a commission for @wanderingcacti of their dearly departed cats. i’ve done a lot of artworks of pets that have passed on, and it never gets any easier. i’m just glad that i can do something for these lovely friends to be remembered by, as they watch over the people that loved them, and still love them. please, do not tag or associate this as a kin/me work, as it is of deceased pets, and personal to the owner. thank you.
-He was this big cliff hanger that we were all excited to find out about and we were expecting something really cool (Ex. I thought it may be Krypto) and it wasn’t. It was a bland boring character who was a huge let down.
-He actually fucking said he wanted to go back to his home planet where he could objectify women
-His introduction to the show minimized the role of James, who played a huge part in Kara’s character development and was her love interest for an entire season. The show also wrecked that relationship with little explanation and left Karolsen shippers upset and confused.
-He owned slaves
-Literally all of last season Kara was learning that she was just as important as Kara as she was as Supergirl and the other night her telling Mon-El that having him and being Supergirl was enough. That is an entire lesson going to waste
-He never listens to Kara and goes against what she’s saying and then acts like she should be happy with how he’s acting anyway
-He fucking owned slaves
-He literally has no purpose except Kara’s love interest which not only makes her look bad but it’s a waste of a character who had the potential to be awesome (Ex. Mon-El could have become Superboy and gotten together with M'gann/Miss Martian. But that would have been an interracial couple and as we have learned by now. There’s a limit to how diverse a show can be) but instead he’s a useless and wasted character
-Ahem… he was a slave owner
-wow he’s only been lying to kara from the very start of their relationship about who he really is. straight people have this weird thing with “side hoes” and cheating tho so maybe being a fucking liar is just you guys’ thing idk
-Mon-El is a white man. Not to say that we all hate white men. But look at this little set of math equations I put together to explain:
•Kara+Mon-El=more straight white people with no on screen chemistry???
-HE OWNED SLAVES DUDE
if I missed anything someone would like to add, please do
(ps mon-el owned slaves)
Benedict Cumberbatch: “Sometimes when you do fight scenes you think, ‘Oh, I’ll be hit in the face,’ because people get carried away with their vanity and want to look too cool to care, but we were all really careful with each other. Mads [Mikkelsen] and I have a really epic brawl — a week shoot, lots of rehearsal — and he was just delightful. He’s a dancer and a gymnast so he knows how to plant the moves. He was always saying, ‘Are you okay?’ When you’ve got that level of mutual consideration you form a family very quickly.”
On one of his nightly strolls Robbie was letting his wings air out but suddenly he wasn’t alone anymore. A child was out wandering and saw him. In a panic he used his magic to create a fog hoping that they’d forget what they saw if they couldn’t see anything.
Well another BronyCan has come and gone. Tragically this was also the last one.
I wanted to put the highlights down so I could always remember them. Some funny and interesting moments. In no particular order.
I ran out of time to make original prints so I used previous art I’ve done. One of them was a Mei pony which sold amazingly because coincidentally a Short came out featuring her. Lucky me!
I realized I had been selling a Luna picture (the “upsies”) without ba horn the entire con
I sold every single “Angry Twilight” neck pin
When MA Larson came through the vender hall he took one look at the Angry Twi pins and said “What the F”
Peter New laughed at the pins
Someone put in a commission and didn’t pay me and never collected it
Someone put in a commission and DID pay me and never collected it (If thats you and you’re reading this 100% man I will refund your money hit me up with your Badge name)
Twenty four people bought a raffle ticket but only one guy showed up for the raffle. I felt bad when he didn’t win.
Someone put in a commission and left their iPad on the table
Someone asked me to mail their commission to them and paid extra for the stamp (That’s on its way soon btw friendo)
I showed up to a Creatives Meetup and no one else showed so I left a sad TJ Horse that said “In memory of TJ. The only guy who showed”
Later on a group of artists who found it tracked me down to draw.
We usurped Buck Legacys unused table to draw on.
I let someone Browse my new sketchbook even though it’s 90% cringey bad hungover doodles. I dont think they were impressed.
There was a really great Sunset Shimmer cosplay. Really hit the nail on the head.
The Voice Actress for Starlight Glimmer (One of my favorite ponies) came to my booth and told me my ponies were cute. I didnt recognize her and just said. “Oh. Thanks” ….uuuhg
I met Couch Crusader and some of his friends. They were all really cool.
I ran out of Print Sleeves because im a dumb newbie at Vending and Maxwell Hobbes was nice enough to give me a bunch for free.
I chit chatted with a nice lady who had a bit of trouble getting her merchandise into Canada as she was waiting on her husband. Her husband turned out to be BronyDanceParty which was cool.
After I finished in the vender hall I went to the pub alone to have dinner and unwind a little and was instead acosted by an angry man who swore to me he had the cure to AIDS and Cancer and that he had a 300 disc documentary series on Sharks that made him a greater expert than any marine biologist.
I had a beer and some nachos with some cool folks including Hobbes and Fisher as well as someone from Babscon
There was a really big Plushie at the Babscon table I really wanted to steal. I still do actually.
Someone offered me 700 dollars for the handmade Brownie Plush an amazing fan gave to me the previous year. I just could not accept their offer though.
I thought 10 Brownie Bun Plushies was an overkill order. Turned out I should have probably gotten 20.
No one ever refered to me as “TJPones” but on at least 10 occasions I was refered to as “TJ Ponies”
Everyone thought my back issues were gone but actually I was just popping my leftover painpills every morning. Fake it till you make it baybee!
I got into a 1 hour long debate over wether or not Applejack likes apples. I wont even try to explain.
you know what I really miss about season three? when everyone was scared nrk would find the google drive with the subtitled clips and so @shametv gave all the clips a codename. like, remember how you’d see these posts that just said, kardemomme, or like, kosegruppa invites, and everyone would know there was a link hidden in there, haha. we really were all in on the joke. what a cool time.
Hey, look. Another Ed Sheeran inspired fic. You tired of these yet? This gets a bit obnoxiously inspired at the end because hot damn I could not resist. Well, actually, the middle – it was originally going to be the end but they decided to fuck instead so… fairly explicit smut ahead? I don’t know how to class this, people – <overshare> but if we’re classing smut based on a 1-10 ‘how thirsty is the author’ scale, this is about a 100000000 </overshare>. ANYWAY – No, I didn’t put the lyrics actually in the bloody thing, but I recommend a listen (if only because this is a damn good song).
Also – last one shot for a while. After the next chapter of The Underground goes up (this weekend???) I’m going on fic hiatus until mid-May because your girl has seminar papers to write. I know, I’m crying too.
Summary: James is in a band, Lily is thirsty af. Muggle AU, Met in a Pub AU (a thing?), Smut.
It was loud and sweaty and the air smelled like hard liquor and beer and the cigarette smoke wafting in off the street. Her local was normally a quiet, subdued place (though it occasionally got a bit rowdy on pub quiz night) - it was a lowkey pub, the bartenders were all really nice (though she had her favourite), and the regulars were cool. On New Act Fridays, though, the place exploded. It was a scene she’d long since moved on from since leaving uni, one full of writhing bodies and spilled drinks, but she always made a special exception for what was, probably, her favourite pub event. So, it seemed, did everyone the hell else in Leytonstone.
Lily tipped her head in thanks to the bartender as he dropped off her third gin and tonic, squeezed the lime into her glass, turned back around on her stool. She swirled her drink, leaned her back up against the bar, and surveyed the crowd. Everyone was largely chatting amongst themselves while they waited for the next act to get set up - a few people were pressed up against the wall and snogging furiously in the far corner, but Lily knew the number would at least double by the end of the night.
There was a pair of men on the small stage in the corner, a lanky blonde and a tall one with a mop of jet black hair, setting up their instruments as they prepped for, Lily assumed, their set. A man with a leather jacket stumbled out of the crowd, grabbed the blonde one by the neck with one hand, a fistful of his white t-shirt in his other, whispered something in his ear, pressed a kiss to his lips - the blonde smiled, beamed, before shoving the man, now laughing so loudly Lily could hear him from across the pub, off the stage.
Her eyes flicked away from them as the blonde sat down at his drums, began twisting something she couldn’t see - she turned back to the black haired man. He was fiddling with the tuning pegs on his guitar, his fingers plucking the strings, a look of deep concentration on his face. She moved her eyes over the long, lean muscles on his forearm, the tendons popping out in that absurdly sexy way that they always seem to do on guitar players, took another sip of her drink. He was part-way through tuning the fifth string when his eyes snapped up and met hers almost immediately, like he’d felt her eyes on him. She couldn’t tell what colour his eyes were, not from this distance, but she watched his gaze travel slowly down her body (her breath caught in her throat) before his eyes met hers again and he arched an eyebrow. Lily bit her lip - his lips hitched up into a cocky, lopsided smirk.
When Yona shot Kum-Ji in the Awa arc - just her eyes OMG her fiery expression was HNNGGGHHHH (and the music in the anime!!!)
Yona’s Gi-Gan impersonation against the Fire Tribe soldiers when the Happy Hungry Bunch was first named XD
Yona’s dance with the ornamental sword when the group were in Kai. I found her comments about moving from a fan to a sword and her expression at the time really cool! (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و
The confrontation of Kang Soo-Jin during the Fire Tribe rebellion where Yona’s all, “Oi, asshole, you’re no King”. (Might have paraphrased that a little hahaha!!)
Y’know that moment in the market when Yona shot at the targets while Hak was betting? Yeah? And Hak’s all, “That’s my girl!!” and I’m screaming that too because hot damn that’s my girllllll!!
Yona’s dance in the Water Tribe pub and her subsequent round kick of the drugged man trying to attack Lili. Waaaaah so badass!!!
Hiyou getting a new face scar courtesy of Yona’s badassery~
The moment when Soo-Won and Yona had to work together in the Water Tribe and Soo-Won told Yona to stand back and Yona’s like, “Pfft” and shoots up some bad guys before turning to basically glare at him.
Yona saving Lili from the whipping man when the two were captured and taken to Sei and then the moment when she whacked a jerk over the head with a giant log of wood.
The confrontation with Soo-Won in the Xing arc when Yona went to discuss a meeting between him and the Xing princesses.
These are some off the top of my head, but I’m sure there are many more!! I hope there will also be many more in coming chapters~ X3
1) what the fuck
2) what the fuck
3) what the fuck
The trial was really fucking good. Easily the best buildup and reveals since jailbreak, i loved every second, blue diamond’s hair-wig looked iffy but that was my only animation gripe, somehow they managed to make the pink diamond plot interesting again after ‘the rose reveal that wasn’t’ in season 3.
homeworld is fucking beautiful, some weird futurist high art concept, giant head building included (wonder if that’s a representation of PD or WD)
Off color gems were really cool too conceptually - good to see they didn’t all get shattered - but feels a bit like they’re redoing the famethyst. i get the feeling all these plot threads are building up to a 'hey the crystal gems have an army again’ but i do hope each of the little subgroups gets more time. The drones are interesting and terrifying
and then lars fucking dies. they honestly killed him. like, this is probably imo the worst thing rebecca sugar has ever done and i hold her personally responsible, because 'death’ is not a redemption arc you give to jerk characters it’s one you give to fucking villains. lars was a grumpy teenager who in the end was probably gonna turn out alright once he had a few years to find who he was, but now he’s a pink zombie stuck on another planet who half the fandom hates without good reason. i hope he gets back to earth safe and gets to have potluck one day. it’s the least he deserves.
oh and steven got home consequence-free yet again without saving anyone or doing anything of value. what a dick of a character he gets his fucking cryhug and a sandwich but he let lars and two zircons fucking die. so tired of this baby protagonist
That’s a really harsh post-episode strip, so it may be better if I explain myself. First of all, of course I don’t think the writers are as cynical as Twilight last line. That’s for the joke. I really enjoyed this episode. In fact, I think I laughed at every joke. I thought all the characters were really well written, the song was cool and some parts of the lesson were good (you can’t please everyone). What’s really bothering me is how every critique is magically explained by “it’s in-character”. No, it’s not. We had lots and lots of episodes of idiot balls and OOC. Not every episode has to be perfect and it’s okay to do mistakes, but to deny them is not. Especially when you end up with “Eyh, kids still like it and they are our true audience so it’s fine if we’re losing some grown-up fans”.
Summary: Sana is tired and just wants to go home. Yousef is here and he just wants to see her smile.
Sana was walking home, tired. Noora had
been sick today, she wasn’t at school, and Sana had been the only one
to send her a text and actually ask if she was okay because, indeed,
she didn’t seem to feel great the last times she had seen her, and
she was worried about her friend. Noora hadn’t answered, and all
Vilde had talked about everytime they had a free period today was
boys. And not any boys. Boys who were Sana’s brother and his friends.
Since the other girls seemed to be fine
with that, she just let them talk about how pretty Mikael was, how
fun they all were, how it was a really cool coincidence that there
were five of them, just as the girls were five. How cute Noora and
Yousef were together.
Sana had tried to avoid talking or
giving her opinion, or else she would have been seen as the cold
bitch, once again. Vilde would’ve probably told her that it wasn’t
their fault if Sana didn’t want to talk about boys, or how horrible
she was for not telling them sooner that her brother and his friends
were hot 97’.
It wasn’t that Sana didn’t want to talk
about them. But she had always liked keeping friends and family
apart, and this was way too big of a change for her. Way too soon.
Actually, she probably would never say it but she would’ve prefered
not to mix hers and her brother’s friends at all. Ever. Because
coming home to them was something that she really liked sometimes,
and hearing them laughing or shouting in her brother’s room felt like
home. Of course she hated them sometimes, but it still felt fine,
like she was right where she belang. Not that she didn’t belong with
the girls, but it just… wasn’t the same.
So mixing the two groups and hanging
out with her older brother was something she just had never done
before, and would’ve prefered to never do. But it seemed like she
wouldn’t have the choice now.
She didn’t want to feel like a burden
to the girls, didn’t want to tell them why she was acting weird. Sana
was just… tired. Once home, she opened the door and heard the sound
of the TV. She sighed. The boys were probably there, and it wasn’t
really the right moment. Right now, the girl just wanted to do her
homework, take a shower, pray and go to bed.
She stopped by the living room to tell
her brother she was home, expecting to see Adam and Mikael since they
were the ones who usually came here to watch TV with Elias. No luck,
they were all here, on the sofa, watching TV. As she entered the room
quietly, she noticed Yousef raising his head.
She was clearly sad and tired, and
didn’t want to think about him today. She didn’t want to see him, she
didn’t want to see his eyes, or his hands, or his stupid smile. She
didn’t want to be noticed. But he was there, and he seemed down too.
All the other boys seemed dozy, and her brother was clearly asleep on
The brown-haired boy straightened
himself as Sana tried to see what they were watching. She felt his
eyes on her, and just wanted to escape his gaze, just this once. So
she went to the kitchen to make herself a tea. She put the kettle on,
chose a chai that she liked and waited, resisting the urge to take a
look at her phone which was constantly vibrating. It probably was
Vilde, commenting on something Magnus had done or said and she didn’t
need that right now.
As her eyes were distracted by the sky
outside the window, she noticed the sound of footsteps on the wooden
floor, and caught herself hoping it was Yousef. As the water began to
boil, she heard little knocks on the kitchen door.
No he doesn’t, he has the stereotypical 90′s ‘bad girl’ hair. In the 90′s if the girls hair did the thing then they were officially too cool for school. Really all he’s missing his a scrunchie on his wrist and smudged black eyeliner and he’s set. Actually hold on…
None of us are getting an invite to that lunch table.
Another accident I had that I wrote an account of for omo.org :) I hope you all like it.
Hi everyone! Its been a week or two, I’ve had a bit of a dry spell,
likely due to the fact that midterms were going on and I’m a lot less
playful and risky when I’m in work mode. Work and fun are two separate
things for me, which isn’t to say I don’t enjoy working; I’m a working
and writing machine! Anywho, I’ve finally been able to wind down and
relax finally after what feels like however, in the last few days I’ve
attended a few Halloween parties, a few Halloween events, marathoned bad
horror movies for all nighters, and another in particular relating
specifically to this forum: I had an accident.
Now if you’ve read my tale regarding my recent fable while playing a
certain horror game you know two things: One, I love horror but don’t
handle scares well, and two, I’m oh-so woefully stubborn. As is usually
the case when I have an accident, the stubbornness of course comes into
play. Allow me to give a bit of context..
There’s a local park a city or so away. Like a lot of places, it has a
yearly Halloween attraction. Its very sizable; it is also used as a
campground in the summertime. I have attended this event every year!
This year I went with a few of my friends (Same group from the
apartment story), and we showed up early. Naturally there was a line
already, and we still had 45 minutes before the event would start and
the line started moving up…The line ended up being very large in
total, the event was very popular. We had all been picked up at our
houses, and most of us had overnight bags in the trunk, as we were going
back to one of their places to marathon horror movies for the rest of
the night. In the hour before we arrived I had drunk a monster and a
hard lemonade, though I didn’t really think anything of it until I
polished off a 1 liter pepsi from the concession stand halfway through
Description phase! By now you most likely have a general idea of my
appearance, for newcomers I’ve got long black hair, am pale enough to
fit into the cast of twilight which I am ashamed of, unhealthy tiny at
116 pounds last weigh-in, at 5'8-5'9. To try and turn my pitiful bodily
state into a point of attraction, I try to maintain care of my face with
various face washes, and creative use of eyeliner. If people are going
to think I’m anorexic or something, I might as well look semi-pretty in
the process I figure. But enough of that. Tonight I was wearing a pretty
dark blue jeans, you could think they were black if you didn’t see them
in the light. Very tight too. Black tank top, black zipped hoodie for
the brisk October weather, along with a nice blue bra/panty combo. With
this outfit I usually wear 2 earrings, a gold moon and a star, but as I
might end up running for my life I left those out this time.
So again, we were in line, and as aforementioned halfway up there was
a food stand. I got a hot dog and a 1 litre pepsi, and those were gone
pretty fast I will say. Now see at this point I hadn’t used the bathroom
in a few hours easily, but I didn’t even think about that until all the
drinks from the past little while had caught up. By the time we were
¾ of the way up the line I was squirming and inwardly groaning from
the typical this-is-the-worst-time-to-need-to-pee realization. I
resolved to hold it because again, I’m stubborn, and I didn’t want to
lose my place in line next to my friends. I realize I probably would
have been let back into my spot, but I didn’t want to take any chances.
We slowly moved up in line, and my need to go slowly got worse, but I
didn’t really plan to budge. It was almost an exciting feeling, but as
per usual I didn’t really put enough thought into potential
consequences. Its something I really need to work on. Anywho, I had my
hands stuffed in my pockets and my legs crossed and I’d bounce a little
every now and again. At one point Kate asked me what was up and I
started bitching about the cold. We got to the end of the line up and it
was our group, and another few girls, like 3 others I think for the
next go around. I think they let another set of people in every 5
minutes or so.
We got in and I really had to go, but I figured should I stay on my toes I could hold it until the end no problem.
First we went down the trail, pretty spooky. Torches and bridges,
people in costumes…I tried to stay relatively quiet and blend in with
my friends. One of my friends is a screamer, and the screamers make
themselves targets. So I let her take the brunt of the people jumping
out of the woodwork as it were. It was all really cool, and went really
smoothly for me until the little house filled with zombies. It was wide
open, and had a whole strobe light thing going on. One was waiting
around the corner of the entrance door and spooked the group with a
lunge. Everyone, including me, scattered. Everyone took off, zig zagging
through the would-be zombies, through the large barn-like structure,
until people found the way out. My luck started to run out around here.
I found the door and escaped. I was alone. I had figured everyone
else had gone on ahead. I took a moment to lean against the outside of
the house/barn/thing and hold myself, placing my hand between my legs
and holding my legs together long enough to take the edge off, and
continued on down the trail. I would later find out, as my luck would
have it, that I was actually the FIRST out. And not only that, after I
had gone off down the trail, everyone else would get out and proceed to
head in the wrong direction. The lot of em had to be redirected
back onto the trail by a supervisor and the like. I mean…I went in
the direction that had a torch on a tree. I thought it was obvious,
Now all of a sudden, I was target number 1. There was actors dressed
as ghouls constantly lurking about, being creepy, saying creepy shit, or
jumpscaring me. Some of them were really creative, and I loved the
costumes, gotta give em props. I tried to play it cool, waving to them
and being like “Hi, hows life?”, and just being chill, even though I
very obviously wasn’t chill, given the fast walk I had going. My first
minor leakage came at the hands of a guy who was hanging. I don’t know
how he was alive, or how the engineered it, but the guy hanging from the
noose was a living dude. He was legit hanging. Maybe invisible wires or
something. Anyway I assumed he was a prop for obvious reasons, and of
course he lunged and yelled. I let out a tiny shriek, and felt myself
dribble into my underwear. I ran off cursing under my breath.
Eventually I came to another house, larger than the last one. It
looked incredibly dark inside. I knew that was probably the gimmick, and
walked in. I discovered it was very narrow with winding hallways, in
what was basically pitch black darkness. My shaking legs carrying me and
my aching bladder, I soldiered on. About a minute in I heard a voice
behind me. “Hello? Is anybody there?” She called out a few names I
didn’t recognize, but I called out anyway. I waited for this girl to
catch up, and she latched onto my arm and told me she lost her friends
and was gonna tag along with me. I replied that I was grateful for the
company, and I continued on with this girl on my arm. Making nervous and
frightened small talk, we continued our way through the winding pitch
black maze. Things were going well until a hand came out of a hole in
the wall and grabbed my other arm. I let out a sharp noise I can’t
really describe, and the other girl shrieked as well, I had assumed in
reaction to me. It was simultaneous to the noise I made that I realized I
was spurting into my pants. I yanked my hand away from the wall
presence and shoved it between my legs, quickly feeling my pee leaving
my bladder, saturating my pants and beginning to tickle my inner thighs.
I panted, with each pant accentuated with a small alarmed moan, I
clenched just about every muscle in my lower body to regain control. The
girl, who in the dark has no idea what was happening, questioned if I
was alright as I quickly checked relevant areas for dampness, trying to
assess how visible any damage might be. I didn’t think it was too bad,
the pants being dark and all, and horror trails tending to lack in the
light department. My nether regions were certainly damp and I no doubt
had a wet patch, but I clenched quickly enough to cease a dangerous
spread. I reassured the girl and we continued. At some point I unzipped
my hoodie, as the air in the structure was fairly heavy.
Eventually, I could see the glow of an exit, and became excited. The
trail wasn’t over, but at least I’d be able to see again. We crept up
the incline leading to it, and I exclaimed “Its a good thing to be
finally free eh?” to which my companion replied "Boy, it sure is!“
I will never forget the next moment for the rest of my life.
Something in the way she said that was almost mocking, and I turned
to face her, who was still clinging onto my arm and had her head on my
shoulder. My escort, who I had presumed to be one of the three other
girls who wasn’t part of my friend group, was wearing a tattered white,
almost hospitalish gown, and in addition to appearing to be rotted, also
appeared to be missing part of her jaw. This really wasn’t the time to
get an eyeful of the amazing makeup work done at such close proximity. I
think I stood there for a moment with my eyes and face just widening in
absolute realization and comprehending terror. I assume she had been
near the house and seen I was alone. I gotta give it to the crafty
bitch, that was one of the most clever things I’ve ever seen, and I’ve
never screamed so loud in my entire life.
I sprinted up, barreling out of the exit door. I tripped, scrambled
to my feet, and has my luck would have it, on my way upright I went face
first into another chick. Also rotted looking. Wielding a now revving
chainsaw. I could hear my evil escort from earlier cackling like mad as a
I fell back onto the ground, staring at the chainsaw wielding nurse. I
think it was a nurse. Don’t quote me on that. I screamed again as she
darted forward with the chainsaw which more than likely had no chain on
it, holding it above me. I was screaming, and I then realized, also
wetting my pants. I have no idea when it started, probably somewhere
around my stumble out of the house, or even my initial scream. All I
knew was, I was suddenly wet, and there was a vibrating hiss accompanied
by a spreading warmth. Chainsaw lady looked to the sky, laughing and
waving the saw around as I attempted to grab myself, pushing my hand and
pants into my crotch, resulting in a loud PSSSSSHHHHHH. I could feel my
ass becoming absolutely soaked, and I could see the puddle forming
underneath me when I looked down. I realized Saw Girl wasn’t looking,
and I shot up and took off like a dart, deftly kicking my foot back over
my puddle, hopefully covering it. I sure wasn’t sticking around to find
out. I ran, and ran around the corner of the trail, spurts of urine
shooting out every step. I went off the trail the moment I knew I was
out of the sight of ghouls which was pretty quick.
In the relative darkness I leaned against a tree, on the opposite
side of said tree where I wouldn’t be seen from the trail. My bladder
was panging, as if to say "No” is not an option right now. I could feel
my control slipping again, but I couldn’t let that happen! This wasn’t
really a situation or attire I could afford a full on accident. I shoved
my hands down there again and started frantically crossing my legs,
uncrossing, bouncing, moaning and gasping, you name it. I had to get my
pants down or something, but as I pulled one hand out and tried to
unhook my button, I started peeing my pants again. The hissing returned,
and as much as I struggled and whined and frantically tried and failed
to open my fly after unhooking the button, it started streaming down my
My ass was becoming soaked, and I could feel the warm trails flowing
on my previously relatively untouched legs, dripping onto the autumn
leaves underneath me. I moaned loudly as the stream intensified, leaving
no part of the backside of my pants, from the cuffs of my legs to the
seam of my ass unsoaked.
I tried so hard to stop the flow, finally getting my pants completely
undone I shoved a hand into my panties to try and block my pee-hole.
Didn’t work out too well…When I leaned over from the strain of the
stream and the effort of trying to stop it, the position of my hand
redirected the flow frontwards, and now the front of my jeans were
becoming even darker than their natural dark blue color; the resounding
pssssh of my pee soaking the front of my legs and knees echoing through
the forest with the sounds of distant screams. I whined, strained,
moaned, criss crossed, my usual dance. But even I knew it was over, as
my last move ensured no part of me was getting away unsoaked by the
shame of my failing bladder.
My stream slowed to a crawl as my bladder finished emptying. I was in
a bit of a pickle now. I finished the trail with a few more screams,
staying as far away from light sources as I could. My pants were dark
enough that you probably couldn’t tell the difference if I wasn’t next
to a torch or light….But given they were certainly over-saturated,
even the faintest source of light might have caught a glisten, being
drenched and all. I sure hope not.
When I finished the trail, I was informed I was the first out of my
group out due to a wrong turn made by others, and that’s when it hit me I
had a slight chance to make it out unscathed. I rushed to the parking
lot using the same tactics as in the trail, avoiding light like I was a
vampire in Florida. The only time I went directly into the light was to
rush straight to the car. I had the key, so I managed to pop the trunk
and grab my overnight bag. I also grabbed a plastic bag and took off
into a porta-potty. I quickly changed out of my pants, panties, and
socks, and through on a pair of white undies and a pair of sweats. To
seem less suspicious, I also changed from my tank top into a jammie
T-shirt I wear. I tossed the wet stuff in a plastic bag, and then the
plastic bag into my overnight bag. I then proceeded to wait by the car.
Eventually they came back, laughing and giggling, getting the jitters
out. Kate immediately noticed my change in attire and yelled “Oi (INSERT
MY NAME HERE), you piss your fucking pants?”, laughing and obviously
joking around, which got an equally jokey reply in “Nah man, those jeans
make my ass look fucking fantastic and all, but too tight and I wanna
hit up the comfort game early. Look at the goddamn indent from the
button!” I accentuated this by lifting my shirt to show the crater where
the button had been digging into my tummy. Continually laughing and
carrying on, we went back to Tanya’s place and marathon-ed classic
horror movies for the night (Return of the Living Dead is a classic for
As always I hope you enjoyed my tale! Feel free to comment, shoot
your thoughts my way, or fire a message at me. Love you all, have a
lovely Halloween!~ <3