#i really don’t talk about dem enough

[selfishdoll]

NOW PLAYING…. GIRLS DEM SUGAR

It's been awhile since I'm admiring yuh tenderness

PIERCING HCS w/ JJK MEN.

ft. kashimo hajime, gojo satoru, takuma ino, nanami kento, & choso.

cw. sexual/suggestive themes, ooc characters, piercings (?).

got this idea randomly. half of these piercings i want for myself. unedited, please excuse typos & grammar mistakes.

KASHIMO HAJIME. ★ back dermals

the day you brought up the piercing to him and showed him a picture, he was confused. he didn’t see the point, and thought it was a little odd just having two random pieces of metal on either side of your lower back.. but boy was he wrong.

the pretty silver of the piercing rested upon your soft mocha skin perfectly, filling those cute little venus dimples he just loved. his eyes were always on your ass in general, but these piercings just amplified it.

and don’t get him started on the back shots. you just look too good all arched, ass poked out with those shiny fucking piercings all in his face. he loves it.

oh.. you’re even prettier from behind, sweetheart.

kissing between the piercings at times, tugging down the waistband of your pants to see them, he’s obsessed and is a little irritated you didn’t get them earlier.

GOJO SATORU. ★ vertical clit hood

you’ve wanted the piercing for a while, long before you even started dating gojo— but never got around to it. however, one faithful day you decide to just say screw it, and get the piercing. your refrained from telling your lover since you wanted to surprise him.

as pretty as it was, you would definitely not get it again.

anyhow, you went home that day, all smiles though still a little sore. walking into your home, you spotted gojo seated, minding his business. you walked over, his eyes glancing up at you and your goofy smile.

one he mirrored. what’s got you so excited?

i have something to show you. you would reply, cheeks nearly hurting from how much you were smiling. gojo watched with interest as your placed your things down, settling on the ottoman infront of him and slowly, pulling your pants down. he sat up, now completely interested.

you hooked your fingers on your panties, slowly pulling them down and opening your legs. his eyes widened, leaning over and pressing a hand on your thigh.

is that real?

yep! you quickly swatted his hand before he could touch it, glaring at him as you quickly shut your legs. much to his dismay.

before you can touch me there, we have to wait eight weeks.

you nearly laughed at the distraught expression on his face, ignoring his soft buts and what ifs. most healed enough for sex around the fourth week, but given how rough satoru could be— you opted for eight.

which was hell for the white haired male. dramatically counting down the days, walking out when you changed, the whole nine yards. the amount of patience or rather restraint he had was amazing. especially since you hardly made it easier for him.

the moment the eight mark his hands and mouth are all over, caring less for the metallic taste when he’s eating you out.

and when he finally gets to fuck you? he tried to be gentle, really he did— but with him angling his hips right and your piercing is rubbing against him so nicely, well; that gentleness goes through the window.

So fucking pretty.. you should have gotten this sooner, [Name].

TAKUMA INO ★ tongue piercing

you talked to ino about your interest in piercings, specifically getting one in your tongue. the pain was the only thing holding you back to which the man assured you you’d be fine, you’re tough, you got this.

so he tagged to your appointment when it came up, holding your hand as you sat waiting for the piercer. it was kind of cute to him, watching your eyes dart back in forth anxiously.

relax [name], i’m sure it’ll be quick.

you would only suck in a small breath, forcing a smile at your lover before glancing over at the person piercing you.

like ino said it was quite quick, painful— but quick. after you were done, you took multiple looks in the mirror, flicking your tongue about in different angles to take in the piercing. you loved it, and ino.. realized he did too. far more then he should have.

throughout the healing period of four weeks his eyes would travel to your tongue piercing each time you spoke to him, a certain heat resting underneath his skin. his thoughts quickly delved from him simply liking the piercing to wanting it on him, around him, touching him. he just.. wondered how it felt.

you weren’t an idiot to his thoughts at all. purposely eating far too sensually then you should have, glancing up at him through your eyelashes with the sweetest, most innocent smile.

you finally decided to end his torture when the healing period was up, offering to complete his fantasies.

i bet you were wondering what it felt like this whole time..

what? no, no i wasn’t. ino tries to deny it, but the deep blush on his face and the way his legs were opening so naturally, well— you knew otherwise.

the moment your tongue was on him, his eyes were pinched close, large hands resting on your hand. the warmth of your tongue and the cold of your piercing was just enough, him coming in minutes.

i’m.. gonna get a piercing for you. is what he declared after such a mind blowing experience.

NANAMI KENTO ★ ashley piercing

any piercings or tattoos you had nanami wouldn’t mind, he would love them regardless. they’re a part of you and well, he loves every single part of you.

so when you wanted the ashley piercing he was all for it, declaring it’d look nice on your pretty lips. well, anything did anyway.

it didn’t take long to heal, nanami smiling at how you counted down each day, just waiting to kiss him.

and when the sixteenth day was up, your lips were planted against him. nanami of course returned your sweet kiss, though, it did feel quite different from before. similar to ino the silver barbell created a nice balance between warm and cold, brushing against his lips lightly.

it felt, nice. far nicer then he wanted to admit. but he didn’t have to, since the moment you pulled away the man is chasing after you, planting his lips firmly back onto you— as if angry you left in the first place.

and don’t get him started on your kiss down his body, it’s.. too much. his skin is growing hot the moment you kiss at his collarbone, smoldering when you reach his v-line.

nanami has to admit this is his favorite piercing yet.

KAMO CHOSO ★ nipple piercings

first & foremost, i think choso is a breasts kind of guy. likes the way they fill his hands, likes sucking on them, and likes laying on them. now with that outta of the way— when you told him ( and showed him ) you wanted nipple piercings, he was a little skeptical. one, the thought of you infront of someone bare like that made him a bit nervous and two, after researching he’s heard horror stories of such piercings. choso quickly became worried for you and while he refused to talk you out of it, he did ask if you were sure.

when you didn’t budge, choso supported you, deciding to be right there at the appointment to hold your hand. he didn’t worry about the piercer, nor you; he trusted you fully.

choso was a little discouraged when he realized he couldn’t suck or play with your breasts for a while, but knowing he could possibly hurt you made such dismay fade quickly. your comfort was more important than his fixation.

when you were finally comfortable enough, the man was continuing his usual antics; grabbing your breasts, sucking and playing with your nipples. the metallic taste took some getting used to, but that didn’t matter the moment he realized how sensitive you were now. how you twitched, gasped, and moaned but just a swipe of his tongue across your pretty nipples.

it excited choso greatly, now spending moments between sessions sucking at your breasts, being the only man to ever make you come from them alone. and having you ride him, face buried in your chest, sucking both at the same time? well, choso was in pure bliss.

so despite the waiting time taking much longer then choso would have wished, it was definitely worth it in the end

#mani writes ━━ ★ #mechahrt #mdni #hajime kashimo #hajime kashimo x black!reader #hajime kashimo x reader #jjk x black reader #jjk smut #jjk x fem!reader #black!reader #smut #jjk nanami #nanami x reader #choso x female reader #takuma ino x black!reader

[the-dawn-star]

Ooo if it’s okay (if this is too detailed, no worries!!!)

Can I please request a Mate!Demetri x Mate!fem!newborn vampire!reader where she’s only been a vampire for a very, very short time (like a couple months or even weeks or something), one of the Cullens had turned her. She has a telekinesis powers (though she’s not trained on using them). She goes with Alice and Bella to save Edward. (Y/n being jealous when Dem is restraining Alice, accidentally blurting out that he should restrain her instead… he does lol). And when Alice and Edward say no to Aro asking them to join the Volturi… Y/n says yes + she’s Demetri’s mate

A/N: Hi! Firstly, this turned more angsty than intended but I hope that doesn't bother you too much. Secondly, I kinda picked some of the things you mentioned so sorry for letting some of them out. Thirdly, thanks for requesting and stuff!

-S

+ 600ish words.

I knew that I should not be here. I had been a vampire for three weeks and hunger had been killing me ever since we left for the airport. Every contact was itchy, and my throat felt like it was burning. Carlisle had told me not to go, but I cared for Edward too much to let him do this to himself. But I wasn’t sure if coming to the other side was worth it because of the pain I was in. I should not be here.  

Aro was talking to Edward, but I could not pay enough attention to listen. The hunger was too strong to do anything.  

I was brought back to reality when a member of the guards wrapped their hands around my arms. I knew I wasn’t strong enough to fight back when a member of the elite guard was holding me. I turned to look at my friends seeing that Bella and Alice were being held just like me while Edward was fighting with a guard. But Edward was younger and weaker than the guard.  

I turned to Alice who looked just as panicked as Bella. She tried to fight back against the hold of the vampire, but just like Edward she was too weak to overpower him. He was beautiful in the weird vampiric way that I had gotten so used to since knowing about this part of the world.  

But I was pulled away from the vampire only to be directed back to Bella and the sound of her beating heart. I was so hungry... so hungry...  

Someone said something and someone else responded to that but couldn’t concentrate on any of it. All of the sounds were so far away from me and in truth the words didn’t really interest me.  

“Y/N,” The sound was a whisper, but it made me see the room and the people in it again. Alice was looking at me confused about my change in normal behavior.  

I wasn’t held by a vampire anymore and everyone was looking at me. Aro was in front of me, his hand extended to me. I knew of his powers, but the idea was still more than terrifying. But I had no choice, and just because he didn’t take my hand forcefully wasn’t an invitation to decline the offer. So, I placed my hand on his.

“Alice, be a dear and tell Carlisle to take better care of his new vampires. Y/N here has been famished since you left to save your brother.”  

I couldn’t look at my friends while Aro spoke.  

“Tell me, why do you keep the diet Carlisle is so inclined to keep? You clearly do not enjoy it.” Aro asked while keeping his eyes closed.  

“I- I don’t think they would like it... If I drank from humans...” It was difficult to make sentences when my insides were burning and talking hurt.  

“And you have special ability too..., and they have not trained you or helped you with the powers you now have...”  

Aro let my hand go before opening his eyes.  

“I have tried to get you coven members to join the Volturi for a long time. And now I am inclined to ask you the same.”  

If my heart could still beat it would have raised.  

“Aro...” Marcus sounded bored but raised his hand, so Aro understood the invitation.  

For a few seconds Aro held Marcus’s hand before letting it go and letting out a happy hum.  

“It seems that dear Y/N’s mate has been found.” Aro smiled at me before averting his eyes to a guard.  

“Demitri, come here to meet your mate...” 

#the twilight series #the twilight saga #the twilight renaissance #the volturi x reader #the volturi coven #the volturi #the volturi guard #demetri volturi #volturi #demetri volturi x reader #demetri x reader #vampire reader #angst #the cullen coven #the cullens #aro volturi #bella swan #alice cullen #edward cullen #marcus volturi #caius volturi

[stellae-de-baphometis]

Hello!! I am extremely new to demonolatry as I have very recently discovered it and I would like to know if you have any resources for beginners to read/watch that are helpful. Don’t worry about it if you don’t or if you simply don’t feel like it, I don’t mind!! Ty and have a nice day!!!!

Hey there! Terribly sorry for answering this so late. Xx So I've only been into Daemonolatry for about a year now, though I have learnt a lot thus far and I'd be more than happy to share some really important pointers to aid you in walking this path. ^.^

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So first and foremost before I get into the main blogpost, I really cannot stress this enough...

Please educate yourself on closed practices and steer clear of cultural appropriation in your personal practises. There are a group of people in the Daemonolatry community who appropriate the heck out of Jewish daemons, especially Lilith. Judaism is a closed practise and therefore it's only respectful to not incorporate Judaism into your personal practises. Appropriating Judaism is actually a form of anti-Semitism, so please be mindful and respectful of these things! 🖤

I'm ashamed to admit this but I actually used to think it was completely fine to appropriate Jewish daemons last year, thanks to subreddits like r/DemonlatryPractices who would constantly try to push propaganda about Lilith being a "Mesopotamian Pagan Goddess" and other excuses for appropriating her. That same subreddit decided to attack me when I merely mentioned (on a completely different subreddit, mind you) that I disagreed with them appropriating Lilith, and in turn I got witch-hunted so that's great lmao. 🤡

Please avoid that subreddit at all costs, it's an absolute cesspit of cultural appropriation and passive anti-Semitism, and honestly they exhibit cult-like behaviour if you do so much as simply disagree with the appropriation of Jewish daemons. It's pretty disturbing... But yeah anyways sorry for rambling lol.

I'd also recommend avoiding people and organisations such as S. Connolly, V.K. Jehannum, Satan & Suns/Sons, BlackWitchCoven, The BecomeALivingGod Forum, The Satanic Temple, Joy Of Satan Ministries, The Order Of Nine Angles, scarletarosa (a user that literally exists here on Tumblr... yikes), etc. They engage in Jewish appropriation, and some of them even have ties to Nazism, racism, and other forms of bigotry too.

Some other Jewish daemons/spirits that you should avoid appropriating alongside Lilith are; Naamah, Agrat Bat Mahalath, Eisheth Zenunim, Samael, Abyzou, and the Grigori / Watcher Angels.

There are many other closed practices too, but if you'd like to do further research I can leave that up to you. ^.^

Okay sorry about that huge ramble lmao, just thought I would get that out of the way before getting into the main post because I think it's an important point to make and I don't want you to fall down a cultural appropriation apologist pipeline like I did at the beginning of my practise lol. Xx

Anyways, let's talk about The Infernal Divine!

+: GIF Credit :+

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So we'll start with some really basic stuff. What exactly are daemons?

It's not commonly known outside of Daemonolatry that daemons themselves actually predate Christianity. The term 'demon' (alternatively spelled 'daemon') comes from the word 'daimon' which originates way back in Greek mythology. Daimons were a type of tutelary deity as well as guiding spirit whose divine nature was that of both mortals and deities. They were also sometimes regarded as bringers of knowledge, wisdom, and destiny. In this sense, they could be considered deities in their own right.

Contrary to popular belief, daemons are not evil and never were to begin with. It was only until the coming of Christianity that daemons as well as other gods were vilified and ostracised due to the cultish, radical, monotheistic mindset a lot of Christian extremists held back in the day. Lucifer himself was a "demonized" Roman god also known as Phosphorus, associated with light and the planet Venus. From that description alone, I don't really get evil vibes lol.

In my opinion, our world cannot simply be split up into just black or white, and daemons are no exception. Daemons aren't evil, but they aren't completely love and light either; They're neutral. Much like humans as well as the universe itself, the Infernal Divine are various shades of grey, and all daemons are unique and differ in personality.

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So with all this in mind, what are some good resources that don't endorse and/or engage in appropriation of closed practices?

The YouTube channels ESOTERICA and ReligionForBreakfast have great information on the history of various religions and practises!

~ Book Recommendations ~

Livre des Esperitz

Dictionnaire Infernal

Pseudomonarchia Daemonum

Pandemonium: A Discordant Concordance Of Diverse Spirit Catalogues

I personally am working towards being a daemonolatry resource myself, but I haven't been able to post much lately due to my mental health issues. I also took an active break last year, as it was pointed out by a friend of mine that my belief of thinking it was fine to appropriate closed practises was obviously problematic, and so I took time off from posting in order to educate myself and delete any problematic blog posts I had made endorsing that in the past.

But nonetheless, I hope that what I was able to provide in this post was helpful! I wish you well on your spiritual path. 🖤

❀ ~ Many Blessings ~ ❀

-Korv

#asks #daemonolatry info posts #demonolatry #daemonolatry #demonology #daemonology #paganism #pagan #witchblr #theistic satanism #satanism #spiritual satanism #theistic luciferianism #luciferian #daemons #demons #infernal gods #infernal divine

[justmeinadaze]

A Toxic Lesson Part 2 (Kurt X Y/N)

A/N: After promising it forever, I finally bare you a part 2. I saw an interview the other day where Joe said he had like a tub of oily hair product they kept to make his hair look the way it does in the film lol Still a sexy boy with dem big hands <3.

Warnings: Kurt is a toxic boy! This relationship is definitely not a healthy one! He gaslights her constantly and through out the two stories her mind slowly slips from ration to irrational. If this triggers you I INSIST YOU DO NOT READ!

SMUT, he is a bit rough with some dominate, strongly possessive behavior, dirty talk, ANGST, all of it. The murders in the film are glossed over till we get to the one in this story. Like the first story I changed some of the dialogue because...I mean you get it...his passenger is a sexist douchebag lol, his death is briefly described but not lingered on. Another death is described in a bit more detail but not too much (if you've seen the film you know; those bottom pics in the picture above is a hint).

Again, Kurt is NOT a good boy. He does get a bit rough with the reader, shoving her against a wall when she mentions something he doesn't like, she talks about her feelings (feeling like this is her fault somehow, wondering if there was more she could have done, etc), Kurts toxic upbringing is mentioned briefly. I think that's everything but alas... if you watched the movie and read my last story you should know what your walking into!

Word Count: 4141

Part 1

You remained silent for the next couple of rides Kurt picked up but your eyes were always scanning him over. What happened? How did he get to this point? Was it something you missed or could have prevented? He had always had a rough childhood with his parent’s divorce and his dad’s drug habit. He felt that strong need to take care of his mother but she always felt so absent. Most of the time Kurt was alone…which was part of the reason you assumed he needed to have so many followers. He needed to be seen, to be loved. 

Maybe my love wasn’t enough…I could have given him more; supported him harder. I should have found a way to give him what he needed. 

As the car stopped at a red light, he turned to glance at you noticing your glazed over look. His soft hand reached out to lightly grip your chin forcing you to make eye contact with him and when his thumb caressed your cheek, a pleasant sigh left your lips. 

“I love you, Kurt.”

His smile melts your heart before the Spree app dings for his next passenger reminding you both of what he was doing. The next person he picked up was a complete douchebag. Any time Kurt tried to say something kind, the man cut him off saying he had somewhere he needed to be and that he needed to “shut the fuck up.”

“HEY! There’s no reason for you to be an asshole! Either be nice or YOU shut the fuck up.”

“Ugh. Control your fucking woman, dude.”

“Hey, alright, come on now. We show women respect.”

“I’ll show her some fucking respect…”, the man grumbled under his breath. 

Your eyes rolled as he continued to complain, even more so when Kurt accepted the call to pick up another passenger. As soon as she got in the car, you liked her. She put the asshole in his place and your boyfriend seemed really interested in her when it came to her career. While the man kept trying to hit on her, Kurt asked her questions and you watched as his whole demeanor changed converting back to that goofy kid you fell in love with. 

“Um, sir, are you a twitter bot or is there a real live human boy in there?”

Kurt blinked as he nervously laughed. “I’m as real as you. I don’t…”

Your jaw clenched as you held in the urge to snap at her. She didn’t know him like you did or what he had been through. In this moment, he was genuinely being kind to her and she was mocking him. What was worse was he also genuinely didn’t seem to get that she was. 

“…you becoming Insta famous has made you a total bitch.”

Kurt slammed on the breaks causing everyone to fly forward as he turned to face the other man. 

“Out!”

You listened to everyone argue before the woman got out of the car and splashed the man with water from her bottle and tossing it at his rear window. Gasping as some of the water hit you, Kurt immediately turned to you, his large palm cupping your cheek as he wiped the liquid away from your lips. 

“Just drive, asshole!”

Kurt’s eyes shifted like it had with the others but instead of panicking, you tilted forward crashing your lips to his. 

“Jesus fucking Christ! Unless this is going to be a three way, can we get a move on so I can fuck my own girl!”

Heavily sighing, Kurt pulled away from you but held your hand as he began to drive again. As he headed for another secluded area, he managed to get the man out of his vehicle as the rider proclaimed obnoxiously that he needed to go to the bathroom. When he turned towards you with that slanted, cocky smile, you knew. 

“Won’t it ruin the car?”

Your boyfriend’s grin grew as he shook his hair away from his eyes and turned his whole body so he could see behind him as he reversed. The thud made you jump as the man rolled over the top and down over the hood. Kurt tilted his head as he watched the body slide off the windshield and onto the dirt.

This time he was surprised when he felt your small hand graze the bulge in his sweatpants. Kurt’s murder filled eyes met your lust filled ones before you lean over to passionately kiss him. His mouth hums against yours as you move your palm faster against him and he rapidly reaches for the waistband of his pants to shove them down just enough to free his cock.

“Wait. Shit. I almost forgot.” As he begins reaching for his phone to turn off the cameras, you grab his wrist. 

“You…you can leave them on if you want to.”

His long, fingers snaked behind your head as his lips trailed up your jawline to the shell of your ear that was furthest from the cameras in front of you. 

“You’re mine, Y/N. No one can see or have your body except me. If I wanted to fuck you in front of these people I would have done it already.”

“O-okay. I’m sorry if I upset you, baby.”

The fingers Kurt had tangled in your hair abruptly tugged you back, forcing you to look up at him. 

“How many times do I have to tell you that you don’t have to be afraid of me? Hm?”

“I-I-I’m not afraid of you. Not anymore. I just don’t want you to be upset or unhappy.”

Kurt’s eyes soften as he leans forward to kiss your forehead before pressing buttons on his phone to turn off all the cameras.

“As long as I’m with you, baby, I’m happy. I love you so much.” Hearing him say that had a giddy feeling course through your veins. Without looking away, you lick your palm, and he moans as you stroke his length.

Roughly, he unbuttons your jeans and shoves two of his fingers into your mouth making you gag. 

“That’s it, pretty girl. Choke on my fingers. Get them nice and wet.”

Removing them with a desperate pop from your lips, his massively large palm slid under the waistband of your underwear making you groan as he thrust his digits inside of you.

Your forehead fell onto his shoulder and that safe feeling washed over you as you inhaled his scent reminding you of nights he held you when he spent the night talking about the future. Those nights when he would tell you all the things he was going to buy you when he became famous, not realizing that as long as you were with him you had everything you wanted. 

Hearing him grunt in your ear, you pumped your hand faster around him as his free hand clung to the back of your neck holding you tighter to him. 

“Y-yes, Y/N. Don’t stop. I’m gonna cum.”

Kurt tugged your hair so his lips could find yours till he let go and came in your hand. His own rhythm slowed only for a moment before he pumped his fingers hastily as he kissed your cheek. You clung to him as you panted and the coil snapped. 

“Good…good girl, baby. Are you ok?” You nod as you lean back and try to catch your breath. “Come on. I need to get gas and I can get you something to drink.”

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You leaned blissfully against his shoulder as he scrolled through his phone to look up the young lady he previously had in his car pausing for a moment to light up the interior with a big grin that had you smiling as well. 

“She’s got good content.”

“Yeah, I just don’t like the way she talked to you.”

“Aw.”, he coos as he kisses your nose, beaming when your smile grows. “It’s just how influencers talk to each other, honey. It’s ok. She has a show tonight…too bad we can’t go.”

You hold his hand the rest of the way until you stop at a gas station and get out with him to stretch your legs. Hearing him mutter under his breath, you assumed he was talking to the camera which wasn’t abnormal for him until you heard him raise his voice. 

“Yeah, Bobby! That’s because people know we’re on a break right now!”

You chose to remain silent since the last time you brought up his relationship with Bobby he got exceptionally angry. It killed you, though, as he paused to look at his phone and his face fell. He shouted at the screen making you jump before you both finally noticed the cop on the other side getting gas as well. 

As he continued to talk, you scanned the car, and froze when you noticed blood on the front bumper. Kurt followed your eyeline and as nonchalantly as possible leaned against his hood, pulling your sleeve so you could lean against his chest. You held him tightly as your thoughts spiraled into everything that could go wrong if this cop decided to dig further. Your boyfriend felt your fear and ran his palm along your back as he tried to comfort you.

“Seriously, Y/N, leave this loser.”, the little computer voice mocked from his phone. 

“Fuck. Off. Bobby!”, you growled. 

“Leave her alone. She’s been through a lot today.”

As the cop went about his business, Kurt kissed your cheek as they continued their back and forth and you cleaned the front of his car.  

Opening his trunk, he pulled out one of his earlier victims open house signs and tossed them in the trash. 

“What about your promise to me, Bobby! I haven’t seen anything from you! Get in the car, Y/N.”

You do as he commands watching with sympathetic eyes as he slams his trunk and climbs back in beside you. 

“Is-Is he still going to help, Kurt?”

Furiously, he slams his hands against the steering as he sighs in frustration. 

“I’m giving it my all here, goddamn it! Why can’t I get ahead!?”

Carefully, you reach out to brush some of the hair under the Kurt’s World Hat he put on behind his ear. 

“You always give 100%, baby. It’s going to get better. THINGS will get better.”

His wild eyes meet yours before he softly smiles and playfully puts one of his hats on your head. 

“I’m so glad you’re here with me, sweetheart. I don’t think I could have done this alone.”

***

Your mood drastically changed after his last ride/kill and you were angry. First, Kurt insisted you sit in the back with these pretentious people while their friend sat beside him and continuously touched some part of his body like his arm or even his face. Then he drove like a maniac through the streets until heading for his next destination where not only did these two people die violently next you but you watched him kill someone with his own hands like it was nothing.

Of course, who’s the first person he calls afterwards?

“I just got the most epic kill! It was a triple KO! Bobby!”

And of course, Bobby wasn’t amused as he belittled him and everything Kurt was doing. Your boyfriend angrily grabbed his wet wipes from the console and you push back as far from him as you could as he reached over to clean the extra blood off the door beside you. As the phone disconnected and he exited the carwash he finally focused his attention on you. 

“What’s got you so fucking pissed off?” Ignoring him you continue to glare out the window. “Go ahead, Y/N. Out with it! Is it how my friends fucking suck? Or maybe something wrong with my content? Please! Tell me! May as well kick me while I’m fucking down.”

You wanted to scream at him, smack him, or anything else you could think of to hurt him as much as you were hurting but you knew none of that would get through. Rolling down your window, you took off your Kurt’s world hat and tossed it out into the street.

“Hey! Are you fucking kidding me?! What the fuck!?”

“Fuck. You! After everything I’ve done for you and you disrespect me like that!?”

“Like what?!”

“Now this is entertaining.”, the female voice on his phone pings. 

“SHUT UP, BOBBY!”, you both shout in unison.

At a stop light, you got out of the car and power walked up the street to get away from him.  His tires skidded as he parked and ran out to follow you.

“Come on, Y/N. Stop. Talk to me.”, he begged as he tried to block your path with his body. 

“You let that bitch touch you!”, you shouted as you pushed his chest. “’Oh my god. Don’t listen to them. I think you’re a badass.’” Kurt rolls his eyes as you mock the woman’s voice. “Don’t roll your eyes at me! How would you feel if someone was flirting with me and touching my body or face?! You wouldn’t like it would you?!”

“Y/N, I didn’t even notice! All I care about is the fucking lesson!”

“Wow! What a surprise! You only care about your fucking channel and not my feelings! You’re just like your fucking dad!”

He moved in a blur, his eyes darkening as he pushed you against the building behind you. 

“I am nothing like that deadbeat.”, he growled.

“All you father cares about are his fucking records and never gave a damn about you or your mom.” You shove him again and he lets you go. “I didn’t like seeing her touch you but more than anything it hurt me that you didn’t tell her to fuck off. Also…” You hugged your arms around your body. “It scared me a little watching you kill her…like that.”

Kurt sighs as your head hangs and he watches you cry. “Come here, baby.”, he coos as he wraps his arms around you. “I’m so sorry I made you feel like I don’t care about you or your feelings. I seriously didn’t notice she was flirting. Y/N, it took me years to even realize that you had a crush on me.” He smirked when he felt you lightly giggle against him. Tugging you back, his palms gently cup your face. “I would never hurt you like that either. YOU have always supported me. YOU have always been there for me. YOU are my number one fan. I don’t want anyone else and I didn’t mean to scare you. Bobby said to add ‘WTF moments’.”, he shrugged.

“Kurt…you said you care about my feelings…please hear me when I tell you that he doesn’t care about you. He doesn’t want to help you. I’m so tired of watching you hurt because he’s not following through with promises he made you.”

Intertwining his fingers with yours, he led you back to the car and began driving again. You noticed he didn’t turn his Spree app back on as he began heading to what seemed like no apparent destination as he scrolled through that young lady’s Instagram again. You were so focused on him and listening to him mumble that you didn’t realize where you were until he parked again.

“I hope you’re watching this, Bobby.”

***

Bobby was extremely annoyed when he opened his front door and saw you both on his front porch. Kurt said they needed to talk but the other boy kept brushing him off. As he tried to slam the door on you two, your boyfriend blocked it with his foot. 

“Just remember you asked for this. Sorry, Y/N.”

Bobby tapped his camera and suddenly began streaming making you fume. What made you even more angry was the insults he hurled in Kurt’s direction as he began to sway, trying to seem like he wasn’t hurt by what the boy was saying. Sure, Bobby was a kid but he was old enough to know that what he was saying was rude and selfish. Kurt watched him grow up and was there for him for most of his life. Who did this little shit think he was?

You listen as Kurt announced his plans for the lesson but as Bobby mocked him again, he become incredibly quiet, flashing you an almost sad smirk as he reached into his pocket, and produced a knife. 

The man you fell in love, who was your first everything, and was the reason for your happiness through most of your life charged forward stabbing the person he once called his friend in the stomach. You listened to them wrestle before gun shots suddenly rang out and you ducked down on your knees as you covered your ears. 

Everything became silent and you jumped when you felt hands grab your arms. 

“Are you ok? He didn’t hurt you, did he?” You shook your head as your hands ran over your body to double check. As he kissed your forehead, he showed you the screen on his phone. “Look, honey. We’re in the double digits now.”

***

“Look, baby, oh my god. Triple digits! Hi. Hello, everyone.”

Even though Kurt had made a big deal earlier today about people seeing your body, he still began streaming with you both naked in the shower. He did keep the camera up high enough not to show anything and made sure you were pressed against his chest with his arm protectively around you to make sure you didn’t move in a direction that would expose your breasts. Like a child, you clung to him, completely terrified of everything that just happened. A normal human being would be scared that the person they were in love with just murdered someone but you were too far gone into the moment. You were more concerned that he almost got shot than anything else.

“Guys, no!”, he chuckles. “I didn’t kidnap her…you’re so funny. No, this my girlfriend. We’ve been best friends since like kindergarten and together for over 10 years! 10 years! Can you believe that?! She’s been my number one fan since day one of Kurt’s World and she’s always supported me. I love her so much.”

His eyes look down to meet your big doe ones as you stare up at him as if he hung the moon. Kurt was acknowledging you and finally admitting how much of part you played in him starting his channel. You gave him the courage and support to follow his dreams and he was finally bestowing on you the recognition you felt you deserved. The adoration and loyalty he always seemed to have towards Bobby was now focused on you and your heart melted. 

“I love you, baby.”, he cooed, sloppily kissing your lips before turning to address the camera again. Your mouth attached to his body, tracing up his chest till you reached his neck up to the outer shell of his ear. 

“I need you to fuck me, Kurt. Please.”, you whispered. 

You heard his confident voice faulter for a moment and after wrapping up what he was saying to his new viewers, turned off the stream, and tossed his phone on the floor outside of the shower door. 

His now free palm held the back of your head as he kissed your lips passionately while you clung to his neck. 

“I love you, Kurt. I was so scared that he was going to shoot you.”

“Aw, honey. Nothing is going to kill me tonight. Tonight, I’m invincible and so are you. I would never let anyone hurt you.” Turning you around, he placed your back to his chest as his hands roamed your body. While one skated over your tits, the other found its way between your legs. “Fuck…so fucking beautiful. I love that you’re mine.”

Kurt’s fingers pressed against your clit and you moaned loudly as your own palm looped between you both so you could stroke his cock.

“I’m sorry for not listening to you, baby… about Bobby.” You shook your head, not wanting to even hear his name anymore especially after he slid two of his fingers inside of your core. “You were right. You’re always right.”

“K-Kurt, I need you inside of me. Please!”

Grunting, he roughly turned you around and lifted you in his arms as he carried you to his former friend’s gigantic bed. He fell on top of you but you hastily turned him onto his back as you straddle his waist and guided his length inside of you.

“Fuck me.”

Your palms steadied yourself against his chest as you bounced on top of him, groaning as his mushroom tip constantly grazed that spot that had your eyes rolling. Memories flashed through your brain of you two growing up and everything you both had experienced together. You never could have anticipated that your relationship would have led you here but now that you were you couldn’t let him go. He needed you. Right?

“Kurt? I love you.”

“I-I love you to, baby. Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

“You…you need me right?”

His strong hands took hold of your hips forcing you to stop moving as your eyes met his. Wrapping one arm around you, he held you close to him as he pushed up onto his knees and adjusted your legs so they’d be more comfortable. 

Your boyfriend’s lips tenderly kissed your own as he gripped your behind and maneuvered you till you grinding against him again. 

“I do need you, Y/N. I always needed you. Where would I—mmm—where would I be without you?”

“P-Promise me, you…you won’t get hurt tonight. Please.”, you whimpered as your palms clung to his neck. “Please, I don’t know…what I’d do without you, baby.”

“I promise. You and I are both safe. Anyone even thinks about fucking hurting you…”, he growls as his eyes shut and press his forehead to your chest. 

“Tell me, Kurt. What will happen?”

Abruptly flipping you on to your back, your head hangs over the edge as his mouth attaches to your neck making you moan loudly as his tongue licks your skin. 

“I’ll tear them apart. I’ll make them wish they were never born.”

Kurt’s hips slam violently into your own, pushing him so deep inside of you that you swear you feel him pushing into your tummy. His thick hand wraps around your throat, squeezing lightly as his face hovers just above yours while he continues to whisper. 

“You’re mine, Y/N. All mine. If anyone tried to hurt you or take you away from me I’ll make them regret it. They’ll beg and plead but—fuck—nothing they say will be enough because you’re my angel. I-I know that look. Cum on my cock, baby.”

Your nails drag down his skin as you scream his name. Slowing his pace, he pounds into you hard until he feels you tighten around him as you cum. 

“Good girl. My good girl. You always look so pretty like this. What are you doing with me, sweetheart?”

You lazily stroke his cheek as you watch his mouth fall open while he chases his high.

“I love you, Kurt. You’re mine to. Please, fill me up. I want you to feel good to. You deserve it.”

His damp hair falls in front of your eyes as he groans and clings to your body as you feel him warm your insides. You both lay there quietly for a moment as you try to catch your breaths before he hears you giggle underneath him. 

“Honey, your hair is wet and sticking to my face.”

Your boyfriend lifts up on his elbows as he scans your features trying to get a read on where you are emotionally. 

“Oh, yeah? This hair?” You laugh as he shakes his head like a dog sprinkling water all over you as you try to push away from him. Kurt playfully wrestles with you till you both fall against the pillows and he pleasantly sighs as he pulls you to his chest. “I’m going to buy you a house like this one day. We’ll fill it with cooler stuff than this and after we get married, we’ll have a ton of kids and we’ll raise them to be nice not assholes like Bobby…”

As he continued to talk about your futures, you watch him with wide ecstatic eyes. Usually, you were the one talking about things like this while he constantly brought up his channel or becoming famous. Your heart soared at the mention of marriage and kids but as your fingers ran delicately over his skin, you had to suffocate that little voice in the back of your head that kept screaming tonight would end with you two being in a cell or dead.

#joe keery #joe keery smut #kurt spree #kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle smut #dom!kurt #fan fiction #smut #spree #joe keery spree #kurt x reader #kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle x y/n #kurt kunkle fanfic #toxic!kurt kunkle #spree movie #joe keery fanfiction

[firstagent]

What It's Like To Get Elected

Has it been another month since my last story update again? Uh… it’s still going.

Anyway, switching to another subject since I promised to talk more politics. As I mentioned before, I’ve been active with my local Democratic party. As far as getting into the room, getting access to important people, and giving them reality checks (and boy, do they need reality checks sometimes), I can’t recommend joining enough. Assuming you’ve got the spoons for it, and your local party don’t turn out to be assholes. That’s another conversation.

I also mentioned I was running for local school board. And guess what? I won!

In a small miracle for this town, we only had three candidates for three positions. Well, a small miracle and some excellent coordination from the local lefties. Because we were essentially unopposed, a lot of the steps of normal campaigning didn’t apply this time. Which is a shame, because I had a design for yard signs all set to go.

I did, however, interview for unions! That looks like a big Zoom call with a bunch of local reps where they ask you questions to make sure you support unions. The teachers union asked me about supporting LGBTQ+ students. Anyway, if you stalk me and find my Ballotpedia page (I only discovered a couple weeks ago that I had a Ballotpedia page) you’ll find two union endorsements. So that’s fun.

So is defending those endorsements and my Dems activity on community Facebook groups when people were under the impression they don’t get involved in local races. Maybe they should ask the county board candidate who swore up and down he didn’t take outside money, while taking $700 from the county Republicans. We have receipts.

Because of that nonsense I was more focused on his race than mine on Election Day. Hearing results when you’re running sometimes works a little differently, as you probably know someone working the polls that will share the results before the internet and news networks find them. So I heard about the local results well before they were published. And yes, I won! And that Republican guy lost. Bonus.

What happens next? For starters, training sessions. The state’s school board association emailed me the next morning with a login for their site. Three meetings in the next month will help get me up to speed: an orientation with the actual board, a gathering for new members in the region, and then an all-day affair about the specific governing model we have. It’s a lot, but it shows how much they prepare you going in, if you’re committed to actually doing the job right.

The biggest reality check came when I went to the next school board meeting, the lame duck session, if you will. For one, when I got there I got handed payroll paperwork. It hadn’t really sunk in that I was getting paid for this. Another is a discussion that frequently mentioned waiting on a vote until the new members could chime in. Or even the kudos from the other board members for crossing the finish line.

Yesterday I took my oath of office. Reading the email I was expecting a small private thing where I do an LBJ-style swearing in in a secretary’s office, maybe a picture. I just had to sign a thing, in the office because it had to be notarized. I was in and out in five minutes.

We’re going from roughly a 6-1 progressive majority to 7-0. That’s great news for our school, even if my first meeting I get to vote on whether elementary school registration fees are tripled, or doubled with the district subsidizing the balance. Thanks state legislature!

If you go in intending to do the job right, it’s a lot of work. That’s why it’s so important to elect people who intend to do the job right. Because so much of this is optional. It’s entirely possible to skip most of the trainings, to take your seat and either do nothing productive with it, or try to push policy whether or not it’s relevant, appropriate, or even legal. That’s how we get bad leadership, and why participation in this process is the only way anything’s going to get better.

(Feel free to use my Ask box for any political questions, including what the hell Democrats actually do at the local level and why I encourage joining them even with all the baggage attached.)

#politics #elections #school boards

[bookish-bogwitch]

Thanks @thewholelemon, @facewithoutheart, @ileadacharmedlife, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @aristocratic-otter, @nightimedreamersworld, @ionlydrinkhotwater for the tags the past couple weeks. Here are six a lot of sentences I cut from Basil Pitch's Diary, which for now is just one baby chapter but the rest of which is coming soon eventually to a browser near you.

This bit's inspired by the fact that there was a Parliament election in 2015. I cut it because it felt kind of clumsy--sticking jokes in the character's mouths that weren't necessarily in-character--and also had the small issue of being completely, utterly irrelevant to the plot. (At least that makes it spoiler-free 😅.)

Excerpt and tags below the cut:

FRIDAY 6 MARCH Blood units 4, body temp 25, hair ducal, civic engagement meh, political parties at least 3. 11 a.m. Politickal Science. Professor Kates had us debate tomorrow’s Normal Parliament election, presumably because he didn’t plan a real lesson. Had never paid much attention to Normal politics before reaching voting age. Unlike Bunce. “…And that’s why I’m voting Lib Dem,” she concluded after talking for eight solid minutes. “You’re sixteen,” objected Wellbelove.  “Not a problem,” said Bunce, flapping her ring hand.  From the back of the classroom, the pixie chimed in. “What about the Green Pa—” Bunce made a rude noise.  “What about you, Simon?” asked the professor. “How would you vote?”  Of course the Mage’s Heir gets a platform for his inane views. What a blow when he finds out there’s no Butter Union party. “Um,” orated Snow. “I … I dunno. Labour, probably.” Snow turned to Bunce. “Like, some of them are nutters, yeah, but they’d fund stuff. Like,” he reddened, “schools and, like, social programs.” “Those are already funded,” said Bunce. “Not enough.”  “You expect the government to solve all your problems,” I quoted my father automatically.  Snow gave me one of my own You’re an idiot looks. “I really don’t.”  Shit. How many times had he been asked to solve the World of Mages’s problems single-handed? Bunce was still fired up. “Simon, you can’t just dismiss Labor’s xenophobic—”  I thought about what Snow meant and missed the rest of Bunce’s rant about something something intersectionality. As if she would willingly intersect with a Normal. 4 p.m. Am torn. Pitches always vote Tory, just like we’ll always vote against the Mage once we get back the franchise. (Fiona has a plan to steal it.) A liberal government would drain our coffers even drier.  But in our borough voting Tory means re-electing a man who opposed same-sex marriage two years ago. The craven claimed he wasn’t homophobic, he just had homophobic constituents. Do not see why the straight unwashed should control my freedom to marry.  Even worse is the Tory ghoul from Aldershot who stumped about “the aggressive homosexual community” using marriage as “a stepping stone.” As if I wouldn’t pay double VAT to be stepped on by an aggressive homosexual. Still. Am not simpleton single-issue voter; marriage equality is a fait accompli. And anyway, I’d only ever want to gay-marry Snow, straight and unwashed though he is.  Felt weirdly proud of him today for disagreeing with Bunce, especially when I realized the professor had singled him out not as Mage’s Heir but as spokesnormal. And that “social programs” meant his entire childhood.  Hmm. SATURDAY 7 MARCH 10 p.m. Resolved politico-moral quandary by forgetting to vote.

Look, it wasn't my idea for Baz to be a Tory. That was all Rainbow. I also do think Penny has a centrist streak inherited from Mitali but I have no idea real how this would translate into the Normal world.

Thanks @facewithoutheart for gently pointing out that this was a complete tangent. And sorry and thank you @captain-aralias for the content beta. It's not your fault I asked you to explain UK politics and then didn't listen.

Tagging @cutestkilla, @fatalfangirl, @moodandmist, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @artsyunderstudy, @im-gettingby, and @petedavidsonscock.

#basil pitch's diary #baz pitch #simon snow #my writing #dead darlings

[route-to-eutopia-if]

Sounds like all of dem RO is one miserable bunch :v what about our mc? Is one year left enough for them to embrace their death or they also join the miserable club with them RO cuz ngl I like my MC edgy and broken

You can become edgy and broken if you want, you can also join their ‘miserable club’ if you feel like it. Hell, you can even be the biggest douchebag to all of them if you want to.

This is never-lived-a-life human being who will soon die within one year we’re talking about here. MC don’t really have anything to lose after that condition been brought up on the table, do they? So why would you care, right?

But then again, your actions will have consequences. If you also enjoy that part, you are more than welcome to do anything as you’re pleased anon! (And this is not a threat, I encourage anyone going unhinged to explore the possibilities. In fact, I created some options for that specifically lol)

This will be the last qna I replied today! Thanks for spending your time sending your asks to me. I appreciate it you guys are wholesome!!

#dystopian #dashingdon #qna #RtEMC #cog #interactive fiction

[wannabecatwriter]

“What was that about?” Jasper asked.

“I think Dem’s freaking out about having to bartend at his ex’s party. Don’t know why, really. They’re exes, it’s not like she’s going to make a play for him, especially with him dating Isobel now, plus there are going to be a bunch of people at the club. It’s going to be no different from our usual night at the bar,” Anna mused.

“I kind of get it,” he nodded, pulling Anna back into his lap. “I vaguely knew Chandra when she and Isobel worked together. She’s kind of meh as an individual.”

“But hardly scary, right?”

“Only if one is scared of getting scammed out of their hard-earned money. But I know you’re smart enough not to fall for anything she tries to peddle you, right?” Jasper chuckled.

“You know me, those scams aren’t for me. Can’t speak for the rest of the people who are going to be at the party, though.”

“Fair enough. But why are we still talking about them?” Jasper asked. “When do you have to be there again?”

“At 6.”

“That means we still have close to three hours to ourselves,” he winked.

“We do,” she smiled. “Where were we again before we got interrupted?”

#Sims3 #Chronicles of a Pessimist #Anna Luis #Jasper Dyer #Sims Stories

[chawarin-panich]

Okay I’ve seen a lot of people talking about this and I’m really confused about this part of what you wrote: “literally watch a man starve 2.2 million people, pass on using his executive power to help debt ridden folks of his own country but use it to send weapons to kill the 2 million people he's starving.”

How is Biden starving Palestinians? Isn’t he the American president? So isn’t it Israel that’s starving Palestinians, not Biden?

I thought Biden was telling Israel to send more aid to Palestinians, like that was what I’ve seen on the news, so I don’t get how him arguing for more aid is him personally starving Gazans. That seems like the opposite of personally starving them but idk

I also thought Biden tried hard to get debt forgiveness but it was Republicans who blocked it and basically they couldn’t do anything else. Like I thought they tried but it was impossible.

What’s the deal? Clearly you think things really differently than me and I’m sure you have reasons/other information sources, would you mind explaining your thought process?

shocked that I actually got a genuinely curious anon and not like death threats lol 1) Biden is a Zionist. 2) Biden just cut funding to the UNWRA in retaliation to the ICJ ruling. Officially, it's because Israel [obviously the most trustworthy country/sarcasm] claims that 7 members of the UNWRA were part of Hamas. These are not proved allegations. Here is a post on how integral the UNWRA is to the survival of Palestinians 3) The US President has the power to use something called the executive order - basically it's a way to bypass congress and must only be used for Very Important Things. You are correct that when Dems tried to move forward with debt forgiveness they were blocked by Republicans and we were told that this issue is not Important Enough to invoke an executive order. And maybe it genuinely isn't im not 100% familiar with the legality parameters of what can or cannot be achieved with an executive order. But what was the Very Important Thing he DID sign an executive order for? That's right selling weapons to Israel Congress's decision to block weapons sale to Israel was aligned with Biden's OWN CONSTITUENTS.

He betrayed the very people that VOTED for him to do this.

#nani answers #free palestine

[rintoki]

dandruff demon

hc that sanzu has troublesome hair and maybe a little conscious about it

a/n: testing…..

the bathroom was silent aside from the occasional splashing of water and sanzu’s even breathing. perhaps you might be the only person to witness him in such a state; his back turned to you, long eyelashes gently brushing the tops of his cheeks as your hands worked to massage the soapy suds into his pink hair.

given his expression as he walked through the front door earlier, it hadn’t been a good day. and with whatever amateurish knowledge you have about massaging points, you attempted to ease his tension. from the base of his skull up the middle, before eventually splitting ways to each side of his head, you applied pressure to certain points. not enough to hurt but just enough to elicit deep sighs from the pink haired man, his shoulders beginning to loosen as he melted into your touch. enough to let you know you were doing a good job.

now sanzu wasn’t an overly talkative man but he wasn’t exactly quiet either, however he had yet to speak a word past the occasional ‘yes’ or ‘no’ ever since entering your shared home. if it weren’t for the fact that he was practically purring like a cat in your arms you might have assumed he was upset with you.

“haru, you really like when i wash your hair for you don’t you?” he might not feel like talking about his day, but perhaps you could cheer him up a little.

“mmhm, it always feels better when you do it,” he hummed cutely, turning his head slightly to smile at you adoringly, his eyes squeezing together into little crescent shapes. you can’t help but coo internally—you found him too cute for your own good.

turning on the shower head, you begin to rinse off the shampoo; carding your fingers through his pink strands chuckling as you watch the bubbles flow down into the tub, “of course. i still remember you trying out soap on your hair and turning into a fucking dandruff demon and i had to help you fix it.”

“dandruff dem—! i was told it would be good for your hair!” sanzu exclaimed indignantly, nearly spinning around in the tub to glare at you, only for it to melt into a pout at your laughing face and spun away from you again.

“don’t worry,” with your index finger, you turned his head to face you, “you were the cutest dandruff demon i’ve ever seen.” leaning forward you placed two quick pecks on the corners of his mouth as you usually would, before pressing a deep kiss on his lips.

while that was enough for him to forget about the little nickname, it didn’t do much to stop him from complaining on about how troublesome his hair always is, something you found inexplicably adorable. sanzu was a dangerous man for sure, but the only danger he posed was to your heart.

#i just think it adorable he asked baji about his hair #he’s so cute to me #like a littol kitty #tokyo revengers #six.writes #sanzu haruchiyo #??? what other tags bro i forgor how to do this #tokyo revengers fluff #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #i kinda struggled to write this bc i forgot how i usually write his character #smh man

[charleslebatman]

Okay hello I need a list of F1 wags if possible. Like dating/married/single/rumored to be single(or dating)

Maybe I’m going to forgot many.

Charles dated Giada and Charlotte for what I know and with extremely shaky proofs a girl who is Alexandra. Pierre dated Katarina and now Francisca Gomez aka Kika. They were rumors that Esteban and him had a beef being more younger about a girl but it’s a rumor. Esteban dating Elena and before have no ideas. 🤷‍♀️ Lance has dated a girl named Sara but it said he cheated and there were rumors about many breaks.

Lewis dated Nicole Scherzinger for years it’s not a secret, and it says now he’s flirting with many girls (some talked even about contracts who he made to sign 😭) the last news is Shakira, because she was on a yatch with him. Lando has dated Luisa, and now it’s like a little like for Lewis he would flirt with girls.

Max is dating one of the most problematic girl aka miss racist Kelly Piquet whereas he has dated the most cute and sweet girl who is Dilara. But we all know unofficially he’s dating the racing. 😂 Checo : Carola but he cheated on her after his winning at Monaco…

Alex is with Lily a professional golfer and they made a cute couple. Carlos, Isa but SO many rumors about him cheating on her. It was a mess when a f1 commentator at a gp made a weird comment with him who spent night with some girls at Brazil GP. 🙄 George aka princess George, dating Carmen but I think she quick her job to became an influencer or to work for George and being more closer to him. Not really sure about this, it wasn’t really clear when spoke about it.

Kevin Magnussen is married to Louise and they have a child, Laura. Nico apparently is with Egle Ruskyte.

Valtteri Bottas was married to Emilia Pikkarainen a swimmer, and now he’s with Tiffany Cromwell. There was a rumor that apparently he maybe cheated Emilia with her. But take this carefully. Fernando break up recently with Andrea. He was married with a singer, Raquel dem Rosario and engaged with Lara Alvarez and dating many other girls before.

And for the rookies I’m not enough sure to talk about if someone want to do it, don’t hesitating.

#f1 gossip #rumors is rumors #wags #f1 wags #replies #f1

[savebatsfromscratch]

No.25. Perfect.

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51114592

Words: 1,170

Cws: Referenced “sleeping around”, death of a best friend/boyfriend, funeral, implied dubious consent, Implied/Referenced Sex, implied hyper sexuality due to trauma, implied murder, crying

Prompt: No. 25: “You’re not delivering a perfect body to the grave.” Storm | Buried Alive | “They’re not breathing!”

Notes: Personal headcanon of mine that Red is the first dexholder to die, don’t bother talking to me about the other personal headcannons in this particular fic. (: I have no explanation for myself.

This is not exactly the correct vibe I was going for but it’s good enough.   

Written while listening to One Last Song by LORD OF THE LOST. (And Dem Beats by Todrick Hall but that’s not relevant.)

The sky was cloudy outside the small building, as if the smoke from Charizard’s tail had flooded the whole thing with charred gray when Blue had flown his mourning laps across the sky. Outside of the tiny windows, rain was beginning to fall. As cliche as it may have seemed, the world seemed to be crying for the tragedy that had fallen on it. It was crazy to think about it, but something was missing. Something that would never come back.

Blue felt tears drip down his face as he stared down at the body in the casket before him. Deep down, all of them had known it was coming, but none of them had expected it to happen so quickly. How could they have?

He had been so alive. So strong. Such a fighter.

Now, he lay lifeless and still, and Blue’s mind spun as he stared down at him.

He was beautiful.

He was pristine.

He was nothing if not perfect.

That shoulder length black hair, just as unruly in death as in life, lay still against the pillow. Though it was just as rebellious as the man it had once belonged to, it seemed somehow tamed by his stillness, and that simple fact sent stabs of pain through Blue’s chest. He just couldn’t seem to process what was happening, even with all of the violence and death he had seen, this hit the hardest.

Blue knew that Red couldn’t have gone down without a fight, but that awful stillness was just enough to steal his agency away from him one last time. (And Acreus knew it had been many times before.)

He looked so calm. So at peace. Just as if he were sleeping.

But Blue knew that Red had never looked that calm while he was alive. Even while he slept, his eyebrows had always been knit together, and he had always twitched and turned as he fought to fight those awful dreams that he had once confided in Blue about. Even when he had been happy, Red had never been calm, and those dark shadows in his eyes had always told Blue the truth of how he felt. Even in times of peace Red had never had a truly peaceful mind.

He’d never really had a chance to speak for himself. Even as one of the strongest trainers in the world, it was no secret that Red had been putty in much everyone’s hands. Even as someone known for fighting for every right and truth, Blue knew better than anyone how Red could sweep horror under the rug, rationalize what he was doing, pretend it was what he had wanted.

Pretend it was what he had wanted.

Blue wiped his eyes roughly with his sleeve.

Selfishly, he had loved Red for that lack of agency, that horrible weakness, but he knew he was nowhere near the only one who had. Even with the mortuary cosmetologist’s best attempts to fix his face with makeup, Blue could still see the bruises as they faded through the pale foundation. He could still remember that awful shock in those closed eyes when Red had first seen him looking at those “scars.” That horrible realization that his “secret” wasn’t so secret. (And Blue could still feel the awful stab of attraction that Red’s horror filled face had made him feel.)

Blue knew he had used Red as much as anyone else. No matter how much he wanted to forget, the shame kept burning inside him. No matter how much he tried to tell himself that he had done nothing wrong, that hot, sticky shame kept up bubbling deep within.

He had done everything wrong.

Blue balled his hands into fists, but he could do nothing but stare at the corpse that had once been his closest thing to love. Yes, love. Even though he had never been able to admit it to Red, Blue had loved him. Through everything they had been through, every battle, every day, every night, Blue had never told him. Now he would never get the chance.

How could he have ever done that to someone that he knew he loved?

Maybe he had thought Red was invincible. Red certainly seemed to have thought it. Running off with random trainers in the middle of the night… That wasn’t something he should have been doing. That wasn’t something Blue should have let him do.

Why hadn’t he helped when he could?

Why had he made it worse?

Through his actions, he had certainly intensified the problem, hadn’t he? Sure, he’d never told Red that it was all okay, but then again, he’d never asked him if he felt alright either, and wasn't that the most important part of all of this?

He'd never helped Red to get better, even though the signs of his struggle were so clear now in hindsight. Those handprints on his throat, the scratches that Blue knew lay across his back... All of it pointed so clearly to someone who had desperately needed help.

Help that Blue had never given him. He’d never even thought to let him ask for it.

Blue suddenly felt sick to his stomach, and he took a shaking step backwards, trying anything to get away from the body of the one he had once loved.

The one he still loved.

Instead of helping him like a lover should have, Blue had taken him as the toy he had made himself out to be. Blue had taken him at face value, unable to see through what he had wanted to see. Only now that he was gone, could Blue tell what had truly happened. Only now could Blue see what he could have done, what he should have done, what he would have done if he had known what was coming.

This hadn't been the first time Red had been bent to someone else's will against his own, not by a long shot, but it was the last. Blue felt sudden tears coming fast down his face, and the body in the casket blurred and warped before him as they did. He felt like an idiot. He was such a fool.

Red had been so much more than what had taken him.

He’d been caring, loving, careful, creative, a fighter through and through. He’d saved so many lives, so many stories, so many experiences. He’d won through so much with his ingenuity and strength. So many things that Blue knew not just anyone could have done. So many things that he would never again be able to brag about around a campfire. So many things that were now history.

So many battles won.

A tragedy.

A final loss.

The media may be crying over the loss of their “perfect” trainer, but Blue knew better.

Red had been perfect for all but one flaw, and it had killed him. Shiny black hair. Glowing red eyes. Skin paler than death itself.

He had been perfect for Blue.

Now he was gone.

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[foreverinthepagesofhistory]

Poor Cousin Ella (CHAPTER 2)

Summary: Fan Fiction about the last weeks of Princess Elisabeth of Hesse.

Characters: Princess Elisabeth of Hesse, Grand duke Ernst Louis of Hesse, Tsar Nicholas II of Russia, Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna of Russia, Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna of Russia, Grand Duchess Tatiana Nikolaevna of Russia, Grand Duchess Maria Nikolaevna of Russia, Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna of Russia, Lilian Wilson (Elisabeth’s nanny), Margaretta Eagar (OTMA’s nanny)

Ratings: everyone

Leading up to the palace, the little girls couldn’t help but marvel at the Polish countryside. Even though it was mid-November and everything was grey and gloomy, they couldn’t help but talk on and on about rolling down the large hills that surrounded them. 

Back at Wolfsgarten, the girls spent hours rolling down hills and getting themselves covered in grass and dirt. They had so much fun that they couldn’t wait to do it again!

“Look Anastasie! Do you remember what these are called?” Miss Eagar said excitedly to the little one.

“холмы!” Anastasia yelled ecstatically! Sometimes she had trouble  distinguishing English from Russian. 

Olga and Tatiana started laughing.

“No no no! Nastya say it in English, HILLS.” Olga made sure to really annunciate the word “hills” so Anastasia could understand.

“Hiwws” Nastya stated grumpily. She hated when Olga corrected her all of the time.

“LOOK I SEE THE PALACE!” Maria screamed happily as they approached Skierniwice.

All of the little girls were squirming in their seats with excitement.

“We are going to have so much fun!” Ella yelled as the carriage slowed to a halt. 

When girls laid their curious eyes on the big palace called Skierniwice, they were amazed at how big it was. The tall, slender windows had just been washed and were shining in the afternoon sun. 

Various gardeners stopped what they were doing to try and get a glimpse of the little Princesses. Ella could hear them shouting hello. Their voices were like the sun on a cold day, warming everyone’s hearts. 

“I can’t heaw dem” Maria said sadly, as they were too far away from her little ears. “What awe dey saying?”

“They are saying hello to us little Mashka” Ella stated triumphantly as she mimicked the gardeners waves.

“Maybe we can pick some of their flowers!” Tatiana squealed which made Anastasia jump in her seat! 

“No Tatiana! We can’t do that because then the palace will not have any flowers to make it look pretty, and it will look ugly!” Olga said.

She often made silly comments like that, only she was being entirely serious when she said them.

“Oh Olga, there will be plenty of flowers for us to pick! What do you think the gardeners do all day, eat cakes and have tea parties?” Ella asked rhetorically which made the adults laugh.

“Oh don’t listen to your silly cousin, Olga.” Miss Eagar reassured the young one. “There will be enough flowers for everyone to have a marvelous time with.”

As soon as the carriage stopped, little Maria got out as fast as she could. I bet we all can see how that went down. 

Maria started wailing in pain. “My knee Miss Eagar! It’s bwoken!”

Miss Eagar scrambled out of the carriage to help the little one. “Oh Marie it is only a scratch!” She tried comforting her but it would not work.

“Oh enough with this.” Ella was getting frustr so she hoped off the carriage and scurried to little Maria. 

“Mashka look at your cut, now look at me.” Maria stopped crying as she listened to Ella.

“Now give me your hand…” Maria did as she was told.

“…and here is a kiss.” She kissed Maria’s hand with such strength then placed it gently on her knee.

“Now you have my kiss to make you feel better!” Ella stated with excitement.

“I feew bettew” Maria sniffed quietly.

“So are we okay Maria?” Miss Eagar asked.

The little one nodded. “Ewwa made me feel bettew.”

They all smiled cutely.

Because of all of the commotion, the parents had enough time to investigate the situation and join the children.

“Oh little Marie!” Nicky said as he embraced his daughter.

“Are you okay my little angel?”

“Ewwa made me feew bettew” she repeated.

“Well thank you good cousin Ella!” Nicky said proudly to the already blushing 8 year old.

“Well what are we waiting for, are you ready to have the best week of your lives?” Ernie yelled ecstaticly!

Or the worst week, at least for Ernie

“YES!!!” The little girls were now pumped up and ready to start their adventure.

“Then let’s go!”

Olga, Ella, and Tatiana ran to the door while Nicky and Alix were holding the two youngest children in their arms.

They all stopped at the big wooden doors. They were one of the biggest doors Ella has ever seen. 

In front of the doors was a footman wearing a traditional Polish costume.

“Welcome to Skierniwice your Imperial Highnesses!” He said as he opened the big wide doors.

“Ah let the party begin!” 

Ernie had no idea that this would be ending with a different kind of party. A party where we celebrate death instead of life. A Funeral.

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Thank you to everyone who takes the time to read this fic! I put my heart and soul into it an I really appreciate people who love it with their heart and soul. I will try to write at a faster pace because I feel like I am taking too long lmao 😩

Thank you to my absolute bestie @grandlovescheme for helping me deal with all of my technical issues on AO3! I owe you one bestie!

Thank you everyone! 🤍💗

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[dhaaruni]

I wish dem messaging would be less school-marm-y as well. I live in a deep red area and i guarantee you i'd get jumped for (sadly) talking abt trans people and banning guns, but like whenever i talk about socially liberal things in terms of "well its no-ones BUSINESS how i raise my children, it may not be how YOU would do it but my kids ain't your kids" like even THAT gentle pushback gets some people to scratch their heads for a second. Guns are a total no-go here bc of all the white nationalist chuds but the truth is a bunch of my lefty friends here have guns too so its like. Ok we all got guns now what like that should be the conversation in these areas. I start losing hope bc whenever someone starts messaging RIGHT someone on the squad or ~~liberal media~~ gets them cancelled or smthn it pisses me off lol

That's what I'm saying!

I’m not claiming that Americans agree with the nitty-gritty stuff activists are saying on abortion or LGBT issues (most people don’t support abortion “on demand without apology” and are divided on trans girls in sports) but most Americans don’t really care what other people do if it doesn’t impact them. America’s very individualistic, borderline libertarian in many ways, and it’s probably the best thing about this country. Like, Trump banning transgender people in the military had like 20% support, and people overwhelmingly support trans people not being professionally discriminated against, which is leaps and bounds better than most other countries.

So many "liberal" policies, both social and economic, are really just common sense, and we should frame it as that instead of claiming we want to revolutionize these people's way of life. Like, Steve Bullock, the former governor of Montana, said it in his NYT op-ed: most people want the same things for their families, the opportunity for a good education, a job they don't despise that puts food on the table and can provide for them and their families, to not fret about going bankrupt over an emergency appendectomy or whatever, and some occasional leisure. It shouldn't be rocket science to win enough of these people over when Democratic economic policies ARE better for most Americans than Republican ones, they do agree with us on the essence of social issues, and yet, Hillary Clinton and Joe Biden lost non-college voters to Trump while Barack Obama won them, which that should be a major electoral red flag given only about 35% of Americans even have a college degree.

And even with social issues, if you frame abortion as "Do you really want your 14-year-old daughter to be forced into having a baby when she's a straight-A student and sports star and could get a scholarship to college?" or "Do you really want your beloved wife to die a painful death when that baby you both desperately wanted is already dead inside her?", you're going to get a whole lot more support even among avowed conservatives than if you scream about abortion being rad and joke about celebrating abortion, you know what I mean? I don't celebrate a root canal or appendectomy, why would I celebrate an abortion? It's just a medical procedure, and glorifying it as as bad as moralizing it.

But you're right, like it's partly misogyny in the Democrats = feminine Republicans = masculine stereotype, but even aside from that, Americans associate Democrats with being lame and didactic and out of touch with normal people, and that's both untrue given what the party actually stands for and electorally devastating. And when half the House Republicans voted to overturn the 2020 election, Democrats need to win as much as possible for the sake of our democracy like we don't have another option right now other than to win over moderates. If you have another idea, let me know lol.

#answered #anonymous #politics

[herooffire101]

Okay, so this was for a writing event on a Pokemon forum (it's a small Pokemon forum) and the inspiration was a video I found years ago. Basically, it's based in the forum's fan region, and you had to write a journal entry based on doing something...I used my human names for Bombalurina, Tugger, and Munkustrap for it. I based the Pokemon they use on my Magic Cats post, so there we have it. Also, I used different fonts for each character, so it may not translate well. Anyway, enjoy!

May 15th

I don’t know how to start this, but somehow Travis decided to explore this cave near the Navirou River and drag all of us along. Me and Marcus have to keep track of him, all while dragging my sister and Marcus’s girlfriend Demeter all over the place. The cave was damp, and damper as we got deeper in, making me miserable, and Tarlavra was miserable too. Demeter was miserable too, with Voltaire refusing to come out of his ball. Both Travis and Marcus, on the other hand, were fine, happy in Travis’s case. I love him, but sometimes he doesn’t think ahead. Travis wanted to see where this cave would go, and he was hoping that maybe we could find the source of the river, seeing how it wasn’t documented yet. Why did our parents allow us to explore this region this summer again? To give us (Mainly me and Travis) an opportunity to gain enough credit to skip a grade. Just because Travis is the Ground type expert between us doesn’t mean that he should go into a cave willy nilly! Crap, I’m going off topic again. My Typhlosion wouldn’t let us go deeper in the cave without her protecting me (I love her so much) and providing us light (after the one time Trav decided to run into a cave dragging me along and ending up in complete darkness when we were ten and Tarlavra was a Cyndaquil).With her flames lighting up the cavern, Travis decided to talk about how the walls were made up a combination of what looked like a combination of sedimentary and metamorphic rocks, which was unusual for caves around here (how does he know that? I’m the one who took the forging and survival courses offered, because one of us has to make sure that my idiot boyfriend survives long enough to marry graduate with me), and this was such a find. Demeter, bless her, basically clung onto Marcus as we shared a look of exasperation at my boyfriend and Marcus’s younger brother.

I question every time I have to write this because I know that my weakness is writing while Travis is the better writer than me, but it was placed onto me because, and I quote, “You are the most straightforward between the four of you, and you can make sure that his thoughts on this expedition are clarified.” Jokes on you, I go onto tangents! Marc and Dem are the ones who should have asked! Of course, they each gave us roles according to our strengths. I’m the strategist, and occasional tailor for our little quartet, while Demeter is our photographer (which is amazing because this adventure goes into her photography credentials) and one of our solid voices of reason. Marcus is our general leader (who need Demeter to listen to him when I admit me and Travis get on his nerves, which is a lot of the time), and Travis is our resident Ground, Rock, and Steel enthusiast as well being my handsome rockstar boyfriend who helps me cook our meals while on this expedition. He loves messing with other people’s expectations for him, but the rest of us see him how he really is.

Shit, I did it again! Anyway, we went deeper into the cavern, and Travis finally cut off his rambling and shushed us. He asked me (because honestly my ears definitely are more sensitive than his) if his ears weren’t playing tricks on him and he heard rushing water. I’m glad he did ask me because I could hear it, so I followed my ears, with Travis making sure I didn’t run into anything because I’ve done this before and may have given myself a sprained wrist and plenty of cuts and bruises due to not looking where I was going. It took us a little while longer to get to the source but when we got to the source, all of us were surprised. It wasn’t just the source of the Navirou river, but a hot spring, surrounded by many crystallite structures littering the walls and ceiling. And, somehow, there was some kind of light glow coming from the crystals. Once we got to a good place to set up our little camp far enough away from the spring on a nearby rock shelf (with Travis’s approval even though both me and him are fifteen), we did some check like how we were taught. Marcus set up his water testing module while me and Demeter scouted so really good photo shots, some including our set up. While miserable in the cave system, Voltaire the Jolteon was out and pawing at the water, which I sneakily took a video of (both me and Dem found it so cute). Tarlavra sat herself the farest away from the water, and it looked to me that she was fighting herself from take a nap. Marc did his water testing, and declared it safe to drink and swim. He has his Vaporeon, River, scout underwater for any local Pokémon colonies (This is a reminder to me and anyone reading this account, a goal in this expedition was to identify what Pokémon lived here and if it completely necessary for the League to make certain areas in Meroi Protected Preservation Areas) while the rest of us make sure that the area was secure for us.

Hey, I stole this report journal from Beatrice, and I can clearly say that these crystalline structures already ring out to me that they should be a limited access area due to the natural beauty and the harmonic resonance-

Travis do NOT take the journal out of my hands or I will tape them together while you sleep.

But Bea…

If either of you continue fighting about this, I will tell Mum and Jenny.

(There are some unreadable scribbles)

Now, since I can continue this entry, I accidentally started singing what I thought was under my breath, when in reality the soundwaves amplified the acoustics and made Travis, then Marcus and Demeter join into my song. It was then we discovered that somehow, the crystals reflected the sound waves off of the hot spring. Once we hit the last chord (which sounded so beautiful like we were on the stage singing, only without using microphones to amplify our voices), Marc made the decision to recommend the restriction of this environment because once the song ended, a bunch of Pokémon popped their heads out from under the water. There was some more deep water Pokémon, like Relicanth, which I didn’t think would at least feel the soundwaves of our voices from under the water. Demeter did get the best shots of this, so they were included with our report, along side a video Travis did of me singing and the Pokémon living in the water watching like an audience of children, fascinated with my mini performance. As a music nerd, this cave just fascinates me because I want to bring my bassoon down here and record it, just for the reverb. As this expedition is a four-person effort, I will pass this journal expert to Marcus.

As the Team Leader, I highly recommend that this hot spring, which we have designated as the potential source of the Navirou River, as a restricted access, possibly for trainers who are cleared by the region professor, Professor Hemlock, and or fulfilled the Pokémon League requirements as a member of the Hall of Fame and cleared by the League Champion.

Marcus, that’s really dry. You have to have the respect of the Prof and Head Trainer of the League, simple as that.

Beatrice, distract my brother, please.

With Pleasure.

Signed,

Beatrice R. Ford

Demeter A. Ford

Travis J. Jellicle

Marcus M. Jellicle

Yea if it's harder to read, then I completely understand. Also Tumblr did not like what I was trying to do.

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[brooklynislandgirl]

Advent Calendar: Day 4 @kit-just-kit​

Somewhere in the hustle and bustle of the week leading up to Christmas, Beth has to wonder how comfortable Kit really is. She has an open invitation to drop in for all the traditional activities; carols, food, fellowship, and ~the one that made Beth wince~ invited to join the clan at St Patrick’s Cathedral for Midnight Mass. She hadn’t made the face when Andy invited Kit via phone, trying to pencil in the plans he had in his head because she disliked the woman or didn’t want her to be part of the festivities. If anything, the more the merrier and maybe if Kit got to see what the family was like beneath the press photos and publicity junkets, then maybe she’d understand why the siblings were the way they were. The face came as part of her hindsight. Kit’s English and to the core. So maybe she’s not Catholic and doesn’t esteem Mother Church as much as they do. Still, she’s remarkably surprised that Kit shows up precisely at eight, four hours before they’re due to walk in through the doors. Beth is not inclined to be struck dumb by anyone, though she knows her friend is beautiful, and even she can’t help her mouth falling open just a little. The red sweater dress ~Chanel, she knows, she’d seen it on the runway~ hugs her figure without being overtly sexual in nature. Her hair looks so soft that it takes all of her willpower not to pet it, or lean in and smell it, because that’s weird and even she knows it. She does hug her though. Andy pauses what he’s doing to come around from the kitchen island to brush a kiss to her cheek and the pair of them chitchat for a few minutes while Beth goes and pours her a cup of coffee, just finished brewing. She then pours one for her brother and finally for herself. She takes their cups over to the living area and puts them on the coffee table to line up on either end of the couch. For a moment Beth is actually proud of her home; standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows is the twelve foot tree, gleaming with lights and tinsel, all sorts of bulbs from the different places and countries they’ve lived in. There are candles amidst the holly and ivy on the mantle, itself alight with gorgeously fragrant logs. There’s softly instrumental holiday music playing on the stereo system. It looks almost like a movie set but warm and cosy. They make small talk and the open space is filled with their laughter and the occasional glance over at Andy who also adds in pithy little comments now and again despite wearing an apron and baking. There’s a tray of golden brown crusted mince tartlets on the counter, and Beth encourages Kit to come along and steal one each. “Is pretty common f’ not eat until aftah Mass, a late night breakfast. Combine wi’ da aerobic exercise of standin’, sittin’ an’ kneelin’...I’m tellin’ ya sistah might as well carb load right now. An’ he made dis bourbon cream sauce t’ drizzle ovah dem. I been smellin’ all dem spice an’ sugar an’ jus…trus’ me. Every kine my braddah make jus’ broke da mout’. So ono, is like heaven.” Nothing escapes under said brother’s eagle eye or even his super human hearing because by the time she pulls Kit up off the couch, he’s got two little plates, both of them equal with one tart each, a drizzle of the sauce, and each one perfectly warm. “Just don’t tell Dad that I let you get away with this. He’ll rip me a new one.” Beth makes a sour face but doesn’t say anything about the Admiral, though Lord knows Kit’s heard enough to form her own opinion, and knows all things are vastly unequal between the siblings. “Don’ worry, I’ll let you sit next to me on the pew.”

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