#does my grammar make sense

[stabbynunchuckss]

August and Seven - 1

So. This is my first piece with these characters. Um. Yeah. Hope it's not too shitty.

Warnings: Vampire whumpee, pet whump, imprisonment, collars, muzzles

Cell doors rattled as August walked past, their footsteps echoing through the concrete hall, but they paid the noise no mind - these cells had long since been emptied. They continued along, each cell they passed devoid of life. Blankets lay abandoned in the occasional corner, or else remains of meals piled up on floors.

Still, they continued.

And sure enough, as they reached almost the last cell, a body came into view. It seemed dead - blood pooled around its pale frame, and its eyes remained closed. As August approached, the body came more clearly into view, and they almost gagged.

Its ribs were clearly visible through its skin, and several appeared to be broken. Yet its chest still rose and fell, in a somewhat steady rhythm. The body - no, the person - wore no clothes, but for a simple black collar, and a muzzle tightened around their jaw.

August pushed at the cell door. It was heavy, but swung open with little difficulty, scraping lightly against the concrete floor.

They dropped beside the figure on the ground, placing two fingers to their neck in an attempt to find a pulse. They found one. Barely.

"Hey, uh- Can you hear me?" they tried. Nothing. "Hey, are you okay? Fuck, you can't- I can't be dealing with another dead body, you have to- You have to wake up, come on-" August's voice shook, but they forced themself to stay calm.

"Okay." They took a deep breath, staring down at the person on the ground. "Okay. Check for breathing."

They tilted the person's head back, and one hand moved to unclip the muzzle at the back- Until they were thrown to the ground with surprising strength, head smashing into the iron bars behind.

The figure, who had been unconscious moments before, was now standing pressed against the opposite wall, their breathing unsteady and about to collapse.

"Whoa, hey, it's okay," August began, getting to their feet and raising their empty hands. "I'm not gonna hurt you. I was just-"

But they were cut off as the person lunged at them, eyes wide and frightened, hands trembling. Pointed teeth flashed in the dim light, and August instinctively dodged, pushing back until the person was on the ground and they were standing above them.

"I- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't-" The person - vampire? - ducked their head and pressed their face into the floor. "Please don't kill me, I- I'll be better, I'll be good, I s- I swear-"

August moved closer, and the vampire let out a pitiful whimper, sinking even further to the ground.

"I'm not going to hurt you, love," August reassured them. "Can you look at me?"

The vampire forced themself to look at August. Their eyes were a shadowy grey, almost black in the darkness of the cell.

"Thank you. Do you have a name I can use for you? And pronouns?"

"I- My name is- is Seven, M- Master. And- And I don't- I'm sorry, Master, I- I-" The question seemed to have thrown them off, and August therefore treated it as a matter of isolation from society rather than ignorance.

"Pronouns," August said patiently. "You know, he, she, they..."

Seven's eyes widened, and they nodded. "Y- yes, Sir- Sorry, Master, I- I have always been an 'it', M- Master, but... if it is my choice, I-" They shook their head. "I am sorry, Master, pl- please forgive your pet, it is not- I am not thinking-"

"You're allowed to have opinions, love." They hated the way in which they had to give permission - give a full-grown person permission - to have an opinion. But they pushed down the anger. That wasn't what this person needed.

"If- if it is not too much trouble, I- I would like to be- I would like to be a- a 'he'?" It was phrased as a question, and August nodded in response.

"Of course."

The relief that came over Seven's face with those two simple words was enough to make August want to vomit. He had been so fucking scared over that one question, he'd probably not even expected such a response.

"I'm August," they managed to say, finally finding their voice again. "I use they/them pronouns."

"Y- yes, Master, thank- thank you-"

"There's no need to thank me, love. I was trying to remove your muzzle before, could you let me do that?" They crouched down to Seven's level, reaching out a hand to him, palm up.

"It is- is too dangerous, M- Master, it will- I will bite, and- and-"

"It's alright if you want to wait. I don't mind either way, but if you'd feel safer wearing it, that's okay." August stood once more, taking a step back. "Come on, then. Let's get you out of here."

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I'm going to tag some people who I think would like this, but let me know if you want to be added or removed!! :)

@roblingoblin285 @rock-anon @i-eat-worlds @kiratheperson @a-crumb-of-whump @paintedpigeon1

#does my grammar make sense #i fucking hope so #whump #whumpblr #whumpee #caretaker #stabby's ocs #oc seven #oc august #pet whump #august and seven #vampire whumpee

[lastoneout]

Wait I have polls and I can do whatever I want. Okay re: this poll

Feel free to explain your answer in the tags! I'm actually really interested in this bcs I draw my As so much like my stars that, as the first letter of my name is A, in my signature it comes out looking like a half-finished star.

#my stars go 413524 and my As are 41352 #I try to always pick up the pen when I cross the A but uh...... #hmmmmmm not as often as I should #my As look like stars....... #bcs I'm lazy #AND IT'S FASTER OKAY #god I hope this poll makes sense I am so dyslexic and bad a grammar #this is in english also so it's like assuming if your native language does not have an A you have learned english so like #you know a language and can theoretically write in one that has an A #cuz I figure if your native language doesn't have an A #the way you draw a star wouldn't have any reason to be similar to how to write an uppercase A #but maybe it is???? #idk man

[softavasilva]

You know what… Beatrice has got me feeling some type of way. You know the scene where Bea finds Father Vincent after Michael takes him out and Father Vincent says “looks like Ava has a new protector”. You know that had to have been just an absolute knife to Bea’s heart. Because she has been Ava’s protector from the beginning, all the way back in Cat’s Cradle when she hugged Ava when Mother Superion accused her of killing herself all the way through Switzerland where she was entrusted by the entire order to protect the warrior nun, train her and make her stronger. But the sting of losing Ava, not protecting Ava has to be so much stronger in this moment because not only did she fail to keep the halo safe (her job) but more particularly she failed to keep Ava safe (her pleasure). And instead Michael of all people was the one to rescue Ava. That must just absolutely eat at Beatrice every single day

"because not only did she fail to keep the halo safe (her job) but more particularly she failed to keep Ava safe (her pleasure)" ... first of all how dare you. second of all how the fuck dare you that one sentence father vincent so rudely blurted out really just stabbed her heart twisted it around and put more salt in her wounds. it proved all her insecurities about her duty/job and the value she holds in this particular obligation of protecting the very thing she gave her vows/life to. Like she probably is reliving all the times her parents have been disappointed in the way she uses her existence without a "purpose". and now that shes joined the ocs and has a set objective - failing at this is her biggest fucking fear and regret. more so because she knows failing the halo bearer isnt the worst part of it all. its failing ava silva - the girl she first handedly saw live a life only beatrice would dream of for herself. selflessly helping the girl experience wonders for the first time unwillingly knowing ava was also giving beatrice that exact same thing. Falling in love with ava made her guarded "duty first" mindset tainted with emotions that was sinful to have - so she did everything she could to protect the warrior nun because she thinks thats the only version of ava she could have. bc no one will question and judge her for constantly having to protect her. thats just her job right? - so having a man be accused of doing this exact thing just brings back all her self sabotage ways of thinking about how a relationship between her and ava would never work bc yes she has a new protector now and its a man and it would be so easy for them to develop something from more than a "leader"(warrior) and a "follower"(sister warrior) dynamic.

#NOT ME SEEING UR FUCKING URL AND ICON AND BEING LIKE NOPE NOT TODAY SATAN #NOT FUCKING READING THAT RN #SO I CLOSED MY EYES AND CHOSE TO IGNORE THIS UNTIL NOW</3 #AND MY GOD AM I FUCKING HURT #I JUST KNEW ONCE I EXPANDED UR ASK I WOULD GET EXTREME EMOTIONAL DAMAGE I HATE U UUUU #its 1am didnt i say i shouldnt be allowed to answer past midnight #proper english grammar who????? this probably doenst make 100% sense i hope it does but ik it doesnt just go with it pls ksjnejrk #class... this is what u wanted me to share #ask #warrior nun #wn txt #sister beatrice #avatrice #also if i see any of u ship michael and ava BLOCKED

[writinandcrying]

TMNT - Mikey x Reader - Silent Love

(Just something that has been on my mind, it’s 3 am and cuddling with big ass pillow makes you think about turtles with soft, caring hearts) | pining, best friends to possible lovers(?), fluff, cuddling, SFW.

(Also this gif has nothing to do with this scenario but I love it so much lmao, dorky bby boy I luv u)

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There isn’t really an explanation for how it started, or why it became like that, You were his best friend from the get go, just a instant connection, you finally felt seen him with, he finally felt found with you.

You quickly became wonderful addition the boys didn’t knew they needed, it was fun seeing how well you and Mikey clicked, from your on going jokes, to how you two didn’t even have to say anything, just a quick glance and both already knew what the other needed or meant.

From early age, they all wishes to have a connection like yours, jealousy wasn’t a usual shared feeling between them tho, oh no- all of mikey’s oldest brothers could only focus on how you both made each other happy, understood, maybe there wasn’t words to describe how thankful they were for you to be in his life, but deep down, you already knew their smiles and chuckles towards your interactions carried a tender meaning behind it, and you always tried to give back the same compassion you have received and cherished.

So yeah, It was always fun to hang out with Mikey, doesn’t really matter what you do together, you know both of you will have a great time regardless- and a story to tell someone else at the end of the day.

But if you may, in your personal opinion, your top 1, 100/10, A++ shared activity- was definitely the sleep overs.

It’s not only how casual and yet special it was, you could just be yourself and he could do the same, and everything else was forgotten. The concept of time would suddenly vanish, everything you did together could have different outcomes, from laughing too much until one of you feel like throwing all the pizza you ate, to cuddling in the couch after binging avatar the last airbender for the 15th time.

Talking about cuddling, that was the most expected part of night, for both of you.

Sharing a bed with Mikey wasn’t a problem, as much as Master Splinter insisted on establishing ground rules from the very first sleep over, on how to behave in their house hold- he trusted your discernment, he knew his youngest’s jokes would take a lot of courage and time between him and you to actually conquer in so said future, he also knew it would profetize eventually. For now- He admired your companionship, so cuddling and sleeping on the same bed was allowed between both of you

Althought, there was something no one knew about you two. Neither of you could point out if something shifted or just gradually grew into this. Between the sea of a heavy duvets covering both of you, endless pillows, the soft glow of almost fading Christmas lights adoring Michelangelo’s room, your favorite activity of the night was to trace mikey’s “freckles” and valleys over his body

You adored to call it freckles, even if Donnie had insisted on correcting you as many times as he liked, on how they weren’t freckles per say- Mikey didn’t mind tho, if you viewed as freckles, so it is. The different colors between his scalled skin, gradually moving between a greenish ocre, light green, all the way to dark esmerald in some of his edges, you could swear sometimes some bits of a purple-bluefish glow to it. No words could make justice on how breathtaking, mesmerizing his skin can be

You slowly linger your fingers along his skin, from his palms to his bicep, his shoulder blades to the valley of his neck, sometimes you would imagine a hidden forest path, a unknown river, stars constellations from the decreasing paths along the scales and some scars, the last concept was your favorite, and oh how you adored to think about it as you cup his cheek

You loved how his eyes remind you of early mornings, the concept of imagination, possibility and dreams adored his complexion, the light blue of his eyes reminding of Saturday mornings on summer vacations, or clear beach waters on a enchanted island, always bright and full of promises, it fits him so well, you don’t even know if he knows how bright he can be, in every possible way. Just like a early morning sky ready to embrace the whole day

This was the best part of the sleep over, the part were you could see him getting quiet, calm, how smitten he looked while he also admired you, sometimes you wish you could read his mind, did he thought the same sappy shit as you did of him? Then again, how his hand perfectly hold you close, drawings his thumb in and out, caressing from hips to your back, movements with such gentleness and yet, a firm pressure reading that yes, you were there, and so he was. maybe, just maybe, he’s thinking even gushier, fluffier things about you.

It’s a privilege to say Mikey’s warm is Inviting and familiar, your face fits perfectly on the nape of his neck, his breathing caresses your skin, grounding, calming, centering. Your soft sleepy mumbles does the same for him. Finding a peaceful slumber is a welcomed sorrow, cuz secretly, or not so secretly- you wished these moments could last forever.

Every sleepover, before drifting off, you silently promise yourself to finally kiss good night next time

Just as he silently promises to do so too.

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Authors note:

Hehehe ☺️💗

But at the same time:

#bro. #me wants bf mikey right now I need it #anyways it’s now 3 am I hope this makes sense #tmnt #tmnt x reader #michelangelo x reader #giulia writes #to tag on the masterlist #time to babygirl some turtles #tmnt headcanons #tmnt mikey x reader #mikey x reader #best friends to lovers #also pls remember English is t my first language so if this sucks ass or has any grammar mistakes I also have dyslexia lmao #also does it makes sense hes promising he will also kiss reader oooor he will kiss himself lmao abrbtjdkkd pls tell me I got confused

[forgettin-my-legos]

my daily sketch turned into a whole THING so i thought i'd share it . I guess my mind kind of wanted to explore the aftermath or at least the idea of swk rushing to go back to an old 'status quo'. I mean - the seal on the map was enough to force sun dasheng to have to recollect energy in order to help out the crew. Baigujing absolUTELY wreaked more damage than that, but it isn't do or die anymore, so swk probably just...doesn't address it? Why would he? The idea of being weak is probably a REALLY sore topic atm. And so he thinks that now that they have time to breathe again, it'll just fade with time like all scars but uhhh nah, might be a bit worse with her mark scorched into him. Mix that with a probably unfathomable amount of guilt in an already depressed and isolated immortal and uhhh not the healthiest combo for coping unfortunately. Sure makes me wonder where the "Come on- I can take it!" sacrifical mentality qxt picked up came from.

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lmk #qi xiaotian #lmk sun wukong #lmk mk #wukong xiaoxia #long post #tw scars #maybe one day i will give u all nice rendered art but for now i bring u plate upon plate of half sketched pieces of paper #idk where my brain wandered with this one i kind of just wanted qxt to almost want to BELIEVE swk just didnt realize the depth of his injur #only to come to terms that hmmm yeah it does kind of make sense that this would make him spiral in a way thats so meticulously hard to pick #up if you arent looking #ah yes - the lego y7 cartoon where everyone needs a therapist DRASTICALLY #anyways hope yall have a nice week! im moving out soon but hopefully when my life settles i can finish that other comic and the like 13 #stories burning holes in my pocket rn bc my grammar game is a NIGHTMARE

[dogbunni]

nensai nation I have almost finished my first draft of The Oneshot and I love to say it but this might end up being a chaptered fic

#really does depend on a multitude of things #i write th messy first draft on my phone bc its less pressure and the words flow from my brain to page easier #and then i will put it into my one note and get unsilly w it #i.e make it make sense do grammar goodly #i do this mostly w my poetry but its rly working for fic too idk why i never thought of doing fic this way #i dnt post my poetry to tmblr anymore but its kinda leveled up since i last did #wpuldnt fit with my blog tho #hmm #nendo posting

[artykaa]

I don't know if this has been said before but I had this thought for a long time now and I really need to share it. I don't think the prophecy in breath of the wild was refering to the divine beast and the sheikah technologie as a whole but rather to the seal of Ganondorf. We know from Zelda that the royal family knew there was something under the castle. BUT it has been completly ignored by Zelda's father who has decided to just randomnly try to excavate something in different part of Hyrule instead of trying to investigate the hypotheticly very dangerous thing under the castle.

#I don't know if this really make sense #or if my engilsh is undertstable and not full of grammar mistakes #tears of the kingdom #totk thoughts #does this count as spoilers ? #I would say no but I'm not sure

[oatmilkandvellichor]

i love being in an excessively multilingual, multicultural relationship.

hahahaha, jajajaja, חחחחח, yalla, let’s go, dai, stop, cut it out, enough, nu?, so?, and?, ¿y?, what?, huh?, ¿que?, yes, yeah, sí, enka, yay, yesh, chabibi, achi, dude, bestie, compa, llave, kerido, querido, mi vida, cariño, tateleh, lovey, bitch, pendejo, shkots, fucking insane, descabellado, balagan, thank you, mvto, you good?, ‘stonko?

even the things that mean more or less the same thing Do Not mean the same thing in this house. if i’m laughing in hebrew instead of english there’s a reason. if i say querido instead of kerido there’s a reason. if zee calls me tateleh instead of papí there’s a reason. thanking you in creek instead of english isn’t a slip. etc etc etc.

i genuinely cannot explain this to you if you do not live in an excessively multicultural household. it is not enough to be bilingual/multilingual. i am spinning trying to explain this to people rn.

#i am Vibrating #my house is insane #if it’s english it’s AAVE and southern american english before anything else #some english words HAVE to be paired with sign or it DOES BOT MAKE SENSE #grammar is a mix of spanish aave asl and hebrew #any casual or slang terms are aave sae spanish or some judeo language #half the time we’re doing That Thing where you describe something in that ‘idk the word’ way that ppl who only speak english think is funny #there is a lot of agressive gesturing #i cannot stress this enough the only language either of us is fluent in is english #we are both native english speakers #but english is zee’s third language #and there so much more to it on both of our ends #it’s a madhouse when we talk #even when it’s just ‘standard’ english i swear we don’t make sense to anyone else

[lunaryrs]

✨ cora and sienna

the metal bed frame creaks beneath her as she rolls over, bunching the cold cotton of a lumpy, years-old pillow under her arm. she inhales deeply, taking in the scent of the strawberries and cream shampoo of her own shower, used to rinse the chlorine from her best friend's hair. an arm drapes around sienna's waist as cora pulls her snug, immediately warmed by skin tanned under summer sun; basked under at borrowed pools. it was a chain-linked fence they'd jumped that day, kicking off rubber flip-flops, strewing their towels over loungers at the local motel. cora had shrugged off the snap of beer cans cracking open around her; turned her nose up at shots of vodka she swore were just too cheap to stomach. she hadn't mentioned the violent swirling in her stomach that urged her to reject her old vices, nor acknowledged the swelling of her breasts, which suddenly filled out the size-too-big chevron bikini claimed from a lost-and-found box the summer prior. "i haven't had my period in a while," she admits, eyes opened over the crook of her friend's shoulder. she peers into the pitch darkness of her bedroom. there's a flutter deep in her belly; real or imagined, she isn't sure. "i don't, like, think i am, or anything," she lies. "but can we get a test tomorrow?"

#unfortunately i am cross faded does this make sense bc my brain is violently thrashing between literary genius and omg this is barely litera #te #omg since when can tags only be 140 characters #censorship #also i am frustrated by the realization #that i just dont know grammar.

[stinkrascal]

When you say they bully vlad, is it bully affectionate or bully bad?

mostly bully affectionate but vlad takes literally everything personally because he is an insecure narcissistic baby man so when they mock him he's like "I've no idea why I bother with the likes of you people. You are all moronic, crass, and therefore beneath me." to which theyre all like "ok Vladdy Daddy <3 whatever makes you feel better!"

#jade answers #anonymous #straud asks #except for yakov he literally just calls vlad stupid on the regular #yakov taught vlad how to read and write in russian and english #so every time they meet yakov is like Let us touch up on your grammar skills my dear idiot boy! #marcellus and helena constantly mock vlad for being a sex pest. he says anything and they're like #Vladdy Daddy you would feel so much better if only you got pegged. Why don't you visit a brothel my boy? #they all call vlad 'boy; and vlad HATESSS it. he's always like 'I am NOT a boy. I'm a GROWN MAN!' #to which nadia will pinch his cheek and say 'Yes sweetheart and look at how grown you are! <3' #actually inessa just straight up insults him too because he has a terrible sense of fashion. but she does that to everyone so its ok #in my universe pretty much everyone mocks vlad bc he takes himself so seriously and hes incapable of having fun #even the vatores make fun of him except caleb doesnt mean to hes just very honest and whenever caleb sees vlad #acting like an insecure narcissistic baby man he's like #Vladislaus you are being unreasonable again. Perhaps if you had a hobby you wouldn't have such a terrible personality #lilith wants to murder vlad it isn't even bullying on her end they literally hate each other #lilith is also vlad in a different font. insecure narcissistic baby woman #the only person who takes vlad as seriously as he takes himself is breanna lol she thinks he's sooooo cool #but canonically every vampire ever thinks he's a wet blanket #all of this lore predates the straud legacy btw. this is all vlad/brie backstory reprisal lore #when vlad and breanna finally get together and start a family he's a lot less petty and vindictive. he calms down a lot

[schadenfreudich]

Sometimes I wonder if anything I say makes any sense at all

#like. is this even coherent english or does this read like a baby trying to string together words with no understanding of grammar #you do not even know how often i type the incorrect word while thinking of the correct one. my fingers and my mind do not work together well #a lot of the time the two words have completely different patterns on the keyboard and don't sound much alike but still #i correct it most of the time. but what if i don't notice? what if someone reads it and gets really confused by what i wrote? #because nothing makes any sense ever? #i don't know. #-franz

[fingertipsmp3]

Reading an actual published book that is really, confidently bad gives me more confidence in my writing than just about anything actually

#before you ask; no i will not be saying the title or the author’s name #because 1) i did get this book for free (stuff your kindle day back in june) and 2) as the past sentence would imply; it is an indie author #so i don’t want to put this person on blast #HOWEVER. it still doesn’t make sense to me that this book was so bad #like i know it didn’t go through as many rounds of edits as a traditionally published book would have; and i know this author probably #doesn’t have the resources to seek professional editing. but STILL. even if it’s just you and a screen…… you’re telling me you can’t edit #better than that?? you can’t WRITE better than that????? i don’t know what to say #it read like a bad first draft. it read like something i would write drunk or sleep deprived or ill or a combination of the three #and come back to a month later and question whether i’m actually literate #the thing that really stood out to me was the run on sentences. plus the misuse of punctuation #they were using full stops where a comma should be… there were insubordinate clauses that just got abandoned #but then the next line would be a massive run on sentence and i’d be like….. my friend; when am i supposed to breathe? #if you’re not sure if it flows; read it out loud. if you’re running out of breath or tripping over your words It Does Not Flow #it just felt very very stilted; the grammar was bad; it was confusing; i kept getting the characters mixed up because they were both male #and names weren’t used often enough so i was like ‘wait… which one is this again?’ #at least they didn’t go in for the epithets like ‘the blonde man’ ‘the demon’ #that being said……. i can’t picture either of these characters because there was no description. they full on had sex and i couldn’t tell you #why they were attracted to each other or anything. like. i have read some real trash romance in my time and i am not ashamed to admit it #but i have Never; not in well over a decade of reading smut; had to question why two people were attracted to each other #even if i don’t agree with the reasoning. even if the attraction isn’t exactly coming off the page. i have some details #other than ‘he’s beautiful’. but HOW is he beautiful???? you never EXPLAINED #it was also probably the least passionate sex scene i’ve ever read. and that is impressive #it did bolster my confidence in my own writing lol so i have to thank it for that #i hope this author buys a grammar book and keeps at it. they had good concepts.. the execution was just so bad #and a lot of it could’ve honestly been fixed by fixing the sentence structure & invoking the five senses to set a vibe #personal

[backontrackdiary]

Why did my gut told me to go with red nail polish? I'm in a moment of hating dark colored manicure

#what does it mean #nude is always better #I mean I love dark red but not always #especially when my nails are short length #it doesnt help #it doesnt make sense #it doesnt feel right #just like my grammar skills #just wrong

[vanteguccir]

Sleeping inside her | Matt Sturniolo pt. 2

Matt Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where Matt wakes up the next morning and just wants to fuck Y/N.

Warning: Smut (mdni), somnophilia (consented!), p in v, fem masturbation.

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

Part 1

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Matt felt his senses slowly return the next morning. The sun that came through the cracks in the blinds kept the room warm and welcoming, warming the blanket that covered his body. The sounds of birds outside and Y/N's light breathing filling the space.

The boy tried to move, holding his breath for a moment as he felt his cock being pressed by his girlfriend's walls, keeping him warm and hard, then remembering how they went to sleep the night before.

His blue eyes closed as Matt tried to focus on anything but his completely naked girlfriend next to him as his cock was buried inside her, the scent of her skin keeping him high. But all his self control was lost when his girl's hot, sticky walls squeezed him tightly while she was still asleep, seeming to want to expel him out or bring him in more, Matt wasn't sure.

The boy wrapped his left arm around Y/N's waist again, careful not to wake her, before lifting his own left leg and placing his foot on the bed, so that he could guide his movements more easily.

Matt pushed his hips back until only his head was inside, before slowly inserting his length again, letting out a breathy sigh at the delicious sensation, thanking Y/N for using lube the night before, which along with her wetness made the contact easier and more pleasant.

Matt rested his forehead on Y/N's shoulder, closing his eyes and focusing on the sensation, his hand going to one of the girl's tit on instinct, massaging the area carefully.

His hips seemed to take on a rhythm that he was already very well accustomed to and would never tire of doing, a calm and slow one, specific to moments when he wanted to love his girl and feel every little part of her perfect body.

His back flexed with his movements, sweat starting to accumulate on the back of his neck and biceps as low pants fell from his lips.

The wet sound that Y/N's pussy made with each thrust was the only thing that filled the room, increasing Matt's arousal.

It didn't take long for the girl to wake up, a moan escaping her lips before her eyes even opened.

"Matt- Fuck." Y/N moaned slowly, pushing her hips back against the brunette's pelvis, eliciting a low moan from him.

"Morning baby." Matt said in a low voice, the fingers of his left hand now able to pinch his girl's hard nipples, pulling them, making Y/N arch her back so that her ass was completely pert and her chest was fully forward.

Matt's right arm, which had previously served as a pillow for his girlfriend, was now around her neck, forcing her head back so that he could see her expression over her shoulder. Y/N's right hand quickly snaked its way until it stopped on Matt's arm, which served as her special necklace at that moment, squeezing the spot tightly as she licked her lips, wetting them.

One of the greatest pleasures for the boy was watching his girlfriend's pleasured features as they fucked or made love, the way her eyes rolled back and her eyelashes fluttered, the way her mouth opened in a perfect circle as her tongue lolled out or arched inside her mouth at the sensation, sometimes her full lips being bitten hard by her teeth in an attempt to silence her loud moans.

Matt was able to adjust his feet so that his thrusts were deeper and stronger, but keeping them slow, not wanting to break the spell of the moment. His cock moving in and out of Y/N at a single pace, taking out almost everything and then thrusting his entire length until his red head hit the spongy spot that made his girl see stars.

"Does it feel good, baby? Does it feel good to feel my cock moving in and out of you so easily? 'Was made for me, hm?" Matt whispered against Y/N's ear, hearing her gasp and moan in response.

The girl took her left hand to Matt's back, grabbing his ass and forcing him to go deeper, rolling against his hip and Matt followed her movements, Y/N's eyes rolling as she felt his dick hit points inside her that she didn't think was possible

Sex, fuck or love was always like this with Matt, no matter how many times the two got intimate, the boy always managed to surprise her.

Matt moaned hoarsely when Y/N made a specific movement that made his dick twitch, feeling suffocated by her moist walls. He lifted his left hand, which was previously on her tits, and brought it to her bare shoulder, removing the strands of hair stuck there by sweat, planting kisses on the area, his blue eyes opening and closing constantly, feeling like he could drown in the intense pleasure.

That same hand snaked down his girlfriend's body, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind, stopping at her hip momentarily, where he squeezed tightly, smiling at the idea of ​​being able to look at the area later and see the imprint of his fingers adorning her skin in a perfect way, almost like an art.

Y/N felt unable to form coherent words, moans, and murmurs escaping her lips along with gasps and sighs, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration and pleasure, wanting to stay there forever.

Y/N's body twitched on its own as Matt moved his fingers nimbly across her clit suddenly, his hand going from her hip to her pleasure point in seconds, moving his index and middle fingers in circles and then up and down at its own pace, his hand acting automatically as if that action was already engraved in his memory.

"Fuck, look at you, I could watch you like this all day." Matt murmured, his blue eyes fixed on Y/N's face.

His hand acted quickly to lift his girlfriend's left leg into the air, his fingers pressing the inside of her knee, starting firm and faster thrusts, looking for his own orgasm, wanting to reach it with his girl. Matt took his cock out only halfway and came back in with force, making Y/N feel each of his veins massage her walls and his head press against her magic spot. Her hip movements became more frantic and uneven as her head fell further back, slamming the back of it against Matt's shoulder, telling him that she was close to her orgasm.

"Please Matt, I need- Please..." Y/N begged, unable to form a complete sentence, only able to think about reaching her peak.

"Do you want to cum, babe? Are you going to give me one, hm?" Matt asked against the top of her head, closing his eyes as he felt his own orgasm begin to rise.

"Please. Please, Matt, please." Was all Y/N could say, her hands clenching into fists in their respective places, marking her boyfriend's skin and crumpling the sheets.

"Cum for me, love." Matt whispered and his approval was what made Y/N collapse, her legs shook incessantly as her stomach contracted, the fingers of her hand taking on a white color with the strength the girl used in her grip, her head pushing firmly against Matt's shoulder as her eyes rolled back tightly, her mouth open in a perfect O as loud moans escaped her rosy lips.

The image along with the way Y/N's pussy squeezed Matt's dick tighter than before brought him to his own orgasm, strong and hot jets reaching the depths of his girlfriend's pussy. His left hand went down from the girl's knee to her thigh, squeezing the area tightly, while his right hand, still around her neck, clenched into a fist in pleasure. His own thighs shook from the intense orgasm as his mouth opened and gasps and sighs came from his lips, along with some moans and calls of his girlfriend's name.

A few seconds passed and the two felt the waves of pleasure gradually diminish, their minds becoming active again as panting echoed through the walls of their shared room.

Y/N opened her eyes slowly, her vision adjusting to the brightness of the room that was almost imperceptible before, lowering her leg that was still in the air.

Matt took his length out of his girlfriend slowly, afraid of hurting her, knowing how sensitive she would be, his left hand going to her stomach and caressing the area affectionately, kissing her shoulder repeatedly.

The girl lightly squeezed Matt's arm one last time, before taking her hand away, turning on her boyfriend's bicep so that she was now facing him. Matt's right hand quickly found comfort in Y/N's hair, caressing it.

"Hi." She smiled big, her eyes shining with love.

"Hi." He responded, laughing lowly as he brought his face closer to hers, his lips finally finding the ones he loved so much, his tongue passing through Y/N's closed lips, wetting them and asking for passage, which was granted.

A slow kiss began, the kind that makes you want to stay there forever, the kind that allows you to breathe through your nose calmly, lengthening the time of the gesture.

Y/N broke the kiss, placing her forehead against Matt's and closing her eyes, breathing in, absorbing the natural scent of the brunette's skin and the lavender of the blanket.

"I love you." Matt whispered, his left hand making a calm and affectionate path from her thigh to her waist, touching his nose to hers in an eskimo kiss.

"I love you more." She responded, letting out a low laugh at the gesture and moving closer, pressing their bodies together, her face settling against Matt's chest so that the top of her head was under his chin, her right arm wrapping around his waist. A sigh of relief and comfort escaped her lips, her mind convincing her to enter a state of sleep again.

"Sleep, baby. Today, we have the day to ourselves." The brunette muttered, knowing it was Saturday, so she had no work, and he had no videos to record. His lips found the top of her head, kissing the area for long seconds while he inhaled through his nose, instantly relaxing, being able to enter the world of dreams again.

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Not all Second-Language Speakers are Made Equal.

@waltzshouldbewriting asked:

Hello! I’m writing a story that features a character who’s first language is not English. He’s East African, specifically from Nairobi, Kenya, and is pretty fluent in English but it’s not his primary language, and he grew up speaking Swahili first. I’m struggling to figure out if it’s appropriate or in character to show him forgetting English words or grammar. From what I’ve researched, English is commonly spoken in Nairobi, but it wouldn’t be what was most spoken in his home. For context, this is an action/superhero type story, so he (and other characters) are often getting tired, stressed, and emotional. He also speaks more than two languages, so it makes sense to me that it would be easier to get confused, especially in a language that wasn’t his first. But I’m worried about ending up into stereotypes or tropes. For additional context: I’m monolingual, I’ve tried to learn a second language and it’s hard. A lot of how I’m approaching this comes from my own challenges correctly speaking my own, first and only language.

Diversity in Second-Language English

You seem to have an underlying assumption that second language acquisition happens the same for everyone. 

The way your character speaks English depends on so many unknown factors: 

Where does your story take place? You mention other characters; are they also Kenyan, or are they all from different countries?

Assuming the setting is not Kenya, is English the dominant language of your setting? 

How long has your character lived in Kenya vs. where he is now? 

What are his parents’ occupations? 

What level of schooling did he reach in Nairobi before emigrating? 

What type of school(s) did he go to, public or private? Private is more likely than you think. 

Did his schooling follow the national curriculum structure or a British one? Depends on school type and time period. 

Does he have familiarity with Kenyan English, or only the British English taught in school? 

Is this a contemporary setting with internet and social media?

I bring up this list not with the expectation that you should have had all of this in your ask, but to show you that second language acquisition of English, postcolonial global English acquisition in particular, is complex. 

My wording is also intentional: the way your character speaks English. To me, exploring how his background affects what his English specifically looks like is far more culturally interesting to me than deciding whether it makes him Good or Bad at the language. 

L2 Acquisition and Fluency

But let’s talk about fluency anyway: how expressive the individual is in this language, and adherence to fundamental structural rules of the language.

Fun fact: Japanese is my first language. The language I’m more fluent in today? English. Don’t assume that an ESL individual will be less fluent in English compared to their L1 counterparts on the basis that 1) it’s their second language, or 2) they don’t speak English at home. 

There’s even a word for this—circumstantial bilingualism, where a second language is acquired by necessity due to an individual’s environment. The mechanisms of learning and outcomes are completely different. 

You said you tried learning a second language and it was hard. You cannot compare circumstantial bilingualism to a monolingual speaker’s attempts to electively learn a second language. 

Motivations?

I understand that your motivation for giving this character difficulties with English is your own personal experience. However, there are completely different social factors at play.

The judgments made towards a native speaker forgetting words or using grammar differently are rooted in ableism and classism (that the speaker must be poor, uneducated, or unintelligent). That alone is a hefty subject to cover. And I trust you to be able to cover that!

But on top of that, for a second language speaker, it’s racism and xenophobia, which often lend themselves to their own ableist or classist assumptions (that those of the speaker’s race/ethnicity must be collectively unintelligent, that they are uneducated or low class due to the occupations where they could find work, or conversely that they are snobby and isolationist and can't be bothered to learn a new language). Intersections, intersections.

If you want to explore your experiences in your writing, give a monolingual English speaker in your cast a learning disability or some other difficulty learning language, whatever you most relate with. And sure, multilingual folks can occasionally forget words like anyone else does, or think of a word in one language and take a second to come up with it in the other language. But do not assume that multilinguals, immigrants, or multiethnic individuals inherently struggle with English or with multiple languages just because you do.

~ Rina

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Rise Characterizations

Last month I did an in-depth re-watch of rottmnt s1 to take some notes on writing the characters of rise from their perspective and such. Figured I'd share what I found, but I'm also posting this bc my docs have a nasty habit of blipping out of existence.

We'll start with Raph bc he's the oldest of course, but I'll post the others sep. bc this is gonna get long!!

Raph Character Notes

Language Habits:

Catchphrases: "like a boss", "smash"

Verbalizes his attacks such as "smash", "knuckle sandwich", "power smash jitsu", "tonfa power jitsu", "mystic punch jitsu"

Uses older song titles for surprised exclamations or in place of cursing, most notably "jumping jack flash!"

Uses aave/bae, For example: 'em instead of them, 'ey instead of they, 'cause instead of because, forgoes the g in ing words (going becomes goin')

Uses less and less grammar the more he's stressed, and his voice will come to a higher pitch

Will speak in a softer tone to his little brothers if he's concerned about hurting their feelings. Aka babying them

Mixes up both metaphors and idioms. Would be one to say how the turn tables unironically

Does say "hero" a lot, lost count, especially in phrases like "hero town"

Refers to his brothers as "boys" or "fellas"

Refers to Splinter as "pop(s)" most often

Refers to strangers he's directly talking to as "bubs" or "hoss"

Personality:

Protective of his family

Plays up the hero act/has a strong sense of duty and justice

Impatient, rushes in without a plan (pre-movie), doesn't finish books until the end, falls asleep during "boring movies"

Oblivious, doesn't read into things beyond surface level. Struggles with empathy when something is beyond his understanding, but is still very emotional

Center of responsibility for his brothers, but also has a reckless sense of fun. As long as it's him doing the stupid unsafe thing it's fine

Carries the weight, in a literal sense he piggy backs his brothers, but will also use his body as a shield from danger. Unfortunately this also means he takes his brothers a little less seriously (Mikey the most common victim), and will try and either protect them from everything or as an oldest sibling everything has go "his way"

Doesn't do well in solitude. Needs to be looking after people to feel functional, and needs to be around people to feel safe

Clumsy, "takes horrible pictures", isn't very good at hiding, he's a big guy so it probably took a lot of time to find balance

A sweet guy who still won't shy from making fun of his family. Leo tends to be the brunt of his teasing since he is the most annoying, but he will also poke Donnie on his dramatics

Likes cute things!!! Has a teddy bear collection and loves animals. It's so cool how this isn't played off as a joke and he's still just as masculine for liking pink and cutesy stuff

Likes fighting!!! Gets a lot of energy out defeating bad guys (where he directs his anger towards), the one who is shown to train the most, and also weight lifts in his spare time

Doesn't do well under pressure, here the anger comes out the most. He gets stressed when it's all on him, especially since he tends to mess up the most in these moments

Miscellaneous:

Second to unlock mystic powers

Nicknames/codenames: "raph-a-doodle" by leo, "red rover" by april, "red king" by donnie

Teddy bear names: Doctor Huggenstein, Captain Snuggles, Cheech

Stinks: fear stink, amazement stink, sneaking up on people stink, victory stink

Seems to be less afraid of rabbits and more afraid of puppets

Went on his first solo mission at 13

Cannot lift a bus, at age 15

Thought about discussing fighting style, but I'm not as familiar with that concept and I've seen a couple posts dissecting such topic. So we'll end here for now. Hope this was helpful!!! I'll post the rest of the boys later and link here

Leo is up!!

Donnie is up!!

Mikey is up!!

Splinter is up!!

April is up!!

Cassandra is up!!

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