Whatever

I'm 29 year old queer female and this is a place to dump all the junk that goes through my head.

[cod-dump]

Soap sitting next to Ghost. Ghost is sipping tea, and Soap tries to be smooth and do the stretch move and put his arm around Ghost's shoulders. Only Ghost immediately dumps him tea on his lap, startled, and now Soap is dealing with the aftermath of Ghost bitching at him for making him spill his tea (with his crotch soaked). This does not stop him from trying the same thing again.

[weinthepitt]

I have had Pope on the mind so much recently, and I have also been have a shit time at work recently. So I wrote this, on company-branded notebook paper, during work hours. Hope this is coherent? And go easy on me, I've only, like, eight episodes of Animal Kingdom.

WARNINGS: Literally just porn. 18+ MDNI. Period sex???

"You need this?" His question was a low rasp, punctuated by the torturous grind of his crotch against your cunt. Separated only by denim and cotton, you were already half-gone at the friction.

Breathless, you nodded, hands roaming over warm skin, over the valleys and ridges of toned muscle. He was steady and malleable beneath your desperate reaching. Yours.

Immovable reassurance after the shitshow of a say you'd had. Shitshow of a month, really.

"Alright, alright." Husky and quiet, the faintest trace of amusement in his tone. "I know, I know. I got it, I got you."

---

His rough hands held you steady, guiding every rut of your hips as you rode him. Mouth agape, eyes screwed shut, you whimpered and moaned and cried out his name.

There was a tremor of frustration in your movements, like you were chasing, chasing, chasing a feeling. But you couldn't quite get there.

Knees digging into the mattress, you tilted your head back, hands drifting to your tits, toying with your sensitive nipples. Groping and grasping and squeezing.

"Andrew," you sighed, on the verge of tears as you looked down at him. His dark gaze, the tight set of his jaw as he watched you, brows furrowed slightly.

He was trying to get a read on you, trying to figure out what you needed and how to give it to you.

His groin gleamed with your slick, tinted with smears of blood. He didn't care, never had, but seeing it made you roll your eyes. Of course, just another fucking thing.

Without waiting for another frustrated whimper, Pope manoeuvred you until you were beneath him. His elbows sunk into the mattress on either side of your head; he was so close his nose brushed the tip of your own.

He wiped your tears away with the pad of his thumb. "Hey, hey, don't cry. Don't cry."

He kissed the wet smears the tears had left behind, tasting the salt on his tongue as he slid back into you.

As he bottomed out, you made the quietest, weakest sound. A little like relief, and your wide-eyed gaze locked onto his. Pleading and thankful.

"Yeah?" He whispered, pressing his lips to yours. Once, twice. "My baby, hm?"

Nodding, your bottom lip trembled as you reached for him, pulling him down until he was pressed flush against you. It shoved him just that tiny bit deeper.

Your felt yourself gush around him, felt it leak down between your thighs, pooling beneath you.

"Sorry," you mumbled against his lips.

"For what?" Pope frowned, nipping at your jaw.

"The mess."

Pope just shook his head, pulled out a little, then thrusted back in. "Don't worry 'bout it, sweetheart. Doesn't matter."

And when you sniffled, whimpering his name, he just nodded, hushing you with a kiss as he picked up his rhythm.

Thrusting and retreating until you trembled beneath him, clawing at him as though he were an anchor. He lost count of how many times you whispered 'please.'

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ANYWAY!!! Hope you liked this. I'm hoping to get back into writing soon <3

[the-depressed-comedic-relief]

Gandalf during the Hobbit: good god I wish Bilbo was more naturally in tune with his Took side I feel like I have to force it out of him

Gandalf during Lord of the Rings: TOO MUCH TOOK FUCK FUCK FUCK WHAT IS WRONG WITH PIPPIN

[chilewithcarnage]

probably feels good af to latch your jaws onto someone and not let go

[angelonxanax]

I see the evil in you and I don't mind

[liberalsarecool]

Vote for progressives. #DSA #ZohranMamdani

[myrandomstuffpage]

Democrats, are you taking notes? This is how you get shit done.

[only-cat-memes]

[forest-woman]

[laurierrose]

we need to start legally protecting these like make this kind of bathroom part of the national park system

[tarragonthedragon]

in 2026 i am wishing for all of us the energy of bilbo baggins, who was headhunted for an extremely well paid role he had no qualifications or experience for, blagged the interview, and within his first week found a magic ring that does the job for him

[64mpg]

u can just do whatever at any age all of the time nobody cares except teenagers

[64mpg]

teenager will be like ur 40 with a hobby ? 💀 that’s sad <- nobody else thinks this way though they are just going through some stuff

[peachesofteal]

tw kidnapping

Simon has an itch. 

It’s a burn under his skin. 

Like a bug burrowing, tiny legs scuttling across his skull. 

No matter what he does, he can’t shake it. Whiskey doesn’t burn it out. The gym doesn’t sweat it out. Sleeping pills don’t drown it in dreams or nightmares. 

He can’t find a fix. 

Until he does. 

He finds her in the candy aisle, grubby little paws rooting around in a box of gummy worms, pulling plastic packages free with a crinkle and trying to rip them open. Bundled up from head to toe, winter boots, winter hat, even little gloves on strings around her wrists. No parent in sight. 

Odd. 

Where are her parents? 

He waits. He watches. No one appears, and he’s not going to leave a toddler alone in a grocery aisle. 

She doesn’t even notice when he approaches, not until he’s squatting down beside her, tapping her on her shoulder. “What’re you doing?” Her eyes go wide, mouth dropping open, caught with her hand in the cookie jar. 

“Gummies.” She points. 

“Where are your parents?” She shrugs, returns to her pillaging. “What’s your name?” 

“Nori.” She hands him a plastic package, obscenely pink and filled with squishy candy. “Open please.” 

“Are you allowed to have candy?” She nods, peering at him with a frown.  

“Open my candy.” Little dictator.

“Is your mum here? Or dad?” She sighs impatiently, and he has to swallow his laugh. 

“No dad, just mum. Please.” She points at the bag, and he shakes his head. 

“If you show me where your mum is, I’ll open this for you.” She huffs, but then immediately books it, surprising him with how fast her chubby little legs can run.

Once she rounds the aisle, it’s not hard to find you, and she tucks her tiny hand into his. 

“Mum.” She points at the same time you spin around, your face filling with relief, cheeks wet with tears. 

The itch ceases. Complete vanishes. Maybe this is what he needed all along. 

A family of his own. 

You go to your knees in front of him, wrapping your arms around the kid and holding her to your chest, cupping the back of her head. 

“You’re supposed to stay with me, Nori. You c-can’t do that. You can’t walk away from me.” You’re worked up, it’s painfully obvious, wearing it all over your face like a god damn broadcast. 

He only pays attention to it for a moment, before becoming blindingly distracted by your fat arse, hugged by a pair of black leggings, cheeks folded into thighs. If you fell backward, you’d probably bounce. No wonder you have a kid, he muses, you’re perfect for breeding. 

“Found her in the candy aisle, destroying a box of gummies.” You sniffle and shake your head. 

“Nori,” your shoulders slump, tired, exasperated. “You can’t just run off anytime you want something. What if something happened and I wasn’t there?” 

“He was.” She points at Simon and shrugs, the nonchalance pulling his lips into a surprising smile. 

“Thank you again. I swear I let go of her hand for one minute and this is what happens.” 

“It’s no problem.” He gives you another nod and turns away, heading in the opposite direction to pick his basket up and continue his shopping. 

For now. 

It’s easy to spot you in the parking lot. Nori is trotting along beside you and the buggy, holding tight to your hand until you get her situated in her car seat and turn back to your purchases, loading them in the back. 

Wait. 

He loathes having to leave his own car here, but sacrifices have to be made. 

You lock the car before you walk the buggy to the corral, keys fisted in your hand. 

Wait. 

He stands between the vehicles next to your car, hood pulled over his head. The locks unclick, you pull the door open and slide behind the wheel, gripping the handle to pull it shut- 

Just as he grabs the corner of the door. 

“What the fu-“ 

“Slide over.” He rubs your shoulder with just enough pressure, trying to encourage you to listen, instead of fighting. You stare at him, shocked. Confused. Trying to catch up. 

“What the he- heck are you doing?” 

“Don’t make this difficult, sweetheart. Slide over now.” He can see the scream building in your throat, big palm snapping out to cover your mouth, leaning down into your face. “Don’t make it harder for you, or Nori, love.” You’re trembling, but Nori is surprisingly calm, watching with expressive interest. 

“Gummies?” She holds out her hand, eyeing the bag in his pocket, and he smiles. 

“Yeah honey, I got your gummies.” 

“P-please, don’t… don’t hurt us. Please.” Nori’s eyebrows crease, picking up on your distress, and he pats your hip soothingly. He doesn’t want to upset you too much, knowing how hard the adjustment will be for everyone in the coming weeks. Better to start off with cool heads, as calm as you can manage. 

“Everything’s alright baby girl, your mum just needs help driving home is all.” 

“Yep.” You glance at her in the rear-view mirror with a shaky smile as he nods encouragingly. Last resort is flashing the gun, but it’s not how he wants to start off with his wife and baby. As you scooch, he slides in after, pulling the door shut firmly and moving the driver’s seat back to accommodate his legs. 

“Phone.” He gestures to the device cutting into your hand, the one you’re trying to trigger an SOS with, and when you don’t relinquish it immediately, he snags it from between your fingers with a sigh, handing you his instead. “Put your address in.” 

“I… you c-can’t…“ He palms the back of your neck. 

“Everything is going to be okay,” he murmurs, his thumb moving in circles against your skin, “it’s alright. Just put the address in, we’ll talk about everything once we get home.” 

“Once we get home?” The engine turns over, and he peeks over the seat at Nori. 

“What do you think about chicken nuggets for dinner?” She squeals, kicks her feet. 

“Yeah! Nuggets!” You close your eyes. 

“Sound good, mum?” You stare straight ahead, shell shocked, voice barely a whisper as you nod. 

“Sounds good.” 

[kyla12256]

Happy Pride Month!

What flag did you get after you hearted?

Rainbow/Pride

Gay

Lesbian

Bisexual

Pansexual

Trans

Intersex

Nonbinary

Asexual

Aromatic

( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡° )

Remaining time: 6 days 1 hour

I am a straight ally, but to everyone who is part of the LGBTQIA+ then HAPPY PRIDE MONTH! I support you all! Be safe and have fun! Bye!

[mintmatcha]

need to be fucked so hard i factory reset

[pollen]

happy Barely Keeping It Together Wednesday to all who celebrate

[only-cat-memes]

[hatsbuckets]

soap falling asleep on the rec room couch in a little pile with the 141. And when the Scot is safe and warm, he becomes Immovable Object™ ✨

This means that the other lads have to disentangle themselves from his sleeping form. No one minds. They're glad to see him sleep.

But this disentangle also means that have to be careful and sneaky. Because as soon as the snoozing rock senses movement, his hands grip the nearest thing to him like a baby monkey on its mother's back.

Kyle is typically the victim of his grip. Nevertheless content to stay with Johnny until he wakes.

And sometimes, when they're all freed from tangle, no one wants to leave him there. So Ghost, the only one who can manage it, maneuvers Johnny into his hold.

Johnny goes willingly, so trusting into those arms. Hooks his legs around Ghost's waist just enough to make the trip easier.

Ghost lays him in bed and brushes his mohawk back. Smiles to himself about how ridiculous this man is. Then closes the door gently.

[nostalgic-teddyy]

Imagine the level of whimsy I could reach if I just had $5M in my bank account rn