im too scared to put my name here

i’m sorry i swore, jesus forgive me

[jackafz]

everyone around me: *gets things done w their life and is making money*

me: 

[gitananocturna]

Me

[horrcrhoe-blog]

sold to him ❥ post malone

CHAPTER SIX

a/n: father forgive me for i have sinned

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it has been a few days since the concert, since my druggie mother sold me to post malone. sometimes i wonder how much post payed for me. how much do i cost? how does someone put a price on a person?

on the second day when i woke up, we were both still laying in the same position, we didn’t move a muscle all night. his hand was still groping my breast, and it felt... well... it felt good, but i haven’t let him as close since. it’s weird. he’s my idol, and i’ve always dreamt of being with him, so i truly don’t know why i’m not jumping into this head first.

post was halfway through his tour when my mom sold me to him, so all we have been really doing is traveling and doing concerts. i never thought that i’d get bored of post malone concerts, but i have. i now sit at the small dinner table in the tour bus, staring at my food with my arms crossed over my chest. i don’t feel like eating.

post sits down across from me “y/n, you have to eat, it’s not healthy” he says, but i don’t react in anyway. what he doesn’t know is that when i was 12 i stopped eating for months and had to be taken to the hospital, i got better, but something has never been the same with me since. not eating for two days is a lot more healthy than not eating for months. “i’ll be fine” i say simply, pushing my plate to the center of the table.

he just nodded and gave up on the topic. shows how much he actually cares. he runs his fingers through his curly hair “i go on stage in a few minutes, will you be waiting backstage for me after the show?” he asks and i just shrug, turning my head away from him.

i heard a soft sigh leave him before his manager came in to tell him that it was time for him to go. he sat for a moment longer, his eyes on me, before standing up and leaving the bus. i get up and moment later and go to the bed room, laying on the bed while listening to the distant sound of the concert going on. at one point i drifted off, only to be woken up by the manager, telling me the show was almost over and that i should go backstage.

i slowly got up and made my way backstage, bu the time i got there the concert was over and post was off stage. i look around backstage, trying to see in the dim lighting. i walk halfway across the back of the stage before i stop.

“what the fuck?!” i call out.

post’s eyes snap up to look at me, and the girl he was just talking to quickly darts away from him. “y/n...” he starts to speak but i quickly turn away, tears stinging my eyes. i quickly run back to the bus, throwing open the door and quickly making my way back to the bedroom.

a moment later post walks into the room. “y/n, it’s not what you think-“

“oh really?!” i cut him off as i stand to face him, tears now rolling down my cheeks. “first you buy me as your toy and then you treat me like this?! you’re already cheating on me! i don’t deserve this, i didn’t want any of this” by now i can hardly see him through my tears. i’m starting to get that same feeling that i felt when i was 12..

“baby, i would never do that to you” he says as he cups my face in his hands and gently wipes my tears away. “you’re my princess” he says softly and i look up at him. this is the closest he’s gotten to me since the first night.

he gently leans down and kisses my lips softly for a moment, probably waiting for me to pull away, but i don’t. the kiss soon turns to passion and post reaches behind him to close and lock the door before pushing me down on the bed and climbing on top of me. the first thing to come off is my shirt, and of course of all days today is the day i don’t wear a bra.

his eyes gaze over my body while he licks his lips before he started attacking my neck with his lips, making his way down my collar bone to my breasts. i bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning out

“i wanna hear you, y/n” post says sternly “b-but there are people-“ he cuts me off “i don’t care” he says as he takes off his shirt and starts tugging my pants down, somehow taking my underwear off with them.

he separates my legs and leans his head down “so pretty” he says, and i can feel his warmth breath on my lady parts, making me shiver. then he starts eating me out and i can’t help but moan out loud, gripping the bed sheets while doing so.

after a moment or two he lifts his head and takes his pants off. he then sticks his thingy in my you-know-what and it hurts really bad at first. he’s huge!

“you’re doing great, baby” he coos in my ear and as my body becomes less tense he starts going faster, seeming to only get more turned on when i moan. he starts grunting and right as my body starts shaking i feel a warmth flow inside me. oh my god he just creamed in me!!

he pulls out and lays beside me, both of us trying to catch our breath. i curl up beside him and close my eyes, his fingers running through my hair. “you’re mine, y/n. only mine” he whispers to me right as i fall asleep.

[anti-sjw-rosequartz-deactivated]

If you scratch my cat in the right spot, he’ll flick his tongue out and lick whatever is close by

[pancakereport-deactivated201904]

Date someone who will let you fall asleep in their car, drive the whole time, be okay with it, and avoid the holes so you sleep fine.

[gahdamnpunk]

Her tuition so damn high she can wear whatever tf she wants

[smallswingshoes]

Spite goals

[lyinginbedmon]

Her name is Letitia Chai, she is Korean, and her presentation was “Acting in Public: Performance in Everyday Life”.

Her demonstration drew two dozen supporters. She was wearing a modest shirt and some cut-off shorts (which we can’t see in the images here because they’re mostly hidden by her laptop, exacerbating the need for retort against her professor’s disagreement with them). When her professor also asked what Chai’s mother would think of her attire, she informed him that she’s a gender and sexuality professor.

[verminviscount]

Letitia Chai: Chaotic good

[flatsound]

i wanna feel how dogs feel when you let them go in a big field 

[blogywicthtime676]

[resonance-of-libra]

That straight up is exactly what I expected corvid art to look like tbh.

[heretic-madlad]

This is the most goth shit I’ve ever seen

[the-porcelain-empress-deactivat]

White couples that adopt non-white kids

[draumbouy-deactivated20150111]

If you’re getting mad at someone for adopting a parentless child and bringing that child into a loving home because their skin color doesn’t match then you need to take a good hard look at your priorities, evaluate your life, and ask yourself how you sunk this fucking low.

[michaelblume]

*opens pill botttle*

*opens water bottle*

*pours some water out into my hand*

“Wait. No, that’s…no.”

[moveslikekeithrichards]

acorns and mushrooms i think are the most important life forms on this bitch of an earth be cause they got little hats send tweet

[moveslikekeithrichards]

i see an acorn & im like thats baby. i see a mush room & im like Thats god

[weavemama]

BY A WHAT

[artistil]

THATS ALL THE BIG SCARIES IN ONE BUG TFFF JU

[1petulantpanda]

Give it a dime, apparently.

[1petulantpanda]

Had to go research this thing, and the answer to what to do if it stings you is scream.

from Wikipedia-

“One researcher described the pain as “…immediate, excruciating, unrelenting pain that simply shuts down one’s ability to do anything, except scream. Mental discipline simply does not work in these situations. In terms of scale, the wasp’s sting is rated near the top of the Schmidt sting pain index, second only to that of the bullet ant, and is described by Schmidt as “blinding, fierce [and] shockingly electric”.“

[momma-crow]

Soooooo…dissociate to escape or?

[theyoungestwhateleydaughter-dea]

It’s laying eggs in you.

[prokopetz]

Let’s back up a second and fully appreciate that description.

The Schmidt sting pain index, a widely used classification system for the bites and stings of ants, bees and wasps, is literally the personal ranking system of a guy named Justin Schmidt, who goes around letting bugs sting him for science. Like, that’s this Thing as a scientist.

In one entry, he describes the sting of the common bee as “almost pleasant, [like] a lover just bit your earlobe a little too hard.”

In another, the sting of the yellowjacket is described as “hot and smoky, almost irreverent. Imagine W. C. Fields extinguishing a cigar on your tongue.“

So when the Schmidt sting pain index characterises the sting of the tarantula hawk as “blinding, fierce [and] shockingly electric”, well, now you know what your standard for comparison is!

[moonsofavalon]

this is fascinating but when do we kinkshame Justin Schmidt

[surprisebitch]

Justin Schmidt is the epitome of masochism

[cthulhu-girl-blog-deactivated20]

I had a sudden realization

Does it strike anyone else as odd that some people won’t eat or wear dead animals, but they have no problem putting them in their cars as fuel? Dinosaurs were animals too.

[darthfeyder]

I found it. The furthest reach ever made. 

[wildmermaids]

😂😂😂

[foulserpent]

[isnt]

“When a group of people laugh together, each person instinctively glances at the person within the group they feel most connected with. Want to know who is secretly sleeping together, or who is on the top or bottom of the social hierarchy? Check out where everyone glances next time something hilarious happens.”

— 40 Sneaky psychological tricks that will always give you the upper hand (x)

[halsteadss]

clarke + running into bellamy’s arms 

⤷ requested by alyssa

[reshipped]

*having sex with bae and he wants you to take control*

him: "tell me what to do"

me: "never leave me"

[isnt]

“Don’t say maybe if you want to say no”

— Paulo Coelho (via glassbonespaperskin)