I love going on vacation. Especially to somewhere warm and tropical with my brother. All the cares of the real world fade away. No one knows or cares that we are related. Nothing to do but enjoy ourselves. It’s amazing how intense our sexual urges become when all the normal daily distractions are thousands of miles away.
Every day it is mostly the same wonderful routine.
Followed by breakfast an hang out at the beach or the pool.
After a few walks on the beach and a few drinks its back to the bungalow for some siesta sex.
Lying in the warm sun with a rum punch buzz I dream about how satisfying my last orgasm was hand how my pussy is still wet with my brothers cum. It’s going to be that way perpetually on this trip. We are fucking 3, 4 even 5 times a day. More sun and sand and surf and drinks and before you know it the sun is getting low on the horizon. We gather our towels and lotion and head back to the room
Wanna know what would be super messed up? If we got a villain (perhaps a doctor at arkham because that’s always a fun choice) who thinks they’re on the side of good….using hypnotism, drugs, and surgical alteration to change a villain into a civilian. I especially find the idea uncomfortable when thinking that perhaps they’d start small, kidnapping someone on the border, a chaotic good or someone more neutral to manipulate. Jason would be taken suddenly and his friends and family would be in a frenzy to find him, only to find him wandering Gotham the next night unsure of where he had been. They assume he’s alright but take him back to the manor for observation.
Over the next few days he exhibits odd behaviors or lack off
1. He’s strangely polite to Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian
2. No cussing
3. Willing to do whatever Bruce tells him
4. A sudden aversion to firearms/lethal and non lethal weapons/violence
5. The most unsettling part is when the family suddenly realize that a lot of his childhood memories are fuzzy and his death is a blank space. He doesn’t even remember that he died.
6. He doesn’t remember why he’s a vigilante or why he fights but the drive is still there .
5. With that drive still in place he will get himself into fights, with that aversion he will get hurt.
I’d love to see a fanfiction that looks at how the batfamily would handle this sort of situation.
You felt sad , lonely. You didn’t know what to make of it. The voices in your head told you to kill yourself, so you tried, this was your first day going back , the only person who knew this far was Hotch , you he to tell him you kinda were off work for 3 weeks and you missed about 3 cases.
You walk to your desk , all eyes on you , wondering where you’ve been , making you grip your sleeves hard. “Eyes on the prize” Hotch said , telling people to get back to work. “Thanks” you smile your tiny dimples indent. He just slightly smiles back to you “get to work” he whispers. Good ol Hotch. “I’ve got a case on the plane everyone”. As you followed your many friends on to the plane you sat in the corner with your sleeves rolled up to your elbows reading your book when a voice interrupted your focus. “I am the messenger , good book” Spencer sat down in front of you looking down at the book. “Yeah , it’s my third time reading it” you smile , following Spencers line of sight , which was focused on your vertically stitched up arms. Suddenly you weren’t smiling anymore , his face was scruffed up , eyebrows furrowed, quickly you pull your sleeves down but it was to late he had seen. “Wha-whats that y/n” you look down and play with your fingers. “Nothing” you mumble. “Y/n I’m a doctor, I know that’s not nothing”. You look at him tears starting to dwell, “I was sick of the voices” you said sniffing trying not to bring attention to yourself. “Ok” Spencer takes your hand , lifting your sleeves taking a closer look. “Don’t be ashamed of them ” he says , talking about your new scars. “They’ll be there for the rest of your life” he gives you a reassuring smile and you look at him and giggle “ thanks Spence ” you say looking him in the eye. “Anything for my favorite girl” he ends with a blush
So let me get this straight. Naomi was stripped of her title because she was hurt and wouldn't be able to defend it in 30 days (even though the next PPV was mania), and comes back and wins the title at the next PPV, but Brock Lobster, mayor of Steroid City, is allowed to just flounce off with the Universal Title for 3 months before defending it at Great Balls Of Fire?
it really is some shit. and i hate the excuses people use to defend stripping naomi of the title. ‘’she was stripped of it because she was legitimately hurt!’’ or ‘’lesnar isn’t stripped because he’s a part timer! he’s a special attraction!’’
the ‘she was legitimately’ hurt excuse holds no water, because trish was legitimately hurt too during one of her title reigns and she continued to hold the women’s title for literal months while she was out recovering. and literally everything about ‘part-timers’ getting special privileges, especially getting to dodge wellness violations that embarrass the company, and being paid more than everyone else, and just showing up when it’s ‘convenient’ for them while everyone else has to be on the road and away from their families is complete bullshit.
And that was the last time I kissed her,the last time her lips touched mine; how do I keep myself from going insane knowing I’ll never hold her in my arms again, when I wake up in the middle of the night and she’s all I crave, how do forget,when you’ve traced every inch of them with your fingertips. I live in my memories, going back to the moments I will always cherish. & I wonder if you ever truly stop loving someone, and I don’t mean them having a special place in your heart, I mean if there comes a moment where your heart skips a beat when someone mentions my name even though it’s been 3 years; do you hold feelings you still can’t explain, you run out of words to say; do you spend days going back in your mind to what we had and secretly wanting it back. Or have you completely fallen out of love and moved on.and if you have could you teach me to forget. Because it hurts to remember, it hurts to remember our nights under the beach sky, talking for hours near the bonfire,playing in the cold water only to end up wrapped around you. I know I’ll never forget you. & no matter what happens, I’ll always love you, maybe in a different form, but my love for you won’t die, you’ll transform into a flame I’ll keep alive inside. Something to remember you by, I can only hope that someday I’m able to love someone else again, because I have so much love to give. & I hope the same for you.
A letter I wrote years ago to the girl who changed my life. To the anniversary that never was. Still remembering you. Wherever you are.
cuttlefish by DorinMantoiu From Palawan we have a direct flight to Cebu. The plane leaves 30min ahead of schedule, they were done with the boarding :) From Cebu it’s a 3.5h drive to the northern tip of the island and a 30min boat ride to Malapascua. We’re back at Ocean Vida and diving with Martin at Sea Explorers. We were here 4 years ago and liked it a lot. The next four days are getting up before 5am to dive with thresher sharks, followed by a day trip to one of the closer by islands to dive there. I like Gato Island most, frogfish and lots of critters, even bumblebee and harlequin shrimps. Sambawan Island has beautiful coral reefs, holders covered in pink and blue broccoli coral or forests of white, orange, green black corals. For the thresher sharks we went to a less crowded alternative dive site, totally worth it, got to see them very close by and in 20m depth only, so better light for Dorin’s fotos. After a day full of diving we hang out in the beanbags at the beach. And go to bed early, cause 5am wake-up….
The first time Viktor had to take care of Yurio, the kid had been 12 or 13. They were at a skate competition in Spain (both competing). After the competition, Yakov got called back to Russia for an emergency (possibly the time he was going through his divorce), forcing Viktor to look after the preteen for the remaining 3 days before their flight back (maybe because they both were training under Yakov and they knew eachother, maybe because Viktor offered).
-Viktor being his “playboy” self. People eating up the fact that Viktor was so “heroic” looking after Yurio (who was still angsty like he is know but maybe not as much). Viktor, being in his very early 20s just wants to have some fun, which he found hard to do with a kid hanging around. But all-in-all, he doesn’t really mind.
-Sometime later, Yurio ends up really sick. Viktor wakes up to find the preteen huddled against the bathroom floor, vomit everywhere. He tries helping the kid up but Yurio scrambles away, slamming into the wall behind him, tears streaming down his face. Confusion crosses Viktor’s face as he steps closer, calling the boy’s name.
-“Get away from me! Don’t touch me!” Yurio yells, he puts his arms around his knees, bringing them to his chest. Viktor stops, kneeling gently a few feet away from the boy. Yurio is shaking, sweat gliding down his face, his cheeks bright pink. Even from a few feet away, Viktor can feel the heat radiating off him.
-Viktor gets up, walking over to the shower and turning it on until it’s lukewarm, feeling it before turning back towards the boy. “Yurochka,” he says softly as if talking to an injured animal, “listen to me honey, your fever is really high. I’m not going to hurt you, but I need to cool you off.”
-Yurio just eyes him. He screams at Viktor again as he steps forward. Viktor puts his hands in front of him, “Yuri, honey, remember what I said. I’m not going to hurt you.”
-“I want Grandpa,” Yurio chokes out. Viktor nods, “I know, but he’s not here. Just me, and I need to bring your fever down.”
-Eventually he picks up the sick boy. Yurio fights against him and starts freaking out the second Viktor steps in the shower and the water hits his skin. He tries smacking Viktor away, screaming and cursing at him in Russian.
-Viktor comforting him in Russian, water dripping down his face. After 10 long minutes, Yurio quiets and goes limp in Viktor’s arms. His face pressed against Viktor’s shoulder, his arms hanging loosely at his sides, water flowing over them. Viktor can still feel the burning heat radiating off the boy and presses his lips to his forehead softly, trying to gauge his temperature.
-Viktor stands there for a long time, letting the water wash over them, rubbing the boy’s back gently and whispering (or singing) to him in Russian.
-Eventually he turns the water off and Yurio graons. He dries him off, changes his clothes and tucks him in bed. As he finishes cleaning the bathroom, Yurio walks in slowly, a blanket curled around him.
-“Yuri, you’re supposed to be in bed.” Viktor says sternly, throwing the soiled towel in the tub and drying his hair with another towel. Yurio nods groggy and looks down at the floor, digging his toes into the hard carpet, tears dripping from his eyes, “I-i, my grandpa lays with me sometimes till I fall asleep, I-” he cuts off, sniffing slightly.
-Viktor laughs lightly before grabbing the boys hand gently and turning the bathroom light off. He tucks the preteen in bed again, and crawls next to him, running his fingers through his hair, checking for fever (still warm but not burning like before), “get some sleep Yuri. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
It was completely out of the blue. Ara stopped, staring at Add wide eyed. There was surprise in her eyes. Never in her life did she hear him say that before.
“Yeah…” Add sat down on his dynamos, leaning back. “…I just wanted to know.”
“Really? Hm…” Ara smiled at Add, propping herself onto the time traveler. She crossed her legs, putting a finger on her lips as she pondered his question. Add squirmed, trying to find comfort in having a meat-loving woman sit on his lap.
“Well… I think you’re… a pastry.” The Sakra Devenam compared. The Diabolic Esper narrowed his eyes.
“A pastry.” He hissed. Ara only beamed happily at his begrudging tone.
“A pastry! Because you’re sweet.” Oh, sure. A stale pastry is something Add saw himself as, if he had to be compared to sweet food.
“…I see.” Pushing Ara off, the time traveler lazily leaned back even more. “…Well, I think you’re a flower then.” Add stated. “…I dunno why.”
That was a lie. He knew why. But he certainly didn’t want to explain his pessimistic reasoning to it.
Hey Abyss what do you think about Killer,Nightmare and other villain Sanses?Do you think they can be good?Also can I touch your fluff 0_0??Well,I guess that it.I hope you and Kaz are having a nice day/night ^^ (sorry for my English :,>)
Abyss: okay faster respond,question number 2. No one touch my fluff. no one steal it!. Number 3 i telling you already no long ago about her and it’s day here in my place.
question number 1. what I think about Killer. well he torture me to death because he want me to give up and join them. But I refuse. later he taste his own medication by bring his feeling back. Nightmare… you gonna found this surprise, I know his a jerk. but I feel there is something else I don’t think he was born to be evil. Next Cross, he steal occasionally my chocolate bar Reese. but now i don’t think he can steal anything.
Hello and welcome to irl tomlinshaw au in this edition I have been back at uni for 3 full days and here are a list of things my flat mates have said/done: 1. Me and nick had one of our usual Netflix and take control of the living room nights and one of my housemates sat in the corner snapchatting us when we were fighting and making aww eyes. 2. When I loudly exclaimed: there is a whole other sofa why are you practically on top of me my housemates girlfriend (while drunk) went "aww he just wants
To be close to you" (then she drunkenly stumbled outside and went “aren’t they cute”). 3. Within 5 seconds of me being home and already bickering with nick another housemate (I should start numbering them) “can I have 5 minutes to play Zelda without your weird relationship dynamics in the living room”. 4. “I know you’d love nick to wake you up but the sofa isn’t a place to sleep” was said sarcastically but this was housemate from 1 and I don’t trust her to not be calling me out here and the Final nail in the coffin when i was trying to cook, he was stealing all my ingredients and another housemate was stood with her back to us; 5. *literally the fastest spin around ever seen* “WAIT DID YOU 2 JUST KISS”…. we hadn’t but is had sounded like it. Of course she turned round to me trying to reach for the tun of tomatoes that were held above my head so not like the easiest position to plead innocent to that but still my housemates are the worst and I don’t need to be called out let me Quietly pine and deal with my feelings by never talking about them ever pls and thank. (Also with the whole irl tomlinshaw thing idk if I ever explicitly said but my nick is actually called nick as the fun fact of today) I hate my housemates
IRL TOMLINSHAW ANON, I HAVE MISSED YOU. I do so enjoy living vicariously through you and your Nick. It sounds as if the two of you are being a++++++ at not having any kind of feelings for each other and at keeping that complete lack of feelings from your housemates. It does not sound as if the two of you are cute AT ALL, you’re right, your housemates are THE WORST.
PS I hope to one day receive an invite to your wedding
If you’re invited to take part in the ‘Blue Whale Challenge’ DON’T. Seriously, I’m begging you.
TW: Suicide, Self Harm
Essentially, ‘administrators’ of the game contact people they deem as vulnerable and ask them if they want to take part in the challenge. Once they accept, it’s almost impossible to back out, because they basically hack into your accounts and stuff, and take all of your’s and your family’s details and threaten you with it. This ‘administrator’ then gives you challenges over 50 days, with the last one being to take your own life.
These are the challenges:
1. Carve with a razor “f57” on your hand, send a photo to the curator. 2. Wake up at 4.20 a.m. and watch psychedelic and scary videos that curator sends you. 3. Cut your arm with a razor along your veins, but not too deep, only 3 cuts, send a photo to the curator. 4. Draw a whale on a sheet of paper, send a photo to curator. 5. If you are ready to “become a whale”, carve “YES” on your leg. If not, cut yourself many times (punish yourself). 6. Task with a cipher. 7. Carve “f40” on your hand, send a photo to curator. 8. Type “#i_am_whale” in your VKontakte status. 9. You have to overcome your fear. 10. Wake up at 4:20 a.m. and go to a roof (the higher the better) 11. Carve a whale on your hand with a razor, send a photo to curator. 12. Watch psychedelic and horror videos all day. 13. Listen to music that “they” (curators) send you. 14. Cut your lip. 15. Poke your hand with a needle many times 16. Do something painful to yourself, make yourself sick. 17. Go to the highest roof you can find, stand on the edge for some time. 18. Go to a bridge, stand on the edge. 19. Climb up a crane or at least try to do it 20. The curator checks if you are trustworthy. 21. Have a talk “with a whale” (with another player like you or with a curator) in Skype. 22. Go to a roof and sit on the edge with your legs dangling. 23. Another task with a cipher. 24. Secret task. 25. Have a meeting with a “whale.” 26. The curator tells you the date of your death and you have to accept it. 27. Wake up at 4:20 a.m. and go to rails (visit any railroad that you can find). 28. Don’t talk to anyone all day. 29. Make a vow that “you’re a whale.” 30-49. Everyday you wake up at 4:20am, watch horror videos, listen to music that “they” send you, make 1 cut on your body per day, talk “to a whale.” 50. Jump off a high building. Take your life.
The game is also called ‘I’m in the game’, ‘wake me at 4:20′, ‘F58′, ‘A quiet house’. If anyone contacts you asking if you want to play any of these games DON’T RESPOND, and report them to the police. This game has (allegedly) caused the suicides of 130 girls so far.
I’m sorry this a long post but just stay safe, please, and reblog if you can.
Okay first off I wanna apologize for the delay! I’ve been SUPER busy the last little while with irl stuff (went to a 3-day anime con, had final exams, moved back home from university, etc) but things will have flatlined by the end of the weekend and I’ll have all the time in the world (at least for a few days haha).
This leads me to my next point that I will be closing mod submissions at midnight tonight, (North American rocky mountain timezone) so I have a fixed number to look at, so if any of you were waffling about whether to jump on, you might as well post now. After that, new mods will be contacted on Thursday and will be introduced the following day (which is a fairly arbitrary date, I admit, I just work better when I’ve set a deadline I can hold myself to).
Again, thank you to everyone who has applied and who might still apply before the end of the day! You’re all lovely and it’s wonderful to see this kind of enthusiasm, and while I’m sorry we can’t choose all of you, you were still a huge help even if you weren’t selected because you put yourself out there as an option.
Ye old mun is going to
Puebla for about 3 days, starting on today’s evening (I’ll be back by sunday), if I count this minuscule
time as a hiatus is mostly because I am completely internet less in that place
and thus I have no single way to communicate with anyone, replies, and messages
shall be answered upon my return!
seahorse by DorinMantoiu From Palawan we have a direct flight to Cebu. The plane leaves 30min ahead of schedule, they were done with the boarding :) From Cebu it’s a 3.5h drive to the northern tip of the island and a 30min boat ride to Malapascua. We’re back at Ocean Vida and diving with Martin at Sea Explorers. We were here 4 years ago and liked it a lot. The next four days are getting up before 5am to dive with thresher sharks, followed by a day trip to one of the closer by islands to dive there. I like Gato Island most, frogfish and lots of critters, even bumblebee and harlequin shrimps. Sambawan Island has beautiful coral reefs, holders covered in pink and blue broccoli coral or forests of white, orange, green black corals. For the thresher sharks we went to a less crowded alternative dive site, totally worth it, got to see them very close by and in 20m depth only, so better light for Dorin’s fotos. After a day full of diving we hang out in the beanbags at the beach. And go to bed early, cause 5am