#y’all this is low hanging fruit. it’s all there

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given that this is tumblr I’m surprised I haven’t seen any posts yet about the relevance of color theory in goncharov (1973)??

[livelaughloveneteyamm]

“oh sweetheart” — jake sully ୭̥⋆*

jake sully x reader

warning: STEPDAD JAKE.clit play, masturbation, being caught😰😰, p in v,breeding kink, praise. too much use of the word daddy. oral. fingering. i think that’s it!!

pt 1

pt 2

you couldn’t lie you were still mad that jake was touching your mom the way he was but you pushed it aside but you wanted to tease him so you got up early, and took the braids out of your hair letting your beautiful long silky hair out putting a little purple flower in your hair. you were gonna wear something revealing but then you thought why not just be naked? you had yourself perched up on his working desk completely naked eating a fruit that he had hunted for in the forest.

you were being messy and it was on purpose to, if he didn’t wake up soon you were gonna have to touch yourself, but surely enough the king himself jake sully walks into the tent to your naked body sitting on his desk with the juices of the fruit all down your chest, you just smirked to yourself and kept eating the fruit, you can tell he was hard because his print was starting to show. “fuuuck” he says while walking over to grabbing your waist but you swat his hands off and point to the chair in front of you “you only get to watch for now daddy” you say putting the fruit down and licking your fingers. he whines at the sight of your boobs, he thought he was mad now? just wait. you pull your legs to your chest and slowly spread them revealing your soaking wet cunt and he growls. he fucking growls. you were already ready to pounce on him but you kept your cool, sliding your hand to your and teasing your nipples making yourself whine “jake..” you whine and you lean your head to rest it on the wall. jake was going fucking insane. his stepdaughter sprawled out on his work desk touching herself for him, he was so deathly hard. he was palming himself through his loincloth “sweetheart you’re so pretty. your hair, your face. your pussy”. you move your small hand down to your clit and start rubbing in small circles letting out small moans “tell me what to do daddy” you say out of breath “w-what?” his breath hitches “tell me what to do to myself” your eyebrows furrow and your mouth hangs low.

jake is about to fall off the deep end telling you what to do “going faster baby” he directs you and you do as told going faster on the little nub you let out a tiny squeal ”daddy can i finger myself?” you beg needing more in you “oh sweetheart” jake moans you look up and see jake jerking himself off to you touching yourself, you’re panting heavy and he’s whining, it’s too much you have to cum but you wanna cum on him. “daddy stop” he immediately stops all movements and looks at your face, he watches you get up and straddle his lap, you grab his cock from below you and start to sink down on it making him grab your hips and dig his nails into your skin “sweetheart you’re so tight.” he starts to thrust upward hitting just the right spot “daddy stop i’m gonna cum too early!” you sob tears forming in your eyes, he grabs your jaw smushing your cheeks together while your hands grip onto his shoulders for dear life. you let the tears fall down your cheeks as you let out sobs and moans “let it all out baby, let it all out on daddy’s cock” he pants also nearing his high and you just needed that little push over the edge and with that you clench down on him tight making it hard for him to move.

you felt your whole body spasm as you’re looking into your stepdads eyes then he shoots his hot cum inside you making you shiver “put a baby in me ma’jake” you let those roll off your tongue and jake had a field day in his head “what?” he says as you’re both panting from yalls highs “put a baby. in me.” you beg which he hums at “gladly” he says with a smile capturing your lips in his and bringing your to the hammock in the living room putting you down. there’s a string of spit that connects y’all’s lips. he looks down at your cunt with both y’all’s cum just spilling out of you. “shit” he has fingering it back into you making you flinch.

“calm my baby. be calm.” he whispers blowing cold air onto your clit all you could do was whine before he dives his head into you tasting everything, your juices , your cum, his cum. you felt so hot and bothered you just wanted his dick. his lips were attached your clit, and his tongue making its way to your entrance and slipping in. you scream at the feeling gripping onto his locs “daddy!” you sob. “i know baby i know.” he says tongue still stuffed in your cunt his head moving back and forth on you fast.

when suddenly you hear the tents makeshift door open and your mom stands there in utter shock. you look at jake “holy shit” you whisper “oh sweetheart” he says taking a deep breath in and wipes his lips with his arm.but your mom still stands there looking at how hard he is. she just walks out not saying a word.

we’re fucked you both think.

this one was short because thinking about what to do next. hope you guys like it🙏🏽🙏🏽

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[aconflagrationofmyown]

but then…Gigi

An Elvis fanfic -chapter 3

Notes: finally a little update! There’s more coming up behind it I just needed to break it up a bit. Thank y’all for all the asks and the continued enthusiasm! Hope y’all enjoy! 💗

18+ content, sexual content, age gap and poor self esteem, parental neglect

Chapter Three

It’s stuffy inside the Stutz, humid air trapped inside it and in the garage; even Elvis Presley’s garage smells like mildew on this oppressive, stormy summer day. Her perspiration gluing her bare legs to his leather seats, Gigi tries in vain to pace her gasping breaths in the thick air.

Raising a jittery hand from its place balled in a fist on her thigh, she touches her lips in an effort either to relive or soothe the memory -she doesn’t know.

Elvis had kissed her.

Acting on her dare, he had kissed her. And it was no solitary peck or showy tongue plunge, it was a kiss so wanting and yearning and adoring as to make her feel it in her toes. Even now they were still tingling and her blood was roaring in her ears and if she wasn’t so overwhelmed with sensation and emotion, she might have found it in herself to touch herself to some completion just to make this pounding want for him moderate itself before the man himself appeared. Each passing second tore her between fretting over the unpleasant scenes that must be occurring inside the house and unadulterated glee over the thought of him finally helping himself to a portion of her.

She liked him a little selfish. It made her feel wanted, and it was a woozy, drippy, woolen headed feeling to be wanted by a real, red blooded man. Gigi hadn’t much experience with that, with the barrel chested, raspy voiced, brandy tempered men in their 40’s. Like a shot of whiskey after so many fruit drinks, his seasoned appraisals were flattering and dizzying all at once.

Her pulse roars and her thighs smack against each other with each shift against leather and helplessly Gigi closes her eyes and relives the feeling of his hands buried in her hair, cradling her face, thumbs anchored at her jaw, bending her to his kisses as his weight crushes her to the floor.

He’d been so large, so sturdy, so sure, ungiving yet plush all in the right mix. And she had felt him hanging low and prodding. The memory zaps her right where she had felt him thick and firm in his soft track bottoms and with a gasp tumbling from bitten lips she sneaks a hand beneath the hem of his jacket and into her sodden panties. As the time wears on she has some strange presentment that he’ll have lost the mood they were in and it’s out of a sort of despair that she chafes her slippery little hood in a quick bid for relief. She thinks about those thighs of his, sturdy and toned and furred as she’d seen them when in his swim shorts, she thinks about rubbing herself raw on them.

Her feet make a squeaking noise where they’re propped up against the glove box, her legs trembling from the sparks, widening as the feeling mounts. A quick squeak of friction and she catches herself and sucks on her lip, repositions those long legs to a sturdier stance and speeds up her hand in her knickers as the sweat pours down her neck, wets the back of her hair where it drapes down her back and his seats. Suffocated she yanks the zipper away from her neck, undoing the jacket down the glistening hollow of her navel. She flaps the edges to get a breeze.

Almost there, almost there.

What Elvis had not anticipated to find waiting for him in his Stutz after a predictably miserable finale with Ginger and Co. was the leggy beauty of his deepest, darkest, most far fetched daydreams fingering herself with unabashed gusto in the passenger seat.

Childlike in her concentration, with eyes closed and legs splayed so wide the entire windshield was like a projector for the damn show happening beneath a tiny nylon scrap, Gigi all bowed up under his unzipped jacket like a bowstring, teetering towards a damn good crescendo by the looks of her vibrating legs.

It was obscene.

Made more so by those fat titties of hers barely covered by his unzipped jacket, glistening with every heaving breath. All in stark constant to that angelic face. It was infuriating.

Something akin to jealousy animated Elvis enough to send him stumbling down the remaining step to land his bejeweled hands heavily enough on the car’s door frame to cause a clatter and frighten the daylights outta his lil nymphomaniac.

He’s not sure who’s blushing worse when those blue eyes fly open and she gasps,

“Elvis.”

in acknowledgement of his presence while doing nothing to remove the offending hand from between her legs. He had been able to hear the sopping wet mess between them and it takes him aback a little, this tangible proof of her carnal interest. He’d been doing a damned good job with Ginger, settling in for the quiet life of reading and tennis, no heady first encounters and only his stupid bouts of yearning causing him to commission stupidly erotic tokens of bygone potency like that welded belt with his name on it. A burdensome gift for an unwilling recipient.

Guess he’s gonna have to run by the jeweler and cancel that trinket, Ginger hasn’t any use for it now. But this, this is better than any of that. This is old fashioned and nasty, this way of Gigi’s cunt makin’ a sound like stirring Macaroni and Cheese between her legs. It’s both flattering and terrifying and his blood rushes to meet the challenge just as it had when he first found a woman lying in wait for him in his car after the hayride in ‘56. She’d had a husband, that lady, and a wet snatch that had dripped down to her very calves watching him put on a show. Elvis had put his whole fist up there and got fondled real nice for it before ending up with a busted face.

It’s been awhile since anyone laid in wait for him.

Finding such raw need for him oughta make him smile. Instead he finds it makes him pause, hand on the door handle. He didn’t think she was this sort.

“Lord forgive ya, you enjoyin’ yourself lil girl?” he mumbles with an edge to his tone as Gigi just sits there and shakes, teetering on the edge and not even ashamed, although her hand has stilled. He hates it, for one fierce second he’s irreparably cross with this virginal little harpy for having deceived him, for being so randy when he’d been so sure she needed protection and guidance.

He’s sick of being wrong about women, sick to death of it.

“Yessir, I am -was.” she whispers back to him, eyes wide and guileless, “I’m so glad you’re here.” she says with such obvious relief in her breathy voice and faith in his good intentions to satisfy her that he’s reminded suddenly what a baby she is, like a punch to the gut and kick to the conscience. He’s still leaning on the doorframe when she takes her hand outta those panties and he wants to be relieved until she stretches it towards him with all the pleading grace of a damsel in great distress, “I need you real bad.” she explains plaintively and all that well entrenched nonsense about how ladies oughta behave themselves when in public spaces like garages or pools, suddenly gets a little murky in Elvis’ head. Sorta floaty and fuzzy when met with the sticky, perfect, nectarine sweet smell of her want for him glistening on the tips of her fingers.

“The hell are ya, the serpent himself?” he grumbles even as he wrenches open the car door and heaves himself in alongside her, his belly wedged behind the wheel in a regretfully inelegant bulge. “Get that fuckin’ temptation outta my face, we’ve buisness to discuss. We ain’t primates, we’re adults and we’ll dee-s-cuss the various matters at hand like adults.”

Elvis slaps her hand away from his nose as he says this and Gigi clutches it to her chest as if his sharp words had scorched the soft flesh of it. He tries to ignore the way the whole car smells of thunderstorm trapped pussy musk. The way her eyes are brimming with tears over his refusal to suck the sticky strings of her horniness off her digits. And the way he feels so pressed to keep things sedate between them initially, simply because he knows “adults” is a kind word for them both.

He’s a dirty old man with what he wants and will eventually get around to doing with this fawnish young thing if she lets him. And holy lord!

- ‘Adults’-

it ain’t a lie in respect to her, they’re both adults, but it’s rather reaffirming of how shoddy that excuse is when he has to say it a million times to comfort himself and this over excitable girl who has her legs wide open and her thighs shiny from fingering herself to the memory of a make out session.

God, what he could do with such sensitivity…

“Alright, listen here, lil one-” He makes an effort to clear his throat and in a bid to make her eyes stop watering with unshed tears from his tone, Elvis tries to lighten the mood by aiming a little slap at the offending place between her still splayed legs.

It has a slightly more stimulating effect than he anticipated.

Gigi’s eyes fly wide in cerulean disks of joy at the ringing pain of his rings smacking against her petals, right before her body goes rigid and his hand gets trapped between two spasming thighs as an unmistakable little peak rips it’s way through her, taking its sweet time to zap her and compress her lungs. The sight is heavenly and it gives him a little prelude of what it would be like to make her lose her mind.

His irritation fades away at the sight of her trusting pleasure and the melted look of loneliness that flashes across her face as she endures it with ample room between them on the seats, no embrace to catch the slumping after effects. He’s a cruel man and his hand defends himself by rubbing at her soothingly, asking for forgiveness with fumbling swipes of the pads of his fingers along her inner thigh. His hand is drenched when he yanks it out and grabs at a knee, hauling her over across the bench seat, scraping her thighs over sticky leather, nearer to him.

She looks like she needs a hug after what he just did to her.

What had he done? Fucked if he knows, he had pussy slapped her…err, ok he made out with her on his floor…no, he led her on before that but it was all in good fun…he’d held her in the pool…no law against that…he’d made her a burger as any hopeless romanti-

-as any good host would do.

He takes out his confusion on the hapless gear shift, tucking this suggestively foldable girl into his side and reaching round her shoulders to yank at the jewel studded stick, desperate to get outta this garage before someone witnesses him losing his mind in there.

He gets the gear shift tacky from her traces on his hand. He should've guessed that, strings of slick connecting them still even as she calms down from the feel of him against her in the seat, just as he suspected, hoped, needed. No words as the car revs out and into the drive, just her little moans still bubbling up as the car moves and her legs jostle her.

“Baby, tuck yourself down beside me,” he pleads, “don’t want no one to see your precious self.”

Gigi wastes no time in getting offended over his secrecy. Instead she somehow folds further, head nearly between her legs and face smushed into the crease where his belly meets his thigh. It’s not what he meant, it’s not what he wanted. The bottom of the steering wheel is liable to knock her little nose with each spin. And his fat gut is folded against her forehead.

It’s not what he’d wanted.

But today seems to be going that sorta way. The screwed up, make a fool outta his hopes sorta day.

He still manages to be polite to his boy in the gate shack and it’s gratifying that there are a few folks outside the gate, loitering mostly but they animate when he drives out, happy and waving and caring whether he lives or dies or never drives outta there again. Gratifying, it’s real gratifying. He protectively lays his hand on Gigi’s head to keep her low, to keep her steady in her curled up position as the voices of his fans rise outside the automobile and the car spins out into the boulevard with enough force to send a frailer girl straight to the floor boards.

Instead Gigi just clutches at his leg and throws a tanned leg out to catch herself against the console, takes the turn like a champ and stays down as he asked. Her hand warms him like some forbidden shit coursing lava-like through his veins, pounding in that artery under her palm, there beneath his squishy inner thigh, so close to where he can feel himself getting heavy -if not hard- right there in the baggy tracksuit. He thinks he must be dreaming, that it’s just an action of readjustment, but no.

No.

God it can’t be, no but, he could swear she was nuzzling that crease of his. The one that used to be lean and cut during his army days, chiseled and contoured in the movies and always at least a little defined even as a boy but now -now it’s a soft roll of flesh dropping onto bulky thighs and she’s -

Fuck. She’s definitely nuzzling it.

Gigi’s head is foggy and fuzzy with the old terror of having messed up somehow and somewhere and not knowing what it was. It makes her pulse race and her eyes burn in that old crybaby way until she thinks she can’t take it anymore and just might pass out like an overwrought little maiden -until she feels him tuck her into the security of his warm side, until she hears his pleading command to hunker down, until his hand cradles her head as he presses her lower into the bulk of his soft belly: and then she is warm and safe.

Fuzzy and foggy then in a way only her silliest daydreams have ever promised her. The ones where she’s loved and permitted to be a little too soft for it all. One where her forehead is pressed against warm flesh beneath a tracksuit, her lips puckered out to feel the material glide against them, straining for the feel of his wiry curls beneath. She feels compelled to cradle herself in every nook and cleft of him, her arms winding around him as he takes a turn and her hand anchoring to his thigh, her cheek atop it. Her nose buried in that scrumptious fold of his that is as burnin’ hot and sticky to her senses as a Tupelo hothouse in august.

It makes her moan, a hot and puffy gust of appreciation, her thighs still smashed together. She could cry this time from gratitude at how close he is to her, how commanding the weight of his hand is on her head. She’d happily let him push her face into his crotch in payment for having messed up all his arrangements today. She’s never given a blowjob before, not properly at least, and maybe he’d be a little angry about it but she thinks she could take it. She wouldn’t like him angry but as long as she was near him and he was down her throat and gripping her jaw and pulling her hair -well, he’d have to touch her to do all that and she wanted that. She needed that. That would be ok. It would be kinda hot. She just needed him to stay close. Forever.

She’d never felt so safe as she did now, tucked under his arm with his hand spanning her whole skull and likely driving straight to a speedy deflowering. Nothing about that gave her pause. She was sure she could love him to some sort of compromise -one involving her being his pet and he her daddy for ever and a day. It was simple really. So simple it felt like it had already begun and that silly adult conversation he needed to have with her had been worked out and now they were off into the sunset.

Gigi feels a wash of contentment at this. Simple really, she thinks again to herself and acts on it as she feels him suck in his stomach in response to her nosing at his fold. It had made the hem of his jacket gape and she takes full advantage of that by discreetly sticking her whole face up in that musky little tent and peppering his soft belly with heartfelt smooches. His belly is still wet, maybe from his shower after the pool.

Kiss, kiss, just a little peppering of pecks.

She licks her lips. It’s salty. She pecks at him again. This time open mouthed. Definitely salty.

Kiss kiss kiss. Just little kisses. Little thank you’s.

Each one saying “we’re gonna be so happy.” It was simple really. They could make each other happy. Isn’t that how kids form their friendships? You make me laugh, you share your toys, you like my food. Let’s love each other.

Kiss kiss kiss.

The brakes squeal and the wheel bonks her head and maybe she wasn’t being as subtle as she intended with her affections but those were all minor distractions. They were gonna be happy together.

“Sweet merciful baby Jesus on the cross—“ she hears Elvis saying above her instead, muffled by his jacket and a few pounds of prime memphian beefcake.

“What is it?” she asks, yanking her head out from under his jacket to get some perspective on why they’ve stopped, all she can see is at endearing little extra bit of fleshy padding under his chin and the curve of his lips and maybe beyond that there appears to be an awning outside the window, like at a gas station. They must be low on fuel.

“What is it?” he mimics with a lifted eyebrow and a silly expression that just enhances his adorable double chin, a goofy little move she recognizes from his movies but likes it better from this vantage point. “The “it” is you, lil girl, as usual,” he laughs in disbelief, “and the “what” is that you’re gonna give this ole man a heart attack goin on like that while he’s navigatin’ a public roadway. Ain’t safe, ain’t sensible.”

“Oh, sorry ‘bout that.” she says and it’s so honest and accepting he melts right away at it. That and the fact she’s still laying down all shiny and golden across his lap with her hair pooling in the V of his legs and her smile lookin’ so fond at what she must consider a portly, middle-aged fussbudget.

Since when did he start soundin’ like fuckin’ Gingerbread? Whinin’ bout safety when he coulda been spurtin’ down an untried throat.

“You’re just so cuddly, Elvis, wanted to snuggle right in. Way you were drivin’ I figured I needed an airbag if things went wrong.” She explains teasingly and there goes that smile again and he’s so confused and so in love… “We low on fuel, Elvis?” she asks without missing a beat.

“Wha-?” he glances around and realizes he has peeled the car up next to a Seven Eleven’s dingy pumps. “No, I’s just tryin’ to get away from a lil snail that burrowed under my damn jacket.”

Gigi giggles at that and so he does too. Goes so far as to take his hand off the idle wheel and cup the sharp underside of her chin. He feels it again, that thrumming, electric, shocking and sedating connection all at once, everything that oughta be felt when you touch another’s soul, everything full of good intentions.

“I just wanted to kiss on ya some more.” she explains herself so very softly to him as her eyes flutter shut from his touches and her legs draw up and together unconsciously on the bench seat. “I do know givin’ road head’s illegal.” she says next with a laugh and it jars him, “And you’re a cop!” she feigns a little horror. “But since you’ve got us parked…” she trails off before opening those glittery eyes again and lifting her head just a little as she turns back on her side, intimating some intention to make good on her jokes.

Elvis would rather go to hell than face fuck so sweet an Angel, much as his leg twitches from want for it. Her face is so close, so, so close. He’d rather go to hell.

She ducks her head and her hair covers the revolting scene as he feels rather than sees Gigi nuzzle beneath his belly and press a wide open kiss to his (pretty neglected of late) ball sack, aiming at random, he thinks, from the way she just open-mouth-smooches him. His toes curl from it.

That’s all the reaction she’s gonna get from his useless body, those pills he took for the migraine this morning are gonna keep him as limp as those goddamn seaweed noodles Ginger tried to feed him in Hawaii. Just a couple of years ago he coulda easily choked this little thing to death with his firm meat but now she’s gonna find out he can’t even twitch when he’s this sedated. Ballsack smmotching and pussy slaps, regardless.

He’d rather go to hell.

“Don’t be crass, lil girl, that sorta act ain’t becomin’ on you.” he says it as gently as he can, in a fatherly way if he thinks about it, weaving his hand into her hair and savoring that visual ecstasy for just a moment before he pulls her head the opposite direction his body really wants, pulls her up and away from him. She’s surprised and saddened enough by the rejection that she jerks her head up faster than he’s guiding it and it bonks into the steering wheel again.

The blast of the car horn makes them both yelp.

She scrambles to sit up, doubly wounded.

There’s those tears forming again.

She’s frustrating in that way but he can’t manage to let it out on her, and that’s puzzling as only Yissa has ever elicited this amount of indulgence from him and he feels exhausted at that implication. He involuntarily shuts his eyes and he sighs and reaches over to pat her leg assuringly.

“You’re tired.” she deduces and there’s not a hint of judgment or disappointment in that voice.

“Yeah, and I gotta think.” he says, “All my thinkin’ spots are currently takin’ up by assholes.” he realizes, “And we’re gonna get caught out in the open here.”

She hums understandingly and he keeps petting that silky smooth leg, relishing how muscular those calves are, fingers itching to play with that anklet. He rubs his palm higher to get away from the dangly temptation, higher and in between her legs. He might as well give in a little. He rubs over the wet crotch of her panties and she sighs happily, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. Same position he’s in, mirroring him, as he keeps his eyes closed and rubs. He spreads his index and middle finger, catches those outer lips and traps them together, rubs her that way with her wet petals gliding together and her moans go up a notch. They just breathe and he rubs, the sound of the car idling a heavy bass to her breathy percussion.

“I’m sorry everybody is taking up your space.” Gigi makes conversation while he’s at it, and somehow it just feels right to chat while he pets her.

In the dark of his closed eyelids Elvis has regained a little peace and he lets his fingers drift to her pantyline, flirting with the idea of going under the fabric. “S’alright. ‘M’used to it.” he slurs, “Where d’ya go when you gotta get away?”

Gigi hasn’t got any fans or a legion of family members but somehow he knows, just knows she’s like him and has to get away. Someone’s always got something to get away from, or least the sensitive ones do.

“I've usually got the track.” she answers

“Hmm.”

“But they don’t bother me. They might bother you.”

“Yeah, s’no to the track. Though I’d like to watch ya run sometime.”

“Really?!”

“Don’t be silly, ‘course I would.”

“I haven’t had anyone come watch me run before.”

“I doubt that, honey.”

“No! Really!”

“Bleachers cleared out whenever you’re up?”

“No! No I mean anyone I know, besides the footballers.”

“Yeah, I bet they show. That’s shitty though, baby. I’m sorry for ya.”

“It’s alright.” she is the one who says it this time, “It’ll be like nothing at all if you really come! Please, please!”

“I done said I would. I will!”

“Aww thank you!”

“Honey, I wanna.” he insists, it’s very important she understand that if her folks haven’t ever once made her feel special like that. Even if he’ll be more like the footballers, come to watch her jugs and tight lil ass bounce down the track. Unlike them though, he’ll make sure to make her know he’s proud of her. He'll reward her real good for it afterwards, too.

His fingers slip under the panty seam. Calloused fingertips swiping along bare and slimy skin, she’s pooling and her slick’s working against gravity she’s so hungry for him. But that ain’t the troubling bit.

“Lord baby, where’s your hair?” he asks her in concern, finding a perfectly bald mound the more he rummages in her drawers. “You not grown any yet?”

Gigi laughs so hard he can feel her belly sucking in with each giggle beneath his forearm. “I shave it, silly. Isn’t it nice?”

“Baby you oughta have hair.” he insists, his hand quite stalled from this development. “Just damn weird for a woman to be posin’ like a lil girl.” Maybe that’s his conscience over the age gap talkin’ but he’s really a bit flustered by it.

“I’ll grow it out for you.” she whimpers, stung again by his rejections and -he really can’t seem to stop hurting her feelings, can he?

“Ok.” he says softly, going back to rubbing her and seeing that it has the intended comforting effect on her, “I’d preee-fer that, Gigi.”

“Ok.”

“Good girl.” Her eyes open at that and if his were too he’d see how happy he just made her, telling her something he’d like, something she can give him, guiding her. It’s new and soothing and thrilling to her all at once and she whines as she starts to thrust her hips up to meet his hand, quickly getting worked up.

“Can we go to your place?” he asks her softly and realizes it's been absolute ages since he had to ask someone that. Usually he’s always got a place to take them, usually they’re inviting him to theirs right away after the initial chit chat about names and weather. That feeling of being young and normal takes over again and it’s saddening how foreign it is.

“Yeah, yeah of course, Tammy’s out too, so we’ll be alone.” Gigi explains through heaving breaths as she doesn’t stop riding his hand as best she can with her leverage disadvantage.

He wants to see her place, he wants to see those records of his that Tammy says she’s got littering her room. He wants to see what Gigi does with a space when it’s hers. He wants to devour her stupid little bald beaver on her college dorm bed.

“Alrigh’ let’s go to yours.”

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[plantboiart]

Hello. List of what animals I believe each just roll with it pc I know would be. I am objectively correct but if you disagree please tell me anyways I crave other people’s opinions to steal.

Riptide

Jay: a bird, obviously. Saying she’s a jaybird is easy and low hanging fruit and extremely valid. Personally I think she’s maybe a corvid since very smart but also absolute fucking menace. Honestly? Could be a seagull. Loud and lives near water and also smart but also? Absolutely insane. Yeah sure I could say she’s something cool like an eagle or whatever but I think in our hearts we all know she’s a seagull.

Gillion: of course he is a sea creature! But what kind? Fish. More specifically? Swordfish. Of course. What else could he be (he could be a shark but shhhh im saving that one for later)

Chip: the bastard man himself! Which animals are the biggest bastards? Raccoons. Yes I am basic. He’s either a raccoon or a little dog. I am specifically thinking my mom’s 11 year old small dog who yells at men and tries to pick a fight with every single dog that is larger than her. That’s some Chip energy right there.

Goobleck: bro who knows like what the hell is that thing i do not. Hes whatever he ate most recently. Bros fursona is just straight up slime. He is an enigma.

Prime defenders (+Ashe I don’t care that technically he was just a guest he deserves to be here)

William: ravens, black cats, bats, butterflies, snakes, crows. All associated with death which makes sense for our little ghost guy! But of course we can’t forget wolves! He has two wolves inside of him after all. But also? He is not cool enough to be a wolf. That man is a black cat with a dream and sharp sharp claws.

Vyncent: I think it would be funny to call him a rat. Since he eats them. And also he just kinda is a rat. But no, I believe he is a deer. Don’t really know why, just….. vibes.

Dakota: my beloved son. He’s a yappy little dog. Bouncing all over the place and screaming at evil-doers. I believe in him.

Ashe: strong cat energy. Is william already a cat? Yes. But so is ashe. He’s like a fully gray cat with short hair :)

Apotheosis

Rumi/Elena: fox! Because Sunny :) also because I can’t really think of an animal that would be a good representation for an identity crisis

Peter: “lizard” no. Peter Sqloint is a mouse. Just a lil guy. I’m right fuck you he. Is. A. Mouse.

Thanatos: spider! Kinda scary and lots of people dont like but in reality just an awesome dude. Shoutout to my friend’s pet spider Mörkö I love them

Blood in the bayou

Rolan: shark!!!! Im right and i need to say it. That man is a fucking shark. I love sharks. Sharks are generally misunderstood as violent and evil but they are just lil guys. Fits Rolan being an evil alien monster but just also a lawyer. (Also i just really like sharks)

Rand: y’all ever cry about pigeons? How we domesticated them and then abandoned them when we didnt need them anymore? How they dont even know how to make proper nests because they didnt need to for so long? Yeah. Im normal about this campaign.

Kian: he’s so hard to figure out because like…….. honestly? In canon? Weve got no fucking clue what his personality is actually like. We dont get a single moment with all the masks off and just the person underneath. The closest we get is him admitting that hes not really a rockstar and even that is so short and just. Auehgeh. This is why im obsessed with him btw i love a mystery i know will never be solved. Also so much room for headcanons. Is he a cat? A butterfly? A dog? A snake? A songbird? A dove? Something else? I dont know!! Lets go with a moth

The suckening

They are all cats. I mean c’mon. Emizel is a feral street cat that hisses at everyone who gets too close. Shilo is an indoor cat with an anxiety disorder. Arthur is their mother. Im correct.

[estrellami-1]

Soft Touch Baby

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10 | Pt 11 | Pt 12 | Pt 13 | Pt 14 | Pt 15 | Pt 16 | Eddie’s POV | Song | ao3

(This one was a bit harder to get out… I had a buffer until now (and now I have a little bit of a buffer again but it was hard to get there), So most of this I wrote yesterday/last night. Paired with the fact that I’m Seriously Considering I might have SAD… I’m doing great 🙃 anyways I hope y’all enjoy!!!)

Steve looks down as he feels color rush into his cheeks. "She found so many books it's almost embarrassing. It basically boils down to one of our fundamental human needs is touch. Any touch. Holding hands, a hug, doesn't matter. Supposedly helps with a buncha stuff, anxiety, stress, shit like that. Can even help with sleep." He raises an eyebrow at Eddie, who toasts him with his water before taking a sip. "So she started touching me more. And it really does help." He bites at his lip for a second. "It, uh, didn't help for sleeping until last night."

Eddie nods slowly. "I understand, I think, but I see you touch the kids all the time."

Steve shrugs helplessly. "Ask Robin. Something about a difference between touching and being touched."

Eddie bites his lip. "You know I'm ignoring the being touched. That's too low a hanging fruit."

Steve snorts. "I'd expect nothing less from you."

Eddie nods like it's settled. "Well, good then. And, uh. You want touch... you can come find me.”

Steve smiles. Doesn't remark on the color on Eddie's cheeks. "Thank you."

Eddie nods, dipping his head once, focused on his pancake. His leg starts shaking. He doesn’t look up. “What we said earlier,” he begins finally. “About… needing it. That goes both ways?”

It’s somehow both a question and a statement. Steve nods, takes his empty plate over to the sink, turns on the tap. “Yeah. Course.”

“Cool,” Eddie murmurs, almost lost underneath the spray of water against the plate. Steve hides his smile as he squirts soap onto the sponge.

Eddie leaves not too long after, stating something about the band and songs and tuning. He hesitates in the doorway. Steve very carefully doesn’t say anything.

He leaves. Steve very carefully doesn’t feel anything.

He tells himself it’s stupid, that they’re not even together, that he couldn’t realistically hope Eddie would stay longer, with no real reason to-

He calls Robin. “Hey, dingus.”

“Come over?”

He knows the face she’s making, trying to figure out the tone he tried not to have. “Yup. I’m bringing ice cream and The Princess Bride.”

Steve chuckles softly. “I expect nothing less. See you in twenty?”

“Yep.” The line goes dead.

Steve chuckles again as he replaces the phone back in its cradle, looking around. Eddie had helped him clean up last night, so the only thing left was the pan Eddie had used for pancakes. Steve very carefully doesn’t feel anything.

“Stefano,” Robin greets twenty minutes later, waltzing in like she owns the place. Doesn’t even bother knocking. He just smiles at her.

“Hey, Robbie. Still not my name.”

She moves closer, grasping his chin between her fingers and moving his head to one side, then the other, like a grandmother would do. She hums. “You don’t look awful.”

He snorts and rolls his eyes at her bluntness. “Gee, thanks.”

She flaps a hand in his face. “You know what I mean, shut up.” Ice cream is suddenly pushed into his stomach. “Here. Rocky Road, it’s freezing my hand off, you hold it. Ready for the movie or not yet?”

He considers, knows he’ll have to tell her one way or another, decides. “Not yet. Couch?”

“Grab some spoons!” She calls over her shoulder, already halfway there.

They sit facing each other, the ice cream slowly dripping condensation onto the couch cushion between them. “So?” Robin starts. Steve looks away.

“He stayed the night.”

“Knew it.”

“Christ, Robs, nothing happened,” he says, laughing. “We drank, we smoke, we talked.” He swallows. “He… he didn’t know, but he said, um…”

“Steve…”

“Yeah. I, uh. Shut down.” He shrugs, looks away. Remembers. Smiles. “He got me to open up pretty quick again. I told him. He said the word’s no longer in his vocabulary.” Robin giggles. “Told him about all the head shit. Just… talked. Went to bed.” He bites a lip. “I had a nightmare.”

“Christ, Steve-”

“Yeah. Think he woke me up. Maybe I woke myself up, I dunno. He was there. I was still halfway in the dream, still freaked out, couldn’t see him. Didn’t know it was him. Didn’t do anything, thankfully. He didn’t either, just stood there, slowly came to sit on the bed, kept…” he ignores the crack. “Kept sayin’ how I was safe, it was just him.” He takes another bite of ice cream. “I, uh.” An incredulous almost-laugh. “I didn’t shut down. Kinda the opposite.”

Pt 10

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[sanemisfleshlight]

Panty Raider

Kinktober day seven

Sanji Vinsmoke x reader

Summary: You finally got a peek of Sanji’s secret drawer. Which is a shrine filled with your panties. So you decide to confront him

Warnings: Stalker, Invasion of privacy, pervert!Sanji, oral (f!receiving), fingering, anal play, doggy style, food contamination ;), kitchen sex, praise

You were on lookout while waiting for the crew to get back. I’m case the Marines we’re to pass by. You guys were low on supplies, so y’all decided it’s about time to dock near a village. Before leaving Sanji asked you to keep an eye on the stove. As he has has it on a low simmer. So you’ve taken this opportunity to try bits of pieces of fruit he has chopped up on the counter. When you walked over the kitchen table. You we’re drooling at the sight of ingredients for dessert. He had Sugar, brown sugar, powdered sugar, cinnamon sticks, syrups, dough, flour, and waffles. You just know dessert is going to be fantastic.

You start taking samples of the sweets in front of you. The favors start to get overwhelming so you walk over to the fridge to get you a drink to cleanse your palette. When you go over to reach for a cup from the cabinet, you feel the drawer poking out against your hip. Specifically Sanji’s special drawer, he never lets anyone see was left a crake open. He’ll he even installed a lock on it a few months ago. He must’ve forgotten to lock it.

You couldn’t contain your curiosity, you were eager to see his dirty secret. When you opened the drawer, you gawked in disbelief. Which quickly shifted to your face turning red in anger. The damn pervert had a collection of stolen, female… panties. You swear you were going to rip his head off when he gets back. How dare this pervert collect the female crew members panties, how vile.

But upon further inspection you realize that it was only your panties in here. You’ve notice panties missing here and there. You just kept buying more, not realizing how many have gone missing. Nearly all of them haven’t been washed. He must of grabbed these from your laundry or whenever you’d bathe. Of course he did, he’s probably been sniffing them too. You look at the bottom of the drawer. To find a small amount of Polaroids of peep shoots of you. One of your undressing to jump in the ocean, one of you entering the bath, & one of you changing clothes. Sanji had a mini shrine dedicated of you. You want to be mad, but for Sanji to focus solely on you. When it seems he’ll take any girl he can get. Made you blush a bit, that your the one he chooses to worship.

As your searching the contents of the drawer. Sanji enters the kitchen with a cigarette lit hanging from his lip, with bags of groceries. “Y/n-saaaaann, look what I got you!” He says while he sets his bags on the counter beside you. He turns towards you with a beautiful necklace in his hands with a charming smile. Until he saw what you were staring at, and he dropped in the necklace in shock. Absolutely mortified you’ve found his stash, and absolutely terrified for your reaction.

“So.. Do you want to explain why you have all my missing panties?” you asked calmly. Which had Sanji gulping out “not really”. “Because it seems like your obsessed with me… Am I wrong?” By this time Sanji’s cig has dropped to the floor. While he puts out the cig with his foot while he looks down in shame. Answers you quietly “no… your not wrong”. “So all this time you’ve only had eyes on me, or do you have a stash of Nami’s & Robin’s panties as well?”.

That offended Sanji his guilt melting off his shoulders while he exclaims “Of course not! Why would I bother with them when I can have yours”. You’d think that would be sweet if he wasn’t talking about panties, so you just simply raise an eyebrow at him. Which encourage him to continue “I don’t go out of my way to get them gifts, to show them something they’d love.” She said to you passionately. “I’m sorry for stealing your panties, it’s just…” he pauses. “It’s just there so cute, and smell amazing. And I can’t stop imagining what it be like to be with you whenever I smell them”

He grabs your hands and looks at you intensely “I’m truest sorry for invading your privacy, can you please forgive me.” You think it through “A part of me wants to destroy you, but another part might just be crazy. For finding this a little bit charming, that of all girls you flirt with.. you choose me” You say while you look away blushing and squeezing your thighs shut ashamed that this is bringing warm the to your pussy.

At this point Sanji is starstruck with your words, and is consumed with you looking so cute and embarrassed while he towers over you. You just look so sweet and innocent, and the way your plush thighs squish together below your short skirt. Make his through switch from obtaining forgives, to much more dirty things. He decided to shoot his shot, the worst thing to come is you slap the shit out of him. He releases one of your hands to lift your chin up to him. He slowly leans down, to see how you’ll feel about this. Before he can get any closer, you lean forward to meet him with your plush lips.

This is a dream come true for Sanji, while he starts to feverishly enter his tongue in your mouth. With a tight grip on your hips pushing you against his body. You wrap your arms around his neck, fighting back his tongue. He walked you backwards until your butt hits the table, covered in sweets. He lifts you up onto the table, not caring if you knock over bowls of sugar. Even though the grains start to stick on your ass and skirt. If you complain about it later, he’ll happily lick your ass clean for you.

He break the kiss, which makes you try to regain your breathe. Wondering what he’s about to do. He gets on his knees and put your legs over his shoulders. You simply just watch and admire him for being so eager to take care of you. He starts finger your folds over your panties. Checking to see if your wet, and your certainly are. Which makes his cock twitch. He slides your panties to the slide, not bothering taking them off. He starts teasing you licking and sucking your folds. Which has you squirming under his touch. He sticks his tongue in you, while you grip the table. He starts pumping it in and out of you, while your shut your eyes, biting your lip.

After awhile he doesn’t appreciate you trying to stay quiet. After all no one else has returned yet. So he switches to focus on your clit. Licking and swiping, spelling out the names to his favorite dishes. This gave him the response he wanted, releasing a loud moan out of your. While you grip on his hair, basically scraping his scalp while your try to suffocate him by squeezing your thighs together. He grips your thighs strongly, prying them open so he may continue to feast. He starts to suck on your clit, which let out the cutest squeal out of you.

He wanted more from you, he wanted to hear the beautiful song of your pleasure. He slide his finger into you, which had you gasping. He manage to find your sweet spot quickly, focusing on that spot. Looking up at you, watching you face contort in pleasure. Relishing on how only his finger and tongue has you so vulnerable and at his mercy. You start to push his head against your pussy, grinding up against his tongue. You moan louder and louder, as you cut against his tongue. Still grinding against his as you rode out your high, while gasping by the time your done. Your panties are legit soaked by this point.

He stands up gripping your hips again, rubbing his clothed boner against your wet panties. While kissing you deep, that you can taste yourself on his lips. As he’s kissing you he starts to unbutton your shirt, grateful that your not wearing a bra. He start to grope and pinch your tits as he pleases. He breaks the kiss, and moves over to kiss and suck your neck. “Please turn around, sweetheart” his whispers in your ear in a sweet but rough tone, which had you shivering. So you oblige, the moment your fully turned toward the table. He starts to work quickly, bending you over the table. Which that itself makes a mess. Which so many ingredients littered across the table, your tits might as well be considered as cupcakes now.

Normally you’d cringe at the feel of the mess on your chest. But at this moment Sanji has already freed his cock from his pants. And he’s not planning on wasting his time. He pushing a your panties on the side once again. He doesn’t plan of taking them off you at all anytime soon. This pair with be his ultimate trophy once he’s don’t with you. It’ll be never washed, never worn again. With your juices and soon his mixed on them for the first time. It be a crime to wash them.

Before he christens this moment, he bends over to get one good lick of sugar off your ass. Which honestly surprised you, but before you can register. Sanji plunges his cock in you impatiently, you immediately scream. Tears stinging your eyes, while he starts to set a pace. He grabs your ass tightly pushing you into the table so hard, that you can feel the front of your hips starting to bruise from the table. He sets a rough brutal pace while you shove your face in the table, not caring if there’s food on your face while you cry out. “Oh darling, your doing so great for me. Your such a good girl. Thank you so much for being understanding” he praises.

With your skirt flipped up he has an amazing view of your ass in your laced panties covered in flowers. He grabs the hem of them and lowers them. So he can see your tiny butthole while he pounds you. And who knows if you’ll ever let him have this chance again. He decides to test the waters and dip his pinky in there. Which had you squeal and tense up. Tears starting to spill down your cheeks, while you grit your teeth together. He shushes you “It’s alright babygirl, I’ll take care of you real good. I promise, just ease into it” he says as he starts pumping in and out of your ass with his pinky, while his cock pounds into you.

You clutch onto the table with all your might. Taking the penetration like a good girl, you start to clench on his cock. Which has Sanji groaning, he leans down to start kissing you shoulder. “I’m so proud of you Y/n-san! Your amazing, stunning, GORGEOUS” love bombing you, taking better then he thought.

The stimulation is starting to getting you. Which him hit all the right spots in your pussy and ass. You start moaning like crazy while babbling out. Trying to make coherent words on how he feels good, yes, more, and etc. You look back at him tears running down your cheeks. While you muster out between your slurs “I-Im going to-“. “Oh I know princess..” he says feeling how both your holes are clench more then ever. “Im right there with you” his thrusts start to get more sloppy. His grip on you so rough it’s like he’s a afraid you’ll fly away. The table at this point starts to scrap forward. He thrust getting intense while he finally reaches his high.

You feel his hot cum fill you up into your cervix, to the point where it’s creaming at the base of his cock. At that moment your let out a screaming, while you follow right after him. Your legs start to give out. So Sanji removes his finger from your ass, and wraps his arms around your waist to keep you up. While he pound you while your ride out your high, since he can tell your exhausted. His thrusts making his cum and your slick drip onto the floor and smear onto your panties.

He slides out of you and holds your up until your legs are strong enough to hold yourself again. Once they do he slips your panties off you. Lifting them up to his face to admire them, with his stains and yours on them. He’ll certainly cherish them forever. He walks over and sets them into his drawer and locks them so no one else will ever see them. Then he grabs a warm washcloth for you. By the time he walks back to you. You’ve positioned yourself to laying on the table. He pauses in shock, admiring your beauty. Your body is covered in sweets, sugar, syrup, & flour. Your cunt is oozing with both of your guys cum. Your face is cover in tears and flour. What a glorious mess he has made. Before he goes to clean you, he grabs his camera. You look up at him when he comes back, immediately know what he’s up too. And after the session he gave you, all you did while still grasping for air. Is look at him while you spread your pussy open for the camera. “I promise to clean you up after this, Honey” replies while the camera flashes.

[everettswritings]

So recently I’ve been regressing a lot more and I thought about doing some sort of writing thing with it because it’s been forever since I’ve expressed that side of myself! And honestly? Hollyberry Cookie radiates so much CG energy that it’s enough to make me regress effective immediately. (Side note: no k!nks allowed here, this is SFW! If you’re NSFW please leave :])

HUGS! I feel like it‘s obvious, maybe low hanging fruit, but come on! You know she loves to hug and cuddle with you!

Oh my god, prepared to be spoiled to death because that’s exactly what she plans on doing! Toys, pacifiers, cute onesies, and whatever else!

Do you ever so slightly want something? Okay, it’s yours now! Have fun :)

This includes being fed. We all already know that Hollyberry always makes sure that everybody’s eating well, so who’s to say that she wouldn’t apply the same to you? Be prepared to be stuffed on snacks and treats all the time!

When she found out you age regress it was an immediate thing, the motherly instincts kicked in and she was like “okay, you’re my baby now”. Needless to say that you didn’t really get a choice

Since she’s really big and strong you can definitely expect a lot of things like piggyback rides and uppies!

And don’t you DARE think you’re “too big” for her to hold you! She will turn around and prove you wrong faster than you can blink

If you ever impurely regress she will be right by your side! She will do everything in her power to help you and make you feel better, she won’t leave until you’re smiling.

At the end of the day, she definitely cares about you! She will do everything to make sure you’re happy and healthy.

Okay, so I guess that’s all I have for now! Or at least these are the thoughts I could compose, I feel myself kinda slipping into little space while writing this, but I definitely had fun with this and I really wanna do more of this in the future! Have a good one, y’all 🫶

[steve0discusses]

Ep 46 Pt 1: Zorc’s Massive Low Hanging Fruit

We are getting very close! I don’t actually...remember how many episodes there were in this season but listen, It can’t possibly be more than 50 right?

Right?

Anyway, we’re starting off in the battle basement in Yami’s tomb. Who, of course has a battle basement installed right outside of his final resting place, just like how he would have wanted.

And it’s here that the form of Bakura that the dub is telling me is Ryou wants to kill his own classmate. Which, I’ll just point it out since a couple people mentioned it, apparently the manga did not do this nor did the original Japanese version. The dub just made this Ryou for giggles. We already know Bakura can split into evil pieces, this was not necessary. We also know that Ryou is sleeping on those painful steppies, so this doesn’t make much logical sense.

But like we’re watching the dub right now, so sorry, everybody, this is Ryou. Ryou on a bad day, I guess. Dark Ryou. Not to be confused with Shadow Ryou, who is...that other freaking guy.

Yugi just upset that he forgot to bring his dueling disk to a dream universe in the past or whatever. Must feel naked without that thing stinking up his left arm and making that school blazer all wrinkly. Bro is telling me that Yugi should have one really big arm, kind of like trogdor.

(read more under the cut)

the one thing that does make sense with making this Ryou is a little bit of symbolic imagery. Ryou talks about how he doesn’t have friends anymore in the beginning of this arc, and we can assume it’s because he’s decided to step away from other people because of the ghost in his bean. In contrast, Yugi has all these friends he cursed to like him (woops), and for whom he just risked his whole life for, and for whom he didn’t learn the Pharaoh’s name that he needed in order to save all of mankind.

Which, for reals, Tea and Joey are such good buds, that he really did just end the world to save their ass, and that is pretty anime of him.

But Tea gets very nervous over whether or not Yugi was going to perma-die. It would be very awkward if he died, since he’s also the host of this puzzle which is she is currently stuck inside of. Though I’m not 100% on if it’s even possible for him to die here. Little bit of a chicken or the egg situation, which I may have brought up before.

But still, she’s worried about it.

Which is when Joey does a quick head count and go “WAIT WAIT"

(the show does not show us where Tristan is)

Back at Kul Elna, everything is very quickly falling apart. Rocks are falling from the sky, Pharaoh is back at the capital with Seto and the other Seto, and Karim helllllllllllllla died last episode (or 2 episodes ago? I have such bad memory nowadays) so we’re just gonna leave his corpse in the barn and go.

sorry I just took in the incredible abs on this oversized chess piece that is Hassad. 

Why bother? Like for reals why bother?

I have so many questions about this random guy and his character design and they will not get answered. Apparently Dark Side of Dimensions dives into it as well as other unresolved issues from this season but like, that’s for another time. We will be watching that later, and at my rate it’ll be like 5 years from now but I swear...unless I caught covid a second (third?) time we will eventually get there and find out the deal of this...this freakin guy.

Meanwhile, our story boarders are not finished flexing. I think they really enjoyed this particular episode, with this really fun composition around Bakura here. They LOVE to shred scenery with Bakura on this carving, and there are so many good shots where it’s like a comic cover. I mean, look at this:

Damn that’s a good idea. This composition is fun. You got the curves from this...pokemon that I forgot the name of... you got him dead center all strong and rigid to contrast the curves. You got purple and green clouds. It’s fun. If y’all ever want to do the “draw this anime still but in your style” this is a good still. Good stuff.

And then Bakura peaces off--no idea where, and it doesn’t really matter since we have like so many Bakura’s at this point. Lets just assume he’s everywhere.

And with that, the ground gives way to the ZORC within.

This ultimate being, Zorc, who we’ve been talking up for so many episodes.

And that’s when we find out Isis also left out another crucial detail about Zorc:

So listen. We can say that the...neck...of the snake is coming out of his lower stomach. But also, they left it in shadow for a reason. 

The reason is, this episode is getting me flagged.

It occurred to me I don’t have to go for the low hanging fruit. I don’t have to. I can find a way around this. And I struggled. And I did whatever I, a full grown adult, could think to do. I thought to myself, I am a creative person, and I am inventive and I can write comedy well enough so it’s not just about poops and butts and dicks.

And then I gave up because of the number of times this thing is dead center on screen. And really, truly, I make a lot of low hanging jokes on this blog anyway so we’re just going to embrace Zorc for who he really is, both inside and outside.

And he is a slowly growing talking dragon shaped penis with legs.

Covered up by my joke towel in this scene I want you to know the snake just had it’s maws wide open to shout them down. It literally does only talk out of the dragon head on the bottom part of him.

Anyway, then Hassan jumps in front of the missiles zorc shoots from his crotch and well...he dies that way.

Death by firecrotch. This is like an immortal God meant to be the protector of the Pharaohs but you can kill him and the way how is disgusting.

There they go, back to the palace, which like, I guess is VERY close to Kul Elna, since Yami and Seto are currently vibing there right now.

Back at fight club, these two are still at it.

and then back at the funeral of the most romantic anime death of all time, Seto is still at it.

Seto, despite probably having to throw just SO MANY funerals for his tragic backstory is not very good at them. So right now he’s just distancing himself emotionally from literally everything going on around him by convincing himself this is all a very vivid hallucination.

Which it is. For once he is correct, this entire arc is a hallucination, but a hallucination with consequences. Which he is not used to. Hell he doesn’t see consequences when he’s not in a hallucination half the time. He’s like super rich.

Yami decides he did what he can, but he’s done with this freakin guy. I guess trying to reach through to Seto is a skill that only Yugi possesses, cuz Yami is just clear out of patience for this sociopath. Which is a shame, he usually loves this sociopath.

I laughed out loud at this cut to this horse’s ass and Seto’s reaction to being left behind from getting a ride the one time he was the one who needed a ride.

LMAO at the dub for adding that suspicious soil clump where a dead girlfriend probably was laying before.

but being real, this is another very nice shot, I didn’t cap it for vibes, and I really should have. Again, if you’re looking for a “draw this in your style” anime still challenge, this is another fun one. You got a juxtaposition of old and new. You got the storytelling of the dead girlfriend and trying to understand feelings you don’t understand because you were taught to never love. You got lovely ancient pillars. You got a clump of dirt that used to be a girl...

Like we may have dragged Seto’s ass back here, just to make him look cool and out of place in that coat as the wind sweeps by him. And that’s fine, I’ll accept that Seto this season may only be here for some vibes.

As he admires her slowly breathing (yes, breathing, thanks dub) he flashes back to that only time he every had a single conversation with this woman (a conversation they had, only because she thought he was someone else)

And off he goes, to look cool and probably do little else.

And as always, here is the link to read these from the beginning in chrono order.

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

[olive2read]

I keep having all these frustrated rants with my friends & I’ve decided to start collecting them in one place. I present to y’all:

popular romance idioms / tropes I wish would fade into obscurity

“there wasn’t an ounce of fat on [pronoun]” — this is gross on so many levels and it’s such low hanging fruit

“[pronoun]’s most sinful place” / “most intimate place” — say it with me: bodies are not inherently sexual! the anus is not a ‘sinful’ place, there isn’t anything inherently negative or illicit about poop (literally everybody does it), and genitals don’t represent pinnacles of intimacy, ffs

bioessentialism

references to “personal musk”

attraction that is based purely on physical beauty — I get that hotness might be a factor in the initial connection but if I’m meant to believe the characters are actually in love, they’d better have more going on than winning a genetics lottery that’s been rigged by fascism & colonialism

I guess it’s prolly obvious that physicality has been on my mind a lot lately, as I didn’t intend to focus this initial list on a specific category.

[always-rolling-my-eyes]

Ok, no one asked, but here are my thoughts / impressions of the DWTS 32 cast, and I’m going to be honest, I had to google more people on this cast than any other season before so 😬:

Excited for:

Ariana Madix: I am obsessed with all things Bravo and the #Scandoval was literally my entire life for about for 4 months. She has dance and performing experience, and I think she’s going to be really good. Plus, having Pasha as a pro, the choreography he is going to give her 😍 (not to be morbid, but this is actually the couple I’m most sad that Len won’t get to see 😢)

Alyson Hannigan: I was a Buffy fan and loved HIMYM (until that god awful finale 🤮) so I am so happy (but very surprised tbh) to see her on the cast. Idk how much of a natural mover she’ll be, but I think she’s going to have a really great attitude and just enjoy the experience. I am expecting typical Sasha so…yeah 🤷🏻‍♀️

Jason Mraz: I’m mostly excited for him because he’s with Daniella tbh 😂 she always does such great work with her partners and is able to pull the very best out of them. I can see him being a good performer and them being a very strong team. Also, yay to new mommy, Daniella! 💗

Mira Sorvino: Romy! I know she has had a rough time (fuck you H*rvey W*instein🖕🏻) and I hope this journey brings her happiness and joy and she sees how much support she has and why, oh why did they have to partner her with Gleb 😩

Intrigued by:

Tyson Beckford: Wow. He is 😍 isn’t he? And apparently his only dance experience is a guest performance with Chippendales (shocking 😂) which will be interesting because we all know how Jenna is as a teacher 😬. I predict a lot of shirts being taken off 🙄 (but also 😏) And again, yay to new mommy, Jenna! 💗

Matt Walsh: Seen him guest star on almost every sitcom ever 😂 and I see his trajectory going one of two ways: he’s terrible and voted out early, or he’s the lovable guy the GP falls in love with because of his dedication and journey. He’s either low hanging fruit or a dark horse and with Koko as his partner, I would lean towards dark horse.

Mauricio Umansky: So…(separated?) husbands of Real Housewives are stars now? Whatever 🙄 and honestly out of all the House Husbands, I am unbelievably grateful this is the one they chose. (istg if it was any of those misogynistic animals from RHONJ, I would not have watched this season) but anyway, I think he’ll work hard but not take it too seriously (not in a bad way) and he’ll have fun with it. Plus, it will be a cold day in hell before I don’t support Emma Slater. And aren’t they both single? 😏 I want an entanglement in the ballroom! 😂

Barry Williams: I’m only intrigued because we’ll probably get some sweet Florence Henderson mentions / memories because of him 😢. And Peta is definitely the designated first out partner atp. But it probably works for her so 🤷🏻‍♀️ and yay to mommy x2 Peta! 💗

Have heard of them, but don’t know them:

Charity Lawson: I know she was the Bachelorette but other than that, I got nothing. 🤷🏻‍♀️ But I always root for Artem, and he’s pretty consistent with his partners and choreography. That combined with Bachelor Nation, very possible they make the Finals unless she is absolutely, undeniably terrible (which I doubt) or if shenanigans happen

Xochitl Gomez: I’ve heard her name before, but I always thought she was a singer 🥴 my bad 😂 I haven’t watched anything Marvel related in almost two years, so 🤷🏻‍♀️ she’ll probably go far especially because of the Disney / ABC connection as well as Val being the most production assisted pro in DWTS history (sorry, but y’all know how I feel about Val 🤮 😂) but I do think she’s going to be fun to watch and actually be a good dancer, I just don’t have faith her partner will give her good choreography. We’ll see how (or if) that effects things (probably not)

Had absolutely no idea who they were:

Lele Pons: Influencer? I guess? She seems nice and I love how excited she is to be on the show. I think she’s going to be a lot of fun and maybe this can be a breakthrough season for Brandon🤞🏻

Harry Jowsey: Reality Star? Dating show? Youtuber? I have no idea tbh. And, not to go all Karen Smith, but if he’s British, why isn’t he on Strictly? 🤨 But very much looking forward to Rylee as a pro. I always enjoyed Lindsay as a teacher / choreographer, so let’s see if it runs in the family 😂

Adrian Peterson: I WISH I STILL DIDN’T KNOW WHO HE WAS. WTF 🤬 Poor Britt. To go from Daniel to this? The ultimate downgrade 😔

Don’t give one single fuck about:

Jamie Lynn Spears: I have made my feelings on this vile creature known 🤮 Apologies and best of luck to Alan (not really tho because I want her foul ass eliminated asap)

[ruki--mukami]

🧩 AAAAAA ANOTHER NIGHT PASSING OUT AT MY LAPTOP. I’m so sorry y’all. At least this weekend I will have three days off from work as opposed to two OOF I got Father’s Day plans too but we’ll try to make this work— which is when I hope to answer all the longer rp threads/starters still in my inbox. I’ve been trying to answer “low hanging fruit” type of asks (opinion asks vs scenarios w/ plot and action and whatnot) so to speak in the meantime so there is still at least something to read, but I genuinely miss rp’ing with everyone and hope to resume that as soon as possible. 😩 Thank you all for your patience. There will be a period towards the end of June/early July where I shouldn’t be too busy so I plan on catching up during that time. 🧩

[holdmecloser-gandydancer]

tagged by @liltaz-asatreat to find some words in my wips ! (i don't actually have all the words in there ahh!)

also putting this under a readmore because it's long

also also tw for mentions of alcohol and smoking

these are all from rhapaw because it's the Only wip i have rn lsdfkjsldfjsf

light!

Barry turns his head to see Lup leaning against the wall of the bar. An unlit cigarette hangs from her mouth.

“Sorry about that. You good out here?”

She nods. “Yeah, door’s supposed to lock from the outside but it hasn’t as long as I’ve been coming here.” She pats her pants pockets before frowning. “Hey, you got a light?”

Barry holds up a finger before fishing around his pockets. After a moment, he pulls out a red lighter. “I do, yeah.” He holds it out towards her.

“It’s impolite to not light someone’s cigarette for them, you know,” she says, taking the lighter. It takes her a few tries, the wheel sparking fruitlessly. Eventually though, it catches and she lifts the flame up near her face. She takes a deep drag and nods as she hands the lighter back.

“That so? I’ll keep that in mind.”

“There’s a whole host of smoker’s etiquette, obviously.” Lup looks Barry up and down and frowns for a moment. “Magnus not work here anymore? You just look like security is all.”

“Nah, he does, I’m just covering this shift for him. He had a thing.” Barry explains. He looks down at himself and almost asks how one looks like security but decides against it.

“Okay cool. I’m sure you’re great but Magnus is my dude.

dark !

“How’re you feeling, man?” Johann asks as Kravitz chugs a water bottle backstage.

“This is so goddamn fun, y’all,” he pants after wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. He’s glad he opted for a plain black tank top with his black jeans; anything heavier and he’s certain he’d already be a melted puddle back onstage.

“Told ya!” Lup teases as she flips her hair down, wrangling it into a quick ponytail. “It’s so good to be back. I missed this place.”

“Even with the stickiest floor in the contiguous United States?” Johann scrounges around his bag for some snacks he brought; he tosses myriad snack cakes and individual bags of chips onto the low table near the couch. He unceremoniously flops onto the couch and stretches his arms.

“Even with the most disgusting women’s room I’ve ever peed in,” Lup confirms. She squints at the snacks before swiping a Swiss Roll and a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos. “Breakfast of Champions,” she remarks wryly. She pops a chip in her mouth and crunches loudly. “Krav, unofficial rule that had to become official because of a former bandmate: don’t really care if you get a drink or something for the rest of the set, just don’t be a jackass and don’t be sloppy. Think you can manage?”

He laughs. “Yeah, I think I can handle that.”

“You’d think it wouldn’t be a big ask but you’d be surprised,” Johann says flatly.

“Oh also, don’t drink any dark liquor here.” Lup adds as she perches on the arm of the couch.

“Is that also an unofficial official rule?” Kravitz furrows his brow a little.

Lup shakes her head. “No, no. See, I used to bartend here on the weekends before this became a more permanent gig. Believe me, fruit flies love cozying up in a bottle of Jack Daniels to die. More sugar content and all. Also harder to see the little bastards in the dark stuff as opposed to like, Tito’s. Honestly though it’s rare I get anything besides canned and draft stuff  here. Good people, bad bar practices to keep the costs dirt cheap.”

“So I think I’m just gonna stick with my water for now.”

“Good choice!” Lup slaps the top of her thighs before standing. “We got about seven more minutes which means I’m gonna go smoke. See y’all in a minute.”

alrighty tagging @phantasmagoric-acquaintance @anistarrose and anyone else who'd like to !! feel free to use these words or perhaps "glass", "fire", and "cool"!

[marginaletchings]

I’m going to get raked over the coals for this but whatever, we die like heroes-- Messily, suddenly, and in a demise of our own making.

In the Year of Our Lord 2023, My Fellow Gender-Nonspecific-Bitches-In-Christ, I Ask You:

Why are people in the Hetalia fandom still confusing headcanon and interpretations for CANON?

Stop. Oh my God, just... stop.

Your interpretation of a character is technically valid but that doesn’t mean it’s correct or that it’s canon or that it is license for you to be petty, aggressive, or pushy about how you feel other people need to experience/view things.

Examples below the cut if you feel like getting salty.

Example: Claiming a ship is incestuous just because a JAPANESE MEDIA had a small young lad refer to an older familiar person as “brother”/Nii-san/Onii-chan is actually a wild fucking stretch. (Learn to Weeb Better, y’all.) You’re allowed to not like USUK. The flipside to that is that I am allowed to like it and I shouldn’t have to put up with passive aggressive bullshit because you’ve projected your problems onto something which never had them to begin with. “YOU LIKE USUK THEREFORE YOU LIKE INCEST AND THAT MEANS UR TOXIC :((((((” No. That train of thought actually means you lack critical thinking skills and you need to stop projecting. God forbid a small kid refers to an elder familiar person in a polite way, only to have it translated and taken literally. If you want to interpret it as a father/son relationship and just don’t like the ship? That’s FINE. But don’t act like people who ship it are somehow disgusting for doing so.

Example #2: Stop fucking treating colonialism and imperialism like it was a thing only perpetrated by the Anglosphere. European Empires did the same fucking shit--in fact, they kicked it off way before Britain even started its Navy. You don’t get woke points for picking the low-hanging fruit of the English-speaking side of the internet by pointing out that the British Empire and the United States are soaked in centuries of blood. It’s a good start, sure, just make sure to come back to me when you want to talk about shit like the Portuguese and Spanish slavers, particularly in the 15th, 16th, and 17th centuries. You don’t get to avoid the messier parts of history by covering your ears and pointing fingers away from your faves. (And in case anyone might accuse me of doing the same: Let us not forget the British privateers and pirates who would pirate slaves from other European slave ships to sell the people off at an even larger profit. And all the people literally branded when that shit got officially sanctioned iirc starting with Elizabeth I.) No one is getting off the hook here, and that’s the point.

Example #3: Reps are not their governments.  Reps are not their governments.  Reps are not their governments.  Reps are not their governments.  Reps are not their governments.  Reps are not their governments.  Reps are not their governments.  Reps are not their governments.  Reps are not their governments.  Reps are not their governments.  Reps are not their governments. Have I made myself clear, or....

[quillyfied]

Hellaverse Theories: Hazbin Hotel S1E4

Welcome to Quilly’s Hellaverse Theories, where I overthink the entire Hellaverse! Second episode for tonight is the absolute masterpiece that is Angel’s episode, which might not get my head turning on many theories but does give me many feels, so let’s crack on.

Hazbin Hotel, s1e4:

I SEE IT. 3:38, there’s another Morningstar family portrait in the background right next to Angel’s head, far right. I’ve seen this one up close elsewhere, but it’s nice to see it in the show; Charlie looks a little older, maybe preteens, and her parents are clearly nowhere near each other. Separation impending if not already implemented. Sad. But more importantly: it was painted at that very hotel. The background details of the painting are the same. I just sort of find it significant that Charlie took over a building clearly falling to ruins that not only belongs to her family (and isn’t being used so is perfect for her to just…move into), but might have been the last place she saw her parents together and still making an effort for her. Hmm. Hmm hmm hmm. Interesting.

“Why is this so hard? What am I doing wrong?” PRINCESS OF PRIDE, FOLKS. Said it before. I’ll say it again. She’s a natural at overestimating and underestimating herself all at once, inserting herself into situations she has no business being in and thinking she can do just about anything she sets her mind to, while simultaneously downplaying her own strengths in favor of trying to be what she thinks everyone else needs. Chef’s kiss, perfect character conflict, no notes.

(Angel’s butt has freckles. It’s a detail that makes me giggle every time.)

“I’m—coming!” “Not off camera, you’re not!” Perfect line delivery. Hysterical. Low-hanging fruit but way funnier for going for it instead of passing over it. Nice.

Alright, another aside about Valentino: he’s an idiot, but he isn’t stupid. Not entirely. I’m glad we all reached the same conclusion that Val licking Charlie’s arm is a power move, as is his physical imposition into her space. A reminder to her that she’s in his domain right now, and a clear setup for himself to have all the chips in this interaction despite his wretched poker face. Then again, what need does he have for a poker face when he DOES have all the power in that situation, at least all the power that matters—power over Angel himself, whom Charlie cares about? His ace is right there, out in the open as both symbol and warning. This metaphor is falling apart. I don’t know anything about poker. But y’all get what I’m saying, right? Val doesn’t need to be the smartest man in the room when he’s already made himself the most powerful through fairly simple and effective tactics. Licking his way up Charlie’s arm and offering her a job and making her deeply uncomfortable is him regaining the power she takes from him just by existing in his space as a more powerful demon than he is by default. It’s slimy. It's foul. It’s effective. And it works, dammit.

Charlie. My love. My princess. My dearest. Did you really just try to suggest…more WHOLESOME SCENARIOS for PORN?? Like I believe she can do it, and especially given what she’s watching Angel about to be subjected to, I can see where her mind is at with “more wholesome,” but. The wording. The gumption. Charlie this is pornography, not romance. Not saying the two can be mutually exclusive, but given what kind of studio Val runs and what people go to porn for as opposed to other kinds of storytelling…baby. Honey. No. Bull in a china shop, thy name is Charlie Morningstar.

Alright, this here: the first time we see a demon contract. Obviously no fine print to get our greedy little eyeballs on, just a simple bit of imagery (almost like the contracts in The Little Mermaid, tbh, same color, same sort of vibe, why am I imagining Val swanning around his tower singing Poor Unfortunate Souls and why would Joel Perez absolutely CRUSH it—), but combining that with how casually Val abuses and later assaults Angel really drives home how helpless the contractee is. They’re entirely owned. The only thing they have of value, their souls, their Free Will, belongs to someone else. I imagine soul contracts are of particular abhorrence to Lucifer; they’re actively throwing away his gift when they enter into those. Though he probably never thinks about them at all, tbh, he doesn’t need to own a soul to have power. And the power of souls and owning of souls and what that power can do and manifest as is so nebulous but SO interesting, and I’m especially excited to get to talk to it in regards to Alastor and Husk, but I have to get through the Poison number first, excuse me for a moment.

(Angel is so brave and so good for defending Charlie even though she’s literally the Princess of Hell; I don’t know that she could squash Valentino like the bug he is, not until she gains more confidence in herself, but Lucifer and Alastor certainly could and they both have vested interest in keeping her safe and happy. Though for very different reasons. The point being: Charlie doesn’t need Angel to protect her, but he does it anyway and I love him for that.)

(Additional sidenote: I think Val might have some scary vocal stuff happening when he’s threatening Angel, but that’s as close as I personally remember seeing any other Overlords even come close to what Alastor can do. Which begs the question: is it because Alastor is special, or is it because Alastor is a dramatic bitch who throws his power around because he can?)

The nature of Angel’s contract with Val is so interesting too, especially when put with the visual cues we have about Husk’s even just in the Loser number; Val owns Angel, but can only force him to do things in the studio (which very handily lends quiet strength to Angel’s presence in the first episode and his hurt feelings in the second, and gives more context for Val’s hissy fit in the second episode. If Angel isn’t living in the studio, Val can’t do whatever he wants whenever he wants. Angel gains some independence and it’s powerful). Val can throw Angel around outside of it because he still owns Angel, but the power seems less; however, the look of his chains no matter what are wispy and insubstantial, clearly a callback to Val’s toxin but still not the strongest-looking chain in the world (though because it looks like the toxin, there's also elements of Angel choosing this, Angel being addicted to the situation, Angel's loss of control because of his addiction, Angel wanting to leave but he can't, etc). Angel’s ropes in Loser are a mess, tangled but loose-looking, like he could wriggle out given enough time. Husk, on the other hand, is bound tightly and his chain, when we see it next episode, looks significantly more substantial and real. None of this is new information, we all know it, but still. Establishing this for my own benefit while I spin off into wild tangents about the nature of Overlords and Hell, because Husk says something incredibly interesting during Loser that I have sunk my teeth into and apparently can’t let go of.

But before that: detour to mention how amusing I find it that loan sharks apparently are a constant in Hell, no matter if they’re sinners or Hellborn, but I also really have to wonder if any of the sharks in HH are actually Hellborn and they just didn’t get the black blood that Hellborn have in HB because they’re not allowed to exist in the same universe anymore. I have another example to support this theory but it isn’t until the last episode so I’ll leave it alone for now.

Alright, back to Husk and Overlords and blahdiblahdiblah: I don’t know anything about casino games, so I would love some guidance on this, but…did Alastor win Husk’s soul with a game of “pick a card, any card?” Bc that’s sure as heck what it looks like. I think the flashback might be more symbolic than literal, but with Husk leaning forward with a finger extended, it sure LOOKS like he’s picking a card out of Alastor’s hand and hoping it isn’t one that’s going to screw him over. But even that feels at odds with the wording of Husk discussing his own deal: “So when you’re down on your luck, you’ll do anything to keep yourself afloat, even making deals yourself.” And later, in the song: “I sold my soul to save my power.” What…does that mean? What does it mean for Husk and his abilities now? What does it mean for Alastor and what he gets from the deal?

What Alastor gets from it, I’m building up to, because I’m pretty sure the ultimate show of it is in the finale. But what HUSK got from the deal…is really unclear. He sold his soul to save his power, to keep himself afloat—and yet he doesn’t own a casino (if he ever did in this version, but come on, he was an Overlord, you don’t get to be one of those without at least a base of operations), he’s at Alastor’s beck and call, he doesn’t exhibit any abilities more powerful than any other bog-standard demon. The exploding dice and fighting with cards is cool, but so is the ability to pull six tommy guns out at will. The specifics of what this means might not become clear for a while, but while Husk has a lot of strength that’s more internal than external—his wisdom and compassion are nothing to sneeze at, even if he hides both under layers of cynicism and apathy—it would be very interesting to see Alastor use Husk for something other than bartending and see what utility he might have apart from that. Because Husk as a source of endless entertainment could certainly be all Alastor has Husk for, but this is a guy who made no bones about destroying Overlords, canonically multiple very powerful Overlords, and using them for his own entertainment and power. And yet Husk is more or less just himself despite having once been an Overlord too. Not destroyed, not subsumed, not will-broken. He’s scared of Alastor, as he has every right to be, but not so scared that he won’t grumble and complain and try to talk to his boss when he’s clearly in the middle of a pissing contest with the King of Hell, exCUSE you Husker.

Anyway. My current theory is that maybe Husk made a deal to not be killed or destroyed by someone he got into much deeper water with than he was prepared for, and throwing his lot in with Alastor was better than facing destruction. But still, that element of randomness that appears to be in Husk’s flashback…it haunts me. Sinners sell their souls because they’re desperate. Was Husk even still an Overlord by the time Alastor got to him? Did Husk still own any souls, and if he did, what happened to them? Because as will become clear in one episode, you can have someone else own your soul and still be in control of your own contracts. But whether that’s a special clause of the deal Alastor made, or if it’s usual for even Overlords to sometimes be in thrall to greater Overlords…not sure. Not enough data.

And while I would love to continue typing like a madwoman while I pause these episodes for long stretches of time, I must obey the demands of my body and rest.

[boneless-mika]

Swedish words I think English needs

Kallsup - this is for when you accidentally breathe in water but don’t drown. It’s very useful to let your friends know you’re okay but also in pain so they can express sympathy without worrying that you’re going to die

Palla - it means steal but it only applies to fruit. Every Swedish kid in the countryside or suburbs did this and nobody cared bc when you have a fruit tree it feels like the fruit never ends and you can’t pick it all by yourself

Snatta - technically this is just the Swedish word for to shoplift but I think shoplift implies a level of seriousness that cannot be applied to a teenager stealing a bar of chocolate whereas the word snatta usually refers specifically to items of low value such as pens or candy bars so you should implement this word as a less serious alternative to shoplifting

Fika - have you ever been autistic and had somebody ask you if you want to have a coffee and you do want to hang out with them but you hate coffee so now you don’t know what to do? The word fika solves this problem instantly because it doesn’t imply you should have any specific kind of drink or food

Bottna - another swimming term. This means to stand on the ground while your head is over the water, it’s usually used to signify ability like “I don’t need to tread water. I bottnar here.”

Diska - this just means do the dishes but I think y’all could benefit from a verb for that

Knarka - to use narcotics, often used for other drugs too. Again I just think you need a verb

[missing-wires]

Hey man so I’m confused by your last post. Why were you scared to meet up with her? Why not just hang out, you know? Go for a walk in the park?

That’s a fair question. Because I have two problems, the latter of which has been the monkey on my back for the majority of my life.

What’s that?

The needle and the damage done. Yes, there’s my injury — which was catastrophic, but that isn’t what completely continues to haunt me. It’s my reaction to my injury — the damage done.

Oh yeah I can see what you mean. It seemed like you just really wanted to get laid and was super insecure about your ED and not, which we all found very funny and amusing!

Yeah I don’t think that’s funny at all. If y’all had a question about something posted, the wise and mature thing to do is to seek clarification.

Clarification?!? But that just complicates things why can’t we can just continue being dweebs and go for the low, hanging fruit?

Well, I suppose you can, I’m not telling you how you should live your lives, but sometimes the things you say can really hurt someone. A little good will goes a long way, you know?

I see so like what do you mean by the damage done?

I mean for the majority of my life I have struggled with crippling social anxiety and agoraphobia. I was a shut in for nearly 3 years in the truest, possible sense. When I say, I never stepped outside, I mean I never stepped outside.

Wow, what was that like?

It would take too long to describe the experience, honestly, and I’m not blaming anyone but myself for it. But it’s been a long road recovering from it all. It took many months for even my eyes to adjust to the sunlight. I remember I would drive like 15 minutes to Chick Fil A, pull into the drive thru line and get heart palpitations. Most of the time, I would just drive back home and starve. I’m 6’1 and at one point got down to 125 pounds. I would constantly stutter and have this super keen sense of awareness — just feeling on edge all of the time. I went many years without having a conversation with anyone. I went years without being able to look at myself in the mirror.

Wow - how did you overcome that?

With time, first and foremost, and help from my family. I finished my degree and got a job as an analyst, so that’s the field I’ve been in now for close to a decade.

Oh wow and here I was thinking you were just this touch starved cis male who wanted to get fucked by some out of your league cam girl!!

I know you did, mate, and that’s why you’re a dweeb! That’s why you are all dweebs!! Because you jump to conclusions for cheap jokes. That’s never how I have lived my life, perhaps if I did, things would be better. I would be more popular. But being an online bk has never interested me.

Oh shit, sorry bro.