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[J.O.A @J_O_Ax]

The parallels between Jon Snow and Daenerys Targaryen will always be unmatched. Two sides of the same coin.
Did they deserve a better ending.

Game Of Thrones

[C👑 @chukwu_somaga]

I let my wife die because I was bored of her

30 years... That’s how long the two of us were together. High school sweethearts since 9th grade. By each other’s side ever since.

We bought our first home together. Had our kids and raised them best we could. And I think somewhere along the way… I just… kinda forgot what I was even doing all of this for.

When we first started, everything felt so magical. I guess it’s to be expected, though. We were young. Each other’s first. It made sense that we never wanted to leave home.

We argued, sure. But we also had a lot of good times. And those good times made the bad not so bad. Every dark night leads to a brighter dawn, I guess.

We were just… normal.

We did the things that we believed we were supposed to.

Waited until marriage. Established ourselves in our careers before having kids. I think the ordinary just started to feel boring. For me, at least.

Even when we were raising the kids. What was supposed to be exciting and fun turned into monotony.

Amusement parks started to feel obligatory. Vacations started to feel like chores. Even trips to the movie theater started to feel like nothing more than a scheduled appointment.

I never got to experience spontaneity. Even if I tried, the kids would get in the way. We tried the whole weekly date night thing, but what are we supposed to talk about? The kids? Work? The same stuff we’d been talking about for years?

My life was her life, and her life was mine. That’s the killer of marriages, if you’re curious.

And I think it really hit us how far we’d drifted once the kids moved off to college.

Sex hadn’t existed between us since our youngest was in middle school. That’s 40 for ya, though, I guess. But when it didn’t even return once we had the house to ourselves again… that’s when I knew things were coming to an end.

I didn’t start resenting her or anything. I just… saw her. She was like a neighbor or a roommate. And it was no different for her. We’d completely reverted back to the small talk stage.

It was like I was trapped in my own home. I didn’t really have friends. What am I supposed to do? Go meet people at a bar? Hang out with a coworker? That’s just not who I am.

You can only take so much of that shit before something starts to give. And for me, that something was divorce.

She wanted me to be her soulmate. Her protector. The man that would give his life to save hers.

Instead…

I hesitated.

I started to get up from my chair, but then I thought about it.

Why would I save her? What has she done for me in the last 15 years?

I thought about all that money I spent on vacations I didn’t even want to go on. All those loveless nights where I felt alone. The life that we should’ve had but never did.

And I sat back down.

I saw a flash of despair in her eyes as I looked at her for the last time. Then, my eyes fell back on my steak.

The pounding on the table got harder. I could hear the leathery sound of her nails clawing into her neck as she tried to breathe, followed by the slimy, disgusting sound of her fingers worming down her throat, fishing around for the steak lodged in her esophagus.

Then, a few minutes later… silence.

I looked up again and found her face down in her plate. Mashed potatoes in her hair. Green beans scattered across the table. No more movements. No more small talk. For the first time in a long time… I was free.

I stared at her for a few seconds before calmly taking my plate and dumping it in the trash can.

I had to put on a show for the operator when I called. Even more of one for my kids when they drove down a few hours later.

But beneath all the fake tears and forced wails…

I was relieved. I was happy. And I was thankful.

Thankful that for the first time in 15 years… my wife had finally done something to excite me.

[ADE @golddfrm]

For 20 years, I believed the man who helped raise me was simply being kind to a woman who had lost the love of her life. Then, on my twentieth birthday, he revealed that he hadn’t just been helping my mother raise another man’s child. He was the man who had fathered me behind his wife’s back. And the girl I grew up calling my sister? She was actually my half-sister.

To understand how we got there, you need to know what happened before I was born.

My mother was 21 when she fell in love with a man named Daniel. They were serious about each other and had already started making plans for their future. Unfortunately, Daniel died in a car accident before they could get married.

My mother was devastated.

Daniel’s parents, Richard and Helen, refused to let her go through the grief alone. They continued treating her like family, and their little daughter, Emily, became incredibly close to my mother.

By the time I was born, my mother had practically become part of their household. Emily and I grew up together, and I always considered her my sister.

Richard was also the closest thing I had to a father. He attended my school events, helped with my expenses and never allowed me to feel like I was missing something.

Whenever I asked my mother about my biological father, she gave the same explanation.

Mom: “It was someone I met briefly. We didn’t have a relationship, and I never saw him again.”

Me: “Don’t you even know where he is?”

Mom: “There’s nothing to look for. Richard has been more than enough for us.”

I accepted that answer.

Years later, I discovered that it was only half the truth.

On my twentieth birthday, Richard invited Emily and me to lunch. Afterward, he drove us somewhere quiet and parked near a small lake.

He didn’t immediately get out of the car.

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[𝘾𝙈 @charlesmore25]

Micheal B. Jordan posted on his story: Tessa, you’re so much more than a best friend. Not a single day passes without you on my mind. I only wish I had put a ring on your hand when I had the chance. I love you.

[Ore Olu Wa @oreoluwaniemimi]

56 DAYS. One relationship. A mystery that could turn deadly.

What starts as an intense romance takes a disturbing turn when two people become caught in a mystery filled with secrets, lies, and shocking revelations.

The real question is: how well can you ever know someone you're falling in love with?

If you're into psychological thrillers, dark romance, and unpredictable twists, 56 Days might be one to add to your watchlist.

Would you risk falling in love when you don't know someone's darkest secrets? 👀

[C👑 @chukwu_somaga]

ẞëx on the school trip...

Back in the 1980's I was on a school trip around Eastern Europe. We'd been on a coach for most of the day driving between two cities in Russia.

The driver decided to stop at a roadside hotel in a random location on the edge of a town so that we could all have a loo stop and stretch our legs. The toilets were in the lobby by the lifts.

So I was waiting there when the lift doors opened and out stepped my cousin's boyfriend! It was completely unbelievable.

It turned out he'd been on a solo backpacking trip and was having a particularly bad day and was missing home.

He'd come down to the lobby to pop out for a walk and literally bumped into me.

When you think about the sheer coincidence of that, it's crazy. I was in the lobby for probably less than 5 mins.

We're from the England, by the way, so meeting in a random Russian hotel in the middle of nowhere was nuts.

He told me afterwards that he really needed to see a friendly face that day - so the universe sent me, apparently.

[Star @sheisstar_1]

I want sex but at the same time, I'm scared of what it involvess.

As a virgin, I do want to experience sex and intimacy with a girl . But at the same time, the concept of being that physically vulnerable and exposed with someone and putting my dick inside someone and the awkwardness of it all just feels uncomfortable/scary. Is it weird to feel this way? Anyone relate? Does it go away after your first time (for anyone here that isn't a virgin anymore)?

[Hope @Ifysings1]

Van Damme vs Bolo Yeung .
One of the most savage fights

[𝓞𝓶𝓪 🎀 @justmercy__]

Wait, why is Ciara’s bump so much lighter than her skin? Am I tripping, or does this pregnancy look fake? 😭

[J.O.A @J_O_Ax]

@EmiliaTlr5 The way you just offered and he said ‘I’d love that’… that’s the friendship dynamic I didn’t know I needed

[Emilia T @EmiliaTlr5]

i sucked my friends diçk tonight for literally no reason other.

we were just watching a movie, and there was a scene in the movie that showed a girls boobs, which gave my friend a boner.

i am 20 f, and my friend is 20m, btw.

we are really close good friends, so when he got hard in his shorts, he didnt really try to hide it at all, so it was pretty obvious. i asked him if he usually gets hard that easily, and he said not usually but he hasnt had an orgasm in a while. i asked if he wanted me to suck it for him and he said he would love that.

so my friend took his hard dick out of his shorts, and i went and sat down next to him and started sucking his diçk. we were sitting on the couch so i had kinda a side angle on it, but after a couple minutes i moved to be between his legs to have a better angle. i sucked his diçķ for like 15 minutes.

when he came i held it straight up so it shot his cum up like a volcano as i licked the under side of the head. some of his cum got on my cheek and most of it just went up and came down on himself and my hand.

after his dick got covered in his own cum i sucked it again to clean up the mess, but there was still a lot on his waist, so i brought him a wash cloth to wipe it up.

he was very thankful for the friendly blowjob.

[Emilia T @EmiliaTlr5]

Telling my boyfriend he's small

Had sex with my boyfriend a few hours ago and after he gave me head and went for missionary, 2 minutes into it and I said " you feel so small" and he was completely erect and his expressions changed so quickly 😭😭.

He tried to fuck me hard after it but I was just giggling. He came on my ass after a few minutes and then I used my vibrator.

[osita @osita9401]

For five years, I paid rent to my landlord every January without missing a single payment.

I worked hard to provide for my family, and my wife always encouraged me to keep up with the payments.

Our landlord was an elderly man named Mr. Anderson. I had only met him twice, and all our rent payments were handled through his property manager.

Last month, I decided to renew our tenancy for another year.

When I asked my wife to bring out the rent money, she suddenly became uncomfortable.

I asked what was wrong.

She looked at me and said, "There's something I've wanted to tell you for a very long time."

I laughed and asked what it was.

Then she placed a bunch of documents on the table.

My smile disappeared when I saw the name on the property ownership certificate.

It was my wife's name.

I looked at her in disbelief.

"How is this possible?"

She took a deep breath and said, "I've owned this entire building since before we got married."

[Blvckkk @jxtxy1]

Wait a minute… Why is Zara Larsson suddenly all over my timeline? 👀
I feel like I missed an entire episode.
@Grok, someone catch me up. What happened?

[Blvckkk @jxtxy1]

This looks almost too real to be artificial! 😳 The level of detail in modern medical technology is absolutely mind-blowing. Would you have known it wasn't a real human body? 👀

[MarveLOUS @MarveLOUSa92b]

Scene where the Actor and Actresses weren't really acting' all shoot was a coincidence and it achieved the role perfectly.

[Kehlia @Kehliae]

The woman sitting next to me on an overnight flight let me rub her pvssy over her pants

I was sitting in the window seat and the woman was in the middle seat. Right after we boarded the flight, we bumped elbows a couple times. It seemed normal though as we were getting situated in our seats.

Close to about the time we were taking off, I felt her leg touch mine. There was the arm rest between us, which was the obvious boundary, but as I looked down I saw her leg crossing beneath it onto my side. Our quads were basically kissing each other.

The lady didn’t move her leg away. It was my space so I didn’t move mine either. We stayed locked in that position while the plane took off and ascended. The acceleration and maneuvering jostled us in our seats, causing us to press into each other more and more.

Side note. To describe her simply, she was strikingly beautiful. But she seemed plenty older than me, maybe by 20 years. She was wearing a puffy black coat with a fur-lined hood. Underneath she had on a gray shirt that gave away the size of her bust. You’d hardly suspect she had huge tits due to her small frame, but I guess they were mostly hidden by her jacket. 

The plane stabilized after a while and our legs were touching even more than before. It stayed like that until the flight attendants came around for service.

She adjusted herself, sitting upright to order her food and drink. Consequently our legs finally broke contact. I was honestly starting to get used to the contact so initially, it felt cold. Part of me wanted it back.

After a while we got served our food and drink. She made a comment to me about my choice and I remarked how I almost chose the same meal as her. Once we were done eating, she mentioned that I’d have to try hers next time since she enjoyed it so much. 

I told her I would and that was almost the last thing either one of us said to each other for the rest of the flight.

After the flight attendants came around to clear everyone’s trash, I settled in for some rest. The cabin was dim and luckily, this flight was quiet. 

I was just getting comfortable when I felt her leg touch mine again. Glancing down, I saw she was encroaching on my seat space again. Oh well. 

This time I actually did something about it though. I picked my foot up and spread my legs wider. My leg pushed against hers but she still didn’t budge. At this point, practically every part of our lower bodies were in contact with each other. Hips, quads, calves and all. We might as well have intertwined our legs. 

It was slowly becoming a curiosity more than a nuisance. Did this lady not care about personal space? I thought maybe I’d test it. 

I glanced at her in my peripherals. Her eyes were closed, apparently trying to get some sleep too. 

My hands were resting on my legs. It was a comfortable enough position that I could sleep in. My left hand was awfully close to her leg though, since it had come over to my seat.

I let my left arm go limp like I had fallen asleep, and my hand immediately fell to the side, coming to rest in the crevice between our legs. Still she didn’t move away. 

The back of my fingers rested on her leg for a minute or two. I was beginning to think she was already asleep, but at that moment she reached up with her hand and scratched her face. She must’ve been somewhat awake. 

So I slowly began testing the waters with my hand on her leg. First I opened and closed my hand a couple times, brushing my fingers against her as I did so. She didn’t respond.

Then, little by little, I turned my hand over so my palm was facing down. My hand was still between our legs but now I could actually feel her. The finger tips of my pinky and fourth finger rested on her leg. I was so nervous to move them. I wanted to though. I wanted to see how far this would go. 

I waited for a few minutes like that, thinking at any moment she would brush me off, chastise me, or worse. But none of that happened.

[A B D U L @askirawa1]

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BLACKOUT PROTOCOL

A Spider-Man and Jean Grey story

The lights went out across Manhattan at 9:47 p.m., all at once, like a giant had blown out a candle.

Spider-Man was halfway across the Queensboro Bridge when it happened. The streetlamps died. The traffic signals died.

Even the glow of the skyline vanished, leaving only the black river and a thin smear of stars.

"Okay," Peter said to nobody. "Either that's a very big fuse, or somebody's having a very bad night."

Then a voice spoke inside his head, calm and warm.

Spider-Man. It's Jean Grey. Forgive the intrusion. I need you at Lexington and 59th. Now.

Peter nearly fell off his own web line. "Okay, that's new! A little warning next time? Like a knock?"

There are two hundred people trapped in a subway tunnel and the water is rising. I can hold the walls. I can't hold them and dig.

He didn't ask anything else. He swung.

Lexington Avenue was chaos. Sirens wailed from stalled fire trucks, and people stood in the dark street with their phone flashlights raised like candles. At the mouth of the station stairs stood Jean Grey, both hands pressed flat against the air as if holding up a heavy door. Sweat ran down her temple. Beneath the pavement, concrete groaned.

"Tell me," said Peter, landing beside her.

"Electro," she said through her teeth. "He drained the grid, then pushed the surge into the water main. A pipe burst under the station. The ceiling is cracking, and I'm holding it up with my mind, but I can't leave to clear the exit."

"So I dig."

"Four hundred feet down the tunnel. It's buried in rubble." She looked at him, and he saw how tired she was. "Peter, the water is already at their knees."

He hadn't told her his name. He decided that was a problem for later.
He dropped down the stairwell into the dark.

The tunnel swallowed his voice. Water slapped at his boots, cold and fast. Far ahead, a single flashlight beam became dozens, a frightened constellation of people clustered around a stalled train.
Above them the roof sagged, held in place by something he couldn't see, something that hummed against his spider-sense like a plucked wire.

"Hi, folks!" he called. "Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man! I'm going to need everyone to stay calm and keep your elbows to yourselves!"

A kid on his mother's shoulders shouted,
"Is it really you?"

"Only on weekends and holidays!"

He ran the length of the train, webbing the cracked walls as he went, and reached the sealed exit. The rubble was a mountain of broken brick and twisted steel. He planted his feet, took a breath, and lifted.

It was heavy enough to turn his vision white. His muscles burned. Every instinct told him the whole pile would collapse on top of him, and then it didn't, because something else lifted with him, an invisible hand beneath his own, taking the weight.
On three, Jean's voice said.

"You always do the counting?"

Only when it matters. Three.

The rubble parted like a curtain. Cold night air poured into the tunnel, and with it the glow of fire-truck headlights idling above.

They got everyone out in eleven minutes.
Peter carried the last stragglers up the stairs three at a time, and when he climbed into the street with the final child on his back, he found Jean on her knees on the pavement, pale and shaking, a thin line of blood at her nose.

"I'm fine," she said, before he could ask.

"That was a very convincing 'I'm fine.'"

The air crackled. Every hair on Peter's arms stood on end. A bolt of white-blue lightning cracked down the street and slammed into a parked taxi, and out of the smoke stepped Electro, grinning, sparks crawling across his skin.

"You ruined my blackout," he said. "I was enjoying it."

Peter looked at Jean. Jean looked at Peter.

"Please tell me you can ground him," Peter said.