this will take a while getting used to


When a human, ready to use violence, comes close to a helpless animal, a small and innocent one, it has three options of reacting to the approaching danger.

 It can attack. It can run away. Or it plays dead. 

We are animals, too. Some of us more helpless than others. Some of us would never use all of those options. But sometimes…there is no chance. Our brain can only take a specific amount of mental damage before it tries to shut the pain all out. Pretends it isn’t there to protect itself. Protect the mind. The soul. The little child’s soul that cannot attack or run away because the torturer is just too strong. 

So while the body plays it dead, gets all stiff and the mind tries to disconnect from the physical pain it has to endure…the brain can work wonders to create a place of peace. Repressions of cruel situations like abuse to keep the innocent child’s soul safe. It never works forever but…for a moment…for a moment it feels right to fall for this little trick.


So I finished the Punisher and decided to break my own heart writing the kastle scene that definitely followed the ending. Soft Frank. SOFT FRANK.

@ejunkiet is my amazing beta reader

This song is this fic.

Spoilers for the entirety of Punisher S1

Also, the notes broke earlier so I’m trying again

It takes him a few days, after he’s been sprung from the hospital. Takes him a while to be able to move without wheezing, for his head to stop feeling like his brain’s too big for his skull; for him to get used to the new name for real, this time. To being known. He’s not too sure what he thinks about Curt’s sessions, yet, but it’s good to talk about some of it, to be heard. Not all of it. There are things he can’t touch yet, things he won’t, things that hurt and are dug in so deep he doesn’t think he can find the end of it, not sure what’s at the end, but he does it - he goes to group. He listens. Curt gives him a new book.

Bill, Billy, Uncle Billy. William fucking Russo.

He sleeps, and for a while he doesn’t dream.


He makes it to Karen’s in the first week.

“Hey,” is the first thing he says to her, on her doorstep.

“Hey,” Karen breathes, bracing herself against the doorframe a moment. Her gaze finds his and fixes there before being drawn away - to the mess of his face, the healing scars, the bruise that stretches from one cheek to the other. She’s, she’s in her pyjamas, he hasn’t seen her in those before. It must be late; he hadn’t really noticed the time.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d come,” she’s saying. “I went to the river, yesterday. And the day before. Just in case. But…”

She releases the door frame, swaying back, and her gaze finds his again. He looks back, and keeps looking, and finds the scratches from the shrapnel, the shadows under her eyes, an exhaustion that seems bone deep. He gets stuck looking, a while.

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Best Friends Mum

Best Friends Mum
We were all around 14 yrs old ,my friend lived with his mum who had divorced a few yrs earlier.
His house was were we all hung out , playing computer games and getting drunk & stoned while listening to music and watching football games (soccer) . 
His mum was a bit of a loner but a lovely lady who didn’t mind us all hanging about but she use to have a bit of an alcohol problem and would join in getting drunk & stoned . 
Over time we would all dance about and she loved having young teenage boys around her . 
Once or twice when i danced about with her she would press up close and i could feel her tits against me and i would get an instant hard on and she would grind and groove against it . I didn’t stop her and would sneakily squeeze her tits and pinch her large nipples while the others wouldn’t see me . I then use to take every opportunity to dance with her when we were partying at the house which was every weekend for a while , she would be tipsy smelling of some cheap perfume and always in a light summers dress with the buttons undone to her breasts giving most of us a decent view of her large tits . 
We continued to have a great time and we both got a little more daring , her letting me fondle and squeeze her tits and once or twice me chancing my luck and moving my hands over her ass and trying to feel her pussy all the while she’s sqeezing my cock . 
Then one day i went round and my friend wasn’t in but she let me in anyway…. i could tell she had been drinking and there was music playing in the room … i took a can of beer and joined her and we were just chatting when she said come on dance with me … i got up and we started to dance about … it was just the two of us and i got behind her and started to move my hands up her body , she was moving and swaying to the song playing against me , my hands quickly found her tits and i pinched and rolled her nipples in my hands , she leaned back and i kissed her neck and nape , she was lost in the sensual feeling taking over her as i spun her around and kissed her full on , tongues swirling around one another and my cock as hard as i could ever remember. She pulled away hot and sticky from the heat of the moment plus the glorious summers day outside . She said we had to stop , it was wrong … i pulled her close not knowing what her reaction would be and started to kiss and fondle her tits , sucking on her nipples and undoing more buttons on her dress . 
She was panting and breathless as i continued to feast on her tits and then moving up to kiss her again . She was now just in her panties and she then pushed me onto the sofa and started to undo my jeans … it take her long to find my rigid rock hard cock , i was about to lose my virginity to a 40 odd yr old lady who was my best friends mum . She took my cock and licked hungrily around the head before sinking it down her throat and after about 1 minute i was spewing my load down her and there was so much it fell from her mouth down her chin & tits . I was overwhelmed by what had happened and my cock was still hard , she said i had a lovely big cock for a young lad i was only 14 or so . She then said lets go upstairs to bed , i followed her naked upstairs where she then kept on sucking my cock as i played with her pussy , she told me where to touch , how to touch her and to push a finger or two into her , i finger fucked her pussy and played with her clit , her pussy getting wetter & wetter … she then laid back and guided my cock to her pussy , i pushed into bareback and her wet pussy sucked my cock as deep ascit would go … i lay still on her instruction and then she said to start pumping her , i pushed up on my hands and fucked her hard and fast … she was gone … eyes closed puffing, panting and saying omg it’s been so long since i felt a cock in me … i drove my cock into her over and over and then she started to cum … her orgasm shook her whole body as she cried out in pleasure and her pussy gushed like a fountain around my cock .. she was quivering, hot & sweaty from our fuck but i hadn’t cum again … so we kissed cuddled fir a few moments before she turned over into the doggy position and said “ come and fuck me like this ” i moved behind her and slammed my cock straight into her the force of it taking her breath i fucked her long and hard , playing with her tits and kissing her neck , she spread her legs wider and told me to getbup on one knee to give me me more balance … i did as she said and ploughed into her …moans and cries from her told me i was doing ok and i told her i was going to cum , she said “ don’t stop just keep fucking me and cum inside me ” i let out a huge cry as i filled her pussy with my load . 
I had lost my virginity to my best friends mum .
We showered ,washed and had a smoke with a cup of tea and i promised not to say anything to anyone about what had happened. 
We continued to fuck all that summer, me going round when i knew she would be alone . 
I then moved away in the autumn but when i visited my friend on vacation the following summer i stayed at my friends house and i had sex with his mum 2/3 times during that time . 
To this day my friend has never known about me and his mum all those yrs ago , unfortunately she passed away a good few yrs ago and i went to the funeral . I still speak to my friend regularly and we are arranging to meet up for the first time in about 7/8 yrs . 
Hope you enjoyed my confession.

themultifandomtrashbin  asked:

Headcanons for spending winter w Pidge as her so?

this is cute 🤧🤧🤧

  • the cuddles
  • there are… a lot of them
  • pidge is cold a lot so she likes using a blanket while she works and it’s really cute 
  • her nose scrunches up and gets pink when she’s cold so uhh kiss her nose and make her happy
  • hot chocolate !!! a lot of it !!!
  • if you guys have a fireplace then falling asleep by it would be the cutest
  • pidge gets colds kinda easily because she’s stubborn and doesn’t dress warmly sometimes
  • especially if lance someone says that she’ll get a cold
    • then it’s a competition
    • ultimately, she loses so you gotta take care of stubborn pidge
  • snow makes her happy but she could do without it
  • she doesn’t go out a lot during winter… too cold
    • she’d much rather sit inside and bingewatch her show or something
  • winter makes her tired
    • she falls asleep randomly it is the cutest thing one minute she’s working you come back in an hour later and she’s asleep
  • winter with pidge is warm, cuddly, and very happy

A Whole New World

It takes a while, getting used to being on his own.

(Written for #celebratingdean week 2: Stanford era. Also posted on AO3.)

It takes a while, getting used to being on his own.

Not the single rooms; Dean only asks for a double a few times before it sinks in. He can use the money he spares that way better than having an extra bed for a wishful just in case. And he certainly doesn’t need any reminders of the fact that they left him all alone.

Hunting solo doesn’t take as much getting used to as he thought it would either. Firstly, Dad only sends Dean on run-of-the-mill hunts he doesn’t want to waste time on himself (and Dean doesn’t tell him about the more dangerous ones he just runs across). And secondly, it’s kind of a sink or swim situation – you either get good at watching your own back fast, or you get dead. Dean gets good.

What takes some time getting used to is the choices. How to spend spare time, what food to order, which channel to watch, which tape to play in the car. It’s all up to Dean now, and he doesn’t know what to do with it at first.

Well, that’s not true. At first, he doesn’t even realize that he’s still making these decisions as if he wasn’t on his own. Choosing a diner that advertises great salads to appease Sam. Turning off the TV while cleaning his guns because Dad doesn’t approve of mixing fun with work. Playing a riskier game of poker or pool to win enough money to get all three of them through another week. Leering at waitresses so that Sam and Dad would share an annoyed sigh, maybe the last thing they agreed on before Sam left.

Now, it’s all up to Dean. And the possibilities are endless. Or as endless as it gets in the backwater towns Dean usually travels through. But even those tiny, God-forgotten places sometimes hold hidden treasures, entire new worlds that Dean had no idea about.

Dean’s universe grows, gets bigger.

Sometimes, Dean gets lonely.

Other times, Dean thinks as he joins the large crowd waiting in line for the ‘Biggest Star Trek convention in the Midwest’, it’s pretty damn awesome.


Spoilers for the entirety of Punisher S1 

It takes him a few days, after he’s been sprung from the hospital. Takes him a while to be able to move without wheezing, for his head to stop feeling like his brain’s too big for his skull; for him to get used to the new name for real, this time. To being known. He’s not too sure what he thinks about Curt’s sessions, yet, but it’s good to talk about some of it, to be heard. Not all of it. There are things he can’t touch yet, things he won’t, things that hurt and are dug in so deep he doesn’t think he can find the end of it, not sure what’s at the end, but he does it - he goes to group. He listens. Curt gives him a new book.

Bill, Billy, Uncle Billy. William fucking Russo.

He sleeps, and for a while he doesn’t dream.

Find the rest here or on AO3 (notes broke on this so I’ve reposted, sorry!)


Tripp: Yeah… THIS, is purdy…  

Tally: Oh wow.. I didn’t know you had a dog! 

Tripp: Yeah, usually we’re joined at the hip and she comes everywhere with me, but since we moved to the bay, she’s been a bit scattered and likes to hang out around here..  Hopefully she’ll start to get a bit more adventurous once she settles in… 

Tally: She’s ah… kind of filthy.. 

Tripp: Oh, I know!… we don’t exactly have a bath here yet so… She just has to stay stinky for a while.. 

Tally: you should bring her to my place, you can use my bath.. I’m sure Pixel won’t mind sharing… I’m sure he’d love to meet a new friend too… 

Tripp: Oh really? Thanks, that’d be awesome! I’ll definitely take you up on that offer, having a stinky old dog try to curl up with you at night isn’t much fun at all!  


Just goofing off & having some fun with the Alola Photo Club to celebrate my first Grand Trial victory in Ultra Moon!  The gangs all here, including:

My shiny Phantump, Ghost Gum, was supposed to be on this team, but the poke-bank isn’t up for the new games yet, which means I had to transfer the team over using GTS, which would have evolved Ghost Gum into a Trevenant.  I mean, I’ll evolve her eventually, but I want to get to play with her as a cute little Phantump for a while first, so she’ll be on my eventual Ultra Sun team instead, and Garnier moved up to take her spot.

anonymous asked:

Hi! First off, lemme say that your blog is very useful and pleasant to browse; ty for sharing your web space with us ♡ Second, I'd like to ask sthg about sigils if it's not too much of a bother: I recently created one I feel would be best stored in a computer file but I have no idea of the ways I could use to recharge it once in a while. Would you have ideas or would you know of tech witches I could ask this to? Ty for reading this and I wish you a very good day/night ♡ witchychild-grimoire ♎🌬

I mean, I consider myself a tech witch lol. 

First off, as long as your PC is on it will get some charge. 

You can take it into a digital art program and create a layer with zero opacity and doodle over it, either trace the design or scribbles, or whatever really. 

You can manually send you own energy into the design on the screen. 

You could repeatedly tap the design on the screen, if you don’t mind touching your computer screen lol. 

Even just opening the sigil every now and again, not to do anything, just accessing the file, should be good. 

You could also go the “destruction” method - create a copy of the sigil file, charge it up as desired, then put it in the recycling bin. :) 

one of my old cats would sit on a table while we were eating with eyes closed pretending she’s asleep and then when we she felt like she convinced us that she’s resting, she’d reach out with her paw and blindly grab something from a plate. sometimes it would take her several tries to actually get something since she was doing everything with eyes closed

anonymous asked:

Can you write a poem?


Is It That Simple?

Why does everyone think,
In order to be a pretty girl you must have
A nice face
A thick body
Pretty eyes
Just beautiful?

Why does everyone think
Tossing the so called “fat” girls aside
Is cool and fun?
Why must I have to worry
About waking up in the morning
And not being pretty?

It sucks you know.
Getting up,
Putting on clothes that you fit,
Yet don’t like,
Taking long ass showers while using a bottle of body soap,
Just to look good?

And even though you look nice,
You still aren’t pretty.
You aren’t what anybody wants.
You aren’t smart enough,
Making a comment is stupid,
Being you is stupid.

So you change yourself more.
Instead you start to wear makeup.
You start to wear tighter clothes
To make you seem thicker.
You want to wash your hair every night
To keep it “silky” and “clean”.

That got you no where.
People still don’t like you.
They even make fun of you more!
They laugh at your clothes
They laugh at your face
They laugh until no avail.

What more is there to change?
Your start to study more,
Get good grades!
You start to pass more classes
And you start to become a teacher pet.
How that made things worse.

Students hate teachers pets!
They hate smart kids!
They don’t like you for your body
Nor your mind
Nor your face
Nor your smarts.

What is there to do now?
You’ve changed so much that nothing worked.
People hate you.
People use you?
What to do?

You give up on your charade.
You get rid of your tight clothes and the ones you hate.
You buy new ones you love
You buy things you like!
You do what want
And stop caring!

You dress up the way you want!
You are the smarts you need!
You are the person you have been searching for!
So what the others dislike you?
You like you,

If you don’t then you start!
You make your own reflection!
You make your own you!
Don’t change that!!
You’re your own perfect!
Nobody can tell you otherwise.

tourett-icallyme  asked:

Hey! Idk if you've posted about it yet, but how do you find the new CoD game? I'm kind of into it lol mostly because I've figured out a rly good loadout that no one else seems to use but that gets me 10+ killstreaks fairly easily. I'm taking advantage of others' ignorance while I can ahaha. (not a huge fan of the zombies though. too complex to figure out on your own, and boring once you know how to do it imo)

Honestly I LOVE its because it is back to basics. No jet packs. No running/jumping off walls. No robots etc. etc. For me games go like this: I have 2 good games for every 3 bad games lol. Some games I totally kill it. Some games I’m “okay” and quite a few games I am getting my ass kicked! I am having a blast playing it regardless!

Originally posted by alpha-beta-gamer

I see two options with what Ken’s doing:

1. It’s a long game, he’s trying to take down Blackwing from the inside or at least get enough power to escape he’s and doing what he has to do to be effective and trusted in the meantime 

2. It’s still a long game but he’s trying to take over Blackwing and use it to do what Riggins was trying to do at the start of season one, observe and protect the Blackwing subjects while they’re out in the world and he’s realized (rightly or wrongly) that the normal civilians with Dirk, the people in the same position he was in, aren’t important in terms of the universe’s holistic plan and are expendable

Shout-out to girls with hijab that doesn’t look like they belong on the street style blogs, shout-out to girls with hijab that are not fashionistas, shout-out to girls with hijab that doesn’t have strong eyeliner game, shout-out to girls with hijab that doesn’t wear any makeup, shout-out to plus sized girls with hijab that feels like no hijab suits your face shape, shout-out to girls with hijab that gets catcalled on the street despite the coverings, shout-out to girls with hijab that have to remove so many pins when they’re shopping for clothes, shout-out to girls with hijab that are having a bad hijab day where everything is wrong and you feel like you just look plain messy, y'all look beautiful today. Thanks.

They actually played this song and it’s forever stuck in my head

i haven’t drawn johnny in a while but i still love him

Give me a story where one of Bruce’s children has a kid (it doesn’t matter who, but Jason would be so sweet as a father) and Bruce is blown away by the fact that he is a grandfather. Where he’s standing there holding this tiny baby in his arms and he’s completely lost for words. He’s never been good with words, but now he can’t even begin to form them.

Because this is something he never expected. Not in a million years did he imagine himself as a grandfather. He had seen his life going down a very specific path when he was young. A very specific, very lonely path. Long term attachments had been outlawed to him by his choice of lifestyle, and children were even more out of the question.

He’d always known what the cape and cowl meant: an end to the Wayne family line. He had no siblings, and no close relatives. No one to continue the historical name, and he’d been ok with it. Or at least he thought he had. So when Dick, then Jason, Cass, Tim, and Damian had come they’d each been a surprise. A happy surprise, a surprise that was to Bruce always fleeting. Especially when he lost them, especially when he got them back. 

So no, he hadn’t expected a grandchild. Not when everyone of his own kids had followed his footsteps. They’d all done it in their own unique way, but Bruce still saw what they did as a road with one outcome. That outcome was never settling down, never finding ‘the one’, and never starting their own family.

Yet. Here he stood, holding, not just the next generation, but the third generation of the Wayne name after his parents. Bright and bubbly, in his arms there was life, and with life hope for the future. Not just the future of his family, but the future in general. Because if a man like him could be so lucky to have made it to becoming a grandfather, then the world was better than he’d thought it was.

bad-mama-jama  asked:

Hi ^^ i was wondering if you could tell me why jhope is being called jay all of a sudden? D: I saw that rap monster changed his name to RM.... so did hobie do the same? (Btw i love your blog ❤❤thanks for sharing those airport pics omg they were lookin hot 🔥🔥🔥)

This ask is about these posts HERE & HERE & HERE

Jay is the name we give Hoseok when he goes to America. In Korea and the rest of the world, he is the Jhope we all know. However, in the U.S he turns into that rude overly sexy man called JAY DOPE

This is JHOPE

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

A ray of sunshine

Originally posted by bangsihyuks

A happy soul smiling and laughing all the time

Originally posted by jaayhope

And most of all, an adorable being that cannot even harm a fly (because he is scared of them …)

Originally posted by chubby-bunny-minseok

NOW This is JAY

He is the bad boy your mom told you to stay away from. 

Originally posted by myjaebutt

As soon as he breathes the US air. His forehead gets revealed and his arms too. He turns into such a stan attractor that …

Originally posted by hobies

Even the members cannot keep their hands away

Originally posted by junghoseok

His moves scream ‘I am taking your innocence away' 

Originally posted by hobichii

His walk yells 'Moooove btch get out the way’. Suga who is used to look the coolest can even lose in that department next to Jay.

Originally posted by syubto

During concerts … even Jimin’s hip thrusts start looking cute next to his. He goes OFFF!

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

When in Korea he tells whoever wears a simple V neck shirt to cover themselves while in America he only wears shorts and his 6 pack 

Originally posted by mrjungkookie

His tongue goes wild for unknown reasons. Maybe it’s the climate?!

Originally posted by bangdulce

His whooooole aura turns into a ladies/men/aliens whatever species killer

Originally posted by hoshikio

And please it’s not the styling or the makeup. His attractiveness in no joke also when he is barefaced with messy wet hair. 

Originally posted by hobies

So yeah! That’s JAY one of the most powerful personas in BTS that scares the hell out of ARMYs.