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luvtolick6969 · 1 year

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Any female near North Little Rock want to party??? Hmu

#spun friends #girls meth #spun girls #lets get spun #meth and fuck #meth nation #pnp slam #spun af #meth spun #getting spun #501 party #North Little Rock party

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texts-from-last-ninth · 7 months

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[Babs Font: (501): Also, I'm sewing my entire Halloween costume by hand. I better get laid at every single party I go to.]

#The Locked Tomb #Gideon the Ninth #Naberius Tern #501 #and then everyone at every party ignored him #Happy Halloween

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mrsjellymunson · 3 months

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KNOCK AT THE CABIN | Prologue

Written for @bettyfrommars, @allthingsjoeq and @somnambulic-thing’s Stranger Prompts, Prompt 1. He shows up at your house covered in mud in the rain, but the problem is, he died two months ago.

Series Summary: After the events of the previous months, everyone is shocked by the unexpected return of an old friend. But is it really him?

Chapter Summary: On a stormy night, an unexpected visitor arrives.

WC: 1.14k

Series C/W: 🔞 18+, MDNI, NSFW. I mean it, if you’re under 18, git! Post-S4, Upside Down exists, dark/supernatural themes. Eventual Eddie Munson x fem!reader smut. Swearing. Not much to caution about in this part, unless you don’t like rain, or bad decor.

A/N: This series contains a lot of things I haven’t written for before, so I’d love to know what you think! Please comment and reblog, it means the world to writers, and reblogs mean work gets seen. This series has a taglist so if you’d like to be on either it, or my general list, lemme know in a comment, ask or message 🙏💗

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You’re holed up in an old farmhouse on the outskirts of Hawkins. It’s not exactly remote, but the nearest building is little more than a speck on the horizon so you feel pretty isolated. Owens organised it, explaining it would be a good idea for the older members of the party to lay low for a little while. Nancy had put forward an excellent argument for remaining with her family, but you, Robin and Steve had reluctantly packed up some of your belongings and relocated here. For how long, you don’t know.

It’s no palace. The wood-built building is certainly past its best, the yellowing 50s kitchen barely functional and the faded decor not to anyone's taste. But it’s (mostly) warm, (usually) dry, and most importantly, it feels safe. Which is something you all need after the events of the past few months.

You’re all acutely aware of the obvious gap in your merry band. Owens had insisted that the three of you didn’t attend the funeral, but he’d involved you as much as he could, ferrying messages between you and the kids and Wayne, discussing what he would’ve wanted to wear (you all agreed on his spare Hellfire shirt and leather jacket, knowing he’d never want to be separated from either, plus a brand new, government-funded pair of black 501s), and sneaking mementoes to you with Wayne’s approval.

Mike and Will have taken charge of his D&D paraphernalia, Dustin got his wallet chain (and wears it with literally everything, even his Weird Al shirts and colourful shorts), and Lucas opted for a small pocket knife. You, Steve and Robin each have one of his rings. Steve and Robin keep theirs in their rooms, but you wear the silver skull every day. It’s too big for your fingers, and is even a little loose on your thumb, but that’s where you keep it, spinning it to ease your anxiety, and smoothing the pads of your fingers over its bumpy surface to remind you of the friend you’ve lost. Rueing the fact that you always wanted him to be more than that, but never had the chance to find out whether he felt the same.

The kids visit periodically, even staying over sometimes, nobody expecting anyone to be watching the comings and goings of a bunch of nerdy teens. Nancy drops them off, sometimes staying, sometimes not. On this occasion she’d dropped and run, explaining that she was going to visit Max in the hospital tomorrow, spending some quality girly time with her. Lucas, who usually spent every spare moment by her bedside, was going to spend the weekend here, after Max, still seriously ill but now well enough to communicate, insisted that he needed to spend at least a bit of time with his old friends.

Tonight, you’d had a movie marathon, Keith developing an uncharacteristically generous side since everything kicked off and periodically dropping off and collecting piles of VHS tapes. Not quite generous enough to bring you any brand new releases, but even things you’ve seen before are better than the ‘sweet FA’ you’d have available given the nonexistent TV reception around here.

Popcorn litters the floor and the saggy furniture, as do gangly boys and a long-haired girl. Jane has commandeered the sole armchair, sitting in it cross-legged, and you, Steve and Robin are squashed onto the sofa with an equally squashed Dustin, the latter insisting that there was definitely room for one more.

Mike and Will are on the floor between the sofa and the old, battered coffee table. Mike’s hunched over a bowl of chips that he’s shovelling in, and Will is leaning against your legs, you stroking his hair in a way you know he finds comforting. Lucas is lounging on the floor at the side of the table, his long body stretched out and his head supported on threadbare throw pillows.

The gentle patter of drizzly rain against the windows and roof, and the crackle of the open fire, one of your only sources of heating, gives the evening a cosy feel, though you hope the rain doesn’t get any heavier as you don’t entirely trust the roof over the rear extension to cope with much more meteorological abuse.

You’ve just finished Raiders Of the Lost Ark and Steve has got up to swap it out for The Stuff, when there’s a strong gust of wind and the rainfall picks up significantly. Great, you think, the weather gods definitely weren’t listening to your silent pleas.

None of you notice Jane stiffening in her seat and shifting uncomfortably.

Under the lashing of the wind and rain there’s a sudden noise at the front door. Not urgent, not loud, just two soft thuds. If the kids had been roughhousing or the film had been on you may even have missed them.

You all look at each other, instantly and equally on edge, and all hoping that somebody, anybody, will provide a simple explanation for this.

Steve’s the first to speak. Jaw slack and brow furrowed, he asks the room, “Uhh, did anyone order takeout?”

There’s a cacophony of ‘no’s’ and shaken heads, before another soft thud is heard, just one this time.

Steve steels himself, not for the first time realising that it’s his responsibility to investigate the possibly terrifying, and potentially life-threatening, situation. He stands from his position by the video player and moves towards the door, fingertips skimming the top of the bat that’s always to the side of it, before closing his hand softly around the handle.

He pulls back the sliding bolts before twisting the lock and pulling the door open just a crack, leaving the chain on. The noise of the weather increases in volume, but other than that there’s no indication of what’s on the other side.

Steve has his back to you so you don’t see his eyes go wide, but you do hear a soft, “Wh- What the fuck?”

Robin being Robin, and perpetually thinking about her stomach, she says,

“What is it, doofus? Pleeease tell me it’s Jonathon and Argyle dropping by from Cali with some delicious Surfer Boy pizza??”

“Uh, no, it’s, uh- You know what? Maybe you should just come and see for yourself. Wait, scratch that, just the adults.”

Knowing this will unwittingly pique the interest of the kids more than if he’d just allowed everyone to come look, you and Robin glance at each other before quickly rising and moving to the door.

Steve closes it and takes off the chain, opening it wide as the three of you arrive, the kids following close behind and trying to look between you.

There, hunched, shivering, soaking wet and covered in mud, is your friend. The one who’d died saving the town. The one they’d buried only a few days ago, after he’d been lying on a slab in a lab somewhere for weeks.

Eddie.

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Thanks so much for reading! I really hope you enjoyed this. Lemme know if you’d like to be tagged in future parts.

Extra tags: @jamdoughnutmagician @joejoequinnquinn

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curlygirlybitchachos · 8 months

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Padawan Reader

Y/n: Cody!

Cody: yes Ad'ika?

Y/n: When is Waxer's lifeday?

Cody: I don't know little one.

Y/n: and Boil's?

*Cody shaking his head*

Y/n: Longshot? Crys? Wooley? Rex? Tup? Jesse? Hardcase? Anyone in the 501 or 212?!

Cody: Ad'ika. We are clones... We don't know when is our lifeday...

Y/n: hm... My life day is today. So I can share it with everyone. And then everyone can have a lifeday!

Cody, close to cry: okay...

~later~

Obi-wan: Cody? Why Ahsoka, Anakin and his men with ours are partying in the hangar?

Cody, with a party hat: Ad'ika shared their lifeday. We are celebrating hundreds of them.

Obi-wan:...

Cody:...

Obi-wan: give me a hat cyare. *puts it on* I hope we have enough cake...

(Okay so it's my birthday and somehow I'm sharing it with at least 4 of my friends and some random kindergarten children and I think it's really funny. It feels like everybody has their birthday today.)

#star wars #clone wars #star wars incorrect quotes #clone wars incorrect quotes #padawan reader #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #501st battalion #212th attack battalion

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kp777 · 3 months

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By Jake Johnson

Common Dreams

Jan. 6, 2024

"Billionaires attempting to influence politics from the shadows should not be rewarded with taxpayer subsidies," said Sen. Sheldon Whitehouse.

Legislation introduced Tuesday by a pair of Democratic lawmakers would close a loophole that lets billionaires donate assets to dark money organizations without paying any taxes.

The U.S. tax code allows write-offs when appreciated assets such as shares of stock are donated to a charity, but the tax break doesn't apply when the assets are given to political groups.

However, donations to 501(c)(4) organizations—which are allowed to engage in some political activity as long as it's not their primary purpose—are exempt from capital gains taxes, a loophole that Sen. Sheldon Whitehouse (D-R.I.) and Rep. Judy Chu (D-Calif.) are looking to shutter with their End Tax Breaks for Dark Money Act.

Whitehouse, a member of the Senate Judiciary Committee who has focused extensively on the corrupting effects of dark money, said the need for the bill was made clear by what ProPublica and The Lever described as "the largest known donation to a political advocacy group in U.S. history."

The investigative outlets reported in 2022 that billionaire manufacturing magnate Barre Seid donated his 100% ownership stake in Tripp Lite, a maker of electrical equipment, to Marble Freedom Trust, a group controlled by Federalist Society co-chairman Leonard Leo.

The donation, completed in 2021, was worth $1.6 billion. According to ProPublica and The Lever, the structure of the gift allowed Seid to avoid up to $400 million in taxes.

"It's a clear sign of a broken tax code when a single donor can transfer assets worth $1.6 billion to a dark money political group without paying a penny in taxes," Whitehouse said in a statement Tuesday. "Billionaires attempting to influence politics from the shadows should not be rewarded with taxpayer subsidies."

"We cannot allow millionaires and billionaires to run roughshod over our democracy and then reward them for it with a tax break."

If passed, the End Tax Breaks for Dark Money Act would ensure that donations of appreciated assets to 501(c)(4) organizations are subjected to the same rules as gifts to political action committees (PACs) and parties.

"Thanks to the far-right Supreme Court, billionaires already have outsized influence to decide our nation's politics; through a loophole in the tax code, they can even secure massive public subsidies for lobbying and campaigning when they secretly donate their wealth to certain nonprofits instead of traditional political organizations," said Chu. "We can decrease the impact the wealthy have on our politics by applying capital gains taxes to donations of appreciated property to nonprofits that engage in lobbying and political activity—the same way they are already treated when made to traditional political organizations like PACs."

The new bill comes amid an election season that is already flooded with outside spending.

The watchdog OpenSecrets reported last month that super PACs and other groups "have already poured nearly $318 million into spending on presidential and congressional races as of January 14—more than six times as much as had been spent at this point in 2020."

Thanks to the Supreme Court's 2010 Citizens United ruling, super PACs can raise and spend unlimited sums on federal elections—often without being fully transparent about their donors.

Morris Pearl, chairman of the Patriotic Millionaires, said Tuesday that "there is no justifiable reason why wealthy people like me should be allowed to dominate our political system by donating an entire $1.6 billion company to a dark money political group."

"But perhaps more egregious is the $400 million tax break that comes from doing so," said Pearl. "It's a perfect example of how this provision in the tax code is used by the ultrawealthy to manipulate the levers of government while simultaneously dodging their obligation to pay taxes. We cannot allow millionaires and billionaires to run roughshod over our democracy and then reward them for it with a tax break."

#dark money #super pac #citizens united #corruption #taxation #judy chu #sheldon whitehouse

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octuscle · 7 months

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hey there

I found that cool leather jacket in your Halloween store. I didn't tried it on yet but it looks a bit to small for me and my little beer belly haha... is there another size or should I just press myself in it?

Are you sure you want to try this jacket that is a little too fashionable…? With your beard, hairy chest and little beer belly, I can see you wearing more of a classic biker jacket…. But if you want, try the jacket. When it is activated in the app, it will fit you like a glove. Even if you don't get it closed now.

Even if the jacket doesn't actually fit, you've otherwise chosen a classic biker outfit for the Halloween party. Biker boots, 501, flannel shirt. Doesn't look particularly original now. But you feel comfortable. What will happen now when you activate the costume in the app? The jacket will fit better then. That's all you want.

Holy shit! That felt like a lightning strike when you activated the app. But the jacket fits because your beer belly is gone. Instead, you feel a premium six-pack. You feel super fit overall. And there you are almost tripping over your own feet. Because they are in monstrous boots. Not classic biker boots. They look more like something out of a science fiction movie. Mad Max or something like that. But fits wonderfully to the tight leather jeans. You look down at you. Different than expected. But cool. Very cool. Somehow this outfit doesn't feel like beer. It's more like white wine. You go to the bar. And see your picture in the mirror above the bar counter. And you get dizzy. You have to sit down first.

You get lots of compliments on your costume. The host apologizes that there are no prizes in the cosplay category, otherwise you would definitely win. You have no idea what cosplay is. But you know that you are in a super fit young body. And that you are at a Halloween party. You don't care about anything else. The main thing is that you can get to the hot pirate in front.

I'm keeping my fingers crossed for you. Have fun!

Nice pic found @superskinnyjeans-nl

#male tf #male transformation #age reduction #leather tf #halloween tf

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feminismisstillahatemovement · 1 year

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Over the past few months, we’ve watched as major corporations such as Disney , Anheuser-Busch, and Target have hopped on the LGBT train and alienated their traditional client bases as a result. Regardless of the often swift and brutal backlash they know will follow, others, including North Face, Nike, and Kohl’s, are always waiting in the wings to become the next sacrificial lamb.

It turns out there’s a reason for this counterintuitive behavior that goes far beyond virtue signaling: Companies are trying to raise their Corporate Equality Index. The more woke issues a company supports, the higher their score.

A CEI is essentially a “woke” credit score that is determined by the Human Rights Campaign , a 501(c)(4) organization that describes itself as “the largest LGBTQ political lobbying organization within the United States.” No one will be surprised to hear that George Soros’s Open Society Foundations is HRC’s largest donor. Other donors include the Planned Parenthood Federation of America and the labor unions for the National Education Association and the United Food and Commercial Workers, according to Influence Watch .

Influence Watch reports HRC’s public charity arm, the Human Rights Campaign Foundation, plays an influential role in Democratic Party politics by pressuring companies to comply with its social agenda.

A company’s CEI is derived from its performance in five areas :

Workforce Protections (5 points possible).

Inclusive Benefits (50 points possible).

Supporting an Inclusive Culture (25 points possible).

Corporate Social Responsibility (20 points possible).

Responsible Citizenship (-25).

The New York Post reports that “HRC sends representatives to corporations every year telling them what kind of stuff they have to make visible at the company. They give them a list of demands and if they don’t follow through there’s a threat that you won’t keep your CEI score.”

James Lindsay, editor of the website New Discourses, told the New York Post, “HRC administers the CEI ranking ‘like an extortion racket, like the Mafia.’”

In a 2018 letter to CEOs from BlackRock CEO Larry Fink, whom Fortune magazine has dubbed the “ face of ESG ,” he emphasizes a “new model of governance” in harmony with ESG values.

Fink wrote , “Society is demanding that companies, both public and private, serve a social purpose. To prosper over time, every company must not only deliver financial performance, but also show how it makes a positive contribution to society. … [I]f a company doesn’t engage with the community and have a sense of purpose, it will ultimately lose the license to operate from key stakeholders.”

Fink is mistaken. Society is not demanding that companies serve a social purpose. Rather, ESG is being forced upon society by the global elites who wield it as a weapon and a control mechanism they can use to consolidate power over the masses.

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eretzyisrael · 4 days

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BY PARK MACDOUGALD

The “movement,” in turn, while it recruits from among students and other self-motivated radicals willing to put their bodies on the line, relies heavily on the funding of progressive donors and nonprofits connected to the upper reaches of the Democratic Party. Take the epicenter of the nationwide protest movement, Columbia University. According to reporting in the New York Post, the Columbia encampment was principally organized by three groups: Students for Justice in Palestine (SJP), Jewish Voice for Peace (JVP), and Within Our Lifetime (WOL). Let’s take each in turn.

JVP is, in essence, the “Jewish”-branch of the Boycott, Divestment and Sanctions movement, backed by the usual big-money progressive donors—including some, like the Rockefeller Brothers Fund, that were instrumental in selling Obama’s Iran Deal to the public. JVP and its affiliated political action arm, JVP Action, have received at least $650,000 from various branches of George Soros’ philanthropic empire since 2017, $441,510 from the Kaphan Foundation (founded by early Amazon employee Sheldon Kaphan), $340,000 from the Rockefeller Brothers Fund, and smaller amounts from progressive donors such as the Quitiplas Foundation, according to reporting from the New York Post and NGO Monitor, a pro-Israel research institute. JVP has also received nearly $1.5 million from various donor-advised funds—which allow wealthy clients to give anonymously through their financial institutions—run through the charitable giving arms of Fidelity Investments, Charles Schwab, Morgan Stanley, Vanguard, and TIAA, according to NGO Monitor’s review of those institutions’ tax documents.

SJP, by contrast, is an outgrowth of the Islamist networks dissolved during the U.S. government’s prosecution of the Holy Land Foundation (HLF) and related charities for fundraising for Hamas. SJP is a subsidiary of an organization called American Muslims for Palestine (AMP); SJP in fact has no “formal corporate structure of its own but operates as AMP’s campus brand,” according to a lawsuit filed last week against AJP Educational Fund, the parent nonprofit of AMP. Both AMP and SJP were founded by the same man, Hatem Bazian, a Palestinian academic who formerly fundraised for KindHearts, an Islamic charity dissolved in 2012 pursuant to a settlement with the U.S. Treasury, which froze the group’s assets for fundraising for Hamas (KindHearts did not admit wrongdoing in the settlement). And several of AMP’s senior leaders are former fundraisers for HLF and related charities, according to November congressional testimony from former U.S. Treasury official Jonathan Schanzer. An ongoing federal lawsuit by the family of David Boim, an American teenager killed in a Hamas terrorist attack in 1996, goes so far as to allege that AMP is a “disguised continuance” and “legal alter-ego” of the Islamic Association for Palestine, was founded with startup money from current Hamas official Musa Abu Marzook and dissolved alongside HLF. AMP has denied it is a continuation of IAP.

Today, however, National SJP is legally a “fiscal sponsorship” of another nonprofit: a White Plains, New York, 501(c)(3) called the WESPAC Foundation. A fiscal sponsorship is a legal arrangement in which a larger nonprofit “sponsors” a smaller group, essentially lending it the sponsor’s tax-exempt status and providing back-office support in exchange for fees and influence over the sponsorship’s operations. For legal and tax purposes, the sponsor and the sponsorship are the same entity, meaning that the sponsorship is relieved of the requirement to independently disclose its donors or file a Form 990 with the IRS. This makes fiscal sponsorships a “convenient way to mask links between donors and controversial causes,” according to the Capital Research Center. Donors, in other words, can effectively use nonprofits such as WESPAC to obscure their direct connections to controversial causes.

Something of the sort appears to be happening with WESPAC. Run by the market researcher Howard Horowitz, WESPAC reveals very little about its donors, although scattered reporting and public disclosures suggest that the group is used as a pass-through between larger institutions and pro-Palestinian radicals. Since 2006, for instance, WESPAC has received more than half a million in donations from the Elias Foundation, a family foundation run by the private equity investor James Mann and his wife. WESPAC has also received smaller amounts from Grassroots International (an “environmental” group heavily funded by Thousand Currents), the Sparkplug Foundation (a far-left group funded by the Wall Street fortune of Felice and Yoram Gelman), and the Bafrayung Fund, run by Rachel Gelman, an heir to the Levi Strauss fortune and the sister of Democratic Rep. Dan Goldman. (A self-described “abolitionist,” Gelman was featured in a 2020 New York Times feature on “The Rich Kids Who Want to Tear Down Capitalism.”) In 2022, WESPAC also received $97,000 from the Tides Foundation, the grant-making arm of the Tides Nexus.

WESPAC, however, is not merely the fiscal sponsor of the Hamas-linked SJP but also the fiscal sponsor of the third group involved in organizing the Columbia protests, Within Our Lifetime (WOL), formerly known as New York City SJP. Founded by the Palestinian American lawyer Nerdeen Kiswani, a former activist with the Hunter College and CUNY chapters of SJP, WOL has emerged over the past seven months as perhaps the most notorious antisemitic group in the country, and has been banned from Facebook and Instagram for glorifying Hamas. A full list of the group’s provocations would take thousands of words, but it has been the central organizing force in the series of “Flood”-themed protests in New York City since Oct. 7, including multiple bridge and highway blockades, a November riot at Grand Central Station, the vandalism of the New York Public Library, and protests at the Rockefeller Center Christmas-tree lighting. In addition to their confrontational tactics, WOL-led protests tend to have a few other hallmarks. These include eliminationist rhetoric directed at the Jewish state—such as Arabic chants of “strike, strike, Tel Aviv”; the prominent display of Hezbollah flags and other insignia of explicitly Islamist resistance; the presence of masked Arab street muscle; and the antisemitic intimidation of counterprotesters by said masked Arab street muscle.

WOL’s role appears to be that of shock troops, akin to the role played by black block militants on the anarchist side of the ledger. WOL is, however, connected to more seemingly “mainstream” elements of the anti-Israel movement. Abdullah Akl, a prominent WOL leader—indeed, the man leading the “strike Tel Aviv” chants in the video linked above—is also listed as a “field organizer” on the website of MPower Change, the “advocacy project” led by Linda Sarsour. MPower Change, in turn, is a fiscal sponsorship of NEO Philanthropy, another large progressive clearinghouse. NEO Philanthropy and its 501(c)(4) “sister,” NEO Philanthropy Action Fund, have received more than $37 million from Soros’ Open Society Foundations since 2021 alone, as well as substantial funding from the Rockefeller Brothers Fund, the Ford Foundation, and the Tides Foundation.

#tides foundation #national lawyers guild #within our lifetime #jewish voice for peace #students for justice in palestine #dark money #rockefeller brothers fund #funding for terrorism #lisa fithian #occupy

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nighterwriter · 2 years

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Trick-or-Treat

Jason Todd x fem!reader

Word Count: 577

A/N: Happy Halloween! I put fem!reader, but honestly, anyone can dress up as the bride of Frankenstein.

Also, thank you to @snips-501 for the idea!

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"You owe me big time, Todd."

"Shut up and smile."

Damian pouted as Jason's eyes searched for you in the throng of excited children being held back by their parents. Last week at the manor, you'd casually revealed that you had never gone trick-or-treating as a kid and then made the mistake of placating the group of vigilantes by saying that you had never celebrated Halloween at all. It wasn't a big deal - that's what you would tell yourself to cope - and now, you were too old for trick or treating.

The group didn't accept your mediocre excuses and planned activity after activity on the week of Halloween. Pumpkin carving, scary movies, holiday-themed treats, everything and anything that was associated with the spooky day, you had done. Except for the one you had wanted to do the most, the one that made you jealous of the other kids that came to school with their earnings: trick-or-treating.

You'd waved off everyone's potential solutions to the missed opportunity, citing the social age limit as the reason for your dismissal, but your boyfriend was one stubborn bastard. The week before Halloween, he all but held a gun to Damian's head and forced him to call and ask if you'd like to 'supervise' his trick-or-treating rounds in the neighborhood - the one where fun-size candies were non-existent and frowned upon. You had agreed with restrained excitement with the idea that you'd been helping Damian and being able to see what you missed out on, which is what Jason had planned.

He raised his hand and smiled when he saw you weaving through the crowd, kissing you when you finally managed to squeeze through a large party.

"Child, Todd, I am a child, I shouldn't be subjected to these horrors."

"Sorry, Dr. Dolittle." You teased, fixing Damian's crooked tie and stethoscope.

"You didn't dress up." Jason frowned, motioning to the green face paint and fake stitching and bolts he had attached to himself.

"Yeah I thought about it, but all the stores were out of good costumes and it was too late to make anything. I shouldn't even dress up, I'm a chaperone-"

"Hey," Jason grabbed your chin softly to cut your sheepish rambling off, "I've got a costume in the car, let's go get you changed. Just 'cause you're an adult, it doesn't mean you can't do fun things. And I'll be damned if I let you miss out on your first trick-or-treat. Okay?"

"Okay." You murmured, kissing his hand as he pulled it away.

"You would've had the option of being one of my patients, but Todd insisted on you becoming the Bride of Frankenstein."

"Really?" Your boyfriend's cheeks darkened as you slid an arm around his waist and put it in his jacket pocket.

"So much so that he had the costume ordered last month-"

"Shut it twerp, or I'm eating all your Skittles."

"I thought you preferred chocolate."

"Yeah, but I know you like 'em."

"I see you're not weary of committing child abuse."

As the boys continued to bicker in the midst of trying to plan the route of the night, you couldn't help but smile to yourself. How you got lucky with a boyfriend like Jason and a family like the batfamily, you didn't know. All you knew was that if the neighbors were kind enough to give you some candy as well, you'd give Damian as many as Jason ate. It was truly a happy Halloween.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd drabble

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addisonstars · 6 months

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"i haven't stopped loving you once"

also written for day 25 of november for @wolfstarmicrofic with the prompt "fireplace"

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Sirius and James were inseparable, even after the both of them being long married to the other love of their lives and living hundreds of miles apart for many years. They were best friends with an inseparable bond between them that nothing, nothing, could come between.

James and Regulus had finally moved back to London after living in Amsterdam for a few years before they decided that London was where home was. They had a housewarming party many hours ago, with the gang all back. Most everyone had left around an hour ago, but the four of them- Sirius and Remus, along with Regulus and James- were left.

They were reminiscing on their “good ol’ days” in Hogwarts, where they were just a bunch of horny little boys that had stupid little crushes on their to-be future husbands.

Sitting around the fireplace, James laughed, the sound deep and filled with heart. “No, no, you can’t say anything about my pining over Reggie when you came to me one day saying, ‘I want to be broken.’” He grins wickedly at Sirius before continuing. “And, I was like, lad, you already are.”

Sirius laughs, “that’s right, I had torn my ACL earlier that month during our quidditch match.” He nods.

“So anyways I go: Physically? Mate you already are.” Remus chuckles, because he's pretty sure he knows where this is going. Sirius shakes his head, a little embarrassed for this to get out, but what are friends for if not to embarrass you?

Taking a sip of his firewhiskey, James continues his story. “Sirius laughs after I say that, but he makes a grave face as he says completely serious that he would rather be broken, like, mentally, you know broken apart and then put back together.”

“By Remus of course,” Sirius tacks on, leaning to his left and kissing Remus chastely. Remus’s face goes all red. Regulus adds in, nodding, as if agreeing that he wouldn't have minded that either.

“Anyways, he’s like, ‘I want someone to degrade me’ and at the same time ‘I want someone to call me a good boy,” James takes another sip, “I stood there, all like “Ok mate. I shrugged, not knowing what to say to him because I felt the same way. I ended up agreeing with him, because Merlin, what I wouldn't have done back then for Reg to take me apart.”

Sirius makes a face, but they all laugh, because they know that the little Black brother was a hot commodity at Hogwarts. Lucky James for being the winner of the prize.

Sirius laughs at his former self, wondering what his past self would have done if he knew that it would have happened and more in his years to come. Remus leans over and whispers in his ear in that sultry voice of his. “Well, I’m sure you're very happy with yourself for making that wish come true.”

He smiles warmly, “I am Moons,” he looks into his lover's eyes, “I am.”

this fic is dedicated to and written for, the james to my sirius, the sun to my stars, caylen <3

-a.s.

#remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #james and sirius' friendship is UNMATCHED #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #wolfstar fic #wolfstar microfic #fireplace #addisonstars #addisonstars mircofic tag #addisonstars wolfstar microfic tag:

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copyspaghetti · 2 months

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Copyspaghetti Fandom Masterlist

started: 15 mars 2024

updated: 30 april 2024

status: incomplete collection

purpose: compile links to all my fanworks (especially off tumblr) connected to this username

Probably 0 of my works are suitable to view at work but in this post I mean:

nsfw = at least 1 sex scene or overtly sexual situation

⚠️ = content warning for more commonly triggering or graphic content (compared to what I usually write, as I tend to write unhealthy dynamics and unsettling atmospheres)

Mob Psycho 100

Fics:

Microdosing On Parental Affection pre-canon, gen, 852 words, finished

Paracetamol Doesn't Cure the Pink Fever age swap, nsfw ⚠️, mobrei 2611, serirei, 7 130 words, ongoing

Searching for Angels age swap, mobrei 2813, 2 982 words, finished

Overgrown Lap Dogs and their Morbid Curiosities later meeting AU, nsfw, reimob 2034, 37 871 words, ongoing

Catch a Tiger by the Toe age swap, mobrei 2813, 2 804 words, ongoing

Stationary for Doorways canonverse, gen ⚠️, implied ritmobrit, 613 words, finished

The State of the World and More Important Things age swap, ⚠️, mobrei 2X1X, 3 501 words, finished

Dry Run post-canon, nsfw, reimob 1528, 3 509 words, finished

A Friend In The Margins age swap, mobrei 2X1X, 22 797 words, ongoing

Party Drugs for Allergy-Pilled Teen-Chads age swap, nsfw, mobrei 2814, 496 words, finished

Snowflake Hearts canonverse, reiritmob 131428, 1 575 words, finished

With The Lights Off age swap, pre-slash mobrei 2813, 666 words, finished

Act of Love fear & hunger AU, reimobrei 1428, 2 744 words, finished

An Exercise In Gratitude age swap, mobreimob 2814, 5 301 words, finished

Bracelets age swap, mobrei 2813, 1 615 words, finished

Filius—To Bury A Child age swap, ⚠️, mobrei 2813, 8 705 words, ongoing

Boundless Agape post-canon, mobritmob 1514, 492 words, finished

Limitations Of Pragma canonverse, nsfw ⚠️, mobritmob 1413, 899 words, finished

Manic Pixie Dream Girls and Other Various Health Concerns age swap, nsfw, cis fem Reigen, mobrei 2814, 10 648 words, ongoing

Lesson to be Learnt age swap, nsfw, mobrei 2814, 3 081 words, finished

Constellations age swap, mobrei 2813, 799 words, finished

Sunny Side Up age swap, nsfw, mobrei 2813, 1 884 words, finished

Set Up age swap, implied mobrei 2814, 703 words, finished

Staircase of Love post-canon, nsfw, serirei, 842 words, finished but might get a part 2

Between Atheists and Divinities god Mob AU, nsfw, reimobrei 140027, 14 577 words, ongoing

Sunflower age swap, nsfw, mobrei 2X1X, 98 311 words, ongoing

Every Part of Me Says "Go Ahead" age swap, cis fem Reigen, nsfw, mobrei 2814, 9 028 words, finished

Negotiations age swap, mobrei 2814, 1 511 words, finished

Forgotten Umbrellas post-canon, nsfw, reimob 1630, unrequited serirei, 1 840 words, finished

Between Acolytes and Sanctities age swap, god Mob AU, mobrei 280001X, 5 655 words, ongoing

Confliction among us AU, ⚠️, reimobrei 3420, 9 983 words, finished

Consolation Prize age swap, nsfw, mobrei 2814, unrequited yoshirei, 3 991 words, finished

Biting the Bait pre-canon, nsfw, reimobrei 2713, 3 270 words, finished

Concentration pre-canon, pre-slash mobritmob 1211, 372 words, finished

Welcome With Light In Your Crown age swap meets canonverse, post-canon, same age, mobrei 2915 & 2929, reimob 1529 & 1515, implied ritmob, implied reirit, 5 897 words, ongoing

Come back home to me post-canon, reimobrei 2337, 5 790 words, finished but might get a part 2

Dress warmer next time canonverse, nsfw, reimobrei 2814, 642 words, finished

Pain Soother canoverse, ⚠️, reimob 2714, 677 words, finished

Favours post-canon, trans male Mob, nsfw, reimob 1529, 3 405 words, finished but has a part 2

For fun post-canon, trans male Mob, nsfw, reimob 1529, 5 636 words, finished but might get a part 3

Angel age swap, pre-slash mobrei 2X1X, 700 words, finished

Let's not talk about it post-canon, reimobrei 1629, 5 241 words, finished but has a part 2

Do, don't say post-canon, reimobrei 1629, 14 932 words, ongoing but put on ice indefinitely due to insecurity

Catching Bugs and Other Crawling Concerns pre-canon, ritmobrit6–12, 1 630 words, finished

Manic Pixie Dream Girls and Other Various Health Concerns age swap, fem!Reigen, mobreimob 2915, 15 116 words, finished

Comics:

The Barks Before The Bite post-canon, nsfw ⚠️, seririt 1430, 1 171 words, ongoing

Do It Yourself post-canon, nsfw, reimob 1529

Desecration age swap, nsfw ⚠️, mobrei 2813

Curse of the Nerds age swap, gen, implied mobrei 2814

Special Case age swap, fem Mob, nsfw, reimob 2814

Breathless age swap, mobrei 2813

Art:

Oral Fix age swap, nsfw, mobrei 2814

Act of Love fear & hunger AU, nsfw, reimobrei 1428

Happy Forest Activities furry AU, nsfw, mobrei 1427

Bark & Bite vampire/werewolf AU, ritmob 1413

Childhood Friends and Siblings pre-canon + canonverse, ritmobrit + tsubomobrit

Request Dump 1 canonverse + rule 63, reimob 1428, reirit 1328

Reigen's Birthday age swap, implied mobrei 2814

Doctor by MiaMiaMia Fanart serial killer Mob AU, mobreimob

Three Heartbeats Fanart same age au, tsuboreimob 141414

The French anti-smoking ad but mobrei age swap

Reigen Abuse age swap & canonverse & furry (collection of art), nsfw, blood, loss of limbs, implied stabbing, implied sexual coercion, minorei

Snooze canonverse, mobritmob, implied somno & feet kink but only if you put on the fetish glasses

Treats For Supportive Brothers canonverse + precanon, nsfw-ish, mobritmob, Mob legs, biting

Illustrated Songs/Animations:

Cold Weather age swap, mobrei 2X1X–3X2X, 2 pages, ongoing

Tvivel canonverse, ekureimob, 2 pages, abandoned (due to technical difficulties and despair)

Brother's Tango canonverse, ritmob 1413, finished

Headcanons/Meta/Archived Messages:

ReiMob Bath Time canonverse, reimob, ambiguous ages

Edits:

Mother Marataka

Age Swap Reigen Spin

Girl With No Problems age swap, fem!Reigen

Demon Slayer

Art:

Tied nsfw, Zenitsu

Homestuck

Fics:

Teacher's Petification humanstuck AU, karkri, teacher–student, cousin incest, 2 436 words, ongoing

Dream bubble escapism doomed timeline x alpha timeline, karkri, 158 words, finished

Need pre-game, ⚠️, Hal wants a body, dirkhal, 5 033 words, ongoing

September: Home is where the heart is. humanstuck AU, karkri, sibling incest, 1 014 words, finished but has several parts

November: Little Love in the Sunlight humanstuck AU, karkri, sibling incest, 901 words, ongoing

Kankri goes grocery shopping humanstuck AU, nsfw, karkri, sibling incest, 535 words, finished but has several parts

December: We can be better humanstuck AU, karkri, sibling incest, collection of connected drabbles, 816 words, ongoing

A Mouth To Die For dreambubble doomed x alpha TL, karkri, 565 words, finished

Moomin

Fics:

Out of the valley, into the dream self insert dream AU

Gravity Falls

Fics:

bodyshopping and bargains post-canon, billdip, 2542 words, ongoing

The Amazing World of Gumball

Fics:

If cats drown in water do fish drown on land? mermaid Darwin AU, one-sided gumwin, 3 221 words, unfinished (will most likely stay that way)

#copyspaghetti writing #copyspaghetti art #mobreimob #reimobrei #mobu saiko 100 #mobrei #reimob #age swap mobrei #ritmob #gumwin #billdip #vantascest #shipcest #copyspaghetti masterlist

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gaelic-symphony · 7 months

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A Year in the Life: October

Twelve vignettes from the married life of Tara Lewis and Emily Prentiss, written for the Year of the OTP writing challenge.

Prompt: couples costume. Also part of @imagining-in-the-margins' office party challenge.

Words: 501

Warnings: none

Read on AO3 or below the cut

“I don’t think anyone’s going to get our costume,” Tara said. She leaned back against the arm of the couch as Emily straddled her lap, body paint in hand.

“Someone’s bound to get it,” Emily said, “Garcia’s friends are all a bunch of nerds.”

“Hey!” Tara laughed scoldingly, “Be nice! We’re nerds.”

“Exactly,” Emily replied, “That’s how I know they’ll get it. Now, hold still.” She began painting the pattern of Siuan Sanche’s tattoos across Tara’s chest and shoulders.

From the moment they’d gotten into The Wheel of Time, Tara and Emily knew exactly what their Halloween costume would be. It had taken them some time to get around to watching it, even though it was exactly the kind of show Tara usually loved. They’d written it off at first as another attempt to recreate the massive success of Game of Thrones with a television adaptation of a popular fantasy book series—it was something they’d watch eventually, when they found the time, which, of course, they never did. And then Penelope told them that it had both lesbian representation and a main character who was a dead ringer for Simmons, and suddenly Tara and Emily had all the time in the world. When they first saw Moiraine and Siuan together, it was like the Halloween costume gods had dropped a gift right in their laps: a fictional lesbian couple consisting of two middle-aged women, one white and one Black. If they didn’t dress up as Moiraine and Siuan, they’d be wasting the couples costume opportunity of a lifetime.

Emily’s face twisted into a pensive scowl as she concentrated on her work, and when the tip of her tongue peeked out from the corner of her mouth, Tara couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

“What’s so funny?” Emily asked.

“Nothing,” Tara said, “Little pufferfish…”

Emily grinned as she leaned in close to kiss her wife, then leaned back on her heels to admire her handiwork. “Perfect,” she said.

When the body paint was dry, Emily zipped up Tara’s long golden gown and pinned on her ornate gold headdress. Tara’s curls were twisted up into a bun on top of her head, and she wore gold earrings in the shape of seashells. Emily’s dark blue Moiraine dress was much simpler, but she’d had to sew on the high-necked collar herself. Tara had found some leather shoulder armor for her to wear, and she pinned Tara’s silver sapphire necklace to her hair like Moiraine’s crown. They stood next to each other in front of the mirror to assess their appearance. Their costume might be obscure, but anyone familiar with the series would immediately clock them as Moiraine and Siuan.

“My beautiful fishwife,” Tara said, tilting Emily’s chin up to kiss her, “I think you make a very good Moiraine.”

“And you make an excellent Siuan,” Emily said, gently brushing her finger over the tattoo marks below the hollow of Tara’s throat, “But I still think we should’ve asked Matt to dress up as Lan.”

#criminal minds #emily prentiss #tara lewis #temily #fanfic #otp #yotp 2023 #halloween #wheel of time

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kark-trooper-echo · 1 year

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I like when I can catch it on one of the 99s. Seeing 501 will be fun too.

If it ever gets to 1409, I'm throwing a party.

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beast1eb0ys · 5 months

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New Year’s Eve Party

Pairing: Adam ‘Ad-Rock’ Horovitz x Female Reader.

It was December 31st 1987 and MCA had invited you to his and Mike’s shared apartment in NYC for a New Year’s Eve celebration. You hesitated as you accepted the invite, aware that a certain someone would likely be in attendance.

MCA had extended the invite to your friend. You smirked at her, as you were slightly suspicious there was something between the two of them. You were both at your shared NYC apartment, rummaging through your closet for an appropriate outfit.

You collapsed to the floor, eyeing the piles and piles of clothes, still not having found the perfect outfit. The reason for this chaos, was a certain brown eyed Beastie Boy, whom you have had an embarrassing crush on for the past two years.

Your friend walked into your room, halting at the sight of you buried under the contents of your closet. “Jesus Christ. What the hell happened?” She laughed at the sight of your defeated face. She pulled you up off the floor as you eyed a pair of Levi 501s untouched in the closet.

You smiled as you pulled them on. “Damn girl!” She hyped you up as you twirled sarcastically. You chucked on low cut top as you headed downstairs, you pulled on your Adidas Campus and grabbed your jacket. You hopped into the cab waiting outside, leaving your jacket on the seat next to you.

As you arrived outside of MCA’s apartment, you pressed the buzzer and waited to be granted access into the building. You stepped into the elevator, anxiously twiddling your fingers and fixing your hair in the reflection.

“Fuck sake, I left my jacket in the cab!” You panicked, already feeling the cold air nipping at your bare arms. As you stepped off the elevator, knocking on MCA and Mike’s door, the anxiety in your chest heightens. You look up as someone answers the door, and your eyes meet his.

“Hey!” He grins at you, leaning on the door frame. You smile nervously, words catching in your throat. You were lost in his big brown eyes as they stared into yours. You felt your friend nudge you with her elbow, giving you the eye. “Oh. Sorry. Hi. Hey!” You stutter out, his smile growing as he chuckles at your delayed response.

You step inside, MCA approaching almost immediately and guiding your friend towards the rooftop, leaving you standing alone with Adam. You smile at him as you catch up, he offers you a drink that you accept. You can’t help but admire him as he speaks to you about their latest gigs, potential new album, travelling etc.

You’re lost in Adam’s eyes as Mike approaches you from behind, making you jump as he places a hand on your shoulder. “Long time, no see! Cmon, there’s some people I want you to meet.” He attempts to drag you away as you look at Adam with unsure eyes. “It’s okay. I’ll see you later.” He reassures, as Mike drags you away.

You’re stood outside on the rooftop, chatting with a few people as you begin to notice how cold you’re getting. You rub your arms in an attempt to heat yourself up. You teeth start to chatter as you look around for Mike or MCA to see if they have something in their closet you could borrow.

You excuse yourself from the group, scanning your eyes over the crowded rooftop. You’re about to head inside as you feel something wrap around your shoulders. You turn to find Adam, holding his denim jacket around you. “No, Adam. You’ll get cold!” You try to return the jacket as he stops you by placing two hands on your shoulders. “I’m good babe.” He smirks at you as you blush at his word choice.

You thank him quietly as you make your way to the edge of the rooftop, leaning against the railing to admire the city below. He stands next to you, shoulders brushing with yours as you breathe in deeply. You turn to find him already looking at you. “You look fly in my jacket.” He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, fingers lingering near your face.

Your breath hitches as you feel him lean closer, you can almost feel his breath on your face. As he’s about to close the distance between you, Mike comes running towards you, “Adam, it’s almost 12:00! You gotta come watch the fireworks!” Adam looks at him, shaking his head slightly as he grabs your hand leading you towards the large group.

You find your friend with MCA, smiling at her as you see their intertwined hands. You knew it. She excitedly pulls you into a hug, as the countdown for 1988 begins. You lock eyes with Adam who’s standing a few inches away from you, his eyes searching yours.

10

9

8

You feel Adam step closer.

7

6

5

His hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers.

4

3

2

You hold your breath, hoping for what you’ve been yearning for, for years.

1

The fireworks in the sky explode as Adam lifts your chin, pulling you into a passionate kiss. He cups your cheeks as you smile into the kiss, drinking all of him in.

As the cheers fade out, you pull away finding Adam’s lopsided grin staring back at you. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” He breathes as you chuckle, pulling him in for another kiss. Your friend, along with Mike and MCA watch proudly at their two stupid best friends.

#ad rock #adam horovitz #beastie boys #ad rock x reader #adam horovitz x reader #mca #mike diamond #adam yauch

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sambuckylibrary · 9 months

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The Complete List of Pride SamBucky Summer Bingo 2023 Pieces

Thank you all for participating in the SamBucky Summer Bingo 2023! There were a lot of fun and wonderful pieces and we hope you all enjoyed the event. Here is the full list of everything made for the Pride Card. we hope you all had a very fun summer!

PRIDE

Pride Parade SamBucky by @thesunwillart | Art | Fun, Vibrant, Pride Parade |

Love is Love by noe3489 | Rated: Not Rated | First Kiss, Pride Parade, Friends to Lovers | AO3 |

Looking Back, There Were Signs by @thatmexisaurusrex | Rated: T | WC: 501 words | Domestic Fluff, Tubing, Looking Back, There Were Signs |

Love Confessions by @thatmexisaurusrex | Rated: M | WC: 659 words | Hurt/Comfort, Love Confession, Mission Fic |

Let The World Know by @abarbaricyalp | Rated: G | WC: 1.6K words | Coming Out, Soft Morning Moment and Shenanigans, Sarah & Bucky Moment |

Coming Out by @thatmexisaurusrex | Rated: M | WC: 719 words | Coming Out, Just Got Together, Demisexual Sam Wilson |

Here are the lists for:

Beach

Camp

Delacroix

Pride

We had the best time running this event and we hope you all had a great time too!

- The Mods

#sbsummer2023 #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambuckylibrary #sambucky fanfiction #sambucky art #sambucky event #onlysambucky #mod: thatmexisaurusrex

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octuscle · 6 months

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Hey support

So I decided to go to my first fetish event at a club next weekend, but being a shy always in my own head kinda guy I was a little anxious about the whole thing. So I thought, I might find some temporary presets or changes on Chronivac to last for the night to get me out of my own head and make me feel more at home with being at the event.

I think I messed something up though, cause although the changes are suppose to be temporary and only for the day/night of the event, I can’t put my finger on it, but things seem to be changing in my daily life right now, over a week before the big day.

It's Sunday morning. According to your memory, you had a quiet Saturday evening on the sofa. Chips, Netflix, a bit of wanking. A perfectly normal Saturday evening. But why the hell do you have this hangover? And the apartment smells of beer and cigar smoke. Full ashtrays in the kitchen. Empty whiskey glasses. Full condoms on the floor. A few jockstraps. Empty poppers bottles. What was going on here yesterday. And where did that hairy, snoring fellow on your sofa come from?

It's 6pm when you finally get rid of the fellow (hottest Sunday morning sex ever), you've tidied up and cleaned. Now you feel like a cigar. But not at home anymore. You've just got rid of the smell to some extent. But now you need a whiskey and a cigar.

You actually thought that the stranger on the sofa owned the biker boots and the leather jacket at the coat check. But he left your apartment wearing just one of the jockstraps from the kitchen floor and a pair of tracksuit bottoms. But now you're standing in front of your hallway mirror with one of the jockstraps, a 501, a white T-shirt that doesn't fit at all badly, the boots and the leather jacket. And you like what you see. There are cigars in the leather jacket. And as if remote-controlled, you walk through the evening streets until you find yourself standing in front of an inconspicuous door in the basement of a side street. You ring the bell. The doorman greets you with a fist bump and says it's good to see you back. Your regular seat at the bar is free. Your whiskey and ashtray are ready before you can even take a seat. You like Sunday evenings here. No curious tourists. No hustle and bustle. Real men who want their peace and quiet. And maybe a quick fuck. The fellow who disappears into the toilet had clearly made eye contact with you beforehand. You follow him…

Monday morning. Shit, you could have stayed in bed for another hour. But you have to look good at the weekend. And you have to go to the gym before work. And you're still wearing the urine-yellow and cum-encrusted jockstrap from yesterday. Your cock never gets limp when you wear it. Your PA shines through the stretched fabric. Fuck, you're so horny that you have to jerk off in the shower. And with every movement, your PA gets a little thicker. And your circumcised foreskin comes back. As you stuff your sweaty clothes into your gym bag and put on your suit, you think wistfully of your leather jacket. You miss the smell of masculinity in your work clothes… And the creak of leather.

On Tuesday after work, you get changed and go to your favorite barbershop. Hair radically short, beard in shape. On the Friday before the party, you only need to have the contours corrected once. You're actually always here twice a week. Great atmosphere. You're not the only man sitting in the styling chair in leather jeans. And with a cigar and a glass of whiskey, it's almost like being in your favorite bar. And once you've changed your clothes and had your hair done, you can see what's going on in the bar. As you might expect, not much. But Hendrik, the Danish barman, plays with your nipple piercings. And just before you leave, there's a submissive skinhead who first serves as your urinal and then gives you a blowjob. Good evening!

Yesterday was a normal day at the gym, but on Thursday you realize that the big fetish events are in town this weekend. There are more men than usual at the weights in the morning. And the men are bigger, more muscular and hairier than usual. It smells of sweat and musk. The air is full of testosterone. Damn, there's more than one ass you'd like to fuck. And a number of fellows obviously wouldn't be averse either. But you won't cum until tomorrow night. You want maximum pressure on your balls. You spend the evening with leather waxes, brushes and polishing cloths. Boots, pants, jackets, shirts, harnesses… There's a hell of a lot of black leather to polish to a high shine. Your new fullsleave has healed perfectly. The new sling is hanging, the St. Andrew's cross is fitted and tomorrow morning you'll swap the cotton sheets for black leather. You are a neat freak. But planning and preparation is everything!

Today is Friday, so you can wear leather trousers to the office. The dirty jockstrap and cock ring underneath. The white button-down shirt will be changed quickly later. You don't want to waste any time.

You change in the barbershop to the cheers of the other customers. Zac takes the opportunity to trim the fur on your chest. There are already long queues outside the club. You don't care. You just walk through to the entrance. You greet the doorman with a handshake and a French kiss. He returns the favor by grabbing your bulge. Fuck, your balls are about to burst. The party can start.

Pic found @my-gear-smoking-favourites

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #male transformation #muscle transformation #leather tf

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