#A true Ralph Lauren girl she is!

[seraphiec]

Pretty Little Liars, S1E1.

[thatbitchery]

Very few things in this world will do you more harm than living around radioactive material. Second on that list is being a pick me. For any group of people.

That face girls make when they realize being a feminist doesn't mean being a girls girl to me and I am NOT. *YouRe NoT a GirLs giRl* babygirl yes obviously. What I look like playing with you just because we have similar anatomy lol. I am a me girl. I'm loyal to my goals and my paycheck. I'm not a ride or die I'm a ride and the second this stops being good for me Imma kick you out of the car lol. My loyalty is to my goals and paycheck. I put the self in selfish.

Nice girls finish last. Pick me's don't even finish at all. They lose the game at the starting point. They lose even before participating in the game. We alll know how it goes down for girls that cater to the patriarchy and misogyny in the hopes that they will be spared and protected from it (hehe). Let's talk being a pick me for the girls. The other day I told you to stop being a pick me to your *roots* because your own people will turn on you for clout, like Jlo did with the Bronx and remember what India did to Priyanka Chopra when she was trying so hard to be liked by them and accepted and then she moved to Hollywood and decided fuck all that and now she's *ouR bRown QuEeN rEpResEntiNg Us So cLasSy*. See how they didn't try that crap with Aishwarya Rai? See how they don't do that with Lupita Nyongo but see how they drag Tyla? She's trying to stay true to her roots and her roots are going on talk shows to call her an industry plant. Pick Me ism never works. When you leave, leave. They already hate you for leaving you won't win them back. And being a pick me for the girls is not different at all.

This girl I know is really inspirational. She made it out of the ghetto on her own, and not like me that got some scholarship and naturally just grew into it- clawed her way out of the mud. Beaten things that would probably kill me. I look up to this lady like I'd look up to a god if I believed in one. She's everything you'd want in a business woman. Class. Beauty. Sophistication. The bank, all hers. The problem with her, is growing up without female support and therefore craving female validation to the point of sabotaging her own self. Pickmeism for the girls. So if she wants to do something but the girls don't approve she won't. I've been shopping with her once and she was eyeing this set of lingerie that she OBVIOUSLY wanted but acted like she didn't and I know it's because her girls wouldn't approve. So the tea is this guy in this other group is obviously head over heels for her. She's obviously into him. They make a great match. Even a blind person can see this was orchestrated by God himself. He asks her out. They go out. A set of annoyingly perfect people. Annoyingly. Gorgeous, classy, successful, aligned. She is gashing about him . He is gashing about her. Mentally I'm preparing for the wedding because obviously it will happen. A few weeks later one of his friends want to know what he did to upset her because she blew him off. Huh. I'm baffled and obviously I'll ask.

One of her friends want him.

😂

I'll say that again. One of her girls is into this man so she can't break *girl code*

😂🚮.

Im like please be serious right now. You are a twenty seven year old woman I need you to act like it. The man on your dreams was dropped on your doorstep wrapped in glittery pink ribbons and came out with your name the only thing he can say and you're blowing it off because one your your friends want him?? 😂. Girl that's what they call a high value man pls all of us want him be for real right now 😂. Every single man that will be worth you we will all want pls 😂. You are the kind of woman that can only rightfully get with a man every other woman wants are you blind 😂. Girl he's a six foot unit of a simp with daddy's money and patek fillipe and had you in Ralph Lauren on your first date and Greek godliness and THAT IS YOUR TYPE . Be serious right now and call that man 🙏 😂 and have us in yachts next summer are you joking. Like if you don't call him I will. Your type is the most desirable type on earth every man you want we will want what are you on about 😭. Every man that ends up with you is immediately high value because being with you makes them high value we will want them too what 😭. What kind of fuckery is this call that man rn and get your dream family.

She can't. She's a girls girl 🚮. I'm like okay so will you marry the least desirable gay man on earth or? Because every man has some girl into him will you just drop them? If he hurt you I will be the first to make you leave. If he even sleeps and dreams that he has a dream where he is dreaming that he's dreaming of hurting one cell in your body I will personally excavate you from his space. He is not. He worships you. I have heard this man talk about you. I have seen the way he treats you. I have seen how much you like him. You have similar goals and similar values. You are who we pray to be. You are our vision board do you not get this.

She won't. She won't hurt her girl.

Well our brother in Christ is- like I said- annoyingly desirable so after asking and asking and trying to get with her he gets- get this- with one of her girls. Not even the one that *wanted him* lol. A rich girl heir that knows to play this hypergamy game and obviously people go where they were wanted- last night they got *engaged*. They are not friend groups that I'm really immersed in so I don't really care. My girl calls me crying because she was *betrayed* 😂. I hang up after she gets three sentences in because what fuckery is this? Oh no you swam and now there's water on your skin. If it isn't the consequences of my own actions. For some reason I always expect the people that have had the hardest lives to understand human nature the best and be the most street smart and I hate how often I get disappointed. As a business woman do you really not know your loss is someone's gain. Be for fucking real with me right now. You got played by some girl in the game that YOU chose to engage in and now you're shocked? It's a game someone has to win and you fumbled your chances, go home. So anyway *her girls* created a WhatsApp group to plan the wedding and didn't include her because she overreacted to the news and she should be happy for her bestie because she's a girls girl 😂. Not very girls girl of her to feel betrayed 😔✋.

The feminine is the most apex of predators. At some point you have to realize yes men are bad but women are just plain malicious. At some point you have to realize and accept that human beings are animals and females have a higher chance of survival despite being the weaker sex. Like one of these days you need to learn to connect the dots please. Getting played by a man I can accept it's a completely different game and just by existence we are two different types of players but ma please. Pleaseeee. Being played by men hurts because innately the playing field is not level but female to female I will be laughing at you, what's your excuse 😂.

The reason women like Hailey Bieber will always win in this happiness thing and Selena Gomez will always lose is the level of pickmeism. WhO iS tHe BiLLiOnAiRe who had a disease highly linked to stress. Who is always depressed. Who seems more pathetic. Who has the stronger name. Who, pray I ask, is always yapping about being in pain. EXACTLY. The end of Taylor Swift's pickmeism marked the beginning of Taylor Swift as a powerhouse and marked her *I'm the Music Industry* era. And she has never been a pick me for men has she? Naomi Campbell and Tyra Banks have never tried to be relatable so they go down queens of the runway how is that going for Kendall? Gigi Hadid is also a nepo baby but does she try to act relatable? Which one gets dragged more?

One of these days you have to understand being a pick me for women is still being a pick me and only works when you're an underdog. Once you make it they will tear you apart because women are more competitive than men are and naturally are worse predators than men ever will even dream of being. Men love each other , remember that one trend where they were being asked if they would rather snitch on their homeboys or cheat on their literal wives and they chose cheating on their wives? Because men needed to be in herds to hunt. Women can survive solo they don't rely on community that much so we can tear each other apart with zero to low consequences to ourselves. If men were non communal and selfish they would've been wiped out by the other predators, women will win a literal lion over by being motherly we literally don't need anybody to survive so we can tear each other apart with no consequences. Women are vicious, please. Seriously vicious, have you seen your MOTHER. The woman that BIRTHED you. How she treats you. Your own mother that you are not in competition with. If there's no random girl hating on you it's because you're ugly it's really that easy. You're ugly and you're not worth competing against so they can score humanity points by being kind to you. Bad bitches have opps. When you don't know who hates you and you're a bad bitch look out, they're snaking under the covers. You do it too it's not like you're holy. A woman's only competition is other women. Not men. We don't compete with men it's useless. We are our only worthy opponents so we tear each other apart for sport. Do you not know what an apex predator means?? Like , how long have you been alive? Is this your first interaction with other women?? The reason movements like feminism and 4B and the rest don't really take off en masse is women destroy each other for fun. Men do it for survival we do it for sport. That is why we have to biologically be nurturing, so we don't completely wipe out this species.

Wtf is a girls girl. Yes girls support girls between a girl and a man I don't care who is right I'm always on the girls side, but woman to woman pls. Woman to man? Idc right or wrong she is right he's wrong women are always right men are always wrong this is the law everyone that thinks otherwise should get shot in the head. Woman to woman though? No. I know you, because I know me. And I pick me always.

[eddiemunson-reader-shame]

A Freak and A Basket Case “As The Good Lord Intended” - Love Walks In

Eddie Munson x Original Character

Has the @stranger-things-x-oc-blog community inspired me to finally write about Allie? Yes. Yes they have. So please, have this Drabble about A Freak and A Basket Case that was written as the Good Lord intended: as an OC fic.

Divider by: @strangergraphics-archive

Big shout out to all my friends and moots in the Eddie Munson fandom. There are so many people to tag and I don’t wanna miss anyone, so if you’re a moot and you’re reading this, I love you 🥺❤️.

Trigger Warnings: Inappropriate and potentially triggering use of finger guns, suicide mention. In case you don’t like stuff like that, I’d avoid reading ❤️.

It had started so simple: with a smile.

“—and I trust in this group of fine, young Americans I see before me today, that you will not squander the opportunities given to you…”

They were playing with one another. Like unsupervised little kids. Pulling faces. Stifling laughter behind their hands.

“— trust that you will not bring shame to our school and that you will always conduct yourselves with dignity, honor and respect—…”

Eyes so dark brown they were almost black sparkled with the light of one thousand stars. Batting in a playful game of peekaboo behind a curtain of shaggy curls twirled around ringed fingers, deep grooves of smile lines betraying true intentions that had been previously hidden by his intimidating frown.

“— and that you will not let shame come to the good name of the Hawkins High Tigers—…”

Principal Higgins droned on, addressing the student body for the first assembly of the semester to encourage greatness in the faces of the bright, smiling, predominantly white young Americans of Hawkins High School. Some looked reverently back at him; in particular a new crop of senior students in Izod and Ralph Lauren sat up ramrod straight and smart.

They took away the attention from the majority of students struggling to stay awake after being forced to assemble at seven fifteen am on a Monday after summer break. Higgins made a point to make direct eye contact with his preppy flock’s bright blue eyes that matched his own, hands on either side of his podium like a preacher doling deliverance from a pulpit.

While the principal spoke his words of encouragement to his little audience of polished white collar perfection, two freaks were playing with one another, horsing around from worlds apart: the boy lurking off to one corner of the bleachers on the side where the scoreboard read “home”, the girl aptly placed on “visitor”.

Alejandra Perea giggled softly, covering her eyes with her hands as she peeked through the gaps of her fingers, cheeks positively red as the guy from across the way continued to play up like a fool.

She flexed her fingers, closing and opening them like the petals on a flower. Then positioned them lower, wriggling them by her lips. Imitating little tentacles. Like she was pretending to be a mindflayer.

The metalhead flared his nostrils and pursed his lips. He turned – maintaining side eye contact – and from that angle it looked like he had his finger up his nose. Dexterous fingers pretend picked, brown eyes squinted as if examining a booger, then he pretend flicked towards the gaggle of girls sitting a few rows below him.

Alejandra nearly chewed a hole in her jacket cuff trying to stop from laughing.

The guy smiled even wider. A long tongue stuck out at her, dark brown eyes crossed.

She snorted, covering her gap tooth grin, before making a fish face at him. Waving her hands like fins by her cheeks.

It had all started with a smile…

At first, they had both looked so intimidating. Both with a case of faces that looked bitchy and rude when at rest. Alejandra didn’t know a soul in this crowd, and she had been livid when her mother pulled into the drop off lane this morning. She thought she could hurt everyone before they hurt her, but she was wrong. Instead of trying to be a Bene Gesserit, she should have listened to the hundreds of afterschool specials that had tried to warn her of the worst possible outcomes of high school: bullying, being the new meat, becoming a victim.

During assembly, she found herself alone. Her attitude had soured her seat mates from having her around them, and she hid in the upper corner of the visitor bleachers while clutching her backpack to her and trying to read from a very old and rough Dune hardcover. Ten minutes ago the only man that would have managed to make her smile would have been the Lisan Al Gaib of Arrakis himself, that dreamy blue eyed Shortening of the Way that lived within the dog eared pages of her second hand Frank Herbert novel never failed to make her feel like life was worth living.

The expression Alejandra put on her face was angry, hateful. She bundled up in her quilted Carhartts jacket even though it was 80 degrees outside and high humidity. Her dress was as gray as her mood. And she wore a scowl to match. The whole look screamed Alia Atreides to her, but all anyone else saw was a poor blue collar shrimp attempting to cover up her cherry red nose and tear stained cheeks.

Then she caught sight of him.

He was an honest to god real life Eddie Van Halen – at first Alejandra had to do a double take to make sure it wasn’t actually the rockstar himself – sitting around the upper corner of the home bleachers. He was surrounded by guys in leather who were secretly passing around a plastic water bottle from which they took furtive sips, and he sat like a king on his throne with his elbows on his knees and his fingers steepled.

Not-Van-Halen’s face was scrunched up into a hateful squint. He looked like he would throw a chair if asked the time.

And she couldn’t stop staring at him.

He’d made eye contact with Alejandra. Raised a suspicious eyebrow. Challenged her silently to a stare down as his lip curled up in a snarl. And because he had on a shirt with a familiar outline of an angel falling over the words “US Tour 1975”, Alejandra Perea did something so natural and automatic, that it caught Not-Van-Halen off guard.

She smiled at him, and waved a timid hand.

Now here they were: two silly geese behaving like they were in elementary school, playing and pulling faces. They couldn’t have told you who started it if asked, they only knew that both were determined to finish it.

“And now,” Principal Higgins clapped his hands together, “I ask that everyone please rise for the Hawkins High Fight Song.”

Everyone stood in a grumble of protests and snickers, and half heartedly began to sing as the school band began to play. After being conditioned for the last few years, the more senior students knew their parts and played them well except for Not-Van-Halen and his entourage of friends, and for Alejandra, who didn’t know the words anyways.

She kept her eye on Not-Van-Halen, watching his friends rib and tease him as the others sang as one body the most convoluted, brainwashed lyrics that made up their school’s fight song. It was like watching a group of Fremen captives being forced to sing praises for Baron Harkonnen, and Alejandra made eye contact with Not-Van-Halen amidst the chaos.

She pressed her index and middle finger together, and with thumb up, pressed them to her temple. Universal high school code for boring, convoluted ass shit that just made you wanna paint the walls with your own dura mater.

Not-Van-Halen widened his eyes and put a hand over his chest as his mouth pulled a frown, before nodding in agreement and pulling another face. His tongue was waggling out at her, and little devil horns were made on his head with his spindly fingers, and Alejandra had to slap her hand over her mouth to stop from screeching out loud. The sound was muffled by the crescendo of students coming to the close of the song, and just as she was about to retaliate the dismissal bell rang. Shrill. Overpowering.

A grim reminder that she was still in Hawkins.

Principal Higgins made sure to clarify to his selected group of precious baby birds that the seniors were to head in the direction of the school cafeteria to Ms. Kelley and Mr. Kaminski for their schedules and locker assignments, doling out similar information half heartedly to the retreating freshmen, sophomore, and junior students.

Alejandra kept her eyes locked on Not-Van-Halen for as long as she could, but lost sight of him when she was overtaken by a throng of students all hurrying to move past her.

“Fuck, welp, I guess this is where we leave you and Jeff.”

Gareth Emerson took one more swig of the plastic bottle of Everclear that he’d snuck that morning from his mother’s Sears Roebuck liquor cabinet. Frank Kraguljac picked up his backpack and began to stand, grunting as he stretched. Frank was already complaining about the wait, pissed off because he’d lost a d4 in the bleachers just walking up to the highest point to sit down.

“Where are we even going?” Frank complained.

“Didn’t you hear Higgs? Front office, dude.” Gareth said, looking on as Eddie seemed to be searching for something, “You and Jeff are in the cafeteria, right Eddie?”

No response from his fearless leader.

“Hey… Eddie!”

“Huh?!”

His large brown eyes looked desperate, brows knitted together in a frown. The expression was concerning, certainly not something that self respecting Eddie Fucking Munson would ordinarily wear.

“What are you looking at?” Gareth asked, and all eyes turned to where Eddie had been looking previously.

The metalhead didn’t respond, pausing as he took one more glance out towards the visitor bleachers, as if hoping for something once more.

“I was waving at that new girl…” he muttered.

“Huh?”

“New girl?” Jeff Schaffer asked, looking around in the throng of students retreating.

“Yeah, you know, the one who kinda looks like that Valerie Bertinelli chick. Gray dress, quilted jacket, cute little bob cut…?” He replied, his voice trailing off as he continued to look out.

For obvious reasons, the prospect of seeing someone who resembled the guilty pleasure that was Barbara Cooper Royer had Jeff and Frank searching up and down. Gareth couldn’t place the name to the face, until he remembered that one of his favorite guitar players had married about four years ago.

“Valerie Bertinelli…? You mean the one that’s married to Van Halen?” he asked.

“Yeah, yeah, that one. She looks a lot like her! The new girl… the one that was sitting up higher in the bleachers, you know the one?” Eddie’s voice had become a bit more exasperated, growing increasingly flustered as he looked down at the slimming crowd.

“Uhhhhh…”

They all looked around. Jeff stood higher, leaned forward, and he squinted a little as he put a hand over his eyes. He repeated “Bertinelli… Bertinelli…” like a mantra as he searched.

“Bob cut… kinda curly…? Dark brown hair? Rick Moranis type glasses?” He asked.

Eddie’s eyes lit up, a smile tugging at his lips, and his wild hair whipping back and forth.

“Yes! That’s her! That’s her! You’ve seen her, right?”

“Yeah, she’s standing right over there. That’s her right? In the brown jacket with all those patches?”

Jeff pointed out Not-Bertinelli standing in line to leave. She seemed to be looking for someone, bouncing on the soles of her feet.

Leaning over his friend and slapping the back of his leather coat, Eddie followed the point, nearly sending the two of them toppling over the bleachers. Jeff got annoyed and hissed a snide “get off my ass” before Eddie moved.

Utterly smitten. Still with more faces to pull.

“Yeah…” he breathed, his grin overtaking his face, “Yeah, that’s her.”

They all stared. Frank catching flies with his mouth open, Jeff still squinting, and Gareth with his right hand over his mouth.

“… Bertinelli, huh?” Gareth asked, skeptical.

Eddie nodded.

“… she looks more like a hobbit.” Jeff admitted.

The comparison caused Eddie to splutter and the rest of Hellfire Club to laugh, nearly choking on their own spit.

“Excuse me?” Eddie blurted, “You think she looks like a hobbit?!”

“Oh shit...” Gareth grinned, “Yeah I totally see it. Darker skin tone, chubby face, curly brown hair… and she’s tiny!”

“She just blends right into the crowd.” Jeff nodded, “Good at hiding? Brown skin? That’s a Harfoot, dude, not Bertinelli.”

“Shut up!” Eddie hissed, his face turning red as he shoved a laughing Jeff, “Be nice! She totally looks like Bertinelli!”

“Man, that’s a Baggins from Bag End. Admit it!”

“Gareth shut your mouth or I swear to God your long rests will never know peace-…”

“Bertinelli Baggins of the Shire.” Frank blurted out.

The boys began to howl with laughter, while Eddie shoved them all. Each one alternated with different fucked up variations of jokes. Asking if she’d used the one ring to disappear from view. Suggesting that they corner her during lunch and see if they could check for curlicues on her feet.

All the while Eddie was trying to call his men to order. Screeching like an angry barn owl for them to shut the fuck up, it’s not funny, his beet-red face evidence that he was hypocritically fighting for his life to not bark out his own unhinged laughter at the jokes. Because secretly he knew they were right. The cute new girl was totally a hobbit.

Bertinelli Baggins…

Eddie silently hoped that maybe he’d manage to get lucky and find her again. Even if he had to look in every smial this side of Hawkins High School to find the Bag End she called home.

[liminal-zone]

if she has to, she’ll kill every one of us

fic link: give me a call if you ever get desperate

fandom: the matrix | ship: trinity/neo | characters: trinity, persephone, smith

rated: M | tagged: hurt/comfort, a lot of queer machines having unrequited love with the One sorry not sorry

summary: The familiar voice is haunting, and the words are true: “You wouldn’t have just come if I gave you a ring. How else do I get your attention?”

Or, Trinity descends into the underworld to collect her lover once more.

Written for the February 2024 NeoTrin Fic Exchange for thene

excerpt:

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Her DSI shifts a little out of the need for discretion, perhaps respect for an old haunt. What is slick and black becomes a soft gray; the very picture of a visiting mother in Ralph Lauren and sensible shoes, a Chanel bag and rouge on her cheeks. No one stops her as she enters the school wing of the church, hallways she remembers well when she was decades and decades younger. A little girl learning about long division and the holy trinity and that everyone is watching her with motives she couldn’t trust.

It all looks the same except everyone has a cell phone.

There’s a room where the babies sleep, and that’s where she enters. The code is very clear in front of her, silvers and golds and a surprising vibrant crimson, in the body of a tall woman in a habit holding a book in her hands. 

“I hear you wished to speak with me,” Trinity says. “Though I have some thoughts about your methods.”

The woman looks up, and the face shifts. A moment of horror, the color of a television tuned to a dead channel appearing between the wrinkles of an elderly woman with kind eyes as it shifts to the perfect skin, the haunting pink lips, the dark dark eyes of a familiar face. 

“You wouldn’t have just come if I gave you a ring,” Persephone says. “How else do I get your attention?”

Her fingers curl, nails biting into her palm. “You have a cure,” Trinity says, sharp. Not a question and more than an assumption.

“Indeed,” is the reply.

“The price?”

“A conversation.”

“Not a kiss?” Trinity’s words echo for a moment before–

“--<i>and</i> a kiss.” The ancient creature with a woman’s face smiles.

“Your price has grown steep,” Trinity replies. She could say no, she could become violent. Trinity has significantly more self control these days, and she has faced villains unimaginable. Returned from the dead. She can handle this queer tête-à-tête. 

After all, she would very much like to see Neo’s eyes once more. 

Trinity runs her fingers against the palm of her hand, imagining and realizing a comfortable chair. Something she remembered from her youth, in her grandmother’s home, a soft comfort. She sits down, and places the Chanel bag on the floor to let it disappear into trash code. Her hands rest in her lap, she assumes the feeling of comfort. She looks Persphone in the eye. “I accept your terms. A conversation.”

“And a kiss,” is the quick response.

“And a kiss.” Conciliatory, a submission of sorts.

Persephone sits on the counter, her legs covered by thick wool skirts. A bare ankle revealed; an amuse bouche. “For centuries, I was on the arm of the most powerful men in the Matrix. And now you have all of them. Your paramour, your ally, your prisoner. How do I compete with you?” she replies. “La dame sans merci.” Words spoken from alluring lips. 

“Are you asking me to add you to my—,” Trinity pauses, the word alien to her: “—retinue?”

“I would never presume,” Persephone says. “But I do miss the games we played, and the rewards and consequence.” 

[roosterforme]

What body wash and perfume do you picture the girls wearing in your fics?

Nonny, here we go... in no particular order...

Kitten favors a light scent. She alternates between Perfect by Marc Jacobs and Gucci Bamboo. However, she personally loves the smell of fresh, clean sweat on Coach.

Princess smells like wildflowers to Daddy. She wears xo, Victoria from Victoria's Secret. Daddy is obsessed.

Molly used to wear a light citrus body spray, but only on days when she wasn't at the hospital for a work shift. Now she has started wearing Bob's cologne (Light Blue by Dolce & Gabbana).

Sugar only wears Ralph eau de toilette from Ralph Lauren. Beer Boy reacts to it like it's a math equation written in her handwriting (AKA it gives him a boner).

Baby Girl likes rose and vanilla. She wears The 7 Virtues Vanilla Woods. Roo will find the exact spot on her body where she sprayed it hours ago and press his nose there.

Jessica Reed wears Chanel Chance. She even sprays it around her closet. It's her one true splurge item she treats herself to.

[brian-in-finance]

Video 📹 from 11 May 2020 Harper’s Bazaar

We Want to Be Caitríona Balfe Reading Poetry on the Beach Right Now

The Outlander actress recites W. B. Yeats in a short film by photographer and director James Houston.

In a new video, Caitríona Balfe is spending her day the way we'd like to be spending our time social distancing: on the beach, alone, reading poetry. The footage of the Outlander star was filmed back in February, months before the concept of quarantines and lockdowns had even crossed our minds, but now, the clip of Balfe in solitude is even more relevant.

The short film was shot by photographer and director James Houston—an old friend and frequent collaborator of Balfe's—in L.A. In it, the actress runs barefoot on the sand, laughing with the wind blowing in her hair.

"Shooting Caitríona is always such a wonderful and rewarding experience," Houston tells BAZAAR.com. "She is a dear friend and a true natural beauty. Even though her star has risen over recent years as a respected actress, she has remained the same grounded and humble girl I met years ago. I loved this shoot of her because it showcases her timeless beauty. I chose to take her to the ocean with minimal styling, hair, and makeup to capture an intimate, raw portrait of her."

In the background, Balfe narrates the poem "He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven" by W. B. Yeats, which was a collaborative choice made by both the actress and director. "After I directed this piece for Caitríona, I was thinking about what to put behind the visuals," Houston explains. "I know Caitríona is well read and loves poetry, so rather than just use a music track, I asked her to send me a few of her favorite poems. I chose W. B. Yeats as it just felt right for Caitríona and the visuals. After recording her reading the poem (which only took two takes), we added the sounds of the ocean and birds. I really love the result."

Watch the full video above, and read Balfe's interview on last night's Outlander Season 5 finale, featuring more photographs from Houston below.

Harper’s Bazaar

Sweater, Ralph Lauren

Coat, Aritzia; skirt, The Row

Remember… William Butler Yeats, widely considered one of the greatest poets of the English language, received the 1923 Nobel Prize for Literature. His work was greatly influenced by the heritage and politics of Ireland. — poets.org

[f0point5]

would love to hear more of your takes on the wags fashion senses!! i think you bring a great perspective

Aw thanks 😊 I’m so not qualified though I don’t know anything about the principles of fashion or aesthetics at all so keep that in mind lol

Alexandra - I have to say her style is slowly becoming my favourite. I feel like she has a really consistent style and she dresses for her body type. I do think she is quite a shy person and the reason I think that shows up in her fashion is because there’s such a stark difference between “race weekend” casual and actual casual for her. Like around Monaco or in pictures when she on holiday with friends you see her in more trousers, even jeans, whereas on race weeks even while travelling it’s a lot more float dresses that I think are designed to look more out together. No shade, she looks great either way, but i feel like it’s noticeable. That said she does have a stylist and I think that plays into it a bit. I don’t always love what she wears but it’s always soothing that I would associate with her, which I just love. I love when people dress in a way that is recognisable as “their” style. Also, She gets wayyy too much hate for wearing affordable/gifted clothing though. People are so deluded if they think even wealthy people only wear couture all the time in their early 20s. It’s not true. Find me one person from the age of 16-26 who is rich who doesn’t have at least 5 items of high street clothing in their closet. Yes they may be able to afford nicer things and appreciate quality but it’s really not that deep. Sometimes you just see a Zara jacket you like. No one cares if it’s not Chanel. Also if you’re gifted clothes, why would you not wear them? Brand deal or no brand deal if someone gives me a voucher to get something from their website and I like it? Hell yeah I’ll wear it to a race to promote the brand. Why not? They’re kinder to me than everyone on the internet complaining about me all the time anyway.

Rebecca - oof. She’s hit or Miss for me. The misses are infrequent, but there have been a couple of appearance where I’m like girl why and it’s an extreme why. The curly hair thing was a why. The outfit she wore on Saturday in Miami was a shy.. I actually generally like her style, I like that she wears a lot of neutrals. For me she epitomises the original aesthetic of Ralph Lauren, which I believe he based on his own wife. Elegant, simple, effortlessly sexy, and I actually think that fits her so well because her face matches the vibe. People have a lot to say about her surgeries and her previous jobs but purely from the looking at her I think she has the most “wealthy” aesthetic, in the face and the style. Also, she so clearly has learnt from being a model how to dress herself and put herself together well. Also that simplicity is something you learn from modelling because you’re so often made to go to casting in the bare minimum of make up and clothing and somehow you still have to make that work for you, which she does.

Carmen - She Calls her stylist too often, methinks. I love a curated and recognisable style, I do. But her and George are almost too curated, especially because I do think they take the “old money” cosplay too far. I actually dress quite similar to hear a lot of the time, but I also feel like if you are going to wear wide leg trousers and a blouse without fail all the time, you do need to add more spice sometimes. Like she could benefit from a colourful mini Kelly to go with an outfit, or maybe a pattern silk shirt, sort of Versace style, to go with the trousers once in a while. Look, even Lydia Millen (who I think of when I see Carmen because of the cosplay) adds different colours and prints in sometimes. And maybe this is going to sound harsh, but because she looks so much older than she is, I wouldn’t style her like I would style Susie Wolff. You can tell exactly when Carmen completely revamped her style, it is a very simple picture essay. I just feel like she decided on this particular aesthetic but she’s not living in it enough to be comfortable enough to have fun with, and infuse her own personality into it. So yeah while I like her outfits, I think she adheres too rigidly to the aesthetic.

Kelly - Controversial, but I don’t actual hate everything she wears. As I said, I think she really appreciates the art of fashion, and she is very excited to have access to all of it, but she gets lost in the shuffle. Contrary to popular belief I don’t actually think Kelly is a very strong character, I think she uses her clothes to make herself seen in a lot of situations where she would otherwise not feel confident, and that’s why her clothes always look like they’re wearing her. I really like her style when she is not “being seen” such as the outfit she wore when yacht shopping with Max, or the outfits she wore in Paris and Melbourne when outfit with Penelope. Or at the Longines horse show. That style is more similar to Rebecca’s which I think suits both of them. I think she looks good in Louis Vuitton, they’ve dressed her for the Monaco GP the last two years and both outfits suited her. I think she just uses the clothes as a crutch sometimes and she really doesn’t have to.

Lily M - No notes. Perfection. I love her outfits, she always looks so put together. I think she’s a bit of a foil for Kelly because she also experiments sometimes with colour and has a more mature style than say, Alexandra or Kika, but Lily always seems so at home in her clothes, they never overshadow her. I don’t love everything she wears all the time but I always think what she wears suits her.

Lily Z -Has upped her style game from last year that’s for sure. Her style is pretty unique amongst wags, but pretty…normal? Relatively affordable, not too dressy, not too attention grabbing. I do notice that she seems to put a bit more effort in now, I guess she’s more aware of being watched. But still definitely keeping herself low-key and isn’t falling into the influencer trap at all, which makes sense considering once she finishes her engineering course she is looking to work in motorsport. Sorry to say but she won’t be taken as seriously if there’s pictures of her dressed like Kika.

Kika - Dresses like every other girl her age would if they had her body. She’s gorgeous but the style to me is very a la mode.

Hope you enjoyed my style rundown 🫣

[localsya]

Heya! I saw you once talking about fashion and i was wondering if you could do hc about the ER ladies about it? Love your art!

YOU HAVE AWAKENED SOMETHING I HAD LONG FORGOTTEN TY JKNHFGH im jumping straight on cause i do now what to write WOOWOWWOW Rennala- the money is old i can fucking smell it, basically touch it, i however i do feel she has these preferences for certain brands not out of being pretentious but its just the lifestyle she has always known, peak brand would be Chanel ofc, other old money brands like Hermes, Yves Saint Laurent and maybe Ralph Lauren too

Ranni- same as rennala but this time shes more than aware about the quality she preferes cause pRiNcEsS, peak brand wold again be Chanel, but her personal preference will always be Prada

Melina- this girl is a true one, trift store it is, but she still manages to find little jewels cuz she knows what shes doing, i do think she has a vibe of Vivienne Westwood tho, and for the Prada pairing with Ranni, Melina would adore Miu Miu (Prada's little sister)

Marika- Versace. Jacquemus. Its pretentious, its expensive, strong and either really bold and confident like Versace with their bordering bondage leather 1992 dress or godlike and clean pure like jacquemus 2020

Godwyn- Maison Margiela, yes just yes, he would def adore the replica perfume brandig and the loosened romantic style Maison has, Dolce & Gabbana would be one of his preferences too, specially the sartoria

[talkingtea]

Him wearing stuff that has flash logos on them is so funny. Remember the Ralph Lauren jacket with the flash symbol and dice on it. That's how he got the girl/Candice, huh?! Is it cuz he thinks he is Barry and she is Iris? LOL Cuz Barry would NEVA treat Iris the way he treats Candice

He is so messed up in his head. If he truly loves Candice, he would realize he is destroying everything she has worked hard for as well as her psyche and leave her alone.

But we know he is a destructive force. Some people just are destructive forces. And you should never mess with them cuz they never change and they WILL destroy you while acting like they're a positive force in your life

He was a true blue fan. Like in Grant’s mentions on Twitter gassing him up and telling him how good the show was back in like season 2. We have no doubt he slid in Candice’s DM’s on that same bullshit only he took it further. Back then that’s when she should have been like thanks for being a fan and then cut that shit off. It would have saved her a world of trouble.

[papermoonloveslucy]

MOVIES on TV!

Part 1 ~ The Movies of “I Love Lucy”

When “I Love Lucy” premiered in 1951, Lucille Ball was a bona fide movie star. By contrast, her creation Lucy Ricardo was a fan - idolizing film stars and Hollywood. 

~FACTUAL FILMS~ 

THE TALL MEN ~ “Lucy Visits Graumans” (1955) 

Other than this establishing shot, there is no mention of the film, which starred Clark Gable and Jane Russell. “Lucy” actors Will Wright and Harry Shannon were also in the cast. It premiered at Graumans on September 22, 1955. 

BLOOD ALLEY ~ “Lucy and John Wayne” (1955)

The film is promoted by Wayne approving of a large poster of the film, which co-starred Lauren Bacall. 

SABRINA ~ “Getting Ready” (1954)

LUCY: (on the phone) “Would you like me to give a message to any of the gang out there? You know, Clark or Cary or Van or Marlon? Oh, all right. (writing) Tell Bill Holden that Marion Van Vlack saw ‘Sabrina’ five times!”

Sabrina is a 1954 romantic comedy-drama directed by Billy Wilder, based on Samuel A. Taylor’s play Sabrina Fair. In addition to Holden, the movie starred Humphrey Bogart and Audrey Hepburn. “I Love Lucy” character actors Ellen Corby and Nancy Kulp play supporting roles.

THE COUNTRY GIRL ~ “L.A. at Last” (1955) 

William Holden promotes his latest film co-starring Bing Crosby and Grace Kelly. Also in the cast were “Lucy” actors Sarah Selby, Frank J. Scanell, Gene Reynolds, Paul Fix, and Harold Miller. 

THE BIG COMBO ~ “The Star Upstairs” (1955)

Cornel Wilde promotes his latest film co-starring Richard Conte, Brian Donlevy, and Alan Wallace. Also in the cast were “Lucy” actors Jack Chefe and William Conaty. 

A PRIZE OF GOLD ~ “The Tour” (1955) 

Richard Widmark promotes his latest film, his first for Columbia Pictures. 

CAMILLE ~ “The Dancing Star” (1955)

While singing “How About You” with Van Johnson, Lucy mentions the 1936 film Camille, which starred Greta Garbo and Robert Taylor. Although Taylor never appeared on the series, Lucy claims to have met him at the Farmer’s Market and gotten his autograph on an orange. As for Van Johnson, he appeared with Lucy and Desi in Too Many Girls (1940) and with Ball in Easy To Wed (1946).  

There are several other mentions of the film throughout the series, but it is unclear if they are referring to the character from the Dumas fils book and play or the film. This is also true of Gone With The Wind. 

CAPTAIN LIGHTFOOT ~ “In Palm Springs” (1955)

Guest star Rock Hudson promotes his latest film co-starring Barbara Rush and Jeff Morrow. 

THE SHEIK ~ "The Hedda Hopper Story" (1955)

MRS. MCGILLICUDDY: "Oh, and I must see the house where Rudolph Valentino lived.  Oh, I'll never forget him in ‘The Sheik’.  (sings) I'm the Sheik of Araby. Your love belongs to me..." LUCY: "You know, they're grooming Ricky to be another Rudolph Valentino." MRS. MCGILLICUDDY: "Ricky? Ricky who?" RICKY: "Ricky me. That's who." MRS. MCGILLICUDDY: "You? (mocking laugh) Why, you're not fit to touch the hem of his bernouse!"

THE IRON PETTICOAT ~ “Lucy and Bob Hope” (1956)

As Hope enters Yankee Stadium, a young fan (David Saber) asks him for an autograph. Before granting it, he asks the boy “Have you seen my latest picture, ‘The Iron Petticoat?’”  The boy eagerly replies, “Yes, sir.”  However, the film, co-starring Katherine Hepburn, didn't premiere in the USA until early January 1957, three months after this episode aired. It was produced and directed by Ralph and Betty! Not the Ramseys, but Betty Box and Ralph Thomas. Hope had appeared in two films with Lucille Ball, and would do two more. 

LIFEBOAT ~ “The Celebrity Next Door” (1957) 

Ethel gushes to Tallulah Bankhead that she saw her in Lifeboat (1944). 

SAYONARA ~ “The Ricardos Go To Japan” (1959)

Trying to be savvy about Japanese customs, Lucy says she sat through Sayonara twice. The 1957 film details a romance between an Air Force pilot (Marlon Brando) and a Japanese woman (Miyoshi Umeki), winning four Oscars.

FOREVER DARLING ~ “Ricky’s European Booking” (1955) 

The episode features the Pied Pipers singing the title song from Lucy and Desi’s upcoming fantasy film featuring James Mason. 

At the end of the original broadcast of “Bon Voyage”, there was a tag scene to promote the film (and record). Although cut for syndication, the DVD restores this tag scene. Lucy and Desi [or is it Ricky?] are seen sitting in deck chairs.

LUCY: “Did you see the ship’s newspaper? They just raved about your new MGM record of ‘Forever, Darling.’ They said it’s gonna be one of the top records of the year. Let’s get them to play it on the public address system. I know how modest you are, but think what a treat it would be for the passengers.”

SEVEN BRIDES FOR SEVEN BROTHERS ~ “Lucy in the Swiss Alps” (1956)

LUCY: “You remember that picture 'Seven Brides for Seven Brothers'? Somebody shot a pistol and it caused a great, big avalanche.”

After getting trapped by an avalanche, Ethel asks “How'd they get out in 'Seven Brides for Seven Brothers'? Lucy replies that “They waited for the spring thaw!”

~FICTIONAL FILMS~

DON JUAN

The film that takes Ricky Ricardo to Hollywood is mentioned in dozens of episodes. 

“Don Juan is all about love. It’s got nothing to do with marriage.” ~ “Don Juan and the Starlets” (1955)

SIGNORA LORENZO: “Hark! Do I hear a footfall? Is that you, Don Juan?” DON JUAN: “Yes, it is I, O lovely one. Would that I had the power to tell you what is in my heart tonight.” SIGNORA LORENZO: “What do you mean, my dearest?” DON JUAN: “I have come to say farewell.“ SIGNORA LORENZO: “No, say not so.” DON JUAN: “Would that I could ask you to fly with me, but I know that you’re devoted to your husband, Count Lorenzo.” SIGNORA LORENZO: “Yes, much as I love you, I must stay with him. He is old and feeble and he needs me.” DON JUAN: “But for him, I would sweep you into my arms and carry you over yon garden wall.” SIGNORA LORENZO: “Oh, that I could cut these ties that bind me!” DON JUAN: “Do not cry, my dearest. It was not meant to be. I had no right to win your heart. I had no chance to win your love. So, now, I’m afraid I must say farewell."

Lucy reads that Variety reports that Ricky’s Don Juan is scheduled to have a $3 million budget and be filmed in color. Errol Flynn played Don Juan in Adventures of Don Juan in 1948, which was also in color and budgeted at 3.5 million dollars. Douglas Fairbanks played the character in 1934, and John Barrymore was in a 1926 version that featured a young Hedda Hopper, before she turned to journalism.

MOON OVER BAGHDAD ~ “The Mustache” (1952)

A talent scout (John Brown) is casting a new film called Moon Over Baghdad, an Arabian nights-style Technicolor extravaganza. This is the first time we get a hint of Ricky’s movie aspirations, which will eventually take the foursome to Hollywood in season 4. Through tenuous connections (“My agent has a friend whose brother-in-law knows the talent scout’s wife.”), Ricky, Lucy (beard concealed), and the Mertzes all vie for his consideration. In the final scene, Lucy has finally managed to remove her whiskers and Ricky lands a screen test for the film, although we never hear anything about it again, even when he tests for Don Juan in season 4.  There’s also an offer for Lucy.

LUCY: “I don’t care what they pay me. I am not going to play the part of your father!”

WOMEN FROM MARS ~ “Lucy is Envious” (1953) 

Lucy and Ethel make money to fulfill a pledge by doing a stunt for an upcoming film, Women from Mars. The plot was most likely inspired by the 1953 film The War of the Worlds which is also about a Martian invasion. Two days before this episode aired, a British film called Devil Girl from Mars hit US cinemas. Also hitting the big screen in 1953 was Invaders From Mars, which featured Hillary Brooke (“The Fox Hunt”) and Richard Deacon (“The Celebrity Next Door”). America had Martian madness!

BITTER GRAPES ~ “Lucy’s Italian Movie” (1956)

On the train to Rome, Lucy is eyed by Vittorio Philippi (Franco Corsaro). Taking the title literally, Lucy investigates the wine-making business, leading to one of the funniest scenes in television history as Lucy stomps grapes. 

After a tussel in the vat, Lucy proves to ‘blue’ for the role - a typical American tourist - which goes to Ethel instead. Lucy one bitter grape! 

TROPICAL RHYTHMS ~ “Home Movies” (1954)

Ricky creates an audition film for a television project. Then Lucy and the Mertzes add their own home movie (a Western) to create a very chaotic film. 

GUYS & DOLLS ~ “Lucy and the Dummy” (1955)

When the episode was running short, a preview clip of the upcoming MGM film musical starring Frank Sinatra was inserted into the Executive Show sequence. After one airing, the sequence was removed and has never been restored. The morning after the original broadcast, fans phoned a bewildered Sinatra to tell him he was on “I Love Lucy” last night - which he knew nothing about! 

~UNMENTIONED TITLES~

Un-Titled Florida Project ~ “Desert Island” (1956)

Ricky announces that he’s going to be in a film about the history of the state of Florida. The movie will feature Claude Akins (as a giant native), Joi Lansing and Jil Jarman. Ricky says he will appear in the ‘modern’ scenes playing with his band in the hotel nightclub. In real life, Desi Arnaz got his start in showbusiness in a Florida nightclub.

CLUNY BROWN ~ “The Fox Hunt” (1956) 

A few seconds of establishing stock footage of Berkshire Manor was taken from the 1938 Ernst Lubitch film Cluny Brown, which was filmed by 20th Century Fox in a Hollywood studio, but takes place in England. In the film, the home is named Friars Carmel Manor, but with the exception of the lettering bearing the name, the footage is identical.

STAGE DOOR ~ “Lucy’s Italian Movie” (1956)

LUCY: “The calla lilies are in bloom again.”

This is a quote from Stage Door (1937), which Lucille Ball always called her ‘big break’. It was Katherine Hepburn’s first line in the play within the film, and was repeated throughout the movie. Ball always admired Hepburn, and it is possible the writers included the line as an homage to her.

BUS STOP ~ “Lucy and Superman” (1957) 

The Appleby’s come over for a social evening. As the scene opens, Caroline is in mid-sentence talking about a film.  

CAROLINE: “And he picked up Marilyn Monroe, slung her over his shoulder and carried her off!”

Although the title is never mentioned, the film they are discussing is Bus Stop, starring Marilyn Monroe and Don Murray. It was released in August 1956, two and a half months before this episode was filmed. Frequent “Lucy” character actor Hans Conried has a featured role in the film.

HOW TO MARRY A MILLIONAIRE ~ “Changing the Boys Wardrobe” (1953)

The gang is heading to the movies to see “That picture we’ve been trying to get to for weeks with Marilyn Monroe.” The movie is either Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, which premiered in New York City in July 1953, or How To Marry A Millionaire, which premiered (just in Los Angeles) one day after this episode was filmed.

ETHEL: “Wasn’t that a wonderful dress she had on in the big number?”  

Both films were musicals, so this doesn’t narrow it down very much. In either case, it is likely that the title goes unmentioned because Lucy and Desi had just filmed The Long, Long Trailer for MGM Studios and How To Marry a Millionaire and Gentlemen Prefer Blondes were 20th Century Fox pictures.

~FILM INSPIRATIONS~

MURDER AT THE VANITIES ~ “Lucy Gets Into Pictures” (1955)

Lucy finally gets a part as a murdered showgirl in an (un-named) Hollywood movie directed by Ricky’s friend Frank Williams (Lou Krugman). The film may have been inspired by 1934′s Murder at the Vanities, in which Lucille Ball had an uncredited role as a showgirl.

THE MAJOR AND THE MINOR ~ “The Kleptomaniac” (1952)

Under hypnosis (and with a knowing wink to Ethel), Lucy reverts to childhood, with a story and a voice doubtlessly influenced by Ginger Rogers in the 1942 film The Major and the Minor. 

LUCY: “It all started when I was a little girl. I was riding on the streetcar one day and I looked up and I saw a box and it said, 'take one.’ So I took one. From then on, I took anything that came into my pretty head even though it didn’t say 'take one.'  I took a bright new penny. I took a bicycle. I took a little boy. But my mother made me give him back.

DUCK SOUP ~ “Lucy and Harpo Marx” (1955) 

The mirror routine between Lucy and Harpo was first performed by Groucho in Duck Soup (1933). Lucille Ball and Harpo had appeared together in Room Service in 1938 for RKO Studios. 

DANCE, GIRL, DANCE ~ “Bullfight Dance” (1955)

The final look for Lucy’s bull costume was no doubt inspired by Ferdinand the Bull, the story of the bull who’d rather pick flowers, than face the picador.  The character was integral to the story of Lucille Ball’s 1940 film Dance, Girl, Dance.

GENTLEMEN PREFER BLONDES ~ “Second Honeymoon” (1956)

The plot of this episode very closely follows the adventures of Lorelei Lee (Marilyn Monroe) in the 1953 film Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. In common with this episode and the film is extra Monty O'Grady, who played a passenger on both vessels!  Also look for “I Love Lucy” actors Norma Varden (Mrs. Benson in “The Ricardos Change Apartments”), Elliott Reid (Edward Warren from “Face To Face”), and Bennett Green (Desi’s stand-in and veteran background player).

Lorelei’s dinner companion turns out to be a seven year-old boy, just like Lucy’s ping pong partner turns out to be young Kenneth Hamilton played by nine year-old Harvey Grant.

Lucy gets stuck in a porthole just as Lorelei did, also draping a blanket around her shoulders so passersby wouldn’t know what was really going on.

~FILM FUNNIES~

“Ricky Needs an Agent” (1955)

Trying to suggest possible film projects for Ricky, Lucy insert him into the titles of some of Hollywood’s best-known movies:

“Ricky, Son of Flicka” / Thunderhead, Son of Flicka (1945)

“A Streetcar Named Ricardo” / A Streetcar Named Desire (1951)

“Gone With the Cuban Wind” / Gone With the Wind (1939)

“Three Cubans in a Fountain” / Three Coins in the Fountain (1945)

“It Happened One Noche” / It Happened One Night (1934)

“Seven Brides for Seven Cubans” / Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (1954)

“Meet Me in St. Ricky” / Meet Me in St. Louis (1944)

“The Ricardos of Wimpole Street” / The Barretts of Wimpole Street (1957)

“Andy Hardy Meets the Conga Player” / Andy Hardy Meets Debutante (1940)

“Arsenic and Old Ricky” / Arsenic and Old Lace (1944)

[grlinterrupt]

rest in peace, grace oh.

you were gonna love grey cats. you were gonna love juicy couture and victoria’s secret. you were gonna love knockoff bags because your family is too impoverished to afford the real thing. you were gonna love drugstore makeup. you were gonna love wired headphones. you were gonna love spoiled attitudes and selfish behavior. you were gonna seek approval and attention. you were gonna hate your designs. you were gonna pull at your hair while walking down priscilla avenue after an argument with your boyfriend of the month. you were gonna be jealous of ashley’s authentic prada. you were gonna steal your brother’s cigarettes. you were gonna play music so loud it rattled your beat up car. you were gonna spit in nate's face. you were gonna hide your love for deer and the headlights. you were gonna hate every other girl on campus because “internalized misogyny” or whatever. you were gonna turn into a vampire and suddenly be better than everyone. you weren’t gonna turn into a vampire, only hoped you did because my babysitter’s a vampire fueled your idea of what it means to be hot.

you were gonna change over the summer. you were gonna love velour tracksuits. you were gonna love your baby blue thong revealing itself from the back of your jeans. you were gonna love the lace hem of your bra peeking out just enough to entice stupid frat bros who let you leech off their popularity. you were gonna climb your way to the top. you were gonna vomit in the back of travis mitchell's car. you were gonna ignore your mother’s curfew set for you because you’re in college and twenty-one. you were gonna reject your cultural traditions and turn into a spoiled all-american brat. you were gonna kiss a million boys you didn’t love. you were gonna speak your mother's native language poorly because you didn't care to practice anymore. you were gonna be mean. you were gonna consider dropping out. you were gonna stare at your popcorn ceiling. you were gonna love your cracked iphone. you were gonna love ‘09 tumblr. you were gonna stutter in front of girls. you were gonna roll your eyes at least five times a day. you were gonna bleach your hair a gross shade of yellow because toner wasn’t a word in your vocabulary. you were gonna love juicy fruit gum. you were gonna fight with your younger sister. you were gonna refuse to help at your father’s restaurant because it was embarrassing. you were gonna slam doors in your mother’s face. you were gonna love the bling ring scandal. you were gonna be obsessed with celebrities and paparazzi. you were gonna start stealing wallets from distracted businessmen on the street and take whatever cash they had. you were gonna fuel your shopping addiction with borrowed money you would never pay back. you were gonna hate authority. you were gonna hate yourself after every orgasm. you were gonna watch bad girls club. you were gonna attempt to run away a million times. you were gonna threaten to kill kimberly kennedy because she called you a hoe, even if it was true. you were gonna have silver eyeshadow and a digital camera. you were gonna chronically use facebook. you were gonna be at every party drunk off your ass.

you were gonna get sick from the black mold your parents couldn’t afford to fix until a week later. you were gonna chew on all your pens and pencils. you were gonna have hot pink acrylics. you were gonna have hot pink zebra print all over your bedroom. you were gonna have disgustingly dark bruises lining your body from sloppy makeouts. you were gonna tell your younger sister to leave the door unlocked before sneaking out. you were gonna tell your sister you loved her. you were gonna drag your crumpled body home underneath the buzzing street lamps. you weren’t gonna stop saying the r-word and f-slur because it rubbed off on you and also, it's 2011. you were gonna wear fake ralph lauren and miu miu. you weren't gonna remember where you managed to get so many fakes. you were gonna loathe stuffy church sunday with your family. you were gonna wear letterman jackets that didn’t belong to you. you were gonna feel your pulse weaken and fall over the coffee table. you were gonna get high on dust cleaner with some sorority girl you didn’t know the name of. you were gonna have a busted lip. you were gonna have a disgustingly bright blue synthetic wig. you were gonna love wedged sandals. you were gonna be the cool older sister. you were gonna be uncool and cruel. you were gonna love braided leather belts. you were gonna be gifted an out of season handbag by your aunt and cherish it. you were gonna cheat in your math class. you were gonna kick over the bathroom trash can in frustration. you were gonna dream of running away to los angeles or new york. you were gonna own hoop earrings from the korean owned beauty store down the block. you were gonna have an infected belly piercing. you were gonna worry your parents about who you were you were becoming. you were gonna fake it all. you were gonna bite your nails. you were gonna scream at your younger siblings for touching your computer. you were gonna flirt with the comic store cashier for a dare. you were gonna feel like you were destined to die in this town alone while sharing a cigarette with a blossoming incel in front of the newly built gamestop.

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Last updated: 4/16/24

[saulweissberg]

saul could admit there was a slight haunting familiarity of the young woman in front of him, but he thought that could be blamed on recent events. with terry now in town following micah out and theodora soon to move there in order to join his firm, there had been a part of him that expected to see an old face from his past in every corner. in every stranger. sometimes, he half-expected terry to appear behind him in his bathroom mirror or in the reflection of his office’s window. he might’ve fallen down dead if it had been his second ex-wife, cassie, that had caught him smoking weed on a street corner, but luckily she was back in manhattan where he had left her fifteen years ago. no, this girl in front of him looked like someone he had seen before, but perhaps she had just been a face he had seen but not cataloged in the aisles of earthwave or waiting in line behind him at the people’s pierogies. 

he was still a bit baffled by the look on her face. there seemed to be some weight behind every word she said—particularly the quip about d.a.r.e. and her parents—but he couldn’t begin to decipher any of it. in truth, he was finding her more than a little off-putting in a way that was reminiscent of his first wife. again, that might’ve just been recency bias, still expecting some other ex-wife to pop up from behind the dumpster down the alley or materialize out of thin air. though thalia and her brother lived in blue harbor, and really had the true claim over the town since they grew up there, saul had quickly detached from the edwards siblings shortly after his third divorce and put down his own roots. he made friends, first with the baileys and then with many more influential citizens, and then built up a whole firm with very little help, cultivating his new client base within months of opening the weissberg law firm’s doors. he made his own place in blue harbor. he made himself important. blue harbor gave him a fresh start, one that he wasn’t even sure he wanted when thalia first started begging him to move with her to her hometown, and while he missed manhattan and his life more than he could explain, he liked his life in illinois, too. to suddenly have reminders of his past, of his failures, in the corporeal forms of his ex-wives… well, he was beginning to understand why thalia and deacon were so irritated that he stayed in town instead of returning to new york after the divorce. “well, thanks.” saul shrugged, returning the joint to his mouth and inhaling forcefully.

you don't recognize me, do you?

then it made sense why she was acting so peculiar. out of all the places he thought he might’ve seen her before or any of the people he guessed she might’ve been related to, terry wasn’t very high on the list (but still on the list, nonetheless). his eyes widened comically and he coughed out the smoke he just inhaled. “lettie? like, abe’s lettie?” suddenly, she changed right in front of him. no longer was a young woman standing there, but a five-year-old girl. lettie had been just a few months older than micah, so close they might as well have been twins—but not as close in age as micah had been to saul’s brother’s son, gideon, the two weissbergs were born barely a week apart, so there had been a gaggle of children on each side of micah's extended family. he was overcome with memories of birthday parties and a bar mitzvah and little kids climbing all over his ralph lauren chinos. he remembered taking micah and his cousins to broadway plays and movie premieres to make up for some broken promise. he remembered being fun uncle saul to the kids, but the adult lowensteins never warmed to him. too blue blooded. not one of them, among his own damned people. maybe some people in high society called them the lowlysteins, but never saul. not even when he was blindingly mad at terry.

“holy shit!” saul exclaimed, closing the gap between the two and throwing his arms around lettie in a haphazard hug. “oh, you have grown up very much, honey.” saul gave her shoulders an affectionate squeeze and then pulled back. he didn’t want to mention it, but the last time he saw lettie, things had clearly been… on a downward spiral, that was the nicest way he could think to put it. the lettie standing in front of him now was vastly different from the girl he found in that club, eyes so vacant that he worried she couldn’t be brought back again from the place she escaped to inside herself. “what’re you doing in town? are you visiting your aunt?” he asked, assuming that lettie had no other reason to be in blue harbor of all places.

In hindsight, Lettie understood― in some distant, out-of-body sort of way― that the fact that Saul didn't recognize her made perfect sense; he'd stepped out of her regular orbit when she was five years old― a faded portrait in the gallery that was her life to date that she could recall with perfect clarity in spite of its endless years of neglect on her part. A brief restoration still ten years removed from their present moment in time― when Lettie had seen Sam's face in every passing stranger, when her birthday had carried the same weight as her funeral had, when oblivion painted Lettie's grief with the most soothing colors. She remembered even that encounter― the sour embarrassment she'd felt even through her high― had wanted to ask why he'd even been there in the first place and thought better of it in the face of her surprise that he even remembered her face when every sharpened nuance of her features had been washed out by the dullness in her eyes and the strobing lights in whatever club she'd decided to carve another piece of herself away in.

Hindsight, of course, meant nothing to her feelings― distant and unnecessary as they were― and Lettie wasn't willing to examine the sting that came from the lack of recognition. It was an expectation she would never keep for other people― her own half-neurotic ability to find familiarity in so many faces that had long since forgotten hers was unique as much as it was painful but she wasn't going to bother Saul with trying to voice any of that― settled finally for biting the proverbial bullet to at least make him aware that he might see her around once in a while. A little wraith at the periphery of his life, perhaps.

A laugh she hadn't expected to give him wound its way through her and when Lettie laughed she felt her eyebrows rise with surprise. God, when had she gotten so pathetic that her own laughter felt so foreign? "I mean," she started, halting just as abruptly to draw her lip between her teeth for a moment before she shrugged and offered him a wry smile. "I think I missed that boat a while ago― all of that D.A.R.E. shit we had to do in elementary school wasn't as effective as my parents hoped, I guess." Nervous fingers twisted at the ring again and Lettie snorted, "You're an adult, dude, I'm not planning on ratting you out. It sounds like way more trouble than it's worth..." she trailed off again and tried not to shift nervously as she raised her eyes to meet Saul's and offered him a tired smile. "You don't recognize me, do you?" she asked, barreling through before she allowed him a moment to even process her question, let alone answer it. She twisted a hand to point at herself, "Lettie. Terry's niece? I know it's... been a while but I didn't think I'd grown up that much."

[saintobio]

bros before hoes.

↳ (hinata, bokuto, atsumu, sakusa) msby/reader

rule 1. any girl brought to the frat house is by default a ‘house girl’ and she is free game for any brothers to hunt.

genre. pwp, explicit smut, college au, 18+

cw. frat boys!msby, gangbang, sakuatsu eiffel tower, descriptions of greek life, usage of alcohol & drugs, profanity, spit as lube, fingering, fellatio + cunnilingus, vaginal + anal penetration, overstimulation, spitting, unprotected, cum eating, degradation like once, consensual filming, pet names, spanking, dirty talk, voyeurism

notes. bokuatsu giving teddy & pete vibes from bad neighbors. yes it’s the frat au brainrot from my fratboy!gojo fic :P enjoy this hq version! i got lazy in the end pls

hq frat au collab

In Sigma Zeta (ΣΖ), any girl brought to the frat house is by default a house girl and she is free game for any Brothers to hunt.

There was no exception to the rule even if you had been dating the vice president of this fraternity for three years now. Atsumu always placed his Brothers on a higher pedestal as compared to you because one of the most important rule in their brotherhood was to strictly follow the ‘bros before hoes’ commandment. Not to say that you were a hoe, but college was a hive of fuck boys with commitment issues and insecure girls who sought validation from said fuck boys. You would like to believe that those people were a minority while all the others were actually more academically inclined because that was what college was meant to be.

You were in the middle of that spectrum, gearing towards focusing on your studies but also not missing out on the Greek side of college.

How could you even begin to describe the Greek Life?

It was more than just guys in shorts and Ralph Lauren button downs. Or red cups and neon lights. Or drinking and bonding games. There were terminologies used for every member of these hierarchical college organizations, ranging from Bigs to Littles to Pledges. Being part of the Greek society was where you would learn the true meaning of respect, camaraderie, and loyalty.

As college students, you were either classified as a Brother or a Sister with your respective fraternities and sororities, or you were demeaned as a GDI—namely the students who didn’t belong into any organization. They lived up to their label of being ‘God Damn Independents’ because they chose to live a college life without having to conform into any rules. In other terms, they were more simply known as the ‘unaffiliated’.

Your boyfriend’s twin, Osamu, was unaffiliated to any fraternities. He usually steered himself away from the whole party life and the initiation rights because he preferred being that one dude in college who could actually look back at his gpa and be proud of himself, not at what fraternity he was in or the legacy he left with them.

Atsumu? He was the absolute opposite of his twin. Since you first met him in your freshman year, the blond had always been the more popular one. He would walk around the campus with his snapback on and people could recognize him even from afar. Sociable, easygoing, and highly extroverted—what else could you expect from such a man?

He found his brothers beyond his bloodline. As much as he loved Osamu, Atsumu allowed more ‘brothers’ to make his college life more worthwhile. After joining Sigma Zeta in his freshman year, he was now in his senior year and a respectable vice president who ran their chapter alongside the current president Koutarou Bokuto.

Because you were a member of a sorority yourself, you understood how his college life worked. Although sororities were prohibited to throw parties, the fraternities were the ones that hosted them and it was how you found yourself spending yet another night at Sigma Zeta to get high and to play drinking games.

It being your last year in college, what else was stopping you from living your best life? Spring Break would happen next week and tonight was the perfect chance to add spice to your life before you and Atsumu would fly off to Mexico for spring break in two days.

With that in mind, you allowed yourself a few drinks that you could handle and joined the crowd of sweaty bodies in the basement as you danced the night away. All you could think of was reaching the highest form of ecstasy while you mindlessly undulated your hips to match the rhythm of the booming music that resonated throughout the house.

Frat parties brought in too much chaos. So many things were happening at once that you wouldn’t be able to properly distinguish every single thing that was going on. One minute you were playing Truth or Dare, the next? You were in Atsumu’s room having your mouth filled with his thick cock as you kneeled in his bed like a docile bunny.

“Fuck yeah,” he cussed, opening a can of beer and quickly chugging the liquor down as you worked on pumping his shaft. The red neon lights that illuminated his room affected the erotic mood that you were currently engulfed in. “Show Omi-kun how good ‘ya suck my dick, baby.”

Because you had some alcohol in your system, you were quite a giggling mess. Kiyoomi Sakusa was standing on the side of the bed, drinking from his red cup as his eyes followed your movements. You shared strict eye-contact while you purposely ran your tongue on the blond’s cock, feeling his thick veins before you wrapped your lips back around his girth. The sight of Atsumu’s cock disappearing in your mouth caused their eyes to gleam with concupiscent thoughts.

“Damn.”

You have always secretly dreamed of being the subject of lust by these hot men, and since Atsumu was all for brotherhood, he didn’t mind sharing you.

He didn’t mind how Sakusa let his cock spring free from his boxers and positioned himself from the back, kneading your bosom from behind to set himself on the right mood. “You want us to take you to Paris?”

Huh? You released Atsumu’s cock from your mouth with a pop. “What do you mean?” you slurred, batting your eyelashes innocently. Your hand continued to stroke your boyfriend’s cock while Kiyoomi was maneuvering your hips on the edge of the bed. The bass coming from the deafening music was vibrating through the room, unknown to the very sexual position that the three of you were occupied by.

“She likes to travel, you know?” Atsumu plastered a cocky smirk on his face just as he set the empty can on his bedside table. His eyes glinted of humor with his words, soon gesturing for you to get in all fours so that his frat brother could have a better access on your entrance—the same slit that Kiyoomi had been playing with his fingers for the past few minutes.

Sakusa didn’t even wait long enough before he rubbed his swollen tip against your dripping cunt and the friction was eliciting titillating moans out of you. “Your pussy’s so wet and pretty,” he spoke under his breath, teasing you by sinking his tip and pulling it out completely. “Like that, bunny?”

You nodded, gazing back at him with glistening eyes that begged for more of his touch. Since when did he look so hot? You watched as he ejected spit on his cock, lubricating his length by performing slow movements with his palm around it. Dammit, his smirk was turning you on so bad.

As a reward for your docility, he no longer stalled from penetrating your core with his member. “Mm—Omi!”

Atsumu was thicker, but goddamn was Kiyoomi longer. You couldn’t even suppress the salacious cries that escaped your mouth as the latter started jostling your hips firmer against his crotch. Your buttocks were meeting the base of his cock with loud, slapping noises and you were drowning from the euphoric feeling of his length desperately plowing your cunt.

“Chin up, babe.” You’ve almost forgotten your boyfriend as your eyes rolled back to your skull. Atsumu had a haughty simper on display when he placed his dick back on your lips to be on the receiving end. “Ready for Paris?”

Just the way he teasingly slapped your mouth with his shaft earned a raspy chuckle from the raven-haired man. “Just fuckin’ do it, Miya.”

“Patience, my brother.”

You were humming in satisfaction when your boyfriend finally had your lips locked in tight around his cock. There was that musky taste that you immediately recognized as you began bobbing your head to suck him full. Because he was holding your hair with an enclosed fist, you allowed him to explore the walls of your mouth by having his tip hitting your inner cheek. Drool was slipping on the corner of your lips after you hollowed your cheeks, angling Atsumu’s cock to reach your uvula.

“Ah, fuck. So good, baby.” The praises. You lived for Atsumu’s praises.

And you loved it more when Sakusa also spoiled you with one. “How do you still have a tight cunt?” he sneered, rutting his himself into you with dark eyes boring into your swollen cunny. Your plump folds were stretched from Kiyoomi’s hard thrusts and the hand that suddenly smacked your butt cheek only added to the intensity of your arousal. “You’re so warm, you’re gonna make me cum straight away.”

While you were being penetrated in your mouth and in your cunt, you could hear the two of them exchanging fist bumps and laughing at how they have created an ‘Eiffel tower’ with you in between.

“What’s takin’ Bokuto so long?” you heard them converse. It was Atsumu who asked the question while you worked on giving him the best blowjob of his life. He received head from you more than the days a calendar could offer, still he would die to have your lips around his cock any time of the day.

“He’s watching all the Pledges, but he said he’ll join soon—ah, shit! I’m gonna fucking bust a nut.”

“Give it to her hard.”

“She’s so tight. Bokuto would enjoy her.”

Bokuto. If you were whimpering from Sakusa’s fully erected cock, you could only imagine your tears when Koutarou finally had you bouncing on his. There was no doubt that the man was packing. You’ve seen how big he was from the dick prints that always appeared behind his grey sweatpants. The man was certainly going to wreck you open with it.

“Aah—Omi! Mm... Fuck.” You couldn’t even restrain your moans. He was increasing his pace at a speed that left you releasing Atsumu from your mouth as you were being fucked stupid by his best friend.

“Shit. Shit.” Sakusa was absolutely losing his cool while he chased his orgasm by slamming his cock inside your velvet walls like an animal in heat. At the moment, you’ve discarded Atsumu who was jerking off at the sight to prepare himself from releasing his cum on your face. “Your chick feels so good, Miya.”

“Right?” Without a second to spare, Atsumu forced your mouth open and instantly had spurts of warm seed filling your mouth at the peak of his ejaculation. Some of it went to your cheek and on to your chest, giving you cum drizzles all over your face. You knew that he would chuckle at it while squeezing your mounds together to enjoy the view of your compressed tits.

“A-Atsumu—!” Although you yelled for his name, it was Kiyoomi who had you whining like a crybaby by raw-dogging you with heavy thrusts before he pulled out and spilled his cum all over your ass.

It was only the first round, but you were already panting out of breath. Your head was getting dizzy from all the alcohol intake and the kaleidoscope of colors brought about by the weed brownies that you’ve had. Still, even if you were lying face flat on the mattress, you looked up at your boyfriend with a grin as he started wiping the cum off your body.

“Have to clean my baby.” You could feel the dampness of the wipes as he rubbed Kiyoomi’s jism off your bum. So cute, you giggled as you clamped the bed sheets with your hands. Atsumu then pecked your lips, saying that you were such a good girl and sending butterflies to your stomach at the affectionate gesture.

While you were in an aftercare session with your boyfriend, Sakusa was manspreading on the couch with his shorts now covering his lower body as he typed on his phone.

“Are you texting your girlfriend?” you playfully asked, propping your elbows on the cushion to better look at his face.

He didn’t deny that he was texting someone, but the upward tug of his lips was meant to show that the person was something else to him. Or something more. “Not girlfriend.”

“Fuck buddy that he’s in love with,” Atsumu confirmed to you, only to receive Sakusa’s defensive shake of the head.

“Shut up. I’m not in love.”

“Yo, which sorority chick are we fucking tonight?”

Barging in from the door was a grinning Bokuto and a wide-eyed Shoyo Hinata who was visibly surprised to see you naked in bed. The sound of the music resonated louder when the door stood ajar and you could hear Drake’s Nonstop playing from the background.

“Oh, it’s Y/N?” Bokuto realized your presence as they closed the door and approached you closer. You had your back resting against the headboard, one leg folded comfortably before you shot them a genial smile. He was quick to exchange handshakes with his two frat brothers who were just done being satiated by you. “Damn, y’all didn’t ruin her enough.”

Atsumu placed his snapback on his head. “Omi-kun can’t fuck for shit. My girl didn’t even cum.”

“Fuck you.” Kiyoomi flicked the blond off without looking up from his phone.

Your eyes trailed towards the other two. “Hey, Bokuto,” you casually greeted, nodding your head at Hinata who awkwardly stood at the side. “Has Shoyo passed the initiation yet?”

Atsumu cleared his throat, adjusting the bands of his boxers before he walked towards the tangerine-haired man with a pat on his back. “As Shoyo-kun’s appointed Big, I have one last special test for my Little.”

In fraternity culture, there were Big brothers and Little brothers—sometimes referred to as pledge sons—which was similar to a mentor and student relationship and Atsumu was the upperclassman who was in charge of introducing Shoyo to the world of Sigma Zeta.

How many tests had he gone through? Heck, he probably went through worse things knowing how creative Atsumu could be. He was a hazing nightmare. As a Sister in your sorority, you knew how tough initiations could be so you didn’t mind to be of assistance for Shoyo’s last test to brotherhood as a consolation for Atsumu’s strict hazing rituals.

“Take a good look at her, Hinata,” Bokuto commanded, putting an arm around the smaller guy just as Atsumu did the same. The former was gesturing his hand towards you as though he was a chef who was presenting a full-course meal and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “See that? She’s fucking hot, right?”

Shoyo could barely meet your eyes without glancing at Atsumu. “But she’s your girl—”

Atsumu and Bokuto looked at each other in playful disapproval. “Dude, I think Shoyo-kun’s forgetting a rule here,” the blond said in good humor, egging Bokuto on to remind the guy of it.

“Hinata, to become a full-pledged Brother, what is the one golden rule that all Brothers must live by?” Bokuto walked around the room to reach for the baseball bat while you watched in amusement, squeezing your legs together and raking your hair to side. Being naked in front of these four men would have made you shy, but you’ve done wilder things with Atsumu so you were at a point where nothing could hold you back. “What is it, hm?”

Shoyo’s response was a shake of his head, thinking of an answer in panic. “Respect my Big’s girlfriend?”

Kiyoomi released a snort, following Atsumu’s guffaw soon after. Bokuto, on one hand, pointed the tip of the baseball bat on Shoyo’s cheek.

“Wrong,” said the president, sitting on the bed next to you. Koutarou briefly looked at your face with a smirk before glancing at your lips, leaning in closer to envelope your mouth on his for a kiss.

As you were too busy making out with the silver-haired guy, Atsumu was forcing Shoyo to watch the view. With an arm around his Little’s shoulder and a hand on his chin, he urged for the smaller guy to keep his eyes glued on you as Bokuto’s hand started to fondle your breast.

“Think of the answer Shoyo-kun,” you could hear Atsumu say, “I know my girl’s hot as fuck but ‘ya need to think straight.”

“Mm—” your moan vibrated against Bokuto’s lips as the guy’s hand traveled to your clit. He spread your legs wide open and stretched your labia with his fingers, orchestrating circular motions against your sex to have you whimpering from his touch. You were moving your hips to match the pleasuring movements of Bokuto’s fingers and little did you know, Kiyoomi was on the side growing another boner from it.

“Fuck it. I’m horny again.”

“Omi-kun, you had your turn.”

“Whatever, I’ll be back. I’m gonna get booze.”

“B-Bokuto—!” You gazed at the man with shiny eyes before he released his hand from cupping your pussy. You then briefly met Atsumu’s eyes who gave you a look of approval as if he was proud of how great you were doing so far.

And at once, Bokuto was standing back up to point his baseball bat on Shoyo’s chin this time around. “Answer?”

“Bros before hoes?” Shoyo hesitated, but earned Atsumu and Koutarou’s cheers nevertheless. He was tackled by his two upperclassmen as soon as the right answer rolled off his lips.

“Now,” Bokuto raised a hand before he spoke again, “and what are one of the things that a Brother must take pride on? Do you know what it is?”

The humor on your face eased the orange-haired guy up from his rigid stance. Atsumu pressed his mouth closer to Shoyo’s ear, perhaps hinting the answer because he soon responded with, “Banging bitches?”

“Damn, right! Do you know how to fuck bitches?” Bokuto asked, sitting at the foot of the bed as he sent a fusillade of questions towards Atsumu’s Little. “Can you make a bitch cry with your dick? What’s your body count?”

“Two.”

“Come on!” Atsumu whined, shaking his head in exaggerated disappointment. “Just two? You’re like nineteen!”

You playfully rolled your eyes at your boyfriend’s reaction. “Don’t shame the poor guy,” you said, turning to look at Shoyo. “I think it’s cute. Want me to make your body count three?”

Atsumu was visibly turned on from the way you offered yourself. “Fuck, baby. You’re makin’ my dick hard again.”

A giggle flew off your lips. “Hush, you can have me all you want next time, ‘Tsumu.” For now, you had to help Hinata out by pulling him by the hand and allowing him to sit next to you. You could feel the tension building within him so you planted a soft kiss on his lips to make him comfortable. “Make your brothers proud.”

You came into the frat house thinking that it was going to be another typical night of you getting wasted or high off Molly, grinding on the basement with your boyfriend, and playing beer pong with the rest of your friends.

It never crossed your mind that you would find yourself laying in bed with Shoyo burying his face in between your legs and Bokuto positioning his monster of a cock on your mouth from the side. Such a lecherous sight to see indeed and Atsumu was dead-set on keeping it in his memories by withdrawing his phone out to record the whole raunchy scene.

“How does my baby taste like Shoyo-kun?” Atsumu asked, sniggering as he placed the camera closer to his Little. The guy was spreading your folds apart to show your tight and swollen hole towards the camera, later filling the cavern with his tongue to garner your dulcet moans.

“Sweet,” was Shoyo’s response, lapping his tongue inside your walls and rubbing his thumb against your nub. “Her cum tastes like sweet cream.”

Your mind was on seventh heaven as soon as he dipped two fingers inside your cunt, curling them inside your vagina in search for your most sensitive spot. “Mm—aah! Th-That’s—!”

Atsumu’s chuckle slithered through your ears. “You like how he does it, baby?”

No answer could leave your mouth because Bokuto has long stuffed his cock down your throat before you could respond. “Fuck yes. Show me what that mouth do.”

Like the people pleaser that you were, you looked up at Bokuto as you started bobbing your head to take him deeper than you normally could. He was getting so deep that you were gagging on his cock, tears brimming on the corner of your eyes when your chin hit his bollocks as a sign of how far down he had gone in.

You couldn’t see but you could feel the sensory overload that blazed your body with sensual flames now that another mouth has joined the session. Was it Kiyoomi? Was it Atsumu? The third man latched his mouth into your bosom, swirling his tongue around your nipple and flicking the other with his finger.

“Mmh!” Fuck, you couldn’t open your mouth either. Shoyo was already ravaging your cunt with three fingers at this point and you were squirming under their hold.

“I leave for five minutes and I come back to see Miya’s ass on display.”

The sound of the door slamming shut was due to Kiyoomi coming in, letting it known that the orotund voice belonged to him. By the time Bokuto pulled his cock out from ransacking your cum-filled mouth, you finally saw the raven-haired man taking a swig on a bottle of whiskey.

Atsumu, on the other hand, also released his mouth from suckling on your bust. He immediately grabbed the bottle from Sakusa’s grip and chugged it down. “Look at Shoyo-kun,” he fleered. “Good job, ‘brotha!”

As your body disintegrated into flames, you watched how Shoyo sucked his slick-coated fingers clean as your legs began to shake. You just came and you didn’t even realize.

At 3AM, you figured that you could do one last round. After Bokuto had you in rough missionary half an hour ago, your screams almost ripped your larynx out every time he was hitting your g-spot with a merciless thrust. The man was too well-endowed for your tight cunny that you ended up laying in bed in stupor soon after he came all over your chest.

The exhaustion gave way to your fifteen-minute nap, only to wake up and hear Shoyo being praised by his big brothers for passing the initiation albeit still unofficial at this stage.

On the last round, you were situated in the middle of Kiyoomi and Atsumu—the former, whose cock was deep in your cunt from under you and the latter, whose cock was expanding your anal walls from behind.

“Aah! F-Fuck, don’t stop!” you cried out, gripping onto Sakusa’s broad shoulders as him and Atsumu matched each other’s pace. The double penetration was blowing your mind because never did you expect that it could feel this good. Did it overwhelm you? The fuck it did. But this was new and the sensation took you to an unfamiliar paradise.

In his own regard, Sakusa was in ecstasy too as he jerked his hips upwards and squeezed your mounds with a wanton stare. “You’re such a whore for having two dicks inside you, bunny.”

“Y-You—” As you gazed into his eyes, you noticed how his pupils were familiarly dilated. “Are you fucking high on Molly?”

Atsumu snickered from behind as his groin collided against your bum with a skin-slapping noise. “Omi-kun, you didn’t share,” and with a firm grip on your hips, he added, “Shit. I should fuck your ass more like this, baby.”

Louder moans slipped out of your parted lips with every penetration that sent you to euphoria. “Oh my, God—! I’m gonna c-cum!”

“Spit on his mouth.”

The instruction came from Bokuto who was seated on the couch next to Shoyo after having sated earlier. You didn’t even know that the silver-haired man was palming his now clothed cock at the sight of the very pornographic threesome.

In Atsumu’s risqué humor, he didn’t mind, “Yeah, spit on Omi-kun’s mouth.”

Since you were always obliging, you pressed your lips against Kiyoomi’s pinkish ones amid the vibration of your titillating cries before you ejected spit from your mouth to his.

“Oooh!”

Chuckles from left and right were shared from the two guys in the couch and the blond man that you called your boyfriend.

Before you knew it, Sakusa pulled you back into a kiss by rolling his tongue along yours without caring about the sloppiness of it.

“Whoever gets to cum first will clean the frat house tomorrow!” Bokuto’s laugh of mischief was quite contagious, but then you couldn’t join because the two idiots that had your holes filled took it seriously.

“Fuck it. I can’t hold it any longer,” Atsumu grunted after drilling your hole with an increased pace.

“Don’t you dare spill your cum on me, Miya!” Kiyoomi breathed the words out, panting as he too was plowing your cunt with an animalistic speed.

The squelching noises echoed through the four walls of Atsumu’s room concurrent to the clenching of your walls around their huge cocks. No, you couldn’t it any longer either. You could feel the orgasm building on your lower abdomen, making your squirm in the middle of them as you whimpered, “A-Aah, shit I’m g-gonna—!”

“FUCK!”

Sakusa was more pissed at the fact that he came first rather than having to pull away before he released his semen that was now oozing from your cunt. Had you forgotten to take birth control this morning, you would have cussed the shit out of him.

At least your boyfriend had the decency to pull out from your hole as you collapsed on top of a gasping Sakusa, feeling the warmth of Atsumu’s jizz that coated your back.

“You two are fuckin’ heavy,” Kiyoomi said, moving away from underneath you as he recovered from his orgasm.

Atsumu attacked your cheek with kisses before looking at his best friend. “‘Yer just mad you’re gonna clean the house tomorrow.”

Bokuto was quick to pat Sakusa’s back, now pulling his pants back up. “Who said I’m cleaning? I’m gonna make the Pledges do it.”

“Boo, loser,” you mocked Kiyoomi despite your lethargy. Soon enough, you saw Shoyo handing a pack of wet wipes towards your boyfriend like an obedient student. “Thanks, Shoyo. Welcome to Sigma Zeta.”

Atsumu gave the man a fist bump. “Good job, little bro.”

“Right, right. We’re gonna head downstairs to see what the other bros are up to,” Bokuto announced, pulling his two frat brothers away to leave you and Atsumu by yourselves. “Thanks for the good fuck, Y/N.”

God. Perhaps it was because of the alcohol leaving your system but you just couldn’t believe that you did all of that like you were possessed by a sex goddess. Even Atsumu himself didn’t think that you would enjoy it as much as he did.

Well, what could you say? This was college.

At the sound of the door closing, he spooned you under the duvet and pressed his soft lips on yours. “Who fucked you best, babe?”

With a lazy grin, you pecked his lips again. “You.”

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[cyuutie]

i’m like a drive downtown whilst listenin to slow n reverb songs in the middle of the night. i’m like a breeze of nostalgia ppl have. whenever anyone meets me, all they’re reminded of is moments of joy from their past. i make ppl feel deja vu, jus smt they can’t explain. even attempting to explain would confuse them. ppl can’t figure out what exactly they’re feeling rn, but it’s def joy. i am a real life angel, blessing ppl wherev i go. ppl would trace all my movements wherev i go thinkin “damn she’s hella fine”, i have a hypnotising aura. i may not talk to ppl but looking at my eyes alone can make ppl catch feelings, even those who don’t believe in love at first sight would b in awe at what i did to them. no one can touch the hearts of ppl like i do. i’m like- this special being. no one’s evr met sm1 like me b4, i’m jus too rare. gotta catch me when u can loll. ig my energy is described at “outta dis world” but frrrr it is. i have this enthralling, fascinating presence, no one can grab hold of it. once i enter ppl’s lives, it’s like heaven 4evr for them. they’d describe it as “she’s the best i’ve ever had, non can make me feel the way she did”. i have this way of words that jus makes me too irresistible, like, it’s so heavenly. even if i’m jus runnin for errands, i look hella good. i’d jus walk down the street n all dem fine ass guys would instantly turn round to see me “shiiiii she’s comin this way brooo”. ppl try so hardddd jus to get my attention alone. i’d nvr sit for anythin that’s not good for me bc i always know my worth n i’ll always hold myself high. i’m so gorgeous like bro i’d date me if i can. everytime i look at myself in the mirror, it jus makes me so happy, a feeling of euphoria.

and ofc, everytime i look at the mirror, i only evr get prettier. it’s jus nvr ending beauty enhancement. my makeup always looks good, it’s as if the best artists did it for me. i can do my makeup professionally n always look good regardless of whether i’m wearin it or not. i can play round n make myself look like dem girls on insta. i can find the best makeup for a decent price. my skin is perfectly clear as if i was takin care of it for yearsssssss n i own the best of perfumes. like damn i have a whole shelf full of them, n i always smell good regardless of wearing it or not. i have this feminine scent that jus draws ppl on. my parents allow me to always wear whatev i want however i want it out. i always am attracting my typa clothing, my own distinct style. ppl try to copy my style but bro, u ain’t even doin it rightttttt. my whole closet is jus filled w the most perf of clothing. i own sm clothes from vetements, true religion, vivienne westwood, off white, rick owens, ralph lauren. i own sm skims, subversive basics, cargo pants, oversized graphic tees, sneakers, scarves, everything. i have the perfect type of jewellery, i own sm necklaces, chains, bracelets, nose rings, earrings. i own the best accessories. i finna b startin the trends w the way i style. i have sm layering accessories. i take the cutest of pics n vids. i always look good in pics n vids in any type of lighting. i’m too photogenic, u can take pics of me off guard n i’d still look hella good in it. mugshots nvr have a thing on me. i have sm followers on social media,, these girls would b makin me their pfp bruh. i’m too fucking beautiful duh? obv. ppl would b remindin me of how hot i am literally ALL THE TIMEEEEEE but ngl it’s nice. my features r all jus perf. anyyyyy vid i take i look pretty, like bro the inverted cam does no shi to me coz i’m hella pretty. ppl would b askin how i became so pretty bc i look like a completely diff person. i always look good when i go out n my parents allow me to dress howev i wanttttt. my makeup looks too fucking pretty to b real tbh, like them filters on insta, but dis irl instead. girlies keep getting jealous at how i look tho.. but it’s ok. i’m too popular on social media, these ppl would rep to my stories complimenting me all the time “u look like dem girls partynextdoor cries ab”. my days always go smoothly n i’m always happy. i love meeeeee, tbh i’d date me if i can.

[walshparker]

parker walsh intro

— pinterest

— CHARACTER STATS

FULL NAME: parker jane walsh

AGE, BIRTHDAY: 22, december 31

PRONOUNS: she/her

SEXUALITY: pansexual

HOMETOWN: montpelier, vermont

SKILLS: public speaking, charming strangers, archery

+ charismatic, earnest, debonair

- self-conscious, fanciful, transparent

— CHARACTER AESTHETICS

empty perfume bottles, walls covered in ivy, hot summer nights and cold swims in the ocean, silk slips, light blue button-ups, handwritten letters, vintage burberry, endless stacks of plays on a bedside table, themed dinner parties with friends, smiling with the eyes

— CHARACTER INSPIRATION

amy march (little women), nancy wheeler (stranger things), margaery tyrell (game of thrones), mary jane watson (raimi’s spider-man)

— FAMILY, the walsh family is akin to american royalty, with members involved in politics, philanthropic efforts, and various large-scale industries

MOTHER: annabeth walsh — vermont state senator

FATHER: jeremy walsh— CEO, comes from old money. family made their fortune in shipping, banking, railroads, and industry

SIBLINGS: finn (23, brother), andrew (26, brother)

— OGDEN STATS

YEAR: junior

MAJOR OF STUDY: theatre (acting), business

EXTRACURRICULARS: theatre collective, junior class board

— SKELETON TROPE: THE GIRL NEXT DOOR

parker is your classic girl-next-door type—if your next-door neighbors are affluent and exceptionally well-to-do. she’s charming, approachable, and playful. she’s any mother’s dream, fresh out of a vintage ralph lauren catalog. she’s damn near picture-perfect (at least, on the surface)—though not in a bombshell manner, but in a put-together, feminine way. that said, it’s her empathy and love of others that really cements her girl-next-door label.

— RELATIONSHIP TO GREER

parker and greer met when they were just girls, their families’ hamptons summer vacations overlapping. the two connected pretty immediately, as many young girls with the world at their fingertips do. their parents, too, got along, leading to consistently overlapping summer holidays through the years. parker always admired greer, from her athleticism, to her determination, to her general aura. as high schoolers, the two were practically unstoppable, with greer’s enticing energy and parker’s personable nature. it was hard not to get caught in one of their gravitational pulls, if not both. sure, greer was the one who got the guy that one time (or two), the one with an apparent effortlessness that parker herself knew she didn’t possess, but they developed a bond that—at least, to parker—was as genuine and true as only relationships between young women could be.

— ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

love will kill and resurrect me

“I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary.’ It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.”

when sade zabala said “tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.” and when hozier said “i wouldn’t fall for someone i thought couldn’t misbehave.”

i’m still a believer, but i don’t know why / i’ve never been a natural, all i do is try, try, try

regardless of circumstance, parker always looks polished; very updated old-money aesthetic. even in her current mod/60s-70s/“grungy”/twiggy phase, there’s a put-togetherness about her appearance.

quite intelligent; it’s apparent in the way that she speaks that she knows herself and her opinions very well

so affectionate — so, so affectionate

so open and direct and playful

that said, she’ll try to put you in your place if she feels the need, and it’ll be swift and concise

there’s an emotional depth and transparency to her that can actually be a bit volatile

wants to befriend every monster, has trouble letting go of people

big music girl, makes playlists for absolutely everything; loves everything, from fleetwood mac, to harry styles, to sondheim, to vivaldi

tends to hum or read aloud to herself quietly when things are silent

very involved in the theatre department and performs in just about every production

is a natural blonde, but will often dye her hair red (though, sometimes it fades back to blonde and looks nice, so she lets it)

her father named her after his favorite comic-book couple, peter parker and mary jane watson. jane happened to be a family name on her mother’s side, so it worked out

is, herself, a bit of a nerd — enjoys lord of the rings, dungeons & dragons, and the like

actually DMs a D&D campaign on campus, text her if you want to drop in

has been known to host movie nights in her dorm room

loves history and literature — she’s taken a fair amount of obscure courses not related to her major (medieval history, death and dying as seen in literature)

her dorm room surfaces are always littered with annotated plays and half-empty perfume bottles; there’s always at least one vase of fresh flowers set somewhere

is part of an off-campus archery team; her equipment (which she sneakily brought to school) is always propped up against a bedside table or at the end of her bed