Awholelottayeehaw - Howdy, Ya'll

Getting these done at least a month in advance cause I know my tired ass during the school year might be too tired to fully participate during the month.

KINKTOBER 2022

HELLO EVERYONE!!!

It's that time of year again!! Kinktober is back, and by popular demand, I have created a new list for this year with some new options that last year didn't have.

For each day, there are two options, giving you optimal comfort level of creating! Or you can try something else and challenge yourself!

The image with the list, as well as a text version, is below the cut! I’ve also included a themed header if you’d like to post that along with your creations!

I’m so excited to see what you come up with! Any fandom! Any characters! Any creations!

Please tag my account (@the-purity-pen) and #tppkinktober2021 in your creations so I can see!

My only stipulation is to PLEASE be over the age of 18 in order to create for this event. Any minors participating and tagging me, will be blocked.

69 // Dirty Talk

A/B/O // Floor Sex

Anal // Glove Kink

Breath Play // Missionary

Breeding // Leather/Latex

Cockwarming // Morning Sex

Costumes // Sex Toys

Creampie // Voice Kink

Double Penetration // Stripping

Drunk Sex // Spanking

Erotic Photos // Rimming

Exhibitionism/Voyeurism // Hate/Angry Sex

Face Sitting/Fucking // Dry Humping

Fisting // Love Bites/Marks

Group Sex // Overstimulation

Bath/Shower Sex // Intercrural Sex

Licking // Pegging

Bondage // Lingerie

Boot Worship // Masturbation

Dirty Dancing // Mirror Sex

Nipple Play // Praise Kink

Object Insertion // Phone Sex

Food Play // Orgasm Denial

Outdoor Sex // Tender Sex

Pet Play // Sex Pollen

Sexting // Wax Play

Sensory Deprivation // Stockings

Formal Wear // Strap-Ons

Body Worship // Table Sex

Public Sex // Temperature Play

FREE CHOICE

Pedro Pascal SNL + Jimmy Fallon Thots

I decided to put my opinions about both with a score beneath the break in case anyone hasn't seen either yet.

Jimmy Fallon: 1/5 Stars

Pedro looked great, but boy Fallon fumbled the ball a bit with his interview questions. I was texting one of my BFFs about it while we watched together and I was shocked that it was over so quickly. The questions were weak and I felt like didn't give the man much to work on, so aside from looking good it was just hard to watch as a SW/TLOU fan.

SNL: 3/5 Stars

Honestly, the Mario/TLOU mashup had me in tears. But aside from that, I wasn't that impressed with this episode. Pedro felt like he was just... there. Involved but not as a host, which was a weird feeling as a long-time SNL fan. I also felt like they lost out on a LOT of opportunities for TLOU, Mando, and even GOT skits they easily could have made fun of the fact that his characters keep dying horrible deaths and being reluctant father figures. The skits felt like anyone would have been in them and not tailored to him and it was a little disappointing. Especially with Mando coming back in a month.

The other hot take that I'll probably get backlash for but it's whatever is that I thought the hospital and Italian restaurant scenes were really poor taste. As a disabled person who's had nerve and brain damage from injuries as a kid that left me with a speech impediment, I was horrified that they'd make fun of something like that regardless of how funny the accent he used was. I constantly deal/dealt with people making fun of the way I talk because I slur certain words and if I didn't have the self-esteem of a god I probably would have stopped talking altogether. There are ways to make funny skits around that that don't make fun of disabled people. Same with the Italian restaurant scene, it was really uncomfortable watching a woman get ganged up like that. I just couldn't find the humor in either skit.

But the others I did enjoy, especially Mami Pedro. As a Spanish speaker, the skit had me in tears. And even the steak scene, it happened with a former black college roommate of mine who only ever ordered steak extra well and with catsup so I had a lot of great flashbacks to that. But other than those and the TLOU sketch, I felt like this episode just lacked a lot. There was so much potential that I felt like was thrown away and I wish Pedro had been more involved, but it wasn't horrible. I hope SNL and even Pedro do better regarding jokes at the expense of historically underrepresented people moving forward.

Imagine ranting to Din while he repairs the Razor Crest.

finally, it’s written! this request has been sat on my list for a while, so to those who requested it, thank you for your patience! requested by: @ackermanbitch​ and an anon! written by: archie

this is inspired by @yournewwriter‘s gentle prompts: moving you by the waist.

If there was one thing you could do, it was talk.

At first, Din hated it. He hated how you’d walked into the Crest like it was your home when he was only offering you a lift to a nearby system, he’d hated how you’d talked the whole time… and he hated how he’d accidentally grown fond of you.

He became glad to offer you a temporary place by his side when your situation shifted and you needed a residence, but there was no way he was expecting you to stick around for this long and still have so many stories to tell.

Somehow, tuning into your rambles both passed the time and helped him focus. He could fly easily with your words taking up a different space in his brain, and all the hours felt so much shorter, like he’d been travelling the universe beside you. You somehow kept him cheerful and engaged, even in the tough times. You had a natural knack for knowing what kind of story to tell, how to echo and fix his moods with your own experiences, which gave him an outlet for his own emotions. 

And that’s how it was right now, his mood utterly foul as he worked on repairing the Crest after a sticky run-in, but his scowl was placed on hold. Or at least, directed to Mr Narvo, your old, snail-esque colleague in that restaurant on Corellia.

“I swear, I hadn’t done a thing wrong. The order was correct, I did everything to match what the stupid customer had asked for, but he really just– You know what?” You wandered by him as you talked, frustrated and pacing as all the irritation from working at that restaurant came right back. “I think he’d decided that it would be a bad day for me already. He slithered in and just knew he was gonna try and get me fired.”

You paused your pacing, facing the beskar-clad warrior as he retracted an arm from inside the ship’s panel.

“-And he just kinda blinked at me. You know that eye thing?” Your hands, which had been flapping around animatedly, lifted to hold invisible spheres above your head. “Like the antennae lean forward and just look at you and squint and- honestly it’s so annoying because I can feel how he’s judging me but like? At least my eyeballs aren’t half a metre above from my head, right?”

“Right,” came Din’s voice as he dipped into a toolbox, proceeding to reach back into the side of his ship and twist some valves. His voice was a dry monotone, but he hadn’t once told you to shut up yet, so that was all you needed to continue your spiel.

“Right! So I just- I don’t mean to be rude, but I kinda do- I couldn’t keep it in, okay?” Din halted your pacing and handed you the metal tool, reaching into the Crest again. “… I told him to go stick his eyeballs in the dishwasher.”

Din paused. He turned to look at you. You were almost sure he’d tell you that it was a low blow, or that it wasn’t worth such a threat, but his modulated voice rose with a question. “And did he?”

“Wh- No, Din. Why would he-“

He shrugged one shoulder, stepping away to rummage in the toolkit once more. “That guy was purposely villainizing you, day after day. The least he could do would be-“

“If the universe was a decent place he’d be blinking bubbles, I know,” you chattered on, wandering once again. “But unfortunately, the universe is horrible, Narvo is still out there terrorising colleagues and-“ You stopped dead, peering down at the helmeted man, busy with his tools. “He got me fired.”

Din stopped his hands, visor raised up at you. Of course you couldn’t see his expression, but you didn’t need to as his disbelief met your ears. “It worked?”

“I know!?” You toyed with the tool, the weight falling from hand to hand, gripping it with each as if to decide which hand would better suit hitting Narvo in the eyeball with it, mouth running a mile a minute all the while. “He went straight to the manager, clearly he’d been building up some bullshit case of all the things I’d apparently done wrong— which I always had a particular reason for, by the way, and they were never even against the rules—”

The irritation still buzzed in your veins, even if it was months ago. What started as your attempt to take Din’s mind off the frustration from a damaged ship had turned into a surprise therapy session that seemed to uproot some sort of inferiority complex, and now you were just airing out your issues without even being aware of Din bustling around you.

“Like, I’m a good worker, you know? I take pride in that because I actually care about what I put into the universe, I strive to make this shitty place better for the people, unlike Narvo. He was just there to feed his own-”

Gentle hands on your waist had you startled, and your gaze shot up to the visor, eyes wide and an unmistakable heat to your cheeks. He’d never touched you like this before.

You couldn’t help leaning into his hold, heart beating like crazy-

A gentle pressure from one hand had you stepping aside, and then it was gone.

He leant past you, reaching into the metal hood of the ship. You’d parked right in front of it without even noticing, far too wrapped up in the fury of your tale.

“Keep going,” he spoke, and you fumbled to find your words again, fiddling with the tool in your hands.

“Wh- What was I saying again?”

A gloved hand reached back to take the tool from your hands. “He was just feeding his ego by preying on you. It’s better to keep away from characters like that.”

Your stride finally came back to you and the story continued in your mind, but the sure flutter in your chest was going at full force. “Right, I learned that by now.”

“You want me to put a hit on him?”

You scoffed. “Din, please. …But if we stop off at Corellia, he’ll shit himself when he sees me with a Mandalorian.”

A soft breath of laughter, so quiet you almost missed it. “Then that’s our next stop.”

My Din & Grogu comics 💚

Y'know, I see a lot of posts urging people to comment on fics, so I just want to say, to all the people who do comment, and especially the long commenters:

thank you.

Long comments can be time-consuming. They can be difficult to write, but you leave them anyway!

Thank you, thank you, thank you, to everyone who comments.

You are the highlight of fanfiction writers' days.

My new meds make my skin throw a fit. It’s not terribly bad, just a few things here and there, but it’s bumming me out because I’ve never really had too many run-ins with acne.

My four-year-old sister, however, is under the impression that it’s just “3D freckles”, and that they look very, very pretty. She wants all of my freckles to “pop out”, especially the ones across my nose; they’re her favourite.

And it puts me in this weird position where I can’t say, “No, this is acne, and it’s bad,” because I don’t want to teach her that it’s a bad to have unclear skin, you know?

Because the more I think about interactions I have with children, the more I realise that children will consistently compliment “flaws” until they’ve been taught not to.

Like, a kid at the library, whose sister has vitiligo, saw my scars once and suggested that his sister and I should be cats for Halloween, since I have “tabby skin” and she has “calico skin”. “I can be a black cat,” he immediately added. “It’s not AS cool, but they’re the spookiest.”

When I started losing weight, my little brother immediately demanded that I gain it back, because I wasn’t as comfortable to cuddle with anymore.

And my other little sister always wants to wear her paint-stained clothes to school so that “everyone can tell [she’s] an artist”.

I don’t know. I guess talking to little kids just reminds me that all of this superficial shit we worry about really is 100% made up.

I'm 94, RIP.

since the 2020 version is back on my dash here is this year’s poster 

(i’m 67 apparantly)

what emotion do you guys write from? like sikens is panic. mary olivers hope. what is yours?