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fuckbouteverything · 1 year

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You know, our lifestyles are so transactional I’m not very surprised that our behavioral patterns tend to be as well, but I’m starting to feel like the general stress we live in in addition to that pushes so many people to this all or nothing mentality in relationships. Your expectations of others can become so specific and trivial when you are looking for the people around you to be your fix to the inherent tension of existence or society. And it becomes downright unrealistic when you factor in how we are all living with these different variables of stress and pain. Can you actually think about the gravity of wanting a person to be your peace? In this economy lol. I think about how that affects community formation, strength and solidity. What I constantly see is people feeling taken from, drained, like they’re constantly pouring out of cup that rarely gets filled. We live in a society where that is the standard of how we exist in order to literally survive, and it’s very easy to project those feelings onto other areas of your life and continue these cycles of denying each other true patience and acceptance because we feel it hasn’t been correctly granted to us. We are constantly forced to accept and be patient with conditions and factors of life and society that do not fulfill us so we struggle to truly embrace one another because we are already tired of doing that. We easily dump each other in more than just romantic relationships, because our spirits are perpetually in-valued and we also expect interpersonal relationships to inherently overcompensate for that. When they do not, we don’t always have the forbearance to deal with the additional frustration that comes with disappointment. Narcissism, to me, is a reactionary response to life and even more so a method of survival. Sometimes feeling you’re just too good for everyone and everything or that you’re never wrong is easier to face than the reality of feeling small and constantly upset. Its even logical to me that people inflate their efforts, impact and importance when if the reality is that they are an averagely flawed friend, lover, parent or teacher they may genuinely crumble into feeling even less of themselves than the world already feels like it’s trying to make them. It’s okay if you aren’t the most graceful, patient and flexible when in so many ways you can be so emotionally, physically or mentally stretched thin that you’ve become fragile and highly reactive to trivial things. Thing is though, I don’t know if there’s many other ways to alleviate that than community and community never works when we are all coping with main character syndrome. You know? Not everyone is this raging narcissist but a lot of us are somewhere on a spectrum. Yet, empathy is really the key to this ideal collective consciousness and healing that would give us true acknowledgment and peace

#not really a rant but what’s been on my mind lately #sorry bout dat

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jisoirs · 2 years

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everyday i fight to urge to not make a profile for anything and leave yall clueless about everybody personality wise

#i love my ocs i do like i make them w care and effort #but GYATDAMN ??? i hate making profiles fr #hibiscuses backgrounds just gon have to be mysterious yall idk 🤷🏽‍♀️#sorry bout dat #i made graphics tho i like doing that LMAOO #rambles.

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shuyamino · 2 years

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feeling absolutely normal abt mysta’s boxing asmr stream ^ q ^ (im growling, barking, foaming at the mouth rn)

anon i watched a bout like 5 mins of it before he started the current live im gonna get back in it immediately after i promise BUT hearing him punching the punching bag … ^ q ^

#anon #mailbox💌#i was like O_O! wish dat were me #i thought i replied to this earlier jesus i need coffee sorry bout tht !!

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thought-tracing · 2 months

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media of the week!

2/16/2024

Stealing this idea from Emergency Intercom, me and a group of friends are gonna try to start doing this every week so stay tuned!

Music

SHOUTOUT NOAH MILLER!!!! FLEEEEEEEEEX TIME TO IMPRESSSSSSS

Y'ALL, this new salute is SUPERB!!! (see #people posting for more salute 🩵)

haven't listened to too much of the deluxe yet to give any opinion, but this one is a classic

LOOOOOOOVED this new one from Four Tet, I find it a lot better than "Loved" imo, still excited for the new record!

absolutely fucking AMAZING production with this new track from Beyoncé. just devastating, so so good. excited for act ii!!! (however very sad to be losing dance music Beyoncé, maybe some of the best music EVER in a WHILE. will love and stream act i for the rest of my life)

yeah yeah whatever BUT the WORST part of this song is def Kanye's rapping, he just doesn't sound good at allllll anymore and its very disappointing. (Like, I listened to Off The Grid today and the last verse Kanye delivers is one of his greatest in my opinion, next to No More Parties in L.A. and such, he sounded great there, but its just been a sharp downfall from then on) I actually do enjoy Ty Dolla $ign doing the hook here, very catchy. and the production is very fun. (obv don't endorse kanye's actions at all...)

STILL got this one on repeat from wavedash & madeon & toro y moi, love love love it SOUND OF THE SUMMERRRR!!!

addicted to this swami sound mv... (see more at #music posting)

Movies

nothing :( i wanna rewatch Saltburn tho!

nothing... new Young Royals seems silly tho lol might rewatch

Games

GTA Online + Sound Voltex

I wanna go back to the arcade to play more chunithm and IIDX and DDR and Wacca and jubeat and pop’n and wait everything..

SEE YOU NEXT WEEK!

#media of the week #swami sound #madeon #wavedash #toro y moi #beyonce #beyoncé #four tet #caroline polachek #salute #fifth harmony #ty dolla $ign #-> a separator from everyone else ->#kanye west #<- sorry bout dat #Spotify #an original thought-tracing production

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williamshamspeare · 8 months

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Im sorry to bother you but I saw that you recently reblogged gifs involving bugs. Which is totally fine but could you please put a trigger warning or something in the tags please? Thanks

Right, right! Will do

#Sorry 'bout dat

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silvers-random-art-blog · 2 years

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gonna try to post random sketches, and normal drawings here more often

#eva speaks #yea #i haven't been very active here #gonna try to be more active tho #sorry 'bout dat

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sassuguru · 2 months

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FAWN BLEATS! "kept c'in dat 1 vid abt al squeakin' dere'4 i decided to rite 'bout it :3," the artist says. the art includes alastor from hazbin hotel, in a pre-established relationship with gn!reader. all warnings include sinner!reader, reader was a wildlife biologist, the hotel scheming, teasing, alastor being embarrassed, 'nd very slight suggestive content.

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You have come to a conclusion.

Alastor bleats. The Radio demon, your boyfriend, bleats.

It was a long process conducting the experiments to see if you were correct. After all, Alastor is quite the clever man. It wouldn't take him long to figure out that you were attempting to study him, just like the time you were trying to figure out if his ears were actually ears.

As a wildlife biologist in your past life, you were very familiar with woodland creatures, their features, and their habits.

Hence, when you arrived in Hell, for some reason, you had a field day with all of the sinners who had animal-like features due to the circumstances of their deaths. And coincidentally, you had a particular interest with animals such as deers. They were so cute! How could you not be so interested in them? Perhaps that was why you were so interested in the Radio demon? You immediately caught onto the features such as his antlers, the bend of his legs that resembled the hind legs of a deer, and the hoof pattern on the bottom of his shoes.

Now, concerning the bleating phenomenon, you knew that Alastor resembled a fawn rather than a buck (unless he's transformed). Meaning, he'd likely have other features that related to that of a fawn.

Fawns make certain sounds, even if they are typically quiet. For example, they make a bleating or squeaking sound when excited! (It also applies to negative emotions, but we'll ignore that). Something you swear you've heard Alastor do. Alastor isn't very expressive of his emotions, its the point of his smile. But there are moments when you swear up and down he's happy than he seems. For example, when Rosie spun him around when you visited her emporium with Charlie.

You caught it, though you don't think anyone else did. Since the visit to the emporium, you've been waiting patiently to catch his little bleat again, which unfortunately, brought the entire hotel to come up with a scheme.

"Whatcha doin', toots?"

You look over at Angel, snapping out of whatever haze you were in. "Hm?" Angel chuckles, "Were ya schemin' or somethin'? You were deep in thought."

"Hm? Oh, was I?" You lightly shrug, "I was wondering if Al bleats." In hindsight, you probably shouldn't have said that to Angel Dust of all people. "Huh?" Angel tilts his head, "Whadda ya mean if Al bleats?" You look at Angel as if he's stupid, though, not everyone notices the things you do. And not everyone is well versed in the behaviors of wild animals.

You point upwards, looking to the side in though as you speak. "You know how all is a deer demon?" You point to the top your head, "You'd think he'd be a buck, but his antlers are small so he's likely walking around like a fawn. And some of his behaviors resemble a—oh, sorry." You laugh as you realize Angel is not following you whatsoever. "A buck is an adult male deer, they have big antlers. A fawn is a baby one, they have small antlers."

"Uh huh," Angel slowly nods, looking at you with a weird expression you can't describe. 'Nerds,' he thinks to himself.

"Anyway, because he looks like a fawn I was wondering if he bleats. Fawns bleat or squeak when excited, or surprised...or scared," you hum, thinking to yourself. The last time you heard the sound it was with Rosie, he likes Rosie, he'd be happy right? And you swear you heard the sound when you finally figured out the recipe for Shrimp Creole. He ate that shit up. And you swear you that sound when Al brought back that dead hell deer from the forest.

"Really?" Angel asks with a mischievous tone. "Mhm!" You answer mindlessly, wondering how you could catch him making the sound. After all, it's not as if he's easy to please nor surprise the man.

Angel's signature up-to-no-good laugh leaves his lips, pulling you from your trance. "Angel?" You question, worrying about what he'll do.

"Nothin' sweets, just got an idea. Maybe I'll help ya," you give him a questioning look and the spider only giggles. "Angel..." you say in a warning tone, glaring at him as you recognize his giggle of mischief. "Nothin' ta worry about, toots," he winks and quickly leaves your vicinity.

"Wha—Oh no," you sigh. "Angel!"

For the next few days you've seen an increase in Angel's pranks. Specifically, the 'Surprise!' type of pranks. And strangely enough, it seems that Charlie is on board as well. Although, not in the surprising part.

She's been constantly suggesting activities that could possibly make Alastor happy. "Why don't we trying a buffet? Or just cooking together?!" You have zero idea why Charlie thought it was a smart idea, but regardless, you went along with it.

It was awful.

You sigh as you watch Angel, yet again, try and surprise Alastor. At this point, you can tell the man is getting annoyed. You sigh and lean over to whisper at Charlie.

"Hey, uh. Charlie? Maybe we should stop trying this Alastor scheme? He's getting pretty annoyed," you chuckle nervously as you glance at the Radio Demon and the Spider. Charlie chuckles nervously, "Probably..."

You attempt to speak, "Actually, Charlie. I think I have an idea—" though its with failure at Alastor's shadow morphes into himself right next to you.

A high-pitched squeak leaves your lips at his sudden appearance.

"Hah! It seems as if the tables have turned, my dear," Alastor chuckles. "Huh?" You whisper. Alastor's finger hooks under your chin, tilting your face closer to his. "Did you think I wouldn't find out about your little scheme? I assure you dear, I make no such noises. However, it seems as if you do!"

Your surprise fades into a frown. "Party killer," you huff, looking away from him.

Alastor leans up to his full height. "Party killer? Oh, I am no such thing! I have let you have your fun. This show is simply, over!"

"Whatever you say, Bambi," Angel rolls his eyes, shutting up quickly when Alastor sends him a glare.

You groan, annoyed that you'll probably never get a chance to actually hear him bleat, which sucks. If Angel wasn't so persistent at times, you huff. "Fine! We'll drop it," you announce. However, you pull him down by his tie and lean up to whisper, "Though, I'll make you slip up in the future. After all, I figured out about your tail."

Alastor ear twitch at the sultry tone of your voice. He feels his tail twitch beneath his overcoat and he sits up straight. "Whatever you day, dearest," he grins, clearly not upset anymore.

After that interaction, the hotel stopped scheming to get him to slip the noise. Well, stopped isn't the right word. More like, the scheming got quite. Of course, to Husk and Vaggie's unamusment.

You had finally come up with a plan to capture that fawn bleat you knew he kept hidden.

The Radio Demon had mentioned his desire to taste red beans and rice again in his now afterlife. As his partner, you gleefully promised to perfect a recipe for him. Of course, you got to work, hoping desperately that this would get him to slip.

"Why don't you sit with me while I cook?" You hum, "You'll be served first!" (Let's pretend beans don't have to marinate overnight for the sake of this fic)

Alastor watches you set the ingredients on the counter. "Of course, I'm cooking your Venison separately, others are eating." Alastor hums, "If you wish me to." You clap happily, "Yay!"

You sing softly, smiling to yourself when Alastor decides to him along, the quiet sound of a track playing from a radio made you happy. You thought to yourself about the plan, it only involved dinner being delayed for a bit.

(1) You would cook a meal Alastor would surely like, (2) serve it to him while it's completely quiet, just you two, and (3) the rest of the hotel quietly and carefully sits outside of the kitchen to hear the results. Hopefully Alastor is simply too caught up in food to notice the bunch outside of the kitchen.

Once your done cooking, there's a plate of cut venison and cut smoked sausage sitting on the counter. You scoop beans and rice onto a plate, carefully adding his vension with his meal. You sit it in front of him.

"First come, first served," you smirk and wink.

You reason that Alastor would likely let his guard down when backs and turned, hence, you turn around to clean and organize plates while carefully listening to the Radio Demon.

Out of the corner of your eye you seem him take a bite, though, instead of the fawn sound, he hums. The crew internally groan outside of the kitchen. If the Radio demon was something, it was stubborn. You silently curse to yourself and towards Alastor, a new thought in mind. You bend over on the counter. "Well, how is it?"

"It's exquisite, my dear! Reminds me of my mother's cooking!" You chuckle, "Well I'm glad you think so!"

You hum and press your lips quickly to his when he glanced at his plate. Then you heard it.

A grin forms on your face as you hear the sound of a fawn bleat leave him. You lean back and tilt your head at expression. "What? I'm wearing an apron that says, 'Kiss the Cook', Al," you wink and step back, "What a cute little fawn you are!"

You don't miss the darkening of his cheeks as you walk away with your statement. "Dinner's ready!" You call out to those on the other side of the wall. They all pile in, sporting different looks of disbelief as they look at you. Alastor clears his throat, attempting to keep up his appearances as a small pout his displayed on his face.

Angel stands next to you as he fixes his plate. "Didn't know you wer' such a flirt, docta," Angel teases. You shrug, "You can do anything you want if you put your mind to it."

FINALLY FINISHED DIS THING

#( sect. i ) — small exhibit #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x gender-neutral reader #alastor fluff #hazbin alastor x reader #hazbin alastor x gender-neutral reader #hazbin alastor fluff #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x gender-neutral reader #gender neutral reader #x gender neutral reader #gn reader

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stursweet · 5 months

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chris slapping dat icing and saying “who’s your daddy?” smiling .. i couldn’t even edge to this, i exploded IMMEDIATELY 😂😂 clean up on aisle MY PANTS!! like my fuckin squiet was immediately ten feet in da air sorry bout dat

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #stursweet #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo x you #christopher sturniolo x you #christopher sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x fem reader #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x reader #chris x you #chris x reader

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turtle-babe83 · 2 months

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Eyes Wide Open

It’s been a while since I felt inspired to write but this one came to me this morning. I think I can write one for Leo next. I hope you guys enjoy Raphael’s little rendezvous. ♥️

Pierced through the heart by those green eyes drilling into you like some kind of ocular trap devised to hold you down, you forget to breathe. Not that you would ever attempt to flee…

Not when he’s staring at you from the top of your gleaming mound, wet from the firm glide of his tongue swiping up and over your drenched and swollen petals. Letting the saliva pooling in his mouth dribble down his chin to mix with your juices like a lust potion, wrapping you both in its erotic spell.

The slight clack-clack-clack of the ceiling fan’s rattle creates a natural rhythm and you helplessly roll your hips to the beat. The sound he makes is as much a chuckle as a grunt as his massive hands grip your thighs tighter. He stops for just a moment to breathe heavily and adjust his kneeled stance. His hard length is pressing against the box springs of your bed, biologically urging him to stand up and take you hard and fast until it’s hot load is spent but his head and heart refuse to give in until he’s wrung every bit of pleasure from your trembling body.

“Please.”

The whimper squeaks out as yet another orgasm looms over you. Each one is more intense than the last and you can feel the walls of your womb beginning to tighten almost painfully as the spasms begin again. The light soreness somehow makes it even better and you thrash wildly, ungodly sounds emitting from your throat. His tongue slaps and laps at your clit, the little bean so engorged that the barest touch makes you cry out. A guttural groan leaves his lips, hot breath fanning your moist flesh before he envelops your entire sex in his mouth, sucking and slurping at your gush of juices, smoother than whiskey and headier than a strong red wine.

As you come down, you realize his eyes have never left your face. Adoration shines in those depths of chartreuse and your womb involuntarily clenches again.

“Good fer ya, babe?” he drawls, smug smirk dripping with charm and cum.

Your lips twitch as you fight a smile.

“I think you know the answer to that, you self-satisfied little-“ you start before he stands and looms over you, thick length bobbing enticingly.

“Little?” he growls, grasping himself and lining up to your hole. “Ya sure bout dat?”

“Not little, not LIT-!” you squeal as he thrusts forward.

No, you don’t want to escape. You’re exactly where you want to be.

@nittleboo @android-cap-007 @raisin-shell @rebel-hamato @waterstar2016 @raphslovemuffin80 @mysticboombox @angelicdavinci @morning-sun-brah @scholastic-dragon @digitlartmonstr @thebladedancer1158 @pheradream-15 @knightish-knight @kawaiibunga @lostdreamerinafantasy @lec743 @verothexeno @beckerboopin @naya-queenzie @roxosupreme

Sorry, I can’t remember all the different blog names and I’m sure some have changed. It’s been quite a while for me 😅

#tmnt #tmnt bayverse #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014 #turtlebabe83 #raphael #tmnt raph #bayverse raph #tmnt raphael

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rwby-encrusted-blog · 5 months

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Bandit A: HAH! All tied up, and there's nothing you can do about it!

Jaune: Man, I really didn't think we'd get captured.

Nora: Sorry! I took melatonin and fell asleep During my watch!

Bandit B: Y'all ain't seemin' all dat concerned 'bout being Roped up.

Frog Faunus!Ren: You touched me without gloves; We aren't concerned about anything other than tracking down your dead bodies.

Bandit A: What's that supposed to mean?

Jaune: Well he's a frog faunus?

Bandit B: What? Some Warts gonna take us out?

Ren: No, the Poison will.

Bandit A: P-Poison?

Bandit B: Oi, keep yer head on. Blondie and Shorty 'ave been touchin him the whole time.

Nora: Oh! We've built up a resistance!

Bandit A: Poison?

Ren: Yes, I am specifically a Poison Dart Frog Faunus. It's why I am very averse to crowds. You are likely beginning to feel the numbness.

Bandit A: IS THAT WHAT THAT IS!

Bandit B: HEY! Keep calm, ye dunce!

Ren: Yes, breathe while you still can before the toxins halt your diaphragm.

Bandit A: SHITSHITSHIT! Is there an antidote!?!?!

Ren: There's a local herb that can save your life. It is a White Flower with Red thorns, and boiling it into a tea, then rubbing it into the afflicted area, as well as drinking it, will prevent the poison from killing you. You only have until Day breaks, So I would get a move on.

Bandit A: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!

Jaune: You don't seem all that concerned.

Bandit B: I'm NOT! I'm Pissed now tho-

Ren: *Spits in Bandit's mouth*

Bandit B: GEH! *Hack! COugh!* Ah- Eh Why's it so Bitter!

JNR: Toxins.

Ren: You should join your friend You have far less time than him though.

Bandit B: I-eeeeh- cah- cah! MAH TUNG! THIt! *Sprinting away* MAW-ER PHUGGER!

Ren: Huh. Must've been allergic to my tea.

Ruby: Hey guys! I'm ba- Why are you tied up?

Jaune: Just Bandits. Nice Bluff Ren!

Ren: Thank you.

Fun Fact! Poison Dart Frogs don't produce their own toxins, rather they eat toxic Insects (Such as Centipedes) and secrete it through their skin. If you keep a true poison dart frog and restrict its diet from having toxic bugs, it will be safe to handle.

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #rwby shitpost #nora valkyrie #lie ren #team rnjr #frog faunus!Ren

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i-didnt-do-1t · 2 months

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Newsies Goil

“Dat goil over there s called Emma.” Jack says pointing her out to Racetrack.

The newsie goil was far better than that bitch Sarah, who fooled CowBoy and then cheated on him.

“I’s love you.” Emma said and Jack smiled at her.

“I love that you’se a Newsie Goil. Dat’s so much better than Sarah. I’s love you too.”

Too show his love, Jack begins to serenade her.

“Wow.” She says. “I never knew you could play the piano.

“I’m full of surprises.” Jack says back with a wink. “Did you know that I have enough money for a wedding. You can get a dress and be the prettiest goil there.”

“I don’t wanna wear a dress.” She says frowning. “Those are so girly.”

Jack laughs and keeps singing Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri.

“Yous is right bout dat.” He says. “That’s like you wearing make up.”

They both laugh at his joke as they both know she doesn’t wear make up like Sarah to try and impress the boys. Her face is naturally pale and flawless with her green eyes bright even with no mascara.

She watches intensely as Jack keeps playing the piano. He must still be sad about Sarah cheating on him with Blink and Skittery two separate times she thinks, because how much emotion he puts into the song as his eyes tear up.

Tears start to stream down his cheeks as he sings about ice in her soul and Emma wants to hug him.

Her raven black hair covers her face as she looks down. She likes to stand like this so no one can see how ugly she is although she always has boys chasing her. She doesn’t understand why.

Jack finishes his song and she doesn’t look up.

“I won’t cheat on you like dat bitch Sarah.”

“I trust you.” Jack says and they kiss.

Jack goes home to tell davey and the other boys that he’s in love.

Emma is about to leave to but then she spots a man in the corner. One she never thought she’d see again.

Morris Delancey. A bully of the newsies.

She quickly tucked her hair under her hat to disguise herself as a boy again like she did for a year, it always helped her sell the most papers when she pretended to be a boy, especially because there were no goil newsies.

she was surprised when Morris started to cry.

“What’s wrong.” She asked trying to keep her voice low to disguise she was a girl, it was difficult because her long eyelashes could give her away so she had to disguise everything good.

“I don’t need no help from a newsie.” Morris says but his eyes are sad.

She hates him for hurting her friends but she feels bad for him also.

She decides to help him because if she wanted to she could beat him in a fight. She would take the chance at talk to him.

She did it last week when he had made a comment at Jack, the love of her life. She had punched his r face and broke his nose and was too fast for him.

“Even delanceys can get sad.” She says as comfort and he nods. “What’s wrong.”

“Ise in love with the prettiest girl I ever seen with raven black hair and green eyes. She’s 4 ft 5 inches but she disappeared before I could tell her I love her.”

Emma gasps. There’s no way he can be talking about her can he??

But she is that short she thinks. She always needs Mush’s help to climb into her bunk and reach things cause she’s too tiny.

It’s hard being the only news goil.

——-

Pops head up from behind walls

Waves. Hi guys sorry it’s been a few months-

Spot: a few months! Dat ain’t good enough goil the people was waiting

Me: I knowwwww

Didn’t watch newsies for a bit

Jack, looking offended but ripped: I thought you loved me

(My eyes tear up) ignore him!!

Anyway I’m back in newsies now and the next chapter is comingsooooon

Spot: (rolls his eyes)

Me: hey! Don’t roll your eyes at me! I could kill you off.

(Takes deep breath and smooths out shirt)

*anyway* should be back with the next update soon!!

Rawr XD (rolls out on mini convertible)

#newsies #jack kelly #92sies #Sarah jacobs #Morris delancey

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henneseyhoe · 8 months

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A list of men I love and my fav songs by/produced by them<3

(Nobody asked for this but idc I love talking about music)

Brent Faiyaz

Make luv

Role model

Stay down

What you heard

Lovely

Too fast

Metro Boomin

Father stretch my hands, pt 1

Runnin

Space cadet

I serve the base

Freak hoe

Rich $ex

Smino

Z4L

No L’s

90s proof

MF GROOVE

KLINK

FENTY SEX

Bryson Tiller

Let ‘em know

Sorry not sorry

Run me dry

Blame

Keep doing what you’re doing

Inhale

Tyler, The Creator

OKRA

She

Who dat boy

Gravity

After the storm

Come on, let’s go

Frank Ocean

Thinkin’ bout you

Swim good

Lost

Novacane

Godspeed

Nikes

Kendrick Lamar

Swimming pools

Die hard

All the stars

The blacker the berry

A.D.H.D

Sing about me, I’m dying of thirst

J.Cole

Power trip

Workout

No role models

Neighbors

Wet dreamz

Deja vu

I wanted to add so much more ppl and songs to this list 😭

#music #j cole #kendrick lamar #brent faiyaz #bryson tiller #tyler the creator #frank ocean #metro boomin #smino

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crissiebaby · 2 months

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Bab Rats: Chapter 5

DISCLAIMER: This POV story contains diaper usage, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, gender transformation, breastfeeding, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

Commissioned By: Strawberry

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“Hi dewe, Sam…chus feewin’ any bettew?' ' said Hanna with her partially perma-regressed vocal cords, receiving no response as Sam shied away from her. Undeterred, she shifted her approach, “Hey, I has an idea. How bout chu take chus mind off evewyfing and twy one of da new diapees dat da hazmats dwopped off dis mownin’? Ish a diapee dat can onwy be removed by da pewson who puts it on. See?” She tugged at the hem of her diaper with all her might to no avail before giving the simple lock print on its front a hardy slap. Sadly, her attempt at levity earned no reaction from Sam. Lowering her head, she took a step back from Sam’s crib. “Sowwy. I-I’ww jus weave chu awone until chus weady.”

“My life is ruined,” muttered Sam, his words lingering in the back of his throat and choking him up, “I thought I knew what I was signing up for. Now…I might be stuck as a girl forever.” He lowered his head between his knees, sulking.

Walking around to the side of the crib Sam was leaning against, Hanna reached through the bars and gently placed a hand on his head. “I sowwy,” she said, reaching through the crib bars and gently patting Sam’s shoulder sympathetically. Thankfully, he seemed receptive to her touch, allowing them to ease their tension slightly. Taking advantage of the opportunity, she decided to inject some fun into the situation, “Ya know, doh, bein’ a girl isn hawf bad. Take it fwom me: a fuww-time girl since da day I was bown. Suwe, da pewiods suck buh we gets wots of fwee dwinks.”

“Being as we’re stuck here, I’m not sure I’ll be able to cash in on those drinks. Good to have in the back pocket, though,” said Sam, unable to suppress his reaction to the mild humor being lobbed his way. He sighed hard, ridding himself of as much negative energy as he could, “Sorry, I’m sure you were hoping for a more playful playmate. It’s just…I always dreamed about being locked away in a nursery for as long as I can remember. I want to enjoy this…I just can’t get out of my own head. And now, I have to deal with this!” Using both hands, he grabbed onto his ridiculous double-Ds.

Had it not been for the lactation drug Hanna was testing, she was fairly certain Sam would have bigger assets than her. It was always the lucky ones who were never grateful. “Iswa says dey wowkin’ on da antidote so dis pwobabwy isn fowever. Why not enjoy it a widdwe?” she said, hoping to raise Sam’s spirits by showing him all the benefits of being a girl, “Wike finks about it. How many peepo wud do anyfing to swap gendews even fo one day? Fo aww dose poor twans girls out dewe, live a wittwe.”

Once again, Sam found himself in stitches over Hanna’s abrasive yet sincere comments. It was clear that she cared about his well-being, at least to some extent. “Oh…I-I’m not so certain that's a good idea,” he said, squeezing his thighs together to subdue the faint stirring in his unfamiliar loins. It was strange but for some reason, although Hanna and he had only met a few days ago, he felt like he’d known her all his life. Blushing as he caught himself staring at her in silence, his eyes darted away from his attractive roommate.

Yanking her hand away from Sam’s shoulder, Hanna too was in the midst of a flustered response as she quickly realized the reason for Sam’s abrupt head turn. As a bisexual woman who leaned toward liking women, she hated to admit Sam was exactly her type. Well, she didn’t exactly hate it per se but she did feel guilty about it. If he was even slightly into it, she would ravish him without a second thought; an intrusive concept that only intensified whenever she looked his way.

Trapped in a state of growing arousal, both Hanna and Sam were sweating multiple days of pent-up sexual frustration. Especially Sam, who hadn’t masturbated a single time since arriving at CrissBaby HQ. The same couldn’t be said for Hanna, though her steady use of the various vibrators made in-house at CrissBaby for testing purposes had certainly upped her sex drive.

Biting his lip, Sam knew if anything kinky was going to happen, he as the emotionally vulnerable one was going to have to initiate it. Mercifully, he had the perfect icebreaker stationed right between his legs. “O-Okay, we can try some stuff,” he said, shying away physically in spite of his bold words, “How about we start with my first diaper change as a girl? I think mine should definitely be put out to pasture.” He gave his overly ripe diaper a soft poke, demonstrating how absurdly used it was after more than three days without a change.

Lowering the crib bars, Hanna’s heart was threatening to leap out through her throat. How she was going to manage to conceal her lust while changing Sam’s diaper was beyond her. She didn’t even want to change him. She wanted to mash her face into the base of his ultra-squishy diaper until he came for her over and over again. “Hmmm…I not so sure chu neesa changie yet afta aww. Seems wike dere’s stiww pwenty mowe room in hewe,” she said, lightly dragging her hand along the muck balloon around Sam’s hips while passing off her desire to knead his diaper like a ball of dough as nothing more than playfulness.

*GASP!*

Having avoided touching himself at all costs for three days, one touch was all it took to amplify his need for relief. A shaky breath exited his plush lips as waves of sensitivity, unlike anything he’d ever experienced as a guy spread across his entire body. Now, he was the one wondering how on Earth he would survive a diaper change in this condition.

The strained silence from earlier reared its ugly head again as Hanna and Sam waded through extremely awkward waters. It couldn’t have been more painfully obvious what was on each of their minds. All they needed was for one of them to say something. Luckily, Hanna’s filter was nowhere near good enough to stay quiet, “Fuggit. Be honest, chu jus wanna do howny diapie stuffs wif me?”

“Yes,” said Sam without a hint of hesitation. Even he was a tad shocked by how rapidly the simple affirmation fell from his mouth. That shock served only to elevate his carnal needs as he opened his legs wide in preparation for the profusion of pleasure coming his way.

Unsurprisingly, Hanna wasted no time jumping into Sam’s crib and kneeling over him now that she had the green light to get freaky. Two wet spots began to form on her shirt thanks to her hyperactive titty lactation, triggered by an uptick in arousal over Sam’s approval. She paid it no mind, her passion too powerful to slow down over some slight humiliation. “way back and twy not to scweam too woud if chu can hewp it. I’ww take cawe of evwyfing,” she said, returning her hand to the center of Sam’s comically full pamper. Only this time, her touch was anything but light. Her fingers sunk into nearly a foot of the swollen wadding and its semi-soft, messy core. “Wowza! No way I cooda kept my hans off dis fo thwee days. I nuh seen one dis messy befo. Chu mus be one pwoud baby,” she cooed, adding some verbal teasing into the mix while her sensual hand motions cut through Sam’s defenses like a knife.

Sam responded in kind as his face transitioned through various hues of red until his complexion was cherry-colored. However, Hanna’s words, while embarrassingly seductive, were nothing in comparison to the shockwaves impacting his nether region. His body felt weak as he leaned against his crib bars, allowing his new, female hormones to take over his senses. Everything from the way his hair brushed against the back of his neck to the softness of the blanket beneath his thighs turned every part of his figure into an erogenous zone. “I-Is that what…s-sex feels like for you?” he muttered, stricken by the stark difference between men and women when it came to the Big Bang. For men, all stimulation was housed within the pelvic area leading up to a large explosion at the end. The arousal women experience, on the other hand, is far subtler, spreading throughout the entire body the vagina acting as an epicenter.

It was hard for Sam to necessarily say which was superior, especially since he had yet to lose his virginity as a guy. That being said, he was certainly finding a lot of appeal in the female side of things if his libidinous moans were anything to go off. Even the pitch of his feminized voice was turning him on, sounding akin to something one might hear in a porno.

“I gonsa make chus addicted ta bein’ a girl,” said Hanna, intensifying her hand motions as she whispered the horniest things in Sam’s ear; her breath sending pleasure signals from his brain to his slit. With her free hand, she grabbed onto his left breast and began rubbing it softly, ensuring her delicate touch never got too harsh enough to cause pain, “Chu boobas awe gonna be so sensitive cuz imma pway wif dem aww da time. Fink of aww da dwess up games an tea pawties we can have. I wonder how long it wiww be befo chu beg me ta fiww da widdwe pocket between chus legs. You wanna have somefing inside chu, doncha?”

Done in by Hanna’s bedroom skills, Sam couldn’t argue with what Hanna was saying even if he wanted to. It was as if his feminine side had a magnetic field around it, pulling him in and refusing to let go. Maybe it was the sex talking but the more Hanna talked, the more alluring the idea of exploring the opposite end of the gender spectrum became. He’d already given up being an adult and accepted the fact that he wanted to live the rest of his life as a horny baby. It wasn’t a stretch to believe he would throw away his birth gender for the same reason. “Y-Yes! I-I want it all! I want to be your girl! Oh fuck!” she shouted, mounting her first female orgasm.

Hearing Sam say those fateful words was all that Hanna needed to push her over the edge. She scooted her padded butt forward and mashed her wet diaper into Sam’s messy one, joining her in ecstasy. “Come here,” she said, wrapping the hand around Sam’s neck that had previously been massaging her mooshy diaper, she pulled him into her lactating chest, “M-My boobs are so sore. Please s-suckle them.”

Hanna’s pleas were immediately answered as Sam pried open her play partner’s top and planted her lips on her right nipple. Her cheeks puffed up with fresh cream, unable to keep up with Hanna’s flow now that he had engaged her milk sacs. “Ish sho yummy,” she said between swallows. Even her subsequent orgasm wasn’t enough to unlatch her from Hanna’s tit. The flavor was just too good.

Lost in the deepest depths of passion, Hanna and Sam had entered CrissBaby HQ riddled with uncertainty. No longer was that the case. Every horny thing they’d read online or dreamed up in their heads was now at their fingertips. Letting go of the last of their reluctance, they embraced what it truly meant to be a Bab Rat as they climaxed together over and over again.

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“Okay, I’ll admit when I’m wrong. This first batch of testers, while untrained, have given us more data to work with in a mere three days than anything the official testing team could pull off,” said Mark, sitting behind the glass partition of Hanna and Sam’s nursery as he watched them go to pound town with each other. He may have been skeptical of the Bab Rats Program at first but the numbers didn’t lie, “The only downer news at the present is that we still need to tinker with the aphrodisiac formula. It definitely shouldn’t have taken three whole days for these two to go to bone town together. But that can wait for tomorrow. Take your victory lap. You’ve earned it.”

Smiling proudly thanks to Mark’s praise, Dr. Madrigal was thrilled to have her superior’s approval, especially after he outright dismissed her idea initially. Soon, the rest of the test nurseries that had been assigned to her program pending final approval would be filled with useful idiots like Hanna and Sam who were willing to give up everything to be a market research dummy for an ABDL company. Where she’d go from here was anyone’s guess. Heck, for all she knew, Mark’s job might be hers in the near future. “Thank you, Mark. Coming from you, that means a lot,” she said, playing up her gratitude to ensure her rise to the top was as subtle as possible.

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