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Netflix Customer Service

Alright everyone! So I’ve just finished getting off a 20 minute call with customer service. The lady that took my call was the sweetest thing. What she said? They’ve been receiving calls like crazy about the cancellation of sense8 from left to right. She also told me there have been some angry callers, but please guys, if you want something done, please be kind, being angry isn’t going to help when you’re talking to these people. She also told me that EVERY SINGLE FEEDBACK THEY RECEIVE FROM US COUNTS AND THEY TAKE IT SERIOUSLY. As she also said that Netflix is probably the only company she knows that does this. I spoke to her about the possibility of there being at least a special or a movie so we may be able to get a good and decent finale. Everything that we tell these people is being typed down and sent to headquarters. I came to ask as well about the possibility of Netflix selling the show forward and she said she wouldn’t know about that and told me that they can possibly keep making money off of sense8 if it’s still there. Make sure you guys tell them that if they cancelled it because they weren’t getting enough views; I specifically said to her “if you’re going to cancel it because it’s not getting enough views, excuse my language, but advertise your shit”. Why keep making money from a show that’s been cancelled if you’re not getting views and you’re not willing to promote it. I live in New York City and the only time there was ever something concerning sense8 here was the season 2 premiere which was amazing. Please let them know what this show means to you as well. She told me that people have called her and told her that they’re cancelling their accounts and this is happening fast where people are unsubscribing. Everything we do for this show makes a difference. She told me to lets keep our heads up and stay on the lookout which I won’t say it’s essentially a good thing but we’re doing good. So keep up the good work everyone, lets keep doing this!

Anything is possible.

The customer service line is 1-866-579-7172

what I found in you | 01

Originally posted by jkguks

jungkook x reader slight angst, smut

12,820 words

a/n: remember that time i posted a long list of fic ideas n stuff i was writing and this wasn’t on it? oops! this was originally gonna be a oneshot but things got way out of hand so, please forgive me for taking two months to write a 12K part one, i know i’m garbage. the next part will have a lot more angst so prepare yourselves, and once again thx @mysoftae this would never have come to fruition without you ;(

~ in which your ridiculously hot, annoying brat of a roommate keeps you up at all hours of the night, takes up all your space, is essentially trying to ruin your life, and is intent on sticking his dick in you

     You had always liked living alone.

     There were no one’s dishes to wash but your own, you could play your music as loud as you wanted, the only person you had to worry about your cat liking was yourself, nobody could complain about what spices you stunk up the place with, and most importantly, you never had to wear pants.

     You would have been content to live alone for the rest of your sad, lonely life enjoying nothing but those small pleasures.

     Then one day there was Jeon Jungkook, on his knees, hands clasped beneath his chin, looking up at you with those wide, glittering brown eyes of his. Maybe you would have said no if he hadn’t been blocking you up against the door to the library, if there hadn’t been a line of people building up behind him complaining about the two of you being in their way, if he actually would have moved when you grabbed his shoulder and tried to shove him to the side with all of your strength. That kid had been working out a little too much.

     Also, he was begging. That might have had something to do with it.

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I have no patience left for people who claim to love Lance while aggressively disparaging his role in the team and insisting he’s being written as inept and useless. 

Especially because most of those people are crying over how could their poor baby Lance think he’s a seventh wheel and then turning around and going “he absolutely is a seventh wheel it’s just the entire rest of the team’s fault.”

If he’s your fave why do you seem to hate him so much. Why do you keep telling me the Blue Lion’s useless and Lance’s only possible path to good character representation is if he took the Black Lion instead. Why do you keep forgetting that one of the worst things that happened to him was Keith dropping out of the fighter class so he only felt like his achievement was filling the hole left by Keith and Lance becoming Black Paladin in Shiro’s absence would be a repetition of that same bitter taste.

Why do you keep forgetting, or willfully ignoring, how much the team cares about Lance. Why do you keep ignoring how for the Beta Traz mission which was essential and incredibly demanding, they passed up the Green Lion and the Black Lion in favor of Blue. Even though Black has incredible stats. Even though Green has a camouflage module and would be great at infiltration. Does that maybe tell you something?

I mean gotta love how many people insist Shiro can’t possibly appreciate Lance when Shiro’s pretty obviously doing a better job of it than a lot of these people because he’s actually bothering to pay attention to Lance’s actual talents and contributions. 

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S4 Finale

The last scenes in the finale should be two separate love confessions. Gina will have Jake over and confide in him that since her accident she’s realized she’s in love with Rosa. She makes him promise not to tell anyone, even Amy. Meanwhile, Rosa breaks down and confesses to Amy that she left Pimento. At first Amy thinks Rosa’s upset because of the break-up, then Rosa admits she felt she had to leave him after Gina’s accident because realized she was in love with Gina. Rosa likewise threatens Amy not to tell anyone, including Jake. (This way Gina’s accident can serve some larger plot-purpose.) 

Now it’s S5 and high-jinks ensue…

Jake and Amy are terrible secret-keepers, but trying their best to honor their friends respective wishes. 

Amy relates some of Jake’s recent sketchy behavior to Boyle who mistakenly thinks Jake is getting ready to propose! (Of course he already wrote his best man speech YEARS ago!)

Amy’s secret-keeping is getting to Jake as well who shares with Gina. Of course, Gina swears she had a friend who acted similarly while she was trying to keep her pregnancy secret. (Insert snide and meta-comments such as “how did she think we wouldn’t notice she was pregnant?” because Chelsea Peretti is currently pregnant.)

Without knowing Rosa’s feelings, Jake goes on a bunch of stakeouts with her where he constantly talks about Gina (because he totally ships it). However this only makes Rosa feel like Amy told Jake and that he’s is trying to get her to confess herself that way it doesn’t look like Amy spilled the secret. Naturally, Rosa then shuts down when he talks about Gina in protest to the couple which makes the unaware Jake super concerned about Gina’s chances!

Then there’s Amy who’s even more helplessly awkward! She keeps planning “girls nights out” and then finding increasingly poor excuses to bail and leave Gina and Rosa alone. Now Gina is the one convinced that Jake told Amy everything. 

And Holt and Terry are essentially just going: “why are our cop-children (and gina) like this?”

….and of course once Gina and Rosa get together we’ll have to deal with Boyle’s insecurities because he and Genevieve were always Jake and Amy’s go-to double date partners and now he feels they’re being replaced by Gina and Rosa.


Happy Smut Appreciation Day!

Summary: It all starts as a way to piss off Dean…

warnings: Cas x Reader, unprotected sex, grace!kink, oral sex (male receiving)

word count: ~2500

The four of you had just finished a hunt and decided to celebrate by going out to the local bar, have a few beers, and play some pool.

That was all well and good, until your two on two (you and Sam vs Dean and Castiel) game of pool had been interrupted by some blonde skank catching Dean’s eye.  You were now perched at a high top table, nursing a beer and seething.

So what?  You didn’t necessarily like Dean that way, but it still pissed you off when he ditched you and the boys for no good reason.  The feeling of jealousy and anger came from the fact that at the end of the day, these boys were yours. Dean, Sam, Cas – they were all you had, and you never wanted anyone to take that away from you.

Yeah, you could be a selfish bitch, but whatever.

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Gavin Creel won a Tony

When this sentence became a fact I felt so incredibly happy for this amazing performer, artist, and person. However, I checked the tag of his name today, and found a lot of negativity around it, and honestly, I can’t believe it. A lot of this seems to purely revolve around the fact that there are so many people who are so passionate about Falsettos and really don’t know that much about Gavin Creel just because they haven’t been following Hello, Dolly!. So now we have a list of why Gavin undoubtedly deserved this tony and you shouldn’t say anyone else was robbed (this year or ever).

I beg that if you think that anyone was robbed this year, that Gavin shouldn’t have won, or just don’t know much about Gavin Creel that you continue reading.

  • The whole point of nominating people and not just choosing one person is that ALL of the nominees deserve recognition for their work. so to say that one is not deserving (especially the one who won) is sort of fighting an uphill battle.
  • A lot of people were saying that Gavin robbed the award from the other nominees. The truth for Mike Faist is that he just debuted and is still young. He has a lot of chances to win later in life, and may even be too young to have garnered enough attention for his performance this year. As for Lucas Steele, this is only first major role on Broadway anyway, so it makes sense that he may not be as well known in the community yet either. Obviously, a lot of the attention went to Ben Platt and Rachel Bay Jones for DEH, but Mike’s performance still earned a nomination, so clearly he’s not doing terribly.
  • The Andrew Rannells argument is a bit more complex since a lot of people are saying that he “should have won his first tony” for a plethora of reasons. Let’s go into them.
  • Andrew Rannells made his Broadway debut in 2006, so he’s been working his way up to a Tony. Well, Gavin Creel made his debut in 2002 for originating his role in Thoroughly Modern Mille. He didn’t win that year and that may have been partly because the title role earned Sutton Foster her first Tony (and this year she literally presented his. COME ON, IT WAS PERFECT), and one for Harriet Harris as well in the featured actress category. That’s almost a DIRECT parallel to DEH. (I’m telling you guys, it’s really all about timing.)
  • So, of course, we all know Andrew Rannells was also nominated for a Tony in 2011, so that furthers the argument that he deserved one this year. Unfortunately, following that argument again leads to the fact that Gavin Creel has been nominated twice before this year anyway, so he wins by tally, if that mattered. But it doesn’t.
  • One of those nominations for Gavin went to his work in Hair, which as far as I’m concerned, is sort of when Gavin was “robbed” by the boys who played Billy Elliot. However, it was the year for them, and Hair was a bit of an underdog that year anyway, but it’s all about timing.
  • Last year, Gavin was in She Loves Me along with Laura Benanti, Jane Krakowski, and Zachary Levi, who were all nominated for Tonys. Gavin was not. To me, this qualified as a snub, but it made sense that he wasn’t nominated since his performance really kept the attention on Jane’s, which is partly why I thought it was so brilliant, but I digress. It wasn’t the right time.
  • A lot of the disappointment was towards the fact that Falsettos didn’t win anything, but the truth is that Tony Awards usually goes to shows that are still running. It helps sell tickets and gain attention. A lot of Broadway fans saw Falsettos, and considerably less have seen Hello, Dolly!, which is still sold out every night. This is because those seats are going to the critics, Tony voters, and the “insiders” of the community that decide who the award goes to. Those people chose Gavin as a winner, but they also chose Andrew and all the other men as nominees.
  • Also, a lot of fans were so surprised that Gavin won, but really, it was predicted by a lot of notable sources. I think Tumblr and social media in general sometimes create a vacuum of only fans and similar perspectives on theatre. To add to that, Gavin doesn’t use social media (he prefers to be in the moment. Guys, you really can’t hate him) so it makes sense that some fans may not be familiar with him, since that is a lot of fan’s only access to Broadway.
  • Another fact of the matter is that Gavin has been working in the theatre essentially his entire career. For sake of comparison, Andrew has made some transition to television, which I think is awesome. Something to keep in mind is that Gavin has been making his way through the theatre community for a while, meeting people who could vote for him to win an award, and actually did when he played Elder Price in London.
  • I believe Andrew Rannells deserves a Tony, and I believe each nominee deserve a Tony. I believe lots of people do. One of those people is also Gavin Creel. The truth is, careers are not built on or for Tonys. Some careers are helped by winning awards, but the best people really are not in it for the awards, so the fans shouldn’t be either.
  • In conclusion, go listen to Gavin Creel on the Millie, Hair, or Hello, Dolly! recording. Better yet, listen to one of the performances for which he wasn’t nominated, such as She Loves Me, or Bounce. If you still don’t trust that he’s deserving, go watch a bootleg of Hair, or even just the Tony performance. And if you still don’t believe it, go watch one of his interviews. When there’s a solid interview of Gavin talking for 30+ minutes you can tell just how intelligent, kind, and artistic he is, and just why those Tony voters trust that he deserves an award.
  • Have I won you over? Has he won you over? Okay, now go discover artists that you don’t know about and respect all the art that so many people have cultivated. That art is so much more interesting than any award, but when someone who is so great at it does get one, celebrate it.
Touka and Amon’s Conversation Says More About How They Haven’t Grown

I’ve noticed that I had a vastly different interpretation of the conversation between Touka and Amon then most of the fandom. To be fair the conversation itself seemed okay, until I got to a certain panel. 

Amon’s rhetoric has always been a simplification of a much more complicated situation, but this is an especially glaring example. What exactly about the Daughter arc gave Kureo no choice but to murder Hinami’s mom in the middle of the street in front of her daughter, then use her kakuhou and severed arm to lure that same thirteen year old child into a death trap?

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I respected Robin Bengtsson’s instagram post, but out of sheer curiosity I searched his recent liked comments. I was immensly disappointed. I saw that he liked a comment which essentially said: ‘You’re the real winner, your song is so catchy and it’s still in my head. Instead the portuguese song was instantly forgettable.’ For me, that shows that Robin is simply bitter that a simplistic song, so different from his own won. So, Salvador asks for different genres to be represented in the music industry, while Robin through this post indirectly claims that really, there’s only room for pop music. Maybe I’m just making assumptions, but just like Robin rejected Salvador’s point of view, I’m dropping him. As I’m writing this he keeps on liking all these comments that call Salvador arrogant, rude, bad-spoken etc. The lack of class that Robin has surprises me.

Dear Robin, Salvador Sobral, an unknown jazz singer, won the Eurovision Song Contest. Not a pop star. Don’t be bitter about it - if it bothers you that much, talk to the winner about.

Free EDS & POTS Workouts

Here is a collection of EDS and POTS (I have both) friendly workouts that require absolutely NO standing, but the workouts are also challenging. I always feel food after these because my vascular system gets rejuvenated instead of stressed. If you do not usually workout start with only doing a few minutes (for example start with 5 minutes) of the videos each day, and then add on a minute or a few minutes every week. I recommend keeping a journal and logging down your workout everyday. These workouts are targeted towards building the muscles in the legs and abs which is essential to POTS. 

Ballet Beautiful Leg and Butt:

Ballet Beautiful Abs:

Ballet Beautiful Legs and Buns:

Ballet Beautiful Slim Thighs and Hips:

Ballet Beautiful Firm Inner Thighs:

Ballet Beautiful Lower Body:

Yoga Abs:

Power Flow Yoga (Advanced):

I am a nursing student with a yoga background so let me know if you have any questions or are stuck and need help!

My Top 5 Shaw Moments

Shoot Week Day 2 - Favourite Shaw Moments 

(My top 5 Root moments are here.) 

1. Shaw’s sacrifice (411) 

I really appreciate that the writers gave Shaw this outstanding sendoff. They could have easily written Shaw out of the story to accommodate Sarah’s pregnancy by having her leave for Barcelona with Tomas in 407, but it wouldn’t have been true to her. Instead, Shaw chose to stay with the team and in particular, Root. Shaw’s defining trait is her unwavering loyalty. So when the team found itself in a dire situation, of course Shaw came to the rescue (and of course their odds improved dramatically; Shaw is such a bamf). Shaw immediately understood what needed to be done and didn’t even hesitate as she sacrificed herself for her friends and for the world. Everything about this scene was hauntingly beautiful – the blue tones, Root’s agony, the devastating music, the slow-mo, and Shaw’s defiant smirk in the face of death. What a hero.

2. “You were my safe place.” (504) 

I spent the entirety of this episode whispering variations of “I love you so much” and “Oh Shaw, my darling smol child.” Because we were deep in Shaw’s mind, we got to witness her at her most vulnerable. Her confession about Root being her safe place was so powerful, and, in addition to the fact that she killed herself 7053 times to keep Root safe, conveyed the profoundness of her feelings for Root. 

3. “A good soldier does both.” (216) 

This is essentially Shaw’s mission statement and summarizes her actions not just in Relevance (which is still the best character introduction I have ever seen), but throughout the show. Again, Shaw’s main quality is her loyalty. She is a soldier and will always do her job. However, she is also true to her friends. After completing her main mission (protecting the program), she avenged Cole. It’s striking to me that Shaw only killed Wilson, who had placed the hit on her and Cole and was therefore most directly responsible for the latter’s death. Shaw never takes lives needlessly. 

There was an interesting parallel to this scene in 513 as well. Shaw temporarily put aside her hostility toward Blackwell to guard the Machine as She was dying, but found him later and killed him. Therefore, she both protected the program and exacted her revenge. 

4. “The voices are there. You just have to listen.” (305)

This scene gave us insight into how Shaw feels things and emphasized that there is, in fact, nothing wrong with her. It was a lovely quote, and I was thinking about it heavily during the scene in 507 (QSO) when Shaw deciphered Root’s coded message hidden in the static. In that moment, Shaw quite literally listened to the faint static, and in turn, figuratively listened to her muted feelings. The fact that she quickly realized what 4AF meant indicated that she, like Root, had constantly been reminiscing about their last private conversation together before Shaw was captured. 

One of the reasons why I think Root and Shaw’s relationship works so well is that Root recognizes that it has never been a question of “turning up the volume” on Shaw; rather, it’s simply about listening and encouraging Shaw to listen as well. It’s about Shaw tuning into the noise and hearing an underlying “symphony.”  

5. “If you were a shape, you were a straight line. An arrow.” (513) 

This was such a deeply moving message of unconditional love. POI celebrates Shaw for exactly who she is - an arrow. She is emotionally and operatively constant, unwavering in her purpose. She’s perfect, and I love her with everything I have. 

anonymous asked:

I feel like at cons people ask bob more questions about his acting and stuff when compared to Eliza. Is this just me? Why would it be like that?

It’s not just you. They absolutely do. They ask bob about character development and acting and leadership and all sorts of things. I really can’t help but think it’s internalized misogyny that reduces the main character down a love interest. Like the way they ask women at awards ceremonies about their dress and shoes and ask men about their goals and career. Would they do the same to ADC if she were there? Probably, honestly. Men get to have motivations outside of love interests and being attractive to love interests.

They ask Eliza about CL and all things related, and are afraid to ask about BC so they talk around it, while still trying to talk about it. It all focuses on Clarke’s relationships, her sexuality,  who is Eliza’s favorite to shoot with, who would she bring back, what’s the hardest death scene, what’s her favorite line, what character has the biggest effect on Clarke. Which is all, basically, saying that Clarke is only important for the relationships she has… and not even relationships with her mother or friends or mentors, but only romantic entanglements. It’s very disappointing. The point of women and female characters, is, apparently, to fall in love and be in a romance. 

These ship wars are essentially about who gets to keep Clarke as a reward, Bellamy or L– or the BC or CL fandom. She’s an object. The only time I saw Eliza say much about her own character outside of shipping was that Portuguese article. It’s not that there’s nothing to say about Clarke and her leadership, her character development, her friends, her life on the Ark, her moral struggles, her long term narrative. There is. Granted, Bob might be more eloquent in the way he speaks about his analysis of Bellamy and the narrative, but that doesn’t mean that Eliza has nothing to say. Clearly, people aren’t even paying attention to Eliza as an actress. No one compliments her on her acting? All this stan and ship culture and no one thinks of Eliza as anything but an accessory to their ship? What. Is. That?

That con clip made me angry. That Eliza could get choked up because a fan complimented her on her acting (even though she actually did it in a shipping question, precisely geared to make CL the focus ONCE AGAIN) makes me furious, because it just goes to show how little people care about the show and characters and actors– but just about their version of events and how it affects them. This is being self centered. How can you be a Clarke or Eliza fan if you only care about her in relation to Lxa or Bellamy? 

The fandom erases Clarke as the hero of her own story, and gives all the importance to the romantic characters and relationship, forcing her into a love interest role. And the fandom erases Eliza, because she doesn’t feed your ship enough, or because you think YOUR identity comes before her as a person. She’s nothing but a weapon in this ongoing stupid shipwar. 

Erase the hero and turn her into an objectified reward for whoever you think is hot/romantic. It’s HER story. I mean, part of the story is also Bellamy’s, but that doesn’t mean that Clarke is only there to be his love. But a year and a half after L has gone, and fandom is STILL making Clarke’s story about L. Knock it off. It is not and never has been L’s story. It was ALWAYS Clarke’s story. I’ll write 1k words on Clarke’s character, and I’ll get comments about the ONE line I wrote about Bellamy in relation to her, even if they are telling me NO IT’S NOT ABOUT BELLAMY, they just ignored the 990 words I wrote about it not being about Bellamy, to further their own shipwar. 

Yes. I find this to be misogyny. That the female hero, a complex and morally gray character, can essentially be written out of her own story, to give it away to fandom’s romantic fantasies.  I mean, why can’t Clarke be the center of these romances, even? But she’s not. She’s the spoils in the shipwar. Kidnap a girlfriend. It’s okay. What she wants or needs has never been important.

Organization Tips

Exams have finally ended, which means I’m back to being active on Tumblr! I’m moving back home from the dorm soon, which calls for some tips on organization for me and everyone else who needs it. A happy vacation to those who’s schoolyears have ended, and I really wish luck to the others not yet done =)


- Pens : Get different jars for different kinds of pens; don’t keep them all scattered in different pencilcases (like me right now hehe). Keep only a few essentials [ your favorite pen, a mechanical pencil, an eraser, a highlighter, a marker ] in one pouch you can carry around often.
- Wires : Use a large box to store all your chargers, connectors, etcetera. Use dividers and clips to ensure they don’t get all tangled up.
- Drawers : Make sure everything is easily accessible once you open a drawer. Don’t keep things that are too heavy inside (eg. thick textbooks). Use more boxes to organize smaller items. Don’t forget to label each box!

Use a bulletin board to pin up inspiring images, important schedules and the like. An alternative to this is taping them all down to your table. As much as possible, try not to cramp your table with so much stuff, though - keep the center clear when you’re not at your desk so it’s easy to get down to work and you won’t have to clean your desk every single time before.


Use a binder, an accordion folder or something similar to organize all the papers you need. I confess I have so much scratch paper lying around, and I suggest you find some place to sell them instead of just throwing them into a trash can. Thinner folders, paper clips and binder clips are more things you can use to organize these.


Hang up long pants, dresses, and other clothes that easily get creases and crumples. It’s really your call on how you organize your other clothes, but here are some ideas:
* by shade/color
* by how often you use them
* by kind of clothing

Use shelves or a bathroom organizer you can hang up to hold your toiletries so that you can easily get and see what you need at eye level.


As I said earlier, only keep the bare necessities in one case. The others you can either keep in jars or boxes. Get one huge box to store all your hoarded sticky notes, tools like scissors, extra notebooks and clips.

anonymous asked:

this might be spoiler-y information to give out but is Dor actually a elephant caste of jauria? I thought I saw it listed as one of the extinct castes and was wondering, if she is, why would she be posing as a lion? your art and story are great as usual!!

AAAH I love when people remember her! She’s a tiger caste, though not extinct throughout all of Frontera it is one of the rarer species. 

Initially though. yes, she was meant to pose as a lion–the injury on her face was actually inflicted on her to keep her from being taken by Federation child collectors who come every few months to take a portion of Rajenlo’s litters. 

Producing a tiger is extremely hard as though a female breeder might have produced some previously, it’s imperative to be re-inseminated by tiger chromosomes to produce successful ones, same as with the rarer castes such as servals, leopards, cheetahs, oncillas, sabres, etc many of which are forbidden.

Tigers are very sought after by collectors, and though Dor’s injury is a major disability for her (tiger trunks are very dexterous, about and even more so than modern elephants–which serves as a tool in absence of dexterous hands) she’d still be auctioned off the instant she were discovered.

In the meantime she’s hidden in the spawning pools for Jauria cuajos, grapes and peis, essentially the kindergarden area for the little monster children. She’s nursed practically almost all of the current Jauria generations, including Bri and Karel…though very, VERY few even remember her. Though she remembers each and every sibling she’s fed, an extremely gentle soul…if somewhat clingy bc of her terrible loneliness. 

Only Buo and few others know of her existance, and keep tabs on the secret mom-sister, talking to her about the whereabouts of the surface world, new intrigues, drama, etc. 

Magic Item Resistance in 5e

So as I’ve been playing, I have noticed that it is almost impossible to not hit a creature in D&D 5e, no matter what class or level you are. I understand that this is the point of the system’s Bounded Accuracy where even lower level characters and wizards can hit a higher-level monster, and uses Hit Points as a scaling tool instead. I have always loved this idea because it makes it feel like you can beat anything if you are clever or careful enough.

However, in the case of much more powerful creatures, I think it might be useful to give them some sort of resistance against low-level characters. This would make it easier for a DM to keep a creature alive for plot reasons and allows players to feel advancement as they level up. So here is a little tweak I made which you can use as you wish.

Magic Item Requirement

Certain monsters already require magic or magic items to fight it and they just have resistance to non-magic weapons. For a high-damage barbarian, fighter, monk, ranger, or rogue, this is essentially an annoyance rather than a deterrent. Such a creature is meant to be difficult or tricky to fight without magic weapons, but instead only sets the player(s) back a few rounds.

Instead, give monsters immunity to weapons below a certain rarity. Save this for monsters that you might want players to run away from, or else creatures you might feel have some innate magical resistance, like incorporeal undead or powerful monstrosities. I might even suggest giving ones with rarer item requirements resistance to magic items and immunity to nonmagic ones. Something like this:

  • Monsters CR 10-12:
    • Immunities: bludgeoning, piercing, and slashing damage from nonmagical attacks.
    • Resistances: damage from magic items or magic weapons of Common and Uncommon quality.
  • Monsters CR 13-16:
    • Immunities: bludgeoning, piercing, and slashing damage from nonmagical attacks.
    • Resistances: damage from magic items or magic weapons of Common, Uncommon, and Rare quality.
  • Monsters CR 17-20:
    • Immunities: bludgeoning, piercing, and slashing damage from nonmagical attacks.
    • Resistances: damage from magic items or magic weapons of Common, Uncommon, Rare, and Very Rare quality.
  • Incorporeal Monsters:
    • Immunities: bludgeoning, piercing, and slashing damage from nonmagical attacks.

The idea is reminiscent of 3.5e’s Damage Reduction, where only certain weapons could harm a creature unless the attacker hit very, very hard (often needing to deal over 10 or over 15 just to deal more than 1 damage!)

This is just a rough idea and I definitely wouldn’t use this for every single creature unless your campaign is just riddled with magic items.

The Last Post

The decision had been made on a whim, to explore his fanbase further on the internet, but once the decision had been made, Joe found that he couldn’t stop. He was invested in discovering what his fans were saying, peering in from the outside.

He didn’t actually talk to any of them, wanting to keep that distance between himself and his fans, plus they had no idea that he was essentially stalking them on their blogs and seeing what they were saying.

At first, it had been creepy, reading this stuff they were saying, but then he realized it was actually quite flattering, and it became almost normal for him to check a few blogs routinely.

Then he discovered her blog.

And he found himself addicted to it.

Joe didn’t actually know who she was, and she only had ever posted one picture of herself on her entire blog, which he had checked thoroughly after discovering her. But he felt like he did know who she was. Her posts made him laugh and smile, the commentary she had about him was entertaining. The posts she made detailing the struggles of her life made her real, and he desperately wanted to reach out to her, to comfort her. The only relief he had was knowing that his videos brought her joy, something she had reiterated on multiple occasions.

He found himself constantly scrolling through her blog, checking for new posts and rereading old ones, hoping to find another hint that would lead to him discovering who she was. The one picture she had posted was engrained in his mind, the sweet smile easy to bring to the front of his mind, and he would be lying if he didn’t admit to searching for her face in the crowds he traveled through.

The blog was bringing him as much joy as his videos did to her.

And so the day he opened up her blog to find the newest post titled The Last Post… he grew worried immediately.

Joe quickly scanned the words she had typed, rereading them three times before he could finally comprehend what was happening.

The mysterious woman was closing down her blog. For good.

A sadness flooded his body, although he wasn’t entirely sure what he was sad about. It was just a random blog on the internet, and while yes, it had made him smile and laugh, he shouldn’t feel sad about it closing. Perhaps it was because he never quite managed to discover who she was, and her identity was something that had always intrigued Joe. Or maybe it was because he felt like he was losing a close friend, even if it was one he had never met.

He knew there was nothing that he could even say, because then he would have to admit to finding her blog, and the others, and his fans didn’t need to know about that. So he did the only thing that he could do: He sulked.

The boys tried to question him on what was wrong, but Joe simply waved them off, claiming it was nothing. Because how did he explain that he was upset over a strangers blog closing down? It was ridiculous. Plus, the boys would just laugh at him and tell him to get over it.

About a month passed since the blog had shut down, and Joe still found himself automatically going to type in the familiar address, only stopping himself just in time, because he knew that it would lead him to an empty site.

Hidden away in his phone was the picture of her, the one part he had been unable to let go of, even though he knew he should; it was weird having a strangers photo on his phone. But to him, she wasn’t a stranger. She was important to him.

He just wish he knew her name or where she lived. He wanted to know something about her that would help to identify her.

“Will you please smile?” Caspar asked suddenly, closing his computer and turning in his spot to look at Joe.


“You’ve been all moody and depressed for the past month. Smile!”

“I haven’t been moody.”

“Yes, you have.”

“I’m fine, Casp.”

“Sure,” The blonde snorted, “Anyways, did you hear a single word I said from the past ten minutes?”

“No,” Joe shook his head, lifting a hand to run his fingers through his hair, “Sorry.”

“I was trying to tell you that one of my old friends is coming to visit. I want you to meet them!”

“From South Africa?”

“Originally, yeah. But they’ve lived in London for a few years now.”

“What’s his name?” Joe asked, silently scolding himself as he clued into what address he had begun to type in. His fingers had gone on auto pilot without him noticing.

Her name is Y/N.” Caspar corrected, “I think you two would really get along.”

“Wait, her?” The shorter man blinked up at his former roommate, “Your friend is a girl?”

“I do have female friends, Joe.” Rolling his eyes, Caspar reached over for his phone, quickly scrolling through his photos. “Here, this is her.”

Joe’s entire world focused in on that photo, and he quickly grabbed the phone, his mouth falling open.

“Alright, I know she’s good looking, but calm down.” Caspar went to take his phone back, but Joe quickly leaned away, eyes still locked on the photo.

It was her.

The photo was different from the one he had, but there was no doubt about it. This was the mysterious woman.

“You know her?!” Joe suddenly demanded, dragging his eyes away from the phone and to Caspar’s face, who blinked in surprise.

“Yeah? Did you not just hear me say she’s my friend from home.”

“You don’t understand, Caspar. I need to meet her.”

“Will you calm down?!” The blonde grabbed his phone back, shooting Joe a worried look. “You’re being weirder than usual.”

“Sorry, let me explain….”

And so Joe did, revealing everything to Caspar, who remained in silence the entire time, nodding occasionally.

Once the tale was finished, the South African assured Joe that he would get to meet Y/N, and that it was kind of adorable, their little story, but quickly took back his statement when Joe threatened him. Because she couldn’t know that he stalked her blog for so long. It was weird.

Except the day Joe finally meets Y/N, he ends up blurting out the fact that he found her blog. At first, she’s surprised, but then she laughs, and he smiles at the sound of it, ready to listen to it for years to come.

“Is this weird for you then?” She asks, her head cocked to the side as she studies him, “Knowing just how much of a fan I was? Or, well, am.”

“Not at all,” Joe shakes his head quickly, “Is it weird to say I feel like I already know you?”

“Probably,” She shrugs, “But I did put a lot of my life on that blog, so I guess it’s not that weird.”

“Why did you delete it?” He asks her, the question burning in his mind.

“Oh,” Y/N lowers her gaze, picking at a small rip in her jeans, “It just was taking up a lot of my time, and adding stress. And I realized how much life I was missing out on by running a blog about someone I thought I’d never meet.”

“And now that we’ve met?”

“I’m not starting up the blog again,” She lifts her eyes back to his, “If that’s what you’re asking.”

“No, I understand that.” He nods, “But maybe you want to explore what life has to offer with me?”

“Are you asking me out on a date?”

“Yes,” Joe smiles, “I think I am.”

“I suppose it’d be stupid of me to say no, considering you already know how I feel about you.” She laughs lightly, “Alright, I’ll go on a date with you.”

Maybe stalking his fans online wasn’t such a crazy idea after all.

anonymous asked:

little spoon!andrew + fluff? pls and thx keep rockin'

i like that u had to specify fluff here. good. yes.

  • the first time it happens is almost an accident
  • andrew gets the flu while they’re still at palmetto, and it’s at the point where even andrew pretty much admits he shouldn’t be leaving bed
  • but he doesn’t sleep very well at all
  • like he’s the most ridiculously light sleeper and he keeps being unable to sleep because he’s coughing or sniffling
  • and neil is absolutely certain andrew’s just gonna end up making himself worse by being unable to actually rest and get better
  • so he manages to talk andrew into taking extra strength nyquil so he’ll sleep through the night

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anonymous asked:

How do you like keeping arboreals as opposed to ground living snakes? Is it a lot harder?

I wouldn’t say it’s necessarily harder; it just has its own set of challenges. Arboreal snakes tend to have different issues come up regarding husbandry and enrichment–for example, when I rescued my Amazon tree boa, the guy who abandoned her said she would never perch and that’s why he didn’t want her (along with the horrible mite infestation she came with).

It turned out she just didn’t like the perches he was providing her and once I gave her something that allowed her more points of contact, she started perching during the day a lot more. Animals seldom do things for no reason and part of being a good keeper is trying to troubleshoot these problems from the animal’s perspective.

Arboreal snakes also tend to behave a little differently in regards to handling. In my experience they tend to be more alert and high strung (this doesn’t necessarily mean aggressive, it might just mean you need to pay more attention to where your fingers are moving around when you handle them to avoid startling them). Treating mites on arboreals can be a bigger ordeal since I’ve found that they’re more susceptible to getting stressed by the bathing process.

I practice what I call “husbandry handling” with my ATB because she’s a slightly nervous animal who prefers not to be handled often–however, I need to be able to do it with as little fuss and stress as possible in case she ever got sick or injured and needed hands-on medical treatment. This basically means I take her out on a regular basis and practice touching gently all over her body in the ways I might need to in order to provide medical assistance, but try to make it as stress-free and short as possible. She prefers to be a hands-off pet, and that’s fine! She’s still pretty chill for an ATB and I’m grateful she’s tolerant of husbandry handling.

Holly, on the other hand, is very laid back and doesn’t mind being handled. I’ve met CBB chondros that were much more nervous and didn’t like handling at all, so this seems to be a matter of individual temperament. She had an infected tooth last year from hitting the tongs and I was able to get in her mouth to treat it with relatively little fuss and stress for her.

This got a lot longer than I meant it to, so I guess the TL;DR version is that keeping arboreals is definitely different, but not necessarily harder if you have the experience and resources to do it properly. I’ve only kept chondros and Amazon tree boas though as far as arboreals go so that’s about all I can speak for.

anonymous asked:

I've got to admit I don't understand how Maoism differs from Marxism-Leninism tout court (apart from having a bit more of a focus on agrarian rebellion and national liberation) & I really can't find any decent resources

Alright, so you may have heard a Maoist explain it with this phrase: Marxism-Leninism-Maoism is both a continuity and rupture from Marxism-Leninism. Now this is true, but it doesn’t really get into the “meat” of what MLM is. So let’s start with what is meant by “continuity and rupture"

Marxism is a totalizing world philosophical, analytical and scientific outlook based in a materialist world view and a dialectical method, and it develops based on class struggle. With new developments in class struggle comes new developments in Marxist theory. This is where continuity and rupture come in. We learn new things with each new development, but we don’t completely throw away everything else. MLM traces its theoretical and practical history through Marxism and Marxism-Leninism. ML served not only as the first significant rupture from orthodox Marxism, but as the first systematized and practical basis for communist organizing and built a strategy for actually seizing state power. As such, we are still Marxists and Marxist-Leninists in this sense. 

Marxism and ML serve as the basis of MLM historically, that’s why we call it a continuity; we still promote the ideas and achievements of these developments: dialectical materialism, Marxian political economy, the theory of imperialism, the vanguard party, national self-determination, democratic centralism, the history of the socialist USSR, the Paris Commune, etc. But we are also critical of these in many ways as well, and we try to learn from their failures, and this is where the “rupture” part starts to come into play.

Now, new developments of Marxism can’t (and don’t) just come out of people’s heads, they don’t “fall from the sky”, they come from social practice. They come from developments in class struggle. ML was itself itself a rupture from orthodox Marxism in the context of class struggles surrounding the Second International, development of Imperialism starting in the 1890s, and the Bolshevik Revolution and early years of Soviet power. Similarly, MLM is a rupture that is rooted in the anti-colonial revolutionary wave of 1945-1970s/80s, the capitalist restoration and victory of revisionism in the USSR and other nominally-socialist countries (including, eventually, China), the experience of the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution (GPCR), and the experience of the People’s War in Peru. Now let’s break each of these down a little. Each of these historical/social phenomena deserves its own essay, honestly, but for the sake of brevity in this ask I’ll try to just touch on the most important aspects, and show what experiences led to what theoretical developments of Maoism. (While I’ll try to talk about what each development means, a full explanation would be way too long. Anyone with further questions is free to send an ask or message though!)

First, the anti-colonial wave following WW2. Many countries rose up in this period to throw off the shackles of imperialism and colonialism. Some notable examples are Vietnam, Korea, Cuba, and Angola. These revolutions tore asunder the relations of imperialism that culminated in the previous two world wars. Africa, Asia, Latin America; all were witness to huge revolutionary changes. We can also see these movements shaking the foundations of settler colonies like the US and South Africa. China was also witness to anti-colonial revolution, and successfully pushed the People’s War of resistance forward and established a dictatorship of the proletariat. While many other revolutions were guided by Marxism-Leninism, they were ultimately unsuccessful at establishing their own independent DotPs, as the USSR transformed into a social-imperialist power (see next paragraph). Because of the dominance of the bourgeoisie in many of these revolutions, many, while they succeeded at becoming independent, became neo-colonies of either the Western imperialists or Soviet imperialists. These revolutionary experiences in part led to the formulation of the theory of New Democratic Revolution, which states that in situations of semi-colonialism and semi-feudalism (that is, in countries dominated by imperialism), the proletarian dictatorship led by the Communist Party must form a united front with several classes in order to adequately develop productive forces for socialist revolution, as to telescope the bourgeois revolution and “pave the road” for socialist construction.

So the second big event that led to the formulation of Maoism as a break from Marxism-Leninism is the rise of revisionism (that is to say, the victory of capitalism) in the USSR. While the bourgeois line in the CPSU had always existed (as MLMs recognize with the concept of two-line struggle), it began to gain dominance following WW2 and, following the disunity of the Party as a result of Stalin’s death, was able to seize political power of the Soviet state. The CPC criticized this trend of revisionism thoroughly, and ultimately came to the conclusion, based on the economic relations in the USSR and the USSR’s aggression towards China, that capitalism had been restored in the country. This is further proven by later acts of aggression by the USSR, such as in Afghanistan and Eritrea, and the neo-colonial relationship of the USSR with most COMECON nations. At the the same time as this split, Communists in China recognized the growing dominance of the bourgeois line in their own Party following the Great Leap Forward.

The Cultural Revolution was launched in a struggle against the bourgeois line in the Party. The GPCR was a huge movement in the economy, politics, and culture, and is probably the best example of revolutionizing the relations of production historically. In this social movement, which is considered by Maoists to be the closest we have gotten to communism, many theoretical developments were “crystallized” in a sense; among them is the Maoist conception of dialectical materialism which posits that the unity of opposites (Law of Contradiction) is the fundamental and only law of dialectics, with other “laws” simply being expressions of this one. This can be summed up by the phrase “one divides into two”, a break from the old conception of dialectics dominant among Marxists which said “two combine into one”. One divides into two recognizes that struggle is constant and unity is temporal, and recognizes the change and conflict in all things. The GPCR laid the groundwork of anti-revisionism in the ML movement worldwide. Because Maoists recognize that struggle is constant, we know that class struggle will continue to exist under a proletarian dictatorship and in the Party. As such we recognize the need of two-line struggle in the Party (breaking from the ML and otho Marxist view that the Party is wholly of the proletariat and any capitalists within it are just “wreckers” or “infiltrators”), as well as the need for cultural revolutions, that is, if we view socialist revolution and a revolution in the economic base, the cultural revolution is a revolution in the superstructure of society. We know that class politics have to be primary in all our work, which is how we maintain proletarian political lines. This is a huge break from Soviet revisionist theory which put economic production in command. This focus on the forces of production is a revisionist error that only encapsulates and expands extant capitalist relations in society, and played a large political role in capitalist restoration both in the USSR and China. Communists in China also brought back an emphasis of the Mass Line method of leadership, so as to keep Party cadre in touch with the masses. This was a method used by the Bolsheviks and the Chinese Communists, and it can be summed up with the slogan “from the masses, to the masses.” Essentially, Communists should gather the different ideas of the masses, analyze them under Marxist theory, and then bring back those conclusions to the masses in form of political work and propaganda.

After revisionism won out in the CPC and capitalism was restored in the late 70s in China, many Marxist-Leninists said Maoism was dead. At this point in history, self-proclaimed Maoists existed globally (the RCP in the US and the CPP in the Philippines are two very different examples) but this was before MLM was consolidated as a universal theory. The Maoists of the 60s and 70s were all anti-revisionist Marxist-Leninists or followed “Mao Zedong Throught”. However, shortly after the end of socialist China, communists in Peru launched their Protracted People’s War. PPW was the method of warfare and revolution implemented by the Chinese Communists in their Revolution. In MLM theory, PPW is a 3 part mode of warfare (defensive, equilibrium, and offensive) which implements 3 “magic weapons”: The Party, The United Front, and the People’s Army, to build base areas of red dual power in preparation for a seizure of state power. This was a large break from the ML strategy, which advocated a prolonged legal struggle followed by an insurrection, as in Russia, and rejected the ability of coups as capable of making socialist revolution, as in Afghanistan or Burkina Faso. Peruvian Communists applied PPW to the conditions of Peru, worked with the Peruvian masses, and, despite their errors, came very close to actually seizing state power. Working with ML-MZT movements in other countries, these Maoists began to crystallize Marxism-Leninism-Maoism into a universally applicable theory, just as the CPSU had done with Marxism-Leninism in the 20s and 30s. Peruvian Maoists, working with others internationally, “officially” declared MLM a new development in 1993. Since then MLM has been the dominant ideology of Communists worldwide. The shortest i can put it is that Maoism (MLM) is Marxism adapted for the terrain of Neo-Colonialism.

So, TLDR, MLM principally differs from ML in its dialectical method, which leads to the conclusions of most of its theoretical breaks. The focus on national liberation and agrarian revolution isn’t a tenant of Maoism (altho we support natlib struggles), but most likely misunderstanding of the theory of New Democracy and of the concept of semi-feudalism. I wrote this post of readings and websites to learn more about maoism a while back: To it i would add Continuity and Rupture and The Communist Necessity by JMP, plus his website has loads of good shit: If you (or anyone for that matter) has other questions feel free to hit me up, my ask box is always open and i accept all PMs!

Face riding (The 8)

Smut. One-shot (there’s so much more than just the face riding omg). The whole evening’s been clouded by some very exciting tension, and you just can’t wait to resolve it.

You and Minghao were making dinner after a day filled with assignments and practice, both of you slightly tense but willing to let go when it came to each other, in more ways than one.

“Y/N, can you pass me the oil?” Minghao asked from in front of the stove, and you quickly reached for the glass bottle and brought it to him. His hand landed partially on top of yours around the bottle and stayed there for a bit longer than would’ve been natural, and the quick jolt of electricity that ran down your spine almost made you gasp; Minghao’s hooded eyes and the way his lower lip was caught between his teeth hardly did anything to ease your breathing or the fast beating of your heart. And just like that, the moment was gone, as Minghao smiled warmly and finally tugged at the bottle lightly, and you let go of it. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” you breathed, slowly returning to the task at hand, which meant chopping vegetables, as much as your thoughts were completely elsewhere - was it only you or was there a sense of tension hanging around the two of you? Not the kind that made you feel conscious of everything you said and did in fear of how the other would react, but the kind that made you bubble with anticipation. And okay, maybe it did make you conscious of everything you said and did, but only because you just knew that the other one was paying a lot of the good kind of attention to it.

Trying to shrug it off, you and Minghao continued cooking the dinner and once it was ready, sat down to eat. Everything seemed normal, if you didn’t take into account the way Minghao was scanning you almost hungrily, or the way your eyes lingered on his parted lips and collarbones and your mind went through how both of those felt against your lips.

Okay, now maybe it wasn’t as normal as you thought it to be, but still.

While you did the dishes, you kept stealing glances at your boyfriend; the veins on his arms, his slender fingers, his tight jeans hugging his legs, his slim figure, the defined jawline, his dark brown, beautifully shaped eyes staring intently into yours…

You jolted and dropped the sponge you were using to wash the dishes, and Minghao snickered. “You were completely in your own world.”

“Can you blame me?” you huffed, cheeks heating up at getting caught checking him out that blatantly. Minghao licked his lips slowly, running his own eyes up and down your body, too, which he had actually done quite a few times while doing the dishes, without you realizing, of course.

“Not really,” he said by your ear, and the tickling of his hot breath on your sensitive skin made you shiver. It would’ve been a lie if you had said you weren’t anticipating the moment the two of you would finally have nothing to do besides each other.

Before you’d get that far, though, you wanted to shower, and Minghao innocently (although you could hear in his voice that he was actually far from innocent with his suggestions) suggested that you’d have one together, “to save time”. You had long before discovered that it was rare for you two to actually save time if you showered together, mainly because you kept getting distracted by either touching each other or just fooling around, but you found yourself nodding readily either way.

If the sexual tension wouldn’t wash away or at least ease down a little during the shower in one way or another, you’d give up.

The water was warm when you stepped underneath it, Minghao following suit with his hands immediately finding their way to your waist while bringing his mouth close to your right ear. “Did you feel the tension, too?”

You sighed as you leaned against Minghao, reaching to the back of his neck with one of your hands as you tilted your head and leaned up to press a kiss to his jaw. “How could I not?”

Minghao let out a low chuckle and mumbled a husky “Good point” before leaning down to kiss you square on the lips while his hands began moving from your waist, one of them sliding up to your breasts and one down to your thighs. With one hand squeezing your mound gently and catching your nipple between his forefinger and middle finger, he teased your inner thighs with the merest tips of his fingers, grinning against your lips when he could feel you shiver under his touch and breathe heavily against his mouth.

“About time we do something about it, then, no?” Minghao asked with a teasing hint in his tone as he broke away from the kiss, his fingers pressing into the flesh of your thigh as they dragged upwards, towards your already aching heat. “I just really want your legs around my head.”

You snorted at the choice of words, only to let out a quiet whimper when Minghao dragged one of his slender fingers along your slit. Unable to hold yourself back from grinding against the digit, you moved your hand up Minghao’s neck and tugged lightly at his brown hair upon reaching it, making him gasp quietly. A small grin spread to your lips. “Let’s get this shower over and done with and you’ll get that. …And a lot of other things.”

He grinned while dipping his finger flat into your wetness, sliding it up slowly and making you buck against his hand when his fingertip reached your sensitive clit. “That was in my plans.”

The shower proceeded with lots and lots of kisses, some more quick and sweet and some so full of hunger and tongue that you considered just getting down to it there and then. However, whenever that thought popped to your mind, you remembered what Minghao had said he wanted, which was essentially eating you out, and the mere thought of his tongue massaging your clit and his lips wrapping around it was more than enough to keep you from giving in to the temptation.

Once you were out of the shower, you both dried yourselves with your towels half-heartedly, only wanting to get to your double bed as fast as possible.

Minghao took a seat on the edge of the bed and looked at you with a lopsided grin on his face, his eyes slowly travelling from your lustful eyes down to your hardened nipples and your thighs, pressed tightly together. He could feel his cock twitch a bit at the sight that he found absolutely gorgeous, and he swallowed.

“Come on, Y/N,” he said, moving one hand smoothly on his thigh as an invitation. You chuckled quietly and shook your head.

“Won’t you lie down first?” you asked, voice sensual and low, which made Minghao’s Adam’s apple bob in anticipation and his erection only grow harder faster. He gave you an understanding nod as he moved more to the center of the bed and lied down; you bit your lip at the sight: he was looking straight into your eyes, his legs slightly parted and his cock hard and heavy against his stomach, his hands crossed behind his head. He looked so much like he was in control, yet he also looked all yours.

Not willing to waste another second, you walked to the bed and got on top of Minghao, sitting down on his thighs and running your hands slowly up and down his chest and stomach, smirking when he shivered under your touch.

“Y/N,” Minghao managed to hiss when you ran your thumbs over his nipples, and it was then that he shut his eyes tightly and brought his hands out from underneath his head, placing them on your hips instead.

“What?” you asked teasingly, sliding your thumbs over Minghao’s nipples a couple of more times before steadying your hands on his chest and moving yourself up on him, only to lower yourself on the underside of his cock and grind against him, letting out a quiet yet utterly satisfied moan at how good it felt.

“Fuck,” he gasped, his hips bucking up and his fingers digging into your skin in a way that made you sigh in pleasure. With how hard and needy he was and how deliciously wet you were on him, it was - again - difficult to keep his mind straight when he was oh so very tempted to just slide into you and have you ride him hard. Minghao’s voice broke a little when he said your name again, his arms shaky as he lifted you a little.

“Yes?” you asked teasingly, getting up on your knees and biting your lip at the sight of Minghao’s pre-cum staining his lower abdomen. He looked at you almost desperately and smoothed his hands over your thighs before swallowing and adopting a more serious look as he licked his lips slowly, making sure your eyes followed even the smallest movement of his tongue. You jolted a little with anticipation.

“If we don’t move on as soon as possible, we might have to leave the oral for next time. We don’t want to miss that opportunity tonight, do we?” he asked with a wicked grin, his plump lips left slightly parted even as his tongue disappeared back into his mouth. You shook your head hastily; no, you really did not want to miss out on that, not when you were as horny and needy for his mouth as you were now. As much as having his cock inside of you did sound absolutely amazing, his lips and tongue on you sounded even more so.

You moved up on him, first teasingly slowly, but the closer his face was, the faster you got, and soon you were standing on your knees right above his face, his eyes scanning your wet pussy almost gleefully while you moved one hand up to your chest to tease your nipples and stroked Minghao’s hair with the other. He licked his lips and ran his hands up and down your thighs, his eyes still intent on your most sensitive parts.

“Come on down,” Minghao said, voice thick with lust, and dragged his thumbs up your inner thighs as they found their way to your outer lips, spreading them open gently. A strangled moan came out, and you bit down on your lower lip. “God, you look good.”

You could feel your cheeks heat up even more than they already had, and a whine left your lips when Minghao teased you with his thumbs, moving them along your folds lightly before massaging slow circles into your clit, all the while eyeing you expectantly. Eventually you just couldn’t take it anymore, as much as you wanted to be a tease, and just began lowering yourself on his face.

Before you had even come down all the way, Minghao’s tongue was darting out of his mouth and his hands were moving to your ass, squeezing it lightly while he waited for you to be low enough for him to move his tongue around in your wetness. And once you were… oh, how tightly your fingers held his hair and how gorgeous the strangled moan that you let out sounded to him.

With a bit more encouragement from Minghao, you slowly let more of your weight fall on his face, your legs shaky as you felt the first swirls of his tongue around your pussy. He took his time exploring you, loud, wet sounds coming out as he did so, and you couldn’t help but move a little, grinding against his tongue and mouth altogether. He snickered, his hands kneading your ass.

“Are you feeling good?” he asked, giving your clit a couple of kisses before flattening his tongue against it. You quivered with a quiet mewl leaving your lips. “Me, too.”

Your breathing was getting heavier by the minute as Minghao continued working his magic on you, his tongue finally ending its exploration when he wrapped his lips around your clit. First it was only light, making you sigh as you caressed his scalp with your fingertips, but when he sucked on the sensitive bundle of nerves gently with his tongue running over it, your face was scrunching up and loud moans were coming out uncontrollably, much to Minghao’s satisfaction.

Heck, if you weren’t weak for Minghao’s mouth, you didn’t know what you were. He grinned smugly against you while continuing his treatment on your clit, alternating between pressing his tongue against it and merely grazing it with the wet muscle while his lips were wrapped around it, at one moment only loosely and at another with some suction included, which was driving you crazy, and that was exactly how he loved seeing you.

“Please,” you whined, bucking your hips against Minghao’s mouth desperately while he rubbed your clit with his tongue while sucking on it lightly. He chuckled to himself and let your clit free, still sliding his tongue over it a few times before just blowing some cool air into it. You gasped at the sensation, and Minghao grinned when he felt your thighs tense on either side of his head. You weren’t even sure what you were begging for, but whatever it was, Minghao only ate you out with more vigor - he had merely been getting started.

He pulled you better against himself, his hands firm on your ass as he held you, and all you could do was clench around nothing when you felt the passionate sucks on your clit, not to mention the way his tongue would massage circles into it fast enough to give you flashbacks of the last time you had used a vibrator on it. Similarly to the toy, too, Minghao’s tongue had you weak enough to be shaking above him, unsure if you wanted to buck against him or shy away from the almost torturous touch.

Minghao moaned quietly - although you still felt the vibrations painfully strongly - as more of your anticipation began flowing out, and he gave you a lick all the way from your dripping entrance to your swollen clit. You whined, tugging at his hair, and grinded against his mouth needily. Swollen and desperate to climax, you needed something, anything, to grant you just that. You threw your head back and touched your breasts while focusing on the way Minghao’s mouth felt on you, and all of it together was absolutely heavenly.

“You wanna come, babe?” Minghao asked, lapping at your juices before moving back up on you to kiss your clit, moving one of his hands up from your ass to your chest, pushing your hand away as he took one of your mounds into his hand and kneaded it a little. You let out a whimper that could, with some imagination, be imagined as a positive answer. Minghao swallowed hard, barely able to not touch his aching cock, and gave you a greedy, long lick with a flattened tongue, more than ready to have all of your release streaming down his throat. “Give it to me.”

You nodded, and after some quick adjusting by both you and Minghao, you began moving your hips back and forth on his face, your moans getting more frequent and rising in pitch with every little bit of friction that you got. Minghao moved his tongue with the expertise he had gained over the times he had eaten you out previously, sometimes with you riding his face or sitting on it, sometimes with you lying down on the bed with your legs wrapped tightly around his head as he brought you to your second orgasm with his tongue running over your clit relentlessly.

Biting your lip, you clenched your thighs a little as you felt your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach, the pressure growing bigger with every movement of your hips, and it took you all of your will power to remain somewhat seated on Minghao’s face.

“Minghao, I’m gonna,” you whined, your voice breaking when Minghao rolled your nipple gently and grazed your clit lightly with his teeth before wrapping his soft, plump lips around it and sucking with just enough pressure to throw you over the edge as a shaking mess. You let go of his hair and lurched forward, both of your hands pressed flat on the mattress as you panted and rocked your hips needily against Minghao’s mouth, shaky moans slipping through your lips one after another. The sensitivity of your orgasm made it almost painful, but you wanted more.

“Wanna do another one?” Minghao asked, sensing your unspoken wishes, while lifting you a little and running his forefinger along your slit and dipping it into your core that was quick to hug it tightly. You nodded desperately and pushed against his finger, which made Minghao smirk. “You got it.”

You reached your second orgasm a lot faster, largely due to the sensitivity, but it felt just as good, if not better, as the previous one. Minghao’s never-ending greediness regarding tasting and hearing you was as present as ever, and whenever he scissored the two fingers he had eased into you and slid his tongue between them, you mewled.

Once you had come for the second time and Minghao had licked you clean and tapped your ass as a sign that he was done, you hissed while moving away from his head and sitting down next to it. Minghao looked up at you, his cheeks flushed and face glistening with your juices that he soon tried to gather with his tongue, only managing to get some off. You chuckled and ruffled his hair, mouthing a “Thank you” and getting a gentle squeeze on your thigh back from the male.

Moving your eyes down on him slowly, you were met with Minghao’s cock, red and hard and aching to be touched as it rested on the small pool of pre-cum on his lower abdomen. He followed your gaze and gave you a look that was almost innocent - almost.

“Wanna help me out?” he asked, bringing his own hand to his member and grunting at the contact it was finally getting. You moaned at that alone.

Yes,” you were able to mumble before replacing his hand on his length with yours, occasionally joining it with your lips or the merest tip of your tongue. While he loved seeing you at your weakest, you loved making him suffer in the best ways possible, one of those being holding him at the base of his cock while you sucked on the tip of his cock with your tongue swirling around it, because that was one of the many things you knew would make him loud.

Admin Scooter

TalesFromTheFrontDesk: Platinum Member Scammer

So I just accepted a new position at a nicer hotel recently. I’ve worked hotels with multi-tier guest rewards programs in the past, so I know how difficult some of the higher tier members can be. This individual in particular though has been causing issues from the moment she came through the door. To start off, she was staying with points and didn’t have a credit card for incidentals. She made a big stink about checking in and my GM reluctantly allowed her to check in with no credit card as to not inconvenience our precious Platinum Elite guest. This is just the beginning of our problems. Our hotel is located close to the airport, so we have a complimentary shuttle service to take guests there, and if it isn’t in high demand, we will take guests to nearby restaurants or stores within a reasonable radius of the hotel (2 miles). As many of you may know, a huge blizzard hit the east coast recently, leaving many distressed passengers needing rooms, which means our shuttle was busy commuting guests from the airport to our hotel. This also means we were sold out and the phones were ringing off the hook. This little snowflake calls down and asks that we take her to get pizza from some place she had called in an order to. I calmly explained to her that due to the high demand of the shuttle, we are unfortunately unable to accommodate you and the restaurant where you would like to go is outside of our shuttle radius. Immediately met with snarky remarks about how this is outrageous and that on our “website” it says our shuttle takes people within a 5 mile radius(It doesn’t). She immediately comes down and proceeds to throw a tantrum and as to not disturb other guests, I advised the shuttle driver to take her wherever she needed to go. Jump to the next day, she reserves again (using points of course), and demands to move rooms because she allegedly found “hairy soap” in the bath tub which she gleefully took photos of and emailed to us and corporate customer care. We move her rooms and she claims that there is some kind of stain on the carpet and “little brown chunks” in front of the bed, and also demands her duvet be changed. I send housekeeping to rectify the situation, and she later calls down to the desk asking to speak to the GM. She proceeds to tell the GM that she is not feeling well and needs “lady products” and asks that we send them up to her. THEN she asks why she hasn’t been offered anything for her “multiple issues” that she has had during her stay. This makes me raise an eyebrow since I am beginning to see that she just wants free things and points given to her. I call customer care and explain that we have tried to make this guest happy but we can’t seem to do so. Customer care pulls up her record and turns out she had been given a lot of points in the past due to customer care cases. So many points, in fact, that this is the ONLY reason she is a Platinum Elite Member. So, we are stuck with this insufferable woman because she keeps extending her stay using points. Points that she had scammed out of other hotels and demanding free things. I really hope there is some way that they can revoke status, because what she is doing is essentially stealing from the company. Either which way, I hope to find out that she is gone today when I go in for my shift.

By: queleb