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youngerfrankenstein · 6 months

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Alright, who wants to hear me talk about my thoughts on a show made for 9 year olds? Part 2!

I’ll admit, I think part of my issue with Prime is just that I set my expectations fairly high. Need to stop doing that. Ever. Part of it was remembering little about season 1 beyond I liked it as a teen. But as it seems this franchise will forever be, kind of a mixed bag, but glad I watched it.

I will say that bar a few I quite like the designs for the bots in the show. The style was clearly taking inspiration from the Bay films while still keeping the designs clear and distinguishable. That said the animation can be pretty janky at times and the locations often quite bland. The latter of which was probably for budget reasons and the former for both budget reasons and the tech of the time.

I also generally like most of the bot characters. I wish Arcee got more focus, especially as she’s introduced to us first, but she’s fun. Kind of a grouch but there for people when they need her. Bulkhead is generally a lot more likeable in this incarnation than Animated, though I don’t think he’ll ever be a favourite. Bumblebee can’t talk here either but they do a decent job of still making him feel like part of the team. Optimus is generally wonderful, a bit distant but clearly intended to be, someone you immediately understand why people would follow. And I fucking love Ratchet in this show, he’s marvellous, more Ratchet please. Wonder why the main team was almost identical to Animated?

Not sure I liked what they did to Wheeljack, did quite like Ultra Magnus. And holy shit if Smokescreen isn’t the worst character in the franchise so far. I hate him so. much. and he brought down any episode he was the focus of. Is this partly because he’s written more than any other character to appeal to 8-year-old boys, something I am not? Yes. But that’s hardly all. He feels like either the pet character of a writer or a studio mandate, I’m not sure which is worse. (Or if either is true, don’t quote me)

The Decepticons, as per usual, are the highlights though. I don’t think there’s one of them I don’t enjoy watching. Starscream and his sniveling, Knockout and his vanity, Airachnid and her sadism (for science!) and the rest are still so much fun to watch for their evil and, even more so, their dysfunction. That said this show also drove something home for me, and that is DAMN do I love Frank Welker as Megatron. Like it’s been clear the man has talent for a long time but wow. The way he can be both quietly sinister and a raging monster is EXCELLENT.

The voice cast is generally quite good, if a bit odd. Peter Cullen and Frank Welker coming back to the roles they made iconic (twice for Welker technically!) but you also get names like Gina Torres, Jeffrey Combs (who I suppose DOES voice The Question) and even Dwayne Johnson in the first episode.

I will say, as seems to be the usual, I am in Fuck Them Kids mode when it comes to the main human characters, who come in Brat, Kid Genius and Blander Than Gruel flavours. Then again by the later seasons it felt like the showrunners/writers didn’t even want them around much either. Will say they have different amounts of believability in their relationship to their assigned bot. Miko and Bulkhead honestly feel like friends who care a lot about each other. Raf and Bee are fine, but honestly by the end I was mostly thinking of Ratchet as Raf’s bot. Jack and Arcee don’t feel like anything really, and you would think that would be the most important one.

Really the writing is the thing. Some of it is VERY good, clever ideas or scenes that leave me on the edge of my seat. And some of it is very bad, comedy that falls flat and “as competent as the plot needs”-itis for all. Not to mention some of the weird stuff with seasons 2 and three, like putting multiple villains on ice and then bringing them back to not… do much in season 3. Part of me wonders if there were issues with the studio and no one was ever sure if/when they were getting renewed. But I must be clear, I am just guessing and could be way off.

Will say I generally enjoyed the wrap-up movie, cute ending, some nice character interactions. Even if “Satan taking over my body made me learn oppression is bad. I’m heading out.” Is a very silly way to wrap up Megatron. Nothing special (and let’s face it, was probably a rewritten and repurposed three-parter) but fun.

Honestly at times a little awkwardly pro-military but it’s an American action show, what do you expect lol. Could have been a LOT worse.

And now to Earthspark! …Which looks to be focusing even more on humans… Oh well. Guess we shall see what it’s like!

#Frare watches the silly robot show #Frare’s Transformers writeups

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circethegoblin · 3 years

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STAYING ALIVE MASTERPOST, FROM A BROKE TEEN WITH ADHD

here you go. some down to earth tips on how to not die metally nor physically.

tired of those "drink three liters of water everyday uwu" and "wake up at 5 am" and "buy a bath bomb and a fec mask and some other things you don't have the money for" shit? i'm here for ya.

1. NOT DYING

eat at least three meals a day, one of which m u s t be warm and above 300 kcal (it can be istant ramen with an egg added if you have to)

you technically should shower everyday, but we know how it is. A change of clothes is sometimes enough.

DRY SHAMPOO AND BABY WIPES!!!

keep bottles with water everywhere. On your desk, near that spot on the floor you always end up sitting on, near your bed, basically whenever you know you spend a lot of time. No need to get up and go to the kitchen will help. Obviously change the water in the bottles as often as you can.

Get some form of physical activity. It doesn't have to be much, you can for example replace scrolling on tiktok by walking around your room and scrolling on tiktok! Brilliant, isn't it? Obviously, running or doing those 10 minutes workouts from youtube is better, but you are still getting like an hour of walking.

Buy blankets. Steal blankets. Summon blankets from other dimensions. Just make sure you have a lot of warm, soft blankets in your house. You will thank me when you won't have the anergy to wash your sheets (just take them off and throw some blankets on your bed), or when the power goes out.

If you have pets, ALWAYS keep spare food that'll last for a week for them.

things to always have in the kitchen: milk, eggs, flour, rice, pasta, yeast, cheese, oil, a leafy vegetable, onions, tomatoes, apples, patatoes, some flavourful sauce, sugar, salt, spices and an emergency chocolate bar. You can make a lot of food with those. Just make sure you won't eat the chocolate too fast.

Have a lot of spare batteries. A lot.

Get urself a flashlight, a lighter, and a pocket knife.

Remember the apples? eat one a day. if you don't like apples or you can't eat them for any other reason, you can take a kiwi, banana, orange, basically something that will give you vitamins and non processed sugar.

do the dishes before your sink starts developing it's own ecosystem

drugs from that one guy around the corner = very bad time

2. NOT DYING INSIDE

Open the damn window.

Don't watch so many commentary videos. You are probably not even checking the sources, so you can easily make unjust judgement, and like. did you even hear of half of those people before?

make a discord server just for yourself. get into the habit of writing little things that happened to you there. rant about the fanfics you read. or the movies. vent there if you don't have anyone you can vent to. write your ideas there, write e v e r y t h i n g. make a section for passwords, for quick ideas, for your to do lists. you won't lose it as you do with sticky notes or notebooks. there is no risk anyone will see it. oh, and when you'll have a strong impulse to tell emily that you hate her? write that message in your private server and list all ur arguments. look at tat the next day and decide if you really mean that.

life sucks. come to peace with it.

cuddle ur pets if you have them

1 hour a day without a lot of sensory input. if you have to, reduce to half an hour.

if you find yourself scrolling endlessly through social media, make sure it's pintrest (just don't compare urself to the people here; if you have issues with that, tumblr may be better)

delete. twitter. from. your. phone.

influencers are lying to you; maybe not even intentionally. remember when you were watching that cute-aesthetic-productive morning routine, and you were wondering why your life isn't that pretty? why your room is a mess? why you cannot for the life of god be aesthetic 24/7? its the filter. don't worry about it, their lifes arent that nice either.

realize there's actually nothing stopping you from screaming as loud as you can right now. like there is no physical barrier. think about it. realize there's no actual physical barierr to many other things.

your body is your body. you can decide how it looks like; just remember it's in your greatest interest to keep it healthy.

3. BEING A LITTLE BETTER THAN JUST ALIVE

If you wear make up, take it off before you go to sleep.

moisturize your body; everything is better when your skin doesn't feel dry

have a one brand of cosmetics that you love and buy things mainly from it. they often have sets of products that complete each other. i like ziaja. it's a polish brand, it's surprisingly cheap and has nice quality

cleanser, moisturizer, face mist

of you can, change your sheets once every two weeks

do the dishes before your sink starts developing it's own ecosystem

do a deep house clean once a month (don't beat yourself up when you don't tho)

keep your workspace organized (it doesn't have to look organized to other people, remember)

sunscreen

cook your own food

keep a calendar

no money for scented candles? got ya. make a simmer pot: throw some apple peel, a couple of cinnamon sticks and whatever spices that smell good you have into a pot, add some water and simmer. boom. your house smells good, and you haven't spend 20 dollars.

If you really like candles, buy scented wax melts. it's cheaper.

Buy urself scented mists. they're pretty cheap and will make you feel A LOT better.

keep your clothes clean. if you aren't sure if that shirt thats on your chair is dirty or not, throw it in the washing mashine anyway. better be sure.

if you can, make your bed right when you get up

wear clothes that make you feel good. put some effort into your outfits. really.

4. OTHER PEOPLE

be nice to essential workers.

if you have money, give tips.

remember, you do not owe anyone love; it is not something you can force. even if they saved your life. even when they helped you in your darkest time. if you don't love them, you don't.

you don't have to be in a romantic relationship to be happy.

if you want to, date! date everyone! date girls, date boys, date nonbinary people! date people completly different than you, date people from different countries, date them!!! just make sure they're kind and won't kill you. even if you don't end up in a relationship, you can learn a lot.

don't be afraid to piss off people that deserve it

smile to strangers :)

5. NOT FAILING SCHOOL

heard of dark academia? check it out

romanticize the heck out of studying

do not let your studying be just reading the same partagraph over and over again. it won't work. believe me.

seterra for geography, quizlet for everything else

try to make yourself intrestet in whatever you are studying (watch veritasium, listen to podcasts about weird history facts)

notes are for you and you only; don't worry about them looking pretty. doodle on margins, make weird metaphors, squeeze in as much info as you can.

when you're studying, listen to music without words/in a language you don't understand.

chew gum while you study

get the forest app, get attached to the trees, focus.

don't feel guilty for taking breaks

grades aren't everything, but they are important.

eat something in school

don't just use the cheapest pens. invest a couple dollars in something that will make writing enjoyable and smooth

those study with me videos? they're great

if you like to argue with the teachers, take care of your grades becouse. they may not like you afterwards.

be nice to your classmates and help them with homework. if you don't do your homework they'll help you

executive dysfunction won't let you study? been there. sometimes it's better to wake up ealier tommorow and do that homework then.

don't feel guilty for failing a test

go to the goddamn class

don't pull all nighters oh my god don't especially on weekdays

6. OTHER LIFEHACKS

don't get involved in the crime, and if you do always have a believable explanation why you were doing it

have different alarm sounds for every day of the week

set a daily limit of money that you spend

great hobbies that don't require a lot of money; urban exploration, writing, hiking and learning other languages

thrift stores

don't eat grapefruits while on meds

nail polish removers dissolve most strong glues.

if you have a cut on your skin, desinfect it. do it. please just do it.

always have pads with you. even if you don't get periods, at least one of your friends probably does

#life hacks #life #not dying #staying alive #no one will see this #who cares though

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heavymetalover · 5 years

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Heart-Shaped Box (Michael Langdon x fem reader)

Summary: On your way out of the Satanic church, you and an inexperienced Michael share an intimate encounter.

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, slow burn, choking, oral sex (female receiving), sassy reader.

Word count: 3.4k

A/N: thanks to everyone in the ahs/cody fan base for being so kind and reading my shitty writing :) youre all dope mfs

i only did minimal editing so i hope there arent too many mistakes !!

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You exhale a long sigh when hanging up your cloak in the empty church. You take in the atmosphere of the church; you’re going to miss being a Satanist. You finally felt like you belonged somewhere, felt like you finally had a home, but things changed once Michael came along. Everyone was on their toes, trying to one-up each other, it was first grade all over again and everybody was the teacher’s pet. Part of you blames yourself for succumbing to the desire of having external support, your own little dysfunctional family. But you blame Michael. He ruined everything for you, and you didn’t want to be apart of his crusade.

You take a seat on the first bench, observing your surroundings for the last time. The mood lighting from the lit-up candles, curtains hanging on either side, the walls painted an ominous blood red, the upside-down cross hanging above the alter… God you’ll miss this place.

Dress shoes click on the polished wooden floors and you stand from your seat, preparing to bolt without having to engage in conversation about why you’re leaving. You know the rest of the members would give you great shame for not kissing Michael’s ass. Fuck him. Fuck the people at this church. They all claim to be different, evil, but they’re just like God-fearing Christians. As soon as their “saviour” came, they kissed his feet. Not you.

You brush past the person who walked in, keeping your eyes glued onto the floors. They grab your arm and you stop, still not turning around to look at them. A sick feeling turning in your stomach suspects you already know who it is. “It’s… y/n, right?” the man asks. His indistinguishable smooth voice sings your name like a lullaby and your heart drops. He hasn’t said two words to you before, the closest you’ve gotten to speaking with him is exchanging glacial stares, so how did he know your name?

“Michael,” you reply. “Sorry, uh, Mr. Langdon,” you redress him. “How do you know my name?”

“You can call me Michael,” he says, “I like to know all the people who have been worshipping my father.” He pulls you by the lacey fabric of your dress, trying to turn you to meet his gaze. You spin around and hold your head high. His body is twisted towards you, carrying himself confidently. He doesn’t scare you, even if he is a head taller than you... and the antichrist.

Your eyes meet his, the candles in the room give him an intimate lighting on his porcelain skin. His blonde feathered hair done to perfection, as always. The princess always has to look damn good, doesn’t he?

“What’re you thinking about?” he asks, cutting your observation short. You open your mouth to speak, but he holds up his finger. “Let me guess… coming up with an excuse on why you just hung up your cloak and were about to leave my father’s church,” he guesses.

You’d rather affirm his assumption than explain what you were actually thinking about. Of course everyone in the church had a crush on Michael, but they openly admitted it. You’re a little more stubborn. You hold your hands up in vanquish, “You got me.” You walk backwards, hoping to leave the conversation as is. “I should head out then,” you add, but Michael takes a step toward you with every step you take back. You stop, annoyed by his tenacity. Maybe he’s more like you than you thought.

“And why is it that you’re leaving?” his voice is surprisingly warm. “I’m not what you expected I’d be? Unsatisfied with my leadership?”

Michael’s never grovelled for anything, not even a lousy reply; you smile at his zeal. “I just don’t want to swim too close to… a drowning man,” you respond, hesitantly choosing your words.

“Oh?” the word immediately slips from his lips, an eyebrow cocked. He turns around to the alter, his silky black cloak flowing behind him. Michael reaches under the podium to grab a chalice and a bottle of merlot. A little inside joke your church had, mocking the blood of Christ in Catholic churches. He fills the glass with wine and hands it over to you, “A drowning man, huh? Did I strike a nerve?”

You take a sip of the bitter beverage, somehow the flavour is both pleasant and unpleasant. When you look at him as he awaits your answer and meet his deep blue eyes, it’s hard for you to answer truthfully. “Nope, no nerves struck,” you lie, taking another big gulp.

“You’re not a very good liar,” he quips. He takes a step back from you and walks around the benches, your eyes follow him around the room. Dragging his feet across the floor, eyeing up the church just as you were. Even as he’s just being observant and not really doing anything, Michael holds a certain hostility to his presence. “What have I done to displease you? I’d like to know,” his voice echoes.

You glance around the room for anything to save you, he’s stopped in his tracks to watch you squirm under his influence. You look at the exit of the room, then back at Michael. “Look, I was just planning on leaving,” you explain with a passive shrug.

He steps away from the exit. “You can if you’d like. I’m only curious… and I wouldn’t want you leaving my father’s church on a bad note,” he answers. He walks towards you and you back up closer to the alter, it feels like he’s intentionally closing in on you to make you feel threatened. You won’t let it work. “Again, just so there are no animosities,” his voice is lower, “what have I done?”

You take the last sip of wine, realizing your lips haven’t parted from the glass for nearly the entire time. It’s much easier to tolerate Michael with a drink in your hand. Although you could easily put it back under the podium, you decide to hand the empty cup back to Michael. At first his eyebrows furrow in confusion, then a moment passes and his lips twist into a cunning smile. If he wants to act dominating, you will too. “You know where that goes,” he says in a mere whisper.

“So do you,” you retort, the alcohol giving you an extra boost of courage.

He walks past you, brushing you with his cloak as he goes and ignoring the cup you hold out to him. You smile to yourself, biting your lip from calling him stubborn. You thought that you were the most obstinate person you’d ever know, but Michael might take the cake. Two can play at that game; you purposely put your cup in the wrong spot.

Michael takes a seat on the alter, still waiting for your response. You sit across him on the first church bench. “It’s not anything you’ve done, it’s what you’re not doing,” you finally respond. He stops fiddling with the pentagram necklace hanging on his chest to glare at you, you got his attention. “Oh, please,” you roll your eyes, “I haven’t seen so much angst in a grown man, you’re practically a child.”

He scoffs. “I don’t think you’d speak with that conviction if you knew what I’ve been through,” he spits.

“Obviously losing people isn’t fair, but you’re literally the antichrist and you’re hiding behind the fact that your friend died,” you rebuttal. You shiver at the thought of all your losses, now this church is also going to be added to the list.

He’s shaking his head, dismissively rolling his eyes at you in dissatisfaction. He’s so much like you, it makes you hate him even more. This boils your blood; maybe it’s the alcohol, but his bullheadedness is sending you over the edge. Before he can answer, you want to ruffle his feathers a little more. “I can’t take over the world because my friend died and daddy doesn’t love me, boohoo,” you tease. “Grow up, we’ve all lost people.”

He takes a moment before responding to you, his eyes trailing down your body in disgust. You freeze under his stare. Then his frigid gaze falls back onto yours. “Maybe you’re just too stupid to realize how miserable you should be,” he responds callously, “Does a dumb harlot like you have no bounds?”

You clutch your legs together, his blistering words cause a tingling in your core; he’s never spoken to anyone like this before. Michael can come across as a contemptuous dick, but he’s never purposely been disrespectful. You try to answer him quickly, making sure he doesn’t notice that he knocked the wind out of you. “I’m far from a harlot, Mr. Langdon,” you keep yourself composed. “Tell me, with everybody’s heads up your ass, do your shits just fall out?”

You’re rewarded with a laugh. “You’re a snappy little thing,” his voice is small.

“I’m merely a confident woman refusing to kiss your ass.”

“You’re merely a confident woman who squeezes her legs together when being degraded by a man,” he barks back, no uncertainty in his voice, “I see how you tense up every time I’m around. Every time you’re on your knees praying to my father, praying to me.” You cement in your seat by his sudden bitterness, taken aback by his personality change. “You’re ashamed of your sexual desires, pretend to be a pure flower, but deep down an insatiable little whore.” Baffled by his vulgarity, your mouth opens to respond, but no words come out. You’ve never been muted by the words of another person, it irks you. He dusts off some of his cloak, still sitting pretty like he hadn’t broken his customary tone. “Have I made an erroneous observation, y/n?” he asks, still refusing to look at you.

Your first instinct is to shrug, but he doesn’t see. He finally stops tending to his clothing and pays attention to you again. You feel a smirk stretch across your lips without your consent, almost like a dark entity moving through you. You’re done trying to piss him off, you want to try something else. “Okay, I’m a whore… and?” you challenge him. He cocks his head in confusion. “I don’t see your hands under that cloak, how do I know you’re not relieving some of your own tension?” your voice drops seductively.

“Impossible,” he snaps.

“Impossible,” you mock him. “Why?”

“Because there is no tension,” he explains, shifting in his seat. You don’t reply, you just watch him uncomfortably try to adjust to the situation. Frustration washing over him when you don’t give him the satisfaction of a response, he stands from his seat. You follow suit.

You step closer to him, his eyes locked onto the floors but find yours in an instant. The cerulean lit by the dancing flames of the candles beside him. You’re only inches apart from each other, Michael makes no effort to step away. “Maybe I was wrong about you, Michael,” you whisper. You take another step closer to him, his body lightly grazing yours. He leans into you, pressing his pelvis against your belly. “Maybe all you need is a good fuck,” you bite your lip.

You feel him growing hard against you. He raises an eyebrow. “How are you doing this to me?” his voice is softer than before.

You exhale a laugh almost mockingly. “You don’t need to question it, Michael. Just find the courage to reach out…” your voice low. You run your hands down your body and lightly massage your breasts, a soft moan escapes your lips, “and touch.”

He leans down, his full lips press against yours. You feel him fumbling, so you take the lead. Giving gentle kisses and slowly making them deeper, you run your fingers through his luxurious blonde locks, pulling slightly. He follows your lead, his hands caressing your back and pulling your body into his even tighter. It takes Michael only a few moments to learn how to kiss before he wants to devour you.

His kisses become aggressive and his tongue pushes its way into your mouth. Regularly you’d enjoy being dominated in such a way, but you’re not letting yourself lose control over Michael. You liked having him at your fingertips.

You pull away from his burning hot body and walk to the other side of the alter. He freezes in place, collecting himself from the kiss. You smirk at the lipstick you’ve stained on his mouth. “Did I do something wrong?” he questions.

You shake your head, “No.” He steps towards you again, reaching out to you for more like a bratty toddler. “No more touching,” you order, “and I want you on your knees.”

He grins. “Aaand what makes you think that you’re in charge?” he asks.

“Because you want pussy,” you suggest. He laughs sardonically and you feel your heart sink into your chest. “Seriously, I think you need to learn to be a bit more flexible with your superiority.”

He pushes some of your hair behind your ear and you shift your head to the side, trying to enforce your no touching rule. “I don’t bend,” he retorts.

You step back from him and reach under your dress to shimmy off your panties. He watches your every movement, greedy to have more of you. “Well, everybody knows what happens to things that don’t bend,” you shove your panties in his mouth.

He spits them out. “I’m the fucking antichrist,” he seethes.

“A shitty one at that,” you spit back.

The force of his hand suddenly gripping your throat hitches your breath. Your hands grab his and he squeezes your neck tighter. “You think I’d take orders from a doe-eyed harlot like you?” his blood boiling. You feel yourself soaking from his words, recalling a sick fantasy you’ve had about this exact situation that you’ve concealed deep in your subconscious.

“Then just kill me,” you test his bluff. Now might not be the best time, but you have nothing else to lose. “Do it,” you press.

He squeezes harder one last time before his hand goes limp along with any faith you had in him. You try to discreetly gasp for air, taking in sharper breaths. “That’s what I thought,” you tease him even more. His nostrils flare out in anger and it makes you smile to yourself.

“Show me,” he lowly moans.

You take a seat on the first church bench, still trying to regulate your breathing. “Show you what?”

“Everything.”

You lean back on the bench and he takes a seat on the alter in front of you. You shake your head; a part of you just wants to leave now and be done with the church, be done with him. But a greater part of you wants to taste every inch of his body. To stick around and feel Michael inside you. This part dominates you, and again you feel yourself being possessed by the dark entity.

You reach down and brush your leg with your fingertips, taunting him by lifting the fabric of your dress only to let it drop back to your shins. “You want a peak?” you ask him. He doesn’t say a word; he only watches your hands. You take his silence as admission to reveal yourself to him.

You squeeze your legs together and lift up your dress, opening your legs up to expose your drenched cunt. Michael drops to his knees in defeat, crawling closer to you on all fours. His necklace hangs in front of him, oscillating like a pendulum. He comes so close that you feel his warm breath against your thighs, intensifying the tingling, rather sending an ache through your core.

When your fingers make contact with your throbbing clit, you let out a deep moan. Giving yourself one last rub before withdrawing your hand from your dripping pussy, you suck yourself off of each finger. Michael only watches you, no longer wanting to reach out in momentary greed.

“Do you want to taste it?” you breathe.

“I do,” his voice is faltering, no longer sounding menacing, instead overflowing with lure.

You lift your legs onto the bench, spreading them as wide as you can. “Then show me how hungry that pretty mouth of yours is.”

He starts on your thighs, wasting no time with each open-mouthed kiss he gives. His mouth inches from your pussy, he disregards it to suck on your thigh. You gasp at his hostility, fervently sucking on the inside of your thigh and leaving a love bite. It makes you want to question where he learnt to do that.

He lays his tongue flat on the entirety of your aching cunt, his lips wrapped around yours and he sucks on your folds. You try keeping in your moans, but they escape bit by bit. You feel yourself getting lost with each lick and every suck brings you closer to God. “Michael,” you groan his name.

He buries his tongue deep into you and a moan escapes your chest, you arch your back and impulsively try to close your legs. He pushes your legs apart again and continues to eat you as if you were his last meal. His moans vibrating into your sensitive cunt sends goosebumps all throughout your body.

Your breath gets caught in your throat as you feel yourself starting to come. “Micha-” you can’t finish saying his name, you interrupt yourself with a pornographic moan. Your moans echo through the church, it crosses your mind that the people walking by this cheap backwater building could probably hear you as well. You don’t care, if anything, the uncertainty turns you on even more.

You come undone, screaming all the moans you were previously neglecting. Michael’s glossy eyes look up to you, begging for your come. “You’re so fucking good,” you sigh, your fingers pulling his hair again. The way his tongue ravages your cunt restores the modicum of faith you had in him, if only he brought the same kind of dedication to world sovereignty.

You try to even out your breathing, but fail every time he gives an unexpected lick. Your legs are trembling, you feel your whole body acting on every little whim. Even the sounds you’re making refuse to be silenced. You’re no longer in control of your own actions. You grind yourself on his face and he presses your hips hard against the bench, putting you in your place for messing up his rhythm. You finally feel yourself coming onto him, screaming his name one last time. Continuing to ride out the transitory ecstasy, your pussy incoherently spews your juices and Michael attempts to drink down every drop he can.

The wetness from your soaked cunt pools on the bench, but Michael ignores it to finish off with gentle kisses along your thighs again. “Michael, please fuck me,” you hear yourself beg. Even if the tables have turned and now it’s you pleading for him, you’re too detached to care. “Fuck me like the whore I am,” you continue, emotionally divorced from the words leaving your lips, the only goal is to appear irresistible to him.

“No,” he responds, wiping your lipstick from his mouth. You study his expression hard, now wondering if it was you that had done something wrong. Why wouldn’t he want to fuck you? You’ve gotten this far… “Y/n, just because we came this far, doesn’t mean we have to rush things,” he explains.

You shut your legs, “Did you just hear my thoughts?”

You’re both interrupted by somebody entering the room; the priest of your church, Hannah, saunters in wearing her red robe. Your visceral reaction is to stand from your seat, but Michael stays on his knees. You step away from the bench, leaving behind the mess you two made. “What’re you doing here?” she asks.

“Just leaving,” you mutter, beelining to the door before anybody can stop you. A voice booms in your head, not your own, but Michael’s. His familiar, smooth voice leaves you a message. Tomorrow. Same place, same time. I’ll give you what you need.

You want to question how he can project himself into your head, too, but it would be redundant to keep inquiring his powers. You look back, he doesn’t pay you attention, he’s busy putting your cup back under the podium. You smile to yourself while exiting the church.

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IMPROVE YOUR ROMANTIC LIFE AT THE SINK

How Bad Gums Can Affect Erection!

Proper erection shapes the crux of a happy romantic action life. However, an erection is affected by many health factors and lifestyle.

While there are many reasons like unhealthy diet, stress, smoking, and alcohol that have a terrible effect on erectile functioning, another slightly unknown factor added to the list are gum diseases!

Experiments Prove It!

According to a study published in the Journal Of Sexual Medicine, men with gum diseases are three times more likely to struggle with erections.

The reason why gum diseases affect erection is unknown, but various experiments have proved that men who are taking periodontal treatment experience a difference in their erectile functioning.

Therefore, scientifically speaking proper dental care is a contributing factor to your romantic life!

Flossing Paves the Way to Healthy Gums

People often confuse flossing with brushing. Here’s the difference: brushing ensures that your teeth are clean and flossing ensures that all the gaps in between your teeth, including the crown of gums that are holding your teeth, are clean.

People often take flossing lightly and skip it, but gums are a part of the body too.

Just like all the other parts, gums have to be cleaned from time to time, especially because food is always getting punched in the mouth and is in constant touch with the gums.

Ignoring Flossing Can Lead to Bacteria in Your Mouth!

While you might find flossing time consuming and an unnecessary hygiene step, here’s a little warning bell!

Unflossed gums are home to bacteria which slowly show their effect on gums. These include gum infections, blackening of gums, inflammation of gums, etc.

This not only leads to mouth pain but an erectile dysfunction.

For women, flossing and maintaining healthy gums only affects their dental health, but for men, it’s a crucial part .

The Science Behind Blood Vessels and Erection

When we try to explain the concept of unhealthy gums affecting a man’s erection, biology has an answer to it!

Bacteria in the mouth disfigures and injures the lining of blood vessels which are responsible for extracting and pumping in the blood to different parts of the body.

When a man has an erection, his blood vessels inflate pumping in extra blood to the penis.

However, this process is destructed with the hampering of blood vessel lining leading to less blood reaching the penis and causing erectile dysfunction.

Fitting in Flossing in Between Of Your Schedule

We know that with a busy schedule, flossing might be a hassle! But just give it half an hour before you go to bed.

Flossing is a cleansing process pre and posts your nighttime brushing. Use a floss before brushing to cleanse your mouth and then just brush your teeth like usual.

Post brushing uses an alcohol-free mouthwash to wash away all the dead bacteria and germs from your mouth.

Flossing Also Gives Your Partner a Better Kissing Experience

While we’ve explained the science behind healthy gums and erection, don’t forget a healthy mouth also adds to a better kissing experience.

Recall those after-mint and toothpaste ad commercials illuminating positive vibes from the man’s mouth, which turns on his partner.

Similarly, flossing ensures your mouth is fresh and healthy and also adds in a pleasant smell to your breath.

Best Flossing Products

There are a plethora of dental flossing products available in the market. However, not all of them are 100% effective!

If you are one of those who fancy flavours, you will find various flavours for floss in the market. Each one of them adding a minty scent combined with your choice of flavour.

Many brands are offering an entire dental kit that comes with toothpaste and floss flavours complementing each other. So, there is always a pick for your happy dental care!

Oral-B Glide Pro-Health Comfort Plus Dental Floss

Our recommendation for all gum types is the ‘Oral-B Glide Pro-Health Comfort Plus Dental Floss.’ The most common flavour variant for this is the mint flavour which is reviewed to have the essence of chewing gum.

This floss not only helps remove plaque from between the gums but also prevents gingivitis which keeps you away from any gum diseases.

It is soft on the gums, easy to use due to its natural wax improved grip, and is also priced at an affordable price point of $5.77 for a pack of 2. This product is readily available at any general store or on Amazon.

Other recommended products are Listerine UltraClean Access Flosser, Hayden Clean+ Dental Floss, Reach Mint Waxed Dental Floss, etc.

Additionally, all these floss varieties are mint flavoured which is the best for a man’s breath inducing the pleasant aura in it!

Don’t Forget Brushing!

Squeezing in time for mouth flossing is fantastic! But don’t escape your daily brushing. We often try to rush in a lot of things, and this is a common mistake most men make. Ensure you brush at least twice a day: morning and night during your flossing schedule.

Flossing shouldn’t be done more than once a day as that might make the mouth dry, but brushing can be done many times. However, two times a day is compulsory!

Does Flossing Just Before an Intercourse Help?

The answer is no. Flossing just prevents your gums from damaged blood vessels which ensure proper blood flow to your penis for an erection. However, this is more of a duty and prevention measure rather than a boosting element.

Flossing makes your breath fresher and aromatic but doesn’t have an enhancing effect on your erection.

When to See a Doctor?

Flossing is basic yet the most crucial preventive measure for healthy gums. However, sometimes a few gum infections go out of hand.

Bleeding of gums, excessive blisters, and swelling are rare gum diseases that cannot be solved by flossing. This is when you need to see a doctor improve the condition of your gums!

Conclusion

It is scientifically proven that healthy gums fuel proper blood flow during an erection which is an important contributing factor to happy life!

Therefore, flossing and dental care are essential for a man’s action life!

#improve your romantic life

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May 16th, 2019 10:08pm

BLUESMAN ASKED: 5, 17, 18, 22, 26, 30, 33, 37, 41! I’m also very sorry about your Gizmo. He has won many battles, here’s to hoping he wins another one. Best of luck to you and him, I’ll keep you two in my thoughts!

Whoa, I didn’t expect anyone to see this or respond, haha. Thank you very much! Gizmo seems to be doing a little better today (I think, anyway!) 5) Coke all the way. I hate Pepsi! I’m ashamed to admit we have some in the house right now, but only because they came out with new flavours (mango and blueberry). I’m also ashamed to admit they’re…. okay. But I still prefer Coke! 17) Cooking videos, unsolved mysteries, animals, trying new foods, soda, autumn (and chilly weather!), reading in the bath, fireworks, candles that smell good, SKUNKS, scary video games, Rufus Wainwright, animated movies with cute talking animals, and lots of other things I’m probably forgetting! 18) Death. I’ve had a morbid fascination with death since I was young.. This includes postmortem photography, autopsies, videos of people dying, researching the dying process (and near death experiences!), etc. I don’t derive pleasure from seeing people die; there are some very disgusting folks on the internet who do.. I’ve watched hundreds of videos and each death breaks my heart. I’m just trying to understand 22) I don’t really have any nicknames :( My family used to call me Jeanie sometimes, but that stopped years ago. I prefer to go by ‘Jo’ online - I guess that’s as close to a nickname as I’ll ever get! 26) Probably spending a week with Jim in 2013. I vividly remember going to Wal-mart with him to get groceries, playing Red Dead Redemption and GTA V for the very first time, crying when Slowpoke escaped.. Going for walks, admiring the leaves together, carving pumpkins, discovering Betsy Beers on some shitty public access channel one morning, watching the chickadees at the feeder, seeing furries at the store on Halloween, and other fun memories! It was the first time I’d ever been away from my family for that long. It made me realise how dysfunctional my family was, and how nice it was to have time to myself for once.

30) Both because I enjoy comparing! Also, watching movies is often how I discover books. I didn’t read One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest until I’d seen the movie. Same with The Lovely Bones, The Shining, The Mist (technically a short story, but oh well!) and several others. The books are almost always superior, but it’s still interesting to see how they differ from the movies

33) I’m gonna say the day my dad brought Gizmo home. He was tiny (but feisty!) and riddled with fleas. My parents kept him out on the screened in porch until the flea problem could be dealt with, and I spent every waking minute out there with him. He’s 16 and a half this year - I still don’t know what I’m gonna do when he passes. We’ve been through SO much together

37) Not really, though there have been a couple close calls when riding in the car with my sister. She almost went off the road into a ditch one night and I was SURE we were going to die. Everything felt like it was going in slow motion! I wasn’t scared - I felt very peaceful, actually. Luckily we didn’t die and she managed to swerve the car back onto the road at the last second

41) It’s no secret I dislike my sisters, so I’ll try to think of someone else… Maybe [ REDACTED ]? I still haven’t forgiven him for kicking me when I was down years ago. Also [ REDACTED ] . People I follow retweet them regularly and it stirs up such bad feelings, ugh.

Thank you so much again for the questions, they were a fun distraction!!

#me

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INTUITIVE EATING AS AN ATHLETE

Happy Monday!

The intuitive eating movement is rising, and I am happy to see so many dietitians promoting it on social media and in their practice. I’ve been searching out new podcasts, books and videos on how to incorporate it into my practice more and to learn for myself a different approach to eating well.

However, one population I struggle to find intuitive eating incorporated into is women and athletics.

When it comes to women in sports, an area of concern is the female athlete triad. This is a serious medical syndrome frequently seen in female athletes that consists of low energy availability (often as a result of disordered eating or eating disorders), menstrual dysfunction or loss of menstruation, and osteoporosis. This syndrome is often seen in sports that emphasize leanness for improved performance or appearance, like gymnastics or figure skating.

When the body is not able to support its energy and tissue needs, hormonal changes occur that impact the ability to ovulate or have a period. Over time, poor intake of energy and bone-strengthening nutrients like calcium puts women at risk of stress fractures and osteoporosis. And of course, unhealthy weight loss puts a body at higher risk for illness and injury [and might contribute to “bonking” in events- check out last week’s blog post!]

I am no stranger to disordered eating as an athlete. I have figure skated for 16 years, and during some of the earlier years felt the pressure from media and other skaters to eat a little less to be a little smaller to jump a little higher. [My coach is practically my soulmate so she has always been supportive of me and my health, and at no point was she ever critical of my body size or shape.] I also did competitive Tae Kwon Do fighting for about a year in high school, and trained so heavily I was getting hurt a lot. My coach in that sport actually complimented me on how fast I leaned out, because I looked more “like a fighter”.

I consider myself very lucky because I had a support system that noticed my change in behaviour and called me out on it. Not an intervention per se, but a “Hey, something’s different… tell me about it.” There are still days where my inner voice and I argue about appropriate intake and activity, but the dietitian in me wins every time: “Would I treat a patient this way, inpatient or outpatient? Is that evidence-based?”

So how can we, as dietitians or coaches or athletes or otherwise, support healthy eating and activity in a way that promotes body respect and intuition while also boosting performance?

Remove the focus from “good” and “bad” foods. All foods fit in a healthy diet, even when training. To shift the focus, I encourage people to check what they get from a food. Fruits and veggies and whole grains are awesome for vitamins and minerals and fibre to keep you feeling well and provide the nutrients you need. Pizza and cookies give you a delicious flavour you might be craving or help you bond with team members at gatherings.

Support joyful movement. Activity should not be a punishment. Bad behaviour on the field is not something someone should run extra laps for. Same with food intake. “Fun foods” are not meant to be “worked off” or “earned”. Movement should feel good, challenge you to get stronger and actual derive some sort of “feeling good”, whether you dance to Beyonce in the kitchen for an hour or run marathons.

Allow for stress management. Athletes looking for sponsors while also being in school and performing their best are freaked, man. They need a break here and there. And don’t be afraid to reach out to athletes (or each other if you’re in a team sport) to check in and chat. On that note...

Encourage recovery. Taking a few days off for a nasty cold or missing a workout because you are just way too sore to function supports stress management and can help athletes recover stronger, which might boost performance later. Nobody wants to run or lift on sore muscles. And if the workout is hard enough to hurt people, you should probably dial that back too.

Teach (and learn) mindfulness. Try “body scans” that allow you to think through each part of your body to notice emotions, hunger, fullness, and tension. A cool activity I read about in Robert Epstein’s book “Attending” is “Where are my feet?”. This can be a process, but might actually help athletes perform better because they are more familiar with their bodies and where to position them in space.

Dietitians- how do you support intuitive eating for athletes? What resources do you find helpful in practice?

Athletes- how do you practice intuitive eating? What makes it easier or more difficult?

peace and harmony xox

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122.

1. Who was the last person you went to a café with? What did you and the other person order? >> I don’t remember the last time I went to a café, specifically...

2. What is your ideal atmosphere at a café? >> I like the dimly-lit places with comfortable seating. The ones that are obviously tailored to people who want to pass away some leisure time at a public location instead of just sitting at home.

3. What do you normally do while waiting for your food or drink to arrive? >> I mean, that depends on where I am and how long the food/drink is going to take.

4. Describe one of your most emotional farewells. >> All I can think of is leaving NOLA. I love going there, but dear god I hate the leaving.

5. How have your tastebuds changed since you were a child? >> To be honest, I don’t think my tastes have changed at all -- I’ve always liked things with strong and complex flavours, and I still have samefoods (just different ones).

6. Did you find it difficult to learn how to drive? If you do not know how to drive, would you ever like to learn? >> I would love to fully learn how to drive. The one time I got to try recently wasn’t as hard as I expected, and it felt really good to finally do it. But I still need to like... practice and refine, you know.

7. What is your opinion of music from the 1960s? What is your favourite song from this decade, if you have one? >> I like some of it. I’m not sure what my favourite would be, mostly because I don’t remember what songs came out in which year or anything.

8. If you could live near a body of water, where would you live and why? >> An ocean. Just... an ocean. Because I like it. But the Mississippi River will also do.

9. Think of someone you care about. What do they smell like? >> A bunch of fuckin Aveda products and shit. IDK LMAO

10. What are some personality and/or physical traits that you find attractive that other people would find plain or boring? >> I don’t know? I don’t think about it like that, I just like what I like.

11. Do you own plants? If so, what kind of plants? If not, would you like to grow any? >> I... lmao. We have three plants -- a Boston fern, an aloe, and a mint -- but we... are notoriously bad at plantkeeping. I forget to water them because I haven’t made a routine out of it so it doesn’t stick in my head, and Sparrow forgets because she has ADHD. So they’re always in some state of high disrepair, lmfao.

12. What was your last serious conversation about? >> I don’t know.

13. Is there any sort of closure that you are looking for? If not, when was the last time you felt unsettled? >> I did feel kind of unsettled (or maybe nettled, which is a more appropriate word that rhymes with it!) when I got that IM yesterday. Because... like, at this point, I’m really not sure what he still wants. Obviously not a friendship with me, because friends just don’t treat each other the way he treated me -- mental illness or no. If anyone else did that to me, I’d fucking lambast them all over this website lmao... but I gave him leeway and more just because... love??? Yeah, maybe I need to be reminded that it isn’t love anymore when it just becomes about putting up with someone’s toxic behaviour at the expense of your own health and happiness. I’m not a saint, I’m a person who doesn’t want to suffer for the sake of friendship, just like everyone else on this damn planet. What’s wild is.... does he do this to his other friends, or is it just me?! Either way it’s fucked up, but if it’s just me, that’s... really fucked up, dammit.

14. Do you feel that you have expressions that are hard to decipher? Why/Why not? >> Probably. I don’t know. I think that what happens is my face does a lot of random shit, and if people are trying to use those random expressions as insight into how I’m feeling or thinking, they’re liable to think I’m feeling or thinking something a lot stronger than I actually am. I just have a strangely active face, lmao.

15. Are there any thoughts that you feel that you are terrible at putting into words? If so, what? >> Most of them, lmao.

16. Is there a city that you have a particular fondness for? If so, what city is it and why? >> New Orleans, absolutely, forever. I don’t know. I’m in love with her, I want to always be with her, I can’t ever get bored of her. She frightens me but it’s not repellent. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted from a city. I’m willing to brave her riotous and often deadly climate just to be near her. It’s intense.

17. How comfortable do you feel couch-surfing or going to a hostel? Would you rather stay in a hotel? >> Incidentally, I couch-surfed the first time I went to New Orleans. It went fine. I actually prefer Airbnb over hotels, and despite the havoc its been wreaking in the form of gentrification and other socioeconomic side effects, I’m still glad it exists. I just wish people wouldn’t use it to be dicks, but I guess that goes for anything in this world.

18. What do you feel is your biggest personality flaw? >> I think the thing about me that’s the least pleasant is that I’m emotionally reserved and stunted to the point of dysfunction. Knowing why hasn’t helped me get any better at it, so I try to make up for it in other ways. For some people that works fine, but for others it prevents them from knowing how to deal with me.

19. What are some intrusive thoughts that you have had? Have you ever played them out in your head, or even acted upon them? >> The general stuff, like “I should jump off this roof” or “I should jump into traffic” or “I should push that person in front of the train to see what happens”, you know. Sometimes I play them out in my head, especially the ones that involve causing grievous harm to myself, because then I go “oh god I don’t actually want that, wtf” which solves the problem.

20. How would you describe what it’s like in your mind? >> Well, it’s connected to a paracosm, so it’s pretty vast and weird in there. I don’t really know how to explain my mind without explaining Xibalba, and I’m gonna need a lot more time for all that, so.

21. What is your favourite brand of beer, if you have one? If not, what is a brand of any sort of drink that you like? >> Hmm... Founders, I suppose, or Abita. But I say Abita... when really I just like Purple Haze and the strawberry lager, because most Abita beers kinda just taste bleh to me. But, you know... my New Orleans problem, it gets in the way of everything.

22. Has a dream that you thought was impossible come true? If so, what? If not, do you think that it is likely to? >> Yeah, I didn’t think I’d be living in an apartment that I co-rent with a fiancée, but you know, strange things happen in this life, and it’s not always terrible strange things.

23. When was the last time you felt at peace? >> Right now. There are many moments of just... chill, that happen from day to day. Sometimes my mind takes that as opportunity to obsess about something or remind me of my own mortality or some nonsense like that, but sometimes it’s just... chill.

#surveys #survey #random survey

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