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high standards saved me again, or did it fuck me over….
On this day in 1953, novelist Shirley Jackson replied to a disappointed reader.
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hey you 🫵 have you washed your water bottle lately? 🫵 it’s getting hot and mold is going to grow 🫵 wash it 🫵
god everything is so dumb now. just fucking larp and botox and twitch and looksmaxxing and microplastics and kick streaming??? and polyester and ai and tech companies and meta glasses and ozempic and 4500 terms for micro trends originating from tiktok and everything is an ad and everything is a subscription service and we own nothing and rent is 4k a month and nobody can own homes and all the food is fake and the animals are full of chemicals and the world is getting hotter and apparently there's nothing we can fucking do about it. everything is so dumb.
cw: 18+ mdni, possessiveness/jealousy, smut
Possessive!Gaz who either, one: ends up dating such a soft and sweet girl or the independent girl who he helps learn to be soft on the inside.
He’s the type of man who will blow up your phone if your location is off till you pick up, and when you decide to pick up he’s still very calm and collected, “My love?”
“Talk to me.”
And you can hear the turn signal on, bad sliding at the car he’s in moves, “I just noticed you turned off your location… are you okay? You at home?”
You bite, “‘M perfect actually, exactly where I’m supposed to be. just minding my business… are you?”
Your boyfriend lets out a laugh you just can hear doesn’t reach his eyes, “You are a funny girl sweetheart, my business is your business though. ‘Nd that includes your location, please joke with someone else, yeah?”
“Sheesh Garrick, you’re no fun.”
“Not about this, ‘m not. Let’s chat when I get home, hm?”
Possessive!Gaz doesn’t like miscommunication, it’s no running off or avoiding conversation for long. He’s always sat next to you, with your hands in his, doesn’t even like the idea of going to bed angry.
How devious can possessive!Gaz be, can be the perfect man in the room, all smiles and jokes, long as he can keep a hand on you, a mere touch, his eyes on you, behind him, beside him, in front of him (preferably). Doesn’t mind faking a smile or two, maybe three, and then drilling his cock into you from the back.
One hand on the curve of your arched back, the other gripping your curls, as you sob his name again, making you fuck yourself again this veiny cock that wast stretching you out. Every slow clap! of your ass smacking against his pelvis while you ease yourself down his length over and over, jaw slack every time you feel his cockhead smooch you’re sticky sweet spot.
“Come on baby,” he lets out a low grunt, curved length pounding i into you that has you mewling so loud your neighbors can hear, taking his time making sure you feel every inch. Hearing every squelch, “Show me how much I belong to you, grippin me so tight.”
Your nails claw at the back of his thighs, bouncing down on his cock hard you feel a snap pull in your stomach, your pussy spasming around his girth.
You head lulls to the side, pushing at his thighs to let up but the man only grinds deep inside you, gloves of your ass pancakes against him, you practically squeal his name “Kyleee.”
“Not gonna be enough with just that lovie, gotta make mess on it.”
He fucks into you rough, arm snacked around your waist now, plucking your hair a little harder, louder moans irrupting from your mouth. His balls smacking against your slippery cunt with every thrust, Kyle lets out a raspy drawl, “Hah- had me- fuck mm- me ‘f all people smilin as they talked to you. Tried t’ get close to you like they- thaaaats it sweet girl- they know you like I do. Was on my best behavior for you wasn’t I?”
Kyle fics your ass a harsh smack that makes you jolt, “[+]?”
“Yes!” You yelp out, almost toppling over till he drags his cock out, till his weeping tip it in, “Need my reward darlin, tell me [+].”
“‘S mine,” you bite your lip to hold in another aggressive moan, hips swiveling down, his hard on massaging your walls just right, “Fuck it’s all mine Kyle, mine!”
You can feel his smirk against your ear, rutting his cock back into you fast, you’re creaming around him, he fucks you through it, till his cock is nuzzled deep inside you, spurts of his cum filling your tummy, “That’s my greedy girl, my gooood girl.”
dating jack means there is an unspoken rule that he always parallel parks for you. it doesn’t even matter what time you come home, because he’s always texting you “Call me when you’re here. I’ll park.😊”
pulling up in front of the house but he’s already in a light jog out the door, wearing his soft camo shorts and black tee, house loafers & backwards baseball cap. motioning for you to come out with his hand, a direct but gentle “get out, baby.” as he opens your door for you.
parallel parks with one hand on the wheel, veiny arm rotating it as the other hooks behind the passenger seat headrest. his jaw clenches and his sun-tanned neck straining as he looks back.
afterwards he hops out, jingling your shiny keychain and leaving a tap on your ass to signal you to head inside. “how was your day, pumpkin?”
bitches be like "i love writing fanfiction" and then constantly second guess themselves because what if they're not good enough what if it's cringe what if no one likes it what if people laugh when they see it what if i mischaracterized someone what if i didn't tag it properly what if what if what if
we wouldn’t have to “bring race into everything” if y’all could: a) let POC breath in peace and b) stop being fucking racist.
i just find it funny how every time a Black person brings up antiblackness y’all get combative
"lock in" is probably one of the most important phrases to enter the public lexicon in the 2020s
