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My grandpa read that this at least 2 times and no

coincidence? prediction? let’s chat…

Y'all I’m not the first to point this out, but my dad showed me this, and I ain’t a superstitious person by any means, but this shit is fucking wild.

Sylvia Browne (a well known medium who had psychic abilities) wrote a book called “End of Days” and there’s one section that predicted the Corona virus (maybe??? idk let me know y'all’s opinions ‘cause I wanna talk about this!)

The screenshot might be hard to read so I’ll requote the book but y'all can Google it too (seriously just type “Sylvia Browne Corona virus).

Anyways here’s the quote; “In around 2020 a severe pneumonia-like illness will spread throughout the globe, attacking the lungs and the bronchial tubes and resisting known treatment. Almost more baffling than the illness itself will be the fact that it will suddenly vanish as quickly as it arrived, attack again ten years later, and then disappear completely.” 

The corona virus can fill the lungs with fluid like pneumonia (for those of you who are like “it’s just like the common cold!” do us all a favor and pull your head out of your arse for a darn minute, you don’t get fluid in your lungs with a cold like you do with pneumonia). 

This could just be a coincidence, right? 

whether it is or not, I’m just curious to see what you guys think, it’s interesting but nothing I’ll loose sleep over, after all we’ve got a decade wait to find out. 

What’s important right now is that everyone stays safe. 

Wash your hands. 

Stop hoarding toilet paper and sanitation products. (first of all, you’re making yourself more prone to get the illness by preventing others from being able to purchase these products, and second of all, there are people who need these items more than you. Don’t think so? How about my dad’s cousin for example who has terminal cancer, and like most cancer patients has a weak immune system and could die by the common cold? BASICALLY STOP BEING SELFISH ALRIGHT? OTHER PEOPLE ARE IN NEED TOO)

Do what YOU can to prevent the spread. like stated before, wash your hands. 

Don’t know if you’re washing them long enough? sing the ABC’s or “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” (should be roughly 30 seconds long, handy trick I learned in a cooking class from middle school).

Don’t touch your face. (germs can easily enter through your sinus’s) 

listen to the CDC!!!

ALSO

I know washing your hands frequently can dry out and crack your hands, lotion helps with this, but please wash your hands. 

one final thing; 

be considerate to retail workers (some people tend to be extremely rude and need to take a chill pill), and thank the health care workers who are constantly at risk as well. (basically this ain’t the time to be a jerk alright?)

I wish my followers and mutuals the best given the circumstances and would love to chat if you guys wanna talk about Sylvia’s prediction!!

@slashscowboyboots @teller258316 @malibubarbievince @sinningsixx @that-kiss-bitch @fanofnightz @niksixx @xx-kurt-cocaine–xx​ @eatmyshiftsticky​

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Requested: Yes, by @lovinghorseskeletonclod

Pairing: Nikki Sixx x Reader

Description: Nikki teasing the reader at the worst times

Warning: Smut

Nikki Sixx was a horny motherfucker and he had no shame admitting it. Whenever he could get his hands on you, even at the most inappropriate times, he would gladly do so. One week in particular though, he physically could not keep his hands off you. And it didn’t matter where you were either.

It started on Monday at dinner with the rest of the bandmates and their girlfriends. Now, Nikki always had his hand on your thigh, it was nothing out of the ordinary. What startled you and actually caused you to bang your knee on the underside of the table, earning a weird look from Mick, was the feeling of Nikki’s fingers softly pressing on the fabric of your underwear.

“Nikki,” you hissed, squeezing his wrist under the table. Looking at him from the corner of your eye, you noticed a huge smile on his face, tongue poking out at the side. “What are you doing?”

“Just having some fun,” he insisted, slightly applying pressure to the outside of your underwear.

“Hi again, everyone,” the waitress bounded happily up to your table. “Will we be having any dessert?”

“No thank you,” Nikki said, cocking his head to you. With a wink, he gently slipped his finger inside you. You couldn’t believe the words that fell from his lips. “I think I’ll eat dessert at home.”

Then on Thursday, Nikki had worshipped your ass the whole day, rubbing, groping, squeezing. You had a phone interview for a new job position, and with Nikki’s fingers running over the soft flesh on your ass, the questions you had prepared answers for had suddenly grown difficult.

“Lastly, Miss Y/L/N, do you have any questions for me?” asked the interviewer. “I’m all ears.”

Glaring at Nikki, you mouthed a quick ‘fuck off’ before turning back to the sheet of paper in front of you that held all the questions you’d prepared. “Yes, only a few! First, I was wondering when the 401k plan would—Eeeeek!” Squealing, you spun around and shot daggers at Nikki, who had conveniently smacked your ass.

“Miss? Is something wrong?”

“Oh, no, ma’am,” you managed to squeak out, your eyes never leaving Nikki. “I just saw a…a mouse, that’s all. Please continue.”

Saturday was the last day you’d put up with Nikki’s antics. It was your cousin’s wedding, and everything from the wedding to the reception had run smoothly. Your parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, they all adored Nikki. They’d asked him questions all through the night and your Aunt Greta even pulled Nikki onto the dance floor. He’d taken six shots of whiskey with your Uncle Lenny, and even sweet little Cousin Shelli had Nikki twirling her on the dance floor. The night had gone perfectly until Nikki drunkenly stumbled over to where you stood at the bar.

“Hello, my beautiful girl,” His words were slurred, but he wasn’t as drunk as you expected. With his hands on your waist, he lay his head on your shoulder, swaying your bodies to the music. “You look gorgeous in this dress.”

Craning your neck, you looked back at Nikki, ready to kiss his cheek. “Thank yo—.”

A sudden gasp escaped your lips when Nikki pressed himself into your backside. You felt the outline of his bulge against the curve of your ass, and you gripped the bar counter.

“As much as I love it on you, I’d prefer it on the floor.”

It was then you decided you’d had enough. Grabbing Nikki’s hand, you pulled him out to the reception hallway, dragging him further away from the reception party itself. You found the bathroom near the beginning of the entrance and you pushed the door open, yanking Nikki inside. With no hesitation whatsoever, you unbuckled his pants, pulling them and his boxers halfway down before take him fully into your mouth. Nikki had been teasing you all week and finally, just finally, you had snapped.

His hand gripped your hair as his hips bucked forward, his cock hitting the back of your throat. Your eyes watered a bit, but the sexual frustration that had been building between the two of you had boiled over.

“Such a pretty mouth,” he groaned, looking down at you through dark lashes. “Such a pretty, dirty mouth.”

You sat helplessly on the floor as he fucked your mouth, tears blurring your vision. Dampness pooled between your thighs, and you craved that moment when Nikki pushed into you, a low groan slipping from his lips.

“Stand up and bend over,” You had practically jumped up at his words, hiking your dress up to your hips and leaning against the sink, hands gripping the edges. Wasting no time, Nikki grabbed your hips and thrusted into you, the sounds of your moans echoing throughout the bathroom as he hammered into you, giving you no time to adjust.

The sensation of his thrusts and the way his hand tangled in your hair was overwhelming bliss. Was it disrespectful to fuck in the bathroom at your cousin’s wedding reception? Probably. Did you care? Definitely not.

“I’d fuck you all night long if I could,” Nikki’s hot breath warmed the skin on your neck as his tongue trailed up to your ear. “God, you have no fucking idea how bad I’ve wanted you.”

Tightening your hands on the sink, you whimpered incoherently as his hips bucked rapidly. He groaned at the feeling of your sex clenching around him, and it was only a matter of time until he was releasing inside of you, muffling his groans against your shoulder. With only a few more short thrusts your orgasm hit, sending convulsions of pleasure down your body.

Nikki rested his forehead against your shoulder, the sounds of your breathing even as you came down from your high. Looking in the mirror, you realized that you had sweat off most of your wedding makeup, and your lipstick was smudged across your mouth.

After fixing yourself in the mirror, you turned back to Nikki who leaned in for a small kiss. “We should probably get back out there, huh?”

Smirking, Nikki shook his head. “Probably.”

Grabbing his hand, you pointed a finger in his face. “Now, do you promise to stop teasing me tonight?”

With a grin, Nikki dropped his eye in a wink, “Definitely not.”

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👀👀👀

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This song hits different, and I feel u Nikki 🖤❤️🖤

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❤️🖤❤️

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Oi oi Yall

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You are a god, thank you

Some words to use when writing things:

winking

clenching

pulsing

fluttering

contracting

twitching

sucking

quivering

pulsating

throbbing

beating

thumping

thudding

pounding

humming

palpitate

vibrate

grinding

crushing

hammering

lashing

knocking

driving

thrusting

pushing

force

injecting

filling

dilate

stretching

lingering

expanding

bouncing

reaming

elongate

enlarge

unfolding

yielding

sternly

firmly

tightly 

harshly

thoroughly

consistently

precision

accuracy

carefully

demanding

strictly

restriction

meticulously

scrupulously

rigorously

rim

edge

lip

circle

band

encircling

enclosing

surrounding

piercing

curl

lock

twist

coil

spiral

whorl

dip

wet

soak

madly

wildly

noisily

rowdily

rambunctiously

decadent

degenerate

immoral

indulgent

accept

take

invite

nook

indentation

niche

depression

indent

depress

delay

tossing

writhing

flailing

squirming

rolling

wriggling

wiggling

thrashing

struggling

grappling

striving

straining

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HOT

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Oh Nikki

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Oh wow Vinny🤤🤤🤤

‪Vince Neil photographed backstage during the ‘Theatre of Pain’ Tour show at the Joe Louis Arena in Detroit, Michigan, 15th September 1985.‬

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What we’re reading, Johan Deckmann

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Awww bri