i still have all my stuff from it

anonymous asked:

💀😍🐮 My parents have neglected me all my life but one major thing is i was NEVER taught basic hygiene. Ive learned from school, internet, and other people. Im still clueless about so much and ive even had a therapist have to be like a mother and tell me some stuff. Im so embarassed and always have been bc of things such as smelling bad or my clothes being dirty (from not being taught how to wipe or that i needed to after using the restroom) and normal things kids knew already and

💀😍🐮 im 14 but only learned last year about the literal basic basics of hygiene. Im still learning and still embarassed and it hurts a lot. My parents have been majorly abusive all my life amd this just put the cherry on the ice cream when i realized idk any of this stuff.            

friend its okay. I just learned that you’re supposed to wash below the hips in the shower (and that no, soap doesnt travel down there from washing above) And some other things i dont want to say publicly and i know its from not being taught correctly.

Its ok, remember if they never taught you you can always learn it yourself. If you actually have any questions abt hygiene you can pm @modj but now Im a expert abt it LOL (thanks, OCD.)

-mod j


Well, this is embarrassing! I am so very sorry for leaving this blog unattended for such a long time! I had planned to announce a hiatus before leaving, but well that certainly didn’t happen. Life got a little (A LOT) hectic for a while and I went through some personal boring stuff, but I think I am finally back! I do have a full time job and am also doing the college thing so my activity will be sporadic at times.

I am still writing, somewhat, and my goal is to finish all of my ongoing fics and the fics I owe to the winners of my giveaway (you know the one from about 100 years ago…sorry). Sorry again, welcome to those new followers (omg how did i even get followers with a dead blog aahhh) and I hope those that have been with me since way back when are doing good!

So how about an Otayuri mafia AU where Yurio is the rebellious troublemaker grandson of the mob boss and Otabek is hired to protect him (from himself, and others). Because I can’t stop thinking about it :’)

Introducing TD and Chastity Play, What i did wrong......

To me FLR has SO many different angles and when introducing your partner its important to be careful. See where as i took my time, slowly introduced more and more bits into it before eventually plucking up the courage to put the cage on and show her, i still made some real big mistakes.

See my wife is not a Domme, i dont really want to know about her previous life before me but im kinda guessing im the first person that really wants to explore all these roads and possibility with her. I originally made this Blog to share things i found sexy in some way shape or form with her and looking back now i should have kept it more Vanilla and slowly introduced my interest in things like pegging. See you follow all these people then one day they reblog some Sissy stuff, some Anal Torture, Some Ball Busting. From my wife’s perspective she probably sees that and thinks FUCKING HELL.

The reason i am writing this is because somethings have been lost in translation, see she was under the impression that i wanted to become her bitch, a groveling sissy whore who wanted to wear her clothes and make up and suck strapons all day long. Now if that’s your thing im all for it but that wasn’t what i wanted.  

I came across chastity play and tease and denial play a while back, i have always been aware of bondage and always had a thing for tying or being tied up sexually. I saw it as a fun way for a male and female to have a laugh, be intimate and grow together as a couple. As much as i love her Locking me up, tying me up, teasing me and laughing as i quiver on the bed in a desperate need to cum only to deny me for another day i also would love to do the same for her. Its about exploring each others bodies, each others fantasies.

Its only fun for me if its fun for her, if she wants to lock me for a day, a week, a month or a year ill play the game as long as she finds it exiting and gets a kick out of it. If she doesn’t want it its just not going to work. But don’t give up that easily pick it up and put it down, its keeps it exiting. After a chat with my wife in the week she said she likes the cage but doesn’t want a bitch of a husband, so i explained the above and below to her and now i think it makes sense.

I am writing this because i get lots of messages from people asking how did i break the news? how did i get her on board? Truth is we are still working on it, still exploring it. I haven’t been in the cage for months, as real life is more important. This morning after our chats and fun this week i put it on.

I guess im very lucky to have such an amazing wife, i put it on gave her the keys and she smiled. That’s all i wanted. She is one of a kind, trusting and fucking gorgeous.

For anyone out there toying with this i hope this has helped, below are few images i have stolen from others. I hope they don’t mind. Good Luck and go have some fun.

I love making her moan, and its true i work harder when my dick is locked up and im working to earn a release, its common knowledge you put more effort into thngs if your getting something in return. (Or at least you think you are) 

Then there is this, after a night of teasing and a great time she didnt let you cum, your going to wake up in the morning and WANT to do this for her because your still super horny. You know your not going get to cum but pleasing her is at least some sexual activity.

Then on the other hand there is nothing sexier than doing the same to her, make her feel how you feel, i remember once back in the early days i edged my wife and then just turned the wand off and said nah, night night. She was mortified, grabbing my cock, trying her hardest to get me to fuck her. In the morning she woke up horny and we fucked. But it can work both ways.

This is also one that i agree with, the lust i have towards her, the want to constantly touch her, to kiss her its just amazing. Then once you cum its takes a good few days to get that back. Its the strongest drug i have ever felt and its awesome. 

I love it when she feels sexy the sexier she feels the more she glows the better the experience. 

Turn it into a game, a guessing game and have fun with it.

Tease him, if he is anything like me he will enjoy it.

But most importantly talk about it, discuss it find out what you both want from it and just have fun.

I guarantee it will bring you closer together. 

So last night was Food Night. As usual, Penelope was being a butt, but eventually decided that she wasn’t interested in having dinner. So I went to toss the rat in a baggie.

Apparently I got distracted by something in the meantime, cos when I went to bed a few hours later, all my stuff from the shelf over her tank was on the floor, and her tank was empty.


So search the shelves, search the floor, search the drawers. Under the bed, in the hamper, behind the catbox. Still no Penelope. Call my roommates to help me and we flip the bed. Nothing.

Now I was pretty certain she couldn’t have gotten out of the room because the door was shut and there’s no clearance for her to squeeze under, and we were in the living room so there was no way she could wiggle past us.

Commence flipping of the couch and tossing the bathroom anyway.

Just as we’re about to start tossing the guys’ room, one shouts out he’s found her.


had been sitting behind the curtain

watching us look for her ass for over half an hour at 3 in the morning.

Just downright disrespectful.


Oh god finally, two freaking weeks but its finally done! Hahahahaha *sobs*

I know I could have submitted this earlier if I stuck with line art and half assed it, but when last I logged in and saw I was at 247 followers, well holy shit guys! I don’t know where you all came from but I’m super grateful and freaking happy you like my stuff! SO as a big thank you, here, did my best with this and hope you guys like it!

Other Chapters:

Growing Up Chapter 1
Growing Up Chapter 3: Page 1 & 2  Page 3-5  Page 6-7  Page 8-9  Page 10-11

And I decided that the comic title for this would be “Growing Up” since even though technically a college AU, theres gonna be a lot of flashbacks to them as they… well grow up hahaha.

Anyway thanks again!


Have some journal pages from October and November! Still haven’t found a firm style to stick to - I guess my style will be whatever stuff I have to hand at the time whether it be paint, magazine clippings or other stuff. 

More of my journal pages: 1 | 2 | 3

i got sidetracked from working on birthday gifts and asks….


We're a big happy family here apparently

(All OOC prior to restarting our session from the previous night)

Human Pirate/Rogue: Im home now if were gonna finish the dungeon

Human Fighter: paladad is m.i.a.

Earth Genasi Paladin: Paladad is here my son

Human Fighter: Paladad is here, now lets go kill stuff

Human Pirate/Rogue: We still need vampbro and dm

Human Fighter: Vampbro (Vampire Bard) is shipping atm though…

Earth Genasi Paladin: Do we have firesis

Fire Genasi Monk: no

Human Pirate/Rogue: Oh apparently not

Human Fighter: welp guess we have to delay it next week then

Earth Genasi Paladin: Paladad is palasad

  • the guests from westworld: finally, a place where i can harm, assault, and kill everyone i feel like doing this to! living up to all of my darkest, most violent fantasies!! fuck the robots, they have no feelings!!!! westworld is the best!!!!!!!
  • me, a person who is unable to hurt a fictional character's feelings in a choice-based videogame without feeling like a complete monster: sorry, can't relate
His - Part 3 (C.H.)

Originally posted by brokenscenequeen2k15

A/N: Sorry that it took a while. I had writer’s block and too much school stuff going on. Also, I suck at writing endings so prepare for that as well. Other than that, I hope you all enjoy it.

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Part 1 | Part 2


Remember the day we first started talking to each other?

Weeks have passed since that night and Calum and I have gotten a lot closer…and my crush on him has gotten significantly bigger.

I still worked on getting Calum to see just how important and loved he is and there has been some progress.

The bell rang, signaling the end of our anatomy class. Calum and I began putting our stuff away before he spoke up.

“We still on for later?” He asked me.

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When I started cosplay I didn’t really talk to other cosplayers much. The talent and confidence of my cosplay sempai were so intimidating I just wanted to give up. Hell, I still feel that way sometimes, I think most cosplayers do. 

This post is a reminder: We are all, always, at a single point in an ongoing process of improvement. 

Evidence: (trigger warnings for some cringe-worthy photos)

Me, 2006:  I barely know how to operate a sewing machine, I bought my costumes from Ross.

Me, 2007: Bought from Hong Kong, took weeks just to style these wigs.

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hey folks just an update on my health- general consensus is that I had some form of seizure. GP is referring me to a specialist and we’ll see what happens, but they’re actually a lot more common than people think and as I’ve never had one before (barring these sorts of incidents and like, two migraines) we don’t think I’m at high risk, and it might have been triggered by stress amongst other things. Thanks for asking after me and being patient, I’m still feeling a bit fragile from it all so I don’t know how much extra stuff I can draw for you guys but I promise I’m working hard on TPoH for the weekend.

inklingblotspot  asked:

Was your interest in the ocean mostly concerning intertidal zones, or did you just want to physically stay out of the ocean? Because intertidal zones are super awesomesauce, but the fantastic and wicked weird alien stuff happens deeeeep down. See: CHEMOSYTHESIS oh my god I was 14 when I first learned about chemosynthesis and I still smile like a goddamned idiot whenever I think about it. Have a nice day and thank you for making me think about marine biology

I just want to physically stay out of the ocean. It’s too big and has too many things in it, and my body is not optimized for surviving within it. All of the ocean is cool, IMHO, from a microscopic level all the way to behemoths… but submarines and SCUBA diving freak me out. It’s not actually the animals that unsettle me, just the physics of tremendous amounts of water. Riptides? The bends? Water pressure? Drowning? Fucked up.


Hi ya~ Hope you all are doing well! I’m so sorry for being inactive here, I have been working on original stuff and quite occupied with it so kinda took a break from drawing fanart. Here are some of my original characters sketches I want to share with you guys, they’re all from a fantasy world inspired by a role playing community for artists that I had the honor to join during summer time. I’m still working on each character’s design and story so looking forward to more original stuff coming soon :) 

mum | g | 523 words

because i’m hurting from finishing ffxv last night and needed a pick me up and @quicksilverlocket mentioned how cute it would be that promptis call ignis mum by accident and now i have this silly little thing and here just take it i think the fandom needs something light and fun after what we’ve been through!

“Hey mum! Check it out, they have spices on sale – ”

The sentence was cut off, the words falling silent in the blond’s throat as he realised just what he’d said. Noctis’s immediate snickers were enough to send cheeks flaming red in embarrassment, let alone the goading commentary, stating the obvious and highlighting the slip of his tongue even further.

“You just called Ignis ‘mum’, how embarrassing!”

Prompto grumbled, elbowing the prince and wishing he could vanish from the face of the planet. “It wasn’t intentional or anything.” He mumbled.

But when Ignis approached the isle, he had the same neutral expression as he usually did, eyes slightly widening when he saw the cost the spices had been reduced to. “You’re right, Prompto. Good spotting.” He said and began to pick out the spices they were running short on.

Relieved that there seemed to be no ill-will concerning the slip, Prompto let the topic die, though Noctis was more than happy to grin about it for as long as he pleased.

Thankfully, all seemed to be forgotten by the time they returned to the campsite and Prompto settled into one of the camp-chairs by the fire, casting glances at Noctis, the prince’s grin gone for now, but he knew Noctis wasn’t one to completely let things go. He was sure to tell Gladio – the bodyguard who was reclined against his rented chocobo, nose deep in a book – any second and the moment he tried to, Prompto would have to initiate any and all damage control necessary to prevent it.

“Aw man…” Noctis suddenly complained. “Mum! There’s a hole in my shirt again.”

Silence fell over the campsite, Noctis freezing in place, Gladio looking up over his book, Prompto staring wide-eyed and Ignis continuing to arrange the needed ingredients for that night’s meal.

It was Prompto’s outburst of gleeful laughter that ended the crippling silence and Noctis wasn’t sure if he was grateful or annoyed. “Oh yeah, laugh it up, Prompto!” He said, raising his voice over Prompto’s laughter. You called him ‘mum’ first.”

Even with his own secret out, Prompto couldn’t help the gasps of joy escaping him, leaning back against his chair and wiping away tears of mirth. “And you laughed at me!” He managed,

“That’s enough, now.” Ignis stated, tone flat as stone, effectively silencing the noise at the campsite. “Noct, leave your shirt out for me to mend later and Prompto, make yourself useful and set the table, please.”

Somehow, the absolute nonchalant response to the situation only brought grins to both Noctis and Prompto’s faces, coming to a consensus without even speaking that a new nickname was well and truly born. “Yes, mum.” They replied and split up to do as they were asked.

Head shaking, Gladio stood from the ground, book placed open on a camp chair to approach Ignis, who had the slightest hint of a smile at the corners of his lips, eyes focused on the vegetables he was chopping. “You do realise you coddle them too much, right?” He asked.

Ignis’s hands paused, processing the words, before he continued, his gaze becoming fond. “I suppose…”

The Imperfections of human beings.

I wanted to write some formal stuff about T6T now that I’m on a real keyboard. I spent the entire night just sifting through people’s very angry, upset, hurt posts about John, Sherlock, Mary, and even Molly.  I think people need to step back and realize what this show is actually about: human beings.

I grew up in a hugely broken home.  My mother’s 6 year relationship with the man of her dreams was shattered when he cheated on her after 6 months of being married.  Our lives effectively ended as she spiraled into alcoholism and a massive depression which eventually killed her.  I’ve grown up literally thinking that cheating on your spouse is how Satan prepares you for your eternity in the boiling shit cauldron of Hell.  In short: I. Hate. Cheaters.

Naturally, when I saw what John was engaging in, my anger shot up like a piss volcano.  My instant reaction was fury, to drop the man and his character like a hot dog patty.  But then, I remembered, that this show has one true characteristic above all others: human beings are not just one thing. People, are flawed.  People, are never ever perfect, no matter how much they try to be.

Listen to what Mary said to John.  She said it was so hard to try and live up to the perfection that she thought John was.  That perfection is (and ALWAYS has been, y’all) a facade.  I never did understand why people thought John was an angel when it’s demonstrated in the very first episode that he is NOT.  I was able to see that, but I was able to see his goodness too.  Same with Sherlock.

Ironically, both of these idiots have spent the better half of 3 seasons trying to BE perfect.  It’s a lie. It can never be.  The irony of Sherlock calling out Mary’s “facade” in HLV just…I sat there grinning from ear to ear because honey you are ALL operating behind a facade.  Every single one of you.  John thinks he wants a quiet life but in actuality he is drawn to catastrophic danger. Copy that verbatim for Mary.  Sherlock thinks he’s a perfect thinking machine without emotion, yet he sits and bawls over his childhood pet. Molly thinks she wants a normal dude who goes to pubs but instead she really wants “a high functioning sociopath”. For God’s sake Mrs. Hudson used to help run a drug ring. Mycroft is perfectly fine covering up murders, sending out assassins, whatever it takes to keep his interests intact.  Ha ha ha these people are aaaaall fuuuuuucked.

 Now, I am still furious with John.  John was ultimately responsible for his family’s destruction.  It was inevitable.  His undying love for danger, despite having a newborn baby in his life, put him and his family on a collision course with tragedy.  Sherlock added to this, but he did not cause it directly.  If John had truly been a responsible dad he’d have picked up and moved his family to the damned suburbs or something and quit solving cases with Sherlock…but he didn’t.  Now, he’ll have to deal with that guilt.  The guilt of being a major reason why his baby girl will now grow up motherless. Sherlock was responsible for the final straw, but John was responsible for the haystack.

And that’s the point of Sherlock.  These people are all terribly, helplessly broken.  I think the most pure person in this show is Molly Hooper, and she’s not perfect either.  There’s only ever been one perfect human being and they nailed Him to a cross.

Having said all of this, and while John’s actions in T6T I found to be absolutely unlikable, reprehensible, and gross…I know he is just a man.  His life was changing at an alarming pace.  A new baby, from what I have heard, throws couples into turmoil all the time.  The man still suffers from mental illness.  He is now a single father, hates his best friend (he’ll get over it, y’all, the writing will make sure of that), and his wife went to her grave believing he was a perfect person when he knows in his heart he is anything but. John Watson made his bed, and he’ll lie in it forever now.  It will now be his personal journey to redeem himself for what has happened.  Sherlock has been on his own personal journey for, well, ever. Now it’s John’s turn.  I’m willing to give him the same chance I’ve given to his stupid friend.  

No one is perfect in Sherlock.  No one is perfect in life.  That’s the point.  We can sit and hate the people who’ve wronged us, and believe me, I still hold a lot of hate in my heart for my stepdad for turning my mother into a pile of rubbish and causing me to grow up a mess of a person.  But in the end, it makes zero positive difference in my life.  That hate is an anchor on me, a weight I don’t want and am still filing at it’s chain to free myself from. 

We forgive or we don’t, but we move on regardless of what choice we make.  We’ll have to see if John Watson makes better choices in the future.  For that little baby girl…he’d better.  I’m willing to wait and see.