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menta1s8-blog · 7 months

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I may be a lot of things but I am a good ass mom

#personal #mom #fuuuuuuck you

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other-peoples-coats · 2 years

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look I know the chips are a retcon to make the tv shows etc more child friendly and also to get around the whole 'all these characters we hope you like (so we can sell merch)? guess what, they're secretly plotting to kill Our Heros :D!' thing, but on an in-universe level.

how the fuck do the chips work. what the fuck. I'm not even talking about how they make 3m+ people all suddenly mind controlled zombie murder-bots, I mean on a purely mechanically level, how the fuck do they work. what in the goddamn fuck kind of latency prevention do they have.

Skeevy sheevy calls Cody*, who is on the ass end of the fucking galaxy, and is like 'execute genocide.exe, toodles'. Cody then, presumably, somehow immediately transmits genocide.exe to every clone around him without saying shit - so the chips presumably have a short wave blutooth sort of ping capacity, all clones are wifi-enabled all the time - and then also presumably somehow transmits the genocide.exe order to like. the rest of his command? which is like half the GAR?? fast enough that it beats, presumably, jedi to jedi communication about 'what the fuck I'm getting murdered???', aka the whole wave of death in the force thing. Skeevilicious also (maybe?) calls other high level commanders - unclear if everyone gets the personal touch vis-à-vis names or if cody is just the Most Specialist Boy --fast enough to, again, beat the reply-all via the force that RE:Hey Rancid Vibes And Death Mostly Death. One has to assume the other commanders are also on the ass ends of the galaxy, but like, different ones, because of the whole galaxy spanning war thing.

Like the lag has to be approaching nothing. Instantaneous deployment across the entire fucking galaxy, or close enough to not really matter, plus some level of short wave chip-to-chip ping that requires no verbal component, given we see cody take the call from ol' mate skeev and then immediately successfully order the 212th to merk their general without a moment's hesitation from anyone.

what the fuck kind of magic ass tech runs the chips. forget the force, the real scifi magic is the communications capabilities in the GFFA.

*also side bar, moment of hilarity that the skeev-meister knows cody's name and uses it. Like lets be fucking real, our pal friendpatine does not think of the clones as people, but also, chances are that he's spent so fucking long pretending 'oh yes the clones need rights anakin soon as the war wraps up the terrible senate won't let them but not me I'm not like those other politicians' that it's just fucking habit at this point. Bro might not even fucking know cody's damn cc number to start with. which is actually funnier than it being habit to use his name - diversity win, the sith lord turning you into a zombie-muder machine to genocide a whole ass culture uses your chosen name, purely because he doesn't know how else to call you!

#gffa meta #order 66 #like. kind of.#coats chats #coats originals #anyway yes this is the sort of thing that keeps me up at night #logistics in the gffa have to be fucking insane. insane.#how the fuck does the holonet even work. like how the fuck do you do a holocall from more than a planet away.#it takes EIGHT FUCKING MINUTES for light from the SUN to REACH EARTH #EIGHT MINUTES. and that's in the same fucking solar system!!!#AT LIGHTSPEED.#every fucking holocall has to have a lag of like.#nine years. at least.#like ino it's the requirements of scifi ssshh but also EIGHT MINUTES AT LIGHTSPEED #how the fuuuuuuck does anyone have real time conversations via holonet.

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justslowdown · 19 days

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Hello I just read your post about the cult situation you escaped. I hope that everyone is kind to you about it but if they are not I truly believe it is because they don't understand that cults are things that anyone can find themselves in. Anyone can get involved with one especially if they don't have a robust support system for their physical and emotional needs. It isn't difficult to get involved in a toxic situation. Not at all. It's often very hard to leave without it costing a lot in one way or another. I'm glad you've made it out.

I'm going through old asks and I wanted to make sure I posted this one so you know how it's impacted me.

Just... thank you. I've gone back to it a few times.

I still have a fear of talking about the Oregon Keto Cult because of reactions not even related to that situation. But I think it would help me to do more unpacking outside of therapy/the couple friends I feel safe being fully open about it with.

I'm still unlearning internalized things I thought I hadn't absorbed there in the first place, because of my open resistance to it. But no one's too aware or smart to avoid normalization of fucked up behavior when it's all around you and your only source of safety.

#social punishment fuuuuuucks you up

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whatevertheywant · 2 months

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"I could go on and on and on

And I will"

Is one of the most tender lyrics of all time and I still feel very normal about it

#boygenius #we're in love #lucy dacus #like holy fuck #the whole song #and “you/we know the ones”#fuuuuuuck

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feralkat · 2 years

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Hello there! So uhh... how about we try the prompt/scenario thing, yeah? A FPreg character grinding on partner's thigh as relief during labor and yet complains about the head pressing low. No Canon characters, just something vanilla and sensual. Ty 👉👈

AHHH YESS!!!

I really hope you like it!!! I kinda got a bit carried away 😅 expected it to be like idk 500-1k words and it's almost 2k... So. Hope it's good!

(Also omg I totally started writing that other request for you and then shit happened irl and I forgot but I'm going to finish that ASAP! I just got on a roll with this one and couldn't stop lol.)

Word Count: 1,964

Characters Used: Faith (OC, afab she/her, bird-hybrid - but don't worry there's no mention of eggs or anything besides a live human birth lol) & Jett (OC, amab he/him, human)

WARNINGS: Fpreg labor & birth, thigh grinding, orgasmic birth, some very very light birth denial but idk if you could even call it that, lots of praising and some bits of dirty talk, brief mention of breastfeeding at the end. Clit-rubbing while crowning and some nipple play. Overall very sensual and loving, though might be a tad bit more on the kinky side during some parts with some dom/sub elements.

If it weren't already obvious this is a birth/labor fetish fic so if you are a minor or not into that then DO NOT INTERACT. You have been warned.

If you are an adult and into this stuff then please enjoy 😏

A frustrated whine left Faith's parted lips as she clutched the back of her boyfriend's shirt tight and reluctantly stopped moving her hips against him as the muscles around her midsection, all the way down into her thighs tensed and cramped up.

"Breathe, Fai," Jett urged when he felt her holding her breath against the pain and discomfort. "'Nd keep those hips moving, yeah? It'll help."

"Nnngh," Faith moaned, pressing her forehead against Jett's shoulder and spreading her thighs further apart so that the sensitive flesh between her legs was resting more firmly against his thigh. That was about all she could do, though, paralyzed by the ever-increasing pain of the contractions.

"Good girl," Jett praised, one hand rubbing firm circles against her lower back while the other carded through one of her trembling wings, hitting all the spots that he knew usually drove her wild when they were in bed together.

"Ah!" Faith gasped when Jett rocked his leg up, the friction causing sparks of pleasure to go through her veins and mix with the pain in an almost addicting way. "Jett," she whined, hips starting to move again as the contraction faded. She was barely even aware of how desperately she was grinding against him, chasing the orgasm she could feel slowly building within her.

"That's it, pretty-girl," he rumbled against her ear, "Do what you need to - want you to feel good when you're having my baby." Jett's hands moved to grip Faith's hips then, guiding her to a more steady pace when her movements started to go erratic. "Shh, babygirl, you're okay," he purred when she sobbed against him, absolutely aching to cum. "Ya wouldn't cum like that, though, sweetie. You're too tense - lemme help, yeah?"

Faith nodded against his shoulder, alternating between clawing down his back and just holding tight onto his shirt as she followed the rhythm he set for her.

"There you go. Just focus on how good it feels, grinding your pretty little cunt on me. Don't fight it - don't fight me, got it? Let yourself go, sweetheart," Jett instructed, letting out a warm chuckle when he felt her go all but limp against him. Her protruding stomach pressed against his abdomen and brushing against his erection with every movement.

It was rather distracting and Jett couldn't help the low moan he let out when he felt her tremble against him.

It wasn't long before she was tensing again - this time in pleasure - and crying out as her orgasm washed over her. A gush of fluid soaked Jett's sweatpants and the part of the couch they were sitting on, even dripping down onto the floor. It was way too much to just be Faith squirting which meant...

"Shit - did your water just break?"

"Mhm," Faith whimpered, still riding out her orgasm even as another contraction started.

"Oh," Jett mumbled, sucking in a sharp breath when he felt Faith bite against his shoulder, cock twitching against her tightening stomach. "Keep goin', sweet girl," he urged, his own voice trembling a little with an equal mix of arousal and anxiety.

"B-but... ah... p-pressure," Faith managed to choke out, suddenly able to feel the full force of the baby's head against her cervix. It was low and the pressure was so much more intense without the amniotic sac acting as a cushion.

"I know, pretty bird, I know," Jett soothed, no longer guiding Faith's movements but just letting her rock her hips however she needed to.

She didn't even realize she was doing it and for a completely different reason this time. Sparks of pleasure still trailed up her spine, arousal still heavily present all through her body, but the real reason she was moving her hips was in an attempt to ease that sudden pressure.

"Jett," Faith groaned as the contraction ended but the pressure stayed.

"Talk to me, doll. What's happening?" Jett said, letting one of his hands wander back to her wings and wishing he could get to her chest because fuck, the sort of noises she made lately when he played with her sore and swollen breasts were fucking music.

It wasn't about him and his wants, though, no matter how hard he was. It was about her and he wasn't about to be so selfish.

"It's - th-the baby, I can feel the head," Faith panted. "'S so low," she moaned, whole body trembling as her clit rubbed just so against the soaked fabric of his sweats.

"Oh God," Jett whined, cock twitching harder against her belly. "Means it'll be over soon," he rasped, not sure how much longer he'd be able to control himself because his erection was starting to hurt.

It was just so fucking hot, having his girl squirming in his lap about to give birth, grinding against him like she was in heat, desperate for more relief even after she's already cum.

Jett gripped her hips again, pressing her down hard against his thigh while he rocked his leg up at the same time. Faith's whole body shook, tensing for a moment before going limp against him again with a shuddering sob. "Was that good or bad, doll?" Jett asked, though he didn't get a verbal answer in response.

The way she was nodding her head and grinding her hips down hard got the point across, though.

"Lemme know when you gotta push, kay? Till then you can stay like this if it helps," Jett told her, his own voice shaky as his cock throbbed and pulsed where it was trapped inside his wet sweats, pinned underneath the weight of her big stomach.

"K-Kay," Faith squeaked out, rocking her hips slow but firm against him. She couldn't help the way her green eyes rolled when he grabbed a handful of feathers in a much rougher way than he has during the whole of her labor - more like how he does right as he's about to cum, buried deep inside of her.

That's when she realized that it was his cock straining against her belly and the thought that he was so turned on damn near made her fall over the edge again.

The only thing that stopped it was the pain of another contraction.

Soon, though, the pain was overshadowed by the pressure as it worsened.

Pressing down against Jett gave her minimal relief and she found herself bearing down against the pressure without even realizing it. A series of little grunts left her mouth as she pushed, feeling as the baby's head traveled down towards her entrance.

With how hazy her brain was with the mix of discomfort, pain, and pleasure, though, she didn't think to stop grinding against Jett even as her pussy started to bulge and burn until the contraction ended and the head slid back - unable to go anywhere else.

It was the feeling of Faith straining against him and realization that she was pushing that tipped Jett over the edge, though, letting out a low groan as he added to the wet mess of his sweats.

"Hey - Faith - babe," Jett mumbled breathlessly as the reality of the situation washed over him like a bucket of ice water. "You gotta - Fuck - just let up a bit, yeah? Let the baby come now."

"Okay," Faith whimpered, groaning low and rough as she lifted her hips away from Jett. The sudden lack of counter pressure made her well aware of just how heavy the baby was.

Even though she wasn't having a contraction, Faith couldn't stop herself from pushing against the increased pressure, muffling a scream against Jett's shoulder when she felt that burning sensation again only worse.

Instinctively, Faith tried to press her hips back down to ease that pain and pressure but was stopped by a pair of strong hands on her hips. "Shh, doll, I know, I know. You can't, though, babygirl, you gotta let our baby come," Jett tried to soothe as she sobbed and struggled against him. "Here - If you can turn around I'll be able to play with that cute lil clit of yours."

"F-Fine," Faith huffed, letting Jett help her turn in his lap so she had her back against his chest, her own legs kept spread with his thighs and his hands instantly wandering.

One went to her chest, gently fondling a sore milk-filled breast as his other hand slid over her hip and down until he was cupping her bulging pussy. The very top of the baby's head forcing her inner lips to part. Jett gently traced around the head with his pointer finger, feeling Faith tremble against him, her wings giving a weak little flap at all the sensation.

"I - Jett - I gotta push," Faith whined, squirming against him and fruitlessly trying to close her legs or do something to protect against the increasing burn she felt.

Jett kept her legs spread, though, letting his thumb rub against her clit while the rest of his hand cupped her pussy as the baby's head slowly forced its way out.

"Be a good girl and push, then, my pretty birdie," Jett purred, kissing her neck as she threw her head back against his shoulder with a loud cry as her stomach tightened.

Gently, Jett provided some counter pressure to make sure the baby didn't crown too quickly - he didn't want her to tear, after all - while he rubbed her clit and gently pinched at one of her nipples.

"There's my good girl," Jett praised even as she squirmed against him, hot tears rolling down her cheeks and wings flapping harder as the baby came to a full crown. "Such a good little birdie. You're doing amazing, doll. My sweet girl, having my baby for me, yeah, you're doing such a good job," Jett cooed.

"Ngh, h-hurts," Faith grunted, the muscles in her thighs jumping and twitching as she tried to close them again only for Jett to stop her from doing so. "I - Jett - No! I-It's - it's goin' back - no, no, no."

Sure enough, Jett could feel the baby's head slide back in just a little bit as she stopped bearing down, not quite at a full crown anymore. "Hey, shh, it's okay, sweetheart. Just let it - don't fight. It's better to let it come slow, kay? Means you won't tear as easy. Just focus on my hands," Jett told her, rubbing his thumb harder against her sensitive clit.

Faith couldn't do anything besides just whine and moan, torn between pleasure and intense discomfort until another contraction came.

This time, the baby's head didn't slip back at all as she stopped pushing. Spreading her open to her limits and making her shake and sob and struggle even more against Jett.

It took a lot of coaxing and cooing for Jett to get her to take a few deep breaths and stop fighting, talking to her the whole time. The feeling of his hands on her barely even took the edge off anymore, but at least it was something else for Faith to focus on and think about.

And he kept it up, only stopping to make sure there wasn't a cord wrapped around the baby's neck after she managed to get the head out, and then right before the second shoulder came out.

Jett caught the baby easily, instantly bringing it up to lay it - her - against Faith's chest as the bird-hybrid slumped against him.

As soon as she managed to get her arms to work enough to cradle the crying newborn, Jett grabbed one of the soft towels they had next to them to wrap the baby in.

While Faith was nursing their daughter for the first time, Jett couldn't help but press a kiss right behind Faith's ear and mumble;

"So when're ya gonna lemme knock you up again, huh?"

#birth kink #labor kink #fpreg #orgasmic birth #childbirth #giving birth #...i had to pause like 2-3 times while writing this y'all bc i just #fuuuuuuck 🥵🥵🥵#hope you guys like reading it as much as i liked writing it lmao

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itsbrucey · 14 days

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Stampson posting bc eueuggghhhhhh y'know but deeply.. in love with Darryl freaking out in werewolf mode ( yeah it's another werewolf post IM SORRY) and going feral. Just in pain from a transformation and scared and upset and bloodthirsty. Ron trying to calm him down and Darryl ends up pinning him and it's a moment of " oh Ron's going to lose his face" but he grabs the sides of Darryl's head and starts smoothing the fur back and awkwardly but sincerely reassuring him. And Darryl's fur goes flat and his eyes focus.

#falls limp by an open manhole and just falls in and fucking dies #“ Its going to be ok buddy. i got you Darryl. you're alright” FUUUUUUCK #stampson #Caden pleeseeeeeeessseee kill me kill me kill me.#Ron “ dog lover” and Darryl “ big fucking dog”

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kvetchinglyneurotic · 8 months

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Hi would you ever consider writing more autistic jamie fics cause you write it so well when the boys were so gentle with him and turned the lights off so he was les overwhelmed I cried

Thanks for the ask! That scene was, unusually for me, completely unplanned, but ended up being one of my favourites in the fic so far. The awful thing about meltdowns is that on top of the experience itself, people expect you to be able to explain what's going on, so I did find it kind of cathartic to write about a scenario where someone else recognizes what's happening and knows how to help without having to be told.

As for your question, the answer is yes! While I'm sure this was unintentional on the part of the writers, Jamie does just kind of read as autistic to me — most noticeably with the stimming (his little hand tuck in his shirts, the whole boot room scene in 3x11) but also because the way he sometimes misinterprets social cues is quite similar to the way that I misinterpret them (I would also assume someone telling me I'm easy to break up with was a genuine complement, for instance) — so that will probably always be at least implied in the way I characterize him. In terms of more overt depictions, I do have kind of an amorphous blob of an idea about someday writing a fic specifically about Jamie realizing he's autistic and having a crisis about it, though I'm not sure when/if I'll actually get around to that.

#fic: the hedgehog's dilemma #future fic ideas #ted lasso fanfic #jamie tartt #autistic jamie tartt #ask #throwback to the time youtube recommended me “are you autistic” videos unprompted for like five years #and then i would watch them like. youtube has correctly profiled me as someone who likes learning about different experiences 🙂#do i technically have the symptoms of autism? yes. but in like. a neurotypical way #anyway eventually i learned the actual dsm-v criteria and had a roy kent-style fuuuuuuck moment #at the time i spent like a month having a crisis about it but it's funny now #kvetch oc

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misssmeat · 2 years

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I recently ran into an old flame on a business trip. The whole thing was unexpected and obnoxious because it felt like he was infringing on MY space even though I acknowledge we were at a very public, very large event for our shared industry.

I still screamed in the shower when I saw his DM that he was at the event.

The last time I saw him, his car pulling away from my apartment. Leaving me in a heap on the floor in the middle of the night. No more than 4 minutes after he orgasmed. An orgasm that ended up causing bruising across my throat and a blister in my mouth.

And he just… left.

I enjoy being used, I consented to his roughness. I loved every moment.

I didn’t consent to being left without care. To being used and discarded.

I called him that night and tried to explain I wasn’t okay. He said he was sorry.

He didn’t turn his car around.

So, when he walked up to me at our shared work event and said, “I consider you a friend. I hope you consider me one…?” - I wrecked him.

Viciously. Roasted him for over 15 minutes. Made him late to a meeting because I wouldn’t let him walk away from me.

My being submissive doesn’t give you the right to abuse me.

My being submissive doesn’t mean I won’t rip your balls off in a public setting when you show your face near me again.

I’m a submissive, and I’m powerful.

We won’t be talking again.

Fuck. Off.

#hi subs!!! remember how powerful you truly are!!!!#and yet he still came and found me every day after #because I guess I’m addictive #which I know #but fuuuuuuck off #it was weird #this was a bad convo #then it felt like we started to get in a better place #and then it went to shit again lol #thoughts

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chemical-processes · 18 days

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Chapter 6 of Deimos

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The song she hums is familiar. Lilting and melodic, a lullaby on the edge of his memory. It’s like every moment of his childhood recreated in perfect detail, too clear and full to be a dream. Or: Gotham Memorial Hospital is a powder keg.

#vrykolakas #deimos #why the fuuuuuuck did i put so many subplots in this fic #anyways now you can enjoy my writing at its usual speed #finals is over baby #i did not kill myself or anyone else and i deserve a fucking medal for it #this chapter was so fun to write!

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