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🤪what’s the wildest place they’ve ever done something sexual?

💸have they ever or would they ever accept money or gifts in exchange for sex?

In one of the closets at Buckingham Palace while The actual queen was looking for her grandson Harry. With whom she currently shared that closet. They did eventually get caught, and she was sworn to secrecy with very intimidating paperwork and glowering security.

She's definitely accepted gifts for sex, but I don't think she saw it that way. Gifts are a language all their own in upper society, and they're used in a variety of different ways. How else are they supposed to use/flaunt/enjoy their money amongst each other. Why else do you think Clarence Thomas ended up with that big ol' motorhome? For Ember it was trips and experiences, custom designer pieces, and content. Dating rich men came with many gifts, some of which she would thank them for with sex if she was so inclined.

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Question of the day, straight from Discord: What's the worst movie for someone to say they wanna watch to "get in the mood"?

"Schindler's List?? Maybe... Like... I feel like not only is it like weird and stuff, but also disrespectful... and also kind of racist??"

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@valeriixchen

Sister Wives (2024) dir. Louisa Connolly-Burnham

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“It occurred to me that I was unhappy. And it didn’t feel so very terrible. No urgency, nothing. I could slip out of my life on a slow wave like this—it didn’t matter. I don’t have to be happy. All I have to do is hold on to something and wait.”

—

Helen Oyeyemi, from Mr Fox.

(via xshayarsha)

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Lee Ha-nee as Park Kyung-sun

Episode 1 | THE FIERY PRIEST 2 (2024) dir. Park Bo-ram

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@skylerb

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you get murdered first!

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gk

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GILMORE GIRLS (2000-2007)

4x13 | "Nag Hammadi Is Where They Found the Gnostic Gospels"

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Taylor Swift, Death By A Thousand Cuts

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"Is that something that happens to you often?" Sure she was pretty sure he was talking about Charlie, and the tiny cook did seem to be the finger wagging type, that's for sure. "I don't know Dr. Ellery really well, but I think most Doctors take courses on advanced finger wagging, so I totally get where you're coming from." With a little grin, Ember made sure he was steady sitting before getting up to gather up the fairy lights.

Returning to his side with them in a loop over her elbow, she once more hovered stabilizing hands on him as she guided him to his feet, wrapping one arm around one of his own so he could lean on her as she lead him to the elevator.

Brows rising as he stated he could use her help, her face softened into a wistful smile as he explained. "That is so romantic! You know she hardly talked about anything but you when you were gone, she really loves you, and now I see why." Pushing the button with her free hand, she then used it to brush her hair from her face for a moment as her smile remained on him.

"You totally got rescued by the perfect girl for the job, then. I've been setting up this sort of store for new people to like decorate their places. You'll get first crack at it."

He snorted at her assessment of his condition. "Not on the outside, at least." Roman stayed still as she inspected his head and let out a sharp inhale when her fingers brushed the apparent bump. Ruth will probably be pissed but it's not like she actually expected him to follow her orders of bed rest. He never did.

"I think I've had enough finger wagging from short women this week. Help me get upstairs and I'll be fine." He did his best to sound convincing.

"I could probably use your opinion on something anyway." Roman craned his neck around to double check that none of Charlie's many listening ears were around. It was like she was best friends with half the building. "Been working on that crummy little apartment and trying to make it feel.. homey. For Charlie."

For the off chance she ever decided she wanted to live with him again.

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"I know." And she did know, that he was right. They'd been searching for something in each other that just hadn't been there, their own desperate need to deny that fact having brought them together that night, had nearly fooled them both. But now Emily was there and the illusion couldn't be maintained any longer, even through distance and now here they were. Ending something that had never truly started in the first place.

Letting herself be tugged into his chest, Ember wasted not a moment in wrapping her arms around him and hugging him back just as tightly. Giving another watery little laugh as she extracted herself from him, Ember picked up the bottle to take another hearty swig and then held it out to him with a giggle.

"You're so fucking corny, oh my god."

He thought he could keep their conversation lighthearted but maybe there really was no other way. Ember downing her second glass like that wasn't the best sign, but neither were her eyes tearing up. He let her speak, especially when she stopped him from commenting on anything before she was done.

Zach slid off the counter with a slightly helpless sigh. It was heartbreaking and painful to watch someone dear in such a state, to listen to her speak about them like this.

"I wanted to protect you, Ember, just... Be someone to make you happy. I still do," he replied with barely a hint of a sad smile playing on his lips. "But if we were meant to be something more than friends we would've known that that evening. We'd feel that." Their words were painful but made more sense than anything they had told each other lately. Just like she wasn't her, he wasn't him either.

Zach cleared his throat and closed the distance between them when he pulled Ember into a tight, warm embrace, one hand buried in her hair and his cheek pressed against the top of her head. Finding some comfort in how their hearts seemed to synchronize the longer they stood there, he exhaled with an almost sad hum when their eyes met again.

"She changes everything, like Courtney," he finally admitted with so much ease it felt inappropriate at that very moment and brought a little color to his cheeks. He couldn't sugarcoat or lie even if he wanted to. "My grief stops hurting when I'm with her... She fills the cracks you and I bonded over, she's... life and hope. I felt it when I saw her again..."

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"Oh, no, for once it's like all is quiet, so let's hope it stays that way for a while." Smile bright on her face as she flounced into his apartment once the door was opened, Ember turned back to him and held out the bag by it's handle with both hands.

"I know it might not usually be her style, but Lis is so... classic, like... in her features you know, and I have this dress and no one would do it justice like she would. I offered but she wasn't sure if you'd like it, and I totally know you're like this man of culture and art and all of that... and this dress is both of those things. I thought, who better to appreciate it than someone who understands the historical and artistic merit of a one of a kind piece like this, especially on a woman as classically beautiful as your wife."

Henri could count the number of times someone had knocked on their door since moving into the Wexley on one hand. He and Elisabeth had a reputation for generally keeping to themselves and having little desire to change that, so they were left unbothered. His lip turned into a slight frown as he closed the leather bound journal he'd been reading and stepped away from the bar top in the kitchen. It was close enough to the entryway that it only took him a few moments to pull open the door, confusion clear on his face at the sight of September Wexley standing there alone.

"Gifts...?" He wanted to get rid of her. But he knew in the long run the smart move would be to entertain her now--assure her that he and Elisabeth were a couple like any of those on the lower floors. Miss Wexley was a gossip and he was sure turning her away would only spark the rumor mill.

After a pregnant pause he stood aside to allow her entrance into the home. "Pardon my confusion. Usually when someone comes it's to inform us of the latest chaos happening downstairs."

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