#Jenny Lei

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From Struggling to Succeed: How Jenny Lei Turned $30,000 into a $9 Million Handbag Business?

Source: cnbc.com

The Early Struggles of Freja

In 2019, Jenny Lei found herself in a difficult position. As an unemployed UX designer with a passion for creating the perfect work bag, she had invested $30,000 of her savings into handbags, hoping to launch her own brand. However, when the first batch of bags arrived, sales were far from what she had hoped. After a month, only 20 bags had sold, leaving her with a stack of unsold inventory in her Hoboken, New Jersey apartment.

Despite the setback, Lei refused to give up. “My plan failed spectacularly,” she admits, but she knew that she couldn’t afford to fail. Drawing on her remaining savings, Lei doubled down, investing further in a second production run. Over the next year, sales remained sluggish, but Lei continued to refine her strategy, pouring money into social media advertising and rethinking her designs. Slowly, the business began to gain traction, laying the foundation for Freja’s future success.

Turning the Corner and Breaking Through

Freja, now a four-year-old company, has grown significantly, with $9 million in annual revenue, including $2 million in profit. Lei attributes much of the company’s success to cultivating a loyal customer base through minimalistic designs and a strong commitment to sustainability. Despite her initial lack of fashion industry experience, Lei focused on creating bags that resonated with a specific group of people—environmentally conscious, working women.

Her breakthrough came in 2022, when the company’s revenue reached $1.7 million. This milestone allowed Jenny Lei to reinvest into the business, expanding her range of products to appeal to a broader audience. With the addition of new bag designs and a strategic marketing push, Freja’s revenue grew to $5.3 million in 2023. Lei’s efforts paid off, as the company became cash-flow positive and was able to pay off two loans from Shopify. Freja is now projected to reach $12 million in annual revenue by the end of 2024.

Overcoming Competition and Building a Brand

Despite the impressive growth, Freja remains a small player in the global luxury handbag market, dominated by brands like Louis Vuitton and Dior, which generate billions in profits. However, Lei has managed to stay competitive by continuously evolving her product offerings and focusing on customer loyalty. She hosts events, mentors other young women in business, and uses her growing array of bag styles to capture a wider audience.

In an industry where staying relevant is a constant challenge,��Jenny Lei’s determination to learn and grow has been key to her success. “No one is born a designer,” Lei says, reflecting on her journey. “But I can become one in a couple of years if I give it a go.” Today, Lei feels confident in her role as a designer, and as Freja continues to expand, she’s optimistic about the company’s future.

What started as a slow, financially precarious venture in her living room has now turned into a profitable, sustainable business. With her commitment to quality, sustainability, and customer engagement, Jenny Lei has proven that with persistence, innovation, and a willingness to learn, success is within reach—even in the fiercely competitive fashion industry.

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Seja inteligente por si mesma!

🖋️ ₊⠀·⠀𓈒⠀⁺ +⠀꙳ 🎀

Oii Girl's! Como seis tão?

Hoje eu trouxe um tópico que gosto muito de dialogar e tenho certeza que vocês vão adorar.

Seja inteligente por si mesma! Não seja inteligente para a escola, não seja inteligente para as provas, não seja inteligente para seu namorado, não seja inteligente para sua família, não seja inteligente para pessoas que não estão fazendo nada na vida, não seja inteligente para aqueles que só te põem para baixo, não seja inteligente para os seus amigos, não seja inteligente para os outros ou para provar o seu raciocínio.

Seja inteligente para você mesma se orgulhar do seu eu interior, seja inteligente para você ir a um lugar turístico e saber a história por trás dele, seja inteligente para você conseguir conversar qualquer tipo de assunto, seja inteligente para você viajar para outro país e fingir que é outra pessoa enquanto fala outro idioma, seja inteligente para você poder falar que já leu todos os livros do seu autor predileto, seja inteligente para você poder gabaritar de primeira as provas sobre o assunto que você estudou, seja inteligente para ter o conhecimento de como sair de qualquer situação, seja inteligente para amar a vida e viver melhor a cada dia, seja inteligente para colecionar experiências que lhe trarão enorme alegria no futuro, seja inteligente para voar alto independente de onde você queira voar.

Trago aqui uma reflexão, você está sendo inteligente por si mesma ou está sendo escrava de um sistema que lhe faz engolir informações inúteis todos os dias para que você as use nas mais impossiveis situações?

Uma coisa que aprendi com a vida é que não adianta aprender sobre coisas que não nos tornam inteligentes para nós mesmos, para mim ao menos, inteligencia vai muito além de fazer cálculos de cabeça e escrever uma boa redação, inteligencia é a riqueza do intelecto, cultivado e cuidado dia após dia com as maiores variedades imagináveis de todo tipo de conhecimento.

Meninas estudem, estudem muito, mas não estudem apenas para a escola, para passar em provas, estudem para ir a qualquer lugar que vocês queiram, estudem tudo, os mais diversos tipos de assuntos mas principalmente os que lhe levarão à ser quem vocês são. Por exemplo, você quer ir fazer faculdade fora do país, no exterior o que mais é levado em conta é a personalidade e as habilidades do indivíduo, então naturalmente, se você for uma pessoa interessada em muitos assuntos, com extracurriculares, com vontade de conhecer e aprender coisas novas você será interessante, claro que o conhecimento básico escolar conta, mas ele é o de menos nesse quesito, agora uma pessoa que nunca fez nada, não lê, não exercita seu corpo, não tem nenhum hobby, não faz nenhum extracurricular, não tem vontade de sair da zona de conforto, não vai ser tão bem avaliada para estar naquela instituição visto que eles procuram personalidades, não um corpo ambulânte que não vive e apenas estimula uma parte do cérebro.

Espero que compreendam que o que eu quero dizer é, se você não for interessante para aquela instituições você tem menas chances de ser aceita, você não está sendo inteligente em não estimular essas outras áreas da sua vida , que são "essenciais" para ir estudar no exterior, para voar até esse desejo. Obviamente eu usei palavras radicais, usei um exemplo raso e isso não se aplica a todas as metodologias de ensino, aqui no Brasil mesmo por exemplo é totalmente diferente.

Ficou claro? Procure ser inteligente por você, naquilo que vai lhe fazer ir longe e principalmente lhe fazer bem, lhe fazer feliz, lhe fazer saudável. Tenha hobbys, dos mais diversos, aprenda instrumentos, faça cursos em áreas que você gosta, leia, estude, aprenda um idioma novo, pratique sua linguagem corporal e etc.

Seja inteligente para ser feliz, ter boas lembranças e conseguir o que quer.

Seja inteligente por você e para você.

Se você não for inteligente para você viverá em razão da inteligência exigida dos outros e nunca encontrará o real prazer de ser inteligente por si mesma.

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Demorei para trazer um novo POST mas finalmente deu certo, espero muito que entendam o meu ponto de visa, fazia bastante tempo que eu queria compartilhar isso com vocês só que não tinha coragem para escrever e tornar isso público, enfim trouxe.

Um super beijo da Kitty para minhas gatinhas que praticam a lei da suposição e para as gatinhas que precisam conhecê-la 💋💋

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Preciso de ajuda, ele tem esporotricose e vive em uma casa onde querem que ele morra, me ajude por favor

I need help, he has sporotrichosis Illness and where he lives they want him to die. Help me please

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It's the Third Thurs of the month!

June 15th, Come out to see

Megan Gailey

Jenny Yang

Casey Ley

Geri Courtney-Austein & Joshua Kilcoyne

and your regs

Aviva Siegel

Land Smith

Nick Stargu

George Chen

at Whammy Analog (behind the building)

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one of your girls part 2

part 1 alexia x jenni x leila x reader. jenni and alexia try to share smut, 18+. part of the rush verse @vixwritesagain ... for context: Read Part One here Read Part Two here Read Part Three here Read Part Four here Read Part Five here Read Part Six here Read Part Seven here Read Part Eight here

----- “And I want you to be loud.” She stated, shifting her hips forward so the tip of the strap pressed against you. The heat of her thighs nudged up against your own. “Shouldn't be hard for you. Let Leila hear how well I fuck her whore.” 

You bit your lip, trying to stop the involuntary grind of your lower body. You and Alexia both turned your heads to look at the armchair across the room. Leila just grinned back at you. 

“Seems like she is your whore right now, Ale.” Leila said happily. 

Alexia took a moment to stare incredulously at your girlfriend. You dragged your nails over her abdomen, freezing when Alexia turned her attention back towards you. She caught your hand and pressed it down into the bed. 

“You are feeling like a brat today?” Alexia asked rhetorically. “Brats do not get to come.” 

Almost unconsciously, you looked in Jenni’s direction, taking in the slim lines of her while she perched on the spare bed. Alexia’s hand instantly gripped your jaw, forcing your focus back on her. Her expression had hardened and you felt a shiver run through you at the steel in her eyes. “You are not in charge. I am.” 

Jenni hummed, a small smile creeping into her expression. “Are you?” 

You were echoing Jenni before you could stop yourself.  “Are you, Ale?” 

You realised your mistake as soon as the words left your mouth. As soon as Alexia smirked down at you sadistically. “Puta.” 

“Fucking- Ale,” You gasped, feeling her hips push her cock into you all at once. You were sensitive, though still wet from before. Alexia set off at an unrelenting pace. 

“¿Qué fue eso?” Alexia grunted. “You have something to say?” 

She gripped your hips in her hands, holding you still as she fucked into you. The feeling had your fingers tangling in the bedsheets. You could feel every inch of her, never pulling out all the way before she pushed right back in. Alexia kept her thrusts sharp, forcing filthy sounds from your lungs with every jab. 

“¿Nada?” She taunted as your eyes squeezed shut. 

Your legs curved around her waist, tangling behind her bucking hips for just a second before Alexia pushed them off. 

There was no fight to be had when she pressed your knees back to your chest. “Hold.”

The part of her lips when you moved your hands to do as she asked made Jenni’s chuckle less embarrassing. 

Alexia’s eyes trailed downwards, slowing her hips until she could fully appreciate how you spread yourself for her. “Mira, Lei.” 

You didn’t have to look to know that you had Leila’s full attention already. Still, her voice was soothing. “Sí. She’s perfect for you, no? Give it to her harder, she can take it.” 

Alexia leaned down, digging both hands into the sheets by your head. She kept that distance when her eyes bore into your own. 

Your back arched at the fierceness of her first thrust, then the second and third in quick succession. With her weight rocking down, pushing your hips into the mattress with every pass, there was nowhere else to go. 

“Fuck!” You gasped as she filled you over and over. “Yes, Ale-”

You were distracted by Jenni kneeing her way onto the bed. Alexia held no such qualms, pounding inside until Jenni stroked over her shoulder. “Share.”

No warning when Alexia pushed back, pulling herself from your body and turning her focus to her girlfriend immediately. 

“Por detrás, pues.” She requested. Jenni didn’t remind her to speak English, and you wondered if it was because the comment was entirely for her and not you. The blonde waited until Jenni had easily flipped you over, onto your hands and knees, before she slid onto the bed near the headboard. It was difficult to resist the urge to drop down until your face hit the mattress, or at least onto your elbows, but you managed to stay upright even when Jenni yanked your hips back into hers. 

“Ojos aquí.” Alexia instructed suddenly. Rough hands cupped your jaw, tilting your face upwards. And while Alexia wanted your eyes on her, her attention was fixed on Leila. “¿Puedo follarle su garganta mientras Jenni se folle su coño?” 

Something about the question being directed at Leila, even as you were only a few inches from her, had your head leaning further into Alexia’s hands. Jenni chose that moment to enter you, pushing in at a much slower pace. Alexia’s thumbs rubbed small circles over your cheekbone as you let out a deep groan, your body pressing backwards for more.

Leila replied, sounding simply delighted. “Por supuesto. She likes to have things in her mouth. Don’t you, bebé?” 

Any reply you could have managed was cut off when Alexia guided her strap towards your open mouth. The sight in front of you was overwhelming, with Alexia’s muscular thighs tense as she kneeled on the bed. 

More gently than you were expecting, Alexia began to work her cock into your mouth. She and Jenni set a mind numbing rhythm. The striker behind you was going almost agonisingly slow, barely thrusting. She stuck to more of a deep grind, hardly pulling out l before her hips met your ass again. And while Jenni hit every spot inside of you that made your brain lose its ability to form words, Alexia demanded them.

“You like my cock in your mouth?” She asked, clearly expecting a response even as she inched herself further inside. 

“Uh huh,” you grunted, gazing up at her with wide, watery eyes. 

“Whose do you like better? Mine? Or Leila’s?” 

You would have smirked around her cock if you could have. As it were, you had to mumble around it. “Leila’s.” 

Alexia frowned, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging. She pushed her strap further into your mouth, grinding her hips to make the spit run down your chin. She fucked herself into you further until you couldn’t help but gag. 

“Try again.” She warned, pulling back so that the tip pressed to your lips every time Jenni filled you. The increase in speed from the striker, paired with the gentle pinch to your thigh, told you exactly what to say. 

“Jenni’s.” You coughed out to cover up the needy moan. Behind you, Jenni barked out a laugh. Leila tried to muffle her amusement, but Alexia’s tight fist in your hair told you that she’d been wholly unsuccessful. 

“Basta.” The midfielder pulled her strap from your mouth, before sliding off the bed. “My turn.” She said firmly. She only had eyes for you as her girlfriend slowed her delicious thrusts, giving you a smack on the ass before she pulled out. Alexia wasn’t being demanding in an attempt to wrestle control from her girlfriend. Her eagerness was fueled entirely by a desperate need for you. Now. 

“Puedes caminar?” Alexia asked roughly, wrapping an arm around your midsection and pulling you away from Jenni. You whined at the movement, clinging embarrassingly tightly to your captain. 

“English.” Jenni reminded her breathlessly, falling onto her back on the bed.

Alexia took you in for a moment before her upper lip twitched. “No importa.” 

With that, she half carried you over to the desk, wrenching the chair out of the way, and turning you around till you were sandwiched between the cool wood and her hot body. She leaned down to nip at your ear lobe, before she pressed one hand on your spine. 

“Bend over.” Alexia instructed, so quietly you were sure you were the only one in the room to hear it. You let the blonde push you down until you were laying flat on your stomach on the desk in front of you. The shock of the cold on your bare skin made you wince. 

Alexia palmed at your ass, squeezing hard. She landed a few spanks there in quick succession to draw sharp gasps. 

With your face pressed to the surface, you could see Leila. She was only a few feet away now, curled up on the chair. Being bent over the desk gave her a much better view. This, you were sure, was not accidental on Alexia’s part. 

Leila grinned when your gaze met hers, face scrunching adorably. You broke first, squeezing your eyes shut as Alexia ran her hand between your legs. Her fingers wet themselves before pressing inside. 

Leila hummed appreciatively at the sight so near to her. “Tell Ale how much you love her fingers, bebé.” 

The gentle kiss that was pressed in between your shoulder blades challenged the less than gentle crook of Alexia’s fingers inside your cunt, but you were growing used to the puzzle that Alexia became when she fucked you. 

“I love your fingers, Ale,” You repeated, brain too scrambled to do anything other than say exactly what Leila told you to. 

The blonde’s upper body pressed down until her mouth was practically touching your ear. “Then I’ll give you another.” 

With no further warning, she leaned up off you and withdrew her fingers enough to ease in a third. It wasn’t so much the stretch that had you moaning, but more so the knowledge that Alexia could feel how wet you were, how your pussy clenched and pulsed. Her fingers were large, but they were nowhere near the size of the strap you’d had inside of you before, and you were aching for more almost as soon as Alexia had added the third. 

“Ale,” you whined. “More, please.”

“More? You want more?” Alexia sneered. “Mi zorrita wants more?” 

“Sí,” you begged. If you were hoping that your use of Spanish would soften Alexia up, you were wrong. Her fingers slowed until every noise they made sliding into your centre was long, drawn out, and filthy. 

“Tell me.” 

“I want more!” Alexia landed a smack on your ass, one that had you gasping in surprise and lurching forwards. Squeezing your eyes shut, you managed the words you knew she was looking for.  “Your little slut wants more.” 

“Tan bueno,” the midfielder cooed. Alexia pulled out, her strap sliding in almost instantly, filling the void left by three of her fingers. Goosebumps erupted on your skin as dripping fingers dragged themselves along your back. 

The midfielder was only allowed a few minutes of peace to fuck you how she wanted with no interruptions. It was as if she knew the time was limited, and she made the most of it. She fucked you slow and deep at first, before her hips moved more shallowly. 

You weren’t sure of much, sprawled limply across the desk as Alexia manhandled you any way she wanted. All you knew was that you wanted this to last, and it wouldn’t if you didn’t last. Tightening every muscle in your body, from your legs to your shoulders, you gripped onto the edges of the desk until your knuckles turned white. Even still, you pushed your hips back into the warm body behind you as best you could. 

All three women were entranced by the sight of you taking it however your captain gave it to you. Leila must have decided, though, that she hadn’t bothered Alexia nearly enough. 

“She looks good on your cock, Ale. Does she feel good?” 

“Sí.” Alexia grunted. “Tu novia es una puta para mí, Lei. ” 

“She is, isn’t she?” Leila said dreamily. Your body reacted to your girlfriend’s comment, a shiver running down your spine. 

Alexia let out a frustrated noise this time, but she wasn’t giving up. Slowing her thrusts just enough for you to sigh in frustration, she slid her hand lower, tracing a finger lightly over the rim of your second hole before she paused. 

“Y ahora? What if I fuck her here?” 

“If you want.” Leila replied immediately. 

“No.” You reached back to nudge her hand away. “Only Leila there.” 

“Only Leila?” Alexia repeated, tugging you back onto her cock until she was as deep as could be. Her hand wound in your hair, pulling you to arch against her chest. You planted your palms against the desk, holding yourself up while her other hand groped at your chest. “Will you beg us to fill you up again?” 

This time you grinned. You could feel Jenni and Leila watching. While Alexia was new, they were familiar, and that familiarity made you bolder. “You want me to beg?” You murmured, stretching your neck back to eye her. 

Alexia thumbed over your nipple, pinching it to a hard peak until your brow furrowed and your hips ground back against her. “Sí. Beg for me.” 

“Make me. Before your girlfriend tells you it’s her turn. ” 

The disbelieving sound that left Alexia’s mouth told you just how much trouble you were in, but it didn’t matter. The curl of her lips was dangerous. It was the last thing you saw before she pressed you back against the wood. 

No sooner had your cheek pressed down that Alexia snapped her hips hard. The force of it shocked a gasp from you, but there was no time to catch another breath. With her hands holding you down, Alexia used her full strength to take you apart. 

The desk banged against the wall again and again, drowning out some of the needy sounds you were making.

“Leila, ¿la dejas hablarte como una mocosa?” Alexia forced out between thrusts. She could pretend to be unaffected all she wanted; the small inhale in between her words, a hair too quiet to be considered whimpers, gave her away. Gone was the precision from before. Her rhythm had lost its fluidity. Instead, Alexia rutted into you like an animal. 

“She is not talking to me like a brat. She is talking to you like one.” 

“No-”

“Ale,” Jenni interrupted. “It is my turn.” 

“No.” Alexia grunted, moving her hands from your hips to your shoulders. With her new grip, she pulled you back on her cock, letting you feel the full length with every stroke. 

It was easy to ignore the way the desk dug uncomfortably into your skin when her hips bucked against your ass. The way her cock pressed in and out gave nothing else. No tingling brushes against your clit to get you there. Yet the speed, the fierceness of her thrusts, the sheer dominance in how she held you, all of it made your knees quiver. 

“Ale!” You cried, reaching back to palm at her thigh. It took less than two seconds for Alexia to catch your hand and pin it behind your back. “Holy fuck.” 

With every pass forcing pleasure, the noises Alexia pulled from you were filthy. It became harder and harder to watch Leila as your eyes rolled and fluttered shut. “Ale-”

“She’s going to come.” Your girlfriend practically sang from the corner. 

“Is she?” Alexia snapped before she folded your other arm behind your back too.  “You’re close?” 

“Yes!” You groaned. It was impossible to move much with your legs spread and your weight off balance. 

“You want to come on my cock?” 

A harsh sting across your ass cheek told you that whining into the desk wasn’t enough. “Yes. Fuck, Alexia!” 

Her hips stuttered a little as she shifted her weight. “Who?” 

“Ale!” You shuddered, dangerously close to the edge. “Alexia! Oh my god.”

A squeeze to your ass before she slowed to a gentle rock. 

Your stomach dropped, wrists twisting in her large hand to grab at her. “No. No, Ale please. I’m so close.”

“Begging now?” Jenni called from far behind. 

“Yes!” You hissed, trying to catch Alexia with your frantic gaze. With your body held down, you could only make out her figure in your peripheral vision. “Please don’t stop?” 

“But I’m tired.” Her Spanish lilt did little to cover the delight in her tone.

“No you’re not.” You squirmed desperately, feeling the pressure built up start to ebb away. “Alexia please.” 

“Please,” she mocked. The reprimand you expected to hear from Jenni to be nice never came, and you were sure it was because the striker was enjoying the show too much to complain on your behalf. “Please what?”

“Ale,” you whimpered, aware that you were only playing into what she was teasing you for, but unable to do anything else. “I need you.” 

“Mmm.” Alexia hummed. “Who do you need? Tell me again.” 

“You, Alexia, ple-” 

She picked up her pace, not as fast as before but just enough for your orgasm to begin to build again. She snapped her hips into you steadily, using her grip on your wrists as leverage to yank your body back in rhythm with her thrusts. 

“Does your girlfriend feel this good?” She probed after a few seconds, her words slightly breathless as she worked in and out of you. 

You couldn’t think through what the correct response would be. “Alexia, I-” 

“Do you wish it was her right now?” She growled as her hips rocked steadily. 

“No!”  

“Por qué?”

Groaning, you pressed your hips back to silently ask for more. With each thrust her cock hit every spot you needed it too, forcing tiny, involuntary whines. “Because you feel so good. You fuck me so good Ale.” 

“Tell her.” Alexia lilted close to your ear.

It took a second for your eyes to focus on Leila. She was close enough that you could see her tongue when she licked her lips before breaking out her sunshine smile. Leila held your gaze for just a second before tilting her chin up a fraction. 

“Lei, I’m gonna–” You panted out, shivering at the twisting pleasure of it all.  “She feels so fucking good, Lei. Her–” Alexia’s sharp thrust cut your thought in half. Suddenly there was only one thing on your mind.  “I-I wanna come, please let me come.” 

Leila shifted, tucking a leg underneath herself. The rapid dart of her eyes gave you another clue. 

“Alexia, please can I come?” Your words were muffled and pathetic against the wood, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when her hips bounced against your ass. 

One hand pressed soothingly into your hair, surprisingly tender given the beat of her fucking. “Ah,” Alexia grunted, “You sound pretty when you beg for me.” 

Like a battery fizzling out, her thrusts lost all speed and power in an instant. Her grip tightened on your wrists.

“No! Alexia, please!” You gasped, wriggling your hips desperately. 

“Shh, zorrita.” You could feel the captain press all the way in, leaning over to drape the heat of herself along your back. 

“No! Please, god, I’m so close!” 

With her weight against you and her feet keeping yours spread, there was little you could do to hold on to the orgasm. Instead, you had to whine through the slow bleed as tingling pleasure gave way to aching arousal. 

Though her lips were kind on your shoulder blade, her victorious smile was anything but. Alexia spoke lowly, a quiet thing only aimed at you. “Since you like your girlfriend’s cock so much more, you can come on hers later.”

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[leieatsmen]

song jia , jennie kim and wonyoung affirmations

꒰ა i have the most beautiful aura ever, when i walk into a room everyone looks at me in awe

꒰ა i’m the ultimate it girl, i have it all

꒰ა i’m on everyone’s mood board, i’m who everyone wants to be

꒰ა i have angelic beauty, i look heaven sent and just give off otherworldly beauty

꒰ა i’m effortlessly beautiful. i wake up beautiful , go to bed beautiful i live beautiful. beauty is all around me in every aspect

꒰ა i’m a muse

꒰ა i’m so perfect and so beautiful i deserve to be in museums and galleries

꒰ა i attract abundance, love and kindness

꒰ა i’m barbie personified

꒰ა i don’t care about what anyone has to say about me because i know im the person everyone wishes they were

꒰ა i act the way i want to be treated

꒰ა i can make a room quiet just by walking in

꒰ა i’m highly magnetic and i leave everyone shocked with my charm, presence and charisma

꒰ა i have people wanting more of me because i draw them in

꒰ა i’m always true to myself and confident

꒰ა i’m so mesmerizing and enchanting i attract people on another level like a spell

꒰ა i don’t let any negativity get to me, i’m so unbothered, unfazed and nonchalant towards hate because i’m better than it

꒰ა i have the best self concept ever , my mindset is on top of everything

꒰ა i’m irresistible , i get what i want no matter what.

꒰ა i love myself

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vaunting : it’s so hard being so beautiful, everyone looks at me and i’m automatically the center of attention, i turn heads wherever i go because people are always sucked into to my presence. i have the most beautiful and perfect self concept ever. everything always works out for me and it’s so crazy how successful i am because i’m so worthy of everything i desire

quote : "as soon as we succeed in transforming ourselves, the world will melt magically before our eyes and reshape itself in harmony with that which our transformation affirms." - neville goddard

thank you for reading and sharing if you did i really appreciate it and i hope you enjoy this:) these were highly requested so i hope this helps. until next time!

ఇ  lei

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JENNIE ṬĤÎNŜPÒ MOODBOARD !!

Hi!!! I'm sorry for being so inactive, pls don't ley this flop!

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“Il prezzo della vittoria “

CAP. 44

In piedi sul ponte della Philomene, Jamie Fraser guardava l’acqua che scivolava via senza fine, e pensava alla morte. Se non altro aveva smesso di pensarci in modo personale, dal momento che il mal di mare si era finalmente calmato, dopo averlo tormentato per tanti, tanti giorni. I suoi pensieri, adesso, si erano fatti più astratti. Per Claire, rifletté, la morte sarà sempre il Nemico. Una realtà da combattere, a cui non cedere mai. Lui la conosceva altrettanto bene, ma era stato costretto ad accettarla di buon grado. O, almeno, così credeva. Come il perdono, non era una cosa che potevi mettere comodamente da parte, quando l’avevi conosciuta; occorreva un esercizio costante per accettare la propria mortalità e vivere la vita appieno. Un paradosso degno di Socrate. E quel meritevole ateniese l’aveva abbracciato fino in fondo, pensò, con l’ombra di un sorriso. Si era trovato abbastanza spesso di fronte alla morte - e ricordava quegli incontri con sufficiente realismo - da sapere che c’erano cose peggiori. Molto meglio morire che restare a piangere chi se ne andava. Provava ancora una sensazione spaventosa, peggiore della sofferenza, quando guardava la sorella, piccola e sola, e sentiva la parola «vedova» riecheggiare nella sua testa. Era del tutto sbagliata. Jenny non poteva essere vedova, non poteva essere separata da suo marito in quel modo così brutale. Era come restare in un angolo a guardare mentre veniva fatta a pezzi, e non poter fare nulla. Da quel pensiero passò ai ricordi legati a Claire, al suo desiderio di lei: la fiamma che la illuminava era la sua candela nell’oscurità. Il suo tocco gli donava un conforto e un calore che andavano al di là di quelli corporali. Ripensò all’ultima serata che avevano trascorso insieme, prima della partenza di lei: l’aveva tenuta per mano, sulla panca fuori dal broch, aveva sentito le sue pulsazioni sotto le dita, e il suo stesso cuore si era placato, avvertendo quel ritmo caldo e veloce. Strano il modo in cui la morte sembrava portare con sé tante ombre da tempo dimenticate, che comparivano brevemente nella penombra sempre più fitta. Mentre pensava a Claire, e alla sua promessa di proteggerla sin dalla prima volta che l’aveva tenuta tra le braccia, gli tornò in mente quella fanciulla senza nome. Era morta in Francia, e nella sua testa occupava un posto al di là del vuoto creato da un colpo di scure. Non pensava a lei da anni, ma d’un tratto era ricomparsa. Aveva pensato a lei, quando aveva stretto Claire a Leoch, e aveva avuto la sensazione che il suo matrimonio potesse essere una piccola espiazione. Lentamente, aveva imparato a perdonarsi per una cosa di cui non aveva colpa e, amando Claire, aveva concesso all’ombra di quella fanciulla un po’ di pace, o almeno lo sperava. Aveva provato l’indistinta sensazione di dovere una vita a Dio, e di aver pagato il suo debito prendendo in sposa Claire - anche se Dio sapeva che l’avrebbe presa in ogni caso, pensò con un sorriso ironico Comunque, aveva tenuto fede alla promessa di proteggerla. Hai il mio nome e la mia famiglia, il mio clan e, se necessario, anche la protezione del mio corpo, aveva detto. La protezione del mio corpo. L’ironia di quelle parole gli provocò un profondo imbarazzo, mentre intravedeva un altro volto nell’ombra. Un volto stretto dagli occhi allungati e l’espressione ironica; era così giovane. Geneva. Un’altra fanciulla morta a causa della sua lussuria. Non era stato proprio lui a causarne la morte: aveva dovuto lottare contro il senso di colpa durante le lunghe giornate e le notti successive alla tragedia, solo, nel suo letto freddo sopra le stalle, mentre traeva tutto il conforto possibile dai cavalli che si muovevano e masticavano rumorosamente nei box sottostanti. Ma, se non fosse andato a letto con lei, non sarebbe morta; da questa verità non poteva fuggire. Forse doveva un’altra vita a Dio? Aveva creduto che fosse Willie, la vita che gli era stata affidata affinché la proteggesse, al posto di quella di Geneva. Ma aveva dovuto rinunciare all’incarico in favore di un’altra persona.

Be’, adesso aveva sua sorella e in silenzio, assicurò a Ian che l’avrebbe protetta. Finché vivrò, si disse. E probabilmente sarebbe vissuto ancora a lungo. Era convinto di aver usato solo cinque delle morti che gli erano state promesse da quell’indovina, a Parigi. Gli aveva predetto che sarebbe morto nove volte, prima di riposare nella tomba. Servivano tanti tentativi per farlo nel modo giusto? si chiese.

[pettirosso1959]

MA CHI ERA VERAMENTE KARL MARX?

Da Barbara Costa per Dagospia:

Karl Marx era un mantenuto. Lui, la moglie, i figli, addirittura l’amante, vivevano tutti sulle spalle di Friedrich Engels, compagno comunista ricchissimo, rampollo di facoltosi industriali.

In nome del proletariato, Marx non ha lavorato un giorno in vita sua. In nome del proletariato, Marx sdegnava i proletari, non ne ha mai frequentato uno, tranne le prostitute dei bordelli con cui andava a spassarsela con Engels, che pagava per tutti e due. Lo stesso Engels, accusato di stupro da una cameriera, disse che si era trattato di amore non ricambiato.

Karl Marx, piccolo borghese, sposò un’aristocratica, Jenny von Westphalen, una baronessa anglo-tedesca. Jenny e Marx fecero sesso prima del matrimonio, lei felicissima di aver perso con lui la verginità, gioia sparita subito dopo le nozze: Marx si rivelò un marito egoista e fannullone, dedito solo a teorizzare la rivoluzione che avrebbe cambiato i destini del mondo, quel comunismo che nel ‘900 rovinò la vita a popoli interi.

Alla sua famiglia riservò una vita di stenti: più di un figlio morì di malattie e denutrizione. Un’esistenza misera, piena di debiti, una vita a scrocco di Engels, che passava a Marx tre quarti del suo stipendio, e una volta per lui addirittura rubò. Engels gli trovava editori per libri che Marx non consegnava mai (Il Capitale ci mise 23 anni a scriverlo).

Marx fece fallire quasi tutti i giornali cui collaborava o che avevano la sventura di finire sotto la sua direzione. Fogli finanziati da quei borghesi tanto disprezzati, ma che coi loro soldi gli hanno sempre permesso di portare avanti le sue idee. Il suo non era disprezzo, ma rancore per non essere come loro.

Marx parlava male le lingue, il suo accento tedesco era insopportabile e insopprimibile, nemmeno il suo aspetto fisico affascinava: accurate biografie parlano della sua barba ispida e mal curata, del suo odore sgradevole, i suoi modi aspri e aggressivi, le sue unghie lunghe e nere. L’amico dei proletari non era invitato nei lussuosi salotti parigini, e se ne rodeva. I Marx avevano una domestica, Lenchen, che dormiva in un cantuccio nello studio del gran pensatore.

Marx non la pagava ma se la scopava (lo facevano pure per strada). Quando Lenchen rimase incinta Marx, terrorizzato della reazione di Jenny, piagnucolò soldi e aiuto da Engels, il quale accettò di riconoscere lui il bambino e di prendersi in casa Lenchen, pur di salvare il matrimonio al suo amico. Engels gli si ribellò una volta sola, quando rimase vedovo e Marx, invece di confortarlo, gli chiese soldi per comprare un paio di scarpe. Engels s’incazzò, ma gli diede lo stesso 5 sterline.

Marx sosteneva che tutto è determinato dall’economia, anche il sesso, i sentimenti, le passioni: per le sue necessità, lui usava i soldi degli altri. Marx andava avanti a furia di prestiti pur di non mettersi a lavorare per mantenere la sua famiglia: a Londra il poco che avevano finì pignorato. Buttati fuori da ogni tugurio di cui non pagavano l’affitto, alla loro porta bussavano i creditori che Marx chiamava avidi borghesi, ed erano macellai, lattai, farmacisti, gente che viveva di onesto e duro lavoro, quello che Marx non ha mai conosciuto, semmai schifato.

Marx non aveva rapporti con la famiglia d’origine, ma era contento quando un parente moriva e gli lasciava qualche eredità. Rivide sua madre dopo 20 anni e solo per chiederle soldi: la donna rifiutò e Marx ci litigò a morte. Si fece di ogni amico un nemico, scrivendo su chi aveva successo articoli rosari di insulti. Il filosofo Moses Hess, che aveva organizzato collette per aiutarlo, negli scritti di Marx è solo il marito di una prostituta che gli ha attaccato la gonorrea, e altri sono denigrati come pazzi sifilitici per identici motivi. Marx metteva in giro fake-news di sua invenzione per colpire chi era migliore di lui. Invidioso marcio, gli lanciava contro le più infami calunnie.

Marx da ragazzo voleva fare il poeta, non c’era riuscito, per questo odiava gli scrittori affermati e gioiva delle loro disgrazie: come fu contento quando Ferdinand Lassalle venne sfidato a duello e ucciso dal marito della donna che si era portato a letto!

Lassalle morto non poteva più scrivere libri migliori di Marx, non gli intralciava più il comando della causa comunista, soprattutto era uno a cui non doveva più soldi. Marx non perse mai l’amicizia di Engels, il quale assicurò la dote alle figlie di Marx: il padre coi soldi altrui si sentì in dovere di garantirgli “vantaggiosi matrimoni, perché una vita proletaria non fa certo per loro”. Tussi e Laura Marx, sposate a uomini ricchissimi i cui soldi mantennero lo stesso Marx, morirono suicide, disperate per tutte le corna ricevute dai loro mariti.

Andare a letto con Marx doveva essere un vero sacrificio. Si lavava poco, l’igiene gli era sconosciuta. Ferdinand von Westphalen, suo cognato e ministro degli interni di Bismark, gli mise alla calcagna un agente segreto, che stilò questo bel ritrattino: “Uomo disordinato, per Karl Marx lavarsi, prendersi cura della sua persona, cambiare la biancheria, sono eventi piuttosto rari. Spesso è ubriaco, dorme tutto il giorno vestito sul sofà, incurante di tutto”.

Ha ragione Montanelli: cosa non ha detto e scritto Karl Marx? Tutto e il contrario di tutto, tranne la giusta profezia di un fatto storico che si sia poi realizzato. L’era capitalistica finirà con l’esaurimento dei mezzi di produzione che l’hanno determinata, questa e altre cazzate Marx le sosteneva più d’un secolo e mezzo fa, e stiamo ancora aspettando il sol dell’avvenire, l’abolizione della proprietà privata e tutto il potere al popolo, per un’insensata società di individui tutti uguali, immobili come statuine del presepe, senza problemi, tantomeno sessuali, appagati da chissà quale felicità.

#KarlMarx

[s0uth3park]

About the kevlly vs kevlley thing. The spelling of Shelly's name is inconsistent in canon. Sometimes it's -ly and sometimes it's -ley. I know some pairings like shelley x jenny harrison use -ley (jelley).

While on the topic, I know at least one person refers to shelly x kevin as shevin. Honestly I prefer this name because it avoids the spelling thing and rolls off the tongue better and just looks more pleasing in text. But people have been using kevlly for over 25 years, so why change it now. Also both the characters and the ship are niche enough that I don't think there's much benefit to using an altetnative name instead of the most common one. But that's just my opinion

I only assumed Kevlly was most popular because when the ship is searched, the tumblr tag with that spelling comes up – but no shipping wiki page. It was the only option I believed was available.

[prettynerd01]

Oii Girl's como seis' tão'?

Eu tava querendo saber se vocês iriam gostar se eu trouxesse posts sobre studos e auto cuidado, inspirações e etc, eu amo a lei da suposição mas eu desânimo de trazer só esse tipo de conteúdo pq eu gosto de outras coisas também e quero escrever sobre outras coisas mas não queria criar outro perfil.

Comentem se vocês iam curtir esses assuntos além de lei da suposição ou eu deixo assim mesmo, e continuo postando.

Um beijo da Kitty para as meninas que praticamente lei da suposição e para as que precisam conhecer.

💋💋

[hal-1500]

oooh tell me about: The Watchers and the Wise?

Thanks for the ask!

This is a bit of a catch-all, ideas-dump type document of various concepts for crossovers between BtVS and the Rivers of London books, which feature a branch of the Metropolitan police dealing with magic. Predictably, the one I've fleshed out most is a Calendiles version, in which Peter, the main RoL character, seeks out Jenny to learn more about the Buffy-verse kind of magic.

Here's a snippet which hopefully makes sense even without the book context!

I pulled into the courtyard and parked up next to a mud-spattered Citroën people carrier. I was just getting my holdall out of the Asbo’s boot when a woman’s voice – American – greeted me. “Hey, Peter! I’m Jenny.” When I turned around, the woman leaning against the back doorway was much more what I’d been expecting. She was slight, with short dark hair and an olive complexion – I’d have pegged her as IC2 at a guess. Probably early to mid-forties, wearing copious eyeliner, lots of silver jewellery and a hippy-dippy gypsy skirt. The Bristol Rovers shirt was an unusual addition, though. She noticed me eyeballing her and glanced down and laughed. “Quite the eyeful, this ensemble, huh? It’s laundry day, okay?” “That’s your story and you’re sticking to it, yeah?” I said. “Uh huh,” she said cheerfully. “Find the place okay?” “Not really,” I said, closing the boot. “Always a bit of a struggle outside large expanses of concrete.” “I know the feeling. Plus, it’s always worse in the West of England,” she agreed. “Must be the ley lines.” “Right?” I said, delighted to be vindicated by an adoptive local. She didn’t exactly invite me in, but she did stand to one side in the doorway and say, “I think Rupert’s putting the kettle on,” which was good enough for me.

[donaruz]

Vasco Rossi - Jenny è pazza

Jenny non vuol più parlare

non vuol più giocare

vorrebbe soltanto dormire

Jenny non vuol più capire

sbadiglia soltanto

non vuol più nemmeno mangiare

Jenny è stanca

Jenny vuole dormire

Jenny è stanca

Jenny vuole dormire

Jenny ha lasciato la gente

a guardarsi stupita

a cercar di capir cosa

Jenny non sente più niente

non sente le voci che il vento le porta

Jenny è stanca

Jenny vuole dormire

Jenny è stanca

Jenny vuole dormire

Io che l'ho vista piangere

di gioia e ridere

che più di lei la vita

credo mai nessuno amò

io non vi credo

lasciatela stare

voi non potete

Jenny non può più restare

portatela via

rovina il morale alla gente

Jenny sta bene

è lontano... la curano

forse potrà anche guarire un giorno

Jenny è pazza

c'è chi dice anche questo

Jenny è pazza

c'è chi dice anche questo

Jenny ha pagato per tutti

ha pagato per noi

che restiamo a guardarla ora

Jenny è soltanto un ricordo

qualcosa di amaro da spingere giù in fondo

Jenny è stanca

Jenny vuole dormire

Jenny è stanca

Jenny vuole dormire

Jenny è stanca

Jenny vuole dormire

🎶🖤🎶

[girlgenius1111]

one of your girls

alexia x jenni x leila x reader a celebration is in order after leila makes her return to the national team. smut, 18+. part of the rush verse... for context: Read Part One here Read Part Two here Read Part Three here Read Part Four here Read Part Five here Read Part Six here Read Part Seven here Read Part Eight here authors note: this is very much a co-written fic. it would not be what it is without @vixwritesagain. i can't really say enough about how incredibly & insanely talented vix is. however good you think she is, multiply it by like 10. and you'll feel how i feel after watching her write in real time. for every comment you leave, you better take your horny asses over to vix's inbox and give her all the love. <3

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“I-” You interrupted yourself, pressing a gentle kiss to Leila’s lips. “-Am so proud of you.” 

She grinned bashfully back at you, a rare show of shyness that few got to enjoy. “How proud?” 

“So proud, Lei. You were incredible. I couldn’t take my eyes off you.” 

“Proud enough for a reward?”

You threw your head back and laughed at the hopeful expression on her face. 

“Definitely.” 

Leaning in eagerly, you sank into the kiss your girlfriend pressed to your lips. It only lasted a second, though. Leila’s arms kept you tightly held against her, even when you tried to pull away at the light knock at the door. You broke the kiss, but Leila just shifted, attaching her lips to your pulse point. 

“Lei?”

“Hmm?” Leila hummed. You could feel the grin on her face, and you were pretty sure you knew the answer to the question you were about to ask.

“Who is at the door?” 

Leila pulled back, ignoring the second knock at the door, this one harder and somehow more aggressive. “My reward.” She told you, smiling mischievously as you raised an eyebrow. 

“You… arranged your own reward?” Your lip twitched as Leila refused to look embarrassed. 

“Sí!” Leila said happily, giving you a gentle shove in the direction of the door. With a roll of your eyes, one that was really just for show, you padded over to the door and looked through the peephole. On the other side, Jenni was holding Alexia’s wrist with an amused smile. The blonde looked to be trying to convince her girlfriend to let her knock again. 

Fighting a smile of your own, you unlocked the door and swung it open.

“Hi, cari.” Jenni greeted easily. Next to her, Alexia remained silent, but the small curve of her lips at the sight of you had you fighting a smile of your own. You stepped to the side to allow the two women in, Jenni walking right past to head for your girlfriend. Alexia stopped next to you, though, looking hesitantly at your hand for a minute, before taking it in hers and tugging you further into the room.

“There she is. Ready to celebrate, Lei?" Jenni teased, flopping onto the bed next to your girlfriend, who seemed to be too excited to sit still. "I think you deserve something special for your first game back."

"You scored." Leila pointed out, but her bright grin gave away her delight.

"Jenni always scores." Alexia hummed with an unmistakable note of pride. "And she's always well rewarded for it."

Alexia shifted from your side and took a seat on the other side of Leila. You were left standing while all three women sat on the bed, but you didn’t mind watching them converse. Alexia made it clear that you were still on her mind when she addressed Leila, but spoke English.

“So we can start with you. What do you want your prize to be?” She husked.

“You can have whatever you want, Lei. I am sure you brought plenty of toys.” Jenni added. 

Leila nodded, looking between the two Spaniards on each side of her. Until this point, you weren’t quite sure where you fit into this. When Leila looked up at you, a twinkle in her eye, you were suddenly very sure where this was going. 

“I want you to fuck her.” She said nonchalantly, nodding her head in your direction. Jenni grinned, pulling the other brunette in until their lips met. Alexia turned to you instantly, confusion radiating off her. Even as she reached towards you, standing and pulling you closer by the hem of your shirt, she looked at Leila like she’d grown a third head. 

“For your reward… you want us to fuck your girlfriend? In front of you?” 

Leila tilted her neck to the side, allowing Jenni to begin to leave faint marks on her tan skin. “Sí.” She grinned, looking at Alexia expectantly. 

“That is what you want?” Alexia asked again. She grabbed at your shirt before you could move any closer to her, dragging it up and over your head, even as her attention was still fixed on your girlfriend. 

Leila giggled, and Jenni pulled away from her neck with a smirk on her face. She was highly amused at how Alexia was baffled at Leila’s willingness to share you, whilst simultaneously wasting no time in pawing at your bra. “What, Ale, do you want her to change her mind? Take your toy away from you?” 

At her girlfriend’s words, the blonde frowned. “No,” Alexia all but growled, seemingly looking to prove a point when she turned you both around, and pushed you onto the bed. She was on top of you within a second, and you let out a surprised huff at the sudden movement, raising your eyebrows at Alexia as she settled over you. Her hazel eyes were suddenly just inches from yours, pupils dilated and jaw clenched tightly as she regarded you. Then, her expression softened, just barely. 

“Vale?” She asked, waiting until you nodded to press her body down, her lips capturing yours in what you had come to know as a very Alexia kiss. Once Alexia got started, she didn’t stop. Even when she began running her hand over your bare abdomen, her kisses were demanding. Her mouth moved in sync with yours, anticipating your every move. Before you could part your lips and press your tongue into her mouth, she beat you to it. Before you could let out the content noise building inside of you, Alexia was exhaling harshly into your mouth. Kissing Alexia didn’t give you any space to think about anything but kissing her back. 

You barely heard Jenni clear her throat from next to you, but you did hear the annoyed grunt Alexia let out. 

“Ale,” Jenni called. 

“¿Qué quieres?” Alexia snapped, refusing to look at her girlfriend, instead moving her lips to trail down your neck and chest. 

“Oye. Leila said she wanted us to fuck her.” 

“So fuck her?” Alexia asked impatiently, giving her girlfriend an exasperated look. 

Jenni considered for a moment, before taking advantage of Alexia’s slightly off balance position over you. It only took a single gentle push from Jenni for Alexia to roll off of you with a small gasp. The brunette pulled you closer, and away from Alexia, craning her neck down so she could kiss you. 

You wondered how much time would need to pass before kissing Jenni felt unfamiliar. You’d gone years before, and more recently a few weeks without kissing her, but it still felt like the most natural thing in the world. 

You were rapidly pulled out of that more sentimental thought by Alexia gripping your chin and yanking your face towards hers. You leaned your head away instinctually at the harsh action, a bit startled at the contrast between Jenni’s gentle and Alexia’s rough. You weren’t sure what your hesitance was, but luckily Jenni gave you a moment to think. 

A hand on Alexia’s chest stopped her from moving in again. “What now?” She groaned. 

“Give her a second to catch up, Ale,” Jenni said. Her tone was both comforting and a tad  condescending. 

“I do not remember her needing a second last time.” Alexia grumbled, raising a single eyebrow at you. 

At the mention of last time, you flushed bright red. It was one thing to be between them again, and entirely another to remember the last time it had happened. To suddenly be sent spiralling, full force, into memories of that night. Those hours spent with Alexia, Jenni, and your girlfriend had served as an overwhelmingly hot distraction since. You thought about it in the car on the way to training, in the shower when your mind wandered. You even thought about it when you were with Leila, but seeing as though she was often the one to bring it up, you didn’t feel too guilty about that. A deep breath, in and out. Then, you forced yourself to relax into Jenni’s arms and looked expectantly at Alexia. 

“Get on with it, Putellas.” You said impatiently, refusing to give in to the midfielder’s blazing gaze. Leila chuckled from where she sat on the edge of the bed, smugly grinning at Alexia. The blonde’s gaze flickered to her for a second, then back to your lips. 

Alexia licked into your mouth, hot, wet and demanding. The hand on your jaw slid down until it cuffed your neck. You could feel Jenni’s hand wandering over the swaths of bare skin, then teasing at the waistband of your sweats. 

Groaning into her girlfriend’s mouth, your own palm found Jenni’s bicep. Your legs squeezed together at the tense of her muscles, shifting against the sheets to feel the heat of them both. 

“Needy.” Jenni accused as your hips squirmed when she stroked over them. 

You were quick to pull away from Alexia, twisting to the striker. “More, Jen.” 

Jenni chuckled, lifting her hand to press your stray hairs behind your ear. “Oh, you think you're in charge now?”

Alexia ducked down to kiss at your neck, shifting her hand only a fraction to give herself some space. You could feel her move, kneeling on the bed at your side. 

“Just-” You squeaked as Alexia unceremoniously groped at your covered chest. 

“Just?” Jenni sang, reaching her hand down to pull at the drawstrings of your pants. “Just let us play. Take what we give you and maybe we’ll let you come.”

Alexia pulled at the cups of your bra, exposing both breasts to the cool of the A/C at the same time. The shock was short lived. Half a second, then her hot mouth covered one. 

Gasping, your hand cradled her head to hold her against you. Her tongue swirled around your nipple, feeling it harden with every pointed flick. With the speed of someone who had down this many times, Alexia unclipped your bra with one hand, sliding it away. Her mouth never left your body.

You hardly registered Jenni slipping off the bed to stand. Her fingers made quick work of the knot and before you could so much as whine, she pulled the sweats down your legs. 

You could already feel the wetness between them, but if it wasn’t crystal clear, Jenni made it so when she pressed your thighs open. She let out a breathy groan before bending between them to mouth at the tender skin. 

A sharp bite to your nipple made you jolt. Jenni’s fingers dug in, holding your legs open as your back arched. 

“Again.” The striker demanded. 

Alexia switched sides instantly, gently grazing her teeth over your breast before sucking at the peak. She waited until your nipple was hard and sensitive before biting down. 

“Fuck!” You whined as your eyes tried to focus on the swirls of the hotel room ceiling. 

Then came Jenni’s thumb, stroking up and down your underwear to let you feel how wet you’d grown. Just a few seconds, then the heat of her mouth kissing at the fabric. Your hips bucked against her at the tease. 

Jenni hummed back, pecking at your thighs once more. “Ale. Get behind and spread her for me.” You could feel her hot breath between your legs before her fingers hooked on the waistband of your underwear.

As you helped - squeezing your legs together enough for Jenni to pull the fabric away - Alexia shifted. Strong hands pushed and pulled, manhandling your body until your back pressed against her t-shirt. A peck to your neck, then her hands slid to your inner thighs and spread them wide. 

“How does she look?” Alexia asked as your head dropped back onto her shoulder. 

“So pretty for us.” Jenni hummed. “And so wet. Can you see how wet she is, Lei?” 

You forced your eyes open, scanning the room until you found your girlfriend, comfortably reclined in the armchair in the corner of the room. You recalled the chair being in a different spot yesterday; Leila must have moved it earlier to give herself a better view. 

Your girlfriend didn’t have her signature smile on her face. Instead, she frowned slightly at Jenni, her forehead creasing in what you knew to be faux concern. “I can see.” Leila sighed. “I get her wetter.” 

There was no jealousy behind your girlfriend's words. Just some playful disappointment, and a hint of a challenge. And while you knew if the comment had been directed at Alexia, she would have let her competitiveness take over, Jenni did not. 

“It is more fun to take it slow. Make her beg for us. Right Ale?” 

Alexia hummed in response, one of her hands sliding up your midsection to pinch at one of your nipples. 

“You think I don’t make her beg?” Leila laughed. 

Jenni pulled away, turning her neck slightly to reply to Leila, but you had lost your patience. You grabbed the back of her head and attempted to bring her closer to your core. Jenni froze, showing an enormous amount of neck strength as she fixed her gaze on your face. 

Her hazel eyes stared into yours as she cocked an eyebrow, daring you to keep testing her. You waited a beat before begrudgingly pulling your hand away from Jenni’s head. 

“She just needs to look at you, bebé? And you’ll do whatever she wants?” Leila teased. 

Cheeks turning red, you shut your eyes and relaxed back into Alexia while you flipped your girlfriend off. You felt the blonde behind you smile into your neck, returning her hand to your leg to keep them spread wide.

 Jenni worked with a renewed passion, now, showing that she definitely had taken Leila’s comment to heart. Her tongue moved expertly. It didn’t matter how many times Jenni went down on you, it would always be shockingly good. 

“Tell me how Jenni’s mouth feels.” Alexia demanded. Her voice was quiet but her tone left no room for negotiation. 

“Good,” you breathed. You knew it wouldn’t be enough when Alexia’s hands tightened their grip on your thighs. 

“More. I have heard I am supposed to work on my English.” 

You struggled to force your mind to focus, especially as Jenni’s tongue quickened its strokes over your clit. Your hips rolled against her, picking up her fast rhythm as much as they could with Alexia holding you open.

“She feels… her mouth is hot.” You sighed, not entirely sure you were making much sense. 

“Hot.” Alexia repeated. “What else?” 

“She’s- I’m close,” you groaned, shivering at the harsh licks. “I’m really close.” 

“Sí? Are you going to come all over Jenni’s face?” Alexia cooed. Her tone was mocking and it shouldn’t have pushed you towards the edge the way it did. 

“Yeah,” you managed, your back arching slightly off of Alexia’s body. You were so close, just needing a hint more pressure from Jenni’s tongue, a touch more stimulation. 

“Don’t tell us. Tell Leila.” Alexia whispered, her words hot on your ear. 

“Lei, I- fuck,” You tried. One of your hands found its way to tangle in Jenni’s hair as you tried to bring her closer, make her go faster. “Lei I’m gonna come,” 

“Go ahead, bebé.” Leila sang. You could hear the bright smile in her voice. 

Jenni pressed her face closer, taking your clit into her mouth and sucking. Hard. That was all it took for you to cry out as your orgasm broke. One of your hands tightened in Jenni’s hair, the other frantically grabbing at the sheets as your hips bucked against her face. 

“There you go,” Alexia hummed. “Tan rápido.” You should have been suspicious at how gentle she was being, but you weren’t in the right mindset to do so. Instead, you were completely focused on Jenni’s tongue still flicking against you. You were coming down hard when you felt one of Jenni’s fingers teasing at your tight cunt. You flinched, but Alexia’s strong arms held you firm. 

“Jesus Jenni,” You cried as she pressed inside. 

It was more understandable why Alexia was being so nice. Especially when she banded one arm around your stomach and reached her hand up to grip your throat. She didn’t tighten her fingers. Her hand just rested there, giving a glimpse of the control you knew Alexia was dying to show. 

Hands occupied, Alexia couldn’t stop your lower body from moving. Your legs twitched and squirmed as one finger became two. The stimulation was just on the edge of being too much. Jenni knew what she was doing though, pulling away from your clit for the moment and focusing on pumping her fingers in and out of your pussy. It was a quicker build up this time, and you were getting close to finishing frighteningly quickly. 

Jenni’s fingers curled and twisted perfectly, hitting different spots with every thrust. You could hear how soaked you were, listening to the wet slide of Jenni’s fingers in and out of you. The sound alone was dizzying, and the feeling was otherworldly. 

“Jen,” You moaned again, not sure what you were trying to tell her. It was almost too much, but you definitely didn’t want her to stop. 

“Cari?” Jenni asked innocently, a third finger teasing at your entrance.

“Fuck!” 

“That’s what I’m doing.” Jenni smirked, pressing the third inside. “Now be good and make a mess on my fingers. And then I’ll let Ale have a turn.” 

Alexia’s spare hand danced over your bare skin while her fingers tightened around your throat. It was just enough to restrict your airflow, and an overwhelming sensitivity seemed to take over every nerve ending in your body. You shivered, clumsily reaching up to place your hand over Alexia’s. 

She could feel your rapid pulse under her fingers, hear the quiet whimpers finding their way out of your mouth. “Venga.” She whispered impatiently, “I want to fuck you.”

The hiss of words in your ear did it. A loud whine left your mouth as you came, the muscles in your abdomen tightening as you went hurtling over the edge. The pleasure was mind numbing, blinding, and you were unaware of what your body was doing until it began to ebb.

You practically went limp against Alexia a minute later, a long exhale escaping your mouth as Jenni’s fingers pulled out of your tight centre. 

“Good?” Jenni chuckled. 

You didn’t reply, your attention instead focused on Jenni’s slick fingers reaching up to push into Alexia’s mouth. Alexia parted her lips eagerly, and you noted somewhere in your mind that it was the easiest you had ever seen Alexia comply with what Jenni wanted. You watched as Alexia licked at her girlfriend’s fingers. Her lips closed around them and she began to suck, grunting lowly at the taste of you.

Suddenly, the warmth of Jenni was missing from in between your legs, her fingers extracting themselves from Alexia’s mouth. Together, Jenni and Alexia shifted you over and away, leaving you resting comfortably against the pillows.

You couldn’t help but pout at the loss of contact. Your bare skin left you exposed against the sheets, the only one in the room to be naked.

“You look so pretty waiting for them.” Leila said quietly, more than a hint of affection in her voice. You relaxed into the pillows, feeling your face flush slightly at the way in which Leila’s eyes bore into yours. 

“Leila, ¿así es como se hace su maleta? Es un desastre.” Alexia asked, frowning in disgust as she rifled through the suitcase. 

“She asked you here to fuck her girlfriend, not insult her packing skills.” Jenni flicked her lightly on the ear. “Lei, which is your favourite?” 

The striker held up two dildos, as if she was asking which beverage Leila wanted. As if you couldn’t feel the phantom of both pressing inside of you. 

“Left. But there is another in there she likes more.” 

“Dónde? Debajo de este suéter feo?” Alexia mumbled quietly, ignoring the look Jenni sent her way. 

“Hurry up.” You cut in, your voice embarrassingly whiny.

Frustratingly, neither Alexia nor Jenni even glanced in your direction. They continued to bicker quietly, this time over who got to wear what strap, and you shared an amused smile with your girlfriend. The argument was decided with Alexia silenced by a look you’d never seen on her girlfriend’s face before. 

The two harnesses and two dildos were left on the desk as Alexia reached for the hem of her girlfriend’s shirt, but Jenni swatted her hand away with a roll of her eyes. “This is not about you Ale. Ask Leila if she wants us naked.” 

“I want you naked.” You commented from the bed, sighing in frustration when all you got was an amused look from Jenni. 

“Ouahabi?” Alexia asked impatiently, slowly pulling at Jenni’s shirt as if she was going to sneak it off her. 

The defender hummed. “If you want to come in her pussy, you should take your clothes off, no?”

All was still for a second, then Jenni grinned and slid her hands under Alexia’s shirt. They undressed each other impatiently, not sparing a second to take the other in as more and more smooth skin was revealed. 

You took it all in, though, watching with your jaw hanging open as muscular abs and quads and biceps and everything went on display. You only snapped out of your daze when both women had secured the straps to themselves, turning to you with downright evil grins on their faces. 

You only had time to look fleetingly at Leila, comforted just enough by the warm brown of her eyes that were on you, and only you.  

You were sitting up when Alexia moved across the mattress and settled between your legs. She pushed at your chest, sending you back into the pillows, before she pushed your legs apart. Your eyes were stuck on Alexia’s muscular form. You could have sworn she was flexing as she smirked down at you. 

“Bebé?” Leila called. Alexia frowned when you instantly tore your attention from her, and looked towards your girlfriend. “I want you to be good for them, sí?” 

You nodded, ready and willing to do whatever any of them asked. 

Alexia flicked at your nipple, startling your attention back to her. 

“And I want you to be loud.” She stated, shifting her hips forward so the tip of the strap pressed against you. The heat of her thighs nudged up against your own. “Shouldn't be hard for you. Let Leila hear how well I fuck her whore.” 

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part 1 of 4 :)

[terrainofheartfelt]

Sort of inspired by your discussion of Jenny needing to go to London alone to really grow into herself and mature as a person, in an ideal world in which none of the main characters were forcibly tethered to the UES or its more toxic inhabitants post-high school, how do you generally - like broad strokes - imagine them developing as people in college and throughout their twenties? I always wonder where everyone might have ended up had they not been constrained by the type of narrative they were living in, and I’d love to hear any headcanons you have on the subject!

I've been thinking about this on and off since i received it (an embarrassingly - for me - amount of time ago) and now finally feel like I can answer.

because, like, what if we weren't constrained by the harsh realities of making tv? what if the rules meant that they could leave new york?

well, first, let's dovetail off jen moving to london and blossoming, and send eric along with her. he can go to cambridge, or any of the other big name universities in the area, and he and jenny would be flatmates and live their own hilarious queer sitcom of being students in london.

I've already plugged nads' yale au in my answers this evening, but I still really like the idea of dan and blair attending yale, and outside of the maelstrom of manhattan drama, they settle into their own selves and learn they could actually...like each other? and then they fall in LOVE as far as careers, they are the most driven. and we've talked about novelist dan and editress blair and art historian blair and college prof dan.....but lately I've been thinking about blair working in costuming. It's not high fashion design, but I think it's a great synthesis of the things we know blair loves: literature, film, history, art history & fashion history, Evil Dictator of Good Taste, being a specialist and big boss on a niche subject...yeah...

i still enjoy the idea of vanessa being at nyu, or at another arts college in nyc, and making her own way and building her own story (without being boxed in to the secondary character of anyone else's story!) I like the idea of her attending Tisch too, and expanding her skill set into screenwriting in that way.

to plug another au by a friend, S's goodbye stranger introduced the concept of Serena attending Berkeley, and I LOVE it. I love that for her. Berserk-ley. I think that school in that part of the country would be where Serena would really thrive. She becomes a full glamorous SF queen. perhaps she opens a coffee shop. Blair is outwardly mortified but inwardly very proud.

As for Nate, I think he is the character who really should take a gap year. It's never questioned, but the way he is yanked around by the collar those first two seasons, the more I think about it, the more it makes sense that nate would decide that he needs some time to figure out what it is he wants. sidebar: bc the serena gap year felt disingenuous in many ways, yk? serena was so eager to leave new york and go to school and study. she likes learning, we see it, and the opportunity to reinvent herself that college would provide....why would she walk away from it? except for TV Reasons. so, I like the thought of nate taking at least a year. traveling, volunteering, maybe he takes a community college course or two. he falls off the grid for a while and he realizes how healthy and how happy he feels without the constant eyes and pressure of his family & gossip girl. and after that time, he's found what he actually wants to do, and goes to school to do it. -- as always, I'm fond of nate working in health care, as a nurse or pt or something, but it could really be anything. teacher? chef? social worker? children's librarian? (actually culinary student nate has come up in convos with ivy & cherry before and I am into it.)

and uhhhhhh i guess chip wiskers can crash his inherited business and money into the ground bc lets be real that fucko would try to launch his own cryptocurrency and since he seems to hold such disdain for education and self-betterment, he stagnates and falls off the face of the earth byeeee

[fka-thehomosuperior]

What I'm Listening To

"Coma" by Caroline Polachek

"Mid Air" by Romy & Beverly Glenn-Copeland

"Enjoy Your Life" by Romy

"Mute (ft. Lolo Zouaï)" by Shygirl

"Whale Cock" by Kim Petras

"Fuckin' This Fuckin' That" by Kim Petras

"Mood Swings" by Little Simz

"Vision (ft. Larry June)" by D-Lo

"HISS" by Megan Thee Stallion

"J Christ" by Lil Nas X

"0% (ft. ZillaKami)" by $NOT

"Run the Fade (ft. Eyedress)" by 1999 Write the Future

"The Art of War" by Lu & Wu Tang Clan

"Long in the Tooth (ft. Pos of De La Soul & The Budos Band)" by 1999 Write the Futre

"Journey (ft. Mysie)" by Bondax

"Mr Useless" by Shygirl & SG Lewis

"4Eva (ft. Empress Of & Kingdom)" by Shygirl

"Make You Mine" by Madison Beer

"Stranger" by Sunmi

"One of the Girls (ft. JENNIE & Lily-Rose Depp)" by The Weeknd

"No Hay Ley Parte 2 (ft. Rauw Alejandro)" by Kali Uchis

"Candyman" by Flyana Boss

"Tell Me" by Shygirl & Boys Noize

"Carried Away (Love to Love) [Tchami Remix]" by Surf Mesa & Madison Beer

"Strong" by Romy & Fred Again...

"Bang the Bus" by Maxo Kream

"Should've Wore a Bonnet" by 21 Savage & Brent Faiyaz

"Confidence" by Ocean Alley

"No Evil" by SiR

"Perdiste" by Kali Uchis

"One Night/All Night" by Justice & Tame Impala

"Houdini" by Dua Lipa

"Dash" by NMIXX

"Think U The Shit (Fart)" by Ice Spice

"Shower Song" by Tierra Whack

"ELECTROWAVEBABY" by Kid Cudi

"Count Me Out" by Kendrick Lamar

"Show Me" by Joey Bada$$

"Dark But Just a Game" by Lana Del Rey

"All I Really Want is You" by The Marias

"Not Too Late (Interlude)" by Kali Uchis

"Bury Me (ft. Kelela)" by Pinkpanthress

"Passionfruit" by NMIXX

"Never Need Me" by Rachel Chinouriri

"enknee1" by Hemlocke Springs

"Young Rich & In Love" by Kali Uchis

"Tu Corazón Es Mío..." by Kali Uchis

"Risk" by FKJ & Bas

"Rager Boyz (ft. Young Thug)" by Kid Cudi

"Get Off Me (ft. Travis Scott)" by Kid Cudi

"¿Cómo Así?" by Kali Uchis

Listen on Spotify (with updates & additions): https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1LAg1evO0pRMf4efkpQqry?si=2a38827f831e4e85