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oh-for-fic-sake · 3 years

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Do yiu want to maybe write a lil smth about big dick daddy and his strength.... pleasd and thank u ❤️🥵

Okay hun just a quick headcannon might not be exactly what you were after but porn is ponr 🤷‍♀️ 😘😘

Warnings: smut, nsfw, size difference, toys, car sex, exhibitionism, daddy kink, filth

You bent forward with the slightest of winces, this probably wasnt the best idea to use this particular toy when you had yoga class.

Today was henry's birthday, you were going to skip class but sadly he had a meeting this morning and had insisted on you coming to class.

You really should of stuck to your guns and stayed home

But it was to late now, you were here in the middle of class, this time at the back becuase you were nervous about anyone seeing it through your leggings.

You had a surprise for your sweet boyfriend, it had taken a few days of prep work but you were on the final stage

You see there was an issue in the bedroom. He was ridiculously endowed... like seriously before meeting him you rolled your eyes at that whole 'i can see it in her guts' porn cliche that men tried to boast about.

Not anymore. Nope, it was definitely a thing.

You were thankfull he was strong enough and could lift you with his arms and make you 'hover' as he drilled you mindful of just how much he fed your needy but small pussy.

You could never take him fully and although he never minded it got to you. You wanted to be good for him, to give him everything. And take everythig!

So you decided to get a set of plugs to help... loosen you a tad, it was more a length issue then a... girth?

You were on your second day of your biggest toy and it was strange streaching and doing yoga with the toy rubbing your tender walls.

It was down right torturous!

You heaved in relief as the teacher wrapped up the class and bolted outside needing to get home and cool off

The beep of a horn called you across the road to where henry was waiting in the car.

You crossed the road quickly opening the door throwing your bag behind the passenger seat and climbed in "Ah~fucking fuck!"

Henry froze and cast you a strange look as you bit your lip and shuddered as your ass met the seat...

That didnt make sense? You hadnt been spanked for a few days

"Babe? You okay? Did you pull something?" He asked slowly concern creasing his brow

"I wish, no no i- lets go, i need to get back and chill... need a fucking shower you cringed, you really did, not just to cool down either.

"Okay if your sure" he said pulling away from the curb.

During the ride home he kept a close eye on you, noting the soft mewls and panting... especially when he let the car over rev a little, trying to help with the battery which had been playing up recently.

"Babe your going red, have some of your drink" henry said half way home nodding to your bag behind the seat.

"Yeah.. okay" you hummed unclipped your seat belt, holding the bottle would give you something to do with your hands, take the temptation of slipping you fingers to your crotch as the car vibrated the plug.

You moved leaning over the center console and cralwed back bending over reaching your bag. Unknowingly presenting the little bulging base of the plug in your pussy

"No fucking way!?" Henry growled doing a double take as he saw the little tell tale bump

Before you could ask what he meant a hugge hand came up landing over your slit in a light spank making you moan

"Oh god~ hen!?" You moaned and tried to reverse back into you sea but henrys hand remained on the end of the plug and wriggled it side to side sending you into a chorus of wanton moans

"Baby girl? You wore a plug to yoga?" He laughed enjpying the way you collapsed over the centre console

He moved repositioning his arm to rest his elbow and fore arm on your back fingers slipping under the leggings and following the creas of your ass to the wet pussing lips wrapped around the plug.

"Hen- daddy! Noo let me up!" Ou protested not likejng being bent over in the car for the world to see it they wished!

"Oh hush, we're almost home! Its nothing you dont deserve your naughty girl!" He teased clasping the plug and slowly began thrusting the toy in and out

"Oh gos! Listen to that~ such a messy girl? All drenched and slippy~" you mewled and began panting unable to stop rocking back.

"D-daddy please! Not in the car!"

"So yours embarrassed being caught with your toy in the car, but not your yoga class?-pfft yoga all those streches must have been fun baby girl~ tell me what was your favourite? Is this a naughty little secret?" He spoke cheerfully amused by the predicament youd got yourself in

"No-no i didnt mean it! Daddy its not like that!"

"No? Then why do you have this in your little pussy babygirl?" He asked genuinely curious

"Its for you daddy! For your birthday! I made'em bigger so you can... all in..." you stuttered as he began fuckingnyou faster. But he stopped at your comment

"You've been getting yourself ready so daddy can fuck you deeper?" He said out loud as he managed to pull the car into the drive thanking god this was an automatic.

Cy-yeah! Please-Ugh daddy!?" You cried as with a quick flick of his hands your leggings were at your knees and the plig was pulled free.

He whistled low when he saw just what your stuffed yourself with... definitely longer then anything else he'd seen you use before.

You moaned as he left you needy on the edge.

He didnt waist time just feeling hos wet and horny you were had him fully erect already.

He ditched the plug on the passenger seat paying no mind to your yells of 'is gonna stain!'

Deft fingers latched onto your hips as he pulled himself free.

"God your such a good girl~ so precious" he purred before hoisting you to straddle him and without hesitation impaling you on him fully.

"F-Fuuuck! Daddy it oh god!" You groaned feeling him press you down onto his thighs tightly grinding hissing through his teeth.

"Fuck! Fuck thats-god your so hot! So tight babygirl~" you whined as your leggings at your knees was stretched across his chest pressing your legs high and spread like a resistance band holding you open to him

"Ah daddy ! Please! Fuck please move!" You cried for him to fuck you despite being on top.

He chuckled heeding you and held your waist tightly before lifting your, bobbing you up and down on him.

He grunted straightening his legs into the foot well and moved you faster, just like he would a fleshlight useing your body as his own toy, only this time you were accepting him entirely.

His head rested on the head rest and he moaned louder widening his thighs reveling in the feel of your ass beuching his balls as he drove deeper.

You panted moaning and wriggling squirming in his grasp as he used you properly for the first time.

You fought him as things got too much, but it was no use, he had clamped his hands on you and was too lost to give any wiggle room. You loved it!

Then finally with a huge growl and roar he tugged your hips to his in bruisong thrusts markingnyou with his fingers as he plundered you in the last few thrusts

Bringingnyou high enough you feared oud hit to roof of the car.

Just as quickly as he'd taken you he finished locking you to his lap pressing as far as he could into your body floddjng your jnsides sendingnyou into your own orgasm

You flexed and kicked your entire body trembling and fighting as he held you still feedinnyour cunt as much as he could.

"Fuck! Fuck that- why has it taken this long to try car sex" you panted slowly coming down from your high.

"I dont know, but fuck if that wasnt the best quicky we ever had"

"Beats the public bathroom" you agreed

"Hands down... soo round two?"

"Inside... i can hear kal barking" you uttere flushing tipping your head hearing the bear belting out the song of his people

"Good shout..." henry chuckled

"Henry... happy birthday" you uttered

"Thank you... it's best present ever... how long you been wearing them?"he said nodding to the plug that had left an embarrassing puddle onnthe leather.

"Only a week" you shrugged leaning over grasping the plug.

"Used to it then?" He quipped staringm off in thought

"Yeah pretty much... why?" You answered anxiously

"I expect this as my very own homecoming treat from now on babygirl... do you understand princess?"

"Yes daddy~ comemon lets go inside i want round two!" You giggled nodding to him excitedly. You don't mind the inconvenience of plugs if it gives you mind blowing sex

"I thought this was my present?" He pouted sweetly at how excited you were for his present

"You gonna say no to round two daddy?" You teased prodding his chest the little sweat patch on the grey tshirt making your mouth water, you couldn't help it you were far too gone.

"of course not! Lets get your cuffs out!" He laughed patting you ass prompting you to climb off of him and crawl back to the passenger seat and redress.

#henry cavill #henry cavill imagine #oh for fic sake headcannon #oh for fic sake ask #henry cavill smut #henry cavill x you #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fic

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onegayastronaut · 5 years

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A Local Pestilence (Hope Mikaelson x Reader)

Requested by anon: Heyy I love your blog so much, could you do write a hope mikaelson imagine where y/n and her are dating and Landon has a crush on hope which makes y/n jealous and annoyed all the time but hope tells her that she's only interested in y/n- some stuff like that

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Landon was such a thorn in your side, you didn’t know how he has managed to keep his head on his shoulders for so long. Lizzie had offered to help you set his hair on fire, and one of your werewolf friends had told you that he could help you “take care of business” in return for a favor later on in the school year. You had turned down both of these offers despite being very tempted to take up both of these offers, but you trusted Hope with everything. The reason why you wanted Landon gone was that he would constantly try to flirt with Hope. Everything from following her around asking all sorts of questions to straight up flirting with her, Landon made you want to pull all his teeth out and make him thoroughly suffer for trying to steal your girlfriend from under you. However, you controlled your rather violent urges because you knew Hope would never leave you for that sorry excuse for a mophead, or anyone else for that matter. Hope had better taste than that.

That being said, your patience was being sorely tested today. You were waiting for Hope at your usual spot next to the lake when you heard a familiar grating voice drifting over. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Landon was up to his usual tricks (yet again) by following Hope out of class.

“Hey Hope, did you know that your eyes turn this really pretty shade of blue out here in the sun?”

“Yes, because my girlfriend tells me that all the time.”

“Oh, well, are you free to hang out tomorrow? I need extra help with training and I heard you were the best.”

“I really have to go, Landon. My girlfriend is waiting for me.”

“Okay, see you later then.”

“Or hopefully not.” You muttered under your breath.

“H,i babe. How’s it going? Ready to eat?”

“You know I’m always ready to eat. Come on.”

As the two of you made your way towards the lunch area, Hope couldn’t help but look at you with a little frown every once in a while. Something was disturbing you, and she was determined to figure out what it was. “Babe, there’s something bothering you. What’s going on?”

“Wait, how did you know something was bothering me?”

Hope put her thumb between your eyebrows. “Little wrinkle right here tells me everythig.”

“It’s not what you’ve done or anything. It’s what’s going on with Landon.” Hope’s eyes immediately registered comprehension as to what was bothering you. “He just does not seem to understand boundaries. Every single day he’s asking for a more ‘private’ tour and he wants to spend pretty much the entire day with you. It just seems like he’s taking you away from me.” You kicked at the ground a little bit, more in embarrassment than anything else. Landon was an irritating fly that just wouldn’t get out of your life, but you trusted Hope to do what was right. You loved Hope more than you’ve loved anyone lse in your life, and to see this unimpressive guy try to steal her away from you was irritating to the extreme.

Hope, on the other hand, could tell how much Landon’s actions were bothering you, and the last thing she wanted to do was hurt you. However, Alaric had also asked her to personally assess any skills that Landon could have, and that meant she had to spend time with him. Even though Hope had agreed to help him, you would always come first to her. She would not do anything to hurt you. “I can talk to Alaric to see if there’s a way for me to get rid of Landon.”

“There’s no need for that. How about this, babe I’ll take over training for Landon and you can do...whatever it is you’re doing to test his abilities.”

“Babe, no, I don’t think that’s necessary.” Hope could tell what you were planning when it came to “training” Landon, and a bruised, complaining Landon would cause more trouble than it was worth.

“I think it’ll be very much worth my time.” You skipped off to the cafeteria to get two plates of food. You were going to need as much food as you could handle if Dr. Saltzman let you do what was on your mind.

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It didn’t take a lot of convincing for Dr. Saltzman to agree to you asking to assess Landon’s combat abilities. There is just something very exciting about beating the guy who has been annoying you for the past few weeks to a pulp, and you couldn’t wait to get started. Hope, Lizzie, and Josie all wanted to watch the training, but you expected that they all just wanted to see Landon have his ass handed to him. Landon had a way of getting on everyone’s nerves, and it seemed like everyone knew he was just there because no one knew what to do with him.

You could not wait to give them a show, and waited patiently on the edge of the mat for Landon to make a move. It didn’t take an expert to see that Landon was out of his element, and he clumsily attempted to take a swing at you. Ducking easily, you tackled Landon and had him pinned down in a matter of seconds. You put him in a stranglehold and didn’t let him go until he tapped his hand several times on the mat.

“Dude, you’re really aggressive.” Landon put his hand on his knees in an attempt to catch his breath.

“You haven’t seen the least of it.”

As you walked away from the training grounds with Hope, she leaned against your arm. “Poor Landon.”

“Are you saying you feel sorry for him.”

“Not really if I’m being honest.” If she was being completely truthful, she found your actions really hot. Hope couldn’t conceal a snort as she led you to her room. The two of you were going to have a lot of fun tonight.

#this...was just a pure anti-Landon fic #hope mikaelson #hope mikaelson x reader #hope mikaelson imagine #legacies #legacies x reader #legacies imagine

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futurewriter2000 · 5 years

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Ophelia ~ pt. 3

A/N: I wrote this as quickly as I could. I really felt this fic and idk why. I don’t know how to end it so I keep making it longer and longer. But now I really have to go study.

The next time you saw James was in the Common room the next Sunday morning. He was alone, curled up in the corner of the sofa. He was hugging his knees and staring at the pair of glasses on the table. His eyes glanced up at you but they quickly looked away and he turned his back on you.

There was so many voices in your head telling you to walk away but one voice from your heart told you to talk to him. And sometimes as much as you didn’t want to listen to it, this time, you knew it was right.

So you took small steps towards him, quietly and softly before sitting on the sofa next to him and leaning your head to see him. His perpetual smiling eyes didn’t shine brightly anymore. They were empty and... sad.

“I’m sorry.” you said and brought your knees to your chin, mirroring his position.

“It was supposed to be our song.” his eyes flickered to you, his iris and pupil shaking as he tried to hold bak the tears. “Our dance.”

“I know.” you looked away, feeling a big knot form in your stomach. “But you told me to leave. You told me you didn’t want anything from me anymore-”

“Do you think that’s what I wanted?” he furrowed his eyebrows, sitting up straight. “To never see or talk to you again- (y/n), I’ve known you since we were five years old. Life without you doesn’t exist.”

“Then why did you-”

“I just wanted to fall in love with Lily.” he kept staring at you but you just knitted your eyebrows in a confused expression and stared back.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m in love with you, (y/n).” he said with a sore throat. “I told you to leave me alone because I couldn’t be with Lily while thinking of you. I just wanted to forget I ever felt something towards you.”

The words, now already spoken, shocked you like an electricity awekening your heart. Was he being serious? Did he mean the words he said?

“You- in love?- what?” you narrowed your eyes at him, completely bewildered by everythig that was happening.

“You know, (y/n)? I just knew it was always one-sided. That’s why I started dating Lily.” he got up from the sofa and grabbed his glasses.

“James! Wait!” you stood up as well, grabbing his arm and forcing him to turn around. “You can’t just drop a bombshell like this on me and expect to leave.”

“Well, if you are here to tell me you don’t feel the same there’s no worth staying, is there?”

“James, I don’t know what I feel!” you somehow snapped at him. “One minute ago you want me gone and the next you’re telling me you’re in love with me!”

“I never wanted you gone, (y/n)! I am in love with you! And I don’t know how to get rid of that!” he shouted back, staring at your eyes.

“But-”

“Do you feel the same?” he cut you off before you could speak, yet this time his tone was low and calm and his hand slid down to grasp yours.

“I- I-”

“Just answer the question.” he looked down at your holding hands, not looking up until he felt as if you were about to move your mouth.

Though your lips stayed sealed together and at the moment you couldn’t say anything without being sure of how you felt for him.

“I knew it.” he simpered and turned to leave, his hand slowly ripping apart from yours. “I’ll see you around, (y/n).”

But the moment his hand left yours, the moment he spoke those words, every single emotion, every single organ, nerve and thought kept telling you it was wrong. Wrong when he wasn’t there with you, holding you, being with you.

So you just ran towards him, wrapping your arms around his back and begging. “Don’t leave me. Please, don’t leave me.” your voice kept shaking and your fingers gripped his shirt.

He turned around without a doubt, hugging you back but not saying any word. Because he felt it too. How right it felt when you were with him, holding him,...

“I don’t want to lose you, James.” you looked up at him with teary eyes, your hands sliding up his chest and to his cheeks. “I don’t want to lose my best friend but I also can’t give you an answer about- about what you told me. “

“It’s not about an answer, darling.” he spimpered and brushed his hand against your cheek. “It’s about if you feel it too. And clearly you don’t.”

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter imagine #sirius black #sirius black imagine #remus lupin #remus lupin imagine #peter pettigrew #peter pettigrew imagine #marauders #marauders era #marauders imagine #marauders imagines

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vallany-was-here · 5 years

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Do you think Kique saw your video?

Well I don't know is he saw it but he definitely knows about it. A couple hours after I uploaded it someone posted in on his dA profile.

The link is now long gone of course. Since he deleted it off of the surface of the Earth he most definitely knows what's it about. I'm not sure if he watched the whole thing or just a couple minutes and then ran to his discord ass-kissers to fix his demaged ego. But yeah, he knows.

Now the thing is how to introduce it to his supporters so they can se what a shitbag he is. A lucky few might have clicked on the link before he deleted it but that is about it. This guy censores and deletes EVERYTHIG that speaks about him or his comic in a negative light and I'm positive he sees this video as a major thread. You cannot post on Smackjeevs or Patreon (unless you are one yourself) and his discord is exclusive as well. The only way this could get introduced to people would ether be a) one of his fans posts it in said server or on his Patreon or b) he himself refers to it.

Now we all know people are curious and love to dig around. Also if you tell them not to do something, they usually do it. So all I need Kique (or his fans) to say is "there is a hate video on me and my comic, don't look at it if ur a true fan" and boom it's all over for him. As I said, people are curious and like to dig into stuff and if you tell them they shouldn't do something there is a high chance they will do the exact thing. (Fun fact: this is actually how I found out he's a dick)

I can only wish this will spread like wildfire. Vid has over 300 views already, tbh I never expected I'd get so many but I'm so glad it did. Now all I wish for is for him to do some very needed self-reflecting, loose so many patreons it'll make him get a job and cancel this bad excuse of a comic.

#ask #home video #asmundr #kique

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how-gross · 2 years

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Of course soemthing has to ducking go wrong if FUCKING COURSE. Why the fuck did I expect to have a god day, a good fucking month, for once?! Why did I think that I deserve that?! I can never do anything ducking right. First the floor is cracked to shit, then mt phone, and now my goddamn iPad. The second iPad my mom had to pay for me and it’s not even the second semester yet. I’m so fucking careless and stupid and idiotic and disrespectful and spoiled— I just love to waste my mom’s goddamn money. I just love to get what I want in the end because I don’t have any fuckignconsideration for others hard earned money and now I’m just expected to get over it because we can get it repaired. I don’t deserve anything food. I’m a destructive piece of shit who deserves to die: that’s it. That’s all there is to it. I Waite sun til the last minute, caught up on some stuff, but now my ipads broken and everything scone to shit. I’m a selfish bitch who can’t do anything right. Nobody wants me here, I jsut destroy everything I touch and I’ll destroy them too.

And then she’s just wants to make everything fucking worst by threatening to put me in a mental hospital - for a SECOND time - if I cut myself. And then tried to soften the blow by saying “I’m already going through a lot right now and I just can’t” and “you might as well get over it, it’s over and done with”, like that fucking solves anything. And then she’s gonna tell the whole whose fuckign world about it, telling my stepdad and my grandmother— ITS NONE OF THEIR DUCKING BUSINESS WHY THE FUCK DO THEY HAVE TO FUCKING KNOW?!! WHY ARE YOU SO CONVINCED THEY HAVE TO KNOW ITS ALREADY EMBARRASSING ENOIGH I BROKE SOMETHING JUST BE FUCKING DROPPING IT WHY DO YOU HAVE TI AKKE THINGS WORST YOU ALWAYS RUIN EVERYTHING I SEE WHERE I FCUKING GET IT DROM I HATE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH I WANT TO YEL BUT THEN JM THE OEN BEING DISRESEPRCUKF EVEN THOUGU YOU DUCKIFN SCREAMED AT ME MULLIOJS IF TIMES BEFORE BUT NOW WHEN I TRY TO DEDEND MTSELF IM DO FUCKIGN DISRESPECTFUL AJD UNGRATEUFL IM SO FUCKING UNGRATEFUL

OF COURSE YOURE GOJAN THEWATN TO SEND KE TO A MENTOA HOSPITPA BECAUSE TOU YOURSELF ADMITTED YOU DOTJ WNA TTO DEAL WITH ME OF COURSE TOUD ONT WHY DOES ANYONE WAHT TO DEAL WITH ME IM JUST A FUCKING WRECK A GODDAMN MISTAKE ON THIS GODFORSAKEN EARTH I HATE IT HERE SO FUCKING MUCH YOU SAID IT YOURSELF “I’m not gonna stress myself over this—“ YOU SAID IT YOUR FUCKING SELF “I’m already going through all this shit” YOU ADMITTED IT YOURSELF IM A GODDAMN BURDNE THATS ALL I WANTED TO HEAR THAT IM A GODDAMN BURDEN JUST SAY IT SCREAM IT TO THE HEAVENS IM FUCKING FINE WITH IT JUST YELL LET YOUR FEELINGS GO SEE IF I FUCKING CARE

I just want to fuckingndie at this point. Anything would be better than this. I don’t want to talk to anybody. I don’t want to eat anythigg Nu ever again. I don’t deserve good things, everythig I touch I ruin. I deserve to die. I deserve to die. I don’t fucking care at this point, I’ll kill myself slowly if that’s what it takes. She can’t check my body if it’s from the inside. It’s better this way, everyone will be so much happier with my gone. I won’t destroy anything, I won’t hurt anyone, I’ll be gone and everyone will be happy and cheer to the fuckign skies that I’m gone.

#mother knows best #vent #tw cursing #tw #trigger warning #tw capital letters #tw self blame #tw self hate #tw suicidal thoughts

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xottzot · 6 years

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2018-04(APR)-22nd--Sunday--(to Noon & Beyond)---my & our hope hss been destroyed-it was never allowed-and it rained.

Was woken as I said eitlier by dear Sam and dear Max desperatly needing to go outside after terrible loud thunderstorms waded acros this hellhole area.

I went with then and took them outside, they did what they had to do in the darkness, but did it any and everwhere all over he backyard, (which I've just spent ages cleaning all up now and transporting it by hand to the pit-pile that deasr Fliss an I bulit many years ago when she was here. It was built exactly for that purpose, and it enriches the tree and bushes there.

I suppose I am just lieke my poor dear gentle deceaserd mother in that regard.

And btw, plese frogiveany mistakes i my typings. My damaged forerearm wrist has bleeding and aching quite a bit as I have strugled to do anything. Robert of course does nothig except to do things for himself, just as he has taken over the entire kitchen area to do 'his cooking', this in adittion to all that he did yestreday the ame and doing his cooking....two days of taking over the kitchen for himself. Then packing littl plastic containers with food and storing them into the fridge, only to take them all out again roday. To him, this is just his 'day of cooking' and he will get violent if he is impeded in any way or even if I try to go into he kitchen to make myself a slice of toast. - And so I am forced not to be able to eat at all for many many hours until he is satisfied that he 'is done' in the kitchen....

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At 11:29am.......aborigibal youths (2 of them on the same loud offroad unregistered motorbike riding together with one of them wearng that red pattered shirt as usual), they rode along ON the roads from the Koongamai shops sirection, turned off the engine, yjem rolled.coasted straight into th driveway into the aboriginal criminal hosheold in Kalara Way, the house that has a knee-high front brick fence that they all sit upon like crows amongst the overgrown bushes there and hide from being see by roaming Police vehicles. It is like a jungle to stop any Police from being able to se in there. And Police roam past and see nothing becauase Police only stay in Police vehicles and never hardly ever walk around on foot anymore ever at this hellhoel area. - At this hellhole area, Police foot parols are only something that exists in fantasy and Sherloch Holmes stories of which criminals and Police scoff at and ridicule at this helhole. You should know that dear Fliss, and you have see that for yourslf.

All there is here about this hellhole is high-tech methods shoehorned into service to battle base level prmitives crimes done by primitives and violent thugs and primitives of all ages, who start out as shitty diper dragginig todders wandering litreally in the stests and progress from there........

But now the drunk and drunken and druggged up with all manner of illegal shit (of all ages) primitives have ipods, and mobile phones, and pices of wood and knives and weapons to atack each other and harm all others, som of it bandied about as 'payment for services', or even supplied by departmentals.......and they get whatever newest models they can get their hands on.......

Meanwhile, the old guy wit the big green sheet metal fence has to rely upon a big stick he wields for protection and bangs it on his gate to try to deter leering crimials from once again from viciously atacking him.

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I doubt whether where wil be ANY Police presence as always in this hellhoel area. And it's not trendy enough to make it as photos in any newspaper or online, but the same shit will be going on......and perhaps the Police will deign to suppply one marked vehicel when a single event erupts out of control before it is quickly whisked away and the abo's are all agitated and romaig around for teh rest fo Sunday and into Monday. - That is the standard mode of shittiness about this hellhole area.

If you tryo to talk to any Pliceman, they either demand to know whatever details you knw abut the very specific incident the Police are dealing with at that moment, or they shoves you aside out of their busy way or they ignore you. All this has happened beofre and it will happen again. Just a it all has done so for YEARS and YEARS and YEARS and YEARS...........

The Police and authorities are always rushed for time. And yu know that any information you give them will just vanish and evaporate and never be part of anything worthwhile. That has ben the way of it all for so many MANY MANY MANY years.

Innocent people just give up trying. - Or they remain low and quiet and hope all the shit blows away (it never does it just morphs into other things). - Or as so often is the case here at this hellhole, inocent peoeplare forced to move away, and where they oce live is taken over by the criminals, the ones who made their lives hell, the ones who made life hell for all their children, the elderly, their pets, their meagre posessions their very places where everyone was trying to love quietly. - In this was the crimial ghetto of Kalara Way street has grown....grown just as I forecasted it would long ago......and it now encpompasses several houses in Kalara Way street.

If Fliss took a slow drive along the street with comentary, she would be shocked at how it has all changed,

It has not 'gentrified', it has gone the other way downwards......and don't those ones love the criminal ghetto that they have built..........

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When I am gone and dead, just like others before me now......the Bergers, Mrs Howie, Mr Morten, and others I never knew the names of but knew them in sight alone, all who weer friendly and kind and considerate and sharing and my dear Mother knew them all too and everyone was friendly and would rush in to help for teh smallest of thing because this was a social community, where families watched over and took care of others....as is the human way.

The 'ones' here now are of ALL AGES are the opposite and only exist to exploit not ony any an everyone but even their own families and friends and endless relations who blow-in, do crime and shit and violence, get beaten out and away, only to return in drips and drabs and with others totry to ingrain theselves into it all again and bring up the next generations just like them....... - And all THAT'S what's been hapening here for YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS AND YEAR......

I am dying.

The old guy with the big green tin metal fence is dying.

Others are dying.......

Even others who thougt themselves young and able are now finding themselves older and on the way to dying at this hellhole area......

And thugs have once again been moving in and trying to estabish themselves as kingpins in their own ways.......

The Kongamia Shops are a somehwat of a nexus point as well as a place for witnessing it all, despite them too being victims of it all.

Gone is the friedliness that once existed there between show owners and shops workers and cuctomers........now it's apprehension as if being wtched over lest you might pull a knife out of your jacket or from your pants and perform violence at any moment. There never is anymore time for gentle friendly talking, it's just hurry up and buy what you want and get out, NEXT! even before you've gooe out the front door, a front door which you hold open for the next people entering our of normal courtesy but which they show none at all as youths of both sexes rush in and barge past you with a word.

At 20 minutes past noon (12:20pm), once again from out of that aboriginal criminal houshold in Kalara Ways street, opposite Fatgut's old criminal aborigial household, he has come that red-shirted aboriginal youth (the one who hides up in trees from Police) out on the loud motrocycle again ON THE ROADS and it sounded like he had perched in front of him an aboriginal toddler just out of dispers or still in diapers......and they went onto Koongamia School property with lots of yellling.

It's not raining. But things are wet. The roads are wet. And more rain is forecast for today and over the next several days. Perfect to cover their tracks up.

But Police KNOW who illegally rides all these things illegally.........Police do what they do and have done so for YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS.......and nothing........

Nothing ever gets better at this hellhole area....nothing.........it only gets worse and goes around in cycles for YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS.......

Still to come as I forecasted is all this shit being done with cars.......and then watch the authorities all again seem to jump up amazed saying,' Oh we could never have expected all this to happen! This is totally unexpected. We don't know why this is going on but trust us, we have everythig under control......." - And a politician will shove their face into being seeen publicly to be doing 'something' just as long as it's nothing that will bunce back on them at all.....and they can disavow having all knowledge of at a moments notice whilst they wallow in more photo-worthy events like cute animals and such......and the politicians face-lifts keep making them look more younger and younger and 'relevant'.....but it's all just a sham, lies and bullshit.........and the crime and criminals still keeps going on and on and on.....

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I love you dear Fliss and want to be with you just as you promised us both.

For if not, I should just kill myself right now and stop prolonging this forever hell where only the criminals thrive and multiply JUST as I'v been saying for MANY YEARS........and which has EXACTLY COME TO PASS AS I SAID IT WOULD..........

And as soon a I'm dead.......ony then will it all suddenly seem to change, bulldozers will move in, wipe out all these homes and places, and remodellings and 'youth orienteted' places will be built, and useless mini-parks will be built that caters to the roaming criminals, and the Beellevue railway line will try to push it's way closer to here and migt even get as far as into this place where it was many years agao when my dear mum and I first came into this area looking to have a good new qyuiet life amongst honest people and honsest children, and to enjoy the corner shop being close since we had no car at all and never did until I was old enough to go into debt and get one, whilst others just stole cars and did whatever the hell they wanted and so that was all part of that rise in shit and the population moving in of those kinds....and which terrible depressed and upset my very poor inocent mother buy we struggled and tried to feed ourselves and shared our food whenever we could.

The past is NOT today.

Today is hell.

And hell upon anyone who dares to still live from any of those times.

Hope is just a word bandied around by politicians and those out to exploit and offer false asurances.

Dear Fliss brought hope to me and to us....and we were all set and we prepared to move on and be away from this hellhole and to never think about all this ever again......but then dear Fliss go every ill....not nce....but twice........and I was viciously blamed for all of her woes when that was never ever the case.......Fliss has vanished......is she in Tamworth, New South Wales, with her parents who blame me for all the things that FLiss had long before I ever met dear Fliss and they have kept me out of any and all contact with dear Fliss and lied to dear Fliss I am sure....to convince her of the imagined false memories she has bouncing around in her afflicted mind.....

I love YOU dear Fliss and want to be with YOU. - Only YOU dear Fliss knows everything I always write about is the TRUTH.

And just like you dearest Fliss....nobody believes me about anything......just a what happened with you.......

THAT motrobike is again loudly tearing about all ON the streets close to 1pm and has been for ages. Western Australian and Midland Police and authorities are utterly useless at maintaining any law and order abut this hellhole area just as they haven't been so for DECADES.....they've only caused it to shift from one house to another (ALL AFFILIATED) AND the babies that were rampant everywhere, they became toddlers in diapers and were roaming on the streets in traffic everywhere and which some of that barely made it into local unread newsapers and unseen NEWS stories which resulted in a temorary cessation of it all....but it's NEVER EVER gone away because the SAME ONES RESPONSIBLE FOR IT ALL they never went away and have been allowed to multiply and gather in huge groups in ghetto houses right across the road from each other, right across the road from the Koongamia School, just around the corner from the Koonamia Shops which there is also a liquor store there too.........

If their 'routines' follow their shittyness.......there will/may be yet aother 'incident' soon, either in the strets or at the Koongamia shops area.......maybe a few loud Police vehicels, maybe not....maybe a street incident (AGAIN), or maybe not........and maybe or maybe not on Monday the Police will very very quietly and quickly slink into the streets and try to make sense of it all or to cover it all up as usual,......they might visit the aboriginl criminal houshold in Kalara Way or fatguts place across teh road from there and it all will result in nothing as usual......and bands of aboriginals will roam the streets anew trying to again 'stake their claim' on anyone or anything whilst innocent ptoperty to lve their own lives and not get involved......but they often cannot help being victims......because we are all victims all the time......

I am cursed to be here. I want to be wih dearest Fliss. I am in hell here. Poor dear Sam & Poor dear Max and poor dear Rusty and even the poor dear stupid dog next door who barks at any and everything......and the poor fellow banging and making a fence inside his own yad and has fortfied his other ones also today banging away...........everyone here at this hellhole is a victim of the this hellhole that nobody want to know about or so anything about that has an actual final resolution and brings happiness and joy to lives again, not just opportunities for more crimials to stuff up peoples' lives as they have been doing for so long.........

That poor dear older fellow yesterday walking along with a stout cane on the footpaths and going to the Koongamia shops.....I hope he fares well and gets better.

Whilst over at the brick house with no fence, with that utility canopy perched on its side in the front yard, amongst all the other junk and rubbish......the young woman who had been carrying bags of stuff back from the Koongamia shops and was at teh cenetre of a pile of yelling in the streets as I wrote in this blog, she today was wanderig about randomly leading about the streets a small scraggly bitser pale curley haired 'poodle' dog on a leash whilst she swilled at a thermos bottle she clutched in her other hand............

Recently I tried with hope to enter a charity raffle to win a new house away from here, to have a new place to live with dear Sam & dear Max (and possibly dear Robert)...and it was my wish to also have dear Fliss with me somehow.........

And do you now what happened? -- ANSOLUTELY NOTHING. LESS THAN NOTHNG.

Beceause through no fault of my own I am in hell and hell is where I'm ging to die.

Somebody I was talking to today also suggested for me to be away but I replied I can't. -- I truly can't. - Being terribly injured and in hospital has been the only 'change' in my damned hell recently. And it was fleeting and momentarily and resulted in notig except terrible pain, and terrible anguish, to myself and to poor dear Sam & to dear Max, and which could have also lead to Max's actual death, leaving poor Sam to die alone without him, his brother dog.

I do not want to go on living.

There is nothing but suffering and hell forevermore. NO glimpse or hope of salvation. Not a word or whisper from dearest Fliss the woman I love with all my heart and soul and whom I was going to marry. No pot of gold at the end of a rainbow prize of a new house far away from this hellhole area. That was a damned stupid dream of mine of hope, a dream like all of my hopes and dreams which never come to pass.......all I have is nightmares each and every night.....and criminals roaming the streets making life hell not just for me but for everyone dear and innocent about here, the ones who daily and nightly parade about doing whetever the hell they want even directly in front of Western Australian Police who do nothing at all literally at that moment or afterwards.......

The Police and authorities coe out and th very ones doing all the crime and crimiality flood them and bleat about how bad they are being done by, and so nobody else is allowed to approach anywhere near them because of the swarm, and they constantly watch everyoe and keep tabs on everyone to make sure.

And the Police and authroties do the same shit for the same criminals and get the same results that have ben going on the same way for deacedes......

Or the West Australian Police will send a lone officer with a clipboard around to walk and visit household to try to get 'more information'.....and you give them any and all information and much MORE than they ever thought they would encounter and they carry all that away and.......NOTHING....... -- ALL THAT HAS HAPPENED BEFORE TOO AT THIS HELLHOLE.

I'm starting to cry and sob....I must not do that. It's not allowed. Only quiet suffering unto my death is allowed.

I saw an innocent neighbour walk back from the Koongammia shops area today with a brown paper wapped bottle of booze in his hands. - He is going to use that to escape in his own way in his own house alone.

But I don't drink.

When I escape it will be total and final and there will be non coming back from and nobody will care except poor Sam & poor Max and the poor lone chicken and perhaps poor Robert though he was try to hide his emotions as always with bluster and anger and violence.

Dear Fliss and I alasy wanted to bring Robert with is, that is the Gods truth, and we DID try, but it failed....and Robert blamed dearest Fliss and dearest Fliss unfairly blamed herself and that lead to another of her breakdowns.....which I got the blame for by others and which dear Fliss never told ANYONE about anything about it and she never talked to me about any of it.....

Dear God.....you know dearest Fliss and I are innocent, as are others, and all we have had is hell itself......with EVERY chance and attempt we ever try to help ourselves or to help others all exploding back into our faces and making us suffer still further.........

I have tried dear God. I REALLY have, not just now but all in my life. To be good and kind to all including dear animals whom I am more than kind to, but all I have had is utter shit for my 'reward' in this damned life. I depairs me to see others who don't give any damn about anyone or anything who get way ahead and they get everything they want and MORE and STILL carry on exactly as they are and have been even when called out upon it by others. I'm NOT talking about being me being selfish.

I have been poor all my life. And struggling. But honest, And forthgiving, And sharing, And loving. -- But ALL THAT MEANS NOTHING and has counted for nothing in this vicious cruel world.

It's POURING DOWN HARD with rain now outside. - I thought that might happen. - And so just earlier I took dear Sam & dear Max outside because they hadn't been outside for many hours. And I cleaned up all their ablutions. And I cleaned it all up and moved it out to the dog business septic pile by the tree so the tree can grow bigger from the stuff which it most certainly has. Dear Fliss and I (OURSELVES!) built that simple pile receptacle there just for that very reason. To be enviromentally responsible and for it to all to be cyclic, the tree gets bigger, gives some shade to this hovel of a house, is a place where wild birds and bees feed upon the gumnuts and rich flowers.........all benefical to everyone and everything. -- But it drops a tremendous amount now of gumnuts all over the place because the starving parrots madly chew up the gumnuts, not the entire gumnut, just enough to get at the seeds within them, then they drop all the remainders onto the ground, the yard, and the stret verge and the road.....which I have to clean up and which mightily gives me pain.......and it all makes the damned tree make even more gumnuts never ending, never stopping from having to be cleaned up, even if its wet and raining.....

And that is how my life is.........I have always done the best I can by others but they don't vare abou it me at all....and just like the birds I love, they just fly off and leave me here to die alone and not give a shit about me.......they WANT ME TO DIE..........

Very well.....I ALSO WANT TO DIE.......I WISH IT WAS RIGHT NOW AT IS VERY MOMENT.........

I have been abandoned by dearest Fliss, the one I protected and sacrificed so much for far more than she ever knew, and not even her parents knew.......

Just a year or so before I ever met dear Fliss, ON the very day I had been to to the far-off cemetary on the other side of Perth from here, I returned and found a poor abandoned magpie bird in my driveway rigt at my front gate and it was struggling because it could not survive or fly and had a sore wing and was being harrassed and attacked by other magpies.

I rushed to it and rescued it. And housed it in a litle cage and took that cage into this house so it could be safe and be warm and for it to grow older. I made special food for it, nourishing food a little magpie needs not garbage food, and it slowly grew stronger over many months. And I would sit with it in the warm living room and it was still wild but friendly with me. And it healed and grew older. I would go outside and take it in its cage outside and keep any damned cats away.

And other wild magpies would come down and feed from the grass next to it and give it company and it flopped about in the cage. And I would sit out there with them and give the poor magpie in the cage some of the grass seeds too as wel as teh other magpies. I could hand-feed them all they aere all so calm and tame and knew I was taking care of the poor litle growing magpie in the cage because we would come outside and do this everyday that we could. And would leave the cage out there safely for extended periods and kept a close eye on it all for saefty so it would get accustomed to all the other magpies and they to it.

And then came the day I took it outside, a sunny day, a clear day with no rain, and I made sure no cats were around to attack it. And I released it from the cage once its wing had got better.

Nobody taught me any of this. All this was innate gentle knowledge passed to me from my dear recently deceased mother, as was the love and gentleness to all animals and things and which I even rememeber thinking at the time that it felt strange that on the VERY DAY and just hours ago I had laid my dear mother to rest in the cemetary far away that her soul had momentarily come back to me her to reassure me as that poor dear injured magpie that I came across in my driveway as if Mum was trying to come back to me, for she too was injured in such a way.

Sorry I'm crying now.

For a few days I let the dear magpie out for longer periods out there until one day it felt strong enough and was able enough to take the wing and fly upwards into the heavens and join its fellow magpie who greeted it friendly and with enthusiasm and there might have been the very parents of teh magpie with them all. I do not know.

And for MONTHS afterwards that very magpie would arrive down here and toddle up to be hand fed by me and it would bring other magpies with it buit who were very wary and stayed away at a distance whilst I fed it until it was full and would fly up into the trees with them and or away.

Sorry I'm crying harder now.

Eventually the magpie never arrived back again. I have no idea what had happened. I left the feeds out for it but they were untouched.

I told dear Fliss all of this magpie story but she never quiet believed me I think. But it lead to us feeding all the wild doves arund here for many many years until we could no longer afford the birdseed any more and take care of our own damned forever destructive to us bills.

And daned feral cats, vicious killing cats were on the rise about this helhole. The magpie did NOT get killed by that, please assure yourself of that. Instead it flew off and became as part of all the other wild birds about this area. And for a very short afterwards I also hand-fed kookaburras and almost hand fed doves but they were always too scard to be aproached. - Those doves dear Fliss and I fed for MANY years in safety and they appreciated it all as well as thw water we provided them. - ASK DEAR FLISS ABOUT ALL OF THIS FOR PROOF.

Arghhhh! - THAT DAMNED LOUD ILLEGAL UNLICENSED MOTORCYCLE IS LOUDLY ALL AROUND AGAIN!

And once again it is ridden by an aboriginal kid who is too small to put his foot down and be on it at the same time and once AGAIN it was turned off but rolled into and has gone into the aboriginal criminal household in Kalara Way street across from fatguts criminal household and once AGAIN walking aborigials are walking up from Koongamia oval and going into there AGAIN.

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I WANT TO BE WITH YOU DEAR FLISS.

OR IF WE CANNOT HAVE THAT THEN I WANT TO BE WITH MY DEAR MUM.

I have to go now, poor Sam and poor Max want to be fed again soemthig I have roughly made for myself wich is unnoroushing.

And Robert is loudly whispering to himself again........

Dear God please let dear Fliss and I be together just as she promised me and us.

Or dear God, please let me be with my dear gentle mother again forever....the person who Fliss never quiet met, because dear Mum died before FLiss came here, but who Fliss quietly admired my dear Mum too.

I love you dear Fliss and want to be with you.

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2018-04(APR)-13th--Saturday from early evening Saturday at this hellhole area.

2018-04(APR)-13th--Saturday from early evening Saturday at this hellhole area

I REALLY WISH YOU WOULD HELP US DEAR CATH FROM QUEENSLAND. BOTH DEAR FLISS AND MYSELF TRUST YOU MORE THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE AND YOU ARE OUR DEAR CLOSE FRIEND.

Noise outside....at sunset, it was just innocent children being lead on the footpath by a woman carrying some wrapped fish & chips from the corner shops here. The children also lead a small sedate dog happily trotting along on a leash. And in front of them all was a small black & white (feral?) cat running free but very close just on front of them and the dog which was not concerned abut the cat at all. the cat was effectively being lead (or leading them all) on the footpath towards the crimnals walkway that joins Koongamia to Bellevue at the end of Kalara Road at the small roundabout there. (aka the criminals walkway)

Such happy and carefree childs laughter. -- I hope they all rememeber such happy times for the rest of their lives.

Across the road, at the old guys house, the old guy was standing guard there at his sheet metal fenceed fence and low gate and tapping his metal gate with a long stick or cane, almost like a sideshow carnival hack...but he was NOT trying to attract people but to warn any and everyone away from there. He was wearing a coat or whatever so he can withstand the cold that it is getting. There is no rain, despite it being Winter.

When dearest Fliss was here with me she and I too would happily partake of fresh chips or fish and stuff from that place because it was so very nice and tasty to have on a cold night and relatively cheap for our struggling finances. We often saved up during the week to be able to afford the treat.

(I'm sorry, but the dear thoughts of all that and of VERY dearest Fliss is now making me cry.)

She or I would take it in loosely in turns to go there and go in daylight for our security to avoid any criminals. Or we would take an umbrella if it was raining. (but currently there is absolutely NO RAIN AT ALL for this hellhole area. It's as dry and as a bone and dusty and not a breath of wind.)

We enjoyed the food we brought back over two nights and so did our dogs who got the leftover scraps. It was a semi-regular thing we did only in winter or cold periods.

Such happy times....then at home here Fliss and I had simple buttered sliced bread and hot chips to make a sandwich, sometimes with a fishcake patty in it as well. - I know it may not be all that healthy to eat, but it was a rare treat for us and the dogs and it marked the end of one week and the next.

Until it became too dangerous to go because of all the criminals lurking about........and we had no money to spare, because we were always struggling with bills which were drowning dear Fliss and I and causing us much distress. But we would go there literally with pocketfulls of our small change coins and buy it that way.

Without dear Fliss with me here there is no visit to the shops to have that, no more do our dogs enjoy the leftovers from it all, and I am worse than alone without dear Fliss with me. And our poor dogs Sam & Max miss dear Fliss so terribly much, moreso than anyone can imagine......

It's getting quite very cold now inside this hovel. I'm going to bed.

Dear Sam is with me ontop of the bed but poor Max is alone by himself in the lounge room sitting next to Fliss's big chair. He's expecting her to come in with fish & chips perhaps. He's upset. Sam is upset. I am upset.

We want to be with YOU dearest Fliss just as you promised us then.

Robert is muttering LOUDLY in whispers in his bedroom with the door open.....and getting louder......

You begged dear Sam & Max to be 'good boys' when you were crying and hugging them and you hugged me so tightly as you were crying too before you left us. We thought you would be only gone for a short while again, as had happened years before, but it is more than a hell more than that in time now.

What has become of you and us dear Fliss? - I pray to God you are alright. You said you would stay in contact but you didn't.

It was like you just fell off the planet Earth forevermore.

Later you contacted me and said to get my and our things ready to come and join you, and so I did and......then NOTHING from you. All my stuff was packed for many months and months afterwards but still no word from you.

Ever time I tried to contact you all I got was somebody ELSE angrily yelling at me using your phone. They were threatening me dear Fliss a LOT.

Sorry....I'm NOT going to repeat it all over again.....

I have been living in pure HELL without you dear Fliss. Truly HELL.

Other innocents have become caught up in all the hell of this area since then, PROVING everything you and I said was the TRUTH, and it continually keeps proving the truth no matter how they want to try to dress things up and pretend otherwise. But the worst things are changing into other worse ways too....

Becauae this hellhole has been morphing and changing and shifting and dodging Police and control...and now once more it is going into Winter-mode HELL. A winter without rain for the moment.

The Silver Chain person wanted me to enacpsulate everythig today in a few minutes of conversation with them....but it is IMPOSSIBLE, truly impossble.

Also the nice, polite, Police woman I met, though I had no specifics abut the crime she seemed more interested in that happened very recently about this hellhole area.

It is night time now. A time of dread.

Dear Fliss, I am going to force myself to sleep the way you often would force yourself to sleep. - Pray for me and for us and do more than pray. Dear Fliss get us back together again for the sake of my soul. And for the sake of my heart.

I'm crying again. - I'm sorry.

It's too quiet outside. - False calm.

.Peter. @ 18:55 (Western Australian time, Saturday, 14-April, 2018) -- I love you dearest Fliss and want to be with YOU.

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