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Why does it cost me $12 to send my SAT and ACT scores and $15 to send my AP scores to colleges? It’s a digital score report how does it cost money? Where does this money go? Why do I need to pay MORE money for this in addition to the actual application fees which is in addition to my actual college tuition? I get that capitalism is necessary but why does it have to bleed so deeply into my education?

If these girls can kick my butt, then they deserve some pretty cool outfits 😘

Y’all got until midnight

After that, winners will be announced on Sunday

HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY TO GOLDEN MADNESS!!!✨🎊🎉❤️

YES! You all heard me! Today is GM’s official one year anniversary!

A year ago, on this day, I posted GM never knowing the amazing people I’ve met along the way.

SO THANK YOU FOR STICKING WITH ME FOR AN ENTIRE YEAR!!!

I know updates have been few and far in between, but know that, while life continues to kick my ass, I don’t plan of giving up on this monster of a fic just yet! And because of that…

I’VE DECIDED TO HOST A GIVEAWAY!!!!

One on my Tumblr and one on my Instagram. Where I will be giving a FULL PAPERBACK copy of GM so far along with some extra goodies to one lucky person ! The rules are as follows.

HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY GUYS!!! 😘❤️❤️❤️✨🌟⭐️✨🏆🎉🎊💖As promised, I will be hosting a HUGE giveaway where I will be give one of you lovely people a full paperback version of Golden Madness so far! Rules are as follows:

❤️Reblog this pic.

❤️Tag me and must be following

❤️In the caption, tell me your favorite scene/line from Golden Madness and why.

❤️One entry per person on both platforms so please play fair guys! (Though I will allow redos after the new chapter is posted!)

❤️ Will run from May 21st - June 28th!

Once again, thank you all so much for your continued love and support.

It’s because of all the wonderful people I’ve met through this this little Shidge/Lotidge fanfic that has made this my longest running project in any media form. And this giveaway is just one way I’ve wanted to give back to y’all.

Have fun and I hope to see your entries soon! 😘❤️

With Love, Potentiala

Soudam Week: Day 5 - Fantasy (NSFW)

Somebody teach me how to write smut please and thank my dudes

“I ain’t no Angel…”

Souda’s backside hit the wall.

  The resounding smack was more than a little satisfying to Gundam. And, had his tongue not been stuck down the Ultimate Mechanic’s throat, he would laughed at the desperate, needy hands that tried to force his clothes off. Successful only in slipping the Ultimate Breeder’s scarf from his neck.

Hmph.

“Don’t got no halo…”

How cute.

  But it wasn’t enough for him. Gundham wanted Souda’s everything. He wanted to be Souda’s everything. He wanted every bit of, blood, bone, and grit the mechanic had. And Gundham pinned Sousa’s wrists to the wall with every ounce of that enthusiasm.

Grinding against him harshly.

  Rolling the two growing hard-ons together, treacherously slow. The Ultimate Mechanic left his mouth then. A string of saliva still connecting their lips together as Souda moaned. Deep down from some primal, hungry place the Sharp-toothed one had within him.

Gundham latching onto his neck.

  And, though he didn’t have Souda’s hellish teeth, the Overlord of Ice got by just fine. Nipping and sucking, hard. Almost mercilessly

“I cut off my wings!”

  Leaving Souda a complete mess. The poor mortal torn between desperate rutting against him and broken iterations of his cursed name. Hands, having found the end of Gundham’s shirt, running needily along his poisoned flesh. Souda’s touch warm and roughed from years taming automations. Finally, Gundham couldn’t take it anymore.

Throwing Souda on to the hotel mattress.

“Made my momma scream!”

  How did they even end up in this position? Gundham forgot and nor did he care. All he cared about now was having every inch of Souda’s bare skin pressed against his. All but ripping that infernal jumpsuit off his lean frame and slipping Gundham’s own cursed cloak off his shoulders. Leaving the a pair in only wrinkled shirts and rumbled pants.

“I’m your darkest dream…”

Crashing on top of Souda like a tidal wave.

  The mechanic made a low noise in his throat as Gundham slotted their mouths together. Tongues hot and curious in each other’s mouths. The Overlord of Ice using the momentary distraction to trail his hands underneath Souda’s shirt.

“G-Gundham!”

“They call me Devil…”

  Oh how sweet his title sounded when Souda said it! How shamelessly and feverishly he arched his back. Gundham chuckling darkly as he rubbed Souda’s nipples once more. Growing hard and red underneath his hands.

“Fucking-gh!”

  But his little tryst wasn’t done with him. Those strong, leans arms shot out to entrap Gundham even more. Wrapping around the breeder and pressing him as close as his mortal body would allow. Sharp, serrated teeth finding intoxicating purchase on Gundham’s neck. Hard enough to draw blood

“My heart is empty.”

Gundham groaned.

  His body felt hot. He wanted more. More and more of Souda until he wasn’t sure were where he started and where Souda ended. Gundham pulled away from Souda’s teeth then. Watching him blink up hazily at him.

Utterly debauched.

“They call me Devil…”

  Those striking eyes dark and muddled with a lusty sheen. Brows knitted together as if the very thought of Gundham putting space between them was world-ending. Mouth open and pooling in a bloody, drooling mess. Oh Dear Dark God’s.

“Just try and tempt me…”

Souda would be the death of him.

  Gundam didn’t even hesitate. Driving down to lap at those blood stained lips once more as his hand worked his way down the mechanic’s body. Pressing the full force of his palm under Souda’s pants and into his boxers.

“Yes!” Souda all but grasped as he desperately rubbed against Gundham’s hand. The breeder giving the mechanic a few, hurried strokes as he struggled in getting the offending clothes out of the way. Precim making his grip slip ever so slightly.

“I’ll steal your soul, I’ll eat you whole!”

  Gundham’s hair was a complete mess. Gel having long since deteriorated, leaving the long black and gray bangs to brush against Souda’s forehead with every breath-stealing kiss. And perfect for Souda to pull and tug at.

His pants and boxers finally falling away.

“Ain’t no other way…”

  Souda’s shirt was pulled up high above his nipples. Somehow more obscene that if it had been completely off. Lean legs already spread on either side of Gundham. His member, wet and twitching in his hand.

“Gundam…”

“They call me Devil…”

“Gundham please!”

“And you should be afraid.”

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Gundham woke with a gasp.

  Jolting up in his bed with all the force of lightning striking the Earth. Hair an unkept mess and sweat slicking his skin to a sharp shine. Wha? What was that?

A dream?

  Only a...dream? So Souda wasn’t-Gundham looked around his room frantically. His bed, heartbreakingly empty. The space next to him was cold, devoid of any of Souda’s warm edges that Gundham longed to know. The bathroom empty and frozen in the morning light.The couches and tables void of anything that would give him the hope that maybe, just maybe, the previous night hadn’t been a dream.

A swift, fleeting fantasy.

  But no. The will of causality was cruel one. Giving the Overlord of Ice the taste of what could be, of what he truly longed for, only to remind him that what he wished for could never be. Souda would never share a bed with him. Not like that. If the he even knew about Gundham’s feelings, Souda would surely, irreversibly hate him.

And Gundham couldn’t bear that.

  He knew what such...feelings for someone like Souda would look like to the mechanic. Disgusting. Pathetic. But Gods, that dream had felt so good. So right. Gundham’s legs ached, a repercussion from last night’s indulgent thirsting aching between them.

Aching almost as much as his heart.

This tweet aged well.

Devasena picking her targets in Baahubali 2 (Telugu, 2017)

Head held high. Shoulders squared. Eyes forward. Mouth neutral. Gait slow. Pidge repeated the instructions like a war mantra within her head. Heck, she might as well have been going to war in her situation. The Green Paladin still seethed with anger at the fact Lotor was able to capture her on a recon mission. To make matters worse, the Galran Prince even insisted he join her for dinner. Fancy dress and all. How the quiznak he knew her measurements, Pidge was desperate to know. But, for now, she had a different sort of fight ahead of her right now. Pidge silently thanked Laila’s many ‘schoolings’ on proper behavior for events like these as she was lead to a private dining room. Walking straight into the belly of the beast. •

YES YES YES

Let’s play Writer’s Would You Ever

Send me an ask that says “Would you ever write…” and continue the sentence.

I’ll respond with yes or no and give an explanation as to why if I want to.