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So, I realize that I don't put out new stories super frequently.... though I'm thinking of a new possible one now.... so I thought I'd put a post here at the top with the tag for my stories so y’all don't have to scroll through all the random to find them if you don't want to.
Can we talk about how The Hu should totally make music for video games - they'd be perfect for any boss battle. And I desperately want them to create a song using the first few notes of the new blood moon music in Tears of the Kingdom.
Today's Adventure is that I, after an unintentional 13-hour power nap,
Got woken up at 6AM by a phone call from a friend stranded in Montana because of the heat wave and almost no cell service because of their crap provider.
OhSoThat'sHowIt'sGonnaBe.jpg
Ok.
I somehow summon a week's worth of spoons and in less than 30 minutes and 5 phone calls, get them
A hotel
An appointment with a mechanic from 2 states away
A perscription refilled from 2 states away
and A Pizza
Go me.
But then it's 8AM and there are unscheduled live humans at the door and while EVERGENCY MODE is still on, I have already blown through a ton of spoons, and also probably shouldn't meet whoever it is wearing just a pair of bootyshorts that say "CRYPTID" in Gothic Font on my ass.
So I greet them in those shorts and a T-shirt that I manage to put on both inside out and backwards
#nailedit
It is, Fortunately, not the mormons.
it is, Unfortunately, two UPS guys trying to deliver my other in-house friend's new phone except the new guy doesn't know how to operate the "sign for package" device, and the old guy that's supposed to be mentoring him is like, 92, deaf as a post, and doesn't actually know how to operate the device either.
by the way
it is already
over 100 out
it takes almost 30 minutes to sign for the phone
when i get back inside, i discover that apparently the Corgi has learned how to open his kennel from the inside because he is now out of the kennel and waiting for me to come in.
he also has cat litter all over his face because while he was waiting for me he also learned how to open the baby gate to the cat's room and help himself to a cat shit breakfast.
He'll be fine
He's a cattle dog, they're legally required to have at least 1 really disgusting snack they love.
but
more to the point
i have no idea at what point he learned to open his kennel from the inside
has he been staying there out of politeness this whole time??
And
I got other shit to do today.
namely.
I'm seeing a realator
The Devils most pathetic yet effective demons
I get a reminder text that I have an appointment with her
at least
I think that's what it is because what she sends me is: "🏡⏰12:00 ❔"
With the time typed in the middle like that.
She is, according to her profile, at least 80.
so I reply "😎👍"
and then she sends me a string of GODDAMN POST-MODERN EMOJI HEIROGLYPHICS THAT TAKE UP MY ENTIRE SCREEN.
She's on an iPhone so half of them don't even translate across platforms
It takes me half an hour and three different software programs and goddamn wingdings to translate, but she has sent me the address and rules about masking and not wearing shoes inside.
in emoji
instead of like
literally any other format
I am
FASCINATED
and simply must meet the woman so if I don't come back to update I got stolen by the fairies but I'm taking the Corgi with me as protection so I'll see y'all later.
Update:
It's not fairies
It's Doris.
might be about to get a sewing machine and/or start an ACAB riot.
Ok, so:
I'm going to see a prospective house because due to various circumstances, I'm probably going to be moving to the other side of a major metropolitan area in the next few months, but that's not important.
I get to the house
I get a text from the realtor
The realtor is not the person who has been texting me in emoji
The person texting me in emoji is the homeowner, who the realtor says will let me in if I want, she's running late.
Sure
Why not
I put Herschel on leash and go to the front door
As much crime as he commits at home Herschel The Hanukkah Goblin has terrific public manners, and is Very Cute so I'm about 90% sure the emoji fairy is going to let me take him through the house
Door opens.
90-something blue haired old lady with a spine like a question mark and glasses that could be used as telescope lenses opens the door.
"OH [Gallus]! How lovely to see you!"
This woman clearly knows me because she remembers my anniversary was last week and that my sister is back from Australia.
Problem is
I know about 500 geriatric ladies with blue hair, scoliosis and extreme prescription glasses, because I am a member of 2 quilt guilds, the scientific illustration guild, the rocky mountain SCA and stagehand for three different theater companies, so I know everyone's grandma and fuck me if I can tell them apart.
Wait
There's a quilt in thekitchen, visible front hall
I don't know faces but apparently I can recognize applique techniques at 40paces.
"...Doris? From SAQA?"
"YES! Who is this handsome little man?"
Herschel speaks enough English to know that "handsome little man" means "this person will feed me milk bones and bacon if I'm cute enough"
Immediately does a Sit Pretty and Shake.
Doris is bewitched
This is fine, but I also know I'm about to severely disappoint the realtor because there is no way in hell I'm moving into this House.
Because
The reason Doris is moving out is that her neighbor is a Cunt Magnifique and has been harassing Doris and everyone else to form an HOA and "improve the quality of our residents" because this woman has nothing better to do than be a racist-ass busy body, and recently, she's set her husband, a county sheriff on Doris, trying to bully her into signing paperwork and threatening her with legal action and writing her up for bullshit property violations
Ain't putting up with that shit
And neither is Doris, so she's selling all her shit and moving out to live with her grandchildren in Santa Monica.
But she's technologically impaired, so the only indication that there is an estate sale happening is a small paper sign in her front yard.
"Doris." I say, as Herschel makes himself comfortable on the couch for belly rubs and pieces of ham. "Did you tell SAQA or FRCC or anyone on Facebook that you're having the sale?"
"oh, I don't know how to do all that!" She sighs. "I tried to call the Denver post but they just put me on hold for ages..."
"Watch Herschel for 20 minutes and he's only allowed to have that one piece of ham."
Pics of everything
Address, time and pics to Facebook, both quilt guilds she's in, two more I have contacts for, nextdoor, and the local SCA discord for good measure.
It's 12 minutes and Herschel persuaded her to give him at least three pieces of ham.
He is petitioning for a fourth by doing a little puppy dance on the living room rug.
"OK, that's enough ham, people will be here in 10. Where is your cash box?"
Because apparently I'm running an estate sale today too.
It's fine :)
There's about 7 minutes of quiet.
Then
They DESCEND
The first on the scene is DeeDee, who doesn't believe in speed limits. She's arrived with a horse trailer. I remember that she is also moving.
"HI DORIS SWEETHEART WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL I HAD NO IDEA THIS WAS TODAY I WAS GOING TO TAKE ALL THIS TO THE GOODWILL HERE LET ME SET UP ON YOUR LAWN "
DeeDee is 73, and has a special spiritual bond with Hello Kitty. She weighs like 98lbs, dresses exclusively in neon pink sanrio clothes and the kind of eye makeup drag queens aspire to.
She also speaks non-stop at a volume normally associated with jet engines.
Half the horse trailer is already spread out on the lawn.
Doris is putting price stickers on stuff
Herschel is trying to tear open a bag of cotton batting.
This, and the arrival of approximately 56 minivans, five more trucks with horse trailers and Corgi Excitement Screaming alert Cunt Magnifique that something is happening outside.
Madame saunters off her porch up to Doris and Demands to know what's happening, you're supposed to notify the neighborhood and get a permit to-"
Doris, surrounded by her pack of silver wolves, shouts. "OH HELLO! EVERYONE, THIS IS MARCIA. I'VE TOLD YOU ALL ABOUT MARCIA." >:)c
... further details in a bit I think the Vikings are here.
~`* SOMEONE'S GETTING FIRED!!*`~
OK so.
You know those high school house parties you see in movies, where the person invites only a few friends, but those friends call their friends, and those friends call THEIR friends and soon like 500 people show up to one house and someone calls the cops and that one John Mulaney sketch with "SCATTER!" happens?
Old people will 100% do this too, except instead of a house party it's an estate sale on a wednesday afternoon and when the cop shows up there are lawyers present and he is in DEEP SHIT because his wife just spent the afternoon admitting to doing a bunch of wildly illegal shit on tape.
So when we left off, the party had really started getting underway, because Marcia the Cunt Magnifique had decided to crash the estate sale and whine about "we're supposed to coordinate garage sales as a neighborhood" and "your friends are blocking traffic on this cul-de-sac while nobody is home" weh weh-
DeeDee is about ready to throw hands but she is nowhere near the most dangerous of the Silver Silver Wolves.
That's Dr. Ruth.
Dr. Ruth turned 99 this year and went paragliding for her birthday
So you understand just how hard she goes
Dr. Ruth sort of hobbles over and point-blank asks "So I understand you've been trying to start a homeowner's association?" :3c
Marcia
Entirely misunderstanding how much danger she's in
Starts enumerating the TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS of trying to start one, because SOME PEOPLE DON'T RESPECT AUTHORITY and all the paperwork and talking to people and she even had to ask HER HUSBAND. A SHERRIF. To go around and hand people stuff to sign.
Some people, right?
Dr. Ruth nods. Some people. She agrees.
You know.
Her son is a lawyer.
Why doesn't she give him a call?
Marcia, a Moron: Oh that'd be great!
Dr. Ruth, hobbling back to Doris: "Don't worry. David will handle this."
Meanwhile
The Friends-Of-Friends and the Friends-Of-Friends-Of-Friends are arriving, lured in because they heard the words "Longarm Sewing Machine" and "Hand-made quilts"
Various factions present include but are far from limited to: -Probably Six Quilt Guilds -The Denver Art League -The Denver Leather League -The Vikings -The Klingons -The Colorado Wild Game Share -A Pack of Scientific Illustrators -A Pack of Assorted Scientists they brought with them -The Sheep Lesbians -The Horse Lesbians -Three Extremely Competent Finnish People (My Scientific Illustration Professor and her sisters) who immediately take over the estate sale and turn it into an auction to maximize profit and keep the taxes in order.
Someone brings two additional Corgi called "Cap" and "Bucky"
They are Pembroke Corgi, and weigh about 21lbs apiece
Herschel is a Cardigan Welsh Corgi and weighs 42lbs because he's hug even for a Cardigan, and is Delighted with his New Minions.
They worship him as a God and follow him around so every time he sticks his face in something two smaller corgi faces immediately follow, like some kind of adorable cerberus.
Pelts and meat shares are being traded out of the backs of trucks and vans
Someone is making bratwurst.
Intrigued by the Brouhaha, Doris' neighbors emerge.
They are also Geriatric and very nervous, because Marcia has been harassing them too.
They are telling this to the members of these factions that are also lawyers.
There are at least 5 of them so far and David isn't even here yet.
I realize my realtor isn't even here.
I decide to text her.
She is somewhere in the crowd and having a nervous breakdown because She's SO LATE!!!
Ma'am.
It's 103 out.
I was just handed a freshly grilled Brat
Some bitch is incriminating herself on the lawn.
Nothing scheduled is happening.
Come sit in the yard and watch the Corgis play on the Palyskool plastic slide set. They're disassembling it like tiny furry engineers.
Have a bratwurst.
One of the Klingons appears, having physically carried my realtor through the crowd, and gently deposits her on the lawn before handing her a Bratwurst.
Diane, the Realtor, is not much older than I am, and from the preppie swaths of society that has "Never had a dog growing up" and "Didn't Know People Could Just. Make. Blankets?" and "What is this? It's like a hot dog but spicy?"
She is having a LEARNING EXPERIENCE.
One of the Horse Lesbians comes over and compliments Diane on her Dior handbag.
Diane thanks her ans compliments the apparently expensive brand scarf she has on. Do you. Know all these people?
Horse Lesbian explains that she's part of the SCA, and what that is, and that why yes. Her girlfriend Tasha is an armorer. Yes like for knights.
More Livestock Lesbians assemble.
They are pulling off shirts to show off livestock and battle scars, and biceps.
Diane is LEARNING A LOT TODAY.
I am just getting everyone's contact info and making sure Herschel does not consume his weight in bratwurst.
BWOOP!
Uh-Oh.
Marcia's Husband is here.
I step out front.
He has used the siren to largely part the crowd and pull into his driveway but it has closed around him and there is No Escape.
He starts huffing and puffing about blocked traffic and permits and the like, but this is not his usual Can-Bully-Without-Consequences crowd.
These are Grandmas.
Veterans of the 60's protest front who never let up.
He's starting to turn bright red and looks like he's about to cry and I've got my phone out to record whatever Incident is about to occur.
-And a Mercedes pulls up.
It's David.
Dr. Ruth's son.
The Lawyer.
And I emphasize that The because David is not some mere ambulance chaser.
David is the guy that the state sends to prosecute Corporate Fraud and Organized Crime and Other State Departments.
David was part of the team that took down the CO Branch of the KKK.
David is all of 5'4", very round and a balding little man that looks like the Dictonary Definition of "Nebbish" that moves with such intense confidence and authority that he pretty much has the Pillar Men Theme Blasting behind him at all times.
So when he and three other lawyers from the state's office step out of the car
Mr. Sherrif goes from red to while like color-changing octopus and I am like 50% sure he shit himself.
Because what he and Marcia have been doing is Very, Very, Very, VERY, Fucking Illegal.
"mArCiA!" he garbles. "sHuT tHe fUcK uP!"
Marcia is standing in the middle of the cul-de-sac, having spent the last 3 hours recounting to anyone who will listen about the 'measures she's had to take' and now the 5 lawyers that were here are delightedly handing over the paperwork that she had forced on Doris and her Neighbors, and pointing at all the doorbell cameras and witnesses out to the state's top prosecutor.
Friends
I ugly laughed.
FOUR HOURS LATER: -Auction wrapped up with a solid $40K to Doris' name plus pending sales on some of her larger furniture and antiques
Plus whatever David gets in damages from the county sherrif's office.
Marcia and husband are fucking busted
Herschel spent all afternoon running around and eating snacks and is passed out on the floor
Diane is "meeting up with" one of the Horse Lesbians next week.
The sewing machine went to someone else but I did open my purse and found out Doris or someone shoved a bunch of cash in there.
I'm getting ice dream and going to bed.
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because they’re out-standing in their field
stop unfollowing me i’m funny
thanks. i really needed this
No. I’m gonna lay here and bleed for a little bit. Because I’ve knocked down a few times in my life, and it ain’t very fuckin’ fun. And there isn’t much point in hopping back up on the horse to just fall right off again. Sometimes you need to take a minute to stop bleeding first.
And you’re gonna come at me with that shit driving a fucking Subaru Outback Pzev? What tragedy knocked you down, motherfucker? Did you spill a Chai Latte on your L.L. Bean flannel shirt? 😂
Must be missing something….What’s wrong with driving a Subaru Outback and drinking chai lattes?
Nothing per se. I know people who do both. They just don’t usually walk around spewing John Waynesque hardassisms. Sure there are some hard as nails people driving Subarus and drinking Chai lattes. But in general the two are somewhat culturally incongruous.
Ah. Well I have an ex-military, multiple combat tour veteran driving a Subaru Outback over here (better mileage than the F350 he used to have… and makes me less anxious since it has lots of safety features. Dude drives like he’s still in an Abrams.) And wouldn’t you know it, he loves a chai latte; although he has seasonally switched to PSLs.
Not sure he even knows who John Wayne is though, so no bumper sticker.
This is intriguing to me…. as I happen to be a veteran (only one combat tour (one year was plenty for me so that works out great hahaha)) who also loves chai lattes (though frozen is best). I traded in my beautiful 392 challenger (it broke and I couldn’t trust it anymore) for a subaru outback. I do happen to know who John Wayne is though I’m not a big doer of bumper stickers. And I will be trading in my outback soonish (because reasons)…. but I don’t know that I’ve ever heard this take on the three together. Not saying it is wrong, just intriguing to hear that prospective.
@submitinfreedom re: chai lattes. According to my research:
Frozen is best if it is above 65 degrees (F) outside
Hot is best if it is below that
(And that’s flexible in a pinch!) 😂🤣
@aireandsugar I'm a weirdo that prefers all my beverages to be cold - she said drinking a cold sweet tea outside in 39° weather.... hot is very tasty too though, I will definitely agree there
thanks. i really needed this
No. I’m gonna lay here and bleed for a little bit. Because I’ve knocked down a few times in my life, and it ain’t very fuckin’ fun. And there isn’t much point in hopping back up on the horse to just fall right off again. Sometimes you need to take a minute to stop bleeding first.
And you’re gonna come at me with that shit driving a fucking Subaru Outback Pzev? What tragedy knocked you down, motherfucker? Did you spill a Chai Latte on your L.L. Bean flannel shirt? 😂
Must be missing something….What’s wrong with driving a Subaru Outback and drinking chai lattes?
Nothing per se. I know people who do both. They just don’t usually walk around spewing John Waynesque hardassisms. Sure there are some hard as nails people driving Subarus and drinking Chai lattes. But in general the two are somewhat culturally incongruous.
Ah. Well I have an ex-military, multiple combat tour veteran driving a Subaru Outback over here (better mileage than the F350 he used to have… and makes me less anxious since it has lots of safety features. Dude drives like he’s still in an Abrams.) And wouldn’t you know it, he loves a chai latte; although he has seasonally switched to PSLs.
Not sure he even knows who John Wayne is though, so no bumper sticker.
This is intriguing to me.... as I happen to be a veteran (only one combat tour (one year was plenty for me so that works out great hahaha)) who also loves chai lattes (though frozen is best). I traded in my beautiful 392 challenger (it broke and I couldn't trust it anymore) for a subaru outback. I do happen to know who John Wayne is though I'm not a big doer of bumper stickers. And I will be trading in my outback soonish (because reasons).... but I don't know that I've ever heard this take on the three together. Not saying it is wrong, just intriguing to hear that prospective.
Good morning y’all. I’ve just had to delete several blogs that I have followed from the beginning…. Who I thought were good women. Women….I don’t get you all. I’ve watched you all annihilate other blogs on this app for less than what ole 144 HAS BEEN PROVEN to be. You think I came to this shit lightly? @accidental-muse is one of the realest people on this app, and you’re following people who are trying to smear her name with claims of mental instability and shit. You think 144 is gonna pet you on the head and say “good girl” and you’re at the top of the stinking heap he’s created? Just know this…I’m not the bigger person. On certain things, I hold grudges. And I’ll remember
and now you’re seeing it.
although the woman who posted this has also spent the last 2 days in a private group with some of the only people in this dump worth a goddamn. And I can only hope when you might try to access their blogs today, you’re shut the hell out of them.
The blog names on those lists should also very much be aware that the other thing I’ve spent three days doing, on top of holding the hands of a lot of assholes who apparently needed an entire day of me answering very moronic questions about where. all. this. shit. is. (guys. seriously. for about the twelfth goddamned time, ALL. OF. THIS. SHIT. is sitting right on my blog for you all to review) is setting up a podcast where I am going to be telling it like it is about quite a few people found on those lists, particularly the two who have fucked me over the most out of all them, and that’s @theladyjanedoe and @dinodaddy.
those two people, both of whom have assured me for about a good three years now, made a decision yesterday not only to ignore everything I collected for you people like the boss research librarian I am, they also pushed the trauma that two monsters in Alabama, one of whom is another loser a lot of you spent years sucking up to (hey, he got me too! that all was 2 year long game on me), real deep back into my heart.
And you two assholes? from about the time I got the fuck away from those pigs, you both started promising me you were safe people for me, had my back, whatever bullshit.
And I’d like all of you to know that I trusted @dinodaddy enough not only to let him into literally the only safe place I had in another private server…
that piece of shit has been hiding out in it, until yesterday when I kicked him the fuck out of it, pretty much watching every secret I’ve been holding onto for three fucking years and sharing with the only people I knew for sure I was finally safe with.
and just like @instructorwolfie, who I also learned was selling my trust the fuuuuck out when I started telling him the reality of what those monsters in Alabama were putting me through (some of THE worst gaslighting and fucked up emotional abuse none of you have ever heard of), all while I was solidly trying to survive a dangerous living situation where one of the things I had to do was take a shotgun out of LMS’s hands after he put it under his chin, which was immediately right after that man, that “Dominant” made one of the worst decisions for the two submissives under his charge and care he possibly could. I mean it was pretty damn unreal, guys. And I’m going to get very specific about it on this podcast.
Let me ask you morons one other question: those two awful people pretty much bailed the fuck out of tumblr the second I got the hell away from them. Have any of you for even a minute stopped to wonder why that is?
and finally, I spent a good portion of yesterday looking at not only a whooole bunch of people who are intentionally choosing to ignore all of this, but watching @instructorwolfie work on his own damn tribe by telling them repeatedly “I rescued her with my own money!”
and that’s pretty much the one thing he wants all of you to focus on. Him. He gets to be the hero. He gets to be the savior. The fucking martyr, that saved danipup.
and I pretty much became convinced yesterday that the real reason he put all that “heroic” effort into helping a friend who has been nothing but very good to him, is so he could take me out of one actual monster’s hands, and put me right into his own.
One of the reasons for that is on the day that LMS and Sangi suggested over and over and over again that I “jump on the blog and tell everyone what happened, it’s totally ok with us!”, @instructorwolfie came to my DMs with only one sentiment:
“I am jealous. VERY jealous.”
and I still have that chat.
And by the way? That motherfucker has eyed me as a Big Prize to win for years.
One other very crucial point to make as well:
Does anyone here actually think I would have brought my entire personal life into the open like that without being manipulated into it? Jesus Christ, I cannot be out here every day more expressing how private I am about that stuff. because unlike a lot of you, I actually respect that kind of thing.
And lastly, do you know who I learned has zero respect for you guys at all?
@instructorwolfie himself, who by a lot of accounts, blabbed to the biggest disciples in his tribe, your details that he promises to all of you will be kept 100% in his trustworthy confidence, when you bring your traumas to him. What a guy! What a trusting uncle.
🤮
you should all be thoroughly disgusted about this and calling him out with us, not running all over this place talking about how you’re just going to cowardly diplomatically “stay out of it”. Because that behavior right there might be the most revoltingly gross in all of this.
Apart from the fact that you just sat back and watched a man, and one of the nastiest henchmen he has, @babygirl-1972, do a lot of this horseshit for him while they made it their whole agenda yesterday to try to get you all l to believe that I, their accuser you guys!, am “crazy”.
And HOLY SHIT, I’m still pretty stunned about that specifically.
And so should all of you be. Fucking hell, you guys.
So yeah, the people mentioned here in particular are going to get the treatment they deserve on that podcast.
And you know what everyone?
ALL of this is just consequences. of your own really shitty behaviors and choices.
And people are gonna start reaping what they’ve sown.
#scorchedfuckingearth 🔥
hi. one other thing, that i would like to make crystal clear to so many of you who still don't get it.
@babygirl-1972 and @instructorwolfie have both had complete and full access to my blog for two whole days now. the first person in this sentence was taggable when i posted this not a half hour ago, so maybe that toxic monster deleted (like. she. fucking. should.) in the time it took me to make a cup of coffee.
This is also very important to note because the other thing i saw those two pigs do all day yesterday? was repeatedly tell you, their goddamned supporters, that they have "no idea! what is even going on!'
and let me say it one more fucking time again like i am talking to actual children:
THIS IS A BLATANT GASLIGHTING CAMPAIGN THEY'RE RUNNING ON ALL OF YOU.
so, one more time?
this is who they are. this is what a great deal of the Tribe side of Tumblr is, and always has been.
@instructorwolfie has been running a horrifying con game on every one of us who bought that we could trust that monster
for years
so what i'm going to do a whole lot of today is sit back and watch just how many of you people not just "like" this thing?
but actually fucking reblog it. for god's sweet sake.
The handful of people who actually did get the gravity of this shit very early on ----
I, and them, might be the only people in this shithole who actually, genuinely, are trying to keep YOU all safe.
so you need to please step the fuck up on this now?
because we are very close to topping a disgusting, very predatory
👑 kingdom 👑
today, and why don't we all very easily agree that pushing this shit over the final edge is exactly what we need to be doing in this place today.
it's time to prove your mettle, if you have any at all.
and i know that's harsh. maybe a dose of too much tough love?
but sweet mother of fuck do way too many of you really need it on this.
Choose to be on the right side of this. Before it's too late and you regret it forever. This is us graciously giving you the last chance.
And now i sit here and keep a very close eye on who really is with us on this.
this is the character test of your lives, folks.
do you really want to fail this one?
Not even putting controls on this. I'm doing this to save your community that some of you have trusted for YEARS, from the monster who's been sitting at the top of it this whole time like a self-appointed king.
Read this thread. And it keeps getting added to.
⬆️ There's your Uncle Wolfie, friends and family.
and to the rest of you? i'm listening. tell me all of your stories, because i'm quite ready to hear them all. There may in fact be another entire blog sprouting up dedicated to it, if there's enough piles of shit to step in (and something tells me for sure that there's going to be). i mean, there's already a podcast and channel coming. and as for the possible new blog, it won't be like that other bullshit one that pulled lots of wool over your eyes, either, lol. There actually won't be a doth-protesting-too-much hypocrite running it. yay!!
and because the subject of this post sure won't, I apologize to all of YOU that you fell for this shit, and for years, and the very cult-like aspects of it (that "Tribe" crap is nothing but that, and honestly, a bonus lesson for you disciple dumbasses? Stop fucking tagging people in your stupid special club crap, without even asking them if they wanna be - boundaries, you know? something y'all talk a whole lot about respecting? lol) and i hope the collective trauma he leaves you in about this is something that you can all heal from with likeminded hearts and loving souls.
I truly mean that.
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#scorchedfuckingearth
You dont know me, and I dont matter, but I got run out of the Tumblr BDSM community by this guy and his tribe, including your followers, for agreeing with a woman who told the truth about ole 144 and posting about my own experiences with his deeply predatory behavior several years ago. He’s a predator, and he encourages baby subs to go to him with questions and he lives for them messaging him and sets himself up as some sage and leader but when I tell you Ive seen the screen shots of how anything ever told to him in confidence by his female friends he shares, widely, in the guise of dispensing wisdom? I felt dirty, just seeing it and a LOT of it was him outing @accidental-muse and intimate details of her marriage and several of her relationships subsequent, to baby subs messaging him. Thats what he does - uses private info as currency - and every woman whose ever outed him for doing it? He sends all his friends after them. Including you, @accidental-muse, who went pretty scorched earth on me in your defense of him, which was sad because while you were doing it? I was reading the detailed messages he sent me and several other women(couched as advice) about your polycule dreamsome relationship and man, it was too much information to learn about a stranger who then turned around and defended him when I tried to tell you what he was doing to you behind your back. You should assume that every single bit of personal conversation you ever had with that man, he then used in conversation with other women. None of your secrets were safe with him. He loved bragging about how close you were, and proving it by spilling everything he knew about you. There are women on this app right now who could knock on your front door and greet you by name based on what he told them.
He did it because you have a big following. Him proving how intimate and deep your friendship with him by sharing your private messages with him was part of the reason he had such credibilty and was able to garner such a loyal little army. You and @5triderofthenorth being so tight with him was the reason women trusted him. They trusted you and Strider, and you both liked him so much - you both gave him the reputational cover he needed. I am not writing this to call you out. I just want you to know that you defending him, over and over, is part of how he was able to hurt the women he has. They trusted you, and you told everyone he was trustworthy. Your reputation and your uncritical friendship with him helped him be a predator. And your followers hounded me relentlessly and mass-reported my g-rated non-BDSM cooking blog for saying he was a bad human until Tumblr finally caved and deleted it.
Im not the only woman that happened to. That saw the emperor was naked and got death threats for saying it. Honestly I want to out every married dom here, every man cosplaying as a dom and pretending he lives it 24/7 but has never actually been in a BDSM relationship in real life, every one of them that juggle multiple girls, go after women who are a little fragile and exploit them, and every sociopath madquerading as a dom. Fuck em all. Cc @flamingdumpsterkittn
Hello, new friend. :). and i'm going to do this real quick first, because i've got to come back to it and add a whole buncha shit my computer just decided to dump. but i'm gonna tell you this part right now.
I will own every part of this. And I know Strider will too. Because that is what good people do when they fuck up. Period.
And It's clear we definitely fucked up here! But what also should be just as clear, is that this fucking narcissist sociopathic abusing trash, who made himself King Shit of this place on a pile of broken submissives, has played the long game for years on getting as many of us as he can, to believe it.
they’re both valid. But they absolutely both need to be there.
As for the rest, the revelations about his lying about keeping my confidence? about him martyring himself to “save” me from those other abusers that everyone in this place used to revere, including me?
Oh, make no mistake. I’ll be right back in this with an update in about an hour. I wanna go watch something first, though, enjoy a little treat.
But after that @instructorwolfie? If you thought I was pissed off before? Now i’m just fucking disgusted. Thoroughly. You are, quite literally, the worst monster in this place, and if that one scumbag with his little “kingdom”collection of Littles that he keeps for you two to prey on? “Littles”, dude, the *most* vulnerable and soft and CHILDLIKE mannnnnn. It ain’t my community but you know what?
It’s yours, man. And all the glitter you jack onto it every week on some bullshit theme day (which, by the way, all that extra shit? hehe jesus. It’s all distraction, kiddos! Predators never want you to know they’re coming, and they will do anything it takes to keep you from spotting them) well dude, it ain’t gonna cloak your ass anymore. And from me to you directly dude? Go fuck yourself.
So what’s up community? You gonna stick around and stay loyal to this shit? Because if you do, well that’s just about the Trumpiest cult shit outside of Trump cult shit, and maybf you ought to sit the hell down with yourselves and give yourselves one serious talk.
I’ll be back. People really wanna tell me stuff, and are! but I need a chill break for a lil bit.
And to you, @joanjettslittlesister, I deeply apologize to you for my part in any and all past hurt I caused you. I am sincerely sorry.
Not something I normally do - but knowing someone involved with this personally - anything to help them spread their awesome new official music video.
Sorry I haven't put any stories out recently guys.... I just got a hot tub and I'm finally able to use it and I don't want to leave it. My apologies - but - priorities. If you haven't figured it out yet - my hot tub is my newest and highest priority.
I love your stories. Thank you for sharing with us!
You are very welcome. I'm glad you enjoyed them.
Humiliated for Them Both
How did it come to this point? That’s what I’m asking myself as I sit back on my heels, legs spread just how they are supposed to be. I’m wearing the most ridiculously humiliating outfit. A pink leotard and a bright pink tutu over it. Of course, the back of the leotard is a thong and pulls up between my ass cheeks and feels like it is constantly pulling up on my cunt. My nipples are easily seen through the material though that isn’t helped by my current level of arousal. If that wasn’t bad enough, the tutu is merely a means of humiliation. It covers nothing. My ass is still fully on display and my thanks to the tightness of the leotard, the outline of my cunt is perfectly framed by the stupid bright pink tulle. Sir enjoys seeing me in this outfit. Probably, mainly, because it makes my cunt leak all over it from the humiliation of wearing it alone. The fact that I can feel the material pushing the plug in my ass even deeper. Sir wanted to be sure my ass was well prepared for what he has planned. The drool dripping from my mouth, thanks to the bit gag he put in, is wetting the top of the leotard. Of course, the material is the type that darkens when wet, so there is no hiding this humiliation.
It’s in this position of utter humiliation that I find myself watching as Sir fucks another woman. I’m on the side of the room, watching as his cock drives into her over and over. Listening to her moans as she gets close to orgasm. Wishing, desperately, it was me. My cunt feeling absolutely desperate to feel that. Knowing that is not in the cards for today. Oh no, Sir has something else in mind for me. I watch as her cum, followed shortly by Sir. I watch as they come down from that high as I kneel there still desperate. I watch as they slowly sit up. I watch as their attention turns to me. I can see the amusement on their faces as they start laughing at my appearance. It only makes my cunt more wet.
“Aww, she looks so needy,” the woman says, “she looks so desperate and pathetic. Look at all the drool she’s gotten all over herself.”
“She has made quite a mess of herself,” he replies laughing, “turn and show us your ass, cuck.” I turn around, grateful for the modicum of privacy it gives me. If they can see my ass, they can’t see my drool covered front. I push my ass in the air once I’m on my hands and knees, my ass pointing towards them. I hear more laughter and I know exactly what they’re laughing at. I know my cunt is soaked. The leotard must be absolutely drenched.
“She’s so wet,” the woman says through laughter, “she looks like she pissed herself.”
“I think it’s safe to say she got a little turned on watching,” he says, “would you like to fuck her?”
“I would love to, absolutely.” Of course she would. They had talked about it before. That’s exactly why I’m in this ridiculous outfit. Sir had told me, one of the first times I ever wore it, that it would be what he had me wear the first time he let a woman fuck my ass for the first time. Knowing did not prepare me for how humiliating it would feel.
The woman walks over to her bag and pulls out a strap on. I can see her from the corner of my eye and I can’t look away. I can’t not look at the thing that is about to be in my ass. I’m pulled back to my situation when fingers pinch my nipples, hard. I gasp and jerk my head around. Sir is bent over next to me.
“Are you excited about your first ass fucking from another woman, cuck?” he says, his fingers continuing to pinch and rub, “you certainly look excited. Look at all this drool from your other two holes. You can barely contain yourself it seems.”
“Myef, Fshir,” I try to say through the gag. It comes out unintelligible which only makes him laugh more. He steps back and murmurs something in the woman’s ear. She gives a little laugh before taking up a position behind me.
I feel her hands run over my ass before a smart smack comes down. Not enough to really hurt, but enough to leave a bit of a sting. I feel her lift the material from between my ass cheeks, holding it to one side before I feel my plug being pulled out. I can’t help my ass clenching and releasing, knowing what is coming. What I don’t expect though is the sheer amount of lube she pours over my ass, between my cheeks.
“You’re already a mess,” she laughs, “no reason to skimp.” I whimper a bit as she lines up the strap on to my hole. She slowly pushes in. Stopping halfway to pull back all the way before slowly pushing all the way in. I feel her body pressed to me from behind. Her hands coming around to grab my tits giving them a good squeeze. She starts rocking her hips and I’m lost to the feeling of a plastic cock fucking my ass. She goes faster and faster and I think I’m almost to the edge. I might actually orgasm from this. But suddenly there is sharp pain in my tits. She has her hands on them again. Giving them a hard squeeze, hitting them back and forth, pinching my nipples. Using them like a toy. The humiliation is overwhelming. On my hands and knees, dressed ridiculously, my tits being uses as a source of amusement, my ass being fucked by another woman with a plastic cock. And not even allowed to cum. She teases me over and over. Bringing me to the edge only to pull me back down. Never letting me reach the pinnacle point.
After what feels like eternity, she pulls out from my ass and Sir is removing the gag. She walks around me, and the feeling of an empty mouth is short lived as she pushes the cock in my mouth. The plastic cock that was just fucking my ass. Telling me to clean it off. To pleasure it. I do my best through the haze of humiliation. Trying to please the toy that was just in my ass. My face is on fire. My cunt is dripping down my leg. The cock leaves my mouth, my drool still humiliatingly attached to it. She wipes the strap on off on my face and hair before removing it. She moves away to clean up and leaves the room. Sir walks over and runs his hand over my hair and down my back all the way to my ass. He gives it a pat and tells me to stay as he walks out.
I hear the front door opening and closing. My breathing is evening out as Sir walks back into the room. He runs a damp washcloth over my face, then my ass. He pulls me up gently and guides me to the bathroom before slowly removing my outfit and guiding me into the shower with him. He pulls me to him and I rest my head against his chest breathing him in.
“I’m so proud of you,” he whispers in my ear, “you did such a good job for me. How are you doing?” I nod against his shoulder not quite ready to say it aloud. We finish in the shower and he takes me into the couch, wrapping me in a blanket and laying me down, my head in his lap.
“I’d like to do that again, Sir,” I say as I fall asleep to his hand in my hair.
Anal Only Denial
“Sir, may I please cum?”
“Aw, no.”
I don’t know why these words send a shock through my body. I mean, he has denied my request to cum before. That isn’t new. So why does it feel different this time? He said it how he would normally say it, didn’t he? But he has an amused look, more so than normal I think. Almost like he’s waiting for my reaction to this, but I’m not sure now. If he had wanted me to beg for it, he would simply tell me to beg for it. So that doesn’t feel right. My arousal is starting to slowly fade in my confusion. I was so needy for it just moments ago.
“Yes, Sir,” I say, my confusion evident in my voice, “thank you, Sir”
“Such a good girl,” he tells me, “thanking me for denying you. I think that’s going to be happening a lot more frequently now.”
“Sir? I don’t understand, Sir.” He’s smiling down at me, obviously savoring this moment.
“I’ve decided you’re going to be on denial for the foreseeable future,” he says as I feel my eyes getting wider with each word, “you’re going to be anal only now. Isn’t that exciting?”
“I-” my words have utterly left me, “I- yes, Sir?” Denial for the foreseeable future? Anal only? I love to cum. I love feeling that complete joyous relief. That moment of bliss. But I can’t deny that my cunt has started to get soaked from hearing this. To know I won’t have any chance at another orgasm. At least from my cunt. Maybe in the future from my ass? But having an orgasm from my ass just doesn’t feel the same.
“Aww, you sound nervous,” he says chuckling at what I’m sure is a face of pure shock, “don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be a great little butt slut for me.”
“I- I’ll do my best for you, Sir.”
“Good butt slut,” he says pulling something from his pocket, “let’s start now.”
He has me turn around on my knees, so my ass is towards him. I put my head down and lifted my ass to him. This at least was something I was used to. This position. It brought comfort in a panicked moment. Which is a bit humiliating to realize. My head on the floor and my ass in the air, fully displayed to Sir, is a comfort. My cunt is definitely wet now with everything happening. I feel his finger run ever so lightly over my cunt before feeling what I can now identify as a plug moving over my cunt. Not enough pressure to get any sort of relief, never going in, only skimming the surface.
“Oh look, butt slut,” he slowly slides the plug back and forth over my cunt, “even your cunt is excited about this idea. It’s lubing up your plug for you. Your cunt can still have the use of preparing your toys for you.” I let out a little whimper at hearing that as he slides the plug back to my ass. I feel the pressure as he pushes it in. He slides it in and gives it a few tugs before smacking my ass to tell me I can turn around again.
I turn slowly, feeling the plug in my ass, feeling the wetness of my cunt. I’m wondering just exactly how this is going to go when you give me a bit of a clue.
“You’ll bump your daily plug time up to an hour for now. We want to make sure your ass in nicely prepared for all the use it will be getting from now on.”
“Yes, Sir,” I reply, mentally noting the extra plug time. My cunt always gets wet when I have my plug in, this is just going to make that even more so.
“I think we’ll make a lot of your edging anal edging as well.”
“I- um, yes, Sir.” I feel like I’m on auto repeat. I’m just saying the same thing over and over. But I can’t think of anything else. My cunt is starting to drip down my leg and I want so badly to just rub it on something, but that isn’t even something I can do now. My normal edging won’t be humping random objects now, it’ll be doing that with my ass, or fucking my ass with a plug. The humiliation of that alone is enough to make a jolt go through my cunt. Which is just unhelpful, really, at this point.
Sir motions for me to stand back up and he takes a moment to run his hands over my ass.
“Such a good anal only butt slut for me,” he says with a pat on my ass, “this is going to be very enjoyable. I think we’ll use the anal beads tomorrow. It’ll be fun to pull them out and push them in all day.” With a final pat on my ass he walks off, leaving me with my thoughts and my soaked cunt. I have a plug in my ass and I know that’s only the beginning. Anal beads always leave me dripping and he knows that. This is going to be a vicious cycle, something in my ass, my cunt getting wet, not being able to relieve that neediness, and making me even more wet, until the next thing in my ass and it’ll start all over. But I want to try. I want to do well with this. I want to please him with this. I want him to use my ass however he’d like. To torment my cunt with denial. Knowing I’m denying my cunt for him. Knowing I can still please him with my ass, even if that is humiliating.
So - I went through and deleted all of the posts where I was reblogging one of my own stories. If that screws up and clicking or posts for anyone I apologize. It was driving me a bit crazy that when I would click on my "my stories" tag it was all of the reblogs too. My own fault, didn't think about that originally. But I fixed it. Sadly, that may mean I messed up others reblogs of them, but it had to be done.
On Display
It started reasonably enough. I was deciding what to wear for the day and had the thought to dress up for him. Well, I call it getting dressed up, compared to what I generally wear. I chose a short pink skirt because I knew it would be embarrassing for me and I know he likes that. I chose a pretty pink bra to match and a low-cut white top. I found a pair of cute heels that I slipped on. I made sure to straighten my hair and get everything straight before walking out into the living room. It was completely worth it seeing his face as I walked in. My face was a bit red at what I was wearing, but I was more than happy to please him in this way.
He pulled me towards him as I passed and pushed his hand under my skirt. His hand on my ass causing me breath to catch and I arched back into his hand. He let me go with a slap on my ass and that was that. I started going about my day. Every so often I’d see him looking at me, enjoying the view. I was starting to get used to the clothes, starting to feel a bit less embarrassed. I should have known better.
He passes me as he’s done countless times today, but this time he stops and turns me to face him. He pulls my top and bra down below my tits. He takes my tits into his hands and gives them a few squeezes. His fingers are on my nipples – pinching, teasing, pulling. I can’t help the moan that leaves my mouth as he lets my tits drop. He gives them a few slaps, making them bounce around.
“That’s much more appropriate for you,” he says giving them another bounce, “isn’t that right, tits?”
“Y-yes, Sir,” I replied trying to keep still. He gives them a final bounce and walks off. I look down and see my tits completely exposed, just hanging out of my shirt and bra. I know he intends for me to walk around like this. My tits on full display for him. I can’t seem to move. I know as soon as I do all I’ll be able to think of is my tits.
I’m still standing there when I hear him walking back. My head snaps up and I’m wondering what other humiliations he’s come up with as soon as I see his amused expression. He comes to a halt in front of me and looks me up and down.
“You wanted to be on display for me, tits, so I thought it would be a good idea to make sure I always know where you are,” he says, and I know exactly what is coming, “you can’t be on display if I don’t know where to look.”
“Yes, Sir.” He pulls two nipple clamps from his pocket, bringing them up to my tits, admiring the view, giving me time to soak in the embarrassment of what is about to happen. You see, they aren’t just normal clamps, they aren’t clothespins, nothing so normal. Each one has a little bell that hangs down from it. He attaches each and gives each a little flick, sending them swaying and ringing. It is utterly humiliating. I know that every time I move, they will ring, announcing my presence.
I’m so focused on my tits and their new adornments I’m confused at first when I hear the tinkling ringing noise again. My tits aren’t moving, the bells aren’t ringing. So why am I still hearing it. I look up to see Sir with another clamp in his hand. Another clamp with another bell attached. I’m sure I just let out a whimper. I had thought the bells on my tits would be enough. I was mistaken. He leans down and lifts my skirt, running a finger along my cunt. I feel a shudder run down my spine at the touch. I want him to keep touching me like that, but I know he won’t, that’s not my purpose today. He brings his finger up to my lips and I open for him, his finger sliding into my mouth, bringing the embarrassing taste of my arousal to my tongue.
“Is someone a little wet at having it’s tits played with?”
“Y-yes, Sir,” my words are slurred around his finger.
“Good tits,” his fingers go back to my cunt, “this will keep this hole closed so you can remember your purpose today.” I feel the clamp close over both of my cunt lips. Keeping it closed. Making it only useful for humiliation. For bringing attention to my humiliated state. I can feel my cunt dripping at this new treatment. He sends me on my way with a slap to my tits.
Every step I take is another wave of embarrassment. I step, my tits move, the bells ring, my cunt gets wet. It doesn’t help that I can feel the bell hanging between my legs which is making me walk a little funny. Which is just making the bells ring more. Every so often I hear Sir chuckling at the sight of me. He keeps asking me to bring him things, a book, a drink, the remote. I know he’s only doing it because it amuses him to see me like this. And that just makes my cunt drip more. It is on one of these trips across the room he has be stand in front of him. He lifts the front of my skirt and sees the wetness literally dripping down my leg.
“Aw, is someone getting all wet and desperate at being my tit display? You know your wet cunt isn’t getting any attention today other than that cute little bell dangling from it. You’re on your denial, you’re my anal only butt slut currently, and of course, my tit display. How about we give that ass of yours a little attention instead?”
“I – um, yes please, Sir,” I say, desperate for any bit of relief for my aching cunt, even if that comes from my ass.
But he pulls me down over his lap with my ass in the air. This – this is not the position for pleasure or relief…. Sure enough as the back of my skirt flies up, his hand comes down on my ass hard. I yelp as his hand just keeps coming down. Pausing briefly to slowly and gently run his fingers over my ass before coming back down hard again and again. It’s all I can do to stay still on his lap, the bells on my tits and cunt are ringing. I’m whimpering and whining. My cunt feels soaked. He pauses his ministrations and I feel his hands tuck the hem of my skirt into my waistband. He raises me up and directs me to bend over in front of him with my ass towards him.
“I think that’s a nice red color,” he says, running his hand over my ass, “a nice suitable pleasing color for you. And now that your ass is so pretty, you can keep that pretty ass on display for me while you lick my ass.”
“Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir.” I turned around slowly, getting to my hands and knees. It was always so humiliating to lick his ass. And knowing my bright red ass would be on display for him while I did, just made my cunt even more wet.
He reclined back on the couch, putting his ass right next to my face. I took a deep breath to ready myself.
“Go ahead, ass licker,” he says as his hand goes into my hair, pushing my head down. I whimper slightly before lowering my head, pushing my face into his ass. My tongue darts out, starting slowly, with long strokes up and down his ass. Working him into it, working him up to the pleasure I want so badly to give to him. My tongue pushes into his asshole, working in and out. Trying my best to give him the pleasure he wants. My face in his ass, my focus is solely on that. All I can see, all I can smell, all I can taste, is his ass. My cunt feels like it is a damn river from the humiliation of it. Knowing he’s staring at my red ass while I do this for him. But I know I won’t be stopping anytime soon, so I redouble my efforts and try to do my absolute best.
After what feels like hours, but was probably only an hour at most, he pulls my head back and chuckles. I’m sure I look a mess. My face wet from my own spit as I licked his ass over and over again, my hair all messed up.
“I think I like this look a lot, but I think we can do better can’t we tits?”
“I – um, yes, Sir?” I say, though it’s more of a question. I’m not sure what he means exactly. I already look ridiculous. What more can he mean? He leaves the room for a moment before coming back with a plug in hand. I watch as he walks over behind me, and feel as he pushes it into place, deep in my ass. I feel him fiddling with it. Feel the plug filling me. Feel my cunts desperation for something to fill it. He leads me, crawling, over to a spot near the wall, in front of the couch, but slightly off to the side. He has me stay there for a moment while he collects a few things.
When he comes back I feel my face go red at what he’s holding. I watch, helplessly, as he spreads out a puppy pad on the floor. It is meant as an aid to potty training dogs, not – not for people. But then he’s pushing me onto the pad, having me kneel on it with my legs spread open. He pulls a gag out of his pocket and I suddenly know exactly why he put the pad down. The ring gag goes in my mouth and even while he secures it behind my head, my drool is already coursing down my chin, falling on my exposed tits. I feel him pull my hands behind me, securing them together behind my back. It pushes my tits forward, making them the center of attention. He comes around in front of me, looking me up and down and smiling, amused, entertained. Without warning he spits on my face, letting it drip down to mix with my drool. I feel humiliated. Wet. Desperate.
He pulls his phone from his pocket and pokes around on it. The plug in my ass comes to life. I jerk a bit, surprised, moaning through my gag, the bells on my tits ringing.
“Good tits,” he says chuckling, “that’s exactly what you’re supposed to do. Every time you feel that plug start vibrating in your ass, you’ll shake your tits for me, give me a little show.” I feel my face burning. I must be 20 shades of red.
“Yesh, Shir,” I try to say through my gag, only succeeding in sounding ridiculous and making more drool leak down onto my tits. He pushes a button and my plug comes to life once more. I shake my tits for him as he laughs at me. I know I look ridiculous. My face is a mess, covered in his spit, my spit, the scent of his ass, my drool. My tits are out, my shirt and bra useless below them, also covered in my drool. My ass is red and on full display under my hiked up skirt. I’m kneeling on a puppy pad, so that I don’t make a mess with my leaking cunt and the drool running down my body. Shaking my tits for him whenever he decides to turn the plug on.
He goes back to the couch, settling in. As the plug turns on again and I shake my tits to the sound of his laughter I can’t help but feel the humiliation burn through me, straight to my cunt. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Humiliating myself for his amusement. I started the day wanting to give Sir something pretty to look at. And I succeeded in that. But I also gave him something better too. I gave him pleasure in seeing me humiliated and an utter mess, for the simple reason of wanting to please him. I ended up on display for him, just maybe not quite the way I planned. I’ll stay here on my knees, humiliated, putting on a show for him for however long he wants. It’s going to be a long evening.
Fun new twist - I finally finished another story. Aaaand my internet provider has an "outage" again.... soooo.... once they fix that....
