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#jerma#dailyjermasparkle#jerma sparkle#sparkle on!#saturday#christmas adam#MERRY CHRISTMAS ADAM YOU GUYS#to all who celebrate
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Merry Shitscram everyone !! have backstory
Kaylen's nose is especially oily today; you can see her pores working overtime to clear the sweat out, hair clinging to her forehead from the new choppy pixie cut. It makes her look like a dance mom at fifteen.
"You're so fucking sad I get a charity tax break just for hanging out with you," she says, smacking your roller blades to get you to break. Doesn't work. Never will. And there's no ref to break it up, so she just stops, fingers tightening on her own stick.
The ands -- Kaylen, Aiden, Dylan, and some other douchebag teen from your grade -- like to fight dirty, but their chirps could use some work.
"Nice Letterkenny reference, dipshit," you say. "Are you going to play or not?"
You're barely out of face-off when Aiden comes from left and shoves his bulk up against your shoulder, trying to wrestle the puck away. He's not very fast, but he's pushy, and big. Sandwiched between him and Kaylen -- who is fast, but an opportunistic vulture -- is a disaster until someone from your team manages to help you out of the hole.
But Dylan has his legs wide open, staring dazedly at the powerlines overhead. You do some mental math, just as Aiden and Kaylen get distracted by shoving matches from your side. You're alone in the vast expanse of concrete and sky. You might have just enough time. You wind up, stick blade parallel to the high wires.
The slapshot you punish him with comes in front of a thunderously loud crack, composite hitting asphalt; the puck looks like a bullet. You worry you might has misjudged the angle -- it'll put a dent right in his shin, and you can't deal with that right now, not with parole chilling the sweat on the nape of your neck. But then it zips right between his knee guards, into the net, ripping a hole through the beat up rope. It's fine -- the goal is battle scarred with pockmarks from years of abuse.
And you win.
And that's all that matters.
Your whole team freaks the fuck out, slapping the top of your head, jostling you for good luck. They almost knock you off your skates.
"Fuck you, Robin!"
"You kiss your mother with that mouth, Dylan?" You have to shout to be heard over the sound of teenagers still raging. "Probably not, because she looks like a dog's shaved asshole. Doesn't stop me, though!"
You stick your tongue out and glide back down the pavement -- you'd snow him if there was snow, but alas. You'll make do with kicking a little grit onto his shoes.
"Dick," you hear him mumble, just as Aiden skates up by him to try and balm the wound.
"Yeah, that's probably why their parents dumped them on the side of the road."
Everyone freezes -- except for the ands, who just laugh, the four of them tittering by the net like fucking hyenas.
"What did you say?" Your voice is cold. Sharp. Violence hiding in it. Someone puts a hand on your shoulder -- you don't give a shit who. It doesn't matter. It never matters.
"Ignore him," they say, trying to sand the edges down so you don't get in trouble. Looking out for you. (In your mind's eye, in the present, you try and imagine what Bautista looked like as a teenager with her hand on your shoulder.) "He's stupid."
And they keep laughing, even when you shake off the hands trying to keep you contained.
Nobody's laughing when you break your hockey stick in half over Aiden's head. There's a lot of screaming, actually.
(You look back on it now with a sort of numb-feeling shame, clinically picking the scene apart. Aiden was lucky you didn't seriously hurt him. You had a lot less control in those days.)
Parents come rushing out of apartments, pulling kids apart. Someone has a t-shirt pressed to Aiden's head. Someone else has their arms around you, pinning your hands to your sides while you kick and scream.
"If your little trailer trash foster mutt ever comes near my kid again, I'll call the fucking cops!"
"I am the fucking cops, lady!"
You're only a little bit calmer when your dad sits you down with a long-suffering sigh, hands on your arms like you might lash out again.
"What the hell was that about?"
You keep your head bowed, heavy with shame — your dad doesn’t ever yell like he did outside. Doesn’t like doing it. Says it makes him feel like an ass; and that’s about the one thing you’re embarrassed over. Cracking your stick over Aiden’s dome was darkly satisfying.
You explain, agonizingly stilted, what Aiden said to you.
Dad lets that settle for a bit. Then, he sighs, hangs his head, and gives your arms a gentle squeeze before he looks up again. His glasses are perched right on the tip of his nose, now.
“I’m sorry, kiddo.”
“He’s a douche.”
“I know — but now he’s going to keep coming back.”
“Why?” You don’t mean to sound so wounded.
“Because he’s a douchey teenager, and as long as he thinks he can win, he’s going to keep coming for you. The best thing you can do is walk away.”
(You loved your dad — but he was wrong. The best thing you can do isn’t walk away.
The best thing is to make sure they know they will never win.)
#greenupdate#a very merry greenwarden christmas#to all who celebrate#discord got to see this one a little early
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Have a nice holidays everyone! 💚🎄
#I spent almost 5minutes to this but now my finnish soul is free#Missed my chanse to lign up the scar with the seam tho damn#zoro#one piece#vihreät kuulat#it’s an obligatory meme for us finns#these marmelades divide the nation#happy holidays#to all who celebrate#I’ll be working until 27th hhhhhhh#no rest for the flower slaves#brought to you by the thought of zoro gifting these to sanji#zoros balls in sanjis mouth joke here#is it zosan if it’s only in the tag ted talk#it is now#zosan
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Previously... | Next
#ts4#indya#black simblr#to all who celebrate#zoom in#turn up the brightness on your device#yes i saw it too#imma just sit here and eat my food#ts4 story#sims 4 story#simblr#ch21
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Who By Fire (a prayer for the High Holidays)
Leonard Cohen wrote "Who By Fire," inspired by the Unetanah Tokef prayer, recited on Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, when Jews are inscribed and sealed each year in the Book of Life.
And who by fire?
Who by water?
Who in the sunshine?
Who in the night time?
Who by high ordeal?
Who by common trial?
Who in your merry merry month of May?
Who by very slow decay?
And who shall I say is calling?
And who in her lonely slip?
Who by barbiturate?
Who in these realms of love?
Who by something blunt?
Who by avalanche?
Who by powder?
Who for his greed?
Who for his hunger?
And who shall I say is calling?
And who by brave assent?
Who by accident?
Who in solitude?
Who in this mirror?
Who by his lady's command?
Who by his own hand?
Who in mortal chains?
Who in power?
And who shall I say is calling?
And who by fire?
Who by water?
Who in the sunshine?
Who in the night time?
Who by high ordeal?
Who by common trial?
Who in your merry merry month of May?
Who by very slow decay?
And who shall I say is calling?
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it's SWA, back again
you said boot worship for mountain and it instantly made me think of this one thing where someone presses their foot (shoes on or off) against someone's hardened cock through their pants, so... now you get to have my thoughts. even if it's not a perfect match, take it anyway? lol
It’s mountain march so I’m pulling this out of the vault for a quick 300 drabble
Uhh warnings for pain and degro but it’s not too much it’s just mountain stepping on Swiss as it says on the tin
“Pest” mountain sneered.
He used his foot to push Swiss back onto his elbows from his position of kneeling below him. Barely a tap, just enough to move him. Like he was too good to even be touching the multi ghoul on the dressing room floor.
Swiss looked up at him with pleading eyes, moving his legs from underneath him in the uncomfortable position. Knees open and chest leaned back, as if he were displaying himself to mountain who seemed like he couldn’t care less.
Mountain hadn’t even taken his helmet off yet, still clad in the uniform while Swiss had his discarded to the side as soon as he stepped into the room. A desperate plea on his lips to help him after working himself up on stage.
“Ask dew” mountain rolled is eyes. Swiss had been teasing him all night on his platform, whispering filthy words before they went on stage that had him half hard and uncomfortable in his seat.
“Don’t want dew”
The kneeling was almost instinct as mountain stared at him, practically waiting for submission before he gave Swiss anything.
Mountains boot came to rest between Swiss’ legs. The toe up and hovering just above him as mountain stood with his arms crossed, a commanding position that had Swiss staying in place without a word.
“Shouldn’t even give you anything with your antics. Leave you desperate since that seems to be your favorite game to play” his boot pressed down a bit further, barely touching the fabric of Swiss’s pants.
“Please, im sorry just-“
“If you were so sorry you wouldn’t keep doing it”
A loud gasp sounded through the room as mountain fully pressed on Swiss’ hard cock. He could feel it twitch beneath the sole of his boot as Swiss squirmed, half from the uncomfortable feeling, half at a feeble attempt for more friction.
“More- fuck mountain you gotta give me something” Swiss bucked up harshly, grinding against the leather. Wordlessly he pushed harder, earning a pained gasp from Swiss
“No no no no mountain it hurts fuck please”
“You asked for more. This is what you’re getting”
Swiss whimpered at the pressure, hard and dizzy, the pain having his protests die in his throat
#cw degradation#bootfucking#it’s boots dawg WOOOO#MEAN MOUNTAIN#HAPPY#MOUNTAIN MARCH#TO ALL WHO CELEBRATE#the band ghost#ghost#nameless ghouls#ghost bc#wrath writes#swiss ghoul#mountain ghoul
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happy birthday to that one guy from the irish mike music video ! did you guys know he also played eddie munson ? neat !
okay honestly though, jq’s existence has changed my life for the better. bc of him i’ve made so many new friends, written more than i have in years, and discovered a new comfort character/favorite actor. i’m forever grateful for mr. chocolate button eyes <3 here’s to bottomless filthy martinis and BREAD 🥖
#HAPPY INTERNATIONAL JOSEPH ANTHONY FRANCIS QUINN DAY#to all who celebrate#this is joes year#every year is joes year#the literal loml#vengaboys stan#joseph quinn#joe quinn#joseph quinn birthday#happy birthday joe quinn#stranger things#eddie munson#joseph quinn my beloved#steddie#steddie brainrot#joseph quinn gif#joseph quinn crack#joseph quinn photoshoot#Spotify
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HAPPY VILLETTE DAY (published OTD in 1853) 💌💔🌬️🌊⚓️ 🎭🔥⚰️🚬🗝️🕯️👻🖌️🥐✝️✨🎀📜❤️🔥
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SORRY THIS IS VERY LATE BUT EID MUBARAK!!!
#i'm too tired to make a jerma sparkle#but#eid mubarak#to all who celebrate#i hope your feasts are wonderful!
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Happy 54th moon landing aniversary btw. If you even care
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christmas in the nordics be like, actually the festive spirit is watching donald duck try to completely annihilate his nephews in a snowball fight. later bambi will slip on the ice. yes, this is non-negotiable, thank you for asking :)
#cecil blogs her life#happy yule#to all who celebrate#I abhor the mouse as much as the next but Disneys Christmas show is non negotiable
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two weeks until the winter solstice or second blue moon epoch, first autumn is winding down
#happy finnish independence day#to all who celebrate#mumblelard#north fulton county#georgia#hamburgers#and that would fix everything#end of messages#乃乃乃乃尺卂ᗪㄚ
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WHO UP ZANEING RN
#merry crisis btw#to all who celebrate#I got a Wacom intuos teehee#zane ro'meave#minecraft diaries#aphmau
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