for cam who wanted to make one of these

Sex Workers: Important Reminder

Your number 1 priority isn’t to make money; it should always be your safety. What good is that $1200 offer to do bareback if you contract HIV?

Don’t gamble with your safety.

•Always have someone checking up on you at EVERY meeting, knowing exactly where you’re suppose to be.
•Showing up early to new client’s location to scope and observe.
•NEVER, EVER doing bare service. Keep in mind, why would you trust somebody who wants to do bare with a service provider they’re aware could be seeing hundreds of other clients? Chances are they probably already have something so they’re not scared.
•SCREENING. Never meet anybody until they have passed your screening standards.

Ladies, it takes ONE careless mistake for ONE psycho/asshole to end your life or infect you with a TERMINAL illness. Stay smart.

Make that money. 💸💸💸 Stay safe, ladies.👍🏻

anonymous asked:

Ok that frequently asked questions post that you wrote is disgustingly homophobic. How dare you say that lesbians can't be successful in sex work? Stop telling lesbians that they have to touch dicks to succeed because that is blatantly false and kind of rapey. You obviously don't know shit about the industry to be spreading these lies so maybe keep your mouth shut. SMH at these ignorant bigoted straight girls on here. Are you even a real sex worker? You sound extremely misinformed and clueless.

First of all, I’ve been doing sex work for over 15 years and having gay sex for more like 20. For my first several years in the industry I identified as 100% super gay, but since this is my job and I actually need to make money, 99.99% of my clientele were men. I remember having exactly one female semi-regular for a while when I was a stripper and she was a really shitty customer anyway so I probably made less than $100 total off her and then I ran into her one night at a queer dance party and she followed me around all night like a creep even though I was clearly there with my girlfriend and it was awful. I never said that lesbians can’t be successful in this industry. I know literally hundreds of lesbians in the sex industry, but guess what: they all have male clients. No you don’t have to fuck men to be a sex worker, you can be a cam worker or a stripper or do solo or girl/girl porn, but you’re not gonna have any control over who’s watching you perform so men are definitely gonna be looking at you, and if you only do lap dances or cam shows for women you’ll probably make next to nothing. Over my decade and a half in the industry, between co-workers and friends and people I know through online sex work community I’ve probably talked to, like, a thousand sex workers and I’ve only ever encountered ONE queer female full service sex worker who has numerous regular female clients, but I know for a fact that she has a bunch of male clients too. I’m attracted to people of all genders now but I don’t have the luxury of choosing my clients based on how much I want to fuck them. Gross old grandpas are not my sexual preference, but they’re the ones with the money I need. Yeah many sex workers will probably get an occasional female client, but anyone trying to get into this industry with the idea that they’re gonna make a living off exclusively having sex with sexy queer ladies is dreaming.

anonymous asked:

Do you please do a morgana pendragon having a crush on you would include ?

Originally posted by daughterofmystic

Morgana Pendragon Having a Crush on You Would Include:

  • Oh my gosh! Morgana Pendragon is such a FLIRT!
  • She does subtle flirting and some not so subtle flirting
  • Will do pretty much anything to get you to blush
  • “Does this dress (with the most revealing neck line) look good on me, (Y/N)?”
  • “I do believe you are blushing, dear.”
  • She is so cocky because she’s hot and she knows she is gosh dang it
  • She’ll make up some excuses so the two of you can hang out together
  • She would talk to you about some more personal things that she wouldn’t even tell Gwen
  • She would want to get to know you better
  • Even if she knows you can handle yourself she will FIGHT anyone who is a jerk to you
  • Even King Uther
  • She tries to make you jealous to get you to make the first move
  • But she also may make the first move
  • Like “(Y/N), you should accompany me to the feast tomorrow night.”
  • “You should also accompany me to the next one too.”
  • “How about you accompany me to all of them?”
a compilation of my favourite bb-8/stabby headcanons i have got in my inbox
  • What if one of stabbys children decides he doesn’t want to be like his father, that he doesn’t want to stab people, so against his family’s wishes he takes off the knife and puts speakers on instead. Thus resulting in space dj roomba (@obssessive101)
  • part of ben going to the dark side was realizing he was luke’s second favorite. stabby always came first. (nonny)
  • oh my god kylo getting offended and angry bc bb8 is the true continuation of his grandfather’s legacy (@admfirmuspiett
  • inb4 the lightsaber-armed Stabby incident gets Imperial researchers to look into sturdier boot designs. Like, “we’re working on a second Death Star here and y'all want to make BOOTS???” (nonny again; to which i say, no one who has served with Stabby questions the need for better boots; and no one else questions the strange requests that come their way. think about it: someone had to request the materials for Vader’s Castle of Angst. The Empire is a strange place to work.)
  • So… surely if Vader has Stabby wandering around among the imperial army and stabby is sending kill cams back… he’s like, THE MOST valuable intelligence operative the alliance have right? (@ misskel. and yes. sort of. stabby does not gather intelligence, apart from in the most random ways. say he stabs someone and as they chase him, he runs past a board with some Very Important plans on it. or he stabs a double agent and some Resistance guy is like shiit that’s bob in accounting knew he wasn’t up to any good he never refilled the coffee pot. attempts to send him instructions have thus fired, though if that’s because of distance or Stabby’s innate desire to interpret any instruction as Stab Shit is very much up for debate)
  • Your stabby story is fantastic! I’d like to imagine that both sides have unreasonably large bounties on its return, leading to confused (and stabbed) bounty hunters (nonny the III. yes. oh god yes. someone art bobba fett getting stabbed pls)

anonymous asked:

I honestly cant find the words why zig and maya are perfect for each other but do you mind explaining why they complement each other so well as a couple? despite what's happened, ive always felt like theyre meant to be. They fit so well together, and idk why.

I cannot tell you how much I love this question. They are so many reasons why Zig and Maya have always complimented each other so well and have always seemed destined to be together.

1. They were friends first. For me the thing that always made Zaya click so well and seem so iconic is that before any of the romantic feelings they feel for each other they put their friendship above it. From the moment they met they immediately hit it off and it’s really meaningful that Zig was the first friend that Maya ever made at Degrassi. Though when she met him she did have a little crush, she ultimately decided to disregard her feelings for him and support his relationship with Tori because it made him happy and she valued his friendship. The same goes for when Zig tells her that he has feelings for her but he will wait for her because she isn’t over Cam. From the beginning it was very clear that whether or not they are together romantically, they still want to be together as friends. It’s also significant that seasons 13-14 really developed how strong and important their friendship is to each other before they even admitted that they were ready to become a couple. Also in DNC season 4 what is so great about  their endgame is that is was never explicitly stated that they were back together but it was 100% confirmed that they are close friends again which has always been the center of their relationship. 

2. Slow. Burn. The thing that the Degrassi writers did so so right with Zaya was not putting them together when everyone thought they would be together. This is what makes Zaya a truly epic couple and one of the greatest love stories Degrassi has ever told. No other couple has been built up over the seasons as much as Zig and Maya have. I remember when they had their first scene together in season 11 and I was immediately like “well obviously they are gonna be the New Couple™️” because from the moment they first met the chemistry between them was instant. Thankfully Degrassi made them wait it out and grow and mature before they actually got together. I like to think about what would have happened if Zig and Tori never got back together and he ended up dating Maya back in season 11 and I really think their love story might have ended right there. But unlike iconic couples like Semma and Eclare, Zaya took their time. Instead of jumping into a relationship they build a really strong connection based on how much they care for each other besides their romantic feelings. This made their romantic relationship so much stronger from the get go because they already knew each other so well that they didn’t have to get to know each other as they were dating. When Zaya first got together in season 14, I saw a lot of people complain that they were moving too fast and they were seriously rushed but in a way it makes a lot of sense that they were. They were already extremely close from the moment they began dating so they jumped head first into it. They acknowledge that they did rush into things a bit too fast but unlike other couples that would be in that situation they came out the other side of it stronger. Even in DNC where they break up, the way that they still are really important in each other’s lives prove how much they will keep finding their way back to each other. They were even a slow burn down to the very end of DNC season 4 by how they slowly but surely fell back together again. They didn’t rush into it this time. They just took their time just like they did back in seasons 11-14 and it was beautiful.

3. They are always there for each other. To me a huge reason why they compliment each other so well is because they are there for each other in some way through all of their big struggles in love. For Maya, she supported Zig through his relationship with Tori. She takes him to live in her home so he doesn’t have to be a squatter anymore and so he won’t have to go into a group home. She helps get him out of the gang - multiple times. She dumps Miles because he doesn’t get along with Zig and she will always stand by Zig. She supports him as he works to become a chef as a restaurant. She helps him as he gets involved in the school musical and supports him completely. She even gives him relationship advice with Esme because she wants him to be happy and she never discourages him from helping Esme and figuring out their relationship even though she is crushing on him again. For Zig, he is always there for Maya (it’s one of his defining features). He helps build up her self confidence when she enters the beauty pageant and tries to be there for her with her relationship struggles with Cam - even though he’s a bit misguided since he wants her for himself. He is there for her as she goes off the rails after Cam’s death and he reminds her of who she is and her love of music. He tries to get along with Miles to make her happy - even though he doesn’t to a spectacular job at that. He encourages her to seek help for her anxiety and calms her down after nightmares and her panic attack. He goes to the spa with her when Grace turned her down. He is incredibly supportive of her goals towards a music career. And even after they break up he visibly sees that she is going though something when she is depressed and he tries to cheer her up. Also he chooses to be her partner in art class after she comes back to school because he wants to be there for her and he helps her out after she gets really high on their camping trip. All these little things build up to show how important they are to each other.

The more I think about how Zig and Maya are “meant to be” the more I realize that their relationship is so much more than just that they seem destined to be together in some way. They compliment each other so well because of how much they care about each other. Their relationship goes far beyond the reaches of just romance. For them it has never mattered whether they were in a relationship or not because they were always there for each other because they have always had such a strong friendship first and foremost. But it’s important to note that just because they have seemed “meant to be” from the start that doesn’t mean they didn’t have to work for their relationship. From season 11 to DNC season 4 we have seen Zig and Maya grow together and make each other better. They challenge each other and push each other to be the best version of themselves. They truly make each other better people and that’s a huge reason for me why they compliment each other so well.

Female characters with shy fem s/o

// Thank you so much bab! I love your blog and I know you are away so you cant read these now. You really made my day! I am so sorry it took so long my Wifi is crappy. In return have a cute mercy gif! Gosh I am so down for some cute antisocial gay lady. Its relatable for me since I am antisocial person myself..


Originally posted by mskneesocks


💋 Honestly she doesnt mind. After her well.. change Amelie doesnt talk much to others too, obviously because of her lack of emotion. Another cause its due to cold temper everyone is scared of her.

💋 She doesnt mind your fear of human beings relationships and why would she? Amelie has your attention only for herself.

💋 Sometimes she gossip about other people with you about how stupid and puny they are.

💋 ,,Hey chérie dont worry I dont want to talk to others too. I only need you.“

💋 But when you started to keep your mouth shut when you both are out with other talon agents she is a bit worried. She knows whats up. You are the ,,secretive” type of a person.

💋  If your antisocial level gets you to that point when you are scared of people it makes her even more worried. Of course you dont know that she is worried she keeps it for herself,

💋 Welcome to your therapy where traumatized woman without emotions tries to help a small ball of anxiety meet other people.

💋 She tries really hard to help you. REALLY HARD.

💋 You feel nervous? No worries. Amelie gives you her cold hands so you can calm down.

💋 If someone treats you shitty when you try to comunicate she gives them a death glare. You will have to ensure her you are alright because she is ready to give them that BOOM HEADSHOT

  💋 Deep inside Widowmaker knows you can do it she cheers for you tho you might have not notice it due to her resting face. Like come on! You could enamor a deadly widowmaker! Thats a big thing to do and you are scared to talk to normal people? Well she is rather confused.

💋 She doesnt want to pressure you by the amount of comunication so she simply takes you to your apartament when you drink cofee in comfy sofa talking how great you did today. Widow is really a chill lover.


🕊 Angela notices your antisocial behaviour immediately. She has a sixth sense to people. All thanks to her load of empathy!

🕊 She will try to get others in base to know they need to be gentle when they talk to you.Trust me Overwatch agents talk to you the sweetest they can and if someone makes you cry later Angela will kindly kick their ass and give them lecture ,,How would you feel huh?.”

🕊 Everytime you both go out in public and you get anxious about yourself Mercy will take your hand and hold it gently. She gives you her bright smile that says ,, Its going to be okay dont worry my love”.

🕊 Honestly she is supportive to you. You went to order food obly by yourself? ,,Good job y/n!” You talked to mailman? ,,You are doing great my beloved!”

🕊 Encourages you to talk to others often. She isnt harsh. Angela just wants you to take your time and cherish your future friendships.

🕊 If someone makes you feel bad she will try to cam you by combining your hair, make you tea whatever type is your favorite and kiss you in the forehead. Later on she will witch haunt that dude who made you sad.

🕊 As i said she is really determinated to make you feel comfortable around others. She even buys stickers a star ones. You know why? Everytime you make a step likely a conversation you get one.  


🕊 In conversations Angela compliments you a lot. ,, Oh y/n is such a great artist she draw me once it was so realistic I thought its a photo” ( again you can insert whatever skill you have here! )

🕊  But if you want to be alone with her ( yeah not very alone if together ) she will cuddle with you and shower you not with stars but kisses.

🐰 Hana noticed your strange behaviour when she streamed. You immediately ran away out of room. It was kinda weird. She just wanted to introduce you to her fans.

🐰 She has a mission now. Make you more open to others although she feels important when you talk only to her but  Hana wont hesitate until you earn yourself a new friend.

🐰 Really determinated. will take any oppurtiny to give you social connection with others but dont worry a thing she wont let you go alone!

🐰 Complimates you in conversation with others , says how great your skills are and over all how lovely person you are. ,, Yeah y/n is such a badass when she fought these talon agents I am telling you” ( considering you are another overwatch agents but its okay if you are not lets just say you are  )

🐰 Now when she streams she explains to her followers why you act like that. Later you receive ton of cute letters from’s fans! They gently encourage you to be more open.

🐰   ,, Listen y/n I know some people are pure shitheads but please give others a chance I am sure they will like you!“

,, But what if they hurt me?”

,, Nah thats not your problem. They will have my mecha on their face".

🐰 After your training ( yeah thats how you guys name it now). You both go out and buy some milkshakes or if you like boba tea. Whatever you prefer. Sushi? Fries? Burgers?  Heck yeah you deserve those. You did great today.

🐰 She will continue your journey so you can meet some cool people. Tho she is lowkey worried you will fell in love with someone and you will leave her. Just kiss her on cheek and she will calm down.

Modern Family: Mitchell Pritchett [ISTJ]


Introverted Sensing (Si): Mitchell is a box full of resentments. When it comes to Jay or Claire, he seems to always refer to some childhood anecdote, recalling vividly how he felt about it and clearly going about it as an unresolved issue. Whether his recollections are on point or not, distorted, over exaggerated etc. it’s not really important because they matter deeply to him and have shaped who he is. He still carries them throughout adulthood holding on to his notion that Jay doesn’t fully accept him and has always preferred Claire. Even when people try their best to convince him otherwise, he always seems to go back to his preconceived notions and beliefs. 

Extroverted Thinking (Te): He is very pragmatic, academically-inclined and hungry to prove himself to others through his competence and achievements. He is a constant advocate for common sense which often puts him at odds with Cam on many issues but especially in raising Lily. When it comes to disciplining her for example, Mitchell believes that firmly putting your foot down and using a “1+1 = 2” approach is the best way to go about it, which often doesn’t sit well with Cam who prefers a more emotionally-based and creative approach to fatherhood. 

Introverted Feeling (Fi): He has a nasty habit of bottling up and stuffing down how he feels about everything, a trait he blames on his father for being emotionally cold. This makes him come off as sour and uptight when he’s annoyed. But every once in a while, he will want to confront the person he’s having an issue with one on one so they can understand exactly what’s on his mind, but he always feels like doing this is an absolute chore. 

Extroverted Intuition (Ne): Buried deep inside of him is a more light-hearted, whimsical side. Mitchell has enjoyed pretty much all the different kinds of art since he was a kid and when opportunity knocks, he enjoys expressing himself (singing for one). It just takes a lot to make him feel like he can let loose. 

Strangers Pt. 3

“I really hope I didn’t wreck your chance to be happy with someone else.”

“She’s what?!” Grayson exclaimed after hearing the news from his sister, who had just received her invitation. You and Grayson hadn’t talked since that night in your apartment a few years back, but he constantly wondered about you.

“You had your chance, Gray. She moved on.” He heard Cam sigh through the phone.

“I literally told her I love her. She kicked me out.” He huffed, running his fingers through his hair. “I can’t let her do this, Cam. Not without telling her how I feel, at least.”

“Grayson she’s finally happy, I won’t let you take that from her.”

“I have to tell her, Cameron! She told me how she felt, why can’t I do the same?” Grayson was growing agitated by the conversation he was having with his sister.

“You weren’t getting married when she told you! You’ve had years to talk to her, you could have called her at any point and told her how you felt!”

“She didn’t want me, Cam! She kicked me out of her apartment, for Christ sake!”

“Do you think she wants you now, Gray? Now that she’s getting married and starting a family of her own?” Grayson sighed, fully aware that he had lost. Cam was right, he couldn’t waltz in on the day of your wedding and wreak havoc; but since when does Grayson listen to anyone but himself?

“Whatever, just take me as your plus one? I want to be there.”

“It’s in three weeks, make sure your schedule is clear.” She ordered him before hanging up. He couldn’t help the feeling of bitterness he had. You were getting married to someone who wasn’t him.

Sure, he could have called you or showed up at your apartment when he visited and told you, but you kicked him out. You didn’t love him anymore. Or at least that’s what he thought.


You slowly paced across the hotel room floor, chewing on your bottom lip. You were beginning to get cold feet; was he really the one for you? The person you’d happily spend the rest of your life with, have children with, and build a life with?

There was a quiet knock on your door, followed by “Will you think of me when you eat the wedding cake?” Your breath caught in your throat as you opened the door, revealing none other than Grayson Dolan in a fitted tux.

You were shocked to see him, especially at your wedding. You didn’t invite him because of how things ended when he left your apartment and the years that followed; neither of you had made any efforts to contact the other.

“Hi,” you whispered, barely audible. “What are you doing here?” He wasn’t saying anything, just staring at you; admiring your beauty.

“I came to talk to you, Y/n.” He sighed, finally looking away. “Can I come in?” You nodded and stepped out of the doorway, allowing him to enter the room.

You thought it was a bit odd that he would fly from LA to Jersey just to talk to you. “I only have about a half hour before I need to get into my dress, so what’s up, Grayson.” You asked, sitting in one of the chairs in the living room.

“Are you happy?” He suddenly blurted, which took you by surprise.

“I’m sorry?” You couldn’t comprehend the question. Who was he to show up unannounced and start asking such ridiculous questions?

“Are you happy, Y/n?” His eyes met yours, and your heart melted. Those eyes, those beautiful hazel eyes; the ones you fell in love with years ago were staring into your soul, unlocking every feeling for him you locked away.

“I am.” You didn’t believe it when you said it, and the face he made told you that he didn’t believe it either. You were happy, really. Just not as happy as you hoped to be at this point in your life. It didn’t feel right anymore, but you knew you could be happy with your soon-to-be-husband. He treated you right, he loved you.

“Come on, Y/n. I know you better than anyone.” You felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest.

“Knew.” You corrected him. “You knew me better than anyone. I’ve changed, Grayson. I’ve had years to change.”

“I love you.” Your eyes widened at his sudden statement “Like I’m really in love with you and I just needed you to know, like you needed me to know before I moved to LA. I had to tell you before you got married and I really missed my chance.”

“Stop it, Grayson.” Tears were welling in your eyes. He couldn’t do this to you; he couldn’t tell you he loved you on the day you were getting married to someone else. It wasn’t fair. “You’ve had years to tell me this! So why are you doing it now, on what is supposed to be the happiest day of my life!?” The tears you so desperately tried to hold in began to fall.

“I don’t know; I didn’t think you’d be getting married so soon. Heck, I didn’t even know you were seeing someone!”

“You can’t put this on me, Grayson! I moved on!”

“Did you really? Look me in the eyes and tell me that you’re over me, Y/n. If I believe it, I’ll leave. I’ll catch the next plane to LA and be out of your life forever.”

Staring into his eyes, you whispered, “I’m not over you, Grayson.” How could you be? He was your best friend, your shoulder to cry on, your soulmate; he was the love of your life, you would never get anyone like him.

His hands quickly found their way to your waist as he pushed his lips to yours, pulling you closer to him. The kiss lasted about three seconds before you pulled away. “I’m supposed to be getting married in,” You quickly glanced at the clock on the wall, “Seven minutes, Grayson! What am I supposed to do?!”

“Don’t get married,” He shrugged “I mean, you can’t marry him if you love me, can you?” He was right, you had to call off the wedding. Grabbing the hotel phone, you dialed your maid of honors number, telling her you couldn’t do it.

“Please don’t try to talk me into this, Y/f/n. I love someone else.” You hung up before she could say anything else.

“I love you so much, Y/n. And I’m sorry I didn’t say anything before, like way before.” You grinned at the hazel eyed boy sitting in front of you.

“I love you more, Gray.” He grabbed your hands, pulling you to him once again.

“I really hope I didn’t wreck your chance to be happy with someone else, Y/n.”

You let out a loud giggle, “Oh you totally did, but I know I’ll always be happier with you than anyone else.”  


So here’s part three to Strangers! Hope you like it!

Part one

Part two

goddessofbadbitches  asked:

You mentioned on one of your gallagher girls posts that joe is the biggest zammie shipper ever and I'm literally laughing so hard because ITS SO TRU

I am approximately 3002% sure that Joe took a good look at Zach, took a good look at Cam, took a sip of his coffee and said, “What a fine Sunday afternoon… perfect weather for setting up the strongest power couple in the western hemisphere.”  Like, seriously, all of CMH is just Joe setting Zach and Cam up.

  • First of all, DC.  I mean, enough said, right?  You cannot tell me that Joe didn’t look at the two finest young Pavement Artists he knows and put them on each other’s tail.  You cannot tell me that Joe didn’t think that they were the only two who could keep up with each other.  You cannot tell me that Joe didn’t look at two of the kids he loved most in the world and say, “Ha.  This’ll be fun.”
  • Then there’s the brush passes in Roseville.  Oh god, do not get me going.  Cam literally turns to Bex first.  Like, Bex is definitely going to be her partner – no doubt about it – but then Joe is like, “Nuh uh.  Zach,” and he basically requires that the two of them touch hands at some point that afternoon if they want to pass the assignment.  JOE.  
  • Cammie looking in the pitcher and catching Joe and Zach’s reflection at the waffle bar.  We’ll never know what they were saying – I’ve looked for years and haven’t seen any evidence – but I am at least 89 percent sure that Joe Solomon was being the beST WINGMAN THAT CAMERON MORGAN COULD HAVE EVER ASKED FOR. Zach and Joe could talk about Cam for ages they are both totally amazed by her oh god I’m crying
  • When that scene got cut from the book (siiiigh the best ones always do), we had Cam and Zach detecting lies with each other.  Why was Cam doing this CoveOps exercise with Zach and not, say, her best friend Bex?  I’ll give you one guess.  That’s right.  It’s because JOE.  FREAKING. SOLOMON.  Told her to partner up with the person across from her.  When has Joe ever cared about who partnered with who?  Answer: never.
  • Also, I’m pretty sure that Joe bribed Madame Dabney into making them dance in C&A but HEY.  THAT’S NOT OFFICIAL. THATS JUST THE SHAMELESS ZAMMIE SHIPPER IN ME.
  • Anyways, I’m fairly certain that the main reason Joe kept pushing them together is because he wanted them to team up and form an alliance because he knew that they would work well together and that, together, they’d be one of the strongest teams out there.  Cam and Zach challenge each other time and time again, and Joe has sworn to teach those two as much as he can before they leave the safety of his classroom.  Part of that vow was making sure that they had people in their lives who would help them continue to grow, even if he wasn’t around to make sure it happened.  Whether he meant for it to end romantically or not isn’t as important as the fact that he loves them both, and he wants them safe, and he knew that they would watch out for one another. In the end, romance probably had very little to do with his motives.
  • But Zach is a good kisser so
‘Online Arrangement’ PSA

So a lot of incoming SB’s have sent me messages concerning ‘online only’ arrangements and I just want to make a post addressing that.

First Off:

Yes, they are possible, but r a r e. You dolls have to understand that sugaring is and has always been, sex work. The base principal of sugaring is companionship (physical or sexual, isn’t always both) and you can’t really provide that through a computer screen. These men want to be in the company of a pretty lady either because they’re too old, too busy, or too unhappy with their life. You can talk through a computer and get to know someone, yes, but you can’t exactly provide direct companionship.


If you only want an ‘online’ arrangement, break it down into what you’re going to be doing. Basically, in most cases, you’re going to be camming for someone who is either too busy or too nervous to actually physically have sex/be with a sugar baby. Camming is a great job, but most SD’s will lowball the hell out of you when having an ‘online’ arrangement so consider doing camming instead of online arrangements. You’ll make way better money for the same thing.


Most SD’s dislike the idea of online arrangements, but that’s not to say there aren’t any out there that want one! You will, most likely, receive some negative feedback from SD’s but if you truly want an online arrangement - be kind, polite, direct in what you seek, and be willing to wait for your perfect SD to show up! Don’t give up! Keep sugaring, dolly xo

Fuck Insurance

Insurance is one of the biggest problems in the world. If we did not have it the world would be a better place.

#1 It’s a scam. most forms of insurance are mandatory. The companies went to the government and said hey make this mandatory here is some money. So now you no longer have the choice of rather than pay someone in case you have an accident…save your own money so you can pay for the accident yourself.

Most people with insurance pay for accidents themselves anyway because using insurance makes insurance costs rise, so it’s cheaper in the long run to just pay it yourself. So it forces people who have accidents and can afford it to pay twice and people who don’t have any accidents pay anyway. It’s basically a tax.

Most insurance that is not mandatory is used to trick dumb people out of their hard earned money by scaring them into giving away money for protections nobody needs.

#2 Insurance scammers. These people use scams to scam you even more. The people who run up and smash themselves into your car, or who brake suddenly so you rear end them. These people do it because frankly the system sucks and it works for them. They get rewarded for it. Again people don’t want their insurance to go up so a lot pay these scumbags to go away. And the ones who do use their insurance now have to pay more of it because some shithead wanted free money. And this isn’t the only way insurance makes life more expensive.

Look at these fuckin idiots. How would you like to shell out tons of cash to one of these winners. 

My favourite are the ones who lay down and put their heads in the way almost killing themselves while trying to pretend to hurt themselves. And there isn’t much you can really do about it aside from dash cams…and even then you could still have to defend yourself in court which could cost you even if you/the insurance company win. And hey maybe they made it look convincing enough to win money…unlike the dipshits in the video.

#3 They avoid paying you when you actually need it. Insurance companies don’t give a fuck about you or your problems. If you buy insurance and actually legitimately need to make a claim, they will put you through hell and try to avoid paying any way they can. For example they divide coverage into several policies each of which covers a range of very specific events. This is to force you to pay more by buying more expensive plans because basic ones don’t cover a few basic protections. Then what they do is they don’t make it clear what exactly you are covered for. They are very deceptive in making you think you’re covered in certain scenarios because most people will never experience the scenario. But if you do, surprise you’re not actually covered for that and have been paying us this whole time for no reason…and now have to pay to deal with whatever problem you have anyway.

For example I had a family member who spent most of their life paying into a life insurance policy. When they died the insurance company said that the way that he died wasn’t covered. Nobody explained to him even as he was dying that he was not in fact covered if he died of cancer. He died thinking his family would be getting that money and they didn’t. Oh and since you’re dead you never find out and so they don’t have to deal with you, most families are too busy grieving to go after the insurance company.

Also if you have home insurance to protect against things like robberies, did you know that the insurance company gets to decide how much to give you for what was lost? They’ll try to screw you if you don’t have the bills for things, but even if you do they can look at it and say okay that item may have cost you $500 but we think it’s only worth $200 today so that’s what you get. So if you do manage to get paid in the event of a loss it likely wont be enough to replace what was lost.

Oh and if there is ever a major need for insurance like a natural disaster…it is classified an act of God and they don’t pay anybody anything.

#4 It causes inflation. Do you know how cheap healthcare would be if it were not for insurance? Insurance allows gouging. Hey if your insurance company pays for it I’m going to get all this unnecessary shit done, and they’ll be charged way more than someone would pay out of pocket. Which is why out of pocket costs are so beyond what most people can afford, insurance drove the costs up.

#5 It causes socialism. Most people don’t know how insurance works or how it causes inflation so they simply blame the wrong systems. They blame capitalism, or privatization or free market exchange. In reality free exchange drives down costs, it’s insurance that prevents it in certain fields. In reality the cheapest easiest way to do healthcare is insurance free private healthcare. In newly capitlizing countries that primarily do pay per visit costs are low. You can walk into a dentist or doctors office similar to the ones we have and get the works for $20. Thanks to years of conducting it through insurance the same visit could put you in serious debt. So in a way you could say that all the people whose lives were ruined by huge bills or who died unable to pay for treatment is indirectly the fault of insurance.

Yet as it stands America is held up as the gold standard for private healthcare and the exorbitant cost of healthcare in America not only fuels desire for socialized medicine in America but it is held up as a scare tactic for the rest of the western world to keep them satisfied with their broken inferior health systems. Like a giant straw boogeyman. Don’t privatize healthcare…you don’t want to be like America do you!? In Canada for example people hate their healthcare system, all they do is complain about how little their doctors care, how expensive everything is, how long they have to wait in line and for appointments and how incompetent and understaffed hospitals are. Unless of course they are comparing it to America in which case they suddenly all are very proud of it and wouldn’t give it up for anything and will elect a corrupt moron as long as the other guy even hinted at wanting to change it. And since socialism slowly ruins societies you could make the case that insurance indirectly leads to societal ruin.

Fuck insurance companies I hope every single one goes out of business and everyone after that who wants to start a new one gets hit by a bus. That would never happen though because it’s illegal to not give them your money…thanks government, how would we create monopolies for services we don’t even want without you. 

chasingshhadows  asked:

If you're serious about the nekkid part, I've got a friend making $$ doing the cam girl thing. I talked her into it bc she hated her job and kept saying she wanted to start earning money off the creeps who objectify her. $$ varies each time but she works whenever she wants, makes tips, and is bringing in a couple hundred a week while working full time at a salon too. Aaaand she's got a committed bf who's in the loop. So, just things to think about

I’ve considered camming in the past actually, but the customer service/emotional labour aspects of it really put me off. It’s one of the reasons I quit stripping back in the day - getting nekkid is easy as pie, pretending to give a shit about dudes is the hard part.

Good on your friend, though - I’m glad it’s working out for her :)

polizwrites  asked:

Writing Ask: 14. What’s the most research you ever put into a fic? 35. Tell some backstory details about one of your characters in The Prize 50. Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had.

14. What’s the most research you ever put into a fic? 

All the science stuff to make Tony sound smart in Celestial Navigation, probably, though I did put a lot into AHFoW, particularly writing the battle and swordfight scene.  Believe it or not, there are not many literary swordfights.  Reason being, they are freaking hard to write.  It is a seriously short list.  So, that took a bit of doing. 

35. Tell some backstory details about one of your characters in The Prize.

You probably want Steve or Tony, but eh-eh. Not yet, lol.

Cam is based on Cameron Klein from CA:TWS, who you will remember as the guy who told Rumlow no, b/c “Captain’s orders.”  He was born a slave, so gives an interesting contrast to Steve, I think.  He’s more or less trying to work within the system, not take down the system.  

If you look at Cam and sort of imagine him as a 14 year old, you can probably see why Zola thought he’d be Stane’s type b/c Uncle Creepy Groomer is definitely my headcanon for Obie. 

Still The One

Request:  Hey! Can you do an imagine where Y/N and Aaron dated for a year during the first magcon and then broke up but they recently became close friends again, and they realise they really miss each other and wanna try dating again? Sorry if it’s confusing lmao

a/n; Aaron is one of my favs, I love him dearly 

Word Count: 533

Pairing: Aaron Carpenter X Reader

Y/N’s P.O.V

“Did you want to come to magcon with me?” I read and reread the message from Aaron about a hundred times. Do I want to go? It would feel like a flashback of when we were dating… “Yes, of course!” I replied before I could stop myself. I guess I should get packing…

Aaron’s  P.O.V

Cam laughed as I sat there chewing my lip nervously. I glared at him which only made him laugh harder. My head snapped up when I heard her, “Aaron!” Y/N  shouted running over to me, I smiled at the feeling of holding her in my arms again. No, Aaron, she’s your best friend you can’t think of her like that anymore. “It feels like it’s been forever.” She laughed pulling back, I nodded and watched as she hugged Cam. 

“So are you excited to see the some of the other guys again?” Cam asked her as we walked to the car, I was listening but not speaking as my mind wandered off to the “what if’s”. I shook the thought out of my head, she doesn’t want to date again, does she?

Y/N’s P.O.V

“Of course I’m excited to see them, even the new guys.” I answered Cameron. I looked over at Aaron who looked like he was having an internal battle with himself. “You okay?” I asked making him jump slightly, he tilted his head down to look at me, “Yeah, I’m good.” He answered simply. I shook off his attitude and continued to make conversation with Cam, not knowing what was bothering Aaron. 


It was finally day one of the magcon weekend. I stayed off to the side of where Aaron was meeting fans, some of them recognizing me from when we were a couple and others asking if I could take pictures for them, which I agreed to happily, I love seeing how happy he makes the fans and vice versa. 

“Are you and Aaron back together?” I heard a girl ask from behind me, I put a small smile on my face turning around, “No we’re not.” I answered, “Good.” She remarked flipping her completely over done hair. It looks like she has 100′s of dollars worth of extensions in her hair and makeup on her face. 

“Why is that good?” I asked not dropping her remark. “Why should he be with someone like you?” She sassed back at me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Aaron walking over. He threw an arm around my shoulders pulling me towards him. “How’s everything over here, babe?” He asked me knowing the fan was listening. She closed her mouth and gave me a dirty look before walking off to the next boy in the line. 

“Why did you-” he cut me off, “Y/N.” He said, I closed my mouth and looked at him waiting for him to continue. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine, immediately I responded by wrapping my arms around his neck. I heard girls screaming in excitement. I pulled back leaning my forehead against his, “You’re still the one.” He said reading my mind, I nodded a smile covering my face. He’s still the one..

cafewoozi  asked:

Not sure if you're still doing the ship thing! ^^ But WinkDeep???? (also coughCOUGH BONUS: you and jonghyun hahaha jk~ you don't have to do it if you don't want c:)

I am~ My ask will always be open for this and any other of these kinds of posts I reblog, you’ll just have to remind me which one.


who cooks normally?: Jihoon.

how often do they fight?: Honestly, almost never. Maybe Jinyoung steals that weird hat Jihoon wore in Jisung and Woojin’s cam and claims that it’s for Jihoon’s own good so Jihoon gets upset and they make up right away.

what do they do when they’re away from each other?: Think about each other. Jinyoung probably wants to bite Jihoon for being too cute again while Jihoon just wants cuddles and to be alone with Jinyoung.

nicknames for each other?: the cutest names ever omg. Jihoon calls Jinyoung weird, unexlainable pet names like cookie or boobear, but his ordinary pet names for Jinyoung are Baebae or boo. Jinyoung calls Jihoon cutie, brownie (because Jihoon’s cookie name for him), and boo. Basically they call each other boo. 

who is more likely to pay for dinner?: I’d have to say Jinyoung.

who steals the covers at night?: Probably both, but mostly Jinyoung. Jihoon would let it go, act like nothing happened (okay but that UP10TION reference).

what would they get each other for gifts?: Jinyoung gets Jihoon candy and sends sweet texts. Probably gives more hugs and cuddles than usual. Jihoon gives him matching couple things like mugs, jewelry, sweaters, etc. 

who remembers things?: Jihoon. Although, he forgets almost as much as Jinyoung does. 

who cusses more?: Jinyoung.

what would they do if the other one was hurt?: Jinyoung would take care of Jihoon like he was a newborn baby. Gentle and caring, feeds the boy even when he’s not hungry. Jihoon would be worried, making sure Jinyoung gets enough rest. Basically they treat wach other the same but Jihoon is more calmer.

who kissed who first?: Jinyoung kissed Jihoon first. Honestly couldn’t help it (I mean, remember when he bit Jihoon?). Meanwhile Jihoon is super shy.

who made the first move?: Jihoon. Suggested they go on a walk for a bit and Jinyoun went all “is this a date?!” while Jihoon gets shy. 

who started the relationship?: Jinyoung. Approached him and introduced himself while Jihoon got shy because he’s new to strangers (honestly this boy is shy either way)

SunHyun [Summer (Sunny aka me) and Jonghyun)

who cooks normally?: Summer because she likes to cook but Jonghyun helps her anyways.

how often do they fight?: A little bit, but not too much, actually. During a bigger fight(?) Summer probably becomes dramatic or Jonghyun is stressed. Summer probably is the one who snaps while Jonghyun just listens quietly. Doesn’t say anything during arguments until the end because Summer never stops.

what do they do when they’re away from each other?: Jonghyun probably wonders if she’s okay, texting her a few times before telling himself to quit worrying. Summer is the same way, responds right away and thinks about him all day; just wanting to cuddle and kiss him.

nicknames for each other?: Summer calls him babe (cliche and not creative, i know), bugi, onibugi, hyunie, and bugibear (probably the best one). Jonhyun calls Summer: Sun, sum, babe, princess (cliche as well but i like it), and sunnybear (couple names are cute omg).

who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Jonghyun because Summer keeps insisting that she’ll pay.

who steals the covers at night?: Summer, but then she remembers she shares a bed so she tries to give Jonghyun some blanket but he just refuses and lets her steal them.

what would they get each other for gifts?: Summer gets him some matching couple things, handmade cards and collages. Sends long texts. Probably gives him more kisses. Jonghyun wold give more cuddles, kisses, hugs, etc. Calls Summer just to tell her he loves her. 

who remembers things?: Jonghyun. That’s not even a question.

who cusses more?: Summer. This isn’t even a question either. The answer is obvious.

what would they do if the other one was hurt?: Summer would go mom-mode and pester him about being sick/hurt and would take care of him but give him cuddles and kisses. If he’s sick, he insists she doesn’t cuddle or kiss him or else she’ll get sick but she never listens (when does she ever tho?). Jonghyun would be a wreck too, making sure Summer’s okay. He’d probably do the same thing she did, kiss her and cuddle with her to make her feel better. Listens to her when she’s sick and tells him not to cuddle with her so that he won’t get sick (but she sometimes lets him because who doesn’t want cuddles?).

who kissed who first?: Depends on the scenario. Summer probably did though because she couldn’t help it. 

who made the first move?: Summer. Hesitantly suggested they go see a movie together as a date and when he agreed she just got even more shy.

who started the relationship?: Jonghyun. Talked to Summer first.

A/N: I can’t believe I actually wrote about myself and Jonghyun wow. Thanks for sending in the ask Bonnie~ ilysm~ 

Send me a ship and I’ll answer these questions~

Cameron Dallas - My lady


I was standing in the line with my beanie low so it covered my whole forehead and I had my hair in my face so no one could easily recognize me. I could already see the tables where the guys were sitting. I was so excited to see Cameron, he had been away for a few weeks with the Magcon tour and I was missing him so badly that I decided to surprise him. I booked a flight and went after him. I stood in the line to really make it a surprise for him. 

“Are you Y/N?” a girl asked who was behind me. My eyes went wide, I didn’t want to get noticed. Before I could react she continued. “Oh my God it’s you!”

“No, shh don’t freak out, I want to surprise Cam!” I hissed trying to keep it down. A fee other girls turned to us and looked at me in awe. “Please don’t ruin it!” I pleaded looking around. 

“Sure, it’s so sweet,” she smiled at me. “Can I videotape it?” I laughed nodding slightly. 

“Yeah, why not.”

Ten minutes later there was only one person before me and everyone who recognized me was so excited to witness our reunion. Cam was signing a photo and then smiled at the girl. His eyes shifted to me and as he realized who he was looking at his jaw dropped. 

“Holy shit,” he breathed out as I smiled at him innocently.

“Surprise!” I laughed softly. He finally snapped out of his frozen state and jumping over the table he pulled me into a tight hug. 

Everyone around us broke out in a loud “aww” and Cam not even caring how many people were watching us just pressed his lips to mine. 

“This is the best meet&greet ever!” someone shouted and I could feel everyone’s eyes on us. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked after pulling away. “Not that I complain,” he added chuckling. 

“I just really missed you,” I told him pouting my lips. “I took off a few days from work, I can stay for a bit if you want me to.”

“Hell yeah!” he laughed pulling me closer for anothe kiss. “But since you didnt warn me, you have to share my room with me,” he whispered into my ears so no one could hear it.

“I’m down with it,” I grinned at him winking.

After our romantic reunion everyone wanted to take a photo with us, so we posed until the line got to its end and the meet&greet was over. 

“Have to admit, it’s pretty tiring,” I sighed when I was finally be able to sit down for more than half a minute.

“But exciting as well,” he smirked at me standing in front of me. “Do you want to have dinner somewhere?” he asked taking my hands in his and he started to play with my fingers like he always did.

“No, can we just go to the room?” I asked with my puppy eyes. I wasn’t really up to some more socializing, I just wanted to cuddle and get some sleep since I was a bit jetlagged from my flight. I came from the airport straight to the hotel, I didn’t even have the chance to pee, I was in a rush, I was afraid I would miss the event and my surprise wouldnt have been this awesome that way.

“We can do whatever you want,” he smiled at me leaning down and pecked my lips.

“Okay, lovebirds, take it up to your room!” Aaron commented pretending to vomit making everyone laugh.

“Oh, don’t worry, we were just about to do it,” Cam informed him pulling me up from the chair. “If anyone needs me, I’ll be with my lady taking care of his needs.”

My eyes went wide at his bold comment and I smacked him at his shoulder as all the boys cheered at him. 

“Cam, that’s so inappropriate!” I told him but I was also smiling.

“It was the truth. So come on, we have a lot of catch up to do,” he said grabbing my hand and pulled me towards the elevators as the guys started to clap while we exited the room.

Room for Two? {N.H}

Requested: Yes

Word count: 2,774
Rating: R
Summary: usually camp is just a wholesome kind of fun, but as your second year as a counselor instead of a camper, your campmate Niall switches it up a little.

You readjust your cap as you head back down the dirt path, smiling at the thought of how you used to be just like the fourteen year-old girls who begged for cabin transfers. Not that it mattered, you thought. They’d just sneak over to each other’s cabins, anyway. On the path opposite yours, you hear obnoxious bellowing and laughing, knowing that it could only be the only other campmate you had still present at camp.


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i just realized cam was the one who published all the lies about sherlock in order to ruin his reputation too which he surely realized & obviously they wanted to make it uber obvious sherlock killed him for john so they didnt mention that or include the creepy hospital scene but wow he really had every reason to kill cam

Bayroot Academy Part 4

I hope y’all enjoy this, and thank you to those who have waited patiently!

A few days after thanksgiving Cameron and I saw a very bloated Andrew Cox weighing down the back two seats of George’s golf cart while we were lounging around by the lake. Both of the two huge men took up all 4 seats in the cart, and it looked like a tight squeeze. Cameron said it looked like George was taking him to the teacher’s apartments, and I hoped that Mr. Cox wouldn’t run into dad anytime soon. Not that Mr. Cox looked like he’ll be doing any running anytime soon; the man must have been well over 450 lbs.

Speaking of dad, nobody’s heard of him since that text he sent me after Thanksgiving; he didn’t even call on Christmas. That was a bummer, I really wanted to feast again with him. Not to mention that nobody even exchanged gifts this year, we had all spent our money on food back when Bayroot Academy still charged for it. But the school did give us new toilets and beds, both reinforced so we wouldn’t break any more. I actually don’t know of anyone who hasn’t broken anything due to their new girth. Also every room was upgraded with new food machines in the closets not too long after Christmas. Those machines we’re long overdue, in my opinion.  Living with only a pizza button and a soda fountain is basically living like cavemen.

I think February first was a few days ago, but I’m not too sure. I don’t care about what day it is, there’s no need to anymore. Larry, Cameron, Ross, and I haven’t left our dorm room in at least a week, except to go to the bathroom. I’m not sure if the bathroom even counts anymore, though. We have our servants roll us in large rolling office chairs down the hall to the communal bathrooms. That’s becoming a hassle, though. The chairs pinch my fat rolls and my server always runs out of breath pushing me. All the servers are muscular, they shouldn’t have that big of a problem with someone my size. I’m not even that huge yet.

The four of us in our room went and got weighed today. Nobody was less than 350lbs, but that wasn’t a surprise. We haven’t done anything except eat and play video games since New Year’s. And when I say we eat, I mean it. I can’t go more than 5 minutes without getting hungry, no matter how many fried chickens, pizzas, or gallons of ice cream I eat. Anyone can guess why my gut’s huge and covered in stretch marks, or why my fat rolls hide all sorts of shit in them, or why my moobs remind me of grapefruits. Our servants still bring us new clothes but I can’t tell you what size any of us are. We stopped taking the time to put on clothes weeks ago. We’re all basically blobs of lard in various sizes, and have seen each other naked countless times so the nudity doesn’t bother us. Putting on the clothes makes us sweatier than we already are, and it takes up time that we frankly don’t have. We’re growing boys.

Sex is different now, too. Nobody tops or bottoms anymore, that was soooo 50lbs ago. If we’re horny we just jack each other off. It doesn’t matter who, we’ve done in front of each other so many times that it’s irrelevant. I’m not sure if Ross and I are still together, to be honest. I still love him, but there’s no reason to stay committed to just him and we both understand that. Ross is still hot as hell, if not even more. He’s so fat and hairy, I love laying on all 396lbs of him. Everything about him is just so bloated and big. The way he can stuff himself all day and still want to be jerked off before bed is amazing to me. Cam and Larry have gotten so fine, too. If you saw Cameron’s belly you’d think he swallowed a bouncy castle, the way he holds fat is ridiculous. His limbs and face are chubby, but are no match for his gargantuan gut. Larry’s more evenly distributed but definitely has the biggest thighs and ass out of all of us. Sometimes when we’re gaming he’ll want to play Fifa, but his professional soccer career has been swallowed by pounds and pounds of blubber.

At least, that’s what his two muscular older brothers told him when they came to visit. They teased Larry so hard, constantly jiggling his titties and laughing at how fat he’d gotten. The thought that Larry had ever played soccer was hilarious. Well, it was hilarious to them- until they got ahold of some of Bayroot’s food. After the brothers’ first box of donuts here the two of them didn’t say a single word about Larry’s weight. Not until right before they left that night to go stay in the teacher’s apartments and said they’ll be Larry’s size in no time if they don’t stop eating soon.  Something similar happened when Ross’ college football player cousin came to visit and Cameron’s dad pretty much had the same reaction as mine during his visit (but with a lot more “You’ve always been a disappointment” added into the mix). Even Bernie’s red-headed best friend from back home ended up staying the night in the teach-

Oh shit I forgot about Bernie! He went and looked for his friend the day after his visit and never came back. His servant disappeared as well, it was all sort of funny at the time. Every time one of us got a text from our relative(s) saying they’re leaving to help George, we just laughed it off. We laughed even harder when we got the text from Bernie.

Bernie was actually the first one of the students here to end up in the teacher’s apartments. Lately it hasn’t been unusual for guys to waddle in and not come out. It’s been bugging Ross a lot, too. I just don’t know what to do because I love it here in the dorm, but he constantly wants to go check the situation out. We had a huge fight about it this morning, ending with him saying he’s going to go inspect the teacher’s apartments first thing tomorrow. The whole argument was really awkward because I couldn’t stand up to storm out on him, and I really wanted to. But it’s been awhile since my I’ve walked on my own and I wasn’t in the mood to give Ross the satisfaction of watching me try. Anyways now he’s sleeping on the floor. Not that it matters, he’s so fat and soft that the hard floor is hardly a punishment.

It’s getting late and I can hear all 700+ lbs of Cam and Larry shaking their reinforced bed on the other side of the room. They’re probably making out or something, it’s too dark to tell and all of their sloppy sounds sound the same. I really hate Ross being mad at me, all the pizza in the world can’t help fix how selfish I feel, but that doesn’t stop me from stuffing myself with Meat Lover’s. I understand that he wants to figure out what’s going on, but I don’t want to lose him. I want to feel our huge bellies bumping and grinding, and I miss the feel of my double chin on his overstuffed chest. There’s nothing I can do to stop him, but I’m too anxious to go with him. I don’t want to lose everything we have here, but I also don’t want to lose him. I binge until I fall asleep, trying to fill the void.


Ross left this morning and brought his servant with him. I’m glad he didn’t try to walk across campus himself, I’m not sure if he could make it.

It’s about 5:00 pm when I get the text.

“I’ll be helping George with something for a while in the teacher’s apartments. Don’t worry about me while I’m gone.” Don’t worry? He thinks I won’t worry? And why did this text come today and not tomorrow morning like all the others? Something’s not right.

“Cam, Larry,” I start, “Something’s not right. I just got Ross’ text.”

“Already?” Cam says, his huge, stuffed gut jiggles when he speaks. Both he and Larry give me looks that I think show concern. It’s hard to tell with their faces being so bloated.

“Yeah, I’m worried. What if he’s not okay? We both knew what he was getting into when he decided to leave, but I didn’t expect to be so scared for him.” I say, hearing my voice wiggle with nerves.

“Maybe you should go too, Connor,” Larry suggests. “I’m sure it’s nothing, and what if he’s having fun? You could be together right now but you’re lying here, worrying.” Larry’s got a point. It could be nothing and we fought for nothing. What if all this negativity is for nothing? And he did say not to worry, so he could actually be fine. But I have to know for sure.

“You know what? Fuck it, I’m going. I’m guessing you two don’t want to come?” I ask, hoping they’ll correct me and say they do.

They look at each other and shake their heads. “I don’t think so… We’re still trying to see if we can break these beds.” Cam says. I’m disappointed but I know I can do this myself. At least I’ll be with Ross if anything bad happens.

I call my servant in and tell him to retrieve my rolling chair. He does, and he helps me get in. He puts his muscular arms under my fat chest and lifts me into the chair. He feels like muscle, and I cringe. I’m so used to feeling nothing but fat all the time that muscle feels strange. I have a feeling that I used to be skinnier like that, but I can’t remember.  With one last goodbye to Cam and Larry, my servant and I are off.

Servants are kind of weird. They won’t answer your questions or even acknowledge that you spoke, but as soon as you want them to push your gargantuan ass around campus on a rolling chair, they’re on it. Even if it means a 10 minute walk being turned into a 30 minute one completed with laborious breathing and a fatty (me) who keeps making you stop for food at abandoned food kiosks. I like to think the servants enjoy it, though. Nine times out of ten you can catch them sporting banana sized hard-ons.

After a long stroll and a few stop, we arrive at the main doors of the teaching apartments. Something seems off. The campus seems deserted, it’s like no one’s been on campus in months. But I know that’s not true, sometimes I run into other students when using the bathroom. There’s a light coating of snow on everything outside, but I’m not cold. I feel like a whale coated in blubber, staying warm. It’s eerily silent, and the only disturbance to the snow is my servant’s. As if everything else wasn’t creepy enough, the wind is picking up and is whistling through the trees. A glop of ice cream falls off my spoon and lands between two stretch marks on my belly. I haven’t moved in a minute or so, the ice cream brings me back to my senses. I wipe it off with my finger and my belly jiggles.

“Open the doors and push me in.” I tell my servant. He obeys. As I’m pushed in, I remember that I’m still at school and that I’m supposed to be wearing clothes. Fuck it. It’s a good thing the room is empty. I can feel my heart beat harder than usual. I don’t think I’m supposed to be in this entrance hall, I feel unwelcomed. “Ummmmm,” I say to my servant, it’s so silent. “Just, um, pus-“ I’m interrupted by a noise that sounds mechanic. It’s coming from the hallway running parallel to the welcoming desk that leads to the actual apartments. The noise grows louder as a cylindrical machine on wheels rolls around the corner. It looks like some kind of modified vacuum cleaner that someone attached a screen to. My heart beats faster, I may be having a heart attack, or it may be nerves. I’m not sure. The screen on wheels is coming closer, and I can see a hugely obese man on the screen. He looks like he’s at least 800 lbs, maybe more. I can only see his chest and up.

“Hey Connor, I see you’ve come to visit the teacher’s apartments!” The voice is low and slow and the sound quality of the machine is poor. But I recognize that voice from somewhere. The man sounds like he’s thinking of the words he’s saying as he’s saying them. I’ll never forget the first time I thought that, the first time I saw him walk on stage.

“George, is that you? You’re gigantic! You look great!” I say enthusiastically as memories flood my brain. Not leaving the dorms for a while will give you some sort of amnesia, I guess. It is nice to see George still out and about, despite all the fat he’s gained. And I’m sure he understands the whole struggle behind clothes, so I should be safe with the whole naked thing.

“Thank you Connor, I guess I have put on a few.” Gigantic George tells me. He takes a bite out of a hamburger being fed to him by a skinny pair of hands. Meat falls out of the buns and gets stuck between his chins. He’s so fat. “Why don’t you come with me? I have something you’ll want to see.” I’m not sure if I do want to see it, but the machine turns around and my servant follows suit. It’s like he knows what to do, like he’s been previously instructed. That’s not really unusual for servants, though.

As I’m wheeled down the carpeted halls, I can’t help but think about where he’s taking me. I just want to see Ross, to know that he’s okay. I’m too worried to say anything. My belly grumbles, wanting food. I want food.

The three of us stop at the door labeled “Stairs”. I really don’t want to climb them, but if it means seeing Ross, I’ll heft my fat ass up there.

“Behind this door,” George starts, “Is the rest of your life. From this point on, you’ll be helping with causes you never thought you’d be able to help with. Your father and Ross are already here, helping out. Because of some legal junk, we need you to verbally say that you want to participate in the future of not only America, but the future of the world.”

“I do, if it means I get to see Ross… and my dad. Let’s get this over with.” I insist. The thought of getting to see dad again gives me the extra bit of willpower I need. I want to be with them again, I don’t care how many staircases I have to climb. I don’t even understand how hauling my blubber upstairs will help the future of the world, but I’m not really in a position to ask questions. He has my loved ones.

George’s gigantic face looks surprised. “I don’t think you understand how long of a process this is, but if you’re sure, follow me.” Oh dear lord, there’s more than one staircase. I’m not sure if I can do this, I’m already sweating just thinking about it. My servant opens the door and the screen machine wheels in. I’m pushed in right after.

There are no stairs in this room, and I’m instantly relieved. Relieved, but confused. The room is spacious, and definitely not a stairwell. It’s the size of a very large ballroom, and tiled wall to wall with dark grey tile. The florescent lights are dim, but I can still see the rows and rows of large hospital beds in the low amount of light. Hospital bed may be an understatement, actually. These things are wide, supported mattresses with tubes, wires, and lights flashing, completed with a sleek, modern design. There must be at least 500 beds, if not more. Some of them are unoccupied, but most have super obese men hooked up and lying in the beds. As we stroll through the rows and rows of beds, I see that halfway through the room there’s what looks to be a lengthy feeding trough that dissects the large room into a front and back half. Many fat men are on their hands and knees, feeding from long feeding trough filled with a mixture of greasy, fatty foods and desserts. They look like pigs, their obese faces hidden among the food, but most of the men at the trough are not nearly as big as the 600+ pounders in the beds. I can hear the men moaning in pleasure, feeding themselves into bliss. I see a wide ass sticking out at me that I’m almost certain is Ross’, but I can’t be sure in the dim light. I want to check, but I’m not in control. Muscular men dressed as servants run, literally run, around, assumedly taking care of their individual fatties. A few are fucking the fat asses of the men eating at the trough. I’m rolled to a bed in the far left of the room, the bed that very obese George now resides in. The screen machine seats itself next to the bed and shuts off.

“Well well well, Connor, looks like you made the right decision.” Georges informs me, his talking is shallow, like he’s not getting enough air. His servant is feeding him hamburgers and my stomach growls, loudly. My servant runs off. “This facility is one of the first one of many. It’s part of a government initiative to grant world peace, starting off first with America. Here we are testing if this method of sedation works, and so far it seems to be. Bayroot Academy is just one of many private schools helping save the future of our world, and we applaud your effort.” My servant arrives with a sheet cake, but no fork. I’m so hungry that I begin eating with my hands. Cake falls out of my mouth and all over my lard filled body. George continues “You see, after we tested the food with our special ingredient in it on your school, and it was successful, we decided it was time to build this Phase Two Room back here where we knew none of you fat pigs would dare come. During phase two, we get you all fattened to the perfect size, and then transport you to back home, to your fatty upgraded houses during Phase Three. And any visitors who almost got in the way were just added into the program. Here at the United States Military believe that a fat country is a happy country. I know this must be a shock for you, but probably not because you’re so pumped up with F.A.T’s special ingredient to realize the extent of everything going on. So if you don’t have any questions, you’re free to go eat to your fat heart’s content.”

“Before I go I just want to know, George, why are you gaining so much if you’re running the operation here?” I ask. It would make more sense for him to be skinny if he were to efficiently run this place.

“Well, I never wanted to take part in this segment of the operation,” he gestures to his huge body, “ I was supposed to just be in charge of this school’s new ‘nutrition plan’. But a few months before the school year started, I accidentally ate some of the test subjects’ food. Everything can’t go exactly as planned, and the military decided it might be good to have someone who can relate to your growing bodies, so I got to stay in charge. If you’re curious, here’s a picture of me before all of this.” George’s servant stops feeding him and shows me a picture of a very handsome, very fit man standing in front of a cake. The man in the picture is smiling. I look back at George; I can’t believe that they’re the same person. Everything finally makes sense, but I don’t really care. I’m hungry.

“Thank you for this,” I say. “Let’s go to the trough, servant. Over by Ross. And when I’m full we’ll find Dad.” George says he’ll see me around, and my servant wheels me off. We pass a lot of the beds on the way to the trough.

I look down a random row. There’s a man with salt and pepper hair who must be at least 650 lbs. His mouth is agape, with a tube transporting thick liquid down his throat, and his eyes are closed. His belly covers most of his lap, and his arms are the size of basket balls. I think that this man must’ve once been someone’s son, someone’s father, but has ballooned now past those capabilities. He’s a pig now.

Next to him are two Hispanic guys who could be twins. It’s hard to tell with how fat they are, but they’re at least brothers.  They too, have tubes down their throats, but their eyes are open and their servants are playing with their dense man boobs. They’re smaller than the older man next to them, but not by much. The two fat piles of blubber should catch up in no time.

To their right, a large black guy is waking up and taking the tube out of his throat. He must be waking up from a dream because he’s asking the slightly less morbidly obese red-head in the next bed over when his next workout is supposed to be.  It’s clear this guy hasn’t worked out it at least 400 lbs, I doubt he can even stand up. The red-head laughs at his friend, his fat rippling throughout his enormous figure.

And lastly, on the right of the red-head lies a man who could be Ross. For a second I believe it is, but this guy weighs at least 200 more lbs than Ross did yesterday. There’s no way it could be him, but they both have the same ex-football player look to them. I guess that look never really goes away, despite how many fat rolls your body forms. And this man has a lot of fat rolls.

We keep going and my servant rolls me next to Ross.  I can see the servant texting on my phone out of the corner of my eye, but I ignore it; I’ve got more important things to do. I drop my empty sheet cake plate, fall to the floor, stick my head in the trough, and kiss Ross’ blubbery, food covered cheek. He looks over at me and smiles. We look into each other’s eyes before shoving our faces into the lard-filled food that smells so good.

I can’t help but think that we were always destined to be like this.



It’s July, and Connor’s brother, Jeremy is worried. He calls Bayroot Academy’s police station and reports his brother and dad missing. The police say they were intending to inspect the school the next day, and tell Jeremy that he’s invited to come investigate with them if he wants.

The next day Jeremy meets Head Police Officer Darren Wilkins at the front door of the teacher’s apartments at Bayroot Academy around high noon.

“Hey, you must be Jeremy,” Wilkins greets, “I’m officer Wilkens. My men have already inspected the rest of the place, and we found some pretty weird stuff. Here, I’ll tell you about it as we look through this place.”

As the two men enter the building, Darren Wilkins takes a large bite out of a churro he got from the police’s nutritionist, Tom. Tom is the F.A.P.’s representative for the police in that area. So far, Feeding America’s Police had been doing an amazing job with keeping their police well fed. Jeremy and Wilkins follow a well-worn trail that had imprinted itself in the carpet from overuse. It leads them to the back stairwell, but the door is locked. Wilkins takes the last bite of his churro and takes notice of his tightening uniform. By no account is Wilkins unattractive, many would consider his light brown hair and hazel eyes a compliment to his handsome features, but he has been a little more overindulgent than he should be as of late. Officer Wilkins isn’t the only one with a shrunken uniform, though. It hasn’t been a rare occurrence for the police officers to exchange their uniforms for a bigger one. ‘There must be something wrong with that new washing machine Tom brought in,’ Officer Wilkins thought to himself.

Wilkins tries to open the door. Locked. “Stand back,” he tells Jeremy. “I’m going to bust down the door.” With a strong strike, Wilkins is able to kick in the door, but loses a few buttons in the process. His gut bounces out of the bottom of his shirt, and his zipper is slowly forced down. If Wilkins were wearing his police belt, that would have busted open too, but it hadn’t fit that morning when he tried buckling it. Wilkins normally isn’t a man to not follow protocol, but Tom insisted that it was okay to go one little day without it on.

Embarrassedly, Wilkins adjusts his clothes and Jeremy politely pretends not to notice. The men walk in. “What in the damn hell is this!” Wilkins exclaims. All around them are grossly obese, naked men. Many of the pigs are being wheeled out in large beds, like some sort of evacuation. In the back, two guys holding hands, one with an abnormally huge gut for someone his size and a Hispanic one with amazing thighs, who both must weigh at least 800lbs, are being wheeled out side to side. Behind them are two more giants being rolled out. One is a strikingly average fatass and the other’s a larger one with an ex-football player’s build. Their servants take tubes out of their mouths and roll their beds closer, so they can get one blubberous kiss in before they leave together.

A cylindrical machine with a screen rolls up to the two men at the doorway. The screen has an impossibly fat man displayed on it. “Hello”, the enormous man on the screen says. “Welcome to Bayroot Academy. Would you like something to eat?”

Darren Wilkins is overwhelmed with the smell of amazing food coming from the room. “Boy would I ever!” Wilkins responds, suddenly disregarding everything abnormal about the situation. Jeremy is reluctant, and feels like he’s in some sort of horror film, but the food smells so good.

“I guess I could use a bite to eat.” Jeremy says through gritted teeth. His stomach growls as George tells the men to follow him.


Feel free to ask me any unanswered questions about the story now that it’s over :’)