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devotion-disorder · 11 months

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at work trapped in a room with coworkers that ive only had tangential contact with im this close to biting my tongue off to unalive myself

#text #please free me from this prison #it really does feel like a torture cell because the aircon is fucking blasting me in the head #i shouldve left when i had the chance but the receptionist is a sweet well-intentioned lady who insists i stay #until the deliveryman comes with the drinks they ordered for everyone #and i am allergic to saying no #this is so akward probably only for me and me only #to them im probably just some conceited weirdo asshole that never talks to anyone #which is true but #GOD i dont care about the fucking boba or whatever please just let me go home

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phoenix-wright-nft-investor · 2 years

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I feel like nfts should be more widespread, when are we gonna be able to enter the block chain ourselves? This is a question that I, Phoenix Wright will answer in my 25 page Tweet!

#nft #ace attorney #phoenix wright #incelcore #incel #blockchain #aa edgeworth #why god why #please free me from this prison

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ratgirrrl · 8 months

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its so hard being the worlds slowest writer

#have to take like a 2 hour break after every 5 sentences #please free me from this prison

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maxybabyy · 5 months

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soooo ... about that frat bros maxiel post @arturleclerc got

Someone joins him by the staircase, but Daniel doesn’t move, keep his eyes on the beer pong match in front of him. There’s a huff, a scruff of their shoe against the sticky floor before they say, “Are you Daniel?”

Daniel hums, sips his beer. Scotty makes another great shot, sinks the ball into the same cup as the previous shot, so Daniel lets out a cheer, quickly echoed by the rest of the room. “To some, maybe,” he says to the guy, takes another sip before he turns to look at him.

The guy in front of him is young, obviously a freshman. There’s a plastic band around his wrist, bright red like one of the fucking, ‘I’m under 21, don’t serve me alcohol’ bracelets the faculty has been trying to introduce. He reckons they don’t really work, watches as the guy sucks down a third of his cup, the stench of tub juice obvious even from a few feet away.

“This is of course not an answer,” the guy says, thick lips soured into a hard line. “So stupid this, will you just tell me?”

“Yeah, alright, pretty boy,” Daniel says. He watches the flush spread over the kid’s cheeks, the wrinkle of his nose before he leans into it too, lips spread wide in a grin “’s a pleasure to meet you, what can I do for you?”

The smile transforms his entire look, softens the sharp angles of his face. He had been handsome before, awkward hot, but now he looks downright pretty. The white tee he wears sits tight on his chest, the peaks of his nipples obvious through the thin fabric. He smells like axe body spray and generic cologne, but Daniel’s fucked enough frat dudes to find it arousing.

His name is Max, and he is a freshman, pre-med like he too is going to save the world.

Daniel brushes his hand against the dip of his waist, lingers when Max doesn’t pull away. Max is taller than him, just a tad, but he fits himself under Daniel’s arm easily, shoulders loose as he talks about the lacrosse team he wants to join, the scholarship he’s expected to get.

“You want another drink, babe?” Daniel asks, watches spellbound as Max mimics the hold of his lacrosse stick, how he has to adjust his hands to make sure his grip is tight, firm against the racket. “Think Scotty has some gin in his room if you want a drink or like –“

Max nods, bites into his bottom lip with flat teeth. “Yes, this would of course be very lovely, Daniel,” he says, chokes on his breath when Daniel slips a hand into the pocket of his shorts to lead him upstairs.

Blake doesn’t have any gin, so he offers Max a shot of the whisky he saves for special occasions. Max doesn’t care, downs the shot and lets Daniel suck the alcohol off his tongue. Daniel holds him by the waist, sweaty palms on sweaty skin, and feels him tremble in his arms, wants desperately to make him lose it.

“You like that, yeah?” Daniel says, taunts, pushes the tip of his thumb in between his lips. Max moans, sucks the finger in between sharp teeth, mouth begging for more as Daniel stuffs another two into it. “You want it?”

Max nods, and his mouth feels silky around Daniel’s fingers, hot and wet. He goes down easy when Daniel nudges him to his knees, fingers falling from his mouth to cradle the curve of his head. His hat lies abandoned on the floor, exposing strands of dirty blonde hair, and Daniel cannot help but tug at it.

Max looks obscene on the floor, strong thighs spread wide forcing his shorts into the crease of his groin. His dick strains against the fabric, hard and untouched.

“Can I, please?” Max begs, nudges his face against Daniel’s dick, hard inside his jeans, and how could anyone say no to that?

Max swallows him down quick, jaw loose and open as he fucks into him slowly, carefully, until he reaches the back of his throat. Daniel feels it more than he hears it when Max groans, clammy hands gripping the insides of his thighs to keep himself steady.

“You’re doing so good for me, babe, taking me so well,” Daniel hums as he thrusts into his mouth, feels how his throat spasms around him. He’s close, almost there, a quick snap of his hips makes Max choke, and that’s it. He pulls out, nudges Max’s head to the side to finish into his own hand, curses himself for not letting him know sooner.

“Fuck,” he groans as his head knocks back against the door, eyes screwed shut as he tries to regain his breath.

“You could of course come in my mouth, Daniel.” Max says. He’s still on the floor, hands resting politely on his thighs like his dick isn’t throbbing in his shorts. “It would be very lovely, I think.”

Daniel curses, coaxes him to his feet and against the door instead. Max doesn’t need much to come. Daniel spits in his hand, uses the leftover come to ease the glide of his hand as he jerks him off, makes him add to their mess.

Daniel sits through a two-hour lecture of the implications of data privacy concerns before he drags himself back to the house. He’s splurged on a latte from the campus shop, but he reckons he’s earned it, scrolls through the notes he had scarcely taken.

Blake joins him on the porch, pushes the plate of leftover pizza into the middle seat. “Hey, did that pledge ever get hold of you last night?”

Daniel grunts, swallows down an entire slice in one go. “Pledge?”

The semester has barely started, the pledges won’t be chosen for at least another few weeks. He still has time before he has to pretend to be a functioning adult who doesn’t have hangovers on Wednesdays.

“Yeah, kid’s trying out for the football team or something,” Blake says, watches him with a frown. “He wanted to know when pledge week would be, make sure it didn’t collide with try-outs.”

Daniel drains the rest of his coffee, wishes he had put another pot on before he went out here. He sucks his teeth, thinks back to the party, to Max and his pale thighs, fat lips spread around the head of his dick, the sounds he made when Daniel made him come bent over the bathroom sink. Maybe it had been obvious that the was on the pull, because no pledge had been dumb enough to approach him.

“He’s a Beta Nu legacy, but he wanted to try something new it seemed,” Blake says, shrugs. “Reckon he’s a good kid, Horner put in a good word for him too, so he’ll probably at least pledge.”

Daniel clicks his tongue, turns his hat to shield his eyes from the sun. He had already been in the lecture hall when he saw it, the pair of embroidered boobs against the white fabric, but he had kept it on. “Did he leave a name at least? Maybe I know someone who can find him.”

There are loads of reasons Daniel had declined the presidency when Seb graduated, kicked it to Blake and settled himself with social chair. He just didn’t know fucking a will-be pledge would become one of them.

“Max, I think is name was.”

#dont look at me please #free me from this mind prison :(#frat bro au #maxiel #maxiel fic #my fic #my writing #max/daniel #fic #frat bros au

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marlenacantswim · 9 months

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drew a quick little spirk :)

additional drawings under the cut, snip snip

it's essential he (I) have them for the enterprise (my simon pegg hyperfixation) to continue functioning

#spirk #spirk fanart #star trek #james t kirk #james kirk #jim kirk #spock #star trek tos #please guys spock just wants to make high quality gifs #he has the blurays for all three multiple times over he just doesn't have the means to free them from their circular prisons #probably should have drawn aos spirk but leonard nimoy's face is just so fun to draw #running my mouth #made this with my hands #my artwork #spock is me btw i desperately need the files

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spookky-aint-spooky · 26 days

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Y'all it's literally him

#help me this is my second Paper post in a row #please free me from my neurospicy prison before I'm sucked back into the void I'm begging you

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jack-daww · 1 month

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I think the death penalty should be illegal in every country.

Every person deserves to live. Every person deserves to have the chance to better themselves, if they put the effort into it. Life and health is a human right.

I don't think anyone should be allowed to decide at which point a person is no longer human enough to lose that right. I don't think that there is a point at which a person can be considered "no longer human" at all.

I think any government that needs to resort to something like that has failed.

#Germany doesn't have a death penalty and also technically no life-long prison sentences #freedom is seen as a basic human need and to take the hope of that away is inhumane #mutuals please feel free to discuss this with me (in reblogs or dms) i wanna pick your brains #<- if you see things different from me that is #death penalty

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shurafunk · 1 year

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