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cy-cyborg · 1 month

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The Untrustworthy Fake: Disability Tropes

[ID: A screenshot of Willy Wonka from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory as he limps towards a crowd using a cane. In the picture, he has a brown top hat in his hand, and he's wearing a suit with a purple jacket, multicoloured bow tie and cream coloured pants. Beside him is text that reads: "Disability Tropes, The untrustworthy Fake" /End ID]

Tell me if this sounds familiar: A new character is introduced into a story with some kind of disability - usually visible but not always. Maybe they're a seemingly harmless person in a wheelchair, maybe they're a one-legged beggar on the street, or maybe they're an elderly person with a cane and a slow, heavy limp. But at some point, it's revealed it's all a ruse! The old man with a cane "falls" forward and does a flawless summersault before energetically springing back up to his feet, the wheelchair user gets to their feet as soon as they think the other character's backs are turned, the one legged beggar's crutch is knocked out of his hand, only to have his other leg pop out of his loose-fitting tunic to catch him.

All of these are real examples. Maya and The Three introduces one of it's main protagonists, Ricco, by having him pretend to be missing a leg in order to con people (something that works on the protagonist, at least at first), Buffy The Vampire Slayer had the character Spike, pretend to be in a wheelchair, until the other characters leave and he gets up, revealing it's all a ruse and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory introduces Wonka by having him slowly limp out into the courtyard of the factory, only for his cane to get stuck, causing him to "fall" and jump back up, revealing that he's actually perfectly fine. Virtually every single major crime show in the past few decades has used this trope too, from CSI to The Mentalist, Castle, Law and Order and Monk all having at least one episode featuring it in some way. Even the kids media I grew up with isn't free from it; The Suite Life of Zack & Cody sees Zach faking being dyslexic after meeting someone who actually has the condition in the episode Smarter and Smarter and the SpongeBob SquarePants episode Krabs vs Plankton has Plankton fake needing a wheelchair (among other injuries) after falling in the Krusty Krab as a ploy to sue Mr Krabs and trick the court into giving him the Kraby Patty Formula.

No matter the genre or target audience though, one thing is consistent: this trope is used as a way to show someone is dishonest and not to be trusted. When the trope is used later in the story, it's often meant to be a big reveal, to shock the audience and make them mad that they've been duped, to show the characters and us what this person (usually a villain) is willing to stoop to. Revealing the ruse early on though is very often used to establish how sleazy or even how dangerous a character is and to tell the audience that they shouldn't trust them from the get go. Gene Wilde (The actor who first played Willy Wonka) even said in several interviews that this was his intent for Wonka's character. He even went so far as to tell the director of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory that he wouldn't do the film without that scene because of how strongly he felt this trope was needed to lay the foundations for Wonka's questionable intentions and motivations. His exact words are: "...but I wouldn't have done the film if they didn't let me come out walking as a cripple and then getting my cane stuck into a cobble stone, doing a forward somersault and then bouncing up... the director said, well what do you want to do that for? and I said because from that point on, no one will know whether I'm telling the truth or lying."

There's... a lot of problems with this trope, but that quote encapsulates one of the biggest ones. whether intentionally or not, this trope ends up framing a lot of actual disabled people as deceitful, dishonest liars. Now I can already hear you all typing, What?! Cy that's ridiculous! No one is saying real disabled people are untrustworthy or lying about their disabilities, just people who are faking!

but the thing is, the things often used in this trope as "evidence" of someone faking a disability are things real disabled people do. A person standing up from their wheelchair or having scuff-marks on their shoes, like in the episode Miss Red from The Mentalist isn't a sign they're faking, a lot of wheelchair users can stand and even walk! They're called ambulatory wheelchair users, and they might use a wheelchair because they can't walk far, they might not feel safe walking on all terrains, they might have unstable joints that makes standing for too long risky, they might have a heart condition like POTS that has a bigger impact when they stand up or any number of other reasons. Also even non-ambulatory wheelchair users will still have scuff marks from things like transferring and bumping into things (rather hilariously, even TV Tropes calls this episode out as being "BS" in it's listing for this trope, which it refers to as Obfuscating Disability). A blind beggar flinching or getting scared when you pull a gun on them isn't a sign they're faking their blindness like it is in Red Dead Redemption 2. Plenty of blind people can still see a little bit, it might only be a general sense of light and darkness, it might be exceptionally blurry or just the fuzzy outlines of shapes, or they might only be able to see something directly in front of them, all of which might still be enough to cue the person into what's happening in a situation like that. Even if it's not, the sound of you pulling your gun out or other people nearby freaking out and making noise probably would tip them off. A person needing a cane or similar mobility aid sometimes, but being able to go without briefly or do even "big movements" like Wonka's rolling somersault, doesn't mean they don't need it at all. Just like with wheelchairs, there's a lot of disabilities that require canes and similar aids some days, and not others. Some disabilities even allow people those big, often straining movements on occasion, or allow them to move without the aid for short periods of time, but not for long. Some people's disability's might even require a mobility aid like a cane as a backup, just in case something goes wrong, but that still means you need to carry it around with you, and unless it can fold down, it's easier to just use it.

Disability is a spectrum, and a lot of disabilities vary in severity and what is required of the people who have them day to day. This trope, however, helps to perpetuate the idea that someone who does any of these things (and many others) is faking, which can actively make the lives of disabled people harder and can even put them in very real danger, physically, mentally and even financially.

Just ask any ambulatory wheelchair user about how many times they've been yelled at for using accommodations they need, like disabled toilets or parking spaces. How many times they've been accused of faking and even filmed without their consent because they stood up in public, even if it was to do something like get their wheelchair unstuck or as simple as them standing to briefly reach something on a high shelf. I've caught multiple people filming me before, so have my friends and family, and it's honestly scary not knowing where those images have ended up. This doesn't just impact the person either, a friend of mine was filmed while standing up to get his daughter (who was about 4 at the time) out of the car. He was lucky to have stumbled across the video a few days later on facebook and contacted the group admins where it was posted to get it taken down, but had he not stumbled across it by chance, pictures with his home address and his car's number plate, his child's face and his face all visible would have just been floating around, all because a woman saw him stand briefly to pick up his daughter.

Many people don't stop at just saying a nasty comment or taking a photo though, a lot of people, when they suspect people are faking, will get violent. I have many friends who have been pushed, slapped in the face, spat on or had their mobility devices kicked out from under them. I've even been in a few situations myself where, had I not had people with me, I think the situation would have turned violent.

There's even been cases where those photos and videos I've mentioned before have been used against real disabled people and they've been reported to their country's welfare system as committing disability fraud. While cases like this are usually resolved *relatively* quickly, in many parts of the world, their payment will be halted while the investigation is in process, meaning they may be without any income at all because of someone else's ignorance. If you're already struggling to make ends meet (which, if you're only living off one of those payments, you probably will be), a few weeks without pay can mean the difference between having a home and being on the streets.

Not to mention that when there's so many stories about people faking a disability in the media, especially when the character is doing it to get some kind of "advantage", such as getting accommodations or some kind of disability benefit, it perpetuates the idea that people are rorting the systems put in place to help disabled people. If this idea becomes prevalent enough, the people in charge start making it harder for the people who need them to access those systems, which more often than not results in disabled people not even being able to access the very systems that are supposed to be helping them. A very, very common example of this is in education where accommodations for things like learning disabilities require you to jump through a ridiculous number of hoops, especially at higher levels, only to have some teachers and professors refuse to adhere to the adaptations anyway because they're convinced the student (and usually disabled students as a whole) is faking.

Yes, the "untrustworthy faker" is a fictional trope, and yes, it does occasionally happen in real life, but not as often as media (including things like news outlets) would have you believe. However, when the media we consume is priming people to look for signs that a disabled person is faking, it has a real impact on real disabled people's lives. "Fake-claiming" is a massive problem for people in pretty much all parts of the disabled community, and it ranges from being just annoying (e.g. such as people spamming and fake-claiming blind people online with "if you were really blind, how do you see the screen" comments) to the more serious cases I mentioned above. It's for this reason a lot of folks in the disabled community ask that people leave this trope out of their works.

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emperormpf · 2 years

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Chia Pudding with Raspberries, Bananas, chopped walnuts, honey, cinnamon and chocolate and monk fruit butter.

#chia pudding #dark chocolate #monk fruit #raspberries #bananas #honey #cinnamon #healthy eating #gluten free #coeliac

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iliketangerines · 2 months

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Raiden, Kung Lao, or liu kang ((whichever you want to do)) with a reader who is a teacher and works with younger kids- maybe for Raiden or kung kao reader is a teacher in Fengjian- or for liu kang- reader is a teacher to the younger kids at the academy- she or he ((whatever you wanna do)) really likes working with kids and one day maybe expresses she really wants kids of her own and they boys say like “I can help you with that”

give you what you want

a/n: oh breeding kink and kung lao go so well together

pairing: kung lao x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), creampies, breeding kink, nipple play, pussy eating, overstmulation

Kung Lao walks through the academy, trying to escape his lessons for the day and catch a break when he hears the screams of small children in another room

he immediately sprints over, hat in hand and muscles tense, but he just sees you, chasing the kids around the room as they laugh and run to get away from you

you catch up to one of them and raise them up into the air while letting out a faux roar and saying that you caught them

you put the child underneath your arm and continue chasing the rest, and Kung Lao is instantly enamored

a parent pushes by him, and Kung Lao steps into the room as parents start to trickle n and collect the children

you hand them off with a smile and a wave until there’s no one left but you and him

you look at him with a raised eyebrow and ask if he's here to pick up a ghost child or something, and Kung Lao realizes he’s just been staring at you like a creep

he backtracks quickly and says he’s training at the Wu Shi Academy, that he just happened to wander by and see what was up

you laugh and say really, and you shuck off your jacket and go to the center of the room and challenge him to a spar

it ends with Kung Lao underneath you, strong thighs trapping him to the mat, and it’s the start to your relationship

he woos you with food and chocolates and dates to the village, and you teach him how to fight better, how to predict moves and defend his weak spots

you steal kisses from each other when you can, in between classes, in between training, before mealtimes and every time in between

one day, somewhere in the academy, drinking baijiu and grimacing at the taste, you tell Kung Lao that you want kids one day, that you work with them because you love them so much

Kung Lao’s face flushes as he feels his cock twitch in his pants as you continue to ramble, face flushed and words a bit slurred as you sigh

the monk grins at you, turning his face towards yours and leaning in close and telling you that he can help with that

you mouth hangs open for a moment before you grin and pull him in for heated kiss

he groans into your mouth and cups the back of your neck to bring you in closer as he presses his tongue into yours and drags you into his lap

you grind into his aching cock, and he moans into your mouth as you whine into his, desperate for the friction and the pleasure

he pulls away from you, and your lips move forward, as if chasing his

he laughs at your dazed expression, and he picks you up into his arms, taking you to his bedroom and throwing you onto the bed

he leans on top of you, kissing you again and grinding his cock into your hips as your nails dig into his back and you whine into him

he grins and trails his lips down, kissing your neck and sucking a dark hickey up by your jawline, high enough so that you can’t hide it from the world

once he’s satisfied with littering your neck in kisses he sits up, letting you get up, and he strips himself of his clothes as you quickly follow

immediately, he goes back to you kissing down your chest and sucking on your nipples

he nips at them before pressing long licks into the nubs, and your back arches off the bed to get him closer to your chest, to bring him close to you

you moans are desperate and whiny as you beg him for more, and he mumbles into your skin to be patient as he tastes you

he squeezes at your other breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between his rough fingers, and he imagines your chest full of milk, sensitive and raw for him

he grinds his cock down at the thought and sucks harder, as if trying to draw out milk, and you moan loudly and grip onto his hair

he detaches from your nipple with a loud pop before moving to the other one to give it the same amount of attention

you desperate and wet for him by the time he’s done, your wetness dripping down between your legs and onto the bed

Kung Lao trails kisses down from your chest, making sure to squeeze the fat of your stomach and give it a little extra love, and he can imagine you round and full of his children

Kung Lao spreads your legs his with large hands and bites his lip at the sight of your pussy clenching down on nothing and drooling just for him

he kisses the inside of your thighs before pressing his tongue flat against your clit, making you moan and tug at his hair desperately

you grind your hips into his, and he lets you, dragging you in closer by your legs and squeezing at the soft flesh

they’re so soft and perfect around his head, squeezing him as you cry out in pleasure when he gives a hard suck at your sensitive clit

you’re so reactive for him, such a pretty little thing so mindless underneath his touch, and he loves it

if you’re already this sensitive, how much more sensitive would you be when pregnant?

Kung Lao moans at the thought and brings his mouth down to taste you, lapping at your cunt while his nose grinds into your clit

your back arches off the bed, and your hips jerk as you cum into his mouth

Kung Lao hums into your pussy as he tastes your sweetness, and he buries himself in deeper, needing to taste you more and getting high off your sounds

you whine as the overstimulation sets in, and your hips twitch away

Kung Lao growls into your cunt and brings you back to him, telling you to let him enjoy your taste until he’s done, and he dives back into your cunt, fucking you on his tongue and relishing in the way you whine and whimper into the air, pain and pleasure sparking through your body

he makes you cum on his tongue a few more times, his moans growing more and more desperate as your wetness drips down his face and onto the bed, staining the sheets

finally, as tears start to drip down your face and drool pools in the corner of your mouth, Kung Lao comes back up, hooking your legs over his shoulders, and comes up to kiss you

you moan at the taste of you on his tongue, and Kung Lao grabs onto his cock, hissing at the sensitivity, before sliding into you

you both moan at the same time

he stretches your pussy, filling you completely and making your mind buzz with pleasure, and Kung Lao is no better, your cunt so wet and tight just for him

he gives a few experimental thrusts, slow and cautious, and you let out little whines for him to go faster, for him to breed you, fill you up

Kung Lao loses his self-control and starts ramming his hips into your, his pelvis grinding into your clit and making you see stars and sob

he tells you look so pretty on his cock, all filled up and fucked-out, that you’re going to look so gorgeous with his heirs, so pretty all knocked-up with his children

he fucks into you ruthlessly, and you claw at his back as your pussy clenches down on him and creams on his cock

Kung Lao groans at the feeling of you tightening around him, and he spills his seed into you

he stays seated inside of you, keeping his cum plugged inside of you as he peppers kisses all along your face and whispers compliments into your ear

you smile and comb your fingers through his hair as you tell him he was good, filled you up so good

Kung Lao pulls out and watches the cum leak out of you and onto the bed sheets

he wants to shove it back in with his fingers, to make sure not a single drop goes to waste, but he needs to take care of you first

he helps bring you to the shower, and the two of you shower together, washing each other’s hair and scrubbing the day off

the both of you fall onto the bed and cuddle underneath the sheets, and you fall asleep quickly, tired out from taking care of your students and then getting fucked by Kung Lao

the monk takes a little longer to fall asleep, and he places a kiss on your forehead

he hopes you two can try again soon

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gianttankeh · 8 months

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Line-up confirmed for GTNK050: ‘THAT’S THAT THEN’ with USURPER, TINDEGGER, JOYCE WHITCHURCH & CHOCOLATE MONK DJs at Summerhall, Edinburgh: 14/10/23.

As promised, here's the full line-up for GTNK050: That's That Then.

14th Oct 2023 @ Summerhall...

USURPER (Malcy Duff & Ali Robertson's final set).

TINDEGGER (FUA's Tina K & Muscletusk's Grant Smith).

JOYCE WHITCHURCH (Acrid Lactations' Sue Fitzpatrick).

CHOCOLATE MONK DJs (Karen Constance & Dylan Nyoukis).

You can buy tickets here.

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berry-niceblack · 11 months

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Brooke Monk

IG : https://instagram.com/brookemonk?igshid=Y2IzZGU1MTFhOQ==

#Brooke Monk #joli décolleté #beautiful neckline #cheveux chocolat #hair chocolate

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wizardbracket · 1 year

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Round 2: Match 7 of 32

Why they deserve to be the ultimate wizard according to YOU:

Mud Wizard:

Vanquished (so far): NZ/Aotearoa Wizard

"He looks like he wouldn’t support gentrification”

"Gotta go with the mud wizard for the anticop mud magic"

“Outplayed cops with mud magic.”

“Technically I've heard him referred to as mud monk but his vibes pass. He walks easily in the mud while the police sink in. Good for him.”

Amaury Guichon:

Vanquished (so far): Leonardo da Vinci

"We cannot let fucking chocolate guy lose a tumblr poll. Seeing his videos and thinking 'fucking chocolate guy' is an Integral part of the Tumblr Experience"

"Chocolate guy for sure cuz everytime I see a chocolate guy video I go “chocolate guy???? At it again????” Watching him work feels like wizardry”

“Man is a real life wizard”

“Doing what he does with chocolate is not a natural ability. He doesn't have a wand per se but he has a lot of cool instruments he uses for his craft. The cook uniform counts as robes”

#wizardbracket #german mud wizard #amaury guichon #the chocolate guy #mud wizard

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best-fictional-band-poll · 4 months

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The top FOUR from this poll will go through! Good Luck!

#preliminary round #cowboy bebop #monk #almost famous #coming to america #dork diaries #the muppets #homestar runner #splatoon #king of the hill

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e-dubbc11 · 4 months

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Happy Winter Sleepover! ❄️

“Send me a character and a GIF, can be fluffy or smexy and I’ll try and write something based off of it.”

Since we decided Anna needs a sibling… 😂

“Warm kisses on cold skin”

(Maybe mom went inside before everyone to start the hot drinks & dad needs to get warmed up too…)

Thank you for sending this in, lovely!! I hadn’t written any smut for my winter sleepover until now. I hope you like it!

Warm Kisses, Cold Skin

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Tattoo Artist Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+ Please!), Oral (M! Receiving) fingering, P in V sex, couple of swear words, fluffy bunnies and unicorns

Word Count: 1.9K-ish

Summary: It’s date night for you and Billy. Out for a walk after drinks, you stop into the tattoo studio to get a break from the cold. His tattoo chair sees a different kind of action than it’s used to 😉

A/N: Slowly but surely, I’m making my way through the rest of my asks. I still have a few more left but this one was fun.

Part of The Sweetest Pain Series

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

A gust of frigid winter air blew past your ears as you walked down by the water. In the unwelcoming darkness, you could see the white caps as they crested over each other on their way to the shore that you couldn’t see.

Billy did his best to protect you from the icy winds but the bitter cold went right through your coat. With his arms wrapped protectively around you, he smiled against your ear as he asked, “You wanna duck into the studio for a minute to warm up, baby?”

He could hear your teeth chattering as you replied, “Y-y-yes p-p-please!”

The bristles of his beard scratched your lips as you kissed Billy on the cheek while he unlocked the door to his tattoo studio. Once inside, he locked the door behind you but left the lights off.

The humming neon lights were the only lights on inside the otherwise dark room. Instantly, you felt warmer as you walked over to Billy’s office chair next to the front desk, removed your coat, and sat down.

The studio was closed for the night. The two of you were on your way home from having a couple of drinks at The Wicked Monk, the bar where you had your first date.

Maria and Frank were babysitting Anna Raven for the night at their house so you didn’t have to rush home. You had no idea it was going to be this cold outside, or at least, this windy.

“You alright, sweet girl?” Asked Billy, seeing that your teeth were still chattering.

Kneeling down in front of you, he took your hands in his. You could feel the rough calluses against the soft skin on the back of your hand as he tried to warm them up.

Billy’s focus was on your hands while yours was on his handsome face. Biting down on your lower lip, warmth slowly returned to your hands and a tingle ran down the length of your spine.

“All closed up for the night?” You whispered, still staring fondly at him.

Billy continued to warm your hands but moved his gaze from your hands to your face and then he flashed that perfect smile at you as he replied, “Yeah…Shortcake locked up about an hour ago.”

Shyly, you smiled back. “Oh…so we’re all alone?” You asked.

“You know we are, baby.” Replied Billy.

“Kiss me, lieutenant.” You said softly.

Without warning, with wide eyes and raised eyebrows, Billy pulled you by the ankle, rolling the chair right to him, and he firmly planted his lips along the side of your neck.

His lips were warm but your neck was not.

“Baby, your skin is like ice!!” Billy yelled playfully.

“Your lips are nice and warm though, my love.” You said with a wink.

He pulled away and touched his forehead to yours. With desire in his eyes, he swept his hand across your cheek, and kissed you…hard. Your skin wasn’t cold for long as he cupped your cheek, slowly searched the features of your face with his dark chocolate eyes and then traced your jawline with soft kisses.

Pushing his jacket off of his shoulders, you reached for the hem of his gray sweater as he desperately kissed your lips and neck, gently nipping the skin on his way down to your collarbone. The buckle of his belt slipped through your fingers as you unbuttoned his black jeans in between his mouth slanting over yours and yours over his.

Billy wanted you now, his nimble fingers made quick work of the buttons on your red silk blouse and the only reason he didn’t rip the buttons off was because he knew how much you loved that shirt which made you smile against his lips.

“We’ve never done this before, sweet girl.” He whispered against your mouth.

“Never been left alone here long enough, baby.” You replied.

With your bare legs sticking out of the bottom of your unbuttoned shirt, he caught a glimpse of the black lace bra underneath as a sly smile stretched across his lips.

Being careful to not touch the scar on his shoulder, your fingers danced across his upper back and then snaked around his neck. His kisses were all tongue and teeth now as he marked you from your neck to in between your breasts before hungrily attacking your lips again.

His long agile fingers dipped below the waistband of your panties as a shattering moan escaped your lips when he slipped two fingers inside. He loved the delicious noises of pleasure that came from you when his talented fingers moved inside you.

Billy watched you fall apart as he moved them in and out, curled them in just the right spot until you couldn’t see straight, and told you to let go because he would catch you.

“Just come for me, baby. I got you.” He purred in your ear. “That’s it…”

His whispers sent you over the edge, your walls tightened around his fingers while he drew circles on your clit as you hit your peak. Humming into his neck, your knees had started to shake while Billy made sure you were steady on your feet and you weren’t going to fall if he set you down.

Billy’s lean hard body was firmly pressed against yours, his hard length strained against his jeans as a sly smile stretched across your lips, glancing at his tattoo chair that was right behind him.

He gave you a devilish smile in return as he eased himself back onto the chair and you straddled him, reclaiming his lips again then traveling kisses down his neck to his bare chest. Billy moaned and called out your name when you palmed him through his jeans, those sounds encouraged you, making the ache between your thighs unbearable.

He helped you take down his jeans, his cock sprang free as you gently wrapped your fingers around it before taking him into your mouth. A low guttural moan came deep from within Billy’s chest; he tangled his fingers in your hair as words of praise fled from his mouth.

“That feels so good, baby. Taking it all like a good girl.” He said with a soft growl.

Being patient was not one of Billy’s virtues when it came to you. He had waited so long to be able to have you, he never wanted to wait for you ever again. Grasping at your arms, he pulled you off of him so you were looking into his eyes again before his lips crashed onto yours once again.

Panting as you broke the kiss, you said, “You want me, don’t you, my love.”

Billy’s rough fingers dug into your thighs while you were grinding down onto his crotch, the only thing covering your bodies now were your tattoos.

Pulling back on his hair, you forced him to look at you as you sank down onto him, completely sheathing himself inside while sinful noises came from both of you as he easily stretched you out. You were so wet for him.

His touches were electric, they shocked your skin every time he grazed you with his dexterous fingers. With his head resting against the chair, Billy gnashed his teeth as you began to move, slowly at first so you could feel every inch of him, hitting that spot that made your vision blurry and white.

Your cries of pleasure were uncontrollable as you pinned his arms above his head with your sleeved arm, rolling your hips and feeling your walls as they began to tighten, your orgasm starting to build.

Billy smiled against your lips.

“I ALWAYS want you, sweet girl.” He stated as he aggressively pulled his sleeved arm free, and wrapped his fingers around your throat like a choker, continuing to thrust his hips up to meet yours.

You pulled his back away from the chair so his chest was flush with yours. His hair tightly wrapped around your fingers as your movements synched up, becoming hurried and more erratic while your bodies brushed together, his cock hitting your overstimulated bundle of nerves bringing you both closer to your release.

Your fingernails were digging into his back leaving covetous marks on his skin and echoes of your indulgence bounced off the walls of the studio.

Billy pinched your jaw with his fingers, turning your head to capture your lips in a passionate assertive kiss, sending you thundering into your orgasm, his name fleeing from your lips like a desperate cry for help. He gripped you tightly around the waist as he continued to fuck you before spilling into you and chasing his own release.

Collapsing on top of him and trapping his body beneath yours, you smiled against his cheek, his beard tickled your lips as you kissed him and gently bit down on his jaw while trying to catch your breath. His chest rose and fell rapidly as you listened to his heart beating.

“My…little…firecracker.” Billy said, panting in between words. “Holy fuck.”

“You planned this didn’t you.” You said, jokingly with a warm smile and still trying to catch your breath.

You felt him chuckle against your ear.

Acting offended, Billy replied, “I did no such thing. I seem to remember someone demanding a kiss and removing MY jacket and sweater. Ring any bells, y/n?”

“Ok, but YOU wanted to come in here to warm up, Billy!” You said, playfully.

With raised eyebrows and lips pressed firmly together, he nodded and replied, “I did suggest that, didn’t I.”

It was your turn to raise your eyebrows.

You nodded and said, “Yes, yes you did.”

“You’re not sad that I did though, are you sweet girl? I know you’ve always wanted to do this.” Said Billy, gently pressing his lips to yours.

He wasn’t wrong. Even before you and Billy became a couple, you had fantasized about having sex in his tattoo chair…more than once. The opportunity hadn’t presented itself to you until tonight. And it did not disappoint. It was even better than you had imagined.

You felt heat rush to your cheeks as you tried to shy away from him but he pulled you into a secure embrace.

Biting down on your finger, you uttered, “Well…yeah I have always wanted to.” And you laughed into his chest. “I love you, Billy.” You said, softly.

You looked up at him through your long lashes, he smiled his perfect smile at you and whispered, “I love you too, beautiful.”

You looked around at the mess of clothes around the chair.

“We should clean up, handsome. Can’t have the Eds walkin’ in on this.” You said, pulling on your shirt. “Actually, maybe you should get a new chair.” You joked.

Buttoning his jeans, Billy replied with a wide smile, “So, if we made a baby tonight, we’re not naming him Anvil, right?”

You weren’t expecting a response like that so you burst out laughing.

“I don’t think that’s a good name for a boy or a girl, my love.” You said, shaking your head and wrinkling your nose.

“Well, I do have some thoughts about names…ya know, if the time comes.” He said with a loving smile and a wink.

You smiled back.

“Well, I’d love to hear them, baby…ya know, if the time comes.”

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random-doctor-on-the-internet · 2 months

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Hello earthlings, your favourite aliens back! Well, not favourite, I probably don't even make it to the top fifty, but let a guy have dreams.

I am currently drowned in exams and two days late on my art commissions schedule, but I've just eaten coffee beans thinking it was chocolate (don't do that, kids) and decided that it's time for a new BSfLM.

@weirdly-specific-but-ok , tagging you because I haven't bothered you in a while. Read this coffee induced masterpiece and cry.

global cheering

So, since @randomvoices and @zonzolik asked about the cults, I'll talk about...well, the cults. And now, mortals, IT'S SHOWTIME. Neil Gaiman have your mercy, for the worst is yet to come.

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Okay, buckle your seatbelts, here's the story of how I almost got dragged into a cult. Welcome to hell.

Alrighty-almighty, it all starts, as it will end, in some little russian town. You know, these little towns that seem to only exist to say things like "this famous guy was born there", "that famous guy tried to sleep there for a night but was met with a lot of suspicion", "that one blorbo on the net got dragged into a cult there", etc. You see what I'm talking about.

"But, Ash, why were you in this town?", you ask.

The truth is, I don't know. We were looking for a place to sleep, then God decided that my life will be a crossover between Florida News and those traumatic fairy tales from your childhood that you remember all your life, and threw me there. Hi!

So, we arrive there, it's late, almost everyone is sleeping, and we need to stay unnoticed for runaway reasons. The villagers, however, are not very eager to welcome two black haired strangers carrying an impressive amount of close combat weapons. After a bit of useless bargaining, we realised that it's time to pack our bags and hitch the road.

So, we get a loaf of bread for dinner and go away, trying to look very offended. Historians don't say if it was effective. We're almost gone when we see a guy who yells us that there's a small community of monks in the woods who usually welcome well minded strangers.

Sleep in a monastery is better than no sleep at all, we decide, and go in the woods. We arrive, the monks are nice even if not very monkish, they give us some mushroom stew and send us to sleep.

I don't know what they put in the stew, but we both sleep for more than three days. When we wake up, they're all nice, all seem very worried that we haven't woken up earlier. We apologize for abusing their hospitality and ask if we could do something to make up for it. We may be punk, but we have a heart. They happily agree and we spend an unknown amount of days alternating between enormous amounts of sleep and chopping wood, collecting flowers, brewing beer, and other monastery stuff.

We start thinking about leaving, but every time we mention it, they ask us if we could help with something else, and make clear that they won't tell us where they put our travel bags (with the guns inside.). Now that we live with them, we can see that they don't look like monks at all. Neither of us knows a lot about Christianity, but I'm pretty sure monks aren't supposed to wear flower crowns, sleep together, and sing songs about how Nature is a massive slay. They're hippies, we think, nice ones, and keep chopping wood.

They seem pretty excited about the full moon. Is God supposed to look at us through the moon's eye? Is God the moon? Were they secretly werewolves? Who knows. But they were acting very strange when we mentioned it. Told us that we need to see the full moon ceremony, that it will change our lives.

We help them decorate the woods, and put a small monolith around which it's going to take place. They ask Beez to pick a goat, because they're going to do a thing in our honour. Goat meat stew? Why not. Another 2 day-long nap later, it's the full moon. They give us white robes. Beez insists to keep all the things they haven't put away under them. The black-white combo doesn't look good, but it works.

We reunite in the clearing. As soon as the moon appears, they start singing. I don't know that song but it sounds metal. I'm joining them, stammering some lyrics about burning Christians. It fortunately goes unnoticed.

And then, the goat arrives. It's very clear that there won't be any stew. Beez looks at me. I look at Beez. And we run like our lives are in danger, which is probably true. Without the robes, we're almost invisible in the night. And we mindlessly run for dear life, two days of running almost without stopping. I don't know if they sent people after us, but they didn't catch us.

So, yeah, here's how we survived a moonlight cult, and people from said cult obtained two brand new backpacks, a dozen guns, perfectly done passports (it was awful to redo these without being found) and half a loaf of bread. Hope they remember us.

Remember, children, always trust suspicious strangers. Fun adventures might happen.

#bedtime stories for little mafiosi #the Bread story

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iamthecomet · 7 months

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-sets a craisin chocolate chip cookie in your askbox-

I come baring murder ghoul (past murder ghoul actually) Mountain thoughts.

So in my lore for Mountain, he was cast into Hell after death because he committed a serious crime in life and it lead to a sort of "divine punishment" deal.

The tldr is that he essentially massacred the original occupants of the abbey, like, centuries ago, because they killed his wife when he was still human (she was having an affair with one of the monks, had been their whole relationship, but Mountain loved her so he pretended not to know until it was too much to bear).

Anyway, point is, Mountain has a high kill count straight out the gate, but he's calmer now and just... nobody would suspect that he's capable of such things.

Then there's Dewdrop.

Everyone thinks Dewdrop has the potential to kill... but he won't.

He doesn't.

If he ever did, it would be a complete accident and it would probably break him.

Well, after Aether leaves, Mountain notices that some of the lower level siblings are acting a bit too self important.

They think they're hot shit just because they joined the church, and he can see them abusing what little power they have in order to hurt others, and something about that rubs Mountain the wrong way.

And then they start messing with Dew.

Dew's a stoic, so it's hard to tell when something is bothering him, and that is a strength in and of itself, but all of a sudden he's a lot more "explosive", emotionally volatile, and Mountain see that the siblings are poking the bear.

They want Dew to lash out, because they either think it's funny or they want to get him in trouble.

Either way, Mountain doesn't think it's very nice, and a little voice in the back of his head starts to remind him how easy...

How sinfully simple it would be...

Of course, he tries to ignore it, messes with them other ways, but then they start going after Cumulus, too.

That's two of his packmates that are being mistreated, and if one was enough to make him consider it, two...

Anyway, whether he actually does it or not, those siblings go missing, and nobody seems to know what happened to them, but the plants on one side of the garden seem to be growing a lot better than the ones on the opposite side.

Mountain says he added a little more calcium to the soil, and then just goes back to watching his pack play outside.

...Aether gives him a call later to say that he processed the applications he sent over to make the "transfers" look official.

Anywho.

-slithers away-

How did you know I love craisin chocolate chip!? ANYWAY. Lamp, I've said it before but I have to say it again. I adore your brain. It's so big. Mountain being the deadliest of them. The highest kill count. With a long long fuse? Dew trying so hard to ignore it--to keep his shit together until it's impossible?

Mountain trying to hold off. To just let things play out. Dew can take care of himself. And something will happen to those siblings eventually. They will get knocked down a peg. I love that Mountain realizes that he is the thing that is going to have to happen to them. That if they're being shitheads to both Dew and Cumulus it's only a matter of time before they start in on someone else. And Aether isn't there to put an end to it. And Mountain knows how easy it is. How quick. Knows he could end it in seconds. I wonder if he talks to Aether about it before he does it. Wonder if Aether encourages him. Do we think the others know? Dew? Cumulus? Do they know the real reason the flowers Mountain keeps leaving in their rooms are so beautiful?

#comet comments #lamp #murder ghouls #murder ghoul mountain #mountain ghoul

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