#skipper don't be so difficult | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

Celebrities use Tumblr as well.

#skipper don't be so difficult

ursadolls · 6 months

Text

@lunaoritur 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 : “did you miss me?” ( holds up luna for skipper )

UNPROMPTED

❝ DEFINE 'MISS'. --- ❞ Skipper's head snaps to the left . ❝ KOWAL--SKI-❞ He quickly remembered he didn't need to cease Kowalski's smarmy , know-it-all , flapping beak . He was on a solo mission , leaving the brainiac bird alone and in charge of Rico and Private , something Kowalski was more than thrilled with ... Note to self next time put Rico in charge - ah . Private ? 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 . 𝐅𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐒.

❝ No . ❞

#𓋼𓍊 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 / 𝐢𝐜 .#𓋼𓍊 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 / 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 .#☆ ˎˊ˗ 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 / 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 .#lunaoritur #skipper don't be so difficult #stubborn squarehead

4 notes · View notes

trulyhblue · 4 months

Note

write the niamh **** i dare you!!!!!!! never knew i was this down bad for her until she came out in the captains armband and i was like…there’s something about this, she is confident and she is hot and respectfully i shouldn’t say any more

Back To You

Niamh Charles x Aussie! Reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, massive praise kink, degradation, vibrator, thigh-riding, edging, breeding kink, angst, a bit of Man U hate, semi-public themes, coarse language.

A/N — the demand for Niamhy is finally here…. I honestly don't know what came over me. Bit long, hope you enjoy!

__________________

Time after time, you had watched your girlfriend get angry on the pitch.

You had seen her push and shove, swear and tackle. Niamh wasn't an extremely violent person by any means. She could be kind, gentle, loving, and full of empathy, and in most cases, she was. She wasn't always an intolerance on the field, usually keeping the pace instead of arguing and slowing it down. She was determined, you were technical. All relationships aside, the two of you blended well on the field.

But, Niamh was many things that you weren't.

You had joined Chelsea after progressing through the United Academy. You were born in Manchester and grew up playing football. The move down to London was difficult, but you made your WSL debut in the Blues jersey, and have stayed loyal to them ever since. Unlike many of your teammates, you were very shy. You’d much rather carry the ball down the field than give a shot at goal. You liked weaving in between the midfield and opening up opportunities for your teammates rather than pursuing something for yourself. There was a joke among the Football community that you were allergic to the penalty area because you tried to avoid it at all costs.

You were on the younger side of the team as well, meaning you had less experience than some of your friends. The girls were always there to lift you up and support you, but you managed to stay under the radar, behind the inevitable spotlight.

“Ready for today, Y/L/N?” Sam asked, pulling you out of your daze as you laced your boots. The news of your skipper tearing her ACL was fresh in your mind, but her presence in the room still comforting before a game like this.

Millie was opposite you, patting your knee a few times as she chuckled. “Gonna show those reds a masterclass today, aren't ‘ya?”

You blushed at that, staring down at your boots to avoid the bashful compliments you were receiving. You didn't start often, being classed as a constant sub instead. Today, you were starting. It only made you more anxious that it was against your parent club, one that you used to stay loyal to. One that United fans still ridicule you for leaving. You were an anxious person anyway, but a sold-out stadium and a phone full of social media only fueled your apprehension more.

Your teammates knew of this stress you placed on yourself, and what others placed on you. They had told you thousands of times that Chelsea was lucky to have you, but you constantly lacked the confidence to agree with them. You wanted to prove to everyone that you were capable of exceeding expectations.

“Piss off, you two.” You heard a familiar voice snap. “Leave her alone.”

You looked up to find your girlfriend grabbing your hand, pulling you up so she could wrap her arms across your shoulders. You engulfed her usual scent and sighed in contentment, hugging her back with your arms around her waist, your head against her chest.

You heard Sam scoff, the two women giggling to each other like school girls.

“Captain Niamhy to the rescue.” Your usual skipper teased, poking your side. You yelped, and Niamh sent a glare towards Millie. Sam wobbled closer to the two of you, laughing at the blush that painted your cheeks.

“C’mon, Mils. Let's leave these two love birds by themselves.” She chuckled. “Niamhy wants to show off the armband.”

“I’ll take your crutches, Kerr.” Niamh retorted, ignoring the two women as they sauntered off, placing her attention back on you.

You had left her wandering hands, turned towards your cubby, searching your bag for a hair brush. The anticipation of the game was continuously creeping up on you, and Niamh noticed your apprehension from a mile away.

Your breath hitched when you felt your girlfriend’s hands grip your waist, her front pushing up against your arse. Her voice was softer, raspier. Your bent figure made her bend down so that her mouth was level with your ear.

“You're going make me so proud today, aren't you, Baby?”Her tone sent a shiver down your body, her hot breath fanning down your neck. “‘Gonna show everyone how good you are for me?”

You nodded, feeling your throat close at your flustered state. Your face flushed an embarrassing shade of crimson when Niamh pushed you further into your cubby, moving one of her hands down to the inside of your thigh.

“You’ve got to use your words, yeah?” She muttered, maneuvering your arse so it aligned with her front. “I want to hear you on the field today, okay? Even if I'm on the other side. Understood?”

“Yes.” You muttered.

Niamh tutted. “Yes…?”

You felt all your composure start to fizzle down to your core. “Yes, Niamh.”

“Good.”

You were about to groan before Niamh pulled you upright, tightening her grip on your waist once more before leaving a chaste kiss on your forehead. You threw your head back and sighed, trying desperately to compose yourself before anyone questioned you.

You followed the team out onto the pitch, not realising that Niamh’s little stunt was to take your mind off the game. You moved through shaking everyone’s hands with ease, taking your position without a second glance towards anyone.

The whistle blew, and you were off.

Chelsea were determined to prove themselves after the poor efforts of the West Ham game. People were doubting the Blues after Sam’s injury and the girls all wanted everyone to know that they were serious contestants.

You were never predictable in the midfield, despite never really moving in and out of the middle very often. You found yourself creating as many chances as possible, crossing the ball into United’s half to the best of your ability.

The constant booing from United and cheers from Chelsea were a healthy, even mix, heightening the odds of the game as it progressed. You made as many breaks as you could before you felt the air in your lungs deflate when your body hit the floor.

You were slightly winded from the tackle, needing a moment to gather yourself before making the effort to get back up. Katie Zelem was the one stalking away from you, holding in a smug grin when some of the Chelsea girls threw their hands up in contention — your girlfriend included.

You shook the exchange off, hoping Zelem thought you weren't fazed by the late challenge. The crowd spurred the game into a further frenzy, coercing both sides to exacerbate their emotions.

You strained your neck from side to side, picking up the ball that had rolled away and getting ready for your free kick. Fortunately, the penalty was within United’s half, so naturally, Chelsea banked up near the goal, waiting as you began to run. You watched as the ball was sent over the top of most of the players in the direction of Lauren near the goalpost. With a flick of her head, the girl sent the ball hurling past Mary Earps’ head, speeding over to you in celebration as the United fans were up in arms at the assist you just had.

The team surrounded the two of you, hugging each other before making the swift return back to your position. Millie and Guro made a show of patting your head. Lauren shook your shoulders while Erin jumped up and down. You searched the group for Niamh, but frowned when your girlfriend was on the other side of the field.

“What is she doing?” You asked to no one in particular, staring down Niamh as she spoke with the Ref and Zelem.

Erin shrugged, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “Who cares? All you need to worry about is doing more of what you just did.”

You chuckled at the Scottish woman, using your hand to propel her away playfully. Both sides took their positions, ready to start over. United started with the ball, passing back to their defensive line before weaving it forward.

You weren't too pleased with the style of aggression that both teams were playing with, wishing that you’d walk away with a clean win and sheet. You knew from playing with most of the Manchester girls that they were taught to fight back with twice as much wrath if they were placed into a compromised position like this. Millie Turner was marking you non-stop, and Maya metres away from you at all times. You struggled to keep the ball by your feet without someone coming up behind you and snaking away quicker than it arrived. You were growing more and more irritated as the game progressed, causing you to make stupid mistakes and overthink.

Hayley Ladds sent a shot through Hannah’s hands leading into halftime. Lucia Garcia was holding onto your shirt, yanking it back in an effort to stop you from defending. You watched the Manchester girls crowd each other like your team had done at the start of the game.

You had half a mind to stomp over to the group and pull them apart, but as you looked around, you realised the rest of your team wanted to do the same. The continuous physicality of the Reds was not something you were used to. Chelsea had been dominating the league for the most part — this was not something you were expecting.

The halftime whistle blew, calling the game to a temporary halt as both teams made their way to the changing rooms.

You marched over to Hannah, patting her on the back before retrieving the ball. The girls watched you run back to the middle of the field, placing the ball in its starting position and running back. You could hear the fans screaming as your studs hit the concrete floor, yet you kept your head down to drown out your internal disappointment.

On the rare occasion that you did start, you tried your absolute hardest to keep the ball rolling. You were determined to show people that you weren't just a sub, that you were a valuable asset to the team that deserved to be a part of the starting eleven each week. Back home, you played almost every game during the World Cup with the Matildas. When Steph wasn’t Captain, it was either you or Caitlin. When Sam came back, people found out why Chelsea was lucky to have the two of you. You grew up playing alongside your Aussie teammates, so it was no wonder you moulded so well with them.

You just couldn't understand why you couldn't apply yourself here.

You were about to walk into the Changing Rooms when you heard someone call you out from behind. You turned, finding Katie Zelem walking towards you.

“Can't handle a tackle, can you?” She quipped, watching you remove your shin pads from under your socks. “Even Charles thinks so.”

“You're real cocky for fourth on the table.” You retorted, crossing your arms over your chest. “See you in the second half.”

Zelem stepped forward, scoffing. “Thats if you're not subbed off.”

You shrugged, sliding behind the door and slamming it in response. You knew Katie was saying it in the heat of the moment, but it irked you all the same. Off the pitch, you would apologise and probably trade shirts or something. Now, all you were thinking about was staying on that pitch.

The break went by fast, and you hadn't talked to anyone except for Zelem during that short time.

Guro asked if you were alright, but you shook her off. Niamh had caught onto your mood and figured it best to let you internalise what you were feeling.

Walking back onto the pitch with this newfound persistence meant for a different game. You came on wanting this win more than anyone. Despite the contrary belief of fans, people on the internet, Zelem and anyone else, you wanted to prove this to yourself.

The whistle blew, and you sprinted across towards as an attacking mid. You held out your hand when Guro got hold of the ball, darting down the wing near the edge of the field. Soon enough, the ball fell to your feet. You were expecting the cross to be quick in your feat past Toone and Garcia, moving diligently through their backline for the first time that game.

It seemed that both teams were surprised at your spur of movement. No one was used to seeing you near the goals, now all of a sudden you were on your way to scoring one. You heard Lauren beside you in the penalty box, calling for a pass, but you felt your knees give out when unknown studs hit the back of your shin. The decision of a penalty sending everyone to their feet in either disarray or ecstasy. Everyone expected you to cry out in pain when the whistle blew for contact, but you sprawled back onto your feet in a heartbeat, shoving Katie’s shoulder with so much force it nearly sent her toppling backward.

“What's wrong?” Zelem asked, swiping her shirt in order to rid the mud that had tracked her jersey. “Why the grumpy face?”

“You’re an absolute ride-off, you know that?” You spoke, keeping your eyes focused on her.

“I'm not the one always falling—”

“Oh, fuck off, Zelem!” You snapped, loud enough for the Ref to hear, as you sent another potent push towards the United Captain. A yellow was shown to both of you, leaving Katie to storm off and you to contest the card as soon as it was given.

You were about to give the woman a mouthful when someone came up behind you, grabbing the fabric of your jersey and pulling it into their waist.

You looked up to find Niamh making sure you didn't gain a red, moving you away from the scene with a knot between her eyebrows.

“Did you see her knock her over?” Niamh asked the ref, who was shaking her head at you. “She's been on her the entire game. It's been contacted, late challenges the entire time.”

The ref gave your skipper a warning look, enough for both of you to step away. “You’ve been given the penalty.” She simply put it, motioning for the shot to be taken.

You managed to leave Niamh’s grasp, leaning your hands on your hips as you waited for Guro, who was standing not far from you, to take the shot.

“What are you waiting for?” She called out. “You take it.”

It wasn't much of a shock considering you were the signified penalty taker for your National Team, but Guro’s decision still surprised you nonetheless. You found Niamh beside you still, looking at you up and down with a concealed smirk. You were undoubtedly dirty from the amount of time you spent on the floor, your hair slightly chaotic with strands falling from your face. Your cheeks were tinged a stingy red from the demand of the game, and beads of sweat framed your face.

Your appearance reminded Niamh too much of something else, causing her mind to reel at the thoughts of you lying beneath her. There was someone about you today that sent her into a frenzy. Between the two of you, it was usually Niamh who got herself in trouble with the Refs. You weren't ever the one to contest a card — even when you only had a handful — and instead you’d be the one pulling Niamh away from doing just that.

The reversed roles spurred something within the Captain as she watched her girlfriend line herself up to take the Penalty. You were searching the box for somewhere to slot it into, knowing Earps was ready to defend like her life depended on it.

The stadium went into an eerie silence as you heard the whistle mark your turn. You felt the wind propel you forward, using all your might to kick the ball as hard as you could. Watching anxiously, teething in slow motion, you felt your legs carry you across the pitch, cheering when the ball crashed against the back of the net.

Teammates were on your back instantly, hurling you to the floor, screaming amongst the fans. They shook you, congratulating you, the feeling like you had just scored your first-ever goal resurfacing. You clambered up to face the crowd, smiling as a wave of blue rose to their feet.

The game ended with Chelsea fans swarming the tunnel, fans reaching their hands down so they’d meet yours. The short circuit around the pitch was full of euphoria. Everyone was reeling at the game, and compliments were showering at the sight of your Player Of the Match award.

“Yeah, the Aussie!” Sam shouted, meeting you in the Changing Rooms with a bone-crushing hug. You laughed at the woman’s energy, letting her sway you back and forth before lifting the trophy up into the air.

Following Sam’s mischief, Millie’s arms snaked around your waist, lifting you up on the spot. “Look at you go, Missy! Making us proud today, aren't ‘ya?”

“Wasn't all me.” You mumbled, cheeks fragmented with a prominent blush as your teammates scoffed and ridiculed your modesty from around the room. To say they were proud was an understatement. Half of them had already posted for social media, Sam letting everyone know that you were a Matilda with a of you with your national flag wrapped across your shoulders and the Player of The Match Trophy, with the caption ‘a smashing Tillie’ on her story.

“I remember your first goal for Australia,” Sam said, pretending to wipe tears from her eyes. You huffed, shoving her slightly.

“That was years ago, Kerr.”

Sam sighed, shaking her head. “I remember it like it was yesterday.”

Your shower was a nice treat for your teething muscles, your sweats and Niamh’s jumper keeping you warm as you packed your bag and waited for Niamh to finish her media duties.

Once you saw her leaving one of the reporter’s sides, you noticed the dark tinge behind her eyes when she met yours. The smirk that aligned her face on the pitch carried itself to now, making its way across her face as she trampled over to where you stood.

Wrapping her arms around your shoulders, shovelling your head into her chest, she groaned, breathing in the scent of your freshly washed as dried hair.

“Ready to go?” you asked, hoping your girlfriend was just as eager to get back to your shared apartment as you were.

“You did so well today, baby.”

You watched Niamh break away from your shared contact, looking at her jumper hugging the curves of your figure, making it known that she’d much rather see you without it instead.

“Want to show you how proud I am.”

She threaded her fingers across the hem of your jumper, tucking her hand underneath the waistband of your trackpants, and toying with the elastic. Your breath hitched at the cold that pricked your skin, hoping Niamh was too preoccupied with her antics to notice the ache between your thighs.

“Niamhy.” You whispered, looking down at the pavement, waiting for your girlfriend to unhook her lingering hands.

“What do you want me to do, Baby? Want me to show everyone here how good you are?”

“Niamh, I—”

“Good girls get rewards, y’know?” Niamh pulled you closer, her hand moving out of your pants and over your arse, giving it a small squeeze before using her arms to lead you towards the car. “Bet you’d enjoy me fucking you for everyone to see. Show everyone who’s slut you are.”

You couldn't reply. If you did, it wouldn't be coherent. You were silent the whole way home, save for the sacred whimper that fell from your lips when Niamh’s hand squeezed your thigh, the distance of her fingers growing closer to where you needed her in each growing second. You could feel the radiation of desire emitting through the car all the way home. You were itching to feel some kind of relief, especially after the stunt your girlfriend had pulled before the game.

You forgot all about Niamh’s actions throughout the game, only remembering it when the waves of arousal moved down to your core. All you could think about was the way Niamh’s fingers ghosted your clit, teasing you with soft patterns across your legs.

When you arrived home, both of you pretty much bolted inside, dropping your bags onto the floor, only just making it to the bed when your lips met hers in an endeavoured embrace.

You let a moan leave your lips when Niamh pushed you onto the bed, crawling on top of you to swallow your unseemly noises with her tongue. The air in the room was thick as you lifted your hips, attempting to grind against her hips for some well-needed friction.

“So desperate, aren't we?” Niamh tutted, holding herself up with her arms to watch your neediness from afar. She licked her lips at the sight of you writhing beneath her. Your thighs clenched together, rubbing together in despairing need. Much to your dismay, Niamh pulled your knees apart, holding them to the bed with her own legs and a potent smile.

“Niamhy, please.” You whined, the lack of touch sending you into a new dimension of misery. Niamh crained her lips to meet your neck, finding solace in your moans when her lips found your sweet spot. She sucked and licked, rolling her tongue around the growing hickey. She held your legs open, leaving no room for friction. Your head faced the ceiling, your eyes clasped shut as you sighed at the hot marks left all over your neck. With your arms, you threaded Niamh’s hair through your hands, pushing her head deeper into your neck, bringing it down near your breasts.

“Good girls use their words, don't they?” Your girlfriend asked, peeling away from your body, leaving a cold absence behind.

You audibly moaned at the loss of contact. “I've already been a good girl. Been so good, and you said I’d get a reward.”

“Been so good for me, haven't you Babygirl?” Niamh smirked, her lips shadowing your ear, teeth nibbling the skin. “Such a good girl for scoring, aren't you? But maybe I should've bent you over during the game. Show everyone what you deserve. To have you bent over and wet for me.”

“Yes, so wet for you.” You replied, squirming as you felt your core drip with arousal. “Just want you so bad, Niamh.”

“Bet you do.” You felt one of her fingers inch up your jumper, letting the cool air nip your skin. You arched your back, feeling a wave of pleasure overcome you when Niamh’s hand met your breast. “Always wanting me to fuck you senseless like you're mine.”

She fondled it slowly, flicking your nipple in between her fingers, watching your eyes roll back when she pushed down on your cleavage. “Such a good slut for me though. So ready for me always. Are you ready for me now?”

Your head seeped into the pillow, the feeling of your breasts being attended to sending you into ecstasy. “Oh— yes, Niamh. Please, so ready for you. Want you inside me so bad.”

“Let me take this off first,” Niamh muttered, stripping off your jumper hastily, groaning at the sight of your chest on full display. You moaned and wiggled at the air hitting your nipples, making them harden for Niamh’s sole exhibition. Without hesitation, she took one of your nipples into her mouth, sucking harshly, nibbling slightly, leaving dark, heavy marks across both your breasts. Her hands groped both of them, moving them to her liking and rubbing them back and forth at varying paces. You writhed beneath her, your cheeks aflame at the sight of the marks littering your chest.

“Marking me up so good, baby.” You sighed, hoping the praise would speed up the process. “Wanna be your good girl so bad, Niamh.”

“So perfect for me.” She mumbled, her speech impaired as she was too busy marking you to lean up. “Taking me so well, aren't you? Is that what you want? You want me to fill you up? Make you so full of cum?”

Your instant agreeance made the girl chuckle. “Want you to fill me up. Wanna make my captain proud, Niamhy. Want you so bad.”

When hearing those words fall from your mouth, Niamh couldn't help but moan. She didn't know you had been turned on by her captaincy. If she had known prior, she would've brought the fucking armband home with her. She wouldn't fucked you multiple times with the band stuffed in your mouth, around her arm, or anywhere that remotely turned you on. She would've been lying if she hadn't found your unknown kink arousing, for the thriving want of tasting you grew as your sweet nothings filled the air.

Niamh pulled her head down, kissing down your abdomen and torso, looking back once more at the mess she had made over your chest before kneading your hips for some sense of relief.

“You've made me so proud, Baby.” She found the waistband of your pants once more, this time, taking her time to find the strength to pull them down. “But rewards can vary, remember? Sometimes, good girls get to choose what they want when they've made their captain proud.”

“Just want you, Niamh.” You whined, crying out when you lifted your hips for what felt like the hundredth time, only to meet nothing.

Your girlfriend hummed, inching down your pants, hoping you’d make your decision more sufficiently than that. “I'm afraid you're gonna have to be more specific than that, my love. Good girls who get to choose their rewards have to use their words.”

When you didn't immediately reply, Niamh shook her head, looking towards the draw that sat by your bedside table. “I thought you said you were my good girl?”

“I am! Just want you, though.”

Niamh knew when you got like this, you just wanted to be told what to do. You were always the quieter one in every situation, introverted and kept to your own. In many ways, Niamh liked that about you. Your outgoing person today against United was something she could get used to. But she wanted to make you feel more comfortable in speaking your truth. She wanted you to know that your decision was valued among discussions. She was not sure how to implement this into everyday life just yet, but she found that during sex, even if Niamh was dominating the exchange — which nine times out of ten she was — she wanted you to have autonomy over what you did.

This was just one example among many, and when you didn't comply, she’d have different methods to get you speaking.

She waited an extra moment just in case you changed your mind before leaning towards the table and searching for something in particular.

You were so subbed out that you didn't even notice the noise until you felt Niamh pull you upright, pulling you up to stand in front of the bed while she peeled off her top, leaving her in a sports bra and training shorts.

When you noticed what she held in her hands, you groaned. “Niamhy—”

“Shut up and listen.” She ordered, her firmness overpowering the contrasted softness she once held before. You straightened up, rubbing your legs together and moaning at the basic sense of relief that flooded down to your clit.

“Take off your pants. Keep your underwear on.”

You made no argument in that, taking no time in chucking your pants in the opposite direction, leaving your tarnished, drenched underwear on show.

“Come here.” Niamh stretched her legs out and beckoned you over. “Don't sit but hover.”

You did as you were told, not entirely wanting to act like a brat after you've just been promised a reward. Your legs ached from the game and from waiting for some kind of relief, shaking ever so slightly as you waited over Niamh’s leg for further instruction.

“Here’s what's going to happen,” You felt your cheeks darken at your girlfriend's firm tone, biting your lips and watching the woman play with the vibrator in her hand.“Since you expect me to do all the work and make all the decisions, you've landed yourself here.” You nodded intently, not exactly sure where this was heading. “You've got to realise that you need to tell me what you want to do sometimes, okay? It's not always about what I want to do. You've got to want it to. Do you understand?”

Even with the sternness of her tone, her underlying motives were precious. You nodded again, your legs growing even more sore as your thighs flexed at the stretch over Niamh.

“Yes, Niamh. I promise I do.”

Your girlfriend inevitably noticed your ache but chose to continue on her rant, knowing that you knew you weren't going to go to sleep tonight unsatisfied.

“You’ll get your reward after this,” With a flick of a switch, you heard the vibrator sound from beneath where you hovered. “You're going to get off on my thigh and the vibrator without my help. All I'm going to do is watch you.”

You let out a guttural moan when Niamh placed the toy against your thigh, looking at her with the utmost displeasure when she chose to put it there instead of your clit.

“You get to come,” Niamh grabbed both of your hips, squeezing them and making sure they were up and away from any friction. “But only when you to tell me two ways you want me to fuck you tonight.”

Your jaw slightly dropped at that. You were never the one to say anything incredibly vulgar, always alluding to what you wanted through noises and actions. Niamh always got slightly annoyed when you weren't confident in what you wanted, especially after your climax when she’d cuddle up beside you and rid of all the juices that leaked from your core. Niamh knew how to please you better than anyone else could, and she knew that you knew that. In fact, she took great pride in knowing that you trusted her to get you off without needing to tell her. But it was a long time coming. You knew that Niamh wanted you to speak your truth, not just in the bedroom but everywhere. You didn't want to stand out or say something not worthwhile. You were quite content with staying under the radar.

But despite this, Niamh waited for your approval of the idea, only turning up the vibrator and placing her hands behind her head when you spoke audible clearance.

You lowered yourself onto Niamh’s thigh as soon as possible, reeling your head backwards when the vibrations made their way into your core. Your girlfriend groaned st the sight of you rubbing your heat against her, finding it difficult not to grab you and fuck you right then and there. She watched you roll your hips back and forth, letting you use the headboard for you to balance yourself with extra support. It took you a while to find a rhythm, only consistent in your movements when some of the fabric of your underwear rubbed up against your clit, making you moan out at the contact of your swollen nub. Niamh saw the vibrator appear in and out of your humps, finding herself staring at the gleaming patch of arousal coating her thigh. The toy buzzes against your thigh, aiding you in your endeavours to get off.

The flustered state and external shyness in what you were meant to say daunted you as you felt your climax approaching.

You refused to look at Niamh in hopes that she would forget about her orders and watch you cum all over her instead.

The fabric against your clit rubbed itself back and forth diligently to the extent that the combination of the vibrator, and the slick made your breathing uneven and the coil in your stomach build to higher distances. You felt your tits move as you kneaded one and pitched the other nipple, closing your eyes and imagining Niamh.

You let out a pornographic moan, euphoria almost washing over you when your core clenched around nothing and started to release. You were about to finally feel a sense of relief when hands found your hips, lifting you away from any friction whatsoever as the vibrator was switched off.

“I can do this all night, y’know.” You heard her say, scoffing when you pouted. “I know how to get off on my own. I've got the videos of you cumming all over my face to prove it.”

“I was so close.”

“You could be so close every single time,” Niamh took the vibrator away, wiping the creamy liquid that coated the toy. “But if you do it again, I’ll edge you all night until you're overstimulated and forget everything except my name. You’ll be begging to cum and you won't even think about cumming for the next month.”

“Niamh, that’s—”

She cut you off with a sudden buzz directly on your clit. Your eyes widened at the vibrator next to your nub, moaning and crying out at the instant pleasure that fell over you. Your core was already sensitive to the teasing and edging, so your senses were heightened at the feeling. You knew Niamh wasn't bluffing, and you knew you wouldn't be able to get away with this.

She slipped off your underwear, letting the air reach your swollen clit.

“You're going to hump my thigh with this vibrator inside of you and tell me how you want me to fuck you.” She started. “Or, every night, I tie you up and make you watch me fuck myself to videos of you for the next month.”

She lowered you back onto her thigh, smirking when you whined at the vibrator pushing its tip inside of you. The toy wasn't able to fit wholly inside of you, only having to latch onto your clit and slightly inside your hole for it to work its magic. It made you crave for Niamh’s finger to fill you up and push your prior orgasms into you. You wanted her to fill you up with her strap and fuck you into ecstasy while you screamed out her name over and over again. You remembered many nights when Niamh would coat her strap with her own cum and fuck it into you. Her phone would be propped up somewhere, showcasing the juices forced up your hole. Niamh has a photo of you doing absolutely anything.

“Niamhy, want you— want you to—”

“Tell me, sweetheart, what do you want?”

When she was away for National Camps, and you couldn't Facetime due to the time difference, you sent her a video of you fingering yourself while whining about how much you missed her fingers.

“Want you to fill me— with your fingers-”

“Gonna make sure you're full of me, baby.”

She had a video of you getting yourself off with her watching. She had photos of you in all types of positions. She had an album of you screaming her name, calling her everything under the sun, cause she told you to and you always complied.

“Your mouth— your strap, Niamhy, want your dick inside me so bad.”

“Pound into until you're subbed out, am I?”

You remember watching a video of you riding her strap with her England Jersey on, bouncing up and down on the toy with your tits bobbing in front of the camera.

“Want to ride you like now. Eat me— eat me out, Niamhy, baby.”

“Fuck, baby, say my name.”

You knew that if you didn't comply, Niamh had plenty of things to keep her occupied.

The vibrator rolled inside of you, sending your back arching and heat throbbing. “Niamh, baby, I’m— fuck! I'm so close!”

Niamh was flushed, encaptured by the visual show of your tits and the way you bounced on her thigh so that the vibrator would dig its way into your core.

“Come for me, baby.” She spoke, jolting her knee so that the pressure in between your thighs would double.

You screamed, letting out the loudest of moans, as you felt your come coat the vibrator entirely, leaking all over Niamh’s thigh and yours.

“Such a good girl for me, aren't you gorgeous.” Niamh’s voice was raspy and hoarse. “Ride it out for me, baby. Yeah— just like that.” Her grip on your hips sent your orgasm out as she moved your hips back and forth until it was too much.

You moved to the side, collapsing so that your back was against the bed.

Niamh climbed on top of you, a devilish, content smirk lining her lips.

“We’re not done yet, love.”

You whined, but internally, you were excited for the night you were about to have.

_______________________

A/N — oh my god.

734 notes · View notes

crossroadsserpent · 10 months

Note

I’d literally marry you if you’d please write some human kowalski boyfriend headcanons. Penguins fans are so content starved it’s not funny 🙏

Human Kowalski boyfriend headcanons coming righ up! I'll admit it took me a little to come up with some good ones but I think I did pretty good!

Human! Kowalski dating headcanons.

(Gender neutral pronouns used for the reader.)

~~~~~~~

I always feel like I should give them full names so Kowalski's first name in Johnathan.

(Also I kinda see human Kowalski looking like Corey Michael Smith, especially when he's the riddler in Gotham.)

Kowalski is definitely a little autistic so he tends to hyperfixate on his work. You'll have to pull him away from his work if you want him to eat or rest.

Kowalski had been sitting at his desk all day, working tirelessly on whatever it was he was doing for his job (he'd explained it to you at one point but it was all technical talk.) You came up behind him, gently draping your arms over his shoulders, planting a kiss on his temple. "Johnny, why don't you take a break and eat something? you haven't moved for hours."

A soft smile spread across Kowalski's face and he sat the papers he'd been reading down, removing his glasses. "Alright, love, I guess you're right. Do you want me to make you dinner?"

You chuckle softly. This man never stops working.

His love languages are gift giving, acts of service, and quality time, his gifts are always extremely thoughtful as well as useful. (His first gift to you was a can of military grade mace incase he wasn't there to protect you.)

Kowalski had tried to keep you away from his work but unfortunately that worked out as well as you'd expect. In the end he and Skipper had to train you in self defense.

Kowalski is a really good cook, and I mean REALLY good. You have a specific meal you haven't had since you were a child? This man will make it for you! You wake up at 3am craving a certain food? He will get up out of bed and make it for you. (Seriously, this man loves you so damn much.)

You stirred slightly, opening your eyes tiredly. Kowalski's arms were wrapped around your torso, hugging you close to his chest. Your stomach was ehat woke you up, growling loudly, causing you to let out an annoyed groan. Your groan woke your boyfriend, causing him to pull you closer. "What's wrong, lovely?" He asked, still extremely groggy. You shake your head slightly "Nothing, Johnny, go back to sleep." That wasn't enough for him though. He sat up slightly, looking down at you, the moon light coming in from the window illuminating you both in a dull glow. You let out a soft sigh "I'm just a little hungry." You admit. Kowalski let out a breathy chuckle "well let me go make you something then."

He loves explaining to you what he'd doing while he works. Especially if you sit beside him (or on his lap) while he talks. You may not understand any of what he's talking about, but you could listen to him talk for hours.

Kowalski is very romantic!.... in his own ways haha. He doesn't quite understand why anyone would want a bouquet of flowers that will wilt and die or going to expensive restaurants. Those those things jus don't seem very nice to him.

That's not saying he doesn't like going out! He just likes going to places where he can actually relax and let loose. He loves going to fairs and seeing movies. Getting ice cream (or any quick snack you'd like) and walking through the park is something you two do very often. (He really likes to feed the ducks at the pond.)

Fair warning, this man is very clingy! Kowalski needs to have his arms around you almost all the time (even when you're sleeping, which makes is very difficult if you need to get up to pee in the night.)

This man will read to you if you want! If you ask he'll get a little embarrassed but will happily oblige. Though he doesn't understand why you would want to listen to his voice for that long.

Kowalski LIVES for praise, compliments, and validation! Call him handsome and he'll deny it but his face will be bright red.

"You know, you're very handsome." You say, eyes trained on your boyfriend as he worked. Kowalski paused, glancing over at you "I think you need your eyes checked, lovely." He denied the compliment, though you could see his face flushing a bright red.

~~~~~~~~

I'll add more little blurbs under each Headcanon (and more headcanons) as I think of them but I hope you enjoy what I have so far! I'd also like to add the Penguins proposing to their partners and what rings they'd choose. Hopefully this will be the start of me writing more headcanons and oneshots!

#penguins of madagascar #kowalski #skipper #private #rico #headcanons #penguins of madagascar headcanons

16 notes · View notes

tigerballoons · 1 year

Text

Scene: a yacht is anchored in a secluded bay on a Greek island. It's the early 1960s. As the camera pans in, you see there are two middle aged blond men sitting in the cockpit. The deck boards are up, revealing the engine, and there are various tools strewn about. A third man, with chestnut hair, is passing cups of tea out to them from the cabin. There is a general air that a difficult bit of work has been done and they are taking a well-deserved break before finishing things off.

"I've always wondered where you learned mechanics," Laurie commented, handing the cup over.

Rob glanced at him. "You've never been on board a submarine. It's one of the entry requirements to know how all the pipes and valves work, and how to apply basic first aid while you wait for the real engineers to show up."

"It's true, they're horribly complicated," Jonathan added from further inside the cabin, "I've visited quite a few, not that I saw much beyond the wardroom. You need an advanced degree just to go to the toilet. They tried to show me once and I decided 'it's ok, I can wait!'" He sipped his tea before adding, "Of course, we were only ever alongside at the time."

"You were inviting him to parties then?" Ralph smiled, leaving back against the gunwale.

"Oh no, I was only First Lieutenant at the time."

"I assume that made you the president of the wardroom?"

"Yes, but ultimately the skipper has control of who's allowed on board." Ralph opened his mouth to respond, but Rob hadn't finished. "It was very awkward, he had no space to host things himself. I suppose technically I could have told him to take his parties elsewhere... Not that I would have banned Reverend Lawrence from joing us."

"I should hope not!" Jonathan said, before adding more thoughtfully, "I don't think I was actually ever on board Sword."

"Poor old thing," Rob murmured.

Ralph glanced at him as Laurie, out of sight, asked innocently "What happened?" His remark was addressed to Jonathan but it was Rob, outside, who responded first

"I don't know if that was ever properly determined. It seems likely we hit a mine and it didn't go off fully. Defective or something." In the short pause, Laurie's face had the stricken look of someone who knows they've put their foot in it. No one noticed. The other two were watching Rob.

His eyes had taken on a distant look. He brought his cup up as thought to take a sip but instead continued, still staring into the horizon and the past, "What I know for certain is I was sat in the wardroom finishing a report when there was an almighty bang. By the time I'd made it to the doorway there was water flooding up the passageway ankle deep. It was clear there wasn't a future in fighting it, so I started herding everyone I could find into the fore-ends." Another brief silence descended. From his seat just inside the door Laurie couldn't see Rob's face and was watching Jonathan's. From his rapt attention it was obvious he'd never heard any of this before.

"You get drilled and drilled in how to escape, but you always hope you'll never need it. Luckily I'd come off watch about half an hour beforehand and had a pretty decent idea where we were." This time, the pause seemed final. Jonathan slowly closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

Outside, Ralph said quietly, "You were very lucky."

"Yes. Yes, we were." Rob shook himself and seemed to return to the present. "Right. Well. This engine won't put itself back together." He downed the last of his tea, putting the cup to one side. The practical manner his friends were familiar with had returned.

"No, they don't in my experience," Ralph replied, reaching for the same tone. Laurie leaned through the doorway almost sheepishly to take the empty cups.

#i wrote a thing #it's a christmas miracle #submarine boys ww2 au #rob stanton #jonathan lawrence #also some randos i nicked from somewhere can't remember where #hms sword not to be confused with hms swordfish who was a real ww2 submarine #i just needed a name for the fictional one #ralph lanyon #laurie odell #embi writes?

12 notes · View notes

pheita · 9 months

Note

Happy STS! If, for some reason, you had to change the POV and tense that your story is written in, which would you change it to and why?

Happy STS writernopal,

well, I suck at writing in present tense so POV change is the only option here lol

Ironically, with Blood Night I am doing it right now and changed it from Sojan as single POV character to Lyran and Arritit in the AU beginning where I also mix up some encounters in the beginning.

If I had to change the POV for the real WIP I would go for Lyran because he was there from the start pretty much, only misses a little bit of what isn't crucial to the overall plot. It would basically mean a different first chapter and the rest from Lyran's POV

For Always Prepared, it might be trickier. Since Nesryn switches from her world to another one and the first chapter is about her being in her world and waking up in the other thinking someone kidnapped her and threw her out somewhere in the woods, it would be difficult to get the same impact with a POV change.

During the edits, I just added multiple POVs because some things wouldn't make sense otherwise for the reader without me seriously overwriting it.

The only POV I can think off that would make sense and still gives the reader every information they need would be Lorkin, one of the magic guards sent to protect her who caught some feelings for Nesryn over the time

For Sea of Memories, Sea of Chances, I think the only logical option for a POV change would be Maurice, Killian's skipper because it is clear throughout the whole story the skipper knows something Kilian and Becca don't.

#writblr #writing #storyteller saturday #pheita answers

2 notes · View notes

nnfrerking · 1 year

Text

The Garden of Showerheads

(I got the following story from a video my missing friend, Nate Fredrickson, recorded. I don't know if he told the truth here. The family has talked to the neighbor and she claims she didn't talk to him that day.

I've decided to post my transcription of the video online to see if anyone can help with the search. If any of the people reading this notice anything strange in what Nate said or have any other information, please let me know.)

Nate: I'm making this recording so that my friends and family members know what happened to me. I admit, after I did what I did, I at least deserved a good scare from my neighbor. However, I DON'T deserve what I believe will happen soon.

I've tried pleading, reasoning, and screaming my apologies to my neighbor and I've gotten no response except the sounds of things breaking on the first floor of my home. I assume there's a search going on. Perhaps my neighbor only feels wrathful at this point. If so, this won't stop until I'm found. When that happens, I may die.

If my neighbor didn't have that garden of showerheads, maybe I would've avoided all this. To clarify, when I use the term "showerheads", I'm not talking about a flower breed. My neighbor has literal showerheads, like the kind you find in a shower, all over her front and back yards. Somehow and for some reason, she found dozens of these, painted them in different colors, stuck fake leaves to them, and stuck them in her garden beds.

Most of my neighbors found this art project bizarre but harmless. I agreed with them. Ask them and they'll tell you as much. I didn't mean what I said at all.

Yesterday had just, well, got me right in the ass, to put it bluntly. I had to go to the vet to put my dog, Skipper, down. I felt like absolute garbage last night and couldn't get to sleep. Today, I wanted to do nothing but bum out, play video games, and eat delivery pizza. However, I must have stepped on a Bible or something, because God decided to send my neighbor over.

A few minutes after I demolished the King of One Thousand Swords boss, she rang the bell. I would have ignored it, but I had already ordered the pizza.

So now on top of my raging grief, I also had the mild disappointment of seeing my neighbor standing there instead of the pizza delivery guy. She had a nice smile that shone through her wrinkles and wore a cute flowery blouse, but that didn't help my mood. Still, I managed to talk politely when I asked her what she wanted.

She told me what happened last night first. A windstorm had come by last night while I was emotionally preoccupied. The wind had caused some of her showerheads to fall over. She had gone to pick them up, but her arthritis-ridden back refused to let her bend over that day. She believed that the "nice young man" next door could help her pick them back up. I would even get paid twenty dollars for that small task.

It would have taken me ten minutes, but I just couldn't do anything that day. Yet, I didn't want to seem like an asshole. I think this inner conflict sent my emotions over the edge and I said what I shouldn't have said.

"Why would I want to help you with your stupid art project?"

I regretted the words immediately after they came out of my mouth. My neighbor's expression stretched with shock and then it scrunched up with anger. My already tense muscles became tenser.

"I'm sorry," I said. "Yesterday was difficult. My dog died and…"

"Oh, so that gives you the right to be an asshole to everyone," my neighbor snapped.

"Well, yanno, I'm grieving right now. I can't control myself all that well. Surely you can understand…"

"Clearly!"

She grabbed the knob and slammed the door in my face. I stood there for a few moments. Then I turned around, trudged back toward my couch, picked the controller up, and sat down. Only then did I realize I had lost the urge to play video games. I just wanted to sleep.

I set the controller down on the coffee table, didn't bother to turn the game off, and let myself fall onto the couch cushion. A few moments after I pulled my legs up and stretched them out, I fell asleep.

Thwack! Thwack!

I awoke to these sounds at my window. I lifted my head until I could see it. A single pink showerhead covered in fake leaves floated there on the other side of the glass. I started chuckling. I stopped when I realized who could be under that showerhead and what she probably wanted.

"Is that you, Ms…Ms…" I had forgotten my neighbor's name. "Um, is that you Ms. Neighbor? There's, uh, no need for violence. I meant what I said. About what I said, I mean. I mean, my apology was sincere."

I rolled off the sofa and planted my feet on the ground. I crept over to the window as my neighbor continued to bang the showerhead against the window. The glass refused to break. I smirked and relaxed a little.

"You probably won't break that. That window has tempered glass on it. It's also double-paned." I stopped about a foot away from the window. "Look, just put that thing away, Ms. Neighbor. Let's talk about this like reasonable people."

The showerhead stopped moving for a few moments. Then it began shaking.

"Oh…you…you don't need to feel afraid." I leaned over the window sill so I could look into my neighbor's eyes. "I just want to–"

A long pink tube sat by itself on the ground. It shook at the same rate as that pink showerhead. With my eyes, I followed the tube back up to the showerhead. I gasped. The metal on the showerhead had started to budge in places. These bulges moved chaotically. I froze, feeling both fascinated and terrified by the sight.

In no time at all, the bulges split open and more showerheads, complete with fake leaves, emerged. These then became nearly twice the size of the original showerhead in just a few moments.

After about a dozen showerheads emerged and grew, the glass smacking continued with more force. This entire showerhead tree threw itself against the glass with shocking speed and strength. The frame shook. I broke out of my shock and backed up before turning around and sprinting up the stairs. The moment I slammed the bedroom door, I heard the glass shatter below.

So that's what happened and why I'm here. I said something bad to my neighbor and, even though I apologized, she…uh…sent this showerhead monster after me. Heh. It's kinda funny, in a way. I would be laughing if I wasn't so terrified.

…

I love you all and I'm sorry that I put you through this. I won't make you watch what's gonna happen next.

(A week has passed and we've yet to find Nate. I want to believe he just decided to go away for some time, but I don't think that's the case. We will continue trying. Thanks in advance to anyone who tries to help.)

#horror #creepypasta #horror short #short story #horror story #story writing #horror genre #horror art

7 notes · View notes

richardskipper · 6 months

Link

0 notes

lovekomal01 · 1 year

Text

Can you lose weight without adhering to a rigid diet plan?

Eat Breakfast Every Day. One habit that's common to many people who have lost weight and kept it off is eating breakfast every day. "Many people think skipping breakfast is a great way to cut calories, but they usually end up eating more throughout the day, says Elizabeth Ward, MS, RD, author of The Pocket Idiot's Guide to the New Food Pyramids. "Studies show people who eat breakfast have lower BMIs than breakfast-skippers and perform better, whether at school or in the boardroom." Try a bowl of whole-grain cereal topped with fruit and low-fat dairy for a quick and nutritious start to your day.

Close the Kitchen at Night. Establish a time when you will stop eating so you won't give in to the late-night munchies or mindless snacking while watching television. "Have a cup of tea, suck on a piece of hard candy or enjoy a small bowl of light ice cream or frozen yogurt if you want something sweet after dinner, but then brush your teeth so you will be less likely to eat or drink anything else," suggests Elaine Magee, MPH, RD, WebMD's "Recipe Doctor" and the author of Comfort Food Makeovers.

Choose Liquid Calories Wisely. Sweetened drinks pile on the calories, but don't reduce hunger like solid foods do. Satisfy your thirst with water, sparkling water with citrus, skim or low-fat milk, or small portions of 100% fruit juice. Try a glass of nutritious and low-calorie vegetable juice to hold you over if you get hungry between meals. Be careful of alcohol calories, which add up quickly. If you tend to drink a glass or two of wine or a cocktail on most days, limiting alcohol to the weekends can be a huge calorie saver.

Eat More Produce. Eating lots of low-calorie, high-volume fruits and vegetables crowds out other foods that are higher in fat and calories. Move the meat off the center of your plate and pile on the vegetables. Or try starting lunch or dinner with a vegetable salad or bowl of broth-based soup, suggests Barbara Rolls, PhD, author of The Volumetrics Eating Plan. The U.S. government's 2005 Dietary Guidelines suggest that adults get 7-13 cups of produce daily. Ward says that's not really so difficult: "Stock your kitchen with plenty of fruits and vegetables and at every meal and snack, include a few servings," she says. "Your diet will be enriched with vitamins, minerals, phytonutrients, fiber, and if you fill up on super-nutritious produce, you won't be reaching for the cookie jar."

Go for the Grain. By substituting whole grains for refined grains like white bread, cakes, cookies, and pretzels, you add much-needed fiber and will fill up faster so you're more likely to eat a reasonable portion. Choose whole-wheat breads and pastas, brown rice, bran flakes, popcorn, and whole-rye crackers.

Control Your Environments. Another simple strategy to help cut calories is to control your environment -- everything from stocking your kitchen with lots of healthy options to choosing the right restaurants. That means avoiding the temptation by staying away from all-you-can-eat restaurants. And when it comes to parties, "eat a healthy snack before so you won't be starving, and be selective when you fill your plate at the buffet," suggests Ward. Before going back for more food, wait at least 15 minutes and have a big glass of water.

Trim Portions. If you did nothing else but reduce your portions by 10%-20%, you would lose weight. Most of the portions served both in restaurants and at home are bigger than you need. Pull out the measuring cups to get a handle on your usual portion sizes, and work on paring them down. Get instant portion control by using small bowls, plates, and cups, says Brian Wansink, PhD, author of Mindless Eating. You won't feel deprived because the food will look plentiful on dainty dishware.

Add More Steps. Get yourself a pedometer and gradually add more steps until you reach 10,000 per day. Throughout the day, do whatever you can to be more active -- pace while you talk on the phone, take the dog out for an extra walk, and march in place during television commercials. Having a pedometer serves as a constant motivator and reminder.

Have Protein at Every Meal and Snack. Adding a source of lean or low-fat protein to each meal and snack will help keep you feeling full longer so you're less likely to overeat. Try low-fat yogurt, small portion of nuts, peanut butter, eggs, beans, or lean meats. Experts also recommend eating small, frequent meals and snacks (every 3-4 hours), to keep your blood sugar levels steady and to avoid overindulging.

Switch to Lighter Alternatives. Whenever you can, use the low-fat versions of salad dressings, mayonnaise, dairy products, and other products. "You can trim calories effortlessly if you use low-fat and lighter products, and if the product is mixed in with other ingredients, no one will ever notice," says Magee. More smart substitutions: Use salsa or hummus as a dip; spread sandwiches with mustard instead of mayo; eat plain roasted sweet potatoes instead of loaded white potatoes; use skim milk instead of cream in your coffee; hold the cheese on sandwiches; and use a little vinaigrette on your salad instead of piling on the creamy dressing.

#wieght #weightloss #lose wieght

0 notes

sounmashnews · 2 years

Text

[ad_1] LUCKNOW: South Africa batter Janneman Malan on Wednesday backed under-fire skipper Temba Bavuma to return to type within the three-match ODI collection towards India, beginning on Thursday. Bavuma has been under-fire for his poor present with the bat within the three-match T20 International collection, which the guests misplaced 1-2. But, Malan believes the ODI collection is the proper platform for Bavuma to strike type forward of the T20 World Cup beginning later this month in Australia. "As an opener, I can relate to that, I had a couple of experiences where when you're not in form or (don't have) a lot of matches under your belt...it's a quick-moving match...you have to find a way, and there's a lot of pressure with the run rate," Malan stated in a digital press convention forward of the collection opener. "Sometimes it's tricky to get going and in a one-day game, it's easy to just bat, whereas in T20 cricket, you have to move so it's difficult." Returning from harm to guide South Africa within the T20I collection, Bavuma struggled with the bat, scoring 0, 0 and three within the three matches. With Reeza Hendricks respiration down his neck for a spot within the top-order, Bavuma desperately wants to search out some runs to maintain his spot within the taking part in eleven. "Every player has their own role in how they approach things and the support. It's just about showing the guys some love," Malan stated. "Temba is in a bit of a patch, but it can quickly change and he can find form easily before the World Cup. "We again all of the gamers in our camp, he is an efficient chief and is efficacious in our house. It's nearly exhibiting him love and to carry out at his greatest." !(function(f, b, e, v, n, t, s) window.TimesApps = window.TimesApps )( window, document, 'script', 'https://connect.facebook.net/en_US/fbevents.js', );if(typeof window !== 'undefined') [ad_2] Source link

0 notes

llazyneiph · 3 years

Text

Calling out Magic-Bot

ohhh sweetie... your responses to my adf*y post just really weren't the best look for you. And unluckily for you, I don't give a shit about coming off as 'nice' or being perceived as a 'good' simblr, so I'm gonna call you out on your bullshit. If I have to be the asshole of the community, then so be it.

I was reading them actually wondering if you bothered to even give my post more than a skim over because if you had actually read it then some of the stuff you replied...

Lets start at the beginning:

Honestly I could just end the post after that because holy shit dude, I literally said in my post 'Don't piss where you eat' and here you are, telling all the people who support you what you really think of them.

This genuinely made me fucking angry to read, in my post I said that as creators we have larger platforms and more influence than the average simblr, which means we have a responsibility to AT LEAST be decent people to them. But specifically as people who upload files to the internet for our followers to download, that requires them to place a lot of trust in us. So you saying you don't care about their safety while their downloads are a source of income for you, is you spitting in their faces. It SO incredibly disrespectful.

And then literally in the next breath you call them stupid. And then proceed to talk in way that solidifies what you think about them, that you really think they are stupid.

Hey @magic-bot, I'm about to blow your mind. This community actually has a lot of people who live with chronic illnesses. This is why the 'It's not my fault if you click on an ad or something that gives you malware' argument is completely invalid. Some examples of what I mean;

Someone could have chronic pain, they're having a flare up and cc shopping is an escape for them but perhaps they have some intense pain right as they're on your adf*y page and they accidently click something like I did.

Perhaps someone doesn't have the fine motor skills you have and accidently clicks an ad, it's not their fault at all but in your words it's because they're 'stupid'.

Or even just bad eyesight, my own mother would likely click on the wrong thing if she wasn't wearing her glasses.

There are so many chronic conditions that could affect this and out of my own ignorance on the exacts of these conditions, I wont give more examples but I'm sure most people reading this has already thought of a few of their own examples. (Note: sorry if my wording in those examples doesn't correctly describe a condition, I was having difficulty conveying my point with my own lack of knowledge on chronic conditions)

Also your 'stone age' comment is incredibly disrespectful to the older members of our community. These pages are changing all the time to avoid being skipped and even I, at 26, have a difficult time figuring out 'so which skipper doesn't work now', or 'how many addons do I need to download now'. So don't imply that just because there are older people here that they don't understand how to protect themselves. Which in itself is ridiculous, people literally having to get multiple forms of protection just to get your content.

Adf*y pages can be confusing and overwhelming, not just for people used to downloading your content, but especially for new people. Like I said in my post, these people are putting their trust in you because they like you as a creator and you leading them to a link which could harm their computer if they don't do the correct thing is scummy.

There were more replies but I really can't fucked screenshotting them all but this reply really made me laugh. You saying that the downloader must be held accountable for their actions is straight up the most tone deaf thing you could have said. Actually, wait! This was:

So take your own advice @magic-bot and take responsibility. Stop taking advantage of the community that you so clearly do not care about but continue to profit off of.

By the way, here's a link to my post so you can actually read it this time.

#magic-bot #ts4 #sims #the sims #simblr

641 notes · View notes

sallytwo · 2 years

Note

you put so much love into your characters and stories, I would absolutely love to hear anything else that you have in mind for these guys :]

WHY THANK YOU POPPY…. I’ll share some development thoughts. When I first developing personalities, I was trying to figure out who were going to be the “outsiders” who hadn’t grown up on the station. Because it’s such a dangerous job it really begs the question of why people outside the community would want to risk their lives.

For Ryan, since the Captain took her under her wing, she never really registered as an outsider. Faduhl is the reason she has a purpose, has a place in the community, has rank and self worth- so even when Faduhl began to decline Ryan felt like she had to stay by her side, because she was nothing without her.

Aleki and Chyell were chosen to be the ones that weren’t from the outpost because they both had these slighly unstable personalities, in different ways.

For Aleki, after what he did, wanted to be an outsider. He didn’t want people to trust him again, or place responsibility on his shoulders. They know that they’ll never actually be welcomed, and they don’t want to be.

Chyell is different, because they’re only signed on for a season as a solar skipper. Everyone else on the crew is trying to figure out why they would do it, and in some way Chyell is too. A large part of it is just this lack of direction, they don't have a purpose, even with their studies, and since their time at the academy is ending they’re sort of blindly looking for anything that can give them meaning. This means they really weren’t well educated on how dangerous and difficult the job was.

#THANK YOU POPPYYYY

5 notes · View notes

tellmegoodbye · 2 years

Note

Harley are you up very late?? I feel that you ought to be asleep by now. It's morning here! But in any case, questions:

1) How did you meet your girlfriend?

2) Middle part or side part? Or, ZIG-ZAG part, the chaotic late 90s resurgence option.

3) Are you a breakfast skipper? Or is breakfast absolutely necessary?

🖖🙃

Hello! It's 7am here actually. Though I won't lie, I have been up for quite a bit. Stress tends to kill my sleep schedule (long story) I did get some sleep though. No worries. ^_^

1. Well this is definitely a story! Okay, so we met back in 2017. I was following her on wattpad (yes, I know, this was before I had moved to ao3) and I was lowkey obsessed with the fic she was writing. She's a really good writer and she's the one who inspired me to start writing my own fic! Anyway, after a while of me stalking, I mean, ghosting her, we eventually got to talking. We became best friends pretty quickly and we met in person for the first time in summer of 2018. One month later, and exactly a year after we spoke for the first time (august 12th) she asked me to be her girlfriend. So we're coming up on our four year anniversary this year. 💖

I will admit, the long distance is hard. With her living in Canada and me in Florida we only get to see each other a couple times a year, and when covid hit we were separated for 17 months. But hopefully we won't be long distance for much longer because she's applying to a university in my city and once she gets in she'll be able to move down here. So I'm very excited for that!

2. Uhhh, middle? I think? Sometimes side, but I don't know I never give my hairdresser any specifications cause I never get anything more than a trim. I know next to nothing about hair styles. 😂

3. I'm guilty of skipping breakfast, although I hate doing it. Usually it happens when I sleep in but unless I'm really low on energy that day I'd still get some cereal or something. I'm actually guilty of skipping 2 and sometimes even all 3 meals throughout the day which is very bad but if I'm stressed and sleeping through the day it's difficult for me to remember to eat. Breakfast is very necessary though and if I'm feeling fine and my sleep is normal I always try to eat something.

#can you tell I could talk about my gf forever #also yeah I've been having some food problems lately #nothing I'll talk about in detail here obviously but uhhh food is important #and this is reminding me I want to switch up what I eat for breakfast #cheerios are fine and all but I've been craving oatmeal #asks

4 notes · View notes

meandmyechoes · 4 years

Text

Author's Notes for the untitled Ahsoka & Maul interlude that will stay untitled, for now.

EDIT: I think I have a (working) title for their story arc after all, finishing the fic this day, 28/7 5am: Blood Nevermore

okay so this is something i'm really slightly prouder of. I worked on it for A MONTH, way longer than any writing project of mine should take. The skeleton remains unchanged since the first draft but I got dragged on in little spaces connecting the scenes. Also like all my writing, it starts off in excruciating details and ends up in skippers. I hope I ended this one strongly enough, at least to keep the tension steady throughout, if not rising. This is, more than anything, a study on character and exploration of some non-detachable ideas. (and cheesy one-liners)

This started because I want to write a description of clothes.

Ahsoka's kimono/yukata colour is crimson/maroon with a fade to dirty pink at the broad sleeves' end. Idk her obi colour, gold/proper yellow maybe, boring. While I did want a darari/long sash knot in her final design, in this story, because it's a crappy disguise prepared by Maul, it's those dollar store clipped-on ribbons. (But his own will totally be a luxury brand lol) …and that is where I got the idea of him stuffing explosives "down that tiny pillow behind your back"

It's also a minor retcon (?) because my intuition said 'MIZUIRO' (i.e. not unlike my drawing, still not final though) but i don't wanna get any more ambiguous with the colour and coined it red. Also in my very first (actual) fever dream it was a cherry furisode however unfitting it is for her.

The complete lack of names is entirely intentional. I meant for it to be enjoyed as simply a story between two grudging characters and wished it could be enjoyed outsid the fandom, haha. I also don't wanna particularly pinpoint any party so to further their isolation. It's a secluded world between the two of them and it's a poorly-kept secret. I/we, the narrator/reader, is barely granted a peek of their true intentions. (?)

There IS a reference to another clothes-inspired story at the end of this piece.

What's most difficult for it is writing the dialogues. I am not the most proficient in Maul's lexicon, and just wanted to give them playful banter at first. I didn't really went very deep in motivations or backdrop. This is a snippet of a scene from the first few weeks of their team-up. It's set roughly a year after the finale and they are looking for their respective Jedi's… Maul still has criminal ties (which will pop up more in and if, in subsequent chapters). Ahsoka is in the monkey boots outfit… that's it.

When I actually penned this, it was for the unlikely encounter (as well), but I realized it was actually more fitting for the sketch. Also their dynamic is probably what presented in the first Maul-Ahsoka team up art, though I heavily suspect I delievered.

Anyway, I'm nowhere near the comedy gold this partnership deserves. All I have are shitty toku plots like household appliances starts attacking them or Maul grows a beard. Or they can only defeat MOTW through the power of aerobic dance for a kindergarten. Or a (temporarily) de-aged 'Soka would be fun to write.