#c👀ns

[odinsblog]

Obviously I despise Republicans, but I hate Black Republicans sO fucking much. Trump is making racist jokes and they’re all just sitting there laughing and applauding him.

Talk about a “yassir massa,” house negro mentality. They would eagerly sell out their parents, their children and all their loved ones for just 0.003 seconds of basking in the white gaze.

Black Republicans are the living embodiment of house slaves who snitched and warned their white masters about field slaves plotting an escape.

By the way: racist “jokes” about the lights going out and only being able to see the white eyes and white teeth of Black people isn’t anything new.

This racist trope was used repeatedly in cartoons of the early 1900s.

#politics #republicans #donald trump #black republicans #sellouts #c👀ns #🦝 #black conservatives #black conservative federation #bcf #white gaze

[pyramid-of-starrs]

12 for da kinks👀👀

Group date at a Haunted House

Kinktober request: 12 Pervy boyfriend San, Public Sex

Pairing: Pervy San x Fem Reader

Summary: A haunted house trip with friends gives San the perfect idea.

Word Count: 2.7K

Kink: Public Sex

Warning: Public sex, protected sex, exhibitionism, perverted acts, voyeurism?

A/N: This maaaaaaay be the start to 15 lol

Minors dni

You loved your boyfriend San, He was sweet, considerate, kind to you and others, got along with everyone and a million other things, there was just one quirk about your boyfriend that you later found out. San was an absolute horndog, and he has no issue displaying that, no matter the circumstance or place, from fingering you while you were having a family dinner at your parents, to eating you out while you were on facetime with your friends. Even now while everyone was gathered at Seonghwa, San, and Mingis apartment to watch scary movies and plan the next group outing with everyone else, you went to San's room to plug in your phone and he swiftly followed you, now you're pinned against one of his walls.

"S-San we have to go back before people notice we are gone." you said in a whispered voice.

"I could smell your perfume when you walked by, and I couldn't help but get hard Y/N." He started to kiss your neck then switched to kitten licks, he lifted your leg to rut his very obvious erection against your thigh and core, small breathy whimpers fell from your lips, and you covered your mouth.

"No my cute little bunny, don't cover your mouth, I need them to hear your sweet little sounds." He said into your ear. "I had to watch you walk around in your cute little jeans and that sweater I let you borrow while trying not to cum in my pants just to not hear your pretty moans." He continued to dry hump you while the jean material rubbed against your clit, the feeling turned you on so much but you had to resist San so you wouldn't get caught, but a knock at the door saved you.

"Hey guys, everyone is coming back so come out as soon as possible." A whispered voice said, the voice belonging to Wooyoung, Sans best friend and always the look out. Whenever San couldn't control himself at the worse times Wooyoung would always be there to save him from getting in trouble. He noticed you go to Sans room then San immediately slip from the group and follow you, luckily, he suggested that everyone gather blankets and make snacks for the movie night so it looked like everyone was busy and it wouldn't seem odd that you and San were gone. He didn't do it for San, he lacked a shame gland, he did it for you, he knew you could be a bit shy and not as open sexually so he always looked out.

"Come on San, let’s go back to the others." you said looking at him with puppy eyes.

"...Fine, but-" he pinched your cheek. "I get to cover this cute little face in cum later, promise?" you rolled your eyes a bit.

"Promise, now let’s go." you replied, he pecked your lips and pulled you back into the living room by hand just in time for everyone else to be coming back, everyone got situated back on the couch in front of the TV with their blankets and food.

"San you didn't wanna grab a blanket for you and Y/N?" Seonghwa said looking over at you two being the only ones without one.

"What? Oh, yeah, my cover is dirty because it was covered in Y/Ns c-" your eyes got wide at Sans sentence, and you jumped in.

"CAMOMILE TEA! I spilled it earlier when I got here." You nodded and smiled hoping no one except Woo, whom was shaking his head as he sat on the floor with his arm on you and Sans laps.

"Oh gosh, Well here share me and Hongjoongs." He extended the blanket that covered him and Hongjoong who was eating his popcorn ready for the movie to start.

"Well before we start our movie." Jongho said as he got up from the floor where he sat with his "lady friend". "I finally picked my fall activity for us to do as a group." Each friend in the group was responsible for finding a fall activity for everyone to do since this was a break season for everyone. Jongho scrolled on his phone then turned it to the group. "It's a huge haunted house called, Hell's backyard, we can all go as a group and split up if we want. There is a huge haunted maze and everyone that gets through it wins a meal voucher for this awesome BBQ place. What do you guys say?"

A haunted house, something that doesn't scare you too bad but your scaredy cat boyfriend on the other hand-

"I'm in." San being the first to speak up, everyone looked at him. "What?" he looked around.

"Really? You of all people are willing to go to a haunted house with no hesitation?" Yunho said.

"Yeah dude, you get scared easier than me." Mingi said building off of Yunhos point.

"I think it'll be fun, it doesn't look that bad." San said, you were very skeptical at this point, anything scary San would reject immediately, he had to have an alternative motive.

...

The following Saturday night came, and everyone met at the haunted house, luckily the weather wasn't that cold, so you wore your cute tennis skirt and another one of Sans sweaters with your sneakers and scrunched up socks, prepared to be yanked around by your terrified boyfriend. You walked up and saw everyone waiting for you, Yunho, Jongho and Mingi also brought dates while Yeosang, Woo, Hwa and Hongjoong didn't, you Saw your boyfriend wearing his reading glasses with jeans and a sweater, you greeted everyone and walked over to your boyfriend. Since it was planned San didn't talk much about the haunted house, he didn't mention being scared or anything, he even said he was excited.

"Alright guys, let’s go through the three houses then end with the maze!" Jongho said excitedly then leading the group on their way through the outdoor haunted houses. They were actually pretty scary you even had some jump scares, by the time everyone got to the end of the third house Mingi was tired from running and Sans Golden skin was pal, in fact everyone was pretty scared except Jongho who was like a kid in a candy store while his poor date was shaking.

"Sannie are you okay?" you asked your boyfriend that refused to release your hand.

"Huh? Yeah! I'm totally fine, Hey Jongho lets hustle to the maze." He said, you knew something was definitely up now. The group continued over to the maze, Jongho suggested everyone split up so everyone could get one ticket since he heard that if you leave as a group you only get one plus, he knew everyone would start arguing. Once in the maze San encouraged wooyoung to leave Yeosang and come with you two, confused Woo made eye contact with San, sighed and shook his head then agreed, you wondered what that was about. The three of you walked through the maze, people dressed up jumped out occasionally and scared you three and other animatronics, surprisingly enough San was leading with woo and you in the back, you couldn't see much but knew to trust the two ahead of you.

As you continue you noticed that you hadn't seen anyone in a bit and then San and Wooyoung both stopped.

"Okay Woo, you got us?" San asked the other male.

"Yeah man, just be fast." Wooyoung replied.

You stood there confused then suddenly you were yanked to a corner hedge, you were slightly covered by a bush and Wooyoung stood covering the entrance to the small area you were in. San backed you into a bush, the small branches and leaves poked your back and you were still confused.

"San what are you doing?" You question, before answering you San lifted your sweater revealing your black lace bra then gripped both your breast, he placed his face into your chest then took a deep inhale while mushing your boobs.

"What are you doing San?!" You demanded an answer.

"Your sweat smells so sweet Y/N, I couldn't help myself." He said as he continued to push your chest around. "I had to go to the bathroom just to jack off after the first stupid house because I couldn't think straight with you wearing this little skirt and my sweater, which explains his lengthy bathroom trip earlier.

"San... we shouldn't, not here and Woo is here too..." you said, San moved up to your neck to start peppering kisses from your neck to your jaw, one hand went under and lifted your bra while his other hand cupped the side of your face. San ignored your words and kissed your lips repeatedly, you felt your body start to heat up, though the kisses weren't long they were hungry and lustful.

"Wait, San, really we, shouldn't." You said between each kiss, eventually San stopped.

"I've trained you too well beautiful be honest with yourself." He continued to kiss you then stopped again. "My precious innocent little bunny loves when I treat her like a little fuck toy, when I touch her in public and when I'm being a total pervert over her and her outfits." His words caught you off guard but as much as you hated to admit it, it was true, though you did get embarrassed by San and his impulses, his constant need for you drove you crazy in the best way. Coming home to your panties covered in his cum or catching him masturbating to you behind the bathroom door while you shower was such a turn on. You started to find your becoming a bit of a perv as well, touching yourself with his balled up gym shirt in hand or even now, you knew to wear a skimpy skirt and his sweater, you knew it would turn him on, though you didn't expect him to act on it.

"That's not true San..." you replied, trying to fight the truth. San looked you in your eyes then removed his glasses and folded them onto his shirt. He brought his hand down to your core and he immediately placed his two fingers on your wet and uncovered folds, rubbing them until he found your nub you yelped at the feeling of his cold fingers connecting to your hot pussy.

"Then why aren't you wearing panties Y/N?" he said, so focused on his fingers brushing your clit you couldn't even fabricate a proper lie.

"S-still, we shouldn't do it here." you said between moans, that’s when his two fingers slid into your pussy with ease, he fucked his fingers into you with no remorse as his sped up, your moans grew louder, and you bit your lip to try to your noises. He took his fingers out of you just as you were reaching your peak, before you could whine he turned you around and prompted you to bend over by pushing your lower back down, you bent over and gripped the bush in front of you, your tennis skirt immediately revealing your wet cunt and putting it on display for San, he didn't fuck you immediately and you wondered why, but that's when you saw a flash of light and a small panic hit you.

"San!" you looked back and yelled at him, he put his phone away.

"Sorry bunny I couldn't help it." He took a condom out of his pocket then slid his pants down enough for his dick to spring out. He ripped open the condom with his teeth and discarded the wrapper on the ground, you watched as you anticipated feeling him inside of you. He rolled the condom down his girth, and you recalled the time he told you you and him can only have sex with a condom on because he knew he couldn't handle feeling you raw and would spend the rest of his days and nights fucking you relentlessly. While you were mid thought San lined his dick up to your sex and pushed into you. Your eyes rolled back as you felt him entering you and small moans started to fall out your mouth. He gripped both sides of your hips as he slid in slowly, he bit his lips and hissed, your walls already squeezing around him.

"Fuck I love how this bunnies tight little cunt feels." he bottomed out in you and started to speed up his pace, he didn't ask if you were ready because he knew you were, he knew you loved being his personal pocket pussy, ready to be fucked any way he liked and wanted. You tried to keep your voice down but just couldn't, Sans dick was pounding into you deeply and his pace made it no better but then you heard footsteps and your heart dropped.

A couple walked up toward Wooyoung and Wooyoung stopped them.

"Oh, excuse us." the man said.

"Oh uh, sorry this way is closed off right now." Wooyoung replied, hearing them so close both terrified you and made your pussy wetter, it obviously excited San because he sped up his pace even more, you reached your arm back to try to slow him down and even lowered your voice. San wasn't having any of that and grabbed your wrist with one hand and gripped your hair with the other, he pulled your arm back more and yanked your hair back as well, the position causing him to dig deeper into you.

"I'll make it fucking worse if you try to stop me again, I don't give a fuck if they see us, I want them to watch me destroy my little bunnies pretty pussy." He said gritting his teeth, he then kissed you deeply while his hips never stopped driving into you. He caught your moans in the kiss but with your climax speeding toward you, you couldn't help but drool.

Wooyoung was able to shoo the couple away by telling them one of the actors was hurt and was changing and that’s what the moaning and groaning was. He walked over to where you were and stood a bit away while San continued, when San released you from the kiss saliva fell from both your mouths, Wooyoung watched with a blushed face.

"Can you guys hurry up, people are coming by and Jongho said half the group is already done." Wooyoung said as he adverted his eyes away from you two and looked at the ground after noticing your chest and ass was out, he occasionally glanced up to wait for a response, this unfortunately wasn't his first time having to confront you two like this.

San looked him dead in the eyes with a smile, he was still fucking you deeply and fast with your arm pulled back and your hair in hand he turned your head to woo as well. "Baby Woo wants us to hurry up, can you hurry up and cum for him please?" Wooyoungs face got just as hot as yours, though you couldn't deny you did love the extra eyes on you.

"Y-yes San." you replied as drool continued to leak out of your mouth.

San pounded deeply into you a few more times than your orgasm hit you like a truck, it was powerful and made your entire body shake uncontrollably, San pulled out then took off the condom and tossed it in the grass, he chose to not let himself cum because he knew he wouldn't be able to stop if he came. You couldn't help but fall forward but San caught you by the waist.

"Hold her for a second Woo so I can pull up my pants." San said, Wooyoung walked over hesitantly and grabbed you by the shoulders.

"Are you okay Y/N?" He asked.

You were dazed and half-awake but nodded your head in your fucked out state. You fixed your bra and shirt and skirt while San fixed his pants and put his glasses back on. The three of you met the group and got your ticket then everyone headed straight to the BBQ place, everyone was drinking while Woo and Seonghwa cooked the meat, you however were slumped on Sans shoulder asleep.

"Hey is Y/N, okay?" Yunhos date asked.

"Oh yeah that maze just tuckered her out." San replied.

Wooyoung shook his head as he flipped the meat and grumbled under his breath. "I need new friends."

#ateez smut #ateez fanfic #atz smut #kinktober 2023 #writenbypyramidofstars #san smut #ateez san smut #choi san x reader #san x reader #choi san smut

[0ctober-writes]

Matt Murdock ABC Headcanons (NS/FW)

See my SFW ABC headcanons for Matt here!!

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Matt is extremely attentive, even if it looks like he's spacing out. He takes special care to listen to your heartbeat, smell any spikes in hormones, or feel you start to shake or twitch. He doesn't have to ask if you're okay because he already knows the answer. He loves having his hands on you, rubbing your back, playing with your hair, and holding your hand. He also enjoys laying your head on his chest so you can listen to each other's heartbeats.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

His hands are his favorite by far. Hands are already sensitive, but with his heightened senses it's increased over one hundred times. He can feel every dip, curve, scar, and stretch mark on your skin and it makes him feral. He especially loves how it feels to touch you down there. Whether you have a cock or clit, he can feel the way it hardens and twitchss in his touch. No matter what hole you're using, he can feel every inch inside of you and how you tighten around his fingers when you're close.

His favorite body part on you is your heart. Yeah it sounds creepy, but it's true! He can hear how it skips a beat when he flustera you, how it slows when you're relaxed against him, and how it speeds up when you're close. He always knows when you're happy, sad, or angry. Being the only person to know this part of your body so well is extremely intimate for him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He always knows when you're about to cum. He can feel the rush of blood to your skin, the increase of your heartbeats, and the way your hole tightens or clit/cock twitches. Despite this, he still makes or begs you to tell him when you're close because he loves how desperate you sound.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He really likes erotica. Whether in braille or audiobook form, it's one of his favorite genres to read. He also enjoys the occasional Soundgasm or other porn audio.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what you're doing?)

Matt has lots of experience! Like Foggy said, girls love the whole "handsome wounded duck" thing he has going on. I'd say he has at least 7 girls (and maybe guys or more 👀) under his belt. He definitely knows his way around the human body, and with his heightened senses he knows exactly what to do and how to touch someone.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Pretzel dip and face-to-face cuddlefucking. He loves being able to kiss you and and let you see his face. They're very intimate positions for him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Matt is more serious and intimate during sex. He might laugh when you crack a joke, or make his own if you're feeling extra nervous. Otherwise it's full of praises and "I love yous."

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

As much as I LOVE hairy Murdock, he is definitely either clean shaven or trimmed up short. Because of his heightened senses, he can feel every individual hair against his skin and it itches him horribly. Shaving is also an uncomfortable experience for him, but it's a lot more bearable than going natural.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sex with Matt is always loving, passionate, and intimate. The way he worships your body is downright blasphemous. He has a hard time expressing his feelings for you in words, so he does it physically. Expect plenty of compliments and loving words that'll have you squealing and kicking your feet!

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

There are upsides and downsides to having senses like Matt's. On one hand, touching himself is pleasurable on a whole other level, leaving him on fire. On the other hand, the rest of his senses are also doing their thing, and it can sometimes be hard for him to drown out the rest of the world long enough to focus on himself. He's definitely a classic hand and lube kinda guy, maybe with some audio porn going. If he's feeling extra desperate he might use his stroker.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He looooves blindfolding you! Forcing you to rely on your senses the way that he has to gets him off like crazy. He's also a huge service top, so expect plenty of attention from him. I also think he's a sub but that's a whole other can of worms.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers to keep sex in the bedroom, whether it's his or yours. He loves smelling your scents mixing together during sex, he feels absolutely enveloped in you. He might adventure to shower sex, couch sex, maybe even kitchen sex, but it'll never leave the privacy of your homes.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your noises. Haaring you moan, whine, and whimper for him drives him mad. Hearing your puffs of breath and "I love yous" in between pants is better than any orgasm could ever be. Listening to your heartbeat speed up, smelling your pheromones, and feeling the way your skin lights a fire under his touch also help. He's a little disappointed that he won't ever be able to see the faces you make when he pleasures you, but everything else he gets to experience more than makes up for it.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

He can't stand to hurt you. Maybe hair pulling or choking, but it won't be common occurrence. He can hear, feel, and even smell the way your body reacts to being hurt, and it's extremely distressing for him, even if part of it is arousal. He's much more open to you hurting him instead!

He also would never be okay with wearing the Daredevil suit during sex. That's a part of him that he likes to keep as separated as possible from his personal life, so don't expect any quickies during his patrols.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He 100% prefers giving oral. He can taste you so strongly, can feel you getting wetter and needier on his tongue, smell your arousal just under his nose.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow, hard, and sensual. He's not very big on fast, rough sex unless it's you riding him and being a little mean.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Matt isn't the biggest fan of quickies. If he's gonna have sex with you, he wants to spend enough time to take care of you thoroughly.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's comfortable with light experimentation with you. Light restraints, a little roleplay, and potentially slight masochism on his end. Overall he doesn't do risk, though, especially not any form of public sex.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Matt has insane stamina. You think someone getting hooked in the stomach and still walking it off can't go multiple rounds? That being said, he's almost always satisfied with cumming once, and is only interested in doing more to please you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Matt owns one (1) singular toy: a plain stroker. Not too special, just has a few bumps and ridges on the inside. However, after dating you, he'd probably invest in quite a few more toys to try out on you. A vibrator and suction toy are musts, maybe even a cock ring if you want it bad enough. I also think he'd have a strap for you to use on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He rarely teases you. He's only done it a handful of times when he's felt extra mischievous, but for the most part his goal is to give you whatever you want and however much you want. Besides, he's so weak for your noises that he can hardly stand to tell you no.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Matt's decently loud. Lots of groaning, moaning, and even whimpers if you get him in the right mood. He's always conscious not to get so loud that the neighbors can hear, though!!

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He cums hard. He's so sensitive and his orgasms feel like explosions for him.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Uncut cock, 6 inches (give or take a few centimeters) but thick as fuck. Big, beautiful tits and balls 😍

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has a pretty moderate to low sex drive. Because of how intense his orgasms are, he usually feels quite satiated for a while. There's also working two jobs at once, so he's usually too tired to do much on most nights.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fell asleep afterwards)

Matt doesn't get too sleepy after sex. He usually wants to stay up, talk and bullshit with you a bit, maybe read a book or review cases. As long as you're close by, preferably in his lap, cuddling up to him, or near enough that he can touch you, he's satisfied. Besides, he likes to listen to you fall asleep.

#Matt Murdock #Matt Murdock x Reader #Matt Murdock x Reader Smut #Matt Murdock Headcanon #Matt Murdocn Headcanons #my writing #my headcanons #mine

[primedayart]

Okay, so I scroll TikTok a lot like any 27-year-old teenager, and I noticed a little while ago that I kept getting the same creators BG3 videos popping up…and it took me about 30 whole seconds to become OBSESSED with their Tav. Who wouldn’t though, I mean? Look at her. 👀

As I’ve finished all c*mmissi*ns for the year, (I say that, but if anyone DM’s me for one…I’d still say yes lmao, so okay, I’m done ACTIVELY ADVERTISING c*mmissi*ns for the year-) I decided to just really indulge myself in drawing Some Very Pretty People, so I found the creator on Twitter and asked if I could Clip Studio Paint the shit out of her Tav, (you’re so lovely Andrea, thank you so much,) and her/our (comrade) beloved Enver Gortash.

I still can’t believe man’s not romanceable. Give me Gortash and give me Dammon and I won’t look at anyone else in this game I stfg, Dammon my beloved, I think of you always! 🥺

I would love to pick up some BG3 c*mmissi*ns in 2024 if anyone is interested at all…I’ll be making new sheets with the updated prices and everything, as these clothes are so damn detailed that it’s sadly necessary lmao. :’) This will probably/maybe be my last post of the year, so, if I’m not back by then…

Have a wonderful Christmas and New Year!

#primeday queue #oc #original character #art #fantasy #bg3 #baldurs gate #baldurs gate 3 #tav #fanart #bg3 fanart #tiefling #enver gortash #gortash #bg3 gortash #lord gortash #gortash x durge #dark urge x gortash #dark urge #digital art

[yore-donatsu]

"Wha... What ?"

In between c★mmissi★ns, I draw screenshots of a film from my childhood. And Ramattra replaces the real character in this scene Sooooooooooooooo

Can you guess which film it is ? 👀

#overwatch #Ramattra #The Husbanbot #screenshot redraw #movie redraw #fanart #video game

[cadavertrolls]

👀 Bastille rank your most useful active creations/soldiers/whatever you consider them

"Hmmm... Act/ve... The one's who see the most work current\y are Xuok/r and Ayrese, and /'m not sure /f / can rank them. They serve d/fferent purposes and they both exce\ /n the/r ass/gnments."

"Ayrese /s far too fra/\ and \atharg/c to do what Xuok/r does on a near da/\y bas/s, and Xuok/r can't /nf\/ct the same menta\ angu/sh that Ayrese can."

"Xuok/r /s more d/sposab\e, however... There are many trolls who can do h/s job, he just has the added benef/t of not be/ng ab\e to quest/on orders. The ps/on/cs that Ayrese possesses are very hard to come by, so / suppose he w/ns by techn/ca\/ty."

#answered #anonymous #.png #bastille text

[adultartsandcrafts]

sh👀t c*m not g*ns #america #whatindependence https://www.instagram.com/p/CfnGcOQphep/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#america #whatindependence

[chelleisamazing]

I hope c*ty w*ns their FA Cup match as part of my sinister agenda 👀

#hoping they burn out at some point and fumble either a ucl or prem match 🧎🏼‍♀️

[cosmicanger]

if 2001hz was “archiving” while calling out nonblack people consistently before it is socially profitable or if they were posting majority Black content then sure whatever but why do I have to care about clout chasing “archive” blogs that are too scared to say Free P*lestine or too scared to call out trendy nonblacks on here? why do most Black people have to care about neoliberal c**ns? why do most Black people have to care about Black people who choose to interact w a lot of nonblacks? i asked if they were Black because so many nonblacks in their mentions. 20001hz reblogging my random note on zegalba but not reblogging news or anything directly combating antiBlackness, i wonder why👀👀 edit: lmfao at 2001hz deleting that reblog, they thought 😭

[odinsblog]

Tim (it’s not racism until it effects me personally) Scott

#politics #republicans #black republicans #tim scott #sellouts #c👀ns #🦝

[snormynight]

It was posted like 5 seconds ago but did y’all see c*ns Insta post 👀

#BREAKING NEWS #NOSE #with the WRIST #that’s all I’ll say

[funny-fella-fantrolls]

Anything interesting, you say?

Well, Vex, heard about this from sometime ago that you (not seriously/literally) 'interrogated' Shudao simply for holding hands with another troll (one you don't know, like, at all)

Before I proceed, is that information correct? And also, may I get your thoughts on that alone? 👀

[]h yeah, that's true. And bef[]re y'all get t[] call][n' me unreas[]nable []r anyth][n', ][ []nly d][d that 'cause just the n][ght bef[]re, he, []fu, and myself ended up talk][n' quad stuff, and he sa][d he wasn't see][n' any[]ne. S[] ][mag][ne my c[]nfus][[]n when ][ see what l[][]ks l][ke h][m g[]][n' []ut w][th s[]me[]ne.

And yeah, hav][n' heard h][m try to expla][n, seems l][ke they had a w[]nderful t][me.

But y[]u g[]t me ][nterested n[]w. C[]ns][der][n' y[]ur last ask, makes me th][nk there's s[]meth][n' happen][n' there. 'm ][ r][ght t[] th][nk that?

[justcallmenikki7]

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          ↳ Los-ojitos-de-jimin-06 asked: Hi! I saw that the request are open and i didn't saw anithing related with the self harm...I know that's a delicate theme,but I'm struglind with that for many years and...Can I request a Mafia bts reaction to catching you self harming please?? I love your escriture and I wanna be one day like you!! I'ts okay if you don't wanna do my request,I just decided to ask. Thank you^^ (coming soon)

Reaction To: Members Teasing You for Having Hickies (Mafia!Au)

          ↳ Anon asked: can i have bts!nafia reactions the members teasing you&him after seeing hickeys? thank you. love ❤️

Reaction To: Getting Jealous of Your Brother (Mafia!Au)

          ↳ Anon asked: I see requests are open😏. Could I request maybe Mafia au where a member goes to a meeting with oc's brother. Maybe they get intimated by her stare and aura and think she's hot asf?? Even though she hasn't said anything to them and just glares at them lmao

Reaction To: Their Rival Falling for Their S/O (Mafia!Au)

          ↳ Anon asked: Can I request mafia bts falling for their rival oc and having a battle against each other.

Reaction To: Their Worker Hurting You (Mafia!Au)

          ↳ Anon asked: And one of his workers hurting oc?? (This was tied to the reaction above)

Reaction To: (thinking of title lol) (Mafia!Au)

          ↳ Anon asked: Can I request mafia bts not wanting to have the baby o/c is carrying and she's kinda like if I get an abortion I'm never talking to you again and he's kinda like I'm not having an heir. Then o/c running away with the help of the other bts members. For the ending can u like break my heart and smash it into little pieces and then heal it 🥺☺

Reaction To: Crashing Your Prom (Werewolf&Twilight!Au)

          ↳ Wickizer (bff) asked: OOOOOO REQUESTS ARE OPEN👀👀👀👀, IN CELEBRATION OF TWILIGHT BEING AVAILABLE ON NETFLIX🥰💓. CAN I REQUEST WEREWOLF BTS CRASHING Y/NS PROM💀💀💀💀

Reaction To: Getting Drunk with You (Mafia&Split!Au)

          ↳ Anon asked: can you do a mafia!bts reaction of where they get drunk with their spouse?? I feel like it’d be funny to see their reactions!! especially like at a party LMAO! BUT, just wanna say welcome back and we missed you🤍 hope all is well xx

Reaction To: Age Gap Difference (Idol!Au)

          ↳ Anon asked: ❤️Hi!! could you do a BTS reaction (doesn’t have to be all of them , maybe hyung line or either yoongi or namjoon) where their s/o is younger ,a big age gap like (8-10 years). And they are all hanging out but they started to make jokes about her age, including the member (her boyfriend) and she gets angry and then they regretted. pls a fluff ending

Reaction To: Getting Kidnapped by Rival

          ↳ Thedarkwinterrose asked: BTS Mafia reaction - Reader get kidnapped the same day, on her way home from the hospital. Reader found out that she was pregnant (like a month/4 weeks or so). Now here comes angst, enemy tortured her but she still managed to protect her stomach but is in critical condition. Whether or not the baby survives is up to you author~ but can the ending be as semi angst/fluff?

Reaction To: Getting Jealous of you Spending Time with Other God/Goddesses

         ↳  Thedarkwinterrose asked: BTS God/goddess au- (reaction): Them being jealous of reader either spending a lot attention/time with other gods or mortals. Like some of the guys can do something petty and turn them into an animal or fight the other person. Which reader finds out and lectures them. Ending being fluff 🥰

Reaction To: Them Saving you From Hunters

          ↳ Thedarkwinterrose asked: BTS Dragon Au:(reaction or Drabble) - angst/fluff - BTS saves reader (both BTS and reader are dragons) from hunters but reader is traumatized and has nightmares. But the guys are there for reader and comfort them and slowly things get better, reader opens up. It’s kinda like they looking back on the past, and talking about how things are better and reader is now happy with each member.

Reaction To: Snapping at You

          ↳ Anon asked: also since the requests are opened, can i request a reaction of mafia bts, can be either hyung line or maknae line if you don't have time to do all of them, when the reader really care about them and be affectionate all the time (like bring them snacks after meeting or stay up late waiting for them), but one day they're stressed because of work so they just, snap at her for being too "annoying"? it makes the reader genuinely believe that she's being annoying so she just start distancing herself and her absence make the boys regret so they try to make up to her? i'm so sorry if it's too long, you can do it or not it's really depends on you 🥺 please don't overwork yourself and take careee we love you so muchhh ✨❤️‍🔥👑

「one shot requests」 

Split!Jimin

          ↳ Anon asked: split!au where you come home to park instead of jimin, but don’t realize that he switched so you say something that accidentally sets him off and he starts yelling so you have to calm him down?

「headcanon requests」

Split!Jungkook and Split!Jimin

          ↳  Laisgaavxo <3 asked: Any headcanons for Splitjungkook/jk! And headcanons for Splitjimin/park! ???? (coming soon)

「my ideas/works」 

Split!BTS backstory

          ↳  Yoongi’s version (coming soon)

Reaction To: Yandere!BTS in a Zombie Apocalypse

          ↳ The Walking Dead universe and how they would act towards y/n

A/B/O Jungkook Headcanon

          ↳  What it is like being the mate to alpha!jungkook

#justcallmenikki7 works in progress #riverdale imagine #riverdale wip #bts imagine #bts wip #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf wip #twilight imagine #twilight wip #yandere!bts #masterlist #headcanon #oneshot #drabble #reactions

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I hate sellouts with a passion, but I try to remember something I once read:

“Every minority and every people has its share of opportunists, profiteers, freeloaders and escapists. The hammer blows of discrimination, poverty and segregation must warp and corrupt some. No one can pretend that because a people may be oppressed, every individual member is virtuous and worthy. The real issue is whether in the great mass the dominant characteristics are decency, honor and courage.”

—Martin Luther King Jr., Why We Can't Wait, 1968

Anyway, this may be old news for some of us, but definitely not for all of us. Salute to all of the Black and Brown people with morals and heart, who don’t sellout, even though the overwhelming majority of us could easily get rich quick (if we were sellouts). 🫡

#racism laundering #black phishing #republicans #black republicans #white supremacy #blackphishing #the daily mail #daily mail #dominique samuels #influence peddling #sellouts #c👀ns #candace owens #🦝🦝🦝 #paris denard #larry elder #tim scott #esther krakue #clarence thomas #nana akua #herschel walker #kanye west #diamond and silk #daniel cameron #mark burns #mia love

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Black Republicans listening to Fox News

#politics #black republicans #sellouts #candace owens #clarence thomas #tim scott #larry elder #kanye west #diamond and silk #ben carson #condeleeza rice #sharon jackson #cj pearson #c👀ns #fox news #internalized racism #self hate #🦝

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Andrew was entering his third month of unemployment when he sat down at his computer and opened the inbox of his LinkedIn account. He’d received a response to a query he’d sent off four days after his friend-turned-manager walked him into a conference room swimming with sunlight, smelling of cologne and the faintest hint of perfume left behind by a group of attorneys who’d recently vacated the space after a five-hour meeting.

“I’m sorry, man,” Colin Perkins had said. Andrew’s eyes glided to the glass conference table, landing on the silver tray holding a molehill of bagels. He imagined they must be stale by now, having been left there uncovered in the icy office air.

Someone had planted the pointed end of a white plastic knife in an open container of chive-and-jalapeño cream cheese. It brought to mind the moon landing; all that was missing was a tiny American flag. A laugh trudged up his throat, but he disguised it as a cough.

“I told you,” Colin continued, raking his hands over his manicured Afro, “that the last to hire would be the first to go.”

A month earlier, seventeen women and two men had accused the CEO of the company of sexual misconduct. That news had plummeted the stock. The layoffs followed. Andrew had witnessed dozens of employees being escorted by security from the building like criminals. Now it was his turn.

Andrew nodded, placed a comforting hand on Daniel’s shoulder, and squeezed. The crisp cotton of Daniel’s shirt felt cool beneath his palm. “It’s okay, man, I understand. Don’t sweat it.”

He’d spent that first week revamping his résumé, calling friends and old colleagues, people who might know of a job opportunity at their own place of employment or elsewhere. He’d never had a LinkedIn account, but took the time to set one up. To conserve the little bit of savings he had, Andrew dropped his gym membership and went back to drinking tap water instead of the bottled Evian he loved. He gave up Starbucks coffee and the expensive cabernet sauvignon he purchased by the case.

By week three, he was spending his days on the couch, dressed in boxer shorts and sweat socks. He’d stopped opening the blinds and only went outside to empty the garbage. He whiled away the hours playing video games, and watching Netflix and Pornhub. Oftentimes, he went days without brushing his teeth.

When his mother called to check on him, Andrew lied, claiming he had several interviews lined up. When his father took the phone into another room to ask if he needed money, Andrew assured him that he was fine on the financial front, even though he wasn’t. He’d made up his mind to sell his Shelby Mustang before he took a dime from his parents. That was a big decision because he loved that car more than he’d ever loved any woman.

The day he opened the e-mail, the panic had just started to set in. He could feel it creeping along the back of his neck, like the soft scuttle of caterpillar legs.

From: OBF, INC.

To: Andrew Jamison

Dear Mr. Jamison,

We found your resume to be very interesting and believe that you would be the perfect addition to our dynamic team of Client Liaisons.

PAID TRAINING!

Affordable benefits for you, your spouse, and/or children after 90 days!

Opportunities to advance within!

Hourly, overtime, and tremendous bonus opportunities!

If you love helping others, then you will love working for OBF, INC.

OBF, INC. wants to talk to you now! To set up an interview TEXT OBF51893.

Liaison was just a fancy French word for customer service agent. Well, that was his skill set. Andrew was an expert at assisting people.

He texted the number and received an instant response that directed him to call a telephone number and enter his personal code: 1032.

An automated voice offered him two available interview dates. He was instructed to press 1 for the first date and 2 for the second. The mechanical voice told him that he would receive a call advising him where the interview would take place.

It all seemed very clandestine. Andrew was cynical, but his desperation outweighed his skepticism.

A day later, he received a call from a woman with a Southern drawl . . . Georgia, Alabama, Texas? He couldn’t quite pinpoint where she hailed from, but listening to her speak conjured visions of sweet tea and fireflies. She asked for his full government name and the code he’d received via text message. There was a pause, two clicks, and then the syrupy voice asked if he had a pen available. He did. After she’d rattled off the address, she wished him good luck. There were a few more clicks and then the line went dead.

He walked into the lobby of the forty-story office building and was struck by the contemporary opulence of the space. Marble floors, potted palms that towered eight feet into the air, white leather sofas, and a slick-looking Louboutin-red reception desk.

Andrew presented his license to the security guard and was given a name tag, which he clipped to the lapel of his ash-gray jacket. He was told to go to the eighteenth floor.

While waiting for the elevator, he perused the list of companies listed on a plaque mounted to the wall. OBF, Inc. was nowhere to be found.

He smirked, shrugged his shoulders, and stepped into the elevator. On the eighteenth floor, smack outside of the elevator door, was a sheet of lined legal paper taped haphazardly to the wall. Scrawled on its face in black marker was: This Way to OBF, INC. Below that was an arrow.

He started down the hall. A man the color of cedar and as tall as an NBA player speed-walked past him, mumbling to himself. Andrew thought he looked dazed, as if he’d just received news that a loved one had passed away.

“Good morning,” Andrew murmured.

The man turned eyes as wide as saucers on Andrew. He opened his mouth and muttered something that Andrew wasn’t sure he’d heard correctly. The elevator doors slid open just as Andrew leaned in and asked, “Uhm, sorry, brother, but did you say run?”

The man leaped into the elevator, pressed his spine against the back wall, and fixed his eyes on the glass numbers above the closing doors.

Andrew stood blinking at his reflection in the chrome elevator doors. After a moment, he shrugged and continued down the hallway where he came upon a second handwritten sign directing him to turn left at the women’s bathroom. He rounded a corner and found himself staring at eleven men seated in folding chairs. They all looked up from their iPhones and Androids. Andrew nodded and headed toward the pretty blonde seated behind a metal desk.

“Good morning,” she smiled. “Name?”

“Andrew Jamison.”

“Okay, Mr. Jamison, please take a seat. Mrs. Americus will be with you shortly.”

He scrutinized his fellow applicants. They were all black men save for the one white guy with a man-bun who was called in as soon as Andrew sat down. Man-bun wasn’t in there long. In less than five minutes, cheeks flushed and cursing under his breath, he stormed across the reception area and out of sight.

Andrew clenched his jaw and made eye contact with another man across the room from him. He imagined the unease in the man’s eyes mirrored his own uncertainty.

“Andrew Jamison, Mrs. Americus will see you now. Just through that door.”

The door opened to a large office filled with cubicles and desks, manned by women tapping away on typewriters or murmuring into the handsets of—

Andrew slowed his gait.

Are those rotary telephones and, wait, Royal typewriters?

As Andrew gawked, a large man with a mustache as thick has a shoe brush appeared before him. Andrew glanced up and then quickly shifted his gaze away from the brawny man’s left eyelid, which was weighed down with a sty the size of a dime.

“In there,” the man huffed, aiming a chubby finger at a closed door not more than five feet from where they stood.

The office was as small as a janitor’s closet. And dark.

The lone window on the far left wall faced the shadowy back of a department store. Metal file cabinets lined the walls; some of the drawers were open, revealing manila folders bulging with papers. He could see, even in the muddy darkness of the room, a layer of dust atop the cabinets. Hanging on the walls were at least twenty framed photographs of people, all of whom were black.

The air was rife with the scent of cigarette smoke.

Andrew remembered people smoking at their desks when he went to visit his mother at her office job when he was young. Once, on a flight to Detroit with his grandmother, he stood at the back of the plane waiting to use the bathroom, and found himself engulfed in a cloud of smoke billowing from the cigarettes of three passengers.

He couldn’t recall the exact year cities around the country began banning smoking in bars and restaurants, but he was supremely aware that smokers had to be at least four hundred feet away from the entrance of any building if they wanted to light up.

Yet here was this woman, puffing away like it was 1975. Andrew eyed the near-empty box of Winstons and then the woman. She was robust—a meat-and-potatoes sort of gal, with doughy cheeks and large blue eyes. Her sun-bleached blond hair fanned back from her face—a style made famous by the eighties icon Farrah Fawcett. Her lips were slathered in tangerine-colored lipstick. The same color rung the filters of a dozen long-dead Winston butts heaped in the black ceramic ashtray. Andrew thought, If she’s going for clown instead of glamour, well, bull’s-eye!

Ornate rings twinkled on seven of her ten fingers, the rose-gold chain she wore around her neck dribbled down her chest and disappeared into her cleavage. She looked to be in her midfifties.

“Good morning, Mr. Jamison. Please have a seat.” Her eyes remained glued to the sheet of paper clutched in her hands. Andrew assumed it was his résumé.

He sat down.

“You graduated from Brown University?”

“Y-yes, I did. I graduated summa cum laude in 1990.”

Her desk was cluttered with newspaper clippings; stacks of aging yellowed papers, and dated fashion magazines. Andrew’s eyebrows climbed. Was that Marcia from the seventies sitcom The Brady Bunch on the cover of that Glamour magazine?

Andrew chuckled to himself. This had to be an elaborate joke. Someone was putting him on. His eyes ranged around the office in search of a concealed camera.

“Impressive,” she said finally, looking him directly in the eye. “Do you have a wife?”

“S-sorry?”

“Are you married, Mr. Jamison?”

“No, I’m not.”

She searched his face. “Are you gay?”

Andrew bristled. “Mrs. Americus, I don’t think you’re legally allowed to ask me that question.”

She smirked.

“It’s a yes-or-no question, Mr. Jamison. I know it’s unusual, but believe me, for this position I would need to know.”

His rent was due tomorrow and then again in thirty more days. His savings were dwindling. “No, I’m not gay.”

“Do you have children?”

“One daughter, she’s twenty-two years old.”

“Do you have a good relationship with your daughter? With the mother?”

“Yes.”

Mrs. Americus glanced at his résumé. “Perfect.” She reached for the dying cigarette and brought it to her lips. “And according to your application, you’ve never been arrested. Is that true?”

“Yes.”

“Well, we will be doing a background check.”

“Understood.”

“Do you have any bad habits? Do you use narcotics?”

“No ma’am.”

“Any . . . um . . . undesirable recreational activities?”

“Undesirable?”

“Porn? Well, not just porn. Kiddie porn.”

Andrew’s mouth fell open.

“No judgment, Mr. Jamison. Again, I just need to know.”

“No, I do not watch kiddie porn,” Andrew spat.

“Good!” she exclaimed, drumming her fingers on the desk. “Let me tell you the specifics of the job . . .”

Some of the faces behind the glass frames looked familiar. Again Andrew found himself squinting. Was that Omarosa? He pitched forward in his chair.

Mrs. Americus stopped talking and followed his gaze. “Um, yes,” she spouted. “That is who you think it is. She’s been one of our best recruits.”

Andrew swallowed.

Mrs. Americus stubbed out her cigarette and laced her fingers under her chin. “Some of our liaisons work directly with government agencies. That’s a promotion of sorts. Of course, before you can be assigned to the big house—I mean the White House—you’d first have to prove yourself out in the field.” She giggled. “In the field. You get it? It’s a double entendre.”

Andrew’s mouth went dry.

She twisted around in the chair and pointed to a photograph of a pair of middle-aged women standing shoulder to shoulder, each holding a red MAGA baseball cap. “Those ladies are Diamond and Silk. Do you know them?”

Andrew shot out up from the chair. For a moment, he thought his knees would buckle. “What does OBF stand for?”

Mrs. Americus reached for the pack of cigarettes. “OBF stands for One Black Friend.”

“One Black Friend?”

“Yes. You see, in these troubling times, times where so many people are labeling white people as racist, we need black people to stand up for us—to have our backs, as your people are fond of saying. Sometimes, Mr. Jamison, a God-fearing, good white person may be accused of a crime or some other offense perpetrated against a person of color, and when the accused does not have a person of color in his circle, it looks bad. The public may see him . . . or her, as a racist simply because their circle is . . . white. Lily.

“And that’s wrong. Not having black friends does not make a white person racist by default. Anyway,” she waved her hand, “that’s where OBF comes in. We provide that one black friend. That one black friend introduces doubt, and more often than not, that doubt diminishes a large percentage of the negative impact our clients might face.”

Andrew just stared.

“Oh, Mr. Jamison, don’t look so shocked. This practice has been around for centuries.” She pointed to the far wall near the window. “You see that guy there? He was actually the inspiration for this company.”

Andrew peered at the photograph. “Who is he?”

“Joe Oliver.”

“Joe Oliver?”

“Yeah, Joe Oliver. You don’t remember him? Joe Oliver, George Zimmerman’s one black friend.” Mrs. Americus raised a black ceramic coffee mug to her lips and sipped. The red decal on the side of the mug read: Black Tears.

Andrew’s stomach lurched, perspiration beading across his forehead. “This is some kind of joke, right?”

“Oh, I assure you this is not a joke and I am very serious. As serious as a heart attack. Is that how the saying goes? As serious as a heart attack?”

Andrew started toward the door.

“Wait, Mr. Jamison. Look here.” She pointed at a photograph hanging above the row of filing cabinets. “This is another one of our liaisons. Since he’s been working for us, he’s paid off his student loans and I understand that he’s just recently purchased a Cadillac.”

Andrew followed her index finger to the photo of a grinning black man holding a Blacks for Trump sign above his head like a trophy.

“Shall we talk about salary?”

The lights flickered.

He thought, Maybe I’m still asleep. Maybe this is a nightmare.

“Andrew? I can see you’re having a hard time processing all of this. But really, it’s not as uncommon as you might think. We live in America, this is a capitalist country, and we monetize everything. Everything.”

Andrew couldn’t remember reaching for the doorknob, but suddenly he was stumbling through the reception area.

He fled down the corridor, rounded the first corner and then the next. A slight man the color of honeyed milk stepped from the elevator. He wore a yellow dress shirt with a red bow tie. His dark-blue khakis were flooded just enough to offer a wink of his orange-and-navy argyle socks.

Upon Andrew’s frantic approach, the startled stranger stepped swiftly out of his path. Andrew didn’t make eye contact. He jabbed at the elevator button until the doors slid open.

Weeks later, Andrew was seated in a truck-stop diner with his fork poised over a plate of scrambled eggs and corned beef hash.

The mounted television was tuned to Fox News. The anchor reported that yet another young black man had been gunned down by a vigilante, another Good Samaritan, named Christopher Parks.

Christopher Parks was heading home from his job as a sanitation man when he spotted young Daniel Latham sitting in Starbucks, dozing over his law textbooks. Parks entered the establishment, woke Latham with a tap to his shoulder, and asked if he lived in the area. According to eyewitnesses, Latham replied that he did in fact live in the neighborhood. Parks demanded to see Latham’s ID and was met with laughter. The law student gathered his belongings and stood to leave—rather menacingly, one eyewitness reported.

That was when Christopher Parks pulled his weapon and fired. The stunned Latham, still laughing, crumpled into his chair and pressed his hand over the whole in his heart. It wasn’t until he saw the blood that the smile slipped from his lips and he began to cry.

The cops were called, but not an ambulance. Well, not immediately.

The police shackled Latham to the chair and took Parks to the police station for questioning. The woman behind the counter gave Parks a high five and a tall Caffè Mocha to go.

By the time an ambulance arrived, Daniel Latham was dead, having bled out all over his take-home final exam.

In the days that followed, it was revealed that Daniel Latham had several unpaid parking tickets and was thrice fined for not scooping his dog’s poop. Not only that—he was also a practicing Buddhist who supported a woman’s right to choose.

A search of Latham’s apartment unearthed a well-worn copy of Alex Haley’s The Autobiography of Malcolm X, which was on his nightstand alongside Jay-Z’s Decoded. This discovery was further evidence that Latham was no angel.

Laura Ingraham looked directly into the camera and told her viewers that Christopher Parks was a hero, a polite and well-spoken man who had been raised by his father after his mother died from breast cancer when he was just three years old. Yes, as a youth, Christopher had been suspended from school for fighting, and as a young man he’d beaten a girlfriend with a pipe. Later, when he was in his early thirties, he’d threatened to castrate his boss—a black man old enough to be his grandfather. All of that behavior, Laura Ingraham said, was directly connected to the trauma of losing a mother at such a tender age.

She paused, and in that moment her entire face pulsed with empathy. “That said,” she continued, “Al Sharpton, along with the Black Lives Matter terrorist organization, have labeled Christopher Parks a racist and are calling for his arrest.” She shook her head and chuckled. “Earlier today, I had the pleasure of speaking with Christopher’s longtime best friend, Andrew Jamison . . .”

Andrew lowered his fork, reached for his shades, and slipped them onto his face.

—OBF, Inc., a short story by Bernice L. McFadden

#politics #short stories #one black friend #sellouts #joe oliver #diamond and silk #omarosa #black republicans #blacks for trump #c👀ns #andrew jamison #obf #obf inc #🦝 #omarosa manigault