“Why Should Rich People Pay More” Because Fuck ‘em

fyi i do not “crush” i experience violent, all-consuming devotion and yearning that leaves me physically ill

I get so irrationally angry when people (namely non USAmericans) lean hard into meme-ing the "stupid americans" jokes

Because yeah, maybe you're right, a lot of us couldn't name your neighboring countries, or we can't point to your province on a map, or we haven't the foggiest clue of conversion rate of imperial to metric, or whatever reason or tidbit you want to add. Yes. We know that. We know that you know that.

But consider. A lot of us haven't left our own state before. A lot of us don't know half our own state. Please consider that a lot of people are simply trying to make it to the next day, next week, next month. I, myself, am extremely fortunate to be living with my parents at my age and my "rent" is extremely low. I'm fortunate. Many people are scrambling to pick up extra shifts at work or finding a second job to afford cost of living. Lots and lots of people are worrying about how to get karen out of their face without losing their job, they don't have time to study maps of europe.

And I get it. It's extremely easy to make that joke. We make it easy. And you don't what the average working class looks like. You hate our politics but can't change them, we hate them more and have no choice but to live with them. Your taxes go to public schools and healthcare. Ours go to military forces.

I can't police what anyone says, just asking that you think about your jokes. You're kicking a dying horse here.

my dad, trying to explain the concept of money to me: say you have a sandwich, and i need your sandwich. but i don't have anything to give you. you're not just gonna give it to me.

me: i would just give it to you.

my dad:

Fish Meat

Old artwork of Ghoap AU from Mermay month.

Simon with a gross breeding kink not because he wants a family (though getting you full and round wld be fun eeeh) but because it's his foolish way of claiming you.

No one can deny you're his if you're so full of his cum you're practically leaking it out all day. And no one can deny his claim if he taints you with his horrible bloodline. No one would want you after knowing his seed has been there — when your insides are practically shaped like his cock.

Idk I think he is so shattered and broken that he would immediately associate cumming in you to forever tainting you and branding you.

kinktober - day 22 - deepthroating

price x gn!reader | 535 words cw: noncon deepthroat 'training', implied abduction, restraints a/n: short and not sweet. summary: working you up to the real thing. banner by @/cafekitsune | kinktober list

“Open.” 

The man’s voice is deep. Unfamiliar and gravel-thick. Reeking of tobacco. Roughness hangs in every word like he’s forcing sound through smoke.

Despite the cloud of fear rendering your mind sluggish and slow, you try to focus on scent and sound. The blindfold tightly wound around your head necessitating it. You force yourself to remember, even as pure terror squeezes your heart as the stranger squeezes your jaw.

“Please, no more, no mo—ough!”

Silicone catches your mouth curled around that ‘o’, and the heel of the man’s hand forces it past your lips and beyond. It barges into your throat, making it impossible to even sob, let alone breathe.

The sudden invasion constricts your chest. The air thickens, the sharp tang of panic rising like a leak in the bottom of a life raft. You thrash with your wrists useless above your head. Your ankles, too. All four limbs immobile and secure, rattling against what sounds like metal posts.

Deprived of your vision, there’s no telling if everything’s fading to black or not. But the unsettling calm that rushes over after several minutes of struggling to breathe around a fake cock is enough. You could die like this. You kind of hope you do. This is torture, and it’s carried on for ages. Your lungs feel bruised.

The silicone pulls out of your mouth. A violent cough explodes from your chest, the air coming in ragged bursts. Another hand strokes over your neck, a mocking comfort, before it fixes to the underside of your jaw. Thick fingers curl and press into where it’s most tender and restrictive. 

“Breathe, sweetheart.”

The endearment is salt in the wound. Your cheeks burn with humiliation.

The toy plunges over your tongue and immediately nudges into your gullet once more. He fucks your mouth with a controlled and uncompromising rhythm. When he started, he called it ‘training’, but there’s been no gentleness. No baby steps. Just this. Brute force and cruel repetition. Beneath the blindfold, your eyes water, and snot beads in your nose. Though you still beg every time you draw enough breath, hoping to wear down whatever barbarity drives the stranger, your body simultaneously tries to comply. It’s not very good, though.

The sound of wet suction repeatedly breaks over your retching.

“That’s alright, sweetheart. Gag. Gag now, because I won’t tolerate it if you gag later.”

He must smile at the fresh surge of tears that summons.

Your nostrils flare, desperately sucking in oxygen as drool escapes down your chin unchecked. The hollow of your throat is a puddle. Cheeks drenched. Your palms must be bloody with how hard you dig your nails into your flesh. 

The pressure relents. He pets your quivering tongue with the cock, patting the fat of it before pulling it out. Strings of your spit stretch and snap, splattering onto your nose and cheeks like a wet cobweb.

The bed creaks. Your body rises slightly as the mattress slowly inflates with the removed weight. The toy, you assume, lands somewhere near your feet a moment later. You breathe heavily, throat burning from its torment. You’re unable to get a word past your cracking lips.

A zipper rasps down its teeth.

“Open.” 

Simon with bit of belly fat, gone were the days of his hard abs and tight skin stretched around,,you got a new cooking book so ofcourse you gotta feed your old man hot and nice, and ofcourse he eats the last crumb of everything you make, and ofcourse his soft roundness makes you crazy in head,, because now riding over his thick cock you could dig your nails in his plumpy skin... it's so hard to roll your hip around and he's thrusting you onto him, your inner thighs cushioned perfectly on his belly —

old drawings of ghost