#this week it's mediation

[becca-e-barnes]

Don't tell anyone but I love the thought of pornstar Bucky's girl asking to do livestreams with him. The thought of him taking the chat's lead?? Or reading the filthy things they're saying?? 🤤

"They're making fun of you, sweetheart." Bucky teases between chaste kisses placed to the soft inside of your spread thighs.

'Is she wet already?' The most recent message in the chat makes you squirm in your seat. Not that you're getting very far. Bucky is quite well known for his skills with a rope but he's left you just enough wiggle room that you can still grind your cunt desperately against the chair beneath you. It's not much relief but it's something.

"Of course she's wet already. Aren't you, baby? It doesn't take our girl long to get herself all worked up when she knows she's being watched." Bucky smirks up at you, his fingers trailing over the slick lace of your panties, gathering just enough of your arousal on his fingertips to show the camera.

'Our girl' doesn't sit right with you but you know it's all for show. You're his girl. Only his. Those people watching on the stream, whoever they are, mean nothing to you. You know he'll remind you of that later too. Reminding you that you're 'his girl', holding your chin so he can look into your eyes while he slides every inch of his length home over and over.

You whimper at the flood of messages into the chat as your viewers respond to the crystal clear evidence of your arousal on your partner's fingers.

'Fuck, she's making a mess.' 'Always such a good girl.' 'What I'd give to be able to taste her.'

The comments run up the screen so quickly you don't have time to read them all.

'She's so desperate, what a good little slut.' 'You've hardly even touched her and I'm already hard.'

"You're right, I haven't really touched her much, have I?" Bucky asks while reaching over for the wand vibrator he'd picked out for this stream. He clicks it on and the toy buzzes to life.

He seems satisfied with the lowest setting for now. Not that you are. That setting is almost always just for warm-up and that's not what you need in that moment.

"Please." You whine, tugging against the restraints, only feeling satisfied when your partner presses the soft, silicone tip to your clit, over your panties.

Everything feels heightened despite the low setting. You've been so turned on for so long that anything at all is welcome.

'Such a pretty little thing.' 'She sounds so hot when she whines like that.'

You hadn't even noticed yourself whining, much less the way you tried to grind yourself pathetically on the toy, trying to feel more than the featherlight touch Bucky was offering you.

You felt Bucky flicking the toy up a speed, startled by the groan that left your own throat. It sounded desperate. It was filthy and unrestrained and totally shameless.

"You like that?" Bucky's voice was all that could tear you out of your own head. He rolled the head of the toy in vertical motions, laughing quietly to himself when the sensation made you gasp.

'She's so loud tonight.'

The commenter wasn't wrong. You knew you were louder than usual, a testament to just how much you found yourself enjoying this.

"Sit still, sweetheart." You hadn't really registered what was happening until after it was done, although you'd agreed it beforehand anyway. Bucky carefully tugged the side of your underwear away from your skin, cutting the lace and then mirrored his actions on the other side. With the pretty blue lace in tatters, your sex was fully on display.

Bucky pulled the fabric free from underneath you, balling it up in his hand before pressing it to your lips.

"Good girl. Take it." You hadn't expected this. Automatically, brattiness takes over, your defiant natures tells you not to do as you're told. You hold out for a second, up until the toy clicks up one more speed and when you gasp in surprise, the panties are pushed past your lips, resting heavily on your tongue and you get to enjoy the taste of your own arousal.

[girl-debord]

your "son" is making a lot of older lesbians very happy

[crybaby-bkg]

a slight continuation of this

no caller ID pops on your screen, pulling your attention away from your previous task at hand: not fucking up your eyeliner. you typically wouldn’t care if it was a little uneven, but you’re going on a date tonight, for the first time in so long, and you want everything to go as smoothly as possible.

which is why you groan when you end the call, and that same no caller ID pops right back up seconds later. you know who it is—who else would it be? you figured he’s already seen your story of being excited for going on your first date in a while, on the only app you hadn’t blocked him on. petty? perhaps, but it’s on him to be keeping up with you despite you cursing him out for wasting your time and then blocking him right after.

you watch it ring though, contemplating for a while longer than you should. you blocked him for a reason. no need to entertain his same shit that he always spews to you when he realizes that he might be losing you once more?

….but it doesn’t hurt to hear the hero beg for you.

“What do you want, Bakugou?” You sigh irritably as you finally answer his call, putting him on speaker as you go back to even out your eyeliner. You hear him huff on the other side of the phone at the use of his surname, but he doesn’t say anything about it, instead, quickly telling you what he’s been bothering you for.

“Who’s the fuckin’ loser that’s gonna drool over how good your tits look in that stupid green dress you love so much?” Bakugou grunts, and you instantly feel your face heating at his crude words. You glance over with a frown at that same green dress that makes your tits look good, where it hangs on your closet.

“None of your damn business, Bakugou.” You snap at him, wondering if it’s too late to find something else to wear. “Not like you ever took me out in my stupid green dress.” Your voice holds a level of bitterness that only he can bring out of you, and you hear his sigh through the speakers.

“I told you this before, I’m always—”

“Busy.” You cut him off, voice suddenly thick as you think back on the countless rejections he’s splattered at your feet every time you tried to further your relationship with him. “You reminded me of how busy you’ve been since you first started this whole situationship.”

“Situation—? Huh? We were dating!” Bakugou protests with a huff, and you can hear how he paces the floor quickly. You glare at your phone, setting down your liner to instead pick of your (his) favorite lipgloss.

“You’d have to ask me out to be dating, Bakugou. You’d have to court me to be dating, Bakugou. You’d have to make time for me and take me out on dates and not hide me to fucking date me, Bakugou.” You spit at him, venom dripping off of your lips in waves. You don’t know why you answered, why you even entertained him. You shake your head with a huff when the line goes quiet, eyebrows quirking up when your date sends you a text to make sure you’re still on for tonight.

“I’m sorry.” Bakugou mutters pathetically, his voice suddenly soft. You hesitate, for some reason, when it comes to texting your date back. Why do you always hesitate when Bakugou is around?

“Let me make it up to you, court you, and shit. I can take you to one of my favorite places, you can wear that pretty green dress and that gloss you know I love.” His voice is pleading, thickening and sweet and suffocating. You shouldn’t respond, should reply back a yes to your date.

“Please? You know how much you mean to me.” Bakugou mumbles, and you can hear the earnestness in his voice. Why haven’t you said yes to your date yet?

“I’ll do better this time. Just one more chance, sweetheart.” Bakugou’s voice is so soft, you’ve never heard him this vulnerable before. You sigh with a shake of your head, slumping back into your seat in defeat.

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Sorry, I can’t make it tonight. Something came up. Maybe we can reschedule for another time?

[hoperays-song]

The Skateboard Incident

Johnny, turning the apartment inside out: Where is it? Where’s my skateboard? Has anyone seen it??

Nooshy: It’s in the living room. I was using it as a footrest earlier.

Johnny:

Nooshy, shrugging: It’s pretty comfortable actually.

Johnny, deathly calm: ... I'm going to kill you. I'm actually going to kill you.

Nooshy, bolting for the stairs: ... Dad!

Marcus, from the garage: You are grown adults, solve your own problems for once, please!

[a-heart-of-kyber]

Viktor and Klaus are character parallels which would mean that one can theorize that if Viktor is destruction then Klaus is creation in this essay I will-

[davestriderpostscratch]

in one of the really early seasons of NCIS there’s an episode called “pop life” where the B plot is literally tony and kate asking dr mallard to be their auspistice

[braveburned]

gregory's boops are him bapping people to intentionally be annoying

[pocket-prosecutor]

The doorbell rang and Gregory got up. 

"That must be Phoenix. Come, Miles, it's polite to greet our guest."

Miles excitedly got up. Today would be the first time a friend would come over for a longer time, as opposed to having to send them away before the sun sets. Phoenix was to come by later in the afternoon and to stay for dinner.

Gregory, with the consent and in the presence of Miles, had told Phoenix about Miles’s condition a few days earlier. Every day, the moment the sun set, Miles shrunk down to about the size of Gregory’s hand. Phoenix seemed to have an easy time believing it, much to the relief of both Miles and Gregory.  

"Miles!" Phoenix walked in to hug his friend. Miles felt a bit shy. He was still quickly flustered when Phoenix acted so excited to be with him. 

Gregory poured a glass of juice for them (and some coffee for himself) and they sat around the table for a bit. Phoenix started chattering about a Signal Samurai Christmas special that aired the night before and Miles happily nodded along. 

With each passing minute, Miles visibly got more nervous. He stared down at his empty glass, holding it tightly with both hands. Phoenix fell quiet when he noticed and looked up at Gregory with a questioning look, who knew that this would be a new and scary situation for Miles.

"Miles, it will be fine. If you still want Phoenix to leave you can ask him." That was maybe a bit blunt, but Gregory figured that it was important that Miles would be able to set his boundaries. Phoenix nodded in agreement; the last thing he wanted was to make his best friend nervous or scared. 

"...It's....It's okay.... But-But you can't laugh!" Miles gripped his glass a bit tighter and blushed.

"I'm sure Phoenix wouldn't laugh at you, isn't that right?" Gregory said while looking at Phoenix with a gentle smile. He was sure that Phoenix wouldn't be capable of hurting his son in any way. 

"R-Right! This is very serious Miles!" 

Miles started to blush more. He felt more comfortable with Phoenix than any of his other classmates, but still couldn’t shake his nerves. He didn't have time to think about that any further, however, and he felt his father's hand on his shoulder. 

"It's almost time, let's have you sit on the table alright?"

Miles nodded and got up to do just that. His back faced Phoenix, who stood up to walk around and face Miles. 

"Will you be okay?"

"... Probably."

Phoenix shot a worried look at Gregory. "P-probably?"

"He's just nervous, don't worry Phoenix."

Gregory held his hand on Miles's shoulder. Miles had been through this for over 3 years, but today he felt as nervous as he did back when his condition just started.

When the expected sensation overcame him, Miles could feel that his nerves held him back. Gregory noticed too and kneeled down and held both his shoulders. 

"You'll be fine Miles, see? Phoenix is being very respectful right now."

This was true. Phoenix tried his best not to let Miles see his shock. He believed Gregory when he told him about Miles's condition, but seeing it still came as a surprise to him. 

Miles took a deep breath and tried to relax. Whenever he was nervous it always felt as if his muscles were resisting in some way. He managed to relax a bit, but he was afraid to look at Phoenix while he was shrinking. 

Soon enough, the sensation stopped. Miles stood up on the table, first facing Gregory, and then slowly turned his face to Phoenix. He blushed and started fidgeting nervously, waiting for Phoenix to say something. 

"...Can- Can I come closer?" Phoenix blurted out. Miles flinched at the sudden sound. 

"Mind your volume Phoenix."

"R-right...sorry mr. Edgeworth." Phoenix lowered his voice and asked Miles again: "Is it okay to come closer?"

Phoenix slowly moved closer. He saw eye to eye with Miles standing on the table, and he could now see his best friend in his shrunken state in more detail. 

Miles nodded shyly. Phoenix hadn't laughed. What would he say? What was he thinking?

"Whoa..."

Whoa? Of all reactions, joyful wonder was certainly not what Miles expected. 

"You would be so good at Hide and Seek now!"

Both Miles and Gregory were surprised by this remark.

"H-hide and Seek?"

Phoenix nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! You can hide in so many places now, that's so great!"

Miles didn't know what to say at all, and a silence fell for a few seconds. They both never took the time to think about the upsides of Miles's condition, and instead only focused on living through it.

Yet here was Phoenix immediately getting starry-eyed over the advantages of Miles's small size.

"Ah! Did...did I say something wrong?"

"Not at all," Gregory cut in and kneeled down to Phoenix, "I think Miles is just a bit shy right now. But I'm sure he would love to try if you give him some time. How about you first ask if it’s okay to pick him up?” 

Phoenix nodded and looked back at Miles. “Uhm…Can I pick you up?”

“... Y-Yes… But- But you have to use both hands! And…and be careful when you close your hands around me…” Phoenix nodded along and carefully followed Miles’s further instructions. 

Gregory watches as the two communicated and how Miles carefully but confidently climbed onto Phoenix's hands. 

"Before… before you walk you need to make sure to keep your arms stable…"

"Like this?"

"Yeah!"

"... What should we do now? What do you play with when you're small?"

"There's…there's not much for me to do…Usually I read my books! Oh, but my father recorded the Signal Samurai Christmas special yesterday! If there's nothing else to do we can watch it again…"

Phoenix enthusiastically agreed, maybe a bit too enthusiastic, since Miles cowered back a bit in Phoenix's hands and covered his ears.  

Phoenix immediately lowered his volume.

"R-right…sorry Miles…"

"How about I set up the TV for you two while I prepare dinner?" Gregory cut in.

They both nodded and Phoenix carefully made his way to the living room. 

"Where do you sit?"

"Uhmm…usually on the arm of the sofa…"

~~~

Gregory watches as Miles slowly gets more comfortable with Phoenix from his peripheral while he prepares dinner. They’re both enjoying the episode, and Phoenix now and then asks Miles questions about what it’s like being tiny. Phoenix’s directness was surprisingly nice for Miles. 

He can’t help but smile at the relief of knowing that his son may be able to get a normal life after all. 

[loxare]

A game I've been playing in early access for the past half year, Immortal Life, came out fully wednesday, and I love it so much and think that everyone should play it. Anyways I wrote a thing

Mu Xia hummed as she carefully placed the plate of dumplings in her basket. They were a new recipe, pork and chive, and she really hoped her shijie liked them.

Carefully balancing her basket on her arm, pushing aside the kitchen curtain with the ease of long practice, she nearly dropped everything when Ji Yaohua’s voice called out, “Mu-shimei! I was just speaking to your mother about importing things for the inn. She told me to ask you about anything you needed for the kitchen.”

Basket balanced once again, Mu Xia smiled. “Oh course, Ji-shijie, thank you. It will be our usual list, but could you see if you can get more of the chives? If these turn out, I think they’ll be a hit with the customers.”

Yaohua leaned in, curious. “What are they? They smell good.”

“Pork and chive dumplings! I have some extra in the back if you want, but these are for Shijie!” In this context, there could only be one Shijie. The farmer of the Misty Valley was the reason she was even a part of Guiyun Sect after all.

Li Mengqing appeared from around the corner, summoned by the call of a new food to try. “I’ll get them! Just on the serving table?” Not waiting for an answer, she slipped into the kitchen.

“What’s the occasion?” Yaohua’s eyes narrowed slightly. “If it’s her birthday you have to tell me. She refuses to say.”

That sounded like Shijie. “No, not at all. I just haven’t seen her in a few days, so I wanted to check on her and make sure she was eating well.”

A strange look crossed Yaohua’s face. It looked pained, but also glum and mischievous for some reason. “I see. I think she’ll enjoy those a lot. Say hi for me.”

“I will!” Ji Yaohua’s strange moods wouldn’t deter Mu Xia. “See you later Ji-shijie, Li-shimei!”

After Mu Xia was gone, Mengqing came out and passed Yaohua a dumpling. “Ji-shijie. If Shijie hasn’t been seen in a few days...”

“Yes.” Yaohua took a bite of the dumpling. It was very good indeed. She’d have to research where to obtain chive seeds. The Misty Valley could support nearly any kind of plant in its soil, so it was just a matter of sourcing. And having Shijie grow them would be much cheaper in the long run than importing chives. As for Mu Xia... “She’d have to find out sometime. Besides, if it’s been a few days, Shijie could probably use the food.”

“Hm. True.” Mengqing ate another dumpling. “Hey, do you think it’s possible to make a red bean dumpling?”

She’d never had a sweet dumpling before. “I’m sure you can convince Mu-shimei to try.”

The walk to the Misty Valley was pleasant. The weather was warm, and a bit breezy. There was rain on the horizon, but it wouldn’t hit until tonight. She spoke briefly to Zhou Qian’er about the day’s catch, and to Chen Yuanzhou about fishing her up a few puffer fish for an upcoming banquet.

The Misty Valley hummed with power as it always did. She could almost see the crops growing as they absorbed the spiritual energy, cycling it and sending it back into the earth, stronger. That was one of the things that had surprised her, after she’d started cultivating. Mu Xia had been to the Misty Valley before, usually on her way to the Sunset Forest to pick scarlet sage, but never before had she been able to see the energy she had always felt in the place. It had always felt alive to her, vibrant in ways that she hadn’t been able to comprehend. It was no wonder that Shijie was so strong, if this was where she lived, worked, cultivated.

Speaking of. “Shijie? Are you here?” She checked both fields, poked her head into the Blessed Land, knocked on the door of the freshly renovated house. But she was nowhere to be seen.

Then, suddenly, a flash of light. The same as the others when they teleported somewhere else. Mu Xia couldn’t wait to learn that technique. “Shijie, you’re home! I brought- ” She stopped short.

It... was Shijie. She could tell. But the usual flowing robes and perfectly styled hair were in horrible disarray, and covered in... substances. Mud was the least egregious of the substances, but Mu Xia could also see some sort of green-grey plant sap that smelled horrible, more green goop, and blood (?!) in various shades and consistencies. “Shijie?!”

Instead of asking for help or something, Shijie wobbled and mumbled, “whatimezit?”

“I...” Mu Xia checked the position of the sun. “Almost dusk.”

“Mmm,” Shijie nodded. “Worms.”

And she teetered off, in the direction of her silkworm hut. Mu Xia followed helplessly. As Shijie pulled a large bundle of mulberry leaves from her storage ring, Mu Xia asked, “Shijie, are you alright?”

Shijie nodded again. “Jss tired. Still got,” she paused, trying to visibly count up her remaining tasks.

That wouldn’t do at all! “No, you’ve got nothing to do until you’re cleaned up and rested!” Mu Xia spread the rest of the leaves over the worms, grabbing Shijie’s arm and pulling her towards the house.

Shijie pulled away before they could enter, detouring to the waterfall. To Mu Xia’s shock, she stood under it for a few minutes, allowing the water to wash away the substances. Then she stripped her clothes off, replacing them with a clean, dry set from her ring, while Mu Xia went “Eep!” and turned around.

Finally, Shijie sat down at her table, Mu Xia across from her. The waterfall had woken her up enough to speak in full sentences, so when Mu Xia set down the basket and opened the lid, her eyes lit up and she said, “Dumplings! Thank you Mu-shimei, I was starting to get hungry.”

“Aren’t you capable of inedia?” It wasn’t healthy, to survive on inedia for too long, but at the very least it prevented the feeling of hunger. Shijie didn't usually rely on it, but it was useful when she went to the secret realms and didn't want to fill up her storage rings with food.

Shijie made a noise of affirmation and swallowed her dumpling. “Yeah, but not for more than a few days. Maybe once I hit Core, but not yet.”

Mu Xia subtly pushed the plate closer. “What were you doing anyways?”

“I needed more golden disks. I used them all up learning spells, which means I don’t have enough for research and development, or to upgrade my axe.” Shijie ate another dumpling. Jin Li crept off of his nest and sniffed at one, then wrinkled his nose. “If I can do that, I can get past those ironwood tree roots that are blocking the path to the eastern forest, see if I can find out what’s in there. Maybe there’s a great treasure that we can use to rebuild the sect.” She looked critically at the half of a dumpling she was holding. “Do you think I can get seeds for chives? I’d like some more aromatics to work with, and these are good. Do you have the recipe?”

Mu Xia nodded. “I finished developing it today. If you liked them, I was going to introduce them to the inn menu.” Shijie had very good taste. If she liked something, odds were it would do well with many customers.

“The usual arrangement then.” Ingredients, to repay the time Mu Xia spent developing her recipe, and to thank her for her generosity. “Assuming I can get chive seeds in.”

“If you can, I’ll see about getting more recipes with them in.” Mu Xia fidgeted with her sleeve. “Shijie, is that. Is that how you usually look when you leave town for a few days?”

Shijie huffed, offended. “I wasn’t gone for a few days, I have to be back every day to feed the worms. They’re very important Mu-shimei.”

“Of course,” she said, conciliatory. “But why didn’t I see you yesterday then?”

A long moment of silence. Shijie was more awake, but still not to her usual calibre, it seemed, as it was taking her a minute to think that through. “Oh, I guess I did feed them at 3 in the morning yesterday. And the day before. And then it was straight back to the desert.”

“Shijie! How long has it been since you slept?” Another long pause, that Mu Xia didn’t let her finish. “Go to bed! Right now!”

“But I have to sweep the forest for flowers, and then I have to schedule some classes for tomorrow, and I need more krill so I have to fish some of those up tonight, and having more pearl dust is always useful and -”

“Go to bed!”

It took another few minutes of corralling her, but eventually Shijie was laying in her bed, Jin Li curled smugly on her chest, preventing her form moving. In just a few seconds, she was asleep.

Mu Xia breathed a sigh of relief. Then she got out her paper crane talisman. Shijie did so much for them. They could do a few things for her, at least for tonight.

[lcevinolusola]

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[kneecap-homicide]

love wins 💗

[bri-the-bi]

Can Dorian stop bullshitting us into trying to get us on their app like if I wanted unrelated rants while trying to talk about valid concerns I would willingly call my dad

tw// traumadumping in tags

[syxnewt]

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[ukulelegodparent]

Jesus this family has mental illnesses

[pynkhues]

What are your thoughts on Mindy kaling? Are you a fan of her work? She's been receiving some criticism lately and I would love to know if you have any thoughts on her work.

I really like her writing, anon! I think she's a clever, funny writer who has a really distinct voice and can land sweet, emotional beats in a way that never veers into saccharine, which is a real testament to her talent. Her work has bounce to it, which gives it an energy that a lot of comedy shows lack, and I always try to check out her stuff.

I'm a little behind on a few of her shows though - I haven't seen her Four Weddings and a Funeral adaptation or The Sex Lives of College Girls, but I've seen all of The Office, The Mindy Project and Never Have I Ever, as well as Late Night, which I thoroughly enjoyed. I've also read both her books, and liked them a lot too.

I do get the criticisms of her though as well, and don't necessarily disagree with them. I think you can tell what romantic dynamics she likes because she repeats them in different works, and some of her stories can suffer from her voice filtering down through multiple characters too much, and that she doesn't always balance A-B-and-C storylines well. That said, I do think she's a writer who listens and I think she's one who's generally growing, and I actually think too she doesn't get enough credit as a major talent and a major voice when it comes to women in both comedy and in storytelling broadly.

So yeah! I get the criticisms, but I also am really glad that she's here, y'know? Especially as I feel like she's one of the few women in comedy who writes really consistently and unapologetically for a female audience.

[steampoweredskeleton]

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