Just woke up and prayed for God to get Jackson to Heaven for like an hour. Am I ever going to stop obsessing over things and people that will never have anything to do with my life? 🙄

Hey, hi, hello!

So hear me out...

Pornstar! Gaz who's director decides it's the reader's turn to top Gaz because that's what the porn industry has been turning towards. Gaz is a little skeptical because how can his sweet girl do anything but be pliant for him? But he goes along with it anyways.

Flash forward and his body is shaking, eyes rolled back as he desperately fists the sheets until his knuckles turn pale. Reader is a better top than he thought she would be! Poor boyo is so overstimulated that he's a whimpering, crying mess and reader is just riding him without a care in the world, maybe thinking about giving him a lil prostate torture while she's at it. <3

Anyways, that's all I have. Good day.

ps!gaz masterlist [unedited because i'm tired just enjoy the horny thots]

"Beg."

All Kyle sees when his pretty brown eyes flutter open is your grin. Usually he thinks your smile is cute, but right now the only word that pops into his mind when he sees it is devilish. He would hate to admit that he underestimated your abilities when the director said you were supposed to be dominant that day, but he certainly never expected this.

Your sweet cunt sucked him in the moment you lowered yourself onto him, and you refused to let him do any of the work. Pawing his hands away from you like he was nothing more than an annoying cat, you bounced on his cock like you owned it. Owned him. Fuck, you brought him so close to heaven that he had completely forgotten the two of you were filming until he saw someone shuffling in the corner of his eye.

But now, as he lays there and stares up at you, his mind is blank. Up until now, you hadn't really spoken much. Just took the lead and rendered him a writhing, sweaty mess underneath you. It didn't help that you had stopped right as he felt he was about to come. It renders his brain completely fried. His brows pinch together as he attempts to catch his breath.

"Huh?" he pants.

Your grin only grows wider at his cute confusion, and you slowly roll your hips back and forth. It's a painful dance, the way your walls clench around him. It only leaves him wanting more, and yet instead of asking, the only thing his body is capable of giving you is a strained groan and his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

"I said beg," you repeat.

It's clear with his heaving chest and fluttering eyes that Kyle's completely useless. You've never seen him so fucked out before, and it's a masterpiece that you know you won't forget anytime soon. Still, the film is running, so you take your hands and gently slide up along his feverish skin. Goosebumps rise along his chest in wake of your fingers as your hands cup either side of his head, forcing his full attention on you (as if he could put it anywhere else).

"Do you think I let just anyone come in this pussy?" you ask. You lean forward to press a chaste kiss against the corner of his mouth before nuzzling your nose into his cheek. "No, only good boys get to do that. And do you know what good boys do? They beg."

Kyle's mind finally makes sense of what you're asking of him, and you feel his cock twitch inside of you as he groans. Every muscle in his body contracts as he attempts to hold himself back, to keep himself from seeming pathetic, but you've brought him so close to the edge, tortured him for so long he's not sure he cares anymore.

"Please, doll," he says in a whisper. Your lips are so close together that you can almost feel the way the words form on his mouth.

"Can't hear you," you goad.

"Please," he tries again. "Fuck, thank you f-for makin' me feel so good. I just- please, I need more. Just a little more, please doll, I'll be good I swear- fuck."

Your chuckling cuts him off as you push yourself back. The view of the muscles tensing in his neck as he looks at you through heavy lids is nearly enough to make you fold.

"Look at you," you croon. "So lovely for me, aren't you?"

There's no time for him to respond before you're back to riding him, hips slamming against his with such fervor it steals his breath away. Kyle's head wrenches back into the mattress as his fingers nearly tear holes in the sheets. The only thing he can mutter between breaths is the phrase thank you over and over and over again.

"Good boy."

MW3: A Year After

.8k | angst, fml, MW3 spoilers

It’s been a year. I’d always dreaded it. Never even thought I’d be here to say it. But it’s been a year since the last time you held me, kissed me and told me you loved me. Since you didn’t text back in over 36 hours, since Price showed up at our door that quiet night.

I wrote you many eulogies – I just couldn’t say enough. In those two days leading up to your funeral, I laid on the floor of our room staring at the ceiling. I fumbled with your dog tags around my neck as I recited the words through the endless river of tears. I got this, I thought, but instead I stood by your casket sobbing, the soggy wad of paper crumpled in my fist.

I tried to say more than “John Mactavish was” – I really did, but my ground trembled and my sky shattered. Price had to lead me back to my seat, saying no one needed me to say a thing to know just how much you meant to me.

This body wasn’t mine anymore. It felt like a bad dream. Like I woke up in a different life, like I fell down the darkest pit into a different universe, that this was someone else’s life.

My soul died with you, and it plunged me into an abyss. You took the breath out of my lungs, and I was tortured in the tsunamis of missing you. My heart was barren, a wasteland, where the heartbeat wasn’t anymore. I floated in nothingness, wishing something, anything to take me away from this world without you in it.

It was unfair. You didn’t deserve this.

I couldn’t stop talking about your departure, about how unceremonious it was, about how crudely you were taken from me. Unfortunately, the person I wanted to talk about your death the most with was you.

I wish there was a customer care line in heaven, because I know that's where you’d be. I’ll take an email address; I’ll file a formal complaint, a strongly worded one. I’ll rant all about it, and knowing you, you’d make it all okay.

I’d been scared that I’d forget you, but I haven’t. I remember my favourite things about you. You loved so freely, so fiercely, laughed so loud and proud. You always made everyone feel good around you. You were my eternal sunshine. Everything you touched blossomed. With the smile on my face, people told me I was always so happy. Of course. You were mine.

Our time was cut short, way too short, but I had so many blessings I couldn’t even begin to count. It brought me such joy to wake up every day knowing I was yours. Heaven was a place on Earth with you, and it’d be selfish to ask for anything more.

But how could I lie to myself. I am selfish. I do want so much more with you.

Knowing that I have to spend the rest of my life without you ruined me. I’ve got these years left, too many now without you. I’d have given you half of my remaining breaths, so I could be with you longer. Hell, I’d give you all of it, because I know you’d keep the world safe. You deserve to see it.

That gives me a glimmer of hope - the tiniest bud. I always think I wouldn't last another day without you, but I always do. Your selflessness gives me the strength, my sunshine. It will all be ok, like you always said.

You told me there’s always hope as long as the sun is still warm like your kisses, the sky is still as blue as your gorgeous eyes, and the breeze still tickles like your whispers against my skin. And like the moon and the stars, and in the promise of tomorrow, you said I’d always rise.

You were in my life for many years, and there will come a day that I'd be without you longer. But I'll carry on. You taught me to live in the moment, and I will. I'll keep living, for you, my sunshine.

I miss you beyond words. No matter how long it’s been since our last ‘I love you’, I love you - enough to last more than this lifetime. In time I’ll let you go, but for now don’t wake me up from this dream because I still want to be in love with you.

Thank you, Johnny. Being together was truly a gift.

Forever yours, no matter where you are, even when we can't meet anymore.

I’m sorry I had to get this out of my system. Here’s a happy possessive best friend Soap crashing your date fic

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I think Percy's destructive nature is somewhat of a surprise to Annabeth. Grover and Sally have long since been aware of it.

Sally because she knows Poseidon, he even warned her that his kids inherit his emotional flipflopping, she's seen the ocean at its best and its worst, she knew fully what she was getting into when she became pregnant.

Grover because even if his nature isn't oceanic, he's still a nature deity and has a general understanding of how other natures operate, and he has the empathy link, but even before the empathy link he was able to spot when Percy was resisting the urge to punch someone in the face for saying something rude.

Annabeth knows Percy can be destructive. But she's not aware of the depths to his destruction, to his anger. She's seen when he's at various positive emotional extremes - happiness, tranquility, etc - but not the extremes of his rage and all that accompanies it.

Because Sally taught him to be good, to be kind. She taught him how to relieve himself of his anger, his upset, without hurting anyone. She stressed the importance of not taking his feelings out on other people. That it's not fair to be mean to someone who didn't upset you. And Gabe's abuse made him even more reluctant to become a person who hurts other people and doesn't care.

Ironically befriending Grover made those lessons hard to follow. Grover being bullied frequently just piled on the angry feelings he had to swallow. It would bury the positive emotions, making it even harder to focus on the good things that kept him kind.

Tartarus is the first time Annabeth gets a peak at the lake, instead of the river that flows from it. She's... scared. Not of Percy, but just in general. It's okay to be scared when someone, even someone you love, tortures a goddess and only stops because you asked. She knows Percy would never hurt her.

But she also knows that Percy would hurt others for her.

She doesn't know how to bring it up, but it's clear that the mask he wore before Tartarus is broken and the methods he used to use aren't working anymore. He grits his teeth more. He clenches his fists frequently. Anger, stress, annoyance - they all flit across his face when before she had to study the tension of his shoulders to tell when he was annoyed.

His shoulders are always tense.

She doesn't know what to do. She knows she should tell Sally - Estelle is a baby, babies can be annoying, and while she doubts Percy would hurt his little sister, that doesn't mean the lake won't overflow with the emotions she could cause. She knows she should tell Grover - the two of them have more of an emotional connection, regardless of the empathy link, and he's always been more willing to hash out his emotions with Grover than with her.

She knows it's because she's solution oriented. Sometimes he just wants to say things but she struggles not to analyze the problems and figure out a worthy fix. Percy's also bad at wording his thoughts, and she lacks the patience to let him stumble back and forth and in a circle trying to find the right explanaton.

She knows she should tell them. But she doesn't. It's difficult to ask for help, even on the behalf of other people. She wants to help him herself. Prove she can fix what broke with her in Tartarus. Surely they'd already know anyway - Sally because he lives with her and Grover because of the empathy link. So she keeps her lips shut and watches him carefully. He seems to be getting better with time.

Then weeks later Grover is pulling her away as Sally calls her phone. The world goes hazy. Sounds turn vague, the only clarity being Sally's voice. Grover's eyes are full of tears. His hands shake. Annabeth reaches out and holds them.

Certain words echo in Annabeth's head and encircle everything else Sally says. Tried to kill himself, she'd said. But he's fine. Those words repeat like a broken record. Eventually they overlap until they're nothing but a garbled mess.

It hurts when Sally tells them that she can't divulge Percy's location. It hurts when she admits she's not even sure where Percy is, but that she knows who he's with, that he's safe, that's he's fine. It hurts when she reads off the short note Percy left behind. Her pained laugh at Percy's deliberate handwriting cuts through Annabeth's gut like a knife

Why didn't she do something? Percy is a good person. Kind. Loving. Unending rage towards anything and everything would drive him insane. She should've known that. She should've anticipated it. She should've helped him.

But she was scared. She wanted to pretend everything was normal. Like it had been when the mask was still in tact and his methods worked and she never became worried by the furrow of his brows or the clench of his fists. She was scared, she was a coward.

And now Percy was gone.

Ok I just need to vent for a sec because I finished my Romanced/non-ascended Astarion run and gosh

As someone who suffers from severe PTSD... this means a lot to me. I've seen so many characters in media with PTSD where the condition isn't taken seriously/written poorly, or the only 'happy ending' they get is death.

But this... This is nice. The life I've lived is abnormal. I don't talk about it much because most people either wouldn't believe it, or might feel bad just for hearing it. I've survived torture, starvation, attempted murder, and I'm only just coming out of a lifetime of that. I was trapped for ages. Years. So many years. It's made it hard to trust people, or feel genuinely cared for. And being able to play a character on the other side of that, as someone confronted with a person traumatized and tasting freedom for the first time... and being able to help them, despite the difficulties, and get them to a place of safety and happiness is... I don't even know what word to use. It makes me feel hopeful, in a way. Seen. Understood a little.

And his reaction to freedom and safety! While it's not exactly like my own, it's so close. And I've never seen that feeling represented before. Safety is terrifying! Trusting people is terrifying! It feels impossible to believe anyone would genuinely stick with you while you work it all out.

When you go through a life of trauma, there's no such thing as safety. You get so used to the danger that going without it is the most terrifying thing in the world. Your brain and body can't comprehend that there isn't a threat. Before I escaped my situation, I knew there was always danger. I was always prepared for it, I was used to it, and knew how to tell when and how I needed to react. Being scared is familiar. It's a crutch, almost. The fear keeps you alert and alive. But... when the source of that fear is gone, you're left with this horrible feeling that the danger hasn't passed - you just can't see where it's coming from or what shape it'll take.

It's numbing. But a weird numbness. You flip between that and deep periods of, 'Oh fuck oh god, all of that really happened and now I have to pick up the pieces and live with it'.

Seeing someone else going through that, and being able to say the things I wish someone would tell me (and not even realize I needed to hear it until after) feels so good in the most aching way possible.

And the Cazador scene! There's one part at the start that hits so hard:

That last line is everything I wish I could say to my own parents. I was punished for everything. Anything I did was an excuse to hurt me, even something as simple as showing an emotion or reacting to the pain. But when I escaped it all, and my father tried to pull me back, he tried to frame it like he'd done it all for my own good. That I was the one at fault, and failed despite his best efforts to 'help' me.

I wish I had the courage to yell those words at him, instead of trying to keep peace and make myself meek. "Fuck you and fuck everything you've ever done to me". I feel that in my soul. I want to scream it at him until my lungs hurt and I can't breathe.

And his ending... He can't stay in the sun anymore. It hurts him. It'll affect him for the rest of his life. But he has someone who cares for him, who will stay with him despite that, who doesn't view it as a hindrance. I can't even describe how that makes me feel. I have wounds from what was done to me that will never truly heal, and until now I've always thought of it as a flaw that would make me unlovable. As odd as it is... Him not being able to go in the sun makes it an even happier ending for me? Yes, it hurts and it sucks. But... He's not alone. Part of him believes you'll leave him now that he's confined to the shadows. Proving him wrong feels like a final affirmation that, yes, you're really staying with him. It's real, and he won't be alone. Everything will be okay, despite the pain.

Anyways thanks for coming to my traumadump. I really wish Larian would give us more opportunities to hug Astarion.

Binghe though. Binghe's a lot of things. Binghe's like a dizzying amount of things.

As a Qing Jing Peak disciple, Binghe had gone through dehumanizing privation. He had gone through so many disappointments and losses that he had decided not to cry anymore. He was not going to show weakness because weak things get stepped on, like his mother had been.

He's still trying, thinking if he is good enough, then he can succeed and gain acceptance, he only has to hide or downplay who he is; and be what they want him to be, those golden people who had already made it into the status of a full human being worthy of respect, even if they got there by virtue of a luckier birth. There is something wrong with him that he needs to hide and overcome.

This theme comes back with Meng Yao and Mo Xuanyu in MDZS.

I believe both Binghes were still trying when they were each pushed into the Abyss. After that, Bingge knows that cannot happen, so he becomes a thing of nightmares instead. (Meng Yao tortures and murders and keeps the facade with ever-rising cost. Mo Xuanyu annihilates himself to gain revenge.)

Bingmei--tries again. Genuinely. He tries with the Huan Hua Palace. If he is good enough and toes the line and smiles gently and is always correct, shizun who said that demons are not inherently bad might come back to that point of view. Just keep everything that happened in the Abyss, in the Abyss. Keep that demon stain hidden. Manipulate. Lie. Be a hero. They will accept you then. The person who loved you the last time you were pulling this act, who made you feel genuinely loved, will love you again if you correct yourself.

There are so many things about Bingqiu in canon that I find unsatisfying, but if you're putting a character through all of this, I can't really even begrudge that they play-act good disciple/indulgent master, that Binghe reverts back to the innocent act that has never had more than a passing familiarity with the truth, asking SQQ to treat him as a loveable child. He knows that Shen Qingqiu knows exactly what he is like and who he is. He's just found a way to behave that Shen Qingqiu responds to with love, and it's the same one he was projecting when he really was a child, even if this time they both know it is an act, a request for affection.

When Shen Qingqiu calls him a pure-hearted young man, I think what he means is that Binghe wanted to be a hero, not a villain, and he's not driven by greed or cruelty, but is seeking acceptance, and has been reacting to repeated rejection, failure to integrate.

When Shen Qingqiu says he himself has reached enlightenment, he means he has put his pride aside to be able to give of himself fully and without reservation to another who needs him, whom he loves. Both of them needed that at that moment, and I think they needed to keep giving and receiving for some time.

Anyway I started writing this illness-fuelled wall of text to say that Binghe wouldn't act like a whiny child around anyone else, because he's a chameleon who responds to what you expect to see, if he cares about your opinion at all, and who he is by himself is a results-oriented overachiever with the same crack in the middle that most other perfectionists are also working so hard to conceal.

The happy place

Katsuki has a happy place... and his name is Izuku. It's also the apartment they live in together and the couch where they both end up on top of each other, sometimes fighting over the remote... Sometimes just taking a break from all the things they have to do for everyone else.

They're hero partners now and Katsuki somehow managed to convince his friend/rival that it was more convenient for them to live together.

His mother gave him a knowing and judging look when she heard the story from Izuku, the first time their parents payed them a visit; Inko was just happy for the two of them.

Katsuki knows his mother is right and this is ridiculous, that he's torturing himself, but if it's the only way he can have Izuku then he's willing to endure all the "suffering" that comes with it. The truth is that he's mostly enjoying himself; when they're not paired together and he gets home early, he makes dinner for the both of them. When he gets back later and very tired from his patrol, Izuku makes him a cup of coffee and starts patching him up.

Even in their days off they're almost never apart from each other, Katsuki makes sure of it. They both visit each other's friends together, sometimes they go to a coffee shop or a new restaurant Izuku is dying to try and talk about everything they want to.

Katsuki loves what he has now, although he's not going to lie and say he's never wished for anything else. Sometimes he finds Izuku asleep on the couch and leans closer to him to kiss his curls before taking him back to his own room, thinking what it'd be to sleep in the same one instead.

Sometimes he wonders what it'd be to be greeted with a kiss on the lips instead of the happy smile Izuku always has for him.

Other times he's afraid, especially when he notices the way people look at Izuku, when a fan asks for an autograph and gets a little bit too friendly with him until they notice Katsuki (pro hero Dynamight himself) looking like he wants to kill someone over Izuku's shoulder.

How long does he have until Izuku meets someone and leaves him for good? Katsuki doesn't want to think about that... It's true that they would still be friends if that happened, but it'd never be the same.

It's been a year since Katsuki started living with Izuku and he's not sure if he can live without him anymore. His mother sometimes tells him he's being overdramatic, but she doesn't understand.

His father does and perhaps that's why he keeps encouraging him to confess before it's too late. However, Katsuki is afraid of scaring Izuku off; he always has been, otherwise he'd probably have confessed when they were in the UA still.

Looking fondly at Izuku's messy hair over his chest, Katsuki ruffles it before he notices that his nerd has fallen asleep all over him again. He enjoys those quiet moments because he has the opportunity to be completely honest without fearing the consequences.

Katsuki leans over him before kissing his forehead, Izuku hums and smiles in his sleep before nuzzling against Katsuki's chest.

"I love you, nerd," he whispers. "You make me happy. Don't you ever leave me."

The last words always come out a little bit sad and broken, because Katsuki knows that he'll watch Izuku leave eventually.

***

Izuku has early access to all his merch because Katsuki can't help himself and enjoys too much when his nerd wears a Dynamight hoodie that's too big for him inside their apartment.

It's the closest thing Katsuki has to Izuku wearing his clothes, he secretly pretends they are his anyway; he knows it's ridiculous but he really doesn't care, Izuku looks too cute to care about anything else.

He's constantly posting pictures of Izuku on his Instagram and Twitter and doesn't bother to reply when his fans start asking if pro hero Deku is his boyfriend or what kind of relationship they have.

He tells his friends it's because he doesn't have time to answer those questions and he knows people are going to think whatever they want anyway, but the truth is that he likes when people assume Izuku is his, it makes daydreaming about it a lot easier.

Katsuki not only makes dinner for both of them, he has learned how to make Izuku's favorite foods. He enjoys making him happy and he secretly wants to give Izuku more reasons not to leave him.

His friends know about all of this and have tried to persuade him to confess, but Katsuki is too stubborn to listen to them, he's also afraid of scaring Izuku off.

Besides... What he has with Izuku is enough, Katsuki can live like this; he can live really happy with arriving home and throwing himself all over a very sleepy Izuku who only complains a little that Katsuki is too heavy, before moving on the couch a bit so Katsuki can fit better...

He doesn't actually start to panic until he watches Izuku getting interviewed one day and the pro hero mentions that he'd love to have a family eventually.

Katsuki wonders if he has someone in mind already or maybe if someone has asked him out... Then he paces around the room thinking about how long it'll take until someone watches the interview and decides to make Izuku's dreams come true and steals him from Katsuki for good.

He's so distressed, Izuku notices something's going on as soon as he walks in their apartment. He sits next to Katsuki on the couch and cradles his face with both hands.

"What happened, Kacchan? Are you alright?"

"We can have a family, if that's what you want," he blurts out, before he can stop himself.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"The interview... You said you wanted a family..."

Izuku pulls Katsuki into his arms and starts stroking his blond hair gently.

"Eventually..." He corrects him. "I don't think I'm quite ready for it right now."

"But when you are... I'm... I can give you that too, okay? You don't have to go to someone else, just don't leave me..."

Noticing how upset he actually is, Izuku tries to calm him down by kissing him on the forehead.

"Who said I was going to leave you?"

"You will when you fall in love..." Katsuki blurts out because he can't stop now, even though he's in pain. "If you give me a chance I can try to make you fall for me..."

Izuku rolls his eyes before pressing his lips against the other's.

"I'm already in love with you!"

"Then why are you going to leave me?"

"I never said anything about leaving you!"

They're arguing, but none of them is truly angry, they're confused and hurt, but nothing else...

Katsuki freezes before he jumps over Izuku, pushing him all the way over the couch; he ends up on top of him, staring at his green eyes in awe.

"Are you in love with me?"

"I am. I have been for a while, Kacchan... I thought it was obvious but you only liked me as a fri–"

Katsuki doesn't care, he can't wait any longer, he leans before kissing Izuku's breath away; he's been waiting for that moment for so long...

And it's even better than in his dreams because Izuku melts into the kiss with a moan before putting his arms around his neck to pull him closer to his chest; they kiss desperately, trying to let the other know how much they care, all the things they haven't said in a while...

Eventually, they have to pull away for air, but Katsuki keeps touching and pressing light kisses all over Izuku's neck and face until he makes him giggle.

"Wait, Kacchan... We need to at least talk about it first... What do you want from–"

"Marry me." Katsuki is not embarrassed of his words, he's tired of hiding how he feels so he doesn't even blink when Izuku stares back at him in shock.

"Are you... I mean, we just–"

"I have loved you for years now, Izuku," Katsuki cuts him off, cradling his face in his hands. "We have lived together enough and have known each other our whole lives... I know the best and worst about you and you know the same about me... I love you, there's no else for me..."

Katsuki only hesitates once, after he notices Izuku's tears falling from his eyes. He wipes them off gently, before kissing his cheeks.

"It's okay if you don't want to–"

"I'd love to marry you, Kacchan."

Katsuki kisses him again, but stops suddenly to rush towards his room; he's so happy he doesn't care if Izuku finds it ridiculous...

"Kacchan, why–" a loud sob escapes from his lips as soon as he sees the box and the tears slide from his eyes again as Katsuki puts a ring onto his finger. "Since when?"

"Highschool."

Instead of making fun of him, Izuku pulls him closer and gives him a kiss that leaves Katsuki dizzy for a while.

"I love you, Kacchan."

"I love you too, nerd."

***

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Good Enough (Charlie Dempsey x Reader) (18+)

Summary: I deadass don't know what to say. It's filth. Go crazy.

Warnings: slight angst, slight breeding kink if you squint, mentions of low self esteem, cursing.

...enjoy?

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"Don't say it, don't fucking s-say it.."

"Charlie, Charlie-"

You tried, you really tried. He came over after training with Drew, after you sent him the classic, terrifying, "We Need To Talk" text. You sat him down, holding his hand, choking back sobs as you tried to tell him you couldn't do it anymore. You couldn't handle being a burden and holding him back any longer. And instead of the reaction you expected, sorrow, or maybe even gratitude for finally letting him go, he stunned you with a simple sentence...

"Sh-shut up, you're not leaving me..." he grunted above you as he thrust into you. Just ten minutes ago you were in tears, trying to break up with him, and now you were on your back on the bed, your clothes god-knows-where- and your knees at your shoulders.

"You can't be fucking serious."

"What?" You stared, wiping at your face. Charlie didn't cuss. He never cussed, especially not at you.

"Come here. You're not fucking serious."

In one quick blur, he had you pressed against the wall, his tongue now down your throat. Then your shirts were on the floor. And now was fucking you until you couldn't think straight.

"I love...I love you... you think you’re not good enough for me?" he growled. His hand went to your chin, forcing you to look at him. He had that look on his face, the passionate, determined, almost animalistic look he saved for bending and torturing his opponents in the ring. Though the rest of his face said otherwise, you could he meant every word as he looked at you with his eyes.

"Look at me, Y/N. I love you. I want to marry you... I want to have your kids and you still think you're not good enough for me?"

"Ch...I'm sorry..."

"Stop apologizing." He pulled out, flipping you over so your face was buried in your pillow. You steadied yourself while his hands gripped your hips tight, sure to leave bruises in the morning as he pushed back into you. You whined as he pounded into you again, arching your back as he continued, listening to the sound of his skin against yours in the dark room.

"But I'm-mmph!" You gasped as he gave you a quick smack across the ass. You felt his hand around your neck, pulling you back to kiss your lips, then your forehead.

"Stop that, st- apologizing, right now." He said, squishing your face in his hand as he kissed you again and again, moving back to your lips. "What do I have to do to get it in your head that you're stuck with me, huh?"

You tried to respond, but all you could do was moan into his mouth as he bottomed out, then moved back to keep slamming his hips hard into yours. He pushed your face back into the pillow whole you whimpered for him, saying something else that took your ears a bit to register.

"I'm gonna fix-fix this...I don't care how long it t-takes, you're gonna- damn it- you're gonna know how much I love you..."

"Mmphh, Charliiiie..."

"Do you hear, me, doll? Huh? "

"Yes, yes yes yes..."

"Not good enough my ass...come on...s-say it.. say that you're good enough..."

You tried to breathe, damn near choking on your own saliva as you gasped and panted underneath him.

"Say it, say it or I won't let you... cum, i me-mean it-"

"Charlie, Charlie, please-"

"Say it, y/n, say it-

"G- I'm g-good eno- enough..."

You whined as he slowed down, his hand moving up and through your hair grabbing a fistful to pull you back by.

"I can't hear you, say it, say it."

"I'm good e-enough!" You cried as he sped his pace back up. You kept repeating the phrase as yo clenched around his cock, and could barely keep choking it out as he kept going past your orgasm, until his hips slowed down. His hot cum spilled into you. He pulled out, and you felt it drip out of you onto the bed as he laid on top of you, his arms around your middle. His hair brushed against your cheek as he wiped the sweat from your brow kissing your forehead once more.

"I'm n-not done yet..." You whined as his hand slipped between your legs, fingers pressing back into you as he kissed your cheek. The weight of him on top of you felt welcomed, and comforting. And although you were beginning to grow overwhelmed, so was the feeling of him pumping his fingers between your soaking walls.

"And you're not leaving me, Y/N," Charlie whispered ad he kissed your neck. "You're stuck with me forever, got that?" He moved your hair from in front your eyes, his own filled with so much love you could barely take it.

"Yeah..."

"Good. Don't forget that ever. And of you do, I'm gonna make you remember it. Got that?"

"Mm-hmm," you hummed, your eyes getting droopy as he continued his rhythm in you and as he sucked at the skin of your neck.

''Good."

-fin.-

The Sacrifice

Summary: I swear, if you could see him, you'd get it.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: None. Pure fluff, except for the painful torture of a Chevy Sonic.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 757

A/N: So, I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what.  They won’t always be in order.  This fic will be for the prompt: Write about finding a new hobby.

I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

The beautiful text divider at the bottom, was created by @talesmaniac89.

I have a new hobby. It's an expensive one and it's become pretty time consuming. My newest hobby is finding new and different ways to wreck my car.

My first breakdown was legitimate. Something died in my transmission, apparently. So, on a friend's recommendation, I brought it down to Singer Auto. She swore up and down that I was going to absolutely love the service I'd get there.

She said it with a hint of a hidden, knowing smile, and I was curious what it was all about. So I brought in my little Chevy hatchback, and the minute I met my mechanic, I got it.

His name is Dean and sweet holy Jesus is that man gorgeous. It defies logic for someone to be that incredibly beautiful, especially covered in grease and dressed in a ratty grey t-shirt, and dark blue coveralls with the arms tied around his waist.

The description doesn't exactly scream GQ, but trust me when I say this man should be on the cover of everything!

GQ? Yes.

Vogue? Yes.

Better Homes and Gardens? Sure.

Car and Driver? Yep - logical.

Playgirl?

...?

...?

...?

Excuse me, I'm gonna need a moment.

I mean, I know they don't even publish Playgirl anymore, but I swear they'd put it back into circulation if Dean said he'd pose!

But I digress.

My point is that after that first meeting with him - after shaking his big, warm, callused hand - after hearing him speak in his deep, delicious, honey-warm voice - I knew I absolutely had to see him again.

So, two days later I opened my hood, ripped out some wires and brought it back in. A week later I was back with two flat tires.

The other day I brought it in for an oil change. When Dean pointed out that they'd done an oil change as a matter of routine, the first time I brought it in, I insisted they do another anyway.

"Can never be too careful!" I'd squeaked at him. To which he'd nodded and smiled slightly, eyeing me like I might have a screw loose.

So, it's really stupid that I'm sitting in front of the garage again. I'm going to tell Dean that I hear a knocking sound. If he can't find the cause right away, he may need to keep it overnight which would give me reason to return tomorrow.

I climb out of my car but instead of going into the front reception area, I sneak in through the open garage door hoping I'll have the chance to see Dean actually working on a car. Maybe his t-shirt will be clinging to him, muscles straining as he lifts something heavy.

Maybe he'll be sweating.

But as I walk around the shelving unit full of spare parts, I hear the older mechanic speaking to Dean in a gruff voice.

"For God's sake, boy, ask her out. She obviously likes you, at least enough to keep trashing her car."

Dean runs a grubby hand down his face, depositing streaks of grease across his wrinkled brow.

"I don't know, Bobby. I mean, she's pretty classy; she told me what she does for a living? And I swear I had to go home and google it, and I still couldn't explain it to you!"

"Well, all I'm telling you is, I don't want to see that pretty little Sonic go through anymore trauma. I think - "

Bobby cuts himself off as he spots me by the shelves.

He clears his throat, gestures towards me, and then shoves Dean in my direction.

My face is beet red as Dean approaches. He's rubbing one hand across the back of his neck, a shy smile appearing on his beautiful face.

Good. God. It would be more merciful if he'd just kill me quick.

As he reaches me, I decide to pretend I haven't heard anything, so I wave my hand toward my car. "There's a...a knoc-"

"Can I take you to dinner?" Dean interrupts me, deciding to go the direct route. He's smiling, but I can see the uncertainty in his emerald eyes and it's ridiculously adorable.

I feel like leaping into the air and screaming like a game show contestant who just won a million bucks. But I settle for beaming up at him and clapping my hands a couple times.

"Yes, I would love that."

Dean's uncertainty melts away and his smile becomes wide and teasing.

"K, awesome. But let's take my car. Yours seems to have a lot of problems."

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Novel WuKong but he’s singing ‘I dont take insults lightly’, know I said this before but I want to go in depth a little bit.

Since Lmk changed stuff about the journey(and probably some stuff about WuKong too), I think this song would kind of show how Novel WuKong and Lmk WuKong personalities are opposite of each other.

The song also makes me think about the fact that book WuKong REALLY don’t take insults lightly at all (I mean those demons who did insult him died), while Lmk WuKong would be highly offended (and angered) but we see the demons that did pretty much insult him still alive unlike their book counterparts.

I’m also getting inspiration from that one fanfic on Ao3( love that fanfic, book WuKong is a menace we all love)

It's too early you can't do this to me

novel wukong wasn't a bad person, he was just highly traumatized and his response was fight.

He was stubborn and he thought of himself high, he had an ego, if he didn't had that already (who wouldn't after becoming a god and unstoppable?)

He never reacted lightly to things, in general. but especially in anger. Whenever he got insults, yes, they didn't exactly strike and hurt his pride, but yes, they did anger him.

One time, he got called a coward? A coward by a demon? wukong didn't even care about Tripitaka at the moment, he just wanted to prove that demon wrong, by killing them.

and it was that demon that comes after the first time wukong gets sent away by Tripitaka (with lbd) if I'm not wrong.

Lmk wukong is the opposite, same guy, same trauma, just decided to express it differently.

He's still stubborn, but he got turned down so many times, he got dehumanized, tortured and laughed at so many times that he himself believes all those comments we see with the scroll ("Bad monkey!")

but instead of trying to prove them wrong, he just takes it. Yes, most time it probably doesn't even matter to him what others say, he's a literal god, he likely dosen't even listen to mortals anymore. But whenever you say it to his face? Whenever he did something wrong? Or something wrong he didn't even realize it was wrong? Oh he shuts up. He takes it. He acts exactly like he does with Tripitaka, and hopes for the fillet not to come back.

He's traumatized, and instead of fight, he takes it, because in the end he understands those mistakes, but if people keep screaming at him of how he's a monster because of those mistakes, of past things that should have been left there to collect dust instead of getting brought up whenever he's not the perfect hero, of course he won't be able to recover. Every single time someone comes, SOMEONE, and has to force people to see what wukong USED TO BE. They HAVE to shove it down wukong face that he's hated by someone new (adding it to the list), they have to KEEP themselves thinking that wukong is incapable of change while the actual guy is the one who had the most change and is the nicest guy we can ever see on the show aside from the main crew and some of their alleys.

It's very ironic how, YES, novel wukong wasn't the nicest and he likely, almost definitely did not care about others unless it affected HIM personally, but now? Now that he HAD his change, now that he is finally to BE a good person? NOW. NOW. that he decides that he will not fight, but rather do anything he can just to keep everyone safe, alive, even the enemy?

They have to come and bring up who he used to be. It HAUNTS wukong at this point.

I would get pretty sick of it. Finally changing for the better and finally being seen in a better light just for people to never acknowledging that change, they just think you're still that monster to them.

Lmk and novel are opposites, clearly are, but they fit with each other like no one would because they are two sides of ONE coin.

A better side, and a less better one, but both have motives and are awfully human (human interpretation of the mind.) Who are only trying to do what they think is right.

it's too early and I'm sleepy you shouldn't have done this now idk what i just said

TRIGGER WARNING - CONTAINS VERY PERSONAL AND VERY SENSITIVE TOPICS SUCH AS SEVERE DEPRESSION AND TRAUMA, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

This is the real me, these are my true everyday thoughts.

The last thing I ever want to do is trauma dump anyone, but I need to release my pent up emotions somewhere. Please take the warning above seriously if this type of stuff makes you uncomfortable. I'm going on a sad and angry rant purely about local people i know in real life, NOT about anyone i talk to on tumblr, I genuinely love you. There will be very aggresive language. I'm posting this because this blog is my safe space and frankly i need somewhere to say what i'm about to say without paying for therapy.

I'm trying my best. I really am. It may not look it but i am. Me eating even 100 calories in a day, or waking up in the morning, is the best i have to give right now.

I am so far gone i don't even understand what's happening. I'm so fucking tired of life and don't know how much i can take anymore.

Tired of life-or-death level family trauma. I love them with all my heart and eternally grateful for the good they've provided to me, but can't ignore the bad either. They have ripped me apart, between being the golden child who's supposed to become a doctor and save the family, to the marriage counsellor/therapist for my parents, the lighting rod for my older brothers countless reckless idiotic actions, the suicide threats from family and friends and tearing myself apart trying to keep them alive, I can't take it anymore.

Tired of feeling hopeless, tired of feeling insecure about being 23 and still not having any sexual experience whatsoever because my attention was on my family and grades instead of living my life. Tired of watching the girls i fall so deeply in love in end up dating my closest friends it's fucking torture. It's pure fucking torture. I'm tired of telling people how i feel about still being single and told that being single is the best as if it isn't the most invalidating thing they could possibly say. Try never having any experience for your whole life, including never having your first kiss and tell me how you feel watching all your friends talk about their love lives, or having to watch it everyday knowing that it's something you'll never have.

Tired of walking around dead inside, tired of wearing a fake smike until i come home and crumble apart and pick myself back up the next morning to make it through the day, tired of losing interest in activities i used to be passionate about, tired of pretending like everything is ok, tired of constant doubt, tired of feeling the most depressed on christmas, new years, my birthday, pretty much any day that should be celebratory. Tired of the fact that everything i try to be happy doesn't work. I tried to gym consistently for 4 months, healthy diet, full time job, take care of myself, i can't anymore.

Graduating college very soon and all i can think about is how i became a shell of myself in those 4 years when i always dreamed about how college would be the place where i'd become the most happy and free. Instead it was disappointment and constant heart break over and over, from a straight A student aspiring to become a doctor to just trying to stay alive wondering what's the point...

I'm still trying my best

Miraculous for the ask game?

We’re you tortured as a child? | That was Dog s*** | Yea… no, just no | It doesn’t hold up | Never saw it, can’t judge it | It’s watchable | Overrated but not hated | Underrated and needs more love | Solid wave of nostalgia| It still lives up to the hype. | Master piece | This changed my life.

Red: The retool era/season 4 onwards

Green: Pretool era/seasons 1-3

*drags in the Juniper Lee measuring stick* Let's see how the kid hero show ranks. The mentor is so bad. He only cares about one of his chosen and if it wasn't for his knowledge of the kwamis and magical recipes, his contributions to the hero team would be solely negative. The heroic duo is a good combination of Good Kids and "the gosh-darned kids", Adrien and Marinette can both be stupid but they have such good intentions. Plagg is the best sidekick ever and Tikki is solid. The supporting cast is interesting enough even though the show makes you feel bad for anyone who's a big fan of one of them, considering how little focus each individual character gets.

A big weakness of Miraculous was always the rest of the cast outside of the heroes. The classmates are viewed as a supporting cast, but contribute so little they're actually minor characters. The rogues gallery is also very weak with only one and a half superpowered oponents who rely on a source of power that makes it so that the show will end if the heroes are ever to actually win against them, turning the franchise either into a single-villain show (which is bad for a superhero show) or an eternal game of keep-away with the Butterfly Miraculous. The draw of this show is the main leads and the superhero action and those are high quality in seasons 1-3.

Looking at the whole setup, Miraculous Ladybug, as the show it was conceived as, is at its best in season two. The main leads have been established enough for us to start getting some real depth to them, there's a couple of smaller story arcs going on and the show even settles on a supportive character or two to give more attention. If they'd kept pushing with the 5-hero team through season three and beyond we'd be discussing a very different, a lot better kid hero show, in my opinion.

All, in all, I'd say the pretool era show is very solid. I don't personally have nostalgia for it, since I was too old when it started airing, but I did hang on through season four because I was nostalgic for these three seasons, even as it became clear that the retool was changing everything I actually liked about the show.

But yeah, I just don't think season four is as good as some people make it out to be. The character focus is out of whack when they were just starting to get it right, they try to build up a longer story arc but then can't actually give said arc satisfying progression or conclusion and they change how the show works (what made it work in my opinion). There's barely any meat to the enemy encounters anymore, instead the show spends time on drama that they then don't commit to because they're suddenly allergic to characters other than Marinette getting to express their feelings. The reasons I dropped this show are vast and varied, but most come down to the later seasons basically being a different show that they just forgot to retitle.

What have you done? You did the one thing you swore you'd never do to me, you did. Everything you said you'd never do, you did. You've gotten comfortable taking your anger out on me. I come to you broken hearted. Telling you every single day how much this breakup is killing me. Calling you out on lies only to have you gaslight me into thinking I'm the problem. Only for once I can say it's not me. I'm capable of loving someone so unconditionally and being completely loyal. It wasn't me who ruined us. It was you. You took something so pure and true and destroyed it without a second guess. You want to take it back, it was a moment of weakness. Yet you can't. You'll always be the man who cheated on me. The man who promised me the world and took it all away at the same time. You're a deceptive person. You think you're not but you are. Everything adds up yet you have such a way with wrapping me around your finger and getting me to believe everything you said. I don't believe you anymore. I don't believe IN you anymore. I've lost hope. I no longer want you. I can't want you. In a way you're abusive. You don't see it though. I do. My friends do. Everyone can see through the lies you tell except me. They all warned me about you and I didn't listen. You're not really a nice person. I'm happy you're in therapy because maybe you'll listen to the therapist when they tell you the things you're doing is manipulative, deceptive and cruel. How can you take a look at me and choose to hurt me. You know my past. You still don't care. You still think it's okay to belittle me, manipulate me and yell at me when you get angry. I'm the emotional punching bag you use for sex. No more though. I can't give you that access to me anymore. I gave you my heart. I loved you with every fiber of my being. I gave it my all while you gave me lies and anger. What happened to you? You used to be so great. So good to me. Look at us now. We were gonna have babies. Get married but you traded that for other women. Women who will never give you what I gave you. Women who can't even fathom the level of love I gave to you. Yet you still chose them over me. How? How could I not have been enough for you? What did I ever do to you to deserve the treatment I get from you? It's okay though. We're going our separate ways soon. I want to exchange our things, hug you one last time and then let go. I have to let you go. I love you with all my heart but it's time. It hurts so bad thinking about you no longer in my life. My heart is beating fast just writing this. Please do not deny me closure. If you have any ounce of love left for me you wouldn't do that. You'd help set me free. Please set me free from you. Having you in my life only causes pain. I can't keep crying over you. I can't. I'm tired of laying in bed sobbing relentlessly because I no longer have you. Seeing you adding all these girls on fb and instagram is torture. You'll deny it though. As if my eyes are the ones telling lies instead of you. And I'll believe you. This is why I can't love you anymore. I can't give you access to my life or my body anymore. I'm setting you free Kade. You're free of me. I hope the path you chose to take without me brings you happiness. I know I'll find happiness again too. I'm determined. Without you in my life, without the pictures and social media, you'll fade. I won't remember the good times, I won't remember you. I'll have the stuffies and my memories in my memory box. They'll keep your memory alive. For a while. This is what I need. To forget you. To forget the love we had. The beautiful relationship we had. Gone. Forever. But it's okay. I'll be okay. Eventually.

Destiel Prompt List, 1. Inner monologue of a classic Destiel scene.

Trigger Warnings: Severe Feels, Co-dependency, mentions of clinical insanity and being in a constant state of anxiety

I'm not leaving without you

Cas throws the water over his face, eyes shifting again between all the most likely places for a Leviathan to pop up, all the best tactical positions for starting a fight with him right now. Still, he's gratefull for this momentary pause, this small piece of calm without fighting, even if it is just the calm before the storm, even if it is riddled with the anxiety of knowing he could and would be under attack again any second. Then he hears rustling. He just has time to figure the thought that he should leave before a voice, a very, very familliar voice calls out his name. "Cas!" "Dean."

Cas is overcome with longing, even more so than every time Dean prayed, because Dean is right there. But he needs to focus. He stays still for a second, fighting for his lucidity, fighting the urge to get up and hold Dean close. He knows he can't be near Dean. Why did Dean come find me? Did he try to find me? That's not logical why would he do that. But, why would he be here otherwise? How did he find me? He gets up, looking to his side for possible exits. He doesn't know why Dean is here, what Dean could want. He does know he needs to get away from Dean again as fast as possible. He cannot, will not endanger Dean. Not again, his mind supplies.

"Cas." Dean repeats, and walks closer. Cas has the urge to walk away now, to flinch back. Dean laughs, as if Cas isn't confused enough, and... embraces him. Exactly what Cas had been trying not to do before. Why did Dean do that? Cas lets himself be grabbed, and... Dean really does grab onto his outer layer of clothing. "Damn it's good to see you. Nice peach fuzz." Dean leans back again. Dean, you can't be here. You're not safe with me. "Thank you" His mouth mindlessly supplies. Huh? Oh right, his the human had complimented him. Not relevant. He needed to leave.

"Want you to meet somebody. This is Benny- Benny, this is Cas." Cas hadn't properly realised there was another person with them. "Hola.", Benny added, looking at Cas the way you do in Purgatory. Cas returned the favor. He was a vampire, that much was obvious- there was still some Angel left in him, at least. Just enough to endanger Dean, he thought bitterly. Why Dean was teaming up with a vampire was another discussion, however. "How did you find me?" Cas asks instead, turning his eyes back to the only thing he actually cares about. And did you try to. He's fairly sure that even with his back turned, he can protect Dean from the vampire, and it also doesn't seem like he needs protecting from this vampire (or any vampire in general, Dean can take care of himself), and this is more important right now.

Dean looks at Cas for a second. How would he even answer that? Because it's not exactly like he can say I tracked, tortured and killed so many different things all over this freakin' hellspawned place just because they might have half a clue of where your holy ass has been hanging out all this time that I can't even count them anymore. Well. "The bloody way. You feelin' okay?" Cas was... well he looked like he'd gone to Hell and back, but Dean's pretty sure he wasn't looking any different. (They had both gone to Hell and back, but this was a different trip.) Cas keeps looking around them though, and Dean can't tell if he's looking out for a fight, if he's lookin' for a way to leave, or if he's... still seeing things that aren't, well, there.

"You mean, am I still..." Cas does the 'finger going in circles besides your head' thing that generally means 'crazy' and raises an eyebrow. It feels just a little too human, but Dean's glad Cas's melon is at least okay enough to read between some lines. He almost smiles. Almost. "Yeah, if you wanna be on the nose about it, sure." Dean wants to smile. Please give me a reason to smile here, Cas. "No, I'm perfectly sane." Comes the immidiate reply, and Dean almost does smile before it turns out that that wasn't the end of the sentence. "But then, 94% of psychotics think they're perfectly sane, so I guess we have to ask ourselves, 'What is sane?'." And that is... right. That is precisely something that both Cas, old Cas, would have said, and exactly the type of thing that koo-kuck bee-loving Cas would rant on about, like asking him about lipstick, or bees. Cas is still looking shifty. Well, that didn't answer the question. "Yeah, good question." He says instead. Because it is. It's the type of thing you can drive yourself crazy over, and exactly the type of thing Dean doesn't have time for here.

"Why'd ya bail on Dean?" Because of course that would be the first thing Benny asked Cas. "-Dude." "The way I hear it, you two hit Monsterland, and hot wings here, took off... I figure he owes you some backstory." Really, Benny? I just got my angel back, lay off 'im. Dean tries to explain what happened, the story he's been telling himself at least, because Cas would abandon him, right, not if he didn't need to.

He yells at Cas. He's actually really sorry about that. Especially when Cas's voice wavers, or breaks- who the fuck is paying attention- as he says, "- to keep them away from you." Because of course Cas, self-sacrificing son of a bitch, only ever left to try to protect Dean. So, of course Dean won't just leave him now. Just got him back. "I'm not leaving without you."

Just going to dump my thought here for this evening..... I'm still in my feelings a little bit. I don't believe the old saying "time heals all wounds" because I am a walking testimony that I can be having a fully busy and good day when something will trigger me and I get bombarded by horrible thoughts of what so and so did to me back in yesteryear. And I can honestly say that it will bother me for hours or even days after. And I spend all that time trying to figure out why people act the way they do to someone who was so good to him/her. It will then set off a chain of events where I then start feeling hateful towards everything and everyone, including the earth itself and wishing the end of the world would just come already so this torture could end. So I guess with that being said, NO "time does Not heal all wounds" and it for damn sure doesn't help when you keep meeting new people who keep proving your case to be correct. And they all fail you time and time again. The level of selfishness and self serving lunatics on this dieing planet that take up a great percentage of the world population is and has become outstanding. People have really started allowing their demons to show through and they have no remorse or care in the world. Not to say that I'm surprised at this point because I'm not, it's only showing me that I'd be correct by saying I can't do the same kind things for people that I found to be easy to do before, and I can't be the sweet person I used to be. I feel like I'm being forced to change in order to protect myself, my sanity, my well being, my state of mind, my aura. Instead of people controlling their nasty evil conniving characteristics and become humane and nicer, us nice empathetic people have to shut down, and change how we normally behave just to keep the toxic people away. It's insane and Ludacris. Overall morale to this is "there is no use in even trying anymore. Not with "L**e" and not with people.

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Cuz honey juice and he is using an oxygenator two amp his body up to survive the juicing. He's also injecting juicing through the oxygenator as he loads it in. And the empire was taking this towns and cities so he came in as an assassin to try and hit him over fat instead of McDonald's and it seems that he does and it's Trump.

Tommy f it's mad because my husband helps thwart his storm making. And it's really his fault for keeping our son in the storm but not going to methods of stopping it and wants to control it and tommy f missed it, these days he misses a lot of what Mac is doing because Tommy efforts beginning to lose his grip on the underworld and other things a lot of his big ships are being fought over and the empire is gaining possession, there are three that are a question to Tommy f and we are looking into those and we're sitting in troops and soon we have to alert people that these ships are in jeopardy of being launched by the empire, my husband says it's probably not really brain work you've got Hudson Bay Australia and New Zealand and that's where they are and there's two he has a question about it is Antarctica and would you see that it is true and there are a bunch of others but those have been very hot and that's what happens I'm telling us to shut up and who cares just so damn it's annoying everyday and treated like a property he's ready to kill any of you and you're in fighting so it doesn't matter and that's what it taught me and it's really actually true. You can't talk to you and you can't negotiate iether you forcing to happen or it doesn't. And people are turning into George and others who go nuts like Tommy f is on him and Mac wants it in his little boy and we're going to rip them apart

Hera

It's coming from Hera you say the same stupid s*** every time she's a leader and she runs things and knows what's going on they said too and said it for a while and you kind of listen a little you don't listen to us because we say so you have a weakness and we're expounding on it

Zues

I sort of get something you're too wise asses and we can't afford you anymore he says I don't care you're turning into a knucklehead too which is fine forg and they'll use to get in and you'll be a dead stuck pig. I sort of get something too we don't really do anything for you when you're stuck here or annoying you pissing you off pushing you around you're pushing back but not here that much so I hear all sorts of things are happening it doesn't want to accommodate you at all and don't care about Jasmine to give a s*** about our program don't care about deception it's all true it was going to go down stupid people

Mac

You're this relentless annoying person in his life everything has to be about you and your tormenting him and torturing him and he's responding very badly and you won't stop doing it and you'll like a little child it's talking to you it's like talking to one of these f****** idiots I have the same problem as you won't listen at all he says he listens a little and tries to change things and he's trying to stop these idiots to get himself back good boy isn't a huge nuisance he says you piled all this s*** on him and that CAA and he says you put a tons of burden on him. And he was a child and you're nuts okay I don't know what you think that's going to do you keep on making his life miserable and that's the argument you're sick or not you can't get it back or not what is he supposed to do you like this constant threat and you keep on threatening more and saying you're getting stuff like this other people and you're forced to fight them because their stuff became extremely rancid and stupid it's because of Tommy F and you're like this pawn being thrown at him like everyone else and he's an idiot

Ben Arnold

Now understanding something I'm making those life miserable too I'm going after this idiots and he says it's not really wrong because the same people and they play off each other and help them see it and I know you're sitting there fighting the guy off you can't threaten me that way he says well you're kind of a vegetable. No seriously something this is a disease I have this brain problem I think it's clans gone and they did it and they're right too they never get out from others but isn't working for us he's right I have to get rid of the idiots been Arnold for us to get our surgeries and you can see it working I don't do something so yeah so you did movies with Arnold Schwarzenegger and I'm doing dumb things and that was stupid

Mac

Well there are stupid movies and they expose stuff and we're talking about it it is a stupid person I would think hes John Cena. It's in there complaining to us you treat him like a Forg as John McCain and he didn't get in office now I'm telling her to f*** off because he's so damn dumb and we know what you're saying CAA this guy is a f****** complete idiot and it's cool it's just very simple it's just doing the homework putting his assignments in I think everyone else but at home I found him screwing around with everybody. It's wrong and you're not pointed and you don't have goals I saw him going man he's kind of an a****** and one day he just said see you later he never came back now you like this plague in his life and you almost you you return to do that. Now you taking away tons of his friends now you're taking away yourselves and the other idiots who he knew what exactly is your deal

Ben Arnold

We're stupid okay I'm getting rid of the wrong people they're valuable and they're not Max I would do it for a while cuz they're pissing me off they just want to survive no not necessarily the way it's cuz you guys put them in the way you always hear stories about why later I want to go through this over and over I did all this work for him I think and people are telling me that my forces be depleted and yeah there's a cinch pin is very simple you find her you found the whole thing can't have held responsible for what happens here so I'm really stupid someone have to stop me yeah that's how much we care about you just winning and him losing is just tired beat up old man at age 50

Tmy f

I'll tell you what it's all the upswing who the f*** are you and he just said that last line to me since I can't tell don't have any geigers or whatever. Yes he hasn't started doing anything it's not growing is it a panic and he ain't that beef stew says it tastes real good use the right amount of that stuff and just a little thickening of it would have been nice and if you had a bigger bowl and probably some wheat bread but boy the rest was great he said the white bread too it's really good but it's good for you. It half a loaf and I'll tell you what this guy can put it away. LOL you sound stupid too cuz somebody was putting our brains in each other's brains you should at least try to figure out who that was cuz it happened to you Billy z and he says it could have been him but he's a loser it was granddaddy everyone says they're dead Mac has this assinine plan to try them later. You found them shooting at him and Kevin is trying to do stuff to him and goes by him every once in a while in a huff and back here inspiring it as well as others. To put them on trial to put him on trial and he doesn't want to be a trial doesn't have to tell us anything it doesn't have to work first. Is that demanding them back but he's saying that she was like s*** so you're going to go down there's nothing but losing the banks military contractors and subcontractors steel mills and steel refineries, I'm taking over some ships maybe three that's what I heard but I don't know about that and I'll probably go after smaller ones of his and I understand what time it is this guy is right he's going to lose Trump is lost already and it's going to be gone and bja soon and it'll be us against foreigners this blue plan of we made too many idiots and they told us everywhere and we have no control it's nobody's fault but all of ours because you got injured and we didn't try and fix you thought we were going to win and we going to win we got injured. What is it says you're keeping them alive somewhere or in stasus somewhere and the computers are messing us up still. You should hear me say he said the hell is out of control if you don't have control the hell can be used against us in many ways and still kind of out of control inside of our control and he's right that these people don't have direction and they're insane and they're mentally retarded and they're mean and stupid and react like animals yes it is running around threatening the s*** out of people but he says a reaction to what you're saying and you guys know what you're saying to get me to react and it's them again. He said that's Trump juiced up with something on his eyes and sharpened his teeth like he did at westborough state but these guys fight for their lives valiantly and they push the foreigners out and we almost lost to them it's kind of like where in a haze of embarrassment did it almost happened and I don't want to go on with this crap happening he can't be sheriff over us that's stupid who the hell why don't you use the half a year idiot in there and bja who thinks he can do anything still trying to take over the sheriff's office to going on for years I need it now.

We all did freedom from this oppressive idiots you're so stupid nothing's going to work I'd be surprised if there's not like a Year's work on each of those three and our friend says true and you have to have all sorts of stuff in place you have to have oxygen ready huge walls there's tons of work and I'll be busy wants to do is run around effing people up and blaming them for stopping them screw around with the inventor Non-Stop it really people are pushing them because they're stupid too as a brain surgery this is a huge pile of dumb people and it's very top-notch high tech stuff and he developed it and I want these people gone

Ben Arnold

He says he doesn't need you either sat there and got my project going what's the deal here you idiot since he doesn't want to who cares you know right or you ass.

I'm ordering these idiots out of here I'm so sick of this it was demanding it and I'm not doing it he says it's kind of easy isn't it said no it's got an idea to come up like that I want him out of here since pick one and get him out and I'm going to send out people to pick one this is so f****** stupid things compared to the demons these people are late they're nothing even Dracula if he had a huge force with you all dead so I'm starting to pick on someone else you retards do that to them and they're mad at everyone we're getting f***** up really bad and you people are dying completely and don't know it it says to stop talking to him and I agree the reason is you're all dying and have no clue this guy's the worst

Mac