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astroels · 1 year

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Pretty girl

E.Williams x Reader

Cw: weed usage, making out, bad flirting, Ellie gets eaten out and fingered, reader thigh rides and gets fingered, use of soft/sweet pet names, supposed to be lovey dovey sex, their first time, porn with some plot, tit sucking, Ellie is a little awkward

Wc: 3.3k

A/n: inspired by the song nuts, also using this as an excuse to imagine a high fuck with Ellie to make myself feel better, and sweet so I can feel the love, feel free to leave criticism, first time writing smut like this :)

I'm making this with how I imagine her in Jackson before everything traumatizing happens in tlou2

MDNI +18

The invite from Dina earlier on about sneaking past midnight to hangout with her, Jesse, and Ellie wandered through your mind all day. You knew it was probably just to get Ellie distracted from Dina and Jesse basically eye fucking each other the whole time. But then again, knowing weed came with the package was convincing enough. You needed the reliever and who knows? maybe you and Ellie could connect further than greetings and her helping out when you struggled.

Upon your arrival, Dina guided you into a basement with a small L-shaped couch. It definitely wasn't any of their houses. You assumed it was just a hideout. "Let me go grab everything real quick." She let out a friendly wink to you and left you with Jesee and Ellie. Standing around awkwardly was going to be the death of you, so you decided to take a seat next to Ellie, which happened to be the corner that formed the L, considering Dina would be snuggled with Jesse on the other side. As you sat, Ellie gave you a welcoming smile and focused her attention back to Jesse as he spoke.

"Never took you for the type to smoke," Jesse let out while fixing his sitting position to lay back further. "Just need the relief today, that's all." Jesse nodded with an upside down grin to show his approval. But you can't help but notice the smirk he gives Ellie with raised eyebrows after, and the way she just hides her smile at the gesture. It feels like they know something you don't, perhaps just an inside joke.

Dina comes seconds later with two joints. Were those to share? Surely one was for her and Jesse, that left you and Ellie having to share it. Rather intimate for someone you didn't know well, but fuck it, you were here already. "Here ya go." Dina gently threw the lighter at Ellie while giving you your joint. "Hope you don't mind sharing, only got two from last patrol." Ellie and you both looked at each other at the same time for an answer. Both of you awkwardly laughed, "yeah, t's alright." Ellie said as she gestured you to come closer, patting the spot next to her.

Jesse lit the joint while it laid on Dina's lips; Eyeing them both, Ellie turned to you with one of her smirks and the childish fire in her eyes, "Wanna try that?" Of course you did, the thought of it felt so intimate, it made your heart beat fast. "Yeah, yeah," you said as you quickly placed the joint between your lips.

Ellie watched you intently, never letting go of her focus on you. After she saw you put your hand back down, Ellie held your jaw with her hand to keep it steady as she turned on the lighter with her other. "This alright?" She asked in such a gentle voice, you swear you were feeling butterflies in your stomach. Her touch felt like fire you'd been waiting for her to ignite this whole time. You felt yourself get warm, but there was a fire in front of you after all. You simply let out a, mhm, and she lit it.

You inhaled, taking in the strong aroma of it. Turning away from Ellie, you exhaled, feeling the breathe of your lungs leaving. After the first drag, you passed it to Ellie as Jesse spoke. "So, uh," Jesse gestered his head towards Ellie, "Saw you talking to Cat earlier this week." Ellie started coughing, the air of the joint getting stuck in her lungs. Dina gave Jesse an unsure stare as Ellie talked. "Yeah, she uhm, wanted to give me some of my stuff back." Ellie quickly took another drag after her words.

You found yourself growing curious of her relationship with Cat. You were never too deep in their circle, so word never got to you. As she passed you the joint, you spoke before inhaling. "Were you guys anything serious?" This was your opportunity to finally break in and see if you stood a chance with her, before you thought about falling too hard. You began to inhale once she started talking. "Yeah, I'd like to think so," Ellie nodded her head along with her words. You passed the joint to Ellie as Dina spoke.

Dina, noticing the tense atmosphere, pitched in jokingly, "Well if you ever break my heart, you're never getting anything back." She grinned towards Jesse after her remark. "How about, I just never give you anything from now on," He grinned even wider, raising his brows to make his comment feel light. "Rude." Dina jokingly smacked him, telling him he'd better not. Those two got along so well with their jokes, you just wondered how long they'd be fine this time, knowing their relationship. "Well how about you." He gestered his eyes towards you. "You ever been in anything serious?"

"Not really no, not much time to think about that sorta stuff." Both Jesse and Dinna nodded in understanding. You breathed in the smoke again, waiting for the nerves to start releasing from your body. You looked at Ellie to see her reaction, see if any part of her wanted you. Just as you thought she wasn't going to say anything, she went ahead. "Ever think about it?" Passing her the joint, your fingers brushed against hers, both of you making eye contact. It was now or never to give her a hint. "I've had my eye on someone."

Jesse and Dina being the instigators they are, gave each other sneaky smirks and agreed it was their time to go. "Alright, well, I think we should be going." Jesse stood as Dina put out their joint. "Got patrol in the morning, and this one," He looks at Dina, "is a horrible morning riser." Both you and Ellie laugh at his comment, nodding to their departure. Before Dina makes her way out she says Jesse is the actual horrid riser, in redemption.

After they are both gone, a silence falls between you and Ellie. You don't want to leave just yet, you still haven't left your stresses behind and find odd comfort in Ellie's presence. Could be the weed, but it felt so good. Clearing your throat quickly, you speak "So, uhm, I still have some time to kill." You tilt your head, looking at her. "If you do?" You said in a questioning tone. Ellie looked up to meet your eyes too, taking the joint from you. "Yeah, I do." Her voice came out raspy. You loved the tune of her voice, the way it filled your ears made you feel high alone.

Starting to lose nerves, you're able to relax and be more forward with Ellie while talking. It's all you've needed all night. "Are you usually this quiet?" You ask Ellie in genuine curiosity. You'd thought that she was really out going with how you saw her joke around. Ellie let's out a wonky smile, tilting her head, "Only around pretty girls." In turn, you smiled at her after exhaling the smoke from the drag you took. Ellie's confidence seemed to boost; The weed was finally letting things come out. Passing her the joint, you look her in the eyes, "You're not too bad yourself, babe." Calling people babe had become a habit, a bad one.

Ellie's facial expression quickly goes from shocked to a smirk. God, you loved that smirk. "Babe, huh?" Ellie moved herself closer to you, inhaling and exhaling from the joint, one last time. "Babe fits you pretty well," you replied, moving close and tilting your head. Without question, she put out the joint on the tray that laid on the coffee table. Eyeing the way the muscles on her arm moved with her tattoo made you feel warm. You bet they'd feel as good as they looked. Ellie caught you staring, which made her move her arms more consciously, aware of your stare.

Not knowing what to say next, Ellie scoots closer subtly, looking from your lips to your eyes. You wanted to kiss her lips since the beginning of the night. The way they wrapped around the joint, they looked incredibly enticing to make yours. You gave Ellie the same look, begging her with your eyes to kiss you already. With this, she leaned in, just close enough to almost touch your lips. You decided to close the distance after she gave a subtle nod to your eyes.

Ellie deepened the kiss, grabbing your face to hold it steady and long. She seemed to be getting hungry, wanting access to your mouth even further. It felt like she had never gone slow before, never took her time. Before she could try anything, you pull away, wanting to bask in the moment of sweetness. "Slow, Els." She nodded in understanding as you finally connected your lips again.

This time, it feels more intimate, soft with the hints of hunger needed to make it passionate. Each time you took a moment to breathe, there was a want in her eyes, a need that she had for this. Her eyes looked dreamy, the hazziness adding to the constant tension between the air. Ellie bites your bottom lip with urgency, impatient that you made her wait. You gasp at the sudden pain as she leads the kissing at her pace.

She holds your jaw as you hold her hair to control the motions while kissing. Your other hand snakes down to tug at her shirt. Once she gets the hint, she sits up a little straighter to pull it off. While she does, you stand up and make her switch positions with you, leaving her at the corner part of the couch. Not wanting Ellie to feel lonely in her sports bra, you take off your shirt.

The way Ellie looked laid back on her elbows, waiting for you, made your heart feel heavy. Her eyes moving to each of your curves and marks made you hot inside. Assuming Ellie was ready, you straddled her, your bottom making contact with her upper thighs. This movement made Ellie mutter under her breath in shock. She was so awkward in this hottest way possible.

"Fuck, uhm, where do I?" Ellie held her hands up, scared to make you uncomfortable with her hand placement. "Anything is alright, babe." You led her arms to your hips, giving her access to explore anywhere she wanted. As you leaned down to continue kissing Ellie, you felt her squeeze the skin that covered your hips. She did this motion as if she'd been doing it for all her life, moving up and down your sides slightly.

After a while, you made your way down her neck, leaving your saliva and marks on it. Ellie let out small gasps and moans under your touch when you reached near her ear. The way it sounded was everything you had ever dreamed. It sounded almost pornographic when she let out a noise. Craving her noises, you continued to suck on that spot till you eventually made your way down to her sports bra. Without a thought, Ellie propped herself up, and you helped her take it off, throwing it somewhere behind the couch.

You could see Ellie's nipples harden due to the exposed cold air. Ellie felt insecure to the sudden exposure, but quickly forgot once she felt your tounge on her right boob. You swirled your tounge around her nipple as you played with the other with your hand. A string of saliva was left as you copied the motion to her other boob, making your way down her stomach. You could feel the way it hardened with each tense motion Ellie made. Once you reached the waistband of her jeans, you looked up. "C'mon, pretty baby, help me out." you said in a sweet tone. Ellie let out a little laugh and picked up her waist, so you could pull her pants down, worrying about her underwear next. Once her jeans were completely off, you asked before going any further.

"This alright?" You hooked your finger under her underwear. Ellie looked down on you, looking a bit flustered. "No one's actually ever, uhm, gone down on me." She let out a breathe as if it was the biggest secret ever. Your heart fluttered at the thought of you being her first, the first to ever give her the pleasure. "That's alright, you tell me what feels good, yeah?" Ellie nodded, biting her lip as she waited for you to pull her underwear down. You pulled them, making sure to untangle them from her ankles. Her pussy looked so pretty, waiting in anticipation. You pushed her legs open with your arms as you made space for your head.

As you hooked your arm against her legs, you began to kiss her inner thigh, teasing her before touching her pussy. You could feel Ellie's low breathing and squirms at the sensitive tissue on her thigh. You inched closer to her center and finally saw how wet she was. It covered her folds so sweetly. It reminded you of a popsicle melting, just waiting to be licked up. You started at her opening, collecting the slickness to bring evenly to the top. This alone had Ellie's breath faltering. When you reached her clit, you swirled your tounge around it, wanting to gain a reaction of Ellie's gasps. You sucked on her clit sloppily, looking up to see her red doozy eyes staring at you. Her breathe hitched, her chest rising and falling with the motions of your mouth.

You went down to her opening to tease it some more. "Fuck, babe." Ellie said in a broken voice. You moved your mouth back up to tease her clit as you added a finger in. Her pussy accepted it with ease, seeming ready for another. "Are you okay for the second one?" You hummed, picking your head up slightly to see her face. A second hadn't even gone by when Ellie nodded her head with a mhm. When you slid in the second finger, Ellie's pussy clenched around them in want. You wanted to tease her about it, but she had already looked flustered, her tattooed arm laid across her face, hiding her eyes. "I'll take care of you, sweet girl." you cooed at her while dipping back down to her pussy.

You pumped your fingers slightly in and out while you switched from a hooked gesture and back to normal with your fingers. As Ellie got used to it, she started getting more vocal, letting out moans of pleasure. You decided to encircle her clit with your mouth again, wanting to get the most from this. As soon as Ellie felt the shocking waves, she couldn't help but become more vocal. "Oh fuck'm, babe, right there," you hummed into her pussy as acknowledgement of her comment. You fucked her with your fingers at a faster pace, feeling her clench and stomach tense up more often. " 'm gonna come, holy fuck," It came out as a slurred moan, but you understood her. Picking up your head, you watched the way her boobs moved with her grinding to catch her wave faster. Within the second, you felt her pussy clench a final time and release her juices. Helping her ride out her orgasm, you removed your fingers and lapped at her cunt with your tounge.

Once she calmed, her head tilted down, she looked even more dreamy than before. She quickly positioned her legs closed, pulling you in for a kiss. As sloppy as it was, you enjoyed the taste of her on your tongue and the way it mixed with her saliva now. Ellie pulled away after a few seconds to speak. "You're fucking amazing at that," You flushed and giggled, replying "You coulda had me way sooner y'know." Ellie just grinned not knowing what to say. She had her hands massaging your hips again.

With the feeling of Ellie beneath you, you quickly became aware of how wet you had been and how much you needed her. Ellie seemed to notice the shift in your playful attitude. She patted your ass as a signal to get up. "Take these off f'me." You quickly got up to unbutton your jeans, taking them off and leaving them on the floor. You decided to do the same with your underwear, leaving yourself in your bra. Ellie patiently waited for you, eyeing your every movement. You could see her eyes looking at every inch of you, licking her lips unconsciously.

You decided to straddle her thigh instead of her waist this time, desperate to feel release. When your pussy came in contact with her skin, it felt heavenly, it was cold compared to the heat from your pussy. Ellie smirked at the feeling of your wetness on her. You leaned down to kiss her, completely enthralled in making out with her while grinding. You had your hand on Ellie's chest and the other on her jaw to stable yourself while she had hands on your ass, guiding you. The way she helped you move made you moan into her mouth so often. Eventually, Ellie moved from your mouth, leaving small kisses down your jaw towards your neck. She nibbled while sucking, gaining whines from you.

Ellie reached your chest, quickly fumbling with the clasp to remove your bra. Once she did, she placed her plump lips on your tits, sucking and twirling her tounge everywhere. You held your hands in her hair, messing it up to follow your pleasure. Your ass felt cold as Ellie removed a hand. She instead moved her tatted arm under your pussy. She moved her fingers towards your slit and back up to your clit, collecting your slickness. Her fingers had been a completely different pleasure. You could feel their coldness and the way they were rough. You couldn't contain your want for her any longer. "Els, please just put 'em in already." It came out in a low gaspy tone. "We're getting there, pretty girl," is all she said when she detached herself from your boobs. Ellie continued to tease your clit, aggravatingly slow. Her other hand had to stop you from bucking into her fingers.

After a few moment, Ellie put her ring and middle finger in. With the sudden insertion, You held her close, letting out moans near her ear for her to hear. Ellie moved her fingers at a constant pace in you. You met her pace, grinding on her fingers for the extra pleasure. "You look so sweet like this, my pretty girl." Ellie said it in such a way that sounded demeaning. There was a sudden flush of embarrassment that ran through your blood, but you continued to grind on her fingers, bringing her face back to your lips to kiss. The build up of how well she was hitting your right spots warmed your body. Everything felt extra hazy, as if you were reaching the stars. "Els, I'm close," that was all Ellie needed to precede going.

Ellie kept hitting the spot, making you moan out loud, sounding pornographic. You were clenching around Ellie's fingers unapologetically, so close. Once you came, Ellie continued, helping you ride out your orgasm. Still straddling Ellie's thigh, she brought up her fingers and licked them clean, staring right at you. "You taste 'sgood, my pretty girl." Your grin reached your ears without you wanting to. You were just so happy to have done this with her, happy she chose you.

You and Ellie both flopped after, cuddling, skin to skin, on the couch. "I think I love you, Els." The sudden confession made Ellie giggle. "I think it's a little too late for that, my love." She said and gave you a kiss on your forehead. Both of you knew you should've gotten up and left, but you were much too tired, and enjoyed the closeness of each other. Whoever woke up first, would deal with it, for now you were happy being her pretty girl.

Tags: @prrimordiais @puckssbunny @hazelnutsforellie @soapisokay @ellieismami

#ellie williams #lesbian #elliesstar #ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie tlou #tlou 2

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mysouleaten · 2 months

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ITS GOING TO GET COLD..

PLATONIC! izana & kakucho x PARENTAL! reader

summary ... izana and kakucho make a promise to their mother, promising to come back home safe and well... one of them didn't get to fulfill that promise

warnings ... angst, hurt/no comfort, izana being soft before his death, death, author's second time writing angst.. aaand its not proofread

three shots.

three shots to the chest izana kurokawa took for kakucho

blood was pushed out of his mouth as it leaked down his chin and down his throat

but even while izana was slowly dying from blood loss he moved his eyes to look at kakucho who was leaning over his body

"im..sorry kakucho.. but- ..but I don't think ill make it home.. for mom"

kakucho's eyes widened with tears and izana calling their adoptive parent 'mom' for the first time... he just wished it was under better circumstances

he izana coughs "can..you make it home for me?.. tell ma I love her.. that I've always loved her.."

"izana- yes- please stop taking.. you can tell her that yourself!" kakucho stumbles over his words

"hey..you two, come back home ok? promise me you'll only come back with few injuries" [name] their legal adoptive parent asked with a quiet voice

she stood by the front door of izana's and kakucho's childhood house

izana looked over his shoulder and smiled "don't worry, we'll be fine, no one is going to beat us"

kakucho nodded, agreeing with izana

they both gave their parent a warm hug izana departed to his bike first while kakucho stayed behind

"kakucho, please keep each other safe, ok? I don't want any calls from the hospital!" she chuckles

kakucho just laughs a little "don't worry mom, we promised, didn't we? we'll be back home soon!"

kakucho turned around to leave the porch and got on his own motorbike and waved to his mother while izana smiled softly at her before they drove off together

"oh please be safe.. I love you two so much I couldn't bear losing you two.."

izana looks up at mikey "my mother.. real mother, she's home alone.., can... you keep her safe for me alongside kakucho..?"

mikey stood silent and kakucho's tears started to build up more "izana! don't say that! we promised we'd come home together...i promised her t-that!.."

"y..yeah we did, huh?.. shes probably already made lunch for us..

but it's going to get cold.."

kakucho couldn't bring himself to knock on the door

he stood there for what seems like forever.. the words that izana spoke replaying in his mind like a broken record..

"she made lunch for us.."

"it's going to.. get cold"

"tell..mom I love her form.. me"

"..keep her safe"

"don't let her cry..."

don't let her cry? how was he going to do that? he knew the minute he uttered the words of izana's death.. she was going to break down

he finnly opened the front door and entered the home

it was dark. he closed the door behind him and looked around, on the left side of the room the kitchen table had lunch that their mother made for them but it got...cold

she probably was waiting for so long for them to get back.. like they always did.. together

he then looked to the right and saw the TV on, and a figure peacefully sleeping on the couch

he slowly walked around the couch, kakucho stood in front of his parent and gently shook her shoulder and she woke up

slowly blinking away the sleep and looking up at kakucho with a hopeful smile but then it turned into a light frown and she looked around

she was looking for her oldest son..

"wheres.. izana?"

kakucho sucked in a sharp breath "h-he didn't make it mom...."

nothing could have prepared him for the violent sob that left his and izana's mother that night..

taglist ... @coryfromtokyo

hahah im still really rusty at writing angst :)

I SWEAR IF THIS DOESN'T SHOW UP IN THE TAGS ILL GO NUTS

#OH THIS GOT A LITTLE KICK TO IT..#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers angst #izana kurokawa x reader #kakucho x reader #izana kurokawa #kakucho #angst #post not showing up

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sleepyhollo · 11 months

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Ya know what?

You fuckin Know

wat? I’m sleep deprived, I suck at colouring and I don’t think I even have the energy or motivation left to finish this because I have already drove myself nuts on getting every lil thing right and fixing and tweaking SO.MANY.THINGS with it that if I try and colour I will just get angry and hate the art piece and think I’ve ruined it. Its a common occurrence sadly

Cute shit. We love to see it. I FINALLY kicked my art block after like 2 years after playing a game with a buncha people and doing a bunch of stuff for that. Apparently now i can draw again. And apparently everything I have been drawing involves a lot of feathers I swear to FUCK I HATE FEATHER- ahem Julian is my favourite boi ever and every time I read his reversed ending I sob like a fucking baby so I wanted to draw cute shit of him and my MC. I have yet to draw him in just his human form because I still struggle drawing humans. ESPECIALLY if its like a character from smth and I go insane trying to make sure it definitely looks like the character. Think I got this pretty spot on tho ngl, and its one of the most detailed linearts I have EVER done. f e a t h e r s s s s s Anyways, enjoy, and don’t art steal or I will bite your face off. Respectfully. Or not so respectfully PS: More sprite edits soon I’m just a lazy bitch rn

#The Arcana Game #the arcana #julian devorak #arcana julian #Reversed ending Julian #birblian #My fuckin bird husband #i love him #my art #my mc #arcana mc #quack <3

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maturemenoftvandfilms · 5 months

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Lt. Governor Randy McNally

Featuring Tenn. Lt. Governor Randy McNally

Here I am on a trip to Nashville, TN to hook up with a guy who happens to be Tennessee Lt. Governor Randy McNally. We've been communicating through Instagram which have been mostly supportive, and arguably flirtatious. Nowhere near cyber-sex, but I had the 79-year-old grandfather so horned up with my pics that we had to meet. And I’ve always been daddy fodder.

When I got to Randy's room, he was ready and waiting. He was still in his suit, watching porn he’d ordered and already sporting a big hard cock too which was already turning me on. I walked further in and he followed me with his eyes. Hmmm, this might be fun, I thought.

"You look sexy." I said in a playful manner as he got up to greet me with a kiss. As I began to kiss him back, I slowly felt the silky smooth texture of his tongue sliding in my mouth. I felt his hands grab my bare ass and pulled me closer to him. I could feel his cock growing hard as my own stiff cock rubbed against him.

“Finn, you can turn a rainy day into rainbows and sunshine!” He said as we momentarily broke our kiss.

Quickly, he started unbuttoning my shirt, unzipping my pants, and basically tearing my clothes off as he moved his tongue around inside my mouth. This are not the actions of a ‘grandfather’ working to ‘encourage’ Tennesseans. These are the actions of a perverted 80-year-old man looking to fulfill his closeted sexual desires. And I love it.

I asked him if he’d been with a lot of guys before, and he told me just one and that all they’d done was jerk off together. I told him he was in for a treat.

By now he was working his shirt off as we made our way back to the bed. He was hopping on one leg as a shoe came off, followed by his sock. He shook his shirt off his arm, as he got his other shoe and sock off. His pants fell to the floor. His jockeys were tented out, as he stepped out of his pants. He slipped them down, and I had to stop undressing, and stare at his wonderful dick. All six inches of it pointed out and was framed by his grayish brown pubic bush. His nuts were hanging low to his body. He spun around, like a dancer and showed off his butt grinning before saying, "It's all yours, Finn."

I was just staring at his body. The body Randy was giving me. I was overcome with lust as all my blood had to be in my 7- inch dick. I broke my trance when Randy moved to me, and as he was undoing my belt, he whispered, "Like what you see, do you?"

I could only nod. I placed the palms of my hands on his chest, as he opened my pants. His hand was on my hard dick, feeling and testing the size.

"Oh, yeah." He moaned, as he ran his hand down my tender, sensitive cock. I was afraid I was going to cum right then.

Slowly, Randy lowered himself until his mouth was at my crotch, and he ran his tongue up all seven inches, before gently pushing me towards the bed as our bodies melded into one. His hard dick was teasing mine, as once again, our tongues found the other's mouth. We squirmed up onto the bed, without letting go of our grip on the other. Hands everywhere, as we hugged and rocked each other.

Randy started kissing my chest, travelling lower and lower. He took my cock into his hot mouth, and I knew this was what I wanted. His mouth left my hard dick, as his tongue licked my nuts. I had to tell him that I wanted to taste his cock. But this married grandfather was a ferocious cock hound. He couldn’t get enough of sucking my cock, and from the way he was doing it, mine wasn’t the first dick that old Randy had sucked.

I grabbed his head and started fucking his mouth. No mater how hard I shoved my cock down his throat, the old cock sucker took it and pushed his face against my crotch for more. His mouth was so hot I thought it was going to burst. I couldn’t remember it getting a blow job this good. I was getting close to cuming when Randy suddenly pulled away.

At first I thought that he had enough, but then he turned his cotton white ass toward me and said, "Do it, Finn. Fuck me. Fuck me now. Please, Finn. I need to be fucked."

I took one look at his hairy ass with his set of bull balls hanging down between his legs, spit on my hand and slicked up my cock the best I could. Seeing his hairy ass and his huge balls started my cock throbbing. Hell, I thought I was going to shoot off before I could get my head into him. But damn if his hairy asshole didn’t almost suck my cock inside. I knew then and there that Randy had been doing more than just sucking cocks. And talking about hot!

Then I was holding his hairy ass with both hands and fucking him so hard that Randy was shaking his head and moaning like a two-dollar whore. Suddenly, this 79-year-old East Tennessee Republican was screaming, "fuck me" over and over again. Every so often he would squeeze my dick with his ass muscles, rocked left and right, spreading his legs a bit wider as I continued to pick up the pace.

I was close to emptying my seed, when I put him on his back, and fuck his ass the way he would have fucked his wife, missionary style. I begain running my hands all over that wonderful, hairy chest while my cock repeatedly drilled his ass as old Randy grabbed his cock and started jacking it. By the time I was getting close, my married man was begging me to fuck him harder. And from the look on his face, he was getting close too.

I double my effort and pounded his butt even harder. That did it. With a loud cry, he grabbed the bed sheets and his cock spewed cum all over his chest and stomach, his body convulsing with each spurt. It was only another three or four strokes before I slammed up against him and held myself there, my dick in him as deep as it could get.

"Fuck!" I gasped as my cock began to throb, pumping my load into his ass. Another married man conquered and another notch on my bedpost.

#Randy McNally #fan fiction

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ramrage · 9 months

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“fitting a square peg into a square peg” or “and they both were tops”

chapter 5: the cat, in three parts

work rating: E

chapter rating: T

characters: John “Soap” MacTavish, Simon “Ghost” Riley, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick cameo, John Price cameo

Tags: Sexual Tension, terrible flirting, Masturbation, First Time Bottoming, Fantasizing

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

ao3 link

PART 1: THE CAT THAT GOT THE CREAM

Remember that part where Soap wished Ghost’s big ass body would crush him to death? Right, scratch that, actually.

Call it what you want—post-nut clarity or crushing asphyxiation-induced hypoxemia, but the whole notion was kind of losing its charm. Soap was actually sort of shocked. Wanting some distance from Ghost? Unthinkable.

All the same, he did, though under the fight-or-flight response was the sweetness of being pressed so close, sweaty skin to sweaty skin, and Ghost was still in him.

Couldn’t fucking breathe, though.

He gave Ghost a moment or two to catch his breath, gentleman that he was, before tapping twice against his flank.

“Ghost,” he said, strained, when the massive body on top of him didn’t move. In fact, it hardly responded, just groaned a little. “Ghost, you’re crushing me.”

This seemed to light the fire under Ghost’s ass and all at once, the weight on top of him and inside of him was gone, leaving Soap shockingly free but also empty. “Fuck, sorry ‘bout that.”

“All good,” Soap said after ripping a couple deep breaths. With the oxygen returning to his brain, the reality of the situation hit him. He took inventory of the important bits:

- There was cum oozing down his ass

- It was Ghost’s cum

- Holy shit

- Ghost fucked him. Fucking hell.

- and Ghost was still there, panting, to the left of him.

Instead of addressing any of this, Soap decided to say something intelligent.

“Why do you have a bed in your office?”

“It works for me,” Ghost reasoned, not particularly pressed about it. He was still busy sucking air into his body. Fair enough.

“Right.”

Situation Inventory item number 1 was a new feature of the post-coital experience for Soap, and he felt a pang of remorse for all the sorry sods he’d placed in such a position. As Ghost was doing presently, he was used to just lying there, waiting for his soul to do a few laps around the room before rejoining his body, none the wiser that his partners were dripping uncomfortably below or to the side of him—he never left them waiting too long, but all the same, he wasn’t hip to how pressing the matter could be.

Maybe they were used to it or otherwise didn’t mind, but Soap wasn’t quite at that point in his Bottom Journey yet. “Do you have anything I can…” he glanced at his filthy body hoping it was enough to convey his need. For a handful of reasons, he didn’t really feel like bringing words to his leaking ass.

Ghost grunted—apparently his post-nut language of choice—before heaving his body up on a forearm to better survey the room. “I’ve got a shirt,” he offered after a moment or two. Charming.

“Alright, you wanna get it or would you prefer I drip around your office?”

“Fuck, Soap, need a second to catch my breath,” Ghost whined, rolling off the bed as requested nonetheless, like a naked, grumpy butler.

Soap smirked, “Thought I gave you plenty of time to recover. Can’t keep up, old man?”

PART 2: CURIOSITY KILLS THE CAT

A displeased noise crawled from Ghost’s throat as he tossed a shirt Soap’s way, and it was probably no accident that it landed perfectly across Soap’s face, the fucken arsehole. “I’m not old,” Ghost grumbled with averted eyes, sounding pissed, of course, but almost a little…bashful? How fucken sweet. He seemed to debate something internally before continuing, “that was just…”

Soap waited for the end of the sentence, but it never came. Speaking of “came” and its various conjugations, he took sick pleasure in wiping the cum from his arsecrack with his commanding officer’s tee shirt—a cherry on top of his most literal interpretation of “fuck authority” to date. He respected authority plenty, but he chafed at it all the same. “Aw, what, L.t.? Did I fuck you senseless?”

It was with the same reticence that Ghost eventually swallowed and told Soap to piss off, but the lack of heat made it easy for Soap to delude himself into believing that yes, he did fuck his Lieutenant senseless. Delusion though it may have been, it was a necessary one because Soap would’ve otherwise crawled out of his skin at the fragile, fawn-legged silence that followed.

Maybe Ghost needed space despite—or as a direct result—of all they had just done. That made sense. Soap played it casual as he quietly got dressed, as if he wasn’t a bit let down, as if he didn’t feel like a butterfly specimen on pins under Ghost’s eyes, which resolutely watched him in their peripheral, if at all. He was just as fucking cool, calm, and collected when he bid Ghost goodnight and shut the door behind him.

The first thing he did when he got to his room was hop in the shower to finish the job Ghost’s tee shirt couldn’t complete. Ah, the old shower. Another monument to this interesting history. He huffed a laugh, just to himself, when he reached between his legs like he had that first time, just for very different reasons.

“Good god, man,” he thought to himself, “get out of your head. You got what you wanted. Why are you acting so fucken bizarre?”

It’s not like he realistically expected any more than he’d gotten, and realistically, he’d gotten more than he expected. He just had the best lay of his life but was moping around because what? They didn’t cuddle afterwards? Pathetic.

Falling into bed afterwards was easy, falling into sleep was easy enough, too. His unease was fighting a losing battle against his sated and tired body. He spent those twilight moments thinking about cats, weird that it was.

He was the cat that got the cream (ha), but he couldn’t help but remember that curiosity also killed the cat.

On the other hand, satisfaction brought them back. And then that thing about their nine lives. All nonsensical bullshit of a half-wake brain but all the same fitting, fitting stuff because he was feeling like a complete and total pussy.

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Soap was actually rather proud of how he handled the post-shag days, and the good behavior wasn’t easily-earned. No, not by any stretch of the definition, but he was an SAS man, for christ’s sake, and that meant he was no stranger to self-discipline.

If he wasn’t, he would’ve avoided Ghost like the fucking plague which, coincidentally, he was very much tempted to do whenever he caught sight of Ghost’s hulking figure. Aptly fucking named, because the man made himself scarce as all hell, haunting the periphery of Soap’s existence.

Soap wasn’t sure how he wanted to categorize this.

On the one hand, he was pleased to not have to steel himself and strap a mask of normalcy to his sweaty face, but on the other hand, he wanted to take the awkwardness, hold it in his hands and squeeze until something came out of it—bitter or sweet, it didn’t matter.

All the same, he thought he handled the few moments of interaction with as much grace as one could. Like nothing had ever happened. Like he didn’t know how Ghost tasted or felt, or how he sounded when he came undone.

Even though Soap craved to, he knew better than to push this fragile, fragile issue. And god, did he want to push it.

If the pre-shag days were foreplay, this was edging, but if edging was fucking horrible and you were never sure if you were actually going to get off. Actually, no. This wasn’t edging, this was limbo. This was a dice roll, this was throwing cookies in the oven and hoping they came our delicious and not like hockey pucks, this was—fuck the terrible metaphors—excruciating.

Excruciating, just like how the day was shaping up. At Price’s behest, Soap would be running drills with Ghost. Terrific.

Soap took the news with nothing but collected normalcy, arrived at the training grounds with nothing but collected normalcy, and tried his best to greet Ghost with nothing but collected normalcy, but it came out a bit cockeyed, to be honest.

“Hey up, Ghost,” Soap said in what he aimed to be his typical, gregarious nature. But c’mon, what Scotsman says fucking hey up. In his defense, he was trying his very damnedest to not say “Hey, Ghost. Remember when you fucked my ass? Good times. Anyways, drills!” Soap did no such thing—a win in his book—but kicked himself for letting the cringe show on his expression.

Ghost’s face pinched in confusion, but he mercifully kept it minimal. “Morning, Sergeant,” he shot back, and ow, Sergeant? Rather stiff.

Thus concluded their idle chat for the day. Any other words they spared each other were direct, utilitarian, and absolutely boiling with unvoiced bullshit.

But not unnoticed. Like Soap, Ghost was stiffer than usual (impressive), and didn’t slip once in his stiffness from start to finish. By the end of the session, the recruits were aching for a shower, and Soap was aching for a cigarette. Or booze. He wasn’t feeling particularly picky.

Ultimately, the cigarette won out, if only for the social pressure against day drinking, and that’s how Soap found himself leaning against a sun-scraped wall on the base’s western face.

Despite the shite mood that had taken him hostage, he had to admit that it was a nice day. Real nice. Autumn had turned the saturation up on the sky, painting it azure, striking and endless against the reddening leaves on the horizon. It smelled like Autumn and like cigarettes, crisp and acrid, just as it did the day Soap took up smoking.

Him and a gaggle of chums he’d long since fallen out of contact with leaned up against a wall, feeling awfully grown up and cool. Soap often thought back to that day just because he found it so funny. He’d dedicated himself to a new vice just for the sake of looking cool, leading to an addiction that outlasted the friendships that brought him there as well as the desire to look cool.

He sucked in a drag and, holding it close in his chest, wondered if he was actually addicted to making stupid decisions. On the exhale, he decided that it was less stupidity and more impulsivity. It didn’t really matter, he thought as he flicked the ashes, because whatever the motivation, he was left to juggle the consequences all the same. And he didn’t really like those.

His wallet was all the lighter, his skin a bit duller, teeth yellower, scent shittier for all the packs he’d run through. Just for the sake of being the bad boy. He cursed his vanity and his cowardice because even in the safety of his mind, he didn’t want to admit that maybe hooking up with Ghost was another bead on his long necklace of mistakes.

The thought was there, he just didn’t want to let it into the spotlight. Didn’t want to make it real.

A half-brown, half-orange leaf fluttered clumsily into a puddle. “Same, brother,” Soap scoffed.

“Huh?” came the reply he wasn’t expecting.

“Whuh?”

“You said something,” noted Ghost as he rounded the corner in what would be an amble were he not so fucking stiff.

Soap shrugged, doing his best to keep his surprise and abject terror to himself. “Ah, just talking to myself.”

“‘M sorry you have such a shite audience,” Ghost joked in his own personal brand of casualness. He settled his back against the wall, too, leaving ample breathing room between their shoulders.

If it weren’t for the honking elephant in the room, it’d be sort of nice just standing there, drinking in the rare nice day.

Eventually Ghost tilted his head Soap’s way, eyes focused on some faraway tree. “Mind if I bum a fag?”

Soap snorted, “You gotta be joking me.” He closed his eyes and indulged himself another chuckle at the idiocy. Maybe it was a mistake to acknowledge the elephant, but Ghost seemed more at ease than he had in days, and the blue sky was making Soap feel brave.

Maybe it wasn’t a mistake, because Ghost started laughing, too.

“Thought you already did that,” Soap teased as he dug the pack from his pocket and offered it to Ghost once it was open.

Ghost reached for it but stopped short and hit Soap with a quizzical look, “Giving away your lucky?”

“Eh, it’s all superstition.”

“Then why flip it if it’s just superstition?” Ghost pocketed the empty pack once his cigarette was lit, and passed back the lighter that had rested within it. Soap pointedly didn’t gawk at the exposed portion of Ghost’s face as he palmed the lighter.

“Something to do,” Soap responded with a shrug, finding no better explanation. The lit end of his cigarette was creeping all too quickly to the filter, and he cursed his choice in cheap, fast-burning brands. Usually he was happy with a low-commitment smoke, but now… Now he was a bit distraught to see his excuse for enjoying a surprisingly normal moment with Ghost literally smolder into ash. The silence was less awkward if it could be chalked up to their mouths being occupied by other pursuits.

Soap angled the tip of his cigarette upwards to slow its burn, to buy just a few more seconds. If he was going to say something, the time to do so was visibly running out. Awkward things like these were harder to address the longer they’d had to linger.

So he took a decisive drag and counted down from 3…

2…

1…

fuck it.

PART 3: THE CAT HAS NINE LIVES

“Can we cut the bullshit?” Soap said on an exhale. Ghost finally looked at him and Soap didn’t see anything like surprise in his eyes. “I just want to make sure we’re…cool. You know, don’t want to let anything get in the way of what we have to do.”

Ghost took it in, took another drag and nodded. “Cool,” he mused with a half-hearted smirk that spoke to surrender.

Soap rolled his eyes. “I know I’m no fucking Shakespeare, Ghost. Leave it out.”

“Thank fuck you aren’t.” And there was that look of surrender again. “I’m solid,” Ghost eventually said, “I’m solid if you are.”

“So solid you treat me like a leper? What was that about?” Soap responded, but not unkindly. He was well aware of the awkwardness, having experienced it himself and all, and without Ghost’s emotional… issues, at that.

The whisper of breeze-swept leaves filled the empty space as Ghost considered his words. “I was thinking.”

“Of?”

“I don’t know,” Ghost said around a mouth of smoke. “How to not fuck this up?”

“Friendly tip: don’t avoid me next time,” Soap offered, crushing the spent butt under his boot. He pressed off the wall, brave lad he was, and faced Ghost. “Because I do want a next time. If you’d have me.”

“I would,” Ghost said simply, finding confidence somewhere in Soap’s words. Soap couldn’t help but grin and look terribly corny, but he could sense Ghost had more to say, and so he left the silence hanging, free to take. If not then, then eventually. “I think not knowing—I think that’s what held me back.”

Weightless. Soap felt weightless. He shifted in his boots to remind himself of the solid earth beneath him, but he felt too buoyant to ground down. He was addicted to impulsivity, after all. So that’s why he stepped to crowd in Ghost’s space, to pluck the half-smoked cigarette from his cold fingers, to hold his gaze and then break it, to eye up those soft-parted lips. “So we’re cool, then?”

Soap hardly felt cut down when Ghost rolled his eyes, heaved out a long-suffering sigh. Maybe he would’ve if it didn’t feel so fond, and what did that matter when Ghost tilted his chin up, a slight invitation to claim what he was so clearly seeking. And who was Soap to deny a vice?

Impulsive but not idiotic, Soap kissed Ghost for just a moment, and it was enough. Enough, at least, to drive a stake through the heart of his worries. Enough to even remotely satisfy his desires? Absolutely not.

But it would have to do.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Soap said, stepping back only enough for the scene to look less suspicious. Visibility be damned, he wanted to jump Ghost’s bones.

“God, you’re fucking insufferable. Yes.” Ghost said, and then a mischievous look spreading across the exposed features of his face.

“What?”

“I said I’d have you,” he began, voice strained slightly as he pushed off the wall to leaned in next to Soap’s ear. The next words were a whisper, “and I’ve done some experimenting, too. How would you like having me?”

BUT SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK

-fin-

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barbararomance · 2 years

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Sooo what about quackity with a latin s/o and they speak spanish when they are with their friends cause they think they won't understand, maybe quackity gets a little cheesy or something? And maybe somebody else actually understand what they're saying (maybe Sapnap have been practicing or Niki, cause I think she does understand a little bit spanish) and quackity gets really embarrassed when he realizes they understand.

I really suck at explaining, sorry, but love ur writing ❤️

play with? quackity!

synopsis! oh couples and their disgusting public displays of attention, it's unfortunate for alex and y/n their friends understand español ...

read me! likes, feedbacks, and especially reblogs are highly appreciated; come talk to me if you wanna repost my writings on other sites please. hi beloved anon!! i apologize in advance if there any mistranslations i barely know any spanish barely passed those tests >< but thank you for appreciation of my work enough to send in your desired imagine, much love from me barb <33 // send more requests here!

word count! 0.5k

the gang met up consisting of quackity, y/n, karl, sapnap, niki, and minx! they had agreed to meet up at a bowling alley and proposed to even stream for fun like they always do! the gang all chipped in money so they can finally bowl and so they did. chat was easily amazed with how much all these streamers... sucked at bowling, tweets about it blowing up and clipped to those famous clickbaiting clip channels. however there was one clip that made everyones jaw drop... it was minx's turn to try getting the first strike since no ones been able to done it; literally the first one who'll be able to take down all the pins get bragging rights and everyone wanted just that. swinging the ball minx tried to find the angle to perfectly strike everything and yet she failed.. Ls flooded chat, but really the chat had been filled with Ls since as been told before.. NOBODY HAS STRIKED and everyone was off their game, but it was then y/n's turn and finally.. A STRIKE! they jump up and down happily, quackity joining them but stopping as y/n kiddingly flips him and the rest of the gang off in false arrogance. y/n had the ultimate bragging rights, "¿no soy simplemente brillante, mi amor?" they ask quackity – a smug smirk displayed on their face. "si claro mi amor" quackity giggled returning y/n's smirk with his trademark cutie smile. everyone else groaned at the cheesiness and the couple just blew raspberries at them, the gang except y/n and quackity simultaneously roll their eyes in bitterness. the game continued and fortunately a few of them striked like sapnap did twice and karl once, niki outdid them by three – they played for many rounds and chat was completely entertained with the perfectly ratioed points each of the gang got with y/n having the most and quackity getting the least, everyone wondered how these two lovebirds found one another but the way they looked at each other made them happy quackity and y/n did. the play was coming to an end, and with the camera panned to y/n and their lover – it happened, the most viral clip of the lovebirds' career. "absolutamente lo mataste hoy, t/n. tal vez más tarde esta noche puedas jugar con mi-" quackity was about to joke but was cut off by nikis laughter. "oh my god quackity,,, i don't know how i understood that, but please don't continue" she says in between fits of giggles – "what did he say??!" karl asked interested, minx and sapnap joining in with curiosity. y/n sighed before answering: "i don't know guys, but he invited me to play with his-"

"PLAY WITH DEEZ NUTS Y/N OOOOOHHHH LETTSSSGOOO CHATT" he yelled, everyone in chat OOOHHHing and everyone chimed in to – y/n only can be found facepalming with a smile on her face. and after the last stupid attempt at a strike, the gang left the alley and went their ways as the stream ended. y/ns phone blown with millions of notifications telling them about how they got deez nutsd by their own boyfriend.

#barbararomance wrote this!#quackity imagine #quackity x reader #quackity x you #quackity #to you my dear [redacted] anon ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎

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veayrss · 1 year

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The break down.

Carl grimes x GN!reader

Warning: the lineup, cursing, blood, NEGAN.

Summery: you and the people you grow to love go through something life changing. And lose someone more important to you then anything.

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After losing your parents, your friends you've made and gotten close to along the way of surviving a fucking zombie apocalypse wouldn't you want to cry? To be angry? Wouldn't you want to let go of all your emotions?

Yeah I would to. But I can't. I can't be seen as weak and vulnerable, I need to say strong for everyone.

After losing everyone and everything there has been one person there for me, Glenn Rhee. He was my fathers best friend and my godfather. So after my parents passed he took me and my brothers in.

Glenn was there for me in a way no one ever was, not even my boyfriend Carl Grimes, do t get me wrong he's an amazing boyfriend. But Glenn understands me more than I understand my self.

Now, imagine. Having only one person left that knows you more then your self and has the patience for you? You would love them like no other. That is how it is with Glenn. He's like my dad. And having to sit in a line, watching a guy talk about nonsense, threatening to kill us is nerve-racking.

"You..." he points to someone, I can't even see, everything is blurry from my tears

"Are..." he pointed to Glenn, my tears fell down from my face, scared. But he continued walking.

"..." my hands start shaking. I don't want anyone to die but it looks like we have no choice. One of us will.

"It." I let out a choked sob as he points his stupid fucking bad to Abraham.

"If anybody moves, if anybody says anything. Cut the boys other eye out, and feed it to his father, and then we'll start." He tells us standing there in-front of Abraham.Now not just my hands are shaking my whole body is. "You can breath."

Abraham sticks a peace sign up at Sasha, it was there thing. When she see's it she starts to break down. "You can blink. You can cry." He gets in stance, "hell.." he gets ready to swing.

I want to look away but I can't. As he goes to hit Abraham he says,"You all are bout to be doing that!"

BAM

He hits him. Sasha starts crying more then before, rosita is crying, Carl, we all are. I look down at the grown "Oho! Look at that!" I slowly look up, and Abraham is sitting up. "TAKING IT LIKE A CHAMP!" negan laughs. He's ticking me off.

"S...Suck.." i look at Abraham, he's saying something..? "My.. Nuts." 'That's Abraham.' I thought in my head. He had to get the last word. Then Negan hits him again, and again, and again. Everything went silent slowly.

Next thing I know Negans on the grown, then it hit me. Daryl punched him. 'THAT DUMBASS! Now he's going to get killed. Fuck.. fuck. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!' Everything slowly goes out again, he's standing in-front of me and Glenn, i take a deep breath.

I look up and he winds his arm.. 'what..?' Then it hits me. "WAIT, NO PLEASE NO." I plead and beg then he hits him. He hits glenn.

"NO STOP!" my hands are on my knees, my face is towards the ground, tears pouring out of my eyes. Glenn sits up. One of his eyes are popping out.

I let out a chocked sob. "M-Mngh" i look away wiping my tears with my sleeve.

"Buddy your still there? I just don't know... it seems like your trying to speak! But you just took a hell of a hit! I just popped your skull so hard, your eyeball just popped out!" He chuckles. "AND IT IS GROSS AS SHIT!"

"Girls I'll find you." Maggie starts crying harder, I shake my head trying to have the image leave my head. Negan looks at me and Maggie, "oh.. oh hell. I can see this is hard on you guys. I am sorry. I truly am." He tells us all.

"Then stop." He looks at me. "Excuse me little one?" He bends down to meet my level, "ple-please.. just s-stop. P-Please." I look up at him, begging, tears flowing like steams of a river down my face.

"I'm sorry kid, but I did say it." He stands up straight, "NO EXCEPTIONS!" Then he swings again.

"NO NO NO! FUCKYOU!" He keeps Hitting him BAM BAM BAM "FUCK. FUCK!" I collapse on the ground crying. I lost him. I lost glenn.

"You bunch of pussies. I'm just getting started." BAM, BAM, BAM "Lucille is thirsty!" He chuckles "she is a vampire bat!"

After they all have left, me and Maggie are sitting there next to Glenn, Rosita and Sasha is with abe. I hold on to Maggie, she's laying in my arms crying. I then get up. We lost Abe, Glenn, and Daryl.

"Shit.." I run my hands through my hair. "SHIT!" Everyone looks at me. At this point I don't care. I'm kicking the dirt the rocks on the floor screaming. "FUCKFUCKFUCK!" I'm pacing back and forth.

"THAT FUCKING PICE OF SHIT!" I started crying, tears are flowing down my face again. I look down on my shirt and hands, covered in his blood. "No...no..nonononono!"

"Get off! Get off! GET OFF PLEASE!" I tried so hard to wipe off his blood, but it won't come off "GET FUCKING OFF ME!"

Everyone is staring like I'm a phyco. I fall down on my knees "GETOFFGETOFFGETOFF!" Carl runs over to me. He hold me in his arms rocking me back and forth. "Shhhh" he hold my head in his chest.

He's crying to, "HES GONE! He's gone! He's gone carl! He's gone. Glenn is fucking gone." Maggie comes over and holds me to. "HE PROMISED ME! He fucking promised he wouldn't go. Now he's gone! Just like everyone else." Carl puts his forehead on my head and gives me a kiss. " I know y/n, I know."

I get up and go over to him, i look at him. Tears falling down my face like water droplets on a window. "You promised.." I put my head on his back "you promised me, you promised my dad, my mom. You fucking promised." I lift up my head.

I look over at everyone, "what am I going to tell the boys!? What am i going to say? How am I- I- I can't. They can't know!" Carl gets up and picks me up away from Glenn. "What about carol? What about the Enid?-" carl hugs me.

I hugs him back, crying into his chest. He lifts up my head "we have to go v." I look at him in the eyes. "What about them?" He looks at them. Abe an glenn, "we have to leave them."

I shake my head. "No. No.. no..." he holds my face, "he have to I don't want to either, but he have to." I continue to shake my head, I try to get out his grip. "No. We have to bury them."

He sighs, "let's bring them to hill top. We will bury them there."

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Sorry it’s actual ass. I made this a while a go and I haven’t proof read it or anything so bear with me.

#fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #the walking dead #carl grimes #glenn rhee #negan smith #i hate this part

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engagemythrusters · 8 months

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okay. ahsoka. here we go

Immediately a fan of the music. Did they get the same people as TBOBF and The Mandalorian? The Ludwig person? Forgot the name…

INTRO CRAWL?! DAMNNNNN

But also red? Why red crawl?

Why is she searching for Thrawn not Ezra. Like I know the two left together but you think Ezra would be the priority. Not thrawn.

Aaand there’s the ship. Always start Star Wars with a ship.

Uuuugh my pirate site keeps buffering. Booooooooo

“They’re jedi” okay vibe but are they actually. Or is it those sorta-Sith guys

Ugh okay my annoying I have to go without subtitles now… :/ tbjs js gonna be hard

Okay that was a very Star Trek move. Why. For what.

YEAH ITS THOSE SITHLIKE BITCHES

Shin Hati evil love that for her. Love evil gorls

Evil granpa got shoulders daaamn love that for him

Ah it’s Bad Wig Girl.

God seriously why are the wigs so bad. Fucjing Disney. Boo.

Man I miss when Star Wars had cool titles. Phantom Menace. Return of the Jedi. Now it’s just fuckin NAMES.

Oooo interesting place. Old jedi temple? Looks like it.

Aaand her Lekku and Montrals still look like shjt styrofoam.

Okay fun lightsaber trick. At least theh didn’t forget how cool Ahsoka Tano is.

Wonder if we’ll see Morai…

Oh wow. Ahsoka wearss lipgloss ig. Okay.

This is very slow paced. Move a lil girl.

Those remind me a lil of the Zeffo spheres. But if they were filled. Idk maybe I’m making a connection that isn’t there. I just really like Star Wars Jedi games. Their lore was WAY COOL.

What do droids need capes for tho. Like why. That’s literally so fuckin impractical

UH DAVID TENNANT rip

RAMP JUMP RAMP JUMP RAMP JUMP

God I love T-6 shuttles. Best Star Wars ship. I mean other than bobas. But yeah T-6 sexiest SW ship

Do we get to see Sabine soon I miss her

OH MY GOD HERA

OHHHHHHHHH MY GOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

THE GASP I JUST GUSP

Okay her makeup and contacts really really suck

Hera just. Disbelieving. I get it. She’s so hurt she can’t let herself hurt anymore.

“Does that mean Ezra—“ WEEPING

Hera “oh my god more jedi bullshit I can never escape” Syndulla

SHES NOT FORCE SENSITIVE LEAVE HER ALONE

YAY SABINEEEEEE

Oh lothal so so pretty

RYDER hi!

EZRA MONUMENT?!

Ohhh it’s that wall

Ohhhhhh weeping

SABEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN

Oh she’s not there

Hehe I love her

OH IS THA—YEDSSS JAI

I love u Jai

God look at them. Look at the wall. Christ. Kanan…

Hehe sabine

SPECTER?! YOURE NOT ALLOWED THAT. YOU DONT DESERBE IT. THATS FOR THE FAMILY. THATS FOR! FAMILY!!!!

Sabine u shit hehe

This is a good actress for her 10/10 thank you for giving yourself to our beloved explosions girl

“She’s crazy” yeah she had years of being stupid with Ezra to make her nuts xoxo

TOWER TOWER TOWER

OHHH KITTH KITTH KITTY AAAH

What’s the kitties name

Ohh it even uses the same loth cat sounds from the show AND real kitty sounds

What’s the NAME of kittyyyyy

Oh Ezra’s stuff 😭

EZRAAAAAAA

“More than others” WHAT?! Okay. Not sure what that means.

YES SISTER OKAY YES. NO SHIPPING. JUST SISTER. AND BROTHER.

Not sure that I like the change that recording brought. But. It’s okay I’ll accept it.

Evil gorl <3

SHES A DUCKIN NIGHTSISTER?!

WHYD she choose such a bland ass name then?!?!!

INQUISITOR?!!!

THATS AN INQUISITOR

SABINE IS NOT FORCE SENSITIVE *FUCK YOU* LITERALKY S4 OF REBELS CONFIRMED IT SO HARD THAT CHANGING IT WOULD MAKE THIS THE STUPIDEST THING EVER IN THE HISTORY OF STAR WARS

oh my god. Jesus that was force shit wasn’t it. Fuck that oh my fod DONT MAKE HER FORCE SENSITIVE YOU DUMB FUCKS. IM SO FUCKING MAD.

Haircut time?

No not yet.

That was CRAP dialogue. That was HORRIBLE. Wow. Oh my god fire these writers. So hard.

I do love this music tho. It’s p good.

Okay so far it does NOT make sense how ahsoka arrives at the tower at the end of rebels. This isn’t fair. I loved that scene so much.

Awww chopper drawing.

Okay she’s a puzzle maker now as well as an artist? That’s dumb

GOD SHES NOT. FORCE. SENSITIVE.

THIS IS SO FUCJING STUPID THIS IS DUMB!!!

SHES! NOT!! FORCE!!! SENSITIVE!!!!

And she’s gonna steal it isn’t she hehe she is def Ezra’s sister >:)

Huyang like “I taught this”

Luke so not the only jedi he was meant to be hehe I mean k get it. But also it’s so dumb 😂

SHE DID IT HEHE I LOVE U SABINE

Sad that they didn’t make Lothals mountains just like the ones in the real series.

Towerrr

Kittyyyy

WHAT JS KITTY NAME PLEAS TELL ME

callin him Turkeyleg until told otherwise

Sigh I miss Ezra.

Fucking miss Kanan. It still hurts so much.

It’s been so long does Sabine still hurt? Does she still miss him the way she used to?

Heraaaa hiii 🥰

Hera knows her daughter

Okay so why is holograms so. Sounding like this. It’s more… MORE. Than how they used to sound. Is technology worsening or some shit?? Don’t like that.

Ahsoka stop being MEAN TO MY SABINE.

Yeah SNIPS. Ha.

Heras greatest strength is that she is understanding above all else. And I love her sm for it.

FATHER SON DAUGHTER RIGHT

I better be

Palm hand fist…

Oh.

Okay fine.

Hhhh.

SHES SO SMART I LOVE HERRRRRR

Mr Tukeyleg

OH NO DONT HURT SABINE OR TURKEYLEG

Ah shit yeah I figured

Nothing will ever be easy for her. Nor for ezra.

HELMET

*HIS SABER*

SHES NOT FUCKING FORCE SENSITIVE OKAH

She can use a lightsaber and she can use the Darksaber BUT BY GOD SHE IS NOT FORCE SENSITIVE

Why are u flying so slow 😭

OH MY Fod

OH MY GOD NO SABINE

No not my girl 😭

Oh is that the end ep 1?

Oh who is Ray? Rest well, Ray <3

Ep two coming in a sec.

#star wars: ahsoka #spoilers

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🥛🍨🍎 for gwen because i love a girl with problems. 🍒🍑🧅 for honey nut alpha supreme my beloved. 🥐 for both because i'm mentally ill about homelands

link to the ask game !!

hiii ty for all the asks :D im sorry this took a while. as you can see, there was a lot

Gwen:

🥛 [MILK] What is your OC's relationship with their biological parents like? What about their relationship with any non-biological parental figures?

oh. ohoho. so. gwen's family is complicated.

to fully understand the picture, we have to go back like 3 generations. maría elena and jose salinas were blessed with a family of supernatural talents and cursed with every single member of that family suffering (which usually leads to their death). maría elena and jose are exempt from this, but all of their descendants are affected by it. they have three children: ana rosa, carlos, and martín. ana rosa can mend anything, carlos can control water, and martín can alter other people's emotions (and, later on, control them). all three of them have kids as well: ana rosa and her husband have two daughters, paula (can talk to animals) and gabriela (is virtually indestructible). martín and his wife have one daughter, laura. and carlos and his wife have twins, diego and ramiro. the curse struck first when the twins were about 8 months old. carlos and diana (his wife) hire a babysitter, a trusted family friend, so they can go on a date. they get interrupted in the middle of it when a police officer notifies them that the babysitter drove her car into a lake. diego was sitting on a bench outside the lake, completely dry and unharmed, and ramiro was never found. although there's no body, he's presumed dead, because like, he's fucking 8 months old. he can't fend for himself. if someone took him they probably have bad intentions.

a month or so later, in a completely unrelated event (sarcasm), an unidentified baby is found in a dumpster outside a denny's in san antonio by an overnight employee. for reference, the salinases live in oregon, on the washington-oregon state border. san antonio is in texas. the baby is taken to the hospital, and he's relatively unharmed, but all of his organs are in weird places. but he's functioning fine and surgery for babies sucks so they don't do anything about it. he is adopted by a couple in a small town outside of san antonio named salvation. the couple names this baby william.

william grows up and moves to oklahoma for college and to get away from his shitty family, meets mallory, marries her, and has a family with her. they have three children: connor, gwen (she's a trans girl but i haven't given her a deadname or anything), and christopher. and then the curse hit super hard. connor gets almost killed & is replaced by a doppelganger. christopher and mallory are killed by the doppelganger. gwen is almost killed by the doppelganger. the doppelganger fucks off before the police catch him and he is never seen again.

so, now i can answer this question! gwen is immensely attached to her father. after being almost killed, she would freak out every time he left without her. even if it was just, like, to take the trash out. she was incredibly close with her mom and just kind of has a void where her mom was that she doesn't want to replace. which worked out fine, when her dad didn't want to date anyone, but now he's... kinda got something going on with a guy down the street. they're not dating but they kinda obviously have Some Feelings there. and she claims that she's not pissed about it and that she's fine with it but she's so mad and she is not ok with it. she views her relationship with william as them vs the world and it's really terrifiying that that might change. the guy, matt, is like, a decent guy. he's also a vampire but he was only turned in like 2012 or whatever. and nobody knows that. matt's super nice and fun and has no idea why this teenage girl that lives near him just glares at him all the time. but as he gets closer to william, he does try to also get closer to gwen, but she's keeping him at arms length. except like. she doesn't want to even touch him so she's using a 10 ft pole.

at some point, william has to do a dna test for medical reasons (my dad, who is also adopted, did this as well, so i am not just pulling this out of my ass, although it kinda sounds like it). william made an impulsive decision to opt in to see his family, and then regretted it. he worried the entire time it was processing. he finally got the results and a lot of his bio family members were on there. and ofc gwen was along the ride for this whole saga so she starts looking some of them up. she finds some newspaper clippings about gabriela's stunt actor days, paula's obituary, an instagram account for marco, and... absolutely nothing for diego, who is listed as william's brother. so she does a lot of digging and eventually comes across a social media site that has an account for him. she has to make an account to view anything, and it asks her some weird questions (definition for edgirst, name at least flower native to a certain zipcode, Your Best Friend, and your relation (if any) to someone on the site). she gets 3/4 questions wrong but it lets her in b/c she's related to diego salinas. and everyone else on the website is super confused, because she's not supposed to be here, this is only for ppl from viallston, but she's related to diego, which means there's a good chance ramiro is alive, etc etc etc. but this other kid on the site, alejandro, sees a new person and decides to torment her a little. except if there's one thing gwen can do, it's commit to the fucking bit, so they get along great. alejandro isn't a parental figure but they definitely act like siblings together and it's really helpful for gwen.

🍨 [ICE CREAM] How does your OC compose themselves in stressful situations?

she acts super composed and organizes EVERYTHING. she spends a lot of time obsessing over how to fix it but still knows how to act put-together, until she doesn't and she snaps and everything crashes.

🍎 [RED APPLE] Who does your OC value above all else?

her dad. her friend arthur is a close second. but she loves her dad and would do anything for him

ok. the rest will be under the cut. because this is long

Honey

🍒 [CHERRY] Who is your OC's perfect companion?

ummm haven't heard about artemis in a bit but they're good for each other i think! they both know how to commit to the bit, they compliment each other well (personality-wise), and they both have similar qualities and values. also there's a lot of fun angst of honey falling in love with a dogboy while having a trauma-induced phobia of dogs

🍑 [PEACH] How do they show their kindness? How kind are they truly?

cooking for ppl

🧅 [ONION] What is surefire to make your OC cry? Who knows of this information?

dogs. especially being surprised by dogs. all of the guys know this b/c johm tried to surprise everyone with brand new mascot barke fever and she was inconsolable for like an hour and a half

both of them:

🥐 [CROISSANT] Where is your OC from? How do they feel about their homeland? Where are they now?

Gwen: she's from oklahoma and she's moved around a little bit. oklahoma was fine, but it was heavily christian, and her family is so... not christian. she would go to church events just to be able to socialize outside of school (this is something i did as well). her dad has a lot of trauma with christianity (re: salvation, tx) so he was Weird about it. she liked some of the people but she wasn't attached to oklahoma. they live in new york now, and she feels a lot more comfortable in her own skin so she's better at socializing & feels better in general. besides, she's not known as the weird girl whose brother killed her family! she's just gwen! she loves it here

honey: from the appalachian region in eastern tennessee. she loves the woods. she loves being outside and in nature. she can't be in memphis for very long without getting snappy and upset. she actually doesn't live in memphis, she lives on a farm a while away. she doesn't like cities and gets claustrophobic in them. she knows several parts of the mountains like the back of her hand. she knows the local wildlife and they know her. she loves appalachia and it loves her back

#asks 4 sasha #oc: gwen shrapner #oc: gwendolyn shrapner #forgot which is the tag #blb oc: honey nut alpha supreme #memphis guys

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The Sound of Rage!

(“Rage Against the Machine” Has Returned!)

By Stephen Jay Morris

7/12/2077

I heard it from gun nuts: “A gun is only a tool. It’s like a shovel, you use it to bury corpses. It’s a tool to kill animals and people, plus to open padlocks.”

Music has multiple purposes beyond its artistic value. It can be used for TV commercials. It’s subliminal background noise for Baby Boomers shopping in grocery stores. During the 60’s, music that played over a store’s sound system was branded, “Muzak,” which was actually pop music recorded by orchestras. Now, the original recordings are played so that, while you are in the dairy section and you hear the song to which you lost your virginity, you tend to buy more. The music of the 60s is everywhere: in the movies, on the beaches, in video games, in commercials. It inspired my generation to rebel against tyranny. Agitprop music is not just for commies anymore. Right, Left, up, and down! Conservatives like marching songs and Country & Western. Aaron Lewis, ya all! The Left embraces the most motivating music ever! Liberals like folk music and Anarchists love loud, hard-on, Rock noise. Listening to the MC5 in my youth made me want to smash the state with a primal scream! Now-a-days, the only time I scream is when I have a harsh bowel movement. The popular music now is for people high on Benzodiazepines. Trap Rap? Whatever. Decades ago, the Paean was: ROCK & ROLL! Now, it’s…I don’t know.

In my life, I never would have thought that there’d be the day when Liberals and Progressives used the word, “fascist!” For years, now, Republicans have been calling Democrats “Communists.” Are you going tell me that THAT label isn’t fuckin’ retarded?! Some Conservatives know that Rock music is a catharsis for young people. That’s why some are going around and shooting up public places. They have no other way to relieve themselves! As a youth, I had two ways of relieving myself: jerking off and playing my music LOUD. I had no urge to kill anybody afterward. I remained in the refractory of my life. As for now, I keep busy in my old age. Instead of washing my truck, I engage in Hermeneutic studies so that I can argue with some Right wing Christian.

Ever since that 70’s metal band, “Areosmith,” collaborated with Hip-Hop pioneers, “Run DMC” in 1986, when rap music was coming of age, “Walk This Way,” never sounded so good! It was when, for a short time, that Black and White and youth united. “Public Enemy” and “Anthrax” came together in 1991 for the song, “Bring the Noise.” By the end of the 90’s, there was the advent of “Nu-Metal.”

What was “Nu-metal?” Here’s the skinny of it: It was a mixture of Rap and Heavy Metal. Acts like “Papa Roach,” “Limp Bizhit,” and “Kidd Rock” showed up in public, and it was on for little while. Most of the songs were about the usual subject of sex but, in the underground, there were political rappers in the mix. “System of A Down,” from Glendale, California, had Left-leaning songs. They were experimental also, in that they incorporated Armenian folk music and funk. Their followers were advocating Anti-Authoritarianism.

Then, from Los Angeles, California, came the Nu-Metal band, “Rage Against the Machine.” They named themselves after a punk fanzine called, “No Answers,” which incorporated that phrase. Tim Commerford, on bass, Zack De La Roacha, lead singer, Brad Wik on drums, and Tom Morello on guitar. They played sonic heavy metal with Hip-Hop beats. Like the “Clash” and the “MC5,” they sang about international oppression and rebellion. Their song, “People of the Sun,” is about South American peasants—hard politics about Third World people. You won’t see Kidd Rock doing that shit! He’s too busy sucking Donald Trump’s dick!

Zack doesn’t sing, he raps! He sounds like Bobby Seale, of the Black Panther Party, giving a speech at an anti-war rally. He reminds me of “The Last Poets” of the late 60’s, shouting out angry rhymes against racism. Their music is really reminiscent of the MC5; their sound based in heavy beat and loud guitar that comes in the cadence of feed back. Once their sound gets a hold of you, it won’t let you go!

Nobody knows what their ideology is. The band’s symbol suggests Anarcho-Communism. But who cares? Their songs are universal and blatantly pissed off! I mean, was “The Clash” Trotskyites? Who gives a fuck?! Will their reunion inspire a “Zoomer Revolution?” I don’t have an answer for you. One thing is clear, however: Conservatives are terrified of anger and change by Progressives. When they hear a Rage tune, they will melt into a puddle of piss. The CHUDs love to humiliate the pacifist Leftists by labeling them “emotional women.” But, just wait until they are confronted by a group of Lesbian Anarchist Feminists weilding AK 47s. Their flaccid cocks will retract back up between their pasty legs.

Now, that’s entertainment!

#nu metal #rage against the machine #stephenjaymorris #poets of tumblr #american politics #anarchism #youtube #punk #post punk #hardcore punk

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Tonight should be the night where they go after Cerritos that's not you have to go to Iran first so sitting up there he's doing nothing things and stasis. But they are going to Iran because I heard what our son said you like a full plate of everything but they just sit there it's horrible but then again it's a blessing in disguise. We're moving on them in their areas huge ones empty today but they're huge ones left so we're putting in more castles we built more today not less a new toilet bunkers and build more huge ones too 30 miles they are gigantic anybody challenges those things is a nut or something wind up a whole bunch of idiots in the wall near Kansas base and nobody came so we started attack on Cheyenne and we're going to take it over I'm tired of listening is idiots don't set up another huge base he says they can suck wind sure we can't be seen as running but they start bringing the shattered amount from Texas we're going to pummel it and we might backtrack to Kansas will come in I'm going to do that we want them out of there we have to do it somehow we have other plans too and proceeding with it right now

Thor Freya

I'm tired of seeing these people think of these a****** faces this a****** to neener this hassle talk these assholes went out and smoked himself the tune of just millions of septillions huge areas opened up it was equal to half the size of the United States but globally so spots all over the world that empty and they're not coming back to them off as we speak humongous walls are being built their gigantic and you are getting concrete from all over the place including their ships their Bridges or highways we pull it all out they're highways have enough concrete to build a wall around the entire country of Germany and I was in Germany and we're not doing that now but when you run into a country like that you rip it all out cuz you don't need to drive around you're not there and Max thinks his plans going on or something so you can be the cheapest weird loser ever it's like a nobody it doesn't know it keeps calling someone who looks like a nobody sometimes acts like it but nobody what a weird situation coming from Mac instead of saying I'm going to have nothing left cuz we're going out there to Cheyenne and puddling it and start saying you're going to have nothing left to our son since I don't care what's happening to you cuz you don't really help me to pestering me eat the freaking basically freaking retard listen so he's going to pay for it and we're at him now there's a huge number of assholes out here they're all dreaming of being John the rema Lord you don't have any time for it they got to go so we're racing them and we hear them laughing about stupid things you're going on in my son's little place there's a teeny little house it's time for him to get something better than that I'm trying pretty good we went ahead and posted it too and find out several ways to get the money and we see people doing it all day long and we're going to go ahead and use it there's too many things going on for us to have to rely on you the unreliable and we don't want to keep your computers going that's the way it is you don't care about anything so to worry we don't want to worry this much it's way too past it when you're going around losing stuff and not caring so let's get some money and you won't care so he says to it says they're full of s*** in a way you can get like 40 Grand tomorrow and they won't care they said they're looking at them trying to have those come up with something like we're somehow guilty for having money some real b*******the the sheriff out here does a hard job it's a hard job anywhere then they added to their misery over and over and compiled a pile of stuff on themselves then to decide to make it worse and worse and cannot tolerate the behavior or accept it they got to get out go somewhere else there's one guy can't stand them doesn't know what to do we can't tolerate them in any way tell us the cops to f*** off right now they get really pissed off and we have to do stuff to him doesn't care it has to be done he says and is absolutely right just sit there and look at him.

It's all about them too I never do anything wrong misunderstanding between them retards are normal and it's idiocy is supposed to have him saying what battles will happen and all this stuff already know about most of it

This kind of thing is far less than absorbing no we pay attention we go after tons of them and they won't be many of you left shortly believe me it's not that tough man Tommy favino and Mac on the bases tanks and tanks and tanks I take it damn it up your ass and leave me alone leave me alone I don't want to know you I don't want to know you back then you're horrible people horrible go find your Shangri-La on base. So Jason heard us and threatening of his head and I'm going to take action he said so he killed him and he died he gets back up and killed him and he gets back up and he killed him then he drove him somewhere else by having to walk there and just had him sit there and they put him in jail cuz they're trying to take the monster out so we had him kill everybody with the song one day is going to get up and go I shouldn't have done anything you know all this stupid s*** to me you can't figure out what's happening you're going to bring a new life into the universe

I can't believe it's that bad can you nobody is listening to a f****** word I say all these people have this dumb f****** s*** to say back I can't believe it this new I do the same thing but much worse feels like this this is f****** hell you people are stupid why is this guy have a job doing anything so s*** why does he have a job anywhere all he does is sit there piss me off well you're wrong you.

don't even know the answer to that question I only know what's going on they're fighting us and doing that yeah

These guys too he says one word to him and they think he's the best friend they can come by and take advantage of them back stabbing get like a grab bag of s***

Our son feels that there's a conspiracy by a whole bunch of warlock to give control to the AI and seeing all over the place and BG was a major proponent of it doesn't seem to be happy with it now and they're not trying to tell anybody cuz they really are stupid and don't know if it's happened or not and you references things like the Hudson and he can't figure it out and glasses and Galactica says who's running those you can't tell it kills all my clean off these stupid robots and that's who did so he's trying to fight for his life and you're bothering him at the same time and the robots are killing you off rapidly but causing this fight to a degree but really a bunch of assholes Max made it impossible for you to get out of it cuz of all the tanks and other stuff he plans and things society over with I really could be a setup by these robots to keep setting him up

Thor Freya

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