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Another JSB headcanon. Some nights after a long day of messing around townthe duo turns on the TV and "unwinds". Mostly this consists of Jay sitting on the floor in front of the couch while Silent bob sits down on the couch and brushes his hair. I feel like Jay doesn't really brush his hair all that much, and wearing a beanie most of the time doesn't help with that. And this sort of connects to another headcanon I have that Silent bob's mom was at one point a hairdresser(mostly just cause we've never heard what his mom does). So Bob's pretty good with hair, his included. Anyways, Jay will just sit between his mates legs and actually be quiet for once.

Thanks for coming to my Ted talk and if this isn't the best it's because I'm sick rn. :b

Please go and sign the petition, it makes me so sick. Just reading some of this, I can't imagine what else goes on at that horrible website.

Earlier today I stumbled upon a website called Rapey.co. This website is one of (many) forum websites which focuses on REAL people normalizing pedophilia, rape, incest and even murder. They share VERY disturbing stories about children (sometimes even their own) and the fantasies or plans they wish to carry out which involve the rape and murder of women and children. Some of these are accounts asking for advice as to how to rape, how to murder, how to seduce children. If you take a look at my friends Facebook post ( https://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=1471682506554480&id=100011382334335 ) or at the horrific website itself (trigger warning) there are many disturbing screenshots and posts to read from. You can see it is not hidden, it is in plain sight. This is not found on the dark or deep web.. it is accessible through ANY BROWSER. Imagine being so confident and comfortable with such evil and horrific crimes that you are able to open up an entire website about it? This is because even THEY know nothing is going to be done about it, so there is no need to hide it.

I am ashamed to live in a society where things like this can so easily be posted and encouraged on the internet and the amount of people who witness it and do nothing about it. We live in a society that is trying to justify and normalize rape and pedophilia, and this is UNACCEPTABLE.

The children talked about by adults in these forums are at great danger. One man said he is trying to seduce his own daughter, and if that doesn't work he'd force himself on to her. Although it's extremely disturbing and triggering to read, IT NEEDS TO COME TO LIGHT, SO IT CAN COME TO AN END. (This was copy and pasted from a friends server, next announcement I'm linking the petition to get rid of it)

http://chng.it/NyNDdBQsjV please sign. This website is literally fucking disgusting

You all better fucking reblog this shit, my inbox should be full of reblogs

@nac-nic @comic-nerd-dc @baeilish @batsydweeb @incorrectbatfam @odd-blue @psychovigilantewrites

Please go and sign the petition, it makes me so sick. Just reading some of this, I can't imagine what else goes on at that horrible website.

Earlier today I stumbled upon a website called Rapey.co. This website is one of (many) forum websites which focuses on REAL people normalizing pedophilia, rape, incest and even murder. They share VERY disturbing stories about children (sometimes even their own) and the fantasies or plans they wish to carry out which involve the rape and murder of women and children. Some of these are accounts asking for advice as to how to rape, how to murder, how to seduce children. If you take a look at my friends Facebook post ( https://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=1471682506554480&id=100011382334335 ) or at the horrific website itself (trigger warning) there are many disturbing screenshots and posts to read from. You can see it is not hidden, it is in plain sight. This is not found on the dark or deep web.. it is accessible through ANY BROWSER. Imagine being so confident and comfortable with such evil and horrific crimes that you are able to open up an entire website about it? This is because even THEY know nothing is going to be done about it, so there is no need to hide it.

I am ashamed to live in a society where things like this can so easily be posted and encouraged on the internet and the amount of people who witness it and do nothing about it. We live in a society that is trying to justify and normalize rape and pedophilia, and this is UNACCEPTABLE.

The children talked about by adults in these forums are at great danger. One man said he is trying to seduce his own daughter, and if that doesn't work he'd force himself on to her. Although it's extremely disturbing and triggering to read, IT NEEDS TO COME TO LIGHT, SO IT CAN COME TO AN END. (This was copy and pasted from a friends server, next announcement I'm linking the petition to get rid of it)

http://chng.it/NyNDdBQsjV please sign. This website is literally fucking disgusting

You all better fucking reblog this shit, my inbox should be full of reblogs

@nac-nic @comic-nerd-dc @baeilish @batsydweeb @incorrectbatfam @odd-blue @psychovigilantewrites

Wow my girlfriend did not come to play🤩

SM, DO YOU THINK YOURE FUNNY??? CUS IM NOT LAUGHING.

Me after BTS's performance at the BBMAs: "I'm so sick of this CAMERAWORK!!"

who wakes up like this? apparently he does.

Taehyun out here in Paris giving gorgeous mysterious exchange student who dresses well and is super polite and everybody wants him

Still going to see Barbie even though I’m sick

Nothing will stop me

tags: GN reader, NSFT, established relationship, implied d/s dynamics, choking, dominant (switch) gojo satoru, submissive reader, descriptions of dom space, use of safe word (dom), aftercare

Authority is a feeling that some might find easy to get lost in. There was something dangerously addictive about holding the reins, a beast named pride rearing in his chest whenever you allowed him complete control with that sweet, pleading expression on your face. You needed him, this, and he needed it too – the outlet of adrenaline, the reassurance that he was yours, that he was the only one who could give this to you. He always found these moments with you deeply profound, so much so that there was no longer an ‘I’ and only a ‘we’.

He’s barely cognisant of the room, of himself. You arch against him desperately, fingers curling into his biceps as if to tether yourself, and in turn him. He fucks into you deeper, slow purposeful strokes, your body clinging to him with every drag of his cock. Swells of tears line your eyes, pupils blown and wordlessly begging, chin tilted upwards to accommodate the curve of his hand around your throat.

He should’ve known better, he thinks. The signs were all there from the beginning of the scene, the small flicker of anxiety that slowly grew into an ember, the distinct itch of doubt tucked in the back of his mind. But it all falls away so quickly with you, naturally feeling himself settle into his role, all of his senses fine tuned and drawn to your responses. He sees everything; the subtle shifts in facial expression, the surface reactions on your skin, the telltale hitch of your breathing. It would be difficult to explain it in any way other than primal, intentionally aware and all encompassing.

“Look at you,” he murmurs with fondness, “so good for me. You’d let me fuck you anytime, anywhere, wouldn’t you?”

The corners of your lips pull into a blissful grin and with a nod, the tears spill over, following the curve of your cheeks. You’re crying. He trusts you. You’re rocking back against his thrusts, obscenely wet and warm where you’re wrapped around him, carotid arteries thrumming under his fingers. You moan, a pathetic and wounded little sound of pleasure, calling out his name with your brows pinched in concentration.

You feel good, logically he knows that. He trusts you. He trusts himself. He has done this with you many times before. But the itch starts once again at the rasp in your voice, the bob of your throat exaggerated against his palm as you try to swallow, the light reflecting softly off your damp skin.

He breathes, steadies himself and slightly loosens his grip around your neck. “Still ok, baby?”

You inhale, eyes fluttering as the blood rushes through your head, one hand departing his shoulder with crescent moons pressed pink into his skin and encircling his wrist. “Yes,” you gently apply force to his forearm, encouraging him to choke you with more pressure, “m’okay, Satoru. I can… you can do it a little harder—”

Your esophagus contracts, thighs flexing either side of his hips. There is a twist in his belly that feels less anticipation and more like weightless, untethered panic. The awareness of his own strength. It’s akin to the feeling of stepping onto black ice, unexpected and instantaneous, accompanied by the irrational thought of I’m hurting you and how could I let myself—

“Red,” he mutters with eyes falling shut, loose bangs irritating his lashes as he quietly repeats himself again, this time with regret. You reach to cradle his face between your hands, thumbs gently drawing along the line of his cheekbones, your quiet reassurances barely audible over the pitched whistle in his ears.

I’ve got you, Satoru. I’m here. I’m alright.

The drop begins to slow and the dread deescalates, guilt and revulsion left in its wake, and amidst the throes of anxiety he feared you’d be disappointed in him. He smiles weakly, looking inward for some semblance of bravado to placate your concern, turning into your palm and pressing a kiss to the heart crease.

“Back with me?” He nods tentatively, exhaling harshly through the detangling in his chest, “do you want to talk about what happened?”

“The choking was too much for me today,” he replies eventually, sinking his weight forward as you guide his head to lie atop your chest, “I thought it would be fine, it usually is. Sorry, baby. I wanted to make you feel good”.

“Hey. I did feel good, you always make me feel good,” he feels it as he softens inside of you, exhaustion blanketing him, the light praise embracing him. Your fingers thread against his hair, nails lightly tracing shapes into his scalp, your loving touch something like aloe to a burn, “thank you for taking care of me. You didn’t hurt me”.

“You too,” he tilts his chin, pressing a kiss to the underside of your jaw, right where his thumb had sat, “you did nothing wrong”.

“Then we’re all okay,” is your warm reply, “do you want to shower together?”

You are a soft pillow of warmth beneath him as he hums tiredly, almost like a purr, relishing in your breath of laughter.

“Okay,” he assents, “only if you promise to wash my hair”.

I keep seeing posts with people talking super positively about the Belmonts and whatever and getting excited to rant about character designs and stories and Simon in particular, but then I scroll down and see the tags and am reminded against my will that Nocturne exists and that’s what they’re talking about.

me for the last 4 days

literally on repeat

Where are the Sawyers parents?

This question has not left my brain after I was creating some of the Sawyers for my Tomodia life and was looking up their ages. Now I know it’s a Texas cannibalism family so I don’t expect them to be the greatest parents but it confuses me, why they would have Drayton(the cook) wait like 40-ish years and have other 3 kids (they probably won’t think they have twins) and we never see them in the movies? We grandma and grandpa look after them but where the parents???? Do they fuck off and leave they kids with the grandparents???? Are they dead?? Sorry if this is worded horrible I’m sick with covid and have been bedridden

I just need to ask how tf do half of you survive driving obscenely long hours to get to places

Like honestly I've been in this car for half an hour and I'm already horribly motion sick. I'm currently burying the urge to violently throw up everywhere

You wouldn’t understand

ode to a failed partnership

"The rain! You love the rain!... right?"

"Not anymore."

Crying sobbing screaming throwing up

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