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Have you been using the same email address and username on various platforms for twenty years?
Have you been using the same password for your accounts for twenty years?
If so, please do the following:
Go to HaveIBeenPwned.Com. In the search box, search your email address.
If the bottom of the page turns red, it means that your email is in at least one set of data from a breach.
2. Scroll down on the page to look at the breaches your email was in. I want you to look specifically for breaches that include passwords.
What this means is that your email address, which you have used as an account name for twenty years, and your password, which you have used across platforms for twenty years, are available for anyone on the web who wants to look. It's pretty easy to go and find too!
This is how a LOT of identity theft and fraud happens these days.
Let's say you created your LiveJournal account when you were fifteen. You used it a lot and by the time you were twenty the credentials you created for it were familiar and you plugged them in whenever you had to create an account. You plugged them in when you created a Facebook account. You plugged them in when you created a bank account. You plugged them in when you created the account that lets you see your lab results from your doctor's office.
All that someone has to do to seriously fuck your life is to do the following:
Find your email and password in one of these lists.
Compare to other lists and see if the same information is present
Seek out the most common account types (gmail, facebook, yahoo, hotmail, icloud, amazon, and one of about five financial institutions)
Start entering your username and password
Literally, profit.
That's all it takes. If you used the same username and password in two accounts in a breach, you probably used it elsewhere. Maybe you put an exclamation after the password, or entered your birth year, but those are pretty easy things to guess about and well worth it if someone can send themselves all the cash in your bank or order a shitload of giftcards from your amazon account.
And look: I know it 's really easy to not take warnings about passwords seriously. I know that if you haven't been screwed by this yet that it's easy to think that your password is strong enough, that you're going to get overlooked because you've got less than a hundred dollars to your name, that you're not going to have a problem with this.
People re-use passwords all the time. They re-use passwords constantly. And a lot of people don't understand that those passwords are freely available out on the internet.
Think about what would happen if someone locked you out of your primary email account and there was no way to get back in. You go to change your password on social media and what does it do? Sends a confirmation to your email, which you now don't control. Is your primary email one of the ways that you get information from your bank? Is it how you log into and track orders from online resellers? How do you log in to the profile on your phone? Do you have a browser profile? Do you log in with your email address? Does your browser profile save your credit card numbers?
This is why we use password managers. This is the advantage to password managers. With a password manager there is ONE password you have to be very careful to keep safe (the password to your password manager) and all the other passwords are disposable. Did your email get revealed in the Tumblr breach? NBD, use your password manager to generate a new, unique password for your tumblr account, change it, and you're good to go.
I know it seems like a giant pain in the ass to start using a password manager. I know it seems like a much bigger headache to log into a password manager and copy passwords than it is to type in the password that you KNOW. But I promise that using a password manager is a much smaller headache than freezing your credit so that people stop applying for credit cards in your name, or trying to start a brand new email from scratch when you get locked out of your old one, or tracking down all of the photos that someone could download from your cloud storage and making sure that they aren't getting posted on revenge porn sites.
Bitwarden is a secure, open-source password manager that has a free option for individual users. It has apps available for iOS and Android, and extensions for Firefox (which is also supported in Firefox Mobile) and Chrome. It has an extremely comprehensive tutorial series to help you learn how to use it. If you're thinking about signing up for a password manager but you're not sure, I strongly recommend checking out some of those videos.
I also promise that using a password manager gets easier the more you use it. It's a big hurdle to jump over when you're getting started, but it gets easier pretty much immediately.
And this doesn't have to be an all-or-nothing proposition. You can create an account with a password manager and just save one login to start. It's actually easiest if you keep it low-key and just update your logins whenever you find yourself needing to log in to a site instead of trying to go through and do it all at once before you're familiar with the program.
I'd recommend starting with at least two things: your primary email and your primary bank account. After that update any major online retailers you shop frequently and any social media that you use often.
A password manager is also a great place to store account recovery codes, answers to security questions, previous passwords, PINs, and secondary contact methods.
A lot of people worry that a password manager is an even bigger risk than just reusing passwords or creating memorable passwords or writing passwords down in a notebook because if a password manager is breached then all of that very important data is exposed. This is a reasonable thing to fear, and that's why it's important to be careful about what password manager you use.
This is why I recommend Bitwarden. Bitwarden uses a very secure encryption scheme and never stores any of your data in plaintext. If Bitwarden is breached and leaks data, all that will be leaked is gibberish. What you need to worry about to keep your password manager secure are the following:
Create a good, complicated, unique password for your password manager. This password DOES need to be memorable, so pick something that will be easy for you to remember. I like to use song lyrics and the year a song was released for this, so something like "Nggyu,Nglyd,Ngraady82" if we're using "Never Gonna Give You Up" as an example.
Make sure that you have secure recovery methods for your password manager; save your recovery passphrase in a safe place (I have a notebook with info like this and software activation codes and so on that I keep in my sock drawer, as well as a password protected folder on my desktop)
Only log in to your password manager from devices that you use a pin or password to log into - if you aren't doing that, at least make sure to set a short vault timeout, so that your password manager will log out after a set (short) period of time
Do not use the password for your password manager anywhere else
Do not tell anyone the password for your password manager
Make sure that your devices have good security and don't allow people remote access to your computer or devices.
Basically YOU are the only way that someone can get into your password manager. Your password is the only thing that can unlock it, which means that A) you have to ensure that you won't lose the password and B) you have to ensure that nobody else has access to the password. I know that first one sounds scary, but there are a LOT of ways to recover a Bitwarden account if you take the time to set them up. The second one is much simpler, and is the thing that is going to keep your password manager safe.
Anyway ILU please use a password manager.
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[MASQUERADE]
Pairing: Jaemin X Reader Ft Jeno
Warnings: Smut, incubus, extremely dubious/non, subliminal, a lot of manipulation, mind control, posessiveness inexperienced reader, penetration, anal, (Jeno scenes), the usual filth
18+ only! No minors. Read tags beforehand.
Word count: 8k+
My kind of Jaemin 😈 happy belated birthday! Didn't have time to finish it off. Cba with typos if you see them x
Summary: An incubus created a subliminal to feed off humans sexual energy, what happens when you become one of his victims?
I can't believe you bagged Lee Jeno!" Your friend excitedly screams, pulling you closer as she grabs on to your arms and tugs you.
"I know, me too!" You responded, of course you was surpised when that occurred. Lee Jeno has been your crush for a long time, however he was always going on and off in his relationships, having a new girl almost each month.
You was happy. Finally bagging the attention one of the hottest guys around your campus was huge. Your friends have known about your long term one sided crush about him.
"Why don't you look as happy?" She questioned narrowing her eyes as you zoned out completely.
"I am," you state, "It's just that Jeno, he's so experienced and I'm... well... not so.. much. Barely. What if he doesn't like me once he finds out?"
Your friend sighs, "I don't think that matters to him."
"But every girl he's gone out with, they're all are so pretty and experienced. Know what to do in bed and I'm.. not," Insecure thoughts already forming in your head.
Come on. Everyone knows Jeno has a huge sex drive. He fucked nearly all the popular girls around. Sometimes you feel once he finds out, he won't be interested in you anymore. And it sucks because you want to fuck him so badly.
She hums as she listens to your ramble, a slight truth in your words.
"I understand, he's a popular guy and all. But if he acts like that then he's a dick."
"Yeah, you're right," you agreed on with her.
"But you should definitely fuck him though. Hey why don't you experiment with one of our friends?"
Your nose scrunched in disgust, "Ew never!"
Rolling her eyes at your reaction, "I mean you would be comfortable with them at least. In that way you would be able to gain more experince."
"Definitely not friends."
"Is there any one you find cute then?"
"Nope. No one sexually arouses me at all, except for Jeno. I'm so screwed." You sighed in annoyance. It's tough when your stuck on one guy.
Your friend really tried suggesting you ideas but unfortunately you would never do them. You don't find any guy you feel sexually attracted too.
"Have you tried watching porn?" She asked.
"Porn doesn't do it for me. It just feels weird. It's super unrealistic anyways."
You friend nods in agreement, "That is true"
"I remember when I lacked experience I went across on so many articles on first times. Google, Yahoo, Reddit you name it. People tend to sometimes give good advice, maybe you should try it.
Maybe you might come across something interesting..." nudging your arm so you feel somewhat better.
Maybe you might find something good, you thought.
"Thanks, I'll check it out when I go home," you gave a small smile, Anyways I gotta go to class now. Later baby."
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It wasn't long until you came back home, finally able to complete your work and take a nice soothing shower. It really helps relieve all aches and stress you encounter throughout the day.
Picking up your favourite pyjamas to wear for the night, your skin damp and moisturised. Grabbing on to your laptop as you join yourself in bed.
Constant thoughts of what occurred today, Lee Jeno is actually interested in you. Almost like a fever dream, never would you had thought it'll be reciprocated, considering how you rarely find people interesting enough, interested in you.
Sighing and shaking your head, you need to be prepared before anything happens, reminding yourself you're not as experienced like he is. Opening your laptop immediately on Google search, fingers typing on the keyboard.
Flicking through your mouse clicking on nearly every page there is on Google. Sighing in frustration, finding the same generic responses from these websites.
"How to drive him wild"
"How to be best at sex"
Showing little to no actual advice on how to improve oneself, placing your both hands above your head as you let out a little scream. Annoyed.
Inexperienced at so called sex but hearing everyone's great experiences around you feels like your missing out on some form of drug. You remember your first time, awkward as ever. Feeling little to no pleasure and the guy only lasted 2 minutes tops. Embarrassing.
Having a crush on Lee Jeno does not in fact help thus makes it worse. Popular guy who's been associated with the popular girls, experienced well enough to match him.
And here's you the complete opposite. Insecure thoughts mingling in your head, "Am I good enough for him?" "What if i embarrass myself, ugh!"
Nope. Fuck that. Your determined to find a way and you will. Bringing the laptop closer to you as you restart the whole search. Eyes completely fixated the white screen ahead, draining you until you scrolled further below.
Your eye brow raised at what's in front of the screen. Clicking on it almost quick, as it sends you off to a YouTube link. The title of the video was called "Be the best at sex FAST! Subliminal"
Your initial thoughts were what the hell is a subliminal? Quickly opening a second tab and entering it on Google search, you come across the meaning.
subliminal
adjective
PSYCHOLOGY
• (of a stimulus or mental process) below the threshold of sensation or consciousness; perceived by or affecting someone's mind without their being aware of it.
In simple terms, a subliminal is a bunch of positive messages. An audio being played without hearing directly what's being said. Mostly consisting positivity. Remaining in your subconscious mind as you listen to it more.
You hummed as you took in the information. Even more so curious if this works with having sex. Being able to do best at it would be perfect for you.
Clicking back on the YouTube link once again, you noticed it had thousands of likes. Popular indeed. You read through the bar as it gave more information on the specific subliminal.
Affirmations
Be best at giving pleasure and receiving to partner
Inducing pleasure at whoever you desire
Great foreplay
Get the best orgasms
Partners keep praising how well you do
Listen once a day however the longer you listen the more power it has. Can induce headaches so drink fluids. Make sure to drink always keep the sound low! Headphones required.
(some of the affirmations mentioned above not all, works efficiently with success one not knowing what is being said)
And the list goes on and on. Okay now this really perked your interest. How does this stuff even work? It's like your in a whole different world. Noticing bunch of comments under the video, you scroll down in curiosity.
User12: Omg i used this and we went 8 rounds last night?????
User009: My sneaky link said the sex was so so so good I legit used this a day before I met him
User22: I used this because I had a date and he said I was the best he's ever been with?!!! Guys this shit works!!!
Use43445: He said i blew his mind and his dick real good LMAO
User67677: Guys you gotta be consistent with these. I typically use it a few times a day and I've noticed so much changes. I keep getting complimented during sex this shit works I swear! Stay positive ✨
Whew. These reviews really got you questioning. There's hundreds of comments which have stated nearly the same thing, that this shit works. It's quite fascinating how many people are in this community yet you had no prior inkling of it.
You won't lie, these comments really got you feeling excitment. What if, what if this works when you use it?
And what harm can it do anyways? Reading everyone's experiences just makes you want to try this out for yourself. You're desperate, you want to be good for Jeno. Perhaps this is the thing that makes you feel more confident and grants you mind blowing sex.
Quickly plugging your headphones in as you clicked the play button. You remembered to keep the volume at the lowest.
Once the play button hit, you did not expect to hear these sounds. It's almost static noises, bunch of voices repeating sounds that are hard to figure out. Feeling like whispers inside your ears.
It was a strange experience to indulge yourself into, never thinking something like this even existed. Letting it play one more time as you got used to the first, excited to see the results upcoming soon.
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Heading to one of your last classes after a very long day. Still feeling tired from last night, feelings of blurness. Making your way down the corridors before a strong hand pulls you, taking you in the corner. Just as you were about to make a noise, only to find it was Jeno.
You didn't expect your crush, Lee Jeno to be cornering you against the wall right now. His tall figure towering you over as one of his hands were on the wall, caging you inside.
You felt shy within his hold, always watching him from the sidelines or from a distance, to having him near you so close is a dream.
"I've been looking for you," Jeno mutters, his eyes stilled on your whole figure watching how uneasy you felt having him so close. Gulping slowly yet cannot form any words. It's like your a dumb statue in front of Jeno.
Youre eyes shifting below, fixed on his body. His body proportions were something else. You know how often he's hitting the gym, workouts in forms of gym and sex. How does he manage to always look so good?
You managed to move your eyes above as he's fully maintained eye contact since. Nervously you speak out, "Y-You w-was...''
Jeno loves how shy you get in front of him. Turth be told, it makes him feel like corrupting you right there. So innocent so shy.
His smile forms a sly smirk, "Of course" His gaze following down your stiff body, eyes returning back to your confused cute state.
"You're my cute girl now," rubbing your cheek with his thumb. Ain't you?" He teasingly asks.
Overwhelmed is an understatement. Not only are you facing the boy you've literally been crushing on for so long, but having him to make you feel all sorts of ways. You could just explode right now.
Simply giving a gentle nod as approval for his words because your absoute gobsmacked to answer. But that's not enough for Jeno. He enjoys seeing you get worked up, telling of how your body reacts in his presence.
He's not blind. Always observed how your longing stares remained on him each day. He loves it. To know someone innocent like you constantly sees and thinks of him. Wondering if you touch yourself thinking of him.
Noticing the distance becoming smaller, feeling your heart almost drop out when Jeno leans in further.
His breathe fanning your ear with his cool breathe. His soft lips latching on to your ear before he sends a whisper, "Say it."
The depth of his voice shook your entire being and your core. Goosebumps raised all over your body. It was a demand, one where you cannot refuse.
It's crazy how much control he has over you, just over this little thing and you're already clenching your thighs? How pathetic.
His face still leaning towards you, your heart beat is exhilarated right now. Finally being able to muster courage as you spoken up. "I'm y-your cute.. girl."
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It's been days, the last incident with Jeno still sends you shivers. But what hits you more is him sending you a text to come over his house on Saturday. Screaming, crying of joy, the all sorts. Every night you made sure you were listening to the sublimal, seeing how soon enough you'd be at Jeno's.
You're going over to Jeno's on Saturday, aware of the possible things that may will occur. Nerves are kicking in as time approaches, what if you end up making a fool out of yourself?
Wait no! You shouldn't think like that as the subliminal mentions, always keep your thoughts good!
But for once having something to stay positive on, you can't let your negative thoughts override yourself. Remembering the final goal is to become good at sex, perhaps better. Seeing those comments as motivation, if it works for them, it'll work for you too.
You listened to the particular subliminal daily at night. As it states it's best to listen before you go to sleep so the affirmations sink into you subconsciously.
Tonight your switching it up, though. Clicking to add the subliminal in a new Youtube playlist, so it continues to play on for the entire duration of the night.
Being aware how beneficial doing this is than the average use, you will take advantage of it. It's not far off before you meet up with Jeno, you have got to be good for him. Also using it for a longer period creates 10x effective results! This is your chance, anything for Jeno right?
Plugging your ear phones to your phone, laying on your head as your eyelids close. The static sounds playing as usual.
Today you are tired. Already feeling your heavy eyes beginning to shut. Knowing you'd probably fall as asleep any given time.
It's probably been a good few hours since you fell asleep. Shuffling randomly as a habit, eyes drained yet still feeling awake. Hearing the music in the playing constantly
Thoughts of him appearing of that day. The way he leaned in close enough, almost feeling him on top of you. Imagining being submissive underneath his body, letting him crush you down with his full body weight and muscular thick arms.
"J-Jeno..." breathing a soft moan. Not even aware of what you're saying. Too sleep drunken out of mind.
All of a sudden a loud thund was heard across your room. Snapping back into reality as your heavy eyes struggled to open properly. Unable to see clearly but enough to see a shadow figure lingering near the window. Your eyes must be playing tricks you assumed.
But no. The dark figure walked forth, almost marching ahead of your bed. Eyes fully snapping, horrified from seeing it approach ahead. You froze. Words are trembling out of your frightened state, W-who... are you.... "
The dark figure stopped nearby the end of the bed. Light from the moon outside shined upon his face, exposing himself. His eyes were lowly watching you, briefly changing his expression as a smile came on. It's terrifying in an instant how much his expression changed to gentle smiles.
The colour of his hair was prominent, dirty ashy blonde. Until your eyes shifted and widened seeing two identical horns on each side of the head. How can someone so beautiful look so scary?
"Jaemin," He blurted out with a grin,"The incubus."
Silence following as he spoke. Who the hell is this guy and what is a incubus? Your confused yet terrified of such a being in front of you. Is this just a bad dream?
"W-what are you.. doing here?" Feeling apprehensive as you questioned moving your gaze to his. You cannot believe a whole demon is right beside your bed, one that is strikingly breath taking.
Jaemin chuckled before he responds, closing distance as he approaches closer and closer, his hand above your head giving a gentle pat. "You called for me, pretty."
Shocked. Body tensing at the feel of his touch, comforting yet electrifying felt. Unable to understand what exactly he's saying. Why and when did you call for a incubus? You don't even remember anything, lost in your thoughts before Jaemin snaps you out of it.
"The subliminal," He shoots out, "Recall anything now?"
Eyes widen at the accuracy, how does he know about that subliminal. You've never once shared it with anyone, hell not even with your own friends.
"How do you know..." Is all you could mutter from your mouth.
"Ah, well I am the creator of it." Watching the confusion lingering in your mind. Walking closer until he stops, "Do you know of my kind?" He asks.
Frankly you're not entirely aware of it, so answer with a no.
"I'm a sex demon," He speaks up whilst licking his lips. "The subliminals help me feed off from humans when I'm hungry.'
Your eyes widening at his statement,"That can be in forms of thoughts, wet dreams, or reality.."
Your lost for words. Not even realising before Jaemin snaps you out of thoughts.
"Jeno is it?" He remarks, watching how fast you reacted hearing that name. God you was so down bad for him. Smelling the desperation from a mile off.
Eyes widening at the name of Jeno. How on earth does he know who that is?! Feeling fright each second comes, fearful of what this incubus knows and wants from you.
"How d-do you know Jeno?" You spoke lowly.
Jaemin loves how cute the wrinkles on your forehead form while your confused. Poor little thing having no idea of what is occuring and how.
"Well," Clearing his throat, "You were calling out the name Jeno in your sleep. Almost like a mantra," he smirked. His voice becoming high pitched before he shouts out, "Jeno Jeno Jeno..."
Embarrassment flies above you as you try covering your face with your hands. Did he really hear you be down bad for Jeno? Gosh this is so embarrassing.
Hey," Jaemin chuckled quietly, leaning over to remove your hand off your pretty face, "It's natural. When humans like someone they tend to think/dream of the person a lot." Reassuring you and making you feel less embarrassed.
You let out a sigh. Grateful that he isn't mocking you any further. Seemingly being very thoughtful to your feelings. Gorgeous and considerate, you thought.
Licking your lips as you talk, "God this is so... okay. Jeno is a guy I have a crush on. Like a lot," Emphasising the word as Jaemin quirks a brow up.
"But i feel like I'll make a mockery out of myself ugh'' Speaking honestly.
Jaemin's face slightly falters, his hand places itself on yours as comfort, "What makes you say that?"
At this point you've embarrassed yourself enough in front of an incubus, a hot one, so why not just speak out those insecure thoughts.
"I'm not.. well experienced. At sex." Blantly confessing your issue.
It goes unnoticed how quickly the incubus's eyes almost switched, his eyes darken. Taking in your helpless phlight. You're begging for something. He smelt the desperation ever since he entered in the room. He's very aware, because he knows you.
"Why don't we make a deal?" The incubus proposes.
You looked up as your forehead lines crinkled, confused at what the incubus means by deal.
"What deal?"
He smiles as his hand shifts to your left cheek, rubbing it gently as if your some delicate flower, "That's what my subliminal is made for, I can give you the experience."
His eyes looming over yours as you watch in shock what he suggested, "And in return, I get myself a meal for the night. A win win."
How does someone, an incubus give someone experience? More so is it possible to even have sex with one, wha-
"B-but how will it feel? Won't it feel different to humans?"
Jaemin chuckled, "Well to be honest it feels the exact same. Probably even better," He whispers lowly, enough to feel arousal by his words alone.
Contemplating whether you should or not being lost in your dazed mind before Jaemin snaps you out by replying, "You don't have to. Ita totally your choice," your eyes shift back towards him as you reconsider.
"But hearing how much you like him, it would be a shame not being good enough for Jeno.."
Not good enough. Those same words creeping back to you, will you ever be good enough? You take in everything Jaemin has mentioned to consideration. Maybe this is it. Your chance to prove yourself wrong.
You're ready for whatever right now. Sighing loudly as the incubus awaits for your response with focus.
"Okay.. fine... I accept it," Your voice pulls through. Though having no inkling of what to be expected next. Truthfully, Jaemin is one hot incubus, his touch alone makes you tingle. So why not huh?
Jaemin's extremely ecstatic hearing your answer. He can already tell how you are, easily shy yet gets worked up quickly.
He wants to tease you further, "Yeah?" His voice sinks deeper, gaze darkening by each second like he's pulling you in a dark hole. His body looming over yours, sinking below the bed as he hoovers above.
Eyes stayed still with yours, breathing getting faster having a presence take over you like this. Feeling hot and bothered already, wondering if he can smell the arousal from below.
Your chest heaves up as you breathe, emphasising your firm breasts, poking out to feel a touch.
The incubus watches with his predator eyes. Thrilling him many ways you cannot think of. Seeing a pretty innocent girl laying there for him to devour, noticing the way your skin formed goosebumps all around.
Watching your dazzled face as you closed your eyes, opened while the incubus is above, watching your pity face. His nose hitting against yours as the proximity grows, watching you through his eyelashes how easily you laid for him, allowing him to take you to a path of pleasure.
Already feeling things despite him not even beginning, Jaemin made you feel ways you've never before.
Leaning in close enough that heart beats can be heard, the incubus dives right near the neck and takes a big inhale of you, your scent. He loves how fresh you smell, feeling himself growl already.
Diving in to your skin when he smoothers your shoulder with soft kisses, his lips felt almost unreal. Breathing fanning across your exposed chest, allowing sensations to form across your entire being.
Going further below, stopping at the sight of your perky breasts. "So if Jeno touched you here," His strong hand engulfing the entire breast moving it upwards and down, "Would you let him?"
He's only just touched you and already feel like you'd burst. Feeling his hands wander causing you feeling ticklish. Jaemin watches how cute you are, just a touch and already breaking? Cute.
Not even realising when your top has sunked down, Jaemin's long tongue attacks. Never seeing a tongue like such before, giving a few licks as his saliva drips to your nipple, watching you in awe as you bite down your lip at the unexpected action.
"Words pretty," He startles you with a bite for not answering his question. Too engrossed in the feelings of pleasure, you whine at the slight pain.
Jaemin watches how lost for words you are, "How else would Jeno know how you feel?"
"Yes... It f-feels.. so good..." a loud moan escapes your mouth, just thinking about having Jeno like this, do this with you. Wondering if this is how it'll feel.
He hums, trailing his long tongue further down your stomach, to the dangerous place. You gasped loudly, shutting your thighs together as immediate reaction. You could literally cum with the amount of wetness you have.
"Don't be shy," He cooed as his arms dismantle your legs widening back again, revealing the effect of the incubus.
You felt shame with not having nothing on underneath exposing whatever is below. Your face becoming flustered watching Jaemin focus on you.
His face leaning against your core, tongue swirling trying to take in your taste and wentess "Don't you want to show Jeno the creation we made?"
His dark eyes looking above you, gauging your reaction when you whine.
Legs trembling beneath him as you watch Jaemin's tongue surround your clit in circles, your eyelashes fluttering before you could even form words to speak, "Y-Yes..."
The feeling felt so surreal. It accounts to nothing compared to your first time, haven't felt nothing. Almost thinking your broken. But Jaemin, made you feel worlds, places you've never seen or been before.
Feeling your head dropping back on to your pillow, Jaemin laughs having not done much yet seeing your body jolting at his given touch. Loving how weak you are for him, letting him take over you.
His tongue dives through your wet folds, catching you offguard when it enters inside you. Gasping so loudly, it felt a weird good.
Your legs expand while your slowly thrust yourself up, allowing his tongue to get deeper.
Wanting to feel more, you could even cum from this alone. Jaemin saw how restless you began to act, moving in ways just to feel him deeply in. You want this so bad.
"J-Jaemin.. need more.." whining like a baby, not being to handle it.
The incubus was hard as ever, cock growing each second as you beg for more. He brings his clothed cock against your thigh and brushes it above, wanting you to feel how he's become, for you. Never have felt something so hard before, wandering how it would feel once its out.
Pulling his huge cock out as you admire the length and size. Excitment builds all over your body, core throbbing for it to enter inside.
He watches your reaction with a smirk, catching you offguard by grabbing firmly on to your legs, putting them above his shoulders.
The intrusion came suddenly, a push you could feel in your guts. He was large, growing more inside of you. You're melting into the pleasure, slowly losing it as he thrusts inside a few times. Eyes clenching, hand gripping on the sheets to hold yourself.
His hand gripping on your thigh, delivering much more fast paced thrusts. It's absolute silence in the room, until Jaemin speeds up more and more, filling the room up with sounds.
"Do you hear that?" His pace becoming faster, closing his eyes from the pleasure of being inside of your warmth, infiltrating your hole like your a fuck doll showing zero mercy on how your coping.
The clapping sounds as his cock hits against your core, hitting all part of your body.
He lowers his body to find his lips against your ears delivering a cold whisper, "Jeno's favourite sound."
Your hands clutch tightly on the sheets, biting down your lip at hearing that. Getting fucked to a new dimension with a incubus while imagining Jeno doing this to you.
What a dream.
It's like the incubus knows you inside out, know what tickles your brains, knows what words to say to drive you to the blink of insanity. Almost like he knows your body than you do.
He chuckles knowing how this gets you going and doesn't stop, making sure you feel him in every bone of yours.
Jaemin released an animalistic growl, shooking you completely.
"Like the way I fuck? Fuck you deep in the guts while you think about Jeno?"
His eyes turning scary yet making you feel so much pleasure, can't help but think of him destroying you fully. You love the feel of him and his cock.
"F-Fuck yeah... Jaemin... yes!" Moaning out like a crazy person, He chuckles at your reaction as he hits against your skin, slowly pulling out to deliver slower strokes.
Rolling his hips and pushing himself inside out, slowly watching your face and mouth parting in pleasure.
"Fuck, feels so..."
Watching how your eyes below see him pushing himself slowly in you, sensing how you tighten the hold against him with your thighs. You want him there, want to feel his inches expand more.
"My kind would love you," Blurting randomly making you think if they're also just as good as Jaemin.
"T-They would?" You curse internally feeling yourself cum at any second.
Jaemin sensing how you're clenching his length in, hissing at how pleasurable it feels for him.
He sends a brief smile before he pushes himself in harder, with each thrust hitting your spot inside, "Yes, pretty little human who begs to take cock.
"Loves cock, deep enough to wreck your entire being."
"Obedient human whore who fulfils the dreams of us demons..
"Fuck! Gonna cum.."
Jaemin felt yourself climax all over his length, nearing his own when he removed his cock out. Lowkey wishing he had left it in, to coat your walls up.
"Shit," He beings to curse under his breath ss he splatters his cum all over your heaving chest. The cum beginning to make it's own trail down your stomach and thighs.
"Did so well for me.."
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Waking up felt like a blur. Mind to dazzled to even think straight. Was it all a dream? You don't recall properly. But whatever it was, you felt it. Almost like it was real, it had to be. unknowing your body can react in many ways.
It's been days since your encounter with the incubus, never seeing him ever again. You do tend to get thoughts of him occuring weirdly.
Taking you back to the time how well he fucked you, made you feel a whole different experience. The thought of is still makes your thighs clench.
You still carried on listening to the subliminal ensuring to gain the best results. You'd be seeing Jeno in a few hours and honestly, you're excited.
He's your crush after all. You'd be lying if you said you wasn't nervous, Jeno always had this strong hold on you.
And now finally you will be around him, all alone.
You made sure you wore your best cute fit on, the skirt definitely made your ass look plumped
And now you're here. Inside Jeno home, something you have always wanted to see. Playing on a movie in the background, he buckles up closer to you making you feel tensed already. Having Jeno at this proximity drives you insane.
"You okay?" Jeno asks.
"Yeahh, why?"
"You seem distracted," He notices, eyeing how you haven't been watching the movie much.
To be honest, all you kept thinking of is how it would be later, will you embarrass yourself infront of your crush? God you hope not.
"I'm f-fine, it's just..." your face is getting heating up already as you look down.
Fuck. That look drives Jeno insane.
"Aw, are you blushing?" Lifting your chin up to meet with his gaze.
"Don't do that, it makes me hard."
You feel like the air just got sucked out of you. Did he really just.. say that? Blinking awkwardly not knowing what to respond.
Jeno cannot take his eyes off you despite the movie on in the background, the way you strut over his home with a cute crop top and skirt, already has him going feral.
He laughed watching you react, turning to lean back to his usual spot. You felt somewhat relief he was playing. Yeah right.
He's known for being extremely flirtious which clarifies the statement once he does the following thing, "Want a snack?"
You look towards him and nod, only to see him place a popcorn directly in his mouth as you watched in awe.
"Come take it then," He smirks, putting his hands behind his head as he leans down on the couch.
Watching how flustered you seem already you can't deny how hot he looks right now. A surge of unknown confidence arises within you as you approached closer, face hitting his. Titling your head to dive in further only for Jeno to swallow the popcorn, capturing a kiss between your lips.
Grabbing you by your waist, pulling you closer as your kissing grows more. Almost like you both yearned for a taste, finally able to. Your lips felt so soft to Jeno, always admiring how plumped they've looked every time.
"Sit on my lap," He pulls away to breathe as he spoke, following up as you place yourself above him, without thought straddling him as the kissing continues.
Your skirt rid up exposing your bare ass, earning a harsh slap from Jeno's hand. "Needy girl, already wanting to cum on me?"
Keep moving back and forth letting yourself feel his thigh all up you, it feels amazing. His hands gripping on your hips as he straddles you faster with his pace.
"S-sorry..." Biting your lip hard, allowing him to move you with his pace yet trying to feel more.
"Skirts..." He groans as he looks down at the way your pretty skirt looks. Ever since you entered all that was Jeno's mind was how sexy you looked. His eyes focused below making you feel slightly shy in his hold.
Fingers grazing your thigh following near your core, a gasp running out of your mouth at the touch.
Closing your eyes only to recall the moments with Jaemin. The way his tongue went up against your wet core, intruding it's way inside of you. Fuck.
Your eyes still closed immersing the similiar feeling, already feeling in a rush for something more, bigger to come.
"You wore this skirt for me, right?" His tone turning deep, finger brushing past your with circles, "Wanted my attention that bad?" Sudden feeling of his finger entering inside your wet core, sliding in and out.
"Mmmmm..." moaning out from the pleasure being received. Thrusting yourself with the finger trying to chase the orgasm, reminding you of Jaemin.
Remembering how the incubus's reaction was seeing you chase for your pleasure, finding it cute.
"You definitely got my attention," Already clenching on his fingers about to feel yourself cum, Jeno fastens his speed watching you nearing.
He loves how incredibly wet you've become, all for him. He thought.
You look so cute to him already feeling worn out by your orgasm that rides throughout your body, cumming straight on his fingers when you released.
But you're craving more. So much more, that you begin to remove Jeno's pants like a starved animal. Surpised by your reaction, joining in as he pulls down everything, his hard cock springing out.
"I need your cock. Right now." You demanded. No idea where this sudden confidence has come from but knowing this is exactly whats needed right now.
"Fuck," Jeno groans, pushing you down on all fours on the couch. Watching you remove your panties down, skirt hitched all the way up with your ass in display.
Your needy thoughts coming, not being able to wait any longer. Your back completely arched, pulling yourself back close enough to give his cock a few rubs with your hand. Just soon after, trying to place it inside of yourself.
You backed on him as you felt himself fully insert inside of you. Jeno groans so loud, his cock finally getting inside of something, getting some action.
"You're so fucking sexy," He groans loud, watching how you back yourself up with his cock swallowing it up each time. Jeno tilts his head back, lip biting at the pleasure he's getting from you.
You felt so nice wrapped around him, he's fucked many girls but no one had the confidence like you. Normally he's the one to lead but this time it's you, begging to feel him in your hole, taking him in like a good girl.
Jeno grabbed tightly on your hips as he thrusted himself on you, both moaning together as he works his cock in, "Shit, feels so good..." you gasped.
You love Jaemin's cock
Suddenly a thought comes in to your mind. All you can think of is Jaemin, how nicely his cock penetrated your insides, fucking it all up.
You can't get rid of the thought of his burning eyes watching you take him all in with no complaints, like you're made for him. Only you can take it.
Beginning to feel this pent up frustration rise up within yourself, you shout out. "Give me more! Harder!"
Not even knowing what you even expected yourself. You just wanted to take everything, you wanted to experience Jaemin again.
"Harder?" Jeno spoke as he leaned forward, dragging you back as you felt him push you harshly against his thighs, balls smacking behind you loudly.
"More! More!" You screamed.
"Knew you shy bitches were freaks." Jeno speeding as his arms grip stronger down your hips, making sure he delivers deeper strokes.
Sweat dripping on both bodies, your wetness stirring emotions inside of him.
Your eyes are closing up, almost like feeling like your body is losing touch with itself. Everything around you felt hazy. All you can think of in this state was Jaemin.
The tip of his throbbing cock hitting your spot, the overwhelming pleasure hitting your entire body. "Walking around like a uptight virgin but fucking like a pornstar, who taught you this?" His hissed.
He seriously wonders how you are this good. Have you fucked around a lot? Just couldn't believe how the campus shy girl who barely maintains eye contact fucks like a pro.
Was you this receptive to others? Let their cocks see how nice your cunt feels, to be wrapped around you?
His hands made its way to your chest, top raised up exposing your perky breasts. Cupping them in his hands once again. The pleasure of his cock and him touching your breasts was heavenly as you moaned.
He yanks your hair back with force, a whimper escaping from your mouth escalating the pleasure.
His mouth attaching itself on your neck giving small pecks, softly before his sore body penetrates you further.
The pleasure begins to feel immense, body losing its balance as you fell. Jeno turns you around being face to face, wanting to admire your pretty face.
For a moment, you swore you saw Jaemin. His hungry eyes spreading your swollen thighs open, positioning his cock back inside.
Puppy eyes as you watch how the cock slides back and forth, moistened with your wetness. God how do you manage to look so innocent yet be so filthy, Jeno wondered.
It's what arouses him furthermore, watching him like you've never seen such a cock before. Boosting his ego knowing he gets to witness you in this way.
"Fuck I'm close," Keeping his eyes on yours as he grunts. Giving you much slower thrusts, watching your mouth part in pleasure. Already clenching around his cock.
You wrap your arms around his neck, surprising Jeno at the action. Slowly pushing him down on your body, allowing him to fully crush you below.
Your hands grazing all over his skin, remembering the feel of how Jaemin's arms pinned your thighs roughly. All you kept thinking was having his huge build tower over you.
Even if it was hard to breathe.
He looks up only to put his mouth on yours, kissing you away with his thrusts. Both groaning mixed with pleasure and pain.
You begin to bite your lips roughly as he pants out, "Want to feel my cum? Need my cum in this pussy of yours, hm? Drillng his cock with speed that's making you seeing stars.
Your cries underneath get louder, legs shaking at how desperately you need to feel cum.
Jaemin didn't cum inside of you which did make you feel a way. All you imagined was how he would be the one who's giving all his cum inside of you, pumping you full.
"Please.. want your c-cum..." You desperately cry.
And that's exactly how you felt when Jeno coated all your walls white. The thought itself of Jaemin cumming inside of you made your toes curling up, climaxing alongside with him. A feeling of warmth hits your core, something you've never experienced.
It feels so so good. You want that feeling to stay as long as it could. Your panting to breath out, legs shaking and aching.
It hadn't even hit you yet until Jeno speaks up, "Fuck, you did so well and took me so good." Planting another kiss yet on your lips, he can feel himself get hard once again.
It's ridiculous how he's feeling weak within your hold. He's honestly so impressed, being his best sexual experience so far.
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You reach home with confused thoughts. At this point, you don't even know what you wanted.
Finally fucking your long time crush, the Lee Jeno. The one who you always admired from a distance, watching him interact and play, talk to a bunch of people, extremely popular even with the girls. The same girls who you wished you could be in place with.
You should be happy now right? So why do you feel unsatisfied and conflicted.
Feeling like you was literally under some influence despite not even drinking any alcohol. Why did Jaemin's thoughts appear? Why did he have to come whilst your fucking your crush. It made no sense.
Worst of all, Jaemin was on your mind the entirety of sex. You basically used Jeno to get off about Jaemin, fuck! That's like so messed up.
How could you do this? Do this to Jeno?
Feeling a incoming headache just by finding reasonings as to what's happening with you. You have so many questions. Yet no answer. Except one person could.
Jaemin.
But you haven't ever seen him since that day, possibly he may never return. Especially when the deal was done.
That's until you heard a particular loud thud in your room. Rushing in fear of someone possibly breaking in, only to find Jaemin, the incubus. The incubus who's been tormenting your mind.
"Hey pretty, missed me?" Plastering a pleasing grin across his face, approaching you.
Your fear subsided, letting out a deep breath as you begin to compose yourself. Your mind going back to his said question, deeply you felt a tug. You did miss him.
"Jaemin.. you scared me." You sighed, it was so unexpected to visit. Deep down you was glad to see him once again because you thought you never will.
He walks over to you as his hand makes contact with your cheek, "Sorry princess. Are you okay?" He feigned concern.
God he was so caring, always wanting the best for you.
You're not okay. All you think of is Jaemin even whilst being with Jeno. Does that mean your catching feelings...
You look so distressed yet so adorable he thinks, the way your brows furrow and eyes close as if your fighting against something.
"I don't k-know what's wrong with me.." Feeling ridiculous about what your experiencing yet humiliated to mention. You don't even realise your mumbling your words, body moving in itself.
"I-I was with Jeno and I t-thought.." You stammered your words trying to explain to him what exactly is going on.
"That's the problem," Jaemin speaks up as his hand goes above your head giving gentle strokes.
"Who told you to have thoughts, pretty?" He laughed.
His tone sounding completely condensending, like he is mocking everything you've mentioned. Your stomach begins to drop at the discomfort that's brewing inside.
His face connecting closer, darkness emitting his deep eyes, shocking you with his words with a deep tone, "You don't have thoughts, I think for you. Don't you understand?"
Your eyes widening with a tint of fear behind. What's wrong with him? He's never acted in this way, his whole demeanour changed within a split second. Terrfied.
The very look that gives the incubus such satisfaction. His hand raising as he lifts your chin up, your body jolting within his touch.
"Dumb little human. Stooping low enough to bargain your soul," Having the same grin that's always plastered across his face at this moment is sickening to see.
He's the true epitome of a demon.
"Y-You.. did.. this?" Voice shaking from the absolute reality of this incubus. The very Jaemin whom you considered to be helping you this entire time was doing the opposite.
"I did nothing." His tone refusing to acknowledge his doings, remaining composed.
The sudden sounds of multiple voices begin to erupt inside your ears, sounding exactly similiar to what you've always been listening to.
The subliminal.
Your eyes begin turning hazy, almost like you can't see a thing ahead. Trying your best to maintain open eyes as you blink, yet failing to do so. Your mouth deprived from thirst, causing dryness. The whispers escalating more and more, until you become accustomed to it, pulling you into trance.
Jaemin coos, watching the state you've become. The very thing he had always wanted. Such a poor sight to witness.
Who owns you?
Jaemin.
What are you good for?
Being Jaemin's whore.
Your body is?
Jaemin's property.
Who fucks and uses you?
Jaemin fucks and uses all my holes voluntarily.
My favourite hole?
The ass.
"See?" His hand brushing along your face, "I taught you so well, didn't I?" You nodded.
Jaemin had those messages hidden quite well, no one could have even guessed. He managed to put those messages in reverse. Knowing no one would ever consider checking. Sneaky. Humans are fucking stupid, after all.
He's come across many willingly wanting to do things, selling their souls for person. It's ridiculous but it works.
He convinced you he was only to help. And you being the mere foolish human.. fell for it.
Targeting weaknesses was his thing. He knew how badly humans lacked affection, craved it whether it's from the right or wrong individual.
And he was right, which lead him to make the subliminal in the first place. Coming out to enter his human form, creating a perfect subliminal to make everyone his slave.
It was a shock to him also at first, but each time his hunger grew larger. His lust never settled down only expanding. To know he has the human power in his hand and the best way to use it against them?
Their minds.
And here it is, your own mind being your own enemy.
Soon after your body began acting on its own. Almost vibrator stuck inside of you throbbing continously at the highest setting. You're not used to this intensity, which makes Jaemin want to watch you suffer just a little bit.
Your nipples erecting on its own, begging to be touched. The growing need of having a cock inside of it worsens. You need something. You need Jaemin.
It's beginning to feel so painful, even when your palm hits you core you cannot take it. It's painful to touch. Your body making reactions as it gets worse, pleading eyes looking straight ahead.
"Jaemin. Touch me." You begged.
"Hm?"
"Please!"
"How does it feel?" He asks, as if he can't see the ultimate mess you're becoming. Clearly telling of how your body is reacting, begging to feel a cock.
"S-so good." You breathe out.
"Oh? Doesn't seem like it." He shrugs, ignoring your reactions.
Taking a deep breath upon his words. How could he not see your struggling? The hand on your cunt is full of slick, dripping beneath your thighs.
Cries becoming louder, moving back and forth against your own palm. It's embarrassing at this point. But you cannot help it.
Your moans coming from the mouth, getting closer to a particular feel, "It's not good enough.."
Oh Jaemin is very well aware of that. From the moment he picked you all he ever thought was how much prettier you'd look begging for his touch. To the point of feeling like there's no other, only Jaemin.
The way you were oh so very innocent at the start, barely having knowledge on what you were expected to do. So naive yet compliant.
It pleasures him to see you to see you have a look of distress and begging. Licking his lips at the sight of you when he gazes you down.
Suddenly his hand roams against your thighs, causing a shiver throughout. His finger moving in circles whilst his eyes locked against yours, "Let me make it good.." He offers you despite withholding touch from before.
The throbbing escalates, your body muscles tighten at the lingering touches of him. Moving all the way up, meeting the core. You sat down, legs subconsciously opening wider as each finger grazes past your core.
Though Jaemin had no intention of ever putting those fingers inside.
"But not in this way.." He slowly teases making you think he's backtracking once again. Causing more frustration. Only to find him reach lower against you, his breath sending tingles over your core.
Your eyes rolling, awaiting to give you want you desperately needed. His tongue.
"Look at this hole," He delivered a slap causing you to whimper as you bite down your lips.
His eyes fixated above as he watches, smirking when he continues to slap. He can see how each time he does, your needy hole clenches so fast.
It's begging for intrusion, desperately wanting to swallow his finger inside.
Jaemin's mouth attaches towards your neck, giving little pecks before he moves against your lips. Your eyelashes were fluttering with the feeling itself making you feel so so good.
Moving back against the side of your neck, sending a cool whisper, "I didn't like how swollen your lips were from him." A tint of posessiveness showing from his side.
He noticed ever since you walked in how pink and swollen they were.
He drags his mouth against your jaw before he sends a quiet whisper, "So I'm going to make them bleed."
Trailing his lips further up as he reaches the place once again. This time with much more force, the kiss turning aggressive.
He kissed you like you're his first ever meal, hungrily. Tongues moving against each another's before he bites, causing you to moan straight inside his mouth.
It hurt so good. You didn't realise when you gasped, Jaemin pulled away slowly before licking the remains on the blood formed on your lower lip, "Better."
God did he look strikingly with bloody lips, watching him lick his entire lip, tasting you.
Not even having a chance to react, he turns you around hastily. Excitement stirring throughout your body.
Your holes are begging for some kind of action. You're a mess. Looking back at him with teary eyes, "J-Jaemin, it's moving.."
Instead, ripping away your skirt he exposes your ass. Specifically the hole. His eyes widen full of lust. Your hole was pulsating away like it had it's own heart beat.
"Fuck.. you're begging for me.." Justifying at the action in front. It's you that wants this to happen, to let him do whatever he can.
The fascination as he watches how quickly your hole opens itself and shuts. You're seriously asking for it, for him to lose all control.
You pressed yourself against his ingrowing cock, moving it slowly all around only to hear the incubus's big growl. He knows what your doing.
Only to feed his wet lips attach itself against your hole, salivating all the wetness that's been present since.
He breathed against them as his tongue took a long lick all the way, "Bet Jeno didn't touch these lips."
You could feel his smirk behind you as he plants kisses above.
Naturally rocking your body back and forth, thinking when his long tongue will finally intrude it's self in.
"Humans. So pathetic." He laughed, undressing himself with his cock shooting out. The tip looking so red, the prominent veins showcasing above it, ready to erupt any given time.
His cock surrounds all over your throbbing hole, trying to take him in. He teases his tip all around allowing your wetness to coat him.
"Remember I said I'd make it good?"
Jaemin is hoovering above you, as you watched back only to see his huge thick cock growing expendiosly. You licked your lips in sight, yearning for it to enter behind.
His body falling over yours, giving small little licks all the way to your spine and above. Your arching your back completely as you bite down the whimpers falling from your mouth.
"Y-Your so nice to me.." It's like you don't even remember anything thats occurred. Being so fucking deprived, your complimenting the incubus when he makes you feel good.
The same who put you in this form of hell.
He laughs lowly against your skin, "Humans.. ah, my weakness. Thanking me even during my most selfish moments, do you not know my kind, yet?"
Just as you leaned back again, he thrusted himself inside. Both pushing yourself further as Jaemin slides through, you make it so easy for him.
You could feel Jaemin's entire body hurdled against your back, his tongue sending small licks around your earlobe before he bites it down. You're faltering already at his actions, coating his cock with more wetness you've produced.
Jeno was nothing compared to Jaemin. Jaemin had such a bigger cock no doubt, but it's almost as if it keeps growing once it's inside. Feeling like it'll pierce through your brain, making you literally fucked out of thoughts.
Your legs were shivering, not used to this kind of thing, not used to such a huge cock.
You'd never think an Incubus could be the one who destroys you, from mind body and soul. Doubting that anyone could even compare to this, Jaemin already making sure your completely ruined to even be used by others. Even his own kind.
"My perfect little human. Always complying to take my cock, right?" He pushes himself further, penentrating your hole like its nothing.
"Yes.. want your cock, want it so badly, want to be filled.. please.." Moaning away as you take it all, like you should. You're here to please after all.
He brings his huge hand as it cups your face, making you turn around to watch your desperate state, "What happened to the innocent girl who barely knew how to take cock, now begging to get filled?"
Enjoying the state you've become but that's purely because you sold your soul off to him. His inches becoming deeper inside as he thinks back to your stupidity.
"Dumb fucking whore, good for nothing but just another hole for me to slide my cock in. You should be grateful you were the chosen one," He snarls, gripping on to your hips with force enough to cause bruises.
Your thighs shaking frantically, your hole feeling swollen from his constant deep thrusting.
Getting pulled behind, slamming his cock with much force. Your cries are filling the silence of the room, wandering how much more deep can he get.
"See?" He whispers behind your ears, "You were never meant for Jeno."
He penetrates faster, as sweat is dripping from his forehead down to your body.
"Even when you fucked him, who was you thinking of during the time?" He asked cockily already knowing the answer yet wanting to stroke his high ego.
"You! Jaemin!" You shouted out, getting fucked out completely.
Jaemin's eyes close up brewing feelings of extreme lust, knowing he's the better option to cease. He opens his eyes before he laughs, "Exactly it shows your just made for me, pretty."
Your mouth is drooling as he begins to roll his hips, the urge to cum getting stronger as he continues. Only for him to stop.
"Fuck.. want to remain here for entirnity." He continued licking every inch of your body, goosebumps raised by his touch.
Your breath hikes up as he knibbles away in your much weaker spots.
"Jaemin, please fuck me." Whining at the loss of his cock.
"I am," He lazily thrusts to get you geared up. Only to catch you offguard completely.
His burning eyes making their way back to yours, turning you around as both your faces touch. A whisper escaping from your lip, seeing Jaemin this close brings shivers.
He's admiring your state of utter desperation. The weakness your portraying, almost like giving up. Like a child being starved from food.
Tears glistening your entire face, Jaemin thinks you look the prettiest this way. The wrecked up way.
Too stilled with each other eyes, a hand makes it's way down your core. Rubbing the the clit furiously. It's so fucking intense, not only what he's doing but his eyes piercing in your soul.
He's enjoying watching you wither infront of his hold. Only he can the power to do this. His speed increasingly getting faster, your thighs clenching unable to control the pleasure. It's a completely overwhelming state to be in.
Not only that, Jaemin's lazy speed grew back to his usual. Intense and overbearing.
Your thighs getting hit against one another with an ache, "Ever since I laid my eyes on you, I want to ruin you so much. Wreck each and every human part of you.." He sighs, angrily thrusting in and out of you.
"Want to make you mine, welcome you into my Hell." His fingers attached deeply on to your hips as he speeds up. You feel bruised already but hearing his words is making you clench around his entire length.
"F-Fuck.. I'mma cum.."
"Cum for me pretty." His thrusts gaining more strength, hands above your clit whilst he flickers it with his fingers.
You cummed all over his cock, eyes squeezed as you saw stars. Your legs trembling, burning with severe ache. Moans still leave through your mouth at how well you were getting fucked and still are as Jaemin continues.
His cock growing harder as ever inside of your hole knowing his about to finish off. "Want to be filled? Be my cumdump? Let me fill up your needy hole?" He groans deeply, lips attached near your shoulders.
You turn back with pupply like eyes, begging to feel him inside of you already. "Please Jaemin, Please cum, cum in me Please.." Rocking back and forth with his cock giving it a final push.
Your begging is music to his ears. Your soft pleas, he can't take it any longer. His face dipped back on your shoulder releasing an animalistic growl. It was so loud, your certain everyone could hear. Never knowing how deeper his voice could become.
"Come on," Breathing becoming faster, take it for me.Take it all inside."
His cum splatters all inside of your hole, coating your entire inside. Some of the cum dripping below your thighs. Watching your ass becoming needy and sucking in the rest of his cum.
"Fuck...." He licked his lip whilst his cock remained in your ass, watching you yet clench against him.
Your eyes fluttering at another intense orgasm, body jolting all around. You both were exhausted completely.
"You're perfect for me."
Your phone on your bed literally vibrated right after, Jaemin being the one to turn it on.
Jeno♡♡ [01.00am] i miss ur pussy
Jeno♡♡ [01.01am] can we meet up tommrow???
Jaemin let out a huge scoff. Jeno definitely was out of the picture now, you've chosen who you wanted.
He deleted the message and tossed your phone away. He got closer to you as he whispered slowly, "All mine now.."
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A Gallavich tale, told 100 words at a time.
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A man jumped into the back seat of Ian’s car.
“You a driver?” Dark hair, one small piece of luggage.
“Yeah, only if you’re registered on the app.”
“Screw the app. Take me to Nashville.”
Ian choked on his Gatorade. “That’s eight hours from here.”
“So?”
“You gotta plan these things out. Get matched with the right driver.”
“It’s not like I knew that my fucking boyfriend was gonna run off to fucking Yee-Haw Land to elope with my sworn enemy.”
Ian checked the rearview and saw pain behind those angry blue eyes. He switched his app status to OCCUPIED.
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Ian took the entrance ramp onto I-90. They should arrive in Nashville around … oh, 3:37 AM.
“I have an emergency kit.” Ian nodded with his chin. “Under the seat. A few comforts in case you need ’em.”
The passenger shuffled through the insulated bag. “Boxed juice. Granola bars. Fucking gummy bears, man? This is childhood stuff. You got any Jack Daniels?”
Ian felt a spark of disobedience. “I’ve got a few joints in the glove box.” This was definitely off-book behavior, but it felt right. “They come with a price.”
“What’s that, Jeeves?”
“You’ve gotta tell me your whole story.”
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The dark-haired passenger scoffed. “You don’t look like you’ve got the stomach to get caught up on my bullshit.”
“Try me.”
“Whatever. Fuckin’ sadist.” He settled into his seat. “You ain’t wearing a wire, right?”
“Not today.”
“All right, so, you ever heard of Berry Buds?”
“Those stuffed animals in the shape of fruit? Don’t people use those to smuggle coke?”
The guy raised an eyebrow. “You too delicate to hear about crime, pumpkin? There’s murder, too. Betrayal. And a pair of pink flamingos.”
“Wait, back up. You forgot the most important part. What’s your name?”
The passenger only smiled.
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Man, this passenger could talk. Ian heard an hour’s worth of Milkovich family crimes.
Milkovich.
Ian didn’t know the guy’s first name. Only how passionate he was, the excitement in his voice.
“So Iggy launched the box of M-80s into the river, right, and this long-legged yahoo waltzes up.” Milkovich paused. “Wait, did you just yawn? If it’s such a chore to listen, I can fuckin’ stop.”
Ian made eye contact in the rearview mirror. “I was promised murder. A boyfriend.”
Milkovich slunk in his seat. “Keith.” All his passion faded to pain. “Yeah … guess I can talk about him.”
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“Keith is …” Milkovich seeped with defeat and anger. “He’s the first person who saw me as more than a thug. We met at the liquor store. Been together seventeen months. I thought we were long-term, you know? Then he starts spending time at clubs. Digging into the scene. I don’t give a fuck if he does coke to let off steam. But he keeps getting it from the same guy. Real tall motherfucker. White-blond hair. Wears sweater vests.”
“Northside prick.”
“Oh, you know this guy?”
Ian had seen plenty of club action. He hardened in solidarity. “I know the type.”
---
“Anyways, that’s how I realized my piece-of-shit boyfriend is marrying fancy-pants Logan Covington, the motherfucker who snipes our business and has led the biggest anti-Milkovich smear campaign this side of Michigan.” The passenger let out a sigh. He slowed for the first time in an hour. “Shoulda known by that haircut. He came home looking like a walking Ken doll.”
“So, wait.” Ian sorted through the complicated story threads. “Are you going to kill your boyfriend?”
“No, man, keep up. I want to get him back.” He leaned forward, laying his hand on Ian’s shoulder. “And you’re gonna help me.”
---
Ian scoffed. “Don’t rope me into your drama.”
“Come on, man. We show up at the chapel, tell Keith I’m dating you now, let the jealousy unfold.”
Unbelievable. Ian shouldn’t even consider the offer. He had a ton to do this weekend. But Milkovich was obviously hurting.
Ian scratched his chin. “And I’d be on the clock the whole time?”
“What, you scared to do it? You a homophobe or something?”
“I’m gay.”
Milkovich stared, hard. He looked Ian up and down. “You never mentioned that.” He gave a coy smirk.
Ian felt a shot of electricity. “You never asked.”
---
The Silver Diner in Lafayette, Indiana bustled with activity.
Milkovich talked over the sizzling grill. “Still don’t know why we stopped here.”
“Can’t think on an empty stomach.” Ian flagged the waitress.
Jolene smiled, leaned into the booth. “Order’s coming right up, sugarpot.” She touched Ian’s arm as she left.
Milkovich frowned. “That shit happen to you a lot?”
“What?”
“Chicks waving their boobs in your face.”
“I don’t really notice.” But Milkovich noticed. Interesting.
“It’s good, actually. We can use it in our plan. People find you attractive.”
“You think I’m pretty?”
He rolled his eyes. “Didn’t say me.”
---
Milkovich rolled a coin across the diner table. “You see that? Table's tilted by a degree-and-a-half. Cheap off-balance pedestal leg. I’d have used a trestle instead.”
Huh. This guy’s shoulders relaxed when he talked about normal stuff.
“The key with builds like this…” The guy was smart. Layered. Funny. And his eyes twinkled when he geeked out about construction, apparently.
Ian was finding new ways to be awed each minute.
“…at least shim the motherfucker because…”
Ian interrupted. “I’m in.”
“Huh?”
“Your plan? I guess can pretend to like you.”
Ian’s stomach swooped. Pretend might not be the right word.
---
“Seriously, you’ll do it?” Milkovich raised an eyebrow. “Okay, lay it on me. Tell me everything about you.”
Ian enjoyed sharing his details. “I’m one of six kids. Two sisters, three brothers. Wait, you’re not writing this down? You’re gonna memorize all this shit?”
The guy leaned forward, intense, piercing. He traced his finger around Ian’s wrist. “We’re chained now. I’ll remember everything about you.”
This was absurd, but the guy seemed dead serious.
Ian felt goosebumps. He took charge and matched the guy’s intensity. “Then tell me your first name.”
A quick tongue flick. The guy nodded. “It’s Mickey.”
---
Turns out, scheming and joking with Mickey was easier than breathing. Ian drummed on the table. “Okay, how’d we meet? I gave you a ride somewhere?”
“And then I rode you.” Mickey laughed. “Simple enough. How about second date?”
Ian’s inner romantic spun into action. “A rooftop picnic. You brought snacks and whiskey.”
“Hm. Doesn’t sound like me.”
“I brought a tire iron and gun because I didn’t trust you.”
Mickey smirked, like these lies were becoming reality in his head. “Wise man.”
Ian swelled. His weekend suddenly had purpose. He’d be the best fake boyfriend in the goddamn world.
---
They hit the john before they got back on the road. Pissed in outdated urinals, washed their hands.
Ian watched Mickey closely. Every turn, every strut, every smirk. That’s how he noticed that Mickey flinched when the hand dryer shot to life.
“Mickey Milkovich.” Ian laughed. “You can dump a mob boss in the Chicago River but you’re afraid of a little hot air?”
“It’s fucking startling.”
Mickey paused in the doorway. Tilted his head. Looked up at Ian. “Keith … he never noticed that about me.”
Ian elbowed him, defusing his sadness. “I’m going to learn all your secrets, boyfriend.”
---
Around midnight, the rhythm of repeating street lights on Interstate 65 lulled Ian toward sleep.
“Can I ask you a question?” Mickey looked damn relaxed, too. Seat leaned back. Legs stretched out. Talking in a low voice. “Let’s say I blew this.”
“Not gonna happen.”
“Say I end up alone. Do I deserve that?”
Ian could certainly judge. He’d heard about Mickey’s crimes, his family, his dating history.
He wanted to hold Mickey’s hand. He wanted to find the right words to remedy this hurt.
“Mickey, you are the most –”
A bang. A crash. Ian’s face smashed into the airbag.
---
Ian took inventory. He was conscious. Neck pain. Bleeding nose.
He scrambled to unfasten his seatbelt. To wave away the airbag dust.
He pawed at Mickey’s leg, arm, chest. “Are you okay?”
“I’m scraped up.” Mickey coughed. “What happened?”
“Someone clipped our bumper. We spun out. Hit the guardrail. I was out of control.”
“Why are you pulling on my eye?”
Ian lowered his hand. “Checking for a concussion.” He tried to steady his breath, calm his panic. “I’m sorry. I let you down.”
Mickey set his injured hand on Ian’s, offering shaky reassurance. “Better than being worm food, man.”
---
The cops had come and gone. Reality settled in. Ian’s car was undriveable. They were stranded.
Mickey’s anxiety spiked. “How the hell am I getting to the wedding now?” He paced along the shoulder, pointing at Ian. “Who drives for a fucking living and doesn’t have roadside assistance?”
Ian spoke via speakerphone to a random tow company they’d Googled. “It’s a silver Camry. Near exit 130.”
Mickey yelled into the phone. “Just look for the goddamn ring of fire lighting up I-65.”
Ian prayed for strength. “Ignore him. There’s no fire.” Unless you counted the flames rising from Mickey’s nostrils.
---
Ian talked to Mickey in the crammed cab of the tow truck. “I told you I’d get you there. I’ll think of something.”
The mechanic pulled into a repair shop. “Car can stay here. Hank opens at 7:00 tomorrow.”
Mickey exploded. “It’s not open 24 hours?”
“This is Indianapolis, not L.A.”
“How are we supposed—"
Ian held up a hand to stop him. He could feel Mickey’s desperation, his impatience and heartbreak. “Is there a hotel nearby?”
The mechanic pointed across the street. To a run-down motel called King Richard’s Royal Inn.
Mickey glared. “Well, long live the fuckin’ king.”
---
Josie at the front desk didn’t even look at her computer. “I’m sorry. It’s race week. We don’t have room for more guests.”
Mickey glared at Ian. “Come on, Gingerbread. You’re taking me to the Motel 6.”
Josie snorted. “You’ll be lucky to find a campground in this town with a vacancy.”
“Guess I’m sleeping in your fucking lobby, then.”
As if Ian didn’t feel bad enough about this situation.
A chime sounded on the computer.
“Hey, now.” Josie smiled. “We’ve just had a cancellation.” She looked between them. “It’s a single. One full-sized bed.”
Mickey didn’t hesitate. “We’ll take it.”
---
“Door’s flimsy enough to kick open.” Ian unlocked the motel room.
Mickey groaned. “No TV. No closet. They better have hot water.”
“Jesus, the bed’s small.” Ian’s neck ached. This was officially hell.
“You gonna be all right, Red? We’ve got to get used to touching each other.”
Ian grabbed him and pulled him close, roughly. “Think we’ll be able to fool Keith?”
And, damn, Mickey’s face was right fucking there, looking tired. Cranky. Kissable. “We should do it bareback in the middle of the chapel just to piss him off.”
Oof.
Ian was not going to survive this night.
---
Mickey cracked the bathroom door as he showered, fogging up the motel room.
Ian sat on the bed, still for the first time tonight. He felt warmth. Pain. Adrenaline let-down.
Mickey’s silhouette moved behind the curtain. A hint. A tease. An invitation.
What if … Ian pulled the curtain back?
He could feel those sturdy shoulders, that smooth skin. Trace his tongue along the water droplets. Grab that thick … hair.
What if Mickey dropped his guy and took Ian on? Then what?
Would Mickey get tired of him?
Desire. Curiosity. Potential. Ian’s thoughts swirled like water.
… then the shower clicked off.
---
“Jesus!” Mickey pulled the curtain back. “Damn water turned to ice.” He jumped from the shower, lunging for a towel.
And of course Ian had been staring and saw everything. Mickey’s dripping body. The toned muscles in his legs. His stomach. A quick flash of his anatomy.
Ian turned away.
“Fucking freezing, man.” Mickey’s wet feet slapped on the floor. “This is on you, Gallagher.”
Ian peeked. The towel did nothing to hide the curve of Mickey’s ass.
God, Ian had to tamp down his infatuation. Maybe cockiness would work instead. “I hear skin-to-skin contact gets you warm the fastest.”
---
Mickey huffed at Ian’s joke. “You tryin’ to see me naked?”
“It’s for science. Research.”
Mickey shrugged and reached for the knot of his towel. The world moved in slow motion now, a tattooed hand tugging white cotton.
The fabric fell away, sliding down his leg. Dark hairs matted against skin. Body with the right balance of definition and softness.
Ian’s heart beat fast. He felt it getting stronger and stronger and stronger.
He glanced up and fell into Mickey’s eyes.
One touch could overcome the silence. One touch could reveal Ian’s crush.
Mickey smiled, all confidence. “Your turn, Loverboy.”
---
In this game of chicken, Mickey was winning.
Ian gulped. It was only fair, right? Mickey needed to see his body for their boyfriend charade to work.
Ian peeled off his jeans. His t-shirt, going slow and begging all his parts to stay chill.
Mickey never broke eye contact.
Ian slid his boxers down, breathless.
“Patriot tattoo. Boobs tattoo.” Mickey nodded. “Carpet matches the drapes. Uh-huh.”
How could Mickey stay so calm when he was tearing Ian’s nerves to pieces?
Mickey stepped within touching distance. “Only one more question, hot shot.”
“What’s that?”
“How good of an actor are you?”
---
Ian held his ground. “I’m a great actor.”
“Could you kiss me right now?” Mickey’s gaze raked down Ian’s body. “Kiss me and not get hard?” Mickey spoke oh-so-slowly. “We’re together, right? So we supposedly kiss all the time. Can you control yourself?”
A song burst through the tension. A silly cartoon voice repeating, You are my cute-cumber. You are my cute-cumber.
Mickey’s eyes widened. “Fuck, my phone.”
He scrambled, but the sound went silent before he got there.
Ian laughed. “Seriously? That’s the cheesiest alert.”
“You don’t understand.” Mickey looked up with pain in his eyes. “That’s Keith’s ringtone.”
---
Keith’s call shifted Mickey's vibe from flirty to flustered.
Ian slid on his boxers and jeans. Being naked suddenly seemed wrong.
“Why the fuck was he calling?” Mickey threw the towel over his lap. “He didn’t leave a voicemail. Is he having second thoughts about the wedding? Should I call back?”
Ian had no clue how to help. “Just take a minute. Breathe.”
“My brain’s turning to mush here, Gallagher. I’m exhausted. I’m confused. We haven’t eaten in hours. And now this? Tell me what the fuck to do.”
Ian didn’t think. He yanked Mickey’s head back and kissed him.
---
The kiss was overwhelming. Tinged with panic. Wonderful. Scary. Exciting. Over too soon.
Mickey touched his own lips. “That’s good. I … needed that.”
“This trip’ll be stressful enough without you freaking out. When the anxiety ratchets up in that head of yours, I’ll take care of you, all right?”
Mickey nodded. Took a second. Smirked. “Knew you couldn’t do it.”
“What?”
“Knew you couldn’t kiss me without getting hard.”
“You’re an asshole.”
But the intensity on Mickey’s face told Ian not to push. The bright blue eyes. The absolute relief at being taken care of.
Ian let the moment simmer.
---
Ian needed to be supportive. A bodyguard. A wingman, offering safety pins and pep talks.
He pulled two joints from his pocket. “You weren’t meant to face this weekend sober.”
“Fuck, man, you always know what I need.”
“Snagged ’em from my glove box after the crash.” Ian lit up and offered one to Mickey. “I know everything seems fuckin’ hopeless, like your life is wrecked. You ain’t wrong.”
“This supposed to make me feel better?”
“The point is, it’s okay to be who you are.”
“What’s that, big guy?”
Ian threaded their fingers together. “A loser, just like me.”
---
The wee hours passed in a purple haze of weed and exhaustion.
They didn’t sleep. They lay beside each other in that tiny bed, clothes on, joking and mumbling.
They bumped elbows, knocked knees, held hands.
Ian ached for more touch. For a kiss that meant more than comfort.
Mickey’s icy blue eyes held him at bay. I can’t face that yet. Please let me hover outside of reality a little longer.
In the orange glow of sunrise, Ian gathered his nerve. He asked the question he’d been pondering all night. “You still want to go to this wedding, Milkovich?”
---
Mickey sat too far away on the motel bed. “Why wouldn’t I go? Keith is my boyfriend. We live together.”
“How’s that gonna work out once the newlyweds get home?”
“I still want to go.”
This wasn’t right, goddammit. In the movies, a kiss leads to a romantic finale, not this stubborn insistence to stay on course.
Ian grasped at one last hope. “To win Keith back?”
Mickey inched closer. He held Ian’s chin. Broke into a smile. “To show him what a big mistake he made.”
This time, the kiss was only about the two of them. Fuckin’ finally.
--- * --- * --- * --- * ---
Hey. Is this thing on?
Gallagher’s been doing an okay job telling this story, but now it’s my turn. And none of that past-tense, passive bullshit. I’ll tell you everything the moment it happens, okay?
You’re gonna witness every mile, every pit stop, every tacky decision my ex makes for this wedding. His abysmal choice in groom. Some godawful silver balloon arch. Those lime-flavored vodka Jell-o squares he loves so much.
Damn, I can’t wait to see the scowl on Keith’s face when Ian and I start playing tonsil hockey on the dance floor.
We’re gonna fuck some shit up.
---
It’s seven AM. I’m camped outside Hank’s Body Shop drinking coffee-colored swill.
Ian’s beside me, giving me bedroom eyes, running his fingers up my arm. He’s tempting as fuck.
Hank unlocks the door and lets us in. “Knew you’d be waitin’.”
I spot Ian’s car, nod toward it. “What’s the damage?”
“Her bones are good, but you’re looking at three grand in parts and labor. I have an opening on October first.”
“October? That’s six weeks from now.”
Hank shrugs. “You can tow her somewhere else. No skin off my teeth.”
Ian eyes darken, and not in a sexy way.
---
Look, I’ve learned a lot about Gallagher in the past day. If he says he’s gonna do something, he will.
We’re definitely getting to Nashville.
He’s got about eighty tabs up on his phone. “Ubering is ridiculously expensive. A rental car’ll surcharge me because I’m not twenty-five.”
“You’re not?”
“Not until next May.” Ian doesn’t even look up. “Greyhound leaves at 11:30. What time’s the wedding?”
“Six.”
“Guess we’re taking the bus.”
I fucking hate this idea. Ian can tell. He grabs me by the waist. “We can cuddle the whole way there.”
Okay, maybe I fucking love this idea.
---
We leave the car behind. Leave the body shop behind. Check out of the motel, leave it behind.
All I’ve been doing lately is letting things go. Releasing the goddamn trapeze wire and falling without a net.
My ex is the hardest fucking thing to let go.
Ian and I sit in the back seat of a cab, on our way to the bus station. He holds my hand, simply. “This is the first time I’ve seen your shoulders relax.”
He's a six-foot-high, freckly-armed godsend. It's easier to let go when a motherfucker like that is waiting to catch you.
---
The bus trip passes in a blur. I’m lost in a tangle of Gallagher limbs. He touches my forehead, cups my cheek, kisses me every minute on the minute.
After all the shit we’ve gone through, the ride feels too easy. Roadblocks are easy to rally against. But when the path is clear, doubt creeps in.
We pull into Nashville Station at four o’clock. It’s sunny. The air smells like Keith.
He’s probably putting on his tux and double-checking the flowers right now.
I’ve been obsessed. I haven’t taken a moment to breathe.
Fuck.
Am I doing the right thing?
---
I shove down my hesitation, because fuck Keith. If I want to crash his party, I’ll do it with a wrecking ball.
Ian and I step out of an Uber, bleary-eyed. The white chapel sits in a commercial strip, bathed in neon.
There’s two pink birds dressed in tuxedos mounted out front. I rip one from the grass. “Goddamn flamingos, man. That was supposed to be our thing.”
A man greets guests at the chapel steps. “Thank you for coming, thank you ah-very much.” Rhinestones. Bell bottoms. Sunglasses.
I can’t handle this shit. “He’s having fucking Elvis officiate his wedding?!”
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The Old Web part 1: Neocities and Geocities
Today I discovered the Old Web movement.
As a 2003 kiddo I was not an internet user in the late 90s and early 2000s when the "old internet" was at its height. But I recently discovered that there lies a place beyond our Twitters and Instagrams of the present. Deeper into the internet there is a thriving community of personal, amateur-coded, not-for-profit websites, many of which are hosted on Neocities.
But before we can really get into neocities, we must talk about it's ancestor geocities. Geocities was created in 1994 by David Bohnett and John Reznor to be a website-hosting service and a way to discover people's personal websites. In 1999 it was bought out by yahoo! (the destroyer) at a time when it was the third most popular website on the whole internet. Yahoo! changed a bunch of shit, forgoing the "cities" aspect of grouping together websites of a certain theme so that people can discover websites related to their interests. Yahoo! instead wanted to focus on using the person's yahoo! usernames in the URLs. This is one of the first of MANY times that corporations will ruin things on the internet for the sake of profit.
Yahoo! eventually decided geocities wasn't profitable enough, even after the website had added advertisements, paid premium benefits (which screwed over people who didn't pay), and a geocities watermark on every website it hosted that you couldn't remove. Geocities was killed by yahoo! in 2009.
Shortly after the website was announced to be shutting down Internet Archive (bless them) and a few other groups made it their mission to archive the geocities websites that would otherwise be wiped from the internet forever. These campaigns were widely successful.
After geocities was gone, there was now a niche to fill. Neocities sprung up four years later, taking its place. In 2023 it boasts over 600,000 websites being hosted on its platforms. It has links to people's personal websites, a webcomic where a cat teaches you HTML, and many guides to making your own website.
The community of custom website owners is alive and well, equipped with HTML knowledge, friendship, a healthy dose of nostalgia, and their own manifesto. They believe in the idea that the internet was better before everything was dictated by profit, algorithms, and efficiency. I'll get more into the community aspect in part 2.
#neocities#geocities#old web#webcore#internet#internet history#internet culture#textpost#90s internet#00s internet#old internet
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Getting Out in Front on Antisemitism
A few weeks ago, when the New York City Council was debating a resolution combating antisemitism, we had a bit of awkwardness when various lefty groups (and a few lefty councilmembers) expressed concern about aligning themselves with the undeniably right-wing actors who were the primary movers behind the underlying campaign. Six councilmembers ultimately declined to vote for the resolution, resulting in some absolutely expected negative headlines and bad press as the right seized the opportunity that fell into their laps.
In response to that own-goal, I wrote the following:
Look: Brooke Goldstein is an undeniably toxic actor. I totally get why a progressive wouldn't want to touch anything she's within ten feet of. But here's the thing: you don't *have* to wait for her to draft an anti-antisemitism resolution. You can draft your own!
NYC progressives have nobody to blame but themselves that they let Goldstein get out in front of them. If you don't want to vote for "her" res, write and submit your own first. Who knows, maybe [Republican city councilwoman Inna] Vernikov will pale at associating with you and you can turn the screws on her a bit!
But if you aren't writing these resolutions and you aren't frontloading the fight against antisemitism, you can't get too chippy that other people fill in the gap you've left. It's a problem entirely of your own making.
As the day of the Biden administration's big antisemitism action plan rollout comes to a close, doesn't it feel nice to be on the right side of that lesson?
The Biden administration didn't wait on antisemitism. It didn't hold back, it didn't stay quiet and do nothing until some Matt Gaetz style yahoo created a "plan to fight antisemitism" that they had to reject while awkwardly insisting that of course they oppose antisemitism but they just can't oppose it this way.
The Biden administration wrote their own plan, on their own initiative, in their own words. And what was the result?
An array of Jewish organizations from the left to the center-right echoed those sentiments in welcoming the plan with enthusiasm, marking a change from recent weeks in which they had been split over how the plan should define antisemitism. Still, a handful of right-wing groups blasted the strategy, saying that its chosen definition of antisemitism diluted the term.
The Jewish left seems happy. I've seen naught but praise from groups like the JDCA, J Street, JFREJ, and so on. The Jewish center seems happy. The ADL and AJC clearly are taking this as a win. The Conference is happy. Groups like JIMENA are thrilled that the document expressly acknowledges and represents Sephardic and Mizrahi Jews. A rapid consensus has already emerged across a broad swath of the American Jewish community that this document is an example of true allyship from the White House.
And the right? Well now it's their turn to feel uncomfortable. They're still trying to stomp their feet about Nexus getting 15 words of modest praise. They're awkwardly trying to figure out how handle MAGA darling Rep. Lauren Boebert (R-CO) calling the proposed campaign against antisemitism a means of "go[ing] after conservatives" and comparing it to Soviet repression. They're on their heels, reeling from the fact that the biggest national program to fight antisemitism is being conducted and they're struggling to even board the train.
Right now, the fight against antisemitism is a coalition of left and center, with the right bickering on the sidelines. It's not just a win for the Jews (though it is), it's a great political coup as well. And it's all because the Biden administration took the very simple step of getting out in front.
Learn that lesson, and learn it well.
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a bunch of character portraits i did instead of working on shit i should have been working on!!
charlemagne (chip), jarvis, del, acer, and ajax (in that order! yahoo!)
ive been trying to push my colors more especially when i have symbolism in mind for a character. i like how these turned out :^)
i also drew their PC's portraits for the game they play!! (below the cut)
wait, okay. the image desc for that is so long you cant read it. ill paste it.
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a series of five portraits.
first portrait: On a slate grey background with jets leaving contrails between sparse grey clouds, an older man with prominent white mutton chops and a cap that covers his eyes. He has two large catlike ears that stick out from under his hat, and a vaguely catlike nose. He wears a large dark-colored cloak. His colors are muted blues and greys, and his expression is not readable.
Second Portrait: A saturated blue background strung with dark wires and splotches of teal. A whitish-blue android with an oblong head and a scope for one eye. He is smooth and polished, with a large black cord connecting his head to his back. He has armor on one shoulder, the strap extending over his chestplate.
Third Portrait: A girl with short bangs at profile. She has a headband like a crown, with gold spikes like the sun extending from it. She has a head covering not unlike that of a nun, black and white, but it only stretches just below her ears, below which more of her dark greenish hair splays out. She wears a white collared shirt under a black jacket whose collar sticks up. Behind her, a dark brown background with a bright circle like a sun just behind her face, which lights her in a rich yellow.
Fourth Portrait. A man with sunglasses who looks like Arnold Schwarzenegger in Terminator. One of the lenses has a bright red light shining from behind it. He wears a black tactical vest and has one metal arm. His brown hair is cropped short, and he is muscular. He wears a stern expression, the front of his face starkly lit while the rest of him is cast in dark shadow. His lenses flare. Behind him, a black background with read laser lines extending outward.
Fifth Portrait: A boxy robot on a red and yellow background patterned like panels of metal and screws. It is made of dark cobalt metal, with a square body and a head that extends on one pole. Its head is bean-shaped, with one scope and another small glowing green eye. It looks a bit like wall-e. On its body, glowing green and red lights, as well as one pincher-like arm extending from a static turning joint. Red and green wires connect from its head, neck, and body.
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#ah. no cut because tumblr hatea me#GARAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH IM NORMAL ABOUT CCVRO. I AM NORMAL ABOUT CCVRO. IM NORMAL ABOUT THE THINGS I WRITE!!!!!!!#please read my image descs. they took forever. normally im embarrassed by people reading them but please its been years.#im REALLY happy with chips portrait. she is so cuties to me#cybercrash#acer tag#ajax tag#jarvis tag#del tag#charlemagne tag#digital art#portrait#finished art#clip studio paint
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George Harrison and Paul McCartney in the 1950s, 1960s, and 1990s; photos by/© Paul (?), ITV/Shutterstock, Leslie Bryce, Jim Marshall, Linda McCartney, and a screenshot from The Beatles Anthology.
Happy birthday to Paul!
Q: “You met Paul first.”
George Harrison: “Yeah, Paul went to school with me. I met him when I was about twelve years old. So I had this guitar, the one I just talked about, and Paul had a trumpet for some reason. His father, in his earlier days, had been involved in a little dance band. He was a piano player. So there was a lot of music in Paul's house too. But [then] we started hanging out together.” - WNEW-FM, 1987
“George put on do-do-do-do [sings the signature riff] which is very much a part of the song [‘And I Love Her’]. Y’know, the opening riff. That, to me, made a stunning difference to the song and whenever I play the song now, I remember the moment George came up with it. That song would not be the same without it.” - Paul McCartney, MOJO, November 2011
“Paul always writes nice melodies.” - George Harrison, Scene and Heard, 8 October 1969
“‘The thing about Paul,’ George says, ‘is that apart from the personal problem of it all, he’s having a wonderful time. He’s going riding and he’s got horses and he’s got a farm in Scotland and he’s happier with his family. And I can dig that.’” - early 1970s; The Blacklisted Journalist, 2001
“I’ve always preferred Paul’s good melodies to his screaming rock & roll tunes. The tune I thought was sensational on the London Town album was ‘I’m Carrying.’” - George Harrison, Rolling Stone, 19 April 1979
“[N]ow we don’t have any problems whatsoever as far as being people is concerned, and it’s quite nice to see him. But I don’t know about being in a band with him, how that would work out. It’s like, we all have our own tunes to do. And my problem was that it would always be very difficult to get in on the act, because Paul was very pushy in that respect. When he succumbed to playing on one of your tunes, he’d always do good. But you’d have to do fifty-nine of Paul’s songs before he’d even listen to one of yours. So, in that respect, it would be very difficult to ever play with him. But, you know, we’re cool as far as being pals goes.” - George Harrison, Rolling Stone, 19 April 1979
“But we do, actually, we do get on. […] I still love him, and it doesn't matter, I’m going to continue my friendship with him regardless of his attitude, because I don’t have time to screw around anymore, you know.” - George Harrison, The Midday Show, February 1988
“Actually, I love Paul, he’s my mate, and it doesn’t matter what they say in the papers, they’re not gonna get much mileage out of that one.” - George Harrison (regarding the media’s claim of a feud between Harrison and McCartney at the San Remo Festival in 1988), Aspel & Company, 5 March 1988
“There’s always a place in my heart for Paul… and Linda.” - George Harrison, Musician, March 1990
Q: “Does Paul still piss you off (tell us the truth)”
george_harrison_live: “Scan not a friend with a microscopic glass — You know his faults — Then let his foibles pass.”
george_harrison_live: “Old Victorian Proverb.”
george_harrison_live: “I'm sure there's enough about me that pisses him off, but I think we have now grown old enough to realize”
george_harrison_live: “that we're both pretty damn cute!” - Yahoo web chat, 15 February 2001 (x)
#Paul McCartney#George Harrison#quote#quotes by George#George and Paul#Happy Birthday Paul#1950s#1960s#1990s#screenshots#Linda McCartney#PaulMcCartney80#fits queue like a glove
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hey quick question has anyone figured out a search engine that ACTUALLY WORKS?????? now that google is fucking useless?????
particularly for images. i’m so done w their image search. it used to be that you type in a word, hit “search”, and you see essentially all the images that ever existed in that word. i’ve recently discovered that google (and from what i can tell, most other search engines too?) won’t show any results from webpages that are no longer active which is just WILD to me idk like i’m trying to search for images of a specific print from this one brand that’s discontinued and i can’t find ANY of the old advertising photos they used for it because it’s not actively being sold on their website???? that feels wrong???? feels like something that very much so was photographed and had those photographs shared on the internet should still exist on the internet for me to find???? literally it doesn’t even bring up like instagram results with those images even though i know for a fact the brand hasn’t deleted their old posts about those prints. so like. what the fuck.
i also tried bing, yahoo, and duckduckgo and got all the exact same search results. this is happening ALL THE TIME and it’s driving me crazy. like i don’t think it’s wild for me to want to see photos that were posted and shared widely last year?????????
anyways. if anyone knows how to FIX THIS (is there something in my settings that’s screwed up??? i’ve tried looking but cannot find anything!!!) or knows of a good alternative search engine that actually searches and finds past stuff PLEASE let me know cuz this is just so frustrating
#d speaks#tech help#<- aka. give me tech help PLEASE#remember when google used to FUNCTION???????????)
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There's this really funny plot arc in the 1975 Invaders comics that I'm so sad with never get adapted and it's 8 issues. It's vaguely 1942. Captain America, Bucky, The original Human Torch, Toro, Namor, and Spitfire are in Berlin fighting a bunch of Nazis. They all get drugged and it affects Toro and Namor the most this is the arc where it was revealed Toro was a mutant. Anyways the drugs lessened the power of Toro's fire so the bullets coming at him didn't melt. And one lodged right beside his heart. Now keep in mind throughout all of this their worry is the bullet will move and enter his heart.
Bucky sits with Toro out of fire and bandages him up while everyone else fights. When they get a break they all fly off with Jim Hammond the original Human Torch holding Toro completely on fire. They get into a plane. Crash the plane into the ocean and float until they find an Allied ship. Fly onto the ship. Move Toro to a hospital where they're told operating can't happen unless they get the help of Dr Sabuki in Hawaii. They're all in England. Suddenly the Invaders are called away on an urgent missions. Jim Hammond nearly defects he's so mad and worried about Toro. But Bucky says he'll take Namor's ship and fly Toro to America. And he does fly Toro all the way across the world. Toro has at no point woken up totally unconscious.
Bucky lands at the house of Doctor Sabuki and learns about the Internment camp situation. Flies Toro to a random hospital the doctor tells him no one can operate a nurse says this doctor is a racist quack Doctor Sabuki is the best. So Bucky leaves Toro there and races to the camp beats up a bunch of American soldiers and finds Doctor Sabuki and his daughter Gwenny Lou. Suddenly a giant drill emerges from the ground it's Agent Axis and his Axis soldiers. They're looking for Doctor Sabuki and the three of them all get abducted.
Back at the hospital, a boy named Davy Mitchell overheard the doctor say Toro was going to die and he snuck in to see how the young hero was doing. When suddenly a giant drill emerges from the ground it's Agent Axis and his Axis soldiers. They abduct Toro ripping out his plasma and also take Davy with them too I guess cause why not have another hostage. Also Davy is black so the Axis soldiers just start throwing slurs around. The Axis soldiers fight the kids, also Gwenny can fight, and then Bucky orders them all to stand down when they point a gun at Toro's head. Davy and Gwenny think Bucky is insane which is fair enough I think.
Anyways Captain America, Namor, and the Human Torch have arrived in Hawaii looking for the boys. They find Namor's ship still parked outside the internment camp. Steve yells at the soldiers in the camp but then they learn about Agent Axis and his drill and run off to go find everyone.
Back in the drill Davy tells the gang his story and Gwenny is like screw you guys I don't have anything in common with any of you except being stuck in this giant drill. They arrive at a secret layer and Toro is moved off the giant drill and finally operated on by Doctor Sabuki with Gwenny assisting. Bucky acts incredibly weird during this and Davy is like why are you staring at the bullet so hard and Bucky is all "I wanted to see if Toro's name was written on it" okay kid save the poetry for when Toro wakes up. Agent Axis is trying to force Doctor Sabuki to do some insane science experiment while someone moves Bucky out of the room. Toro gets up and shoots fire at that Axis soldier and Bucky goes "yahoo" cause Toro woke up and starts throwing punches. The soldier goes to shoot Toro and Bucky punches him literally thinking "these bullets are going wild! hope they don't hit anyone but I couldn't let him shoot Toro" And Bucky I think you should probably put some emphasis on the poor civilians that have been dragged into this fight instead of your superhero friend.
Anyways the bullets go wild and hit the machine Davy and Gwenny were stuck in and they get so electrocuted it gives them superpowers. Gwenny has something with light and Davy the ability to spin and generate wind. Someone says he's like a Human Top and Davy goes with this. Then at the end Captain America, Namor, and Human Torch burst through the wall.
Gwenny and Davy realize they've developed superpowers. Gwenny calls her golden bursts of sunlight and dubs herself Golden Girl . Steve is like don't know who either of you are but keep it up ! Then over in the corner Agent Axis is escaping with Doctor Sabuki in his giant drill. Namor gets Doctor Sabuki in the water and Steve follows Agent Axis. Back in the secret Axis base Bucky locks some soldiers inside and he's all oh Toro are you well enough to use your fire while Gwenny and Davy just electrocuted and super powered up are kicking ass. Like I can't describe accurately how funny it is to watch Bucky fret over Toro like this.
Then the kids go off on their own adventure for a quick minutes. And Toro finds outfits in the ship which are canonically Namor's which is really good actually. Bucky and Toro call each other Mr. B and Mr. T
They arrive back at the internment camp and then a giant drill emerges from the ground it's Agent Axis. The new kid commandos beat him up and Toro welds shut the giant drill. Doctor Sabuki makes the decision he will stay in the camp while Gwenny will leave with the others. The soldier in charge tries to protest and Gwenny threatens to fucking murder him so she gets to go. Back with the Invaders, its revealed the last Agent Axis fight was actually Namor putting on a show for the kids to and I quote Bucky here "Give them more clout"
In any case I always think it's interesting how Marvel handles addressing American atrocities without having heroes change the entire history of them.
(The Invaders #28)
The Human Top and Golden Girl
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the ballerina, the freak and the king | 8
Both you and Eddie occupied the boat to sleep in for the night. Something about not going back into the house out of fear that someone might be watching. You try not to think about the broken neck of a glass bottle that he keeps beside him. If you do you think about how bad this situation really is and how screwed you really are.
In your sleep, or what you would call intermittent naps of twenty minutes, you dream of the woods. For months you wanted answers about what happened to you. About what that creature was and why it attacked you but didn’t finish the job. You thought you wanted answers but maybe you didn’t. Maybe you should have just moved on.
A slight headache started sometime during the night. You didn’t have the heart to ask Eddie if there were pain killers in the house. So you braved through it like you did the attack. You tried to keep the wincing down to minimum so that he could get some sleep.
The sun lights the inside of the shed through the windows. You have to blink you eyes a bit to adjust. As you sit up a bit you can make out your surroundings clearly. When you do, you realize that Eddie is already up. And the broken bottle is already in his hands. He’s peering out the window.
“Eddie how long have you been staring out the window?” you ask.
Maybe you shouldn’t have because he jumps at the sound of your voice. He looks at you like you’ve just interrupted a very interesting thought. When he does give you an answer you snap your fingers at him. He did it to you not too long ago.
“I’m just waiting for the others.” he answers.
“Can you wait without the broken glass bottle in your hand?”
“Can’t, sweetheart.”
“Right.”
You sigh and get up fully. The boat starts to shake as you move. In a hurry Eddie is at your side with his hands reached out to help you. You take them and clamber out the boat. As you do one of your slippers on your feet falls into the water with a pathetic sound.
“Really hope they got you some shoes.” he says.
“Why do my feet stink?”
Eddie chuckles lightly at you. He looks down at your slipper-less foot. It was on the same side as the bite mark. You did you best these past few months to not think about this leg, foot included. On your toe nails are the remnants of white nail polish.
“I’m going to shut my mouth.” he smiles a bit.
You scoff and shove his shoulder lightly, “like you’re any better.”
He makes a face as to say he might actually be. You snicker at that and shake your head. No way did Eddie take care of his feet better than you did yours. Sure you were working through something here but come on he’s a guy!
There’s a bit of noise outside that Eddie picks up on and he runs over to the windows facing the house. He brings the bottle back up in his hand.
“Is it them?” you ask.
“I don’t know. Can’t see.”
The door opens before either of you can expect it. Eddie shouts a bit while you just flinch in your body. In through the door are the four you met last night. Dustin with the biggest smile of them all.
“Delivery service.” he says.
Eddie lets out a breath as you look at the amount of bags they brought. You hope in one of them is pa air of actual shoes. As if she was reading your mind, Robin reaches into her bag and pulls out a pair of converse. She dangles them with a smile.
“I hope these fit.”
You and Eddie work in tandem. While he takes the bag with food in it you take the shoes and put them on. They fit pretty well, probably because you and Robin have the same shoe size. You thank her when you finish lacing them up. Eddie goes to sit in the boat to chow down some cereal and chug on a Yahoo. It repulsed you a bit so you stood near the window by the door.
While the four of them speak to Eddie you keep watch of the outside. It didn’t mean you weren’t listening to their conversation. Something about Vecna, and the cops are looking for Eddie, but his name isn’t public. However Robin thinks that if they were able to connect the dots other people will soon and then it’ll be a pitchfork mob coming Eddie’s way.
When Robin starts telling Eddie about how they’ve face this thing before and gets into the specifics you want to zone out. But then she says something about human flesh based and you turn around.
“Human flesh based?” you ask.
All five of them look at you.
“Yeah, it was disgusting.”
“Did it- the face, did it open up like a flower?” you ask.
“Uh no-“ she starts.
“Wait you’ve seen a demogorgon before?” Dustin asks.
Between him and Steve there is a high level of confusion. But Dustin starts rambling to himself.
You have no clue what he’s even saying, no clue what a dem-o-gorgon is. And there is no way that you can keep this to yourself anymore either. Eddie already knows. And maybe telling them can help somehow?
The weight is on your shoulders as you walk over to the boat and hold your left leg out. You pull up your pant leg to reveal the bite mark on your calf. No one is saying much of anything but you can see their faces. They all look shocked and scared, Robin looks really grossed out so you pull the fabric back down.
“That’s a bite. You were bitten by a demogorgon.” Dustin begins rambling.
Max looks at you now and compared to before where she seemed be be distrusting of you, she seemed more empathetic.
“What happened?” she asks.
You clear your throat which you didn’t know had gone dry in the time you revealed the bite.
“It was summer, last summer. In the woods. I was walking home from a party and I took a stupid short cut. Out of no where this thing on all fours ran into me. And then it turned around and,”
“Tried to kill you.” Dustin finishes.
“I mean I think so, it took the first bite and I thought I was gonna- ya know, but then I hit it with a stick a couple of times and it let go and it just ran away.” you answer.
From across you can hear Steve and Dustin’s collective woah.
“That’s pretty badass.” Robin compliments.
You shrug you shoulders, “I couldn’t tell anyone what happened that night.”
“You survived that’s all that matters.” Max says.
You nod you head once to thank her in a way.
Before anyone can say anything else the sound of sirens fast approaching come from outside. Robin mentions the tarp and Eddie practically flies underneath it. You join the rest of the group in peeking out the window to see if the cops had found you.
All of you watch as a cop car, then an ambulance and then two more cop cars speed down the road. Past the shed. You all let out a sigh of relief. Dustin tells Eddie it was a false alarm. He come out from under the tarp, cereal and yahoo still in tact.
“What if that was Vecna?” Max asks.
“We need to go check it out.” Dustin answers.
The four of them start talking and can barely hear Eddie calling out to them. You watch uneasily as he shouts at them to get them to stop talking. They turn to him.
“What about us?” Eddie asks and points between you and him.
“Lay low.” Dustin says.
You join Eddie in the boat as the four all leave the shed and tell you they’ll be in contact. Dustin leaves behind a communication device, which looks like a walkie talkie to you, and says they’ll be back. Robin asks you to keep the potential make out session to a minimum just incase.
As soon asks he said that they were out the door and you look to Eddie.
“They are not gonna let that go.” you say.
He frowns, “You started it.”
“Yeah yeah, don’t act like you aren’t benefiting.”
The two of you make small talk from there. You tell him about how you have no new job prospects and he tells you that the only employment he’s had was by selling drugs. Which you make a point of not judging him for, but he does so for you.
You talked to him about Annabelle, as if the two of you were still close. And Eddie went on about his band which you thought was interesting but also fitting for him and his whole vibe.
Then you talked about how you’re happy high school is over, at least for you, because the real world was less stuffy. Eddie then added in the fact that he would always be the freak in or out of high school.
And when he said the word freak for what you felt had been the hundredth time since you’ve met him, you grabbed onto his shoulders like you did before on the couch.
“Eddie you have to take that out of your head. It’s one thing for other people, who don’t know you, to say that but for you to say it…” you say.
Eddie shakes his head and shuts his eyes for a moment, “No it’s fine. I’ve gotten used to it. I’m the freak.”
“You say it like it’s a bad thing Eddie.”
“Is it not?”
“If you don’t want it to be.”
He opens his eyes and gives you a look. One that says you’re in the wrong place to be speaking about this to him.
“You think I don’t know what it’s like to be a freak? I was the only black ballerina in my class since I was seven.”
Eddie clears his throat and his face changes. He looks like he’s swallowed a hair ball or something. Most white people usually do when you bring up race, which is why you don’t do it often. You were almost never in the mood to talk about your experience and create the ‘kumbaya’ experience they were searching for.
“Well I don’t think you’re a freak for you skin color.”
“Thanks that really helps Eddie.”
Your tone is laced with sarcasm and he scoffs at that.
“Yeah I just think you’re a freak because you’re a ballerina.”
“Okay shut up now, smart-ass.”
Theres a lull in conversation and Eddie is the one to break it.
“So do you want to make out? As exes?”
You want to laugh but you know what would be even more fun. So you lean over, real close to his face. Close enough to kiss him. His eyes go wide like saucers when you do. It’s funny to you, so you laugh and pull back from him.
“We’re not exes.”
#tbtftk#stranger things fic#stranger things x black!reader#Eddie Munson x black!reader#Eddie Munson fic#Steve Harrington x black!reader#Steve Harrington fic
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Ok Big Beat for the album asks
YIPPEE YAHOO
The best song on the album: Big Boy of course
My favorite song on the album: see above
My least favorite song on the album: dude i like every song on this album. maybe White Women because you cant sing it out loud lol
The most overrated song on the album: this album is crazy underrated, none of them!
Most underrated: based purely on spotify listens, Screwed Up
The banger of all bangers: fucking Big Boy!!! Fill-Er-Up gets an honorable mention for russell's shrieks what is he peter hammill??
Rate from 0-10: i love this album. but there are more perfect albums out there. 9/10
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Mechtanium surge S4 part 2 watching it so far...
This is just for humor but I do state things that really got me mad or just questions on does...
I started to watch the S4 of Bakugan just because I was searching for material of Runo/ Gunz dinamic and Holy shit, S4 is like... Bruh moment this, Burh that, and I remember why I didn't watch it so far...
Sooo...
--I haven't saw 10 episodes and they already send Mira to the hospital because she sleep late 1 day (Like LMAOOOO).
--Julie been Gay with Mira is priceless.
--Mira been like "But who would help the Brawlers?", bruh, like they know other 5 vestals instead of you and one of them is your fucking brother that for some reason it dissapeared like he didn't exist???? (He got trap in the Gulag with Alice must likely)
--Julie been the comedic relief in the series just makes me feel bad for her, but she do a great job.
--(Not me wondering who did Marucho made an entire city in the United states... But then I remember that he is just Rich)
--I am truly offended that Runo didn't know the city like bruh...
--W H Y can't they stop with the shipping of Runo and Dan since even Shun was like "Oh Dan and Runo go on a Date????" and Marucho was like "That's because is a strategy boi, they are not in love like everytime we ask as they hang out together wonder WHY"
-- In the English dub, so far like 5 bakugan has the same voice of Helios LMAO
--Does lazy ass didn't even change the ending with the Bakugan from the previous part, they deserve a Meh
--I would say Spectra would be mad if he finds out the Baku-suites where stolen but he's opininon doesn't matter because he's in the Gulag.
--I can't get over the fact that they just tell "screw Bakugan, we are making a Mecha anime"
--"Runo knows from Vestal tecnology" is the Bakugan example of "She knows how to use Excel"
--... Dan just fucking fall from a Cliff and he was like "I'm okey" but they put Mira to rest for 2 weeks when she didn't sleep 1 night, like excuse me W T F
--They are moving so fast that first they are drawling and then we are having an emotional touching moment.
--Also, they drawl in every episode lol
--Mira didn't faint in the battle of the night cuz she slept 5 minutes.
--Omfg, they just gave Runo a Bakugan and Dan brawls it, fuck this
--How to make infinite power with a Henkidama and a robot?. Yahoo answers
--and that's how Dan got lost in the ocean
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#bakugan#anime#bakugan mechtanium surge#What the fuck did i just saw#dankuso#runo misaki#mira clay#mira fermin#marucho marukura#shun kazami#Especial mention to Spectra and Alice trap in the Gulag
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Weeellll let's see how it goes.. I was on tumblr wayyyy back and left the platform after Yahoo screwed it up because any of my art I posted got flagged, some got deleted, anything pinup went *POOF*. Ended up on Instagram (can't say I like instagram but if you post art you don't have much choice) and twitter. I can't say if twitter is in it's death throws or not, it may not be dying but it's certainly sick, and I hear Tumblr is back.
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Since you wanted some Distraction Asks: Last impulse purchase that wasn't food. Last song you listened to. Last song you had stuck in your head that wasn't the one you listened to. Favorite coord (that's the word, right?)? Favorite accessories? Favorite memory of the last year? Favorite perfume or cologne?
Last impulse purchase: I have made... a lot of impulse purchases lately oops. >.> But most of them were Christmas gifts! Well, IDK if it's an impulse purchase if you let it sit for more than 24 hours... but I'm going to say the 4 LP record set of the Samurai Champloo soundtrack I picked up on Yahoo Japan. I really liked that series back when it was airing, and the music slapped. I have a small record collection but it's like 90% anime and game soundtracks lol.
Lat song I listened to: 黄昏のBay City as part of a "Future Funk" playlist on youtube.
Last song stuck in my head: "My Brothe: An Email Funk Opera" by Jazz Emu. It's... I don't know. Is catchy the right word? I just keep yowling out the spam email quality english. "AND I LIKE GIVE IT ALL TO YOUUUUU"
Favorite Coord: HARD TO PICK. Gosh, okay so when I was FINALLY able to go to a Takashi Murakami exhibit I made a coord inspired by "Mr. DOB" a character of his and that was a really silly, verging on costumey thing but it was something I'd wanted to do for years and I finally DID IT. Also, I have this Daredevil coord waiting for the right opportunity to wear it >.>
Favorite Accessories: My husband gave me a really sweet Chocobo silhouette necklace one year and it's very elegantly nerdy. On the less elegant side of things, I have a fanny pack that is like... reflective metallic blue plastic that appeals to the vaporwave fan at the core of me. I also have this... steel(?) ring. I don't know where it came from, but it appears to be made of one very long nail or screw with a hexagonal head. The body of the nail is then stretched out and smoothly curls around the head before bending back. The effect means that the hard edges of the head are surrounded by the soft curl of the hammered body and I thought that was a pleasing contrast- and I sort of adopted it as a symbol of how you can be soft on the outside, but still strong on the inside.
Favorite memory of the last year: It's been a heck of a year, hasn't it? Gosh, and time seems so fake, the days blur together. I spent a lot of time planning a Japanese fashion mixer for a small convention in my town. I wasn't able to spend much time there because of I'm high risk for Covid complications, but THANKFULLY the con chair made masks and vaccines a requirement so I was able to show up for some portions. I got to meet up with an art icon MINORI and purchse some of her artwork, which was wonderful. While I wasn't able to attend most of the mixer (since people were unmasked and eating) I skipped out to go eat some (awesome) Venezuelan food on a patio and dipped back in as things were winding down. People seemed to be having an amazing time and enjoyed the theme and decor I put together, which was really satisfying after putting so much hard work into it.
Favorite perfume or cologne: I don't usually wear the stuff? I have some bottles of like... fruity smelling bath and body works nonsense, but this is just never a thing I got into. I just smell things and go "yep, that's a smell. It smells like x!" but I don't really have opinions about them. Anyways, my go to body sprays are the like, mango or raspberry nonsense because i want to smell like a snow cone or cake, I guess.
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Hi!
Hi Tumblr, how are you doing?
I haven't used this social network in a while. With twitter possible dead, I'm trying to figure out the best place to share my art.
I've been here on Tumblr since 2012. (I think...) And after Yahoo bought the site I migrated to Twitter and here we are again. (Could billionaires stop screwing up social media?)
Well... despite the uncertain future, let me introduce myself.
Hey! I'm Juliana Körner and I'm trying to become an illustrator. You'll see it here (already seen it actually), fanarts (now I'm addicted to TOH) and original works
You may have noticed that English is not my first language. But I try. Hehehe
Let's see what happens.^^
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If "Too Toxic For Your Own Good" Was a Person
Liz Cambage is one of the most dominant centers in this generation of women's basketball. Dynamic player, with great business sense that negotiated her own contracts. Many placed in the same avenue as Shaquille O'neal. As great as her presence is on the court, her career has been controversial & toxic, for reasons that still have yet to be explained by her.
Here's a summary of the WNBA all-star's career:
-Initially refused to play for the team that drafted her, the Tulsa Shock. Then, she abandoned her team during her second season.
-Signed to a team in China for $400,000, which made her one of the world’s highest-paid women's basketball players, but complained about being poorly compensated and unable to meet her mortgage payments.
-Suspended for deliberately kneeing and injuring a WNBL opponent in 2017.
-Finally returned to the WNBA in 2018 with the Dallas Wings, but demanded a trade after just one season.
-Called Nigerian players “monkeys” and told them “go back to your third world country” before an Olympic warm-up game, despite being half-Nigerian herself. Then, she was caught on video elbowing and slapping Nigerian players.
-Many people, who were on the Liz bandwagon, including me, have become fed up with her. One of those individuals included Australian basketball coach, Andrew Gaze. Word is, he never has a bad word to say about anyone.
-Signed with the LA Sparks, saying she would never play anywhere else and that the Sparks supported her in ways the Australian team never did. Recently, she left the team, with chemistry issues reportedly arising between Cambage and her teammates. Two of those teammates are Nigerian and knew exactly what she did in that Olympic warmup game.
Things finally came to a head on July 24th of this year, when Liz was overheard complaining and gripping about the team's style of play before tip off against the Las Vegas Aces. Teammates overheard Cambage’s discontent, and they began force-feeding her the ball regardless of what play was supposed to be run, sources say from Yahoo Sports. You can tell it was mostly out of annoyance.
After the Sparks' 84-66 embarrassing blowout loss, Cambage rushed to the locker room to get dressed for an early exit out of the arena. She finished the game with 11 points and 5 boards. Prior to departing the locker room, she had a message for her teammates:
“I can’t do this anymore. Best of luck to you guys.”
Can someone tell me what the heck is wrong with this person?!
All of this sounds like bullying tactics, with a mixture of a victim's mentality and a conceited attitude that is bothersome as it is unnecessary, albeit her Instagram modeling career. Its bad enough that the WNBA is being hindered by a lack of leadership, delegation and accountability from not only the executives but coaching staff as well. Now, they have to deal with toxic behavior from a talented superstar that can give so much more if her attitude wasn't screwed up.
I know people want to give her the Shaq comparisons, but at this point, she's more of a Ben Simmons to me. Is this the end of the line for the most toxic player in women's basketball? Whatever the future holds, you're better than this, Liz. PLEASE DO BETTER!
That is all.
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