wanna talk about fucked up sex lives. how about my ex using people she cheated on me with as comparisons to make me feel insecure which has made me horribly uncomfortable about sex. do i want to cry and go into a ball randomly when we’re having sex? yes. do i do it? nope. how about how she told me the day the day that i found out about all the fucked up shit that she just used me for sex. how about we talk about that and how you constantly just wanting and not seemingly wanting to give back makes me feel like maybe you just want me for sex. nope let’s not because why would i throw all that at you? or we can talk about how multiple times when we’ve been high having sex and sometimes sober and i cum early you let out the biggest disappointed sigh. whoops sorry i’m not up to par i guess i’ll continue feeling like i’m underwhelming in every respect …nah nah i’m horrible because i opened up, you then responded to clear things up (which i didn’t know was too much for you) and i felt really proud of us and wanted you to feel reassured that i’d know you were attracted and that u wouldn’t take it the wrong way again BECAUSE it was so serious. you’re projecting. you’re mad that i was happy but you didn’t realize it wasn’t happiness it was comfort. I was saying “okay i gotcha and i won’t take it the wrong way because clearly you have very serious reasons” but oh well i’m just a piece of shit for being happy lol
“I’m not supposed to be here. If they catch me I’m in trouble!”
“You are darn right you are not.” The masked knight replied with a stern voice. He had nothing against the… whatever he could call her, in fact he rarely saw her, but when he did she was always causing so much trouble. Why was she there anyways? Did she just think it would be fun to intrude the party?
Looking around, he thankfully saw nobody even though they would surely arrive soon to start the ball. He took one of the extra table sheets and turned to her again. “But since you are here, you should try to blend in, at least until you find an exit. Stand still.” Carefully he wrapped tablecloth around her body in a particular manner, so that it created a simple Greek-styled dress that would most likely contrast with the more complex and ornate style of the gowns there, but it would certainly be a better alternative to wearing her previous attire- it showed too much skin, it would be seen as improper by most.
He then stared at her thoughtfully, soon coming up with an idea to solve the problem of her still unusual appearance. He took hold of a mask hanging on the wall, one meant for decoration, and placed it on her face. “Keep this on… with some luck, people will think that the wings are part of an elaborate disguise. If you ever lose it, do not move your mouth and pretend that your face is just an accesory.”
Y'all prey for my knees and thighs bc is been a while since I’ve had to play catcher and my mom threw me under the bus so now I’m gonna go and yell at my brother for his pitching. I can’t wait to constantly have to spring up from squaring to go catch his wild balls
“Serah Justyne it’s a shame that you’re not out there helping your brother pitch”
“Mama I was a catcher not a pi- oh.”
Michelle hated being a princess. She was always having to go to balls, receive guests, act “properly” so as to not embarrass her family or her country, and although the advantages – being able to afford to keep up with changing fashions, being protected from the diseases and other dangers the commoners faced, and so on – were great, it was just so boring.
And this was why, whenever she could, she’d taken to sneaking out of the castle, loving the thrill of running off into the wilderness or walking around incognito in the city. But as fun as that was, as most other things it had to come to an end; even as careful as she tried to be about her disappearance going unnoticed, her parents did eventually find out, and after a short discussion (where they discussed and she listened) it was decided that she was getting a personal guard, to stay with her at all times and “protect her from herself”.
Just got back into bowling need help with ball selection.
Joining a league that is letting every bowler choose 2 new bowling balls out of a selection of 4 balls. They are the ebonite maverick, hammer scandal pearl, DV8 pitbull, Brunswick quantum fire pearl.
I’m not super knowledgeable about bowling balls but am very excited to get these and try them out. I currently bowl with no thumb but am looking to go to a more traditional throw once I have my own bowling balls to use. Thanks for any help.
Hi, are you sure I can register as temporary? how does this work? when i tried in the past they registered me as permanent even though i said i wanted it to be temporary. i was also advised by my GIC NOT to switch GPs.
Switching GPs whilst under the care of a GIC is mostly a pain because it can lead to letters from the GIC going to the wrong place - you have to be really on the ball with keeping your details updated on their system. I’ve switched GPs (both temporarily and ‘permanently’) at least a dozen times since I started seeing a GIC with no trouble, though obviously that’s just my experience.
You might need to be very clear with reception at your uni GP that you want to register as a temporary patient. They should give you a form to fill in - the temporary form says so at the top. I have to admit I don’t know for sure that all GP surgeries accept temporary patients, but I can’t imagine it would be an issue.
You actually have two options if you’re travelling between home and uni often: you can either have your ‘home’ uni as your permanent one and your uni GP as temporary, or vice versa. Personally, I register permanently with my uni GP and then sign on as a temporary patient when I come home during the holidays, as terms are longer than holidays. I know of people who register temporarily at university too, though.
So you’re in the shower and I can hear you moaning. As I walk closer to the door I can make out the sound of the soap between your muscular hand and big thick cock making the same noise the way you fuck me. And all I’m thinking about is how I’ve been aching for you all week. Yes we played with each other last night but both of us were too waisted to remember anything. But that didn’t stop me from trying to join you in the shower. See how I planned it, is that I would quietly slide into the shower in all the clothes I was currently wearing, get on my knees and from your sucking each one of your balls just to the touch that it made you grasp my hair a little tighter. Then I’d lick my way to the tip of your dick and slowly start to suck your head. While my mouth is getting your dick even harder I was going to have one hand on your balls gently playing with them and another hand on my wet clit gently rubbing in a way that was making me even more wet.
But that didn’t happen. You told me to get out. So now I keep going to the patio to pleasure myself because I’m a nasty woman.
If you’re reading this, yes I have a problem.And before you scroll down I have something to say.
ALL THE EDDSWORLD FANGIRLS ARE PEICES OF SHIT!! THEY THINK THE HAVE THE BALLS TO GO AND RUIN THE FANDOM!! WANTING THE CREW “to kiss” and “have sex” THEY THINK THEY RUN THE FANDOM BECAUSE EDD IS DEAD!! WELL NEWS FLASH YOU DONT!! AND SOON EDDSWORLD WILL FALL APART AND THE CREW CANT TALK TO EACH OTHER WITHOUT BEING CALLED GAY!! AND(sorry tom) TOM HAD TO SAY THAT PAULTRYK WAS CANON AND THAT WAS ALL IT TOOK FOR THE FANDOM TO FALL APART! DO YOU THINK THIS IS WHAT EDD WANTED? HIS FRIENDS TO BE HARASSED CONSTENTALY? NO! AND I KNOW WHAT YOUR THINKING “shes some random person behind a computer” WELL I DONT CARE!!! THIS FANDOM IS MY LIFE! AND SOME MEAN OLD FANGIRLS WERE JUST LIKE “lets harass the eddsworld crew cuz edd is dead and he cant do anything” THIS FANDOM NEEDS TO PULL THERE SHIT TOGETHER AND GET THEIR HEADS OUT OF THEIR ASSES! AND LEAVE THE CAST A L O N E. but I know you won’t listen, but if you have the balls please repost this some where else.
Wow I will actually fight whoever the fuck that Anon is, you're not petty or dumb at all and they need to stfu and stop acting like a child. If they're going to bitch why don't they at least have the balls to come of anon lmao square up hoe I'm ready to drag ur crusty ass (ps I love u, don't listen to them ur a beautiful handsome person, n I'm sure ✏ Anon thinks abt u like that all the time 😎)
you’re really sweet but i don’t think they’re wrong???
thank you, you’re so kind!
✏ is one of the sweetest people i have ever met and honestly i’m 10000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000% positive that they are as beautiful as they seem, so just the thought of them thinking about me all the time makes my heart flip
I don’t how like people insult me and shit in asks with Anon on. If you’re going to insult me, at least have the balls to at least show who’s making the point. I leave it there for the people afraid of being harassed for agreeing with me. But keep the asks coming. Positive or negative. It’s fun to receive them.
With the new movie of beauty and the beast i realized something
we tend to blame the girls, the princes so fast that we forget the real problem in the movie.
like Beauty and the beast: they always blame belle with Stockholm syndrome but nobody blames Gaston or feel sorry for the Beast for having depression and feel isolation, like he thinks himself as a monster even nobody remembers him.
The little mermaid we blame Ariel for wanting the prince to notice her, but nobody blame the prince for loving based in a voice. And Ariel only wanted to see the world, nothing more.
Cinderella, the prince forgets her face!!! and has to find her by a shoe? and she only wanted to go to a ball.
Love! Do not ever listen to that anon, they can go fuck themselves, they seem to think that the universe revolves around their lazy fat ass, we'll it doesnt...but listen here toni I would gladly sell my soul for you so you never have to go through hate again my precious little ball of fluff and smut sunshine *hugs and wraps wings around you*
Hey I love reading your stuff there amazing and your all great writers iI was wondering if you could do a Auston Matthews one where he lets your son shoot at the all stars and make it really cute it would be awesome if you could.
Author’s Note: THANK YOU love!!! -Julianne
There’s nothing more that Auston love then to show is son how to play hockey. Since Luke was born the only thing Auston could talk about was how he was going to be just like daddy one day and when you saw the spark in Luke’s eye when he saw the puck for the first time you knew that was true.
So when Auston made it to the All Stars you knew with out a doubt that him and Luke were going to have a ball.
“Mommy, were are my skates?” The five year old asked.
“Ummmm…I believe there in the bag under mommy and daddy’s bed, sweetheart.” You said trying to place your hoodie over your head.
“Found them! Thank you mommy! I found them daddy!” You heard Luke say from across the hotel room.
“Great! Go get your jacket buddy.” Auston walking over to were you were. “I have to ask you something?”
“Okay.” You said unsure of were this was going.
“Today there going to do a shootout thing and I wanted Luke to take my place as me. Is that okay? I haven’t told him yet though, I wanted to make sure you were okay with it first.” Auston smiled taking you in his arms.
“I think its wonderful, he’ll love that.” You said making Auston’s smile 10 times bigger.
“Good.” He said placing a deep but sweet kiss to your lips.
Once you guys got to the arena you took Luke towards the ice to wait for Auston to get ready.
“Hey, Luke come down to the ice with me.” Auston said as he walked out of the locker room.
Luke looked a you as to check if it was okay. You nodded to show the toddle that to go with his dad. Luke gave you a kiss before walking down to the ice with his dad. Knowing what was coming you took your phone out and pressed the video button.
As you heard Auston’s name being called on the loud speaker you looked over at Auston who was pushing Luke out.
“Can you go for daddy?” Auston asked his son.
“Are you sure I can do it?” Luke worried.
“Of course, fake Pricey out. You got this bud your a Matthews.” Auston winked.
Luke nodded at his father than looked over at you. You smiled and gave him a thumbs up. He nodded and began to skate. You swore he took after he dad when he skated. Luke did as his father said. He faked Price out and scored. The first thing he did was throw his arms up and yell
“I did it daddy! I did it!”
In that moment you knew Auston was the most proud father ever, even if Luke missed he still would have been proud just to see his son having fun was enough for him.
Carlos is small enough and in bad enough shape for Teddy to pick him up and hold him while waiting for an ambulance and he is SCARED. The guy’s dying in his arms and no one’s there to help and holy fucking shit.
Ted looks down at this little punk who’s definitely his age but looks way younger hooked up to all these monitors and ivs and machines and shit and realizes that yeah, he’s going to fuck the brotherhood up something fierce for having the balls to try and take such a loyal little bastard from him.
Not a single second passes where Ted hasn’t allocated at least one tough looking guy to hang around Carlos’s room and alert him directly of any change in his condition. (He doubles the guard when Johnny’s hospitalized. Too many targets in one very insecure area.)
Steelport is the biggest city Carlos has ever been in and he’s not exactly a fan.
Johnny takes one look at the guy (’is that a fucking beard???’ ‘you’re just jealous cause you can’t grow one’) after like, 5 years of being ‘dead’ and just. hugs him.