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nerdysuitedbaby

Goodbye!

Just figured I'd give forewarning that because of several recent run ins with people, or I cases lack there of. In accompany to the writers block and just the lack of content from the few I followed that are still around I've decided I will no long be contributing to my channel but I'll be deleting it as soon as I copy over my stories.

I'm just tired and done!

I might post them someday but right now it's a situation where you'll just have to find them because I've fucking had it with fake people leading me on or getting shitty because I get tired of their shit!

To those of you that haven't done much I sorry but the few tend to ruin it for the many.

So goodbye!

nerdysuitedbaby

And I would be quick because I am currently off work four several days and barely getting hits so I'll have enough time to copy my shit over.

Goodbye!

Just figured I'd give forewarning that because of several recent run ins with people, or I cases lack there of. In accompany to the writers block and just the lack of content from the few I followed that are still around I've decided I will no long be contributing to my channel but I'll be deleting it as soon as I copy over my stories.

I'm just tired and done!

I might post them someday but right now it's a situation where you'll just have to find them because I've fucking had it with fake people leading me on or getting shitty because I get tired of their shit!

To those of you that haven't done much I sorry but the few tend to ruin it for the many.

So goodbye!

Fostering a Better Generation

I’m a foster parent. I believe it’s important to take in wayward youths and help set them on the right path so they don’t ruin their lives or others’ later. People are always astonished about how well behaved and studious my kids are, especially when I get some of the most ill-behaved children. And I do mean that some of these kids went to juvenile hall more than once before showing up at my doorstep. So many had given up on them.

But not me. I believe in a firm but loving hand turns these kids around. That, and well-done hypnosis sessions. I tend to avoid speaking of that to the other foster parents as they’ve given me some weird judgmental looks.

It’s not my fault that the smart and nice kids are complete nerds! And I don’t care if they’re not popular in school, either! They’re going to be someone now!

What's the point!

Been trying to write again but just had writers block. Try to role play to get my juices flowing. Yet people can't seem to get passed the initial starting set up!

tf-servant

The headmaster’s son Part 2

Aiden could relax a little while unpacking his belongings. He was still processing everything James, his new dad, had told him. He knew that his life would change in the upcoming weeks. Little did he know that more was going to change than he realized. Aiden opened his two boxes of clothing and started to put them in the dresser. He dedicated one drawer to his boxers and ankle socks. Another to his t-shirts and tanktops. The few pairs of jeans he had got a drawer too. He hung his only button up shirt on a hanger from the door. He put his three pairs of sneakers under the dresser. Back at in his old home, Aiden loved to walk around in just his boxers or a casual outfit like a tank top. He was definitely not going to do that here, with james walking around all suited up. Recalling what James had told him he kept the box of personal belongings closed. It was sad that he couldn’t hang his favourite movie posters from the wall, or display the prizes he had won. At his former school, Aiden was the best of the swimming team. He had many trophies and other prizes. Aiden decided to take off his shoes and then head downstairs. He found his mother in the kitchen unpacking boxes and James in the livingroom reading a book. The living room was furnished in the same style as the entrance. Entering the room Aiden felt small and vulnerable. James looked up from his book. ‘Ah son, finished unpacking I suppose? We’ll have a quick snack and then I’ll take you to the mall for clothing.’ He said. ‘Okay that’s fine.’ Aiden responded. James frowned. ‘Remember what I told you a few minutes ago, boy… Oh my goodness why have you taken your shoes off? Inside the house I want you to be properly dressed! No taking off your shoes until I say so. Do you understand that?’ James exclaimed. ‘Yes, sorry father. I will get them right now.’ Aiden replied scared. He hurried back upstairs. He wondered how James could be so intimidating. It was as if he could do no more than listen and follow James’ commands.

After getting his shoes Aiden and James went out together. His mother decided to stay. Using James’ oldtimer car they went to the mall. During the drive Aiden was already thinking about what shops he wanted to visit. There were a few with nice modern clothing which he liked. And he could use a new pair of sneakers. After quickly parking the car they entered the big mall. Instinctively Aiden walked up to a store and wanted to enter it. ‘None of that, son. We’re going to another shop.’ James said. He grabbed Aiden’s shoulder and dragged him to the shop next door. It was called ‘Gentle men’s’ and in the window Aiden could only see dolls wearing old fashioned suits and dress shoes. He suddenly realized what James had meant with wrong clothing and tried to imagine himself in a suit. Even the thought of wearing a blazer horrified Aiden. ‘But why can’t we go to another store? This is not really my style.’ Aiden pleaded. ‘Because I say so, Aiden. You’re going to listen to me and I don’t want to hear any more buts from you.’ James responded. His voice was so strong that Aiden shut his mouth and didn’t dare to open it again until later in the store.

Upon entering the two were greeted by an assistant. He properly introduced himself to Aiden as Bob and James and he clearly had met before. ‘So are you here for a new suit, master James?’ Bob asked. ‘No I’m here for my son. As you can see he needs a big make over.’ ‘Ah yes I can see. Full wardrobe?’ ‘Yes everything. And we’ll discuss school uniform too, he’s going to attend my school. ‘Excellent, right this way.’ Bob grabbed Aiden’s shoulder and guided him to a platform in front of a mirror. There Aiden was told to undress to his underwear. A little blushing Aiden undressed, fearing James’ reaction if he wouldn’t listen. Bob quickly took away all of Aiden’s clothes and grabbed a measuring tape. ‘I see why you’re here, James.’ Bob said while he measured every inch of his body. From the length of his arms and legs to the width of his neck and waist. ‘Yes bob, I can’t stand those dreadful boxers. Children these days.’ Aiden blushed as he looked down at his plaid boxers covering his manhood. ‘I will get a pack of underwear for you to wear when you’re trying on your suit.’ Bob measured some more things and then walked away. After a minute he came back with a hanger with a black suit on it. He handed the suit to aiden and guided him to a changing room. Before closing the door he handed Aiden another box and told him it contained his underwear.

At last Aiden had a minute alone to process all the things happening. But before he could process anyhting he opened the box and was horrified. Inside the box he found a pair of plain white briefs. He had not worn briefs in 8 years! Wearing a suit was bad but going back to tighty whities was worse! ‘Hurry up son. We have other places to be’ He heard James shout from outside the room. Figuring he had little choice Aiden took off his boxers and slid into the briefs. They felt extremely tight around his package. Watching himself in the mirror he looked 15 instead of 18. The bright white seemed to radiate from him. Aiden then turned his attention to the clothes hanger. He first put on the shirt which was white too. Putting it on he noticed it had short sleeves too. This only added to the boyish look. Aiden hated button ups but short sleeved ones were even worse. He then proceeded to grab the pair of pants but was surprised by the lack of it. Hidden behind the blazer was a pair of shorts. What! Shorts!? Aiden had never worn formal shorts and was horrified by the idea of it. No self respecting boy would put those on. ‘Hurry!’ He heared once again and had to sadly admit he was forced to put them on. Aiden put on the shorts and noticed there were no belt loops and pockets. This made things even worse! The shorts were quite tight around his waist and stopped about an inch above his knees. If he was going to wear them, they were at least an okay length. ‘Put on the socks too, you can wear your old shoes for now’ James shouted.  Aiden looked into the box once again and was greeted by a pair of long black socks. He put them on and decided to keep them casually low. After putting on his shoes and the blazer he exited the room.

Bob immediately started measuring again and James looked somewhat pleased for the first time. ‘Good but Bob, can you dress him properly?’ ‘Of course sir.’ Bob put away the measuring tape and started to work on Aiden’s clothes. To his regret Bob tucked the shirt into his pants and pulled the black woolen socks up to over his knees only to fold them once. They now reached to about half and inch under his knees. With the shorts, only his knees were visible now. Bob then buttoned his shirt all the way up and proceeded to put a black tie around his neck. Never in his life had Aiden worn a necktie and he felt very restricted in it. Bob straightened his collar and looked pleased.  James nodded in approval. ‘Come Bob let’s discuss the full list of clothing.’ ‘Yes sir come with me. And don’t change back Aiden, you can keep wearing this for today to get used to the feeling.’ When he heard that a cool breeze passed through the store and past his bare legs. Aiden shivered a little and couldn’t stand the thought of having to walk around like this all day. He looked at himself in the mirror and apart from his sneakers and messy hair, couldn’t recognize himself anymore. He looked very proper and formal, like some rich British kid he had seen in a commercial. He could hear only a few words from the conversation between James and bob. ‘Only…. Briefs and kneehigh…….. needs shorter…. braces…. leisure…. full wardrobe….’ Aiden couldn’t make anything from it but knew it was bad for him.

After paying for the clothing Aiden was told by James that he could wear this suit today and his old clothing for the next 2 weeks since the ordered clothing had to be adjusted in size. They exited the store, Aiden’s head red of shame while he tried to stick close to James to hide himself. Only to look more boyish. ‘Where are we headed next?’ ‘FATHER. Please Aiden show some manners. We’re headed to the shoestore next. We need to do something about those dreadful sneakers. And after we’ll pay a quick visit to the baber. We need you presentable for the upcoming school year, son.’

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He's my little bro and quiet the writer.

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More stories

Hello all. I have started the Headmaster’s son story and I really enjoy writing it. I will therefore finish it here on tumblr. 

Apart from that a very important other thing:
I have started my very own patreon account! On there I will be posting longer stories up to twice a week! Since finding time has been hard for me lately earning a little on the side of my hard work will be very nice. So if you really are a fan of my writing please become my patron so we can be friends!
You can find the page here:��https://www.patreon.com/tfservant

I will make a small database of some adjusted older work of me and start adding new stories soon!

Thanks for reading and I hope to see you there!

-xoxo-

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For anyone interested I have made 3 tiers on patreon:

TF fans: get access to 5 captions with picture a week and the database of old captions (same content as my tumblr blog used to have but more often) TF enthusiasts: Same as fans but receive access to a longer story once a week TF lovers: Same as enthusiasts but receive access to a longer story twice a week. Access to the full database. Option to request captions or stories.

I really believe I can go back to the same quality of posting I had on this tumblr blog a long time ago. Please join me on patreon if you enjoy reading my work

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I've tried countless numbers of times to type this up but once you imo the email Tumblr suddenly experiences a "problem" and shuts down. Funny huh?!

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Alternatives to Tumblr if Yahoo goes any further

• Soup.io - well-known alternative to Tumblr. Reblogging, post types, themes, collab blogs, dashboard, artsy, great community already there.��Soup can auto-import everything you’ve posted on Tumblr.
• TypePad - Includes reblogging. Dashboard and post types similar to Tumblr.
• Jux - Artful posts, beautiful blogging experience

bollymusings

Reblogging cause one day it just may be neccessary.

arubbishmedic

It became necessary

well, that’s showbiz

Pictured above is spree killer Mark Barton��s final crime scene, after murdering nine people at the day trading firm where he worked, along with his wife and two children, he came to a stop at a gas station. Police spotted Barton and ordered him to stop, however he had managed to put his gun to his head and shot himself before the police could reach him.

The following is the suicide note that Barton left at the crime scene in his home, where he murdered his family:

To Whom It May Concern:

Leigh Ann is in the master bedroom closet under a blanket. I killed her on Tuesday night. I killed Matthew and Mychelle Wednesday night.

There may be similarities between these deaths and the death of my first wife, Debra Spivey. However, I deny killing her and her mother. There’s no reason for me to lie now. It just seemed like a quiet way to kill and a relatively painless way to die.

There was little pain. All of them were dead in less than five minutes.

I hit them with a hammer in their sleep and then put them face down in a bathtub to make sure they did not wake up in pain. To make sure they were dead. I am so sorry. I wish I didn’t. Words cannot tell the agony.

Why did I?

I have been dying since October. I wake up at night so afraid, so terrified that I couldn’t be that afraid while awake. It has taken its toll. I have come to hate this life and this system of things. I have come to have no hope.

I killed the children to exchange them for five minutes of pain for a lifetime of pain. I forced myself to do it to keep them from suffering so much later. No mother, no father, no relatives. The fears of the father are transferred to the son. It was from my father to me and from me to my son. He already had it and now to be left alone. I had to take him with me.

I killed Leigh Ann because she was one of the main reasons for my demise as I planned to kill the others. I really wish I hadn’t killed her now.

She really couldn’t help it and I love her so much anyway.

I know that Jehovah will take care of all of them in the next life. I’m sure the details don’t matter. There is no excuse, no good reason. I am sure no one would understand. If they could, I wouldn’t want them to. I just write these things to say why.

Please know that I love Leigh Ann, Matthew and Mychelle with all of my heart. If Jehovah is willing, I would like to see all of them again in the resurrection, to have a second chance. I don’t plan to live very much longer, just long enough to kill as many of the people that greedily sought my destruction.

You should kill me if you can.

Mark O. Barton

I feel unwanted.

Ho deciso di postare la mia ultima vignetta, quella che più mi rispecchia.

I'm Sorry To Everyone

Due to some recent events involving various people on here and other places I will not be finishing my series of stories and writing. I had so much planned with my stories and with a cross over story. With empty promise, heartache, and lots of stress going on its to much and I find myself breaking down more and more each day. If I could end it all I would but unfortunately with 6 people living here and the constant friends they bring around don't get a minute actually follow through. I was getting my juices flowing again to with this guy but turned out it was not for me. It saddens me to say goodbye but seems most people don't care as they've just used me for what they needed but to the people that do and was anticipating continuations of my stories and others I'm sorry but being so close to the straw that broke the camel's back with close friends how have actually helped said person but doesn't want to work with me when I thought they was my bro just hurts. And with everything going on I can't deal with more heartache. If you would like to get in touch with me you can do it in my KIK my username is venombomb. So again I'm sorry and this has been fun!

Goodbye,

Chris

hypno-servant

“Sit down” they said.

You thought these trust fund douchebags were stupid sitting on the porch gawking at boys and girls alike.

But then you looked into their tightly knotted bow ties and all resistance melted away. Their words began to soak into your brain. Thoughts of Ralph Lauren polos, crisp bow ties and boat shoes eradicated the person you were before.

“Why don’t you go change, we have a game of croquet we’d Iike you to join.”

Your mouth wide open with drool you simply nodded and walked inside to get out of your frumpy outfit into something more refined.

…

Here you sit. With your new best buds Blake and Ashton. Wearing a blue oxford shirt and brown patterned bow tie. What you were doing or where you were going has no significance now. Life didn’t exist before you were preppy.

baby-cuck

From bum to obedient trophy husband.

servantacademy

Just look at the results that can come from a simple brainwashing. Even with the resistance he put up, he couldn’t resist but to conform to our strict expectations to match those of the fine society he will now be re-entering. Washed, groomed, and slicked up into a fine suit, he is ready to put on a smile and eagerly serve any man who takes control of his drained mind. Do what’s best for you - join us.

thehypnoservant

On the eve of my 18th birthday, my father came into my room and said “You’re an adult now, you’ve got no need for those children’s clothes anymore”. He approached my wardrobe, in his hand a large trash bag. He threw everything I had away, except for the two dress shirts I had and the suit I wore for my aunt’s wedding last year.

“But what am I going to wear now, Sir?” I had to call my dad “Sir” since I was six. He said it adds to his authority and helps me to understand to respect elders.

“Don’t worry, son. I’ve got a whole new wardrobe for you.” he said and left my room. He returned with a bunch of dress shirts in his hands in all types of color, but most of them were light blue or white. “This is your wardrobe now”, he said, “A real man dresses like a gentleman and I expect you to do the same. Put on your suit, a dress shirt and a tie of your choice tomorrow. As for your birthday present, we will have a nice trip to the department store tomorrow to get you a few suits and ties. Welcome to the world of gentlemen!”

Well, that was my story. In the picture, you can see me on the morning of my 18th birthday, getting ready to buy some new clothes with my father. I have no choice but to obey him. I wonder what my friends will say when they see me in a suit in school tomorrow.