with his suggestion immediately, its not like you’re dying to hang around SNU’s famous Casanova anyways. but your eyes glaze over the object in his hand and immediately you change your mind “This wasn’t part of the deal,” you mutter in a firm tone

“What?” he furrows his eyebrows looking at you

“If you’re gonna add conditions to our deal, I should add conditions too!”

“What condition?” He asks, a bit taken off guard by your sudden proposition

“No smoking or vaping till the games,” you reply with a stern tone “Or I wont promise I wont be hanging around Park.”

“What- “he scoffs in disbelief

“The medication will be more effective if you stop smoking!” You explain with a serious tone

“That’s what you want in return?” He asks with a lost tone

“Yes!” you nod determined

Jungkook gulps, a tint of amusement colouring his gaze on you. He rests his weight against your body in silence before unclipping your seatbelt and finally pulling away from your seat

“Fine!” he nods, avoiding making any eye contact with you

“Really?” your lips curve into a smile “you said it,” you raise your point finger at him “no going back on this! If I find out you’ve been smoking behind my back, our deal is gone okay?”

He finally glances at you, squinting his eyes as if he’s trying to figure you out “I said fine,” he mutters in a flustered tone “I don’t break my deals like someone!”

“Of course you don’t,” you roll your eyes at his remark “Thanks for the ride!” you turn around to leave his car as you add

“Wait,” he calls, and you turn around but immediately regret as he travels the space between you and cages you between himself and your seat again “This isn’t the only ride you can thank me for, you know!” he flashes a suggestive smirk 

“W-What …”

“If you want, I’ll let you ride me this time,” he traps his bottom lips between his teeth with a seductive smile “You just have to be a good girl and ask for it!”

“J-Jeon,” you speak up, trying to compose yourself against his seductive remarks “I said no funny business!”

“I’m sure it’ll be one hell of a ride,” He murmurs in a husky tone, eyes darkening in lust “Why don’t you give it a try?”

You blink rapidly, hating your drumming heart and the fact that you consider his offer for a second before finally muttering “Thank you for the offer,” you flash a fake smile “But this will be the last ride I ever had with you Jeon!” you then push him aside and open the door as you run towards your house, missing his final words

“We’ll see about that …”

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TEETH?

Teeth?

By InfernoBot

I had just finished recording, and was carrying my dog in from the office, when my mom handed me an envelope. Once I had my sweet pupper nestled into a blanket, I joined her on the couch and slit open my mysterious delivery. Inside was no note, just a brochure to something called ‘Furnal Equinox’ and an accompanying plastic badge bearing the image of a anthropomorphic dog, (maybe it was a wolf), wearing a graduation cap and gown.

As my eyes scanned the glossy pages, my excitement grew; some lovely person had sent me a weekend pass to a furry convention! This was my big chance to make a video detailing my adventures through a mass gathering of one of the internet’s most maligned and misunderstood subcultures. Over the coming weeks, I studied the brochure, read up on the panelists online, noted every question about the furry fandom that popped into my head. My itinerary for the whole weekend was mapped out. 

Super chats and KoFi tips managed to cover the cost of a bottom-barrel airline ticket, and I got a great deal on an Air B&B from a charming indiginous woman named Semide, whose sisters had enrolled in college and left their rooms vacant. She was even kind enough to include meals as part of the deal. The weekend of the con finally rolled around; I threw my things in a bag and I was off to Toronto.

Eighteen hours and three layovers later, I was sitting at my host’s kitchen table with a warm towel draped over the back of my neck, sipping a cup of coffee. It turned out Semide was a naturopathic healer and knew some kickin’ remedies for aches, pains and jet lag. I don’t put much stock in essential oils, but damn if I didn’t wake up feeling fresh and ready to face the day the next morning. The convention was being held on the waterfront about nine blocks from Semide’s place, not too bad for a walk, and I reckoned I could make the trek each day. 

I left late in the morning, well after the con had opened. No sense waiting in line, I figured. It was three blocks from the Westin Harbor Castle, when I saw the first fursuit. 

There was no explaining the rush of exhilaration I felt. This was real. This was happening. I was gradually being surrounded by dozens of people decked out in bright, elaborate costumes. Some that couldn’t afford full suits wore just heads and gloves, giving a ghoulish Frankenstein’s monster appearance to their character. Or the wolf-man caught mid transformation after being bitten by a neon fox in a rainbow pride shirt. The less daring, or particularly destitute, settled for headbands with animal ears and strap-on tails. 

Waiting to cross the last street, I was elbow to elbow with a giant Sonic the Hedgehog and a seven-foot tall purple giraffe sporting a quadruple-XL adult diaper. Something told me before the weekend was over, that particular garment would get filled. Before I could contemplate the logistics further, the light changed and the extremely polite, if curiously dressed herd moved into the street and we sorted into a semblance of a line being steadily processed through the doors into the main convention hall. I was in.

The lead-up to the main event hadn’t prepared me for what lay inside. A teenage girl in a ‘volunteer’ shirt thrust an opaque plastic bag into my hands before Big The Cat shoved me aside and began professing his undying love for her beauty. I stumbled into the row of booths on the main floor, further progress blocked by an electric green armadillo strumming an acoustic guitar with a stuffed fish tucked in the strings. 

This was it, I weaved my way between con-goers and took it all in. Clip-on LED cat ears. A custom-fit fang booth. Stacks of comics focused on humanoid animals. Racks upon racks of faux-leather collars and leashes. The waifu pillows. I pulled my phone from my pocket and approached the nearest open booth.

Time for an interview, I thought.

Eight hours, two energy drinks and a box of granola bars later, I was dead on my feet. There was no way of knowing how many people I’d talked to as the day progressed. Or just how strange my conversations had become. I think I spoke at length with Cool Cat about the merits of various vape pens, despite the fact I don’t smoke. But it hadn’t all been nonsense. 

Before I had degenerated into a gibbering wreck, I had chanced to be standing beside a fountain near the food court and heard a familiar warbling voice behind me. To my great delight, when I turned around I found a young woman with jet black hair, a hawaiian shirt and a black & yellow long-Furby draped over her shoulders; I instantly recognized her as Teya from Strange Aeons. After she’d finished speaking to her friend, I politely tapped her on the arm and introduced myself. She turned out to be super cool, excited to meet another youtube creator, and talked to me for about ten minutes as her girlfriend went off to wait in line for the bathroom. 

While most of our conversation centered around videos and our special boy Greg, my eyes kept getting drawn back to Thursday Plurbonym Boyporridge. His black and yellow checkered belly, his luxurious black fur, those piercing green eyes; it was all so captivating. I couldn’t quit looking at the charm necklace below his little yellow beak spelling out his name; Thursday. Eventually, I complimented her on her videos and her handsome long-son one last time and we parted ways. It had been a pleasant break, but even here, the persistent strains of Insane Clown Posse that permeated the space were grating on my nerves. 

When the time had come for all the furry folk to close up shop and head home, I staggered out into the street with all the lingering con-goers. Despite the initial culture shock, most of the people I’d met had been great. I could stand here, elbow to elbow with ponies, foxskies, giant pomeranians and adorable cat girl maids on the steps of Westin Harbor Castle, and just enjoy the last moments of the sun setting over Toronto. That is until the moment was shattered by an obnoxious voice that sounded more like it belonged outside a Patriots game accompanied by the echo of shattering beer bottles. 

“Now that the party’s over, we can get down to the afterparty at my place; which of you bitches wants to come home with me?”

My head swiveled like a tank turret toward the source of the voice, my face bearing the expression which must have read did this motherfucker just?

A man-child wearing a My Little Pony t-shirt that had been stretched over his prodigious girth, a pair of denim jorts hanging past his knees and sweat-stained socks encased in mandles, slid his oily bulk up behind a group of teenage girls dressed as some kind of anime cat maids. He leaned his acne-studded face in close to them and said, “Since you’re dressed as maids, how about I take you home and make you change my cumm-y bedsheets after a night of passionate love-making.” 

The overly-polite locals may have been in shock, but I knew a neckbeard when I saw one and knew immediately what to do.

“How ‘bout you back the fuck off bro, they’re kids.”

Maybe he wasn’t expecting resistance, but he seemed genuinely taken aback by someone speaking up. Once he got a look at me, he re-adjusted his fedora and stared me down. I admit, I might not look terribly intimidating; bulky, but not muscular, with my hair dyed bright teal and swept to one side. At least I had on a Pink Floyd t-shirt, that felt a little like a layer of protection against his fed-aura. He drew in a snot-choked breath and continued,

“They’re dressed as the maids from Painappuru No Oshiri, they’re harem girls that’re totally thirsty for the main character. Each maid is eager to bend over and present their ripe ruby star-fruit to their master. They’re, like, practically advertising how much they want it in the ass.”

“Why don’t you leave them alone, fuckmuppet?” I retorted. “You look like you're forty and they’re a bunch of teen girls.”

He was not pleased with my argument. The group of cat-maidens had shaken off their surprise and closed ranks. But they weren’t ready when he lunged forward and grabbed at the petticoat of the red cat-maid on the outside, lifting her skirts up to expose the shorts underneath.

“It’s not even a chick, it’s a dude. Chill out.”

A glance at the cosplayer’s face revealed a mask of burning red embarrassment, fear and confusion. Their friends were moving to grab at the neckbeard’s hand, but I was quicker. I swatted his arm like I was chopping down the internet itself and pushed right up in his face. Practically nose-to-nose, I couldn’t avoid the stench of fermented funyuns rolling off his breath.

“Keep. Your. Fucking. Hands. Off of them.”

His chins quivered slightly. 

“Oh, you wanna start something, Rainbow Brite? I bet you like it in the ass, prancy-boy.”

“For a supposedly straight guy, you sure are obsessed with getting your dick in a guy’s butt.”

The flab of his cheeks reddened to match his acne.

“You’re gonna regret that. I’m a man with a very particular set of skills…”

I cut him off; I didn’t have the patience for a real-life copy pasta.

“Is one of your skills getting punched by me? Cause if you keep talking, you’re going to be teaching a master class.”

I could feel that neckbeardy-bravado wavering. Perhaps he could sense the crowd around us had turned against him, moving to shield the cat-maids and staring daggers into his lumpy flesh. With one last snotty huff, he turned and stormed away; the sound of his mandles slapping on the concrete echoed off the face of the convention center. 

A group of several of the more adulty-er people had ringed the victims and were doing their best to calm them down. I shuffled over and started to apologize for the beardo’s behavior, when the red cat-maid began thanking me profusely and asked for a hug. Apparently, this was not the first time their group had been approached at the convention. We stood around chatting for a while, and they promised to check Evangelion when they got home. Once the cat-maids were safely in their Lyft, I waved them goodbye and turned to make my journey home for the night.

I started back up the street I'd taken this morning, but as I approached the doorway to a grimey building, I became aware of a fully-suited Yogi Bear propositioning a man dressed like Linda-Carter-era Wonder Woman. I was pretty wiped out and didn’t have it in me to process an altercation like this if they noticed me and instead took an abrupt right turn down an alley, intending to zig-zag back to my Air B&B. 

I was nearly out the other side when my ears picked up the slapping of mandles on pavement rushing up behind me. A searing pain burst into existence in my lower back, like someone put a cigarette out on my spine. 

I went down, hard. 

The mylar swag bag I’d been swinging around all day splashed into a puddle off to one side. I was barely able to heave myself over onto my back to get a look at my attacker. It was him. The Neckbeard. He stood over me, grinning, his yellowed teeth visible in the night. The little black box in his hand flickered with a blue spark as he triggered the taser again.

“Heh heh. You like that, princess? I aimed a little high so I wouldn’t damage your sweet ass.”

“Fuck….you….” I gasped out through the pain. My muscles were cramping like someone had dug a burning fork into my lower back and twisted it up like a plate of spaghetti. 

“Heh. You’re the one taking it in the ass, rainbow bitch.” He stepped over me, squatting like a linebacker, bringing the taser close to my face. “Maybe I’ll push this in your eyeball and see if I can make it boil.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of movement between his legs. Something thin and dark darted up from the shadows, toward his exposed back. He let out a cry of surprise, and shot upright, swinging his arms wildly behind him, grabbing at something. He hopped wildly from foot-to-foot across the alley, the tail hanging from the back of his pants swaying wildly with the movement. I thought it was weird I hadn’t noticed the tail before, especially with how long it was, practically sweeping the ground. The fuzzy black appendage was moving...wrong. It kept curling up and twisting out of his hands as he grasped at it, almost as if it were...alive. 

“Oh Goddamnit!” He screamed. “What the fuck, dude?!” 

He dropped the taser and got a grip on the tail with both hands, tugging on it. A ripping sound echoed through the alley as the seat of his pants tore out. The thing was, the tail wasn’t attached to his pants, it was going in through his pants, nestled between his prodigious posterior cheeks like one of those fetish plugs. As he violently jerked it side-to-side, it was ripping at the fabric of his trousers, the same went for his less-than-tidey whiteys. 

“Get this fucking thing off of me!” He howled. 

He grunted as the tail slipped his fingers and wriggled another foot inside him. Tears were welling up in his eyes and he collapsed back against a green dumpster. Like a man who had gambled on a street taco truck and lost, he bit his knuckle and gripped his abdomen through his stained t-shirt. It might have been a trick of the light, but I swear I could see his belly distend and squirm; the words ‘Friendship Is Magic’ bulging as something rolled under them. 

His mandles dug into the alley grime as he feebly kicked his legs, and I could only watch in disgust as the rest of the fuzzy, black, thing slithered up inside him, forcibly dilating his leather cheerio. It was incredible. I could actually see its progress as it wormed its way through his body. He blubbered something about God and Jesus as his hand clawed frantically at his own belly, before his voice abruptly went silent. 

There was a long, drawn-out wheezing sound, like one of those novelty rubber chickens, as the bulk of the thing moved up his throat. I don’t know how his flesh distended and deformed without bursting, but it reached his mouth and his jaw opened wide. First one small black, fuzzy ear lined with black and yellow plaid popped up, then another, followed by the crown of this thing’s head, pushing his teeth outward like flower petals blooming. 

It rose before me, straight up from his mouth, its black and yellow belly slick, but not stained by his juices. His dislodged teeth clung to its matted fur like an obscene necklace. It swayed slightly in the moonlight, a pair of luminous green eyes fixed on mine, and its beak opened. With the rising inflection of someone asking a question, it uttered one word: 

Teeth?