going on in school is always a gamble


warning:  death, murder, loss mention. change pronouns to your liking/as you see fit!

❛ Are you a genius or something? ❜
❛ You look too young to have gotten into medical school. ❜
❛ When you look long into an abyss, the abyss looks into you. ❜
❛ Imagination is more important than knowledge. ❜
❛ Knowledge is limited; imagination encircles the world. ❜
❛ Your girlfriend thinks you’re going to break up with her.  ❜
❛ I was a little bit of a nerd. Is that so surprising? ❜
❛ Do you think it’s weird that I knew that ballad? ❜
❛ Do you think that’s why I can’t get a date? ❜
❛ We’re looking for a needle in a haystack. ❜
❛ I got a list of things I want to try before it’s too late. ❜
❛ What is food to one, is to others bitter poison. ❜
❛ Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves. ❜
❛ If I told you that, what would I have left for myself? ❜
❛ It is those we live with and love, and should know, who elude us. ❜
❛ What could you possibly learn that you don’t already know? ❜
❛ In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years. ❜
❛ I have other options besides shooting a man. ❜
❛ The test of the morality of a society is what it does for its children. ❜
❛ Do you ever ask yourself how you make a decision like that? ❜
❛ What’s happened to that boy in the year I stopped looking for him? ❜
❛ I mean, how do you give yourself that kind of permission? ❜
❛ A year ago, I gave up on looking for him – there were so many other kids. ❜
❛ Look, I know this job is important to you, but we’re important, too. ❜
❛ That makes it sound like the bandit’s doing the stripping. ❜
❛ Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of overcoming it. ❜
❛ You tend to forget, don’t you? ❜
❛ You really are afraid of the dark. ❜
❛ It’s not so important who starts the game, but who finishes it. ❜
❛ It’s not really the kind of thing that happens around here, you know? ❜
❛ Ever talk to someone who wants to continually show you he’s smarter than you?  ❜
❛ If men could only know each other, they would neither idolize nor hate. ❜
❛ In order to learn the important lessons in life, one must each day surmount to fear. ❜
❛ What if it’s not? What if next time he kills somebody? ❜
❛ All secrets are deep. All secrets become dark. That’s in the nature of secrets. ❜
❛ We all have secrets. Would you want us profiling you? ❜
❛ We all have secrets. ❜
❛ You trying to say something to me right now. ❜
❛ Only if you’re hiding something. ❜
❛ Are you saying I had nothing to do with making you who you are? ❜
❛ To get away with murder, you simply don’t tell anyone. ❜
❛ Call me first. I’d love to pick your brains. ❜
❛ My hope is that one day you’ll feel the way I do too. ❜
❛ If I ever find myself feeling the way you do, I’ll kill myself. ❜
❛ Tired of people using religion… to justify the terrible things they do. ❜
❛ Fantasy abandoned by reason produces impossible monsters. ❜
❛ An earthly kingdom cannot exist without inequality of persons. ❜
❛ It is a wise father who knows his own child. ❜
❛ Within the core of each of us is the child we once were. ❜
❛ If we knew each other’s secrets, what comforts we should find. ❜
❛ There are no secrets better kept than the secrets that everybody guesses. ❜
❛ Reason is not automatic. Those who deny it cannot be conquered by it. ❜
❛ I think the truly natural things are dreams, which nature can’t touch with decay. ❜
❛ Let us consider that we are all insane. It will explain us to each other. ❜
❛ Cleanliness becomes more important when godliness is unlikely. ❜
❛ Delay is the deadliest form of denial. ❜
❛ The strength of a family, like the strength of an army, is in its loyalty to each other. ❜
❛ In youth we learn; in age we understand. ❜
❛ Fate is not satisfied with inflicting one calamity. ❜
❛ We all live in a house on fire. No fire department to call, no way out. ❜
❛ Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes they win. ❜
❛ To lose a child is to lose a piece of yourself. ❜
❛ How many more times will they be able to look into the abyss? ❜
❛ Sometimes there are no words, no clever quotes to neatly sum up what’s happened that day. ❜
❛ There is no lasting hope in violence, only temporary relief from hopelessness. ❜
❛ I’m so sorry for your loss. And if you or your son need anything… ❜
❛ Life is a game; play it. Life is too precious; do not destroy it. ❜
❛ If I am what I have and if I lose what I have, who then am I? ❜
❛ Oh, what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive. ❜
❛ We will find you, you sick son of a bitch! ❜
❛ Is that another promise? ❜
❛ Whatever you are, be a good one. ❜
❛ Without heroes, we are all plain people and don’t know how far we can go. ❜
❛ I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me. ❜
❛ I can’t talk you out of this. It’s a great life. ❜
❛ There is no such thing as part freedom. ❜
❛ Come near my team and I will end you. ❜
❛ When I let go of what I am I become what I might be. ❜
❛ The grave soul keeps its own secrets and takes its own punishment in silence. ❜
❛ It is not his enemy or foe that lures him to evil ways. ❜
❛ Sometimes human places create inhuman monsters. ❜
❛ Bring the past only if you’re going to build from it. ❜
❛ What it lies in our power to do, it lies in our power not to do. ❜
❛ Nothing inspires forgiveness quite like revenge. ❜
❛ You may leave school, but it never leaves you. ❜
❛ Everybody wants to go to heaven, but no one wants to die. ❜
❛ Three can keep a secret if two are dead. ❜
❛ At the gambling table, there are no fathers or sons. ❜
❛ Where there is anger, there is always pain underneath. ❜
❛ Nothing fixes a thing so intently in the memory as the wish to forget it. ❜
❛ All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream. ❜
❛ Death ends a life, not a relationship.  ❜
❛ There is no terror in the bang, only in the anticipation of it. ❜
❛ The universe doesn’t like secrets; it conspires to reveal the truth to lead you to it. ❜
❛ Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil. ❜
❛ Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much. ❜
❛ Forgiveness does not change the past but it does enlarge the future. ❜
❛ A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them. ❜
❛ The past is never dead. It’s not even past. ❜
❛ A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it. ❜
❛ Deep vengeance is the daughter of deep silence. ❜

wingsfreedom  asked:

How do you think ATLA "high school" AU would be like? How each character would look like as a student or teacher?

starting with the gaang, I’ll put the rest under a cut


Aang: The good kind of popular kid who throws parties and invites everyone, even the people who don’t like him very much. His grades aren’t always the best because he’s a terrible procrastinator, but works very hard with incentive, though he has great grades in sociology and takes his spirituality very seriously (studies a lot of works on famous philosophers). 

Katara: The volunteer kid, AB student. Always the one pitching in to improve things around the school, but tends to clash a lot with the teachers when they pull policy (and when an extracurricular event needs her help, she’ll hold it over them forever). Pretends not to be into the latest gossip circulating around, but always is. 

Sokka: The Brilliant but Lazy kid who would be competing with Azula for grades but usually has to have additional motivation to try, but he studies like crazy for big tests. He can be kind of pretentious sometimes when it comes to science, and reads too many mystery novels, but opens up over time to become a more fun individual. Has a following of crushes he’s only vaguely aware about. 

Toph: The rich delinquent, she’s rumored to have been engaging in gambling around campus, but so far, no one’s been able to catch her at it. Her out of school life is shrouded in mystery, yet always seems to have money to spare. Her grades are mostly Cs because in her words “passing is fine.”

Zuko: Resident teen rebel, he doesn’t get along with most of the teachers at all and prefers to keep to the back of the class. Frequently failing several classes and doesn’t know what to do (too proud to go to his sister for help), but a crumbling home life factors into it as well. Too outspoken about his opinions to be much fun in a debate. 

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somewhere all bright and new

title: somewhere all bright and new
relationship: pike/keyleth {pikeleth}
words: 4.8k
warnings: none
summary: pike’s gardening woes end up landing her a curious new friend. or, the one where pike and keyleth flirt with flowers.
notes: part of my modern magic college au which is pretty much exactly like it sounds, although this fic pushes the college portion of the au to the background and brings the modern magic part to the front.

critical role relationship week day 2

Pike is used to late night emergency calls.

She’s lived with her Papa since she was little, so neighbors knocking on their door because they didn’t want to go to the hospital or couldn’t in the first place has always been a basic part of her life. Wilhand was the first of their long family line to inherit the gift of healing magic and also the first to pull away from the Trickfoot family’s ties to the shadier underbelly of things.

(“But what did our family used to do?” Pike had pressed one night over dinner when she was in high school, frowning down at her plate.

“Gambling, larceny, bribery,” he’d rattled off in response, and when she opened her mouth to probe more he rolled right over her. “Arson, money laundering, tax evasion, public nudity. A lot of activity with the local gangs,”

“Oh,” is all Pike remembers saying because, honestly, what other thing could a seventeen year old possibly say to that? What other thing could any sane person of any age possibly say to that?)


give me the children of the greek gods who dont conform to what their parents represent

give me a child of zeus with social anxiety, who sits back and lets other people lead and are happy to follow instructions when given so it means they don’t have to give

give me a child of hera who doesn’t want to marry or have children because they aren’t one for traditions, because they aren’t fit to raise a child and frankly just don’t want to

give me a child of hades who loves to nurture plants and animals, who gets a degree in veterinary care because they want to heal things, to cure people’s best friends

give me a child of poseidon who has desired to be an astronaut since they were a child, and they’ve finally made it, they’re going, they’re leaving the earth for the final frontier

give me a child of hestia who never settles down in home, who constantly travels because of work and is fine with that. they’d rather rent hotels and apartments then have a cookie cutter home anyday

give me a child of athena who has low test scores in school and couldn’t possibly seem to care. they dropped out of high school, and so what? they can make a living on their own in other ways

give me a child of apollo who can’t seem to predict anything. they have a gambling problem and always, always lose. the lottery, horse races, the next football game, anything. they’re always down on their money

give me a child of aphrodite who’s aromantic asexual, who’s never dated a person in their life, who never wants to. they’re happy to remain single to the day they end up in their grave

give me a child of hephaestus who has tremors in their hands and arms and because of that they can’t make anything in a forge, let alone barely hold a spoon and their food

give me a child of hermes who has a severe stutter and cant deliver long messages or speeches, who is shy in the first place so they would rather not give out the message

give me a child of ares who works volunteers for relief efforts when disasters strike the world, who goes to war zones not to fight but to help heal the scarred lands and people

give me atypical children of the gods

Flashing lead to Fucking

We are a mature LDS couple and have been married for over 30 years.  Although both of us have had a little experience before we were sealed, we have both been faithful ever since.

We often have naughty fantasy sex.  This always leads to great orgasms but nothing more.  My wife, Mandy, teaches Sunday school and I teach in HP.

I have always had a thing for panties and I love it when my wife dresses up for me and flashes me.  Anytime we go away on a trip or something, she will always bring something sexy to turn me on.  For our 32nd wedding anniversary we decided to go to Vegas for a long weekend.  Not that Vegas is our town, because there really isn’t a lot for a non drinking non gambling person to do.  But, it’s close to home and we can drive there in about 4 or 5 hours.

All the way down, my wife was heating things up by talking about her sexy panties she was going to wear for me.  I mentioned if they were that sexy we should not be stingy and share them with the world.  She began to squirm as we have always had a fantasy of showing her sexy body off to someone or having sex in front of someone.

I suggested we stop and buy a short skirt for her to show off those cute panties in public.  She got real serious and said “OK”.  I wan’t really sure if she was serious or if she was just adding to our naughty fantasy.  Either way, I didn’t care and my cock got rock hard.  She looked down and noticed my dick bulging in my pants and giggled as she squeezed it once.  "You weren’t expecting that were you" she asked.  "Nope" I responded and just grinned.

We pulled into a Walmart when we got to Vegas and went straight to the clothing section.  Neither of us have had much experience in shopping for mini skirts as they just don’t cover the garments and she hasn’t ever owned one.  She found a nice light blue skirt and a white blouse that she went to try on in the dressing room.

When she came out I could have just creamed myself right there with a couple of strokes.  Now, just for the record, my wife is no super model.  At least no anymore.  Five kids and in her 50’s, she is hot but has a few wrinkles, an few bulges, and a few stretch marks.  That being said, she is still very sexy and all I could say is “WOW”.

“You like it” she asked.  All I could do is nod my head as I looked at her with no bra or garment tops on and I’d assume no garment bottoms either.  I could see her hardened nipples poking out from the white blouse.  

We paid for the clothes and headed off to our hotel.  It was about 8:30 pm by this time we got checked in.  I still didn’t know if we were going through with this or if we were going to have a fantasy or what.  Soon, my wife came out of he bathroom dressed like a slut and said “let’s go to dinner”.  Again, my cock got rock hard.  And again, she noticed.  She smiled and said, “would you like a sneak peek of what some lucky guy is going to see?”  "Oh yes, please" I heard myself say.

With that, she turned around and bent over to pick up her purse off the floor and gave me a great view of her panty clad ass.  Her panties were light blue and covered her entire plump ass.  She knows I’m not a big fan of thong panties so she always buys regular ones.   “Mmmmmmm” is all I could say.

We went to a nice restaurant and enjoyed a light meal.  The whole time we were on the lookout for that one guy that she could show off too.  I still couldn’t believe she was going through with it and she whispered the same thing to me.  "I can’t believe you want me to do this" she would say.  But I did,  I really really did.

Soon a guy in his 30s sat down at the bar across from us.  My wife looked at me and got a real guilty look on her face.  "Him?“ I asked.  She just nodded.

He was an attractive man.  Average build and dress in business casual slacks and a button down shirt which obviously had supported a tie earlier.  This was a businessman, maybe married, maybe not, but here alone.  Perfect.

My wife began to let her legs carelessly open and close as she was talking to me.  Here body was facing him so that if he looked her way, he would get a flash of her panties.  It did’t take long for him to notice.  He kept watching as my wife kept giving him shot after shot.  Sometimes leaving her legs open for 2 or 3 seconds at a time.

I could tell he was real interested because he moved from the bar to an open table about 15 feet away from us so he could have a better an lower view.  I whispered to her "I’m going to go to the bathroom for a minute.”  "While I’m gone, make sure he knows you want his to see.“  She looked at me with a look of both confusion and lust.  "Really?”  I just smiled and went to the bathroom.

When I came back, things had moved along very rapidly.  The guy was now sitting in a chair three feet away from my wife and they were talking.  She was still letting her legs open and close and he was making no attempt to be subtle at looking at her panty cover mound.

I slid in net to my wife and introduced myself.  We shook hands and he said his name was Randy.  "Are you enjoying the sights in Las Vegas?“ I asked with a chuckle.  I wanted him to know I was ok with him checking out my sexy mature wife.  "Well, one in particular has really got me interested” he answered.  My wife smiled at the compliment and then reached over and squeezed my cock right in front of Randy and said “I think you both are enjoying the sights.”

Hesitantly Randy asked “is there a place we could go to get a better view of these sights?”  All of the sudden it became very real to Mandy and me.  My wife looked at me for a minute and I looked at her.  Sensing the reluctance Randy said “unless you don’t want to.”  "No" I said, “we would like that.”  Mandy swallowed and looked scared but excited at the same time.

“I have a business partner in my room and he wouldn’t be down with this.”  "Can we go to your room?“  "That’s fine” I said and we paid our bills and left.  As we got to our car I suggested they both ride in the back together so they could get better acquainted.  Mandy shot me a look of concern but it didn’t last long.  As she got into the car she intentionally speed her legs and flashed both of us at the same time.  We both gave an audible moan as she closed her legs and slid over to make room for Randy.

As we were driving back to our hotel the conversation quickly ended.  As I looked back, Randy had his tongue halfway down my wife throat in a passionate kiss.  I adjusted my mirror and I could see my wife legs spread wide and him fingering her through her panties.  She was moaning quietly  I’ve heard that moan before.  She was REALLY turned on.  She opened her eyes and they caught mine.  I just nodded to let her know I was ok.  She continued to moan but kept eye contact with me.  Then, she mouthed the words to me HIS COCK IS HUGE.  I adjusted to mirror a little to see she was stroking his cock through his slacks.  She was right, it looked huge.  I adjusted the mirror back to see her and mouthed the words back DO YOU WANT TO SUCK IT?  She looked shocked for a second but then nodded affirmatively. 

I continued to enjoy the sounds of my wife and Randy moaning in the back seat while I watched him feel up every inch of her body until we arrived at our hotel.  I turned off the car.  They proceeded to adjust themselves so that they look presentable and we got out of the car.  As Mandy got out of the car, her legs opened again.  This time it was not intentional and I could see a large wet spot on her light blue panties.  She caught my gaze. “You can  still say no if this is too much for you honey” my wife said loud enough for both of us to hear.  "Yes" Randy agreed “are you cool with this?”  "I’m good" I said, all the time wondering if I really was but I was too turned on to stop at this point.

I used my key card to open the door.  I walked in first and heard the door close behind me followed by a an audible sigh coming from Mandy.  As I looked back he had my wife pinned up against the wall rubbing his crotch against hers and kissing her deeply.  I know this gets Mandy’s motor going.  Back before we were married I used to do this to her.  We called it “Levi sex”.  The bishop called it heavy petting and we were supposed to stop but we never really did.  That was our only sexual release before we were sealed and sometimes I would come in my pants.  Mandy really liked it when she would make me “cream my jeans” as she like to call it.

He reached back behind her and found the zipper for her skirt and zipped it down and dropped the skirt to the floor.  She quickly stepped out of it and let her legs open a little.  He grabbed her ass and pulled her back to him pushing the bulge in his pants even harder into her wet panties.  She moaned even loader and she looked at me with a nasty horny look in her eyes.

Randy then let go of her ass so he could undo her blouse.  As his cock bulge moved away from her panties, she immediately pushed her crotch back towards it.  He moaned back.  She continued to grind her blue cotton panty covered cunt against his rock hard dick while he took her blouse off and dropped it to the floor exposing her little tits.  My wife has always had small tits.  She has never wanted to her large and has always said “they will never sag.”  And she was right.  Those sexy perky little tits were standing at attention just like Randys cock.

I started to kisses his way down to her tits.  He sucked and licked each one while his hands explored my Mandy’s married ass.  Then he started to work his way down further.  To her belly button and then to the tip of her panties.  By now I’m stroking my cock through my jeans.  

He looked over to me and asked “may I eat your sexy wife out?”  Oh, I had to let go of my cock at that moment.  The sound of another man asking to asking permission to eat my wife was so damn sexy.  "By my guest" I answered trying to sound cool but my voice cracked showing how really turned on I was.

Kneeling in front of my wife, Randy put his fingers at the top of Mandy’s panties and slid them down slowly exposing her pubic hair.  I ask Mandy to not trim to excess.  Back in the 90’s when everyone was shaving the beaver bald, she did that for me too or at least kept it almost bare but now days I like her to look like a woman.  I told her, I want my wife to look like a full grown woman, not a teenage or a preteen.  It was obvious that Randy approved as he got the panties to her knees and just said “nice”.

He began to lick at my wife full bush and I had to take my pants off at this point.  I stood up to undo my belt and my movements got both of there attention for a minute.  I realized at this point that I was going to jerk off in front another man.  Mandy loved to watch me jerk off but I had never thought about doing this in front of a man but by this time my pants were on the floor and I was standing there in my garment bottoms with a bulge stick out.

Randy stopped for a moment and then said “do I have the privilege of eating Mormon pussy?”  We both got embarrassed but Mandy broke then uncomfortable silence by stepping out of her panties and asking him “do you want to eat pussy or talk religion?”  With that, she grabbed Randys head, opened her legs wider, and shoved his face back where it belonged.  Randy didn’t hesitate and licked her pussy as if it was his last meal.  Mandy watched me handle my cock through my garments for a while before she said “get naked honey.”  I did as I was asked.

After about 10 minutes of standing in a half squatted position and being brought close to orgasm my wife needed to sit down and so she brought Randys head up from her pussy.  She slipped her four fingers down his pants and grabbed onto his belt like a handle and escorted him over to the bed where I was sitting slowly stoking my cock.

She sat down leaving him standing so she was eye level with his crotch and began to undo his belt.  Then she unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly.  He immediately grabbed her head and tilted it up.  Looking at her and then me, he said, “I’m sorry about the Mormon crack.”  "It’s all right" my wife said and I nodded.  She proceeded to lower his slacks and I realized why he mentioned that.  He was wearing garments too!  "Oh my hell" my wife exclaimed.  We laughed for a minute but then, my wife started to stoked the bulge in his G’s.  Then, she slid his garments bottoms off and that massive cock sprang to attention right in front of her face.  "Oh my, that’s big" she said.  She ran her hands over it and then down to his balls which were also huge.  She then ran her fingernails through his pubic hair and down to his balls.  There was a little pre-cum at the opening of his dick and she licked it up.

Randy then looked at me and asked permission to stick his dick in my wife’s mouth.  The way he said it was so crude but it turned me on even more.  "Yes" I moaned as I now began to massage my balls as I jerked off.  Mandy loves this too so she was watching me as Randy put the head of that big dick to her lip and just pushed his way.  It turned out to be just too much for her as she gagged on it several times.  She wanted to take it all but she has a hard time with my six inches.  Randy was about nine and much thicker.

She took control with her hand so that she could give him a hand/blow job.  Something she does with me to keep from gagging but you could tell she really wanted to please Randy.  She would pull away to breath and just stare at his man meat as she stroked it.  She would lick his piss hole and try to put the tip of her tongue down inside a little.  "Oh SHIT, my wife has never done that" Randy exclaimed.  We all exchanged a look as we realized he let out another secret about himself.

Randy took his shirt and garment tops off while my wife was orally servicing him.  Now, we were all totally naked.  Randy, for the third time that night asked me permission. This time it was so crude and bold I had to let go of my cock or I would cum right there.  With his teeth clenched he said “May I please FUCK your wife’s married hairy pussy and fill it full of cum.”  Before I could answer my wife laid back on the bed, spread he legs and yelled “FUCK YES!”

I had to get off the bed because I could see this was going to get wild as hell and I wanted a full view.  I sat in the lounge chair next to the bed, cock in hand, panting like a teenage boy that just got into his dads dirty magazine collection.

Randy put the head of that massive cock in the opening of my wives dripping wet pussy.  He started to push his way in.  At first, I could see it hurt her a little.  He stopped but she grabbed his ass and said “FUCK ME!”  With that, he no longer held back.  He began to rip her apart with each thrust.  I was leaning in only about 24 inches away from the action.  I could see hid cock gaining about a half inch of depth with every stoke.  Finally, he was all the way in.  He pushed hard to make her moan some more.  Then he proceeded to take long deep strokes.  I could watch hime slowly pull that beautiful cock all the way to the head out and then thrust it back in.  I must have been intently watching because Randy then looked at me.  Grunting and breathing deeply he asked. “Do you like seeing that dick go into your married wife’s cunt?” “Yes!”  I said.  "Do you want me to fuck her harder?“ "YES” I screamed!

Like two animals they fucked.  The sounds were pure sex.  Grunting, moaning, breathing loudly.  The sounds and smells of my wife fluids was incredible.  Then, he pulled out very quickly and just held still.  Both him and my wife were panting as if they had run a marathon.  The huge gap between my wife legs that was left behind by his dick had not started to close yet.  I realizes, he was to stop to keep from cumming.  "Go ahead" Mandy’s said, “fill me up.”  "I will" Randy answered.  "I just want your husband to have the best seat in the house for this.“  We both looked confused for a second.  I thought I had a great view and I was ready and happy to explode when he did.

"Roll over” he told my wife.  I love screwing Mandy doggy style, so they thought of watching her take another mans cock this way took me to a whole new level of excitement.  Mandy rolled over onto her knees and wiggled her plump ass at him and moaned “I can’t wait.”  "Well, get under there" Randy said to me.  At first I was confused.  Then he pointed under my wife. “You do want the best view, right?”  "Oh thats sexy" I said out loud and without hesitation slid onto kind of a 69 position with my wife although I was not eating her nor was she sucking my dick.  I watched as that head, now effortlessly glided into my wife sloppy wet cunt.  It must have been a new sensation for her as she pushed up with her hands on my thigh to get the right angle.  After she relaxed a little he slid his dick the rest of the way inside her.  Again, they started fucking like two sex starved freaks.

The sight of my wife cut being stretched like that and his glistening wet shaft made me want to start to jerk off some more.  I  began to do that when I felt my sweet wife take the head of my dick into her mouth.  Now I could feel the vibrations of her moaning ask Randy was pounding her like a piece of meat.  She began to lower her hips towards me and then she whispered “each my clit honey.”  It was swollen and hard as my dick.  The minute I touched it with my tongue she started to make those sounds I know so well.  She was getting ready to cum.  I started licking faster.  In response, she started sucking harder and Randy began pounder her faster.

My wife came first. “FUCK YES, FUCK YES, FUCK YES!” she screamed.  She never used this kind of language before.  It was so erotic.  Randy must of thought so too because he started to scream too. “YOU FUCKING SLUT, YOU FUCKING WHORE, TAKE MY CUM YOU CUNT!”  I looked up at his dick and could see it pulse as he was spilling his seed deep into my wife’s womb.  They were both screaming fowl vulgar language as they came.  It was so sexy.

I laid there under my wife cunt and wanted as another mans cock got soft and he eventually pulled out.  Mandy rolled over still breathing heavy and looked at my hard cock and realized I had not cum yet.  "FUCK ME!“ she demanded.  I didn’t hesitate but she kept talking dirty.  "Put that dick inside my cum filled pussy and feel how warm his cum is!”  

My cock slid effortlessly into her stretched out, lubricated cunt.  I wondered if she could even feel it.  "Oh ya, you have always wanted sloppy seconds haven’t you.“ she said.  She was right.  Mandy times we had fantasized about me screwing her after she had been screwed by another manned it was finally happening.

As I began to stroke, she began to moan like a whore and I treated her that way.  I pounded her and let go of a stream of cum that made it seem like I had not came in a month.  

Our friend grabbed a cab and left and we never saw him again but I think we will try this again sometime.

[LYRICS] 치리사일사팔 (724148) by Agust D


음악 한다고 깝친지 몇 년 지나지 않아
대구에서 음악하면 잘되봤자 음악학원
원장이나 하겠지 란 생각이 날 빡때려
어차피 한번 사는 인생 뭐든 일등 한번 해봐야지

공부론 못하던 일등
음악으론 할 것 같았어 주위에선 십중 팔구
이 새끼 또 지랄병이 도졌네 도졌어
좆까 새꺄 잘 봐봐 니네는 또 졌어

여튼 좀 더 폼나게 음악 하려거든 일단 대구를 떠나야겠다는 생각 uh
빡빡이 고딩의 힘찬 발걸음 한 오디션 포스터 앞에 fade out

방시혁이 개최한 랩 대회 라네요
방시혁이라면 그 백지영 그 아 아
총맞은 것처럼 쓴 사람 아뇨 형님
그래서 크루 형들과 대횔 나가게 됐지

일단 결선에 가려면 예선을 통과 하라네
ok 그 정돈 밥이지 뭐
랩 하라고 줬던 비트를 싹 다 갈아 엎은 뒤
편곡을 하기 시작했어 봐라 어떤 이가

이렇게 하겠어
니네가 나라면 이렇게 했겠어?

그 어떤 회사가 말야 응?
이런 천재를 싫다고 하겠어

회사 입장에선 yo 복이 굴러온 거지
막연한 믿음 그게 내 성공의 본거지
지난 일이라 얘기하는데 예선 다음날
전화 한 통이 왔어 지역번호는 02

2010년 11월 7일 서울 입성
강남도 별거 없네 대구 촌놈의 기선 제압
그 날 저녁은 쿨하게 사먹었지
what the fuck 계산서에 눈이 돌아갔지
한달 생활비는 고작 30 shit
택도 없는 돈이란 걸 누구 보다 알기에
시작했던 새벽 알바 uh
때문에 등교시간은 매번 달라 uh
학교를 가면 다 돈 많은 집 자식들
내 한달 생활비 몇 배를 술값에 쳐박어
그리곤 시발 뭐 뭐? 돈 없다던 가식들
shut the fuck up 새꺄 너 아가리 쳐 닫어

성공이 궁해? no 난 그냥 돈이 궁해
폼나게란 말도 잊혀진 지가 오래
밤에는 연습하고 새벽엔 알바하고
그렇게 지친 몸 끌고 학교로 가면 잠만 자던
내가 20살이 되 버렸네 졸업실 풍경은 썩 구리네
밤새 도박하던 그 새끼들? 졸업선물로 외제찰 끄네 그건 좀 부럽네
부럽네 썅 세상은 불공평
하단 걸 진작 알았지만 누군 십오평짜리
투룸에 열 댓 명이 같이 사는데
누군 폼나게 졸업하자마자 외제찰 끄네

ok ok ok 두고 봐
데뷔는 하겠냔 말 두고가
일년 뒤에 봐봐 새꺄 내가 뭘 하는지
넌 그제서야 tv 보고 연락하겠지


Only a few years have passed since I said, like a know-it-all, that I’d do music
“If I do well in music in Daegu, the farthest I’ll get is (becoming) the principal of a music academy or something” this kind of thought just hits me
“I only live once anyway, I might as well be number one at least once for something”

The number one that I couldn’t be in academics
I thought I could be it (first place) through music, the crowds of people around me (ten/hundred to one) said
This idiot is suffering, suffering from the “bullshit disease” again
Fuck up dickhead, look closely, you all have lost again

Anyway, in order to do music more stylishly/better, I thought I’d better get out of Daegu first uh
The powerful footsteps of a pimple-scarred high schooler fade out in front of an audition poster

“It says it’s a rap competition by held by Bang Sihyuk”
“If it’s Bang Sihyuk then it’s that Baek Jiyoung that, ah ah-
Isn’t that the person who wrote ‘Like Being Hit By A Bullet?’” “No, hyungnim”
And so I ended up going to the competition with my crew hyungnims

They say in order to get to the final round, you have to pass the preliminaries
Ok well that much is just a piece of cake, whatever
After plowing through the beat they gave us to rap on and turning it upside down
I began to rearrange the beats, look here at what kind of kid I am

Would you have done this
If you were me, would you have done it like this?

Listen, what kind of company would, huh?
Say they don’t want this kind of genius

From the company’s perspective, yo, they got lucky
My aimless faith, that’s the root of my success
I’m saying this because this is all in the past but, the day after the preliminaries
A phone call came, the area code was 02

November 7th, 2010 my entry into Seoul
“There’s nothing much in Gangnam either,” Daegu country boy’s forestallment
That night I bought my dinner coolly
What the fuck, seeing the check my eyes popped out
My monthly living expenses was only 300 bucks shit
I knew better than anyone that the money would always be short so
I started working the graveyard shift at part-time jobs uh
Because of that the time I got to school was always different uh
When I go to school, it’s all kids from the rich families
They waste money that’s many times my monthly expenses just on alcohol
And then fuck, what what? They say they don’t have money
Shut the fuck up assholes, just shut your fucking mouth

Am I in need of success? No I’m just in of need money
It’s even been a while since I’ve forgotten the word “stylish”
Practicing at night and working part time at dawn
Then I drag my exhausted body to school only to fall asleep there
When I turned 20, the scene of my graduation was shit
The assholes that gambled all night? They got foreign brand cars as graduation gifts so I’m a little envious
I’m envious. Fuck. The fact that the world is unfair is something I already knew but while some people are sharing a 15 pyeong* two-room apartment with 15 people,
Others are driving foreign cars around in style upon graduating

Ok ok ok just watch
Leave your comments of “will you even debut?” behind
Watch me a year from now, assholes, what I’ll be doing
At that time you’ll probably call me after seeing me on TV

(*T/N: 15 pyeong converts to around 533 sq ft.)

Trans cr; Joyce, Vicky & Sylvia @ bts-trans

10 Examples of Pro-Circumcision Logic

#1 If it’s dirty, cut it off!

Don’t take showers or practice good hygiene. Instead, whenever any part of your body gets dirty, just go to a surgeon and have the body part removed. After all, time is way too precious to sacrifice on cleaning yourself, even if it only takes you 3 seconds.

#2 Evolution is a lie.

All mammals have a foreskin, but only for humans is it unnecessary to keep. This is because evolution is a lie and humans actually developed a part of their body that needs to be surgically removed.

#3 It’s acceptable to hurt others when you know they won’t remember.

It is perfectly ok to hurt other people as long as they won’t remember it. Also, the best time to hurt people is when they are infants or young children, that way they can’t protest or fight back.

#4 Follow tradition, just because!

Don’t use your brain and don’t question anything, ever. If something is harmful, but is done for the sake of tradition, then you should do it anyway, just because.

#5 Human rights do not apply to children.

You may do whatever you want to your children’s bodies because you created it and they don’t have human rights. This means you can cut off any body part you personally think is ugly. You may even want to prepare for the future by cutting off any body parts you think their future lover will find ugly. After all, your child was only born to be aesthetically pleasing to you and their future lover.

#6 Infants need to look exactly like their parents.

If your infant looks differently than you do, then they must undergo cosmetic surgery to look exactly like you. This means if you’re missing a body part, your infant must have it removed as well. Failure to do so will make the child totally overwhelmed and perplexed at their lack of resemblance to you.

#7 What you find sexually attractive about another person is what your child should be.

This means if your child doesn’t look sexually attractive to you, then they should undergo cosmetic surgery to look sexually attractive. After all, if they don’t look sexy to you, then they won’t ever find a partner of their own.

#8 If it’s not broken, try to break it!

If your child is born healthy, gamble with their life by putting them through an unnecessary cosmetic surgery. Ensure your child undergo excruciating pain, without any pain medication. While it happens, distance yourself from the whole bloody affair, otherwise you may feel guilty. If the doctor tells you they slept through the procedure, it means they probably passed out from the pain. Bonus points for you.

#9 Doctors are always moral people.

Doctors always have your and your family’s interests at heart. You should never question their decisions because they go to medical school and that makes them infinitely smarter than you. Money never factors into what a doctor will prescribe to you or a loved one.

#10 Always listen to divine beings.

God is the perfect, unflawed being. That’s why he created us with a foreskin, a body part that is totally useless. God also demands that we cut this totally useless body part off of ourselves, our children, and our slaves. If you don’t own slaves you should get some, otherwise you are not following God’s word.

au idea i guess

Okay so we have like every au variation of relationships between Pines family, but do we have the simplest one - the one when for some mystical I-have-no-idea-how reason twins are separated after birth and it’s just Ford taking care of Dipper and Stan taking care of Mabel (which is completely illogical because who the hell would give them children but let’s focus on the relationships it can create!).

Ford’s been alone for years and now he takes care of Dipper and tries to keep him away from supernatural, but supernatural is the only thing that Ford had left for so long and he isn’t able to just ditch it and after years of trying he gives up and returns to his miserable research and Dipper of course notices because he’s too smart to not notice something that big. And then suddenly Ford chases paranormal again, with Dipper, and they are discovering new things and travelling across the US and Canada and Ford is so impressed with his nephew’s acuity and he feels like he’s young again and loves him more and more every day. He totally forgets that Dipper is still a child, that he needs the care a child needs, he believes that Dipper can do most things on his own; and Dipper knows that Ford believes in him and loves it and tries so hard to be an adult he almost forgets himself that he’s a child. He never plays, he always reads serious books, he doesn’t have friends his age and he’s actually kind of afraid of other kids because they are so weird and unfamiliar and he somehow thinks about them with one-upmanship but sometimes he’s just confused. In Gravity Falls Ford and Dipper are just some weirdos from the house in the woods and Dipper knows that people tell stuff about them but he doesn’t care because Ford doesn’t seem to care so he just shouldn’t care either right these talking people are just some people who cares about them. They appear in the city very briefly and Dipper still can’t understand why Ford reacts so strangely when he sees this old homeless man. But maybe Ford just doesn’t like homeless. And Dipper sometimes sees this young happy nice man who works in so many places but he seems to be so lonely and maybe they even talk one or two times but not more because talking to people is so weird if they aren’t Ford and usually they don’t even understand what’s Dipper talking about. Besides he knows, he just knows that the only person he can truly trust is Ford. Ford who still seems to live in some weird fears, Ford who has nightmares almost every night (at least during the nights that he and Dipper travel and have a room together). And Dipper just lies there in silence and listens to Ford thrashing and mumbling and it’s sometimes “Fiddleford” and sometimes “Bill” and there are a lot, lot of “Stans” but Dipper doesn’t know who these people are and he doesn’t want to ask because it would just feel weird, acknowledging existence of the real problems. Dipper just knows that adults are supposed to deal with their problems alone, right? He doesn’t even tell Ford about his stupid nightmares anymore. And in those moments everything doesn’t feel good, but most of the time - most of the time it’s amazing and Dipper loves everything he learns and loves spending time with Ford and he doesn’t know why he sometimes feel regret.

Ford tries his best, he really does - he wants Dipper to be happy, he tries not to forget to sleep or to eat, he tries to organize his sleeping and eating schedule to work with Dipper, and he finally has someone he can share all his interests and all his knowledge and Dipper is his best friend. And Ford sometimes looks at him and sees Fiddleford and knows that there is absolutely no way to ever tell Dipper about Fiddleford or Bill or Stanley because it’s Dipper’s life and Dipper’s life is supposed to be supernatural and happy, not miserable and full of regrets as Ford’s life had been. He tries. He really does.

And then there are Mabel and Stan, in their poor neighborhood, barely making ends meet. They have their little room full of drawings and sweaters and Mabel sleeps on the sofa and Stan on the mattress and Stan earns little, but enough. And Mabel loves him with all her heart and tries to be as supportive as she can when the financial standing is worse than usual. All the streets around their flat are dirty and dark and unpleasant and Stan always drives Mabel to school and Mabel is with him at work almost every day after school and Stan does his best and Mabel just tries to make him smile time to time, staying in her corner and drawing or shaping or anything she can do at the moment. They share their jokes, they share their fun and at weekends they go on a walk and after work they play cards and Mabel knows all the gambling tricks. Sometimes Mabel has problems at school and she used to ask Stan for help, but he wasn’t very helpful and he always seemed so unhappy and guilty even whenever Mabel asks him for help, so she stops. She can deal with school on her own and she tries so hard even though she doesn’t enjoy most of it. She loves art, thought. And she knows that one day she would be an awesome artist and earn money for her and for Stan and they will live in a giant mansion and she tells him these stories sometimes and he just smiles because she surely will be the most wonderful artist.

And Stan has nightmares, a lot of them, but whenever Mabel notices she knows that she can just wake him up and say that she had a nightmare herself and then lie next to him and it’ll make him feel better. And Mabel has friends at school and Stan always tries to find time to drive her to their homes and make their meetings possible. Because Mabel is just a kid and she needs people her age. Being a kid is wonderful and Stan wants Mabel to be one as long as she wants to.

And then things happen and Stan loves Mabel so much, too much to keep her with him when it’s so bad and he knows that he has to deal with the fact that he had failed in taking care of another member of his family. Of his new, fantastic family that has kept him happy for so long.

And he can’t stand a thought that maybe he will never see her again and he does the most desperate thing he can do.

He calls his brother.

And the worst thing about having a twin brother you has argued with so long ago is that when he calls after all these years, you can’t just tell him to go fuck himself. So Ford takes Dipper and drives to meet his own twin brother and his only family member’s twin sister.

And he drives to this awful dark street and it’s so typical for Stanley to keep child in this dangerous environment and he parks near red Stanley’s car with bunch of goofy colorful stickers on it. And Ford doesn’t even know how to feel about it, but he just comes inside with Dipper, and Mabel and Stan are there and they all have the most awkward conversation to ever exist, but at least it doesn’t last too long. Ford agrees to take Mabel. And, of course, seeing his totally heartbroken brother biding his niece farewell he breaks and takes Stan, too. Then they almost don’t talk because there’s nothing to talk about. Stan and Mabel will just live in “the Shack”, in their own room, it’s almost like they won’t exist for Dipper and Ford.

But it’s of course much more complicated than that.

And Ford and Stan aren’t ready to live around each other again and they feel this in every inch of their bodies and they both feel so awful about this situation. And Stan can’t even imagine how it feels for Mabel, suddenly just leaving her friends behind in the sake of some little city in Oregon. And Ford has no idea how he can keep all his secrets to himself when there are suddenly so many people around. He isn’t used to having so many people around. And Dipper - Dipper just doesn’t understand anything and is afraid as hell of this new girl. And offended, because why had Ford never told him about this all twins thing? Had Ford thought that Dipper isn’t old enough for it? Because he obviously is. And how can Ford even do this, letting Mabel and Stan live in “the Shack”, when Dipper and Ford have so many important secrets to keep from the world. And they can’t trust them. They can only trust each other. And why is his twin sister so childish? And why is she surprised that Dipper doesn’t like hugs?

And then somehow Bill appears and wants to use the situation, because he had waited for this sweet and how cute family reunion for so long.


Okay, seeing as I am working on Melodie’s back story in comic form- I think I will go ahead and post Percy’s.

Percy grew up on a farm with his mother, father, and his twin brother Timothy. Percy was always the one slacking off or hanging out behind the school- while his brother was the opposite (kind, obedient, and loving). Because of this, Percy’s relationship with his father was very strained, to the point where Percy left home at the age of eighteen to head off to the city- where he planned on being a musician in a club, making money, and getting as far away from the farm as possible.

Unable to get a job as a musician, Percy got in gambling and pulling a few cons, while always returning to the farm to crash- only to return to city again and again. This caused more problems with his father, but also put a rift between him and his brother, as the both of them had always been very close.

Percy sometimes played on street corner to make a few extra bucks and earned the attention of a young woman, who invited him to come to the club that she sang at. Percy attended her performance and learned that her name was Dorothy. She was able to give Percy a job at the club and over time, they became friends- although Percy’s feeling ranged much farther.

It was then that he learned that Dorothy was pretty much ‘untouchable’ as she was the arm-candy to one of the largest mob bosses in the city. Because of Percy’s obvious attention to Dorothy, he got himself into some pretty bad scrapes, nearly being killed a few times. Dorothy told Percy to leave the city, afraid that he would be killed.

Percy headed home, supposedly for the final time, having no intention of going back. Percy reunited with his brother, who was engaged and planned on taking over the farm and start a family. Percy also found out that his mother had died over the winter. Percy’s father came home not long after, only to greet Percy with a shotgun. He called Percy a disgrace to the family and attempted to throw him out. A fight broke out and shots were fired. Percy’s father had attempted to kill Percy, but mistook Timothy for him, shooting him in the chest. Timothy died in Percy’s arms and in his rage, Percy shot his father.

After that he returned to the city, joining local gangs and moving up in the food-chain with the intent to have the only thing he had left- Dorothy. He eventually made it to being the Boss’s right hand man, but that time, he had changed considerably. Dorothy saw that the Percy she had fallen for was gone. Percy ended up murdering the Boss, accidentally in front of Dorothy, who refused him and ran. Percy, utterly distraught, left everything he had trying to find her, spending all the money he had made and wearing out all his connections.

Percy died on the streets during the winter- penniless, cold, starving, and having no one else in the world to care about whether he lived or died. As to what happened to Dorothy, Percy never found out.

The Power of Protest

Summary: While at Stanford Sam joins a student protest at Stanford where Sam rescuing the reader once the police come and begin breaking the protest up.  As the two get a chance to talk, Sam learns they may have more in common than just being Stanford students. 

Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader 

Warnings: Swearing, Protesting

Content: Predominantly Fluff 

Word Count: 2224

A/N: I hope you enjoy this even if it isn’t my best writing. I really tried. 

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