well this afternoon

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no.6 + favorite pairing : nezumi and shion

↳’‘Don’t be kind to me. Don’t apologize. I wouldn’t have minded if you blamed me, hurt me, accused me of any crime. If you didn’t, I would keep taking advantage of it. I would lean on this reality you speak of, and I would keep excusing myself to no end.’’

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“And apparently he’s like this because someone [pointed glare at Nina] left her brother with Velouria for an afternoon and she taught him to eat gARBAGE”

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Don't piss out somebody who knows how to 'net send'

Hi. Sharing up my story, which goes back to glory days of 2001/2002, when I worked on a company that had some grumpy people. Specially one, that wasn’t that tech savvy. I was working in IT department, and in those days, all people worked on Windows 2000/NT.

Long story short, one grumpy person started to piss me off, so I plan my petty revenge. In case you don’t know, on Windows NT, you can open up the console (cmd.exe) and write a net send command.

Basically, you write a command like:

net send USER “Hello”

And a popup window would show up on that user’s PC, in front of whatever application he/she was working.

Well, that afternoon, I sent to grumpy messages similar to “KERNEL32.DLL EXCEPTION. RESTART YOUR PC NOW”

It was nice to hear that person, next day at lunch, complaining that he/she didn’t manage to do any work because the computer was acting crazy, and that he/she had to do extra work to catch on.

Husband thought I was alone

Im not sure if any remember one of my earlier stores on how i got started with Teddy.  It was husband and I fantasizing about 3 some with teddy.   We would play a lot like that, not as mush anymore since i been getting he real deal.  Well Tuesday night  we had one of those play times with husband me and a dildo.  First let me say after getting teddy in my mouth or my pussy its very disappointing when hubby fucks me now or when i give him a blowjob he cums but nothing let teddy.  After Husband went to bed i texted teddy and told him about it and that I was still horny.  He told me to go downstairs and he was going to call me.  We got me off so good even better then with husbands cock and that was with his voice and my fingers.  Well the next afternoon Teddy stops by and tells me we are going to have some fun.  He tells me to call hubby and tell him that i was so horny from last night and was still think about it.  I told hubby i was on the sofa and I had my favorite dildo ready. As I’m talking to hubby i tell him imagine if Teddy stopped by when I was alone.  i proceed to tell husband.  it would be so great if he came over and I told him to take off my clothes as i told hubby that Teddy started to undress me.  Once i was naked i said to husband i imagine you licking my pussy while teddy comes behind me and starts kissing me and playing with me tits.  Teddy immediately starts kissing me and grabbing my tits.  Teddy then drops his pants and Im telling hubby that teddy cock is so hard  as he watching you eat me.  I say to husband what would you want  me to do with teddy cock, and he say i guess you should suck it, I drop to me knees and take teddy hard cock in my mouth  tell hubby can you hear me sucking the dildo as i suck on teddy cock.  after  few minutes i put he phone on speaker and tell hubby i want to suck his cock while teddy fucks me, he tells me how wild i as and i tell him the dildo is making me so horny. Teddy stands me up and bend me over the are of the sofa.  he started rubbing is cock on my pussy and i tell hubby that Im going to use the dildo to fuck me.  As i say that teddy shove his cocks into my wet pussy. he keep s fucking me hard as Im taking to hubby.  I tell hubby i want you to cum all over my tits but where should teddy cum?  and he says he fucking you so in your pussy.  I tell hubby to say it to teddy and “Tiny” say Teddy cum in my wife as i cum on her tits.  as he say that teddy starts fucking me harder.  Im close to cuming so I ask hubby to tell teddy to cum at the same time.  As he is saying that started to cum on teddy cock as he was ready to shoot, I’m cuming and  i  scream out yes teddy fuck my pussy i want to feel your cum and scream teddy name again as he cums inside my pussy.  after a minute hubby is still on the phone and tells me i am the best and he loves to hear me cum on the phone while he is at work.  I tell him good by and hangup the phone and go back to sucking and clean teddy cock.  When i walk teddy to the door  he calls me his horny little bitch and said that was great.  He kissed me good bye and i could still feel all his cum running down my legs.  Then i realized what time it was and ran into the shower before my kids got home from school.

I tagged on that Much Ado quote, where Beatrice says she’d rather hear her dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves her: #so does this mean that Beatrice HAS a dog? #or is it a hypothetical dog? #production of much ado where everything is the same except each character is accompanied by a dog #Beatrice’s is small and smart and climbs up to steal stuff off the table #Benedick’s is big and drooly and smarter than it acts and steals stuff off the table without climbing #Hero’s is fluffy and affectionate #Claudio’s is wrinkly and affectionate and starts howling whenever Claudio is being a dick #Don John’s spends the whole play looking into the camera like on The Office #like #can you believe this guy going to so much trouble to ruin people’s lives when he’s got money and power and an awesome dog

ALL Shakespeare plays like this. Everyone accompanied by a suitable dog. But I do want to specify that the dogs never die when the characters do, they just howl and/or mope. Horatio at the end of Hamlet surrounded by sad dogs he will have to take home and they can all heal together.

I feel like Hamlet’s dog would be a big howler in general. What are other characters’ dogs like?

The dogs don’t have to have romances with the human romances, they can just be doggy buddies and knock over the trash together.

WAIT. The fairies in Midsummer Night’s Dream. The fairies have CATS. Or maybe ferrets? No, cats. No, parrots. I don’t know.

So cons of yesterday, I had a dysphoria-induced meltdown at work which was a first– but on the plus side I got the fuck through it so like hey go me

whatismodernart  asked:

125 boo boo

BRO BRO BRO I GOT YOU! WHOOO! Here’s #125:  “Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?”


It was his idea to do this, a pack vacation. The destination had been a beach house Derek so kindly rented for them, which was about a six hour drive from Beacon Hills. That being said Scott took forever to get a hold of and by then it was well into the afternoon hours, so they left pretty late.

By the time night fell over them they were more or less halfway there, and none of them felt like driving into the night. So they found a motel on the cheaper side and everyone paired up to get rooms. By the time people had paired it left Stiles and Derek in a pair…which wasn’t terrible but not preferable.

They were also the last to check in, which left them with a single bed bedroom.

Just fucking great.

“I can sleep on the floor?” Derek offered, setting his duffel on the table.

“No, I think we can both fit on the bed. I don’t mind,” Stiles shrugged, and kept his cool on the outside while internally he might be flipping the fuck out. Sharing a bed with Derek Hale was high on the “things-Stiles-wants-but-probably-will-never-get” list. He grabbed his pajamas from his bag and moved to the bathroom, shedding of his old clothes in favor of promptly getting comfy and getting into bed.

He drove one of the cars and by doing so ended up being super tired.

Once his teeth were brushed and he was changed he exited the bathroom. Back in the room Derek was in socks -oh gross, he slept with socks on?- and grey sweatpants, nothing else. Stiles swore his mouth dried on sight, but whose wouldn’t? Derek’s chiseled torso was something of Gods, gifted so weak people like him could get inappropriate boners.

Derek brushed passed him to the bathroom, locking himself in without a word.

Stiles yawned, limbs stretched out once he fell into bed. He threw the motel pillow out from under his head and replaced it with his own. Before he got too tired he checked his phone, sending his dad a text to let him know what’s going on before shutting it off along with the light on his side.

Derek walked back in then, collapsing face first on the bed, making both of them bounce for a moment before settling.

“Dramatic much?”

“I was stuck in a car with Jackson, Scott, Allison, and Isaac. Let me have my moment,” Derek growled.

“Alright Grumpywolf, alright,” Stiles sighed and turned over on his side facing away from Derek to give him some space. There was some slight ruffling of covers before the other light was turned off, submerging them in darkness.

For a while Stiles was stuck in the brink of sleep, teetering on the edge of falling into unconsciousness. However every time he thought he was gone Derek just kept fucking moving. Every so often Derek would roll around, pull the covers, or do something that wasn’t sleeping. Then on the rare occasion over the last hour Derek would make some tiny noise (which Stiles barely caught with his shit hearing) that was borderline pornographic.

It was eleven thirty, his dick shouldn’t be this hard.

When Derek made another noise and shuffled again Stiles snapped.

“Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?” Stiles yelled, freezing when he craned his neck to look at Derek. The window’s light  allowed Stiles to see the sheen of sweat beading on Derek’s forehead and his eyes that were blue rather than their natural color.

He was still on his stomach, hands white knuckling his pillow, hips fucking grinding on the mattress. Maybe Stiles was asleep and maybe this was a very very good dream. Derek looked up at him through his lashes, it had Stiles’ stomach in wonderful knots.

“You know there’s a better thing for you to be grinding on right now?” Stiles asked suggestively.

Derek growled lowly, his hands gripping Stiles’ sides before shoving him back until his back was flush with Derek’s chest. The heat of Derek’s skin had Stiles shivering and arching back into it, head thrown back with his neck exposed. The beta attacked his neck, his stubble lined mouth dragging all over his sensitive skin.

Stiles moaned as their bodies worked together, nearly screaming when Derek’s hand was suddenly groping him through his pajamas but didn’t actually take any action to take off the offending material between them.

“You suck,” Stiles whined.

“I can if you want me too,” Derek said into the shell of his ear.

The next morning the whole pack was not happy, saying they got no sleep. Stiles shrugged and leaned onto Derek’s side claiming they slept like babies. Then again who wouldn’t sleep like a baby after being fucked into heaven by the world’s hottest werewolf?


ASK ME TO DO ONE FOR THE DRABBLE CHALLENGE!

So this was meant to be a purely self indulgent fluffy drabble for No Shame November, but it sort of took on a slightly more serious tone. (But there IS still fluff! Don’t worry!) I’ve been playing with the headcanon that Q suffers from major depression and anxiety and have been meaning to write something for a while now. Given the state of mind I’ve been in myself for the past few days I thought it a good opportunity to express the struggle.

I’m way too tired to come up with a title right now, but when I do I’ll be posting this on AO3 as well. Enjoy!

It was mid afternoon and Q was lying in bed, a familiar heaviness in his chest having sapped him of all energy and motivation. He’d gotten up that morning to have breakfast with James before he left for his debrief. Everything was fine; James groused about having to go in and Q chided him to just bloody get it over with so they could go on about their weekend. James said something cheeky and pulled him in for a kiss, then he was out the door. It was just after he’d left that the heaviness set in, like it had been lurking in the shadows, waiting until he was alone. He took a shower and slipped into a clean pair of pajamas before deciding to return to his bed where it was warm and quiet and the sheets still smelled like James. He’d been disinclined to move ever since.

The cats, it seemed, had disappeared to some other part of the house, likely seeking some sun warmed spot to nap, leaving Q alone in his room, stretched across the bed. He was grateful that it was Saturday. He didn’t have the energy to so much as get up and look for the cats, let alone go into the office and put forth that air of put-together-ness he always did when he wasn’t at his best. Still, he hated feeling like this. No matter how many good days he had the bad days always outweighed them, making him feel like a failure. And James still didn’t know.

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[DRABBLE] Boyfriend!Jeonghan (G)

Requested by: @jeonghanlife
Prompt: Jeonghan Christmas winter scenario
Word Count: 1,908
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None!

A/N: WHOO IM ON A ROLL WITH THESE REQUESTS (I can only hope that my drive doesn’t crash and burn anytime soon) Okay, I know Christmas is WAY over, so I changed the request a little (I am so sorry ;;). But I still hope that this drabble manages to encapsulate the same magical feeling. I’m really new to this whole winter stuff *glares at the temperature which peaked at literally 34 degrees Celcius today wowilovesingapore* 

Please enjoy it ^^

wooed<3

Originally posted by jihanlife

*highpitchedscreeching* BYEOBEETCHINAERINDA SHYAALAALALAALALLAALLAAAAAA cough sorry ok on with the story



You find yourself stirring awake after lingering in the abyss of sleep, and your eyes flutter open to unfamiliar surroundings. This isn’t your room, is it?

But a low rumble of a snore reminds you that you’re in Jeonghan’s apartment, cozily tucked in his bed despite the day being well into the afternoon. When the temperature had dropped to the negatives on the day you were planning to go sightseeing, and with your body not being very accustomed to cold weather having lived in the tropical regions of Australia for most of your life, Jeonghan was more than happy to call it quits. As a result, his more-than-happy declaration of “Today will be a lazy day” was what you went with eventually.

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