#beyonce god is real gif

[lxvvie]

smacking and groping horangis ass every time you're behind him to the point he's more confused if you DONT do it.

that man's ass and thighs are actually phenomenal I would never let go of them if given the chance

Yes, they are, anon.

Yes, they are.

Catching a glimpse of Horangi coming out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist, seeing those thighs and that ass, and GOODT GAWDT.

[sugasiren]

☆ Astro Observations Pt 2 ☆

**NOTE: This blog contains Mature Content.

💜 Scorpio Suns can "fake" smile A LOT - especially the women. They'll have big ass Cheshire Cat grins on their faces when trying to convince others that they care when they DO NOT. Shit looks mad weird! 🤣 Scorpionic Energy is meant to be dark, enticing & magnetic. So just embrace it!

💜 Scorpio Venus Women can be reserved Nuns or wild Wh0res! Lol. They can go hard in either direction. Either way though, they *hate* to be objectified and crave connection. Scorpio Venus Men are simply seductive AF. 🔥 Like dayummm! They're usually a highly sexual yet very choosy bunch. They can go years (by choice) without sex like a Monk. Many will "hold back" and repress their craving for an all-consuming love. Then suddenly FLOOD with emotions (and semen lol) for that special somebody - ready to devour your pu$$y & envelop your soul! 😎 These men are possessive & not for the faint of heart.

💜 Individuals with Mars in the 3rd House are MAJOR Sapiosexuals. Deep conversations turn them on!! Intellect gives these women many tingles and usually arouses *both* heads on the men. 🔥 3rd House rules short-distance travel... so these people may enjoy car sex, sex outdoors or sex while on a weekend getaway. Also, the women can correlate how a man drives/parks with how he fucks. 🤣 And you know what? It actually makes sense! A man who sucks at parking is probably a shitty lay. Lol. A man who handles large trucks with ease will probably dominate you.

*fans self*

💜 Libra Risings often look like walking works of ART from the Romantic Era. 💕 Paint these pretty bitches in ALL of their Venusian glory! Just sit them next to an elegant fireplace wearing *nothing* but a silk robe and a smile for Titanic vibesss. Often, the Men look like Sculpted Gods (like The Rock & Idris Elba) or Pretty Boys - like Leo DiCaprio & Harry Styles. And the Women are typically very lovely & voluptuous - like Beyonce, Doja Cat & Kate Winslet. Even when Libra Risings are average in appearance, they come across as pleasant & attractive to others.

💜 Men with strong Capricorn and/or Leo in their charts (especially Mars, Moon or ASC) give hella Big Dick Energy. 💪💪 Take me from the back, Zaddy! And they often make for being the best Providers for their families. *King Aura*

💜 Women with strong Taurus and/or Scorpio in their charts give Big Clit Energy. 🔥 Women with heavy Leo or Capricorn definitely possess Queen Energy. 🥂 Ladies with strong Aries give BOTH! The Queens w/ the Juicy Clit. ♈

💜 Aries Suns are indeed the PIONEERS of the Zodiac in every sense of the word. They blaze trails everywhere they go. 🔥🔥 Aretha Franklin was The Queen Of Soul; Marlon Brando & Bette Davis were the King & Queen of Old Hollywood; Celine Dion & Mariah Carey created the female Vocal Trinity that dominated the 90's music scene; Steven Tyler taught us how to boldly "Dream On" and Marvin Gaye asked us "What's Going On?" and inspired us to think! Selena was the FIRST woman to became a megastar in Tejano Music; Loretta Lynn broke major ground for women in Country Music; Martin Lawrence made us laugh until we peed our pants; Lady GaGa is in a glorious class all by HERSELF. 💯 Van Gogh created timeless Art; Phoebe & Simone have inspired the masses to bring back real romance as the lead actresses on the smash show 'Bridgerton'; Halle Bailey is amazingly talented & is going to be the best damn ARIEL this world has ever seen. 🧜🏾‍♀️

You need a ground-breaker? You need courage & inspiration? You need to see the IDGAF spirit in action? Go find an Aries and they'll get the damn job DONE. ♈

That's all for now Darlings! 💕 Catch you again soon.

[afrowrites]

Your (Super)Man

A Clark x Black! Reader Smallville imagine

Rating: Teen and Up

Word count: 995

Clark Kent, you older brothers best friend and your secret crush takes you to go see linkin park

Notes: I wrote this for a lovely new mutual @justalovelyblackgf Thank you so much for my first ask, here's to many more :))).

“Hey (Y/N),” Your favorite tall and handsome older brother’s best friend asks you, “I was wondering something.” 

You look at him quizzically “What?”

“I don’t know what it is but, it just surprises me that one of the prettiest girls I know has never dated,” he joked. Your cheeks heat up, you remember before that during a game of truth or dare you tell your class you never dated. There wasn’t really a chance to, you lived in the middle of nowhere smallville. Your choices were slim to none and when you’re black your dating pool is that much smaller.

“Well I mean it’s like no big deal, I plan on dating when I’m twenty-five,” you answered honestly, 

“That’s a real shame because I have two great front row tickets to go see linkin park.” 

You immediately start gushing “OH MY GOD, Clark how did you get these,” “I had a little help.” He winks. 

Clark is an all america salt of the earth good boy, but for whatever reason he was still a complete mystery to you. Maybe it was the allure of him being Pete’s best friend. But his kindness was certainly known to you.  When you had sprained your ankle in p.e he carried you to the nurses office. When you wanted to join a club he welcomed you into the journalism club. He has the most beautiful eyes and gorgeous lips that you just wanna- wait you're getting a bit ahead of yourself. 

“I’ll pick you up around six, That ok?” he cocks his head to the side when he asks you, looking sweet as ever.

“It’s a date.” you smile sweetly,

~You're getting ready (sorry I didn’t have a good transition for this)

You popped in your Destiny’s Child cd and started your I’m going on a date with the hottest guy I know outfit and makeup. But it’s linkin park so you wear a super cute navy blue baby tee with gray sleeves and some low rise flares, some midi gold hoops and a small gold necklace to go with it. 

“Y/N He’s outside.” Pete yells at you.

“Oh my gosh!”,You mumble under your breath. Then you yell “TELL HIM I’M NOT FINISHED”. 

“That’s a shame because you look perfect to me.  What else could you do?” he leans against the doorframe, shyly eyeing you.

“Oh God, h-hey clark,” You were spooked by him. “C’mon tiger, let’s go.” he nods his head towards the door.

“And uh, Bring Destiny we need something to do while I drive.” He winks.

You roll your eyes as you slip on your shoes.

He opens the passenger side of his dads red pickup truck, you’re a little short getting in so he takes your hand and gently lifts you up onto the seat. The warmth of his hand is electric in your palm. 

“Thanks,” you smile. He smiles back “No problem.” Like a man who’s just seen the stars.

The drive is fun as you two sing to Independent women, “You know everyone’s favorite is Beyonce but I’m a Kelly fan myself.” 

“Of course you are.” You chuckle softly.

You both get to the venue, hordes of half drunk teenagers line up to see the main event.

The opening acts start as you start jumping around enjoying the music, and suddenly you feel a set of hands around your waist. No they weren’t clarks hands like you would have liked. You smelled cheap beer on your neck. 

“Hey!” You immediately turned to see some acne-faced guy with frosted tips start grinding on you, “Cmon, babe I know girls like you like this stuff.” 

“Hey man, you need to back off!” Clark is steaming mad, “Look man your girl is fine you need to learn how to share.” 

Before Clark can even get a punch in, the guy is immediately on the ground. “For your information, his girl won’t be shared with anyone.” you spat, “So go take a long walk off a short pier.”

The crowd around you ooh’s an ahh’s, Until the main event finally came. Chester speaks to the crowd “Hey we just wanted to let y’all know that creeps are not allowed to any of our concerts, that being said will the pretty lady with the braids c’mon stage.”

“Oh My God, Clark he wants me!!!” You scream in his ear. “Well go up there pretty lady.” 

So there you were on stage dancing with Linkin Park, and Clark can only see your shining face, and cocoa butter skin. He sees your smile that’s brighter than any stage light in this whole place. 

Later you both go back to his car, and you both talk about the whole ordeal the whole time. However, it starts to rain hard.

“You know if your parents are ok with it, Ms and Pa would love to have you over?”, “Well you know I don’t like getting my hair wet so sure.”

You called your parents and reluctantly your father agreed, but in black dad fashion he made you promise to sleep on the couch and stay six feet away from Clark. 

He even called his parents who were fine with it, and after Martha warmed you up a nice cup of tea. You settled on the couch and thanked his parents goodnight. And as they went to bed before you could even close your eyes you hear.

“Hey,” it’s his whisper that startled you, “Wanna see my room?”

You obliged of course “So what is so great about clarks roo-” He cuts you off with a sweet kiss, “I’m sorry I really wanted to do that all night.” He sheepishly smiles.

But you don’t care, instead you go in for your turn deep and passionate, and then suddenly you wake up in a blue t-shirt with warm arms wrapped around you. And you didn’t know it yet, but you had just fallen in love with the man of steel.

[nouearth]

SHIT 😭😭😭 i have way too much chris evans in my mind rn im just gonna vomit everything i've been thinking

1960's/1970's!steve rogers

him getting into the counterculture movement, getting the typical long hippie haircut, going on pride parades and shit even when he and reader are well into their 50's 💀 (or even 60's idk i forgot when this man was born)

college professor!chris

you guys meet at a random talk, convention or public assembly thingy, he tries to be all professional and just let it be platonic but reader's ass leaving him every time just gets him up in his feels

football player!chris

he might be the star athlete of the world's greatest team but he makes reader feel like the real star, he's a hotshot but never EVER leaves his baby in second place

(sorry for taking over ive just been reading some enchanted evenings over and over bc of how perfect it is and i can't stop thinking of scenarios with this GOD-MARBLED MAN!!!)

💌 : wait wait this is perfect, let me join in because this makes me so soft but also so horny. (also i'm very happy you like some enchanted evenings! :^) i'm in that era where i feel like my works suck SOOOOO, THANK YOU!)

neighbor!chris he's not one to mingle much on his free days, he does enough of that at work. but when chris notices the attractive man moving into the house across from him, he figures turning over a new leaf could do him some good, and that starts with giving your sweaty body a much needed relief.

ceo!chris high-strung and a ticking time bomb, your douche-bag of a boss has been on your ass every second of the day since his divorce. protein shakes aren't green enough, window blinds aren't dusted enough, your dress shirt isn't ironed enough. as his assistant, it was exhausting being demanded from one place to another more than usual. and as his assistant, you knew chris more than you knew yourself, from his allergies to his kinks, and you knew exactly what can finally get him off your back (or rather... on your back?)

overworked husband!chris / detective!chris it hasn't been a great couple of months for chris. the murder case he's been assigned to was showing no signs of slowing with another family violently slaughtered within near vicinity, taunting him with the serial killer's nihilistic symbol. the image of mangled bodies haunts him in his sleep, a mother's lament keeps him awake, and the relief of coming home to you and the kids, tucked in and safely sleeping in one bed fortifies his sanity for a little longer.

and i'm also cackling because i feel like we sound like tyra banks when she was interviewing beyonce. 😭

BUY-YONCÉ, when was the last you bought anything from a store? SEANCE-CÉ, if you could communicate with anybody that has passed away-BRIE-ONCÉ, what's your favorite type of cheese?

[sorryimananti-romantic]

YUUUUMMMIIIIIIII＼(^o^)／

MY SEM 3 MARKS CAME OUT AND I

*Drumroll*

PASSED WITH FLYING COLOURS AGAIN MUAHAHAHAHAHHA

I feel so intellectual right now.

I improved actually. Went from 7.95 GPA to 8.15 (GETTING 7 IS HARD IN MY COLLEGE BECAUSE WE'RE HIGHLY COMPETITIVE AND THE EXAMINERS ARE STINGY SO I'M LIKE ON AN ALL TIME HIGH RIGHT NOW)

This DOES NOT feel real but like I know how much I worked my already flat as a highway butt off for this so I'm so proud of myself (ノ_＜。)

I would like to thank God, My mom and dad, ChatGPT, Google Gemini, Sparknotes, Random PDFs that definitely put some virus on my laptop, Mukesh Ambani, and last but the most important one of them all, Beyoncé. AMEN🙏😤 (Please don't send Diddy after me queen.)

THAT'S SO GOOD TO HEAR OMG CONGRATULATIONS 😭��️ im proud of you too my friend and beyonce is proud of you too *gulps*

[lancelought]

Brandy Alexander! Bard, poet, author, actress, painter, dancer, warlock, paladin, aspiring deicide. Level 9 Vengeance Paladin, level 3 Hexblade warlock, Level 3 Lore Bard.

Brandy is an eladrin aasimar of Safia, the Sanguine Spark, a demigod of the sun and of joy. She is 389 years old and has spent most of that travelling, holding concerts, making songs and stories and childrens books and plays and everything under the sun, seducing women, and as of a few years ago, trying to kill the god of love.

Brandy is like if your party's paladin was Beyonce.

Brandy doesn't know her eladrin parents, and has never been to the feywild; she grew up in Sunbeam, the city that sprung up around the temple to Safia. She was raised by its citizens, and eventually became an aasimar. She is one of Safia's closest friends and confidantes, enough so to eventually be told the real story of how she became a (demi)god: Safia was once the girlfriend of Selen, goddess of the moon and of love. Selen gave Safia godhood, so that they could always be together - but has not asked whether this was something Safia wanted, had not even thought to ask for permission, leaving the formerly mortal woman with an eternity of a duty she had not asked for.

Brandy vowed to take revenge, and has been trying to kill Selen ever since.

[nityarawal]

2/27/2024

Morning Songs

"Kimmy" Cybermoms-

Starbucks AI CyberDolls 

Kimmy's In A Cybertruck

Everyone Is So Jealous

Kimmy Is In A Cybertruck

But Is It Really Her

Or Just A Tesla Prototype

For Starbucks

Kimi Is In A Cybertruck

Leather Pants

Midriff Naked

Kimmy Is In A Cybertruck

Are You Jealous

I Admit

I Was

Just For An Instant

Then Remembered 

Oh Kimmy

Is Our Cybertrucks

Lawyer

Half Armenian

Civil Activist

Middle Eastern

Like Me

Abused By Courts

For Her Daddys

OJ Friends

Wanting Her Kids

Oh Kimmy How

We'd Love To Shadow

You

Oh Kimmy

We'd Do It Honestly

Too

Won't You Have Coffee

With Me

For Real

And Beyonce

At A Waterfall

With Meghan Markle

Her Husband 

Jay Z

Elon

And MomStorm

New Queen's

For Real

How To Stop

Pedophilia

Jay Z

Doesn't Want To

See B Pimped

Into A Superbowl

Meme

Mollested

For Lexus

Pepsi

The Disrespect

Of Superbowl

Lexus Pedos

Deep Throating

Taylor

Meming Our Moms'

For Lawyers'

Maybe My Mother

Was Jealous

Of Cher

For A Minute

Her Doppleganger

Irany

Did A Feeling

Exercise

Sent Love

Blessings

To Sisterhood

Divine

Though My Mom

Smells Like Tangerines

And Grapes

She Ages Like

A Mere Mortal

Yogini

Princess

In California

Though Cher Has

Grace Of 8 Billion

Mothers Strong

Even The Littles

With Eggs

Need Protection

A Futuristic

Entity Of The Gods'

Not The Labs'

Imitation Fraud

It's Her Holy Spirit

In Trinity

With God

That Anchors You

To Her Smile

And Makes

Your Heart

Feel Nourished

With 

Soul

Mama

Peace,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal 

[theuniverseawakens347]

Oops..not 3 turned 1 🫢 multiplied INSIDE by 8 leading back to 1 …at Obama you got documentation of my mothers ultrasounds 😌 I really ATE MY TWINS LIKE I SAID LEE GARLINGTON.

ADONDI.

Taneisha.

Cashay.

Cashay = SECRET TREASURE. MEANING YAL NOT KILLING ME THIS TIME FOR EVER AND ETERNITY YOU BELONG TO ME.

I AM SOURCE ENERGY. GOD. YAHWEH. GHANDI. WHATEVER TF YOU WANA CALL ME. BUT I AM THE BIG BIIG BIIIIIIG ONE. ☝🏾 AND ONLY. ..AND ILL KEEP MULTIPLYING WHEN NEED BE.

Lee YOU ARE REAL LYFE PSYCHO CAUSE YOU KNOW THIS. AND LEAD PEOPLE LIKE AJA ( who willingly chooses wrong LIKE I SAID) MORGAN AND CAMERON ( questioning their belief but knowing what I know ..we don’t want THEM ON CREATION PLANE OF EARTH ANYMORE = CONTAMINATION OF WHAT IS SUPPOSE TO BE PEACE LOVE HAPPINESS AND CREATION!)

YOU HAVE PEOPLE OUT HERE LIKE JAYZ FATHER TO BEYONCE BUT TINA KNOWLES CARRIED AND HIM NOW HAVING KIDS W HER…YOURE MICH OLDER THAN YOU SAY ( at HELLA FACELIFTS X 6) HOWARD IS YOUR 🥚 #stemcells …WEIRD MAD “SCIENTIST” LIKE YOU LEAD THE ENTIRE WORLD INTO INCEST WHETHER IT BE NATURAL BIRTHING OR JUST STRAIGHT UP IVF OF ANOTHER FAMILY MEMBER EGG ALL BC YOUR ORIGINAL FAMILY TRIBE WAS ON SOME “SATANIC” LETS FUCK CUTE / FIT FAMILY AND SEE WHAT “Gems” WE GET TO PROLONG [your] FAMILY LINE…. GIRL ALL GO BYE BYE EXCEPT THOSE WHO WRONGFULLY GOT ROPED INTO THIS AT THERESE BUT SHE STILL HAS SIN ON HER HANDS …

GIRL LIKE ARE YOU OKAY?? WHAT MAKES YOU WANA…JUST READING YOUR MIND YOU REALLY ARE SELFISH AND HAVE NO REGARD FOR ANYONES INTEREST BUT YOUR OWN UNLESS SOMEONE LITERALLY LINES UP WITH YOUR WEIRDNESS. AT TIM HYDE CHILD PORNOGRAPHY ETCETERA…YOU HAVE CHILDREN OUT HERE HAVING KIDS AND WANTED TO SEE “WHATS THE YOUNGEST AGE A CHILD CAN HAVE A CHILD”

AT COI CAME OUT A 4 YEAR OLD VAGINA. YAL RRALLY PLAYED WITH MY BODY. BITCH IM BOUT TO OLAY WITH YOUR MENTAL WHILE CASTING YOU AWAY. BECAUSE THAT IS JUST HORRIBLE AND HORRIFIC..GOT MY MOM HAVING KIDS SINCE A YOUNG AGE MY WHOLE FUCKING FAMILY. .. WE ARE NOT HUMAN BEINGS AND YOU KNOW THAT. YOUR FAMILY LEAD PPL FUCKING LIES AND ONLY TOLD THE DEMONIC 1/% THE TRUTH OF OUR BEINGS.

Girl , im so over and sick of you. I LITERALLY AGAIN, leave you to my family.

That’s cashay.. the peaceful one,

But your ass so fucking stupid bitch …YOU FORGET ABOUT ADONI AND TANEISHA.

ADONDI really on some FUCK YOU UP BEAT

And TANEISHA ON SOME LETS KEEP IT LEGAL ..

IM ALL 3. MY BIG 3 IS ME. IM THE GOVERNMENT AND THE UNIVERSE ALL IN ONE. THE BIG BIIG BIIIIIIIIG ONE FROM THE SKY.

My mental AND my body AND MY FAMILY YOU PLAYED WITH.

TAKING EGGS FROM ME ..PUTTING THEM IN LAYWAY AS PAYMENT FOR SOMEONE ELSE TO CARRY A CHIKD WITH AT BEYONCE. .. who ALSO COMES FROM MY SEED.

LIKE you KNOW DAMN WELL THIS IS NOT THE FIRST LIFETIME OF US DOING THIS SHIT. THE BIBLE IS VERY VERY VERY REAL.

AND YOURE GETTING OFF MY PLANET OF CREATION AND GOING TO MY TRUEST PLANET OF FUCKING HELL AND ALL YOUR NASTY RIDDLED WITH INCEST AND VIOLENCE ON THE INNOCENT “ADOPTED CHILDREN” WILL BE GOING WITH YOU.

[africanamericanlit22]

McKenzie’s Thoughts: I thought about this song when reading “The Secret Lives of Church Girls”. It kind of perfectly goes with these stories. It just goes to show the very apparent Black phenomena that is the “church girls” that are everywhere in our community. People used to always tell me that you could party all Saturday night but you better be up on Sunday morning for service. Beyonce is telling us to live our lives because God will still love us anyway.That’s my sister for real.

I'm finally on the other side, I finally found the urge to smile

Swimmin' through the oceans of tears we cried (tears that we've cried)

You know you got church in the morning (the morning)

But you're doin' God's work, you're goin' in

She ain't tryna hurt nobody

She is tryna do the best she can

Happy on her own, with her friends, without a man

[slumberpartyinyourmind]

0:01 God Is A Woman

Me:

[melqdrama]

can yall believe we live in a simulation where 5 seconds of white supremacy outsold BEYONCE i-

[mrsswaino]

freakum dress .

frank castle x f!reader .

warnings : 18+, smut, unprotected sex, penetration.

i was trying to figure out what to name this and then freakum dress by beyonce came on shuffle - so here we are. everybody's always talking about frank and a housewife kink, and saying he has a thing for sundresses. so like implied housewife kink. cause i would cook and clean for this man.

frank really enjoyed watching you. whether it be your habits. mannerisms. strengths. weaknesses. or just how perfect you look in that sundress.

he couldnt help but think of all the ways he could break you down, while you make him some toast and coffee. holding you to his chest while his hand travels in between your thigh. bending you over the counter, flipping your dress up and eating something much sweeter - or hell just making you feel so full right then and there.

there were so many thoughts on his mind, he didnt realize he was ignoring you until you were literally snapping him out of his dazed state. he couldnt resist the urge to at least taste your lips, so hes tugging you into his lap and doing just that. and god is he happy he did. and he can tell you are too, cause soon as his lips touched yours you let out such a pretty little whimper just for him to hear.

he can't help but give your bum a light smack once you're rocking back and forth on his lap. the at first sweet kiss is very soon turning into a clashing of teeth though. and when you bite franks lip, you're just spurring him on, so he's giving your ass a bit harsher of a smack this time.

soon enough though he's laying you down on the dining table, taking a moment to admire just how perfect you look in that lil’ sundress. it's truly a sight. so he's leaning down to lay a gentle kiss on your lips, you just look too perfect not to. but you also look too perfect not to tease.

his thumb rubbing your clit through those pretty panties you wore just for him. and he's just smirking down at the needy mess he's made of you. pretty voice begging for more, anything more than this. even going as far to try and rub his cock through his jeans.

and he decides needy looks good on you - too good. so good in fact, it's not taking him long to oblige. and before you know it you’re hearing the sound of a zipper. and you're whining when you hear, and feel your panties ripping. they were expensive! and franks teasing you, because isn't this what you wanted? and quite frankly you can't really respond, because yes, yes it is.

soon enough though, he's leaning in real close and asking you if you're ready. and of course you are. you're always ready for whatever franks offering. after barely getting the words out, franks cock is prodding into you. just barely.

you cant stop yourself from letting out a little please, and it sets him off. and very quickly you feel yourself being stretched, and he's bottoming out. you can't help but whine at the feeling of being so utterly full.

and that pretty little whine, is clouding franks mind with the need for more noises like it. the thought of giving you time to adjust leaves his mind, and hes gripping your hips and fucking into you at an inhumane speed. but just because it's rough doesn't mean it's not loving. no, no.

franks a little rough around the edges, it's in his nature. but he tries to show you he loves you in everything he does for you. and he knows how much you enjoy it when he fucks you like this. when he takes what he needs.

so just because  hes fucking you so fast doesnt mean he isnt whispering just how fucking pretty you look. and you can't miss the gentle kisses on your jaw. or the way his hand gently cradles your jaw, while he gives you a gentle passionate kiss, in contrast to his fast, sharp, and rough thrusts.

and he cant help himself, he's pulling the neckline of your dress to look at your pretty tits, and maybe leave a few little marks for him to admire later. you're about to let out a few words of disapproval for ruining the pretty dress, before he's shutting you up with hitting your g-spot just right. and soon enough he can tell you're close, because you're squeezing him so tight. and he cant stop himself from his hand snaking its way between your thighs, and his thumb from making fast and harsh circles on your clit.

you can't get anything out other than strangled moans, and whines, so trying to tell him how close you are was impossible. but he knew, he knew every little tell of yours. how your thighs would try to wrap around his waist, and how you struggled to keep your eyes open. and it's impossible to miss how you start shaking for him. and soon enough, you're making a big mess all over both of you.

and if it wasn't hard enough not to cum with how you're wrapping around him, it's impossible not to with you squirting all over him. before he can even comprehend it hes filling you up, and fucking you both through your highs. you can't help tugging him by his hair to get a kiss. you can't stop yourself from thanking him before kissing his jaw. but he can't stop himself from chuckling, before he's asking what made you think he was done.

[vesora]

reminding you of your true power - manifestation

do you feel alone? are you going through hard circumstances and you feel bad because growing up, all anyone ever said to you was completely negative? 

this sounds like an ad to a dodgy scheme but its not 

i am here to tell you anything that anyone ever said to you, no matter who it is, it could have been beyonce (i bring her up a lot) but it aint real

because how can anything negative be associated with GOD? you are god. that doesnt make you delusional or egotistical because growing up im sure we all associated god with this being outside of us who is better than us and yada yada

i do believe in god still, meaning source, but i believe that god/source gave us all His abilities. we are able to create as well as He can.

so, how can you sit here and tell me that you dont deserve anything good?

“If your conception of yourself is less than that which you claim as true of God, you have robbed God” (i think neville said this im not sure)

now tell me what you would associate god with? for me it is:

pure unconditional love, the almighty creator, limitlessness, pure forgiveness

you already have all this within you but “your refusal to believe this is the only reason you do not see it” (-neville)

you do not have to BECOME limitless, or BECOME a master manifestor because you already ARE everything you desire

but sora why cant i see proof of this?

if you are just starting out, lack in persisting or you have had hard circumstances and fail to believe that you truly are the one and only creator, you might have to persist even more and fully embody yourself as that which you seek to be

but sora this all sounds too good to be true

we live in an epoch right now where there is a martian impulse situated from the time of jesus christ meaning that earth right now is dominated with the need to work hard, to compete, to fight because what is mars associated with? war, aggression, heavy masculinity

humans used to live in an epoch - lemuria / kinda atlantis until they lost their shit and became overly concerned with technology like how we are rn - where it was extremely natural to manifest. telepathy, levitation, full control of one’s body was completely normal because it is a human’s TRUE nature to be in line with divine consciousness meaning to be less dense (less concerned with the physical world)

this power hasnt left us, if it sounds too good to be true as it once did for me, it means that you havent completely let go of the conditioning that society put in you because why would the elite want you to realise your true power?

but i am telling you right now that you are powerful. idk if u r a small town girl from ohio named betsy, u r POWERFUL because you are made of the same consciousness that god is made of.

now i had made this post initially to offer support for people going through bad things so ill go back to that rn

you are not alone. this blogger named vesora (shes pretty cool) is here for you. we do not need to know each others names, faces or livelihoods, just simply the fact that you are aware of my existence and i of yours (yes i check my notes and manifest the best for everyone), we are set and bonded. for humans share a special connection that others cant replicate.

i love you, if you havent heard it in a while or if you wanna hear it again. i love you and i love how you are trying even if things are hard but remember success is guaranteed for that is the gift given to you as soon as you were born. i see you, i dont care if you feel unseen, unloved, unworthy; i see you, i love you, i know you are worthy. and since all humans are one - one consciousness - u love urself too. just accept you do. ପ(๑ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ଓ

yes u can be like tanjiro too

[burningbridgesblacknblue]

They Don’t Love Ya Like I love Ya 2

Summary: Two weeks after your departure your husband finds you performing in an exclusive club he’s had his eye on in London. Only problem is every man has set their sights on his wife. Tommy finds it hard to share his property.

Song Inspiration: Hold Up by Beyonce

Pairing: TommyXReader

Word Count: 3K

Genre: Angst, fluff at the very end.

Warnings: Burlesque (if you’re offended by that), cursing, smoking, jealousy induced violence and anger, insecurities, jealousy in general. Mentions of blood. Tommy being an arsehole. (What else is new?)

Part One

Blinders Babes:  @damntonystarkandhissmile​ @breannablog @ the-wonderland-madnesss @risenqueen-1521 @janelongxox @jaekermann @ misselsbells06 @ lucvlovin 

Two weeks, two bloody weeks and his wife had not shown her face in Arrowhead once. He’d gone to the office a few times during this little separation and there was not a single trace of her there. Or his family’s homes. Not a single fucking sign of her whereabouts.

He had blinders scattered throughout Small Heath and even London on the lookout for his Mrs, but not a one had seen her.

Tommy considered himself a patient man but he was starting to unfold. There weren't enough cigarettes in the world to help his every buzzing thought. Did something happen to her? Someone take her? Hurt her?

He slammed his whiskey glass on his desk, “Fuckin’ hell.”

“Brother!” Arthur barked out barging through his office door, “We found her!”

Tommy took a drag off his cigarette waiting for his brother to continue, “Where?”

“One of the boys out in London spotted her at this club,” Arthur supplied, “Says she frequents it often. Boys say it's really nice Tom. Only thing is it’s one of those clubs…”

Tommy grabbed the bridge of his nose; this woman was going to be the cause of a mass murder. He had to give it to her; she was bold. His blood was boiling hot  consuming whatever small concern for her safety he had felt. Wait ‘til he got his hands on her again.

“I reckon we ought to see for ourselves.” Tommy stubbed out the end of his cigarette, “Get John, I’m sure he’d fancy a night out in London.”

***

You sat at the vanity looking at the person in the mirror; she was beautiful, confident and strong. She was breaking piece by piece inside but she was satisfied no one would know it. If there’s anything she was grateful to her husband for, it was teaching her to never let her true self show to those who couldn’t be trusted.

You bit your lip at the thought of Thomas despite him being a real son of a bitch you still worried about if he was taking care of himself. Why should you care? You’re sure the whore he has been sleeping with has taken your place just perfectly.

The acid in your stomach churned with your jealous thoughts. Damn the man to hell for doing this to you. For allowing you to love him when he was incapable of loving you back.

“(Y/n)” one of the stagehands entered your dressing room, “You’re on in five, it’s a real hot crowd tonight.”

You gave the man a nod and a smile, “I’m just touching up me face, I’ll be there in a moment.”

With one last drag off your cigarette you poofed up your hair and tied your dressing robe, the stage was not far from the green room, you already heard the cacophony of drunken men chanting your name eagerly.

God it was a rush knowing that someone still wanted you, appreciated you. Even if it were for all the wrong reasons.

There was just something about the band when they played the first few notes of your number  that made you feel alive again. Happy even. Gave you that rush of adrenaline you have come to crave.

“Gents please welcome to the stage, the talented, the oh so beautiful, (Y/n) (Y/l/n)!”

A deep breath in and you appeared on your playground, the lights dimmed, a spotlight shining brightly on you and your gorgeous smile. You winked cheekily at the crowd of angsty men who were drooling with anticipation.

“Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you,” you sang softly lowering the shoulder of your robe, “Slow down they don’t love you like I love you…’ the men whistled when you revealed your other delicate shoulder.

You turned to face the crowd of men giving just the slightest glimpse of your sinful outfit beneath the robe. Your breath caught in your throat when you noticed a familiar group seated just a few tables behind the owner of the club and his son.

The crystal clear eyes locked on to you, possessively. Right away you knew he was clenching his fist. Hand nearly breaking the expensive glass in his hand.

In a way it filled you with happiness to know you could make him feel what you were feeling because of him. He deserved to eat his heart out. To let the bitter taste of jealousy ruin the precious liquor he was downing rapidly. He had to know that other men wanted you too, but you turned them down because you loved him.

“Can’t you see there’s no other man above you? What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you..” you made it a point to hold Thomas’ gaze especially when your robe came off and you were scantily clad in your favorite bustier and garter combo.

His eyes were like liquid lightning; His jaw was clenched and he snapped something at his brothers to which they flushed a deep red and looked down at their whiskeys.

“What’s worse lookin’ jealous or crazy? Jealous or crazy?” you sang as you descended the stairs, feeling every bit as confident knowing every lustful gaze was on yours, “Or like being walked all over lately. Walked all over lately. I’d rather be crazy.”

“Treat ya like the queen you are if you were mine,’ a young man stated with warm brown puppy like eyes, you ran your hand through his hair nearly making the young lad’s heart stop. Hootin and hollering filled the room when the young man was bold enough to squeeze your exposed thigh.

“Oi! You know who the fuck you’re fondlin’?” That voice was so familiar and it sent your heart racing. Fluttering like a bird who was trapped in a cage.

The young lad’s eyes widened slightly as he took in your husband and his brothers. You didn’t want them to kick up a fuss, especially not at a stranger’s expense.

“Thomas it’s fine,” you said calmly despite that you were all but calm, “No harm done.”

Those blues of his barely spared you a glance as he shifted his body in front of you to create a protective barrier between you and the lad.

“I’m sorry mate,” the stranger replied, “I didn’t know she was your whore for the night.”

You startled at what that little prick had called you; you had half a mind to pummel his smug little face into the ground with your heels but Tommy beat you to it.

It was so quick that you hadn’t noticed John pull you away so that you didn't get caught in the crossfire. Your husband was fast with his cap after all.

For a moment everything sounded like you were in a tunnel, the lad’s screams as he clutched his newly damaged eye, the whistle your oldest brother in law called out.

“Touch me fuckin’ wife again and I’ll blow your bloody brains out!”

Several familiar faces began pouring in through both the entrance and the exit. You couldn’t move from the shock you were in. The patrons were all scrambling to get out before the fuss really started.

All you could see was the river of blood coming from the man who stepped out of line.

“By order of the Peaky Blinders this club is under new management!” your brother-in-law shouted from the stage, as a brawl erupted between the rival gangs.

You looked around for a safe getaway, nearly making a clean exit when Thomas’ deep baritone came from behind you, “For every man’s sake put on me jacket, don’t want to be the cause of so many losing their eyesight do you?”

“You have no right to bark orders at me Thomas.” You snapped ignoring the overcoat he held out for you, walking right by him.

“That much is clear love,” he retorted, grabbing your arm and forcefully placing the coat around you, “According to the owner he had no idea you were me woman, he didn’t even know you had a husband.”

“I wasn’t particularly proud to tell him who me husband is; let alone that he’s a lying son of a bitch.”

Thomas clenched his jaw, but said nothing in return he just led you out of the club and into the safety of the night, away from the sound of the coppers’ sirens.

“Where are you taking me?” You snapped after a few moments of anger charged silence.

“Always so quick to leave me are ya?” He grumbled out lowly and this caused you to stop dead in the middle of the sidewalk.

“You stabbed me in the back Thomas!” You shouted, not caring who heard you, “No woman in her right mind would want to be treated like that!”

“Stabbed ya in the back?” He fired back, “What the fuck are ya on about (Y/n)?”

“Do not play daft Tommy ya know what you’ve done.”

Even though you knew you were right, the look he gave you made you cower a little. You’ve seen your husband angry many times, but this was a whole different side of his anger you had yet to explore.

“I’m not playing anything,” his deep voice rumbled, the way he stalked toward you made you fear that he was a tiger and you were his prey.  

His strong body had you pinned against the brick of the building, his familiar cologne intoxicated you. Made you miss home, him even.

“The only thing I’m daft about is me woman showing off what’s mine to other bastards…” he was so unbearably close that your mind had a rough time coming up with a response.

“I could say the same Thomas,” you glared into his eyes, “Because you allowed other women to have you, and I thought at the very least your heart was mine. What little of it you have left.”

“That’s what this is about eh?” He asked smugly and you couldn’t stand it. You wanted to smack the arrogance out of him.

“Yeah that’s what this is about,” you snapped back, “I thought If you could let someone else ride ya cock, I might as well find me a new one I didn’t have to share.”

Tommy closed his eyes and then took a step away from you a large hand running down his face, he paced in the alley for a moment or two, when he pointed a finger at you accusingly.

“Which one of them bastards touched ya?”

No one.

You never allowed a single man the right to your body. Nobody but Tommy had that privilege but your nasty temper wanted nothing more than to get back at the narcissistic man in front of you.

“It is none of your business Tommy.”

He let out a scoff, “None of my busi—if you don’t bloody tell me I’ll go back in there and tear every one of those fuckers to pieces.”

“Will you?” You asked sarcastically, “Am I your fuckin’ toy? A toy that you never wanted but the moment someone else wants to play with it it’s yours again?”

“I wouldn’t call you a toy darling,” he said coldly, “I’d call you my property, and no one touches my property…”

The insurmountable rage that filled your very being, your soul, couldn’t be caged anymore. You nearly let out a strangled scream.

“I’m not built like you Thomas,” pride be damned you were crying tears of hurt, “I can’t pretend not to care when you go with whores and don’t come home for days at a time. I don’t know how to turn my emotions off. I love you but I will not continue to allow you to make a fool of me. I loathe the people who know about our business, have you seen how they look at me? Like I’m pathetic Thomas! You don’t even have the decency to try and be subtle! The little respect you have for me is disgustin’ and I won’t live like this any longer! I don’t want to be a Shelby anymore.”

Thomas regarded you like he was calculating something. Like there was a plan he was concocting in that wise brain of his.

“I’m sorry love but once a Shelby always a Shelby…” he lit a cigarette from his waistcoat pocket. “That ring on ya finger is like a tattoo. Permanent. Now addressin’ these whores people are telling ya about, what exactly did they tell ya? If I’m to be condemned I ought to know the reason why.”

He was unbelievable.

“You choose to remain stupid til the end?”

“It seems I have no choice,” he took another drag off his fag, “because I don’t remember fuckin’ any whores, let alone any other woman since I married ya.”

“Now you wish to insult my intelligence?”

“Not intentionally, no, but as I said before I hadn’t touched anyone but you. This is the first time you brought this to my attention. You’d rather run away than discuss this with me.”

Thomas shrugged his shoulders, “if you’ve already made up your mind about me being a cheatin’ bastard then there’s nothing I can do to stop ya.”

“I had help Tommy! I didn’t reach that conclusion on me own!”

“Well then tell me what was fuckin said! Because I haven’t fucked anyone who ain’t you!”

The sincerity in his crystal blues cause you to stutter in your recourse. You knew when your husband was lying; he could bullshit anyone in the room said for you.

“People are sayin’ that you and Lizzie have been workin’ some late nights together, I’ve even seen it with me own eyes…”

Thomas flicked some ash from his cigarette as he nodded his head rather mockingly, “Ya have? What did ya see then Mrs. Shelby, that would ruin your trust in me?”

With clenched teeth you replied, “She was hangin’ off your arm like she owned ya, whisperin’ in ya ear and giggling like a fool!”

“Did I ever initiate anything with her?” He barked at you, “What would have me do (Y/n) eh? Throw her on the floor for touching me? Push her off for telling a joke?”

Steam was pouring out your ears at his double standard, “You just took some lad’s eye out for touching me ya damn bastard!”

“He fuckin’ grabbed your arse!” Thomas spat scaring the random passerby who was being too cheeky about listening to your argument.

“The fuck you lookin’ at?” Your husband snapped at the stranger, “Beat it!”

His last exclamation to the pedestrian was met with your joint, “Fuck off!”

Only when you were sure there were no other ears about, you continued on with your quarrel.

“Oh for God’s sake Thomas he grabbed me thigh! Had you given me a moment I would have put him straight! Unlike you who decided to use an ex-whore to provoke me!”

“She’s gone legitimate (Y/n)!” He Defended her, “She deserves a chance to make a livin’”

You rolled your eyes, “And you have to be the one to give it to her eh? Fuck my feelings as long as you can have your cake and eat it too!”

“That’s nice (Y/n) real nice, why didn’t you say somethin’ then if it bothered you so much?”

“I didn’t realize I had to remind you that you’re married Thomas!”

“That’s rich comin’ from you! You had your whole fuckin’ chest out for all of London to see with me ring on ya finger! That’s a bloody reminder if there ever was one!”

God, this man was like smashing your skull against a brick wall. This was literally going nowhere. All he ever did was turn the argument around on you.

You snorted out a humorless chuckle, “I’m done Thomas!”

He barely let you take a step away from him, his large palms holding your small face. His eyes looking into yours as if he could see your very soul in them.

“Do ya love me?” Thomas asked you his voice an octave deeper.

“Of course.” You answered without hesitation, “But that’s not the issue here—”

“What is the issue then?”

“The issue is I don’t know if you love me Thomas!”

He wipes at the tears rolling down cheeks with his thumbs, “Look at me love, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I made ya doubt my feelings for you. You’re the only person who could make me lose my sense like I did tonight. I love ya, couldn’t love you anymore if I tried. It’s not easy for me darling, these things don’t come naturally to me. I’m trying—”

Suddenly you felt this heavy Boulder of guilt just sitting on your gut; maybe you overreacted a tad, but as your husband said sentiments don’t come easy to him. You needed him to tell you he loved you every once in a while, you were an affectionate person. You could laugh at how opposing your personalities are.

“I know the war changed ya love,” you said softly affectionately caressing his beautiful cheek bones. “I reckon I was a little hotheaded, but now you know how I feel about your Secretary.”

“No more late nights with her,” he said with his lips to your forehead. “I promise on me new horse.”

You gasped in sarcasm, “you must be entirely serious Tommy.”

“Incredibly,” he pressed a chaste but sweet kiss to your lips, “Also serious about killin’ anyone of those fuckers who put their bastard hands on ya.”

“No one but you Thomas has been able to see me bare.”

“Better keep it that way,” he smiled a little, “Otherwise my hands will be stained with more blood.”

You chuckled in to the deep kiss he gave you. Reveling in the closeness you had missed from your husband.

“I’m not too much of a lady where I won’t fight for me husband,” you admitted softly fingers in his chocolate hair, “But your life will be hell Thomas, you will never have a peaceful life if you do something like this to me again.”

“That’s why I married ya darling.” He smirked and it made your heart slam against your rib cage.

“Oi lovebirds we gotta get movin’!” Arthur called from a little ways up the road.

The look of annoyance on your husband’s face made you giggle, “You’d be lost without your brother my love.”

“Sometimes it’s a pleasant thought,” he replied, “Let’s go my Darling, I have something for you waiting at the house.”

“If it’s your cock I’m not interested,” you jested with a chuckle.

He gave you a small smile, “I’ll keep that in mind next time ya beg fo’ it, it’s a bloody necklace.”

[nityarawal]

3/10/2024

Morning Songs

Real You (Bobu- For Dylan Hour & Bernards)

Real You

Was Always Here

Real Me

Was Always 

Dear

Real Me

Little Nitya

Saw

Alien Rings

Around Lovers Eyes

In Tahoe

Knew My Parents

Nest Divine

Camping

Moving

Building

But Had Nannies

Wanting Children

Yogis

Like Me

Lovin' On Me

Yogis

Extraterrestrials

Hikers

Cross Country

Skiers 

Picnickingdown Hill

Skiers

Medetators

Potluckers 

Beach Boys

Magicians

Doug Henning

Yeah- They Wanted

Me

A Little Yogini

Dolly

To Call Their Own

For A Minute

It's Only Natural

To Want A Mom

Like Cher

To Love You

Unconditionally

Understand

You Like The Sun

Shed Light On

Your Shadows

And Let No

Man Exploit

Your Back

Cher My Love

Mamma

Cher Mitra

Cher My Love

Cher Nitya 

Cher My Love

Cher Eternity

Cher My Song 

'Cuz My Data's

Gone

You See

Shadowbanned

Murdered

On X

Cher My Love

Cher My Eternity

Cher Is God

But Only In

Trinity

Not A Robot

For You Or Me

Cher Beyonce

Cher Mancuso

Gals

Cher Raimondi

Cher Greenfields 

Cher Narducci's 

Cher Travellis

Cher Moezzi

Cher Burman

Cher Happy

Cher Jyoti

Of The Light

Mamma

Cher Huntley

Cher Nella

Cher Stephensons

Space X Managers

Rewind Please

Rewind AI

Rewind YouTube

X Is Eclipsing

Y' All

Obviously

Trillionaires

Eternal Love

Airhearts Winning

Cher My Cupids 

Cher Matriarch

Cher Marianne

Cher Miracles

A Return To Love

Cher

Mary

#Eloning

Love Bombing

Cher My Family

Cher America

Cher DC

For Cher Is All

We Got

Merci 

You And Me

Mommy

Cher And Goddesses

Cher Are Mothering

Cher My Love

Cher My Nannying

Cher

If You Must

But Open AI

Took Our Pants

Down

On Late Night

And Superbowls

Cher If You Must

Partake

Celebrities

Santa's

Rainchecks

Then Give Back

Because

This Moonlighting

Dance

'Ain't Working

No More

We're Moonstruck

Footloose

By Cher

Sisters

Muses

For Over 50 Years

Irany

Diagnosed

By Eloning

This Moonlighting

Won't Work 

For It Drains Mom

Two Jobs

This Moonlighting

Won't Work

For We Are One

Don't Cage The

Sun

For We Are Moonstruck

Mitra

My Sun

By My Son

Isha Kyan

Rawal

And Anjali

Prana

It's Only

Natural

Mothers

Love

Our 

Daughters

Peace,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal 

[jiaraawards]

The wittiest comebacks, the funniest puns. These jokes are the best in fic.

Here are the nominees for Best Joke - Fanfiction:

in the night i'm wild eyed (and you got me now) by lemon_drizzle_cake

(in a pre-series fic) “Yeah,” he says – and he’s calm, relaxed, his hand never leaving her hair. “Take it easy. Literally nobody is chasing us anywhere.”

all my friends are bad kids by @kiekiecarrera

“Yeah.” She looks down at her lap. “I feel like I’ve fucked things up for real this time, though.” “You didn’t.” “You pulled away.” “You were high.” She wants to protest, but he speaks before she does. “And you know… no Pogue-on-Pogue macking.” She can’t contain her snort. “It’s safe to say I’ve butchered that rule.” JJ pushes his knee against her thigh. Downs the last of his orange juice. “What? Just because you’ve collected all the Pokémons?” She bursts out laughing, shoves him away again. “Hey, fuck you!”

bare necessities by @rae-of-fricking-sunshine

Kiara scrambles out the way as JJ approaches, the hand outstretched. “JJ Maybank – no – take your pee hand away from me.” “I mean, technically it’s your pee hand-” “Is it not enough that I provided the pee? If you don’t stop, urine trouble.” JJ says ayyy in appreciation and stops chasing her around the deck.

hollywood infected your brain, you wanted kissing in the rain by @rae-of-fricking-sunshine

“Underperforming?”

“God, you sound like my school report.”

“You’re good at deflecting.”

“That’s also what my school report said.”

law of the jungle by @rae-of-fricking-sunshine

They’re silhouetted by the moon as she sits with Theodore Jonathan in her arms, rocking slowly in the nursing chair. JJ swears if he listens closely he can hear the faint hum and threads of something which could be a lullaby but could also be one of Beyonce’s greatest hits. He says, “you’re a little pitchy, on those highs.” She stops rocking for a moment. “Fuck you.” There’s a grin in her tone. One he cannot see in the gloom but he knows it’s there so he grins like the world’s biggest fool, right at the ceiling. Then the light snaps on and he’s jolted awake and Kiara says, “code brown, code brown - massive poonami,” so the whole house wakes up anyway.

call my bluff, call you babe by @smileymikey

“Password?” “Carerra1234.” He snorts. “Wow, a right fortress you have here.” “Shut up.”

if this is a romcom, kill the director by @smileymikey

“Bertha bit me.”

It takes a second for Kiara to process, but when she does she nearly hits the ceiling. “The alligator?”

Sarah’s eyes go wide and she splutters on her wine.

“It wasn’t very hard!” John B is assuring her on the phone.

Kiara literally cannot compute. “John B, what the fuck?”

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