Accident - Tumblr Posts
Hope your holidaus are more dry than mine
Since i had i big accident already this morning i thought it might be a good idea to put some protection on for the day. Also the new black pullups from northshore are amazing and suit my needs perfectly. Heres hoping they do pink and tiedye next!
Haven't posted in a while but here's some pics of an accident I had the other day
I'm still here and still struggling to keep my pants dry.
Still out here struggling to keep my pants dry
Anyone else leak precum when they make a stinky an their big kid pants? Asking for a friend I swear.
it was just an accident (?)...
here i go again... gonna share what happened in my dream last night. hmmm i DNW it to happen in real life but idk why i reacted to it that way...
in my dream i was in an accident. actually, i died too. idk the cause, who was at fault but i died. sad? idk. well, im not sure if it was a dream or just my imagination... it's kinda bothering me since i was thinking about it for awhile. and the main thing thst puzzles me the most is why i kept trying to go back to sleep after i woke up from that dream... instead of like crying maybe(?) cause im pretty sure people who had nightmares wakes up and cry after. like they're scared and all. or like they sweat so much. but in my experience this morning, i tried going back to sleep. i really tried so hard. maybe cause i am unconsciously curious as to what happened to me and what will happen after my death. i don't know! it's scares me that i did try going back to sleep... i should be talking to someone and share this so i can get some comfort but nope! im not going to. they'll thing im weird and crazy. *sigh*
i just hope this will not happen again.... not that i am scared but its bothering me the whole afternoon... =/
I need mommy's help to go potty cuz I'm just a silly baby who doesn't know how to let go. I need mommy's kisses and cuddles, and for mommy to rub my little clitty until my pee hole gives out and I go potty all over her hand.
I want to be soothed and coddled, have my hair pet and sweet nothings whispered in my ear as I have my accident, want mommy to play with my little boycunt while my pee leaks out of me, plugging my pee hole with her finger and making me squirm and cry while she forces my stream to stop and start as she pleases.
Ever since the accident in the lab I continued to grow muscle and height. From time to time I do some tricks like pec shelving like this for kicka and looks.
Harun Yilmaz
Just one mistake, JUST ONE!
I was in the middle of doing a spell that would make me overall manly.
When my cute bottom of a boyfriend Kyle, barged into the room and surprised me.
During that crucial moment i was supposed to be focusing on myself. But because of Kyle my focus shifted to him and well you can see what happened.
...avait rendez-vous avec la mort
~ plume ~ pinceau ~ encre de chine ~ 22 x 30 cm ~ Baldo
All's Not Forsaken - Adam Stanheight / Reader
TW: Negative Self-Esteem/Depression.
A/N - Inspired by Disturbed's song, The Light. I hope you enjoy!
TW: Negative Self-Esteem/Depression.
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It was Wednesday, three pm. Work had just finished for you, and as always, you’d gone to grab something to drink with your friends; Adam Faulkner Stanheight was included, of course. You were just leaving, your right hand getting cold from holding the fourth drink, it was your fiancé’s.
You had been quiet for most of the trip from work to here. You could sense Adam’s depression as soon as you’d seen him, but you hadn’t had the heart to bring it up with him in front of your friends. You tried to tell yourself that it was just your anxiety, but you knew better than that.
Adam greeted you with a smile though. It wasn’t one of those fake smiles either, it was genuine; one of those ‘I’m so happy to see you’ and ‘I love you so much,’ smiles. He hugged you.
Adam though had chosen to stay in the car while you went into the shop with your friends. He hadn’t even requested anything, but you had ordered something for him anyway. You didn’t want him to miss out. That would have made you feel really sad!
The weather had been clear for most of the day, however when work ended for you it started pouring, hail and rain were mixed in. You were unsatisfied to see that it hadn’t changed while you were ordering your drinks. You bobbed your head up and down to the song playing on the radio, as you waited for your friends to finish adjusting their coffees. You had gone through the alphabet twice when they arrived.
Slowly, while laughing and joking, you walked back to Adam, who had his forehead on the top of the steering wheel, so as to not interrupt the silence with loud honking. Your demeanor changed at the sight. Seeing your significant other look so desolate made you unhappy. Your friends had wandered off together to go look in one of the strip malls.
You pried the door open with a pinky finger, and then set your drink into one of the cup holders. “Hey, Adam,” you whispered.
Adam Faulkner sat back, wiping at his eyes incessantly, trying to look completely laid back. “You’re back. Where’d your friends go?”
You attempted to ignore the sadness drifting off of Adam. “Over there.” You pointed to a shop across the street, and squinted your eyes to keep the sunlight out of them. From the corner of your vision though, you caught Adam trying not to break down.
At first you were going to let him solve it, and not bring attention to his feelings. But after five antagonizing minutes, you got reckless. Watching him try to cover up sobs - and failing at it, by the way - was too much to bear.
“Adam,” you breathed empathetically, and came around to his side. You straddled his lap. “I got you something.” You lifted the drink to Adam’s lips.
Adam turned his head away. “I’m not thirsty.”
But that didn’t stop you. You turned his head towards you again, and tipped the cup forward. Adam gagged in surprise, but then took the cup from you, downing a quarter of its contents one go.
When he was able to talk again, he looked at you in bewilderment. “You got my favorite…”
You smiled in amusement. “Of course!”
“Heh… thanks.” Adam looked insecure, as he put the cup into the holder next to yours.
“Better?” You asked. To your disappointment, Adam shook his head. “No? Is there anything I can do to help?”
Adam just gazed at you heartbrokenly. He looked on the verge of tears. You opened your arms to him. “Come here,” you encouraged.
Adam laid his head on your shoulder and started crying. He was so distraught it hurt you. You put your chin on top of his head, and breathed in his scent.
The shoulder of your shirt was getting soaked from Adam’s tears, but you didn’t mind really. All that mattered to you right now was Stanheight. Your fiancé was having a difficult time as of late, due to traumatic past events. You felt really bad for him.
Wrapping your arms around Adam’s waist, you pulled him close. There was no sound except for Adam’s weak crying. You held him tightly, rocking back and forth like you would a baby. The hollowness in your stomach increased with every breath released from his lungs. If only there was something you could do for him.
“It’s alright,” you murmured. “I’m here with you.” You lifted your hands up his back comfortingly. “I’ll always be here.” Adam pressed closer, but didn’t say anything. “Please don’t shut me out, Adam. What’s wrong?”
You waited patiently for Adam to gather himself, and then he gazed at you. His eyes were red and squinted, tears were running down his face, and his skin was pale white. “Hi…” You greeted reassuringly once his eyes came up to yours.
Adam choked lamely, unable to speak. It broke your heart. “I love you,” he mustered, his voice wavering.
You felt something crack inside of you. Having your groom-to-be look at you like he would never see you again and tell you that he loved you, was so touching, but also horrible. You didn’t like seeing him look at you like that, but his words were so sweet, you almost started crying as well.
You knew you had to be strong for Adam though. Crying wasn’t going to make him feel better. You frowned sadly at him. “Awe… I love you, too, Adam.”
“Why?” Adam asked unhappily.
“ ‘Why’?” You repeated, shocked. “Why is space infinite? I don’t know, I just do. You’re my best friend.”
“But how?” Faulkner tilted his head at you, searching your eyes for some kind of answer. “What did I do for you? I’m just the pathetic, mentally-unstable, person in the friend group.”
You blew out a saddened breath, your chest falling in on itself. Ouch.
“You’re so much more than that, baby,” you insisted. “You work so hard at your job. You’re so passionate about it. And you love taking care of people… Especially me,” you winked at him.
Adam shook his head and coughed on another sob. “I’m not as good as you think,” he grumbled.
You leaned your head down to his ear. “How so? Explain to me, how so?”
Adam grabbed your shoulders tighter. “I’m… I’m…” Your fiancé had to think for a moment. “I’m a mess, Y/N. I’m so stuck in the past. I can’t even walk into the bathroom at night without turning the lights on. I should be better for you.”
“No,” you whispered emphatically, and pulled your head back to look at him, insistence shining in your (e/c) eyes. “You don’t need to be better. I don’t need you to be like that at all! You’ve been through something terribly traumatic. There’s nothing you CAN do. It’s okay to feel weak, Adam. You’re okay. I love you so much.”
“You shouldn’t.”
You sighed. “And cars shouldn’t pollute the atmosphere, but that hasn’t changed. So, why will I?” You responded wittily, then added more seriously. “I DO love you. HAVE, loved you. WILL love you. You can’t make me change my mind. I know who you are on the inside, and I know that it’s hard for you to accept that you’re worth my time, but that won’t make me love you any less. One day you will get it.”
“I’m sorry…”
“None of this is your fault.”
Adam glared at you. “I NEED to be better. YOU need me to be better. I’m useless with what I’m doing right now. I can’t believe I thought going back to photography was going to be enough.”
You grasped Adam’s cheeks in your hands. “YOU are all I need. That’s it. You. I don’t care about anything else. And don’t you realize what going back to photography has done for you? It’s something, baby; you can’t blame this on that. If it weren’t for the photography, you wouldn’t be HERE. Maybe you don’t know it yet, but it’s doing so much more than you even realize. I can see it. You can’t see it yet, but I can. And I’m so proud of you.”
Adam Stanheight was stunned by your speech. He stared at you in amazement, like you’d just grown wings and learned to fly. A shockwave of emotions came crashing over him. An avalanche of feelings just so supreme to anything else it unleashed another rain storm of tears. Faulkner hugged you, pushing his head into your other shoulder. Pretty soon both your sleeves would be wet.
You bit your lower lip. “I love you, Adam,” you breathed out desperately. “You’re so good, already. I love you.”
Adam leaned back in the chair and nodded. “I love you, too.”
You smiled contentedly. “Alright. You ready to go home?”
“Yeah,” Adam told you sadly.
You combed your hand through his hair and trailed it down his face. “I’m sorry you’re not feeling good today.”
“Mmmh,” Adam grunted and leaned his cheek into your palm, a miserable expression on his face.
“Lemme grab my friends, okay?”
Adam glanced at you worriedly. “Alright.”
“I’ll be back.”
Adam nodded, and you stepped out of the car. You turned around speedily, coming face to face with both of your friends. You stumbled back hesitantly, eyes wide. They were watching you awkwardly. “Um… We didn’t want to interrupt,” one of the friends said.
“Oh, you heard that?” You asked.
“Why don’t we just head home?” The other friend suggested.
“Right…” you remained standing there for a little bit, until one of your friends opened the back car door. They both slid inside nervously, and you entered through the passenger’s side.
“We’re all ready, I think, Adam,” you informed him. Your fiancé fumbled with the keys numbly, as he started the drive back towards your apartments.
The radio started playing, making you jump. You let your head fall back against the headrest, you closed your eyes, and rolled the window down slightly. The cool air blew into your face and hair, and did somewhat soothe you.
“-An unforgivable tragedy.
The answer isn’t where you think you’d find it.
Prepare yourself for the reckoning, for when your world seems to crumble again.”
Subconsciously, you tapped your foot to the beat, which was heavy and strong. The car jerked wildly to the right, then straightened out.
“Don’t be afraid, don’t turn away.
You’re the one who can redefine it.”
There was some more wobbling of the car.
“Don’t let hope become a memory.
Let the shadow permeate your mind, and reveal the thoughts that were tucked away, so that the door can be opened again.”
There was a whimper from somewhere next to you, and you were thrown to the left roughly. You didn’t need to open your eyes to know it was a windy road.
“Within your darkest memories, lies the answer if you dare to find it.
Don’t let hope become a memory.
When you think all is forsaken,
Listen to me now.
All’s not forsaken.
You need never feel broken again.
Sometimes darkness can show you the light.”
You were shoved so far to the right, your head banged the glass window. You opened your eyes then, and looked at the driver. Adam was trying to keep his eyes on the road while miserably trying not to cry. His face was strained with the effort and his hands were planted so tightly on the wheel that they were white.
“You need strengthening, toughening.
It takes an inner dark to rekindle the fire burning in you.
Ignite the fire within you.”
Adam struggled to get the car back into the lane. Cars were coming at you from the opposite direction. In a panic you slammed your hands on the wheel, wrenching Adam away from it entirely. “Stop!” You yelled. “Brake! Brake!”
Adam was petrified to the chair. He watched in horror as your friends screamed in the backseat. You jerked the wheel back to the right, just narrowly missing a passing car. Your heart beat heavily in your chest as the car slowly started to comply with your demands. Adam still hadn’t found the mental state to press one the brakes, or at least hit the hazard lights. You were all on your own.
Three more cars streaked past you. You tried not to flinch. “ADAM!” You wailed. “ADAM! Help me!” You could feel the car drift over on to the correct side again. “Brake! Adam!” The car was steadily increasing in speed. You tried to keep your eyes on the road and not on the speedometer. Fifty, fifty one, fifty two - road. Fifty eight, fifty nine, sixty, sixt one - road.
There was a loud slap from right next to you, and a large gust of wind. Your friend was shrieking profanities at your frightened fiancé. They had slapped him in an attempt to wake him from his stupor.
Adam flinched, finally tearing his gaze away from the windshield. He hit the brakes with full force. The car skidded, sliding fifty feet in its wake, and screaming all the way down. Faulkner was crying at this point, as would anyone. The song had changed and was playing Can’t Buy Me Love - by the Beatles. You flicked your fingers onto the dashboard, silencing the car stereo once and for all.
You looked up at Adam, who was bright red, and sobbing quietly to himself. He looked mortified. Gazing back at the two others in the car, you asked, “Everyone alright back there?”
“I think so.”
“Yeah.”
“What about you, Adam?” You turned back to him.
Adam had gone completely white in the face. He was shaking and shuddering. His hands were trembling, and his lips were bleeding from his biting. Your heart shattered, and you leaned over and kissed him. Your mouth was filled with the flavor of iron. “You okay?” You asked him.
Adam couldn’t talk. He only gaped at you in terror. You hugged him. “It’s okay. It’s okay. Breathe with me.”
“What happened!?” Someone yelled from the back.
Adam whimpered. He choked and gagged, before he could finally speak. When he did, he could only whisper very quietly. You were the only one that could hear his response. “I was… just…” Deep breath in. “I was just…” Deep breath out. “I was just trying… The song made me think about you…”
Your mouth fell open. “Oh… Come here.”
“I tried not to… but it made me feel like… I was valid again… You know, that feeling when you’re drowning, but instead of dying your breathing… It was like that… And I lost control of the car… I’m such a fucking idiot.”
You hugged Adam. “No. No, you’re not. It’s okay. Accidents happen.”
“I almost got you killed! I almost got us all killed! How did I even pass my driver’s test?”
“Shh. That was a long time ago. You passed because you know what you’re doing.”
“Are you sure about that last part!?” One of your friends chimed in.
You cast them a glare from over your shoulder. “Let’s just take a break from driving for a little bit,” you said worriedly.
Adam started to undo his seatbelt immediately. He was shaking incredibly.
“Why don’t you let me drive?” You asked.
Adam struggled to crawl over you but you both managed to switch places without getting out of the car. It was a miracle, for sure. You started up the car, your two friends exchanging disbelieving looks with each other, and headed back towards home, Adam a total mess of a breakdown right now. This time, the radio remained off for the rest of the car ride, and everyone made it home unharmed. The same could not be said for Adam, though. Your poor fiancé ended up blaming himself for the mistake; he would not allow himself into the driver’s seat again for the next twelve months.
Well, there was a work in progress. But you still loved him, and that would never change. Try telling HIM that, though.
oh fuck.... okay im going to try my very best!!
place your bets for how long i will acc last with my small ass bladder LMFAOO
if u see this ur not allowed to use the bathroom for three hours <3 you can hold it!!!