i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".
it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.
do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.
but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.
do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).
you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.
walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.
no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.
do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."
you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.
there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.
i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.
he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."
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I hate how fandom has become "if you haven't created anything in this very specific time frame after the release of the show/movie, everyone will have moved on"
And call me old fashioned, but that's just not me. I sometimes take ages to create and publish. And I will love a show or movie for such a long time (years, babes, years) that I just can't relate to the fast consumerism that's going on.
Because, let's be real, it can get really lonely in a fandom if most have simply moved on to the next shiny thing. Is what's created less worth, just because it was created outside the hype? Why is it such a taboo for this new fandom generation to love an old or "late" fic or art?
It's so tiring and I'm too old for the 30-seconds-hype-tiktok-shit. Just tired. So, so tired.
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Hello lovelies
I was lucky enough to snatch a commission from @bucksketch
This is something that has been on my mind for so long and I could finally ask one of my fav artists to bring this to life
Everyone,
The Stucky Buddie AU
There is no fic (yet)
But I think they fit them so well
Buck with his trying to save everyone, trying to always do the right thing, burning down the world for his loved ones
Eddie with all the trauma that hardened him on the outside at first glance but he'll do everything for the ones he loves
Buck with the whole transformation he goes through while the core of his heart never changes
Eddie with all that grief but slowly making his way through healing
The friends to lovers
The always having each other's backs
The saving each other
Yeah I love them all
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Kei fucking your throat
thirst drabbles (8/∞)
fandom » &team
pairing » kei x f!reader
rating » 18+ (minors dni!)
genre » smut, established relationship.
word count » ~ 800
warnings » profanity, dom/sub undertones, throat fucking, kei has a fat cawk 🫣, gagging, dacryphilia, hair pulling, praising, pet names, dirty talk, size kink(?), cum swallowing, lmk if i missed anything!
“Mm–fuck, you take me so well, princess, my baby is taking my cock so well.” Kei grunts out, his hands cradling your face like you’re the most precious thing ever, while his thick shaft ruts into your mouth relentlessly.
You moan around his length, eyes glazed with tears, pussy tingling, clit aching, body quivering — all for the man using your throat to relieve himself. He looks ethereal, even like this; teeth digging into his luscious lower lip, body tense as he thrusts into your mouth, hair all messed up and his face scrunching up from pleasure.
Sometimes you struggle to believe that you do in fact have scored a boyfriend like Kei, but at times like this, you feel an immense amount of pride to have this fine man all by yourself. You think back to how good he looked wearing a simple white shirt and a pair of jeans, and those lethal eye-glasses that made you lose every single bit of sanity – that made you drop to your knees.
“My angel, open up wider for me, yeah? I know you can fit it all inside you. Didn’t I teach you the way to do it?” He laughs breathily, one of his hands readjusting to grip on the back of your head. His other hand taps on your cheek. Even though it hurts quite a bit, you unhinge your jaw to open wider. Several tears escape your eyes from the pressure. Kei hums, easing his girth further into your throat, triggering your gag reflex.
“Fucking hell, I didn’t even start, baby,” he hisses at the feeling of his cock getting clenched on, his fingers threading through your hair. You can only whine as he slowly starts rocking his hips back and forth, letting you get used to the feeling. But with each movement, he picks up his speed, plummeting into the depths of your gullet and making you choke around him.
“That’s it, angel, just like that. You look so pretty, gagging and drooling over my cock, cheeks all wet with tears.” Kei groans, pulling onto your hair as if to ground himself. Your hands reach for his wrists, holding onto them for dear life as you feel your thighs shaking, ready to give up. His right hand reaches for your left one, intertwining your fingers together in a tight grip. You swallow around his cock, pussy clenching around nothing. It makes you press your thighs close, praying for some relief.
A strangled moan escapes him, his pace getting sloppy as your throat continues to spasm around his sensitive cock. The unbuttoned shirt of his that hangs loosely from your shoulders leaves nothing to the imagination. Arousal has dripped down your thighs and made a whole mess, your breasts jiggling with each of his thrusts. Yet, all Kei can think about is how fucking gorgeous you look. A mess that can only whine and cry around his girth, his pretty mess.
“I’m so close, princess, ‘m so close. You’re gonna be a good girl and swallow it all for me, right?” Those words roll off his tongue smoothly, head tilting to the side in a cute manner. You nod and mewl in affirmation, swirling your tongue against his length as he slows down for a bit. “Fuck, your pretty little mouth is s’good to me, baby! I’m gonna come— fuck!”
Kei growls like a wounded animal, getting rougher at the end to chase his orgasm, which finally hits him after a while. He stills entirely, his whole body tense, balls resting against your chin as he unloads inside you. The warm, thick liquid sits heavy on your tongue, some of it dripping down to splatter over your chest. “You did so well for me, angel,” he mutters under his breath like a mantra, his grip on you tightening.
After the dizzying sensations fade away a little, he gently pulls out from the comforting warmth of your mouth, even more of his release leaking out. Kei groans at the sight of the light sheen of spit and cum around his cock. “God,” he breathes out, also admiring your face covered with your tears, drool and his seed.
He gives you the signal to swallow by tapping on your cheek, and you’re more than happy to oblige. As the thick, milky white liquid goes down your throat, he crouches down to pick up your small frame in his arms. He takes a fresh towel from the closet and places it on the bed, before gently settling you down on the soft mattress.
“Kei~” you croon in a broken voice, reaching for him. “It hurts,” you rest your head against his toned stomach, whining. He ruffles your hair with a fond smile, gently pushing you down until you’re splayed out in front him.
“I know, princess. I will make everything better, okay?” Kei smiles mischievously, reaches for your legs and pushes them apart, positioning himself to rest between your thighs.
˗ˏˋ꒰ 💌 author’s notes ꒱
thank you so much for reading <33!! i hope you enjoyed it! to be really honest this is kinda out of my comfort zone 😳, but i still wrote this bc look aT HIM?!?! INSANITY!!! brainrot is very very brainrotting— *ahem*, anyway, apologies for any mistakes left in there!
consider leaving a reblog or a comment to let me know what you think of this!! feedback through asks will be appreciated too! support your local writers, it keeps us motivated to create and share 🌸!
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