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While I was out of town my boss pretty clearly got in a fight with one of my coworkers about overtime and billable hours and that has led to him being a petty little pissbaby about "complying with california law" by having us fill out time sheets because boss was utterly incapable of finding the middle ground between "you must track every second of your time in order to be paid for it" and "the technicians who make $60k a year are salaried and therefore are not entitled to overtime."
"Salaried employees can be non-exempt and therefore earn overtime if working for more than 8 hours a day but also are in a position where they can be trusted to take a few extra minutes at lunch or may stay after closing time occasionally without requiring overtime" doesn't seem like a very fine needle to thread but he is absolutely incapable of threading it.
For *years and years* now he has used himself as an example of the right way to be "on time." He's told us about going to his job as a kid and getting there five minutes early every day just to prove to his boss that he really wanted the work.
Anyway, I just got a lecture on how I'm not supposed to clock in even a minute before my start time, nor am I to cut my lunch short, nor am I to stay late to finish things up; he wants me in here for eight hours a day *exactly* and is now so hell-bent on micromanaging everyone's start and end times that he was late to a client meeting earlier because he was looking over time sheets.
Sir, you have played stupid games and you have won stupid prizes. You should have just paid the techs their fucking overtime.
He's being so petulant about this and it's so fucking funny. None of us feel bad for you bro. You are wage theft georg and the spiders have come home to roost. It is very much worth the potential few dollars of time I'll lose each week to see you tie yourself up in knots about whether I stayed two minutes late on wednesday to answer a customer's question.
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I’m sorry I need to talk about this for a second
This part right here. When Nirvana tries to use Thought Infection on Kim Dokja. And this ability that absolutely neutralized Yoo Joonghyuk, Min Jiwon, and Yoo Sangah…
just…
bounces right off.
and it’s set up like this big badass moment. Kim Dokja saves the day again. Kim Dokja can face down anyone. He’s more powerful than every other incarnation and constellation, no matter how much foreknowledge they have.
But honestly?
It kinda just makes me sad.
yjh is incapacitated by the Eternal Nightmare ability because of all the awful things he’s seen and experienced, yes.
But as we know from 1863, happy memories can be much more debilitating for him than sad ones. And while he’s only got 1-2’s memories right know, we know that 2 had some incredibly happy memories to pass on, memories that make the losses that much harder to take.
And Min Jiwon?
Of course she doesn’t actually want to visit a spa while her friends and troops are dying. But can you blame her for having some deep craving for comfort and relaxation right now?
But for Kim Dokja…
The Fourth Wall isn’t just protecting kdj from the negative effects of the skill. It’s not hiding his secret desires, or absorbing his emotions.
It is literally preventing him from experiencing the world around him as reality. Not just because it feels improbable or surreal, but because it is literally keeping him separate from the world around him. On a fundamental level, he does not believe he is truly present in this time and space.
This is derealization and dissociation on an unbelievably intense scale.
“If we’re just characters, why did you die for us so many times?”
Why wouldn’t he? He’s not here, not really. He’s just Reading this story, no matter how much sway he’s been having over what has happened. All of that is just his work as a Reader hoping to see the Epilogue of his favorite novel.
“It was a really great story, isn’t that right?”
Narratively satisfying. A twist ending. A fate that subverted expectations.
An Epilogue worth Reading. Not touching, not feeling, not joining, not creating. Just watching. From a distance away. From behind glass. Through the cracks in a wall.
After all, a story can’t exist without a writer, a protagonist, and a reader. Only two of them truly participate in creating the story. But when you’re the Reader, it’s always worth reading the story again. And again. And again. And again. And again ,
#orv#DONT MIND ME IM TOTALLY FINE OVER HERE#DONT WORRY ABOUT ME I JUST READ 73 DEMON KING AGAIN AND IM JUST#FINE#FUCK#orv spoilers#omniscient reader's viewpoint#omniscient reader webtoon#orv novel#orv novel spoilers#kim dokja#the fourth wall#hnnnngngnnggngngngn#do you like my comma I’m v proud of it
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Had a fun night with bestie's parents but only after we all went out to dinner first. It was chilly, breezy, and damp feeling so everyone was in the mood for some good bar food. It was crowded with families so aside from sitting next to our men, bestie and I mostly behaved. I however was a little naughty rubbing her mom's pussy a bit til she was in a daze and my mom kept trting to snap her out of it. The opportunity wasn't missed to whisper naughty things in he ear about what I was going to do to her later to make her my bitch. While we waited for our meal (which seemed like it took forever) bestie and I found our hands rubbing/massaging our dad's cocks. It started with a look and a wink between her and I. Next thing we knew our dads were totally silent and not paying attention to the tvs what so ever. Our dads were so worked up looking at their own daughter as their daughter's best friend played with their hard cocks. It certainly had us worked up too. Once in the parking lot bestie and I gave each other a quick kiss and hug as we swapped family for the evening.
Bestie's dad went to get in the driver seat when I stopped him and told him I would prefer him to get in the back seat with me and for her to drive. I fished his cock out immediately and began stroking it while I ordered her to drive us to the park and park us in an empty lot so he and I could have some fun. Once there she was ordered out of the car to keep a look out so we could have our fun. It only took seconds before my tits were out, mouth on his cock, and he was playing with my ass. He told me how much he has missed me lately and has been needing this. I have been needing this too and I made him feel that with every stroke and kiss of his cock. When I was ready to hop on I pulled my bottoms down, slid my thong to the side and hopped on. He played with my tits while I rode him for all he was worth. I teased him about how when I was working his cock in the bar he was looking at his own daughter. How I knew he had fantasies of fucking his own little girl's tight holes while my dad fucks mine. How he'd shover her mom's face right in her freshly fucked pussy to eat his big load of hot cum. It didn't take long before he exploded in my pussy. We were panting hard when I climbed off him, puling my thong back over my pussy to collect his cum. Looking down at his spent cock that needed cleaning, I opened my window and yelled her bestie's mom to come clean off her husband's cock and drive us home. She opened the door, leaned in, and sucked him a little before I told her that she was a good girl and we were ready to go home for the night.
Once we got inside their home, bestie's mom stripped down, got a slap on her ass, and she was ordered up to bestie's room so finish her cleaning job. I stripped down slow and teased her before laying in my best friend's bed so her naked, submissive, cuckquean mother could eat her father's load from my freshly fucked pussy. While she ate my pussy nice and good I teased her about the same things I teased her husband with in the car earlier as I rode him. The cuck was worked up nice and when she was done I pulled her in for a passionate kiss and we cuddles for a bit while I rubbed her pussy and continued to tease her some more.
We all retured to the master bed for one more fucking for me while bestie's mom was there for oral support and some verbal humiliation to get her husband and I worked up more. She was a good little cuck and was rewarded with a nice creampie once more. The three of us cuddled inder the blankets and slept amazing. This morning her and I had our normal shower fun that left her on her knees covered in my pee after I got out and toweled off leaving her to clean herself before joining us for breakfast.
It was a nice warm day here and Bestie and I laid out to get some sun. We talked about a lot of things including sex, life, and the usual. Of course I made bestie's mom wait on us and then thank me for allowing her to wait on her daughter and I.
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I gotta talk about FourDogs (again)
It's barely about her, though. I think "he's so lucky his dad was brutally murdered" and "people with trauma need a second handicap because they're too motivated" are such absolute-the-fuck-ly bonkers takes, they're not even worth the time it took me to get mad about them, which was immediately. This time around, I have way more to say about audience reception. I'll try to keep it civil.
It feels like a lot of us are responding from increasingly personal places because these are characters with which a lot of us identify, or we see traits in them that remind us of people from our real lives. And hey! Another performance and storytelling slay on the part of one Brennan Lee Mulligan. Who else can invent 50+ characters every year and play them to the point where any one of them can evoke both an "omg that's literally me!" and an "omg that's literally Dani, the girl that bullied me all of freshmen year until I punched out her front tooth in the student parking lot and got in-school suspension for a month!". And whether Kipperlily reminds you of Dani, or reflects your own anxieties about potential, ability, and trauma, an important thing to remember is this: she is not real!
Brennan made her up! Brennan made her up to tell a story, and when he made her up, he made her annoying, petty, antagonistic, and he gave her not just opposing goals to the the protagonists we know and love, but the explicit goal of ruining The Bad Kids' lives, specifically.
Now, I'm not saying she's fictional to be a dick, or dismiss any deeper readings on her or any of the Rat Grinders. I'm bringing it up because the way I'm seeing people talk to each other about these characters is starting to get a little wild and it's in danger of waking up The Olde Gods™ (i.e. the special brand of Tumblr Self-Righteousness that lives inside us all).
It's important to remember Kipperlilly is a character in a fictive work so that different interpretations of her don't get treated as stone law. Each reading of her is personal and valid, but none are gospel. The "Kipperlilly is but a victim" take is not the only correct one, nor is radical empathy for her as a character the only correct reaction. Also, even if I consider her sympathetic that is not incompatible with an opinion like "Kipperlilly needs to get roundhouse'd in the head by a lesbian in a tracksuit and/or a wizard in a jean jacket, posthaste". Sure, you can say that anyone who doesn't feel a deep and eclipsing empathy for Kipperlilly above all other emotions is immature at best and sociopathic at worst, but then I can just say anyone who demands solely empathy for Kipperlilly and excuses her literal crimes and bass-ackwards world view because she's insecure and has anger issues, is probably also someone who has a history of weaponizing whatever minority status they may or may not occupy to talk over, silence, or harass people of color.
They're both just opinions. And also, like. Y'know. A bit much.
To engage in the long and rich tradition of measuring character trajectories against those in the Avatar: The Last Airbender cartoon, let's compare Kipperlilly to Azula. Azula had an incredibly sympathetic backstory and untreated mental health issues. Azula was also a danger to herself and others, as well as profoundly manipulative and abusive (although, it was a children's show so Azula never killed anybody for whatever that's worth). Do I wish that fourteen-year-old girl had an Iroh-type in her life? Literally one adult who loved her genuinely and advocated for her best interests? Of course I do. I saw the Ember Island episode, I watched that one video essay! Does that mean it was any less satisfying to watch Zuko and Katara kick her absolute ass? No! And it was non-lethal anyway, children's show, duh.
That brings me to my other thing; Kipperlilly is a character in a fictive work that is not finished. And I know that point will age poorly, but I'm thinking it won't be the only one (hey-o). Remember the people that were calling The Bad Kids bullies? And then we learned that Kipperlilly hated Riz because his fucking dad fucking died?? And that was a full academic year before getting reanimated by a rage god?? I'll do a tame one; remember when Gilear wasn't cursed?? He was "just a guy"?? The show is serialized, gang, the world is still building! Clerickiller is not done yet, y'all need to let her cook! I'm sure we'll tune in next week to see her graduate from "unhinged" to "unaffiliated with the door frame or any frame-like structure". Reprimanding people on Tumblr will not change the trajectory of this character who, by the way, has not expressed remorse or any desire for a path other than violence. You look me in my black face after your blorbo slits a kid's throat and say "help her"?? Kipperlilly doesn't want get better right now, she wants one thing and that's for Kristen Applebees to go fuck herself and die!! You were there, you heard it!! When the fictional behavior changes, as it often does in stories, so will my opinion. There is no fore-forgiveness. Without an actual redemption arc I will continue to see the villain as a villain.
Speaking of, I think what some people have an issue with is the level of hate Kipperlilly's getting and how aggressive it is. But like.... isn't that allowed?? Because of all the stuff I said but also because like, mama said that it was okay! And by "mama" I mean Siobhan Thompson who said Kipperlilly belongs under the jail. Sure, in the real world, adults don't tell kids they belong in the ground that's crazy fucked up, but all these kids are played by adults and Emily as Fig joked that she was gonna smite the sixteen-year-old girl played by the thirty-something man. You're telling me the antagonist antagonizes the protagonists, and the protagonists go "boo, hiss" and then I, the audience, go "boo, hiss as well" but I'm wrong? I'm wrong, somehow, cool checks out.
"They're XP Levelling*punches a locker*!!"
"That girl is worse than Kalvaxus."
"Littledoggy Girlcollar"
Am I not engaging with the narrative on it's own terms if I say "i'd tell Clerickiller to die mad, but she clearly already did, Jojo Siwa head-ass, in reference to that fuck-ass ponytail and your toxic yuri" Do I need to draw a little caitmay-style OC to say it for me, would that be better?
God-forbid, we have fun? Must we discourse, always? FourDogs is tragic, FourDogs is compelling, FourDogs is Dani from 9th grade. She is Azula from Avatar and Clare from Fleabag and Brennan Lee Mulligan from my dreams and that is something that can be so personal. But no one else has to participate in your parasocial relationship. What's crazy is, I actually like Kipperlilly! As a character. I mean, the "trauma is privilege" obviously hit a nerve with me because of real life stuff, but the image of her over the rogue teacher's grave?? With a backhoe and a "gotcha, bitch" expression??? Come on, that is fresh-off-the-vine Cunt™. Even more so than I imagined that moment to be when we first heard about it. Her ending up in a Ragh or Aelwyn place would be way more satisfying than a Goldenrod or Penelope Everpetal place, BUT IT WILL ALSO be satisfying to see whatever Kipperlilly's version of the locked-in-a-chokehold-and-being-gaslit-into-thinking-you-shit-the-coach's-pants-scene is. In addition to the non-lethal ass-kicking that proceeds it.
Y'all can chuck the insinuation that something so clearly subjective is actually objective and has moral implications that make me bad, directly in the garbage. What is this, religion, hey-o.
#lost some civility there at the end#but shit im not iroh#im a hater first#and an advocate for mental health third#and second i am an advocate for poc's getting their lick back against white people#especially if they were hurting your academic prospects#yes riz is a poc even though he's played by murph#me and demi adejuyigbe talked about it#fhjy spoilers#dimension 20#d20#kipperlilly copperkettle#brennan lee mulligan#fhjy#fantasy high junior year#the bad kids
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Mistress @owner-of-pet-slut-chrissy often has me do writeups about our playtimes because they might embarrass me, but today She wants me to write up a punishment so that everyone can see how good and compliant Her pet is.. it started out yesterday morning with a chat we were having before i was going out for coffee with friends, She was horny and telling me how She would have me dressed while doing chores for Her.. double dildo panties with the lush also in my pussy, the chastity belt locked over the panties, wearing my tack bra under my tight vinyl teddy, my highest heels, wrist cuffs with bells on them and a gag.. the lush would be on sound mode and She was thinking about how i would do while vacuuming! She was getting more and more turned on, then told me perhaps that should be my outfit for going out to coffee.. i started to panic as She was laughing, saying She would be generous and not make me wear the wrist cuffs or gag.. my mind was racing when She said i could choose two other items to remove. i was trying to think but couldn’t, definitely the heels because of the weather but couldn’t decide what else, i was getting so flustered and couldn’t choose, She told me to hurry or it would just one item. i guess i started overthinking and ruined the moment.. She finally said that She just wanted to see what my choices would have been, that She had another outfit chosen for coffee
i knew Mistress was a little disappointed with me, it was on my mind all day yesterday. during the evening i ended up breaking a rule too .. not a major rule but still a rule. i confessed to Mistress and i know She was disappointed in me for a second time in one day.. i had offered to do some corner time for the first disappointment which She accepted, and when i woke up this morning i found out what my punishment was to be for breaking the rule.. today i was to wear the complete outfit with all the accessories we had talked about yesterday, everything! and i was to do at least 40 minutes of chores while dressed..
i wanted to do my best to make it up to Her.. it was so intense and it wasn’t long before i was whimpering, with every movement the bells on my collar and my wrist cuffs made noise and the lush responded, the painful feeling of the tack bra was constant, and both of the dildos were giving me a continuous fucking.. i don’t know how i did it but i did! i took a lot of breaks as i did some dusting and putting things away, a little bit of vacuuming then mostly working quietly on paperwork.. i managed to make it to 53 minutes but it was so worth it when Mistress told me She was proud of me and called me a good girl. thank You to Mistress for being my Owner, i will trust You and try not to overthink as much
a short update. Mistress knew that i was left frustrated and horny, and just rewarded me with a playtime.. as She teased me with the pulsing wand and the lush we talked about what it would be like to go out in public wearing that full outfit, perhaps even adding the wand harness under a short skirt.. we both had 4 wonderful orgasms
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The Love I Strived For
Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader
Warning: Comfort, slight Angst
Note: No words, too proud of this. My haikyuu fan side is kicking again so I decided to look back at the character that snatched my heart. I Hope you all love this the way I did. 🤍
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"If she just knows how lucky she is to be close with Sakusa-san"
"To be like her..."
"Can we blame him, she is talented like him."
"She is so lucky..."
"Can I just be her?"
Those were the whispers I always hear the times I walk down the hallways, no matter where I am.
Sakusa's friend
The Woman who was his only exception.
Those words fill my heart with bitterness.
Because of the word 'friend'
They were right, I am talented like him. I am the best setter in the country. I am beautiful. My grades are still stable.
But our relationship will always still be in the so-called friendship.
Love is not his first priority. He could careless about it.
But I started to love him. A great Ace with a humble personality.
He should ask himself why I can't stop loving him.
Love that bloomed when we first met in the youth center for aspiring volleyball players.
That was the start of our story, of our friendship.
But never our love story.
Because no matter how perfect I am, no matter how much we are perfect in the eyes of others, I knew that feeling of acknowledgement would only stay as friends.
I could never ask for more no matter how much I wanted to.
Sakusa Kiyoomi
He was perfect. He has everything I wanted in a partner who I can spend my life with.
He has looks, he is a great player, he is a hard worker, and no matter how great a player he is, he was never prideful about it.
I love everything about him.
But our moments are always like acquaintances. I could never pass that line no matter how many years it has already been.
"I want you to love me. And I'll prove why I'm worth it"
That was the promise I declared wholeheartedly in our elementary days.
But he still feels so distant to me.
He acknowledged me, my love and talent. But never love anything I offered to him.
How am I lucky?
When my efforts seem to go to waste.
How can he love me?
"Senpai" a first year member of our team called out for me when she started to notice I was zoning out that made me look at the match in front of me.
A match where he lost the chance of being a consecutive champion.
I felt tears build up from my eyes when I saw the school's male volleyball team lose the rights to fight for the spot in the championship.
I hate it.
"Senpai... Let's greet them"
She tugged my sleeves like she is urging me to walk to greet the boys and I let my feet follow them.
And standing in front of him feels oddly cold.
So close but feels so far.
Maybe because of the bitterness I felt for him. But I can't blame him especially when it never occurs to him for loving anyone at all.
Right now I don't have the right words to say to him.
"I'll bring the victory to you"
Until those words left my lips.
That is a promise.
I love how his eyes gaze on my own before he nods in acknowledgement and proceeds to go to the locker room to wash up.
I silently yearn the moment he would finally love my efforts. The time where he would realize I am really serious about pursuing him. The moment he will feel proud of me.
I want to see the time where he would smile at me.
Because I just didn't wish for it. I worked for it.
I put sweat and tears to practice. To be a better player, match to him.
I work hard just to be seen. And I would never let go of this chance now that I am in the National Stage.
I'll bring the trophy to him.
I can hear the cheers in the stadium the moment I arrive at the end of the second set with us being in the losing end.
Because my body suddenly shut down from the quarterfinals we won yesterday.
Now that we are in the semifinals, I would not let the same bad luck be the reason why Itachiyama lost.
I am the female volleyball team's setter, the mastermind of every play. I don't want to lose therefore I can't leave.
26-25
The other team won the first set and on the lead on the second set.
The pressure was intense.
Especially when the coach immediately entered me in the game as I stood at the back.
This is my last chance...
I can't give up.
I'm not like his other fans who just wish and dream. I worked hard for it until I was deserving of it.
At this time, I want to be known by the world.
That I am the woman he should be proud of.
Those thoughts made me snatch the second set we almost lost.
Because I promise...
And I didn't realize that the match had finally ended, giving us the ticket to fight for the championship.
The time has finally come...
This is the chance I needed...
"I'm so close. So close"
Yet the night before the final day, my fever spiked up that I can barely breathe.
That's the day where I need to decide whether to play or put my health first.
But it was my dream. Not only for him but for myself too.
That's why my fever was left untold to my team members. Was kept as a secret to the coach.
Because I need to be in the court. At this moment, I need to be there.
That's why no matter how warm it was, no matter how dizzy I got, I kept going without looking back.
Because I finally decided that I will clutch the gold medal.
For our school, for our team, for our hardwork, and for him.
Even if I badly want to end it. I need to keep holding on to it.
Keep surviving.
Until we finally manage to take the last set we need to win.
That was the only time I got to breathe.
I felt my team embrace as we all fell to the ground in happiness.
Tears spill in my eyes as I finally got to laugh genuinely.
I did it
We did it!
Until the numb feeling of my body reminded me of the thing I chose to ignore.
After a few moments of celebrating, we handshake with the other team and while heading to the bleachers to take our supporters.
I felt the captain's hand on my back.
"Thank you because you keep going" she whispered as a small smile lifted from my lips.
"I have no regrets"
We bowed and thanked our supporters as I heard their cheers.
We didn't disappoint our school.
I looked up and saw the male volleyball team looking at us.
While his gaze was focused on me. I felt tears build up from my eyes as I showed a smile.
I was so happy, so happy I did it.
My happiness was immeasurable when I saw how his eyes seemed to rise a little that made my tears fall from my eyes.
Did I do it?
Did I finally make him smile.
My happiness was cut off short when my vision turned black. My own body is finally giving up on me.
It finally reaches its limit.
I started to wake up when I felt the cold towel on my forehead.
And his presence was the one that greeted me.
My eyes looked around and I saw I was in my hotel room and he was the one beside me.
"I'm sick Sakusa..."
I managed to stutter out before I felt the tiredness in my body.
"I know" he stated before he poured me a glass of water and set it on the side table.
He took a hold of my hand before he made me sit up. "You should drink"
He told me as I held the towel in my forehead and took the glass of water he was offering to me.
I drink all of it before setting it on the side table.
"Why are you the one with me?" I asked him before I removed the towel first so I could tie my hair up.
"Should I leave?"
He asked that it made me stare at him and saw he was wearing his mask as usual that made me sigh.
"It's just unusual for a person like you" I mumble as he took the comb before I managed to reach it.
"Let me"
I froze as I felt him touch my hair.
"Your actions are making me have second thoughts if you are really the Sakusa I know"
"Kiyo" I heard him mutter that made my breath hitched from his words.
"This is the only thing I can do" he started as I cherish this moment he was combing my hair for me.
"For a woman who almost risks her life just to not disappoint me" My heart warmed from his words as I looked over him through the mirror.
And I saw how my eyes turned glossy at that moment.
"You did a very dangerous thing there that your fever spikes up to 40°C" he continued before he put my hair in a ponytail.
"Never do that again"
I smiled at his words as I just decided to lean on the headboard so I can have more time to talk to him properly.
"I told you didn't I?" I finally spoke up the moment he took a seat on the end of the bed near me.
"I want to be worthy of a man like you. I want to bring the gold to you" his eyes found mine as I lift a small smile.
"Did I manage that? Those were the questions that first popped into my mind the moment we finally won" I breathlessly mutter as I played with my hands but not breaking off the eye contact from him.
"But only Sakusa Kiyoomi can answer that"
I felt how his eyes gloss a little that made me take a hold of his hand.
"Did I finally become worthy of your love?"
"The world made me feel average no matter how great I was" he managed to utter as I felt his hand tighten his hold on mine.
"Only you made me feel special"
"So Thank you"
"I really love you Kiyo" I stated clearly as I saw how thankful he was from how he gazed at our hands holding each other's palm.
"You made me start to treasure someone like you, Y/n"
And I can finally say without any hesitation.
That the first chapter of our love story officially began.
At the End of Spring Interhigh
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu anime#haikyuu#haikyu x reader#haikyū!!#haikyuu sakusa#sakusa kiyoomi#hq x y/n#hq anime#haikyuu x y/n#sakusa x reader#hq sakusa#sakusa kiyoomi x reader#sakusa kiyoomi x you#haikyuu kiyoomi#hq kiyoomi#kiyoomi x reader#kiyoomi sakusa x reader#Spotify
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We're Doing KinnPorsche as 90's and DCOM Movie Posters, I Guess
This is once again the partial fault of @shou-jpeg, and it was all worth it. And yes, they are (for the most part) almost exact recreations of the original posters.
#this was so much work and worth every second#mean girls#clueless#10 things i hate about you#kinnporsche#kimchay#vegaspete#kpts#kpts shitpost#kinnporsche meme#incorrect kinnporsche quotes#movie posters#kpts movie posters#cinderella story
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yet another reprise of the same post i’ve made dozens and dozens of times before but GEEZ! i am so incredibly lucky to be doing what i’m doing! to think i spend hours and hours and days and weeks and months and years and hopefully DECADES pouring over animation history, lauding the masters and studying their work so intently and absorbing it and feeling and identifying with it, and the fact that i get to walk the same turf they did. that i get to be a part of this business that they established. that i get to carry the torch and that, some day, no matter how small or insignificant, my own work and contributions will be regarded as “animation history” because i work in animation and all history is history. i just can’t believe that i’m privileged enough to indulge in some of the same practices that The Greats did, that i get to study their work and, if i’m so lucky, channel and make homages to it where possible.
this isn’t to say “i’m just like Tex Avery because i work in animation TOO!!!!”, but, rather, an expression of my sheer GRATITUDE and amazement that i get to do what i do at all. i’ve met so many nice people. blossomed so much as an artist and cartoonist. get inspired each day by the talent i am constantly surrounded by. and to think that i get to be a part of it!!!!! that i get to carry the torch! i know this sounds so conceited and pompous and i really don’t mean it that way at all because i don’t WANT to be known as someone who people are only interested in because i work in cartoons. i just wanna be known for me! what “me” is i guess is for you to decide! but, regardless, i’m just feeling extra thankful tonight that i’m able to indulge in my passions and SPREAD my passions and have said passions fostered. that i’m lucky enough to tread the same ground as some of the greatest creatives that gave me this ground to tread on. there will never be enough words to properly articulate just how deeply and passionately my gratitude extends.
#not naming names because i feel weird bragging about them behind their back but one person who works on our show i look up to very very#highly. I MEAN I DO FOR A LOT OF PEOPLE. i am literally surrounded by some of the best in the business. but one person i particularly revere#said they were a ‘big fan of my work’ and when i was told that i legitimately went lightheaded for a few seconds#or again Ruth Clampett commenting that her dad would ‘love to see this cartoon live on’ on my art and making me bawl like an absolute baby#IT’S JUST SO CRAZY#i just. man#it’s really beyond words#and so many other kind words from bosses coworkers friends mutuals acquaintances total strangers#i don’t take any of your kindness or even just. awareness for granted#i know i’m not often vreat at responding but i do read every single tag every ask every DM! please know i never take it for granted#thank you for keeping me company and deciding i’m worth the company to keep#okay i think i have officially gone into word salad territory so it’s time to retreat#i’ve gotten much less candid for fear of maintaining some semblance of professionality but sometimes you just need to speak from the heart#(and i’ve gotten much less neurotic about that in recent months thankfully. Tumblr is my little safe haven)#so thank you for making it a safe haven at all
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adulthood is just visiting ur friends, saying "damn bitch, you live like this?" (affectionate) and aggressively helping them clean up while they politely tell you that you don't have to do that. and then having friends do that to you when they visit your apartment.
#eliot posts#one of my friends often does not make his bed and sleeps on a bare-ass mattress so i INSIST on at least putting a fitted sheet on#(and then normally just fully make the bed too bc might as well)#i tell him to ''stop rawdogging the mattress''/''put some protection on that nasty thang''#bc i of course must use the most cursed language available#it only takes like 5 minutes to do and is very worth it#and then i have this second friend who takes this to a whole nother level#he does my dishes every time he visits and lemme tell you. the dish situation around here gets DIRE.#he did like 4 sinkfulls when he was here last#and motivated me to clean the rest of the kitchen while he did that#it took like an hour and we ran out of hot water#but WAY faster than if i had tried to handle that shit alone#and we had fun and jammed to 80s music#another person i'm only loose friends with but i helped her clean a ton of trash from her dorm last time i visited#bc she was on the tail end of a depressive episode and i KNOW how that is#this only works w certain kinds of cleaning tho. you can't tidy up/organize other ppl's shit‚ for example#bc you don't know where anything is supposed to go and you'll likely make things more difficult in the end#amd it just requires you to handle all their personal belongings and open their drawers and shit#and there's a 90% chance that'll make them uncomfortable and like you're violating their space#but shit like dishes is generally very much fair game and won't make them uncomfortable#tho sometimes you gotta ask if there's a specific way they like their dishes washed bc some ppl are picky abt that#ANYWAY#is it obvious my love language* is acts of service?#*(tho the 5 love languages thing is a VAST over-simplification and things are not actually clear cut like that)
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really exhausted after thisd week already and its barely thursday
#contacted the museum i want an internship at. scary. they forwarded it to the person in charge of stuff like that.#had a bunch of lectures this week i barely understand because the prof is just mumbling and going on tangents every 5 seconds#organising and planning a game night with the student association. stressful as shit but its fine itll be fun#trying to remember to sit down and eat and drink and not completely turn myself into mush over everything#hung out with friends today for a few hours had a bit of wine and complained about our studies#you know. the usual#i got to talk about my bog bodies with my friends at least so thats fun#<- all of the friends are studying the same programme as me and are all archaeologists except for one of them who's a historian#well. were all nerds at least#got to pick some apples over at another friends place at least <333 im gonna bake so much apple pies good lird#thats the only comfort rn lol im so tired and stressed out sorry hsjkghdsjksd#really really hopeful about the internship though i really hope i get to spend that last term of my bachelors programme there its the dream#idc that i have to take the train every morning it would be worth it#an entire novel in the tags here . hi hello. im really tired and boring today no art for a while i think lol i dont have the time for it#gotta work on my thesis for real and finish other assignments i have barely started hgjdkgfd goddddd.#corp.krax
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#i fucking hate myself tonight#i keep trying to not beat myself up about like...having feelings#but what happened sucks#being alone sucks#and my brain isnfighting me every second I try and just exist#i keep thinking im not WORTH being in anyones life#and i know i have people who care about me my brain is just fucking broken and it doesnt want to believe them#i don't want to feel sick to my stomach anymore when instaty having feelings#I'm so scared#i want to give up i really do#i can finally pick up my new meds today so maybe sleep and those working into my system will help#i need them to so fucking bad#i keep trying to fix myself and i keep getting reminded that its not been enough no matter how much i improve#I'd give almost anything to be normal so that maybe someone could love me without the looming BPD shaped sword of damocles hanging overhead#i feel fucking stupid for even being upset about this#but whatever#sleep then breakfast then meds then just take everything minute to minute one day at a time#i can do this#i can fucking do this
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And so the holidays begin once more. Finally off work, I begin my day with my mum arguing about dishes and showing her hatred of my friends unprompted. What a magical moment this is every year
#I don't know why the second a holiday/off work/festivity/calm and relaxing moment given by society comes my mum becomes 57% more evil#every time#yesterday everything was well and she told me it was fine if I did the dishes this morning? now they bring animals and it's not hygenic#yesterday my friends were cherished and lovely and great that I have them? today they make me and her 'worry needlessly' and she hates them#I mean she always did let's be honest during the holidays she just stops pretending#I guess her holiday is being able to be as mean and paranoid as she wants#which of course. Is why I love this period so much :) and why I don't really like my birthday because it's in the middle of this mess#can't wait to find out what new thing she will think of to make my life miserable this year#stuff#I need to get out more but I'll have to wait monday because these days everyone is with family#I mean I don't want to get out of my warm house. it's cold outside. I would like to stay here and relax in my room#but I can't fucking do that can I mum :) the psychological warfare is not worth it :)
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#Aughhhghhhh why do I feel horrible I've had a good day but it's STILL AUGHHHHH#HITTING MY BRAIN CAN IT SHUT UP JUST AUGHHH#in a different way the fact that so much of like information is being lost is making miserable and how like there aren't enough years#For a single person to appreciate all of the art in the world and I really need to make this cohesive so I can like shut it down like#Shut theses thoughts down like it's alright information is not meant to be eternal! And like with the whole particles turn into different tl#Things maybe nothing is ever truly lost n will keep getting rediscovered endlessly#And like there's sooooo many organisations dedicated to this pursuit and doing good work#But despite all of that it makes me feel like HORRIBLE like#IDK does nothing matter????#Like there's so much iw ant to experience and put out into the world and I dont do that#I'm wasting so much of my time why do I never draw why do I never do anything productive cause#Every second that passes its a second I don't have Like I don't I don't want to die without having done anything#BUT EVEN NOW I'M DOING NOTHING BUT LIKE I WANT TO BE REMEMBERED n maybe it'll make everything worth it#AND IT JUST FEELS LIKE IM WASTING MY TIME EVERYDAY MY PEERS R ACHIEVING SO MUCH AND I'M NOT#But it's alright it's alright I'll keep saying this until I can believe it cause it's alright it's all fine but AUHH#hi if ur reading this ig
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one more rant about my layoff in the tags and then i’ll shut up i promise
#my mom is telling me to apply for unemployment and i’m so overwhelmed even thinking abt it#the guy from payroll who so nicely told me about the layoff sent me a link for it like that’s the natural next step#but like i’m not planning on staying unemployed for more than like a week i’m planning on applying for another job in a few days#so i feel like it’s not even worth it but at the same time i do need money bc the timing of this was terrible#BUT idk if i’m even eligible for unemployment bc i have a second job#i’m on demand there so i only work like once every couple months but it’s still a job so i’m not technically unemployed yk#and i was going through the eligibility requirements online and i can’t find anything related to that one way or the other#i want to just say fuck it and not worry about it#but is that stupid bc i currently only have like one job in mind to apply for and i don’t even know if they’re hiring yet#i feel like i’m being dumb and picky bc i’m still in college so it’s not like it’s a career thing i just need a job for now#preferably retail bc that’s what i’ve always done and i’m extremely opposed to the idea of a serving job#anyway it shouldn’t really matter that much bc it’s gonna be temporary#but i’m not the type to change jobs often (i’ve only ever had 2 and they’re the one i got laid off from and the one i’m still on demand at)#so wherever i end up working i’m planning on staying for at least a couple years so i want it to be something i at least somewhat enjoy#it just sucks so much having to go through this whole process#bc i was planning on staying at this last job until i finished school and possibly longer#and now i don’t have that option bc they let me go with no warning and no explanation#and i loved that job so i’ve been extremely depressed ever since i got the call#which just makes the whole unemployment/applying for new jobs thing so much harder#and i wish i could stop whining about it but it’s literally all i can think about i’m just! so unhappy rn!#vent#lj.txt
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sometimes i want to grab straight women by the shoulders and say YOU ARE NOT HIS MOTHERRRRRRRRRRRR‼️‼️🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨⏰️⏰️⏰️⏰️⏰️⏰️
#STOP DOING THIS TO URSELVESSSSS#i know so many women who literally have to talk to their boyfriends like disregulated toddlers every 5 seconds#or apologize because he doesnt like the food she made them???#my grandfather throws huffy whiny tantrums if my grandma makes vegetables.#i know women my age who are already like. housewives#but theyre not even married and they work full time. and usually pay for most expenses.#its insaneee please please value yourself you are worth so much more than that
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𝝑𝑒 SYNOPSIS. sukuna is shameless—not caring if anyone were to ever catch him righteously claiming ownership over his favorite concubine in the garden.
wc. 1.5k-ish
tags. true form!sukuna x concubine!female reader. smut, pwp. exhibitionism. size difference. dumbification \\ objectification. has two c.ocks. hair pulling. use of spit (yeah ik i wouldnt write for it but its sukuna). breeding themes. overstimulation. reader gets called ‘little girl, slut’. sukuna’s a menace and loves to create drama between his concubines
“shut up. i don’t care if they’re here or not,” sukuna grunts, tightening his grip on your fleshy thighs as his lower cock slams in and out your sloppy cunt without much thought. the sound of pruning shears cutting off branches is easily overwhelmed by the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin.
you feel sorry for those servants who’re just doing their job tending to the garden. none of them dare to look your way. they’re sweating, eyes solely focused on the branches they’re cutting, acting like they are not hearing the sinful moans and grunts in the distance. if they look, they’re dead. that much is known.
everything is blurry to you. all you can manage to do is let out a string of pleasure filled whines. your body is easily overpowered and held up against the harsh wood of the nearby wall. your thighs are spread in an awfully painful way, your knees up to your chest. quite literally folded in half.
“i said eyes on me, y’ fuckin’ slut,” sukuna barks. he does not have the patience today. you breaking the intense eye contact with him only worsens his mood. one of his veiny hands tug at your hair. the others hold you up—not allowing you to even think of getting back on your feet until your tight cunt is done milking him for what he’s worth.
you gasp and sukuna takes the chance to grab your jaw with yet another free hand. “open y’r mouth,” his hips do not still for even a second. they roll and ground against yours, the surrounding skin near his pelvis stained with your wet juices. he could smell it. just as nasty and dirty as he wants it to be.
you part your lips and keep them like that, not wanting to piss sukuna off even more. he grins at the sight of your red tongue instinctively rolling out like the obedient little girl you are. he spits right into your mouth, “swallow.”
you do so without second thought. the warm liquid trickles down your throat. sukuna watches in satisfaction, drilling into you until your insides are complete mush. you’re drooling over yourself already—clearly having lost control over your rationality.
you sniffle and try to hold onto sukuna’s biceps. your small fingers curl around the shape of them, nails digging into his flesh. every time you think sukuna’s finally letting up, he only increases his inhuman pace. “my l-lord, ‘s too much,” you cry out. your body could only handle so much pleasure before it’d break down. your pussy is convulsing around his girthy cock, feeling his other sliding back and forth over your sensitive clit.
the king of curses shuts you up with a hiss. his bottom set of eyes is focused on the impressive scene of your tiny pussy swallowing his cock so easily. he’s feeling proud of the fact that he’s molded you into the perfect concubine for him and his carnal pleasure.
sukuna has fucked you silly enough times to know how to get you under his spell. his fingers brush over your hard nipples, grabbing the squishy flesh of your tits as they bounce with each of his thrusts. he leans his head down towards yours. his rough, raspy voice makes your body heat up, “no, no. it’s never too much for my little girl, right? she can easily take ‘nother load f’me.”
your breath hitches and sukuna realises it worked. he knows just what to say to manipulate you into giving in. so he can fuck you senseless for how long he wants. you’re a sucker for the fact that he calls you his. that’s what you are—you’re his woman. only his and no one else’s. the claim of ownership makes your pussy clench.
“y-yes, my lord. i can take another, i can,” you breathe out, head swaying from side to side, not mentally able anymore to keep up with sukuna’s intense libido. yet, your body is still active, squeezing around sukuna’s dick as he promised you more of his precious cum.
the king of curses snickers, amused by just how fast you gave in. “that’s what i thought, hah,” he’s realised that his hold on you knows no bounds. you’re his little toy. the only one he wants to ravish these days. and the only one worth of carrying his seed.
you’re still thinking about the way he’s called you ‘his little girl’. it’s driving you closer to the edge. you start to get louder, completely ignoring your inner thoughts that begged you to have some decorum; to try and hide the fact that you’re getting slutted out in the courtyard.
there’s not much hiding it anyway since the servants have a clear understanding of what’s going on behind them. “mghh, please—please need more!” you mewl and sukuna listens. his red eyes darken with desire as you get into it. he loves to experience that lust driven side of yours. a complete opposite to your usual formal and shy self.
“louder, c’mon. let them know i’m fucking you good,” sukuna sneers, enjoying the mind games he is playing with you. you’re too cockdrunk to even notice. the them in his sentence refers to his other concubines. he knows that you’re secretly craving to get revenge on them and show them just how well you get dicked down by him every single day.
unlike them, who rarely get graced by his touch. that is, when you’re unavailable.
you do as told and increase the volume of your erotic moans, letting everyone around the estate know what you’re getting up to. not like anyone could interfere. sukuna wouldn’t dare let them live a second after.
“that’s it, yeah,” the sorcerer grunts and rams his length repeatedly into you, cursing at the way you’re gripping him so tightly. you’re so dripping wet that he slips out of you for a second. he moves his hips, angling them better to slam back inside of you.
however, you’re one step ahead. your shaky hand reaches down between your legs and you quickly guide his tip to your entrance, urging him to push between your moist folds again. “nasty fuckin’ girl,” sukuna scoffs at your desperation, though secretly thrives off it. he switches cocks and shoves the upper one into your cunt.
you gasp. you’re so used to him to the point that you could sense the difference between his dicks. the upper one has more veins and is a tad bit girthier. you hiccup and nearly choke on your own moans and spit from the change of pace and dicks. “ngh, ‘tis so deep, my lord—” you whine loudly and your hands move to hold your breasts, stopping them from painfully jiggling around in every direction.
sukuna hums in content as he continues his rough thrusts. he can feel his balls twitch and clench, ready to shoot his sperm all up in your womb like you deserve. though, he doesn’t want to end this moment too quickly. he wants to extend it.
“c’mere,” sukuna grumbles and stops pounding your poor, aching cunt. he stills his dick inside you and allows you to cling onto his tall stature, lifting you away from the wall. he silently urges you to wrap your legs around his waist so he could carry you.
the robes of your kimono get left behind on the patch of grass near the wall of the main house. there’s a few droplets of white liquid that’s stained the grass, right where sukuna and you were standing at seconds ago.
you don’t think about anything anymore as you babble about how full you felt with his cock all the way in you. the fat tip brushes against your cervix with each step sukuna takes towards his next destination.
“keep talkin’ to me, doll. tell me how good it feels to take my cock,” he grins smugly as he carries your little body like a trophy into the main building—not paying mind to any maids who he passes by. they’re shocked by the sight of their lady in such a state, though are only able to bow at the two of you.
sukuna finally stops in front of the dinner table. the same table you always have dinner at with him and his other women. he places your back against the surface, big hands holding you down by your hips. “there we go,” he coos mockingly, seeing how you’re completely fucked out, yet still needing more of him.
the king of curses has his own twisted reasons of bringing you here. looking outside of the window, you notice how the sun is starting to set. that’s also the moment you realise his hidden motive.
the other concubines will sooner or later gather at the dining hall to eat supper. they’d expect a peaceful meal, though instead, they’ll be greeted by the sight of their dear lord screwing his favorite. it’ll be a painful blow to them.
which is exactly what the ruthless man wants to achieve.
sukuna licks his lips and all of his eyes focus on you solely, “gonna enjoy my dinner a bit earlier t’day, yeah?”
CR. STTORU 2024
#sttoru writes.#jjk smut#jjk x reader#sukuna smut#sukuna x reader#jjk x you#sukuna x you#jjk x y/n#sukuna x y/n
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