#if my hard work will result in no benefit to me. how the fuck do people NOT work like that according to American tv shows?

[timeisacephalopod]

Sometimes I'll be watching an American TV show and there's this idea that if you're treated like dog shit you'll want to win or succeed to "prove them wrong." Like on Glee Finn describes putting up with Sue's abuse as hurtful but mostly it makes him want to win, and idk if this is a uniquely American thing or not but it baffles me.

When I work hard on stuff and people act like it's shit, or don't acknowledge my effort, or some other thing I don't get motivated. I have the opposite reaction especially if I've worked hard on something and that effort ultimately ends up being for nothing- like why would I try HARDER at something that didn't work? That's a waste of time lol I stop putting effort in at all and put the effort I was spending on something that didn't work out into something that might. Do people seriously believe that being treated like shit or otherwise having your hard work dismissed is motivational?? Because that sounds extremely counterintuitive to how I feel like people work unless I'm built different and I don't think I am in this case.

#winters ramblings #sometimes people talk and im like does that work for you? does working hard on something and having all that work #be for nothing ACTUALLY motivate you or are you lying for some reason? #because ive had jobs where i was hoping to work my way into other positions and worked hard to provei was a good fit #and when that didnt work out i straight up got a new job because i thought it was ridiculous why i didnt get what i was looking for #and i promise you the reasons were stupid. so i was like cool i WASTED two years of my life here and ill not waste a SECOND more #if my hard work will result in no benefit to me. how the fuck do people NOT work like that according to American tv shows? #like also in glee Rachel has this horrible dance teacher who is CRUEL to her and describes it as MOTIVATING her #and like maybe dont be a teacher if you think CRUELTY is motivating for one but this is a CONSISTENT idea I see #and who does this work for really?? people who have only ever gotten pushback from a meanie teacher?? #people so privileged theyve never been told no and that they suck so they actually find the criticism USEFUL?? #because if youve gotten nothing but shit your whole life i HIGHLY doubt another pile of shit will be motivational #like straight up who but gary fucking vee would even have this stupid misconception?

[gummydummy19]

Not now (male reader version)

Summary: You and Natasha are major enemies with benefits. You can hardly be in the same room together, let alone an elevator...

Content Warnings: smut (blowjob), angst, fluffy ending (you know me), LANGUAGE!

A/N: This fic is one of my favorites out of everything i've ever written, so I decided to make a male reader version :)) hope you like it! feedback is always welcomed

Word Count: 3.4K+

It had been a long, exhausting day. You weren't even supposed to go on any more missions until next week, but Fury decided to wreck your Friday and send you on your hardest mission yet. Your body ached and you just wanted to crawl into your bed as soon as possible. So when you saw Nat approaching the elevator, you silently prayed the doors would close before she got in. You just couldn't deal with her right now. Not now.

Of course, luck wasn't on your side today. Natasha slipped her slender body in between the doors just as they were about to close, joining you in the space that suddenly felt too small.

She smirked widely when you noticeably rolled your eyes.

"In a hurry?" she asked.

"Just tired." You dryly stated.

"Yeah, I can tell. You look like shit" She teased.

To be quite honest, you were fairly sure Nat hated you way more than you actually hated her, but you weren't about to let her know that.

You and Natasha started this whole enemies-with-benefits thing a while ago, and somewhere along the way, you started finding it harder and harder to keep up the hating game.

Sometimes you just wanted someone to talk to, to watch a movie with, to hold you after you'd a long day like this.

Admittedly, hating each other's guts resulted in some mind-blowing sex. Nat might be an arrogant bitch most of the time, but she was still the best fuck you've ever had, and you didn't wanna throw that away just because you were getting a little needy. So you decided to just suck it up and stick with what you did best, annoying her until she let you fuck her stupid.

And it had been working out just fine, but today you were so exhausted and she looked so good in her big comfy sweater and her tight black yoga pants. She had been growing out her hair lately and it was currently tied up in a messy bun.

You could barely look her in the eye, desperately trying to come up with a snarky response, but your brain failed you as the only thing you could think of was how good it would feel her nails rake through your hair right now.

She frowned, clearly confused and quite frankly annoyed at your lack of attitude.

She let out an annoyed huff and in one quick movement, her hand hit the emergency button, making the elevator halt.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You snapped

"ME? What the hell is wrong with YOU? Did I fuck you stupid last time? What's going on?" She yelled.

Natasha had noticed the change in your behavior lately, and she didn't like it. Not one bit.

Her words made a blush creep up your neck and you silently cursed your body for betraying you.

You knew Nat thrived off your attitude. You were the only one who ever questioned her authority, it kept her on her toes.

She took a step closer to you and you immediately took a step back, not knowing if you could do this much longer.

Desperately trying to match her stern energy, you snapped back at her.

"Why the fuck do you even care?? Talk about being fucking cock drunk, Romanoff."

"That's what you'd like, huh, big boy? To get me cock drunk on that big dick of yours?" Natasha inched closer to you as you tried your best to ignore how hard you were getting from her voice alone.

"In your dreams, you fucking bitch" You turned around and hit the button again, making the elevator restart.

You felt her boobs push against your back and all you could do was stare at your shoes and pray to whatever was good and holy that this stupid elevator would just hurry the fuck up already.

Soft hands with perfectly manicured nails crept up the sides of your arms, while her plush lips left teasing kisses on your clothed back. The body heat radiating off her made it hard to think straight.

Gathering all your willpower, you softly shoved your elbow against her side, shaky arm pushing against her torso, trying to get her to move.

"Get off me, Natasha." Your tone almost had her believing you actually didn't want this.

Almost.

"Not until you tell me who shoved a stick up your ass." her voice was soft and teasing, tingling against the shell of your ear as she stood on her tippy toes.

She stopped the elevator for a second time.

"Natasha, I'm serious, cut it out!" You groaned, before pushing the button again.

"So am I?" she continued and her hand moved towards the button yet again.

"Would you stop?! You're acting like a child!" you yelled, trying to get the upper hand as the small metal cage rumbled.

The poor emergency stop must have been hit damn near a dozen times as you and Nat continued your pointless bickering.

Suddenly, the entire elevator shook and came to an abrupt stop, making her cling to your side for balance.

The lights flickered out and the buzzing noise that usually lingered around was gone.

You pushed Natasha off you and desperately tried hitting a couple buttons.

Nothing.

"Look what you fucking did!" you screamed at her.

"Me?" she yelled.

If looks could kill, Natasha Romanoff would be dead on the floor of that elevator right now.

A thick, deafening silence settled in between the two of you, and you let out a breath you didn't know you had been holding. Dropping your gaze to the floor, you let your shoulders hang, rubbing your hands over your face in exhaustion.

You turned around, staring at the buttons.

Fed up and extremely done with this stupid situation, tears started welling in your eyes. Fuck.

The emergency lights had gone on. You checked your phone. Of course there was no reception and it was late already, everyone else had gone to bed on their own floor and there was no way they'd hear you all the way from here.

"Perfect. Just perfect." You muttered.

Fresh out of fucks to give, you finally let the numb feeling you had been trying to push away all day take over your body. You slid down the wall, sitting with your knees drawn up and your fingers tangled in your hair as Nat just stood there and watched.

"Should have taken the fucking stairs," she mumbled.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath.

You were utterly exhausted, every muscle in your body ached. All you wanted was a hot shower and some sleep, and now you were trapped in this stupid elevator and you had to look at Natasha's stupid cranky face all night. Any other day you would have given her her crap right back, but not today. Not now.

Simply lacking the energy to be your usual witty and confident self, you let out an annoyed sigh.

"I'm so fucking tired." You finally muttered. If it wasn't for the deafening silence surrounding you, she probably wouldn't even have heard it.

Making eye contact with her was impossible at this point. And even if you had it in you to look her in the eye right now, the thick tears that started welling blurred your sight.

"Oh great, now he's fucking crying." Nat groaned, more to herself than to you.

You rolled your teary eyes at her typical arrogance. But when she took an awkward step closer, you pointed your finger at her.

"Don't even think about coming near me right now, Romanoff." You warned.

She smirked at the remark, finally catching a glimpse of the snarky man she was secretly so crazy about.

To your surprise, she moved closer and sat down beside you.

You glared down at her.

"You don't have to prete-"

"Oh, shut up." she cut you off as she cuddled closer to your side, dropping her head on your arm.

The smell of her hair brought you a weird sense of peace, which you welcomed nonetheless. There was something about her, about being this close to her. You couldn't put your finger on it, but it melted away your anxiety like snow in the sun.

A comfortable silence settled in between the two of you as you sniffled quietly, wiping away a couple of stray tears that had escaped your eyes.

She sat back up to look at you. You felt her eyes burning against your face but you couldn't bring yourself to return her stare. In all honestly, this was probably the most embarrassing moment of your life.

Clearing your throat, you pulled away from her.

"Alright, thanks," you said, before scooting a few inches to the other side.

As much as you hated to acknowledge it, being away from her even a few inches filled you with a slight cold, empty feeling. And you had to go against every fiber in your body not to scoot closer and ask her to snuggle up against you again.

"You don't always need to be such a tough guy," she spoke, making you scoff

"Oh, that's rich, coming from you."

To your surprise, she didn't say anything after that. She just cuddled closer to you again, clinging to your arm and she nuzzled her face comfortably against your shoulder.

A weird sense of comfort took over your body. That urge you had to be held and taken care of bubbled up again and you let Natasha fill that void. You knew it wasn't real. She didn't want to be here. But she was. And you were going to enjoy her warmth for as long as you could.

The intoxicating smell of his perfume and her body wash mixed with her natural sweet scent invaded your nostrils and made a heat run through you, warming you from the inside out.

You must have dosed off after that, because the next thing you know you felt your body being shoved aside, abruptly waking you from your slumber.

"Finally you guys got here! Her was starting to drool on my shirt." Natasha's arrogant voice spoke to Sam and Bucky, who had apparently found you in the elevator.

You knew it was too good to last. At least now you could go to your room and get some rest. Alone.

You slowly sat up, blinking the sleep from your eyes as you gaped at the three men in front of you. The smell of Nat was still heavy on you. Before any of them could say anything you scrambled out of the elevator. Running through the hallway to your room, wanting nothing more than for this day to just be over with already.

"Hey, wait!" Nat's voice sounded through the hallway as you looked for your keys, rolling your eyes.

"Oh for fucks sake, does she ever take a break?" you mumbled to yourself.

"Looking for these?" she asked, dangling your keys in front of you with a smug look on her face.

You groaned, reaching for the keys only to have them pulled away at the last second. It was quiet between the two of you for a beat, before you lunged for the keys again, failing miserably.

Okay. now you were pissed.

Natasha looked at you with a shit-eating grin.

"Come on, pretty boy." she teased, "come and get them"

Okay. Now you were pissed.

There was no way in hell you were faster than her. You knew it. She knew it. She just wanted to see you try. See you emberrass yourself even further.

And you actually debated it. For a split second, you debated it.

Nope.

Not today, Romanoff.

You were done. Done with this day. Done with these games. Done with her.

You scraped together every ounce of dignity you had left and turned around, walking away from her.

You got halfway through the hall before you heard her chuckle.

"And where are you going now, huh?" she questioned, obviously very amused.

"To sleep in Wanda's room." you simply said, not even bothering to turn around. You didn't need to see her face to know the grin had fallen.

"The hell you are." you heard her say, suddenly way closer to you as you heard her footsteps approach.

Before you could even comprehend what was happening Natasha yanked your arm back and walked you back down the hallway.

“What the-…HEY STOP” you tried to wriggle your arm out of her grasp but your already exhausted body just wouldn’t work with you. And perhaps your needy brain didn’t mind being held by Natasha...

Before you knew it you were being pushed into a room as she slammed the door behind her. You quickly realized you had entered a bedroom, but it wasn’t yours…oh no this was Natasha's room. You could recognize it from the scent alone…

She walked over to the bed and sat down at the foot of it, looking you straight in the eyes.

You stared at her from across the room, arms crossed, trying your best to appear stern despite the fact that the entire room smelled of her and it was making you want to crawl up in a ball on the floor, like a cat waiting to be cuddled.

"come here," she said, voice calm yet commanding.

"Bite me "

"I said come here."

"And I said bite me."

"If you come here then maybe I will."

You rolled your eyes but did as she said.

"Now what?" You asked in the most pissed-off voice you could muster.

Natasha saw right passed your macho behavior, knowing exactly what you needed from her. She grabbed your wrist and pulled you down onto her bed next to her before getting on your lap and wrapping her arms around your neck

"Now you let me make you feel good, sweetheart." her warm breath caressed the shell of your ear, making the hair at the back of your neck stand up as goosebumps started to spread all the way down to your spine.

She slowly pulled off her sweater and you groaned when you realized she wasn't wearing anything underneath, immediately sitting up to suck on her nipples.

A groan tumbled over your lips when her nails raked through your hair, gently scratching your scalp. Your hands touched every inch of flesh they could find, trailing up and down over her back, making her whimper.

Thoroughly enjoying each other's embrace, her impatient fingers moved down your torso and tugged at your shirt. Your lips curled into a smile against her to let her know he got the message. Within the blink of an eye, your shirt was gone and her lips were back on yours, devouring you as if you were her very last meal.

Your hands played with her tits as she started pressing kisses against your neck and down to your chest, pushing you back down on the bed.

"Stay down for me, handsome," she whispered in that low, sultry voice of hers.

She peppered your entire chest with soft, warm kisses, not leaving an inch of your body untouched. You laid back comfortably in her fluffy pillows and you felt your entire body relax. You enjoyed the view of her crawling down your body and unbuckling your belt. Natasha's plump lips moved down to your stomach and started kissing along the trail of hair growing down to your pubic bone as she pulled down your pants and boxers, revealing your growing cock. Her nails trailed over your skin sporadically, leaving goosebumps wherever they touched. Just as you noticed you had begun to smile to yourself, you got pulled from the cloud you were happily floating on by a sharp pain on your hip.

"AH!! Did you just bite me?!"

"'I'm a lady of my word."

Before you could scramble away from her, she licked a ferm stripe up your cock, all the way from your balls to your tip. You let out a low groan that quickly turned into a steam of moans as Natasha started bobbing her head up and down. She wasted no time, hollowing out her cheeks and swirling his soft tongue over your leaking cockhead, absolutely devouring you with all she had.

One of her hands reached down to play with your balls. Gently squeezing the soft flesh blindly while her eyes stayed focused on yours. She moved her hand to yours, guiding it to her head and throwing a wink at you. Your fingers quickly tangled in her hair as you pushed her down a little to take your cock deeper.

"Oh fucckkk...." you moaned, feeling your balls draw up as you got closer and closet to your peak.

Natasha kept sucking you off like her life depended on it as she moved her free hand down between her legs to play with her sopping pussy, messily rubbing her clit she started moaning on your cock. God she loved the taste of you, she simply couldn't get enough, it was making drip.

Both of your moans got louder and your hips started bucking up in her throat. Every square inch of your body was on fire.

Nat took her mouth off you for a second and stroked your spit-covered dick as fast as she could.

"Please, cum for me...m'so close..." she whined, making you realize she's been touching herself while sucking your cock.

"shit....please...gonna cum..." you moaned desperately

"Yeah? Cum down my throat while I cum on my fingers....shit..." she whined before taking you back in her mouth, immediately letting your cock slide deep down her throat as she choked on it.

"Fuck Nat I'm gonna cum!" you yelled, "You're gonna make me cum! You're gonna...I'm gonna...Oh fuck..fuck, please! Don't fucking stop...ah!"

And she didn't, she kept sucking your cock as she touched herself, and when her body started trembling from her own orgasm you finally couldn't take it anymore.

You came down her throat while she came all over her own fingers. You trembled and whined as she gently suckled on your cock, swallowing every last drop of your cum.

You tried to blink away your tears until they finally rolled down your cheeks, you tried to calm down your breathing as you layed there, trembling on her bed.

"What do you need, baby?" Natasha finally spoke, sitting up between your legs and softly stroking your thighs.

It took a while for your breathing to calm down, you didn't even know why you were crying to be honest. You just felt like you were experiencing a lot of emotions at once, and it was pretty intense.

"A fucking hug." you finally spoke.

Nat giggled at your reply before scooting over to sit next to you, leaning against the headboard.

"Come here."

Slowly, you crawled into her open arms, curling up against her into a ball with your head right against her bare tits.

Surprisingly, Natasha was very soft and sweet, not at all what she was usually like with you.

She rubbed your back and just laid there with you, enjoying each other's warmth and the comfortable silence that had settled in the room.

You couldn't help but let out more tears, softly sniffling into her chest as you clung to her.

"shhh" he whispered comfortingly, pressing a few kisses to the top of your head. "It's okay, l'm here. And you did so so good."

For the next few minutes, Natasha just held you, until you were ready to talk to him about what exactly it was that got you so overwhelmed.

After some time, you sat up and just looked at Nat. At her eyes, her nose, her mouth.

You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against her lips.

"Thanks," you said.

"For letting you cum down my throat?" she joked, trying to get rid of some of the tension.

"For the care," you replied, meaning what you said.

She just smiled at you.

You didn't even know what to say. Never in your life have you expected Natasha to be so caring, especially not for you.

"Wanna shower together?" she suggested, leaving you even more stunned.

"Okay, who are you and what have you done with Natasha Romanoff?"

At first, she giggled at your reaction, but then her face grew a little more serious.

"I wanna be here for you for more than just fucking. The whole cat and mouse game was fun while it lasted, but seeing you the way I saw you today, so exhausted you could barely stand up straight. I never wanna see you like that again, baby. Unless of course, it's my doing." she added smugly before pressing another kiss to your lips.

"There she is again." you chuckled against her lips.

After some more kisses and giggles, you decided to accept Nat's offer and you took a long hot shower together, followed by some much-deserved cuddles and a movie you never saw the end of because you drifted off, with Natasha happily snuggled against your chest.

#gummydummy19 #fanfiction #fluff #smut #marvel #smutty thoughts #natasha x male reader #natasha romanoff #male reader #male reader fics

[charmedreincarnation]

Charm !!!! I owe you everything thank you. I used your theta state method and got into the void state and reality shifted with it. Sorry if my English is not good, it’s not my first language but I did manifest it was better in the void so please tell me if it’s better! I dmed you so you know who I am but I want to stay anonymous. Basically I played the theta waves like you said to. I repeated I am, And just cried because I couldn’t live like this anymore. When I got to the symptoms I imagined myself in water and they went away. This was where I always got stuck but once I pushed past this I got sucked into myself and ended up in a very weird state.

Anyways I ended up in a lucid dream and after reading your lucid dreaming guide I closed my eyes like you told us to and I was in the void state. I affirmed my list and then intended to go to my waiting room just to see if it worked and it did!! I sobbed for like 10 minutes seeing all my comfort chracters in my wr and the fact that it’s real.

I came back & eveything was here.

My void state list was

-master manifesting and being a fast shifter

-my parents winning the lottery, I took that inspo from you so thank you

-df and db

-eventually meeting my sp

-subliminal playlist results immediately just by looking at the title

-being very smart and having near perfect English after having to use a translator for so long (please tell me if it’s better btw)

-I won a New York lottery where I get 2k a week after taxes for life! I’m about to go to college this autumn so this is so exciting I can have my dream college experience

-acceptance to NYU

-revised my abusive family. I have my dad a hug for the first time and for the first time ever he doesn’t hate me. I cried and he was very confused as I revised the past but not my memory

-& a lot more

Regardless I just want to say it took me 2 yrs. Thank you so much charm for always answering my annoying repetitive asks nicely and telling me to accept I am god. I’ll be back soon, I wanna give back to the community but I’m going to live my life for a while. Thank you guys for everything 😇😇

To anyone doubting is this is real it is. No matter how bad your life is or how impossible it seems like charm says we are god!!! This is something you told me that really helped accept it. In the dms you said “I don’t know how or why it’s real, I have done my own research and have come to my conclusion on why this phenomenon is possible but you shouldn’t care bc it’s yours and you have access to it. Be the first person to do it if you think it isn’t real, because you can”

So i fucking decided I don’t care if everyone lied in this app !! I will be the first person to enter the void. Well now I know it’s real so everyone was telling the truth but I will tell this to everyone. Be the first to get your results if you have to. Good luck everyone 🖤🖤

Omggg periodt !!!!! Congrats on your success anon!!! I just saw your message and I’m literally so happy for you 🥹🥹I feel like a proud mom and I hope you have an amazing time at NYU 💓💓 also omg yes your English is perfect !!!!

don’t thank me for anything You did all the hard work yourself and now you’re reaping the benefits :)!!! Whenever you come back I’d love to hear your shifting experiences but until then have fun 🤩

#void success #law of assumption #manifesation #void state #reality shifting #manifesting #self concept #law of attraction #shiftblr

[coldresolve]

are you a torture apologist, or are you just dumb

... said with all the due diligence this subject warrants, etc etc. i’ve written posts about this before, it’s fallen on deaf ears, people either aggressively ignore it, or they go out of their way to take me in bad faith, and when the latter doesn’t work, they fall back on ye olde reliable: tone policing. but we’ve had that conversation too, haven’t we? it’s my culturally determined value of blunt honesty versus your culturally determined value of politeness. i express my opinions in a way that’s admittedly harsh and hyperbolic, and in so doing, my intention is to treat you like someone who is mature enough to distinguish my point from its delivery, and emotionally well-adjusted enough to deal with whatever the fuck some rando on the internet has to say about what you wrote. i also do it because its more fun this way. are we still cool? ffs lol

the thing is, right, it’s fucking easy not to write torture apologia. very straight-forward and simple, in my humble little opinion. you learn what the usual arguments are, and then you try to avoid accidentally making them – a bit like how, when you learn that white supremacy is a thing, you typically then go on to try and not write some wildly racist shit. same principle.

and i genuinely don’t understand why people are so opposed to this, specifically. they don’t know they’re doing it, which is fine, but then when you try to let them know they’re doing it, on the off-chance they even acknowledge that you said anything, they’ll hit you with an “its just for entertainment,” or “it’s not that deep.” so you tell them they sure seem to spend an awful lot of time weaving torture apologia into their vapid, shallow entertainment. and they don’t like that, jesus. but what else are you supposed to say?

i figure i just havent bullied people hard enough about it, honestly. and by bullied i mean pointing out the mindless use of torture apologia as plot points in the slop everybody writes. i would happily tell all of this directly to the writers of 24’s jack bauer, but those guys aren’t here, so.

you probably won’t be surprised to learn that the majority of the myths surrounding torture are rooted in facistic, reactionary thinking. might makes right is big among people who endorse corporal punishment; the ends justify the means is in play when governments try to excuse the use of t-, ahem, enhanced interrogation tactics. allegedly.

and among a much, much longer laundry list of bullshit i’ve seen spewed – oh, not by shady governments, but by you:

torture as an interrogation method yields reliable information

some forms of torture are more sophisticated than others

torture makes people obedient

torture used as a punishment deters unwanted behavior in others

brainwashing is a thing that is possible (usually through torture)

it’s not torture unless it leaves a physical mark on the body

see to me, it’s fucking easy to rework that scene in your story where torture results in the perpetrator gaining trustworthy intel. fucking easy to reconsider that arc where a character gets rewired by torture into passive obedience. fucking easy, when writing a story, to not accidentally send the message that torture is a tool that works. but hey, allow me to really dig my teeth in.

you drumming up your torturer as “skilled” in the “art” of torture feeds real nicely into the myth that torture works as an interrogation method, here under the condition that you should at least do it properly. is that what you believe? or do just believe that there’s an extra special way to cause extreme physical or emotional destress in a person which, for vague unspecified reasons, superceeds all the other, more amateurish ways one could go about it? the former would make you an direct torture apologist – the latter, a fucking twat. ask yourself why “some torture methods are more sophisticated than others” is an idea that needs to be perpetuated. who benefits from that idea? who would feel really validated by that idea? which government on this green earth of ours, hypothetically speaking, could use this idea as a way to paint their own acts of torture as more cultured or civilized than, say, hypothetically speaking, the torture used by those other nations where the brown people live? allegedly.

alternatively, your little good boy slave fantasy seems to imply that being subjected to torture will make a person obedient. is that what you believe? is it true that might makes right? say, wouldn’t state-sanctioned corporal punishment be justified as a tool to make people obey the law, then? no? okay, hear me out then, cause this is really out there, but. could the idea that violence is a tool that makes people more compliant with the demands of their aggressors, possibly maybe perhaps, be something you only find it acceptable to greenlight as the result decades of war propaganda? naaaaah. fiction isn’t reality, and it means nothing, and victims of torture are weak and malleable and broken, and also what they say can’t be trusted cause they have no real fucking agency anyway. fuck me.

“but elias,” i hear you say, “how am i supposed to write an interesting story that features torture in a way that’s in accordance with scientific consensus on its effectiveness and/or consequences? realism and compelling storytelling are diametrically opposed to one another!”

here’s my take: you just straight up lack creativity. cope and seethe.

if you’re interested in writing about torture, read up on what it is, instead of assuming everything you’ve been told by military-sponsored action movies is true and valid. we’re talking about some pretty extreme facets of human behavior and psychology here, but ones that none the less exist in reality. the bare minimun is to not buy in to the myths and propaganda surrounding it. the next step is to write what it can look like in reality. the big boy galaxy brain move is to write torture in a way that challenges the status quo on how we culturally view torture, and how all these false myths affect victims and perpetrators alike. you just have to fucking think about it.

torture for information doesn’t work – but your perpetrator might be convinced that it does. so instead of going the easy route and proving them right – explore how they're wrong. show torture failing. show your perpetrator’s desperation as they gain nothing. they conceptualize their actions as the lesser of two evils, but whoops, there is no second evil. hows that for a change?

is there such a thing as “torture lite?” does it make any real difference whether it leaves a physical mark behind or not? where do we draw the line between interrogation and torture? is that question not interesting enough for you?

is complying with demands under threat of torture the same as genuine obedience? maybe your victim is forced to pretend in certain ways, through feelings of absolute powerlessness. their survival is pitted against the guilt that comes from following the demands of their perpetrator/s. the sense that they’re betraying themselves, the hatred they feel against their aggressor for making them obey, which is otherwise completely uncharacteristic of them. they’re never reduced to a blank slate, there’s always an internal conflict. what if they reach a point where they have nothing left to lose? real torture makes people more defiant. human beings are amazing at adapting to impossible situations. how is that not a wicked fucking cool thing to explore?

brainwashing isn’t real, but your victim’s loved ones believe that it might be. this means that their attempts to talk about their complex feelings toward the more humane sides of their torturer, or recount moments of a strenuous mutual understanding, are met with vehement denial from the people who are supposed to facilitate their recovery. “don’t talk about him like that, he hurt you.” and a desperation to get people to understand that it’s just not that simple. they’re not just saying it because they’ve been brainwashed – people just aren’t black and white, torturers included. the way they feel compelled by the pressure of their loved ones to just… keep quiet about that aspect of their trauma.

here's a fun fact: not only is torture absolutely useless at everything it sets out to do, but rates of PTSD are equally high among victims and perpetrators. the latter is something called participation-induced post-traumatic stress, or perpetrator trauma. you see it in murderers, too. nobody talks about that. and i get it, it’s a touchy subject, we wouldn’t want to portray torture as something human beings do. but, and here’s my counter-argument: maybe reality is just messy and complicated. and maybe exploring that messy complicated reality in fiction can serve as something interesting and worthwhile. emotionally cathartic. no?

if you read up on torture in psychological studies, regarding the psychology of both victims and perpetrators – and possibly also read some sociological studies about how governments have used a lot of the myths i’ve mentioned about torture to excuse their own actions (allegedly) – you start to get an idea for just how comprehensibly it fucks with people, and how effective that propaganda machine has been. real life torture is not rare. torture will continue to not be rare as long as people believe in the idea that it is useful. so maybe it’s a good idea to approach the subject with a little bit of thought beforehand, you know? we could approach fictional depictions of torture with the same amount due diligence we take with the topic of rape or child abuse, instead of, you know, literally affirming all the myths that justify its use and then brushing off criticism like mine in that aggressively uncritical fiction-isnt-reality,-depiction-isn’t-endorsement,-zero-further-introspection way.

or whatever. maybe im just a big meanie, i must be fun at parties, etc

#inspired by 10k notes on my last rb proving there are sane ppl on this site. im starting this discourse again okay idc #im happily dying on the hill of 'maybe don't gargle the balls of US war propaganda in your whump fic' tbh #other #torture #media literacy #media criticism

[oli280]

Julian was a college student living in the US. His family were originally from Cuba but settled down in the US. Julian had a brother, Juan, who he absolutely loathed as be was the exact opposite of Julian. He was a stereotypical muscle jock, who loved to go to the gym and keep fit:

Julian hated going back home from his dorms at college because he knew that he'd have to interact with his brother. The first thing that he heard upon entering his family house was his brothers deep voice 'sup lil bro!'. Julian was slightly stratled at the strong smell coming from Juan, it was evident Juan just came back from the gym and the smell was a mix of sweat and it would also seem that Juan just jerked off as evident by the smell of cum coming off of him. Julian reluctantly replied 'hey Juan... are mom and dad home?' to which Juan replied 'Nah they're at work, seems it'll just be you and I lil bro' he chuckled in his deep voice.

'Ah I see... I'll just head upstairs and drop my bags then' said Julian and promptly headed upstairs. He then closed the doors behind him. He then flopped onto the bed and called his boyfriend after the phone cal Julian fell asleep.

When Julian woke up it would seem that he was tied up to his bed with... Juan in his room 'JUAN what the fuck is going on why am I tied to my bed!?!' shouted Julian. Juan replied 'don't worry about it lil bro, I've seen you stressing you need to relax a bit, plus... our family wluld benefit with a few more members and well you're not necessarily into spreading the family gene if ya know what I mean' Juan Chuckled dumbly.

'Juan get me out of here please I beg you!!' cried Julian to which Juan replied 'as i said don't worry about it lil bro, you'll be just fine'. Juan then proceeded to slip off Julian's jeans down to his knees and then brought some word machine out with a fleshlight attached to it. He took the fleshlight and slipped Julian's soft cock into it. 'Juan please stop, whatever you want to do to me please I beg you!'. Juan didn't reply, instead he just looked at Julian mischievously and flicked a switch, the machine started working and instantly Julian's cock became hard. The machine started to Jerk Julian off.

As the machine jerked him off, with every move up and down Julian's body began to transform, it began with his cock which expanded becoming the size of a coke can, his balls then changed and increased on size, the balls were no longer tightly together but instead they dropped and were Julian standing they would be hanging off of his massive cock.

The changes then arrived at his ab area beginning with a nicely defined v-line then moving to melting his fat away and revealing a very beautiful well defined six-pack with two pecs exploding above, at the same time his legs became more muscular and adapted to his new sport lifestyle. The changes then arrived to his face. His spots melted and it seemed that he no longer needed his glasses as the blurred vision disappeared and he could see without them clearly. His chin became much more well defined and sharp and his face was absolutely unrecognisable the same was for his hair which grew out.

Next came the mental transformation, as the machine milked Julian he quickly lost all his smarts, his eyes as a result, became extremely unremarkable losing their flare and passion for Maths. He now started to remember that his name was Julio, Julio was a basketball player and hoped to play professionally one day. His homosexuality was drained out of him the quicker the fleshlight jacked his new big piece of meat, he now loved to fuck pussy and spread the family gene it wasn't only a for pleasure but because he really, really wanted to have as much jock offspring as possible.

'FUCK' shouted Julio as he came ropes and ropes of cum into the fleshlight. 'How you feelin lil bro?' asked Juan to which Julio replied 'I feel fucking good bro, I feel like I wanna go and spread our family seed ya know' he led out a dumb chuckle similar to that of Juan. But another thing common between the two was their smell... both started to smell of sweat and cum... Juan was very happy with how Julio came out as finally he believed they will get along quite well and spread the fam together

After that day Julio fucked literally every pussy he came across, with the main mission of spreading the family seed and seeding every pussy with his strong jock cum, by the end of the first semester in Julio's College there were many pregnant students walking around so much so that the College had to kick Julio out explaining it as because Julio was slacking in his grades... it's not as if Julio cared... he could focus now on basketball, gym and fucking, the three new passions of his life...

Here is a pic of Julio who decided to earn a few dollars on the side by doing porn with a porn company... he filmed all the scenes where he had sex without condoms of course:

#jockification #brainwashing #jock #jock transformation #nerd to jock #muscle #transformation #gay to straight #muscle transformation

[haleigh-sloth]

379 Leaks React

Okay, gonna start this with honesty and say that I legit was concerned for a bit, reading parts of the leaks. Namely this:

Mostly because as the leaks were dropping (and we hadn't gotten to the end of the chapter yet) it felt like a very sudden burst of agency, independence, will power, you name it--from Tomura. But after the whole chapter came out and I saw the art in there, well, I see it differently and in the end, still things are going in a way I'd hoped for and what works for Tomura's character.

I'll start this by saying that....yeah no, Tomura isn't free. Don't get your hopes up. We've got his personality back and I'm grateful for that, but this man is far from free, and I'll explain.

Tomura: I've been here the whole time, waiting for the moment to take back control, I don't need you or OFA, I have things I want that have nothing to do with you!

That's great! He's kept himself from completely disappearing, HE did that, he kept himself afloat and fought for control. He has some semblance of agency and control. He has his independence back!

Or does he.

Also Tomura: Everything I hate started in that house, that house that I destroyed because I wanted to, because I hated it and everyone in it, and because I was meant to destroy so why would I have done anything differently. Everything I've always wanted has always been to destroy, my "origin" is destruction because I killed my family and destroyed my house because that's what I was born to do!

I really don't need to go into detail about how this isn't true. He didn't want to kill his family or destroy his house. He didn't want any of those things.

But what has happened in Tomura's mind is that he has had 0 ways to cope with his grief--so his coping strategy to protect himself from the psychological damage was to recontextualize it entirely.

Tomura: Grief? Nah, I wanted that to happen. So I'm not sad about it.

That's totally a valid coping mechanism that will have long term benefits. I love that for him.

I bring up his obvious unreliable narrating because it's all coming full circle and back into play here.

"Tomura Shigaraki and Tenko Shimura wish for the same thing." Well, at least the 'tenko and tomura are different people crowd can finally shut the fuck up, god bless

Tomura asserting that they're the same--while unexpected, for me at least--is good development. He's acknowledging that his past self is part of who he is, he's trying very hard to reject everything AFO wanted him to be. It's progress because he's trying.

But man, he is not doing a very good job of that.

Exactly what was Tenko's origin again?

I am fairly certain his origin is not based on an innate lust for death and destruction. I’d bet the farm in it.

Tenko didn't want to destroy everything. But Tomura continues to assert this belief onto himself from the recontextualized grief in order to protect himself from said grief.

What results is his self-hatred that's still there. The guilt that surrounds his family's deaths.

This self-hatred is literally exactly why he is so convinced that he has always wanted to destroy everything, that's all he's ever wanted and that's all he was born to do.

Tomura is not free from AFO because his self-hatred is still so deeply ingrained in him.

This is fake out, just like MVA was, just like the PLF war was.

Every time Tomura tries to assert his independence outside of AFO, it fails, and he comes crashing down, hard. He comes crashing down hard because he continues to insist that all he wants, all he has ever wanted, is death and destruction. The more he clings onto this narrative, the more he will continue to lose.

Tomura is not free from AFO because he has not faced his own reality yet.

Now that I've explained that, let's talk about this:

Tomura basically confirming that he caught onto the little hint that Izuku wanted to do more than just punch and kick.

When he said it's a useless effort, he knew what he was referring to. "Don't try saving me, I won't be satisfied until everything is destroyed".

So, the salvation Tomura's been secretly crying out for this entire time, from Midoriya no less, is right in front of him. And--to nobody's surprise--he's rejecting it.

Again, all he can do is destroy, all this saving talk is nonsense, there's absolutely no point.

This is pure proof of how lost in the AFO sauce Tomura is.

He's in the most unstable, unreliable, contradictory, and most of all vulnerable state of his life. He asserts his desire for destruction, being completely unaware that someone has already seen through it all and knows what's going on inside:

Tough luck Tomura. You’re transparent.

This is what I mean by him not facing his own reality yet. He's in there still crying, that hasn't changed. He is in prime saving position. Let's go Izuku, chop chop.

Onto the art:

All of Tomura's speech is written in black text bubbles. I've only seen this one other time:

Based on the evidence above, I think it's safe to say that:

Black text bubbles = whatever is being said in them is probably bullshit

Tomura asserting his independence this chapter is bound to result in the same failures it did in MVA and the PLF war.

Breaking out of the possession JUST to say "I'm BACK! But I still want exactly what you groomed and primed me to want!" is not the comeback he thinks it is, and it is not a subtle downfall.

He will fall harder, again, because he refuses to let himself be picked up (yet).

Other things:

There are two AFOs. Please don't forget, because OG AFO is the real issue here.

That is all.

Translations used from Pikahlua’s translation.

#bnha spoilers #bnha meta #bnha 379 #shigaraki tomura #shimura tenko

[dirtbra1n]

WAIT I FORGOT ABOUT KRISNIX VS WRIGHTWORTH

HI SUNNFISH it’s been eight days and I’m not getting any work done right now anyway. Ha ha ha ha. I’m gonna go dig up some of my nutjob krisnix hashtag #Posts

okay that done I’m actually gonna talk about wrightworth first. baby’s first yaoi probably It makes sense and it compels me.

really really beautiful thing about wrightworth is how many people go into the first ace attorney thinking that the prevalence of attorney yaoi is a result of typical fandom behavior and get blasted with the concentrated blast of shu takumi’s vision of how chronically strange normal guy phoenix wright decided to completely change the trajectory of his life for one of his boy best friends from the 4th grade. unnecessary feelings and its ramifications. miles edgeworth choosing death gate. the ugly ways phoenix does not cope with this, on account of his many issues. redacted hospital scene. sundry textual instances of phoenix’s well-adjustment re: edgeworth shot at the player point blank. miles edgworth That man… gate. wrightworth is so fucking much you guys……..

I do not see either of these two biting the bullet to establish a formally romantic relationship in any capacity until they are well into their thirties. they need to be extraordinarily strange at and about one another for decades on end and then elope on a thursday afternoon, which will not ease up the strangeness but will grant them various legal benefits. love wins! Longer post would talk about how and why they’re weird. but I need to talk ab

sunnfish when I tried the media tab first for collected krisnix miscellany I passed this and it made me cry laugh

I need to talk about krisnix

trying to pin down my deepest rooted beliefs is like pulling teeth. You know there was a time where apparently I saw nothing interesting about kristoph. I’ve become a better and weirder person in the meantime. it makes sense. it compels me. ha ha ha ha.

^ 2dirt2brain krisnix breakdown of december ’23. of which we’re all very aware I’m sure. kristoph wants control of the world around him and is as incapable of fulfilling that desire as any mortal man. phoenix has a lot more free time nowadays. regular dinners together. seven years. play hooky, get hooked. unkillable phoenix wright. you can’t fake an affection that long—seven years. come on, now. get back to the office after they take him in and slump a little. you ought to say, now or never, that you kinda like the guy.

you’ve (🫵 not him) got to know that phoenix wright is a hard as hell guy to know We’ve compared him to tashiro before sunnfish I know this. he doesn’t open up. clam shut tight of course I think we should give kristoph a paring knife to try and crack him open. just can’t trust him with knives bigger than that one.

like of course the psychosexual warfare is the main thing. but seven years together and zero reason to believe that the guy who cost you your attorneys badge would murder anyone means seven years of some of the heartiest insane appealing-directly-to-me Situation the world has ever, ever seen. some of this is psychosexual warfare. everything else is a secret worse thing.

I think flawed attorney and devastatingly loyal man phoenix wright should try to save kristoph’s life. bet you never thought you’d care this much about capital punishment, huh, phoenix?

also kristoph should be time looped

now considering the VS. statistically I trust more people with wrightworth because the sheer numbers go crazy. I trust myself and my friends with krisnix more however because krisnix is fundamentally custom built for me to chew on and bite into. two cakes. we should put edgeworth and kristoph in a cage match. I think they just WOULD NOT get along, separate from phoenix entirely. tear each other’s dicks off!!!!!

as a bonus here is a short list of things that remind me of krisnix

boris by lo-fang

that myth about a dog locking its jaws as it bites into you

magnet poem I spent actual hours laboriously stitching together whilst listening to kristoph’s solitary confinement theme

Also munchausen by proxy have I said that already

and of course the second bonus:

#started getting very tired in the process of writing this if things start falling apart that’s why. Open to call to everyone forever #ALWAYS feel free to ask me about krisnix. shit is soooo fucked up Did you know i can fix ace attorney. did you know this guys #askbox #AND WHILE I’VE GOT YOU HERE. KRISTOPH LOVED AND LOVES HIS YOUNGER BROTHER. IT WOULDN’T HURT HALF AS HAD THEMATICALLY IF HE DIDN’T #Okay fin. two cakes…… i love you sunnfish………….

[nightswithkookmin]

I love Hobi, God knows I do and he is enlisting soon. I get that. Me is ot7 anyday of the week. But here lies my issue;

FACE lasted on there 👇🏽 for all of 2 minutes

Then look how close their release dates are.

Members so far have gotten to promote their shit with no interruptions but Jimin has to share the limelight❓❓❓ For whatever reason. And people are gonna keep yapping about how he's the company's favorite? Ain't no such thing man, Fuck outta here!

I'm on pills and that's not even working

First off, I think two things can be true at once. Jm could be hybe's favorite idol and still get screwed up by hybe💀

Ain't nobody following the script like Park Jimin, ain't nobody fetching them coins and attention like Park Jimin. He's the korean IT Boy brand reputation king. Hybe's gotta love him and if they don't fuck them. They ain't shit anyways😌

This whole shmelly business has me between rocky and palm face won't lie. And any comment I make on this will fetch me some heat but here goes nothing. On one hand I love me some healthy idol competition up in BAngtan to see who outsells who and who out performs who- makes for quality entertainment if you ask me.

but on the other hand, I just hate blatant injustices and this right here is the mother of all injustices. It's just atrocious and wrong. It's not really a fair competition if some have more resources, more exposure and more corporate support now is it?

What is good for the goose is good for the gander and I'm just not seeing the fair equitable distribution of company resources on this one. Hybe needs to wash their ass with soap. It stinks from all the shitting they be shitting out here.

It's one thing if they are doing it on purpose but if all this is just one big coincidence as a result of their lack of thoughtfulness and awareness in handing these boys' marketing then I'm sorry someone needs to get skinned up in there. Yea I said it. Off with their heads.

Knowing hybe it's either they think JM has enough organic traction to sell on his own- matter fact, when it comes to the maknae line vs the hyung line this is very often the approach but we don't talk about that💀

I remember they did the same thing around the time of covid right before BTS announced they were going solo. I remember ranting about how they were deliberately sabotaging BTS to promote the other brands under hybe.

It's not uncommon for hybe to use the influence, reach and relevance of one brand to cross promote another. Yall recieved the weird notifications from certain brands on Weverse?

Whe it comes to the hyung line, the company goes a little bit hard and extra each time and they often do this with the members they think are least likely to perform in terms of numbers.

However, this time around, I think it has something to do with the enrollment list? Don't know, could be wrong. The thought that JM or Namjoon is next after Hobi makes me sick to the tummy and I hope I'm wrong 😭😭😭

I want to give them the benefit of the doubt and assume they going off of the enlistment list and need to do whatever they can for Hobi before he leaves.

Besides, I think If they were to treat the members equally and not equitably, I'm afraid some members wouldn't do as well- phpah pah paw. Gunshots😭😭

I know they think Jimin has the numbers, and he will do great in spite of these hurdles- but see, that's how we lose. THATS HOW WE FUCKING LOSE when everyone stops pushing cos they think this is an easy win!

I've seen Bangtan lose and come close to losing awards because of mentalities like this for me to sit quietly and watch it happen to Park Jimin. IT'S JUST NOT FAIR!

But then i also dont see him as competing against the hyung line you know? What are they competing for? Those two have totally different audiences and need unique market approaches and strategies to reach them💀

And I'm not just talking about reaching just army.

I would be concerned if they started using the same promotional strategy of a rapper for a singer.

If anything, I think JMs competition is the Maknae line and probably Jin too as he is also part of the vocal line. Therefore I feel I don't have a yardstick to measure him against yet as neither Jungkook nor Tae's album has been released- right?

But wait till it's JK or Taehyung's turn and let me see different treatment out here- I DARE THEM

If hybe thinks they are just going to gloss over things and sweep JMs album debut under the rags then they have another thing coming. They should plant their feet on solid grounds cos I'm about yanking the ground from underneath them.

They are going to leave everything on the shoulder of the fans and then swoop in last minute to claim they did shit for the BOYS when things turn out great.

They should show me the budget they have for each members' promotional package. Let's start there. Cos that determines how and where each member gets promoted.

On the flip side, having those two contents out around the same time reduces promotion costs as such content tend to cross promote eachother. Face will definitely drive traffic to Hobi's content as will Hobi's content to Face.

Personally I wished they would release vminkook albums consecutively within a short span of eachother. People listening to face will be more likely to click on Jk's song and Tae's right after. It keeps the fans engaged, keeps the momentum going and keeps all three trending on the charts making it hard for an outsider to break the chain.

They could have done same for the hyung line too.

All this seem to lack direction and each day my non existent faith in hybe wanes.

I hope the end would justify the means. Hopefully. I'm gonna sit tightly out here and watch it all play out to the credits and then I will comment on it😌

Hybe brought them this far, I should at least hope they know what the hell they are doing. But if Face pays the price for their edgy endeavors then I shouldn't be held responsible for the hex I put on them.

It's funny how you say Jimin is about to share the limelight when he's actually about to eat Hobi up😭😭

Gotta run 🏃‍♂️ 🏃‍♂️ 🏃‍♂️

[adambja]

Hi Adam

I don't know why I'm telling you this to be honest hehe,but as my fav blogger I want to ask you for advice.

So I discovered the law last two years and for 8 months I tried using subliminals each one month but no matter how hard I stuck to one subliminal it never gave me results.

Then last year I read motivation on loa and all in other bloggers post but I never manifested anything no matter how hard I tried,I tried to be the creator of my reality,I pretended to be living my dream life even though I was broke asf and my family was suffering,ppl called me stupid but I didn't care,even when I never got results I believed it would come soon,I literally kept convincing myself for a year,I worked so hard but nothing happened,I never Manifested anything,and then I heard about the void state,I didn't believed in it but then I saw success stories and I believed it immensely,I thought there's still hope for me,for months I suffered but I pushed through and tried to get into the void state every day and every night,I worked on my self concept,I applied the law in every way but then nothing happened and then my dad fell ill,I was worried and I kept affirming to manifest his health,I affirmed in tears and I was fed up.i wanted to pay you for a custom tape because I thought it might help me but then I had no cent on me,so I could only keep affirming and affirming but nothing happened and then my mum died,she couldn't keep up with all of these,I had no siblings so yeah,then the dad died too.but I still didn't give up I didn't want to but it's useless,right now when I see any blogger giving ppl motivation,it annoys the hell outta me,I know I might be wrong but the law never helped me so now I'm gonna be sent to an orphanage home tomorrow in which girls are constantly molested each time,I literally pass by and see guys trying to touch them and I don't wanna go there please I need your advice,I'm tired of all these you are the creator speeches it's annoying to be honest,I wouldn't say I didn't try enough because I did extremely well,my phone is the only thing supporting me right now pls I need you to tell me what to do,it was my dad's gift to me on Christmas,he worked so hard to buy me one.ive tried every method possible

Most of y'all think you've had it bad??? I've faced worse,I don't even have access to my own house because of my fucking family members y'all give up immediately you try something

I tried for over 2 years but I never got anywhere and I need help,I'm going insane,if there's anything you can do to help me please do if there isn't then it's okay

First of all

My name isn't Adam it's adambja baby it's A GIRL HERE AND THIS IS WHAT I CALL A TRAUMA DUMPING THAT'S it

I didn't read anything because I am about to sleep I am so tired but you are welcome to talk to me privately and we will see

I understand your frustration and all your feelings and all this anger about some bloggers here saying the same repeated things over and over!

It's not my responsibility either cause I am not even like them hopefully I helped a lot of people here!

But when you send me a message make sure you tell me about what you want from the tapes if you are gonna buy them BECAUSE I DON'T MAKE CUSTOM TAPES FOR FREE you gave me your whole life thing how would I even help you if you aren't paying me for your personalized tape or coaching!!!!

I CAN LITERALLY HELP YOU IN ONE MONTH WITHOUT ANY VOID SH IN YOUR NORMAL PHYSICAL REALITY I DID HELP A LOT OF PEOPLE WHO HAD THE WORST SITUATIONS YOU CAN EVEN IMAGINE!

This is the issue here guys

This is MY ISSUE okay? Stop trauma dumping instead tell me WHAT DO YOU WANT TO HAPPEN!!! NOT WHAT HAPPENED CAUSE IDGAF ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED I AM HERE TO MAKE YOUR NEW REALITY HAPPEN

Again the old story MUST BE DEAD!

Also baby you need tapes NOT TALK NOT WORDS YOU NEED TO REWIRE YOUR SUBCONSCIOUS MIND

How SHOULD I MAKE THE OLD STORY DEAD, ADAMBJA?

Just tapes THAT'S WHY I AM MAKING TAPES WITH BENEFITS ITS BETTER IN MANY WAYS

And that's what I am originally a coach for!

#law of assumption #loa #neville goddard #self concept #loassumption #loa success #success stories loa #self development #self esteem #void success

[gummydummy19]

Not now

Summary: You and Steve are major enemies with benefits. You can hardly be in the same room together, let alone an elevator...

Content Warnings: smut, mean Steve, angst, fluffy ending (you know me), LANGUAGE!

A/N: This fic is one of my favorites out of everything i've ever written. Almost a year after losing my first blog, including most of my fics, I was able to recover it :)) I hope you enjoy

Word Count: 3.4K+

It had been a long, exhausting day. You weren't even supposed to go on any more missions until next week, but Fury decided to wreck your Friday and send you on your hardest mission yet. Your body ached and you just wanted to crawl into your bed as soon as possible. So when you saw Steve approaching the elevator, you silently prayed the doors would close before he got in. You just couldn't deal with him right now. Not now.

Of course, luck wasn't on your side today. Steve pushed his muscular arm in between the doors just as they were about to close, joining you in the space that suddenly felt too small.

He smirked widely when you noticeably rolled your eyes.

"In a hurry?" he asked.

"Just tired." You dryly stated.

"Yeah, I can tell. You look like shit" He teased.

To be quite honest, you were fairly sure Steve hated you way more than you actually hated him, but you weren't about to let him know that.

You and Steve started this whole enemies with benefits thing a while ago, and somewhere along the way, you starting finding it harder and harder to keep up the hating game.

Sometimes you just wanted someone to talk to, to watch a movie with, to hold you after you'd a long day like this.

Admittedly, hating each others guts resulted in some mind blowing sex. Steve might be an arrogant ass most of the time, but he was still the best you've ever had, and you didn't wanna throw that away just because you were getting a little needy. So you decided to just suck it up and stick with what you did best, annoying him until he fucked you stupid.

And it had been working out just fine, but today you were exhausted with an extra dose of PMS, and he looked so good in his white cotton shirt, he had been growing out his beard lately and his hair was a little messy.

You could barely look him in the eye, desperately trying to come up with a snarky response, but your brain failed you as the only thing you could think of was how good it would feel to be in his arms right now.

He frowned, clearly confused and quite frankly annoyed at your lack of sass.

A groan rumbled in his chest and in one quick movement, his fist hit the emergency button, making the elevator halt.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You snapped

"ME? What the hell is wrong with YOU? Did I fuck you stupid last time? What's going on?" He yelled.

Steve had noticed the change in your behavior lately, and he didn't like it.

His words made a blush creep up your neck and you silently cursed your body for betraying you.

You knew Steve thrived off your attitude. You were the only one who ever questioned his authority, it kept him on his toes.

He took a step closer to you and you immediately took a step back, not knowing if you could do this much longer.

Desperately trying to match his stern energy you snapped back at him.

"Why the fuck do you even care?? Talk about being fucking pussy whipped, Rogers."

"That's what you'd like, huh? For me to fuck you again?" Steve inched closer to you as you tried your best to ignore how wet your panties got from his voice alone.

"In your dreams, asshole." You turned around and hit the button again, making the elevator restart.

You felt his heavy chest push against your back and all you could do was stare at your shoes and pray to whatever was good and holy that this stupid elevator would just hurry the fuck up already.

Strong hands crept up your sides, breath hot against the exposed skin of your neck. The body heat radiating off this man made it hard to think straight.

Gathering all your willpower, you softly shoved your elbow in his ribs, shaky arm pushing against his torso trying to get him to move.

"Get off me, Steve." Your tone almost had him believing you actually didn't want this.

Almost.

"Not until you tell me who shoved a stick up your ass." his voice was low and raspy, tingling against the shell of your ear.

He stopped the elevator for a second time.

"Steve, I'm serious, cut it out!" You groaned, before pushing the button again.

"So am I?" he continued and his hand moved towards the button yet again.

"Would you stop?! You're acting like a child!" you yelled, trying to get the upper hand as the small metal cage rumbled.

The poor emergency stop must have been hit damn near a dozen times as you and Steve continued your pointless bickering.

Suddenly, the entire elevator shook and came to an abrupt stop, making you cling to Steve's side for balance.

The lights flickered out and the buzzing noise that usually lingered around was gone.

You pushed Steve off you and desperately tried hitting a couple buttons.

Nothing.

"Look what you fucking did!" you screamed at him.

"Me?" he yelled.

If looks could kill, Steve Rogers would be dead on the floor of that elevator right now.

A thick, deafening silence settled in between the two of you, and you let out a breath you didn't know you had been holding. Dropping your gaze to the floor, you let your shoulders hang, rubbing your hands over your face in exhaustion.

You turned around, staring at the buttons.

Fed up and extremely done with this stupid situation, tears started welling in your eyes.

The emergency lights had gone on. You checked your phone. Of course there was no reception and it was late already, everyone else had gone to bed on their own floor and there was no way they'd hear you all the way from here.

"Perfect. Just perfect." You muttered.

Fresh out of fucks to give, you finally let the numb feeling you had been trying to push away all day take over your body. You slid down the wall, sitting with your knees drawn up and your fingers tangled in your hair as Steve just stood there and watched.

"should have taken the fucking stairs," he mumbled.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath.

You were utterly exhausted, your body ached. All you wanted was a hot shower and some sleep, and now you were trapped in this stupid elevator and you had to look at Steve's stupid cranky face all night. Any other day you would have given him his crap right back, but not today. Not now.

Simply lacking the energy to be your usual sassy and confident self, you let out a shaky sigh.

"I'm so fucking tired." You finally muttered. If it wasn't for the deafening silence surrounding you, he probably wouldn't even have heard it.

Making eye contact with him was impossible at this point. And even if you had it in you to look him in the eye right now, the thick tears that started welling blurred your sight.

"Oh great, now she's fucking crying." Steve groaned, more to himself than to you.

You rolled your teary eyes at his typical arrogance. But when he took an awkward step closer, you pointed your finger at him.

"Don't even think about coming near me right now, Rogers." You warned.

Steve smirked at the remark, finally catching a glimpse of the snarky woman he was secretly so crazy about.

To your surprise, he moved closer and sat down beside you, raising his arm to invite you in his embrace.

"Come here."

You glared up at him.

"You don't have to prete-" you yipped as Steve cut you off mid-sentence, yanking you against his chest and draping his arm around you.

He just held you as a few silent tears escaped your eyes. Finally relaxing in his embrace, you let his warmth surround you.

The steady sound of his heartbeat brought you a weird sense of peace, which you welcomed nonetheless. There was something about him, about being this close to him. You couldn't put your finger on it, but it melted away your anxiety like snow in the sun.

A comfortable silence settled in between the two of you as you sniffled quietly against his chest.

You felt his eyes burning against your face but you couldn't bring yourself to return his gaze. In all honestly, this was probably the most embarrassing moment of your life.

Clearing your throat, you pulled away from him and gave his chest a few awkward pats.

"Alright, thanks," you said, before scooting a few inches to the other side.

As much as you hated to acknowledge it, being away from him even a few inches filled you with a slight cold, empty feeling. And you had to go against every fiber in your body not to scoot closer and snuggle up against him again.

A shiver ran through your body as you forced yourself to stare at anything but Steve, when suddenly a soft, heavy, blanket-like piece of fabric was throw at your feet.

Steve's jacket.

You thought about telling him you didn't need it, but soon realized that would be pointless as he would probably argue with you until you took it anyway, so you picked up the jacket and wordlessly wrapped it around your shoulders.

The intoxicating smell of his cologne and his mints mixed with his natural warm musky scent invaded your nostrils and made a heat run through you, warming you from the inside out.

A weird sense of comfort took over your body. The urge you had to be held and taken care of bubbled up again and you let Steve fill that void. You knew it wasn't real. He didn't want to be here. But he was. And you were going to enjoy his warmth for as long as you could.

You must have dosed off because next thing you know you felt your body being shoved aside, abruptly waking you from your slumber.

Finally you guys got here! She was starting to drool on my shirt." Steve's arrogant voice spoke to Sam and Bucky, who has apparently found you in the elevator.

You knew it was too good to last. At least now you could go to your room and get some rest. Alone.

You slowly sat up, blinking the sleep from your eyes as you gaped at the three men in front of you. The smell of Steve was still heavy on you. Before any of the men could say anything you threw the jacket of you and scrambled out of the elevator. Running through the hallway to your room, wanting nothing more then for this day to just be over with already.

"hey hey hey, wait!" Steve's voice boomed through the hallway as you looked for your keys, rolling your eyes.

"Oh for fucks sake, does he ever take a break?" you mumbled to yourself.

"Looking for these?" he asked, dangling your keys in front of you with a smug look on his face.

You groaned, reaching for the keys only to have them pulled away at the last second. It was quiet between the two of you for a beat, before you lunged for the keys again, failing miserably.

Okay. now you were pissed.

Steve looked at you with a shit eating grin, raising his arm straight above his head. Okay. now you were pissed.

Steve looked at you with a shit eating grin, raising his arm straight above his head.

"Come on, Princess." he teased, "come and get them"

There was no way in hell you could reach that far up. You knew it. He knew it. He just wanted to see you try. See you jump for him like a little kid trying to get the stuffy at the fair.

And you actually debated it. For a split second, you debated it.

Nope.

Not today, Rogers.

You were done. Done with this day. Done with these games. Done with him.

You scraped together every ounce of dignity you had left and turned on your heals, walking away from him.

You got halfway through the hall before you heard him chuckle.

"And where are you going now, huh?" he questioned, obviously very amused.

"To sleep in Bucky's room." you simply said, not even bothering to turn around. You didn't need to see his face to know the grin had fallen.

"The hell you are." you heard him mumble, suddenly way closer to you as you heard his heavy footsteps approach.

Before you could even comprehend what was happening Steve had you tossed over his shoulder.

“What the-…PUT ME DOWN” you tried to wriggle your way out of his grasp but your already exhausted body just wouldn’t work with you. And perhaps your needy brain didn’t mind being wrapped in Steve’s arms…even if you were dangling upside down.

You heard a door slam behind you and realised you had entered a bedroom, but it wasn’t yours…oh no this was Steve’s room. You could recognise it from the scent alone…

He put you down the second the door fell shut and walked over to the bed. He didn’t sit down, he just stood there…looking you straight in the eyes.

You stared at him from across the room, arms crossed, trying your best to appear stern despite the fact that the entire room smelled of him and it was making you want to crawl up in a ball on the floor, like a cat waiting to be cuddled.

"come here." he said, voice calm yet commanding.

"Bite me "

"I said come here."

"And I said bite me."

"If you come here then maybe I will."

You rolled your eyes but did as he said.

"Now what?" You asked in the most pissed-off voice you could muster.

Steve saw right passed your bratty behaviour, knowing exactly what you needed from him. He grabbed your wrist and before you knew it, you were wrapped against him with your back pressed to his muscular chest.

"Now you let me make you feel good, sweetheart." his warm minty breath caressed the shell of your ear, making the hair at the back of your neck stand up as goosebumps started to spread all the way down to your spine.

Steve slowly walked you both to the bed, arms still holding you at the wrists crossed on your lower belly.

When your knees hit the bed he let go of your hands, not allowing you to go far as he immediately grabbed your shirt and slowly pealed it over your head. A soft growl erupting from deep within his throat when he discovered you weren't wearing a bra.

You spun around in his grip, and a small moan escaped you right before you attached your lips to his. Your fingers pulled at the back of his hair while his found their way to your awaiting breasts.

Thoroughly enjoying each other's embrace, your impatient fingers moved down his torso and tugged at his shirt. Feeling his lips curl into a smile against yours let you know he got the message. Within the blink of an eye, his shirt was gone and his lips were back on yours, devouring you as if you were his very last meal.

When you were both breathless, he spun you back around. He pressed gentle yet firm kisses on your nape. His big, strong hands held you up by your upper arm as his furry chest pressed against your bare back.

"Lay down for me, Princess." his gruff voice vibrated against your shoulder.

Steve slowly pushed you down on the bed, holding your hips steady so your ass was up in the air. He peppered your entire back with soft, warm kisses. Not leaving an inch of your body untouched. Your face was planted in the soft cotton sheets below you and you felt your entire body relax. Steve's plump lips moved down to your lowers back and started kissing along the curve of your hip as his large hands roamed your ass. Just as you noticed you had begun to smile to yourself, you got pulled from the cloud you were happily floating on by a sharp pain on your behind.

"AH!! Did you just bite me?!"

"'I'm a man of my word darling."

Before you could scramble away from him he licked a firm stripe up your pussy, all the way from your clit to your asshole. You let out a desperate moan that quickly turned into a squeal as Steve flipped you over on your back. He wasted no time in attaching his soft lips to your dripping pussy once again and absolutely devouring you with all he had.

One of his hands came up to play with your boobs. Squeezing the soft flesh and tugging at your nipples blindly while his head stayed buried in between your thighs. He moved his hand to yours and linked your fingers together as he passionately ate you out. Your other hand came to scratch through his hair, enjoying the feel of his fluff locks between your fingers.

Keeping his one hand intertwined with yours, he moved his other one to play with your pussy. His thumb stroking your clit while his tongue licked in between your folds. God he loved the taste of you, he simply couldn't get enough.

Your moans got louder and your hips started bucking against his bearded jaw. Every square inch of your body was on fire.

Steve switched his hand and tongue placement, moving his mouth up to lick your clit while sliding his middle finger inside of you, pumping a few times before adding a second one, curling them perfectly against your g-spot as he kept licking your clit.

"Fuck Steve I'm gonna cum!" you screamed. "You're gonna make me cum! You're gonna...I'm gonna...Oh fuck..fuck, please! Don't fucking stop...ah!"

And he didn't, not even taking a break to reply to your pleas, he kept eating you out until you were shaking and cumming all over his face.

Blinking away tears until they rolled down your cheeks, you tried to calm down your breathing as you laid there trembling on his bed.

"What do you need, princess." Steve finally spoke, sitting up between your legs and softly stroking your thighs.

It took a while for your breathing to calm down, you didn't even know why you were crying to be honest. You just felt like you were experiencing a lot of emotions at once, and it was pretty intense.

"A fucking hug." you finally spoke.

Steve chuckled at your reply before scooting over to sit next to you, leaning against the headboard.

"Come here."

Slowly, you crawled into his open arms, curling up against him into a ball with your head right under his pecs, leaning on his abs.

Surprisingly, Steve was very soft and sweet, not at all what he was usually like with you.

He rubbed your back and just laid there with you, enjoying each others warmth and the comfortable silence that had settled in the room.

You couldn't help but let out more tears, softly sniffling into his chest as you clung to him.

"shhh" he whispered comfortingly, pressing a few kisses to the top of your head. "It's okay, l'm here. And you did so so good."

For the next few minutes Steve just held you, until you were ready to talk to him about what exactly it was that got you so overwhelmed.

After some time, you sat up and just looked at Steve. At his eyes, his nose, his mouth.

You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against his lips.

"Thanks," you said.

"For the orgasm?" he joked, trying to get rid of some of the tension.

"For the care," you replied, meaning what you said.

Your eyes fell on the clear bulge in his pants.

"Want me to do something about that, Cap?" you smiled.

"Nah, not today sweetheart." He said, pulling you closer.

You didn't even know what to say. Never in your life have you expected Steve to be so caring, especially not for you.

"If you want you can take a shower here, I'll lend you something comfy to sleep in," he suggested, leaving you even more stunned.

"Okay who are you and what have you done with Steven Rogers."

At first he chuckled at your reaction, but then his face grew a little more serious.

"I wanna be here for you for more than just fucking. The whole cat and mouse game was fun while it lasted, but seeing you the way I saw you today, so exhausted you could barely stand up straight. I never wanna see you like that again, baby. Unless of course, it's my doing." he added smugly before pressing another kiss to your lips.

"There he is again." you chuckled against his lips.

After some more kisses and giggles, you decided to accept Steves's offer and take a long hot shower, followed by some much-deserved cuddles and a movie you never saw the end of because you drifted off, happily snuggled against his chest.

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[theninjazebra]

Emma's "how to do Thing I Don't Want To Do" tips and tricks list -

1. You don't have to like it. Just get it done. So complain incessantly.

2. Put everything on easy mode. Quick and dirty is still more than nothing.

3. Have a reward ready for when Task is done.

4. Tired and fucked off is a weird way to get around anxiety, but I've had good results. Panic yourself into insomnia the night before and then take your awful, overtired personality out on the Task.

5. Make it fun - wear glittery shoes or play obnoxious music or eat sweets the whole time or whatever works in context. Just because Task sucks doesn't mean everything has to.

6. Phone a friend. Even if they can't do task for you, it doesn't mean you have to be lonely (make sure it's the right friend for the specific Task though). Friends love helping and it's not their life, so they don't give two shits about Mysterious Reason Why Task Is So Fuckin Hard.

7. Warm up to Task with some easy victories. Put a bunch of easy wins on your to do list that create the illusion that you're a super genius at achieving things. You might think you're too smart to be fooled by crossing off "get out of bed" on a piece of paper, but you're not.

8. A second version of above is doing everything else you need to do first, then do hard thing. That way a lot of other shit doesn't fall apart because of Paralysing Task. There's obviously lines here - procrastination vs neglecting yourself can be hard to judge in a spiral. Milage may vary.

9. Take a break. Do a bit of Task, have a snack. Do a bit more, go outside and scream at a tree.

10. Be clear about motivations. Is Task getting you something you want or need? Does it get you where you need to go? (If it's for the benefit of someone else this might need to be adjusted, but I personally find sacrificing for others a lot easier because Upbringing).

11. Related to above - spite is an AMAZING motivator. The aim is to get something done, not be a good or nice person. Even if the Task is itself is altruistic or moral.

12. Don't do the Task. Some shit just doesn't need to be done, so if you're going through The Agonies make sure it's actually in your best interest and not some arbitrary bullshit you or one of your other enemies has put on you.

If you apply all of the above, you will look like a lunatic, but a lunatic who gets shit done.

Hope this helps other people. But mostly I hope it helps me. Because fuck you, I'm going to make the most of my weird little life.

#posting to remind myself #there's a couple thing im dragging my feet on #some are small and dumb #some are life long massive struggles that never end #adapt as needed

[sanjoongie]

Day Thirty~ Pegging: S. MG

♡Pairing: Song Mingi x Reader (f) ♡Genre: non-idol au, friends with benefits au ♡Word Count: 1,416 ♡Warnings: pegging, fingering, dual pleasure dildo, m orgasm ♡Rated: 18+ MDNI, smut with no plot ♡Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Wooyoung | Next Day~ SanHwa ♡Dedication~ @mejuii @downtoamagicalland the unholy trinity beta team

It was the specific time during a party where everyone was drunk enough to let their guard down but not too drunk that the evening was winding down. It was the perfect middle-ground for candid conversations to happen and that was what was occurring currently. 

"Never have I ever!" Mingi states with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "Been pegged." 

San, Hongjoong and Wooyoung take a shot. Yeosang looks part disgusted, part fascinated. San, quite drunk, widens his eyes, passionate about what he's going to say. "You don't understand? I've come so hard from it. It's worth trying. At least once."

Mingi pffts at San’s statement. "I would never."

"San’s right, Mingi," You say, nudging Mingi in the side of his ribs. "Men do orgasm more intensely from getting their prostate rubbed."

Mingi looked at you like you were crazy. "What are you even saying?"

You lean forward, hand on Mingi’s forearm, which flexes upon bearing your weight. "I bet I could make you cum…if you let me peg you."

Mingi leans in, a slight smirk pulling his lips. "I bet you can't."

That's how you ended up, on a Friday night a week later, in a lingerie set, making out with Mingi on your bed. You prompt him to remove his shirt and he takes this moment to talk you out of the predicament that his big mouth had got him in.

"You know," Mingi captures his tongue between his teeth, "I could fuck you instead?"

You roll your eyes in Mingi’s clear intent to wiggle his way out of this. "How about, you can fuck me when I don't make you come while I peg you?"

Mingi purses his lips to the side, clearly not impressed he cannot persuade you. "That's the obvious result," he mutters under his breath.

"Mingi, Sweetie, do you still want to do this?" You lift an eyebrow at him.

Mingi rolls his eyes at you now. He seems resolute in his decision. "We're doing this to prove a point. I'm winning this bet."

"Then it's time for you to take off your bottoms and lay on your back."

You promptly move over to the dresser where you keep your double-penetrating dildo. With a bottle of lube, and the convenience of crotchless panties, you and Mingi are ready for the festivities. 

You clamber back on the bed to where Mingi is lying, naked and with a chubby. You stand on your knees in between his legs, setting aside your dildo, which Mingi is looking at with wide-eyed interest. "First," You explain to him, “We have to get you prepped, Mingi."

Mingi presses his lips together, "You're gonna finger me?"

You smile sweetly, “That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

Mingi’s eyes watch you intently as you lube up your fingers and then you meet his gaze again. “You’re ready? I need you to relax, Mingi. I’d jerk you off as a distraction but that would defeat the purpose.”

You watch as Mingi’s adam’s apple bobs up and down but he gives you a stiff nod so you press your fingers to his puckered hole. He gasps and then bites down on his lower lip to keep himself silent. You take your time, slowly fucking your finger into him, letting him adjust to the sensation and the stretch. You can see from Mingi’s eyes that his pupils are blown and he’s enjoying it but he’s not saying a word. You work another finger into him, again, being patient and taking your time. When you can properly fit the two fingers together full hilt, you choose that moment to crook your fingers against his prostate.

Mingi’s back bows and he lets out a strangled moan. “What was that?” He asks, eyes wide.

“That’s your prostate, sir,” You say, a smile pulling at the corners of your lips.

“Do it again,” Mingi encourages.

You crook your finger, rubbing the spot inside of him and Mingi moans beautifully for you. “Ready for me to replace my fingers with a cock? You’re okay with sharing in the pleasure, no?”

Mingi presses his lips together. You know he knows he’s losing but he cannot say no to the pleasure you’re offering. So you lube up both ends of the dildo and slip your part into your pussy. You’ll be receiving stimulation inside and out, a special piece rubbing against your clit as well. But you’re mostly interested in watching Mingi fall apart under you, after so cockily saying you couldn't make him come untouched.

“Hold your legs open for me,” You murmur as the tip of the dildo presses against Mingi’s rim. 

Mingi’s large palms hold his thick thighs aloft as you sink into him. Mingi moans wonderfully as the tip of the dildo passes his prostate and you’re inside of him full hilt. It did something to you, to see Mingi with his legs spread, holding them open as you split him in two on your strap-on. If you didn’t have the lubes help, you were certainly getting wetter by the minute at the view below you.

“Okay for me to start moving?” You check in with Mingi again.

He’s panting below you, caught between his pride and his pleasure. His dick is pulsating against his stomach right now, precum dripping from it a bit pathetically. “It feels good,” Mingi whines and then shakes his head, “But I still don’t think you can make me come.”

“Challenge accepted,” You laugh under your breath, taking it as his green light.

You rock your hips against his and Mingi lets out the most needy whine you’ve heard from him all night. Your eyes are glued to his face, watching as it contorts in pleasure. Mingi is feeling really good but it’s a bit foreign to him, so it’s almost like he doesn’t know what to do. You lean down, bringing your face closer to his, but searching out one of his hands. His fingers push into the spaces between yours, almost eager for an extra connection.

“Talk to me, Mingi,” You encourage him.

“So good, so good, so good,” He babbles finally and you know you have him exactly where you want him.

You continue to gently rock against him, taking your time to find the angle he wants, just looking to make him feel good, bet be damned. “Feels good to be stuffed, huh, Mingi?”

Mingi whines again. “It’s so intense.” You stop moving and Mingi’s eyebrows frown inwards in confusion, “Why did you stop?”

“Intense good or intense bad?” You query. 

“So fucking good,” Mingi groans.

You begin to move again, watching as your dildo moves in and out of Mingi, careful of your precise movements and pace. Mingi is very vocal at this point, unable to keep quiet. Your own orgasm is moving at a slow pace, but in reality, this is mostly about Mingi. You listen carefully, as Mingi’s cries begin to crescendo. You keep your pace, eyes on his cock now, looking for the main event. With a loud cry, Mingi comes undone, cock spurting his seed on his stomach. You slowly pull out of him and allow him his high and to come down from it.

You sit back on the balls of your feet, considering what your next step was. Mingi’s face is a bit red and you’re sure he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He opts to throw an arm over his face but he mutters, “Guess San knew what he was talking about.”

You know Mingi’s hoping that you’ll take that as his admission of being wrong in the bet but you’re not allowing him that. “So you admit you were wrong?” You ask.

Mingi sighs loudly and you suppress a giggle. “Yeah yeah, I was wrong.”

You whimper at removing the dildo and Mingi peeks from under his arm. “Oh shit,” he curses, “You didn’t come, did you?”

You shrug, a teasing grin on your lips. “Wasn’t really about me, was it?”

Mingi’s grin almost splits his face, “I could make it about you.”

You pretend to think about it. “I dunno, what are you offering?”

Mingi sits up, bracing himself with his palms flat on the bed. “Bet I can make you come with my tongue pretty damn quick.” He captures his tongue between his teeth, cocky attitude back, even with his cum still painting his stomach.

“I’ll take that bet,” You agree immediately.

Because honestly, was there a loss in that bet anyways?

Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Wooyoung | Next Day~ SanHwa

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[shitty-davesprite-daily]

Davesprite, I bet there are enough unique anons in this askbox to make a unique Sburb session. As a result, I've decided to jokingly try classpecting the most prominent anons in order of appearance based on stuff that's happened on this blog because why the fuck not.

(This is gonna go horribly, but I tried.)

Flamingo Anon

Maid of Heart

Reason: As far as I know, they were the first identifiable anon to show up on this blog. And they did that mostly for their own benefit, such as to spread the passion that they have for birds and ornithology. Personality-wise though, I'd say Heir of Heart is more accurate.

ScAnon (a.k.a., me)

Sylph of Time

Reason: First of all, I seem to care a lot about things like the past through the questions I ask and keeping things moving by sometimes acting as the voice of reason when shit goes down. Second of all, I have my own ideas of the past and future that I enjoy discussing (as seen by some of the asks I've sent). There's also a tendency among Sylphs to meddle with stuff, which I think I have. I feel like those are good enough reasons for me to be a Sylph of Time, even if they're shallow.

Pawnon

Witch of Void

Reason: This is confirmed on their own blog, so there's no reason to argue about it. And as far as I've seen from them, it checks out.

Tophat Anon

Page of Mind

Reason: This one was hard to take a crack at. For one thing, their typing style is based off of mine, especially with how names and pronouns get coloured. As far as I know, it's typical for Pages to try to mimic the people they admire, especially in the hopes that it can convince others to help them and listen to them to compensate for and be given the Aspect that they lack. (I'm not sure if that's the reason why they chose to type similarly to me, but that's my guess.) In the case of the Tophat Anon, they seem to lack Mind and may try to act as if they have a lot of it (also typical Page behaviour), especially by trying to act as a voice of reason (only for that to sometimes backfire, such as the case of the 'No homo' shirt) and by asking questions about the circumstances (which is not a bad thing. It can be helpful for anyone who stumbles across this place while Davesprite's got his ass in the middle of something, like being accused of being gay).

Explosion Anon

Bard of Space

Reason: One could say that all the explosions they cause literally destroy space (and that's not counting the other shit they've done). However, it is through what they do that they create the conditions to get things to happen, such as the Grimdarc and all the explosion shenanigans. (That's as far as I know. Please feel free to correct me on this.) They are figuratively helping leave Time in their wake for everyone else to deal with in the form of events and suffering through said events. Also, they seem to have a penchant for chaos, which seems to be typical for Bards personality-wise.

So there we go. What do you think of all this stuff I thought of out of boredom?

- ScAnon

TG: ...

TG: goddamn

TG: i dont even know what to say this shit is just straight up impressive

TG: i know like fuck all about classes and aspects and shit but this all seems vaguely right?

TG: nice work man

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[ask-serendipity-sky]

Bighit has clearly picked Jungkook to push in chapter 2.

Yep like you said, this has been going on EVEN BEFORE BTS DEBUTED. It's just noticeable now as they are doing solo works

JK was ALWAYS top of food chain and Jimin was ALWAYS at bottom end. While others got decent or less perks.

JK had regular vocal classes since day 1 while Jimin had none

JK was admitted to SOPA art school where he can casually skip classes but still be graduated while JM and Tae went to regular ones. Especially because JM was transferred in middle of the year he needed very good scores academically to be admitted. And ofcourse he had it lol.

Hobi was the only member who knew how to dance hip-hop then, Jimin was working very hard day and night to master it but who was sent to USA to take special dance classes along with choreographer Mr. Son ? JK

Each and every ounce JM have this day is 100% because of his effort. From having 0 dance and vocal training from company, he debuted as Main dancer and Lead vocalist of the group. And we are seeing the same sabogation×success story to this day, in different ways lol. And I think because this custom has been going on since day 1, boys all got used to this ? Idk. It's their normal that JK receives the best out of all and probably he also maybe feeling indifferent to that 🤷‍♀️

JM, even if he puts the best work he still goes 'idk whether I deserve this' even regarding a music show win. While he sees JK as this super talented human who deserves only the best and ofcourse he wants all #1 for his man too lol. So he maynot be seeing this injustice in their treatment. As in his eyes JK deserves and is getting the best toys since day 1 and been normalized. That's why he signed contracts without any constraints even after all this sabogation.

I just hope he'll understand he also deserves the best toys, is putting the best results and FUCKING ASK THAT COMPANY WHATEVER HE NEED WITHOUT FEELING GUILT OR APOLOGIES.

Hi anon,

This makes a lot of sense.

If you think about it, it goes with their philosophy of life.

Jk: It's destiny

Jimin: I make my own way

I can see how they all have been taught to think that all this was for the benefit of the group. It worked while they were younger.

Korea is one of the most extreme countries when it comes to this way of thinking and we see it in this small group of 7 men and don't think any of them want to be blamed for a failure in BTS so they do what's best for the group.

There is natural rivalry and jealousy between them because they are only human and we've seen glimpses of it but they overcome it because the group comes first and whatever else BH told them to think when they were young.

It makes me wonder if Jimin or any of the other guys will even snap and finally demand more.

Thanks for sharing.

[beardedmrbean]

Oooh a another black media thing I’m going to loathe

https://x.com/copicsquiddo/status/1779351205728153939?s=46

And y’all excited for Yasuke in red

Also the Huey freeman comparison

The thing is that Huey is named after a black panther party

And he radical but toned down

Also the ititis thing the girl referenced, ooooh shitty good times writers

THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A METAPHOR OF THE CRACK EPIDEMIC AS THE FAT WHITE GUY IN BOONDOCKS WAS A STAND IN FOR REGEAN

Also another gag was that black peoples complain white people be killing us…why we eat some of the most unhealthy shit possibly as well

Getting better, my depress ass unfortunately gave my ass diabetes

Also I learn that Boondocks creator got kicked out of the entertainment industry which explains season 4 of boondocks

https://x.com/copicsquiddo/status/1779385348277100948?s=46

But here running gag, you guys complain how white people and the government attack us…while keeping in the crab in the bucket mentality where you guys cling onto the godforsaken projects and inner city culture?

Tbh I think Asians became enemy #1 because despite them (especially the Koreans, Japanese, and Vietnamese) having a lot of significant discrimination especially with the culture shock/clashes we had with them. They are able to thrive in America

But blacks are still fucked in a post Obama world?

There a reason why plenty of whites (and blacks) like me avoid modern black media

Also the Huey freeman comparison The thing is that Huey is named after a black panther party And he radical but toned down

Huey was a drag at times, but he was also a great vehicle for driving points home as a result of that.

Flipping out on the community for letting r kelly slide is one of my fav moments.

Also the ititis thing the girl referenced, ooooh shitty good times writers THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A METAPHOR OF THE CRACK EPIDEMIC AS THE FAT WHITE GUY IN BOONDOCKS WAS A STAND IN FOR REGEAN

That I did not know, but I never watched the show so that's my excuse there.

Also another gag was that black peoples complain white people be killing us…why we eat some of the most unhealthy shit possibly as well Getting better, my depress ass unfortunately gave my ass diabetes

Like I said, vehicle for uncomfortable truths.

Also I learn that Boondocks creator got kicked out of the entertainment industry which explains season 4 of boondocks

Did not know that one either, on top of the smugness if you complain about the issues with some of these shows you get called racist or if you're black 'anti black' or any of a multitude of other insults that add up to you being called white.

But here running gag, you guys complain how white people and the government attack us…while keeping in the crab in the bucket mentality where you guys cling onto the godforsaken projects and inner city culture?

Ya, be why one of my pet peeves is the whole you'll need to work 3 times as hard as these other people to attain their level of success, it's self defeating and just serve to make people not try.

Tbh I think Asians became enemy #1 because despite them (especially the Koreans, Japanese, and Vietnamese) having a lot of significant discrimination especially with the culture shock/clashes we had with them. They are able to thrive in America

They kept pushing on even if there was discrimination, be one of the reasons as a demographic they're doing as well in the US as they are at least.

But blacks are still fucked in a post Obama world? There a reason why plenty of whites (and blacks) like me avoid modern black media

I avoid it because I don't like being blamed for problems I had nothing to do with and that's what a lot of it boils down to these days.

It gets really old really fast and the constant push has finally gone far enough to generate a response, which would be why if you look around different programs that benefit specific demographics are getting sued for violating the civil rights act.

Federal program for farmers that pretty much excluded white people got sued and some scholarship programs got the same treatment, bunch of other stuff too.

A lot of these things have been round for a while and nobody bothered with them till someone got fed up and decided to actually do something.

#zoomer huey anon