#Face: Rashad

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Saw this picrew going around and couldn't help myself, so here are my OG 4 steps

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[ID: Three digital drawings of Jonah Davis (any, except it/its), one of @the-cooler-sidestep's Sidesteps, and Rashad Basri (they/he), one of my Sidesteps against an eggshell background. The first two are colored. The last one has them in uncolored line art.

Image 1: A shot of Rashad from the chest up. The perspective is drawn to show what it looks like for Jonah to look up at the. Rashad is a dark-skinned SWANA person with sharp, gaunt features, a hooked nose, near black eyes, heavy stubble, and wavy black hair that stops just beneath their ears. There's a scar across the right side of their face, extending from above the eyebrow to just above their jaw. They are wearing a black t-shirt and a green jacket with the collar popped up. They look down in clear discomfort.

Image 2: A shot of Jonah from the waist up. The perspective is showing what Rashad sees looking down at Jonah. She is a pale skinned person with wavy, platinum blonde hair pulled back at the nape of his neck in a ponytail, soft features, an oval face, green eyes, and two small scars - one extending up from the left side of their jaw and one extending down from the bridge of hir nose. Xyr wearing a long-sleeved brown cardigan over a grey turtleneck sweater. Her arms are crossed over eir chest. A white speech bubble with a purple outline and text reads, "...Jesus Christ." with the word "Christ" italicized, underlined, and in all caps.

Image 3: A wide shot of both of them, standing about a foot apart, just looking at each other in upset. Rashad's shoulders are slightly slumped and Jonah's arms are still crossed. A little red measuring lines shows the distance between the top of Jonah's head and the top of Rashad's. The number next to it reads, "One foot, two inches"

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tfw the special directive put too much and too little growth serum in your respective vats

based off a convo with @cigarettesandinevitablebetrayal. Rashad doesn't like being tall and Jonah was fine with being 5'3" until about ten seconds ago. Now they're both gonna be dramatic about it

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women throughout generations that exude class

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Music Video: Noa James - Tony Hawk 99 feat. Aye Brook

Shout out to Noa James, the recent winner of the Empire Of The Year award at the inaugural Only Empire Awards. This brotha is definitely well deserved for his contributions to the Inland Empire region of Southern California, as well as to Hiphop as a whole.

Check the music video for “Tony Hawk 99,” featuring Aye Brook. This is my favorite track off of Noa’s 2022 LP, The Sea King. The track was produced by Audio King and Rashad Isiah.

The video was shot by Lesa J and edited by Noa.

[mahmoudgaza98]

Hello, my name is Mahmoud Rashad from North Gaza. I have ambitions, dreams and a love for life like any young person in the world.

I joined Al-Quds Open University to fulfill my dream of studying like any young person in the world, but it seems that I will not be able to achieve my dream because of the brutal war on the Gaza Strip, which destroyed our entire house, and I lost everything I owned and relied on to achieve my dream, including my laptop, university books and library.

We are a family of 12, displaced from our home in North Gaza to the southern areas under inhumane conditions.

We have been suffering from illness, cold, hunger and drinking polluted water for more than

We have suffered a lot from losing friends and relatives who were killed in the war

for 330 days.

I am appealing to you, the global community, for help. I have started a GoFundMe campaign with the aim of raising

50,000 Euros to enable me and my family to find safety in Egypt. The evacuation fees change from time to time; we currently expect a cost of between $4,000-5,000 per person. Any additional funds generated will go towards supporting my immediate needs and those of my family. There are various obstacles that we will face on the other side, and I hope that we can make some things easier for us.

I would like to update you on the situation now that the war has intensified. We are fine and safe, but life has become very difficult now all around us, people are suffering more and losing loved ones every day. As a family, we have literally lost everything we own, our homes and businesses, but we are trying to remain optimistic by thinking about evacuating and we heard good news today that the borders may open soon. We pray that this is true.

Once we are evacuated, we will try hard to rebuild a small part of what we lost in Gaza. If we can achieve our ultimate goal, we will have the funds to start a business to support our entire family. We want to be able to start over and not suffer anymore in Egypt. If everyone can help us with a small donation to achieve our ultimate goal, we will be able to rebuild our lives after everything was destroyed.

All the positive words cannot express how generous you are especially in sharing my posts to inform other donors about the people of Gaza who are still suffering from the terrible conditions caused by the unjust war on Gaza. Please continue to support the most just cause in the world either by donating directly or by sharing the link to other media. Do not hesitate to help people in difficult and miserable times until the dark days are over.

[rashad12]

🚨*To everyone who has a merciful heart,🚨*

May the peace, blessings, and mercy of God be upon you,

I am writing to you today and I hope that I will find compassion and mercy in your hearts to help my family in this difficult ordeal that we are going through. I have a first-born child who suffers from a serious heart disease, and he was supposed to undergo open-heart surgery on October 15, 2013. However, unfortunately, we have not yet been able to perform the operation due to the difficult conditions in which we live in the Gaza Strip.

My son suffers daily from the pain of illness, and we as a family are unable to provide him with the necessary treatment inside the Gaza Strip, in addition to our inability to secure his exit to receive treatment abroad. We face great challenges and harsh living conditions that prevent our ability to cover travel and treatment costs.

Therefore, we ask you for urgent assistance to save our son’s life and give him the opportunity to live in health and well-being. We need your financial support to help cover the costs of the operation and travel abroad. Any donation, no matter how small, will make a huge difference in the life of an innocent child and their family.

We ask God to reward you, bless you with your health and your children, and place your help to us in the balance of your good deeds.

May God reward you for your support and standing by our side during this difficult time.

With sincere regards and appreciation,

@fairuzfan @ibtisams @fallahifag @vakarians-babe @sar-soor @plomegranate @nabulsi @sayruq @palipunk @palidoodles @el-shab-hussein @communistchilchuck @northgazaupdates @stil-lindigo @queerstudiesnatural @bluebellsinthedells @palestine @rizzyluke @kordeliiius @self-hating-zionist @thenewgothictwice @raelyn-dreams @unfortunatelyuncreative @licencetokill @jezebelgoldstone @ramelcandy @petracourtjester @labutansa @sammywo @autistwizard @tortiefrancis @sparklinpixiedust @feluka @revcuse @golvio @leftismsideblog @star-and-space-ace @rainbowywitch @marscodes @oursapphirestar @annoyingloudmicrowavecultist @boyvander @the-bastard-king @13ag21k @agentsofshield @ammonitetheseaserpent

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Now, when it comes to Carlos moving forward after that, we get a taste of that in the final scene of the episode, of him visiting his father’s grave. “Really, it’s like he can be a full human being again,” Raisani previews. “He hasn’t been able to be a person since this happened. He’s been in this tiny little box. In these last few episodes, his heart gets bigger and he gets more human. He’s still a Texas Ranger and all that, but I think you’ll see a softness and a warmth from Carlos that you haven’t seen from him since before his dad died.”

Episode 9 was Young’s last on the show, and Raisani explains that’s simply due to time. “I wish there was a spinoff with the Texas Rangers so we could do a whole show with Rafael and Parker and Ronen [Rubinstein], but we only have three episodes left in the series. And so we felt like leaving Campbell as wounded as he was in the hospital and giving him the emotional resolution with Carlos, that was beautiful and a great endpoint for them,” he says. “We’ve got to shift our narrative focus to some of our other characters.”

That includes what’s next for T.K. and Carlos. The latter shared with his father at his grave that he’s going to be a dad himself: He’s decided, after being against it, that he’s ready to adopt T.K.’s half-brother Jonah. (T.K. had decided he would do so, alone if needed, after his stepfather was arrested and now faces a long prison sentence.) But why didn’t we see Carlos tell T.K. that news onscreen?

“Episode 9 is not about T.K. Episode 9 is about Carlos coming to grips with his father and what that means,” explains Raisani. “And so for me, the emotional conversation is him at that grave.” But, he promises, “We are going to play all of the emotion between Carlos and T.K. about the adoption, just not in this moment. We are not going to see the moment where he says, okay, let’s adopt him. Episode 11 is all about the adoption. So we will cover that background.”

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FALL IN LOVE THROUGH THE NIGHT

in which y/n and miles say their first i love you’s

fem!reader x (either) miles morales

fluff

warnings!: “wifebeater” is used to describe a piece of clothing (so no one takes it wrong 😭)

based off this ask

a/n: guys this was so sickening to write cuz its literally my own personal experience. but tbh its such a cute little moment that i think would def happen with miles. i listened to west savannah by isaiah rashad ft. sza while writing this and i think it fits the vibe so maybe give it a listen :) this one is also pretty short! as always, written with spanish speaking reader in mind!

masterlist

“what do you wanna watch?” you asked as you laid on the reclined couch in miles’ living room. summer break had finally started, and the first thing on your bucket list was a sleepover with your boyfriend. mamá morales had only agreed to the sleepover because you and miles were a new couple.

he first noticed you at visions. you shared a couple classes and at first you guys didn’t really talk. but this year, you guys were assigned as partners in a class and hit it off from there. a couple months later, miles mustered up the confidence to ask you on a date. now a month and a couple weeks later, here you guys are.

“lo que tú quieras.” miles answered from his room. 

“hm, alright. what about the conjuring? not too scary but also not boring.” 

“um are you sure? you don’t wanna watch a comedy or something?” miles came out with blankets and pillows for the two of you. miles finally settled next to you as the movie started, he kept a distance between you guys so as to not make you uncomfortable. truth be told, you wanted him closer but you also didn’t want him to be uncomfortable.

“im pretty sure. are you scared?” you asked, noticing miles hesitance. 

“no!” he quickly defended himself, “just making sure you can handle it.” miles put his arms behind his head and crossed his legs.

“mhm, sure.” you giggled and clicked on the movie. miles moved to lay on his side.

all was well until the first jumpscare. miles screamed in your ear and hid his face in your back. his arm pulling you close to him. you looked back and laughed at him.

“that wasn’t even scary!”

“yes it was! what are you talking about!” miles defended himself. 

“you’re such a baby!” you laughed once again before looking back at the tv. when miles realized he was against you he quickly pulled away keeping his distance. you turned to face him completely, and were faced with his chest. he was wearing a black wife beater, so you could see the definition in his figure. you finally looked up at him, and he looked at you.

“you can cuddle with me, miles. i don’t mind.” you whispered.

“are you sure?” he whispered back, clearly nervous.

“mhm.” you turned back to face the tv. you took his hand and wrapped it around your waist. now that he had your permission, miles scooted closer to you so he could spoon you. 

his body heat immediately enveloped you. you rested your arm on top of the one that he had around your waist. you could feel his breath against your neck, and you could only smile at the way it tickled. you looked back, once again making eye contact.

“i love you,” he whispered. your eyes widened and miles’ heart dropped to his ass. he sat up as to make some space between you guys, “i’m so sorry! i shouldn’t have cross your bound-”

“miles!” you cut him off.

“what!”

 “i love you too.” you smiled. miles finally relaxed, and you pulled him closer to you, going back to cuddling. you looked back again, and smiled at him. miles quickly kissed your cheek, slightly embarrassed. he smiled back at you, before turning his attention to the movie. there was no way you were ever letting this boy out of your life. 

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Dreams: A Bad Romance One-Shot

Series: Bad Romance Continues

Original Series: Bad Romance

Fandom: The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir

Pairings for series: Riley x Liam x Max, Riley x Drake, Riley x Rashad

Pairing for this chapter: Riley x Max

Rating: Fluffy

Warnings for this chapter: fluffiness

Word Count:  930

A/N: Well, I know that I have about a million asks in my inbox that have been waiting forever, but @twinkleallnight sent me this image and I had an idea, so I wrote it. It skipped the line. I initially thought Riley x Drake when I saw it, but no, that's not what happened once my brain started spinning.

My other stuff: Master List.

Max backed out of the walk-in freezer at Ramsford with several containers of ice cream. He lined them up on the counter so Riley could see what he’d found. “Look! There’s chocolate chip cookie dough!”

“Yum!” Riley sat two bowls on the counter in front of the hot fudge and maraschino cherries she had pilfered from the refrigerator. “What about sprinkles?”

“Uhh…pantry! Be right back!” Max darted into the pantry as Riley started digging around in the drawers for an ice cream scooper.

“Hey, Max. What’s this?”

“What’s what?” he asked as he returned with four containers of different types of sprinkles.

Riley stood from where she’d been bent over rummaging through some bottom drawers and held up a small, ceramic figurine of a bride and groom.

Max’s eyes went wide for a moment as he stammered, “Oh that…that’s nothing.” He practically sprinted across the room to swipe it out of her hands.

She deftly moved her hand out of his reach, thwarting his attempt to take it from her. “This doesn’t look like something Sav and Bert would have had on their cake.”

A rosy flush spread across his cheeks as Max admitted, “It’s mine. I bought it.”

Riley looked at him in surprise. “When?”

“During Liam’s social season. Not long after you got here. When you and I were first together. You know, before you dumped me.”

“Ah, Maxey…” Riley moved closer to him and ran a hand through his hair. “Is this supposed to be me and you?”

The flush deepened. “Yeah. I know it’s silly.”

“It’s not.” She assured him. “I think it’s sweet. But we weren’t together that long the first time. Did you really want to marry me?”

He reached for the figurine again, and this time she let him take it. He stared down at it for a moment, then returned his gaze to her face. “It was long enough for me to know what I wanted.”

“Wait.” A sudden thought startled her. “Do you regret that you and I didn’t get a wedding?”

“What? No!” He shook his head vehemently. “I’m beyond happy at the way things worked out. I ended up with you and Liam!”

“I know. But did you want a ceremony?”

He shrugged. “We had the collaring ceremony. That was enough for me.”

“Hmmm.” Riley regarded him as she tapped a finger on her lips.

“What?”

A slow smile spread across her face. “I have an idea!”

Two days later, Riley stood in the middle of the east lawn at Ramsford, peacocks running everywhere, beaming at Max as he danced down the aisle.

Bertrand leaned over and whispered to Savannah, “Why are we encouraging this again?”

“Hush!” She playfully slapped his shoulder. “We’re supporting them!”

“This isn’t legal. She’s already married.”

Savannah cast a glance at the altar where Liam also waited. “Max didn’t tell you? He’s marrying them both.”

Bertrand shook his head. He did not understand their relationship at all. “But…. why? It’s a farce!”

“It makes them happy. Isn’t that enough?”

“Since when did you become a Riley fan? I remember when you hated her!”

“Things change,” Savannah said serenely as she watched her brother shooing peacocks away from the officiant, which happened to be Lady Hana Lee. She’d gotten ordained online as a pagan priestess. There were no other guests.

Savannah and Bertrand had bonded over Bartie’s illness and their marriage was finally on the proper track. The new life growing inside her was proof of that. Still. She wasn’t sure she could trust him with the knowledge that Riley had been instrumental in bringing her sister’s killer to his end. But she had. And knowing that had changed her feelings toward the American.

That didn’t mean that she didn’t still have the occasional pang of jealousy over Max’s utter devotion to the woman. But since she was trying to make her marriage with his brother work, she was learning to let it go.

Besides, she wasn’t about to give up being a duchess.

Riley was dressed in a simple white sheath dress, her feet bare, wildflowers woven in her hair.

Other than the flock of peacocks, which Max had told her was also called an ostentation, there was nothing elaborate or extravagant about the ceremony. It was a simple, pagan handfasting ceremony. Unofficial and not legally binding, but symbolic and deeply meaningful to the throuple.

After the ceremony was over, he scooped her into his arms and posed for a photo as Riley leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. Just like the figurine that was now perched atop a towering peacock themed cake.

The three of them took turns feeding each other the sweet confection, Liam’s fingers lingering in Max’s mouth as he leaned over and whispered, “When we’re done here, I’m carrying you over the threshold.”

Butterflies exploded through Max’s chest at the implication. “Best day ever!” He murmured as he turned and pulled the figurine from the top of the cake, wrapping it carefully and setting it to the side to ensure it didn’t get damaged.

The delicate statuette that he had once stashed away in a bottom drawer in the kitchen when looking at it taunted him with what could have been had, in the end, brought him the ending he had dreamed of when he’d purchased it.

He had just married both the loves of his life. When he had dreamed of a wedding with Riley, he’d had no inkling what Liam would become to him.

He had gotten everything he ever wanted. That, and so much more.

[thecreativeforge-a]

@eyeless-smiles | liked for a small starter

The sun had been up in the lands of the Red Desert for a while now, rays of sunlight penetrating through the partially drawn curtains of Rashad's bedroom back at the family's mansion in Kamasun. It made the golden decor shimmer dimly, the light bringing the colors of the silken sheets to life. It felt peaceful, for a change, and Rashad deserves some peace after the long journey him and Corinthian had to get back to the capital. Back home.

Letting out a quiet groan as he stretched his limbs, he reached to rub his face a couple of times, lavishing on the softness of his mattress as his mind was coming to consciousness. He could hear a bath is already being drawn for him in the other room, and a platter of freshly cut seasonal fruit awaiting next to his bed.

Turning his head to look over his companion. He was surprised the nightmare wasn't already nibbling off the food brought for them, or watching him sleep like he normally does. In fact, come to think about it, Corinthian almost looked like he was... sleeping, too. But that should be impossible, right? Corinthian never actually slept.

"Morning, sunflower." he greeted in a husky mumble, rolling over to wrap his arms around his beloved.

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Another picrew with mixed results, but I couldn't help myself:

[Continued ID: All of the picrews above are depicted from the shoulder up and with the subjects with their bodies in profile and looking towards the viewer. They also feature a watermark in the bottom right corner that reads, "Itsnic Salad". End ID.]

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9-1-1: Lone Star’ Sneak Peek: Enzo’s Facing Serious Jail Time — T.K. Worries About Jonah

co-showrunner Rashad Raisani tells us

The plan for Enzo did change over the years, going back to Season 2, we had talked about wanting to bring in Enzo, and we always thought we wanted him to have this crazy turn. We were actually going to play it originally more just for comedy, that Enzo would come in and he’d be this bazillionaire and then it turned out he was this Bernie Madoff kind of guy who was actually stealing money. A couple things happened. One was that because Gwyn, TK’s mom, died, that storyline kind of went on ice and we didn’t really have a lot of use for it

He continues

But then as we were getting near to the end of the series and talking about who TK is going to be, not just as a husband and a son, but also as a father, it allowed us to kind of tell this story full circle where we could bring back in really TK’s primary father figure. And as we started to approach it that way, we didn’t want to lose some of the brightness and the fun of what made us excited about Enzo to begin with, which is that he was a larger-than-life personality. But we also wanted to give him more humanity, that he really did have a big say in who TK ended up being

Raisani adds

Then, after casting Cusick, this incredible actor, we wanted to give him a more nuanced light and dark to his character, that he was both capable of being a great man and a great parent to TK but also he has some foibles and weaknesses like all of us, and he made some big mistakes and he’s going to have to pay for them

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writing share tag

thank you, @willtheweaver, for the tag! i'm sharing a snippet from the corpse and the killer - a snippet that hasn't been published yet! exciting!

“So what happened?” Jazz interjected as Kia helped Duncan lay down again.  “I mean, you obviously killed some dudes.  Did they rip his leg off?”

Kia adjusted the pillow under Duncan’s head.  “What does it look like?”

“It looks like you barely won a fight you shouldn’t have started to begin with.”  Jazz plopped themself down on the edge of the bed and leaned back on their palms.  “I keep telling you to sign up with Black Mask.  Easiest money I’ve ever made, plus benefits, plus I have time to do odd jobs on the side.  I’m going to rob a bank with Two-Face later.  Easiest three grand I’ve ever made.”  They smiled again.  “You know, I could probably pay off the rest of Rashad’s fee for you after the heist.  It’d be no problem.”

Kia’s jaw clenched so hard that her teeth ached.  She didn’t answer, but she didn’t have to.  The temperature in the room dropped by at least five degrees.  She’d rather swallow razer blades than ask fucking Jazz for help.

Rashad didn’t seem to notice.  He picked up Duncan’s limp wrist and kept his eyes firmly on his watch.  “Silence, please.  I am counting.”

Jazz shrugged, turning toward the window to watch a single raindrop trickle between other raindrops, accumulating more and more water as it slugged toward the sill.  “Keep it in mind.  I’m always happy to help my friends.”

Kia stayed silent.  It was that or cuss them out, and Rashad was not a fan of foul language.  She’d seen him abandon dying patients because a relative said ‘fuck’.  Better to bite her lip until it bled than risk sending him away.  “Anything I can do, doc?”

“Help monitor him, of course.  He needs his friends right now.  I will step out of the room for a moment, make some calls.  Perhaps we can have him transported to the GCPD – they have emergency equipment that I do not.”

She’d prefer to keep him here.  No way she was going with him to the GCPD – she had at least three warrants out for her arrest, and they didn’t even know about the crimes she’d committed tonight.  But if it was the only way to help Duncan, she certainly wouldn’t stop him.  “What should I look out for?”

“Paleness.  Coldness.  Blue lips or fingers.  More bleeding in his leg.  Excuse me.”

The doctor stepped out, and Duncan slept in icy silence.

TAGGING @theink-stainedfolk - @drchenquill - @the-golden-comet - open tag!

[paperstorm]

I saw this in a couple asks and it surprised me to see a number of people didn’t think Carlos was going to be in the next episode before the preview-

Cause I didn’t think they were cutting him out if any episodes this season cause it’s so short- I might be wrong- but isn’t he kind of the lead character this season? Isn’t the spinoff they’re pushing for a Carlos-centered spinoff?

Up until like two days ago (see my last ask answer!) I had been assuming he wouldn't be in this episode because Rafa has never been in every single episode (that's been in his contract up until now) and because the plot of 5x03 didn't seem like it would need to involve Carlos because he's not a first responder anymore.

But now I think yes he will be in every one and yeah if they're setting him up as the lead of a potential spin off that does make sense. Put him in people's faces as much as possible. Please Rashad, put him in my face. My face is ready.

[teopatra]

✨🤭 BIENVENUE 👋🏽👋🏻👋👋🏿

Let me preface by sayin, I went on Google, found some images, saved these images, but I DO not own them and i am NOT citing my source 😆 BC I CAN *karlie red’s voice* teehee yes I did yes I did somebody plz tell ‘em who the EFF I IS 🤪 I’ll give updates if someone takes legal actions ��

♍️Pick a fictional Virgo♍️

Since it’s both Virgo season ANND mercury rx im going to be doing a lot of readings themed around this season for research 🧐 purposes 🤓

1. Rue (real life ♍️ Zendaya)

What do you need to work on?

Either you have an unhealthy addiction or attachment to something OR you need to be focusing more on something like your life depends on it due to either procrastination, laziness, self loathing/not believing in yourself ENOUGH OR just not dedicating enough time to something. If you have an unhealthy attachment to something like social media or video games, know that it’s okay to indulge in certain things but you have to have balance and know wen it’s time to take a break.. your screen time could be high but if that’s the case how are you using that time to create content or make that fun thing lucrative for yourself. You can make tiktoks even if you may think it’s stupid bc the views will bring more traffic to your page but only if the intentions are good and you aren’t harming anything or displaying inappropriate behaviors. Also if you play video games you can stream, if you like to read you can do voice memos and turn it into a podcast, reel, YouTube video and you don’t even have to show your face. I’m getting mercurial energy from this pile bc it’s something to do with your voice and hands .. maybe you build, play instrument, make beats, sing, do ASMR whatever ..

Additional Messages: while mercury is in retrograde this is a good time to work on your craft not perfect it just work on it.. beginning stages will not exhibit perfection so if that’s what you expect out of yourself there is where the shadow work needs to be done. You need to make a schedule; it doesn’t have to be time exact focused but you need to have better intentions for your day.. you need to strengthen your upper body especially the arms.. practice breath work and work on healing and or balancing your lower chakras: root chakra, sacral chakra and or solar plexus whatever one resonates with you..

2. Hermoine Granger 📚

What is holding you back?

Your mouth is holding you back because you don’t understand what it means to move in silence. Just because you didn’t tell people about it or show the internet doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. Learn how to enjoy the beauty of life on your own. People will begin to see right thru you and not take you serious if you’re always posting every little thing. Know your own worth, other people see it but it doesn’t seem like you’re being authentic to your true self. Maybe you tried doing shadow work and wanted to reinvent yourself; but who are you trying to be like? If you’re not being you then you’re being a carbon copy and that will just lead you down a path of self destruction.

Additional Messages: I see you’re experiencing some type of food allergy maybe gluten or dairy and hormonal imbalances. You will benefit from journaling, sound baths, and meditation music. Gemini energy somewhere in your chart maybe your moon; if it’s difficult for you to quiet the mind rn maybe bc of issues within the family relating to health or finances then you have to unwind the mind. It’ll take time, (bars) maybe you want to write music is so then do it.. work on the crown chakra, heart chakra, sacral and solar plexus chakras, you really need to recalibrate cuz you’re out of wack and your body or tummy is stressed

3. Bella Swan 🦢

How can you hold yourself accountable?

You use other people’s problems as a way to distract yourself because you want to feel needed by other people. You refuse to do things for yourself or by yourself bc maybe you realize that wen you’re by yourself you’re really sad or lonely.. figure out the root of this sadness and loneliness and heal your trauma. Tell yourself that what happened to you is NOT YOUR FAULT. People will still love you even if you aren’t available for them at the moment, if they’re meant to be in your life they’ll understand. But you don’t want to accept the fact that the people you hold dear to you are probably not meant to be in your life at this time.

Additional Messages: are you using your financial status and material meals to define your happiness? Who would you be without those things? Who are you? Do you even know? You’ve been going thru the motions for so long, that you’ve put your true desires in life aside bc you feel guilty . Heavy guilt issues, check your sun sign and your Saturn and the houses they’re in.. Heal your root chakra and if you’re going thru a Saturn return you better understand what that means for you now since the start of it until the end or else you’ll have to wait another 27 years to really dive into what you love…

4. Frodo Baggins 🧝🏽‍♀️

Where you need to communicate better…

If you have a speech impediment or your first language is diff than those around you causing language barriers do NOT be afraid to express yourself. If anyone makes fun of you for the way you speak they’re a loser and work on your confidence so this doesn’t bring you down. You know what you’re trying to say so maybe work on how to express yourself better with words. You may deal with self doubt, insecurity, trauma, and you may shut down when you feel like others don’t understand you. It’s mercury retrograde and I see for the next 3 weeks people just may not listen , that doesn’t mean talk louder, that doesn’t mean argue, become a better listener and this will help you with your communication. I feel Aquarian energy like you’re different and the ones who know you understand when you speak but you have to have balance and be able to speak in all aspects don’t be afraid or shy it’s okay.

Additional Messages: check your 11th house, and aspects to your Aquarius house, work on your throat chakra and your root chakra. If you’re in school for psychology or you’re an astrologer then you already have the answers you seek you just don’t trust yourself so work on the heart chakra as well.. idk why you don’t trust yourself you’re actually very intelligent but you have some type of disability maybe, confidence and time will strengthen this

5. Jorah Mormont 🗡️

What isn’t working for you anymore?

other people opinions aren’t working for you; you keep allowing people to put their 2 cents in when you need to trust your gut. You have a very keen eye and people feel important wen you ask their input. It’s okay to ask advice from others time to time but ask the universe, the divine, your spirit team, and or your higher self to enlighten you. There may some evil eye around you in regards to your work, others see that your hard work will lead you to success but people feel left out and want to siphon all your energy. Insecure and low vibrational people aren’t working for you. Your challenge rn is to know wen is a good time to just put your phone on DND and do you whether it’s rest or meditation. Strong Leo energy, check your sun sign your 5th house and anything aspecting your Leo house.

Additional Messages: you may need more sunlight or you may need to use more sunblock so you don’t get radiation poisoning. Or some of you could be outside n the sun too much which is draining you in some way. Vitamins could benefit you or orange foods like oranges and carrots. Maybe try drinking smoothies, cut out carbonated drinks and snacks high in sodium, it’s causing brain fog and memory loss. Fatigue is happening to you bc you’re probably over worked and don’t drink enough water or the right type of water.

6. Neo 👽

How to be more productive?

Be more imaginative , be more delusional, exercise your neptunian or piscerian energy by making your dream or fantasy world reality. You need to strengthen your psychic abilities maybe by asking the universe or higher power to give you a sign.. work on your telepathy by imaging a certain object you want the universe to use to communicate with you to affirm. Stop doubting your intuition just because it may scare you. If you believe that we live in a simulation and nothing is real then why are you allowing this reality to bring you down. Pretend you’re in a video game or movie and you’re the main character or final boss. You may need to move your body more bc your blood isn’t circulating enough or properly esp if your body parts have been falling asleep lately

Additional Messages: it would benefit you to detox, drink more water and take on a healthier diet or lifestyle because something is clouding your judgement and intuition. Check your chart for what planets are in your 12th house or aspecting your Pisces placements. You’re in a self deprecating mode rn and you have to snap out of it. Eat less meat especially if you’re a water sign bc you’re taking on the energies of those unalive animals your eating you feel their pain.. also stop eating GMO food for 60 days…

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3:03 on the clock

[soberncraving]

𝙨𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙙𝙤𝙢, 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙘

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: you and a good friend ruin y’all’s friendship <3

(𝕚 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕪 𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕖-𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘-𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕤, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕧𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕝𝕝)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ/ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ: smut (mdni), afab, oral, f*nger b*nging <3, playful+brunette masc, cigarettes, rough-ish sex, dom x switch and switch x dom ):)

•𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐥 ( . Y . )

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: abt 3,200 :)

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she bursts in your bedroom, you pull your headphones down, startled by the door slamming into your dresser.

“i’ve been knocking for like an hour!” she yelled playfully. you chuckle, raising an eyebrow, “you said you were leaving your house 20 minutes ago.” she rolled her eyes, “i’m a multidimensional creature.”

“OH-KAY.”

you both laughed, she jumped on the bed, practically on top of you, sending your body into the air for a split second.

she knocked your phone out of your hands, demanding your attention, “i have something to tell you, y/n. a BURNING desire. are you listening?!”

“let’s hear it!” you encouraged.

“i’m really craving pizza, and i need cigarettes. drive me to the gas station?” she begged with her eyes.

“really? you passed TWO on the walk here.”

“i lost my ID last week…i need yours. come on, PLEEEAAASE!” she whined. she had a baby face, no one EVER sold her cigarettes without her ID.

“oh, shut up!“ you stood up, grabbing your keys. they made a little jingle sound that she loved, she was like a puppy excited for a car ride every time she heard it. she sprung up out the bed, smacking your ass cheeks separately, left cheek, right cheek, then your left again before running past you, bumping you into the door frame in the process. you jumped, widening your eyes and shaking your head, you put on a side smile and followed her outside. she was leaning on the car with her hand on the door, waiting for you to unlock it like a man-child.

soon as you turned on the ignition, she took initiative to disconnect your bluetooth and connect her own, playing Power Trip by J Cole. you looked at her and rolled your eyes, she didn’t pay any mind to you as she sang the opening and lit her last cigarette.

you pulled up to the store, the song still playing, she throws her hand on your chest and pushes you back into the seat when you reach for the keys, so she can rap AT you,

“WELL, THIS HAS GOTTA BE THE LONGEST CRUSH EVA, IF I EVA GET’A FUCK IT’D BE THE LONGEST BUST EVA” her other hand pointed at you, moving to the beat.

“COME ON!” you belly laughed.

“…LOVE IS A DRUG, LIKE THE STRONGEST STUFF EVER AND-

FUCK IT, IM ON ONE!”

you shoved her hand and turned the car off, reaching for the door handle.

“HEY!” she yelled.

“you’re so annoying.” you blushed, turning your body to get out the car.

you pulled your card out to pay for the cigarettes and she threw a diet coke on the counter, “this too.” she rapped her left hand around your waist, pretending she was about to kiss you in front the cashier before you shoved her head in the opposite direction and inserted your card into the machine. “i’ll cashapp you.” she whispered. no she wouldn’t. on the way out you handed her your phone to order the pizza while you drive.

she opened her diet coke, it fizzed up and spilled on her lap. “‘t looks like you pissed yourself.” you giggled, eyeing her bottom half. “oh, thanks!” you got up, picking out a pair of your pajama pants for her to change into, the ones you knew she loved the most. her eyes lit up as you turned around with them and she smiled a warm smile. “really?!”

“really really!” you answered, watching her pull her pants down. you averted your eyes, trying not to make her uncomfortable. she walked up to you, closer than necessary to take the pants from. she bent over in front of you to put each leg in. her head hovered in front of your torso. you watched her, realizing that maybe this behavior was intentional. she had been at it since she walked in the door. then again, wasn’t she always like this?

she came up slowly, looking from your lips, to your eyes. she kept a serious, straight face- a rare sight.

the door bell rang. “PIZZA!” you turned, looking back at her nervously one more time before you turned completely around to get the pizza.

she came behind you, reaching her arm out beside you to hand him a tip, then snatched the pizza out of your hand. she threw it on the counter and opened it, handing you the first slice. you reached your hand out to grab it when she reverted back to her chest, “what do you say?”

“please.”

“good girl.”

“shut the hell up.” you took the pizza from her, plopping down on the bar stool.

you walked to the bathroom to wash the pizza off your hands, she used the kitchen sink. you guys met in the bedroom. “movie?” she asked. you handed her the remote, not feeling very decisive. “go for it!”

she grabbed the remote and turned on the tv. she leaned back on the bed, her right hand on the back of her neck for support. one knee was bent, the other laying flat on the bed, her shoes still on.

you moved your hair to your right side, exposing your neck to the cold breeze from your vent. she picked at her cuticles and cracked her knuckles on her lap. you wanted to lay your head on her chest, but you didn’t want to be weird. she looked over at you to see what you were doing. “horror?” she asked.

“of course.”

she pressed play on the movie, pulling out her cigarettes and moving over to the chair next to your window. you kept a skull shaped ashtray there just for her; you didn’t usually smoke. but this time, you went over to her, sitting at her feet. you gently took the cigarette out of her mouth, inhaling and blowing the smoke out the window. you watched the movie, while she watched you. she scooted over, moving one of her legs so that you were between them. she ran her free hand through your hair, brushing it. you leaned your head back into her and shut your eyes. “that feels nice.” you cooed, letting the buzz of that once-a-month-cigarette do it’s thing. “you feel nice.” she responded. on that note, you got up and walked back to the bed. she watched you, staring at your curvature.

she crawled back on top of your duvet, kicking her converse off. she took a sip of her diet coke before she leaned back, recreating her usual position. she put her arm out towards you this time though, indicating that she wanted you to lay on her. you scooted closer, laying your head on her chest. you nervously pulled your arm up to your chest and balled up next to her. she took you by the back of your thigh and pulled it so that your leg was on top of her own.

you stayed like this for a good thirty minutes, flinching sometimes at the movie, laughing at the dramatic bits, catching yourselves caressing each other naturally and correcting it. you lifted your head to see if she was sleeping, she looked right back at you, your faces just inches apart. “you okay?” she asked, concerned. “just checking to see if you were asleep.”

“oh, were you?” she asked, skeptical.

“yes…?”

“wide awake.” she held eye contact with you, waiting to see if you’d be the first to look away, but you didn’t.

“what?” you asked, your heart beating through your chest, the blood rushing to your sensitive parts; your body could feel what she wanted before you even caught on.

“what you?” she was hovering over your lips, you asked yourself when she had even gotten this close. her hot breath lingered on your bottom lip, making the hairs on your arm stand up. you broke the distance and kissed her, she kissed you back.

you broke apart, asking each other for consent with your eyes before indulging yourselves in one another. she guided you onto your back with her gentle hand, laying on your side. she wiggled her leg between yours, rubbing the ball of her foot up and down your calf while she kissed you. you didn’t know what to do; you were so nervous, but so desperate for her. your delicate hands floated to her face, holding onto her firmly. you played with the hem of her (your) pajama pants while she moved herself on top of you completely.

“is this okay…?” she asked before she deepened the kiss. you nodded, brushing her hair behind her ear while it fought to fall in your face. the pendant on her chain rested in between your cleavage when she lowered herself down onto you, kissing you harder. she ran her fingers up the back of your hair from your neck, absorbing every moment of being in your space. she paid attention to you, to the way you shivered when she touched the back of your neck and the depth of your waist.

she reached under your shirt, unhooking your bra. she lifted your shirt off of you, “are you sure?” she asked, genuinely.

“i’m sure.” you were so shy. she took your shirt off and pulled your bra down your arms. she felt up and down your body while kissing your neck, biting it every so often. she got rougher, getting a feel for what you were into.

you seemed to melt when she used more force, so she tested your limits a little. she moved down, swirling her tongue around your nipple, then biting down on it gently. she bit you again, harder this time, your heavy breaths grew louder. she kissed all the way down to your jeans, unzipping them before she looked up at you for consent one last time.

she was afraid of making you uncomfortable, or ruining the connection you two shared.

“do you want me to touch you?” the words went in your ears and straight to your clit, her use of the term ‘touch’ was so hot, yet so wholesome. you felt safe. you needed her to touch you. “if that’s what you want…” you answered.

she crawled back up your body, leaving a sweet kiss on your forehead before asking you again, “do you want me to touch you?”

you swallowed, “uh huh.” she crawled back down, taking your jeans off in a hurry. she licked from the back of your knee to your inner thigh, kisses turning into bites. you squirmed underneath her. “you like rough, don’t you?” she asked, a smile across her pretty face. you smiled in response, excited but too nervous to say anything; she caught your drift. she stood up and grabbed the backs of your knees, pulling your weight against her before she got down on her knees, tearing your panties off and putting them in her pocket. she was fast to grab you by your ass and pull you into her mouth. you let out a loud groan before throwing your hand over you mouth.

( . Y . )

“feel how wet you are.” she brought your hand to your slick, looking at you with daring eyes as she pushed her fingers inside of you once, jerking your body backwards. the headboard slammed against the wall, she paused and then thrusted again, and again, “touch yourself, baby” she noticed how your fingers just hovered over your pussy, unsure of what to do. you acted embarrassed, “what do you mean..?”

“make yourself feel good...” she picked out your pointer finger, placing the flat of it on your clit, and rubbing it in circles for you with the palm of her hand, “…Or i won’t.”

your eyes rolled back a little, not even at how good it felt, but how fucking hot she was, the way she made you feel so needy. you groaned as she added another finger, jerking your body again.

she pulled her fingers out slowly, making sure you felt the emptiness she left you with, then opened your mouth with her middle finger, sliding two into your mouth, “what, can’t talk?” her free hand pressed on yours which laid still on your clit, and she moved it for you until you finally caught onto her rhythm, your body twitched a little at the controlled contact, your clit pulsing. she pulled her fingers out of your mouth, unraveling your tongue between them, and began fucking you again.

touching yourself was one thing, but touching yourself with assistance was different, absolutely life altering to say the least. it only took you about 45 seconds before you started inching to an orgasm, shaking underneath her as she pounded into you. she felt your pussy start to close around her fingers and slowed down, almost to a stop, “did i say you could come yet?” she picked up speed again, slapping your hand away and latching onto your clit like an animal, sucking sloppily and hard.

“fu- oh my god. just like- just like that. FUCK.” you cried out, you reached for the pillow behind you, pushing it off the bed and throwing your head backwards. an arch formed in your back and your legs fell to your sides, giving her even more access to your sex.

she lapped her tongue up and down, sucking on your folds. she pulled her fingers out and circled her tongue around your entrance, as she shoved her fingers in your mouth again to make you taste how (sweet/ salty/ bitter) you were. she sucked, dipping her tongue in you. she ate out of you like you were a pudding cup, curving her tongue inside you to lick all of your mess out. her hand reached under and around your thigh, with her upper arm cradling the crease of your ass, she used her thumb to rub your clit. “you’re such a mess, baby.” she moaned into you, causing you to whine and arch your back even more. you looked down to notice her hips bucking at the bed.

you heaved, whining at every exhale. “please-“ you moaned again, “let me come- please” you cried and begged, your body starting to shake again. she said nothing, she just moved her lips back up to your clit, cupping you in her tongue as she sucked rhythmically. she inserted two fingers inside of you, curving up into your spot with just the right amount of pressure to drive you crazy- to draw your orgasm out.

you grabbed at her, one hand clawing at her shoulder and the other basically ripping her hair out. you used her brunette strands to guide her head up and down on your clit, approaching your orgasm again.

“okay.” she finally answered, and you released all the pressure- your come pooled in her mouth, dripping down her chin and all over her nose while she kept going past your breaking point, you closed your thighs on her as if you were trying to crush her skull, she pried them apart with her strong hands and held them down. you grabbed her wrists and fought her.

she looked up at you, surprised, i guess she expected you to be more submissive. you caught her off guard, pulling her onto your chest and then flipping over on top of her, straddling her lap. you tore her shirt off, careful not to catch any of her piercings.

you crawled down her and spread her legs, pulling the plaid pajama pants off so aggressively they hit the wall with a “THUD”when you threw them. you took her boxers off, paying little attention you left them dangling on her left foot; she laughed at how eager you were.

she didn’t think it was funny when you grabbed her by her hair and pulled her into your mouth, sucking on her tongue and biting her bottom lip. she melted into you, her hands climbing up your knees, to your thighs, giving them a tight squeeze before reaching for your hips. she guided you to grind on her, trying to establish some sort of control.

you grabbed her wrists, pinning them to the bed. “nuh uh.“ you felt her smirk in your mouth after denying her. you kissed down to her nipples, taking the opportunity to look up at her and watch how you dismantle her. her eyes already crossing, her back beginning to arch, her little whimpers as she tried not to sound too girly when you touched her, and you weren’t even started.

wasting no time you grabbed the backs of her thighs and pushed them up, diving into the drippy disaster you had created between her legs. “oh… feel how wet you are.” you reached for her hand, bringing it down to her clit. her eyelids got heavy and you could only see the whites of her eyes as she started circling her clit.

“good girl.” you whispered. you ran your fingers through her slit, looking for her entrance, then slowly pushed your fingers inside of her. a pathetic moan followed your touch, she completely submitted to you. you felt all her muscles relax as you moved in and out of her, only tensing up when you brushed her g-spot. she was rubbing her clit a little faster, and you couldn’t help but feel jealous; you wanted a part in this too. it started off as you proving a point, giving her a taste of her own medicine, but you wanted a taste of her.

you moved her hand out the way and licked all the wet from her hole to her clit, sucking and releasing her clit with a “POP” her body jolted and she smiled. “you’re not too bad at this.” she said, distracting you. you refocused, finding a speed she seemed to dance for, and stuck with that.

her whimpers graduated to moans, and almost to screams, while you added another finger with force, the headboard slamming against the wall harder than it had when she fucked you, to her surprise. the noise echoed through the apartment , probably alerting the neighbors. you didn’t care, you liked how good it made her feel. how she was completely vulnerable for the first time in front of you.

you brought her to her finish, her legs shook and she let out one last drawn out moan, followed by a sigh of relief, you laid your head on her inner thigh, holding on to the side of her ass that poked out from underneath her and spilled onto the mattress.

it had just become your favorite little detail about her.

you looked up at her, still catching her breath, and smiled. she pulled you up to taste herself, both of you breathing heavily into each others mouths, your skin glistened in the yellow-tinted lamp light.

you shared a laugh mid-kiss, separating to press your foreheads together. you caressed one another.

“i guess this makes us BEST friends, doesn’t it?” you remarked. she shoved your shoulder playfully,

“sure.”