i think this should just be in my about me. no this should be my about me

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Oh boy. I finished this thing in a day, but I procrastinated posting it for another three days after realizing a lot of errors in the format of the comic rip but im lazy af so i never even fixed them ahh. As for the other comic I was working on: every new chapter released reveals another logical flaw in the comic. I think I’ll wait till the companion fic starts to really fix up that comic orz :’( 

This is for chapter 12 in the fic Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by @kazliin

I think people forget that Vegeta likes training and fighting almost as much, if not the same, as Goku. Here’s the difference: Vegeta cares about Bulma more than that thing he loves. He prioritizes her. He may not say it and may even look like he doesn’t give a crap but his actions express it perfectly.

I’m sorry I could never be the daughter you wanted
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♥ Kenny + Kyle fusion ♥

haha i spent way too much time thinking this out.. here’s what i have in mind for their personality:

  • book smart & street smart
  • REALLY HARD WORKER
  • acts really snobby, but is actually super caring
  • lots of grumbling and mumbling
  • V E RY PROTECTIVE
  • lots of near death experiences
  • loves their little siblings
  • nerdy pick up lines
  • v perceptive
  • really hung up on doing whats right
  • spends a lot of time on the internet
  • that one guitar asshole that sings love songs
  • frugal
  • very poor health; gets sick easily
  • family is extremely important to them
  • terrible dancer (but loves going to raves)
  • struggles w/ faith and reality


> [ Creek Fusion ] <

The culture of college education in this country is so frustrating to me, because it ends up feeling like life and death when it really really shouldn’t. Failing an exam or dropping a class or taking more than four years or even dropping out of school shouldn’t feel like the end of the world, and we all know this, rationally, at yet they do. 

(And people who went to college when you could basically always get into your first choice school and pay for the entire year with your summer job busing tables, perpetuate this by making everything about arbitrary metrics of ~success~ rather than happiness/general life satisfaction).

And yeah, there are a lot of cultural and societal factors at play, not least of which is the way that our education system treats college like the goal, something that must be harnessed to guarantee the highest possible earning potential, a necessity for future success and happiness. 

But expecting to know what you want to do for the rest of your life when you’re what? 17/18/19? is ridiculous. Hell, I’m in my twenties and in grad school and I still don’t know what I want to do with my life most days. Basically no one I graduated from college with is doing what they ultimately want to do (if they even know what they want to do). 

Idk idk. Life isn’t linear and it’s a lot longer than it seems when you’re 19 (which I realize is rich coming from me, the 23 year old), and they way we treat college is kind of (very) fucked up. 

there are some ultimatums i wish i had made earlier. cut myself out of pictures long beforehand. my mother told me if someone ever gave me an ultimatum to just get out of there but i think she forgot there are good ones. 

like it’s me or it’s your hate of women. like i should have stopped talking to him long before then. but he was nice when he wasn’t making those jokes and i tried to tell him. he said they weren’t hurting anyone. but why did he think i was bringing it up, then? it didn’t matter. i was young. and.

like it’s me or you keep doing those little impressions of a gay man. like i knew she thought they were funny. and she said she was totally fine with gay people. i should have known then. when she found out about me she couldn’t stop laughing. of course, she cackled, while i held hands with my girlfriend, god i knew you were weird but this is “and then some.”

it’s me or your petty racism. it’s me or how you treat waitresses. it’s me or you keep being a terrible human. i believe in you and i think you can change but the question is will you. because when i told him it’s me or your anger, he chose his anger. there are people like that. who won’t change. who don’t care enough about you. there are times you have to realize - we are two incompatible humans and flawed and maybe one of us is right or we’re both wrong but it doesn’t matter because we just don’t belong. there’s no reconciling what we’ve lost. 

she said fine. it’s me or your goddamn feminist poetry. and i smiled. because that one was easy. i just wish she hadn’t waited to ask me.

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i’ve been trying to post a drawing every day so…here’s some lineless practice with allura holding… molten steel? a star? you decide.

My vague thoughts about one day submitting my writing to a publishing house go in cycles of “no, all my ideas are way too cliched, I enjoy writing them but it’s the same high fantasy novel we’ve all seen 300 times before” and “I know for a FACT my writing is better and more original than Fifty Shades so if that piece of shit can become a bestseller then DAMMIT I deserve at least as much popularity”

i hate that my heart feels so much. like i can dead ass see the SMALLEST thing ever and it’ll impact me SO much it’s unreal. that puppy over there? yeah that hit me and i’ll probably go home and think about it because it was so dang cute. that joke that was kinda sorta rude? yeah i’m gonna think about that for a solid month straight and i’ll refrain from doing anything like what the joke was pointed to again. like peoples words and actions impact me so much more than they should and i just feel like 10x what should be normal and i have yet to determine if this is good or bad because it means my highs or so high but my lows, they get so damn low. everything i feel is in extremes or nothing at all and it’s so crazy which is why i usually just keep everything inside and let it all build up and only spill to a few people or spill a little bit out and so many people think they know me and have me figured out but like, they don’t!! you only know what i show you!! because i just tell people enough so it makes me seem easy going and not at all different but really i’m so damn complex i’m like the puzzle that is a thousand pieces and when you finally piece it together you realize you’re missing some and god it’s so crazy. nothing inside of me is ever calm, i am always one inch away from the panic button, i am always one scream away from deafening myself. but you’ll never know that because i make sure i hide it so good and i make sure that i’m so damn kind and positive that you’d never see me struggling a day in my life.

We all know that it’s canon that Ronan can sing and probably has a great singing voice (since they’re all willing to listen to him for hours on cave missions) so please consider the following;

  • Ronan humming as he does work at The Barns and Opal picking up the tune and starting to sing along. No, it’s not the Murder Squash song but he does teach her that later and Adam mock glares at him every time Opal starts belting it out
  • Ronan sitting with Adam through one of his study sessions and noticing that Adam is tired, so he starts drumming his fingers and singing quietly to help Adam stay awake
  • Alternatively, Ronan softly murmuring lyrics to calm Adam down after a nightmare, running his fingers through Adam’s hair and occasionally kissing his forehead until he falls back asleep
  • Ronan jokingly -not so jokingly, actually- serenading Adam in the kitchen while they’re cooking something together and Opal twirling and dancing to the song, while Adam grins and tries to look exasperated with the both of them
  • Ronan singing along to Disney songs while they’re watching Disney movies with Opal, and Adam falling even more in love and marvelling at the beauty that is Ronan Lynch
  • Adam and Ronan cuddling on the couch and Ronan starts singing in another language, and he refuses to tell Adam what any of it means but it’s obviously a love song. Adam just hides a smile in Ronan’s neck and continues to listen with his good ear angled towards Ronan’s voice, and his fingers clutching at Ronan’s shirt
  • Ronan belting lyrics out while they’re driving somewhere and Adam laughing at how juvenile his boyfriend sounds atm
  • Just Ronan sometimes singing when he’s happy and Adam loving his voice and Opal picking up the habit from her dad. What a beautiful nerd family.
  • Bonus; One time, Adam finds some old records late at night and he puts them in the record player in the living room, and when Ronan comes back from checking on Opal, he smiles and starts singing along. Then Adam is tugging at his hand and they’re playfully dancing together and twirling around the living room with grins on both their faces
lines in make happy that made me cry

“we all deserve love, even on the days when we aren’t our best”

“i had a privileged life, and i got lucky, and i’m unhappy”

“if you can live your life without an audience, you should do it.”

“i don’t go to the gym because i’m self conscious about my body, but i’m self conscious about my body because i don’t go to the gym.”

“part of me loves you, part of me hates you, part of me needs you, part of me fears you.”

“i don’t think that i can handle this right now”

“come watch the skinny kid when a steadily declining mental health and laugh as he attempts to give you what he cannot give himself”

“i know i’m not a doctor, i’m a pussy, i put on a silly show. i should probably just shut up and do my job so here i go.”

“you can tell them anything if you just make it funny, make it rhyme, and it they still don’t understand you, then you run it one more time.”

“thank you, goodnight, i hope you’re happy.”

“on a scale from one to zero, are you happy?”

“what the fuck kind of question is am i happy?”

“i really wanna try to get happy. and i think that i could get it if i didn’t always panic every time i’m unhappy.”

“oh god my dad was right.”

“so if you know or ever knew how to be happy, on a scale of one to two now, are you happy?”

“you’re everything you hated, are you happy?”

“hey look ma, i made it, are you happy?”

feel free to add on

Can I just say, we need more body headcanons in the Matsu fandom. It’s actually kinda inspirational if you think about it:

Osomatsu with the extra chub makes me feel comfortable about my stomach, a little extra fat never hurt anyone.

Karamatsu with the thicc thighs makes me feel okay with my thighs, bigger thighs are just as beautiful as normal thighs. ( There is another headcanon where Kara supposedly has a more muscular figure but I just really like this one more ^^)

Choromatsu’s lanky body makes me realise how everyone has different types of body types and we should respect them for who they are and what they are. 

Ichimatsu’s solidly built body makes me feel that it’s okay to have ‘pudge’. It’s actually quite adorable more than anything ~

Jyushimatsu’s fit body makes me feel that you should be happy with your body, and keeping fit is a great thing (Even though I honestly don’t even try lmao)

Todomatsu’s feminine body makes me feel that it’s ok to have a bit more of a curve, curvy and beautiful too ~

and it was from this moment on that krista was everyone’s waifu

First threesome and sharing experience!

So this is how our first threesome went, and how my fiancé really got into the idea of sharing me. I’m not entirely sure how it came up, but it was his idea to try a threesome. He said he was kind of nervous about whether I should have sex with the other guy as well, or what, but I said we could just go with the flow. I was craving some new action and it was his idea in the first place, so I said sure! We both agreed It should be someone we trust, so he let me pick one of his friends who we knew would be down for it. He was tall and muscular, very hot. It kind of got me excited just thinking about him. So my fiancé talked to him about it and we set up a date. Well the day arrived and when his friend showed up, we all had a couple drinks and talked for a while to break the ice. After a while, we decided it was time. We went into the bedroom and they both sat on the bed. I sat in my fiances lap and started to kiss him, making out as I rubbed him through his jeans. We stopped kissing and I locked eyes with him, a sort of silent “go ahead” from him. I turned towards his friend and I started to kiss him too, his hand held my cheek. I started to rub up his thigh and found his cock through the jeans, I could feel he was half hard but still quite large. I started to rub them both as I alternated kissing them, I could feel already his friend was gonna be bigger than him. It really turned me on. I told them each to stand and I got on my knees between them. I unzipped my fiances jeans and pulled them down, then pulled his boxers down, his hard cock sticking straight at me. He’s about 6" when he’s hard, and not very thick, but not pencil thin either. Just sort of average. I rubbed his cock with my hand for a second and then took it into my mouth, deep throating him entirely to the base. I looked up at him as I did this, saw he was enjoying it. Then I took him out of my mouth. I turned now and looked up at his friend. I’m not sure if he could see in my eyes how excited I was, but I was extremely excited. I did the same for him, unzipped his jeans and pulled them down. His cock was pushing against his boxers and when I pulled them down, I think my jaw dropped a little. He was so big, he was only about 80% hard and it was bigger than my fiances. Thick and long. I immediately wrapped my hand around it and stroked it for a moment before holding it up and licking up his shaft, then taking the head into my mouth. I reached behind me and took my fiancé in my hand, rubbing him as I sucked more and more of his friends big cock. He was still rock hard in my hand so I knew he was enjoying it. I tried to deep throat his friends cock but couldn’t take it all in like I could with him, it actually hurt my jaw a little just to fit it in there in the first place. Then I switched and sucked my fiances cock again, and rubbed his friend. I alternated back and forth like this for 5 or 10 minutes, my pussy now quite wet from being so turned on. I stood and they removed my shirt, then my bra. My fiancé kissed me while his friend was feeling my tits, pinching my nipples which made me moan into my fiances mouth. My fiancé stopped and started to undo my belt as his friend kissed my neck, then kissed down to my boobs and started sucking on my nipples. I grabbed his head and held it there as my fiancé pushed my pants down, then my panties. I was already pretty wet but my fiancé wanted to eat me out first, so I laid on the bed. He started to lick my pussy, so I was sucking his friends cock again, massaging his balls as I did. Then my fiancé told me to get on my hands and knees so I did. I kept sucking his friend while he got behind me and slipped his bare cock into me. (I was on good birth control now so we ditched condoms). My fiancé grabbed my hips and started fucking me, the motion pushing his friends cock further into my mouth each time. His friend grabbed my hair in one hand and my head in the other hand and started pushing my mouth further onto his dick. Now, my fiancé has never lasted long in bed, and this was no exception. He fucked me for about 3 or so minutes, before I felt him pull out quickly and shoot his load onto my back, just 2 little strings of cum or so. I looked back at him as he finished and he let out a sigh of satisfaction. He got off the bed, clearly done and his friend and I sort of just looked at him. I said “baby I know you weren’t sure if you’d be able to let him fuck me, but…can i? We didn’t cum yet..” my fiancé looked back at me and said “yeah, it’s okay.” I instantly smiled and turned back towards his friend, sucking him deep again. I noticed my fiancé watching intently, his cock actually getting hard again, and I knew he thought it was hot. After another minute, his friend looked at him and said “Ya know, I’m gonna fuck her how I fuck every girl, I’m not gonna take it easy.” My eyes shot open because I thought it would piss off my fiancé, but he just stood there, not saying anything and nodded. Then his friend picked me up easily into his arms and I wrapped my legs around his waist. We made out, sucking on each others tongues and biting lips as my fiancé watched. Then he got onto the bed and laid me down on my back. He grabbed my tits again, then situated himself between my legs. He laid his big cock against my stomach so his balls were by my pussy. “See how deep it’s gonna be?” He asked me, then looked at my fiancé as if he was asking him too. His tip was just under my belly button. I bit my lip and pinched my nipples, my eyes closing as he pulled back. He began rubbing my clit with his tip, then rubbed it between my pussy lips, teasing me and getting his tip wet. I kept my eyes closed as I felt him push one of my legs up to my chest, and the head of his cock found the entrance to my pussy. His head rested comfortably inside me as he started to push his weight into me. I felt his cock pushing it’s way inside me, he pushed in firmly until he was balls deep. My eyes shot open with pleasure, I felt so filled. His cock filled me so much better than my fiances. “Fuck you’re tight!” He exclaimed as he held himself there. Then he put my feet up over his shoulders, put his hands on the bed by my shoulders, leaning down into me as he started to thrust. I looked over at my fiancé and was shocked to see him rubbing his cock to me getting fucked! We exchanged eye contact, until his friend started fucking me faster, making my eyes roll back into my head. I wrapped my arms around him, my nails digging into his back. I screamed out that I was going to cum and I heard my fiancé say “cum baby, cum on his cock”. It was so sexy, and his friend was so big inside me I instantly exploded into an orgasm, my nails digging into his back more and my jaw dropping. His friend said “oohhh I can feel her clenching around me” and he was right, the waves of my orgasm were making my pussy squeeze around him and then loosen, over and over until I started to come back down. He grunted and fucked me for another minute before pulling out, picking me up and flipping me onto my hands and knees. He slapped my ass really hard, then again. I could feel the mark his hand left. Then he squeezed my ass hard and stuffed himself back inside me. My eyes rolled back again as I was quickly filled back up. He grabbed my hair in his hand and pulled back on it to pull me against him as he continued fucking me. I watched my fiancé from this position as he was still slowly rubbing his cock to me being fucked. I moved my arms out from under me so my face and shoulders were against the bed, ass up in the air. I reached between my legs to rub my clit, and after another minute I was cumming again. I slapped my hand over my mouth and closed my eyes as I came. “Fuck, I love that!” I heard his friend exclaim before spanking me again, long deep, slow strokes as I came so he could really feel me. My fiancé sat on the bed beside me and said “does that feel good baby? Does he fuck you good?” I knew he wasn’t being self conscious, I knew he actually really loved this, so I answered honestly. “Fuck baby, he fucks me so good, he’s so big, I feel so full of cock.” My fiancé bit his lip to my response, still rubbing his cock. He looked to his friend and said “Ya know, she rides really well”. His friend said “Oh yeah? Why don’t you show me?” And spanked me again. He pulled out and I moaned as I felt empty. I got on my knees and kissed his friend, then pushed him down onto his back. I straddled his waist and grabbed his cock, it felt all slimy from fucking me so long. I put the tip in me and placed my hands in his chest for balance. I noticed my fiancé watching his cock in my pussy, so I started riding up and down, just the first half of his cock at first, teasing his tip and not giving the whole thing. Then I sat down hard, his cock disappearing into me as both him and I let out a satisfied moan. He squeezed my ass and started bouncing me up and down, sliding up then letting gravity pull me back down hard. He started thrusting upwards as I came down, pushing it in even harder. My fiancé stood beside the bed now, leaned over to kiss me for a second as I kept riding. He kissed me and went back to playing with himself so I looked back at his friend and we locked eyes as I continued riding. He liked his thumb and started rubbing my clit with it and it made me weak, I collapsed down onto his chest. He wrapped his muscular arms around my body and held me there as he thrusted up into me. I felt my body begin to shake as I started cumming a third time. He fucked me until I finished cumming, then when I regained my breath he let go and I started riding again. He grabbed my boobs and squeezed them as I kept riding. He started to grunt and he said that he was getting close to cumming. I started riding up and down faster, then sat down completely and moved my hips around in circles, pushing his cock into every corner of my pussy. I saw he loved it so I alternated between circling a few times then bouncing a few times, then back to circles. He grabbed onto my hips and I felt his grip getting stronger. I looked at my fiancé and he was rubbing himself really quickly now, so I just let his friend use me how he wanted. His friend said “fuck…fuck..clench your pussy like when you cum!” And slammed me down onto him and held my body there. Once he did that, I started to clench my muscles around him like he asked me to. I did it once and felt his already big cock tense up deep inside me. I tightened my muscles again and I felt him release. I clenched my pussy around him, as if milking him into me. I timed it to the pulsing of his cock, tightening up as his cock tensed, then loosening to feel another shot of cum enter me. I could feel his cum shooting deep into me. He must have really liked me squeezing around him because he came for at least 15 seconds or so, shooting rope after rope of cum into my pussy. He groaned loudly as he finished and I climbed off him. To my surprise, my fiancé immediately told me to lay on my back and I did. He spread my legs to find some of his friends cum dripping out of me. Then, he grabbed his cock and pushed his friends cum back into me! I almost laughed because I felt so stretched after fucking a big cock for so long, that my fiances cock felt tiny inside me. But he loved it. He must have been close already because he thrusted wildly for about 20 seconds and then he too came inside me, albeit a much smaller amount. He emptied his load into me, mixing with his friends. And so that’s about it, I hope you enjoyed the story of our first threesome and sharing experience, more to come :)

  • My Dad: u r the only person in the world who likes gargoyles anymore. It was awful and it had too many Star Trek actors
  • Me: i will fight u and the internet will back me up
I am so angry

I got attacked by a mob once.

I was a kid; sixth or seventh grade, and we were having gym class outside. It was cold, so I wore a coat. Nobody else wore a coat.

The teacher walked away for a minute, and that’s when it happened.

There wasn’t any signal, nobody said anything, but they surrounded me, and somebody forced the hood of my coat up over my head and somebody yanked the drawstrings of it tight so that it covered my face and I couldn’t see, and then they all pushed me around, laughing.

I dissociated. I felt like I was floating, all the fear I was feeling somehow distant.

And then the teacher walked back and they stopped. He must have seen, but he didn’t say anything. None of them got in trouble. I never told anyone about it because I thought it had been my fault for letting it happen. I should have fought back, I thought. I should have been strong enough to stop it. It was my fault.

For years afterwards, I never wore a coat.

I’m grown up now, stuck in the same small town where all of those people still live, and you know what they have? Guns. I’ve seen pictures of the permits, up on Facebook. Concealed carry.

I feel guilty, though, for being frightened. Illinois was a pretty solidly Democrat state—although I think a lot of the democrat votes come from Chicago, and I live in a very rural area.

But it’s not as if I’m visibly queer. I have long hair; I look like a cisgender girl. I’m not dating anyone; I’m only out as bisexual and genderqueer to a few people. I’m white. Logically, I’m relatively safe—as safe as anyone who looks like a woman can ever be.

And it’s not as if I see those people anymore, the ones from the mob. I stay in the house, mostly, and don’t see anyone, really, except my family: grandparents, cousins, aunt.

They voted for Trump.

My cousin has a baby shower coming up this Sunday—how am I supposed to go to it? How am I supposed to look these people in the eyes, these people who say they love me but think people like me are less than human?

I bite my tongue, second guess everything I say.

What a gorgeous woman, I say, when an actress comes onto the television screen, and then I wince.

I flinch when people use the wrong pronouns for me.

My mother says she has so much trouble remembering because she has to call me she in front of our family.

Just tell them, she says. What’s the worst that can happen?

My grandfather used to take me for boat rides when I was a kid.

He has a Trump sticker on the bumper of his truck.

They love you, my mother says.

My cousin taught me to ride a bicycle, to tie my shoes.

Voting Trump, she said on Facebook. Who’s with me.

He tells the truth, my thirteen-year-old cousin said.

What truth is that? The truth that people like me should be given electroshock? Or the truth that little girls like you are old enough for grown men to fuck them?

I am so angry.

Our family has lunch together every Sunday. At one of the lunches a couple of months ago, they had a discussion about how ‘homosexuals’ had ‘ruined’ the words gay and queer.

And there I am, in the corner, shaking.

I don’t go to those family lunches very often anymore.

They love you, my mother says, it’s not as if they’re going to disown you.

But I don’t want to be their fucking exception; I don’t want them to have to ‘overlook’ my queerness or ‘forgive’ me for it. Love the sinner, hate the sin—what sin, the sin of my existence?

I am so angry.

You act paranoid, my mother says, you act like you’re afraid for your life.

And maybe she’s right. Maybe I am paranoid. Logically, I know, I’m relatively safe, but I can’t help but feel that the teacher has walked away for the next four years.

I know the rules now, though: don’t wear a coat, if nobody else is wearing one. Smile when they call you she. Don’t glance at pretty girls. Bite your tongue. Present as your assigned gender.

The thing is, I don’t want to have to do that anymore. I want to be visible; I want to feel like I exist. Do you know, I didn’t even realize it was possible to be queer until I was twelve fucking years old? I learned it from a fantasy novel. I thought it was a misprint, at first, the main character and the love interest having the same pronouns. I had no queer role models growing up, because everyone I knew who was queer was closeted.

I am so angry.

I am tired of hiding; I am tired of feeling afraid.

I am so angry. 

I am so very angry.