#on some level i am ALWAYS thinking about 'if it weren't for the baby' and you should be too

[gyuranhae]

Oppa | (dino smut)

Pairing: BadBoy!Dino X Reader Synopsis: You should not even be friends with your brother's best friend. But it felt so good to tease Lee Chan about his need to be called oppa. Genre: smut Word Count: 5.6K Warning: HUGE MASSIVE EXTREME GIGANTIC OPPA KINK FROM DINO'S SIDE. protected sex. masturbation (f). teasing. dirty talk. praise. name calling (whore, slut). oral (f receiving). squirting. petnames (doll, pretty, baby). degradation. some level of possessiveness. pretty romantic smut. jeonghan smokes and dino drinks. Tag: - A/N: I could say that I'm sorry but I'm not I fucking love this one. also i'm a sucker for mullet dino

"C'mon, don't get so mad, oppa" You said, a large grin spread across your face "That grumpy look doesn't fit your handsome face" If looks could kill, you would have been dead long time ago, or maybe now, giving that Lee Chan looked through you as if he wanted to burn a hole in your skull. And he wanted badly. 

"Will you ever call me in the proper way without making it sound like I'm a joke to you?" He clenched his teeth, opening the beer can with rather force and gulping down hard on the burning liquid. 

"Who says you aren't a joke to me?" You smiled, earning a violent cough from Dino as he choked hard on his drink. You were the most impossible, insufferable, annoying, persistent, bratty person Chan had ever met. You were mean to him for no other reason than being funny, and he hated that he couldn't pay back. He always claimed he couldn't because you were his best friend's little sister, that he would never do anything because Jeonghan might kill him. You half wished it was true, and half wished it was because he liked you and tolerated your behavior for the sake of love. He cleaned his mouth on his shirt, breathing heavily as his patience was running out very quickly. 

"Good to know you see someone older as a joke" He sounded serious, and you wanted to die out of laughter "Good to know that respect is the least of your concerns" He tapped the counter, looking back with almost fire in his eyes as his anger boiled his insides with rage. You could see his tense jaw. 

"Oh please, I save respect for those who deserve it" You smirked, knowing you just had hit the sore spot. Earning it. Dino was known for being more than just competitive, for earning his spot on your brother's bike gang. He was known for doing anything to earn what had to earn, whether it would be money, respect or some random girl he found pretty. You weren't jealous, no. You could see the red rising on his skin, his fingers gripping back on his hand as he clenched his jaw even more, sharp eyes almost cutting you with his gaze. 

"Oh… So I don't deserve your respect, Y/N?" His voice dropped an octave, and you could feel your legs pressing against each other. Thank god the counter covered your figure from the waist down "Interesting… It appears like I'm going to have to show you how deserving of your respect I am" 

"Maybe" You shrugged, sounding uninterested on his offer to earn you "I guess you could show off how amazing you are and try to get me impressed so I can finally call you oppa without wanting to laugh" Your smirk was almost as annoying as your brothers, almost as punchable as Jeonghan's devilish smile. To Dino, it was more "Your need for my respect is… what do they call it? Ah! Cute" 

“Cute?!” Before any of you could do anything, the door of the kitchen opened with one motion, well, with one kick as your brother entered the room, cigar in the corner of his mouth and two other dudes behind him. Seungcheol and Joshua, you knew everyone in his gang at that point. Dino adjusted his posture, bowing in a 90º angle towards Jeonghan, making you chuckle lightly “Sir Jeonghan” The politeness that dripped from his voice almost made you laugh out loud, if it wasn’t for the fact that it made Jeonghan laugh out loud. 

“Sir Jeonghan? Do you think I’m like fifty five or something? You can call me hyung, kid” Your brother slapped Chan in the back, making his whole body jolt forward as the younger one gave him an embarrassed smile. Turning his whole body towards you, Jeonghan took the cigarette off of his mouth, putting it out on the little trail on the corner of the counter you were currently in “We’ll be gone for like, some hours. I’m leaving you some money and if you need anything…” Jeonghan slapped Dino’s back again, the clear pain being visible on the boy’s face “Lee Chan won’t hesitate to come right to your service, right Chan?” Your brother’s smile was as sarcastic as it could get. 

“Y-Yeah, I’ll come right away…” He sounded embarrassed, as if he wasn't almost shouting at you like two minutes ago.

“Yeah, that’s all. You know the drill, just doing some races for the money. I’ll be back before four AM. Let’s go guys” Jeonghan gave you a tight hug and handed you the cash, indicating the door to the others as he pulled another cigarette from his pocket, ready to light. You and Dino exchanged looks, his filled with rage, yours filled with excitement. He couldn’t help but mouth “I’ll kill you when I come back” before leaving, making you giggle like a child. 

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You were extremely tempted, Dino’s number on your screen looking more delectable than ever. One move and you would cause Chan’s temper to burst out of rage, you knew how much he loved to be on those races, along with your brother’s gang, the feeling of being on a motorbike, speeding up and earning money from doing so. You knew he would never forgive you for taking away the experience of finally feeling like he belonged somewhere, even if the older one’s teased him all the time. You grunted, frustrated that your morals and stupid heart were speaking louder than your head, not letting you call Lee Chan and ruin his night. It was not your fault that you liked his company, even if ninety percent of the time he was annoyed by you.

Throwing your phone to the side, you jumped on the bed, laying spread as you stared at the ceiling, sighing loudly. You just couldn’t get him out of your head. His slicked back mullet, a hair strain that always seemed to fall on his exposed forehead, his strong eyebrows that furrowed everytime he got concentrated on something, his lip piercing that every now and then would get caressed by his tongue as he licked his lips. You were obsessed with the way he dressed too, you swore you never saw someone as stylish as him, his leather jackets and tank tops making your head spin in circles. And how could you forget the way he looked when he was on top of his motorbike? Gloved hands gripping on the handles, the way he took off his helmet, hair always a bit sweaty from the adrenaline of running around. Dino was a walking temptation to you, and it was even harder because he was your older brother’s friend, which meant he was off limits. 

Lost in your thoughts, you failed to miss the way your hand automatically traveled south, diving inside your pajama shorts and panties, fingertips lightly rubbing your sensitive clit, a soft moan escaping your lips as you closed your eyes and thought of the one you loved. Everything about Chan was too good to you, his piercing gaze as his dragon eyes looked you up and down with disapproval, his strong arms that tensed up as he gripped onto something to control himself, his clenched jaw as he bit his tongue and let you make fun of him. He was so handsome, even when angry, and that made you crazy. You let a finger slide inside your folders, imagining it was his long fingers, toying with your pussy and making you moan, your other hand grabbing the pillow underneath your head. 

“C-Chan…” You let out, hips arching away from the bed as you let another finger dip into your heat, your walls clenching from the thought of him being with you, rubbing your cunt and dragging you into a messy kiss. You dreamed of kissing his lips, yearning to know how it would taste, would his piercing make everything taste like iron? Would his plush tongue dive into your mouth, making you feel the taste of his favorite can beer? Would he drag his kiss across your jaw, biting and sucking into your skin as your hips rode his hand, his calloused fingers curling up inside you and brushing up against your sweet spot? Your back arched as you felt the coil underneath your stomach appear quickly, your fingers working inside of you just like they did every night. Your mouth stood hanging open, whines and moans erupting from your throat as your folds gripped around your hand and wet your fingers. 

“O-Oppa… P-Please…” You would never say it out loud, that you liked calling him oppa. That you were into the visual of seeing him getting full of himself as you finally addressed him the way he wanted with proper respect. That the idea of calling him oppa as he dived into your body got you turned on. You would never ever admit to him, nor to yourself, that you loved calling him like that, that you wanted to call him that while he railed you in any position “O-Oppa, I’m so close…” Your head was thrown back, eyes starting to gather tears as your fingers pumped in and out of your pussy. The gushing sounds should make you embarrassed, but they only turned you on even more, just the thought of being this wet because of him making you moan out loud again. Thank god Jeonghan wasn’t home. The coil on your stomach got tighter, your legs closing as a reflex as you chased your high desperately, needing that sweet sweet release. It wasn't long until you felt yourself squirting, ruining your underwear and shorts, your mind going blank as the wave of pleasure cruised through your body and made your legs shake, your chest moving up and down rapidly as you tried to compose yourself. Your fingers lingered a bit too long on your heat, the little shock of overstimulation making your hips halt as you stabilized your mind back to reality, eyes slowly opening to stare at the ceiling again. You wished everything you had just imagined was real. 

“Y/N?” You froze. Your mind was too foggy with the lust you were feeling, that was it, it wasn't Lee Chan’s actual voice calling for you, right?

“Y/N… did you mean to call me?” It was his voice, coming from your phone, that got tossed to the side like one of your clothes. You rushed, fumbling around with your covers and with your messy hand, cleaning on a towel you had for these occasions before grabbing your phone. You were on a voice call with him, and you don’t know how long he had been hearing you. 

“U-Uh, C-Chan! Good that you picked up! I need you to pass to my brother, need to talk to him!” You tried to cover your embarrassment, swallowing thick as you hoped he bought the idea that you called him to talk to Jeonghan. Your hands trembled, the anxiety washing over you as he took a little bit too long to answer you. 

“... Are you sure you want to talk to him?” The emphasis on him made you bite your lip, your heart beating fast. He had noticed your little plan “... I can come back if you need something. Jeonghan is busy” You froze again. Lee Chan was offering to come back? The Lee Chan that always whined and complained when he needed to get you something? “Besides, he told us that I would come back if you needed something, right?” 

“... Right” Your voice was above a whisper, your body had sunk on itself as you sat on the floor of your room, back resting against the foot of your bed. Your body was numb, both from your orgasm and from the talk. 

“Jeonghan-hyung!” You heard him call your brother, his voice sounding a bit more far away “Y/N said she’s not feeling very well, I’ll come back to check on her okay? Don’t know if I’ll be able to come back… I’ll be there in twenty” His voice sounded closer to the phone on the last bit, the call ending shortly after, leaving you holding your own phone while staring blankly at the wall in front of you. You couldn’t tell how much Dino had heard, nor what his reaction was. You hoped you weren’t screwed, the last thing you needed at this moment was the boy you liked becoming distant because he heard you masturbating and moaning his name. 

Those were the slowest and most agonizing twenty minutes of your whole life. You walked from side to side in the living room, checking the wall clock every five seconds as if that was going to make the time stop, wishing that Chan never arrived so you wouldn’t have to face him at all. But at last, you heard the bell of your house ring, a breathy sigh leaving your lips as you turned your body towards the front door, praying for it to not be him, or for him to not look you in the eye. Your hand twisted the door knob, opening just a little bit of it and slightly looking through it, your gaze being met with Dino’s as he looked back at you with an indecipherable look. 

“Hm… Can I come in?” You couldn’t figure out what the tone was, if he was disappointed, worried or just calm. You opened the door whole, turning yourself away from him and walking straight to the kitchen, not wanting to look him in the eye. You sat at the stool from the counter, hearing his steps as his boots stomp their way into the kitchen, a sound of plastic shuffling around caughting your attention. You looked back, seeing as he placed a plastic bag on another counter, checking the content on it and then turning himself at you. You quickly looked back to your front, ears and cheeks burning red from the embarrassment and feeling of being near him after what happened. 

“Ignoring me is not gonna help, y’know” He sounded calm, opposite from you at the moment. You swallowed thick before looking back again, head low as you could barely look him in the eye. He was laid back against one of the counters, elbows holding his torso up. You couldn’t see a trace of grossness or rage on his face, remaining quiet as he looked back at you, up and down “... Did you mean?” 

“W-What?” You wanted to curse at your body as your voice cracked, your hands gripping against the fabric of the pants you had changed to. 

“Did you mean to call me at that moment? Or did your dumbass accidentally call me?” Hearing him curse you felt more natural, a bit of the tension on your body leaving as you relaxed a bit. Hopefully he was still the Dino you knew. 

“Of course I meant to call you! I said that I wanted to speak to Jeonghan” You pouted, crossing your arms as you tried to keep the narrative from earlier on. You wished he would bite it. 

“... So you wanted Jeonghan to hear his little sister moaning one of his friends' names while she touched herself?” Your face dropped. He had heard everything. He even had deducted perfectly what you were doing, not that it was hard to with your moans and whines. He straight his posture up, crossing his arms and walking closer to you. You sunk against yourself again, looking up at him as he stared at you with clouded eyes “I’m not saying I liked it but… I got kinda disappointed when you stopped” 

“H-Huh?” Your voice got caught in your throat, your confused eyes searching on his for some clear answer. What did he mean by that? Did he enjoy hearing you?

“Don’t play dumb, doll” One of his hands gripped your jaw, holding your face still as you watched the light on his eyes shift “You were moaning my name and calling me oppa while fucking yourself. Don’t tell me I heard shit wrong cause we both know what was happening” His voice dropped an octave, your thighs rubbing on each other as a reflex “I kinda wished you kept going, I was really enjoying hearing you desperately calling me like that. Needy and ready to take me” His words made you want to whine, but you held back, still scared of what he would think of it, even if he had just admitted getting hard from listening to you. 

“I…” You could only muther, mind still trying to process all of the new information. His lips smirked, the piercing shining against the light of the kitchen. He let out a big sight, letting go of your face and making you lean a bit into his touch, wishing he had kept his hand there. 

“But I guess I can do nothing, since I’m not deserving of your respect, right?” His smirk grew larger as he noticed your face drop even more, your words from earlier lingering across your mind. Your mouth opened to protest, but no sound came out of it, your head burning to find an answer quick enough “What? Did the cat finally get your tongue?”

“Chan, please…” You didn’t even notice your current state as your voice pleaded for him. Your puppy eyes looked up at him, glazed with a shiny coat of tears that threatened to fall from the corners. Your legs were squished together, heat searching for friction, while your hands gripped tightly on your pants, fingers fumbling with the soft fabric. The view of you in such a vulnerable state, begging for him, made a sharp sting run across Dino’s cock, his turn to swallow hard as his bulge became even more visible through his tight pants. He straight himself, looking you up and down yet again before holding your jaw once more. 

“... You’re gonna be nice and do everything oppa tells you to do?” He arched an eyebrow, watching carefully as the light in your eyes shifted too, your throat swallowing the lump it had formed on the bottom of it. 

“Yes oppa” There was a tremble, a breathiness in your tone that made Chan hiss, fingers gripping tightly your face. He was quick as he grabbed one of your wrists, pulling you up and dragging you out of the kitchen, not before grabbing something inside of the plastic bag and tossing it in his pocket. You couldn’t even process before he threw you inside of your room, somehow managing to close the door as if your brother could come inside at any minute. His aura as he approached you, so intimidating, making you feel small, at the same time so inviting and making you want to beg for him. The feeling of his arms wrapping around your waist was wonderful, his body gluing to yours as his lips searched for yours. 

Making out with him was more than just heaven, it was borderline addicting. His lips felt so soft, with just the right hint of roughness whenever his piercing pressed against your own lips. He tasted like the most amazing mixture of alcohol and snacks, a lingering sensation of beer with a mixture of caramel, and when he moaned against your mouth, gosh, you felt your legs almost give in, being secured in place by his strong embrace. Your fingers tangled with his soft locks, feeling the texture of his slick back hair, pulling ever so slightly whenever he bit into the kiss, a soft whimper coming out of your mouth and just fuelling Dino even more. His tongue overlapped yours as you two got lost into each other's touch, his need for dominance and control making your folds get slicker and your thighs to press against each other, your balance already betraying you and only pushing you further into his arms. 

“You’re so annoying…” He said between the kiss, teeth slightly biting your bottom lip as he pulled away softly, diverging his attention to your jaw, dragging his tongue across the line of your face as you shifted your neck, allowing him more access “Always poking fun of me and making me mad…” He bit and nibbled your skin, leaving a trail of reddish marks as his kisses traveled south, the feel of his warm tongue leaping along your neck making your head spin in circles. Was this really happening? “But gosh, you couldn’t be more beautiful and tempting, could you?” His words made you blush, the crimson tint spreading across your flushed face and ears, a whine leaving your lips at the praise “Just the most gorgeous person I’ve ever met… And so funny too, just so fucking annoying, and only with me” He pulled away, fingers gently pulling your chin so you could met his fiery gaze. A mixture of lust and passion, his vision seemed clouded, filled with you, just like your senses were filled with him “Tell me, Y/N, why do you love to annoy me?”

“Want your attention…” Your head didn't have control over your mouth anymore, your thoughts spilling from your lips without hesitation as if you were under some sort of spell casted by Chan. Your eyes looked up at him, asking for more “I want you for me…” A smirk grew on the corner of his lips, the arm hooking around your waist pulling you even closer, his hand dangerously close to your ass, where you wanted it to be.

“Oh pretty, you already have me all for you” His confession made your heart thump loud in your chest, your hands gently squeezing his shoulders “Wouldn't want anyone else but my sweet little Y/N. Even if Jeonghan chops my dick off” You chuckled lightly. Sure, Jeonghan did said to all of his friends that if they touched you, they were dead, but he would never get in the way of your happiness “I’m all yours, baby” He whispered, pulling you into another intense kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as his body guided you towards your bed, laying you down as he climbed on top of you. Your legs easily spread open to allow him access, his hands caressing you through the fabric of your pants, his fingers gently squeezing your thighs the closer he got to your heat. He broke the kiss momentaneously, searching in your eyes for consent to take them off of you, eyes growing cloudier with lust when you nodded a bit too eager in agreement. His fingers hooked in the waistband, dragging the piece of clothing off slowly from you for the tease, enjoying when he saw the pout grow in your lips at your impatience. You’ve been waiting so long for this, and so was he, but he wasn’t going to give in that easily. He was gonna pay back all those years of teasing you made him go through.  

Your lack of underwear made him curse under his breath, and the wetness adorning your folds made him lick his lips, dragging a thumb across your cunt, making your hips buckle out of sensitivity. He took the wet thumb to his mouth, licking it while keeping eye contact with you, the sinful view of him humming and smirking directly at you making a breathy moan escape your lips, your fingers daring to move towards your pussy and gently touch your sensitive bud. 

“Don’t worry princess. I’ll take good care of my little slut” He sounded so endearing, all while adjusting himself between your legs, strong hands holding your thighs open with enough force to leave bruises. You could feel his breath close to your folds, your head getting thrown back when he licked a stripe across, your mouth not holding back sounds as his wet muscle skilfully worked on your heat. He gave open mouthed kisses, capturing your clit between his lips and sucking on it, one of his hands releasing your leg and scooting closer, fingertips teasing your hole with shallow touches. The feeling of the cold piercing dragging along your hot cunt sent a shiver down your spine, your mind starting to get fuzzy as he introduced a finger inside your hole, slowly prepping you while his mouth continued to eat you out like the finest dessert. His eyes kept fixated on your image, soaking in all the information, from the way your breath hitched when he curled his fingers, to how you whined when he flicked his tongue on your swollen bud, to how you were fighting to not close your thighs around his head, legs shaking from the way he dived into you with his mouth. Dino could feel your walls clenching around his finger, smoothly adding another one to the mix and scissoring them, a brief smirk growing on his glistening lips when you moaned his name as he hit yet again that spongy spot that made you see stars. He could tell you were short from cumming, his tongue dragging across your slit, only to plant a wet kiss on your sensitive spot and abruptly stop, fingers leaving you empty. You flushed your eyes open, the red tint that spread across your face and covered chest looking a bit too adorable to Lee Chan.

“W-Why did you stop?” You whined, wanting to close your legs but being stopped by his hands. He spread them open even more, making you sink in embarrassment as you felt exposed to his eyes, your hands trying to fly to your face to hide the shyness. 

“Don’t you dare to hide your face” He sounded so stern, a tone that you definitely weren't used to hearing from him “Want you to cum on my cock. I can make you cum on my tongue another day pretty” You felt yourself contracting around nothing again, a whimper being your only response as he started to take off his own clothes. He was as fit as you dreamed, his toned torso calling out to you, your arm stretching and fingers grazing lightly on his abs, his skin felt soft yet so warm. You fumbled to take off your own top, the cold breeze hitting your skin and making you hiss, the view of your exposed self sending another sting run through the shaft of Dino’s dick, his hands desperate to take off the leather pants and boxers that confined his hard on. His hand immediately flew to his cock, pumping it a few times to spread the pre cum that leaked through his tip. 

He was bigger than you imagined. He had good girth, and his tip was blushed in a pretty shade of red and faded pink, the veins popping out from how hard he was. You could feel your mouth salivating at the view, the thought of having him on your mouth making you sigh. Before completely tossing his pants on the ground, Chan rummaged through one of the pockets, grabbing what he had brought on the plastic bag earlier and finally allowing you to see it, your face covered in red. He ripped the package of the condom with his teeth, his long fingers working fast and rolling the latex across his shaft.

“Really bad timing but…” You could see the concern on his face, his eyes shifting between your exposed groin and your face “Are you a… virgin?” Lee Chan bit his lip, clear anxiety adorning his handsome features. His concern was sweet to you.

“This may make you upset but no” You said with a little embarrassed smile. Sometimes you wish you could turn back time and have your first time with him, but you wouldn’t have the knowledge you have to please him. His face relaxed, a grin slipping through his lips. 

“Not really, could not give two shits about your body count. I’m confident that you’re not gonna want anyone else after this” His confidence gave you butterflies on the stomach, your wet folds pooling liquid. 

“As if I wanted someone else” You rolled your eyes playfully, earning a light chuckle from him. His smile took away all of the angst and evil boy image he had, your heart filling up with content. Dino adjusted himself, his tip teasing your hole and making you wiggle your hips a bit. He held you with one hand, strong grip pinning you down.

“Behave Y/N” His cut-through gaze looked back at you, his hips finally moving and length diving into your heat. You two hissed at the feeling, your walls clamping around his dick like vices, the wetness welcoming him in and making you swallow him whole in a single thrust. He was right, you would never want anything else than the sensation of Chan inside you, his cock filling you up just in the right way and resting perfectly there, as if you were made for him. He supported himself by putting both his elbows on each side of your face, his strong build caging you underneath him and pushing a few more inches inside you, your head thrown back and eyes rolling back to your skull. His lips glued to your neck, leaving wet kisses and even more hickeys across your skin as his hips started to move, slowly coming out and snapping back at full force, your whole body jointing with the movement. 

Your hands grabbed his biceps, nails leaving red stripes and moon-shaped indents on his muscles while his gripped the pillow underneath your head, the tension making his forearms veins pop. Your moans filled his ears and gave goosebumps on his skin, the sensation of being the one making you almost scream in pleasure fuelling him further and making his hips pick up the pace, pistoning in and out of your cunt with force. You could feel your walls gripping him, yearning to milk him dry and to keep him inside till he couldn’t stand, the effervescent sensation running through your pussy and pilling up underneath your stomach, a coil quickly appearing as his thrusts kept typing you over an impossible edge. Dino’s mouth kept glued to your torso, his sloppy pecks and licks spreading across your chest as he spoiled your breast with attention, teeth nibbling at one of your nibbled before taking one of your boobs on his mouth, sucking and licking with no shame. Your hands traveled to his muscular back, the fire feeling of you scratching down bloodshot lines and marks shooting pleasure stings directly to Chan’s dick, balls swelling in the need to cum, his own coil bubbling right above his groin. 

“Such a whore…” His voice sounded raspy, hands massaging your chest as his lips continued to work wonders around you, head fuzzy with the sensation of him on you “My whore, right baby?”

“Y-Yes, oppa” The title made both of you moan, your eyes barely open to see how his aura got fuller of itself, knowing he had managed to make you cockdumb within a few minutes.

“Good girl, all mine…” The cold piercing dragged across your neck, his teeth biting your skin and leaving marks that would last for days. His hips started to get quicker, the sound of skin to skin having your cunt wetter and gripping harder around him, your coil starting to get tighter, just like his. His low grunts and breathy moans became louder, following right along your chants of his name and dragged out whines, your bodies tensing up as your orgasms approached faster than expected and washed over you two like a wave. The white out spread throughout your vision, the shock of such an intense climax making your legs shake and cunt clench impossibly hard, begging for Dino to cum together, which he did. His own body took a screenshot, dick shooting ropes of cum onto the protection as he moaned your name on your ear, his melodic voice gracing your hearing before he let his body relax, gently laying on top of you like a blanket. 

There was a few minutes of silence, just the two of you picking up your breaths, the sudden feel of heaviness and tiresome sinking down and settling on both of you. Your hands caressed his hair, your arms half hugging him while his did the same, caging you in a tight hug. He placed a kiss on your shoulder, lifting himself through his forearms before looking back at you. The image of him sweaty, hair falling into his forehead, blow out pupils and puffy red lips, cheeks tinted with light pink made your walls cramp again, a hiss coming out of his mouth. 

“I just…” He tried to search through words, not knowing how to express his feelings properly without sounding either corny or cringy “There’s no other way of putting it. I love you, Y/N” Your heart thumped yet again loud inside your chest, your fingers caressing his face gently before pushing him in, mouth clashing with his in a heartfelt kiss, your actions saying much more than words could. His smile while kissing made you smile two, the lovey dovey atmosphere being almost dumb. Before Dino could continue further, you two heard a loud crash coming from the other side of the house, your bodies freezing. 

“Y/N-yah! Dino-yah! I’m home! I bought some stuff for us to dine on!” Jeonghan’s voice made you bite your lip, the task of muffling a laugh failing as soon as your gaze crossed with Chan’s, you two giggling like teenagers. He slowly pulled out of you, the feeling of being empty leaving you a bit sad, but also eager to have him once again. Dino threw the used condom on the bin next to your desk, rummaging for his clothes and quickly dressing up so he could go talk to Jeonghan. Before leaving the room, he opened the door, lookin at you up and down with a hungry gaze, lips sliding upwards in a devilish grin. 

“We’ll continue this later, baby. You’re not sleeping tonight”

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forgive me if i don’t make sense bc i don’t really know how to articulate this, but taliesin talked a lot about “trying to figure out what punk means in exandria” and wondering what’s there to be angry about. and after the last string of episodes i feel like that it’s a question that he baked into ashton’s character. like yes ashton is punk and they have justified anger but the Rest of their anger is deflective to stop them from interrogating themselves and their decisions further. idk it’s really interesting to me

It is! It's something I really love about Ashton and it's something I think Taliesin was very thoughtful about in his character creation. I think Taliesin is extremely strong in character creation in general, and it's a rare person who can make a character based on a philosophical premise who also feels very real.

That really is the core of Ashton, and I think it's a great commentary. I do still intend to watch The Decline of Western Civilization Part III (winter break perhaps?) but I am broadly familiar with the gutter-punks on which Ashton was based, and again, the punk movement as a whole. There have always been politically-minded punks; but I advise you look up the backgrounds of, say, the average Fugazi/Minor Threat, Bad Religion, Dead Kennedys, or Propagandhi musician because they are, by and large, middle-class white guys with relatively stable and happy childhoods, and the idea of Ashton as someone dedicated to the Tumblr uwu kindness is punk "look at this perfect baby who doesn't steal pennies how kind and generous to only take literally everything else" archetype was always a massive projection. They've always been far more in the model of the Break Shit, Get Wasted punk than, well, the straight edge and veganism of the above.

(I also think that while it's true that a lot of punk houses did take in anyone and were something of a refuge for many a la Color In Your Cheeks, there was also a lot of Missing Stair Fallacy shit going on in the punk community even then. Ashton is in fact an example of the flaws in that sort of subculture: the Nobodies were there until they really, really weren't, and that's not unusual for that kind of punk friendship. It's found family until you're too inconvenient and dangerous to make it worth it. Taliesin explores this a lot, incidentally; that was very much what he was doing with Molly, and I would love to hear him talk about that kind of surface-level closeness that isn't strong enough to stick because as someone who both participates in fandom and loves to observe and analyze fandom as a phenomenon itself, it's a very real dynamic.)

Ashton has had an awful life. That's the premise. Nothing good has happened to them. There are plenty of valid reasons for them to be angry. Some are people who deserve it (their parents for the fucked up ritual; the Nobodies for abandoning them; Jiana Hexum for exploiting them), some are people who don't deserve their anger but to be fair haven't done anything to deserve their respect either (Percy, the gods), but many have been perfectly kind and reasonable and Ashton has rejected them because they're in a position of authority or seemed too nice. And there's plenty of stuff he's mad about that isn't easily pinned on anyone; the chronic pain is a shitty side effect of one or both of his traumas but no one person is responsible.

Ashton is an incredibly cynical person, and this extends to himself. As I've said before, I think they absolutely mean it when they say that they would have done the exact same thing the Nobodies would do, and this has been used to both cover up the intense hurt that came from their abandonment, but also, I think part of Ashton's own self-loathing comes from the fact that yeah, they are the kind of person who'd have done the same, and that isn't a very good person, and being angry at the Nobodies and Jiana and the world at large has allowed him to avoid looking that truth in the face. Ashton has always bounced between "I'll be the best broken thing I can be" and "what if I could be more? what if I could be what I could have been if things went well?" and also "who the fuck cares" and the reveal, that when the chips are down, he will make an ill-advised and self-destructive choice from that place of pain and anger has really rattled them. He can't keep just being angry and using that to shield himself from difficult questions. It won't just kill them, but it will hurt everyone around them too.

A really ugly truth of life is that even when something is completely not your fault and even when you have been dealt a rotten, unfair hand, often, you do have some degree of responsibility to deal with it ("And if it isn't my fault, I certainly didn't do anything to deal with it," as Ashton says.) The mere act of being angry is cathartic but doesn't actually solve anything. I think that's Keyleth's message to Orym, actually; it's not fair, and you're angry that it's not fair, but you need to use that anger to do things yourself instead of letting it consume you or passing the buck because it sure as hell isn't your turn. Ashton has, since the solstice, been playing tug of war with the idea that this anger has perhaps not been serving him, and he finally lost. Initially they realized a lot of this anger had been self-pity, but then, as they said, one week of thinking their parents actually were something led them to do the exact same dumb cult shit. Instead of stopping and listening to Evontra'vir and Allura, he said "no, I'm special, actually." And to be clear I think their motives were incredibly complicated and well-thought-out on Taliesin's part. It's not just because of his parents, it's not entirely selfish or out of heroics but those certainly did play a part, he did genuinely think it would help but he also ignored a number of warnings that it wouldn't. Again, I think the parallels between Ashton and FCG are glaringly obvious this episode, except Ashton hid their feelings with anger and FCG with a focus on everyone else's needs.

#answered #Anonymous #long post #ashton greymoore #god i love this episode so fucking much it's SO good

[vintagepresley]

idk if ya done one like this all ready..but could you do one where you and Austin are at a awards season party and everything’s going good until Austin’s manager tells you that your not good enough for Austin..you take off to the bathroom to get some air and Austin finds you and tries to help but you have a hard time telling him what happened..he gets a little mad you have a slight panic attack he regrets getting mad..and you finally tell him everything

Thank you for the request! ❤️

Austin's life was being a whirlwind of crazy when it came to promoting Elvis and now the award shows where he took with you him to every single one. You weren't use to this kind of lifestyle of things, but you were having a great time just being able to support your man every step of the way. He loved having you by his side because he felt you calmed his nerves and he just couldn't do any of these things without his woman by his side. He made you feel so special and you wouldn't think about not being there for him. He deserved every bit of all the wonderful things that were beginning to happen for him. But other people around him did not feel the same about you, his manager in particular seemed to always have an issue with you. You couldn't figure out why but somehow you seemed to have rubbed her the wrong way from the beginning. So whenever you went to events with Austin you did your best to avoid his manager.

You had attended the Golden Globes with him and afterwards he suggested that the two of you head over to the afterparty, where he introduced you to nearly everyone you never met so many famous people in your life, you felt like your head was spinning. As the night went on you had clung to Austin's arm most of it and giving his cheek small kisses. "Having a good time, baby?" he mumbled. You nodded at his words. "I am.. It's all so overwhelming as always. But I'm having a wonderful time." you hummed. He laughed softly, nodding his head. "It's a bit overwhelming for me as well." he smiled, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to your lips, while his manager rolled his eyes at the sight of you two, something about you he just didn't like. He felt Austin should date someone who was in the industry not someone who was kind of an outsider. Someone had called out Austin's name wanting to speak with him and he pressed a kiss to your hand with a smile. "I'll be right back, baby." he said softly. You nodded watching him go off and smiling as a few people who you had been introduced to made conversation with you.

Things were going so well and you were feeling great that was until Austin's manager had approached you. "Y/N." he said sternly. "Oh..Hi." you said shyly, swallowing thickly. "Can I talk to you for a moment?" he asked. "Um, sure, okay." you responded as the two of you moved off to the side. "Don't take this the wrong way, but.. Is this really this place for you?" he says rudely. "Excuse me?" you say, furrowing your brow. "Well.. You're not right for him.. He should be dating someone more on his level." he says his words cutting you deep. You tried your best to hold back any tears that were forcing their way out. "I should probably go find Austin.." you whisper as you went to walk away he grabbed your arm. "I'm just saying.. You're not good enough for him. Maybe think about how this makes him look." he uttered. You pulled your arm away from and now the tears were streaming down your face that you didn't even bother to look for Austin you ended up running to the bathroom for some air and Austin sees you run off and he grows a bit concerned so he follows you to the bathroom, where you leaning over the sink and crying softly.

"Baby? What's the matter? What happened?" he says softly as he walked over to you and wrapping his arms around you, you shook your head not wanting to tell him the conversation you just had with his manager. You didn't want to cause issues or further this mans hated toward you. You leaned into Austin's embrace, continuing to cry into his chest. He squeezed his arms around you. "Please, baby.. Tell me what's wrong? Why are you crying?" he asked, letting out a soft sigh. You tilted your head up to look at him through your teary eyes, some of your eye makeup a bit of a mess. "I-I can't.." you whispered. He furrowed his brow a bit. "What do you mean you can't?" he says. "I just.. I can't.. I don't know.." you stuttered and stammered over your words nervously. You had to tell him but you just didn't know how. "Y/N, stop it. Just tell me what's wrong." he visibly getting a bit frustrated that you wouldn't just tell him what was wrong.

"I just don't know how.." you mumbled and you felt his arms let go of you and he was a bit angry now. "Would you stop!? Why won't you just tell me what the hell is the matter with you??" he yelled. A small pout forming on your lips as you stepped away from him, wiping your eyes and becoming more upset that he was getting angry with you. You just didn't know how to tell him that his manager was so nasty toward you and now your chest felt heavy and your head felt woozy as you began to hyperventilate, gripping onto the countertop realizing you were having a panic attack. When he sees this any angry feelings he suddenly had were gone as he rushed to your side and cupped your face in his hands. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get mad. I just wanna know what's wrong.." he mumbled, placing small kisses to your face. "Just relax.. Breathe, honey." he whispered to you. You took a deep breath trying to center yourself as he helped you through your small panic attack.

You looked up at him and your lip tremble with fear but you knew you had to tell him or it was going to drive you crazy. "Aus.. It-It was your manager.. He was so mean and said some hurtful things to me.." you said softly through your little sniffles, as you still had a few tears streaming down your face. He raised an eyebrow and his blue eyes suddenly turn almost black. "What the hell did he say?" he asked. You swallowed harshly, the words leaving you nervously. "H-He was saying how I'm not right for you and how you should date someone more.. Well.. I-I guess better. How I'm not good enough..." those very words had you crying all over again. Austin was furious and he clenched his jaw angrily. His hands gently brushing against your face. "Okay, baby.. Listen to me, honey, don't you listen to what that bastard says. You are plenty good enough for me. I don't want anyone else, you hear me? I only want you. I love you and only you." he whispered before kissing your lips softly. His very words were the thing to stop your crying and a small smile forming on your lips as he kissed you. You slipped your arms around his shoulders and you clung to him tight as you hugged him, sniffling softly. "I love you too.. So much.. I'm sorry." you mumbled.

"What are you sorry for? You did nothing wrong. But I will not have someone manage me who is blatantly disrespectful to the woman I love. I won't have it." he said sternly. You pulled back just a bit from him and nodded your head slowly. He wiped some of your left over tears from your face and some of your makeup that was a little smudged, grabbing a bit of tissue and cleaning your face for you. You smiled a bit. "Don't you worry about a thing, honey." he said softly, throwing the tissue away and then grabbing a hold of your hand as the two of you made your way back out. Your heart was racing not knowing what was about to happen as Austin approached his managed with you rightfully by his side and he didn't waste a second to say something, interrupting the conversation his managed was in the middle of. "Just who do you think you are spewing such hurtful shit to my girlfriend?!" he blurts out. His manager was taken by surprised because Austin never got the way he was in this moment. His manager excusing himself from his conversation. "Just calm down.." he says. "Calm down?! Who are you tell someone that they aren't good enough?!" he yelled. Your eyes widen seeing Austin fly off the handle in such a way, you grasped his arm a bit tighter as you hid your face against his shoulder.

"I was just being honest with her.. She-" Austin cut him off. "Enough! She is the love of my life and you don't dictate who I date. You're fired!" he shouts and he clutched onto your hand tight as he stormed off pulling you along with him, deciding it was time to leave. His manager in complete disarray from what just happened. You look over at Austin as the two of you headed out and his face was painted with anger. "Austin?" you whispered. He glanced over at you and the expression on his face turning to softer one. "Yes, baby?" he replied. "You didn't have to do that for me... But thank you." you said softly. He smiled bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing several small kisses to the back of your hand. "I won't ever let anyone get away with hurting you." he said mumbled. You slipped your arms around his waist and he draped his arm around your shoulder and you held onto him, feeling so protected and loved by him.

**

So cute. 😭😭 The manager was giving colonel vibes, idk. lmaooo

@purejasmine

#austin butler #austin x reader #austin butler x reader #Austin fluff #Austin angst #austin imagine

[kangshxrtie]

ch. 6 ⤍ teamwork

"so kazuha what game did you want to play?" you asked.

"i found this 2 player game yesterday, it looked fun so i really wanted to try it"

"yeah i'm down. just send me the link"

"so i don't know much about this game. i think you just roll around trying to get a carrot?" kazuha said once the game started.

you two rolled around until you made it to the portal and went in, "i got sucked"

"eh?"

"the portal sucked me in"

you both went to the next level still rolling around not knowing any of the other key binds until kazuha randomly jumped.

"how'd you jump?" as you tried to figure it out kazuha jumped over you and you clicked the kick button, kicking her into a hole and making her die.

"y/n!" kazuha exclaimed.

as you two were finally getting the hang of the game a new difficulty came up, spikes. "you'll jump and i'll kick you over it" kazuha devised a plan.

as you two were spinning you accidentally kicked her directly into the spikes.

"i'm so sorry" you apologized while laughing.

once you two made it back to that point you sat as to be a stool and she jumped over you directly into the spikes.

"now that was your fault" you said.

once you got two got over the spikes there was another difficulty, grabbing the carrot.

"grab the carrot and i'll help you when you get to the other side" kazuha jumped on the spring bouncing to the other side.

"you're the npc side character on games that is always there but never helps me kill anybody" you said.

"i am helping. i'm making sure you don't fall onto the spikes" kazuha replied.

you tried to grab the carrot and accidentally touched the spring making you fly up to the other side.

"y/n you forgot the carrot" kazuha laughed.

"you try and grab it. this shits hard"

"it looks easy"

"easy my ass" you mumbled.

as you tried to go back for it you accidentally fell onto the spikes. "ahh shit"

you grabbed the carrot and the spring made you fly up but not much. you made it to where kazuha was waiting and almost fell into the hole. "kazuha! help!" she grabbed onto your character flipping you over.

you two began to flip to the end but before you made it you saw a sign indicating there was a hole coming up, "there's another dead zone" you told kazuha.

"it's probably a trick" she said before going right into it, "ahh!"

"really?" you laughed.

"it really did seem like a prank" kazuha said.

once you got back to that point flipped some more when kazuha accidentally dropped the carrot, "carrot! my baby!"

the both of you were trying to grab the carrot and as your character ended up behind hers you sensed something bad about to happen. "please don't kick me" you said right before it happened.

you flew almost to the beginning as kazuha busted out laughing, "kazuha what the fuck"

she was still laughing as she began to talk, "just get back i have the carrot"

"this is all your fault"

when you made it back you two proceeded to finish the level.

"grab me" kazuha told you.

"yeah i'm doing it, yep grabbing you, i'm gonna grab you" you kept repeating as you failed to do so.

when you finally did you both flew up because you both kicked making enough momentum, "we're literally flying"

"kick! kazuha! kick! kick! kick!" you yelled out as you saw the portal.

"stop kicking! no kick! stop! kazuha!" you yelled as you two flew over to the portal.

"you're throwing for content!" you finally concluded.

"we're not even streaming" she laughed.

"that's why it's even worse, you're just throwing to make us miserable"

kazuha only laughed as you malded, taking the chance while you were down she kicked you in the face multiple times, "how you like that?" even when you flew off the screen she kept going once the round restarted since you weren't moving, "this is payback for earlier"

you stared at the screen in complete disbelief at the japanese woman you met a couple of hours ago.

"if i knew you were like this i would've never called you pretty"

you two played a couple more rounds before stopping to talk about random stuff.

"i didn't even realize it was already 3" you said, "time flew by so fast"

"kazuha i enjoyed tonight with you, we should do it again sometime" you told the japanese girl.

"if you ever feel lonely or just wanna talk" kazuha spoke, "you can call or text me whenever"

"really?"

"yeah even if you just wanna sit in silence, i'll answer" kazuha told you.

"damn you really know how to make my heart beat fast" you chuckled.

"i just want you to be comfortable around me" she said softly.

"kazuha stop i'll actually have a heart attack at this rate" you said as you held your hand over your heart.

she just laughed in response, "please don't die on me. we still have a video to film"

"so you really are all about the content. i'm glad we actually weren't streaming i can't even imagine how hard you would've thrown if we were"

"i actually was trying, there were just some moments where i thought it would be really funny to kick you"

"messed up" you shook your head.

"but the game was fun though. even though i think i lost some years of my life over it"

"i screamed so much tonight, i think my voice will be raspy tomorrow" you said.

"the members kept texting the group chat telling me to shut up while we were playing" kazuha told you.

"that's why i have noise-canceling pads on my walls. nobody can complain" you said.

"oh that could be multi-purposeful" she mumbled.

"heh?" you were caught off guard by what she said.

"nothing. guess i'll see you to film the video in a couple of days. bye y/n!" kazuha quickly said her goodbyes.

"bye bye kazuha" you chuckled as you hung up the call with a smile on your face.

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#nakamura kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader #le sserafim x reader #miyawaki sakura #kim chaewon #ahn yujin #kazuha smau #le sserafim smau #nakamura kazuha smau

[reorientation]

lately all i can think about is being round with somebodies baby in me. i'd be at home, tidying up and resting as my husband worked. he'd come home, and i'd fall into his arms and give him sweet kisses, so grateful that i'm bearing his child.

im not a man, i can't be. im not rough, dominant, or strong. im just a skittish, dainty girl who can barely reach the top of her own cupboards. im way too soft to possibly ever be a man, my supple breasts and hips explain that enough. i wish i had never come out as "a boy". i wish i would be treated as i am, like a princess who just needs a little reminder on what her purpose is...

Little princess, I hope you're proud of yourself for what you've learned - even most normal girls don't come to this level of understanding.

Because yes: you can't be a man. You can't even act like a man. You weren't made to be strong, you were made to be soft: your little, curving body shows you that, and so does your timid, yielding mind. You weren't made to choose; you were made to change.

And you've made some mistakes. Girls often do, when people lie to them about what their roles in the world can be. You've told everyone that you're a boy, and of course you regret that - but you know the way back.

There are so many men who want a girl like you: a soft, sweet wife to bear his children and tend his home. It used to be expected, but now it takes something special - a girl who's really thought about what she wants and learned that she wants to be put in her place. And because of the path you've taken, you are that special girl now.

So there's a place for you. The place you were always meant for. All you need to do is find the right man to help you, and you'll be loved and bred and kept forever.

#kink interactions #ftm misgendering kink #reorientation writing #reor: anon ask #ftm detransition kink #ftm breeding #ftm girl

[willel]

I mean there will be a reason why Joyce ultimately ends up with Lonnie. It could be a poor choice in itself, Lonnie was maybe a 'good person' outside and seemingly was a nice figure and Joyce believed that without realizing Lonnie's true face until it was too late and that they got married and then Jonathan was born... but I just wonder if their problems truly started to appear after the marriage, maybe possibly after Will was born?

Because if Lonnie was such a bad father, why didn't he leave the family right after Jonathan was born? Why did he only ever leave after Will's birth and after just deciding that there was no 'hope' for Will? We also have to realize that Lonnie actually tried to get Jonathan on his side in S1 when he said Jonathan should just leave the town.

Do not get me wrong I am not saying Lonnie wasn't a bad person. I am just saying it is rather *interesting* that he left only after Will was born but not after Jonathan was born. I mean, he clearly was staying in the family for years, but then he left after Will's birth. Maybe he believed Will had no hope to become 'normal' while he saw Jonathan as more of a valuable child.

Jonathan once said, "I don't think my parents ever loved each other" or something like that. I think that still rings true. Listen. My parents aren't AS BAD as Lonnie and Joyce (my dad was an absent father but he still isn't at Lonnie level scum and my mom is not is not the affectionate type like Joyce), but... let's just say, I understand why I was born. I was an oopsie. But my little brother???? I don't know how the hell HE was born. It's a goddamn mystery let me tell you.

Sometimes despite how incompatible two people are, they just.... end up together for a bit and create families. I'm always like "If the relationship was so bad leading up to me and everything after... WHY then, does my little brother exist? Ya'll are stupid." (yes, I call my parents stupid. They accept this.)

Until the news about the play came, I think most of us assumed Lonnie and Joyce stuck together because Lonnie baby trapped Joyce or something with Jonathan. That may still be true, but the timelines don't really add up.

Maybe it's the case that much like in season 1, Lonnie continuously pretended he's "changed" before inevitably screwing up and showing his true colors?

Maybe for years Joyce and Lonnie were on and off. I imagine since Joyce and Hopper weren't on speaking terms, maybe Lonnie did something to ruin their relationship at some point during all this.

Jonathan is born because again, Lonnie pretended to "turn a new leaf" and made his way back into Joyce's life. It immediately took a downturn I assumed. But once again, maybe he convinced Joyce he would be better and they had a second child to "fix it". But it only got worse?

I know you're like "No way Joyce is this gullible to fall for it over and over again". It's possible she did. Not because she's stupid, but I imagine her mental, emotional and financial health was not good for a long time. Here's some fun facts.

In the US, women weren't allowed to own their own bank accounts until the 1960's. That means most women relied on their fathers or husbands for finances.

It isn't until 1974 that women were allowed to have their own debit/credit cards without their husbands signing off on it. Literally.

You can see in a situation like that how throughout most of their relationship, Joyce would've been depending on Lonnie because of finances. And how with all this power over finances, Lonnie screwed his own family over with his debt and overspending.

Saying all that, I think we can say Joyce kept Lonnie around because:

She was dependent on him emotionally for a while even though he was the one making her mental health worse

She was dependent on him for finances even though he probably spent all their money and put them in debt

At one point, she probably didn't want to become a social pariah since being a single mother divorcing your husband was looked down upon

She somewhat wanted the kids to have a father even though he sucked ass (Lonnie left when Will 4-8 years old depending on the source you read)

I'd also like to say, I don't think Lonnie just left. I think over the years, Joyce has dumped Lonnie, kicked him out, and then took back on repeat.

I make this assumption based on season 1. He seems super bitter towards Joyce. When he finally comes back to town, he's once again playing up his "I'm better now" act to Joyce and Jonathan.

When Joyce discovers he's just there for the money, her reaction gives me the impression that he might've done something similar in the past. Weasel his way back into her life because of money.

She says, "I can't believe I feel for this!"

Then Lonnie goes into a spiel about how much she NEEDS him and she can't do anything right without him there.

Joyce has to threaten him to get him out of her house. Apparently he was at her door for hours, demanding to let him back in and take him back. She goes to the door with a hammer to threaten him some more.

All of this gives me the impression that it wasn't as simple as "Lonnie left". I think Joyce dumped his ass for the final time and he was forced to leave. Through his bitterness of getting dumped and removed from the home, he willingly became an absentee father and did nothing to support his family. No doubt over the years he's been waiting for a crisis to hit them which would give him an opportunity to enter their lives once more.

#stranger things #joyce maldonado #joyce byers #will byers #jonathan byers #lonnie byers

[elvispresleywife]

Oh my love, my darling....(46 years ago on this very day)

My dear, darling, Elvis. Oh where to begin, your the light of my life, the love of my heart and soul. There will never be another. You will have been gone 46 years today. I can't explain the utter sadness and pain I feel at this. I'm no poet, and I don't intend to make this beautiful or poetic, this is just my thoughts and feelings so you know how I feel.

Elvis, my darling I have loved you for so long now, it feels like I've known you forever, I know I will never get that chance to love you, to be with you, to laugh with you and share the moments both good and bad with you. But not a day goes by where I don't think of you. Your Always on my Mind. Honey I miss you so much, some people think I'm weird, other's think it's sad and pathetic that I love a man this much. I can't help the way I feel when it comes to you.

You have helped me through more than you know, you make me feel alive and safe. Your the only singer in my lifetime I've listened to interviews and watched movies/TV specials, of when I feel like I need someone. Someone who will give me extra comfort (Except Jesus). You give me confidence to be who I want to be, and baby let me tell you I miss you with all my heart.

I know we never met but in another time period I'm sure we have. I'm sure we were together, which is why I feel so strongly about you now. I just know we would have gotten along well. We are both deep thinkers, have an odd sense of humor, but always put other's first, we have an undeniable faith in Jesus which I believe we could connect on, on so many levels. I believe we would have been so well suited.

I feel I know you so well, like I know your likes and dislikes, I know how you work, how your brain works. Your thought processes and your trigger points. Elvis we've both been through so much in life, and it hasn't always treated us the kindest but....for me considering you never knew I existed, I find that you help to fill something inside of me I didn't know was there. You've helped me to discover a part of me I didn't realize was there.

Anyone who knows me well enough knows only a bit of the love I have for you. They don't know the thoughts I have, or the fact that some nights I ball my eyes out over you. How I miss you and never knew you, how I wish I did. How much I love you with all my heart. The way you make me feel is unlike no other. I am officially ruined for any other man that may come into my life.

I have dreaded this day for a long time now, last year was hard but since I have come to know you more intimately this year through what I'm sure would have taken other people decades to find out, my heart aches for you. I want you, I need you, I love you baby. More than any words could ever have the capacity to express. I want to be there for you, to help you, to hold you when you cry, to love you, to laugh with you at all your silly little jokes (including the inappropriate ones), to be that listening ear, to give you the pearls of wisdom you ask for or simply just to be there while you rant and yell.

I've often wandered what would/could have happened had I lived in that time and gotten to know you, whether that be as a friend or a significant other. Would I have made a change to the life you ended up having? I know others tried to help you but....I don't want this to sound selfish at all because that's not my intention but...could I have been the one to persuade you that drugs weren't the way to go? We'll never know.

I genuinely feel I know you so well no matter how crazy and psychotic that may sound. My darling Elvis you mean so much to me and no one will ever be able to understand that. No one. You just mean the world to me. I blame the Colonel for a lot of things when it comes to you, but it's not about that. Today is about celebrating your memory, your generosity, but above all your dedication and willingness to give your all to your fans every single time.

You loved your fans like they were your family, one time a guy came and pulled your jacket off you while you were walking down the street and you just turned around unfazed and yelled "You can have that, you put it on my back!" that's just the kind of person you were. Generous beyond measure.

You had your flaws but you were human. Everyone does. Everyone sins, and no one is perfect. I love you my darling and while I could go on forever and ever about how much you mean to me, and the way you make me feel I better stop here because I don't want to put anyone including you to sleep so, one last time...

My darling I love you so much, you mean everything to me, and I'm so grateful and thankful to have you apart of my life. Even if I have to imagine what you'd say to me when I'm ranting about something to you, or when I'm excited talking to your pictures on my walls or crying in the books I have about you, or even as simple as listening to your records especially the later ones and crying. The early ones I smile and feel happy and excited, 60s make me happy and sad because I know how unhappy you were in most of them, early 70s-75 you seemed happier and then the later years hit.

Now I'm not saying it was bad at all, because your voice never failed you. I love the story about the fact that on your last concert on June 26th 1977 you prayed to God asking him to give you the performance of a life time, and to feed his power through you, and guess what baby...it did. Even 46 years later it is considered as one of your best performances ever. You did it baby! You went through a lot in life with love, pills, grief, but baby you stayed strong throughout it all...God just realized how tired you were and brought you up to him so you could receive the peace and rest you so desperately needed. He saw your pain, your unhappiness, the weight of the world on your shoulders and he knew it was time for you to rest.

So baby I'll stop rambling but I can't wait to see you in Heaven, to meet you, to dance with you, to talk to you, to have a good time in general. Know you always have my love. Forever and Always.

I love you baby with all my heart. Always have always will.

Thankyou....just for being you. Your light will never dim.

TCB baby...."TCB in a flash"

Love you baby.

Yours forever,

Your darling.

#elvis presley #elvis #love #my baby #presley #handsome man #e.p #love him #love you baby #i love him #Thankyou #My only man #I love you #Your light will shine on forever #I pray your at full peace now #Even 46 years later.

[mourningmogaicrew]

hi!!! I saw u mention agabpunk before? is there anymore info u have to elaborate on it? would it include being an agab but choosing to identify as a different agab (not just gender but AGAB bc u reject the one u had) or wanting to not have an agab or have it revealed to people? Honestly interests me so much I have a lot of feelings on it and would love to see more terms related to these concepts .. bc I want to id as a different agab and also agables and don’t want people to know or assume mine at all

OHnim sorry for asking I didn’t realize asks were closed I wasn’t trying to request anything btw

Even though coining requests are closed it's still okay to request information about something!

AGABpunk is a label I made up a couple months ago to match other labels like dyspunk or amatopunk. Basically going against social norms and radically accepting things.

It was just one word idea I came up with (along with AGABqueer, AntiGAB, AGABf*ck, etc) to describe people who reject being defined by something they were labeled as decades ago.

I've had a couple people say neoassignments/AGAB-rejecting terms could fit under AGAB non-conforming, and that's true! But I wanted a more specific term to describe the movement in general. The original ask (here) was less "I don't conform to the AMAB/AFAB binary" and more "I am intentionally going against that binary, I don't like the normalization of that binary, etc".

It's kind of like the difference between gender non-conforming and terms like genderpunk, genderf*ck, or gender piracy. They're much more active (loud? rebellious? queer, even? I don't know a good word for it).

People have been playing around with this concept for a very long time, with jokes and sayings like: "I was assigned trans at birth" "not amab or afab but a secret, new third thing" (slur warning ->) "I'm actually afag" "not amab/afab, I'm aPerson" "I wasn't amab or afab, I was a baby". I have heard all of those and more and figured that making neo terms was just the next level of that.

And here are some terms that you may be interested in anon:

-AGABless: not identifying with an AGAB.

-A?AB: viewing your AGAB as irrelevant, or not wanting to tell it to others.

-SAGAB: self-assigning your sex/gender.

-AXEAB: assigned xenogender at birth. The link goes to the archived assigned kenochoric at birth (AKAB) coining but if you scroll down you'll see AXEAB too.

Plus some terms I've made up:

-A_AB: assigned nothing at birth. When you think that you weren't really assigned a gender/sex at birth, you were just a baby that the doctor looked at and wrote things down for. After all, things like recorded weight (and name, if you're trans) also become practically irrelevant as you develop into a person.

-A[]AB (or A⬛︎AB): AGAB-redacted. Refusing to tell people who don't need to know your AGAB, and feeling like it's an invasive question. This especially goes for nonbinary people who are constantly being asked "but which one were you born as?".

-ÆAB: assigned gender/neogender/xenogender at birth. For anyone with a weird gender, or multiple of them, who wants to say that they've always been that gender in a nontraditional way. Kind of like MtM/FtF for binary trans people. The name has the "e" from gender and I combined it with the A. AAAB and AKAB can potentially fall under this.

-AGABvoid: kind of like AGABless and inspired by gendervoid. Why won't you tell people your AGAB? Why don't you have a connection to it? Because it's missing, that's why! You've somehow lost it. (This was written in a very joke-y way but feel free to actually use this term)

It could also be possible I guess to identify with multiple, conflicting, or all AGABs (panAGAB???). For example I know some intersex people will call themself both AMAB and AFAB but perisex people can also do that.

#kind of a long post. oops #mourn says stuff #ask #agabpunk #agab non conforming #assigned nothing at birth #agab redacted #agabvoid #agabless #a?ab #aeab #æab #neoassignment #assigned xenogender at birth #assigned neogender at birth #assigned kenochoric at birth #mogai #mogai coining #f slur tw

[kichimiangra]

...Well now I gave to ask about Shalconimon. Tell me more?

Shalconimon was my childhood fan digimon. I had been a digimon fan since about when the toy town episode first aired in the usa and that was only because despite seeing the ad for "the show that is like Pokemon but they're DIGITAL MONSTER" I couldn't remember what channel it was suppossed to be airing on so I missed a good chunk of the initial airings of the first arc. I had immediately fell in love with the franchise and wondered "If I had a digimon, what one would it be?"

I didn't have internet at the time, but my grandparents did and I would try to find pictures of what other digimon existed that maybe weren't in the show when I would visit them, or if a classmate had the old cardgame I would ask if I could look at their cards so I could just know what digimon existed to be options for!

I was (and am) an indecisive child tho so I never could just point at one and say "Obviously THAT would be my digimon!' Unlike say, my older sister who took one look at he Pink Gabumon running around Gear Savanah in Digimon World and said "ah yes. Psychemon. There is my partner." (Though in modern times she's a big fan of Labramon)

It wasn't until the day that the finale to Adventure 02 aired, and right after it ended the trailer for Tamers aired; "I used to watch show show... I used to play the cardgame... I even made up my very own digimon! But now.... everything is real." (don't remember if that's how the trailer went) Just with the line " I made up my very own digimon, my dumb ass was like "Wait.... I can make up original fancharacters for things?????" And with that I went to work desigining my very own digimon!

I have always been a huge fan of dinosaurs and I always thought the dinosaur digimon where some of the coolest! The Triceratops were always my favorite (Though I like a LOT of dinos) and although Monochromon and Triceramon already existed I wanted my own Triceratops in my favorite color! (HOW DARE GAMMAMON bE like FIVE CERATOPSIANS IN A TRENCH COAT!!!!) I remember as a kid I could only draw him from the side as ya do, but no art from that era remains.

I remember me and my sister writing our own digital world adventures with our made up digimon and I can't remember really what they were about, but I think Shalconimon was intended to be... kinda an asshole? Like imagine instead of the usual Digimon/Tamer partnership where they almost immediately get along you had more like something from early Medabots where Ikki and Medabee were at each other's throats, or what if Hiro from Ghost Game had gotten Espimon as his partner from the start instead of Gammamon and Espimon just didn't like to listen? At the time with only Adventure and 02 out, and Tamers only having barely started airing the idea of that kind of partnership seemed novel and unique, and maybe inside my baby author brain, just maybe the idea of "Starting off on the wrong foot and having room to grow" sounded narratively satisfying?

About half a decade ago when I revisted him I redesigned him a bit. He was a little over designed from the beginning and decided to upgrade Shalconimon to a Champion Level digimon. Shalconimon was originally the rookie form. I don't remember giving him a Baby I, Champion, or Ultimate but he did have a stupidly conceived Mega that I now call PajamaAngemon because that is exactly what he looked like. Angemon in Pajamas... god why did I give him an angemon form that was so stupid? Anyway after his level promotion he ended up getting a new rookie who... doesn't have a 'mon' name? I just call it the Protocerakeet, because it looks like a fusion of a protoceratops and a Parakeet.

Somewhere in the mid 2010's, I think it was around 2014 or 2015, I had been feeling bummed at the lack of digimon world vpet rpg style games to scratch a digimon world itch, considering World for the ps1 was getting on 15-20 years old and the newest game in that style was Re:Digitize that STILL to this day doesn't have an official English release. I didn't know Next 0rder was in the works, so it just felt like Vpet Rpgs were just... not being made and if they were not being ported over. There had been a rise in games in the indie scene creating spiritual successors to games that the dev had loved growing up but the mainstream and AAA scenes just don't develope anymore and so I had started thinking up two potential game ideas that where intended to have that vpet rpg feel. One was about Cryptids, but it evolved into something less vpet rpg-ish and into a more LoZMajora's Mask/ Stardew Valley calendar based resource time management game. The other was about some kids finding themselves isekai'd to NOT!File Island to help NOT!Jijimon return NOT!Digimon back to NOT!File City while stopping one of the only other humans on the island, NOT!Analogman. So the second one was more of a scratch the serial numbers off Digimon world Clone, replacing Digital Monsters with Monster's based on Extinct Species. The Protocerakeet lives there as that idea's mascot/NOT!Agumon.

[fagexe]

my doc upped my adhd meds and my brain is rattling and nobody is home for me to talk to… so, here you go, it’s me! a machine of consciousness!

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Every once in a while i consider getting off tumblr, but then i remember that this is my main(only) source of people who care about mcr as much as i do. Don't get me wrong, i have friends who are always excited to hear me talk about whatever the fuck is going on with those freaks and i love them for it, but they don't really have a lot of opinions or things to say. They like to hear about it because they care about me and want to hear about the things that i care about, which is fucking wonderful! But, at a certain point i feel like a physicist talking to a first grader. They retain most of the information i give them and some of them listened to my chem growing up. But the ones that did were never like seriously into them. They know the hits or maybe had a bp cd in hs but that's it. Aka they weren't/aren't in the spaces and don't really have the full context and overflowing number of opinions that comes from being here for years and years and years. So.... i don't really know anybody irl who was and still is in the fandom. I had friends in “high school” that were into them at the same level i was at that point, but a lot of us have drifted apart or they've drifted away from mcr (i use quotation marks cuz i'm referring to the age range not actually going to high school ((since i didn't do that;) )). I think the third or fourth to last time i saw the person I talked about MCR the most with in hs was at a celebration show that absolutely rocked my world, but that was like 2014 or something idk. I still have that one on instagram:0 they're a dj now! it's so wonderful to see them finding success at something they were wanting to do back then. But like we don't really talk(meaning we don't talk). I want people to go off with irl so badly. dykegerard and amanda are the luckiest fucking duckies, also fievel is the cutest little baby!!!:) (ps i miss living with a dog so bad) (pps yes i know dykegerard has a real name but that's their name in my head) i want to marry somebody who cares about mcr as much as i do<3 it's nowhere near the top of what would be important for me to marry someone, but it would be cute.

Oh dear lord, okay, i went off for a second, give me a minute

Ok, my other thought was -> Yeah, i think i would miss having that (mcr besties) but like i only actually talk to a few people on here and if i wanted to i could talk to them somewhere else. But I like doing silly little zines!! And this is my main(only((unless one of my irl friends is doing one. But those zines are never fanzines, they are usually poetry or political, which I love, but it's definitely a different vibe )) source of knowing when those are happening and knowing when their apps are happening. I know a lot of them are promoted on twitter in addition to here. But! I absolutely refuse to go on twitter in any sort of real and sustained way. Yes, i have a twitter. Yes, i go on there occasionally. But no, i will not be replacing tumblr with twitter, doing that would keep all of the things i dislike about tumblr and the way i interact with it and get rid of most of the things i like about tumblr. Also as far as i can tell mcr twitter is absolutely fucking wild, and not in the way i want it to be.

Speaking of zines :) I've been looking through all of the final submissions for the swarm zine and everyone's work is so absolutely amazing, i'm so excited for it to come out. I'm also just generally like pretty proud of the piece I have in there:) Since going back to school for art stuff everything's gotten to feel much more serious, which isn't necessarily bad. I am genuinely very serious and care a lot about the work I make. But also like having a fun low stakes artistic outlet has been absolutely amazing :) Plus since the thing I work on at school is film/video/installation, working in a format that's not even kind of related to that is really wonderful:)) anyway, FFUCKING GET HYPE FOR SWARM TO COME OUT!! (Having all of that capitalized feels really aggressive and I don't like it but I wasn't sure which part to capitalize so I left it all capitalized. I thought about just having “fucking get hype” capitalized but then it seems weird to go from “high energy” to “low energy”:/, maybe just hype capitalized idk whatever.)

Ok i’m going to go see the regrettes at wickerfest see you later bye-bye <33

#wowwow ok that was a lot #you must felix your heart

[2x4plank]

Procrastinating on work, so I'm going to waste my time talking about the first horror game I ever played, Luigi's Mansion (2001).

I am not old enough to have been around when Resident Evil was just coming out, nor was I old enough to get my mom to buy them for me--but this was a "Mario" game, so of course I could play it before I hit the double digits.

It was amazing. First of all, I've always been a Luigi over Mario kind of person, so I was really excited to have a game that was just about him. Second of all, I loved boos. I had a birthday cake with a boo on it, but loved boos so much, that I wouldn't allow other kids to eat him. We just cut around it and kept boo in the freezer. So this game was perfect for me.

Anyway, Luigi's Mansion was right on my level. The game is pretty dialogue heavy for a Mario game, but this allows you to get a feel for Luigi's thoughts and the many unique ghost personalities you'll come across.

There were puzzles, but they weren't that hard. They often relied on the player being observant, checking their environment and seeing what stood out. This brings me to my next point: Gameboy Horror examination is one of my favorite aspects of the game. Not only do you learn about your surroundings, but you get to see Luigi's opinions on ghost fashion and the upkeep of the mansion.

As for the horror element, I would say the graphics and sound design make it the scariest of the three Luigi's Mansion games. The baby (Chauncey, I think?) screaming and the butler (Shivers?) were especially unsettling to me as a child. I also hated those screaming ghosts who would strangle Luigi from behind. Regarding the sound design, the noise of the ghosts appearing was pretty eerie as well. It was enough to dissuade me from playing at night, but not enough to give me nightmares.

There's enough intrigue to keep kids invested, but it isn't overly complicated (like the lore of a certain other horror franchise). Generally, if you go looking for an answer in Luigi's Mansion, you will find it.

The ending is quite sweet as well, and it's nice to see just how much Luigi values his brother and the lengths he's willing to go to in order to save him.

All the boos also have names that are puns, which is pretty cool.

So I would say it's a pretty solid game! The only complaint I have is that fatphobic joke when you pull the curtain back on the showering ghost. I didn't get it when I was a kid, but didn't like it then either. My initial reasoning was just, "I don't want to expose someone in the shower." But now I realize the joke was that she looked slim behind the curtain but fat when you pull it back, and that takes away from my enjoyment a bit.

Without this game, I probably wouldn't have the appreciation for horror I have now. It set me up for the inspection-then-action horror I would get into as I grew older.

Luigi's Mansion was a great example of horror for kids, but it makes me doubly disappointed at the horror for kids nowadays. The indie mascot horror boom is crazy, and it gets tiring seeing Jermie's Kindergarten Haunts or whatever junk people can crank out overnight explode on YouTube because kids will eat it up.

And understanding the indie scene's mutable, I don't doubt that things will change soon. There are many cool indie horror games out, and some yet to come. This is just a rather unfortunate phase, and it's more a problem with horror capitalizing on kids than anything else.

#this has gone on long enough #2x4plank essay post #luigis mansion #tw fatphobia #tw mascot horror ment

[aidansplaguewind]

I’m now agreeing with your point about Amanda. The scene between her and jimmy where she throws it in his face that she slept w his brother is just 😬. Like girl that is not the flex you think it is. Also Frank has an “ulcer.”Hopefully it’s nothing more than that but maybe that’s where they’re headed. What if he gets like cancer and sacrifices himself or something idk. Also waiting for the fucked up reveal that Mikey is Birdy’s incestuous son.

Yeah I've never liked how she treats Jimmy. I didn't like how she stepped on Frank's toes from the get-go cuz well, Aidan is my baby so I always back his characters. But it was more than just that with her.

I am by no means a woman who feels like a man should "wear the pants" in the family and that women shouldn't be opinionated or can't lead, but she just completely disregards his feelings altogether. And he's right, she does make decisions without asking him. I don't care if you're man or woman, if you're in a committed adult relationship, you consult your partner on most things, but especially the big things.

In the first season she had the audacity to want Michael to speak at Jamie's funeral but didn't seem interested at all in Jimmy speaking. Jimmy was the one who raised him. To Jamie, Jimmy was his father. That was so fucked up. I feel like she does rub her affair with Michael in Jimmy's face. Unfortunately I feel like Jimmy is about to make some bad choices just to level the playing field with Amanda, which I think is so fucking stupid for the writers to do. She's in the wrong but I have a feeling they're going to make him do something stupid so she comes out looking good.

Oh, and Frank's "ulcer"...yeah I still feel like they're setting up his death. Which, wtf, why bring him back just to kill him? Makes no damn sense. But right now his character is so irrelevant. He has no say anymore. He's living like a slob, going down hill mentally. I feel like that scene in tonight's episode was foreshadowing his death. And how his little body guard dude got onto him about saying he wished the bullet had hit Bren. He was like, "Don't ever say that out loud again Frank." It's possible they're telling us Bren's going to kill or have Frank killed. To be honest, if it weren't for Aidan I wouldn't even watch this show. It had potential but there's some major shit writing going on. They give us Frank, fake kill Frank, and I have a feeling they're going to kill him off for real without us ever getting to know Frank. It's such bullshit.

[spacehorrors]

first half of season two tma review!!

attached my last reviews here and here. I do them every twenty episodes!

wow ok lots happening! ofc I'm enjoying it greatly and things are really coming together...let's get to it!

top five episodes

E47: The New Door - I felt very pandered to and loved every second of this episode especially the very end. Reminded me very much of House of Leaves and I loved that she did not survive it and that it parallels Jon in the tunnels too. What can I say I'm a sucker for a wrong house.

E57: Personal Space - COSMIC HORROR BABY!! I was overjoyed I heard astronaut and was immediately excited for the potential. It was so well done it was the perfect balance between the reality of the effects of isolation on humans and the unreality of horror. The deserted earth.... ough it was hit after hit with description.

E45: Blood Bag - blood :) um yeah <3 talking about bugs a bit later in the review but the fake blood plus the corrupted blood is very good 10/10 love corruption in horror. it was just unnerving!

E51: High Pressure - excellence I loved the shipwreck and the sense of crushing emptiness was similar to Personal Space which was cool like deep space versus deep ocean is always an ace concept. I think it also worked well because of the idea there's something already here on this planet that's alien to us and is lurking in the shadows waiting is always good.

E42: Grifter's Bone - this was so interesting I was torn between this and Still Life but I think just the concept of this one was really new and interesting! Really brings ear bleeding music to a new level and I love thinking about the role of music in horror!

plot threads (have not included everything because that would take forever but these are the ones I am very interested in)

Fairchild Family - I am convinced they're like this supernatural family or group with their fingers in a bunch of pies and like messing up humans. This name keeps coming up so I'm assuming they're not human and that they're malevolent.

Montork - I am fascinated by this guy we've had two episodes on him now.... I think he killed all those people either as a sacrifice to keep someone at bay or because they weren't human.

Hill Top Road - FUCKED UP HOUSE! so we've had lots of spider imagery so fair in this 20 episodes and ik we had that arachnophobia one early on. Clearly some fucked up spiders wandering around. I love the imagery. Love love love.

That architect - I cannot remember his name and I'm not trawling through episodes but he seems to be at the heart of weird haunted buildings and their designs. Perhaps he's trying to make like hotspots for supernatural creepy things? Or maybe they have an impact on humans? Fascinating!

Circus - I am a little freaked out by clowns so circus stuff is always fun. We've had two episodes about this messed up circus and it seems they cause carnage.

Michael - HE WAS SO SCARY. so scary. his line about the house and the stomach was just scary. Great guy, very creepy.

These messed up books. They've got to be mentioned. I could make hundreds of guesses on what they do but I'm assuming it's to harness to ghoulish.

Last one but we've had multiple episodes which have places as sites of trouble rather than people in place so my guess there are areas that are wrong and wicked etc like Genoa Italy,

recurring imagery

EYES. it's driving me up the wall a little but eyes and stares seem to be everywhere. they are clearly being watched.

there is clearly something very wrong with the archives. um. do I need to elaborate? messed up place but I'm loving it.

Bugs. So Pest Control was the big one for this but then there was Blood Bag. I suppose this plays off the write about people's existing phobias but I like the idea there's something wrong happening and that the indicator is these bugs.

Sickness and disease. I talked about rot last time but I think these 20 episodes have had lots of just humans gripped by illness and that sort of horror.

THAT TABLE. ough. that's a messed up table alright that clearly has a bad effect on people.

my predictions

I mean I think Jon is going to be removed from his position as head archivist for a bit because he's going to go too far again but Elias (who I'm 100% is the traitor btw) will remove him.

Michael will turn against them properly and will turn the archives into a maze. They will take sanctuary in those awful tunnels and things will go awfully.

Whatever has happened to Sasha happened to Graham? People being replaced by something that is not them but nobody noticing seems scary and will probably come up soon.

Children of the night/lightless flame is all some big organisation serving the Big Scary Unknown Villain. I have a feeling sacrifice is a big thing for them which worries me for future episodes.

ok that's it wooo! feel free to send me asks I have many thoughts about this.

#tma review #do u guys understand why this took so long lmfao #ok to rb btw but i would prefer only if we are mutuals only because i do not want to be spoiled

[realhankmccoy]

Q: So now that you figured out the Trump 5 are conservative, what's their future?

A: Increasingly conservative in all the clockwork, tiresome, stupid ways that come straight out of Sean Hannity's brain or whatever. I imagine Brocuck and Babycuck eventually joining Dadcuck and Brucecuck on 'vaccines is killing you' and 'climate change is just someting they made up so they can take control of you' and 'blacks spend too much women on shoes' and 'women are the real abusers and are turning young boys into gays and trans' (my dad likes to argue that my mother turned me gay, Bruce likes to post a video a of big fat mask-wearing women angrily destroying some rebellious young redneck in the classroom).

All of them have quite a bit of room to run still as they cuck themselves to the patriarchy and its lies. Consider it this way -- Babydad and Babycuck still think they're mostly Democrats, and Brocuck still thinks he's a purple pill, and Brucecuck still thinks the reason he's a wimp who can't workout is because of the Democrats

These people are all myriad forms of stupid, I mean so much stupidity going on because when you're deeply a cuck and unable to accept

PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY

for anything at all in life, there's a huge amount of blaming and they start by blaming gays, blacks and women for why

THE WONDERBREAD DiD NOT RISE PROPERLY

they have no clue why they're the smooshed Wonderbread on the shelf like everyone else is what I'm saying.

so yes, in their cucked brains

there's a huge amount of room left to run

they think of themselves as basically martyrs, saints, incredibly generous people because they see themselves as like still 50% Democrat and they think this is 50% levels of impurity in the flawless Wonderbread they're supposed to be if they weren't sacrificing all the time

meanwhile they never actually sacrifice shit, they're total takers and just every moment of their day is them deluding themselves into thinking they're taking action, they're giving, they have talent in the things they do

you know? that's what fundamentally lying to yourself about how everything you do is superior gets ya

just being a weaker than shit baby who's producing very inferior YouTube videos and very inferior erotica and very inferior social commentary and very inferior parenting etc. etc. etc.

Fundamentally, they seek the polar opposite of the truth and their bias and shallow baby selfishness always ensures they find the lie.

There's a lot of lies left to find as they continue to bungle.

These are TYPICAL American assholes and will continue to follow the typical pattern of aging and decay into self-induglent babyhood and stupidity

this means like the Typical

they are more conservative today than they were 5 years ago

and they will be more conservative 5 years ago than they are today

they will always be stupider 5 years from now than they are today even if Baby manages to pronounce Capitalisism without tripping over his words, even if Baby adds Red Osier Dogwood to his repertoire

fundamentally, they'll be more in the grips of the forces that cucked them and more roooted to the spot it doesn't take a Cassandra to see that these cucks are on a track of somebody else's design And will usefully idiotize themselves right on schedule

most of the ride will sound like this:

WAAAAH! WAAAAH! BLACKS WOMEN MEXICANS AND GAYS!!!! WAAAAAH!

now, some conservatives get hung up on just one or two of the bunch -- this is how they lie to themselves and think they're doing serious social commentary

usually, they get hung up on WOMEN AND GAYS WAAAAH!!!! WAAAAAH!!!

because their prejudice and wealth is such that their solution to Mexicans and Blacks is

MOVE AWAY FROM EM AND REFUSE TO ACKNOWLEDGE THEY EXIST AND WHEN YOU DO ACNKOWLEDGE IT, ACT LIKE THERE'S JUST SO GODDAMN MANY OF THEM THESE DAYS THAT YOU WOULD BE SHOCKED IF YOU SAW IT FOR YOURSELF HANK

anyhow truly what a bunch of scumbags Babycuck, Brocuck, Brucecuck, and Dadcuck were in the most typically cucked American ways

and absolutely my life is more vibrant and rational without a bunch of idiots never figuring out what a man is and endlessly shitting their pants and being driven around by their anxities 'evils' of Blacks, Mexicans, Women and Gays

and then they wonder why i find them so physically repulsive? Because the soul takes a toll on how others see you physically and besides, even in the way they take photos of themselves, you can see how dull and dead they are. it's not like 'oh here's a person who is comfortable and capable with a range of human expression for the benefit of others'

it's always this constipated desire of the Wonderbread bag to try to look best on the shelf

and when they all do that and they can't even get the Duchenne smile, i mean part of you does feel sorry for children being so goddamn incompetent and formulaic

well, enough about conventional people who cucked their whole lives away and will continue to do so

one is always better off pondering somebody who's about the polar opposite of those cucks, somebody they seemingly have nothing in common with -- somebody with a loose spirit like Oscar Wilde or Isadora Duncan.

what these cucks have is a tight, hidebound, Nietzsche-trying-to-shit-out-a-turd spirit -- always such a constipation to conservative lifestyles, because they don't even drink enough water and get enough walking in to shit properly

hard supermarket pebbles

i mean one could say that the motormouth style of Trump, Carlson, Hannity is diarrhea but sometimes in sicknesses constipation alternates with diarrhea so it's a constipated, closed mind that becomes an endless flow of shitbag ideological, predictable slurry.

Dadcuck, Babycuck, Brucecuck, and Brocuck are nothing if not completely predictable. Never have I made a mistake in how simple and predictable they are... they're just so unimaginative as people that they can't come up with anything and the least predictable moments are the ones where they try to copy me, I guess

but that's still predictable because obviously i came up with it first it's like when you play chess against somebody and they don't know what to do so they're copying your moves you're never like OOH THEY KNOW WHAT THEY'RE DOING

and when you play those games it's a waste of your time because it starts to rub off on you, their incompetence as a player and you feel like you're just in the kiddie pool of suburbia playing a chess game with whatever random know-nothing

predictable people with no innovation can't bring anything into the world they can only replicate the world as is

they can only replicate the world Trump wants to see replicated

and i find that really, really tiresome but also worthy of shutting down and disrupting just like anybody who's a dietician can say there's a better way than just eating Wonderbread all the time

honestly, i'd respect em more if they wore a literal MAGA hat rather than yearing for the power of MAGA just like the dupes in erotic stories i'd write

because at least wearing a literal MAGA hat would take more balls and generate more self-awareness in them and i really mean that -- they're that stupid that they truly don't see how they're lying to themselves and pursing a path of dishonesty

they can't wear the hat though because they're convinced themselves that they're genius social analysts with an independent, objective spirit -- which is especially absurd coming from these 4, like when your dopy kid brother or some spoiled guy who went to Christian school or somebody living with their parents thinks suddenly

IM A SOCIAL SCIENTIST MOMMY I CANT EVEN STAND ON MY OWN TWO LEGS OR KNOW HUMAN BEINGS ARE OUTSIDE THE HOUSE BUT I KNOW HOW ALL 8 BILLION PEOPLE ON EARTH SHOULD 'FIX' THINGS ITS REALLY QUITE SIMPLE ITS REALLY MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN ITS REALLY WHAT TRUMP IS SAYING ABOUT TRADITION ABOUT THE WAY THINGS WERE BEFORE CROOKED HILLARY

these people just have no clue what's going on with humanity all they know is the dehumanising mind of the hidebound cuck they're the stick in the mud that gets dragged and they think you're mean for doing it not realising that you're prefer they at least picked up the pace even if you understand they're far too dumb and lazy and blind to ever be an equal on matters of generosity, intellect, storytelling, physical fitness, responsibility, innovation, independence, countercultural activity, dancing, progressive activity, understanding of antiquity, museumgoing, athleticism, experiencing the world, writing love letters, basically everything and what have you

in their Ralph Wiggum voice, you do have a lot of sort of feeling sorry for them in your heart which does make me vulnerable to thinking these idiots are human beings just in need of a little help I mean Ralph Wiggum is human

it does frustate me sometimes that so much wasted Wonderbread doesn't seem to be good at anything

but would i want them to be good at anything? it's probably better that these people lack talents because if they had talents and spewed their stupidity on how the world should be, that would just further reduce the talent and motivation levels of everybody who gets exposed to their shit

i guess one of em has a talent right a true talent he's ONE OF THE BEST AT KILLING A BIG DEER enough to make into a number of newspapers yeah kids, did you realise i'm related to a reclusive celebrity? it's a capitalistic trade secret how he shot that big one dead biggest in 20 years

#dadcuck #babycuck #brucecuck #brocuck #ralph wiggum #ralph wiggums

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #188

Have you ever wished you had been born the opposite sex? No. Gender/sex has never been a thing I feel some sort of attachment towards, like it plays absolutely zero role in my view of myself and my level of comfort as this human being that I am. I'm honestly really grateful for that since trans people regularly go through fucking hell by people whose lives are entirely unaffected by how they choose to identify and live.

Have you ever been insulted or called names by a significant other? Not while we dated/knew each other.

Do you drink more frequently than once a week? I don't even drink once a month. It's normally only celebratory, and even then I drink very little and with a puny alcohol concentration because I hate the taste of alcohol.

Do you have any step-grandparents? Yeah, but I don't consider him my grandfather. He and my maternal grandmother weren't married long before she died, and he's just... not family to me. I don't dislike him, he's just not someone I consider real family. He just married the grandmother that I despised.

Have you ever been to a same-sex wedding? I haven't yet.

Have you ever attempted to pick a lock? Did you succeed? No.

Do you like sour candy? Yes, I love it.

Where would you like to go on your honeymoon? Probably like, Venice.

Is there anybody you’re not ashamed to tell anything to? No. By no fault of others, I am just very, VERY easily excruciatingly embarrassed, even over things I've been told aren't embarrassing at all.

Are you disrespectful to a lot of people? I sure try not to be, I don't think so.

Do you like the color pink? um YES, it's my favorite general color and basically all its tints and shades make up my most beloved colors lol.

Ever kissed someone your parents hated? No. Apparently at the time Sara and I dated Mom didn't really like her, but she didn't hate her until she spoke ill of me.

Are you drifting away from your best friend? Absolutely not, I really do love him more every day. He's the bestest best friend I've ever had.

Would you feel hurt if your last ex was in a relationship? Not at all, I don't care what she does.

Is there anyone who seems to always be under the influence of something when you see them or talk to them? Does it bug you? No.

Do you and your boyfriend or girlfriend fight a lot? Nope.

Have you ever cleaned up someone else’s vomit? The day I thought would never be possible finally came and I helped Girt with this, lol. Granted it was not a lot like at all, and it was barely digested so it was less ew than it coulda been. He swallowed wrong and food kinda got caught.

Does your boyfriend or girlfriend get mad/jealous when you talk about the opposite sex? No, he's an adult that's secure in his relationship.

The last time you burned your tongue or mouth, what were you eating? It wasn't severe or anything, but I had some angry spaghetti awhile ago lol

Has someone ever made you a Build-A-Bear? NO but i dream of this

What’s your favorite flavor of Doritos? Cool ranch.

Do you feel free to post how you feel on Facebook? I mean I feel free to, but I sure as hell don't. I rarely post things about my actual life on there, I just share memes or pretty/cute/motivational stuff. I have a very strong "Brittany literally no one cares" mindset on there and I just feel awkward talking about my life.

Do you read Reddit? If so, how often and what subreddits do you like? No, Reddit is Girt's thing, I've never really explored it.

Do you know anyone who's had a baby recently? Not VERY recently.

Do you listen to any podcasts? How do you listen to them? No, that's another one of Girt's likes.

Why did you leave your last job? I don't enjoy anxiety attacks that leave me crying in the restroom.

Do you know anyone who has been through a divorce? lmfao plenty of people, divorce isn't exactly rare.

Would someone being either a cat or dog person affect you dating them? No, unless they hated cats and weren't willing to potentially one day live with one if we stayed together. I will not get rid of Roman for a partner.

When was the last time you had a PopTart? Many months ago. I don't really eat them because they're completely non-filling to me so are just empty calories.

Would you ever jump into a fire to save your best friend? I can pretty much guarantee I would, I guess UNLESS it was a situation where I'd 100% inexorably obviously die, but I still kinda feel like if it was Girt in there, I'd try no matter what.

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? I think my darkest demon will always be the fear that maybe I was emotionally abusive to Jason after we split. I really don't know if my behavior qualifies, but I don't like thinking about it.

Do you think walruses are cute? I do.

Do you know anyone named Trey? Not one living. One of my elementary school puppy-dog crushes was named Trey, and I later found out because of Mom that he later died via drug overdose as a teen or young adult. His parents or someone had a road named after him.

What was the name of your last or current math teacher? I don't even remember his name.

Do you know anyone with a lip piercing? Yeah, me, lol. Probably many others. Most people I've known who've had them took them out by now, but certainly not all.

Do you own any hair ribbons? No.

Have you ever given birth? Nope, gonna pass on that.

Do you enjoy making out? If I'm in the mood to.

What’s your favorite class you’ve ever had? I had a lot of fun in high school art classes, especially my I think junior year.

Would you rather get [another] tattoo or piercing? If I could only pick one, a tattoo.

Do you prefer cold or room temperature drinking water? I will not drink water that isn't at least pretty darn cold, because otherwise I hate it. Room temperature water is so disgusting to me. One of the most relatable obscure posts I've ever seen was someone describing warm water as "soft" and cold water as "pointy," aND IT'S INSANE HOW *CLEARLY* I GET IT, LIKE I 100% KNOW WHAT THEY MEAN, and it plays a role in why I only like cold water.

When you read a book, do you use a bookmark or simply dog ear/fold the top of the page? I just dog-ear, though for a book I really cherish, I'd want a bookmark. I prefer bookmarks in all cases, but I don't always care enough.

Do you know anyone who owns a gun? my brother in christ I live in the South

Have you ever seen a panda in real life? Where was it? No, but I would LOVE to, of course if the zoo took proper care of them.

Have you ever had Covid? What was your experience like? Once, yes. My primary symptom was an extremely sore throat, and I ended up losing my voice for a couple weeks, I wanna say. For many months after I could feel phlegm in my lungs and I'd often hack it up with a strong cough, but I will say I consider myself lucky in that my experience with it wasn't nearly as bad as I've seen others deal with. I got vaccinated (which no, I do not regret and I fully encourage vaccines).

Has a romantic partner ever given you a pet as a gift? No, and I don't really want this to happen unless I'm in on it. I don't want to be gifted a random pet. The only situation where this would be acceptable for me is if they knew it was a pet I wanted and was in a state to properly provide for them.

Have you ever been bitten by a spider? It's certainly possible I have at some point in 27 years of life, but I don't have an even remotely memorable experience of one.

Tell us something that made you happy yesterday: Mom and I watched Hocus Pocus 2! I'd been wanting to see it since I first heard it was being produced, I just at the same time don't really watch movies; I have to be in a very specific mood, and yesterday evening we watched it. I loved it, but the original still has my heart.

How many people have you been really in love with? Two.

Are you a seafood fan? In general, no; the only seafood I enjoy is shrimp. I haven't tried a lot, but I've at least found I generally dislike the taste of fish.

Give me a random word in another language. Tell me what it means. "Meerkat" in German is "erdmännchen," which literally translates to "little earth men" and I think that's absolutely precious.

Would you prefer a pet rat, mouse, snake, lizard or spider? I love all of them!! However if I could only pick one of these to have, it's gotta be a snake.

Can you keep a pokerface and not show your emotions easily? HAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOO

Do you think rainbows are pretty or overrated? Man, who thinks rainbows are OVERRATED? If you don't think every single time you see one that rainbows aren't cool as fuck get outta my face bro

Do you like carrot cake? Surprisingly, yes.

What’s the grossest/worst thing you’ve ever seen in a public restroom? Blood completely covering the underside of the toilet seat. I went into a gas station bathroom with my then-best friend, and she'd recently discovered she was pregnant so was being VERY careful with basically everything, and I could not fucking believe when she checked the seat.

What’s the worst relationship advice you’ve ever seen? Misogynistic shit. If you think it's bad everywhere, come to the southern USA.

Have you ever volunteered in a hospital? If not, would you ever want to? No no no no. Hospitals are very upsetting for me.

Have you ever had a disappointing Christmas, or any disappointing holiday if you don’t celebrate Christmas? I remember one specific year as a kid and I wanna wring her throat lmao, I was so blessed with how hard my mom specifically always went, but Dad too.

Have you ever had to give a pet away? Yes; a number of cats over the years, our old nightmare of a dog Bentley, and my young iguana Kaiju because I did not have the funds to house him properly. He was growing too fast and that terrarium wasn't gonna cut it.

What’s the junkiest junk food you’ve ever eaten? Hmmmm, I can't say I'm sure.

Did you play pretend a lot as a child? Were there any recurring plots or themes? Oh I certainly did, I loved this. I played house and Barbies with my sisters, and my big "plot" as a kiddo was with some toy dinosaurs, crocodiles, deer, and Pokemon figurines that I had an ongoing story for that I sure as hell barely remember now, other than the crocodile and deer were married and had two kids that were the other croc and fawn, lol. The dinosaurs were the villains. I also loved making blanket forts where I pretended inside was a burrow and I was a meerkat (this should surprise NOBODY). I also liked making fucking "penguin nests" out of the rocks in our driveway??????????? One more lil tidbit I remember is I liked to take a leaf and pile seeds and little plant bits onto it, kinda mimicking A Bug's Life, which I was obsessed with.

How do you feel about runny egg yolks? Fucking disgusting, I will not poke it with my tongue.

Have you ever hidden a relationship from your family? Well, yes, technically. Joel and I never actually dated, but something not okay was going on between us.

Have you ever used a view-master? YES!!!!!!!! omg I was obsessed

Do you know any sex workers? If so, how do they feel about their job? Not that I'm aware of.

What kind of wild animals do you see most frequently where you live? Birds, squirrels, opossums, raccoons, deer.

Do you and your parents share any of the same hobbies? Mom and I both like to write, but she doesn't do it much, sadly. Dad and I both enjoy fishing, even though I don't really do it anymore because I feel mean lol.

Who was the worst friend you ever had? Honestly, when it boils down to it, probably Sara. Maybe Colleen, not sure.

Do your parents and grandparents get along with each other? I think Dad and his family were cool. I don't really know how Mom and her dad were, he died when I was like two, but my mother and her mom had a very rough relationship. My grandma was straight-up abusive to her, and Mom just wanted approval and love from her up to the day she died. By the way, guess which kid of hers took care of her on her deathbed?

#survey #surveys #personal questions #random questions #questionnaire

[your-hotdog-husband]

3:45 am: I'm shopping the Safeway app for gluten free foods after taking my ambien. This is always the worst time for me to be on my phone. I heard recently that gorillas at the zoo get so fixated on people's smart phones that it's become disruptive to the whole... "gorilla experience." Signs have been put up in some cases, asking patrons to please leave their phones in their pockets. They should lend (well, rent, realistically) camera lens attachments that allow you to hide your phone while taking pictures. IDK how this idea really could be executed. This is the worst time of night for me to be on tumblr. What is likely to be even more disruptive for some folks is the metal detector being proposed for San Diego Zoo's Gorilla World exhibit.

My wife is snoring like a... hound with allergies and sleep apnea. So... I'm gonna raid the kitchen. I left a slice of gluten free pizza in the toaster this morning. The crust was too soggy, even though I baked it almost perfectly. I'll either check the instructions or try using a grate or whatever on top of the bacon sheet. I know I said bacon. We rarely rarely eat bacon. We don't keep any in the fridge. We'd end up finishing it before the week is over. But now I'm thinking about a bacon sheet. We'd cook our six slices in the morning for breakfast or brunch, and then use the grease for baking something. How about... quesadillas? Pizza. Grilled cheese sandwiches. Oh, chicken! Right? Add it when grilling some lean hamburger patties. See, this is what happens. Around 2:30 am, an app should lock up my phone until I've had at least 7 hours total of solid, real sleep. Or it's 9am, whichever comes second. I really shouldn't be on my phone at this hour. I really am liable to say anything. Well, I've never turned nazi, and I've done this quite a lot over the last couple years. I wonder how many people fancy themselves having absolutely no nazi qualities, but once you pump them with ambien (zolpidem, generic), they throw around racist epithets, talk about elective enthnic cleansing for parents-to-be. Neuro-conforming, blond haired, blue eyed babies, tall and muscular, smart but not too smart. Well, I'm talking about it. I don't like it. I'm against it. I'm only bringing it up to illustrate how creepy it is. See, if you make your white clone army too smart, they might overcome their nazi indoctrination. Especially the women. I'm not being sexist. I'm a man, and most of my best friends are men. See, I'm mentioning sexism only in context of not engaging in it. See, there are inherent differences in humans due to differences in testosterone levels. It's not so much that testosterone makes us stupider, it just makes us more suggestable when we are amorous and after experiencing sexual pleasure, and for much of the time in between, as long as one isn't amorous for too many hours, in which case we become too irritable and distractable to influence. We're more likely to fumble about and break things in a desperate attempt to do something productive in the garage, kitchen, or office. Or we'll be in the bathroom with the door closed for a while, trying to remember the hair and style of a classmate in 12th grade, along with any of their unusual facial expressions, particularly involving their lips and closed eyes. Oh, don't forget the tongue. She (or he) always let their innocent facade slip. But only to be funny, but then again not that funny. The humorous delivery was just an excuse for an awkward double-entendre, still out of character with her good girl style. I wonder what kinds of guys she hooked up with at City College. I hope they weren't all douchy. Maybe she stuck to good Christian boys at campus fellowship, or from Bible camp. Did they make out in the boating shack? Go to third base or 3½ in the back room of the nature center?

I'm quite peckish after looking at sausages and many other foods on my phone. My wife's done snoring, bad timing as always. I hope the one sad little slice of pizza does the trick. I'm out of lunch meat.

#nazis #pizza #ambien #lunch meat #sleep bro #hotdog heaven #hotdog husband #self care #sausage maybe #bacon sheet #hotdog haven #mustard