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WATCH: The Oregon Zoo in Portland was closed to the public today due to heavy snow – but the zoo’s residents had a blast.
Oh my GODD THE POLAR BEAR GOT SOME SNOW HE MUST FEEL SO REFRESHED
relatable seals at the end there
“Hey Joe! Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe look!!! It’s snow!”
I need more of this shit!
Those happy elephant sounds cleared my skin and watered my crops.
The polar bear “hell nahhhh. This ain’t that fake shit ! THIS AINT THAT FAKE SHIT. THIS THAT REAL SHIT!!!”
I am so conflicted about this
why is this goat so pretty?? it’s like a fairy? what kind of goat is this???
It’s called a Gulabi, and if you want your heart broken, the adults look like this.
Oh My, So, I was Imagined about this
Into like THIS
OK IM DONE, NOW PLEASE ALWAYS ASK PERMISSION FIRST WHEN YOU WANT TO USE THESE ARTS, OKAY?
I think I’m officially dead, I forget if I rev logged this already but I’m doing it anyways
Bowser Peach literally have too much power. This all started out as a joke from a comic. Now we got fucking artists like
Akiman (the original Street Fighter character designer/artist)
https://twitter.com/akiman7/status/1043931439710924800
Kotoyama (author of Dagashi Kashi)
https://twitter.com/cot_510/status/1043878242745106433
KuroseP (author of Goblin Slayer)
https://twitter.com/kuroseP/status/1043915775810011136
Coolkyou2 (author of Dragon Maid)
https://twitter.com/coolkyou2/status/1043816565244747776
And the original artist of that comic don’t even know how this all started
Its fucking meme magic and its real.
Bkub (author of Pop Team Epic)
https://twitter.com/bkub_comic/status/1044163846389153792
Akiman but better version
https://twitter.com/akiman7/status/1044173048969027584
Hitoshi Ariga (manga artist for the Rockman Megamix)
https://twitter.com/ariga_megamix/status/1044178600038002688
Murata Yusuke (One Punch Man artist)
https://twitter.com/NEBU_KURO/status/1044282859580612610
Hiroe Rei (author of Black Lagoon)
https://twitter.com/hiroerei/status/1044208571074789380
Tsukasa Fushimi (author of Oreimo)
https://twitter.com/kanzakihiro/status/1044456542496419840
Alex Ahad (creator of Skullgirls)
https://twitter.com/o___8/status/1044681261120278528
Everybody has dark thoughts. It’s whether you act on them or not that truly defines your personality.
-My thoughts while eating Mexican food
doom eternal looks so fucking good dude like, it makes doom 2016 look like a pile of shit. and doom 2016 was fantastic. doom eternal makes me look at doom 2016 and think “i can never go back to that”
even looking at the basic art direction, Doom Eternal is way more interesting than Doom 2016
look at this! they brought back the techno-meat from the original Doom! they brought back the one thing Doom 2016 was sorely missing AND they added in a bunch of ridiculous Titanfall shit! how could I go back to 2016 after seeing all that?
howd he ruin everything
^this is reffering to me saying the didact showing up ruins it all for good:
imma go on a sperg rant because i have better things to do but am very irresponsible with time management:
Forerunners in bungies games were very very engimatic. never seen face to face, and ambiguous, BUT there was a connection. the connection being what they left behind (which is their entire theme, they arent anymore, i’ll get to that.)
So first of all imma adress that the entire reason the didact is now evil is justified outside of the game in terminals and a horrible book that literally had to explain evil didact by splitting the didact into two people, the sane one being bungies, which is the new made up character, so 343 can act as if their didact is the right one thats always been there (hes not).
Furthermore, him looking like a 4 meter tall space voldermort in a tron villian garb is explained with the biggest change 343 has made, which tears apart so much they had to fix it with laughable made up new information. that change being ‘forerunners =/= Ancient Humanity’. This broke so much that they had to come up with forerunner forerunners called the “precursors”, which apparently pass down a value system titled “the mantle” which is exploited as the reason the didact now hates humanity, and also used as the explaination every single piece of forerunner tech works with human touch. apparently their “greatest enemy” just inherited everything last second because why? convenience to still fit the old intention.
Now to my biggest point, the fact that forerunners were HEAVILY hinted at to be just that. Fore-runners. Us. The only people in bungie games we see refer to the forerunners as such are 343 guilty spark, who says it first, who everyone then borrows the term from to have somehting to name them. think about it, no species would, while still alive, call themselves “forerunners.”
to continue this autism list, theres plenty evidence that is scattered just subtly enough that the forerunners remain ambiguous, yet semi-clear in identity.next point going back to spark is him saying “Forerunner” and “reclaimer”.this can easily be seen as a simple word he has to distinguish those that ran before and those that are now finally mature enough to reclaim what was theirs.
Architecture wise in halo 1-3 every piece of forerunner architecture is more or less forerunner sized, showing walkways and doors fit for our size. if you want to explain the didacts out of place for that environment 4 meter statue by coming at me with “hes a warrior servant”, youre missing the point, as those classes were made up after the fact to excuse his weird size.
Every piece of tech is activated by a reclaimers hand. a hand that has been there before, reclaiming it. Do you think thats because those hands built them, or because this race who fought humans for a trillion million years was like “might aswell give it to em because they got the mantle now”?
forerunners never sacrificed their race when firing the halos. they brought back every species after the halos fired using the keyships, right? why wouldnt they do it to themsevles? well gee, they did, and even left everything behind to one day rediscover once we were mature enough and proved ourselves worthy.
so i hope this explains why i am completely against forerunners being:aliensaliveevilit goes against everything they ever showed of them in the past just because they needed a villian that made sense on the forerunner planet we saw at the end of halo 3.
A Short List of Shenanigans My Parent’s Dog Has Engaged In:
This is Arwen, she’s a Husky/Kelpie mix and a little Asshole:
“I wonder if she can jump?” my dad asks the first five minutes we have her. She perks up at the word, and clears a six-foot fence form sitting on the ground. “Oh.” Says dad. “Shit.” Later that night she got up on the counter and ate three pounds of corned beef in roughtly 68 seconds but this was considered part of the learning curve of having a new dog.
I wake up at 4 AM to the sound of the toilet being flushed repeatedly in the hall bathroom, and assume plumbing is now posessed by angry and wasteful ghosts. I get up to disconnet it and find her in the Bathroom, standing to flush the bowl, then shoving her head in to drink the running water. I’m not totally awake, so I stand there like an idiot trying to understand this, and my sister gets up to see what the noise is, sees the same thing and also stands there. Fiance notices my absence and does the same. Mom eventually wakes up and finds us standing around like very confused zombies and almost joins the parade of baffled zombies before shreiking “THE WATER BILL!” We got her a circulating water bowl after that.
My parent’s don’t have AC, but they haveone of those “fridge on top, pull-out-freezer below” fridges. Last summer, we were remarking that we might need to shave her so she didn’t get heatstroke, to which she looked up and made a disgusted noise at us. …Then got up, used the dishrag to pull open the freezer and climbed on top of the frozen vegetables, stretching out and sighing contentedly. “Arwen,” Mom began, but was interrupted by a loud ‘WHAAAaaaaarrr?” from Arwen. “Ok you can stay there for now but we’re getting you a kiddie pool so you have to get out when we get back. Don’t eat anything.” She ate a bag of frozen green beans and farted for three days straight.
Took her walking along the lake with the long lead so she could sniff things to her hearts content. She went about shoving her head in the undergrowth, usually coming up with her head covered in leaves and pollen. Except for the bush where she came back out with a 7-foot Bull Snake wrapping itself around her ehad and neck, trying it’s best to strangle her before she can eat it. She immediately ran back to me, the parts of her face not occupied with the snake arranged in a gleeful expression of “Look! I found Snacks!” I screamed, not immediately regognizing that it wasn’t a rattler, and fell, splitting my knee on a rock. The screaming made her let go of the snake, but I still had to grab her and wrestle the snake off her because it lacked the sense to just scuttle away. I finaly got it lose from her (Despite her best effort to continue trying to eat it and turned around to fling it off the trail- -And directly into the face of one of my 90-year-old neighbors who’d come out to see what the screaming and profanity was, making her collapse. I’m pretty sure being told “I accidentally threw a snake at my neighbor.” was the highlight of that EMT’s day. Dottie was unharmed but she still doesn’t speak to me.
One day, we left her in a Harness and overhead tether in the (at the time) unfanced back yard so she could enjoy some relatively free-range outdoors time. I walked by the window not a minute later to find her completely GONE, and race out to the yard to find her. It took me a good heart-pounding five minutes to realize the overhead tether was goign UP into the ancient silver maple and realized that 1. Arwen can apparently do something really weird with her shoulders where they pop out sideways, allowing her to bear-hug the tree and 2. climb a good 40 feet into the three to fight 3. A porcupine, which i didn’t even know LIVED out here. Fortunately, Porcupines weigh considerably less than Awen and she couldn’t get a good enough foothold to get all the way up to it, but I still had to climb up there and lower her down, barking dog profanities at the porcupine the whole way.
My parents recently acquired a mechanized recliner which has been instumental inmom’s hip surgery recovery. Execpt that Awen Also likes lounging on the furniture, and is more than capable of hitting a large, elder-friendly button with her paw. So now when she gets back from a walk or the dog park she makes a beeline for the living room, get in the recliner and pushes the button until it’s flat and stretches out in it. My parents didn’t have a problem with this because she gets out of the chair when they ask her (Mom even tells her “Go get my chair ready” in winter because she does a good job pre-warming it), until last winter when Arwen taught my dog Charlie, another devoted couch animal how to do this. One afternoon there was a tremendous outburst fo barkign and snarling from the living room and we rished in to find both dogs in the recliner, Charlie on the fully-reclined back and Arwen on the elevated seat and foot rest, bellowing at eachother for control of the recliner, thier movments having pitched it back to it’s two hind feet, the device swaying to and fro like a leather covered boat upon the high seas, a furry mutiny on board. Neither dog was willing to yeild the plush throne, nor to listen to the humans yelling at them to knock it the hell off, until Arwen tackled the usurper, kocking him off and managing to cantaleiver the recliner clean over, flipping it into the hall, both dogs and all humand miraculously unharmed. She still doesn’t let him sit in it.
I love her so much.
(If you got a laugh out of this, please consider donating to my Tip Jar or Paypal to get Arwen (and Charlie!) nice treats)
Evening reblog with an additional Shenanigan I just remembered:
One of the regulars at the dog park was an unfixed basset hound with an obnoxiously indifferent owner. “Brad” shows up pretty much to smoke weed and let “Bojangles” harass the other dogs, in spite of regular complaints about Bo starting fights and trying to mount every dog, leg, and toddler in sight.
One evening, Bo was particularly interested in Arwen, aggressively following her, nipping her heels and trying to mount her, even after her usual wolverine-like Snap’n’Snarl, which has tended to discourage unwanted suitors before. Brad was Too Damn High to notice, as usual, but mom knew that if Arwen actually bit Bo, Arwen would be the one in trouble and was trying to call her when Bo made yet another attempt and Arwen finally had it.
Instead of rightfully tearing his face off, Arwen instead did what Mom described as “A Judo-style front-flip” that pulled Bo clean off the ground and threw him on his back, Arwen landing on her feet like a cat. Bo’s stubby little legs didn’t allow him to right himself before Arwen jumped on him, front paws slamming into his saggy basset balls, squatted over his face, and peed on him.
“ARWEN NO!!” howled my mother as nearly everyone else present laughed, but having made her point, Arwen daintily got off Bo, and trotted to the gate, ready to go home. Bo yelped but got up and skulked away, only moderately bruised, cowering under the bench by Brad, who finally noticed something might be amiss.
Mom remembers hearing “Dude, why is my dog all wet?” right as they were leaving. Apparently nobody told him what happened, becuase Brad still brings Bo to the park, but Bo has much better manners now.
I read this whole thing to my mom and upon reading the end part she was like “OH MY GOD! Our dog Lady once flipped another dog and I didn’t know it was a thing dogs could do!!”
So there’s that.
Update: Arwen was at the vet’s office for a check-up and daycare, and decided partway through the afternoon that the other two kelpies were annoying her, but she didn’t want to go inside to be kenneled for a nap, so she instead…
…ninja’d her way onto the vet’s roof despite there being three people in the yard watching the dogs and no clear way up there. She had a pleasant hour of watching the vet staff try to figure out how she did that and how they were going to get her down before mom came to pick her up.
“Arwen, get your furry butt down here!”
At which point Arwen obidently got down by jumping into a nearby tree that’s technically inside a neighboring house’s yard, shimmied down that like a bear, then walked out of their side yard and back around the block to come sit at Mom’s feet, putting her paws up like she expected a treat.
That tree is not accessible from the daycare yard. We still have no idea how she got up there.
Shine on you beautiful bitch.
This just gets better and better every time i see it
I…
I have fostered doggos for a good majority of my life and my brain simply cannot process half of the bullshit in this post…
What the actual fuck?
Arwen was trained as an Autism Service Dog by inmates as part of a prison rehab/service dog charity program. So like, 90% of her Bullshittery comes down to:
1. She’s a mix of two extremely smart breeds 2. She’s a mix of two extremely energetic breeds 3. The inmates trained her to do lots of “Extracirriculars” like veritcal leaps, how to climb chain-link fence, agility courses, physical-comedy type tricks becuase they finished teaching her the regular Service Dog Cirriculum and wanted to keep working with her. 4. Due to said Extrcirriculars, she doesn’t have any fear of heights, strangers, animals, or the nonsense of other dogs.
She does do the Professional Service Animal thing when we put her vest on, but then she’s working and has things to do like teaching social skills to people or being a living stress ball to someone having a bad time, so all that brains, energy and training can be put towards a productive end, but if she hasn’t got an active job, Shenanigans Ensue.
I love everything about this omg
Update:
She ate a four inch hole in the carpet because someone dropped a pork chop there. She’s completely fine, it all passed without so much as an upset stomach on her part.
-also ate the garden hose because we weren’t spraying her with it.
-conned one of the guys that installed the AC out of his sandwich by pretending to bark at something on the other side of the house, and doubling back when he came to investigate.
-is back on the therapy circuit helping kids in a summer school program get better at reading by having them read books to her. Her favorite student right now is a boy from Venezuela who is still learning English who gives her a big hug every morning. She doesn’t normally like hugs but she puts a paw on his back to hug him back.
I love her. She’s done nothing wrong, ever.
Felt like my blog could use some pure, genuine mirth. Arwen is the kind of dog that makes dogs great. X3
A powerful witch runs away after the villagers try to execute her, couple years later children randomly start disappearing. She’s taking abused children away from their parents and raising them in the woods. But once they grow up and leave, they forget how to get to the witch’s house and their memories of her become blurry.
The town was evil. But the children? They were still pure, there was still good in their hearts, trickling out of their mouth and ears and gentle hands.
She stayed there for years, trying to protect them as much as she can. Even after the villagers had enough of a witch living amongst them, she still took in the lost children.
Every parent’s worst nightmare is their children growing up. The witch was no different.
Her kids, they called her mama once. And now when they passed her as adults, they didn’t even give her a second glance. As far as she figured, they didn’t remember her at all.
(She’d tried talking to Benjamin once, one of her favourites, because he had been a clingy child who couldn’t bear to leave her side. He was thirty when she tried visiting him. When she approached him, he treated her kindly, but the kind of pleasantness you show to strangers and not someone you call your mother.)
The witch was sad, of course. But there was nothing she could do; they had to go, sooner or later.
One of her boys entered her room. “Mama?”
It was Peter, her oldest. He was turning eighteen in a couple of days, and soon it would be his turn to leave.
It hurt her to see him already.
“Yes, love?”
“I am leaving soon,” Peter said. A statement, not a question. “But I don’t want to.”
“You have to, love. None of your siblings wanted to leave,” she answered, simply. “But the hour you turn eighteen, you’ll forget. And you’ll wander off, and then you’ll never find your way back.”
Peter looked sulky. “Isn’t there some way to make me not forget? I don’t want to forget you, ever.”
She almost laughed because of how close she was to crying. Her boy. Her sweet, sweet boy.
“I’m sorry, love.”
He slammed the door behind her when he left. Peter had always been a fiery one.
When she opened the door on the day of Peter’s eighteenth birthday, she expected him to be gone by then.
Instead, her boy was sitting on the bed cross-legged, holding an empty bottle.
He had drunk a potion. An anti-aging potion.
“I found a way, mama,” he said, his eighteen-year-old hands clasping here, firmly. “I don’t want to forget you.”
He left, too, when he got bored of being cooped up in the house with no company. But he visited her every few years, bringing her stories of how he visited children, following in her footsteps.
They called him Peter Pan, the boy who never grows up.
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So cool.
CHIIIIIILLLLLS
OH MY GOD. I am CRYING
When the train arrives, Amanda is more than a tad confused.
There are abandoned train tracks across the town–the only ones for miles around–but this train–
This train is massive. It reminds her of the Polar Express story her mother used to read for Christmas. Amanda stands at the front, and when she looks down, she can’t see the end. The dark color blends in with the night air. Even the softly glowing lights emitting from behind closed blinds don’t help her. But even when she squints–nothing. It’s like it goes on forever, stretching across the world–the universe. Never ending.
The train looks fancier than anything in her town–more luxurious than anything her little family could afford.
But it’s here. Right in front of her.
She was just returning from her midnight walk to clear her head. Insomnia is like that sometimes, but now Amanda fears she hasn’t been getting nearly enough sleep. Or maybe it’s her new medication–were hallucinations a side-effect?
She can’t dwell on the topic long, because a door slides open, and a tall, thin man leans out. He looks unreal, with handsome features that mismatch with his gangly frame. He wears a five o’clock shadow and his hair sticks up like he’s been running his fingers through it.
He takes one look at Amanda and tsks. “What are you waiting for, my dear? We still have one more stop to go in this town.” He steps down and reaches his hand out. “Well, come on. You can fill out the information sheet on the train.”
Amanda feels frozen in place. She can hear her father berating her already, warning her of stranger danger. She’s never faced this problem before, coming from a town where everybody knows everybody.
“What?” Oh, yes, so eloquent. She should just run. Yeah, that sounds about right.
She twists on her heels, but the conductor grabs her arm. It isn’t rough–in fact, it’s more like a soft touch.
“We can take you anywhere, you know. Just hop on.”
Anywhere? That sounds tempting. And if this is a hallucination, Amanda might as well go through with it, right? No fun in running from something fake.
“Okay,” she says, and then she steps inside.
-
The inside is… soft.
The lights, the cushions, the gentle murmurs that fill each train. Everything is so soft–so comfortable. It makes Amanda’s eyes droopy.
“Remember to fill out the information sheet,” the conductor tells her, and then he disappears. Immediately after that, the train begins chugging forward.
There is a nearby seat, separated from the others a comfortable distance. Amanda sits. Suddenly, a boy swoops in, his dark skin reflective in the lights. His smiles is the brightest thing in the train cart. “Here is the information sheet, and several writing utensils. Pick one of your choice. The, uh, writing utensil, that is. The information sheet is mandatory.” He looks sheepish, but his smile is still nearly blinding.
“Uh, okay,” Amanda says, and then the boy disappears.
There are several questions on the paper, but most are crossed out. Only one remains.
What is your choice of destination? Remember, anywhere is allowed!
Amanda holds a pen along the provided line. The Bahamas? New York? Paris or London? She can barely even think of everywhere she wanted to visit while sitting alone in her room.
No–Amanda can only think of one place she wants to be.
The pen shakes as she writes, but then she’s done. The boy swoops back in, smile wide, and glances at her paper. His face wavers for just a second, but then he grabs the paper. “One second please, while I get the manager.”
“Um”–but he’s gone. Amanda lowers her hand to her lap, embarrassed. Her fingers curl together. They said anywhere, but she still doesn’t want to cause a fuss.
But this–this is the only place she wants to be, even for just a second.
-
Amanda feels like she waits forever, but soon enough an elderly woman hobbles her way to the seat across from Amanda. Gingerly, she sits and reaches out a wrinkled hand. “Ms. Tutti, if you will.”
“Amanda. Amanda O’Riley. Nice to meet you.” She takes her hand back. “And you’re the, uh, manager–of what, exactly?”
Ms. Tutti chuckles, coughs. “Ah, ah, don’t worry. Yes, I manage where we go, of course! And you, my dear, are already a special case. But now you wish for this–to travel back in time?”
Amanda nods. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Then you must understand the rules, Miss O’Riley. Are you all right at following rules?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Amanda sits up straighter and begins twiddling her thumbs. Her father did always say she has a terrible fidgeting habit.
“Bah, enough with that ma’am junk. Makes me feel old.” Ms. Tutti shifts in her seat as the train slows down again. The conductor did say there is another stop in town. “Now, for the rules. Number one? You cannot affect the future. At least not too majorly. No saving a person, and most certainly no killing anyone. Two: You cannot stay for long. Remaining back in time too long often results in breaking rule number one. Three: Sharing is not caring in this instance. Do not tell anyone you have traveled back in time. It leads to all sorts of messes I have to go back and clean up.” She clears her throat. “Got that? Yes? Okay. Well, then I’m done here.”
Ms. Tutti shuffles out of her seat, but before she can make it too long, she stops and turns around. “Oh, and because you’re such a special case, Amanda, you are going to have to wait a long while before you can make it to your stop.”
Amanda leans out of her seat. “Yes, m– I mean, okay. I can do that.”
Ms. Tutti nods and continues on her way.
-
The train crawls to a stop. It isn’t jolting, like Amanda thought it would be, but it is sudden. She knew there was another stop, but she forgot how small her town is compared to the train. The power is to move the train must have been immense. She wondered what they used.
The conductor’s voice travels through the door. “Come along now, madam. The train for anywhere and everywhere is about to take off. Mr. Allan will show you the way. Yes, yes, Mr. Allan, show her right through that door– Yes, ma’am, you heard me right–anywhere you desire.”
The door in front of Amanda slides open, and the young boy followed by a frail, sickly woman walk through.
“Mrs. Walker?” Amanda asks. “Is that really you?”
“Why, Amanda!” Mrs. Walker hurries forward. “You just visited me in the hospital yesterday. What are earth are you doing here?”
“Ah,” Mr. Allan interrupts. “She’s a special case, madam. Now, if you will, your seat is down here. You may continue your conversation after you fill out your information sheet.” He gestures Mrs. Walker forward. “Come come, now.”
While Mr. Allan walks Mrs. Walker away, the face on Amanda’s must have been confused enough to make other people worried about her. A middle-aged man leaves his seat and plops down in front of her.
“You really have no idea what’s going on, huh?” He twirls his overgrown goatee around his thick fingers.
“No, not really. And Mr. Allan seems… busy.” Amanda hesitates. This not-hallucination is starting to seem all too real. But Amanda–Amanda doesn’t feel worried. Even though she has no idea what is going on, the whole atmosphere–it feels soothing without being smothering. She may be antsy, but that’s because she is meeting so many new people all in one day. Where she’s from, she’s known practically everyone since birth. No new people to meet–ever.
“Could you explain for me?”
The man leans back in his seat, stretches; he looks completely relaxed, while she feels like she must act overly formal in her ratty sweats and T-shirt she wears to sleep.
“Why, sure.” He waves his hand around. “Most of these people here are dead–maybe even all of them.”
Amanda blinks. Her heart stutters, mouth dries. “Are you–are you saying I’m… I’m what?”
A panicked look crosses the man’s face. “No, uh–gosh.” He rubs his face. “How do I explain this? Now, don’t feel offended, but I kinda… kinda listened in on her conversation earlier. And I’ve been on here a long time. Special case can mean anything–anything but already dead. You could have gotten lucky and your wish upon a shooting star is coming true.”
Amanda did make many wishes on shooting stars–well, one wish every chance she got.
“Look, this train”–he waves around again–“this train is the way to heaven, but everyone gets to go somewhere beforehand.”
How strange, Amanda thought. It isn’t a stairway to heaven. It’s a train.
“That totally makes sense,” she says, straight faced.
“Really? ‘Cause I thought the lady that told me was loony at first. I was like, ‘No way, I’m not dead.’ But, y’know? I got over it. Not that you have anything to get over, but–”
“No, it’s fine.” She smiles, but it feels fragile. Mrs. Walker had been very sick, stuck for days on end in their tiny hospital. Her partner was just getting ready to transfer her to a better one. Amanda had only visited her the once. Now she’s dead. Amanda wonders where she’s going. She had always talked about visiting her family’s old home in Germany.
Amanda looks up at the man in front of her. He’s rubbing sweat from his palms on his faded jeans. “I guess this is like a last wish type of situation.”
He perks up, points at her. “Yeah, kinda like that exactly!” Then he peers around her. “Ah, gotta go. My stop is coming up. But if you have any questions, pretty much anyone here can answer them!” He stands up, giddy. “Off to Tokyo! I didn’t practice all that Japanese for nothing after all!”
Amanda closes her eyes, remembers how he said he’d been on the train for ages. She thinks about her destination. When she finally blinks them open, the man is gone.
-
Amanda is tired. It is the middle of the night.
She closes her eyes.
-
Amanda wakes up occasionally–eats, drinks, drifts off again. During that time, more people get off, even more get on.
She’s been gone from home for days, she knows. She wonders how worried her father is. She wonders if time even works the same way on this weird, magical train.
-
Her head hurts.
She thinks that’s part of the reason why she’s been sleeping so much. She asks around when she’s conscious, but no one else suffers from headaches or migraines.
“We’re all dead,” they say. “What’s left to hurt.”
It at least assures Amanda she isn’t dead. Maybe she just needs to get out of the train–be outside again.
-
The train is empty.
The once frequent chatter is long gone, and only Amanda remains. The train stops. The door slides open.
“Are you ready?” the conductor asks. Amanda’s head pounds, but she nods. She’s wants this more than anything.
Mr. Allan shows up, his smile soft. His teeth aren’t showing. Even Ms. Tutti is there to send her off.
She says, “I’m ready,” and steps outside.
-
Amanda is seven again.
Young, fresh, unhurt and unscarred.
And there stands her mother–frustrated with little Amanda’s temper tantrum, with her refusal to give her mother a goodbye hug.
Amanda wants that hug more than anything. It’s the last thing her mama asked of her before she died.
She only wants to be held in her mother’s arms.
“Mom!” she cries, and runs, runs, runs as fast as she can toward her mama.
Mama looks confused, but she kneels down anyway.
Amanda crashes into her, squeezes hard. She thinks long and hard about that number one rule, and if breaking it is worth it. It sure seems like it.
But in her mother’s arms, one last time–Amanda can let go. She can release her pent up guilt, her anger. Amanda relaxes in her mama’s soft, comforting arms. Even her headache dissipates.
“I love you,” she whispers.
“And I love you too, sweetheart,” Mama says.
They hug one, two, three short seconds longer. The train wails. Mama can’t hear it, but Amanda can.
“Have fun on your trip, Mama,” Amanda says–but she knows. She knows Mama never makes it.
Mama pets her hair. “I’ll be waiting to see you again.” She kisses Amanda’s forehead, and then she’s opening the car door.
Amanda runs back to the train. Before she reenters, she turns around and waves at Mama. Mama waves back, blows a kiss.
Amanda catches it and holds it close to her heart.
-
“I’m sorry,” Ms. Tutti says. “You were in a coma. And now…”
“I’m not.” Amanda had felt this coming. “I’m dead.”
“Yes. Again, I’m very sorry. But now you only have one more stop.” Ms. Tutti’s watery smile makes Amanda cry. Her father must be so devastated.
Amanda will wait for him up in heaven.
-
The train comes to a stop.
It’s strange, as stops are mostly made in the dead of night. Here, it is bright outside. The ground looks soft, likes clouds.
And it’s loud. Heaven is bustling.
“Goodbye, everyone,” she says, waving.
“Farewell,” the conductor says.
Mr. Allan and Ms. Tutti wave.
Amanda exits the train one last time.
-
The brightness almost hurts her eyes.
She has no idea where she’s going, can barely see anything. So she just walks–any direction, whatever feels right.
But then there is a hand on her arm, and she’s pulled into a hug.
Her Mama’s hug.
“I’ve missed you so much, sweetheart.”
“I have too,” Amanda says.
The hug lasts one, two, three more seconds.
Longer.
(But it’s okay when the hug ends–because now Amanda can get one whenever she feels like it.)
MY HEART
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Farewell online privacy
What happened?
Trump happened.
just get a VPN?
You can’t just tell people to ‘get a VPN (Virtual Private Network)’. Buying a VPN is like buying a house. It’s very very important. Having no VPN or having a ‘wrong’ one can seriously damage your life. Especially for Americans because their privacy laws are garbage. I am going to try explain why you should get a VPN but bare with me, I am from Germany and my English is far from perfect.
Let’s start with a simple test. Click this link here: https://whatismyipaddress.com/ It will tell your IP adres, your ISP (internet service provider), and your location. The location might not be very accurate, but then again, it’s just a simple website. Imagine what the government can do!
So basically, everyone can find out where you live. But there is more danger. Your ISP. Your ISP logs your every move online and they are required to keep it in case the government wants access to it (or if a 3rd party wants to buy your data (yikes). They have everything. What websites you visit. How long you stay on a website. What you download. Your search terms. European laws are more subtle on this but if you are from the US you are #@*#&, especially because Trump doesn’t support the open internet. It’s scary but maybe in the future you can’t get a job because the recruiter knows your searched on ‘how to deal with depression’ or anythings else that’s supposed to be private because it’s your f*cking right. Or you get a $100k fine because you pirated a movie 15 years ago. You need a VPN. You’re dumb for not using one. but what does a VPN do?
A VPN encrypts all your data so if it were be intercepted no one can ‘crack the code’ and damage your privacy.
Usually being online goes like this (simplified): Your computer —-> ISP (—–> keeps data —–> sells it)
But with a VPN it goes like: Your computer —–> VPN (encrypts data)—–> ISP (ISP can’t see shit)
Furthermore, a VPN hides your IP address and location by giving you another IP address located in Spain for example (you can often choose from a list and change as many times as you want).
Now that you know why you should get a VPN and what is does it is important to educate yourself because people often choose the wrong VPN. VPN providers are also businesses and have to obey the law. If you choose a VPN provider located in the US then you are throwing your money away because the laws in the US shits on your privacy. If the US gov wants the provider to give all their logs they have to obey. The ISP still can’t see what you are doing online and sell your data but the US gov can interfere with your VPN provider so NEVER CHOOSE A PROVIDER LOCATED IN THE US.
I just wanted to make that very clear so my followers don’t buy false security.
There is still more danger! Who says your VPN provider isn’t selling your data? You need to check their logging policy. Do they keep logs? If yes, what for? For how long do they keep them? Tip: Choose a provider who doesn’t keep logs
More about law The US is part of the Five Eyes program (the worst):
The Five Eyes, often abbreviated as FVEY, is an intelligence alliance comprising Australia, Canada, New Zealand, the United Kingdom and the United States. These countries are bound by the multilateral UKUSA Agreement, a treaty for joint cooperation in signals intelligence (source)
There is also a Nine Eyes (bit better) and Fourteen Eyes Program (better). You don’t want a VPN provider who is located in one the Five Eyes countries. If you had to choose go for a provider located in a country that’s part of the Fourteen Eyes Program or even better, go for a country that isn’t part of any program!
I know this is a shitty explanation and please pardon my english but now it’s time to do your own research. Take your privacy seriously. Maybe WWIII breaks out and you get killed for liking the ‘wrong’ FB-page.
Go to this website: https://thatoneprivacysite.net/simple-vpn-comparison-chart/
Make sure that your future VPN provider both has green boxes for Privacy Jurisdiction and Privacy Logging.
I recommend ovpn.se and trust.zone. ovpn is located in Sweden so they are part of the 14 Eyes Program and they keep minimal logs. Their business ethics, however, are alright.
Trustzone is located in the Seychelles. No country can interfere and their privacy jurisdiction is the best you can get. The US want your data but needs to get it from Trustzone? The Seychelles will simply give them the finger and wave them goodbye. However, this makes this provider very appealing for people who torrent and criminals because they keep no logs (and that is how it shoud be) Also, there are almost no marketing efforts so this provider is one the cheapest)
Also, often providers such as ExpressVPN are being called ‘The Best’ on websites about VPNs but know that this is just marketing which also makes those provider more expensive (and they too shit on your privacy)
This must be the worst article you have ever read but please, please take your privacy very seriously.
EDIT: I got many people asking me which provider I use. For those who want to know, I use Trust Zone. They offer a free 3-day trial with no strings attached. But still do your own research!
I am also with Trustzone but I think you forgot to explain one of it’s most important features. It protects you when you are using someone else’s Wi-Fi. If you are at Starbucks and you use their Wi-Fi your privacy is at risk. Anyone with ill intentions could steal your information. Especially if you are using an unsecured Wi-Fi hotspot. With a VPN your data gets encrypted so no one can steal it.
Wait, what’s going, on? Did trump destroy internet privacy with a bill or something? Where’s the news? Oh wait, why am I getting visions of Alex Jones and selling water purifiers?
He hasn’t yet but he says he wants to. And if he is serious about it it would be really easy to do. Since all our data is already recorded, as the person above explained.
Trump wants more surveillance of Muslim Americans. This in a country where internet privacy is already close to non-existent.
Trust.Zone has a free trial. Use it.
btw this post only has 11k notes? That’s quite disappointing for something this important.
Don’t reblog this post to save a life. Reblog this to protect an entire family!
@earth-ruins @writing-prompt-s Should I get trustzone for my mobile device?
If you use public Wi-Fi, then yes. Which VPN you use is up to you, amigo. Take @earth-ruins advice. Do your own research first.
@elvesfromthedeep just brought the current situation in the US to my attention (March 30, 2017).
Sources
Anger as US internet privacy law scrapped
Congress just voted to let internet providers sell your browsing history
To all my friends in the US, please read this entire post. Making everyone aware of VPNs is going to be my mission. Your privacy matters. Please reblog this post.
Don’t tell me you just wanted to scroll past this. Stop looking at pictures of cats for a moment, okay? Don’t you realize how important this is? This is dangerous! ‘America, the best FREE country in the world’ my ass.
With this new law your ISP can sell your Internet history which could include passwords, usernames, religion, credit card numbers, race and much more to the highest bidder. So here is what I want you to do. You are going to read the whole thing and before you think ’this is so important. Let me reblog this real quick and go back to admiring cats again-’ NO! Don’t reblog this. Take action first. Then reblog. Sign up for a free trial! Trust.Zone offers one (here). Yes. It might be difficult to set up a VPN for some people. But is that going to stop you from protecting yourself and your family? 30 minutes. 30 minutes is all that it takes. 5 if you know how to install software. The problem with some of you is that you see ‘difficult’ as something negative. I want you to see difficult differently. I need you to push through this stuff. You are going to protect yourself. There is nothing negative about that. VPNs are fun and costsaving too! A VPN bypasses geographical restrictions so you can access websites you normally can’t or you could start Netflix’s one month free trial over and over again- forever. And it’s legal! (unless you use it to buy weapons etc.,) Don’t tell yourself that you are too tired and that you will do this tomorrow. Because that isn’t going to happen and you know it. You have to do this right now. You only have to click on it. Don’t let this/shit/life just happen to you. Take yourself seriously. Get a VPN.
Privacy is not a privilege, it’s a fundamental human right
Ok sorry that it’s so freaking long and also sorry for the language, but this is extremely important. Please reblog!
Reblogging again bc this is important
Jake waits at the bar for the date he made on his favorite online dating app while drinking a whiskey. "I wonder what this Lace girl is like."
Lace bit her lip as she enters the bar. She is dressed in a black and red dress that wasn’t too fancy but cute enough to show effort. She glanced around looking for this Jake fellow. She was new to online dates she so was a bit nervous.
He smiles when he sees her, recognizing Lace by the colors of her dress he gets up and slowly makes his way to her. “Am I right in guessing you’re the beautiful Lace I’m talking out tonight?” He holds out his hand for her.
Lace blushed a bit as she looked at her date. Jake was a bit more handsome than they thought from his profile pic. She gave a nod as she extended her hand to him. “Yes, I’m Lace. I guess your Jake then. Nice to meet you.”
He shakes her hand looking at how beautiful she is. “Nice to meet you too. Is there anything you want to drink?” He leads her to an open table, pulling out the chair for her to sit down.
“Um well, a light beer would be nice. Nothing too strong please I’m a bit of a lightweight when it comes to alcohol and such.” She smiled a bit as she took her seat and try to relax her mind.
“Of course.” He comes back after a bit with a light beer and another whiskey, sitting down beside you. “You look so much more beautiful in person you know.”
Lace blushes brighter at his comment. “Oh I bet you say that to all the girls.” She spoke but was secretly enjoying it. “So ummmm tell me about yourself.
“Oh I don’t say that to most people actually.” He smirks and puts his hand next to yours. “I’m a pokemon breeder, and my specialty are the johto pokemon. But I do breed others on request.”
“Oh wow a breeder, that sound so exciting. I can’t say my job is exciting. I design clothes and outfits for shows and contest mostly. I make pokemon theme ones mostly.” She smiled at him.
“That’s not true, the pokemon themes in fashion have a great effect on what types come in and out of popularity.” He smiles back.
“Thanks, that means a lot to me.” She smiled as she took his hand and gave it a little squeeze. “So ummm shall we have some food then and chat some more? I would love to learn more about you.”
“I’d love that.” He squeezes her hand back gently. “So, what would you like to eat? It is my treat after all.” He hands her a menu and smiles.
“Well, I would like some fish and chips if you’re in the mood.” She smiled as she bit her lip a bit. She was hungry and looking forward to a good meal to fill her belly.
“I’m sure that can be arranged cutie, but I’d need to know which sauce you’d like to eat it with.” He squeezes her hand as he begins to wave their waiter over to order.
“Well if its sauce then Barbecue sauce is my choice.” She giggled a bit as she gave his hand a squeeze in turn. “What about you? What do you like yours with?”
“I’m going to get a burger, fish isn’t really my thing but I do enjoy ketchup with it.” He blushes, embarrassed by how picky and simple he was with food.
“Alright then. Burgers are yummy as well.” She smiled as she try to think up more things to say to him. She wasn’t sure what else to talk about.
“So, would you like to come by later and see some pokemon in their own semi-natural habitat?” He asks, worried that their date would quickly become awkward.
“Oh yes I would like that, sorry its been like forever since I was on a date, I guess I’m a little nervous and all. I’m not used to talking a lot you see.” She blushed as she gave a shy smile.
“Don’t worry about it, I’d rather have a shy date than one who doesn’t bother to remember they’re actually on a date.” He leans over and kisses her cheek softly. “Sorry if that was a little too forward.”
Lace was so red in the face but she was giggling none the less. “hehehe Oh no I don’t mind at all….and thanks…its nice to be out with someone who likes a shy girl~” She smirked as she stroked her foot against his leg.
Jake smiles when he feels her foot on him. “It’s my pleasure, after all shy girls are the best kind of girl.” He loves how red she got and squeezes her hand gently. “Is there anything you’d like to do after dinner?”
“Well let’s see how dinner goes…..maybe we could do something fun together~” She giggles a bit as she stocking foot strokes his leg a bit more. She wanted to show her affection to his kindness a bit, her friends said guys love this sort of thing.
Jake starts to get hard as he laughs softly. “Oh really? And what kind of fun did you have in mind beautiful.” He would never admit it in the open but he loved how sexy lace was when she ran her foot over his leg.
“Hehehe you’ll have to wait and see~ Who knows after all a lady like me is into a lot of crazy things~” She winked at him as she ran her foot all the way to his crotch, smiling brightly at what she felt. That was one thing she didn’t have to worry about with him tonight.
“Well then it’s a good thing I’m a patient man who loves girls who are into crazy things.” He kisses her cheek softly again as he feels her foot on his crotch. Jake smiles as her foot feels his hard cock he gently grabs it and holds it there for a few seconds. “Feel something you like?”
“Maybe~” She giggles a bit as she was red in the cheeks. She was glad he was enjoying her little teases. It was fun to do something like this with a cute guy. She bit her lip as she wonders if he would be ok with her though. “So ummm before we get into anything further I think you should know that I’m a trans girl. I see myself as a girl and I like to be known as one….its just…well I’m not fully a woman in my eyes yet ok.”
“A Trans girl?” He thinks for a minute before smiling softly and kissing her on the lips. His kiss is gentle, and cautious as he doesn’t know how she’ll react to him. “It doesn’t matter to me whether or not you have the right packaging for a woman downstairs. If you want to be a girl then I’ll treat you like I would any other beautiful woman I’ve ever gone out with.” Fortunately jake had always been fine with Trans girls.
Lace blushed bright red as she hid her face in her hands. She squealed happily as she smiled up at him with a look of pure joy. “Thank you.” She spoke as she brushed her foot along his crotch. “I hope you enjoy this meal because I got a special treat for you handsome~”
Jake moans softly and smiles at her adorable face. “It’s no problem.” He slides his foot under her dress and rubs it along her crotch. “I can’t wait to see what kind of treat you have in store Lace. I bet it’ll be just as amazing as your are~” His cock throbs lightly at the touch of her stocking covered foot.
Lace bits her lips as she feels her own sex throb at his touch. She didn’t know how long she was going to last without jumping his bones at the moment. Thankfully their meal came. She gave a silent prayer of thanks as she giggled and began to eat.
Drake eats slowly, taking his time so he can focus on teasing her with his foot. “It’s very good, isn’t it?” He smiles at her, making sure that her balls get just as much attention. “So would you like to get icecream after dinner? Or relax at one of our homes?”
Lace blushed a bit as she tries not to whimper from his teasing. Oh he was so naughty now. She smiled as she did the same to him. “Icecream sounds nice but I think maybe a cup of tea at your place sounds better~”
“Well that depends, do you like “cream” with your tea~?“ He asks, making sure to trace her cock when he does. “After all, they go fantastic together~” ja,e keeps eating, trying not to moan from her expert footwork.
Lace blushed at his corny comment but still she was looking forward to the fun that they were going to have soon. “Well I do also love a bit of sugar as well~” She wiggled her toes against his crotch a bit.
“Keep it up and I’ll have to drown you in sugar sexy~” Jake eats a friend slowly, twisting it between his lips like she would with a cock to tease her. “So how much longer do you want to stay here before going back to my place?”
“I think once we’re done with our meal and a little walk around to relax. Though if you’re going to tease me I may have to just steal you off to the park and just jump your bones there.
“I think I’ll stop teasing you for now, there’s a few too many creeps in the park with cameras for my liking.” Jake puts his shoe back on while taking a slow sip of his drink. “So what kinds of clothing designs have yiu been doing lately?”
“Hehehehhe thanks. Well, I mostly make pokemon theme outfits. I take pics of pokemon and design outfits based on their looks and element and sell them. So far it seems like they are big hits.” She smiled as she took a sip of her own drink.
“What brand do you sell under? I might have heard of it.” He smiles back as their food arrived and he started to eat, taking his time just to spend more time with the beautiful woman in front of him.
“PhantomRibbon. It’s my own personal brand. I have a small collection but I mostly do outfit repairs for pokemon coordinators. I make a bit of coin that way. Still I want to grow my brand and well go big maybe.” She smiled as she ea her own meal.
He laughs softly and smiles. “I know that brand, I often hear the girls in my town talking about how they love to see your take on pokemon placed on their lingerie.” He pauses while eating. “In fact your brand is the most popular for cute and sexy underwear in my customer area. I regularly have girls coming in for pokemon that you’ve used in your work.”
Lace blushed at his praise and the fact she was popular. “Really? Your not just saying that are you? I thought most people didn’t like ghost type pokemon all that much.” She smiled as she blushed more, enjoying her meal as she smiled at him more.
“Are you kidding? You’re brand has the sexiest underwear I’ve ever seen.” Jake continues to eat as he smiles back. “Of course you’re also the cutest designer I’ve met too you know.”
Lace was red in the face as she looked at him. She couldn’t help but smile as she was being praised by her date. He was becoming a real romantic gentleman now. “Oh stop your going to make me so red now.” She giggled as she bit her lip. “Maybe I’ll show off a few of my pieces to you later tonight~”
“I’d love to see you model your lingerie for me~ And I’m sure I can come up with the proper payment you’d want for it.” Jake leans over the table and kisses Lace softly, wanting to feel his partners soft lips on his.
Lace closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss. She moaned happily against his lips as she smiled. She slowly pulled away as she blushed at him. “Tease…..keep this up and I may give you a nice little surprise as well~”
“I do like a good surprise~” Jake smirks and holds her hand. “So is there anything you want to do after dinner? Besides enjoying the night anything my place sexy~.”
“Oh I don’t know, I’m sort of eager to give you a show now. I mean maybe after a bit of fun we could get some ice cream or a light drink?” She smiled as she was finishing up her meal. She was excited for what was to come.
“Well then you’re on a date with the right man, I have a full bar and 7 different kinds of icecream at my place.” He waves over the waiter bad pays their bill, giving him a decent tip. “Ready to go sexy~”
“Oh I am more than eager now~” She spoke up. Excited to see where the date would go now. She was so happy she took a chance on this date tonight. She hooked her arm through his as they walked out.
“Well it’ll be my pleasure to make sure I don’t disappoint you~” He smiles, holding her close to him as they walk. He lead her home and made sure to take a short, but scenic route for her.
Lace enjoy the walk with him. Part of her wanted to tease and play with him outside but she decided against it as she wanted him all to herself indoors and have her real fun with him. She bit her lip as she gave him an ass grab as they got closer to his home.
Jake smirked, giving her ass a light smack in return for her grab. “Did you enjoy the walk?” He asks as he leads her into his home. There was nothing more he wanted to do than take her as soon as they entered but he showed restraint while locking the door behind them.
Lace walked in and looked around. She smiled as she admired how nice his home looked and welcoming it was. She looked back at him before speaking. “Can I use the restroom to wash up a bit?”
“Of course you can, I could never say no to a beautiful woman.” Jake kisses her softly before walking over to the fridge. “So, what would you like to drink? I’ve got everything from water to the strongest alcohol there is.”
“If you got some rum and coke I would love that~” She spoke as she winked at him, heading off to the bathroom. Once inside she smiled as she made sure she looked her best before pulling down her panties and placing them in her bag. She plan to tease his ass hard now.
“Easy enough sexy~” He makes her a glass of rum and coke, making sure to use the best alcohol he had for it. After he finished, he began to decide how exactly he would be toying with his date before it was time for them to have fun together.
Lace came out of the bathroom. She smiled at her date as she moved to him. She took her glass and smiled as she took a sip before dropping her panties on the table before walking away, her bare ass flashing now and then at him.
Jake wrapped his arms around her from behind after the third time she flashed him. His bulge was pressing against her as he whispered into her ear. “If you keep that up we’ll have to skip that private underwear modeling and go straight to the main event~”
Lace giggled at him as she looked over her shoulder. “Hehehe I can’t help but tease. Its fun to see how horny you can get~ Does my cute butt turn you that on big boy?” She grins as she wiggles against his crotch.
Jake bites her neck gently while giving her cock a few strokes. “It’s all I can do to keep from bending you over the table and taking you now little girl~” He gives her ass a firm smack before letting go and getting himself a glass of vodka.
Lace moans at the slap. Her switch was no flipped and she didn’t care. She stood before him, undoing her dress as she lets it drop to the floor. She bites her lips as she bends over the table and shakes her fine ass at him. “Just fuck me~”
“I gonna make you mine sexy~” Jake smirks as he strips quickly, pressing his tip against her ass. He slams all the way into her with one thrust before slamming in and out of her like a jackhammer.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh oh Fuck yes!” She screams out as she pressed her palms on the table. The force of his thrust makes her shake against the wood. She moans as she feels his hard cock going in so deep so fast. “Mmmmmmmm yes!”
Jake bit her neck as he used even more power. He reached around and began to stroke Lace’s cock as he kept pounding her wildly over the table. “How does it feel sexy?”
“OH ARCEUS DON’T STOP!” She shouted as she arched her back and loved how hard he was with her. The feel of his teeth on her neck, the hard thrust of his hips into her ass, she was loving every moment of it all!
“EVEN ARCEUS WON’T KEEP ME FROM FUCKING YOU!!” Jake replies back, as he keeps biting and sucking on her neck. He starts to use even more power to the point where anymore power and the table would start sliding across the floor.
“AHHHHHH FUCK YEEEEEESSS!” Lace was lost on the pleasure, she moaned and groaned happily as she was being taken by Jake. She loved it, the power, the force, how he just fucked her without care. She could feel her climax upon her so soon.
Jake was fucking her like a wild animal in heat. At this point he was going to keep fucking her until she was begging to have her ass filled with his seed. He smirked as he gave Lace a good hard slap across her tight ass.
AHHHHH FUCK!” She shouted as she panted and bit her lip. The pain and pleasure that flowed through her body was a thrilling effect on her mind. She wanted more of it, the sensation of pleasure and pain mixing together. She moaned to Jake as she pressed her ass up to him. “Give it to me~”
Jake only responded by starting to repeatedly slap her ass hard. Since Lace appeared to like the pain he was going to make sure she got plenty of it. “You’re mine now~” He made sure to emphasize his words with extra hard thrusts.“
“Ahhhhh ohh fuck!” She moaned aloud, drooling over the table as she lost herself in the painful pleasure. She was such a slut for this sort of stuff but she didn’t care. She was enjoying herself and was so close to climaxing now.
Jake’s cock began to throb lightly, he was getting close to cumming and wanted to reward Lace when she came with his hot seed. Being able to fuck and slap her ass like it was his personal property wasn’t something he normally did but Jake couldn’t deny enjoying it.
“Ohhhhhh cum in me, oh please cum in my slutty ass master~” She let the last word slip, teasing him and hoping it was enough to get him to cum and pour it all into her ass. She smiled as she let him destroy her.
Lace’s final words pushed him over the edge. Jake came hard, blasting his thick load deep into her ass as he turned her head and kissed her deeply. “You’re mine now sexy~”
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh all yours~” She spoke as she gasped and smiled happily. She moaned as she rolled her hips happily, glancing over at him as she gave him a wink. “Mmmmmmmm I see someone likes to do it rough~”
“You seemed to like it rough. And I hate disappointing beautiful women~” Jake kissed her deeply as he picked her up and carried her over to his bed. “Now tell me, how do I warn the honor of a private underwear viewing and you staying the night?”
“Mmmmmmmmmm well a ten-minute cuddle session and some sweet kisses should be enough to get you those things~” She smiled as she nuzzles up against his neck.
“I think I can pay that price.” He kisses her nose as he lies down on the bed. Jake wraps his arms around her and cuddles, keeping her close to his warm and muscular body.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm and here is your change~” She spoke as she snuggled him back and gave him a few kisses upon his lips.” Mmmmm oh you were a real stud you know that~”
“It’s easy to be a stud when there’s an amazing vixen in front of me.” He kisses back softly and smiles as they cuddle. “I don’t think I could have performed half as well if you weren’t my partner.”
“Mmmmmmmm such praise~ hehehe guess I bring out the best in you ehe?” She giggled at him as she winked before wiggling her ass against her crotch. “Mmmmmmmm in a bit want to see me dress up in something sexy?”
“That’s right you do bring out the best in me” Jake smiled and kissed her neck softly as he gave her ass a gentle squeeze. “I’d love to see you dress up in something sexy, and hopefully more than one sexy thing”
“hehehehe Oh I got a whole closet full of outfits for events such as this. I just hope a strong man like yourself has enough self-control to not just jump me in the first things I plan to wear for you~” She chuckled as he nipped his neck playfully.
“Well depending on what you want I’ll either wait to the end or fuck you in every outfit you show me~” He smiles and moans softly when she nips his neck. “And afterwards I’d love to have you stay the night.
Lace giggled as she nodded. She quickly moved over to her closet, disappearing for a few minutes before coming out in a long black lace nightgown that split down the middle, She twirled around it it for him. “You like?”
Jake smiled and clapped as he saw it. “That’s amazing Lace, it’s the best nightgown I’ve ever seen.” His cock was slowly starting to harden as he watched her show.
“Oh just you wait~” She teased as she went back into the closet and after a few minutes came out in a dark lopunny nightgown, with fluffy ears, tail, and see-through fabric. “So what do you think?”
Jake’s cock shot up like a rocket. “I think you just proved me wrong. And made my cock harder than it has ever been before.” He got up and slowly made his way over to Lace.
Lace let out a little giggle as she allowed him to come to her. Her hands snaked around to his ass, gripping his cheeks hard as she bit her lip while looking up at him. “So you going to fuck this naughty Lopunny or do I have to beg you to?”
“Depends, does my naughty Lopunny want her sweet ass pounded or does she want me in her mouth?” Jake kissed her softly as he wrapped his arms around her. “Or maybe you have something else in mind for this.”
Lace giggled a bit as she wiggled her ass a bit. “mmmmmmmm well how about I get you nice and ready for me~” She spoke a she soon knelt down before him, her hands grasping his cock as she gave the shaft a long slow lick.
Jake moaned as he felt the girls warm tongue slide up his shaft. “Fuck~ you give the best blowjobs I’ve ever had baby~” He stares down at her and gives her ass a light, teasing slap.
Lace moans around his cock, loving the light slap on her rear as she grins before sucking on the tip. She happily takes his whole cock, gobbling it up as she bobs her head back and forth. She was going to blow his mind with her BJ skills.
Jake placed a hand on Lace’s head and helped her bob her head along his cock as precum began leaking from his tip. “That’s it baby~ you look better than any Lopunny in the world on this position~.”
Lace giggled a bit aginst his shaft, laughing to herself as she did her best to suck him off. She had picked up a trick from Cascade and began to focuse on the tip and did a sucking pop manuver. She was told it would make men weak in the knees.
Jake’s cock throbbed and a little precum shot into Lace’s mouth. He hadn’t extend what she was starting to do and reacted well to it. However, the sucking pop maneuver was far from being able to make him weak in the knees.
Lace moaned as she fondles his balls, sucking and squeezing them gently as she looked up at him, staring him down with a grin to her as she moaned and gagged as she took his whole shaft into her mouth.
Jake moaned loudly as he felt his entire cock enter Lace’s mouth. He grabbed the wall to hold himself steady as his partner took his cock deeper into her mouth than it normally went with anyone else.
Lace was soon at the base of his cock. She gave a little smirk at him as she reached under and fondle his balls all the while sucking on his whole shaft like some big popsicle. She moaned as she wiggled her ass as she enjoys the thickness inside her mouth.
what the fuck
I NEED 40 PEOPLE TO UNFOLLOW ME
uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh marvel is overrated
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm star wars didn’t need to continue
the only good video game is minecraft
JUST TEN MORE
PINEAPPLE ON PIZZA IS GOOD AND MINT ICE CREAM IS THE BEST ICE CREAM
AAAAAAAAAAAA
childhood memories
Cosmonaut Project 2017:
Exploring a beautiful planet.
shopping carts in random places make me sad
there is nothing for you there friend